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How to Use UV PVC Marble Sheet for Flooring in Agra

Using uv pvc marble sheet for floor in Agra is a relatively straightforward process. Here’s a step-by-step guide on how to install these sheets:

Materials and Tools You’ll Need:

uv pvc marble sheet for floor in Agra

Adhesive (recommended for PVC flooring)

Measuring tape

Utility knife or scissors

Straight edge or ruler

Notched trowel

Roller or heavy object

Primer (if required)

Step-by-Step Installation:

Prepare the Subfloor:

Ensure that the subfloor (the surface on which you’ll be installing the PVC marble sheets) is clean, dry, level, and free from any debris or imperfections. Repair any cracks or uneven areas if necessary. We provided Also artificial garden services, wooden flooring dealers in Agra and wpc Louvers panels.

Measure and Plan:

Measure the room’s dimensions to determine how many PVC marble sheets you’ll need. Consider any obstacles like columns or cabinets.

Plan the layout of the sheets, keeping in mind the aesthetics and pattern you desire. You may want to dry-fit the sheets before starting to ensure they align correctly.

Apply Primer (If Necessary):

Some PVC flooring products may require the application of a primer to enhance adhesion. Follow the manufacturer’s instructions regarding primer application and drying time if applicable.

Cut the Sheets:

Use a measuring tape, straight edge, and a utility knife or scissors to cut the PVC marble sheets to the desired size and shape according to your room’s layout. To find PVC wall panels dealers in Agra, you can explore local building material stores, contact construction suppliers, or check online directories for listings and contact information.

Apply Adhesive:

Spread a thin, even layer of adhesive on the prepared subfloor using a notched trowel. Follow the adhesive manufacturer’s guidelines for recommended coverage and drying time.

Install the Sheets:

Carefully lay the cut PVC marble sheets onto the adhesive. Ensure they are aligned correctly with your planned layout.

Press down on the sheets to remove any air bubbles and to secure them firmly to the subfloor. You can use a roller or a heavy object to help with this.

Seam Alignment:

If your room’s dimensions require multiple sheets to cover the entire floor, align the seams carefully. Most PVC marble sheets have tongue-and-groove edges or adhesive overlaps to create a seamless appearance.

Trim Edges:

Trim any excess material from the edges of the installed sheets using a utility knife or scissors for a clean finish.

Finishing Touches:

Allow the installed PVC marble sheets to set and acclimate to the room’s temperature for the recommended period mentioned in the product’s instructions.

Install baseboards or quarter-round molding around the edges to cover gaps and provide a finished look.

Maintenance and Care:

Maintain your PVC marble floor by regularly cleaning it with a damp mop and a mild, pH-neutral cleaner. Avoid abrasive cleaners that could damage the surface.

Always follow the manufacturer’s specific installation instructions and recommendations for the uv PVC marble sheet services in Agra you choose, as different products may have slight variations in installation procedures. With proper installation and care, PVC marble sheets can provide an attractive and durable flooring solution for your space in Agra.

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Transitional Kitchen - Kitchen

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Everyone Bleeds Red

Darth Vader x Fem Reader

Summary: After Darth Vader recruited your mother as a culinarian for the Death Star, you are now forced to call this your new home. One night you can't take being locked in your sleeping quarters any longer. You sneak out and find Vader in his Bacta tank, in a form you didn't know you would ever see.

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It was tiring, staring out the window panel, into never ending space. You would make different constellations out of stars you saw or over-examined a large rock that was floating. Shifting on your feet once you could no longer dissociate at command and all the pain in your body became unbearable all at once. The leather and latex of your suit feel completely suffocating and uncomfortable. You could never stand there as long as he could. You’d seen him go 12 hours of just staring into the abyss without moving a muscle. So still that you could barely tell he was breathing. Even when the ship would sway a bit, he maintained his rigid posture. When you could no longer take the void, you would go to your sleeping quarters. You would peel the layers of your clothes off one by one. Every time you walked into that room, you would admire how intricate the designs were. Every room on the ship was so dull, everything was gray and black. Even with colors so dark, the fluorescent lights were blinding at times. Not in your space though, the walls were a pale yellow and had foxtails and flowers hand-painted onto the walls. Sometimes when you couldn’t sleep you would count the blades of grass, admiring the paint strokes. Wondering what happened to the artist who sat where you were with a brush. 

The roof was baby blue and like the walls had hand-painted clouds. They looked so realistic that you would get the urge to reach out to see if they were fluffy or not. The carpet matches the color of the painted grass so perfectly. One would have to look extremely hard to see the seam of where the wall and carpet connected. There was a painted mural of a waterfall that had plexiglass over it, water flowed over this glass to create the illusion that it was a real waterfall. Under this glass was a 3ft by 3ft pond that was filled with different stones. When the water would hit these, it created an authentic sound of water running. You were grateful for this because the ship was so quiet, it would hurt your ears sometimes. Your bed was circular and had a lace canopy that hung over it. The headboard was made from cream-colored marble and had carvings of different flowers. The bedding was lavender, the sheets and pillowcases were silk but the main duvet was fur. So soft that you can’t feel it against your skin. The lighting was yellow-toned, less harsh on your eyes than the bright fluorescent bulbs around the ship. Roses were always placed around the room, so many that the room was permeated with their scent. 

You were taken from your home planet of Coruscant, you didn’t know why but you were grateful. Being born on that smog-covered planet was a life sentence. Nobody who’s born there ever makes it out. It was like the planet was the Bermuda triangle, people came here in hopes of making it big with their criminal enterprise. Once you’re there long enough, you’re forgotten. There’s no communication signal until you’re off the planet which creates such a suffocating isolation it’s comparable to prison. Nonetheless, you were happy, you lived with your mother and operated a bakery. Even though it was a humble life, it was better than what most people had and your mother always reminded you of that. Vader completely tours through your city in search of Obi-Wan. You’d never seen such mass chaos and hysteria in your life. Stormtroopers seemed to enjoy such misery and horror. Sometimes when walking through the halls you would lose your breath when they came around the corner. Your mother and you were hidden in the back room of the bakery. You both could hear the shouting of stormtroopers, 

“This is the 501st Legion, come out with your hands up now !” one of them shouted. Your mother put her hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. 

“This is your last formal warning. Come out with your hands NOW !” You were commanded.

Tears were running down your face as you held your hand over your mothers. The room went quiet, you could no longer hear the clanking of their uniforms. All you could hear was the sound of boots hitting the ground. The silence was deafening and created such an eerie energy. After what felt like hours, the metal door of the back freezer was ripped off the wall and against what was the service counter. You screamed so loudly that you felt your mother’s hand vibrate against your cheeks. There he was in all his glory, when you first laid eyes on him he looked like a monster. Wearing all black, standing so tall, and the blood was splattered on his mask. His lightsaber was so close, you could feel the heat coming off it. He was accompanied by another individual who was in a gray uniform, unlike the stormtroopers. Vader whispered something to him that you didn’t quite hear. 

“Lord Vader requests that you serve the 501st Legion by working as a culinarian aboard our ship,” the gentleman said to your mother. 

“Well, thank you, my lord, May I bring my daughter, s-she helps me in all my operations,” your mother said; you’d never heard her voice so shaky and raw. 

“Very well, come with me,” he said. 

That was when we followed Vader and his army to the Death Star. Even though you were already of age, your mother covered your eyes. You could only see your feet and a bit of the ground in front of you. As you walked, you could smell copper in the air along with smoke. You could hear the sounds of people groaning and debris caving in on itself. Once you were about to board the ship, you looked up slightly and saw a severed hand on the ground. Curiosity killed the cat and you wish you’d never looked up. What scared you even more was the fact that nobody seemed to react to anything. Like there wasn’t a limit on how much gore their eyes could absorb. There was a knock at the door that pulled you back to reality. The automatic doors opened and revealed your mother. You were extremely grateful that you still got to see your mother every day. She had a different outlook on being aboard than you did. She was happy, we were finally safe, had amazing living conditions, and were together. Whenever you were feeling anxious she would remind you to count your blessings. Even though you knew she meant well with what she was saying, it could come off as dismissive at times. She set your dinner tray down and sat on your bed with you. 

