#Skip Bins company

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Why Skip Bins Are Mandatory For Construction Sites?

Effective waste management procedures must be carried out at any construction site to keep it free from debris and unwanted clutter. This can be done very quickly when the construction contractor decides to hire skip bins as they offer a simple but very impactful solution for overall waste management and garbage disposal. We have outlined the key benefits of using skip bins for handling construction waste.

HOW SKIP BINS MAKE CONSTRUCTION SITES MORE EFFICIENT?

Professional skip bin service providers can help you streamline your operations at construction sites and enhance their efficiency significantly. A construction contractor just has to hire a skip bin in Adelaide of suitable sizes and those matching the type of garbage being generated at the site. This will keep the entire site well-organised, and you will have a peaceful experience.

COMPLY WITH LEGAL AND ENVIRONMENTAL STANDARDS

The concept of skip bin hire helps meet the legal and environmental standards very easily. This is a challenge for the construction contractor as they have to spend a lot of time in navigating the legal, environmental laws, and regulations related to waste disposal. This is where professionals offering skip bin hire services can be very efficient as they will provide a hassle-free method to meet all the standards. You can be assured that the waste is disposed of correctly when you hire a skip bin and comply with local laws, and stay immune from legal complications.

THE ECONOMIC BENEFITS OF SKIP BIN HIRE SERVICES

Handling waste disposal can become daunting, but when you hire a skip bin, you can be assured that the task is simplified and a lot of money is also saved. There is a lot of expenditure involved like labour costs, transportation costs and even penalties for not handling the garbage as per local laws. But when you hire a skip bin in Adelaide, you eliminate all these financial burdens and, as said above, comply with local waste remove handling laws and guidelines.

The skip bins are available in different sizes that you can choose from to match your project's scale. This means you will not pay for space you don't need or hire a small skip bin that is insufficient for you.

A significant advantage of skip bins is that they can hold various construction waste. In fact, skip bins are available for hiring a mix of materials. This means you can dump anything in them, ranging from bricks to concrete, electric waste, and so on, apart from bio-hazardous and hazardous waste.

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Cheapest Skip Hire: Finding The Cheapest Option For Your Needs

For homeowners, contractors, and businesses who have to dispose of large quantities of waste, skip hire is a vital service. Skip hire prices can vary greatly, so it can be difficult to find the cheapest skip hire, like BestPriceSkipBins Australia, that suits your needs. This blog will provide some tips and tricks to help you find the best skip hire option that suits your needs.

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A garden can be a wonderful thing, but it also creates a lot of waste. After all, you need to dispose of cuttings and leaves once they have dried out. 

However, if you thinking about Affordable skips for hire service Christchurch for your garden waste disposal needs then this is no longer an issue. Skips are the most efficient way to clear your garden of debris and make sure it stays neat and tidy for years to come!

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How To Pick The Best Skip Bins Hire Companies For Waste Disposal?

Hiring a skip bin hire company is not an easy task. There are many things that you need to consider before hiring a Skip bins Adelaide company. You can find out everything about the company by checking out its website, but there are some other things that you need to check as well.

Check the skip bins hire company's driver's license

To ensure the safety of your favorite employees and customers, it is recommended that you check the driver’s license of a skip bins hire Adelaide company. Your business should not hire a skip bin hire company if its driver’s license has expired.

Checking whether or not a driver has any previous convictions for dangerous driving, driving under the influence of alcohol/drugs/medication or other criminal actions will also help to ensure that your staff and customers are safe during their visit to your premises.

Check whether the company accepts cash and credit cards

The next thing you need to check is whether the company accepts cash and credit cards. Some companies only accept cash, so you will have to make sure that you have enough cash on hand before hiring a skip bin.

If a business only accepts credit cards, then you will need a credit card in order to hire one of their bins. On the other hand, some companies accept both cash and credit cards.

You should also make sure that you ask about any additional costs. Some companies charge extra for specific items, like if you want them to pick up the bin when they are done with it or if you need an extra day or two of service.

Customer feedback is always useful for new customers

Customer feedback is always useful for new customers. If you are new to Skip bins hire Adelaide, then customer feedback is important. You can find out what other people thought about the company and how they rated them on various aspects like reliability, price etc.

It will help you make an informed decision before hiring a company for your waste disposal needs!

In the end, you should always judge a company by what their customers say about them. If they have received positive feedback from most people, then it’s a good sign that you can trust them. Just make sure to check out their customer service page on their website first!

Things you need to know before hiring a skip bin hire companies

There are some things you need to check before hiring a skip bin hire company.

Check their license.

Check whether they accept cash and credit cards.

Check customer feedback on the internet or social media sites like Facebook, Twitter, etc., about their service quality and if there were any complaints against them in the past.

You can also ask your friends who may have hired these companies before if they were satisfied with their services and if there were any problems during their work or after work as well - this will give you an idea about whether that company is worth hiring or not!

Conclusion

In short, if you want to hire a Skip bin Adelaide, then the best way is to go through reviews and ratings. You can also search for your local companies on various platforms and compare prices. The final decision should be based on the reputation of the company, its track record, pricing as well as other factors like customer care support.

Source:https://bluebinsadelaide.wordpress.com/2022/12/16/how-to-pick-the-best-skip-bins-hire-companies-for-waste-disposal/

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raider masterlist

dark!Joel x f!reader | updated: August 29, 2024: calling him daddy

moodboard by @milla-frenchy 🖤 a rb will not stay up-to-date.

SUMMARY: He's a bad guy, and you're his good girl. Joel saves you from bad men, but claims you for himself. His persona starts to crack, but he gets even more possessive. You're his world, and he'll do anything to keep you. Emotional slow burn but smut the whole time. WARNINGS: 18+ canon-typical violence, noncon via implicit threat, evolving to enthusiastic dubious consent (stockholm syndrome), depraved use of praise and pet names (sweet pea, baby), unsafe P in V, exhibitionism, extreme possessiveness, dark fluff (🖤), angst, and more. NO USE of Y/N, No physical description of reader.

Spotify: raider, sweet pea (smut) Optional reference: trailer floor plan

Carter masterlist

main story

Note, non-bold links in this section were written out of order and may contain spoilers or references to future events. their placement in this list is based on timeline.

Raider: (Mar 24, 2023) - He "saves" you, then has his way with you but is kinda sweet about it. Joel POV (Oct 3, 1k)

Failed Rescue (Apr 8 - 1.9k) Your bf tries to save you. Joel makes him watch then keeps you.

Stash House (Apr 11 - 850)- Joel takes you to the stash house and shows everyone you're his. Wash Bin 🖤 (Aug 27, 1k) Shooting Practice Drabble(Jul 28, 1.6k)

Failed Escape (Apr 23, 4k)- Joel saves you from FEDRA, bathes you, amd edges you.

J. Miller (May 19, 2k) - Joel labels you with his switchblade and claims all your holes. dark. Can be skipped.

Home (May 29, 1.3k) - Joel makes dinner at home, cleans your chest, and tucks you in. 🖤

Company (Jun 9, 2.2k) - Joel brings home a girl to distract his men. dark. Extra Scene - angst.

Close (Jul 3, 2.7k) - close call with other raiders. You-almost-died sex, and later, tender sex 🖤

Gun Hug (Jul 31, 3.7k) - Joel traps 2 bad guys with some help and kills them while you. . .🖤 If you want him (1.5k) - he holds out to see🖤

Night Air (Aug 30, 3.5k) - Joel is brutal with a bad guy and his POV reveals some feelings. 🖤 Bonus blurb, wakeup pwp drabble

Hunger (Sep 29, 7k) - Joel takes you on a trek, comforts you, kills a guy, and gives you head. 🖤 He's only human (1.1k) - 👱‍♂️Carter POV, overlaps w/ hunger.

