#stair lift for elderly
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
homepro-mobility · 2 months ago
Text
Stair Lift for Elderly: Safe & Reliable
Tumblr media
HomePro Mobility offers high quality stair lift for elderly individuals, designed to provide a safe and comfortable way to navigate stairs at home. Our elderly stair lifts are easy to use and fit seamlessly into any residential setting, ensuring smooth movement between floors.
Whether you need stair lifts for seniors with mobility issues or residential stair lifts for long-term use, HomePro Mobility has the perfect solution to enhance independence and safety. Trust us to provide dependable stair lift options that make life at home easier for you or your loved ones.
0 notes
mymobilituyuk · 2 years ago
Text
The best stairlift solution for your home. Our premium stair lift chair provides the ultimate in comfort and convenience, while our future-proof stairlift technology ensures that you are prepared for whatever the future holds. Don't let stairs limit your mobility and independence - upgrade your home with the best stairlift on the market. Watch now to learn more about our top home stairlift solution for 2023.
0 notes
cookinguptales · 7 months ago
Text
that last pic was costarring my very swanky stair lift btw lmao
3 notes · View notes
derbyshireyoutubedemon · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
1 note · View note
brownrice03 · 9 months ago
Text
What Makes Pinnacle Stair Lift A Better Choice?
Tumblr media
One standout feature of Pinnacle Stair Lifts is their low maintenance design. Unlike many other options on the market, Pinnacle Stair Lifts do not require regular lubrication thanks to their innovative nylon polymer gear rack and helical worm gear. This translates to durability, reduced upkeep hassles, and a smooth, trouble-free ride every time.
What makes Pinnacle Stair Lift a better choice? - EZ Living Concepts, LLC | EZ Living Concepts, LLC
0 notes
zvaigzdelasas · 10 months ago
Text
The leader of Yemen’s Houthi movement has urged the Arab world to mount mass boycotts of Israeli goods as he claimed US and UK missile attacks launched on his country were a sign of the impact of the Houthis’ attacks on Israeli-linked commercial shipping in the Red Sea.
In an hour-long address carried on Arabic media channels and suffused with religious rhetoric, Abdulmalik al-Houthi said it was “a great honour and blessing to be confronting America directly”. Overnight the US military fired another wave of missile strikes against Houthi-controlled sites, marking the fourth time in a week that it has directly targeted the group in Yemen.
The strikes were launched from the Red Sea, hitting more than a dozen sites, officials told the AP news agency, and came after a drone launched from areas controlled by the Houthis hit a US-owned vessel in the Gulf of Aden. In his speech on Thursday, al-Houthi claimed the only effect of the recent missile strikes had been to improve his army and navy’s technology, and he ridiculed Joe Biden as “an elderly man that has trouble climbing the stairs of an aeroplane yet is travelling 9,000 miles to attack those that wanted to stand by the oppressed people of Gaza”. He asked why countries that oppressed Gaza felt they had the right to label others as terrorists for fulfilling their religious duty to come to the help of Palestinians, a reference to Washington’s decision on Wednesday to give notice it intends formally to redesignate the Houthis as a terrorist group. He said the Houthis had been singled out because they were prepared to take practical steps to support the Palestinians, whereas the general position of the leaders of many Arab and Islamic countries remained lukewarm and weak. Al-Houthi insisted “nothing – not all the threats, the missiles, the pressure – will change our position”, adding the attacks on ships linked to Israel, or travelling to Israeli ports, would only end when the blockade on Gaza was lifted. [...]
The Houthis’ impact on global supply chains was one of the chief topics at the World Economic Forum in Davos, Switzerland, an indication of how the Houthis have catapulted themselves forward as a geopolitical force. [...]
Houthi leaders have said their attacks on commercial shipping in the Red Sea will end as soon as the “Israeli aggression” in Gaza stops.
18 Jan 24
1K notes · View notes
coldfanbou · 3 months ago
Text
Happy To Be Back
Tumblr media
A little time with Sowon is always nice, so we're going on a date with her, with a slight twist.
Length 2.1K
Sowon X Mreader
Sowon wore one of her nicest dresses, looked at herself in the mirror, and snapped a couple of pictures for her fans. She smiled at herself, excited to be going out after so long indoors. Grabbing her coat, Sowon checked herself one final time before leaving. 
Outside her apartment building, an elderly driver held up a sign with her name. The car was waiting to take her away. These small things made Sowon feel special; she gingerly walked over to the car and greeted the driver before stepping inside. “Good evening!” she said, carefully stepping into the back. 
The driver nodded to her with a polite smile. “Good evening, Miss Sojeong.” The driver shut the door once Sowon had stepped in and walked around the car. He started the drive, making sure to give Sowon a smooth drive to the restaurant you had selected. As they drove, Sowon stared out the window, watching as the shadows created by the setting sun covered many buildings. When the skyscrapers gave way to smaller buildings, she caught a glimpse of the sunset. Since you had come into her life, things seemed to be going her way. She breathed a sigh of relief as she sat back in her seat, eager to see you again. 
Sowon becomes increasingly excited, tapping her feet as the car approaches the restaurant. The vehicle comes to a stop, and the driver walks over to Sowon’s side, opening the door for her. Sowon steps out and looks toward the entrance, spotting you coming out. She smiles and rushes over to you, taking small steps as she moves up the stairs. You extend your arms out, welcoming her into a hug. “I missed you,” she says, burying her head into your chest. Sowon rubs her head against you before peering up and shining a bright smile at you.
“I missed you too.” You plant a kiss on Sowon’s forehead.
“You said you’d see me more often.”
“I know, but I got busy. That’s why I’ll have you for the next few days.” You reassure her.
Those words bring a smile to Sowon’s face, “Really? You promise?”
“I promise, everything is already set. Come on, let’s go inside.” You offer your arm to Sowon, and she takes it, walking alongside you. You walk up to the host stand and give them your name. They quickly check through their book and spot your name.
“Ah, here you are. We are delighted to have you, sir.” The man's voice is welcoming as he leads you to a booth in the corner. 
“How have you been, Sowon?” You ask while looking over the menu.
“I’ve been great. I have some things lined up, so I’m getting a lot of work now. Honestly, things have been going so well since meeting you.” 
“I’m glad to hear that; you deserve it, though. You’ve been working really hard.” Sowon grins and lifts her menu, blocking your view of her. You tell the waiter about your order and focus back on Sowon afterward.
“What have you been up to?” She asks, cocking her head to the side and resting it on her hand. “I want to know what you’ve been doing.”
“Oh, you know, working, traveling to meet clients.” 
“We should go together the next time you're going abroad. I want to spend more  time with you.” Sowon’s whines tug at your heartstrings.
You sigh, “I don’t know, it’s pretty much go there, do business, and head back. It’s not much of a vacation.” 
“It doesn’t matter if it is a vacation. I just want to spend time with you.” Sowon states, staring into your eyes. 
You smirk and sigh, “Alright, I’ll take you with me sometimes. Not always, but some.” Sowon feels satisfied with your answer and leans back. The rest of your dinner is filled with talks about what the two of you have been doing. Sowon explains her workouts and tries to gain some weight while you go over the funnier parts of your work. Your meal was winding down; you paid for it before walking outside with Sowon. The driver pulls up slowly and hurries to open the back door. You laugh and tell him not to work himself so hard as you help Sowon inside. You pat the driver on the back and step inside the car. He drives you to Sowon’s apartment building, where you both head inside. 
Sowon tosses her coat on the couch, leaving herself in her floral dress. She turns around slowly and slowly wraps her arms around you. “Are you going to spend the night?”
“I told you I have you for the next few days.” You press your lips against Sowon’s, your hands moving down her side until they find their place on her waist. You both begin to grin and as you pull away, you see Sowon’s eyes slowly open. “Let’s head to the bedroom.”
“I’d love to.” She replies. You move down, grabbing Sowon and lifting her. She giggles and yelps as you carry her to her bedroom. You crash onto the bed, kissing her again as she gets your suit jacket off you. You pull away from Sowon, unbuttoning your shirt and throwing it to the side before moving back in. You nip at her neck, her soft, smooth skin acting as a canvas as you leave small hickeys on her. You hook your fingers around the straps to her dress and pull them down slowly; Sowon’s moans flow from her lips as she feels your hands squeeze her breasts. “Mmm, harder,” she groans, shutting her eyes. You smirk and pull Sowon’s dress down further, leaving it around her stomach and freeing her breasts; her small brown nipples are already hard. You leave a trail of kisses down Sowon’s neck as you reach her breasts; you kiss each one before attaching yourself to her right breast. Sowon arches her back, raising her chest and wrapping her arms around your head. 
Her other breast isn’t left alone; you pull on the hard nub. It’s enough to make Sowon whine, her mouth shut as she tries to quiet herself. Wanting to hear her beautiful voice, you bite down on her breasts hard enough to leave teeth marks. “Ah! Mmm, keep going…please.” You adjust yourself, gently biting down on her nipple before pulling back. You feel Sowon’s body tense up; she bites her lip and keeps her eyes shut as the pleasure courses through her body. She learned to like the pain you gave her after the first few times. 
Sowon can feel her legs becoming slick with her juices as you tease her breasts. She can feel your hands moving her dress down further, just past her slit. It was hairless, clean-shaven just for you. Your hand snakes down her toned stomach; your fingers quickly become coated in her nectar as you slide them between her slippery folds. Sowon’s moans grow higher as she feels your finger prod her entrance. Her body submits to you as her mind becomes wracked with pleasure.  “I want you, baby,” she mutters. You pause your actions and bring your hand to face, showing Sowon just how wet she is. Her eyes move between your fingers and your eyes. She hesitantly opens her mouth, allowing you to push your fingers inside.  Sowon’s tongue moves around your fingers as she sucks them clean. Sowon becomes intoxicated with the taste, her body becoming hotter as her desires for you grow. 
