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Friends or What?

James Potter x F!Reader

A coming of age story in which Potter's Corner Shop has a funny way of bringing people together. Falling in love is daunting when everyone is watching.

Ao3 Link (chapters will be uploaded here the day before Tumblr).

CW: For Chapter One, the content warnings include: Use of the word 'fag', but in context to a cigarette (UK slang) Foul language A minor using the word 'shagging' Smoking/Drinking alcohol A comment about hoping someone chokes Threat of caving someone's head in with a baseball bat (it's lighthearted, I swear) Implied internalised homophobia Mentions of fighting

Please be aware that this fic will contain multiple hard to read scenes, and I completely understand, if because of this, you choose not to read :) it's a coming of age fic, while there'll be lots of fluff and happy moments, there'll also be lots of hard, uncomfortable moments, too. Please, please, do not make yourself uncomfortable.

CHAPTER ONE (7k) -

Sirius is stocking the fag drawers, behind the counter, when you come in through the shop door. The little bell above the wooden frame dings to announce your arrival. Sirius doesn’t turn upon hearing the bell, nor does he acknowledge there’s even anyone in the shop. You follow his lead, heading up the sweetie aisle, wiggling your fingers as you go, lips puckered in anticipation as you search of the cherry lollies you know were delivered this morning. Whether or not Sirius has bothered to unload the pallet yet is a strong factor in whether you’ll find them sitting where they’re supposed to be. Your eyes scan the shelves, there are no cherry lollies to be found. No worries, you think, picking up a fashion magazine as you pass the stand.

You walk the loop of the shop, hear the bell ding in the distance signal someone else has come in. It smells like newspapers and the inside of the fridges that line the back wall of the shop; the radio crackles through tinny speakers, playing the UK Top 40 and you just know Sirius is hating every minute of it. When you approach the till, Sirius still has his head in the fag drawer, whistling along to his own song, radio be damned.

“You didn’t put the cherry lollies out, lazy arse,” you say.

Sirius jumps, turns as though you might be standing there with a balaclava and machete, ready to demand he open and empty the till. He rolls his eyes when his brain catches up with the situation, head bobbing to the left where the storeroom door sits, a pale blue, creaky thing that drives everyone insane on stock days with its constant whine every time it opens and closes, “Help yourself.”

The storeroom is cold and dark, but spacious, with piles of overflow stock lined up against the walls, organised into specific sections. It’s almost scary how neat it is. There’s a pallet in the middle of it all, wrapped in black plastic that’s been ripped at the top; likely Sirius taking the fags out. You scan the pile with a frown, knowing it’ll be an annoying game of Jenga trying to find the lollies without pulling everything else down with them. It takes a while, and a bit of rearranging, but you find the tub and return to Sirius with a triumphant smile. The customer that followed you in is filing out the door, so you allow Sirius to scan your items and give him the money.

“You should be about halfway through that pallet by now, it’s gone one in the afternoon, you know.” You chastise Sirius playfully.

He scowls when you sit on the counter beside the till one leg curled up and tucked underneath you, the other swinging back and forth, kicking and wobbling the specials display underneath the till. He knows he’s not getting rid of you any time soon when you flip open your magazine, unwrap your lolly, and stick it in your mouth.

“It showed up late. Problem with a road closure, or something.” Sirius replies, turning back to the drawer.

He rips open a packet of Sterling Duals and starts stuffing them into the drawer. You hum, amused, “That what you’re going to tell Effie?”

Sirius scoffs, an air of arrogance to him when he looks over his shoulder, long, black hair flicking with the movement, “It’s the truth. Plus, Effie never shouts at me. You know this.”

“Perks of being the boss’s son.”

Sirius seems to preen at your jab over his nepotism. He’s always very happy to be known as Euphemia and Fleamont Potter’s son. You don’t know much about his situation, just that the Potter’s took Sirius in when he was sixteen and none of them ever looked back. He’s happy and he’s cared for, and he seems to love being their son. So, you don’t ask. It’s none of your business, anyway.

The bell dings again and you and Sirius both look over out of habit. You have to lean past the roll stand to your left to fully see who’s came in, but when you catch sight of James, your grin grows wider. James Potter is Euphemia and Fleamont’s son. Biological son. Granted, that doesn’t matter with the way Effie fawns over Sirius like he was the biological one. She claims to love them the same. You secretly think Sirius is the favourite, though you have no idea why. He’s an insufferable shit, most of the time. James is nice. He’s bright and always happy, a proper ray of sunshine which, on the bad days, can be a little annoying.

It’s rather hard to be angry at the world when James Potter is standing there with his stupidly pretty grin and his big brown eyes, spouting such optimism into the world that things just start to feel better because he says they will.

“Delivery came late, mate. Just got it half an hour ago.” Sirius doesn’t even greet his best friend with a ‘Hello’, just moves straight onto damage control over the fact he’s still restocking the fag counter at one o’clock in the afternoon.

“Don’t listen to him, Jamie,” You say, popping the cherry lolly out of your mouth to talk properly, “He’s a dirty liar. Lazy arse, too.”

James laughs, approaches where you’re perched on the counter and stands so close you can smell his aftershave. It’s a bit of a cliché, honestly; fancying your boss’s son. Well, really, he’s your friend before he’s Effie and Monty’s son. You’ve always been friends. Since before you started working at the shop. Since school, really. But still. The cliché sits a little clunky in your chest sometimes. Especially when he looks as handsome as he does, today. He’s wearing his rugby jumper and a pair of joggies. Really, it’s nothing special. But he looks so soft. So cosy. His hair is all mussed up from the wind and his glasses are a little squint.

You reach out a manicured finger to push them further up his nose and he smiles down at you. Yeah, you think, pathetic.

“Are you here to work or cause trouble?” James asks with a teasing smile whilst Sirius sputters at your accusations.

“I can multitask, you know,” is your reply, words sweet as honey, “But to answer your question, no, sadly I am not here to work.”

“And yet you’re still here, annoying me with your presence.” Sirius mumbles.

You roll your eyes, turn to James with pouted lips, “See the way he talks to me?”

In James’s defence, he plays the game. See how far you can push each other before the other gets flustered and has to walk away. Last week he gave you a taste of your own medicine so bad that you had to stand in the stock room like an idiot for five minutes counting tins of beans until your face returned to its normal colour. You’re good at putting up a front, acting like whatever the two of you are doing doesn’t effect you, that you’re cool, calm, and collected about the whole thing. But the tins of beans in the stock room would tell a different story, could they talk. You’re glad they can’t, as silly as that thought is.

James, bless him, humours you – much to Sirius’ dismay – and coos, brows furrowed in mock-sympathy, “Poor soul.”

“Okay, fine, if this was your plan to get me to do the pallet, I’ll go.” Sirius finally breaks, hands held up in surrender.

It wasn’t your plan, but you watch him leave with an amused smile.

“The road into the village was shut, I know the delivery was actually late.” James laughs to himself.

“Hm,” You hum, ditching your magazine to the side and swinging your legs over the counter until you’re standing behind it, “Me too.”

“Thought you weren’t working today.”

You shrug, picking up where Sirius left off with the fags, your back turned to James, “I’ll do these and then I’ll be off.”

“Thanks.” James rounds the counter the normal way, punching his clock in card on the machine beside the till.

You look up, find him leaning against the counter by his hip, a small smile on his face. He’s so charming, you think.

“Don’t thank me,” You warn, the ghost of a mischievous smirk dancing across your face, “I’m putting them all in backwards, so he has to redo them all.”

“You know how he gets about the fag drawers,” James groans, because he knows he has to spend the rest of the day listening to Sirius gripe about whatever it is you’re about to do. “They’re his… area.”

