#floor-length window treatments

[janlock]

Bedroom Master in New York

[fyeahhyolyn]

Loft-Style - Living Room Inspiration for a mid-sized country loft-style limestone floor living room remodel with white walls, a two-sided fireplace and a wall-mounted tv

[alicesbookshelf]

Farmhouse Living Room - Living Room

Mid-sized farmhouse loft-style carpeted living room photo with gray walls and no tv

[acamouflage]

Living Room in New York

Mid-sized country loft-style limestone floor living room photo with white walls, a two-sided fireplace and a wall-mounted tv

[lihvamay1990]

Loft-Style - Contemporary Living Room

Living room - mid-sized contemporary formal and loft-style dark wood floor living room idea with gray walls, a concrete fireplace and a two-sided fireplace

[bigjerkart]

Farmhouse Living Room - Loft-Style

Living room - mid-sized cottage formal and loft-style limestone floor living room idea with gray walls, no tv and a two-sided fireplace

[manyaktranslations]

Traditional Home Office in Philadelphia Mid-sized traditional freestanding desk in a room with a dark wood floor, gray walls, and no fireplace.

[howyaben]

Living Room Loft-Style Example of a mid-sized cottage loft-style limestone floor living room design with white walls, a two-sided fireplace and a wall-mounted tv

[trxangleboy]

New York Loft-Style Living Room Image of a mid-sized cottage living room with a two-sided fireplace, gray walls, and a limestone floor in a formal and lofty style.

[sebastianchris]

Farmhouse Living Room - Loft-Style Mid-sized cottage loft-style limestone floor living room photo with white walls, a two-sided fireplace and a wall-mounted tv

[urhoneycombwitch]

rommate thoughts

getting up early in the morning to go to the bathroom and the world slows down down down to a viscous quality when you pass your roommate's door... are they still asleep? or will you bear witness to early morning noises? and what story will tell you? the sharp clicking and clacking of hurried dressing and rushed getting ready? lazy yawns and rustling sheets as they turn around for ten more minutes? maybe soft singing to shoo some lingering nightmares away? or other... soft things?

you know? <3

foreword: oh, Somna. I needed this softness today. this one goes out to those who might need it, too <3

cw: mentions of prescription drugs and weed

wc: 1.2k

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When the last of the summer sun slips behind the edge of the city, you and Eddie open all the windows in the apartment.

Moving with practiced fluidity, you slide the little window above the sink into place, the larger one by the breakfast nook gets the same treatment; Eddie’s tall enough to reach the hand crank for the pane overlooking the shower, then ducks into both of your rooms to undo the last two latches. 

You talk the whole time, exchanging laughter and comments even on opposite ends of the apartment. Cool night air floods the whole space, lush and floral from the hydrangea bush on the ground floor. This is the only ritual that makes sleeping in the summer months bearable. 

Some nights, Eddie rolls up and you choose the record, legs slung over each other laps, talking over the hazy smoke and crooning speakers. Others, you get takeout and watch whatever’s good on TV, Eddie’s legs making the perfect lean-to for your back. 

Some nights, you fall asleep on the couch- when this happens, come morning, there’s always a blanket tucked carefully around your form. Others, Eddie’s the first to drop- cheek smushed to your thigh, snoring lightly. You’re always gentle with him, rubbing his shoulder to get him up and in the comfort of his own bed, slinging his arm around your shoulders as you walk him down the hall.

Last night, both of you turned in early. Eddie’s got a bad case of allergies, and you were tired from work, so you took your respective medicine and leave, evening ritual shortened and performed apart with just the bedroom windows.

In the morning, the air of your room is still cool. Birds twitter with the rise of the sun. Soon, it will be time to close everything up, to keep the temperature down and the summer heat out. For now, you yawn, stretch, kick your way out of the comforter, and pad down the hall.

Eddie’s door is slightly ajar. His room is dark, but you can just make out the tangle of his curls on his pillow, sheets tucked under his chin covering the length of his body. You move on carpeted footsteps, approaching bedside with quiet intention.