You back away from Sowon, pulling her dress off and leaving her naked. “I need some help Sowon.” The young woman rises slowly, kissing your chest as she unbuckles your belt and pulls your pants and underwear down. Sowon’s smile grows as she sees how hard you are. She grasps your shaft gently and begins to stroke it. “Ah, Sowon,” you groan. Hearing you moan her name fills Sowon’s heart. You move to lay back on the bed, allowing Sowon more space to work with. With your pants entirely removed, she gets between your legs, leaning down and kissing your cock. Her soft lips start at the base of your cock, slowly moving up to the tip. Sowon takes her time running her tongue along your shaft. She cups your balls, sucking on them softly as she strokes your shaft with her other hand. She watches your reaction, waiting for your praise. Each compliment you give Sowon makes her smile, even as she wraps her lips around the head of your cock. Your moans grow louder as you feel Sowon’s skilled tongue swirl around your cock. She bobs her head slowly, taking in more of you each time. Her lips stretch, and her cheeks hollow as she moves closer to the base. You place your hand on Sowon’s head, pushing her to your pelvis. 
Sowon struggles for a second but quickly recovers, her throat relaxing as your cock forces it to expand. She forces her tongue to move from side to side as you hold her in place. Sowon moves her hand between her legs, mimicking your earlier movement while occasionally slapping her lips. As she begins to run out of breath, you let Sowon go. She pulls back, coughing slightly as she stares into your eyes. She reaches for your cock, stroking it slowly, her delicate fingers wrapped around it. 
“I think I’m going to use them.” Sowon purses her lips and nods, knowing what you mean. She takes your place, laying back on the bed as you reach into her nightstand and pull out a few objects. The first was a pair of handcuffs; you have Sowon’s hands tied to the headboard, leaving her at your mercy. The following two things were nipple clamps with small chains, some of Sowon’s favorite toys. You attach them to her nipples, listening to her moans as they pinch her. 
Finally ready, you spread Sowon’s legs and rub your cock against her folds. She whimpers, “Please put it in.” You tug on the chains, making Sowon moan as her nipples are pulled taught. “Mmm, Master, I want you to put it in,” Sowon moans. You smirk and press the head of your cock against Sowon’s entrance, pushing in slowly and watching as her body accepts you. Sowon throws her head back, moaning loudly as she feels your cock finally push into her. “I-it’s here,” Sowon whispers as you hold onto her hips and move your length fully inside. Sowon wraps her legs around you, wanting to keep you inside. 
You hold onto Sowon’s waist and begin thrusting into her; you watch her hefty mounds jiggle as your bodies meet. You move one hand to the chains, keeping them stretched as you thrust. Sowon’s bouncing breasts gave her pleasure and pain; as they moved, they caused the clamps to pull on her nipples. She cries out, her core tightening. Being unable to do anything besides take your cock, only added to the experience. You let go of the chains and lean down to capture Sowon’s lips; she presses her body against yours, rocking her hips as you drive your cock deep into her slit. Sowon begins to whine as she nears her climax; you knew as much. Her walls clamp down on your cock, increasing your pleasure. 
“Sowon, I’m going to cum.” 
“Cum inside me, cum inside me. Please, I want it all.” Sowon blurts out, moaning as she feels your cock knock against her womb. “I’m cumming!” She yells, her body shuddering and toes curling as waves of pleasure wash over her. You bury yourself inside Sowon and cum right after. She feels your hot cum spill into her, the warmth spreading over her body. You kiss Sowon softly, feeling her hips rock as she grinds against you. She opens her eyes slowly, breathing heavily as she mutters, “I love you.”
You kiss her again and unlock her handcuffs. She wraps her arms around you, her mind slowly drifting off to sleep. You pull out slowly, unhooking her legs. You lay beside the beautiful woman, taking in her form before removing the nipple clamps from her. As she sleeps, you grab your pants and pull out your wallet, leaving the money you owe her on her nightstand. Sowon may genuinely love you, but she was a toy to use for you. You trained her body to respond well, and with a little kind treatment, she fell in love. It was an accident, but you won’t correct it if it meant you paid her less for these nights. If she dedicated herself to you, you might even consider dating her. However, they say never to date prostitutes.
382 notes · View notes
jetii · 20 days ago
Text
Too Sweet
Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
Tumblr media
Pairing: Fox x fem!Reader / Fox x Doctor!Reader
Words: 6,140/26,525
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! fluff, strangers to lovers, grumpy/sunshine, description of blood/wound care, Fox is a little anxious/paranoid, and he needs a hug, you can pry goofy Thorn out of my cold dead hands, smut in part 3? 4?
Summary: Fox has no time for romance. He doesn't even have time for sleep, let alone dates. But when a horrible day at work leads him to you, he suddenly finds himself in danger of reevaluating his priorities.
A/N: Trying something a little different with more, shorter parts for these longer fics. Also forgot to say thanks for 650 followers! hello!
Previous Work | Next Work | Masterlist
Tumblr media
“For the last time, I don’t need a medic.”
Fox is trying to be polite about it, but the tone of his voice is bordering on a growl. Every push on his shoulder is a jab to his pride, making him hiss like an angry tooka-cat. He knows he's being ridiculous, but that's never stopped him before.
His patience is already thin, but it had been stretched to the breaking point by a series of unfortunate events over the course of the day. The first, and arguably the most annoying, had occurred at the beginning of his shift.
Fox had woken up late, and his alarm clock had gone off with a loud, obnoxious tone that had caused him to shoot straight up in his bed, slamming a fist onto the off button. He scrambled out of bed and dressed faster than he thought possible, then hurried into the mess hall for the early shift breakfast. He was late enough that the food line was empty, and his choice was between a bowl of sludgy porridge or an unidentifiable ration bar.
The ration bar had tasted like stale durasteel, and the porridge was more of a thick slop, so Fox had opted for the latter. He scarfed it down with a mug of caf after an overdrawn fight with the machine, which tried to refuse him more than one portion of caf. He had left the mess hall with his stomach growling and his mouth bitter with the aftertaste of the caf, and his mood had soured even further when he found the lift under maintenance, forcing him to take the stairs.
When he arrived at the office, there was an enormous stack of datapads on his desk. A new security system had just been installed throughout the city, and the details were apparently too sensitive to be kept on the holonet. The only copies of the schematics were the ones on the physical datapads, and Fox had the wonderful task of checking every single one.
By the time lunch came around, Fox had managed to read through half the stack despite the constant interruptions. Someone would come in and ask about some obscure policy, or a trooper would report that someone had thrown a bottle at him, and the Chancellor would call for updates, and all the while, Fox had to be careful not to crush the datapads with his gauntlets.
The Chancellor was especially persistent today, calling him in person to demand a detailed analysis of the new security measures. Fox was forced to leave the datapads behind in order to give him an impromptu briefing, which ended with the Chancellor dismissing him with a wave of his hand and a curt, "I'm sure you have more important things to attend to."
Fox was seething when he returned to his office, and in a last minute attempt to escape his prison and an effort to calm himself, he decided to walk the patrol route himself instead of sending a trooper.
Of course, this had to be the day that every citizen on Coruscant decided to commit a crime, from a jaywalking elderly woman to a pair of pickpockets that had made off with a trooper's blaster. There was an argument outside a bar, an illegal speeder chase, and a man had decided to start a fire in the middle of the street, and all this had happened in the span of less than two hours.
Thorn had thought it was funny, but Fox hadn't found it nearly as entertaining. And now, he's been injured during the scuffle with the firestarter, and Thorn is making a big fuss about it.
Fox's shoulder throbs with pain as he moves, and he tries to ignore the way the skin is tightening around the wound. It's only a scratch, but it's deep, and Fox can feel blood oozing out of the cut and dripping down his armor. His head is pounding, and his chest aches from having been slammed against the duracrete by the man's boot.
A hand presses down on his shoulder, and Fox flinches away with another hiss. He turns on Thorn with a scowl
"I'm fine," he growls, shrugging Thorn's hand off his shoulder. "Leave it alone."
"Fox," Thorn says. He's trying to sound reasonable, but Fox can hear the exasperation in his voice. "It's a karking gash on your arm. I can't leave it alone."
Fox rolls his eyes. "I'm not letting you drag me back to the medbay for something as minor as this," he says. He turns and starts walking, heading towards the Senate building. "We've got more important things to do."
"I'm not dragging you to the medbay," Thorn says, running to catch up. He grabs Fox's arm and yanks him to a stop. "You're going to GMF. It's on the way to the Senate anyway."
"What? No!" Fox sputters, but Thorn is already pulling him down the street. He digs his heels into the ground, but Thorn is stronger than he is, and the other commander pulls him forward without breaking his stride.
"You're coming with me whether you like it or not," Thorn says, his voice firm. He doesn't loosen his grip, and Fox can only follow along helplessly. "The office will survive without you for a couple of hours."
"Thorn, you're not—"
"Yes, I am."
Fox scowls. Thorn isn't budging, and neither is he, and they've reached a stalemate. He's considering the merits of just sitting down and refusing to move, but before he can even make a decision, they're already at GMF.
"Let's go," Thorn says, pulling him up the steps. "Just stop trying to act tough and get over yourself."
Fox wants to protest, but Thorn has an iron grip on his arm, and he doesn't want to risk a public spectacle, so he allows himself to be pulled inside.
"Fine," he huffs. He can already feel a headache coming on, and his stomach is still grumbling in protest at its meager breakfast. Maybe he'll be able to sneak away before anyone notices, and no one will ever know that the Commander of the Guard was seen at GMF for such a minor injury.
