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Fifteen Months

Din Djarin x Cam Girl Reader AU

Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI)  Summary: You've known and loved Din for Fifteen Months. Here's a glimpse into your life with him. Warnings: Smut, unprotected p in v sex , oral (m and f receiving), fingering, voyeurism, fucking on camera, cum eating, lap dance, sex work, din carries you, duck pond emotions, a spray painted mandalorian helmet, goats!, farm life. Words: 8,700

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—-

“Morning,” a rumbly voice says against your forehead with a kiss. “We have two new kids.”

Your eyes open wide, your heart leaping with excitement as you jump out of bed quickly. Din hastily backs away with a grin on his face.

“She had them?!” you ask as you pull on a pair of pants and grab your robe.

“She did. She’s doing good,” he says, smiling at your excitement. “The babies are healthy and happy, already nursing and everything.”

You run down the steps, Grogu at your feet. Boba’s waiting at the front door, standing guard, his tail wagging in greeting when he sees you.

Din leans over and kisses you as you throw your jacket on and step into your boots.

“Oh, good morning, by the way,” you chuckle as you throw the door open and feel the early morning chill of spring in the air.

You wrap your jacket tighter around you, your boots squishing in the dewy grass as you follow Din to the little shelter on the side of the main goat pin.

Dorothy looks up at the sound of the gate creaking. Your favorite goat looks peaceful as her two new babies are cuddled close to her.

“Hi, sweet girl,” you coo, softly stepping towards her before kneeling down to pet her head. “Look at your babies. They’re perfect.”

“Were you up all night with her?” you turn and ask Din.

“Just about,” he yawns.

“You could have come and got me,” you say, rising and dusting the straw off your knees.

“I wanted you to get some sleep,” he replies, his eyes heavy with fatigue but a little brightness, too. “Besides, I wanted to surprise you.”

Din steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you back against him.

“They’re so perfect,” you muse, watching the little kids stand on wobbly legs and find their footing in the new world.

“They are,” he admires, tightening his hold. “Cobb’s on his way. He’s going to take care of everything since I was up all night.” 

—-

As the weeks turned to months together, the long-distance from Din almost became unbearable, it kept getting harder and harder to leave Din and his farm every time you’d visit him.

So, you sold the townhouse you had worked hard to pay for on your own and moved across the country to live with Din. The idea of being separated any longer had become too much to bear, so you left behind all that was familiar to be with him.

That was five months ago. Dorothy, your favorite goat, started showing signs of her pregnancy only a couple of weeks after you moved in.

Wicket the rooster's crow is now your alarm clock, waking you up every morning in Din's arms, his handsome face only inches away. It’s hard to pull yourself away from his warm arms and soft lips, but the farm chores are waiting for both of you.

Together, you tend to the herd, milking the nannies and bottle-feeding the playful kids who frolic in the pasture. Din's gentle patience for you and all of his animals never fails to fill your heart with love.

During the afternoons, while Din takes care of the farm repairs and building projects, you tend to the garden–your hands buried in the rich soil as you plant and nurture fruits and vegetables that will eventually grace your table.

Evenings are spent in cozy domesticity with Din and your dogs, curling up next to him on the porch swing to watch the sunset paint the sky as Din’s fingers caress your skin.

At night, after all the chores are done, you still do your webcam shows, but no longer for private customers–a decision you made on your own once you left Din’s home the first time.

Din always helps you set up the equipment and watches off-camera, his heated gaze watching your every move.

You’ve embraced Din, his farm, and his life—much like he embraced you and your choice of career. You could never imagine your life without him. This life, with its simplicity and authenticity, is everything you never knew you needed, a blissful escape from the hectic pace and superficial trappings of your old life.

And you couldn't be more grateful for it all.

—-

“Din,” you whisper in his ear and leave a kiss against his cheek. “Cobb just left. It’s almost time for my show.”

Big brown eyes blink open, a smile lights his tired face.

“Hey,” he yawns. “Can’t believe I slept that long.” His hand reaches out and grabs your hip, pulling you into bed with him. His stubble scrapes against your skin as he rolls you onto your back and kisses you. His hands run along your body, slipping under your shirt to caress your soft skin. You melt into his touch, fingers tangling in his messy curls, and you sigh against his lips.

He trails kisses along your jaw down to your neck, his tongue tracing lazy patterns on your skin. You can’t resist him, arching into him, your legs wrapping around his hips to pull him closer. His broad body covers you like a warm blanket.

His hand slides lower, hooking into the waistband of your pants. Just as he starts to tug them down, you very reluctantly break the kiss.

“Hold up,” you pant, struggling to catch your breath. “Ugh, the show…”

He groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I knooow,” he grumbles.

You laugh softly, soothingly running your fingers through his hair. “Want to help me tonight?”

He lifts his head, an eager and mischievous glint in his eyes. “I do.”

“You want to pick what I wear?”

Without a word, he rolls off you and strides over to the dresser, rifling through your collection of lingerie. After a moment of deliberation with his eyes studying two different bodysuits, he puts them away and grabs the same blush pink lingerie you wore the first night he and you slept together.

“Really?” you arch up an eyebrow. “That one?”

“Call me sentimental,” he smirks. Tossing you the soft, silk outfit. “Put it on pretty girl.”

“Sentimental, huh?” You grin as you shed your clothes, Din’s eyes darkening as he follows your every move.

The silk slides over your skin as you remember the first night you stayed with Din - the nerves, his declaration of love, the tenderness of his touch, and the realization that he meant everything to you.

You smooth your hands over the fabric, straightening the straps and admiring how it fits.

“Beautiful,” he whispers.

You heat under his intense gaze. “Come on, we need to set up,” you say, grabbing his hand and leading him to your studio.

—-

You’ve noticed a change in Din since you moved in with him. He’s no longer the solitary man—quiet, reserved, and focused solely on his work. As your love blossomed and you grew closer, he began smiling more readily and laughing more freely, his eyes always sparkling at the sight of you.

He used to be guarded—even a bit gruff—but soon, you saw beneath that exterior, sensing a tender heart. Now, you see that tender heart every day. The way he gently cradles a newborn kid in his strong hands. The way he kneels down on the floor to pet and hug his dogs every morning. The way he always makes your tea the exact way you like it every evening.

He’s actually playful, sometimes chasing you across the house before capturing you and ‘attacking you’ with his mouth, or dipping you for a kiss in the middle of the kitchen.

Sometimes he’ll surprise you while you’re outside hanging laundry, sneaking up and wrapping his arms around your waist before gently tackling you onto the grass. His strong arms enveloping you as he pins you beneath him, his eyes twinkling with love.

“Caught you,” he rumbles before pressing his lips to yours.

You love seeing him like this, happy and carefree. He was once your customer in a dark box, just a curious stranger, and now he’s everything to you.

—-

You check the lighting and adjust the camera tripod while Din settles into his usual spot just out of frame, putting on a pair of headphones, close enough to be heard but not seen.

You take your familiar position on the bed, knees bent to your side, with one hand supporting your weight as you lean back. As you pout your lips and adjust the strap on your top, you nod at Din, signaling that you're good to start.

“Ready?” he asks, his finger hovering over the button to start the stream.

Taking a deep breath, you slip into your online persona. “Ready.”

The red light blinks on and you smile at the camera. “Hi everyone, thanks for joining me tonight…”

As you interact with your audience, you can feel Din’s eyes on you. You steal glances at him between poses, noticing how his breathing quickens whenever you arch your back or run your hands along your thighs.

“What should I do next?” Your question is directed at your viewers and yet you know Din can tell you’re asking him.

He grins, lifting his hand into view, his finger curling in a beckoning motion.

“Yeah? You want me closer?” you purr. The chat explodes with messages of excitement.

You lean forward and crawl slowly towards the camera, risking a glance at Din, sitting in his chair shrouded in darkness, his brown eyes turning almost black when you wink at him.

Your hands trail sensually over the silk fabric of your tank top. “What should I take off first?” you ask temptingly.

“The top,” Din’s voice rumbles from off-camera. “Slowly.”

A shiver flows through your body at Din’s voice, this is the first time he’s ever spoken while you’re performing. You reach for the buttons on your shirt, teasingly undoing them one by one. The silk falling open to reveal your bare skin underneath.

The chat goes wild.

“Like this?” you ask, shrugging the garment off your shoulders and letting it fall to the mattress.

“Perfect,” he growls. You can see him palming himself through his sweatpants out of the corner of your eye.

You bite your lip, fighting every urge inside you to look directly at Din. The camera and your customers demand your attention, but you can only feel his eyes on you.

“What next?” you ask breathily.

Din’s voice husks through the air. “Touch yourself,” he commands in a low tone. “Slowly.”

Your hands slide down your body, tracing delicate patterns across your stomach before dipping lower. The silk of your shorts feels smooth against your hand as you tease and rub yourself through the fabric.

“Feels so good, when your hands are all over me,” you moan into the camera. “Feel how wet you make me? I’m so fucking soaked for you baby.”

Din grunts from the darkness as you arch your back and press your breasts together.

“Should I take these off?” you ask, pushing down the waistband of your shorts.

The chat dings with responses, but you wait for Din’s command.

“Yes,” breathes out from his lips.

You slide the shorts down inch by inch and toss them playfully towards Din’s direction before spreading your legs wide, your hand slipping between them, stroking yourself slowly. You moan as you work your fingers in small circles, your hips rocking against your hand.

You hear Din’s breathing grow heavier.

“Mm, it feels so good,” you purr. “But chat… do you think I should have some help?”

He leans forward, his brows rising in surprise. You’ve never asked Din to join in your cam sessions before, but seeing him in the background, watching you every time has become too much. You want him to be a part of it now.

Your audience sends a wave of thumbs ups and enthusiastic messages.

“Baby,” you say breathlessly, “come here.”

He hesitates for a moment before standing up and moving to the side of the bed, just out of frame. His brown eyes are wide with surprise and desire as he reaches his hand out towards you. The chat goes wild as his hand comes into view on camera, trailing up your leg.

His touch is warm and reverent as his fingertips finally brush against your wet folds. “That’s it, touch me,” you moan, relishing in the feel of Din as your customers watch.

His fingers explore you slowly, spreading your wetness and tracing lazy, soft circles around your clit. You lock eyes with him as he slips a finger inside you, momentarily forgetting about the hundreds of viewers on the monitor.

Din nods his head towards the screen, reminding you that you’re at work. You look back at the camera, as Din slowly fucks you with his thick finger.

“Fuck, you feel so good inside me,” you pant for your viewers, losing yourself in Din’s touch. His thumb finds your clit, brushing softly against it. “Just like that.”

He smirks as he watches you unravel beneath his touch. Your back arching as you push your breasts together and tug at your nipples.

“More,” you gasp between moans, your body beginning to tremble as the chat goes crazy watching you lose yourself under Din’s touch.

He responds immediately, adding another finger and stretching you. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he says, his voice thick with lust.

Your hips lift to meet his hand, seeking more pressure, grinding your pussy against his palm. "Talk to me baby, they want to hear you talk to me,” you beg.

His brows furrow in thought, his thumb brushing circles against your clit while his fingers fuck you deeper. “Let it go baby. You’re gorgeous, you like my fingers?”

“Yes, god yes,” you moan as his hand worships your cunt.

“Cum for me baby, show them how I can make you cum.”

“Oh god,” you cry out, your head falling back onto the mattress as you surrender to his touch, breathing hard as your hips cant against him. “I want you,” you beg, leaving the thoughts of your hundreds of viewers behind.

“I’ll give you what you want soon enough,” he promises. “Keep going for them.”

The pressure is building within you, your heart racing and when Din angles his fingers up, that familiar heat pools in your core, every nerve ending dancing and tingling across you.

“Gonna—” you whimper.

“Just a little longer,” he urges, his voice low. “I want them to see how much I love making you feel this way.”

You nod, breathless, your body set alight. You can hear the distant sound of notifications and gifts pinging from the chat, but all you can focus on is Din and his thick fingers.

"I'm so close," you gasp as his thumb presses firmly against your clit. He quickens his pace, fingers moving faster and deeper until your body can't take it anymore.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Cum. Cum for them.”

Din pilots you closer to your peak. Your thighs quaking around his hand, your cunt clenching his fingers as your body begins its ascent towards bliss.

“Oh god,” you moan.

“Cum for me baby,” he growls. “Let go.”

The world explodes around you, stars floating through your eyes as your entire body convulses. Your breath hitching, the world narrowing to just you and Din as you orgasm, gone are your viewers, gone are the dings from the speakers.

“That’s it baby,” he coos. “Look at how fucking beautiful you are. You’re so fucking gorgeous when you cum.”

Your body trembles in the aftershocks as he brings his soaked fingers to his lips, eagerly tasting you. Only you can see how his eyes close in pleasure as he licks his fingers clean.

“You did so good for me—and them,” he praises, his own breathing ragged as he pulls down his sweatpants.

"Thanks for tuning in chat, now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go get fucked by my helper,” you say winking before clicking the DISCONNECT button.

Din pounces on you, pinning you to the bed with his muscular body. "Be careful!" you yell. “The equipment!”

Din grins widely as he kisses you. “Don’t worry about the equipment, I’ll set it back up later,” he growls against your lips. “Right now, I’m going to take care of you.”

With one smooth motion, he flips you over onto your stomach. You gasp in surprise as his strong hands grip your hips, pulling you up onto your hands and knees.

He kneels behind you, his hardness pressing against the cleft of your ass. You moan and push back against him, wanting to feel more of him. He chuckles at your eagerness and gives your ass a playful smack that makes you yelp.

“Guess you liked helping me?” you breathily ask.

“I did,” he runs his hand down your spine. “You want my help again?”

“Always,” you breathe, arching your back to present yourself to him.

He groans at the sight of your glistening pussy, swollen with desire for only him. He leans down, placing a tender kiss at the base of your spine. “Look at you, all ready for me, pretty girl.”

His strong thighs brush against yours as he lines himself up with your aching cunt. The broad head of his cock teases your folds as he coats himself in your slick. You moan and push your hips back as you try to take him in.

His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as your pussy accepts him into your tight heat inch by inch.

He sheathes himself fully inside you, filling and completing you. A low groan rumbles from DIn’s chest as he bottoms out inside you, his hips flush against your ass. “You feel incredible,” he rasps, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips.

“I’m yours."

“Yeah? You’re mine? This tight, wet pussy is all for me?” He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back as he nuzzles into your neck. His stubble scrapes across the sensitive skin. “Mine,” he hisses possessively. “My beautiful girl.”

He fucks into you faster and harder, the bed you use to touch yourself for your customers now creaking and thudding against the wall from Din’s power. You fist your hands in the sheets, holding on as Din pounds into you. You feel another orgasm in your orbit, the stars beginning to show behind your eyes.

“I’m close,” you whimper. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” Din pants. “I’ll never stop loving you, taking care of you, making you feel this good…”

His words makes your orgasm rocket through you, your pussy clenching rhythmically around Din’s cock as you see a galaxy across your eyelids.

Din keeps thrusting, grunting with exertion as he fucks your soaked cunt, chasing his own release.

“Fill me with your cum,” you urge breathlessly.

“Fuck, I love you. I’m gonna—” his hips stutter and with a deep thrust, he buries himself inside you. A warrior’s moan tears from his throat as his cock pulses, painting your walls with his cum.

Your arms give out, and you collapse onto the bed, Din follows you, lying down next to you. The two of you lay together, panting for air, a tangle of sweaty and sated limbs. Din wraps his arms around you, pulling you close against his heaving chest. You nuzzle into his neck, planting soft kisses along his jaw.

"That was amazing," you murmur. "Having you with me on camera like that. God, it was so hot."

"Mm, it was," he agrees, his voice a low rumble.

"Maybe we should make it a regular thing. I'm sure my viewers would love it."

“As long as I don’t have to show my face, I’d love nothing more. I love watching you, but being able to touch you in front of your audience. I can’t believe I used to be one of your customers.”

You chuckle softly, snuggling closer against him. "And now look at us. I know way more about goats than I ever thought possible and you know way more about live streaming sex shows than you ever thought possible.”

He laughs and tilts his head down to leave a kiss against your forehead. “I never imagined I could be this happy. This farm feels like a real home now, with you here.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

—-

As the warm, late spring weather rolls in, your days on the farm become even busier. The goat kids are growing bigger and braver, exploring more of their surroundings each day. Your nights are spent performing shows for your many viewers, the addition of Din’s hands and voice have driven you watcher views up. You both notice more gifts and chat messages from female viewers, it empowers the two of you to put on even more of a show for them. With a bit of ingenuity and a can of silver spray paint, you’ve come up with the perfect solution for him to not show his face.

Din sits in his office, going over invoices and the calendar as you saunter in wearing one of your favorite dresses.

"Din," you catch his attention.

He turns in his chair, an adoring smile lighting slowly spreads across his lips. "Yeah baby?"

“I thought of a solution for you to not show your face,” you say with a small smile. “Close your eyes.” 

He tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, giving you a curious look before he obeys and shuts his eyes.

You quickly open the closet and pull out the surprise, placing it in his hands.

“Okay, open now.”

He opens his eyes to find a silver helmet in his hands.

“So, that one dude you like from that space movie? I ordered one of his helmets…”

He admires it, turning it in his hand.

“The bounty hunter “ he muses quietly. "My favorite."

“I was worried about copyright soooo I painted it silver instead. But this way… you can be on camera with me without anyone seeing your face.”

His dark brown eyes look up at you, a wicked smile spreading across his lips. 

“Put it on Din.”

His handsome face is slowly covered by the silver helmet.

“It even modulates your voice a bit…”

Din sits clad in his black sweat pants and black t shirt now with the silver helmet atop his head, making him look even larger and more intimidating. His shoulders sit higher, giving off an aura of power and dominance.

“How’s it feel?” you ask, staring at your bounty hunter disguised boyfriend.

“Good, just fine” his voice comes out different from the speaker. A little more tinny, crinkling with feedback—just like how you first heard him through your computer speakers. You’re ridiculously turned on by it. 

“You look… good," you admire. “Really good baby.”

His posture shifts as he leans back, resembling a king with the helmet on… like it was made for him.

"Then, come show me how good I look, pretty girl."

You saunter over and kneel down in front of him, placing your hands on his knees slowly sliding them up his strong thighs as you look up at the expressionless helmet. Your heart races, imagining his eyes watching you behind the visor.

“Is this what you want?” you ask, fingertips grazing the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

“You know exactly what I want,” Din’s modulated voice responds, sending goosebumps across your skin.

You lean forward, nuzzling your face and placing a kiss against the softness of his inner thigh. Your hands move to the waistband of his pants. “May I?,” you ask, tugging gently. He lifts his hips, helping you slide them down.

His cock springs free. Your hands wrap around the base before you give it a firm stroke as you look up at the helmet.

“I love how you look in this,” you muse, before leaning into give the tip of it a kiss. “My bounty hunter.”

The sound of Din’s breath hitching is distorted through the helmet’s speaker. Slowly, you take him into your mouth, savoring the familiar taste of him on your tongue.

You hum around his cock at his praise, taking him deeper into your mouth. You know exactly how he looks under the helmet now. No longer your black square mystery. You can picture his eyes squeezed shut, his bottom lip captured in his teeth, the middle of his eyebrows creased in pleasure.

“Fuck,” he grunts. The modulator gives his voice an extra edge, an extra growl.

