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Unboxing Pendant 54 Mobile Home Bathtubs

Putting a new Pendant 54″ Mobile home steel bathtub. This is a right-hand drain. We need to change from a center drain to the right-hand drain. Walk though unboxing the bathtub, what you need to measure to place your drain. We cut the hole in the floor. Not sure what happened with the rest of the install. I thought the unboxing and measuring could help people out. ⏱️⏱️Chapters⏱️⏱️00:00 Follow…

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Summary: When all the plans you'd made for today go down the drain, the last person you expected shows up at your door to try turning the night around

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: angst; language; craptastic friends [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: simp Conrad, that is all 🫠

"Fucking dammit!"

You gripped your phone tightly in your hand, resisting the urge to chuck it into the sea right where the ship's rotor blade was located. Tears burned behind your eyes as every message you'd missed in the last week while you were on this research trip with Monarch trickled in at a steady pace now that you and the rest of the crew had signal again.

Where your fellow scientists were calling up loved ones on FaceTime with bright smiles on their faces and assurances that they were on their way back home, you had an influx of messages from your friends telling you that no, they wouldn't be making your birthday dinner tonight after all.

"Doctor Y/L/N?"

Oh fuck not him, doesn't he have a pool bar to get to so he can snap his fingers and get tonight's lay? you snidely thought to yourself, steeling your stance at the sound of former Captain James Conrad's voice. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him. "What's up, Conrad? Looking to split an Uber and Brooks doesn't wanna--"

"Are you alright?"

His question felt like a shock to your system, making you blink your eyes repeatedly as if you were trying to get your bearings back. "Of course," you lied through your teeth. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well…" he trailed off, motioning toward your hand. "You're gripping your mobile so hard your knuckles are turning white, for one."

You glanced at your hand, sighing when you saw your skin stretched taut over bone and trying to relax your grip somewhat. "Fine," you gritted out. "If you really wanna know, it's my birthday today. I had plans to spend tonight with my friends once I'd unpacked and washed that goddamned island off of my skin. But some people in that group can't seem to let petty high school shit go, and today when we finally got signal again I got a metric fuckton of messages from one of said friends calling me either a bad friend or a dumbass for extending an invitation to my friends because it's inconvenient for her, which then led to a domino effect of if she's not going then I'm not going and now…" you trailed off, chuckling sardonically to yourself. "Now no one's going."

Something akin to pity crossed the tracker's eyes, making you look away. The last thing you needed right now was the most jaw-droppingly unfairly handsome man on the face of God's green earth to look at you like a sad wet little puppy left out on the side of the road.

"Anyways I'm off," you said a little too chipper it even made you cringe a little inside. "Got a date with a pizza box, fridge full of wine, and my Netflix account. 'Till the next one, Conrad."

Before he could say anything else, you were already walking to your Uber that just pulled up, finally letting yourself let go of all the hot air you were running on and quite aptly feeling deflated. When you were finally far enough from the port that Conrad wasn't even a speck in your line of sight, you felt the tears start to roll down your cheeks.

You felt exponentially worse when you got home, most of the food that you'd placed an order for before you left on the trip to be delivered today already waiting on your porch.

"Fucking dammit," you repeated, albeit this time with a whimper rather than a roar. You propped your door open and started bringing the food in, deciding to set aside a couple of days worth of meals for yourself and then giving the rest to a nearby food bank so that it would at least do some good.

It took a few hours but you were finally perched on your couch, wearing a comfy pajama short set, Kate & Leopold playing on your TV, and tucking straight into a tub of mudslide ice cream just letting the night pass. This definitely wasn't how you pictured spending your 30th birthday, but you strived to remember that there could have been worse ways to spend tonight.

You could've been mediating between spatting friends because they couldn't manage to keep civil for one night, or you could've been on the receiving end of Deena's tirade about "how duplicitous you were to drag her into a gathering with Shana". The island would've been a better alternative than dealing with that all night.

About 30 minutes into the movie you heard a knock on your door, causing you jump in your seat. "I didn't order anything!" you hollered toward your front door, wincing at the pins and needles starting to prickle at your feet and lower legs from the motion.

Whoever was outside knocked again, this time a bit more persistent with the sound booming across the living room. Your visitor, whoever it may be, wasn't here by mistake, and they weren't about to be waved off with a simple 'go away I'm pissy'.

"I told you, buddy, I didn't order any--" Your words stopped short on the tip of your tongue as you saw nothing but broad shoulders clad in a familiar tight and worn blue t-shirt stretched tight over well-defined pectorals, only this time with an off-the-rack casual blazer draped over it. Your eyes slowly traveled upward to meet the oceanic blue eyes that quite frankly you constantly tried and failed not to dream about whenever you drifted off to sleep at night. "Conrad…" you said his name slowly, as if every part of your brain was fighting against accepting the reality that he was here now, looking like the human embodiment of Lust on ridiculously long legs. "What're you doing here?"

There were quite a few thoughts that crossed your mind in the last few hours, scenarios that you'd conjured up on how the rest of the night would go, each of them dwindling in their respective probability as the hours ticked on. Former SAS Tracker James Conrad being at your door, however, was definitively not among those scenarios.

"Erm…I thought I would come over to check on you. You were visibly…understandably…upset when we parted ways at the pier," he answered, shifting his weight to one leg as if trying to make it all sound so casual. He looked over at how you were dressed, from the haphazard ponytail down to the fuzzy monster slippers covering your feet, and resumed his stance that you'd grown accustomed to with the squared shoulders and the ramrod straight back as if he was back on training grounds. "Get dressed, Y/L/N."

You jerked your head backwards, surprise and confusion flooding your system at the soft spoken order. "Why?"

"I'm taking you out for dinner," he stated plainly. "I know you had plans for tonight and they didn't pan out the way you intended. No one should such an important day alone unless they really want to."

"Conrad, please. I'm fine, everything's fine. You don't have to check in on me or take me out to dinner or keep me company out of--I don't even know, pity? You have your own thing and I don't wanna keep you from it or the hordes of women who would probably abandon all common human decency and trample over each other to get that blazer off of you." You finished your little lament with a wave toward the garment, already stepping back like you were about to send him off to better and more interesting company.

When he sensed what you were about to do, he reached out, putting your hand in a delicate hold. "The night has barely begun, and you're in pajamas, eating ice cream, and one of your comfort movies is playing on the screen." He motioned his head towards your TV, where Hugh Jackman and Meg Ryan were currently paused mid-waltz on a New York rooftop. He brought his hand up to cup your face, swiping his thumb over the corner of your mouth before softly saying, "This isn't fine. And I know that I'm not the company you expected or perhaps even prefer. I just--I wanted to come here tonight and just let you know…that I'm here. So…you could join me for dinner or alternatively I could join you here and you can talk my ear off with your movie commentary. The point is that you won't be spending your birthday alone."

His words left you stunned to near silence. "I uhm--I'll go get dressed then." You stepped back from his hold, an irrational part of you already missing his touch, awkwardly waving toward the sitting area. "I'll be out in a few minutes."

Once you'd started to make your way up the stairs, Conrad made his way to the living area of your house, a smile making its way to his face as he looked at the framed pictures you had on your shelves, your dimpled toothy grin on full display. "Oh, Y/N," he breathed your name almost reverently in the silence. "How the hell am I going to move on from you now?"

Earlier today when you'd all disembarked off the ship, he had plans to wash up and head off to a bar to look for someone to keep him company for the night, perhaps until Monday when you were all expected to return to Monarch for briefing on your next mission. All he wanted was to find someone who held even the faintest resemblance to you and lose himself in the chimera that you were the one he was with, that he held you in his arms as he woke up that next morning, and with that indulgence to tide him over for some time, perhaps he could maintain the professional, nearly friendly, relationship that he had with you without running the risk of putting that in jeopardy all because he couldn't keep his affections in check.

Those plans all went down the drain when he saw how you were fighting back tears explaining how your plans for tonight had gone off the rails. When his choices for how to spend the night were spending a few empty hours with someone he would meticulously compare to you or making sure that your birthday wasn't going to be spent alone and licking wounds that should never have been dealt to you in the first place, there was no choice to make.

Tonight's objective was simply to wipe the frown away from your perfectly enchanting face, perhaps even get you to smile. And maybe somewhere along the way finally get you to see him as someone more than just your colleague. Someone that cared. A friend, if he was really going to push it.

And maybe if he was going to entertain the moon shot that played in his most self-indulgent daydreams…a lover.