"That's the spirit," Thorn says, grinning. He pulls on Fox's arm again, and this time, Fox lets himself be dragged away.
Tumblr media
They've been sitting in the waiting room for a few minutes, and Fox is already starting to regret his decision. It's a busy day at GMF, and a steady stream of injured people are filing into the building, filling the waiting room with a cacophony of moans and groans.
Fox's shoulder is starting to throb again, and the wound is leaking blood into the fabric of his blacks. Thorn is tapping his fingers on the armrest of his chair, his expression thoughtful.
"I wonder how many people are in here because of you," he says, looking around the room. There's a group of young men sitting on the opposite side of the room, nursing a variety of wounds. "They must be getting sick of seeing the Guard around here."
Fox glares at him, and Thorn chuckles.
"You'd think they'd learn their lesson and stop committing crimes," Fox mutters.
"We'd all like that," he laughs. "But we both know that won't happen."
Fox sighs, leaning back against the wall. He shifts slightly, trying to find a comfortable position. He's still annoyed about his arm, and now the smell of bacta is starting to get to him. It had always had a pungent, chemical smell to him, and the scent of the various medical supplies is making him queasy. 
He can feel his stomach starting to churn, and he closes his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing. The bright fluorescent lights are only making things worse, and the sound of the door sliding open and closed as various people walked in and out of the medical wing is grating on his nerves.
It doesn't help that Thorn is sitting right next to him, staring him down like he's a suspect in an interrogation. He'd caught on to Fox's plan to slip away almost as soon as they'd stepped into the room, and Fox had been forced to endure his company as they waited for their turn.
"How long is this going to take?"
"They said they were pretty busy today," Thorn says. "I'm not sure, but you're probably going to be waiting for a while."
"Great."
"Don't be such a baby. It'll be over before you know it."
Fox groans and leans back in his chair. He can't help but think of all the work that he should be doing right now. The stack of datapads has probably gotten taller since they left the office, and he'll have even more work to do once he returns.
He hates the feeling of wasting time, especially when there's so much to be done, and at this rate, he'll be lucky if he manages to finish the rest of his work by nightfall. And that was if the Chancellor didn't call him again.
"You should go back," Fox says, looking up at Thorn. "I can handle this."
Thorn raises an eyebrow, giving him an incredulous look.
"And let you weasel your way out of getting that arm checked out?" he scoffs. "I don't think so."
Fox shoots him a glare, but Thorn only grins.
"Nice try, but no," he says. "I'm not letting you out of my sight."
"Thorn—"
"I'm not going anywhere."
Fox sighs and slumps in his seat. He can see that Thorn isn't going to budge, and he doesn't have the energy to argue with him. His shoulder is really starting to hurt now, and the bleeding hasn't slowed down yet. He's getting dizzy, and the queasiness is growing stronger
He closes his eyes, resting his head against the wall. He feels terrible, and the longer he sits here, the worse he feels. The smell of the bacta is making his stomach turn, and the noise and chaos in the room is starting to get to him.
The medical center always brings back memories of the Kaminoans, and he was usually only ever here when one of his brothers was seriously injured. He doesn't have fond feelings towards the place.
"This is a waste of time," Fox mutters. "I could be working, or doing literally anything else right now."
"You know it's not a waste of time," Thorn says. He's looking around the room, keeping a close eye on the other people. "You're injured, and you need to get that taken care of. Stop being such a stubborn di'kut."
Fox is about to say something in response, his eyes land on a medical droid heading their way. He lets out a sigh of relief and gets to his feet. Finally, his suffering is about to end.
"Commander Fox?" the medical droid asks, stopping in front of him with a metallic whir.
"Yes, that's me."
"Please follow me. We're ready for you now."
"Finally," Fox mutters, ignoring Thorn's chuckle. 
He follows the droid down a long, white corridor, his footsteps echoing against the tile floor. He keeps his eyes forward, refusing to look back at Thorn. He doesn't want to see the smug look on his brother's face.
After a few minutes, the droid leads them into an examination room and motions for him to sit down on the cot. Fox complies, perching on the edge of the thin mattress and crossing his arms, trying not to fidget, and Thorn takes a seat in the chair in the corner of the room.
The droid is quick and efficient, running the scanner over his shoulder and chest and checking the readouts. It tells him that he'll need some stitches and bacta treatment, and Fox sigh, nodding his agreement.
"Thank you, Commander," the droid says. It stands still for a moment, processing its data, and then turns and exits the room.
"You're not getting out of this one," Thorn says as soon as the doors shut behind the droid.
"I know," Fox grumbles, slumping in his seat. He rests his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together. "I just want to get this over with."
Thorn shakes his head, a smile playing across his lips. He doesn't say anything, but Fox knows he's just happy to have won. They're both competitive, and any victory, no matter how small, is something to celebrate.
"Stop that," Fox snaps. He doesn't want to deal with Thorn's smugness. He's already irritated, and the last thing he needs is for his brother to rub his victory in his face.
"Stop what?" Thorn asks, feigning innocence.
“That thing that you’re doing with your face.”
“It’s called smiling, Fox, you should try it sometime. I think you could use the practice,” Thorn teases, and Fox rolls his eyes.
Before he can come up with a retort, the door opens, and Fox reflexively straightens, preparing himself for the worst. The medical droids aren't exactly known for their gentle touches and bedside manner.
To his surprise, the person who enters the room isn't a medical droid. 
Fox feels his eyes widen as he takes in the decidedly human figure standing in the doorway, a datapad in hand. Wearing a crisp, clean set of medical whites, you stand tall, and his first thought is that you're beautiful.
His second thought is that you look far too cheerful for someone working in a medical facility. Your eyes are bright, and you're smiling, and the expression is so warm and genuine that it makes him wonder how you're managing to maintain it in a place like this.
It's a nice smile.
It isn't until Thorn clears his throat that Fox realizes he's been staring at you for the last few seconds, and he hastily looks away just as you glance up from the datapad.
"Hello," you say, your voice soft. "Commander Fox, is it?"
"Y-yes," he manages to reply, feeling his cheeks flush.
"And I'm Commander Thorn," Thorn chimes in, and he shoots him a smug look when Fox turns to glare at him.
"Well, hello," you say. Your voice is warm and melodic, and your eyes are sparkling. "It's a pleasure to meet you both."
"The pleasure's all mine," Thorn replies, flashing you a grin.
"Yeah," Fox mumbles. "Pleasure."
He's never felt so awkward in his life, and he's suddenly acutely aware of the blood on his armor, the way his hair is sticking up in all directions, and the fact that he hasn't slept in a couple days. You, on the other hand, look fresh and put together, and you're practically glowing.
You introduce yourself, and you give them a brief summary of your qualifications and experience. Fox doesn't pay much attention to what you're saying. He's too busy trying not to stare at you, and it isn't until he hears the word 'bacta' that he snaps back to reality.
"Wait, what?" he asks.
"Bacta," you repeat, tilting your head slightly. "It's a healing substance that stimulates the body's natural ability to regenerate tissue."
"I know what bacta is," he says, his tone coming out harsher than he intended.
You blink at him, clearly startled by his response, and Fox feels his face heating up.
"Right," you say, clearing your throat. You offer him a small, polite smile, and he looks away, embarrassed. "As I was saying, we'll need to administer a small dose of bacta to the area where the injury occurred. It shouldn't take more than a few minutes."
"Fine." Fox crosses his arms and tries not to scowl, and you turn away, tapping on your datapad again. Thorn kicks him in the shin, and Fox gives him a look. The other commander gestures with his eyes to you, and Fox frowns, shaking his head.
"Do you have any allergies or medical conditions?" you ask, looking up from the screen.
"No," Fox says, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. The mattress is far too thin, and the metal frame is digging into the back of his knees. "I already told the droid."
"Right," you say. "Just making sure."
Fox glances over at Thorn, who gives him an exasperated look, and Fox sighs. He knows that he's being difficult, but he can't seem to stop himself. His shoulder hurts, his head is throbbing, and his stomach is rumbling, and he just wants to get this over with so he can return to the office and finally finish the rest of his work.
He looks back at you and sees that you're staring at him. You're looking at him with concern, and your lips are pressed into a thin line. You're not smiling anymore, and Fox feels a twinge of guilt.
"You don't have to be nervous," you say. "This is going to be a quick procedure, and it won't hurt at all. We'll use a local anesthetic and numbing spray, and you won't feel a thing."
"I'm not nervous," Fox protests, his face flushing. "I just don't have time for this."
"I understand," you say, and your expression softens. "But this is important, and we need to make sure that you're taken care of."
Fox wants to argue, but there's a hint of steel in your tone, and the look in your eyes is firm. You're clearly not going to let him get out of this, and he sighs, resigning himself to his fate.
"Alright," he says, reluctantly.
"Great," you say, giving him a small, reassuring smile.
He feels a little better when you smile at him, and he tries not to smile back. You turn away, busying yourself with setting up the equipment, and Fox takes the opportunity to look at you again. You're standing with your back to him, and he can see the outline of your figure through your medical whites. You're not very tall, but you're not short either, and he wonders how old you are. You can't be older than twenty-five, he guesses, but it's hard to tell with natborns.
"How did you get that injury, anyway?" you ask, glancing over your shoulder.
"Work-related incident," Fox says. He doesn't want to tell you the truth. He doesn't want you to think he's a clumsy idiot, or that he can't do his job properly.
"Oh," you say, sounding a little surprised. You turn back to the equipment, and he can see the muscles in your back tense. "That sounds... dangerous."
"It's nothing," Fox says, his voice low. "I can handle it."