Your tongue swirls around his sensitive head already leaking for you, imparting the bitter, salty taste of him against your lips.

“Look at me,” he softly commands.

Your gaze lifts to meet the dark visor of the helmet, imagining the deep brown eyes behind it.

“That’s my pretty girl,” you can hear the smile in his voice.

Your cheeks hollow as you suck him harder, his hips softly thrusting into your mouth.

“So good,” his voice crackles through the speaker. “Always so good to me.”

You take him deeper, choking on the length of him as you relax your throat. His breathing grows heavier, punctuated by grunts of pleasure and your name.

“Hold on, hold on,” Din says suddenly, gently pulling you off him. “Come here baby.”

He helps you rise to your feet, before pulling you onto his lap, your chest meets his. His strong arms wrap around you.

You straddle his lap, the heft of his hard cock presses against you through the thin fabric of your panties. His hands roam across your body, caressing you with reverence and adoration. The cool metal of his helmet brushes against your cheek as he leans in close to you.

“I want to feel you,” Din’s modulated voice rumbles through you.

You nod, lifting your hips as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down in a swift motion and tossing them aside.

A gasp leaves your lips as you sink down on him. You begin to move on him, rolling your hips in steady waves. Your hands grab his broad shoulders, relishing in the warmth of his body.

His voice comes low and husky through the helmet. “Take what you want pretty girl.”

“You feel so good,” you moan. “So big inside me. Just perfect baby.”

Din’s hips thrust up to meet you, his cock hitting deeper inside you.

“Din,” you moan, resting your forehead against the cool metal of his helmet. The rapid beat of his heart thuds against your hands when you place them on his chest. Pulling back, you look into the helmet, unable to see his face, but knowing the exact intense look of concentration he always has when he’s close.

He slides his hand between your bodies, and finds your clit, swirling it in sweet circles against it. A gasp escapes your lips and you smile at the pleasure coursing through you. Your hips instinctively buck against his hand, craving more of him. The pressure builds as his thick cock and skilled finger make you move more frantic. Your hands move up his neck to grip the base of his helmet.

“I…want to kiss you,” you whimper as you lift the helmet, exposing his handsome face.

The sweat across his dewy skin makes it glow even more golden. His plush lips are slightly parted as he looks at you with his big brown eyes. Leaning in to kiss him, the helmet slips from your hand and lands on the floor with a thud.

God, you’ve missed seeing him. Your fingers tangle into the soft, dark curls of his hair as you lean forward. “I love you,” you breathe out against his chin, kissing your way down to his neck, licking the slight salt of his sweat and tasting him.

Din's thumb increases its pressure on your clit as he thrusts up harder into you. "I love you, so much," he pants, his voice rumbling against you with desire and adoration.

Your core tightens, the familiar tingle that only Din can give you washes over your body. You trail your tongue up to his mouth and kiss him hungrily.

"Din," you gasp, breaking the kiss as your orgasm lights through your body. Shuddering in his arms, clenching around his thick cock. You lean back, letting him fuck into your slickness as your muscles grow loose.

With a guttural groan, he thrusts his hips against you, his movements stuttering as he follows you over the edge. His thick cock pulsing inside of your walls as he cums. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he buries his face in the crook of it.

For a moment, you both stay still, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms and trying to catching your breath. Din's hand runs soothingly up and down your back as you come down from your high.

"You're incredible," he murmurs, voice thick with reverence and awe. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."

"I'm the lucky one," you whisper back, reaching up to cup his jaw. "You've given me everything I never knew I needed.”

“Maybe I should wear the helmet—for your next show?” he asks, his eyebrow tilting up.

“I think you should,” you smile, guiding his face down to yours, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss. “I’ll let the fans know to expect something different.”

—-

As the weeks pass, you notice Din spending more evenings out in the old barn on the edge of the property. He always kisses you sweetly before heading out, promising he won't be long. But the hours stretch on, and on some nights, he’s out there long past bedtime.

Curiosity gnaws at you, but you respect his wishes to let his trips to the barn remain a mystery.

One night, as you’re sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea and splitting corn bread with Grogu, Din returns through the back door with Boba happily trotting behind him.

“Welcome home,” you wink, standing to pour him a cup of tea.

“Mm,” he hums happily.

“Am I ever going to find out what you’re doing out there?”

“You’ll see soon enough, pretty girl,” he assures with a dimple deepening grin.

He steps behind you wrapping his arms around your waist as you pour him a cup. He nuzzles into your neck peppering your skin with soft kisses.

“Be careful,” you order, “the tea is hot.”

“Mm,” he tugs on your shoulder, turning you to face him. “I no longer want the tea.”

He grabs your ass, lifting you up into his hold. Your surprised yelp echoes through the room as you quickly wrap your legs around his waist for support.

“Din! What are you doing?” you giggle breathlessly.

He strides to the kitchen island, carrying you in his arms like a prized bounty and places you atop the cool butcher block.

“I want a taste of you,” he grins roguishly. His large hands skim up your thighs, bunching up the fabric of your dress.

“Oh god,” you roll your eyes. “You’re ridic—”

Your breath hitches as his hand reaches the apex of your thighs.

“No panties, huh? Were you waiting for me, pretty girl?” he asks, his finger tracing lightly along your bare skin, finding you already wet for him.

“Always,” you breathe.

He sinks to his knees before you, spreading your thighs wide and hooking your legs over his broad shoulders. His stubble scratches against your inner thighs as he nuzzles closer to your core. The cool wood and his warm touch sends a shiver through your body.

You gasp at the first touch of his tongue against your sensitive clit. He works his way around it with slow, deliberate licks and kisses, gently sucking and pulsing his tongue.

You moan loudly, tangling your fingers into his dark hair. He hums with appreciation against your skin as you pull the soft waves, urging him on. He laps at your arousal, drinking down the wetness you spill for him.

You press yourself harder against his eager mouth, he devours you, his thick tongue delving in and out of your eager cunt.

“Fuck,” you whimper. “Oh my god.”

Your muscles begin to tense, your thighs begin to quake. Din’s tongue works tirelessly again your cunt.

“Close,” you gasp, your hips rolling against his face.

He groans as his tongue journeys up to your clit before flicking it rapidly against you. Two of his fingers slide into you, the stretch of them and the slow drag in which he pulls them in and out of you transports your orgasm higher. The familiar galaxy of stars Din always brings you twinkle behind your eyelids as you pulse against his fingers and tongue.

You fall apart atop the cool wood, with Din’s hot mouth against you working you through your orgasm, lapping up every drop you give him.

Your fingers comb through his soft hair, massaging his scalp with affection as he places soft kisses along your thighs.

“My tea’s probably cold by now.” he says, rising from between your legs and giving you a kiss. “Guess we should just take this to bed, huh?”

You chuckle breathlessly. “It’ll be a hell of a lot softer on my back than the countertop I can vegetables on.”

A wide smile spreads across his face as he lifts you up into his arms and carries you upstairs.

—-

“Ready for this?” You ask, holding the helmet out to him.

“I am,” he nods.

“I love you.”

He leans in, giving you a kiss before raising the helmet up to his head. “I love you too.”

Din sits on the chair, clad in his new helmet and his black sweatpants, his muscular, golden chest on full display for you, and soon, your viewers.

You hit the link to your show’s room. Your mouth drops at the amount of viewers waiting.

“Holy shit,” you gasp. “We have over 2,000 viewers.”

A rumbling hmph leaves the helmet.

“It’s just you and me,” you remind him.

“Hit connect baby,” he says, sitting up straighter and folding his arms across his chest.

You do as he says and hit connect. Hiding your nervousness and shock behind a sultry smile.

“Hi everyone,” you purr. “I see a lot of new faces here tonight. I guess word got around about my new costar.”

You sway your hips slowly and teasingly, the messages of your viewers illuminating the contours of your body as you let the anticipation build. Din watches intently, his helmeted head tilted slightly.

“Tonight,” you say, before glancing back to Din, “you’re going to watch me fuck my boyfriend.”

The chat explodes, gifts and tips fill the sidebar. Turns out, there is a market for this.

You turn away, stepping closer to Din, each movement slow and sensual as you dance across the room. You can see his breath hitch behind the visor as he takes in every inch of your body and each roll of your hips.

His face is totally concealed by his helmet, and yet you feel his eyes stalking you as you dance for him and your viewers.

Bending over, you plant your hands atop his thick thighs, gripping them and staring into the visor as you give him a wink and mouth “I love you.” His body tenses as he keeps his arms folded across his chest.

You turn your back to him, giving him a full view of your ass barely covered in the silver fabric of the thong he picked out specifically for tonight. You begin to move in rhythm with the music softly playing in the background, gliding your hands along the soft skin of your thighs. You turn slightly to look over your shoulder at him as your hands travel up to your silver bra unclasping it and baring your chest to the camera.

The speaker on the headset amplifies his breathing, reminding you of the first night you talked to him. Deep, steady breaths, sometimes a small grunt, maybe a light whimper.

You dance along to the song, dipping low before popping up with a twist of your hips, your hands charting a path across your skin, pinching and pulling your nipples before dipping down to the shiny straps of your thong. The snap of the fabric against your hip stings when you give it a playful tug then let it go.

"I’m soaked for you,” you moan, running your hand across the wet seam of your thong.

Turning to face him, your lips curl into a teasing smirk at the sight of him. The silver helmet may conceal his face, but his body's response to your dance is evident. His chest rises and falls in sync with his deep breaths, his arms now uncrossed and resting on his thighs as his hands grip tightly.

Slowly, you slink over to him and straddle his lap., reveling in the power you holder over him with your movements. Your hands land on his broad shoulders as you grind against the hardness straining against his black sweatpants.

“You like what you see, baby?” you purr, loud enough for the mic to pick up.

“Always,” his modulated voice rumbles.

You rock your hips, rubbing yourself against his bulge. Soft gasps and moans spill from your lips, your head falling back in pleasure. 

“Do you want me to keep dancing for you?” you ask, swirling your hips.

“Yes,” he hisses.

“No touching,” you kiss the cool metal of his helmet. “Okay?”

The helmet tilts when he nods an affirmative.

Sliding off Din's lap, your fingers run along his chest as you rise. With a sultry smirk, you turn and sway your hips as you walk a few steps away from him. The beat of the music pulses through the room as you begin to dance.

Your hands glide over your body, fingers trailing across your skin as you arch your back and roll your hips.

Slowly, you turn to face him, his helmet is tilted as he watches intently.

When you reach him, you place your hands on his wide shoulders and lean in close. "Eyes on me, bounty hunter,” you whisper, your breath fans across the cool metal of his helmet.

Straddling his lap once more, you begin to grind against him in rhythm with the music. Your hips roll and swivel, creating delicious friction between you. Din's hands clench and unclench at his sides, fighting against the urge to touch you.

“Remember," you purr, "no touching."

A groan crackles through the helmet's speaker. You grin, knowing exactly how much he wants to touch you.

Rolling your body on top of him, your breasts graze against his chest before you lean back, your fingers tracing the curve of your breasts and down your stomach to the waistband of your thong.

Din's breathing grows heavier, the sound crackling through the helmet's speaker.

You rise off of him and turn to face the camera, your fingers hooking into the waistband of your thong, teasing at the thin silver fabric. You lock eyes with the camera as you slowly peel the garment down, revealing your soaked cunt to your viewers.

Facing Din again, you lower yourself to all fours and crawl to him. Your hands gliding up his thighs as you rise, nuzzling your face against the tent of his pants before pressing your body against his. You can feel the heat radiating off him and the tension in his muscles as he fights not to touch you. 

Turning around, you lower yourself onto his lap, your back to his chest. Your ass grinds against his hardness, feeling it strain against his sweatpants.

You’re aching and wet for him, each light whimper from his headset pools even more wetness between your legs.

“Go ahead and touch me baby,” you moan.

Din's hands immediately grasp your hips, pulling you firmly against him. His hands roam your body, one sliding up to cup your breast while the other dips between your thighs. You gasp as his fingers find your clit, circling it slowly.

“Feel how wet I am for you baby?” you moan.

A muffled groan escapes the helmet's speaker, Din’s fingers exploring your slick.

You roll your hips against his hand seeking more of his touch. 

“You want me to fuck him, chat?”

A splurge of thumbs ups and resounding yeses fill your screen.

You rise off Din's lap and turn to face him, hands gliding down his muscular chest to the waistband of his sweatpants. Slowly, teasingly, you tug them down, freeing his hard cock, his tip thick and glistening with precum. There’s something about sharing Din’s gorgeous cock with thousands of your viewers. One of the first glimpses you ever got of him was his golden toned cock, and now, here in the home you share, you’re sharing it with the world. 

"Look how hard you make him, chat," you purr, wrapping your hand around his length and giving it a slow stroke. Din's hips twitch at your touch, a hiss of breath crackling through the helmet's speaker. You smile at him, proud of his bravery and enthusiasm for your job.

You straddle his lap, the tip of his cock nudging against your soaked entrance.

Bracing your hands on his broad shoulders, you take all of him in when you settle on his cock. His hands slide around to grip your ass, as you begin to move on top of him.

The stinging stretch of him inside you feels so familiar, and yet everything is different now. Now, thousands of people are watching you take his cock as he stays concealed behind the shiny, silver mask.

You grin down at Din’s exposed chest under the helmet before leaning down and taking his nipple into your mouth, sucking on it hard. If you can’t kiss his lips, you’ll kiss his body.

Din’s hips jerk forward, his cock hitting deeper against your tightness.

You lick your way up his body and kiss the metal of his helmet. "This isn't fair," you breathe out against it, "you look so fucking hot."

Din growls into the speaker, his voice modulated and deep as his hands slide up your sides possessively.

“Face them, show them how you take my cock.”

You moan loudly, at his words, quickly turning in his hold and sinking back down on him, taking all of his thick cock.

Your back presses against his broad chest, his hands wrapping around to cup your breasts and pinch your nipples.

"Ride me just like that, pretty girl," he rumbles. "Take what you need."

Din’s hands roam over your body, strong and calloused against your soft skin. His fingers find your clit, rubbing and flicking it just the way he knows you love it.

Din growls again, his hips snapping up to meet yours with force. You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you as you reach behind him and grip onto his thick thighs for support as you ride him.

You can see the comments flooding in on your screen, filled with praises.

"I'm close baby, so close," you whimper, arching your back against his broad chest. The cool metal of his helmet presses against your shoulder.

"Cum for me," Din commands. The rumble from his speaker transports you right back to the nights you used to spend together, thousands of miles away from each other. Now, you’re here in the home you both share, taking his cock for your audience.

Everything sends you over the edge. You want to shout Din’s name, but you also wish to respect his anonymity... so you decide on a compromise.

“Mando!” you scream as your orgasm bursts through you. His breathing grows more rapid as your walls clench around his thick cock. Your head thuds against the metal of his helmet, your eyes squeezing tight, your lip capturing between your teeth as you you cum for Din—and your audience.

He lets out a groan that crackles through the speakers as he spills himself deep inside you. You collapse back against him, your bodies slick with sweat and chests heaving.

For a moment, you forget about the camera, the viewers, the chat still going wild as you listen to the cadence of Din’s breathing through the helmet’s speakers.

Slowly, still quivering in the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, you rise up from Din's lap. His softening cock slips out of you as you stand on wobbly legs. Turning to face the camera, you give your viewers a sultry smile.

"Look what he did to me," you purr, reaching down to spread yourself open with two fingers. Din's cum begins to drip out of your well-fucked pussy, glistening on your inner thighs. You trail a finger through the slick mess, bringing it to your lips to taste the mixture of you and Din.

The chat explodes with comments and tips, everyone going wild at the sight before them. You can’t look away from the image of Din on the monitor, sitting back in the chair, his broad chest heaving as he catches his breath. He’s naked, his cock laying heavily between his legs, glistening with a mixture of your collective orgasms.

"Mmm, he always fills me up so good," you moan appreciatively, scooping up more of the creamy fluid leaking out of you. You slip your fingers into your mouth, making a show of licking them clean and savoring the taste of Din's release.

Behind you, Din stands. You watch in the monitor as he stalks forward.

The chat window is full of flames, hearts, and messages. Encouragement for the two of you flowing in by your viewers. You smile at the camera as Din comes up behind you, pulling you close against his body and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Hope you enjoyed everybody! We’ll see you next week.” The silver of Din’s helmet glints in the light when he nods as you shut down the show.

“Holy fuck!” you scream when you see the money from tonight’s show in your account, more than you’ve ever dreamed of earning. You turn around in his hold, lifting the helmet up and giving him a kiss. “Din, the audience loves you.”

—-

The wooden bench with its chipping paint and indentations from years of use overlooking the little pond the ducks gather in is your favorite spot on this earth. Better than the clubhouse in the woods behind your childhood home that you used to call yours as a curious child, better than the sanctuary of a townhome you used to call yours with all of your belongings, better than the bedroom you now share with your boyfriend who you love with all of your heart.

The sun has long gone down, the little lantern hanging on the wooden post swings in the night breeze as the moon sits high and full in the sky. 

A warm jacket is placed around your shoulders. It smells of Din. 

“Hi,” you turn and smile at him.

He gives you a shy smile and joins you on the bench, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. 

You breathe in the familiar smell of him along with the wet dirt and the dew left on the grass. It smells of home. 

He sighs, his fingers against your shoulder tap nervously.

“You alright?” you ask.

He looks at you, deep brown eyes meeting yours and nods with a soft smile.

“I still can’t believe you’re here with me sometimes.” 

“I know, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He hums in agreement. 

“I think we were destined to be together, like it was somehow written in the stars,” he says, his voice deep and introspective as he gazes up at the twinkling stars above. “I used to dream of being in space and looking down on earth, like I never belonged down here. But now, with you, I feel like… I belong.”

You lean your head against his shoulder and look up to the dark sky painted with stars.

“I couldn’t agree more,” you smile, tracing a constellation with your finger. “These can be our stars.”

Din’s hand gently covers yours, his thick fingers lingers on your ring finger.

“I like those,” he says with a nervous breath. “They’re ours now.”

He pulls away, turning to look you in your eyes, a shy smile deepening his dimple. “Would you stay here with me forever as… my wife?”

Your eyes widen in surprise and tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” you breathlessly say.

Your breath hitches in your throat and your heart races as he reaches into his jacket, pulling out a beautiful golden ring with delicate stars etched onto it.

“This is what I’ve been working on in the barn all those nights. I made it myself.”

Tears fall down your face as Din takes your left hand and slides the ring on your finger. It fits perfectly, as if it was meant to be there all along.

You stare at the golden band, captivated by how beautiful it looks on your finger. This is where you are meant to be, with him.

“I love you,” you whisper, your voice full of emotion.

“I love you too,” Din replies. “We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all.”

—-

Fifteen Years Later...

Two quiet giggles awaken you from your sleep.

"It's Christmas! Can we go downstairs?" Bo asks excitedly, bouncing on her feet, her face lit with an excited smile. "I think I heard Santa last night!"

“No you didn’t,” Greef responds, rolling his eyes. “The chimney’s on the other side of the house.”

“Greef, ” Din sternly commands as he rises out of bed. “Be nice.”

“Sorry dad,” Greef apologizes.

You smile sleepily at your children's excitement, stretching as you climb out of bed.

“Come on!” Bo yells as she runs out the door.

"Alright, alright, we're coming," you yawn, quickly pulling on your robe and slippers.

