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Best Event Ticketing Systems for Nonprofits: A Comprehensive Guide
Selecting the best event ticketing system is crucial for nonprofits aiming to streamline their fundraising efforts and enhance event management. This guide explores some of the top platforms tailored for nonprofits, considering user-friendliness, cost, and features.
EventBookings: Event Ticketing made simple
EventBookings is a comprehensive event management platform that simplifies the entire event lifecycle. From seamless online ticketing and registration to efficient promotion and attendee engagement, EventBookings offers a user-friendly solution for organizing successful events.
Eventbrite: A Versatile Option
Eventbrite is a versatile platform suitable for small and large nonprofits. Its user-friendly interface and customizable features make it an excellent choice for organizations of various sizes.
GiveSignup (formerly RunSignup): Ideal for Fundraisers
For nonprofits organizing run/walk fundraisers, GiveSignup (formerly RunSignup) offers specialized features. From fundraising pages to donation options and volunteer management, this platform caters to the specific needs of fundraising events.
Bizzabo: All-In-One Event Management
Bizzabo is an all-in-one event management platform suitable for more significant nonprofit events. With features like ticketing, event websites, and attendee engagement tools, Bizzabo provides a comprehensive solution for organizations hosting substantial events.
Qgiv: Focused Fundraising Solutions
Qgiv focuses on fundraising solutions and includes options for event ticketing. Nonprofits can benefit from reduced processing fees, making it an attractive choice for organizations looking to maximize their fundraising efforts.
Little Green Light: All-in-One Solution for Smaller Nonprofits
Little Green Light integrates donor management with event ticketing, providing an all-in-one solution for smaller nonprofits. With affordable pricing and no additional ticketing fees, it's a budget-friendly option.
Ticket Tailor: Simplicity and Low-Cost Structure
Known for its simplicity and cost-effectiveness, Ticket Tailor allows nonprofits to sell event tickets directly without high fees or subscriptions. It is an ideal choice for organizations seeking straightforward pricing.
Bloomerang: Donor Engagement Emphasis
Bloomerang focuses on donor engagement and integrates event management features, including ticketing. This platform suits nonprofits looking for a comprehensive solution to manage donors and events seamlessly.
Kindful: Integrated Donor and Event Management
Kindful combines donor management with event ticketing, offering a seamless experience for nonprofits. Organizations can negotiate customizable pricing based on their specific needs, ensuring a tailored solution.
Factors to Consider in Selection
When choosing an event ticketing system, nonprofits should consider user-friendliness, cost, features, and specific organizational requirements. Additionally, exploring special nonprofit pricing or discounts can further optimize selection.
Optimizing Fundraising Efforts
Selecting the right event ticketing system is crucial for maximizing the budget for fundraising efforts. Aligning the chosen platform with the unique needs of the nonprofit ensures a strategic approach to fundraising success.
User-Friendly Platforms for Non-Tech-Savvy Organizations
Platforms with intuitive interfaces are crucial for nonprofits with varying levels of tech-savviness. Minimizing the learning curve ensures efficient utilization of the chosen event ticketing system.
Customization and Branding Features
The ability to customize event pages and incorporate branding features contributes to a cohesive and professional image. Nonprofits should prioritize platforms that offer these customization options.
Enhancing Attendee Experience
Seamless ticketing processes directly impact attendee satisfaction. Choosing a platform with features that contribute to a positive overall experience ensures the success of nonprofit events.
Conclusion
In conclusion, selecting the best event ticketing system is a strategic decision for nonprofits. Each platform offers unique features catering to different organizational needs. By considering user-friendliness, cost, and customization options, nonprofits can make an informed choice that optimizes their fundraising efforts.
Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)
How do I choose the best event ticketing system for my nonprofit?
Consider user-friendliness, cost, features, and specific organizational requirements. Explore platforms offering special nonprofit pricing or discounts.
What platforms are suitable for smaller nonprofits with a limited budget?
Ticket Tailor and Little Green Light are cost-effective options with straightforward pricing and no additional ticketing fees.
Are there event ticketing systems designed explicitly for fundraisers?
Yes, GiveSignup (formerly RunSignup) and Qgiv are specialized in fundraising solutions, offering features tailored for fundraising events.
How can customization and branding features enhance our nonprofit events?
Customization and branding contribute to a cohesive and professional image, creating a positive impression on attendees.
What role does the chosen event ticketing system play in enhancing the attendee experience?
A seamless ticketing process directly impacts attendee satisfaction, ensuring a positive overall experience during nonprofit events.
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"THE CEREMONY- To Sakurai Atsushi. An Announcement."
.....fuck, it's been two weeks since I've read anything so ominous, it was like getting dumped with cold water all over again.
More and more I'm glad they settled everything for him and finished everything before even telling anyone. The fewer shocks to the system the better.
EDIT: Basically in Tokyo at one of the larger live venues in early December you can purchase a small ticket for a timeslot to show up and it sounds like leave a memorial of some sort and also pick up a photo memento they will prepare, I assume something will also be playing in the background, who knows. The announcement doesn't have a lot of details. Since they are breaking this down into multiple timeslots broken up over two days, this doesn't seem to be something you are meant to especially linger at, but just have your moment and then depart most likely.
