#Shrink Wrapping Machine for Roll

[a-boca-do-inferno]

a goddess in my right eye (koba x human!reader) [request]

summary: Kobaʼs plan was just to grab some human guns, until he saw you. Whatever could happen?

warnings: angst-ish, fluff, swearing

words: 1.1k

notes: based on animal by aurora. enjoy <3

You snapped your head at the quiet thud of something falling on the floor, stopping your repairs on the light above you. You came down from the stool you had been standing on and cleaned your hands with a cloth, throwing it aside as you frowned. Who could be around here at dinner time? Mostly everyone was having supper now… Except for the drunk assholes watching over the armoury, of course. Rolling your eyes impatiently, you strolled in the direction of the sound and froze in your tracks as soon as you spotted one of those apes with his back turned to you. You let out a gasp and tried to calm down, gripping the wall you hid behind tightly. Taking another experimental peak at the scene, that’s when you saw it.

Pause. Everything happened so quickly, you didn’t even finish blinking; dead bodies surrounded the angry ape whilst he made his way toward you, stomping firmly on the cement with the biggest scowl you’d ever seen, a machine gun dangling loosely from his arm. Your whole body shook with fear and adrenaline, your hands drenched in sweat and closed in fists. Your mind went completely blank for a second. Run. Run. Run. Yet you simply could not move, your soles glued to the ground beneath your worn out boots. His piercing gaze bore into your soul like burning knives cutting through it. It was helpless. That was your end.

Right?

“Human.” He scoffs, his scarred face contorted in disgust and... curiosity, to say the least. Koba sized you up and down, invading your personal space, his hot breath hitting you so aggressively you had to flinch. Seeming mildly amused by your terrified state, he orders gruffly, “name.” 

“(y/n). I-I won’t say anything, I promise…” You stammer, shrinking even further as the ape towers over you, panting with his mouth open. His sharp exhales blew your hair slightly; such a foreign sensation. Surely that wasn’t the same guy who’d come make peace with your group earlier, riding horses and such? This one appeared not to be awfully fond of the human race in comparison. When you noticed the creature only kept on coming closer, his chest almost pressing against yours, you gulped. “Who… are you?” Your voice is but a whisper.

There was something uncanny about the way Koba examined you. He’d never seen a human that was not a scientist and you most certainly were not one, wearing those old clothes and smelling of grease. You seemed scared, but not because of him—not completely. You seemed scared of everything. The ape enjoyed how you shrank away from his every move like a small animal cornered by its prey; the rules were reversed now, it seemed. His nose caught a whiff of your natural smell again, one he couldn’t quite place under the layer of lubricant. He tilted his head, his sharp stare never leaving your eyes.

“Koba.” He huffs, pointing to himself proudly. His good eye inspected your every feature with a more obviously curious gleam now. His large hand reached out for your cheek and you pursed your lips as he traced your soft skin with his fingertips. His breathing remained heavy and quick, taking in your scent. Letting out a deep grunt, albeit not as hostile as before, the ape concedes, “Koba… like (y/n).”

You can’t help but raise your brows, surprised and confused at the statement. “What…”

He gives your face another rough but faint brush of his fingers before holding your chin in place. “Bad human.” Koba continues, pointing at the dead bodies with the gun he’s still holding, then turns to you and places his palm on your collarbone tentatively. He nods briefly. “Good… human.”

A shiver ran up your spine as he pulled you closer, wrapping an arm securely around your hips. The situation was so widely unexpected you couldn’t hold back a nervous laugh, gripping his furry shoulders for support as he held you. Koba was pleased at the sound you made and accompanied you with a chuckle of his own, deeper and more gravelly than yours. Your breathing was still slightly ragged, trying to make sense of what he meant with his words and his actions. A monkey in love with you? Like… King Kong or something?

“Why did you do this?” You ask, genuinely eager to know, while also attempting to escape your rushed thoughts. It wasn’t like those morons would be greatly missed by you. Good riddance. “Why… did you kill them?”

Koba blinks slowly, considering your questions. He doesn’t respond and instead throws the machine gun behind you, putting both his strong arms around your midriff, “Koba want you.” He snarls, impatient.

You snort and sigh, blushing despite yourself. These apes are really something. “I…”

“No talk.” He cuts you off, covering your lips with his calloused hand swiftly, yet tenderly. You obeyed if only because of the fear of turning out just like your dead buddies, but you wouldn’t fool yourself and pretend you weren’t enjoying him holding you like this. And Koba was aware of that too, huffing softly, “come?”

You took in what he was asking. He wanted you to leave the group with him? For what? For how long? His bright eye watched you carefully, even expectantly, eager for an answer. You thought back to the light you were fixing just now; this place was falling apart, anyway, and you’d had your fair share of disagreements with the leader more than once ever since the apes came along. You were almost certain they’d cause a war one way or the other, from both sides, and at some point you’d have to choose your own. And you sure as hell weren’t gonna be on Dreyfus’.  

Pulling you out of your thoughts, he asserted, giving your waist a tighter squeeze just in case, “with Koba.”

“Yes.” You breathe, not even letting him close his mouth entirely. Koba hoots gently and joins your foreheads. You smile and cup his face, blurting out in a small snicker, “this is crazy.”

The ape grunted in agreement, a smirk playing across his thick lips as you touched his scars so delicately. He closed his eyes and huffed, enjoying the warm sensation of your breath on his skin. He nuzzled into the soft hollow of your neck and sniffed, taking in as much of your muskiness as he could, eliciting a low rumble from his throat and pulling you against him forcefully, almost possessively.

“Crazy ape.” The ape follows your amusement in kind, placing a hand on his own chest. His fangs appear more as he grins, now pointing to you, “crazy human.”

[forthelostones]

𝚙𝚝.𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 ; 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 ─── ⋆

⟡⋆˙୨ᥫ᭡. 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚞 - 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎!𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ᥫ᭡.୧⋆˙⟡

synopsis: abby was a woman whose presence was becoming deeply irresistible to you. in your final year of nursing school, you toil with the idea of pursuing her — ruin what you have or enjoy what’s in front of you?

warnings. 18+ (mdni); sub!abby, domsub!abby, sexual themes, jealousy, fluff, nickname: dummy, and modern au - pre-established relation.

an: hi everyone, i appreciate you all sooo soo much. happy friday... i am taking a break to focus on my own personal writing!!! so, sorry for the wait, I wanted this to be good and satisfying.

palestinians still need e-sims!!! click the link to figure out how you can donate.

(no y/n)

wc: 3.6k

Monday morning came with a vengeance, collecting you and Abby swiftly. You had been staying in her apartment since you returned home and had no complaints. Abby was always awake before you, getting ready for her day at 4:00 am, no matter if it’s clinical or lectures, her routine remains the same. Although it seemed insane, she thought you were silly for not doing it her way.

She’d roll over, squeeze your lower belly with her forearm, and cradle you into her body. Her nose was tucked in the crease between your shoulder and jaw. This happened around 3:50 am just before her clock sounded, with her small snores tickling you out of your dreamscape. Abby slept with a white noise machine, black-out curtains, a fan on the lowest setting, and a mouthguard. Her tepid body soothed you into the deepest sleep you had ever gotten. The blend of her honey shampoo and vanilla-pine body wash was intoxicating. Something about her presence allowed you to relax and feel protected — it was more than a feeling but a simple truth that Abby would protect you. 

“Good morning, baby.” She groaned, words slurring a bit. 

You reply with a drowsy, mumbly string of words. 

Abby scooted down to the edge of the bed and slid her feet into her thin, black house slippers. She shuffled her feet against the hardwood and opened the door, revealing a black hole in the living space. Abby’s routine has been solid no matter what season of her life she was in. Early mornings lead to successful days and those days lead to a fulfilling life. She had many admirable traits that you hoped to rub off on you soon. 

“Hey, come on. It’s time to get up.” She said, placing her hand on your cheek, wrapped in a towel after her morning shower. 

“Abby.” You groan. 

“Listen, it’s breakfast time, you need to get up, my love.” 

Her 'my love' squeezed at the deepest parts of you. Tossing you into a whirlwind of unknown emotions that put a sense of fear into your bones. Her thumb began to caress your brow awakening you to reality. She leans down and kisses your forehead, her wet hair dripping onto the duvet. After stretching, you met her in the bathroom where she was blow-drying her hair. Although the sink was not large, she found space for your toothbrush on the porcelain. 

“How should I do my hair?” She asked.

“Why don’t you wear it down? It’ll look really pretty.” You smile, covering the bristles with Abby’s expensive whitening toothpaste. 

She ran her fingers through the strands and frowned. “I need a haircut. I’ll keep it braided. Could you give me a haircut later tonight?” 

Abby’s icy iris’ shimmered sincerely into yours with a quiet desperation you can attribute to domestication and commitment. You leaned in, mouth minty, and kissed her softly. 

“Of course, Abs.” 

All nursing students were called into a meeting to discuss the next steps of their career post-grad, which meant passing a HESI exam before the NCLEX. You and Abby arrived at the hall filled with all your peers with matching strawberry protein smoothies. Abby insisted on taking your bag and holding it as you got settled, a sweet gesture that made you shrink once you noticed the other bodies in the room. 

“When you go to the library, make sure to give the librarians your assigned access code. HESI books are not cheap! If you want additional materials see me later. Anderson?” 

You turn your head to see Abby’s hand raised, a curious look glazed on her face. “So, are their online resources as well that are paid for through our tuition?” She asked. 

“No. But like I said I will gladly see you after.” 

Abby shook her head and leaned over to you. “Bet these books are from the ninety’s.” 

You smiled at her and gently placed your hand on her knee. Her mouth tightened into a smirk. The info session ended and you and Abby had to part ways for the hour-long break between classes. She leaned in with her lips puckered, ready to embrace you. She sensed your reluctance. 

“If you’d prefer no PDA, let me know.” She whispered. 

You look over your shoulder to the students milling about the building with their faces locked to their phones. No one was looking because no one cared. 

“No, it’s fine,” You mutter, planting a kiss on her lips. 

“I’m going to the gym, I’ll see you or… you can always work out with me?” She said, pulling away. 

“Let me think about it.” 

Abby was getting weary of your indecisiveness. 

She grins and walks away, leaving you empty, like you did something wrong. It made you question how could someone be so sure about something they never experienced themselves. Commitment wasn’t a common feature of Abby’s life. Her lack of relationships — you would think — should deter her from jumping into anything too quickly. But was it quick to her or just quick to you? You realize you’ve been standing in the same spot for too long and need to be productive with this break. 

how was your holiday? 

haven't heard from you. 