“Yeah, well,” You shrug, “He didn’t put the cherry lollies out.”

James doesn’t have an answer for that. He just huffs a laugh and reaches for a packet to open and starts to pass you them.

-----

‘The Saturday Girls’, or so they’re nicknamed, are nice. They’re so coined because they only work Saturdays to help with unloading the bulk of the delivery that comes that morning. It’s a weekend job, perfect for them because they’re still in school, and it offers them a bit of pocket money. It would’ve been a dream job for you at fifteen, but Shauna and Lisa sometimes seem like having to work a shift in Potter’s Corner Shop is the bane of their entire teenage existence. Like now, Shauna stands leaning up against the end of the third aisle, passing Lisa packages of toilet rolls off the trolley with a sardonic look on her face.

You can hear them talking about a girl in their form class, how she’s after Shauna’s boyfriend and it brings unwanted flash backs of being that age, that naïve, when the idea of someone stealing your boyfriend felt like the end of the world. Really, they should have a trolley each, working on separate aisles. But you don’t get paid enough to boss them around; and if Shauna’s insults to whatever girl is trying to steal her man are anything to go by, you don’t actually want to be on her bad side.

Sirius has taken a falling out with the fag drawers since your ruin of them, yesterday, and so you’ve spent the better part of the morning facing them all the correct way. There’s a box of clipper lighters on the floor at your feet to be unloaded, too.

“I’m too scared to tell them that putting toilet roll on the shelves isn’t a two-woman job,” James appears behind you following the nerve grating squeak from the storeroom door, leaning on the counter with a lopsided smile.

He’s placed the clipboard with all of today’s stock details on the counter, pen tucked neatly under the clip of it. You know he’s here for your signature, cutting the job in half for you by doing the inventory himself. He likes numbers, you hate them, he’s happy to do it so long as he doesn’t have to fix the mess you created in the fag drawers. Besides Sirius, you’re the only person to be trusted in Sirius’ sacred area. Ironically enough. You pick the pen up with a hum, scribbling your name to state you were here when the delivery arrived this morning, “Some poor girl in their form is getting it tight, today. Shauna thinks she’s after her man.”

James laughs airily, “So I shouldn’t go over there and intervene?”

“Best not. I’ll come up with something I need help with in five, ask her to help me. Just need to finish these, first.” You say, waving a packet of JPS Red around so James knows what you’re talking about.

“Thanks,” Is James’ reply, “For the signature and for saving me from getting called a daft bint, or something, behind my back.”

Your laugh is bubbly and comes out of your mouth so fast you don’t have time to be embarrassed about it. It makes James laugh, too, low, and throaty as he taps the pen against the clipboard. He shakes his head and makes his retreat to the office at the back of the storeroom, likely to file the inventory sheet for Monty to look over on Monday. It only takes you a few more minutes to fix the rest of the fags, all in their correct places, all facing the correct way. The clippers are unloaded haphazardly into the tub in the bottom drawer, and then you’re off, on the hunt for Shauna.

She and Lisa have made it to the baby wipes when you come down the aisle that they’re in. Shauna is leaning against the trolley now that she doesn’t have the wall at the end of the aisle to lean on, and she’s passing Lisa the packets one by one. Lisa has her head ducked into the shelf to reach all the way to the back, but Shauna straightens up when she sees you round the corner.

“Hey, you okay to help me build some stuff up in the storeroom to get it off the pallet?” You ask.

There’s an empty box on the trolley that you reach for, pulling it apart until it’s flat and you can stick it inside the bag on the back of the trolley. Shauna gives a longing glance to Lisa, as though being parted from her will bring her physical pain. It’s quite comical, really. A small part of you misses being so young and carefree. Shauna nods, following you to the storeroom.

James is holding the door open on your way past, “I’ll keep an eye on the till.”

You thank him and Shauna follows you through. There’s not much to be unloaded, really. You and James got the majority done this morning when it arrived, and so its overstock that’s left. Shauna follows your lead, knowing by now where everything goes. There’s cereal and biscuits, teabags and coffee jars, there’s alcohol and fizzy juice. Shauna doesn’t talk much while you work, which isn’t surprising. She’s rather quiet and subdued with the rest of the staff, most of the time. Without Lisa to bounce off of, Shauna doesn’t usually say much.

“How long have you and James been together?” Shauna asks out of nowhere.

It’s less surprising to hear her starting conversation than the question she’s actually asked, which is saying something. The box of ready salted crisps in your hands go toppling backwards from where you’d been reaching to put them on top of the pile as you twist to face her, eyebrows somewhere near your hairline. The girl looks nonplussed, lifting a crate of Red Stripe and placing it with the other alcohol against the wall closest to the door.

“Sorry?”

You can’t quite find the words, brain reeling at a mile a minute because have other people noticed whatever game you and James are playing and assumed you’re together? That’s incredibly embarrassing and unprofessional. Shauna doesn’t seem to notice your confusion as she barrels on, seemingly in her own world, “It’s just cause, me and this boy from school have been going out for, like, a month, yeah?”

She doesn’t actually wait for your response as she picks up another crate of beer and sticks it on top of the pile she’s created, “And this girl from my form keeps trying to text him. He’s told me he’s ignoring her, but I dunno if I believe him.”

“Right.” You say, a bit dazed, trying to keep up with what she’s saying whilst trying to put together what this would have to do with you and James.

“I guess I’m just wondering what you’d do if it was another girl trying to get with James. Like, would you go barmy?” Shauna asks, and you can tell there’s a hint of insecurity in there somewhere.

Picking up the crisps you’d dropped rather ungracefully, you tell her, “Well, James and I aren’t together. Like, at all. But if it was someone I really liked, I’d be a bit upset, I suppose. If he says he isn’t replying, I’d believe him until he gives you a reason not to.”

Shauna seems pleased with that answer, but feels the need to add, “Anyone would think you and James are together. Or, at the very least, shagging.”

There’s really nothing you can say to that, is there? It knocks the wind out of you, flusters you, and concerns you all at once. What do fifteen-year-olds know about shagging? Well, you suppose it’s all your friends wanted to talk about at fifteen, too. But. Well. No. Just, no.

“Right,” Shauna breaks your flustered silence by dusting her hands on the side of her trousers, “That it, then?”

Right enough, the pallet is empty. You open your mouth to talk but find nothing will come out, so you close it and nod. She files out of the storeroom after shooting you a weird glance but doesn’t feel the need to add anything more. You count tins of beans until your brain decides it can function again.

“The Saturday Girls have got to go.” You tell James when you slip behind the till ten minutes later.

He breaks his focus from the screen the security camera’s run on, eyebrows narrowed in concern, “She said something?”

You wave your hand, 'nothing too bad', it signals, “Asked how long we’ve been shagging.”

James promptly chokes on air, pounds his chest a few times with wide eyes. You wonder if you should be offended, or if he’s just genuinely surprised Shauna was so brass necked about the whole ordeal. You settle on a nod and a placating look, exactly, you think.

“She’s like, twelve.”

Huffing a laugh, you correct him, “Fifteen, actually. But still, I dropped a box of crisps, nearly toppled the whole tower I was so gobsmacked.”

“What,” James laughs after, “at the suggestion of shagging me, or her boldness?”

