#assisted living memory care near me

[courtyard01]

Find the Best Memory Care Assisted Living in NJ - Courtyard Luxury Senior Living

Discover unparalleled memory care assisted living in NJ at Courtyard Luxury Senior Living. Our community offers exceptional support and amenities tailored to individuals with memory impairments, ensuring a comfortable and fulfilling lifestyle in a compassionate and secure environment.

[mylivingchoice]

Improve Your Cognition with Memory Care Communities in Akron, Ohio

Aging is the stage when most individuals require memory care services to maintain their cognition disabilities. Choosing a memory care community helps to maintain cognitive well-being among seniors. Are you searching for communities that provide the best memory care in Akron, Ohio? Contact My Living Choice here, you'll find the best memory care communities for your loved one.

[vistagardensmemorycare]

At Vista Gardens Memory Care CA, our care program is based on the most current research and education in the field of aging, including dementia and Alzheimer's disease, mild cognitive impairment (MCI), Parkinson's disease, diabetes, and nephrology. We offer a “full care” program which includes regular visits from physicians, dentists, podiatrists, and psychiatrist. Physical therapists work with our Residents based on doctors’ orders and we have LVN's on staff who can administer insulin injections when needed. We offers top-notch care. If any need of care loved ones, feel free to visit our site for services or talk to our team experts at (760) 295-3900.

[theseniorcare]

5 Reasons Why SOC Is Right Choice for Mom

Essentially we think of shifting the elderly members of our families to an assisted living or facility when we realize that they are not being to take care of themselves. Staying on their own is no more a feasible and safe option.

Even the family becomes inadequate to take control of such a situation. Nobody wants to see an elderly person slipping to dementia thereby not having their medicines properly, not being able to wear clean clothes, not having healthy food, etc. For the immediate family, it becomes an uphill task. Due to lack of expertise, infrastructure, and at times requirement of constant medical monitoring, home is not always the best solution.   

Even when we think of an assisted living there are few doubts that definitely come to our minds, after all, we are entrusting our loved ones to them. Through this blog, we would like to clarify such doubts and ensure our readers as to why we are trusted caregivers for your mom.  Homely atmosphere: Our institute is built on the principle of love and care and we treat each member with utmost sincerity, we make them feel at home. We believe with the comfort of home and emotional well being they will recover much faster 

Trained staff: Our friendly and warm staff are on their toes 24 X 7 to give the best care to your mom so that they are never unattended  

Safety: Safety and security remain our utmost priority. We conduct regular fire drills and comply with all  federal and state-level regulations  

Excellent Medical management system: All our medications are properly audited thrice each day. We maintain a database to regulate all activities to ensure there is no flaw in the system 

Tracking of Activities of Daily Tracking: We have a fantastic system in place to track each of our member’s daily activities. We document all of their habits and patterns which helps us to analyze their state. 

We follow the above methods stringently so that we can come up with an error-free and conclusive report for your mom. 

Source : https://www.serenityofcommerce.com/blog-details?linkname=5-top-benefits-of-the-personal-care-plan

[kingsleyseniorliving]

Perfect Assisted Living Facilities in Canton Mi - Kingsley Senior Living

Kingsley Senior Living provides excellent assisted living facilities in Canton, MI. We are committed to providing exceptional care and support, which means we offer a range of services like a dining experience, housekeeping services, laundry services, on-site health and wellness, and many other specialty programs. We create a secure and comfortable environment for senior residents. Call today to learn more about our community.

[oakleighmacomb]

6 Superfoods That Can Improve Senior Cognitive Health

Discover the top 6 superfoods that can improve senior cognitive health in this article. Learn about the benefits of blueberries, salmon, turmeric, nuts and seeds, green leafy vegetables, and even dark chocolate. Find out how these nutrient-rich foods can support brain function, reduce cognitive decline, and enhance memory. Take advantage of this valuable information to prioritize mental health for seniors. For more information visit website.

[grandbrookgarland]

Grand Brook of Garland/Richardson is a dedicated memory care community with 100% of our staff devoted to caring for individuals with Alzheimer’s and other types of memory loss. Discover why Grand Brook is perfectly suited to care for your loved one. Visit us at grandbrook.com/communities/garland/ or call (972) 530-7700

Visit us at: 5600 N Shiloh Rd, Garland, TX 75044

[seniorcarelove]

How do memory care services benefit seniors?

Everyone needs assistance with household chores as they get older. Moreover, people with memory issues are often forgetful about their personal hygiene and do not take household chores into consideration. Currently, memory care services in the USA are popular as more senior loved ones opt for the service providers to help them with their daily needs.

With memory care services, one can easily enjoy their privacy as well as constant companionship and undivided medical attention. If you are still wondering how memory care services will help your senior loved ones, you have landed on the right page.

This blog will help you understand what memory care services are for.

Assistance with personal hygiene and household chores: Often as a result of dementia, your senior loved ones will need assistance with personal hygiene and daily chores, like meal preparation, doing dishes, or laundry services. If your senior loved ones are often forgetful about their hygiene needs and household chores, this is primarily one of the early signs of dementia or Alzheimer’s disease. 

Moreover, if you are constantly worried about who will take care of your senior loved ones, you can also look for assisted living facilities, which are highly recommended these days. 

Taking care of medical needs: Memory care service providers have got your back if you're worried about the medical needs of your elderly family members. The trained healthcare professionals take care of the medical needs of your loved ones and look after or book the medical appointments, as needed.

Prevents social isolation: As people get older, they tend to become more isolated. In such a scenario, memory care services offer recreational activities that promote social interaction. This doesn’t prevent dementia, but it helps reduce stress and anxiety as a result of it. This promotes physical and mental well-being. 

Provides transportation: Memory care services provide transportation for your senior loved ones. From grocery shopping to medical appointments, trained staff take care of everything. 

Googling ‘assisted living facilities near me’? Contact SeniorCare Love for more details on assisted living facilities or memory care services.

[grandbrookgrandrapids]

Are you searching for a memory care assisted living community near Grand Rapids, Michigan?  Grand Brook Memory Care of Grand Rapids offers exclusive memory care in a trustworthy, loving and secure home environment. Visit: https://grandbrook.com/communities/grand-rapids-michigan/ or call 616-805-5305 for more information. Visit us at:  5281 Wilson Ave. SW, Wyoming, MI 49418, United States  

[honeykaes]

burn in my memories

ayato x retainer! reader II 2.8k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no pronouns, angst, cheating, power imbalance (servant/master), cunnilingus, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, hot spring sex, marking, masturbation, body worship right person wrong time trope, alcohol mention, unedited

synopsis: as ayato prepares to get married, he decides to go on vacation with you, his trusted retainer, to enjoy his last bit of freedom.

The ripples of the water flashing around, filled the space under the moonlight night. Cicadas chirped around as some moths hovered near the doors of the inn, where the light was pouring through.

Warm steam rose to the heavens, leaving your skin dewy while your clothes clung onto your form. You gazed directly at the towering bamboo wall, covering the spring from any wandering eyes hoping to give your lord some modesty.

Your back was turned, hand securely placed at your katana, ensuring any suspects foolish enough to attack your lord in his most vulnerable time would quickly be stricken down.

Your lord, Kamisato Ayato, was someone you had been with for a long time. You washed up on the shores of Inazuma, hacking up seawater and barely conscious, after a storm led to the downfall of the ship you were on. The only thing in your hand was the grains of wet sand clinging to you and the hydro vision tightly gripped. Apparently, the Gods had wanted you to live; gifting you salvation, in the form of a vision for your survival.

After assisting in your recovery, you decided to work as at the Kamisato estate. You worked your way to become a respected retainer. It was surprising when you first found out you weren’t the only foreigner the Kamisatos had taken into this position as you met the blonde, half-Mondstadtan, Thoma. 

Whispers and chatter among the common people echoed through the small island that the Kamisato had a thing for foreigners but Ayato and Ayaka insisted you and Thoma ignore it.

