#Wristbands for Christmas

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QR Codes Printed wristbands: A New Innovation

The goal of event organisers is to prevent wristbands from being duplicated and unauthorised entry to their music concerts. The involvement of bad characters may make visitors angry and even spoil the event, due to overcrowding. Event organisers can solve this by giving their visitors QR-printed wristbands when they enter the venue. The coded wristbands protect their events and prevent unauthorised access to those without a ticket. It is a simple yet very effective way to control entry management to large-scale venues or events across Europe.

Wristbands with QR Codes or Bar Codes

At the entrances to concerts or other ticketed events, many promoters use QR codes or Barcodes. The wristbands that are provided to the attendees often have these codes printed onto them. Additional security for the events is provided through wristbands with QR codes. The expense of printing individual admission tickets is decreased by using these wristbands with QR codes as the consumers' passes. Because QR codes must be scanned, the procedure is quicker and more secure, which lowers the cost of the event's security. There are fewer consumers in line since the procedure is faster and hence takes less time.

In the past, bar codes or QR codes were printed on separate PVC tags and attached to wristbands. This has the drawback of adding an extra element to the package and adding to the expense of printing the bar code or QR code. Due to its extensive coverage of the wristband, it also diminished the printed message on the wristband itself. There was even a chance that the tag might come off, but now this item has been replaced as the QR code is printed directly onto the wristband material.

Wristbandseurope.com has always worked to improve its products for customer requirements. For their clients, they have always worked to simplify and improve things. The company works with many of the leading venues and organisers in major cities and provides them with custom-printed wristbands. After taking feedback from various clients, it was decided to provide the ability to print unique QR codes right on the wristbands. This reduces the cost and time needed to make these wristbands while also improving their security at the venue. Often times promoters also add a hashtag or additional QR code which links to their social media pages or website where fans can share their experience. Nowadays that everyone has a mobile phone it is very easy to scan the code quickly.

The QR code bands look great when printed using the sublimated technique and allow for logos and text to show clearly. Customers can include effects such as gradients or shadows and create a unique design to use at the event. Variable QR codes simplify event management since they make it simple to classify the participants based on their ticket type such as what level they are sitting at or which entrance they should use. Or some QR codes may be assigned to a certain group of persons with special access such as VIP or backstage. Using distinct codes on the wristbands for events, whatever it is done, greatly simplifies the administration of the event.

For Wristbandseurope.com, the wristband with such a QR code printed on it is an innovative product. Regarding access management at the main entrance, identifying or classifying ticketing zones, and visitor safety, it has elevated event security to a whole new level. For whatever size event you plan, you can use a QR scanner in conjunction with the wristbands that have different QR codes printed on each band. The next step for event wristbands is the RFID wristband which includes a chip inside it and can be used for entrance as well as to pay for food, drinks, or merchandise. For the best prices on all types of wristbands check out the website and speak to the sales team for more information.

[lightphieric]

I want to see Benoit Blanc in a Zero Escape

[pocket-mobster]

getting non-essential surgery *right* before shitscream was the worst fucking idea i have not had a normal day for the past week and my surgery was three days ago

[kidfur]

i want to get more into skincare but for now i should just stick with simple wash face + lotion routine, i can add more stuff as i get used to this (only recently started washing my face oops)

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[The Bad Batch x gn!reader (headcanons)]: Wearing their t-shirt

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Summary:

Each of the Bad Batch members react to your wearing their t-shirt.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: None, pure fluff. Not proofread.

Enjoy!

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HUNTER:

He is completely smitten at the sight of you wearing his black t-shirt, one that he usually matched with his civilian clothes.

He came into your shared bunk to check some stuff about medical supplies and he found you trying out his black t-shirt. It wasn't oversized, but it wasn't super tight on your body, either.

He leaned on the side of the bedframe, smiling to himself.

"It fits you. You should keep it."

You're startled by how stealthy and quiet he was.

"You think so?"

He nods, hugging you from behind, pressing his chest against your back.

"Of course. Keep it."

He feels very protective over you, especially when you're wearing his clothes.

He acts like he doesn't mind, but in reality, he wouldn't mind you trying out his clothes more often.

ECHO:

He came back from a mission to your shared apartment just to see you with his pyjama shirt on and he instantly turned red.

You were watching a holomovie, hugging a cushion against your chest with his shirt on and he felt his heart speed up to a hundred miles per hour.

He slowly approached you, trying to look like he was cool with it, and ruffled your hair.

"Evening. I see you're wearing something of mine." He chimed.

You smiled, and stared at him. Truth be told, you missed him dearly when he went on long missions, so you looked for a piece of clothing that was his to remind you of him.

When you explained that to him he directly melted.

He thought he was so lucky to have a partner like you, a thoughtful mind and a loving person.

He joined you shortly afterwards, staring at you with a silly smile any time

WRECKER:

Excited. Like a kid on Christmas.

"Awe! Look at you! You're so adorable!"

He had bought some Mantell Mix for him and Omega when he decided to go back to the ship to rest and that's when he saw you.

To be fair, the t-shirt he used to dress up as a civilian looked like a huge, oversized dress on you. But that's what made it endearing.

"You look so cute!"

He hugs you tightly and kisses you to demonstrate how much he loves you.

If you wear his t-shirt, he will steal a wristband and put it on his wrist to show that he's also willing to wear your stuff.

May turn into a competition at some point, but that's not what we're here for-

Bonus: he feels extremely protective over you when you're wearing his clothes.

TECH:

Unfazed. Not bothered.

Or, at least, that what he likes to act like.

In reality, he got very flustered and awkward the first time he saw you wearing his t-shirt.

He stumbled with words and stuttered uncontrollably. He was probably the most flustered out of the entire batch.

He was done fixing the Marauder's hyperdrive and decided to check on you when he saw you with a t-shirt he used to sleep. And his heart rate skyrocketed.

Like I said, he acts unfaced and excuses his stuttering by saying he had been talking for too long. Not a very good excuse coming from his smart brain.

Then again, it's not like his brain worked after seeing you on his t-shirt.

He thought of places he could place the t-shirt so you'd be able to wear it more often.

This man is really head over heels for you.

CROSSHAIR:

"The heck you're doing with my t-shirt on?"

"Don't act mad, Cross."

"I'm not. I'm just asking."

He did acted mad. He was actually about to melt then and there.

Him and Hunter had gone on a mission to gather some intel and he had come back to the small cottage you and him shared on Pabu just to see you with his white t-shirt on.

Deep down, he loved it. He loved that you were wearing something that was his, he loved that you were his significant other.

He was just too proud to admit it.

The first time he saw you wearing his clothes, he snuck his hands under it to gently grip your waist. He adored the feeling of being able to hold you.

And yet again, he was too proud to admit it.

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There's not much I have to say except I finally got my helix piercing done and I really do love it :p

And I might edit Crosshair's part because it doesn't really match his personality anymore.

Reblogs and shares are highly appreciated!

My requests are still open!

[wosoamazing]

Confessions

Beneath the Surface | Future | December 2025

I know there is a jump in the story and I may fill in bits later but if you have any questions regarding Issy's character or Issy & R's relationship let me know and I will answer them. I am happy to do more future relationship parts if you have any requests

“You’re stunning,” Issy said as she met you at the entrance to the club, having been waiting for your arrival, Lucy making her get there early so she and Ona could spend more time together. It was the lionesses ‘annual’ Christmas party, which meant you were allowed in the club even though you were underage.

“Yeah, if I were a pregnant woman,” you complained playfully, your stomach was quite bloated, something that thankfully didn’t actually happen much.

“I mean you’re quite literally glowing,” she egged you on, referring to the glow in the dark wristband you had to put on, it being the ‘subtle’ indicator of your underageness, you rolled your eyes and groaned at her, before she threw her arm around your shoulder.