If there’s one thing James Potter knows how to do, it’s get under your skin. He’s wearing that signature knowing smirk, the one he wears when he’s thinking something mischievous, or he knows exactly what you’re thinking, feeling, like he can see right into your soul. He’s a prick, you decide. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

The thing is: this game is slowly spiralling into more than you can handle. It’d started as an easy way to irritate Sirius, then an even easier way to make the boring shifts go in quicker, then it was just fun. Watching the way his tongue pokes the side of his cheek when he’s considering a rebuttal, or trying to hide a smile, the way his jaw clenches when you come in on your days off wearing tight clothes, only to perch yourself on the edge of the counter and promptly tease him all day. It’s fun. But now it’s too much. James is too much. Because at the start, he’d get shy and flustered, brush you off in a polite manner. But now. Well, now he’s an evil shit who likes to make you weak and hot and bothered and all of the in-betweens every chance he gets.

“Jamie,” You smile, sweet as honey, eyes doe-like and offering him the challenge, “You couldn’t handle me.”

The minute James shakes his head, hair flopping to the side, tongue pushed into his cheek, you know you’ve won this round. He slinks off to find another job for Shauna to do, who you can see on the security cameras has gone back to passing Lisa things off of the trolley.

Twenty-six tins of beans. There are twenty-six tins of beans in the storeroom.

-----

The rota goes like this: Monday: Monty, open. You and James, close. Tuesday: Sirius and James, open. Remus, close. Wednesday: Effie, open. Monty, close. Thursday: Remus and James, open. You and Sirius, close. Friday: Sirius, open. Effie, close. Occasionally James, close. Saturday: You and James, open. Effie and Monty, close. Sunday: Monty, open. You and Remus, close.

The open shift runs from seven o’clock in the morning, until two in the afternoon, and the close shift runs from two o’clock in the afternoon, until ten o’clock at night. Potter’s is the only shop in the village open until ten, and it’s a busy shop because of this. Probably, also, because the Potters are well known, well liked, and well respected.

But the main thing to note about the rota is that Sirius Black and Remus Lupin are never scheduled to work a shift together. Ever. The simple reason is because they don’t get on. Like, despise each other for a reason that is unbeknownst to you, and even James, who is Sirius’ best friend in the entire world, his brother. Personally, you think their beef is pointless. But the delivery driver who dropped off the Saturday pallet five months ago and ended up having to break up a petty argument between the two would likely disagree. Apparently, some harsh words had been said between the two, and after the Potter’s decided Sirius was just as much an instigator as Remus was easy to snap, and that both of them were irreplaceable as workers, the new rota was made, stapled to the office wall, never to be changed, and with their names never beside each other.

It’s strange, to you, because Sirius and Remus are both lovely. You enjoy working with both of them. Separately, of course. They seem to know that in the situation of their hatred of each other, you and James are both Switzerland. You’ll listen to them rant about each other, sympathise with their feelings, but ultimately add nothing of note to the conversation. Sometimes you think that bothers them more. Unfortunately, there’s no avoiding their hatred of each other every Saturday in the pub, but they’ve become increasingly better at tolerating each other’s presence. It no longer ends in one or the other storming out of the pub or offering to meet each other outside for a scrap. Small wins. You’ve no idea where they get the energy to put so much effort into their animosity towards each other. A small part of you actually thinks they enjoy getting each other riled up to the point of snapping, the same way you and James do, just with more insults and less innuendos. Each to their own, you suppose.

Remus has his foot kicked up against the wall with a fag in his hand when you near the shop door. He’s staring across the road at the small play park, looking rather lost. There’s a group of kids on the swings, laughing and chatting away. They’re young looking. Ten, maybe eleven. When he notices you, Remus seems to snap out of whatever daydream he’s in, eyes softening and his lips turning upward into a smile. It pulls at the scar slicing across his cupids bow, taught, but paling out at the stretch. There’s a number of scars that litter Remus’ skin, the product of a nasty car crash he was in as a child. You don’t notice them as much, now, as when he first started working at Potter’s. They’re just part of who he is, and they make him no less handsome.

“Here even on your day off,” Remus tsks, passes you the cigarette.

You have a draw, blowing out the smoke with the ghost of a teasing smile on your lips, “Someone’s got to mind the till on your eighteen fag breaks.”

Remus laughs, accepting of the jab, “Monty’s in today. Shops not totally unmanned.”

“Ah,” You hum, passing him the fag back, “Unusual for him. He usually runs off the minute his shift finishes.”

He nods, sandy hair flopping in a mess of curls on top of his head. “Something about having to find a new supplier, the drivers for Zonko’s are complaining about having to drive into the village.” Remus speaks through an exhale, the wind carrying the smoke along the street.

He flicks the fag to the ground and follows you inside, finding his place behind the till whilst you meander down the aisles, still content in having the conversation, “That’s ridiculous. It’s only fifteen minutes off the motor way.”

Remus makes a noise of agreement but doesn’t say anything else until you return to the till with a cherry lolly and a magazine. He looks at your purchases with an enhanced non-surprised glance, eyes flicking up to ask with a simple look if you could be any more predictable. You shrug, hand him a fiver, and he passes you your change.

“Think they’re just annoyed because the only road into the bloody place is always closed because that daft Mr. Filch keeps forgetting to shut his gate and the cows always escape.” Remus comments, closing the till.

You take up your usual space, to the left of the till, leg tucked under you, subconsciously kicking the specials stand with your free foot. The customers are never surprised to find you sitting here. Most of them often comment that you’re like the store’s very own cat. Always lurking, happy to sit, and watch the people go about their days. Really, you just like to annoy whoever is working. Unless it’s Effie or Monty. They usually put you to work if you hang around for too long.

“They should really just bolt that bloody fence shut. He’s always losing his cows.”

“He does it on purpose. I don’t know why, yet, but he does.” Remus theorises, his brows furrowed as though it’s some great mystery as to why old Argus Filch is always letting his cows run free, as though he has some ulterior motive.

Perhaps he does. You’ve never given it much thought.

“They should switch to Ollivander’s, anyway. I’ve been telling them for months that they’re better priced. Plus, they’re closer, the delivery charge wouldn’t be as much.” You say, eyes scanning the pages of your magazine.

The cherry lollypop rattles off your back teeth, something you know drives Remus insane. You don’t stop.

“They don’t stock Pettigrew’s butcher meat, though.” Remus counters.

Pettigrew’s Butchers is the most sought-after Butcher meat in the village, and Potter’s is the only place that stock it. It’s what drives in most of the customers, you’d argue. It’s good meat. You’ll give them that. It’s why Effie and Monty have been hesitant to drop Zonko’s as their distributor because they’ll lose their access to Pettigrew’s. Truly a conundrum in the eyes of the village. You flick to the next page, shrugging, “It’s only a forty-minute drive out of the village. Wouldn’t Pettigrew deliver it himself?”

“What, every morning?”

You sigh, long and suffering. This conversation is, truly, boring. You love Remus. You do. Really. But you miss Sirius. Or James. Remus seems off, today. He’s less humorous, less sarcastic. You won’t push. You know he doesn’t like that. But you shouldn’t have to suffer the world’s most boring conversation because of it. Perhaps that’s selfish of you.

“Zonko’s doesn’t even deliver to us, every morning. Just have Pettigrew's tie in with the days we get from Ollivander’s.” You suggest, though, you know there’s nothing Remus can do about it.

It’s a conversation best had with Monty or Effie. Even James. But they’re smart. They’ll likely figure it out on their own. You hop off the counter, pulling the lolly from your mouth as you go, “Either way, it’s going to be a shit few weeks if we don’t have a distributor. I need to go, meeting Sirius for a cuppa at the Leaky.”

You wince as soon as the words come out of your mouth, watching as Remus’ expression falls.

“Hope he chokes on his cuppa.” Remus mutters, though a saccharine smile comes across his lips.

You roll your eyes, pointer finger already aimed at him, “Behave!”

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, though you know behaving is the last thing Remus Lupin will ever do when it comes to Sirius Black. It’s ridiculous.

