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[concretevampire]

Building Holes

Part One

mike schmidt x afab!reader ☆ 8.9k ☆ no use of y/n and no reader description ☆ meeting for the first time; people being humans; adult themes; no serious warnings

A/N: I’ve been a FNAF and Josh Hutcherson fan since I was in middle school so this feels necessary. updates for this story will be (mostly) regular. English is not my first language.

You can see the panic in his eyes before he probably even thinks about it.

You don’t know him. Of course you don’t, he’s just a guy who happened to be standing in front of you at the check-out line.

But you feel bad. Really bad.

The cashier: they look disgruntled. Annoyed too. You can hardly blame them though�� crying children irritate people– but you can’t help but be irked. Whoever this guy is, he’s obviously trying his best.

And what can you really do when something like this happens?

Some glittery, pink, thingamajig was right in the little girl’s line of sight and kids don’t like the word “no”. It didn’t help that he barely glanced at her when he told her off mundanely; quietly, eyes trained on the scan of item after item.

So, she’s throwing a fit. A torrential, hysterical, fit.

She can’t be older than nine, you think. And him, maybe a college student. An odd pair, but the world is filled with those. They’re so human it almost hurts; a gasp for air, a vase that’s older than you are; autumn leaves on concrete, the curve of a dandelion.

He’s processed his panic now, going pale as he spins to look between the girl and the cashier. Bag the groceries or calm her down?

The cashier looks more exasperated than anything else now. Impatience billows like drying laundry in their chest, wafting dew toward you.

A particularly pitiful sound shrieks from the girl and the thought that you want to go home enters your mind. It’s selfish, especially as you watch this guy bend down onto one knee, his thumbs wiping away the tears that muck the girl’s cheeks; muttering apologies and gentle pleas to quiet.

The fluorescent lighting of the store deepens the shadows underneath his eyes.

You decide then that your groceries aren’t really an emergency but the only thing you’ve got in the fridge is pickles and frozen pizza. You could make do but you don't want to.

“Do you want me to bag your groceries for you?” You ask, side-stepping past your cart and to The Guy, who’s precariously offering hushed solutions to the girl’s self-imposed grief.

He looks up; between you, his girl, the cashier, then the box of cereal on the counter that sits soundly.

Blue and unbothered.

Back to you. His eyes shine so brightly, you find yourself convinced he’s on the verge of tears. That’s just how he looks, you realize. Dark, dark eyes– condors and tarmac– and the twinkle of artificial light in them.

He nods weakly. “If you don’t mind.”

You shrug and walk past him, to the end of the cash register.

There’s Chef Boyardee, Donettes, Yummy Dino Buddies; they all get bagged– one by one– together. The Guy comes to stand next to you, now holding his girl; her ruddy, sobbing face tucked warmly into the crook of his neck. She’s clinging to his OMSI: Pacific Marine Camps t-shirt, snot getting on the printed Spicebush Swallowtail.

His dark eyes follow your hands as you set aside the eggs.

“Thank you,” he says, but you’re barely halfway done. He’s earnest about it though; gaze on your jaw as one of his warm palms rubs firm circles into the girl’s back.

You shake your head half-heartedly. “It’s okay,” you tell him.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“I offered.”

He goes quiet, glancing towards the cashier a couple of times nervously. “Most people wouldn’t.”

“I dunno,” you set the eggs on top of the Donettes and whip open a new bag to place milk and Kraft Mac n’ Cheese in. “Stuff like this happens all the time.”

The little girl’s sobs have receded into hiccups and sniffles, still crying, but quiet.

The cashier picks at their nails.

When you finish bagging The Guy’s groceries, you give him a smile. Something that you hope is reassuring. Warm: the apple cider you had a week ago bubbling up on your cheeks.

Then, you return to your cart and the cashier begins scanning your items.

The Guy lingers.

A minute later he’s offering to pay for your groceries.

“You’re acting like you’re in debt,” you tease with a bewildered smile, borderline grimace.

“I am.”

“No, you’re not.”

When you exit, he follows; pushing his cart with one hand, holding the girl up with the other. She’s not crying anymore.

The pair follow as you step over a mess of expired coupons that have been trodden into a fine paste over the parking lot’s concrete. Baby wipes: two for one.

“You’ve gotta let me repay you,” he implores.

You shrug a shoulder.

He opens and closes his mouth, struggling to find the right words. And there probably aren’t any, but you can’t tell him that. That’s something he’s gotta figure out on his own. You throw the back of your car open and shove groceries in.

He watches quietly.

“Thank you,” he then says, stubbornly. Like you’re a tornado; flightless fog and feathered ozone, a nightmare, something so earnestly destructive.

He has no clue how to approach it. You.

You turn to him fully, the air turning more yellow between the two of you as the evening deepens. The sun, a molten yolk melting and dipping into the bread of the Earth’s foundation.

He’s handsome— strong arms, broad shoulders, sharp jaw— and entirely constructed by hard-headed exhaustion.

Awfully young to be taking care of a girl like that, you think, but shit happens.

Shit always happens.

You close the trunk of your car.

“Good luck,” you tell The Guy, waving softly.

He’s quiet but he begins to step away, and the girl finally looks up– still clutching onto his shirt. Her dark, dark eyes glue stickily to yours: a gooey, feathered, glittery, arts n’ crafts project.

You smile at her, something you hope is reassuring. She sniffles.

“Thanks,” he says, moving further away, “you too.”

•---------•

“Happy Birthday.” You present the manilla folder lazily to David. He raises a brow.

“Those aren’t the divorce papers, are they?”

“Um,” you bring the folder back to your chest– an evil, rectangular teddy bear– and flip it open, “‘Complaint for Divorce’ in parentheses, ‘No Children’,” you look back at him. “I dunno, could be.”

He groans and reorganizes the staplers on his desk that have already been neatly placed at the corner. Twenty-degree angles on top of ninety-degree angles. All aligned in minimalist, careful, simplicity.

Perfect.

“I’m glad someone’s getting some amusement out of my divorce,” David groans, flipping drawers open and closed. Looking for something imaginary, something that will keep him busy. An object that will be an excuse in the future for his own failures.

“Our divorce,” you plea sarcastically, “You’re not gonna be my brother-in-law any more.” As if it ever mattered.

“Why are you here anyway?” He asks, finally straightening. One of his thick brows raises. “And not her assistant?”

“She wanted the personal touch.” You joke, setting the folder down on his desk. It feels incriminating when you hold it yourself as if you’re the one holding the gun up to their marriage, pulling the trigger. David eyes the folder warily. He reaches a skinny hand out, flipping through the papers tentatively.

His tendons swing and swell like frantic waves under his tan skin.

“I guess one nice thing about marrying a lawyer is that paperwork’s never a problem,” he mutters.

“And there are copies.”

“Oh, joy!” He exclaims, but then slumps in his chair, temples balanced in his palms. He’s awfully small like this. Crumpled at his desk. His blue and green argyle tie, a ruined knot at his neck. Gray suit, a poor stitch of used paper towels surrounding his frame.

Something about seeing a man so weak feels sacrilegous. Feels like a taunt. Feels like God is sitting on your shoulder and giggling.

It doesn’t help that his desk is so pristine. Neat where David is fucked. A nameplate sits perfectly in the center: DAVID CASTILLO VICE PRINCIPAL, it screams, confident.

“I should go,” you say when he doesn’t twitch from his hunched position for sixty seconds.

He nods, then shakes his head, then pinches the bridge of his nose as if a spider’s unfurled its legs in the cave of it. “No,” he starts, “No, um,” he glances at the divorce papers and looks away just as quickly. There’s a picture of him and your sister hanging on the wall to his left. He stares at the frame. “How about I take you out to dinner? Or something?”

“Sure,” you shrug.

“Okay.” David inhales deeply.

It’s quiet. A clock on his wall ticks, again and again, impending itself into your skin and his soul. “Do you want me to wait outside?” You ask, pointing a thumb at the door.

“Please,” he mutters.

The school is empty. The ‘Welcome Back to School!’ display is still up in the lobby, even though it’s mid-September and a chill is starting to ghost the air every few days. A janitor scoops up a leaking trash bag, throws it over his shoulder, and rolls the bin into the hallway.

You stroll past a wall absolutely littered with papers; drawings hung up like samara fruit in waxy colors. Lots of suns with smiley faces and brown, pea-bodied dogs. Theres a family of rainbow turtles and a wonky drawing of Ariel from The Little Mermaid. You recognize a dragon and a field of camels too. It’s endearing.

David wanted kids. Your sister didn’t.

That’s not the reason they’re getting a divorce but it’s one of those little microcosms that sums up why.

One little minute passed but it changed the hour. Changed the day too, maybe. Or the week. The month. For all you know, even the year. That’s what happened with them.

Just one minute. That’s all it takes.

You expect the cafeteria to be empty like everything else but it isn’t. There’s a woman sitting near the entrance with barrel hips and kinky, salt-and-pepper hair that's clipped back viciously in a bun. She smells warm, like peaches and laundry detergent; shea butter too.