“I didn’t want to come anyway, but Leah made me, and then they gave me this,” 

“Well I’m glad you did come, it would’ve been boring without you,” Issy told you sincerely, before walking you over to the bar, to get you both soft drinks, even though she was 18 she didn’t drink.

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You'd been walking around talking to other people and playing some games, when she noticed you’d gone more quiet.

“You okay?” she subtly whispered in your ear.

“Can we go sit, I just-” “of course,” she cut you off before pulling you towards a booth where some of the arsenal girls were sitting. You slid in first before she sat next to you, your thighs touching as you dropped your head to rest on her shoulder. Her arm was wrapped around your back as she subconsciously rubbed her hand up and down your side. The girls around you not batting an eye at the intimacy, which probably was bordering the edge of things friends do, however it had been some time since you and Issy had been friends, only growing closer with every year, and although some of the girls suspected there was something going on between you they all decided to stay out of it, respecting your privacy and giving you time to figure things out on your own terms.

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“Beth, are you planning on going?” Issy asked after seeing her and Viv with their bags and keys. “Yeah,” Beth replied. “Can you possibly take us back to hers?” “Sure, go with Viv out to the car and I’ll just go tell Leah what’s happening, she can tell Lucy and Maddie,” “Thank you,” Issy said before turning her attention back to you, “let’s go home hey?” she said quietly and you nodded before getting up, walking out with her, and Viv, before climbing into the back seat. 

She walked you to your door, unlocking it and guiding you inside. You gave her a pointed look as she shut the door behind you both.

“I’m staying,” she said sympathetically, causing you to sigh.

“I’m fine, honestly, it’s not that bad really, you should just go home,” you tried to convince her.

“No, I’m staying, I’m going to help you,” she insisted.

“That’s not something you want to do, trust me,”

“But I do, I do want to help you. I love you, and I know this probably isn’t the right time to tell you, but it never seems to be the right time. I love you and I care about you. I hate seeing you in pain and I hate how I’m always helpless. I can’t just watch you hurt anymore. I want to be the one who gets to help you. I want to be the one you go to for comfort, I-” “You love me?” you interrupted, taking a step closer, as she bobbed her head slightly, her hands finding their way to your lower back whilst her eyes trailed down to your lips. You leaned in, your lips brushing against hers. Her hands moved up your back, and you placed yours on her hips, warmth spreading through you as she leaned into the kiss. When your lips finally parted, a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. Your heart raced erratically as you rested your head against the nape of her neck, your hands moving to her upper back.

“I’ve got you, it’s okay,” she reassured you as a small whimper escaped your mouth, she rubbed her hand up and down your back, until your body relaxed again slightly.

“I’m just going to check on her, do you want to see if Issy is in the spare room?” Leah said to Lucy as they returned home, Maddie and Ona going into the kitchen. Leah was greeted by an unexpected but cute sight after she’d slowly opened your door. You were lying on top of  Issy, your head in the crook of her neck as her arms were wrapped around you tightly. “Luce, forget the spare room,” Leah whispered as she gestured to the open door, Lucy quickly joining Leah at her side. “Do you have any objections to it? Like if they tell us?” Lucy asked. “No, and Maddie doesn’t either, they’re good for each other,” Leah replied as she shut your bedroom door again.

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“Is she okay?” Your Mum asked Leah, as the blonde wrapped her arms around her waist. “I guess, Issy is with her, so Lucy and Ona are going to stay in the spare bedroom. I think they told each other, she’s lying on top of Issy, like proper close,” “That’s okay, do you want to go to sleep or stay up a bit longer, we should try and wake up before them both so we can make them breakfast and talk to them,” “Let’s go to bed then,”

“Can we not talk about it please?” Issy mumbled as you both walked to the couch, joining your Mums and Issy’s Aunts. “Not until we’ve spoken about it more together,” you added. “If that’s what you want,” Leah said as you both sat down next to each other, you immediately curled into Issy’s side, her arms wrapping around you. “We do just want to say though that we don’t oppose it,” Lucy said and Issy nodded. “You can go if you want, I’m fine here,” Issy said to Lucy and Ona. “You sure?” Lucy questioned. “You’re acting as if Leah isn’t my teammate and Maddie isn’t one of my physios, I’m sure,” Issy replied to her Aunt whole rolled her eyes before getting up, and saying goodbye.

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“Do you want some breakfast?” “Yes please, if that’s okay,” Issy replied, “No,” you mumbled, causing everyone in the room to frown. “Do you think you should maybe try and eat a little bit?” Issy asked “Unless you want me to throw up on you no,” Once you were sure your Mum and Leah were in the kitchen you lifted your head slightly to look at Issy, “I love you, thank you,” you smiled at her. “I love you too, I always will and part of that is making sure you’re okay, just like you’d make sure I was okay,” she replied before kissing your forehead.

[krirebr]

Beyond These Walls in Front of Me

Pairing: dark!Andy Barber x f!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Andy brings you into a new part of your home. Part of the Trapped AU.

Warnings: Dark elements, kidnapping, human trafficking, training, references to punishment, isolation - Just trust me when I say that this is dark. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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A/N: And here is the winner of the poll I posted last week, asking you all to help me choose the next part of this AU to work on. Of all the options, this was the one that was least fleshed out in my head, but I really like how it turned out! A quick reminder that this is an out-of-order AU, so this one is obviously after reader's first day but before Christmas.

Big thanks as always to @paperweight91 who always tolerates me sending countless screenshots and answered my endless questions of "Is this too much? Not enough? Does it make sense??"

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Even if it's just screeching at me. As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

You woke up at the buzz of your wristband. Andy’s arm was slung over your side as he snuffled into your neck in his sleep. You took a moment just to breathe, to gather your strength for the day. You could afford that time, you hoped. You didn’t think it’d put you behind schedule. Then, you got up, exceedingly careful not to disturb the man who shared your bed. You had learned your lesson, there. It was time to start your morning routine.

You took a shower, and using all the products he liked, cleaned yourself thoroughly. Once you were done and dried off, you applied moisturizer to your entire body. You’d given yourself a manicure and pedicure yesterday, so your hands and feet shouldn’t need attention, but you still double-checked to make sure the polish hadn’t chipped. Then it was time for hair and makeup.

Andy liked the sort of ‘low-maintenance, natural’ look that actually took forty-five minutes so you didn’t have time to waste. You got out all your toners, primers, serums, powders, gels, stains, etc. Thank god for the wide counter and twin sinks because you needed all that room to make yourself perfect for him. You avoided looking yourself in the eye in the mirror as much as you could. You already knew what you would find there. Emptiness. You didn’t need to see it again.

Once your makeup was done and your hair was in one of his approved styles, you tiptoed into the walk-in closet that he’d left unlocked and put on the outfit he’d picked out for you last night. It was a dress. Of course, it was. It always was. You hadn’t worn pants in… well, you weren’t sure how long. Time was slippery these days.

You stepped back into the bedroom to find Andy just starting to stir. You closed your eyes for just a moment, bracing yourself, then went to his side of the bed. With a gentle hand, you brushed his hair back from his face, then placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “Good morning, sir,” you cooed. Your hand traveled down from the top of his head to cup his cheek, just how he liked, and he nuzzled into it as he hummed sleepily. He didn’t open his eyes though, so you slowly pulled back your hand and made your way to the bedroom door.

You held your wristband up to the sensor and the door unlocked. You knew that if you looked back, you’d see Andy’s phone on his nightstand, lit up with the alert. So you didn’t look back.

