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The Benefits Of Hiring A Professional Eviction Service From LDA Pro Legal 

As an owner, haggling with difficult residents can be a stressful and very time-consuming experience. From non-payment of rent to property harm, the problems can quickly add up and lead to economic losses. Hiring a professional eviction service like LDA Pro Legal Can be a game-changer in such situations. In this entire blog, you will explore the benefits of hiring professional eviction services and how LDA Pro Legal can help you navigate the complex process. 

Here Listed Below Are All The Benefits That You Are Going To Receive From LDA Pro Eviction Services 

Complete Knowledge And Experience 

Eviction laws and rules can be complicated and change by state and locality. Without good knowledge, errors evolve inevitably which can lead to expensive delays or even legal repercussions. LDA Pro Legal’s professional eviction service arrives with vast experience in managing evictions and remains up-to-date on the most delinquent laws and rules. By hiring their assistance, you can ensure that the eviction procedure is handled correctly and efficiently. 

Time-Saving 

Expelling a tenant is a very time-consuming procedure, it needs numerous notices, Court builds, and paperwork. By Hiring LDA Pro Legal, You can keep time and concentrate on more critical aspects of your business or private life. Their team will manage all aspects of the eviction process. From beginning to finish, allowing you to regain control of your property quickly.

Suppress Stress 

Handling with difficult tenants can be emotionally exhausting. Hiring skilled eviction assistance like LDA Pro Legal can assist relieve stress and stress. Their level of professional paralegals will manage all communication with the resident, including information and court builds, allowing you to keep a safe distance. 

Improved Efficiency 

LDA Pro Legal’s team has the help and expertise to take evictions fast and efficiently. They will guarantee that all required paperwork is filed accurately and on time, lowering the risk of uncertainties or errors. 

Cost Savings 

While appointing an experienced removal assistant may seem like an extra cost, it can save you money in the long run. By managing the eviction function accurately and efficiently, LDA Pro Legal can Help underestimate losses due to non-payment of rent or property damage. 

Professional Representation 

LDA Pro Legal’s team will put you in court, confirming that your requests as a landlord or property owner are protected. Their experienced representation can help you avoid costly mistakes and ensure a successful outcome. 

Customized Solutions 

Every removal situation is amazing, and LDA Pro Legal understands this. They will work with you to develop a customized solution that meets all your legal-specific needs and goals. 

Hiring a professional eviction service like LDA Pro Legal can be a wise decision for landlords and property owners dealing with problematic tenants. Their expert knowledge, time-saving services, reduced stress, increased efficiency, and cost-savings make them an invaluable resource in navigating the complex eviction process. If you find this blog useful then do visit our official website today and explore more about our other services like the flawless drafting of eviction notice in California from our professionals.

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still endlessly jealous of my dad's apartment's balcony he had. no one who lived there ever used it and when he was letting me stay on his couch for awhile i was always out there. i miss it a lot. it was large enough that it couldve been my room (i suggested getting a hammock for me to just sleep outside and they were like absolutely not they will see you and we'll get in trouble for you. lol)

it was cool but old and honestly kinda dangerous (missing boards). that apartment itself was unique in that his roommate lived there for his entire life (the man was 60+), so the rent was cheap and the balcony was HUGE for what the apartments around him were. it was as long as the entire unit. none of the other units seemed to have this type of balcony

the balcony had a lot of old hooks and nails still on it from when the roommate's brother used to hang plants up there (before he moved out and my dad moved in) i miss it. i loved that balcony.

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Everything You Should Know About The Eviction Notice And Its Importance 

Hey! It's overwhelming to reclaim possession of a property by issuing an eviction notice. Understanding the key prospects of the eviction papers is crucial, whether you are a landlord dealing with tenant issues or a tenant facing a potential eviction. Our paralegals at LDA Pro Legal are dedicated to offering thorough advice and support in the area of eviction paperwork. We will go over the importance of eviction notices, how many types there are, and how the paralegals at LDA Pro will assist you throughout the entire eviction process throughout the entire blog. So continue to read this blog without skipping a single line. 

What do you mean by an Eviction notice? 

A landlord may give a tenant an eviction notice as a type of legal notice requesting that they leave the property. It serves as a formal notice of the landlord's intention to terminate the tenancy and retake possession of the property. Usually, there is a specific law and set of regulations that apply to eviction papers, which differ from state to state. 

Now that you have a clear idea about eviction papers and what purpose they serve, let's explore how many types of eviction papers there are. 

Types Of Eviction Notices

3  Day Notice To Pay Rent Or Quit

When a tenant does not pay their rent on time, they are given this kind of notice. It gives the tenant three days to pay the full amount of rent or vacate the property. 

30-Day Eviction Notice California 

This kind of notice is frequently used for month-to-month leases; it typically gives the tenant 30 days to leave the premises. 

Legal Eviction Notices In California 

It is a general term that covers a wide range of eviction notices sent out in accordance with California law. 