Din wraps his arm around your waist as you make your way downstairs, following the pitter-patter of little feet racing ahead of you.

It was around this time ten years ago that Din sat you down and told you about Greef and Bo, the twin foundlings in need of a family. As a former foundling himself, Din couldn't bear the thought of the twins not having a safe and nurturing home. With tears in your eyes and love in your heart, you both made the decision to become the parents of Greef and Bo. The call to Cobb was made, and what used to be your livestream studio, turned into a nursery.

That first Christmas as a family of four, Din had planted Christmas trees on your farm. Now, one of those trees is sitting proudly in the corner of your living room, covered in twinkling lights and handmade ornaments.

"Look! Santa came!" Bo squeals, pointing at the cookie crumbs.

"Can we open presents now? Please?" Greef asks, barely containing his excitement.

“Hold on, let me get the coffee going,” Din chuckles, heading to the kitchen to turn the coffee maker on.

The kids vibrate with wonderment, taking in all of the brightly wrapped presents underneath the tree.

“Okay, have at them,” Din says, settling onto the couch next to you and pulling you close.

The kids don’t hesitate, diving for the presents. Bo chooses a soft, squishy package while Greef grabs a rectangular box, tearing into the wrapping paper.

"A new stuffed animal!" Bo exclaims, hugging a plush bear to her chest. "I'm gonna name her Chewie."

"Awesome, the new flying game I wanted!" Greef grins, examining the box. “Can we play it later, Dad?”

“We can,” Din nods with a warm smile. "I'm a pretty good pilot if I do say so myself."

You spend the next hour watching the kids open gift after gift, their faces lighting up with each reveal. There are new books, art supplies, clothes, and toys scattered across the floor. Fifteen minutes has turned into fifteen years. A black box of mystery has turned into a house full of love.

—-

A/N: Thank you *SO* much for reading. I loved writing Din and his cam girl, and I hope you love the glimpse of their future life together.

[verdantwyrm]

Do tell about those Mouthwashing headcanons of yours. I'd like to read them.

You have no idea how long i've been waiting for this [rubs my little hands together] this is going to be EXTREMELY LONG and definitely traces of my own little AU which i've dubbed thee... Afterwashing. Its a bit of everyone dies but everyone also lives. sorta. Curly doesn't end up as fucked as he is, Swansea actually manages to hit Jimmy and sliced directly into his shoulder. Swansea actually got the Cryopods working, and just before everything went to shit he was able to convince Anya to take the others into the cryopods. Still ends up dying but his sacrifice will be known forever:

Pre Crash Curly

- 35 Years old, born December 22nd. Full name is Grant Kirk Curly. Australian British.

- Absolutely a gymrat, bit over the top but he has genuinely the best intentions. He's really big on the aftercare of exercising, hydrating, massages, stretches, it's a fine art to him. A ritual, almost.

- Loves cooking but can only make an assortment of five dishes. Spaghetti, Meatloaf, Risotto, Lasagna and he makes a real mean Stir Fry. It's all very simple food, he doesn't need it to be extravagant. Food is a big love language for him, so when he was forced to go on packet diet for space travel, he cried for six hours.

- Even though he's british, he has roots from Australia. You can still kind of hear it sometimes when he uses his Captain Voice. Daisuke and Anya teased him a little about it.

- He was actually promoted against his will. Originally he was an just apart of the maintenance crew on a larger ship called Sleipnir, it was the second largest delivery freighter right behind Arion which had a crew of three hundred and eighty five people. It was an absolute marvel of machinery, built to deliver other machinery and high tech equipment. When that ship was retired, he was forced into a promotion of Captain, since no one wanted to take the Tulpar and he happened to be around at the time and couldn't bring himself to say no.

- He doesn't have a very distinct taste in music. He will just listen to whatever sounds good. When Anya and Swansea found out they immediately forced him to listen to "real" music and then soon they all made a collaborative playlist which now haunts the Tulpar.

- Curly grew up with a very large family, a middle child of sisters and brothers, he often found himself being told he was lucky to come from such a big, warm family. But the truth is, he found himself ignored alot. His older siblings were well out of school and his younger siblings were too little to stand on their own, so he rarely got any attention and he eventually moved out of home at seventeen to move in with Jimmy, who he became friends with because of their shared loneliness.

- Curly actually had a mullet once, but Swansea forced him to cut it. He said it made him look like a "Hippie" and he couldn't stop laughing. Anya says she liked it, and he regrets cutting it because of that.

- He has met Anya previously on a past delivery years ago, they used to sneak away together to smoke or to complain a little about work. Anya was an intern nurse under the head doctor, Maddie, who was very uptight and constantly cranky. When they met on the Tulpar again, that flame was reignited and it soon developed into a hallway crush that never left the hallway.

- Curly actually knew Swansea for the longest, he was one of the other head mechanics on Slepnir, and they got along really well. Curly is glad to have a familiar face on the ship (Besides Jimmy and Anya) that actually greatly impacted his life and helped him steer towards the topic of his career and his future. He never got to do what he wanted thanks to the sudden promotion, but he's grateful for his teachings nonetheless. Curly wanted to repair and build aircraft for a living, back on earth. He still dreams about it, sometimes.

- Loves Snowboarding, hates Skiing. He also really likes surfing but the hot weather doesn't agree with him.

- To me, he's bisexual but genuinely has no clue. If the circumstances are right he'll sleep with a guy and try really hard to not think too hard about it. It's embarrassing to him especially since he hasn't had much experience sexually or romantically, but he won't say no to a cute guy.

- His relationship with Jimmy has been up and down. When they were teens, Jimmy was just angry and lashed out at people. He had alot of paranoia and used it to fuel his own rage, but he always went on about how guilty he felt and how he hated being angry and how it used to tear him up inside about being exactly like his father. Their relationship was very briefly romantic and then sexual, but that ended quickly after Curly got accepted into pilot academy and started seeing Jimmy less and less. Jimmy resents him for this, Curly isn't even aware of it.

Post Crash Curly

- 39 Years old

- He was rescued from the crypod by a passing ship called Embarr, a small crew of fourty people. It was a medical emergency ship sent out to actually retrieve the dead bodies of another ship, and they happened upon ths Tulpar on a detour due to significant asteroid interference. Jimmy, Anya and Daisuke all miraculously survived, Swansea's body was never found.

- Managed to come out of it pretty unscathed with only the left side of his body being the most damage. He still needed amputations, but only on one arm.

- He was in a coma for three months as his body was slowly defrosted and pumped with all the necessary fluids. An autopsy was performed on him originally thinking he was dead. He was not. And they thankfully realized the mistake before it became life threatening and took them all back to earth to receive the best medical care possible.

- Vegetarian. After being forced to eat his own flesh, he can't stomach meat now. It's too upsetting.

- Still enjoys working out, even if its extremely limited. The moment he was allowed to do any physiotherapy or even walking again, he would push himself constantly, even if it hurt. He had subconsciously made exercise as a way to distract himself from the depression and psychological issues he had, so that being no longer an option really worn him down.

- Curly took up a permanent residence in the hospital after waking up. The doctors have urged him to go and live his life, but he struggles to understand why he would even want to. Developed a serious bout of agoraphobia that prevents him from leaving.

- As soon as he was able, he immediately told Anya and Daisuke the truth, about who crashed the ship and what had happened. Anya is still struggling to accept and understand the truth, but she's coming around slowly.

- He has denied skin grafting and facial reconstruction surgery multiple times now, mainly because he's worried about whats going to happen if he doesn't look like himself anymore or even like what he sees in the mirror. That he won't be able to recognise who he is anymore. He's slowly warming up to it, but very slowly.

- Has a guide dog named Laika, it helps him see and also helps him go outside and overcome his agoraphobia.

- He's learning how to cook again, after the crash. alot of his tastebuds were destroyed from mouthwash and starvation, so he's had to teach his body how food tastes again. He's developed a new love for custard.

- Still thinks about Anya, hopes to rekindle something with her in the future when she's ready.

Pre Crash Anya

- 34 Years old, born April 4th. Full name is Anya Musume, Czech Romanian.

- Her favourite movie is Bambi, she cries everytime it's on. Curly laughs at that but he bursts into tears while watching Brother Bear.

- She likes to knit, kind of sucks at it but she needs something therapeutic.

- She goes through alot of different hobbies and finds it difficult to stay in one place. She also has an infinite knowledge of completely useless facts she likes to bring up randomly, loves learning new things and is very hard to pry away from a good book.

- Also a gymrat, definitely not as much as Curly is but she enjoys jogging alot. Sometimes when she's getting mad cabin (ship?) fever, she will do some laps around the lounge room or hallway outside of utility. She likes to keep active and its become a way for her to think or concentrate, suffers the most from sitting still for too long. She sometimes does stretches with Curly, and he helps her find new ways to exercise or keep active in such a small place.

- Her favourite food of all time is cheeseburgers. Its her number one guilty pleasure and absolutely orders those ridiculously huge ones with seven different layers of fillings. She has a huge appetite and it lowkey scares people simply because of how much she eats in one sitting. She also enjoys a really good french onion soup from time to time, but the onions make her cry uncontrollably.

- Actually wanted to be a paediatrician once. After being denied a consecutive six times, she decided to just do whatever she would qualify to. Became a little depressed with it all, but still applied a two more times just in case. Shortly after being denied an eighth time, Pony Express approached her and it all went from there.

- Bisexual and knows it, probably has something funky going on with all that gender stuff too but she doesn't care too much. Has absolutely slept with girls before, liked it alot. Her first time was with a butch lesbian on the back of her car. She is very confident sexually and physically, she just enjoys wearing sweaters and jackets.

- Doesn't have a very big family. Her parents are divorced and she was forced to raise herself and her little sister. When her little sister turned 18, she got married immediately and left home to be a housewife. This put Anya in a bit of a spin and made her dive into some questionable relationships with some very lazy people.

- She also had a huge crush on Curly, but she would just bury herself in work to avoid thinking about it. She tried to somehow mix the two and get him to open up and try to get him to relax around her, but it never worked. He was always weirdly tense and rigid, despite being happy and smiling, there was something very deep beneath the surface.

Post Crash Anya

- 38 Years old

- Sort of gave up on her dream to be a nurse. She would absolutely love to, but her mental health has declined too drastically to study or even apply again and she has no money to even continue studying. Right now she's working as a librarian, she enjoys the quiet.

- Being put inside the cryopod basically froze her unborn baby, you're not supposed to operate the pods if you're pregnant and because of that she miscarried. She has alot of very mixed thoughts about it all, but is glad nonetheless. Would love to have children of her own someday.

- Still yearns for Curly, doesn't know how to move on, she's not even sure if she wants to move on.

- Her suicidal tendencies are still very present, and she can no longer be trusted around medication. She has to go to the hospital to take it and says hello to Curly everytime she does.

- Sometimes has sleepovers with Daisuke or Curly just to have someone nearby. She misses the constant, constant noise of the ship, and she knows they do as well. Its hard adjusting to silence.

- Wears her glasses more often now, never realized how badly she needed them until now.

- Has alot of self harm tendencies, scratches and peels at her skin as a nervous tic.

- Has a pet cat named Rosa, its a therapy animal to help her relax and calm down, she has really bad OCD and constantly triple checks everything is locked, turned off or on. She gets really ahead of herself and it can be exhausting.

- Still watches movies, brings over brother bear and has a real good cry with Curly sometimes. She's developed a passion for romance movies, it fills a little part of her soul each time. Her favourite is The Notebook. Definitely into some real cheesy stuff but it makes her happy.

Pre Crash Jimmy

- 37 Years old, born January 18th. Full name is James "Jimmy" Zare. American Australian.

- He's a chronic self harmer, littered in burns, cuts, bruises and scars. If smoking or alcohol doesn't take the edge off, he has a tendency to mutilate himself or he drifts endlessly. Before joining PE, he used to dissociate alot and it would never end well. After joining PE he got put on some serious stabilisers and anti-psychotics it switched his hazy, passively suicidal behaviour for a very angry and bitter one. Curly isn't sure if it was for the best.

- He didn't come from the greatest family. His parents were devout Christians. He had two younger sisters, and his mother was pregnant with another. After miscarrying, his parents got divorced because his father believed it was a sign of infidelity or shame, and his mother basically turned into a husk. Unable to speak, unable to take care of herself, completely and utterly empty. So with the added stress of his father dissapearing and then also having to raise himself and his sisters, he's developed a very nasty opinion of women and believes them to be weak and a nuisance. Jimmy was always extremely jealous of Curly's family, and never believed him wheb he said it was also really hard growing up.

- He wanted to be an engineer growing up. He actually bonded with Curly over their shared interests in machinery, and soon it branched from there. They met in highschool but got separated when Curly moved. Years later in a drunken stupor, he found himself miraculously at the doorstep of Curly's new life, and ever since then he's never been able to get rid of Curly.

- Jimmy's favourite animal is Hyena

- Has multiple tattoos that are equally trashy as they are shitty, he almost convinced Curly to get a matching one. Plenty of piercings have been ripped out of his body.

- Jimmy only got into weightlifting because Curly said he would pay for his membership. Jimmy isn't as strong as Curly is, its more the adrenaline that kicks in that keeps him ontop.

- Cut his hair to mimic Curly's but it lacks any real volume so it doesn't look like it.

- Closeted homosexual, open homophobe to himself. Alot of his feelings towards Curly are sexual in a way, but because of his upbringing and relationship examples he thinks this is normal and indulges in them quite often. Would never admit it.

Post Crash Jimmy

- 41 Years old

- Got sentenced to life in prison shortly after Curly regained his ability to speak coherently. Even though alot of the details for the legal case were skewered, Anya and Daisuke both showed up with their own cases to prove Curly's argument and they won.

- Before heading to jail, Jimmy actually got arrested three different times for breaking and entering. He was found trying to steal from his old place, which had new tenants and didn't even have his stuff anymore.

- When he killed himself, he managed to just barely miss all of his very important brain functions. He needs a cane to walk but refuses to use one so he limps a bit. He also has seizures and his schizophrenia has gotten significantly worse. He has a large scar on the side of his face now.

- No longer cuts his hair. It's grown past his shoulders now.

- Curly was able to finally sever ties and no longer speaks to Jimmy. He actually has an automated monthly card come in for Jimmy specifically because he knows it pisses him off. Jimmy's youngest sister visits sometimes.

- Goes by just "James" now.

- Sobered up against his will, got put on new medication that no longer makes him as angry, he's just bitter and cold.

- The blow from Swansea into his shoulder was brutal and it almost completely destroyed his arm, he's been learning how to use it again but struggles to commit.

Pre Crash Daisuke

- 25 Years old, born June 5th. Full name is Junpei Daisuke, Filipino Japanese.

- A bit of a perv but an extremely respectable way. He won't harass girls or make them uncomfortable but if you give him verbal consent that he's allowed to stare he isn't gonna hold back.

- Massive mama's boy. Never wants to admit it because he thinks others will tease him for it.

- He actually really dislikes chocolate, and prefers his sugary treats to be that of candy or gummies. Chocolate makes him sick too quickly. He has a bit of a sensitive stomach to coco.

- Has a belly button piercing, he says he was dared to do it but thats not true. He also has a tattoo that he cannot show anyone. (Its a trampstamp)

- Actually had a huge massive crush on Curly when he first met him. It was really embarrassing, but it mostly comes from jealousy. Curly is so much bigger abd stronger and Daisuke hopes to be like that one day. Extremely sexy and handsome.

- His favourite board game is monopoly because Anya always wins that one. He likes seeing her happy.

- Wanted to be an artist but after hearing about his parents financial troubles he gave up and decided to settle for a blue collar job thar had decent pay. Even though it was his idea, she had to push him to take the job.

- Got expelled from college, half way through he got really depressed and burnt out and kept on skipping classes and not putting any effort in. He also got fired from hos part time job and was forced to move back in with his parents.

- He's an only child and his parents absolutely love each other but there some strain and Daisuke can see it clearly, and it seriously depresses him but he tries to not let it get to his head.

- Pansexual, absolutely is trans in some way but he has a job so he dgaf rn.

- When he first arrived on the Tulpar, he noticed just how utterly depressing it was. So he decided to be the exact opposite of that, putting on a brave smile and attitude to ease himself into the crew. He gets along with Anya and Curly the most.

- Has two cats back at home. Pepper and Donatello, named after his favourite TMNT character.

- He's also a bit of a gym freak but he has no idea what he's doing, very new to real equipment found in gyms as he would always just use whatever was closest or available to him. Curly is teaching him proper techniques.

- Major insomniac but doesn't tell anybody this. Anya has to (metaphorically) choke it out of him so she can help, and he's been slowly adjusting to the medication.

- Has a bunch of really bad habits, drinking especially.

Post Crash Daisuke

- 29 Years old

- He's not allowed to leave the house anymore without running it by his mom. Ever since he returned from the Tulpar she's been dreading the worst happening again, keeps him on a really tight leash out of fear.

- Donatello passed away while he was in space, so in his grieving he got another cat and named it Biggie.

- His parents got divorced finally, the news of what happened had drove his father to the edge and it became too stressful. Daisuke doesn't resent him, and they keep in contact.

- Finally decided to let himself pursue art, Anya is his biggest supporter and she buys all of his paintings. He loves drawing animals the most, finds their complexities to be beautiful.

- let his haie grow out longer, often puts it in a ponytail now.

- He doesn't know what Swansea's sacrifice was, he only knows that somehow he ended up in the Cryopod and that his body was nowhere to be found. and nobody else knows what happened. He misses him a ton, so he paints swans alot. Sometimes Swansea's wife, Meredith, buys them, she comes around to talk to Daisuke and make sure he's doing well.

- He has a part time job now as a dog walker. He walks Swansea's dog almost every day now.

- Also a vegetarian, he's actually why Curly decided to become one. They still work out together but now its mostly him teaching Curly new things.

- Still really depressed and aimless, but he's been put on real medication to help him cope and he's doing much better.

Pre Crash Swansea

- 56 Years old, Born August 10th. Full name is Swansea Manning Heartford, Welsh.

- He actually doesn't like sweets all that much, but its much better than his other options. Coffee makes him sick as well, so sugar is his only vice.

- Has four kids, they're well into their adult years now. Swansea used to be able to call them when they were closer to earth, but that eventually stopped. He also has a brother, but they haven't talked in decades.

- A similar situation as Curly, Swansea got promoted to head engineer of the Tulpar because no one else would take it and he just so happened to be around. He was actually planning on retiring early.

- His wife used to always exclaim how jealous she was of him, to see the stars and everything beyond sounds like a dream. He didn't have the heart to tell her it sucks.

- Daisuke reminded him of not only his kids, but himself in a way. Back when he was younger and didn't have much of a care.

- Cannot punish his kids for the life of him, he's always been too soft and could never bring himself to actually be hard on them. He would get angry again them but then immediately do something to make it up to them because he felt guilty. He started to do this subconsciously with Daisuke and didn't notice until Curly pointed it out.

- Also a really big foodie, sort of cried a little with Curly when they were told about the strict food packet diet. Promises when this shipment is over he'll make the biggest gumbo ever and invite everyone around for it.

- Needs glasses but refuses to wear them.

- Gets along pretty well with Anya, they're not best friends but she's definitely more tolerable than Daisuke is. Neither of them talk that much so they both understand how good silence is, sometimes he'll let her complain and rant about absolutely nothing (Although it usually about Jimmy) because he understands how frustrating it can be. He doesn't provide her with anything or gives pep talks, he just lets her complain in circles.

