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5 Ways to Prevent Concrete Cracks

Preventing concrete cracks is a major step towards a successful and long-lasting concrete foundation in your residential and commercial buildings. Ensuring proper curing, applying a waterproof membrane, and controlling ground movement with expansion joints is just some methods of peventing concrete cracks. Continue reading on to learn the top ways of preventing concrete cracks.

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A LESSER MAN. — choi san.

pairing. fighter!san x fembodied!reader

synopsis. there's only so many ways of calming san down, especially when it involves him losing a fight.

genre/warnings. angst, san is pissed and gets borderline violent with woo, injuries, swearing, implied mxm towards the end, smut ! mdni .

word count. 4.3k

HE LOST.

It’s always a bittersweet feeling, to receive the text from Wooyoung. It doesn’t happen often, but on the rare occasion that it does happen— oh, is it bittersweet.

The makeshift bed in the back of the van is far from comfortable, you think. It’s not comfortable at all, you realize with a sigh escaping from your lips. Nothing about the current situation is comfortable, really. 

It’s about to get a whole lot more uncomfortable, though, you bitterly realize.

Because yes, the makeshift bed and the humid air is uncomfortable — it’s horrible, even — it’s still about to get worse. 

Something Wooyoung confirms when his thumb comes down to press send before shoving his cracked phone down the front pocket of his pants. Something Wooyoung confirms when the text comes through on your phone, when Wooyoung confirms what you fear every time San steps foot into the ring.

He lost.

It’s not necessarily the losing. It’s not the fact that he lost that’s the problem, nor is it the loss of money. You don’t care, and while Wooyoung might make it seem like it’s the only thing he’s in for — the money that San brings in every time he wins yet another fight — you know he doesn’t care either.

San, however, does.

Something he makes very clear every time he does, in fact, lose.

Today isn’t going to be any different, you suppose.

‘’You’ll win tomorrow,’’ The back door leading into the building slams open, followed by Wooyoung’s muffled voice. He’s annoyed, you realize. Not that you expected any less.

‘’Fuck off,’’ The voice that follows causes you to squeeze your eyes shut. If Wooyoung is annoyed — you’re not sure just what San is.

Judging by the way he raises his voice and the sound of what you can only make out as a fist colliding with the side of the van, you figure he’s beyond annoyed. He’s enraged, perhaps infuriated, even.

But just like you excepted for Wooyoung to be annoyed — you already knew that this was coming.

Fury. Rage, even.

You don’t have to look at the two men to know just how the current situation is playing out. You already know Wooyoung is running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down, in order to calm the other male down. 

It never works, you know that. Wooyoung, too, knows that.

‘’Don’t fucking touch the van,’’ Wooyoung’s voice comes out muffled thanks to the walls of the van shielding you, but the annoyance lingering behind his words doesn’t go unnoticed. ‘’Not the fucking van, take your anger out however you please but not the van, you hear me?’’’

It’s the silence that follows that causes you to reach for the door handle. The cold night air happily greets you as the door slides open, and while you’d like to embrace it for just a while longer — the mixture of anxiety and worry that runs through your body prevents you from doing so.

It’s not until your feet hit the concrete ground and you take a step forward to look around the corner of the van that you realize just how bad it is.

And how bad it’s about to get, too.

You can’t see his face from where you’re standing, not that you need to. His disheveled black hair and ultimately ruined white tank top tells you enough. The dried blood that’s forced its way into the once white fabric, though, tell you that it’s worse than you thought.

And if it wasn’t because of the dried blood, it’s the way his fist grab onto the shorter males shirt that tells you just how bad it actually is.

‘’Who paid for that fucking van, huh?’’ San spits as he presses his forehead against his friends. Wooyoung doesn’t respond, instead, he just stares at the man standing a mere inch away from him.

He’s used to it, you think. While it’s horrible, it’s also good, you realize. It’s good that he doesn’t respond, because neither of you knows just what might happen if he would’ve. None of you wish to find out, either. ‘’That’s right,’’ San hisses at the lack of response, ‘’Fucking I did. My fucking blood and sweat paid for that van, so don’t think you have any right to tell me what the fuck to do.’’

Only then do you realize just how bad it truly is.

‘’San.’’

You’re not sure if you managed to conceal the shakiness lingering behind your voice, you hope you did. You truly hope you did. Wooyoung’s eyes flicker over to you, and even though not a single word leaves his lips — you know what he’s trying to convey.

Thank you, and get him off of me before I make it worse.

The silence that follows is almost deafening. You just watch as your boyfriend's back heave up and down, a result of the fight that had just taken place and the adrenaline still running through his body. You’re about to part your lips and call out to him again, until his previously clenched fist relaxes.

You watch as Wooyoung stumbles backward, a result of San using his palm to push him away. A low wince leaves his lips as his back collides with the building, and for a split moment you wonder if you should check up on him.

You don’t. You want to, but the way he looks over at you through hooded eyes tells you not to. It’ll make things worse.

Standing up straight, Wooyoung runs his fingers through his hair before a low hiss leaves his lips. ‘’Get your shit together,’’ He hisses as his eyes land on the man standing in front of him. ‘’Do whatever the fuck you have to do, just get your fucking shit together and then we’ll talk.’’

The air feels heavy as he slips back into the building, sending one last stare your way before slamming the door shut behind him. 

Please sort this out.

Suffocating, almost. It feels suffocating, standing in the quietness of the night. Not a single noise besides the sound of people yelling further down the street and San’s heavy breathing, and it feels suffocating. 

Fuck.

While you already knew what was coming the second the ping of your phone informed you that he had lost, there is only so much you can do. There’s only so many ways of preparing yourself, because frankly, you have no idea how it’ll play out.

It’s different every time, how it plays out. It’s always the same — the anger, the raised voices — it’s always the same. But beyond that, you have no idea just how it’ll play out.

And while violence isn’t uncommon, it always takes you by surprise. And the lingering fear never changes, either. Not that you expected it to. Nor do San, you think. He knows, and he hates it just as much as you do.

Perhaps even more.

You watch as his gaze meets the ground, and you don’t need to see him to know that he has his eyes closed. The way he clenches his fists tells you that he’s trying to calm himself down. You know it’s not going to work. So does San.

‘’San,’’ 

It’s not as stern as your first attempt. It’s softer, still stern, but far from angry. You want him to look at you, to let you see him. He doesn’t allow you to.

His gaze remains on the ground underneath him as a small sigh leaves your lips. His gaze remains on the ground even when he hears you walking towards him — even when he feels your hand graze his back — he refuses to turn around to look at you.

Your fingers trail over the spots of dried blood, taking in the small cuts left on his exposed shoulders. You go to touch them, only to earn a low whine from the male and his body jerking in response.

It’s not until your hands gently grab onto his shoulders and slowly turn him around that he allows you to look at him.

And as soon as your eyes land on his face, you understand his anger. And as the realization of what had actually gone down slowly begins to settle in, you realize just why he refuses to look at you.

Dried blood decorates the corner of his lips, accompanied by a fresh cut to his cheekbone. He looks horrible, you realize. 

It’s more than just losing a fight to him, it’s about his dignity, as well. His feeling of feeling worthy. Of feeling needed, of feeling wanted. Something winning gives to him. Something losing rips away from him.

‘’Oh, San,’’ You breathe as your hand comes up to cup his jaw, tilting his head to the side to get a proper look at his face. His gaze remains on the ground, refusing to meet your own. ‘’What did they do to you?’’

Your thumb comes up to gently graze his cheekbone, feeling him clench his jaw under your touch. ‘’It’s nothing,’’ He mumbles, so low that you almost don’t hear him. ‘’I’ll win tomorrow.’’

His words cause an ache to spread across your chest. You don’t care if he wins. You couldn’t care less whether or not he walks out of that building with thousands and yet another victory, you care about him.

And this — his eyes low and his voice hoarse — causes your heart to break.

Your thumb runs down the side of his face before pressing it against his chin. ‘’Look at me.’’ You command, tilting his face upwards. You just stare at him as you wait for his eyes to meet yours, and when they eventually do, you feel your heart crumble even further.

Sad, sorry eyes meet your own and you think you might start crying right there and then.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for not winning, I’m sorry for lashing out.

You don’t care. You don’t care about any of it.

‘’Come here.’’ 

It’s all you have to say. It’s all you have to say for his arms to come up and wrap themselves around your figure, pulling you closer to him. You let your arms fall down onto his shoulders, your fingers quick to slip into his hair. 

He dives into the crook of your neck, his nose brushing against your skin as he does. You can feel his heavy breath fanning across your skin as you gently massage his scalp, his chest expanding into your own with every shaky breath.

There’s nothing you could ever do to stop your boyfriend from fighting. He treasures it, he loves it — he thrives off of it. There’s nothing you could possibly do or say that would ever stop him from doing what he loves, it comes in a package, he once claimed. Him and fighting, you sign up for both when you get him.

You don’t want to, either. You don’t wish for him to stop. Despite how scary and messy it gets, you don’t wish to stop him.

So when it does get messy, the least you can do is comfort him. Make it less scary, even if it’s just for a moment.

‘’It’s okay,’’ Your words come out mumbled, but comforting, nonetheless. ‘’You’re okay.’’

San just breathes against your skin in response. You’re not saying it for him to respond. You’re saying it to comfort him. To soothe the anger still lingering.

‘’I was so close,’’ You barely hear the words as they slip past his lips. They’re mumbled, and you’re not sure if he’s saying it for you to hear or if he’s saying it for himself to hear. To make a point. A statement even. ‘’I was so, so close.’’

You just hum in response. You’re not sure if he wishes for you to respond, yet you do. You hum as your fingers gently thread through his hair, pressing a chaste kiss onto the side of his face. Chaste, but comforting. ‘’I know you were.’’ 

You don’t know. You don’t know just how close he was to actually winning, but you tell him you do. That you do know. Because despite not being there to witness it, you still know. His anger proves to you just how close he actually was.

And how much he despises himself for not winning.

The feeling of his lips leaving a wet kiss onto your skin takes you by surprise. Your fingers massaging his scalp come to an abrupt stop as he does, his warm lips pressing against your cold skin sending shivers down your spine. 

‘’I’m sorry,’’ He mumbles as he presses another kiss onto your skin. ‘’I’m sorry for scaring you,’’ Another one, ‘’I’m sorry for not winning,’’ Another one, this time his hands placed on the small of your back pushing you firm against his body, ‘’I’m sorry for being such an ass,’’

The feeling of his teeth slightly sinking into your skin causes a gasp to leave your lips. Your hands slip out of his hair, your fingers grabbing onto his shoulders in an attempt to stabilize yourself. It doesn’t work, at least not when you feel his tongue running over the spot where he had just sunk his teeth into.

You already know where this is heading.

‘’San,’’ You breathe. His name trailing off your lips causes him to look up at you — only after leaving one last kiss on the skin of your neck — allowing your gaze to meet his.