Bodies (Dec 3, 7.8k) - Strangers show up and cause a shitstorm, but Joel takes a big step. 🖤 Raider POV

No cliffhangers. Bulletin from Tox

more (drabbles, etc)

🔥 smut

Trying to use him (800) (riding) 🔥

House meeting drabble 🖤

You get sick at night drabble 🖤

He goes down on you (oral f) 🔥

If you touched his scar

if men had hurt you in the past

if you got your period 🖤

magazine and makeup 🖤

yoga pwp drabble piv 1k 🔥

boots drabble (oral f receiving) 🔥

graveyard blurb (spice)

if you bit his arm drabble (p in v) 🔥

If you snapped (emotional spice) 🖤

face sitting on sofa 🔥

being bad, looking good (2.8k, smut) 🔥

Van ride drabble (800) 🖤

sleeping beast (<1k), PWP 🔥

If Joel was sick 🖤

If you were annoying

cutting his hair 🖤

waking up on top 🔥

tired 🖤

waking up on top again 🔥

Sweet pea overhears Joel 🔥

Choking on his dick (600) 🔥

his birthday 🥺

if she called him daddy 🔥

Note: not all content is linked. Asks can lead to lore, snippets, and previews or hints of future plot points, etc. which are not added here.

Headcanons (not written like fic)

If another man has his way (Q&A)

dacryphilia - evolved update (Q&A)

if you had scars or tattoos (Q&A)

👱‍♂️raider carter Qs, face claim (Q&A)

sweet pea by herself

If you sketched Joel and Jack

Apple picking 🖤

Responding to a Nightmare

accidentally hurting her

Analysis (#raider!analysis)

why does he keep her

why did he snap (in Company extra scene)

his eye contact

his affection / feelings, trajectory 🖤

falling for sweet pea

his self hate and her feelings

the dog and joel's concern for you

awareness of growth / why keep her

Raider Tommy

Birds of prey (2.6k)

Art, etc.

Mattress by esquire magazine

Stitches by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

collage by @milla-frenchy

lose control edit by @survivingandenduring

🌸 sweet pea mood boards by various

6 month collage by milla-frenchy

6 month cake by not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

🌸 sweet pea cosplay from night air

👱‍♂️carter mood board by @romana-after-dark

pts. 1-3 rb mood boards by @iamasaddie

night air gif by not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

raider/sweet pea collage by milla

sweet pea's pup by @dark-scape

want it that bad gif by @dark-scape

Bodies gif by not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

👱‍♂️carter mood board by milla-frenchy

Then and now drawing by @romana-after-dark

Raider/sweet pea drawings by @lumoverheaven

our stars moodboard by milla

raiding edits by gasolinerainbowpuddles

under the anger by iamasaddie

🎥 Trailer (video) by @carminepoison

birthday sketch by @lumoverheaven

In love w raider by @milla-frenchy

✨ checks that you're ok 🐺 by milla

If I've left yours off please lmk I prob tagged improperly

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🖤 If mine or another writer's work has inspired yours, it's always better late than never to share / shout-out 🖤

[cokou]

❝ PATIENCE ❞

[T. Law × Reader] [ロー×リーダー]

summary* "Stop annoying me will ya'?!" "No." warnings* SMUT* Rope restraints* note ✉* ~ new writing style again lolzz, been a while since i wrote for our dear Law so here it is. // Don't translate or transfer any of my works, this is my only account (Exp. Ao3) // Will not be crossposted anywhere. // Masterlist♡

Another day to annoy your captain. You had picked up a stupid trait of yours to annoy your captain every chance you get, and there is stopping at all. You loved seeing the annoyed expression of your captain everytime he hears the doorknob clink as you enter his office, making himself mentally prepared by your stupid antics.

Today, you're thinking about making him suffer 20x more than your usual personality. Thinking of ways to make him as annoyed as possible, you maybe thought of;

—'accidentally' spilling coffee over his hard work.

—thrashing around crumpling some paperwork of his into the trash. [DENIED]

—Just disturb im so no work is absolutely done.

"Option three sounds like the best... definitely won't get too much of an argument with him maybe.." You scratch your head as you try to make decisions. Thinking about the consequences of each action you will soon make, eventually you went with option three for the most harmless one.

You skipped out of your room, heading towards the Polar Tang's corridors. You couldn't help but bite back giggles as you think of what will possibly happen afterwards,

You finally reach the door that connects to Law's office, letting out your laughter before you return to your serious look as you knock and immediately went inside the office. You could've swore you heard Law sigh under his breath just after you came rushing towards him.

"Captainnn! Guess who's back!" You snicker as you sat on the same chair he's sitting on.

"Whew..i wonder who's back." Your captain scoffs and rolls his eyes, focusing once again on the paper before him. He moves slightly to make some space for the two of you on one chair.

"Guess what!" You take the pen out of his hold.

"W— What? Give it back. " Law reaches for the pen in your hand but was immediately turned away with your sudden movement of throwing the pen onto the trash bin.

"Why you—"

"I have tons of ideas we should do together! Like helping me with these equatio—"

"I don't have time to do equations with you!" Law shuffles through his drawers and picks up a pen, he turns back to his load of papers to do and starts working once again.

You smile at your successful attempt to annoy your dear captain, so now you'd proceed to the next one. You lean your my mouth near his ear,

"We should date each other." Law chokes on his own spit, taking a moment to clear out his throat from the sudden feeling and coughing. You didn't mean the phrase at all, you were jokingly sarcastic, which Law didn't understand at all. You pat his back in order to help him stabilize himself as he finally clears the cough.

"Im sorry— What?" His eyes fixate on you, examining your facial expressions.

"I was sayingg...you should totally dock out onthe next Island!" You shrug off the phrase you once said, making Law much more annoyed that he didn't quite hear you properly or understand what you had said. His thoughts go unnoticed by himself, asking if he had really heard those words coming out of your lips.

Law and you haven't had a good relationship of some sorts, but you wouldn't say enemies or hatred towards each other. Law thinks you two are mostly frenemies on his side, whilst you think that he secretly enjoys your company when you leave him alone or so, but in reality its pretty much the opposite. Law had most bad experience with your jokes and pranks going on around him, he never failed to notice that these always happen to him and him only.

Sometimes even the others join in on the fun of pranking your captain, one had gone as far as Law having to lock you up in your room for 2 days by bringing you food in your room, not daring to let you out unless having the need to. (Which doesn't happen at all)

Law isn't a tad bit into these stupid little jokes of yours, or so you thought. Catching Law smile at those stupid little antics you perform only happens once in a blue moon, it's rare, you'd seen him do this twice only. Making him laugh is starting to feel impossible.

"Lawww..." You poke him. "Lawww..." You poke him twice. "LAWWW"

"God what?!" He pushes your fingers that was poking him away.

"Im bored" you smile and blew raspberries on him.

Law balls his fists as a fit of anger, he could've swore he had couple of beins pop out of his head as he contains his anger, looking down at his table, slightly trembling. You watched him stand up his chair, facing you then. He walks away towards a small drawer,

That's what happened, that's why you're right here, tied up on his office chair as you spread your legs apart, letting him finger you and touch your clit so many times you practically lost xount of how many times you had squirted.

