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Mother’s Day Jewelry sale at Jim Kryshak Jewelers

Jim Kryshak Jewelers the renowned fine jewelry brand of Wisconsin brings forth an exciting Mother’s Day jewelry sale. Personalized rings and birthstone jewelry are the highlights of the sale.

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Van Gundy Diamonds Wishes Happy Mother’s Day 2023: Announces A Jewelry Sale

Van Gundy Diamonds, the premium jewelry brand from California announces the biggest Mother’s Day jewelry sale. Huge price drops are announced for personalized rings and custom mothers’ jewelry.

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You have a lot of fantastic options for gifts for your mother. Yet occasionally the nicest presents are just offered for fun. If you're looking for a gift that feels special, giving Mom a nice piece of jewelry is a terrific option.

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Get The Best Mother’s Day  Jewelry Sale at Hudson Poole Fine Jewelers

Get The Best Mother’s Day  Jewelry Sale at Hudson Poole Fine Jewelers

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Although we make an effort to let these ladies know how much they mean to us every day, but Mother’s Day gets you a chance to make them feel more special. We believe that adding something glittering and opulent to her collection of jewelry is the best way to make a real scene.

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Birthstone Necklace for Mom, For Grandma, Family, Kids Name, Customizable, Personalized Engraved Name Necklace, Christmas Gift, Jewelry. Model: CG436N

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birthday necklace for mom

EWOOXY JEWELRY provides an extensive range of top-notch, cost-effective 18K gold-plated 925 sterling silver necklaces. Our collection caters to everyday use, special events, or as thoughtful gifts. With a diverse array of designs available, you're bound to discover the ideal necklace that complements your mom's style.

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Personalized  Birthstone Bud Duo Necklace , 2-Stone Mothers Necklace | Metalicious

Discover elegance with Metalicious's Birthstone Bud Duo Necklace, a personalized 2-stone mothers necklace. The swirly silver bail hugs the stones and the solid sterling silver link chain slides through the bail for a seamless, gorgeous way to symbolize your love.This makes a great couples necklace from newlyweds to 50th anniversaries.Buy Now!

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Wait - Ollie Bearman

Words: 4,936 Summary: Ollie Bearman doesn’t wear necklaces, it’s just not his thing. So why during the 2023 Mexico GP is he spotted wearing a necklace with a familiar ring hanging from the chain Note(s)/Warning(s): This is in fact the purity ring fic. It’s a bit NSFW. Reader is Max Verstappen’s little sister. I nearly included lestappen because the idea of both Verstappen siblings dating a Ferrari (or Ferrari adjacent) driver was funny to me, but I didn’t. Also, thank you to all the people who told me to write this. I’m going to go somewhere, but I’m glad I did!

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A ring sits on her finger. The same finger that will one day have an engagement ring then a wedding band to join. The band is thin with two knots and between both knots are four tiny pearls, barely the size of a grain of rice and in the middle of those four pearls is a mix of her birthstone and Max’s. She had gotten it when she was eleven shortly after she had heard Max joking with some of his friends about sex and she went to their mom asking what exactly they meant and for the past six years it had sat there.

It was the first big purchase Max had made with his F1 paycheck. The seventeen year old had felt ashamed and horrified at his baby sister overhearing the things him and friends were joking about. And even worse when their mom had to give her the talk. It had been nothing however compared to what their father had thought when learning of it. Max had swore his ears were ringing as Jos had yelled at him for first having his friends around her and second talking about sex when he knew that she was in the house and liked to randomly join them.

The ring had been a nice way to ease the tension and though he had been a bit red as he explained what it was to her, she had nodded along with his explanation, looking serious before putting it on and then smiling at him and hugging him.

At eleven it hadn’t really been an issue, wearing a purity ring, promising that she’d wait to be married before having sex. It hadn’t been a problem when she was fifteen and her first spike of hormones hit and suddenly sex wasn’t something that felt so far away or like a weird foreign concept. It hadn’t been a problem at sixteen either when she got her first boyfriend, who Max had quickly run off.

It had started to be a problem after she turned seventeen and got together with Ollie.

Ollie who she was never supposed to meet. Was only supposed to know of because she followed F2 and F3. But then she joined Max for the remainder of the 2022 season in July. Done with school and unsure if she wanted to go to Uni, unsure really of what she wanted to do.

She had planned to stay home with her mom, putter about the house, maybe do some small writing for Redline and Verstappen.com that she’d email to Kris, who would send her the money that they got paid for them instead of submitting them herself where Max would be sure to give her a stupid amount of money for something that took maybe thirty minutes to write.

But then Max had heard about her plans and she was officially employed by her brother. Managing his website, instagram, and Redline’s social media, going with him to every race, which meant that she had far too much free time and meant that she found herself following around Jack Crawford as he finished up his F3 season which meant running into Ollie Bearman.

Ollie, who was so unexpectedly sweet and cute, who made all the blood rush to her face as her heart worked overtime, made butterflies appear in her stomach.

It had been the second time that they saw each other that he had asked her on a date and now a year later, the two are now both eighteen and head over heels in love, and the ring that rests on her left ring finger feels more like a nuisance.

She had never had sex, hadn’t even really touched or been touched until Ollie but as the F2 season had grown to a close it felt like that was all that was on her mind and Ollie’s.

The kisses they shared when alone quickly grew into heated make out sessions and when they had time, they found themselves in his hotel room under the covers, underwear still on but hands exploring each other's bodies.

