#personalised item | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

recognitionexpress · 4 months ago

Text

Why Customized Badges Create Superb Promotional Gifts?

Regarding Promotional Gifts, companies sometimes look for memorable, useful, and able to leave a lasting impact on things. Customized badges are becoming more and more sought for marketing campaigns and business branding initiatives as they check all these aspects and more.

Why Customized Badges Create Great Promotional Gifts?

Here we will discuss why customized badges are unique marketing tools and how they could help companies and receivers equally.

1. Individual And Unforgettable Branding

Personalised badges provide a unique advantage in the sea of commercial goods. Customized badges have a special attraction because of their personal touch, unlike generic gifts that might be readily forgotten. By incorporating logos, taglines, or even event-specific inscriptions, companies can match the design to their brand identification. This establishes a strong link between the brand and the recipient such that it will stick in their memory.

Apart from that, badges may inspire uniqueness. Designing with the target audience in mind helps businesses make recipients feel valued and appreciated. This human link increases brand loyalty and memory.

2. Affordable Marketing Tool

Many times, promotional initiatives call for a careful mix between cost and potency. A reasonably priced choice without sacrificing effect is customized badges. Mass production of them is cheap, particularly considering contemporary manufacturing and printing methods. Badge use for corporate events, product introductions, or giveaways provides great low-cost visibility.

Moreover, its robustness guarantees that the advertising message stays relevant long after the event ends. Unlike throwaway marketing tools, badges are usually kept and recycled, giving the brand continuous brand advertising.

3. Flexible Uses

Personalized badges have one of the main benefits is their adaptability. They can be made to fit many uses and events, including:

Double as promotional goods, custom badges are great markers for staff and attendees.

Branded badges boost brand awareness and generate buzz.

Many times, nonprofits utilize customized badges to honour donors or raise awareness of their causes.

Customized badges honouring accomplishments allow businesses to honour staff members, therefore cultivating pride and belonging.

This versatility makes badges a preferred choice for companies in many different fields.

4. Improved Brand Awareness

Small but powerful instruments for brand marketing are customized badges. Wear or show them, and recipients become walking commercials for the company. Whether hung in offices, on bags or on clothes, these badges draw attention and start discussions.

For trade exhibits or networking gatherings, for instance, attendees sporting customized badges might help to spread the company's message. Badge portability and small size also allow them to travel great distances, therefore exposing the business to fresh markets.

5. Green Solutions

Businesses are giving sustainable practices—including their marketing plans top priority in the environmentally sensitive world of today. Many companies these days provide environmentally friendly badges composed of biodegradable or recyclable materials. This helps businesses catering to environmentally conscious consumers to match their branding efforts with their sustainability objectives.

Eco-friendly customized badges highlight the brand's dedication to ethical behaviour, therefore strengthening its standing and building customer confidence.

Final Thoughts,

More than just ornamental objects, personalized badges are flexible, reasonably priced, powerful promotional tools that have a lasting influence. Businesses trying to stand out in cutthroat industries will find them a wise investment since they may improve brand awareness, build emotional ties, and fit many situations. Investing in personalized badges allows businesses to establish significant interactions that appeal to their target market, therefore fostering loyalty and confidence over time.

Personalized badges provide a little but powerful solution with great results in a time when authenticity and originality drive effective marketing initiatives.

#promotional items #promotional gifts #personalised badges

0 notes

prestogifts · 1 year ago

Text

Gifts are regarded as one of the best ways to connect with people. The corporate gifts for employees help you reconnect with your employees in easy ways.

find out the adorable and memorable corporate gifting solution in the following link - https://prestogifts.com/blog/2023/11/choose-the-best-five-new-year-corporate-gifts-in-2024/

#personalised corporate gifts #business gifts India #corporate gift items #corporate gifts for employees #corporate gifts online #best corporate gifts #corporate gifts suppliers #custom business gifts #promotional business gifts

1 note · View note

personalisedgarage · 1 year ago

Text

Elevate Your Gifting Experience with Personalised Products

Introduction:

In a world where uniqueness is celebrated, personalised products have become the epitome of thoughtful gifting. Whether it's a special occasion or just a gesture to show someone you care, personalised gifts, especially a customized watch or custom homeware, add a touch of individuality that sets them apart. Let's explore the charm of personalised gifts and delve into the world of custom homeware and personalised gifts watches.

