#Cold Storage Racks

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Heavy duty racks are useful when the business management needs tough equipment that can accommodate large amounts of goods and burdensome weight. To cater for maximum load utilization of the racks these are designed to be very strong and durable and are made from materials such as steel meant for bearing maximum load in warehouses factories and other retail outlets.

Consequently, these racks can be arranged in several different ways due to flexibility, ideal for warehousing palletized products, industrial tools, or miscellaneous products in bulk. This enabled them to make the best use of vertical space thus businesses saw a significant improvement in efficiency through improvement in the storage area.

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room rearranging journey. Unfortunately i started getting fucking sick today. so. last pic is what i will be forced to leave it at for a while. not particularly happy about that !!

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10 Essential Tips To Buy Supermarket Equipment That Help To Start Your Supermarket

Are you a franchisee or manager of a supermarket and do you want to equip your store? If you are setting up your supermarket, important decisions will need to be made. Without a doubt, Supermarkets equipment is the most important element when carrying out an assembly or store opening project.

In the market, you will find several essential items for the enterprise to grow and function properly. But, the main equipment cannot be missing when setting up supermarkets.

In this post, we will talk about the importance of choosing the right supermarket equipment and how it can help make processes more agile, in addition to optimizing results. Furthermore, we will point out the items that cannot be missing for the business to be successful and explain why they are so important for you to achieve the desired success.

Do you want to discover how to acquire quality equipment for your supermarket? Continue reading!

The Importance of Choosing the Right Equipment

It is very important to know how to choose the right equipment to be part of the supermarket, as it can speed up processes and improve results. These establishments are characterized by self-service, that is, people enter and make purchases without needing the help of a salesperson to fulfill their desires. Therefore, it is necessary to have a minimum structure that allows receiving customers and processing payments.

The Main Benefits of Supermarket Equipment

Among the main factors that lead to the success of a business is supermarket equipment. A well-equipped store conveys the security of a structured establishment, as well as favoring other points, such as:

Optimizes time to carry out tasks

Automates internal processes

Allows growth in employee productivity

Optimizes inventory

Accelerates sales and increases sales, therefore and

Builds customer loyalty

Certainly, when a customer enters a well-equipped store, with machinery in perfect condition and clean, there is an immediate feeling of trust. This way, it becomes easier to structure marketing campaigns, strategies, and sales actions to attract even more audiences.

Top 10 Essential Equipment For Your Supermarket

1. Gondolas

Among the supermarket equipment are gondolas, which will have a strong influence when it comes to selling. They must be throughout the store. The main function of the gondola display rack is to display the product in the sales area. In addition to displaying merchandise, gondolas also decorate store spaces and should be strategically located within the store. When thinking about supermarket equipment, the shelves need to be highlighted. Knowing how to organize products on gondola shelves will certainly directly influence your results.

2. Scales

Without a doubt, one of the first pieces of equipment that comes to mind when talking about supermarkets is scales. Scales are necessary for several sectors of the supermarket, such as butchers, produce, and bakeries. And if there is something irregular, in addition to losses, it can lead to problems with inspection. Therefore, this is one of the supermarket equipment that must be chosen carefully.

3. Frozen food refrigerator

These are important items that should be considered in the list of supermarket equipment, as they act directly in the conservation of various foods and drinks. When purchasing this equipment there are two points to pay attention to: energy consumption and how defrosting is carried out.

Always choose equipment with an energy-saving label. As it is a device that will always be on, without the label your costs will be higher. Look for the A seal on the equipment, this shows that it is more economical.

4. Fruit and vegetable display

Fresh fruits and vegetables are key to attracting customers. But how you display them matters just as much! Choose vegetable and fruits display rack that showcase your produce effectively, while also keeping it fresh and inviting.

 

5. Supermarket shelves

Optimizing shelf placement is very important in your store. If you want to tempt your customers with products they wouldn’t have thought of, put essential items toward the back of your supermarket and make some products hard to find. Consumers will then be forced to browse all the supermarket shelves and will be able to buy more than what they came for.

6. Barcode reader

The barcode reader has become essential among supermarket equipment. After all, it makes service more dynamic, helping to provide faster service. It would be difficult to think of a supermarket without a barcode reader, right?

Furthermore, the barcode reader reduces errors in price and merchandise records. Before the barcode reader, the cashier had to make the records manually. Therefore, errors were more frequent.

7. Sealers

Sealers must be used to package cold cuts, proteins, and other products. Many supermarkets adopt vacuum packaging procedures to obtain added value in their offerings. This is a differential that can be adopted to separate vegetables and other foods into predetermined portions to increase sales opportunities.

With this equipment, supermarkets become more organized and the presentation of products will attract the attention of consumers. Generally, portions of 1 kg are separated to facilitate the acquisition of goods, and calculation standards are used to produce packages measuring 20 x 30 cm.

8. Cash register

The cash register is used to control the inflow of financial resources into the supermarket. With it, transactions are carried out quickly and without losing the credibility of the operations. It is also important for protecting and organizing physical banknotes, as it is a machine that has numerous functions and can be connected to computers using software.

9. Shopping trolleys and baskets

There are various types of trolleys for supermarket and can therefore be adapted to the types of products in your business. Based on size, capacity, and type, you can buy a wide range of shopping carts for your establishment. During the shopping, people will use the carts to carry their items. In addition, you will find self-service shopping trolleys for your food stores, garden centers, DIY stores, etc.

