#RV Garage Plan

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Detours & Second Chances

written for @steddie-week Day 5 prompt: Reunion / Getting Back Together Rating: T | wc: 3545 | no cw Another big thank you to @sidekickjoey and @thefreakandthehair for giving this a beta read for me! Read on ao3

Steve had high hopes for this road trip. 

Just him, the twins, and the wide open roads with the promise of the beach and Disneyland on the horizon. He knew better than to plan it down to the second, especially when traveling with Mabel and Ollie, but he did hope to keep to some kind of schedule. A few nights here, a couple of nights there, a handful of free time hours carved into nearly every day so the kids could pick which tacky roadside attraction they could visit and then gloat to Aunt Robin about seeing. 

What Steve hadn’t planned for was the Winnebago going up in smoke four and a half hours from Disneyland on I-15. 

The good news is that it happened just as they entered Las Vegas, Nevada, and not thirty minutes later in the middle of the Nevada-California desert. The bad news is that it happened just as they entered Las Vegas, Nevada on a Sunday afternoon when everyone was trying to leave. 

Steve expects the drivers around him to curse and flip him off. At the very least, he imagines them shaking their heads in disapproval as they slowly inch past the smoking Winnebago broken down in the middle of the three-lane highway. And there is some of that, honking horns and judgmental gazes, enough that he has to explain to Mabel and Ollie that showing someone your middle finger is not nice and no you shouldn’t do it to each other. But there’s also a handful of Sunday travelers who take pity on him. 

Two truck drivers manage to get their rigs off onto the shoulder and then mosey their way over to see if they can help Steve identify why the RV is smoking. A woman in a mini-van full of preteens in sports jerseys offers him an entire ice chest full of snacks for Mabel and Ollie. Some good Samaritan even makes the half-mile hike to the nearest pay phone to call for a tow truck so Steve doesn’t have to leave the kids or make the track himself with them following behind him. 

Forty-five minutes later, they all climb into a yellow taxi while Winnie the Winnebago gets towed away. For a moment, he thinks he’s ruined the entire vacation, but listening to Mabel and Ollie talk about how cool it was to watch the “toe man” do his job eases the guilt. 

Unfortunately, the repair shop is nowhere near as exciting as standing in the middle of I-15 — at least, that’s what Ollie tells Steve five minutes after they’ve walked into the garage. Steve tries his best to keep everyone’s spirits up in between filing out paperwork and bargaining with the mechanic over the price of the repairs. He lets the kid raid the vending machine and spread it all out on the worn plastic chairs in the makeshift lobby like some kind of five-star buffet. It’s mainly cookies and chips, a few candy bars, and a granola bar Mabel even generously spent $1.10 on for him. 

It’s not the worst meal they’ve had on the trip — that honor goes to the gas station in Kearney, Nebraska, and the hot dogs he knew were a bad idea — but it’s definitely the least nutritious. And, in hindsight, it’s not the best idea now that Mabel and Ollie are hyped up on sugar in a small space with no central air conditioning. He gets it. He’s almost at his wit’s end, too, and he has several decades of patience over them. 

He’s hot and tired and so frustrated, he’d break down and cry if he could, but he doesn’t want to upset the kids or ruin the day more than it’s already been ruined. Instead, he puts on his brave Dad Face™, leaves his pager number with the mechanic’s receptionist, and takes the kids to explore Las Vegas. 

The city wasn’t on their list. It’s not kid-friendly, and the July heat is anything but welcoming, but thankfully, they luck out and stumble across a hybrid game and music store a few blocks away from the repair shop.

The bell above their door announces their entrance to the quiet storefront as the sweet, sweet relief of the AC hits them. Steve closes his eyes, soaking in the cool air for a moment before Mabel and Ollie are tugging on his hands, trying to drag him in different directions. 

Steve knows he should put an end to their bickering that borders on full-on sibling bullying, especially judging by the way they’ve dropped his hand in favor of pinching each other’s arms, but he gets distracted when a figure emerges from the back of the shop. 

The footsteps are uneven, which makes sense when an ornate cane enters Steve’s line of sight. He studies it, taking in the impressive woodwork and paint job — Max’s own can is pretty spectacular, but this one is a close second. Soon, his eyes drift from the cane to the hand holding it, a ring on each finger. Silver and gaudy and eerily similar to—

“Holy shit,” the voice says. “Are my eyes giving out on me too, or is Steve Harrington really standing in my shop right now?” 

Steve’s eyes shoot up to meet the man’s face — to meet Eddie’s face. It’s been years, shit, almost a decade he thinks, but Eddie looks the same. Older, sure. A few wrinkles around his eyes and a softer belly. But he’s still him. Unruly curls barely contained in a bun at the base of his neck, mischievous eyes, and a smile that makes Steve’s stomach flip in a way it hasn’t done in too long. Yup, definitely him.

“Eddie?”

Eddie laughs, throwing his head back with the same carelessness as he had at twenty years old. Only this time, when he rights himself, he has to reach a hand up to his neck to massage the ache. “Man, this is some cosmic, universe shit!” 

“At least it’s the good kind this time,” Steve jokes. 

Eddie goes for a full-on hug, Steve an awkward side one, and as a result, they end up with their bodies smushed against each other, arms pinned between each other in the world’s worst hug of all time. But it’s also the greatest, as far as Steve’s concerned. 

When they separate, Eddie gives Steve a quick once-over before shaking his head again. “So, what brings you all the way to Sin City?” 

“A family road trip.” 

“Ah, so the six nuggets and a Winnebago dream came true, then?�� Eddie muses. 

“More like two nuggets, a piece of shit rental that’s in a repair shop after crapping out on me on I-15, and a co-pilot that doubles as my son’s emotional support stuffed animal,” Steve says, then smiles. “But I can’t complain.” 

“Wheeler never jumped on the Harrington Express?” 

Steve’s interrupted by Ollie running at him with a vinyl record thrust above his head. Mabel appears a moment later, holding a giant box in her arms that’s clearly too heavy for her. She passes it to Steve, who hands it over to Eddie, who has taken refuge behind the glass counter. As soon as the kids appear, they’re gone again. Steve shouts after them to stay together and not to touch anything. It goes in one ear and out the other if the loud crash that follows a moment later is anything to go off of. Steve winces and looks at Eddie apologetically. 

“I promise I’ll pay for whatever they break. They’re a little stir-crazy from being stuck at the repair shop all day.” 

Eddie doesn’t look worried about it in the slightest. In fact, Steve’s willing to bet he didn’t even hear the crash, judging by the fond look on his face. It’s a soft smile, almost bittersweet if he had to put a name to it. It looks out of place on his face — almost too earnest, which makes no sense because Eddie is the most earnest guy Steve’s ever known. 

“Eddie?” 

“Huh, what?” Eddie blinks himself back to the present. When he shakes his head, the elastic holding his hair back snaps, sending his curls cascading down to his shoulders. It’s easy now to see the hints of gray peppered into the locks that used to keep Steve up at night — occasionally still keeps him up. 

Steve gestures toward the row where Mabel and Ollie are frantically trying to restack things on the shelves. This time, Eddie snorts and meets Steve's gaze with that familiar crooked smile. 

“Don’t worry about them. S’just boxes and shit.” 

Steve nods and then grabs a pen out of the cup on the glass counter. He twirls it between his fingers, something about the rhythmic motion calming the silly nerves running wild in his body right now. 

It’s just Eddie. 

“Nance would kill you for even thinking she’s a part of this circus,” Steve says, then panics. “To answer your question from before. No misses at all actually. Or misters either,” Steve says before he chickens out. 

Eddie left before he realized that little fun fact about himself. It was ironic (and tragic), considering he’s the reason Steve even realized it to begin with. Chalk it up to cosmic, universe shit — the bad kind that time. 

“Cause that could be an option to, you know. Obviously you know, but it’s an option for me too in case you didn’t know and—“

“Woah, breathe, Steve.” 

Steve takes a slow, deep inhale. His exhale is strong enough to send a few of Eddie’s stray curls fluttering before settling back amongst the rest. “Sorry.” 

“Stop apologizing!” Eddie throws his hand across the counter, squeezing Steve’s wrist, 

It’s silly, but something about the simple touch relaxes the nervous energy that’s taken over him ever since Eddie emerged from the back. A part of Steve wants to blame the relief on the touch, but he knows better. Knows it has everything to do with finally telling Eddie about this part of him he helped him discover. 

Steve’s been out to just about everyone he cares about, and now he’s certain he’s told them all. 

“So no misses or misters,” Eddie says, before hiding his growing smile behind a curl. “What about Buckley? Is she on the great American family road trip with you?” 

“Robin refuses to get into Winnebagos after, well, you know.” 

“Can’t say I blame her for that one.” 