The Allure of Personalised Gifts

In a sea of ordinary presents, personalised gifts stand out as tokens of genuine affection. Discover the joy of giving and receiving gifts that have a personal touch, making every occasion memorable. From birthdays to anniversaries, explore how personalised gifts create lasting impressions and strengthen connections.

Timeless Elegance - Personalised Gifts Watches

A watch is not just a timepiece; it's a statement of style and personality. Dive into the world of personalised gifts watch and learn how customizing a watch can turn it into a cherished keepsake. Whether it's engraving a special date or adding initials, discover how a personalised watch becomes a timeless expression of love and appreciation.

Transform Your Living Space with Custom Homeware

Your home reflects your personality, and custom homeware allows you to infuse your space with a personal touch. Explore the possibilities of customizing homeware items like mugs, pillows, or wall art. From monogrammed designs to personalised quotes, learn how custom homeware adds a unique flair to your living space.

Conclusion: In a world filled with mass-produced items, personalised products, including personalised gifts watches and custom homeware, offer a refreshing departure. Elevate your gifting game and home decor by choosing items that resonate with individuality. Whether it's a watch that tells more than just time or homeware that reflects your style, personalised products make every moment special. Embrace the charm of customization and make your mark in a world that values the unique and extraordinary.

#personalised gifts #Personalised jewellery #customized products #Custom Homecare #gift items

1 note · View note

cynosdaydream · 1 month ago

Text

LOSER'S GAMBIT! - PART 2

The past is now a memory - acknowledge its beauty, but don't get too caught up in it.

Now playing: Infinity - One direction

Word count: 3.4k Author's note: Hihi! I hope part 2 is to your liking, as i tried to get this out as fast as possible. Hence, it's not quite proofread, so if theres any mistakes or errors, feel free to dm me! Part 1 / Part 2 (you are here) Desc: sylus x f!non-mc!reader, mentions of past zayne x reader, zayne x mc, canon compliant violence, slight descriptions of injury

It had been a few months since you broke up with Zayne. You moved your belongings out of your shared apartment shortly after you split, finding an apartment near your workplace. It was simple, but definitely not constricting. The apartment had enough space for all of your furniture and belongings, and even had some extra space for miscellaneous items. It only took a few weeks for you to personalise your house, turning it into a home with all of your interests and parts of your personality displayed on the walls and floors of the apartment. That was your safe space, the place where you could wind down, relax and collect your thoughts – especially after your breakup.

You spent some time thinking about it for days after the incident. It hurt to leave, it really did. Your relationship with Zayne felt like something out of a slow-burn story sometimes, with fleeting touches and prolonged eye contact before sheepishly looking away. Heated kisses in his office where anybody could walk in, but neither of you could care enough to stop.

But the keyword was sometimes. A large portion of your communication with him consisted of quick texts and calls that were more often than not cut short. And due to both your schedules being packed to the brim for the most part, actual dates that weren’t impromptu and random were few and far between.

However, the thing that hurt the most to think about was MC. You didn’t hold a grudge against her (how could you ever, when Zayne spoke about her with such fondness?) , but you were definitely always walking on eggshells whenever she was brought up by Zayne. Whenever he would cancel plans for MC, when he would work into ungodly hours of the night for MC, when he would come home absolutely drenched like a wet dog because MC dragged him out to dance in the rain – all of this made your heart ache. And on lonelier nights, it stung just the slightest bit more.

Nevertheless, after you took the time to heal and reflect on yourself, the constant stinging slowly numbed into the occasional dull ache. The initial sorrow had slowly subsided, but small remnants of it remained with you for weeks after. You would find yourself subconsciously holding out an apple in the kitchen, patiently waiting for someone to take it out of your hands and peel it for you. However, you slowly put the fruit down in realisation that there was no one there to do it now.

Whatever. I’ll get over it soon enough.

And you really did. The following months, you spent a lot more time going out with your friends, and making many new ones, and you, Tara, and Simone had grown a whole lot closer. Their reactions when you broke the news of your breakup to them were priceless, though.

Tara was in complete shock for a good minute, then flew into a flaming rage, cursing your ex-boyfriend out with exaggerated hand movements. “That – that’s outrageous! I didn’t expect doctor Zayne to be that type of person!” she yelped, making an offensive gesture, as if demonstrating what she would do to him if he were there. Simone seemed to skip the ‘shock’ part, and went straight to bombarding you with questions. “Why didn’t you tell us this earlier?” She spoke, voice laced with anger. “Both Tara and I would have knocked some sense into him. I don’t care who he is or how prestigious his title is, he doesn’t just get to treat you like that.” Tara nodded frantically behind her. You just laughed in spite of it all, not in a mocking way, but you were just overjoyed that your friends cared so much about you. “Everything’s alright now, though. Thank you for worrying about me, but don’t go around trying to attack him!”