One of his hands comes up your side, gently squeezing it before grabbing onto the side of your neck. He tilts his head, eyes low as he looks down at you. ‘’Let me show you how sorry I am?’’

You’ll always be there to comfort him. Each and every time, you’ll be there — waiting to console him.

So you nod. And as soon as you do, his lips crash against your own — hungrily, urgently, even. Like he might crumble if he doesn’t get to kiss you right now, right here. You feel the same way as his hand comes up from its previous position at the side of your neck, cupping your jaw as his rough fingers slip into your hair in an attempt to pull you even closer to him.

It’s rough, the way his tongue slips into your mouth and muffles the moan that almost leaves the back of your throat. The taste of the dried blood in the corner of his lips coats your tongue, a taste so disgusting yet so pleasing.

It’s not about how sorry he is. You know it isn’t. The urgency behind his movements and the slight metallic taste lingering on his tongue tells that it’s not about how sorry he is, not at all, really.

It’s about him, him and his disappointment in himself. It’s about him needing a distraction. Solace, even. Something that’ll allow him to escape the burning in his chest — and you — you might be the best distraction of them all.

You’ll always be there to comfort him. And with one of his hands running down your back, nails digging through the fabric of your shirt — you realize that this time is no different.

Rough hands grab onto your waist as they force you back down, and you realize the makeshift bed is just as uncomfortable as it always is.

The flooring is rough on your knees, despite the blanket you had previously laid out to prevent it from being too rough. The thin fabric doesn’t do much, though. You didn’t expect it to, either.

And while the flooring might be bruising your knees with every bounce, it’s far from being as rough as he is, you think.

‘’San,’’ His name barely slips past your lips, your voice giving out halfway through as he snaps his hips forward. His hands force you back down onto his length, meeting his thrust halfway. The harsh snap of his hips makes it hard to speak — and you think he might want it that way.

The leather of his pants sticks to the back of your thighs with every bounce, leaving such a foul and filthy sound to echo through the closed space. The sound of leather sticking to sweaty skin, leather pants pulled down his thighs just enough to allow his member to spring free.

Rough, raw and filthy.

One of his hands comes up to grab the back of your neck, fingernails threatening to dig into the skin of your neck. A grunt rumbles through his chest, a guttural one — an angry one — laced with undeniable lust. ‘’Look at me.’’

It’s a command. A command he follows up by allowing his nails to sink into the skin of your neck, forcing your head back. A command you follow, your half-lidded eyes meeting his own. His clenched jaw and droopy eyes are enough to pull a whine out of you, a whine he then forcefully pulls out of you as he slams your lower body back down.

His grip tightens as the whine trails off your lips, ‘’Such a good girl, just for me, right?’’ His voice is still laced with both anger and lust as he asks, only this time you hear the slight fear lingering in his words, too.

‘’Fuck,’’ He doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he continues slamming his hips into you from underneath, ‘’Don’t even fucking deserve you, do I?’’

Fear that he’s not good enough for you.

Fear that you’re just as disappointed in him as he is in himself.

His fingers slip into your hair, allowing his fingers to intertwine themselves into the strands before forcefully tugging your head backward. The action pulls yet another whine out of you, a painful one. A pain he soothes by diving forward and running his tongue across your now exposed throat, his dry lips leaving a wet kiss behind. 

You wish to tell him that you’re not disappointed in him. That the anger he feels deep within isn’t something you reciprocate, that his actions and his losses don’t define who he is.

He doesn’t wish to hear it, though. So you don’t. You don’t lean forward and embrace him, you don’t whisper in his ear about how you love him and how he can’t allow times like this to consume him.

Instead, you force yourself down his length for the nth time — pulling yet another grunt out of him.

He wants you to console him, so you do. You console him in the only way he’ll allow you to.

‘’I hope every single person in that building can hear you,’’ He grunts against your skin, teeth nibbling on your skin, ‘’Let them hear how good I’m fucking you, show them just how fucking good I am,’’

They know, you think. They already know, and if it wasn’t because of the way he had fingered you against the cold metal of the van a few moments prior — the way your movements now slightly rocked the van most definitely told them.

‘’Tell them, baby, show them.’’

The hand that had just been grabbing onto your hip quickly shifts position, sneaking down to place three fingers against your clit. The action causes you to jolt against him, his fingers pushing firmly against you as you do. ‘’Fuck,’’ You whine, desperately rocking your hips against his fingers — something that causes a hum in approval to leave his chest.

He needs more than that, though, you realize. He wants more than that.

Something he tells you by tugging even harder at your hair, forcing your head back even further as his fingers begin to rub quick, harsh circles over your clit. ‘’I said fucking tell them,’’ He hisses against your skin.

‘’San,’’ You whimper, far from what he wants, yet it seems to somewhat satisfy him as he grunts against your skin. It’s all you have left to offer him, your voice hoarse and throat slightly aching from the current position. ‘’Want you to come,’’ He hisses against your throat, almost commanding you, in a way.

A command you desperately nod at in response. A command you’re more than happy to follow.

‘’Want to hear you, too,’’ He continues, his fingers never stopping and neither does the thrusts, ‘’Want everyone to hear as you make a mess all over my cock,’’

You don’t need to be told twice. A broken moan spills past your lips as you sink your fingers into his shoulders, your hips stilling as your orgasm washes over you. While your movements stilled, his doesn’t — his fingers still desperately rubbing circles over your clit and his cock buried deep within you.

‘’Good girl,’’ He praises, ‘’Fuck, don’t deserve to feel you like this,’’

You’re too far gone to even hear his mindless rambling, too busy coming down from your orgasm to even focus on what he’s saying. You know it doesn’t matter, it’s just mindless rambling, after all.

Things he doesn’t mean.

His hand slips out of your hair, pulling you firmly against his chest as he allows you to rest your forehead against his shoulder. Broken moans and whines spill past your lips as he chases his own orgasm, riding out your orgasm at the same time. 

You know by the desperate grunts leaving his lips and the sloppy thrusts that he’s close, so you bring your hands up to gently cup his face.

‘’Fill me up,’’ You breathe into his ear, ‘’You deserve it.’’

Three words. Three words is all it takes for a groan to rip through his chest and for his hips to snap forward one last time, cock buried deep within you — so deep that it slightly hurts — before he spills into you.

A pleased hum leaves your lips as he slightly trembles in your touch, his cock twitching as white ropes of cum paint your walls. Your thumb comes down to gently stroke his cheek, the skin sticky from the sweat and the humid air — lips pressing a soft kiss onto the same sticky skin.

One last breathy groan leaves his lips before he relaxes underneath you, hands that had just been gripping onto your hips falling down his side. 

You stay like that for a while. Chests pressed against one another, your thumb gently stroking his cheek as your face remains buried in the crook of his neck. He doesn’t pull out — you don’t want him to — and neither does he.

He wishes to stay buried within you forever. Until he psychically can’t anymore.

‘’I’m sorry.’’

He’s the first one to speak up. His voice is hoarse as the words slip past his lips, hands coming up to wrap around your waist. It’s loose, the way he holds you — but still comforting, nonetheless. 

You just shake your head in response.

He has nothing to be sorry about, you think. ‘’Don’t.’’ You seal your words with a soft kiss on his throat, a kiss that tells him to stop.

‘’I’ll win tomorrow, I promise.’’

His words cause you to pull away, your hands still placed on either side of his face. The look you’re met with as your eyes land on his face slightly tugs on your heartstrings, his eyes low and a cheap smile plastered on his lips.

Like he’s trying to convince you. That’ll he win tomorrow, that he won’t disappoint you again.

Like he disappointed you in the first place.

‘’You know I don’t care.’’

He hums in response, ‘’I know,’’ He almost whispers.

‘’But I do.’’

You know he does. You know he cares, you know it matters to him. Whether or not he wins, it’s not important to you — he is.

He’s important to you.

You, too, hum in response as your thumb comes up to soothe the red, irritated skin by his eyebrow. ‘’I know you do,’’ You mumble, carefully running your thumb through his eyebrow. ‘’And I also know you’ll win tomorrow.’’

Your words tugs the corners of his lips into a smile. A genuine one, nothing like the cheap one that had just decorated his bruised lips. 

You don’t know. You don’t know if he’ll win tomorrow, you never know, really. You never know how it’ll end, and you guess that’s the charm of it all. 

Whether or not he’ll fuck you in the back of the van and allow you to praise him for winning yet another fight, or if he’ll walk out of the building with the same anger he had worn today lingering behind his features — it’s all a part of the job, you suppose.

Of never knowing just how it might end.

‘’You think Woo is still mad?’’

The sudden question causes a chuckle to leave the back of your throat. You tilt your head before pressing a small, chaste kiss onto the corner of his lips. ‘’Yeah,’’ You smile as you pull away, a smile he mirrors, ‘’He most definitely is.’’

A sigh leaves his lips, but the playful smile remains. ‘’You think he’ll forgive me if I let him ride me?’’ His words draw yet another chuckle out of you, one he muffles by pulling you back onto his chest.

‘’I doubt it.’’

With a hum leaving his throat, he leaves it at that.

Wooyoung will have to wait, you realize as one of his hands comes up to gently stroke your hair. It’s sticky and sweaty against his chest. You don’t care. Your knees still hurt from rubbing against the hard flooring for a little too long and he’s still buried deep within you, yet you still don’t care.

You stay like that. Silent, his once rough — now turned soft that the anger has slowly faded away —hand stroking your hair. It’s peaceful, you think. You know San feels the same way.

Just like he knows that whether or not he wins the next fight, you’ll be there to either celebrate or comfort him — you always are, and you always will be.

[the-broken-truth]

Leaving The Web [Part 5 - Finale] - Platonic Yandere Miguel O'Hara w/ Daughter Symbiote Spider Reader

Summary: The situation has escalated to a critical point. You and Venom have grown tired of Miguel's meddling and are prepared to confront him decisively. A confrontation ensues between Venom and Miguel, but the question remains: can the symbiote control its murderous impulses, or will it result in the loss of the Spider-Society's leader?

The Leader of the Spider-Society was taken aback by the thunderous footsteps approaching him. Two massive arms, locked together, were raised high in the air with a menacing snarl. The arms came crashing down at an alarming speed, causing Miguel to swiftly dodge out of the way. The impact of the components caused the concrete roof to crack, but it did not break. Miguel was then faced with Venom, who let out a loud roar before pursuing him with his claws locked in position. Miguel managed to escape by jumping off the building and swinging away using his red webs. Venom followed closely behind, utilizing his black webs to keep up.

"Be careful, V, I have a feeling that Miguel is going to try to lead us o the Portal where he came from." [Name] said from the depths of Venom's mind.

"We know, we're counting on it. We have a plan in case he brings us there and we hope he leads us to where he comes from. Hopefully, there's an audience of Spider-People, watching their leader get beaten by the beings he abandoned." Venom told [Name] with a smile, causing his host to smile at the thought of beating Miguel in front of his people, showing them not to approach herself or Venom.