The sound of you clearing your throat brought him out of his thoughts, the sight of you in your simple pale blue dress with a slight teasing cutout by your waist stealing every bit of his breath away. "Too much?" you asked him, your tone shaky.

"Not at all," he croaked out, clearing his throat before speaking again. "You uhm…you look--You're beautiful." The tiniest smile played at your lips as you motioned for him to follow you to the door. "You always are," he murmured under his breath.

"What was that?" you called out absentmindedly, still steadily making your way to the front door.

"N-Nothing," he stammered. "I was just…admiring your home. It's lovely."

"It's too damn big is what it is," you scoffed as he passed you at the threshold before locking the door. "That's what I get for being perpetually alone, I guess. Just my luck that every guy I ever even tried to date fully expects me to hang up my coat and give up my research so I can play housewife." Your eyes misted over again as the next words came out. "Not a single soul on God's green earth that could deal with that." You turned the key with a little more force than necessary, the lock clicking into place with a resounding knock.

When the two of you made your way to his car, he opened the door for you, your disbelief at the gesture evident in your eyes. And when he was sure that you wouldn't be able to hear him through the car's closed door, he whispered to himself, "I could deal with that. If it meant that you were mine, I could deal with anything."

A/N: Happy happy birthday @liminalpebble!! I hope this puts a smile on your face today and that you have a spectacular year ahead of you, bestie 🥹🥹 Many many hugs from me and Grassy the Mango (even though the bub hasn't arrived yet but it will…today. I think…)

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i just got top surgery, if you can could you tell me about the whole process for you? i dont have any specific questions i need answered

Omg congrats on your surgery first of all!!

And sure!

I’m not sure which specific part of the process you’re curious about but I’m gonna focus on aftercare and recovery since I assume that would be your main focus right now.

I got double incision with free nipple grafts and drains. The moment I saw my chest for the first time I just remember feeling this sort of contentment and relief. Like “Oh, this is how it’s supposed to look.” The hospital I went to required patients to stay overnight so my first ~24 hours post-op were in a hospital bed hooked up to IV. I’m extremely grateful for this because by coincidence (the overnight stay was already planned in advance) I had a bad reaction to the anesthetic. I was entirely safe, nothing scary, but it causes me severe nausea and exhaustion and I didn’t feel loopy at all, just absolutely awful. I didn’t really sleep at all that night, I lay there falling asleep in weird short intervals, waking up, needing to pee, then stumbling back to bed. At one point I walked into the bathroom and it was covered in blood. I was so drugged out of my mind that I couldn’t really process it, it felt like I was dreaming.

After that the healing process was pretty easy though. I was prescribed antibiotics for like 10 days, oxycodone for half that time, and some really strong ibuprofen. They also gave me one of those anti-nausea patches on the back of my neck. I struggled with a bunch of nausea for the first day after getting out of the hospital but never threw up. I was pretty functional right away. I wouldn’t necessarily recommend this but within the first 48 hours out of the hospital I was walking a few blocks to the closest grocery store and carrying groceries back. Felt like shit but survivable. About 4 days post-op I took a train 4-5 hours north to see family on my own then was in a car for another 4ish hours back home a couple days later. Just took a shitload of oxycodone and ibuprofen and played video games and listened to music the whole way, totally survivable. So it really wasn’t all that bad.

About 3 weeks post-op I went back to school and work. At the time I was on a pretty walking-heavy campus with tons of hills. I applied for short term disability just in case I had trouble carrying my textbooks around or walking up hills or something but tbh I never needed to utilize it, it was fine. I was super tired but fully functional. So overall I’d say recovery was pretty easy. I had limited mobility for a couple of weeks, it hurt to raise my arms above my head, needed help reaching some things and showering was a bit tricky, but over time that went away.

I’d say without a doubt the worst parts of recovery were:

Not being able to shower for the first week. This absolutely fucking sucked lol. I was so greasy it’s not even funny. I would try to rinse my hair with Angel’s help over the tub and do like sponge baths basically but it was NOT the same. Definitely recommend dry shampoo (we didn’t think of it until after). 

Sleeping on my back. I am NOT naturally a back sleeper. I really struggled with this. Having a dick piercing now I’ve gotten better at it lol but at the time especially it was so incredibly difficult to sleep this way, I was already crazy uncomfortable from surgery and being greasy and tired and sore and then on top of that I could NOT get comfortable to fall asleep.

I had some weird emotional and hormonal responses to the surgery. My period returned in full force about two weeks after my surgery for the first and only time since it stopped on T. At that time I also experienced some pretty nasty post-op depression. I think it was a mixture of weird dysphoria (mostly a sort of existential frustration that I had to go through the procedure in the first place), hormonal imbalances (again, my period returning…), and just general emotional response to recovering from a surgery and frustration with the minutia of the recovery process. I just felt really, really low. Tired and tired of being tired. This passed over time, but it was not fun.

Pettier complaints: Nipple grafts suck to heal and look disgusting at first. Trust the process lol. Wearing the compression vest is kind of annoying. I was like, dude, I got this surgery so I don’t have to bind anymore! 😭 Anesthetic can (and did) cause constipation. I had to buy laxatives. None of this was unbearable but it definitely all added up and contributed to the post-op depression.

Stay hydrated, eat well, take probiotics, take vitamins and supplements, take vitamin C and zinc, a small amount of exercise/physical movement is good but don’t overdo it, get lots of rest, and listen to your surgeon’s advice. If you’re not sure, ask.

I think my biggest advice is to remember that our bodies are pretty primitive things—Injury is injury to them. You’re getting a surgery you wanted to better your life longterm, your body is purely focused on healing, and is responding to awareness of an injury. It’s hard to feel super excited about the surgery right away, you’ll be too deep in your body’s healing response to physical trauma. It’s exhausting at times and it can almost feel like your body is working against you. It’s NOT. I found undergoing top surgery (and transitioning in general) to be an amazing meditative process in aligning your brain to your body better, but that’s a process, a relationship you form through work the same as any other. You need to trust your body’s natural healing process.

Bodies are weird and healing is messy. I had weird inexplicable symptoms that I’d tell myself I’d contact my surgeon about if they persisted or worsened and they didn’t. I had UTI-like symptoms for a day that went away on their own. I had really uncomfortable weird restless leg syndrome for a night or two. One of my drains came detached from the tape holding it down and it had no negative effect. One of my nipples looked vaguely infected but my surgeon was unconcerned and it healed fine. None of this was serious, try not to worry if things seem a little odd, unless symptoms get progressively worse, show no signs of getting better, or are really, really obvious signs of infection/complication. Just listen to your body and take care of it. 

I felt comfortable going out shirtless after about… a year or so? It took about that much time for things to settle. For a few months it almost looked like I had excess skin sagging on the sides, this went away by the 12ish month mark. Nowadays I don’t do any body building but I try to do some push ups every day to keep my chest somewhat fit. 4 years in and sensation is still minimal, definitely doesn’t have the same sensitivity as the rest of my body, but it also continues to return every day! Literally to this day I notice new shooting nerve sensations growing deep in my chest now and again. A few months ago I had notable nipple sensation for the first time since the surgery. My scars are still fading, although my chest generally seems to pass for cis irl which is awesome.

I could go on and on about all the small details but I think I’ve talked your head off enough for now hahaha. I love my results and I’d do the whole process over again a thousand times if it meant having what I have now. Literally changed (and saved) my life.

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The Rigors And the Heft - Part 1

She was born a mad woman, mad as Mae, mad as Arla, mad as Lærke. Mad as all of them, maybe more. She lost count the number of times she lost her mind, lost down the rabbit hole with Alice, down the well with Sadako. Not many people wake up in an irrigation ditch at 11 years old with their pants around their ankles without going mad from time to time.

Regaining her sanity (as if), in the ruins of her life, shredded by her own hands, bloody boney things, hateful things. No excuse powerful enough to undo the curses cast from her own maddend hands. They say we hurt the ones we love the most and she was efficient.

Years of this cycle and Chance has run herself aground, a bloated whale corpse heart ready to burst with rot. Laying on this beach of a bed wracked by nightmare after nightmare, screaming awake on an air mattress with a leak, she wakes up every few hours and reinflates it in the dark of her room while the anxiety of her nightmares drains away.

