#add a little sparkle to your life ✨

[allura-raine]

[madelynraemunson]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲) 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✨ — a steve harrington one shot fic

modern!sperm donor!steve x modern!pregnant!fem!reader

Summary: It’s hard to find ‘forever’ in a world that glorifies hook-up culture. After multiple failed relationships, you start to believe that your dream of having a family someday will only be just that — a DREAM. That is until you stumble across The Baby Gate Foundation, a family planning organization that helps qualifying Strangers start families with one another.

disclaimers — fluff overload, strangers to friends to lovers, some angst, reader goes by “Honey”,

NSFW — very brief smut, p in v sex (unprotected), breeding kink, cream pie, soft!dom steve

word count — 6.0k words

“So… what’s your favorite color?”

It’s the most aggravating question to ask when wading in the Dating Pool — and unfortunately the most frequent. But you figure at least asking about Steve Harrington’s favorite color is a good ‘precursor question’ when trying to get to know him. After all, you are the one carrying his child.

“Cerulean,” the handsome stranger from across the table replies.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a type of blue.”

“You could’ve just said blue.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

You issue him a touché type nod as you gently place your folded hands over your growing bump…a bump that was a byproduct of an ordeal that he wasn’t even present to participate in.

Before you knew him as Steve Harrington, he was just Stranger #021 whose sperm donation gave you the gift of life. The gift of having a little one of your own.

And it was about time you started a family. It has been a dream of yours — once you bagged your dream job and got to travel the world — to get married and have kids. But apparently the person you spent 6 years with did not share that dream, despite having told you he did in the beginning stages of your partnership.

Are you crazy? How dare you think your ex wanted a family after he explicitly told you he wanted you to marry him and have his kids? Silly lady. You actually thought he meant what he said.

And Steve Harrington’s baby daddy application seemed impossible to resist. The Baby Gate Foundation disclosed to you that Stranger #021 has no physical ailments, was a star athlete in high school, isn’t a carrier for any chronic illnesses, and passed a mental health and drug clearance.

Your baby is very likely to come out healthy and, now that you’ve gotten a good general idea of the guy, will hopefully inherit Steve’s luscious chestnut brown hair, his radiant smile, sparkling eyes, and kind nature. A healthy baby. A healthy family. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

“Your stomach feeling okay?” Steve inquires.

“Yeah,” you smile. “I just like touching it sometimes. It still doesn’t feel real.”

When selected, Steve jumped for joy. And you bet he started doing cartwheels when your pregnancy test came out positive. My dick still works! he remembers saying.

Having been a foster parent to many teenagers in the past, Steve also felt ready to have a kid of his own. But then his first long term girlfriend of three years cheated on him, and then his next long term girlfriend left him when she realized a family with him was not what she wanted. Steve was practically on the same boat as you. And the stars aligned…

“So I was thinking…when you’re in what’s considered a ‘safe’ point in your pregnancy, say second trimester… we can do cute pregnancy announcements,” Steve suggests.

Your eyes glimmer at the thought.

“As coparents of course!” Steve makes sure to add. “A-and then we can have a gender reveal. We can choose the theme and ideas for it later but I’m just thinking of an intimate cake cutting thing….pink frosting, obviously for girl…”

“And cerulean for boy,” you smirk at him, finishing his thought.

He chuckles at your comment. “Yes, cerulean for boy.”

You two then begin to brainstorm the minor details. Signing up for parenting classes. Check-up appointments. Your baby registry. Ironing out the details so that you both can relish in the pregnancy as much as possible.

When you’re done, Steve then pays for your lunch and you two go separate ways. But not before a long, grateful hug.

“Thank you,” you whisper into his ear. “You’ve made my dream come true.”

“I am just as indebted,” Steve insists, giving your back a loving rub. “I’ve always wanted to be a father.”

You decide to not let go until Steve breaks the hug. But little did you know that was Steve’s plan too. So you both stand there, in the middle of the mall food court swaying back and forth, waiting patiently for the other to let go because to be honest, you never know what a simple ‘I see you’ hug can do for somebody.

Finally, Steve pulls away.

“Listen, uh, Honey,” he says. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird because technically we don’t really know each other…but I already care about you so deeply. You’re the mother of my child. I want to be as involved as possible.”

“I care about you too Steve,” you beam at him. “And I feel like our healing journeys are coming to an end. I’m so excited to come together with another person who has the same goals in life.”

And that is all that’s said during that exchange. You hope that throughout your pregnancy, you and Steve can have more coparent dates to really get to know each other. You love that he feels safe and trustworthy, willing to put his all into the child that he, and many many medical experts helped you create. And you hope that as your baby grows up, you will find a lifelong partner like Steve someday.

“So how’d it go?”

You’re over at your best friend, Eddie’s apartment talking to him about your day. Eddie has been your best friend since middle school, bearing witness to every wonderful milestone — and tragedy — that has plagued your life ever since. Your decision to become a mother on your own, and coparenting with a stranger is no exception.

“I like him!” you exclaim. “He’s very sweet.”

“Do you trust him as your Baby Daddy?”

“If I didn’t, it’d be a little too late for that I’m afraid.”

Eddie would’ve been more than happy to be your donor, and without a doubt, you’d trust him in being fully present in the child’s life. However Eddie comes from a home with a turbulent family dynamic, and unfortunately is a carrier of the addiction gene along with many other illnesses. Eddie didn’t want to risk doing that to you or your family. So it works out that he and his boyfriend Henry are the ‘Fun Uncles’ or as he calls them “Funcles” instead, and Steve is the dad.

“But yeah I like Steve,” you circle back. “He’s funny, sweet, looks like he takes care of himself. Even paid for my food. Oh, and as a bonus, he uses big words.”

Eddie snorts as he strides over to the fridge. “He uses big words.”

“Yeah, like cerulean.”

Your bestie cocks an eyebrow and smirks at you. “What’s that?”

“It’s a type of blue,” you smirk back at him.

He releases a theatrical gasp. “Ground-breaking.”

Your banter is cut short when Eddie’s partner Henry walks through the door.

“Hello, hello.”

“Hey, Henry!”

You watch as the quiet, tall blonde dressed in dark-denim-tailored-to-fit struts in with a grocery bag, closing the door behind him with his foot.

“Hi, darlings.”

“Funcle Number Two,” Eddie greets his partner.

“I thought I was Number One.”

“You are,” Eddie shrugs. “In my heart. If you have an issue with your title and rank, I’d talk it up with Honey.”

“You can be Number One,” you grant him permission, eliciting a betrayed gasp from Eddie.

“Thank you, Honey,” Henry smirks, shooting a sassy look at Eddie.

Eddie issues a sour variation of that smirk to Henry, only to be met with a rough nudge to the ribcage. The two black cats then assemble to unload the groceries, all while focusing their attention back to you, their appointed ‘golden retriever’ of the bunch.

“Speaking of titles,” Henry adds. “How was your meeting with Daddy Steve?”

“It was wonderful,” you respond. “Was just telling Eddie how much I like him.”

Henry grimaces, understandably so. Your taste and judgment in men throughout the years have been nothing short of concerning. But because you didn’t willingly seek Steve out on a shady online dating app, at a dive bar at 2 AM, or on the dance floor of a sweaty small town nightclub, you figured you were in the clear.

“We’re gonna make it work no matter what,” you insist to your seemingly doubtful friends. “Even if there are discrepancies, we agreed it’s our kid before anything. And I’m ready. I told you guys myself that if I don't meet the love of my life by the time I'm 29, I'm having a baby by myself."

Aside from the two "Funcles", you have been the only consistent person in your life. And in this day and age, two people don't need to 'be together' to bring life into this world. And even if they are together, it’s not a happy home sometimes.

All that matters in this arrangement is that both of Baby Harrington’s parents are involved. That was Steve's promise to you.

Let's just hope he keeps it.

“That’s the head… and those…are your baby’s feet.”

You and Steve watch the monitor in awe as the sonographer scans your belly. You are now 20 weeks along, and doing a routine ultrasound check up.

First trimester was a nightmare. Constant nausea and vomiting so you’re not even sure that you’re stomaching those pre-natals, intense mood swings, and breast tenderness so bad you essentially begged Steve to just chop your tits off.

Regardless, you are healthy, and the baby is healthy. And now your camera roll is filled with pictures and videos of every frame of every ultrasound you get done, as well as audio recordings of Baby Harrington’s heartbeat. You and Steve even share your content amongst each other, just in case the other missed something that the other captured. It’s a wholesome exchange, really.

“Baby’s kicking a lot. Almost looks like they’re swimming in place,” the tech comments.

“I did swim and water polo in high school, could be why,” Steve explains.

You bat your eyes in adoration at your friend. He gives you a warm look back.

“Just like Daddy,” you say. And then Steve rests his palm atop your hand.

For the first time in a long time, everything feels complete.

“So, would you like to know the gender?” the sonographer inquires.

Immediately you and Steve bombard her with anxious-filled “No no no no”s. You decided to go with the cake gender reveal idea, and Henry and Eddie were in charge of having it made.

“We’d like for it to be a surprise,” Steve smiles. “But we sure would like an envelope with the gender in it. Honey’s gonna give it to her friends to give the baker.”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” the tech grins widely. “I will have it printed out for you shortly.”

She wipes your belly down so that there is no more ultrasound jelly on your stomach before leaving. Meanwhile, you and Steve are absolutely giddy. You are now halfway through your pregnancy and couldn’t wait to hold Baby Harrington in your arms.

But as exciting as everything is, it is also anxiety-inducing. No parenting book could ever prepare you for bringing a kid into the world. There was so much more that needed to be done. So much to do. And it seems like there was so very little time to do it.

Steve has another question for you. “When does the baby usually wake you up?”

“Baby’s a night owl, strangely,” you reply. “I’ll feel some moving and stuff at night.”

Steve sighs and shakes his head in thought.

“Man, I hope kid doesn’t wake you up at night too much when they’re born. That’d be god awful.”

“I know, I’ve been thinking of that too,” you groan. “And all the diaper changes I’ll probably have to do before putting them back to sleep. Ugh, I don’t even wanna think about diapers.”

You didn’t want to think about post-partum shit. So far, you’ve only been focused on pregnancy shit, and that shit is already overwhelming. While you seem well-equipped for pregnancy itself, the thought of actually being a fully-functioning parenting unit alongside Steve brings on a new set of fear.

Suddenly you and Steve look up at each other.

“Oh shit!” you shriek. “A crib! We need a crib! A stroller.”

“And a whole nursery,” he gulps. “And a baby monitor… A swaddle! A carrier!”

———

You and Steve are moved in together by the end of the month. Platonically, of course. With a capital P.

You both figured that raising the baby under one roof would be the healthiest way to approach your parenting situation. Both of you already get along really well and have similar communication styles. You two also have the same expectations from each other. And not every child is blessed with two parents living together in a happy home. It’s a luxury you both refused to take for granted.

So eventually the non-traditional-housewarming-slash-baby-shower-party rolls around, in efforts to help prepare for Baby Harrington’s arrival. It ends up being a huge success. Additionally, the party gave everyone a chance to mingle with one another, your friends meeting Steve’s friends and jokingly calling each other "in-laws". Robin and Eddie immediately grow very fond of each other, having deemed each other best friends after their third time meeting.