As Thoma focused more on household chores and “darker” tasks, to clean up after the Yashiro Commission,  you primarily worked as a glorified secretary. You assist both siblings with cultural projects and paperwork. 

Still, Ayato made sure you picked up the katana, learning the ways of his sword style, to protect the Kamisatos and the commission

 “I can see you tensing from over here. You need to relax. I know it sounds rather… hypocritical from me, but it’s the truth,” you heard your lord hum across the hot spring. 

You sighed, realizing how rigid your shoulders were, soon relaxing them as you breathed out.

”I still need to be on guard. I’m sure people are aware that the head of the Yashiro Commission took a leave of absence and is traveling for a bit. The hot spring is one of the most vulnerable positions to be in,” you replied.

You heard a heavy sigh part from Ayato’s lips.

”You know, I can take care of myself. Besides, the Shuumatsuban are patrolling in the shadows around the spring and inn as we speak,” he murmured. You could hear water lifting up ripping as he let out another sigh.

”When I taught you the katana, it was to protect yourself and my sister, not me…” His voice trailed off, as his mind was beginning to shift elsewhere. 

This was the first time he had been apart from his sister. As much as his cool exterior claimed he was three steps ahead of everyone else, you knew deep down he was nervous leaving her alone at the estate.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” you insisted. “Plus, your most loyal dog is there protecting her. I have no doubt Thoma would lay down his life to see she is protected.”

Your lighthearted response was met with a grunt from Ayato.

“I’d prefer that wouldn’t happen either, but I appreciate the gesture nonetheless,” he muttered.

His thorns were peeking through. If his trailing off wasn’t about his sister, was it…

”Is this because of your upcoming wedding?”

Ayato fell silent. You could feel the heavy gaze of his eyes staring at your back as you fought the urge to shiver. 

“...Do you know why I took this leave, hm?” Ayato murmured. You could feel his falsely saccharine smile on his lips as he asked you this question.

”No. You’ve never taken a vacation before,” you responded. Ayato let out a half-hearted chuckle, as more splashing echoed out.

”This is probably the last bit of freedom I will enjoy; if you can even call it that. After we return, it’s planning the wedding, the ceremony…making an heir—-continuing the legacy of the Kamisatos, a duty my parents bestowed on me,” he murmured. 

”...It was either go through with this marriage or let my sister fall into that fate. A loveless marriage. I couldn’t bear to see her burdened by that,” he admitted. Before you were stranded in Inazuma 10 years ago, you don’t recall your former nation being this rigid with marriages and politics, but perhaps you were far too removed to realize.

“So you burdened yourself…? Forgive me if this is out of turn but maybe it’s time to move past those rigid rules. You’re the head of the Yashiro commissions, one of the most powerful men in Inazuma, why can’t you just do what you want?—” you asked. 

Your question was interrupted, feeling large wet arms wrap around your waist. Ayatos’s head leaned between your shoulder blades.

”W-What?! My lord!? What are you doing…?!” you stammered out. You would feel the wetness of his hands beginning to dampen and soak through your attire.

“Although Inazuma is becoming more lenient, some things will not change. Although I cannot have the love I desire, at least Ayaka will…” he whispered. His voice was so soft, and vulnerable. Gone was the outward presence of a man who seemed ten steps ahead of everyone else. Gone was the man with a smile no one could decipher.

Left in your wake was a man, grieving his freedom for responsibility.

 Your eyes softened.

”...Ayato…” you muttered, feeling his nails dig deeper as he clung tighter. You dragged your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling softly on it. You weren’t sure what you could say or do to motivate him. 

”This is overstepping, I know, but…for one night, I ask, to be with the person I love, to relish my last bit of freedom with them, to have that memory burned in my mind to keep me going until the day I die….” he called out.

Your lips parted, hearing his voice soon weakened to that of barely a whisper.

” I beg you…please.”

His grip loosened as you remained silent, and finally turned around to face him. A shadow covered his eyes, pale skin dewy from the steam and moisture from the spring. Your hand pillowed against his cheek as he finally looked up. His eyes were somber, as your gaze softened.

”...Then, let this memory stay with us the rest of our lives.”

Water splashes loudly as Ayato stands straight to his full height towering behind you. He leaned in, pressing his lips across your neck as goosebumps rushed down your skin. His hand slowly begins to untie bits of your armor as they crash loudly on the stone ground.

Soon your hakama pools on the floor, immediately dampening from the water sloshed around. You feel his touch begin to focus on disrobing your shitagi. You shivered feeling his large palm trace up the spine of your back as he leaned into your ear.

“Have you always been this sensitive?” he cooed, breath heavy and hot at the nape of your neck. You clicked your tongue in embarrassment before he turned you around— touching your bare hips and pinching the skin. You fought the urge to look past his v-line, trying to keep his mischievous lilac-hued gaze.

“I see you got your confidence back,” you pouted. Ayato's usually cunning smile finally made another appearance before he grabbed your chin, slightly lifting it up.

“I don’t want to wallow in my sorrows when I can focus on making the best of this situation,” he replied. He pressed a chaste kiss on your lips. They were soft as they molded onto your own. His teeth dragged on your bottom lip, nibbling the sensitive muscle. 

He soon leaned back, watching as you shared a new pair of glossy lips once connected with a translucent string of saliva. Ayato leaned back down in the water, on his knees as his hands squeezed against your thighs.

“Sit down for me, will you? I want to enjoy my meal,” he murmured. You quirked your eyebrow in confusion but obeyed. You slowly sank and sat on the wet stone a level above the hot spring, letting part of your legs drape over and dive beneath the water. 

“What do you mean?” you asked. He lets himself between your legs, letting his palms graze up and down the appendage. He soon sank deeper within the pool, getting closer to your core as his nails buried themselves in the flesh of your thighs.

His breath fogged up as he placed a gentle kiss on your clit, as your body shot up from the sudden pleasure. He prodded his tongue out of his mouth, flattening it as he pressed a long stripe against the bundle of nerves. Your fist balled up while crescent moons dug into your palms. His tongue swiped up and a moan reverberated from your lips. 

You quickly cover your mouth to muffle the noises leaking out as Ayato continues his ministrations against your clit. His tongue slowly circled along the nub before letting his lips completely cover it, sucking sharply as your eyes shut tightly. 

The pink muscle soon found itself swiping side-to-slide, rapidly flicking against your clit. Your legs, threatening to close onto his face, were soon captured by Ayato’s hands. He gradually guided them up onto his broad shoulders—allowing him to spread you out wider. 

His mouth quickly made its way to your inner thigh, nibbling and sucking the plush skin, and admired the spot as it changed its hue.  You grabbed onto the edge of the stone to steady yourself, cunt beginning to flutter from the pleasure.  

The vibrations of Ayato’s amused chuckle added to his meticulous ministrations, letting his tongue savor the sweetness of your arousal.  Your folds glistened in a mixture of his saliva and slick as loud slurping noises joined the symphony of cicadas. 

You pressed your thumb against your tongue in a futile attempt to stop your whimpers and cries, hips helplessly grinding against his face. 

“Aya..A—” you stammered out. Your back arch, toes curling towards the heavens and your body quivering in pleasure—signaling your high. Ayato left your throbbing clit with one last kiss before leaning away, letting your tired, sweaty, and damp legs hang back into the warm water of the hot spring.

Your tired eyes looked up as your chest heaved, seeing his flushed expression and mouth smeared with your arousal. His tongue flickered out, lapping up any remaining slick on the corners of his mouth and wiping the rest of it off.

“Ah, ah, ah. You’re tired already?” he hummed. “I thought you said: ‘Let this memory stay with us the rest of our lives’. This doesn’t seem very memorable, hm?” 

You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you lifted your upper form up and let yourself sink into the warm water. Your legs felt shaky, but thankfully the pool was too small for you to struggle with your footing.