As you walked down the hall, you couldn’t help the way you sort of held your breath as you walked past the punishment room as quickly as you could. Andy had taken to leaving its door open lately, in case you needed the reminder. You kept your eyes forward and didn’t look inside.

Once you got to the kitchen, you immediately started preparing breakfast. Andy had mentioned last night that he was in the mood for pancakes, so you got out the ingredients, along with eggs and bacon, and got to work. Breakfast was the most stressful meal to make because the timing was so delicate. Take too long and it wouldn’t be ready when he came out, which would displease him. But make things too quickly and they would just sit and get cold, which you had learned quickly also made him angry. So you kept an ear open to the bedroom and hoped for the best. 

It lined up well today because just as you were stacking the last pancake on the serving plate, Andy came out and wrapped himself around your back at the stove. He was wearing sweats and a T-shirt, so it must be Saturday. That meant you’d gotten to sleep in a little this morning. How nice.

“Good morning, Sweetheart,” he rumbled, in between peppering kisses down your neck.

You didn’t shrug him off. “Good morning, Sir,” you said. “Breakfast is ready.”

He made a hungry little moan into your neck. “Everything smells so fucking good. Including you.” He finally let you go, picked up the cup of coffee you had ready for him, and took his seat at the table.

When you brought the food over to him, he tilted his head up in expectation. Without grimacing, you lowered your head and kissed him. He took control, as always, with a hand on the back of your head. The most important thing was not resisting him. You’d learned that the hard way.

Once he released you, you started to move away so you could make your own breakfast (oatmeal and fresh fruit like usual), when he grabbed your hand, stopping you. “Hold on,” he said. “There’s something we need to talk about.” 

Your stomach dropped. No. What had you done wrong?? You’d been trying so hard to be good! You were good. You were. 

You nervously glanced at him to find him looking at you curiously. He held your gaze for a moment, then commanded, “Kneel.” 

You froze, for just a second. This was new. You weren’t sure where it was going. Maybe he wanted you to keep his cock warm while he ate. You could do that. You could. You could do a lot of things if it kept you out of the punishment room.

You dropped to your knees at his feet, looking up at him through your lashes and a wide smile bloomed on his face. He gently cupped your cheek with his hand and cooed, “Such a good girl.” Then he straightened his hand and tapped your cheek twice with his fingers. “Get up, sweetheart.”

You stood up, visibly confused, and let him guide you onto his lap. He just held you there for a bit, just stroking his hand up and down your arm. When he finally spoke, he said, “You’ve been so good lately. So obedient. I’ve noticed how hard you’ve been trying. How much you’ve improved.”

You didn’t need any prompting to say, “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. That’s why I think you’re ready.”

Your brows furrowed. “Ready for what, sir?”

The smile he gave you was gentle, proud. “To move upstairs with me.”

“Upstairs?” you gasped. You didn’t know how to react to that. Upstairs had always been a far-off future thing. Just do what he says so you can get upstairs had always been the mantra, but now that the time had come, what did it mean? What should you do?

“Yes, sweetheart,” he said. “Upstairs. We finally get to start our lives together.”

“I–” you started and stopped, suddenly overcome by fear. You didn’t know what was upstairs. You only knew the basement, only knew what to expect in the basement. “What do I need to do, sir?” you finally asked.

“Right now,” he said, his tone full of amusement, “why don’t you get me another cup of coffee? Then you can make yourself breakfast and when you’re done eating, clean up the kitchen. I’ll take a shower after breakfast, that should give you some time. Then I’ll bring you upstairs.”

You hated the relief you felt at knowing what to do. “Yes sir,” you said as you scrambled off his lap and headed straight to the coffee maker. Andy watched you with a satisfied grin on his face.

You turned around halfway up the stairs, Andy right behind you. “You’re sure this is ok, sir?” What if this was a trick or a test? What if he changed his mind when you got to the top and you’d be punished?

He just raised an eyebrow. “Are you second-guessing me, sweetheart?” His tone was still light, but you knew you’d messed up.

You shook your head frantically. “No! No, sir. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Whatever you want, I’ll do whatever you want.”

He brushed his fingertips down your cheek. “I know you will, sweetheart. Now, turn around and keep going.”

You did as he said and finished climbing the stairs. When you got to the top, you tried the door but it wouldn’t budge. You held your wristband up to the sensor but nothing happened. Oh god. As you started to turn around to ask him what to do, he crowded into you, pressing you into the door, covering you with his body so you couldn’t see what he was doing. But you heard the beeps of a keypad.

And then his arm wrapped around your stomach to hold you as he opened the door and he was nudging you onto the main floor.

The first thing you noticed was how bright it was. There were windows! Sunlight was streaming in. As soon as Andy let go of you, you ran to the nearest window and turned your face up into the light. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but you swore you could feel the sun’s warmth through the glass. You hadn’t seen daylight in… you had no idea. You hadn’t been able to keep track of time down there, but months. It must have been months. Tears started to gather in your eyes and you tried to blink them away. He only liked it when you cried during sex or punishments, otherwise you were being manipulative. You couldn’t do anything that would rob you of this sunlight.

“Sweetheart,” he called from behind you. When you didn’t register that, he called your name, a hint of sternness sneaking into his tone. That got your attention and you looked over your shoulder. “Come here,” he said.

You pulled yourself from the window and went to stand in front of him. He put his hand on your cheek and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “Now,” he said seriously, “being upstairs comes with a lot of privileges, but it doesn’t mean you can forget all your rules, ok? Or that you’re done training. I expect you to be just as good up here as you were down there. And if we have to go back downstairs, for whatever reason, I need you to know that it will be much worse for you. Do you understand?”

You nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

He smiled, big and genuine and you thought briefly of how that smile would make you melt on anyone else. “You can call me Andy now, sweetheart. That’s one of the privileges I was talking about.”

“Thank you, sir,” you said, the honorific so engrained in you it just tumbled out. “I mean, Andy,” you corrected yourself hurriedly, committing the new rule to memory. “Thank you, Andy.”

He cupped your cheek. “You're welcome sweetheart,” he cooed. “I am gonna miss the way you say ‘sir,’ though,” he added with a lascivious glint in his eye. 

You stood as still as you could as he ran his thumb under your eye, collecting the tears that had gathered there. He looked you dead in the eye, and you couldn’t help but lower your eyes in response. “Come on,” he said, with a grin in his voice. “Let me give you a tour of the house.”

He took you into the kitchen first, of course, and immediately started extolling all its virtues, but you couldn’t hear him. And you could only see one thing. On the stove, in the middle of all the controls, was a digital clock. It read 10:37. It was the morning because of the light streaming through the windows. (There were even more in this room. There were windows everywhere.) And it was Saturday because Andy was home today and he hadn’t been home yesterday. It was 10:37 on a Saturday morning. Holy shit. Downstairs, you hadn’t had any indication of time passing other than the buzz of your wristband letting you know it was time to get up, or start a chore, or make a meal. But now, it was 10:37. And the next time you looked at it, you would know exactly how much time had passed since now. Time would mean something. You wouldn’t be adrift anymore.

You were crying. You couldn’t help it. Andy turned back to you, one hand still on one of the two stacked ovens that were built into the cabinetry as the other moved to his hip. “What’s wrong?” he asked harshly.

You shook your head urgently. “Nothing, nothing’s wrong. I’m sorry, Andy.”

“Tell me the truth, sweetheart,” he said, with that tone that said you were on your way to the quiet room, at the very least.

Your eyes darted around the kitchen frantically, trying to find an answer that would appease him. “No, it’s nothing. I’m alright. I just– It’s so much. I’m– I’m overwhelmed. I feel so much.” It was much more honest than you usually were with him, not counting the early days when you would scream what you really thought of him before you understood the consequences. But you didn’t know what else to say.