“What’s wrong?” she asks knowingly. 

“Same as always,” you replied. 

“Let’s talk about it,” your mother pried gently. 

“There is really nothing to talk about, not about anything that I haven’t said before,” you said. 

“Are you just feeling closed in again?” she asked. 

“Again? I always feel closed in. I have no idea what we're even doing here. I feel silly because I always dreamed of a room like this, being surrounded by such elegance. Now, I just wish we had our shop and old living space. Yeah it was homely but at least it was purposeful,” you said. 

“Oh dear, It saddens me that you’re so focused on the negative. I know we had a comfortable life on Culinarian but now we have access to the finest of the galaxy. Lord Vader spared us, he spared you. He could have left you without me or just killed both of us. He didn’t and I don’t think it would be wise of you to be questioning why,” she said, standing up and giving you a kiss on top of your head. 

Shortly after your mother left, leaving you with a bowl of soup and bread. You weren’t feeling hungry these days, you missed your home planet. Your school and friends; there was a clothing shop right across from the bakery and would always trade goods with each other. It was the simple things like the feeling of excitement when your mom comes home with a basket of new clothes or shoes. The thrill of sneaking out with friends to go to different cantinas. Now all you did was accompany Lord Vader anywhere he chose to go which normally was starting to space. Sometimes you thought about just asking him what he was thinking about. Or why he was so sad and angry but never did. You’d seen him do horrible things, destroy part of the ship over the smallest of things. Kill entire villages simply for not having what he is looking for. He was a monster, ruthless and impatient; so much so that most of the time he didn’t realize what he did until after it was done. There was one incident in particular that made you question his morality. You were standing with him at the window panel. You had been there for 10 hours and stubbornly trying to stand there longer than he could; like some kind of endurance game. Once you were so overstimulated that you thought you might cry, you turned to walk away. That was when Vader reached and grabbed your wrist really tight, for a second you thought you were in trouble somehow. He simply told you to stay, not in an aggressive way but more of an invitation. He didn’t say anything for the rest of the time you were standing. Even though it was a small moment, it still made you think about what was behind the mask; a soft spot if you will. 

You set your dinner tray on the bedside table and make your way to the door. You had your nightgown on, it slightly stuck to your body as you walked. Pressing your ear against the door, you start listening to see if anyone is near. Once you were sure nobody was near, you let your finger rest on the button that opened the door. Your heart was beating so fast you were worried other people may hear it. The door slid open, leaving you blinded by the lights. It was so quiet, you were worried breathing too hard may get you caught. You walk around slowly, trying to find areas that are unfamiliar. You weren’t looking for anything in particular, your eyes just needed some new stimulation. The floors were cold against your feet, it was starting to make your teeth chatter. You passed the window panel that Vader normally stands but he wasn’t there. That relieved you, knowing there was no chance you could get caught by the lord himself. 

You turned a corner and immediately noticed the change in light. Instead of the bright white, the lights shined a deep red. Even though you had enough adrenaline in your body to kill a horse, you followed the lights. The walls were made of windows, so you could see space. Because of the lights reflecting off the glass, it made the stars appear red. It was nice to see something you always observed so different. You stayed there for a couple moments, admiring the lighting. You then walked into the room at the end of this hall. You physically cover your mouth with your hand when you lay eyes on him. He was in a bacta tank, completely submerged with serval tubes connected to him. There wasn’t a single part of his skin that wasn’t scared. It was shocking to see his amputations, you never realized. He was floating peacefully in the water, jerking or twitching every once in a while. Even though his eyes were closed, you could see how visible the bags under his eyes were. Perhaps this was the only place he felt true peace. You walked closer to the tank, standing so close that you could see your reflection. It wasn’t until then that you realized you were crying. His eyebrows were furrowed and his movements were becoming more frequent. This normally would have singled you to retreat back to your bed however, all you could think about was why they were keeping him alive. Who would put someone through such pain in order to maintain power? You now understand the power Lord Vader must possess. Such power that Palpatine was willing to go this far in order to keep Vader’s abilities and powers. You rested your hand and forehead on the class and closed your eyes. 

“For one day you will be engulfed in harmoniousness, the same way you are submerged in your torment,” you whispered into the glass. When you opened your eyes, Vader’s glowing eyes were cutting right through the glass. Your heart drops into your stomach and you run back to your chamber.

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enough of you to dull the pain

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If it was anyone else Billy would have said no. Immediately. No question. He's got rules, and staying in familiar territory is a big one. Doesn't matter how good the money or the dick is, he doesn't let johns choose the location. As much for his own safety as Heather's peace of mind. He always tells her where he's going before he leaves the apartment. 

Until tonight.

Until Steve fucking Harrington.

He figured Steve was a fake name at first. It's generic as hell, and the deer-in-the-headlights rapid blink he did before it fell out of his mouth that first night seemed like the look of someone scrambling for an answer. Usually isn't that hard for people to just tell the truth when someone asks their name. 

But no. 

He tossed Billy his wallet once. Still naked and sweaty and stretched out in questionably clean motel room sheets, a rosy glow on his cheeks and not a care in the world, like he hadn't just handed some random street walker every piece of ID he owns and $600 more than he's worth. 

His driver's license was tucked into a clear plastic pocket on the inside flap. A faded picture, his hair neatly combed, the corner of his mouth pinched like he was trying not to smile. Harrington, Steve. No middle name. 5' 10". 175 lbs. Eyes, brown. Hair, brown. 

He's a year or so older than Billy. Born in the fall.

"Harrington, huh," Billy drawled out, liking the way the name fit into his mouth. 

Steve shrugged, lounging, beautiful even in the dim light of a dirty lightbulb. The tiny smile that tugged at his reddened lips set something aflame in Billy's chest. Something that had been burrowing its way inside for weeks and had no business being there.

Something he's long since accepted isn't going away any time soon. They're months past Heather jokingly calling his weekly appointments date night and not thinking anything of him nervously brushing it off. Weeks past her dawning horror, growing concern, slammed doors and three rounds of a shouting match. He's tired of her going quiet every time he tells her where he'll be on a Friday night. Her judgemental eyes and pitying frown. Her chastising and talking in circles about how much of a moron he's being, like he doesn't fucking know already.

He always knew he was in over his head. It's been blindingly obvious from the start. Even when they were on his turf, Steve in his pressed slacks, unclipping his shiny fucking Rolex so he could carefully lay it on the scuffed-up table next to their rented bed, too clean, too bright, too good to be sitting on wrinkled sheets next to Billy in a dingy motel. The home field advantage should have kept him grounded but Steve's presence alone—his touch, his taste, the way he laughs, the way he looks at Billy like he's an actual person—kept him falling so far out of his depth he didn't know which was was up anymore. 

It's so much worse here. He's unmoored. Blind and struck dumb, nothing to hold onto but Steve but clinging too tightly hurts.  

He should have said no. He was prepared to say no. But that's not what came out of his mouth, and now here he is, in some ritzy fucking hotel, worlds away from anything resembling a safety net. He's pretty sure the floor his grimy boots are clomping on is actual marble, smooth and glassy and probably worth more than his first car. 

His reflection stares back at him in every surface he looks at. Shiny golden columns, lacquered wooden panels, crystal light fixtures sparkling on every wall, everything's so fucking polished and pristine he can't stop seeing his own face, flushed cheeks and barely concealed nerves, sticking out like a sore thumb even in his nicest shirt. 

It shouldn't matter. It doesn't matter. He's here to do a fucking job, the thread-count of the sheets he ends up between doesn't change that. All he needs to do is keep it together 'til he's there. Then he can forget about the concierge and his pressed suit glaring down his nose at Billy's cheap rings and butchered haircut. And the lady with her ankles crossed, eyeing him up from over her newspaper. And the man at the front desk with his bushy mustache, its edges curled with disdain. And the air in the room pressing in on all sides, thick and perfumed, catching in his throat like he's fucking drowning.

