#hot tub under gazebo

[rediscoveryandrecovery]

Pool - Mediterranean Pool Example of a large tuscan backyard tile and custom-shaped water slide design

[mysticallystilinski]

HOT TUB [ stiles x fem!reader ]

desc. HOT TUBS LEAD TO HEAT AS YOU AND STILES MAKE UP FOR LOST TIME

has : heavy making out, slight enemies to lovers, ( tatbilb references ), over-confident stiles.

stiles stilinski, the popular boy who just got over dating lydia martin. you, the slightly un-popular girl who just got the confidence to head on the school vacation to a cabin in the middle of the winter.

you thought in silence as you headed out the doors of the large estate talking with malia. “i don’t know mal, i just have a feeling somethings going to happen with stiles tonight.”, you joked. malia rolled her eyes as you made that slight statement. “y/n, you’ve been thinking ‘something will happen’ for about two years now, see the problem.”, she snorts. your face grew hotter as she said that, but you brushed off that pit in your stomach.

she took you by the hand and led you to the gazebo behind the hot tub. “look, theres stiles”, she groans out in disgust. you smirk in a way only she knows. “you’re not thinking about joining him? are you”, she snickers. you think in a daze of what would seemingly happen if you were to just meet at the hot tub coincidentally.

you walked over and around the gazebo as you heard a scoff coming from behind you. malias face was a mix of hurt, but also persuasion. you were met with a soggy haired stiles, staring into the deep blue water. stiles looked up from the hot water and connected eyes with you. he huffed a sigh as he saw you slowly take off your clothes revealing a purple bikini underneath it.

“you’re not really coming in here”, he laughed while shaking his head. “was that a threat stilinski?”, you say slyly with a smirk on your face. he throws his head back in a joking defeat as you head up the small steps, and step into the boiling water. it was a little too cold for your liking, but your skin never really warmed up. he licked his lips to rid of the moisture that was built up.

you stared into his soft lips as you slowly sat down in a corner to the hot tub. he scoffed as realization hit that you were probably going to stay a while. “you just had to come at the perfect time y/n”, he said in a hush. your face contorted as his little remark in confusion as if that was a good .. or bad thing. his face showed him being miserable, but his eyes told other things.

he scanned your body in tiny glances when he thought you weren’t looking. good thing you knew when people were staring at you. “stop staring stilinski”, you said while looking at the gazebo. out of the corner of your eye, you could see him roll his. “i’m not staring”, he says in his raspy voice. “i’m just admiring”, he groans as he slowly lifts his body out to the water.

he heads to your corner, and locks eye contact while standing above you. you lowered your head in embarrassment while he hovers. stiles took his hand, and slightly placed his fingers under your chin so that you’re now looking at him. he lowered his body deeper into the water, and connected his lips to yours.

they were soft, almost tasting exactly like cherries. his other hand lifted up to your hair, and intertwined with the locks. he pulled on your soft hair slightly, and you whimpered in response. you could feel him smirk through his face, and that cause you to feel butterflies.

he was so delicate, something you had never felt before. kissing him was like kissing a pillow. his fluffy lips interlocked with yours and he rubbed up and down your back with his hands.

he was different than the others. a little rough, but soft while his body connected onto yours. he unlocked lips and stood back up. stiles motioned for you to stand up also. “why did you stop”, you questioned. your hand was slightly grasped by his while he switched positions so he was now sitting in your corner.

you wrapped your legs around his torso and sat upon his swim trunks. you laughed while looking down at the starwars characters on the slight trunks. he looked down too, realizing what you were giggling at.

he slowly took his hand up to your hair. “you’re so pretty”, he whispered while locking eyes. your face began to flush once again. when he saw your face, he slowly lifted your chin up to admire your beauty. gladly, stiles managed to warm you up for the night. it was odd how genuine he could be when he wasn’t around others.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 1910 home in Springfield, NY is pretty reasonably priced. The large 6bd, 7.5ba house is $539K, but it is soooo maximalist, and it's currently a bed & breakfast. You know how I always wonder about the owner being able to pack it all up and get it out of there. Plus, the millions of holes in the walls. It will continue to operate as a B&B until it is sold.

In the hall they've got an office. Not something you see everyday, even in a bed & breakfast.

Here's one of the sitting areas.

And, it has a dining room.

Cramped 1/2 bath under the stairs.

I'm wondering if this is supposed to be the dining room, b/c it's outside the kitchen, but it's filled with the owners stuff.

From what I can actually see of the kitchen, it's large and has a lot of vintage features like where the cooktop is, the open pantry shelving, and some of the cabinetry.

Another sitting area. Look at the display in the fake grass on the left.

This is the owner's primary suite with outdoor access.

One of the baths.

So, this looks like a kitchenette for guests, at the top of the stairs. Look at all the stuff on the ceiling.

One of the guest rooms has a little pedestal sink in the corner.

Plus, an en-suite shower room.

This bedroom has a wood burning stove in the corner. This place would make me nervous w/all the clutter.

Plus, a shower room.

And, this room has the tub and shower in the room, itself. The sink is in the corner and the toilet is in a separate room. Each room has a theme- this is India.

Here's an African themed room.

The neatest room in the house is a guest suite on the 3rd level.

It has a private sitting room.

The large wraparound porch must accommodate all the guests.

The garden looks overgrown.

Here's a hot tub in the gazebo.

Another porch behind the house.

The lot is 1 acre.

https://www.zillow.com/.../619-E-Main-St.../30316263_zpid/

[luvfy0dor]

“Let's Cool Down" ♡⁠˖” ; Seasonal Scenarios! ੈ✩‧₊˚ Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader

Warnings; None

Description; Vacation house activities with Chuuya!

