#rental wheel chairs

[handicaptravelersdr]

Wheelchair Rentals in Dominican Republic | Handicap Travelers DR

[itshomobirb]

i bought a used wheelchair off ebay and it's supposed to arrive on monday and tbh im so excited !! ik it's gonna take awhile to build up more arm strength but im so much wagging my tail at the idea of being able to do short lil mental health walks with it

[betsybugaboo]

Breaking both legs: 0/10, would not recommend

[fresitasmoribund]

Roller King

-`♡´- pairing: James Potter x GN!Reader

-`♡´- summary: James works at a local roller rink as the “music guy,” controlling the playlist from his booth. You’re there almost every night he is, and – without fail – you always request the same song. James believes he should tease you about it tonight.

-`♡´- contains: james being a cheeky bitch, roller skating

-`♡´- warning: reader wears shorts (only mentioned briefly)

-`♡´- masterlist

-`♡´- word count: 2.1k

The roller rink is alive with the energy of the weekend. The bassline of the current disco hit thumps through the speakers, shaking the very foundation of the glossy wooden floor. Neon signs in bubbly fonts advertise everything from tonight’s soda specials to skate rentals – their lights reflecting off the mirrored walls. The aroma of food fuses with the scent of sweat and smoke. A massive disco ball spins in the center, scattering splashes of light it catches onto the gliding skaters below. Some stumble awkwardly, clutching the railings as they try to find their footing. While others weave effortlessly through the crowd like they were born on wheels.

Up in his elevated DJ booth, James Potter leans back in his chair – legs propped on the counter as he surveys his domain. He wore his signature pair of aviator sunglasses - prescription, of course – the tinted lenses reflecting the flashing lights. One hand was perched lazily on the mixer, the other twirling the cord of the rink’s mic as though it were a lasso. Yes, James Potter thought he was hot stuff on these nights. His grin was as cocky as it was unbothered – like he was the king of the roller disco. In his mind, he might as well have been.

It wasn’t a bad gig, really. He got free food, he could give his mates all the discounts he wanted, and he was given the power to control the speakers. That was a power he loved to abuse.

All in all, he got to control the music, watch people embarrass themselves on skates, and—most importantly—catch glimpses of you. You, who skated by his booth at least once every session, your movements so smooth they bordered on hypnotic. James would never admit it to anyone, but you were the highlight of his nights here. And you always—always—requested the same song each time he had the privilege of being in your presence. And he found that incredibly endearing.

He catches sight of you now, weaving through the crowd like you own the place. It’s dizzying watching your feet—and your outfit stood out in the best way possible. You were wearing his favorite pair of denim shorts that you owned. Oh, he was in for a night. James can practically feel the wind you leave in your wake as you skate past his booth, glancing up at him with a raised brow and a pointed finger. He groans loudly, making a dramatic show of rolling his head back against his chair.

“No,” he mouths, apparent enough so that you can see. “Absolutely not. I refuse.”

You just sneer and skate backward a few feet, your hands thrown up in mock surrender—for now. You spin gracefully and disappear into the crowd again, leaving James beaming.

With a resigned sigh, he reaches for the turntable, already queuing up the familiar opening notes of Sylvester’s “You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real).” He isn’t going to play it just yet—not until he had his run first. For now, he wants to let the current track ride out, leaning forward to adjust the sliders on the mix. His mic cord twirls idly in his hand as his eyes dart back to the rink. He searches for you again in the sea of movement.

The song is almost over when he finally spots you. You were cutting across the floor beautifully, picking up speed. James’ smirk grows as he taps the mic against his chin, debating his next move.

The melody of the last song fades into a hum, and for a brief moment, the rink is filled only with the sound of wheels gliding over polished wood. Then James’ voice crackles over the speakers, smooth and a little too smug.

“This next one is dedicated to the skating superstar who’s requested it…” He clicks his tongue, making direct eye contact with you. “Oh, I don’t know, seventeen times this month?”

The opening synth fills the rink, but it is drowned out momentarily by the collective chorus of “ooohs” and laughter from the crowd. Heads turn in your direction as James’ words sink in. Your face burns hotter than the neon lights, and you have half a mind to strangle him. You stumble mid-stride, nearly colliding with another skater.

“Oh, for the love of…” you mutter under your breath, veering off the main rink and heading straight to the DJ booth.

James sees you coming at him like a gorgeous whirlwind on a mission. He turns in his chair, spreading his legs and sliding his glasses down slightly. He lived for your little tirades—he loved being the cause of them. The mic cord is still looped around his other hand as he watches you march up to the ramp leading up to him, your skates clicking sharply against the floor.

“Do you have to humiliate me in front of the entire rink, Potter?” you demand, crossing your arms as you reach the top.

“Humiliate?” he echoes with a chuckle, staring at you over the rim of his glasses. “I gave you a spotlight, babe.”

“Oh, is that what you call it?” you shoot back, glaring at him. “You’re lucky this song puts me in a good mood, or those ridiculous shades of yours would be flying their way to the snack bar.”

James’ grin doesn’t falter. If anything, it gets worse – to something more dazzling and charming. “I’m only just calling attention to your impressive streak.”

You groan, resisting the sudden urge to throw one of the nearest headphones at him. Instead, you jab a finger in his direction, your skates already pivoting to roll away. “Shut. Up.”

As you turn back toward the rink, James’ laughter follows you – bright and full of mischief. From his perch in the booth, he watches you glide back onto the floor, the music carrying you seamlessly into your routine. A routine he’s probably memorized fully by now. For a moment, he forgets about everything else—the crowd, the flashing lights. All he sees is you and that determined look on your lovely features.

The music pulses through the rink as you glide back into the crowd, the initial sting of embarrassment from James’ antics wearing off—mostly. The short moment of humiliation hadn’t been enough to ruin your night—though it never did. If anything, the adrenaline only fueled your skating, making your movements sharper and more precise. The rhythm of the music buzzes through your body.

Still, you can’t help but cast a side-eye at the booth every time you pass it. And, unfortunately for you, every time – James was ready.

“Smooth form, love,” his voice drawled over the tinny speaker system, rich with excessive charm. “I’d give it a 9, but you stumbled on that turn.”

Your wheels nearly faltered, but you steadied yourself, refusing to let him witness you rattled. Instead, you rolled closer, skating backward with effortless grace just to show off and throw him a pointed look.

The song shifts to something slower, with a funkier groove. The lights begin to dim, the multi-colored spotlights moving languidly across the floor. Skaters start to pair off, moving in unison to the beat. Others—like you—take advantage of the looser rhythm to glide freely.

You pass James again, and like clockwork, he is there and dramatically leaning into the mic.

“Don’t trip—I’m watching.”

The teasing lilt in his voice sends a delicious shiver down your spine. Your response is immediate, you raise your hand over your shoulder and flipped him off.

The sound of his laughter echoes fleetingly through the rink before he turns his mic off – but you swear you can still hear it. It seems to carry over the music and sounds of people, aiming straight toward you to ignite a flutter of butterflies in your stomach. It was always loud, genuine, and infuriatingly contagious. You can’t help but smile despite yourself, shaking your head as you turn back to focus on the rink.

James seemed to want to keep going all night. The sheer audacity that this man carried was enough to make you veer off-course, narrowly avoiding colliding with a couple found in an impressive synchronized spin. You mutter a quick apology, then directed another glare at him. James, of course, held no remorse for you. He was sitting back, reclining like he had nothing better to do than make your life miserable.

For the next few songs, he kept his commentary going, always waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Sometimes it was subtle – a low whistle or a murmured, “Careful, love,” just loud enough to make you look. Other times he would embrace the title of being a pest by goading you with what you assume he thought was a clever remark. Yet you refused to let him under your skin – tossing out your own quips, making gestures, or performing some impressive moves. Whatever he threw, you’d pick it up and throw it right back.

Eventually, you pull off to the side, your chest heaving from exertion. You use the half-wall for support, letting the coolness of the surface seep through your clothes as you take a long sip from your water bottle. From the corner of your eye, you can see James smiling ear to ear, waving at you with his fingers.

As you stand there, catching your breath, you can’t help but smile to yourself. Annoying as he is, James Potter had a way of making the rink—and the night—feel electric.

Even if he is an intolerable prat.

The familiar post-skate ache was already settling in, but you need a moment to cool off before heading home. Your water bottle was half-empty, condensation dripping onto your fingers as you sip. Around you, skaters flew by – laughing and chattering.

The scarcely audible creak of wood pulls your attention back to James’ direction. He hops down from his perch – landing with an unnecessary flair and swagger. As if jumping two feet was equivalent to jumping from a stage. He adjusts his aviators—which he still hasn’t bothered to take off and replace with his everyday ones—and makes his way toward you. With an unnecessary flourish, he hooks his sunglasses onto the collar of his faded band tee. His hair was an absolute mess, dark curls pointing out in odd angles. You sigh as he stops next to you on the other side of the half-wall.

“Big moment, Potter?” you ask dryly. “Finally need to see with both eyes?”

“Nah,” he says, taking a step closer and tilting his head just slightly. “Just wanted you to see how serious I am.”

“Serious?” You raise a brow, trying to ignore the way his presence seems to fill the small space between you. “You spent the last hour turning me into some kind of rink mascot. I think we passed serious about thirteen songs ago.”

James chuckles, a low, warm sound that somehow felt like it would always be meant just for you. “Can’t help it. You’re a crowd favorite.”

You roll your eyes but can't stop the tugging at the corner of your lips.

“C’mon, I know you’ve got some wicked moves.” He teases in a hushed tone. “I've even seen them in that same, old routine you do.”

You turn to face him fully, crossing your arms over the barrier.

“If you hate the song so much,” you begin, narrowing your eyes, “why do you keep playing it?”

“Maybe I like seeing you skate to it.” His crooked grin returns, and he shrugs.

The simplicity of the statement catches you off guard. You open your mouth to fire back a quickfire retort – but nothing comes. The warmth in his voice under the playful flirtation – the way he’s looking at you – has taken the fight right out of you.     

The world outside the two of you seems to blur. The lights, the chatter of the rink, even the booming tune of the current track – it all fades. James has a way of making everything else feel like background noise, and you hate how much you actually find yourself liking it.

“Alright, superstar,” he says finally, pushing off the wall with a smooth motion. “How about you give me one last performance before ABBA start to play on a loop and riots kick off?”

You snort, shaking your head as he turns to go. “Uh huh. Make sure my next request is ready.”

James pauses, throwing a glance over his shoulder to give you a sincere smile, instead of his usual arrogant smirk. It lingers just enough to make your heart skip a beat.

“You got it, love.”

[deanwritings]

The Guest House - Chapter 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.

The Guest House Master List

Word Count: 3,375

Your fingers drum along the steering wheel as you navigate the winding backroads, nothing but bare trees and a littering of snow to keep your mind occupied as you hum along to the radio station. 

You had exited the highway almost an hour ago, and the longer you drove, the less cars you passed and the more trees appeared. 

A part of you was worried you were making a mistake; what if this town ended up being too small? Or what if your rental was a total sham and you got scammed? You could always dispute the charge with the bank, but the embarrassment of being conned and having to admit that to your family would be the worst part. An “I told you so” would definitely be waiting for you from your mother. 

But your GPS showed another thirty-five minutes before your arrival, so you figured you might as well check it, hoping to be pleasantly surprised. 

This was definitely out of your comfort zone, but you deserved this. A month of no work or responsibilities. Just taking each day as it came and answering to no one but yourself.

This is going to be good for me. You keep reminding yourself.  

About twenty minutes later, a few buildings appear in between the trees; houses and some small, specialty shops like a hardware store and a car repair shop. As you drive further in, brick buildings, all connected to each other line your path. You slow down as you begin taking in the shops and restaurants, noticing an antique store and Irish pub first, as well as some art galleries and thrift stores. The town is certainly picturesque, with a charmingly old downtown, the stone sidewalks dotted with trees that are surely full and vibrant in the warmer months, but their bare branches still clinging to string lights from the holidays. 

You smile, this was exactly what you were hoping for. Maybe this was going to work out after all. 

True to the posting, your GPS announces your arrival about ten minutes later. The driveway is long and unpaved, and your eyes widen as the log cabin that sits proudly to your left comes into view behind the trees. Large, dark logs, perfectly sat on top of one another, leading up to a green, gable roof and thick stone chimney. A large porch adorns the front facade, and you see two empty rocking chairs swaying in the winter wind. 

Continue past the main house for another 15 seconds or so, and the guest house is located towards the back of the property. Lisa had messaged you instructions after your booking was confirmed. 

As you keep driving, more trees appear, the back of the property not as cleared out as the front. But through the lifeless trees you spot your home for the next month, exactly how it appeared in the posting; gray, wooden siding with two porches; one off the front and another off the bedroom. The same gabled roof graces this home, though shaded red. A small, tin chimney sits perfectly atop, completing the picture you saw online. 