"Of course," you say softly. You turn around and walk over to the cot, your gaze focused on the equipment. "Okay, armor off, Commander. Let's see it."
Fox stiffens, his heart skipping a beat. "I—what?"
"The injury," you say, your brow furrowing slightly. You reach over and brush your fingers against his arm. "Is something wrong?"
"No," Fox says, a little too quickly. 
Thorn lets out a snort, and Fox glares at him. He just raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk on his face, and Fox rolls his eyes.
"Sorry, it's been a long day," he says as he turns back to you. "Just a bit tired, is all."
"That's understandable," you say, your lips curving into a small, sympathetic smile. "If it makes you feel any better, I've been on my feet since 0600."
"I think you win," Fox says, his voice dry.
You let out a small, breathy laugh, and his heart skips a beat again. It's a nice sound, and he feels a strange surge of pride at having caused it.
He was truly terrible at making small talk, and most people found his dry sense of humor off-putting. The fact that you had laughed at his words, even if it had been a polite, professional laugh, was surprising. It was hard not to see it as a small victory in an otherwise terrible day.
You smile at him again, and he feels a sudden urge to smile back. You look like you're about to say something, but then your datapad beeps, and the moment is lost.
"I'll be right back," you say. "Just got to check something."
You step out of the room, and Fox lets out a breath, relieved that you're gone. He hadn't expected you to be so friendly, or to be so concerned about him. Most natborns just saw the troopers as an extension of their equipment, and they only spoke to him if there was a problem. You're different, though, and it's unnerving.
"You're blushing."
"What?" Fox sputters, turning to Thorn. "What are you talking about?"
"Your face is red," Thorn says with a wide grin.
"It's the lights," he says, pointing to the ceiling. "They're too bright."
"I didn't know we could blush," Thorn teases. "That's kinda cute."
"Shut up."
"Oh, come on. You can't tell me you're not at least a little bit interested."
Fox sighs and shakes his head. "Not now, Thorn. We're in a medical center, not a bar."
"Good thing, too." Thorn stands up and starts to help him unlatch his armor, a smirk on his face. "Cause if we were, you wouldn't have a chance. She's way out of your league."
"You're the worst," Fox says, and he swats Thorn's hands away and reaches up to unfasten his shoulder plates himself.
"She's pretty," Thorn continues, ignoring him. He pulls off Fox's pauldrons and sets them on the ground. "And she's not scared of you, either. That's a first."
"Yeah, well, she works in a medical facility," Fox mutters, slipping out of his cuirass. "They must have taught her how to deal with difficult patients."
"Maybe," Thorn says. He removes the rest of Fox's armor, placing it carefully on the ground, and then steps back. "But I don't think that's it. She's nice."
"She's paid to be nice."
"That's not fair, and you know it."
"I don't need you playing matchmaker," Fox grumbles.
"Fine," Thorn says, crossing his arms. "But if you don't ask for her frequency, I will."
Fox's eyes widen. "Don't you dare—"
The doors slide open again, and you step inside, your expression bright. "Sorry about that."
Your gaze is focused on the gloves you're pulling over your hands as you walk in, but as soon as you look up, your smile vanishes, and you freeze. Your eyes are fixed on his arm, and Fox quickly glances down, noticing the large dark patch of blood seeping through his undershirt.
"Oh, Commander!" you exclaim, hurrying towards him.
"It's not that bad," he says. He hadn't realized how bad it was until now, and his heart is pounding in his chest. "I'm fine."
"No, you're not." Your tone is stern, and he finds himself shrinking back a little under your intense gaze. "Now sit still."
Fox does as he's told, watching as you pull a stool over and set up a tray. Your movements are swift and practiced, and you don't seem at all bothered by the amount of blood. You're frowning, but your eyes are calm, and Fox finds himself relaxing a little.
"Let's get this over with," you mutter.
You're not smiling anymore, and it unsettles him. He'd thought that he had imagined the steel in your voice earlier, but now he can hear it clearly, and it sends a shiver down his spine.
"Yes, sir," he says, trying to lighten the mood.
"It's doctor, actually."
Fox winces.
"My mistake," he mutters, his voice apologetic. "Force of habit."
You look at him, and he thinks he sees the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, but before he can be sure, your face is composed and neutral again.
"Would you prefer I cut the sleeve off, or would you rather take it off yourself?"
"I'll do it."
You nod, and he lifts his arms, peeling the soaked fabric away from his skin. His stomach clenches at the sight of the deep, bloody gash, and the stench of copper is heavy in the air. He can feel the blood beginning to trickle down his arm, and the sight of his pale, slick flesh is almost enough to make him vomit.
"Are you okay?" you ask, placing a hand on his uninjured shoulder.
"Yeah," Fox manages. He's feeling a little woozy, but he tries to push it down. "I'll be fine."
You give him a sympathetic look, and he looks away, his gaze fixed on the wall.
"Okay," you say. You grab a vial and a syringe and inject it into his arm. "This should help numb the pain. Try not to move."
Fox nods, and you lean closer, gently cleaning the wound. The smell of the disinfectant is strong, and he forces himself to focus on your face instead. Your expression is calm, and you're humming softly as you work, and he finds himself relaxing a little more.
"How did this happen, anyway?"
"Like I said, it's work-related."
"So it was a knife, then?"
Fox glances at the gash, and he nods. He can't tell if the cut is deep enough to require stitches or not, and he's a little worried that the knife might have hit an artery.
"You're going to have a nice scar."
"Good. It'll match the others," he mutters, his tone flat.
You pause for a moment, looking at him. Your expression is unreadable, but there's a sadness in your eyes that he doesn't understand. You resume cleaning the wound, and he tries not to think about it.
"Do you always go out in the field?" you ask.
"Sometimes."
"And do you usually get injured like this?"
"It's not uncommon."
"Hmm." You're quiet for a few moments, and then you glance up at him, your eyes filled with concern. "You're very brave."
Fox is stunned. No one has ever said anything like that to him before, and it catches him off guard. He doesn't know how to respond, and he just sits there, staring at you. You don't seem to mind, and you return your attention to his wound.
"This is a lot deeper than I thought," you murmur. "It'll need a few stitches."
"Okay," he says, his voice soft.
"Try to relax," you say, gently touching his arm.
He nods, and you begin to sew up the wound. He tries not to think about the fact that the needle is digging into his flesh, and instead focuses on the feeling of your gloved hands on his skin. They're gentle and warm, and the scent of the disinfectant is beginning to fade, replaced by the faintest trace of flowers.
He can't remember the last time someone touched him so tenderly. His brothers are rarely so careful, and most people who touch him are doing so with the intention of causing him harm. It's a pleasant change, and he finds himself enjoying it more than he expected.
"Sorry," you say, glancing up at him. "Almost done."
"Take your time," Fox replies. "I'm in no rush."
That's patently untrue, but the lie slips from his lips easily, and he's rewarded by a smile. He can see Thorn giving him a pointed look, and he knows that his brother will never let him live it down. But right now, he doesn't care.
The smell of flowers grows stronger, and he realizes that it's coming from you. The scent is subtle, but pleasant, and he's surprised by how much he likes it. He wonders what the source is. Is it your hair? Your skin? Or maybe it's something you wear, like perfume. He can't quite tell, and the mystery is starting to bother him.
You finish suturing his wound, and you dab some bacta gel over the stitches, sealing them. The sensation is cool and soothing, and Fox lets out a soft sigh of relief.
"How does that feel?" you ask.
"Better."
"Good," you say, your expression softening. You reach out and squeeze his uninjured shoulder, and Fox's eyes widen slightly at the unexpected gesture. "You should be all set, Commander."
"Thanks," he says, and the word sounds awkward in his ears. He's never thanked anyone for treating his wounds before. Usually, it was a medic droid, or another trooper, and his thanks were never required. But somehow, the words seem necessary now.
"Of course," you say, a hint of surprise in your voice. You remove your gloves, tossing them in the bin, and turn to clean up your equipment. "Do you have any other injuries, Commander? Any other...work-related incidents?"
"No, nothing else."
"Good." You stand up and stretch, and Fox takes the opportunity to admire the shape of your body. He can't help himself, and he quickly looks away, a flush rising on his cheeks.
"Thank you," Thorn chimes in, and Fox nearly jumps out of his skin. He had almost forgotten that the other commander was there, and his brother is looking at him with a knowing smile.
"You're welcome," you say, smiling at Thorn. You turn to Fox and offer him a smile, too, and he tries to smile back. It probably looks more like a grimace, and he quickly drops it.
"Now, remember, if that gets infected, or the stitches come loose before they dissolve, I want you to come right back, okay? No excuses."
"Got it," Fox replies.
"I mean it, Commander," you say, and you give him a stern look. "Don't make me hunt you down."
Fox blinks, his heart skipping a beat. You're serious, and he finds himself nodding, agreeing without thinking.
"Yes, sir," he says, and then mentally curses himself. "Doctor."
You chuckle, and the sound makes his chest tighten. It's the nicest sound he's heard all day, and he can't help but smile. You give him a playful salute, and he returns it, and you laugh again.
"Well, I hope we don't see each other anytime soon," you say, grinning.
"Me, too," Fox mutters, before he stiffens. "I mea—"
"I know what you mean," you say, your eyes sparkling. You hold out a hand, and he hesitates for a moment before taking it. Your skin is warm, and his breath catches in his throat when you gently squeeze his hand. "Take care, Commander."
"You, too," he says, and your smile widens. 
You pick up your datapad and step around the cot, moving towards the door. As you pass him, Fox catches another hint of the flowery scent, and his eyes widen. Lavender. It's lavender.