A/n; Lately I've been starting to utilize my queue. Also I think I'm flopping because I pick whack ass times to post. But anyways, there are some parts in this where I am just yapping away tbh

★ Chuuya likes sitting in a hot tub with his partner, a glass of wine sitting on the edge while he talks with you. He also likes late night ocean swims and teasing you.

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The soft feeling of the hot tubs jets against your back almost made you shiver. It felt nicer than you remembered from the other day and gave you a bit of a pleasant surprise as you settled down on one of the built in seats, your lover sitting right across from you. He gave you a relaxed smile, which you returned as you let your feet float up into his lap. One of his hands rested on your ankle, the other holding onto the wine glass he brought with him. His lips became stained with the red liquid as he sipped on it, the soft glow cascading onto his skin from the fairy lights decorating the gazebo of the vacation home. He had rented it out in hopes of relaxing with you for a few days, relatively limited on vacation time because of the nature of his job.

"Is it comfortable?" He asks, his voice as soft as the sound of the bubbles coming from the hot tub's jets. You hum, nodding your head as you made yourself comfortable in the body of warm water. The ocean was visible from the homes porch, the soft waves crashing onto the shore with the moon reflecting onto them. It added to the comforting atmosphere the two of you had created with one another. He held out his glass before speaking and breaking the vocal silence. "Do you want a sip?" He asked. You shook your head in denial briefly. "I'm alright, thank you." You said with a small smile. His arm retracted and brought the drink to his lips. "You were starin' at me so I thought you might want some. Is something on your mind?" The way he cared for your well-being and simply tried to make you feel better even at the slightest signs of discomfort, real or imaginary, made your heart warm a little. "No, sorry, I just zoned out." You reassured him.

He smiled at you and reached out to hold your hand under the water. Your conversations over the next minutes were occupied by plans of the coming days and memories of similar activities. As you talked with one another, exchanging small laughs and giggles, you could feel your body heating up. That and the scent of the chlorine could make you light headed. You couldn't help but feel a bit dizzy and as though your body had become lighter and more buoyant in the water. Chuuya noticed this again and took your hand, gently pulling you upward. "You look like your heatin' up, darlin'.." he says, pulling you closer to his body and stroking your back gently. "Yeah, I definitely am" you say, taking a deep breath and laughing a bit.

"I know something that could cool ya' down." He says, looking over your shoulder at the dark ocean. Your gaze followed his as your turned your head and upper body. "Hmm...is that really the best idea? I mean, it's really dark- and you know, the winds already cooling me down pretty well." You say while turning back to him. He nods and grabs your hands gently, interlocking both of your fingers. "Well yeah, but it could be fun! Do you really think I'd ever let my darlin' get swept away by the ocean?" He asks, a small grin on his face. You playfully roll your eyes and step out of the hot tub, your boyfriend following suit. The both of you walk down to the start of the sandy beach, him grabbing your hand and running down towards the water. You stumbled at first, but eventually we're able to keep up with him, both of you eventually getting to the water and being forced to slow down. You went in to your knees before your initial running came to a halt.

"Do you feel any cooler?" Chuuya asks, his lips tugged into a loving grin as he scooped some water up in his hands and splashed it at you. You laughed and splashed him back, yours was a lot more forceful, making him back up a bit with a chuckle. "A lot cooler!" You say, talking over the loud sound of the waves. The deeper the two of you went out, the closer you stayed to him. The waves were now crashing against your waist, Chuuyas grip on you allowing his ability to keep you upright and from being toppled over. The wind blew through his long hair and the moon draped a beautiful glow over his pale skin. He looked so gorgeous. He rotated his body to face you, his wet and dripping hand emerging from the water to gently cup your cheek. His thumb caressed your cheek bone as his face got closer to yours. "You're so... indescribable." He mumbles, pulling you in for a gentle kiss on the lips. Your cheeks heated up as you kept him close with your hand on the back of his neck.

You only broke the kiss for a couple of seconds at a time, pulling each other right back in. You could feel Chuuyas smile plastered on his lips against yours while they moved together. He squeezed your hip through there swimwear before his hand slid over the curve of your ass before lifting you up. You gasped briefly in surprise but you quickly adjusted through breathy laughs. Your hands were on his cheeks as you both kept eachother close. He pulled away after a moment and started to let you down before dropping you completely. You fell into the water and could already hear his laughter while submerged. You quickly resurfaced, your hair and entire body soaked now in the cold liquid. You wiped the salt water from your eyes before playfully smacking him on the shoulder. "You can't just drop me like that, Chuuya!" You say through snickers and deep breaths. He rubs your back, while simultaneously guiding you back closer to the shore, both of you grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm real sorry, can you forgive me?" He asks, holding you close. You place your pointer finger on your chin, pretending to be deep in thought over the matter. "I guess." You tease, leaning into his side lovingly. He smiles and kisses your cheek. "Thanks my love, you know I would never intentionally do such a thing." He says with a smirk. You just roll your eyes and nod along. "Totally."

[harmonyrae]

Power Couple

CHAPTER 7 - House on the Hill

It's time for the angst to level up... You & Sylus finally meet and begin your partnership to find the mysterious protocore. But is it a business dinner or a date? Even you can't tell anymore...

VISUALS: Dress Inspo: https://shorturl.at/imEwy Heels Inspo: https://shorturl.at/PcIm3 Visualize the Settings: https://shorturl.at/3XOoh

You sit in front of the vanity in your bathroom for a full hour before you finally work up the courage to start getting ready. How are you supposed to dress for this? Professional or sexy? Or both? Why are you so nervous about this? Why are you overthinking? Why are you…

Ding

A message from the burner phone that you have placed right in front of you on the vanity. You finish blending your contour before looking at the message.

(Sylus) Not long now. You’re not second guessing our deal are you?

You stare at your reflection in the mirror, tapping powder under your eyes. You love the game. Even though you feel like an idiot, you are loving every second of it. So no, you are not second guessing. You type out a quick reply.