“How long do you give it?” Robin asks Eddie as they watch you and Steve work together to build the crib. “You know till they…”

They observe as you and Steve bicker back and forth about whether or not a section of the crib was installed the wrong way. You argue that it was, and Steve, still firm in his masculinity that he felt like was slowly chipping away (he can’t help it sometimes) insisted that it wasn’t.

“I know how to read, Honey. And besides, if it’s the wrong part, how did I screw it on perfectly?”

“I don’t know, Bob the Builder,” you fire back at him. “You didn’t have to 'screw it on perfectly' to get me pregnant.”

“Til that baby is born,” Eddie estimates.

Eddie chuckles at this. He’s been with Henry for many years, but you two have beat him at the argue-like-a-married couple thing. Slyly, he sips his beer.

“…The very latest.”

“Steve, I’m hungry. Wanna go to Rally’s?”

The cravings have officially kicked in (finally). But of course, it’s at the least convenient of times.

“Woman, it is 1 in the morning...”

“Yes, and I want Rally’s.”

You give Steve a light thunk on his fluffy head.

Now that you two live together, sleeping in the same bed was bound to happen eventually. But it is the least of your concerns. In a world where people go ‘ghost’ after getting what they want, laying your head down in the same bed as Steve is the farthest thing from intimacy. You’re also afraid of the dark, and being in his light calms your nerves.

Except for tonight. Where the only thing that’ll calm those nerves is a Wild West burger and some fries.

Steve huffs, clearly too tired to argue with your hungry ass. But also, you’re the mother of his child. You have the hardest job, and having a late night snack when you felt like it is the bare minimum of what you deserve.

“Let’s go.”

You smirk to yourself as you dance your way out of bed. Anything Baby Mama wants, Baby Mama gets.

Rally’s sure did the trick. When you and Steve return, you find yourself skipping back to the bedroom while Harrington fights to urge to plop onto the floor right by the entry way, his body’s natural response to a food coma, and the state of lethargy he was in from being stirred awake.

But as much as he valued his beauty sleep, he knows deep down he’d still do it again for you. Your little food dance was also pretty damn cute, anyways.

———

THE NEXT WEEK

You and Steve have been ordering way too much takeout. So tonight you decide to surprise him with a home-cooked meal. So while he’s at work, you’re searching Pinterest for healthy, savory dishes to cook. Chinese food it is. One can never go wrong with some chicken fried rice.

Steve comes home right when you finish.

“Oh my god,” Steve gawks as he enters the kitchen. “What smells so damn good?”

“I made dinner,” you smile gleefully, and with pride. “I have so much energy second trimester it’s insane. Hope you like Chinese.”

Steve slows down. Glancing around the chaotic kitchen, he takes in the array of sauces, the cutting board, and the multiple plates and bowls that most likely harbored the. Then he looks at you — a sweaty mess with stains on her apron from all the rice tossing. And he can tell, by your slightly labored breathing, that you’re gathering up all the energy you possibly can to powerwash all the dishes.

“You…made this for me?”

“Yeah! For us, actually. And the baby. I hope you’re okay with onions and scallions.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine with those,” he insists. “It’s just that…I have a date tonight.”

Suddenly the pots and pans feel so much heavier. The air, hotter. The onions, stronger judging by how tears start pooling at the base of your eyes. At least you want to blame it on those.

“Oh,” you sniff.

“I’m so sorry, Honey. I should’ve told you so you didn’t have to go out of your way.”

“It’s fine.”

Why do you feel this way? It’s not like you two are together anyway. This pregnancy is a partnership… platonic with a capital P. So why are you upset? And more importantly, why are you jealous?

“I-I’m sorry…” Steve panics. “I-it’s just that we’ve been getting takeout all week and I thought it’d be the same toni-”

“It’s okay, Steve.”

“That came out so bad, I…”

“I know what you mean,” you shake your head shutting him down immediately. “Have fun tonight, okay?”

“You’re crying…”

“I was chopping onions,” you point out.

You nod to the bag of onions that were yet to be put away. There was a lot left to be put away actually, and you were kind of hoping Steve would help. But clearly he’s a busy man.

“And it’s probably just the stupid pregnancy hormones too,” you add.

“They’re NOT stupid,” Steve insists. “And you just said you have so much energy. You were bursting with light just a moment ago…before I killed it.”

“Have fun tonight, Steve,” you repeat.

You head over to the wok and scoop out a serving for two: one serving for you, and one for the baby. Dad will get the leftovers, you suppose.

Steve watches you intently. You can feel his stare even with your back turned. Suddenly, you hear the faint dial tone of his cell phone ringing a couple of times before someone answers.

“Hey…Lacey, I can’t come tonight,” Steve sighs. “I’m really sorry for being so last minute. A family emergency came up.”

You look back over at him. He makes sure to look you in the eyes as he says ‘family’.

The two of them talk some more before Steve hangs up the phone. Awkwardly now, you chew softly at the rice you made.

“Well she definitely hates me,” Steve chuckles. “But I don’t care.”

“Steve…” you speak. “You didn’t have to.”

“You’re carrying my kid,” Steve looks at you with glimmering eyes. “I can’t be running through the town in the arms of another woman. This pregnancy is a team effort.”

He glides over you and stops right where your hips meet. You timidly manage to look up at him, tear-jerked, all sweaty, and very very pregnant. And after Steve tucks a loose strand of hair behind the blushing cartilage of your ear, he presses his tender lips against your forehead.

“For the baby,” he whispers to you.

“For the baby,” you repeat after him.

The day is here.

The gender reveal, that is. You didn’t expect finding out something as simple as having a boy or girl was going to be this nerve wracking. And to think some people do this in front of a huge audience.

“Okay…” you exhale unevenly. “You ready?”

“Only if you are,” Steve nods, but his trembling hands betray him.

“Hand me a glass.”

Steve hands you one of the two wine glasses you brought for the intimate picnic you had planned for today. On the count of three, you two were to dig those very glasses into the cake and scoop out the long awaited answer.

SWEET CHILD O MINE, the cake reads. Boy or girl?

Henry and Eddie settled for a Rock-N-Roll inspired cake, with self-indulgent black and red buttercream on the outside, and the pre-determined blue or pink on the inside. You were afraid that it was going to be a little too edgy for Steve, but he assures you the aesthetic of a cake is the least of his priorities.

Drawing out an uneven breath now, you decide to start counting down.

“One…” you gulp.

“Two…” Steve joins in.

But you can't bring yourself to say ‘three’. Shutting your eyes closed in a bout of nervousness, you mutter softly,

"Two and a half..."

It earns you a chuckle from Steve. Knowing just how to calm you down, like he had been doing all pregnancy, he offers you his available hand to squeeze if you needed.

“Three!” you two finally say together.

Plunging your wine glasses into the cake, you and Steve gather one big scoop each while your eyes drift elsewhere.

“I can’t look,” you choke, sniffing back a tear or two.

“I can’t either,” Steve exhales, evidently nervous. “You can look first though.”

“No, I’ll look when you do.”

You’re met with messy dough and frosting in the glass at first. But after trailing after the inside part of the cake, you catch sight of the fluffy frosting that was buried beneath. A bright, eye-catching, pastel....

...cerulean blue. A baby boy.

“Oh…my…god,” your hand trembles in complete shock. “It’s a boy…”

“Oh my god, baby!” Steve sniffs going in to hug you. “We’re having a boy…”

And then it happens. Unable to contain himself from his joy any longer, Steve cups your face with his frosting-laced fingers, connecting his lips passionately to yours, and you with him.

It’s the best day of Steve’s life. You are the reason that he gets to live out his dream of becoming a dad. And now that you two are having a son, all he can imagine is teaching the kid how to throw a football in the backyard, signing him up for T-Ball and Boy Scouts (just like his dad once did with him), and taking him and his buddies out on silly, fun-filled rag-tag group adventures.

And knowing how strange and daunting the world can be, Steve already maps out how to raise your child morally, encouraging him to always treat others with kindness, to be a friend to all, to always lend a helping hand whenever the situation calls on it. And to respect women…because after all, everybody came from one. And Steve knows that he struck gold, considering the fact that he views you as an absolute queen.

You kiss King Steve back, humming in awe because of how natural his energy feels against yours.

It all feels very natural. Makes you feel like you’ve known him your entire life.

Your eyes widen in shock as you two look at each other, both stunned that a kiss was both of your initial, seemingly ‘platonic’, response to the news.

"Is it just me or is it just now hitting?" Steve questions. "We're having a kid together."

"It's just now hitting me too," you agree, the double meaning tugging aggressively at your heartstrings. "We're really doing this, Stevie."

“Our son.”

“Our son.”

———

“What happens when one of us finds somebody?”

It’s a talk you and Steve were due for eventually. But Steve is just as unsure, looking over at your pregnant silhouette standing at the foot of the doorway.

But with how beautiful you looked standing at the doorway, your silk, maternity night gown hugging all the beautiful curves of your body while you rubbed your belly that housed your very active kicker, Steve wasn’t even sure if he’d ever want to find somebody else.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” he ends up saying.

He makes his way over to you, wrapping his gentle arms around your waistline, emitting his ever-growing love for you and the baby you two share.

“But if one thing's for sure, it's our son. Baby Harrington first. Before anything.”

“Baby before anything," you repeat the promise.

Steve’s lips graze your skin once again, an invitation and incentive to join him in bed — nuzzled up in the sheets and his warmth — so the two of you can soak in all the rest you possibly can before Baby Boy makes his entrance into the world.

Some bridges aren’t meant for crossing. Sometimes settling is the best option. And you don’t mind settling down. Because here, in Steve’s arms, it feels like home.

WEEK 38

An involuntary rush in your lower extremity stirs you awake. When you feel around to push the sheets aside and hobble to the bathroom, you’re stunned to discover your nightgown had become a raft, and that you’re laying atop your own unscented secretions. And you know it’s not piss. So if you didn’t pee…

Oh no, it’s happening.

You begin to panic.

“Steve!” you hiss, sitting up and pushing your partner awake. “HEY! Harrington!”

“Huh?” Steve mumbles, still half asleep.

“Get the hospital bag.”

“What?”

“Get the hospital bag, dingus. My water just broke.”

He shoots up. Still relatively disoriented, but now also horrified.

“W-what? Are you sure?! Does this… A-are you about to…”

“Yes! Grab the bag and start the car. He’s coming RIGHT NOW.”

While you slowly sit up to get your shoes and a robe on, Steve scurries to the car with your overnight L&D bag and purse in his arms. You reach over to grab your phone and charger, dialing up Eddie in the process.

It rings for a long time before he picks up.

“Honey, it’s 4 AM, what do you want?” Eddie grumbles.

“It’s time, Eds,” you sniff happily. “The baby is coming.”

The line is silent for a couple seconds, and for a while it’s like you can hear Eddie connecting the dots in his head. Alas, he speaks.

“HO-LY SHIT!”

*Click*. The line disconnects.

Steve holds your hand through it all. From checking into Labor and Delivery, to moving to your room, to breathing exercises with your bedside doula, check-ins with your midwife, and throughout the entire birthing process.