"Doing good yes? This is what you wanted didn't you?" His fingers pistoned in and out of your sloppy cunt, making squelching sounds coming from you. Your head is hazy and blank, you could only focus on his fingers as you felt another pang of orgasm coming throughout your whole body.

"M'—close.." You moan as his fingers continue doing the work, he fastens his fingers in and out of you as you once again reach your climax.

"Woo, did a great job, (Name)-ya." He removes his clothes pieces by pieces until he's fully stripped off, his cock stiff and leaking pre-cum from its slit. He traces the entrance of your pussy, carefully gliding his fingers against the rope restraints that he had installed on your body.

He slowly presses his dick inside you, making you release a loud moan. It's gonna be another long night afterall.

©Cokou 2024, all works belong to me.

[bbina]

there was only a day left til the staycation at anton’s villa comes to an end. everyone was tired from the past few days of activities (the hike, the campfire, and the beach day) everyone all collectively decide they’d spend the last two days just indoors. right now everyone was just in their respective rooms, starting to pack to return back to seoul in the next following days

you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, reflecting on everything that has happened in your life for the past week. first, sungchan gets a girlfriend, that of which he didn’t even tell you. second, wonbin, out of all people is your ”fake” boyfriend that you accidentally dragged into your own mess out of spite. you wondered if everything would be different if you didn’t slip up. maybe, just maybe you didn’t feel the need to drag wonbin into this mess. maybe if you just accepted–

your little train of thought gets interrupted when you hear soft knocks at your door.

“come in” you say, sitting up from your bed. it was probably wonbin

wonbin comes in with a small smile on his face. “brought my guitar like you said” he smiles, letting himself in your room and closing the door

wonbin starts to sit on the ground when you stop him

“sit here instead” you say, patting on the empty space next to you on the bed

wonbin’s eyes widens. before he can say anything you insist on letting him sit next to you.

“you’re acting like we didn’t just act like a couple the whole day” you tease, tugging on the sleeve of his hoodie, pulling him on the bed. all day you've done nothing but hang out with wonbin in front of the guys. being all clingy with him and all that funky shit couples do

“oh shut up” wonbin rolls his eyes, plopping down right next to you.

you give him a small smile, watching him strum his guitar to some songs. unintentionally setting the mood in the room

you can hear wonbin softly humming along to the songs he’s playing. it makes your heart skip a beat. you rapidly shake your head, mentally slapping yourself for even thinking of wonbin in such way.

“so..?” wonbin starts, breaking the silence, putting away his guitar as he couldn’t handle the quietness in the room anymore. not especially when it’s from you. the girl that usually bothers him and yaps all day. wonbin did not like the fact that for once you were quiet

“what’s on your mind?” he asks, placing his arms behind his head as he stares directly at your eyes

“why do you always assume i got a lot in my mind?”

“because most of the time when no one’s looking it looks like you’re going through a lot of things” wonbin points out in a joking matter. “unless you’re just all no thoughts head empty”

you let out a little gasp and grab your stuffed animal that you brought to the trip and threw it at him.

“rude!”

“i’m kidding!”

you start contemplating if it was even worth mentioning that you finally feel sorry for yourself when all you could’ve done was to move on. now that he’s here and the trip is seemingly coming to an end, might as well

“i’m really am sorry for dragging you into this, bin” you murmur, turning away from wonbin. wonbin simply raises his brows, surprised by your apology

“i shouldn’t have dragged you into my own mess. now everything is all weird since i think eunseok doesn’t trust me anymore, everyone is acting weird to us and i just.. i’m sorry” you shakily say, putting your hands all over your face to hide it from his gaze.

wonbin sighs and reaches out for your hand. he carefully removes them from your face.

“how many times do i have to tell you, it’s okay. i really don’t mind it at all” wonbin reassures, he starts wondering if this is why you wanted to hang out.

“is this why you wanted to hangout?” he asks

you shake your head no. that’s not exactly the reason. at first you wanted to just chill and have some company but when you were left alone with your thoughts, it just took a whole different turn

“not really. i feel like this whole thing finally caught up with me and.. yeah” you say

wonbin hums, you probably had a lot in mind right now.

“let’s play 21 questions” wonbin suddenly sits up, looking at you with a bright look. this way you can talk things out

“that’s so random?” you quip, 21 questions?

wonbin shrugs, “you seem to have a lot in mind so might as well just ask you a bunch of random shit to get them off your mind”

he’s not wrong. you do have some stuff in mind but whatever. fuck it you ball.

the questions starts easy like what’s your favorite color, favorite childhood memory with eunseok, bucket lists and more. as you both delve deeper into your late-night conversation, you find yourselves exploring intriguing topics that spark laughter, introspection, and even a touch of sarcasm.

“what’s your love language?” wonbin suddenly asks

you gave him a weird look. love language? seriously? that’s his next question after what your embarrassing moment at school was?

“what kind of question is that” you stifle in your laughter. in retrospect, you don’t really know what’s your preferred love language. not that you even have any experiences that would leave you with an answer

“like how do you like receiving love or something.. mine is physical touch and probably words of affirmation” wonbin trails off, trying to think of other things he likes

now that you think about it, wonbin is a little touchy. he always had to be near you or touching you in one way or another. he also communicates a lot with you. always calming down your nerves or when you keep apologizing for the smallest things

“then i like quality time? i don’t know i just like hanging out with people” you shrug, giving up on the question

wonbin nods and continues asking more questions like what’s your favorite animal, your favorite fashion item, luxury brand and more

“okay i just thought about this but don’t get mad okay?” wonbin starts, “in some alternate universe or something, if you and sungchan were to be a couple, do you think you’d be happier?”

that question caught you off guard. you gave wonbin a weird look, “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

wonbin holds out his hands in defense, “that’s why i said don’t get mad! but don’t get the wrong idea, i’m just curious”

you start to think about the endless scenarios imaginable if you and sungchan were to date. sure, it’s gonna be a dream but now that you think about it, if you and sungchan were a couple, you don’t think you’d be the person you are now.

“if me and sungchan were to date, i don’t think i’d be here right now” you start laughing, “i mean it would probably be real sweet and all but i’ll never experience shit like this, like being in a fake relationship to get over him” you nudge wonbin

wonbin laughs, “am i supposed to feel flattered?”

“i guess? i mean it’s not all the time you invite yourself to a fake relationship”

“okay next question, if i wasn’t beside you that night at the campfire, who would you have asked to be your fake boyfriend?” wonbin’s full attention was on you at this point. you didn’t expect him to be so curious and talkative about your life

“next question” you dismiss. not because you didn’t want to answer but you didn’t have anyone in mind. hell, you didn’t even know you were gonna bet that desperate to even ask someone in the group to be your fake boyfriend

“oh come on! i know you probably had someone in mind” wonbin boos at your lame answer

you roll your eyes, “that’s because i don’t! i didn’t even think i’d get into a fake relationship that same night!” you defend yourself, “guess you were unlucky enough to sit next to me back there” you poke your tongue at wonbin who laughs at your answer

“you were lucky it was me! i mean, you couldn’t fool everyone if you chose someone else to be your fake boyfriend” wonbin says smugly. if you were to choose between sohee and seunghan, everyone would’ve probably thought you were joking

“and you take pride in that because?” you raise an eyebrow at wonbin who simply shrugs

“because i’m good at playing boyfriend” he winks. you burst out laughing at his response. he wasn’t wrong though. he was good at this whole act. maybe a little too good that it got you rethinking the whole situation

you won’t lie to yourself, wonbin is a good looking guy. he knows how to play the guitar, he knows how to cook, he’s surprisingly good with words, he’s basically the whole package.

wonbin was the perfect candidate for your whole dilemma. he never overstepped the boundaries you placed between the two of you. he never tried taking it to the next level in front of the guys. he respected your wishes and you couldn’t have asked for more

“anyway!” you break the silence, “what question are we on?”

wonbin yawns, “to be honest i don’t know anymore but i have one more question..” wonbin pauses for a moment

“have you ever had your first kiss yet?” wonbin asks. curious of your love life.