10. POS Display, point-of-sale Advertising

It is used to promote all kinds of products and can take various forms: Poster, display, flag, or even stand, or column. Its objective is however always the same: to encourage or even trigger the act of purchasing.

POS systems also boost efficiency. Imagine faster checkouts, reduced errors, and improved employee productivity. Plus, many systems integrate with your existing accounting software, saving you time and ensuring data accuracy.

Search for Partners for Supermarket Optimization

As you can see, these are the 10 pieces of supermarket equipment that cannot be missing to boost your business. Purchase only quality equipment and search until you find the best on the market. Some companies, such as Global Automation Ltd, offer differentiated technical assistance and excellent cost-benefit solutions to their partners. We have many years and have the structure for complete assembly of supermarket equipment. We send designers and architects capable of optimizing your space and achieving the best possible design to attract customers and boost sales.

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Our slotted angle racks and plastic pallets ensure versatile and resilient storage options. Partner with us for top-quality storage products, including industrial pallets and vegetable display racks that cater to diverse warehousing needs. As a supermarket rack manufacturer and display rack for shop provider, we help businesses optimize space and improve customer experience. For cable management, our cable tray manufacturer services offer reliable solutions. Additionally, our warehouse storage solutions and plastic pallets provide robust support for various storage applications.

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Juli's Heavy-duty Cold Storage Stacking Rack

The cold storage stacking rack is composed of a chassis structure and four upright poles. The upright poles of the Cold storage stacking rack are made of round tubes and can be disassembled. The chassis is welded by square tubes and angle steel, and has a solid structure. The Cold storage stacking racks for sale are made of high-quality steels as a whole, and their surfaces are electrostatically sprayed, which are environmentally friendly and beautiful. The size, style and color can be customized.

The Advantages of Cold Storage Stacking Rack

The cold storage stacking rack adopts a three-dimensional layout, which can make full use of the cold storage space and increase the storage density of goods in the warehouse. The Metal cold storage stacking rack design takes into account the carrying capacity and stability of the goods, ensuring the safety of the goods during storage and handling; and the design of the Cold storage stacking racks for sale is scalable and can be adjusted and expanded according to the actual needs of the cold storage. Cold storage stacking racks adopt a classified storage method, which can classify and manage different types of goods, facilitate access and inventory, achieve rapid access and transportation, and reduce inventory costs and operating costs.

Specification of Cold Storage Stacking Racks for Sale

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Inside Dimension（mm）

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Surface Treatment

Load Bearing（kg）

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1200*1200*1200

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Electrostatic Spray Molding

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880*880*950

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Electrostatic Spray Molding

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High-Quality Carbon Steel

FAQ of Cold Storage Stacking Rack

1 Are cold storage stacking racks suitable for all types of cold storage?

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Yes, cold storage stacking racks are highly versatile and can be used in low-temperature storage, freezer storage, etc.

2 What is the maximum load-bearing capacity of cold storage stacking racks for sale?

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The load capacity of cold storage stacking racks ranges for sale from 1 to 2 tons, and they can be used in multiple layers.

3 Can the metal cold storage stacking rack withstand freezing temperatures?

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The Cold storage stacking rack can withstand freezing temperatures, and low-temperature environments do not affect their overall properties.

4 What materials are cold storage stacking racks for sale made of?

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Cold storage stacking racks are made of high-quality square tubes, round tubes, and angle steel materials.

5 Can the cold storage stacking rack be adjusted to accommodate different items?

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The metal cold storage stacking rack support customization and can be adapted to different products.

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Our Cold Storage Rack System, painstakingly crafted for orderly and effective storage solutions in low-temperature settings, will increase the effectiveness of your cold storage. As a trusted provider, our cutting-edge cold storage rack systems offer superior performance for various applications. These racks are perfect for a variety of industries, including food storage, pharmaceuticals, and more. . Our Industrial Racks and Storage System are highly demanded in the market due to their optimum efficiency, utility, and durability. The Racks manufactured is assembled from the top quality. With our cutting-edge Rack Storage System technology, you can maximize the use of available space in your cold storage facilities while maintaining high standards of quality in all storage solutions and efficient operations for your products and materials.

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an “i love you” that isn’t words

Spencer’s love for you is evident all around you.

warnings & notes the rumors are true i love tøp and spencer reid! anyways fluff but still MDNI 18+, title from shy away by twenty øne piløts, do not listen as you read. inspired by the lyric it’s titled after. real freaks only (people who love love), reader may or may not be autistic i don’t know if you feel it you feel it! reader is a bit shorter than spencer, writing fluff is becoming less and less out of character for mcondance

1.1k words (what…….)

Spencer’s apartment is still, save for the solitary body making its way from room to room. Music floats from his turntable— you remember having to tell him to store his records vertically. Even that super mind of his didn’t contain the knowledge of what happens to records if they’re stacked on top of each other. So he stood them up, and he made room for your records as your collection slowly began to find a new home. 

The desk by the door is littered with both yours and his papers, and trinkets that belong to both you and him, Spencer’s lamp, and a really weird looking lamp you got off EBay more than a few years back.

One of your blankets is thrown over the back of the couch, infusing some color into the deep browns and reds of his living room. The small table in front of the couch holds your tattered copy of the book you’ve been reading since you were 12 years old. It looks like something you can’t describe, something that’s been with you for a decade now lying on your boyfriend’s table. Poetic, maybe.

Your stacks of books have long since married with his. To anyone else, it’d look like a library, but to you both it’s not enough, not enough. 

“We’re gonna have to rent a storage building,” you deadpan, staring up at the ceiling in bed.