She falls in love with the pattern of freckles on his back and the way he shivers when she traces them with her fingers. The spot above his heart that always makes his breath hitch when she kisses it. His strong calves that always tense right after his thighs when she settles on his lap. His hands and how much bigger than hers they are. And his fingers that he lets her play with, kiss and nibble at just to see and hear the stuttered breath he gives as his cheeks turn red.

He falls in love with the small tattoo that still only he knows she has, it’s small enough to just barely be hidden by even her more risqué bikinis. The scar she has on her knee that makes her shiver when his fingers or lips touch it. The soft skin of the underside of her breasts, because it feels nice to stroke when he gets the chance to dip his hands underneath her bra. The moan she gives when he settles in between her thighs and rests his weight on top of her as they kiss.

Ollie knows what the ring is, what it means, what she promised Max. It’s the one thing that always reminds him to stop, that pulls him back when he’s about to dip his fingers beneath her underwear to feel her wetness against his fingers or about to ask her to take her bra off, to let him see more of her. The feeling of her ring always draws him back. Makes him refocus on just kissing her and not getting ahead of himself before he makes another mess of himself.

He sees it every time he sees her, he kisses it every time he lifts her hand to his lips, first kissing the ring, a silent promise to himself that one day he’ll replace it with a ring of his own, before kissing her hand.

So Ollie doesn’t think anything when he comes home from simulator work to his flat in Maranello smelling like brownies. It had taken a bit to convince Max that she didn’t want to go home but rather wanted to go on a little trip with her friends. She just neglected to mention that there was no trip, and by friends she meant boyfriend, and really she meant during the week break they’d have she’d be going to Italy to stay with Ollie.

“That smells so good.” Ollie groans, kicking his shoes off before moving further into the flat. She beams at him, accepting the kiss he presses to her cheek. “I know you had dinner there so I made brownies. And not a whole pan.” She adds. “I know you can’t indulge too much.” “Thank you.” He murmurs, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back into him.

He starts to sway them both as he stares at the small pan of brownies, the smell of them mouthwatering.

“Can I have one?” “They like just got out of the oven.” He pouts, bending his neck and pressing his face into her neck. “Please?” “You're going to burn your fingers and mouth.” She laughs. “Pretty please?” He tries. She makes a humming noise, one he feels more than hears. “Only if you give me a kiss first.” “Deal.”

She giggles as he quickly turns her in his arms. “Hi.” She greets as she wraps her arms around his neck. “Hi.” He parrots back and the thought of the brownies are gone from his mind as he looks at her.

She’s got a piece of his merch on, one of the sample sweatshirts, but also a pair of his boxer briefs. It’s like she’s drowning in him and he just wants to add to it.

Pressing their lips together, he grunts when her nails dig lightly into the back of his neck.

“Sorry.” She murmurs against his lips. He shakes his head, “it’s fine.”

They stand there for a while just kissing, but then his hands are moving underneath the top she’s wearing, grasping at her hips before fingers trail up her sides before back down and she’s pulling him to his bedroom.

They’ve done this so much that it takes barely any time for him to take his FDA polo off and then his jeans before joining her in bed, settling between her thighs. It doesn’t however stop him from rocking his hips into hers a couple of times before he can stop himself, hunger only growing when her hips hitch upwards and she’s wrapping a leg around him, pulling him closer.

“Fuck, darling.” He gasps, pressing kisses to her exposed throat. She moans, her hands resting on his bare back and it’s the feeling of her ring that makes him stop. Hips nearly thrusting again when she whines, but he tenses his whole body, not letting it loosen even when he kisses her again, swallowing the next whine she lets out.

His right hand makes his way underneath her top as they continue to kiss, his body relaxing into hers as he gets control of himself again.

As his fingers creep up her side, he wonders what they’ll feel. The spandex of her sports bra? The cotton or whatever it is of the one bra she likes to wear to media days? Maybe lace? His mind spins at the last option and he gulps.

She’s only worn lace once and it was on their year anniversary, their first approved sleepover. Though Max had made sure to get her from his hotel room at 11 am. But he considers they have the rest of the week just them together and he doesn’t have to go into the factory anymore. And she made him brownies, homemade. He knows because of the way she had been standing at the kitchen counter, carefully looking at them. So, maybe another treat for him was her wearing lace.

But as fingers reach where he’d normally feel the edge of something there is nothing. He goes to frown but before he can, her chest rises, his fingers graze the underside of her left breast and his hips are snapping into her again.

“Oh my god.” She moans at the feeling. “Fuck.” He curses and he feels out of breath as he feels more of her. “You’re not,” he mutters. “You’re not wearing anything.” She shakes her head, bucking her hips wanting more friction. “Please, Ollie. Want more, want it off.” He should be saying no, he can already feel his control hanging by thread at the knowledge that she’s not wearing a bra, he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he sees her boobs for the first time, but he’s backing away, letting her sit up, and she’s flinging his sweatshirt off.

His jaw drops at the sight, eyes wide and his dick twitches. He sees the way she bites at her lips, arms starting to come up and he’s quick to react. Fingers touching the soft skin, thumbs rubbing at her nipples as he sort of holds them.

“Pretty.” He manages to get out and feels himself blush. “Can we kiss again?” Ollie nods, eager.

He carefully lays next to her, drawing her on top of him, the two both gasping at the feeling of her bare breasts resting on his bare chest.