“i dont think so..?” you say slowly that it almost came out as a question

wonbin chortles, you let out a small gasp at his reaction. was he making fun of you for not having any action

“what’s with the laugh?! so what if i never had my first kiss yet?” you pout

wonbin wipes a tear from his eyes. finding this whole conversation funny. cute, wonbin thinks to himself as he stares at you longingly.

“laugh all you want but just remember it’s not like i have any guy i could kiss at any moment!” you rambled, feeling embarrassed at the lack of romantic action in your life. damn you eunseok and your tight watch!

“i can teach you if you want” wonbin suddenly blurts out, even surprising himself. you widened your eyes at his sudden offer. wonbin kissing you? what the fuck

you don’t know what came over you but you scooted closer to wonbin. your nose barely touching his cheek. you suddenly jerk your head towards him, startling him in the process. your face was dangerously close to his

“would you really?” you ask, considering his outrageous offer. there was no harm in this right? it’s just a little offer by your fake boyfriend who you’re not supposed to be kissing. fake couples don’t kiss. of course they don’t, but..

wonbin shrugs and you take that as a yes

“this will just be a one time thing and we’ll never EVER talk about this ever again. got it?” you gave wonbin a look as you mentally prepare and brace yourself for what’s about to come.

“fine by me” wonbin nods, also gettng nervous on where this was going. he didn’t expect you’d actually say yes. he was just simply messing around but if you’re okay with it then..

“should i close my eyes?” you ask, already rethinking your choices in life. there was no backing out of this now. what have you gotten yourself into?

“if you’d like..” wonbin trails off. his hands are shaking with the anticipation. why the fuck did he even say he’d teach you if he was nervous himself? wonbin will never know

with a deep breath, your close your eyes.

“alright.. i’m leaning in now” wonbin warns you, just so you know he wasn’t being invasive to your personal bubble. you two did have a rule about keeping an inch of space between you if the guys weren’t around.

your two bodies are now dangerously close to each other. you can feel his breath fanning your face as he hovers over you. wonbin mentally calms himself down by repeatedly thinking that this was just nothing but a friendly kiss. just a friend teaching you, who never had a first kiss

and so your lips touch.

wonbin’s lips lingers for a while, all caught up in the moment. he could be imagining it but it feels like fireworks just went off. this feels so right but so wrong at the same time. you two shouldn’t be doing this. friends don’t normally kiss each other

even if he didn’t want to pull away yet, wonbin had to

“congrats! you just had your first kiss” wonbin claps his hands together awkwardly. feeling shy to face you all of a sudden. you sit there stunned by the whole thing. you just had your first kiss right there. with wonbin at that

his lips were so soft. something you’ll never forget. something you know you’ll be yearning for

wonbin couldn’t sit still with your stunned silence. was it bad? was it a bad idea? did you regret it? did he make the right choice by even offering you how to kiss?

all his questions were out the window when you suddenly crash your lips against his again.

you threw your arms around his neck as you pull him closer, as if he was going anywhere. wonbin is undeniably shocked by your actions. his hands fly to your waist as you two make out in bed

a heated make out session later, you and wonbin lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what the fuck just happened

“we don’t talk about this.. ever” you breathe out, looking up at the ceiling in complete awe. you just had your very first kiss– a make out session at that with your fake boyfriend, wonbin. that one rule about no kssing was now crossed out on your list

“indeed” wonbin agrees, also in complete disbelief at what just happened. his lips swollen and hair all disheveled. the way you were kissing him like no tomorrow made wonbin think that your whole rant about not having a first kiss yet was all a lie because what the fuck

you two lay in bed in silence after that. it was silent but just enough for it not to be uncomfortable. wonbin maneuvers his arm under your head, fixing your position with your head now on top of his chest.

the realization hits you with the way you are positioned right now. in bed, in wonbin’s arms, lips swollen, his hoodie on you, in a house where your brother and best friends are present where they can barge in at any given point in time

you widened your eyes as you try to pull yourself away from wonbin.

“wonbin—“

“shh.. relax, just this once” he mumbles, eyes closed as he leans his head on top of yours

you freeze in your spot but ultimately melt into his arms

“hmm.. this is what i like” wonbin continues to mumble, his satoori accent beginning to show

not even a moment later you feel him go heavy and you start to hear light snores.

oh god. this can’t be happening right now

“wonbin” you call, giving him a little nudge but to no avail, he is out cold.

with his body heat and the way he feels like a weighted blanket, you feel yourself start to get drowsy as well.

you look up at the sleeping boy next to you and you start to trace his face with your finger. delicately sliding them across his cheeks, to the bridge of your nose, up to his pouty lips.

you fear that you are starting to fall for park wonbin.

the last thing you remember was wonbin pulling you closer than ever and you were out like a light.

between the lines ★ pillow talk ⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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★ notes .ᐟ IM SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE! I WAS BUSY WITH WORK LMFAO but hope this can suffice <3 damn where are we going w ynbin ??

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[hireskipbinadelaide-blog]

Simple Tips to Help In Green Waste Removal

Garbage generation and waste collection, waste management, etc., are everyday activities that we all have a little bit of idea of. However, we often miss the fact that rubbish removal companies categorise the waste into different parts, and one of the most talked about categories is green waste. People have significantly less idea of what this green waste is, and hence, we have come up with this post discussing this relatively new category and what is done as a part of green waste management.

What Defines Green Waste?

The name signifies that green waste is mainly a combination of plants, trees and other flora. But this is not the end of the definition, as several things are added to this category by companies offering rubbish removal services and waste removal services in Adelaide. Green waste can include everything biodegradable, like tree branches, grass padding, flowers, weeds, etc. Apart from this, food scraps and fruits falling in the category of composting waste are also included in this category by rubbish removal companies.

This garbage is dumped in the green bin, and if you see this bin, it means that it has all the green waste dumped.

How To Dispose Green Waste Safely?

Experts from waste removal Adelaide companies recommend five different methods for safe rubbish removal and disposal of green waste.

Green Waste Bin

This is a classic option available for green rubbish removal, and it can store the green waste and be emptied when full. According to waste management companies, this is the most consistent form of green waste removal, but it also has some downsides. This size limit is the first limitation, followed by the fact that they are completely ineffective in bigger projects.

Verge Waste Collection

Some city councils and local authorities run this waste collection campaign annually. It is an excellent opportunity to dispose of green waste successfully. You can use it as a reliable and consistent option for rubbish removal services and waste removal in Adelaide.

Shredding Up the Green Waste

Another awe-inspiring idea is shedding the green waste to make space between branches, leaves, etc. However, this method is used with green bins, as they are very reliable for waste clearing and collection.

Incineration

Another advantageous but not-so-recommended method is burning green waste or green waste incineration. It is recommended to check with the local authorities before using this method. For those who prefer a clear conscience, the best idea is to continue shredding green waste and using green bins for waste collection.