Miguel swung until he reached the top of another building - where a portal to Earth-928 was waiting - soon enough Venom arrived at the top of the building and glared at Miguel with a smile on his face; that smile scared Miguel but he wasn't going to show it.

"Venom, this is your last chance - come with me peacefully or I will take you and [Name] back home by force." Miguel threatened but Venom started laughing with his long tongue waving around like a whip before it slithered back into his mouth and he spoke.

"You really think you can scare us? We have been alone for the longest time, Miguel, and now we have a home here; the fact you can't understand how much damage you have done to us shows how pathetic of a Father you really are. This is your last chance - leave our universe and never come back...or we shall break you and throw you back in that portal." Venom warned as he pointed at Miguel who shook his head and started running at the large symbiote and jumped to kick Venom in his face, but he grabbed Miguel's leg and started smashing him into the ground over and over again before throwing him off of the roof and chased after him.

Miguel lifted his hand to shoot a web but the air in his lungs was knocked out when Venom's Feet plowed into his stomach, ending the 2 of them crashing into the ground, Venom stomped on Miguel before he jumped off him and landed in a crouch. Miguel groaned as he turned on his stomach and pushed himself off the ground before weakly standing and looking at Venom, who rose to his full height once again; Miguel wiped the blood leaking from his mouth as he looked at the large creature.

"Mija...please...don't let Venom control you..." Miguel tired but his pleads were met with a punch to his stomach and another to his face that sent him flying into a cafe window, causing the people who shriek in horror as Miguel crashed into the wall behind the counter. Miguel tried to move but a black web connected with his chest and yanked him out of the wall, out of the building, and back onto the street before he was punched upward; Miguel went flying until he landed on the surface of a flat roof, groaning in pain as rips in his suit tried to reform themselves but there was a malfunction in his suit that prevented them from closing - his mask faded once again and he coughed up blood once again as Venom jumped up to the top and grabbed Miguel from behind and lifted him off the ground, forcing him to face him.

"[Name]... Mija... Please, come back to me..." Miguel said in his weak voice as he lifted his hand to try and touch Venom's face but the face of Venom moved away from his touch and revealed [Name's] angered face. "Mija... Please...come home."

"How long is it going to take before it sinks in? We. Am. HOME! Venom and I belong here and I won't let you take us away from the home we have built with the people who care for us - people who love us; sure I love and miss the others but I love being here more with Venom. Now, your body can barely move, your suit is destroyed and I will send you back home but the next time you come here; your brain will end up in our stomach." [Name] said as the mask reformed on [Name's] Face to the Face of Venom as the massive symbiote jumped from building to build until they reached the top of the building where the portal was, Venom looked at Miguel's broken body before tossing him in the portal, causing the portal to close behind Miguel. Venom exhaled and returned control to [Name], causing his body to get smaller to Spider-Woman's Body.

"You okay, V?" [Name] asked.

"I should be asking you that. You went through a lot before You and Me became We but now that we are the way we are and we shared memories. [Name], I am grateful for what you said, thank you, my friend." Venom said.

"You're my best friend, V, thanks for dealing with Miguel. I really needed that." [Name] said as she walked over to the edge of the building and swung away, "So, what do you want to have for dinner tonight?"

"I'll let you pick," Venom said.

"Then I want baked chicken and salad." [Name] smirked.

"NO SALAD! I HATE THAT!" Venom said.

"We need to keep the body healthy; we'll have chocolate for dessert." [Name] said.

"Fine!" Venom groaned.

With a chuckle, [Name] and Venom swung off into the sunset of their world, their universe, without Miguel O'Hara.

[chameleongray]

A deep yet languid kiss stole Cole's breath, head spinning and fingers digging into Kai's ass. Against his lips Kai smirked, tugging at Cole's lower one with his teeth before pulling away with a murmured "Something you want?"

"You."

Cole's head fell to the side as Kai worked down his neck, nipping occasionally at the delicate skin and smearing wet heated kisses against olive-toned skin. Nimble fingers slipped into the wild mane of black hair, the other hand taking Cole's chin to redirect his head and lift it, exposing his throat. The earth ninja groaned quietly as Kai continued to lavish attention on his neck, kissing down the hollow of his throat.

His thighs spread, opening Kai's in the process, grip tightening as his shoulders sank and chest heaved, body igniting with want as Kai's scent caught in his nose and lungs like incense, clouding judgement and stifling breath. His arms wrapped around the body pressed against him, craving to touch bare skin instead of clothes, to add his own marks to the countless faded scars.

Cole was an artist, and he wanted to make Kai his canvas.

More than just a canvas, if he was being honest.

A door slammed open from somewhere in the Bounty followed by a distant holler from Jay, driving them apart. Panicked eyes fixed on the closed door of the room, they scrambled to get themselves back in order, then Cole caught a glance dropping to his neck.

"I left a mark."

"We can say it's from training." Cole dove onto his bunk and snatched his sketchbook, footsteps and voices drawing closer. Kai threw himself to the floor and assumed a position for flexibility training just as the door opened and in walked Zane and Jay.

"What took you guys so long? Thought you said it was going to be a quick trip," Kai joked.

"We ended up having to stop a bank robbery then we swung by Chen's to bring home food and on the way got mobbed by fans. Y'know another day in Ninjago. She says hi by the way anyways food's getting cold." Jay vanished, and Cole glanced to Zane.

"Mobbed by fans again, huh," he commented, closing the sketchbook before standing.

"At least they were not Kai's."

"Hey!"

"You can't say it's wrong," Cole pointed out while cracking his back. Kai opened his mouth then decided against an objection, instead saying, "Let's just get food. I wonder how Skylor's been."

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At the worst possible time, Cole started coughing. He kicked the charging enemy away then fled, frantic to reach safety, terrified of what he may cough up this time. Spotting a ladder mounted to the side of a building, he climbed quick as he could, struggling to hold off another coughing fit the best he could. Lungs screaming, vision blurry from shallow pants, he reached the top and busted the ladder to prevent pursuers. Ripped back the hood and dropped to all fours, succumbing to the cough.

The dry hacking of trying to dislodge something consumed him. A sharp metallic taste rose in his throat, beads of blood rolling down his tongue and dripping from his lips, mixed with spit. His fingers dug into the rough concrete of the roof, bracing as something came loose in his lungs and forced upwards. He spit it out, trembling as he glimpsed through tear-stained vision petals.

Yellow with a slight outwards curl.

Hyacinth.

He sat back on his heels, numb and lost in thought. It had taken mere weeks for the cough to change from normal to blood to...this, and it frightened him. The others suspected something wrong; how could they not when he would erupt into abrupt coughing fits or have to run from fights? Kai approached multiple times but Cole played it down.

"It's nothing. C'mon, we have bigger things to worry about."

Eventually Kai stopped asking.

Cole wrapped his arms around himself, eyes closed as tears welled up, rocking back and forth. From the ground he heard his name but didn't respond. Didn't want to go back, but running away wouldn't solve this—or any—problem; he knew that all too well. No, the only thing he could do was go back and try to hide the petals for as long as possible.

Shakily, he stood and walked to the edge of the building, answering his team's calls.

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The sun was mercilessly hot, making an intense day of training even more miserable. Shirts came off, and a knife drove itself into Cole when he saw the marks on Kai's back as fire readied to spar ice.

Red scratches dragging along his spine and shoulders, fingerprint-shaped bruises scattered across. The inconsistent smirk he'd worn all morning was suspicious as were the markings on his neck and collarbones paired with sneaking back in late last night, but this...

Cole's grip tightened causing the staff crack and Nya, Lloyd, and Jay to glance at him with concern. With the deepest breath he could manage with his petal-filled lungs, he claimed to be alright, slowly releasing the staff. It dropped, clattering to the deck as a coughing fit took control, driving him to bolt for the bathroom.

More blood, more saliva, more petals clumped together in full blooms. Retching, struggling for air, vision blurry from tears and lack of oxygen, he collapsed against the cold porcelain with a ragged gasp. Outside he could hear faint arguing and Nya firmly saying "You need to talk to him now". The thought of confrontation made him sick, stomach churning and tying itself into knots.

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A knock at the door.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"...I was scared. You made it clear you didn't want to be more than...than what we were."

A pinch on the bridge of a nose followed by the raking of hands through hair. "You should've said something though. This is your life we are talking about. If I'd known sooner, maybe we could've worked something out but I'm with Skylor now. The pressure and responsibility you just put on me..." A frustrated groan. "Damn it. There's nothing else?"

A tiny shake.

Another deep-seated sigh. "How much longer do you think?"

"Probably not much. I've...been coughing up full flowers. For a while now."

"Dammit" softly whispered, heavy in sorrow.

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Cole wandered into the forest, steps nothing more than unbalanced shambles. Pain gripped his body, his lungs and heart the worst of it all. Blood and petals dripped like rain from his lips, staining his chest. With a weakened wheeze he collapsed against a tree, shaky legs unable to carry him further.

Perhaps...perhaps it was for the best, that he be left out here, his remains never found. The team discovered what had transpired, and it had been an ugly mess of emotional words when he'd stolen away, their voices still ringing in his ears.

But here, beneath the tree, a hand pressed against the soft soil and tuning into the slow and subtle rolling shifts of the earth's energy, he felt at home. Peace, for the first time in a while. His eyes closed, head falling to the side as a bloody hyacinth bloom fell from his lips and landed on a thigh.

After all he was earth, and to the earth he returned.

[imbadatparking]

When we drove through the rain, the water hit the roof over and over, washing us in a muted silence. The repeating, uneven, patternless sound could be heard clearly, even through the rusting metal of your car’s frame. It served as an unsuccessful way to fill the tension, a backdrop of white noise against our palpable fear. Thunder rolled below us from a distance, echoing through the streets and under the car tires like an omen. The dark clouds hung low in the sky, building something more than just rain, overlapping each other and dipping just beneath the top of the treeline. 

Silence wrapped its slimy tentacles around our mouths and coated the seats and the windows. The inside of the car was stale, the kind of quiet that made everything feel heavier. The way we tried to pretend everything was okay, how we tried to hide all our secrets, what I’ve been too scared to say aloud when you can look at me. 

When we drove through the rain, your skin was close enough for me to reach out and touch, if only I wasn’t so scared. You’re closer to me than you have been in for the past two months, and yet when I look over, you seem a million worlds away. I’ve been trying to close the distance you’ve been incomprehensibly focused on making bigger. There’s a crack between us that spreads with every argument you start and every touch you pull away from. I am going in behind you with a naive hope, uselessly pouring concrete in behind you, trying to fix the irreparable damage.

I was foolish for hoping it might’ve been the beginning of redemption. I thought the muted, forced proximity of us - what we’d been trying so hard to avoid, this elaborate chess game of denial and avoidance - would make us acknowledge our problems. But maybe it only allows the opposite of what I’m wanting; you’re using it as a shield, an excuse not to look at me, like every other feeble excuse you never would’ve prioritized before the incident. The headlights paint across your lips and nose, making you look gaunt and tired. They prevent your carefully blank face from being hidden from me. 