“Ayato, I don’t think anyone has eaten me out like that in my entire life,” you sighed, body melting from the warm water. Ayato clicked his tongue.

“Talking about other lovers right now? How cruel you are to me,” he sarcastically replied. He soon turned you around, pinning you to the side of the pool. You could feel his erect cock pressing against the globe on your ass, twitching as it slid between your folds and thighs. 

“...I want this to matter to you as it does to me,” he muttered in your ear, tone deeper and more serious than it was prior. “I want to leave evidence on you that I existed, even if it fades. I will know and cherish these memories.”

His cock lazily thrust, as your lips trembled from his tip gliding across your overstimulated clit. You gyrated your hips against the veins of his cock, hearing his breath hitch. He lifted his hand up, squeezing them against the mounds on your breast. You let a moan out before he stopped thrusting, tapping his cock against the bumble of nerves once more. He leaned in, capturing your earlobe before nibbling on it.

“...It matters to me too. You don’t think I will also be hurt serving a woman married to the man I love? Do what you must. Burn it into my skin and thoughts,” you whispered. “Let my body, mind, and soul know the only person Ayato Kamisato loved was me.”

With a grunt, Ayato sank his cock inside of you. His cock dragged itself against your walls, plunging himself deeper. The waters rippled to his pace across the pool, as the sound of slapping skin was hidden against the sloshing of waves.

He fought the urge to bury his teeth in your neck, feeling your velvety walls massaging this cock—lulling him to plunge as far as he could inside of you. His upper half pressed tightly against your back, leaning your torso down and pinned against the edge of the pool.  

Feeling as though he could go deeper inside of you with this new position, his pace increased as your body swayed helplessly to the rhyme. Ayato’s lips pressed against your neck, trailing quick and soft kisses. His hands wandered throughout your body too, moving up to admire your legs, squeezing against the globe of your ass and sliding across the curves of your side.

It was like his soft touch was trying to memorize any bit of your body he could. A mole or freckle on your back? His tongue lapped at it. A birthmark or discoloration? He peppered kisses across it. A hickey he made? He’d be sure to slightly pinch at the bruised sensitive skin. 

“You don’t know how much I wanted to do that…” he groaned. His hands soon make their way up, hovering above your own slayed out on the side of the pool, weaving his fingers against yours as he pressed against you tighter. His cock drilled itself inside of you, hips bucking widely as his rhythm began to falter. 

He sucked a sharp breath, feeling your walls clamp down urging him to continue rutting inside of you until he spilled every last drop. Your own fingers soon found themselves, rubbing tight circles against your clit, walls fluttering more as you began to ascend. As your voice rose in octave—reaching your second high of the night— Ayato’s face tensed up as you grew tighter and tighter. 

“Fuck…” he grunted, in frustration. He quickly slid out, cock twitching in desperation. He turned you around, pulling you to a passionate and needy kiss. You could still taste the bitter sake on his tongue from dinner. His cock pressed against your tongue, heavy and throbbing and in need of release.

“I wish I could spill myself inside of you, but I can’t risk it no matter how desperate I am to,” he grunted as your lips parted and the two of you caught your breath. Ayato stood up again and your gaze finally looked past his V-line. A small pale blue happy trail greeted you, along with his cock. The member twitched as if it had a mind of its own, flushed in a slight pink hue from the heat and your earlier activities. 

It was longer but thinner than you expected—a hidden mole decorating it. You recalled the one along with his upper thigh, one on his face, and one on his back. You never would’ve guessed he had one there too. 

Noting your gaze, Ayato grabbed onto his cock, pressing his thumb against the tip showing precum beginning to bud and dribble out. His tight grip slid against his length, hips buckling as he began to moan once more.

“Open your mouth,” he breathlessly asked. You swam closer to him, opening your mouth while he pressed his tip against your tongue. You could taste the saltiness, watching his cock twitch as he jerked his cock faster. With a loud moan of your name, Ayato’s half-lidded eyes admired as ropes of his thick cum began to pool on your tongue as you struggled to gather all the spurted out.

He bit the inside of his cheek before combing his hand through his wet hair, clinging to his forehead, and taking deep breaths.

“Now…swallow for me…” he groaned. You saw the smirk creep on his face as he watched your throat bobbed, savoring every drop he gave you. With a relieving sigh, Ayato’s face quickly softened, leaning down and capturing your lips once more. He rested his body against the side of the pool as you leaned against his chest.

His arms wrapped around your form, looking down at you briefly before gazing at the moonlit sky.

“Let’s hope the Gods grant us a never-ending night before we have to wake up and pretend to forget this.”

[courtyard01]

Finding the Best Assisted Living Memory Care Near Me

Discover exceptional assisted living memory care at Courtyard Luxury Senior Living near you. With compassionate staff, tailored care plans, and upscale amenities, we provide a supportive environment where individuals with memory challenges receive personalized attention and dignified care.

[rooksunday]

“you were at the chancellor’s apartment again? protection duty, was it?” general vos asked, in the mild voice he used when he was pretending—badly—to be casual.

he stalked around fox’s poky office while he spoke, dragging his fingers over various surfaces as if checking for dust. honk! wheeled near his heels, blinking in affront at the implication the mouse droid might have neglected its duty.

fox watched the farce from his place by the door. he’d walked in on the scene—thire had commed about the jedi on site in good time for fox to prepare his best unimpressed face—and had stayed to watch the performance. he didn’t know why vos bothered. fox knew that vos knew that fox didn’t fall for the jedi nonsense, yet vos persisted. it was a game, of sorts, that much fox knew, though he remained unclear about all of the rules.

he wouldn’t ask. he knew that rule well enough from time spent with palpatine.

“protection detail, that’s right. the chancellor values the work of the coruscant guard,” fox said, answering vos’ question and attempting to imply that vos wasn’t valuing said work.

fox wasn’t very good at implications but thorn had told him to try. bite back the first and second thing you think. that way you might live to see life day.

alpha-17 had used to say you’re great with the regs, kid, but you’ll be fucked on the field. but then alpha-17 had recommended fox for the guard, so maybe he hadn’t cared either way what happened to fox.

“commander?”

vos had drawn closer. fox needed to pay attention. he focused on the space between vos’ eyebrows and hoped jedi couldn’t sense that kind of thing. fox’s trainers had beaten eye contact into him but time spent in helmets had offered a reprieve fox was shamefully reluctant to give up.

“how can i help you, general?”

“i’d hoped— i’d hoped we could talk.”

“we’re talking now, sir.”

vos smiled. fox didn’t know why.

“we’re saying words,” vos said. he perched one hip on fox’s desk.

more ‘casual’. fox repressed a sigh.

“i don’t— excuse me, sir.” fox glanced down at honk!, who had come to a stop at his boots, and listened to the short complaining trill of binary. loosing the sigh at a more benign target, fox crouched down to pull a twist of decorative flimsi out from between honk!’s wheels, and slipped it into the pouch on his utility belt.

statement: gratitude

query: username: ten-ten requires assistance

fox shook his head and patted honk!’s chassis. “negative.”

honk! whistled a cheerful, derogatory turn, then wheeled off to his next task. fox snorted.

“negative?” vos asked, making fox start. he glanced up to see vos’ expression do something complicated. something soft.

fox straightened to his full height. it wasn’t very impressive, next to vos, but not much about fox was impressive, all told. he’d become used to that.

yet lately—

you have excellent posture, commander.

you offer a unique perspective, commander.

i value your—

“the mouse droid. it had a question, sir,” fox said, speaking much too loudly for the scant space between he and vos, but needing to drown out the gentle, insidious voice of his memory.

“oh? anything i can help with?”

fox shook his head. “nothing to concern yourself with, general. i’m sure you have more important demands on your time than anything you might find here. was there anything i might help you with?” fox couldn’t ask what vos was doing in his office—it wasn’t even fox’s office, just as his armour wasn’t his own, nor his time nor his life—but fox tried to chivvy the general as best he could.