Not only is he nervous out of his mind, but he thinks you’re so beautiful.

"You know," Steve says in attempts to soothe you. "When I came out the womb, the nurse yelled "Oh my gosh! That's a lot of hair on a baby!"

You're too fixated on your breathing exercises to fully appreciate Steve's story. But you understand his sweet gesture, so you stroke his thumb with your thumb to let him know you're listening.

“I guess I had double the amount of hair than a usual newborn,” he continues. “And all the nurses were crowding around to get a good— OW OW OW! Watch the hand, watch the hand.”

The sudden level 9 contraction that shot through your entire stomach, causing you to scream in agony and beg for the epidural.

"JESUS, FUCK GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!" you plead desperately.

Steve kisses you softly on the forehead before going in to stroke your, very sweaty, hair. He was not going to leave your side. Not now, not ever. This baby — and you — are the best things to ever happen to him.

Thanks to yours and Steve's mindful prep, the birthing process was a smooth one compared to others.

But still pretty painful, nonetheless. For you, for Steve, for everybody involved.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Eddie sputters as he and Henry rush onto the unit with the baby's carseat and other miscellaneous belongings in their hands. "It's happening, it's happening. He's almost here!"

"I wonder," Henry pants, doing his best to keep up with his boyfriend. "If she experienced the Ring of Fire yet."

"What's the Ring of Fire?" Eddie questions him.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" your tumultuous screams sound down the hall directly from your room. Anyone would've thought someone was getting murdered in there, had it not been a hospital unit strictly for childbirth.

"That," Henry answers him.

---

"You're almost there, baby," Steve encourages you. "Keep pushing."

The epidural had finally kicked in and now all you had to focus on was pushing.

“I see the head, Mama,” your midwife announces, rubbing your knee as you’re struggling to push. “Keep going, keep going! Couple more for me.”

“FUCK!” you cry out doing your best to contract those muscles.

“There we go…” Steve soothes you as he strokes your hair. “Doing AMAZING, baby. That’s it…”

He strokes your thumb with his, a helpless look in his eyes as he watches you struggle. It’s clear that Steve doesn’t know what else he could possibly do for you, but he attempts to mask that belief. He couldn’t wait to spoil you afterwards. It’s what you deserve.

“Few more pushes, Honey,” your nurse says again. “He’s almost out. We got his shoulders now.”

“Oh god I’m gonna faint,” Steve says, evidently growing dizzy.

“Can someone get a wet towel for Dad?!” another nurse calls out. “And maybe some juice?”

“PUSH, PUSH!”

“PUSH, Honey!”

“ALMOST THERE, MAMA!”

“I can’t,” you cry out. “I can’t anymore.”

“You can do it, baby,” Steve encourages you, pelting the back of your hand with endearing kisses. “You’re doing such a good job, I’m so proud of you…”

Before you know it, the air of the hospital room fills with tiny belted cries, followed by relieved and adorn coos as the nurse catches your baby.

“0507, time of birth!"

“Oh my god,” Steve wails in excitement. “Oh my god, he’s here he’s out. We have a baby! You did it, Honey!”

Too exhausted to say anything you simply fall back, taking a few deep breaths in relief. It’s over, the baby is here. And he is healthy.

You feel a sloppy kiss land on your cheek. Steve ruffles your hair when you look his way.

“You did it, Honey.”

Everything happens so fast after that.

From what you hear, Steve was the one who cut the umbilical cord — and he was very adamant about having the pictures to prove it. The baby was then weighed and bathed, all the hospital data was gathered with permission granted by Steve.

And soon, after an eternity, your son is swaddled and soon returned back to you and ‘Dad’.

"Oh wow!" a nurse remarks. "This baby has a whole lotta hair!"

You and Steve immediately look to each other and burst out laughing. Just like his Daddy...

———

“How does that feel, Steve?” you ask him, eyes fixated on the absolute DILF in front of you.

“Amazing,” he coos. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

When all needs were attended to, it was finally time for ‘skin to skin’. You didn’t think it’d be possible to be both sexy and wholesome at the same time — until you saw Steve cradling your newborn, pressing him tenderly against his exposed chest so that their hearts can beat as one.

“Hi little man,” he sniffs. “I’m your daddy.”

A single tear falls from his face and splashes onto the blanket that your son was cocooned in. Steve pulls him in closer and kisses him softly on the forehead.

“I’m your daddy,” he repeats.

It’s everything he’s ever wanted. Steve’s legacy is about to begin and it’s all thanks to you. And from your hospital bed as you recover, you are able to snap some pictures of the two loves of your life, the first photos of many, of the family photo albums.

“Ugh, when did Steve get so hairy?” Lucas wonders as he sneaks a gaze into the hospital room.

“Right?” Dustin agrees, joining him beside the doorway. “I told him he needs to tame that jungle but he claims the ladies dig it.”

“I mean, look at Honey,” Lucas points out. She seems to like it and Steve knocked her up.”

“True but it wasn’t organic, you idiot,” Max mutters.

Love pours in from every wing of the unit. Soon all your family and friends start to arrive, as well as Steve’s family and friends. You’re spoiled with ‘congratulations’ signs, and postpartum care packages, and an array of foods that you couldn’t eat while pregnant (i.e. sushi, deli sandwiches).

And with your approval, Steve comes out of the hospital room, ready — and proud — to showcase your baby to the entire world.

“Everyone, there’s someone we’d like for you to meet,” Steve says, keeping his voice at a low murmur. “This is Benjamin Dean Harrington. Benny for short.”

You and Steve end up taking parental leave at the same time.

Your entire day-to-day consists of loving on and spending quality time with Benny. The diaper changes, the cuddles, the nursery rhymes, and everything in between. It’s impossible to think you’ll ever get tired of it. You and Steve have officially transitioned to Mom & Dad Mode.

Until Benny goes to sleep.

As the golden sun peaks in through the cream colored blinds, you feel Steve’s hand trail down your back and down to your ass to grab it. Releasing a soft moan, you lean into his touch, shifting your weight to one side of the mattress.

“Baby…” he moans into you.

“Should we?” your eyes twinkle. “The baby’s asleep…”

He chuckles into your neck, raspy voice sure to be the end of you if he kept teasing you any longer.

“‘m scared I’ll hurt you.”

“I’ll let you know,” you barter. “I feel ready.”

———

“Fuck, right there, Steve��”

You grip the sheets tightly as Steve rolls his hips into you, his strokes a delicious mix of pleasure and a challenging stretch. And as you bite into your pillow, your eyes rolling up towards the sky, he maintains the pace you love so much, drilling you in, simultaneously massaging your clit while his quenched lips tenderly suction themselves to the crook of you neck.

It’s your first time together, but it feels like you two have done this before. Your bodies are naturally in sync, knowing where your boundaries lie without needing any cues, and knowing exactly how far you both can take it. Daddy Steve, being the gentleman he is, has your entire body mapped out.

“God I love it,” your overstimulated self whimpers, chest to your chin, ankles dangling off of Steve’s broad shoulders as he rails you.

“Oh, I bet you do, Honey.”

His large hand encloses around your neck, thumb hovering over your lips as he fawns over your mewling, vulnerable body.

“You want my cum, baby?” Steve asks. “Want me to fill you to the brim huh? You wanna have my babies?”

“Yes, I want your babies, Steve,” you moan. “Want all of them.”

And as an orgasm spills out of you, Steve’s spills in, coating you with his warm release as you both unravel in the sheets.

“Holy shit, that felt so good,” you whisper, nuzzling your head against his chest. Steve grins from ear to ear when you kiss him on the chin. “Thank you for making me feel so safe and loved.”

“Well when you’re you Honey, you make it so easy,” he blushes.

Steve rests his hands on your ass again, giving it a faint smack. You bite your lip as he pulls you even closer to him. And as the sun sets, you know round two is on the horizon.

“Anyways, when ARE we having another one?”

———

author’s note: i’m noticing some themes with the way i write eddie smut vs steve smut. i totally write eddie as a rough dom and steve is def a soft dom. not complaining tho, those are my headcannons for them 🤭

divider creds: @silkholland , @elfbar-baby

[kingofbodyrolls]

Friendcation (m) | myg | baby special

Yoongi spends time with your daughter 💜

→ Pairing: mechanic!Yoongi x reader (female) → AUs: roadtrip!au, non idol!au, established relationship, mechanic!Yoongi, dad!Yoongi, married!au → Genres: slice of life, humor/crack and so much fucking fluff → Rating: mature/explicit/R18 (this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.) → Word count: 3.5k → Warnings (explicit): this is just pure fluff, so nothing smutty in this one! But there’s mention of pussy, if that is a warning? I swear, it’s just funny, sweet and lovely 🥹 it's written completely in Yoongi's pov, just because... you'll see 💜 → Author’s note(1): the last extra for friendcation that I’ve planned 🥳 I don’t think I’ll write more for this series/couple so please consider this officially completed (but you never know, lol). But I really don’t know what more I could add to this. I hope you enjoy this one too! 💜 And thank you all so fucking much; thank you for reading, commenting, reviewing, reblogging—everything means so much to me, you truly don’t know. Knowing what you think, and that you like reading my stories matters a lot to me, and essentially that is what keeps me going (especially when I’m struggling). So thank you 🫂 → Read on AO3? [link] ✨

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The gentle patter of tiny feet echoes through his dreams, a soft cadence pulling him from the depths of sleep. Not fully awake, yet not entirely asleep, he hovers on the fragile edge of consciousness. The sound of those footsteps—familiar, beloved—grows louder, closer, until a tender warmth touches his cheek.

“Daddy! Daddy! Wakey, wakey!” Mee-Yon’s voice bursts with joy, her excitement bubbling over as she bounces on the balls of her feet, her laughter a melody that could rouse the sun itself. 

He groans, stretching the stiffness from his body as the couch protests beneath him. Slowly, he opens his eyes, and there she is—his daughter, beaming down at him with a grin so pure it melts away any lingering weariness. How could he be upset when faced with such a sight? That tiny, radiant face is too full of life, too full of love.

“Hm?” he groans again, as Mee-Yon’s tiny fingers press against his cheeks, her eyes wide and insistent, sparkling with the boundless energy only a three-year-old could possess. She bounces still, a little ball of endless enthusiasm, and he marvels at how so much vigor can be contained in such a small body.

“Uncle Minnie is here,” she announces, her voice dropping just slightly, though no less vibrant, as if she’s sharing a grand secret. Her eyes shine with excitement, practically glittering—no, bursting with rainbows, if only this were a cartoon. And in this moment, he thinks, maybe he’s been watching too many cartoons lately, breathing in too much of that magic.

“He is?” he murmurs, running a hand through his dark hair, now cropped shorter than usual—a change he knows you’ll notice. He remembers how you prefer it longer, but for now, this is how it is.

“Mhm,” Mee-Yon confirms with a dramatic little stance, hands on her hips. That flair for the dramatic—definitely not something she got from him. Him, dramatic? Never.

He chuckles, gently patting her head, his fingers tracing through her soft hair that hasn’t yet been tamed into the neat bun she usually wears. Should he tie it up? He hesitates, knowing she’ll just pull it out moments after he’s finished.