- Girl dad, he has only daughters so to finally have a son in a way has been a new experience. He struggles to admit it but he is proud of Daisuke, he's just never been very open about his feelings or emotions, especially in his older age

- On the brink of a midlife crisis. Wanted to go mountain climbing.

- Probably gay, bisexual? he doesn't know. Doesn't care. College was weird.

- When it finally came down to it, Swansea was able to just barely convince Anya to go into the cryopods. After finding out what Jimmy had done he decided to put his foot down, his gut was telling him something bad was about to happen, and being able to barge the door to medical down his fears were proven. Right before she was about to OD, he convinced her to take Curly and Daisuke to utility and that it would all be taken care of.

- He was able to really hurt Jimmy, but unfortunately his old age and slight inebriation caught up and he failed to overpower him. Being shot in the eye and then the head, Jimmy thought he was dead. But after being rescued, Swansea's body was never found. Theres multiple theories by others of what happened, but nobody knows the truth.

[ryuzakemo128]

Nothing but a dream

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Italian! Serial Killer! Housewife! Female Reader

Content Warning: Violence against women, men, homophobia (story relevant),. murder, serial killing, serial killer female reader, biphobioa (against female reader, not from simon.) Possibly other things I might have missed.

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Words: 4888

Divider Credit: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Summary: But it wasn’t your sexuality he found out about it was that you are a serial killer who had killed at least twelve people in the past four years alone.

You weren’t stupid. Not by a long shot. Studying to be a nurse before you decided to dive into Forensic Pathology. The thing about death is that it never leaves. It never makes sense, and it never tells you how to deal with it when prejudice is the cause of death. Your older brother, Giovanni, found out the hard way, murdered in the alleyway twenty minutes past midnight just for being homosexual. 

Stabbed 47 times by a man twice his age, who lured him out to a secluded location with the premise of sex. You were a nurse at the time, recently finishing your nursing bachelor’s. You felt like your world fell from underneath you. 

Eventually, you had found the man responsible for his death. After months of tracking him, stalking his habitual places and digging into his personal life. You bought a home in the countryside, hoping it would be further enough away from civilisation and to keep the police from looking into the matter further. A calculated choice in your part. 

Studying into the criminal mind, figuring out what made them tick and how to undo themselves, rendering their flesh into confessions. Dissolving their corpses into a bathtub, a melting pot of acidic chemicals to erase the fact they had ever existed in the first place. 

Your basement, built to contain the mess into one small area, had become a morgue of death, depravity, a silent way for you to make those who hurt others meet their maker. 

The basement is made from concrete and limestone, the room is covered in crimson tiles to disguise the blood stains. The metal bathtub against the far wall to dispose of the bodies after you were done with them. Compost bins in case there were too many bodies to dissolve. Using them into your garden to prevent people from getting the idea you had something to hide.

Your basement had four extractor fans on the ceiling and two in the walls to quickly remove odours, chemical smells, the smell of slowly decomposing body parts inside the compost bins against the wall beside the metal bathtub.

The same place you clean, wash and remove hard stains from your children’s clothes, your clothes and your husband’s clothes.

Industrial cabinets to store the acidic chemicals you used to dispose of the dead bodies in your metal bathtub. Which are also used to store your equipment inside too. Locking them to prevent your children from getting into them and finding them.

On the outside it looked like a normal basement with clothes soaking in the bathtub to get them cleaned properly before you repaired them. The smell of bleach and fabric softener filled the room, but underneath that faint scent was the lingering odor of something much darker. The extractor fans hummed quietly in the background, working tirelessly to maintain the illusion of a typical household space.

You didn’t think he would have noticed by now. Though you kind of hoped you would be able to keep it a secret longer but alas that wasn’t the case with you and your secret basement anymore. You were prepared to be served with divorce papers and the ‘I don’t want you around the kids’ afterwards like you’ve seen with your older brother with his ex-wife after he came out as a homosexual.

Though in your case it is far different, you weren’t straight either but you certainly weren’t gay either. You’re bisexual and that wasn’t really well received by most of your previous partners in the past. So, you stopped telling people your sexuality because you got drained of the same song and dance.

But it wasn’t your sexuality he found out about it was that you are a serial killer who had killed at least twelve people in the past four years alone. You played the role of a housewife to Simon so well he almost didn’t catch it.

Almost.

Whenever he was deployed you would take down your targets. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him right? Tough he did see the mark where the previous victim of yours tried to strangle you to escape. But that didn’t prove anything related to the missing person report he heard over the news, right?

The neighbourhood you two lived in became peaceful, eerily so, people felt safe to walk around at night without having to look over their shoulder. But he wrote down the small changes occurring. Small enough to notice if someone paid close enough attention to the area. But not large enough to be worth causing a fuss over.

At least you weren’t like most of the cheating military wives you often bumped into. With their affair partners in tow. “If you can’t handle being married to a military man than you shouldn’t have done so and I don’t think you are qualified to give me advice on my own marriage when you are so content with ruining your own.” You snapped at one of them with a low growl. You didn’t speak to her again after that conversation.

At least you weren’t cheating on him, right? You were killing people. But you weren’t cheating on him. You were a killer not a emotional soul sucking demon posing as a housewife with several affair partners to suck off while your husband was deployed. You weren’t like the mothers and military wives who serially cheated on their husbands instead of communicating about what they wanted in the bedroom, right?

One thing they hated you for is that you always told their husbands that they were cheating on them. You would rather have no friends in the entire world than to accept that as something morally just or morally correct. If anyone excused them for it you would cut contact with them too.

Simon walked in when one of his exes came over making you absolutely uncomfortable. Saying your curves would be better as a sex worker rather than a housewife. Odd conversation to walk in on. But your discomfort remained palpable. Trying to be a gracious hostess while also contenting with the behaviour of someone who wouldn’t leave you alone.

The thought of being filled up with hot sticky semen forcing his ex-wife to listen to your moans and his grunts to drive home the fact he wasn’t going back to her again. It was becoming far more tempting the more you thought about it. You weren’t ashamed to admit that is what you wanted if he ever asked you in private either.

It would most certainly put his ex into her place, right? Right. It all hinges on whether Simon is willing to go along with it though.

Simon took off his shoes by the door, placing them neatly beside yours. The scent of freshly cut grass and gunpowder followed him into the living room. He glanced at his ex, raising an eyebrow, “What's she doing here?” he asked, his tone cold enough to make you shiver.

Simon knew you were far too polite for your own good sometimes. When you told him she had car troubles, and you paid for it to be towed to a car mechanic? Simon frowned thinking his ex-wife must have caused it on purpose or must have wanted to saw something to him in person. You were never comfortable with having her there. He couldn’t blame you. A stranger in your home? Preposterous. It won’t happen. Ever.

Another good reason why Simon always told his teammates in the task force 141 to call ahead of time. Preferably a three to four hours before they were going to be there in person. You never liked to be caught off guard at the last minute and you found it rude when guests never called before coming over unannounced.

He still remembers when John Price was scolded for it for thirty minutes for doing so. It wasn’t the type of scolding a child would get. No. No. No. It was the kind you would give an adult who should know better than to cross a boundary set by another adult.

John Price had to give her a handwritten apology to say he wouldn’t do it again. It was a first for Simon. His captain hadn’t been scolded like that in his life, not by his own mother or his own wife either. The look on his face when you were serious about his handwritten apology? Priceless. He knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it from Price the next time he’s deployed. But he also knew you had a good reason for it, even if he didn’t know the extent of your secret.

“Price, at least you can say you met my wife.” Simon snickered when he took his mates down to the pub nearby.

“Oh, I’ve met her before.” Price replied, his voice filled with a hint of embarrassment. “I just didn’t know she was like that. She’s so sweet and polite usually. Who knew she had a spine of steel?”

However, this wasn’t like Price’s visit, it wasn’t a misunderstanding and a handwritten apology. It felt far more deliberate on her part. Like she wanted to weasel into your life without having to say a word. It felt wrong. It wouldn’t be you. It would be someone posing like you and pretending like you hadn’t stepped into his life after his divorce.

You told him the children were in after school care, and they won’t be picked up until five. Another way you safeguarded them from external drama happening at home. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at that, knowing that he had at least a couple of hours before he had to deal with the awkwardness of her presence around them.

It was when you were starting to make dinner, the excuses came piling in and the look you gave Simon every few minutes. Saying, ‘Is she serious?’ and ‘I can’t believe you married that woman.’ His ex was pushing all of your buttons, and it was clear she wasn’t leaving anytime soon. She was trying to start something and you weren’t going to let her ruin your evening.

You muttered something in Italian about your frustration knowing for a fact his ex-wife won’t understand it, “I think you should leave, it's getting late and I don't think your new husband would take kindly to having you in someone else's home.” you remarked your Italian mannerisms starting to show your slight frustration.

Her eyes narrowed at you, and she took a sip of her wine, “Oh, I forgot you speak Italian. Did you learn that to impress Simon? Did you learn how to cook for him too?”

“I beg your pardon. Signora Shelby, what are you implying?” you remarked raising an eyebrow any possible implication she might have had.

Her smug expression didn't falter, “I'm just saying, it's suspicious how conveniently you know everything he likes after he's been married to me for so long.”

“Communication is a wonderful thing, I suggest you try it before you knock it dear. Perhaps you can always try that with your new husband Signor Shelby. I am sure you will have a much less bitter conversation when you learn how to communicate better.” you replied with a polite smile. “Perhaps he might listen to you more if you learned to listen to him better.”

You handed her a book on etiquette and manners, “Maybe this might jog your memory and help you with being polite. “Maybe this will help you in the future, I'm sure you'll find it quite enlightening.” The smug pride finally flowering inside your chest cavity. It wasn’t like you had given her a book on how to be a better housewife. It wasn’t like you made a comment on her looks.

You had dived straight for her faults, her attitude and her lack of respect. You didn’t make a comment on her fertility issues because your own mother had those, and it would be a low blow even you wouldn’t stoop down to.

Simon couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of his ex-wife’s face turning beet red. He knew you had clawed your way through a dozen of men in the past, both physically and mentally. He was quite surprised she didn’t catch onto your subtle hints and decide to leave sooner. Though, it was quite entertaining watching the two of you spar verbally. It was like watching a cat and a mouse, except the cat had teeth and wasn’t afraid to use them.

Not only that, but you also have a bachelor’s degree in nursing, a master’s degree in trauma surgery and a doctorate in Forensic Pathology. You were smarter than  people loved to assume you were. Something Simon picked up on while he started dating you. You're still a mortuary director for the funeral home in town.

“You know what's suspicious?” Simon's voice cut through the tension, his eyes flashing with a hint of irritation. “It's suspicious that you're here, unannounced, and you're causing trouble. What's your game, Mel?”

You sighed relieved, you said you were getting the children from school and you were going to get dessert on the way home. Fully trusting Simon knew what he was doing with his ex-wife.

Mel looked at Simon with a smug smile, “I just wanted to talk to you, Simon. It's been a while. And you know I never could resist a good surprise.”

“Well, you've had your surprise,” he said firmly, “And now it's time for you to leave.”

Mel, short for Melissa, didn’t take kindly to that, “You changed Simon, you used to like these surprises.”

“I liked your ‘surprises’ when they weren’t you being a thorn in my side,” Simon replied with a stern look. He knew his ex-wife well enough to know that she had an agenda and it wasn’t just to catch up.

Melissa replied, “So you would rather stay with your monster of a wife who kills people at night rather than stay with me?” She batted her eyelashes, which she conveniently had done longer to make herself appear more innocent than she truly was.

It didn’t matter that you weren’t there to defend yourself. It didn’t matter how foul your own deeds were in comparison to his own? They were rather tame, war criminals were in a different lane than serial killers, didn’t she know that? Did she have to bring your own personal issues to the forefront like that?

Simon had his own issues you weren’t blind, just like you had issues he wasn’t blind to either. But in the most twisted way possible. They complimented each other in ways most people wouldn’t possibly comprehend it.

On the way home, your children were oddly silent, “What happened? Did you have fun?” You asked, trying to ease their discomfort.

“Yeah, we had a blast at the park,” your youngest said, her eyes looking down at her lap.

You frowned, “What’s wrong, piccolo fiore?”

Your oldest spoke up, “It’s nothing, Mamma. Just a misunderstanding with a friend at school, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“When you want to, you’re more than welcome to speak about it alright?” you remarked hoping your oldest, Emilia would come to you when she wants to talk about what happened at school that day. Friend problems is something you were familiar with and you had a few of them growing up.

Your twin girls, Giovanna and Emilia, along with your youngest, Lucia, ran to their bedroom to watch their cartoons and do their homework. You had a careful discussion about your night work, Simon decided you had to do it while he was there and he wouldn’t want you doing any of it while it was just you alone in the house.

“Are you sure it would be better that way?” you asked him, as he sipped his earl grey tea in the basement as you finished the laundry.

Simon nodded, his eyes never leaving the TV where the news played quietly in the background, “Yes, I’d rather you didn’t have to deal with any of that...stuff on your own.” His voice was low and gruff, hinting at the weight of his past. You knew he was referring to the times when his military service took him away, leaving you to handle everything alone.

“If it makes you feel better, then I’ll make sure you’re home.” You reassured as you hung up the wet clothes up on the indoor clothesline above the metal tub.

Simon nodded, “It’s not that, I just don’t like the idea of you being down here all alone doing...that.” He gestured to the crimson tiles and the tub.

You listened to his concerns silently, you weren’t the type to talk over someone when they felt like they needed to say something. Simon noticed you were paying attention to him silently as you moved around. It felt like his own accepting silence is displayed to him this time, which is a rarity in his line of work. Yet, here you are, doing just that and you weren’t even in the military.

Simon saw the qualifications you have hanging on the basement wall. He knew you were smart, but he didn’t know just how smart you are. He had no idea you had that much education under your belt.

“What’s with all these degrees?” He asked, looking surprised.

“I got into wanting to help people even before all of this. I was going to be a nurse but I changed my mind after finally getting my bachelor’s. I got into trauma surgery and after getting a master’s in that, I changed my mind again. And finally settled on Forensics Pathologist.” You explained.

He looked at you with a mix of awe and admiration, “You’re a doctor?” He questioned, his voice low, as if he was afraid to disturb the air between you two.

“Yeah. Technically I am.” You answered.

“But you never said anything,” Simon was genuinely surprised, taking a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to touch your shoulder gently.

“You didn’t ask. So, I just didn’t bring it up?”

Simon nodded slowly, “I guess I didn’t think you’d be interested in something like that.”

“I also do body horror art in my spare time.” You told him, making him chuckle as he gazed at your art pieces close to it.

The art prints you had yet to hang up were by Vincent Van Gogh, Francisco Goya, H.R. Giger, Hans Memling, Hieronymus Bosch, and many other artists you keep going back to. Regardless of how much time has passed on.

The Halloween costumes you made your children never failed to make them happy. Last year they were princesses, the year before that they were pirates. This year? They wanted to be spooky ghosts. The sheet over the body kind of ghosts, but with a twist. They had to be Italian ghosts.

“Italian ghosts huh? What does an Italian ghost entail?” you asked.

“They get to wear fancy clothes and eat pasta all day.” Emilia exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

You laughed, “I suppose my grandfather would be eating pasta all day.” You remarked talking about their great grandfather.

Simon nodded, “I guess so. Though he’d probably be enjoying a nice Chianti with it, too.”

“And a tiramisu for dessert. He always did have a sweet tooth.” You added with a smile, remembering your Nonno’s love for the dessert. The conversation shifted to lighter topics as Simon helped you fold the clothes. You appreciated his company down here, even though you had grown quite accustomed to the solitude of your basement. It was a stark contrast to the darkness you usually brought down here, but his presence made it feel almost...normal.

The shirt folder folding board flip fold helped you fold shirts faster than you had before you got it from Amazon. Simon watched as you used it to fold the shirts up. You knew your girls would have to start learning how to do their own laundry when they grew older. But you weren't going to rush into that any time soon.

“I didn’t know you liked art so much.” Simon commented, his eyes scanning over the unframed art prints you had neatly stacked against the wall.

“My grandmother liked the painting of Kronos eating his child so much she had one in the sunroom, one in the living room and one in her bedroom.” You told him.

Simon’s eyes widened, “Your grandmother had a morbid sense of humour?”

“Something like that, she had a taste for the darker things and she wasn’t afraid of expressing it either. But she loved, loved cooking, she didn’t care if you wanted things a certain way, if you wanted a dish to your specifics, she will give it to you how you wanted it. My mother often complained, ‘She can’t have mac & cheese for dinner all the time’. But my grandmother knew how to win over her grandkids, especially when we were feeling sick. Her lasagna was heaven sent. She’s the one who taught me how to make it.” You spoke fondly of your grandmother as you folded the last of the laundry.

Simon nodded, “My mother was a bit of a neat freak. Everything had to be just so or she’d have a fit. It’s probably why I’m so... particular about my living space.” He chuckled, looking around the pristine basement.

“Did she tear out your clothes and tell you do it again?” you remarked remembering your mother doing that to your closet.

“More like she’d scrub the floors until they shone brighter than my medals and the kitchen looked like it was from a magazine. But she had a good heart, she just liked things clean.” Simon said with a small smile, “I guess that's why I noticed when something was off down here.”

“Odd considering the four extractor fans.” you stated. You told him your secret months after the fourth date, but you didn't think he took it nearly as serious as he should have. You figured it was the military in him, always so stoic and unfazed by everything.

Simon's gaze sharpened, “Is that what you do down here, when I'm not around?”

“Not lately, I haven't had the cause or reason to do it.” you assured him.

Simon's shoulders visibly relaxed at your words. He knew you had a vendetta but seeing your children grow up without their biological father due to his ex-wives spite was something that had been weighing on him.

“But I know you’ve done it before,” he said, his voice even, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I told you remember?”

Simon nodded slowly, “I do, but I need to know for sure.”

“I have done it before.” you reminded him. “I am capable of doing it. I can and I will do it again if someone threatens me or our kids.”

The basement felt hot and stuffy suddenly, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Simon looked at you, his expression unreadable. He had known about your past, but hearing you confirm it so bluntly was still a shock.

“But why?” he finally asked, his voice low and steady. “Why go to such lengths?”

“My reason is still the same. I don't think people should get away with heinous things just because they got rich blood.” you reminded him. “But I haven't done it again or seen something heinous enough to do it again.”

Simon nodded, “And what happens when you do?”

“You will be the first to know.” you promised.

Simon took a deep breath, his hand still on your shoulder, “I want to help you, you know. I don't want you to have to go through this alone.”

You promised to involve him from now on, you promised to make sure he was there in person before you decided to anything on your own and you made sure no matter what happened you would be honest with him.

Any normal person would have scoffed at Simon and tell him to leave you. Turn you in to the police. But Simon isn’t normal. He wasn’t raised in a normal environment either and he wasn’t a typical husband like you would see in the movies either. Suited you just fine. It was better for the both of you this way.

Simon finally saw the three chinchillas and the four bunnies you kept as pets. You didn’t know how he would react to them. But you weren’t prepared for the way his eyes lit up. He had a soft spot for animals. Something that was surprising considering his career choice.

“I told you they were fine.” You smirked, “I brought them in just before the storm rolled in.”