“like i was saying, i’d hoped we could talk.”

“about anything in particular, sir?”

“i wanted to ask about the—“

fox’s comm went off, with the duo-tone sound reserved for only one being, and he raised his hand to pause vos. “excuse me, sir. it’s the chancellor’s office.” reading the message on his vambrace, fox found a summons to the senate. fox acknowledged the message and felt the tension syrup from his shoulders as he did.

was he relieved to leave vos?

or was he relieved that the chancellor needed him again?

“i have to go. perhaps commander 4477 will be able to assist you,” fox said. thire thought the jedi were hilarious, for some reason.

“i’d really hoped—“

“my apologies, sir. the chancellor has summoned me.”

“yeah,” vos muttered, as fox turned to leave. “that’s kind of what i’d hoped to talk about.”

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Unforeseen Reunion | TP Ratchet x Drift/Deadlock | NSFW 18+

Word count: 7000+ 😲

Warnings: Smut ( valve and plug interfacing ), mentions of violence, near death experiance and angst. NSFW 18+.

Notes: So yeah, I lost complete control of myself. Holy crap, I'm impressed with myself. I decided I wanted to go with Prime universe as that's what my hyperfixation went with. I didn't completely focus on canon just so everyone is aware. I had way too much fun with this and I'm so obsessed with these two. Enjoy this work of art you beautiful sinners. 🥰

The crash landing was the sign that his luck had run out. Deadlock had been travelling for far too long, isolated in his barely hanging on ship without contact, that's until he managed to receive a transmission from decepticons. He should've been pleased, yet he didn't feel it, just emptiness.

It wasn't until he hit the earth's atmosphere that his ship decided it had enough, power shut off and he came plummeting towards the earth. He tried gaining control but that failed so he tried contacting the decepticons requesting assistance, but even that was a deadend. No help was coming for him.

Bracing for impact he thought he might have a chance but the rough landing was much harsher than expected, throwing him around and a sharp piece of metal punctured through him, slicing his fuel tank and severed a fuel line. Terrific.

Deadlock manages to get himself out of his piece of scrap ship and take a few steps forward, only to collapse onto the ground with a pained grunt and look down at his servo that held his wounded area to see a lot of energon was leaking from him. He can't help but let out a vented chuckle, convinced this was going to be it for him.

Only managing to get a short distance away from the crash site he couldn't walk anymore and slid his back down against a tree, venting out heavily as if a pressure was lifted from him. He knew though, his systems were struggling, warnings flashing before his optics, it won't be long before he shuts down and slowly offline from bleeding out. One more time he tried making contact but got nothing in return. Either his com links weren't working or they didn't care about him.

There used to be someone in his life who was very dear to him. He saved his life after getting himself hooked up on circuit boosters, gave him a chance, and he stayed with him. He loved him with all his spark, then the war started and that's where it all went wrong.

Eventually he would make choices and every choice has a price. Whether it was worth it or not, Deadlock never wanted to answer that himself.

He was one of Megatron's favourites. He's the one who gave him his new name and grew from that back on cybertron. He thought he was making the right choice, but he was wrong, and he's had to live with that all this time. He became emotionless, making him willing to kill when needed or ordered, leaving a trail of horrors behind which was enough to make any autobot and decepticon worst nightmare.

Now, he was dying, alone. Just as he deserved.

Leaning himself against the tree all he could do was observe his surroundings, take in what might be his last memories. Everything grew weaker, more burned out as his fuel tank pumped harshly to get energon through him, only for it to leak out.

His audios managed to pick up some sounds of a ground bridge. Had they finally decided to show pity and come for him? He onlines his hazy optics only to be met with the end of a blaster and an autobot symbol.

"Oh just my luck." Deadlock manages to say between harsh vents. "An autobot gets to watch me die in my final moments....or, you can take the shot, put me out of my misery?"

"Is that what you want?" Arcee keeps her guard up and weapons ready, not wanting to give him any chance to attack if he was faking.

"Does it matter what I want?"

"No, it doesn't." Bulkhead comes up behind, forcing Deadlock to move his helm up to look at him.

"Well you're a big one." He casually smirks through his pain. "So, what's it going to be? What's the...autobot thing to do?"

Arcee and Bulkhead had been sent to investigate the crash sight after it made impact. They knew it was a decepticon shuttle but weren't sure if it was occupied. Upon arrival it's confirmed. Neither wanted to let their guard down just in case he had any tricks or if the decepticons might show up.

"What do you think?" Bulkhead asks Arcee, unsure what they should do. Letting him die without them helping didn't seem right, but he was a con.

"Let's call Optimus, see what he has to say." Arcee answers.

Deadlock heard the autobot leader's name causing him to let out another vented chuckle. "Your big boss is here? Huh. Alright, call him, see if he has mercy on a filthy con." He was just talking, it's all he can do for his final moments.

While Bulkhead makes the call Arcee keeps her optics on him with her blaster still drawn. "You got a name?"

The big ask. "If I told you...you're going to wish you pulled the trigger." He decided to not say his name. If she found out, she might just pull the trigger on him without hesitation, not that he cared.

"I don't recognize you. You're not someone I've bumped into before, and I remember every bot I have. So who are you?"

"How about you tell me your name first?" Deadlock manages to tilt his helm to the side as he meets her optics, letting out a smirk when all she gives is silence, his pearly white dentas and sharp fangs pressing over his bottom lips. "Yeah...that's what I thought."

Deadlock notices Arcee say something else but it all goes deaf to his audios. He's lost a lot of energon and he knows he's in trouble as things in him start slowly shutting down. He manages to activate his audios again and this is when he hears more voices and steps coming closer. If he was to survive, he wasn't even sure what he'd do next, not anymore.

A part of him did want to be offline. It'll end everything for good, and perhaps give him some peace of mind, not that he deserved it.

"Hey, you still with us?" Bulkhead taps the top of his helm to bring him back, causing him to let out a groan and online again.

"Sort of..." Is his only honest answer.

"Well, today is your lucky day con. Our medic is going to come and patch you up. Try to remember this moment that we helped you." Bulkhead adds firmly for him to think about.

"I'm jumping with joy." Deadlock chuckles dryly, a little energon drops from his mouth as he tastes it flooding in his intake. Yeah, he felt it was too late.

"Drift?"

That voice.

He manages to move his helm back up and his amber optics flickered as he meets the gaze of the ghostly familiar figure standing before the ground. Ratchet. His Ratchet.

"You know him?" Arcee was surprised to hear Ratchet say the decepticons name. But Ratchet couldn't answer, he was frozen, as if he was petrified or enthralled by the very sight of what he thought he lost those years ago.

Deadlock, his given decepticon name, lets out a softly dry laugh that lingers longer with a smile, disbelief and sadness overwhelming his struggling processor. He finally found him.

"Perhaps I am lucky." He says with his wide smile, sharp dentas glittering in under the sunlight. "It's good to see you Ratty."

Under Optimus' orders Ratchet came to patch up the new decepticon before sending him on their way. He was a medic, he treated the wounded, but treating a decepticon was different. He's done it before of course, but not often. Ratchet felt his servos shake as he stood there. Hearing the old pet name made his vents hitch a little and his own emotions boiling up, completely deaf to Arcee as she questions him.

It's not until Deadlock slumps against the tree that Ratchet finally acted. Hurrying forward he came to his side and started to work on him. His wounds were bad, he knew this already just simply looking at him from afar.

"How do you know him?" Arcee repeats coming to the medics side.

"Later." Ratchet's focus was on him. "Let me work."

Neither Bulkhead or Arcee have ever seen Ratchet like this before. Sure, they've seen him sad, angry, annoyed, happy, but this is different.