His hands dance up and down her back, sometimes his pinky fingers dipping below the waistband of his boxer briefs that she’s wearing before moving back up again as they kiss, hips still moving together.

When she shifts a little on top of him, moaning, he grasps at her hips, stopping her from moving as he feels himself twitch and he just knows that he has to be leaking, creating a wet spot in his underwear.

“We have to stop.” “I’m close though.” His head falls back and he groans. “I am too.” “I,” She stops, thinking of the lingerie she had brought with her, the dinner reservation she had made for herself and Ollie tomorrow night, the necklace chain also in her suitcase. “I want more.” She says, before taking a deep breath and meeting his eyes. “I want to have sex with you.” He’s looking at her wide eyes and she’d think that he didn’t want her back if she couldn’t feel how hard he was underneath her. “But,” his eyes dart to her left hand. “I thought we were waiting.” She feels blood rush to her cheeks at his whisper, at the promise he made for and to her.

She had been nervous when telling Ollie about her purity ring and about she would like to wait awhile, maybe even till marriage to have sex, especially after he shared that he had already had sex before. But he had been surprisingly okay with it after he had a few days to think and wrap his head around it, and not that she knew but to talk to his dad about it, before he came back said that he’d wait as long as she wanted.

“I mean, we did.” She whispers back. “I just, I think you’re the one, ya’know. And even if you aren’t, I can’t see myself ever regretting you.” There’s a stinging in his eyes and he clears his throat. “Okay.” He shifts her down a bit so he can sit up, pressing their lips together. “Okay.”

Her hands cup his cheeks as they kiss while his hands stay on her hips. Not moving or doing anything despite the fact that she’s given the all clear. It’s one of her hands dropping from his face to trail down his body, that makes his hands move, grabbing her ass, pressing her down and closer. It makes her gasp.

“Ollie.” He groans at the sound of her moaning his name. His eyes dart to his nightstand, where there should be some condoms in the drawer with lube as well and then he’s cursing, hands falling away from her. “We have to stop, darling. I’m sorry.” “But,” She shifts on top of him and he swears again when he looks down and sees a wet patch peeking out from where she’s sitting on top of him. “I know, but I don’t have any condoms.” He feels himself flush, “I threw them away after we got serious since I figured it wouldn’t happen for a few years.” “No.” She whines, heading dropping onto his shoulder as her whole body sags.

She hadn’t thought about buying condoms, mainly because despite the lingerie she packed and the dinner reservation, she hadn’t actually planned on them having sex. She just wanted more, even some dry humping or at the very least to feel fingers against her that weren’t her own.

“I could pull out.” The words are weak to his own ears. She lifts her head slightly to look at him. “Do you really think you could?” “I could run and get some condoms.” He really doesn’t feel like getting back in the car, doesn’t feel like leaving her, but he’d do it. "No,” she shakes her head. She didn’t like the idea of being alone, waiting for him to come back with condoms. Or him putting clothes back on, the idea makes her nose wrinkle. She then pauses as something comes to mind. “How’s your Italian?” His brows furrow at the question. “It’s decent. Basic and more strategy and car related. But I get by, why?” “I was thinking of Plan B.” “Plan B?” His brows furrow more before it clicks and his eyes widen, “oh, Plan B.” “Yeah, I’d still want it even if you do end up pulling out, but I don’t think that will happen.” He wants to protest, deny, argue that he absolutely could pull out, but it’d be a lie.

“Ollie.” She whines nearly an hour later as he tries to get her to separate her thighs. “You’re all sticky.” He tells her. “I need to clean you up before it dries.” And god was it a bitch to clean up dried cum. “I’ll be quick.” He promises. She pouts, but lets her thighs fall apart, wincing at the burning muscles. He swallows at the sight of their mixed release. He hadn’t managed to pull out the first time, but the second he had managed to, only to finish practically in her anyways. And it was worse because of her own two orgasms that added to the mess. Taking the damp cloth, he carefully cleans her up, apologizing when she whines when he presses a bit too much on her clit.

“Much better.” He grins, when he’s done. Throwing the cloth in the direction of his laundry hamper. “Cuddle?” She asks, making grabby hands at him and eagerly joins her again in bed, slipping the covers over both of them. “That’s better.” She mumbles, when they settle together and he laughs, pressing a kiss to her head.

It’s hard for him to leave when he wakes up in the morning. They’re still both naked and she’s sleeping peacefully beside him. But he’d rather go and get her the Plan B now, then put it off until later when she’ll be fully awake.

Rolling to his side, he presses a series of light kisses to her face. She mumbles a bit and he chuckles. “I’ve got to go, darling.” She mumbles again, turning to lay on her side as well. “I’ve got to go. I’ll be right back.” “Where are you going?” Her voice is low, thick with sleep. “I need to get some things real quickly. I’ll be back in thirty minutes, okay?” “Do you have to?” She pouts. “I’ll be quick.” He promises, bending to kiss her.

It takes him barely any time to get the Plan B and condoms, though he had stumbled his way through Italian to get the Plan B before just pulling up a picture of it.

“Darling?” He calls when he gets back. “Kitchen.” She calls back, a hint of sleep still in her voice. With the bag hanging from his finger, he walks to the kitchen. “I got you plan b and condoms for me, just in case.” “No, just in case. I’d like a repeat.” He grins at her, setting the bag on the counter. “Yeah?” She nods, bottom lip between her teeth. “Yeah.” Bending, he captures her lips in a quick kiss, humming.