You were even spending more time with the stranger you had met at the restaurant on the day you were stood up. Sylus. He was a charming individual, with captivating crimson eyes and an intimidating demeanor. The more you two met up, the closer you got. (was that a slight smirk he had on his face when you told him you broke up with Zayne or were you going crazy?) From barely knowing his favourite colour, by your 5th outing, he told you about his occupation, albeit hesitantly.

The topic came up when he asked you about your job, and you shot the question right back at him after you told him about your profession as a hunter. You can still remember it as clearly as day, sometimes reminiscing about that memory during work, when you were particularly bored. Today was a slow day, with you stuck at your desk doing paperwork, and you find your mind drifting elsewhere…

“Enough about me, what do you do for a living, Sylus? I don’t imagine the money for those designer clothes comes from thin air.” You had jested, poking him. “Well, you’re a sharp one, aren’t you?” At first, he seemed unwilling to tell you, and even lied about running a business selling various things like fruit and technology. You called him out on it pretty quickly, and he did not seem pleased. “Such intuition. Maybe you should consider switching professions to become a private investigator.” He said, lips quirked up into a grin. But his smile dropped only moments later, and you were afraid you had pushed too far. “Wait! If you really don’t want to tell me, it’s totally fine. I wouldn’t want to be too nosy.” You scrambled for the right words, a little nervous that you had put some distance between you and your new friend.

To your surprise, Sylus merely chuckled, and with a beat of hesitance, said, “Alright, I can tell you’re curious. But I should warn you, what I’m about to tell you isn’t exactly something I can just say out in the open. Promise me that what I’m about to tell you will stay between us, okay?” You nodded your head enthusiastically, waiting patiently for him to spill. “I swear!” Sylus chuckles lightly. “You’re too cute.” He mutters, voice barely audible. Were your ears playing tricks on you? Then, he continues, this time just slightly louder so that only you could hear.

"Alright, if you really must know...I work for a rather unconventional organization. It’s not exactly legal. We deal with… illegal things, like modified protocores and arms trading." You gasped in surprise, not expecting that answer. But your opinion of him didn’t change, and you didn’t feel scared of him just because of his line of work.

“That sounds really dangerous. But take care of yourself, okay? I can’t have my new friend dying on me.” You joke lightheartedly. His reply is immediate. "Don’t worry. I'm used to taking care of myself.” And you don’t know if the wind was blowing too loudly past your ears that day, but you could’ve sworn that you heard a soft and I need to be in my best condition to protect you.

Pulling yourself back into work, you could feel your heart beating faster just because of that memory. What were you thinking? That’s literally your friend! You thought, and your train of thought slowly drifted to Sylus’ striking appearance, the way he carried himself with such confidence, the way he would cover the bill when you went out to eat together no matter how much you protested… What’s wrong with you today?? You pinched yourself, immediately launching back into work to distract yourself from such scandalous thoughts. Even if you found him attractive, and even if you hypothetically (is it really?) liked him, there’s no way he would like you back, right? Besides, he would only be putting you and himself at risk if you were to date due to his dangerous profession. You shivered just thinking about all the enemies he had made coming for you if you were dating.

“___!” You heard your name being called out by one of your captains, and you were pulled to the side with a few of your co-workers to be told that you would be sent on a risky mission in 2 days – to the area where the outskirts of Linkon and the start of the N109 zone met. Apparently, there had been a sudden surge of wanderers in the area for unknown reasons, and your job was to try to find the source of all these wanderers and hopefully take some of them down. “Is that understood?” The captain addresses your group after the sudden briefing, and you all nod in understanding. You were not looking forward to this.

On the day itself, you were geared up to the max, taking numerous precautions in case something went wrong. You had your light armour reinforced the previous day, and had a few different types of medicine to treat wounds. Though you had been on dangerous missions before, the thought of fighting in what was basically uncharted territory still scared you a bit. You pressed your arms firmly against your pants to steel your nerves. “Okay, let’s do this.”

The mission started off relatively tame, with you and your team eliminating a few low-grade wanderers and noting down information about them. You would even describe it as uneventful, as it was basically the same thing you did on a daily basis.