I hope they do this not just in Tokyo, it's a bit brutal to just do it in one place. At least Nagoya or Osaka as well, i don't know.
Anyway, that's what's going on.
#buck tick#sakurai atsushi#atsushi sakurai#the price of the ticket is about $15 this whole event sounds like it is at-cost at best so nothing duplicitous going on#I'm sure anything additional will go to his son or a charity or something#they will provide a memorial photo and a flower at the venue so any other expense is venue electricity staff etc
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I want to draw more Eadwulf and Adi dances but instead of like, the classy ballroom dances I've done for them previously the brain is just chanting 'lap dance' over and over. So like. lap dance incoming.
#tbf#Eadwulf has Absolutely bought more lap dances from Adi than he has proper ballroom dates#he is a step away from finding an excuse for more ballroom dances tho#Like maybe finding a charity he can prop up as the reason for renting out a ballroom hiring a band and selling tickets for the event.#make it big and swanky but keep it open to as many people as possible to reduce the risk of people noticing Adi's presence too much#Like more because he knows Adi absolutely does not want the big wigs of the city to know hes selling and Eadwulf is buying#than any shame on Eadwulf's part in that. Hes smitten with the kitten and would happily show him off if Adi let him
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not me accidentally ending up at the world premier of his dark materials season 3 last night, meeting all the puppeteers and Amir Wilson and ending up on BAFTA Cymru and hisdarkmaterialsofficial Instagram stories-
Anyway the next season is looking to be GOOD guys
#how the fuck did I manage this#simple I want to support independent cinema I see HDM event I click buy tickets#I turn up in a charity shop jumper and leggings and it’s a FUCKING BAFTA CYMRU EVENT#hdm#his dark materials#his dark materials season 3#hdm bbc#hdm season 3#hdm s3
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There's so much misinformation going around about the boycott list and the controversy with the met gala...
#its crazy because the same thing happened last year where they were mad at politicans for attending#but they are required to be there and dont pay for their tickets#and even celebrities had to make it clear that they dont pay for their tickets#and that the met is a charity event to fundraise for an art museum
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why do people forget the met gala is a charity event for the preservation of fashion constume and that fashion isn’t frivolous and is often very tied into society like i understand the criticism but i feel like people aren’t looking at the met gala as a whole and you obviously condemn the occupation and displacement of palastines but comparing the met gala to the hunger games would be ignoring the whole purpose of the event and taking it out of context
#like that’s why the tickets are expensive bc it’s a charity event#idk especially with the art world already being taken over by ai it’s really sad seeing people completely miss what the met gala is doing#off my soap box now
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Billion Dollar Baby - Grid x Billionare! Reader x Lewis Hamilton (Rom) Part 1
Plot: Girlie loves Formula One, but she also loved Chaos and Drama so she offers the FIA/ the F1 Teams 300 million to do a race … for her under her rules!
Credit to ladygagasource
As a billionaire with a net worth of over 90 billion pounds to your name and your name alone and having multiple stable corporations and investments in loads of different sectors and having donated overly generous amounts to charity, you couldn't help but start to find more interesting ways to invest your money.
You had 7 homes, all around the world completely paid off with about double the amount of cars, whether they were super cars, vintage cars or personalized cars. A private jet, 3 vacation homes and an island.
You lived a lavish life but you worked extremely hard for it, there wasn't really a moment you weren't working.
But you had your hobbies, the theatre (specifically WestEnd), travelling (when you had time away from work) you'd been really getting into sport.
Particularly F1 was an interest of yours. You'd put forward money into McLaren and given them upgrades from your various companies both tech wise and team wear wise.
But you were so intrigued with the sport and the difference from F2.
In F2, the cars were pretty much all the same and it was fully on driver capability. Whereas in F1 you could be a cracking driver but depending on the team you were in you were in a shit box car.
And that's why you were now currently stood in the paddock at Silverstone.
You'd proposed ... to the FIA a race, where you'd pay for driver - team switches that you could choose and run it as a charity event so any tickets sold went to charities chosen by the drivers.
And everyone loved it. I mean why wouldn't they. It wasn't like the teams were loosing out on money because you were paying them to build another car and for the drivers it was just a bit of fun to experience another car.
So here you were, in front of 20 drivers, 10 team principles, some CEO's of the teams, some FIA representatives and some media personal.
"Hello everyone!" you smile awkwardly. Even though you'd done presentations in front of many many people this felt really daunting to you.
A chorus of mumbles and hello's back to you occurred before you stand there awkwardly. Someone was supposed to introduce you, that's what you were told when you first got here but no-one was attempting to come up on stage to help you so you just laugh.
"So apparently no one is coming up to introduce me... so erm if you don't know who i am I'm Y/N Y/L/N and I've proposed money to each of your teams and the FIA to create a charity race where I switch drivers into different cars... Formula 1 really intrigues me to see how you all are naturally talented drivers and that the car really does matter... and i think it will be really interesting for the fans. It's a great opportunity for the teams and drivers to make special merch and special helmets and I just think as drivers it will be a really great experience for all of you!" you grin and there was mumbles questions thrown at you till you PR manager came up next to you to calm everyone down.
"One at a time please!" he says in his gruff masculine voice.