“It’s just me and the kids. Mabel and Ollie. They’re my kids…I mean, well, obviously, they’re mine, and anyone who says they’re not are fucking idiots, but they’re not blood mine or whatever people say.” Christ, he’s rambling again. “I adopted them. Actually, I was supposed to be their temporary foster parent. I was in my second year as a social worker, and they were two and six months old when they came in the middle of a Saturday night and we had no one on standby. They came home with me, and then they just never left.” 

Somewhere in his rambling, Eddie made himself comfortable, pillowing his chin on his hands, elbows sinking into the giant mouse pad that’s stretched out on top of the glass counter. He’s dropped the curl, his bright smile on full display, dimple, and everything when he looks at Steve now. 

“I love a good foster fail story,” he cooed. “I have a few myself. Fosters that turned into full-on adoptions. I mean not human kids, cats. And a few dogs. Even a bird. But they’re my kids, you know. I mean, not that what you did is the same thing as me or anything, but I… I’m just going to stop talking now.”

This time, it’s Steve's hand that breaks the barrier between them, reaching out to pat Eddie on the shoulder. A reassuring thing that he hopes conveys that he’s not offended. Just in case, he spells it out for him verbally too. 

“I get it. Kids mean a lot of things to different people. If you say they’re your kids, they’re your kids,” he says, smiling. “Robin has a plant, Ferguson. When she first got it she carried it around in Ollie’s baby bjorn because she needed to ‘bond’ with it.” 

Eddie laughs, this time hard enough that the case between them vibrates. “Lesbians, and their plants, man.” 

“She rescued it from her ex, who was drowning it.” 

“We’re just all patron saints of lost things, aren’t we?” 

“Guess so.” Steve smiles, then adjusts his own stance so he’s leaning against the counter. Something pops in his back, and for once, he doesn’t make an excuse. Eddie knows all about their aches and pains — the way their bodies are thirty years older than they should be, thanks to their teenage years. He runs a steady hand through his hair, hoping beyond hope that it’s not as greasy as it feels and then turns his attention to Eddie. “What about you? Game and record store sounds like a pretty sweet deal.” 

Eddie blows out air in a whoosh and reaches for another curl. “I mean, yeah, it’s pretty cool. Closest I could get to being a rockstar, I guess.” 

“Do you still play?” 

“Occasionally. There’s a dive bar a few streets over that I perform sometimes. No band, though. At least, not yet. I’m giving myself a few more years; let the gray really come in,” Eddie says, fluffing his curls. “And then I’ll join one of those mid-life crisis dad bands.” 

“Solid plan.” He fiddles with the pen again, contemplating if he should ask what he wants, too. Screw it. Who knows when he’s going to see Eddie again — if it’ll ever happen again. It’s best not to leave anything on the table. “What about a partner?” 

“Me?” Eddie asks, pointing to himself before laughing. “Nope. No partner. No lovers either, really. It’s just me and the petting zoo. And Wayne, when the old man makes the trip out to visit me.” 

Eddie being alone all these years shouldn’t make Steve happy. He should want him to be settled by now, grossly in love with someone who makes him feel special like he deserves. But Steve’s heart is a traitor, and his brain is no better, already imagining ten different ways he could change that. 

Had he known Eddie’s been in Vegas alone all this time, he would have visited a lot sooner. Hell, he would have made this their final destination — he’s sure he could find something family-friendly here for Mabel and Ollie. There’s a lake around here or some shit, right? They could have—

“Shit,” Steve says, reaching for his beeping pager. The repair shop number appears on the small screen. “Could I borrow your phone? This is the repair shop.” 

“I suppose I could make an exception on my no-customers rule,” Eddie teases. “Phones in my office, straight back there.” 

Steve nods and rounds the counter towards the backroom but stops short. The kids. He almost forgot about the kids. “Do you mind keeping an eye on them?” Steve asks, tilting his head to Mabel and Ollie who have finally picked up the mess they created. 

“Of course! Don’t worry about them. I’m great with kids.” 

“I remember.” 

___

Eddie’s office isn’t unlike his teenage bedroom Steve spent many nights in. It has his typical brand of messiness but with an added layer of professionalism. Like, there’s an honest-to-God filing cabinet in the corner, but next to it is a three-foot-tall Yoda statue.  Papers lay haphazardly on the desk beside a calculator. 

There are posters all over the walls — some Steve recognizes, some he doesn’t — and endless photographs in mismatched frames. At least three wallet-sized frames with pictures of his pets — kids — sit on the desk. There’s one of Wayne and Eddie on his graduation day on the bookshelfnbeside photos of him with Dustin and some of the other kids over the years. 

He even spots himself amongst the familiar faces — a polaroid they took one summer in Hawkins. It feels like a lifetime ago, but a part of Steve remembers what it was like to have Eddie’s arm slung around him like that with the sun beating down their faces, causing them to squint in the photo because Jonathan refused to shoot directly into the sunlight. 

Steve gives himself another second to soak in Eddie’s office, searching for any other details he can find to fill in the years he’s missed — a pride flag draped over a chair, his business license framed on the wall, packs of half-used nicotine gum instead of cartons of cigarettes. Finally, he makes it to the phone and punches in the number of the repair shop. 

___

When Steve resurfaced twenty minutes later, the neon “open” sign that flickered in the window had been shut off. Eddie’s abandoned his post behind the counter, taking up space at a table in the game section of the store. Mabel and Ollie are sitting on either side of him, listening intently with wide eyes as he moves two figures across a board toward a hoard of waiting miniature figures. 

“I leave you for twenty minutes, and you’re already corrupting them with your nerd games?” Steve teases, ruffling both Mabel and Ollie’s hair in the process. 

Eddie scoffs. “You expect me to believe Dustin hasn’t put them through D&D boot camp yet? Please.” 

“Your stories are nothing like Dustin’s,” Ollie says, voice full of awe. 

“Yeah, he always wants to skip the fun adventure stuff and get straight to the battles,” Mabel chimes in. “That's why we like it when Daddy gets to be in charge.” 

Eddie’s head swivels so fast that the irrational part of Steve’s brain fears it’s going to fly right off. “You DM for them?” 

 “I wouldn’t call it Dungeon Master-ing,” Steve says, grabbing the back of his neck. The room feels ten times hotter all of a sudden. The AC must have shut off, he reasons. There’s no other explanation for his sudden flush. Not at all. “I really just make sh— stuff up.” 

“He’s the best make-believer! You should play with us sometime. Like tonight!” 

“Mabel, Eddie’s busy running this store; he can’t just stop to play with you. And besides, we have to get going soon.” 

“They fixed Winnie?” Ollie asks, jumping up from his seat. 

Steve sighs. “Not yet. That’s why we have to leave. I need to find somewhere for us to sleep tonight that’s—

“—I have a guest room.”

Steve blinks. Is Eddie offering his place to them? His hearing may be spotty lately, but he’s never imagined entire phrases before. Which means—

“I mean if you want,” Eddie says sheepishly this time. “I have a hoard of kittens running around right now, so if you’re allergic, it might not be the best place but—“

“Kittens!” Mabel squeals before rapidly asking Eddie a hundred questions about them, but he doesn’t stand a chance of answering. 

“Can’t we stay at his house, Daddy?” 

“I really do have a spare bedroom and bathroom. Plus, a couch and a semi-stocked fridge. And I wouldn’t charge you. The hotels around here are going to sense your need and charge you an arm and a leg, trust me.”

Steve would be stupid to turn it down. A free stay in an actual house. A meal he can cook with his own two hands that don’t involve a shitty stove that gives out after a few minutes. Not to mention, a shower with actual hot water. 

Plus, it comes with the added bonus of a few more hours with Eddie. Yeah, there’s not a chance in hell he’s turning that down. Not again. 

“Alright, yeah. Let’s do it.” Mabel and Ollie shout in excitement, spinning around the table. Eddie might not have the same energy level as them to join them, but his smile says it all. 

“It’ll be just like old times.” 

“Wait! You guys know each other?”

Steve laughs first, but soon Eddie’s cackle joins him and it really does feel like old times again. “Of course, I know him. What? You think I would let us stay in a stranger’s house? Don’t you know me at all?” 

___

Three days later, Steve finds himself behind the wheel of Winnie the Winnebago as she makes her grand return to I-15. When he glances over his shoulder as the traffic crawls for miles in front of him, he spots Mabel and Ollie throwing Fruit Loops at each other to see who can catch the most in their mouth. And when he looks to his right, Eddie’s there — feet up on the dash, hands protectively clutching Ollie’s teddy bear as if he’s hoping it offers him the same comfort it does for the six-year-old — handsome as ever.

“Didn’t think I’d ever be back in one of these,” he says fondly. “Especially not with you behind the wheel.” 

“Really?” Steve lets the corners of his lips twitch upward. Doesn’t try to fight the blush he knows is creeping across his cheeks. “‘Cause this is all I’ve thought about for years.” 

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ink & innocence - 6

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The morning of the trip started with a familiar sense of annoyance for Harry.

