Was looking at houses to get an idea of what’s available in the area and had to share this gem
pretty nice exterior note the double garage
woah, some interesting interior decorating but nice room, looks spacious
is the kitchen carpeted? I’ve looked at this a lot and honestly can’t tell
pretty chill as far as bedrooms go and by far the most normal room in the house
bathroom looks ok
I know this has been super normal outside the 1960s/70s interior design but stick with me
big long room with glaring pink carpet. that’s not a mirror on the “back wall” like I thought at first, this room just goes. where one the house is this, I thought to myself
my lord, that’s a garage door. they converted their garage and remodeled but KEPT THE DOOR to open to the outside from their sitting/entertainment room
that’s not all, let’s check out the basement
good lord. just take a moment to take it all in. decor again not updated since 1970 (this house was originally built in 1969). the teddy bears on the couch. that weird game in the foreground which I’ve never seen before. sombreros on the walls the FULLY stocked bar. like so fully stocked…
and just to top it all off, the room that utterly horrified me,
“Where are we going Mummy?” Zoe asked again for what felt
like the hundredth time since you picked her up from school. With a glance at
your rear-view mirror, you could see her swinging her legs excitedly. Unlike
you, Zoe loved surprises but was rather impatient for them.
Following the sat-nav, you made a quick left off the main
road into a more residential area. All around you were a number of tall apartment
buildings, fairly new and modern. “I don’t technically know,” you replied
covertly, laughing at her frown. Clearly she didn’t approve of your vagueness.
With another quick glance, you smiled at your daughter
staring wide-eyed out the window, taking everything in with her child-like
curiosity. “Look there’s a park,” she squealed excitedly, pressing her face up
against the glass as you slowly drove past a filled playground. “Is that a
swimming pool?” you heard her exclaim behind you as you turned down another
• pairing: jung hoseok x reader (his
point of view), college! hoseok • genre/warnings: angst, smut, friends
with benefits • words: 8,702 → summary: you were broken from
a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he
willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that
your best friend was the one…? • note. inspired by this song here
You woke up with this hitting you like a runaway train. You stared at the ceiling as your four lovers slept soundly around you. You went on a short trip through your twenties. You graduated high school at seventeen and immediately enrolled into nursing school. You graduated nursing school at twenty-one with your bachelor’s degree. You landed your current job as a full-time nurse a few months later. When you were twenty-four, you reunited with your high school friends and found yourself falling in love again with Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan, and Lafayette. When you turned twenty-six, the boys took you to vegas and you woke up the next day hungover and married to Alexander (You and Alexander were really drunk and went to a drive thru wedding chapel). This ‘marriage’ then lead to you entering a poly relationship with your new husband and his boyfriends. And now here you were, at age thirty, with the same job and same lovers.
You sat up after a few minutes, remembering you had to work. You got out of bed and did your normal routine; you showered, got dressed in your nurse scrubs and sneakers, braided your hair, tossed your pajamas into the hamper, and walked into the kitchen to make coffee and your normal weekday breakfast. You felt kind sad that you’re ‘old’, according to millennials. But, you were still the youngest out of your lovers; you now being thirty, Alexander and Lafayette both being thirty-two, John being thirty-three, and Hercules being thirty-five. You guys would tease Hercules for being old but then the tables were turned and you’d be teased about being the ‘baby’ of the relationship. You were okay with being twenty-nine since you were still in your twenties. But now you were the newest member of the thirties club. Oh, you could hear the teasing now. This day should go by fast or else you were gonna start lopping heads.
You were intently staring at the toaster as Alexander entered the kitchen. You and he were always the early risers and would always the first people to leave the apartment.
“’Morning, my love.” Alexander murmured sleepily as he hugged your waist and kissed your shoulder. You murmured a ‘good morning’ as you retrieved your toaster waffles. You nibbled on the flaky pastry as Alexander poured himself a mug of coffee. You waited for him to say the phrase that reminded you of your wasted youth but you frowned when he didn’t.
“Alex?” You said his name as you watched him from the open space carved into the wall that divided the kitchen from the open living space.
“Yes, love?” Alexander answered as he turned on his laptop at the dining room table.
“What day is it?”
Your eye twitched. Why wasn’t he saying it? It was just two words. ‘Happy birthday’. He didn’t….. No, Alexander never forgot your birthday. You knew him more than Lafayette, John, and Hercules. He always remembered. Every year. Maybe he did forget this year? He has been pretty busy lately with his latest novel and having to switch publishers. That was understandable.
Lafayette and John enter the living space. John takes a seat at the dining room table and Lafayette walked into the kitchen. He murmured something in your hair as he hugged your waist. John rested his head on the table as he slowly woke up. You pulled away from Lafayette as you grabbed your coat and bag.
“See ya.” You said as you left the apartment without another word.
Lafayette watched you leave and frowned. “Did we forget something today?” He asked. Alexander shook hesitantly and John shrugged.
“Not that I know of.” John murmured.