When we drove through the rain, I tried to put onto it what we can’t find for ourselves. I’ve rendered myself helpless trying to make things better. I’ve used all my resources, given up everything, no longer own any piece of me that doesn’t belong to you - and will continue to do so. Despite your uncertainty, I will keep fighting against the intangible monster that’s taken you away from me and swallowed you whole. I won’t leave you to face it by yourself; I was here before, I’m here now, and I will continue to be here. 

Maybe we'll never find what we can’t fix for us, but you’re still here. Even though we’re in different universes, even though you’re struggling with a fight I can’t see, even though these past few months have been one inescapable tragedy after another; you’re still here. So I’ll stay. I’ll stay and wait for the rain to get worse, and I’ll weather the storm like I always do, with you by my side like you always are. 

| k. - @nosebleedclub march, xxi. clambering

[thewhumpcaretaker]

⚜ 𝓑𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓙𝓾𝓭𝓰𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒳𝐼𝐼: 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝒻𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉 ⚜

TW: PTSD flashback, mention of prior relapse, canon typical violence, masturbation

Summary: John and Vincent split up to keep Vincent hidden while John enters the Bowery alone.

If the backseat of Marjorie’s SUV had looked cramped and uninviting, the trunk of a stolen van with tinted windows looked even more so. It belonged to an assassin who had recognized John in the driver’s seat, and made the mistake of pursuing them. So they took his car and agreed Vincent would stay closed in the back, pretending not to exist, until they reached the destination. It was the safest way to pass through the city - John wanted to take absolutely no chances, not even to let the Bowery know Vincent was onsite.

As he stood above the opening, Vincent’s lifeless phone turned over and over in his hands, the cracked screen catching at his fingertips. It had died at some point during the chaos at the motel, and they had yet to reach another outlet. Reflected in its dark pool, he looked nervous as hell. He cringed away from his own reflection as soon as he met its eyes.

“Can’t we stop somewhere to charge it? I will have no way to contact you.”

“Too risky. I’ll take it with me and find an outlet inside.” John held out his hand, and Vincent reluctantly gave it over. He had a morbid curiosity to see what the High Table must be saying to him now. Exactly how vicious were they being, in the knowledge that they’d driven him out of hiding and into relapse?

But he would rather John didn’t find that out before he did. “If it turns on, don’t…er….”

“I won’t read anything. Now get in.”

He folded himself into the darkness, on top of the blanket that they’d laid down as padding, and glared up at John. “Do you enjoy putting me in undignified positions?”

“No,” said John, leaning over him with one hand braced against the trunk lid. His hair was trailing almost over Vincent’s lips, and it stole his breath. But John tilted his head to get a proper look at Vincent’s face, and smiled like he was looking at something very small and adorable. “Not this one at least. Maybe we’ll try some others later.”

“Oh…” So John could flirt too. Who could’ve known. “I’m holding you to that promise, I hope you know.”

Before he could fully recover his thoughts from the gutter they’d fallen into, John was back to business. “Knock if you need out urgently. When we get there, I’ll knock three times when I leave and again when I’m back. If this starts driving and I haven’t knocked, you jump. Got it?”

“Yes, just make it fast, will you? No detours.”

“That’s the idea.” The lid swung closed.

The early part of the ride was…unpleasant. The car rattled over a million tiny bumps, fit to make him sore even if he hadn’t been shot in the chest. But it was at least focused. Pain gave him something to occupy his mind. The attempt to lean into the walls or the duffle bag full of weapons in such a way as to avoid being jostled prevented him from worrying about the possibility that the Bowery would simply reject them, if not shoot John on sight.

There was no such distraction once the vehicle came to a stop. Based on the echoing sounds of John’s footsteps on concrete, they were in a parking garage. But beyond that, he had no clues about their surroundings, and wished he had asked John earlier. He listened for a struggle or a gunshot as the footsteps faded from his range of hearing, and none came. So far so good, probably. Dog was quiet too, no doubt sleeping in the space between the seats as he had taken to doing. Vincent realized he was chewing on his lips from stress and stopped.

Then the long wait began, and with it, other worries. Reflections. The past few days had been such a roller coaster, with hardly a moment of peace. The only constant had been the presence of challenges to his very sense of self. Whether in pleasure or pain, whether from baffling kindness or infuriating ridicule, he had been torn open repeatedly, his chest never fully allowed to seal up into its familiar concealment.

He did not like what he’d seen within. Maybe he had never liked it. God, he never wanted to self-examine this way again. It would be so good to go home, to think about strategy and call for hits without complicated feelings, to have dinner at the opera in a private booth, drink a couple glasses of wine (or…) and go to bed with some son or daughter of an aristocrat whose name he’d forget in the morning.

John’s little flirtation earlier had been a gift, he realized. Something to hold onto and look forward to. John had seen that horrible truth of himself and stayed by his side, believed in him, went to the trouble of making him feel good. He let a happy rush go through him as he savored his way through the memories of being held, being carried, being fussed over, being kissed. The details of the way their torsos had pressed together and the crinkle at the center of John’s eyebrows. John’s face looking towards him for what seemed like four straight days, passed over by sunsets and tree branches and rain but always so full of care. He would paint it in heavy chiaroscuro, with smoldering black shadows at the eyes. It made his cheeks flush and his body flood with heat to think about that look.

Was this really what he was thinking about, at a time like this? Yes. The answer was yes, and he hated that too. He was suddenly too aware of the seam along the inside of his slacks, and tempted to rub his legs together.

He shifted onto his back, fighting the urge, but it wasn’t going away. It was one of those tricky ones that just got stronger the more he tried to pretend he wasn’t turned on. It suddenly seemed so hot to be helpless in the face of this all-encompassing arousal. To think that he could try this hard to not think about John and still fail, to think he was locked in a car trunk in a life-or-death situation, and still couldn’t help touching himself.

Fuck it. He ran a single finger along that pesky seam, imagining how much better it would feel if it was John’s tongue. The resulting thrill made every muscle in his body seize up at once. At this point, he might as well just go for it.

It was at that moment, pathetically horny and about to give in, that he heard movement outside the car.

There were footsteps, and they belonged to more than one person. Holding his breath, he felt for the gun that John had given him, securing it with his left hand while his right hand slipped the knife out of his back pocket. He winced at just that small movement. To fight in this state would be terrifying. Keep walking. Just keep walking.

They stopped in another part of the parking garage, and their echoes came to him from far away. Two deep voices spoke to each other. “Clear.” “This one too.” He could hear doors opening and closing. They were searching cars. Shit.

He remembered John’s advice at the motel: get out before they can search the room, or he’d be trapped in there. Of course, this was a little different because now he was armed…but still, it seemed much better not to be cornered in his present state. Cautiously, he popped the trunk open. Concrete columns repeated under bluish-white electric lights. Some five rows down, two tall, heavily built figures were facing away from him, prying open a trunk. Now was his chance.

His damn legs were useless after laying for so many hours. They crumpled under him, one of them asleep, but he put one arm in front of the other and dragged himself under the car, where dripped oil soaked through his sleeves. His heart was pounding so hard he didn’t even care.

This wasn’t how killing normally felt, not like killing by orders, or stabbing someone who was already bound and watching the light drain out of their eyes. No, this crawling, this desperation that lesser people had always taken for him…this must be how it felt when John killed. He hadn’t felt this way very often. Once in a while, in a sparring match that went particularly poorly back in his days of fencing classes, he felt something akin to it. And at the duel. And at the gas station.

Fear rocked through him. There in front of him, advancing along the row towards the vehicle, were two reasons why he was cowering right now. He was going to kill them for making him feel this way, if he could just breathe, just hold his gun steady…

One of them was opening the trunk while Vincent stared at his black cuffs and his brown oxfords pointedly, imagining how it would feel to sever the tendons at his ankles, wondering how he would scream. …Or how a bullet would sting through his own chest, how they’d drag him out and put the gun to his head, and he’d know, all over again, that the world was about to go dark… He held his breath, letting the fear and the memories sink deep into his bones, and watched those polished shoes turn towards the next car. Just let them go, it’s fine, they were beneath him anyway…

Then he heard a whine overhead. Dog, in the back seat. The footsteps stopped.

There was one on the right side of the car, and one on the left. The one on the left was laughing. “Well I’ll be damned. That’s his fuckin’ dog.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, look at this.” Presumably, he was holding up a picture. “Spitting image. This is his car, it’s gotta be.” Vincent’s grip on the gun tightened. Maybe they’d take Dog and just leave.

A window smashed, glass scattering over the pavement. Dog was yelping wildly as he was lifted into the air. The men ignored him. “Do you think they’re in the Bowery?”

“High Table’ll have the Bowery’s hide if they are…But we’d better not initiate here just in case. I say we take the dog hostage and leave a note, then he has to follow us to neutral ground.” Perfect! Yes, just take the dog and leave him alone. Except…

If that dog dies, you die. You do not treat him as something you can sacrifice to save yourself. He IS you. A vital body part.

The adrenaline was putting Vincent’s heart inside his throat where it throbbed nightmarishly. And then it was putting his blade through the ankle of the man on the right.

The gun would have been smarter, but at a time like this, familiarity meant a great deal. He had the instinct, for instance, that severing one tendon wouldn’t be enough to bring the man down, that he had to strike a second time on the opposite calf before there was time for retaliation, dropping him. He had the instinct that when he pulled the knife back out he could drive it instantly upwards, and it would hit the man somewhere irreplaceable as he doubled over. In this case, it happened to be straight through the eye into the brain, spilling a satisfyingly fatal shower of gore that drenched his knife hand when he pulled it free.

On the opposite side of the car, though, the other hitman had grabbed his own ankles and was dragging him out across the broken glass. Shards dug into that porcelain-soft skin, so unusual to combat. Adrenaline gave way to genuine fury and he kicked hard - to little effect.

He flipped himself over, twisting his ankle in the process, just as the man fired a shot next to his head. For a moment, he was deaf and then realized he was screaming, something high pitched and hateful like the yowl of a feral cat. He struck out with renewed vigor, kicking the man in the stomach this time, and then hurling his knife in one clean, true shot straight into his throat. Dog fell out of his dead arms and cowered under the car, growling.

He stood over the corpse and emptied the clip into its head and chest and let himself just stand there and shake. Bien. Reste à terre, enfoiré. [Good. Stay down, motherfucker.] He stared at it for a long time afterwards, but it didn’t move. He did it. Everything was fine, despite a few new injuries. Now just…um…maybe get back in the car? The car that was now highlighted by two rapidly spreading pools of blood. Maybe not such a good idea.

Before he could figure out what to do, another voice came from behind him. “Hands up.”

What bastard was it now? Vincent raised his hands slowly as more figures began to move towards him from the opposite side of the parking garage as well. They wore the ratty garb of panhandlers, but they were armed to the teeth. Bowery personnel. He was surrounded.