Month-To-Month Rental Eviction Notices 

This type of notice remains very specific to month-to-month tenancies and it informs the tenant about the landlord's decision to terminate the tenancy

Now Let's Discuss The Importance Of Eviction Notices 

Adherence To The Law And Due Process 

An eviction notice has to be given in order to adhere to the law and guarantee fairness. Eviction notices guarantee that tenants receive adequate notice before their tenancy ends, giving them time to address any problems or make the necessary arrangements.

Protection Of The Landlord's Rights 

The landlords' rights to their property are protected thanks to the eviction notices. These notices lay out a precise and formal procedure for dealing with problems with tenants and, if necessary, regaining ownership of the property.

 Provides Expert Guidance On Eviction

The paralegals at LDA Pro-Legal offer professional advice on preapproval and serving the three-day notice of rent payment or termination. Our experts make sure that the legal notice is perfectly written and complies with all deadlines and legal requirements. So here are the complete details about the Eviction Notice and its importance. And if you have found this blog helpful, then do visit our official website and explore our paralegals for hire to sort out your other legal cases very easily.

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a misfortune | (mechanic!harry part 1)

Okay, so here is my version of the grumpy!harry x sunshine!yn trope. I had midterms so this got a bit late! Sorry! I don't rhink you waited for my shitty writing, but here it is (forcefully)

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Summary: Harry is a grumpy asshole, but he is also a mechanic that you are in desperate need of. Sunshine!reader x Grumpy! harry trope

Word Count: ~2k

8 hours.

That's how long you've been in the backseat of your car, and chewing on your already swollen nails. All your belongings, from clothes to your oversized makeup bag, toiletries, blankets, bedsheets, and even your electronic gadgets, are crammed beside you on the backseat. Your life has spiraled into chaos because your landlord has kicked you out.

Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you recall the moments that have led you to this bleak situation. It isn't fair, which is something you think. That isn't true though. You haven't paid your proper rent in nearly six months, frequently stumbling home at obnoxious hours, blasting loud music when you were drunk and high, and you hadn't even bothered to check the 15-day eviction notice that arrived almost 20 days ago. So, yes, your landlord had every right to kick you out.

You were irresponsible, reckless, and didn't give two cares until you became homeless. With your car serving as an unwelcome shelter, you realize you should have been more responsible. You should have cared more about your living situation before it all came crashing down on you. If only you had taken your life more seriously, you wouldn't be stuck in your car on this cold, lonely night.

It was the beginning of November, and you had so many plans about decorating your small apartment. You had fetched out the Christmas lights too, planning on hanging them out the following weekend. The memory of those festive plans, the warmth of the holiday spirit, now feels like a distant dream.

You wipe away your tears, but they keep flowing. You shift some of your stuff down on the floor of the car to make some space to sleep in. You curl up into yourself in the small space, and after a few more tears, you're finally asleep.

You're woken by harsh knocks on your window. You try to open your eyes, but the sunlight pouring in through the window is so blinding that you have to squint and shield your face with your hand.

It's a man, who looks angry at you. You roll down the window a bit so you can hear what he's saying.

“Could you move your car out of here, please?”

You rub your eyes and finally get a look at your surroundings, and you see that you've basically parked at the entrance of a house.

“Yeah-yeah. I will. Sorry,” you grunt with a raspy voice, and he goes back inside.

You quickly fix your clothes and your hair, and grabbed the car keys from your pocket. Opening the door, you got out of the backseat and got back out front.

Pushing the key in, you turned it, but the engine didn’t start. You tried it again and again, biut all in vain.

Great.

Just fucking great.

Now even your car had given up on you.

You felt like crying all over again, this was all so heartbreaking. You had to get the car checked almost two months ago, when the check engine light had started to blink first.

You pulled out your phone and searched for a nearby garage. Hopefully, there was one that was 2 blocks away. But that meant you wouyld have to push your car two blocks.

You could also call a tow service, but that would take money, and money was something you were running short on.

With a loud sigh, you switched the handbrake on, and got out of the car.

Rolling up your sleeves, you started to push it. The car was so heavy, and you managed a good 200 meters, before you were sweating profusely, and almost gave up, putting your hands on your knees and breathing loudly.

A kind man offered to help, and thank lord he did. With lots of struggle and a good 15 minutes, you were finally able to reach the garage.

Quick Fix Auto

You read the garage name, before lockiong your car and walking in. It was still 8 pm, so you doubted getting any help at this hour.

“Hello?”

You called out tentatively as you entered the garage and walked further into the shop, past the cars and vehicles scattered out front. Hopefully, a second voice would call you back, or you would have had to wait for someone to come in.

“Yeah, I’m a bit busy. Be out in a minute,” the voice replied. It sounded British and thickly laced with an accent. You couldn't help but think that now a gorgeous British guy would see your horrible car, which was also your home, all wrecked up and messed up due to negligence. Bonus points to you for not even washing your face after waking up.

You briefly contemplated running away and finding another garage with an old mechanic. However, you realized you physically wouldn't have been able to do that. So, you took a deep breath, preparing to face the embarrassment and potential humiliation.

After a few moments, he came out, and boy, was he gorgeous. A white headband held his thick hair back, and below that was a beautifully shaped face with green eyes. His tan hands were covered in a bit of grease, and he had tools hanging from his upturned waistband.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, and you gulped hard, snapping back to reality from admiring his physique. Boy, was he pretty.