“Want to do brownies for breakfast?” His eyes widen and they dart to the counter. “I completely forgot you even made those!” “I’ll take that a yes?” “Please!”

Cutting him a piece and then one of herself, she puts them on a plate as Ollie gets them both something to drink before they both go to the living room and sit on the couch.

“These are so good.” He mumbles, catching a crumb before it can fall. “You say that everytime.” “Because it’s true! These are really good.” Her brownie was a good bit smaller than his so as soon as she finishes her, she’s standing up and retrieving something from her suitcase, ignoring him asking where she’s going.

Sitting back down, she places a box in his lap.

“What is this?” He asks, setting the plate on the coffee table, only a few crumbs on it. “I bought it for you a while ago and have been carrying it around since, just wasn’t sure when exactly I’d give it to you.” He looks at her intrigued, before looking back at the box and carefully opening it.

Ollie’s brows furrow at the thin chain that rests inside. It was nice, very nice, though not by a brand that he recognized. It was also a weird gift considering he didn’t wear necklaces, though if he was going to wear one, it would be this one.

“What’s it for?” He asks. “I, uh,” she stutters a bit over her words, playing her ring before carefully pulling it off, flexing her fingers at the odd sensation of it not being there. “It’s for this.” And she drops the ring she’s worn since she was eleven into his palm. “But this is yours.” “And I can’t wear it anymore.” She tells him. “I intended to wait longer to have sex, but I don’t regret last night and I won’t regret anything we do in the future. It’s yours now and I kind of liked the idea of you carrying it with you wherever you go.” He stares at the ring, tries to ignore the pulse of want and smugness, because he got to have her first and he was fairly certain he’d be her only and last.

Lifting the chain out of the box, he carefully unclasps it, threading the ring on, before clasping it around his neck, the ring resting just below the hollow of his neck, easily hidden behind any shirt he wears if he has it tucked in.

Turning his neck, the sensation of something there is odd and he says that. “It’ll take some getting used to, but I like it.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.”

It doesn’t take him long to get used to the necklace and he practically never takes it off, only in the shower or when doing certain training sessions and it hasn't happened yet but when he has to get into the F1 car and then his F2 car, he’ll be taking it off then as well.

No one really notices his new accessory, he’s not doing much on social media, his mum and dad had asked him about it and he had flushed but just said that it was something she had gotten for him and lucky they didn’t press for more. It gives a false sense of security that comes crashing down in Mexico.

He’s on a bit of a high for doing his first free practice and not placing dead last even though it’s only free practice and placing doesn’t really matter. He’s out of his race suit, having been able to not shower but wipe himself down with a damp towel before getting back into the Haas polo and jumping in to do more media. And as he does some interviews he doesn’t notice the way her ring that’s kept underneath his shirt is on full display.

But it does come to his attention when he finally gets his phone and sees so many mentions and a strange text full of exclamation marks that has him quickly hitting the call button.

“Is everything okay? I got a weird text from you.” “Ollie.” “What’s wrong?” He’s about to exit the Haas hospitality, he could be at Red Bull’s in about a minute at the strained sound of her voice. “My ring, everyone saw my ring.” His eyes widen and he’s cursing. “Oh no.” “Yeah.” “And they all know.” “Yeah.” She confirms again. “Because Max had to make it clear what the ring was.” She laughs, but it’s clear that she’s on the verge of tears, her voice tight. The sound has him wanting to wrap in his arms, shield her away, but it also has him confused. She never cared about what fans thought of her. She was very much like her brother in that matter. It was all water off a duck’s back. “What’s wrong, darling?” He asks, dropping his voice as someone looks at him weirdly. “I just, Max hadn’t noticed, no one has really. And I don’t regret it Ollie, but that was a promise I made to Max, to save myself.” The last three words come out as a whisper. “And now he’s going to find out because the whole of F1 twitter is talking about it. I should’ve told him.” “It’ll be okay.” He reassures her, but now the realization has hit that he’s going to have deal with Max and not just Max, but Daniel and Charles and fucking Arthur, which is a bit insulting because it’s Arthur of all people, but the Leclerc’s liked her a lot, Charles liked to argue with Max that she was actually their younger sister and not Max’s, which lead to a headache of bickering between the two drivers.

“Can I come to you?” He looks down at his watch even though he knows that he doesn’t have any more interviews, just needs to stay to watch the last session play out since he already did his debriefing as well. “Yeah, do you want me to walk you over?” “No, I’ll be there in a second.”

Meeting her at the doors of the hospitality, he quickly ushers her in before leading her to a back corner, the both of them sinking to the floor, somewhat hidden from view by a couch.

“You alright?” “Yeah.” She breathes, pressing close to him. “I just should’ve said something to Max. I just didn’t want to say anything y’know?” And he can feel her nose wrinkle at the idea and his does the same. Because yeah it was a bit gross to think about telling your sibling that you’ve had sex just so they won’t be blindsided by the media. “He’s gonna hate me again.” She doesn’t say anything and he groans, throwing his head back against the wall. “I just made some progress with him.” “I know, bear.” She murmurs, kissing his cheek. “I could put it back on? Say that I gave it to you as a good luck charm.”