"Are you choosing which teams we go to?" Lando asks first, and you nodded.
"Are teams making a different car? Or?" he asks and you shake you head.
"Teams will rebuild the exact car that they have now. It will just be other drivers inside the car. Do you guys want to hear where you'll be?" you ask and a chorus of agreement flows through the room.
"Okay, so first up our two Red Bull Drivers. Current Champions of both Constructor and Drivers. Max Verstappen, you will be going to Williams. And Sergio Perez you will be going to Haas!" you start and gasps surround.
"So we aren't staying with our current team mate?" Lewis asks looking over to George.
"Okay, as for the current Ferrari Drivers, Charles you will be going to McLaren and Carlos after your announcement of joining Nico in Sauber for 2025 i thought it would be fun to give you a ... test run so you are going to Sauber!" you cheer and they both nod.
"Okay then for my McLaren boys I got Oscar to Ferrari and Lando to ... Red Bull!" you grin and Lando looks down with a laugh and shake of his head. Being a McLaren sponsor meant you spent a lot of time around the paddock with the pair of them.
"Next our Mercedes men, Lewis will be joining Max in Williams" you smirk making Lewis shake his head, you'd always liked teasing Lewis having had a relationship at one point and ending on good terms due to work stresses and struggles.
"And George will be in Aston Martin!" you smile and he nods.
"As for Aston Martin, Fernando you'll be driving alongside Carlos as a Spanish Duo in Sauber and Lance well your dad offered me money to put you in Red Bull but thought that wasn't the spirt of the charity event so Alpine for you!" you grin and you can tell some of the drivers, including Lance are trying not to laugh.
"Visa Cash App Racing Bulls, fuck me that's a mouthful erm Dani Ric you my friend are going to ... Aston Martin nice one and my favrioute driver ... sorry Lando and Oscar but he's literally my son ... Yuki my love you'll be in Red Bull with Lando!" you smile and he fits the air happily before nodding at you in thanks.
"Nico, Kevin Haas hasn't actually been all that bad for you guys this year. You've had great drivers however ... Kevin to Mercedes and Nico to RB!" you smile.
"Williams duo. You guys will be moving up. Logan i think you'll really really suit Ferrari red and Alex you better like Papaya coz you'll be joining Charles in McLaren!" you smile and Logan's face lights up being in a top team. This was really his opportunity to prove himself and that he was a great driver.
"Alpine ... not been an easy season for you guys unfortunately ... Pierre you'll be joining Mercedes and Esteban you'll drive for Haas"
"And finally our Stake Sauber whatever your team name is called will be moving ... Zhou to Alpine and Valtteri to Racing Bulls!"
"I hope this interests you all and you are all excited for the race in two months!" you say and you stay behind talking to some of the drivers until one is left.
"Hey baby" you smirk at Lewis as he leans against the door frame.
"I don't think I'll ever get over you calling me baby" he smiles softly and you smile back.
"Of course you wont ... baby" you grin.
"I'm excited for this race but I can't believe you .. put me in a Williams!" he exclaims and you just laugh before flattening out the lapels of his blazer before looking up at him.
"Cant make it easy for you, I wanna see you fight. You've lost your spark Lew!" you sigh looking over him.
Yours and Lewis relationship came to and end in 2021, just after he'd lost the championship. Said he needed to be more focused on his career. Baring in mind you'd been dating for 5 years before that.
"I-I know, it's not been the same since ..." he trails off and you nod.
"Since Max won... I know!" he smile at him, rubbing his shoulder, but after hearing you he takes a step back.
"No, since we ended things!" he sighs and you look over him in confusion.
"Lew..." you start and he shakes his head.
"I know it was mutual, but you were it for me. You ... you still are Y/N. I want you back and I know you aren't ready right now but you are the one thing i will and always will continue to fight for, fuck another championship ... fuck even another race win. I want you back though and I promise you i'll prove it!" he says looking over you, tears filling in your eyes as he pulls you into his chest, hugging you while stroking your hair.
"Ohhhh Lewis, what are you doing to me..." you laugh, because if you don't you'll cry.
"I'll see you in two months Lew!" you smile and walk out the door. He looks a little gutted your leaving but you need him to prove that he'll try.
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Playing From the Rough | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley agrees to play in a charitable golf tournament as long as you tag along. When he tells off a professional golfer for being rude and then beats him at his own game, Bradley braces himself for the consequences. But it's you the professional decides to take it out on. Guess he didn't get the memo: don't mess with the Bradshaws.
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, mentions of smut, mentions of blood, non consensual touching
Length: 3800 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Beautiful banner by @mak-32
"Come on, Rooster. We need a fourth golfer," Bob coaxed, handing Bradley another beer at the Hard Deck. "It's a foursome, not a threesome. And it's for charity."
Bradley sipped the drink and thought about how he'd have to spend a whole weekend day away from you, and he really just wasn't feeling it. The two of you were enjoying that newlywed bubble you'd been living in. Recently, Saturdays had been reserved for sleeping in late, walking the dog, and fucking.
"Wow, I guess Bradshaw just hates charitable events for children's hospitals," Jake drawled, sipping on his glass of bourbon. "Come on. Be a sport. Payback and Fanboy are deployed. We need one more to make a team."