He had thrown the black duffel bag into the trunk of his car with more force than necessary, muttering under his breath about how he had been roped into this. Sure, he'd agreed, but that didn't mean he had to enjoy it. The bag wasn't packed with much. Some t-shirts, a couple of flannels, a spare pair of boots, toiletries, but it was the other items that mattered. His journal sat neatly tucked between the folds of a sweatshirt, a pack of sharpened pencils beside it. That was the one thing he refused to leave behind. Whatever this trip turned out to be, Harry would at least have that to retreat to. His fingers grazed over the leather before zipping the bag shut. His hands squeezed themselves in a fist, feeling the comforting weight of his rings on his fingers as he took a breath.

When he arrived at Zayn's house, the RV was already parked out front. Its size loomed obnoxiously, painted in muted tones of beige and green that looked as tired as Harry felt. He pulled into the driveway, taking a moment to gather himself before stepping out. His boots crunched against the gravel, and his face was set in its usual scowl. He wasn't in the mood to talk, and he certainly wasn't going to play nice.

The others were already there. Zayn stood by the driver's side, grinning wide as he waved. "Finally! The man of the hour!" he called out, earning nothing more than a flat stare from Harry, who brushed past him and climbed into the passenger seat without a word.

Aspen, meanwhile, was sitting in the back of the RV, tucked beside Kirsten on one of the bench seats. She hadn't expected Harry to show up, though she supposed she should have guessed. Zayn had a way of convincing people to do things, even when they were as gruff and closed off as Harry. Still, the sight of him, broad-shouldered and intimidating even as he slouched into the front seat, sent a ripple of something through her.

She didn't have much time to dwell on it. Kirsten was sitting close, her arm brushing Aspen's as she leaned forward to adjust her bag. The closeness was stifling, though Aspen wouldn't dare say anything about it. Instead, she kept her hands folded in her lap, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. Isobel was chatting away on the opposite bench, filling the small space with her usual bubbly energy. It wasn't like she was shutting Kirsten out. She had done nothing wrong. If Aspen could open up to anyone besides Isobel, it would be Kirsten. But a rumble in her stomach always stopped her before she should. The girl wasn't the boss of anyone.

The RV itself was nicer than Aspen had expected, though it came at a cost. Isobel had mentioned the price earlier with a wince, blaming their last-minute planning. Still, it had everything they needed for the trip—plenty of seating, a small kitchenette, even a bathroom. Aspen had claimed a top bunk for herself earlier, thinking it would be a good escape when she needed some time alone. 

Earlier, on the ride over to Zayn's, Aspen fidgeted with the hem of her jacket so much that Isobel had to grab her wrist and force an answer out of her.

"What is it?"

Aspen sighed a small one through her pouted lips. "I dunno... Just. Can I have the RV bed? I don't really feel like the tent part of camping. You know it's hard for me to sleep if it's not at home." Her answer was a squeak, just a sliver off from the truth of why she wanted to sleep inside. But Isobel didn't seem to notice her friend's fib. She just gave her hand a squeeze as her car rolled into Zayn's open garage. "Of course, but you have to spend time with us. Please?"

Aspen nodded, though they both knew her books would get her attention the most. The truth was that she made a smart little inference. Zayn would have Isobel and if, knowing Zayn, Harry was there, so would Kirsten. And after the night of the little hangout, she had a bad feeling pooling in her that they would occupy each other. And she would just rather not be there to see it.

As the RV rumbled to life and pulled out of the driveway, the atmosphere inside was a mix of excitement and tension.

Up front, Zayn fiddled with the radio as he navigated the suburban streets. "So, Harry," he started, his tone casual, "what's the over-under on you actually enjoying this trip?"

Harry didn't look up from where he was scrolling through his phone, his jaw tight. "Don't push it." Zayn laughed, clearly not deterred. "Come on, mate. Fresh air, campfires, fishing—what's not to like?" Harry grunted, his eyes fixed on the passing scenery. He didn't bother answering, and Zayn eventually dropped the subject, switching to humming along to the music instead.

Behind the curtain, the dynamic was different. Isobel had pulled out a bag of snacks and was offering them around. Kirsten accepted a handful of trail mix, leaning back against the seat with her usual confidence. Aspen shook her head when offered, her voice soft. "I'm okay, thanks."

Kirsten glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. "You sure? We've got a long drive ahead."

"I'm sure," Aspen murmured, turning her attention to the window. The passing scenery blurred into greens and blues, the occasional house or field breaking up the monotony. She liked the quiet. It was easier than trying to keep up with Isobel's chatter or Kirsten's bold energy.

Still, she couldn't entirely ignore the presence of Harry up front. His broad shoulders filled the seat, his head tilted slightly as he listened to Zayn talk. He wasn't smiling—she doubted he ever smiled—but there was something about the way he carried himself, so self-assured and unbothered, that made it hard to look away. She quickly dropped her gaze, her cheeks warming at the thought.

The three-and-a-half-hour drive stretched on, marked by the occasional pit stop and the rhythmic hum of the RV.

Zayn kept the energy light, cracking jokes and pointing out landmarks as they passed. Harry remained stoic, his responses clipped when he bothered to respond at all. In the back, Isobel had managed to rope Kirsten into a game of cards, the two of them laughing over their hands. Aspen watched quietly, her book resting in her lap, though she hadn't turned a page in ages.

Eventually, Kirsten leaned over, nudging her lightly. "You okay, Aspen? You've been awfully quiet."

"I'm fine," Aspen replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... tired." 

Kirsten didn't push, turning back to her cards with a shrug. Aspen exhaled softly, grateful for the reprieve.

As the RV rolled closer to their destination, the air inside grew warmer, the sun climbing higher in the sky. Harry shifted in his seat, glancing over at Zayn. "How much longer?"

"Another hour, give or take," Zayn replied, adjusting the air conditioning. "You holding up okay, grumpy?"

Harry shot him a look that could curdle milk but didn't answer. Instead, he leaned back, his eyes drifting shut as he tried to tune out the noise. He wanted to look back. Instead, he opted for the rearview mirror. His eyes caught gaze of Kirsten shuffling cards and passing them out between her and Isobel. Then, he saw Aspen. 

It was hard to see her, as she was cornered into the side of the sofa behind Kirsten. He was thankful her nose was in her book, though. Harry's eyes flickered back to the card game, and it was then that Kirsten met his eyes through the mirror with a small smile tugging on her lips. Harry looked away, pretending to simply not see.

In the back, Aspen finally opened her book, though she couldn't focus on the words. Her thoughts kept wandering, her gaze occasionally flickering to the back of Harry's head. It was going to be an interesting trip for sure.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Aspen was the last one to step off the RV. It was warmer here, which she was grateful for. Clung to her body was a cute, simple outfit. She wore a brown long-sleeve shirt, which ended right below her belly button. She wore a pair of denim shorts, a little looser in their fit, paired with brown Blundstone boots. Her brown hair fell into two side braids, and she wore one of Isobel's beanies atop her head. 

Isobel was the opposite, it seemed. A white band, practically, covered just enough of her chest and torso along with ripped shorts that were short. But of course, Aspen thought she looked beyond good. She only ever admired Isobel's confidence to wear things like that, not that it was a bad thing to wear. It was just something Aspen herself wouldn't feel comfortable in.

The sun's warmth soaked deep into Aspen's skin. It was nice to get out of the chilly air that she had been trapped in since summer came to an end. She loved when the sun was out. When she was just a little girl, she spent as many hours as she could during her free summers in her front or backyard digging into her mother's flower bed or just laying with the little ladybugs in the grass.

Her brown eyes skimmed the area. There was a narrow dirt path that the crew followed to reach the coastline. It wasn't awfully grassy, the tan gravel peeking through significantly more. The lake water didn't waft too terrible of a smell, which she was grateful for. The water stretched for miles in each direction. She assumed that Isobel or Zayn picked one of the edge spots for their getaway. It was nice and private, which she didn't mind at all.

While everyone else busied themselves with setting up their tents before it got too dark, though it was only noon, Aspen carried out the lawn chairs one by one from the storage beneath the RV. There were the three standard black ones, but Isobel and Aspen had matching pink ones. They had actually found them in perfect shape outside of the sorority building with a sign mentioning they were up for grabs. Aspen, of course, was against it. What if someone had put some awful chemical on them to make strangers sick? 

Against better judgment, though, Isobel shrugged her friend off and tossed them over her shoulders before they continued their walk. The girl refused to let Isobel's behind touch the seats before she could give them a good rinse down—and so she did the very next day.

There was a makeshift campfire, stones laid out in a circle. That's where Aspen opted to set up their chairs. She even took it upon herself to go the extra mile and secure the seats down into the gravel with metal rods connected to a string on each leg of the chair. 

"Hey!" Kirsten called out, waving as she left the crowd of people to see what the girl was up to. Aspen flashed a small smile as she stood, looking at her work. Her chair was set up on the end next to Isobel's, and she assumed Zayn would fill the black seat to the left of his girlfriend. 