It’s a good idea, a perfect solution for their problem, but it’s clear that she doesn’t like the idea and he doesn’t like the idea either. He’s grown used to the small weight of the ring resting below the hollow of his throat and he’s not fond of the idea of seeing a ring that’s not his on her ring finger again.

“Maybe I should propose.” She jerks away from him like she’s been burned. “Fuck, that’s not what I meant.” He quickly says. “I just I don’t want to give it back. I don't want to see you wearing it again and I just,” he waves his hands around. “My brain was running. I’m sorry.” Her eyes are focused on his and she slowly presses back into him, though she keeps her head pulled back so they can look at each other. “Is that something you really want in the future? To be married to me?” “One hundred percent.” She blinks at the quick response, a smile starting to bloom on her face. “Not now, just because I don’t want to rely on nothing but sponsors and my dad for money, but maybe once I got an F1 seat and then got a contract extension or new seat. I’d have money to help support us, to buy you a nice ring, house.” He hopes that she can’t tell how much he’s thought about this, how much he’s rambled to both Jak and Fred about this even though if either of them got the chance they’d happily rat him out for being such a preteen girl, and he just knows that Jak told Fred what that means. “I want that too.”

Ollie wonders if him intending on marrying her, on putting a ring on her finger will lessen the brunt of anger he’s sure to receive and it doesn’t.

“You defiled my sister!” The eighteen years old both make a face at the Dutch man’s words. “No one defiled anyone.” Max ignores her, glaring at the British driver. “You touched her.” Ollie nearly reaches out for her hand, but keeps his hands to himself, as he gives a tiny nod. “Max, it’s alright. I wanted it.” Max and Daniel both make a face at her words. “Ew. You shouldn’t even know what it is.” “Well, Max kind of ruined that for me when I was eleven.” She snarks and her brother flushes. “Which is why I gave you the ring! You were supposed to save yourself for marriage! Keep yourself away from boys like Ollie!” “What’s wrong with me?” He asks, offended. “You’re a teenager.” Daniel tells him with a shrug. “And you’ve got a dick. That’s all it really takes.”

“What happened to waiting?” Max asks, voice a little quieter as he looks at her. “Max,” she starts and then includes the Alpha Tauri driver who’s inched closer. “Daniel. I thought I was going to wait for marriage, or at least a few more years, but Ollie,” she pauses, feeling blood rush to her cheeks. “Ollie feels like the one.” She reaches out for his hand, intertwining their fingers. “And even if he isn’t, I won’t regret what we did.”

The two older men stare at her, at them. One who can remember holding her just hours after she was born, and the other who got to know her shortly after Max’s fuck up when she was eleven. Both her brothers, one just a bit longer than the other.

Max swallows harshly, the full realization hitting him that his baby sister isn’t a baby anymore. She’s an adult and he’s never really had the right to get mad at her for things she does but he really doesn’t now. He can feel Daniel standing behind him, and knows that the older man will go with him whatever way he chooses.

Stepping forward, he pulls her into a hug and wonders where the time has gone. “As long as you don’t regret it, yeah?” She hugs him back tighter, tension in her shoulders loosening at his acceptance. “Yeah. Love you, Maxy.” He laughs, a quiet thing. “Love you too.”

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[blingku]

The Timeless Charm of Permanent Jewelry | Choosing the Ideal Necklace, Earrings, Bracelet and Ring

Permanent jewelry has always been the ultimate choice for showing personality and taste. When choosing permanent necklaces, permanent earrings, permanent bracelets and permanent rings, we often hope to find unique and charming styles that will be the finishing touch to a stylish life. This article will give you detailed tips on choosing permanent jewelry, as well as revealing the perfect match between your birthstone and jewelry each month.

Whether you're looking to create a romantic moment or searching for permanent jewelry to wear every day, you'll need to consider your choice of necklaces, earrings, bracelets and rings. First, let's focus on each month's unique birthstone... the deep red of January, the warm purple of February, the fresh blue-green of March... Each month is represented by its own unique gemstone.

Permanent Necklaces: For necklaces, consider choosing a pendant that coordinates with your birthstone to bring out your personality. For example, a diamond pendant for April can add color to the overall look, exuding a regal and elegant vibe.

Permanent Earrings: Permanent earrings are an excellent choice for showing off your taste. Each pair of earrings has its own unique design that makes them complementary to different birthstones. Consider finding inspiration in June's freshwater pearl earrings for a touch of freshness in your ears.

Permanent Bracelets: Bracelets are ideal for everyday wear. Choose a bracelet that corresponds with your birthstone to not only show off your taste, but also add flair to your wrist. For example, a sapphire bracelet for September will bring you serenity and peace.

Perpetual Rings: Rings are a classic choice in perpetual jewelry. Consider choosing a ring that matches your birth month, such as a blue topaz ring for December, to add a touch of mystery to your fingers.

Closing Summary: When choosing permanent jewelry, it's important to not only pay attention to fashion trends, but also to incorporate each month's unique birthstone to pick out that perfect necklace, earrings, bracelet, and ring for yourself. This way, you are not only wearing permanent sophistication, but you are also showing off your unique personality.