The Marquis was suddenly very aware of the blood and oil covering the front of his already lackluster clothing, the small rubies budding across his stinging hands – some visible and others lost in the sea of red dripping from the knife. But his biggest concern was his face, onto which he plastered a tight and bloodless smile. It would have to do. “Good afternoon,” he said icily.  “It seems someone has been hunting dangerously close to Bowery grounds. I handled it. Is there a problem?”

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[the-fiction-witch]

Love You too Hun

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Steamy / Sexy

Concept Waking up Together

I woke up surrounded by grey cotton against my almost naked body, the small silk PJ sorts and small silk cami top all that covered me and protected me against the cotton covers. It was warm but not too hot, a chill across me but not too cold. I opened my eyes finding myself looking up at the silver concrete ceiling of the Brooklyn basement I called my home. I glanced to my side seeing the small bedside table littered with objects. The small lamp shut off for the night it's black square base sat almost as far back as possible, the small square clock with a black face and white numbers, and the two white almost triangular hands ticking away to itself so quietly you could barely hear it at all, the small pile of books almost tethering off the table, 'Warren Pertrov's in 64 squares', 'defense and deliberation by Arthur Langford' and 'against the clock by Hamilton Yates' stacked intricately in line together, as well as the little polaroid picture leaned up against the lamp. I turned back to face the ceiling noticing how little light had yet come through the bedroom window. I glanced at the wallpaper of dark grey and green squares but moved my eyes down the wall until I turned completely to be faced with the sweetest of sights. He laid in the bed with me his head against the cotton pillow, his hair a matted bed head strewed across the pillow, his hair fluffy where he had gone to bed with it wet and it had dried in the night. His face was utterly emotionless void of expression his mouth slightly open for his gentle breaths, his eyes not squeezed shut just gently resting closed, his nose would slightly move as he would breathe though it and then put his open mouth causing his nose to slight flail in his breaths, the hairs on his face often slightly moving with his breaths too, his hand on the pillow gently but still gripping the inner fluff his silver rings and bracelet still around him as they have almost never removed as much a part of him as anything else, he had been holding in the night as he often did but I imagine I elbowed him away in my sleep as I did often do not like I didn't want a cuddle but sometimes in my sleepy state as I try to wriggle his heavy arm prevents me from turning or moving. His bare chest gently rose and fell with each of his gentle breaths, the only thing concealing his body was the small skintight black shorts that hugged his every curve not that he exactly had many curves to start with I noticed immediately he was hard which made me blush a little imagining the smutty little things he could have been dreaming off. I smiled moving down and rubbing my nose against his own “Benny?” I whispered sweetly

His nose scrunched, his eyebrows lowered and stiffened slightly shifting himself against his pillow, I giggled and moved closer resting my hands on his chest he stirred a little and wrapped his arms around my waist. For a moment I just lay contently snuggled in his arms but I smiled and leaned in giving his lips a gentle kiss for a moment no response but slowly his grip on me tightened and his lips moved against my own. Our kisses were slow and sensual often times I couldn't feel his fingers rubbing Against my skin his cold rings pressed against me, the hair on his lips and chin tickling me in off little ways where some were sharper than others, as our kisses continued till at last he pulled back rubbing his nose on my own

“Morning”

“Morning” I giggled nuzzling into his neck “I love you”

He cracked a smile, not his usual cocky smile but a sweet lovely smile only I ever got to see “Love you too hun” he cooes kissing the top of my head.

[dynmghts]

SHELTER : seeing a threat barreling toward them (such as a storm, the shockwave from an explosion, or a building they’re in collapsing), sender holds the injured / incapacitated receiver close, turning their back to the threat to bear the brunt of the impact instead of the receiver.

bc u know izuku would

katsuki is painfully aware that midoriya izuku doesn't have a limit on what he'd do for him. he's risked his life time and time again, always pushing himself further than he should, just to keep bakugou katsuki out of harm's way ; the sludge villain. his kidnapping. the rescue. he scarcely remembers what happened in the paranormal liberation and final wars, but he was told, shown, and that was enough.

it was the one thing that bothered katsuki the most. this fact that, and he told endeavor this to his face, izuku never takes himself into account. more so when it was him. he swears it's been worse since the war.

the moment katsuki comes under a serious threat, izuku's self-preservation is called into question ; quite suddenly, dynamight will encounter something he might not dodge in time or move away from ... [ or neither : sometimes, it was simply on principle. ] ... and deku would be right there at his side. he would take the brunt of the incoming force if he had to. he'd weather it.

katsuki knows he would do the same if izuku couldn't stop him. he has done the same, in fact. that doesn't make him struggle with it less.

dynamight had been the one to rush into the building first, despite wounded shoulder and gash on his side from their prior engagement with a villain. dynamight had been the one to act on a plan. the first priority was to get injured civilians out of there, coordinating with others to take them so he could stay inside. his second priority was guiding unhurt civilians out, even if he had to snap out the instructions. with debris trickling down from the ceiling and bits of rubble clicking ominously against paved tile, though, the blond knew there was only a matter of time before a section collapsed, with or without him in it.

he should've known izuku would follow him in and participate in the efforts, but a part of him was glad - in the sense that the green-haired hero had always been better with people than he ever could be. they understood dynamight's instruction. they appreciated deku's better worded responses. they could work at it together this way, and with crimson observing the structure carefully as they worked further into the building, maybe they would be out before oncoming collapse.

as if anything were that simple.

katsuki isn't sure how far they'd gone into the building when he hears the ominous creaking and cracking. his eyes quickly turn to the nearby pillars, watching cracks web their way through the reinforced concrete in milliseconds, crumbling away quicker and quicker until the ceiling groans and chips away at itself. katsuki realises he scarcely has time to react. izuku does.

the ceiling gives way. katsuki reaches up to blast it with both hands. before he can, though, a strong force pushes him off his feet and to the ground - head cushioned by the fall, but wind knocked out of his lungs. the pressure to his side and shoulder earn a wince ; but, otherwise, he's unharmed.

crimson eyes slowly peel themselves open, blinking away the dust that settles across the new area while he coughs, heaves in a few breaths. first, he notices the weight on top of him. second, he notices the small confines of which they find themselves in. and third, as katsuki reaches to check over izuku, pain surging through his shoulder as he does, he has to withhold his tongue from swearing up a storm at the other : not because he prevented a worse scenario. not because katsuki couldn't enact the plan he came up with on the spot.

but because he didn't even think about himself, did he ?

the collapse wasn't pretty. did izuku take the brunt of it, then ? the entire area fell on them before either could get far away enough to avoid it, so surely, with that, he's been hurt somewhere ... is he not seeing it ?

❛ you- ❜ the words die before katsuki has the chance to snap them out. [ you idiot, i had it. i could've broken up the debris. my shoulder would've been fine, you'd be fine, we'd still be stuck here but at least you wouldn't have taken the weight of an entire fucking building, you self-sacrificing piece of- ] ❛ fuck. ❜ he grips izuku's face with gloved hands, then. his tone is steady ; angry, but with a quiet panic underneath. ❛ tell me where you're hurt. i can hardly see shit. ❜

@fightaers / HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT, ACCEPTING.

[occasionally-writing]

In Our Own World

A/N: The fanfic is finally done!!! Sorry for the long ass wait my peeps but it’s finally here XD This is my first time, I think, writing for AkkAyan, but I hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless! The events in this fanfic are based off First and Khao’s song from their Our Skyy eps and there is also a cameo as well! I won’t say who or from what drama, but I bet you guys can figure it out easily hehe. Enough from me! Enjoy the fanfic!!!

Summary: Ayan takes Akk to a secret building where a friend of his mentioned contains a lot of graffiti. Akk decides to act rebellious when Aye pulls out some spray paint and the two get down to some mischief as they paint one of the free walls of the building. 

Word Count: 2624

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“How far are we even going? It’s getting late Aye…” Akk muttered, his voice low to prevent it from echoing around the crumbling tunnel they were passing through, the fading colors of previous graffiti art catching his attention as Ayan continued to pull him. Slowing down their pace to a light jog, Aye kept his attention to the sounds around them, taking in the slight echo of their running steps against the cracked concrete along with the distant noise of passing cars a few roads down. Other than that, it was quiet with no evidence of anyone but them in the surrounding area. “Is that the building you mentioned?” 

Perking up when he heard Akk’s question, Aye grinned when he noticed the old building, the boarded windows and doorless opening making it obvious that it was completely abandoned. Noticing the change in Ayan’s expression, Akk couldn’t help the fond sigh that slipped from his lips, the boy weak to anything his boyfriend did. Slowing down completely once they reached a concrete barrier, Aye shifted the bag that was strapped around his shoulder and climbed up, swinging his legs over the barrier before he reached out for Akk, helping his boyfriend over it as well. 

“We finally made it…I didn’t think it would be this far out. Sorry for dragging you so far out Akk,” Aye whispered, hopping off the concrete and holding Akk’s hand when he did the same. Shaking off Aye’s apology, Akk let his eyes scan the area and if it wasn’t for all the art on the crumbling walls, Akk would think that no one knew this building was even here. Tugging Akk’s arm to get him to follow again, Aye continued to lead the way, entering the ruins of what was once a factory and Akk found himself finally relaxing a bit since they were now out of the potential eyes of anyone who could call the cops. “It’s just up here…White told me that a friend of his boyfriend and her group used to come here to paint all the time. Apparently a really famous instagram painter used to come here too…I think he went by UNAR?”

“UNAR? What happened to him?” Akk asked, his interest in what Aye was saying making his boyfriend grin before he went on, talking about the artist until they reached the second floor. Letting go of Ayan’s hand to stroll towards what used to be a window, the lights of the city making his dark eyes shine while Aye placed the bag down, his eyes taking in the blank space that was just yelling to be filled. “Aye! Look at the view! You can almost see everything from here! I wonder what it would look like at the top!” 

Turning his gaze from the wall to his boyfriend, Ayan chuckled and closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Akk’s waist until he turned and met his eyes, their grins practically lighting up the room. Taking in the scenery for just a moment, Aye brought Akk back to what they were doing before, his boyfriend’s eyes finally turned to the semi-blank wall along with the bag Ayan had brought with them. Strolling back to the backpack, Aye unzippered it and dug around, the metallic clinking of paint cans catching Akk’s attention. Kicking a pebble as he made his way towards Aye, Akk knelt down and helped his boyfriend take the cans out, multiple colors catching his eye along with dozens of paint tubes and brushes, the last thing being two oxygen masks and some kind of lid to a cooking pot. 

“What’s this for?” Akk questioned, holding up the lid as Aye removed his jacket, leaving it by the bag. Eyeing the object, Aye grinned and muttered something about Akk seeing what it was for later, his attention now focused on bringing the paint cans and tubes closer to the wall so they could grab things they needed while they worked without having to step too far away each time. “Aye…what do you mean?! What’s this for?!” 