Without his eyes on you, it’s easier to indulge, taking your time to drink in his sleeping face. You sink to your knees beside the head of the bed for a better look- in the muted morning light peeking through his blackout curtains, Eddie looks peaceful. 

His normal is theatrics, raised brows, sweeping expressions that draw you in and ebb like tides. In dreamland, he looks years younger, smoothed brow and lips parted slightly, breathing steady and sure. 

“Hey.” It’s barely a whisper. You pair it with a soft touch just under his bangs, skimming your fingertip across his forehead. “Eddie. Gonna wake up?”

He must have taken Benadryl last night- he’s usually first to wake, tapping on your door with breakfast options and being a hurricane of noise until you’re forced to join the party. 

You have the simple joy of watching Eddie’s face as he returns to you, to the waking world- a twitch of his lip, a couple of long, slow blinks. Consciousness crawls to the surface, leaves him rosy-cheeked and frowning, chasing your hand with his temple like a puppy.

You lay your fingers flat to his skull, thumb at the indent of his nose, and Eddie sighs, content. His eyes flutter shut again when you speak again. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmm.” The sheets shift as he lifts a heavy arm to stretch over his head, revealing a bare torso littered with ink. “Z’you?”

“Yeah.” 

“Good. ‘M gonna… get up ‘n make breakfast…” His words are clunky, slurred and stuck to each other, lids heavy with sleep still. 

From the floor, you sink a bit lower, scratching softly at the back of his head, grinning with amusement. “I don’t think you’re allowed to operate a stove while under the influence.”

His frown deepens, but he won’t make it stick, not for any length of time around you. Faux-upset ebbs, recedes, floods into a tired smile that takes up half his face. “Uh-huh. Might burn my eyebrows off. Would you still love me?”

Pretending to give it some serious thought, your hand slides down, a familiar weight at the side of his neck. “Hmm. Maybe we should stick to cereal today.”

“Asshole,” Eddie replies, fond and trying to draw out the jokes, sliding his own hand to your wrist to keep it in place. “What the hell. Can’t a guy lose his brows in peace?”

“We’ve got Cheerios, Golden Crisp, Cocoa Puffs-” Your valiant attempt to keep on track is overturned when Eddie tugs at your wrist with a whine.

“Christ. My brain is soup, maybe you can eat that ‘nd it’ll tide you over until I can move.” More insistent now, Eddie pulls at your elbow, then your upper arm, your other hand snapping out to brace on his mattress before you tip. “Jus’... lay with me for a bit.”

Closer now, your breath fanning over his ear as he pulls and you give your last bit of resistance- “You’re wearing boxers, right?”

“Jesus. You really think I’d subject you to the Morning Wood Show?”

“Okay.” You don’t sound half as exasperated as you’d like, moving with the help of his gravity; you sidle close to the wall, lying on your side and over the covers, propping your head up with one arm. “This bed really wasn’t made for two people.”

“Sure it is.” Eddie reaches for you again, and you go easy, let him pull you to his chest. Under your ear, his heart thumps, whooshing like a seashell that’s captured the sounds of the ocean. “See? Now will you kindly shut up. I’ve got meds to sleep off.”

“Coffee would help.” It’s a baiting tease. You don’t actually want to get up- far too comfy with the curve of his bicep across the blades of your shoulders. With your nose pressed to the hollow of his throat, you can smell everything that his skin has kept overnight- faded cologne, bar soap, sweat and earthy sleep.

“Shhhhutthefuckup before I eat your brains.” He already sounds like a faded version of himself, rasp lowering into that pre-dream tone. For comedic effect, Eddie opens his jaw to press the outline of his teeth to the crown of your scalp.

It makes you tremble with giggles, burrowing further into his body to get away. He soothes a palm down your back, and you settle again. 

Under your ear, his heart beats slower, then slower still, until you can feel the rumble of a snore build. Your lashes brush against his bare skin, lulled by the stillness of the room, the shared warmth of your bodies even through the layers of fabric.

When late morning arrives, you’ll make the coffee, and Eddie will do the dishes. For now, the air stays cool and ushers in the sort of slumber that only comes from sharing space with someone precious. 