Turns out, you didn’t get scammed at all. Maybe it was your Aunt Rose, or a guardian angel, but someone was clearly looking out for you and made sure you were getting exactly what you deserved. 

You park on the side of the house, per Lisa’s instructions, and gather up all your bags, not wanting to make more than one trip. You struggle with your suitcase against the gravel, but thankfully it doesn’t take you long before you arrive at the front, all-glass door, allowing you a sneak peek before you even step foot inside. 

Key is under the flower pot to the left of the door. And you smile when you find it exactly where it’s meant to be. 

You unlock the door and push it open, and despite the purse and backpack you're carrying, your shoulders immediately slump and you take in an easy, deep breath of relief. The house is immaculate; bright, pine plank floors, plaid, comfortable looking couches facing the tv and wood-burning stove. The living room continues into the kitchen, the whole floor plan wide and open. The cabinets match the floors, and the countertops are a forest green granite. The appliances are a bit outdated; the older, white stove and microwave combo that looks very similar to the one you had in college, but that doesn’t bother you. You can see straight back to the only bedroom, the open door and revealing a sliver of the bed for your next month. The house is adorned with floor to ceiling windows, making the atmosphere feel light, even in the dark, winter twilight.  

You drag your stuff back to the bedroom, heaving your extra large suitcase up the four steps that lead to the space.

The bedroom is simple; a queen bed with cream comforter, curtains that match the bedding, and two pine nightstands, each with a glass-bottomed lamp. 

You drop your suitcase onto the floor and carefully place your purse and backpack on the small ottoman in the corner of the room. 

As you turn in the space, you spy the hot tub on the back patio, string lights strung above, and you smile. 

After three and half hours in the car, you knew exactly how you were going to start your trip.

The clock on the radio dash illuminates 6:27 as Dean throws his car in park and cuts the engine, exhaustion radiating through his shoulders and down his back as he steps out, the gravel crunching beneath his work boots. He’s looking forward to reheating leftovers, pouring himself a beer, and hitting his bed early tonight. 

The shop had been overrun today, and with Benny out sick and Adam on vacation, Dean found himself without a single break since he started at 7:30 this morning. He usually tried to be home around 5, but by the time he finished the last car, cleaned up and closed up shop, it was well past 6. 

As he takes a few steps across the unpaved driveway towards the front steps of his house, he perks up, his ears catching a sound. He stops, narrowing his eyes as he realizes it’s music. He can’t quite make out the lyrics or the beat, but it’s definitely music. And as he focuses closer, he realizes it’s coming from the guest house. The empty guest house. 

With careful steps, Dean hurries to the garage, unlocking the side door instead of using his automatic opener which would make enough noise to alert whoever wasn’t supposed to be here. Dean makes quick work of opening the locker along the wall and typing in the code to his safe, revealing his pistol, the marble-handled one his father got him when he turned eighteen. He checks to make sure the magazine is loaded and clicks off the safety, not wanting to be caught off guard by whoever was where no one was supposed to be. 

With his weapon ready, Dean takes quiet steps towards the guest house, expertly avoiding the creaky first step as he walks up to the porch and peers in through the open windows. He doesn’t see any movement, but his brow furrows at the shoes resting to the side of the door. 

He reaches for the handle, and it twists open, the lock undone, but not broken, and steps inside. His eyes scan the front room, looking for anyone or anything out of place besides the shoes, and seeing everything in order, starts towards sliding back doors that lead to the patio, where the sound of the music grows louder. As he reaches the door, he peers out, his shoulders dropping as he notices the string lights illuminated and the hot tub cover pushed off, a head lounging against one of the built-in pillows.

God damn kids pool hopping again. He sighs and clicks the safety to his gun back on. This was the last thing he wanted to deal with after the day he had. 

This wasn’t the first time he’s found someone using his hot tub when they thought he was at work, but he figured he had put a stop to it after the McDowell twins and their girlfriends had snuck in and he called the cops on them for trespassing. Granted, he didn’t press charges, Dean wasn’t out to ruin the kids' lives, but the embarrassment of getting picked up naked and brought to the police station was enough to scare them and anyone else from trying it again. 

Or so he thought. 

The tension in his shoulders builds again as he pushes the door open, making his presence known with heavy steps before he shouts, “I thought you kids would know by now to stop–”

His words drop as a woman jumps up from the hot tub with a screech, her eyes wide as she takes quick steps away from him, or as far away as she can get in the hot tub. 

She’s definitely not a kid. From the looks of it, she’s probably in her late twenties, or maybe someone who looks good for her thirties. Her short and wet Y/C/H drips onto her shoulders, and Dean unintentionally follows the path of a water droplet as it races down her chest, through her bikini-coveraged cleavage and down to her navel, before getting soaked into her bottoms.

Yeah, definitely not a kid. 

“I’m calling the cops!” She shouts, her phone in hand, music blaring from the speaker as her fingers are ready to press the three numbers as she stares at him with fear in her Y/C/E eyes.

“Take it easy,” Dean holds his hands up, and the woman looks like she’s going to have a heart attack as she notices the gun in his right hand. Realizing his mistake, he quickly tucks it away into his waistband and holds his empty hands out to her, wanting her to know he’s not a threat.

“First off,” Dean holds up a finger at her. “If anyone should be calling the cops, it’s me.” He points back to himself. “Secondly, what are you doing in my house?” 

“Your house?” Her voice drips with confusion as her brow furrows.

“Yes my house.” He echoes, emphasizing his ownership. She continues to frown.  

“Well if it’s your house, you would know I’m renting your guest house for the next four weeks.” She crosses her arms defiantly, confusion and fear gone as she challenges him. 

“What are you talking about?” Now it’s Dean’s turn to be confused. He’s never rented the guest house out, nor would he ever. Especially not for a fucking month. 

Dean had no problem chatting with people at the shop or meeting friends for drinks downtown, but here at home, this was his private space, where he came to get away from it all. He rarely had anyone over as he just didn’t want to bother with people in his space. 

“I rented this house from you and your wife on AirBnB.” She states simply, having no idea the weight behind her words as realization crosses Dean.

“That bitch.” He mutters under his breath and runs a hand down his face. 

“Excuse me?” The woman seems to have heard him and he looks back to her. 

“No, not you.” He quickly clarifies with a sigh. “My soon-to-be ex wife. I’m gonna take a guess she’s behind this.” Her brows fold again. 

“Is her name Lisa Brandon?” She asks, and with a tight lipped, ghost of a smile, Dean nods, noting the use of her maiden name. He hadn’t heard her called that in years. 

“How’d you know that?”

“She’s listed as the homeowner. She sent me the instructions for how to get into the house.”

Dean lets his head fall back and groans. His day was getting worse and worse. 

Now he had to call his bitch of an ex and find out why there’s a woman planning to stay in his guest house for the next month. 

“Got it,” Dean straightens himself out though his shoulder slumps. Leave it to Lisa to bring some poor woman into the middle of their mess. 

“Seems we have a miscommunication. Sorry to ‘ave scared ya.” He holds his hand up in a half wave and forces a smile as he begins to turn back to step off the patio. “I’ll get out of your hair.”

Dean hurries down the small path around the side of the house, not wanting to cut back through the house now that he knew someone was staying there, even if it was his space.  

He vehemently shakes his head as he makes his way to the main house, his fists tight by his side as he prepares for his upcoming battle. 

This was actually the last thing he wanted to do after the day he had. 

Dean and Lisa have been separated for almost two years now, both unhappy for a long time before Lisa declared one day she had enough and had met someone else. 

As he stomps into the house, he kicks his boots off messily at the door and removes the pistol from his waistband and drops it next to the keybowl. Initially he was thinking a beer, but now, he wandered over to the bar and poured himself a finger of whiskey, quickly throwing it back and feeling the warmth spread as it travels down to his stomach. 

He runs a hand through his hair before taking a deep breath and pulling out his phone.

Her. Is what her contact is now. It wasn’t always. But that ship had long sailed. 

He closes his eyes and licks his lips as the line rings, four times, before she answers.  

“What do you want, Dean?” Her exasperated voice sighs through the other end of the line. He’s bothering her, but he’s only calling because she’s started it. 

“You’re renting out my guest house?” He barks. He knows her well enough to know she’s smirking. 

“Our guest house.” She corrects him and his hand balls into a fist. “Figured I’d make use of that house. No one’s used it in years.” He lets out a deep breath through his nose. 

Except you and your boyfriend. He wants to throw in, but he won’t get anywhere if he starts throwing low blows, even if they are well deserved. 

“You’ve got my attention, Lisa, now what do you want?” Dean cuts to the chase. He wants to keep this call as quick as possible.

“I want the property.” Dean scoffs. This was the one reason the divorce hadn’t been finalized yet. Both Dean and Lisa wanted to keep the house they bought together. She wanted it for a second income, and he wanted to keep it just to spite her because she wanted it. Was he proud of it? No. But after everything that happened, he wanted to keep her from getting the only thing she wanted in the divorce. Plus, she couldn’t marry her boy toy until their divorce was finalized, so Dean saw no reason to give in anytime soon. 

“Nice try. You know that’s off the table, and I’ll have my lawyer look into this little stunt of yours.” Dean figures he can either hit her with a cease and desist since she was the one who left and moved away or negotiate getting half of the income she’s going to earn off the rentals. Not that he wants anyone in his space, but if he figures he can take half the cut, Lisa may just stop bothering.  

“In case you’ve forgotten Dean, we’re still married.” No one needed to remind him that. “And my name is still on the property agreement. So that house is just as much mine as it is yours, and I have every right to rent it out. But feel free to get the lawyers involved. All you're doing is wasting my time and yours, not to mention your money.” Dean shakes his head and tightens his jaw. 

The goddamn lawyers. As much as he was enjoying prolonging the inevitable, it turned out, lawyers were pretty damn expensive to keep on retainer. He made good money at the shop, but it wasn’t two-years-worth of lawyer money, and Dean knew that he was close to ruining his finances just to satisfy his pettiness. But Dean was stubborn, and wasn’t ready to give in just yet. 

“Get her out or I will, Lis.” And with that, Dean ends the call. He picks up the bottle of whiskey, this time forgoing the glass as he takes a big swig. There was no way he was going to bed early tonight now.

Once your heart had finally settled and you were sure you weren’t going to pass out from the fear of the strikingly tall and broad-shouldered man who apparently was the co-owner of the home sneaking up on you as you relaxed in what was his hot tub, you whipped out your laptop and settled down on one of the bar stools that sat under the extended kitchen counter. You had opened the bottle of red wine you had brought up with you, not expecting to open it so soon, but after your hellish meet-and-greet with the actual owner, you needed it. 

You cross your legs underneath you as you pull up your AirBNB inbox, finding Lisa’s name and starting a message as you take a big sip of wine that you had poured into a coffee mug, the cabin not equipped with any barware. 

You sigh through your nose and purse your lips. The other shoe had to drop at some point. Between the amazing rental price, picturequest town, and beautiful guest house, everything had seemed too good to be true. Turns out, it was. 

Hi Lisa, it seems there is a miscommunication. I met your husband this evening and it sounds like he was unaware I’m renting the space. I’m not looking to get in the middle of anything so would you please be able to refund me and I’ll stay elsewhere? Your message flies off with a whoosh and you take another sip. 

Your life had been enough of a mess the last few months, you had no interest in getting involved in someone else’s drama. So you would have Lisa refund you for the stay, try to find a new spot to stay, and hopefully be on your way in the morning, even if it meant spending more than you initially were planning. 

You’re about to stand up and head to the tv but your inbox pings with a response from Lisa. 

Don’t worry about him. You rented the guest house and it’s yours for the four weeks. And per the booking site, I do not need to issue you a refund for any reason unless the house is uninhabitable, which it isn’t. So if you are going to leave, that’s up to you, but I will not be refunding your stay. But if you will be canceling, let me know.

You stare at the text flabbergasted. What a bitch. You don’t even know her and you were getting a glimpse into why this marriage didn’t work out. 

You really didn’t want to be a part of her mind games, you had had enough of that in your own life. Your vacation had barely started and it was already on the verge of being ruined. 

You hop onto the booking site and start looking for other options, with a check in starting tomorrow. As you scroll through, the few options available are wildly expensive, and seem to be a room share versus a private rental. And you couldn’t return to your apartment; you had told your landlord about your trip and agreed to let him sublease the space while you were gone, which initially you agreed to since it would cover your rent for the month, but now was just another series of bad decisions since you quit your job. 

Which really just left you with one option; suck it up, keep your head down, and try to make the most of your trip. 

Well this sucks.

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“Look,” You snap and point a finger at him. “I’m not here to be the pawn in your divorce game. I came here to relax. Problem is, every other place I’ve looked at in the area is either sold out or way more expensive than here, and I can’t afford it. You wife-”

“Ex wife-” He interjects curtly. 

“Whatever,” you snarl at his interruption. “Rented this place for a good deal, and considering I don’t have a job right now, I can’t really afford to go somewhere else.” 