She wakes when she dreams, she sleeps when she wakes, she stays up the whole night. She takes the little green and blue capsules when she starts to hallucinate at the edges of her vision. Hydroxyzine Pamoate to dull her mind and lull her to sleep, she's stockpiled more than a lethal dose, though she has never even thought of doing that, probably very painful anyway.

She rolls out of bed and onto the filthy carpet, half deflated bed like arms of a desperate lover who can't get enough. Stark angry noonday sun lancing through the crack in her beige lifeless curtains to ensure she is awake. The same drapery supplied with the apartment 10 years ago, never bothered to replace them either, apathy was her favorite interior decorator.

Just 24 hours prior she was in Kansas on the threshold of her aunt Arla's single wide mobile home, maroon and white corrugated aluminum shoebox similar to the one Chance grew up in. Two big windows on the front like doe eyes, a barren planter box, and a carport filled with dozens and dozens of 30 quart rubber bins.

The smell of the dead woman is thick in the air, she's wearing two masks and still has the urge to vomit, it's a smell that doesn't leave her for days. Not even the first dead body Chance has smelled, though her aunt was taken away 2 days ago, he stinking days old rot still clung to the air.

How does one begin to even go through a mad woman's hoarded possessions? A life of clutter accumulated in every nook and cranny, barely a walkable path though the trailer.

The hallway lined with National Geographic magazines from floor to ceiling, they have congealed from an unfixed leak, the soggy paper shape of a stack of magazines. There's even a perfect handprint in the paper wall where an EMT mistakenly put their hand.

The floor in the back bedroom squelches under foot and sags in the middle, a putrid smelling mattress with decomposing bits of her aunt's body, a shit river stain and a floor covered in never been clean clothes and half filled bags of trash.

One end of the room is a closet that dominates the wall, inside it is full of boxes, some collapsing, and others with odious stains on the corners. The dresser built into the wall had no drawers, in fact Chance couldn't even find them anywhere on the premises.

The other wall is a gaping hole where the fire department cut out the death trap horizontal slot windows, the type long out of style and only found on older models without any renovations. The hole is lined by cancerous pink cotton candy that Chance's intrusive thoughts keep telling her would be a good idea to eat.

Chance finds nothing in the house worth saving but she does spend a few hours i going through the tubs in the carport. She dug out a copy of Mysterious New England from 1971, a ratty later edition of Prometheus Rising by Robert Anton Wilson, a cat skull, some small glass bottles with cork stoppers, things her mom would call "witchy shit" oh and Dino Crisis for the Playstation, her crazy aunt contained multitudes.

She would be kinder to her aunt's memory if she hadn't been so cruel, her mad woman aunt who talked to the dead and heard their voices. Chance's kindness long lost because of a knife at her throat, a gun to her head, and the constant stream of verbal abuse that made it hard to function.

Now jetlagged Chance is on her bedroom floor, her clothes covered floor, just like her aunt and her grandma and her mother too. Everyone's mad in her family, a long line of mad women as far as she can remember. Chance and her mother are the first generation to never be committed but that isn't a very high bar to clear in these supposedly more enlightened times (yeah right).

Chance retrieves the pack of clove cigarettes from the pocket of her jeans on the floor, flips it open, retrieves a single clove wrapped in black paper, and places it between her lips still caked with last night's lipstick, a cheap black from the drugstore, a small cheap comfort she allows herself.

She lights the clove cigarette and takes a short, quick pull from it. The aroma hits her nose and she is immediately taken back to that first kiss, to the girl who smelled of patchouli and cloves, and left a taste in her mouth for the rest of her life, the kiss never forgotten, a soul moving kiss nobody had ever duplicated, almost against her will, the girl who smells like heaven or the closest she had ever been.

She remembers this kiss each time she smokes, the only reason she really smokes them anymore. Chance still won't let anyone else call her "baby" or "lover", those words belonged to her, the girl who hated her guts, the girl she hadn't seen in 20 years. Chance doubts the girl would even recognize that boygirl she kissed in high school.

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Steps to Protect Your Home from Freezing 

 Turn off the main water valve: The main water valve is usually located in the garage, downstairs closet or in the mechanical room. Turning off the water supply and opening all faucets will help the water flow. In multi-story buildings, the flow starts at the lowest level, while in single-story homes,  the flow starts at the faucet closest to the main valve.

 Adjust the water heater:

Turn the water heater to the lowest setting, or standby to prevent the tank from freezing. This step eliminates the need to Have a plumber come and relight it when the host returns.

 Flush and disinfect toilets:

After shutting off and draining the water, flush all toilets to remove excess water from tanks. It is also recommended to pour an environmentally friendly antibacterial solution into the toilet and back tank to lubricate the flap/seal and prevent dry rot.50/51 Antifreeze is a ready-to-use, 55% pure propylene glycol formula designed for hydronic heating and cooling closed-loop systems and general piping requiring freeze protection. It can be added to all products to help prevent pipes from freezing and bursting. It also prevents freezing in air conditioners, recreational vehicles, seasonal homes, mobile homes, vehicles, boats, and commercial applications.

 Prepare Antifreeze for Drains:

Apply antifreeze to showers, tubs, floors, and water lines to prevent freezing and keep traps closed. This step ensures that water in the trap does not freeze or evaporate.

Maintain heat and airflow:

Set your heat source to at least 50°F to prevent damage to your plumbing.

Customers are also encouraged to have their heating systems checked and adjusted for proper operation.

It is recommended that doors be cracked at the bottom of bathrooms and kitchens to allow warm air to reach the p-trap.

 Insulated Exposed Pipe:

Pipe with an insulated jacket or non-insulated coating and exterior walls. This protects the pipes from freezing.

 Enclosed Garage:

Homeowners are advised to close their garage doors to prevent cold air from reaching pipes in adjacent walls. It is recommended that you add vinyl or rubber strips to the bottom of your garage door to further insulate cold air and prevent mold growth.

 Steps to Winterize Exterior Pipes

 Locate and seal the opening in the water line leading to an exterior wall (usually in the basement, entryway, or mechanical room). Turn on all faucets until water comes out of the outside hose bib. Disconnect Garden Hoses:

To prevent freezing, Home owners are advised to disconnect garden hoses and fittings from hose bibs. When water freezes, it expands and can damage the pipe. To prevent valve damage, we recommend blowing out any remaining water in the outside lines using an air compressor.

 Clear gutters and drainpipes:

Homeowners are advised to clear gutters and drainpipes to maintain water flow and prevent freezing, which can lead to costly repairs.

 Sealing cracks and gaps:

Check for visible cracks or gaps in doors, windows, or gates. Fill exterior and interior cracks with sealant to effectively prevent pipes from freezing, a process that can lead to increased bills.  Preventing pipes from freezing in winter is essential to maintaining the quality of the interior and exterior of your home. Following the steps outlined in this guide will help you protect your plumbing and save from potential problems and expensive repairs.

Charlotte, NC

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The Ultimate Guide to Walk-In Tubs for Seniors: Finding the Best Walk-In Tubs in Denver

As we age, safety in the home becomes a paramount concern, especially in the bathroom, where slips and falls are common. Walk-in tubs have become a popular solution for seniors seeking a safer, more comfortable bathing experience. These specialized bathtubs are designed with a door that allows users to step in and out easily, reducing the risk of accidents. In Denver, many homeowners are turning to walk in tubs for seniors to enhance their bathroom safety and comfort.

Why Walk-In Tubs are Essential for Seniors

For seniors, maintaining independence is crucial. Walk-in tubs provide the perfect balance of safety and luxury, allowing older adults to bathe without the fear of falling. These tubs often come equipped with features such as grab bars, anti-slip flooring, and built-in seating, making them an ideal choice for those with mobility issues. The warm water can also alleviate symptoms of arthritis and other joint pains, providing a therapeutic experience.

When searching for the best walk in tubs in Denver, it’s important to consider factors like size, design, and additional features such as hydrotherapy jets or heated seating. Many walk-in tubs are customizable, ensuring that you can find a model that suits your specific needs and bathroom space.

The Importance of Professional Installation

One of the key aspects of installing a walk-in tub is ensuring that it is done professionally. Improper installation can lead to leaks, poor drainage, and other issues that can negate the safety benefits of the tub. For those looking to replace their existing bathtub, Denver bathtub replacement services offer a seamless transition to a walk-in tub, ensuring that all plumbing and structural considerations are handled correctly.

When considering awalk-in bathtub in Denver, it’s vital to choose a model that not only fits your bathroom but also meets your specific safety needs. Professional installation is crucial to ensure that the tub operates correctly and provides the full range of safety benefits it’s designed for.