Bradley sighed. "Let me check with my wife."
"Bring her," Coyote said, lining up a shot at the pool table. "We get two extra tickets. She can drive a golf cart and drink beers all day if she wants."
Bradley cocked his head to the side before he turned to look at you and Nat taking shots up at the bar. "Who else would come?" he asked the guys. "With the other extra ticket?"
But Coyote had followed his gaze. "Give it to Nat. They'd have fun."
"They can be our cheerleaders," Jake said with a smirk.
Bradley snorted. "Don't hold your breath. I think drinking, heckling, and hitting us with the golf carts would be more their speed."
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"Roo."
Bradley woke up to you pushing your fingers back through his hair, and he groaned. It was just before six in the morning, and you were rubbing yourself against his leg and kissing his neck. He realized he had an erection before he could even remember what day it was, and then he groaned louder.
You and he had to be at the gold course for the charitable fundraiser in about an hour. Bradley wrapped his hands around your waist. "We need to get up, Baby Girl."
"No," you whispered. "You need to fuck me. I'm so horny."
"Shit," he sighed, glancing at the time on his phone. "We can't. We'll be late."
"Roo!" you whined, thoroughly unaccustomed to being told no when it came to anything, but especially when it was something you wanted in bed. Bradley was weak for you in that way.
"I'll make it up to you later, after I'm all sweaty and you've had even more time to get wound up," he promised, squeezing your ass.
You moaned softly next to his ear. "You better. I want it twice."
"Three times," he replied with a smirk as he got out of bed. He watched you get dressed in a little tropical print pleated skirt and a sleeveless white golf shirt. And nothing else. "Are you planning on wearing any underwear?" he asked, following you into the bathroom.
"No," you told him casually, bending over at the sink to wash your face. He could see your bare pussy. You were doing this intentionally to mess with him. This is what he got for telling you no sex. "Fuck."
When he came up behind you, clearly having a change of heart, you stepped away from him and said, "We don't want to be late." He watched you walk back into the bedroom with your chin in the air. Oh, he'd get you good later.
Once you were holding two travel mugs of coffee and Bradley had his golf bag, he followed you out to the Bronco. He tossed his clubs in the back and then buckled your seatbelt. He let his palm rest on your thigh as he leaned in to kiss you.
"You're going to look so pretty sitting in the golf cart and cheering for me," he said, trying not to laugh.
"If anything, you're my trophy husband," you replied with a laugh as you kissed his scarred cheek.
"I love you," he promised before closing the passenger door and heading out.
The weather was perfect, the sky was blue, and when you and Bradley arrived at the golf course, the others were already there. The four of them were wearing matching golf shirts emblazoned with Top Gun on the back along with white pants. Bradley wasn't the best golfer by any stretch of the imagination. He usually just tagged along because it was fun, and today was no different. They were raising money for a local children's hospital, and some of the kids were present.
Bradley smiled at the children who were waving to them after they got checked in. "They'd probably love some pictures with you guys," you whispered, running your hand up Bradley's bicep.
"Nah," Bradley replied. "There are some TV stars and musicians here. I don't think they care about us."
But you pushed him and Jake toward the kids, and their little faces lit up. Soon Bob was handing out some pins with wings that said Top Gun, and you took pictures while the kids asked questions about aviation.
Bradley ended up sitting with a little girl named Abigail who asked him a million questions about his Super Hornet, but he didn't mind. He loved kids. But it was almost time to get started, so he stood and gave her a high five. And he posed for one more photo that you took before he headed to one of the golf carts.
"That was sweet of you to pose for pictures with the kids," you told him as you slipped into the driver's seat.
"It was sweet of you to take all the photos," he replied, sitting next to you and kissing your cheek.
"Ready?" Coyote asked, taking a seat in the back. Bradley watched Nat tear off in the other cart with Bob and Jake barely hanging on. You followed them to the first tee at a much slower pace, and Bradley was happy to see that there were more kids among the spectators.
He played the first few holes pretty well. Surprisingly, he was keeping up with Javy and Jake. You and Nat were half watching and half laughing with some drinks in your hands, but Bradley just wanted you to have a good time.
And you were definitely making sure he was having a good time. Whenever he met your gaze, you ran your fingers up your bare thigh or licked your lips. He was probably playing so well because he knew what was in store for him later. Probably a blowjob to start, but you'd definitely let him finish in your pussy. When he checked the time on his phone, he saw a text from you.
Baby Girl Bradshaw: I'm really horny.
He groaned. You were hot for him and texting him from twenty feet away. He texted you back before tucking his phone away so he could tee off.
Behave, or I'll spank you.
Bradley thought he could hear you moan from the golf cart. But that sweet sound was soon drowned out by someone else.
"Jesus Christ. I told him to fuck off! He doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about. And his golf swing looks like a piece of shit, too."
It was a guy about his age, swearing up a storm in front of all the kids. Bradley clenched and unclenched his fist in his glove. Sure, he could appreciate the subtle art of the f-word, but not in front of families with kids representing the charity! There was a time and a place. Like bullshitting at the bar or whispering dirty stuff in your wife's ear.
"Rooster, you're up," Javy called, and Bradley rolled his shoulders and walked away.