A familiar sickly feeling bubbles in his gut. His fingers twitch, curled into fists in his jacket pockets, sweat gathering in the creases of his palm. Ten years ago he'd have been giving in to the urge to break shit and run. Pick a fight, any fight, smash a window, knock over a stupid goddamn vase, anything to not be the only damaged thing in the room. 

Hell, he still might. He hasn't grown up that much.

Steve's hand lands on the small of his back, and he jolts, tensing, heart in his mouth. 

"I already checked in, just wait 'til you see the room," Steve says in a low voice, breath warm on the side of Billy's neck. 

Thank Christ, at least he doesn't have to stand around in this gilded hellscape attracting stares while Steve rents a room, totally fucking oblivious to how this looks to everyone in the foyer. 

There's a crude remark on the tip of his tongue. Some kind of innuendo he'd normally make in this sort of situation. It's expected of him. He's got a very specific role here, no matter how many idiotic fantasies he has about the what ifs. 

But he chokes. The thought of someone hearing him, the idea of leaning in and making it even clearer what they're here to do, it's all too much and his throat goes dry. 

Neither of them speak until they're alone in a third floor suite with the Do not Disturb sign hanging securely on the handle of its locked door. 

It's a nice room. Obviously. Well-lit. Plush carpet. There are at least six pillows on the bed, and none of them look drool-stained. 

Billy kicks his boots off, letting them land lopsidedly next to the coffee table. 

Damn, the carpeting really is fucking ridiculous. Might be easy on his knees for once. 

He bounces on his toes a little, trying to be subtle about shifting his weight around. Reminds him of walking barefoot on the beach, the warm give of sand shifting under his feet. But cleaner. 

"Nice, right?" 

Billy freezes, caught. Steve shed his jacket while Billy wasn't looking, and he's absentmindedly loosening his tie, eyes warm, watching. 

"Uh." Great. Good job. Steve's really getting his money's worth with all this witty banter. "...Yeah." Jesus fucking Christ.

Steve hums, seemingly content with Billy's answer, and continues to undress.

Now would be a good time to get it together. Like, right now. Say something cool, or offer to suck his dick, or…

"So, plans fall through with your wife or something?"

Not that. Idiot. But he can't take it back now, no matter how much he wants to. Steve might not wear a ring, but that doesn't mean Billy isn't about to hear something he never wanted to know.

He busies himself with taking his jacket off and laying it carefully over the back of the nearest chair. When he chances a peek at Steve he catches a glimpse of a furrowed brow and parted lips.

"Dude, I'm not married."

"Girlfriend then."

"No."

Billy lets out a silent breath, relief he has no right to feel washing over him. 

He doesn't ask why he's here if not to fill some void in a pre-existing plan. It won't be what he wants to hear, 'cause he's gotten too lucky already. Best to quit while he's ahead. 

It's probably just a kink thing.

Because he's here to fuck and that's it.

Every time they meet up it gets a little harder to remember that.

Which isn't entirely his fault, to be fair. It's not all on him and his incredibly inappropriate crush. Steve's started to linger, longer and longer after they're finished, he'll just…hang out. Asking Billy questions. Telling him little things about his life. 

Maybe they're sort of friends. In a fucked up way.

"How do you want me tonight?"

"Oh, uh…" Steve's shirtless now, thick mat of chest hair on full display. He's got good shoulders. Well-muscled. Broad, even if he doesn't hold himself like they are. He puts his hands on his hips, standing like a suburban dad who can't find his reading glasses while he eyes Billy up. Somehow this does not make him any less hot. Mostly it's just stupidly endearing. "What are you in the mood for?"

Billy blinks at him. 

It's not out of the ordinary for Steve to be mindful of Billy's needs when they have sex. In fact, he's very consistently been a generous lover, but he's never outright asked like that before, because…that's just not how this goes. Even when he gets clients who prefer being more submissive it's just a game they play, and they both know he doesn't make the rules. It's always about what the johns want. He's providing a service.

But Steve loves to come in and change shit, doesn't he. 

Billy used to let clients kiss him. He likes kissing. He likes having someone's tongue in his mouth. He likes the heat on his lips and the pressure and the softness. Not all of them are good at it, but a bad kiss can still be kind of fun. 

And then he met a client that he wanted to kiss more than anything else. Steve Harrington's mouth fucking haunts him. He dreams about kissing him. Lazily. Sloppily. Hungrily. Laying in bed for hours and just pressing their mouths together. He wanted to kiss him the second he saw him, and he knew it would ruin his fucking life.

So he lied. When he was giving Steve the run-down he told him he didn't kiss, and he pointedly ignored the puppy-dog eyes and the way Steve's gaze drifted south with poorly concealed disappointment.

And to make matters worse, he hasn't kissed a client since. Because none of them are Steve, and Billy's a fucking idiot. 

"C'mon, anything. What d'you wanna do?" Steve coaxes gently, so gently, like he's approaching a stray cat he wants to pet. 

Billy shakes his head, hoping it'll dislodge all the dumb rosy thoughts of sunlight in Steve's hair and petal pink lips trailing up his chest.  "That's not how this works."

"Why not?"

"Seriously?"

Steve just looks at him. Just fucking looks. His expression is fairly neutral, but his jaw is set. He's not going to just let this drop. Of course he isn't.

"Because. You're the one paying, man. Your wish is my command and all that shit."

"What if my wish is to do what makes you happy?"

That pulls a laugh out of Billy, a tiny, surprised noise burbling up out of nowhere. "Jesus Christ," he mumbles, rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand. The tips of his ears are warm, and it gets worse when Steve beams at him. "Yeah, yeah. You can't sweet-talk yourself a discount y'know."

"Not what I was after." 

Steve really needs to stop looking at him like that. Before Billy does something even stupider than agreeing to come here in the first place. 

He doesn't stop. It gets worse, actually. His delight softens into something fond, eyes crinkled at the corners and honey-sweet. And he comes closer. Close enough that Billy can smell his shampoo, an outdoorsy scent, clean and sunshiney. It's familiar by now, but still hits him right in the chest. 

"What're you after then?" Billy asks. He meant to sound light and flirty, dripping with enough innuendo to get this back into safe territory, but instead his voice is barely a whisper, straining with his failed effort to keep his feelings out of it. 

Steve toys with a button on Billy's shirt, tracing circles around it with a fingertip. "Told you already." He keeps running his thumb along the seam, teasing, a hair's breadth from the bare skin peeking out of the low dip of Billy's neckline. "I wanna make you happy." 

It's too much. Everything, the tone of Steve's voice, low and earnest and soft as velvet, the lump in the back of Billy's throat, his heart squeezing painfully, his lungs seizing, the cold sweat on his back, and the tiny point of contact between them, just…

He can't do this. 

He pulls away, stumbling back, shoulders hunched, hands frozen mid-air because he doesn't know what to do with them. "Don't do that." 

Steve's expression drops, his eyes wide, lips parted. He shuffles a step away from Billy, arms wrapped around his middle. "Shit—sorry. Sorry. I…uh. Are you…okay?" 

"Stop."

"What?"

"I'm not your fucking boyfriend, stop treating me like…" Like there's a chance this might go somewhere? Like hoping isn't a dangerous waste of time. Like there aren't hundred dollar bills burning a hole in the pocket of that jacket on the floor. 

Billy rubs his eyes, pressing with the heel of his hand until he sees stars.

"Sorry," Steve says again, quieter. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." 

God fucking damnit. 

"Why are we here, Steve?"

He's just a good person. He's just considerate and kind and it's not his fault Billy can't stop seeing signals that aren't there. The hotel was just a friendly gesture from someone with too much money. Or it was a sex thing. Or what the fuck ever. Billy doesn't want to hear it, but he fucking needs to.

So, he waits. And waits. Steve blinks at him, opening and closing his mouth silently. 

"Steve."

"I don't want to make you more uncomfortable!"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I—" Steve bites his lip. "It's been a year."

"What."