That was until there was an ominous growling coming from behind a large rock pile, and from it emerged a beast of a wanderer. As it rose from the rocks, it stood tall, almost three times an average person's height -- a monstrous mix of a scorpion and a dragon, with glacier blue spikes sticking out if its body, with a menacing icicle-like stinger to match. "Watch out!" You heard your teammates shout, alerting the rest of your group. The wanderer itself was daunting enough, and the fact that it's cries were drawing the attention of smaller wanderers was not helping at all. However, your team was capable, and they quickly launched into action, some of them taking on the main wanderer, and some of them eliminating the smaller threats so they won't hinder the main task at hand.

You were one of the ones battling the scorpion-dragon hybrid of a wanderer. In the first 10 minutes or so, the few of you managed to damage it quite a good bit, managing to somehow slice off its stinger with carefully coordinated attacks. A few injuries were sustained by your teammates, but the remedies you stored on you came in handy.

In the end, you couldn't keep up with the wanderer forever. For some reason, this one had insane regenerative abilities. Besides its stinger, whatever damage that your team had done to it was covered up and healed by shiny blue crystals within an instant. Its attacks were relentless as well, shooting sharp spine-like crystals at all of you endlessly, and wildly swinging its limbs around. After realising that there was no way you guys could defeat this abomination of nature without more ammunition and manpower, you and your teammates tried to flee the site. You had gotten a decent amount of information on the wanderers in the area anyway.

However, the wanderer wouldn't let up, letting out seething hisses as it chased after your team with its powerful wings. You could see your teammates' stamina slowly depleting, and you felt helpless.

So, you came up with the most ridiculous plan you've ever thought of.

"The rest of you just run! I'll try my best to hold it off." You yell to your teammates, drawing your weapon once again. This was met with exclamations of protest from them, but you quickly shut them down. "Just hurry and run! Go and report back to headquarters and try to get help as soon as possible!" With a look of concern on their face, one of them nodded and assured you, "We'll do our best. Stay alive, ___!" And with that, they picked up their pace significantly and got into the vehicle back to the hunter's association.

Fuck. You were stupid as hell. Maybe you should've asked one of your teammates to stay with you to take care of this thing, but it was too late now. You narrowly dodged the wanderer's crystals, trying to land hits on it at the same time. However, it was too agile, and every hit you tried to land was a gamble. The feeling of dread was overwhelming as you grew more and more fatigued, and your arms felt like lead as you tried to steady them to get an accurate hit.

Ouch. What was that feeling in your chest? Your breathing was so laboured that it was hard to focus on any other feeling other than your lungs compressing and your arms sagging down. Borderline hyperventilating, you look down for a moment, only to see a pale blue icicle lodged into your abdomen, slowly being stained crimson by your blood. Shit. Now you could feel the pain. You cried out, too disoriented to even notice the tall figure in the distance hopping off a motorcycle and rushing towards your direction.

Your vision blurred, and you found yourself collapsing to the ground. But you weren't unconscious, not yet. This is where I die. You thought. You were already accepting fate as you awaited one last sharp icicle through your heart to end it all, but it never came. Instead, from what you could make out from the shapes and colours in your vision, the wanderer seemed to have dropped to the floor as well. How ironic.

The last thing you remember was a strangely familiar voice calling out your name repeatedly, shaking you awake. "___! ___! Can you hear me?" The voice called out worriedly. You felt compelled to respond, to assure them that you were alive and breathing, but the abyss consuming your thoughts seemed to beckon you in warmly, and you couldn't help but shut your eyes and give in...

Blinking a few times in rapid succession, the first thing you recognised was the smell of medicine, and the feeling of being carried in someone's arms. Then your vision began to come back, and soon enough, the lights of a hospital seared across your corneas, blinding you momentarily. When you could finally see clearly, you craned your head only to realise you were being rushed into... Akso hospital? Impossible. Weren't you just in the N109 zone?

You looked up to question your teammates about it, but as you drifted your gaze upwards to your carrier, you saw... Sylus?! Your face heated up at the sight of your friend (crush..ahem...) carrying you bridal style. His ruby red eyes snapped to yours, and you noticed his pupils dilating as he saw that you were awake. "__, you're awake." He heaved a sigh of relief, but his pace never faltered. Even though your throat was parched, you still managed to cough out a few sentences. "Sylus... why are we at Akso hospital? How did you find me?" You coughed out.