Simon chuckled, kneeling down to stroke the nearest rabbit’s ears. It twitched its nose at him and leaned into the gentle touch. “They’re adorable, I can see why you picked them up. What are their names?”

“The white one is Marshmallow, the black one is Moth, the light brown one is Princess, and the dark brown one is Panini.” You rattled off the names of the rabbits as Simon's eyes lit up with curiosity.

“The three chinchillas are Peppermint, Bee and Mouse.” you remarked.

Simon chuckled, “Mouse for the chinchilla with the little nose?”

“Yeah.” you answered. “The shyest one too.”

As you watched him interact with the animals, something shifted inside you. It was a rare moment of peace and vulnerability from a man who had seen too much war and bloodshed. His rough exterior melted away, revealing the gentle soul that had captured your heart.

The three girls had drawn mouse as a knight a few times, which Simon had found hilarious. He had promised to take them to the nearest castle when he had leave next. It was something they had talked about in passing. The children didn’t know about his line of work. They were too young to understand. You liked that about them, they still had their innocence.

And you always planned to have them keep that for as long as they possibly could. You taught them a few Italian phrases to use when they were annoyed at something or someone. As you believed it was healthier to let them vent out their frustrations to let them know it’s okay to express themselves in a safe and controlled environment, than to hold it all in and let it fester.

Simon heard Emilia say Cazzo when she bumped her toe into her wardrobe, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. You had taught them a few Italian curse words to use when they were upset. Nothing too serious, just enough to let off steam. He turned to you with a playful smile, “You’re a bad influence, you know that?”

“Better here than out there.” you remarked. Which was true, considering what you had seen in your line of work. You had seen people take out their frustrations in the most violent ways possible. This was the least of it.

Simon looked up at you, his hand still stroking the rabbit's soft fur, “I don't want you to be alone in this. If you ever need help...”

“You'll know it long before you say Cazzo.” you reassured.

After dinner you were fixing a dress Lucia had torn that afternoon after she was tripped over by her bully. You had decided to homeschool her, after multiple incidences at her school. Simon sat beside you, watching you skilfully mend the fabric with your nimble fingers. He had never seen you do this before, but the way you handled the needle and thread was mesmerizing.

“You're good at that,” he said, his voice a soft murmur.

“I hope so. I had practice with my teddy bears growing up.” you chuckled, the memory of your first sewing machine flashing through your mind. It was your mother’s old one, but you had made it your own, patching up dolls and clothes until you moved on to more complex things.

“It’s surprising you weren’t a fashion designer.” Simon teased, his eyes never leaving the stitches you were making on Lucia’s dress.

“Considering I only wear neutral and monochromatic shades like black, grey, and white, I think fashion might not be the best choice.” you quipped. “Besides half the naughty things I made would be illegal to wear outside.”

Simon remembered the lace night gowns and the leather outfits you had in your closet, and his cheeks turned a shade of pink. You had always had a flair for the dramatic, especially when it came to lingerie, you were specific in your tastes. Which was one of the many things he found fascinating about you. He took a sip of his tea, his mind wandering to the first time he saw you in one of those ensembles. It had been a surprise, one that had left him utterly speechless.

Things would be fine.

Right? Melissa wouldn’t know what hit her when her own affair came to her new husband’s attention. Sent anonymously to him in a large yellow envelope in the hope it would be enough to scare her into silence. Cruel but necessary. She should thank her lucky stars she was allowed to walk out of your home. Alive.

[mariaofdoranelle]

URDAD - part 5

Lonely TCGTATGG would like to pair up with congenial AGCATACC

Warnings: mentions of kinky times? Maybe light nsfw idk

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A little recap because it’s been so fucking long: Rowan’s the father of Aelin’s bestie, Imogen. He kept it distant until he found Aelin a job at his hospital. She works with the machinery and he’s allergic to technology so she helps him out a lot. They grew close. Aelin planned to break up with Chaol, the boyfriend she lived with, and then become roomies with Imogen. But then she finds out that Chaol and Imogen have been sleeping together and oh no she’s homeless now! Rowan feels bad and offers her a place to stay out of the pureness of his heart, but she fucks him to get back at her friend. Now they’re fucking like bunnies but no one knows yet.

Also, Anne Jausten is Rowan’s most treasured digital slide scanner.

Now let’s fucking goooooo

When Aelin invited Rowan to visit apartments with her again, she was expecting incisive views from a more experienced person, not incessant bitching that ended up being a pain in her ass.

She stomped down the hallway leading to her “office”—the medical equipment maintenance room—and Rowan followed hot on her heels, refusing to take the hint.

“I’m sorry,” he said for the millionth time. “I didn’t mean to—“

“Swear it.” She turned around and crossed her arms. “Swear on Anne Jausten that you didn’t act like this on purpose.”

He silently stood with a pleading look in his eye. Maybe because of the two nurses eyeing him curiously, or because he didn’t have anything good to say for himself.

What bugged Aelin the most is that she couldn’t understand why he was trying to sabotage her apartment hunting. Why would he bother to visit the places with her just to talk trash about them. Yes, she was well aware that those apartments weren’t near as nice as his fancy two-story home, but they were nice enough, especially when the deadline she was given to leave was so close.

Rowan had previously told her she could stay for ‘one or two weeks’, and in the meanwhile he fucked her numerous times. Aelin’s experience said it was time for her to go. Not that this kind of behavior applies to all men, but it does to most of them—especially the hot and chronically single ones, like Dr. Whitethorn.

Aelin unlocked her office—not quite, but it was a space for herself of sorts. The room was spacious and almost as well-lit as an OR, but it felt cramped from the amount of broken and old machines waiting for her to repair, along with a few lost causes the hospital had yet to discard. Rowan followed her inside, so she leaned against a broken anesthesia machine with crossed arms and said, “I have work to do. Are you explaining what happened or not?”

Rowan wrapped both arms around her waist and gave a string of pecks on her neck.

“Can’t we just forget about it?”

“No!” She immediately unwrapped herself from him. “You’re not touching me until you explain why the fuck you’re acting so weird!”

Rowan immediately took a step back, both hands up in surrender. Good to know. From what she’s heard, not all doctors in this hospital would.

“You’re serious?”

Aelin crossed her arms again and nodded.

A sigh. “I’m not lying to you. I really don’t like the apartments we’ve visited. I care about you and Fleetfoot, going from my place to that would be a huge downgrade.”

Aelin threw her head back and laughed. Loudly. His confused expression made her want to explain things, but the hilariously of this took all the breath from her lungs.

“Rowan, I won’t be able to afford a place like yours at all within the next 10 years.”

“That’s why you should stay with me. At least for now.”

That took the amusement out of her face. Aelin’s thoughts were blank as she examined his apprehensive pine green eyes. There was only one chair because no one ever visited her down there, so she sat while Rowan leaned on a machine near her.

“You’re serious? Like, roommates till a better rent do us part?”

Rowan tilted his head, waiting for her answer—confirmation enough for a quiet guy like him. Still, things weren’t looking good. She probably could afford half the cost of his place, but if she paid for all that, she would barely be able to afford food.

She finally answered, “The only way I can afford my part of the rent is if it’s split based on income.”

Rowan bit his bottom lip in a poor-piss attempt to not laugh, which earned him a slap on the bicep.

“Aelin, I don’t pay rent myself. I won’t ask that of you.”

He was offering her a home for free?

Aelin never doubted she was a good lay, but holy rutting Mala.

But this was too good to be true. “What about house chores?”

“Not your concern. Just look after yourself and Fleetfoot.”

Aelin got up from her chair, rounding Rowan with her eyes narrowed at him. This was too unreal. He had to have an ulterior motive.

“No sexual clauses?”

“Not at my request.” His eyes darkened and he added with a suggestive tone, “But I can be very compliant if you add one.”

A beep interrupted their conversation—she was needed her in the ER.

Knowing what the sound meant, Rowan raised both brows in question. What do you say?

“I still don’t know,” she said while putting her lab coat on.

This feels too good, too easy. Aelin would live as a guest in his house, for free, after hooking up for a week and a half. What it he gets bored of her? What happens to her when he regrets it? What if he changes his mind after his daughter finds out and inevitably throws a tantrum?

As if reading her thoughts, Rowan took a step closer, carefully tucked her hair behind her ear, caressed her jaw with his thumb before he murmured, “I just want to see you safe and taken care of, that’s all.”

Aelin closed her eyes, a little overwhelmed. He might be the most thoughtful situationship she’s ever had. She tucked her head on his chest and chuckled, and he pulled her closer, letting her feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he caressed her hair.

Rowan slipped a strand of Aelin’s hair behind her ear, his carefree expression morphed into something else. “Will you at least think about it?”

Aelin tried to plaster a earnest face, but the corners of her lips kept tugging up. “You won’t make this easy for me, will you?”

His eyes widened. “I’m already making this as easy as I can!”

Another call urging her to go to the ER broke them apart.

Aelin took a step back and squeezed his hand. “See you at dinner?”

“See you at dinner.”

It was hard to stop her mind from racing as she took the elevator to the ER. Rowan’s offer got more tempting each time she thought about it and, to be honest, Aelin didn’t want to stop the late-night sex followed by morning cuddles either, even if she knew this wouldn’t be permanent.

It’d be good. She could save some money for her masters while staying with him. Aelin knew her place, so falling in love with Dr. Whitethorn was nothing more than a fleeting thought in her mental ‘cons’ list about living with him.

˜˜

Aelin expected to give him her final answer over dinner like any other person does, but when he texted her saying he’d be late because he was needed on a late surgery, the idea she had was too good to pass on.

The sound of his car pulling up made her put her phone down and run to the kitchen, wearing nothing but his favorite apron.

Aelin sat on the dinner table between two trays: one with freshly-cut fruit—strawberries, mango, banana, cherries—and another with little bowls of more liquid stuff, such as honey and chocolate sauce.

The thud of the front door being shut. Slow footsteps. Her heartbeat being the loudest of them all.

“Baby…” Rowan carefully stepped into the kitchen, still with his scrubs on, bewildered eyes aflame as he studied her mostly naked body. “What’re you doing?”

“Accepting your offer.” Aelin crossed her legs and tilted her head in a saucy, near predatory manner while still keeping an innocent tone when she explained, “You said you want me to stay. I thought I’d earn my keep.”

“You know you don’t have to—“

Rowan cut himself off when Aelin slid just the top of his apron off her body, exposing her breasts.

He cleared his throat and corrected, “How so?”

Aelin gave him a sly grin, a little brownie point for playing along.

“Dinner.”

She thrust her chest out and suggestively dipped her middle finger in the bowl with the honey, eyes trained on him as she slid it from her upper chest to her shoulder.

And waited until Rowan’s brain restarted so he could lick it off.

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[zakiahmmed]

To whom it may concern: A family from Gaza living in war 🚨📍

my name is Zakiya Hameed. I am a mother of six children and used to work as a nurse in the newborn care unit at the Healing Hospital.

Our lives were filled with dreams and hopes, but everything changed on the seventh of October. The war shattered our world, forcing us to flee our beautiful home, which is now partially destroyed and needs a lot of money for repairs. Now, my family of eight, including six children, is living in a tent Deir al-Balah,We’ve been displaced 12 times, each move leaving us more emotionally, mentally, and financially drained.

My heart aches for my children, Hana and Saed, who can no longer pursue their university education as all universities in Gaza have been destroyed. Our home and our dreams have been reduced to ashes.

Adding to our despair, my workplace, Alshafa Hospital, is completely destroyed. I can no longer work as a nurse in the newborn care unit, a job I loved deeply

My husband, Muhammad Hameed, suffers from severe heart problems and underwent a heart catheterization procedure. The war has worsened his condition, and the necessary treatment is not available in Gaza. He used to work in decoration and architecture for Palestinian homes, but he lost his job and all his equipment during the war. He also helped people build their homes on an installment system, but now, all his dues are gone as well. His dream is to get out of Gaza and work outside to earn more money for our children and give them a chance at a better life.

We are now living in a very tragic situation in the war. My children are suffering greatly from living in tents, the lack of clean water, and the lack of any of the necessities of life.

I feel ashamed to ask for help, but as a mother, I must do everything I can to provide for my family. Your support is our last hope.

The funds will be used for Muhammad’s treatment, Hana’s and Saed’s education, to purchase a tent to give us a semblance of stability, and to repair our partially destroyed home.

Please help us survive this mass slaughter and rebuild our shattered lives.🙏🍉💔

[pinkestlittlebutterfly]

Servamp hospital AU with no plot only vibes but I do the rest of the cast too so everyone can suffer:

Iduna – Clinical engineer. Though her responsibilities are mostly limited to testing, maintaining and occasionally doing small repairs on the medical equipment, she always looks at the machines in her care like she’s itching to do more. She’s vastly overqualified for her position, but left what would be any other engineer’s dream job at a well-known medical manufacturer to take it, for unknown reasons. 

Freya – The resident pharmacist. She wouldn’t usually have much contact with patients, but sometimes exasperated nurses will ask her to explain how some patient’s medication works to them, counting on her fierce glare to hammer the message home. She’s precise in her work but not opposed to chaos, as evident by how much time she spends watching Iduna come up with creative ways to test the surgery robots. 

Licht – Paramedic, stoic in even the most stressful situations. Though one wouldn’t think of him as good with people, the confidence he has in everything he does is a pillar of comfort to those he treats as well as his team. Some people think he developed a bit of a complex, saving people’s lives on a daily basis, but Hyde assures them he’s always been like that. He rarely starts fights (with those who aren't Hyde) but will end them.

Hyde – Paramedic. Whether he’s well-suited for his profession is up for debate, as stress makes him act out easily when in the wrong mood. He put himself on a team with Licht, and for a long time any emergency doctor made to work with them would groan at the thought of their squabbling. Recently they have gotten along better, and Hyde’s stress tolerance seems to have improved. 

Niccolo – Emergency doctor, originally an internist. Though he spends most of his time looking like he’ll fall apart at even the suggestion of stress, he changes completely once in an actual life-or-death situation and will easily take charge of his team. He’s happy in his job, and it’s a step up from working in the hospital itself, which was the actual cause of his stress. 

Ildio – ER nurse. Though he seems to be a perfect fit for his job – fiercely caring but looking rough enough to nip any problematic behaviour in the bud – it’s actually just what he first fell into when completing his training. Recently the emergency doctor he spends his breaks with has encouraged him to find something he actually enjoys doing, and he has been looking to become a NICU nurse. 

Krantz – Professional translator, working wherever a bridge between the staff and one of their patients needs to be built, and is thus always busy. No one knows how many languages he actually speaks. His most impressive achievement in bridge-building is getting paramedics Licht and Hyde to form a somewhat cohesive unit, to a point where their long-suffering ambulance driver has him on speed dial.

Johannes – Haematologist. He is obsessed with his work and spends a decidedly unhealthy amount of hours in the lab, living off strange concoctions presumably containing lots of caffeine and lots of sugar. Though he's not supposed to collect his samples himself, he does so with great joy. Few of the studies he proposes make it past the ethics committee.

Gear – Lab tech. The quiet world of the lab suits him, and he’s well adapted to the traditions and mindsets of those who live within it, though they tend to come off as bizarre to others. He spends his downtime scouring catalogues for the latest lab equipment, and sometimes brings some of it home to decorate the house with. His husband Youtarou seems strangely okay with this.

Youtarou – Social media manager. Most people think of his job as useless, but he thinks it's important for patients and even more so potential recruits to have a friendly face to associate the hospital with. His favourite part of the job is working with Iduna, who in turn loves the opportunity to make the surgery robots do something funny for a cute video.

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Just Bimby Things

Minors DNI

Megumi x bimbo!Reader

Info: jujutsu kaisen, bisexual themes for reader, bimbo! reader, party/ alcohol use, multipart fic, Written with black readers in mind

A/N: HVAC repairman megumi(itadori and nobara), interior decorator reader, used their surnames and first name interchangeably, 18+ characters, not proofread (sorry lol)

Wrdcnt: 2,772

It had been weeks since Megumi had seen his friends. Work and life affairs had hit them all fairly quickly after trade school. He didn’t like to complain about the work cause it brought in better income than most people his age had. He fondly remembered his time in apprenticeship with his friends that allowed him to work and hang out with his friends everyday, and he was looking forward to seeing them again.

He had just finished repairs on the final heating system for the day and was heading back to the agency to drop off his equipment and start his vacation for a whole week. He couldn’t say it would be peaceful knowing Nobara and Itadori but it would be entertaining to say the least. He went home and gathered his things, checking one last time to make sure they had given him the correct meeting information and address.

He found himself driving into the city to meet up with them at a bar and hotel. He arrived early. It figures the other two would be late, still no sense of time management even as adults. He checked the group in at the hotel and placed his stuff down in the suit and headed back to the bar to wait for his friends and get a much needed drink.

After about half an hour of him nursing a beer he heard some laughter from outside the door. He perked up noticing it was his friends and someone else…

“Hey Megs.” Itadori spotted him first.

He signaled a greeting to him and the rest followed to stand by him.

“Hope you weren’t waiting too long.” Itadori said somewhat sympathetic about his tardiness.

“You check into the rooms?" Kugisaki asked.

“Yeah, here's the keys.” He handed his friends a key then looked at you.

“Oh yeah Meg this is (Y/N). She’s an interior designer, we bump into her all the time on the job so we invited her.” Yuji introduced you.

“Hi!” You beamed at him. You were wearing a long fuzzy baby blue sweater to shield from the night air and underneath a white mini dress.

He handed you your key, seeming fairly unimpressed with Itadori’s choosen guest.

“Alright let's head up.” Nobara urged happily. her shoulders slumped from carrying her bags.

While yours were wrapped around both you and Itadori. Megumi paid his tab and led them to the suit.

“Packed heavy?” Megumi said to Yuji on the way up, seeing him struggle with all the luggage.

“It’s mine.” You peeped. “I couldn’t decide what I wanted to wear each day so I packed a bit of everything. And I needed room for the shopping I wanted to bring back home. These ones are empty.” You held up the bags tied around you.

Megumi hummed a response as you all reached the room. There were two bedrooms and a living space in the suit and it overlooked the nightlife of the city. You rushed to the window dropping your bags at the door. You smushed your face right up against the glass.

“Can we see the party from here?” You asked, referring to your first stop of the vacation. A rooftop party.

“No it’s in the opposite direction.” Nobara pushed your bags out of the way to get deeper into the room.

She was sure you hadn't heard her as you spaced out looking at the millions of lights from buildings around the city. She shook her head and proceeded to place her bags in your shared room.

Megumi was growing more unsure by the minute about how much he would enjoy his vacation.

"Hey Itadori.” He whispered from the other room and signaled him to come over so they could have a more private conversation. “Why did you invite this girl?”

“Ah, well, she’s new to the business and I’ve been helping her get more accustomed to work life and balance. I thought it would be cool to invite her, she can meet more people in the industry too.”

“How did she even get a job?!” He whispered a scream.

“Well she's super sweet.” Yuji shrugged. He was happy to have you on the trip as you always kept the mood up when he worked with you, it was something he believed would be helpful for the trip.

Megumi was irritated “She’s also a complete-”

“Yuji!” You exclaimed now digging into your discarded luggage to look for an outfit, “Look at my new undies! They’re perfect” You held up a regular pair of bubble gum pink panties for him and Megumi to catch a glimpse at. Nobara peeked her head out of her room and laughed at your airheadedness.