[lionhanie]

sungho as your boyfriend! ♡

boyfriend sungho x gn reader!!!!, fluffy fluff, he loves you so much :-(

word count: ~720

warnings: none

a/n: bf sungho everyone CHEERED!!!! i literally geeked writing the last point bc i'm madly in love with him... hope u enjoy ^_^ also he's actually so breathtaking in that pic im going crazy

likes ♡ and reblogs ↺ always appreciated!

i lowkey feel like in the start of your relationship he’s super … well mannered? not that he isn’t normally, but moreso ... the last thing he would want to do is make you uncomfortable so he goes out of his way to make sure he isn’t overstepping any boundaries until he knows you’re okay with something

the two of you are eating dinner with each other & sungho can’t stop looking at the sauce on the side of your mouth; he contemplates not saying anything about it because you look really cute when you’re enjoying the food so well…he eventually holds up a napkin by your face and he’s just like

“can i…?” once you understand what he's asking, you’re a little embarrassed because how long was there something on your face????? but regardless you give him a small nod & he gently wipes the stain off your face, as both of you struggle to keep the smiles off your own faces

always giving gifts with MEANINGS like boy will do his research and go above and beyond!!!!. and will always be so happy to explain said research if you happen to ask about it  

(im specifically thinking about their debut gifts to each other and sungho was so drawn to the Meanings of the flowers he got for woonhak rather than focusing only on what they looked like)

at one of your relationship milestones, he pulls out a jewelry box. there’s a dainty ring sitting inside of it, with two gemstones planted side by side in its center. you immediately gasp because IT’S SOOOO PRETTY? but you can’t help but wonder where he got it because it looks… handmade?

“where did you get this? the gems complement each other so well!”

“ah… taesan and i went to a jewelry making workshop a couple weeks ago, so i wanted to make something for our anniversary,” he grabs your hand to place the ring on one of your fingers, finding it to be a perfect fit. “it’s not the best, but i tried my hardest. i even put our birthstones on it!” 

even if sungho didn’t think the ring was perfect, it definitely was perfect to you <3 

when you give him gifts he will be OVER THE MOON, esp if it was something you got for him /just cause/. he falls in love with you even more knowing that you put in the same effort he does when it comes to gifts

a necklace? he never forgets to put it on before he goes out for the day. a framed picture of you two from your first date? it lives atop his dresser for him to see every morning :3 

i'm a firm believer that sungho will go out of his way to implement constant reminders of you throughout his daily routine (because you're obviously his favorite thing to think about), which is why he adores the things you get for him

u already know this man does not hesitate to serenade you whenever he gets the chance to. omygooooddd his angelic voice paired with a love song you just KNOW he is dedicating to you 

plus i feel like it’d be intimate as hell…. he’s gently strumming his guitar, playing the chords to one of your favorite songs, only breaking eye contact to take a quick look back at his fingers to make sure he plays the next notes correctly OHHHH i’m in love with him i fear

when the time comes for his weekly deep clean of the dorms, he swears he’s ready to propose to you right then and there as you help him tidy up everyone’s mess LOL 

sungho’s accepted the fact that he sometimes needs to clean up after the other members, but now that you’re wiping down the kitchen counters next to him as he washes the various pots and pans that have been piling up in the sink, he almost looks forward to it. it’s oddly domestic-- not that he’s complaining. 

“you know, you don’t need to clean up their mess for them. it’s not like you’re their mom or something,” he says as he places another clean plate on the dish rack beside him. 

“i mean, i know that. but you don’t need to either! i don’t mind helping you out if it means i get to spend some more time with you.” you shyly admit, spraying the counter with disinfectant. out of nowhere, he comes up behind you and places a sweet kiss atop your head, thanking you for everything you do for him. ♡

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[soaps-mohawk]

Omg

Jumping off of the ask about the others having symbols for the pack—

What if John has a ring that he wears? But there’s a little line etched into it for each of the pack members?

Simon’s got his tattoos, but what if Johnny had like… doodles of each of them in his wallet? Not even good ones or ones *of* each of them. Simon’s is a shitty, goofy scribble of a skull and Johnny cherishes it. Just representations of them.

I can see Gaz with a necklace. A simple collection of charms on a chain, ones that glint and clink as he moves and they rest right over his heart when he wears it.

And reader? Well… I like to think that the boys all give her copies of their dog tags. They probably shouldn’t because it would put a name to them, might tie them to her too blatantly and make it dangerous.

But I keep thinking of any of them letting reader ride them while their own name clinks over her chest, labeling her as their omega. Watching the little metal plates move and bounce around their neck.

~🐀

Omg!! I love all of these 🥹

John and his ring he so would get something super inconspicuous like that and just wear it around when he can to prove he's a taken man.

Johnny so would carry around doodles. He probably draws them often but he keeps his original doodles somewhere safe where he can view them and remind himself of them. Gets them laminated so they never fade or wear out.

Lol Gaz's necklace reminded me of the birthstone ring ones my grandma and mom had. They were small gold rings with the kids' and grandkids' birthstones around the ring. We all got our rings after my grandma died but idk what happened to my mom's after she died. Makes me sad thinking about it. Anyway, I could definitely see Gaz getting a necklace with little charms to represent each member.

The reader with the dogtags. That's so incredibly sexy. You have no idea what you've just awoken in me...

[col-islander43]

Jersey pt.2

Pt.1

Jamie Drysdale x reader

Warnings: crying, proposal

Word count: { 2,471}

"That ring looks good on you." His breath tickled your ear, his whispers making you blush and affecting you more than you'd ever like to admit. You softly squeezed his arm resting around your waist with one hand while the other was busy stirring the sauce for dinner. 

