#custom bar and kitchenette

[chloesomeone]

Traditional Home Bar - Home Bar An undermount sink, raised-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, granite countertops, a gray backsplash, and gray countertops are featured in this large, elegant home bar picture with a gray floor and u-shaped laminate flooring.

[unstablexbalor]

Walk Out in Raleigh

Example of a large traditional walk-out basement with gray walls, a regular fireplace, and a stone fireplace made of ceramic tile.

[todayintentacles]

Midcentury Basement - Basement Example of a large mid-century modern underground vinyl floor and brown floor basement design with gray walls and no fireplace

[pugtails]

Midcentury Basement - Basement Example of a large mid-century modern underground vinyl floor and brown floor basement design with gray walls and no fireplace

[johnnyvenusgf]

Home Bar Single Wall Inspiration for a small transitional wet bar remodel with a brown floor and a single-wall porcelain tile, an undermount sink, brown cabinets with flat panels, quartz countertops, a multicolored backsplash, and glass tile on the walls.

[charleytakeabow]

Single Wall Home Bar Idea for a small transitional wet bar with a brown floor and porcelain tile walls, a flat-panel sink, brown cabinets, quartz countertops, a multicolored backsplash, glass tile countertops, and flat-panel cabinets with flat panels.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 1998 home in Ankeny, IA is the ultimate man cave. It has 3bd, 4ba, and he's asking $1.5M. Take at look at the ultimate man cave.

This is a one-of-a-kind home, and I'm sure it was custom built to the owner's specifications. This looks like some kind of playing court w/the windows above and all.

Looks like a TV and a movie screen. Is that a car lift? I'm confused.

Another TV area with a black fireplace.

This is a very high view of the ground floor.

Back here is a bar with a big flat screen.

Not much going on in this huge sun room. Maybe he rides that blue vehicle around it.

This looks like a big bar and kitchen.

Here's a large 2 bay garage.

Looks like a repair shop lounge.

Volley ball, pickle ball court?

Small exercise room.

Here's a dining room with a mezzanine. I don't know, is that the garage behind the window?

The kitchen's pretty big. It's enclosed, but has 2 big openings.

What a huge open house.

This is an enclosed deck that opens to a large outside deck. I like this idea, in case you invite people over and it rains.

The primary bedroom has a fireplace and a built-in canopy for the bed.

Behind the bed there's a little house that must be a sauna.

The man closet.

Very large bathroom.

Looks like a bedroom setup for several children.

And, a large bath.

Wow, this is like a laundromat.

Down there is the hot tub room.

Here's another bar and kitchenette plus a fireplace.

A very long game room.

The property is 16 acres. Look how far it is to get to the house.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/6681-NE-Berwick-Dr-Ankeny-IA-50021/833655_zpid/

[sabraeal]

Friends With Amenities

[Read on AO3]

“I-I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” Shirayuki’s fingers curl against the counter; the only thing keeping her upright as her blood abandons everything below the knee and rushes to her head. “I think there’s been a mistake.”

The concierge points one long nail toward her screen, angled firmly away from the customer side of the counter, eyebrows bumping up against her hairline. “Well, ma’am, it says here that you’re booked for the deluxe king suite, complete with master bath, full kitchenette, and picturesque views of the old quarter.”

“No, I— I’m sure I said two queens.” She’d only made the booking two weeks ago, fingers trembling as she read the number off the department’s travel card, double- and triple-checking that the reservation had been for two adults in two separate beds. “Very sure! I even have the email—”

“Oh yeah, of course.” Nails clatter as the woman waves her hand, unconcerned. Sweat prickles along her spine, and oh, what Shirayuki wouldn’t give to tap into some of the reserve of calm. “But it looks like you were selected for a free upgrade! That means that not only are you welcome to partake in our continental breakfast, but that you also have access to our—”

“But one king is still less than the two beds I asked for.” It’s not as if there’s a problem sharing with Obi— over the past year, she’s probably spent more nights in his bed with him that she’s spent in her own alone the last three— but that’s all…incidental. Something that happens when she agrees to just one more episode, or lets him work on one last slide as she starts in on her bedtime reading. But agreeing to this—

That would be on purpose. A plan to share space. Two bodies beneath the covers touching.

“Can’t you just put me back in my old room?” The bitten ends of her nails carve painful crescents into her palms. “If you upgraded me to a king suite, that means there was a double queen you left empty, doesn’t it?”

The concierge grimaces, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but this conference has got us booked to the gills. If there was a double queen available, it’s been booked out now.”

“But…” Her eyes sting, and ugh— this is a silly thing to to care about. Pedantics, really, when they probably would have ended up curled up on the same bed anyway. But that doesn’t stop the pressure building in her nose, or the hot, helpless tears hanging at the end of her tear ducts. “Why?”

“Ah, I’m not sure of the…er… selection process when it comes to these upgrades, ma’am.” The concierge pointedly looks down at her screen, uselessly wiggling the mouse. “Maybe it was random, or maybe they looked at your reservation and saw something about it that made them think you might have…hm…wanted one bed at a better price point…”

“What would…?” Her teeth snap shut around the question. The double queen was cheaper than a single king; even a couple might look at the price points and decide the extra bed wasn’t a deal breaker. Two people with the same address—

But they didn’t have Obi’s address, or hers. Just the department’s card, and two names, one male, one female.

My point is, you’re in a hotel filled with people who won’t find it intimidating that you can mark a turtle migratory pattern on a map just by looking at its skull. Yuzuri’s shrug is seared onto the back of her eyelids, so casual, like like the logic of work hookups is obvious. What happens at conference stays at conference.

“I’d like to”— speak with your manager perches right at the tip of her tongue, threatening to tip over, to cause a scene, but a deep breath scuttles it before she can founder— “ask if there’s any other rooms available?”