[therealslimshakespeare]

WIP teaser

I got myself a lovely little request over a week ago for a Nurse!xBuck fic. Well, hi, it’s me, can’t not take that and run with it straight off the edge of the known world. I don’t even have a fixed name for it yet but I’ve been enjoying AU-ing our familiar faves to death with it

MOTA Pacific Theatre AU: yeah, you heard that right. Maybe it’s the anniversary of Iwo Jima currently happening or maybe it’s my ongoing crush on Ensign Jane Kendeigh, or -more likely- my subconscious awareness that nurse OC’s are a pretty favorited bunch for fandom writers, so I’ve found myself mixing it up entirely.

We’ve got Navy Flight Nurses and we’ve got Lt. Commander Doc Egan and co-pilots Cleven and Demarco who aren’t too fond of having to fly cargo planes full of wounded out of war zones all due to flight surgeon John Egan’s special request to have Cleven chauffeur him around. Oh yeah, and somehere in here there’s a developing thing between Cleven x oc Nurse!Ensign Maureen Kendeigh

TW: blood? Use of the word “Jap”

…

“You got it, commander.”

More than a little sure her mission was more provoking than necessary, Maureen still obeyed and followed Brady up the length of the plane and towards his station, then past it to poke her head between the pilots’ seats.

“Well, well, this is a pleasant surprise, getting car sick, kiddo?” Demarco joked, “Hey, I get it, I’d find it hell back there with no windows to look out.”

“Those mortars obligingly made a few.” Maureen joked back.

“Anybody hurt?” Cleven asked, and to her surprise, he turned from his panel to look at her with unmasked concern.

A joke was ready made there about everyone quite literally being shot to hell but she sensed he’d not appreciate it and following some uninterpreted impulse of desiring his good opinion, she hardly wished to repay his earnestness with flippancy. “Only one.”

“How bad?”

“He looked -dead.” Maureen admitted, she hadn’t gotten a good look at the man moving past him but she’d seen Egan’s treatment of the body and it wasn’t promising.

Cleven’s jaw worked overtime at the news and something snapped in his mouth, followed by a soft curse from lips too full and soft to always be so stern. Maureen thought he may have broken a tooth with all that tension but he spit out two halves of a bloodied toothpick instead. It fell to his pant leg.

“Major Cleven, sir, you’re bleeding.” It had drawn Maureen’s attention to his wet lap.

“That’s what I said.” Demarco agreed.

“It’s somebody else’s.” Cleven shook his head.

“You know if you pass out on me-“ Demarco warned, completely ignoring Cleven’s denial.

“-that’s why we’ve got co-pilots.” Cleven finished for him with a maddening smirk that made Benny Demarco throw his hands up.

“Can you check him?” he asked, “I mean -you are a nurse!”

“What? Hell no!” Major Cleven spooked for the first time all day at the suggestion, glancing quickly from his reddened trousers, behind him to Maureen Kendeigh, and back again. “I’m fine.” he declared in a firm tone that dettered her almost as much as the challenge of getting over the instruments and a steering column to pull down his pants and look. “Ensign Kendeigh, was there a purpose to your visit?” He redirected, resolutely ignoring Demarco’s unabated concerns.

“Yes sir,” she replied, meekly as she could, “Doc Egan asked me to remind you that you’re not flying a bomber. To mind the oxygen, sir. And that it’s cold.”

Cleven let out a mirthless little laugh. “We’re full of holes Ensign, of course it’s cold.”

“I know sir.”

“Yeah, ‘course you know,” his eyes lightened for a moment and Maureen almost deluded herself he was being chummy when he murmured next, “you’re smart like that. Tell the Lieutenant Commander I’ll keep her nice and low, so low the Jap navy gunners can blow the floor out without a sweat.”

“Thank you, Major.” Maureen chirped, pleased to have been trusted with a bit of morbid humor -it was the truest test of being taken seriously a woman could hope for in the service.

“Thank you, Ensign.” And with that she was dismissed.