He went silent for a moment. "I happened to be in the area when I saw what happened. And it was very fortunate I was. But there's no readily available medical services near the outskirts of the N109 zone, so my first instinct was to bring you to the city." Sylus explained softly. "Please save your voice, __. Your condition sounds terrible."

Soon enough, he stopped in front of a room. It looked... weirdly familiar. Wasting no time, Sylus didn't bother to knock but wordlessly entered the room and laid you down on the treatment bed while explaining to the doctor what happened, scarily calm.

"...what? This is..." you heard the doctor mutter, and his voice sounded breathless, and it was followed by frantic scribbling of pen on paper. You gently turned your head to the left, trying to identify the doctor in the room. That's when you locked eyes with Zayne. His eyes widened, and he quickly looked away, as if your gaze had scorched him. You could see Sylus' eyebrow raise in the corner of your eye and the look on his face when he realised who Zayne was. And then you spotted a mischievous smirk growing on his face.

However, Zayne wasted no time in making his way to you, applying various ointments and creams to injuries on your skin, and bandaging where you had gotten injured by the icicle through your chest. You could feel his usually steady hands tremble as he tightened the bandage, his breathing ever so slightly uneven. After he was done, he gave you a cup of water, and the pain had definitely been alleviated by a significant amount.

After a thorough (and very awkward) check-up under Sylus' watchful eye, you were ordered to visit the hospital once for a check-up for 3 days, and if your condition improved, you could stop coming back. "One last thing. May I know what your relationship with the patient is? We need to know this for documentation purposes." Zayne addresses Sylus, pen in hand. Sylus glances at you, then glances back at Zayne.

"I'm her boyfriend." Sylus states proudly, smirking at you.

Zayne looked taken aback, a frown barely visible on his face as he wrote it down, his pen hitting the clipboard harder than usual. Then, he simply nodded, and gestured for Sylus to leave the room, but for you to remain. "I need to speak to the patient privately." Zayne said. Sylus shot him a curious look, then turned to you. "Will you be alright by yourself, dear?" He quips endearingly.

You only laugh, replying, "It'll be quick, don't worry. Right, doctor Zayne?" To which the dark-haired man nodded stiffly. Sylus huffs playfully, and winks at you before exiting the room.

Once the door clicks shut, Zayne turns to face you. "It's been a while." He begins, treading carefully. "It has. What exactly do you have to speak to me about privately?" You ask coldly, a stark contrast to your warm tone with your supposed boyfriend just now.

A beat of silence ensues. "Who's that?" Zayne finally asks. You were getting annoyed now. This was less than professional of him. "Didn't you hear him? Sylus is my boyfriend." You enunciate your last sentence word by word. The doctor looked displeased; his lips pressed into a thin line and his grip on the table tightening before he said, "I didn't know you found another boyfriend fast. Is that why you ended things between us?"

You sigh. This conversation was exhilarating. "Look, Zayne. You don't have a place in my life to care about what I do anymore and who I'm with. And I didn't end things with you because I had feelings for another person - hell, I didn't even know him when we were dating!" You spat; venom interjected into your voice. For a second, he tried to retaliate, but just ended up looking like a fool as no words came out of his mouth in his defense.

"Stop trying to victimize yourself, and stop trying to paint me as the villain by insinuating that I ended things because I had feelings for someone else. We broke up because you clearly didn't have enough time for me, end of story."

A knock at the door prevented you from going even further, from making sure your words left a dent in that dense head of his. A cheerful voice called from outside, "Zayne! I have your lunch with me, open up~!" Ah.

You took that as your cue to leave, leaving behind a stunned Zayne as you curtly bowed your head at MC while going out the door.

"__." You heard your name being called. Turning to the side, you were met with Sylus, grinning like the Chesire cat. "Sylus." You smirk at him. "Soo... my boyfriend, huh?" You question flippantly. "Yes. Although, you must give me another chance to properly confess my feelings to you. That just now... forget it ever happened. Someone like you deserves an extravagant confession, so wait patiently, alright?"

Hearing this, your eyes widened as you stared blankly at him. You could feel your face warming up, the reality of it all sinking in. "What, cat got your tongue?" Sylus purrs, pressing a kiss on the corner of your lips. "You're so forward!" You exclaim, putting your hands on his chest to push him away from your embarrassed form.

"That I am. Don't lie, you like it." He teases, making you even more flustered. "Maybe I do." You shoot back, linking arms with him.

"Do you want to go back to your apartment to watch some movies and get some rest? My motorcycle is parked outside the hospital, just make sure to hold on tight. I'll go slow."