The concierge casts her the sort of side eye Yuzuri could only dream of, but she keys in the request anyway. “The honeymoon suite? That comes with—”

Shirayuki slumps. “I’ll take the deluxe king.”

*

It’s not hard to find Obi— he’s hovering at the edge of the bar, as promised, the entire impossible length of his legs unfurled between seat and floor. There’s the barest hint of tanned skin where his shirt has begun to roll up, and—

And it’s just her luck that Yuzuri’s already there, curled around her drink like her smile’s curls around the straw, watching her watching him.

“There she is!” she calls out, one hand swinging out in invitation. “Suzu’s already searching for swag on the expo floor. I was gonna wait for you, but it looked like things were getting heated down at your end of the counter, so I thought I’d leave you to it.”

There’s an edge of her tongue that could lash out, could cut with a real wry thanks— but it blunts when she considers just what sort of help Yuzuri would have been with one bed on the line.

A dimple furrows itself between Obi’s brow as he sets down his glass, the plastic gator at the bottom bobbling between layers. “Everything all good, Doc? I can go over and cause a problem if you need some—”

There might be no way to guess this cocktail’s composition— some kind of juice, probably, maybe with champagne for bubbles, or vodka for a kick— but whatever it is, it’s certain better than trying to explain all this sober. Shirayuki reaches out with both hands, completely ignoring the suggestion of straw or stirrer, and takes a full gulp.

It’s almost disappointing how little it burns going down. It does taste good though.

Obi lifts a brow. “That bad, huh?”

She takes a breath, running a hand over the back of her mouth before she tells him, “We’ve only got one bed.”

*

“Aw, come on, Doc.” Obi shifts his bag over his shoulder, biceps flexing to redistribute the weight, and haah, it would be nice to get a little warning if he was going to make himself so dangerous to look at. “How bad could it be?”

Her suitcase rolls too close, nipping her heels halfway to the door, but even that can’t keep her from rolling a glare his way. “You know better than to say something like that.”

“I know, I know, but I’m just saying— bed as big as that, we’re practically in different zip codes.” He shrugs, and oh, he might be playing casual, might be pretending that all this hits him like water off a duck’s back, but Shirayuki doesn’t miss the stiffness of those angles, the way tension hampers every twitch. “I could go full starfish and you’d still have to ship international to get to my fingers.”

She snorts. “I think you underestimate just how much limb you have.”

“I think you mean rippling muscle.” He flexes one in demonstration, close enough that she catches the nutmeg and bergamot of his deodorant. “Unending plains of gains. The heartland of hulk. The absolute breadbasket of—”

“I didn’t realize we were talking about Mitsuhide,” she hums, too innocent, swiping her card in front of the door’s scanner.

“Hey—”

The door swings open, and all his planned protests elide into a heartfelt whistle. “Wow, when they say upgrade, they mean upgrade.”

“I guess so…” The double queen had been just a room with beds, two chairs and a table thrown into a corner to give somewhere else to sit— plenty of room for two people who were used to navigating the same space— but this…this is practically an apartment. The stumpy entryway leads right into the living room, small kitchen to the right and bathroom to the left.

Obi saunters past her, dropping his bag on the sectional— a full couch plus chaise— and hooks his hands on his hips. “Damn. This TV is bigger than ours!”

She clucks her tongue on habit, flushing when his grin. “We’re not here to watch TV.”

“Right, we’re here to get some billionaire to sign off on saving turtles,” he says agreeably, even as he flicks it on, scrolling through the guide. “But while we’re not doing that, I bet this thing gets all the channels. I wonder if HBO still plays porn after midnight…”

“We’re here for a conference,” she reminds him, taking the two steps up to a set of folding doors. “And hopefully finding Eisetsu Rugilia among the attendees.”

“Right, but they don’t have lectures and two am, so—”

“Obi.”

He holds up his hands. “You’re right, Doc. Two am is when all these billionaire babies have their parties. I won’t have time for” — he squints at the text stretching across the screen— “Damon’s Seed when I’m already living my own Eyes Wide Shut.”

She stares at him, blank. “You know I don’t get that reference.”

“I know.” One shoulder lifts; the most aggravating of his shrugs. “It’s funnier that way.”

With anyone else she would let it drop— woodland fairy creature she may be, but she didn’t begrudge her childhood a moment of sunshine— but with Obi she huffs, fitting her fists around the door’s knobs, informing him, “One day I’m going to watch all these movies, and then you’ll have to find some other source of entertainment.”

“Believe it when I see it, Doc. Believe it while I see it.”

“You will. After I finish my thesis, I’ll have plenty of time to”— the doors whip open, a more dramatic entry than she planned, and—

And her whole brain narrows onto a single, “Oh.”

“Wow.” Obi’s breath catches far too close to her ear. “Now that’s some bed. I think we might lose you in the pillows.”

Her jaw works, managing a single, “Um.”

“Oh hey!” Obi peers around the jamb. “Look, there’s more room! That’s pretty…”

He slinks past her, all sinew and swagger, and—

And nearly stumbles, all his words peter down to a “Woah.”

*

“A jacuzzi?” Yuzuri groans, head sinking into her hands. “You guys got a jacuzzi?”

“A jacuzzi tub,” Shirayuki corrects numbly, the stem of her Shirley Temple twisting between her fingers. “Not a…a hot tub or anything.”

“Big enough to be one though.” Obi’s hand brushes over his shoulder, contemplative, before settling back on his drink. “Probably could fit the whole lab in there if we didn’t mind getting cozy.”

Izuru tilts her head. “Oh, like…naked?”

As brazen as Obi can be, even he chokes. “The lab tub party would definitely have a bathing suit dress code.”

“Oh.” She sighs, disinterested. “Disappointing.”