“If you don’t have a job, what the hell are you doing here then?” He challenges, crossing his arms and matching your stance.  

“That’s none of your business.” He tsks his tongue and throws his head back with an exasperated sigh. 

“Look,” You lower your voice, hoping a calmer tone will help ease the situation. “Unless you need this house for anything, I promise I’ll stay out of your way. I won’t bother you, and you’ll barely know I’m here. But I already paid Lisa and I don’t have any other options, so you’re stuck with me.”

The man takes a deep breath through his nose and purses his lips.  

“Fine.” He snaps. “Enjoy your freakin’ vacation.” He huffs before he storms away from the porch and back to the main house. You shake your head at his antics.

Like a toddler having a temper tantrum. 

Between Lisa’s bitchy attitude and his man-child behavior, it’s a wonder how those two ever actually liked each other enough to get married.

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[shadoedseptmbr]

She hasn't seen Anderson in months, their assignments keeping them out of each other's loop.

But he's sitting square in one of the molded waiting room chairs when they wheel her out. "I'm fine. Just a bump."

He looks under impressed and the nurse on chair duty hmmphs behind her. "Your duty now, Commander?"

And she's flatly ignored with Anderson talking over her, "Yeah, I have the watch."

She's herded into his rental. "Too flash for the tram, Boss?"

"That head doesn't need the jolts." He's fussed about something, his chest all puffed.

She's too tired to ask so she just leans her head against the luxury padded wall. Until she realizes, "Barracks are other side of the ellipse."

"You need another few watch hours. Couch in my office is set up."

"I got a roommate and all."

"Where are they, then?" And less whalloped, she'd hear the undertone of disgruntled offense but she's pretty whalloped. "Or did you duck?"

Not exactly. She twitches her shoulder.

"Kid...never mind. Nap. I'll call your squad leader and let him know."

[20dollarlolita]

The process of how I bought my wheelchairs.

Someone's asked for help on this, and I've written a couple of really thorough posts that I never published, but here's the short I intended this to be short, but it's not version.

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: This is not medical advice. I cannot provide medical advice. I am sharing my own experience, and it should not be used as your only research for this issue. Any time I am saying, "you," please note that it is a style choice to use the second person, and not an indication of giving advice.

Quick note: if your doctor prescribed you a chair, make sure you know what kind of chair was prescribed, and why. The best chair in the world is still awful if it doesn't do what you need.

Also if your insurance will cover a wheelchair then, once you've made sure that your insurance will cover the chair you need, make the smart choice about where you'll buy these things.

The first time that I was using a wheelchair full time, I was borrowing this one from a friend. This chair is about $500, so when I was buying my first chair for myself, I was looking at that price point. If a chair I was considering was notably more than $500, I knew I could just get my own copy of this chair that I was already comfortable with. The chair that I was borrowing was three years old and had been heavily used, so I was confident in this model's lifespan.

The other big advantage of this is that it ships free with Prime, which meant that it was easy to send to a friend when I was tired of watching her use a inexpensive chair to get around the Disney parks.

But then I went on ebay and learned about the magical world of secondhand wheelchairs. The short version of the story is that a wheelchair can outlive someone's need for it, and so it's not super uncommon to see someone selling an older wheelchair for much less than the chair is new. A lot of the time, these are custom or modular chairs. Instead of a basic chair that's set up to one-size-fits-probably-most, modular and custom chairs have 10+ pages of options to select from in their order form. When you're buying a new custom chair, you pick every option to make sure it's perfect for you. When your goal to buying a used chair is to just get one that's better for you than a Drive Super Sport one-size-fits-hopefully-you chair, the secret to buying on ebay is to find out what features you absolutely need, and then to check the other elements of the chair and see if they will work for you.

Quick note, at the time that I was buying my wheelchair, I actually already owned a wheelchair, and had decided it wasn't going to work for me to use full-time. This is an Invacare Tracer and it was, according to the tag, stolen from a wheelchair rental place in 2010, and according to my mom, stolen from my neighbor's to-be-burned pile in 2019. So if we don't count alleged crime as a cost, this wheelchair was free. This is a great example of a chair that's set up to be one-size-fits-no-one-perfectly.

This wheelchair would be better than nothing, but it's heavy, the wheels are really far back, and it doesn't really fit in my car. The tires have no tread and are pretty worn, so they don't do great for outdoor offroading. All detachable parts of this (armrests, foot rests) had been lost a decade ago, and they're not cheap to replace. I already knew what kind of budget I was willing to spend, and I felt that just using this as my main mode of movement wasn't going to be worth the saving of the $500.

I do still use this wheelchair a LOT in my house, because it's a pain to get my real wheelchair out of my car and into my house (because stairs), but I wouldn't feel confident taking it out on the town unless I have someone to push me.

So the secret to buying a wheelchair on ebay is a three step process:

Determine how much money you're able to spend. The best wheelchair in the world isn't going to do you any good if you can't actually get it.

Determine what main features you want in a chair, and look for those.

When you find a chair that has those features at that price, check to see if everything else in the chair works for you.

(Secret step 4: be lucky enough to have someone listing the chair you need).

So I picked this chair (Which is a Quickie 2 Lite) mostly because the Medwarm wheelchair had been a bit too wide for me. This chair was narrower and had a lot of the traits of the Medwarm chair that I'd liked. It folded, had 24" wheels with tread, had feet plates that didn't stick way out in front. I didn't actually know how any of that felt until I had it, because I didn't have experience with multiple wheelchairs. My inexperience gave me a superpower, which was that I didn't need to get so critical of certain traits, because I had no idea what any of that meant.

Shipped and with tax, this was $400. At the time, I just went, "hey, this is like the wheelchair that I want, but without the negative trait of being as wide, and it's $100 less."

The main this about this chair that I learned that I love is that the center of gravity is farther forward than on the Medwarm chair (I believe it's set to +1"). This gave me a lot more power pushing myself. When I was using the Medwarm chair, it wasn't uncommon for me to ask friends to push me long distances. I very rarely needed that in the Quickie2.

But I did have to replace it.

Short version of a long story was that when I went to being a most-time wheelchair user, the seat of my chair got smaller relative to my body. I'd picked a narrower chair because it was easier to navigate the world, but I'd actually picked a chair that was becoming too small for me to fit my Kitten Holding Legs into. I looked into getting a new chair.

So let's talk about the wheelchair that I bought and couldn't use. We learn from our wins and our misses.

This is a 19" Catalyst 5. There's a few problems with this one for me, but they all sum up to (for me personally) that it had more negative (to me) traits than the Medwarm one, but also was more expensive. I'd picked this one because it looked like it'd be more like my Quickie2 than like the Medwarm, but it just wasn't good for me.

My Quickie2's narrow, so I could put my feet right next to each other. This was the most comfortable way for me to sit. The way that KI measures a Catalyst frame and the way Quickie measures a Quickie 2 frame are different. My 15" frame Quickie 2 had a 14" wide seat, and this 19" Catalyst 5 had a 22" wide frame. The first time that I unfolded it, I knew that it was just too big for me to use comfortably. In addition, I didn't like the solid low-profile tires. I didn't like how far away the wheels were. It also had a really nice quality back, but the back had to be removed to fold the chair, so it was another step to take in and out of my car. It was also about 2" shorter at the seat than my old chair, and I already deal with being too short for my store's counters, so I didn't like losing that height.

So this was a case where I looked for traits that I thought I wanted: folding, wider seat. Then, instead of checking to see if the rest of the traits of the chair were things that I wanted, I just assumed it'd be okay. Personally, it just wasn't the chair for me.

I ended up learning that selling a used wheelchair on ebay is actually pretty easy as well, so the money I lost on this purchase summed up to the cost of a roll of bubble wrap to pack it up to send it to someone who would benefit from it.

When I was looking for my next wheelchair, I had changed what I wanted out of a chair. I knew that I wanted tires with actual tread on them, instead of solid poly smooth tires. I knew that I wanted a wider seat, but not too wide. If it didn't come with a little bit of camber on the wheels (that's where they slant towards the top of the chair), I wanted to be able to add it. I also wanted it to be a minimum of 17" high seat. But the biggest change was that I'd decided that I didn't really need it to be folding.

I drive a hatchback with back seats that can fold down, and I pretty much never have passengers. I decided fuck it, if I'm not driving people, I don't need to keep the seats up, so I could get a non-folding chair and just shove the whole thing in the back without breaking down. Without breaking down the chair. I could still break down. Life is tough sometimes.

So this is a Quickie GT, which is an old, discontinued model. According to the serial number lookup, it was made in 2009. The good news is that it immediately passed the Cat Test.

When I was looking at this chair, I saw that it was designed for people who push themselves, and would probably be less good for someone who needed other people to push them. This wasn't an issue for me, because I hate being pushed.

(same chair plus two cans of spray paint)

This chair was over the $500 budget (it was $670 with shipping and tax), but this time I'd done enough research to be confident that it'd be a lot better for me than the Medwarm chair. I stuck with Quickie as a brand because I felt like I better understood how they size their seats. The serial number lookup said that this chair was 17" wide, so I was ready to get a 16" seat, and that's what I got. It's got pneumatic tires, which don't just have tread but also roll along the ground like bicycle tires. I love this chair. Instead of two separate foot rests, there's just the one, so I'm a lot more comfortable with how I sit.

It does have the downside of this is the smallest it gets without taking off the wheels. The wheels come off easily and so it's not a big problem, but it's more steps to get it into the car if I don't want to fold back my seats. Also, the front plate doesn't flip up or go away, so if I want to propel myself with my foot I'm a lot more limited.

Once I don't need this anymore, I'm also going to need to either sell it or figure out where to store it. I can keep a folding wheelchair in the back of my closet in case I need it again, but this one will be taking up some space.

For all of the chairs that I got, I was really only searching ebay for a couple of days before the right one at the right price showed up. This is somewhat slanted based on what I need, because certain things do show up more often than others, and at different prices. Wider chairs tend to have less selection and be more expensive, while 12-14" wide chairs are really plentiful.

Let's get together and look at some ebay chairs. We're going to search "wheelchair" and set condition to "used". If you plop the sort system into "price+shipping: lowest first" and then start scrolling until you get past all the wheelchair parts and all the "free local pickup: <location that is in another country>" and into the actual wheelchairs that can ship, you can start checking out the market.

I immediately eliminate anything that doesn't have all the parts, that is too expensive, that is only available for pickup, that doesn't have foot rests, or a few other things. The first one that I saw that I didn't elminate was this.

The most important thing from this listing is where they post the serial number.

And that's because KI, Sunrise, and Permobil all keep databases of all the serial numbers of all the chairs they have sold.

You can now go onto a site that sells that chair and look up what all those things mean. Spinlife sells the Catalyst 5Vx, and if you click "help me choose" on an item listing, it'll usually give you pictures of the different options. For me personally, the draw of this one would be that it's a really good price, and it's roughly set up the same as my default Medwarm chair. I don't like the tires but I do like the side guards and arm rest combo.

This was on a listing for a chair where the serial number wouldn't pull up. I wouldn't consider this one since I can't tell the width or depth when the seller won't list it and Sunrise doesn't have it. I'm just dropping this screenshot because "SELLER NOTE TO SELF" and "BUTT PAD NOT INCLUDED" both made me laugh.

As a quick final note, this is not going to be cheaper than getting a really basic wheelchair off Amazon. However, as someone who has used really basic wheelchairs, getting something upgraded has a whole lot of value. One of the reasons why I really like lolita fashion is that we treasure used things that still have use, and so it's also got some value to me to see if I can get something used that still has use. In my experience, things got better when I tried to get something used. If you do want a really basic chair, it might still be worth it to check if they're available for nearby pickup. Plopping my location into "free local pickup within 30 miles" offers me a basic Drive chair for $20. It's reusing something instead of having to throw it away, and it's also $20. Can't argue with $20.

Anyway, that's half diary entry and half possible advice.

[mamaestapa]

I love that idea!! What about one where you go on vacation with Joe and his family?

“Blurb night! What about one where joe takes you in vacay with his”

“Yay prompt night!! Could you do one where Joe and you go on vacay?!”

The Best Vacation Yet|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: You and Joe go on a beach vacation with his parents (i got a few asks for a vacation blurb, so i just combined them if that’s okay🤍)

•warnings: none, just fluff :)

"Joe!" his mom called from the top of the stairs outside of the beach rental, "can you grab these chairs please?” Joe unwrapped his arms from your waist and jogged down the stairs to help his mom load the beach chairs into the car.

The two of you were currently on vacation with Robin and Jimmy—Joes mom and dad. They invited you and Joe to join them on their vacation to Florida. Robin rented out a cute beach house not far from Clearwater Beach. It wasn’t too big of a place, but it was big enough for the four of you and perfect for a week long stay. You and Joe don’t go on vacation often, the only vacation you really go on during the off-season is to California when Joe works with his trainers. So it was nice to get away from Cincinnati and spend some time with his parents for a while.