He took a few steps, closing the space between you and it took every muscle in your body to make yourself stand your ground, not flinch away. As soon as he was close enough, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “Oh, honey,” he said, his tone so much gentler than before. “I know. I’m so happy to have you up here, too. This is going to be so good for us.” He just stood and held you, running a soft hand up and down your back. After a few moments, he asked, “Ready to see the rest of the house?”

You knew the correct answer, so you ducked your head and said, “Yes, Andy,” as he released you. He grabbed your hand tightly and quickly tugged you into the next room.

You absently took in the large sectional, the big TV on one of the walls, more windows, but mostly you were struck by how much bigger the living room was than its basement counterpart. You’d assumed, foolishly, apparently, that the square footage of where you’d been living roughly matched the main floor above it, but as you looked around you were sure that this floor at least doubled where you’d spent the last who knows how long. You couldn’t help the shiver that traveled through you as you wondered what else was down there. 

There was a dining room and another sitting room next but you weren’t taking anything in, couldn’t describe anything about this house if pressed other than typical upscale suburban fare. It fit him. You had the sudden, chilling, thought that maybe it would fit you too someday. Soon. If you continued to become who he wanted you to be. Because you already were. As much as you’d tried to stay yourself, especially at the beginning, you felt all the ways he’d ground you down, all the ways you’d changed. You remembered how easily you’d slipped down to your knees just an hour or so before. Just because he’d told you to. You wanted to cry again, but you wouldn’t. He wouldn’t like that. And wasn’t that just all there was?

As you came upon the stairs leading to the next floor, you stopped dead in your tracks without thinking, your hand falling out of Andy’s now lax grip. The front door. It was just… right there. For anyone to use. Anyone to enter. Or exit. A thousand thoughts flew through your mind all at once. You could just run. Right now. Maybe with the element of surprise, you’d get a head start. There were hooks on the wall, and on one of them hung a set of keys, what looked like car keys with a few others. Grab them and run and maybe you could do it! But where would you go? You didn’t know this neighborhood, this town. You didn’t have anyone you could go to for help. You didn’t have any form of ID. Last you knew, Andy had all of your papers and cards locked up in his safe. And those were all the new ones he’d gotten for you. Your original identity, your real one had been destroyed. You knew. He’d made you watch him do it. 

As you argued with yourself, on the verge of saying fuck it and making a run for it despite all the reasons not to, you noticed a small black sensor to the right of the doorknob, identical to the ones downstairs. The ones that your wristband would unlock only if it was an authorized time. The ones Andy controlled on his phone. 

You looked up to find him already on the first stair, his gaze locked on you. Your indecision couldn’t have lasted that long. Just a few seconds, if that. But, as he stared at you, you felt like he could see every thought you’d ever had. You wanted to shrink back, maybe run down the stairs to the basement before he threw you there himself, crawl into the punishment room, and beg for mercy. 

But before you could do anything, he held out his hand. “Ready to see the bedrooms?” he asked. His face was completely blank, his tone betraying nothing. 

You tried to do the same, to not shake or look or sound guilty as you said, “Yes, Andy,” and took his hand, letting him guide you up the stairs.

On the second floor, he brought you down the hall, bypassing several doors before pulling you into the room right at the end. It was huge, was your first thought. So much bigger than the room you’d spent the last who knows how long in. The walls were painted a light blue-gray, all the furniture – dressers and nightstands, a much darker gray. The bed was one of the biggest you’d seen, Californian King at least, maybe even Alaskan. It was covered with plush, fluffy bedding and lots of pillows, all in different shades of blue, with a light gray, stuffed, and quilted headboard resting against the wall. It all screamed luxury and relaxation. You were reminded of those home improvement shows you used to watch when you had the freedom to. They’d talk about how your bedroom should be a sanctuary, everything chosen to inspire relaxation and calmness. This was the sort of room they were talking about. You could have laughed, as all you could feel was the foreboding presence of Andy, standing by the door, watching your every move. You’d never relax in here.

You continued to explore the room, trying to act like you couldn’t feel his suffocating gaze on you. Your eyes slid over the ensuite to the two walk-in closets. You immediately noticed that there were no locks on the doors. Did that mean you’d be allowed to pick out your own clothes? And did that even matter if everything was chosen by him in the first place? 

You turned back to find that he’d taken several steps closer to where you stood in the middle of the room. “I know,” he said, “that I should’ve shown you the other rooms first, but I’ve been desperate to get you inside our room, see what you look like in it.” His arms came up around you, pulling you tight to him. “You’re perfect. You fit perfectly. In this whole house. You feel it too, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Andy,” you said by rote, but you did feel it. You knew exactly what he meant. You fit perfectly, just like the nightstands, or the couch downstairs, all the tables and chairs. Just another piece of furniture that he picked out specifically to make his home perfect.

His hand came up under your chin, tilting your face so that you had to make eye contact. “I’m so happy I bought you,” his words chilled you as he went out of his way to remind you of your place here. “You were worth every penny.”

You closed your eyes for the shortest moment, letting yourself feel the horror. Then you opened them, met his gaze, and said, “Thank you, Andy.”

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Birthday Boy.

Wally West x reader

Happy birthday to our favourite speedster!

It was November 11th, a date the Young Justice team knew all too well thanks to one particular speedster who had spent the past week dropping "subtle" hints about it. Wally West, ever the excitable flirt and fan of birthdays—especially his own—had made it abundantly clear that a surprise party would be his ideal way to celebrate.

You’d been dating Wally for six months now, and you couldn’t help but laugh as he kept up his charade of hints. The team caught on quickly too, with Robin rolling his eyes at every dropped clue and Artemis snorting in amusement each time Wally brought up "surprise parties" in casual conversation. In reality, you had all been planning his party for weeks. Wally might be fast, but you all prided yourselves on being one step ahead, especially when it came to making him happy.

The plan for the surprise was set in motion as soon as Wally headed out on a 'mysterious errand' that afternoon. You were stationed at the cave’s main control center with M'gann, Artemis, Robin, and Kaldur, each of you setting up different parts of the party. M'gann floated by with a stack of decorations, grinning widely as she strung up multicolored streamers across the training room. Artemis arranged the snacks, carefully placing out bowls of chips, candies, and various foods Wally loved. Robin was in charge of the playlist, ensuring it was filled with Wally’s favorite tunes, and Kaldur took on the task of assembling a banner reading "Happy Birthday, Wally!" in bright red and yellow letters—his colors.

It took a couple of hours, but finally, everything was set. You double-checked your contribution: the present you’d gotten for him, wrapped in a sleek, electric-blue package that glittered in the dim light of the cave. You’d thought long and hard about what to get him, ultimately deciding on something that would remind him of the fun, flirty energy you shared together—a custom wristband he could wear in and out of costume, with an inscription inside that read, "You’ll always have time with me."

Satisfied with everything, you took a deep breath, anticipating Wally’s return and the look on his face when he realized his hints had not gone unnoticed.

When Wally finally arrived, he was met with total silence. The lights were off, and the only sound was his own footsteps echoing as he walked into the empty hall.

"Hello?" he called, his voice carrying through the space. "Guys?"

You and the rest of the team hid just around the corner, barely containing your excitement as you waited for him to inch a little further inside. You felt your heart race, knowing just how much he’d enjoy this.

Wally wandered in, his shoulders slumping a little as he scanned the darkened room. "Well, this is…lame," he muttered, clearly thinking that his hints had gone unheeded.

Just as he sighed, Robin flipped the switch, lighting up the room and revealing all of you gathered around, shouting, "Surprise!"

Wally’s face lit up like a kid’s on Christmas morning. His eyes widened in surprise, and then he broke into a grin, his gaze flicking to each of you in turn, lingering a little longer on you with that familiar warmth in his eyes.

