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Short Days, Long Nights: 16

Joel Miller x f!Reader

Series Masterlist

Rating: Mature (some explicit mentions, tense situations, mentions of child starvation)

A/N: this chapter wouldn’t exist without @the-scandalorian and @bageldaddy , period. Literally walking me through it line by line, I could say a lot of really gushy things about them but I’ll refrain…just know, you two, that I could kiss you directly on the mouth. And will, when we meet someday. ❤️

—

A blanket hung to keep her in the shade, the sound of June’s babbling lifts into the air to join the soft give of roots snapping beneath the soil as you pull carrots from the garden. The distant splintering of dried out boards giving way occasionally cracks through the background, Joel grabbing another piece of rotted wood at the base of the shed and tearing it clean off, tossing it over with the rest he’s collected.

Brushing a drip of sweat away from your temple with your dirt-dried hand, you make a face at the gritty path you’ve left behind. 

“You wanna go for a swim?” you coo over at June, her cheeks plumping into a corresponding wet grin when you smile at her. 

Her bottom teeth coming in, drool pools around the carrot she’s gumming and slides down over her chubby grip, the edge of it glistening in her mouth. 

You make faces at her, her dark eyes fixed on your face in bright delight until her attention catches something behind you, and you turn when she starts to crawl towards it. 

“How are my girls doing?”

His shirt ringed with sweat and molded to his body, Joel blocks out the sun when you look up at him. His hand rakes through his dark curls, pushing the wet strands away from his forehead as his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, the pulse in his throat thrumming fast under his flushed skin. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he lifts it to swipe it over his face and your eyes flash down, where even his torso looks wet: the dark hair that collects in a swirl around his belly button to lead down matted and damp. 

He watches with amusement as June crawls over to his boot with unsteady movements, her face set with determination. 

“Hey, baby girl.” His tiredness transforms into something softer when he greets her, his eyes crinkling deeply around the edges. A dimple catching under his beard, he bends to scoop her up from the ground, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I think I got enough over there to do somethin’ with. Definitely enough to board up that broken window in her room this afternoon.”

The glass broke while you were cleaning it: old age and the elements and a warped frame all contributing, and with the mosquitos being thick at night, she’d been sleeping in your room for the time being. 

“I can fix that shelf in the pantry with one of ‘em,” he continues, “and if anything else, save the rest for burnin’ in the winter.”

A rotted shelf in the pantry breaking in half, the chair in the living room finally losing a leg, an area of the deck now off limits: exposed to the elements and after withstanding years of neglect, the cabin was having trouble standing up to the constant wear of its new inhabitants. Joel had been fixing things as they happened, but with a limited supply of resources, the plan to stay infinitely that you both made months ago was starting to fray. 

The garden was going better than you could have expected, but the rest…the rest worried you. Running out of material to cut up and make do with, June’s clothing situation was beyond scarce. With the repetitive washing that everything had to stand up against, it was always fast to fall apart. Lucky that it was summer and so hot that she didn’t really need much, you had started to piece together things for the winter but there was only so much thread you could pull out of things, only so much you could fix and repurpose. 

Joel felt the pinch too, in his own way. Voicing his frustration, he’d tell you how he would repair things if only he had the right materials, recounting to you the actual issue and the thought process behind fixing it. Even reminiscing about the hardware store days of past, he’d mentioned more than once the one right by his house that he liked to visit, the one with free popcorn for Sarah while he browsed. 

With every item that broke and with every growth milestone that June reached, you could feel the encroaching pressure to make a choice: leave this place for the dangerous unknown, or stay and attempt to survive the dangers of isolation. 

Either was a gamble, and so undecided, you kept fixing what you could, with what you had. 

You eye the shed, your eyebrow lifting as you study the now sizable hole in the side. 

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing. I was just thinking about how we don’t really need the shed for anything, so if we need more wood, we can just chop the whole thing down. Right?”

You stand and he nods, using his forearm to swipe at more sweat that’s gathered along his hairline. Streaks of dirt and dust are smeared along the bare skin, and when June reaches out to grab at his face, he catches her hand and gives it a kiss. 

You admire them for a moment: the taut muscle in his forearm underneath her bottom, the collection of gray hairs gathered at the edge of his jaw that she grabs at, his wayward curls that match her own. They smile at each other, her face diving into his chest just above the collar of his shirt, and he laughs, gently tickling her back. 

When he catches you watching him, you think you’d see a faint blush creep over his cheeks if they weren’t flushed from the heat already. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” you smile, turning to lead them down to the water. 

You’re still smiling as he lays her out on the bank to get her undressed, watching his thick fingers brush against her cheeks just to chuckle at the way she chases them with an open mouth. Standing up with a soft groan, he strips down to his underwear.

Bare chested and tanned in front of you, his body is formidable without his clothing. Marred with the scars of survival and so familiar to you by now, he appears even bigger in comparison when he lifts June up. His large hand completely covers her dimpled bottom as they prepare to wade in, and his back facing you, your eyes run appreciatively down the broad slope. 

Feeling your gaze, he smirks, and a glimmer of the confident, teasing Joel that’s been coaxed out of hiding peeks from beneath the surface. “See somethin’ you like?”

“There is something about when you hold her,” you admit. “You look so…big and strong.”

Rising on your tiptoes, you tuck your face into his neck to hide from the slight embarrassment you feel. Finding his sweat salt skin with your mouth, you give him a kiss and he hums in appreciation, the vibration of it felt against your lips when you give him another one. 

“You really like it, huh.” More a smug statement than a question, his expression matches his tone when you pull back to look at him. 

“I do,” you murmur, nosing along the edge of his jaw. “It makes me wanna have all your babies.”

Drunk on the heat of the afternoon sun and on your affection for him, you smile lazily up at him and he grins right back, winding his arm around your waist to keep you close. 

“S’that right,” he murmurs, low and gravely. His voice slips through you and your pulse picks up, his humid breath ghosting across your lips. “All of ‘em, huh?”

You nod, and with hooded eyes, he grins. 

“Don’t jinx us now, honey. Can’t be sayin’ that kinda stuff.”

His dark eyes make a slow, heated circuit down to your collarbones and back up, and arousal hooks behind your belly button fast and sharp. 

Dragging his gaze from you, he turns his attention to June. “Besides, I think this squirrely girl is all we can handle right now, anyway.”

His shoulders swathed in sunlight, Joel wades in as you strip to join them. The water is crisp and cool against your skin when you slip in, and you submerge yourself for a moment before resurfacing closer to them. 

Joel holds June around her back as he lets her float on the surface, water from her kicking legs flying up to cover his bare chest.

“You gonna be a swimmer? You gonna be a fish, baby?”

It’s easy to forget that the outside world exists when there is nothing but bird song and cicadas and the rippling water around you. No infection, no death, no fight for survival. Just Joel carefully scooping water to pour over June’s head, his soothing voice telling her to hold her breath as he ducks them under the surface, his practiced movements carefully transferring her into a one armed hold when you swim closer.

Tilting your chin up, you offer your wet mouth to him for a kiss. 

His body is firm and warm against yours, your hand reaching to cup the curve of his jaw to deepen the press of your mouths together and the kiss pulls you in just like the current that wraps and molds your body close to his. Slipping your arms around his neck, you savor his taste until June lets out a soft cry. 

Her wet fist rubbing at her eye, you reach to take her in for her afternoon nap.  Emerging from the water, you feel the awakened heat in his gaze trained on your body all the way up to the cabin. 

June is fast asleep in your room when he lays you out on the bed in the room next door, squeezing your bodies together on the twin-sized narrowness. His broad shoulders flex and shift under your knees, his river damp curls sliding through your hold as he licks you open, and when you arch into the wet heat of his mouth with a silent cry, he swallows everything you give him with a rumbled groan. 

His skin is dry and smooth against yours when he fits his solid body between your legs, reaching down to guide himself into a place reserved just for him with slick, filling stretch and he murmurs his secret wants directly into your skin, a push inside you for each one.  

“Wish you could have all my babies. Make you the prettiest momma.” 

He breathes against the valley of your breasts, into the hollow under your ear, and against your mouth, just before he captures it with a kiss. His words dripping with reverence, you keen underneath him, arching your back to force him deeper. 

“I wish I could too,” you softly moan. “I want it.” 

Blatant hunger slips into his movements, harsh, filling punches of his hips bringing you up and over the edge, and your mouths stay together in a humid press until you feel him come, his need spilling thick along the inside of your thigh.

Afterwards, his sated body relaxes on top of yours.

Your fingers collect his curls in a rhythmic, soothing motion, following the timing of your chest rising and falling beneath his cheek. His breath puffs across your skin, and your eyes flutter shut, the heat of the afternoon lulling you to sleep. 

Twitching lightly in his sleep, his hold on you tightens and the corner of your mouth lifts. His weighted body covering yours like a shield, a gentle breeze stirs the stagnant air around you, and a tendril of a thought slips through your sleepy mind.

Heaven. 

–

Your fingers dance along the produce in the pantry, your lips moving silently as you keep count in your head. More food than you could have ever dreamed of when you first broached the plan, the produce now crowds out the canned goods, and shifting in your crouch, you let the sun into the small space, narrowing your eyes in focus.

The back door to the cabin bangs open, startling you, and June launches into a responding cry seconds later, just as Joel rounds the doorway. Before you can stand, he hooks his hand around your elbow, tugging you up. 

“Go to the bedroom. Now.”

“What –”

“Someone’s comin’. I heard 'em’ in the woods. A couple of ‘em at least.”

Stomach bottoming out in immediate panic, you scramble up and head to your bedroom, scooping up June along the way. Bouncing her lightly in your arms to quell her cries, a cold sweat breaks out along your back, and crossing the hallway, you head for the predetermined snug spot in the corner next to the dresser, grabbing your gun from the top drawer. 

“You stay until I tell you it’s safe, okay? Don’t move from this spot. You got your gun? It loaded?”

The serious, frantic edge to his words has you answering him immediately, your back pressing against the wall as you slide down into place. Giving you both one last look to ensure you’re where you need to be, he rounds the corner and disappears from sight, and you have to fight the lurch your body involuntarily makes in an effort to follow him. 

You’ve practiced for this exact scenario multiple times, but it still doesn’t make it any easier. During practice, there is no cold terror at what could happen. During practice, it was easy to go through every movement with calm motions. 

Now,  you try to inhale deep, steady breaths in an attempt to slow down the pounding of your heart, knowing June will sense your unease.

“Shhh, baby. It’s okay. I know, I know. It’s okay.” Your voice comes out low and smooth, your shaking hand betraying your nerves as it rubs circles over her back. 

Straining to hear over her hiccuping whimpers, you try to listen outside the bedroom. 

Nothing, for what seems like ages, and then:

“STOP.” 

Flinching when Joel’s voice breaks through, you shut your eyes tight, reflexively tightening your hold on June’s small body. 

–

“Put your hands up.”

A lone woman emerging from the tree line halts mid step, reluctantly pulling her hand away from the pistol at her hip. 

Weathered and weary looking, she looks almost frail in her slight build and Joel scans her for any more visible weapons. His own gun gripped tight with the butt of it against his shoulder, he slowly advances, his finger resting alongside the trigger.

“What do you want?”

“I was just passing by and I saw your cabin,” she calls out. “Thought I might see if anyone was home.”

“Bullshit. You can’t see this place from the road.”

A beat of weighted silence fills the grassy space between them, and the woman changes her story. 

“Fine. We –”

“We? How many?”

Her eyebrow lifts, along with the corner of her mouth. Avoiding the question, she continues. “We saw your garden. Thought maybe we would help ourselves. Especially now, since it’s just you out here.” Direct and laced with the barest taunt, her tone implies the easy confidence of someone who has the upperhand. 

Reluctantly shifting his gaze from her, he scans the trees, searching. A branch cracks somewhere within the woods, something shifting in the distance, and when he steps in the direction of it, she brings his attention back to her. 

“It looked like you have enough to share.”

“We don’t.”

An instinctual reaction tied to his days as a raider, Joel’s mind digs deep for the old lines he used to say. Lie about your numbers. Lie. 

“Don’t think about tryin’ anything’ either,” he asserts. “Heard you the second you walked onto this land. We got eyes on you from all sides.”

She lets her head fall to the side, frowning in skepticism. “I think we both know that’s not true.”

She takes a step forward, and Joel’s heart pounds in his chest, his face outwardly calm as his finger shifts to rest over the trigger. 

“You got enough ammo to kill us all?” She tests the waters, taking another small step forward, but when Joel trains the barrel of his gun on her and presses forward, she stops. 