You were helping Jimmy pack up the cooler in the kitchen while Joe and Robin packed up the beach chairs and umbrella into the rental SUV. As you grabbed water bottles from the fridge you felt a hand rest on your shoulder, causing you to jump. You turned around, smiling as you saw your boyfriend behind you. “Hi Joey.”

“Hey baby,” he greeted with a smile, “you ready to go?” You shut the fridge door and put the waters into the cooler next to you. “Yep,” you said with a smile, “let me get my sandals then we can head out.” Joe nodded and moved to the side so you could step out of the kitchen and put your shoes on. As you slid on your sandals with ease, you couldn’t help but laugh in amusement as you watched Joe slide his socks on over his feet. Joe glanced up at you, rolling his eyes. “Quit.”

“You look so silly, Joe. Who wears socks and tennis shoes to the beach?”

Robin walked out of the bathroom and shook her head, “My son.” The three of you just laughed.

Jimmy wheeled the cooler out of the kitchen as you, Joe, and Robin stood around and waited for Jimmy to grab his hat and slide his shoes on. Once everyone was ready, the four of you left and the house and went down to car to drive to the beach. You and Joe sat in the backseat, holding hands all the way to the beach, just like his parents did in the front. The ride to the beach was short, less than five minutes. Once you arrived at the beach, the four of you got out of the SUV and each grabbed something out of the back to carry. You took your sandals off and walked through the sand, enjoying the feeling of the warm sand beneath your feet. Joe glanced down at your feet and cringed as he watched the golden sand cover your manicured toes. You chuckled, looking at your boyfriend as you said, “I’m sorry Mr. ‘socks on the beach’, I actually enjoy the sand.” Joe just shook his head at your teasing as you continued to walk through the beach. Once you got closer to the water, the four of you set your things down and started to set up for your beach day. You helped Robin set out the chairs as Jimmy and Joe put up the beach umbrella. As you were helping Robin set up the chairs, the two of you engaged in conversation about Joe.

“I can’t believe he wears socks to the beach.” Robin laughed, shaking her head in disbelief as she looked at Joe’s socked covered feet. You nodded in agreement, laughing as you said, “I know, I tease him about it all the time.”

You looked over at Joe, your eyes full of love as you said in a genuine tone, “He’s lucky I love him so much.” Robin stood up straight, a genuine smile on her face as she said, “He loves you too, Y/n. You two are perfect for each other.”

Robin was so sweet, so was Jimmy. You always loved Joe’s parents.

“Thank you Robin, he makes me really happy.”

Robin smiled, “You make him happy too sweetie. He’s the happiest I’ve ever seen him whenever he’s with you.”

Your heart swelled, filling with a whole lot of love as you listened to her words. It was true, you made Joe the happiest he’s been in a long time.

After you finished setting up, you and Joe played catch with the football he brought. The two of you played for about an hour, you and Joe erupting into bouts of laughter every time you couldn’t throw the ball well or he couldn’t catch a pass. He tried giving you pointers and helped you with your form, but it never worked as his lessons always ended in the two of you laughing. After your fun game of catch, you and Joe took a lunch break, enjoying sandwiches and chips with Joe’s parents. The four of you spent the rest of the afternoon laying out on the sand and soaking up the warm Florida suns rays. It was a relaxing day that you, and Joe especially, needed.

As the evening creeped up, you and Joe decided to take a walk along the beach. You were able to convince Joe to finally take his socks off, but you couldn’t get him to walk in the water with you. But that was fine with you because you were just happy to see him have his socks off. You and Joe held hands as you walked along the beach. No words were shared between the two of you as you enjoyed the peaceful walk with the beautiful water and sunset in the distance. Joe’s parents were walking behind the two of you, wide grins on their faces as they watched you and their son walk along the beach.

“Aren’t they so sweet?” Robin asked, glancing up at her husband. Jimmy nodded, a smile on his face as he said, “They remind me of us about twenty years ago.” Robin chuckled, agreeing with her husband. She squeezed his hand as she said, “Did he show you the ring?”

“He did. She’s going to love it.”

“She is.” Robin nodded, tears welling up in her eyes as she noticed you and Joe had finally stopped walking. The moment She, Jimmy, and especially Joe, have been waiting for has finally arrived. You were about to finally become a member of the Burrow family.

For as long as you’ve been dating Joe, this was by far the best vacation you’ve taken together.

hey loves!!

i had gotten a few requests for a vacation with joe, so i just combined them to make this one. i did get a bit carried away with this one lol. also i’m sorry for the rushed ending, i wasn’t sure how to end it so i just left it like that

i hope you’re all enjoying blurb night so far! more coming soon🤍

[weirdmorefics]

Unmasked Chpt 1- The Call

Word Count- 1,461

Morning came slowly I stayed up most of the night with nightmares. The nightmares are usually worse this time of year, I think it is my mind's way of reminding me of the anniversary of the first Ghostface murders. My brain is wrong though I need no reminder. The only thing keeping me at all sane during the night is the fact that Spencer is not lecturing today and I will get to see him in the morning at work.

I walk into the BAU with a box of donuts for the team since we are all stuck doing boring paperwork today.

"Morning kid, you look like shit. Long night?" Rossi says full of humor.

I roll my eyes and open the box of donuts, "Hey, don't bite the hand that feeds you."

Rossi puts his hands up in surrender then grabs a donut, "Thanks, kid."

As he walks away I shout "Could you stop calling me kid too because that would be great!"

I set the donuts down in the breakroom and picked out one of Spencer's favorites to set on his desk.

I approach Spencer's desk and set the napkin-wrapped donut down on his desk. "Morning Reid,"

"Thank you, Y/n morning to you too. Did you know Americans consume ten billion donuts every year?"

I smile "Well let's make that ten billion and one." My phone cuts off the conversation and I see my sister's contact photo, "Excuse me I have to take this..." I hope he didn't notice my face shift to an anxious one.

Sidney never calls only texts and she still barely does that. She thinks I am an idiot for chasing after the crazy people who kill when enough killers already come after us.

"Do not come to Woodsboro," Sidney states in a serious tone as soon as I pick up my cell.

"Wow, what a lovely way to begin a call! No, hey sis how are you?" I bite back sarcastically.

"Did you hear me Y/n? Do not come to Woodsboro!" She repeats.

" I wasn't planning on going to that hell town anytime soon. What's going on with you? Shouldn't you be busy with your book tour or something?" I respond trying not to sound concerned.

"He's back Y/n," she whines out.

I swallow deeply and walk away from the desks and towards Penelope's office she is never here this early anyway. "This isn't funny Sidney."

"I am in Woodsboro and my rental car has a murder weapon in it and ripped-up pictures of my face and yours. Oh and did I forget to mention two kids were murdered in the same exact way as the original ones... so yeah I'd say he's back." She responds quickly in an angry panic.

I slam open Penelope's door and proceed to vomit my guts out in her trash can. I hear the wheels of her chair squeak as Penelope looks at me with concern as I dry heave in her trashcan. I definitely should have checked if anyone was in here first.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Penelope asks softly.

"Sidney, I got to let you go," I breathe out and hang up on her.

I wipe the sweat off my forehead. Why does no one ever mention how exhausting dry heaving is?

"I'm fine Garcia," I try to sound detached. I can't be here. One thing that makes the Ghostface all the same is they want to kill the Prescotts and everyone they love.

"You really don't look fine," she says full of concern.

I try to exit without a word but Penelope is quick to follow to make sure I am okay. It must be an odd scene as Penelope chases me and I speed walk away. Especially since we are always attached at the hip.

I ignore everyone's gaze and walk into Prentiss's office without a word.

Prentiss was doing paperwork of her own and did not even look up, " I need a leave of absence as soon as possible... preferably today"

That statement made her head quickly whip away from her mess of papers, "This is awfully unlike you Y/n... has something happened."

The stress of the anniversary, Ghostface, and the worry of losing Spencer Reid after we just got him back from prison seem to boil all over at once. "I JUST NEED A LEAVE OF ABSENCE IS THAT SO HARD TO DO EMILY!" I shout so loud and instantly regret as I see all my team members' eyes on me from Emily's office window.

"I am sorry Prentiss," I put my hand to my forehead fighting back the anger and fear-induced tears. I have seen so many murders I should be used to it at this point but Ghostface will always be different he always comes back as someone new.

Emily stands up shutting the blinds to her office to halt the onlookers. "L/N you need to tell me what this is about, right now! I have never once seen you act like this."

I pace back and forth the last name I made up did nothing to protect me I will always be a Prescott. I just need to get out of here before they find that out. I take a deep breath, "I am really sorry I can't, I just can't tell you. It will just get you hurt. It will get the whole team hurt and I can't do that! Spencer just got back, Scratch is gone, and the team is almost back to normal I will not ruin it. I am going to leave either way I just needed you to know."

I turn to leave but Emily grabs my arm, "Agent, if you are in danger I need to know. One more thing you also seem to be forgetting is this team won't be normal without you."

A knock follows her statement, "Is everything okay? Garcia told me Y/n was sick. Does she need a drive home?" It's Spencer's voice I can tell immediately. The question makes this even harder. Why must he be so kind? Why can't I stand to leave him?"

Emily's gaze meets mine, "I recognize that look."

"Prentiss I don't have time for your profile," I whisper shout to prevent Spencer from hearing me.

"I know all too well what it's like to be undercover Y/n," Emily states compassionately.

"I have no idea what you mean?"

"Your file is suspiciously blank and sealed of all past background and Strauss assured me it's for the better. It is similar to what my file used to look like." Emily unfortunately continues to profile me.

I feel trapped I can't go to the door Spencer is there and there is no escaping Emily's questions.

Spencer proceeds to knock again, "Everything alright in there?"

I sigh, "Emily I will tell you everything if you leave the team out of this."

"Y/n you know I can't promise that," she frowns.

I grab her hands tightly, "You have to because I know how to deal with this but every time he comes back someone around me dies!"

"Who comes back Y/n?" Emily's tone changes to a demanding one like the one she uses in the interrogation room.

"Promise me you won't tell the team! Promise me you won't let Reid get involved." Tears prick my eyes I don't care that I am being blatant about my feelings for Reid nothing can happen because I am cursed to repeat the same horrors for the rest of my life.

Emily sighs, "I promise."

"Ghostface is back... and my last name isn't L/N... it's- it's Prescott," I stutter as the words come out like saying them would make this more real than it already is.

"As in the Woodsboro killings?" Emily asks in utter disbelief.

"Unfortunately... and I have to go back there, for my sister," I state. "You can not convince me not to, I can't lose her."

"Y/n we solve cases just like this we can do this as a team," She soothes.

"Tell that to the last agent who tried to help my sister and nearly died," my stress getting the better of me causing me to shout and not notice Spencer opening Prentiss's office door.

I felt the eyes on me once again, I doubt I can talk myself out of this one. The chance of a silent escape gone stuck in a room of profiles who could sense I am on the urge to bolt out the door. Then my phone starts to ring in my pocket, none of the team seems to notice when Emily gives me a knowing look. She clearly knows the Ghostface cases well they all start with a phone call.

Taglist- @bunbunbl0gs

[gracev0609]

Giving & Receiving

A Josh X Danny X Reader story.

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, Polyamorous couple, m/m, f/m, explicit sexual material, possessiveness, angst, pregnancy, breeding, asshole Danny, angelbaby Josh.

You'll laugh, you'll cry, and you'll get horny 😉

This can be read individually, but some things mentioned are referencing previous fics. The timeline is in order on my pinned post if you want to catch up.

Word Count: 7K+

You sat in the middle seat of the back of the rental truck conversing with Danny behind the wheel and Josh in the passenger seat. The three of you were on a trek from the airport to their hometown of Frankenmuth Michigan, travel had made you weary in the pre holiday bustle, but you were excited to meet your boys families. You knew the Kiszka's and the Wagner's were accepting of your relationship and that helped to calm your nerves.

Danny made the final turn off the highway and into the eccentric little Bavarian town of Frankenmuth. You stared in awe out the window as you saw snow covered shops adorned with Christmas lights, fully ready for the season as we were just a few days away from Thanksgiving. 

A series of text messages came up on the screen that is connected to Danny's phone interrupting the playlist you had been listening to.

"Oh, it looks like my sister is demanding that I get dinner with her tonight. She says it's urgent that we catch up." Danny said with a chuckle," Is that okay with you guys?" He asked, peering over his shoulder between you and Josh.

"Of course it's okay babe, go hang out with her. Don't worry about us. Just have a fun time." You said reaching out and touching his shoulder. Nodding your head towards Josh," I'm sure his family will keep us plenty entertained."