[xomakara]

Physical Therapy (pt. 2)

SUMMARY |  Haechan is still in the hospital but you’re back to help him with his treatment. PAIRINGS | Haechan/Fem!Reader GENRE |  filty, filthy smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, mouth stuffing, public sex, nurse/patient RATING |  Mature LENGTH |  2,795 words AUTHOR’S NOTE |  So here is part 2 of Physical Therapy. I didn't think this could be any smuttier than part 1 but I guess I stand corrected lol. It is was it is lol. Thanks to @haechansfingers and @fnafgirl87 for asking about a part 2! I hope you enjoy it!

Part 1 here

The hospital room is bathed in soft, muted sunlight streaming through the window. Haechan, dressed in a hospital gown, sits propped up in his bed, his right ankle elevated. He flips through a magazine absentmindedly, his expression a mix of boredom and discomfort.

You enter the room with a warm smile. Your presence instantly brightens the room, and Haechan can't help but grin.

“Well, hello there Nurse Na. I think I need some extra-special attention today.” Haechan cheekily said.

You chuckled and approached his bedside, your dark hair cascading around your shoulders. You gave him a teasing grin. “Oh, you do, do you? What kind of attention are we talking about?”

Haechan winks playfully, and you roll your eyes affectionately.

“You're lucky I like you, Haechan.” You smiled. “So what can I help with today?”

“Can you help me use the bathroom?” Haechan asked. “I’d go but my ankle…”

“No worries, let’s go.” You said as you gently guided Haechan to the bathroom. You opened the door for him and he made his way into the room.

As soon as you close the door behind him, you help him on the toilet. You pulled off his pants and threw them across the room.

He raised an eyebrow at you in surprise.

“You know you don’t have to be shy, right? It’s just us. Besides, I know you wanted help with something else..” You said as you slowly lower yourself onto your knees in front of him.

“True.” He chuckled. “You seem to know what I want.”

You purred. “That’s because I love taking care of you.”

Haechan smiled. “So what are you going to do now?”

“First things first, we need to clean up your cock.” You replied with a mischievous grin. “Now be a good boy for me.”

Haechan watched with wide eyes and you quickly knelt down beside his legs, grabbing his shaft and guiding it toward your mouth. As soon as you took it between your lips, Haechan let out a loud moan.

“God, that feels amazing! You really know how to take care of me.” He exclaimed.

With a satisfied smirk, you continued to tease his shaft until he was completely erect. You then looked up at him and winked. “And since you already told me you wanted some extra special attention, why not return the favor?”

“Anything for you, noona.” Haechan said as he leaned forward to grab your head and bring you closer. Your hand moved up to his stomach, and you held him firmly while you gripped his cock, moving your hands up and down the length of it.

“Noona, please stop teasing me.” He begged. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

“I thought you wanted to enjoy the show?” You joked as you pushed him back onto the toilet seat.

“Of course, I did, but this is more fun.” Despite his sprained ankle, Haechan pinned you to the floor.

“You know what I really want, Haechan?” You asked, looking up at him. “I really want you to eat me out.”

“Mmm…I would love to see how you taste.” Haechan murmured out, kissing your nose gently. “Now if you don’t mind…I’d like to eat your pussy.”

You snorted at his choice of words and rolled your eyes. “Be my guest.”

With that, you crawled up towards his face and sat yourself on top of his mouth, grinding your pussy into his face. Within moments, Haechan licked his lips and bit your lip playfully, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your pussy. With a chuckle, you leaned forward and pulled him closer to you, your legs wrapping around his head. His tongue flicked your clit and you moaned loudly, bucking against his face, spreading your pussy open further. In seconds, he licked your clit again, this time taking his tongue and running it along the edge of your slit, getting your juices dripping down onto his chin.

You moaned out louder and arched your back, pushing your pussy onto his face harder, wanting him to lick you deeper. Suddenly, you felt his tongue pushing past your entrance, making you gasp and pull away. Before you could do anything, Haechan brought his hands under your ass, lifting you higher on his mouth, his tongue now inside your pussy. Your pussy muscles gripped at his tongue and Haechan laughed, pushing his finger inside of you. At the same time, he thrust his tongue deeper inside of you, moving it in different directions, driving you crazy. 