"Aw, you guys!" he exclaimed, bounding over to the team with his trademark enthusiasm. He high-fived Robin, pulled Artemis into a quick hug despite her half-hearted attempt to squirm away, and grinned at Kaldur, who patted him on the back with an approving nod. Then, finally, his gaze fell on you.

“You really didn’t think we’d let your birthday pass without celebrating, did you?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

Wally chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. "You know, I wasn’t sure. But I’m glad you guys came through." He leaned in, whispering, “Especially you.”

His smile was infectious, and you found yourself grinning right back at him. “Happy birthday, Wally.”

M'gann soon floated over, directing him toward the table with the cake she’d baked—a towering stack of chocolate and vanilla layers with bright red frosting spelling out his name. Wally’s eyes sparkled as he took it all in, and you could practically feel the joy radiating off of him.

"Go on, birthday boy," M'gann prompted, gesturing toward the candles she had carefully arranged on top of the cake. They flickered with a soft, golden glow, casting a warm light on his face. "Make a wish!"

Wally looked around at all of you, the friends who had gathered to celebrate him. You could see how much this moment meant to him, and you knew he was savoring every second. Finally, he leaned in, his eyes scrunching up in that mischievous way he always did when he was about to do something playful.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and then blew out the candles with a single swift puff. Applause broke out from everyone as the candles dimmed, leaving only the afterglow of the celebration and the warmth of his friends around him.

But you had one more surprise planned, and before Wally could even open his eyes or say a word, you leaned forward and gently pressed a kiss to his lips. It was brief, just a soft, sweet kiss that felt as natural as breathing. For a moment, he stilled, then melted into it, his hands slipping around your waist as he pulled you closer. When you pulled away, he stared at you, a little dazed but with an unmistakable grin.

"Now that’s a birthday surprise," he murmured, his voice low and filled with that same teasing affection you’d come to know so well. "I was going to ask for that, you know.”

“Oh, I know,” you replied with a smirk. “I just thought I’d beat you to it.”

The rest of the team chuckled, rolling their eyes and making playful gagging sounds. Robin threw a handful of confetti at Wally, while Artemis smirked knowingly. "Finally, some peace and quiet now that Wally’s occupied," she teased, and Wally laughed, shrugging.

"Hey, can’t blame a guy for celebrating properly!"

The night unfolded in a blur of laughter, stories, and games. Wally basked in every moment, from the silly birthday games M'gann had planned to the impromptu dance-offs he challenged everyone to. He kept glancing at you throughout the night, his eyes glinting with a mixture of joy and something deeper, a quiet appreciation that made you feel as though you were the only two people in the room.

Eventually, the festivities began to wind down, and Wally found himself by your side, the two of you standing apart from the group as everyone wrapped things up. He leaned against you, a contented smile on his face, his arm slung around your shoulders.

“Best. Birthday. Ever.” He grinned, brushing a soft kiss to your temple. “Thanks, babe.”

“Anything for you, Wal,” you replied, squeezing his hand. You knew that in all the crazy, unpredictable life of a hero, moments like these—filled with laughter, warmth, and love—were worth more than anything.

As the night faded into the early hours of the morning, you stayed there together, savouring the moment.

[corrodedcoughin]

Picture this, Eddie wears those wrist sweat bands and everyone thinks it’s an aesthetic/metal thing so nobody really questions it.

Except they are actually those ant-sickness wristbands and he wears them because he gets car sick as soon as he gets in a car, even when he’s driving the car himself.

He never corrects anyone and for his Christmas Steve buys him new wrist bands that aren’t anti-sickness but Eddie has to wear them because otherwise he’d have to face a sad Steve. Every time eddie comes home wayne watches him stumble in the door and immediately hands him a sick bowl without even looking up from the game he’s watching on the tv.

‘Take it you’ve not told him yet?’

‘No’

‘You gonna?’

‘…no’

[tea-and-antlers]

I have the drawings my friend made me for Christmas in 2017. I took the cactus they knitted me to college; I have the knitted bisexual pride bunny too, and the felted dragon, the embroidery hoops and the fanart.

I have a knitted sock with a message in Morse code on it hanging on my door; I wear a dress they knitted me with reverence for how it feels on my skin. I have a box of stickers they have sent me in letters.

I have the paper cranes my friend made while waiting to drive me home from my IUD appointment. I have the the wristbands from concerts my lover took me to, that bumped his as we held hands and sang along. I have photo boxes full of letters friends have sent me.

I have a million little trinkets and doodles and mementos. They hold spots on shelves and dressers and the fridge and they turn my home into an altar for the small moments of care that pass between us.

Minimalizam is bullshit; I keep all the things that forever physically reminded I am fiercly loved.

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A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 13

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

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I wake up – still on the couch – to the blaring of my alarm at 6:30am, feeling a sense of deja vu. I curse myself for even beginning a fitness routine, even though it’s only been one day. But then I remember I have the opening shift today, and I’m actually thankful for the distraction. I quickly shove the half read and now slightly crumpled papers back in the envelope and into my backpack along with a pen. Now short on time, I slip into the first pair of clean clothes I can find and leave without breakfast. After impatiently waiting for the elevator for approximately 10 seconds I sprint down the stairs and all the way down the street to the cafe. 

When I get to the door, the sign’s already flipped and there’s a lineup at the counter. I dump my bag and don my apron as quickly as possible while apologising profusely to Stewie who’s taking orders.

“Just get to work, the order’s are stacking up already.”

I do as I’m told and start rapidly making coffees, fancy hot cocoas and plating and heating treats from the display. I hand off the finalised orders to my coworker who had been rapidly cleaning the kitchen after Stewie’s busy morning. Through fractured conversations between orders I find out that the line up started earlier than usual after word had gotten out that a celebrity had dined here before Christmas. So far though, everyone seems oblivious that I’m the woman in the photo, or if they know they are just shrugging it off as me doing my job and serving him. I’m just thankful for the lack of probing and focus on turning out order after order.

Despite bringing the paperwork with the intention of reading and signing it during my break, with the influx of fans around me think better of it. Instead, I keep my head down and focus on just getting some food into my stomach during my break. After lunch I prepare to go home, when my coworker reminds me, I promised to work a double to swap my New Year’s Eve shift. I sigh, but nod, remembering the deal I made weeks prior. I retie my apron and set about delivering orders to tables. A few keen-eyed fans recognise me from the photo but to my pleasant surprise they just ask about what he was like and what drink he had. I claim to not remember as I serve so many people, but of course I remember every detail of that day, how could I forget? 

After successfully evading questions all day and serving at least twice the normal number of customers, I’m utterly exhausted as I flip the sign. Yet, I push it aside to clean the whole cafe till it shines, still feeling guilty for being late and not helping with the early influx.

Needless to say, the paperwork is still burning a hole in my back and mind when I finally get home well after dark. Even so, I know I don’t have time tonight now. I need to spend the little remaining energy to completely finalise the plans for the Bachelorette party tomorrow night. I pull all the sashes, the dressup bridal tiara and plans out of the cupboard and lay them out on the coffee table. I organise everything in individual party bags; one for each bridesmaid and a special one for the bride herself. Each bag is complete with a sash, personalised hangover kit, and monogrammed cup in each lady’s favourite colour, along with the prepaid entry wristbands to a Moulin Rouge themed bar across town. The bride’s bag has all of that plus the tiara and a necklace with her birth stone and Future Mrs. Everhart on it. The whole event with all the gifts have me set back at least a few months in afterpay expenses – not to mention the drinks I’ll undoubtably end up buying on the night – but I know it will all be worth it when I see Stella’s face. She’s done so much for me, it’s finally my turn to attempt to return the favour. It’s after midnight by the time everything is completely ready to go. 