(You) Why would I? I’ll see you in an hour.

You spend extra time on your liner to make sure it’s perfect. Well, as perfect as it can get. You take the curlers out of your hair and run a brush through it. Big soft curls, smokey eyes, rosy lips. You smile. The night will be over soon and you won’t have to think about him for another month. Unless you want to...

You pull a dress out of your closet. A dress you haven’t worn in ages. The soft black fabric wraps around you tightly, hitting your curves just right. The sheer fabric drapes off your shoulders accentuating your collarbone. The fabric continues down your arms, hanging loosely. You twirl your upper body back and forth, the extra fabric of the sleeves flowing around you. You grab a pair of shoes, thick heels with wraps to secure your ankles. At least you won’t trip tonight. 

Ding

You pick up your purse and the burner phone off your bed. You spritz your perfume on as you read Sylus’ new message. 

(Sylus) Just making sure. I look forward to seeing you, kitten.

You don’t bother to hide your smile. You will never admit it to anyone that you like his little nickname for you. But you fully intend to give him shit for it. You open your bedroom door to find Dorian waiting on the couch. He looks up to you and his mouth falls open. 

“Okay, what are you doing Y/N? Is this a business deal or a date?” The tips of his ears turn pink.

“You know better than anyone what I am capable of. I’m just making sure I have an edge.” Dorian rubs his eyes and stands, offering you his arm. You take it. 

“Well, you’ll certainly have the upper hand tonight. I guess I can only wish you luck.” He guides you through your front door and down the elevator.

The drive was quiet other than Dorian reviewing the escape plan and code words. You reviewed them in your head over and over. You were ready. Or ready as you’ll ever be. 

When the driver begins to scale, what Dorian referred to as “a small mountain,” you start to get anxious. After what seems like an eternity, the car pulls into the long driveway. You gasp at how beautiful the house is. Most houses in the N109 Zone are concrete. No white picket fences or rose bushes. But this house, it’s gorgeous. A brick facade, pointed scalloped roofs, a bright red door, the trees and bushes are trimmed and shaped. There’s a large stone fountain that sits in the front yard. You spot a gazebo surrounded by flowers next to the driveway that circles around the back where you assume the underground garage is. The backyard is full of huge trees, lights and what looks like more flower beds. You spot a hot tub and pool surrounded by string lights.This house was even nicer than some houses you saw in Linkon.

The car parks and you watch a large box truck, containing the protocore shipment, circle around back to descend into the garage. You walk up to the red door and ring the doorbell. Dorian is still in the car, watching you through the window. You give him a wave as if to say, “Go away!” But the car doesn’t move.

“I thought for a second you weren’t going to show.” Sylus stands in the doorway, eyes locked on yours. Jesus, how? How is he even more attractive? His sleek black suit must have been tailored just for him. His dark gray dress shirt unbuttoned just enough to feed your overactive imagination. His collarbone, the subtle definition of his pecks… A simple gold chain hangs around his neck and it glitters in the afternoon sun. You take a mental image, you’ll need it for later.

“You doubted me? Hurtful.” The fact you kept your composure and gave a sassy response, you impressed yourself. 

You glance over your shoulder and glare at Dorian. He finally relents and you see him say something to the driver before the car slowly pulls off down the driveway. You turn back to Sylus. He turns to make room for you to pass him in the doorway. 

The inside is just as beautiful as the outside. A stunning staircase sweeping off to the left, a huge entryway full of artwork, plush chairs and tables with vases. Sylus leads you through the living room. More paintings cover the walls, velvet couches, pristine wooden floors and a crackling fireplace welcome you. You journey through a spotless kitchen, a chef already preparing the dinner you and Sylus will be sharing. And god, it smells heavenly. Sylus opens a door in the hallway revealing a steep staircase. He turns to you, offering you his hand. You squint at him, but he only smiles back. You take his hand and he leads you down the stairs. 

You reach the door at the bottom of the stairs and Sylus opens it to reveal the underground garage. The box truck is already parked and the driver is leaning against it. You approach him and give him an envelope - a down payment for the extra weekend work. He smiles and gets into the passenger seat, tipping his hat over his eyes and settling in to take a nap.

Sylus is around the back of the truck talking to someone. When you finally see who he is speaking with, your eyes widen. Two men, both in black suits, ginger curls, both holding masks listening to Sylus with rapt attention. Sylus looks over to you and both men turn to meet your gaze. One of them gasps audibly, while slightly dramatic, you can’t blame him. 

“You!” Luke half-shouts. You smile and give him a wave.

“Hi Luke. How’ve you been?” Luke looks to his brother before staring at the floor. 

“Wait, is this-?” Before the other man could finish, Luke grabs his wrist and pulls him toward the staircase. 

“Kieran, Luke, find me if anything matches.” Sylus shouts after them as the boys run up the stairs. 

“I should say I’m sorry.” You say under your breath. Sylus huffs out a laugh.

“Luke getting kidnapped was just what he needed. He needed to toughen up.” Sylus opens the back of the truck to examine the neat rows of boxes, each filled to the brim with protocores.

“So how are you going to search all these boxes in one day?” 

“Why do you think I brought Luke and Kieran? They know what to look for and they’ll bring it to me to confirm. So, I think it’s about time I give you a proper tour of this place. What do you say?” Sylus smiles and gives you a wink. You find yourself holding your breath again.

“As long as there’s a glass of wine in my hands.” 

You finally catch Sylus in the act. His eyes trailing down your body. When he locks eyes with you, he doesn’t attempt to hide the fact he was staring at you. He reaches out his hand to you once more. And, once again, you take it, allowing him to lead you up the stairs. This time he brings his other hand to the small of your back. You’re glad the stairwell is dark to hide your smile.