A spice you only dream about.

The woman looks up at you from her book– something by Toni Morrison– and her brown and pink lips purse at you.

For a second she looks mean, but her hands seem so soft; so, so soft; the color of warm, brown egg shells. Her nails are lacquered in a hazy shade of lavender that reminds you of glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling and the taste of milk with honey.

Sweet potato pie.

“Are you here for Abby Schmidt?” She asks, her voice low and smooth like the afterthought of a lullaby. Her eyes then turn to a girl sitting at one of the cafeteria tables. She sits alone, her dark hair hanging in rivulets around her ears and jaw, and she scribbles mindlessly with crayons on paper.

“No,” you tell her, adjusting your messenger bag a little. “I was just dropping something off for Mr. Castillo.”

The woman closes her book. Her eyebrows are thin. Neat stitches arched above wrinkles. “Are you a friend of David’s?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Okay,” she relents and opens her book again. You smile fractionally and nod, even though she doesn’t see.

Your footsteps echo against the linoleum as you walk deeper into the heart of the cafeteria. The girl doesn’t look up from her work, even as you approach, and you find yourself standing behind her. You’re looking over her shoulder at her art, arms clasped behind your back.

“I like your drawing,” you utter. The girl— Abby— turns to look up at you. Her eyes stick to yours.

“Thank you,” she says, trading a green crayon for a pink one. Then she looks back up, assessing you like you’re a division problem she hasn’t quite learned yet. “I like your jacket.” She settles.

“Thanks,” you say genuinely, shifting on your feet, “Can I sit with you?”

Abby nods and scoots over as you join her. She keeps coloring. Your eyes scan her drawing some more.

Two scribbled figures. Both with dark hair, and dark eyes, and smiles. One is taller than the other, and you can tell that the shorter one is herself: she’s wearing the red overalls in her drawing. The taller figure sports a green sweater— deep green.

Evergreens, ferns; huckleberries falling off the branch.

“Is that your dad?” You ask, hand waving towards the taller figure. She shakes her head.

“That’s Mike. He’s my brother.”

You nod. “Is that who you’re waiting for?”

“Mhm. But he’ll be here soon.” She checks the little purple watch on her wrist like she’s the president of the United States. “He’s usually late.” She turns to you. “Are you waiting for someone too?”

You guess you are. “Yeah.”

“Are they late?”

You shrug. “Sorta.”

Abby then narrows her eyes at your face. “I know you,” she says resolutely.

“Do you?” You ask, propping your head up with a palm as you rest your elbow on the cafeteria table.

“Yeah. You’re that lady who helped Mike at the grocery store.”

Your brows twitch upward, an interested leer wide on your lips. Abby looks suddenly familiar. Dark, dark eyes and fluorescents catching on them.

You’re surprised she remembers that at all; not only because it happened back during the tail-end of July, but because she was sobbing through the whole situation. She only saw your face for a solid five seconds and still recognized you as That Lady.

Smart girl.

“Yeah, that was me.”

She assesses you again; but more like a bird on a tree. “I’m Abby.”

“Nice to meet you, Abby.” You introduce yourself too. She beams and turns back to coloring. You watch and then ask, “Can I draw with you?” and Abby is quick to shove a paper and brown crayon in your hand.

She seems very pleased about the development.

Ten minutes later she’s frowning at your purple cow-dog-unicorn-thing and shaking her head. “I don’t think it looks like a cow.”

You look down at your work with her.

“Maybe if you squint? It’s abstract.” You narrow your eyes and bite the flesh of your cheek, doing what you think the high masters did when they made shit too.

She tries a squint and then frowns harder. “No.”

You laugh. “Well, maybe it’s my own animal.”

“Does it have a name?”

“Hmm. Wanna help me think of one?”

“Umm,” Abby tilts her head this way and that, the curls of her hair springing as she does. “I can’t think of anything.”

Before you can reply with something funny, someone runs into the cafeteria, panting. It’s The Guy. Mike. Her brother.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Harris, I-“

The woman ignores him, flipping another page in her book. He sighs and swallows, turning towards Abby. Then he looks flatly at you.

Abby stares– unwavering– as he walks over, hands crossed neatly over one another on the table. Mike takes her scrutiny like it’s orange juice with pulp while glancing strangely between her face and yours.

“Mike,” she starts. “You’re late.”

“Yeah, I know, um,” he looks vaguely towards you. This feels like a routine and it feels like you're breaking it.

Abby introduces you. “This is the nice lady from the grocery store.” She supplies. His eyes widen momentarily, suddenly putting all the pieces of the past and the present together, a jigsaw falling into place. His eyes trace the slant of your nose, the curve of your eyes; linger on the pocket above your lips and the eve of your jaw.

Mike clears his throat and straightens his back. “I didn’t know you worked here?”

“I don’t,” you say, and look at your purple abomination. “A family member does.”

Mike nods and momentarily loses interest, walking around the table and grabbing Abby’s backpack. He slings it across his shoulder. It’s phenomenally tiny on his sback and you realize just how small Abby is. And the little pack is so bright against him too; shining in reds, and yellows, and deep blue cerulean against the gray-green of his jacket.

Abby stands, gathers her drawings (yours too), and grabs Mike’s hand when he offers it. There are bandaids on his thumb and pointer finger, bruises like nightshade crawling from underneath the torn brown.

But Abby doesn’t look away from you when Mike makes it for the exit. She makes an annoyed, high-pitched sound from the back of her throat and glues her eyes to yours desperately.

He stops, head knocking back to stare at the ceiling tiredly, before dropping to look at her. “What’s wrong?” He asks her gently.

“Wanna go to Sparky’s with us?” Abby asks you, with no regard towards Mike. Like he’s an imaginary presence. His eyes go wide though, catching the light like moths as he stares tight-lipped and in utter horror at the back of Abby’s head.

And then he comes to terms with it, frowning between you and her.

“Um,” you start, then scoot closer to Abby in your seat. Your eyes level with hers. “I think that’s something you need to ask Mike about,” you settle gently, hoping its the right thing to say.

She whips her head to look up at him. “Can they go to Sparky’s with us?”

Mike clears his throat; shifts his stance like it’ll suddenly root the words into his mind; adjusts the strap of Abby’s bag on his shoulder.

“Maybe later,” he decides.

“When?”

“Abby. C’mon.”

“When, Mike?”

You rise from your seat. “Are you free Friday?” You ask him, head tilting. He purses his lips at you, jaw working, and then seemingly gives up.

“After four, yeah.”

“Great. Me too.”

“Okay.”

“Friday at five then?” You beam down at Abby. “Sparky’s right?” Back at Mike. “That’s on 65th and Jefferson?”

“Yeah. Sure, sounds good.” He says, but you don’t believe him. He’s got this barely-there wince on his face like there’s a nail in his shoe.

He’s sorry, you realize. Sorry about Abby; sorry that he’s supposedly forced you into this. You shake your head at him with an easy smile.

It’s okay. But he doesn’t believe you either.

You feel like he’s the type of person who’s always on his own page. Not because he wants to be but because he’s worried that other people can’t read between the lines. Can’t look deeper, past the words and into the real meat of it all.

Or maybe Mike’s more comfortable ripping the book apart than letting anybody settle down into it with him.

He leaves.

Abby waves at you, a flutter of little fingers as she walks out the door too, trailing behind Mike.

David shows up five minutes later.

His tie is situated perfectly around his neck; firm and rigid into the confines of his freshly buttoned suit. He smiles at Mrs. Harris and she asks him how he is. David says he’s fine. You wish he didn’t have to lie but he waves you over like his life is a dream and you accept that this is the reality he wants. And that you’re, in some way, a part of it.

Dinner with him is a blur. The week is a blur.

On Friday, you almost forget that you’ve committed to go to Sparky’s but one of your coworkers mentions how her daughter has a ballet recital; and you’re suddenly reminded of Abby.

Reminded of the fact that there’s now apparently a child in your life that is affected by your actions.

You think for a moment to talk about Abby but remember suddenly that you don’t really know a thing about her. You don’t know whether she prefers apple juice or orange juice: what her favorite cartoon is: or if she’s still using kid’s toothpaste.

Abby’s not your kid or your little sister, and that fact doesn’t change even if you think she’s cute and funny.

You wonder what she’s drawn today.

Maybe she’ll show you. You think about how small she is and if her little eyes will stare into yours, hop-scotching across the strange adult sadness you can’t seem to shake off on warm, overcast days like today.

You drown out thoughts with the radio while you drive to Sparky’s.

It’s a hard place to miss.

It’s just outside the center of town, and the flat-topped building sits under a large neon sign that says “SPAKY’S GIL & DINR” because the owner can’t really afford to fix the letters that don’t light up anymore. The smiling, cartoon dog– Sparky— doesn’t light up anymore either.

He’s got bird shit on his left eye.