You cringe at the second message because it's true, you two haven’t talked at all since Abby’s meltdown. That night Ellie took you to her place and consoled you. She may have appeared intimidating the night of the house party but there’s another side of her that’s so loving and forgiving — people didn't expect that from her, and neither did you. 

“Listen, she just needs some time to cool down. I’m sure it’ll be fine. You need to take care of yourself too.” She said, brushing her knuckles on your burning cheek. 

You turned towards Ellie and kissed her gently, melding into her mouth, the salt of your tears glazing her top lip. It felt right in the moment, a distraction. Ellie’s hands came up to your shoulders and enveloped you in a hug. Your hearts vibrated against each other, nursing more tears out of you. “Ellie, I’m sorry—”

“No, none of this is your fault, it’s okay love,” 

Her palms rustled against the fabric of your top, warm and firm. You sigh gently into her neck, making Ellie ache for you. You lift your chin from the crook of her neck and press your lips onto the length of her throat. Her skin was syrupy-sweet, glazing your tongue with the taste of her. Suddenly, her waist was in your hands, and your thumbs were tucked into her waistband, massaging her hipbones. 

“You want me to help you forget her?” Ellie suggested, tongue clacking in your ear.  

Ellie spread you out on her bed, body under the lights still bruised from the night you and Abby had, serving as the reminder she intended it to be in the first place. The way Ellie’s eyes widened as she crouched at the edge of the bed while between your thighs made you shiver. She ran her fingers up and down your thighs, manipulating your curves, grabbing at the places she wanted her lips the most. You struggled under the woman’s grip, fighting the restraints she put on your hands, arms above your head, and wrists tied together with black silk scarves. 

The red lights around the perimeter of her ceiling illuminated only the darkest parts of her. The outline of her short, brown hair and broad shoulders dipped downwards to plant a kiss on your belly. You bit your lip to stifle your moans. Her thumb played with the slick between your lips, the pressure waning when she came close to your stiff clit. 

“Do you want me to make you cum?” 

“Yes.” You mumbled. 

“Okay, beautiful, don’t worry, just relax, okay?” 

Ellie worked you for every last drop. You could barely hold yourself up in the shower as your knees trembled underneath you. She insisted that you shouldn’t bother putting on clothes as you dropped the towel from your body. Her tatted hand tapped the mattress as you crawled over to her. The woman’s body was sculpted and enticing, flourishing with sex. You cup her petite breasts and place your mouth on her nipple as you spread your legs over her thigh. 

“Your flight…” She winched. 

“What about it?” You sucked. 

“It’s… early and it’s… late.” 

“Okay, I’ll stop.” 

Ellie frowned and licked her lips. 

“Too bad, I’m already soaked.” She said, spreading her legs open and curving her fingers inside. 

She moans your name, stretching her hole out on her two middle fingers. Her back arched as she worked her dripping pussy like she was alone. The sight alone made your entire body fiery. Her body slithered on the sheets as she increased the speed. 

You spread your fingers onto Ellie’s thigh, and she flicked your hand away. “You don’t get to touch me now, just be pretty and watch, okay?” She grunts. 

As the memories played in your mind, you sat on a bench outside the building, on the quad, legs crossed tightly, your thumbs pondering a reply to type. The wind blew a chill against the sensitive skin on your ears, burning them, “Hey.” 

Ellie’s face was freckled with light cracking through the clouds. She sat down next to you, hair tucked away in a black knit hat, and wearing a premature glare. 

“Hi.” You whisper.

She peered down at your phone, and the corner of her mouth lifted. 

“I saw you when I was coming out of the Technology building. You looked cold.” She chuckled awkwardly to fill the silence. 

“Ellie,” You start. “I'm sorry I didn’t text you or call.” 

“I see what this is.” She takes your hands into hers and blows warm air into the cup of your hands. 

“You do?” 

“I fall hard and fast and it’s something I have an issue with. Maybe I scared you into something you weren’t ready for, I do that. I liked you a lot, and I wanted this to go further but I can’t keep putting myself in the position to be more for you than you are for me.” 

You just nod as she lays a kiss on your cheek. 

“I understand.” You reply. 

Abby wiped the water from her mouth as she sipped out of her canteen. She noticed Ellie as she walked across an empty lawn, trekking towards you. She stopped in her tracks and watched as Ellie kissed you, her fist slowly curling into itself. The contact of her mouth on your body of any kind was the deepest betrayal she’d ever felt. The feeling of inadequacy pulsed through her as she watched the brunette slowly creep away, peering over her shoulder. Abby never fought, but the image of tackling Ellie to the ground was vivid in her mind. 

In the car ride home, Abby played music over the impermeable silence in the car, something she never did. Her thumbs pressed into the steering wheel with a tightness that could snap it into two. The routine felt different as she placed her bag on the floor and kicked her shoes off aggressively. She made an intentional mess, a display of how she was feeling inside.  

“How was your break?” She asked.

“What?” You quirk.

“The hour break we had. How was it?” She used her fingers to brush her locks to undo her braid. 

“Fine, how was your workout?” 

“Really good, finished early and saw you and Ellie keeping each other warm.” 

Her hands were on her hips, patiently awaiting an answer. You take your coat off, set your bag down, and walk over to her causing her to step away from you. “Don’t touch me.” She spat, holding her hands parallel to your chest. 

“Abby, it wasn’t what you think,” 

She raised her brow as to say, continue. 

“We broke it off. It’s done.” 

Her face relaxed slightly. 

“You and Ellie are done?” 

“It’s over Abby.” You wrap your arms around her waist and kiss her with a deep tenderness that makes her knees wobble. 

“It’s over, but she kissed you?” Abby felt the need to overshadow her blatant embarrassment.

She tugged her lip into her teeth and smiled. 

“I wasn’t expecting it. I think it was a friendly goodbye.”

“I should’ve been direct with you.” She admitted. 

“Yes, you’re right, you should have. But I should’ve told you immediately when I saw you before class.” 

She kissed your forehead, “Can you still help me cut my hair?” 

Abby pulled a chair from the dining room table and wrapped an old towel around her neck. She trusted you enough with the shears near her beautiful hair. Before she sat down, she placed the bands where she wanted her hair cut. It wasn't a lot off, but just enough. 

Abby wasn’t used to being taken care of. She felt an overwhelming sense of elation. The mixing of her emotions felt confusing yet so clear. When you finished cutting and brushing her scalp, all she could do was smile. “Would you like for me to wash it?”

Abby turned to you and scoffed, eyes wide with disbelief. “You don’t have to, you know that, right?” 

“I know, but I want to.” You kiss her forehead, and she closes her eyes, savoring the moment.

Abby bent over the tub in the bathroom as you removed the shower head and wet her scalp. The sweet, honey shampoo suds coaxed her freshly chopped hair, and Abby hummed pleasurably with every scratch. 

“You okay my dear?” You asked. 

“Yes, ” She replied with a smile you could hear.

I’m her dear, Abby thought. She was going to explode at the words alone, but she had to calm her beating heart. She was wondering if she’s pressuring you into commitment too quickly with no warning. But she couldn’t help it, everything about you made her fall deeper every day. You rinsed out the remaining product put a towel around her hairline, and pat her strands dry. 

“Ready for your conditioner?” You say, squeezing a glob into your palm. 

With Abby’s back against the tub, she just peered up at you, eyebrows damp, practically floating in the shine of you. “Abby?” You laugh. 

“Oh yes, yes?” 

“Why are you looking like that? Did I cut it too short?” You say, reaching for her ends.

“No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. Why are you doing this?” 

“Helping with your hair?” You snort. 

“Not just this, everything…”

You shake your head and begin to apply the conditioner tip to the root. 

“I’m serious.” 

“Is it a crime to treat the woman I like soo much?” 

It was on the tip of her tongue. She didn’t just like you, she thinks she loves you. 

“It’s not.” She shrugs. 

“Let me take care of you. You deserve it, Abby.” 

“I don’t. I really don’t.” A silent slip from her subconscious leaked, and moments like that didn’t happen with Abby. Her eyes fell toward the titled floor. You lifted her chin with your slippery hand, leaving a splotch on her chin, making her giggle. 

“I’m not even going to reply to you.” You reply, dabbing her chin with the towel. 

“Why do you like me?” 

Abby sunk into the floor with her arms around her legs, pulling them closer to her chest. You crossed your legs and laid in the v-shape where her knees connected. “Who said I liked you at all Anderson?” You kid. 

She scuffs and hides her face with her hands. “That was a dumb question wasn’t it?” 

“No, because I do like you. I like that you’re so precise with everything. But other than that, I love how curious you are about the small things and how that impacts your attention to detail. These past few days, I noticed how you would throw my clothes in the dryer just before I wake up so they’re warm when I’m ready to go. You always take my bag to let up on any extra weight I put on myself, not just physically but mentally too. Rubbing my back until I sleep, soothing me. I love that, Abby.”

Abby knew her face was turning bright red, and she couldn’t hide it. 

“You know that, right? Abby? You make me feel safe.” You add. 

“I didn’t know that. I kind of think I’m putting a lot on you.” 

You begin brushing the product through her hair in sections. 

“It can feel like that sometimes when you spend most of your days with each other.” 

“I can’t show my feelings in other ways than taking care of you. I’m sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry? Abby, are you listening to what I’m saying?” 

She just shakes her head, leaving you wondering what’s going on through that mind of hers.

“Abby. Talk to me.” You beg. 

“I like you, I like you more than I’ve ever liked anyone before and the feelings are strong and unfamiliar. The sex just intensifies it, y'know. I want to take care of you, make sure you’re happy and overall content with our lives together.” 

A string tugged in the lowest pit of your belly. 

“But Abby, you do know I want that for you too?” 

She retreated into herself, trying to shrink further into the floor. “Part of me wants that too and another part wants to accept it. It’s hard for me to receive it,” Abby felt reluctant to continue. “I don’t know.” 

“What were you about to say?” 

“Nothing..”

“Abby, please,”

“My whole life, well,” Her voice cracked. “I had to take care of myself. My parents — I never knew them well like I should have. Of course, up until I was maybe six my mom was around and my dad would always be working. I spent a lot of time on my own and I made sure I had to be the best at everything since that’s all I really had, being the best. Other than school, I picked up wrestling, Model UN, and Student Council, and I ran the Debate Team, I occupied so much of my time to distract from the fact that I felt so empty. Like I was searching for their love in other places.” 

Her hair clung to the sides of her face, and suddenly she appeared younger, like that little girl searching for love that would fill her up. Your chest became heavy with apparent sadness. You wiped your hands on the towel around her neck and brought your hand to her chin. 

“Do you feel like that with me?” 