"Hi, Kirsten. How did your tent go?" Her eyes peeked around her friend's frame to one of the only tents actually successfully set up. 

"It's up, let's just hope it holds. Speaking offfff" Kirsten grinned, poking Aspen's arm, "do you want to be my tent mate? When a puzzled look flashed on her face, Kirsten laughed and spoke up again. "Iz and Zayn are sharing, and Harry is way off in the corner in his own tent. I figured you and I could share," she quipped.

A breath that Aspen didn't even know she was holding in came out. "Oh, um. That's kind, Kir," she mumbled shyly, brushing the loose front pieces of her hair behind her ear, "I... think I'm going to take the camper's cot in the RV. I have issues sleeping as is when it's not at home, and I don't think gravel would suit me." Why had she been so nervous that Kirsten and Harry might've shared a tent? Where did she even get that idea?

Kirsten made a faux sound of disappointment but nodded. "Maybe next time?"

"Yeah! Next time." Aspen smiled before Kirsten was off to pull the rest of their supplies out from the storage. 

Within the next hour and a half, everyone found their comfortable places. The tents were set up, two of them close together but Harry's a little farther out. Aspen busied herself in the RV to put her duffel bag at the end of the top bunk. There were three other empty ones, but unlike her, they had no issue being outside. It didn't make her feel as left out as she thought she would. Something about having her own space made her smile. She could read, listen to her music, do whatever she wanted. Of course, they'd be coming in and out for bathroom breaks or to heat up their food, but it wasn't an issue. She just didn't want to sleep out there.

It wasn't hard for Aspen to find herself a secluded area to read. There were a few big rocks she could sit on, but also a more sand-like gravel between the rocks and the water if she wanted to sit. Tall trees separated her from the group, a winding trail leading to and from between the trees. She could still hear her friends when they laughed a little loud or called out for her, but it was private enough to be her own. 

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

From his seat around the campfire, Harry's eyes darted all over the place. A beer was in his hands, which would be followed up with tequila and coke in a red solo cup after. It was dark now, the only light illuminating from the portable lamps, their fire, and the inside of the RV. Harry took the seat next to Zayn, sandwiched between him and Kirsten based on the layout. The only two that had been missing from the group were Isobel and Aspen, who went to go change after the boys had. 

Harry could just barely see around the corner of the RV where the door was propped open and Isobel stood with Aspen. His eyes looked around to Zayn, then to Kirsten, both buried in their phones before his attention was caught again. Aspen had ever so slightly came into his full view. Instead of the outfit she wore when she came, which Harry mentally scolded himself for not getting a look at properly, she was in a pair of light blue sleep shorts with darker blue stars scattered over. Frilly socks hugged just above her ankle, and her feet were kept warm by her slip-on Uggs. Harry couldn't get a good look at her shirt, only able to see the thin straps of the white tank top and how it clung to her body. 

Isobel handed Aspen a navy blue 'Kinder Planet' hoodie to slip on. The girl had been complaining that she didn't bring a warm enough coat, and even by the fire, she'd run with chills. Isobel, of course, made the sacrifice but made Aspen promise to properly pack the next time this happened. She was thanked with a warm hug from her brunette friend, and a smile cracked on both their lips.

The two made their way to the campfire, Aspen with a book tucked under her arm. Zayn held out two beers, one for Isobel and the other for Aspen. "Care for a drink?"

Aspen shook her head politely, her braids swiftly moving against the hoodie as she did. She sat with her legs tucked partially under herself and laid the book flat on her lap. "No, but thank you." Aspen didn't drink. No drinks, no smoking, no kissing, no... nothing. But Isobel always insisted she wasn't a prude. (Though she felt like she was.) It just never piqued her interest.

When she noticed everyone had some sort of drink, she slouched further into her chair. She looked everywhere but straight ahead, where Harry sat. Maybe she was just paranoid in her own verse, but she swore she could feel his gaze lingering on her every now and then. 

"My God! And then, when he showed up, the whole class had pulled the same shit on him. He never saw it coming!" Isobel cackled out. Laughter followed close by the rest of the group. Aspen would waver in and out of the conversation, her fingers tapping against her book. She had always been shy and kept to herself. It wasn't a habit that she meant to be disrespectful; she truly was listening; she just couldn't muster up the words sometimes. It made her too nervous, and the burn would creep up to her neck and face.

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Everyone had ran through their final bathroom breaks and they finished up the meal-prepped pasta dinner that Isobel took time to do. Aspen was tucked on the sofa in the RV with a small reading light on, keeping that part of the cabin dim with light. She was about ten chapters into the book she started, and she swore it had been more fun than tonight. She hoped tomorrow would be better, Isobel suggested going for a walk alongside the lake. That would kill some time, she thought. When lamps started to flicker out outside by her friends', and Harry's, tents, she couldn't help the small smile that crept up on her face. Maybe she would be the first person to take advantage of the hot, full water and take a shower. So, she settled for that. She connected her phone to the little pink JBL speaker in her bag that Isobel got for her a while ago. She tapped shuffle on her playlist, and the first song started to play, nasty by Ariana Grande.

Although Aspen would never have personal relations to what the song entailed, it was a catchy beat that caught her body in swift movements. It was just a fun song to listen to despite the certain words and phrases that would cause a shiver of embarrassment to run down her spine. Aspen took another look around the empty camper and the burnt-out lamps before she allowed herself to let loose a bit. The music caught her hips in a swaying motion while she rummaged for underwear to wear after her shower. She had planned to just wear what she had on now, since the articles were still clean. The lyrics bumped in her mouth through a hum, her cheeks flaring at the lyrics she knew were to come. 

Aspen slid the hoodie Isobel lent her over her frame and set it on the arm of the couch, leaving her in just her tank top. It wasn't anything too revealing, not being Aspen's route, but if you looked close enough, you could definitely catch the curve of her breasts in them and how they sat and how the cold wind had its... effect.

"I just wanna make time for ya',

Swear it's just right for ya..."

She must have missed the click of the RV door opening, because she certainly would not forget Harry walking in. 

"Like this pussy designed for ya',

Ten outta five on ya'..."

"Kirsten? I'm--." Harry paused his sentence. To his surprise, it was Aspen inside. 

Kirsten and Harry made small chit chat through the night some time after Aspen retreated to the RV for the night. One thing led to another and another one of their nights was in the heat of the talk. Kirsten came tapping on is tent to let him know she'd be using the restroom before she came in. And like a school boy, that's what Harry felt like, he decided it would be fun to sneak up on her as a part of a tease. 

He was certain that it was the alcohol talking, now, about the idea to catch Kirsten. She must have gone to the restroom near the end of the camper because Aspen was inside. That was obvious to Harry now. 

Aspen squealed and quickly turned around, her hands nervously slamming over the speaker to conceal the very obvious sounds of the music. Her cheeks grew an awful shade of red as she looked up at Harry, across the camper, with a heaving chest. God, that was terrifying. 

Oh, and Harry definitely noticed. It wasn't like he tried to. (Maybe, he told himself.)

"Sorry, I didn't--."

"It's fine.," Aspen squeaked. Her breathing slowed but the rise and fall of her breaths were still noticeable. Her toes curled in her socks in nervousness under his gaze. She was praying he would just leave.

The moment between Harry and Aspen hung in the air, awkward and heavy, as if the tension could solidify and fall to the floor between them. Aspen’s face was still red, her lips slightly parted as though she might say something else, but the words never came. Harry’s gaze flicked from her flushed face to the small speaker she was still gripping, its soft pink light a stark contrast to the shadows in the dimly lit RV.

“Right,” Harry muttered, his tone clipped, as he took a single step back toward the door. His green eyes lingered on her for just a fraction of a second longer before he shook his head and turned, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Aspen didn’t say another word, her posture shrinking further as the door clicked shut behind him. She exhaled shakily, her fingers trembling as she scrambled to turn off the speaker. The sudden silence that followed was deafening, and the memory of his sharp eyes and stoic expression lingered long after he’d gone. She was mortified, unsure if she should be more embarrassed about being caught singing or the fact that Harry, of all people, had been the one to see her so unguarded.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Harry stepped out into the crisp night air, his boots crunching softly against the gravel below. He glanced up at the dark sky, where the faint twinkle of stars seemed muted by the heavy cloud cover. A slight chill ran through him, but it wasn’t the cold that was bothering him. Something else gnawed at his thoughts; something he wasn’t ready to name or confront.

What the hell was that? he thought, running a hand through his curls. His palm lingered at the back of his neck, the heat of embarrassment— or maybe something else— pricking his skin. He could still hear the faint echo of Aspen’s soft humming, the sway of her hips just on the edge of his memory. But that wasn’t why he felt this restless irritation clawing at him. No, it was something more than that—something he refused to dwell on.