Hearing nothing but Aye’s cackle, Akk rolled his eyes when Aye turned and gave him a teasing grin. Brushing off the tease with a fond sigh, Akk grabbed the masks and followed Aye, both of them pausing in front of the wall and observing it. They already knew what they were going to paint, but if they wanted to add anything else, it wouldn’t hurt taking a gander at how much space they were working with. 

“How about we start with the background? It should be a light color since we’ll be painting over it,” Aye muttered, his gaze examining the wall closely, the focus in his expression making Akk’s heart flutter from how cute it looked. Letting out a noise to show he was listening and approved of Ayan's suggestion, Akk picked up one of the brushes while Aye laid out some tarp and opened the paint tubes, squirting out blobs of color for them to work with. “Okay, let’s start with this cream color? Or white…maybe we should mix them.”

Mixing a little bit of the colors first, Akk tested the paint on the wall and when Aye seemed satisfied, the two mixed more and got to work, dipping their brushes and painting, their strokes steady as they made sure to layer the paint evenly while making sure not to leave any bare spots. Pulling out of the buckets from Aye’s bag, Akk filled it with water from the bottle they brought and dipped his brush in it, washing the paint from the bristles. 

Sorting out the colors while they waited for the background color to dry, Aye felt mischief rising in him as he poured a small puddle of blue paint out, his eyes keeping track of Akk so he wouldn’t see what he was about to do. Coating his whole palm in the cool liquid, Aye smirked and slowly approached Akk, his boyfriend unsuspecting of Aye’s plan until it was too late.

“Aye!” Akk shrieked, the cool paint soaking through his white tank top, a blue handprint coating the back of his clothing while Aye cackled, triumph in his expression since his devious plan worked. Giving the shorter male a playful glare, Akk grumbled while Aye continued to chuckle, not registering the fact that Akk had picked up the paint brush and dipped it in the same paint Ayan had used to make the handprint on his back. Hearing Akk call his name, Aye focused on his boyfriend again just in time to see the brush being waved, the blue paint splashing onto his black tank top while Akk grinned. Not having time to bask in his revenge, Akk yelped when Aye launched towards him again, his paint coated hands wrapping around Akk’s bare forearms, wiping whatever paint he had left on his hands onto Akk’s skin. “Shortstop! Damn it! Get over here!”

Running to avoid his boyfriend’s now blue hands, Aye cackled as he hopped over the water buckets and laid out paints, Akk’s running steps close behind while their laughter echoed around the empty building. Finally catching Aye, Akk rubbed his hands all over the back of his boyfriend’s neck, Aye shrieks and whines of the paint being cold reaching Akk’s ears. Letting him go once he was sure he literally got everywhere on Aye’s neck, Akk couldn’t help the snort that left his lips when Ayan pouted, wiping the paint from his neck. 

“No fair…you put more paint on me then I did on you!” Aye complained, his tone making Akk coo and pull him closer, the amusement on Akk’s face causing Aye’s expression to soften. Taking Akk’s wrist in his hand, Aye carefully began to use whatever paint he had on his fingers to draw something on his forearm, Akk rolling his eyes when he noticed it was a poorly drawn smiley face. Giving him a look that screamed, ‘really?,’ Akk glanced back at the  wall and decided to get them back on track, Aye catching on as well since he pulled Akk back towards it. “It should be dry now…let’s not waste anymore paint on each other, okay? We need it for the painting.”

“You started it, you know,” Akk teased, the challenging look he got from Aye causing him to raise his hands up in surrender, not really wanting to be covered in more paint. Letting the silence develop around them once more as they got back to work, the two worked on different parts of the wall, Aye focusing on making the middle of the wall a mixture of orange and yellows while Akk focused on the top, making it different hues of blue along with splotches of white and grey. “Okay…should we let this dry while we get the black paint ready?”

Stepping back with a nod, Aye glanced down at his blue hands and sighed, the look he gave Akk telling him everything he needed to know. Snickering at Ayan’s expression, Akk dug through the bag himself, finding the black paint and squirting half the tube onto the tarp since they knew they needed most of it. Pulling out the gas mask as well, Akk stood up and carefully looped it over Aye’s head, securing it over his nose and mouth. 

“I’ll do the mountains, you wanna do the lining?” Akk asked, pulling a pair of goggles over his eyes while he dipped his brush in the black paint. Letting out a muffled, ‘sure,’ Aye pulled out green spray paint and shook the can, popping off the cap while Akk started the mountains. Creating the line of green paint carefully, Aye made sure not to let the paint drip too far into the mountain area, even though Akk would go over it with the black paint, it would still make the paint look lumpy. “That looks good…now, what’s next?”

Grabbing some blue spray paint while Aye picked up his brush with a mixture of white and grey paint, Akk waved some of the blue paint above the mountains, his fingers catching the paint trails before they hit the still damp green paint. Being careful while he flicked some of the white-grey paint over the blue waves, Aye stepped back and looked over the painting, a smile appearing on his lips behind the gas mask when he realized they were almost done. Hearing the sound of the lid clinking against the cement floor, Aye turned towards Akk who coated the rim with white paint, offering the object to Aye with a smile. 

“After this, we can paint the inside yellow and then we’re done!” Aye instructed, his voice dulled behind the mask but nonetheless, Akk heard him since he started to get the yellow paint ready. Stepping up behind Aye with his brush ready, Akk helped him pull the gas mask down around his neck, their eyes moving to the paint when Ayan pressed the lid right in the middle, holding it there for a moment. Holding their breaths in anticipation, Aye slowly pulled back and both of them let out a sigh of relief when the white circle caught their eye, the lid idea actually working. “Okay…be careful not to touch the white circle!”

“I know…I’ll do my best,” Akk muttered, his brush carefully touching the wall, his eyes never leaving it until the inside of the white circle was completely colored in with a bright yellow, the color mixing while with the sunset colors of the rest of the painting. Stepping back while lowering his brush, Akk and Aye met each other’s eyes and smiled, their painting finally complete. “Do I even want to know the time? How long have we been at this?”

Wrapping his arm around Aye’s shoulders, Akk pressed their heads together as they observed the painting, the colors shining even in the dark and if he was being honest, Akk couldn’t wait to see how it looked when the sun rose. Hearing the sound of Aye yawning, Akk chuckled and pulled away, turning his attention to cleaning up now. Capping the spray cans and tubes of paint, Akk tossed them in the bag while Aye dumped the water bucket out one of the windows, ignoring the protest Akk gave out when he noticed Aye’s actions. 

“You’re lucky we’re in a place where no one’s around or else that paint water could’ve got all over someone,” Akk lectured, huffing when all he got from his boyfriend was his rolling eyes. Gathering everything else that didn’t fit in the backpack, Aye placed them beside it and perked up when he heard the sound of fabric being rustled and the metallic slide of a zipper. Akk must’ve found the tent that Sean must’ve left. Spinning around to see that his assumption was correct, Aye observed his boyfriend as he spread out the blanket that was still in the tent, not noticing Aye was watching him until Akk reached out for the backpack and met his gaze. “Don’t just stand there, get in here! It’s late and we have to be up early tomorrow to get a move on out of here. The last thing we need is to get caught by anyone.”

“Yeah, yeah. I hear you!” Aye snorted out, placing everything he gathered close to the tent before he slipped in, zipping up the tent behind him. Giving Akk his attention, Aye couldn’t help the way his eyebrows rose into his hairline when Akk pulled off his shirt, rolling it up into a ball to most likely use as a pillow. Feeling eyes on him, Akk met Aye’s gaze and rolled his eyes, trying to hide the fact he was flustered by how his boyfriend’s eyes trailed up and down his bare torso. “Oh! Good idea! Using our shirts as pillows!”

Not wasting time with throwing his own shirt off, Aye rolled it up like Akk did and placed it in the spot next to his boyfriend. Getting comfortable as much as he could on a concrete floor, Akk laid on his back and opened his arms for Aye, who grinned and quickly dove into the embrace, wiggling around until he was comfortable. Pulling him closer until Aye’s leg was thrown over his own, Akk pressed a kiss to Aye’s forehead, pulling back to meet his boyfriend’s soft gaze, his brown eyes reminding Akk of melted chocolate. 

Letting his eyes lower to Akk’s lips, Aye shifted closer until they were practically breathing each other’s air, their lips not even a millimeter apart. Not wasting anymore time, Akk pressed forward, their lips meeting and fitting together like they were two matching puzzle pieces. Keeping the kiss soft and slow, Akk pulled back after a moment, a soft sigh leaving his lips as Aye snuggled back into his embrace, a sudden wave of sleepiness making his eyes begin to flutter. Seeming like he noticed Aye having a hard time staying awake, Akk pressed another soft kiss to his forehead, urging Aye to let his eyes close.

“Get some sleep, I’ll hold you all throughout the night,” Akk whispered, his own tone beginning to get deep from sleep wanting to drag him into unconsciousness. 

Chuckling softly when all he got was a soft murmur from Aye, Akk continued to gently rub his back, not having to even look to know that Aye had fallen asleep, his warm body still against his own and his breaths fading to something soft and rhythmatic. Burying his face into Aye’s hair, Akk finally let his eyes close, letting out one final yawn before he followed his boyfriend into a comfortable sleep, soft smiles resting on their lips as the outside world became nothing but background noise.

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Invest in Waterproof Coatings to Keep Your Home Water Resistant

You have worked put so much effort into making your dream house and all that it involved, so think of how you would feel if it was ruined from water damage with no chance at lasting any length of time? That would truly feel as if you were living in a nightmare! To stop this trauma from occurring, making sure to waterproof your home through various coatings should take priority to all else. This way, you can stop any moisture from getting into the place where you rest.

Preserving dryness and preventing water from entering your residence is an important element of construction. Because if the water infiltrates cracks and seeps into your personal living space, it could create prospective ruin in regards to structure disturbance and affect the visible design of the house you envisioned. The waterproofing facing outfits the outer walls of your domicile with a clear liquid repellent that obstructs H2O from getting beyond regulation into your edifice. These durable coverings rely on hydrophobic

In this piece we'll discuss why waterproof coatings are essential and some choices that can be made. Options for waterproofing cover a wide range of surfaces like concrete, wood, stones or metal elements - like terraces, walls, as well as tiles. While coatings fluctuate from chemical to bitumen based choices, it is possible to find a solution tailored precisely to the required surface in question.

What is the importance of waterproofing coatings for the home?

Now that you have gained knowledge about waterproof coating, it is time to look further into the significance of using this type of coating for your house.

Enhances your home's structural integrity

The structure of your home is made up of different parts, such as the foundation, basement, walls and roof. These components bear the brunt of any extreme climate or ground moisture due to seepage. This can weaken the structural framework and result in cracks. Applying a waterproof outer layer will prevent such damage arising from pressure or dampness leakage.

A germ-free environment

The proliferating of bacteria and germs on ruinous and damp ceramic tiles can pose significant health risks for household inhabitants, as infections and illnesses may result from this. But, applying waterproof coverings have the capacity to significantly attenuate the blossoming of mildew and microorganisms.