Choosing the Best Walk-In Tub for Your Needs

When selecting a walk-in tub, you should consider your personal needs and preferences. Some of the most important factors to consider include the size of the tub, the type of door (inward or outward swinging), and the additional features available. For example, some seniors may benefit from a tub with hydrotherapy jets, while others may prioritize heated seating or quick-drain functionality.

In Denver, there are many options available for those seeking the best walk-in tubs. It's important to research and compare different models, considering both the functionality and the overall cost. Whether you're looking for a basic model or one with all the bells and whistles, there’s a walk-in tub that can meet your needs.

Replacing Your Bathtub in Denver: What You Need to Know

If you're considering a walk in bathtubs denver to install a walk-in tub, it’s essential to work with a reputable contractor. Bathtub replacement can be a complex process, especially if your bathroom needs to be modified to accommodate a walk-in tub. The right contractor will ensure that your new tub is installed safely and efficiently, minimizing disruption to your home.

Before you begin the process, it’s a good idea to consult with a professional who can assess your bathroom and provide recommendations based on your specific needs. This will help you make an informed decision and ensure that your new walk-in tub provides the safety and comfort you're looking for.

Conclusion

Walk-in tubs are a valuable investment for seniors in Denver, offering increased safety, comfort, and independence. Whether you're looking for thebest walk-in tubs in Denver or considering a Denver bathtub replacement, it's important to carefully consider your options and work with professionals to ensure a successful installation. With the right tub, you can enjoy a safer, more relaxing bathing experience that meets your needs and enhances your quality of life.

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Transform Your Home: The Benefits of Bathroom Remodeling

Bathroom remodeling is more than just a cosmetic upgrade; it's a significant investment in your home's comfort, functionality, and value. Whether you're looking to enhance aesthetics, improve efficiency, or increase resale potential, this article explores the compelling benefits of renovating your bathroom.

Enhanced Aesthetics and Personalization

Updating your bathroom allows you to express your style and create a space that reflects your taste. From modern minimalism to classic elegance, remodeling offers endless design possibilities. New fixtures, tiles, countertops, and lighting can transform a dull bathroom into a luxurious retreat, enhancing your daily routine and overall satisfaction.

Improved Functionality and Efficiency

Older bathrooms may suffer from inefficient layouts and outdated plumbing fixtures. Remodeling gives you the opportunity to optimize space utilization and improve functionality. Installing water-efficient faucets, toilets, and showerheads not only conserves water but also reduces utility bills. Additionally, thoughtful storage solutions can declutter your bathroom, making it more organized and accessible.

Increased Home Value

A well-executed bathroom remodel can significantly increase your home's resale value. Prospective buyers are often attracted to updated bathrooms with modern amenities and stylish finishes. According to real estate experts, bathrooms and kitchens are key areas that can make or break a home sale. Investing in a bathroom renovation not only enhances your enjoyment but also appeals to potential buyers, maximizing your return on investment.

Enhanced Comfort and Safety

Safety is paramount in the bathroom, especially for seniors and individuals with mobility challenges. Remodeling allows you to incorporate accessible features such as grab bars, walk-in showers, and slip-resistant flooring. These modifications enhance comfort and reduce the risk of accidents, ensuring a safe environment for everyone in your household.

Addressing Structural Issues

Over time, bathrooms can develop structural issues such as water damage, mold growth, or outdated electrical wiring. A renovation project provides an opportunity to address these underlying issues, ensuring your bathroom is not only aesthetically pleasing but also structurally sound and up to current building codes.

Environmental Sustainability

Modern bathroom fixtures and materials are designed with sustainability in mind. Energy-efficient lighting, low-flow toilets, and eco-friendly building materials contribute to reducing your home's carbon footprint. By choosing sustainable options during your remodel, you can minimize environmental impact while enjoying long-term cost savings on utilities.

Personalized Luxury Upgrades

Beyond functionality and efficiency, a bathroom remodel allows for personalized luxury upgrades. Consider adding features like a spa-like soaking tub, heated floors, drains or a high-tech shower system with multiple spray options. These enhancements elevate your daily bathing experience, turning your bathroom into a private oasis of relaxation and rejuvenation.

Bathroom remodeling offers numerous benefits beyond mere aesthetics. From enhancing functionality and efficiency to increasing home value and ensuring safety, the advantages of renovating your bathroom are clear. Whether you're planning a small refresh or a complete overhaul, investing in a bathroom remodel can transform your living space and enhance your quality of life.

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Exploring the Benefits of Walk-In Tubs for Seniors

Walk-in tubs are specially designed bathtubs with a door for easy entry and exit, offering numerous benefits for seniors. As individuals age, mobility challenges may arise, and traditional bathtubs can become a safety concern. Walk-in tubs for seniors address these issues and provide a range of advantages for seniors:

1. Enhanced Safety:

The low threshold and built-in handrails of walk-in tubs significantly reduce the risk of slips and falls during entry and exit. This feature is especially crucial for seniors with mobility issues.

2. Accessibility:

The accessible design of walk-in tubs ensures that seniors with limited mobility can bathe independently. The door allows them to step in without having to lift their legs over the high sides of traditional tubs.

3. Hydrotherapy Benefits:

Many walk-in tubs come equipped with hydrotherapy features, such as whirlpool jets or air jets. Hydrotherapy can provide relief for arthritis, sore muscles, and joint pain, promoting relaxation and improved well-being.

4. Comfort and Convenience:

Walk-in tubs are designed with seniors in mind, featuring comfortable seating and easy-to-reach controls. The convenience of these features enhances the overall bathing experience for older individuals.

5. Therapeutic Features:

Some walk-in tubs offer therapeutic features like heated seating, chromotherapy (color therapy), and aromatherapy. These elements contribute to a spa-like atmosphere, promoting relaxation and stress relief.

6. Independence:

The ability to bathe independently fosters a sense of self-sufficiency among seniors. Walk-in tubs empower them to maintain their personal hygiene without relying on assistance from others.

7. Quick Drain Technology:

Many modern walk-in tubs are equipped with quick drain technology, allowing water to be drained rapidly after use. This reduces the time seniors spend sitting in the tub and minimizes the risk of getting chilled.

8. Easy Installation:

Walk-in tubs are designed for relatively easy installation, making them a practical choice for retrofitting bathrooms. Their standard sizes often fit into the space occupied by traditional tubs.

9. Health and Well-being:

Regular baths are essential for maintaining hygiene and skin health. Walk-in tubs make this routine more accessible for seniors, contributing to their overall health and well-being.

10. Increased Home Value:

Installing a walk-in tub can potentially increase the resale value of a home. Many homebuyers appreciate the safety features and accessibility options that walk-in tubs offer.

Walk-in tubs provide a safe and enjoyable bathing solution for seniors, promoting both physical and emotional well-being. As these tubs continue to evolve with additional features and technologies, they remain a valuable asset for aging individuals seeking a comfortable and secure bathing experience.

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Choosing Your Mobile Abode: A Comprehensive Guide to Travel Trailers vs. Mobile Homes

When it comes to embracing a nomadic lifestyle or simply seeking the freedom to travel, two popular options often come to mind: travel trailers and mobile homes. Both offer unique advantages and cater to different needs, making the choice between them a significant decision for anyone looking to hit the open road. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore the key differences between travel trailers and mobile homes, helping you make an informed decision. Plus, we'll touch upon the crucial aspect of travel trailer maintenance in Michigan, ensuring your mobile abode stays in top shape in the Great Lakes State.

Travel Trailers: The Ultimate in Mobility

Travel trailers are compact, towable homes that are perfect for adventurers who love changing their scenery frequently. Here are some key features and advantages of choosing a travel trailer:

Mobility: One of the primary benefits of owning a travel trailer is the ability to hitch it to your vehicle and hit the road whenever you desire. This mobility allows you to explore new places on a whim and avoid the commitment of settling in one location.

Affordability: Travel trailers are generally more affordable than mobile homes, making them an attractive option for budget-conscious travelers.

Size Variability: Travel trailers come in various sizes, from compact teardrop trailers to spacious fifth-wheel trailers. You can choose the size that best suits your needs and preferences.

Amenities: Despite their compact size, many travel trailers are equipped with essential amenities such as kitchens, bathrooms, and sleeping areas. Some even feature luxuries like entertainment systems and air conditioning.