“Listen.” Her face steels, hardening. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.  You can let us take what we need and we’ll leave after that, or we can kill you and then take what we need. Your choice.”

His jaw ticks, anger rising in his chest. “You’re not takin’ a goddamn thing. Get the fuck out of here before –”

A faint cry pierces the air, and he freezes, the woman doing the same. Joel’s body goes rigid at the sound of June’s cry, the woman’s eyes widening, and she peers over his shoulder at the cabin. 

June’s cries stutter for a moment before picking up in volume, and he pictures the exact face he knows she’s making. He knows that cry: an upset one that won’t settle any time soon. His heart lurches, an instinctual pull flooding through him to leave and soothe her. 

He pulls up straight instead, adjusting his aim square at the woman’s face.

Her hands quickly raise higher, this time facing outwards in supplication. “Look, I didn’t know.” Gesturing towards the woods, her tone softens. “We have kids too. The food is for them.”

Before Joel can move, a horse emerges from between the trees. And then another, then another. Trying to keep them all in his sight, the group collects in the area in front of him; June’s cries growing louder in their pitch from inside the cabin.

“Please,” one of the riders says. A woman, with a small child seated in front of her in the saddle. “If you have anything –”

“I already said we don’t.”

The coldness in his statement dies as his eyes focus on the kid’s face. While the rest of the group has their eyes on Joel, the child isn’t paying attention to him and his gun. Their eyes are solely fixed around the back of the cabin and have been since they emerged from the woods. On the garden, just beyond. 

“Please,” the rider begs one more time, quieter this time. “Please. We’ll take anything.”

Joel’s eyes linger on the kid’s slight frame, on the sunken rings underneath their eyes. Their face looks haunted, as if resigned to their hunger, and scolding himself for even wavering this long, he’s still thinking when the group's collective gaze shifts to something behind him. 

A door opening, then closing. 

Hearing the crunch of footsteps behind him, he sighs deeply, frustration evident in his disappointed tone.

“Go back inside.”

–

June quieted and left in the cabin, he burns next to you when you come to join him. 

“I heard everything through the window,” you explain. “I figured if you haven’t shot by now, it would be safe to come out.” 

A tension thrumming between your bodies in the air, you ignore the heat of his scolding stare. 

“Kids, Joel.” The word is spoken to him like a plea, and his jaw ticks before you take a look at the group for yourself. 

The first people you’ve seen in over a year. 

Worse for the wear with the sallow features of the starved, they look less…intimidating than you expected them to be. None of them have that shifty, hardened edge that you’d come to recognize in the QZ, nor the menacing, cruel stare of the people you’d met on the road before. They don’t look like how you imagine the other intruder looked either, the one you still see in your nightmares sometimes. 

Instead, they just look…tired. Hungry. The children seem dirty, but cared for. The mothers protect them in their slouched hold, the men remaining frozen under Joel’s command to stay still, his gun trained on the woman closest to him.

You picture the garden you heard them ask for: the basket of carrots still sitting in the sun, the squash vines spilling over the fence. You know they could kill you right here on the spot - but they don’t. They could have come in with guns drawn because you know they have them, but Instead they wait, trying to protect their kids. 

“I’m not gonna say it again, honey,” Joel seethes, measured and low. “Go back inside.”

“We’ll trade you.” 

A voice comes from a woman, clearly the leader of the group with the way they all keep glancing her way in silent deference, waiting. For someone staring down the barrel of a gun, she appears calm, her expression a practiced blank slate. Her age hard to determine due to the dust covering her skin, her voice is clear and measured, like she’s used to negotiating. 

“You don’t look like you have anythin’ to trade,” Joel replies coolly.

Thinking of your dwindling supplies outside of food, you rest your hand on his arm. “What’ve you got?” 

“What do you need?” she replies. 

Joel’s head tilts in warning, his feet shifting to further solidify his stance. “Answer her question.”

Her eyes run down the length of you, taking in your measure for a moment. “Got some liquor if you want it.” She gestures towards a saddle bag with a tilt of her chin, but Joel is already shaking his head. 

“Already got some.”

She quirks her eyebrow up. “Fine. Some medicine?”

“What kind?” you ask. 

“Painkillers. Ibuprofen. Tylenol. Might help with –”

“Already got some of that too,” he cuts her off. 

Sighing, the woman appears to think. Glancing at a man to the left of her, they have a silent conversation for a moment before she looks over at the garden. Staring at it for a moment, she brings her eyes back to you. 

“What about a horse?”

Joel’s jaw tightens in distrust. “Like you’re just gonna give us a horse. How much food do you think you’re gonna get from us?”

She shrugs, ignoring his anger to focus directly on you. “It’s yours, if you give us enough food for all of us. Not just the kids. Respectfully, it looks like you have plenty. Certainly enough for two people and a baby.”

The assumption in her tone and the challenge in mentioning your true numbers makes Joel bristle, but the woman doesn’t back down. If anything, she straightens taller, rising to his unspoken challenge. 

Tough and firm, she waits. 

Leaning towards him, you lower your voice so only he can hear it. “I can give them some of the –” 

He cuts you off with an immediate glare. “We need that food. You know it.”

“Yea, but we don’t need all of it. We have some to spare.”

He stares at you in stern, silent disagreement, and you continue. “I was just in the pantry. We can’t eat it all, Joel. I know what’s in there. Trust me. Those kids need to eat. They can have those carrots that I just picked, and –”

His eyes flit quickly back and forth between the group and your face, not wanting to keep his attention from them for too long. 

“It’s a horse, Joel. A horse.”

He narrows his eyes at you, a war within them. You know he knows the value of what they are offering. Eventually, he relents.

“We ain’t givin’ up our fresh stuff. If we have anything – anything - it’s gonna be the old stuff.”

Thinking of the sallow child in the saddle, you silently challenge him, but he stays resolute in his expression. 

“Fine,” you back down. “The old stuff.”

“Some of the old stuff. Not all of it.”

In agreement, you face the group again. 

“Don’t move,” Joel instructs. Flicking his head in the direction of the cabin, he motions to you. “She can get you some things, and then you need to be on your way.”

“What about the horse?” the woman asks. “One of us has to move if you want it. Where should we tie it up?”

He thinks for a moment, keeping his gun trained on her. Picking a spot a ways away from the cabin, he jerks his chin towards it. 

“Leave ‘em over there.”

–

Two faded floral pillowcases in your grip filled with what you could spare, you approach the group with careful and cautious steps, Joel taking a couple of slow strides to the left to keep you in his sights. 

“Are you okay?” the woman murmurs quietly when you reach her, glancing at Joel. 

Looking at her up close, there is a softness to her that you couldn’t see from far away. Her skin is weathered but still youthful, her long brown hair tied in a loose knot at the nape of her neck and you recognize concern held in her gaze.

You frown, not understanding. 

“That man there,” she tilts her chin at Joel. “He seems like a hard one. Is he keeping you here?”

Right when you’re about to defend him, June cries again, making her displeasure at being left alone again known. 

Leveling you with a look, the woman repeats herself, this time more direct. “I mean it. Are you okay? Do you need us to help you?” 

The implication is all over her face: a hard, threatening man all alone in the woods with a young woman. Holding her captive, forcing himself on her. A grim reality you’d seen plenty of times before, you understand her concern. Still, your response is a cool one, protective in your own right. “I’m fine. He’s just protecting us, like you’re doing with your own people.”

She studies your face for the truth. “He hasn’t hurt you or the baby, has he?”

“Of course not.” You understand her questioning, you do. Softening the edge to your response, you add, “He’s - he’s mine. We’re together. That’s our daughter crying.”

Her body language seems to relax along with her frown and she nods. Taking the sacks from you, she turns to pack them into the saddle bag of the horse next to her. 

“Must have been scary, giving birth out here all alone.”

You huff, a small smile at the edge of your lips to disguise the way the memory makes you swallow hard. “Yea, it wasn’t ideal. We were lucky.”

“I helped her do the same a couple months ago.” The woman tilts her chin at another woman in the back of the group, and for the first time, you notice a small bundle wrapped tight to her chest. Hidden, protected from the elements. “You heal okay?”

“It was…rough, but I’m good now.”

Seeming satisfied in her questioning, she digs around in the pouch for a moment. Fishing out a jar, she hands it to you. 

“I’m not sure how old your daughter is, but…here. Just in case you need it.”

A bottle of infant Tylenol being pressed into your hand, you look up to ask if she’s sure, but she cuts you off. 

“Listen. We’re headed West. Towards Ja –”

“Jackson?” you interrupt, and her eyebrows raise. Joel’s impatience radiating from his position behind you, you ignore it. “Someone came by a couple of months ago and tried to take what we had. Joel took care of it. We found the map in his pocket.”

She smirks. “So he’s real protective of you then.”

“Is it real? Jackson?”

Unsure if you should be prolonging this conversation or even informing them you know the way they’re going, you can’t help the question spilling from your mouth. Curiosity pulled at you for months after you found that map, the destination now even more intriguing after seeing children in the saddle. 

“Far as we know,” she replies, stuffing the bags away. “We heard from someone that it's safe. Safer than a QZ, though that doesn’t say much. They’re trying to keep it quiet, so they aren’t overrun with people, but…” her eyes flick towards the cabin. “It’s supposed to be off the grid. A place for families.”

Joel grits out your name behind you, and keeping the children in the forefront of your mind, you rush to say goodbye, giving her a warning.  

“You can’t stay in the area or he will shoot you. I promise you, he will.” Clear and direct with your words, you think you see something of understanding laced with respect cross her features. Before you can stop yourself, you add in haste, “There is another cabin about two miles from here though. We’ve been in it, and it’s clean and safe for you all to stay the night. You can eat, get some rest.”

Her shrewd gaze takes you in for a moment, and you squeeze the medicine held in your grip, praying you won’t come to regret what you just said. 

The edge of her mouth lifts in a small smile, and you let out a breath just as Joel says your name again, this time in a stern clip.

“Tess,” she says. Acknowledging the way Joel just told her your name, she offers her own. “My name is Tess. And thank you.”

The two of you coming to a silent understanding, you take a step back as she swings up onto the horse next to her, joining a rider already in the saddle. Motioning to the group with her hand, they all start to move. 

“Thanks,” she says to Joel as she passes, but he stays silent.

Leveling her with a frown, he keeps his gun trained on her until they disappear into the trees. 

–

Backing into the cabin to ensure it stays clear,  Joel only lowers his weapon after the door is closed. You follow him cautiously into the bedroom, waiting for him to erupt. 

You can tell he wants to, a tight bundle of anger set between his shoulder blades. His body is stiff as he picks June up to make sure she’s okay, and all the while, he keeps his back to you, as if trying to stay calm in her presence. 

Her safety confirmed, he hands her to you before stalking back out to head straight for the traps and even after checking those, he stays on the front porch with his rifle, waiting. 

Busying yourself with calming June down and eventually feeding her dinner, his anger with you weighs heavily in the space. Peeking every so often at his stern profile through the window, you put June to bed for the night, avoiding him as long as possible. 

Afraid of the disappointment you’ll see on his face, you linger by June’s cradle long after she falls asleep, questioning your decisions over and over again in your mind. 

In the end, you keep coming back to her milk cheeked profile as she sleeps. 

The clothes you piece together for her. The lack of medicine should she get sick. The even worse situation she’d be in if either of you did. The people that came by today, the conflict that was avoided because they were reasonable. 

You were right to give those children food. You know you were. If that had been June in the saddle, you would have done anything to get her food — including making a promise not to come back, especially knowing another child was depending on that source for their survival. 

It required belief in people instead of immediate distrust, and though you couldn’t explain how you knew, you just knew they could be trusted. 

Leaving her to join him on the porch, you’re expecting a calmer discussion with the hours that have passed, but he is still angry. Angrier than you’ve seen him in a long time. 

Part nervous, part sorry, and part wanting to defend yourself, you tuck your arms around your torso and step outside to where his profile greets you. 

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t just let them go, Joel. I couldn’t not give them anything. They were starving.”

He says nothing, keeping his eyes resolutely on the woods in front of him. 

“Please come inside. They aren’t coming back.”

He faces you, his voice cutting. “And how do you know that, huh?” 

You swallow hard, bracing yourself. “I told them about the other cabins. I told them they could stay the night there and get some rest if they needed – “

“What the hell is wrong with you?” His eyes flash in the darkness, his expression twisted with frustration. “We don’ want them to stay close. They need to move on, so we know they aren’t comin’ back for what we have.”

“They aren’t.”

“You think just because they said so, they won’t? You can’t just trust what people tell you. I know it’s been awhile, but I thought you woulda remembered that.”