Once you’re both back in the kitchen, Sylus grabs the bottle of Le Macchiole Messorio from the picture he sent you and two glasses. He walks over to the living room and sits on the couch. He pours the wine and motions for you to sit beside him. 

“I opened her up about 30 minutes ago. I was worried you’d arrive late and miss getting a taste when it’s at its peak.” Sylus holds a glass out for you. You take it with a smile.

“Good thing I wasn’t late.” You take a sip and close your eyes to enjoy the rich flavor. You’ve been drinking sweet wines for a while, not cheap, but nothing nearly this expensive and exquisite. When you open your eyes, you catch Sylus staring at you again over the rim of his wine glass.

“So the tour?” He takes a sip of his wine and stands, waiting for you to follow him.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Drabble weekend. I love this…. Hmmmm

Hot tub with Jensen in the snow. Can you include a little sexy touching 🥵😈 with the way he looks now cause his hair is amazing

drabble weekend

The snow falls steadily all around you but the gazebo you're under prevents the snow from falling onto you and Jensen. When you rented the cabin for the weekend, you didn't think you'd get a blanket of snow. However, now you can't think of anything more perfect than this.

You and Jensen made sure to get a cabin that had a jacuzzi so that you could be outside but warm enough to enjoy the stars above.

"If we stay in any longer, we're going to look like prunes," you giggle against your husband's lips.

"I bet you'd look sexy all wrinkly," he jokes.

"Oh, you got jokes now?"

Jensen pulls you into his lap and makes sure you're seated comfortably on top of him. The water sloshes from side to side, almost tipping out of the hot tub. His hands run up and down your legs, causing shivers to spike up your spine.

You wrap your arms around his neck and play with his hair that is sticking to the back of his neck. The heat from the water is making the two of you sweat, and you haven't gotten past a bit of making out.

"I love you," you whisper.

"I love you," he smiles and kisses you again, this time more passionately than the last.

[rosewaterboard]

Delivered to a house that had a hot tub built into the front porch, but they also had like. Another hot tub in the lawn under a gazebo. just double hot tubbing things up

[idiotwithanipad]

The Return Of The Rat (Pt1)

Amy (My OC) finds out about a new guest at the hotel who has no right to come back, especially after what his past self had tried to do, and what he lied about. Along the way, discovering new, frightening things about herself.

TW: Mention of choking to death, Swearing

“He’s got no chance! D’you see the way he swung that Putter?” The head in Amy’s hands laughed. They had found a surprising amount of hilarity in watching the living visitors play golf on the green. Although, judging them would probably be the appropriate term for what they were doing. 

Only last week, the Tudor had made their bond official, and, with the aid of his only living friend, Alison Cooper, had asked for her help in signing an adoption certificate declaring the young girl his daughter in the noble name of Bone. 

But the plan had been lopsided; the girl had spent every moment of her afterlife in the company of the Tudor since her second week of death, and the separation leading up to the day of the adoption was difficult for the both of them. 

While Amy held nothing against her friends for claiming that they had no idea what had become of Humphrey the entire day before the adoption, she decided to distance herself from them for the following week, save for Humphrey and a special woodland dwelling friend of hers now put to slumber by the Waning Moon. 

They watched as the golf balls flew overhead and glistened in the sun, rolling through the manicured grass and coming to a halt. 

"See! I told you he wouldn't manage it!" Humphrey blurted. 

Amy stomped her four inch platform into the grass and growled, although she still held an amused smile on her face. 

"Fuck it!"

The head in Amy's hands chortled. Amy paced over the grass towards where the ball had landed. It had rolled only a few feet away from the hole. 

"That's close enough to be considered a win, come on! I called it! I said he'd get close! " She barked, waving her hand down at the hole, clutching Humphrey's head under her arm. 

"The rules are the rules, that's six points for me and two for you..." The head snided playfully. 

"Two and a half for how close the damn thing is!?" Amy bargained. 

"Nope" Humphrey said, emphasising the 'P'.

"Nah, c'mon!"

The head merely chuckled and waggled his brows. 

"Best of ten then?!" Amy hounded, regathering his head in both hands before her stomach so he could watch as the living player retrieved the ball. 

Humphrey hummed for a moment and flicked his eyes up. 

"... Alright, best of ten"

The whole morning the two had spent watching the golfers. Amy wasn't a sports fan, even when alive, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy placing silly bets on who would win or lose with the Tudor. The day had been hot, the sun had burned many skins and caused the elderly to retreat back inside. A trundling drone had distracted Amy, even through the constant clamp of hear headphones stuck forever over her ears. 

She turned away from the golfers and faced the driveway. A small gazebo was erected, and beneath it was a table containing some plastic cups and some sort of machine. One that Amy recognised all too well. 

"No way!" Amy gasped. 

"What?" Humphrey asked, trying to flick his eyes in the direction he assumed she looked. 

"It's a slush puppy machine!" Amy smiled, already taking Humphrey and heading over to the table. 

Sheltered beneath the gazebo offered an ample opportunity for them to read all the flavours listed. 

"What are these, then?" Humphrey asked, his brow furrowing in confusion at the churning tubs of coloured ice. 

Amy practically salivated. 

"I fucking loved these things! They're these drinks, you- I dunno, blend down ice in this syrup and it's the dog's bollocks!" Amy beamed, her eyes gazing at her favourite two flavours; Cherry and Sour Apple. 

Humphrey clicked his tongue and averted his eyes upwards towards Amy. Amy paused; remembering then that Humphrey wasn't entirely used most to her vulgar language. He could handle a few f bombs and such, but some words, such as the one she threw out just then made his metaphorical gut clench. 

" .. Sorry. It's just been ages since I've seen these things!" Amy sounded like she was holding back her excitement. Humphrey's eyes scanned the labels beneath the machine. 