“Yeah,” he agrees, letting his head fall toward where you lay beside him. “But what if there’s a book we want to read but it’s in the storage building? Then we’d have to drive over just to get it—”

“And we’d get distracted like we always do so we’d be there for hours.”

“It’s unproductive.”

“Horribly so.”

You’re not sure who breaks the faux-formality first. Either way, you both end up laughing with sparkling eyes fixed on each other, and a giggled agreement to just let the books continue to pile up. 

“I wouldn’t mind living in a library,” is what Spencer tells you after he’s caught his breath.

In the bathroom there’s room for yours and his body wash. Your toothbrush sits next to his in a brown mug with a funky design on it, one you brought in your move. Along the side of the sink lay your hair products, arranged neatly. Two towels hang from a spiraling rack you bought at an antique shop a few months after you moved in. 

“Spencer, look!” You exclaim, clearing the small space in less steps than it’d usually take you. He follows quickly, pressing his chest to your back as he looks over your shoulder and gives his attention to the metal rack. 

“We can put it in the bathroom, maybe. If that’s fine with you,” you suggest, turning to face him. It seems like his eyes are ever melting when you’re in his line of sight, but somehow they melt further when you turn. His arms wrap around you and pull you close, encasing you in the kind of warmth you get when you step out of the cold into a heated building, shivering but grateful to be out of the frigid temperature. It’s reminiscent of how it felt to actually step into the shop. 

“If you want to, then we’re going to.” 

“Yay,” you smile, before you kiss him shortly. He smiles back, glowing eyes soft and smooth, and kisses you authentically, and not so deeply as to be inappropriate in public, but still enough that you distantly think your legs might buckle. 

The bedroom is a portmanteau of you and Spencer. Your plushes sleep soundly on your side of the bed, and at night they watch quietly from their perch on the table on the other side of your night stand. Your stand matches Spencer’s, so heart-flutteringly you’re sure teenage-you would jump up and down and screech. Scattered upon your nightstand are a couple of half-drunk bottles of water, your vitamins, various necklaces and rings, a couple of books stacked on top of each other, and a drawing Spencer made for you. 

Spencer’s side is a bit less packed, but still unorganized nonetheless. Books (of course), a journal and a pen (you’ve gotten him into journaling as a way to regulate himself when he’s feeling overwhelmed), and when he comes home later tonight his watch will join the rest of his things.

One side of the closet is yours, and the other is Spencer’s. While his style seems wacky to other people, there’s a couple of pieces on either side of the closet that have a sibling on the other side. The clothes that can’t fit in the closet are folded in the dresser drawers. 

The dresser is decorated with a couple of your CDs, the ones you like to see when you’re in the room. Necklaces and rings plucked from various antique and thrift stores are spread over the cherry-tinted wood, mixed in with some of Spencer’s cologne, a tie or two he hasn’t hung up yet, and a bag of candy you’ve both been eating out of. 

Your trinkets mix with his, a display of two people who spend way too much time sifting through shelves in places full of dust and the smell that is unique to antique shops.

“Jesus, why do these shops always smell like that,” you whisper as you enter the store.

“Everything in here is most likely, at the least, over 50 years old. Most older things are made of natural fabrics like linen, cotton, wood— you know, stuff like that— that are extremely good at absorbing smells. I’m sure our clothes now will have a unique smell that people down the line will have the exact same reaction to.”

You smile, and you think your eyes are about as wide as a saucer, that little look of pining you always take on when he talks like that. It’s not your fault, really, he’s just so nerdy and you love his rants so much. 

“I can tell you more about it while we shop,” he offers. 

“Uh, duh,” you answer, looking between him and a cute tie you think he’d like.

In the kitchen cabinet, your bowl is freshly cleaned, as Spencer washed it before he left this morning. Ever the pattern-recognizer, he picked up on your attachment quite quickly and has made that accommodation for you ever since. You’ll use other bowls if you have to, but you haven’t had to for months. 

The record finishes. You pick another one out of your section of the collection, and play that one. Coincidentally, it’s one of your favorites that became one of Spencer’s favorites after you played it for him. One happily and gratefully became two.

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the apple blurb from the crypt (funsonmunson february 2023 lol) <33 finally recovered and being added to the masterlist for all the janitor!eddie x teacher!reader lovers.

janitor!eddie is always leaving an apple on teacher!reader’s desk every morning.

he gets there early before her to do some extra maintenance- the school had given him a raise to do both so they wouldn’t have to hire someone else. it started as a joke between you two. eddie grinned when you’d brought an apple to lunch one day, playful glint in his eye. “an apple a day, huh?” he asked.

steve snorted. “that’s a doctor, munson.” he rolled his eyes.

you shrugged, biting into your apple. “I like apples, ok?” you giggled. “guess I was made to be a teacher, huh? the stereotype doin’ it for you?”

eddie couldn’t stop smiling. so every day, when he’d stop at the gas station by the trailer park, he’d get his usual pack of camels and an apple. he’d place it on your desk, scribbling on a spare piece of paper a little note that left you blushing when you’d find it.

he’d pass by your classroom, catching your eyes when you’d see him, smiling and nodding towards your apple. later, when he’d take you out, you’d kiss him sweetly on the cheek. “thanks for the apple.” you’d mutter. “it was delicious.” you’d let your bottom lip graze over his cheek, sending a hot blush down his neck and cheeks.

eddie wanted that reaction always, so he’d bring you apple after apple, proudly propping them on your desk each day with a little note.