Mobile Homes: Comfort and Stability

Mobile homes, on the other hand, are larger, more permanent structures that offer a different set of advantages:

Space: Mobile homes provide more living space compared to travel trailers, making them ideal for individuals or families who prefer a roomier environment.

Stability: Once a mobile home is set up in a mobile home park or on private land, it offers a stable and consistent living experience. This can be particularly appealing for retirees or those who desire a more settled lifestyle.

Amenities: Mobile homes often come with a full range of amenities, including larger kitchens, spacious living areas, and multiple bedrooms. Some models even include features like walk-in closets and garden tubs.

Customization: Mobile homes can be customized to a greater extent than travel trailers, allowing you to create a living space that truly feels like home.

Travel Trailer Maintenance in Michigan

Now that we've discussed the differences between travel trailers and mobile homes, let's turn our attention to an essential aspect of owning a travel trailer: maintenance, specifically in the beautiful state of Michigan.

Weather Considerations: Michigan experiences a wide range of weather conditions, from hot summers to cold winters. To protect your travel trailer from the elements, consider investing in proper insulation, weatherstripping, and skirting. Regularly check for leaks and seal any gaps to prevent moisture from getting in.

Tire Care: Michigan's diverse landscapes make it an attractive destination for travelers, but it also means that you'll be putting your trailer's tires through varying terrain. Regularly inspect and maintain your trailer's tires to ensure they're in good condition, and always have a spare on hand.

Winterization: If you plan to use your travel trailer during Michigan's winter months, it's crucial to winterize your plumbing system to prevent freezing. This involves draining water lines and using antifreeze in tanks and pipes.

Routine Inspections: Make it a habit to conduct routine inspections of your travel trailer's exterior and interior. Check for signs of wear and tear, such as loose screws, damaged seals, or malfunctioning appliances. Address issues promptly to avoid costly repairs later.

Storage: When not in use, consider storing your travel trailer in a secure, climate-controlled storage facility. This helps protect it from Michigan's unpredictable weather and potential theft or vandalism.

Conclusion

The choice between a travel trailer and a mobile home ultimately comes down to your lifestyle, preferences, and budget. Both options offer unique advantages, allowing you to create a mobile abode that suits your needs.

Remember that owning a travel trailer in Michigan requires proper maintenance to ensure it can withstand the state's diverse weather conditions. By following the tips for travel trailer maintenance in Michigan provided in this guide, you can enjoy a worry-free and adventurous mobile lifestyle in the Great Lakes State. Whether you're cruising along Lake Michigan's shoreline or exploring the picturesque landscapes of the Upper Peninsula, your well-maintained travel trailer will be your trusty companion on the journey.

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The Cost of Bathroom Renovation in Sydney

Bathroom renovation is a major undertaking and can cost a fortune. It’s important to do your research and compare quotes from licensed tradies.

A premium bathroom renovation can add value to your property and enhance your lifestyle. It also helps if you plan ahead and stick to your budget. To know more about Cost of Bathroom Renovation Sydney, visit the Eastern Suburbs Bathroom Renovations or call 0415902838.

Invest in good-quality fixtures and fittings that are easy to clean, look great, and complement your style. A good ventilation system is also a must as it can help reduce mould growth and freshen up your space.

The cost of a bathroom renovation will also depend on whether you want to add features like a walk-in shower or bath lift, or change the flooring. It’s a good idea to make a list of all the needs you have before you start your renovation so you can budget accordingly.

If you have trade qualifications, you can save money by doing some of the work yourself. However, it’s important to get qualified tradies to handle tasks like plumbing, electrical and waterproofing. These are essential to ensure the safety of your family and that the job is done properly. They’ll also have the appropriate insurances to cover any unforeseen issues that might arise during the project. These can include things like finding asbestos behind tiling or a structurally weak floor.

A bathroom is a room that is often utilised by many people and needs to fulfil some important functions. It should be safe, cosy and appealing visually. It should also be functional and easily accessible for those with mobility issues. This is why it’s crucial to consider the practical aspects of a bathroom when doing renovation work.

It is common for unforeseen problems to arise during the process of renovating your bathroom. These can include the discovery of asbestos behind tiling, structurally weak floors, long-term leaks and choked drains. These unforeseen issues will need to be fixed before the renovation can proceed which can increase the overall cost of your renovation.

The cost of your bathroom renovation Sydney will depend on the size of your bathroom, the amount of work needed and the level of upgrade you’re looking for. It’s recommended that you consult a specialist before deciding on your budget for the project. This will help prevent price surprises down the track.

Waterproofing is necessary for a bathroom renovation, as moisture and water can affect the integrity of your home’s structure. This is why it’s imperative that you work with a licensed tradie to ensure proper waterproofing. Typically, waterproofing costs start at $750 and it can be a substantial portion of your bathroom renovation cost.

The cost of tiling can also be significant. It’s a smart idea to spend time shopping around and comparing prices before selecting tiles for your bathroom. A professional tiler can charge between $75 and $120 per m2.

Aside from the main elements of your bathroom, you’ll need to consider other costs. This can include plumbing fixtures and fittings, vanity tops, and a new toilet. You may also need to hire professionals to complete the electrical work, plumbing and drainage works as well as install your new tub or shower. It’s important to consider all of these costs when planning your budget for a bathroom renovation Sydney.

A normal bathroom renovation includes replacing the walls, flooring and fixtures and fittings. It also involves updating the plumbing and electrical wiring. Some additional costs may include installing a walk-in shower and bath lift or modifying the flooring to be wheelchair accessible.

The labour costs for your renovation will depend on the scope of work and the types of materials you want to use. For example, tile expense can range from $20 per square metre for basic ceramic tiles to $150 per square meter for premium, natural stone tile. A good quality freestanding bathtub cost starts at $1,000 and can go up to $5,000 for a top-of-the-line stone bath with spa elements.

In addition to the above, there are often unforeseen costs that pop up during renovations like structural damage, asbestos discovery behind tiling, water leaks and choked drains. It is always wise to include a contingency budget of around 20% to cover these unforeseen expenses. To know more about Cost of Bathroom Renovation Sydney, visit the Eastern Suburbs Bathroom Renovations or call 0415902838.

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How to Choose and Use Foot Spa Machines

Introduction

If you're looking for a way to relax, pamper yourself and treat your feet, a foot spa is a perfect solution. Foot spas aren't just for getting your feet clean; they also provide massage capabilities that can do wonders for your legs and back. There are many different types of foot spas available, so it's important to choose one that fits your needs. In this guide, we'll go over how to choose the best foot spa machine and use it properly so you get maximum enjoyment from every treatment!

Your foot spa needs to be easy to use and comfortable.

If you have joint pain or other mobility issues, it's important that your foot spa machine fits your body size and can be adjusted so that you're not straining your back or shoulders while using it.

The right foot spa should also have adjustable heat settings so that you can control how hot the water is for a soothing massage. Some models even come with a remote control so you don't need to bend down and change the settings yourself—which is great if you're already in the bathtub!

Finally, make sure your machine comes with a detachable filter that allows for thorough cleaning after each use.

You need to know where your machine is going to live.

If you’re going to be using your foot spa machine every day (which is a great idea), then you need to make sure it has a place in your home that can accommodate this.

Where will the foot spa live?

How much space do I have?

Is there enough room for all of my other stuff, too?

Is there an electrical outlet nearby and how close does it need to be for the machine's power cord to reach?  This may sound like a no-brainer, but I've seen some pretty tiny machines that require an outlet within three feet or so of the machine itself. To me, this seems like not enough distance for even my simplest tasks around the house—and certainly not enough space for something like folding clothes or making dinner! If at all possible, consider getting one with longer power cords (or find somewhere else in your home where one could plug in). In addition to being more convenient when reaching outlets from across rooms, having an extra length on those power cords means they don't get tangled up as often either.  If you're owning more than one such appliance at once (like one of these beauties AND an electric toothbrush), then having them farther apart makes sense both aesthetically and functionally because they won't interfere with each other as much if they're far away from each other physically too!  Note: Some newer models come with wireless charging pads which eliminate this problem entirely by eliminating cords altogether!

Foot spa machines have different features.

Foot spa machines range in size and price, but they all have one thing in common: they need to be cleaned regularly. This is important because the bacteria that causes foot odor can live on and spread from the tub or basin of your foot spa machine to your skin, causing an infection. Always clean your foot spa machine with warm water after each use as well as monthly cleaning with a disinfecting solution.