"Strawberry, Blue Raspberry, Cherry, Sour Apple- ooh, lots of choices then?" He mused, his tongue flicking out to lick at his lip briefly. 

"Yeah, they're so good! Especially in summer, I guess that's why it's here. I heard on the TV that there's a heatwave" Amy said, matter-of-factly. Not that the weather had any effectiveness on the dead anymore. 

"I dunno about you, but if I could pick one, I'd have to go for the Strawberry" Humphrey said, raising his eyebrows at the churning tub of red bliss. 

Amy rose an eyebrow. 

"Really?" 

"Well, I recall trying a strawberry as a boy, I enjoyed them then. As for the others, I can't quite remember what Cherry tastes like, I don't remember Apples being sour and Blue Raspberry... Well that's just not factual" Humphrey said, his eyes bulging at the thought of somewhere in the world, a plantation of blue raspberries growing. 

Amy chuckled and swayed slightly in the shade of the gazebo, delighting in the artificial fruity scent that the drinks gave off. Humphrey perked up. 

"You could've made one out of those Monsters you like!" 

Amy straightened. 

"Funny enough, I actually tried that once. Didn't end well. When I blended it up, it got too fizzy and kinda- exploded on me... I managed to try some though, watered down Monster... Not great" Amy said, recalling the embarrassing memory. 

Humphrey remembered seeing a blender once; he thanked his lucky stars that they didn't exist back in his time, he just KNEW that they'd be used as a torture device. 

"You could have a Wine flavoured one?" Amy suggested, sounding like a child off in a fantasy land where anything came in every flavour possible. Humphrey smiled. 

"That would've been nice. Mostly only royalty had ice houses back in my time, so ice was a rarity unless it was the dead of winter or a special occasion. My father was lucky in that regard, really. He had one at Richmond"

The pair fluttered around the slushies for a while longer, Amy began introducing Humphrey to the combinations people would mix, and that only made him want to taste them more. They didn't even notice the new flurry of cars which pulled into the lot, or the passenger which stepped out of a car, who regarded the place with a sense of familiarity. A deep dread. A nagging sensation of... guilt? Fear? Like a moment of judgement was at hand. Like he had the nerve and the unmitigated gall to show his rat face here again. 

After tiring of the golfers and fawning over the cold drinks, Amy and Humphrey retired back inside as the clock struck six. Although the rest of their ghostly crew gathered in the Higham Suite every night for film club, Amy and Humphrey took refuge in the room where Amy had met her fizzy, caffeine choking demise. 

A permanently locked and shady room in the East Wing, the same room in which Fanny would reenact her own death every night. The room had been left unbookable after Amy's death; as far as the hotel staff and owners knew, Amy's was the first death to happen inside the walls during the time the hotel had been in business. They probably should've done more homework and put two and two together on who those old oil paintings where of and they they still remained. 

The room was still and quiet, save for the sound of the TV in the next room over. Amy sat herself cross legged on the bed, the sheets not moving an inch at the contact. Humphrey's head lie on it's side in front of her, his eyes flicking over to the door, keeping his eyes peeled for a certain someone or something. Amy's brow creased, a question she'd been wanting to ask all week finally breached the surface and came into the light. 

"Humphrey?" 

"Yeah, Poppet?" He said, eyes flicking back up to her. 

Amy stuffed her hands inside her front hoodie pocket and stared down at the untouched sheets. 

"You know the other day when I couldn't find you? The day you-" Amy shrugged and gave a half smile, nodding her head over to the bedside table where her adoption certificate sat in its frame where Alison had left it, after a little bargaining with the man at reception to allow her access to the room. 

Humphrey blinked and smiled back at the framed document. 

"Well- where you okay?" Amy asked. 

The question puzzled the Tudor. 

"Course I was. Well- I heard you cryin'  and I wanted to drop the idea all together and go show you I was alright" Humphrey spoke. 

"You weren't laughing at me or anything, where you?" Amy asked, blinking in shame for making such a fuss. 

"You 'avin' a laugh? I could barely take it! The only thing that stopped me was hearing Silver talking to you. She always makes things better" Humphrey assured, his brow creasing at the thought of Amy assuming he'd taken joy out of her torment. 

"I guess it worked out alright, though?" Amy smiled. She tried to suppress the powerful yawn that slipped between her lips, but Humphrey spotted it. 

"Come on, get some sleep, you haven't slept all week. I'll still be 'ere when you wake up, Poppet" Humphrey blinked. 

No matter how many times Amy protested and claimed that she wasn't tired, Humphrey could tell it was a bold faced lie. Amy finally conceded and carried Humphrey's head over to a soft armchair by the window, his frequent sleeping place. She placed him onto the soft cushion gently and trundled back over to the bed. As soon as she curled up on her side, pulled her hood over her head and nestled into the pillow, she was practically out like a light. 

For about an hour, Humphrey felt like he could drop off any moment as well, but a certain someone that he had been keeping himself awake for entered the room through the wall. They shuffled and bumbled blindly, their arms braced out ahead of them as if blindfolded, but their eyes did work; they were staring right at themself. 

Humphrey watched as his detached body approached the bed and took a seat on the edge by Amy's feet. It seemed to twist it's upper body towards the sleeping girl to 'look' at her. It's clumsy, searching hand carefully came up to feel around gently for Amy's head still tucked away beneath the hood. It came to a slow stop when it found it's target and stroked softly, before it reached behind itself and pulled the thick layers of it's cloak over her body like a blanket. 

Humphrey smiled and finally let his heavy eyes drift shut, secure in the knowledge that this was his sentient body's way of letting his adopted daughter know that they would both still be there when she awoke. 

[artificialqueens]

Mayhem Day 4: Staying at a Bed & Breakfast Together (Camgeria) - Mar

A/N: Happy May trope Mayhem everyone! The most wonderful time of the year.

