#gender reveal balloons

[acecelebrations]

Welcome a new member in the family with happiness and grandeur

Thomas Jefferson, though is no more, his descendants are very much alive. That means, a part of his blood is still amongst us! The power of that emotion for a parent is huge…

Read more: https://topnewsblog.info/welcome-a-new-member-in-the-family-with-happiness-and-grandeur/

[kidspartyideas]

To successfully arrange a kids' birthday party, start by selecting a theme and creating a guest list. Plan the party activities, such as games and crafts, and organize age-appropriate entertainment. Choose a suitable venue or prepare your home accordingly. Decorate the space with balloons, banners, and themed decorations. Arrange for food, drinks, and a birthday cake. Finally, ensure the safety and comfort of the guests and create lasting memories with goodie bags and a well-executed party timeline.

[sunshineandlyrics]

"COME ON YOU FVCKER!"

.. said Louis Tomlinson to the balloon 🎈

FITFWT Irving, 6 July 2023 x

[dogrocks]

remind me to never look in comments of yt videos where the parent blatantly mistreats their kid i forgot they all attract each other

[marvelmaniac715]

On my 8th birthday my family wanted to surprise me with balloons so they picked up a set when we went shopping one day without properly checking, they were pink and said ‘Girl’ and didn’t indicate that they were anything other than ‘Celebration Balloons’… on the day, when they were finally blown up, it was revealed that the balloons said ‘It’s A Girl’. I mean, I am, so that’s true enough 😭.

[plumbaleena]

Throw a Realistic Gender Reveal Party with the AMAZING @pandasamacc New Childbirth Update!

[br1ghtestlight]

VINDICATION‼️‼️

[bloomandbutterbakery]

[likeballoons]

www.likeballoons.com/apokalypsi-fylou

[wfodicks]

#682: ACOLYTE UPROAR AND THE BALLOON RELEASE

mike, travis and drunk discuss the following topics…. lawncare…. the acolyte….. america’s new favorite game show: where’s will going with this one? kiki wong’s cola review….. the king of cola’s review of americana cherry cola: 8.1 chiquita’s columbian death squad…. kevin spacy is back (again) don’t release balloons…. potw: hawk tua/tires/the boys well,…

[sunshineandlyrics]

Baby Update!

💙 Blessed by Louis at FITFWT Irving, 6 July 2023

“How do we do this? Ah okay, you got the balloon! No you do it, you do it, you do it! Really? Fucking hell, this is pressure though. Don’t have any pins, how do you do it? I haven’t done one of these before. It’s a surprise for me? Ey? Obviously I can’t hear you!  It’s just loads of shouting people, obviously I can’t hear you. Do I pop it [the gender reveal balloon]? Is that alright? Fucking ‘ell! Alright. Are you ready then? It’s a big moment! It better go first time [tries popping and it doesn’t] Ohhh, you set me up, you little fucker! Oh the pin, tell me about the pin next time, love. Right, on three! Three, two, one! Please, go! [balloon doesn’t pop] COME ON YOU FUCKER! [pops balloon and it comes out blue] EYYYYY! You see it? You can’t see it from there, IT’S BLUE! Congratulations, it’s a boy! Is it you? Is it you? With the little lad? Congratulations love, congratulations, that was lovely! Dead smooth, ey? Exactly how you imagined it! Alright that was brilliant!” - 06.07

[chaosontheweb]

Give me a sec but can I point out how weird the whole blue for boys, pink for girls thing is?

Like who wakes up one morning and goes “yeah man, I’m gonna colour code my kid so strangers know what their genitalia looks like.”

Like my friend, my pal, my buddy, what in the everloving, everfucking fuck?

[kidspartyideas]

For a kids' birthday party, essential decoration items include balloons, streamers, banners, and tablecloths in vibrant colors. Wall and ceiling decorations like paper cutouts and hanging swirls add a festive touch. A themed centerpiece, such as a character or number display, enhances the party atmosphere. Don't forget to include party hats, masks, and party favors for the guests. Additionally, a cake topper and themed plates, cups, and napkins complete the party setup.