Hurt cuts through you at his dismissive tone. This version of Joel is one you haven’t seen in a long time, a shadow of the man he was before he met you and it hurts, to be back where you were. To have him look at you the way he is. Blinking back tears, regret starts to seep into your mind, but you fight against it. 

You know he’s just protecting his own, and you are one of those people. His. 

“The woman said they are headed to Jackson.” 

At the mention of the town, he looks back at you. 

“Did you see the kids with them? One of the riders had a baby, around the same size as June. That woman – Tess? She helped deliver it.”

Chastened, he looks down at the ground at your mention of that time. 

“They wouldn’t start trouble with that many kids around. I know it.”

“They gotta feed them kids, don’t they?” He delivers his statement bluntly, looking up to hold eye contact with you. Weariness rings his eyes, his tone no less scolding for it. “You know just as much as I do that you would do anything for June. Anything. Including lyin’ to someone just to turn around and steal what they have.”

The truth in his words hangs heavy in the air between the two of you, and you press on. 

“I gave them ample food. They have no reason to come back. I even put some meat in there –”

At this, he stands, outraged. His jaw ticks as he glares at you for a long moment, eventually letting out a huff of disbelief. 

“Hell, why not some ammo too?”

Shaking his head, he glances away. 

Disappointment pours off his body, his back to you and a tear slips down over your cheek. All the words you practiced saying to him die on your tongue, every good point turning to ash under the heat of his anger. You understand his worry because it’s also your own worry, but…the way the woman looked at you, the way those women held their children, the hope held in the woman’s eyes as she talked about Jackson? 

They weren’t coming back. You knew they weren’t. 

You’d thought he’d at least be happy about the horse, but the thought of another mouth to feed keeps your own closed. 

Sitting back down, he flexes his hold on his rifle, resting it across his lap. His eyes won’t meet yours. 

“I’m gonna stay up and keep watch. Just in case they do decide to come back. You should just…go to bed.”

All of the fight sucked out of you, you nod at his dismissal and turn, going back inside. 

–

His disappointment in you eats at him.

Flares bright as he sits up all night, waiting for their shadowy figures to reappear. Simmers as he hears you soothe June back to sleep after feeding her. Lingers with a fade in his chest as the sun lightens the horizon, inky black turning into pinkish dawn. 

He knows you saw those children and gave without hesitation, thinking of June. He knows that. But he’s also thinking of June. Always. Equal parts impressed and frustrated by the hope that still exists inside you even after you’ve seen what the outside world is still capable of, he doesn’t know how you can still trust. You still give; you’re still kind. 

He appreciates those qualities in you, but to give away your rations and to take a gamble on them not coming back is more than letting your hope win. It’s dangerous, and he wishes you could see that. 

He knows now that this will happen again. Clearly a route marked on that map, it’ll be used in the coming months by other people. The fact that they could see your garden was bad enough, but the fact that it was a group of people was even worse. 

He can defend you against one man, but a group? There are limits to his skills; he knows more than anyone. 

You can’t stay here anymore. 

He fights against the knowledge, the memory of Sarah now woven in with the surroundings. So much more than a place for the three of you to stay hidden from the world, he sees it as a place where the four of you thrived: the ghost of Sarah visiting him freely here, as a welcomed presence. Finally not something he pushed to the darkest, safest corners of his mind as a means to keep her memory away from what the world turned into. 

Even in death, he protected her. 

He knows she’ll follow him wherever he goes, but that doesn’t solve the problem of wanting to be the father he’s got the chance to be with June as he is here — not as who he’d have to be, if you left. 

His palm running along the smooth barrel of the gun, he stares into the dark woods and keeps watch, his weary eyes ringed with the need for sleep. 

Jackson. 

Responsible for your safety and well being, does he take the gamble and bring you there? Does he find another spot hidden deeper in the woods, hoping that one won’t be discovered? One requires faith in the words of other people, the other requires faith only in his own skills. After everything he’s seen and done, he knows which way he wants to lean…but still, he thinks. 

Acknowledging the strength in numbers that you’ve been missing this whole time, a group encountering this place was a liability, but to be part of a group - that was a strength. Resources to help if June should get sick, other people around to take care of her if either of you should. Clothes, shoes, a shelter that isn’t slowing falling apart. 

Those were just the basics of human necessity, but other things worm their way into his mind. The things not needed to live, but needed to thrive. Socialization, a community. An image of  Sarah on the soccer field projects against the dark field in front of him; all grin and bright eyes at sleepovers, running around the park he used to bring her to when she wanted to play with her friends. 

Any QZ that he’s been in was never the suburb full of children that he raised Sarah in, but at least there were other kids. Other people. A means to provide more than what you could, here. And with Jackson being a place being off the grid…there was a possibility it was better than a QZ. The world-worn cynic in him knew it was a long shot, but still.

He pictures your shadowed face in the darkness, as you argued with him. The earnestness in your eyes, the words you used to try to make him understand your reasoning behind trusting them. He was too mad then to listen, but now…he understands why. 

Not only your belief in those people, but your belief in general. Understands that you’ve always needed to believe in something, in order for any of this to work. 

“No matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.” 

He said that to you in bed one night, speaking of you and June, and he thinks about how you’ve always believed it in the same thing your own way: your something to fight for was a future still possible. 

One that you’ve shown him to be true.

Rising stiff limbed from his position on the porch, it’s almost light when he wanders back into the silent cabin. 

He tries to be quiet in the kitchen as he digs through the drawer for the map, and finding it, places it on the counter. 

Making his way to the bedroom, he crawls into the space behind your curved spine and tucks himself around it, holding you close. 

In your sleep, you reach for him and grasping your hand in his, he fits the bridge of his nose into the soft nape of your neck and closes his eyes. 

[bowieandqueen11]

Moonlight Dalliance / Izzy Hands Imagine

Request: I wrote this a couple of weeks ago but I think I might have accidentally deleted it off Tumblr because I can’t find it now! Hope you enjoy and I’ll have another request out asap! 😘

Warning: spicy, implied sexual content, sword fighting, mentions of blood and some strong language!

(I do not own OFMD or it’s characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @goodsirs.)

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Before you had even reached the deck, you could hear the clashing of steel reverberating through your bunk.

If it hadn't been for the pouring of sawdust through the cracks in the ceiling beams that rained down like ash over your nostrils: if it hadn't been for the graceful leaps of careful footsteps lightly stepping in box squares above your hammock, you might have chalked down the noise to Roach's snoring. In fact, as you swing your legs over to your side and try, as quietly as possible, to land on the floor of the recreation room without waking as many as your ship mates as possible, said cook was trying to do his best impression of what could only be called a foghorn mixed with an incredibly rusty blender.

'For God's sake-!' The sound of Lucius' voice disturbing you as you were trying to tip toe towards the door almost makes you jump out of your skin. Unravelling Black Pete's arm from around his waist, he gives a final groan into the side of his pillow before throwing it in a wide arch straight at Roach's head. 'If you don't stop snoring I'll stick my wooden thumb, splinters and all, straight up your ar-.'

Thankfully, the sound of you wincing as you grab onto the handle and inch the hinges slowly backwards is drowned out by a stout HMPH as Lucius' pillow lands on Button's stomach. You can't help but let out a snicker at the way the man shoots straight up from his slumber like a scarecrow being raised in a field. He arches one eyebrow and glanced around intently. 'Attack, we're under attack!' You take the opportunity of your fellow crewmates either lunging out of their hammocks, or being tipped out onto the floor during the frantic hustle and bustle that followed to escape out to the helm of the ship. In fact, Wee John seemed to take far too much pleasure out of twirling the Swede's hammock so that the man ended up a mess of tangled limbs, yelping like a fly caught up in a spider's web as Oluwande tried to grab his arm and pull him back out. You didn't mind the good natured jostle of your friends: you had spent so much of the evening tossing and turning, unable to get the thought of one arrogant prick in particular out of your mind, and so the excuse to leave your bunk and get some fresh air was more than welcome.

The sea air - god, the sea air felt so kind on your tired lungs.

The night seemed fragile, the moonlight tender as it spilt over the creaking boards of the ship and pooled in a warm puddle around your feet. It seemed to widen within your eyes, a fine mist spraying like a wicked phantasm from its shadows and coating the surrounding sea in thin tendrils of smoke. With a mind hazed with tiredness, you rubbed at the corners of your eyes and tried to chase away that dream-like glow only the late night could bring. The sails caught in the mild wind and groaned above you, masking out the sounds of Izzy's short pants as he wiped his forehead with the untucked end of his shirt. In fact, not realising yet that you were standing only a mere few metres away from him, he grabbed his shoulder and tugged his shirt off completely, discarding it with a frustrated throw at Stede's cabin doors.

Two hands grip tighter on the wood, willing its body to relax. The tang of salt could do nothing to burn away the fizzling want banging against your ribcage, nor could the cool pinch of the helm railings distract you from the fact that you had spent every second of that day restless; as if on repeat, every time you closed your eyes, or had your thoughts distracted away from repairing the helm, or talking to Lucius, or exploring the islands Stede had insisted you all stop at so he could take Edward off on some grand adventure, you were taken back to that afternoon. The feel of Izzy Hands, the soft ache in his eyes, so desolate, so hopeful: when he had been congratulating you on a job well done fighting off some remote Englishman who had tried to ambush your crew once you had docked, and behind the thrum of his beating heart he hadn't the wit to stop his arm from reaching out and brushing the back of his knuckles against the droplets of blood splattered on your cheek.

His smile had dropped almost immediately of course, and he had run like a gun was being unloaded against his heels back into his quarters and hid there for the night, but the look in his eyes when he had touched you... god, if it wasn't enough to make Davy Jones repent his sins, for even his adoration for Calypso would seem like hatred in comparison.

Yet only the smoky gleam of the moon melting over the champagne waves kept your aching head company. The moon, being a sneaky temptress, was in fact the one thing that drew you to the cause of your distraction; squinting down onto the deck, it took you a minute to remember the reason you had come up here in the first place.

Izzy Hands. In the flesh. And lots of it, if the sweaty gleam of his bare chest was anything to go by.

It takes a moment for your mind to shape the shifting umbra into a perceptible form: he looks angry, furious, even, as his sword slices the misty air like swiss cheese and gives lashes to the main mast. The cherry wood cracks easily under the weight of his blows, the poor shaved shards that land by his feet obviously taking the brunt of the walloping you can only assume is meant for your captain.

Swallowing your nerves, you call out to the fickle shape. 'What are you doing wandering about at a time like this?'

He startles as you wander across the ship towards him, perching back against the side of the mast he was currently tearing to shreds. Incredulously, he looks you up and down before bowing his sword. Your laughter sweetens the edge of his blade, and for a moment Izzy's step falters at the sound.

‘I could ask you the very same thing. Don't you know that all the horrifying creatures slink out from the depths after the full moon rises.' He tilts his head at you, pushing his tongue up against his teeth to stop a smile from breaking like welcome dawn across his face. 'Would hate to see you get dragged away by something... wanton.'

You scratch your cheek, trying your best to hide how you were growing flustered at his words. 'Well, at least if I get dragged away I'll be going with clothes on.’

He flushed at that, head tilting down as he crossed his arms gruffly over his abdomen and blinked languidly.

'What are you actually still doing awake?', you ask, crossing your arms and doing your best not to fantasize about leaping forward and ripping the rest of his trousers straight off with one tear.

'I couldn't sleep.' What he didn't tell you, was that he couldn't sleep because he was so in love with you his heart felt like it was going to bleed out of his fucking chest any time he tried to distract himself from thoughts of you.

'Yeah, neither could I.' What you didn't tell him, was that you couldn't sleep because you were dreaming of grabbing Izzy by that scruffy collar and kissing him silly.

A tense silence suffocated the two of you, sliced only by Izzy shooting his sword through the air with one last precise carve through the freshly hollowed mast. Izzy whips out his wrist, clenching his fingers into a tight fist to try and alleviate some of the burning tension running through his joints at the desperation to touch you.

‘You did well today. As much as I hate to admit it, you can fight better than any of those other morons.’

‘A compliment? From Izzy Hands? Pinch me, I must still be dream-‘

‘Your footwork is a little rusty, though. Could use some work, so you don’t trip over and fall on your own bloody sword.’

‘There we go. There’s always a but with you, isn’t there? You can’t just give the compliment and leave it hanging.’

'I'm just saying... it would be a real shame to pierce such a breast.' Your breath hitches as his eyes dip down to contemplate the sliver of skin still on show between the free flowing buttons of your dress shirt. He sniffles, fingers almost indiscernibly tightening around the metal of the hilt as he did his best to stifle the overflowing shiver that was running up and down his legs. He keeps a tight watch on you for a moment, before biting his bottom lip with his top teeth and darting his eyes out towards the ocean, both incredibly aroused and also incredibly sheepish from having shown such weakness.

