This is fake af - just warning y'all even tho we all want this to happen.

Also, what breed is Nala? I think she's either a French Bulldog or a British Bulldog, but I'm not too sure :/

Tw: swearing

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Anthony's POV

"Hey Jas?" Anthony called out from the livingroom where he sat, their dog Nala resting at his feet on the floor as he shut off his phone.

"Yeah Ant?" Jasmine called back from the kitchen. She was making lunch, apparently.

But what she was making, Anthony didn't know.

He bit his lip, wondering how to phrase the suggestion. "Are you done lunch?" Anthony asked, standing up and stretching, his mind racing.

"Almost! Should be done in 10... Why? You hungry?" She called back, a teasing lilt in her voice.

Anthony snorted, "As hell.. we should go to the park after." There. It was out.

"If you want.. you wanna bring Nala, or...?" The dog in question perked up slightly as she heard her name being called by Jasmine, earning a chuckle from Ant.

Anthony glanced at his jacket, which was hanging on a hook nearby the front door of their apartment. A slight bulge was created in the right pocket of the jacket, forming a sorta triangle-box shape.

"Sure." He replied, his voice soft and just the slightest bit excited as he sat back down again and opened up Instagram, seeing one hell of a lot of likes and comments, mostly asking where he was, if he had broken up with Jasmine (why? He had never really put thought to that, and if he did, well, then he wouldn't be planning what he was now), and mostly questions as to why he didn't update or post anything yet.

Granted, the last post he had posted was a short, yet cute video of him and Jasmine, as well as a couple other people - he couldn't remember who - screeching the lyrics in a cab or a car or some shit to whatever song that they were singing. It was Jasmine's 29th birthday, they were drunk, but not enough to do stupid stuff.

And people had gone crazy.

Jasmine's voice cut through Anthony's thoughts as she called him to the island they had in the kitchen.

He got up, walking to the kitchen and pressing a kiss against Jasmine's cheek, eyeing the food. "Thanks, love~" he whispered against her ear, smiling at the small chuckle and 'you're welcome' from Jazzy as she kissed his cheek back.

She had made grilled cheese, and god, did it look hella good. And it smelled just as good as well.

Anthony sat down in his seat, immediately taking a bite from the bread and moaning softly under his breath.

Third POV

"Is it good?", Jasmine asked, her voice and face hopeful. It was her first time at making grilled cheese, so it was understandable at how nervos she was for her boyfriend trying it out. And also hoping that it wouldn't poisen him either.

He nodded, his eyes bright as he spoke with his mouth full. "Hella good!" He mumbled through the food, making Jasmine grin with delight and satisfaction.

"Awesome! I'm glad you liked it." She responded, her voice happy and bright as she turned back and shut the stove off. She filled the kitchen sink with dish soap and water and placed whatever she had used to make the Grilled Cheese in the sink to soak. She would put everything in the dishwasher later. Then she made sure nothing would drop on the floor by accident and washed her hands before sitting down beside Anthony and pressing another kiss on his cheek again.

Later

Anthony and Jasmine had finished up their Grilled Cheese, had gotten ready, and they were now out at the park with Nala, just strolling through the place as they talked and laughed about different things.

Soon they arrived at the middle of a huge field, Nala running around like crazy, and Anthony stopped walking, turning towards Jasmine and taking a deep breath.

"Jasmine, can I ask you something?" He asked, his voice hopeful.

She nodded, and Anthony started talking.

"Jasmine... We've been together for 3 to 4 years now, we've laughed, cried, fought, been upset with eachother.." Anthony took another breath as Jasmine realised what he was going for, "and we've loved. Um.. so now, is it ok, well, you'd have to say yes or no but um," Anthony stammered before getting onto one knee.

He pulled a sleek, black box from his jacket pocket and opened it to reveal a beautiful ring with two stones on top. An orange citrine and Ruby. Anthony held it out to Jasmine as he asked what he hoped she would say 'yes' to, his voice shaking.

"Jasmine Cephas-Jones, will you marry me?"

Jasmine gasped, a sob coming from her as tears cascaded down her face. "Yes!! Oh my god fuck yes I will!" She shrieked, a huge grin on her face.

Anthony got up, tears making its way down his face as well as he took her hand, placing the ring on one of her fingers. Not a moment after, Jasmine barreled Ant in a French kiss.

They were perfect. In harmony.

Two sets of stories on Instagram and posts on Twitter went up that day, each saying the exact same thing, tagging eachother: NOW MARRIED!

Congratulations went out on both platforms.

The wedding? Set for September. They didn't really know what day, but all that mattered was that they were engaged.

And that was all they needed.

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YES I AM CRYING ARE YOU AAAAAAAAAAA

if you listen to Freedom (by Anthony Ramos :0) while reading this, I promise you will start crying.

I was while writing this and still am oof

~ Brittany 💙