“Anything but…” She grinned lightly. 

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.” 

“Yea?” 

“I like you, Abby. Just for you, even if you flunk out of school, lose this brain, this hair, and this perfect body, if you wanted to lose the parts of you that you think make you who you are, I would still see you as I always do. Please believe me when I say that.” 

Abby felt a tightening in her throat, your words made her feelings bubble over the edge of the pot called her heart. Her eyelids kissed, and a rolling tear tapped onto the back of her palm. She needed a moment, to herself, to let your words marinate in her mind. 

“It’s hard—”

“I know,” You shushed her and kissed her cheek. “Let’s get this conditioner out.” 

Abby stood in front of the mirror blowing her hair dry in her sports bra and a pair of cotton shorts hanging from her hips. Her face was stuck with a grimace that you wished to wipe from her face. You hug her waist, tugging her abs into your arms coating yourself in the dampness of her bra. 

“It looks great. Thank you,” She said, turning off the dryer. 

“Quit nursing school to do cosmetology?” 

“I’ll support you.” Her eyes narrowed before kissing you, and it felt different like all her desires from the beginning were crashing into you. A frantic gasp left her mouth while your lips wrapped around her tongue. Abby burned with an urgency that you couldn’t quite keep up with. Her chest puffs into yours, fighting for dominance and itching for more of your embrace. Abby leans down to brush her palm up the sides of your thighs, hoisting you into her arms onto her waist. You knew she could throw you any way she wanted, but it became real as you wrapped your legs around her body. You raise your hands to the sides of her face, forcing her deeper into the warmth of your mouth. The thin road of your lounge shorts became saturated with excitement. 

Although Abby yearned for you, she was sweet and supple, taking a fluid approach to her desires. She bit the bottom of your lip and sucked on the pink cushion. Her fingers explored the softest places she wanted to bite and bruise. She cupped your ass, pinching it with every lap of her tongue. Abby was levitating above this plane that you both existed on and merging onto a new one where only you two existed. She didn’t want to stop kissing you, feeling the weight of you in her arms this way and when you moved away slightly she frowned. 

She noticed your chest heaving, full of eagerness. 

“Abby, the HESI exam…” You carp in between the blonde’s kisses trailing your neck. 

“I know baby,” She buzzed on your skin, fully aware of her routine of studying, bathing, then bed. 

Abby knew school was her main priority, but in her heart, there was a shift to what the order of things in her life would soon become.

[angelbaby-fics]

Just saw my first picture of Ransom in the sweater during Autumn It has me thinking about Ransom where him being independent and less of a rich meanie, he is doing laundry and shrinks his sweater. THE sweater. So little gets a sweater just like cg Ransom. And he has to go buy another so they can match ♡ and they cuddle and eat cookies together ♡ that sounds like a nice day to me ♡

-♡

Sweater Weather

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: OMGGGGGGG anon this is such a cute idea!! i had to write it as a full fic & i even have some inklings of a part 2 in mind 😳 ahhh i'd give anything to hug him in that big comfy cozy sweater omg 🥺💕

Ransom could absolutely, one hundred percent do his own laundry. Seriously, how hard could it be? All he had to do was put the clothes in the machine, pour in some soap, and press start. Just because it took him until his forties to start doing this on his own didn’t mean you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks. Ransom was committed to setting a good example for you, teaching you how to be self-sustaining and not just a spoiled brat like he’d once been. As a result of this decision, the maid now only came every two weeks instead of weekly, and Ransom was responsible for everything in between. 

Dragging the hamper down into the laundry room, Ransom sighed as he tossed handfuls of dirty clothes into the washing machine. He slammed the metal door shut with a roll of his eyes; just because he could do the laundry didn’t mean he had to enjoy it. As the water began to fill up the drum of the machine, Ransom went back upstairs, settling into his big armchair to enjoy a book while he waited for you to wake up. The coffee he’d made earlier that morning was already room temperature by now, but he decided he’d rather just bear it than get up and make a new one. One chore was enough to deal with right now. When less than five minutes remained on the wash cycle, Ransom heard you stirring in your room upstairs. 

He took the stairs two at a time, not wasting a second to get you into his arms. Lifting you out of your crib, he rocked you back and forth, patting your back to soothe away a sob that hadn’t yet come. Ransom bounced you on his hip for a few minutes as you adjusted to the new morning, whispering sweet affirmations as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. He carried you over to the window, and you hid your face into his chest as he opened the curtains to let in the sunshine. Your daddy smelled like wood and cinnamon and love all wrapped up in one man.

The buzzer of the washing machine went off just as Ransom and you reached the bottom of the stairs. You looked up at him with wide eyes, frightened by the sudden noise, but he comforted you once more. “Shh baby, don’t worry,” Ransom soothed, “It's just the laundry.” He picked your blanket and pacifier up from the couch, adorning you with both. “Do you wanna help me put it all in the dryer?” You nodded, always eager for quality time with your daddy. He carried you back down to the basement where the laundry room was. You rarely saw this part of the house as you rarely needed to, aside from laundry it was mostly used for storage and guest accommodations if the upstairs guest rooms were taken. Curiously, you gazed all around you, taking in all the aspects of this new part of your daddy’s massive house. 

Ransom sat you on top of the dryer. Opening the doors of both machines, he began to take out damp clothes and hand them to you. It was your job to toss the clothes into the opening of the dryer below you. Finally, when all the clothes were loaded in, Ransom handed you a dryer sheet to put in with it all. It smelled like fresh lavender, the familiar scent of your sheets and blankets. You grinned behind your paci, so proud to be part of what made your house a home. Ransom picked you up off the dryer and set you down on the floor so you could push the door closed all by yourself, and you waved at your clothes through the clear window as they began to spin. 

To pass the time while the clothes dried, Ransom made you breakfast and helped you eat it at the kitchen table. He was just wiping off your face with the corner of your bib when he heard the buzzer on the dryer. This time you weren’t scared, you knew what the sound meant. 

“Is ready?” You asked with excitement.

“It sure is! Do you wanna help me organize it?” Ransom offered, happy to have his favorite little helper make the chores less boring.

Ransom removed your bib and lifted you back onto his hip. He put you back on top of the dryer and scooped all the warm, clean clothes into a hamper to take back upstairs.

“I’m sorry baby, but you gotta walk up with me.” He said with a sigh. “Daddy can’t hold you and the basket at the same time!”

But being the stubborn and spoiled little angel that you were, that wasn’t gonna happen. So Ransom carried you back upstairs, settled you into his big comfy bed, handed you a stuffy to watch you for the moment, and then retrieved the laundry on a second trip. When he got back upstairs, he dumped the warm clothes on top of you, making you giggle as the fresh laundry rained down on you in a flurry of cozy smells and soft textures. You emerged from the pile like a baby chicky from an egg. Ransom kissed your nose before starting to pick the clothes off of you one by one, folding each one as he went. One of your t-shirts, then another, a pair of his socks, and a cute little sweater of yours. 

Except… he couldn’t remember buying a sweater like this for you. In fact, it looked an awful lot like one of his sweaters but smaller.

“Oh, come on!” Ransom whined, dropping the shrunken sweater on the bed with frustrated force.

“What’s wrong, daddy?” You asked.

“I’m not sure,” Ransom replied, taking out his phone and furrowing his brows as he typed. 

Turns out, laundry was indeed more complicated than Ransom had assumed. If he’d been more careful, he would have known that some clothes needed special settings, or else the heat could warp the fibers and make them shrink. Thus, his favorite cream-colored cable knit sweater was now far too small for his giant frame.

It was perfect for you, however.

Thinking quickly, Ransom picked the sweater back up and held it up to you. Your eyes widened with glee. A new sweater just for you? And you’d be matching with daddy! You eagerly took the sweater out of his hands and put it on over your shirt. It fit you perfectly, the sleeves just slightly too long in the most perfectly cozy way. Wearing it felt like a constant hug from Ransom. Despite having just been washed, you could still smell him under the lavender scent. The threads of the knit were comfortably lived in, frayed around the hem from years of wear and anxious fiddling. That’s when you realized it was Ransom’s sweater all along, shrunken down to your size.

“But daddy…. It’s s’posed to be yours!” You said, looking up at him with a nervous look. 

As happy as you were to be the new owner of your favorite sweater, it saddened you to think you would never see him wear it again. Your eyes started to water, mourning the vision of your daddy as you always imagined him, snuggled up in the piece of clothing he’d owned the longest and worn most often. Change was hard for you to take, and Ransom understood that. “Hey, it's okay baby, you can have it now!” Ransom tried to cheer you up, gently wiping the tears from your face with his soft fingers.

“But I want you to have it!” You cried into the sleeves.

“It's too small for me, baby!” He laughed, a smile breaking through your sobs as you imagined Ransom squeezed into a tiny sweater. “But if you want, I can buy a new one for myself. Then we can match!”

You smiled, nodding leaning forward into his arms.

“Yeah? You like that idea?” Random asked, and you nodded again, killing two birds with one stone as you used the action to dry your tears on his shirt. “Alright baby, let's go out and buy a new sweater for daddy.”

[just-dreaming-marvel]

LEGACY ~ 3

LEGACY MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,975ish

Summary: As per usual for a Stark party, there's allows an afterparty.

Notes: I honestly want to get the later chapters out so bad! I've changed things for the better compared to the original character version of this story and I'm so excited to share!

Not long after you and Steve shared a dance, the guests had all been cleared out. The Team, Rhodey, Maria, Helen and yourself were all that were left. Sitting with the couches in a circle, everyone was focused on Thor’s hammer that rested on the coffee table in the center.

“But it’s a trick,” taunted Clint.

“Oh, no,” Thor responded. “It’s much more than that.”

“Uh, whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power!” Clint tried to make his voice deeper and more powerful. “Whatever man! It’s a trick.”

Thor motioned to his cherished weapon. “Please, be my guest.”

“Come on,” Tony urged.

“Really?” Clint questioned.

“Yeah!” Thor encouraged. 

Clint stood up and made his way over to the hammer.

“Oh, this is gonna be beautiful,” Rhodey quietly commented.

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed. “Should someone be recording this?”

“Clint, you’ve had a tough week, we won’t hold it against you if you can’t get it up,” Tony teased, causing everyone to laugh.

“You know I’ve seen this before, right?” Clint reminded Thor before he took hold of the hammer’s handle. He pulled at it, failing to lift it up from off the coffee table. Shaking his head, Clint chuckled. “I still don’t know how you do it.”

“Smell the silent judgment?”

“Please, Stark,” Clint motioned to the hammer, “by all means.” 

Tony stood up and dramatically unbuttoned his suit jacket.