Later that Night ~
You had a really stressful day. You clocked in and immediately had to deal with the asshole family of one of your child patients. The child had a broken arm and the mother yelled at him because it was his fault he broke his arm. You ended up calling security and she cursed at you, which you expected. Some of your fellow nurses wished you a happy birthday and gave you sweets and cards. You felt better but there was a hollow feeling in your heart because your lovers most likely forgot your birthday. You didn’t receive any ‘happy birthday’ texts from Alexander, John, Hercules, or Lafayette. But you did get texts from Eliza, Angelica, Peggy, George, Thomas, Aaron, James, even your parents and your friends’ parents. Your mood got worse and worse as the day dragged on. It started to rain when you got off work and you took the subway. The subway was delayed for about a half hour until you were able to get home.
You walked into the apartment and dropped your bag and coat on the ground. The apartment was dark but you saw the blue light of the television in the living space ahead of you. You could see Alexander, Lafayette, and John sitting on the couch and Hercules wasn’t anywhere to be seen. You kicked off your shoes and walked into the living space. They didn’t notice you until you started emptying your scrubs’ pockets, putting the birthday sweets and gift cards onto the dining table. Alexander stood and walked over to you, about to give you his usual ‘welcome home’ hug and kiss but you stepped back, your arms crossing. He lowered his arms, confused.
“Did something happen, (Y/N)?” Alexander asked.
You bit your lip and glared at him. “Do you have any idea what day it is today?”
Alexander frowned and shook his head. Lafayette paused the movie and he and John stood up and walked over to you and Alexander. Hercules emerged from the hallway and came over as well.
“Today is my fucking birthday!” You hissed, tears leaking from your eyes that were squeezed shut. “My thirtieth birthday!”
The guys all froze, their jaws hanging open. You growled as you pointed to the cards and candies on the table. “My co-workers remembered. Our friends remembered. Hell, you parents remembered! Why the fuck couldn’t you?!”
“Mon Amour-” Lafayette started but you held up your hand, silencing him.
“Don’t.” You hissed. “Don’t you fucking dare. You can apologize when this day is over.” You grabbed your coat and bag.
“Where are you going?” Hercules asked as you opened the door.
“I’m staying with Eliza for the night.” You said before you looked at them with a fake sarcastic smile and tears falling down your face.
“And thank you for such a fantastic thirtieth birthday.”
Nestled in the woods of Hudson Valley, this house designed by Studio MM Architect was conceived as a car-lover’s dream retreat. A generously sized garage is the locus of the design, generating space for car storage and maintenance as well as a spacious wine cellar and a furniture workshop. The rectangular form of the house, which is partially embedded in the hilly landscape, emerges from the lower-level garage and creates an open plan living space ideal for entertaining, relaxing by a cozy fire, and for an office studio. The exposed beam roof structure, inspired by a workshop aesthetic, emphasizes the double story entryway that draws guests up to an outdoor fireplace and grill. Located on 10.9 acres, the project is intended to eventually become a guest house, ensuring privacy for both the clients and their friends.
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Summary: You go to visit your mom at her new house and find a handsome man mowing her yard.
warnings: none, just fluff! (minor fantasies about Dean, but who hasn’t had those, right?)
word count: ~2600
You turned onto your mom’s street, eager to see her new house
all finally put together. She had moved
about a month ago, but you had been so busy with your job that you hadn’t had a
chance to come by and see the place, let alone help her unpack.
She didn’t seem to mind, as she quite enjoyed organizing and
arranging things. You had talked to her
on the phone many times and she told you all the new ideas she had for the
house… It felt like you had been there a thousand times with all the details
she had shared, but you were just now getting to see it.
You pulled into the driveway, eyes scrunched in confusion when
you saw a man pushing a lawnmower in her yard.
Your mom had always done her own yard work, saying that it was the best
work out she would get and not liking to work out in any other ways.
The man looked your way and waved, before quickly turning
back to his task. You reached for your
purse after you turned off your car, getting out slowly. You looked at the man again, taking him
in. He was wearing jeans and a v-neck
t-shirt, hair short with scruff on his face.
His face – that was a handsome
face. Plump lips and a light brush of
freckles under piercing green eyes that you could see all the way across the
yard. He turned the lawnmower so that he
was now facing away from you, and you couldn’t help but admire his back muscles
that flexed under his thin t-shirt and the curve of his ass –
Prompt: You’re a work-for-hire girl - for the criminals and criminally rich. Your job is to threaten, steal from, frighten or hurt whoever you’ve been employed to - but your newest job involves a person you swore you’d never talk to again. Someone who brought you into this entire business - and tried to get you out. Someone who, should you accept this challenge, would open a Pandora’s box of disaster…(
1/2//3 /4 /5 /6) Scenario: AU, angst, miniseries Word Count: 2,771
request: Could you please do a William Nylander one where you guys had a kid from when you guys were teenagers and the team didn’t know so when you show up for you kid to see Willy their shocked. authors note: this is really long, but i hope that’s okay! i’m actually really happy with this one. i hope you enjoy it and thank you for your request! word count: 4293
Making sure Victor had his belt all buckled up, you leaned back in your seat with a grin as you watched your four year old son starting intensely our of the airplane window. It was his first time on a long haul flight and along with sleeping, the one thing keeping him busy had been his amazement of seeing the clouds to up close. You couldn’t shake off the bundle of nerves as your captain announced through the speakers that you were about fifteen minutes from landing at Toronto Pearson International Airport.