‘you’re the apple of my eye, sweetheart. have a good day. -ed’

you’d giggle, tucking them into your purse. you’d saved everyone, reading them later when you missed him, heart fluttering in your chest.

one day, eddie walks into his ‘office’- a storage closet with a chair and an old desk, a rack to hang his jacket. there where he put his lunch pail was a small tin of hand balm, ‘for working hands’ it read.

eddie’s heart swelled. he’d complained about the blisters and callouses from working at the school mixed with his guitar making his hands rough, the cold cracking them and making them bleed. when he held his hand in yours, you’d ran a finger over the cracked, raw skin with a sympathetic pout.

eddie picked up the tin, the best folded card on top reading:

‘a little of this cream keeps the callouses away (or that’s what the store clerk told me). hope this helps you my hard working man. xoxo’

eddie slipped it into his front pocket, a dopey grin on his face. he dug his fingers into the balmy substance, rubbing it over his hands before reaching into his lunch pail, grabbing the shiny, red apple out and starting towards your class room.

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The Line - Part 8

Reader and John have always straddled the line between playful flirting and taking things further. However when they are forced into a safe house and a secret comes out will they be able to save what they were heading for or is all lost.

Reader x John Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, Original characters.

MDNI

Warnings: No warnings for this part.

Authors Note - This chapter is all about the family.

MASTERLIST

They all followed Simon into the locker room and saw it was a big room with eight large cages each had a white board on the front with their names on it. Y/N and Simon’s cages were next to each other and they both went in. There was a sink, a mirror, a small rack for clothes and a locker with a keypad in each one. 

The boys each went into their areas and saw a small shelf with things that were left for them. John looked at his shelf and saw a case of cigars and made a mental note to thank Laswell later. 

Simon had changed by this point into jeans and a black t-shirt. He was looking at the mask covering the lower half of his face in the mirror, most of his scars hidden. This was it. This was the moment he was most afraid of. He lifted a shaky hand up to his mask and then stopped. Behind him Y/N walked into his area and put her hand on his shoulder. 

“You can leave it on if you want. For now.” 

He shook his head and looked back into the mirror, unhooking the mask and letting it fall to the floor. He turned to see Soap, Gaz and Price all looking at him. Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest and she was tempted to step in front of him to shield him from their stares.  A few more moments passed and then Soap chuckled, breaking the tension. 

“Well fuck Ghost, I expected you tae be well ugly but you’re actually quite handsome. Good thing you wear th’ mask or I wouldna have a shot with the ladies.” 

“You don’t have a shot with them normally, has nothin to do with me wearin a mask” 

With that everyone relaxed and Y/N laughed while rubbing out the ache she had been feeling out of her chest.

“Alright enough flirtin, let's get going yeah?” Simon joked, smiling for the first time in days. 

They all closed up their cages and filed out of the room to the hallway. Simon pointed at the three remaining doors saying the one on the right was the armory and the other two weren’t important for the time being. They made their way back up the staircase and out the cold storage to be standing back in the basement of the farm. 

Simon turned and went to the door he had been staring at earlier. When Gaz went to follow  however, Y/N grabbed his arm.

“Si’s going to his own homecoming for a bit first. We’re this way.” She motioned in the opposite direction. 

Gaz turned to see Simon had already disappeared behind the door. They followed Y/N back up the stairs to the entrance and then turned right down a hallway with a pocket door at the end. Before opening it she stopped.

“Just a heads up, Momma Lynn is a bit intense. So is Brooke. Just don’t take offence when they’re blunt.” 

With that she slowly opened the door and walked into the house. Right in front of the door was an open space with a sliding glass door to their right and a small table with nick knacks. To their left was a couch, a coffee table and two chairs. They turned into that area and saw to the left of that a kitchen

“Momma?” Y/N called out  

From the kitchen they heard the shuffling of feet and a tall, thin, blonde woman came walking up to them. 

“My baby girl” She enveloped Y/N into a tight hug. 

Y/N buried her face into her mom’s neck and let out a sob, everything she had been carrying catching up to her. 

“Oh my girl. We’ve missed you so much.” 

“I’ve missed you too momma.” Y/N whispered, tightening her grip. 

After a few minutes they pulled away from each other. 

“Let me look at you.” Momma Lynn pushed her back, keeping her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “You’re pale.”

“Not true.” Y/N rolled her eyes. 

“And you looked malnourished.” 

“Also not true.” 

“You look tired.” 

“Low hanging fruit momma, I’m always tired.” 

They both laughed and then her mom hugged her again. 

“You look sad.” She whispered in Y/N’s ear and Y/N just nodded. 

She pulled out of the hug and wiped her face with the sleeve of her shirt before turning and facing the guys. 

“Momma let me introduce you to our team. This is Kyle Garrick.” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you ma'am, we’ve heard great things about you.” Kyle said and stuck out his hand. 

“Sorry honey, in this house we hug.” Momma Lynn pulled Kyle into a big hug. When she was done she pulled back and looked him over. “You’re just as charming as Y/N said. Oh and call me Momma Lynn, not ma’am.” 

Gaz blushed and smiled at Y/N who shrugged. 

“Momma this is Johnny MacTavish.” 

“Pleasure to meet ya Momma Lynn.” Johnny took her hand and kissed the back of it. 

Momma Lynn laughed and pulled him into a hug. 

“And you’re just as much trouble as Y/N said.” She chuckled. 

“How come Kyle git’s charmin and I git trouble?” He asked Y/N who laughed. 

“Cause you are.” 