Maintains the life of your paint-

Applying a protective layer to painted walls will provide protection from inside and out, preventing any damage. This type of safeguard is notable in bathroom and kitchen areas that get more dampness, because it lessens the chance of water imprinting into the walls thereby decreasing impairment as time passes by. Not only that, but these walls are easier to wash clean and created safe hurdles that discourage microbials from developing.

Providing solutions for water proofing -

We can uncover the top-notch waterproofing options for your residence. This can include a clear waterproof membrane for tiles, an acrylic water repellent sealer, a chemical emulsion protector, or even a protective finish designed for plywood; provided by us at Asian Paints - every answer you need is here!

Beautifully transforming your home-

At Paint Sutra, we offer best water proofing Services regardless of how seriously the exterior or interior of your home is damaged--our goal is not just to aesthetically enhance, but also maintain the solidity and stability of your home with our selection of waterproofing services. Our consultants will search out water seepages and any possible issues as well as determine a resolving treatment too.

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Why We Love Plastering Contractors 

Trouble locating plasterers? Thus, you're at the right place. You may simply finish your home remodeling or renovation project by hiring a professional. They're good for homes and businesses. Plastering contractors do great work. We have low rates, excellent customer service, and skilled personnel. We're skilled, reliable, and experienced. Your project is completed on time and to the highest standard.

To provide you the greatest property solutions, our crew undertakes a complete examination before starting any project. Plastering professionals give your walls a smooth, attractive surface. Our tools and equipment are the latest. We're confident in our abilities and ready to provide the greatest answers. We care about you.

Plastering—What Is It? Plastering involves putting dry plaster to walls and ceilings. It works on floors, doors, and window frames. Clay, sand, and water make it. The mixture is applied to the surface to be coated using a brush or trowel before smoothing. It's a great way to refresh your home.

Plastering types Stucco is one kind of plastering used to cover external walls and other surfaces. Masonry creates stunning external house features. Veneer is a kind of plaster used to decorate your home's walls and ceilings with wood or stone. Wallpaper - If your home has many textured walls, use wallpaper. It may instantly transform your house, but it's pricey.

WHAT DO PLASTERING CONTRACTORS DO? Plasterers for residential, commercial, and industrial projects. They complete unfinished work for homeowners. A designer or architect may hire them to help. Your home's walls are checked.

PLASTERING CONTRACTORS' RATES If you're doing your own plastering, you need to know the cost. Price depends on several factors. Before picking a contractor, consider many factors. Top plastering contractors may be found online. You may also ask friends and relatives for recommendations on competent plastering contractors. If they liked one, they may refer you.

What will your project cost? Your project's cost depends on its size, location, and suppliers. Your project's pricing depends on how many hours you spend on it and how complex it is.

Plasterers may be your best contractor. Plastering is a common pastime among house decorators. Plasterers may be preferable. We have everything needed to accomplish the job.

Reasons to Hire Plasterers You should hire plastering contractors. From repairs to renovations, they provide affordable plastering services. They're known for affordable, high-quality work. Painting, mold removal, and wall repair are among their services.

We're skilled and experienced. We provide New Work's best plastering and rendering services. Competent people work for us. We know the field well. We provide the best services possible. Our crew is always available to help with construction or maintenance difficulties.

We're plasterers. Inside and out, we plaster. Whether your property is little or huge, we can develop the look you desire. We will develop and provide color schemes for your walls.

Sand plastering is possible.

The most common kind of plastering is hand-applied sand. Sand and water are applied to the wall initially. Masonry, concrete, and wooden planks may be utilized with it.

We plaster commercial and residential buildings. We plaster homes and businesses. Only high-quality plaster is used. We remove old finishes and plaster everything. Free quotes are available for any task you want us to do.

Plastering and dry wall repair are also available. Our professional plasterers serve our clientele. Plastering's ability to give a place a beautiful, modern look has made it popular. Plastering contractors may also repair drywall in homes and businesses. Wall damage and cracks may be prevented via drywall repair.

Plastering contractors have years of experience and knowledge of different plaster types. Modern tools and equipment make your work easier and more efficient. Our goal is to provide the finest services in our business.

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Terrace Waterproofing: Protecting Your Home from Water Damage

Your terrace is more than simply an outside space; it is an integral aspect of your home's structure, acting as a roof over your head and shielding everything beneath it from the weather. However, one of the most typical problems that homeowners encounter is water leakage from their patio. Waterproofing your terrace is not just a leak prevention technique, but also a long-term investment that increases the durability of your home. In this blog post, we'll look at why terrace waterproofing is important and how to safeguard your property from water damage.

Why is Terrace Waterproofing Important?

Water leakage through your terrace can cause a variety of issues. When rainwater penetrates the concrete or roofing material, it can cause mold development, dampness, peeling paint, structural deterioration, and even ceiling stains within your home. Continuous exposure to water can cause damage to both the exterior and interior of your house.

Waterproofing's principal benefit is that it prevents water from leaking into your property. This is especially significant in locations with high rainfall and humid temperatures.

Increases the Lifespan of Your Property: Waterproofing protects your home's structural integrity by keeping moisture out of the walls, ceilings, and foundation. This helps to avoid costly repairs in the future.

Improves Comfort and Health: A properly waterproofed terrace minimizes mold and mildew growth, which can enhance interior air quality. It also contributes to maintaining a dry and comfortable home environment.

Waterproofing is a low-cost solution that saves money in the long run by avoiding expensive repairs. It's a proactive treatment that lowers the likelihood of catastrophic injury.

How to Waterproof Your Terrace?

Waterproofing a terrace entails applying specific treatments and materials that form a water-resistant barrier. There are numerous approaches, and the technique you choose is determined by the specific characteristics of your terrace as well as your budget. Here are some common methods for terrace waterproofing.

1. Liquid Waterproofing Membranes

Liquid membranes are a common alternative for terrace waterproofing. These coatings are applied to the surface in liquid form and harden into a flexible and long-lasting waterproof covering. They can be used on both flat and inclined terraces, providing comprehensive covering. Liquid membranes are simple to apply, inexpensive, and result in a smooth finish.

2. Cementitious Waterproofing

Cementitious waterproofing is another widely used method, particularly for concrete terraces. This technique involves using a cement-based solution mixed with waterproofing additives that are applied directly onto the terrace surface. It’s a robust solution that works well for areas with high water exposure.

3. Bituminous Membranes

Bituminous membranes are comprised of asphalt or bitumen and are well-known for their strength and longevity. This strategy is best suited for terraces subjected to significant rainfall or adverse weather conditions. Bituminous membranes can be applied as a roll-on sheet, providing excellent waterproofing and moisture resistance.

4. Polyurethane Coatings

Polyurethane coatings are another great way to waterproof terraces. These coatings are flexible, UV-resistant, and can survive extreme temperatures. Polyurethane is suitable for protecting surfaces from both foot traffic and the outdoors

Maintenance Tips for Terrace Waterproofing

Once your patio has been waterproofed, frequent care is required to preserve its life. Here are some simple ways to keep your terrace in good condition:

Clean gutters and drains on a regular basis. Blocked drains can cause water to accumulate on the terrace, resulting in leaks and damage.

Inspect for cracks or damage. Check the waterproof membrane for cracks, blisters, or damage regularly, especially after storms or heavy rains.

Reapply coating as needed. Some waterproofing materials degrade over time. Check that the coating is still intact and reapply it as needed to preserve protection.

Conclusion

Waterproofing your terrace is an important step in protecting your house from the harmful consequences of water damage. You can safeguard your terrace and your property for years to come by using the right waterproofing solution and staying on top of upkeep. Don't wait until leaks cause damage—take action now to give your home the protection it deserves!

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Joint Sealing Gold Coast: Rhino Construction Services Protects

Wondering if your concrete joints are ready for the unpredictable Gold Coast weather? Rhino Construction Services is here to help. Our joint sealing services are designed to keep your property safe, dry, and in great shape—whether it’s your home, business, or industrial space. With Rhino, you get sealing solutions that are built to last, standing strong against Queensland’s toughest elements. 

Why Choose Rhino for Joint Sealing on the Gold Coast?

At Rhino Construction Services, we understand how important it is to keep your concrete in top condition. With years of experience and high-quality products, we know exactly how to seal your concrete against water damage, dirt, and wear. Our team is committed to giving you reliable service that preserves both the look and strength of your concrete surfaces, making them ready for whatever the weather throws their way.

How Our Joint Sealing Service Helps You

Our joint sealing goes beyond basic protection. We want to add real value to your property, ensuring your concrete stays strong and looking great. Whether it’s sealing your driveway, prepping your commercial space, or protecting industrial floors, we’ve got the know-how to handle it all, keeping your property safe from costly future repairs.

Benefits You’ll Appreciate

Stops Water Damage: Our sealing keeps moisture out of concrete joints, preventing the cracks and deterioration that water damage can bring.

Strengthens and Protects: We use top-grade materials to reinforce your concrete, helping it stand up to everyday wear and extending its lifespan.

Boosts Curb Appeal: Our sealing process leaves your concrete looking clean, polished, and well-maintained, adding to the overall appeal of your property.

Eco-Friendly, Long-Lasting Protection

At Rhino Construction Services, we care about the environment too. That’s why we use eco-friendly sealing products that are tough on the elements but gentle on the planet. Our products are made to handle the Gold Coast’s weather, giving you a solution that lasts without compromising sustainability.

Don’t Delay—Shield Your Gold Coast Property with Rhino!

Concrete joints are your first line of defense against water and weather. With Rhino’s joint sealing, you can relax knowing your property is in expert hands. From homes to commercial buildings to industrial sites, we bring the skills and quality products to get the job done right. Ready to protect your property for the long haul? Visit us at Shed 3/9 Charlston Pl, Kuluin QLD 4558, Australia, call +61 1300 744 661 or check out Rhino Construction Services  to discuss how our joint sealing solutions can help!

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7 Ways To Stop Your Concrete Driveway From Cracking

Driveway cracks are a common concern, but with the right techniques and maintenance, these blemishes can be minimised or prevented altogether. Cracks in concrete Hunter Valley not only affect the appearance but also compromise the longevity of your driveway. Taking proactive steps will ensure your driveway remains in excellent condition for years to come.

The following list details some effective strategies to help keep those unsightly cracks away from your concrete driveway.

Use High-Quality Base Materials

The first step in creating a durable driveway is using top-quality base materials. The base, which sits beneath the surface, must be compacted well and made from materials that offer solid support. A strong base helps to distribute the weight of vehicles evenly, reducing the likelihood of surface stress that leads to cracking. Poor-quality materials or improper compaction can result in shifting or settling over time, which puts unnecessary strain on the driveway surface. By investing in a well-prepared and adequately compacted base, you’re setting the groundwork for a stable and resilient surface.