Last week, Jamie compromised with himself. After calming down, he explained he'd love to marry you at that moment, but he wasn't ready yet, and he didn't want you to feel pressured to say yes after what had happened. You reassured him, telling him you'd never feel pressured, especially not with him, and yes was the only answer he was getting even if he asked you a hundred times. To compromise, he came home with a promise ring the day after, nearly giving you a second heart attack in not even 24 hours. 

The ring, a slim silver band with a gorgeous, small, oval diamond sitting in the middle, now resting on your ring finger, took your breath away when you layed your gaze on it for the first time. He went a bit on a rant, scared it was too much.

"I did a bit of research, and the diamond is April's birthstone. You know my birthday is in April, now you have something that represents me with you... Along with the necklace. It's one of the simple designs because I know you like simple and this way I can go a bit overboard when I get you the real thing. Do you like it?"

For most of the rant, he was looking down. If he had looked up, he'd seen the tears and love in your eyes. The love you had for Jamie was unexplainable, the thought he put into things multiplied that and he'd never understand how much it meant to you when he did because that was also unexplainable.

"It's not the ring I'd like but it'll do for now." 

You dropped the spoon and turned around so quickly that you nearly gave yourself a whiplash. "What do you mean? J, I love you, but you need to stop saying these things because I'll end up in the hospital." his hands were still on my waist while yours were resting on his chest. His face taken over by a smile or a smirk, you weren't really sure.

"Ok. I'll stop." Pecking your lips, he nodded his head towards the stove. "Dinner's ready." His face, what you knew now, had been taken over by a smirk. He pecked your lips once more before leaving to go set the table.

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After dinner, knowing you were exhausted from work, Jamie tried convincing you to go take a shower as he cleaned up. After he realized you weren't giving in, he guided you to the bathroom, promising he'd join you before you knew it. You almost cried on the spot, your body consumed by exhaustion, a shitty day at work, and Jamie's overflowing love you didn't know if you'd survive the day.

Now joining him in bed, he softly smiled at you as he took you into his embrace. Just like every night, he placed several pecks on the top of your head before rubbing your back.

"I don't think I've ever told you this before, but falling head over heels for you was unexpected but so easy." You had turned around in his arms, when he spoke up, resting your chin on his chest. "I know I fell pretty hard when Trev bumped into you, at the coffee shop, and you were more concerned about his head instead of your coffee-stained shirt." he softly admitted, his cheeks turning pink "I called my mom afterwards, told her I could be in love and she asked me if I got your number. I told her I didn't and she scolded me, she was happier when I told her Trev owed you coffee." 

Giggles left my lips, thinking about him getting scolded by his mom "Who knew Z not paying attention would make me meet the love of my life." Your hand, subconsciously, went to play with Jamie's hair "It payed of for once. Plus the sound his head made when it hit the door was what concerned me, I still surprised he didn't get a bump."

His body softly shook with laughter as did yours thinking back to that moment.

"I do know for sure when I realized you were the one. It was when I called you at three am, the night Trev came home drunk, and I was on the verge of a breakdown because I wasn't happy with how I had played the past few games. You came over after I told you I wasn't ok, and I didn't ask you to come over because I knew you were exhausted between school and work. Even though you were exhausted you came over, you stopped for pizza, chicken nuggets, and fries because you knew Z needed to eat something and because you know eating with you helps calm me down even at three in the morning."

You wrapped your arms around Jamie's body, softly squeezing, a way to thank him for being vulnerable "You would've done the same thing. And we all know how difficult Trevor can be when he's drunk especially when he keeps insisting he's just tipsy."

He placed a couple of kisses on your collarbone before speaking up again "I still can't thank you enough for doing it because I was seriously doubting myself, you, chicken nuggets, and fries helped me overcome those doubts. You also took care of Z so I could rest up. You made sure we were both ok before you decided to rest and I could never give that back to you."

You were crying, you didn't want to, but Jamie always said the right things which started the waterworks. You tried to hide it, but it was useless. He looked up at you, giving you a sweet, soft smile before wiping away your tears and pecking your lips softly "I don't want you to give it back to me because I'd do it every time if it meant I got the amazing, loving, caring, and handsome boyfriend I get every day."

Blush covered his cheeks at your praise "I love you, princess."

"I love you, Jimmy."

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"Babe! Come here real quick!" You dropped the laundry you were folding, rushing over to the living room after Jamie's urgent yells filled the apartment.

"What happened? What's wrong?" 

He turned to you with a smile "Nothing's wrong. I have a gift for you. Why do you look so concerned?"

You rubbed your forehead, trying to calm your racing heart "You were yelling, you never yell so I assumed something was wrong. Why do you have a gift for me?"

His arms pulled you in as he moved you to stand in front of the dinner table where a plain box layed "What? I can't get my girlfriend a gift? We agreed on no spoiling, but that doesn't mean I can't get you a gift every now and then." 

He softly pushed you forward, keeping a hand on the small of your back as you looked at the box skeptically "It's not gonna jump at you, I promise. You'll love it."

You opened the box, revealing a reverse retro Ducks jersey. When they first came out, you rambled to Jamie about how good he'd look in it and how you were stealing all his reverse retro merch once it would be hanging in his closet "Turn it around." he whispered as he wrapped his arm around your waist, wanting to gauge your reaction.