“Where’s my free upgrade?” Yuzuri leans back, head tipping over her chair in despair. “I want a jacuzzi.”

“Maybe one of your hookups will have one, if you’re lucky,” Kazaha drawls, flipping through his copy of the conference directory. It’s not quite phone book sized, but it is intimidating, filled cover-to-cover with people not much older than her but far more accomplished. Only a few hours ago, she might have questioned her place here, whether she would ever contribute enough to the field to even get an abstract in the door, but—

But right now she’s still stuck on the full bathroom, visible from the bed. Except, of course, the toilet. That, thankfully, is tucked away in a smaller closet. But still, shower and tub and bed with nothing but a change in flooring to separate them.

Yuzuri can never know. “I don’t want to take a bath in some guy’s tub! Like god, how would that even be relaxing?”

“The sex could be interesting,” Izuru offers. “Just like a hot tub.”

“No, we’ve been over this!” Yuzuri waves a hand, as if that might be enough to shoo the idea away from the table. “You need preparation for water sex. Lube, for one. A plan, for another. Insurance, since at best you’re going to crack your head open, and at worst, you’ll end up at a gynecologist.”

Suzu blink. “Worst?”

“There are things that can happen to a vag that I’d rather be in a coma for.” She gives Shirayuki a pointed— and completely unnecessary— glance. “Trust me.”

Obi simply raises a brow, sipping from his straw. “You didn’t bring lube?”

“That’s not the point.” Yuzuri rolls her eyes, flicking a ribbon of blonde over her shoulder. “If I’m taking a bath, it’s going to be with bubbles and salts and no less than four jets, all alone.”

“But he could wash your hair.” Suzu’s forehead furrows, oddly concerned. “That’s nice isn’t it? I liked it when then did it at the salon…”

“It is nice, Suzu, but it’s also intimate, and if I’m just looking to— ugh.” Her hands fly up in the air. “Never mind. No jacuzzi sex, end of story. Now what are you going to do about the one bed situation?”

“Y-yuzuri!” Shirayuki sputters, hoping her cheeks are only half as red as they feel. “That’s— that’s not important.”

“I think it’s important,” she hums, smirk wrapping around her straw. “Entertaining, at least.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Obi huffs, settling back in his chair. “There’s enough bed for the population of Luxembourg. Me and Doc could both be on that thing and not be within shouting distance.”

Yuzuri swivels in her seat, glaring at Shirayuki across the table. “It’s so unfair you guys got that room and you’re not even going to f—”

Suzu clears his throat. “Not to state the obvious but…doesn’t this room have a couch or something?”

*

“The program says G7,” Shirayuki murmurs, lingering over the letters printed at the head of each aisle. “Which I think should be down over here, if— Obi, are you all right?”

He might have dogged her heels through the doors of the exhibition hall, but Obi’s lagged behind as she navigates through the field of half-empty tables, only a handful of posters properly displayed. He grunts, adjusting the half dozen canisters on his back. “Well, it is kind of a burn to have Suzu have to remind me couches exist. I mean, I would know, wouldn’t I? Done plenty with only two feet of cushion—”

“I meant with the posters,” she sighs, doubling back to lift a few from his shoulders. “I can’t believe they sent us to set up all of them.”

“I can.” Obi smirks, leaning the rest against the table. “It’s our punishment for getting the best room. And for not— how did Yuzuri put it?— using it to its fullest.”

“W-well, you’d think they’d have a little more professional pride in displaying their work.” The caps on the canisters put up a fight— Shidan had said they might after they came off the plane, something about pressurization and vacuums and other physics concepts she only had a casual acquaintance with through undergrad— but Shirayuki’s happy for the excuse to be doing something when she adds, “You can if you want to, you know.”

One of Obi’s posters pops open with all the subtlety of gunshot. “Uh, want to run that by me again, Doc?”

“I just mean if you wanted to brings someone back and…er…take advantage of all the…amenities…?” She strives to be casual, to be cool, like it’s none of her business what he might get up to unattended. Like she hadn’t bitten her nails clear down to quick under the covers when he was out with Haki’s friend, slinking home well after midnight. “Just let me know.”

“Me?” he coughs. “Really? And just what would you do?”

She shrugs her shoulders, striving for the kind of calm Obi exudes on an everyday basis. “I’m sure Yuzuri wouldn’t mind some company.”

One of his eyebrows creeps to a skeptical altitude. “If she isn’t taking advantage of her own amenities.”

“O-oh, well!” She shakes her head, trying to look anywhere but at him. “She won’t take anyone back to her room, so, uh, that might be even better, if you think about it. Someone using it, at least.”

Air hisses out through his teeth with no hint of his usual humor. “Listen, Doc, really, I appreciate the offer, but I’m not really…” He shakes his head, one hand scrubbing at the bristle in back. “I mean, I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I’m not in the market for…”

He hesitates, eyes narrowing. “Ryuu?”

Shirayuki blinks, tracing his gaze under the table, to where Ryuu is curled up, travel pillow under his head. He shrinks further into his pillbug position, managing a bleak, “Hi.”

“Hey there, big guy.” Obi crouches, folding his arms over his knees casually, like people hang out under tables all the time. “Me and Doc were just out here putting up the posters. What’s up with you.”

“Not much.” He shifts, blue eyes searching both their faces before he admits, “They lost my reservation.”

Shirayuki squats down beside him, brow drawn. “Excuse me?”

“They don’t have a record of my transaction in their database,” he murmurs, rubbing his cheek against the soft microfiber of his pillow. “Even the manager tried. But it looks like even th payment didn’t go through. They think it might be because I’m not— well, an adult is supposed to make the reservation, and I was the only one in the room, and with no legal guardian…”

His nose wrinkles, mouth pursing mulishly before he blurts out, “I don’t know what to do.”