“That's so cool.” Yuji indulged you.

You went on to speak about how you bought a whole pack of different colored underwear just to get this pair. Yuji listened in amusement and Megumi looked on wondering how a grown woman could act so thoughtlessly.

After settling down a bit you all decided to get ready for the party Nobara had received an invitation to. It was from Maki, an upperclassman of theirs, Nobara was the only one of the trip to stay in consistent contact with her. They had planned their vacation around it as they had been promised a night that would require recovery.

In yours and Kugisaki's shared room you held up two pink dresses that looked almost exactly the same, trying to decide which one would be better.

“I don't even get why you're changing the white dress, it's cute.” Kugisaki said seeing your “dilemma”.

“I’ve been wearing it for 6 hours now, I have to change.” You whined and rummaged through your suitcase more.

You dug up another dress and eyed Nobara curiously. Nobara was busy in the mirror applying mascara. “I think you should wear this dress.” You said holding out one of your many too-short-to-walk dresses. It was a dark purple with a v cut. “Your boobs would look great.” You waved the dress teasingly.

“Can I even squeeze into something that small.” she watched the dress through the mirror

“I do this all the time…um actually I don’t think I’ve worn this one before. Stretch it out for me will ya?” You steered Kugisaki away from the mirror and towards the bathroom to change.

You finally decided on a pink dress(they looked the same but whatever) and started putting on jewelry when Nobara walked out of the bathroom in your dress.

“I could kiss you.” You gasped. “Do you want shoes too?” You asked, you were excited to dress her up like a doll.

“No, I can't walk on stilts yet.” She laughed and pulled out her own regular high heels for the night.

You on the other hand went for your tallest pair of white heels. The two of you walked out to the living space to see Megumi waiting, as usual.

“Where’s Itadori?’ Nobara asked

“Doing his hair.” Megumi groaned and twiddled on his phone until you and Nobara got up to go and help Yuji get himself in order.

With your help he was finally straightened out and the group took off to go to the birthday party of the owner of the biggest home repair company in the country..

The party was on a hotel rooftop a few blocks away so the group decided to walk there. When you all arrived Megumi led you all through the hotel per Maki’s directions. When you all stepped out of the elevator and onto the roof the party had already started. Many people were dancing along to the blasting music and others were drunkenly flopping in the rooftop pool. Itadori, Megumi and Kugisaki recognized many of the party goers as people who worked in their industry from seeing them in training or on the job. It was surprising to see them all cut loose after, presumably, coming from a full day’s work.

‘Hey you all.” Maki approached your group slurring her speech a bit. She was clearly a couple drinks in.

“Hey Maki.” Megumi said flatly. Maki stumbled a bit, catching herself on his shoulder.

“Well what're you standing here for, go fucking party.” She slapped Megumi’s shoulder. She went around greeting each person in the group.

“You didn’t tell me your friend is a Zenin.” You gasped seeing Maki talk to the boys. The zenin’s had all but run the home improvement game in the country. You had been looking for a way to join their agency but from what you could tell it was mainly family and friends only.

“How do you think we get the good clients? Megumi is her cousin too.” Kugisaki whispered to you before turning to chat with Maki. The two went on for a while with you at the side. Maki even noted Nobara’s “super hot” dress before making her way to you.

“Maki, that's my friend (Y/N). She’s an interior designer.” Itadori called before splitting off to go talk to other friends he recognized.

“Interior hm?” Maki said walking close enough that she could look down at you. She was still very drunk and pulled your face up by the chin, squinting her eyes to make sure she could properly see your features. She hummed in approval, “you drink?”

You nodded your head looking up at her with your big doe eyes. Maki grinned and pushed you alongside her, hand firmly placed on your ass.

“Well that’s one way to get a job.” Kugisaki joked to Mugumi before walking deeper into the party herself.

She left Megumi standing there annoyed, having disapproved of what he foresaw occuring at the party. He watched as you hung off of Maki while she poured you a drink and pulled you over to the edge of the pool. She introduced you to many of the people who worked with her family. You enjoyed being shown off by her to all of her well known associates and even managed to get some connections to clients looking for decorators. Megumi couldn't quite understand why he kept his eye on you throughout the whole party. While talking with a work colleague he got a bit caught up in the conversation and lost you for a few moments. When it had passed he went pushing through the crowd looking for you.

He caught a glimpse of your pink dress, still on Maki's lap she was holding a drink to your lips. After you had downed enough for her she kissed you. He was on his way to pluck you from her before you drank too much but was cut off by Yuji and Kugisaki barreling towards him.

"Megs we gotta go" Kugisaki caught his arm and started pulling him out.

"What about your friend?" Megumi said as he was dragged toward the elevator before he noticed Yuji's running over with you hanging over his shoulder absolutely wasted.

Once the four of you were safely tucked in the elevator Yuji and Kugisaki broke down in a fit of laughter. They sounded like hyenas and he knew they'd come something he'd have to answer for.

"He just fell right over *gasp* I don't even" Yuji's speech was disturbed by his fits of laughter. You made a incoherent weeee sound in response only sending the two of them more.

Kugisaki was kneeling on the elevator floor begging him to not talk or she'd wet herself. Megumi stood there dumbfounded waiting for the idiots to collect themselves. When the elevator came to the ground floor and you all stepped off he dared to ask.

"What the hell happened?" He asked fearing the response he would get.

"Yuji's pushed Todo off the roof!" Kugisaki spoke, flying her arms for dramatic effect as she recounted the two having a passionate (only word that did them justice) drinking game, in which the loser would be hoisted and thrown in the pool.

Unfortunately Yuji lost his balance while holding him and he fell onto a balcony one story below. He was fine but had to wake the people whose apartment he landed in to get back out. The two decided to split before he made his way back to the party, leading to their great escape from the party.

Megumi wasn't sure what he was expecting but it certainly wasn't the explanation he was given. But all his friends were drunk (truthfully even he was too) and any reprimand he gave them would be forgotten by morning. He focused his efforts on shepherding the drunk herd back to the hotel room and safely to bed.

Yuji ended up carrying you to his and Megumi's room and passing out on the bed. You were upside down and Yuji slept face first on a pillow but at least the place was quiet. He turned out the lights and went to bed feeling a mild headache already coming on.

At some point in the night he was awoken by someone getting into his bed and pressing their head on him but he was too out of it to even consider doing anything else but going back to sleep. The morning leaked its way through the curtain of the room and onto Megumi's face, making him groan. He began to move to close the curtains but was held down by a soft body resting on top of him. He looked down to see you in your pink dress, now ruffled from the night out and riding up your bum.

"Hey" Megumi spoke from the back of his throat in a deep baritone.

He shook progressively harder until you finally came to. You whined from being woken up and feeling completely run down. You peeked up to see who had woken you.

"Hi Megumi…how come you're in my bed?" Your sleepy eyes peaked around the bedroom.

"You're in my bed, why?" He asked. You were confused as you could've sworn after leaving Yuji's bed and going to the bathroom you went to your own bed last night.

You simply shrugged your shoulders at the air headed mistake and laid your head back on Megumi's chest.

"Hey go to your own bed." He said a bit annoyed, still low in volume.

"Lemme sleep some more Megumi."You snuggled into his chest and pulled more of the covers onto you both.

Megumi almost threw you off the bed but couldn't muster the power and laid there till Yuji started to stir from the sun flooding the room and hour later.

"PARTY!" He screamed as he sat up from his bed.

Yuji was never one to get a hangover. But his loud noise caused Megumi to wince and you to once again wake up unhappily. You flung a pillow at Yuji and he took notice of you and Megumi "cuddled" in his bed.

"How'd you get over there?" Yuji asked, amused by his friend's unhappy faces.

"She thought it was her bed when she got up."Megumi looked down at you, still curled on his chest.

Yuji laughed and got up to get Kugisaki so you all could decide on breakfast. Most likely it would be a delivery as ¾ of the group were not mobile. You sat up on Megumi straddling his waist.

"Thanks for letting me sleep for a bit." You rubbed your eyes and yawned.

"You're just too heavy to move." He said bluntly.

"hmph you're mean" You shoved his shoulders a bit at what he said and moved off of him to the other side of the bed.

Yuji walked in holding Kugisaki bridal style. Her eyes were sunken and dark showing her exhaustion.

"Alright, what are we feeling for breakfast?" Yuji plopped her down gracelessly on Megumi's bed.

"What are you-" Megumi was quickly pushed to the side of his bed.

"Scooch over." Yuji followed right behind Kugisaki on the bed pushing you close to Megumi once again.

Yuji scrolled on his phone listening to food requests from his friends. You and Kugisaki had wanted pancakes and eggs Yuji and Megumi went with bacon and hash brown. He ordered a breakfast cart to the room.

"Why are we all on my bed?" Megumi asked again only to be cut off again.

"Shh" Kugisaki weakly reached a finger up to silence him only making him more angry.

"We're gonna have a day. Eat breakfast, play video games once…she wakes up. And go out to see some sights later." Yuji said enthusiastically.

"I knew I'd regret this." Megumi rolled his eyes.

"Come on, I know you're having fun." Yuji elbowed him.

Megumi grumbled and let his eyes shut to wait for breakfast.

Prt 2

[thecandywrites]

Monster March Day 9- Centuar- Part 1

If The Shoe Fits Part 1

I had so much fun with this. And this continues to build on Other-taurs and Minotaur day too. I like how these fit together so nicely. I hadn't planned on it. But it just sort of happened. lol. This is in three parts. Parts 1 and 2 are SFW, Part 3 Will be NSFW.

Thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2023 promptlist. I really needed this- this year. So thank you for putting this together. I really appreciate it.

Monster March 2023- Day 9- Centaur

If The Shoe Fits

Part 1

Lucus was in his orchard, pruning his trees when the sound of heavy equipment perked his ears up before he paused to look over at the old farm house that was across the valley to see heavy construction equipment come in and then start demolition on the old farmhouse itself as he simply blinked in surprise. And while he had been practically born and raised here with the farm being in his family’s name for years. And while he felt like he could probably draw the house from memory, what it had been, in an instant, with one swing of equipment, it was all gone in an instant and Lucus didn’t know why he was suddenly crying, but after he thought about it, he was simply sorry to see what was once a beautiful country farm house that had been there for nearly a century and a half, gone in mere moments, barely a heart beat or two. Because more and more things were changing and respect towards the old was waning. 

Ten years ago, the old couple had lived there- for decades before. That farm was also passed down through the family for multiple generations. The husband got a loan to fix up the barn so his own old farming equipment would not get damaged, especially since it was old enough to not need yearly “software updates” and was built to last several generations when kept in good repair. Then after the barn was rebuilt, he had a heart attack. The wife, was already senile and needed round the clock care. So their kids fought viciously about the farm and it’s many acres and hundreds of thousands of dollars in equipment , one wanted to sell it all and split the money, the second wanted to keep it and the third only cared about the mother and her care. But apparently, the old man had put the house, and it’s contents, and it’s lands and all the equipment up as collateral to get the massive barn and outbuildings rebuilt. And none of the now grown children with families of their own had the money to pay off the loan to bring everything out of the bank’s clutches. And to add insult to injury, the old man never had any life insurance. So there was nothing left to do but to walk away and put the widow into a nursing home who only outlived her husband by not even a year. And the war waged among the children over what they thought they would be getting in an inheritance was bitter enough to drive the siblings apart, that after their mother’s death, never really spoke to each other again, much less anyone else, he grew up with those kids and each one more anxious to get out of that farm than the last. And each one more willing to dig up more and more hatches metaphorically speaking against the others. Because apparently the family was extremely dysfunctional. And all Lucas could do was to shake his head at all of it and if anything, urged him to be a better husband and father to his family ever since. 

But in the end- the bank took everything, the kids took what they could and wanted from the house itself, but otherwise weren’t there for the auction itself because otherwise they had all washed their hands of it. The bank sold off the equipment, which Lucas did end up buying a fair amount of it. But the house, with it’s many acers didn’t sell. But the housing market was really good and they were asking a pretty penny for it. And much more than anyone else had. So the bank decided to simply sit on it and have the house in foreclosure along with many others in the area. 

And then the housing market crashed. And suddenly the bank was desperate to cut its losses and sold it. But who they sold it to- he didn’t know and neither did his neighbors, the ones that were still hanging in there anyway. And in the coming months, he would get his own kids off to school in the winter, he would watch from the kitchen, over a cup of coffee- to watch to see who came to the house. He wondered what they were going to do with it. 

And starting today would be a long several months of interesting development, he watched as the house was bulldozed to the ground. The foundations were dug up and new foundations were laid. Then a bunch of people came and started to tend to the trees. 

The old farmer had a pretty decent orchard and a vineyard, since it had been a homestead farm since before the turn of the century. He still remembered himself and the neighbors would sneak into it at night and steal some apples and pears and peaches and cherries off of the trees until they were caught and then encouraged to simply come and get what they wanted if they were really hungry. But help with the trees if they could. 

It was inspired Lucus to plant his own orchard, and using the old farming techniques to prepare his soil for whatever crops he wanted or needed, no major chemicals or weed killers needed. To let the soil tell you what it wanted and needed. And the farmer even made his own wine and vinegar from the orchard when they weren’t eating the grapes right off the vine. The old farmer even owned the lake in the middle of the valley and invited the neighbors to fish in it when they wanted to, and especially swim in it when it was especially a hot day. And he didn’t want any chemicals or anything poisoning the ground or the water, especially the creeks that ran in and out of the lake too. He had been the backbone of the community really. And Lucas was sad to see him go. But then to hear how he was one way with others but could be cruel and harsh with his family, never did sit right with him. 

But with age, the farmer was only able to keep up with only one of each of the kinds of trees and their vegetable garden seemed to grow smaller and smaller. And while the pumpkins would still come up every year and the fruit would come, because no one tended to the trees, the fruit would rot right off the trees or fall prey to the wildlife because the wife- in her senility thought anyone else on the property was there to steal from them and would walk the perimeter of the property with a shotgun. Whether it was loaded or not, Lucus didn’t want to know and kept his boys from ever going to find out either as he didn’t even want his boys anywhere near that property and simply took them to the other lakes around to go fishing or to the closest Great Lake that was barely more than half an hour away to actually swim. Or even to a local youth center if they wanted to swim in a swimming pool. In Lucas’ mind, one of the sons would have inherited the farm and his boys and his would have gone to school together. Like he had done. But it seemed the past didn’t want to repeat that way. 

The old farmer had another 20 acres just for running various crops. But it had been something of a hay field for the last couple decades. And he had let Lucas collect the hay himself if he wanted to. But when the bank came, they asked him to stop. So he did. And that’s when nature reclaimed what it could. That new barn and outbuildings seeming to fight it off better than the rest of it. 

But now it seemed, someone was coming back in and rebuilding and renewing the place. But who the new owners were, still eluded him and the other neighbors that shared the valley between them and the other houses around the area. 

To Lucus and his neighbor’s surprise, a huge house was built. Practically the size of a mansion. The largest house in the area and definitely bigger than any house Lucas had ever seen before besides the huge lake houses on the Great Lake itself. A pool was dug out and then enclosed so that the house would have an indoor pool. Then privacy fences soon surrounded the yard part of the property. A cement driveway was poured and then the barn soon had more outbuildings. And a chicken coop was put up. And proper fences up to to keep livestock. And the lake had a proper dock and a jumping platform built for swimming too, even though the lake itself could manage barely a few rowboats, maybe a kayak or even a paddle boat. And then the lake itself got stocked with fish after it was tested to make sure it hadn’t gotten damaged from neglect. And the wilderness was soon pushed back. The farm soon got a fresh start and he saw many people help bring it back to it’s former glory and then improve on it even more. 

And, then painters and other builders came to put the finishing touches on the huge house. And to his sons’ jealousy, a huge playground was built inside the fence along with a trampoline. And then- moving truck after moving truck came to the house to move in crates full of furniture- with all kinds of people helping. 

Literally. 

He saw human, elf, orc, dwarven, dragonborn, deer-taurs, elk-taurs, caribou-taurs, minotaurs like the classic minotaurs as well as deer minotaurs, elk minotaurs and even moose minotaurs. He saw draenei, tiefling, halflings and hybrids of all kinds. And tons of kids, also of all kinds. All of them eager to play on the playground that was both built for the bipedal and quadrapedal sort, while the adults moved things in. And as much as he wanted to go and help. He didn’t quite know if that would go over well or be well received. And this lasted for a few weeks. And it was just a never ending revolving set of peoples coming and going. But with every group, only a few people seemed to always be among them. A pregnant woman whose belly seemed to grow every time he saw her from a distance and while she looked familiar, he could not for the life of him recall how he knew her. But he also didn’t want to come off as a nosey neighbor and try to find out either. 

“So I heard that a millionaire built a house there!” His son Aiden proclaimed over dinner one night. 

“Well of course! How else would they afford to build a mansion?” Nick muttered rhetorically.  

“They must have a lot of kids to build that big of a house and a playground.” Aiden offered. 

“Probably.” Lucas shrugged. 

“When they finally move in, you’ll introduce us right?” Aiden pleaded. 

“We can definitely try.” He answered before there was a knock on the door before the boys both bolted for the door while Lucas frowned but went to the door just as it opened to reveal a woman with three children on the other side. They were all neatly dressed and she had a covered plate in her hands and her pregnant belly helping to hold up the plate of cookies in her hands. 

“Hello, My name is Maddison and these are my kids, we just moved into the area and wanted to say hi and introduce ourselves. Are your parent’s home?” She asked Aiden and Nick.

Lucus just stared, rather dumbly, down at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. It was the same pregnant woman he had noticed before, as something about her seemed to grow from vague to more definite in the degree of familiarity about her. But still, he couldn’t get his brain to recall where or how he felt he knew the woman at his door. He could tell by the point of her ears that she was a hybrid of human and something else. But she had the most gorgeous dark purple hair with pink and blue high and lowlights. Ber eyes were like tanzanites. Both an indigo blue yet a deep Siberian amethyst purple. And her skin was like a light pink, almost purple amethyst too which flowed into a darker purple horns. But and her teeth were nearly blinding white and her smile was as sweet as it was warm and hopeful. 

“Yeah, dad is, Dad?” Aiden asked as he turned his torso to look at his dad before the woman followed his son’s gaze before they looked at each other and he suddenly seemed to come back to his senses. 

“Lucas? Lucus Duncan?” Maddison asked as she looked up at him as she seemed to be having a similar reaction to him. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I can’t seem to remember how I know you.” Lucas noted. 

“It’s me, Maddison, well I used to be Murdock, it’s Allbright now though. We went to middle school together. Everyone called me ‘Maddy Addie’?” Maddie recalled with a slight grimace to her smile which had become slightly pained and awkward. 

“OH! Oh my stars, Addie! Holy cow! Wow! I thought you moved away though?” He recalled as he was practically kicking himself for not remembering the prettiest girl in school, but when she didn’t go to the same high school, of course they drifted apart and lost touch over the years since. 