“Oh, um... I tried to start my car this morning, but it won’t start.”

“And what’s the issue? The battery is out, fuel is down?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I came here.”

“Jeez, your breath smells terrible. Alright, let me have a look at it. Keys?”

He extended his hand to take your keys while looking into your eyes. You squinted at him for his rude remark, then handed him the keys.

“You don’t have to be so rude, you know.”

He kept walking, ignoring your comment. As he reached your car, he stopped in his tracks when he saw your belongings inside it. He turned back to look at you, and you frowned. Eye bags, dark circles under your eyes, a sad face, and you hadn't even washed your face; you had to rush to get your car fixed. You were in bad shape.

He decided to draw a line and not throw questions at you. He opened your car and took a look inside, noticing that the check engine light was on.

“How long has this been on for?”

“Oh, that. Yeah, about... 2 months?”

He slumped his shoulders and came back out, walking to yhe front and opening the hood of the car. As soon as it went up, a big cloud of smoke escaped.

“Fuck. What did you do?”

He coughed a bit, taking a step back to let the smoke dissipate. You felt even more humiliated than before, but he seemed more focused on the issue with your car than making further remarks about your condition.

“Alright. So, this is not going to get fixed in a short while. It’s going to take atlest 2 days.”

“No! Where will I live?”

You exclaimed loudly, and his eyes widened.

You could book a hotel?”

“I don’t have money.”

“A motel?”

“How will I reach one? Most of them are out of town.”

“Right, so you could still sleep in it at night, but I lock the garage at 11. So, you will have to park it outside.”

She nodded her head, and he still felt bad for her.

“I’m Harry, by the way”

He extended the same grease-stained hand again, and she complied, shaking hands with him.

"I'm Yn." she said.

"There’s a bathroom at the back. You can clean up there if you want to. My staff comes in at 9, so you still have about half an hour."

She smiled at his kind offer. He might be rude and grumpy, but he wasn't a bad person.

"Thank you, Harry. I really appreciate it."

"Oh that's okay. But, you do have money to pay for your car, right?"

You did a quick calculation in your mind, and quickly came to the conclusion that you didn't have even that money.

"No, but- listen to me! My payday is here, so I'm gonna get paid soon. I have to buy few supplies first, and then I promise I will pay you as soon as possible. I'll borrow money from my friends."

"As long as I get paid, I don't care where you get the money from."

And the grumpiness was back.

"Okay! Can I go in?"

"Sure. Be my guest."

You got some stuff from the car and went inside the garage. walking all the way to the back, and finding the washroom. You locked the door and cleaned yourself up.

Meanwhile, Harry took a look at your car.

It was in a bad condition. it hadn't been serviced in over two years, and the engine oil hadn't been replaced in so long. The battery was old too. A lot of work had to be done. and he had no idea how he would manage when you literally lived in the car.

Meanwhile, you were happy to have gotten a place to brush and bathe. Initially, you thought you would have to go to a cafe or restaurant, and brushing and bathing there would’ve been embarrassing. Even though embarrassment and humiliation were your best friends now.

You walked out in clean clothes a while later. and saw your car standing at the same place, with no sign of Harry. You searched for him again, and found him at the back, working on the same car he had been in when you had arrived.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Why aren't you working on my car?"

He slid out from the bottom of the car, before replying, "I have other jobs too. First come, first serve. Plus, this one paid me in advance."

You frowned and flared at his words, and decided to deal with him later.

"So, can I take it, then? I have to go to work."

"No, I will work on it in the afternoon."

"Then how the hell am I supposed to reach work?"

"Many options, by foot, take the bus, order an Uber, Oh! Sorry! I forgot you didn't have money."

He mocked you once again, and this time, you seriously wanted to punch him across the face. Maybe you would, once your car was done. But right now, you have priorities.

"Alright, fine. But my stuff is in the car."

"Chill. Nobody's gonna take it. They might give things to you, though."

You rolled your eyes again, and went back to your car. Why did he have to be such a dick?

Gathering your bag, you stuffed your valuables, leaving only clothes and heavy articles behind. You shifted it to one corner, and draped a huge sheet to cover it.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

And once again, that grumpy asshole ignored you.

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18+ Pining

Bucky wasn’t sure if it was his memory or just his imagination, but he always found you intriguing. He was sure that you would be able to entertain him for hours on end, even though the chances that you would talk to him were pretty bleak. Steve was the only one who had noticed and Bucky was glad that he had kept his comments to himself, even when he had caught Bucky’s blue eyes constantly searching for your presence, lingering over you when he finally found you.

But of late, you had been invading his mind more often than not. You occupied his waking thoughts and penetrated his dreams. The first time you had visited his dreams, it had been relatively innocent, standing in front of him in a yellow summer dress accentuating your perfectly toned figure. He had woken with a gasp and his cock pointing to the ceiling. Why did it have to be you?

Bucky had seen you working out with the other SHIELD agents, training, lifting, sparring with your colleagues. Your movements were akin to water, the fluidity with which you ducked and weaved, he wondered how you would move on top of him. How he longed to know what he would find under that tiny tank top you sported, under the lycra material which clung to your hips and thighs.