“Give Monty my love.” You say in ways of a goodbye and Remus waves you off.

You pretend not to hear when he tells you to give Sirius the middle finger for him.

-----

“You’re a genius, you know.” Sirius says, sitting your drink down in front of you.

The pub is, strangely, quite quiet. There’s a family of four in the far corner, eating a meal in stoic silence – awkward – and a group of older women by the bar, a bottle of champagne in an ice cooler on the table and bubbling glasses in each of their hands. Of course, you and Sirius were the last to arrive, meeting the rest of your friends at the only large table the Three Broomstick’s own, which lead to him shooing you off to get a seat and buying your drink for you. You won’t complain. Your regular table is already a mess of empty pint glasses from James, Remus, and Frank, and two empty wine bottles from Lily, Mary, and Marlene. Alice is on nightshift at the police station, a lucky feat for everyone because it means there’ll be no tequila shots tonight. Fine by you.

It’s a long table that you all occupy, with two benches running along either side, and no matter how busy the pub is, people always seem to know not to sit there. None of you would mind if they did, really. But it’s just something people don’t do. Your group has been coming to the Three Broomsticks since you were seventeen (not that Rosmerta, the owner, knows that), minus Remus, who moved to town seven months ago, wandered in for a pint one night, and unfortunately for him, got stuck with you lot.

“Mm,” You hum, cheeks puffing out in your pleased smile, “I know. Do feel free to tell me why, though.”

Sirius guffaws, rolling his eyes at your theatrics – as though he isn’t the carbon copy of you, just in male form – “For the Ollivander’s idea. Well, tying it in with Pettigrew’s, at least.”

“What?”

You hadn’t told anyone about that idea. Anyone other than Remus, at least, who looks incredibly sheepish when your eyes flick to him further along the table, conveniently out of arms reach of Sirius. James, who swallows a gulp of his pint before he speaks, looks incredibly cheerful when he says, “Yeah! Dad loved that idea. He didn’t even consider asking Pettigrew’s for a private contract. He didn’t think they’d be up for driving into the village, but turns out the son, Peter, delivers to the next town over twice a week, anyway.”

“Right.” You nod, taking a sip of your drink to wash the awkward feeling that’s settled over you away.

Really, you hadn’t meant to form some type of master plan.

“Sorry.” Remus winces.

“Why’s he sorry?” Sirius is quick to question, ever the one to start an argument, “What’s he done now?”

Remus scoffs, “Funny you think I’ve done something.”

“Well, you were the one apologising.”

“He’s not done anything, Sirius. Give it a rest, both of you.”

That shuts them up.

“I told Monty about her idea after she left on Tuesday.” Remus admits, looking rather sheepish.

Sirius seems placated enough with his answer, so he shrugs and enters into a conversation with Frank and James, who lost interest the minute Remus and Sirius started bickering. You assure Remus that it’s okay, waving him off before nudging your head further down the table, inviting him into the conversation with Lily, Mary, and Marlene.

Lily is complaining about her job in the council office. She’s pretty high up, though, you couldn’t for the life of you tell someone what it is she actually does, had they asked. Something to do with the local MP. There’s a shit tonne of paperwork and multiple people who Lily thinks are, in her words, so far up their own arse, they forget they’re civil servants and not, in fact, the be all and end all of the world. Her job is highly stressful, as is obvious by the empty bottle of wine in front of her, even though it’s not long gone five o’clock. Lily Evans worked incredibly hard to be where she is, though, the fireball of a human that she is, and she’ll be damned to ever give up, now. You admire her, really. She grew up in the village, like all of you except Remus, noticing the prejudice it held, the unfair situations people lived in, the real issues the place held, rather than what every other member of the council saw as ‘issues’, and she went to University, got her degree, came right back, and got to fucking work. She hasn’t solved world hunger yet, but you’re sure she’s well on her way to it. If there’s anyone who can do it, it’ll be Lily Evans.

Mary and Marlene are listening intently, especially Mary, who’s been begging the council to fund the one primary school the village has, Hogwarts, more substantially than it has in previous years. She’s a teacher there, and she loves it with every bit of her being, but the school is incredibly underfunded, so she and Lily have been working on a campaign to bring it to the Council’s attention. They’re making progress. But not as quick as Mary would like. That much is obvious in the way she rants about Lucius Malfoy and his pretentious, pompous, personality. He is a bit of a prick, honestly. He’s the head of the school board committee for the village, and he’s the main reason the school hasn’t received the funding it’s needed in almost ten years. He’s a toad.

Marlene, even though she couldn’t give less of a shit if she tried, is listening, anyway. She’s a good friend, Marlene, but past her friends, her family, and music, there isn’t much Marlene McKinnon really gives a toss about. You commend her for it really, her no-fucks-given attitude towards the world, the way she’s so carefree, and lives her life how she wants, no matter what. She’s laid back and honestly, doing better than the rest of your friends in adulthood. She’s the only one out of the lot of you who hasn’t had a full-scale meltdown, so far, this year. Or ever actually. You don’t remember the last time you saw Marlene truly upset about something.

“Honestly, Mary, you’d think he’d give more of a shit about funding things like the school’s library, considering his wife’s due any day now and his kid will likely attend Hogwarts.” Lily seems truly frustrated, her shoulder slumped, her index finger circling the rim of her wine glass.

“He’ll probably send his little demon spawn to some posh boarding school, knowing him. More money than bloody sense.” Comes Mary’s equally frustrated response.

She necks the rest of her glass in one gulp, shivers, and then sends Marlene off to procure another bottle. She goes without complaint, so you assume it’s her round.

“Surely it’s not legal to withhold funding from a school in such dire need of it.” Remus comments, ever the pessimist.

He thinks the worst of everyone. Especially Mr. Filch and his disappearing cows. He thinks he has an ulterior motive and he’ll die on that hill.

“Apparently there is no funding. And he won’t even push for any, either. It’s like he doesn’t give a shit that the school under his jurisdiction is struggling, majorly.” Lily replies, rolling her bright green eyes at the mere idea of Lucius Malfoy.

“There’s something not right about that.” You add, frowning.

Surely, he’d want his school to thrive. Apparently not.

“You’re telling me.” Mary pipes up.

“Anyway, enough work talk,” Lily says around a gulp of wine, waving her hand like it’ll banish all of the negative vibes Lucius has caused by simply existing, “How’d your date go with the handsome paper boy, Rem?”

Remus grimaces, “Don’t call him a paper boy, it makes him sound twelve years old.”

The story goes: Remus thought that someone was trying to break into his house, last month. Upon inspecting the situation with a baseball bat that everyone knows for a fact Remus does not know how to use, he met a rather startled, rather handsome paper boy named Christopher. Of course, Remus only learned this after he tried to cave the poor bloke’s head in with said baseball bat, only to find out that it was Christopher’s first day on the job and he had delivered the paper to the wrong house. After copious amounts of apologies, Remus had claimed he was fine with never seeing Christopher again. Until he realised that the paper’s he was delivering came directly from Potter’s. A travesty, really. Sirius howled with laughter, much to Remus’ dismay, and Effie had slipped an extra fiver into Christopher’s wages in ways of an apology. Turns out, no apology was needed, because Christopher, for whatever reason, took a liking to Remus and asked him out for coffee.

“Okay, your date with Christopher, then.” Lily corrects with a smirk.

“Wasn’t a date,” Remus singsongs, because he’s insecure and adamant that no one could ever fancy him. Even though you’ve already promised him that if he wasn’t painfully gay, you’d shag him. Lily had then felt the need to add in that if she wasn’t painfully gay, as well, she’d shag him, too. Still, he lives in denial. Idiot.