When he feels his servos against his frame Deadlock lets out a shutter, both relief and pain. He tilts his helm up to get a better look at Ratchet and manages to hold a soft smile that feels foreign to him, he hasn't smiled like that in a very long time. There was a deep history there, and the two went through a lot together, right before he hurt his Ratty. He didn't deserve to be saved, or given a chance. Damage was done.

"Saving your life, again." Ratchet mutters mostly to himself, his own emotions rattled. "Reckless. Stupid. All this time and you're online, still. I'm out of my mind. I should hate you, no, I do hate you, but my spark is aching for you." His voice is low as if he's whispering to himself but Deadlock hears it. "Why did you....How could you...." His words break apart and that hits Deadlock hard.

"I'm sorry." Is all he can whisper, touching Ratchet's working servo and gaining his attention. "I'm sorry....I'm so sorry." Apologising won't fix the past or his choices, but it's the first time he's ever said it to him.

As much as Ratchet is hurting he knew he couldn't lose him again. Whatever happens next will be whether it was too late or not.

"Kids, stay back." Bulkhead hurries through the ground bridge first and warns the kids all hanging around the raised platform along with Agent Fowler and June.

"What's going on?" Raf asks curiously, noticing his worried expression.

"Optimus, he won't listen. Can you talk to him? This is crazy!" Arcee is next feeling enraged about Ratchet's decision.

Ratchet comes through next, carrying a badly wounded Deadlock in his arms with strength no one else had seen him with for a long time.

"You brought a Decepticon back here?" June raises her hand over Raf and makes sure the kids stay behind her. "Ratchet the kids are here!"

"Don't like it, find the door." Ratchet barks back, taking many of them off guard. He ignores everyone and places him on the medical berth, quickly gathering tools to start stabilising him.

Deadlock was hanging close over the edge, everything in him hurt and his processor was swimming wildly. He had no idea where he was, only that Ratchet was with him, and that's all that mattered.

"So cool." Miko comes closer to get a better view. Jack tries to stop her.

"Miko-"

"No way I want to watch!"

Optimus comes closer but stays out of Ratchet's way and stares at the decepticon brought in, his optics widening a little as if something clicked in his processor, and Arcee notices this.

"You know him too. Ratchet called him Drift. Who is that?"

Optimus is quiet before looking at his comrades. "Ratchet knows him. Let him work."

"But-"

"Please, Arcee." Optimus knew just how sensitive this would be for his old friend, and can't imagine but he must be feeling right now.

Arcee finally backs off but that doesn't mean she was alright with this. Most of everyone wasn't. Miko sits on the edge of the lower platform as she watches Ratchet do his magic on the decepticon, a fascination. June only manages to keep Jack and Raf away, still not liking that a decepticon was near the kids base.

"Prime, is this safe?" Agent Fowler questions him quietly. "I get that he's a friend of Ratchet's, but that doesn't change he's a decepticon."

"I understand your concern. But please, I'm asking you all to let Ratchet handle this." Optimus didn't want to explain everything in that moment, respecting Ratchet and hoping everyone will follow the same.

Deadlock was in and out of it for a bit, gold optics flashing repeatedly as Ratchet tried to stop the bleeding and keep him stable. Everything hurt through him, but not as bad as the ache in his spark that throbs with grief for his Ratty. He was saving his life yet again, trying to at least.

"Are you still with me?" Ratchet's tone is more gentle as he hovers over him once he manages to stop the bleeding.

"Ah huh..." He manages to say between heavy vents.

"I need to repair the damage and get energon running through you again. Try to keep still, you're at the start of a long road recovery."

Before he could say anything else, Ratchet had gone to get a few things. Deadlock tilts his helm a little to the side and through his flickering vision he spots something, or someone. The pink is what catches his attention first and gives himself a moment to adjust his vision before it clears up almost.

"Well, you're tiny." He manages to say softly through a short chuckle.

"I might be small, but I can rip your spark out." Miko doesn't hold back.

"I better...stay on your good side than. What are you?"

"What am I? I'm human. The names Miko. You've never seen a human before?"

"Nah, you're the first, Miko."

"What are your first impressions?"

"Well...you did threaten to rip my spark out...so I'm fearful of you." He only meant it as a joke and Miko knew this, and she gave a small smirk at him. She didn't like cons, but this one seems different.

Even Ratchet didn't seem bothered about his interaction with her. June slowly comes closer, Jack and Raf right behind her, still being careful.

"You're Drift, right?" Miko leans her chin against the railing feeling a bit more comfortable to stay.

"Yes." It's Ratchet that answers quickly before Deadlock could. He understood. Meeting his gaze there was that firm and serious blaze he knew all too well from his Ratty. It meant there was going to be no further mention about it.

"Yeah...I'm Drift." Saying the name again after so long felt weird, but guess he'll adjust to it again.

Suddenly, he jolts and groans in pain through clenched dentas as Ratchet wields something into place. It hurts a lot, but at least it doesn’t last too long.

"Could you give me a warning next time?" He vents once it stops.

"Nope." Ratchet answers simply.

He understands.

"How do you two know each other?" It's Raf that bravely asks, mainly both of them.

"We...go way back." Drift answers, optics shifting at the medic at his side. "Ain't that right Ratty?"

"Hm." Ratchet doesn't answer much after hearing his old nickname.

"Ratty?" Miko can't help but smirk at the medic.

"Only he is allowed to call me that." He tells her. No one else ever did.

"He hates it, but I get away with it." Drift smirks lightly before wincing again. "Frag..." Optics manage to cast over at the other autobots standing together outside the bay and staring, most of them looking not too happy causing him to vent out. "Stop."

Ratchet does but only because he's confused. "What?"

"Just...stop. Just...you shouldn't be helping, you know?"

"Do you want to be offline?" Ratchet hits his tool against the table causing the humans the jump and gives an intense stare at Drift. "Do you just want to give up?"

"Your friends don't want to waste resources on a filthy con...I don't deserve it. You...you shouldn't be helping me."

"Well, too bad. You don't get to have a say in what I do, we're well past that. Perhaps you're right about not deserving to be saved, but the only one that gets to decide your fate is me." Ratchet leans closer to Drift, optics burning, before he erupts. "The only way you will be offline is if I allow it, because I'm the only one who has every right to let you bleed out right now! You don't get to decide your fate! I do! Is that understood?!"

His outburst is heard by everyone. Even the humans shrink away a little, never seeing Ratchet this angry before. Something deep was there, but no one knew just how deep.

Drift doesn't flinch. He takes it, accepts Ratchet's rage. He's right, only he has the right to decide what happens next. All he can do is let him do what he wants, he is no longer in control of his fate.

"Understood."

Ratchet lets out a heavy vent and goes back to work on him, only to look up when he feels everyone staring. "What?" He snaps, bothered that everyone was just staring.

"Everyone, let's give them space." Optimus finally says. "Ratchet has work to do." He'll give that privacy to his old friend without distractions.

June leads the kids away and Miko follows to let Ratchet work. Only Optimus understands what Ratchet must be feeling, he knew what Drift meant to him, and knew just what they've both dealt with over the years. The others all had raising questions but at least they weren't hammering either him or Ratchet with them to get answers, and respected what Optimus had said.

It is a long recovery for Drift. Weeks go by, but he is doing better. Ratchet worked hard to repair the damage he received from the crash and make sure his fuel lines were pumping correctly. He worked his magic and did a good job on Drift, never giving up.

"Alright, follow my digit." Ratchet was doing simple tests, everyday he did them, and Drift obeys as his optics follow the moving digit in front of him, clearing and without struggle. "Good. Better today."

Drift was feeling better, both physically and mentally. After being by himself so long it was going to take time adjusting to have others around.

Not the autobots, mainly the humans kept him company. Drift was curious about these organics. Sure, he's come across them before, but not humans. He doesn't mind them.

"Does this mean I'm off bed rest?" Drift asks as he straightens his back. Ratchet shakes his helm with a short chuckle.