Cleaners like vinegar or bleach will also work well for regular maintenance to keep mold from growing or any other unsightly buildup from occurring inside your machine's tank (if applicable).

You'll want a foot spa that's easy to clean.

One of the most important aspects of keeping your feet spa clean is making sure you're following the manufacturer's instructions to do so. Most foot spas come with a cleaning kit that includes a brush and scrubber; these are essential for removing dirt and debris from nooks and crannies in your machine. It's also important to make sure you're using the correct cleaning solution for your foot bath, since some may require different chemicals than others.

Another way to keep mold or mildew from forming on your foot spa is by regularly draining it when not in use—the less water there is inside during storage, the less likely it will grow any unwanted bacteria or fungus. This can be done by simply turning off the power at night or letting it sit empty for a few hours between uses; if you want something more precise than that, consider getting an automatic drain valve (you'll see them available online).

Finally: Keep them clean! Sweep out any dust with a soft brush before putting them into storage after use; this will help keep dirt off while they stand idle between uses as well as improve airflow through the machine itself.

There are two main types of foot spa basins.

The first type is a plastic basin, which is usually white or black and has a simple design. The second type is a ceramic basin which can be found in many different colors, including red, blue, and pink. Most people choose the plastic spa because it's less expensive than the ceramic one but both offer great benefits for your feet and ankles!

Use these tips to find the foot spa that's best for you!

Be sure to choose a machine that's easy to use.

Choose a machine that is comfortable for you.

Choose a machine that is easy to clean and maintain, if possible!

Make sure it has all the features you need!

Make sure it fits in your space!

Conclusion

If you’re looking at getting a foot bath massager, we hope this article has helped you decide what kind of machine is best for your needs. There are many different types of foot spa machines available, so it can be hard to choose just one! But if we had to name our favorite type of foot spa machine here at Foot Spa Depot, we'd say go with the classic model: no bells or whistles needed when all you want is a good soak after a long day on two feet.

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Joseph Blake Smith Little Rock AR |8 Practical Equipment for Plumbers Works

Homeowners may take care of more of their own needs with only a small number of plumbing instruments. contrasted to the mobile, highly-specialized equipment that professional plumbers carry on their trucks. This is because most home plumbing repairs depend more on expertise (and new parts). 

 Then on sophisticated equipment and unique skills. Yet, Joseph Blake Smith Little Rock Arkansas shows, there are a few specialized tools that are required for regular plumbing tasks. Clogged drains are at the top of the list of plumbing issues since they are the most well-known.

1. Sink Auger 

The best tool for dislodging and cleaning obstructions in the sink. and tub drains is a sink auger, also known as a drum auger or canister auger. remember to use a closet auger or toilet auger for toilets instead. A flexible stainless steel cable with a corkscrew point at one end makes up a sink auger. To reach a clog and remove it, the cable is stretched into a drain after being wound up within a drum canister.

When the handle is turned while the cable is inserted into the drain, the rotating drum snakes the cable around and bends in the drain pipe. Also allowing the cable tip to penetrate obstructions and draw them out. The drum has a handle and a thumbscrew that locks the cable to the canister.

2. Toilet or Closet Auger 

To unclog toilets, utilize the toilet auger, also known as a closet auger or water closet auger. Even though there is different equipment for different jobs. you shouldn’t use a sink auger or a toilet auger for regular drains. A long metal rod with a curve serves as the toilet auger’s reach into the toilet bowl’s bottom hole. 

To prevent scratches on the toilet’s porcelain, a rubber sleeve is placed over the curve. The auger cable is snagged into or through the blockage by pushing and rotating it. once the equipment is in position.

3. Flange Plunger (Toilet Plunger)

The flange plunger is also known as a ball plunger or toilet plunger. It to a standard plunger but features a flange. an expanded rubber flap below the dome of the plunger head. So that aids in sealing the toilet bowl’s bottom opening. The majority of toilet blockages may be freed with the plunger.  However, which can produce the necessary hydraulic pressure?

4. Cup Plunger (Sink and Tub Plunger)

The most popular plumbing tool in a home may be a cup plunger. Additionally, it features a.....

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Tub Drain Wrench

Here’s a tool that makes removing a tub drain much easier a plumber’s dumbbell. ⏱️⏱️Chapters⏱️⏱️00:00 Follow along with a handyman00:25 Plumbing dumbbell01:10 Be an American not an American’t Hi, I’m Phil Bridges, owner of Straight Arrow Repair. Ever want to know how a repairman fixes things? Well come with me, and I’ll show you how I solve problems. Let’s make things better together. Then the…

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ADRIAN CHASE APPRECIATION WEEK

Day 3: favorite trait / alternate universe

Pairing: Adrian Chase/Reader

Disclaimers: gender-neutral reader, mentions of injuries, self-harm (reader agitates their wounds on purpose to 'feel' something), angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, reader is vigilante

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary:

“You’re Vigilante,” he whispers.

“I am Vigilante, yeah.”

“Holy smokes, Peacemaker.”

...was that seriously a Batman reference.

Author's Note: reader may be vigilante but adrian’s still fucked in the head and reader went “that is my baby girl and i can fix him (make him worse)”. also i have zero idea how bathtubs work

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You’re so glad you took your carpet to cleaning yesterday.

The red visor attached to your mask is cracked, and you internally curse whoever landed the blow on them. They’re prescription, goddamnit.

It paints for an ominous vision of red values. Criminals always make you see blood— the sight of their death is a craving unmatched by any other worldly sustenance there is. Perhaps it’s a dramatic way of putting it, but you might as well compensate from the lack of flair you have in your regular life.

You suppose it’s one of those nights where you see your own blood too. You aren’t gushing waterfalls of red from your wounds which means most of your arteries weren’t ruptured. Small mercies.

But you’re so fucking sore it hurts to think to move. You’re usually much more meticulous about your post-patrol routine. Shit, what if someone knocks on your door? Your lights are on to give the pretense that you’re home when you’re actually out in the streets as Vigilante. It’s late enough that your neighbors won’t be awake to see you sneak into your apartment, but you’re not taking chances tonight.

This is a prime example of a treacherous mind driven by an innate paranoia.

You’re giving yourself enough trouble lying in what feels like your own sick on the floor, and begrudgingly you lift yourself off the ground knees-first.

Limping your way to the bathroom is an arduous task in itself. You don’t have to turn around to see specks of blood you’ve left in your wake. You turn the lights on, and you sit on the toilet lid.

Groaning from your sore muscles, you begin to take the armor off, starting with the mask. You toss it in the sink so you could remember that it’ll be your first priority for repair and cleaning. Routine begins like clockwork as you remove armor pieces that require the least stretching, before moving on to the more intricate bits (the ones to that cover vulnerable spots without compromising mobility).

You run some hot water, eager to wash off the grime from your skin. Dried blood (which you could already surmise is not your own) is already flaking. This might be the part you like the least. You never did like sticky fluids sticking. On you, specifically. It makes you want to scratch at your skin until it bleeds. Although, that would be counter-productive in this situation. You dip a few fingers into the tub.

The water is finally warm enough to not overly agitate your wounds, but hot enough—

“Agh—”

For it to ground you. Bring you to the world of the waking people.

You probably should’ve tilted your head lower when you brought the damp washcloth to drip over your head. Your eyes and mouth remain closed until after you finish wiping your face.

The water is tinted pink by the time you’ve cleaned the upper half of your body. It always starts with the face to the shoulders, then the torso to the hips, and eventually the thighs to the ends of your feet. The only times you deviate from this is when you have grievous injuries on specific areas that need tending first.

You wonder if you should’ve gone straight to the tub. The dampness of sweat replaced by warm water brings relief to your skin. You lean towards the bathtub to pull the drain and—

“Honey?”

Oh no.

You turn your head around to see Adrian holding an umbrella like he’s about to hit someone with it. He drops it beside him but remains frozen in the doorway. You’re only dressed in your underwear, your back and your scars and your gashes in display.

He glances at the sink, no doubt seeing your mask.

Oh fuck.

You can’t kill him. Oh no. Not Adrian—he shouldn’t have—he wasn’t supposed to visit you this late. How could you forget to lock the door? Did you forget to lock the door? How could you be so careless?

God, the room is so blurry and your head hurts from the inside. The adrenaline is making your brain run a mile a minute but your body remains frozen from the shock of Adrian abruptly showing up by the bathroom entrance.