“Was too.” Marlene says, rather bluntly, returning with the wine which she passes to Mary.

She’s brought a glass for you, too, bless her. You finish the dregs of the drink Sirius bought you and accept the glass of wine Mary passes you with a ‘thank you’.

“You don’t even know what we’re talking about.” Remus argues.

“Christopher. The hot paper boy whose skull you nearly caved in with a bat. Keep up, Remus.” Marlene winks at Remus, who simply huffs in defeat, taking a long swig of his pint.

“So?” Mary follows up, never one to let Remus catch a break. She’s almost as bad as Sirius, except she does it in a much more loving, much less spiteful way.

“It went well. We chatted about books.” Remus bobs his head, swallowing thickly.

Sirius is eyeing him from the other end of the table, lips twisted into a mean looking frown. It doesn’t last long before Frank is asking him something to do with motorbikes, and Remus is long forgotten. No one else catches it, so you ignore it.

“Books?” Marlene asks in disgust.

“You spoke about books.” Lily repeats, clearly trying to find some hidden meaning she’s not going to find. You know Remus well enough to know he likely did spend the entire date-that-wasn’t-a-date nattering on about books. He’s a bookworm at his core.

“Yes,” Remus confirms, slightly agitated, “We spoke about books.”

“Right,” Marlene sounds a little deflated, always one for the seedy stories, “Lovely.”

“It was, actually.”

“I’ll bet.”

Remus huffs a laugh and excuses himself under the premise of a cigarette. No one bats an eye, and you watch him leave. It takes Sirius approximately two minutes to excuse himself from his conversation with James and Frank and follow Remus straight out the door to the smoking area. James and Frank continue on, too engrossed to realise the shit show that’s likely to unfold any minute. Lily, Mary, and Marlene fall into a conversation about whatever show the three of them are watching and you stand up, walking around the table until you’re sitting next to James.

He smiles warmly when you sit down, shuffling a little so he can face both you, and Frank who’s across the table.

“Alright,” Frank greets, head tipping forwards.

“Hiya, Frank. How’s Alice?”

Alice is Frank’s wife. They grew up together but didn’t ever get together until they both attended Tulliallan when training to become police officers. They’re sickly in love, it’s actually kind of nauseating at times, but sweet, nonetheless. They’d been daft for each other since they were thirteen.

“She’s good. On nightshift, tonight.”

You hum, sympathising with her. Nightshift is no joke, especially in a village as quiet as yours.

“Uhm,” You turn to James, “Sirius and Remus are in the smoking area. Together. Alone.”

James sighs, takes a swig of his pint, and is up like a shot to stop whatever fight is likely happening in the Three Broomsticks beer garden. He squeezes your shoulder in thanks before he goes, offering you a smile he only ever seems to give you. You can’t read it. But it’s soft. Not the teasing smile he has when you’re flirting merciless with him, or him, you. It’s just. A nice smile. For you. You watch him go; head turned, the ghost of a smile on your own lips. He pushes open the wooden door and it swings shut behind him.

“How longs that been going on then?” Frank asks, nodding his head towards the door James just went through.

“Pretty much since they met, I suppose.”

Frank laughs, which causes you to frown, and then he shakes his head.

“No. You and Potter.”

“There’s nothing going on.” You say, though your face heats up all the same.

“I can keep a secret, you know.”

“Why does everyone think I’m shagging James?” You ask, rather loud for how empty the pub is.

Your face is flames when Lily, Mary, and Marlene fall silent and look over at you, biting back laughs and whatever comments it is that are sparkling behind their eyes. You groan, embarrassed, and turn to follow James out of the door. For a moment, you think he’s allowing a full-on fight between Sirius and Remus occur. He’s standing not far from the door, sheltered by the wooden terrace that leads out to the concrete of the smoking area. It’s dimly lit in comparison to the rest of the beer garden. You frown on approach, confused as to why he’s just standing there.

It takes all of two seconds for you to see what he’s seeing. Remus has Sirius crowded against the wall, caged in like some sort of animal, and he’s kissing him so violently, so aggressively, that they actually could be fighting. In some sick, twisted way.

“Holy shit.”

James’ eyes snap to yours, moving into action to pull you back inside before Sirius and Remus realise they’ve been foiled. His hand burns like fire against your arm, his eyes steely and sharp as he looks down at you, “You cannot tell anyone what you just saw.”

“You knew?”

James shakes his head, tongue darting out to lick his lips. He has you pushed up against the wall, much like Remus did Sirius, and your cheeks heat at the thought. Jesus, they’re more messed up than you thought.

“I suspected.”

“And you didn’t say anything?” You ask, tilting your head to the side.

“It’s not my place. Look, Sirius is – he’s complicated, okay? I don’t know if he even knows he’s – just don’t say anything, okay?” James is flustered, panicked.

You get it. Sirius has never mentioned being gay, so it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that perhaps, being gay isn’t something that was on Sirius’ radar until Remus popped up out of nowhere and sent his perception of himself tumbling. Okay. Fine. You get that. You can relate. Not entirely. The situation is different. James Potter is a boy you never paid any interest to, growing up. Not romantically, at least. Until he went away to Rugby camp one summer and came back looking like sin incarnate. Well, then you’d noticed, and everything you thought you knew about him came tumbling down. So, not exactly the same, but you get it.

“I won’t, James. I won’t say anything.”

“Not even to Sirius. Or Remus.” James looks panicked, like one wrong move in handling this situation will blow it up royally.

“Promise.”

James nods, seems to realise that he’s still got an iron grip on your arm, and drops it like you’d been the one scalding him. The door opens, washing you both with cool air, and Sirius storms back inside, halting when he sees the way James has you pushed up against the wall.

“You two shagging then?” He asks, a hint of annoyance in his tone you can only assume was brought about by whatever the fuck just happened between him and Remus.

“Jamie wishes,” You plaster a sickly-sweet smile on your face, “He couldn’t handle me.”

With that, you leave them to it, returning to the table and finishing your entire wine in one gulp. The girls are kind enough not to say anything, but Lily gives you a sympathetic glance and refills the glass for you. Frank laughs to himself, you flip him off.

Remus returns a moment later, dodging Sirius and James who are still huddled where you and James just were. He takes a seat, finishes his pint, and calls it a night without another word.

You don’t miss the way James has to grab onto Sirius’ wrist to stop him from following.

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Ahhhh! The first chapter is out!

I sincerely hope ya'll enjoyed :) Let me know your thoughts.

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

Has anyone else noticed that they don't do post-holiday sales anymore? It used to be that they would practically give away excess inventory because it was cheaper than transporting it to a warehouse and having it take up space for another year. But now, I go in on February 15th or November 1st or December 26th and every store has already been cleared out! I don't mean they've been picked clean, I mean they've been taken down on purpose in the middle of the night; the display where the holiday stuff used to be is now being used for something else. Hell, yesterday, Halloween Day, Target had already gotten rid of EVERYTHING spooky except for a pallet of unsold Monster Cereal, and had already transitioned everything to Christmas mode. If they can't sell you a made-in-China-for-pennies plastic skeleton for a 10,000% markup they won't sell it at all. We've reached a stage of capitalism where they would rather eat their losses than pass the saving onto their customers.

[epicocat]

Hey Gunpla nerds, I have a question, if anyone is willing to shine some light that would be awesome!

Recently I’ve taken to trying to collect every single Char Custom suit, by that I mean one of each per available grade (i.e. a HG, RG, MG, PG, and Mega Size Zaku; a HG and MG Gelgoog; a HG Nightingale; etc)

After finally cleaning off a shelf to put the collection near each other I’ve noticed something… something rather odd.