“Oh, no,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“Here we go,” Natasha commented.

“Never one to shrink from an honest challenge,” Tony said, nudging Clint to the side with his shoulder. “It’s physics.”

“Physics!” Bruce repeated. 

“Right, so, if I lift it, I—I then rule Asgard?”

“Yes,” Thor answered, “of course.”

“Y/N, start packing your bags.”

“Okay, Dad,” you sarcastically replied. “Whatever you say.”

“I will be reinstituting Prima Nocta.”

“Dad, no!”

Tony smirked as his hand wrapped around the hammer’s handle. Grunting, he tried to lift the hammer but it didn’t budge.

“I’ll be right back,” he told everyone.

Tony jogged off, only to return a few moments later with an Iron Man gauntlet on. Everyone watched as he then tried to lift Thor’s hammer with his armored hand. Failing again, Tony convinced Rhodey to get a gauntlet from his War Machine suit and help.

“Are you even pulling?” Rhodey asked as he and Tony were trying to lift the hammer together.

“Are you on my team?” Tony shot back.

“Just represent. Pull!”

“Alright, let’s go!”

Even together, they weren’t able to lift the weapon from the table. Trying to hide the defeat, the two men put their gauntlets away and grabbed another drink before finding their seats. Bruce was chosen to go up next. As he failed to lift it as well, he roared as if he was going to change into the Hulk, which he also didn’t do. Natasha smiled sweetly at him while the rest looked at Bruce with wary expressions. Steve then stood up to give it a try, rolling up his sleeves along the way.

“Let’s go, Steve,” Tony jested. “No pressure.”

“Come on, Cap,” Rhodey joined in.

“You’ve got this, Steve!” you added..

Steve shot you a brief glance before gripping the handle of the hammer and pulling. Thor’s smug face quickly turned down into a frown as the hammer lifted slightly. Steve tried to lift it again but it didn’t move. You silently questioned if Steve could lift it and that he was just sparing Thor’s feelings.

“Nothing,” Thor breathed out in relief.

“Widow?” Bruce wondered, looking at Nat.

“Oh, no, no,” she replied, shaking her head. “That’s not a question I need answered.”

“Y/N?” Steve asked.

“Same here,” you responded. “I couldn't care less about picking up the hammer.”

“All deference to the man who wouldn’t be king, but it’s rigged,” stated Tony.

“You bet your ass,” Clint agreed as he playfully hit Tony’s back on his way to get another beer.

“Steve!” exclaimed Maria. “He said a bad language word.”

Steve shook his head. “Did you tell everyone about that?” He questioned Tony.

“I wasn’t told about it,” you said.

Steve smiled at you as Tony ignored you both, continuing to question the hammer, “The handle’s imprinted, right? Like a security code. Whosoever is carrying Thor’s fingerprints is, I think, the literal translation?”

“Yes,” Thor answered as he stood up. “Well, that’s, uh, that’s a very, very interesting theory. I have a simpler one.” He picked up the hammer and started to toss it. “You’re all not worthy.”

“Boo!” They all responded.

Suddenly, a loud screeching noise pierced everyone’s ears. Everyone all winced and quickly covered their ears. As it faded, Tony pulled out his phone to see what could possibly have caused that noise. Slow metal footsteps echoed throughout the room before a robotic voice spoke.

“Worthy… No…” the voice began, “how could you be worthy? You’re all killers… all of you.”

The whole group stood up and turned to face the direction of the voice. It looked like it was coming from a wrecked Iron Legion suit. Getting nervous, you took a step back so that you were closer to Steve.

“Stark,” Steve sternly called, taking a step closer to you.

“JARVIS,” Tony called, trying to get the AI’s attention.

“I’m sorry, I was asleep,” the robotic voice continued. “Or… I was a dream…”

Tony tapped on his phone screen, trying to stop the bot. “Reboot, Legionnaire OS, we got a buggy suit.”

“There was this terrible noise… and I was tangled in… in… strings… I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy.”

“You killed someone?” Steve questioned, fully stepping protectively in front of you.

“Wouldn’t have been my first call. But, down in the real world we’re faced with ugly choices.”

“Who sent you?” Thor asked.

“I see a suit of armor around the world,” Tony’s voice echoed from the speakers around the room.

Your head snapped in the direction of your father, who refused to look your way. “Dad?” You breathed out.

“Ultron,” said Bruce, sharing a worried glance with Tony.

“In the flesh,” the suit responded, “or, no, not yet. Not this chrysalis. But I’m ready. I’m on a mission.”

Noticing that Maria pulled out her gun and Thor was gripping his hammer tighter, you took a deep breath. You knew that this situation would most likely end in a fight.

“What mission?” Natasha questioned.

“Peace in our time,” Ultron responded.

All of a sudden, the rest of the Iron Legion came breaking through the walls and began attacking the group. Steve quickly grabbed you and flipped over the coffee table near them to block two incoming suits. The suits hit the table, causing you and Steve to fly back. Maria started shooting at the suits while Thor used his hammer. You and Steve looked at each other, panting slightly. Reaching a hand out, Steve gently ran his thumb across a bleeding cut on your forehead.

“I was going to ask if you were okay,” Steve said, “but you’re healing as I speak.”

“Yeah,” you replied, pushing yourself up, “it’s a great trick.”

Steve stood up as well. “You need to get somewhere safe.”

“Not a chance, Steve. I helped build these suits, I can help stop them.”

He gave a nod, knowing he didn’t have time to fight you on this. “Stay safe.” Then he ran off to take out a bot.

You glanced around, assessing the situation. Natasha had rushed Bruce to the other side of the bar, probably trying to keep him from turning green. Tony and Rhodey were on the other side of the room, trying to head to their suits but were quickly stopped by some rouge Iron Legion suits. Rhodey dropped through the glass floor and down to the next level.

“Rhodey!” Maria yelled as she shot at the suit that had taken Rhodey down.

You turned and spotted one of the suits, quickly running towards it. Having helped design the suits, you knew the weak points on the Iron Legion suits. You jumped over Clint as he slid under one of the tables and into a bookshelf. Using a piece of nearby furniture, you launched yourself onto the back of the suit that you had targeted. Reaching around the suit, you punched your hand into the chest and tore out the arc reactor. You pushed it away as you two fell to the ground. You landed on her hands and feet in a way that Natasha had taught you.

Quickly, you took out two more Iron Legion suits before one came up from behind you and grabbed your neck. As it squeezed your neck, it lifted you up. Your hands clawed at the iron fingers as your legs kicked back. You fought as the suit headed toward the staircase with you still in its grasp. 

All around you, fighting was still happening, causing no one to notice the situation you were in. Tony had grabbed a fondue stick and had launched himself onto one of the flying suits. At the same time, Thor and Steve were working together to protect Helen from being attacked.

“Stark!” Steve shouted, using his tone to ask the man to do something about the situation.

“One sec, one sec!” Tony yelled back, still flying around on the back of a rogue suit.

You gasped as the suit’s grasp around your neck grew tighter. With all your strength, you kicked back and got loose. You bolted for the nearby stairs, both to get away from the suit and to get to the control room. Unfortunately, you didn’t make it far before two of the suits grabbed you, each had one arm. You were forced around to face Ultron, one of the suits that had grabbed you.

“Hmm, you’re a special one, aren’t you?” Ultron taunted as he led you away from the stairs. “The files on you… so many files… they are all… interesting.” He was pausing like he was reading something in his mind.

“Let me go,” you demanded as you tried to get out of their grips.

“I am now one of the few who know the truth.”

“The truth? What truth?”

“The truth about you. The secrets that HYDRA and SHIELD have on you… I can tell you about them.”

“I don’t care what you know!”

“Join me and I will tell you the truth that no one has been willing to tell you themselves.”

“I would never join—”

“Cap!” Clint yelled.

The attention fell on Clint as he threw Steve the shield. Steve caught it and immediately threw it at the last standing Iron Legion that was holding onto your arm. It dismembered around your feet. 

“That was dramatic,” Ultron stated. “I’m sorry, I know you mean well. You just didn’t think it through.” Ultron shook his head. “You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. How is humanity saved if it’s not allowed to… evolve?”

“Let her go,” Tony’s voice was rough and serious. He pushed himself off of where he had landed on the stairs.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt her… yet. She has so much potential that could be used for my purpose. It would be a shame for her to go to waste too soon.” 

“Let her go,” Tony repeated, more angry this time.

If Ultron could smirk, you felt like he was doing it right now. He looked around at the Team. “I have learned that there is only one path to peace: the Avengers’ extinction.”

Thor suddenly threw his hammer at Ultron, narrowly avoiding you and smashing Ultron to pieces. The grip he had on your arm was gone and you stood there in shock. And though the body was destroyed, Ultron’s voice still sung out, “I had string, but now I’m free… There are no strings on me…”

next chapter >

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a walk in october ~ n.k x reader part 1

“apocalypse ~ cigarettes after sex”

volume: ■■■■■□□□

warnings: cursing? just nanami being cute :3

word count: 2.3k

part 2 here!

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Your converse cladded feet kicked the tiny pebbles adorning the sidewalk, a soft sigh leaving your lips. Lifting your gaze up from the ground taking in the breathtaking scenery. The leaves had reached their full autumn bloom. Shades of orange and brown coating every inch of the park. There were plenty of people enjoying the cool weather, their chatter heard in passing as you made your way further into the park.

The only other sound you took notice of were the rustling of the leaves, your eyes gazing up at the sky.

You could swear up and down that fall skies looked different. There was a certain hue to them that you couldn’t find in summer skies.

Summer skies were bright.

Baby blue.

Fluffy white clouds coating the sky. Everything was the perfect shade of green. The scenery just looked clean.

But fall skies-

That’s where it truly is.

Fall skies… they were brown. They were comforting. Everything about fall made you feel so warm inside. Maybe it was the ever changing shades in the leaves. The earthy tones coating the ground.

It was breathtaking..

And you look forward to it every year.

Your train of thought came to an abrupt stop as you had arrived at your usual spot. Setting your bag onto the wooden park bench, a soft thud followed shortly after. Taking a seat on the worn wood tugging your lunch out of the brown bag, humming a soft tune. Another gust of wind rustled the leaves above you, a few stray ones dancing their way down to the ground.

This place you had considered your spot wasn’t entirely hidden. Anybody could take it. But, no one ever did.

It was a lone wooden table barely holding it together with benches. The wood was beyond worn. Outlines of where people had loved it before. It was further into the park, near the outskirts of it, under a giant tree.

The tree looked over hundreds of years old. It’s roots sticking every which way. But it was thick, it could be hit with a bulldozer and knock the machine right back. The way the branches were positioned made it look like you were sitting under a mushroom. It was perfect.