"Yeah right. You're clear when I say you're clear. Just because you look and feel better doesn't mean you're fit for duty."

"Duty?

Ratchet stops and looks at him, optics unreadable before venting softly. "You're staying, right?"

It hasn't been something they've talked about really. Drift had no idea what to do next honestly. Since finding Ratchet he didn't want to leave him behind, not again.

"You're here, so I'll stay. Don't think your friends are going to like that though." He didn't think they would welcome him into team prime. "Does that mean I've got to become an autobot?"

"Don't worry about them, I'll handle it. They don't know your decepticon name, yet. I don't want to hear that name ever again. And yes, you'll become an autobot, because I said so."

Drift understands. "Alright." He was willing to do whatever Ratchet wanted. All he wanted was to have him back in his life again, to not throw away his second chance.

"Good. Now, let's have a closer look."

Drift feels Ratchet's servos touch both sides of his cheek platings, examining him further and making sure he didn't miss anything. But Drift slowly leans into the touch, purring, and reaches up to touch them both under his own. The action gets Ratchet's attention and they both stare at one another, the fondness slowly growing as the medic's optics soften.

Ratchet does like the purrs Drift makes, he always did, and hearing it again makes his knees feel weak. Such a strange effect it gives, yet so addictive. It's been so long since he last heard them, causing his feelings to stir wildly. As much as he hated him for his choices, he never stopped loving him.

Neither did Drift. He has a lot of regrets, but the one he'll always carry is he hurt Ratchet. He'll always carry the weight of that.

Leaning closer, Drift presses the front of their helms together, savouring the moment for as long as he can as his optics shutter closed. Ratchet doesn't lean away and lets it happen.

Drift wants to kiss him, and he tries to do this by leaning closer towards his lips, but Ratchet stops him. The moment is gone.

"It's too soon." Ratchet can only whisper, trying to keep his emotions from pouring out. "You left a deep wound, one I could never repair."

Drift knew he deserved that.

"Your injuries aren't the only recovery you'll be going through. There's a lot....between us, that needs time to heal. Won't be simple, but I need time to adjust to this, to trust you again."

"So there's a chance?" Drift held onto that hope.

Ratchet vents softly and caresses his servo against his cheek plating again, running his digit under his optics gently. "I hope so."

That's all Drift needs. "Take your time then."

Optimus gathered everything, even the humans, so they can all listen to what Ratchet has to say. Drift was resting and took this moment to explain some details to his friends. They've all been very patient.

"How's he doing?" It's June that asks, the only one who was kind enough to ask about Drift.

"Doing better. Still recovering, but he's making good progress." Ratchet answers.

He looks up at everyone who stares at him, all focus and attention. His optics glance over at Optimus who was there for him through this. It's time to reveal it.

"Drift and I have a long history, all the way to the time before the war started on cybertron. He hasn't made the best choices in his life, which is why things are messy between us, but he wants to change, make better choices. I'm willing to give him that second chance."

"I understand your concerns." Optimus then jumps in and speaks to everyone. "We both do, but I trust Ratchet to take charge of him, and I believe there's hope for Drift, to become better."

"So he's becoming an autobot?" Jack asked curiously.

"He will. It's a lot to ask but it would be a great help if everyone treated him fairly, so he can settle into this life. He's been alone for a long time without contact, it has affected him, but with time he'll adjust and do better." Ratchet explains.

"Is he like your best friend?" Raf asks innocently.

The medic gives himself a moment before finally saying it. "Drift is my conjunx endura."

"What?' Arcee quirks quickly in surprise.

"You never said you had one!" Bulkhead is just as surprised while Bumblebee lets out a bunch of whirls and beeps along with them.

"Ah, sorry, humans are confused here." Agent Fowler raises his hand. "What's a...conjunx endura?"

"Well, for humans to understand, we're married." Ratchet clarifies.

"What?!"

Ratchet knew this was going to be a shock to everyone, and he'll silently admit he was trying to avoid this moment, but knew that wasn't going to last forever. They had a right to know what Drift meant to him, and what happened.

"Drift comes from a troubled life. He got himself addicted to circuit boosters, drugs for humans to understand, lost himself, and Optimus found him, or at the time he was Orion. He brought him to me where I had my own medical centre, doing what I could for those who were considered lower classes. I saved his life there, and I saw just how lost he looked, so I gave him a choice to stay and help me out, or he could leave. He got clean and stayed, few of the smart choices he's ever made. Over time we grew fond of one another and...well, we ended up together for a long while, fell in love, things were good and we were happy." Ratchet remembers those fond memories with him before he close his optics.

"Than the war started. Megatron approached me, offered me a position as his head medic officer, but I declined. I thought that was it, but I was very wrong. Megatron got to Drift, manipulated his mind, gave him false hope, and he fell for it. The next time I saw him he wore the Decepticon badge. He was already convinced I was going to join him, but I refused. I got angry, expressed my disappointment loudly. The Drift I grew to love left that day and he became stone cold. Megatron gave him the order to destroy the medical centre and he did it, leaving me in ruins. Megatron gives him a new name..." Ratchet went quiet. He couldn't say it, and looks at Optimus, who understands

"Deadlock."

The name rings through the autobots. They all knew that name all too well. The horrors they've heard, the carnage left behind by the same bot that was now in their base.

The humans all take notice of their reactions. "You've heard of that name?"

"The very name that a lot feared." Arcee says to them, voice full of dread. "I never bumped into him, only heard what he had done, and it's nothing good."

"Drift is Deadlock? The very con that Megatron favoured?" Bulkhead struggled to process this.

"Why did Megatron favour him?" Jack sounds worried.

"Because of his lack of emotion, no empathy, and did as he was told without hesitation." Ratchet adds through a shaky vent. "But...he's coming back around, the Drift I know. After what happened, I joined Optimus to try to do what I could for the autobots, all the while trying to silently mend the damage done to my spark. As much as I hated Drift, I never stopped loving him, and always held on some hope he might come back."

"And he did." June says softly, moved by the story he told everyone to have a better understanding of what just happened. Though they were concerned about his past with the decepticons, they understood what Ratchet must be feeling to get his lover back again after so long.

Ratchet lets out a shaky vent and looks at everyone. "I'm willing to forgive for his mistakes, because that's my choice. I need to ask you all to respect our privacy, our past, and for there to be no further questions about Drift's time with the decepticons. Please, don't shut him out, give him a chance, get to know him. He might not be the smartest, and he's made terrible choices, but there is good in him."

"I don't like cons, but he seems...different." Miko perks up, looking over at Bulkhead. "I've gotten to know him a little, he's not so bad. Just have to ignore that history part with the cons."

Bulkhead groaned in displeasement but knew there wasn't really going to be any other way around this. Drift was going to become one of them, so they might as well start opening up to him.

"We'll do that." Arcee then says through a soft vent. "For you Ratchet, we'll give him a chance."

Ratchet feels himself relax a little hearing this. He had a pretty good team here. "Thank you."

Drift is up and walking. He then finds himself facing the autobots and humans, all looking at him as Optimus and Ratchet approach. Least they didn't have weapons drawn on him, it's a start.

Optimus is first to speak. "Drift, we've all talked to one another and Ratchet has informed the others about your bondage with him. It is Ratchet's wish to give you a second chance, for you to leave behind your past with the decepticons and to become one of our own. I ask for you to have zero connections with any decepticon and to prove yourself among our team here."

Drift looks at Ratchet who gives a simple nod at him. This was his chance to fix what he tore apart between them, to show he could be something better. He wanted that.

"Thanks, Optimus. I'll do whatever Ratty says, I don't want to let him down again, or anyone for that matter."

"Ratty?" June can't help but repeat through a small smile.

"None of you are allowed to call me that." Ratchet points at everyone with a firm glare.

"Only I can." Drift sends him a smirk knowing he was right about that.