Shaking his head, Harry stuffed his hands deeper into his jacket pockets and began walking toward his tent. His strides were deliberate, each step crunching louder in the stillness of the camp. His cold, stoic exterior masked the churn of thoughts that clashed in his mind. She’s just shy, he told himself, dismissively. Quiet. Boring, really. What would Zayn call it? Bookish?

But the image of her red cheeks and wide eyes as she scrambled to shut off the music lingered despite himself. He clenched his jaw. Doesn’t matter. She’s nothing. Kirsten’s the one you’re supposed to be thinking about right now, not--.

His thoughts halted abruptly as his steps carried him past Kirsten’s tent. The faint glow of her lamp illuminated the soft canvas, casting shadows of her moving inside. She must have been getting ready for bed, or maybe waiting for him. He stopped for a moment, hovering just outside the glow.

Kirsten had been clear earlier in the evening when she mentioned she’d stop by his tent if he didn’t find her first. Her suggestive tone had been hard to miss, and normally, Harry would have welcomed the easy company. But tonight, there was a gnawing discomfort in his chest that he couldn’t ignore. Something about her invitation felt heavier than it should’ve been, as if acting on it would only worsen the unsettled feelings he already had.

He took a step forward, the edge of his boot catching on a loose rock. His eyes flicked toward the shadows moving within Kirsten’s tent, and his brow furrowed. She’s expecting you, his mind chided, though his feet remained rooted to the ground. Another step forward, and he paused again, a sharp exhale escaping through his nose.

It wasn’t about Kirsten, he realized. Not entirely, anyway. It was about the hollowness of it all— of the fleeting connections, the surface-level distractions. He was tired. Not physically, but in the way that left his chest heavy and his thoughts a tangled mess. And for the first time in a long time, the easy distraction of another meaningless night didn’t feel worth it.

With a final glance at the soft glow inside Kirsten’s tent, Harry shook his head and turned sharply on his heel. His strides carried him to his own tent, where he yanked open the flap and slipped inside without so much as a glance back. The zipper of his tent echoed loudly in the stillness of the night, sealing him into his small, solitary space.

Inside, Harry dropped heavily onto his sleeping bag, his broad shoulders hunched forward as he braced his elbows on his knees. His eyes fell on the black duffel bag he’d brought, the corner of his journal just visible from where he’d tucked it away. A sigh escaped him, heavy and laced with something he couldn’t name. His hand reached instinctively for the journal, but he hesitated, fingers curling into a loose fist.

The memory of Aspen’s startled face flickered in his mind again, unbidden. Her embarrassment, the soft flush of her cheeks, the way she seemed to fold into herself as if she could disappear entirely under his gaze. It shouldn’t have stuck with him, but it did. He shook his head and pushed the thought away, dragging his hand down his face.

It was going to be a long night. His teeth caught hold of his lip ring, lightly tugging on it as he reached for his book and pencils.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Harry didn’t plan on it. He didn’t plan on speaking to Aspen that first night, didn’t plan on seeing her like that in the RV, didn’t plan on brushing off Kirsten’s attempts to meet up, and he certainly didn’t plan on sketching her in his journal.

But there she was.

It wasn’t something he realized at first. His pencil had been moving across the page, almost thoughtlessly. The crisp night air around him was quiet save for the faint hum of activity from a few tents over, but Harry had tuned it all out. Sketching had always been his way to unwind, to detach from the world for a bit, and tonight had been no exception— or so he thought.

The sound of approaching footsteps broke his focus. It was subtle at first, but enough to draw his attention. His head snapped up, his expression hardening as he prepared to tell Kirsten he wasn’t in the mood again. But the words caught in his throat, his mouth slightly ajar, when his gaze flicked back to the open page in his lap.

His green eyes widened, scanning the lines and shadows he’d unconsciously brought to life on the page. His stomach twisted, an uncomfortable tightness gripping his chest as realization dawned on him. It wasn’t just any sketch, it was her.

Aspen.

Curled up in her chair at the campfire earlier that evening.

The details were painfully accurate, from the loose braid that framed her face to the slope of her button nose and even the subtle lines of her fingers as they nervously toyed with the edge of her book. Harry’s hand froze, the pencil hovering inches from the paper as he stared at what he’d done. It wasn’t just some absent-minded doodle squeezed into the margins of a random page. It was a full sketch, taking up the entirety of the sheet with precision and care. Every detail felt intentional, as if his subconscious had guided his hand with a clarity he hadn’t known was there.

What the hell is wrong with me? Harry thought, a cold shiver running down his spine. He was stunned, not only by the fact that he’d drawn her, but by how natural it had felt—how he hadn’t even realized what he was doing until it was too late.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the zipper to his tent being pulled down until the fabric rustled.

“I saw your light on, and—.” Zayn’s voice cut through the silence, but the words came to an abrupt halt when his dark eyes landed on the journal in Harry’s lap. His gaze darted from the page to Harry, and his expression shifted to one of disbelief, tinged with amusement. “Hold on. Dude, is that—.”

“Shut up,” Harry snapped, slamming the leather-bound journal shut with enough force to make Zayn flinch.

The sharpness in his voice left no room for argument, but Zayn, being Zayn, couldn’t help himself. “Is that Aspen?” he asked, the edge of a teasing grin pulling at his lips.

“It isn’t,” Harry growled, his tone low and dangerous as his green eyes narrowed. He leaned forward slightly, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over the closed journal as if to shield it from Zayn’s view. “It’s a tattoo design for my four PM next week.”

The lie rolled off his tongue with practiced ease, but Harry could feel the heat rising to his face. He clenched his jaw, willing himself to appear calm and unaffected, though the tension in his posture betrayed him.

Zayn raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but he didn’t push further. He knew better than to press Harry when he was on edge. When Harry was ticked, he had a tendency to get a little... loud. “Alright, man. Whatever you say.” He held up his hands in mock surrender, the beer in one hand sloshing slightly as he moved. “Just thought you might want one of these. Figured you’d still be up.”

Harry let out a sharp breath, his fingers drumming against the closed journal as he considered the offer. He wasn’t in the mood for company, or for alcohol for that matter, but he didn’t want to give Zayn any more reason to linger. With a terse nod, he took the bottle, his calloused fingers brushing against the condensation on its surface.

“Thanks,” he muttered, his tone curt as he twisted off the cap and took a swig.

Zayn lingered for a moment longer, his gaze flicking to the journal again before he finally stepped back. “Well, if you change your mind about hanging out, we’re just over by the fire. Don’t be a stranger.” The fire? When the hell did they start that up again?

Harry didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on the beer in his hand as Zayn zipped the tent shut behind him. His tongue prodded the black metal ring from the inside of his lip. The quiet returned, but it felt heavier now, charged with an unspoken tension that Harry couldn’t shake.

He placed the bottle down beside him and stared at the journal for a long moment. His fingers hovered over the worn leather cover, itching to open it again, to study the lines of her face one more time. But he didn’t. Instead, he shoved the journal deep into his duffel bag, as if burying it would erase the image from his mind. 

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Just read gin fizz and that cliff hanger

omg (redacted), girl why are you here. Here’s hoping harry moves out of that garage, gets himself an rv and travels with his photographer lover while the cottage gets renovated

Gin, england is just as beautiful! Stay and shoot those green eyes!!!

Cant wait for your update, thought id voice that!!

Hey!

Oh I wish I had thought about that RV plan because now I want Harry to do just this!

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Person: @legioneoin Location: Hotel Motel Howliday Inn It's late and mostly everyone had settled in for the night. Or what Aurea imagined was less like sleeping and more like staring up at the ceiling. Not her though, she'd never felt more motivated in her life than she did after everything was said and done. So naturally, she wound up walking the vast halls of the Ivy, stepping past alcoves and the lobby and eyeing places that could surely be more festive. That's a plan for later in the week, the real reason she'd slunk in from the underground garage from her RV to the kitchens was because she had a hankering for something. "If you don't say anything, I will give you the spoon." She says the moment she hears Eoin at the doorway to the borderline industrial sized kitchen, their mom's chocolate chip cookie recipe out before her on the counter. Said spoon is covered in cookie dough and being brandished towards him.

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Really fascinated by the number of house plans that have more garages than bedrooms... Like this one I was looking at that had an rv garage and normal garage and it cut into the upper flooring where people were supposed to live .. like what's going on here guys

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The second they got back to their little garage, Yeosang holed himself into his little surveillance room. He looked over everything they had, examining all the data they gathered before this heist even started. He didn't shut his eyes; he didn't even blink. Not until he was interrupted by Mingi, coming in to give him food and take his untouched meal from before.

He was alert when Mingi came in, setting the food on his desk again before he looked over the steaming bowl of his homemade potato and leek soup. He only made it when he was worried about his brothers, so with everyone getting agitated with this heist, he figured it was about that time to pull out the recipe again. The cameraman looked away from his screen for a second, thanking the much taller man before moving to lean back in his chair to get more comfortable. Yeosang finally felt the burning of his retinas as he rubbed them, letting them rest for a moment. It felt like he was asleep for days when he did, but he was happy to finally take a second after getting so consumed in his data that he would forget to blink. The smell of the soup filled his senses as he tried to focus on the blueprints that were burned into the back of his eyelids, doing his best to imagine something else before he went crazy (or rather, crazier).