Danny let out a curt laugh, knowing all too well that you were correct, before tapping the message reply button on the screen," Sounds great! We're just getting into town now. Be at Mom and Dad's in about 30. "

Danny pulled the truck into a gravel driveway a little ways out of town. White string lights were wrapped around the wooden porch, along with a lit garland hung above the red front door. A light blanket of snow covering the rooftop visible in the dwindling light. Josh's childhood home looked like something out of a Hallmark movie. 

Josh turned around to face you in his seat, " Welcome to the Kiszka household." A goofy grin spread on his face.

Quickly he jumped out of the truck and opened the door for you as Danny went to the bed and started unloading your suitcases. The three of you followed the pathway up to the front door, snow crunching under your shoes. Josh found the correct key on his keychain and unlocked the front door, " Mom! We're here!" He called into the foyer. Josh slid his vans off and disappeared down the hallway leaving you not knowing where to go and Danny with the suitcases. 

You heard a woman's voice call out," All of my boys under one roof again!"

You turned to Danny and gave him a timid smile, your nerves amping up. 

You heard the same voice ask," Where's Danny and Y/N?"

You followed Danny further into the house, holding onto the hem of his sweater.

You found them in the kitchen, a woman with grey hair embraced Danny first, squeezing her arms around him and swaying him back and forth despite being almost half his height. After welcoming Daniel she turned to you," And you must be Y/N. I'm Karen, it's so nice to finally meet you. I'm so happy that you make my baby happy." She turns her head towards Danny," I'm happy that you both do."

Danny told her that he was just dropping off his things and that he'll be back later this evening, he gave you and Josh a quick kiss goodbye before making his way back through the house.

Jake and Sam make their way down the steps as Karen puts a hot mug of coffee in front of you and Josh. Jake dramatically flops down on the kitchen chair next to Josh, obviously comfortable in his mother's home. 

"Just so you know, I've already claimed our room so you guys can stay on the pull out couch in the basement." 

Sam chimes in," Yeah, keep you far away from the rest of us so we don't have to hear-"

" Samuel, for the love of God, and your mother's sanity, don't finish that sentence." Karen interrupts while adding cream to her cup of coffee.

" Okay! Okay. But Joshisloud!" Sam rushed out, eager to embarrass his older brother.

"Jesus Christ Sam!" Josh exclaims cheeks reddening.

Karen takes a sip of her coffee," That's definitely something I didn't need to know."

Josh gets up from the kitchen table," On that note, I'm going to take our suitcases downstairs."

You stand to join him, grabbing your bags and following him to the doorway near the steps. He opens the basement door and clicks on the light as you follow him down the carpeted stairs. Thankfully the basement is finished and warm. You look around the room noting the posters of musicians, bands, and Greta Van Fleet. There are a few instruments in stands in one corner and amplifiers in the other. Across from a big thick flat screen TV, clearly the latest technology from the 2000s, sat a large comfortable looking sofa. Josh set the suitcases down near the amps and went over to the couch easily and successfully flipping it out into a pull out bed. He must have done it thousands of times over the years. Your eyes followed him over to a closet you hadn't yet noticed and he pulled out pillows and blankets and a large comforter. He plopped the linens onto the bed and you grabbed the sheets helping him make up the bed. 

"You know sweetie, I'm not the only one who has a set of lungs," Josh said, fluffing the pillow in his hands," you're not so good at being quiet either."

He set the pillow down grabbing the next one to fluff. " You're probably going to need to bite down on something, aren't you baby?"

A blush crept onto your face," Oh? So you think we're having sex in your parents house? What makes you so sure?"

Josh comes around to your side of the bed and wraps his arms around your waist, his hands sliding down to grip your ass," We'll, for one I find you absolutely irresistible." He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his plush lips leaving wet kisses making your heart beat faster and a pulse form in between your legs. 

A choked moan slips out between your lips," And for two?"

He drags his tongue across the sensitive skin right below your ear lobe. 

He rasps in your ear," I can't think of another reason right now baby. Please just let me have you. I haven't had you to myself in so long. Please?"

Nodding your head, your hands find the button on his pants. He lets you fumble for a moment in your haste before he pops the button open for you. Eagerly you slide the zipper down and push the fabric down his hips revealing his already hard cock. He quickly steps out of his clothes and grabs at the spandex fabric of your leggings at your hips, fluidly pulling them from your body. Keeping your tops on to accentuate the haste of your quickie. 

"Gonna have to be quick baby, lay down on the edge of the bed, on your back. I need to taste you." He tells you, guiding you back onto the springy mattress. It creaks under your weight, and your eyes widen knowing that even if the both of you keep quiet, the mattress will surely give you away. 

Josh drops to his knees and pushes your legs wide, spreading you out for him to feast upon. 

You watch his eyes darken as they study your dripping core. 

"All for me lover?" A smirk adorns his mouth. Knowing his words have a double meaning tonight.

"Yeah Joshy, all for you- oh!" You suck in a breath as his warm tongue laps through your folds. You lean back further down onto your elbows and you groan. Josh disconnects from your heat and sits up. His hair is a little wild, and his eyes glassy. He simply raises a single finger in front of his mouth that's glistening from your arousal in the low light as if to shush you. You mutter a soft sorry and he dives back down in between your legs. Taking a grounding deep breath as you lay the rest of the way back onto the mattress and he continues to devour you. The knot in your stomach is quickly getting ready to snap, Josh continues to moan into your heat sending vibrations through your clit. In your haze you notice his arm moving and you realize that he can't help but touch himself as his face is buried in your pussy. You knot your fingers in his curls and yank his head up, and he lets out a pitchy whine," Josh, please, just fuck me already. I need it."

" Okay. Yeah, uh. Here stand up and lean down onto the bed to brace yourself. Hopefully it won't squeak too much." He says as you stand in front of him, he pushes you roughly in between the shoulder blades down towards the mattress. Josh grips his painfully hard cock in his hand and runs the velvety head through your wetness. Simultaneously you both groan at the feeling. After a bit of teasing he finds your entrance and slowly eases in, inch by inch letting you feel all of him. 

A sigh erupts from his chest.

" Pussy's so tight." Josh mutters through gritted teeth.

His hips find a pace just brutal enough to make you squirm, and the knot in your stomach tightens.

"Josh, I'm close." You pant. 

He runs the palm of his hand down your spine," I know baby, I can feel it. Let it go, I've got you. I promise I've got you."

"Josh!" You cry into the pillow at your face.

"Cum Y/N."

Your eyes roll back into your skull as the waves of pleasure crash upon your body. 

" There you go baby, such a good girl. So beautiful. So perfect." He whispers, continuing to fuck you through it. 

As you recover from your orgasm Josh begins to chase his own, his hands find purchase on your hips. His dull nails digging into the sensitive flesh. 

" Your pussys so perfect Y/N. Fuck, let me make it mine baby." He weaves his hand into your hair and pulls you up against his chest. He growls into your ear," Who's pussy is it baby?"

" Yours"

"That's right. Mine. Take it baby, let me fill you up. Fuck, fuck here you go."

You wail loudly and his hand flies to your mouth, successfully shutting you up. You bite down on the fleshy part of his hand in between his thumb and pointer finger, screaming into his palm. 

His hips stutter and you feel his warmth coat your insides. You stand there for a moment enjoying the sensation.

Exhausted you flop onto the mattress in front of you. Your legs turned to jelly. 

Catching his breath he leans down and grabs his underwear out of his pants and runs the soft fabric between your legs cleaning up the mess he made there. 

" I'm going to be honest, I'm not really sure how quiet we were." He chuckles heading over to his suitcase to grab out clothes to change into after a shower. 

"Come on baby, let's gather your things so we can shower and then relax." Josh says kissing your hair. 

You muster enough energy to slowly wander to your suitcase and open it up reaching for your sweats. You also open up your toiletry bag to grab your shampoo and body wash. That's when you notice something. A handful of tampons sit inside next to your travel size deodorant. You should be nearing the end of your period, and you haven't even started it yet. 

"Josh" you whisper.

"Yeah?" He asks rifling through his own toiletry bag hands full of hair products.

"I'm late. My period. It's late." 

Your hands start to shake as your mind runs a mile a minute.

Josh drops the things in his hands back into his suitcase and pulls you into his lap," Hey, hey. It's okay. You're okay. We're okay. There could be many reasons why it's late." His hand runs soothing circles over your back. 

Tears threaten to spill over," But what if I am pregnant. Then what? I've been fucking two different men for months."

He holds you a bit tighter," Then you are. I've got you Y/N. I love you so much, and whatever you decide, if you need to decide anything, I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere okay?"

In a quiet voice you weren't sure he could even hear," but what if it isn't yours."

He takes a deep breath that sways you in his lap," Then it's my lovers. I think either outcome is a beautiful thing. I could biologically be a father, or I could be a father figure to the baby made by a person I have loved for most of my life. If you're even pregnant of course. Either way sweetie, you're stuck with me."

The tears that were threatening to spill finally run down your cheeks. A bit of relief floods your chest," Joshua, I love you so much."

He presses his lips to yours in a needy emotion filled kiss. He leans his forehead against yours," Let's go upstairs and get cleaned up."

You both quietly gather your things and make your way upstairs up both flights of stairs to the Kiszka kids childhood bathroom. You set your things on the countertop as Josh turns the shower on. He abruptly squats down and rummages through the cabinet underneath the sink, way in the back.

He leans back out with a rectangular pink box in his hand, he inspects the package for the expiration date and finds it still good.

"Here. I thought I might find one in here." He hands you the target brand pregnancy test. You look at him with confusion on your face. "Lilly had a scare sometime last year when we were visiting. She asked me to take her to Target so she could get a test and not alarm Jake, and I remembered she bought a ton of them to be sure."

You read the print on the package, the words early detection jumping out at you. 

" I should just take it shouldn't I."

Josh offers you a soft smile in response, letting you make the decision. 

You sigh and start opening the package, careful not to rip the instructions on the box.

"Do you want me to stay in here with you?" He asks from his spot on the floor. You nod, reading the instructions and uncapping the test, mentally preparing yourself to pee on a stick. 

After doing the deed so to speak you set the test down on the countertop and finish stripping your clothes getting ready to get into the shower knowing that the last thing you can do is sit and just wait for the results. Wordlessly Josh follows you into the hot stream of water. He grabs your body wash and squeezes some into his hand, lathering your body. He runs his hands down your arms and across your chest cupping your breasts, before sliding his soapy hands down your stomach. With his front pressed against your back, his hands caress your stomach.

Softly he murmurs," You know you'd look stunning pregnant. A goddess really. I'd worship you."

You bring your hand to intertwine your fingers with his, still pressed against your stomach.

He finishes washing your bodies and he turns the water off before wrapping you in a towel. 

"Are you ready to find out?" He walks over to where you put the test on the counter.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

You lean into his side as he flips the test over so you both can see the results at the same time.

Pregnant.

You realize that this is a happy thing. You are in the most healthy relationship you've ever been in with two amazing men who love so fiercely. 

" I can't wait to tell Danny."

Visions of Danny circling you in his arms and kissing both you and Josh, with joy radiating off of him fill your head. 

Josh wraps you up in his arms kissing you with so much passion and love it steals your breath away.

"Fuck, I'm so happy Y/N. So happy."

"A baby." You breathe.

"A baby."

You can't help the smile on your face as you grab your sweats and put them on, Josh eyeing you carefully as he gets dressed himself. He lowers himself to his knees in front of you for the second time tonight. This time for a very different reason, he pushes up the oversized sweatshirt you have on to expose your stomach before laying light kisses on your skin. He murmurs, I'm your Daddy in between kisses and you feel your heart swell. You slide your fingers against his scalp scratching softly as he continues talking to your stomach. 

After a moment your empty stomach growls interrupting him, he turns his attention to your face," Let's get you two something to eat, huh?" He asks, rising to his feet again before turning towards the door.

"Babe? Can we tell Danny first before the rest of your family? He deserves to know next. "

" My thoughts exactly."

You pack your stuff, including the test and the packaging, back into your toiletry bag and take it with you back downstairs. Once you descend the stairs and wind your way into the living room you spot Jake snuggled on the couch watching a movie by himself. He lifts his arm up, out from under the blanket and wiggles around the weed cart he has in his hand," Welcome to the party."

Josh grabs it from his hand and sits down next to him taking a long pull from the vape. He pulls you down onto his lap, his hands circling your waist and resting on your lower stomach as you get comfortable nestling in halfway on his legs and halfway on the couch in between the two men. He slowly exhales the pale grey smoke waving it away from your face to no avail. 

"Sorry! Sorry!" He apologized in between coughs. 

"Blow it upwards you dick! Smokin her out" Jake laughs, plucking the pen from his brother's hand before taking another hit, " Do you want?" He asks extending it to you. 

"Oh no, I'm okay right now. Thank you."

"Okay, just grab it if you want it." Jake says, making Josh snort and laugh.

"You fucker, I didn't mean it like that!" Jake giggling in between his words. 

You roll your eyes getting up off of Josh's lap," I'm going to go raid your kitchen."