Lastly, skip bins are always available for waste removal and green waste collection in Adelaide. Several companies offer economical skip bins of different sizes, and you can rent them as an ideal waste disposal method.

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🍚A silent war we never wanted (Part 1/3)

Title from SOS (SEVENTEEN)

Summary: All it took was a frozen monitor, a panicked maknae and about five delayed clicks to delete a whole song on his computer. Jihoon is already so scared and unwell and now he needs to write a whole new song to give to the executives in an impossible time-frame.

CW: emeto, insecurity, fights, idol mistreatment

Sickie/Whumpee: Woozi/Jihoon Caretaker(s): Bumzu + S.Coups/Seungcheol + Jeonghan

All it took was a frozen monitor, a panicked maknae and about five delayed clicks to delete a whole song on his computer.

Dino had been so terrified of Woozi’s reaction when the computer came back online and the file was gone, that he had nearly burst into tears. Not wanting that and sure he had saved a back-up of that song somewhere Woozi had managed to get the younger calmed down and sent him home with strict orders to rest.

They were all on edge, all stressed with a comeback looming on the horizon. So yeah, Woozi wasn’t going to blame Dino - honestly, he might have made the same mistakes in his position. Besides, the whole reason for Dino to come to the universe factory was to bring his producer-hyung a fresh, warm meal and some company. It had been very sweet of him. 

Once Dino had gone home with Jeonghan, still a bit shaken up, Jihoon had pulled up the back-up files and searched through them.

He came to the horrifying conclusion that there were, in fact, no back-up song files anywhere to be found at the same time that his phone pinged, signaling a message from Seungcheol in the group chat. Jihoon, hoping to calm down and try to find the file again after, decided to open the chat.

Coups-hyung (22:34): Due to schedule issues the meeting about the comeback with management has been moved up. Please be there tmrw at 10 am sharp. I’ll let you know which room in time. Sorry about that.

No, no, no. 

That couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t have come at a worse time.

Jihoon entered the name of the song in the search bar again but with the same result as before: No files with that name found. He checked his spelling. He checked the recycle bin. He checked every spelling mistake he could think of. He checked every whole file folder three times. 

The song was gone. 

Five clicks and hours of work were gone.

The day after tomorrow was the day Woozi was supposed to present the songs for the album to management. But now he was short one song. He had intended to use tomorrow to check everything over and prepare himself mentally and thematically for the asshole executive guy who seemed to dislike Woozi even more than his job and always hated whatever Woozi presented. Woozi had even once submitted a song file after the man had complained about the first version of it for ages only for him to like the “updated” version much better. It was the same file as the first.

But now he was one song short. He probably could have done it in the roughly thirty-four hours he had left until the meeting if it wasn’t a song that mostly Bumzu, who was on a well-deserved vacation at the moment, had worked on and one that Woozi hadn’t looked at for over a month. He barely remembered it, if he was honest. 

Bumzu would be understanding of Woozi's situation - he himself had accidentally deleted files before though not to this magnitude - but the executives wouldn’t be. And there was no way in hell that Woozi would throw his maknae under the bus.

And now there was the meeting tomorrow, which would likely take up most of the day. After that would still be a dance practice. 

There was no way Woozi would be able to finish the song in time.

Jihoon withstood the urge to let his head slam onto the desk in front of him. The meeting with management tomorrow was, as all comeback meetings, mandatory for the members. For a good reason - the company wanted their input and they themselves wanted to be involved in their own comeback too, after all. 

But if he went to the meeting and skipped the dance practice … 

Was that even possible? They all knew he got worried before the executive meeting and would likely, for his own good, force him to participate in practice to distract him. Jihoon didn’t want to imagine the heart-broken look on Dino’s face if he admitted he needed to work on the whole song again. No, he couldn’t let the members know.

So, even despite wanting nothing less than to disappoint his members and leave them hanging, Jihoon knew he needed to get out of the meeting and practice tomorrow. 

Just how?

The only two options of being allowed to skip the meeting were if a member was literally not in Korea or if a member was sick. There was no way Jihoon could fly to Japan or wherever to work on the song - the thought itself was ridiculous. 

So … faking sick it was?

Honestly, Jihoon hated the idea with his whole heart. It felt like betrayal to his hard-working members and to their Caratdeul. They would work towards their comeback and he … well, he would also work for the comeback. Secretly. While lying to his members. Faking sickness to get out of a meeting and sneak to the studio.

Jihoon felt disgusted with himself, a coiling feeling of nausea in his stomach that was coming close to actual sickness, that he was even contemplating it. 

Yet, if he didn’t manage to write a whole new song - he would definitely owe at least Bumzu the truth about where the song had gone - tonight, the comeback might need to be pushed back. He would get yelled at by the executives. Once the members heard what had happened, Dino would figure it out and blame himself. 

No, Jihoon needed to do this. There was no other way.

He consoled himself with thoughts of their happy maknae and the knowledge that somebody would fill him in on the contents of the meeting, as well as his deep trust in the members that they would create the best comeback yet.

💎

It was around three in the morning that Jihoon arrived back at the dorm. He had given up on the idea of working any longer when the words and notes didn’t stop swimming in front of his eyes. His head was pounding badly and all he wanted to do was sleep.

Realistically he knew that he needed sleep. He was just human after all. Deep down, he still thought he should use the time to work on the song, despite everything be productive. He shoved the thoughts down.

On the taxi ride back, Jihoon had spent some time thinking about how he could fake being sick. Coughing and sneezing he couldn’t fake, like a fever, and the first two wouldn’t get him out of work anyways. A migraine would be nothing suspicious, he had them often enough for there to be a migraine protocol, but then one member (or worse: a manager) would have to stay back with him, considering he was always helpless on the bathroom floor for hours when one struck. That would destroy his plan.

In the end he had come to the conclusion that the easiest thing to fake was likely a stomach flu. If he told a hyung he threw up during the night, he would be allowed to stay home alone. Nobody wanted a gastrointestinal sickness to spread through the company.

He slipped inside the dorm he shared with Jeonghan, Hoshi, and Seungkwan, and checked if anybody was awake. To his luck they all were deeply asleep and not even Jeonghan, the light-sleeper he was, woke up when Jihoon peeked into his room. He swallowed down some pain meds for his headache and got ready for bed. 

After brushing his teeth quickly, Jihoon snuck the designated sick bucket into his room to give a more solid alibi, before collapsing onto his bed, ready to fall asleep.

Sleep wouldn’t come. He had tossed and turned for hours but he never really managed to rest. A few times he dozed off but it wasn’t restful and he was awake again within minutes, sweating and shaking.

It was nervousness, for sure, and guilt to top it of. His stomach felt weird, as if it knew he was going to act like it was, and the headache barely dimmed. With the blanket over him he was sweating within minutes, feeling too hot, and without it he was freezing. 

Jihoon wasn’t sure but maybe he had slumbered a bit by the time he heard the first footsteps in the hall. Jeonghan, most likely, was awake.

Suddenly a flash of hotness overcame his body, causing Jihoon to unintentionally whimper, quickly stifling it into his pillow. He felt desperate and overwhelmed and just … not good. It was so wrong to lie to his members. 

Maybe he should have told Jeonghan about the situation, or even Seungcheol. The only thing stopping him from just throwing the idea to the side was the knowledge that both hyungs would throw a fit if they knew just how terrified Jihoon was of that one executive. It was ridiculous really that the man scared Jihoon so much but he couldn’t help it.