'And to ruin such a fine blade.'

He runs his hand across his beard, motion tired yet calculated. Too jolted to speak, let alone run away back down to your bunk and hide your head underneath Oluwande's arm for the rest of time, you leave Izzy the perfect opportunity to pounce.

’Here… come here’, his knuckles fold as he beckons you forward with one hand, his other still resting on the hilt of his rapier as he jabbed it into the floor and let it drop after a moment. If he had let it go just then, as he watched the swish of your hips approach him, he had a pretty good feeling his knees would buckle underneath him. ‘I have far more experience than you do. You ought to learn from a real pirate. Not the hoity toity arsehole that runs around this ship like a headless chicken.’

‘If I remember correctly’, you say sharply with a growing smile, ‘you lost against that headless chicken.’

‘Don’t.’ Before you have time to realise what’s happening, Izzy has grabbed you by the waist and rugged you back. He prays you didn’t hear the hoarse groan that jilted from the back of his throat as your buttocks bounced back against the tensed muscles of his lower abdomen. His voice is gruff and warm against the shell of your ear, but his fingertips burn with the ferociousness of a thousand lantern fires as he snakes his free hand around your shoulders and grips onto the bottom of your chin.

'Don't tease me. It won't end well for you.' His thumb digs into your jaw as he tilts your head back, and you can feel his smirk branding it’s way into the bare strip of skin between the nape or your neck and the hollow of your earlobe. Your head is fully resting back against his forehead now, and his vice on you only lessens once he’s content that you’re too far gone to step away from him.

'Put your foot... here', he guides your right foot forward with the toe of his boot, almost sinfully slowly so he could feel every twitch and tense of your quadriceps against the inside of his thigh. 'There you go, lean your weight forward-'.

He tips you then, doubling you over so your back is pushed down against his groin. You swear you can feel the curls of his hair fall in loose curls down against the small of your back, gathering that his head must be hovering just above your tailbone. For your own sake, to stop your legs from turning into jelly and letting your full weight fall so easily into Izzy's grip, you pretend the haunting moaning sound you hear must be from the hinges of the sails as they turn through the night sky.

'Perfect form', he breathes out in a short gasp against the shell of your ear once he's collected himself, his arm tightening around your stomach as he places you. His right hand drags down your arm, teasingly burning a trail right down over the back of your hand and onto your fingers as he entraps them with his own. He turns your hand, his own clenching so they fold over your own. 'That's it, now jut forward and strike.'

His knee pushes against the side of your buttocks as he jumps the two of you forward; he shoves a little too harshly, though, and just before your feet nearly trip backwards over the rotund exterior of a rogue barrel, Izzy's hand has shot out like a viper to latch its teeth around your wrist. His fingers squeeze as he tilts you upright again, a sharp exhale whistling out of his nose at how close you come to falling into his chest.

'You're not a bad teacher', you manage to laugh out between gasps, 'but unless you're packing... who doesn't bring a weapon to a sword fight?' Straddling to the side, you manage to slide down and grab onto his discarded sword, sweeping the tip through the air until it landed just below his chin. Tilting the skin up, you gaze down at him through dropped eyelids, his fingers now nearly convulsing against your wrist.

You manage to break free of his hold, grabbing onto his bare arm and pulling him so now he was the one caught in your trap. Your bicep holds around his stomach, moving with each tremble of his breath as you graze the sharp edge of his rapier down across his face and jut it under his jaw.

The bastard only smiles as you hold the edge of his blade against his throat.

'Did you really think you could win this fight?', he asks between the tight lips of a knowing smile, and it takes you a second to realise that his free hand has wrapped round to hold onto yours on top of the handle. He shoves the blade away, kicking out with his foot so you trip backwards. He easily catches you before you hit the ground.

You dance your fingers up his chest as he holds you tight against him, dipped down like lovers do during the first dance. All the stars burn deep within the depths of his soul, pouring out like razing destruction from his eyes as he keeps darting a path between your nose, and back down to your lips.

'I don't think you won this either, Izzy Hands. In fact, I think we both lost something here.' You spread your fingers out over the bare skin across his pec, feeling the flittering thud of his heart pound out against your fingertips.

By god, if he had ever been so delighted to lose.

His lips ravish you like a man shrivelled under the island sun, desperate to drown; before your gasp can fully deflate from your lungs, your legs have been kicked out from underneath you by a swift and skilled kick from the side of his boot.

Oh, he had been planning this for a long time. Had been thinking of nothing but this since he had boarded this vessel. The tightness of his arm as it snakes around your back and stops your shoulders from taking the brunt of the bounce off the boards: the way he throws his rapier behind his back without a second care, instead replacing his clenched fingers with the reddened meat of your hip as he levers you down was far too precise and meticulous to be a mere spur of the moment, subconscious thought.

An uncomfortable heat shivers over your torso and settles as an anchor weight in the pit of your stomach as Izzy grazes his right hand over the top of your thigh. Plop. Plop. Plop. His leather gloves ball as he taps his finger one by one, teasingly, against your inner thigh, using them to shove your legs wider apart. His lips pull away with a sickeningly sweet pop from your neck only for a second, as he breathlessly glances his eyes in a jagged path across your face.

He looks wonderstruck.

You can't help but reach out to touch the tough muscle of his left peck, swirling your finger across the short strands of his chest hair. The soft scrape of your fingernail soon turns into your fingers fully spreading out like the tendrils of a swift current once you feel him bury his head into the curve of your neck; his chin juts into your pulse point and the bastard has the audacity to whimper at the feel of your palm brushing over the hardened tip of his nipple.

If he wasn't living out all of his deepest, darkest dreams, the man nearly collapsed on top of you may have felt embarrassed at the way his pelvis began to buck down and brush the tightening leather over the rising line of skin underneath your belly button. In your turn to be bashful, you can feel a flush crawl over your cheeks as Izzy grabs onto the bottom of your thigh and tugs you closer, fist clenching over your ankle as he throws your right leg up and over the side of his hip bone. His hands are surprisingly soft, surprisingly gentle as he claws and kneads and mewls into you, his lips dragging down and over to the side of your jaw now with quick, tempered nicks.

You're scared his skin is going to melt off at the bone with how it burns against your hip: it holds tightly to the side of your pelvis, his thumb toying with the tassels hanging from the band of your trousers as he impetuously grinds down against you again. You can feel his shit eating smirk as the flat edge of his tongue licks a hot streak up to the shell of your ear; he bites down, tugging at your earlobe and clenching his fingernails so tightly into the soft skin at the side of your buttocks that you were amazed he didn't draw blood.

‘What on earth was that noise?! What’s going on up here! Which hooligan is up making a ruckus on my ship? And so late! I know you wanted another bedtime story, but I told you, we all need our beauty sleep!’

The glim flicker of a handheld candle illuminated out from the stairway as the ruffled hair of your captain peered out past the door like a startled meerkat. With wide eyes, he mustered the courage to lift up the skirts of his nightshirt and take a step out onto the deck, away from the safety of Ed's gentle snores as they billowed out through the crack.

Before your captain can spot the two of you caught in such an awkward position: Izzy grinding against you like a needy dog, your hand bunched into a tight fist in his hair and your legs wrapped tightly around his taut waist, he shoves a gloved finger to your lips. Annoyed at being disturbed, you tilt the hand gripping his hair backwards and smirk to yourself as Izzy dips his head down to land between your breast bone to try and hide his groans.

Before you can tease him anymore, he's gripped onto your wrist and is tugging you up; he's near carrying you bridle style in his arms as he slips past the railings of the ship, mingling in with the shadows. His hand covers your mouth to stop your giggles, carrying you off down to the bunk of his room so the two of you can carry on your midnight dalliance where your poor, confused captain wouldn't be able to hear the pounding of the bed as its frame shudders against the wall and your screams echo out against the silent moonlight.

[shiningqueen]

silvertongue, hawk eyes part 2 / mihawk x fem!oc

genre: slice of life, relationship growth, slow burn. rating: sfw / e for everyone warnings: none for this part. characters: dracule mihawk + fay (a female oc) summary: a storm brings a castaway to kuraigana and with his interest midly piqued, mihawk allows fay to stay with him temporarily. after sleeping for two days, fay and mihawk have a proper sort-of conversation.

author's note: fay does not speak the common/english tongue of the one piece world very well. she can read and write it adeptly, and understand it spoken just as adequately but she struggles with speaking in complex sentences. that explains why her speech seems a bit off.

When Fay awoke to the dismal gray of pre-dawn, she felt heavy and sluggish, like a weight is pressing upon her chest and made breathing difficult. She couldnt remember where she was or how she got here, disorientated that there wasn't the open sky above and the steady rocking of her boat beneath. The events of the past several days trickled in like water beading through hairline cracks in glass.

A narrow escape from pirates that damaged her boat beyond capable repair, then the maelstrom roaring in to sweep her in its chaotic currents for two whole days. She hadn't slept for at least four. Fay rubbed her eyes as the remainder of her memories flooded in; her vessel capsized and sinking, she'd swam to the shore of an island her Log Pose had latched onto. She'd been too exhausted to properly digest anything at the time but now? Now, she rolled over and wheezed hysterical laughter into her pillow. Of all the places to end up in, she'd come to the doorstep of a Shichibukai! There must be irony in that stroke of fate.

Her emotions are turbulent and nauseating, mirth dissolving into sobs as her experiences sharpened into focus and what she had ultimately lost with her boat sinking carves a hole into her chest.

She did not have many tears to shed in the scheme of things, a headache beginning to throb behind her eyes from being dehydrated and that forces her out of bed. Thick blankets pooling around her waist and the bitter cold of the huge room, in an even larger castle, makes her shiver violently. Her discarded clothing from when she'd stripped down before passing out is at least dry, yet sea stained; not that she had anything else to wear. Fay numbly pulls on her long sleeved shirt and trousers, shaking as she rubs warmth into her arms and tackles the absolute disaster of her hair.

Only when her hair is tamed and braided into order does she paw through the remainder of her belongings; a small journal and pencil, her log pose and a necklace weighed by trinkets are fished out of her belt pouches. Toeing feet into her deck shoes, the early dawn light creeps into the room through a series of windows on the east wall. The chamber is spacious and only had the bed as its sole furnishing, there's a connecting door into an adjacent room she peeks into curiously. It's dark and filled with things, probably more furniture, stashed under dusty and moth-bitten sheets.

Fay leaves it, the need for water scratching at her throat like she'd swallowed thorns. Stepping out into the gray stone hallway has her pausing outside the door - she was in Dracule Mihaw's home. The man lived in a castle, by himself, on a gloomy island with weird shaped hills.

She bites down on the impulse to laugh again. Priorities. Fidgeting with a trinket on her necklace, she retraces the path Hawkeye had shown her last until the stairwell came into view. Her eyes wander over every inch of the fortress, deducing that the clean places were what she ought to look for. She doubted the warlord would bother to dust the whole building when he likely only needed to use a dozen or so rooms for himself.

Ten minutes wandering that results in discovering a library and a sitting room, both of which are filed away in her memory, Fay finds the kitchen and is relieved there is no sign of her infamous host. The ambience is still gray but the hum of electric lights washes the space in a white-yellow halo, her hands wandering over cold marble counters as she explores. There are some modern amenities like a coffee press, kettle, a fridge and stovetop.

In a polished wood cabinet, she finds a clean glass and fills it with tap water rather than be presumptuous and make herself tea or coffee. The island countertop also serves as a place to sit and that is where she settles after drinking two full glasses of water, a third time filled and she sets it down to partake more slowly.

Fay still feels sluggish and drowsy but the worst of her exhaustion has abated, she just ignores the gnawing grief (or is that hunger?) churning somewhere in her guts. There just wasnt time to wallow when she had to figure out how to move forward from here. The mere notion of asking for anything beyond the generous hospitality Hawkeye afforded her is off the table instantly. She loathed the idea of owing anyone anything and she doubted the Warlord would care to have a favor from a nobody like her. The most logical step was to pen a letter to her younger sister, whom had mostly free reign and connections that could prove useful.

At least owing her sibling didnt come with weighty strings attached. Fay thumbs through her journal for empty pages and rips out four, deciding she'd also write to her older sister to keep everyone informed of her situation. Between sips of water, she scrawled messages out and hoped a NewsCoo visited regularly.

