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New York Bedroom Guest

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Patricia A. Lazor, Patricia Lazor, Inc.

100 Designers' Favorite Rooms, 1994

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Lap Pool in New York

Large minimalist backyard concrete and l-shaped lap pool fountain photo

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Modern Pool New York Large contemporary concrete pool fountain design with a l-shaped infinity pool as the focal point

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New York Lap a sizable, minimalist lap pool fountain made of concrete in the backyard.

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Living Room - Library

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New York Transitional Basement

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Modern Basement in New York

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New York Basement Walk Out

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Basement (New York)

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Bedroom (New York)

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Joy I have to ask - what temperature do you think it is inside Wayne Manor?

Is it essentially outside temperature except where the fireplaces are? Does Alfred have a one man war against climate change? Is that why Bruce spends so much time in the basement?

Depending on which timeline you follow, Wayne Manor was built in the late 1800s. Having worked in giant historical homes, I'm telling you now it's a fucking pain in the ass to update the heating systems in those buildings. I know we've got comic book logic to contend with, and they've got massive generators in the basement to keep the cave running (sometimes it's turbines powered by the water flowing through the caves), but I also think it's plausible that to avoid damaging the historical facade of the building, you might walk around the house and see box fans shoved into the window frames during the summer because fuuuuck trying to install modern AC through 18th-century brickwork.

As for heat, well, for a frame of reference, the James J Hill house up here in MN—built roughly around the same time during the Gilded Age when the Waynes were pioneering industry in Gotham—was forced to rely on a boiler roughly the size of a steam engine to heat the house and used 250 tons of coal each year to keep it warm. That boiler provided hot water and ambient heat through steam radiators, but they also still had fireplaces in almost every room to try and compensate for the winter. The house was updated for modern heating and air conditioning within the last 40 years, but with a house that size and ceilings so tall, it's not particularly efficient. They still rely on box fans and space heaters to keep the space habitable during summer and winter.

New Jersey is not as far north as Minnesota, but the temperatures can still drop comparably low, especially when you factor in the seafront Gotham is on. So, while I do think they likely upgraded the heating systems at some point (they can't keep guzzling through coal like that), I also can't help but feel it's got to be cold as hell in that house unless they're being meticulous about lighting fires and airing every room out to prevent damp.

Because that's another thing. If you're not keeping your stone house warm, you risk damp and water damage, and I feel like Alfred would rather gnaw off his own arm than let Wayne Manor crumble to dust with black mold festering in the original French plaster.

So he's not so much fighting a one-man war against climate change as he's fighting a one-man war to keep the house dry. He's walking through rooms no one even uses, making sure the steam radiators are working and opening the windows a crack to let the condensation out.

Is he also turning off all the light switches as he goes? Yes. Is he always yelling, "Why is every screen in this house turned on if no one is using them?" also, yes.

Is Bruce also down in the cave huddled under an extra cape, overclocking the batcomputer to stay warm? Also a distinct possibility.

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Lover || nh13

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word count : 2,795

summary : snapshots throughout your relationship with nico (based on the song Lover by Taylor Swift)

gif isn’t mine!

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

It was cold, quiet evening in New Jersey, and Nico was sitting by the fireplace with you. Both of you were cuddled up in a soft fuzzy blanket, a comfortable silence surrounding you. Christmas had come and gone, but the tree still stood proudly in the corner of the living room. You both knew that you should probably take all the decorations down and pack them away, but neither of you wanted to. The soft glow provided by the lights filled the room in such a warm way made it feel almost impossible to want to take them down.

“Are we leaving the lights up ’til January?” Nico questioned with a soft smile.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Until January?” You teased gently. “It’s already January 10th, baby.”

“Alright, February then?” Nico laughed softly, pulling you closer.

“Sure. I mean, our place our rules right?” You hum softly.

Nico just nods in response as you lay your head on his shoulder, relishing in the feeling of Nico next to you, his cologne wafting towards you slightly. You tilt your head up slightly to look at him, a small smile of your face when you find that his eyes are already on you.

“You’re giving me that look again.” You point out.

“What look?”

“The look where you’re trying to figure out if you’ve known me for twenty seconds or twenty years,” you tease softly.

Nico smiled softly as he moved his hand to run through your hair softly. “I still can’t figure it out,” I muttered softly. “But, I will gladly spend the next twenty years trying to.”