“Stay with us.”

It takes a moment for Shirayuki to realize it’s not her voice saying the words, but Obi’s. He glances at her, and anyone else might be looking for permission, but there’s only confidence there, so certain that she was only a slip of the tongue behind him, that they were single in purpose, and—

And it’s stupid it took her until graduation to realize that this is what she’s been wanting.

“Really?” Ryuu perks, head lifting off the pillow.

“Of course.” Shirayuki knows better than to reach out, to try to comfort him through something as offensive as touch, so she just smiles instead, hoping her sincerity shines through. “We’d be happy to have you.”

He glances between the both of them. “You’re— you’re sure it’s okay?”

“Why not?” Obi says, casting her some rueful side eye. “Now that we know we have a couch, we’re made of room.”

Ah, that’s right. The couch. The couch Obi was going to sleep on…

“Guess it’s a good thing that bed could fit a small country,” Obi mutters, getting to his feet— and then freezing. “Can I help you?”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Shirayuki scramble to her feet, but if the voice isn’t familiar, the man who speak with it is even less so. “You’re part of Shidan Weise’s lab, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” She brushes off her skirt, trying to look somewhat presentable. Like a colleague, instead of someone who spends conferences crouching under tables. “We were just setting up for the poster session. Is there something…?”

“Ah, no, no. I’m not here about the posters.” The man smiles, but it never reaches his eyes. “My name is Shuu Grately. I’m here to tender an invitation.”

Obi’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “Invitation?”

“On behalf of Eisetsu Rugilia.” One corner of his mouth hooks, humorless. “He would like you to come to his dinner tonight.”

[holylulusworld]

Hunter vs Witch

Summary: Sam just can’t stand you.

Square filled for @samwinchesterbingo:

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Witch!Reader

Sidepairing: Dean Winchester x Pie 🙃

Warnings: banter, implied past sexual encounter, fun, enemies to ???, crack, mentions of pegging (no description)

Words: 800

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Y/N,“ Sam unhappily looks at you. He presses his lips into a thin line and narrows his eyes.

Sam Winchester never was a big fan of you, or rather your attitude.

“Samuel,” you give the hunter a wink. “What brings you here? I thought you never wanted to come back here.”

You just love to rile the tall hunter up.

“You know why I’m here!” 

“How shall I know what’s going on in your pretty head?” you batt your eyelashes. “I was minding my business when you stormed into my establishment, gun aimed and a wild look in your eyes.”

“You kidnapped my brother!”

“Oh, that,” you grin. “I did not kidnap your big brother. I borrowed him.” You correct. “He’s fine.”

“Where is my brother?” Sam raises his voice and unlocks his gun. “I will kill you if you don’t tell me where my brother is. I’ll count to ten.”

“One,” you giggle. “Two.”

“I’m not joking!” pressing the barrel of the gun into your chest Sam sneers. “Three.”

“Four, Samuel.” 

“Five.”

“Six.”

“Seven,” Sam looks around the bar, huffing as there is not a single customer. “Eight.”

“Nine, sweetheart.”

“SAMMY! There you are,” Dean walks out of the small kitchenette in the back of your bar. “You’ve missed all the fun. What took you so long?”

The elder brother buries a fork into the pie you bought for him, humming happily. “Dean?” Sam sighs deeply. “You are alright.”

“Y/N bought me pie,” Dean walks toward one of the bar stools to sit on the bar counter. “I love me some pie, sweetheart.”

“I know you do, Deanie.”

“She…and then,” securing his gun Sam grunts. “What did you mean with I took my time? You were just gone, Dean. I came back to the bunker, and you were gone. Baby was still at the garage, though.”

“Y/N drove me,” Dean shrugs. “She said that the monster she’s hunting attacks their victims while stealing their cars. I didn’t want to put Baby on the line.”

“You could’ve left a message! I was worried sick, Dean,” Sam grumbles. “You can’t just run off with that witch! She cannot be trusted!”

“Oh, come on, Samuel. You got all cozy with Rowena and call me a witch like I’m a bad guy. I only use my powers to kill the big bad guys wanting to feast on your cute ass.”

“Keep my ass out of this.”

“I bet you’d like me to peg your ass,” you smirk. “You always give me submissive vibes. Hmm…yeah. I got some nice toys.”

“Last warning, Y/N,” Dean watches you and Sam with amusement. He chuckles and turns his attention back toward the pie. “Dean, don’t you want to say something?”

“Keep me out of this. Y/N is a white witch and a hunter. If I don’t want to kill her, you should try to do the same.”

“Yeah, you better not anger me,” you lower your voice and point your index finger at Sam. “You don’t want me to use the spell I saved for you.”

“I’m not afraid of your spells,” Sam puffs his chest. “Do your worst.”

“Don’t tempt me, Samuel,” you take a step toward the hunter. “If I’m done with you, you’ll say: ‘Oh no that witch shrank my dick! Help me, Dean. But he won’t. Your dick will be a tiny wiener for the rest of your life.”

“You wouldn’t dare to put a spell on me, witch.”

“I will so put a spell on you and your dick,” Dean snickers behind his brother’s back. “What’s so funny, Dean?”

“You sound like a married couple in the middle of a fight. Just tell me when you get to the make up sex.”

“Eek…I wouldn’t touch his dick with gloves on.”

“I didn’t know you’re into kinky shit, sweetheart,” Dean dips his head to glance at you. “What kind of gloves do you prefer?”

“Dean, you are confusing reality with porn again. Help me here. She just threatened my life.”

“She threatened your dick.”

Sam rolls his eyes at Dean’s comment. “You’re not helping.”

“I didn’t try to be helpful.”

“I got that,” Sam sarcastically says. “I’ll bring her to the dungeon and chain her up. I think Rowena and Castiel should check on her again. I don’t believe for a second that she’s a white witch.”