Install Proper Drainage Systems

Water is one of the main culprits behind driveway cracks. When water seeps underneath the surface, it can erode the base and cause instability, leading to cracks. Proper drainage ensures that water is directed away from the surface and does not accumulate underneath. Installing drain channels, slope grading, or french drains helps divert water away from vulnerable areas, thereby maintaining the integrity of the structure. Additionally, keeping gutters and downspouts pointed away from the driveway will help reduce the risk of water accumulation.

Avoid Heavy Loads and Point Loads

Heavy vehicles and concentrated point loads can cause significant stress on a driveway, especially if it's not designed to support such weight. Avoid parking heavy equipment or large trucks on the surface for extended periods. If you need to park a heavier vehicle temporarily, try to distribute the weight evenly by using plywood or other support materials under the tyres. This precaution minimises the pressure exerted on the surface, reducing the likelihood of cracks developing. Remember, consistent exposure to heavy loads will eventually take its toll, so being mindful of weight distribution is essential.

Control Tree Roots Nearby

Nearby tree roots can pose a significant threat as they grow and expand underneath the surface, exerting upward pressure that leads to cracks. If there are trees planted near your driveway, monitor their growth and trim roots that pose a risk. Additionally, installing a root barrier can help prevent roots from encroaching on the area. When selecting trees for your landscaping, consider species with less aggressive root systems or plant them farther away. This precaution can help you maintain the structural integrity of your driveway without compromising your landscape’s beauty.

Fix Small Cracks Immediately

Even with all the precautions, small cracks may still develop over time due to natural wear and tear. It is crucial to address these minor cracks promptly before they expand into larger problems. Filling small cracks with a suitable crack filler and sealing them helps to prevent water and debris from penetrating deeper into the surface. Neglecting minor issues often leads to more extensive and costly repairs down the line, as water infiltration and freeze-thaw cycles can worsen the damage. Routine inspection and maintenance are key to keeping your driveway in good condition.

Apply a Sealant Regularly

Regular application of a high-quality sealant is an essential part of driveway maintenance. Sealants act as a protective barrier, preventing water, oil, and other substances from penetrating the surface. Over time, exposure to the elements can weaken the surface, making it more susceptible to cracks. By sealing your driveway every few years, you protect it from moisture damage, UV rays, and chemical spills. This routine upkeep not only prolongs the lifespan of your driveway but also saves money on future repairs. Make sure the sealant is applied during appropriate weather conditions to ensure maximum effectiveness.

Account for Expansion and Contraction

Temperature fluctuations can cause the surface to expand and contract, leading to cracks if there is no allowance for this movement. Installing expansion joints allows the surface to flex without causing damage. These joints should be placed at appropriate intervals and filled with a flexible material to absorb the stress of expansion and contraction. Additionally, during the installation process, control joints can be strategically placed directly where cracking occurs, ensuring that if cracks do form, they follow a predetermined line, keeping the surface's appearance intact.

By implementing these strategies, you can significantly reduce the chances of cracks developing in your driveway. Proper installation, regular maintenance, and immediate repair of minor issues are key to ensuring a long-lasting, attractive surface. Taking these preventive measures will not only protect your investment but also enhance the curb appeal of your property.

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The Importance of Road Repairs and Commercial Paving in Winnipeg

The Importance of Road Repairs and Commercial Paving in Winnipeg

Maintaining roads is essential for safety and long-term usability, especially in a city like Winnipeg, where seasonal weather fluctuations cause significant wear and tear. At JC Paving, a trusted Commercial Paving Company in Winnipeg, we understand the unique needs of the region, offering specialized services in road repairs, concrete repairs, and sealing and crack filling. Here, we’ll explore how each of these services plays a vital role in keeping Winnipeg's roads functional and safe.

1. Road Repairs in Winnipeg: Protecting Your Investment

Road damage, whether it’s minor cracks or major potholes, requires prompt attention. Ignoring road issues can lead to accelerated deterioration, resulting in higher repair costs over time. Road repairs improve safety by eliminating hazards for drivers and pedestrians, enhancing the overall quality of the city’s infrastructure.

At JC Paving, we specialize in comprehensive road repairs in Winnipeg to ensure smooth surfaces, optimal safety, and extended road life. Our approach includes assessing underlying issues, stabilizing the foundation, and applying durable materials designed to withstand Winnipeg’s harsh weather conditions.

2. The Role of a Commercial Paving Company in Winnipeg

Commercial spaces, from shopping centers to industrial parks, need paving solutions that can withstand heavy traffic and extended use. As a leading commercial paving company in Winnipeg, JC Paving brings experience and expertise in installing and maintaining surfaces that meet these rigorous demands.

We work closely with our commercial clients to understand their specific needs, offering paving solutions that combine quality and durability. With proper installation and ongoing maintenance, commercial paving can withstand years of wear while maintaining an attractive and professional appearance. Our team is dedicated to delivering customized paving solutions, from layout to completion, ensuring that each project meets both functional and aesthetic standards.

3. Concrete Repairs Winnipeg: Extending Surface Longevity

Concrete surfaces, while highly durable, are not immune to damage. Factors such as temperature fluctuations, heavy traffic, and moisture exposure can cause cracks, scaling, and deterioration. Concrete repairs in Winnipeg are crucial for addressing these issues promptly, preventing small cracks from growing into major problems.

JC Paving uses high-quality materials and proven techniques to ensure that our concrete repair services provide lasting results. Whether it’s a sidewalk, driveway, or parking lot, our team takes the time to evaluate the area, remove damaged sections, and replace or restore the surface as needed. Timely concrete repairs save property owners from costly replacements and enhance the safety and appearance of their spaces.

4. Sealing and Crack Filling Winnipeg: Preventing Further Damage

One of the most effective ways to protect paved surfaces is through sealing and crack filling. This proactive approach prevents water and debris from infiltrating small cracks, which can lead to more extensive damage over time. For roads and parking lots, sealing and crack filling help maintain structural integrity and prevent pothole formation.

JC Paving offers expert sealing and crack filling in Winnipeg, using top-grade sealants that are designed to endure Winnipeg’s temperature extremes. By sealing small cracks early, we stop them from expanding, protecting the surface from costly repairs. Our sealing services also provide a fresh appearance to the pavement, extending its visual appeal and lifespan.

Conclusion: Trust JC Paving for Road Repairs and Maintenance in Winnipeg

At JC Paving, we’re committed to delivering the highest standard of service in road repairs, concrete repairs, and sealing and crack filling in Winnipeg. As a trusted commercial paving company in Winnipeg, we understand the challenges that our climate poses and work to create solutions that are resilient, safe, and cost-effective. Whether you need routine maintenance or comprehensive repair work, our team is here to provide reliable and professional results that stand the test of time.

For dependable road repair and paving services, contact JC Paving today. Let us help you keep Winnipeg’s roads smooth and safe for years to come.

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Choosing the Best Material for Your Bathroom Countertops

Selecting the right countertop material for your bathroom goes beyond style. It’s about finding a durable, moisture-resistant, and low-maintenance option that enhances your space. Whether you’re revamping your master bathroom or designing a powder room, this guide from WeDezine will help you discover the top materials to consider for your bathroom countertops.

1. Quartz: A Perfect Blend of Beauty and Durability

Quartz is an ideal choice for modern bathrooms, combining stunning aesthetics with exceptional resilience. This engineered stone, made of natural quartz and resin, mimics the appearance of natural stone but resists stains and scratches even better.

Pros: Non-porous, which prevents staining and simplifies cleaning. It comes in an extensive range of colors and patterns.

Cons: Higher cost and doesn’t have the same organic appeal as marble or granite.

Best For: High-traffic, contemporary bathrooms or minimalist designs.

2. Granite: Timeless Elegance and Natural Resilience

Granite has been a popular countertop material for years, thanks to its unique, luxurious look and robust nature. Each slab of granite is one-of-a-kind, making it a stunning option that adds elegance to any bathroom.

Pros: Heat and scratch-resistant, and available in diverse colors and patterns. Sealing it yearly helps maintain its moisture resistance.

Cons: Requires regular sealing to prevent water absorption and stains. It’s on the pricier side.

Best For: High-end bathrooms or classic, luxurious designs.

3. Marble: Luxury with a Timeless Appeal

Marble is synonymous with sophistication and timeless beauty. Its natural veining patterns make each piece distinct, adding an opulent touch to your bathroom.

Pros: Offers a unique, luxurious look with natural veining, enhancing the bathroom’s aesthetic value.

Cons: Prone to scratches and etching from acids like toothpaste, and needs regular sealing.

Best For: Master bathrooms or powder rooms where maintenance is manageable and elegance is a priority.

4. Solid Surface: Sleek and Versatile

Solid surface countertops are crafted from a blend of acrylic and polyester, providing a smooth, seamless look. These countertops can be molded into various shapes, making them a versatile choice for many bathroom styles.

Pros: Non-porous and easy to clean, with many colors and finishes to choose from. Minor scratches can be buffed out.

Cons: Prone to heat damage and may scratch more easily than quartz or granite.

Best For: Family bathrooms where durability and easy maintenance are important.

5. Concrete: Industrial Style and Customization

For an industrial or contemporary feel, concrete countertops bring a unique edge. This material can be molded into any shape and customized with colors and finishes, making it highly versatile.

Pros: Allows for extensive customization in terms of color, texture, and finish. Very durable and suitable for high-use areas.

Cons: Needs sealing to prevent stains and cracking may occur over time with temperature changes.

Best For: Industrial-style bathrooms, modern or unique designs.

6. Laminate: Affordable and Adaptable

Laminate countertops offer an affordable, versatile option that’s come a long way in design. They can replicate the look of wood or stone at a fraction of the cost.

Pros: Budget-friendly, easy to maintain, and available in a wide variety of colors and styles.

Cons: Less durable than natural stone and susceptible to scratches and burns. Edges can chip over time.

Best For: Guest bathrooms or secondary bathrooms where durability is less crucial.

7. Tile: Customizable and Cost-Effective

Tile countertops provide endless customization options with various colors, sizes, and patterns. They’re a classic choice for those who want to add personality to their bathroom.

Pros: Cost-effective and highly customizable. Tile options include ceramic, porcelain, and glass.

Cons: Grout lines need regular cleaning to avoid mildew buildup, and the surface isn’t as smooth as other materials.

Best For: Vintage or eclectic-style bathrooms, and budget-conscious renovations.

8. Wood: Warmth and Natural Appeal

Wood countertops introduce warmth and a natural element to bathroom design. When properly sealed, wood can handle humid environments with grace.

Pros: Adds warmth and a unique aesthetic. With a suitable finish, it can be water-resistant.

Cons: Requires frequent sealing to prevent water damage and is prone to scratches and warping if not properly maintained.

Best For: Rustic, farmhouse, or Scandinavian-style bathrooms.

Final Thoughts

Choosing the right countertop material for your bathroom is a big decision, and WeDezine is here to guide you through every step. From budget-friendly options to luxurious upgrades, our design experts will help you find the perfect countertop that matches your style and meets your needs.

Contact us today to discover how WeDezine can transform your bathroom into a stylish, functional, and lasting space.