“If it helps, you’re far more handsome than Si said you are.” Momma Lynn put her hand on Johnny’s cheek causing him to blush, 

“It does help.” He said proudly. 

She then looked over at John curiously. 

“Momma, this is Captain Price.” Y/N tried to keep her voice flat. 

“Hello ma’am. Call me John. You have a beautiful home.” 

“So you’re the famous Captain Price. My kids think the world of you John.” She said, pulled him into a hug and then whispered in his ear “Thanks for taking care of them.” She pulled back and gave him a wink. “Now what did I say about calling me ma’am.”

“Apologies Momma Lynn.” 

She looked him over again and then looked back at Y/N with her hands still on his shoulders. 

“He is handsome.” 

“Mother.” Y/N warned and she laughed. 

“Alright, alright. You guys must be starving and if you're anything like my Si, you’ve got an appetite. We made lots of food, just go sit down at the kitchen table and dish up.” 

Y/N went into the kitchen with her mom to see her grandma at the stove. 

“Grandma.” Y/N smiled and hugged her from behind. 

“Hello my dear.” She then turned around and put her hands on the sides of Y/N’s face. “You look pale.” 

“I really don’t.” Y/N chuckled. 

“Well you should eat. It’ll be good for you to get some home cooking in you.” 

“I will in a minute.” Y/N turned to her mom “Momma where are my pups.” 

“In the living room, in their pen. They kept getting underfoot so we had to kick them out of the kitchen.” 

Y/N left the kitchen and headed to the two french doors that led into the living room. She opened them and her eyes scanned the room, landing on a small pen in the corner of the room with two small Chihuahuas in it. One was chubby with orange fur and the other was skinny with black fur. 

“Hi babies.” She said in a high pitched voice as she made her way over to them. 

When they heard her voice both of them started barking excitedly and jumping against the walls of the pen. She went over and sat down in front of the pen before opening the gate. They both ran out to her and started crawling all over her barking excitedly. 

“Oh I missed you boys.” She was petting them and laughing as they tried to lick her face. 

“I remember that one.” John said behind her and kneeled down. 

Odin sniffed the air and then when he recognized John’s scent he went straight over to him putting his paws on his knees. 

“Hi little buddy.” John picked him up and started petting his head. “He looks good.”

“Yeah, he’s been doing really well here. His brother here has been showing him the ropes.” 

John looked at the chubby dog in Y/N’s arms and smiled. 

“And what’s his name?” 

“Chew Barka.” Y/N replied, causing John to laugh. “We call him Chewy.” 

 “That’s a great name. What’s his story?” 

“I was on holiday and heard that there was a pup at a kill shelter that was about to be euthanized because they couldn’t find a home for him. He was ten and had some health issues. So I went to see him and instantly fell in love. I would’ve rescued him regardless but it just so happened it was love at first sight.” 

She smiled down at Chewy who began trying to lick her face again causing her laugh. She looked over at John and watched as he was petting Odin, telling him what a good boy he was. It took her back to the day she realized she was in love with him. She still ached for him and seeing him like this made her melt a bit. 

He looked at her then and when their eyes met it felt like it was before. Seeing her looking at him like that made his heart skip a beat. He didn’t want to move, in case she went back to the looks of hurt and indifference she had been giving him lately. 

“I could hear those dogs barking all the way downstairs.” Simon said behind them 

Suddenly it was gone and Y/N turned her attention to Simon. John placed Odin on the floor softly and stood up.  

“And you had to run up here and see your favourite pups?” Y/N teased 

“No!” Simon laughed. “Maybe.” 

He bent down and both pups ran up to him giving him the same treatment they gave Y/N. 

Behind him a tall, thin woman with long straight black hair and bright blue eyes exited a stairway John hadn’t noticed before, holding an adorable little blonde baby girl.

Y/N got up and walked right up to her and pulled her and Clara into a big hug. 

“Hi sis.” Ava hugged her back with one arm. “God I missed you.” 

“I missed you too babe.” 

They held each other for a few minutes and then Y/N pulled back and wiped tears from her face.

“Now. Let me hold my gorgeous niece.” 

John watched as Y/N held her niece with a giant smile on her face. He felt something tug at him, thinking what it would be like to see her as a mother. 

Simon looked up at him and then over at Y/N. He had seen the way they were looking at each other before he spoke and now he was seeing the way John was looking at her. He was still insanely angry with John for everything that happened in the last few days; however, he also wanted Y/N to be happy and if that meant fixing things with John maybe that was what had to happen. 

He looked over at John who then made eye contact with him. John thought for sure Simon was going to glare at him or tell him to back off but what he didn’t expect was for him to nod at him. 

Ava glanced over at John and then back at Y/N

“So is that John, like THE John.” She whispered

Y/N nodded her head trying to keep her emotions down. 

“He’s hot.” 

“That he is.” Y/N shifted uncomfortably. 

“And big! Like he’s a big guy but he also has a big aura, you know.” 

Y/N looked at Ava and chuckled. 

“Well he’s single if you want to ask him out.” Y/N teased 

“Shut up. I’m just saying I see the appeal. He’s very manly. Looks like he could cut down a tree.”

“I think mommy needs to spend some alone time with daddy.” Y/N bounced Clara on her hip causing Ava to laugh. 

“Alright alright. I’m just letting you know I approve.” 

Y/N didn’t know what to say so she forced a smile and nodded. Thankfully Gaz walked into the room.

“Y/N your mom told me to tell you to get your butt in the kitchen and start eating because she’s not going to leave it out all day. She’s a bit terrifying. I’m scared to go back without you.” 