-x-

It is some unmarked hour past dawn when Mihawk rises from slumber and lazes through his morning routine, being home meant he could dawdle as he pleased throughout the day. Not that he didnt keep some semblance of structure but there was no reason for haste in any capacity. There is an absent awareness that the presence of his guest is still dormant - wait - she was decidedly not in the upper east hall anymore. Yoru humming in his grasp as he sauntered down to the main floor and into the kitchen, wherein he discovered Fay seated at the island and asleep.

Her head is pillowed on her folded arms and she is slumped onto the countertop, which he takes a moment to just observe her. He cannot see the whole of her face but he notes her tidied hair and the absence of her over-shirt, leaving her dressed in all black. There is too a bulbous Log Pose resting against her arm and the shaking needle reminded him it would be a few days yet until it settles.

Mihawk walks forward to rest Yoru against the island and that is when he realizes his guest is not fully asleep. He is not certain if it was his movement or proximity but her face shifts and a single gray eye opens to settle on him. He keeps his face impassive and holds her stare, seeing the drowsy appraisal in her eye before it slides closed again and she luffs out a muted sigh. It made no sense to him that she could be so relaxed enough to doze. No words are exchanged between them whatsoever as Mihawk decides to not give a fuck right now and make himself coffee. It was too damn early for anything.

By the whimsy of being courteous, he does make a second mug of coffee and sets it down in front of the napping brunette. He considers taking his own elsewhere but ends up seating himself at the opposite end of the island, hands warmed around ceramic and the comforting resonance of his sword nearby.

Fay stirs and he's watching her again as she rouses, a red imprint on her face from where she'd been resting against her arms, which stretch out and up as her posture straightens. Her eyes dart from him to the mug he'd placed before her and in lieu of speaking, she Signs her gratitude before pulling the coffee into her grasp.

"Are you not well rested enough to speak?" Mihawk breaks the disconcerting quiet, recalling how she'd forgone speech earlier due to her exhaustion.

She peers up at him from nursing her coffee, dark brows crinkled in a perplexed manner, "Sleep fine, just words hard in your tongue." The lilt of her accent is more pronounced now and he doesnt recognize it, but the fact she cant speak the common language well enough is just another layer of intrigue unto his guest.

The warlord makes a pondering sound, "Where are you from? You seem to understand me adequately." His tone is kept neutral so as not to betray his idle curiosity.

"Farore," she annunciates carefully and sets her mug down to take up Sign again, 'It is three weeks or so from here, and it gets travelers from all over. I just am not used to your language.'

He vaguely recognizes the name of her island but nothing specific comes to mind, so he doesnt dwell on it too much. Though he intended on inquiring further, the rustle of wings swooping through the halls signals the arrival of a NewsCoo. Mihawk tilts his head to regard the seabird as it swoops down and lands primly before him, dropping a newspaper with all serious aplomb. He wordlessly pays the bird but before it goes to take off, Fay makes a noise.

She croons at it. A soft and melodious sound that makes his ears tingle. The NewsCoo hops around to face her attentively, head bobbing with an answering coo. Mihawk is baffled at whatever he had sensed in that brief vocalization she had made to garner the bird's focus.

Now his gaze is fixed intently on the brunette as she reveals two envelopes and offers them to the courier, and it hops obligingly closer so she could tuck them into its carrier bag. Fay makes a slightly different pitched croon, again tingling at his senses, and the NewsCoo takes off for its next delivery.

"What was that?" Now he dared to let a trickle of his intrigue show.

Her lips twitch and there's something secret in her eyes, she Signs, 'I wrote to family, asking for help. NewsCoo will carry letters if you ask nice.' A pause and she gestures to her Log Pose, 'How long until it settles?'

Ah, so she had picked up on certain vocal cues to persuade NewsCoo and that certainly could prove handy for someone traveling alone on the seas. Furthermore her proactiveness around her situation lend further to the notion she's reasonably competent. Good. He couldnt stand people who wallowed in their problems.

"Another three days, how long do you expect to wait for a reply from your family?"

'A week at most?' Fay's hands twist and fidget in a pensive way, her posture going from relaxed to ridged with anxiety as she Signs, 'Hope is my sister is near to collect me.'

Mihawk drops his gaze thoughtfully and mulls over assumptions of just how long he might be hosting the wayward sailor, he picked up on her reluctance to ask him directly for any further involvement beyond offering her a roof over her head. It didnt really matter to him her reasoning behind the anxiety though, "There are spare boats here, if your plans fall through." That is all he says on the matter, permission she stay to await replies to her letters.

Fay's hands drop, one to her mug and the other to the log pose that is rolled into her palm and vanishes from sight. She says nothing else and neither does Mihawk for that matter. He contents himself with perusing the newspaper, thumbing through new bounty posters without vested interest in who was who or what crimes they were accused of.

-x-

In the ensuing stretch of silence, Fay drinks her coffee and contemplates the chances of making it back to the beach she'd landed on. Would any of her belongings have drifted to shore? Some of them had been equipped to be borne on currents for a few days in the event of disaster. Was there any dangerous wildlife to consider? Was it worth asking her host about?

She eyed the scowling Shichibukai briefly and decided against it. Trying to indulge in more conversation this early in the morning felt like a chore, even with caffeine simmering low in her veins. Fay slipped off her stool and stifled a yawn, taking time to rinse and wash both of her dishes just like she'd do at home.

Well, not much point in idling around in the vaguely uncomfortable company of Dracule Mihawk. She looped the island with the intent to head towards the foyer and venture outdoors, but is stalled when the swordsman speaks up again.

"Where are you going?"

Fay turns back to regard him properly, "Outside, to the beach." Absent hands toying with a trinket on her necklace again, rather than use Sign.

"Why for? It's dangerous to wander here without a weapon." He doesnt sound concerned, just bored. The glint of his sharp gaze settling on her, again though she doesnt flinch from it.

"Eh, was fine before. May be things of mine to find." She stumbled over a few words and grimaced at how awkward the language sounded to her own ears.

Mihawk sort of scoffs at her, she bristles a bit at the snideness of it, "You may get killed for being unwary."

Fay weighs her options on the warning but ultimately shrugs, "Not unwary, I will take care." She turns away and adds, "Can come if you like."

It's as she reaches the threshold of the kitchen that she hears the swordsman sigh, "Wait for me."

She thinks him quite contrarian for that.

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Pavers or Concrete for Your Pool Area: Which Option is Best?

Designing a pool area is an exciting part of outdoor space planning. However, selecting the right material for the pool deck is a decision that can have lasting impacts on functionality, aesthetics, and maintenance. Two popular choices are concrete and pavers, each offering unique benefits. While pavers are often celebrated for their versatility, concrete frequently emerges as the better choice for those seeking a sleek, cost-effective, and low-maintenance solution.

Let’s explore why concrete might be the smarter option for your pool area.

1. A Seamless and Modern Look

Concrete pool decks offer a clean, seamless appearance that’s perfect for modern outdoor designs. Whether you opt for a smooth finish, decorative stamping, or colored concrete, this material can deliver an elegant look that complements your pool and landscaping.

Pavers, while attractive, often feature gaps that can interrupt the visual flow of your space. This can be particularly noticeable in larger pool areas where uniformity and simplicity are preferred.

2. Cost-Effectiveness

When budgeting for your pool deck, concrete is often more affordable than pavers. The installation process for concrete is quicker and involves fewer materials and labor costs, making it an ideal option for homeowners and builders with tighter budgets.

On the other hand, pavers typically come with higher material and installation costs. Each paver needs to be laid individually, which can significantly drive up labor expenses. Additionally, the need for frequent repairs or replacements can add to the overall cost of maintaining a paver pool deck.

3. Durability and Longevity

Concrete, especially when properly sealed, is incredibly durable and can withstand the test of time. It resists wear and tear from pool chemicals, foot traffic, and weather conditions. Reinforced concrete slabs are particularly strong, reducing the likelihood of shifting or settling over time.

Pavers, while durable, are more prone to shifting, cracking, or becoming uneven due to the movement of the ground beneath them. This can create tripping hazards and may require periodic resetting or replacement of individual pavers.

4. Low Maintenance

One of the most compelling reasons to choose concrete for your pool deck is its low maintenance requirements. Sealed concrete resists stains, algae growth, and water damage. Cleaning typically involves a simple wash with water or a mild detergent.

Pavers, however, demand more upkeep. Weeds can grow in the gaps between pavers, requiring regular attention to keep the area looking neat. Additionally, the individual pieces may need repairs or replacements over time, especially in areas exposed to heavy foot traffic or shifting soil.

5. Slip-Resistant Options

Safety around the pool is paramount, and modern concrete finishes offer excellent slip resistance. Textured or stamped concrete can be designed to provide a non-slip surface without compromising aesthetics.

While pavers are also slip-resistant, the uneven surface and gaps between the stones can create potential hazards, especially for children or older adults.

6. Fewer Issues with Weed Growth

The continuous surface of a concrete pool deck eliminates the problem of weeds sprouting between joints. This is a common issue with pavers, as the gaps can become breeding grounds for unwanted plants. Dealing with weeds not only detracts from the deck’s appearance but also adds to your maintenance chores.

7. Quick Installation

If time is a factor in your project, concrete is the clear winner. Once poured, it can be set and ready for use in a matter of days. This quick installation is ideal for builders and property owners who want their pool area completed efficiently.

Pavers, however, require precise placement, which can be time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Conclusion

When choosing between pavers and concrete for your pool area, it’s essential to consider your priorities. If you value cost-efficiency, durability, low maintenance, and a modern aesthetic, concrete is the clear winner. Its versatility in design, combined with its practicality, makes it an excellent choice for both residential and commercial pool decks.

While pavers have their merits, particularly in offering a more traditional look, they often require more upkeep and come with higher costs. For many, the seamless sophistication of concrete aligns perfectly with the vision of a functional, stylish, and easy-to-manage pool area.

Ready to Upgrade Your Pool Deck?

If you're looking to combine the durability of concrete with the design flexibility of pavers, precast concrete pavers offer the best of both worlds. These innovative options provide the sleek, modern look of concrete while allowing for creative layouts and patterns. Contact us today to explore how precast concrete pavers can transform your pool area into a stunning, long-lasting oasis!

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Avoiding Pitfalls When Installing a Large Pool: Why Professionals Are Essential  

Installing a large pool is a major undertaking, one that can significantly enhance your property’s value and create a space for family fun, relaxation, and fitness. However, pool installation is far from simple—it requires meticulous planning, expertise, and precise execution.

Without the proper knowledge, you could encounter costly mistakes that might turn your backyard dream into a logistical nightmare. Here's a detailed look at the common pitfalls to avoid when installing a large pool and why relying on professional pool builders is the best way to ensure a smooth process.

Common Pitfalls in DIY Pool Installation

1. Inadequate Planning

One of the most significant mistakes homeowners make is underestimating the planning phase. Installing a pool involves more than digging a hole and filling it with water. You need to account for:

Permits and zoning laws: Ignoring local regulations can lead to fines or even pool removal.

Site selection: Poor positioning can result in drainage issues, excessive debris from nearby trees, or safety hazards.

Pool size and design: A mismatch between the pool's size and the available space can cause functional and aesthetic problems.

2. Improper Ground Preparation

The ground beneath your pool must be stable and level. Skipping steps like soil testing or grading can lead to structural issues, such as:

Pool shifting or sinking over time.

Cracks in the pool shell due to uneven support.

3. Underestimating Costs

DIY pool projects often run over budget because homeowners fail to consider hidden expenses, such as:

Excavation surprises (e.g., hitting bedrock or underground utilities).

Additional materials for reinforcing the pool structure.

Landscaping and pool deck construction.

4. Inadequate Plumbing and Electrical Work

Pool plumbing and electrical systems are complex and require professional knowledge. Mistakes in these areas can lead to:

Inefficient filtration, resulting in dirty or unsafe water.

Faulty wiring, posing electrical hazards or causing equipment failures.

5. Skipping Safety Features

DIY projects sometimes overlook essential safety features, such as fencing, pool covers, and alarms. This oversight can lead to accidents, particularly if you have children or pets.

6. Incorrect Material Choices

Selecting the wrong materials for your pool liner, tiles, or decking can result in durability issues, frequent repairs, and higher maintenance costs.

Why Professional Installation Is the Best Choice

Hiring professional pool installers like Ocean Blue Pools eliminates the guesswork and ensures your project is completed efficiently, safely, and up to code. Here’s why working with experts is essential:

1. Expert Knowledge and Experience

Professionals have years of experience and are trained to handle every aspect of pool installation, from design to execution. They can:

Conduct accurate site assessments.

Recommend the best pool type (in-ground, fiberglass, concrete, etc.) for your needs.