You smile softly as you feel your heart skip a beat, his sincere tone and words catching you off guard slightly. Nico had such a special way of making you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered. You hum softly as you cuddle closer to him, the glow of the lights combined with the sound of the fireplace crackling creating a cozy atmosphere.

“You know,” you speak softly. “If leaving the lights up means that we get more nights like this then I say we leave them up forever.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Nico smiled. He leans in and kisses you softly, time seemingly slowing down as the kiss is unhurried and full of love. There was no sense of rush as the world outside your apartment blurred into insignificance. He slowly pulls away, only to rest his forehead against yours for a moment. He gently kisses the tip of your nose before pulling you into his chest.

You both sat there in comfortable silence, in your own little bubble, watching the fireplace. It didn’t matter that it was January, the both of you decided that the holidays could last just that little bit longer.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my Lover

You and Nico strolled down the empty, moonlit streets of Newark after a night out with his teammates. The team had beat the Rangers and so the celebration was bound to be loud, fun and filled with laughter, along with lots of drinks. The both of you had probably had one too many drinks but you couldn’t find it within you to care, not when you were both walking home slowly, hand in hand. The only sounds that could be heard were the occasional passing car, the hum of the city and your heels clicking softly on the pavement.

“Did you have fun tonight?” You ask softly with a warm smile.

“Yeah,” Nico replied, eyes twinkling slightly. “But, this…this is the best part.”

Your heart fluttered at his soft, almost vulnerable voice. You leaned into his side more as you both stopped walking for a moment, the slightest bit tipsy but not caring as you listened to Nico’s steady heartbeat. “We should head home,” you muttered softly as you hugged Nico around the waist.

“Yeah…” He sighed softly before smiling. “How about one more dance?”

You laughed but let him spin you around softly anyway. The both of you swayed side to side on the pavement, lost in your own little world. It was just you, Nico and a love that the both of you were sure would never fade. “Can we always be this close, forever?” Nico mumbled softly into your hair.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Hischier,” you tease, you thumb grazing softly over the knuckles of his hand that held your own.

Nico grinned slightly at your words. “Good,” he spoke playfully. “Because I’m not sure what I would do if I couldn’t take you home with me.”

Your laugh softly, the sound echoing slightly off the empty street as you both start to walk home again. “You’re cheesy, you know that?” You say with a warm, adoring gaze.

“Only for you,” Nico muttered as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Come on, we’re almost home.”

You both quickly make it into the apartment, and once you were both inside, Nico kicked off his shoes and unbuckled your heels before standing up again and dragging you towards the bedroom. You both sank into the bed, still fully dressed but not finding it within you to care. Nico pulled the cover up over you both and hummed softly when you settled into his side, you head on his chest.

“Forever and ever?” You mumble softly, your voice sleepy as you trace random, lazy patterns on his shirt.

“Forever and ever, baby.” Nico muttered, pressing a soft kiss on your head.

You drifted off soon after he spoke and in that moment, Nico knew he didn’t need much more than this. This was everything he could’ve ever dreamed of. It was simple, it was easy, it was everything.

We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call

The living room was a mess. There were pillows scattered on the floor, snack bowls half-empty on the coffee table, and a stack of board games next to the couch. A grin spread across Nico’s face as he looked around the living room. It was a Friday night, and your apartment had turned into a lively hub for the night for some of his teammates. Jack was sprawled on the couch, texting on his phone, while Luke and Dawson were bickering with Timo and Jesper over which game they should all play next.

You were in the kitchen grabbing more drinks, your laughter mixing with the upbeat music playing quietly from the speaker. You caught Nico’s eye and smiled. This was exactly what everyone needed. The past week had been a whirlwind of practices, travel and games. But, tonight everyone was home.

“I’m not letting anyone drive home tonight after the way Timo’s been losing at charades.” Nico joked.

Timo sent him a playful glare before Jack looked up from his phone and chimed in, “I’m in. But I’m picking the next game. Monopoly, prepare to lose guys.”

The group groaned, knowing how competitive Jack got while playing monopoly. At the same time, you returned with a few beers. You placed them down before plopping down next to Nico. “You think you’re so slick, huh?” You tease as you lightly nudge him. “Offering up our living room as a crash pad for the guys?”