[rtlstuff]

The fact that we still just piss away helium in party balloons is all the evidence I need that we are doomed as a species.

[rafedaddy01]

Part 2 of lucid dreams

Rafe avoided beeing alone with you after that night not wanting to cheat again

That was until you shower signs of being pregnant

his 19 year old employee pregnant with his baby it turns him on to no end

And rafes wife throws y/n ababy shower in rafes house

And of course he is fing you in the kitchen during that Party

Lucid Dreams part 2

Notes: thank you so much for the request ❤️

It had been three months since you and Rafe had slept together, and he’d been avoiding you ever since. He couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with you alone, brushing past you in the hallways like you didn’t exist. But no matter how hard he tried to ignore you, you still lingered in his mind. He hated himself for it—hated the way he craved you. The way your body had felt wrapped around him, pulling him in so tight he never wanted to leave.

But Rafe wasn’t going to let himself slip again. He couldn’t. He’d been working out of his office every chance he got, using any excuse to stay away from the house. Anything to keep you out of his sight.

Today, though, he had no choice. His office was shut down due to a gas leak, leaving him stuck at home. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, scrolling through emails on his phone, when your voice cut through the quiet air.

“Good morning, Mr. Cameron.”

The sound of your voice made him jump, and he turned quickly, his grip tightening on the edge of the counter. You stood in the doorway with a laundry basket held in front of you, your lips curved just slightly.

His jaw tightened as his eyes flicked over you. He swallowed hard, feeling that all-too-familiar pull in the pit of his stomach—the one he’d been fighting against for months.

“G-good morning, Y/N,” Rafe stammered, his voice strained as he gave you a quick nod. His eyes darted away almost instantly, and he turned back to the counter, grabbing the cup of coffee he’d just made.

Without another word, he brushed past you and hurried out of the kitchen, his shoulders tense, his every movement rushed. He wasn’t about to take any chances being alone with you—not when every second near you felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting to fall.

-

It had been almost six months now since you and Rafe had spoken. He made it a point to leave the house at 7 a.m. sharp and wouldn’t return until well past 9 p.m. He never looked at you, never gave you a chance to talk to him.

Your belly had grown noticeably round by now, your bump full and impossible to hide. Every time your hand absentmindedly rubbed over it, memories of that night flooded back—the way it had all started. The warmth, the tension, the pull of him that made your body tingle even now. The pregnancy hormones weren’t helping either; you felt more on edge, more needy than ever.

Surprisingly, Rafe’s wife had been kind enough to throw you a baby shower—a joint gender reveal party, no less. You didn’t have the heart to refuse, even though it felt wrong in ways you couldn’t put into words. Rafe, of course, remained blissfully unaware of your state. He was never home long enough to notice the changes in you, let alone give you the chance to tell him the truth.

The party was in full swing by the time he got home, his usual rigid schedule interrupted by the sight of balloons and people filling the house. He stepped inside, loosening his tie, and froze mid-step when his eyes landed on you. His gaze dropped almost immediately to your swollen belly, and his face drained of color, horror and disbelief twisting his features.

“Honey! Isn’t this just so exciting?” his wife gushed, beaming as she approached him. “Y/N’s going to make such a terrific mom.”

Her voice was light, cheerful—completely oblivious to the storm brewing inside her husband. Rafe couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, his mind racing as realization hit him like a freight train. The baby was his. He knew it. And the look in his eyes told you everything he couldn’t say out loud.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. The stunned silence between you two was deafening, even amidst the cheerful chatter and laughter of the party. And as uncomfortable as it was, a part of you couldn’t help but savor it. The truth was finally out—and that moment made all the months of avoidance, all the pain, worth it.

“H-how, um, how far along are you?” Rafe’s voice cracked, barely above a whisper. He fumbled with his tie, loosening it as if it might help him breathe again, his chest tightening with every second.

His wide, panicked eyes flicked between your face and your belly, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a vice. He looked pale, unsteady—like a man caught in the middle of a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.