For some reason each Char suit has one of two different color pallets.

Exhibit A. The Zaku II Brothers

Now my lighting isn’t great but I think this displays my point quite well. The RG and MG Zaku both have a light pink-salmon as their main color, with a saturated crimson for their vests and skirt armors. The HG on the other hand, is starkly more… well red. Granted that was also hot off the runners, the red has cooled to a salmon color, but still not as pink as it’s more detailed counterparts

Exhibit B. The Z’gok Brothers

Here the Z’goks have almost the exact opposite issue. The MG and HG have the redder salmon color, while the RG is a lighter pink. Of course the colors are everywhere with the RG so I am just referring to the upper body

Finally Exhibit C. The HG Rick Dom and HG Gelgoog

Now the lighting is worse here because they’re both on a lower shelf, but as you can see by their baggy leg armor thats right next to each other, the Gelgoog is, again, a darker salmon compared to the pink Rick Dom

I had noticed these differences while doing work in my room and absolutely not while drifting off, staring at and thinking about my model kits

One last piece of evidence I have come across is the age of the kits. The youngest 2 red salmons are from 2023 (Zaku Revive) and 2006 (Gelgoog) while the oldest Pink suit is from 2007 (MG Zaku II 2.0), And even the Rick Dom is actually from a 2015 kit. Assuming the Revive is simply replicating the plastic color of the original 2000s kit, so…

What’s up with that? Why did Bandai just decide to make Char’s suits more saturated in 2007? This is the question I have been pondering for a while…

And yes it’s kinda petty to look this far into “why my plastic different?” But at the same time it’s just a bizarre and petty change too. Why not keep the red? Why switch plastic colors after 2006 and only switch them back for recreating older kits? It’s so mind boggling …

[meetinginsamarra]

Take My Broken Love

sensory deprivation - chapter 4 is up on AO3

Standing on the airfield's tarmac and about to fly off to a suicide mission, Sherlock says what he had always wanted to say to John but never had. His words drastically changed the course of events.

Twelve hours later, Sherlock had been incarcerated in one of MI5’s top secret prison cells.

The room was small and utterly nondescript. Light grey walls, a pallet at one side was covered with a grey blanket and a small grey cushion on top. A chair made of cheap plastic, also in light grey. A narrow table was bolted onto the other wall. In light grey. Nothing on top of it. A toilet beside it. Of course, the porcelain was light grey. No window. One ceiling light. Even the floor had the same colour. The light grey linoleum tiles were brand new, no scuff marks or signs of usage. The walls had been newly painted, their surface immaculately smooth and devoid of anything. The whole room was brand new and clinically clean. It was deadly silent in there.

Sherlock was sure that he was the first human to inhabit it. He was not sure if it had been Mycroft’s design, devised especially for Sherlock. A room made to deprive one’s senses of any input and thus custom-made to drive Sherlock quickly insane.

READ FULL CHAPTER 4 HERE

[conkreetmonkey]

YouTube woodworking is so funny. Haphazardly arrange some filthy old chunks of dumpster pallet into a shape vaguely resembling a tabletop, encase it in 800 pounds of resin, and bolt it to a black industrial set of steel legs you got off of Etsy. Suddenly it's worth $2500. And somebody is rich enough to buy it with shipping.

What parallel universe are these people from, if I somehow had 2 months of rent to spend on a decorative coffee table I'd get one custom made from solid oak by a master woodworker, not a bunch of garbage encased in clear plastic bolted to a Monster Jam roll cage. Are you insane. Like it looks sort of cool but not for thousands of fucking dollars. I could get something custom tailored to my tastes for that price. It's a table. It's not super advanced.

[candidscape]

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As awareness of environmental issues grows, eco-friendly interior design is becoming increasingly popular. This approach not only enhances the aesthetic appeal of your home but also contributes to a more sustainable and healthier environment. Here’s how you can embrace sustainable solutions in your interior design:

1. Choose Sustainable Materials

Opt for materials that are eco-friendly and have a minimal environmental impact. Look for:

Bamboo: A rapidly renewable resource used for flooring, furniture, and decor.

Recycled Glass: Ideal for countertops and tiles, recycled glass reduces waste and adds a unique touch.

Reclaimed Wood: Salvaged from old buildings or furniture, reclaimed wood offers a rustic charm and helps reduce deforestation.

2. Opt for Low-VOC Paints

Volatile Organic Compounds (VOCs) in traditional paints can negatively impact indoor air quality. Choose low-VOC or no-VOC paints that are less harmful and contribute to a healthier living environment. Many eco-friendly paint options come in a wide range of colors and finishes, so you don’t have to compromise on style.

3. Incorporate Energy-Efficient Lighting

Energy-efficient lighting solutions not only reduce your energy bills but also minimize your environmental footprint. Consider:

LED Bulbs: They use up to 90% less energy than traditional incandescent bulbs and have a longer lifespan.

Smart Lighting Systems: These systems allow you to control lighting remotely and set schedules to minimize energy use.

4. Use Sustainable Fabrics

When selecting textiles for your home, choose fabrics that are both stylish and sustainable. Options include:

Organic Cotton: Grown without harmful chemicals, organic cotton is soft and eco-friendly.

Hemp: A durable and versatile fabric that requires minimal water and pesticides.

Recycled Polyester: Made from recycled plastic bottles, it helps reduce waste and can be used for upholstery and curtains.

5. Invest in Energy-Efficient Appliances

Modern appliances that are ENERGY STAR® rated use less energy and water, helping you reduce your household’s carbon footprint. Look for energy-efficient models for your refrigerator, dishwasher, washing machine, and other appliances.

6. Embrace Upcycling and Repurposing

Give old furniture and decor a new life through upcycling and repurposing. This approach reduces waste and adds unique character to your home. Consider:

Painting or Reupholstering Furniture: Transform outdated pieces into stylish, custom creations.

Repurposing Materials: Use reclaimed materials for DIY projects, such as creating a coffee table from an old door or shelves from wooden pallets.

7. Integrate Indoor Plants

Indoor plants not only enhance the aesthetic appeal of your home but also improve air quality by filtering pollutants. Opt for low-maintenance plants like snake plants, pothos, or peace lilies, which are known for their air-purifying properties.

8. Choose Sustainable Flooring Options

Eco-friendly flooring options can dramatically change the look and feel of your space. Consider:

Cork Flooring: Made from the bark of cork oak trees, it’s renewable and offers natural insulation.

Linoleum: Made from natural materials like linseed oil and wood flour, it’s biodegradable and comes in various colors and patterns.

Recycled Carpet: Made from recycled materials, such as plastic bottles, it provides comfort while reducing waste.

9. Implement Water-Saving Fixtures

Conserving water is an essential aspect of eco-friendly design. Install:

Low-Flow Faucets and Showerheads: These fixtures reduce water usage without sacrificing performance.

Dual-Flush Toilets: Offer two flushing options to minimize water consumption.

10. Support Local and Artisan Products

Choose locally-made and artisan products to reduce transportation emissions and support local economies. Local artisans often use sustainable practices and materials, adding a unique touch to your home while minimizing your environmental impact.

By integrating these eco-friendly interior design solutions, you can create a home that reflects your commitment to sustainability while enjoying a stylish and comfortable living space. Embracing these practices not only benefits the environment but also promotes a healthier lifestyle for you and your family.

[beststretchsingapore]

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In today's fast-paced world, plastic wrap is a silent hero behind the scenes in countless industries. Often overlooked, this versatile material does more than just keep your leftovers fresh. Whether you’re in retail, agriculture, or construction, understanding the various types and applications of plastic wrap can help streamline operations and enhance productivity. Read on to discover its unique properties, types, and benefits.