"A year ago today. Since we met. It's dumb, alright. I got a little drunk and booked a room, and I wasn't sure if you'd even say yes but I figured I'd ask, 'cause I'd already done it, and then…well, I mean, and now we're here. Because I…" He runs an agitated hand through his hair. "I want you to have nice things."

That wasn't what Billy expected. He was vaguely aware that they met this time last year, but he hadn't marked the day. And he definitely didn't think Steve had. 

He shoves his hands into his pockets to stop them from shaking. "You…" He trails off, at a loss. 

Steve's worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze dropping from Billy's face. "Yeah, I know, I'm a pathetic cliche. Miserable trust fund baby falls in love with a hooker. Shock, surprise. I'm sorry, okay, I…" He freezes, seeming to realize a second too late what he just said, but instead of back-paddling he just winces and looks apologetic. 

He's not taking it back. 

He's not taking it back. 

But he can't mean it, right? 

Billy's pulse roars in his ears. His ribcage feels hollowed out, full of hot air and champagne. Steve's words echo in his head, repeating over and over and over, but no matter how many times he hears it, it doesn't quite sink in. Doesn't feel real. 

His whole body is jittery, wracked with terror like he's never felt in his fucking life. 

He's been trying so hard to keep Steve at arm's length. Not that he's been doing it well, but he's tried. For Steve's sake as much as his own. Their relationship should've been simple. Easy. Just a business transaction. And Steve wasn't paying for Billy to get his dumb selfish feelings all over the place. 

Billy somehow never stopped to consider the flipside in all of this. He was too caught up in his own shit to notice that Steve was…Steve is…

Fuck, he has to say something. The right thing, for once. Hopefully.

He pushes a hand through his hair, fingers catching in tangles behind his ear, and he wastes a moment fiddling with the curls caught on his shirt collar. Stalling does nothing to settle his nerves. The rise and fall of his chest is still stilted, shallow, lungs burning as he tries to even out and can't quite get enough air. He opens his mouth. Closes it. And…

"At least we're a pathetic cliche together?" He manages to push out a wobbly exhale that's almost a laugh. 

Steve blinks at him. 

Another long moment passes. Silence.

"Are…you saying. What I think you're saying?"

"What do you think I'm saying."

"I…" Steve looks unsure, shifting his weight around. It's almost too much to bear, his kicked puppy-dog face, downcast eyes and contrition a weight around his shoulders. 

"Steve," Billy says softly. He pauses, chewing the inside of his cheek. The words are there, stuck. It feels like a physical thing, a lump in his throat that he can barely breathe around. It takes effort for him to whisper, "I want you to kiss me." 

Which at least gets Steve's attention. His head whips up, cheeks flushed pink, and he locks eyes with Billy. "You do? Right now?"

"What—yes, obviously, right n—nmm—"

Kissing Steve Harrington is better than he imagined. 

It's overwhelming in the best way. How suddenly Steve is just there, in his space, a gentle hand cupping his jaw, warmth radiating off him, his bare chest, his thigh pressed to Billy's, and his mouth, god, his mouth. Soft lips and a clever tongue. Billy's never wanted so badly to be devoured, aching more with every teasing scrape of teeth along his bottom lip. 

The room could be on fire and he wouldn't notice. 

Eventually they come up for air. Billy's not sure when his hands ended up on Steve's shoulders, fingertips pressing white marks into his biceps, but he's glad for the support, because his knees sure as hell aren't holding him up on their own. 

"Jesus Christ, we should've done that a long time ago," Billy chuckles breathlessly.

"Been wanting to for a year." 

"Mmn." He sighs, and rests his forehead against Steve's. "Yeah. Same." 

"Yeah?"

"Yes. Now kiss me again."

And he does.

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Description:

"Only in Darkness can you see the stars."

Or

Marlowe Knight stumbling upon a girl prophesied to end the world and going on the adventure of a life time.

Rating: M (Blood, cannon typical violence, sibling rivalry, scars, torture, trauma, angsttttt)

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14

Columbus, Ohio

2018

Getting up the short flight of stairs to the elevator was more of a challenge than Marlowe will ever admit, but she managed it. Standing in front of the elevator she made her way to the touch-screen beside it. Tapping it a few times to activate the camera on top. A red grid projecting over her eyes and blinking twice before turning green and the elevator doors slid open.

The ride up was short, thankfully, exhaustion really starting to hit her now that she was full and finally allowing herself to relax ever so slightly.

The design was minimalistic with an open floor plan in the main space, the kitchen living room and dining room all together but not feeling over crowded due to how large the pent house floor was. A hallway branched off of the kitchen, three doors at the end. Very Bruce, and almost comforting

The master room had a bed bigger than anything Marlowe had ever seen and a walk in closet filled with clothes she had a suspicion would all fit her perfectly. A slight chuckle leaving her lips as she shook her head and clicked off the light in the closet.

The second door led to a dark room with a large computer screen that took up a quarter of the wall, it was basically a flat screen TV, and a desk with a smaller monitor sitting at the end with a squishy chair tucked under the desk.

The third led to a gigantic bathroom with black and white marble counter tops and a fancy shower that had a touch screen panel instead of a nob to control the water temperature and pressure.

She had to think to remember the last time she had taken a shower.

Back in the hotel at the very beginning of her journey with Dick and Rachel. Too long. She turned down the brightness of the lights, because she could do that with the fancy touchscreen on the wall beside the sink, which helped with her head. Poking around, she found towels under the sink and stripped.

Trying to get Kory's shirt off was a pain and shifted her sore, badly bruised ribs. She did it, but was left panting and putting most of her weight onto the counter top afterward. It was then that she got a good look at all the damage she had taken the last week.

Dark bruises where she got shot in the warehouse blossoming on her collar bone, left-side ribs and right hip just under the scar tissue. Turning to see her back, purple-green bruises lined her spine and shoulder blades from her fight with the siblings on the roof. A bruise starting to form under the split skin on her temple as well and she didn't even want to touch the bump on the back of her head. 

Long story short, she looked like she had been through the wringer and felt like it too. After a long shower, the warm water helping soothe her sore body and aching head, she got changed into a soft oversized t-shirt and cotton shorts before practically falling into the bed. She was so tired she physically couldn't keep herself awake once her head hit the fluffy pillows. 

Sirens wailed, flashing red and blue lights filtering in harshly through the newspaper covered windows.

"You're okay. You're okay. Dad's got you. You're okay."

Marlowe's eyes shot open as she gasped, sheets tangled around her legs from her thrashing, arm raised and launching at the blurry figure causing the dip in the bed beside her. Only to meet air. Her forward momentum making her fly forward and tumble off the bed. Bringing the sheets with her as she landed hard on her shoulder against the cold hardwood.

Cosmo waking up from their spot on the arm chair in the corner of the room and hovering over Marlowe. Two seconds away from blasting the imaginary intruder while Marlowe fought to get her breath back. Her adrenaline fueled panic clearing the sleep from her broken brain in an instant, paranoid eyes darting across the room as she heaved herself up, whole body aching.

Spinning in dizzying circles as her heart raced under her quickly heating skin, finding her fingers wrapping themselves around Cosmo and leveling them defensively. Doing a sweep of the room and then the whole penthouse, just to come up with nothing.

She was alone.

"Jesus Christ Marlowe. You're really losing it aren't you?" She asked herself, running her hands through her tangled bed head and letting go of Cosmo, freeing the Staff to do as they pleased. Her heart starting to slow and calm, just like her. The organs known as her lungs fully expanding with each breath again.

And just as she was coming down off the adrenaline rush, she felt a pain in her leg. Specifically, where her stitches were. Looking down and seeing a growing spot of red through the bandage she sloppily applied after her shower and cursing. Marlowe didn't think she had been asleep long. Judging by the barely changing light coming in from outside, she guessed maybe an hour, she felt like she hadn't slept at all.

She was shocked to find that she had slept for almost twenty-four hours.

Thank you fancy digital clock that also tells me what day it is.