"Have a good day, gentlemen," you say. You flash him one last smile, and then you're gone.
He lets out a long, slow breath, trying to process what just happened. He feels... strange. There's an odd warmth in his chest, and he's still not quite sure what it is. He doesn't think it's anything bad, but it's new, and he doesn't know what to do with it. Maybe it's the blood loss. Or the painkillers. Or maybe it's the bacta. Yeah, it's probably the bacta.
Thorn slaps him on the back, and he lets out a startled noise, nearly falling off the cot.
"I don't know what the hell that was," Thorn says, chuckling. "But it was the most pathetic thing I've ever seen."
"Shut up."
"Seriously," he continues. "She's definitely way out of your league. I might even say she's way out of mine."
"I'm leaving," Fox grumbles. He grabs his armor and starts putting it on, trying not to wince as the plates rub against the bandages. "Get out of my way."
"Sure, sure," Thorn says, stepping aside. He gives Fox a sidelong glance, a mischievous look in his eyes. "Just make sure you give her your frequency."
Fox stops, his helmet half-on. He stares at Thorn, his mouth agape, and then turns away, pulling his bucket on over his head. He's not about to give Thorn the satisfaction of an answer. Not when his brother is clearly enjoying his discomfort so much.
He stalks out of the room, his boots echoing against the tile floor. Thorn follows, laughing, and Fox can feel his cheeks burning. He keeps his head down, his shoulders hunched, and he's determined not to speak another word. 
As they walk through the lobby, he notices you standing at the desk, speaking to the receptionist. You're not smiling anymore, but Fox can still see the ghost of it on your lips, and he feels the strange warmth growing inside him.
Thorn elbows him, and Fox lets out a hiss, glaring at him through his visor. He's already starting to regret allowing Thorn to drag him here. This whole experience had been far more traumatic than the injury itself, and he would have been better off ignoring it. But as he looks back at you, his gaze lingering on your form, he finds that he doesn't really regret it. At least not entirely.
The receptionist hands you a datapad, and you nod, thanking her. You turn and look at him, and he quickly ducks his head, pretending to adjust his pauldron.
"Commander!" you call out. "Wait a moment."
Fox stops, and Thorn snorts. He turns and sees you approaching, a small smile on your lips.
"Forget something?" he asks, and he winces internally at how gruff his voice sounds.
"Yes, actually," you say, stopping in front of him.
"Okay," he says slowly. He doesn't really understand why you're talking to him again, but he's not complaining. "What is it?"
"Your frequency."
Fox freezes, his eyes widening. He can't believe what he's hearing, and for a moment, he's convinced that he's misheard. It doesn't seem possible. Not with how the day has gone so far.
He glances over at Thorn, who's practically vibrating with excitement, and he quickly turns back to you, his heart racing.
"Uh..."
"I'll have the receptionist check in on you every few days, just to make sure everything is healing up okay," you continue. You hold out your datapad, and he takes it automatically. "But if there's any complications, or you notice anything unusual, don't hesitate to contact me, okay?"
The breath leaves his lungs, and he's grateful for the bucket over his head. Right. Of course. You're his doctor. This is completely professional. The disappointment that floods his veins is surprising, and he mentally scolds himself. What had he been expecting, anyway?
“That won’t be necessary," he says, handing the datapad back. "But thank you."
You frown. "Commander..."
"It's fine." He turns and gestures for Thorn to follow. "Come on, we've got work to do."
He can hear Thorn muttering behind him, and he knows that his brother is probably annoyed, but he doesn't care. The warmth inside him has vanished, replaced by an uncomfortable numbness. He doesn't know what he was hoping for, and he's glad that the conversation is over. It's better this way.
You call out after him, but he ignores you, and within moments, he's out of the building and back on the street. Thorn is right behind him, and they start the long trek back to the office.
"I can't believe you just did that," Thorn mutters.
"Did what?" Fox asks. He doesn't look at him, keeping his eyes fixed forward. He can feel his face heating up, and he's suddenly feeling very tired.
"You're an idiot," Thorn says, shaking his head.
"Shut up."
They walk in silence for a few minutes, and Fox tries not to think about the conversation. It doesn't matter, and it's better to just forget it.
He's been doing this job long enough to know that it’s dangerous to get attached to people, especially when they were civilians. Things never worked out, and the risk of getting hurt was too great. He'd seen too many of his brothers get their hearts broken by the citizens they were trying to protect, and he wasn't about to let that happen to him. It wasn't worth it. And you weren't special, anyway. You were just another natborn.
He repeats these thoughts to himself over and over, and eventually, he starts to believe them. The warmth inside him disappears, and the numbness returns. He's relieved. He's finally starting to get his head on straight, and the sooner he forgets about you, the better.
And yet, when they reach the Senate building, Fox hesitates. His eyes wander towards the medical center towering over the cityscape, and he feels a twinge in his chest. He tries to ignore it, and he continues walking, heading towards the office. But the ache doesn't go away, and the image of your smile lingers in his mind, taunting him.
He doesn't know why it bothers him so much. He'd only just met you, and it was nothing but a brief conversation. There was no reason to be upset. But somehow, it feels like something was taken from him. And he can't figure out what it was.
Tumblr media
Taglist: @baddest-batchers @covert1ntrovert @stellarbit @bruh-myguy-what @qvnthesia
@spicy-clones @kindalonleystars @cw80831 @totallyunidentified @heidnspeak
@lovelytech9902 @frozenreptile @chocolatewastelandtriumph @etod @puppetscenario
@umekohiganbana @resistantecho @dindjarins1ut @tech-aficionado @aynavaano
@burningnerdchild @ihatesaaand @lolwey @hobbititties @mere-bear
@thegreatpipster @lordofthenerds97 @tentakelspektakel @notslaybabes @mali-777
@schrodingersraven @megmegalodondon @dangraccoon @dreamie411 @sukithebean
@bimboshaggy @anything-forourmoony @9902sgirl @jedi-dreea @salaminus
@ghostymarni @gottalovehistory @burningnerdchild @yoitsjay @callsign-denmark
@julli-bee @sonicrainbooms @captn-trex @feral-ferrule @webslinger-holland
@marchingviolist @deerspringdreams @chaicilatte @somewhere-on-kamino @silly-starfish
@floofyroro @veralii @chubbyhedgehog @meshlajetii @heaven1207
@808tsuika @aanncummings
192 notes · View notes
whisper-in-the-night · 3 months ago
Text
Undesirable
Tumblr media
Plot: Thomas is omega who will never find his true mate. Or no?
Warnings: omegavers; deviation from the canon; omega!Thomas Hewitt, alpha!male!reader / Y/N
Note: sorry for a long waiting, I finally finished it :)
Part 3 | Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 , Part 5
•••
You entered the comfortably furnished kitchen, which was noticeably cooler than outside under the scorching Texas sun. The dark light curtains on the windows were tightly pulled apart, leaving the room in a slight semi-darkness, but this did not particularly affect the visibility in the room. The light source was a chandelier on the ceiling with a slightly crackling yellow light bulb.
Luda kindly sat you down at the table and put a kettle on the stove. There was a strange, but not unpleasant smell in the room, rather just an unusual one. You glanced around the room, admiring the small, but once lovingly furnished by the Luda herself. Obviously, this was the place where the woman spent most of her time, and not because of any household chores, but simply because of the peace of mind felt in this room.
There was a shrill whistle, and Luda, after putting a towel on the handle of the kettle, took the kettle off the stove and began pouring boiling water into cups. They were very beautiful cups that looked like real pearls. They looked very thin and delicate, each cup was painted in a delicate pastel color and framed with a gold border. And even though there were chips on the cups in some places, they still remained beautiful and graceful. After pouring tea into cups, Luda went to one of the cupboards and pulled out a plate with a small pie, in which several pieces were already missing. It must have been an apple pie, although you couldn't tell just by the look of it.
The woman carefully placed the pie in front of you and sat down on the next chair.
"Honestly, I wasn't expecting guests," she said with a smile, putting a piece of pie in your saucer. "Besides, I'm often not at home. It's been a long time since I've just had tea with someone, Y/N."
In response, you slightly lift the corners of your lips and thank the woman for the treat, breaking off a piece of pie with a teaspoon. But despite your first impression of this lovely woman's children, you realized from her further talking that they weren't so bad. Yes, Luda spoke of them as big children, but she loved them. And they obviously did too, just showing it in their own way. Right now, for you, she was just a woman who had a lot on her mind, and who simply had no one to talk to before you appeared. And you turned out to be a good listener. By the end of her dialogue, you've already eaten three whole pieces of pie.
"Thanks for the food, Luda. You cook just amazing," you said, smiling, "And where is your toilet..?"
"Oh? On the second floor, the second door on the right, honey."
You nodded briefly and went in the indicated direction. The bathroom was small, obviously it was a guest one, but cozy and clean. You quickly went to the toilet and hastily washed your hands when you heard new voices downstairs. A car door could be heard slamming violently from the outside, and then the front door closed. The house was filled with a lot of footsteps. Luda said something displeased to the newcomers, but you didn't hear what exactly. More footsteps, knocks, metal scraping. And silence.
You carefully left the bathroom and went down the stairs. Your fingers dug into the wooden railing with force when you saw strangers in the middle of the room. In the living room, an elderly man, a little older than Luda, was sitting in an armchair, and another man was standing next to the woman herself, who was standing in the center of the room and actively talking. In a beige uniform, taller than a woman, he looked like a typical sheriff you've seen in neighboring states. His hat was slightly on one side, and his hands were in his pockets. And his every resistance to Luda began with a tearful 'Oh mom!'. It was obviously one of her sons.
Finally, the man turned around, his wrinkled face frowning.