Y/N, Ava and Simon laughed then Simon stood up and motioned for Y/N to pass Clara over to him. 

“Alright let’s go see your crazy nana.” The group walked back to the kitchen and saw Johnny with a heaping plate in front of him. He looked at Y/N silently pleading as her mom put another sandwich on his plate. 

“Momma, look who’s here! It’s Simon.” She called out and her mom practically dropped the plate and turned to go to Simon. 

Johnny mouthed a grateful thank you to Y/N. 

Without saying any Momma Lynn pulled Simon into a big hug squeezing him tight. Ava carefully took Clara out of his arms and he wrapped both arms around her. 

“Momma I missed you.” 

“I missed you too sweetheart.” She began to tear up

Y/N sat down at the table beside Johnny and took some of the food off his plate, putting it on her own. He smiled at her and popped a baby carrot into his mouth. 

Momma Lynn then pulled Simon back to do the same inspection she had given Y/N. 

“She’s going to tell you you’re pale.” Y/N called over as she grabbed a sandwich 

“I’m always pale, I wear a mask.” Simon replied 

“Well you need to get some sun while you’re home.” Momma Lynn reached up and placed her hand on his cheek. “My handsome boy.” 

Simon leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead. 

“Alright I should make some introductions.” He leaned over and took Clara back from Ava. “Ava this is Johnny, Gaz and John.” 

The guys all stood up and Ava smiled while she shook all their hands. 

“I’ve heard a lot about you guys. I’m glad to finally put faces to names.” 

“And this is Clara.” Simon had a huge grin on his face and it made Y/N happy seeing him as a proud dad. 

“She’s a right cutie isn’t she?” Johnny reached forward and took Clara’s hand, shaking it. 

“Yeah Simon she’s a beautiful little girl” John added and smiled at him and Ava. 

“I still can’t believe you’re a dad.” Kyle chuckled

Everyone then sat back down at the table and started eating. Before Momma Lynn sat down she addressed the group. 

“Alright while I have you all here I’ll let you know the sleeping arrangements. I’ve moved everyone around so we all fit. So Brooke, the twins and Emma are going to share Emma’s room. Charlie, Meadow and Ky are in Charlie's room, Johnny and Kyle are going to share Brooke’s room and then John and Y/N can stay in her room. I know it’s a bit squished but does that work for everyone? ”  

John looked over at Y/N and watched her instantly tense. He was about to offer to take the couch instead but Y/N spoke up. 

“Yes momma. Sounds good.” 

John was shocked into silence. He glanced at Y/N who wasn’t making eye contact with him instead she was chatting with Johnny, and laughing. Maybe that look they shared earlier meant something and she was willing to listen to him now. Maybe they could put this behind them. He felt hopeful and smiled. 

[xomoosexo]

picturing dream waking up in a cold sweat to write cat beanie storage rack on his big white board

FUCKDHHSHSH I'm imagining when he censors the whiteboard with emojis that's what's on it

[sassycheesecake]

A/N: I have been really into dark romance and shit, ever since I got that TikTok recommendation. I hereby present yakuza!Shinsuke Kita x Reader. Part 1/2

‘Shit. Shit. Shit! I am late!’, you curse yourself as you almost bolt out of the train, as soon as it stops and its doors open.

You accidentally ran into a lot of people, shouting quick apologies over your shoulder, still running to your workplace.

Thank the heavens for your stamina.

Finally arriving at the Tokyo Ambulance Rescue Station, you quickly run inside and each of your coworkers stops what they are doing to look at you.

Huffing and almost wheezing like you’re having an asthma attack, you step inside and head to the female locker room without looking at any of your coworkers.

Already feeling disgusted by your sweaty state, you change into your paramedic uniform nonetheless. 

Now in fresh clothes, you trot your way to one of the ambulance vehicles, seeing your friend Makima checking the equipment in the backpacks and making sure everything is filled up. 

Gulping in nervousness, you approach slowly.

“Glad you decided to show up. Almost done.” Makima tells you in a deadly calm voice. Makima is one of those people who despise being late, whether it's herself or someone she is waiting on. She is only a few years older than you but still your superior. Great, this is just your first month after graduating but you were so tired last night that you forgot to put on your damn alarm for the next morning. 

Not that this is an excuse, but your showing up is all that matters right?

With shaking footsteps, you make your way into the vehicle and start apologizing in a rant.

“Makima I am so so sorry, I promise it will never happen again!”, you frantically explain yourself, still out of breath.

The long-haired redhead briefly looks at you before bursting out laughing and you don’t know if this makes you feel better or worse. 

Giggling, she closes up the i.v. medication backpack and storages it back underneath the cabinet of the bandages. 

“(Y/N) don’t worry about it really, shit happens to all of us. No one is perfect and everyone here at the station was late once. Even me.” Makima explains and you can feel yourself being able to breathe easier already.

Just when you were about to reply to her, your beeper went off with a loud annoying peeping voice.

You run to the rack, where your black jacket with your name and the words T.A.R.S. are stitched into, and hop into the passenger seat of the vehicle.

Reading the screen at the front, you groan at the message that the fire station has sent you.

‘PATIENT PROB OD, TROUBLE BREATHING, UNCONSCIOUS, UNRESPONSIVE ‘

It’s probably the troublesome homeless teenager Denji again. You have met Denji twice now. Once beaten up badly and lying knocked out cold in an alley where he was found by a couple of passengers. The other time you found him almost bleeding to death due to a deep stab wound in his thigh, which he explained he simply got mugged. 