You’re five minutes early when you open the glass door to the diner. A bell tinkles, signaling your arrival.

Mike and Abby have already situated themselves in one of the gray laminate booths. They sit on one side together. Abby’s got her head down, already scribbling at a paper with a green, broken crayon. Mike’s looking out the window, an arm across the back of the booth behind her. Calm, reserved.

A little, yellow teddy bear is propped up between them.

Mike only turns your way when you sit down across from him. Abby looks up from her drawing immediately, her head jolting up. Her grin is palpable, like strawberry shortcake, when you say hi.

“You came!” She exclaims, grip tightening on the crayon. It might snap.

You smile. “Of course I did. I said I would, didn’t I?”

Abby nods and returns to drawing; her arm moving twice as fast as it was before you came.

Mike makes eye contact with you. His eyes then drop to linger on the collar of your shirt, reading the hem like an instruction manual, before raising again.

You’re not sure what he learned from the stitching.

Something by The Doors is droning on the speaker; fuzzy, blurry, like fog. Jim Morrison moans out “Let it roll, baby, roll~” and your foot taps along.

“Did you just get back from work?” You ask him, shrugging your jacket off.

“Yep.”

“What do you do?”

“Construction.” Something you could’ve guessed, judging by the Carhartt pants and steel-toed boots.

“Nice,” you say, authentically.

He nods, then says, “How about you?” like the words are gumming to his teeth.

“Boring stuff,” you wave Mike off and watch Abby trade for a blue crayon. She’s humming along to the music. You can feel his eyes on the side of your face and turn your head back to sit eye-to-eye. He raises a quizzical brow. “Seriously,” you implore.

“You don’t have a job,” He says simply. He’s not really bothered by the notion that you’re unemployed.

“I do,” you huff, “I just,” so you tell him about it. He looks tired while you talk, occasionally eyeing the ketchup and continuously rereading the label while actively pretending not to. But he’s an honest, good sport about it; at the very least trying to seem interested. Mike nods in all the right places, giving “yeahs” and “mhms” when he should.

In the middle of your drone, the waitress comes.

She’s fifty-something, with chalky eyeliner bleeding under her eyes; her ginger-dyed hair is pulled back in an impressively messy beehive. You easily imagine royal honey dripping from the split ends. She smells like stevia and tobacco. The name tag on her chest says “Susie”.

Susie blinks at you warmly and tiredly. “What can I get for you?”

Mike orders first, orders for Abby– who barely flinches at the mention of her name– and then you order.

Susie leaves without writing any of it down.

Mike turns back to you, tense. “You don’t mind paying for yourself, right?”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” you joke, but he doesn’t really smile. Abby suddenly looks up from her art and leans in your direction, a little valence electron swarming into a new orbital. Her small shoulder pushes into Mike’s bicep. He stills her with a soft look like he wants to pillow her in peach fuzz and call it a night.

“Do you like your job?” She asks, sitting up on her knees. The hand Mike has resting on the booth moves to fix her sweater to her shoulder. She doesn’t even flinch.

You shrug a little. “It’s okay.”

She seems troubled. “Why do grown-ups never like their jobs?”

You stifle a laugh but shake your head. “I’m not sure about that. There are a lot of grown-ups who like their jobs.”

“I don’t know any.”

You glance at Mike.

He’s wincing at her words– scratching at the skin behind his ear– looking properly embarrassed. They’re a funny pair; like pickle relish and peanut butter. Weird fishes swimming and circling together because they have nowhere else to go. They know this routine; know the angle of each other’s currents.

“There are,” you assure her. Your eyes drift toward the drawing she abandoned. “What do you wanna be when you’re grown-up?”

She shrugs and tells you “I dunno,” like it’s the easiest answer in the world. “This boy, Jesse, in my class, he wants to be an astronaut.”

“Do you want to be an astronaut?”

“Sure. Space is cool. And the moon is pretty.” Abby looks towards the ceiling as if it’ll break apart and reveal Mars.

Your fingers reach tentatively for her art and when she doesn’t protest, you take it fully. You hold her work up with two hands in front of your face like a mask. “You don’t wanna be an artist?” You ask with a sly smile, peeking around the drawing. She shrugs again and Mike rubs her back a little.

You face the paper.

It’s a grassy scene; blue sky, yellow sun wearing sunglasses. Five figures are the subject; Abby in the middle and then two other children on each side of her. On her left; a redhead boy with a hook for a hand and another boy in a top hat. On her right; a blonde girl in a pink dress and finally, a boy in blue with bunny ears.

You put down the paper to look at Abby. Her eyes are wide, expectant. Mike’s are the same.

“Are these your friends?”

“Yes!” Abby exclaims and leans on the table to look at you closer. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess,” you grin, pleased.

Mike shifts awkwardly. “Imaginary,” he clarifies. “Imaginary friends.”

You give him a private, amused smile. He relaxes a little.

Abby hands you a blank paper. “You should draw your friends.”

You obey, picking up a crayon, starting with yourself. Mike watches you carefully, eyes on your hands, sometimes trailing the curve of your eyebrows and the fall of your lashes.

“You’re good,” he says as Abby hands you a pink crayon– which you take dutifully. You draw a flower while sending him a wry smile, shaking your head. “I’m serious,” he implores, but you can hear the joke behind it.

“Sure.”

Then you finish coloring your jeans in and lean back to think.

Friends. You could draw your sister. But she’s not a friend. She’s your sister, and a lawyer, and a now ex-wife, but she’s not a friend.

David isn’t a friend either.

Dinner with him was quiet and he’d broke down into tears (again) by the end of it. You paid for the bill out of pity. You think that’s probably the last time you’re ever going to see him.

The waitress drops your food off as you start to outline the shape of red overalls.

Abby chews deftly on her chicken nuggets and leans into Mike’s shoulder while he dips his burger into a heaping pool of ketchup: the two of them eye your drawing together. You’re reminded of this photo you saw once in a Nat Geo magazine of two dark-eyed owls burrowed together.

You bite a smile.

When you’re done coloring a green sweater, you straighten and pop a self-satisfied fry into your mouth.

Abby wipes her hands off with a napkin that Mike hands her and takes your drawing. She gasps when she sees. Mike’s brows raise and you reflexively hope he doesn’t hate it.

“It’s us!” Abby says excitedly, vibrating with joy. You take a bite of your food and nod. She turns to Mike, huffing, and very seriously tells, “This is for the fridge.”

And finally, Mike smiles, almost snorting. But all he does is nod and say “Sure is,” between his bite

“You even drew my overalls.”

“I did,” you say. “They’re totally cute.”

“I like the flowers you drew around us.”

“Pretty, right?”

Abby looks so happy you could scream.

By the time both Mike and you are done with your food, her eyes haven’t left the drawing. And you must be doing something right because at some point Mike smiles at you.

Quietly. Mostly unseen.

Mike is comfortably out of your reach but he flutters in and out of your grasp fleetingly; a moth seeking light, heat, maybe something more. When he lands, you don’t close your fingers; only hang your palm open and let him decide if he wants to stay.

Maybe you are on the same page but you’re not sure if he knows it.

When the check comes Mike suddenly offers to pay. You refuse, waving him off and sticking your card in with his.

Susie comes to pick it up and then returns five seconds later, wishing you a nice day. You walk out of the diner as one big group– Mike holding the door open for you and Abby– and you find yourselves stuck under neon signs.

Mike looks at Abby carefully. “Can you wait in the car for a second?” He asks. She looks immediately offended, wanting to say no.

He looks exhausted.

Abby glares at him, then looks sadly at you before walking away and clambering into the back seat of his Honda Accord.

You turn to Mike and he turns to you when the door slams shut.

“Thank you,” he says immediately like he’s been holding it in his lungs the entire time.

“It’s nothing.”

“No,” he urges, “seriously. Abby, she,” he glances at the car, “she has a really hard time with people. Shit, I have a hard time with her too and I’m her brother.” Mike takes a deep breath. “She really likes you.”

You’re quiet for a second, letting the shadow in your eyes escape and mingle with his. “I get it.” You tell him. “Kids are…” you scuff your shoe against the pavement, “hard. Big emotions, little bodies, ya know?”

He nods. “Yeah.” He exhales. “You’re good with her.”

“I was a weird kid too.” You tell Mike with a grin.

Something like a smile is offered as he shakes his head. “You, uh,” he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jeans and glues his eyes to the ground. “You wouldn’t mind meeting up again?”

You take a deep breath. This is a lot.

You should say, “Yes, I do mind,” but honestly, you really don’t. You’re not bothered by their company. You like both of them. Mike’s got something sad about him though; constantly in the eye of a storm, waiting for the hazard to hit again. And Abby’s Abby: sweet.

“It’s just, she doesn’t really,, click. But she did with you. And I know she’s gonna wanna see you again.” He elaborates.

“Sure,” you breathe, blinking. “Do you want my phone number or something?”