He hated leeks.

Leek.

Leek.

Leek.

Leak.

That's it.

Yeosang got it.

Excitement settled in when he finally knew what he had to do to get access to that fifth floor. He got it. He knew what he needed to do to get them in and out before the security system could register them.

The cyborg cried out as he stood up from his chair, hollering whoops coming from him as he ran down the hall to their shared armoury where most of the group was gathered. 5 pairs of eyes were on the shutterbug as he was frantically shaking from the excitement.

He did everything he could to keep his mouth shut until he could properly speak without a stutter or fumbling over his words.

"Leak! Seonghwa, there's a way in through the ceiling!" He blurt out finally, eyes flickering cyan as he looked between them.

There was a moment of silence before they all erupted into a fit of movement, going to make preparations as Seonghwa to the side.

"Looks like we have some planning to do, then. Good work, Yeo."

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Steel Garage Workshop Ideas: Tips for Secure and Convenient RV Storage

A high-quality RV garage will keep your vehicle safe and secure from the elements. Moreover, it will safeguard your investment from potential theft and vandalism. While there are many options out there, steel garage workshops stand out as one of the most practical and efficient solutions. A steel garage offers unmatched functionality and reliable storage. It can even help extend your RV’s lifespan and ensure that it’s always in top condition for road trips and adventures.

Creating a convenient and secure RV garage and workshop

More than a practical storage space for your RV, a steel garage workshop can also be a visually appealing addition to your property. Here are some tips to help you create a stylish and functional steel garage workshop:

Think about how many vehicles you want to store

To ensure that your garage will meet your specific needs, think about how many vehicles you intend to store. Are you only using it for one travel trailer, or do you plan to store other larger vehicles like boats or ATVs in it? Do you have any motorcycles or dirt bikes that need storage?

Plan for storage

Steel garages come in clear-span and modular framing systems, making them ideal for storing not just vehicles but also tools and equipment. To maximize your use of space, assess your storage needs and plan accordingly. Consider creating a designated workshop area and incorporating cabinets and shelving to keep your belongings organized.

Choose proper insulation

Climate control will help keep your RV, tools, and equipment in optimum condition. Thankfully, it’s easy to insulate a steel workshop garage. The rigid steel frame can accommodate basic and advanced insulation technologies to optimize indoor temperatures all year. Additionally, the flexible structure allows for overhead, sliding, or rolling garage doors to secure your vehicle. For optimum durability, choose a roof style that suits the climate in your area.

Ensure accessibility

Adding durable ramps and wide garage doors will allow you to maneuver your RV without sweat. At Armstrong Steel, you will find prefabricated steel garage workshop building kits that can be customized with such features. Their structures are also customizable in various wall finishes, like stucco and CMU. That’s great if you don’t want your workshop to look like an industrial facility.

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Home Design Trends: What’s Popular Now and What’s Next

Home design continues to evolve, reflecting shifts in lifestyle, technology, and cultural preferences. Current trends in architecture and interior design showcase a mix of practicality, style, and innovation. Here's a look at the hottest design movements of today and predictions for what's coming next. Top Trends Shaping Homes Today - Modern Farmhouse: Still Leading the Way The farmhouse style-particularly modern iterations-continues to dominate. This enduring popularity stems from its versatility and timeless appeal. Farmhouse homes adapt well to different sizes and layouts, making them ideal for various lifestyles. Features like wraparound porches and open floor plans enhance both curb appeal and functionality. - The Rise of Barndominiums Blending rustic charm with practicality, barndominiums have surged in popularity. These homes often feature expansive garages, workshops, and simple layouts, appealing to homeowners seeking functionality and aesthetic charm. They're no longer just metal structures but stylish spaces that integrate seamlessly into rural settings. - The Essential Home Office As remote work remains prevalent, dedicated home office spaces are a must-have. Designs range from compact pocket offices within laundry rooms to standalone spaces with ample natural light. The emphasis is on creating versatile areas that serve multiple purposes while maintaining productivity. - Wraparound Porches and Outdoor Living Outdoor spaces are in high demand, with wraparound porches offering multiple vantage points for relaxation. These designs not only increase a home's usable space but also enhance its connection to nature, making them a staple in farmhouse and barndominium plans. - Efficient Use of Space Homebuyers are gravitating toward houses in the 1,000 to 2,000 square foot range, valuing practicality over excess. These homes strike a balance between affordability and comfort, often incorporating open layouts to maximize the perception of space. - Tiny Yet Livable Homes While ultra-tiny homes under 500 square feet are losing some momentum, those between 500 and 1,000 square feet are gaining traction. These designs prioritize functionality and cost-efficiency without sacrificing comfort. - Integrated Living Spaces Accessory dwelling units (ADUs) and garage apartments are becoming increasingly popular. These multi-purpose structures combine parking, storage, and living areas, making them ideal for extended families or rental income. - Durable, Stylish Roofing Metal roofs are a sought-after feature, especially in modern farmhouse designs. They offer durability and a sleek aesthetic, with some homeowners opting for partial metal accents to balance cost and style. - Simple, Functional Footprints Homes with straightforward rectangular layouts are favored for their affordability and construction simplicity. Despite their basic shapes, these homes often feature modern, open interiors that feel contemporary and inviting. - RV Garages and Storage Barndominiums and other rural-style homes are increasingly incorporating garages large enough to house RVs and other recreational vehicles. These spaces double as workshops or storage areas, enhancing their utility. Emerging Trends for the Future - Flexible, Multi-Generational Layouts Homes are increasingly designed with adaptability in mind. Features like in-law suites, flex spaces, and accessible layouts cater to diverse family structures and changing needs, ensuring longevity and practicality. - The Rise of Wet Rooms Wet rooms-bathrooms where the shower and tub share an open, waterproof space-are gaining popularity. This trend combines functionality with a luxurious, spa-like aesthetic while enhancing accessibility. - Mountain Contemporary Style Combining modern architecture with rustic materials, this style is perfect for homes on sloped lots or in scenic locations. Large windows and multiple outdoor living spaces make the most of the surrounding views. - Rooftop Decks for Urban Living As lot sizes shrink, rooftop decks are becoming a creative solution for adding outdoor living areas. These spaces often accompany modern home designs and provide a private retreat in urban settings. - Duplexes for Efficiency Duplexes are on the rise due to their versatility and cost-effectiveness. They allow for multi-generational living or rental income opportunities, making efficient use of land in areas where space is at a premium. Conclusion These trends reflect a dynamic shift in how we think about and design our homes. By understanding these evolving preferences, we can create spaces that are not only stylish and functional but also adaptable to the changing needs of modern life. Elevate Your Home's Exterior with Architectural Stone Concepts Whether you're drawn to the rustic charm of a farmhouse, the modern lines of a contemporary design, or anything in between, enhancing your home's exterior can significantly boost its curb appeal and value. Contact Architectural Stone Concepts today to explore how our premium services, including stunning stone veneer, durable stucco, and expert paint finishes, can bring your vision to life and perfectly complement your chosen architectural style. Contact Us >>

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Everything You Must-Know with Casa Grande RV Storage

How to store an RV? Preparing an RV for storage requires the following few steps:

Removing all valuables is crucial if you consider storing them in your garage or driveway. However, if you plan to store in a self-storage-accessible unit, there is no need to worry. Targeting RVs is easy for thieves as the RV features valuable electronics and criminals are aware of these things inside the RV.

Removing perishable items ensures not to leave trash in the trash bin. Never leave food items, they will rot lead to sanitation issues in your RV, and attract pets. Also, remember to drain tanks and clean lines by cleaning the water tanks and waste tanks.

Removing unwanted things from the refrigerator is essential to prepare the RV for storage. You may open the refrigerator doors; and take things out from the refrigerator. It helps prevent mold from growing, and it is not worth overlooking for Casa Grande RV storage owners.

If you are interested in traveling, you may find that RV sales are skyrocketing. People are finding new ways to enjoy with family so they plan wonderful traveling and camping in an RV. RV storage is one of the RV ownership challenges. This is because many communities hinder parking on their property. Living in apartments or condos hinders finding suitable parking. People having street parking access in urban areas; find it illegal or difficult to park on the road their RV.

An RV is big for indoor garages. If you leave it in a driveway, it is prone to damage during inclement weather. It may be a hassle when it dominates your driveway. It is the reason that RV owners look for different options.

Store in a self-storage unit the RV throughout the year. Storing an RV for a long-term in the winter months is helpful. The self-storage units have no windows but are climate-controlled. They keep it safe from sun exposure and avert exterior damage for the long term. It also provides security features such as staff to attend, gated access, and security cameras.