You can find this on ao3

Tags for @duckprintspress: rpdr fanfiction, may trope mayhem, angeria paris van michaels, lady camden, camgeria, angeria x camden, fluff, mar 

***

“Here’s the schedule with all of the activities we have here at the lodge,” the receptionist said in the irritatingly cheerful voice she had not dropped since the couple arrived. “We have basket weaving at three, a lovely hike through the woods at four, and you will not want to miss the gazebo under our emblematic magnolias. It is very romantic,” said the woman, her tone getting ever higher in pitch. “Dinner is at five and I am sure you will blend in perfectly with all the other couples at the lodge. This is a very friendly, accepting place,” she emphasized, like she was saying it as a mantra to guide her own attitude. She cleared her throat and her smile got so wide, it looked like her face would split. “I will leave you two ladies to settle down, but don’t hesitate to call any of us if you need anything.”

With that, she scurried out of their room and left the guests alone.

Camden burst out laughing as soon as the door closed.

Angeria slumped back on the door with her eyes closed, one hand on her neck.

“I feel like my heart’s in my throat.”

“Told you they’d buy it,” Camden said too smugly as she lounged on the king bed. The only bed in the room, which Camden said was necessary, otherwise no one would believe them.

“I don’t know that the honeymoon discount was worth the five years of my life we just shaved off.”

“You’re so dramatic,” Camden said, rolling her eyes. “Didn’t you do theater in middle school? Here’s your chance to flex those muscles again.”

“I played Villager number three for one play, and in the next one, they made me be a mountain. A non-speaking mountain,” Angeria remarked. Camden pressed her lips to keep from laughing. “You can imagine what my muscles are.”

“Well, you sold it,” Camden said as she got on her knees and gave her a round of applause.

“Only thing I did was hold your hand and nod while you talked a mile a minute.”

“And you played your part admirably. Very convincing hand holding, Angie, enough to make a girl feel like a real newly wed.”

“Shut up,” Angeria said as she bit a smile and pushed Camden’s shoulder. The girl flopped on her back and made grabby hands at Angeria.

“Come cuddle your wife.”

“You don’t get to make wifely demands,” Angeria said, taking her sweet time discarding the layers of clothing she had needed to face the countryside autumn. “Put a real ring on it first, not like this cheap shit you got us,” she said as she waved the metal band on her finger.

“No premarital cuddles?” Camden pouted. “You’re strict.”

I’m careful, Angeria thought.

Cuddling was all fine and well when they were back home, with their friends, and enough distractions to keep Angeria’s thoughts away from how much she wished she could hold Camden all the time. But for a long weekend in a secluded lodge advertised specifically to couples for its romantic ambiance, Angeria knew it was the start of a bad idea. Like the one that had gotten them here in the first place.

“So… basket weaving…” Camden said carefully, reading the pamphlet she had picked up at the front desk. “Not really my style, but if my wife wants to go, I will happily join her. Or do you wanna go sample maple syrups? That could be fun.”

“It could, but I was promised a hot tub,” Angeria said. “It was the main selling point, in fact.”

“Yes, and we will definitely use it,” Camden promised. “But don’t you think the hot tub will be even better after coming in from outside, shivering and with numb fingers?”

“You are such a weirdo,” Angeria said as she got her outside clothes back on. What could she say? Camden knew how to sell her on anything.

“That’s why you married me,” Camden said as she jumped up from the bed and planted a noisy kiss on Angeria’s cheek. “Let’s hustle, now. I read that if you drink a pint of straight syrup, they give you one for free!”

Camden guided Angeria downstairs by the hand, playing up the lovey-doveyness in front of the hotel staff, kissing Angeria’s cheeks and calling her pet names that made her gag. Angeria played along as best she could, and she had to admit it was fun to fool everyone. It gave her a kick of adrenaline that was pleasantly soothed by the gorgeous view of the forest right outside the lodge, and the steady motion of Camden’s thumb stroking her knuckles, holding her hand even when no one was looking.

Angeria filled her lungs with an air very different from the one back home. They could hear birds, and leaves under their feet, and a distant brook they both headed too without thinking. All this wonder, while Camden held on to her. Maybe she could enjoy that part, too. Maybe it wouldn’t be bad to play honeymooners for the weekend.

[masukala]

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[santafeilure]

They're at a party for the end of the summer despite it not being the end of summer, but it was an event meant to send off Kris to college a month later. The party easier to throw in advance as everyone was up in there air on leaving. Theo was only invited because of his girlfriend, Jean. @onlydances was his handler and apologist, not entirely the latter but she would apologize for him. Either way, this party was another excuse for them to be happy and have a good time before August 1st as that was the day. The big day. The break up. Theirs. Confused? Try to keep up.

He and Jean realized at one point that when summer was over she'd be off to school and he'd be back in Santa Fe for his own classes and dreams. There was no them at the end of it. It wasn't going to work for them, something long distance, something... hopeful. He wasn't going to be good at that and he didn't know if she would be either. He'd been the one to initiate the break up, but it'd been her idea to have the summer still. Let them have these two months to just say goodbye. It wasn't an easy time and they still had some arguments about things, but overall? It was going good. Every part of it. They were constantly together, constantly seeing each other when time would allow. And that meant attending parties together. Even ones that he was normally considered a problem at now. He was... still making up for that misunderstanding with Alex and his vodka.

It had been some party game that she pulled him away from, dragging him out of the house and towards the gazebo where an unoccupied hot tub sat bubbling away. He muttered something about not having their suits and she just rolled her big browns saying that shouldn't be a problem for them. Her friends? Distracted. They'd catch a hint at the sight of them both being gone. And with that they didn't waste anytime getting quickly into that hot tub, bare of clothing and hands instantly finding each other. His lips were magnets in finding hers and they pressed close, hands running along skin under hot water and smiles mixing into the kisses.