"I'm going to lay down a few things as well." Ratchet starts as he steps closer towards him. "You'll follow our rules, our ways, no arguments or whining about it. You'll treat everyone here with respect and you'll be treated the same in return. Everything is going to be stripped, your model, colours, nothing that will give any decepticon a hint who you used to be, a complete new look. Understood?"

Drift listens and doesn't hesitate to nod. Like he said, whatever his Ratty wanted. He was in his control now. "Sure, alright." He gives a smile, sharp denta's lightly exposed.

Ratchet stares before pointing. "I'm removing those modified dentas." Drift's smile slips and goes to say something but Ratchet raises his servo. "Nope! They're going. They look ridiculous on you."

Drift vents heavily. Complete new look. "Alright...whatever you want."

"Wow, who are you and what have you done with Drift?" Miko asks the completely new looking robot sitting in the medical bay. She had just arrived with the others. It seemed Ratchet was very serious.

Drift sends the girl a soft smirk, sharp dentas now back to their default model along with most of his amour, colours neutral grey, ready for a new scan and colour.

"Ratchet wasn't kidding." He answers through a gentle chuckle. "But hey, I think it will be good to have something different."

"Something calm." Ratchet points out as he sets up some programs for Drift to scan and choose from. "Soft, nice, you know? Nothing dramatic."

"Ugh, such a control freak." Miko comes up onto the ramp along with the others.

Drift can't help but snicker. He liked humans. They were different, had a lot of character, he grew to like them very quickly in his short time there.

"What colour, Ratty?" Drift asks as he looks through some models.

"That's for you to decide."

"I want what you want."

"I want you to pick yourself. I'm sure you can't mess up on that." Ratchet doesn't mean for that to sound harsh, but it did. Drift shifts his amber optics at him, looking like a wounded feline, and Ratchet vents softly, lowering his voice. "I didn't mean-"

"It's fine." Drift doesn't want him to apologise, so he forces a smile. "I'll pick myself." He says trying to sound positive.

Ratchet nods and leaves him to it.

"Ouch." Miko whispers while hanging over the railing.

"Are things alright between you two?" The youngest Raf asks kindly.

"It's not simple, but it's progress." Drift answers honestly.

For a moment he scans through the new designs before looking up at Ratchet talking with Optimus. His optics scan over him and he smiles. He's picked a colour. Adding the program he scans the new look, his armour shifting colour and shape right in front of the kids to watch, astonished by the change happening before it finishes.

Drift looks at his reflection and smiles more. He looks good, very good. He now holds a very similar colour matching with Ratchet.

"It's a good look." Jack praises.

"You and Ratchet got matching colours now. That's cute." Miko beams.

Drift shifts his optics at Ratchet who is looking at him now, a lingering enchantment holds in his optics as he stares at Drift. They both do indeed share the same colours, a similar design, with Drift only being more slender framed.

"It is cute." Drift sends Ratchet a wink.

Ratchet has to try to cool himself when he sees Drift. He wouldn't say it, but he feels himself heat up at the sight of his long lost mate looking like that. He likes the new look. Clearing his vocals, he nods simply. "Very nice."

Drift doesn't miss the pink hue at his white cheek plating.

Laying on his berth in his given room Drift finds himself staring at the ceiling and letting his processor run over everything that's happened. He was now an autobot, one of team prime. His servo runs over the new symbol over his chest and lets out a soft vent.

It's not that he was disgusted by it, but it does feel foreign still. All this was going to take time to adjust, to move on from his troubled past and do better for him and for Ratchet.

All that time ago, when he hurt him, he lost himself. He became something dark, horrible, one of Megatron's favourites because he did anything he was told. All those memories will forever haunt him, but he hopes he can move past all that and start over with Ratchet. It's all he wants.

The sudden knock at his door jolts him out of his thoughts and goes to open it. He stares at Ratchet who stands on the other side.

"Did I wake you?" Ratchet asks through a soft tone.

"No, recharge is...it's not easy these days." Drift admits.

Ratchet nods lightly. "Can I come in?"

Drift feels his spark thump rapidly as he nods, allowing him to enter and closing the door behind. He watches as Ratchet turns to face him, and there's that struggling look he held, when he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

Drift comes closer, calmly stepping in front of him and trying to look into his optics. He can feel the heat radiating from his charris that he wants to touch, but holds back.

"I wanted to see you." Ratchet manages to say. "I...I just want to be with you." Hearing this makes Drift smile, only for it to slip away hearing his next words. "But I'm scared you're going to hurt me again."

"I know." Drift knows he hurt him badly, he'll never forget that. "And...I'm scared you're never going to stop hating me."

"I don't hate you. I'm just trying to trust you again."

"What can I do?" Drift doesn't know himself. "Tell me what to do."

"No." Ratchet shakes his helm, face hardening. "I want you to decide for yourself, not what I or anyone else tells you." On his own free will, not in control.

Drift gets it now. So, he does that. He touches his face plating, running his digits across and savouring the warm feeling, before closing the distance and kissing him gently.

The kiss is simple and short, but it's what Drift wants, what Ratchet wants. It's broken for just a mere moment before Drift dives in again, slowly deepening it as he slides his servos across Ratchet's shoulders and running behind his neck. Without holding back anymore ratchet consumes the kiss they share and backs him back against the berth, leaning over and pressing himself between his thighs as their lingering heated moans fill the room.

"I've missed you." Ratchet manages to whisper between kisses. "Primus...I've missed you so much."

"I'm here, I'm right here, and I'm never leaving you." Drift says before he retracts his panel, revealing his already soaking valve and the housing opens for his spike to throb out. "Please, Ratty, I need you inside me."

Climbing up over him, Ratchet retracts his panel and his throbbing spike emerges from its housing. He rubs himself against Drift, sliding between the lips of his valve, catching his sensitive node with each thrust. Drift throws his helm back against the berth and wraps his legs tightly around his waist, tugging him close and eager to get him inside.

Finally, Ratchet sinks in, groaning lowly as his spike fills Drift, feeling every ridge running against his inner walls, all the while Drift arches his back as he's filled so perfectly, mouth open as he mewls lowly. He missed this, he missed Ratchet.

Ratchet holds himself up as best he could over Drift before he sets a pace, thrusting his hips against Drift while grunting and venting heavily.

"Ratty, so good, so fragging good!" Drift chants as he holds onto him, clenching his valve around his thickness while running his servos along Ratchet's arms.

However, Ratchet makes a blunt noise, as if he's trying something but is struggling, right before he stops moving and lets out an annoyed heavy vent.

"What's wrong?" Drift vents densely as he feels Ratchet's hesitation and tries to avoid his lingering stare, removing himself from his valve as he backs up. "Hey, hey, Ratty, talk to me. D-did I do something wrong?" He touches his face plating and watches as Ratchet's optics shutter closes and leans into his touch.

"No, no, you did nothing wrong. It's me."

"What do you mean?" Drift shifts closer, placing his other servo over his shoulder and listening to whatever he might want to say.

"It's embarrassing." Ratchet rolls his helm a little. Though he knew Drift wasn't going to let this slide, the concern hanging over his face causing him to vent once more. "I'm old. My stamina isn't what it use to be."

Realization hits Drift. So that's it. He can't hold back a smile.

"Don't you dare laugh." Ratchet warns but this only causes Drift to giggle lightly. "It's not funny."

"I'm not laughing." Drift only fails as he continues to giggle.

"Stop that, you're still laughing."

"I'm not, I'm not." Drift forces himself to calm down and bit back his smile before caressing his face. "Ratty, it's alright. Don't worry about it." Leaning close he kisses him gently. "How about you let me on top? Let me take care of you."

Drift gently pushes Ratchet onto the berth and has him lay down before straddling his lap, thighs trapping against his waist while his exposed valve rubs along Ratchet's throbbing spike, causing soft moans to leave from both of them. Drift hovers closer towards Ratchet's face with a tender smile.