“Now you made it,” you turn around to walk toward the staircase. “I’ll put a spell on you right now!”

“WAIT! You won’t,” Sam runs after you, calling your name. “I’m warning you.”

“Young love, huh? I guess they will have loud make up sex again,” Dean looks at the half-eaten pie. “I know, sweetheart. We should go somewhere more private and enjoy each other’s company. I can’t have you listen to the noises they are going to make …”

Hunter vs Witch (2)

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[udo0stories]

New York City is the most iconic and most visited city in the United States. With its distinctive skyline, diverse neighborhoods, world-class museums, incredible Broadway productions, and melting pot of cultures, NYC attracts millions of visitors each year. (It’s also the place I call home.) New York City is huge. I mean, ten million people live here. Where do you stay when you’re here? There are so many hotels to choose from. To help you plan your visit and narrow down your options, here’s my list of the best hotels in NYC: 1. East Village Hotel Located in the East Village, my absolute favorite neighborhood in NYC, this boutique aparthotel is run more like an Airbnb than a traditional hotel. You get sent a code before arrival to check in, and there’s no staff or restaurant on site (though an outpost of The Bean, a popular NYC café, is right downstairs). The studio apartments are designed to reflect the neighborhood’s bohemian spirit, with contemporary artistic décor, beautiful exposed brick walls, and lots of natural light. The kitchenettes include a stovetop, refrigerator, microwave, dishwasher, and silverware. Rooms include comfy pillowtop beds, showers with good water pressure, a flatscreen TV, and complimentary bath products. Everything is pretty compact, but in an area with few hotels, this is one of the best-value spots. Stay here if you want to be in a central location with tons of great restaurants and bars at your fingertips.   2. The Marlton Originally built in 1900, this historic boutique hotel in Greenwich Village has been home to many of the area’s bohemian set, including one of my favorite writers, Jack Kerouac (he even penned a few novellas here). I like that the hotel’s extensive renovations still kept its classic aesthetic. The beautiful interior has a stately feel, with ornate moldings, herringbone parquet floors, and vintage furnishings like brass light fixtures, ornate rugs, and custom-made furniture. The staff are super friendly too. The rooms are pretty small, but well designed to make use of the space. They come with flat-screen TVs, comfy beds with plush bedding, wardrobes, minibars, and marble bathrooms. The Marlton is also home to an excellent bar that serves incredible cocktails, and there’s a complimentary breakfast available too. I think it’s the best value for your money in the area.   3. Vocabulary: The Franklin This three-star hotel is in a 19th-century brownstone in the Upper East Side, the neighborhood I live in (if you see me, say hi!). The rooms here are simple, but the hotel has some great perks, like a free 24-hour espresso bar and a standard late checkout time of 12 p.m. The restaurant is currently being renovated, so there’s no breakfast available on-site, but there are tons of places just steps away. The rooms are decorated in a minimal (but cozy) style, with white-painted chandeliers and cute original art. All rooms come with large TVs and comfy pillow-top mattresses, while their larger rooms come with a desk and easy chair. Everything is newly renovated, and the glass-enclosed showers have excellent pressure. The location is great too, as it’s on a quiet, leafy street close to Central Park and Museum Mile.   4. Hotel Indigo This four-star hotel is dedicated to supporting local street art and artists, and you’ll see plenty of their work throughout the building. The rooftop bar, Mr. Purple, is a favorite among locals for fancy cocktails, and on the weekends, the area turns into an upscale club. (Because of that, it’s a 21+ hotel.). There’s even a heated pool on the rooftop too. The rooms boast hardwood floors, bold artwork, and floor-to-ceiling windows with impressive views over the city. All rooms also include Keurig machines, desks, and a minibar (for which you get a $20 USD credit). The bathrooms are large, beautifully tiled, and feature rainfall shower heads. While there’s no breakfast served on site, you’re just steps away from tons of great eateries open at all hours. Overall,

I think this hotel is the best place to stay if you want to experience NYC’s legendary nightlife.   5. The Standard The Standard is one of the best hotels in the city (I think this East Side location is even better than the one in the Meatpacking district). The bar serves some of the best drinks in town and is usually always packed with NY’s fashionable set. There’s a café where you can get breakfast in the mornings too. The recently renovated rooms are gorgeous, decorated in a minimal design with bright pops of color and lots of natural light thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows. They’re pretty big too, especially by NYC standards. All rooms at this four-star hotel feature plush beds, fluffy down pillows, huge flatscreen TVs, Bluetooth speakers, cozy bathrobes, work desks, and stocked minibars. The bathrooms are spacious, with tiled walk-in showers and organic designer toiletries. You’ll also get complimentary access to the nearby Crunch gym (in case you want to work off all the delicious food from the plethora of nearby restaurants).   6. The Library Hotel Everything at this four-star hotel is book-related. Each of the ten floors has a different theme, and all of the 60 rooms have dozens of books that fit within that theme (the hotel has a collection of over 6,000 books!). There’s also a Reading Room lounge with work desks, cozy nooks for reading or writing, and 24/7 coffee, tea, snacks, and drinks. Guest rooms are a good size (for NYC) and feature rich wood furnishings in a sleek, contemporary design, with plush bedding, minibars, flatscreen TVs, desks, and luxury bath products. There’s also free breakfast, a rooftop terrace with a bar that serves literary-themed drinks, and really helpful staff. It’s a quiet respite from an otherwise busy and loud neighborhood. Stay here for a unique experience that’s close to major tourist sites like Times Square, the Empire State Building, and Grand Central Station.   7. The Sherry-Netherland Located on Fifth Avenue, right across from Central Park, this ornate five-star hotel is housed in a stunning Beaux-Arts building. The lobby boasts vaulted, painted ceilings and custom-made chandeliers, and the elevator even has a white-gloved operator, just to highlight how upscale this property is. The property’s Italian restaurant serves breakfast in the mornings, and there’s a fitness center available too. The spacious rooms are elegantly decorated, with mahogany desks, tasteful art on the walls, and large marble bathrooms. All rooms include flatscreen TVs, luxury bath products, complimentary soda, mineral water, and chocolates, and daily newspaper delivery. This is the place to stay if you want to splash out on a classy and timeless NYC hotel experience.