“Hey, hey, hey. Breathe,” He kneels down in front of you, holding your hands that have hurt people, that have killed people, that have done things that would make you clean every crevice of your skin almost every night, “Baby? Baby listen to me, I’m not mad or anything. It’s okay, just breathe. I’m not here to snitch or— or report you, just please tell me you’re okay.”

The tension lingers, but Adrian’s rattled speech pulls you out of your hysteria. You can’t imagine how freaked out he must be, seeing you in the state that you are in.

“I’m…” You hesitate, “I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”

The tank of the toilet is cool against your back when you lean against it, digging into your shoulder blades as you lean against it. Despite your relaxed posture you can’t help but remain tense.

“You’re Vigilante,” he whispers.

“I am Vigilante, yeah.”

“Holy smokes, Peacemaker.”

...was that seriously a Batman reference.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, trying to ground yourself once more from an almost panic attack.

“I got off work late because they made me do inventory and I decided to see how you’re doing since you said you have insomnia and all. The lights were on and—and you weren’t answering the door and I thought something happened to you because usually when you come home you’d play some music even when it’s so late, and I got paranoid when you wouldn’t answer and busted through your door and then there’s blood leading to the bathroom so I took your umbrella from the rack and… here we are.”

You have no idea how you didn’t hear him, but you chalk it up to your exhaustion.

“Adrian.”

He looks at you intently.

“Thank you,” you whisper, squeezing his hands weakly, “For checking up on me.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” He stands up and examines the mess that is your bathroom, “Please let me take care of you? I know both of us are super freaked out but I don’t know if I can handle a whole explanation while you look like you’re about to pass out.”

You nod. The both of you just got out of your jobs (or at least Adrian did. No one is paying you to be Vigilante), and now that everyone’s safe it’s probably for the best to shelf some conversations for later.

He helps you get into the tub with clean water once he drains it from the water mixed with your blood. You sit upright at the ceramic, letting him guide your back to him. His bony fingers massage the back of your neck between your spine.

“Can I ask something?” He sounds a bit nervous.

“Anything,” you tell him seriously. You hope he can sense that.

“Why Vigilante?”

You blink.

“Why did you choose that name?”

“I never wanted to be Vigilante.” You sigh, leaning your head back to meet his gaze upside-down. “I mean, I’ve never been more certain about becoming Vigilante and doing what I do in the name of justice.”

“Then… why regret it?”

“The citizens of Evergreen gave me the name Vigilante because I wouldn’t talk to the bolder journalists when they’d ask.” You look at him with a morose expression, “I wanted to be known as, I don’t know, Vengeance or something. Instead I was Serial Killer the serial killer.”

If you said this to anyone else, you suspect they’d laugh at you. But Adrian doesn’t seem to as bemused as you’d daresay others would be. Not that many people know you’re Vigilante. Once they see you off the mask their blood will stain your fingernails for the next few days.

“I think Vigilante is cool. It reminds people who you are, and what you do for them.”

You smile. “I’m glad you think of me that way.”

The moments that follow are occupied with silence. It feels like something is ruminating—but you don’t know what. As you dry off and put on pajamas Adrian almost looks blank. You know him well enough to know he’s contemplating, but you won’t pry—at least, not until he lets you.

“You said you broke the door down?” You don’t want to risk a home invasion, but you don’t want Adrian to leave your side right now.

“The door still had some secure hinges on it. You know I’m not that strong.”

“But you’re here, anyway. For me. That’s all that matters.”

You don’t know how much the revelation would change the dynamic of your relationship. You don’t want to disregard the sparks in his eyes, glinting with an eerie eagerness when he found out who you are. The excitement you feel is undeniable, buzzing under your skin.

At first, you think you’re going to ruin him but that doesn’t seem right. Adrian wouldn’t hurt a fly, and even if he wanted to he’d look like a fool doing so (—your fool). He’s all gangly limbs with an innocent face and nerdy glasses he’s worn since boyhood.

But it’s not mutually exclusive with how he gets hyper-focused in his fixations like DND; how frenzied he looks when talking about the wrong things in the world and Evergreen to the point it looks like it physically hurts him; how he rambles on and on to you about what he learns in law school; how he finds moments in slasher films funny that raises peculiarity even to you—

It’s fascinating to you. He’s so fascinating to you.

‘No,’ you think. You’re just going to be bringing out a dormant part of him waiting to be found— to be noticed.

The pillow feels so soft and cool pressing against your cheek. Adrian looks peaceful for once, and you take the time to admire the lamp-lit contours of his face. His eyes are closed. The only indication of him being awake is his hand softly pressing shapes into your shoulder blades.

You might not ruin him, but by God is he going to ruin you.

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The Visit

Oh Friday. I look forward to the weekend, and then it all goes to hell. At least I have a chapter to post. :) I hope you guys enjoy this! If anyone wants to give me a little feedback or encouragement, I promise it will only go to good use fueling this along. 🥰

After their trip to Bakersfield, Katarina hadn’t heard from Happy more than once. It had been nearly four months, and she could plainly see he was icing her out. It felt like he was trying to make a point of how not a couple they were. She just wasn’t sure which of them he was trying to prove it to. 

The time with his mom had been incredible. Happy was more relaxed than Kat had ever seen. He wasn’t afraid of being close to her, and it had been easy to think there had been a shift in their dynamic. 

The drive back, though, had been tortuous. Katarina could physically feel Happy shutting her out the closer they got to Tacoma. With every mile, he pulled away just a little bit more, putting his walls back up. 

Katarina had finished a boring week at work, and she was practically humming with the excitement of a weekend. She already had a plan for exactly how to spend her two days of nonwork bliss, ready to melt into a hot bath followed by endless hours of snacks, television, and trying out some cocktail recipes. 

She hauled two cloth grocery bags up the stairs to her apartment. One was filled with salty snacks and sour candy while the other contained fresh bottles of vodka, rum, and a few types of fruit juice. 

After she organized everything in the kitchen, Kat moved on to the bathroom, starting the tap. Her phone vibrated on the counter, and she seriously considered just ignoring it. It made a loud sound as it chattered across the faux marble, and she finally grabbed it, sighing at the UNKNOWN flashing on the screen. 

“Hello?” she answered, dipping her fingers into the water pouring into the tub. It was too hot, and Kat adjusted the temperature. 

“I know you’re mad, but I need a favor,” Happy said through the line. The last request came out on a sigh, clearly not something he was comfortable saying. 

“Why would I be mad?” Kat replied, keeping her voice falsely upbeat. 

“Please.” It was a simple plea, and Katarina’s immediate frustration ebbed. Something was clearly wrong. She could be mad at him later.

“What’s going on?” 

“I haven’t been able to get my mom on the phone for a few days. She was doing pretty bad last time I talked to her, and…” Happy trailed off. It was an unfamiliar tone for him, this softness. 

“Send me her address.” Kat’s weekend plans evaporated, and she shut off the water, already pulling the plug to drain the tub. She moved into her bedroom, taking out a duffle bag and starting to pack a few things. 

“Thank you,” he murmured, the worry and relief mixed in his voice. 

“Of course. Hap, after this though-”

“I know. After this we gotta talk. Just… just don’t give up yet.” Happy didn’t wait for a response, and Kat held the phone away from her ear as she heard the line go silent. She stared at her mobile, trapped in a cloud of disbelief at his words. They were really the last thing she ever expected to hear come out of his mouth. 

A text with Dorothy’s address came in, pulling her back to reality. Katarina looked up directions for it as she slung the bag up onto her shoulder. 

The house was dark and quiet when Katarina arrived. She rang the bell twice before making a loop around the house, peeking in a back window. It didn’t look like anyone was home. 

The doors were locked as were the windows. There wasn’t an obvious way in so Kat sat down on the front porch, trying to think through her options. She really didn’t want to break into the house without a very good reason, but she was also worried that Dorothy might be unconscious inside. 

Luckily, a curious neighbor approached her just a few minutes later. The older woman didn’t recognize Katarina and wanted to find out why she was outside her friend’s home. 

Armed with new information, Kat found her way to the hospital. It took a little more bullshitting to find out what room Dorothy was in, but she managed to convince the nurse that she was family. 

“Dottie?” Kat said quietly, gently knocking on the door of the open room. Happy’s mom was awake and looked in much better condition than Kat had feared she might. 

Dorothy’s face lit up. “Well, you’re not who I expected,” she commented, smiling at Kat. She beckoned her into the room. 