No matter how often he told himself the very many good reasons for doing what he was about to do, he felt sick with guilt. 

Jihoon was about to call the whole thing off, just go out and pretend like everything was fine, smuggle the bucket back to its place in a lone moment or just say he had felt queasy but was fine now, when a knock came on his door.

“Jihoonie, it’s time to get up”, Jeonghan called gently, opening the door. 

Not thinking for a moment longer, Jihoon pretended to be asleep. He needed this to be realistic and he was not a coward going to back out.

“Jiho… baby?” Jeonghan must have spotted the bucket from the way his voice changed from his tender “waking-everybody-up” voice to a worried tone with a hint of panic. His footsteps quickly came closer and then Jeonghan sat down on the bed beside Jihoon's hip, not even bothering to close the door on his way in. 

Jihoon felt the bed dip under the added weight and then a hand shook his shoulder. “Jihoonie, wake up.”

He did his best impression of waking up not feeling good. At least all the acting on GoSe had paid off. 

“Hyungie?”, he whispered, hoping it came out as tired and sick-feeling as he could. If Jeonghan got suspicious he was lying … no, he couldn’t go down that train of thought now. He rolled over a bit so he could look at his hyung whose eyes were shining in concern and now moved his hand to stroke Jihoon’s hair.

“Are you feeling sick, baby?”, Jeonghan asked, “What's going on?”

“I … I threw up during the night. I don’t feel good”, Jihoon replied as pitifully as he could. 

Jeonghan pouted, a frown on his face. “Oh, baby, why didn’t you wake me?”

“It was at the company. I went home after”, Jihoon lied, “you were sleeping so peacefully, so I didn’t want to wake you. I can take care of myself.”

Jeonghan sighed, his hand never stopping the gentle administrations in Jihoon’s hair. “I would have wanted to help, you know that. But what is done is done, just next time wake me.” Jihoon nodded sheepishly. “How do you feel now?”

“Queasy. My stomach hurts. My head does too”, Jihoon said. At least the last one wasn’t a lie. 

“You’re not overly warm”, Jeonghan remarked, “but, you definitely are not going to the company today. Take your time to rest. You were done with the songs anyways, right?” Jeonghan smiled, obviously trying to make Jihoon feel better about missing the day but all it did was make Jihoon want to cry. 

So he just squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. 

“What about the meeting and practice?”, he asked, knowing he would have asked if he was truly sick.

“I’m going to call Cheollie and let him deal with it. I’ll personally write down everything from the meeting for you if you want me to.”

Jihoon went to answer when Seungkwan appeared in the doorway. “Hyung, do you know where my …? Woah, is everything okay?”

“Jihoonie is sick”, Jeonghan said, moving his legs so that Seungkwan could see the bucket hiding behind them. “He’s going to stay home today.”

“Oh no, hyungie”, Seungkwan said, looking truly as sad about the whole situation as if he was the sick member. He was so full of empathy, so unhappy in the face of his hyung’s apparent misery that it hurt Jihoon to see. Yet, it was also very cute how caring he was. “Can I do anything to help you feel better?”

“Could you go and make some tea and maybe bring some ice chips?”, Jeonghan asked, then turned to Jihoon, “Do you think you could eat and take some meds? Is there anything else you need? Hot water bottle? Something else?”

Jihoon shook his head. It was awful how they fussed about him, going all the lengths just for Jihoon to be lying and faking everything. He couldn’t accept any kindness they showed him. And he couldn’t take any nausea meds without reason. 

“I don’t want to eat”, he said, “I still don’t feel great. I don’t need anything…”

Seungkwan and Jeonghan both looked at him with the same unimpressed glare, so Jihoon ducked his head, feeling even more embarrassed and guilty.

“Be right back with some stuff”, Seungkwan announced and hurried out of the room.

“Let’s call Cheollie, yes?”, Jeonghan suggested and Jihoon nodded. It was awful lying to Jeonghan and Seungkwan, lying to his oldest friend was even worse. But he had to get through it.

Jeonghan dialed the number and put the phone on speaker. It barely took two rings before a sleepy “Good morning, Hannie” came through the speakers. Seungcheol sounded tired and Jihoon could perfectly imagine him half-lying on their kitchen table, holding a cup of coffee. 

“Morning, ddadu”, Jeonghan greeted. A loud screech came through the speakers - Mingyu? - and then there was a bit of yelling. Jihoon winced at the volume, his headache doing him no favors. Jeonghan noticed right away and moved his hand so he was gently massaging Jihoon’s temple with his thumb. 

“Guys, please”, Seungcheol scolded the members, “Hao, you know Mingyu didn’t mean to break your teacup. Gyu, please apologize nevertheless and never touch them again while you’re at it. Sorry, Hannie. What’s up?”

“It’s Jihoonie”, Jeonghan explained, “he’s sick, threw up in the night. He can’t come to work today. And you’re on speaker with both of us by the way.”

“Oh”, Seungcheol said, suddenly sounding much more awake. “Okay, yeah. I’ll let management know. Do you need anything? How are you feeling?”

“Not good”, Jihoon groaned, “I’m sorry. I know today is important.”

“You’re sick, it’s not your fault”, Seungcheol said, causing all background noises to stop and Joshua’s voice to come through quite clearly: “Who is sick?”

“Jihoonie”, Seungcheol replied, “guys, let me just … you know what, I’ll come over. Be there in a few. Anything I need to bring?”

“No, thank you. See you in a bit”, Jeonghan said and ended the call before Jihoon could protest. Lying to Seungcheol's face would be even harder than via phone.

Notes: This fits with the theme of today's Sicktember "Pulling a 'Ferris Bueller'" but it is a bit different and also a three part fic, so I decided to not post it as part of Sicktember.

A silent war we never wanted II

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - SEVENTEEN

[wearyeyebrow]

Red Winged Black Bird

Summary: Lucifer's molting. Such an ordinary, simple bodily process shouldn't faze him, but it's wrapped up in so many memories. Maybe your gentle touch and patience can see him through.

Tags: Lucifer x MC, non-sexual safeword use, non-sexual intimacy, vulnerability, romance

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Lucifer wakes up with a start. 

He itches. 

Old feathers surround his bed, torn at the edges, and he itches. Damn to all hell he itches.

Lucifer glances to his left, relieved you’re still sleeping peacefully. He has so many things to do, appearances to keep and appointments to make, he doesn’t have time to deal with this right now. So he grits his teeth and leaves before you wake, not trusting his short temper today. 

He doesn’t avoid you outright. You still see him during meetings and fleeting moments between classes. Even still, you notice his agitation, his restlessness. You resolve to check on him when he skips dinner and soon you find yourself outside of his bedroom door. One knock, then two, it’s only when he hears your voice that he lets you inside. 

You’re surprised to see him in demon form already, then you notice the feathers just behind him. Quite a few are in a waste bin and others are strewn about his white leather couch. What you assume is Lucifer’s work lies haphazardly on the coffee table next to his usual fountain pen.

You slowly reach out to touch his arm. “You know you don’t have to tell me what’s going on if you don’t want to, right? I’m just worried, you’ve been on edge all day.” 

“You so often see through me. It is unnerving, although… not always unwelcome.”

“What about this time?”

His adam’s apple bobs. “...I am not sure.” 

“May I keep you company? I’ve brought some of my own things to work on, no pressure to talk. Or I can leave if you want.” 

He looks torn for a moment, before he sighs and runs an errant hand through his hair. “No, you - you may stay.” 