Shared indoor RV storage provides a space reserved indoors. The facilities indoors mean it is your garage offering boat storage solutions in combination. It offers the right value but includes downsides. The shared indoor Casa Grande RV Storage may be in a faraway location. It may have difficulty in getting in and out and check if it has 24/7 access.

Outdoor covered and uncovered RV storage offers shielding from inclement weather, sun rays, and more. An affordable alternative is the covered outdoor storage. While the outdoor covered storage for an RV is an affordable option. It can work regardless of the RV size or location. The downsides are exposure to the elements and no proper security.

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Reliable Metal Carports: Your First Line of Defense Against the Elements

In this article, we’ll explore why metal carports are the first line of defense for your vehicles and equipment and how various designs, such as triple wide and enclosed carports, provide the ultimate protection.

The Durability of Steel Carports

One of the primary reasons homeowners and businesses turn to metal carports is their unparalleled durability. Traditional wooden or fabric carports can deteriorate over time due to rot, rust, or wear and tear. In contrast, steel carports are designed to last for decades, offering protection against even the harshest weather conditions.

Weather Resistance: A steel carport can stand up to rain, snow, high winds, and intense sunlight. Galvanized steel, often used in these structures, is resistant to rust and corrosion, making it ideal for outdoor use.

Low Maintenance: Unlike wooden carports, which may require repainting or pest control, steel carports require minimal maintenance. Occasional cleaning and inspection are typically all that’s needed to keep them in top shape for years.

Versatility of Metal Carports

Metal carports are highly versatile, offering solutions for various storage and protection needs. Whether you need to cover a single vehicle or require space for larger equipment like an RV, there is a carport design that will meet your specific requirements.

RV Carports: The Perfect Solution for Large Vehicles

Owning an RV is a great way to travel and explore, but it also comes with the responsibility of protecting this large, expensive vehicle from the elements. RV carports are specially designed to accommodate the height and length of recreational vehicles, providing ample protection against sun damage, rain, and snow.

Custom Sizes: RV carports come in various sizes, making it easy to find a model that fits your specific vehicle. You can even customize the height and length to ensure that your RV is fully protected.

Extended Lifespan: By protecting your RV from UV rays and moisture, an RV carport helps extend the life of your vehicle’s exterior and interior components.

Triple Wide Carports: Extra Space for Multiple Vehicles

For those with multiple vehicles, boats, or equipment, a triple wide carport is an excellent option. These carports provide extra width, making it easy to store multiple vehicles side by side or accommodate larger machinery.

Multiple Uses: A triple wide carport can be used not only for vehicles but also for storing large equipment, such as tractors, trailers, and boats. It’s a cost-effective way to expand your storage capacity without the need for a full garage.

Customizable Options: Like other metal carports, triple wide models can be customized with different roof styles, side panels, and colors to match your aesthetic preferences and specific needs.

The Benefits of Enclosed Carports

While open-sided metal carports provide excellent protection from overhead elements like rain and sun, adding sidewalls or converting your carport into an enclosed carport offers even more protection.

Full Coverage: An enclosed carport shields your vehicles from all angles, protecting them from wind, debris, and even theft. This is especially useful for homeowners in areas with harsh winters or frequent storms.

Extra Storage: In addition to protecting vehicles, an enclosed carport can serve as a secure storage area for tools, equipment, and other valuable items. With lockable doors, you can ensure that your belongings are safe and secure.

Portable Carports: Flexibility and Convenience

For those in need of temporary or movable protection, portable carports offer unmatched flexibility. Whether you’re planning to move or simply want a carport that can be relocated around your property, portable carports are an ideal solution.

Ease of Setup: Portable carports are designed for quick and easy installation. They can be assembled and disassembled with minimal effort, making them perfect for temporary shelter or seasonal use.

Versatility: These carports can be used to protect everything from vehicles and lawn equipment to outdoor furniture and event spaces. Their portability makes them useful in a variety of situations.

Cost-Effective Protection

One of the most significant advantages of choosing a metal carport is the cost savings. Steel carports are much more affordable than traditional garages, yet they offer similar levels of protection.

Affordable Investment: Whether you opt for a simple single-carport or a triple wide carport, metal structures are more affordable to purchase and install than wooden or brick garages.

Lower Maintenance Costs: Because steel carports require little maintenance, you save on upkeep costs over time, making them a smart financial investment for the long run.

Customization Options

Another benefit of metal carports is the ability to customize the design to suit your specific needs and preferences. You can choose from a range of options, including:

Roof Styles: From standard gable roofs to A-frame designs, there are numerous options to choose from to match your home or property’s aesthetic.

Color Choices: Many manufacturers offer a wide variety of color options, allowing you to blend your carport with your property’s color scheme.

Additional Features: Add side panels, doors, and even windows to create an enclosed carport that doubles as a storage shed or workshop.

Conclusion

When it comes to reliable protection for your vehicles, equipment, and other valuable assets, metal carports are your first line of defense against the elements. Whether you’re in need of a spacious triple wide carport, a sturdy steel carport, or a flexible portable carport, these structures offer durability, affordability, and customization options to fit any need.

From RV carports to enclosed carports, the versatility and strength of metal carports make them a smart investment for homeowners and businesses alike. Protect your belongings from sun, rain, snow, and more with a reliable metal carport—the ultimate solution for weather-resistant protection. For more details, visit: millenniumbuildings.com

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Thinking about expanding your living space in Port St. Lucie with an Accessory Dwelling Unit (ADU)? From backyard offices to guest houses, ADUs can provide flexible and cost-effective solutions for additional living space. Here’s what you need to know about the regulations, costs, and construction considerations specific to Port St. Lucie.

1. Zoning: Where are ADUs Appropriate in Port St. Lucie? ADUs are typically permitted in various residential zones throughout Port St. Lucie. To find out if your property is eligible, you'll need to consult with the local zoning ordinances specific to Port St. Lucie.

2. Approval Process in Port St. Lucie Obtaining approval for an ADU in Port St. Lucie involves navigating through local building codes and zoning laws. The process typically requires submitting your ADU plans for review, ensuring they meet all local guidelines for safety and design.

3. How Many ADUs Per Lot in Port St. Lucie? Port St. Lucie usually allows one ADU per residential lot, but this can vary based on the size of your property and local regulations. Confirm the specifics with Port St. Lucie’s planning department. https://port-st-lucie.speedyhomecontractor.com

4. Size Limitations for ADUs in Port St. Lucie The size of an ADU in Port St. Lucie may be limited by local zoning laws, often requiring the ADU to be a certain percentage of your primary residence's size or capped at a specific square footage.

5. Types of ADUs Permitted In Port St. Lucie, whether an ADU can be an RV or a tiny home on wheels will depend on the local codes. Many areas require ADUs to be permanent structures, though some flexibility may exist.

6. HOA and ADU Regulations in Port St. Lucie Navigating HOA restrictions is crucial if your home is in a governed community. HOAs can have rules that impact the construction and aesthetics of ADUs.

7. Parking Requirements for ADUs in Port St. Lucie Most local ordinances will require at least one additional parking space for an ADU unless specific exemptions apply based on the location within the city.

8. Selling an ADU in Port St. Lucie ADUs generally cannot be sold separately from the primary residence; they are legally part of the same property.

9. Impact of ADUs on Property Density in Port St. Lucie Local laws will determine if including an ADU affects density calculations on your property, which can influence permissible ADU size and location.

10. Infrastructure and Utilities for ADUs in Port St. Lucie Constructing an ADU may require upgrading existing utilities to handle the increased load. This includes ensuring adequate water, sewer, and electrical services.

Considering adding an ADU to your home in Port St. Lucie? Start by getting a detailed construction quote and explore financing options available specifically for Port St. Lucie residents, such as ADU building cost assistance and custom ADU construction services. Whether you’re looking at building a new guest house or converting your garage, understanding these key aspects will help ensure your project is successful.

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Thinking about expanding your living space in Port St. Lucie with an Accessory Dwelling Unit (ADU)? From backyard offices to guest houses, ADUs can provide flexible and cost-effective solutions for additional living space. Here’s what you need to know about the regulations, costs, and construction considerations specific to Port St. Lucie.

1. Zoning: Where are ADUs Appropriate in Port St. Lucie? ADUs are typically permitted in various residential zones throughout Port St. Lucie. To find out if your property is eligible, you'll need to consult with the local zoning ordinances specific to Port St. Lucie.

2. Approval Process in Port St. Lucie Obtaining approval for an ADU in Port St. Lucie involves navigating through local building codes and zoning laws. The process typically requires submitting your ADU plans for review, ensuring they meet all local guidelines for safety and design.

3. How Many ADUs Per Lot in Port St. Lucie? Port St. Lucie usually allows one ADU per residential lot, but this can vary based on the size of your property and local regulations. Confirm the specifics with Port St. Lucie’s planning department. https://port-st-lucie.speedyhomecontractor.com

4. Size Limitations for ADUs in Port St. Lucie The size of an ADU in Port St. Lucie may be limited by local zoning laws, often requiring the ADU to be a certain percentage of your primary residence's size or capped at a specific square footage.