A gasp left your lips as a grin took over your face, taking in the back of the jersey. His number 6 glaring back at you proudly, instead of his last name it said: Be my

You turned to Jamie, concern written over his face, you tried to erase it by running your finger over his features, but that only seemed to deepen it "You know my number is 6 and I'm yours so I want you to be mine. Do you wanna be my 6?" his voice was unsure making your heartache, when would he understand you weren't gonna leave him?

You nodded as your throat clogged up and tears rolled down your cheeks "Of course I'll be your 6. I've always been yours." You locked your arms around his neck as he pulled you in for a kiss. A kiss filled with love, like he was trying to tell you how much he loved you through that kiss. "Thanks for explaining it, Jam. I was trying to process it, but I understood."

He placed his forehead on yours not wanting too much distance between the two of you, drying your tears "I knew you would, I just wanted to be sure 'cause Z told me you wouldn't."

"You had to explain it to him didn't you?"

He nodded his head, giggles leaving both of your lips "Yeah. He was a bit confused." 

"He needs to give me more credit." You had started to sway the two of you, not wanting this moment to end.

"I told him you'd understand, he refused to believe me but I think I convinced him a bit when I told him you graduated college early." You pulled back a bit, looking at him with confusion written over your face.

"He didn't know?"

Jamie shook his head at your question, pulling you in again "Apparently not. I don't think he even knew you went to college in the first place."

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Too lost in your own world, you didn't hear the front door close, you did however hear the loud screeching voice that followed "Jimmy! Jimbo!"

The man in question placed his head in the crook of your neck. You had retreated to the couch after you put away his gift and made lunch together. Together being the keyword as Jamie hadn't let go of you once and neither had he when you layed down. His hand had been playing with your hair, legs entwined under the blanket as your hands were resting on his cheeks softly tracing his features, loving smiles covering both of your faces. 

"Should I ignore him? Maybe if I do he thinks we left and he will too."

You placed your hand on the back of his head to keep it in the crook of your neck "You know that's not happening." you mumbled back

Trevor's voice was coming closer, but his volume didn't lower "Did she say yes? Hello! Jamester!"

Quiet giggles escaped your mouth as Jamie whispered "That's a new one."

Trevor appeared, his face consumed by happiness, his eyebrows were pretty high up on his forehead making him appear a bit scarier than he was. "And?"

"What are you doing here?" They both said at the same time

Trev's face changed from happy to confused in a second "What do you mean what am I doing here? I live here and our agreement has expired."

You looked between the boys as you asked "What agreement?" your voice laced with amusement and confusion

"We agreed Trev would stay out 'till 6 so I could pull this off." You both sat up so Trevor could join you guys on the couch

“Yeah, it’s 6.04. I gave you 4 extra minutes which is a lot considering I wanted to barge in here for the past 15 minutes.”

“You waited outside for 15 minutes before coming in?” a shy smile adorning your lips

“Yeah. Duh."

Jamie and you made the same face. Head tilted slightly to the right, eyebrows a bit furrowed.

“What? I was excited, two of my favourite people are getting married. Or maybe getting married? You said yes right? Cause if you didn’t it would be weird since you both haven’t let go of each other. Anyways I didn't wanna ruin the moment in case he hadn't asked yet.”

You hadn’t left Jamie’s embrace yet since he pulled you in after he proposed and his arms squeezing you told you he wouldn’t let you go any time soon which you had already guessed especially when you both had sat up and he still hadn't let go.

"I said yes." Trevor squealed. He actually squealed and neither you nor Jamie were expecting it.

"So when is the wedding? Did he give you a whole speech? Did she cry? Show me the ring." The questions made your head spin as you were trying to keep up with the adult bouncing around the living room.

"Buddy calm down I just proposed, we haven't even called my mom yet. And I gave the speech last night because I didn't want to make it obvious that I was gonna propose." At his admission, you whipped your head around to look at him. 

"That was your speech? J. that was so sweet, and I did cry. But how could I not when your words meant the world to me." He placed a kiss on your forehead as you turned to Trevor holding your hand out to show him the ring.

He held on to your hand as he fanned his face looking like a wine aunt at a family gathering. An emerald stone sat in the middle of a silver band which had diamonds in it all the way around, next to the green stone sat 2 smaller diamonds on both sides. It was a beautiful ring, and when Jamie said he was gonna go all out with the proposal ring he meant it. 

You took your hand back as Jamie asked you to remind him to call his mom. Before turning back to Trevor to ask what he wanted for dinner as you were cooking, you kept your gaze on Jamie's face and placed a kiss on his cheek "I forgot to tell you, but thank you for remembering about my Grandma's ring." He responded with a smile and kiss on your forehead. 

When your Grandma passed away, your mom kept her ring not giving it to you even if it was one of your late Grandma's wishes. She claimed it wasn't in her will and therefore it wasn't something official, Jamie remembered how upset you were about it as she meant a lot to you so when he went ring shopping and saw the ring with the emerald stone he knew it was the one, the picture of your Grandma's emerald wedding ring engraved in his brain.

Trevor cleared his throat, making you both look at him "So when do I become an uncle?"

Jamie sighed, you hid your head in his chest "I'm not doing this." Jamie mumbled but by the laughter that was escaping from Trevor's mouth, you knew he had heard it.

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Hello, hello. This has been in the works for a couple of days, but I struggled with finishing it because school is kicking my ass. I managed tho.

Thanks for all the love on pt.1 it means a lot 😊

Feedback is appreciated, hope you guys enjoyed!

[chicingold]

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