“Okay.” You slowly lean up and place a gentle kiss on his temple, “Let me know if you want me to leave though. I won’t take it personally.”

His voice is relatively subdued and “Thank you,” is all he offers.

You sit in the armchair diagonal to the coffee table and open a textbook. You turn on the light next to you and dim it to a comfortable glow. 

Lucifer sits next to you and picks up what looks like a notarized form. Typically he leaves his work in his office unless he truly wants privacy. But this is the first time you’ve seen him so immediately distracted. He fidgets. He twitches against the cushions, ruffling his wings, bouncing his leg. He lasts maybe two minutes before sighing and muttering “I can hardly take it anymore.” 

You close your book and look at him quizzically. His wings are quivering and his eyes are obscured by his hand, elbows resting on his knees, slightly bent over. He almost sounds pained.

“I’m not sure why I let you in tonight.” 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly.” 

“That’s-”

“But I should. I -” he sighs, “May I discuss something with you?”

“Always, Lucifer.” You shift in your chair and lean toward him, both curious and concerned. 

He sighs again but it sounds more like a grimace. 

“I’m molting.”

“...Forgive me for the comparison, but like a bird might?”

“While that is an unfortunately apt comparison, I have the sense to get it over with quickly.” You almost snicker at that, but the air still feels heavy so you restrain yourself. 

“Are you okay?” You ask, genuine in your concern. 

“Of course. This is nothing I haven’t experienced before.”

“But… something about it bothers you.”

“What gave you that impression?”

“Lucifer…” 

He sighs. “My apologies. I realize I am being… difficult.” 

“May I sit next to you?”

“If it pleases you.” 

“Do you want me to sit next to you?”

“...Yes.”

So you move. The sofa dips slightly with your weight and you lower your voice, understanding and intimate. “Lucifer, what’s going on? What’s eating you?”

He can’t look at you, not yet. Something in him desperately wants to talk to you. Something else is fighting against it, like usual, that vulnerability is humiliating and unbecoming. He should be better. 

But he trusts you. After everything you’ve been through, this is nothing. It should be nothing. The fact that he’s so torn up over it, whether to tell you or not, whether he’s feeling things correctly, embarasses him further. Your gentle hand on his arm grounds him some. The racing thoughts in his head aren’t quite so loud. His heart is pounding and he doesn’t know why. His throat feels tight but he doesn’t know why.

“If you want to tell me about it, would you rather I just listen?”

“...No, you can ask questions and comment on it. A conversation might be better than a monologue.”

 “Okay.” You wait for him to begin. 

“...As far as I’m aware, most beings with feathers molt from time to time. Angels and demons are no different. Back in the celestial realm social grooming was common, even encouraged, especially during molting season. Even angels without wings participated. 

After the fall, those of us who had wings lost their feathers, and those who didn’t grew tails. I know it was a difficult transition, and subsequently they no longer molt. If I had not… removed mine, maybe I would be featherless as well. Regardless, they grew back feathered, so I still molt every few decades.”

He pauses a moment and you wait for him to collect his thoughts. 

He sighs. “Mammon used to preen the pin feathers I can’t reach. I put a stop to it once I caught him selling my feathers online.” 

You can’t help the chiding click of your tongue. You love Mammon, truly, and he often gets the short end of the stick, especially when he means well. But, just like any of them, sometimes he’s in the grip of his sin and he can hurt the people around him.

“I am well aware that he sells anything that will make him money, such is his nature. I realize holding that against him solves nothing, and yet…” He trails off.

“Now, I take care of it on my own. It is a process but nothing that I can’t handle. Still, it is… uncomfortable, and I apologize if I was unusually abrasive earlier. That is no excuse, but hopefully an explanation.” 

“Well, it makes sense, it sounds awful.” He grins wryly, “What I’m also hearing is that preening is an intimate thing for you. Knowing that, I still… Is there anything I can do to help?”

“To help?” He murmurs.

“May I try and get the feathers you can’t reach?”

“I…”

“It’s okay to say no.”

“I’m aware. I was both hoping you’d offer and also hoping you wouldn’t. I like the idea of your assistance, but I’m… not quite sure how I’ll feel in the moment.” 

“Hm… we could safeword it?”

He scoffs, “This isn’t that kind of intimacy.” 

“I know, but it’s a system we’re both familiar with, isn’t it? And we trust each other with it, or I like to think that you trust me to respect your safeword.”

“I do.” He says without hesitation.

“Then even if this situation isn’t sexual, a safeword might help you feel a little more in control? You don’t have to explain why you safeword either, you just have to know that I’ll respect it.” 

It makes sense. It makes sense and he suddenly feels a little more at ease. “I am unopposed to that idea. Our usual word is fire - shall we use the same?” 

“That sounds good to me.”

“Then it’s settled.” He breathes out slowly. In the meantime you’ve already tried to conceptualize how best to access his wings. Folded against the couch doesn’t work, and they’re entirely too big to completely unfurl here. He seems to be on the same page. “It’s easiest if I lay on my back, although sitting on my bed is also an option.”

“Whatever makes you feel most comfortable.” 

He sighs again, a nervous habit. “You’re less likely to get a face full of feathers if I lay down.” 

You chuckle just a bit and see a hint of a strained smile flash across his face, gone as quickly as it appeared. 

He keeps his wings folded against his back, lips tight in a line, and settles against the bedspread, head facing the end of the bed. You sit next to him, waiting for him to spread his wings, but they stay tightly folded against his body.

“I just had a thought,” he murmurs, head tilted against the mattress, looking away from you. “Molting isn’t a… it can be an unsightly process. I know you aren’t squeamish, but I will understand if you decide to rescind your offer.” 

“I’m not worried about that, but noted.” He grunts. You lean back, “Go ahead, I’m out of the way.” 

Slowly he unfurls his massive wings. You scoot in closer until the upper right one lays over your lap, thick and feathery, both too heavy and too light to feel real. You sweep up his wing to where it meets with the muscle of his back. It is here that you are always starkly reminded of his inhumanity. Your back does not have twisting muscle for a set of wings, but his does. 

Now that you truly take him in, his feathers are a sight. Usually they’d be thick, neatly woven together and optimized for flight. Now they’re strangely sparse and overlap oddly, filing in gaps. The edges are tattered on some, while others are shiny and new but entirely too short, still growing to their full length. The most noticeable spot is right above where his back ends and his wings begin. Instead of black feathers he’s covered in little spikes - some are short and close to the skin, others are longer but pulled taught and white around the edges. 

.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you murmur. 

“You won’t.”

You try a different approach. “Teach me.”

“Do you see the pin feathers at the base of my wings?”

“I think so. Some are shorter than others.” 

“The ones that are really short and close to the skin are still blood feathers. True to their name, they’ll bleed if you touch them. The longer ones should be covered in a casing. Do you see those?”

“Yes, I see quite a few of them.” 

“Those ones are ready to be preened. Use your fingers to rub away the casing. It’s made of keratin, but it will probably turn to dust. Unless you want to sneeze, don’t get too close. I’ll try not to move.”

“Tell me if I hurt you.”

“You won’t, truly.”

“I’m going to start now.” He grunts an affirmative.

You gently reach between his feathers, most of them shiny and new, and start by 

rubbing off one casing. It does exactly as he says it will and crumbles to dust pretty easily. You go for another, and then another. Soon his rigid posture starts to relax, and then he’s melting. His brow finally smoothes and his breathing slows. The silence eases into something comfortable and intimate. You take your time, gingerly maneuvering around the smaller blood feathers, working your way up his wing. He’s managed to reach most of it without issue, surprisingly flexible for a centuries-old demon. You get a little lost in the repetition of your task and almost start to tell him about your day when you hear it.