“Six months,” you said, your voice steady but laced with a hint of defiance as you met his panicked gaze. A small smirk tugged at the corner of your lips, and you let your hand glide over the curve of your belly, smoothing the fabric of your dress as if to emphasize the undeniable truth.

His eyes followed the movement, his jaw tightening as he swallowed hard. You could see the storm brewing behind his expression—the mixture of disbelief, guilt, and something else he’d never dare admit. His hands fidgeted at his sides, flexing and releasing like he didn’t know what to do with them, while his breathing grew shallow.

You tilted your head slightly, holding his gaze. “I guess that puts things into perspective, doesn’t it?” you added, your tone soft but loaded, daring him to deny what was now impossible to ignore.

The room around you hummed with the sound of laughter and conversation, completely oblivious to the quiet, charged exchange happening between the two of you. Rafe’s wife passed by with a tray of cupcakes, beaming as she chatted with a group of guests, but Rafe didn’t even notice. His entire world had narrowed to you—and the growing life he could no longer pretend wasn’t his.

Rafe muttered something under his breath as he stumbled into the kitchen, his hand raking through his hair in frustration. His movements were quick, almost frantic, as if he was desperate to put some space between the two of you.

You followed behind him, your heels clicking softly against the floor. “You’ve been avoiding me for months, and now you can’t even look at me?” you said, your voice calm but sharp enough to cut through the tension.

He froze by the counter, his back to you, one hand gripping the edge as he took a deep, shaky breath. “You should have told me,” he muttered, his voice low and strained.

You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorway. “When? Between the seven a.m. exits and nine p.m. returns? Or maybe during the three seconds you spend pretending I don’t exist?”

Rafe spun around at that, his eyes blazing with something between anger and desperation. “Do you think this is easy for me?” he snapped, his voice rising slightly. “I’ve been trying—” He stopped himself, shaking his head as he looked at your belly again, his words catching in his throat.

You let out a soft, bitter laugh, resting a hand on your bump. “Well, congratulations, Rafe. Your avoidance plan didn’t work. It’s your problem now, whether you like it or not.”

Rafe's hands gripped the counter tightly as he turned to look at you, his chest heaving.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, running a hand down his face. Slowly, his gaze drifted to your belly again, his lips parting slightly as the weight of it all finally sank in. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, almost imperceptible at first.

"I'm gonna be a dad," he said, more to himself than to you.

You blinked, caught off guard by his reaction. "Wait-you're not mad?" you asked, your voice softer now, as if you didn't quite believe it.

"Mad?" Rafe looked up at you, his expression a mix of disbelief and something darker, hungrier. "Why the hell would I be mad?"

Your brows furrowed, unsure how to process this sudden shift in him. "I-I don't know. Maybe because your wife doesn't know?"

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he stepped closer to you. "I don't care about that right now. Fuck, you've been walking around for months-plump, full of my seed-and I didn't even get to see it?" His voice dropped, thick with lust as his eyes dragged down your body, lingering on the curve of your belly.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, Rafe's hands were on your hips, pulling you toward him. He knelt slightly, one palm coming to rest gently on your bump as if to steady himself. His lips parted, and his eyes darkened as the tension he'd been avoiding for months snapped.

"Turn around," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. When you hesitated, he gently guided you, his movements careful and deliberate, ensuring your stomach wouldn't press against the counter.

You gasped softly, your hands bracing against the cool surface as you heard the unmistakable sound of his belt unbuckling, followed by the slow zip of his pants. His warm hands slid up your thighs, lifting your dress and hooking your panties to the side.

The cool air against your slick heat made you shiver, but the sensation was short-lived as the head of his cock dragged through your folds, teasing you.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he pressed his tip against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

"You don't know how long l've been wanting to do this."

"Rafe," you whimpered, one hand reaching back to grab at his neck, pulling him closer.

Your lips hovered inches apart as he teased you, his breathing hot against your skin.