Looking up, he sees Jimin standing in the doorway, a soft smile on his face as he watches Mee-Yon with an adoration so profound it almost makes the room glow. Jimin, the ever-dedicated godfather, has taken his role to heart, showering her with a love so abundant it spills over, warming the whole house. He spoils her endlessly, and though he’d never admit it, he’s grateful for it. It’s nice. It’s more than nice. It’s love, in its purest form.

“MINNIE!” Mee-Yon cries out, spinning on her heel to race toward Jimin, arms flung wide. He scoops her up effortlessly, lifting her high into the air, the room filling with the sound of her gleeful giggles and his playful airplane noises. As his arms tire, he lowers her gently to the ground, and she wraps herself around his legs, claiming him with a possessive “Mine.”

Jimin grins, glancing over at him. “I see she’s as possessive as you,” he teases, and Yoongi responds with a playful scoff, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation. But deep down, his heart swells, knowing these moments—these precious, fleeting moments—are what make everything worthwhile.

He rises from the couch, stretching the remnants of sleep from his limbs, and finally, the sweet, intoxicating aroma of dinner weaves its way to him, causing his stomach to rumble in anticipation. The scent is warm, rich, filled with love, and it beckons him forward like a siren’s call.

As he moves past Mee-Yon and Jimin, their laughter like a soft melody in the background, he follows the trail of that delicious fragrance into the kitchen. There you are, immersed in the ritual of cooking, your focus entirely on the simmering pans before you. You’re making dinner—far more than necessary, as always, though tonight it’s just you, Yoongi, Jimin, and little Mee-Yon. But since becoming a mother, you’ve taken to preparing meals that last for days, an act of foresight that saves time and allows for more precious moments together. He loves this about you, this quiet efficiency that carves out more space for family, more time to bask in the warmth of togetherness.

You haven’t noticed him yet, lost in the rhythm of your work, the soft sizzle of the stove and the gentle clatter of utensils. He knows better than to startle you, aware of the way you lose yourself in the dance of cooking. So he deliberately makes his steps audible, the floor creaking underfoot as he approaches. “Smells nice,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he slides his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Yoon,” you sigh, your voice dripping with affection as you lean into him, and he presses a tender kiss to the curve of your ear. He can feel you melt under his touch, the way your body instinctively relaxes into his, a soft giggle escaping your lips—music to his ears. He lives for these sounds, the small, intimate noises you make, even the ones in your sleep that pull him from his dreams but awaken something else within him, something that fills him with love and desire.

His fingers trace gentle patterns on your skin, lifting the edge of your blouse to feel the warmth of you beneath his hands. His calloused fingers draw circles, savoring the softness of your flesh. You moan softly, your body swaying slightly as if moved by an invisible melody, a song only the two of you can hear. His hands drift lower, brushing your hip, pausing as if savoring the moment.

“Dinner! Dinner!” Mee-Yon’s excited shout rings out behind you, shattering the tender moment with her boundless energy. He can’t help but chuckle as he turns to see her cradled in Jimin’s arms, her little face glowing with joy.

“You know she can walk, right?” he teases, grinning at the pair of them.

“Yeah, but this is more fun,” Jimin replies, bouncing her gently, drawing out another round of her infectious laughter.

“You’re spoiling her too much,” you chide playfully, turning off the stove and casting Jimin a mock death stare, your eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I have to stay her favorite uncle,” Jimin retorts with a carefree shrug, his smile widening as he carries Mee-Yon over to the table, already set and waiting. Mee-Yon giggles, sticking her tongue out at you, and in that moment, the room is filled with warmth—a perfect snapshot of love, laughter, and family.

Yoongi can’t help but smile, knowing that none of your other friends stand a chance at becoming Mee-Yon’s favorite—not with the way Jimin spoils her, showering her with endless affection. There’s something special between them, an unspoken bond that binds them closer than the rest. Mee-Yon seems to naturally gravitate toward Jimin, drawn to his playful spirit and gentle heart.

Of course, she enjoys the company of the others too. She adores playing with Seokjin’s kids and his wife, their home a haven of laughter and warmth. Jungkook, with his eternal boyishness, is always ready to dive into whatever adventure Mee-Yon dreams up, his energy a perfect match for her wild imagination. She lights up when Namjoon reads her stories, his deep voice weaving tales that captivate her young mind. Once, when Namjoon’s girlfriend was over, her belly round with the promise of new life, Mee-Yon innocently asked how babies were made. Yoongi was relieved not to be on the receiving end of that question, watching with a mix of amusement and sympathy as Namjoon fumbled for the right words—balancing truth with tact.

Then there’s Taehyung, who spoils her with gifts from his travels as a photographer, bringing the world to her in the form of exotic trinkets and stories that transport her to far-off lands. Each friend brings something unique into Mee-Yon’s life, and while they all have their place in her heart, it’s Jimin who holds the brightest spot.

“Dinner’s ready,” you call out, wiping the sheen of sweat from your brow, a testament to the steam rising from the pots on the stove. The meal is a labor of love, and as you all gather around the table, it’s no surprise that Mee-Yon instinctively takes her place next to Jimin.

The first bite is met with murmurs of approval. “It’s so good,” Jimin exclaims, and Yoongi nods in agreement, his eyes catching the soft blush that spreads across your cheeks. He knows how you are with compliments, especially about cooking—something you usually leave to him. But tonight, you’ve outdone yourself, and it’s clear that your efforts have not gone unnoticed.

Then, out of nowhere, Mee-Yon’s small voice cuts through the comfortable silence like a bolt of lightning. “Vagina!” she shouts, slamming her tiny hands on the table for emphasis. “Vagina!” 

All eyes snap to her in stunned disbelief, the room frozen in a moment that feels suspended in time. Yoongi isn’t sure if he heard his daughter correctly, but as she repeats the word with gleeful abandon, there’s no mistaking it. Your gaze darts frantically between Jimin and Yoongi, as if deciding who to unleash your wrath upon. Fortunately, Jimin ends up as the target.

“What the fuck did you teach my daughter?” you demand, your voice trembling with incredulity and a hint of anger. Yoongi, relieved not to be in the line of fire, watches as Jimin blinks back at you, utterly bewildered.

“What?” Jimin stammers, shaking his head in denial. “I didn’t teach her that! She must have picked it up at daycare,” he says, his tone calm but defensive, trying to deflect the blame.

Yoongi, ever the realist, can’t help but let a remark slip, one that’s more truth than tact. “Just be glad she didn’t say pussy.”

You sigh, a mix of exasperation and reluctant acceptance, realizing that he has a point. Better to let it go, not to give Mee-Yon’s newfound vocabulary too much attention. After all, the more focus you put on it, the more she’ll repeat it, and there’s no need to make a spectacle out of a word that, to her, is just another part of the world she’s discovering.

“Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!” Mee-Yon’s voice rings out with glee, her innocent delight filling the room as she proudly chants the forbidden word. Your stern gaze snaps to Yoongi, and in that instant, he knows he’s made fucked up. The realization hits him like a wave, and the weight of it is evident in his sheepish expression. “You taught her to say pussy. Why would you do that, Yoon?” you groan, frustration lacing your voice, a trace of self-doubt creeping in as you wonder if this makes you a bad mother. But Yoongi knows better—shit happens, and he reckons this isn’t the worst thing she could have picked up. After all, with the amount of time she spends with Jimin and Jungkook, he’s surprised this is the first explicit word to slip out.

“Peeing from my pussy!” she sing-songs with abandon, and you all groan in unison, only for the tension to break as laughter bubbles up, impossible to hold back. It’s bad, he knows it, but it’s also undeniably funny and, in a way, just a little bit cute. 

Mee-Yon soon loses interest in the word, her attention drifting as she begins to babble a stream of playful nonsense, her laughter joining yours in a chorus that fills the house with warmth. As the evening settles into a comfortable rhythm, Yoongi helps clean up while Jimin entertains Mee-Yon in the living room, the sound of their laughter echoing through the walls. He silently hopes Jimin isn’t teaching her any new vocabulary, knowing full well that the daycare likely isn’t to blame for this latest outburst.

Later, Jimin takes on the task of putting Mee-Yon to bed—a routine she seems to prefer whenever he’s around. Neither you nor Yoongi mind, as it offers you a rare moment of peace, a chance to sit together in quiet companionship while Jimin’s gentle voice carries through the door, reading her a bedtime story. When he emerges, his face softened by a tender smile, he bids you both goodnight and slips away into the night. It’s late, and Yoongi can’t help but curse the fatigue that overtook him earlier, leaving him to doze off on the couch. 

He’s been working more than usual lately, picking up the slack as you scale back your hours, determined to keep your finances steady. He doesn’t mind, knowing this is just a season of life, a phase that will pass. There may come a time when you’ll work more hours again, and he can step back. What he truly appreciates is the flexibility you both have in your work—his garage at home, a sanctuary where he can manage his own time, and your ability to work from home, offering you a reprieve from the relentless stress of your marketing job and the demands of your boss.

Tonight, though, you’re both too exhausted to stay up, even though the allure of a new K-drama tugs at your thoughts. Yoongi knows better—you’ll both likely fall asleep on the couch, and while it’s sleep, it’s not the restful kind. Better to retreat to the comfort of your bed, where real rest awaits.

So that’s what you do, slipping into a simple nighttime routine, brushing teeth, and taking care of your skin before crawling under the covers. Yoongi loves these moments, spooning you for the warmth and comfort it brings, not just for the obvious reasons but for the pure joy of being close to you. He nestles into your neck, breathing in your natural, sweet, and earthy scent—a fragrance that grounds him, that makes everything else fade away.

He doesn’t know how much time passes before he’s jolted awake by Mee-Yon’s piercing scream. His heart races, the familiar surge of fear gripping him—always worried that something terrible has happened. But as he listens, he realizes it’s likely another night terror. With swift, practiced movements, he’s out of bed and crossing the short distance to her room, just opposite yours. 

The room is bathed in the soft glow of a unicorn night lamp, casting gentle shadows on the walls. The rest is cloaked in darkness, except for the faint hum of white noise playing in the background, a melody that usually soothes her into sleep and keeps her there through the night. But not tonight. Her screams persist, shrill and heart-wrenching, as he approaches her bed. She’s calling for you, her mother, her small body trembling in the dim light.

“Mom! Mom! Mommy!” Mee-Yon’s cries pierce the quiet night, her voice tinged with distress as her tiny body thrashes beneath the sheets. Her eyes remain tightly shut, yet it’s as if she’s caught in a battle with unseen phantoms, lost in the throes of a bad dream. Yoongi’s heart aches at the sight, a deep, primal need to protect his daughter surging within him. 

“Mee-Yon,” he whispers, his voice soft as a lullaby, “it’s okay, sweetheart.” But his words are like echoes in a canyon, powerless against the storm of her nightmare. She continues to scream, panic tightening her small frame, and Yoongi feels a pang of helplessness. He hates seeing her like this, hates that there’s nothing he can do but wait it out, knowing it’s just a part of her growth, an inevitable phase that will pass. Yet that knowledge doesn’t ease the knot in his chest.