Since he had found you in the gym alone, training alone, he had started avoiding those times, instead he chose to use it in the wee hours of the morning or late into the night. Anything to try and shake you from his consciousness and evict you from his lucid dreams. A part of him wanted to hate you, ever since he had met you, a feeling of loneliness snaked into his heart, how it lingered under his skin. Every thought of you, every dream, he knew one day he wouldn’t be able to stop himself, and then there would be no going back.

Bucky growled quietly, but not quietly enough for him to go completely unnoticed. Several agents, including Steve, turned to glance at him. Steve shot him a warning glance but Bucky only scowled back at him. Of all the briefings Steve had forced him to attend, why did it have to be you leading it? The way you stood in the spotlight, you were literally shining. Your voice was as sweet as nectar, your skin glowed under the fluorescent beams of the meeting room and your smile dazzled everyone in the room into an enchanted silence. Why was the strain in his pants becoming so unbearable?

He was lucky his services weren’t required and he was the first to leave the meeting room, a scowl etched across his features and briefing file pressed against his crotch. He was so intent on his departure, that he missed the way Steve rolled his eyes at him and the look of shock and disappointment on your face.

Once locked in the safety of his quarters, Bucky slid his right arm under his shirt, fingertips grazing his lower abdomen. He hesitated for a few moments before pushing his hand into his pants and curling his digits around his sizable length. He was free to let out the groan of frustration. His tongue moistened the corners of his mouth, held gently between his teeth as he concentrated on freeing his cock from its restraints. He was almost shocked by the clear viscous fluid that was coating the swollen head of his cock. Almost. His lips turned up at the edges as he took his thumb and smeared the precum over his growing length.

“Fuck,” he grunted, finding a little relief to the tension that had been building inside him. He palmed himself roughly, closing his eyes, trying to imagine that it's your silky walls sheathing his member, rather than the reality of his calloused hand pumping it over and over. He pushed his pants down over his knees with his vibranium hand, letting him spread his legs. Better access to himself as he swiped through memories of you in his mind. Flicking from that time you had smiled at him, another when your fingers had brushed his when Steve had asked you to hand him a mission brief, that time he had watched your sparring session. That was it, that was the one!

The way you pinned your opponent to the ground. He was twice your size. You held his hands down and Bucky’s cock had twitched when he saw how your thighs gripped his. His insides burning with envy, he wanted to know how you felt and now he used that recollection to fabricate his fantasy. Bucky's restraint was wavering, his bottom lip buried between his teeth as stifled moans emanated from his mouth.

He could practically see your perky rounded breasts floating in front of him. What he wouldn't give to reach out and knead them in his palms, to taste your nipples, to have you pressed against his chest. Bucky groaned, thrusting his hips upwards into his hand, if only it was you he was pushing up into. He imagined the whimpers and moans you would make as he hit all the right places. Oh, to hear his name tumble from your lips!

Bucky's breaths were shallow now, panting furiously as his orgasm approached. He had lost all his inhibitions, becoming more vocal about his desires.

“Oh fuck, Doll, just like that. Look how beautiful you are. I love you like this.”

It was the image of your eyes, the thought of looking into them, it sent him over the edge. His hand pumping, chest heaving and eyes squeezed shut as the all too familiar coil in his center snapped, sending him reeling. His movements slowed, sloppier than they had been as his body relaxed and spurts of milky white elixir erupted from his cock and painted his chiseled abs.

Bucky took a few moments to regain his composure, a feeling of unease settling in his chest. Maybe one day you wouldn't be just a fantasy.

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Dear Friends, Family, and Community,

I hope this message finds you well. I'm reaching out to you today with a heavy heart and a sense of desperation. My bestfriend and I are facing the imminent threat of homelessness due to an eviction notice we received. We have no family to lean on.

Despite our best efforts to stay afloat, circumstances beyond our control have left us in this dire situation. We are losing the roof over our heads, and the thought of being on the streets is terrifying. We have days left. We are on many wait lists for our area, everything is full with at least 60+ person waitlist. With what little money we already have we are trying to find a place. We have already contacted many homeless shelters and they are full here in our town and the next.

This means our only options for us and my ESA's is a hotel and thats if we can find one we can afford and alloweds cats. My roomie was fired over a issue at work after making a conplant about the manager. Im between jobs from not being able to afford my antidepression meds. i have two jobs lined up but no word back on any start dates. We dont have service and are using public free wifi to check emails. 

I'm turning to you, the community, for support in any way possible. If you can spare even a small amount, it would mean the world to us. Whether it's a dollar, five dollars, or any amount you can manage, every contribution counts and will go directly towards helping us secure stable housing.

If you're able to donate, you can send funds to my Cash App at https://cash.app/$LexieBean00 . Your generosity will not be forgotten, and we will be forever grateful for your kindness during this challenging time.

Even if you're unable to contribute financially, your moral support and words of encouragement mean a great deal to us. Sharing our story with others who may be able to help is also incredibly valuable. Please at least reblog, boost anything.

(Im willing to sell pictures of myself if thats what keeps us off the street so anyone please)

Thank you for taking the time to read this message and for considering how you can assist us.