“Yeah, I did. I just um, I just moved back. Actually, I bought the old Dunshee Farm, but the house was way past any kind of saving. So we had to bulldoze it and rebuild it. But I wanted to open up the invitation again that if any of the kids in the area wanted to fish or swim in the pond, they’re more than welcome to. And of course those orchards and that vineyard will make more food than we could ever pick or eat, so I wanted to also extend the invitation that old Mr. Dunshee had, that if anyone wanted anything, that they were more than welcome to pick as much as they needed or wanted. And I’m just happy the blueberry bushes are still there. They always were the best blueberries. Just as good as Leduc’s.” Maddison invited as her cheeks flushed violet like her eyes and Duncan was, once again, had his breath taken away by her once more. Like he was at junior prom, staring at her all dressed up and dolled up and looking like she just came out of a magazine or off some awards show. She had wowed everyone there, but hadn’t stayed long enough for the flood of dancing invitations to come in, not that her super jealous and possessive boyfriend at the time would have let anyone dance with her anyway. 

“Oh! You bought that place. I’ve loved what you’ve done with it.” Duncan offered. 

“Thanks. So uh, here, we made cookies for all the neighbors. Because I remember how close everyone who lived here used to be.” She said before she offered him the cookies as she nearly had to go on tiptoe to get them to him since he was a tall percheron centaur himself. 

“So, these are my kids. This is Alexandria, Adelaide and Avery.” She introduced as she gestured to her two daughters and her son who looked like they were the same ages his own kids. 

“And these are my boys, Aiden and Nick.” Lucas introduced. 

“It’s nice to meet you both. Your dad and I used to go to middle school together.” Maddison explained. 

“Oh so you knew our mom too? Cause they were dating since middle school.” Aiden asked. 

“Then yes I did. I remember Amber very well. She’s awesome, is she home or out grocery shopping?” Maddison offered which brought a bittersweet smile to their faces. 

“Oh, no. She died two years ago of cancer.” Aiden offered. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry for your loss.” Maddison offered.

“So I take it you didn’t stay with Eddie? Because these guys thankfully look nothing like him.” Lucas recalled as he gestured between her kids. 

“Oh gods no! Thank all the gods in all the heavens, no, we split when I moved, thank goodness.” Maddison shook her head adamantly. 

“No their father, Adrian and I met at college actually. He was going for his Semiconductor Engineering degree. I was there getting my horn and antler specialists licenses and certifications. We met in the library of all things.” Maddison answered. 

“So where’s is he? Still at work?” Lucas asked. 

“No. He, unfortunately passed away, only about 5 months ago, he was in an accident.” Maddison answered as she instinctively wrapped her arm around her belly as Lucas’ heart constricted painfully in his chest at the thought of her husband leaving a gift in her belly only to leave her in death not long after. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry Addie.” Lucas offered as it was clear that Maddison was fighting back tears. 

“Thanks. Well, this is um a new page we’re trying to turn over. So, yeah, it’s great to finally see a familiar face. If you guys need or want anything just call or ask ok? Here’s, here’s my business card, I’ll put my cell on the back. And if the kids will need a ride to school or something like that, just let me know.” Maddison offered as she fished her wallet out of her purse and got a card out and wrote down her phone number on the back as Lucas could see her belly start moving like crazy because her baby was kicking up a storm. 

“Easy, I know, more salsa, always more salsa.” Maddison cooed to her belly as she tried to finish writing the number on the card before gave it back only to trade her card with his own, since he was a professional ferrier. 

“Oh hey! You’re a ferrier now. You were always really good with that. Makes a lot of sense because who would be an expert on hooves unless they had them themselves right?” Maddison smiled at the card. 

“Yup and that’s my cell right there on the card. If you need or want anything, please don’t hesitate to call ok? I’m barely two minutes away, I’ll be over in two flicks of a tail. And same offer applies, if the kids need a ride to school or whatever, just let us know ok?” Lucas offered. 

“You always were so sweet and generous Lucas. I’m happy to see that hasn’t changed about you. I see you finally grew into your height.” Maddison offered as Lucas grew downright bashful at the praise. 

“At least the acne cleared up.” Lucas offered before he slapped his hand over his mouth as he was mortified that blurted itself out of his mouth but Addie simply laughed it off. 

“Yeah, thankfully, that got cleared up.” Maddison seemed to laugh off. 

“Will you be going to Twin Valley North?” Nick asked as he was looking at Alexandria with a hopeful smile because she was just as gorgeous as her mom while Avery simply smiled politely. 

“Yes.” They all answered in unison. 

“Oh awesome, so we’re going to be going to school together. What grade will you be in?” Nick asked Avery before the kids gave their answers as Nick and Avery would be in the same grade. But it was a small community school with only two or three teachers per grade. The school had an elementary side and a middle school section and a highschool section and Nick and Avery would be starting high school together. While Alexandria would still be in middle school while Aiden and Adelaide would be in the same grade as well. 

“Awesome. So are you going to be bus riders or car riders?” Alexandria asked. 

“Oh, we don’t do either, we um, we walk to school along with the other taurs. We all walk to school because the bus and most of the cars are usually more for the bipeds.” Nick answered. 

“And you’re a quadruped.” Alexandria noted with an appreciative glance to his large legs, seemingly more bone and joints that bulging muscle like his father. 

“Yup.” Nick nodded as his cheeks flushed with a bit of embarrassment. 

“Well, we’re usually car riders.” Adelaide offered. 

“Awesome. Well at least we’ll be going to school together.” Alexandria offered. 

“We will.” Nick and Aiden both nodded. 

“So um, what do you charge? For your ferrier services?” Maddison asked. 

“Uh, it depends on the kind of horse you get and if they’ll be needing shoes.” Lucas answered. 

“Oh, I see, that makes sense.” Maddison nodded in understanding.

“So you work in a spa?” He asked when he looked at her own business card and really looked at it and not solely at her phone number and practically engraving it into his memory. 

“Yup. I’m a horn and antler specialist. So I help other taurs who grow antlers strip the velvet off their antlers and then with antler growth and antler shedding, or if they have horns, horn shaping and polishing, and then winter coat removal.” Maddison explained. 

“Oh! That’s awesome.” He grinned happily before he noticed that she and her children were all sporting little horns right in their hair, showing off their tiefling heritage pretty well. 

“So what kind of horses will you be getting?” Aiden asked. 

“Well, we’ll see what’s available.” Maddison answered. 

“My dad trims all the hooves of the horses that go through Stieners. And they have auctions on the first weekend of the month!” Aiden proudly informed Maddison. 

“Oh! That place is still open? So your dad must be quite the expert huh?” Maddison smiled fondly while Lucas grew even more bashful. 

“He is! It’s the weekend after this one, you want to come with us?” Aiden invited as Lucas was shocked Aiden would be so bold to ask that. 

“Well, how about I meet you there?” Maddison offered. 

“Perfect!” Aiden and Nick both beamed happily. 

“It’s a date! We’ll see you there then.” Maddison offered as she seemed to try to hold her baby inside her womb to keep it from kicking itself out of her. 

“That one is pretty active huh?” Lucas guessed as he nodded to her belly. 

“Usually he’s been pretty quiet, this is the first time he’s felt like doing his gymnastic classes. He usually only gets this active when it’s time for me to eat.” Maddison explained. 

“And he’s had a penchant for salsa?” Lucas recalled. 

“Yes! Mango salsa and guacamole- especially for some reason, practically go through two jugs of each a week.” Maddison answered. 

“Well, we’ll let you go and let you get back to what you were doing before we came and interrupted things. See you in two weeks, if not sooner, the kids start school on Monday.” She offered. 

“Definitely. See you around. And again, if you guys want or need anything or help with anything, don’t hesitate to call or ask ok?” Lucas insisted. 

“Will do, thanks Lucas. It’s great to see you again and great to meet your boys. It was really nice to meet you Nick and Aiden.” Maddison said as her kids waived as she urged them off the special ramp that they used to get in and out of the house. 

She and her family left them to go as Lucus and his boys both seemed to practically lean out of the door to watch them go and get back into their vehicle since their own special quadruped vehicles were already in the driveway as Maddison and her kids all waived before Maddison backed up and drove out of the dirt driveway. 

“Dad, please don’t date her. She’s a grieving widow, it’s too soon anyway.” Nick began as he could see his father’s interest. But that interest could out trump his own and his instantaneous smitten state with Alexandria could be in jeopardy if his father liked Alexandria’s mom.  

“Excuse me?” Lucus asked incredulously. 

“Alexandria is gorgeous and I want to date her. I can’t date her if you date her mom.” Nick insisted. 

“She’s barely 13! And you’re 14! Both of you are still too young to date.” Lucus chided his son before he brought his boys back into the house to finish eating dinner. 

“And I want Adelaide to be my girlfriend too. So you really can’t date her mom.” Aiden proclaimed. 

“You’re 10! Both of you are too young for this crap.” Lucas insisted before his boys slipped the plate of cookies from his hands and began to hoover them down as if they had  been starved for weeks! 

“Ooh! They taste homemade! They’re so good!” Both boys beamed happily as they had a huge cookie in each hand as Lucus could see their hooves practically clatter on the floors like pasafinos. Those damn poor floor tiles. They were going to shatter one of these days. 

“Oh gods help me.” Lucas grumbled under his breath as his boys dissolved into what features they had found the most attractive about the new girls across the valley. It would figure that one of the prettiest girls in school would come back and settle in the best house in the area. And judging by her equally gorgeous and handsome kids, she had married someone equally handsome as she was gorgeous. And if she had been cute but awkward because of puberty, which no one was immune from. And if she had shown what she could be all dressed up. What she was now- was practically drop dead gorgeous. No wonder she had four kids. She was downright sexy and the epitome of sexy MILF. And now she was going to be the epitome of hot neighbor/ girl next door.

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Elder Care Scandal at Siksika Health: Allegations Surface Against Nurse Tessa

Siksika Nation, Alberta — A growing number of allegations are surfacing about the treatment of elders within Siksika Nation’s health services, and at the center of the controversy is Tessa, a nurse who has worked for Siksika Health for an extended period. Multiple reports suggest that Tessa has played a role in perpetuating the neglect and mistreatment of vulnerable elders under her care.

#Elder #Neglect and #Abuse Allegations

Families and community members have raised concerns over what they describe as a systemic failure to provide adequate elder care. Complaints against Tessa specifically include:

• Negligence in Care: Instances of elders being left in hazardous living conditions without follow-up care or proper advocacy.

• Failure to Act: Delays in responding to critical needs, including necessary repairs to homes and provision of medical equipment, such as hospital beds.

• Moral Breaches: Allegations of dismissive attitudes and a lack of empathy towards elders, despite their deteriorating health conditions.

Impact on Elders

The alleged actions of Tessa and other staff members have left many elders in unsafe and unhealthy environments. Reports detail how these conditions are exacerbated by chronic understaffing, lack of training, and an apparent disregard for the well-being of those who rely on Siksika Health.

For example, one elder diagnosed with heart failure, kidney failure, and diabetes was reportedly left to return to a home in significant disrepair without the necessary support or equipment. Despite repeated requests for assistance, including a hospital bed that was first requested in February, little action has been taken, raising questions about accountability within the healthcare system.

Call for Accountability

Community members are calling on Siksika Health and Nation leadership to address these allegations and take immediate action to ensure that elders receive the care and dignity they deserve. They are also seeking an independent investigation into the conduct of employees like Tessa and the broader management practices at Siksika Health.

“The neglect and mistreatment of our elders cannot be tolerated,” said one anonymous source. “This isn’t just a failure of one person—it’s a failure of the entire system. But individuals like Tessa, who have actively contributed to this problem, need to be held accountable.”

A Pattern of Abuse

This is not the first time Siksika Health has faced criticism. Previous complaints have highlighted:

• Retaliatory behavior against those who advocate for better elder care.

• A lack of transparency in handling community concerns.

• The dismissal of complaints without proper investigation or resolution.

What’s Next?

As pressure mounts, community members are urging leadership to step in and overhaul the elder care system. Many believe that only by addressing these allegations head-on and holding those responsible to account can trust in Siksika Health be restored.

Siksika Health has yet to respond to these allegations. However, the community remains steadfast in its demand for justice, ensuring that their elders live in safety and dignity—a standard every healthcare provider should uphold.

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Middle East crisis: Israeli military issues new evacuation order for Gaza, over 1,000 doctors killed since October 2023

More than 1,000 doctors and nurses have been killed in the Gaza Strip since October 2023, a Palestinian news agency reported, and Israel issued a new evacuation order for Gaza City as 35 Palestinians were killed in the past 24 hours.

Over 1,000 doctors, nurses killed in Gaza since October 2023

More than 1,000 doctors and nurses have been killed in Israeli military operations in the Gaza Strip since the Israeli-Palestinian conflict escalated in October 2023, Palestinian news agency WAFA reported, citing the enclave’s government.

According to the government statement cited by WAFA, “more than 310 health workers in the enclave have been arrested, tortured and executed in prisons. In addition, the Israeli army prohibits the entry of medicines into the Gaza Strip and prevents visits by medical delegations and doctors. Hospitals remain a target for the Israeli army, which bombs, besieges and storms them, killing and injuring doctors and nurses,” the document added.

Israeli military issues new evacuation order for Gaza City

Israel has issued a new evacuation order for Gaza City as 35 Palestinians have been killed in the past 24 hours.

Footage verified by Al Jazeera confirmed that the Israeli military has issued new displacement orders in the Shujayea neighbourhood of Gaza City.

“An urgent warning” urging Palestinians to leave the area was published on social media at around 6:30 p.m. on Saturday – two hours after sunset. It led hundreds of Palestinians to leave the area in the dark, taking with them whatever they could carry, after the army threatened that the neighbourhood would turn into a “dangerous war zone.”

Palestinians in Gaza City face further hardship due to the poor weather conditions, with torrential rains threatening residents due to extensive damage to sewage and storm water networks.

Asem Alnabih, a spokesman for the Gaza City municipality, said on Twitter/X that heavy rain has been falling in the city since Sunday morning.

He said that since October 7 last year, “the [Israeli] occupation has destroyed more than 175,000 metres of sewage pipelines, 15,000 metres of stormwater drainage systems, and 105,000 metres of water supply networks”.

Alnabih added:

“There is an urgent need to provide pipes and materials to repair the Sheikh Radwan Basin drainage system. Delays in providing the necessary pipes and equipment for the Sheikh Radwan drainage repairs could lead to a catastrophic disaster, endangering the lives of residents and displaced families in homes and shelters near the basin.”

According to the latest figures from the Gaza Health Ministry, 44,211 people have been killed and 104,567 injured in Israeli attacks on Gaza since October 7, 2023. That number includes 35 Palestinians killed and 94 wounded in the past 24 hours.

Ceasefire deal between Israel, Hezbollah within two days: Israeli media

A ceasefire deal between Israel and Lebanese group Hezbollah will be announced within two days, Israeli media reported on Monday.

Public broadcaster KAN, citing an Israeli source, reported that Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has agreed to a US-backed ceasefire with Lebanon.

According to the broadcaster, Netanyahu gave the go-ahead to US envoy Amos Hochstein to conclude a ceasefire agreement with Lebanon. KAN reports that the agreement will be announced within two days.

Israeli sources say the ceasefire agreement with Lebanon is ready and Netanyahu is now working on how to present it to the public.

According to KAN, talks are currently centred on Israel’s freedom of action on the borders with Lebanon and Syria after the agreement is finalised.

The radio station, citing knowledgeable sources, said Tel Aviv has received US guarantees allowing Israel to “act militarily if Hezbollah violates the terms of the ceasefire.” Hezbollah and Lebanese authorities have not yet commented on the report.

Last week, Hezbollah Secretary General Sheikh Naim Qassem said the Lebanese group had submitted its comments on the US ceasefire proposal, stressing that the issue now depends on the seriousness of Netanyahu’s intentions to reach an agreement.

Israel has stepped up airstrikes in Lebanon against Hezbollah targets it claims to be targeting as part of a years-long war with the Lebanese group since the start of the Gaza war last year.

Since October last year, Israeli attacks in Lebanon have killed more than 3,600 people, injured more than 15,300 and displaced more than 1 million, according to Lebanese health authorities.

Israel widened the conflict by launching a ground attack on southern Lebanon on October 1 this year.

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One of the Best Cardiac Hospital in Ghaziabad, Uttar Pradesh

When it comes to matters of the heart, ensuring that you are in the right hands is critical. GS Hospital, one of the Best Heart Hospital in Uttar Pradesh, stands out for its exceptional cardiac care. From world-class cardiologists to advanced treatment options, GS Hospital is dedicated to saving lives and improving heart health for people across Uttar Pradesh. In this article, we’ll walk you through why GS Hospital is a leading choice for cardiac care, what sets it apart, and the comprehensive services it offers.

Why Choose GS Hospital for Cardiac Care?:

When it comes to cardiac treatment, selecting the right hospital is critical for effective care and recovery. The Best Heart Hospital in Ghaziabad like GS Hospital stands out as a premier institution, renowned for its commitment to excellence in cardiovascular health. Below are key reasons why GS Hospital is the preferred choice for patients seeking cardiac care:

1. Expert Team of Cardiologists:

Highly Experienced Professionals: GS Hospital is home to a team of highly skilled cardiologists and cardiac surgeons who specialize in diagnosing and treating a wide range of heart conditions.

National and International Expertise: The medical staff includes professionals with extensive experience both locally and globally, ensuring that patients receive the highest quality of care.

Multidisciplinary Approach: Collaboration among specialists, including cardiologists, surgeons, and nurses, guarantees comprehensive treatment plans tailored to each patient's needs.

 

2. State-of-the-Art Cardiac Facilities:

Advanced Diagnostic and Therapeutic Technologies: Equipped with cutting-edge tools for various cardiac procedures, GS Hospital can effectively handle both emergency and routine cardiac issues.

Dedicated Cath Labs: These specialized laboratories allow for precise diagnostic and interventional procedures, such as angioplasties and stent placements.

Cardiac Intensive Care Unit (ICU): The hospital features a dedicated cardiac ICU staffed with trained professionals to monitor patients closely post-surgery or during critical care situations.

Comprehensive Heart Care Unit: A specialized unit focuses on providing continuous monitoring and treatment for patients with serious heart conditions.

 

3. Comprehensive Cardiac Care Services:

Preventive Cardiology: GS Hospital emphasizes preventive measures to reduce the risk of heart disease through lifestyle management and regular health screenings.

Diagnostic Services: State-of-the-art imaging and laboratory facilities allow for accurate diagnosis and timely treatment decisions.

Interventional Treatments: A full range of procedures, including angioplasty, bypass surgery, and valve repairs, is available to address various heart conditions.

Cardiac Rehabilitation: The hospital offers structured rehabilitation programs designed to help patients recover and maintain heart health post-treatment.

 

4. Patient-Centric Approach:

Compassionate Care: Best Hospital in Hapur like GS Hospital prides itself on delivering empathetic and personalized care, ensuring that every patient feels valued and respected.

Family Involvement: The hospital encourages family participation in the treatment and recovery process, fostering a supportive environment for patients.

Education and Resources: Patients are provided with the necessary information and resources to understand their conditions, treatment options, and lifestyle modifications for improved heart health.

 

Advanced Cardiac Facilities at GS Hospital:

GS Hospital is distinguished as a leading provider of cardiac care in Uttar Pradesh, thanks to its state-of-the-art facilities that cater to the comprehensive needs of patients with heart conditions. The advanced cardiac infrastructure not only enhances treatment outcomes but also ensures that patients receive the highest standard of care in a compassionate environment. Here’s an overview of the key facilities that make GS Hospital a premier choice for cardiac treatment:

1. Advanced Cath Labs:

Cutting-Edge Technology: The catheterization labs at GS Hospital are equipped with the latest technology, enabling advanced procedures such as angiography, angioplasty, and stent placements.