Marlowe also took the time to mentally thank Bruce about keeping a stocked medicine cabinet behind the bathroom mirror. One that had a very up to date and comprehensive suture kit, with numbing antiseptic cream that Marlowe almost cried seeing.

She had ripped through the majority of her stitches with this morning's panic but it didn't take long to redo them. Smoothing a bandage over them and cleaning up the mess before padding into the main space of the penthouse again. Rachel would love this place.

Marlowe shut down those thoughts as soon as they formed. Don't do that to yourself. Not right now. Marlowe's stomach growled, but she also felt nauseous at the same time. It was a strange feeling to be hungry but yet also feel sick at the prospect of eating food.

Pushing past the dizzying nausea she rummaged through the fancy fridge and stocked pantry. Finding fudge brownie pop tarts and chuckling. Ripping open a pack she slowly ate one, but it didn't really hit the spot like it normally did, so Marlowe decided to make an omelet, because why not?

The pan hissed as the whisked eggs hit the bottom, tendrils of smoke and the smell of butter wafted up to her nose. Soft music played from the Bluetooth speakers her phone connected to in the kitchen adding to the ambient noise. The music dulled for a second, alerting her she had gotten a notification, checking the cracked screen of her phone, she cursed.

--Thirty missed calls from Blue Jay

--Fifty-three unopened texts from Blue Jay

"Good God Jason..." Marlowe muttered, rubbing her forehead in stress. Her eyes drifted back to her cooking eggs, putting down her phone in favor of eating before dealing with the ear full she was going to get from her self-proclaimed best friend. Flipping the round mass of egg, a familiar melody came on that made her freeze.

"You're burning them!" Marlowe tried to save their breakfast from the hands of her father. Her eyes bright with only the light a naïve teenage could have as laughter bubbled out of her lips as her father blocked her attempts, batting away her hands with the spatula and scolding her.

"They're fine, let your old man cook breakfast for once. You do it all the time, it can't be that hard." Jack laughed at his daughter's glare and huff, patting the top of her head and pointing to the chair on the other side of the kitchen island. The soft Saturday sun peaking in through the slightly see-through cream-colored curtains of the French double doors behind the girl, leading to the back yard. The soft music playing grabbing her father's attention as she sat on one of the stools.

Her dad's grin curling up even farther on his lips as he danced over to the speaker and turned up the song. Using his spatula as his microphone he pretended to sing along as he made his way to his daughter's side.

I don't wanna talk

About things we've gone through

Though it's hurting me

Now, It's history

Jack made a spectacle out of himself, hamming up the drama as he sorrowfully "sung" into his spatula. Getting up right next to Marlowe's face, before spinning around he back and grabbing her other shoulder as the chorus started

No more ace to play

The winner takes it all

The loser's standing small

Beside the victory

That's her destiny

Marlowe couldn't stop the giggles that erupted from her at her father's heartfelt rendition of an ABBA classic. Her father took her hand and pulled her from her seat, spinning her around and dipping her. Marlowe laughing and letting him, the father – daughter duo bringing the mostly unused and slightly depressing kitchen to life that sunny Saturday morning.

The smell of burning eggs filled her nose as she was brought back to the present, Marlowe cursing and jerking to save her meal.

~~*~~

She was unsuccessful.

Taking her time eating her slightly burnt omelet in silence because she was too scared to turn the music back on. The burnt eggs filling her mouth with a sour aftertaste that had her chasing it down with orange juice and water.

The opening of Rockin' Robin by a young Michael Jackson made her jump and reach for her phone for only the second time that morning, which was quickly fading into the afternoon.

"Thank fuck! Did you forget how to answer the fucking phone?! You're not, like, dying right?" Jason's voice crackled across the speaker and Marlowe had to fight the grin already peeling at the corners of her mouth.

"Well hello to you too. I'm doing good thanks for asking. How are you?"

"Pretty worried that my best friend is on the brink of death. Thanks for asking." Marlowe chuckled and shook her head at the sass being thrown at her but knew to expect nothing else from Jason.

"You're so welcome. And just to let you know, I'm not dying, I've just... had a run in with some unforeseen events and needed a place to regroup. That's all. Don't freak out."

"Too late for that. When I heard Bruce say you were using the safe house in Columbus, Ohio, of all places I thought I was hearing things."

Marlowe could only shake her head at Jason, but couldn't help but agree, landing in Ohio of all places was not what she expected.

"Seriously though. You're, okay? Right?" Jason's voice crackled with genuine concern that tugged at something in Marlowe's chest, something she did her best to ignore.

"Define okay."

"Marlowe." The girl winced at the use of her legal name.

"Okay, okay. Jeez, I was just joking. I'm okay as I can be, all things considered."

"That doesn't put me at ease. Like at all. Do I need to come over there? Because you know I will."

"The gesture is sweet, but seriously Blue. I'm fine." She laughed.

"Are you sure?" Jason pushed, hearing a slight hesitation that made him worry.

"Very."

"Good." He breathes out quietly, his tone leading Marlowe to believe he just nodded which made her chuckle again. He cheeks starting to hurt from her grin.

"Also, I don't think Bruce would approve of you just flying the nest like that without any kind of advance planning or warning. Not really his vibe." Marlowe pointed out, only to hear Jason's voice mocking hers on the other side of the phone call before a loud huff was pushed across.

"I missed you Marley." Marlowe stilled, taking a breath. Her wide grin softening along with her eyes as she played with her fork. Eyes following her nail tracing the simple design etched into the metal as she reciprocated.

"I missed you too, Blue."

She heard him curse softly and her eyebrows furrowed in concern as she called his name, "I can call you back if you're in the middle of something Jay...."

"I'm sorry, it's a case, I can fill you in later if you want but I gotta go. You promise to call back though?" Jason stressed, scolding her like a child. Marlowe sinking down in her seat unintentionally, able to see in her head Jason standing across from her with a heavy finger pointed at her, that look in his eyes that he gets when he actually cares about something. When he would ever fix that look her way it made something in her stomach warm and a tug in her chest. It was scary. But also addicting. 

"Yeah."

"Marlowe."

"Alright, alright. I promise." Marlowe laughed through her nose as Jason muttered out a 'good' and hung up. Her cheeks aching like the rest of her sore muscles.

~~*~~

Covington, Ohio

2018

Dick pulled into the parking lot of Skooters Roller Palace, parking with a screech of his tires. Eyes falling to his glove box, reaching forward and opening it before he could think about it too much and grabbing Marlowe's switch blade. Stuffing the knife into his pocket as he got out and locked the car behind him.

Entering the roller rink, he had to dodge a couple kids on skates before he saw bright pink hair by the jukebox. Storming over like the man on a mission that he was. "Hey." He tried to get her attention, only to be ignored, "Hey, I gotta talk to you."

"Yeah? Take a number." Kory threw over her shoulder, annoyed, thinking he was just another guy trying to hit on her.

Dick let his irritation show in how he shifted on his feet, "About Rachel and Marlowe." The knife in his pocket felt like it weighted a hundred pounds. It was odd, how fixated he had been on it the past two days trying to track her and Rachel down.

He noticed how it didn't look like the kind of weapon she'd buy for herself; the handle was heavy with the design and looked like it was supposed to be more decorative than for combat. But then you released the blade and it was made very clear that you did not want to be on the business end of this thing. It was deceiving, sort of like it's owner in a way. But beside the coat of her Stargirl suit, he'd never seen her wear the color red.

She wore a lot of blue though.

Was that her favorite color? Jesus, you don't even know her favorite color.

Why would she buy an expensive knife with a red handle? Unless she didn't buy it and it was a gift? Who would gift someone a knife like this though? Her dad maybe?

His questions had kept his mind from playing images of bloody handprints on cream-colored walls and the memory of how her face went blank as she shut herself and her hurt feelings away completely, because of him, on repeat.

The woman paused for a moment before turning around and appraising him up and down with her eyes, "You're Dick. From Detroit."

"Where are they?"