It gave you just the right amount of shade.

A gorgeous view.

You could stay there for hours.

For days.

The sound of someone calling your name broke you out of your trance, lifting your head up from your sandwich, a smile tugging at your lips. The sight of Gojo waving erratically with unamused familiar faces in tow.

The white haired man practically sprinted over to you, helping himself to a bite of your sandwich making himself comfortable on the seat beside you.

A scoff left your lips, “Soturu. Wow, how lovely to see you. Yes, of course you can have a bite. Thanks for asking!” Offering him a fake smile pinching his cheeks, a little harder than usual an odd sound leaving his mouth. He just grinned at your actions, resting his arm around your shoulder tugging you closer to him.

“Soturu, behave. You’ve barely been here 2 seconds and you already managed to piss her off.” Suguru mused, sitting across from Gojo, his bangs blowing across his face. Shoko snickered at his words, opting for sitting on the edge of the table. You beamed up at the girl attempting to shrug off Gojo’s arm, but he didn’t falter. He tightened his grip on you, popping a few of your grapes into his mouth, pretending to not hear you struggle beside him.

“Shoko! My love, please save me.” Begging the brunette, reaching for her with both of your hands, Suguru sighed audibly while Nanami rolled his eyes at Soturu’s antics. The tall boy just wrapped another arm around you, squeezing you tighter.

“Soturu, do you remember that time last december when we went on a mission and the curse’s power had the power to shrink-”

Almost as if he had been struck by lightning, the blue eyed man released his hold on you instantly, red dusting his pale skin. Snickers left Geto’s lips clearly knowing the backstory, a satisfied hum left Shoko sending a wink your way. You tugged the brunette toward you peppering her face in kisses, loud smacks leaving both of your lips as you giggled to one another.

Shoko had been your best friend since diapers.

You had been through every stage of your life with that girl.

When you had turned 12, you had moved due to your father passing. You had begged and pleaded to not leave, offering any of your possessions but nothing helped.

Your mothers mind was made up.

Having to tell Ieiri that you were leaving was the worst moment of your life. You still remember everything that was said. All of the tears wept between the two of you.

Knowing her temper, the girl had no one to yell at but you. She blamed you at first, out of anger, but deep down she knew she was just trying to protect herself from getting hurt.

You never thought you would see her again but almost as if you guys were meant to be with one another. The pair of you didn’t meet again until you ran into each other at Jujutsu High.

You had never been more thankful in your entire life that you could see all of these awful curses, as long as it meant you could be with your best friend again.

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“And over here is where your dorm will be. You have one neighboring roommate. She’s nice. I’ll introduce you to her… yeah, right through here. ” The tall blonde spoke gently, unlocking your new dorm room giving you a chance to walk in first.

The room was much bigger than you had expected. It was bare. But you didn’t mind. You had plenty of belongings to make it feel like home in no time. Sighing softly as you kicked your slippers off at the entrance, your sock clad feet padding across the wooden floor. Making your way over to the window in the corner of your room. Peeking out the window, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

“Nanami! You never told me I had such a gorgeous view.”

“I wasn’t sure you even had a window.”

“C’mere. Look! You can see all the trees from here,” You mused to the tall man, motioning him over. He gingerly made his way over, bending way down to see the cherry blossom trees coating your windows view. You could see a creek from your room as well, a soft hum left his lips.

With the little space between you, your senses were overwhelmed with what you assumed was his natural scent. Smelling of fresh laundry and… was that cinnamon?

“… all I got was the view of a brick wall.” A snort left your lips snapping you out of your trance, nudging the blonde playfully. An unfamiliar look flashed across his face quickly clearing his throat, maneuvering around you to go towards your dorm door. “I-.. did you have any further questions?”

“Yes actually,” Anyone from a while away could see the nervous wreck that was Nanami Kento, a small part of you only meaning to poke fun at the 2nd year who was standing before you. “Is your dorm also in this hall?”

“Em- since girls and guys have to be in separate halls… I am- I am not.”

“Hm.. what a shame.” Uttering under your breath, knowing full well he could hear it. A rush of pink flooded his face, parting his lips at your words. The blonde fringe covering his eyes partially made you realize how cute his eyes truly were, a soft giggle leaving your lips.

“Nanami… we still have the rest of the tour to go on.”

“Right!- if you follow me…”

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A loud heaving noise to your left made you release Shoko, giving the giggling boy a glare as he looked proud at himself. Both you and the brunette gave him an amused look, gesturing towards him and the dark haired boy beside him.

“I didn’t think you of all people would be against same sex couples considering you have a whole ass boyfriend-”

“That’s not true. Whatsoever. He’s my husband-”

A wave of groans left your group's lips as his long limbs reached across the table to take ahold of Geto’s clasped hands, a look of feigned disgust coated his face. Nanami just rolled his eyes but you took notice of how he had moved his hands under the table. Holding back a chuckle catching his eyes, a faint blush creeped up his neck.

“You haven’t been here long have you?”

“No, not too long. I was bored and the weather was lovely, so I figured why not have my lunch here rather than at the school.” You shrugged your shoulders, finally taking a bite of your sandwich, looking up at the young girl whose lips had already been captured by yet another cigarette. “Shoko… tell me that’s your first one today. It’s barely 11.”

The girl stiffened her hand with the lighter stopping right before her mouth, avoiding your stare. Setting down the sandwich, leaning forward so your face was right under her gaze. She just sighed.

“I don’t want to lie to you…”

“Sho! I thought you were trying to quit.”

“I know, I know! But being around this dumbass makes it incredibly difficult. ” Tilting her head back towards the tall white haired man who was currently trying to balance a glass container on the top of his head, a goofy grin spread across his face.

Hold on.. that’s my glass container.

At the mention of Shoko’s insult he snapped his head toward the two of you. A stream of words began leaving his lips catching sight of your container tumbling off his head. A soft gasp left your lips as you scrambled to reach the glass container, a pair of hands reaching it before it touched the ground.

Nanami looked unamused by Gojo’s actions, setting the container into your awaiting hands, fingers brushing slightly, offering you a smile. A smile graced your lips before quickly turning into a frown, facing the white haired boy.

“Gojo.”

A beat passed, the boy turning his head around to face the tree trunk.

“I’m going to beat your ass.”

“You wish you could touch me.”

“You know I’m one of the only ones who can. That’s why you're not facing me right now.”

Another beat.

He started whistling to himself, his head moving side to side as he pretended to not hear you. A sigh left Geto’s lips, rising from his position on the bench. Shoko hesitated to move but she knew it best if she did, tossing her cigarette under her boot smothering it.

“Soturu. Let’s go before she ends up having to explain to Yaga where you went.”

Soft grumbles left his lips, begrudgingly standing up giving you a quick peek at you over his sunglasses. You pretended to cup your hands together, making him huff and begin to fast walk ahead of your friends. A giggle left your lips, watching him stumble over a rock.

“I’ll see you at training, sweets.” Suguru leaned down to bring you into a warm embrace, rubbing his back as he started after Gojo who was sulking from afar. Suppressing the laugh that begged to be let out at the sight of an almost grown adult, pouting with his arms crossed over his chest. Shoko pressed a chaste kiss onto your cheek, waving goodbye at you.

A sigh left your lips pressing your head onto the wooden table.

“I visibly saw the weight leave your shoulders once he left.”

“I swear. He makes my head pound. How does he even manage that?”

Nanami just let out a soft chuckle, crossing his arms in front of him as he eyed your form. His eyes drifted over your tousled hair splayed on the table, catching sight of a fairly deep cut on the back of your hand. Almost on instinct, his hand reached out, stopping right before he could touch your skin.

“What happened to your hand?”

“Hm?,” Lifting your head up to look at your hands, just now taking notice of the gash on your hand. The blood around it had already dried, looking like it had already begun scabbing over. “That is… a good question. I’m not entirely sure. Sometimes I just get a bunch of random cuts and bruises and have absolutely no recollection of where they came from.”

“It’s truly a surprise you’ve made it this far as a sorcerer if that’s the case.” Nanami hummed a smile tugging at his lips, a laugh leaving your body as your eyes locked with his. A comforting silence washed over the two of you.

The only sound you could hear was the rustling of the leaves above and below you. The breeze was nice and cool on your skin, tugging your shirt hems over your hands.

“Nanami?”

A soft hum.

“Have you ever thought about getting a lip piercing?” The strangest sound left his mouth eyeing your face to see if you were being genuine. Tilting your head at him, quirking an eyebrow at the blonde.

“I- I don’t think it would suit me.”

“Are you kidding? I genuinely thought you were secretly tatted under that uniform. A lip piercing- scratch that, any piercings would 1000% look killer on you. I think it suits your face.”

“... do you truly?”

“I have no reason to lie to you, Kento. I swear.”

His heart soared at your words, a smile gracing his face. He untucked his ears, not a single word leaving his lips. You stared innocently up at him, eyes trailing to where his hair now uncovered. A small gasp left your lips, the sight of pure joy lighting your face up made him chuckle, feeling his face heat up at the look on your face.

“NANAMI KENTO. YOU- YOU HAVE PIERCED EARS.”

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a/n: hi lovelies! this is my first time writing for jjk, i just recently finished watching the series. and i completely fell in love. i have written well over 10k worth of words on this story. plz let me know how you guys feel about it. lots of love <3

[tethysresort]

What do you really need to sew most projects?

If you look at those online sewing lists, they are ridiculous and expensive.  You can get by with a lot less! 

-sewing needles, get a pack that come in different lengths.  If, like me, you are a klutz, get “embroidery/crewel needles” the eyes are larger so they are easier to thread.  (Needle threaders are a cheap and easy solution too.)

-thread, get good thread from a brand like gutterman or coats and clark.  I would recommend either polyester or a cotton-poly blend, but cotton will work fine too (just be aware that sometimes it shrinks in the wash…).  You just need a spool of white and a spool of black for most projects (or in the color you wear the most) because the thread is hidden in the seams and just needs to not be “the one white spot in the seam of my new black pants”.  Color match if you are putting on buttons or hemming or something. 

-scissors.  Any scissors will do, but a pair of fabric scissors will work best.  Don’t use fabric scissors for anything else, especially paper - it screws up their edge.

-a fine tip sharpie and a pencil

-a packet of pins, I would recommend one of the 200+ piece packs that have the colorful round heads.  Colorful is good because you are less likely to lose them in your work or on the floor and stab yourself later, many is good because there are times when there will need to be pins EVERYWHERE.