Nonetheless, you press the buttons for the siren and the blue lights, while Makima steps on the gas to rush to the scene. 

The rush and adrenaline are running through your system, making your heart bounce in excitement. Saving lives in acute situations is your thing! It’s a working environment that always comes with new foreign things and patients. Each day is different, which is exactly what your brain needs. Even if you have to drive through the massive city of Tokyo, the different kinds of people and the stories you get to tell your parents sometimes, are worth their shocking and even disgusting expressions sometimes. 

Once you were called to a restaurant, in which a patient had an allergic reaction and went into a nonlethal anaphylactic shock. 

The patient told you that his date was so horrible, that he purposely ate onions, even though he is allergic to them. 

All just to get away from her.

Shaking your head, the logic of men never ceases to amaze you. 

Arriving at the scene, you see two people leaning over a young guy that is laying on the sidewalk. He is already turned to his side, making sure in case he needs to throw up, he doesn’t choke on his vomit. Mentally thanking these people for performing the stable lateral position on the unconscious boy.

You grab the mobile vital monitor and the backpack that includes material for giving an I.V. including meds and an infusion. 

Before Makima grabs the breathing and the medical suction pump, she turns off the siren but leaves the blue lights on. Pressing the lock on the car keys, the ambulance is securely locked. Unfortunately, people tend to break into ambulance vehicles and proceed to steal the medications.

Both women are rushing to the patient, quickly going through the ABCDE approach, and they manage to load him onto the stretcher after making sure he didn’t overdose. His heart is beating abnormally fast, his blood pressure is at 75/40 and when you shine a small flashlight to take a look at his eyes, his pupils are dilated.

There’s no doubt about it, that Denji got his hands on cocaine.

After giving him Adrenaline and Naloxone, his condition stabilises and Denji begins to stir.

Blinking his eyes open, a bright light immediately greets him and Denji swears he died. 

He feels incredibly nauseous and his head is spinning like he just went on countless rides on a spinning wheel. 

You hover over Denji’s pale figure, a vomiting bag already in your right hand. 

“Denji? Can you hear me?” You ask him in a concerned voice.

When Denji was about to answer, he rapidly sits up and snatches the bag out of your hand, and hurls right into it.

Rubbing his back in a comforting manner, you sit beside him on the stretcher.

Makima is giving a quick report to their station boss, before joining you in the vehicle.

The sight of Denji vomiting disgusts Makima, deciding to wait outside because she can’t stand the smell or sight of someone throwing up.

“Denji, I think we should really take you to the hospital, you’re only 16 years old, where did you even get this stuff?” You ask him in a worried voice.

“It’s none of your business, let me out! I need to go!” Denji snaps at you, beginning to stand up. 

You know you shouldn’t fight someone who just woke up from a drug rush, so you let him stand up.

Standing on wobbly legs, he places his hand against the vehicle wall to stabilize his balance.  

Breathing heavily out of his mouth, he was about to open the vehicle door when Makima already beat him to it.

Surprised that he is up, she moves to the side to let him step out of the vehicle.

Denji almost falls flat on his face and his pale face makes you even more worried about him. 

“Denji, are you sure you’re okay? Do you want us to call anyone?” 

“Stop acting like you fucking care about me. I am just a street rat. I don’t need your pity! Just leave me the fuck alone!” He angrily spits at you, like a moody teenager that got his phone taken away. 

Makima and you are watching him walk away, still unbalanced but both of you leave him be.

“You’re welcome by the way for not letting you die today!” Makima yells after him. Denji shows his middle finger up in response and continues to stomp away.

Sighing in defeat, Makima and you get back into the vehicle and you are making your way back to the station.

Giving the report that the patient refused to cooperate and come with you, you drive back.

The clock strikes 22:00 and Makima and you are finally free to change after the night shift has arrived. 

Farewelling Makima goodbye, you begin to walk to the train station.

Having your headphones in your ear, you scroll through your Spotify playlist and choose ‘Glitter and Gold’. 

You had a really busy day and barely had a chance to go to the bathroom. 

Entering the women’s restroom, you look up from your phone, and the sight before you freezes immediately.

Right in front of you stands a very tall guy with sandy-blonde hair, he has to be at least 6’1 and he is holding a lot of tissues against his arm, blood soaking each tissue.

The stranger holds a painful expression while putting pressure on his arm.

His muscled body is leaning against the sink, the blood on his upper arm dripping down right into it. 

Brown eyes rapidly look in your direction, his face shining with curiosity.

Chuckling nervously, he starts talking with his deep voice.

“Don’t scream, don't call for anyone. Just got a little scratch on my arm.” 

Blinking a few times at his wound, you slowly step towards him.

Your approach is making him tense, his non-injured arm moving to his side, where he holds a dagger in case you want to attack him.

“Your wound looks pretty bad. Don’t worry I am a paramedic, I can take care of that if you want to.”

The blonde-haired giant looks at you for a few seconds, making sure you’re not lying. 

After a few moments of tense silence, he nods unsurely.

Breathing out slowly, you awkwardly glance at the door and at him a few times. 

“Uhm. Just follow me then, I need to take a proper look at it. I have my materials at home so come home with me so I can patch you up properly.” You explain to him.

His eyes watch you carefully, hesitantly he nods and puts his maroon jacket back on.

“Do you have a belt or something on you?” You ask him as you both exit the public restroom. 

The tall stranger nods and takes off his belt to hand it to you.

Grasping the belt you begin to tie it around his arm, so the wound hopefully stops the bleeding until you both arrive at your place. 