With heartfelt gratitude. Thank you

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Din Djarin/Reader | 3.4k | Rated E | afab reader, no y/n, modern setting, voyeurism, accidental voyeurism, masturbation, mutual masturbation (technically), pining, neighbors to lovers, single parent Din Djarin, slight/vague age difference, slight mention of blood, Din is lonely and doesn’t want to admit it

Din is not excited about getting a new neighbor.

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Modern Din/Scholar!Reader

a/n: Technically the same scholar!reader as in my other fics. This can be read alone/separately.

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The first emotion Din has when he sees the building manager changing the lock on the apartment door is idle confusion, which is then replaced with annoyance. Changing locks means that someone is moving in next door.

Din likes his privacy. He likes the security of being the only person living on this floor. He chose this complex over all others because it was in a part of the city that didn’t get a lot of traffic and it was within walking distance to Grogu’s daycare. It wasn’t fancy, but it suited him just fine.

His last neighbors had been a couple who liked to watch the television on the highest setting and then have competitions on who could scream the loudest over it. Thankfully they had moved - or been evicted, he wasn’t sure - and it had been blissfully silent ever since.

That was about to change though, he thought sullenly. The local university had recently announced a housing crisis, so college-aged students were moving in all over the city. This area was near enough to the train station and had cheap enough rent that he knew it was only a matter of time before he had rowdy young adults to deal with, keeping him and Grogu up all through the night and leaving trash everywhere.

“‘Mornin,” the building manager grunted at Din, pulling himself up with a huff. Din nodded shortly in response, trying to get his key into the lock as quickly as he could to avoid talking.

“Yer gettin’ a new neighbor,” the man continued, obviously not perturbed by Din’s lack of interest in holding a conversation. “Though you probably figured that out yourself.”

“Great,” Din muttered, finally getting the key into his lock and letting himself into his apartment. “Can’t kriffing wait.”

—

It’s a few more days before his new neighbor moves in - long enough for Din to just start hoping that maybe no one will be coming after all. Those hopes are dashed one late summer afternoon when he returns home, Grogu in tow, to see a mountain of boxes stacked outside the apartment next to his.

He eyes them, trying to get a clue of who the incoming nuisance might be. All the boxes are packed neatly, not giving away much about whom they belong to.

“Da!” Grogu points at the boxes, big eyes wide with interest. He’s been going through a phase where he loves opening things and pulling everything inside out for his father to put away again.

“No touching,” Din warns him, recognizing the gleam in his eyes. “Come on, let’s go insid-“

“Ah, shit!”

Din looks up to see a stack of cardboard boxes walking toward him. The boxes are dropped heavily onto the ground, revealing a young woman panting from the journey up the stairs with them (the elevator has been ‘out of service’ since before Din moved in, another deterrent to new neighbors that had failed). He pauses, key in his door, curiosity winning out over his desire to retreat.

You haven’t noticed him yet. He watches as you wipe the sweat off your brow with the back of your hand, before leaning down to grab something off the ground. Your outburst must have been from dropping your keys, which you scoop up along with a packet of paperwork he recognizes from when he himself signed the lease for his place.

You’re younger than he expected, but not as young as he was afraid of, Din thinks.

It’s then that you notice him, and he flinches a little at your soft smile. “Hi,” you breathe quickly, still out of breath. “You must be my neighbor.”

“Yeah,” Din replies. Grogu babbles, holding on to his jeans, and Din pats his head protectively. “That’s us.”

You glance down at the child and frown. “Oh cr-my gosh - so sorry for swearing,” you apologize. “In front of your kid.”

“S’fine,” Din waves you off, opening his front door and ushering his curious child inside. “He’s heard worse. See ya.”

“Nice to meet you!” He hears you call out just as he shuts the door. With a sigh, he leans against the dark wood, kicking his shoes off. Grogu drops his backpack and runs to the kitchen table, the new neighbor and her boxes already forgotten in favor of his after-school snack.

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You’re thankfully quiet, for the most part. He can sometimes hear you when he’s sitting in his bedroom - your bedroom and bathroom walls are on the other side. Other than that, and some soft music or television sounds every once in a while, you’re a decent neighbor.

He thinks you’re a student. He’s seen you walk to the train a few times - always to the same line. You have a habit of not coming back until late in the evening, and he wonders if you have friends in the city because you never have guests over. The weeks pass, and Din begins to settle out of his annoyance of having someone living next door.

It’s an early fall afternoon when there’s a knock at the door. Din glances towards it, one brow raising in question. He’s sat at the small dining room table with Grogu, helping the child complete his “homework” assignment. He uses the word homework rather loosely, as it’s a coloring page and his kid hasn’t yet mastered the art of coloring inside the lines. Grogu’s daycare teacher had explained that it was supposed to help with building dexterity, but so far all Din can tell is that his kid is probably not hosting an art show any time soon.

Another short knock and Din rises and peers out his peephole. It’s the girl from next door, a nervous look on her face.

He opens the door partly, shielding the view inside of his home out of instinct. You step back as if you weren’t sure if it would have actually opened or not, and blink up at him, saying nothing.