Handle unexpected challenges, such as poor soil conditions or utility line conflicts.

2. Access to High-Quality Materials

Professional installers have access to premium materials and equipment that may not be available to the average homeowner. This ensures your pool will be durable, long-lasting, and visually stunning.

3. Compliance With Local Laws and Regulations

Navigating permits and zoning laws can be overwhelming. Professionals are well-versed in local codes and can handle the paperwork for you, ensuring that your pool complies with all regulations.

4. Proper Groundwork and Structural Integrity

Expert installers will:

Conduct soil testing to ensure the ground is stable.

Level and reinforce the pool base properly.

Use advanced techniques to prevent future issues, such as cracking or shifting.

How to Choose the Right Professional Pool Installer

When selecting a pool installer, look for the following qualities:

Experience: Choose a company with a proven track record and positive reviews.

Licensing and Insurance: Verify that they are licensed and insured to protect against accidents.

Portfolio: Ask to see examples of their previous work.

Transparency: Ensure they provide clear contracts and estimates.

Customer Service: Choose a company that communicates well and prioritizes your satisfaction.

If you’re located in the Houston area, we recommend Ocean Blue Pools, as they have been servicing the area for a while and have a stellar reputation when it comes to beautiful pool installations.

Want a Large Pool in Your Yard? Hire the Pros!

While installing a large pool might seem like an exciting DIY project, the risks and complexities involved can lead to costly mistakes. By hiring professionals, you’re investing in a stress-free process and a high-quality pool that will bring joy for years to come.

Ready to bring your pool dreams to life? Contact a trusted pool installation company like Ocean Blue Pools today and take the first step toward creating your perfect backyard retreat!

For more information about Pebble Tech and Houston Pool Builders please visit:- Ocean Blue Pools, Inc.

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Residential Roofing Florida: Protecting Your Home from the Elements

Florida’s unique climate demands durable and reliable roofing solutions for homeowners. From hurricane-force winds to intense UV exposure, maintaining a strong and efficient roof is essential for safeguarding your home. If you're navigating the world of residential roofing in Florida, this guide will help you make informed decisions.

The Challenges of Roofing in Florida

Florida’s weather presents several challenges for residential roofs, such as:

Hurricane-Strength Winds: High-speed winds can strip shingles and expose the roof deck.

Intense Sunlight: Prolonged UV exposure causes materials like asphalt shingles to warp or deteriorate.

Heavy Rainfall: Persistent rain increases the risk of leaks and mold growth.

High Humidity: Moisture fosters algae and mildew, affecting both aesthetics and structure.

To combat these conditions, choosing the right roofing material and design is crucial.

Best Roofing Materials for Florida Homes

When it comes to residential roofing in Florida, certain materials stand out for their durability and climate resistance:

Metal Roofing: Known for its long lifespan and resistance to wind, metal is a top choice for Florida homeowners. It also reflects heat, improving energy efficiency.

Tile Roofing: Clay or concrete tiles are ideal for withstanding harsh sunlight and coastal winds, offering longevity and timeless aesthetics.

Asphalt Shingles: Budget-friendly and versatile, asphalt shingles come in a variety of styles and can include UV-resistant options.

Flat Roofs with Reflective Coatings: For modern homes, flat roofs with reflective coatings help reduce cooling costs and resist water pooling.

Each material offers distinct benefits, so consult with a local expert to determine the best fit for your needs.

The Importance of Routine Roof Maintenance

A well-maintained roof can withstand Florida’s climate challenges and prolong its lifespan. Essential maintenance tips include:

Regular Inspections: Check for cracked shingles, loose tiles, or water stains on ceilings.

Debris Removal: Clear leaves and branches to prevent water buildup.

Sealant Checks: Ensure sealants around vents and chimneys are intact.

Mold Prevention: Address mold growth promptly to avoid further damage.

Investing in preventive maintenance can save thousands in repair or replacement costs.

Energy-Efficient Roofing: A Smart Choice for Florida Homes

Florida’s sunshine isn’t just a challenge—it’s an opportunity. Energy-efficient roofing materials like reflective shingles or coatings can lower cooling costs by reducing heat absorption. This eco-friendly upgrade not only saves money but also enhances your home’s comfort.

How to Choose the Best Residential Roofing Contractor in Florida

Selecting the right contractor is key to ensuring quality and durability. Look for:

Experience: A contractor with expertise in residential roofing in Florida will understand the unique demands of the region.

Certifications: Ensure the contractor is certified by leading manufacturers like GAF or Owens Corning.

Customer Reviews: Positive testimonials are a good indicator of reliable service.

Comprehensive Warranties: Opt for contractors offering warranties on both materials and workmanship.

When Is It Time to Replace Your Roof?

Most roofs have a lifespan of 20 to 30 years, depending on the material. Signs you may need a replacement include:

Frequent leaks or water stains.

Significant damage after a storm.

Curling, cracked, or missing shingles.

High energy bills due to poor insulation.

If your roof shows these signs, it might be time for an upgrade.

Why Local Expertise Matters

Florida's climate requires specialized roofing knowledge. A local contractor familiar with state building codes, weather patterns, and best practices can ensure your roof is built to last.

At Roof Service Florida, we specialize in providing tailored solutions for residential roofing in Florida. From repairs to full replacements, our team uses the latest materials and techniques to protect your home.

Final Thoughts

Your roof is your home’s first line of defense against Florida’s elements. Investing in high-quality materials, regular maintenance, and expert installation ensures long-term protection and peace of mind.

If you’re ready to upgrade or repair your roof, contact Roof Service Florida today for a free consultation. Let us help you safeguard your home with durable and energy-efficient solutions tailored to Florida’s unique climate.

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How Much Do House Painters Charge in North Sydney?

Hiring a professional house painter can transform the appearance of your home, but understanding the associated costs is essential for budgeting. In North Sydney, the cost of house painting depends on several factors, including the type of project, the size of the property, the materials used, and the painter’s experience. This guide will help you understand what to expect when hiring house painters in the area.

Factors Affecting the Cost of House Painting in North Sydney

1. Type of Painting Project

The cost of house painting & Swimming pool painters can vary depending on whether you need interior or exterior painting. Exterior painting often costs more due to the preparation required, such as cleaning, scraping, and priming surfaces exposed to the elements. Interior painting may involve fewer complexities but can vary depending on wall textures and the number of rooms.

2. Size of the Property

The size of the area to be painted is one of the most significant factors in determining the cost. Painters generally charge per square meter. In North Sydney, this can range from $20 to $50 per square meter for interior painting and $30 to $60 per square meter for exterior painting. Larger homes naturally require more paint and labor, increasing the overall cost.

3. Condition of Surfaces

If your walls or exterior surfaces are in poor condition, additional preparation work will be required. This can include filling cracks, sanding, repairing damage, or removing old paint. The more preparation needed, the higher the cost of the project.

4. Type and Quality of Paint

The type of paint you choose will also affect the total cost. Premium paints tend to last longer, provide better coverage, and resist fading, but they come at a higher price. On average, paint costs range from $15 to $50 per liter, depending on the brand and quality. Keep in mind that higher-quality paint can reduce the need for frequent repainting, making it a cost-effective choice in the long run.

5. Painter’s Experience and Reputation

Experienced painters & Painting services Sydney with strong reputations often charge more for their services. While hiring a professional might seem costly upfront, their expertise can result in a smoother finish, efficient work, and fewer mistakes. It’s wise to get multiple quotes and compare reviews to ensure you’re getting good value for your investment.

6. Additional Services

Additional services such as color consultation, wallpaper removal, or decorative finishes can add to the overall cost. If you’re looking for a unique or customized look, expect to pay extra for these specialized services.

Typical Costs for Different House Painting Projects

Here’s an approximate breakdown of costs for various house painting projects in North Sydney:

Single Room Interior Painting

Depending on the size and complexity, painting a single room typically involves preparing walls, applying two coats of paint, and finishing touches.

Full Interior Painting: For painting the entire interior of a medium-sized home, costs can vary based on the number of rooms and the total square footage.

Exterior Painting: Exterior painting requires more preparation and higher-grade paints to withstand weather conditions, making it more expensive than interior painting.

Ceiling Painting: Painting ceilings often costs less than walls but requires special techniques and tools for a seamless finish.

Fence or Deck Painting: Outdoor features like fences and decks can add aesthetic value to your property and require durable, weather-resistant paints.

How to Get Accurate Quotes for House Painting in North Sydney

When requesting quotes from painters, provide detailed information about your project. This will help them give you an accurate estimate. Here are some tips:

Measure the Area: Know the square footage of the areas you want painted. This will help painters calculate the amount of paint and labor required.

Describe the Condition: Mention any repairs or preparation work needed, such as fixing cracks or removing wallpaper.

Specify Your Preferences: Let the painter know about your preferred type of paint, finish, or any additional services.

Ask About Inclusions: Confirm whether the quote includes paint costs, preparation, cleanup, and additional fees.

How to Save on House Painting Costs

While professional painting can be expensive, there are ways to manage costs without compromising quality:

Get Multiple Quotes: Compare quotes from at least three painters to find the best value for your budget.

Plan Ahead: Book painters during off-peak seasons, as rates may be lower when demand is less.

Do Some Prep Work Yourself: If possible, clean and prepare surfaces beforehand to reduce labor costs.

Opt for Neutral Colors: Neutral tones are often more affordable and require fewer coats for even coverage.

Invest in Quality Paint: High-quality paint may cost more upfront but can save money in the long run by lasting longer and requiring fewer touch-ups.

Why Hire Professional Painters?

While DIY painting might seem like a cost-saving option, hiring professionals ensures a higher-quality finish and saves you time and effort. Professional painters bring expertise, proper tools, and the ability to handle challenging surfaces or conditions, resulting in a long-lasting and aesthetically pleasing outcome.

Final Thoughts

The cost of House painters North Sydney depends on various factors, including the size of your property, the type of project, and the materials used. By understanding these variables and planning your project carefully, you can find a painting solution that fits your budget while achieving the desired results.

Whether you’re refreshing your interior spaces or enhancing your home’s curb appeal with a new coat of exterior paint, investing in professional painters can make a significant difference. Take the time to compare quotes, ask the right questions, and choose a painter who aligns with your needs and budget.

Read Also: Why Choose Professional Painters in Sydney for Your Home?

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Professional Pool Repair in Tampa by Frontline Pools: Restoring Your Pool’s Performance

Maintaining a pool requires more than just regular cleaning and chemical balancing. Over time, pools can face wear and tear, leading to various issues that may require pool repair in Tampa. Whether it’s a malfunctioning pump, a cracked pool surface, or damaged equipment, it's essential to address these problems promptly to prevent further damage and ensure a safe swimming experience. At Frontline Pools, we offer comprehensive repair services tailored to your pool’s specific needs. Here's a breakdown of the process that ensures your pool is restored to its full potential.

Initial Pool Inspection and Problem Diagnosis

The first and most crucial step in pool repair is conducting a thorough inspection. At Frontline Pools, we begin each project by inspecting your pool for any visible damage or potential issues. This includes checking for cracks, leaks, equipment malfunctions, and surface damage. Our experienced technicians take a detailed look at the entire pool area, including the plumbing, electrical systems, and pool deck, to identify any underlying problems. We also perform a water quality test to ensure that the pool's chemistry is balanced. By diagnosing all issues upfront, we ensure that no problem is overlooked and can provide an accurate and cost-effective repair solution.

Equipment Repair and Replacement

Pool equipment is the heart of a well-functioning pool. Pumps, filters, heaters, and other components ensure the water stays clean, heated, and circulating correctly. If any of these vital pieces of equipment break down, your pool may stop working properly. Frontline Pools offers expert pool repair in Tampa, including diagnosing and repairing malfunctioning equipment. Whether it's a pump failure, a broken heater, or a damaged filter, we have the skills and tools to fix or replace faulty equipment. If repairs are not sufficient, we can recommend high-quality replacement parts that improve the performance of your pool, ensuring it runs efficiently for years to come. Timely repair and replacement of equipment help maintain the safety and comfort of your pool.

Pool Surface and Structural Repairs

The pool surface and structure can suffer from wear and tear, especially in the harsh Florida weather. Cracked tiles, worn-out plaster, and structural damage can lead to leaks and further deterioration if not addressed quickly. At Frontline Pools, we specialize in pool repair in Tampa that involves resurfacing, tile repair, and patching cracks. Our team uses durable materials designed to restore the aesthetic appeal and integrity of your pool. Whether you need to resurface your pool with fresh plaster or fix chipped tiles, we ensure that the repair work is not only functional but enhances the overall look of your pool. Addressing surface and structural damage early can save you from expensive repairs down the road.