He places a gentle hand on her stomach, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her frantic breaths. “Mee-Yon,” he calls out again, a bit more urgently, but she’s still far away, lost in the dark corners of her dream. Then, suddenly, she stirs, her tiny body moving in fits and starts until she sits up, her eyes still closed, arms reaching skyward as if begging to be held. 

“Mommy,” she whimpers, her voice a broken cry, and Yoongi’s heart twists in response. “It’s Dad,” he says softly, reaching for her, lifting her delicate frame into his arms. “I’m here. It’s okay.” 

“Daddy,” she murmurs, still caught between sleep and waking, her small arms wrapping tightly around his neck. For a moment, Yoongi just stands there, holding her close, unsure of what to do but knowing he can’t leave her alone. He knows the experts say it’s not ideal for her to sleep in their bed, but sometimes, practicality takes a back seat to love and the desperate need for rest. Nothing has ever gone wrong before, but there’s always a flicker of fear that lingers in the back of his mind, the thought that one of them might roll over her in their sleep. Thankfully, that has never happened, and they are super careful.

With gentle care, he carries her into your bedroom, placing her tenderly between the two of you. He tucks the duvet around her, ensuring she’s warm and secure, then arranges her favorite bunny plushie—Jungkook’s sweet gift—beside her. The tension in her small body slowly ebbs away, replaced by the soft, rhythmic sounds of her breathing as she finally begins to relax. Mee-Yon snuggles closer to him, her little form instinctively seeking his warmth, and Yoongi wraps an arm around her, holding her protectively, careful not to press too hard. Her heartbeat, still quick but steadying, pulses against his chest, and with that comforting rhythm, he drifts into sleep.

His dreams are light and whimsical—cotton candy clouds, pink skies, and the sensation of soaring on the back of a white and blue pegasus. But his slumber is interrupted by the sharp prod of a tiny foot to his face. With a groan, he tries to nudge the offending limb away, slowly opening his eyes to find Mee-Yon sprawled across the bed, her feet in his face and her small hands clutching your waist. Despite the rude awakening, Yoongi can’t be mad—how could he be, when his daughter is so undeniably adorable?

You catch his gaze, your hand gently caressing Mee-Yon’s back, and without a word, you communicate a world of emotion. Words aren’t needed between the two of you anymore; the years have woven a deep understanding, a silent language spoken through glances and touches. He reads you like a well-loved book, its spine softened by countless readings, and in your eyes, he sees the depth of your love for him and your daughter, the way you cherish these fleeting moments of family life.

As Mee-Yon stirs awake, she wraps her arms around both of you, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks. Yoongi’s heart swells with joy, savoring this precious moment he wishes could last forever. Life with a three-year-old is a rollercoaster, equal parts delightful and exhausting. Yoongi’s patience, his temper, and his love are tested daily, but he wouldn’t trade this for anything. Mee-Yon has a knack for pushing his limits, as all children do, keeping him on his toes with her boundless energy and curiosity.

But it’s these moments he treasures the most—the time spent together as a family, whether on picnics, trips to the zoo, or simple walks in nature. Teaching Mee-Yon to ride a bike, watching her little legs pedal with determination, fills him with pride. He loves witnessing her growth, her wit, and her ever-present cuteness. There’s never enough time to soak it all in.

On a crisp autumn day, Yoongi finds himself in the garage, working on a customer’s car, with Mee-Yon by his side. She loves being there with him, her curiosity as vast as the sky, her eyes wide with wonder at the sight of tools and car parts. He explains everything to her, pointing out the coils, tubes, and wheels that make the car run. His hands are stained with oil, but Mee-Yon doesn’t mind; she grabs his hand, her own tiny fingers getting smudged as she points at something.

“What’s this, Dad?” she asks, her voice full of earnest curiosity.

He grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “That’s the battery,” he explains, “the heart that keeps the car alive.”

She hums thoughtfully, turning her hand over to inspect the oily smudges. “Dirty,” she declares, but there’s no disgust, only fascination.

“Yeah, that’s oil,” he says, reaching for an old rag to wipe her hands, though it doesn’t do much to clean them. Maybe it’s time for some new rags in the garage.

“Like paint,” she giggles, her fingers now exploring every surface under the hood, leaving tiny handprints on every rube and rusty surface.

Yoongi chuckles, unable to resist her infectious joy. “Daddy?” she calls, looking up at him with a bright, mischievous smile.

He kneels down to her level, ruffling her hair with a fond laugh. She giggles and cups his cheeks with her small, oily hands. “Love you, Daddy. You my best friend.”

He doesn’t care that his face is now smudged with oil; he just pulls her into a warm embrace, holding her close. “I love you too, Mee-Yon,” he murmurs, his heart full to bursting.

Author’s note(2): Thank you so much for joining me on this wild ride that friendcation has been! And can you believe it’s been over a year since I first published this??? It’s so crazy. I’m so happy that so many people love it, and still read it. Truly, it means the world to me 🫂✨

[manikas-whims]

the inevitable farewell [AO3]

this was my first thought after finishing the Lightseeker Myth, and so here's me dumping this..there may be inaccuracies and shit might not really add up, so forgive me for that..

Hope you enjoy! ♡

⚠️ warning! major character death ⚠️

loosely based on the Lightseeker Myth ✨

what if Xavier somehow succeeds in his mission? what if the aether core is separated from your heart without having any adverse effects on you? and what if instead of him going back, it causes a change in the entire timeline, and he ends up being erased from existence due to this?

An incandescent silver stretched across every inch of his skin, its glow permeating even through the thick fabric of his clothes. And if you hadn't reached out with a hand to touch his face, or seen the wistful smile upon his lips, then you'd have mistaken this moment to be a weird yet fantastical dream about the man you had come to love. The eccentric yet kind deepspace hunter you'd willingly given your heart to.

But this wasn't a dream and everything your eyes perceived was real, and right in front of you. He was positively sparkling, like a bright star in the dark cover of night.

“I guess it’s time.” He said, the smile unable to match the sense of guilt and regret evident in his eyes.

“Time..for what?” You asked, your own lips finding it difficult to curve up and match his smile.

Somehow you understood without him explicitly saying it out loud. Yet you chose to deny the fact and shook your head.

The glow covering his skin became brighter, and became slightly uncomfortable for your eyes to directly look at. But you tried to maintain eye contact despite it. And it made you realize that with the increase in intensity of the glow, his own countenance became paler. No. Lighter. A little less. He was there yet merely a translucent version of his glorious self.

“Time to say goodbye.” He spoke. “Time to find someone who'd stick around a little longer.”

And you shook your head vehemently, tears streaming down your cheeks. How could he be so stupid as to not realize it was always going to be him? That there could never be another! That your heart had permanently etched his name upon itself and wasn't ready to let it be erased by the sands of time.

Desperately you reached out with your hands and grabbed handfuls of his white sweater, head shaking emphatically as if that would will the fate to change its course. Deny this bleak occurence from proceeding any further.

Xavier chuckled, the sound hollow and hopeless. His hands slowly came up to wrap around your back.

The aether core had been successfully removed from your heart nearly a month ago. And somehow he had known that doing so could inevitably lead up to this tragic conclusion. To the end of his own existence in your life. But he had been prepared for this outcome since long. And he would rather depart with the memory of your breathtaking smile than your tears of torment.

“It’s alright. My work here is finally done. No one will hurt you now.” He stroked your hair, his voice a soothing whisper in your dismal reality.

“NOOOO!! STOP SAYING THAT!” Your fist hit his chest in actual fear. But instead of the firmness of the muscles that you were used to, you felt the spot crack under the impact of your hit, as if his body was a mere shell of the strong fighter and protector you had always known.

Xavier smiled more genuinely this time.

When he had left you on Philos– the other you– he had hardened his heart and vowed to himself to never stray from his goal. And he had sworn to never allow himself the blissful distraction of falling for you– a different you– all over again during Mission Backtrack. But such was the twist of fate. And he was grateful for it. Grateful for the time he got to spend in your company. For the moments he was able to share with you. For the memories he'd take with him.

Separation was his second home now, the first always being you. So if he wasn't meant to be with you any longer, then he could at least make peace with this inevitable separation until he could return to you in the next life.

And he knew that with time you would heal as well. That despite your tears and agony in this moment, this too would pass. That you'd live a better, and happier life (albeit not with him). That you might even forget him in the coming days, the flow of time erasing his existence completely. Not just out of your memories but even from public records, rectifying this timeline entirely. He wasn't sure about that last bit but it was a possible outcome of his mission. A cruel yet fitting end. One that might aid you in leading a fuller life.

“Shhh..take a breath.” He rested his chin upon your head, rubbing circles on your back. “I’m not leaving you.”

“Liar!” You sobbed into his sweater.

“I’m not lying.”

“You are! You do lie to me..alot.”

“Not this time.” He pulled away from you and gazed earnestly into your eyes. “I will always watch over you.” He pointed a finger towards the sky. “From up there, twinkling the brightest amongst that sea of stars.”

You knew he would say something poetic like that. But his words didn't assure you in the slightest. You might be used to seeing him disappear for days on end but you were equally used to him always returning to your side. However, you knew this time would be the last. And your heart wasn't ready to part.

“There must be some other way.” You shook your head incessantly. “Something that can fix this. Some— that protocore! Maybe if I take it back..everything will go back to how it was. Or-or maybe we can use the core to help you..”

And Xavier had the audacity to laugh in your face. A mirthless, brittle sound. Shallow and forlorn.

“There’s no other way. This is it, little star.” Xavier spoke with a sense of finality. An urgency; the tone of his voice sounding as feeble as his breaths. “Now promise me..that every once in a while you’ll make time to eat hotpot and buy yourself a fresh bouquet of forget-me-nots. And then, every night as you'll look up at the sky, there I will be, shining radiantly just for you.”

Your body felt heavier with every word he spilled. There was barely anything left of him now, the glow of his skin becoming so intense that you were left with no choice but to shut your eyes, and rob yourselves of the fleeting moments you had left with him.

You sobbed uncontrollably. How were you supposed to make any promises when your lips could only let out cries of anguish?

But Xavier was unrelenting as ever. You felt him entwine his pinky finger with yours. “Promise me?”

You could only nod along.

And it was enough for him.

“Good.” He said, and you could imagine the relief that you heard in his voice.

His warm breath tickled your face then, his lips brushing against yours in a tender yet lingering kiss.

“Goodbye, Angel. Till we meet again.” He whispered like an eternal promise.

And you couldn't help yourself. You opened your teary eyes but it was already too late. His body was glowing yet dim. Like the last flickers of a dying star. And in the very next moment, he was gone. His body crumbled into innumerable shining fragments that got scattered away by the harsh blowing winds. And all that you were left with were a pair of keys to his apartment, the soft clothes that still smelled like him, some food coupons, and a small, star-shaped tassel that felt weirdly familiar.

And you wept, clutching the empty sweater tightly to your chest, wishing that it were all just a nightmare. And that if you kept your eyes shut long enough, you'd wake up in your bed, and find him right next to you.

Alas, nothing changed even after the passage of several minutes. And you wept some more until there were no more tears left to be spared.

And then, in the pitiful quiet of the otherwise peaceful night, you tilted your head and looked up at the sky, choosing to believe that he was indeed up there, watching over you, just as he had sworn in his last breaths.