“What? I like having everyone here,” he replied, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Besides, you and I both know they would’ve ended up staying the night anyway.”

You just rolled your eyes fondly before leaning into Nico’s side, watching as Jesper set up the Monopoly board, dramatically explaining the rules as if no one had played before. It felt like one of those moments that you could just bottle up and cherish forever. It was rare to find these moments in the busy hockey season, making this moment even more special.

Hours later, when the games were eventually put away, the group began to settle down for the night. Jack had already claimed the couch, leaving Luke, Timo and Jesper to use the floor as their makeshift beds for the night. Nico cleaned up quietly as you scrolled through the photos you had taken throughout the night.

“If Jack ever argues that he doesn’t get competitive playing Monopoly, I have proof otherwise,” you mutter quietly as you show Nico a picture of Jack mid-yell at Luke while he hoards his fake Monopoly money. Nico chuckles softly at the picture as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind.

“Also, we’re gonna need more snacks next game night. And maybe some extra blankets,” you hum softly.

“Sounds like a plan, baby,” Nico mutters softly, his fingers brushing through your hair.

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Nico was used to attention, it was something that came with being the captain of the Devils. Nico always managed to fit right in, being effortlessly confident and charming. Tonight was a Devils event, a gala where fans and influencers and important people mingled with the players. In turn, Nico found himself talking to person after person.

Across the room, standing next to Jesper’s fiancée Nicole, you were trying your best to keep your insecurities under control. You’d been doing well, mingling and joining conversations, but you were unable to stop yourself from glancing over at Nico. He was talking with a beautiful girl, her hand resting on his arm as she laughed at whatever he was saying. It wasn’t like you didn’t trust him. You did, completely. But, it doesn’t mean that you like it.

Eventually, you decided you’d had enough of your overthinking and walked over, hoping you could slip in and steal him away from the woman without causing a scene. Nico spotted you approaching him and his eyes lit up. You watched as he seemingly said goodbye to the woman before making his way towards you, a boyish grin on his face.

“Hey, baby,” Nico spoke softly when he reached you. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” You answered, your smile a little tight. “Thought I’d come and check on you. You seem like Mr. Popular tonight.”

“Popular, huh?” Nico grinned. He knew exactly what you were trying to indicate to him. “You’re not jealous are you, baby?”

“Of course not,” you scoff lightly, very obviously lying through your teeth.

“You know you’re the only one I’m interested in, right?” Nico said softly, his hands squeezing your hips slightly as he pulled you closer.

“I know,” you mutter, feeling a little silly now. His gentle reassurance did make the tightness in your chest ease slightly. “I just…I feel like sometimes everyone wants you. And I guess it makes me…a bit paranoid.”

“I get it, baby. But, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’re my girlfriend and I’ve loved you for three summers now and I’m definitely sticking around for the rest of them. No one other than you is on my radar, baby. I promise,” Nico reassures you softly, his hands gently massaging your hips as he speaks.

You’re caught off guard as he says all the words you needed to hear. You blink a few times before speaking again, “You mean that?”

“Every word, sweetheart,” he replied. “You think I’d wanna be here with anyone but you? No chance,” he finishes, leaning closer and placing a soft kiss on your temple. “You know, it’s kind of cute when you get jealous,” he teases.

“Oh, shut up,” you mutter as you fool your eyes with a smile.

“I’m flattered you think I’m such a catch, baby,” Nico chuckled softly. “But, there’s no need to worry. Nobody else compares to you and I’m not going anywhere…okay?”

The sincerity in his voice practically made your worries melt away. “Okay,” you whisper softly. “But, if that woman touches your arm again, I might have to claim what’s mine,” you joke slightly.

“You can claim me whenever you want, baby,” Nico muttered with a smile as he gives you a kiss.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

The day you’d both been waiting for had finally arrived. It was a beautiful day, the sun shining brightly over the rustic countryside venue in Switzerland. There was a soft breeze that rustled through the leaves, giving Nico a bit of relief as he nervously fidgeted at the altar. Even though his hand movements gave away his nervousness, the slight smile on his lips revealed the excitement and love he was feeling. In his pocket, he could feel the crumpled piece of paper in his jacket pocket, a note he’d kept with him since you’d said yes to his proposal. He didn’t need to read it, he already knew the words by heart. But, for Nico, just knowing that it was there helped ground him slightly.