"Ah! Mom plated up leftovers for you guys, she said it's on the middle shelf in the fridge." Jake tells you as you wander into the kitchen. 

After taking the first plate of food out of the microwave you begin to heat up the second one, when you hear bare feet pad into the kitchen. You turn your head to find Jake wrapped in his blanket from the couch heading towards the pantry.

"I'm fuckin starving," he says in an awful British accent reaching for the tub of cheese balls.

You laugh as he struggles to pour them into a bowl without spilling them on the counter," How high are you?"

He looks up a you with a grin and droopy eyes," I'm pretty fuckin high babe"

You then hear the front door open and the shuffling of a coat and shoes being discarded. Danny comes traipsing into the kitchen " Hi baby! Hi Jakey!" He says with a slur coming over to envelope both of you into a hug and you can smell the alcohol on his breath. You can't help the feeling of disappointment as you realize that he isn't sober enough to hear the news you can't wait to tell him. 

"Did you have a good time with your sister?" You ask him muffled by the fabric of his sweater. 

He releases both of you from his hug," We had such a great time! I told her all about you and Josh of course, but she knows him already. She needed to see me because she wanted to tell me first, she got engaged last night!" Danny has a proud smile on his face, happy for his sister.

"Oh that's amazing! I'm excited to meet her." You tell him genuinely.

Danny occupies himself with getting a glass of water. You make your way back to Josh on the couch, you softly say," He's too drunk to tell him tonight." 

"It's okay love, we can tell him tomorrow."

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You stir awake, back aching from the shitty mattress, you go to sit up but you realize you are pinned there by Josh. His arm is draped over your body with his hand splayed over your stomach, his subconscious protecting you and the little clump of cells from the outside world. Slowly you pry his arm off of your body causing him to rise from his slumber. You take the opportunity to sit up in bed as he groggily utters a " Good morning baby." 

Danny wakes too, greeting you with," Good morning loves." As he leans down to kiss your lips before reaching over your lap to brush his lips with Josh's. 

" Did you have a nice time last night?" Danny asks alert and ready to go without a drop of caffeine in his system. 

You grasp his large hand in your own before opening your mouth ready to start telling him the news, when you hear the basement door open.

"Knock knock! Are you guys decent?" Karen asks slowly descending down the steps.

The three of you reply yes in unison. 

She peeks her head around the banister and tells you that we need to get ready because breakfast is almost done. Once she goes back upstairs you all put on comfy clothes ready to eat some homemade cooking. Danny reaches his hand out to open the door when you speak up," Danny, I have a surprise for you after we're done with breakfast. Maybe we can all head out to the porch?"

He throws a crooked smile your way," Ooh a surprise? Sure babe. Can't wait."

The three of you work your way into the kitchen and you're incredibly impressed with the spread of food on the table that Josh's mom has prepared. There's pancakes and eggs, sausage links and fresh cut fruit. It looks like something out of a movie. 

" Karen, I can't believe you made all of this for us. Especially since you're cooking Thanksgiving dinner tonight too. Thank you so much." You tell her genuinely, taking a seat down at the kitchen table. 

"Oh it was no problem, I made Jake help so I didn't do all of it myself." She said with a wink.

" Well, seriously, thank you."

Nerves invaded your stomach as you picked at the food on your plate. You were thrumming with excitement as you continued to picture the little family you had unexpectedly made. How there would be so much love in your house, how happy Josh's parents would be, and you were sure Danny's would be ecstatic as well to have a grandchild. 

Once you saw that they had stopped munching you decided to gather the plates and put them in the sink as Josh's father Kelly told you that guests don't wash dishes. 

You placed your hands on Danny's shoulders and leaned your face down next to his ear," Are you ready for the surprise?"

"Yeah! Let's go." Danny led the way to the porch grabbing your jackets on the way out. 

Zipping up his coat he asks," Josh, do you know what it is?"

" I do." He said pulling the sleeves down over his fingertips. 

You motioned for him to sit on the wicker chair, Danny clasped his hands in front of his body and smiled up at you eagerly. 

You let out a shaky breath, wringing your fingers together trying to settle your shaking hands,"Okay, Danny. Baby. While you were out last night with your sister I uh." Your voice faltered and you looked down at your hands," I discovered that I'm pregnant." 

You looked up from your palms and at Daniel's face. You were met with furrowed brows instead of the warmth and joy you were expecting.

"What?" He rises from the chair," What do you mean you're pregnant? Is this a joke?"

' I - It's not a joke Danny. I have the positive test in my suitcase if you need to see it."

" How did you let this happen? This is your fault. What the fuck!" Danny spits. 

"I-" the trembling in your hands increases tenfold.

Josh quickly comes to stand between you and Daniel," Excuse me?! Her fault? Are you fucking kidding me? You can't be serious Daniel. We haven't been careful and you know it."

" Of course it's her fault, she's the one taking the birth control pills. She probably missed one or something!" 

Josh clenches his jaw hard," No, no. You're not getting out of taking responsibility for this. You accepted the risks and consequences as soon as you stuck your dick in her! Jesus Christ,I can't believe we're having this discussion. We thought you would be as happy as I was Daniel!"  Josh's voice is rising in volume.

Danny tangles his fingers in his hair, pushing back from his face, he lets out a breath of air from his lungs," I can't do this right now, I've gotta go." And he quickly descends down the porch steps.

Josh calls after him, following him into the yard," Danny! Danny just wait. Daniel, hold on!"

You hear the front door open and Jake asks," What's happening? I heard Josh yelling."

You turn to look at him with tears threatening to spill over at any second.

Jake quickly pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms tightly around you," Babe, what happened? Talk to me."

You hear the rental truck start and peel out of the driveway, the sound telling you that Danny is in fact leaving.

The tears start flowing as you hiccup your words into Jake's chest," I - I found out that I- I'm pregnant. Josh is so happy, and- and Danny, well he reacted like that."

"Oh honey." He gently rubs your back.

Jake's genuine niceness and care for his twins partner makes you cry harder.

You hear Josh's footsteps creak up the wooden porch steps," I really thought he would have been happy." You can hear the hurt in his voice.

You try to calm down the best you can and you look Jake in the eyes, hoping he has an answer, " How do I know he's going to come back?"

" You don't, but we can hope he does."

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You spend the rest of the afternoon sandwiched on the couch in between the twins watching holiday movies. Karen wouldn't let you help her prepare the meal, so you laid around with them. Both boys kept your mug full of hot tea, Josh was careful to only give you the ones that were caffeine free as he read online that too much caffeine isn't good while pregnant. 

You snaked your hand into Josh's and squeezed it," I love you."

"I love you too, you know I am still really excited right?"

"I do."

Jake places his hand on your knee and gives a gentle squeeze in reassurance. 

Josh's mom comes over to the couch, her apron covered in various ingredients from slaving away over the meal she was making for her family.

" Honey, when's Daniel coming back? Dinner will be ready in an hour, we decided to do Thanksgiving dinner today so he could come here and you guys could go to Lori's tomorrow for their dinner. Us moms had it all planned out."

You clench your jaw at the mention of his name, not ready to spill your tears and your drama over the holiday cheer.

"Um I'm not-" the doorbell rings interrupting Josh's reply.

"Hold on baby." She extends her pointer finger out signaling him to wait while she checks the front door.

You hear the door open up and his mom greets whoever was there, and then you hear his voice," Sorry I was gone so long, I couldn't find this anywhere!"

Danny was back.

"Oh a pumpkin pie, perfect! Thank you sweetie." 

Danny wanders over to where you are sitting on the couch," Hey. Um. Can we go talk downstairs?" His eyes pleading with you both.

Wordlessly you get up from the couch, knocking into his shoulder with yours as you make your way down to the basement. As soon as his feet hit the landing apologies are spewing from his mouth.

" I'm so, so, fucking sorry. I totally freaked out. I'm embarrassed with how I reacted, I'm sorry I blamed you. You're not to blame Y/N, it's as much mine and Josh's doing as yours. I understand it wasn't on purpose." He turns to Josh, " I'm sorry I reacted so poorly. I'm sorry I wasn't as excited as you were. I'm sorry that I let you down and hurt your feelings as much as hers."

Tears start streaming down both Josh and your cheeks, " We were so excited Daniel. We were fully prepared to love this unconventional family, and be surrounded by love. And the way you acted comparatively makes me wish I knew it was Josh's baby."

Danny's face screws up in hurt," I can't believe you just said that to me Y/N. That fuckin hurts." He points to the center of his chest. 

"How do you think she felt when you told her you can't do this,and you got in the car and left. I ran after you, begging you to not go, and you did. Jake was basically supporting her whole weight as she cried into his chest while you ran away." Josh says pointedly. 

"I can't take it back. And I feel like shit about it. I feel like scum. But I did think about it, and I came back to you."

You sniffled,"Okay?!"

" I talked about it with my sister, and she pretty much yelled at me the way you guys are. And I deserve it. She made me really sit and think about it, about the future, about our end game, because I love the both of you so much. I think eventually our future would have babies in it, and maybe a dog or something. The three of us and the manifestations of our love. I just didn't realize that maybe the next chapter of our story happens so soon. But I want it. I want you, Y/N …Josh, and the little baby we made." Daniel explains. 

You nodded at him and agreed, the love you have for him is strong,but you can't help feeling the sting from this morning. He tarnished the memory, which should have been happy, something to revisit in your mind. But now it won't be. 

"Are we okay?" Danny asks.

" Yeah, we're okay, right Josh?"

"Yeah"

Danny scoops the both of you in his arms, and covers you with needy kisses. 

" I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have this." He croaks, tears finally falling. 

You give him a soft smile." I think that we should head upstairs, dinner should be just about ready."

You walk back into the kitchen to be met with an even more extravagant spread of food than what was presented earlier. Turkey and every side dish imaginable was laid out on the countertops.

You looked at Josh, mouth agape," Is it like this every year?"

He grins, tooth gap on full display," It is! I'm pretty sure cooking is her love language."

" This is incredible," you call to his mom and thank her yet again.

"Y/N honey, you really don't have to thank me every time! I love to do it. Okay, everyone grab a plate!"

Everyone started heaping food onto their plates, and Jake caught up to you at the roast potatoes. He softly asked," Everything okay?"

"Yeah I think it will be." You replied, scooping a helping onto his plate and yours.

You sat in between your loves at the family table, eating and conversing, having a wonderful time at the Kiszka house. As the evening went on you couldn't help but battle the internal feeling of wanting to build an invisible wall between you and Danny. Your instincts tell you to lean into Josh and his unwavering love, but you know that wouldn't be fair. Danny deserves a chance. 

After dinner and the pie that Daniel brought, everyone retired to the living room, and you were treated to Christmas carols Greta Van Fleet style. You loved seeing them play in such an intimate setting, lounging around in comfy clothes scattered on the floor and surrounding couches. All of them taking turns singing and switching instruments, you really started to feel the holiday magic. You realized your life was being weaved tightly into theirs. You once again let your imagination run wild and you thought about what next Thanksgiving could look like. Josh's parents cooing over their grandson, Uncle Jake and Uncle Sam holding their niece, showing her the Christmas tree lights that were already up. Your heart felt so full. You thought about your son having Danny's sharp jawline, or your daughter having an identical gap in her front teeth, just like Josh. You knew for sure your baby would have either man's deep brown eyes.

After a bit you found your eyes getting heavy.

" Getting sleepy babe?" Danny asked, running his hand down the length of your blanket covered leg.

"Actually I am. Had a long day."

 Him knowing about the emotional rollercoaster you've had," Let's head to bed then huh. Are you coming with us Joshy?"

Josh put the guitar he was messing with back in the case," Yeah I'm pretty beat. Night all."

A chorus of good nites came from the remaining of the Kiszka clan. 

The three of you descended the basement stairs to go to bed for the final time this trip.

You snuggled up under the comforter in the uncomfortable mattress with your arms out making grabby hands at your lovers. Josh slid into bed on your right and Danny on your left. Josh kissed your cheek and almost instinctively slid his hand down to your lower stomach resting it over your womb.

"Can I?" Danny asked, motioning to your stomach.

You smiled and nodded as Josh intertwined their fingers and rested them on your tummy once again. Danny tested his chin against your shoulder and murmured," I'm really so sorry. I want to be a good Dad."

You felt your heart squeeze in your chest at his confession. 

"You will be Danny " Josh said with his head propped up in his hand.

" We have a lot to live up to. Our dads are the best. I mean we wouldn't have gone anywhere without their support. We'd still be playing in shitty bars." 

Josh lets out a chuckle and unlaces his fingers from Danny's, and he runs his fingertips across your skin. Goosebumps form under his touch, he traces his fingers up and underneath your breasts that are hidden underneath your oversized t-shirt. 

" Feels nice."

" I know…. I can't wait to see your breasts heavy and your stomach swollen."

You inhaled shakily.

Danny speaks up, his voice low," He's right babydoll. You're going to look so fuckin sexy." He leans over and traps you under his upper body, his face hovering right above yours," Everyone's going to know that you belong to us."