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With that first sun out of the way, Hakan's concerns no longer seemed warranted. Rather, they seemed unfounded, and so he agreed to Mister Lidenbok's syllabus, to content and schedule and overall outline.

They woke with the sunrise each day, got dressed, and had breakfast in Deiter's kitchenette. There, at the table, was set the subject for the sun. This began with the letters of the alphabet, but eventually expanded to encompass words, grammar, syntax, numbers, mathematics, and more. Hakan would be shown a letter, or a word, or a concept, and Deiter would expound upon its purposes, meanings, common usage, so on and so forth. They'd finish their morning meal and head on down to the shop.

Here, the suns would diverge. Oftentimes, the demands of business or personal affairs required Deiter's presence elsewhere in the city.  On those days, Hakan would be left to fend for himself, to take inventory, to mind the shop, to assist customers, to take payment, and to take note of any special requests. In all of these things, he applied his lessons. Sometimes, Deiter was not needed elsewhere; on these days, Hakan shadowed him whenever customers were involved. From the Hume, he learned etiquette, charm, salesmanship, and more. When the shop was empty, Mister Lidenbok saw further to his education: writing practice, question & answer sessions, and mock payment processing where the Viera had to produce exact change for odd sums of coin.

Meal times were… interesting. On his second sun, Hakan was given a key and Deiter – after locking up shop – took him out onto the street and over to a neighboring establishment built into the southeast corner of their same building. Here, he met his first Seeq: a family of two brothers who'd gone into business together, by names Vozz and Sala. Telling them apart was a simple matter: Vozz was mauve in color, pierced through everywhere with jewelry, and ran the sandwich bar, whereas Sala was olive in color, tattooed from the face down to his wrists, and ran the bakery. 

It turned out that theirs had been a struggling business for a long time, until a certain Hume had moved into the building. Deiter, it seemed, was no cook, and found himself frequenting their corner store for the convenience of the thing. But the menus and signage had proven difficult to read; he'd offered to revise them, to translate into other dialects, as well. Vozz and Sala had taken him up on the offer, and they'd seen a boom in business ever since. VoSa's Sandwiches & Baked Goods was now a staple in the western half of the city; to express their eternal gratitude, the brothers had arranged discount pricing for life on all menu items for Deiter Lidenbok and guests. Deiter had never abused the privilege, but he had fallen into the habit of take-home meals.

So it was that Hakan's breakfasts were jarred preservatives and jams on loaves of bread, dinners were of consistent fare from the Seeq corner store, and – if he was ever hungry for a bite in the middle of the day – he had only to lock up shop for a time and nip over to VoSa's for a good meal at the cost of some of his coin. There was enough variety on hand that he didn't feel the need to go elsewhere, not for a great long while.

That said, he needed no such excuse to visit the twins. They had the last sun of every sennight off; Deiter would lock up shop for the day before setting out for groceries, to visit friends, and to enjoy the city. Hakan took the opportunity, every time, to head back east. He was startled, on his first visit after six suns away, to find that he could recognize some of the letters in the sign hanging over Raif's shop; by his fourth visit, he knew enough to make out "Kermani's" in spite of the calligraphy and stylization.

Somehow, it had never occurred to him that the twins and their father were also possessed of a surname like Mister Lidenbok. He confirmed this with the family, who were startled to learn that the Viera had no such convention: surnames were either village names, so commonly shared as to prove meaningless in daily usage, or they were signifers of a man's elemental affinity. They explained to him their own custom, how surnames signified and traced lineage throughout the turns.

They were happy to see him, the twins especially. Raif got into the habit of preparing one of his specialty dishes whenever Hakan was to drop in. Elias was usually given the morning off; he and Hakan spent that time out on the streets, sightseeing and people-watching. Iona had the afternoons: she had little interest in loafing about, and instead insisted upon Hakan accompanying her to stores, to festivals, to the cemetery where she left flowers for her mother once a moon.

His life slowly settled into a routine. He was gainfully employed, he was receiving an education, he did not want for food or shelter, and he had his friends. By his fifth visit with the Kermani family, he well and truly believed that he was finally in the clear.

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Maroon – And I chose you

The one I was dancing with

In New York, no shoes

Greta walked up to the door of her studio apartment, keys in hand. She could hear the soft sound of music playing behind the door. She smiled to herself, as she unlocked the door- it had been a particularly busy day and she couldn’t wait to drop her customer service persona and finally relax.

Greta pushed her way into the apartment, stepping into the kitchenette, heels clicking on the vinyl floor as she set her bags down. Carson hadn’t heard her come in and was still gently swaying to You are My Sunshine by Jimmie Davis in the living room by herself.

Greta shook her head, a grin slowly spreading across her face as she watched Carson moving her hips back and forth to the chorus- completely off beat. God she’s a terrible dancer Greta thought to herself, memories of their first dance at the bar in Rockford sprung into her mind. She usually tried her best not to think about that night, what should have been a beautiful moment ruined by the reality of the world they live in. A world that would rather see her dead than happy with another woman. A world that made it impossible for her to love Carson in all of the ways she wanted to. She shook her head gently, trying to stop herself from spiraling any further. Bringing herself back into the moment.