-scratch paper

-a normal ruler and a cloth ruler.  Get a cloth ruler at least 5 feet long.  Or, if you want to be really old school, you can use a piece of yarn as a measuring cord.  (To use a piece of yarn or cord, put in an overhand knot at even increments such as every four inches or every hand width.)

-tape, any tape. 

-fabric for whatever you have in mind to sew.

-safety pins, one of those multiple size packs.  Optional but there are times when you REALLY don’t want it to come unpinned.

-tailor’s chalk, optional, any chalk works fine.  It is useful if you are going to hem or need to make marks in places that will show later. 

-IF you are making a pattern, get a roll of paper like butcher or newsprint paper.  Newspaper taped together works fine too.  Even Christmas wrap and computer paper will work!  (Tissue paper, like comes with “real” patterns, tends to be a bit delicate.) 

-sewing machines are awesome and speed up the work, but that is all they do.  You can make almost anything with hand needles and thread.   

[prismatica-the-strange]

Snowfall Sweethearts | Sugar and Dye

Warnings: 18+, swearing

After a few years of being in wrapping, Charity finally shows her hand at her true skill as an elf

Dividers by @saradika

There's a commotion in the kitchen, nearly a third of the elves are running around trying to right it.

Not Charity though. No, she's still in wrapping, doing her job, headphones on, blocking out the chaos.

In fact, she doesn't even notice anything is amiss until Bernard inches into her line of sight.

"Hey baby," She smiles, pushing her headphones around her neck. Her shoulders slump when he smiles sheepishly, "What's wrong? And... why do you smell like burnt sugar?"

"There was a mishap in confection," He admits, "I need your help."

"Okay...?" Her eyes go wide when he grabs her wrist and starts hurrying them out of the workshop, a trail of wrapping paper and ribbon behind them.

The whole kitchen reeks of burnt sugar and the doorframe to confections is marred from black smoke.

"I got her, sir," Bernard calls out, pushing them through the crowd of elves.

"Good cause- Charity?" Santa's eyes narrow at him, "Look, I get you're together, but Charity isn't the answer to every problem."

"When the hell did we automate confections?" She asks, scowling at the large machine in the middle of the room with contempt. When no one answers she looks over to Bernard who looks almost guilty, "Twitch?"

"Uh, about... a century ago," He mutters, "Give or take a decade..."

"A century?"

"It's quicker!"

"You can't automate candy making at the North Pole!" She argues, "Are you fucking serious?"

"Language!" Santa scolds, "Charity, you obviously have some insight into this. The machine's busted for the rest of the season, and now we're further behind than usual."

Bernard shrinks under her glare, he knew she'd be pissed if she found out. Her nose scrunches, causing her glasses to rise slightly on the reddened skin.

She suddenly turns and storms toward the storage room, muttering to herself about how she can't believe they did this.

"Do I have to haul all this out myself?!" She yells from the closet and a few elves scurry over to help her.

Even Bernard helps Santa and the others get the old equipment out, most of the elves looking on in confusion, most of them being only recently put on the candy line sometime in the past fifty years.

"We don't know how to use this stuff."

Charity rolls her eyes and pulls off her sweater, then her second, leaving her in a cropped long sleeve as she hangs them outside the door.

"A fucking travesty," She grumbles, tightening her ponytail and pushing up her sleeves.

He tries not to stare too hard at the way her tattoo peaks out from the waistline of her jeans.

The whole group watches in awe as she works, letting muscle memory take over.

"Ribbon candy?" One of the elves scoffs when she starts shaping her wrapped and pulled sweet. They continue even when Bernard motions for them to stop, "No kid wants ribbon candy, it's the twenty-first century!"

The elves around them step back at the pointed glare she throws at them.

"Ribbon candy is a classic," She points out, "And kids don't care as long as they get colorful sugar."

She gets the first batch out in record time with the help of a few elves that timidly stepped up.

Bernard lingers behind as the rest of crowd disperses, watching Charity in her element, adoration emanating off of him.

"Bernard," Santa snaps his fingers near him to get his attention.

"W-! Y-yes sir?" He reluctantly takes his eyes off her.

"Why was Charity working in wrapping when this is obviously what she's more suited to?" He asks, "She didn't even look at a recipe."

He shrugs, "She used to be head of confections before she got sent to the mortal realm. When she came back she wanted something a little slower paced and I..."

Santa looks at him queerly when he pauses and he clears his throat before continuing, "I may have been scared to tell her the candy was machine-made now."

"So that's why she's so opinionated about it."

"She used to pull when she was mad. It kind of comes naturally and she's... not happy right now. I'm gonna get an earful later," He glances back over at her. She's teaching the others how to properly pull the candy on the hook as they struggle, "But we shouldn't have to worry about being behind again."

"She's that good?"

They both look over when another elf shouts and Bernard cringes.

"We should be prepared for an influx of burns."

"You should have told me."

"You should have been more careful," He tuts, helping her bandage various cuts and burns from the day as she sits on his thigh.

"I just need to rebuild my calluses," She pouts, "And you're dodging."

He sighs, "You said you wanted to do something less stressful and I knew you would flip when you found out. I just..."

He laces his fingers with hers, not willing to look her in the eye, "I wanted you to be comfortable here and go at your own pace. I knew it would upset you so I just didn't tell you..."

She pulls one of her hands away to grip his chin, raising it just enough for her to softly kiss him.

He trails after her when she pulls away, looking up at her with stars in his eyes, "What was that for?"

She hums and bumps her nose with his, eyes shut, "For being sweet... In your own, stubborn way."

He leans in brushing their lips together again.

"You're not mad?" He breathes.

"Oh I'm furious," She teases, "But not at you."

He reaches up to hold the back of her neck, kissing her harder.

She laughs into the kiss, her stomach twists, and she moves her hands to hold his cheeks.

"That still gives me butterflies," She whispers.

"Me too," He admits, voice no louder than hers.

"And I think I need to start an official transfer to confections."

It's his turn to laugh as he nods.

"I think we can arrange that," He pets her hair, eyes bright and loving, "You'll whip them into shape in no time."

"I'll definitely have my work cut out for me," She groans.

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I don't pay a whole lot of attention to celebrity fashion, but every now and then a picture will cross my feed and I just...stare at it...for a while, marveling at choices.

In this case, I was thinking things like, "Okay, one of these two just kinda rolled out of bed and grabbed a comfy shirt, and the other got put through a shrink wrap machine before being wheeled out onto the red carpet."

(All right, sand...carpet. Whatever. It's Dune. Pose without rhythm, etc.)

[weclassybouquetfun]

Emmys season is officially OVAH! With film festivals underway, we have roughly a month until we roll into film awards season. Until then, a brief look back.

How I Spent (Some of) My Emmys FYC Season

It started out with the two-day Deadline Contenders. Always a good time because by the end of the day (8am-6pm) you feel like you've survived an endurance test.

Jimmy Fallon working the room.

I love FYC season because it gives me the opportunity to go panels for crafts that don't get the same attention as front of camera does. My favourite panels this FYC season was AppleTV's Costume and Production Designers panel which had legendary costume designer Colleen Atwood on hand; and the very informative AppleTV's Music Supervisors panel which featured the music supervisors of THE NEW LOOK (which I was especially excited about), MASTERS OF THE AIR and many more.

MASTERS OF THE AIR screened the finale with a live score and a Q&A (Netflix's RIPLEY did a truncated version, where they did a live score of a compilation).

MONARCH: LEGACY OF MONSTERS panel

Netflix's installation is always a good time, though it has shrunk post-pandemic. Prior to the pandemic Netflix and Amazon's FYC installations would run close to two months, with several panels a week. Now it runs shorter, with fewer panels and less talent on hand. This year felt especially skimpy, but I think it has to do with the strikes and if they are transferring their FYC money to pay talent, then I am all for shrinking the events down.

The highlight for me was THE GENTLEMEN panel. Daniel Ings and Theo James are fun lads. I assumed Theo would be uptight, but not at all.

RIPLEY represented by Andrew Scott, Dakota Fanning and Elliot Sumner.

Apple TV had a set installation and when they wrapped that location, it travelled.

Amazon usually has a really great one and it was still good this year, but heavily reduced. Like AppleTV+, Amazon had a set venue and a traveling installation. They changed up in one aspect: the past year or two they would set up one wrap-up location and have food trucks and a bit of swag to give out. This year, they dispersed the food trucks around town with all of them (four in total) ending up at Hollywood Forever cemetery.

Disney built out the Directors Guild lobby for their install.

They normally only have two rooms for costumes, but this time they had photo ops like you could take pictures in the (Emmy winning) QUIZ LADY booth or in the ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING elevator. You could also get in THE BEAR fridge or grab a snack from the ABBOTT ELEMENTARY kitchen vending machine. The lobby was decor in homage to FEUD: CAPOTE VS. THE SWANS.

No, Aaron Pierre wasn't an installation - he was there for a panel for GENIUS: MLK /X.

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What's your favourite thing you've written this year? Can be a whole story, a chapter, a line or piece of dialogue, a turn of phrase - anything!

My favorite thing that I've written this year is the first scene that I wrote for Marigold (it's from chapter two), and writing it was what made me decide to publish the story (and ultimately the buzz as well). I'd been out of fandom for a couple of years at that point, had even deleted my original tumblr, and I was honestly really hesitant to start publishing fanfic again.