~~*~~

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Conclusion

The Imperial Collection by Amulya Mica offers a diverse range of high-quality laminates designed to enhance the beauty and functionality of any interior. With options like marble texture, fabric texture, and leather finish, these laminates cater to various design preferences and applications. Explore the Imperial Collection to find the perfect laminate sheet for your next project.

For more information, visit Amulya Mica.

[durofillseo]

The Power of Glass Epoxy and Glass Bond Epoxy: Building Beauty and Strength

The world of DIY and professional crafting offers endless possibilities for creating stunning and functional projects. When it comes to incorporating glass, two materials emerge as powerful tools: glass epoxy and glass bond epoxy. While both involve epoxies and glass, they cater to distinct needs, allowing you to achieve impressive results in either building strength or creating captivating visual effects.glass epoxy

Glass Epoxy: The Foundation for Strength and Beauty

Glass epoxy, also known as Glass Fiber Reinforced Plastic (GFRP), isn't simply an adhesive; it's a composite material. Imagine a web of thin, high-strength glass fibers embedded within a powerful epoxy resin matrix. This combination creates a lightweight yet incredibly strong material with a unique aesthetic potential. Here's what makes glass epoxy so powerful:

Unmatched Strength-to-Weight Ratio: Glass epoxy boasts exceptional strength, making it ideal for applications demanding high structural integrity. Boats, surfboards, kayaks, prosthetics, and various aerospace components rely on this strength for functionality and safety. Despite its impressive strength, glass epoxy remains surprisingly lightweight, offering an advantage in many applications.

Versatility in Form: Durofill Glass Epoxy (as an example) comes in various forms, catering to diverse project needs. Sheets provide a flat base for countertops, tabletops, or wall panels. Rods and tubes offer options for creating structural elements with a sleek, modern look. Fabrics, woven from glass fibers, allow for shaping and molding the epoxy for curved surfaces or intricate designs.

Customizable Aesthetics: While the natural state of glass epoxy leans towards a translucent white, some manufacturers offer pre-pigmented options or dyes that can be incorporated during mixing. This allows for introducing pops of color or achieving a specific aesthetic for your project, like replicating the look of marble countertops.

Durability You Can Trust: Beyond strength, glass epoxy boasts excellent resistance to scratches, chips, and impacts. It's also weather-resistant, making it a viable option for outdoor applications like patios or poolside furniture.

Applications for Strength and Beauty:

Countertops: Glass epoxy countertops offer a unique combination of high strength, beauty, and functionality. They can be customized with color pigments or embedded decorative elements like seashells or stones. Their inherent durability ensures they can withstand daily wear and tear in kitchens or high-traffic areas.

Furniture: Glass epoxy can be used to create stunning and durable furniture pieces. Coffee tables with sleek, molded tops or chairs with integrated glass elements are just a few possibilities. Its lightweight nature adds to the appeal, especially for modern furniture designs.

Wall Panels: Glass epoxy panels can create a beautiful and sophisticated accent wall. They can be molded into textured designs or incorporate colored pigments for a vibrant splash. Their durability makes them ideal for high-traffic areas.

Glass Bond Epoxy: The Power of Adhesion for Stunning Effects

Glass bond epoxy, on the other hand, is a true adhesive specifically formulated for bonding glass to itself or other materials. It acts as a powerful glue, creating a seamless connection for stunning visual effects in various applications. Here's how glass bond epoxy empowers your creativity:

Seamless Glass Art: Glass bond epoxy empowers artists to create captivating three-dimensional glass sculptures or intricate mosaics. By securely adhering fractured glass pieces together, artists can express themselves through unique and visually striking works of art. The clarity of the epoxy ensures minimal visual disruption, allowing the beauty of the glass itself to shine through.

Functional Glass Applications: Incorporating glass into furniture or decorative pieces often requires secure attachment. Glass bond epoxy allows for adhering glass panels to metal frames, wooden bases, or other materials. This opens doors to creating unique furniture designs, display cases with clear glass panels, or decorative elements with integrated glass features.

Repairing Broken Glass: Accidents happen, and a cherished glass object can chip or crack. Glass bond epoxy comes to the rescue, allowing for repairs that restore the functionality and beauty of the piece. Its high bond strength ensures a long-lasting and secure repair.

Applications for Visual Appeal and Functionality:

Mosaics and Glass Art: Glass bond epoxy allows artists to create stunning mosaics or intricate glass sculptures by adhering fractured glass pieces together. The clear epoxy ensures a seamless visual connection, highlighting the beauty of the glass itself.

Glass Furniture: Furniture with integrated glass elements, like coffee tables with glass tops or shelves with glass panels, relies on glass bond epoxy for secure attachment. This allows for creating beautiful and functional furniture pieces.

Display Cases: Glass bond epoxy is ideal for creating display cases with clear glass panels. By securely adhering the glass to the frame, it allows for showcasing valuables or collectibles while maintaining a clean and modern aesthetic.Glass Bond Epoxy

[taylorpool99]

Unleashing Precision and Efficiency: Exploring the Diverse Applications of Water Jet Cutters in Townsville

Water jet cutters have emerged as indispensable tools in the manufacturing, construction, and fabrication industries in Townsville, offering unmatched precision, versatility, and efficiency in cutting a wide range of materials. From metal fabrication and signage production to architectural detailing and aerospace components, water jet cutters play a crucial role in shaping the landscape of Townsville's industrial sector. Let's delve into the unique applications and uses of water jet cutters in Townsville:

Metal Fabrication and Machining: 

In Townsville's thriving metal fabrication industry, water jet cutters are widely used for cutting and machining various metals with precision and accuracy. From stainless steel and aluminium to copper and brass, water jet cutters can effortlessly cut thick metal sheets, plates, and profiles to create intricate components, parts, and prototypes for diverse applications. Whether it's fabricating structural steel beams for construction projects or producing precision-engineered parts for machinery and equipment, water jet cutters provide unparalleled versatility and efficiency.

Signage and Graphics: 

Water jet cutters are indispensable tools for the signage and graphics industry in Townsville, allowing for the precise cutting of materials such as acrylic, PVC, aluminium composite panels, and stainless steel. Whether it's cutting letters, logos, or intricate designs, water jet cutters can achieve crisp, clean edges and intricate details with ease. Sign makers in Townsville rely on water jet cutters to produce eye-catching signage, wayfinding systems, architectural features, and decorative elements that enhance the visual appeal of public spaces, commercial buildings, and retail establishments.

Architectural Detailing and Cladding: 

Water jet cutters play a vital role in architectural detailing and cladding projects in Townsville, where precision and quality are paramount. Architects, designers, and contractors utilise water jet cutters to cut materials such as stone, marble, granite, and porcelain tiles to precise specifications for facade elements, wall cladding, flooring, and decorative features. Water jet cutting allows for intricate patterns, textures, and designs to be achieved, enabling the creation of stunning architectural elements that enhance the aesthetic appeal and functionality of buildings and structures.

Automotive Parts: 

Automotive enthusiasts and professionals in Townsville turn to water jet cutters for the production of custom automotive parts and components. Whether it's cutting precision gaskets, brackets, or body panels, water jet cutters offer the versatility and accuracy required to meet the demanding specifications of automotive applications. From classic car restorations to performance upgrades and custom modifications, water jet cutters enable the fabrication of bespoke automotive parts that enhance performance, aesthetics, and functionality.

Marine and Offshore Applications: 

In Townsville's maritime industry, water jet cutters are utilised for a variety of marine and offshore applications, including shipbuilding, repair, and maintenance. Water jet cutters can cut materials such as steel, aluminium, and fibreglass-reinforced plastics (FRP) with precision, making them ideal for fabricating hull components, deck fittings, propellers, and marine structures. With their ability to cut thick materials without heat-affected zones, water jet cutters ensure the structural integrity and durability of marine components, even in harsh marine environments.

Water jet cutters have become indispensable tools in Townsville's industrial landscape, offering versatile solutions for cutting, machining, and fabricating a wide range of materials. From metal fabrication and signage production to architectural detailing and aerospace components, water jet cutters play a crucial role in shaping various industries and driving innovation and productivity. As Townsville continues to grow and evolve, water jet cutters will remain essential tools for businesses, industries, and educational institutions seeking to achieve precision, efficiency, and excellence in cutting and fabrication processes.