Post-Repair Testing and Preventative Care

Once the necessary repairs have been completed, the next step is testing the pool to ensure everything is functioning correctly. At Frontline Pools, we take the time to test the equipment, check for leaks, and assess the water chemistry. After the repairs, our team ensures that all systems are up and running efficiently before your pool is ready for use. We also provide valuable preventative care tips to help you avoid future repairs. Regular maintenance, such as checking the equipment, balancing the chemicals, and keeping the pool clean, can significantly extend the lifespan of your pool and reduce the likelihood of future issues.

Conclusion

When it comes to pool repair in Tampa, Frontline Pools is your trusted partner for ensuring that your pool stays in top condition. We provide expert repair services, from equipment restoration and surface repair to structural fixes and ongoing maintenance. Our team is committed to delivering high-quality work with attention to detail, ensuring that your pool remains a safe, enjoyable place for you and your family.

Whether you're dealing with a minor leak, broken equipment, or a more significant structural issue, don’t wait for the problem to worsen. Contact Frontline Pools today for a comprehensive inspection and repair service. With our years of experience, we guarantee your pool will be repaired with care and precision, allowing you to dive back into worry-free enjoyment.

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Roof Repair Problems and Their Solutions

1. Roof Leaks

Problem: Leaks happen when shingles are damaged, flashing is cracked, or roofing materials wear out. This allows water to get inside, causing stains, mold, and possible damage to the structure.

Solution:

Replace Shingles: If shingles are missing or broken, replace them to stop water from getting in.

Fix Flashing: Repair or replace cracked flashing around chimneys, vents, or skylights to seal gaps.

Seal Cracks: Apply roof sealant to smaller cracks to temporarily stop leaks.

2. Missing or Damaged Shingles

Problem: Strong winds, hail, or aging can make shingles crack, curl, or fall off. This exposes the roof and can lead to leaks.

Solution:

Replace Shingles: Replace missing or broken shingles quickly to protect the roof.

Check the Roof: If many shingles are missing, the roof might need to be replaced soon.

3. Clogged Gutters

Problem: When gutters get clogged with leaves and debris, water backs up onto the roof, causing leaks and mold in the attic or ceilings.

Solution:

Clean Gutters: Regularly clean gutters to keep them clear and let water flow freely.

Install Gutter Guards: Gutter guards can help prevent debris from collecting.

Fix or Replace Gutters: If gutters are damaged or broken, they should be repaired or replaced.

4. Roof Flashing Issues

Problem: Flashing is metal around roof features like chimneys or vents. Over time, it can rust, shift, or loosen, allowing water inside.

Solution:

Repair Flashing: Reseal or replace damaged flashing to prevent leaks.

Install New Flashing: If the roof is old, put in new flashing for long-term protection.

5. Ponding or Pooling Water

Problem: Flat roofs can collect water in low areas, which can damage the roof and cause leaks.

Solution:

Adjust the Roof Slope: Make sure the roof is sloped properly to help water drain off.

Add Drains: Install extra drains to help water flow off the roof.

Resurface the Roof: For old roofs, resurfacing or installing a new membrane can help with drainage.

6. Mold or Mildew Growth

Problem: Mold or mildew grows when there is too much moisture from leaks, poor ventilation, or high humidity. It can weaken the roof and cause health problems.

Solution:

Remove Mold: Clean and remove mold immediately with safe cleaning products.

Improve Ventilation: Add proper roof ventilation to reduce moisture buildup.

Fix Leaks: Repair any leaks quickly to prevent moisture from causing mold.

7. Roof Deck Damage

Problem: The roof deck is the main base of the roof. Damage from water or pests can weaken the whole structure. It's hard to spot until it causes big problems.

Solution:

Get a Roof Inspection: Have a professional inspect the roof to check for damage.

Replace the Deck: If the deck is badly damaged, it may need to be replaced.

8. Granule Loss from Shingles

Problem: Asphalt shingles have granules that protect them from the sun and weather. Over time, these granules wear off, leaving the roof more vulnerable to damage.

Solution:

Replace Shingles: If there is a lot of granule loss, replace the shingles.

Apply Roof Coating: A protective coating may help extend the life of the shingles.

9. Ice Dams

Problem: In cold weather, ice can build up along the roof edges, blocking water from draining. This can cause leaks inside the house.

Solution:

Insulate the Attic: Good insulation helps keep the roof temperature steady and prevents ice buildup.

Install Heat Cables: Heat cables along the roof edge can melt ice and allow water to flow off.

Remove Ice Dams: If ice dams form, a professional can safely remove them.

10. Roof Age

Problem: Older roofs become weaker, and problems like leaks or worn shingles are more common. If your roof is over 20 years old, it might need to be replaced.

Solution:

Replace the Roof: If the roof is too old or too damaged, it’s better to replace it to ensure better protection and energy efficiency.

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Revitalize Your Concrete with Professional Restoration Services in Salt Lake City

Concrete surfaces are known for their durability and versatility, but over time, wear and tear can take a toll. Cracks, discoloration, and structural damage can detract from the beauty and functionality of your property. Fortunately, professional restoration services from Hardrockconcretecoatings.com in Salt Lake City offer the perfect solution to bring your concrete back to life.

Understanding Concrete Restoration

Concrete restoration is the process of repairing and renewing old or damaged concrete to restore its original appearance and strength. This method is more cost-effective and eco-friendly compared to complete replacement. It is ideal for driveways, patios, pool decks, sidewalks, and commercial flooring that have suffered from weather exposure, heavy use, or aging.

With advancements in technology and techniques, concrete repair salt lake city restoration not only fixes surface imperfections but also provides a protective layer to enhance longevity and aesthetics.

The Importance of Expert Intervention

Attempting to repair concrete on your own can lead to unsatisfactory results or even further damage. Professional services ensure precision, durability, and tailored solutions. Hardrock Concrete Coatings specializes in delivering top-notch concrete restoration, utilizing industry-leading materials and techniques to achieve seamless results.

Their team of experts evaluates each project to determine the best restoration approach, guaranteeing a long-lasting and visually appealing finish.

Benefits of Concrete Restoration

Restoring concrete surfaces offers numerous advantages:

Cost-Effectiveness Restoration is significantly less expensive than replacing concrete entirely. It saves both time and resources while delivering comparable results.

Enhanced Durability Professional restoration strengthens the structural integrity of concrete, protecting it from future damage caused by weather, chemicals, or heavy loads.

Aesthetic Appeal Restoration improves the appearance of concrete surfaces, making them look as good as new. With options for customization, you can choose finishes that suit your style.

Eco-Friendly Solution By preserving existing concrete, restoration minimizes waste and reduces the environmental impact associated with demolition and replacement.

Hardrock Concrete Coatings: A Trusted Name

Hardrockconcretecoatings.com is a trusted provider of concrete restoration services in Salt Lake City. Known for their expertise and commitment to quality, they specialize in transforming worn-out concrete into robust and elegant surfaces.

Their services include:

Crack Repairs: Sealing and reinforcing cracks to prevent further damage.

Resurfacing: Applying a new layer of concrete or coating to revitalize surfaces.

Polishing and Sealing: Enhancing aesthetics while providing protection against stains and moisture.

Decorative Finishes: Offering a range of textures, colors, and patterns to create a unique look.

Steps in the Restoration Process

Hardrock Concrete Coatings follows a meticulous process to ensure outstanding results:

Assessment The team conducts a thorough inspection of the concrete surface to identify issues such as cracks, spalling, or discoloration.

Preparation Surfaces are cleaned and prepped to ensure proper adhesion of repair materials. This step includes removing dirt, debris, and any existing coatings.

Repair Damaged areas are addressed with precision using high-quality materials to restore structural integrity.

Resurfacing or Coating A fresh layer of concrete or protective coating is applied, tailored to the desired finish and functionality.

Final Touches Polishing and sealing complete the process, ensuring a durable and attractive result.

Applications of Concrete Restoration

Concrete restoration is versatile and can be applied to:

Residential Properties: Driveways, patios, walkways, and garage floors.

Commercial Spaces: Warehouses, retail floors, and parking lots.

Outdoor Areas: Pool decks, parks, and public pathways.

Trust Hardrockconcretecoatings.com for Long-Lasting Solutions

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Whether you’re dealing with minor cracks or extensive wear, their team can handle projects of all sizes, ensuring your concrete surfaces look and perform their best for years to come.

 

Don’t let damaged concrete diminish the beauty and functionality of your property. With professional restoration services from Hardrockconcretecoatings.com in Salt Lake City, you can transform worn-out surfaces into durable and visually appealing assets. Trust the experts to deliver a solution that stands the test of time.

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Enhancing Pool Decks with Stamped Concrete in Kendall and Golden Beach, FL: A Durable, Stylish, and Slip-Resistant Choice 

Stamped concrete is becoming a popular choice for pool decks across Florida, especially in places like Kendall and Golden Beach, where outdoor living spaces are an essential part of daily life. With the sunny climate and high foot traffic around pools, homeowners are increasingly looking for pool deck materials that combine safety, durability, and aesthetic appeal. Stamped concrete in Kendall and Golden Beach, FL, fits these needs perfectly, offering a slip-resistant surface and a wide variety of customizable designs that transform any pool area into a beautiful and functional space.

Why Choose Stamped Concrete for the Pool Deck? Stamped concrete stands out among pool deck materials for its versatility and resilience. Traditional options, such as natural stone or pavers, look beautiful but often require more maintenance and can become costly over time. Here are several key reasons stamped concrete has emerged as an ideal option for pool decks.

1. Slip-Resistant Surface for Safety One of the primary concerns around a pool area is safety. Slippery surfaces increase the risk of falls, especially when water from the pool splashes onto the deck. Stamped concrete, however, can be designed with slip-resistant finishes to minimize this risk, making it a safer choice for families, guests, and anyone using the pool.

During installation, a textured finish can be applied to the stamped concrete to increase traction. Pool deck coatings can also be added to enhance the slip resistance, making it an excellent choice for areas that stay wet. In addition to being slip-resistant, stamped concrete is durable enough to withstand frequent foot traffic, chlorine exposure, and the effects of heat and humidity common to Florida’s climate.

2. Low Maintenance and Long-Lasting Durability Unlike traditional materials that may crack, shift, or fade over time, stamped concrete is extremely low-maintenance. With proper installation and sealing, it requires minimal upkeep and retains its appearance for years. The sealed surface of stamped concrete is resistant to mold and mildew, which is particularly useful in humid areas like Kendall and Golden Beach.

Stamped concrete is also a continuous slab, which reduces the problem of weeds or grass growing between pavers, saving homeowners from constant maintenance. Occasional resealing every couple of years is typically all that’s needed to keep a stamped concrete pool deck looking fresh and protecting it from chlorine, UV rays, and general wear and tear. 3. Customizable Designs and Colors for a Unique Look A major advantage of stamped concrete is its design flexibility. The material can be stamped, textured, and colored to mimic natural materials like stone, brick, slate, or even wood. This versatility allows homeowners to choose a style that complements their landscape, home architecture, or personal preferences. Popular patterns for pool decks include stone-like textures, brick patterns, and even wood grain finishes for a rustic appeal. Colors can range from natural earth tones to vibrant shades, creating a seamless transition between the pool and the surrounding areas. Customizable options enable the homeowner to create a pool deck that feels unique, whether aiming for a modern look, a tropical paradise feel, or a classic Mediterranean style. 4. Cost-Effectiveness Compared to Natural Stone and Pavers Stamped concrete is often more affordable than installing natural stone or tiles, yet it provides a similar aesthetic appeal. As it is poured as a continuous slab, stamped concrete generally involves less labor and installation time compared to laying individual stones or pavers, which can significantly reduce overall costs.

In addition to lower installation costs, stamped concrete’s durability means fewer repairs and replacements over the years. This cost-effectiveness makes it an attractive option for homeowners looking to achieve a high-end look without breaking the bank.

5. Heat-Reflective Finishes for comfort With Florida’s intense sunshine, pool decks can quickly become hot and uncomfortable underfoot. Many stamped concrete finishes can be treated with light-reflective sealants or coatings that help to reduce heat absorption. By selecting lighter colors and applying a heat-reflective sealant, homeowners can create a cooler, more comfortable surface that is pleasant to walk on, even on hot summer days. ​ 6. Environmentally Friendly ​ As stamped concrete doesn’t involve cutting and transporting individual stones or pavers, it can be a more environmentally friendly option. The continuous pour reduces material waste, and when the concrete is made with locally sourced materials, it helps to reduce the carbon footprint of the project. Additionally, stamped concrete’s durability means it needs fewer replacements, further minimizing its environmental impact over time.