But this prick was still running his mouth at the next hole. Bradley didn't know how he got unlucky enough to have to play next to this idiot, but he couldn't take much more. And when he looked up and saw Abigail and her parents, he decided that was enough.
"Hey man, do you mind?" Bradley asked him, and then he was met with cold, gray eyes.
"I'm sorry, but who the fuck are you?" the prick responded, sizing Bradley up.
"Someone who's sick of listening to your mouth," Bradley replied without hesitation. This guy was handsome and smug, and Bradley couldn't stand him. "This is an event for children. There are kids everywhere. Cut it out with the foul language."
Bradley turned and walked back toward the golf cart where you were laughing with Nat when Jake jogged up next to him. "Dude, what did you just say to Hunter King?"
"Who?"
"You were just talking to Hunter King. He's a super famous pro golfer!"
Bradley turned back to see that he was still being glared at. "I told him to shut his mouth and stop swearing in front of all the kids," he told Jake.
"But that's Hunter King," Jake insisted with wide eyes.
Bradley shrugged and said, "I don't care who he is. He's being rude." Then he took a quick sip of the beer you were holding before handing it back to you with a kiss to your forehead.
"Ready to go to the next hole?" you asked, brushing the hem of your skirt a little higher.
"I'm ready to take you home," Bradley replied, squeezing your perfect thigh.
"Gross," Nat complained, climbing out of the cart and heading to the other one. You and she drove the four of them to the next hole, and Bradley saw that Hunter King was right there as well.
"Go get a hole in one, Roo," you told him, rubbing high up on his thigh and brushing his cock.
"Baby Girl, I'm gonna teach you a lesson later."
"Ohh," you crooned. "Will you teach me how to hold your club?"
"If you're good," he replied, climbing out of the cart with a shake of his head. Bradley watched Hunter King play par on the hole, and then it was his turn. Bradley drove the ball with a nearly perfect swing, and the ball landed on the green.
You and Nat were both cheering for him, and the kids in the area all looked delighted as well. Nat drove Bradley over to the green to putt while you waited with Bob and Jake. And to Bradley's surprise, he came in at one stroke under par for the hole. He just did better than a professional golfer. And now Hunter King looked even more pissed off.
"Good," Bradley muttered to himself, bending to get his ball out of the hole. "That's what you get."
And then Bradley beat him on the next hole. And the one after that.
"Wow, Rooster," Nat said, rubbing his shoulder. "I had no idea you'd be this good. Jake tells everyone how terrible you are."
Bradley rolled his eyes as you walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist. "You're doing better than Javy, Bob and Jake," you informed him, clearly impressed.
"It doesn't matter," he replied. "It's just for charity." But he was still shocked when he finished in third place overall. Hunter King finished in fourth.
Bradley went over to congratulate the first and second place finishers, but he was cut off by Hunter. "Good game," Bradley managed through clenched teeth, holding out his hand. But the other man didn't shake it. Instead he smiled in such a way that made Bradley feel very uneasy.
"Are you married?" Hunter asked him.
Bradley's brow scrunched up. "Yeah," he replied.
"Which one's your wife?" Hunter was nodding to where you and Nat were standing in the sunlight. You looked beautiful, the golden glow illuminating your skin as you shifted weight from one foot to the other. With one hand planted on your hip you tossed your head back and laughed. You were his wife. His perfect wife.
"You know what?" Hunter replied. "It doesn't matter. I'll take real good care of both of them."
"What?" Bradley asked, but as soon as Hunter headed your way, someone was trying to pull him aside for a photo with the other winners. When he turned back, all he saw was you and Nat being led away with Hunter's hand on your lower back.
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"Ladies."
You looked up into a pair of soft, gray eyes and were met with a brilliant smile. "My name's Hunter, and I'd love to take you on a tour of the VIP tent."
"Sounds swanky," Nat replied, smiling at him.
"Oh. It is. I promise," he said with another charming smile. "Let's go."
You looked back to see that Bradley was absorbed with a photography crew and some of the kids associated with the charity. You tried to wave to get his attention, but you supposed it didn't really matter. You wouldn't be gone long enough to even need to grab you phone from the golf cart.
Then Hunter's hand came to rest just above the swell of your butt, and you thought your eyes were going to bug out. As he nodded at the security guard watching the entrance to the VIP tent, you slipped out of his grasp.
"Welcome, Mr. King," the guard said with a smirk. "Two guests with you?"
"That's right," he replied with a laugh. He was annoying, but the inside of the tent was incredible. It looked more like a small arena inside. There were people checking out golf simulators and waiters walking around with drinks. You watched Hunter grab two bottles of champagne from a large ice bucket.
"This way, ladies," he said, and you took Nat by the hand before she could wander over to the simulators. Hunter looked at your joined hands as you both followed him, and he muttered, "That works for me, too."
You pulled Nat a little closer as the three of you ended up in a secluded area. After he popped the first bottle of champagne, he handed it to Nat. "A whole bottle?" she asked. "Thanks, Hunter."
Then he popped the second one and gave it to you. "Drink up."
His fingers lingered on yours as you said, "I love pink champagne. My husband buys it for me all the time."