[businessbench]

Business Bench: Crafting Quality Solutions for Interior and Exterior Spaces

Introduction:

Business Bench emerges as a distinguished manufacturing company dedicated to providing premium solutions for both interior and exterior spaces. Renowned for its diverse array of products including wallpapers, WPC fluted panels, poly granite sheets, wooden flooring, stone-coated steel roofing, and embossed panels, Business Bench epitomizes excellence in craftsmanship and innovation. As a leader in the industry, Business Bench prides itself on being the best wallpaper manufacturer, WPC-fluted panel manufacturer, and producer of poly granite sheets and PVC marble sheets. Let's delve into the details of each of these exceptional products and explore how Business Bench is redefining the standards of quality and design.

Wallpaper: Redefining Interior Aesthetics

Business Bench sets the benchmark as one of the best wallpaper manufacturers. We make our wallpapers carefully, paying close attention to details. We have many designs, patterns, and textures to fit different styles and likes. With superior quality materials and advanced printing technologies, Business Bench wallpapers ensure durability and long-lasting beauty, transforming ordinary spaces into extraordinary ones.

WPC Fluted Panels: Versatile and Eco-Friendly Solutions

As a leading WPC-fluted panel manufacturer, Business Bench prioritizes sustainability and innovation in its product offerings. Our WPC fluted panels blend the inherent beauty of wood with the resilience of plastic, providing flexible options appropriate for interior and exterior applications. Whether used as wall cladding, ceiling panels, or exterior facades, Business Bench's WPC fluted panels offer unmatched durability, weather resistance, and aesthetic appeal. With a commitment to quality and environmental stewardship, Business Bench continues to revolutionize the architectural landscape with its innovative WPC products.

Poly Granite Sheets and PVC Marble Sheets: Luxury Redefined

Business Bench's polygranite sheets and PVC marble sheets epitomize luxury and sophistication. Crafted with meticulous attention to detail, our poly granite sheets offer the elegance of natural granite without the cost and maintenance requirements. Available in a variety of colors and finishes, our polygranite sheet allows designers and architects to create stunning interiors that exude timeless beauty and style. Similarly, our PVC marble sheets offer a cost-effective alternative to traditional marble, providing homeowners and designers with endless possibilities for creative expression and customization.

Wooden Flooring: Timeless Elegance and Durability

Business Bench's wooden flooring products combine timeless elegance with unmatched durability. Crafted from the finest hardwoods and engineered for strength and stability, our wooden flooring solutions add warmth and character to any space. Whether it's a residential home or a commercial establishment, Business Bench's wooden flooring creates a welcoming ambiance that stands the test of time. With a wide range of finishes and styles to choose from, our wooden flooring products cater to diverse design preferences and architectural styles, making them a preferred choice among homeowners and designers alike.

Stone-Coated Steel Roofing: Superior Protection and Aesthetic Appeal

Business Bench's stone-coated steel roofing systems offer superior protection against the elements while enhancing the curb appeal of any structure. Constructed from high-quality steel and coated with natural stone granules, our roofing systems are engineered to withstand extreme weather conditions and provide long-lasting performance. With a variety of profiles and colors available, Business Bench's stone-coated steel roofing systems offer unparalleled versatility and aesthetic appeal, making them the preferred choice for residential and commercial projects alike.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, Business Bench stands as a testament to innovation, quality, and excellence in the manufacturing industry. With a diverse portfolio of products including wallpapers, WPC fluted panels, poly granite sheets, wooden flooring, stone-coated steel roofing, and embossed panels, Business Bench continues to redefine interior and exterior solutions. As leaders in their respective fields, Business Bench remains committed to delivering products of unparalleled quality, durability, and aesthetic appeal. With a focus on sustainability, innovation, and customer satisfaction, Business Bench is poised to shape the future of architecture and design, one exceptional product at a time.

[axiro]

Through the Dragon's Eyes || Talon AU Hanzo Shimada

Chapter Six - Constrict

An assignment is given.

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Any underlined text signifies background music/ambiance is linked. :)

As he is led through the hall, Hanzo's eyes wander around the architecture. Whatever this place used to be is unknown, yet it seems to have been of much importance when it was built, obviously centuries ago. It's been modified since then to accommodate for the changing tides of a world swallowed by technology. The large marble pillars, shining tile floor and high vaulted ceilings make him feel incredibly small. His eyes return to front. There's only about another minute of walking before the soldiers stop outside a set of rather large double doors, stepping aside for him.

He glances to them momentarily before approaching the entry. The handles are flat, curved bars, the doors themselves being chiseled with ornate paneling with what looks like golden trim laced into the wooden designs. Slipping his palm over the right handle, he pushes down and in.

A light breeze greets him. The first thing to catch his eye is the soft flow of sheer white curtains hanging over two large open windows that look out onto the city. The paneled walls are a deep red, of all colors, white trim with installed lights evenly spaced throughout. The bed to the left wall is a good size, much larger than his futon and raised off the ground in a dark wooden frame. The sheets are white, four plump pillows upon the headboard. Just seeing it reminds him of his exhaustion. Next to the bed sits his bow and quiver. On it's surface, a folded set of clothing along with some armor plating.

In between the twin windows stands a dark wood desk to match the bed frame. Its an older style of writing desk, sliding drawers and a wooden chair with a cushion pushed into its edge. On the right wall of the rather long, rectangular room stands a dresser. Again, likely the same material if not very similar to the other pieces within the room. A curved top sweeping up into points at the edges, dangling hoops for handles. He finally steps inside. Once he does, the soldiers turn and begin marching off in an orderly fashion. He reaches behind himself and closes the door, standing with his back against it, hand still gripping the handle.

Despite the beautiful nature of the room, he can't help but know it's just to appeal to him. Special treatment, like pampering a victim before sacrifice.

Pushing off the door, he walks to the bed, scanning over the clothes with heavy half-lidded eyes. The armor possesses the Talon symbol on one of the shoulder pads. He scoffs, simply sliding all of it off the edge of the bed, the cloth flopping onto the tile floor alongside the armor clunking. Parading around in that junk like he's their property is insulting.

Fuck off.

He turns with his back facing the bed, letting his weight pull him down onto the sheets. He sinks into the comforter, the light linen scent puffing around him. Staring at the ceiling, his mind grows foggy. Anger from the meeting swirls in his gut as he clenches the sheets in tight fists at his side.

They’re giving the illusion of choice. There is no choice. That was made clear from the beginning. But it doesn't matter. Whatever this assignment is, he'll be in and out, truncating all ties in the process once he gets what's necessary.

Kicking off his boots and pulling his legs up onto the bed, he rolls to lie on his side facing the door, silently hoping one of them comes for him. Hoping they'll try their luck. Rid of him before the sun rises the next day to just solidify their claim as so many before have tried and failed to do.

Shutting his eyes, he allows his body to seep out of consciousness.

-

Again.

The nightmare. Yet now, on the third run, something alters.

He makes it to the other side without the ground shattering beneath him.

Hauling himself up, he races to open the door. Time pauses. Feeling like his mind is moving ten times faster than his body, he can only mentally beg for everything to unlock and let him go.

Silence.

His hand grips the door frame. He pulls.

Nothing.

It doesn't move.

Something else does.

His breath is knocked from his chest in a vocal exclamation as a force crashes through the door into his torso with a sharp pain. The paper tears, wooden frame cracking apart paired with the crude sound of twisting flesh.

A chill.

Then warmth.

An ache.

His heartbeat pounds, sending a heavy pulse through his veins. The wave hits a spot in his gut where the heat has collected, the ache increasing heavily. His hand flies down, palm hitting a hard, smooth surface.