Properties of Plastic Wrap

Plastic wrap is more than just a transparent sheet you use to cover food. Its unique properties make it an invaluable tool across multiple industries. First, its adherence ensures that it clings tightly to objects, providing a secure seal. Its pliability allows it to stretch and wrap around items of various shapes and sizes. Additionally, its moisture resistance is crucial for protecting goods against environmental factors like humidity and contamination.

Types of Plastic Wrap Rolls

Plastic wrap comes in several types, each tailored for specific applications. Cling wrap, for example, is commonly used in households and food service industries to keep food fresh. Stretch wrap rolls, also known as stretch film, are designed for heavy-duty tasks like bundling and securing pallets. Industrial-grade plastic wraps offer even more durability and strength, suitable for demanding environments like construction and agriculture. Understanding these different types can help you choose the right plastic wrap for your needs.

Manufacturing and Warehousing

In manufacturing and warehousing, stretch wrap rolls are essential for securing pallets of products. These rolls ensure that items stay put during transit, preventing damage and saving space. Stretch film also protects products from dust, moisture, and other environmental factors, which is crucial for maintaining quality and reducing waste. Whether it’s electronics or fragile items, stretch wrap rolls play a significant role in keeping everything intact.

Food and Beverage Industry

The food and beverage industry relies heavily on cling wrap to maintain freshness and hygiene. Restaurants, supermarkets, and food processing facilities use it to cover and preserve various food items. Specialized plastic wraps, such as meat wrap and cheese wrap, are designed to extend the shelf life of specific food types. These wraps provide an airtight seal, preventing spoilage and contamination, which is vital for food safety and quality.

Construction Industry

In the construction industry, heavy-duty plastic wrap protects building materials, furniture, and equipment during projects. It shields these items from dust, debris, and moisture, ensuring they remain in good condition. Additionally, plastic wrap is used for waterproofing applications and creating temporary shelters, making it a versatile tool for various construction needs.

Agriculture

Agriculture is another sector where plastic wrap proves to be indispensable. Silage wrap, for instance, helps preserve forage crops for livestock feed, reducing waste and ensuring a year-round supply. Plastic mulch film is used to suppress weeds, retain moisture, and regulate soil temperature, which improves crop yield and quality. These applications highlight the critical role of plastic wrap in boosting agricultural productivity.

Retail Industry

In the retail industry, clear plastic wrap is used to showcase products on shelves, creating attractive product bundles and enhancing visual appeal. It protects delicate items during display and transportation, ensuring they reach customers in perfect condition. Whether it’s wrapping gift sets or securing fragile items, plastic wrap helps retailers maintain product integrity and presentation.

Cost-Effectiveness

Plastic wrap is a cost-efficient packaging solution compared to other materials. Its affordability makes it an attractive option for businesses looking to reduce expenses without compromising on quality. The versatility of plastic wrap means it can be used for various applications, offering excellent value for money.

Efficiency and Ease of Use

One of the standout features of plastic wrap is its ease of application and removal. This saves time and labor costs, making operations more efficient. Whether you’re wrapping pallets in a warehouse or covering food in a supermarket, plastic wrap’s user-friendly nature ensures that tasks are completed quickly and effectively.

Sustainability Considerations

While traditional plastic wrap has raised environmental concerns, advancements in eco-friendly options are changing the narrative. Recycled materials and biodegradable films are being used to create sustainable plastic wraps that minimize environmental impact. These innovations offer businesses a way to protect their products while also being mindful of their ecological footprint.

[digi-tama-in-your-pocket]

I wasn't very happy with how some of my DMC customization looked. So I got over my fear of painting my DMCs. I loved how painting the area around my Halloween DMC's screen looked, so I did the same for the V3. It just happens to also look very Halloween-ish.

I was never too big on the brown and orange combo for my V1. But Brown and Green is a color combo i've always liked. As for blue... I have an OC wtih a brow nand green pallete who has blue hair. So I chose the blue buttons. I might consider painting the area around the screen too if I can think of a color I'd like, I might just go with black.

I'd like to do something with my V2 as well, the white and pink is nice but it looks a bit plain. Maybe some blue around the screen?

Unfortunately V4 and V5 will remain unchanged, because spray paint doesn't adhere to translucent plastic so good, but I'm pretty happy with how they look anyway.

Now... do I completely re-do the charms on these since I've updated their color schemes...

[palletservices]

Manage The Supply Chain Efficiently With Custom Made Pallets

Custom-made pallets are the real game changer in supply chain management and logistics. The adaptable and versatile platform has redefined how goods are stored and transported. With their ability to be tailored to particular requirements, custom-made pallets offer unmatched sustainability and efficiency in modern-day operations. So let's get into some helpful insight regarding the features of Custom made pallets. 

Handle all materials efficiently with custom pallets 

Custom-made pallets are tailored to maximise efficiency in transporting and handling materials. Compared to regular pallets, which come in fixed sizes, custom pallets can be tailored to fit the exact size of the products transported. This minimises the space wasted and maximises the capacity of load, leading to increased efficiency in terms of transportation and storage. Also, other notable features like slots, attachments or dividers help to secure goods. Besides that streamlining and organising goods becomes easier as well. Of Course, that reduces the cost of labour and improves the operation of the supply chain. Also, productivity increases manifold. 

Reduce waste with sustainable Custom made pallets 

Environmentally conscious manufacturers believe in manufacturing sustainable Custom made pallets. Sustainable custom pallets keep the waste minimised and help in optimising resources. As said, the Custom made pallets come in exact sizes, so there is no question of wastage. And most of the pallets are designed from plastic or recycled products. That means you can reuse them and reduces the impact on the environment. Furthermore, custom pallets are designed for easy dismantling and repair. Now that extends the lifespan and minimises the need for replacement.

Custom Pallets are engineered to fit any shape or size 

Custom-made pallet racks are tailored to fit the products' unique sizes, shapes, and weights. Whether electronics gadgets, heavy machinery, or irregularly designed items, custom pallets are tailored to provide optimal protection and support during transportation. Moreover, technological advancements have enabled easy integration of sensors or tracking devices into custom pallets. Thus it allows monitoring of shipments on a real-time basis. 

Final talk 

Thus, enhance the efficiency of the supply chain with Custom made pallets. But if you want, you can also buy new pallets from authentic pallet manufacturing companies.

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Custom Plastic Pallets

Custom plastic pallets are a versatile and durable solution for transporting and storing items. They are designed to support heavy loads, offer protection from the elements, and increase efficiency during the transport process. https://denverreelandpallet.com/custom-plastic-pallets-transport/

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Heavy Duty Rack manufacturers & suppliers in Manesar

When it comes to organizing and optimizing storage space, Beeco Heavy Duty Rack Manufacturers in Manesar stand out as a trusted name in the industry. With a strong reputation for delivering high-quality and reliable heavy-duty rack solutions, Beeco has been assisting businesses across various sectors in maximizing their storage efficiency. This article explores the key features and benefits of Beeco’s heavy-duty rack systems. When it comes to heavy-duty rack solutions, Beeco Manufacturers stands as a reliable and trusted provider. With their durable construction, customizable design, versatile applications, optimized space utilization, easy installation and maintenance, and commitment to quality, Beeco helps businesses of all sizes enhance their storage capabilities. If you are looking for robust and efficient heavy-duty racks, Beeco Manufacturers should be your go-to partner, offering reliable solutions tailored to your unique requirements.