Didn't take long from there for their tongues to find each other, battling with a hungry wanton need for something only the other could fill. He didn't want to think on that though-- what holes she filled for him. He just wanted to focus on filling--

i need you so bad right now.

The words were groaned against his mouth and he smiles against hers, shifting with a mumble of his own, "Don't think we've had the chance to fuck in a hot tub yet..." he chuckles and leans into her, lifting himself so he can leave where he's seated. He gets in front of her and nudges her legs apart, hands settling onto either side of her on the edge of the hot tub. He can feel her legs working to wrap around him, drawing him in and up against her. It presses his already swollen dick to her, the heat of the moment and the needy breath easily getting him there. He barely hesitates to push into her, not giving a single fuck about the party going on inside or that this hot tub probably isn't the cleanest place to do this. All he cared about was the way she felt around him, hugging his frame close with her legs and rocking to meet every thrust.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

The only reason I can think of why this house hasn't sold, when it's way under $1M, is b/c it's so tasteless. It now has a pending offer, though. The 1930 home in Temple, Texas has 8bds, 7ba, and is listed for $595K.

It's not my style, but it starts out okay with a central staircase and an open sitting room to the left.

From the sitting room, you move to the dining room.

The kitchen's not bad. Like the fancy design on the island.

But, the kitchen is wide open and a step down to this family room.

Plus there's this odd sort of pantry/dining area/back porch.

I guess this is another sitting room or maybe a home office.

I don't understand the bedrooms. The primary has a built-in fireplace wall and off to the left is an area with a platform that I thought was for the bed.

But, then there's another fancier fireplace wall that's off to the side, so the platform's not for the bed.

And check this out. They built a kitchenette smack in the middle that divides the room. Note that the side the bed is on is a different color and has drapes to match the bedding. The other side is a different color with different curtains. So, the platform must be for a table, but what's the other side for? A sitting area?

This is the primary en-suite. But, say you want to swim? This house says, "I got you."

B/c the primary bedroom is open to the indoor pool and bar.

It's complete with a hot tub and diving board.

And, it looks like you also have a choice of swimming or walking down the 1st fl. hall, b/c this is the view from the mezzanine.

See how it kind of goes under that window?

No home like this is complete w/o creepy dolls. Looks like the bed is gone, so maybe they convey.

The room has a large vintage en-suite.

No idea what this is, a built-in bench on the 2nd fl. You can see that it's tucked into a corner of the mezzanine.

The garden isn't very big b/c the house takes up most of the .54 acre lot.

But, from up here you can see there's a nice gazebo.

[chaoticgeminate]

Kinktober 2022 - Day Twenty Four

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (If that was not entirely clear)

Series Summary: You’re a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn’t expect him to have a crush on you.

Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it.

You haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet.

Notes: Going to be using prompts from @the-purity-pen for my meta as hell indulgence! There are feelings in this (I have no idea how they got there) and I may end up removing some possible chapters here and there depending on how I’m feeling, I apologize in advance if that happens because my brain is super mean sometimes.

Possible Warnings: Outside Sex, Sex in the rainnnn, completely made up legal talk

Outdoor Sex (1.6k)

You were enjoying the rain, sitting on the balcony under the awning and just watching the misty calm around you, and you couldn’t help but look at the sky. It was set to rain all day, no thunder or lightning on the forecast, and you kind of wanted to go out and enjoy it properly. Javi was still asleep, the nap on the plane only sustaining him for long enough to get him past midnight, and when you’d woken up, he hadn’t stirred at all.

Briefly you’d entertained the idea of seeing if you could wake him up the way he had done for you but since you hadn’t quite had that conversation with him, even if he might’ve somehow implied it when you’d talked, there wasn’t any chance in hell you would do anything like that. Instead, you kissed him on the forehead and slipped on your bathing suit before heading down the stairs and out the back door, the rain felt good and the temperature was nice and comfortingly warm, your phone playing music from the safety of the rock shelf that hid the hot tub from an aerial view.

It was just nice, spinning and twirling and enjoying the feeling of warm air, cool rain, and peace.

Next time you did something like this you were damned determined to bring your girl squad with you, the ones you knew in person and your friends online, the level of relaxation you’d reached after taking a break from everything for three weeks couldn’t really be matched. The weight of your usual worries and fears, the mental and emotional toll of day-to-day life, felt manageable again.

Large hands, still warm from sleep, pulled you close and you squealed as Javi leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss; he tasted sweet with lemon, sugar, and fresh rain and you could feel him hard and wanting as you pressed your body into his as close as you could be.

“Someone woke up needy.” Your tease made Javi groan and pull you across the lawn to the gazebo so he could press you against the solid support beam, it was smooth from the sandy wind and water and your boyfriend groaned against your mouth.

“How can I not when I have someone like you to wake up to?” Javi’s voice pitched low, a seductive purr, and you felt that warmth spread across your cheeks at the flirty remark. You knew the stories of relationships falling apart once the honeymoon phase ended but you couldn’t even imagine something like that happening, every day you seemed to find more reasons to love him and crave him with you even if it was just sitting together reading or chatting with your friends while he watched movies.

His eyes were dark, eyelids heavy as he leaned back to meet your gaze, and you knew he was expecting you to argue; in the past you’d always flailed and flustered about being average, ordinary in comparison to most people, but you didn’t feel like that anymore. Javi brought out a confidence in you that even your harsh critic of a brain had a hard time finding faults in.

He smiled when you kissed him instead of arguing, fingertips dancing against the cut of your swimsuit in a very light tease of a touch, and you wrapped a leg around his to give him more access to you; his groan was deep from his chest as he breathed into your mouth, fingers playing you so expertly as the rain continued to fall.

“So fucking good to me, letting me touch you like this out here where anyone could see.”