Knowing I’ll be out well after it crosses into the new year, I force myself to push aside everything else and get as much sleep as I can, but not before deleting that exercise alarm. I figure that until I can afford to factor in a gym membership, I can be content with taking the stairs – which I already do most days – and being on my feet all day at the cafe. I shake my head at myself; already throwing away resolutions and it’s not even the new year yet.

It's well after nine when I wake up, which is the latest I’ve slept in, in a long time, but I know I needed it. I spend what’s left of the morning going through the NDA and finally sign it. I’m about to send a text to Jensen telling him as much along with an apology, when Stella calls. I know she took a half day today and tomorrow off completely to enjoy tonight, so I just know her excitement levels are through the roof. I answer.

“Hey bride-to-be! Ready to party tonight?”

“So ready! You coming over beforehand? Since you’ve kept it all a secret I need help with what to wear!”

“Always planned to. Uber is booked from your place after all. We’re all meeting there for predrinks and then heading out, sorry I didn’t ask, but I knew you’d be fine with it. I’ll head over soon. Nick’s Buck’s is tonight too right?”

“For sure! Sounds perfect! And yep! Though, knowing him I think it’ll be a pretty chill night. Mine better not be though, it is New Year’s Eve after all!”

“We’re going all out, don’t you worry! You’re gonna love it!”

“The other girls on board?”

“100 per cent! They love it as much as I do, and I much as I know you’re going to. Now stop fishing for hints! I’ll see you soon!” I hang up before she can try to push any further. I look around for something big enough to fit the party bags in as well as my outfit for tonight. After looking everywhere I settle on the box from Jensen. I rip off the postage label to avoid questions if the other girls see it and then take out the dress. I lay it on my bed and then pack everything into the box. 

I manage on the subway with surprising ease, having managed to fit everything in a single box. I mentally thank Jensen for sending it because I really would have struggled otherwise. I sigh, he’s helping me in ways he doesn’t even know and yet I pushed him away. I quickly push away the thought, I can’t afford to think about any of that tonight; my complete focus needs to be on the bride-to-be and ensuring the best Bachelorette party she could ever dream of. 

When I finally get to her place, I can tell she’s over excited because she opens the door before I even get on the porch. She tries to take the box but I hold tight. “Not yet! You have to wait until the others get here! Patience!”

She pouts and I giggle. She lets me in and I place the box down so I can pull her in for a much needed hug. Sticking to – at least some of – my resolutions and determined to make this day completely about her, I don’t say anything, but I relish in her warm comfort. When I pull away I take the box up to the guest room to take away the temptation for her before she drags me into the master suit so I can help pick out her outfit. I’ve been in close contact with the bestman to make special plans, so I know that Nick will be leaving before us, but I still want something that will surely overwhelm him at the end of the night. I’m also looking for something that will match the Moulin Rouge theme without ruining the surprise.

I explore her closet, rifling through her dresses, most of them are business casual, but I know that she’s a partier, so I just have to find those pieces. In hindsight, I probably could have picked her up something from the thriftstore where I got my outfit – which was surprisingly brand-new with the tags still attached – but I knew she’d have something appropriate. After shifting through and discounting her simple little black dresses, maxi dresses and short clubbing dresses I find one that I’ve never seen her wear. I give her a questioning look as I pull out the stunning, red sequined dress with a mesh midrift and slit in the thigh; it’s almost identical to mine except, mine is a deeper shade of maroon and is velvet instead of sequins. I can’t believe the chances. 

��Did someone spill?” I ask as I hold the dress out to her.

“What? No? Is this a hint‽”

“When’d you get this dress then? I don’t remember it?”

“Nick and I planned to go to a fancy dress party a while ago, it was like a gala for a client I was trying to pitch, but that was when I had that terrible chest infection; lost the deal and missed the party…”

“That sucks! Well, tonight’s your chance. This is for sure the one!” I hang it on the back of the ensuite door before she leads me into the ensuite so we can both start doing our hair and make up. I turn on a party playlist to pump up the energy as I help brush and curl her shoulder-length auburn hair. She then returns the favour, curling and putting my hair into a half-up, half-down style with a bun, secured in place with silver and faux-diamonte pins. When I turn around and see her handiwork, I praise myself for buying the tiara, because she truly needs and deserves to stand out. We both then work on the base layers of our own makeup before helping eachother apply the finishing touches. 

Just as we’re almost done, Nick appears in the doorway. “Alright, ladies…Trav’s here, I’m headed out.” He comes closer to Stella and goes to kiss her but she keeps him at an arms reach.

“Don’t mess with the makeup, it’s still setting. I love you, babe. Have fun! Let loose for once!”

He shakes his head at her with a fond smile. “I love you too. I’ll try. All I ask is that you be a little responsible, but have fun.” He leans down and pecks her neck instead, respecting her wishes to not mess the makeup. Then he looks at me, “Look after her.” I nod. Satisfied, he leaves.

I check the time on my phone; half an hour till the bridesmaids arrive. “T-minus 30 minutes! Time to get dressed and accessorise!” I help her slip into her dress carefully so she doesn’t mess up her hair and makeup. She swaps out her stud earrings for a dangly set that pair with a silver diamonte necklace. When she reaches for a sparkly headband I stop her, “I’ve got that covered.”

She sits on the bed to strap on a pair of silver, glittery stilettos and then puts the essentials – lipgloss, ID, money and her phone – in a matching purse before leading me back to the guest room to help me get ready. Her jaw drops when she see me in my dress, the resemblance really is uncanny.

She wolf whistles as she makes me do a spin. “Sexy! Let me take a photo! You have to send this to Jensen!”

“No, come on, tonight’s all about you!”

Despite my protests she takes both my phone and hers and takes photos of us both while I finish getting ready, putting my maroon block heels on, swapping out my jewellery for a fancy silver set my parents got me for my birthday, and then grab the quite pleasantly matching maroon purse I found at the same thrift store as my dress. The final step is to give Stella her tiara, I place it on her head, careful not to catch or mess up her hair. We both take a few more photos in the living room, at the bride-to-be’s insistence until the doorbell rings.

Stella drops everything and runs to the door to welcome in the two other bridesmaids: Felicity and Gabby. They’re both dressed to the nines in slightly revealing short sparkly dresses that resemble flapper dresses, Felicity in Gold and Gabby in a deep blue. I’d associate them a little more with The Great Gatsby but I know they’ll fit right in anyway; I saw that style dress come up when researching and in the movie that Stella and I have watched together numerous times. We all take more photos before I hand out the fancy gift bag. After gushing over everything, Stella pops out the wine and we each enjoy a drink out of the fancy, reusable, personalised cups. We also all put on our sashes and wristbands and take evenmore photos. 

Before long the Uber is beeping out the front. We all pile in, just slightly buzzed, and joke around and converse noisily all the way to the bar. Stella’s jaw drops and she squeals the second she sees Moulin Rouge in flashing lights. “No way!”

“Yes way! I know it’s your favourite,” I tell her. She tackles me in a massive hug the second we step out of the Uber. We then flash your wristbands and ID for the security guard to skip the already growing line. Her excitement is palpable as she takes in actresses and barmaids and men dressed up in themed attires. A few men and a few ladies compliment our outfits as we push through the crowd to get closer to the dancefloor. Felicity disappears to get the first official round of themed cocktails while the rest of us dance and attempt to sing along to a DJ remix of the music from the movie.

After a few drinks I make sure Stella gets a dance with one of the professional performers and take video for her to relive it once the hangover wears off and she can’t remember a thing. The whole night, despite also getting lost in the fun, drinks and atmosphere, I manage to keep an eye on the time. It’s almost 11:30 when I start to try and move the party. I get the confirmation from the bestman that they’re also on the move, and start speeding things up.