Slotted Angle Rack manufacturers & suppliers in Manesar

When it comes to efficient and versatile storage solutions, Slotted Angle Rack Manufacturers in Manesar have become a popular choice for businesses across various industries. These racks offer flexibility, durability, and easy customization, making them ideal for organizing and optimizing storage spaces. If you are looking for reliable slotted angle rack manufacturers to meet your storage needs, look no further. Our company stands as a leading provider of high-quality slotted angle racks, designed to enhance productivity and streamline your storage operations. When it comes to slotted angle racks, Beeco Storage Systems is your trusted partner for top-quality products, customized solutions, and exceptional customer service. With our expertise in manufacturing, we strive to provide you with storage solutions that optimize space, improve efficiency, and enhance overall productivity. Contact us today to discuss your storage requirements and discover how our slotted angle racks can transform your storage space.

Supermarket Rack manufacturers & suppliers in Manesar

Supermarket Rack Manufacturers in Manesar and retail stores rely heavily on efficient storage solutions to showcase their products effectively and create a pleasant shopping experience for their customers. Supermarket rack manufacturers play a vital role in providing high-quality and customizable racking systems that maximize space utilization and enhance visual appeal. In this article, we will explore the benefits of working with supermarket rack manufacturers and highlight the key factors to consider when choosing the right supplier for your store. Supermarket rack manufacturers are essential partners for retailers looking to optimize their store space and enhance product presentation. By collaborating with reputable manufacturers, retailers can benefit from efficient space utilization, increased product visibility, and custom-made solutions. When choosing a supermarket rack manufacturer, consider their expertise, quality standards, customization options, and customer support to ensure a successful collaboration that meets your store’s specific needs.

Hand Pallet Truck Suppliers in Manesar

The Beeco Storage Systems Supplier Hand Pallet Truck Suppliers in Manesar is a versatile and reliable material handling solution designed to efficiently transport and maneuver heavy loads within warehouses, distribution centers, and various industrial settings. This hand pallet truck is built to high-quality standards, ensuring durability, ease of use, and enhanced productivity in your daily operations. The Beeco hand pallet truck stands out for its versatility, allowing it to handle a wide range of applications and adapt to various industries. Its ease of use and intuitive controls make operation effortless, saving time and increasing productivity. Moreover, the emphasis on safety features ensures the well-being of operators and reduces the risk of workplace accidents.

Cable Tray manufacturers & suppliers in Manesar Beeco Storage Systems, the leading manufacturer of high-quality Cable Tray Manufacturers in Manesar for all your industrial and commercial needs. With our extensive expertise and state-of-the-art manufacturing facilities, we are dedicated to providing efficient and reliable storage solutions for cable management.At Beeco Storage Systems, we understand the importance of safe and organized cable management in various industries, such as construction, telecommunications, power generation, and more. Our cable trays are designed to offer superior support, protection, and accessibility for all types of cables, ensuring seamless operations and minimizing the risk of damage or downtime.When it comes to cable management, Beeco Storage Systems is the name you can trust. With our expertise, quality products, and commitment to customer satisfaction, we have established ourselves as a leader in the industry. Choose Beeco Storage Systems for reliable, efficient, and customizable cable trays that meet your unique requirements. Contact us today to discuss your project needs and let us provide you with the perfect cable management solution.

Plastic Pallet Suppliers in Manesar

Beeco Storage Systems – your premier supplier of high-quality Plastic Pallet Suppliers in  Manesar. With our extensive range of storage solutions, we cater to businesses across various industries, helping them optimize their supply chain management and streamline their operations. At Beeco, we understand the importance of reliable and durable storage systems that can withstand the demands of modern-day logistics. Our plastic pallets offer a superior alternative to traditional wooden pallets, providing numerous benefits for your business. At Beeco Storage Systems, we take pride in delivering top-notch storage solutions and exceptional customer service. We are committed to ensuring that your business experiences seamless operations and optimized logistics with our high-quality plastic pallets. Contact us today to discuss your storage needs, and let us provide you with the best plastic pallet solutions to enhance your supply chain management. Together, we can take your business to new heights of efficiency and success.  We are one of the leading manufacturers of Heavy Duty Storage Racks in Manesar

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Creative DIY Garden Projects for Upcycling Old Items

Do you remember the day when you bought your first plant in a pretty pot? If yes, then you might know your this gardening hobby can turn into an expensive hobby. So, it would be better to turn the focus to upcycling. Get ready to turn all your garden ideas into reality without even burning a hole in your bank account.

It is a rewarding and creative activity to create upcycled garden projects by using junk, otherwise, that junk will end up in a landfill. Also, you can elevate and decorate your yard on a budget. From creating tire planters to repurposing window greenhouses, let our inspiring ideas turn your boring garden into a stunning one. 

Creative DIY Garden Projects for Upcycling Old Items

1) Tire Planters

You can transform your old tires into charming planters which will suit your garden perfectly. First, clean your tires thoroughly, then paint them using weather-resistant paint. After they get dry, you can stack multiple tires on top of each other. You can secure them by using adhesive or drill holes and use zip ties. At last, fill those tires with soil and small shrubs, herbs, or plant flowers. 

2) Pallet Vertical Garden

Wooden pallets can be easily repurposed into a vertical garden. Just stand the pallet in an upright direction, then on the back and sides attach landscaping fabric by using a staple gun or staples. It would be better to use potting soil to fill the spaces left between the pallet slats and then plant small flowers, herbs, or succulents. Remember to lean the pallet against a fence or wall, and finally, you can watch your vertical garden getting flourish.

3) Vintage Toolbox Herb Garden

Yes, you heard right, your worn-out and old toolbox can be turned into a beautiful herb garden. For this, clean your toolbox thoroughly and make sure there is no chemical residue left. If there is a requirement to add drainage holes, then go for it. Also, line it by using small pots or plastic sheets because they will prevent your soil from leaking out. Now, use potting soil to fill the toolbox and plant whatever is your favorite herb, like rosemary, basil, etc.

4) Bicycle Wheel Trellis

In the case of climbing plants like morning glories, you can utilize your old bicycle wheel for creating a unique trellis. As a next step, attach the wheel horizontally to a wall or fence, then secure it by using wire or screws. With this growth of plants, you can guide them by the wheel spokes, which will allow them to create a stunning visual display by climbing.

5) Tea Cup Bird Feeder

Use your vintage tea cups and saucers to transform them into adorable bird feeders. Through the center of the saucer and cup, you can drill a small hole. To secure them, you can thread a wooden or metal dowel through the holes and use nuts on both ends. Use a strong adhesive at the bottom of your cup, then attach it to the saucer to create a perch for the birds. You can hang the feeder from a shepherd's hook or a tree branch, and now, you can use birdseed to fill the cup.

6) Colander Hanging Basket

It's time to give a new life to your old colander by turning them into a hanging basket for flowers. Look for a colander having handles and must consider their drainage. You can make drill holes at the bottom and around the side. Use a landscaping fabric or coco liner to line the colander. Finally, add potting soil and start planting vibrant blooms such as pansies. For hanging the colander from a pergola or a porch, you can attach sturdy ropes or chains to the handles. 

7) Repurposed Window Greenhouse

For plant propagation or seed starting, you can convert your old window frame into a mini greenhouse. Make sure to clean the window thoroughly, then remove any kind of broken or loose glass. Now, take one side of the window frame to attach hinges that allow it to work like a door, such as opening and closing. You can place the window frame over your raised garden bed or just build a custom frame and secure it by using screws. Finally, at the top, add a glass sheet or transparent plastic. Your charming greenhouse is all set to nurture the plants.

Conclusion

With these above-mentioned fantastic ways, you can add an eco-friendly and unique touch to your garden. Don't forget to consider the suitability and weather resistance of the materials you're using outdoors. All you need is just some upcycled materials and little creativity. After that, you can turn your garden into an environmentally friendly oasis.