Hunter's eyes appraised you, lingering on your lips and chest. You were suddenly very aware of your lack of underwear and peaked nipples. "Oh, you're married?" he asked casually. "Was he the one who finished in the top three?"
"Yes! He placed third," you told him before taking a sip of the expensive champagne. It was delicious, and Nat had already finished half of her bottle. You kind of wanted to share your bottle with Bradley, but you also kind of wanted to ditch it and leave.
"You like to play golf?" Hunter asked, completely focused on you now.
You shrugged. "I haven't played much. I usually just hang out in the golf cart when I go."
"Your husband won't let you play?"
You rolled your eyes. "I can assure you that I do whatever I want."
"I love to hear that," he laughed with a smile. "And I think you want to try out one of the simulators."
You noticed that Nat had already wandered away to one of the booths. "Just for a minute," you agreed.
Then you listened to him explain how the simulator worked. It was a small booth, and you would wear a virtual reality mask. It looked just like you were really on a golf course.
"Let me close the door for you," Hunter murmured next to your ear. "So you can get started."
He closed the booth, and it took you a few seconds to realize he was still in there with you. Because when you bent a little at the waist, you bumped into him with your butt.
"You need a little help with your posture?" he asked, wrapping his hands around your hips from behind. In an instant, you knew you were rubbing against the zipper of his pants, and his left hand was skimming over your skirt right where your little rooster tattoo was covered by the thin fabric.
You gasped when his hands slid a little lower. You had no underwear on, because your main goal of the day had been to tease Bradley. But now Hunter was the one almost touching your bare skin.
"What the hell?" you shouted in the small space, whipping off the mask covering your eyes and spinning around. "What the hell is your problem?" You watched his face as you pulled your right hand back. He looked alarmed, eyes wide and hands held up in surrender as your palm made contact with his face.
"Ow! Fuck!" he screamed. Somehow you managed to slap his cheek and also hit his nose with the heel of your hand at the same time. It started gushing blood onto his pale blue shirt, and he tried to pinch the bridge of his nose to get it to slow down.
"I'm married, and you're creepy!" you informed him loudly, shoving past him to get out of the simulation booth. "Come on, Nat," you called, taking her hand again.
"Why are we leaving? I didn't finish my champagne!" she complained. So when you walked back past the ice bucket, you gabbed a new bottle for her and a second one for yourself.
"Hunter is a creep," you informed her as you made your way to the tent exit. But Hunter was hot on your heels and reaching out for you.
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Bradley saw you go inside the VIP area, but he got pulled aside for some group photos. He knew the kids, including Abigail, were waiting for more photos as well, but he quickly excused himself to head after you.
"That son of a bitch," he muttered to himself as he approached the security guard. Hunter King was mad that he told him to shut his mouth, and beating a professional at his own game really hadn't helped Bradley's cause. And he just knew Hunter was going to try to take it out on you and Nat.
He started sweating. You were all horny and wound up, and you had skipped underwear to mess with him. And now the guy who was pissed off at Bradley was probably inside pawing at you. And you weren't answering your phone.
"Whoa, hang on," the guard said, sliding into place in front of the entrance just as Bradley got there. "This area is off limits for you."
Bradley grunted. "My wife is in there."
"Good for her," he replied with a shrug of his enormous shoulders.
"You don't understand. She's with Hunter King."
The guard had the audacity to smirk at him. "One of those two attractive women? I'm sure she's having a great time with Mr. King."
What was that supposed to mean? Bradley had to close his eyes and silently count to ten. "I just need to pop in there, and then I'll be right back out."
"Absolutely not."
Bradley ground his molars together before he managed a very insincere sounding, "Please?"
Then the security guard laughed at him, and Bradley contemplated trying to shove this guy out of his way. He had about a hundred pounds and four inches on Bradley, but it would be worth the pounding to make sure you and Nat were okay. Just as he was working himself up to do it, he caught sight of you heading his way, dragging Nat along. You emerged from the tent looking unscathed.
"Hi, Roo," you said sweetly, gripping a bottle of pink champagne for some reason. You wrapped your arms around him, the cold condensation from the bottle pressing to the back of his neck.
"What's going on, Baby Girl?" he asked, still completely bewildered as you kissed him. "Where's Hunter King?" He was pulling you a little closer, waiting for some sort of explanation.
But Nat started laughing. "You don't need to worry about your wife. Cheers," she said, holding up a second bottle of champagne before popping the cork.
You whispered, "I love you," against Bradley's lips just as he saw Hunter come storming to the tent entrance with blood all over his shirt.
Bradley took your face in his hands. "What happened? Why is he covered in blood? Did he try to hurt you? Or Nat? This is all my fault for telling him to stop swearing and then beating his score." Bradley could feel his pulse quicken, feel his brow crease in concern, but you were smiling.
"He's a creep. I told him I was married, and he still tried to touch me, but I'm pretty sure I broke his nose."
Bradley shoved you gently away from him, ready to beat the ever living shit out of both the security guard and Hunter King. He watched Hunter's eye grow wide as he clenched both hands into fists, but then you were in front of him again.
"Roo! It's okay!" you promised, pressing the champagne bottle to his chest and pushing him back.
"It is not okay," he growled, letting you push him a little further away from the tent. "I'll rip him in half."