Javi’s voice was right against your ear, panting harshly as you writhed against him, and one of your hands fumbled with his shorts as he worked you closer and closer with precision. The glide of two fingers in and out of your wet heat, the press of his thumb, made heat spark along your skin and the fact that you were just outside in plain sight set an inferno under your skin. The likelihood of being seen was slim, practically invisible with how much greenery was around the pair of you, but it was still present enough to make you wetter and wetter.

“Can I fuck you out here too, sweet thing?”

“Please-!”

It was like you flipped a switch with him, Javi shoved your hand away from his cock to pull himself out of his shorts, pushing your suit aside and spearing himself into you; he was intense, the fingers that had been buried in your pussy now holding your face with his thumb pressing into your jaw in a way that made him lick deeper into your mouth. Whatever had come over him made you clench around him, your body responding to his more dominant behavior, and Javi groaned when the wet sound of your hips meeting was only amplified by the rain.

“I can’t ever get enough of you, Solecita. You drive me fucking crazy, the way your smile lights up your whole face and the little wrinkle of your nose when I compliment you and you don’t believe me… the stubborn little look when you want to be upset with me but can’t, your pout when I don’t give you what you want right away. All of it makes me love you more and more, makes me want you so fucking much. In my bed, by my side, in my life… forever.”

Your heart skipped at the implication, wondering if he was doing what you thought he was doing, but a harsh drive of his hips stole your focus and sent you into orbit as he bit your lower lip with enough force that there was a bit of hurt and fuck if that didn’t make you soak him. You could hardly believe that he’d bitten you that hard, you definitely liked it, and Javi’s response to how hard you tightened around him had been to cum devastatingly early; gasping and seizing up like he was entirely unprepared for it.

He stroked you lip when his shuddering subsided, examining the indents of his teeth in your skin, and then Javi’s eyes darkened again. But your second round was interrupted by your music cutting out to play your ringtone, and not the one for work, so he released you with a soft sigh to tuck his cock back in his shorts and followed you under the rock shelf as you hastily dried your hands. Luckily the Wi-Fi here was really good, mainly because it was a massive vacation spot, so you didn’t have any issues with the connection as you answered the phone as professionally as you could just in case given that you didn’t recognize the number.

“Apologies for interrupting your vacation, my name is Neil Holt, Gabriella reached out to me with your publishing contract. I was planning to wait but she assured me that you’d want to take this call?”

“Oh, yes, she’s absolutely correct! Thank you for reaching out to me so quickly.”

“Of course, well I’ll make this quick so that you can get back to your vacation then. You would have to purchase the publishing rights from your former company, a price can be negotiated and I’d be happy to work with Gabriella if you wanted to get that started as soon as possible, and since you went through their publishing agency they are obligated to fulfill all print orders up until your official purchase while paying you agreed wages.”

“I actually want to be involved in the process of negotiations so I’m not looking to make any moves yet, mainly because I need to make sure that they don’t try to claim rights to the novel series in the works at this moment, but I do appreciate your offer. I also want to begin looking at book printing companies myself and have something set up for when I do make the split. If I send you the royalty and wage information, the current numbers at least, could you maybe work up a price range so that I can make sure the printing companies I find don’t make this a bad move?”

“Right, of course. I can absolutely do that if you send that on over to me.”

“I’ll have it over shortly, Mr. Holt, thank you so much for your help.”

“Not a problem at all, talk to you soon.”

Javi was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet when you ended the call, it was one thing to mention over the phone you were ready to move but another for him to be with you as you began the process of figuring things out. You turned to look at him and Javi kissed you breathless, your chest heaving by the time he did let you go to breathe, and you knew you’d remember this moment -his expression of endless joy- for the rest of your life.

“I have a surprise for you.” His whisper made you hum and Javi led you upstairs, trailing water from the rain through the house as he stopped to kiss you through the walk, and when you got to the bedroom he had your laptop open and to your surprise his Tumblr page was open to a new post.

A fanfic he’d written.

Just for you.

“Javi-“

“This was my way of showing you that truly, with all of my heart, I am okay with and encourage you to keep writing whatever makes you happy.”

He yelped when you turned so suddenly and whined and kissed him breathless this time, it was so stupid how fucking soft you were for him and how much it meant that he’d written fanfiction for you.

About you.

Using your own published novel series as his playground.

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[theharrowing]

Idk if anyone has asked this before, but do you have a visual of some kind for the mansion in Collateral? I've been trying to imagine it but my mind keeps going back and forth when descriptions of the rooms come and pool come up! MY BRAIN is killin me. pls and thank you <3 loving the story so far

OKAY SO tbh i can't remember every detail, but let me try to make this make sense ... under a cut in case people dont care about random mansion images on their dash.

i think i made things black and gold--like black marble and gold furnishings--and of course, we have the ridiculous blue velvet furniture. if we're standing at the doors that lead to the pool, we see something with a layout kind of like this:

through the hall is where the men congregate, and the front door of the mansion is also there. imagine this is very lonnng can seat 6 lmao

if you go upstairs and straight, it's mc's room and the bedroom felix & changbin were using. to the right is yoongi's bedroom. i want to say i was going to have yoongi have a study and library to the far left, but i don't think i have ever written a scene using a room like that. from standing here, at the bottom of the stairs, to the right are the dining halls, and to the left is the kitchen.

i can't find a pool i like, but i think it was rectangular with diving boards on the left, two slides on the right, and a hot tub area also on the right. at the back of the pool, if you walk around the left side, are gazebos with cloth coverings. kind of like this, but with long beds:

unfortunately, i did not actually look up photos for inspiration, so nothing is completely accurate. i wish i could draw lmao i would make a little sketch. but i feel like if i tried to doodle it, i would just make everything more confusing.

walkin-closet is something like his, sans window:

idk if this helps or makes it worse. but, whatever you picture, you are correct lmao.