The entrance music suddenly started and all of the guests turned to watch as you walked down the aisle. Nico felt his breath catch as he saw you. The flowing ivory gown you were wearing hugged you perfectly as the veil framed your face beautifully. He could just about see the wide smile on your face that he was sure mirrored his own. Nico had seen you thousands of times before but today was different…today you were everything.

When you reached him, he could clearly see the love sparkling in your eyes. It made his heart ache, in the best way possible. Nico reached out and took your hands in his, shaking slightly as he did. “You look so beautiful,” he whispered out, tearing up slightly.

You smile softly at his words and reach up to wipe away the single tear that fell. “And you look handsome.”

The officiant smiled and started the ceremony. Soon enough it was time for you both to say your vows. Nico went first, his voice soft but steady as he spoke to you, “I’ve been through many moments in my life, on and off the ice, that left me scarred and bruised. But, each and every single one of those moments lead me here, to right now, to you. You are my rock, my calm after the storm. And I promise you, from this moment on, I will always be your rock, your safe place. I promise that I will always love you as fiercely as I can, no matter what. Because, even though I have had many victories in my life…I can guarantee that you have and always will be my greatest victory.”

You take a deep breath as you hold back your emotional tears before you speak softly, “Nico, I knew from the very first moment that I met you that you were my forever. From that moment, I was determined to make you mine. And I somehow managed it. When I think about what I want for our life together, all that I want is to be an absolute refuge for you. I want you to feel so unconditionally and irrevocably loved by me. I promise that for as long as I am with you that I will never make you feel like you aren’t enough for me, because to me you are my everything…my whole world. I love you, and I will love you forever.”

There was a gentle murmur from your guests, a few sniffles here and there as the officiant spoke the final words of the ceremony. Both of you barely registered them, too caught up in taking each other in. As soon as the words, “You may now kiss the bride,” were spoken, Nico immediately closed the distance between you and kissed you softly and sweetly.

As you pulled away, the cheering crowd came back into focus for you both as the music started again. You both turned hand in hand as you walked back down the aisle, your hearts full. You both leaned into each other as you walked together, basking in the moment. And as you both disappeared down the aisle, the sun dipped in the sky, casting a golden, warm glow over the moment…a glow just as bright and warm as the love the two of you would share until the very end.

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Pink Victorian Italianate alert and she's a beauty. 1869 lady in lovely Belvidere, New Jersey. 5bds, 3ba, $584K. Nicely renovated in 2000.

It looks like the entrance hall has a faux marble finish on the the stairs and molding. I wonder if that's wall paper. Interesting. The railing is definitely original.

Wow, they really love this home- look at all the decor and they went for Bradbury and Bradbury wallpaper on the walls and ceilings. I'm surprised that it's under $1M, but Belvidere is a quaint country area up in the north western corner of NJ with a population of a little over 2500.

Actually, annual Victorian Days celebrate the town's history, and there's a lot of stuff to celebrate!

Fancy pocket doors open from the sitting room to the dining room. Check out that green fireplace. They had professionally painted faux finishes done throughout the home.

I don't mind the kitchen remodel b/c of the castle-like stone wallpaper and stained glass window.

Here's a cute little room.

A home like this, I would be hesitant to buy, though, b/c I know I could never be able to furnish it properly. It takes years to fill a house like this.

Beautiful- this bedroom is done in a vintage tropical motif.

What a lovely bathroom. I would get one of those Victorian reproduction toilets though, w/the wooden tank above it.

I wish they would've taken photos of the upper floor, but the description says that professional photos are coming.

Fairytale princess room. I like how the canopy lights up.

Gorgeous. This bedroom has a little atelier.

Wow, look at this bed.

Stunning. If there's one thing I hate, it's went they put a modern bath in a Victorian- this is wonderful.

1.09 acres of beautifully landscaped property.

The original carriage house has a lot potential.

Beautiful piece of property.

https://www.trulia.com/home/430-green-ln-belvidere-nj-07823-40096595

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A Hughes Family Christmas- Quinn hughes

Quinn hughes x reader

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The snow was falling gently outside the Hughes family home in Michigan, creating a picturesque winter wonderland. Inside, the warmth of the fireplace and the sound of laughter filled the air as Quinn Hughes, his wife Y/N, and their five-year-old son Sam prepared for the annual Christmas dinner with the Hughes family.