“Goodbye, Xavier. Till we meet again.”

let me know your thoughts on this..:)

» MASTERLIST «

[glorious-spoon]

I prompt "what's wrong with you?" because it made me giggle even though that's probably not how it's meant! If it sparks ofc ✨

that also made me giggle, so this is... definitely not a serious interpretation of the prompt, lol.

-

"Listen," Buck says. "I can explain."

"Uh huh." Eddie sounds deeply skeptical. Buck can picture the expression that goes with it: the flattened mouth betrayed by the teasing sparkle in his eyes. He can't see that expression, unfortunately, because he is currently wedged headfirst in the basement wall along with a jagged tangle of dislodged pipes. At least one of them has ruptured, and there's a sour stink of stale water. Buck should probably count himself lucky that it's nothing worse than that, but he's not feeling especially lucky right now.

"It's not what it looks like."

"Well, it looks like you got your head stuck in the basement wall."

"Okay," Buck concedes. "It is what it looks like. But it's not my fault."

"How did you even…" Eddie trails off. His footsteps move around Buck, like he's trying to take in the whole humiliating scene.

Buck tilts his forehead against the bare concrete wall with a sigh. That makes the pipes shift slightly, but not enough that he can actually disentangle himself. "I was trying to get at the trap vent. Maddie said they've been having a weird smell coming from the bathroom sink, and I told her I could just take care of it while she was at work so she didn't have to call a plumber, and then…"

"And then the plumbing came to life and tried to kill you," Eddie concludes. He's not doing a very good job of pretending not to be laughing at Buck, here.

"You're very funny," Buck says sourly.

"So I'm told."

"No, listen, whoever did the plumbing down here was a moron who didn't secure everything right, and one of the anchors came out, and—can you just help me out, please? You can make fun of me as much as you want afterward."

He probably could get out by himself if he really had to, but not without breaking something potentially expensive. At least Eddie lives within fairly easy driving distance. His other options would have been waiting for Maddie to get home in six hours, or calling 911, and he'd absolutely never hear the end of it. Good thing his phone, which he left on the other side of the room, has voice commands enabled.

"Oh, believe me, I will," Eddie says, but he also steps closer, pressing against Buck to peer over his shoulder. "Is that big pipe anchored to anything?"

"I think so. I didn't really want to yank on it too hard and find out."

"Okay, but what if I lift here—" He leans over Buck's shoulder as he speaks. "Hang on, let me get a better grip."

And then he hitches himself against Buck, warm and solid from chest to thigh, and honestly, Buck's life is a fucking farce.

"I'm pretty sure I saw a porno that started like this once," he blurts, because he can always be counted on to make an awkward situation worse by running his big mouth. And, okay, a little bit because Eddie plastered against him like this is extremely distracting, even under the current circumstances.

There's a long silence behind him, long enough to make him wonder if Eddie is genuinely offended. If maybe he's just going to stomp off and leave Buck stuck halfway through a basement wall until the 118 can show up with the halligan to rescue him, and then inevitably tease him mercilessly for the rest of his life. Which, like, he'd probably deserve, but he hopes not. The warm weight of Eddie's thigh tenses, then relaxes, but doesn't pull back.

"Oh my god," he says finally.

"Just saying," Buck adds, pressing his burning face to the cool concrete.

"What is wrong with you?" Eddie asks, but he sounds like he's laughing. "Don't answer that. It was a rhetorical question."

"I mean. Lots, technically."

"And we are not—" Eddie breaks off with a grunt, shifting back. Something creaks ominously overhead. "Okay, here. Duck your head a little, and I think we can—"

The pipe shifts, scraping painfully across Buck's trapped arm. Cloth tears, and he winces as the sharp edge of the metal digs into the point of his shoulder, but then he's free. He stumbles backward, the torn shoulder seam of his shirt flapping stupidly, and trips over Eddie, sending them both to the floor in an awkward tangle of limbs.

"Oof," Eddie mumbles, and shoves Buck's elbow out of his gut to sit up. "You good?"

"My pride is never going to recover," Buck says, putting a hand over his burning face. Then, "Yeah, I'm good. Thank you."

"Anytime," Eddie says, reaching down to pry Buck's hand out of the way. His hair is ruffled, and he's grinning, and honestly, Buck is in hell. "Come on. I think maybe this time we can leave the plumbing to the professionals. Have you had lunch yet?"

"No, I've been stuck in a wall for the past hour," Buck grumbles.

Eddie laughs again and gets to his feet, leaning down to offer Buck a hand. "Come on. We can stop by my place so you can grab a clean shirt, and then go get lunch. My treat."

"No, come on, I'm—you drove all the way over here to rescue me, I'll buy lunch."

"Well, I wasn't gonna leave you stuck in a wall all day."

"You're a good friend."

"Believe me, I know," Eddie says, but there's no rancor in it, or in the smile he aims Buck's way. His face is still faintly pink with laughter, and his eyes are sparkling, and Buck wants to kiss him.

It's an urge that's more or less constant these days, but it overwhelms him at the oddest moments. And the thing is, he's starting to think that if he tried it, Eddie might let him.

Now is probably not the moment for it; his shirt is still damp and smelly and Eddie is going to spend the rest of the day rightfully heckling him about this. But maybe someday. Maybe even someday soon.

Eddie pauses at the door, tilting his head toward the stairs. "You coming, or what?"

"Yeah, okay, I'm coming," Buck says, and follows him up out of the basement.

[shojosparkle]

Eek!!

I’m super excited to finally have a blog to talk about one of my girlier obsessions. No one in my real life would ever suspect that I read a n y of this. I’m your typical laid back, comfy clothes, rock music blaring person irl. But I think there’s something so appealing about Shojo/Danmei/BL/Otome/Josei material. The relationship dynamics are just sooooo cute and I absolutely adore the aesthetic and all the pining.

Now, I just have the cutest little space that I’ve created where I can talk about this to my hearts content. This is a positive little safe space for me, so please if you’re not into this, just scroll <3. So to start out, here’s what what I’ve read/watched, what I’m currently reading/watching, and what’s on my list to come :))) (sparkles indicate my favourite’s or most anticipated)

Already Read/Watched:

Ouran High School Host Club (Anime)

My Next Life As A Villainess (Anime) ✨

Sasaki and Miyano (Anime + Movie) ✨

Banana Fish (Anime) ✨

Fruits Baskets (Anime, both versions)

Horimiya (Anime)

Kiss Him, Not Me (Anime)

I’m the Villainess so I’m Taming the Final Boss (Anime)

Kamisama Kiss (Anime + OVAs) ✨

The Scum-Villain’s Self-Saving System (Danmei) ✨

My Love Mix-Up (Manga) ✨

Currently Watching/Reading:

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (Danmei) reading volume 1 ✨

Wotakoi: Love as an Otaku is Hard (Manga) 4/6 Volumes ✨

Romantic Killer (Manga) 3/4 Volumes

Wotakoi: Love as an Otaku is Hard (Anime) 2/12 Episodes ✨

Shortcake Cake (Manga) 2/? Volumes

Kamisama Kiss (Manga) 1/? Volumes

On my Watch/Read List:

Snow White with the Red Hair (Anime)

Heavens Official Blessing (Danmei) ✨

A Condition Called Love (Anime + Manga)

Twilight Out of Focus (Anime)

Nana (Anime + Manga) ✨

Ouran High School Host Club (Manga)

Frieren (Anime)

Convenience Store Boyfriends (Anime)

Eighty-Six (Anime)

Charlotte (Anime)

Ballad of Sword and Wine (Danmei)

Case File Compendium (Danmei)

Dinghai Fusheng Records (Danmei)

Guardian (Danmei)

Joyful Reunion (Danmei)

Legend of Exorcism (Danmei)

Peerless (Danmei)

Remnants of Filth (Danmei)

Riverbay Road Men’s Dormitory (Danmei)

Run Wild (Danmei)

Silent Reading (Danmei)

Stars of Chaos (Danmei) ✨

The Disabled Tyrant’s Beloved Pet Fish (Danmei)

The Husky and his White Cat Shizun (Danmei) ✨

Thousand Autumns (Danmei)

You’ve Got Mail: The Perils of Pigeon Post (Danmei) ✨

Love Nest (Manga)

The Legendary Master’s Wife (Danmei?) ✨

Kimi Ni Todoke: From Me To You (Manga)

Daytime Shooting Star (Manga)

Ao Haru Ride (Manga)

Did Not Finish:

I’m In Love With the Villainess (Manga) 2/? Volumes

I’m always on the lookout for more recommendations, so feel free to add your own in the comments <3333

Stay Sparkly,

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Shojo Sparkle *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

[the-glitter-painter]

Glitterfy my life pls

✨ hmmm thats a hard one. but I can certainly help you add some glitter to your life so to speak!!

The secret to sparkling on is to seek joy when there is none laid out before you. Meet every experience, however mundane, with a sense of whimsy and childlike wonder. Search for patterns you like in the grass and dirt, even in popcorn ceilings or tile floors. Find pretty shiny bits in the sidewalk. Next time you go outside stop and feel the air on your skin and the sounds and sights and sensations around you and think about how beautiful that is, the way so many things have come together in harmony to form this one moment.

And if you have a hard time seeing any beauty to be found in the moment, make it a point to try and create your own, both for yourself and for others. That way you can look upon it and be proud, and whoever else may pass by will hopefully get some joy from it as well. And if you’ve made one person’s heart a little lighter and their day a little brighter, you haven’t lived in vain! That’s why I glitterfy things! Gotta spread sparkles and smiles. It’s good for the soul.

….I can also sprinkle glitter over your head. Here!!!!! *:･ﾟ✧*:･✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧ :3 now go forth and sparkle on, my friend. I believe in you. Stay glittery!!! ✨

[exosmutfactory]

Only Forever 007

Originally posted by byunvoyage

How long could you wait for the love of your life to decide you are his as well? How many times could you witness all his best moments of winning over agencies and the amount of clothes left overnight from his daily one night stands?

Main Masterlist | Bookclub zone | Chapter 7✓

networks — @/superm-net @/bbh-net

pairing — Baekhyun x You

word count — 1.6k

genre — model! baekhyun, playboy! baekhyun, friends to lovers! romance, angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

[ This chapter contains: the start of something more 😇🤭✨ ]

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Chapter 7

Let go of any hesitation

“After all of that,” Shea’s patient voice drifts through your computer speakers, “he asks you on a date?” She raises an elegant eyebrow.

“A date?” May repeats and freezes mid paint stroke. She turns to face the webcam with a loud gasp, her gray eyes sparkling in delight. “He asked you on a date?~”

Even at your big age, you manage to blush as you nod in agreement with their words. Their surprised expressions do nothing to help the steadily climbing heat of your cheeks.

“He did,” May claps with glee, her squeal too high-pitched to carry properly over the call line. “Oh-M-Gee, he did! He totally did!”

“Are you going?” you hear Shea ask as you move to reorganize your closet for the tenth time today. Not like you are nervous about how the date will go per se.

Ha ha ha…

Okay, maybe you are freaking out.