"We've gotta be quick," you whispered, a mix of urgency and anticipation in your voice. "There's a party going on, and I'm the guest of honor."

His lips quirked into a smirk, his hand sliding around to press against your lower belly protectively. "Quick, huh?" he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "Then let's make it count."

With that, he thrust into you in one smooth motion, both of you biting back groans at the overwhelming sensation. His hand stayed steady on your stomach as he moved, careful yet desperate, each thrust bringing months of pent-up tension to the surface. The world outside the kitchen disappeared as you both lost yourselves in each other, the risk of being caught only fueling the fire.

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[loud-sturniolos]

Gender reveal

A dad!Chris Sturniolo fanfic

SUMMARY:

Intimate gender reveal between Chris, you, Matt and Nick.

WARNINGS:

Fluff, swearing, dad!Chris, kinda short, not proofread, kinda shit I’m half asleep😭

A/N:: I am redoing my tag list + Gonna post a bit more! Comment if you want to be added^^

You heard the front door open, and immediately knew Chris and his brothers were home. You stood up off the sofa, and smiled when Chris, Matt and Nick walked in, each with 2 full bags from Target. Chris walked over and kissed your cheek, then crouched down to press a kiss to your baby bump, “How’s my special little man doing?” You looked down at him, letting out a small laugh. “The baby is fine, and you dont know if it’s a boy yet.” You tease, ruffling his hair before walking towards the kitchen where Nick and Matt had started unpacking the bags, Chris trailing behind quickly.

“Did you get the plain cupcakes?” “Yes.” “And both blue and pink frosting?” “Yep.” “And the-“ “We got everything you asked for. Calm down.” You shrugged and grabbed the bag of chips, opening them and popping one into your mouth. “Just gotta make sure.” Chris reached over, trying to sneak a chip, but you batted his hand away before he could. “Hey, that’s not nice. Let me have one, ma.” He said, putting on a fake pout. “No, get your own.” “And don’t pout, you’re not 3, Chris.” Nick added on, not-so kindly.

An hour later, everything was set up for the small gender reveal. A small arch of blue and pink balloons, the gender reveal cake, and extra cupcakes decorated in either pink or blue.

You felt Chris walk up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and his hands splaying across the baby bump through your clothes. “Lookin’ good, ma.” He said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Me, or the decorations?” You teased, “Both.” Chris said against your head, you could practically hear his grin. Chris gestured to the cupcakes, “Can I try one?” “Fine. Just one.” You giggled as he immediately grabbed a boy-themed cupcake and started eating it.

Matt and Nick walked over, each with grins on their faces. “We doing this now, or what?” Nick asked, you responded by pointing at Chris, who was still shoving cake down his throat, “Once he’s finished his cupcake.” Matt let out a small chuckle, leaning against the wall and taking a photo of the table of cupcakes and the balloon arch to post on his friends-only.

After Chris finally finished his cupcake and washed it down with a Pepsi, he was stood next to the cake, trying to figure out how to cut it. “Chris, dude, just cut the cake.” “No, I don’t want to ruin the decoration.” He says firmly, he finally finds a safe place to cut the cake without ruining any of the decor. He lines up the knife, then slowly cuts the cake in half. He stares at the cut cake for a moment, holding his breath as he slowly pushes the halves apart to reveal a pale blue cake. Chris lets out a soft gasp, immediately spinning to face you. “I.. it’s a boy??” You nod in response, a huge smile on your face, then as Chris runs over and engulfs you in a bear hug you let out a squeal.

After a long, tight, 5 minute hug from Chris, he finally lets go and allows Nick and Matt to hug you. “You got name ideas yet?” Nick asks curiously as he pulls away from your guys’ hug, his hands staying firmly on your biceps. “No, no names yet, Nick.” You replied, slightly amused. “Okay, well, if you need name ideas just come to me.” “Absolutely not. Babe, do not go to Nick; he’ll probably say some name off RuPaul.” Chris says with a blank, firm look. You giggled and rolled your eyes playfully, “Alright, alright. Wont go to Nick for name ideas.” “Good.”