He stutters out a shuddering gasp, eyes blown wide. A gurgle bubbles in his throat as the cause retracts from his body slicked in crimson, the form it ruts from remaining in darkness. He staggers back a few steps, his heel hitting the edge of the splintered floor. Looking down to his hand, the cold air caresses along the saturated palm and fingers, the newly made orifice in his torso crying red. His sight latches onto the long, cone shaped object disappearing from view, dripping with gore.

There's a low rumble that shakes his very soul. Despite not being able to see what it is, he can tell by the sound that it's large. He hears a soft shifting in the blackness. A stomp.

Eyes.

The only thing he can manage is a strained gasp as the blank white canvases bore into him. Strength syphons from his legs and he falls to his knees, bloodied hand slapping down to catch himself before the rest of his body follows suit. He holds his left arm across himself, drops of life rolling down the tattooed head of the dragon on his wrist.

He strains, looking back up to the entity before him.

Why?

There's a long snake-like hiss, followed by a deep, chuffing growl. No answer is given to his mental inquiry.

Passing out, everything goes black.

-

He wakes, feeling numb as if his body had died and somehow left him trapped within it. He's still on his side facing the door of his room, the light having slipped behind the horizon, wind gone still.

These nightmares have been consistent. They can't be normal at this rate. Developing in such vivid detail, altering to such a degree that just doesn't make sense.

Silently, slowly, he pushes himself to sit up. He has no idea what time it is, and no desire to check. He knows he's been out for several hours by now. He simply remains in the room the rest of the night.

Meditating.

Resting.

If his body and mind allowed, he'd drift off to sleep again, luckily undisturbed by any further uncomfortable imagery. Perhaps the few hour bouts of unconsciousness weren't enough to form anything.

Soon enough, sunlight creeps through the windows with birdsong.

He's up.

He puts his shoes back on and walks to the door, exiting into the large stone and tile hallway. It's such a dreary place. Befitting, considering the organization. If it weren't for the open nature of some of the areas, he'd forget what the sun looks and feels like just by being inside for a few minutes.

He finds himself in the meeting room again, lighting unchanged. A windowless pit. He hears rather heavy footsteps approaching, paired with swaying leather. Turning to investigate, Reaper walks through the archway.

"You're early." Says the wraith.

Hanzo glares at him, not giving an answer. The other man just scoffs.

"I'm assuming you're ready now, then. I'm the one handing you the assignment, anyways." He pauses, turning from Hanzo to walk towards the table.

Hanzo sees Reaper's fists clench, the leather of his gloves squeaking under the pressure.

"Let's get this over with." Reaper growls.

He seems upset. That does seem to be normal for him, Hanzo has found, however there's a hint of reluctance in his voice. His demeanor has changed from when they first met. He doesn't hold the pride he did that night.

Hanzo follows him a few paces behind. Reaper grabs the back of his chair and rolls it off to the side to clear space to stand before activating the hologram from the table's center. As it loads up, the images from the afternoon prior remain. He reaches into his jacket, pulling out a small cube. It's purple and looks almost like a gem. He then tosses it to the hologram. It's caught like an insect in a spiderweb, beginning to break apart into pixels that consume the current visuals, melding into the neutral blue color of the display.

The images are replaced. There's a photo of a large glowing cube, sitting off the side of train tracks next to video of the train where its currently docked. It's a hyper train. High class transportation. There's one back in Japan as well. It goes so fast, it only takes a few hours to get from one side of the island to the other on it.

"There was a sting op interrupted a few weeks ago. The cargo was ejected from the train in the process. We have since recovered it, but the culprit is still out there."

Reaper places his hand on the table, a holographic keyboard fizzing to life underneath. He taps the space bar, shifting the visuals to display images of varying security footage. There's a man in them. Some of the footage is not very good quality, seeming to just be a static mess of a silhouette. Only one of them can Hanzo get better look at him. An overhead cam seeming to be in the alleyway of a bar.

A serape over his torso that flows the length of his back. A cowboy hat. Metal chest plate. He's got a cigar and is puffing it, seemingly without a care in the world.

"He was last seen in Monaco. He's been interfering with our operations for months. So at this point, he either joins us, or needs to be out of the picture."

The archer's trained eye sears every detail it can into his mind. Regardless, someone dressed like that would be hard to miss. The man looks straight at the camera before flicking the last of his cigar in its direction, and he can swear he sees him smirk. The next set of images takes over, only helping solidify the image. Now there's identification. Very specific identification.

Name, Cole Cassidy. Age, 37. American bounty hunter. Mercenary.

Not unlike Hanzo, it seems he's hopping around the world to take care of various jobs. However, his are bigger than just local gang activities. He's gone after Talon. And they want him shut down.

The wraith taps on the holographic keyboard before swiping his hand across the larger display, paired with a whoosh sound effect in response from it. There's a small notification that emits from his coat. Reaching inside, he pulls something out.

A wrist watch.

He hands it over to Hanzo, who furrows his brow before accepting it and looking it over. It's a normal looking watch, though when he presses in the dial, it produces a small holographic screen for him, displaying the file notification.

"This has everything you need for the mission. Keep coms with us on progress." Reaper explains.

Hanzo places it on his left wrist, looking up to Reaper as he secures it.

"Do I have a time limit?" He asks.

"No. Just get it done." Reaper replies, holding his hand out to the cube as it snaps off from the hologram and plants itself back into his grasp.

"Helipad. The sooner the better." He growls, walking past him as the hologram fizzles away. Hanzo looks back down to the watch, tapping on the file notification. It loads up on the photo of his target.

So be it.

[rockmaxboard]

Exploring the Versatility and Beauty of Formica Laminates

Formica laminates have become synonymous with innovative and stylish interior design solutions. These versatile materials have transformed spaces, offering a balance of aesthetics and functionality that appeals to both homeowners and professionals. In this article, we'll dive into what Formica laminates are and how they've revolutionized interior design across the globe.

Understanding Formica Laminates

Formica laminates are composite materials made by layering paper or fabric sheets with resin impregnation. These layers are then subjected to high heat and pressure to create a durable and decorative surface. The result is a material that boasts not only remarkable strength but also an array of aesthetic options. Formica laminates can mimic the appearance of various natural materials, such as wood, stone, and metal, while providing enhanced durability and affordability.

The Versatility of Formica Laminates

Countertops and Surfaces: One of the most common applications of Formica laminates is in countertops. The material's resistance to stains, heat, and impact makes it an ideal choice for kitchen and bathroom surfaces that endure heavy daily use. From vibrant patterns to subtle textures, Formica laminates offer an extensive palette to match any design concept.

Cabinetry and Furniture: Formica laminates are also widely used for cabinetry and furniture applications. They provide an opportunity to infuse personality into a space, whether through bold colors or intricate designs. The material's durability ensures that cabinets and furniture retain their appearance even in high-traffic areas.

Walls and Panels: Formica laminates have transcended traditional surfaces and made their way onto walls and panels. From accent walls to full-room installations, these laminates can transform the ambiance of a space. Their ease of maintenance and resistance to wear make them a practical choice for areas prone to scuffs and scratches.

The Benefits of Formica Laminates

Durability: Formica laminates are engineered to withstand the rigors of everyday life. Their scratch and impact resistance ensure that surfaces maintain their appearance for years to come.

Aesthetic Variety: With Formica laminates, design possibilities are virtually limitless. Whether you're aiming for a rustic wood look or a sleek metallic finish, there's a Formica laminate that fits the vision.

Affordability: Achieving the look of high-end materials like marble or hardwood can be costly. Formica laminates provide an affordable alternative without compromising on aesthetics or quality.

Revolutionizing Interior Design

Formica laminates have transformed interior design by offering accessible yet visually stunning options. They've democratized design, allowing homeowners and professionals to explore their creativity without breaking the bank. Additionally, the material's resilience ensures that spaces retain their charm even in the face of daily wear and tear.

Formica laminates are a testament to the fusion of artistry and technology. They provide a canvas for design expression while maintaining a practical edge. From countertops to walls, these laminates have become a cornerstone in contemporary interior design, bridging the gap between beauty and functionality. Whether you're embarking on a renovation project or crafting a new space, Formica laminates offer a world of design potential at your fingertips.