"Who the hell is this kid?" He gave you a look full of contempt.
"Charlie! This is our guest, he brought me home," Luda replied, grabbing her son by the nose.
"Mom, I asked you not to call me that in front of someone!"
The man came up to you, examining you from head to toe and as if constantly chewing something. He chuckled.
"You're a tough guy. Clearly not one of those.."
You smiled nervously, not knowing how to behave. The only thing left for you in this situation was to make a good impression and behave politely.
"Hello.. I am Y/N Y/S," you said in as even a tone as possible, holding out your hand. The man grunted in disbelief, but returned the handshake. "Hoyt. Sheriff Hoyt. "
There were heavy, slow footsteps and deep breathing behind you. A mixture of a pleasant peach fragrance, mixed with metal, wood and something else, hit your nose. Luda's face softened a little, and a soft word came out of her mouth 'There you are, Tommy.' You turned around and saw the same big, sweet guy you saw that day at Mrs. Hewitt's store. Thomas's dark hair was tousled and looked damp with sweat, and he was wearing a plaid shirt and a work apron stained with something dark brown.
"Tommy, why don't you take our guest to his room? And change your clothes, please. Dinner is coming soon."
The door handle clicked, and the man gently opened the creaking door in front of you. The room was small but cozy. There is a large bed in the corner of the room, a desk against the wall, a wardrobe and a large window curtained with white, slightly dusty curtains. The window was wide open, so that the air that had warmed up during the day penetrated into the room. You gave a short nod to your new acquaintance and entered the room. The mattress was incredibly soft, although there were old springs in some places, so it really made you feel at home. The bedspread was a little dusty, probably due to the rare use of this room, but the sheets underneath were crisp and clean. You looked up at the giant standing in the doorway and smiled slightly.
"Thank you," you said, and you could have sworn that in the blink of an eye, the room was filled with even more delicate scent of peach and honey.
The man nodded curtly and walked away. Immediately, another door creaked. Apparently, your room was next to his bedroom. You sighed, sinking your whole body onto the bed, small specks of dust rose into the air at once, now clearly visible in the rays of the evening sun. These people were strange. But they were.. nice? Maybe. At least they're better than your narcissistic relatives.
141 notes · View notes
homepro-mobility · 3 months ago
Text
HomePro Mobility: Get the Best Stair Lift for Your Home
Tumblr media
HomePro Mobility offers top quality stair lift designed to enhance safety and comfort in your home. Our range includes stairlifts for elderly, stair lifts for seniors, and stair lifts for old people, ensuring you find the perfect solution for your needs.
Whether you are looking for a stairlift for home use or need a specific model to match your home's layout, we have options that fit every requirement. Trust HomePro Mobility for expert installation and reliable, easy to use stair lifts that improve mobility and independence.
0 notes
arcadia-of-pluto · 29 days ago
Text
Divisa; One
Tumblr media
Parings; LADS OT4 x reader
Word Count; 3,052
Themes; reality hopping, alternative universe (same universe, just things are a little different), doppelganger, multiple endings, slowburn
Warnings; swearing, maybe an existential crisis or two
Notes; Hey guys! Divisa is finally out!! This won't be following the original story at all. Just bits and pieces here and there. This is going to be different compared to “Twist of Fate”– it's also going to be shorter. I'd say possibly fifteen chapters? There will be five different endings; Four endings will be with each love interest and the fifth will be with all of them. The original MC will not be a white lotus (aka someone who seems sweet, but is actually a bitch) and certain things will be changed. This is based on the universe of LADS, but the whole in-game story doesn't mean anything– unless I mention it specifically! You'll see what I mean.
It’s gonna have a bit of a slow start, but I hope you stick around for it regardless! If there's any smut, it'll be in the endings. So, this is only rated as mature purely for all of the swearing! (ps I'm sorry for naming the reader's father, but I felt it was necessary to do so)
Also! This will have a sporadic upload schedule, so if I finish a chapter, I'll post it soon after. There's no specific day I'll upload this <3 Hope that's okay.
prev || next
☆ Masterlist ☆
Tumblr media
Divisa
//Latin and Italian for: Divided//
||adj.||
Split into parts; separated
Not united; in disagreement
○o。. .。o○
“Seriously, how much shit does Grandma have up here?” Another box joins the stack of five and you wipe sweat from your forehead with your sleeve.
It was your day off today and while you'd love to spend it relaxing, instead you offered to help your elderly grandma clean out her attic— because “you're her favourite grandchild”, her words…You were her only grandkid.
You had already been there for well over an hour, cleared out five boxes so far, and grandma still wasn't home yet. She was at the farmer's market before you even arrived, so she should've been back by now, but you know your grandma is a chatterbox. She'd yap her whole life away if she could.
You take your jacket off and tie it around your waist, slinging your mini-backpack on once more– it's a habit to always have it on you. You never know when you might need something. Like your chapstick, hand sanitizer, a pen…It's almost a mystery how the bag isn't heavy as hell with how much junk is in it–
You head back up the stairs and glance around at the almost empty attic. You wondered what exactly grandma was going to do with the place after it was clean– maybe she'd turn it into a room for you? You shake your head at the thought and go back to moving boxes.
With a heavy box in hand, you head back toward the stairs. The box slips just slightly within your clammy hands and you bring your knee up to help keep a hold of it. This, however, causes you to fall. Your shoulder slams into the sharp corner of an even heavier box and something on top of the box makes a loud noise as it hits the hardwood floor.
You suck in a deep breath to disguise the pain in your shoulder and quickly roll over to check on the fallen object, internally hoping it wasn't something really valuable. But once you spot it, you're confused.
It was…a jewelry box?
Your grandma wasn't one to wear jewelry, so this was out of the ordinary. The wooden box also seems pretty…old.
You pick up the weathered box and lift the lid to make sure the hinge still works. That's whenever you notice something wrapped in a cloth.
You set the box to the side and pick up the cloth. It was hefty, so there must be some kind of jewelry wrapped up in it. Maybe a necklace?
You unwrap it and before you can look at the necklace, a signature at the corner of the cloth catches your eye.
It was your grandpa's name.
You have never personally met the man, but your grandma loved to tell stories about him. The stories were a little…odd, but you would blame that on her being old and the possible beginnings of dementia. She would tell tales of another time period entirely, how grandpa was a prince and she was wrongly deemed as a saint, how she had to run away with your mother and grandpa couldn't come back here with them…
While it was a beautiful story, you often wondered if it was just a coping mechanism and something bad had happened to your grandpa, but you didn't dare ask your mother.
It seems as if the men in your family were never present, so maybe…there's a curse that only affects the men? Seeing as your father wasn't present either, but your mom had so many pictures of him. You even kept a picture of the two of them in your wallet.
Those thoughts aside, it seems like grandpa was an actual person, at least…even though this cloth– handkerchief, you realize– appeared to be just as old as the box itself, but that can't be possible.
You shake your head and set the handkerchief back into the jewelry box, turning your attention to the necklace.
It was honestly a rather beautiful gemstone necklace. It almost seemed familiar somehow, like you've seen it in a Marvel movie or something. It was a deep red-wine coloured stone with silver wire coiled around it like a vine. It hung from a thin, silver chain.
It was pretty and you did love collecting shiny things, so maybe you could ask your grandma if you could keep it. You pocket the necklace for now and, as you go to stand back up, you spot a piece of folded up paper on the floor. You grab the paper between two fingers and open it up. The tiny scrap of paper only has four words written on it.
The Reality Stone || Aether
Aether?
That word seems…oddly familiar to you. Why– oh, right!
Your phone buzzes with a notification.
‘Rafayel is waiting for you’
A scoff slips from your lips and you shake your head. You did need to check up on your game today and do your dailies…and you did make a huge dent in the attic, so you're sure your grandma would allow you to rest for the remainder of the day. Then, tomorrow, she could help you with the rest!
With your decision made, you put your phone away and descend down the stairs. But then, your pocket feels oddly warm. Intensely so– It's like it was burning a hole through your jeans and you pause mid-step to grab the necklace from your pocket, but you miss a step with your heel and you feel your body fall forward.
Panic spreads throughout your chest, because you know this won't be a pain-free tumble. You'd be lucky to escape with just a sprained ankle or wrist. Your eyes squeeze shut on impulse and instead of your body slamming into hardwood, you felt a face full of…grass?
“What the fuc—”
As you sit up in a panic, your body freezes.
…how the hell did you end up outside?
You scan your surroundings, but you don't recognize where you are.
You're surrounded by jasmines. Beautiful, fragrant flowers as far as the eye can see. A couple of scattered cherry blossom trees, but you were not in a forest. You were just on the outskirts of a city.
With a sigh, you take the reason for your troubles out of your pocket. The necklace. You give the red gem the dirtiest look you can muster before reluctantly clipping it around your neck. If this is what sent you here, you might as well keep it safe, until you figure out how to get back home. Then, you grab your phone.
Maybe…it just sent you to the next city over and your grandma could come pick you up.
You take a deep breath and unlock your phone, but your thumb freezes before you can tap anything.
“The date…What in the..” You can't even finish your sentence. You were so confused and panic was beginning to sink in. “It's 2048?! This…must be a joke, right?”
You rake your fingers through your hair and rise to your feet. “It's fine. Let's try calling grandma,” you murmur to yourself. You try to keep your breathing calm, but you can already feel yourself beginning to panic as you hold the phone up to your ear.
It rings…and rings…and rings…
“This number is no longer in service—”
“Whatever. Seriously, whatever. This is fine. Great, even. Everything is a-ohhhkay. Perfectly normal.” You pocket your phone and rest your head in your hand for a moment, then you take a deep breath and nod your head.