Minimally Invasive Procedures: These labs allow for minimally invasive interventions, which significantly reduce recovery time and minimize risks associated with traditional open-heart surgery.

Expert Interventional Cardiologists: Procedures are performed by a team of skilled interventional cardiologists, ensuring high precision and optimal patient safety during complex cardiac interventions.

 

2. Cardiac Intensive Care Unit (CICU):

24/7 Monitoring: The CICU is a specialized unit designed for the continuous monitoring of critically ill cardiac patients, ensuring immediate response to any changes in their condition.

Highly Trained Staff: The unit is staffed by experienced nurses and cardiac specialists who are dedicated to delivering the highest level of care and support.

Advanced Equipment: Equipped with sophisticated monitoring devices, the CICU can track vital signs and other critical parameters, allowing for timely interventions.

 

3. Non-Invasive Diagnostic Services:

Echocardiography: This advanced imaging technique provides detailed insights into heart function, allowing for accurate diagnosis of various cardiac issues without invasive procedures.

Electrocardiogram (ECG): The ECG is a quick and effective test used to evaluate heart rhythm and electrical activity, helping to identify arrhythmias and other heart-related conditions.

Stress Testing: GS Hospital offers stress testing to assess how the heart performs under physical exertion, which is essential for diagnosing coronary artery disease and other conditions.

 

4. Emergency Cardiac Services:

Dedicated Emergency Team: GS Hospital maintains a specialized emergency team available 24/7 to manage heart attacks, arrhythmias, and other urgent cardiac conditions.

Ambulance Services: The hospital’s ambulance services are equipped with life-saving equipment and staffed by trained paramedics, ensuring that patients receive prompt care during transportation.

Rapid Response Protocols: Streamlined protocols ensure that patients experiencing cardiac emergencies are prioritized for immediate evaluation and treatment upon arrival.

 

Preventing Kidney Stones: What You Can Do:

Preventing kidney stones can be more manageable than you think. With some simple lifestyle adjustments, you can significantly lower your risk of developing painful stones. Here are practical and effective strategies to help you stay kidney-stone-free:

1. Stay Hydrated:

Increase Water Intake: Drinking adequate water daily helps dilute the substances in the urine that could form stones. Aim for at least 8-10 glasses of water each day, or even more if you have a history of kidney stones.

Check Urine Color: A good indicator of proper hydration is the color of your urine. Ideally, it should be light yellow or clear. Darker urine indicates you need more fluids.

Caution with Dehydrating Drinks: Minimize the consumption of sodas, caffeinated beverages, and alcohol, as these can contribute to dehydration and increase the risk of stones.

 

2. Adopt a Kidney-Friendly Diet:

Limit Salt Intake: Excess sodium raises calcium levels in the urine, making stone formation more likely. Avoid salty snacks, processed foods, and high-sodium seasonings.

Balanced Calcium Intake: Ensure you’re getting the right amount of calcium through your diet. Too little calcium can cause oxalate levels to rise, while too much calcium supplementation may increase stone risk.

Reduce Oxalate-Rich Foods: If you are prone to calcium oxalate stones, limit foods high in oxalates, such as spinach, rhubarb, beets, nuts, and chocolate. Pair oxalate-rich foods with calcium-rich foods to help minimize oxalate absorption.

Focus on Plant-Based Proteins: Eating more plant-based proteins, such as legumes and quinoa, can reduce the risk of uric acid stones compared to a high intake of animal proteins.

 

3. Maintain a Healthy Weight:

Regular Exercise: Engaging in regular physical activity can help maintain a healthy weight and reduce the risk of kidney stones. Even moderate exercises like brisk walking, yoga, or swimming are beneficial.

Healthy Eating Habits: Follow a balanced diet rich in fruits, vegetables, whole grains, and lean proteins to avoid obesity, which is a known risk factor for kidney stones.

 

4. Monitor Your Diet Carefully:

Be Aware of High-Purine Foods: For those prone to uric acid stones, it is essential to limit foods high in purines. Avoid red meat, organ meats, shellfish, and certain types of fish, such as sardines and anchovies.

Limit Sugary Foods: High sugar consumption, especially from fructose, is linked to kidney stone formation. Reduce intake of sugary beverages, desserts, and packaged snacks.

Dietary Counseling: Consulting with a healthcare provider or a registered dietitian can be invaluable. They can offer personalized dietary recommendations tailored to your risk factors and health history.

 

Additional Tips:

Stay Active: Physical activity not only helps maintain a healthy weight but also supports overall kidney function.

Regular Check-ups: If you have a history of kidney stones, schedule regular medical check-ups to monitor your kidney health and catch any potential issues early.

By making these lifestyle adjustments, you can greatly reduce the likelihood of developing kidney stones and promote better overall health. The Top Heart Care Hospital in Ghaziabad at GS Hospital, our specialists provide guidance on dietary changes and preventive measures, ensuring comprehensive support for kidney health.

 

Comprehensive Cardiac Treatments at GS Hospital:

GS Hospital stands out in offering an extensive range of specialized cardiac treatments, emphasizing preventive care, minimally invasive interventions, and comprehensive recovery programs. Here is a detailed overview of the cardiac treatment options provided:

1. Preventive Cardiology:

Focus on Prevention: Emphasizes risk assessments and early preventive measures to minimize the likelihood of heart disease.

Lifestyle Guidance: Nutritionists and counselors collaborate with patients to create personalized heart-healthy plans, focusing on balanced diets, stress management, and regular exercise.

Risk Factor Management: Monitors and addresses risk factors like high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and diabetes through tailored strategies.

 

2. Interventional Cardiology:

Minimally Invasive Procedures: Offers advanced treatments like angioplasty, stent placement, and valve repairs to restore heart function with minimal discomfort.

Benefits: These procedures result in quicker recovery times, shorter hospital stays, and reduced complications compared to traditional surgeries.

Expert Care: Performed by skilled interventional cardiologists using state-of-the-art technology for maximum precision.

 

3. Cardiac Surgery:

Bypass Surgery: Performed by experienced cardiac surgeons to address blocked arteries and improve blood flow to the heart.

Valve Replacement and Repair: Corrects malfunctioning heart valves to restore normal heart function and improve patient outcomes.

Congenital Heart Defects: Surgical interventions are available for both pediatric and adult patients with congenital heart anomalies.

 

4. Heart Failure Management:

Holistic Programs: Includes medication management, dietary recommendations, lifestyle changes, and regular monitoring to manage chronic heart failure effectively.

Continuous Support: Patients receive regular follow-ups and comprehensive care to prevent complications and improve quality of life.

 

5. Cardiac Rehabilitation:

Structured Recovery: A multidisciplinary program that includes guided exercise, heart health education, and psychological support to aid recovery post-surgery or heart attack.

Quality of Life: Aims to restore physical fitness, boost confidence, and help patients return to their daily activities safely.

 

What Sets GS Hospital Apart in Cardiac Care?:

GS Hospital distinguishes itself as a leading heart care facility through a comprehensive approach that integrates advanced treatment, innovation, community outreach, and a commitment to holistic patient well-being. Here’s a detailed look at what makes GS Hospital stand out:

1. Holistic Approach to Heart Health:

Comprehensive Care: Cardiac care at GS Hospital addresses not just the physical symptoms but also considers the patient’s mental and emotional well-being. The hospital prioritizes the overall healing experience to ensure long-term recovery and health.

Patient Education: Recognizing the importance of knowledge in managing heart conditions, GS Hospital organizes regular educational workshops and counseling sessions. These initiatives empower patients and their families to make informed lifestyle changes that promote heart health.

Wellness Programs: Customized wellness plans, including stress management techniques, nutritional counseling, and exercise routines, are offered to patients to foster lasting heart health.

 

2. Commitment to Research and Innovation:

Cutting-Edge Research: GS Hospital is dedicated to staying at the forefront of cardiology by investing in ongoing research and development. The medical team continuously explores advancements in cardiac treatments and technologies to enhance patient outcomes.

Clinical Trials: By participating in and hosting clinical trials, GS Hospital ensures patients have access to the most innovative and effective therapies available. This proactive approach benefits patients with complex or difficult-to-treat conditions.

Global Collaborations: The hospital collaborates with top international medical institutions to integrate global best practices and the latest advancements in cardiac care. This partnership helps keep the hospital’s cardiac care protocols up to date.

 

3. Community Heart Health Initiatives:

Public Education and Awareness: Understanding the critical need for heart health awareness, GS Hospital organizes regular heart health camps and educational programs in Ghaziabad and surrounding areas. These initiatives aim to inform the public about preventive measures, early detection, and lifestyle adjustments.

Free and Subsidized Screenings: GS Hospital is committed to serving the community, especially those who are underprivileged. It offers free or low-cost heart health screenings and check-ups, making cardiac care more accessible to all.

Outreach Programs: The hospital frequently engages in outreach activities, providing educational resources, nutritional advice, and wellness strategies to help the community take charge of their cardiovascular health.

 

Conclusion:

Heart health is not something to take lightly, and at GS Hospital, we understand the importance of offering world-class cardiac care. From preventive services and emergency interventions to cutting-edge surgeries and rehabilitation programs, the Top 10 Heart Hospital in Ghaziabad UP like GS Hospital stands out as one of the best heart hospitals in Ghaziabad and Uttar Pradesh. Our team of highly skilled cardiologists, state-of-the-art facilities, and commitment to patient welfare make us the ideal choice for comprehensive cardiac care.

Whether you are looking to manage a heart condition, undergo surgery, or simply take preventive measures, GS Hospital is here to guide you every step of the way. Trust us to care for your heart with expertise and compassion.

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Medical Office Space for Lease in Irvine, CA – Tailored for Healthcare Professionals

Are you a healthcare provider seeking the perfect Irvine Medical Space for Lease? Look no further! This modern, accessible, and patient-friendly property is designed to accommodate medical professionals looking for a flexible, efficient, and attractive workspace. Situated in the heart of Irvine, one of Southern California's most vibrant communities, this medical space offers a strategic location that combines patient convenience, growth opportunities, and a supportive, professional environment.

Key Features of the Medical Office Space

1. Prime Location in Irvine: Located in a bustling area known for its medical and healthcare services, this medical office space is easy to access from major highways, including the I-5 and I-405. The property is centrally positioned near residential neighborhoods and commercial areas, ensuring a steady flow of potential patients. Nearby amenities, such as pharmacies, laboratories, and imaging centers, make it easier for healthcare providers and patients to meet all healthcare needs in one convenient location.

2. Flexible Space Options: This medical office space is available in various layouts and sizes, accommodating individual practitioners as well as larger group practices. The space can be customized to include examination rooms, waiting areas, nurse stations, private offices, and storage areas, all in line with specific practice requirements. Whether you’re a family physician, specialist, or wellness practitioner, this space provides the flexibility to design your office layout to optimize patient care.

3. State-of-the-Art Facilities: The medical office space is equipped with advanced infrastructure to support modern medical equipment and technology. The building offers reliable power, high-speed internet, and specialized plumbing and ventilation systems tailored for medical use. Additionally, the facility is ADA-compliant, ensuring accessibility for all patients, including those with disabilities. The building’s design and materials prioritize cleanliness, safety, and comfort, helping to create a soothing environment for patients.

4. Ample Parking and Patient-Friendly Access: Parking is a critical factor for patients visiting a medical office, and this location delivers. With ample on-site parking, patients can easily find convenient spots, reducing wait times and making visits hassle-free. The facility also offers wheelchair-accessible entrances and elevators, making it easy for patients of all ages and mobility levels to access the office. This patient-centric design enhances your practice’s reputation and improves patient satisfaction.

5. Community and Professional Environment: Leasing this medical office space means joining a community of healthcare professionals. Networking opportunities are abundant, as the building is home to various other medical specialists. Cross-referrals and collaborative care models are encouraged, allowing you to expand your professional reach and provide comprehensive care to your patients. Additionally, Irvine’s supportive healthcare network means access to community resources, professional development, and local patient advocacy groups.

6. Security and Facility Management: The property offers robust security features, including 24/7 surveillance, controlled access, and regular patrols. Professional property management ensures prompt maintenance, repairs, and any other needs, so you can focus on patient care without the worry of facility issues. The building’s cleanliness and upkeep meet the high standards expected of a medical facility, giving patients peace of mind when they visit.

Leasing Information and Contact Details

This Irvine Medical Space for Lease is available for immediate lease, with flexible terms to suit your practice’s needs. Schedule a tour today to explore the possibilities of designing a space tailored to your vision. Our team is available to answer any questions you may have about the leasing process, customization options, and pricing. Don’t miss this opportunity to establish or expand your medical practice in one of California’s most dynamic and healthcare-friendly communities.Contact us today to secure your space and begin providing quality care in an ideal location.

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Discover the Best Vascular Center in Hyderabad: Comprehensive Care for Vascular Health

When it comes to vascular health, finding a trusted and reliable medical center is essential. In Hyderabad, several vascular centers stand out for their excellence in treating various vascular conditions. Among them, one center consistently emerges as a leader, offering state-of-the-art treatments, cutting-edge technology, and expert care. Here’s everything you need to know about why it’s the best vascular center in Hyderabad.

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Why Choose the Best Vascular Center in Hyderabad?

Expert Medical Team

The center is home to a team of highly skilled vascular surgeons and specialists with years of experience in diagnosing and treating vascular diseases. Their expertise covers a wide range of conditions, including varicose veins, deep vein thrombosis (DVT), peripheral artery disease (PAD), and aortic aneurysms.

The doctors are known for their compassionate approach, ensuring every patient receives personalized care tailored to their specific needs.

State-of-the-Art Technology

Advanced technology plays a critical role in diagnosing and treating vascular conditions. The center is equipped with the latest diagnostic tools, including high-resolution ultrasound machines, CT angiography, and digital subtraction angiography, to ensure accurate diagnosis.

Minimally invasive procedures, such as endovenous laser treatment (EVLT), sclerotherapy, and balloon angioplasty, are performed with precision, offering patients quicker recovery times and reduced pain.

Comprehensive Range of Treatments

Varicose Vein Treatments: The center provides advanced solutions like laser treatment, glue treatment, and radiofrequency ablation for varicose veins, helping patients achieve effective and long-lasting results.

Peripheral Artery Disease (PAD) Management: For those dealing with PAD, the center offers treatment options such as angioplasty, stenting, and bypass surgery, ensuring improved blood flow and reduced risk of complications.

Diabetic Foot Care: Specialized care is provided for diabetic patients with foot complications, including wound care, podiatric surgery, and preventive care to avoid severe infections.

Aortic Aneurysm Repair: With expert vascular surgeons on board, the center is proficient in treating complex aortic aneurysms using both open surgical techniques and endovascular repair (EVAR).

Focus on Patient Comfort and Convenience

The center strives to make the patient experience as seamless as possible, offering a friendly environment, easy appointment scheduling, and round-the-clock care. Patients have access to detailed consultations, ensuring they fully understand their condition and treatment options.

With a dedicated team of nurses and staff, the center emphasizes patient comfort, from the initial consultation through the recovery process.

Reputation for Excellence

Over the years, the center has earned a stellar reputation in Hyderabad for its commitment to quality care and positive patient outcomes. Numerous patient testimonials highlight the center’s success in treating complex vascular issues, further solidifying its position as the top choice for vascular health.

Collaborations with leading hospitals and medical professionals have also helped the center stay at the forefront of medical advancements, ensuring patients receive the best possible care. Conditions Treated at the Vascular Center

Varicose Veins and Spider Veins

Deep Vein Thrombosis (DVT)

Peripheral Artery Disease (PAD)

Aortic Aneurysm

Diabetic Foot Complications

Carotid Artery Disease

Vascular Malformations

Non-Healing Ulcers and Wounds Conclusion If you're in search of the best vascular center in Hyderabad, look no further. This center combines medical expertise, cutting-edge technology, and a patient-centric approach to deliver top-quality care for all vascular conditions. Whether you need treatment for varicose veins, PAD, or more complex vascular issues, you can trust that you will receive the highest standard of care.

Taking care of your vascular health is crucial, and choosing the right center can make all the difference. Schedule a consultation today and take the first step towards better vascular health.

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Oriental rugs repair services offers you excellent cleaning services 

Area rugs see a lot of use in your home, dealing with foot traffic, spills, paw prints, and sometimes even glitter from craft projects. The cost of cleaning a rug mainly depends on its size and the type of material. Cleaning a small rug with steam might be inexpensive, but having a large Oriental rug hand-washed by professional oriental rugs repair services could cost more. Professional cleaning services aim to stay ahead of their competition by offering top-notch rug cleaning and carpet repair services. Their consistent quality has earned them a strong reputation in the rug cleaning industry.

How do the professionals carry out the task of rug repair or rug cleaning?  

As you hire professional rug cleaning services, you can rest assured of exceptional cleaning services. The following are the steps that the professional cleaners adopt to carry out rug cleaning or rug repair services: 

Research your area rug

Rug cleaning professionals offering Chinese rugs cleaning carefully examine the surface of each rug for stains, discoloration and damage to rug fibers, fringes and under padding.

The dust storage

Professionals offering oriental rugs repair services have computer-controlled dust machines that ensure that all dust particles and allergens are removed from each rug and filtered with suction.

Pre-treatment

Safe and environmentally friendly pressure washing treatments are pretreated and the rug is soaped prior to being machine washed to ensure strong mineral adhesion to your rug of the on the rugs

Hand washing machine

Rug technicians use powerful pressure washers to loosen the fibers and remove dirt from deep within your rug, followed by an extensive rinse with clean water

Washing machines

They use soft brush pads for Turkish rugs cleaning. It cleans deeply and completely remove any residual mineral and stains without gently damaging your rug in the process.

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Your rug is rolled up and then goes into a powerful centrifuge machine to separate moisture and water, ensuring no dye bleeds through the fibers and ensuring your rug retains its natural color and its weave in the.

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After pushing 90% of the water through the machine, the rugs are immediately transferred to a sealed climate-controlled drying room equipped with industrial fans to ensure a natural best for proper drying of your rugs.

The final analysis

After 12 hours in the drying room, technicians offering oriental rugs repair services perform a final inspection of every inch of the carpet, recording the results and taking pictures before the carpet is refinished and vacuumed in slightly to remove loose fibers

Packaged ready to ship

Once your rug passes the final inspection, it is packaged and conveniently delivered to your doorstep. You don’t have to leave your house to pick up, as they can perform the necessary tasks. 

Advantages of professional rug cleaning services 

Effective cleaning

Professional oriental rugs repair services give you peace of mind knowing that unpleasant odors and dangerous bacteria will return to your area rug. This discourse leaves dawn sound into your field rug  fibers and checks insidious bacterium do  get associate in nursing outcast return. Professionals recommend this enzyme treatment for people with deep stains from pets and high foot traffic.

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Rug cleaning and repair treatment gives you peace of mind knowing that unpleasant odors and dangerous bacteria will return to your area rug. Professionals recommend this professional rug cleaning and repair treatment for people with deep stains from pets and high foot traffic.

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Area rug stain removal may be required if your rug has tricky stains such as greasy oily stains from bodily fluids, food or beverage spills. Professionals offering Chinese rugs cleaning leave pre-spray and be alone minimizing and much all eliminating the mark. If the stain is  stuck to the rug  fibers it will come out with our proven rug stain removal methods.