“Happy’s trapped at work so he asked if I could check in on you. I know he’d like to be here, though,” Katarina told her, perching on the chair next to her bedside. Dorothy gave her a look that clearly explained just how much she knew about her son’s desire to be there. 

“I love my son, but he does not do hospitals or emotions.” 

Kat snorted. “It’s like you’ve met Happy before,” she joked, eyes searching Dorothy’s face. Dottie looked alright, but Kat knew how strong she was. “How are you feeling?” 

“Oh, I’m fine,” Dorothy assured, waving off Kat’s concern. “I just got dizzy at the store and lost my balance. The doctors are just being too cautious,” she complained, shifting in the bed. “I tried to call Happy, but I lost the little piece of paper he gave me with his new number,” she said, sighing. “I really just want to go home. I had food in the fridge that’s going to expire.” 

“Trust me with your recipes?” Kat asked, shrugging. “I could go by the house and make sure it’s all cooked. Plus, you’ll have plenty of food to come home to,” she offered, holding out her hand for Dorothy’s house keys. 

“That’s a very sweet offer, but you don’t need to do that,” Dorothy replied, taking Kat’s hand and patting it. “I’m sure I can convince them to let me out tomorrow.” 

“All the more reason to let me get some food ready,” Katarina explained, just as persistent as Happy’s mom. She pulled her hand free and wiggled her fingers, grinning when Dorothy finally started to reach for her house keys. “Perfect. I’ll even see if they’ll let me sneak in a care package for you later.” 

Dorothy pressed the keys into Kat’s palm. “Now don’t try to clean up. I know the house is a bit messy, but I will take care of that myself,” she warned. “You know who I’ll call and complain to.” 

“I wouldn’t dare,” Kat smiled, holding her hands up in surrender. She knew there was no way she would leave Dorothy’s house messy, but Dottie didn’t need to know that right now. 

Back at the house, Kat called the number she had for Happy. It went to voicemail, but she left a message. He would check it when the opportunity came up. 

Dorothy hadn’t been lying. The house was a bit more than messy. There were piles of laundry, some dirty, some just not folded and put away. The sink was piled with dishes and everything needed a good dusting. 

Katarina gathered up the laundry, starting a load before she focused her energy on cleaning the kitchen. Once that was done, she would cook the food. Depending on how late it was, after that, she would dust and vacuum the place. 

It took until the next morning, but Happy finally called her back. He sounded a bit out of breath, and Kat tried not to think about what he had probably been up to. 

“Is she alright?” 

“Yeah, she’s ok, Hap. She fainted at the market, and they called an ambulance. They held her for observation,” Kat explained, wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand. She had finished all of the laundry and most of the cooking, starting on mopping and vacuuming early that morning. “She didn’t want me staying at the hospital overnight so I came back to the house.” 

“Thank you, Kat,” he said softly, clearly wanting to say more but keeping himself at a distance. “Are you ok?” 

“Yeah, I’m great. I’ve been a little wired so I put it to good use. The fridge is now stuffed with enough prepped food for at least two weeks, and I’ve got the place sparkling,” she replied, not sure how to tell him the rest. There was no easy way to explain that his mom might need some more permanent help. 

“You really didn’t have to do all that,” Happy sighed. Kat could hear movement in the background, and she knew his time was almost up. 

“Idle hands,” she laughed, wishing things were a bit easier right now. Katarina wished he was closer, but more than that, she wished she could just tell him that. Someone shouted Happy’s name in the distance. 

“Things are… it’s messy right now, but I’ll get down there as soon as I can. I appreciate you checking in on her.” It was clear from his words that Happy expected her to leave soon. 

“Hap, I’m not going anywhere,” Kat said firmly. She could already imagine just how he would tell her to head home, but she wasn’t having it. “Your mom needs some help right now. I’m graduating next week so I’ll have to go back to Tacoma for a bit, but otherwise, I’ll be here.”

“Kat…” 

“You don’t have time to argue with me right now,” she told him, grinning to herself. Kat was pretty sure that would irk him to no end. “I already quit my job because I need something full time. I’ll just find a job down here,” she shrugged, pinching the phone between her shoulder and ear so she could keep working. “Don’t worry about anything here. Please come back in one piece.” 

“It’s just temporary. I’ll figure something out for the long term. I promise,” he added. 

“Just promise you’ll come home,” Katarina emphasized, trying not to think about the likelihood of that being a promise he couldn’t keep.

Happy took a deep breath. Kat heard someone shout for him again, but Hap didn’t respond to them, just growled a bit. “I’ll always come back, girl.” 

The line went dead, and Kat forced herself to focus on the task at hand. Letting her mind wander wouldn’t do any good right now. 

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Here and Now Waiting part 2

A/N: Can be read as a standalone or as part a continuation of Here and Now.

You look around furtively as you joined the line of people in front of you. It was silly but long queues always made you nervous. What if you bumped into someone you knew? Would you be able to hold a conversation for the few minutes it would take you to reach the checkout line? What if it was someone you didn’t like? A school bully or a crush who turned you down? Why were you even thinking about this? 

You look down at your shopping basket filled with provisions you would need for the next week. Why on earth was the supermarket so full on a Thursday evening? You place the basket down by your feet and stretch your back popping a few joints in the process. Loosening the crocodile clip that held your hair in a messy bun you start to massage the back of your neck. 

The sharp tone of your mobile phone ringing from the back pocket of your jeans pulls you from your thoughts. Was it too late now to ditch the queue and head home? Surely you could do the weekly shop tomorrow morning? You grab the phone and check the name on the display before answering it with a small smile on your face. “Hey what’s up?”

“Hey” Carol’s chipper voice sounds through the phone, “you still at the shops?” she asks. You hear the sound of the fridge door opening and slamming shut in the background followed by a groan.

“Yeap” you pop the P for emphasis, “seems like the entire city decided to do their shopping today so the line is as long as the tales that Sam used to spin.” She chuckles at your response. “What do you need?” you add.

“We’re out of ice cream” she huffs.

You glance down at the shopping basket by your feet. “I know and I’ve got 3 tubs in the basket.” 

“Lifesaver!” she squeals before hanging up on you. 

“You’re welcome! Bye! Geez!” you say with a smile on your face as pocket the phone shaking your head slightly. 

“Next!” you hear the voice of a cashier as you inch closer and closer to the check out register. Your phone blares again and the old lady waiting behind you startles a little at the sound. Going to grab it again you mouth an apology to her. Without looking at screen you answer it. “Carol! Seriously! Woman have a little patience please I’ve also got those brownies that you—“

“Y/N?” the gruff voice of a man stops you mid sentence. You remove the phone from the side of your face to look at the number. The words PRIVATE NUMBER flash and you can hear the mans muffled voice speak.

“…it’s Clint. You there?”

You blink a few times in disbelief. You hadn’t spoken to any of the Avengers for almost 6 months. “Is everything ok?” you ask feeling the blood drain from your face.

“Umm…yea?” he answers. You’re not convinced. 

“Where are you?” he asks.

“I’m…” you swallow hard, “…I’m at the shops. Why?”

“Can you umm…” he starts before the line cuts in and out.

You press the phone closer to your ear. “Clint I can’t hear you.”

“Sorry…it’s a little crazy back here” he answers with a small chuckle. “Can you get here?”

“Here? Where?” you ask as you push your cart with your feet a few inches forward as your line moves again. 

“Oh…ah…the compound. Maybe tomorrow? Are you free?”

“I guess so” you say resting a hand on your hip.

“You’re staying with Carol right? I can send a car to get you.”

“What’s this about, Clint?” you ask perplexed, “and how’d you know I’m with Carol?”

Clint lets out a slow but audible breath. “Umm…I can’t tell you over the phone. We’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah but who’s—“ 

“Great! Thanks Y/N” he interrupts before hanging up.

“Jesus why do people do that!” you moan to yourself. You take a deep breath before sliding the phone into your pocket. After a few minutes of waiting in line a lady calls you forward and you smile weakly at the serious looking, heavy set woman sitting behind the cash register. As she rings out your items she tells you the total - or more like shouts it to you. Handing her a $50 note she passes you your change before staring longingly at her tip jar. You smile apologetically at her but decide that today is not the day you would be tipping anyone. You were not in the mood after the sudden call from Clint. You told yourself you at least deserved something to calm your nerves on the ride home. Maybe a McDonald’s fries or a chocolate sundae would do the trick.

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