This particular idea, however, haunted me for like two weeks before I finally hashed it out, and writing it really made me really want to share it with people. Marigold has had a very clear start, middle, and end for me right from the beginning, and it all took shape around this little section:

Bowie wraps up and Dio starts playing Rainbow in the Dark. Chrissy preens, starts crooning; she loves this song. It might be her favorite, next to Uptown Girl. It’s a song she’d stumbled on, discovered while watching MTV at a house party last fall. She’s not generally into this sort of music--hard and heavy, usually aggressive--but Chrissy believes firmly that every genre has exceptions, songs that are for anybody and everybody, and this song is one of those; a gateway drug for metal music. “Lost my hold to the shadows of the night,” she sings quietly. Chrissy queues up at the til behind the only other customer in the store. She absentmindedly takes in his height and broad shoulders and long curly hair, which is pulled into a loose bun at the nape of his neck. There’s a joint tucked behind his ear, and the well-conditioned, prudish part of Chrissy’s brain thinks well that’s brazen. He’s wearing a worn and faded black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and jeans made of more holes than denim. He’s wearing a chain, and he’s got a nice butt. There’s a Slim Jim, a package of Twinkies, and two stacked cartons of Pall Malls on the counter in front of him, and he’s drumming his long fingers against the plastic of the lottery ticket display. His fingers are full of rings. Abruptly Chrissy’s brain catches up with what she’s looking at, specifically that she's been casually checking out Eddie Munson. She tenses immediately and her eyes go wide. Shit. Chrissy doesn’t want him to see her. She’s enjoying this however-brief foray into a version of Hawkins where she’s got a little anonymity, where she's not Chrissy Cunningham. She’s not ready for the spell to be broken, to turn into a pumpkin, to hear her mother’s ugly words again (not after just resolving to stamp them out of her subconscious). She wants to eat, actually eat the chili dog in her hand. Chrissy takes a couple of steps backward, glancing frantically around for an escape route, considers ducking behind a shelf and spying on him from behind the bags of corn nuts. It’s too late, though. Eddie starts turning around, and he does so in slow motion. His mouth is twisting into a grin. His fringe and the loose curls around his face bounce. He’s leaning against the gum rack, and one of his legs is bouncing too, fingers still tap-tap-tapping away. “Great song--” he starts to say, but Eddie stops dead in both movement and words the second he and Chrissy make eye contact. Obvious recognition flits across his face. “Oh dang,” she all but whispers. Chrissy would shrink, the way she always does, it’s what she wants to do, make herself so small she just disappears; she wishes she could fold herself into the walk-in fridge with the bags of milk, or climb into the ice machine. Her arms are laden with glorious garbage, though, so she’s stuck. She’s on display like an exhibit in a museum: Unhinged, Spiraling Cheerleader - 1985. Chrissy starts chewing on her bottom lip, heat rising unbidden in her cheeks, because of course it does. (She must look absolutely insane.) Eddie seems to struggle to take in everything--her food, her clothes, her music, her very existence in this 7/11--it looks like he’s trying to mentally solve a very complicated math problem. “Chrissy Cunningham?” he asks, profoundly confused. She nods, mutely. He nods back slowly. “You’re listening to Dio.” This is a statement, not a question. “Um,” she manages. “Yes?” He blinks. “Oh.”

Thanks for the ask, @notquitecogent 🥰

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Cast and Blown Pallet Stretch Wrap

There are two different types of stretch wrap: blown stretch wrap and cast stretch wrap. These two types have their similarities, but there are also many differences between them. This includes the way that they are manufactured, their application use, and more. It is important to choose the right kind of stretch wrap for your secondary packaging needs. If you use the wrong type of film for your load, it could lead to product loss or damage during freight shipment, along with other issues, such as difficulties reading or scanning. two.

Which One Is Better?  Neither type of stretch wrap is inherently better than the other. They are simply better suited for different purposes. You can compare these two types of stretch wrap in seven categories: load retention, film memory, film yield, puncture resistance, cling, visual clarity, and noise of unwind. Understanding the differences between cast and blown stretch wrap when it comes to these seven factors is the easiest way to determine which type of stretch wrap is the best option for a specific load.

Load Retention:  If you want less stretch, blown film is the better choice. Even after being applied to the pallet, cast film will stretch easily.

Film Memory:  Blown film has much better film memory, which means it can shrink back after stretching. Cast film will have a much harder time returning to its original state.

Film Yield:  Cast film will stretch much further than blown film, which will allow you to cover more pallets with less film.

Picture Resistance:  Blown film is much more resistant to breaking, although cast film will normally only tear when put under great amounts of stress.

Cling:  Blown film is only clingy on one side. Cast film is naturally clingy on both sides, which can cause pallets to stick together.

Visual Clarity:  Since blown film is not completely translucent, it can make reading and scanning more difficult. It does, however, have a lower gloss that can reduce reflections. If you want something that is clear, go with cast film—just keep in mind that it has higher gloss.

Noise of Unwind:  If you want some peace and quiet, opt for cast film, which is silent when it is being unwound from the stretch roll. Blown film, on the other hand, tends to be loud.

All our stretch films are available in both cast and blown film (machine film, hand wrap, pre-stretched hand and machine films and narrow width banding films).  Call us at 813 242 6995 or reach out to sales@quickpakinc.com   

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Regular Perforated Shrink Film

Regular perforated shrink film is a type of shrink film that has evenly spaced perforations or small holes throughout the film. These perforations serve various purposes and are designed to enhance the functionality and appearance of the shrink-wrapped products.

We provide regular perforation per customer order for all series of ZHONGCHENG films. When packaging equipment use its own perforation system, perforation quality directly affects the air evacuation during shrinking.Many old packaging machines cannot maintain good perforation quality, which results in seal problems and package quality issues. ZHONGCHENG can provide you with pre-perforated film rolls so there is no need to perforate on your equipment. Our high standard perforation quality provides better quality packages and reduced costs.

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Women’s Sarongs: The Ultimate Versatile Fashion Statement

Women’s sarongs are not just a piece of fabric; they are a fashion staple that embodies versatility, comfort, and style. These beautiful garments, often made from lightweight materials, have become popular around the world, especially in beach and resort settings. Here’s a closer look at what makes sarongs a must-have in every woman’s wardrobe.

What is a Sarong?

A sarong is a large piece of fabric, usually made from cotton, rayon, or silk, that can be wrapped around the body in various ways. Traditionally worn in tropical climates, sarongs are celebrated for their ease of use and adaptability. The beauty of a sarong lies in its ability to transform from a beach cover-up to a stylish dress or skirt, making it perfect for any occasion.

Why Choose a Sarong?

Versatility: One of the biggest advantages of sarongs is their versatility. You can wear them in multiple ways— as a dress, skirt, or even a shawl. This adaptability allows you to transition effortlessly from the beach to a casual dinner or a beach party.

Comfort: Sarongs are generally made from breathable fabrics, making them incredibly comfortable to wear in warm weather. They allow for easy movement, making them an excellent choice for summer outings or lounging by the pool.

Easy to Pack: When traveling, packing light is essential. Sarongs are lightweight and take up minimal space in your luggage. They can easily be rolled or folded, making them a travel-friendly option for beach vacations or weekend getaways.

Variety of Designs: Sarongs come in countless colors, patterns, and prints, from vibrant tropical designs to elegant solid colors. This wide variety allows you to express your personal style and find a sarong that suits your taste perfectly.

How to Style Your Sarong

The true beauty of a sarong lies in its styling possibilities. Here are a few popular ways to wear a sarong:

1. Beach Cover-Up

Wrap your sarong around your waist and tie it securely to create a chic cover-up for your swimsuit. This look is perfect for lounging by the pool or strolling along the beach.

2. Dress

For a stylish beach dress, tie the sarong around your bust, securing it with a knot at the back. You can also crisscross the fabric for a more structured look. This style is flattering and can be dressed up with accessories.

3. Skirt

A sarong can easily transform into a flowing skirt. Wrap it around your hips and tie it on the side or at the back for a relaxed, bohemian vibe. This style works well for both casual and dressy occasions.

4. Shawl or Wrap

On cooler evenings, drape your sarong over your shoulders for a light wrap. This adds a touch of elegance to your outfit and can be used to keep warm without bulk.

Choosing the Right Sarong

When selecting a sarong, consider the following:

Fabric: Look for breathable and lightweight fabrics like cotton or rayon. These materials provide comfort and drape beautifully.

Size: Sarongs come in various sizes, so choose one that suits your style and how you plan to wear it. A larger sarong offers more fabric for versatile styling options.

Prints and Colors: Select prints and colors that reflect your personality and complement your existing wardrobe. Bright colors are perfect for a vibrant beach look, while muted tones can be dressed up for evening wear.

Caring for Your Sarong

To ensure your sarong lasts for many seasons, follow these care tips:

Washing: Hand wash in cold water or use a gentle cycle in the washing machine. Avoid bleach and harsh detergents to maintain the fabric’s quality.

Drying: Air dry your sarong instead of using a dryer to prevent shrinking and fading.

Storing: Fold your sarong neatly and store it in a cool, dry place to avoid wrinkles.

Conclusion

Women’s sarongs are a versatile and stylish addition to any wardrobe. Whether you’re heading to the beach, attending a summer wedding, or simply enjoying a day out, a sarong can elevate your look with minimal effort. With countless styles, colors, and designs to choose from, finding the perfect sarong is an exciting journey. Embrace this timeless fashion piece and enjoy its endless styling possibilities!

For more unique and handcrafted sarongs, explore our collection at Dmaasa.in. If you have any questions or need assistance, feel free to contact us at +91 9667766779 or care@dmaasa.in.

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LDPE Shrink Films: A Comprehensive Guide to Versatile Packaging Solutions

LDPE shrink films are a popular choice for packaging across various industries due to their flexibility, strength, and ease of use. As a type of low-density polyethylene (LDPE) material, shrink film provides a secure and attractive solution for wrapping products, protecting them during storage and transit. This article explores the features and benefits of LDPE shrink films, focusing on their applications, including shrink film in India, and provides insights into Shrink film rolls.

What Are LDPE Shrink Films?

LDPE shrink films are made from low-density polyethylene, a thermoplastic polymer known for its lightweight and flexible properties. These films are designed to shrink tightly over products when exposed to heat, creating a secure, tamper-evident seal. The shrinking process helps the film conform to the shape of the product, providing a snug fit that enhances both protection and presentation.

Benefits of LDPE Shrink Films

Enhanced Protection: LDPE shrink films provide excellent protection against dust, moisture, and physical damage. The tight seal created by the shrinkage helps safeguard products from environmental factors during storage and transportation.

Tamper-Evident Seal: The shrink film creates a tamper-evident seal that ensures the integrity of the product. Any attempt to tamper with the packaging will be visible, providing added security and reassurance to consumers.

Versatility: LDPE shrink films are versatile and can be used for various types of products, including food items, consumer goods, and industrial products. They are available in various thicknesses and sizes, making them suitable for a wide range of packaging needs.

Cost-Effectiveness: Compared to other packaging materials, LDPE shrink films are relatively affordable. They offer a cost-effective solution for high-volume packaging, providing both protection and an attractive appearance without breaking the budget.

Ease of Use: Applying LDPE shrink films is straightforward and efficient. The films are typically supplied in shrink film rolls, which can be easily cut and applied using automated or manual sealing machines. The shrinking process is also quick, making it suitable for fast-paced production environments.

Applications of LDPE Shrink Films

Packaging: One of the primary applications of LDPE shrink films is in packaging. The films are used to wrap products such as bottles, cans, boxes, and pallets. The shrinkage creates a tight, secure wrap that helps protect the products from damage and contamination.

Bundling: LDPE shrink films are often used for bundling multiple items together. This application is common in industries such as beverages, where shrink film is used to bundle packs of bottles or cans into cohesive units for easy handling and distribution.

Retail Displays: Shrink films are used in retail settings to enhance product presentation. The tight, clear wrap provides a polished and professional look while keeping the product secure. This application is particularly effective for items such as toys, electronics, and consumer goods.