“Fire.”

You remove your hands carefully and shift away from his wing giving him the space to fold it back into his body. 

“You okay?”

“Yes.” His voice is thick, rough with something you rarely hear but definitely recognize. 

"How do you feel?"

"I am unsure." His voice cracks and he clears his throat.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No."

"Did it feel good?"

"Yes."

"Too good?"

"No - I started to remember." He murmurs, "I wasn't sure, but I thought I might."

"Did you want to?"

"Not particularly."

"Are they… are they good memories? Bad?"

"...Both. I dislike feeling far away and I dislike lingering there. I dislike wanting to linger."

"There's no wrong way to feel."

"I'd rather not dwell in it tonight." 

If you see unshed tears in his eyelashes you elect to ignore them. He sits up and slumps next to you, wings folded behind him. He looks more exhausted than usual. You can't force him to sit with what he feels, but you can be there for him. 

"It may not have seemed like it, but I really enjoyed that. Thank you, I - this usually lasts a few weeks.” He breathes in deeply, fists clenching and unclenching against his thighs in your periphery. “If you are willing and if it wouldn't put you out, I'd be grateful if you’d do this again." 

"I'd like to. Tomorrow night, same time?" 

"If you'd like." 

"I would." You clasp his hand in yours and bring his knuckles to your lips. "I love you, you know? I enjoyed tonight. I like helping you relax even if it's only for a little while." 

His eyes search your face as his expression softens. He is incredibly fond; there's a tenderness in his eyes with a slight edge of vulnerability. 

"You are too good to me." He says, low and hushed, in the scant space between the two of you. His wings unfold and gently wrap around you, encasing you in a comforting black veil. His arms wrap around your body and he rests his forehead in the crook of your shoulder. You find purchase in his hair and you nuzzle against his temple. 

Pride objects to vulnerability, and yet it feels so freeing, so warm to just be with you. His true self is a continuum of sorts, both this man and the one by Diavolo’s side are one and the same.

He gently pulls you until you follow him into his lap, straddling his waist so your head remains above him. His wings still engulf you. He presses you impossibly close, but still gentle, open - it is your choice to be here, to hold him like this. 

You kiss the crown of his head and feel him kiss your chest in return. "Your work can wait until morning. Join me in bed? Please?”

"I suppose I can make an exception, just this once."

You kiss his cheek, “I’m sure it was a tough decision.” 

He snickers and you both roll out of bed to dress down. Suddenly his feathers are gone and you're left with his human form. 

"How do you feel in that form?" You ask, brow furrowed. 

"I assumed this form would make it a little easier to lie together." 

Your gentle smile warms his soul. "Come here then, my little black bird." 

He huffs but the adoration in his eyes gives him away as he turns his back to you. You know he'll extract himself after you've fallen asleep so he can shift back into his demon form. But in the meantime you just want to hold him, and with the way he relaxes in your arms, you’re pretty sure he’d like to be held just as much. 

[detydia]

Imagine Dean Winchester x You

You and Dean argue about the best ice cream flavor. | Requests are open 💓

You had both decided to indulge in a frozen treat from the local convenience store, and as you walked back to the Impala, each of you held a cone in a hand.

"Rocky road is the superior flavor," Dean declared confidently, taking a triumphant bite of his ice cream.

You raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Oh please, Dean. Mint chocolate chip is where it's at. It's refreshing and has that perfect combination of sweetness and a little zing."

Dean scoffed. "Mint chocolate chip? Are you kidding me? Tastes like toothpaste mixed with chocolate."

You laughed. "You've obviously never had good mint chocolate chip ice cream then. It's the perfect balance of flavors."

You reached the Impala, leaning against it as you continued your lighthearted argument.

"Balance? Nah, rocky road has got it all. You've got the creaminess of the ice cream, the crunch of the nuts, and the gooey goodness of the marshmallows. It's a flavor explosion."

You took another deliberate bite of your ice cream, savoring the taste before responding. "Explosion, huh? More like a flavor overload. Mint chocolate chip is subtle yet exciting. It's like a little adventure for your taste buds."

Dean shook his head, a playful grin on his lips. "Adventure? I don't know about that. Sounds more like you're trying to sell me a vacation package."

You laughed again, a melodic sound that made Dean's heart skip a beat. "Well, if that's what it takes to get you to appreciate the finer things in life, then so be it."

Dean chuckled and took another bite of his ice cream, savoring the rich flavors. "Fine, fine. We'll agree to disagree on this one. But mark my words, rocky road is the true champion."

You winked. "Agreed to disagree. But I'm telling you, one day you're going to have a revelation and realize that mint chocolate chip is the way to go."

Dean playfully nudged your shoulder. "We'll see about that."

As you finished your ice creams and tossed the empty cones into a nearby trash bin, Dean couldn't help but feel a warm sense of contentment. It was moments like these, where you could argue over the simplest of things and still enjoy each other's company, that made him appreciate the bond you shared. Whether it was hunting monsters or debating ice cream flavors, he was grateful to have you by his side.

[stardewremixed]

Pierre gets so much flak...

...for being a bad shopkeeper

...for taking credit for your produce

...for being a bad husband.

BUT...

He really doesn't deserve all of it.

Let's break this down.

He is a small businessowner in a small community, struggling to compete against the BIG CORPORATE store, Joja. He has to get his products from somewhere and he is proud to be locally sourced (and you willing participate in this system as the Farmer unless you chose another route). Keep in mind. The man goes around to collect things from bins between when you go to bed and 6am. And he still gets up and runs his business the next day. I want to know when he sleeps, poor dude. (EDIT: My bad... I skipped the intro on my last few playthroughs and forgot it is Lewis who collects your stuff. Then again, Lewis could be getting a cut of whatever he "sells" to Pierre or he could be stealing from your profits, which just further proves the Mayor's shady side). Also, I think it's completely normal/natural to be proud of his little shop. He's worked hard unlike... *cough cough* Mayor Lewis, I'm looking at you.

I'm not a small business owner, but I am friends with a few. Running a business is hard, especially when you don't have much help. Abigail is pretty focused on her own stuff, and Caroline hosts fitness classes, but otherwise, she is a stay-at-home mom/housewife and takes long walks (to stare at nothing, mind you). They could be a bit more grateful or pitch in a little more. He seems to have an exclusive contract (except for the Grange Day event/Night Market) to sell at festivals, outside his normal hours, which is a good way for him to make extra cash. He probably needs it to keep up on his property taxes (home/business) and all the other business expenses, and let's be honest, keep Abigail/Caroline comfortable.

He doesn't have other employees, which is actually semi-believable in a town this size. This means that Pierre has to do all the work: find the merchandise, write up contracts, collect the merch, display the merch, ring up sales, pay taxes, manage the books, maintenance/ repairs, and the marketing (via the mail, what little he can, and direct mailings aren't cheap; this I know from working at a small company IRL). I'm probably forgetting an overhead expense. Small businessowners/people who work for themselves often do end up putting in more time/more effort than other types of workers... because they HAVE to. There's no one else to do it. It's long grueling hours, often a thankless job, and when you're competing against a bigger business, it is that much harder. No wonder the guy closes on Wednesdays. He deserves a day off, people.

And at least he is working to provide for his family and a service to the community.

(What are you doing, Mayor? Making statues of yourself???)