“Alright, I should head to the city first. No use freaking out. It's not like that'll get me home any faster.” You clench your hand into a fist and desperately hope you'll at least be able to reach the city before nightfall…
…The good news is, the city wasn't far at all. Well, it was far, but not three-hours-away type of far! So, you made it well before dark. According to your phone, it was only 5pm so you still had time to find a place for the night. Hopefully whatever place you decide to stay will take your cash…but who knows maybe 2024 money is outdated in 2048.
“I'm sorry, we don't take this form of payment anymore.”
This was the third hotel you've checked tonight…You take a seat on a bench near a large water fountain and hold your head in your hands. Even if it's twenty-four years in the future, they should still take your cash! This is insane–
As you tilt your head back to wallow in your sadness, you notice a billboard in the distance and you can feel the blood drain from your face.
“No, no, no—”
You whip out your phone, making sure you have all your apps before you click on one specific one. You quickly tap the screen, murmuring, “Come on…come on..” And once the game finally loads in, you navigate to the guidance tab.
“The Chronorift Catastrophe of 2034…fourteen years ago. Fourteen plus 2034,” you nervously mutter as you chew on your thumbnail. “That's 2048…that billboard clearly said Linkon City.” You hold your hand over your mouth as dread fills your stomach.
You weren't in the real world…of course that's why your cash wouldn't work. Were you in a coma? Did the fall hurt your head?
No…if that were the case, you wouldn't have taken your bag with you, you wouldn't feel so panicky and cold right now…or could you? You could be self aware and in a coma. But you didn't want to be, so you decided to brush the most realistic thought aside.
“They recognized this money, so maybe…” In the real world, old money could sell for a lot. Especially when it comes to collectors. So maybe you could find someone who would buy all of your old cash. That would definitely work for now, but what about in the future? You'd need money for however long you're going to be here…ugh, does that mean you need to find a job?
Wait…
Wanderers and evols.
There were creatures here.
The thought sends shivers down your spine and you shrug your bag off to put your jacket back on.
As long as you didn't go into a rift you should be fine, right? You're almost positive wanderers never came out to terrorize people—
Your thoughts are cut off by a loud scream and your head jerks in the direction of it with wide eyes.
There was a big ass blue portal in the middle of the street and fucking creatures were coming out of it!?
What the hell was your luck today??
You sling your bag back on, getting ready to run before a bright light blinds you and you shield your eyes. Squinting them to try and see where the light was coming from.
Once the light faded, your heart stuttered in your chest.
A tall man stood in the center of the road as the blue rift dissipates. His wispy, ash-blonde hair blowing in the wind as he turns his head to the side to talk to his companion next to him. From where you are, you can just barely make out his blue eyes.
Xavier?
Then…who was next to him—
Y…You?
You slowly pull up your hood as you stare at the uncanny sight.
While she clearly didn't share the same hair or body type as you, everything else was…identical. Her eyes, her face…It was like looking in a mirror.
You were the main character, but you were not, at the same time.
“Y/n, are you sure you're not overexerting yourself?” You could barely hear his voice over the wind, but your breath catches in your throat at your name coming from Xavier’s lips.
“I'm fine, I promise.” You– She replies with a small, almost pained, smile.
“This is some bullshit,” you murmur under your breath, tapping your finger against your leg as you think about the unfairness of the situation.
Seriously!? You were brought here and you– gosh, you really need to come up with a name for her before this gets confusing. Gemini? Sure, that works.
You were brought here and Gemini was already here?? It's so unfair to have two yous in the same timeline, especially when one already had a head start!
The male leads would definitely sacrifice you for her. They'd probably even tear out your heart, thinking it would fix hers.
You tug at your hair with a small groan of annoyance.
Fuck. Fuck–
Deep breaths...
“Alright. I guess I'm staying up tonight.” You finally compose yourself and set your sight on a neon sign just across the road. “The Nest seems like a good place to start. I could sell this old cash and hopefully get enough for a room tonight.” You pull out a black face mask from your bag and put it on so only your eyes are uncovered.
You'd have to be careful since you and Gemini were identical. You really didn't want to get kidnapped instead of her. Being the main character of an otome game is tough work and, honestly, she can have it. You didn't want to get involved.
It's not like the male leads would ever spare a second glance at you, so you'd surely be fine…Right?
☆ミ
The bell overheard chimes as you step inside the dimly lit bar. The smell of cheap liquor and smoke hitting your nose through the mask and you hold back the urge to cough.
Act cool…
You take a seat at the bar, drumming your fingers against the marbled counter as an employee makes his way over to you.
Without saying a word, you slide a 2017 quarter toward him and he raises a brow before placing an embossed business card down in front of you.
Okay, so if you remember correctly, whatever you write on here will disappear and then, the bartender will take the card and leave. If you have someone who is interested, he'll be back with a drink for you.
You grab a pen from the table and quickly scribble down on the paper.
‘Anyone interested in old money’
Honestly, you should probably be a bit careful, but you had no other way to gain information besides taking a few risks.
The ink disappears and the bartender takes the card, nodding at you before making his way to the back.
You just hope the glass wasn't black, though you doubt it. If the glass was black, it would mean you'd need to pay a high price for information– Perhaps your life. However, since you were only looking for a potential buyer, the chances of the glass being black were slim to none.
The employee comes back with a dark green shot glass and sets it down.
You look up at him with a raised brow and the employee decides to take pity on you, tapping the counter next to the glass. “Green means someone is interested and they're willing to pay a lot.” Then, he jerks his head in the direction of the stairs– the same stairs you recall Rafayel walking up before the main character got caught in one of the more recent chapters.
“After you drink this, head upstairs and it's the first door on your right.”
You nod your head and turn your body as you pull down your mask. You can't afford to let anyone see your face. You quickly down the shot and pull your mask back up, the liquid burning as it goes down your throat.
As an extra payment, you give the bartender a 2008 penny– borrowing change from your grandma was good in times like this. You had so many old coins, though your cash was closer to 2024. Either way, you still be able to make some money since they'd be over twenty-four years old.
Then, you leave the bar and head up the stairs. Your hand lightly hovering above the railing until you reach the top, then you head into the room on the right.
It appeared to be a VIP room.
An angled couch lined one half of the wall with a short table in the center. A few unopened drinks and a suitcase sat atop the table and in the corners of the room, near another door were two men. Bodyguards, maybe?
You take your seat, putting your mini-bookbag on your lap so you could be ready to show off your cash– glad that your mask covered half of your face because you were starting to feel a little nervous.
After a few minutes of waiting, your nervousness turns to annoyance.
You roll your sleeves up and pull your hood down as if to show the bodyguard that you're safe and they can let their guy in now. Then, you lean back on the couch and cross your arms over your chest.
Seriously, how long would this dick keep you waiting—
The door across the room swings open and someone…familiar steps inside.
Well, that's just peachy, isn't it?
You try not to let your surprise show and sit up straight as the white haired man takes a seat in front of you and makes himself comfortable.
“You seem a little too young to be in possession of old money. Did you steal it perhaps?” As Sylus speaks with one hand, you can feel nervousness sinking in once more. You clear your throat and pull out your wallet, tossing it toward him.
“See for yourself.” You jerk your chin, hands resting on your knees. “I've even got old coins.” You take out your coin purse. “My family used to collect them, but since I've got nowhere to go…I might as well sell them now.” You shrug, doing your best to concoct a story on the spot.
“Hmm…” Sylus pulls the bills out of your wallet, holding them under a light, before he nods. Though his eyes do falter on something in your wallet.
You know it’s not your ID or anything, since you made sure to take that out beforehand, but maybe the picture of your mom and dad?
As if to prove you right, Sylus takes the picture out, holding it between two fingers as he flips it over to inspect the back.
“What's a Deepspace Hunter's daughter doing at the Nest?” His eyes flick toward you and he raises an eyebrow.
A…
Huh?
Tumblr media
I hope y'all liked this chapter! It's going a bit slow, but it should be fine! I'm honestly not sure where to go from here, I'm just making it up on the spot. I have a loose plot from beginning to end, but I don't really have anything in the middle. So...
It'll be fine!
I'm sure y'all didn't expect your father to be from this universe! (I'll apologize again for giving him a name lmao) I'm also gonna say sorry beforehand if Sylus or anyone else seems a bit out of character— I'm doing my best.
Taglist; @ladyparamount , @the-love-of-my-life96 , @rui-drawsbox , @deputy-videogamer
96 notes · View notes
thatturtleleon · 1 year ago
Text
TFP reacting to you coming to the base with an injury (more specifically a leg injury)
Authors note: I may or may not have fell through my porch (stop laughing how dare you) and injured my leg rly bad, i am in pain lol and this is how im coping
Optimus Prime/Ratchet:
Optimus was working and discussing something with Ratchet when they saw you hobbling towards the stairs like some elderly person
Immediately asked what was wrong and if you're alright
You nod and wave it off as nothing, but your hesitation to walk up the stairs said otherwise
Once they realize something's up with your leg, Ratchet quickly goes into medic-mode and Optimus wants to know what happened, how it happened, and if your ok
Now you have two old bots asking a billion questions at once
After you've sat down on the bottoms steps and reassure them you're alright, you explain what happened
Both of them are like :0
Ratchet goes into medic-mode AGAIN, grumbling something along the lines of "how have humans survived this long" and "cannot believe humans use wood for architecture when it's such a safety hazard"
Optimus is calmer now knowing that you're ok, but still watches as Ratchet makes sure you're 100% not dying
Eventually they settle down, and lift you up very carefully to the couch area where you can rest
Don't you even THINK about touching those stairs.