“Hello,” Din says. This is the first time either of you has ever seen each other up close, he realizes.

You clear your throat, and he notices that you’re fidgeting a little. “Hi. Um, really sorry to bother you but I was wondering - can I use your balcony?”

Din blinks. “What?”

“I forgot my keys and my phone - I locked myself out of my apartment,” you explain sheepishly. “And I was wondering if I could climb from your balcony over to mine to get in.”

He should be annoyed. He should tell you sorry, no - but instead, he asks if you’d like him to call building management for you.

You ponder that for a moment. “Will they charge me?”

“Probably,” Din answers.

He watches as you grimace. “No, that’s ok,” you decide. “I’ll just climb over from your balcony if that’s all right.”

Stepping aside, Din allows you to scurry into his apartment. Grogu stares as the young woman marches past him towards the sliding glass door, the crayon he was scribbling with clutched in his hand, forgotten.

Your two apartments are pretty much the same layout so it makes sense you’d know where you’re going, but there’s a weird feeling in Din’s chest as he watches you move effortlessly through his home. He decides to pack that away for later.

Din follows you to the balcony, leaning up against the doorway to watch you heave yourself up the partition with a groan. He wouldn’t consider it a very large obstacle, but you are considerably shorter than he is. To your credit, you manage to get up on top of it rather smoothly.

Straddling it, you look towards your balcony, and then back to him. “Thanks,” you call, before slipping down and disappearing from sight. Din nods in your direction, strangely amused at the whole situation. After hearing the soft sound of your balcony door sliding open and shut, he returns inside.

“Apo,” Grogu gurgles, and Din shakes his head. “Don’t even think about doing that yourself,” he chides. “No more emergency room trips.”

—

Two days later, he’s heading out the door one early morning, already having dropped Grogu off at daycare. You step out of your own apartment, and when you see him you cry out “Oh! Hang on!” before dashing back inside.

Din pauses. You return quickly, a plate wrapped in tin foil in your hands. “Thank you for letting me climb over your balcony.” You hand him the plate. “I hope you like banana bread.”

He loves banana bread, but he’s not going to tell you that.

“No problem,” he says instead.

You smile again. He notices how one side of your mouth lifts before the other, and how your eyes crinkle at the edges. You introduce yourself, and he does the same.

Later that night he shares the banana bread with Grogu. The child squeals happily as he smooshes it into his mouth, and Din can’t help the smile that graces his usual pout as he cleans the kid up for bed.

—

He leaves the next day at the same time and runs into you again. You flash him a smile and a wave as you lock your door.

“I’d better get going or I’ll miss my train,” you apologize, and hoist your bag over your shoulder. You must be going to work. He notices a badge on a lanyard around your neck, the logo of the local university below your ID photo. He follows you down the stairs, noticing your inquisitive glances.

“I’m…headed in the same direction,” he mumbles, and you nod. The two of you walk in silence down the sidewalk.

“Are you…headed to work?” You ask, and he knows you’re trying to ease some of the awkward tension.

“Yeah,” he replies shortly. “Are you?”

“I’m a post-doctoral student,” you explain. “Well…technically I don’t have my doctorate yet, but once I finish my research I will.”

So you were a student…technically. “What do you research?” He’s usually pretty good at figuring out people’s professions based just on how they look, but you’re still a blank canvas.

“Cosmology and astrometry,” you reply. Din raises a brow.

“The evolution and expansion of the universe, and the movement and placement of celestial bodies. Where and why things are where they are in space,” you elaborate.

That wasn’t going to be his first guess, he muses. He was going to guess that you were a culinary student or that you worked in a bakery, based solely off of the decadent bread from the other day. But it’s interesting, and he tells you so.

“It’s certainly not boring,” you laugh. It’s a nice sound, he decides. There’s a lightness to it. You ask him what he does for work, and he thinks about what to say.

“Security,” he decides. It’s a safe answer, and mostly true. Sometimes he works security for Fett. Sometimes he works at Peli Motto’s body shop, repairing old cars no one but he appreciates. He does a lot of different things, most of them under the table - but you don’t need to know that.

You part ways at the train station, and you wish him a good day as you dash away. It isn’t until you’re out of sight that he realizes his job for the day is in the opposite direction, and he didn’t really need to walk the same way as you.

He thinks about that on the long walk back.

—

He hears something crash and shatter outside his door. Getting up from the table, he peers outside and sees his neighbor crouched on the ground.

He opens the door, and you whip your head around, startled. There’s frustration etched across your brow. He notices a torn paper bag and a broken jar of something - honey? - oozing slowly across the dusty concrete.

“Oh, hey,” you greet him. “Sorry about this.” You gesture around yourself. “I’ll clean it up.”

“What happened?” Din inquires, and you sigh.

“I tripped over my own feet,” you confess, and he can see the embarrassment in your eyes. It’s then that he sees you’re dressed up like you were coming from somewhere fancy. There’s a tear on your tights, and he sees that your knee is bleeding.

“You’re hurt,” he points out, and you glance down.

“Oh,” is your response, like you didn’t notice until he told you. “I hate these stupid shoes-“ he fights the urge to find the way you sit all the way down to pull off your heels and throw them towards your door endearing.