"Sam, are you ready to go see Grandpa and Grandma?" Y/N asked, helping him into his little coat and adjusting his hat.

Sam nodded enthusiastically, his eyes wide with excitement. "Yeah! And Uncle Jack and Uncle Luke too!"

Quinn smiled as he watched his son. Sam had inherited his curiosity and energy, and he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride every time he looked at him. Sam had Quinn's dark, expressive eyes, which Y/N always said were her favorite feature.

"Alright, buddy, let's get going," Quinn said, lifting Sam into his arms. "We've got a lot of presents to open."

The drive to the Hughes family home was filled with Sam's chatter about Santa Claus, his favorite Christmas movies, and all the toys he hoped to get. Y/N and Quinn exchanged amused glances, enjoying their son's infectious excitement.

When they arrived, they were greeted by the familiar warmth of the Hughes home. Ellen and Jim Hughes welcomed them with open arms, and Jack and Luke were already there, teasing each other as usual.

"There's my little man!" Jack exclaimed, scooping Sam up into a big hug. "How's my favorite nephew?"

Sam giggled, hugging Jack tightly. "I'm good, Uncle Jack! Did you see all the snow?"

Luke joined in, ruffling Sam's hair. "Hey, buddy! Ready for some Christmas fun?"

Sam nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling with joy. The family gathered around the beautifully decorated Christmas tree, the scent of pine and the twinkle of lights adding to the festive atmosphere.

As everyone settled in, Ellen brought out a tray of hot cocoa, complete with marshmallows for Sam. "Here you go, sweetie," she said, handing him a warm mug.

"Thank you, Grandma," Sam replied, his manners making everyone smile.

The evening progressed with laughter and stories, as the family shared memories of Christmases past. Sam sat in the middle of it all, his eyes wide with wonder as he listened to the tales of his dad and uncles' childhood adventures.

When it was time to open presents, Sam could hardly contain his excitement. He tore into the wrapping paper with glee, revealing a new set of toy hockey sticks from Jack, a Lego set from Luke, and a cuddly stuffed bear from his grandparents.

Quinn and Y/N had saved their presents for last. They handed Sam a big box, and he looked up at them with wide eyes. "Is this from Santa?" he asked.

Quinn chuckled. "Not this one, buddy. This one's from Mom and Dad."

Sam carefully unwrapped the present, revealing a junior-sized Vancouver Canucks jersey with "Hughes" and the number 43 on the back. His eyes lit up with excitement. "Just like yours, Daddy!"

Quinn grinned, feeling a surge of pride and love for his son. "That's right, Sam. Now you can be just like me on the ice."

Sam jumped into Quinn's arms, hugging him tightly. "Thank you, Daddy! I love it!"

Y/N watched the scene unfold, her heart full of happiness. She loved seeing Quinn with Sam, the bond between father and son stronger than ever. She joined them, wrapping her arms around both of them in a family hug.

"I love you both so much," she said softly.

"We love you too, Mommy," Sam replied, his voice muffled against Quinn's shoulder.

The rest of the evening was filled with more presents, games, and laughter. Sam played with his new toys, showing off his hockey skills with his uncles and enjoying every moment of the festive celebration.

As the night drew to a close, the family gathered around the fireplace, sipping hot cocoa and enjoying the cozy atmosphere. Sam was nestled between Quinn and Y/N, his eyes drooping with sleepiness.

"Did you have a good Christmas, buddy?" Quinn asked, brushing a strand of hair from Sam's forehead.

Sam nodded, a content smile on his face. "The best Christmas ever, Daddy."

Y/N kissed Sam's cheek, feeling a deep sense of contentment. "I'm so glad, sweetie. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Mommy," Sam replied, snuggling closer to her.

Quinn looked around at his family, his heart full of love and gratitude. Despite the challenges and the busy schedule of his hockey career, moments like these made everything worthwhile. He was surrounded by the people he loved most, and he couldn't ask for anything more.

As Sam drifted off to sleep, Quinn and Y/N exchanged a look of pure happiness. They knew that this was just the beginning of many more wonderful Christmases together, filled with love, laughter, and the joy of family.

"Merry Christmas, Quinn," Y/N whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," he replied, pulling her close. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "Always."

And with that, they settled in for a peaceful, joyful night, their hearts full and their family complete.