Josh growls in your ear," Little girl always begging us to fill her up. Cum inside that pretty pussy. So much so that we knocked her up. Such a slut for it."

You let out a pathetic whine, you felt like you were prey under a predator's gaze. 

"Keep talking." You breathed. You could feel your body becoming more and more turned on. Your nipples were hardening and the slick between your legs was becoming noticeable.

Danny pulled your shirt off and flicked your nipple with his tongue," I can't wait to see your tits big and round and leaking milk."

Josh slid his hand between your legs, cupping your heat. Shamelessly you grinded up into his hand searching for friction.

" You know sweetie, I never realized how breedable you are."

Your eyes roll back in your head and your hips buck into his hand. They were scratching an itch in your brain that you didn't even realize needed to be scratched. 

Danny leaned down and nipped at your neck, surely leaving little marks,"Ooh, she liked that Josh."

Josh chuckles darkly," Yeah? I'm sure you did. Babydoll likes knowing that I'd pump her full and knock her up again and again because she looks like a fertility goddess."

"I need it."

"What do you need, pretty girl. Need our cocks?" Danny said, grinding his hard length against your stomach.

"Please"

You were a whiny mess and they hadn't even properly touched you yet.

"I think I should spoil your pretty pussy first. Lick up your sweetness."

Danny made his way down your body leaving burning hot kisses on your skin. Once he situated himself above your core he wrapped his lips around your clit, holding her safely in his mouth. He lapped up your juice like he was dying of thirst. His tongue licking and swirling and making a mess of you.

" Fuck honey, your dripping off of my chin." 

A single drop of arousal dripped from the tip of his chin back down to your folds.

Danny dove back in groaning as he made contact with your sopping wetness. Josh grabbed onto Danny's locks and yanked his head up and began licking his mouth and chin, eager to taste you on his lips. Danny rose to his knees and turned his body towards Josh's, needing to make contact with his lover's body. They pressed their chests together as their hands wandered, lips locked together.

"I love you, God let's demolish her." Danny panted in between needy kisses as he grinded his length against Josh's.

"I know you want to, but remember she's a little fragile now. Gotta be nice to her." Josh pushed his hips against Danny's sliding his aching cock against Danny's while anchoring himself to him by his palm on his cheek.

"I'll be nice to her, I promise. Be a good boy." He whispered while nuzzling into Josh's palm.

"Go spoil her baby." 

Danny came to rest in between your legs and Josh sat near your head. He leaned down to kiss your forehead as he grabbed his leaking cock in his hand loosely pumping it.

Danny grabbed his own cock and ran the head through your folds gathering your wetness. You spread your legs wider for him to entice him to nudge into your entrance. You were desperate to feel full of him. You whined and pouted as he circled his tip around your entrance, teasing you.

"What? Do you want it?" Danny pressed himself against you, dipping just the tip inside.

" Does my babydoll want Daddy's cock to stretch her out and fill her up?" He pushed in a little bit further before pulling out yet again.

"For fucks sake Danny just fuck me!"

"Sssshhshhshhh, can't be too loud." Josh reprimanded you. His hand working himself with a bit more purpose. Danny took the opportunity to slide himself deep within you, making you groan. Loudly.

"Looks like I've gotta shut you up." Josh rose to his knees and tapped the sticky head of his cock on your lips signaling you to open your mouth for him. He immediately started fucking your mouth unable to hold himself back anymore. You started moaning when Danny angled himself in such a way that had him grinding against your clit with every thrust. He was pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

"Fuck your close, I can feel it. Your pussy keeps clenching around me." Danny mutters through clenched teeth.

You wailed around Josh's cock as you soaked Danny's. Pleasure coming in waves over you.

"Fuck, I'm cumming. I'm gonna fuck it in deep." Danny said into the crook of your neck and he gave you a few last powerful thrusts before feeling his hot cum spurt inside you.

Josh pulled himself from your mouth," Do you think you can take me too sweetie? Not too tired right?"

" No, not too tired, I need all of your love."

"Come ride me then, I want to watch your tits bounce."

You climbed into Josh's lap, gravity making Danny's cum drip from your entrance while you got into position to sit on Josh's cock. Slowly you lowered yourself down until you were fully seated and he was twitching against your cervix. Josh cups his hands around your breasts, thumbing your nipples. You clench around him at the sensation making him curse. 

"I'm not gonna last long." He whimpers, leaning his head back exposing his neck. Gently you start bouncing in his lap, grinding his cock deep inside you against the spots that make you see stars. After a little you feel a stronger full body orgasm take hold of you, your body shaking and writhing in Josh's lap. Your brain buzzes as your body tingles. Josh grasps onto your hips hard and starts thrusting up wildly into your oversensitive cunt. He whines as you feel his hot load flood into your already full cunt. His cum oozing out of where you two are connected with nowhere else for it to go.

Gingerly you get off of him and lay down next to him. You watch Danny give Josh a quick peck on the lips before he licks the cum off of Josh's spent cock. Josh's jaw hangs slack as he watches, if he could get hard he would.

"Fuck, that's hot."

"We all taste so good together." He quickly slides Josh's half hard member into his mouth slurping it clean.

" Let me clean you up too." Danny says crawling in between your legs.

"Wait! Leave her full and messy."

Danny nods and lays down in between you and Josh. Groggily you play with his curls, you feel whole. You were excited for the journey ahead, you knew you were in the most capable hands. Both men are so full of love, they just need to shower you in it. The baby in your belly is going to be born into the most beautiful amazing life full of music and art and most of all love. You run your fingers across both of their chests capturing their attention.

"I love you, doesn't even begin to express how I feel for you, the both of you. I'm so fucking lucky."

Fin.

Tagging my friend because you're gonna want to read it ❤️ @lipstickitty

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Her Steve

Coworkers

a Stobin Month 2024 prompt | 933 words | CW: misogyny | Rating: G

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Robin kind of loves working at Family Video. It’s perfect in every way that Scoops Ahoy was a nightmare — excluding the last week she worked there, of course. The customers are more direct most of the time, either dropping off their rentals or swapping it out for something they know they want to watch, and when they don’t know what they want, they don't pester her about it. They’ll browse for a while, maybe ask a question here or there, and then be on their merry way once a selection is made. And sure she still has to clean, even more than she did before considering Family Video is almost double the Scoops Ahoy store, but it’s not the same. Vacuuming and wiping down the counters once a day (and even that’s iffy) is nothing compared to the forever sticky booths and having to sweep every hour at least so the store isn’t overrun with crushed waffle cones and sprinkles. Don’t even get her started on the uniforms. 

And best of all? She still works with Steve! 

But now instead of antagonizing him and making him the butt of the joke, they’re joking together and bitching about other people. They spend most of their shifts watching movies and talking shit about everything and nothing. It’s perfect really. 

Another perk of Family Video being so different from Scoops? It’s actually dead during the summer. Sure, there’s a boost of people at the end of the day when parents are getting off work, and you’ll find the occasional wave of people throughout, but for the most part, it’s dead during the week. Except for rainy days, which is so not today. 

They finished all their tasks on Monday morning, and they really haven’t seen a big wave of customers this week at all. Most of the people who show up are just dropping off the rentals they snagged for last week’s heat wave but now that the temperature isn’t melt-your-face-off hot, Hawkins is back to their regularly scheduled program of spending time outdoors when they can. 

To say they’re bored is an understatement. 

Which is why Robin created this oh so brilliant game. She checks the timer, still ticking away, and peeks up to see Steve practically vaulting over the shelves to get to the next movie he has to grab. They both made a list of ten movies — no genres and they only included the first letter of each title — to see who could get the most right in the fastest time. Steve just started his turn, pushing the go back cart so fast around the store the stuck wheel is about to pop off for good. 

“C’mon Harrington,” Robin goads from her throne behind the counter. Her feet are propped up on the surface, laying back as much as she can in the computer chair they have. “You know that’s not what I picked.” She can’t see what he has in the cart or his hand, so she has no idea if he’s right. 

They never promised each other a clean game. 

She can hear Steve grumbling but the bell on the door stops him from shouting back. He doesn’t, however, stop running around. 

Robin turns to find Jerry S. from band, a trombone player in her year. “Looking for something specific, Jerry?” Robin asks, not bothering to get up from her spot. 

Jerry opens his mouth, then turns toward Steve’s grumbling form as he pushes the cart down the action aisle. “Is that Steve Harrington?” 

“Yup.” 

“That blows,” Jerry says as he leans against the counter, shaking his head. “I think I’d quit on the spot if my boss hired him.” 

Robin crosses her arms and drops her feet from the counter. “Well its a good thing you’re not here for a job, isn’t it?” 

Jerry gives her a funny look, like he’s actually surprised by her sharp tone and bored expression that barely contains the rage bubbling within her. “Don’t tell me you actually like him?” 

“Yup,” she says again as her eyes narrow. “Are you getting a movie or not?” 

“Jeez,” Jerry says, holding up his hands, “no need to be a bitch about it.” 

“Alright,” Steve says, dropping the tapes into the cart and walking closer to Jerry. “That’s it. Out!” He makes shooing motions with his hand as he starts herding Jerry out the door. “You can say whatever you want about me, but you’re not going to disrespect Robin like that.” 

“Are you serious?” 

“Deadly,” Steve says. “You can’t say anything I haven’t heard before, but we have the right to refuse service to disrespectful clientele. And might I remind you this is the Family  Video, so foul language is not permitted within these walls, dickwad. Don’t like it, take it up with the manager.” 

“Fine,” Jerry says, shrugging Steve’s hands away from him and pushing on the door. “Who is the–” 

Steve just flips him off and shuts the door behind him. He waits a beat, then spins back to Robin, clapping his hands. “I want a redo. I had like two more videos to grab and you weren’t paying attention to start the timer.” 

Robin glances down at the egg timer still ticking. “Mmm. I don’t think so.” 

“Oh come on!” 

“Fine. Go to the break room so I can make a new list,” she huffs. “But you’re reshelving everything after.” 

Steve just gives her a thumbs up as he passes to the break room, smirking. 

Robin rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t really mean it. That’s her Steve and he better not forget it. 

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Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!

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[oidheadh-con-culainn]

spent like an hour and a half trying out wheelchairs today and trying to decide between two. one was way comfier for sitting and better sized for my body but harder to wheel yourself in, I could feel the strain. the other was less comfy for sitting but wayyy more manoeuvrable as well as better quality materials so in the end i bought that one on the basis that cushions exist and comfort is more easily altered. it also folds down smaller so when it's not in use for a prolonged period I can shove it in a cupboard more easily

bonus, the wheels have half as many spokes as the other and as the one i currently have as a rental. i bought coloured spoke sheaths but i bought 100pcs and i'll only need 32 to give myself rainbow wheels on this which means I'll have 68 left over and my bike has, i think, 64 spokes, so i can also give my bike rainbow wheels! which will make it easier to pick out in a bike rack, that's for sure

anyway paid for the chair in person but it'll be delivered to my house in 3-5 days. then i can get the rental one collected and returned

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Deep In The Forest - Fox Mulder X Female Reader

Title: Deep In The Woods

Fox Mulder X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Scully, Skinner (Mentioned), Mr. and Mrs. Winston (OC) (Mentioned), Frank (OC) (Mentioned), and Reader's parents (Mentioned)

WC: 1,678

Warnings: Hunting mentioned, death mentioned, early-onset Alzheimer's mentioned, medicine mentioned, love at first sight?, slight flirting, slight angst, and fluff

Mulder leaned back in his chair, his feet kicked up on the desk before him as he fidgeted with a pen, when Scully entered the basement, pushing past the door with a file in her hand. Mulder's eyes lit up at the sight and he quickly dropped his feet back to the ground and sat straight. Scully gave him a small smile in greeting before handing him the file. Mulder flipped through the file, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he read it over.

'Bigfoot sighting in Washington State on Saturday 19th, 1979. The hunter, Mr. Fabian Winston, reported he saw a large furry animal that stood around seven to eight feet tall. His sighting lasted ten minutes and the creature disappeared just moments later. In other news, a young teen was found wandering the woods near where the Bigfoot had been sighted. Could these two instances be related?'

Interesting, Mulder thought, rubbing his face with a hand. He pursed his lips, flipping through some other documents and even a few photos before looking up at Scully, silently asking for her opinion. "I think it's a hoax." She answered, crossing her arms, "The hunter most likely saw a bear, and the girl probably just got lost in the woods."

Mulder pointed to the file, "Not a hoax. We're going."

Scully sighed, "I really think this one was just a bear, Mulder."