She quietly slipped her heels off, padding over to the short brunette, who somehow remained completely unaware of her presence. When she got close enough, she reached out for Carson, caressing her arm from her bicep up to her shoulder. Carson jumped, startled by the sudden touch. The concern on her face quickly faded into a dazzling grin, cheek dimpling as she smiled up at Greta.

“Greta” Carson said breathlessly.

“Hi Chickadee, having fun?” She said with a wink.

Carson blushed, waving her hands around frantically as she explained “I didn’t even hear you come in, I just- I found this record and it’s one of my favourites and-I was waiting for you to come home and I guess I just lost track of time and- ”

Greta laughed at Carson’s rambling, taking her hand, and standing back to examine her for a minute before pulling her in tightly- chests pressed together lips almost touching. “I could teach you how to dance if you’d like” Greta whispered against Carson’s lips.

Carson’s gaze flickered up from Greta’s lips to focus on her eyes. “Really?” she asked unsure. “I don’t know if I’ll be any good- I never have been, Charlie always used to make fun of me for stepping on his feet…” she started.

Greta’s jaw tensed. She knew Carson and Charlie were over, she knew Carson had chosen her. She was here- in New York- with her. But it didn’t mean she didn’t get jealous, thinking of Carson spending her time…sharing her space with anyone other than Greta.

Greta tightened her grip on Carson’s hand trying not to be too possessive while she slid her other hand down to Carson’s hip squeezing gently. “Here, put your other hand on my shoulder, I’ll lead” Greta explained.

Carson followed her instruction, resting her hand lightly on Greta’s shoulder. Greta began to lead them in a slow waltz, swaying as the stylus moved into the next grove on the record and a new song started playing.

Greta noticed Carson looking down at her feet, desperately trying to keep pace with Greta’s as she moved them in slow box steps. Greta started to speed up her pace as the song reached its chorus and Carson’s steps faltered, stepping forward into Greta when she was supposed to be stepping backwards. Their shins collided roughly causing Greta to wince and step back from Carson who looked mortified.

“Greta- I’m s-so sorry, I told you I’m a lousy dancer – we should just stop, I’m a lost cause” she said looking down.

Greta hooked her finger under Carson’s chin bringing her gaze up from the floor. “The Shaw I know wouldn’t give up that easily- the Shaw I know goes for what she wants and doesn’t stop until she gets it” she said with a knowing smile.

Carson gave a small nod, “I just can’t follow the beat the same way you do” she said, frustrated.

Greta looked at her in quiet contemplation before she said, “Come here”, pulling Carson close again “put your feet on top of mine”.

Carson hesitated “I-I don’t want to hurt you” Greta brushed off her concern with a flick of her wrist “don’t be silly Carson, get up here.” She grinned wiggling her toes.

Carson slowly stepped on top of Greta’s feet, the new position leaving even less space between them than the time before. Greta wasn’t sure if she had ever been this close to someone – unless of course she was sleeping with them. As experienced as Greta was, this level of intimacy was new for her. None of the women she had slept with in the past had ever wanted to spend time with her like this- just existing in each others’ arms.

She took a deep breath and slowly began their waltz, counting the steps in her head until they fell into rhythm with the music. Moving with Carson on her feet was not nearly as difficult as Greta had expected it to be. She picked up her pace and Carson’s eyes were shining in the dim light of the apartment “hey – we’re doing it” she said excitedly.

Greta smiled down at her, moving them effortlessly across the living room and towards the kitchen. She was suddenly too aware of the way Carson was looking at her- at the way she was looking at Carson. Her chest tightened with a deep yearning – she moved towards the kitchen counter, purposely letting Carson’s back collide with the counter.

“Ow Greta, wha-” Carson started but before she had the chance to finish her sentence Greta hooked her arms under Carson’s thighs lifting her up onto the countertop, moving between her legs to pull her into a deep kiss. Greta’s nails dug into Carson’s thighs, pushing her skirt up around her waist to gain access to as much of Carson’s soft skin as possible. A moan caught in Carson’s throat as Greta slipped her tongue into Carson’s mouth.

Carson’s hands found Greta’s hair, pulling at the red locks. She was gentle at first and then rougher, more commanding. With intention she pulled Greta back and pushed her head down to the crook of her neck. Greta happily complied, placing soft kisses on her neck that became increasingly desperate as she sucked a mark onto Carson’s collarbone. She couldn’t help herself – not when Carson was rewarding her with small whimpers as she made her way across the newly exposed skin. She could feel Carson shaking beneath her touch but before she could move her fingers up her thighs any further, she felt another tug on her hair. Carson pulled Greta back by the hair until they were face to face, eyes locked on each other.

“I need you” was all Carson said, using the hand still wrapped in her hair to push Greta down between her thighs. Greta kneeled on the kitchen floor, spreading Carson’s legs further apart, taking a quick glance at Carson’s already soaked lace panties. She loved it when Carson took control like this. She could feel her own wetness dripping down her thighs in anticipation. She looked up at Carson with a smirk, “Now this is the Shaw I know.” She said with a wink, leaving the “and love” unspoken.

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Why Choose Service Apartments Over Hotels in Gurgaon?

The service apartments are increasingly gaining popularity, both for short-term and long-term stays, especially in the urban metropolis like Gurgaon. For its fast development and commercial hub, Gurgaon offers a range of service apartments suiting varied needs. One out of the many projects that truly stand out in this category is the Tapasya 70 Grandwalk.

Why Service Apartments in Gurgaon Are Gaining Popularity

Service apartments try to combine the home environment with hotel-like services. They are usually fully furnished living spaces, whereas kitchen facilities come standard with amenities like gyms, pools, and concierge services. This model particularly suits the business travelers, expatriates, families or individuals who relocate to the city for the flexibility and cost efficiency.