"I thought you'd never ask."

taglist: @noxellaa , @boopershnooper , @aboobie , @blorbohunter , @notisekais , @justpassingdontworry

#zayne x reader #sylus x reader #love and deepspace #zayne angst #zayne x mc #sylus x you #sylus angst #sylus fluff #love and deepspace sylus #love and deepspace zayne #sylus #zayne

506 notes · View notes

shadowbriar · 5 months ago

Text

Bucky Barnes — Dishwasher

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x (she/her) wife!Reader Word Count : 1.5k Warning : None? Synopsis : Bucky knew that he was a man out of time, but never would he expect that this world no longer accepts home appliances as presents. Notes : If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

Bucky’s palms were starting to sweat. He knows when she’ll return home, down to its minutes, but he still couldn’t shake the jitters that were brewing up his spine. He has more than enough window to finish his quest, perhaps even sparing himself a good other hour to clean up any possible mess and wipe the apartment clean before she could smell anything amiss, but with the ticking of the clock taunting on him, agitation was starting to pool a little thicker in his gut.

He taps on his watch, wondering where the technicians that were supposed to be here half an hour ago might be at. The drive from the store to their apartment shouldn’t be that complicated. He’s written in bold font the address and their unit number. There should be no issue for them to find it.

He was just about to ring the store when the doorbell rang.

“Mr. Barnes?” one of the technicians asked, looking at the clipboard in his hand “You ordered a dishwasher, Sir?”

“Yes,” Bucky answers with a slightly annoyed grunt “I’ve been expecting you.”

The technician shows a corporate disinterested smile, walking in the apartment as his partner wheeled the boxed item.

“Where do you want us to install it, Sir?”

“Right here,” Bucky says as he pulls the cabinet door that hid their old dishwasher “Could you bring the old one with you? I’d rather not leave any trace of mischief for my wife to find.”

“Of course,” the technician says as he begins to unbox the appliance “Wait, you didn’t make this your wife’s Christmas present, right?”

Bucky frowns, shaking his head with his brows knitted, “No, why?”

“Cause the guy at the last house did and that was a bad scene, man,” the other guy finally speaks up.

“Bad scene, why?” Bucky’s arms were folded to his chest now “They didn’t like the dishwasher?”

“No,” the first guy snorted with his laugh “They didn’t like it, alright.”

“The wife was insulted. Said home appliances don’t count as a gift,” the second guy further explained as he begins to take out the tools to install the item “She said it’s not fair that she always gets ‘gifts’ that are just things that their household needs to function while he gets all the niche personalised presents.”

“Not going to lie, I felt bad for the lady,” first guy chimed in “It was a bloodbath there, man. She was yelling and crying by the time we finished installing the dishwasher. Poor woman, I hope the husband found her something better for Christmas.”

Bucky could only nod in agreement. The crease on his forehead only gets deeper as the technicians continue their story. A new sense of guilt and anxiety brewed in his stomach. Perhaps the dishwasher wasn’t a great idea, afterall.

At first, he thought giving out a lie to a random technician about whether or not the item was his Christmas gift for her wife would never bring any harm. These men are just strangers that need not know any of his business, anyway. But now that they’ve told the story of their last customer, Bucky wonders if he should’ve just answered truthfully and see if these men have any better ideas for a replacement gift.

In his defence, the dishwasher was something she said was listed in her wishlist. He got her the very one she pointed at when they went to the electronic store the other day, down to the very colour that she said was her favourite. He thought that this would be the grand gift to reveal for her, the grandiose early Christmas present that would get her jumping and squealing in excitement, but having the story sinking into his brain now, such fantasy might not be the reality he’ll witness.

Bucky knew that he was a man out of time. That the world has progressed in ways that his mind couldn’t catch up still, but never would he expect that this world no longer accepts home appliances as presents. Perhaps he needs to whip out that notebook of his again and relearn the rules of gift giving in the twenty-first century.

—-

“Doll,” Bucky starts while his fingers cut through the meat of his dinner, trying his best to act as nonchalant as he could “I have a proposal to offer.”

She nods, chewing her food, “I’m listening.”

“Since you’re pretty busy with work and I have the whole month off from missions, why don’t I take the kitchen duty? I’ll cook our meals, make our coffee, wash the dishes, everything that’s involved in the kitchen, I’ll take care of it.”

Her head darts up to face him, an impressed smile tugs on the corner of her lips, “Okay..? Why?”