Mulder shut the file, shaking his head before standing, "Do you mind if I take the window seat?"

~~~

After they landed in Washington State and found a hotel, Mulder and Scully went straight to the residence of Mr. Fabian Winston. Pulling up in a black rental car, Mulder clutched the steering wheel as he drove over the bumpy pebble driveway, pulling up to a small house, with white shutters and a small barn beside it; a small cornfield behind the home. Parking, Mulder, and Scully got out, walked up the steps of the home, and knocked three times on the door. After waiting for a moment, an old woman opened the door, her gray hair put up in rollers, looking at Mulder and Scully skeptically.

"May I help you two?" She asked, before eyeing the two agents up and down, "You're not those insurance salesmen…" Her voice trailed off as recognition crossed her features, "…Are you?"

Mulder shook his head, "No, ma'am. I'm Agent Mulder, and this is my partner, Agent Scully. We work for the FBI." He explained and the woman furrowed her eyebrows.

"FBI? This ain't about my son, Frank, is it? I know he's had his run-ins with the law and such, but he's been clean for a couple of years." She asked and Mulder shook his head again, chuckling lightly.

"No, ma'am. We are here on the report your husband made back in the late 70s." At his words, Mrs. Winston sighed deeply, pushing the door open wider, as she frowned.

"My husband, Fabian, has been dead for a couple of years now." She spoke, looking down at the ground.

Scully's eyes widened, "Oh, ma'am, I am so sorry."

She told her quietly and Mrs. Winston nodded slowly. "Yeah, me too. He was a good man. About the report he made... About seeing Bigfoot. My husband has had early-onset Alzheimer's for a long time now. Usually, without his meds, he can see and even hear things." She leaned against the wooden door, her eyes tearing up slightly before she smiled fondly. "He kept telling me that Bigfoot spoke to him telepathically. Absurd, right?" She mused before she glanced at the agents. "I- If you excuse me..." She then shut the door.

Mulder was quick to his feet, making his way to the rental car, he hopped into the passenger seat as Scully got into the driver's seat. As Scully drove down the pebble road, she glanced at Mulder as he stuffed sunflower seeds into his mouth. "Mulder, the man had Alzheimer's." She began, "He couldn't have possibly seen a Sasquatch."

Mulder shook his head, not willing to give up yet, "No, Scully, I think the man saw Bigfoot." He replied, taking another bite out of the seeds as Scully looked over at him. "There are reports of sightings of giant creatures in these areas all the time." He tried to reason, only for Scully to sigh.

"What do you suggest we do then?" She questioned, turning to look out the front window as he chewed on another seed. 

"We should talk to that girl who went missing. From the documents, it was noted that she was found not too far away from where Mr. Winston saw Bigfoot." He mumbled, taking out the file from his bag, and flipping it open, "It says here that she has been reported to currently live in Yakima."

Scully sighed, shifting in her seat slightly, "Well, this is going to be a long ride."

~~~

Double-checking the map, Scully pulled up to a medium-sized Victorian home, the lawn trimmed neatly, flowers growing in the flowerbeds. Walking up to the front door, Scully knocked, lifting the doorknocker's handle and tapping it on the wooden door. After a moment of waiting, they heard the patter of feet before the door opened, revealing a woman. Giving the two a smile, you raised an eyebrow. Mulder felt like his heart had stopped. You were beautiful, more so than any human he had ever seen. Mulder never felt this way before, he could hardly form coherent sentences in front of you.

You looked curiously at Mulder, "May I help you two?" You asked, placing a hand on your hip as Mulder gave you a smile.

"Yes, my name is Agent Fox Mulder and this is my partner, Agent Scully." He introduced, earning an odd glance from Scully. "We work for the FBI. Are you miss L/N?"

"Yes." You tilted your head to the side with a worried and confused frown, "FBI? Did I do anything wrong?"

Mulder shook his head, "No, miss, we just have a few questions for you."

Your eyes lit up as you nodded, "Oh! Come on in then. Make yourself at home."

Entering your home, you led them to the living room, "Do you need anything? Water? Juice?" You asked as the two agents sat down on the couch.

"Oh, no, thank you," Scully spoke quickly as Mulder just gave you a kind smile and a shake of his head.

"Alright," You let out a sigh, sitting down on the couch across from them, "You said you had questions, ask away!" You giggled, clasping your hands together in your lap, "I'm an open book."

Mulder nodded, licking his lips before speaking, "Can you tell us what happened on Saturday 19th, 1979?"

Your eyes widened in surprise, "On Saturday the 19th?" You repeated.

Mulder nodded, leaning forward, listening intently, "That's right." He couldn't help but fall into the abyss of your eyes. Your entire soul pulling him in as you bit your lip briefly.

Taking a deep breath, you looked down, picking at a loose thread in the hem of your shirt. "Wow," You sighed out with a nervous smile, looking up at the two agents, "I haven't thought about that day in a long time." They waited for you to continue, so you did, "I was... About fifteen years old, I believe. And you know teens, wanting to get away from the parents that just didn't understand you... Well, I thought I could just walk in the woods nearby." You let out an embarrassed laugh, "Well, I got lost. For a couple of hours. I thought I was going to be lost forever and get cold and die, but..." You paused, shaking your head as you frowned. "Well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Mulder gave you a small smile in return, "Try me." He encouraged you softly.

Looking at him with a grateful smile, you couldn't help but stare into his eyes, feeling the pull between the two of you. Taking a deep breath, you continued, "I heard this voice," You closed your eyes as you tried to remember, "But... They weren't speaking out loud like we are now... No, they were speaking in my head." You opened your eyes, staring down at your hands, "Before I knew it, I was in front of Bigfoot. And he helped me get out of the woods."

Sitting upright, Mulder and Scully exchanged a shocked, and yet skeptic, glance before turning their attention back to you. "You met Bigfoot, and he helped you find your way home?" Mulder asked and you sputtered another laugh, waving a hand.

"Yeah, I know it sounds crazy-"

Mulder shook his head, interrupting you, "No, no. I believe you."

You looked up at him with wide eyes, "You do?" You asked in disbelief. You couldn't believe someone else believed you. Not even the police back when you got lost believed you.

Mulder nodded, giving you a gentle grin as Scully cleared her throat, "Were you on any prescription during that time?" She asked curiously, ruining the moment.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "No. No, I wasn't. I wasn't on drugs or anything if that's what you're saying."

"I'm sorry about my partner, she's a skeptic." Mulder chuckled, standing up, "Anyway, thank you for answering our questions, miss L/N." He told you politely before motioning for Scully to follow suit. "Thank you for having us over." He thanked you again, as you quickly got up as well, leading the back to the front door. Wishing that Agent Mulder wasn't done with his questions. You liked his company.

Holding the door open for the two, you gave them a smile, "It's no problem, Agent Mulder. Happy to help with whatever you're doing."

Mulder gave you a grin, "Please, call me Fox," He spoke, before handing you a small business card, "Let me know if you remember any information, miss L/N."

You smirked slightly, finding his charm adorable as you took the card from his hand, your fingers just brushing his, "Please, Fox, call me Y/N."

[miserablekingsteve]

“Never mind all that. What’s in there?” The finger with his square skull ring was pointing straight at Steve’s gift. Long and wrapped in a grey blanket from his house.

Steve kept a watchful eye on Eddie. Not just because the guy just woke up from a near death experience and absolutely wasn’t allowed to raise his arms as much as he was, no, there was something deep rooted missing and Steve wasn’t able to figure it out.

So, he continued to watch. Eddie was perched on the Family Video counter top, he was totally not jealous of Eddie’s mobility, well not until he noticed the way his bottom eye lid twitched in pain. Thank god, if Steve was still recuperating from the Demobats, Eddie HAD to be. Maybe the guy really did make a deal with the Devil.

“Sooo, what are my two favourite people doing later?” Eddie leaned forward into Robin’s face. Damn, the thing that was missing was in the picture in front of him. What was it?

“‘S movie night,” A twizzler was shoved in Robin’s mouth and her eyes stared at the late rental screen.

“Cool, cool. Mind if I third wheel??”

Steve rolled his eyes, interjecting, “Uh, yeah. Not a couple.”

“Pft, yeah. Okay,” Eddie jumped from the fake marble counter, “see ya chumps later for our date.”

X

“…and then, boom Kirk slides in with this masterpiece.”

Steve sat smoking on Eddie’s comforter, enjoying the company even if it was a bit louder than he was used to.

Suddenly, that hole arrived in the room. God, he almost had a finger on it. Peering around the cluttered space in Eddie’s new room, Steve tried to find what he was missing.

“Ah, ah! Listen to Lars here,” Drums echoed out from Eddie’s boombox, his friend threw his head back while smacking pencils onto any surface in front of him.

His weed addled mind tossed the search for the missing… something. Laughing at Eddie’s antics.

X

“Psst, Steve.”

“Hey!”

“Steve!”

Cracking his eyes open Steve saw early twilight glistening outside his window. Why was he awake?

*smack* a horrid sound echoed off his window, groggily he stumbled over to open it up, only to be met with Eddie Munson standing next to his pool with a boombox.

“Hey,” Eddie whisper yelled, “I wanted to play you a song but, yknow, sweethearts gone. So I this’ll have to do.”

BOOM

There it was. The thing missing, and with this idiots birthday right around the corner. Steve knew exactly what he was going to get him.

X

The trailer was crowded, almost to crowded for Steve. But his boyfriend was absolutely shining, so he sucked it up. Going outside for a cigarette as much as possible. That was until the big moment.

“Hey, kid,” Wayne Munson greeted, “I know you got Ed that huge gift, and that’s real nice and all but knowing him. You might want to add a bit of sentimental value to it. That is before he starts ragging on about corporate ghouls etc.”

Steve raised an eyebrow while taking a long drag from his smoke, “uh huh. Like what?”

Wayne smiled secretly, “this.”

Produced in the older man’s worked hand, sat a small chain. A guitar pick looped on it adorning the silver. His breath hitched, images of him feeling the sinking missing thing when in Family Video.

Eddie’s fingers constantly reaching up to fiddle at his neck and then falling when nothing but his shirt collar was there.

“Thanks, Wayne,” Steve grinned softly.

A strong hand gripped his shoulder, then Wayne followed Steve back inside.

“MIKE! Put it down!” Nancy screeched, the siblings stood in a stand off around all of Eddie’s gifts. One horribly wrapped one in his hands.

“What I just wanted to give him mine,” The kid shrugged, staring at his sister like she’d grown a second head.

“We have to wait for Steve!”

“I’m back! Sorry, I was just outside,” He pushed into the room a bit more, sliding his arm around his boyfriends waist.

“Go ahead, Mike,” Steve nodded.

Eddie accepted the gift graciously, then sat down in one of the dining room chairs. Steve noticed that his healing was still in process, it was probably from all the arm lifting he was doing in the beginning. The sound of tearing paper filled the room, and in Eddie’s lap sat a new DnD module, ‘Legacy of Blood’.

“Shit,” Dustin hissed, “I knew we should’ve coordinated our presents!!”

Lucas rolled his eyes at the curly haired teen, “Okay, steeeve.”

His eyes widened and felt his mouth drop open, “what did you just say?”

“You think I care about coordinating presents?”

Lucas shrugged, Dustin’s head whipped between the two of them. Before Steve continue his argument, Eddie interrupted from his seat below.

“Never mind all that. What’s in there.” The finger with his square skull ring was pointing straight at Steve’s gift. Long and wrapped in a grey blanket from his house.

“That one’s mine,” Steve blushed, everyone ooed, pushing Nancy to hand it over to Eddie.

Steve watched as the precious gift was paraded through the crowd to them, a light bulb going off above his head.

“Alright, dude,” Steve situated the blanket on Eddie’s lap, “now close your eyes.”

“Hmph, why?” Eddie pouted, Steve drew back on his idea, “I want to see you when I open it.”

Well, that made Steve’s heart ache with happiness, sucking in a breath Steve nodded with stained cheeks, “yeah, yes. Of course.”

“First part of the gift then,” Steve dipped his hand into the front pocket of his Levi’s feeling around for the light chain and brought it out.

Eddie’s eyes widened, focusing in on the guitar pick necklace.

“No way.”

“Yeah huh.”

“No!”

Eddie tore the blanket away, and sure enough, underneath laid a replica electric guitar, maybe with a few more details carved in the neck.

“Is that?” Eddie was pointing at the carving of the tattoo on his right forearm.

“Yeah! I had Max get me a Polaroid of it,” Steve grinned, feeling proud of himself. The shining look of adoration on Eddie’s face made him relax in confidence.

“That was really weird by the way!” Max hollered.

Steve waved her off, “Yeah, whatever dude.”

X

The next time Steve sat on Eddie’s bed, he was shirtless and the room was sticky from sex and summer air. Steve had one arm out the window of the trailer, smoking and the blanket drawn over his thighs.

Eddie was up, clad in black boxers. He turned on a soft lamp to the side, whispering something to the guitar that laid on his mirror. Then pulling the strap over his head and sitting on an old office chair. Picking at the strings softly, humming tunes.

Steve’s smile was so big it hurt, because he finally found what was missing. And he wanted to make sure, nothing of Eddie was ever missing from his life. Ever.