Wincing at the tightness, he thanks you quietly.

As you both begin to enter the train, which is thankfully empty around this time on a weekday, you ask him what happened to his arm.

“Not that's yer business anyway, so I’d rather not say.” He avoids your curious look. 

“But that wound is pretty deep! You need to go to the hospital and get that stitched up probably.” You try to reason with him.

“I am serious. Drop it.” He snaps at you with an angry frown.

Accepting his request, you decide to drop it. 

With nervous hands, you glance down at the metro floor and wait in silence to arrive at your destination. 

Ten uncomfortable minutes later, you both arrive at the subway station that is close to your apartment.

Unlocking the door with your key, you enter inside and wait for him.

The blonde hesitates for a few seconds, glancing down the hallway nervously before deciding that you’re not a threat, and enters as well.

Gently closing the door, you urge him to follow you into your bathroom where your medical kit lies underneath the sink.

You direct him to sit on the edge of the bathtub and he complies without question.

“I need to see your wound properly in order to clean it up.” You tell him while putting on medical gloves and setting the necessary materials like the stitching materials, disinfectant wipes, and fluid, and scissors. 

He winces while rolling up his sleeve to present you with his injury. 

You start by taking a wet washcloth and gently dabbing it around the area, quietly apologizing whenever he hisses and flinches away from the touch.

As you are now able to see the injury better, you see that it’s actually a bullet wound, hence the bleeding was so heavy.

Shocked that he has this kind of injury, you remember that he doesn’t want to talk about how he got it. 

“Lift your arm please, I need to know if the bullet is still in the muscle tissue.“

He gives you an incredulous look since lifting his arm would only worsen his pain. Nonetheless, he complies.

Quickly looking around his arm you don’t see an exit wound, closing your eyes in pity for the stranger, you know what you are going to say next, definitely won’t be easy.

“Let me guess. That thing is still in there.” He looks to the ceiling of your bathroom with a tight smile.

“U-Uhm yes. I told you to go to a hospital. It needs to be surgically removed. I really recommend it Mr….”, you drift off as you don’t recall knowing his name.

He looks at you and realizes he’s never introduced himself to you properly. 

“Name’s Atsumu Miya, ya can call me Atsumu.” 

Later on, Atsumu enters the familiar door of the headquarters of the ‘Fox Den’ and lets out a heavy sigh.

The pent-up frustration from the fight with Karasuno, the pain, and the treatment that he had to bite through with you is making his body insanely tired from exhaustion. 

Nonetheless, he needs to give a report to his boss, the leader of the Inarizaki gang of Hyogo. 

Atsumu walks down the hallway that has multiple doors connected to it and since it’s awfully quiet, Atsumu guesses that most members are either asleep or away on missions.

Entering the lift at the end of the hallway, he presses the ‘5’ button for the conference rooms and where also the office of his boss. 

Swinging back and forth on his heels, Atsumu waits until the elevator stops and continues his path to the room of the leader of Inarizaki.

Once he arrives at his destination, he knocks first, before entering.

“Hey Kita, 'm back from the mission." The blonde says when he steps into the office.

A man who has silver hair with black tips in it, is sitting at the desk and he briefly looks up from his laptop with a stoic face, before looking down again, continuing to type something down. 

Ignoring the warm greeting of his boss, Atsumu plops down on one of the chairs in front of the desk and puts his arms behind his head to stretch.

Unfortunately, he completely forgot about the injury on his arm, immediately putting the injured arm down again with a winced hiss. 

The head of the gang looks at his trusted friend before a slight frown of concern decorates his face. 

“What happened?“ he asks in a calm voice.

“Oh, you know the usual. Just some fuckers from Karasuno in our territory and one of them fucking shot me.“ Atsumu explains while gently rubbing over his arm, feeling the wrapped bandage from you underneath his jacket. 

His frown deepens at the mention of their rival gang, the Karasuno crows, but listens quietly. 

“Do you need medical attention? Do you want me to send Ginjima or Riseki up?“ He continues to question him.

“Nah, I am good Kita. Got stitched up by this cute girl that I met while I was bleedin‘ out like a pig in a women’s restroom by the train station.“ Atsumu pulls his sleeve to reveal the bandage.

Kita glances at the bandage on his friend‘s arm, a mix between concern and anger but also suspicion haunts his face. 

He slowly gets up from his chair and rounds his table with slow steps, making his way toward the older twin.

The injured man looks at him with curious eyes while raising his eyebrow in confusion.

The silver-haired man stares at one of his most trusted right-hand man with a neutral expression and puts his arms behind his back.

“Tell me more about this mysterious medic girl.“ He demands.

Atsumu grins mischievously at his boss and begins to tell him about his fight to the encounter of meeting you. 

Yawning, you stretched out your exhausted limbs and climbed into your comforting blue soft blankets. The feeling of your head hitting the cushy pillow makes you sigh in bliss. It was a long day, first the rowdy patients, then getting vomited on by a drunk homeless person that almost overdosed, and then there was the injured blonde-haired stranger you met tonight. You’re not going to lie, it was a whole mountain of stupid to just invite a stranger over to your apartment. Anxiously, you remember, that he mentioned he didn’t want to go to the hospital to get patched up because he needs to stay anonymous. 

The only question is…

Why does he need to do that?

Your thoughts are interrupted when your phone vibrates with a message. You curiously pick it up to see what the notification is. 

Eyes widening in shock and also a concern, you glance at your screen.

Unknown number

‘Thank you for taking care of my friend. I would like to repay you some time for your kind service’