“Hang on,” he commands and goes back into his apartment. Grabbing his first aid kit, he comes back out to see you trying to clean up your spilled groceries.

He sets the kit down and kneels next to you. “Leave it,” he says, and you drop the broken glass hesitantly. “Let me clean you up first.”

“Ok,” you say softly. Din opens the kit and takes out some disinfectant. He apologizes before ripping the knee of your tights to get to the scrape.

“This’ll sting,” he murmurs, and he admires how you barely flinch as he pats your scraped knee with a cotton pad. The wound looks worse than it really is, and after cleaning the area he decides it’ll heal just fine with a bandage.

“You’re well stocked on med supplies,” you joke, watching as he applies it carefully to your skin. “I especially like the dinosaur bandaids.”

Din huffs. “Grogu likes them,” he defends. Noticing your curious expression, he elaborates. “My son.”

“Ah. So he is your kid,” you smile.

Din cocks a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrug. “Nothing. He just doesn’t really look like you all that much, and I never see anyone else coming out of your place so I wondered if he was like…a nephew or something. If you babysit him.”

“I adopted him,” Din replies quietly. You nod, a solemn expression on your face.

“Must be difficult, raising a kid by yourself,” you comment after a moment. Din thinks about that. He loves Grogu more than anything in the world, and if given the choice would choose to raise him over and over again. Was it difficult? At first, the adjustment to taking care of him was daunting. He had a lot to learn and made more than a few mistakes. But now he’d say that the most difficult part was learning what to do with all the love he has for the child and how to cope with the worry that if something happened to him, Grogu would be alone.

“It’s worth it,” is what comes out of his mouth instead as he finishes patching up your scrape.

You give him another soft smile as you examine your knee. “Thanks,” you say, climbing to your feet. “I owe you - again.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Din waves you off. He watches as you pick up what broken glass you can before heading to your door. You wish him farewell and disappear inside, and he hovers for half a moment before doing the same.

—

The next evening there’s a paper bag on his doormat. Din brings it inside and opens it to find a small cake tin, a note, and a box of space-themed bandaids.

“Thanks again,” is all the note says, signed ‘your neighbor’. The cake smells like oranges and honey. He eats part of it, licking the crumbs off his fingers, tongue swiping over sticky honeyed syrup.

He wonders, absently, if your mouth tastes the same.

—

It’s nice, Din realizes one dark winter evening, as he hears your bed springs creak through the thin walls. Nice having the odd company of someone next door. He’s gotten used to hearing your routines, the sound of your shower coming on, or the low buzz of your toothbrush.

He doesn’t admit that the sound of the bed creaking at night as you go to sleep and in the morning as you rise makes him feel closer to you than he is. He’s not that lonely.

Din closes his eyes and tries to force himself to fall asleep, listening to you settle into your own bed. You’re moving around more than usual. He can hear your sheets shifting around you.

He hears your sigh and firmly tells himself that it was not a moan.

“Mmm.”

His eyes blink open. Ok, that was definitely a moan.

He should get up. He should go into his living room and shut the door and pretend like he didn’t hear it.

Instead, he stills, heart pounding, waiting to hear if you do it again.

“Ohhh.” you sigh out, the end of it turning into another moan. His cock throbs a little, and he rubs over it through his pants absently before clenching his fists in a half-hearted attempt to stop.

You’re alone, he knows. He’s never seen you bring anyone over. That means you’re doing it all yourself.

Another low croon. This time when his cock throbs Din presses on where he’s bulging under his sweatpants. It jumps at the sensation. He immediately feels shame.

You have to know, right? Just as your bed creaks, so does his. You share a wall - you must know that he can hear you.

His mind spins. Either you don’t know, and if he gets up now and you hear it you’ll know he’s right there and only moving after already getting an earful -

Or you do know - you know he’s on the other side of the wall, and that he can hear the way you’re touching himself. And you’re doing it anyways.

He wonders how you’re doing it. He knows he shouldn’t but he does. His hand shakes, and he resists the urge to snake it under the waistband of his sweats, to stroke his cock slowly, in time with your sweet, muffled sounds and the images his mind is creating.

You’re probably on your back, legs spread, hand tucked into your own sleeping bottoms. You’re playing with your clit, soft flesh swollen and puffy.

There’s a pause, and silence, which is then replaced by a low, buzzing hum. Din hears you gasp and chokes down one of his own.

He wonders if your back arches at the way the toy vibrates against you. He wonders if your mouth opens softly, and he wants to know if your tongue swipes over your lips.

His cock jumps as he imagines slotting his body over yours, hiking your leg up his side, and devouring your desperate little pants.

There’s a whine from the other side of the wall, and muffled words. He wonders what you’re saying, as you press your face into your pillow in an attempt to quiet yourself. He imagines you praising the way he feels against you, inside of you -

Shame gives way to desire as he lets himself take his cock in hand. Just this once, Din thinks. He’ll let himself have this, and then in the morning, he’ll move his bed to the other side of the room.