Mike nods. “Yeah, that’d be good.” He gives you his phone and sniffs when you enter your digits and hand it back.

You step away, steeping yourself deeper into the night. “See you around?”

“Yeah,” he nods and turns to his car. Abby rolls the window down, thin arms circling quickly, and peaks her head out.

“Bye!” She calls desperately as the engine starts. She probably thinks she’ll never see you again.

“Later, alligator!” You call back, waving.

She grins toothily and Mike asks her to roll the window up as they pull slowly out of the parking lot.

•---------•

Mike doesn’t contact you for the next two weeks. You expect it.

By the third week, you’ve settled that he’s realized just how odd this situation is and won’t call you ever. Something like disappointment aches awfully in your chest but you brush it off as a human reaction to the departure of warm summer evenings.

October is right around the corner and you’re starting to feel it.

The days are getting crisper; dirt turning to mud, dew on the grass, leaves turning orange. There’s also a bug going around at work and you’re not spared of its spread.

You wake up one morning with a scratch in your throat, an ache in your head, and a clog in your left nostril. You’re not really that sick; after a cup of coffee, you feel better. But your psyche still feels like it’s made from popsicle sticks and cotton balls.

You take it to the pharmacy before work.

There’s Nyquil and a row of untouched Dayquil next to it. Concentrated Tylenol and Cepacol. Zyrtec and Claritin. Dimetapp. You take the Aspirin and Nyquil and shlump towards the counter.

Mike is there, looking casually fatigued in front of the check-out counter, his hands in his pockets.

“Hey,” you say, the inflection of a question in your voice; the hesitance that maybe Mike wants to be ignored. Remain unseen. Unperceived. He jolts a little at your greeting and doesn’t relax when he turns to face you.

“Hey,” he says back. He takes a glance at your hand. “Sick?”

“Just a runny nose.”

He nods, takes a nervous look towards the empty counter, and then scratches at the growing stubble on his jaw.

“How ‘bout you?” You ask.

His eyes won’t meet yours. “Just some medication.”

You nod and look slowly toward the rack of non-prescription reading glasses. There’s a glittery, red pair at the very top– so small they could probably fit in the palm of your hand. “How’s Abby?”

Mike relents a little, shoulders going from concrete to rubble. “She’s doing alright. She asks about you sometimes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, that drawing you did? She loves it.”

“I’m glad.”

There’s a quiet spell– the two of you looking in your own directions– and when the pharmacist finally shows up, paper bag in hand, Mike nabs it and leaves.

Then you step forward to pay, a polite smile on your lips, eyes flicking to your watch to take a mental note that you need to get to work soon.

Mike’s waiting for you outside the pharmacy; awkward and dark against the white overcast. It’s foggy this morning. You don’t know how he isn’t cold, only wearing a pair of jeans and a Foo-Fighters t-shirt that’s a little tight around the arms and chest. That makes you swallow.

You slow to a stop in front of him.

“I was gonna call you,” he sighs. “I got busy.”

“It’s okay.”

“Do you wanna,” he raises a hand, then drops it uselessly, “do something with Abby soon?”

“Sure.”

“She’s got a half-day on Wednesday. We could take her to the park?”

It’s a good plan. You don’t know why he sounds so unsure. “Get her outside before it gets too cold to?”

“Yeah,” he says, breathing a little easier.

“Sure, I’d love to.”

Mike straightens his back a degree. “You know Marylheights Park? It’s close to the school.”

“Yeah, I know it.”

“Is one okay? Or are you working?” He suddenly realizes.

You shake your head. “I can come by on my lunch break.”

“Alright. Great. See you there.”

You smile, nod, step away a little, and then leave– abandoning Mike under the eave of the pharmacy.

True to your word, you show up at one o’clock in the afternoon at Marylheights Park. Mike and Abby are already there– he’s sitting on a bench, wearing a flimsy black hoodie and she’s bundled up in a pink and red jacket, a beanie knitted in a cacophony of colors on her head.

She runs over when she sees you, a heap of colors on the breeze, a smile bright on her face.

“I haven’t seen you in forever!” She exclaims, tripping a little on the bark-chip. You see Mike twitch and then falter when she catches herself.

“You okay?” You ask, reaching a hand out for support if she needs it. She grabs your fingers, tight, as she leads you toward the playground. There’s a couple of other kids with their parents playing too.

“Do you like my hat?” She asks, stopping in front of you to show off.

“I love it.”

“Mike made it for me.”

You glance at him. He’s slouched lazily on the bench, hands stuffed in the pocket of his hoodie.

“Really?”

“Mhm.” She dawdles around you, skipping and humming as she climbs the monkey bars. “I saw a turtle today.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah, it was really cute.” She hangs off one of the bars, letting herself swing back and forth. “Lauren brought it for show-and-tell today.”

“What did you bring for show-and-tell?” You ask, leaning against a post with your arms crossed.

“My friend.”

“Your friend?”

“He’s in my backpack right now.”

You nod like it makes perfect sense. “When I did show-and-tell I brought my big sister.” It’s not true but it's funny to think about.

Abby looks at you wide-eyed and a flock of Canadian Geese honk above you; black and white, obnoxious angels. “You can do that?”

“Duh.”

Abby drops from the bar and stares at you. “You’re lying to me.”

You grin. “Maybeeee.”

She rolls her eyes the same way that people do it on TV and suddenly walks away when she sees a round of Lava Monster is starting up. It’s a weird, convoluted game you used to play all the time. You’re suddenly upset that you forgot the rules; as if it didn’t used to be one of your favorite things in the whole world.

You sigh and meander over to Mike, sitting next to him.

Your eyes stay on Abby as she toddles along the play-structure in the middle, unsteadier than you like. Mike hands you a brown, paper bag wordlessly. You raise a brow and take it.

Inside is a white-bread sandwich in a ziploc bag, a juice box, and a folded note.

“What-”

Mike cuts you off. “You came on your lunch break.” You raise your head to look him in the eye. He’s so hard to read sometimes. ”Hope you like turkey and cheese.”

You beam, flushing between joy and embarrassment, and grab the juice box. There’s a cool guy surfing on it. “Thanks,” you say, stabbing the straw into the top. “You didn’t have to.”

He shrugs and turns to watch Abby. She clambers across the slides to avoid being tagged. Some of the other kids yelp and scream wordlessly.

“I owed it to you,” he breathes, his words turning to a puff of vapor in front of his nose.

The two of you split the sandwich in half and you don’t miss the way Mike watches you pick at the crust. When you eat it anyway you hear him puff a sharp exhale of laughter through his nose, shaking his head.

The game filters out and Abby makes her way to the swings, shoes toeing the ground as she sits.

Your fingers lift the note from the bag when you finish eating— unfolding to find a small, crayon drawing, no bigger than your hand.

A purple cow, better than yours, and actually tangible as a cow. Impressive.

“Abby did that,” Mike says, chewing. “She said you need it.”

You close your eyes, amused and overjoyed. Your fingers fold the little piece of paper back up and place it carefully in your bag, in a place you know it won’t be ruined. “God, she’s so sweet,” you huff, hand clenching. You’re not sure what to do with yourself.

You feel like husked corn; chipping paint in a parking lot. Like the curl of peeled apple skin.

“She has her moments,” Mike says gently, almost smiling.

Abby starts spinning herself on the swing, twisting and knotting the chains together and then letting them unravel to leave her in spirals. He frowns at that.

“Abby,” he calls, fixing his slouch on the bench, “quit it! You’ll make yourself sick!”

She sticks her tongue out at him. He grunts. She grins at you and waves. You wave back. She goes back to swinging normally; progressively higher and higher. Another kid ambles over to join her wordlessly.

Mike frowns and shakes his head, first at Abby, then at you. “I’m starting to think she likes you more than me.”

You snort at him. “I’m an adult who isn’t an authority figure in her life.”

“Still.”

“She adores you.” You tell him. You don’t really know either of them well enough to say that but you’re sure of it. You’re sure of it not only because you said it but because Abby’s a sweet, smart kid. She’s got her problems but she’s generally well-behaved. More importantly, she seems happy.

Unbothered, by whatever situation she and Mike are in. Whatever he’s doing, he’s doing pretty good.

And maybe she doesn’t look at Mike like he hung the stars but she certainly treats him like it. The thing about kids is that they’re brutally honest:

If she didn't like Mike, you’d know.

He stares at you for a second longer than you’d expect him to and turns back to watch her.

The two of you stay like that for a while. Side by side. Almost shoulder to shoulder. Abby sometimes comes over to take a break, or ask what you thought of her drawing, or tell Mike what she wants for dinner. It’s peaceful. Quiet.

Okay.

Some parents leave. Some new parents show up. The two of you stay.

At some point, you glance down at your watch and panic floods your synapses.

“Shit,” you mutter, standing up. Mike raises a brow. “I’m really sorry but I’ve gotta get back now. I’m gonna be late and-“

“Don’t worry.” He tells you easily, fixing his posture so he isn’t slouched under your eye. You smile apologetically. Abby runs over from the slides, panting, her wide eyes expectant on yours.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, I have to get to work now.”

“But you’ll come back right?”

You bend down to her level, fix the hat on her head so that it sits evenly. “Yeah, of course.”

“Okay.” She sighs, seemingly relieved, but the trace shadows of upset are still visible in the gleam of her eyes.

“Have fun with Mike?” You tell her, rising. You linger despite yourself.

“Later alligator?” She asks like a wet mutt as you start the walk to your car.

“In a while crocodile.”

You wave and she waves back. Mike keeps his eyes trained on you, raising a hand too. Your smile widens.

•---------•

Your older sister is the prettier, smarter, more put-together version of you. The version of you that you pretend to be.

She doesn’t laugh and she doesn’t smile, and you can’t tell if it’s because she genuinely can’t feel joy or is afraid of getting wrinkles. You’re sure it’s a mix of both. She lives in this big, minimalist penthouse suite that you’ve only been in twice; her heels have red bottoms. She has avocado toast for most her meals and the hoops on her ears are real gold.

In short summary; your sister has got it good. You’re pretty sure she’s miserable.

She tells her assistant, Christa, to get her a coffee and Chrsita offers to get you one too with a sweet smile. You want to say “Yes,” but she looks awfully close to having a mental breakdown. You tell Christa, “No, thanks,” smiling gently back.

When she leaves, you turn and stare at your sister’s pursed lips.

You drove into the city for once and your sister could only make time for you to come and sit in one of the stiff chairs she has placed in front of her cocobolo desk; the chairs for clients. You look around her office.

It’s neater than David’s and ten times bigger.

Vast and white. A tundra of dreams scotch-taped together.

“You were almost late.” She says, annoyed, eyes stuck to the papers in front of her.

“Sorry, I had to get cough drops at the pharmacy.”

“You’re sick?”

“Just a sore throat.”

You lean forward to poke her cheek. She squawks and slaps your hand away, scandalized and disgusted.

“That’s disgusting!”

You laugh and she steels you with a hard glare, a scoff caught in the back of her throat. “I do wash my hands,” you tell her.

She shakes her head and drums her perfectly manicured French tips against the heavy table. You tuck your own hands under your thighs. You like her nails; you want yours to look like hers but they’re inconvenient for people like you. Real people, with real lives and realistic, boring jobs.

But it's nice to look at them, especially on your sister.

“Heard from David?” She asks as if she isn’t divorcing him. Like he’s a houseplant that you’re taking care of while she takes a quick business trip.

New York. London. Shanghai. Amsterdam. Seoul. You’ve seen the photos.

“Nope.” You bite your lip and Christa comes with the coffee. A cappuccino that she places in front of your sister. Black. Tiny, little cup. Christa gives you a dazzling smile that has you grinning back at her fully, like an indulged schoolgirl. And then she’s gone; clicking off to document review in her little black heels.

Your sister glares at that.

You look her over.

Look at the way she’s curled her lashes and glossed her lips. Her shirt is buttoned straight– stiff and crisp around her neck. There’s a little permanent divot between her eyebrows and the white light of the office washes her out.

“You look tired,” you say flatly, a fairly normal thing to say to a woman who’s a criminal lawyer for an inner-city law firm.

She barely looks at you. “Thanks.”

And then it’s her turn to look you over. You’re sure she doesn’t like what she sees. She rarely does. “Have you been eating?”

“Of course I have.”

She stares for a moment longer before saying, “Just checking.”

Someone knocks on the door and peaks their head in– a young man with dark hair. Bright hazel eyes. She glares at him wordlessly and he makes eye contact with you before shutting the door quickly. You watch her scoff and then carefully pick up a pen before signing the papers gently; like hemlock and hummingbirds.

Your sister. Elegant.

You tilt your head.

She starts. “So, any luck-“

“Oh, can we please go five minutes-“

“I was going to ask-“

“-without talking about-“

“-about your job!”

“-things I know you don’t care about!” You stare at her. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Fine. We won’t talk about it.

You smile. “I like your shirt.”

“Fuck off.” She flips open a stack of papers with a fit of impressive anger, scribbling something hotly in the margins.

You know she doesn’t hate you but sometimes you have to wonder.

She’s mean and a bitch; but she constantly worries— and she worries more about you than anyone else. More than she ever worried about David. Which says quite a bit about what the two of you have done and put up with for one another.

Your sister: less of a counterpart, more of a weird black shadow of a half-twin. Not the moon and the sun; but a tree and the ferns that grow underneath.

Your sister stares at her cooling cup of coffee and looks into your eyes like they’re blurry. “Do you need money?”

Her solution to everything. A pretty good one, you won’t lie. “No.” You say quickly, waving her off.

“So everything’s good then?”

“Yeah. Good. It’s all good.”

She raises a brow but looks away to read something.

“How about you?” You ask.

She sighs heavily and stares at the wall. “Well,” and for a moment she doesn’t look like your sister. More like any other woman– any other person experiencing life for the first time. She’s thinking about her job and her home; the wonders and horrors of burnt toast and manilla folders. Of sending people to jail or keeping them out of it. Of going to bed in her 1200 thread count, Egyptian-cotton bed set.

Then she blinks, as if remembering who she is, and suddenly your sister’s sitting in front of you again.

“It’s alright. Fine. Boring.”

“Makes sense.” You tell her with a nod.

“How’s Mac?” She asks off-handedly, eyes on her work. Mac. Full name Tarmac. The stray cat that’s been haunting your house for the past couple of years. A dumb, skinny little cat who loved you with all of his heart.

“Dead.”

“What?” Your sister exclaims, wrist dropping to the edge of the table, pen still in hand. “How are you not,, a wreck?”

“It happened a few months ago.”

“God.” She finally takes a sip of her cappuccino and clears her throat. “Well, just don’t get upset one night and, I dunno, drink yourself into a sobbing mess.”

You grimace. “Says you.”

She sends you a hard glare. “Don’t.”

“I’m not the one who had to be bailed out of-“

“When are you going to stop bringing that up?” She groans. You laugh a bit now, dropping your head towards your lap and your sister looks properly embarrassed. “I passed the bar, have a Porsche, and have a personal trainer, ya know!”

You laugh harder. You can tell she finds it almost funny too but is raging too hotly to care.

“And then I had to-“

“Stop!” She exclaims.

You leave her alone but still giggle through it, fingers pressing against your lips in a complete failure to contain your amusement.

There’s another beat of silence.

She takes another sip. You watch her. Christa comes by again with a new, impressively thick stack of papers for your sister and walks out.

“Where’s your shirt from?” You ask your sister, eyeing it. “It’s nice.”

“Balenciaga.”

Pricey. The white, simple, button-up shirt she’s wearing probably cost her more than a hundred dollars.

“Is it cotton?” You ask her, leaning forward for a better look.

“Yes.” She side-eyes you warily. You lean back. “You better not steal it.”

“I’m not going to!”

“You’ve done it before.”

You roll your eyes.

Your sister finishes her coffee off in silence. It’s awfully quiet for a law firm. You wonder if her office walls are sound-proofed.

At some point, she tells you she has a meeting and that you need to leave. She’s in a good enough mood to at least walk you out herself.

In the firm’s garage building the two of you wait for the valet to bring your car.

She looks strange, sad, lonely. You love her. But you don’t know what to do about it because she gives you no place to put it. That’s just who she is. Her person. Being in a constant state of distress is part of her identity and really, there’s no escaping it. Self-imposed, mortal limbo.

“You’ll be okay?” She asks gently, like for once she means it.

“Yeah.” You tell her, tender. Human. “You?”

“Of course. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sorry about your divorce.” You finally tell her. You didn’t say it at first when it was too new and too fresh. When she was more concerned with paperwork than emotional damage.

She shakes her head like the mention of it is merely a fly in her face. “Don’t apologize. I wanted to thank you for bringing those papers to David.”

“Anytime.”

“It’s just, you live nearby and it would have been easier for you to do it than Christa, and-“

“Seriously.” You cut her off. “It’s fine.”

She sighs and looks you over. It’s a long, extended look of softness. Mike looked at Abby the same way. But it’s a rarity from her; one that has you giving her a confused smile, hands going into the pockets of your jacket— the nicest, crispest one you own— as she stares.

“What?” You ask.

She steps forward, raising an arm, and you step back. She huffs, annoyed. “I wanted to give you a hug but you ruined the moment.”

You scoff incredulously. “You’re so weird.”

She glares. “Fuck you.”

The valet comes with your car.

Shitty, and old. Reliable and well-loved. Needs an oil change.

You step around to the driver’s side and the valet places your keys warmly in your palm. Your sister stays in the spot you left her in.

“Bye.” She says stiffly.

“See you soon.”

She glances at the valet. “Right.”

“Give me a smile?” You joke. You see her right hand twitch to flip you off but with the audience she contains herself. All she gives you is a deep-seated, disappointed frown and a shake of her head.

You grin and step into your car before driving off.

Even as you pull out of the garage you can see her standing still in that over-priced button-up shirt; arms wrapped around her torso, watching you go.

You tell yourself she’ll be okay but when a song from your childhood plays on the radio you doubt it.

Nostalgia will kill you before she ever does.

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warnings: talks of death? i think that’s it.

summary:yelena has tried to cover up that she’s been having a hard time lately. but when kate hears yelena crying in her room late at night, she can’t bare but try to help her.

Yelena has been staying with Kate in New York for 9 months. Kate can’t help but notice when Yelena slowly drifts away and seems to stay in her room more than usual. The blonde who’s usually happy around Kate Bishop had just seemed unusual lately. Kate can’t help but worry.

Kate did not want to cross any boundaries, though, so she didn’t say anything to the unhappy assassin. it is until Kate hears Yelena crying in her bedroom at 4 am that she does anything. She gets out a box of Kraft mac n cheese and prepares it in hopes to make her happier and not cross any lines.

While the mac n cheese is cooking, Kate gets out a sticky note and writes a note to Yelena.

“I know you’ve been told differently in your past, but you don’t have to hide your emotions from everyone. especially me, Yelena. Comes to my room to talk when you’re ready. Maybe a movie too?”

Kate signed the note with a heart with an arrow going through it with the initials “K. B.” before finishing up the mac n cheese and putting it in a container, putting the note on top, and heading to Yelena’s door.

The brunette puts the container with the note on top on the floor by the assassins door before knocking and walking off and back into her room, waiting and hoping Yelena would soon follow.

After thinking about it, Yelena willed herself to get out of bed and talk to Kate Bishop. She grabbed the mac n cheese and walked to the archer’s room.

“Kate?” Yelena spoke, her voice breaking from crying.

Kate quickly comes to the door and opens it. Her heart sinks as she sees Yelena’s state. She looked so small and heartbroken in that moment.

unexpectedly, without saying a word, yelena walks closer to Kate and wraps her arms around her while burying her head in her shoulder.

The archer can hear Yelena start to cry more as she hugs her tight and talks to her sweetly.

“Shh, it’s okay Yelena, I’ve got you, it’s okay.” Kate whispers to the crying girl.

Kate slowly backs up to reach the bed, until Yelena pulls away from her and sits on the bed.

“What’s bothering you, Yelena? I hate seeing you like this.” Kate says sympathetically.

Yelena slowly speaks up, “It’s,” Yelena pauses, almost like it’s embarrassing for her to admit, “It’s just like every thing I see or do reminds me of Natasha. That’s why I’ve been staying in my room. I feel like everything I do ties into her somehow.”

Kate nods, not really knowing what to say in that moment, before pulling Yelena in again and hugging her with pure love.

The 2 girls talk about Yelena’s memories of her sister for hours. The good, the bad, the ugly, all of it.

After talking, Kate turns on a classic movie, “Little Women” knowing that Yelena enjoys it. With Yelena’s head on Kates shoulder, they both watched the movie intently, until Yelena fell asleep halfway through. When Kate noticed, she couldn’t help but chuckle at the adorable girl sleeping on her.

Kate got out of bed, and picked Yelena up bridal style before caring the blonde to her bed. She tucked the girl in and kissed her forehead.

“Goodnight Lena.” Kate whispers.

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In addition to material type, the segmentation based on application sheds light on the specific industries that rely on tuck top boxes for their packaging needs. The food and beverage sector often requires customized tuck top boxes that can preserve the freshness and integrity of perishable goods. Cosmetics companies prefer tuck top boxes that reflect the elegance and branding of their products, often opting for unique designs and finishes. The pharmaceutical industry demands secure and tamper-evident tuck top boxes to ensure the safety and authenticity of medication packaging. Electronic goods manufacturers rely on sturdy tuck top boxes that can provide protection during shipping and handling. By understanding the diverse applications of tuck top boxes across industries, market players can tailor their products to meet the specific requirements of each sector, thereby enhancing their market presence and customer satisfaction.

Moreover, the segmentation based on distribution channels highlights the evolving landscape of how tuck top boxes are marketed and sold to consumers. The shift towards online retail channels has revolutionized the distribution of tuck top boxes, offering convenience and accessibility to a wider audience. Direct sales channels allow manufacturers to engage directly with customers and provide personalized solutions based on their needs. Distributors play a vital role in reaching a broader market segment and ensuring**Global Tuck Top Box Market Analysis:**

- **Market Segmentation Overview:** - **Material Type:** The tuck top box market segmentation based on material type encompasses cardboard, Kraft paper, corrugated board, and others. Cardboard boxes are favored for their sturdiness and eco-friendly nature, while Kraft paper boxes are known for their natural look. Corrugated board tuck top boxes offer extra protection due to their durability, catering to different customer preferences and requirements.

- **Application:** The segmentation by application highlights the diverse industries that utilize tuck top boxes, such as food and beverage, cosmetics, pharmaceuticals, electronic goods, among others. Each industry has specific packaging needs in terms of size, design, and material, influencing the demand for tuck top boxes and driving market growth.

- **Distribution Channel:** The market segmentation by distribution channel includes online retail, direct sales, distributors, and others. With the rise of e-commerce, online retail has gained significance due to its convenience and wide reach, transforming how tuck top boxes are marketed and sold to consumers.

- **Market Players Overview:** - **WestRock Company:** A key player in the tuck top box market, WestRock Company's focus on sustainability and innovation positions it as a leader in offering packaging solutions, including tuck top boxes. The company's commitment to quality and diverse product range strengthens its market presence.

- **International Paper Company:** Renowned for its expertise

Core Objective of Tuck Top Box Market:

Every firm in the Tuck Top Box Market has objectives but this market research report focus on the crucial objectives, so you can analysis about competition, future market, new products, and informative data that can raise your sales volume exponentially.

Size of the Tuck Top Box Market and growth rate factors.

Important changes in the future Tuck Top Box Market.

Top worldwide competitors of the Market.

Scope and product outlook of Tuck Top Box Market.

Developing regions with potential growth in the future.

Tough Challenges and risk faced in Market.

Global Tuck Top Box top manufacturers profile and sales statistics.

Highlights of TOC:

Chapter 1: Market overview

Chapter 2: Global Tuck Top Box Market

Chapter 3: Regional analysis of the Global Tuck Top Box Market industry

Chapter 4: Tuck Top Box Market segmentation based on types and applications

Chapter 5: Revenue analysis based on types and applications

Chapter 6: Market share

Chapter 7: Competitive Landscape

Chapter 8: Drivers, Restraints, Challenges, and Opportunities

Chapter 9: Gross Margin and Price Analysis

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A leading synopsis of market share analysis of dynamic players inclusive of high-end industry veterans

New player entry analysis and their scope of new business models

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A detailed consultation services based on historical as well as current timelines to ensure feasible forecast predictions

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A review of market competitors, their high-end product and service portfolios, dynamic trends, as well as technological advances that portray high end growth in this Market

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Best Cookie Packaging Ideas for Your Bakery in Canada

When it comes to running a successful bakery, presentation is just as important as taste. For Canadian bakeries, standout cookie packaging in Canada can elevate your brand and attract more customers. With the right packaging, you not only ensure the freshness of your cookies but also create a memorable impression. If you’re looking for innovative cookie packaging ideas, here are some top options to consider for your bakery.

1. Eco-Friendly Packaging Solutions

Sustainability is a growing concern for consumers, and opting for eco-friendly packaging can set your bakery apart. Consider using compostable bags, recyclable paper boxes, or biodegradable containers. Materials such as kraft paper and bamboo can give your cookies a rustic, artisanal look while appealing to eco-conscious customers. Additionally, integrating a green message on your packaging can strengthen your brand’s commitment to sustainability.

2. Custom-Branded Cookie Boxes

Custom-branded cookie boxes are a great way to enhance your bakery's identity. Opt for high-quality, branded boxes that feature your logo, colors, and a unique design that reflects the essence of your bakery. You can choose from various styles, including tuck-top boxes, sleeve boxes, or gable boxes. Custom packaging not only protects your cookies but also acts as a marketing tool, increasing brand visibility with every purchase.

3. Clear Plastic Containers

For those who want customers to see their delicious cookies right away, clear plastic containers are an excellent choice. These containers come in various shapes and sizes, from simple round tubs to elegant clear boxes. They’re perfect for showcasing your cookies’ vibrant colors and intricate designs. Additionally, you can easily label these containers with stickers or tags for a personal touch.

4. Personalized Cookie Bags

Personalized cookie bags are ideal for individual cookie sales or small batches. You can choose from paper or plastic bags and add custom prints or stickers with your bakery’s logo. Personalized bags not only make your cookies more appealing but also serve as a convenient option for customers on the go. Consider offering themed bags for holidays or special occasions to enhance their appeal.

5. Gift-Wrapped Cookie Sets

Gift-wrapped cookie sets are perfect for special occasions, holidays, or corporate gifts. Use decorative wrapping paper, ribbons, and tags to create a premium presentation. You can also offer themed sets, such as holiday cookie assortments or seasonal flavors, to attract gift-givers. This type of packaging adds a personal touch and makes your cookies stand out as thoughtful gifts.

6. Innovative Cookie Tins

Cookie tins are a classic choice that adds a touch of elegance and nostalgia. Available in various shapes and sizes, tins are perfect for preserving freshness and can be reused by customers. You can opt for custom-designed tins featuring your bakery’s branding or seasonal designs. Tins also make an excellent option for bulk sales or holiday packaging.

7. Rustic Kraft Paper Wraps

For a more down-to-earth, handcrafted look, consider using rustic kraft paper wraps. This style of packaging works well for artisanal bakeries and can be complemented with twine or ribbon for an added touch. Kraft paper wraps are versatile and can be customized with stamps or stickers for branding. This packaging option is both eco-friendly and stylish, appealing to customers who appreciate a homemade feel.

8. Innovative Box Shapes

Think outside the box with innovative packaging shapes. Consider hexagonal boxes, pyramid containers, or heart-shaped packaging for special occasions. Unique box shapes can make your cookies more memorable and stand out on store shelves. Creative packaging can also create a fun unboxing experience for customers, adding to the overall appeal of your product.

9. Sealed Pouches for Freshness

Sealed pouches are an excellent choice for maintaining the freshness of your cookies while offering a modern look. These pouches come in various sizes and can be customized with your bakery’s branding. They’re perfect for single-serving cookies or small batches and are also convenient for customers who want a quick snack.

Conclusion

Effective cookie packaging not only protects your products but also enhances your brand image and attracts more customers in shipping baked goods. By choosing the right packaging solutions, such as eco-friendly materials, custom-branded boxes, or innovative designs, you can make a lasting impression and stand out in the competitive bakery market in Canada. Invest in quality packaging that reflects your bakery’s values and delights your customers with every purchase.

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Paper boxes are versatile packaging solutions used for a wide range of applications, from retail packaging to shipping and storage. Here's a list of various types of paper boxes: 1. Corrugated Boxes: Made with layers of corrugated paper, these boxes offer strength and are commonly used for shipping and storage. 2. Brown Kraft Boxes: A type of corrugated box with a brown kraft paper exterior, known for its durability. 3. White Kraft Boxes: Similar to brown kraft boxes but with a white paper exterior, often used for more upscale packaging. 4. Slipcase Boxes: A simple box with a lid that slips on and off, often used for books or small items. 5. Tuck End Boxes: The flaps on these boxes tuck in at the ends, providing a secure closure and a neat appearance. 6. Die-Cut Boxes: Boxes with custom shapes cut out of the paperboard, allowing for unique designs and shapes. 7. Rigid Boxes: Made from thicker paperboard for a more rigid structure, often used for luxury packaging. 8. Gift Boxes: Decorative boxes designed for gift-giving, often with a ribbon or bow. 9. Egg Cartons: Specifically designed to hold eggs, with individual compartments to protect each egg. 10. Pizza Boxes: Designed to hold pizzas, with a sturdy structure and sometimes with a vented lid. 11. Cake Boxes: Often with a domed top and a flat base, designed to hold and protect cakes. 12. Window Boxes: Have a clear window to display the product inside without opening the box. 13. Mailers: Flat, lightweight boxes used for mailing documents or small items. 14. Padded Mailers: Similar to mailers but with added padding for extra protection during shipping. 15. T-Shirt Boxes: Designed with a hole for hanging a shirt, often used in retail for clothing.

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Boxes Packaging For Nail Polish in Various Styles:

Our creators do not run short of ideas when it comes to the client’s satisfaction. On our website, you can discover a plethora of interesting Polish box designs. The best thing is that we can tailor packaging in customized size, shape, and layout, going through the product’s specifications in detail. However, choose from the following trendiest box styles for nail polish packaging:

Tuck end packaging with hang tabs

Display box with die-cut window 

Subscription boxes

Drawer boxes

Rigid box with magnetic closure 

Create Brand Awareness with Branded Nail Polish Boxes:

Indeed, there is prevailing huge competition in the cosmetic industry. It is highly challenging for small-scale businesses to get a lead in the retail environment. To your amaze, nail polish packaging wholesale with a logo is an incredible and budget-friendly way to establish a brand’s true identity. The logo design on the packaging makes audiences familiar with the company’s name and creates a lasting first impression. Besides, brands can add promotional slogans, tag lines, and deals to add an extra touch of individualism. We offer special finishings to give an elegant and vibrant feel to prints. 

Drive Out Sales with Display Nail Polish Packaging:

Are you manufacturing premium quality cosmetic items and worried about the sales of nail polishes? Our nail polish packaging box with a window is a wonderful way to display nail paint before onlookers. On the one hand, the product’s integrity is retained. Secondly, the window in the packaging offers a complete preview of the colorful nail paints, which develops the client’s interest.  The addition of foam inserts in display boxes makes packaging extra appealing and helps capture the client’s attention. 

Choose Materials for Custom Nail Polish Packaging Boxes:

Box packaging for nail polish must be sturdy enough to keep nail polish containers protected during shipping. We are well aware of the concerns of clients regarding product safety. That’s why we offer the best packaging materials to give lasting storage to vulnerable cosmetic items. Our top-rated material solutions include kraft, cardboard, corrugated and rigid. They are sturdy, flexible, economical, and eco-friendly packaging solutions. You can handpick the materials complying with the product’s needs. However, our team can also be helpful to guide you in finding the best options. 

Add Grace to Printed Nail Boxes with Gloss/ Matt Finish:

Custom nail polish boxes can become shabby because of tears, scratches, fingerprints etc. We have a plethora of finishings to give a flawless and vibrant texture to the surface of the packaging. Handpick from the given list, which involves embossing, debossing, gloss finish, matt coating, hot foil stamping, spot UV, etc. A gloss finish is preferred as it offers a shimmery, bright, and shiny texture. On the other hand, if you want to make it less glossy, then matt lamination is the most suitable choice. Moreover, the non-reflective nature of matt finish makes fingerprints or marks non-apparent. 

Add-Ons to Design a Terrific Nail Polish Packaging:

Plain packaging looks unattractive and does not have enough appeal to gather the client’s attention. Therefore, you have to do something unusual to stand out in the market. Adding the following features in custom nail polish boxes offers an outstanding and classy feel to packaging:

Inserts:

Give a firm hold to nail polish containers and protect them from colliding or crashing out.

Window with PVC sheet:

Enhance the visual appeal of packed items.

Magnetic closure:

Packaging design with magnetic closures gives protective storage to items and helps in convenient openings or closings.

Hang tab:

Hang-in boxes are ideal for swinging products on store walls for display. 

CustomBoxesZone: An Ideal Place for Nail Polish Packaging Wholesale:

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Elevate Your Brand Experience with Custom Product Boxes from Buy Retail Boxes

In today's competitive market, custom product boxes are more than just packaging; they're a powerful marketing tool. They serve multiple purposes: protecting your products during shipping and storage, offering convenience to your customers, and most importantly, creating a lasting brand impression.

Buy Retail Boxes understands the significance of impactful packaging and offers a wide range of customizable options to help your brand stand out.

Why Choose Custom Product Boxes?

Here are just a few reasons why investing in custom product boxes is a smart decision:

Enhanced Brand Recognition: Your packaging is an extension of your brand identity. Custom boxes allow you to incorporate your logo, colors, and brand messaging, making your products instantly recognizable on shelves or during unboxing experiences.

Increased Customer Engagement: Eye-catching and informative packaging can grab customers attention and pique their interest in your product. You can use the box to highlight product features, share brand stories, or even offer promotions.

Improved Product Protection: Custom boxes can be tailored to the specific size and shape of your product, ensuring a snug fit and protecting it from damage during shipping, handling, and storage.

Elevated Brand Value: Premium packaging materials and finishing touches like embossing, spot UV, or lamination can add a touch of luxury and sophistication to your products, subconsciously communicating higher value to customers.

Buy Retail Boxes: Your One-Stop Shop for Custom Packaging Solutions

At Buy Retail Boxes, we recognize that every business has unique packaging needs. That's why we offer a wide variety of customization options to cater to your specific requirements.

Box Styles:

Tuck Top Boxes: These classic boxes are perfect for a variety of products, offering a secure closure and ease of opening.

Mailer Boxes: Ideal for e-commerce businesses, these sturdy boxes provide excellent protection during shipping and often come with self-sealing closures for convenience.

Window Boxes: Showcase your product visually with these boxes featuring transparent windows, enticing customers without compromising on protection.

Rigid Boxes: Opt for a premium experience with high-quality, sturdy rigid boxes that are perfect for luxury brands or special edition products.

Customization Options:

Size and Shape: We offer a wide range of standard sizes or the option to create custom dimensions to perfectly fit your product.

Material: Choose from various sustainable and durable materials like recycled cardboard, kraft paper, or premium boxboard.

Printing: Full-color printing allows you to personalize your display boxes with your logo, brand colors, and marketing messages.

Finishing Touches: Elevate your packaging with special finishes like gloss or matte lamination, embossing, debossing, or foil stamping.

The Buy Retail Boxes Advantage

Partnering with Buy Retail Boxes for your custom product box needs offers several advantages:

Experienced Team: Our team of packaging specialists is here to guide you through the entire process, from design consultation to production.

High-Quality Materials: We use only the finest materials and printing processes to ensure your boxes are both visually stunning and structurally sound.

Competitive Pricing: We offer competitive pricing and volume discounts to fit your budget needs.

Fast Turnaround Times: We understand the importance of timeliness. We strive to deliver your custom boxes quickly and efficiently.

Get Started with Custom Product Boxes Today

Ready to elevate your brand experience with custom product boxes? Contact Buy Retail Boxes today. We'll work closely with you to understand your specific needs and create packaging solutions that not only protect your products but also make a lasting impression on your customers.

Visit our website or contact us for a free quote and let us help you take your brand to the next level!

Additional Tips for Creating Effective Custom Product Boxes:

Focus on clarity and legibility: Ensure your logo, branding elements, and text are clear and easy to read, even on smaller boxes.

Choose high-quality images: If using product images on your boxes, use high-resolution photos that showcase your product in its best light.

Consider the sustainability factor: Opt for eco-friendly materials and printing processes whenever possible to align with customer preferences and environmental responsibility.

By investing in well-designed and customized product boxes, you can create a powerful brand experience that sets you apart from the competition and drives customer engagement.

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Folding Cartons Market Is Predicted to See Long-term Growth Over the Forecast Period 2023-2030

Folding cartons are paperboard-based packaging materials that are folded and assembled to create a box-like structure. They are widely used for packaging various consumer goods, including food and beverages, personal care products, pharmaceuticals, and more. Folding cartons provide protection, convenience, and branding opportunities for products.

Key Features of Folding Cartons:

Material: Folding cartons are typically made from paperboard, which is a lightweight and versatile material. Foldability: They can be easily folded and assembled into various shapes and sizes, providing flexibility in packaging design. Printing and Finishing: Folding cartons offer excellent printing capabilities, allowing for high-quality graphics, branding elements, and product information. They can be further enhanced with finishes like gloss or matte coatings, embossing, foiling, and more. Structural Strength: Folding cartons are designed to provide adequate structural strength to protect the contents during transportation and storage. Sustainability: Many folding cartons are made from recyclable and renewable materials, making them an eco-friendly packaging choice.

Market Overview:

The folding cartons market has experienced steady growth due to several factors:

• Increasing Consumer Goods Demand: The rising consumption of various consumer goods, especially in the food and beverage sector, has fueled the demand for folding cartons. • Branding and Marketing Opportunities: Folding cartons offer ample space for branding, product information, and promotional messages, making them an effective marketing tool for companies. • Convenience and Shelf Appeal: Folding cartons are easy to handle and open, providing convenience to consumers. Additionally, their attractive appearance on store shelves can significantly influence purchase decisions. • Regulatory Compliance: Folding cartons meet stringent regulatory requirements for food safety and product labeling, making them a preferred choice for manufacturers.

Market Segmentation:

The folding cartons market can be segmented based on various factors:

Material Type: Paperboard, including solid bleached sulfate (SBS), coated unbleached kraft (CUK), and others. End-use Industry: Food and beverages, pharmaceuticals, personal care products, household goods, electronics, and more. Style and Design: Straight tuck end (STE), reverse tuck end (RTE), seal end (SE), gable-top, and more. Printing Technology: Flexography, lithography, digital printing, and gravure printing.

Key Market Players:

Several companies operate in the folding cartons market, including:

WestRock Company International Paper Company Graphic Packaging Holding Company Amcor plc Huhtamaki Oyj Smurfit Kappa Group DS Smith Plc Mondi Group Mayr-Melnhof Karton AG Sonoco Products Company

Trends and Innovations:

The folding cartons market has witnessed various trends and innovations, including:

• Smart Packaging: Integration of technologies like QR codes, RFID, and NFC to provide interactive and trackable features for consumers and supply chain management. • Sustainable Solutions: Increasing focus on recyclable and biodegradable materials, as well as improved manufacturing processes to reduce environmental impact. • Customization and Personalization: Advanced printing capabilities enable unique designs and targeted marketing messages tailored to specific consumer segments. • Convenience Enhancements: Innovations such as easy-open features, resealable closures, and portion-control designs to enhance consumer convenience. • E-commerce Packaging: Development of folding cartons specifically designed for the growing e-commerce sector, ensuring product protection during shipping.

Conclusion: The folding cartons market continues to grow due to its versatility, branding potential, and sustainability. As consumer preferences evolve, the industry strives to provide innovative and environmentally friendly solutions. By staying abreast of market trends and investing in research and development, folding carton manufacturers can meet the changing demands of various industries and continue to thrive in the market.

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1. Durable and Lightweight Eyeliner Packaging

The eyeliner is kept in a purse since it is typically used throughout the day. Therefore, the lightweight eyeliner packaging for your eyeliner must be small, manageable, and durable. You'll want a sturdy box with a glossy appearance that won't tear or stain.

At Packaging Mania, we utilise premium paperboards that come in a range of thicknesses and have many finishes.

What components can you add?

• Coatings with a matte, glossy, or soft-touch surface;

• Tuck boxes (normal or reverse);

• Tuck top packages; 

• Cut-out boxes, inserts, and handles;

• Printing on the interior and exterior;

• Paperboard that is white, brown kraft, or metalized;

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Cost-Effective Features for Kraft Tuck Top Boxes

Packaging has become the most necessary aspect of any company. Business is designing many packaging strategies with the help of custom boxes suppliers to make the best marketing strategy to make their package valuable. When it comes to cosmetic and food product packaging, it is a crucial task for customers to select one unique brand when there is a lot of diversity in the market. As there are many packaging options out there but no one can replace Kraft tuck top boxes due to their uniqueness and diversity.

Importance of the First Impression:

We all know the proverb the first impression is the last, so the Kraft boxes are best to put the brand on top. According to branding researches, it is clear that a brand has only 20 seconds to attract the customer's attraction, and custom boxes suppliers are putting their best to make the packaging gorgeous. In every brand, the packaging is being categories intro to various classifications, and each has different options for customers. If the presentation and packaging are not good, there is a lot of chance that the quality of your product leaves no impression on buyers. The beautifully design Kraft boxes are well enough to fulfill the expectations of the buyers.

Trendy Custom Packaging Styles:

The custom product trend has a significant influence on buyers mind from last many years. The Kraft tuck top boxes are in use for different items like

Shoes

Cloths

Bags

Watches

Electronic gadgets

The innovative and increase advancement in technology greatly help the custom boxes suppliers to get success in the packaging market. Instead of going with ready- custom made boxes which are mostly in use for shipping, the companies are paying attention to affect the packaging companies with gorgeous Kraft boxes for packing different items.

The Modern Era of Kraft Boxes:

Business companies are using tradition and unique custom packaging boxes for their products. But with the development of technology and business growth, the startup companies should go with distinctive Kraft tuck top boxes for their creations if they want to be on top. If you just started your brand, custom boxes suppliers will help you a lot to make the brand gain specified place in the packaging market. You can select variation in packaging styles and designs of Kraft boxes to make your brand antique. The traditional packaging processes, along with different designing tips, follow some attractive features.

Enhances functionality

Stylish and gorgeous designs

Promotional purposes

Uniqueness

Kraft boxes are avenue which allows the cosmetic brands to be on the top of the brands. Success depends upon experimentation, and the brand uniqueness depends upon vivid designs. Once a customer becomes a fan of your Kraft boxes, they can easily recognize your package where ever they go for shopping.

The Cost of Effective Marketing Solutions:

Custom boxes and Kraft tuck top boxes are the best and ultimate packaging solutions. The best things about such packages are they minimize the cost, and maximize the profits to gain economic sales. The use of custom Kraft boxes is the best thing to present your products beautifully if you are in the process of success. The beautiful packaging gives exposure to the brand in the market. It is helpful to build the trust of more audience and to connect with more buyers.

Kraft Boxes Offer Supreme Quality Packaging:

The Kraft and corrugated material are best for packaging the products. The material is chosen after selecting the size and type of work. The Kraft boxes are best to give a high-quality packaging solution to the product. The best feature of these boxes is they are durable, safe and robust as well as Eco-friendly. These boxes come in several shapes like

Modern sleeve

Oval

Square

Rectangle

Pillow

Tuck end shape

Reverse tuck end shape

You can use aqueous coating, matte and UV spot to make a perfect and robust customized packaging for any product.