“Another round?” Felicity asks loudly but I shake my head firmly and shoot her a warning look, trying to get her attention and remind her of the plan. Eventually she nods in understanding and stands up from the stools where we were resting after hours of dancing.

“Come on girls, let’s go get some air,” I say. Felicity joins me and Gabby finally catches on. Stella whines but obediently stands up.

“You promised me the night wouldn’t end before midnight!” she slurs, “It’s only half past 11.”

“Who said anything about the night ending? I just suggested a change of scenery.”

She huffs as we squeeze through the crowd and out onto the street. I ignore her pouting as I hail a waiting cab and show him the address on my phone, so as not to ruin the surprise for my best friend. My leg bounces to relieve my nerves as the driver swerves through the traffic. I know they’ll love seeing each other, but I also know Nick’ll be concerned about how much she’s drank. I can only hope Travis held up his side of the bargain and helped Nick let loose a little too. After what feels like an eternity of the girls trying to distract Stella, the driver finally pulls a park around the block from our destination at my request. I hope the little walk in the cold night air will help build the suspense and sober Stella up, if only a touch. I pay the driver as everyone gets out. 

We take in all the flashing billboards, advertising all sorts of music, movies and appliances. Despite living in New York for years now, I rarely come into Times Square, except for when I do auditons. Coming from a small rural townin Texas, the packed streets make me feel extra claustrophobic, but I’m willing to push past that tonight for the sake of your best friend. So, I do. The four of us walk among the crowd of people all headed towards the same destination to watch the highly anticipated yearly ball drop. 

Sure, to many it’s just a giant ball sliding slowly down a metal pole, but for many New Yorkers this is a rite of passage. Plus, what better location to secure my best friend her New Years kiss with the love of her life. I couldn’t think of anything she would love more. Thus, were shouldering our way through throngs of sweaty, drunk people – much like ourselves if I’m honest – to find the groom party at the agreed meeting place outside the Disney store.

As soon as we spot the boys, we start pushing into the middle of the closed-off street to get a better view. I watch Stella and Nick run into each other’s arms – or more like drunkenly stumble in Stella’s case – just in time for the countdown to begin. I watch in awe as the crowd calls out, counting down in time with the MC over the loudspeakers. My eyes flick between the ball, the crowd and my best friends. But as the countdown gets to one, there’s only one person on my mind.

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[wasawattpadkid]

hello!! i hope ur having an amazing day :)) i just wanted to say that i absolutely LOVE housewife. & the way you write is amazing! i turned on your notifications so ik when u update. anyways im not sure if your requests are open or not but if they are could you possibly write a fluff with billy x reader? i was thinking something where billy takes the reader to an amusement park or fair, comforts them when theyre scared of the rides or rollercoasters and wins them prizes and stuff? maybe even have one of those cute cliche endings on a ferris wheel. thank you so much!! <3

I had fun writing this! I hope you like it 💕

Scaredy Cat

Paring: Billy Loomis x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing

"What do you want to do now?" Billy asked as he swug your hand in his. "Ooh you want to ride the teacups?" You pointed to the ride littered with children. He couldn't help but laugh. "That's the ride you can spin however fast you want right?" You nodded looking up at him. "I will make it my goal to make you sick." You went ahead and marked that ride off the list. The bag of cotton candy you had moments ago did not like his plan. "You really are the fun police." He looked at the ground with a laugh.

With the dark sky you could easily pick out the carousel spinning in the distance. Like a dog seeing a squirrel you pulled on his arm taking off. "Jesus!" He shouted trying to keep up. "Come on babe!" You laughed. Once you made it to the ride he smacked your ass for the senseless running you made him do. "Watch it Loomis there's children around. You'll get us kicked out." You teased. "I'm not getting on that." He pointed towards the spinning horses. With a pout you tried to convince him. "Please."

With a straight face he stared at you obviously unamused. "Fine. You ride this with me I'll ride whatever you want me to." Now that was a compromise. "We're going on that next." He turned you towards the biggest rollercoaster you'd ever seen. Suddenly you regretted your previous words. "We don't have to ride the carousel." He smiled pulling you to the short queue. "Nice try."

The ride attendant checked your wristband before letting you on the ride. She looked displeased at you both. "We're the oldest people on here." Billy said seeing the parents watch their kids from the sides of the ride. "But we're young at heart." He wanted to gag at the cheesy line. "Help me up." You ordered as you tried to throw your leg over the tall horse. "Really?" He shook his head picking you up. Once you were seated you responded. "Yes really. Now get on." He gazed at the vacant horse beside yours and shook his head. "Not happening."

"I'm not riding that rollercoaster unless you get on that horse. Plus I think cowboys are kinda hot." You shrugged trying to get him to let loose for once. He threw his leg over the horse right before the ride started. You giggled at the display. "I hope you piss yourself on that rollercoaster." He spat as he looked around the spinning scenery. "I love you too shit head." You blew the boy a kiss before closing your eyes. The overused carnival music was nostalgic putting a fond sense of security in your head.

Billy watched as you smiled. It'd been awhile since he'd seen you so genuinely happy. You laughed like a child on Christmas. He would ride the carousel a million times over if you looked this beautiful each time it started. You opened your eyes catching your boyfriend staring. "What?" You asked over the loud music. "Nothing." He said with a smile. The ride was short lived as it slowly came to a halt letting everyone off.

"You ready?" Billy asked an evil grin on his face. You held onto his arm as you both walked. "No." The closer you got to the ride the more intimating it became. You could hear the screams from riders a mile away. "You're seriously scared aren't you?" He laughed. You didn't understand how he could be so calm about a ride that could easily kill you both. "I don't see how you aren't." He shrugged as you slowly made your way to the front of the line.

"Make sure your legs and arms stay in the cart at all times. Any lost items will not be retrieved so if you think it'll fall leave it out now." The ride attendant spoke as he checked all the seat belts. Your hand squeezed Billy's knowing you couldn't back out now. He leaned over pressing a kiss to your temple. "We're not going to die. If we do atleast you died wearing something cute." You shot him a look. "You always know just what to say." Sarcasm dripped from your words. "Have fun." The operator said letting the ride slowly begin.

"Why'd we have to sit up front?" You asked him as people behind you cheered. "What do you mean? These are the best seats." Billy loved seeing you scared because you always ran to him for comfort. It was one of the best feelings in the world to him. The cart climbed the hill at such a slowly rate that by the time you reached the top you were ready to get off. "You ready?" He asked just seconds before the drop. "Fuck you!" You shouted as the cart plummeted. Billy laughed quickly being shut up by the speed of the ride. After a minute you started to really enjoy it. You held up your hands with the rest of the people noticing your boyfriend gripping the bar across your lap.

"Raise your hands!" You yelled hoping he could hear you. "Shut the fuck up!" He responded as you realized he was terrified. You laughed so hard you thought you were going to die and to Billy's displeasure you didn't stop even though the ride did. "You should have seen your face!" You held your stomach as tears fell from your eyes. "It's not even funny my back is killing me." He complained trying to blame his reaction on something else. "We should go again." You said laughing even harder at his expression. A coughing fit began making Billy smile. "Karma's a bitch."

"And so are you." You said through several coughs. Once you calmed down both of you headed towards the carnival games. "You going to win me something?" You asked as he looked the place over. "Which one do you want?" You pointed towards the little frog stuffed animal. Billy was surprised you didn't pick the biggest thing they had. "Okay here's some money I want you to walk up and start playing I'll be back." You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "Where are you going?" He waved you off disappearing in the crowd. You walked up the worker playing a game by yourself as you were told.