Gurgaon, which has become the hub for real estate has witnessed the entry of service apartments owing to the presence of several MNCs. There is a growing market for commercial property in this area and real estate developers are now building mixed developments with service apartments.

Tapasya 70 GrandWalk: A Luxury Service Apartment Destination

Tapasya 70 GrandWalk is a fully-fledged luxury service apartments destination that meets all needs of upscale short-term stay requirements in Gurgaon. Located in the heart of Gurgaon, this property is strategically managed by none other than the renowned Royal Orchid – Regenta group, known for their impeccable service and hospitality standards.

Key Features of Tapasya 70 GrandWalk:

1. Luxurious Comfort: All the service apartments in Tapasya 70 GrandWalk are designed to maintain a high class of comfort. The interior is tastefully furnished with high-tech facilities so that the guests do not miss the most relaxed stay.

2. Prime Location: Nestled in one of the busiest places in Gurgaon, this place puts guests in proximity to major commercial centers, dining facilities, and entertainment spots. The location is quite ideal for corporate customers who wish to be at a location not too far from corporate offices and other key destinations.

3. Outstanding Service: Service apartments at Tapasya 70 GrandWalk are leased to the Royal Orchid – Regenta group, bringing world-class hospitality services. The staff is also quite dedicated to fulfilling the needs of guests, further enhancing the quality of the overall stay.

4. Flexible Stays: Be it for a small business trip or a longer assignment, Tapasya 70 GrandWalk is perfect for both. This flexibility just works great for visitors who might consider staying for varied lengths of time.

5. Amenities and Facilities: Some of the amenities available in the property are free wifi, a kitchenette and cleaning services. The rooms are comfortable and well-planned for clients to have an easy dwelling whether for a short or a long stay.

The Role of Real Estate Developers in Shaping Gurgaon's Service Apartment Market

The increase in the number of service apartments in Gurgaon can be attributed to the active involvement of the real estate developers who understand the changing customer requirements and demands of new business travellers and expatriates. Since these developers are targeting specific commercial properties that offer both the lavish and practical accommodations necessary for short-term use, they are making a great impact in the city’s hospitality industry.

Developers like Tapasya 70 GrandWalk are raising the bar as far as serviced apartments are concerned and defining new standards of service and comfort for the sector. Their keenness on integrating modern amenities with exceptional service reflects a new trend in the real estate market where the lines between traditional hospitality and residential comfort are increasingly blurred.

Conclusion

For the travelers in need of premium serviced apartments in Gurgaon, Tapasya 70 GrandWalk is the first preference. With such magnificent accommodation and location, along with mind-blowing services, it gives the best example of the best standards which upcoming serviced apartments must follow. While Gurgaon is converting into a big business and commercial hub, the intelligence of service apartments like Tapasya 70 GrandWalk will keep contributing eminently to ensure smooth and enjoyable experiences for all kinds of visitors.

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Exploring Ultimate Comfort: Tempo Experience

In the realm of travel, comfort is king, and when it comes to group travel, nothing quite matches the opulence and convenience of a luxury tempo traveller. These bespoke vehicles redefine the journey, offering a blend of lavish amenities and seamless transportation. Let's delve into the world of Luxury Tempo Traveller, exploring their features, benefits, and why they're the epitome of sophistication in group travel.

Luxurious Interiors:

Imagine stepping into a world where every inch is designed to pamper you. Luxury tempo travellers boast interiors that rival high-end hotels. Plush, ergonomic seats adorned with premium upholstery welcome passengers to sink in and relax. Ambient lighting sets the mood, creating an ambiance of serenity and elegance. Every detail, from the intricately designed flooring to the meticulously crafted cabinetry, exudes luxury.

Cutting-Edge Entertainment:

Forget about dull moments during your journey. Luxury Tempo Traveller are equipped with state-of-the-art entertainment systems to keep passengers engaged throughout the trip. High-definition screens, surround sound speakers, and multimedia connectivity ensure that everyone can enjoy their favorite music, movies, or even conduct business presentations on the go.

Gourmet Dining:

One of the highlights of luxury tempo travel is the culinary experience on board. These vehicles feature well-appointed kitchenettes or even mini-bars stocked with gourmet refreshments. Indulge in a delightful spread of snacks, beverages, and even freshly prepared meals, curated to tantalize your taste buds. It's not just a journey; it's a culinary adventure.

Personalized Service:

The hallmark of luxury tempo travel is personalized service. Professional, courteous staff cater to your every need, ensuring a seamless and unforgettable journey. Whether it's arranging sightseeing tours, organizing special events, or simply providing attentive assistance, the crew onboard goes above and beyond to make your experience truly exceptional.

Privacy and Security:

Traveling in a luxury tempo traveller offers unparalleled privacy and security. Unlike public transportation or shared vehicles, you have complete control over your itinerary and who you travel with. Advanced security features provide peace of mind, allowing you to relax and enjoy your journey without any concerns.

Eco-Friendly Travel:

In an era where sustainability is paramount, luxury tempo travellers lead the way in eco-friendly transportation. Many of these vehicles are designed with energy-efficient technologies, reducing carbon emissions and minimizing environmental impact. By choosing luxury tempo travel, you're not just indulging in comfort; you're also contributing to a greener planet.

Tailored Experiences:

Whether you're planning a corporate retreat, a family vacation, or a destination wedding, Luxury Tempo Traveller offer tailored experiences to suit your needs. From customizing the interior layout to arranging special amenities and services, every aspect of your journey can be personalized to reflect your preferences and style.

Conclusion:

Luxury Tempo Traveller represent the epitome of comfort, convenience, and sophistication in group travel. With their lavish interiors, cutting-edge amenities, and personalized service, they redefine the way we experience the journey. Whether you're embarking on a weekend getaway or a cross-country adventure, indulge in the luxury of tempo travel and elevate your travel experience to new heights.