“Yes,” you throw over your shoulder, elbow-deep in the secret box you keep at the back of your closet for occasions like this—

You pause at the butterflies fluttering around your stomach. Then again, you have never had an occasion like this. None of your past relationships were with people who knew you for more than 2 months, let alone anyone else who managed to reach best friend status. At this point in your life, you are content with the close-knit friend group that you have right now. Resilient Shea, reliable May, and (relentless-) Baekhyun are all that you need.

Maybe that’s why they never last…

On that note, you carefully pull out the lingerie set you think Baekhyun would like the most and hang it up inside one of your zip-up hoodies as discreetly as possible, tuning back into the conversation.

“Day? Time? Place?” Shea asks in a rapid session, forever the most organized friend of your group.

“Friday, 10pm,” you pause, your heart racing faster when you don’t have an answer for the last question. “I… have no idea.” Just where will Baekhyun be taking you?

“The three C’s,” Shea reminds you, stopping your rising panic right in its tracks.

May nods seriously, her paintbrush drawing a smooth curve down the length of her canvas. “Comfy, Casual, and Classy~” she chimes in.

A grateful smile and a look of relief form on your face. God, you love your friends.

♡—♡-♡—♡—♡-♡—♡

You arrive at the designated place Baekhyun told you to meet him at—a small park tucked behind a quiet shopping district. There are barely any people on this side of the city at this time of night, the sun has set hours ago. You smooth down your clothes while waiting for Baekhyun. After an hour of a heated debate with your friends, all three of you chose a two-piece, peach-colored outfit that complimented your skin.

Comfy? Mostly. Casual? Debatable. Classy? Well… your ass isn’t hanging out so—

The top is a lace-up, backless, corset-style crop top and the bottom of it is a matching, double-slit mini skirt. The outfit makes you feel pretty, especially with the single leather garter belt strap that Shea convinced you to add for a finishing touch. The way the strap attached to the leather band around your upper thigh can only be seen from certain angles under your skirt is just that little extra touch of daring confidence that you need to see Baekhyun tonight. You wrap a light, cream-colored jacket around yourself as you wait for him though. The weather is warm, yet standing alone in this outfit makes you a bit anxious.

What’s taking him so long…? You wonder, checking your phone for the time. The bright light illuminating the screen makes you flinch, squinting to read the small digits. 10:05. Okay, not too bad. He’s ‘fashionably’ late. You inwardly roll your eyes with a fond smile, remembering that time Baekhyun told you about the habits of everyone in the fashion industry. Your normally super punctual best friend has developed this habit as well, apparently.

Best friend… you wince as that phrase echoes around your mind, a sense of unease washing over you when you remember your… current situation. You still haven’t managed to have that important conversation with Baekhyun—but that’s fine, right? It’s alright. Baekhyun is your best friend; he knows you. You trust that man with your life. Surely, you can trust him with your heart as well. More than 15 years of friendship has to count for something, right? Right.

You check the time again, tapping your high-top sneakers on the ground. Has it been 5 more minutes since the last time you checked already? Well, this definitely narrows down the options of where you will be going with Baekhyun tonight. You can list on one hand how many places will be open at this time of night, considering that Friday nights are usually the start of the weekend.

A gentle breeze blows, cooling down your overheated skin: the result of your nerves more than the warm August air itself. You look up at the few stars visible in the sky tonight, squinting against the city’s smog to admire the twinkling balls of lights hundreds and thousands of light years away. The sight brings a soft smile to your face while the wind blows through your hair, carrying the scent of rich cinnamon.

Wait a minute.

“Hey,” A familiar deep voice floats into your ears. Voilà! Baekhyun is finally here! He stands across from you at the entrance of the park with his hands shoved in his pockets. 

“Hi,” you smile a bit shyly, tucking a rebellious lock of hair behind your ear before accepting his hug. His warm embrace and his familiar hint of vanilla scent make your heart race. Oh god, please don’t tell me he can feel that. If he knew how down bad you are already, you would never live it down. You follow Baekhyun to his sleek black Audi, smiling bashfully when he opens the passenger door for you. The way his brown eyes reflect the red interior lights makes your heart stutter, especially when he flashes you that million dollar smile. You quickly slip into the passenger seat and strap your seatbelt, watching him close the car door and walk around the front of the car to climb into the driver’s seat. 

“Sorry for the wait, our meeting ran over schedule,” Baekhyun explains over the ding of the car door. He left the key in the ignition and the engine running while he came to greet you, it seems. Baekhyun clicks his own seatbelt into place before resting his left hand on the steering wheel and driving away from the park. Now that he is focused on the road, you can admire him in peace—until he reaches a red light, anyway.

Baekhyun is wearing a black button down shirt that emphasizes his stunning shoulder to waist to hip body ratio. He has the first few buttons undone, as per usual when he is off of work. You can just see a flash of a thin silver chain around his neck. His shirt is tucked snuggly into a pair of navy blue slacks, the same navy color as the blazer you can see hung up in the back of the car from the rearview mirror. His normally messy black hair is parted in the middle, smoothed down by a hint of hair gel.

“How was your week?” he asks, glancing over at you. The passing city lights cast stunning colors over his sparkly brown eyes. The warmth within his amber gaze makes your cheeks flush in the air-conditioned car.

“It was good,” you smile, smoothing down your skirt as you shift your legs to the side. Your heart jumps when you catch his brown eyes tracking the movement. “I finally got the hang of balancing school and work this semester. How was yours?”

Your question makes Baekhyun groan in exaggeration. He stops the car when he reaches a red light and leans his head back on the headrest of his seat in a dramatic manner. You listen to him recount the frustrating photoshoots and dragging commercials he had to complete that week for the rest of the ride to your destination, the soft tunes of quiet R&B music accompanying his soothing voice in the background. These are the moments that you love the most; just you and him as the rest of the world fades away.

“We’re here,” Baekhyun perks up after what seems like 5 minutes later, turning off the engine of the car. You look out of the window at the building in front of you with wide eyes. It’s an upscale lounge; the one that you have had your eye on for the past few weeks. The high reviews spoke of live music, heartfelt poetry nights, and plenty of drinks to enjoy around a comfortable sitting area. This lounge in particular has a VIP section on the top floor as well.

You look up at Baekhyun in awe when he opens your passenger door. He looks at you with those amber eyes, holding out his hand to you. Your heart flutters at the invitation. As you place your hand in his, all you can ask yourself is one question: are you ready to dive in?

“You ready?” Baekhyun asks as if reading your mind. His brown eyes sparkling brighter than the scattered stars above and his little smile warmer than the sun.

Your eyes light up before you softly squeeze his hand, stepping out of the car to join him. “Let’s go.”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | PRE 7 | Part 7✓ | Part 7.5 (M) | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 |

A/N: 

I have a very important question for you loves: how adventurous is our OC feeling in this chapter? Inside or Outside? 🤭😇

Aff Infinity team, feel free to vote in the chapter poll below. Tumblr Infinity team, feel free to cast your votes anonymously in my ask box. If you read this story on both platforms, go wild my friend 💕

Trust me, the votes will determine what happens next in the story  🐝💨✨🌻

Did I stay up late the weekend before school started back up to finish this dang chapter? Yes, yes I did.

The reason why it took so long, you ask? I went through the 5 stages of grief trying to figure out how to continue the rest of the story. But now I got the plot by the neck so we are good!

Updates will be random as usual because school + touching grass + sleep + I want to build a natural steady update schedule again one day. So for now, I will say that Only Forever will get another chapter(s) before the year is over 🌊💝

[sonachandis12]

Sparkling and New: The Latest Diamond Ring Collection 💍✨

1. Introduction: What Makes Diamonds So Special?

Imagine holding a tiny piece of starshine in your hand. That's what it feels like when you see a diamond! 🌟 Diamonds are precious stones that sparkle and shine, and people have loved them for thousands of years. They make the perfect centerpiece for rings because they’re strong, beautiful, and they remind us of forever.

2. Why Do We Wear Rings?

The Story Behind Rings 💍

Rings aren’t just circles of metal; they’re like little stories we wear on our fingers. People have worn rings for thousands of years to celebrate love, friendship, and big moments in life. A diamond ring is like saying, “You are as precious as this sparkling gem!”

3. What's a Diamond Ring?

A diamond ring is a circle of metal, usually gold, silver, or platinum, with a beautiful diamond on top. It’s like a crown for your finger! 💍 People wear them for special reasons, like when they get engaged or want to celebrate a big anniversary.

4. Shiny and New: What’s in the Latest Diamond Ring Collection?

Classic Styles, Timeless Charm

Some things never go out of style, and classic diamond rings are one of them. Think of simple round diamonds set in shiny gold—like a little snowflake you can wear forever! ❄️

Trendy Designs for the Modern You! 🌟

But wait, there’s more! The latest diamond ring collection has cool new designs too. From pear-shaped diamonds that look like drops of water to geometric designs that are perfect for those who love a bold style, there’s something for everyone.

5. Why Choose a Diamond Ring?

Diamonds are the superheroes of the gem world—they’re strong, beautiful, and they never lose their sparkle! ✨ When you wear a diamond ring, it’s like carrying a little piece of magic with you.

6. Different Diamond Shapes: From Round to Heart-Shaped ❤️

Did you know diamonds come in many shapes? There’s the classic round, the fancy princess cut, and even heart-shaped diamonds for when you want to show some extra love! ❤️ Each shape shines in its own special way.

7. How Diamonds Are Like Snowflakes (Each One Is Unique!)

No two diamonds are exactly the same—just like snowflakes! ❄️ They’re all a little bit different, with their own shapes and tiny details that make them special.

8. Sparkle Factor: What Makes a Diamond Shine So Bright?

Have you ever wondered why diamonds sparkle so much? It’s all about how they reflect light. When light hits a diamond, it bounces around inside and comes out as a beautiful, colorful sparkle. It’s like a mini light show on your finger! 🎆

9. How to Choose the Right Diamond Ring for You

The Four Cs of Diamonds: Cut, Color, Clarity, and Carat

Choosing a diamond ring can be a little tricky, but don’t worry! Here’s a simple guide called the Four Cs:

Cut: How the diamond is shaped. The better the cut, the more it sparkles.

Color: The clearest diamonds are the most precious.

Clarity: No one likes a cloudy diamond—clarity means it’s clear!

Carat: This tells you how big the diamond is. Bigger isn’t always better, but it can be more impressive! 😉

10. Top Picks from the Latest Collection

Rings for Every Occasion: Engagement, Anniversaries, and Just Because 😊

The latest collection has something for everyone. Whether you’re popping the big question or just want to treat yourself, you’ll find a ring that’s perfect for you. Maybe a sparkly solitaire for your engagement, or a trendy halo ring just because you deserve it!

11. Why Diamonds Last Forever (Really!)

Diamonds are one of the hardest materials on Earth. That means they don’t scratch easily and they stay beautiful for years and years. It’s no wonder people say, “A diamond is forever!”

12. The Magic of Custom-Made Diamond Rings

Want something that’s 100% you? A custom-made diamond ring is like creating your own tiny piece of art. You can choose the diamond, the setting, and even add special touches like engraved messages. It’s your imagination, turned into something real!

13. How to Care for Your Diamond Ring: Easy Tips

Keep your diamond ring sparkling like new with these simple tips:

Clean it gently with soapy water and a soft brush.