"Roo! Right before I saw you, he tried to grab me again. I told him I'd call the cops if he didn't match the donation that was being made to the children's hospital."
"Match the donation? That's like four hundred thousand dollars," he replied, looking at you with surprise. "You just got Hunter King to make a personal donation of four hundred thousand dollars?"
"Yep!" you replied, pressing yourself to the front of him. "I sure did. And I got him to say it in front of one of the charity's coordinators. I also insinuated to that coordinator that perhaps Mr. King shouldn't be allowed to spend any time alone with women in the VIP tents in the future. And that maybe he should be removed from the circuit. Now let's go home, pop this delicious bottle of pink champagne, and celebrate your third place victory!"
Bradley was still gaping at you before he scooped you up into his arms. He was careful to keep your butt covered with one big hand as you kissed his face while he glared past you at Hunter King until the other man slinked back into the shadows where he belonged.
"You're such a badass," he told you suddenly. "I'm so impressed by you all the time, Sweetheart. You don't even need me."
"No, I don't," you agreed with him, kissing his cheek and trailing your lips back to his ear. "But I really, really want you."
"Let's go home," he grunted, carrying you to one of the golf carts. "I just want my bed, my wife, and the expensive champagne she stole from the VIP tent."
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he's a genius ('cause he loves a woman like her) (social media au) - lh44
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Summary: The one where you and Lewis (attempt to) soft launch your relationship.
Pairing: lewis hamilton x wolff!reader (model used: kiana davis)
Warnings: fluff, some light cursing
Request: "Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a smau with Lewis where he’s dating toto’s daughter and they are soft launching 🥰 she is really kind and smart, takes part in a lot of charity events buuuut she’s also studying to become an engineer (could you make her like 23-25?)"
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mercedesamgf1: we do, we do!🖐️
yn.wolff: what's a three letter word that starts wit gas?🙂
mercedesamgf1: gas is three letters, baby boss🫣
yn.wolff: car!!
mercedesamgf1: boss says we have to get back to work now.
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Taylor auctioned off four (4) Eras Tour tickets for the Mahomies Charity Gala event and they sold for $61,000! (via sophiaromo27 on IG)
- She can be seen in the back waving a table napkin in celebration
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clark kent losing some kinda daily planet lottery so he has to serve in a maid cafe for a day (blah blah charity blah): oh gosh 😅 I dont think the uniform will fit.
bruce wayne buying every time slot, ticket, table and chair for the whole event like it's a completely sane thing to do: I have a seamstress on retainer.
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Taylor Swift donated 4 tickets of The Eras Tour to the '15 And Mahomies' charity gala event!
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Marriage (Part 7)
Pairing: Max Verstappen x ex!fianceé
Warnings: sickness
Summary: Max leaves his fiancée y/n at the altar on their wedding day but after years of regretting what he did, by a miracle of fate (or Lando) she appears in his life again.
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Months passed, and Mason and I were doing well. After our trip to Spain, we faced some challenges, but with time, we managed to sort things out. The fact that Max wasn't a constant presence in our daily lives made things easier.
Today, Mason had a charity event to attend, and I was accompanying him. I usually don't enjoy such events because the focus tends to be on me, and people don't have many positive things to say about my appearance.
During the event, as we sat at the dinner table, laughing and talking, I noticed Christian, Checo, and Max approaching.
"Good evening," Christian greeted as an event staff member indicated that this was their table.
"Good evening," Mason and I responded simultaneously.
"Hey, everyone," Max said, and luckily, Christian took the seat next to me.
"Hello," I replied, quickly shifting my attention back to Mason.
As they served dinner, Mason's chosen dish arrived, and looking at it made my stomach churn.
"Are you okay?" Max asked, and Mason looked at me.
"Love."
"I need to go to the bathroom." I rushed off and went to the restroom.
I barely made it to the bathroom, and I think I vomited everything I had eaten in the past few days. The door opened, and I felt someone holding my hair.
"Are you okay?" Mason asked, and as I tried to answer, I vomited again.
"I'm sorry," I replied, starting to cry.
"No need to apologize," he said, patting my back. "What happened?"
"I just felt sick out of nowhere, don't know why." I took a deep breath. "I think it might have been something I ate."
"Okay, let's go home."
I stood up, and after washing my mouth with water, we returned to the table to grab our things to leave.
"Are you okay?" Christian asked, and I could see the concerned looks from everyone.
"I'm fine, just felt unwell," I said, feeling a bit dizzy. "Can we leave?"
"Of course," Mason said, grabbing our belongings. "It was nice seeing you again; hope you enjoy the event."
"Thank you," Checo replied.
"Mason," Christian called. "The team really enjoyed your presence at the last GP and asked me to invite you both to attend the Monaco GP next weekend."
"Thank you, we'll consider it," he smiled, taking the tickets.
When we got home, I went straight to take a shower and brush my teeth to go to sleep. Besides feeling a bit dizzy, I was nauseous and tired, needing a good night's sleep.
"How are you feeling?"
"A bit better, but still not great."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Can you make some tea for me?" He agreed and kissed my forehead.