Bumblebee:
Freaks out for a second
*panicked beeping noises* "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FELL THROUGH THE FLOOR WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR LEG ARE YOU OK!!??"
You calm him down, explaining that it was just your leg that went through and all you got were a few splinters and some nasty scratches
He'll do whatever he can to make you feel better
Video games? Absolutely !! TV? Yes ! Taking you on a drive? Yesyes
Figures that if he keeps you busy (but off your leg), it'll distract you from the pain
and it works, but you do eventually need to rest and he'll be there if you need help with anything
Arcee:
"You what"
Kind of the same reaction as bumblebee but 10x calmer (at least on the outside)
On the inside she's worried bc you just told her you hurt your leg, yet you're WALKING still (wouldn't even call it walking, more like shakily limping around)
Arcee's not gonna baby you but she is gonna make sure you're ok throughout the day
Which means she's probably gonna stick by you a lot more
You don't mind it though, the two of you chat and chill most of the time
If she has to go on a mission while you're still recovering, she'll put you on the couch in the base and says if you even think about moving she'll fuck up your other leg (not really ofc but her "arcee-ness" tone makes you listen anyways)
Bulkhead:
Sweet bot i love him so much <33
You explain what happened in great detail and if cybertronians could get queasy, he would most definitely be
If Miko was there she would be all ears though LMAO
"Was there a lot of blood???!!!" "MIKO!"
Ofc asks if you're ok and how long it'll take until you get better
Probably'll ask Ratchet or June if he can do anything to help, and June says to make sure you change your bandages every few hours, and put medicine on so there's no risk of infection
Bulkhead states that humans need to be wrapped up in what the kids called "bubble-wrap" 24/7
Ratchet agrees
577 notes · View notes
violent138 · 2 months ago
Text
The Signal, who admittedly had a rocky start with Gothamites, quickly becomes a favourite during a really severe blackout in the city. Whether it's making shadow puppets for kids, lighting up streets and helping people safely find their way home, helping surgeons operate when backup generators fail, carrying some very grumpy elderly people down or up stairs when the lifts failed, or even just glowing in the dark and offering something for panicking people. He's essential to helping the other Bats keep the peace and figure out the source of the problem, and the trust makes his next morning shift the best he's had yet.
99 notes · View notes
Text
in 2015 my mum filmed a video of an elderly lady, my aunt who is a stroke victim, and a man with no legs climbing up the massive flight of stairs at our local train station
the video went viral in Australia and was used to spread awareness that this station was not disability accessible despite the council having promised to install lifts several years ago
my aunt spearheaded a campaign to put pressure on council to deliver the lifts that were promised, and to stop ignoring the disabled in our community because they didn't consider our small suburb to be a large enough priority
8 years later, the lifts have finally been installed and opened to the public, my aunt was given the opportunity to be the first member of the public to use them during the opening
this was a big win for our disabled community! we all fought so hard to have these lifts put in, and we finally succeeded, by not giving up and keeping the pressure on the government to give us what we had the right to have!
852 notes · View notes
violetpixiedust · 9 months ago
Text
king!steve harrington x virgin!suicides!reader x punk!eddie munson. (18+) ౨ৎ
thinkin’ about king!steve being cut off from his dad a lot earlier than his unplanned gap-year, sporadically- to the students of hawkins high- the summer before senior year. however, the stray beer bottles floating in the pool and the image of richard harrington’s son lying in a puddle of his own puke, laid atop a pile of red solo cups in the entry way of his mansion was the final straw for the man of the house. his dad wanted to teach him a lesson in hard work, chastising steve that “he start learning independence before pursuing his future.” the man a year your senior takes up yard work as a way to make quick cash. physical labour if you will. you’re laid atop the pavement stairs in front of your residence in your prettiest little bikini, soaking up the summer sunlight as you suckle upon your cherry ice pop. steve’s sun-kissed skin is coated in a light sheen of sweat, thick locks glowing bronze in the unforgiving indiana sun, naming him its muse. he’s parading a rusted, ancient lawn mower around the spotty front yard, one without an engine, belonging to mrs. o’neill who sleeps soundly in her rocking chair atop her balcony. steve’s honey gaze naturally pulls itself to you. his already fitted blue jeans that bond themselves to his hairy legs tighten as a sugary, ruby red glaze drips onto your torso. it’s cherry flavouring soaks into your pink tongue after you gather it with your manicured fingers, suckling upon your digits successfully. he accidentally mows your elderly neighbour’s pathway, metal scratching against the pavement deafeningly- except the elder woman simply sniffles before falling back to her slumber. a breathless giggle escapes your glossy lips, twiddling your sticky fingers at the boy who whips his head towards you at the joyous sound, witnessing his knees buckle before the cacophony of metallica begins to approach the pair of you. steve stares in shock as eddie “the freak” munson pulls up to your place, a smirk drawing themselves over the pale boy’s lips that were already nursing a cigarette at the sight of you, doe eyed and sensual. the sun kissed boy slumps over the lawn mower as you flutter your eyelashes at the metalhead, manicured toes curling in your platform sandals. you pop up from your place on the stairs at eddie’s playful honk, discarding the remains of your popsicle on the sidewalk for a family of ecstatic ants. steve’s lips fall agape as you walk over to the passenger side of the van facing him, winking hotly in his direction before lifting yourself into the vehicle. he swallows dryly as eddie kisses you deeply, violently, nicotine coated tongue assaulted by the fruity sweetness of yours. a roached cigarette dangles between his ringed fingers, neglected as he manhandles you. the only thing that pops steve out of his staring is a honk behind eddie’s van, startling the pair of you apart before tommy’s voice destroys the dreamlike sequence. “sometime today, freak!” and steve swears he sees you send him a cheeky smile through the open windshield before you speed off, eddie’s tattooed middle finger waving in the air towards tommy. untouchable.
186 notes · View notes
rosemarycovet · 1 year ago
Text
i’m the girl next door - billy loomis x stu macher x reader
Tumblr media
Billy walked into stu’s house and into his dining room that’s when he sees you sitting at the dining table eating ramen and drinking your third carpisun
while you listen to music on stu’s walkman
you looked up at billy then back down slurping your noodles not really acknowledging billy
‘who the fuck are you’ billy thought to himself
“stu,who’s that girl down stairs eating?”
“oh that’s (y/n/n)”
“who?”billy said bluntly like he supposed to know who you are
“she’s the girl next door” stu said with a grin
you and stu had met not that long ago probably a year ago
you had recently just started living next door to him
You didn’t go as the same school as him and billy though
you and stu bonded over horror movies,music,and having the same humor
you guys spent hours in either stu’s room,your room,on the porch,or on the roof talking never getting bored of each other you guys could spend forever listening to each other
stu’s favorite moments with you is when either one of you guys snuck into each other room at night falling asleep snuggling up each other as a horror movie or a record player played in the background
your favorite moments with stu is when stu would get your old red maroon bike out and ride around the neighborhood with either one of you being in the back you mostly liked when you were the one steering the bike and stu held onto your waist leaning his head on your shoulder as he whispered jokes in your ear
you guys never really asked each other out you guys just started dating he never asked if you wanted to be his Girlfriend it just felt like you already were
one time when you guys were at a record store an elderly lady asked if you guys were on a date you smiled and stu replied with
“yeah me and my lovely girlfriend are looking for new records” as he held your hand you gushed over the word ‘girlfriend’ because you guys never really brought it up and stu didn’t even mean it in a teasingly joking way he actually meant you were his girlfriend
Billy now kinda knew you and stu were a thing and he would get jealous frequently of both of you
he had came to visit stu to hang out
when billy had enter stu’s room he saw you laying your head on stu’s lap as you guys went over your flash cards
Billy envy you
billy didn’t know if he wanted to be you or stu or be with you guys
“oh hey billy boy” stu said playfully with a smirk on his face
stu quickly got up as you lifted your head off his lap going
———————————————————————
you rode your red maroon bike to the vhs store to rent new horror movies right when you walked in you went straight to the horror section that’s when you saw billy holding psycho and halloween in his hands as he continued eyeing the movies you came up to him and said hi he gave a quiet hi back at first it was a bit awkward that’s when you confronted him
“I know you like stu..and not in a friendly way”
billy quickly shot his eyes at you glaring at you he was about to deny you,lash out on you,calling you stupid and crazy until you reassured him it was okay and that stu also had feelings for him not just stu but also you
Billy was a bit taken back by your words he was surprised
You two had quickly bonded over horror movies you even made him let out a laugh at one of your jokes
as you guys rented your movies and left you asked billy if he wanted to come over to stu’s with you he accepted and rode you back with your bike on the back of his car
You guys stopped at the gas station picking up a whole bunch of snacks
on the car ride to stu. billy got to know more about you he really liked your personality and interest.your jokes also made him laugh you were funny but not in a ‘annoying’ stu way
maybe you weren’t that bad after all
stu was surprised to see billy with you when he opened his door but was glad and excited
all three of you guys talked about your feelings for each others as halloween played in the background .stu was very more then happy ,billy jealousy had left he was relieved and you’re heart was melting
stu was happy that billy gave you a chance and that you guys got along so well
———————————————————————
you and billy were spending the night at stu’s house binge watching horror movies as it was blue hour outside
you laid your head on billys lap and your legs on stu’s lap as he playfully pretended to bite your toes
you playfully hit stu on his head with your foot as all three of you played kiss,marry,kill with slasher
stu kept laughing at the slashers you kept choosing as billy kept rolling his eyes
you laughed at Billy’s reaction when suddenly one of your favorite songs started playing stu eyes lit up as you both got up and started dancing billy just watched as you begged for him to get up
eventually he got up and started dancing with you and stu as all three of you laughed
Tumblr media
267 notes · View notes