After a game or two you realized how rigged the game was. As you tossed another ring you saw Billy steal that little stuffed animal behind the carnival worker. "Tough break." The man said as you lost yet again. Billy held the toy behind his back as if you didn't catch him. You walked over to him a smile big on his face. "One frog for the beautiful lady." You took it from him trying to figure out if you should scold him. "You could've got caught." He kissed your lips before taking your hand in his. "But I didn't." He was right about that. "Well what are we doing next, and don't say the rollercoaster."

You clicked your tounge. "Damn there goes my plans." He shook his head before he saw the ferris wheel. "How about we ride the ferris wheel and then we'll head home?" Considering the stink he raised over the carousel you didn't think he'd want to ride that. "Really? You want to ride the ferris wheel?" His free hand found it's way into his pocket. "You can't go to an amusement park and not ride the ferris wheel." That was partially true but Billy knew the real reason he wanted to go. "Well lets go. Try not to get too scared on this one okay?" You teased as he rolled his eyes.

Billy held your hand helping you into the cart. "Thank you." You said as he shuffled in after you. His arm laid on the metal behind you letting you lay your head on his shoulder. "I really have had fun today." He chewed on his lip trying to play down the sense of pride he felt. "I'm glad." You looked out at the lights pointing at different things. "Tell me that doesn't look like a penis!" You pointed towards one of the rides as Billy laughed. "Your ability to ruin a sweet moment never fails to amuse me." The cart stopped at the top letting you get a view of everything around you. "Sweet moment?" You asked before Billy cupped your jaw pulling you into a kiss.

He could feel the big smile on your face as you kissed him back. It was cliche but he knew you'd appreciate the gesture. "I love you." He said looking into your eyes. It was the kinda stuff that was in movies. "And you're right that does look like a penis." You gasped at his words. "I told you!" You both laughed at each other. It was a great day even though Billy found out he was scared of rollercoasters. He was just happy he got to spend the day with you.

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angeleyes ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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pairing: trunks/f!reader

words: 1,224

content warnings: none.

tags: fluff, drabbles, romance, sfw.

rating: G

a/n: so fluffy it might make you explode. or at least cause massive amounts of eye rolling 😭. hope you enjoy it nonetheless ⋆˙⟡♡✧˖°

"I've told you before, it's my money. I can do whatever I want with it!"

"But-"

"And no buts! This is my house and if I say we're going out to the fair then that's what we'll do." The young man smiled down at his girlfriend as she pouted up at him in a sulk.

She knew how much he loved this time of year, when all the local businesses would set up stalls around the town square for people to come along and buy their wares from them.

It was like Christmas on steroids, with everything being open until late into the night every day of the week. There were rides, games, food stalls and so many other things to see and do.

“But you know I don't like crowds," she whined. "And there's bound to be lots of drunk people who might try something."

"I promise I won't let anyone take advantage of you while we're here. And besides, everyone knows me. They'd never dare mess with us." He gave her a kiss on the cheek before standing up and pulling her up by the hand. "Come on, let's go."

She sighed as she followed him out of the door and towards the car. He had a point though; he could probably handle any trouble that came his way if it did arise.

Even now, they only needed to look at each other for a few seconds and they both knew exactly what the other one was thinking.

They drove through the town centre and parked up near the edge of the market area.

“We should get some tickets first," he said as they got out of the car. "That way we can ride all the rides without having to wait in line."

"I suppose so," she replied. "But you know I'm not really that fond of rollercoasters or anything too fast."

He laughed as he took her arm and led her over to the entrance gate.

A few moments later, they were inside the grounds and walking amongst the stalls which lined either side of the walkway.

Most of them sold clothes, jewellery and other accessories but there were also plenty of food stands selling hot dogs, chips and candyfloss.

"It looks busy already," he commented as they made their way slowly through the throng of people.

"I think we're going to have to fight our way through. But I think I know a shortcut."

"Oh goodie!" she replied sarcastically. "How exciting! Let's go."

The finally found the ticket booth.

“Two please," he said to the lady behind the counter. "For two adults."

She handed them each a paper ticket as well as a plastic bag containing a pair of wristbands.

He slipped his on and watched as his girlfriend did the same.

Once they'd put their bags back in the boot, he looked around and spotted a small kiosk on the far side of the field.

"Come on," he said excitedly. "Let's go on the merry-go-round."

He grabbed your hand and pulled you along after him as he made his way across the grass.

You could hear the music playing as you walked towards the brightly coloured horses.

When you got to the front you realised there was a queue leading onto the ride itself and several more queues waiting to get on once the previous ones had left.

"I knew i should've bought out the fairground earlier," he muttered.

"Oh hush, it doesn't matter," she whispered sweetly in return. He started pushing the people in front of him aside until he reached the head of the queue.

As soon as his turn arrived, he held your hand tightly as you stepped aboard the ride.

You held on to his waist firmly and gripped tight the metal bars above your head.

Then, the whole thing began moving round and round, faster than you thought possible.

Your boyfriend's hands tightened even further as you squealed with excitement whilst trying desperately not to lose grip of the bar.

After about five minutes of dizzying motion, the ride stopped again and you felt yourself start falling forwards as it slowed right down.

Luckily your boyfriends strong arms kept you from plunging off the seat completely, although they couldn't keep hold of one hand for very long.

“Wheeee!! That was fun," you cried breathlessly. "Let's do another!"

“We should go on one of those little bumper cars next," he suggested with a chuckle. You nodded your agreement eagerly.

They headed towards the exit and went outside where there were dozens upon dozens of these miniature vehicles racing around a large wooden track.

You choose a vehicle and climbed inside. Your boyfriend choose one nearby, hopped in beside you and wrapped his arms around you protectively.

"Hold on baby," he growled softly in your ear.

"Ooohhhhhh!" you screamed in delight as you careered around corners, narrowly missing other cars on numerous occasions.

You bounced up and down against the seat as you spun around, laughing madly, feeling safe in your boyfriends embrace.

Eventually he released his grasp on you suddenly and you fell forward as you tried to grab the steering wheel. The force sent you hurtling off the seat and crashing to the floor, hard enough to knock the wind out of you.

"You alright?" he asked, looking concerned.

"Y-yeah I think so," you stammered between gasps for air.

“I love you," he told you as he leaned down and kissed you tenderly.

After a moment you recovered your senses enough to smile at him and reply.

"I love you too."

A short time later, you were sat back down enjoying yourselves on one of the benches whilst he was feeding you ice cream.

You were giggling like children, holding hands and talking about all the stupid things that happened to you during the day. Eventually, the sun started setting and the crowd started thinning away.

“I know sometimes we argue but it makes me happy to spend time with you," he told you earnestly.

"It does make me happy too," you admitted. "I wouldn't want to change a thing."

"You’re so beautiful," he continued dreamily. "So caring and compassionate too. If you weren't so shy, I could tell you how wonderful you are to me."

You blushed deeply, embarrassed at having been spoken to quite so openly.

But still you felt your heart begin to beat faster as the words sank in deep within your mind. He leant in closer, his voice dropping even lower.

"I've fallen in love with you," he mumbled quietly into your hair. "And I intend to marry you someday."

You froze up instantly and stared wide eyed at him. His face dropped slightly and he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Well, it’s getting late we better head home," he said with forced jollity. "It's a long drive tomorrow."

You nodded dumbly and allowed him to lead you back towards the car.

Once they were both seated safely inside, he turned towards you with a big grin plastered across his handsome features.

"So..." you murmured uncertainly. "Are you sure...you meant that...?"

His mouth split into a huge grin and he shook his head playfully as he spoke.

"Yes, of course. What kind of idiot do you take me for? Now buckle up, sweetheart, 'cause it's gonna be a bumpy ride!"