"You always took care of me, now it's my turn to take care of you." Leaning closer, Drift kisses him, letting it linger before gently pushing his glossa inside, coiling with Ratchet's.

Positioning himself he sinks back down onto Ratchet's thick spike and starts to ride him, rolling his hips slowly, rocking himself and riding his spike slowly.

Ratchet moves his servos to his waist, gripping his digits into his soft armour while keeping the kiss deep between them, letting out short moans and feeling more comfortable like this.

Drift vents softly into the kiss, letting out short muffled moans as he sucks at Ratchet's glossa, clenching in sync with his movements as he rides him. He moves his servo between them and he starts to stroke himself, rubbing his tip gently before pumping his servo over, arousal and pleasure quickly boiling between them.

"Drift...Primus....you're so tight." Ratchet gently praises between heated moans against his lips.

"Ratty, oh Ratty! I feel so full, filling me so good." Drift presses his forehead against Ratchet's, keeping close while riding his thick spike buried deep in his valve, rubbing against his ceiling node while Ratchet takes over to stroke Drift's cable then.

Moments like these were dreamed between the two over their time apart from each other. So much war, hate, and now reunited, lost in the moment as if nothing happened.

Drift holds a firmer grip, throwing his weight down over again more firmly, clenching around the perfectly ridged spike throbbing in his valve and rubbing against his inner walls. Moans grew more feral between the two as Ratchet kept his moving servo around Drift, feeling ever twitch and transfluid coating his digits and along the length, wet sounds growing more louder as fluids start to build and pool

Tossing his helm back, Drift lets out a louder mewl, crying out in bliss as he rides Ratchet's spike more densely. "Frag, Ratty, frag, I won't be able to hold it back!"

"Do it, let yourself go." Ratchet gives the all clear between heated vents, because he too wasn't too far off from overloading either. "Let's do it together, same time."

Drift beams warmly through the intense pleasure boiling through him as he grinds himself down over again, venting and gasping sharply, soon muffled as Ratchet kisses him firmly and feels his spike suddenly erupt deep within him, thick ropes of fluids coating his inner walls with some dripping out. Within a moment he bites his lips and gasps out sharply as his own transfluids coat between him and Ratchet, a pink glow covering over Ratchet's digits as well.

Taking his servo, Drift lifts it up to his mouth and sucks at his digits to clean to fluids, tasting himself and letting out a delightful hum around each of them. Ratchet is always heated and flushed, he didn't think it would be possible to be even more, but he was wrong when Drift did this.

"So beautiful." He whispers, allured by the delightful sight as his cooling fans kick in along with Drift's.

"You're just as pretty." Drift whispers through a luminous smile. "I love you, Ratty. I never stopped loving you. My spark will always belong to you, my beloved."

Ratchet feels his very spark jump at his words. "I love you too, Drift. Always have and always will. We'll make this work, I promise."

Drift ends up snuggled up against Ratchet, tangled under his embrace as he purrs gently against his charris. Ratchet missed that purr, a soothing vibration and sound he always cherished.

"We'll be alright, won't we?" Ratchet asks as he caresses the back of Drift's helm.

"I believe so." He hums lightly, giving him a gentle nuzzle. "You've never loosing me ever again."

"Good."

Neither will ever be apart again.

[theseniorcare]

How SOC Can Make Your Mom at Home

Old age can be a terrorizing and depressing thought for most of us, the challenges get multiplied with signs of memory loss or dementia. It is then that it gets very difficult for family members to take care of the ailing, elderly. An assisted living or facility is quite often the best solution. We take a lot of pride when we say that Serenity of Commerce is the best care provider for your mom and her health conditions. We understand it is a difficult choice for the family to entrust the responsibilities of their mom to an external agency so we doubly assure that we make your mom feel “at home”. 

Built on a sprawling and picturesque setting amidst lush greenery, our institution is an epitome of love and care. We treat each member as our family and welcome them with a warm hug. We ensure the comfort of home and beyond. Our top priority remains safety and security. Our trained staff maintains the best hospitality and medical standards and imparts a homely atmosphere round the clock. 

Apart from the physical and mental well being of your mom, we also take care of their social well being. Make them feel special in every possible way by arranging get-togethers, small picnics, and musical evenings. We believe there is nothing more healing than soaking in the winter sun and enjoying the spring breeze, we make your mom enjoy each season and its varied colors with us. 

At Serenity of Commerce, our main motto remains the overall development and assessment of each member with proper medical aid along with abundant love and care, so that they never miss their homes. The families should also rest assured because they know their mothers are in safe hands.

Source URL : https://www.serenityofcommerce.com/blog-details?linkname=how-soc-can-make-your-mom-at-home

[kingsleyseniorliving]

4 Ways That Seniors Can Improve Their Mental Wellness

Mental health and wellness is just as important as your physical health and wellness. This is no exception for seniors. Maintaining good habits to help protect your mental health may be even more important to seniors than any other age group. How can you get started on your mental health wellness journey? Don't worry. In this post, we describe four ways seniors can improve their mental wellness. For more knowledge, read our blog now.

[oakleighmacomb]

4 Nutritional Benefits of Moving to the Best Assisted Living in Michigan

What is Assisted Living?

Assisted living is a residential option for older adults who need help with everyday tasks like meals, medication management, and physical activities. It's all about promoting independence while providing the necessary care and support.

Assisted Living in Michigan

In Michigan, a variety of top-quality assisted living communities cater to the diverse needs of seniors. But what sets the best assisted living in Michigan apart are their nutritional offerings that significantly contribute to seniors' overall health.

Nutritional Benefit 1: Balanced and Healthy Meals

How Assisted Living Ensures Nutritious Meals

Assisted living facilities in Michigan, like Oakleigh of Macomb, employ professional nutritionists and chefs to prepare meals. These experts understand the dietary needs of seniors and ensure they receive nutrient-dense meals.

Impact of Balanced Meals on Senior Health

Consuming balanced meals contributes to seniors' physical health, supports cognitive function, and boosts their mood and energy levels. It's a cornerstone in maintaining a high quality of life.

Nutritional Benefit 2: Regular and Consistent Meals

Ensuring Consistent Meal Times

Assisted living communities have set meal times, guaranteeing seniors never miss a meal. This consistency aids digestion, maintains blood sugar levels, and supports overall health.

Effects of Regular Meals on Seniors' Health

Regular meals can decrease the risk of various health issues, such as malnutrition, diabetes, and even depression. A consistent eating pattern also fosters a sense of community as residents dine together.

Nutritional Benefit 3: Dietary Needs Catered To

Personalizing Meals for Individual Needs

The best assisted living in Michigan caters to individual dietary needs, whether a resident requires a low-sodium diet, is diabetic, or has food allergies. The culinary team tailors meals to these unique needs.

Benefits of Catered Dietary Needs

Personalized meals ensure seniors receive the necessary nutrients without jeopardizing their health. This level of personalization supports healthier aging and can manage existing conditions more effectively.

Nutritional Benefit 4: Hydration Management

Importance of Hydration for Seniors

Hydration plays a crucial role in seniors' health, affecting everything from digestion to cognitive functions. Seniors, however, often overlook this, making hydration management essential.

Hydration Management in Assisted Living

Assisted living communities ensure seniors stay well-hydrated by offering beverages throughout the day and incorporating foods with high water content into meals.

Choosing the Best Assisted Living in Michigan

Key Factors to Consider

When selecting an assisted living community, consider factors such as staff professionalism, available amenities, and most importantly, the nutritional program.

How Oakleigh of Macomb Stands Out

Oakleigh of Macomb, a reputable assisted living facility, stands out for its commitment to providing nutrient-rich, balanced meals catered to each resident's dietary needs.

Moving to the best assisted living in Michigan, like Oakleigh of Macomb, means gaining access to nutritional benefits tailored to enhance seniors' health and well-being. It's about nurturing a life of comfort, health, and satisfaction for seniors.