“Just wanted to take some of the burden off your shoulders,” Bucky lies through his teeth, shrugging “I’ve seen just how tired you’ve been lately. It’s the least I could do.”

“You’re very sweet,” she replies as she places a small kiss to his forearm “I’ll take the laundry duty, then.”

Bucky smiles, nodding in agreement.

His brain has been wiring since the technicians left their apartment. He wonders what he could get for her that would match the brilliance of the dishwasher that he thought would have been. He tries to squeeze the essence of his memory, trying to find anything that she might have mentioned that he could get for her, but everything she’s ever told, he’s bought, and he still wasn’t sure if there would be anything bigger than the dishwasher.

Now priding himself as a good husband, how could he not know what his wife wants most?

—-

In his defence, a twenty minutes longer sleep was something he earned for all the hard work he’s done in the kitchen for the past week. Bucky has made every meal, every coffee and every snack that he’s promised to make. He’s taken out the trash without being asked and has done all the dishes before the grease could even set on their plate. Now he might be a supersoldier, alright, but waking up early to brew some coffee and make breakfast was still something he’s not accustomed to and letting his eyes rest a little bit longer feels like a reward he’s very well earned.

So now he finds himself buried under the many layers of their blankets. The fluffiness of their pillows and how the scent of her shampoo still lingers on them made him drown in the pool of comfortness. He snuggles tighter to the pillows, burying his face on the softness of its fabric, before slumber was abruptly yanked off of his feet.

“Good morning,” she says after jumping right on top of him, now sitting on his stomach with a teeth-rotting grin “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sweetheart,” Bucky grunts, smiling through the regret of his lost doze “You’re up early.”

“No, I woke up on time. You’re just taking a little more nap than usual,” she answers as showers his jaw with kisses “When were you going to tell me?”

His eyebrows knit, trying to understand her words with a brain that’s still partially asleep, “Tell you what?”

“That you got me the dishwasher.”

Bucky’s eyes shot wide. His blue fraught-filled eyes were clashing against her fevered ones. He studies her face, trying to find any trace of disappointment or anger, but the only things he could find were the lovely creases around her eyes and the big grin that he thought must’ve ache her cheeks after a while.

He sits up, leaning against the bed frame as he tries to assess his situation better. Wrath was devoid from her face. She was jumping a little, evidently excited upon unravelling his confidence. Something that he wasn’t sure how to react to now.

“You’re not mad?” he asks instead.

“Why would I be mad? You got me the dishwasher!” she exclaims, placing another kiss to his lips “I was planning to get it next week after my Christmas bonus is in, but here you are playing Santa. You’re quite literally crossing wishes off my list. I love you.”

“I love you,” he answers “But— You’re sure you’re not mad?”

She sits up, studying his attentive manner with a raised brow, “Why would I be mad?”

“Because the technicians said home appliances don’t count as presents anymore,” Bucky answers, looking further lost “They said dishwashers don’t count as Christmas presents.”

“Sure, they do! Home appliances or not, a present is a present,” she argues “It’ll only be an insult if all your gifts are home appliances. That wouldn’t count as Christmas presents. But that’s not what you’re doing. You’re giving me something that I want, which so happens to be a dishwasher.”

Bucky closes his eyes, letting out a sigh, “I am so confused right now. I thought I ruined your Christmas.”

“On the contrary, you’ve just made my Christmas,” she beams, pampering his face with little kisses “I love you, thank you.”

“I love you, Doll,” with his eyes still closed, Bucky pulls her face to his chest, trying to tame her excitement a little so he could recollect the drowsiness that was slipping off his fingertips “Does this mean I can forfeit from kitchen duties, now that you’ve found the surprise?”

She looks up, resting her chin to his chest with a satisfied laughter, “Yes, baby, we can get back to our usual schedule now.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes scenario #bucky barnes scenarios #bucky barnes x oc