My mind was wandering, and as I waited for Mason to return, I was scrolling through Instagram and came across a photo of Lauren, Declan's girlfriend, with baby Jude. Something clicked in my mind – my period was supposed to have come weeks ago, and now I realized it was late.
"Y/n." I snapped out of my thoughts as he snapped his fingers. "Are you okay? Going to vomit again?"
"No, I just got distracted." He nodded and handed me the tea.
It's safe to say I didn't sleep at all that night.
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Retail makes you good at security, but security makes you bad at retail
For example, I was working cash as a volunteer at a charity event, and a woman who didn't have money for tickets scoffed at me and said, "Oh, what, so you're not going to let me in?" And I was so overcome by the trained instinct to begin removing her from the building that I physically bit my tongue, closed my eyes, and breathed through my nose so hard that her husband heard it
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The Shoebox Problem
A/n: For @call-me-coley . Thank you for talking through ideas with me @yes-i-am-happyaspie .
December was a busy month for Tony Stark. With the holidays on the horizon, the hero planned multiple galas and charity events. At least once a week balls were attended by Tony. Sometimes the man went by himself. Other times, Pepper would join him. Even Peter accompanied him once or twice.
Only those closest to him knew the real reason he made an extensive amount of plans during the winter month. As a distraction from his parents’ deaths.
But that’s neither here nor there. This story is about the shoebox problem. Underneath Tony’s tree were dozens of gifts. Every one about the size of a shoebox. And they were all addressed to the same person: Peter Parker.
Tony was overjoyed to learn Peter and May would be spending Christmas with Pepper and himself. The holiday was usually a lonely one for the billionaire. Sure, Pepper would spend the day with him. But while she received calls from her extended family wishing her “Merry Christmas,” Tony’s phone remained silent.
But this year would be different. With Peter and May Parker keeping the man company, there’s no way he could possibly feel lonely.
So when his phone rang with Peter’s contact, his heart skipped a beat. Did something come up? Did they have to cancel. Tony hesitantly answered it.
“Hello?”
“Merry Christmas Mr. Stark!” Peter exclaimed. Through the receiver, Tony could hear the boy coughing.
“Merry Christmas Peter,” Tony replied. “What time are you and May coming over?”
“Actually…” the boy trailed off and Tony’s anxieties began to return full force. Of course, spending Christmas with his mentee was too good to be true.
But the boy’s sentence surprised him. “I’m downstairs…”
“Downstairs?” Tony asked. It didn’t take him long to realize exactly what Peter was implying when he said “downstairs.” The teen had a tendency to end up in Medbay. Tony sighed, “What did you do this time?”
“Nothing,” Peter replied, before breaking into a coughing fit. “I have the flu.”
Tony frowned. He then looked back at the tree with dozens of boxes under it. Even if the boy was in Medbay, he could still make his Christmas a good one.
“I’ll be right there.”
Tony entered Avenger’s Medbay about half an hour later. He was carrying a few boxes in his hands. Peter gave the man a wary smile, despite being in the sterile hospital room.
“Hey Mr. Stark,” Peter greeted. “Thank you for the gifts… you really didn’t have to get me anything.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” Tony replies. “There’s more than this.”
Peter’s eyes widen. And this is where the shoebox problem comes in.
About a month before the holiday, Tony asked Peter what he wanted for Christmas. Peter replied nothing big. “Think shoebox sized,” he said specifically. But that’s the only limitation the boy set. He didn’t give Tony a price limit. Nor a limit on the gifts themselves.
So that’s how Tony ended up carrying a pile of medium sized gifts into Peter’s hospital room.
“Mr. Stark…” Peter frowns. A shiver wracks his body and he pulls the sheet closer to himself. “How much did you spend on me…?”
“Nothing is bigger than a shoebox,” Tony deflected. And Peter could only sigh. The man had a point.
Seeing Peter’s defeat, Tony handed him a gift to open. It took him longer than usual due to the IV in his left arm, but he eventually got it open nonetheless.
Peter raised a brow, “I thought I said nothing big-“
“Nuh uh-uh,” Tony quickly could Peter off. “It’s shoebox sized.”
And unfortunately, the man was right. “Thank you for the Switch, Mr. Stark…”
Tony beamed, “Ready for the next one?”
Peter nodded and let Tony continue to hand him gifts. The boy realized he probably should’ve given Tony a gift limit. He definitely should’ve given Tony a price limit. Because he’d ended up with a new phone, new watch, tickets to Disneyland, tickets to Hamilton, video games for his Switch, and multiple gift cards.
“Okay buddy,” Tony handed a gift to Peter. “Last one.”
Peter opened it to see a teddy bear dressed in a little Iron Man suit. The boy beamed. “He’s my favorite!”
Tony chuckled. “Really? It was a gag gift,”
“It’s you,” Peter replied. “You’re my favorite,”
“Oh…” Tony glanced back at the sickly boy. He was ignoring his games and new phone to cuddle with a cheap teddybear that was dressed as his mentor.
The boy let out a yawn and placed his head on the pillow. The iron man teddy in his arms. “Thanks for the gifts,” Peter murmurs. “Merry Christmas, Dad.”
Tony’s heart skipped a beat. Peter called him “dad.” The man placed a kiss on the boy’s forehead as he drifted off to sleep. “Merry Christmas.”
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