The Perfect Balance of Beauty, Safety, and Durability

Choosing stamped concrete for a pool deck or patio pavers in Aventura and Miami Beach, FL, for the patio provides the perfect balance of beauty, safety, and durability. The slip-resistant surface and customization options of stamped concrete allow homeowners to create a stunning and functional pool area, while the low maintenance and long-lasting nature of stamped concrete make it a practical choice for years to come.

With professional installation, stamped concrete can elevate any pool area into a beautiful, safe, and comfortable outdoor space.

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Seasonal Dock Removal: How to Protect Your Investment During Winter

A dock is a significant investment that provides countless benefits for waterfront property owners. However, as winter approaches, freezing temperatures, ice formation, and seasonal storms can jeopardize your dock's structure and longevity. Properly removing your dock for the winter is a crucial step in ensuring its protection and extending its lifespan.

What is the Importance of Seasonal Dock Removal

Preventing Ice Damage

Ice is one of the most significant threats to docks during winter. Expanding ice can exert tremendous pressure on dock structures, causing warping, cracking, or complete failure. Removing your dock before freezing temperatures arrive helps avoid costly damage.

Protecting Against Storms

Winter storms bring high winds, rough waters, and floating debris, which can destabilize or damage your dock. Seasonal removal ensures your dock is safely stored away from these elements.

Preserving Dock Longevity

Seasonal removal minimizes wear and tear caused by harsh winter conditions. By protecting your dock during this period, you can extend its usability and reduce maintenance costs.

Preparing for Dock Removal

Choose the Right Time

Timing is crucial for dock removal. Ideally, remove your dock before freezing temperatures set in and ice begins to form.

Monitor weather forecasts to identify the first signs of winter.

Avoid removing the dock during high winds or rough water conditions.

Gather Necessary Tools

Having the right equipment makes the removal process safer and more efficient.

Tools like wrenches, screwdrivers, and pliers for disassembling parts.

Safety gear such as gloves, boots, and a life jacket.

A winch or dolly for moving heavy dock sections.

Inspect the Dock

Before removal, inspect your dock for damage or wear.

Check for loose bolts, cracks, or structural instability.

Note areas needing repairs before reinstallation in spring.

Step-by-Step Guide to Dock Removal

Remove Accessories and Equipment

Begin by detaching all accessories and equipment to prevent damage during the process.

Remove ladders, benches, cleats, and other add-ons.

Disconnect utilities like electricity and water supply.

Store accessories in a safe, dry place for winter.

Disconnect the Dock from the Shoreline

Carefully detach the dock from the shoreline or mounting points.

Loosen and remove anchoring mechanisms such as chains or ropes.

Ensure the dock is free from any fixed structures like pilings or retaining walls.

Disassemble Dock Sections

For modular docks, dismantle the structure into manageable sections.

Start with outer sections and work toward the shoreline.

Label parts to simplify reassembly in the spring.

Avoid dragging sections over rough surfaces to prevent damage.

Transport and Store Dock Sections

Move dock sections to a safe storage location, ideally away from moisture and direct sunlight.

Use a winch, dolly, or team effort for heavy sections.

Store sections on a flat surface, elevated from the ground to prevent contact with snow or pooling water.

Tips for Winterizing Floating and Fixed Docks

Floating Docks

Drain water - Remove water from floats to prevent freezing and expansion.

Anchor securely - If removal isn’t an option, anchor the dock in a deep area where ice is less likely to form.

Fixed Docks

Protect with skirting - Install protective skirting to shield pilings and supports from ice.

Consider partial removal - Detach vulnerable parts, such as railings or decking, while leaving pilings intact.

Storing your Dock for Winter

Proper storage is key to ensuring your dock remains in good condition during the off-season.

Choose a Safe Location

Store dock sections in a secure area away from heavy snowfall, moisture, and debris.

Opt for an indoor facility, such as a garage or shed.

If outdoor storage is necessary, use tarps or covers to protect against weather.

Clean and Maintain

Thoroughly clean your dock sections before storage.

Remove algae, dirt, and debris to prevent staining or deterioration.

Apply protective coatings to wood or metal surfaces for added durability.

Organize Accessories

Keep all dock accessories and hardware organized for easy reassembly.

Store bolts, screws, and brackets in labeled containers.

Keep accessories like ladders and cleats in one area to avoid misplacement.

Hiring Professional Dock Removal Services

For many property owners, hiring professionals is the best option for seasonal dock removal. Experienced technicians ensure the process is safe and efficient.

Benefits of Professional Services

Expertise - Professionals have the tools and knowledge to handle complex docks.

Time-saving - Save yourself the physical effort and time investment.

Safety - Minimize risks associated with heavy lifting and cold weather.

Choosing a Reliable Service

Research local dock removal companies with positive reviews and recommendations.

Confirm that the service includes disassembly, transportation, and storage.

Ask about additional options like inspection or maintenance during removal.

Common Mistakes to Avoid

Waiting Too Long

Delaying dock removal increases the risk of damage from sudden weather changes. Schedule removal early to avoid rushing.

Neglecting Accessories

Failing to remove or secure accessories can lead to unnecessary damage or loss during winter.

Improper Storage

Storing dock sections in unsuitable locations exposes them to moisture, pests, and other hazards.

Skipping Maintenance

Ignoring maintenance needs during removal can lead to costly repairs in the future. Seasonal dock removal is a vital step in protecting your waterfront investment from winter’s harsh elements. Serv-a-Dock is the best option if you are looking for dock removal service in Lake Minnetonka. Contact them via email or by calling 952-443-2811.

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Transforming Spaces with Excellence: Prince & Walter Concrete Contractor

Introduction Concrete plays a pivotal role in shaping the structures and spaces we inhabit daily. Whether you’re planning a new driveway, repairing existing surfaces, or envisioning a stylish patio, choosing skilled professionals ensures lasting results. Prince & Walter Concrete Contractor is a trusted name for all your concrete needs, offering reliable services backed by years of expertise. With a focus on quality, precision, and customer satisfaction, we are your ultimate choice when searching for concrete contractors near me.

In this comprehensive guide, we’ll delve into the exceptional services we provide, highlighting why we stand out among concrete companies near me. From patios to driveways and repairs, our team delivers solutions tailored to your unique needs.

Comprehensive Concrete Services by Prince & Walter

1. Patio Perfection: Transforming Outdoor Spaces

As premier concrete patio contractors near me, we specialize in designing and constructing patios that enhance your outdoor living experience. A well-crafted concrete patio offers durability, low maintenance, and aesthetic appeal.

Customization: Our team collaborates with you to create a patio that complements your home’s architecture and reflects your style.

Stamped and Decorative Concrete: Add elegance with stamped or colored concrete options that mimic stone, brick, or tile patterns.

Durability: Our patios are built to withstand weather changes and heavy use, ensuring longevity.

2. Driveway Expertise: Functional and Stylish

Your driveway is one of the first elements visitors notice, making it essential to combine functionality with visual appeal. As reliable concrete driveway contractors near me, we prioritize both.

New Driveway Installation: From planning to completion, we ensure every detail is executed to perfection.

Repair and Resurfacing: Cracks and wear can impact the safety and appearance of your driveway. Our repair services restore its integrity and beauty.

Textured Finishes: Prevent slipping and enhance aesthetics with broom-finished or textured concrete options.

3. Repair Solutions: Restoring Integrity

Concrete surfaces endure significant wear and tear over time. As your go-to professionals for concrete repairs near me, we address all types of issues, from minor cracks to major structural damage.

Comprehensive Assessments: We conduct thorough inspections to determine the root cause of damage.

Advanced Techniques: Our team employs cutting-edge methods to repair surfaces effectively, ensuring long-term durability.

Preventive Measures: We also provide sealing and maintenance tips to prolong your concrete’s lifespan.

4. Versatile Applications: Beyond Basics

In addition to patios and driveways, we cater to a wide array of concrete projects, including sidewalks, pool decks, foundations, and retaining walls. Our versatility makes us a trusted choice among concrete companies near me.

Why Choose Prince & Walter Concrete Contractor?

1. Expertise You Can Trust

With years of experience, we have honed our skills to deliver unparalleled craftsmanship. Our team comprises licensed professionals dedicated to exceeding your expectations.

2. Quality Materials and Techniques

We use high-grade materials and industry-leading techniques to ensure every project meets the highest standards of durability and aesthetics.

3. Personalized Service

Every project is unique, and we tailor our services to meet your specific requirements. From consultation to execution, we prioritize your vision and satisfaction.

4. Timely and Efficient Execution

We understand the value of your time and adhere to strict timelines without compromising on quality.

5. Competitive Pricing

Our services are competitively priced, offering value without hidden costs.

Our Process: From Start to Finish

Initial Consultation

Discuss your project ideas, goals, and budget.

Receive professional recommendations tailored to your needs.

Design and Planning

Detailed designs and plans are created to align with your vision.

Material options and finishes are presented for selection.

Implementation

Skilled technicians execute the project with precision and attention to detail.

Regular updates keep you informed about progress.

Final Inspection and Handover

Comprehensive quality checks ensure every aspect meets our rigorous standards.

We provide maintenance tips for lasting results.

Sustainability in Concrete Construction

At Prince & Walter, we are committed to eco-friendly practices. Our sustainable solutions include:

Recycled Materials: Utilizing recycled aggregates to minimize waste.

Energy-Efficient Processes: Implementing methods that reduce energy consumption during construction.

Durable Builds: Creating long-lasting structures reduces the need for frequent replacements.

Partner with the Best in Concrete Services

When searching for concrete contractors near me, Prince & Walter Concrete Contractor is the name you can rely on. Our unwavering dedication to quality, innovation, and customer satisfaction makes us a leader in the industry.

Whether you need a striking patio, a functional driveway, or reliable repairs, our team delivers excellence at every step. Experience the difference of working with a company that values your vision as much as you do.

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Can You Stamp Over Old Concrete? Here’s What You Need to Know

Tired of looking at dull, cracked concrete? Maybe you're dreaming of a sleek, textured finish but don’t want to rip out the old slab. Good news—stamping over old concrete is totally possible! With Stamp Concrete Overlays, you can give your worn-out surfaces a new lease on life without the hassle of starting from scratch.

Wondering what to prepare for and how it operates? Let’s break it down.

What Exactly Are Stamp Concrete Overlays?

Think of Stamp Concrete Overlays as a makeover for your concrete. It’s a thin layer of specially designed concrete or polymer material applied over the existing surface. This overlay is then stamped with decorative patterns to mimic textures like stone, brick, or wood.

The result? A brand-new, eye-catching surface that’s durable, stylish, and way more affordable than replacing the entire slab.

Can Any Old Concrete Be Stamped Over?

Not all old concrete is a perfect candidate, but most can be saved. Before jumping in, a professional will check the condition of your slab.

Here’s what they’ll look for:

Cracks: Small cracks? No problem. But major structural issues might need repair first.

Surface Damage: Chipped or spalling areas are usually easy to fix with a bit of prep.

Stability: The slab must be stable. It is a warning sign if it is sinking or moving.

If your concrete passes the test, Stamp Concrete Overlays can work wonders!

How Does the Stamping Process Work?

Once the prep work is done—cleaning, repairing cracks, and smoothing rough spots—the fun begins:

Applying the Overlay: A fresh layer of overlay material is spread across the surface.

Stamping the Pattern: While the material is still wet, custom stamps create the desired texture or design. Popular options include cobblestone, slate, and even woodgrain.

Adding Color: Coloring agents give your new surface a natural, realistic finish.

Sealing It Up: A protective sealant locks everything in, ensuring your overlay stands up to wear and tear.

Why Choose Stamp Concrete Overlays?

Besides saving time and money, Stamp Concrete Overlays bring a lot to the table:

Versatility: Transform patios, driveways, pool decks, and even indoor floors.

Durability: Properly installed overlays last for years, resisting cracks and stains.

Customization: With endless patterns and colors, your design options are virtually limitless.

Plus, it’s an eco-friendly choice! By reusing the existing slab, you’re reducing waste and conserving resources.

Is It Worth It?

If your old concrete is in decent shape, then absolutely! Stamp Concrete Overlays can give you the look of premium materials without the premium price tag. Just make sure to hire a skilled contractor who knows their way around overlays—this ensures a flawless finish.

If your old concrete is in decent shape, then absolutely! Stamp Concrete Overlays can give you the look of premium materials without the premium price tag. Just make sure to hire a skilled contractor who knows their way around overlays—this ensures a flawless finish.

So, what are you waiting for? Today, give your old concrete a makeover!