666 notes · View notes

deminetly · 1 month ago

Text

𓏵 YOUTUBE VIDEO IDEAS

──────────────────

┆ FASHION RELATED

thrift flipping random items my friend chose me

styling clothes I no longer like

closet cleanout

personalising something (your purse, bike, car, etc)

recreating pinterest outfits

how to find your style/finding my style

clothes Id buy if l was rich

current favourite fashion trends

wearing clothes wrong (scarf as shirt for example

recreating met gala outfits

letting my followers/friends style me

styling my followers

my favourite clothing items

how to spice up a boring outfit

making outfits based on random theme suggestions

upcycling my old clothes

jewellery collection

thrift haul + try on + styling

predicting fashion trends

how to dress more whimsical

weird fashion trends that actually existed

the science hehind why certain colors look good on you (explaining undertones, color theory and how to find your best shades)

only wearing old trends

my favourite trends

letting strangers pick my outfits from a thrift store

─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─

┆ ART RELATED

guessing the prices of modern art

playing roblox speed draw until I win

drawing in weird conditions (in the dark/underwater/with your non doninant hand)

recreating famous paintings

trying out different art styles

guessing/making up the meanings behind famous pieces

turning random scribbles into masterpieces

can I spot the Al generated piece

trying to create a masterpiece with the cheapest materials

attempting to find my art style

drawing the same thing in ten minutes vs an hour

redesigning companies logos

redesigning cartoon characters (in my art style)

drawing how I think book characters/places look

painting scnenes from my dreams while telling you about them

making a piece of art only using materials from nature

turning my followers’ pinterest boards into characters/stories/pieces of art

reviewing my followers’ art

trying to draw random characters completely from memory

drawing a self portrait from memory

drawing a self portrait in different styles

rating my fanart

doing random art exercises

─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─

┆ …EVERY DAY FOR A WEEK CHALLANGES

trying a new hobby...

getting of my comfort zone (doing something uncomfortable...)

going on side quests alone...

trying out new styles...

dressing like 90s movie characters...

doing something nice...

watching a different movie...

letting followers/friends control my life...

listening to a new genre of music...

turning into my favourite characters...

letting my followers/friends style me…

interviewing strangers about their weirdest dream (or any other topic)…

testing out a new morning/night/writing/etc routine…

only wearing old trends…

reading/writing a short story…

watching a horror film…

helping out a stranger…

─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─

┆ JUST VIBES / RANDOM

trinket collection/favourite trinkets

trinket hunting at the thrift store

whats in my bag

whats in my junk drawer

movie/book/music recs

character customizing (dyeng hair, getting nails done, etc)

reading my old journals

redesigning famous album covers/movie posters

going randonauticaing

turning into my favourite character for a day (dressing and acting like your favourite character)

rating media Ive consumed lately (movies, books)

room/car tour

being productive for a week

reading my followers confessions

doing public dares (with your friend/alone with dares that your followers submitted)

my wishlist

things I want in my future home/things I love in houses

my (month) favourites

weird facebook marketplace finds (+buying them?)

decorating my purse

hobby ideas

weird girl hobby ideas

trying new hairstyles and makeup looks

reading reddit confessions/AITA stories

career ideas if you like…

24h without my phone

replacing my screentime with isolation

putting the same writing prompt in story writing generators and ranking them

opening mystery jewellery bags

short film / short film ideas

stop motion film

the history of literally anything (journaling for example)

what Id buy if I was rich / wishlist

how to take good pictures / picture and pose ideas for photoshoots

rating my old pinterest boards and playlists

playing cozy games

making my room more whimsical / how to make your room more whimsical

attempting to follow a reciepe in another language

random dreams Ive had (+why you think you had them, their meaning, did it predict something?)

guessing how magic tricks work + learning them

revisiting childhood (trying your old hobbies, watching old favourite movies, etc)

trying to write a poem with random words that a random word generator gives me

interviewing strangers about their weirdest dream (or any other topic)

creating my own religion

creating my own holiday and celebrating it

reacting to beauty standars from different countries (and trying to look like that)

trying to do my followers homework

analysing a movie/book

asmr

how to add whimsy into your life

what your … says about you

answering strange questions

journaling prompts/questions for deep thinkers

my thoughts on …

creating a soundtrack for my life

reacting to embarrasing stories

reacting to mandala effects

taking uquizzes

asking strangers “whats the most interesting thing about you?”

letting a yes or no wheel decide my fate for a day

going out and collecting things for my junk journal

inventing my own country and language

letting strangers write a story sentence by sentence

testing creativity techniques for a day

designing my dream life

conspiracy theories that I believe in

reacting to random conspiracy theories

romanticising life

choosing 5 things from all of the bucketlists ive ever made and completeing them

taking random personality tests

─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─

┆ RATING MY FOLLOWERS…

…letterboxd top 4

…style

…music taste

…instagram profiles

…rooms

…pictures as kids

…dreams

…deepest secrets

…crushes

…wishlists

…favourite (movies, songs,etc)

…journals

265 notes · View notes