Take it off when you’re doing heavy chores or working out.

Store it safely when you’re not wearing it.

14. Where Can You Find These Sparkling Beauties?

You can find the latest diamond rings at trusted jewellery stores like Sona Chandis. With their quality assurance and stunning designs, it’s like walking into a treasure chest full of sparkle! 🌟💎

15. Summary: Why a Diamond Ring Is a Perfect Choice

A diamond ring is more than just a pretty accessory—it’s a symbol of love, strength, and moments that last forever. Whether you’re choosing one for yourself or a loved one, the latest collection has just the right sparkle for everyone. Don’t wait to find your perfect piece!

16. FAQs About Diamond Rings

1. What’s the best diamond shape for engagement rings? The round shape is a classic favorite because it has the most sparkle. But if you want something unique, try a pear or cushion cut! 😊

2. How can I make sure my diamond ring is real? Check for a certification from a trusted gemological institute, like GIA. It’s like a birth certificate for your diamond!

3. How often should I clean my diamond ring? Cleaning your diamond ring every month helps it stay sparkly and beautiful.

4. What is a halo diamond ring? A halo ring has a big diamond in the middle with a circle of smaller diamonds around it—extra sparkle! ✨

5. Can I resize my diamond ring? Yes, most rings can be resized, but it’s best to consult with your jeweller to ensure the perfect fit.

[dogmamathings]

Glam Up with Avon at Magnolia Mutt CO & Boutique

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[lydia-nails]

Nail Polish for Every Events

Hey everyone! 🌟

Ever feel like your nails need a little extra flair for different occasions? Whether it’s a casual day out or a fancy event, I’ve got some fab nail design ideas to match every vibe. Let’s dive in!

Casual Day Out

For those chill days, keep it simple yet stylish. Think pastel shades or a classic nude polish. If you want a bit more fun, try some cute polka dots or subtle stripes. These designs are perfect for a laid-back brunch or a shopping spree with friends.

Office Ready

Heading to work? Opt for something professional yet chic. A French manicure never goes out of style, or you can go for a sleek matte finish in neutral tones. Add a tiny bit of sparkle on one nail for that extra touch without going overboard.

Date Night

Got a special evening planned? Go bold with deep reds or sultry blacks. You can also try a gradient effect with glitter tips to make your nails pop. Trust me, these designs will have you feeling confident and ready to impress.

Party Time

When it’s time to party, let your nails do the talking! Bright colors, funky patterns, and even some 3D nail art can make your nails the life of the party. Don’t be afraid to experiment with neon shades or metallic finishes.

Formal Events

For those elegant occasions, keep it classy with sophisticated designs. Think gold accents, marble effects, or even some delicate floral patterns. These designs are perfect for weddings, galas, or any event where you want to look your best.

Seasonal Specials

Celebrate the seasons with themed nail art! Snowflakes for winter, flowers for spring, beachy vibes for summer, and warm tones for fall. It’s a fun way to get into the spirit of each season and show off your creativity.

So there you have it, nail designs for every event! 💅✨ Whether you’re keeping it casual or going all out, there’s a perfect nail design waiting for you. Happy painting!

See full ideas on my blog: https://nailarts.worldculturepost.com/2024/07/nail-designs-for-every-event.html

Feel free to share your favorite nail designs or any tips you have in the comments! 💖

[cherrygirlystuff]

Brat Summer Beauty – Bold Looks for a Carefree Season!

Hey, babe! 🌸 So, summer’s in full swing, and you know what that means – it’s time to turn up the heat with some seriously bold beauty looks. Welcome to Brat Summer, where the vibe is all about being fearless, fun, and unapologetically yourself. Whether you’re soaking up the sun at the beach, hitting up festivals, or just living your best life, these Brat Summer beauty tips are here to help you slay all season long. Let’s get into it! 🎧✨

What is Brat Summer Beauty? 🌟

First things first – what exactly is Brat Summer beauty? Picture this: You’re mixing playful 2000s nostalgia with a touch of rebellious attitude, all while keeping things effortlessly chic. Think bold makeup looks, eye-catching colors, and a carefree spirit that says, “I’m here to have fun, and I’m going to look amazing doing it.” Brat Summer is all about stepping out of your comfort zone and embracing your inner diva, with a side of sass and a whole lot of confidence. Ready to channel your inner brat? Let’s go!

Bold Eyes – Make Them Look Twice 👀

This summer, it’s all about making your eyes pop with bold, unexpected looks. Here’s how to do it:

1. Neon Liner for Days 🌈

Nothing says Brat Summer like a swipe of neon eyeliner. Go for electric blue, neon pink, or lime green – anything that screams, “Look at me!” Whether you’re doing a classic wing or getting creative with graphic shapes, neon liner is the perfect way to add a splash of color to your look. Pro tip: Pair your bold liner with a simple base and nude lips to let your eyes really steal the show.

2. Glitter and Shimmer ✨

Who doesn’t love a little sparkle? This summer, we’re going all out with glittery eyeshadows and shimmery highlighters. Sweep a glittery shadow across your lids for a playful, party-ready look, or go subtle with a shimmer in the inner corners of your eyes. And don’t forget to highlight those cheekbones with a glowing powder or liquid highlighter – we want you to shine, babe!

3. Bold Brows 💥

Brat Summer is the perfect time to amp up your brow game. Think thick, bold, and slightly messy – the kind of brows that make a statement. Use a tinted brow gel or a pomade to fill in and shape your brows, then brush them up for that fluffy, feathery effect. It’s all about embracing your natural brows but giving them that extra oomph.

Statement Lips – Pucker Up, Gorgeous 💋

Your lips are about to be the star of the show. Here’s how to make them pop:

1. Bright, Bold Lips 💄

Summer is the season to play with color, and your lips are no exception. Go for bold shades like fiery reds, hot pinks, or even a daring orange. Matte or glossy – it’s up to you. Just make sure your lips are hydrated and prepped so that your color stays vibrant all day long. For an extra Brat touch, line your lips with a slightly darker shade before filling them in – hello, 2000s vibes!

2. Glossy Glam 💧

If you’re more of a gloss girl, this is your moment. Glossy lips are back in a big way, and we’re loving it. Layer on a clear gloss over your favorite lipstick for a juicy finish, or go for a tinted gloss to keep things low-key but still super cute. And don’t forget those glitter glosses – they’re perfect for adding that extra sparkle to your smile.

Playful Nails – Hands Down, The Best Accessories 💅

Your nails are the ultimate canvas for creativity this summer. Here’s what’s hot:

1. Bold Nail Art 🎨

Why settle for one color when you can have them all? This summer, we’re all about bold nail art – think vibrant colors, funky patterns, and a little bit of everything. Mix and match designs on each nail, go for neon French tips, or add some cute stickers and gems. The goal is to have fun and let your nails reflect your personality.

2. Pastel Perfection 🌸

If bold isn’t your vibe, pastels are the perfect alternative. Soft pinks, baby blues, lilacs, and mint greens – these colors are giving us all the sweet, carefree summer feels. Pastel nails are cute, understated, and totally on-trend. Plus, they look amazing with a tan!

Carefree Hair – Let It Flow, Babe 💇‍♀️

Last but not least, let’s talk hair. Brat Summer is all about effortless styles that are as cool as they are easy. Here’s how to rock your locks:

1. Beachy Waves 🌊

Nothing says summer like tousled, beachy waves. Whether you’re naturally curly or stick-straight, you can achieve that laid-back, surfer-girl look with a little help from sea salt spray. Just spritz onto damp hair, scrunch it up, and let it air dry. The result? Effortless waves that look like you’ve been chilling by the ocean all day.

2. Playful Accessories 🎀

Hair accessories are your BFF this summer. Think colorful scrunchies, patterned headbands, cute clips, and oversized bows. Not only are they practical for keeping your hair out of your face in the heat, but they also add a playful touch to any outfit. Plus, they’re a great way to experiment with different looks without committing to a new hairstyle.

3. Messy Buns & Braids 🌀

When it’s too hot to deal with your hair, messy buns and braids are your go-to. Keep it loose, keep it relaxed, and don’t worry about it being perfect – that’s part of the charm! Try a loose fishtail braid or a low bun with face-framing tendrils. It’s chic, easy, and totally Brat Summer.

Final Thoughts, Gorgeous: Unleash Your Brat Summer Beauty 💋

So, there you have it, babe – your guide to slaying the Brat Summer beauty game. It’s all about being bold, having fun, and embracing your unique style. Whether you’re rocking neon liner, glossy lips, or beachy waves, just remember to be confident and own your look. This summer is yours, so make it as colorful, carefree, and fabulous as possible!

What bold beauty look are you trying out this Brat Summer? Let’s chat in the comments – I can’t wait to see how you’re slaying the season! 💕

[lukmebel]

Transformation living room into 3, 2, 1… New on the horizon! 🌟 CIRI 2in1 - coffee table, a perfect place for coffee and an elegant functional element.

Golden chrome and marble effect are a small facelift for your living room! ☕✨

Add a bit of sparkle to make everyday life a little more fancy! 💁‍♀️🌈

[myhughniverse]

Scent Beauty - via social media - " Shake up your fragrance game with Kylie Minogue's signature scents - Disco and Disco Darling Add a little sparkle to your life and dance like nobody's watching! Which fragrance is your go-to to make you dance?!✨"

[captionwhiz]

200+ Instagram Barbie Captions for That Perfect Glam Look

Ready to add a little sparkle to your Instagram feed? With these Barbie-inspired captions, you can channel your inner doll and bring a touch of magic to every post.

Whether you’re sharing a stylish outfit, a day of fun with friends, or simply embracing your vibrant personality, these captions are perfect for making your photos stand out. Barbie isn’t just a doll — she’s a symbol of joy, creativity, and endless possibilities.

So, let’s dive into a collection of over 200 captions that will inspire your posts and turn your Instagram into your very own Dreamhouse.

Dreamhouse-Inspired Barbie Captions

“Living my Dreamhouse fantasy, one post at a time. 🌈”

“A little bit of Barbie sparkle in everything I do. ✨”

“Every day is a Dreamhouse day. 💖”

“Barbie vibes and Dreamhouse dreams. 🏠”

“Turning my feed into a Dreamhouse masterpiece. 🎨”

“Just a doll living in a Dreamhouse world. 🌟”

“Dream big, sparkle more, and always be Barbie. 🌸”

“In my Dreamhouse, every day is a runway. 👠”

“Creating my own Barbie Dreamhouse, one dream at a time. 🎀”

“Dreamhouse days and Barbie nights. 💤”

“Barbie in the streets, Dreamhouse in my dreams. 🌙”

“My Dreamhouse, my rules, my Barbie world. 👑”

“Life’s better in a Dreamhouse. 🏡”

“Building my Dreamhouse, one stylish post at a time. 🔨”

“Barbie dreams and Dreamhouse schemes. 💭”

Read: 200+ Barbie Captions to Spark Joy and Inspire Your Inner Dreamhouse

[rosies-riveters]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! ✨

I've been away this past week, but logging on and finding I received three of these back from my mutuals is just ✨✨✨

Adds a little sparkle to life 😉😘