Fuck, he’s hard. He thinks himself silly, getting so aroused just by hearing a pretty girl through a wall. It’s been a long time since he’s shared a bed with anyone. He blames it on that.

More muffled gasps through the wall, and it’s a fight to keep himself from answering. He strokes his cock steadily, determined not to give himself away. The sound of the vibrator increases in intensity, and he thinks you must be close.

He’d fuck you so much better than that toy. He’d give it to you any way you wanted. He’d lathe his tongue over your breasts until you were writhing underneath him. He’d have you face down into the mattress, mouth sealed over your cunt, you begging him to let you come -

“Ah!” There’s a shriek that is instantly muffled, and he wonders if it’s from you burying your face into your pillow or biting down on your hand. He thinks about your lower body shaking, trembling through your orgasm, and he grits his teeth as he comes himself, spilling wetly over his fist.

Din holds his breath. You’re silent on the other side, and for a second he panics, hoping he didn’t make any noise to alert you.

He lets out a breath as he hears your body shift, rolling away from the wall. He waits until he hears you settle before slipping quietly out of bed to clean himself up. He washes his hands in the bathroom sink, avoiding his own gaze in the mirror. There’s a pit in his stomach as he falls asleep, and he eases his shame by telling himself he’ll move the bed in the morning.

—

He doesn’t.

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The expert in landlord eviction services highlights how crucial it is to understand the difference between ending a lease and evicting a tenant. These terms cannot be used interchangeably. When two parties to a civil contract end their agreement for a valid reason, this is known as a lease cancellation.

 Eviction is a legal process requiring the involvement of a landlord's eviction service and handling through the courts. Landlords are not allowed to evict tenants without first pursuing legal action. 

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Eviction Process 

In the event of a formal lease agreement, the landlord may wish to end the lease in response to a violation of its terms. The infraction may have to do with daily habits like loud noise production, unauthorized pet ownership, or neglecting to maintain the property in a respectable condition. Rent arrears are the most prevalent reason for lease cancellations.

In addition to having the worst financial repercussions for the landlord, nonpayment of rent can also result in the most leniency because the tenant may have experienced other uncontrollable financial setbacks or lost their job. According to the law, the landlord in this case must give them some time.  

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When Can A Landlord Start Eviction?

The landlord is free to find a new tenant who will pay the rent if the tenant vacates your property well in advance before the notice period ends. However, the landlord might have to start the entire eviction procedure if the tenant disobeys the lease cancellation. 

The tenant, who is now considered an unlawful occupant rather than a renter, must receive an eviction notice from the sheriff via a court petition that the landlord must file. 

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[“Many landlords were part-timers: machinists or preachers or police officers who came to own property almost by accident (through inheritance, say) and saw real estate as a side gig. But the last forty years had witnessed the professionalization of property management. Since 1970, the number of people primarily employed as property managers had more than quadrupled. As more landlords began buying more property and thinking of themselves primarily as landlords (instead of people who happened to own the unit downstairs), professional associations proliferated, and with them support services, accreditations, training materials, and financial instruments. According to the Library of Congress, only three books offering apartment-management advice were published between 1951 and 1975. Between 1976 and 2014, the number rose to 215. Even if most landlords in a given city did not consider themselves “professionals,” housing had become a business.

The evening’s speaker was Ken Shields, from the Self Storage Brokers of America. After selling his insurance company, Shields had begun looking for a way to get into real estate. He started out with rooming houses, which meant he started out renting mainly to poor single men. “Very nice cash flow. But I no longer have them.” The room chuckled. “I made some good money, and I mean, I love to get money, but I’m still just as happy not running around and dealing with some of these dregs of society who live in rooming houses.”Sherrena, who owned a couple of rooming houses, laughed along with the room. Then Shields found self-storage. “It’s got the residual incomes of an apartment building, but,” he lowered his voice, squinted, “you don’t have the people. You just got their stuff!…This is the sweetest spot in the whole American economy. A receptacle for an enormous cascade of money.”

The landlords loved Ken Shields, even if he did live in Illinois. When he finished his speech, the room broke into applause. The RING president, a mustached man with a full pouch for a stomach, stood up clapping. When there wasn’t a speaker, he often organized round robins. One such evening, a woman from Lead and Asbestos Information Center, Inc., had started off by announcing, “There is money to be made on lead,” to a room of landlords who more often lost money trying to abate it. One landlord asked whether he would have to report the presence of asbestos to the city or the tenants if he tested for it. “No, you don’t,” the woman had said.

The conversation moved on and someone else had asked about garnishing wages. A lawyer informed the room that a landlord was allowed to garnish a tenant’s bank account and up to 20 percent of his or her income, but the last $1,000 was exempt. And welfare recipients were off-limits.

“How about intercepting their tax refund?” Sherrena had asked.

The lawyer looked a bit stunned. “Noooo, only the government can do that.”

Sherrena already knew that. She had looked into it before. Her question wasn’t a question; it was a message to Eric, Mark, Kathy, and everyone else in the room that she would do almost anything to get the rent. Many white landlords knew money could be made in the inner city, where property was cheap, but the thought of collecting payments on the North Side, let alone passing out eviction notices, made them nervous. Sherrena wanted them to know that she could help.”]

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