Industrial Uses: In industrial settings, LDPE shrink films are used for packaging and protecting machinery, equipment, and parts. The films offer protection against dust and moisture during storage and transportation.

Shrink Film in India: A Growing Market

The market for Shrink film in India has been expanding due to the increasing demand for efficient and cost-effective packaging solutions. As businesses in various sectors seek to improve their packaging processes, LDPE shrink films have gained popularity for their versatility and performance. The availability of high-quality shrink film rolls and advancements in packaging technology have contributed to the growth of the shrink film industry in India.

FAQs

1. What are the advantages of using LDPE shrink films over other types of shrink films?

LDPE shrink films offer several advantages, including flexibility, cost-effectiveness, and ease of use. Compared to other types of shrink films, such as Polyvinyl Chloride (PVC) or Polyolefin (POF), LDPE films are often more affordable and provide excellent protection and a clear, glossy finish. They are also easier to apply and handle, making them a popular choice for various packaging needs.

2. How should LDPE shrink films be stored before use?

LDPE shrink films should be stored in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight and excessive heat. Proper storage helps maintain the quality and performance of the films. It is important to keep the films in their original packaging and ensure they are not exposed to conditions that could cause them to become brittle or degrade.

3. Can LDPE shrink films be used for food packaging?

Yes, LDPE shrink films can be used for food packaging, provided that they meet relevant food safety standards and regulations. LDPE films are often used for packaging food items due to their moisture resistance and ability to provide a secure, tamper-evident seal. When using LDPE shrink films for food packaging, it is essential to ensure that the films are suitable for direct contact with food and comply with applicable safety guidelines.

Summary

LDPE shrink films are a versatile and cost-effective packaging solution that offers numerous benefits, including enhanced protection, tamper-evident sealing, and ease of use. Available in shrink film rolls, these films are suitable for a wide range of applications, from retail packaging to industrial uses. As the market for shrink film in India continues to grow, LDPE shrink films remain a popular choice for businesses seeking reliable and efficient packaging solutions. By understanding the advantages and applications of LDPE shrink films, you can make informed decisions that enhance the protection and presentation of your products

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Role of L-Sealer Machine in Textile Industries

The Role of L- Sealer Machine in Textile Industries:

Enhanced Protection: Provides a protective barrier against dust, moisture, and physical damage, preserving textile quality.

Improved Presentation: Offers a professional and attractive appearance for textiles, making them more appealing to consumers.

Cost-Effective Packaging: Utilizes relatively inexpensive shrink film, reducing overall packaging costs while maintaining quality.

Increased Efficiency: Automates the packaging process, speeding up production lines and reducing manual labor.

Space Optimization: Creates compact, stackable packages, making storage and transportation more efficient.

Consistent Quality: Ensures uniformity in packaging, providing a consistent look and feel across products.

Versatility: Accommodates various textile sizes and types, with adjustable settings for different packaging needs.

Enhanced Product Safety: Secures textiles with tight, shrink-wrapped film to prevent tampering and contamination.

Reduced Waste: Minimizes excess packaging material by using precise, shrink-wrapped film that conforms to the product’s shape.

Improved Shelf Life: Helps extend the shelf life of textiles by protecting them from environmental factors and maintaining their condition.

What is an L-Sealer Machine?

An L-sealer machine is a type of shrink wrapping equipment used to package products in a plastic film. It gets its name from the shape of the sealing bar, which forms an “L” when the machine is in operation. This machine is designed to wrap items in a tight, protective layer of plastic, which is then shrunk to conform to the shape of the product, offering excellent protection against dirt, moisture, and damage.

How Does an L-Sealer Machine Work?

The L-sealer machine operates in a straightforward process:

Product Placement: The item to be packaged is placed on the conveyor or sealing area of the machine.

Film Wrapping: The machine feeds a plastic film over the product. The film is usually pre-cut or fed from a roll, depending on the machine type.

Sealing: The machine uses heated sealing bars to create an airtight seal around the product. This is where the “L” shape comes into play, as the bars seal the film along the sides and bottom.

Shrinking: After sealing, the wrapped item is passed through a heat tunnel or chamber where the plastic film is shrunk tightly around the product by the application of heat.

Choosing the Right L-Sealer Machine

When selecting an L-sealer machine for your textile operations, consider the following factors:

Production Volume: Determine whether you need a manual, semi-automatic, or fully automatic machine based on your production scale.

Product Size and Type: Ensure the machine can handle the sizes and types of textiles you plan to package.

Film Specifications: Verify that the machine is compatible with the type of shrink film you use.

Budget and Cost-Efficiency: Balance your investment with the expected benefits in terms of speed, quality, and overall efficiency.

Conclusion

In summary, L-sealer machines are a critical component in the textile industry, offering unmatched protection, efficiency, and presentation for packaged goods. By investing in the right L-sealer machine, textile manufacturers can streamline their packaging processes, enhance product quality, and improve overall operational efficiency. As technology advances, the role of L-sealer machines in ensuring the integrity and appeal of textile products continues to grow, making them a smart choice for businesses aiming for excellence in packaging.

Top L- Sealer Machine Manufacturers in India

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Maximize Packaging Productivity with Expert-Recommended Professional Wrapping Machines

In today’s fast-paced industrial environment, efficiency is everything. Businesses are always seeking ways to streamline operations, reduce waste, and improve productivity. One critical area where these goals converge is packaging. Whether you are packaging food, electronics, or other goods, the right equipment can make all the difference. Professional wrapping machines are vital tools in this endeavor, helping companies to maximize packaging productivity while ensuring the safety and integrity of their products.

The Role of Professional Wrapping Machines

Professional wrapping machines are designed to automate and enhance the packaging process. These machines are capable of handling a wide variety of packaging materials and product types, making them essential in industries ranging from food production to logistics. By automating the wrapping process, these machines significantly reduce the time and labor required to package products, leading to increased efficiency and lower operational costs.

Maximizing packaging productivity with professional wrapping machines involves selecting the right type of machine for your specific needs. There are various types of wrapping machines available, each designed for different applications. Some of the most common types include:

Stretch Wrapping Machines: Ideal for securing pallet loads for transport, these machines stretch plastic film around products to keep them stable and protected during shipping.

Shrink Wrapping Machines: These machines apply heat to shrink a plastic film around a product, providing a tight, tamper-evident seal.

Vacuum Packaging Machines: Particularly useful in the food industry, these machines remove air from the packaging to extend the shelf life of products.

Flow Wrapping Machines: Commonly used in the confectionery and pharmaceutical industries, these machines wrap products in a continuous roll of film.

Benefits of Using Professional Wrapping Machines

The benefits of using professional wrapping machines extend beyond just speed and efficiency. These machines also contribute to product protection, reducing the risk of damage during transit. Additionally, they ensure consistent packaging quality, which is crucial for maintaining brand reputation and meeting customer expectations.

Increased Efficiency: Wrapping machines can package products faster than manual methods, allowing companies to keep up with high demand without sacrificing quality.

Cost Savings: By reducing the need for manual labor, businesses can save on wages and benefits. Additionally, wrapping machines minimize material waste, leading to further cost reductions.

Enhanced Product Protection: Proper packaging is essential for protecting products from damage during transport. Wrapping machines ensure that products are securely wrapped, reducing the likelihood of damage and returns.

Improved Consistency: Machines deliver consistent results, ensuring that every package is wrapped to the same standard. This consistency is critical for maintaining brand image and meeting regulatory requirements.

Selecting the Right Wrapping Machine

When choosing a wrapping machine, it’s important to consider the specific needs of your business. Factors to consider include the type of products you are packaging, the volume of production, and the level of automation required. Consulting with experts or working with reputable suppliers can help you make the best choice.

For example, vacuum packaging machine manufacturers offer specialized machines designed to remove air from packages, which is ideal for preserving perishable goods. These machines are particularly valuable in the food industry, where extending shelf life is a top priority. When selecting a vacuum packaging machine, it’s important to choose a model that can handle the specific type of packaging you use and the volume of products you need to package daily.

Additionally, partnering with vacuum packing machine suppliers who offer comprehensive support and maintenance services can ensure that your machine operates efficiently over its lifespan. Regular maintenance and access to genuine spare parts are crucial for preventing downtime and maximizing the return on your investment.

Innovations in Wrapping Machine Technology

The packaging industry is constantly evolving, with new technologies emerging to meet the demands of modern businesses. One of the most significant trends in wrapping machine technology is the integration of smart features. These include:

Automated Adjustments: Advanced wrapping machines can automatically adjust the tension and speed of the wrapping film based on the size and shape of the product, ensuring optimal packaging every time.

Real-Time Monitoring: Some machines come equipped with sensors and software that monitor the packaging process in real-time, providing data on performance and identifying potential issues before they cause downtime.

Sustainability Features: As environmental concerns grow, many manufacturers are developing machines that use less plastic and other packaging materials, helping businesses reduce their environmental impact.

Case Study: Boosting Productivity with Wrapping Machines

Consider the case of a mid-sized food processing company that struggled with packaging inefficiencies. The company was using manual methods to package its products, which led to inconsistencies and slow production times. After consulting with experts, the company decided to invest in a vacuum packaging machine.

The machine, supplied by a reputable vacuum packing machine supplier, was tailored to the company’s specific needs. It allowed the company to package its products faster and more consistently, leading to a 30% increase in productivity. Moreover, the vacuum packaging extended the shelf life of the company’s products, reducing waste and improving customer satisfaction.

The Importance of After-Sales Support

Investing in a professional wrapping machine is a significant decision, and the right after-sales support can make all the difference in ensuring that your machine continues to perform at its best. Reputable vacuum packaging machine manufacturers and suppliers often provide comprehensive after-sales support, including installation, training, maintenance, and access to spare parts. This support is crucial for maximizing the lifespan and efficiency of your machine.

For businesses that operate in high-demand industries, even a short period of downtime can have significant financial consequences. Having access to prompt and reliable support can help you avoid costly interruptions and keep your packaging operations running smoothly.

Conclusion

Maximizing packaging productivity is essential for businesses looking to stay competitive in today’s market. Professional wrapping machines offer a range of benefits, from increased efficiency and cost savings to improved product protection and consistency. By selecting the right machine for your needs and partnering with reputable vacuum packing machine suppliers, you can significantly enhance your packaging operations.

As packaging technology continues to evolve, businesses that invest in modern, efficient wrapping machines will be better positioned to meet the demands of their customers and reduce their environmental impact. Whether you’re in the food industry, manufacturing, or logistics, the right wrapping machine can help you achieve your productivity goals and ensure the success of your business.

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