“Oh god…oh god…ahhh…ahhhhh…” You moaned out, trying to control your breathing, tears forming in your eyes from how amazing it felt. “Fuck…how does your tongue feel so good?”

“You’re welcome.” Haechan hummed out.

The heat from his breath hit your clit and the vibration of his voice sent another wave of pleasure shooting through your body. You grabbed the sides of his face and shoved his head closer, whimpering as he kept eating you out.

“God, you taste good.” Haechan moaned out, swirling his tongue around your clit.

“Y-yes…please keep doing that…make me come…” You begged.

A smile formed on his lips as he stuck out his tongue and ran it up your slit, your juices flowing freely down onto his mouth. After making you squirm on his face for a few minutes, Haechan stopped and looked up at you.

“So did you enjoy that?” He grinned mischievously.

“More than I thought possible.” You smiled back. “Thank you for letting me ride your face.”

“My pleasure.” Haechan said.

“Now let me return the favor.” You said, crawling down his body. 

Haechan smirked, watching you crawl down his body. Once you were sitting between his legs, you took his throbbing cock into your hand and slowly stroked it, sending a jolt of electricity right through his body.

“Mmm…I love the feel of your hand wrapped around my cock.” Haechan sighed happily.

Smiling, you kissed his cockhead softly before licking it once. Then twice. Then three times. You moved your tongue around the head and Haechan moaned, shivering with excitement.

“How does that feel?” You asked softly.

“It feels great…you have such soft lips.” Haechan groaned.

You sucked his dick deep into your mouth, enjoying the way his hips began to rock back and forth against your face. As you continued sucking his cock, you felt Haechan wrap his fingers around your hair and gently tug on it. With a small moan, you used your other hand to start massaging his balls.

“Oh fuck…goddd…aahhhh….” Haechan groaned.

You moaned and deep throated his cock again, swallowing every inch until you reached the base. Once there, you lifted your head slightly and started sliding your tongue over his shaft. As you kept sliding your tongue over his dick, you started bobbing your head up and down, bringing Haechan closer and closer to climax. Soon enough, he pulled your hair roughly and moaned out.

“Oh shit! Ahhhh….I’m gonna cum!”

Before he finished cumming, you had already swallowed all of his load and closed your eyes.

“Good job.” You said happily. “That was pretty good. How about we try something else?”

“Are we finally getting to the main part?” Haechan let out a laugh. “You think Jaemin would figure out what’s going on?”

“Funny story.” You said, straddling his hips. “Jaemin actually told me to fuck you.”

“Oh really?” He asked, one hand at your waist, the other coming up your uniform shirt to grasp your breast. “And why would your cousin suggest that?”

“Because yesterday you were testing my nerves by calling me all the time.” You frowned. “I needed a way to shut you up so my fellow nurse and Jaemin told me to just fuck you.”

“Well then we should probably make the most of it while we have his permission.” Haechan panted out, rubbing your clit, the hand between your legs not giving you enough friction. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.”

With that, you lowered yourself onto his dick and rocked your hips, riding him until you felt his tip at your entrance.

“Goddamn…your pussy feels so tight.” Haechan groaned out. “What do you want me to do, noona? Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

You grinded harder on his dick, moaning loudly, and grabbed his arms, placing them behind his back so he wouldn’t be able to move. Just as Haechan was about to push himself into you, you suddenly pulled away, leaving him confused. “Wait…what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” You said quickly. “Just remember to keep those hands behind your back.”

“Alright, but why are you pulling away?” Haechan frowned. “Do you not want me inside of you?”

“Of course I want you inside of me, but you need to promise me you won’t move.” You said seriously.

“Promise me.” You said firmly.

“Okay.” Haechan nodded.

Still holding onto his arms, you lowered yourself down slowly until you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance. It felt warm and wet, like nothing you had ever experienced before. Haechan slowly slid into you, filling you completely and causing you to moan.

“Oh god. That feels so fucking good.” