#Overhead Conveyors

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Overhead Conveyors Manufacturer

Laxmi Conveyor System is a renowned manufacturer of high-quality Overhead Conveyor, designed to streamline material handling processes across various industries. We design and develop overhead conveyors that are efficient, economical and very user-friendly. The conveyor system comes with different wheel configurations, and can be useful for different industries as their efficient load handling application. These overhead conveyors are designed to move on the ceiling tracks and can process a variety of loads. 

Since 2007, Laxmi Conveyors has been a leader in boosting productivity and efficiency in manufacturing operations and distribution centers around the world. As a provider of overhead conveyor, we offer durable, high-quality solutions designed to meet specific operational needs.

An overhead conveyor is an elevated system, but it is not belt driven. Instead, thin chains are used to move suspended trolleys holding items. The conveyor chain transports the materials from one place to another in a loop. Overhead conveyors are particularly useful in industries such as automotive, food processing, textiles, and electronics, where precision and speed are essential.

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What is an overhead conveyor?

An overhead conveyor is an advanced material handling system widely used across industries to transport items from one location to another. Unlike traditional conveyors, it utilizes an overhead track to move products, saving floor space and increasing operational efficiency. Overhead conveyors can handle materials, including boxes, garments, automotive parts, and more. Read more: https://www.arsaiconveyor.com/

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Overhead Conveyor System for Industries

Revolutionizing Material Handling with Overhead Conveyors by ArSai Conve Systems

Material handling is a critical component of modern industries, and overhead conveyors are a game-changing solution in this space. ArSai Conve Systems is a leading provider of innovative overhead conveyor systems, empowering businesses to optimize operations, enhance productivity, and ensure workplace safety. With a commitment to quality and innovation, ArSai Conve Systems is setting new standards in the material handling industry.

The Role of Overhead Conveyors

Overhead conveyors are designed to transport materials efficiently by utilizing the space above ground. They provide a seamless way to move products through various stages of production or distribution, ensuring a smooth workflow and minimizing floor congestion.

Why Choose ArSai Conve Systems for Overhead Conveyors?

ArSai Conve Systems is a trusted name in the field of conveyor solutions. Here’s what sets their overhead conveyors apart:

1. Innovative Design

ArSai’s overhead conveyors are engineered with precision, ensuring robust performance and adaptability to diverse industrial needs. Their designs are not only functional but also energy-efficient and user-friendly.

2. Customizable Solutions

Understanding that every business has unique requirements, ArSai offers tailored conveyor systems. From layout design to operational features, their solutions can be customized to fit specific applications.

3. Durability and Reliability

Built with high-grade materials, ArSai’s overhead conveyors are designed to withstand heavy loads and challenging conditions, ensuring long-term reliability and minimal maintenance costs.

4. Safety Features

Safety is a top priority at ArSai Conve Systems. Their overhead conveyors are equipped with advanced safety features to protect both the workforce and the transported materials.

5. Cost Efficiency

By maximizing space utilization and minimizing manual labor, ArSai’s solutions offer significant cost savings for businesses.

Applications of Overhead Conveyors

ArSai Conve Systems’ overhead conveyors are versatile and find applications across a range of industries:

Automotive Industry: Streamlining the assembly line by moving parts efficiently.

Food and Beverage: Ensuring hygienic and efficient transportation of goods.

Textile and Garment: Facilitating smooth handling of materials in production and packaging.

Warehousing and Logistics: Optimizing space and enhancing order fulfillment processes.

E-Waste Management: Providing efficient solutions for sorting and transporting recyclable materials.

The ArSai Advantage

Partnering with ArSai Conve Systems for overhead conveyors comes with several benefits:

Enhanced Productivity: Streamline processes and improve throughput.

Space Optimization: Maximize floor space by utilizing overhead areas.

Rduced Manual Labor: Automate material handling tasks, reducing labor costs.

Improved Workflow: Ensure smooth movement of materials across different operational stages.

Looking Ahead

As industries continue to evolve, the demand for efficient and sustainable material handling solutions will grow. ArSai Conve Systems is dedicated to staying ahead of the curve, delivering innovative overhead conveyors that meet the dynamic needs of modern businesses.

Contact ArSai Conve Systems Today

If you’re looking to revolutionize your material handling operations, ArSai Conve Systems has the expertise and solutions to make it happen. Invest in their state-of-the-art overhead conveyors and experience the benefits of innovation, efficiency, and reliability.

Website: https://www.arsaiconveyor.com/overhead-conveyors/

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Overhead Conveyor Manufacturer

Are you looking for Overhead Conveyors Manufacturer in India? ArSai Conveyor Systems Pvt. Ltd. is a leading manufacturer and supplier of high-quality overhead conveyors in India. Designed for efficiency, durability, and optimized space utilization, their conveyors cater to diverse industries, including automotive, packaging, and warehousing. ArSai ensures reliable performance, innovative designs, and customizable solutions to meet specific material handling requirements. For more information contact us@+91–98117 72712

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We are trusted power and free conveyor manufacturers, offering advanced power and free conveyor systems for flexible and efficient material handling. Our overhead and inverted power and free conveyors ensure precise control, accumulation, and routing of loads. Ideal for complex production setups, each power and free overhead conveyor is designed for adaptability, supporting scalable manufacturing needs with reliable performance and streamlined integration.

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Hanging System Painting Line

The Hanging System Painting Line is an automated production line for spraying the surface of central air-conditioning shells and tubes. The hanging system ensures that the workpiece can move smoothly during the spraying process, ensuring the uniformity and quality of the spraying. The automated hanging spraying line can operate continuously, greatly improving production efficiency. It is widely used in central air-conditioning manufacturers, refrigeration equipment manufacturers and other fields. #factory #oem #odm #fyp #coatingline #paintingline #sprayingline #homeappliance coating line

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Puddle

For @loojii and her OC Saskia. Crossposted on AO3.

Floyd hated supply runs. They were so boring and pointless. Not if you were Azul of course.

“But why do I have to go??” Floyd whined. “Get one of the anemones to do it!”

“Because, Floyd,” Azul sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, pushing up his glasses in the process. “All of the available contractors are busy helping in the Lounge. Some have called out sick or are studying for tests. And yes, I checked Floyd. Don’t pout at me!”

Floyd puffed out his cheeks in annoyance. “Why can’t Jade do it? Or get Shrimpy to do it.”

Jade chuckled, clearly enjoying this little scene in front of him. “Because I am helping Azul with the books. And we did ask Yuu, but they were busy helping Heartslabyul with preparing for an upcoming Unbirthday Party. Apparently Riddle has invited a little friend, or so I’ve heard.”

Floyd continued to pout. Jade smiled and continued, “Or I could do the supply run and you could help Azul with the books.” He offered with a smile.

Floyd’s face immediately twisted into one of disgust. “No way.”

“Then you can do the supply run,” Azul said. “Since you are currently not busy at the moment.” Azul gestured to the pile of papers on his desk with his hand. Jade held out the shopping list to him with a smile.

Floyd scowled before ripping the list out his brother’s hand and stomping out of Azul’s office. The other two watched him leave before turning back to the desk.

“Do you think he’ll get everything on the list?” Jade asked with a smile.

Azul sighed. “Who knows? He’s one of his moods after all. Now, hand me the quarterly statement for the lounge. I want to finish that before we continue reviewing the dorm’s budget. I would like to finish it before the next meeting.”

Jade smiled. “Of course.” And began shifting through the paperwork.

Floyd continued to scowl as he made his way into town.

Stupid Jade. Stupid Azul. Stupid anemones. Stupid Shrimpy. Stupid supply run.

He angrily kicked a nearby trashcan before stopping in front of a store and glaring at the sign.

Sage Island Grocer. Family owned since 1800.

Floyd scowled up at the sign. Stupid grocery store. He pushed the glass doors open with a ding coming from the little bell at the top of it. The inside of the store wasn’t too different from any grocery store. The dim lights overhead hummed softly while cheesy music played. Aisles of food and other products lined up in perfect rows filled with customers shopping and staff restocking shelves from one end to the other.

Floyd grabbed a cart and began to walk down the aisles, throwing whatever he could get his hands on into it. He got a few odd looks from other shoppers and a few staff, but the scowl on his face stopped anyone from approaching him.

Finally, he was satisfied with what he had collected and moved to the front of the store. He got into one of the lines and began fiddling with his phone while he waited. He heard the person in front of him exchanging pleasantries with the cashier and the beep of the scanner. After a while, the cashier pushed a few buttons on the register and told the customer the amount. The customer paid, put the bags in their cart, and began rolling away.

“Thank you. Have a nice day,” the cashier said. “Next please.”

Floyd pushed his cart forward and began putting stuff on the conveyor belt. The cashier grabbed the first item and scanned it. Floyd stood there while they, she he noticed, continued scanning. He looked at her name tag. 

‘Saskia’

“That’s an interesting name,” he commented. The cashier looked up at him, her face largely unchanged.

“Thank you,” she said. “It was my great-grandmother’s.” And went back to scanning his items.

Floyd studied her. Her face was rather plain, with pale skin, mousy brown hair tied back into a low ponytail and matching eyes. She wore the standard store uniform, a white polo with blue strips, black pants and shoes, and a green apron with the store logo on it.

“Your total $257.25, sir,” she said after a while. Floyd snapped out the trance he was in and dug around in his pocket before pulling out a Monstro Lounge card and handing it to her.

“Could you send the bill here, or whatever?” he asked.

She gently took it out of his hand and looked at it. “One moment please.” And picked up a nearby phone, punched in a few numbers, and waited quietly for someone to pick up. “Yes, it’s Saskia at register seven. I have a card here for the Monstro Lounge.” A few beats of silence. “Alright. Thank you.” And hung up.

“My manager will take care of that,” she said. “Is there anything else I can help you with today sir?”

Floyd looked at her for a minute before smiling. “I think I’m gonna call you Puddle.”

She blinked up at him a few times before turning back to the register. She punched a few buttons and handed him a copy of the receipt.

“Have a nice day sir,” she said. 

Floyd couldn’t help but smile back. “You too Puddle.” He then took the cart and headed out of the store, feeling much better than when he had come in.

Saskia, or Puddle, watched him leave before turning back to the next customer. “Next please.”

“Floyd is acting strange,” Azul said. Jade looked up from the paper he was writing on and looked up at Azul.

Back at Night Raven College, Azul reamed Floyd for getting unnecessary items and wasting the Lounge’s budget.

“Whatever do you mean?” he asked

Azul scoffed. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed? Floyd is offering to do supply runs. Offering! Have you ever heard of him offering to do something?”

Jade looked thoughtful for a moment. “Now that you mention it, I don’t think I ever had. How odd, even for him.”

Azul stood up and slapped his desk. “Exactly! It could only mean that Floyd is slacking off or-”

“Or something has gotten his attention,” Jade finished for him. Azul nodded. 

The two looked at each before the taller one stood up. “Do you want to investigate?” Jade asked.

“Of course! I need to figure out why Floyd is wasting the Lounge’s budget on unnecessary items! He bought a scented candle last time! A scented candle! And the scent wasn’t even pleasant!”

Jade chuckled. “Maybe to you, but one of the dorm members liked it well enough.”

Azul scoffed. “I will never understand why humans are so obsessed with everything smelling good.”

Jade just chuckled. “Well then, shall we?” he asked, opening the office door. Azul straightened his tie and walked out.

“Yes, we shall.”

Azul and Jade found Floyd in the twin’s dorm room, fiddling around on his phone. He looked up at them when the door opened.

“Oh hey there. What’s up?”

“What’s up?” Azul asked. “What’s up? What’s up is that you are going on supply runs and getting unnecessary items! Therefore wasting the Lounge’s budget!”

Floyd blinked up at him. “So?”

Azul looked like he was about to have an aneurysm when Jade stepped in.

“Floyd, I’m sure you know how seriously Azul takes the Lounge. We just don’t have to cut back on anyone’s pay check or stop plans for the Lounge due to bad spending.”

Floyd looked at his brother and Azul for a minute before getting off his bed. “Ok, you two can come with me.”

Azul blinked. “Where?” He asked cautiously. Floyd just smiled.

“Isn’t this the local grocery store?” Jade asked when they arrived at their destination.

“On a supply run of course.” Azul and Jade exchanged glances before nodding, following Floyd out of the room.

Floyd continued to smile. “Yep.”

Azul adjusted his glasses. “I sincerely hope you are being serious right now.”

Floyd looked offended. “Of course I am. When am I not?” Azul and Jade just exchanged more looks and turned back to Floyd.

“Well then Floyd,” Jade gestured to the store. “Lead the way.”

They didn’t go very far, as Floyd immediately beelined for one of the registers.

“Heeey Puddle~ Did you miss me?” 

Azul looked scandalized. “P-puddle?” he asked.

The girl, Puddle, looked up at him. “Welcome back sir.” Her face was largely unreadable and her voice was monotone.

“Hey Puddle, this is my brother I was telling you about. And Azul.” he said, gesturing to the two of them.

Puddle looked at them and nodded. “I’m Saskia.”

Jade looked between the two and smiled. “Ah, this makes sense.”

Azul looked at him. “Explain.” Jade just chuckled.

“It’s simple. Floyd is drawn to extremes, yes? If someone’s lively, he wants to drag them down. If they’re strong, he wants to break them. But when someone is completely neutral, like Miss Saskia, he finds it endlessly fascinating.”

Azul looked shocked for a moment before speaking. “You mean to tell me… he’s obsessed with her because she’s boring?!”

Jade smirked. “Maybe to you and others, but to Floyd, she is an endless source of entertainment. Someone who is none of the things I mentioned before and is just simply living day to day is interesting to him.”

Azul turned back to where Floyd was with Saskia. Floyd seemed to be carrying a one way conversation with her as she continued with her job, scanning items and bagging them, nodding along with whatever he was saying. The customer she was with seemed uneasy but didn’t say anything.

Azul just shook his head and straightened his tie. “Well, we’re here. May as well thank the store owner for being a loyal partner to the Monstro Lounge these last two years.” He turned to the closest employee and handed them his business card.

“Of course,” Jade said, and followed Azul and the employee to the back of the store, leaving Floyd and Saskia behind. If Floyd ever noticed, he didn’t say.

“Bye Puddle~ I’ll be back soon!” he called as Jade dragged him out when they were done.

Saskia didn’t say anything, but did wave as they left.

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Overhead Conveyor Manufacturer

An overhead conveyor is a highly efficient material handling system used to transport products or components above the work area, optimizing floor space and improving workflow in industrial environments. These conveyors are ideal for assembly lines, painting booths, packaging units, and warehouse operations where continuous movement and clear floor space are essential. Overhead conveyors operate using trolleys suspended from an overhead track and are typically powered by chains or motors for automated, consistent movement.

One of the leading manufacturers in this field is Laxmi Conveyor System, a trusted name known for delivering high-quality, durable, and customizable conveyor solutions. Based in India, Laxmi Conveyor System offers a wide range of overhead conveyor models suitable for light-duty to heavy-duty industrial applications. Their systems are built using robust materials to withstand tough operational conditions and are designed with flexibility to accommodate curves, inclines, and complex layouts.

Laxmi Conveyor System also integrates modern automation features such as sensors, control panels, and variable speed drives to meet diverse industry requirements. Their commitment to quality, timely delivery, and customer support makes them a preferred choice across sectors like automotive, food processing, and general manufacturing. With tailored designs and advanced engineering, they help industries streamline operations and boost productivity.

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Overhead Conveyor

Are you looking for Overhead Conveyor Manufacturer and Supplier in India? ArSai Conveyor Systems Pvt. Ltd. is a prominent manufacturer and supplier of high-quality overhead conveyors in India. Specializing in efficient material handling solutions, they offer a range of overhead conveyor systems designed for optimal performance in various industrial settings. Their products are known for their durability, flexibility, and ease of installation, making them ideal for industries such as automotive, manufacturing, and warehousing. With a commitment to innovation and customer satisfaction, ArSai Conveyor Systems ensures that their overhead conveyors meet the highest standards of quality and reliability, catering to the unique needs of each client. For more details Contact us@ +91-9811772712

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ive tried to get caught in the escelator about a hundred times, it won't ever eat you okay ? it sucks at doing that. chill out, you should try working at a factory for like one single day, youd piss yourself and while gripped by fear and the sensation of wet warmth, an overhead conveyor belt would snatch you by your hair and snap your fuckin neck, exquisitely. i would reminisce about it for years, laughing, and slapping my knees, both of them

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Overhead Conveyor

ArSai Conveyor Systems Pvt. Ltd. is a leading manufacturer and supplier of overhead conveyors in India. With a strong focus on innovation and quality, the company offers a wide range of conveyor solutions tailored to meet the diverse needs of industries such as automotive, material handling, and packaging. ArSai's overhead conveyor systems are known for their durability, efficiency, and seamless performance. The company ensures high standards of design, engineering, and installation, helping businesses improve productivity and streamline their operations. ArSai Conveyor Systems is committed to providing reliable and cost-effective conveyor solutions across India. For more details contact us@+91-9811772712, +91-9810773412 Web:- https://www.arsaiconveyor.com/overhead-conveyors/

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Revolutionizing Apparel Production with Custom Manufacturing Clothing Conveyors

In the ever-evolving apparel industry, efficiency, scalability, and precision are paramount. Traditional manual handling methods are increasingly being replaced by automated systems that streamline operations and reduce human error. One such innovation is the Custom Manufacturing Clothing Conveyor, a tailored solution designed to meet the unique needs of garment production facilities. For more information please visit: https://tinyurl.com/2d6ypsas

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gideon with baby fever omg he sees a cute baby in public and is like… babe… ;)

Gideon stands behind the cart in the checkout line, hands loosely on the handle, body leaning just enough to let you hover over the groceries with your usual muttered intensity.

You’re reading through your crumpled list for the third time, whisper-counting off ingredients like the fate of the world depends on whether or not you grabbed thyme. Your eyebrows furrow. Gideon doesn’t interrupt.

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, glancing around the store absently. Fluorescent lights hum overhead. A toddler shrieks somewhere in produce. He scratches at the back of his neck.

Then he notices movement. He turns slightly, gaze catching on a baby in the cart ahead of you, sitting propped in that little padded seat with a pacifier half-falling out of its mouth. Big, round eyes blink up at him. A soft, mashed face lights up with slow, dawning recognition, like Gideon just walked onstage at a show he didn’t know he was performing in.

Gideon blinks. Then he smiles. Tentative, small. A little curve of his lips and the barest lift of his hand in a wave.

The baby gasps. Actually gasps. Then squeals in delight, high-pitched and crackling, like his whole being short-circuited from joy. His chubby fist rises and flails. The wave is chaotic, all wrist and fat fingers, the kind of uncoordinated motion that says I have no idea how my arms work but I must communicate with you.

Gideon grins, a little caught off guard, and waves again, slightly more exaggerated this time. The baby kicks both feet in response, like he’s trying to blast off from the cart. His parent smiles at Gideon, placing more things on the conveyor belt.

You glance up, wondering what the commotion is about, just in time to see Gideon and the baby locked in a silent, joyful loop of mutual admiration.

You elbow him lightly, whispering, “You making friends again?”

He shrugs, still smiling, eyes twinkling. “He started it.”

And the baby shrieks with glee like that’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard.

Gideon’s quiet on the ride home. Not more than usual, but you know that look. One hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh, eyes straight ahead but distant, like he’s staring through the windshield and into some private film reel only he can see.

You don’t say anything. You let the music play low, one of those soft, lo-fi playlists he likes when you’re both tired and the sun’s starting to set golden over the parking lot lines and strip mall signs. Your hand brushes his knee when you shift the bag between your feet.

He doesn’t flinch. But he doesn’t speak either.

Because he’s still thinking about the baby.

Not the exact baby. Though that gummy, chubby-cheeked face is still printed somewhere in the soft part of his memory, but about the way that baby looked so undeniably like his parents. The shape of his mother’s chin, the exact curl of his dad’s dark eyelashes, all bundled into one tiny person still trying to figure out how fingers work.

He thinks about that and what you could both have.

About the thought, or more a vision, of a baby with your sparkling eyes, your smile that turns him to jelly every single time you aim it at him without warning. A baby who kicks their feet and squeals like that just because he looked their way. A baby with your gentle heart, your laugh when you're trying not to, your fierce little loyalty that’s held his hand even when he didn’t know he needed it.

It unlocks something. Like a door inside his chest swinging wide, creaking open after years of staying shut.

He sees it so clearly now. Little ones crawling over your shared bed, dragging blankets and stuffed animals in their wake. The pitter-patter of feet across hardwood, echoing in the morning as they tumble into the kitchen, demanding pancakes. The soft hush of you singing to someone smaller than both of you, cradled against your chest. You, holding their tiny hand as they waddle across the backyard. Him reading from a picture book and doing the voices because it makes them laugh so hard they fall over. He sees Christmas mornings, your eyes glowing even brighter than the lights on the tree. He sees himself sitting crisscross on the floor, a toddler in his lap, another leaning into your side, wrapping paper everywhere, and the smell of cinnamon in the air.

And you. Always you.

He pulls into the driveway a few minutes later than usual, like he meant to slow down. Like he didn’t want the thought to end.

You shift beside him, unclicking your seatbelt, and glance over. “You good?”

Gideon nods. Slow. Thoughtful. “Yeah,” he says softly.

You give him a look. "Okay."

The engine ticks as it cools, and the two of you start unloading the groceries. The sun’s lower now, brushing everything in warm amber, and you’re muttering about how the bagger crushed the bread again. Gideon takes two full paper bags without complaint, holding them with practiced ease.

He closes the trunk with a gentle thunk, and you walk ahead, keys jingling in your hand. He watches you for half a second. He sighs internally at your hair lit gold by the fading light, shoulders swaying as you shift the lighter bag from one arm to the other, and he thinks, not for the first time, God, I love her.

But now that door’s open.

Now he’s thinking, someday we won’t be carrying these in alone. Someday there’ll be little sneakers on this driveway, chasing after us to help. Clumsy hands grabbing a cereal box and dropping it, tiny voices insisting I got it, I got it! even when they don’t. You, laughing on the porch, holding the door open while someone proudly carts in exactly one bag of goldfish crackers they cried over in the aisle and nothing else.

He adjusts his grip on the paper bags and smiles to himself. A quiet, private smile no one would notice unless they were looking for it. And then he walks inside, right behind you, right into a future he never thought he could want so badly.

It comes later. After dinner, after the dishes, after the soft lull of the evening settles over the house like a blanket. You're curled on the couch with your legs draped over his lap, still barefoot from kicking off your shoes the moment you got inside. He’s absentmindedly rubbing his thumb along your ankle, eyes on the TV that neither of you are really watching.

You’re half-asleep, fingers tangled in the hem of your hoodie, when he shifts just enough to glance at you. "Can I ask you something?"

Your eyes open slowly, sleep still clinging to your lashes. You hum, letting him know you're listening.

He looks down at where his hand rests on your leg, fingers flexing once like he’s working up to something. Then he looks at you again, steady this time. "What do you think about having kids?"

The question lands softly. Not dropped like a bomb. Not a test or a trap. Just something he’s been holding gently all day, waiting for the right moment to give it shape. You sit up a little, just enough to see him clearly. His expression is unreadable but not cold. He looks thoughtful. Vulnerable in the way he only gets when something really matters.

You blink at him, lips parting. "Where's that coming from?"

He shrugs, eyes flicking away, like he wasn’t sure he’d get this far. "That baby at the store. Got me thinking. About us. About... all of it." He pauses.

You’re quiet. Not because you don’t have anything to say, but because you want to say it right. “I’ve thought about it,” you admit. “Not all the time, but... sometimes.”

He nods, encouraging you to go on.

“I think I’d want that life. Eventually. When it feels right. With the right person.” You give him a meaningful look, soft and sure. “And I think I already found that part.”

His hand tightens around your leg, just slightly. Like your words anchored him.

You lean your head against the back of the couch, watching him. “What about you? You never really talked about it before.”

He hesitates. His jaw works like he’s chewing over the words.

“I didn’t think it was for me,” he says. “Not because I didn’t want it. More like... I didn’t think I could do it. Be a dad. I used to think I’d mess it up, or disappear, or pass on all the worst parts of me without meaning to.”

You reach for his hand. He lets you take it, lets you run your fingers over the calluses on his knuckles.

"But today, when I saw that kid," he says, voice lower now, almost hesitant, "and then looked at you... I don’t know. Something shifted. I thought about little feet in the house. Messy cereal bowls. Someone who looks like you laughing in the hallway. And it didn’t scare me.”

You squeeze his hand, grounding him.

“It felt good,” he adds. “Like maybe I could do it, if it was with you.”

The room is silent except for the buzz of the TV and the rhythm of your breathing. You shift so you’re closer, knees tucked beside him now, your hand still in his.

“I think you’d be a good dad,” you say. “Kind of annoying sometimes, definitely dramatic, but good. And patient. And loving.”

He huffs a laugh, looking down. There’s something glossy in his eyes, but he doesn’t try to hide it.

“We don’t have to rush,” you add. “There’s time. But if you’re asking if I see that with you... I do. I really do.”

He leans forward, forehead resting against yours, the kind of closeness that doesn’t need anything else.

Your words settle between you like a spark landing on dry kindling, soft at first—but then his fingers tighten on your leg, not enough to hurt, just enough that your breath catches a little. His thumb strokes slow and deliberate now, the kind of touch that makes your skin prickle with awareness.

He leans in and kisses you. Deeper than usual. Hungrier. The kind of kiss that speaks in heat and quiet promises. His hand trails higher, palm warm against your thigh as he pulls you closer, until you’re practically in his lap.

You break the kiss just barely, breath hitching against his mouth. “What’s gotten into you?”

He doesn’t smile, not in the usual way. It’s something darker, smoldering in his eyes as he rests his forehead against yours.

“We can talk about timing later,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “But for now…”

His hands slide to your hips, dragging you more firmly against him. His mouth grazes your jaw, then your neck, trailing heat in every breath. “For now we can practice.”

You let out a soft laugh that turns into a sigh as he kisses just below your ear. “Practice, huh?”

“Mmhmm.” He kisses lower, his hands slipping under the hem of your shirt like he’s already mapped this territory but wants to relearn every inch. “Gotta make sure we’re good at it.”

You tilt your head back, giving him more space, and he takes it gladly, teeth brushing your collarbone before soothing the spot with his tongue. His hands are firmer now, greedy, like the thought of you carrying a piece of him awakened something deeper. Some instinct to claim, to worship, to make you his in every way.

“Seems important,” you tease, breathless now.

He hums, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes are dark, his lips pink from kissing. “It is.”

And then he kisses you again, deep and slow and endless, like he has all the time in the world to prove it.

[planet-mabel]

book thief - niall horan

an: hellooo!!!! i was reading at the beach and could not get this idea out of my head so HERE WE ARE!! i hope you enjoy :) I'm cooking up part two right now

summary: a trip to bora bora leads to bumping into niall horan by the pool and accidentally swapping books!

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what i was listening to:

As I disembark from the plane, weary from the long flight and craving a good meal, I step into the Bora Bora airport. I've treated myself to a solo stay at a delightful resort here for the week, and the anticipation of this moment has been a beacon of joy during my busy days back in NYC. I yearn for some well-deserved relaxation, as the incessant bustle of New York's streets and blaring car horns can be overwhelming at times. As I make my way towards the baggage claim area, I take a moment to savor the view from the airport windows. Though it's just a glimpse, I can see fragments of swaying palm trees, and a sense of tranquility washes over me. Leaning against the baggage trolley, I pause, eagerly awaiting the familiar "beep" that signals the arrival of our luggage.

I catch sight of my obnoxious purple suitcase as it comes around the conveyor belt and quickly snatch it before heading over to the shuttle bus waiting to take me to the resort. After stowing my suitcase in the overhead compartment, I sink into the luxurious seat on the bus. While waiting for the other passengers to board, I take a moment to text my friends and family to let them know I've arrived. The bus engine roars to life as we set off down the road. I glance up from my phone and out of the window, cranking up the music in my headphones. I take in the beautiful scenery as we wind our way toward the resort. Looking around at my fellow passengers, I notice that they are all families and couples. A faint feeling of loneliness creeps in as I realize I'm traveling alone.

I let out a deep sigh, gazing out of the window at the serene, azure skies and the gentle, rhythmic dance of the palm trees swaying in the breeze, attempting to distract myself from the overwhelming sense of isolation.

As the shuttle comes to a stop at the resort, the passengers begin to disembark, and I patiently wait for my turn. Once off the shuttle, I make my way to the front desk with my bags, eagerly anticipating some rest and relaxation in my room. I provide my name and reservation to the woman at the front desk, and the concierge swiftly arranges for my bags to be taken up to my room. The humidity of the Polynesian air causes my t-shirt to cling to my skin as I wait. 

While the woman prepares my room key, I glance at a man nearby who is also checking in. His accent intrigues me, and I find myself admiring his appearance. I'm momentarily lost in thought until the woman's clearing of her throat brings me back to the present. After receiving the room key, I exchange a tight smile with the woman and mutter a quiet 'thank you.' As I head towards the elevator, I briefly meet the man's gaze before pressing the button and entering the elevator. I select the third floor, my hand tightening around the room key as the elevator ascends.

I stumble into my room, weary from the day's travel, and collapse onto the plush duvet covering the bed. Propping myself up on my elbows, I take in the surroundings. The TV faces the foot of the bed, and a familiar mini fridge rests beneath it. To the side, a closet is built into the wall, and opposite that, a sleek desk catches my eye. Across from the entrance, a sliding glass door beckons me to venture out onto the petite balcony. I rise to my feet and make my way to the small mezzanine, stepping outside to be embraced by a balmy breeze and a mesmerizing vista. I pause, closing my eyes, letting the scenery wash over me.

After re-entering the room, I gently closed the door and made my way to the luxurious en suite bathroom. I marveled at the elegant plumbing and the spacious, extravagant shower. I couldn't help but let out a whistle of admiration, feeling impressed by the lavish amenities, almost forgetting that I had only booked this place for a week but paid the equivalent of a month's rent.

I let out a contented sigh and realized that I deserved to unwind by the pool for the rest of the day. Without bothering to unpack, I quickly slip into the first bikini I lay my eyes on - a vibrant, eye-catching pink one. After ensuring that I'm thoroughly coated in sunscreen and throwing on a comfortable t-shirt for extra coverage, I grab my purse and the book I've been meaning to read. As I make my way out, I return to the elevator and descend back down to the lobby.

I hurry downstairs and make a beeline for the pool, scanning for an unoccupied, plush reclining chair. As soon as I find one, I eagerly lay down my belongings beside it, exhaling contentedly. After slipping on my sunglasses and discarding my t-shirt, I settle back, flipping through the pages of my book to pick up where I left off during the plane ride. The book in my hands is 'Violet Bent Backwards over the Grass' by Lana Del Rey. It may seem a bit unexpected for a beach trip, but I have a fondness for poetry and adore Lana Del Rey, so I thought it was worth a chance. Immersing myself back into the pages, I lose track of time, captured by the words on the pages.

I slowly rise from my lounge chair, feeling the stickiness on my back from the sun's rays. Deciding it's time to take a break from tanning, I toss my book onto my chair and head towards the glistening pool to cool off. As I settle by the water's edge, I take in the mesmerizing sight of the swirling pool while dipping my toes into the refreshing water. Surprisingly, the area is deserted, giving me the perfect opportunity to submerge myself in the pool. I resurface, gently wiping my eyes before reclining on my back and savoring a tranquil moment, finding relief from the intense heat of the island air.

I emerge from the water, climbing the steps in the shallow end. The droplets slide off my glistening skin as I make my way to my chair. As I approach, I notice a man sitting in the chair next to mine. I recognize him as the guy I saw in the lobby, engrossed in a book. I glance around at the empty seats on the pool deck, wondering why he chose the one next to me, and furrow my brow in mild irritation. Despite my annoyance, I take a moment to study his appearance. His unkempt brown hair and pointed nose catch my attention, as does the way his scruffy stubble complements his deep blue eyes. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I finally reach for my towel. I clear my throat to catch his attention and he looks up from his book, smiling softly. He gestures to the book in his hand and I immediately clock it as ‘Violet Bent Backwards over the Grass', the same one I’m reading. I glance down at my chair in search of my copy, not completely sure he didn’t swipe mine. I clear my throat to capture his attention before speaking.

"Excuse me?" I managed to pipe up, my voice a blend of nervousness and amusement. "I think that might be my book." With my towel wrapped tightly around me, I glanced down at him. He met my gaze and then looked down at the book in his hands before responding.

"Oops, my mistake," he chuckled and handed the book back to me. "I noticed it here and thought someone must have left it behind. The title seemed intriguing." I reclaimed the book and settled back into my chair. "I didn't even realize you were here, geez. If I had known, I wouldn't have sat so close." His over-apologetic tone made me chuckle softly.

"No, it's okay. I'm traveling alone, so I appreciate the company," I assured him, readjusting in my seat. "Have you read it? It's a good book, isn't it?" I say enthusiastically as I glance back at him, thumbing through the pages again. He nods before replying.

"Absolutely! I can't resist a well-crafted poem," he responds with a nod, gesturing toward the book of poems resting on the arm of his lounge chair. I let out a soft chuckle in response. 

"Ah, cool. Nice to meet another poetry enthusiast," I say with a smile before returning my attention to my book. I sense his persistent gaze on me before he speaks again.

"You mentioned you're traveling alone?" he inquires. "So am I." I look up from my book, slightly puzzled. 

"You? Why's that?" I ask, marking my place in the book and placing it on my lap. 

"You first," he counter-challenges. 

I shrug before responding, "Just needed a break. New York can be overwhelming at times, and none of my friends were up for splurging on a vacation," I explain, gesturing dramatically. "So, here I am, flying solo." I give a somewhat forced grin, and he chuckles. 

"Same here," he remarks, leaning back in his beach chair. "You mentioned New York City? Sounds exciting," he comments. I nod slightly.

"Yeah, mostly. How about you?" I inquired, curious to confirm my suspicion about his distinct accent. 

"Dublin," he declares proudly. "Dublin, Ireland." I raise an eyebrow. 

"So that's where the accent comes from," I remark slowly, raising an eyebrow. 

"I don't have an accent; you have an accent," he retorts playfully, feigning a scowl, which elicits a soft giggle from me. He grins at me, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. 

"Well, I should head back to my room. The chlorine always does weird things to my hair," I say with a soft chuckle as I pick up my bag and wrap my towel around my waist. He sits up in his beach chair to look at me.

"Hey, let me buy you a drink later," he suggests, gazing up at me. I take in his shirtless form reclining on the chair in front of me and for a moment, I struggle to find my words.

"Um, well, okay," I say hesitantly before regaining my composure. "Yes, that sounds good." I offer a soft smile, trying to conceal my unease. 

He nods and continues, "I'll see you at eight at the hotel bar." He stands up and I nod in response. 

an"I'll see you, book thief," before giving a small chuckle and walking from the pool deck back into the lobby. As I leisurely make my way back to the door, I hear his quiet laughter echoing behind me. A grin spreads across my face, and in that moment, I feel as lighthearted and carefree as I did in my teenage years.

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