5. Types of ADUs Permitted In Port St. Lucie, whether an ADU can be an RV or a tiny home on wheels will depend on the local codes. Many areas require ADUs to be permanent structures, though some flexibility may exist.

6. HOA and ADU Regulations in Port St. Lucie Navigating HOA restrictions is crucial if your home is in a governed community. HOAs can have rules that impact the construction and aesthetics of ADUs.

7. Parking Requirements for ADUs in Port St. Lucie Most local ordinances will require at least one additional parking space for an ADU unless specific exemptions apply based on the location within the city.

8. Selling an ADU in Port St. Lucie ADUs generally cannot be sold separately from the primary residence; they are legally part of the same property.

9. Impact of ADUs on Property Density in Port St. Lucie Local laws will determine if including an ADU affects density calculations on your property, which can influence permissible ADU size and location.

10. Infrastructure and Utilities for ADUs in Port St. Lucie Constructing an ADU may require upgrading existing utilities to handle the increased load. This includes ensuring adequate water, sewer, and electrical services.

Considering adding an ADU to your home in Port St. Lucie? Start by getting a detailed construction quote and explore financing options available specifically for Port St. Lucie residents, such as ADU building cost assistance and custom ADU construction services. Whether you’re looking at building a new guest house or converting your garage, understanding these key aspects will help ensure your project is successful.

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Travel Trailers for Sale in Sacramento, CA: Your Guide to Finding the Perfect RV

For those who love the open road and the freedom to explore, owning a travel trailer is an ideal way to experience the great outdoors with the comforts of home. Sacramento, CA, offers a variety of options for those looking to travel trailers for sale sacramento ca  purchase a travel trailer, whether you're a first-time buyer or a seasoned RV enthusiast. In this article, we'll explore what you need to know about buying a travel trailer in Sacramento, CA, including the types available, where to buy, and tips for making the best purchase.

1. Why Choose a Travel Trailer?

Travel trailers offer a flexible and cost-effective way to travel and camp. Unlike motorhomes, they are towed behind a vehicle, allowing you to detach and use your vehicle independently once you've set up camp. Travel trailers come in a wide range of sizes and floor plans, making them suitable for solo travelers, couples, or large families.

2. Types of Travel Trailers Available

When searching for travel trailers for sale in Sacramento, CA, you'll encounter several types, each with its unique features:

Conventional Travel Trailers: These are the most common type and range from small, lightweight models to larger units with multiple slide-outs and full amenities.

Fifth-Wheel Trailers: Designed to be towed by a pickup truck with a special hitch, fifth-wheel trailers offer more living space and often include luxury features like king-sized beds and residential-style kitchens.

Toy Haulers: Ideal for those who want to bring along ATVs, motorcycles, or other recreational vehicles, toy haulers feature a garage area with ramp access, in addition to living quarters.

Teardrop Trailers: These compact, lightweight trailers are perfect for minimalist travelers who need basic shelter and storage while on the road.

Expandable/Hybrid Trailers: These trailers have pop-out sections made of canvas or hard sides, offering additional sleeping space without increasing the overall length of the trailer when towing.

3. Where to Buy Travel Trailers in Sacramento, CA

Sacramento is home to numerous dealerships that specialize in RVs, including travel trailers. Here are some popular options:

La Mesa RV Center: With a wide selection of new and pre-owned travel trailers, La Mesa RV is a well-known dealership offering various brands and models.

Manteca Trailer & Motorhome: Located a short drive from Sacramento, this dealership offers a large inventory of travel trailers, including top brands like Airstream, Jayco, and Forest River.

RV Travel World: Specializing in both new and used RVs, RV Travel World provides a range of travel trailers with flexible financing options.

Camping World of Sacramento: Known nationwide, Camping World offers a diverse selection of travel trailers, along with a full-service department for maintenance and repairs.

4. What to Consider When Buying a Travel Trailer

Before purchasing a travel trailer in Sacramento, CA, there are several factors to consider:

Budget: Determine your budget before you start shopping. Travel trailers can range from affordable, entry-level models to high-end luxury units.

Towing Capacity: Ensure your vehicle can safely tow the travel trailer you choose. Check the weight and towing capacity of both the trailer and your vehicle.

Floor Plan: Think about how you'll use the space. Do you need a large kitchen? Extra sleeping areas? Consider your priorities and choose a floor plan that meets your needs.

New vs. Used: Buying new offers the latest features and a manufacturer's warranty, while purchasing a used trailer can save money. Be sure to inspect used trailers carefully for any signs of wear or damage.

Dealer Reputation: Research the dealership's reputation, including customer reviews and ratings. A reputable dealer will provide transparent pricing, good customer service, and after-sale support.

5. Tips for First-Time Buyers

If you're new to RVing, here are some tips to help you make the right decision:

Start Small: If you're unsure about your needs, consider starting with a smaller, less expensive travel trailer. You can always upgrade later.

Attend RV Shows: RV shows offer a great opportunity to see multiple models in one place, compare features, and talk to experts.

Take a Test Drive: If possible, rent a travel trailer before buying to get a feel for towing, setting up, and living in one.

Consider Storage: Make sure you have a place to store your travel trailer when it's not in use. Some HOAs have restrictions on parking RVs at home.

Conclusion

Owning a travel trailer opens up a world of adventure, allowing you to explore Sacramento, CA, and beyond at your own pace. With a wide variety of travel trailers for sale in the area, there's something to suit every traveler's needs and budget. By considering your options, setting a budget, and choosing a reputable dealer, you'll be well on your way to finding the perfect travel trailer for your adventures. Happy travels!

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Discover the Best Storage Units in Peterborough- A Comprehensive Guide

In today’s fast-paced world, the need for extra storage space has become increasingly prevalent. Whether you're downsizing, relocating, or simply need to declutter your home, storage units peterborough offer a practical solution. In Peterborough, a city known for its vibrant community and picturesque landscapes, finding the right storage unit can make all the difference. This comprehensive guide will walk you through the benefits, types, and considerations for selecting the perfect storage unit in Peterborough.

Benefits of Using Storage Units

1. Decluttering and Organizing: Storage units provide a secure space to store items that are not needed on a daily basis. This can help in decluttering your home or office, creating a more organized and spacious environment.

2. Safe and Secure: Modern storage facilities in Peterborough offer high-security features such as CCTV surveillance, electronic gate access, and on-site management. These measures ensure that your belongings are protected around the clock.

3. Flexibility: Whether you need short-term storage for a few months or a long-term solution, storage units offer flexible rental agreements to suit your needs. This flexibility is ideal for those undergoing transitions such as moving, renovating, or seasonal storage.

4. Cost-Effective: Renting a storage unit can be more economical than upgrading to a larger living or office space. It allows you to keep your valuable items safe without the high costs associated with additional real estate.

Types of Storage Units Available

1. Personal Storage: Personal storage units are perfect for storing household items, furniture, seasonal decorations, and personal belongings. These units come in various sizes, allowing you to choose one that fits your requirements.

2. Business Storage: Businesses in Peterborough can benefit from storage units for archiving documents, storing excess inventory, and housing equipment. This is particularly useful for small businesses that lack sufficient space on their premises.

3. Vehicle Storage: If you have an extra vehicle, RV, boat, or motorcycle that needs storing, specialized vehicle storage units are available. These units provide a secure place to keep your vehicles safe from the elements and potential theft.

4. Climate-Controlled Storage: For items that are sensitive to temperature and humidity, such as electronics, artwork, and antiques, climate-controlled storage units are the best option. These units maintain a consistent environment to preserve the integrity of your belongings.

Choosing the Right Storage Unit

1. Determine Your Needs: Before renting a storage unit, take inventory of the items you plan to store. This will help you determine the size and type of unit you need. Storage facilities typically offer units ranging from small lockers to large garage-sized spaces.

2. Consider Location: Choose a storage facility that is conveniently located near your home or business. This makes it easier to access your belongings when needed and can save you time and transportation costs.

3. Check Security Features: Ensure that the storage facility you choose has robust security measures in place. Look for features like surveillance cameras, gated access, and well-lit premises.

4. Compare Prices: Get quotes from multiple storage facilities in Peterborough and compare prices. Be sure to inquire about any additional fees, such as insurance, administration costs, or access charges.

5. Read Reviews: Customer reviews can provide valuable insights into the reliability and quality of a storage facility. Look for reviews online or ask for recommendations from friends and family.

Conclusion

Finding the right storage unit in Peterborough can greatly enhance your living or working space by providing a secure and flexible solution for your storage needs. By understanding the benefits and types of storage units peterborough available and considering key factors such as location, security, and cost, you can make an informed decision. Whether you need personal, business, vehicle, or climate-controlled storage, Peterborough offers a variety of options to meet your needs. Take the time to research and choose a facility that offers the best combination of features and convenience for you.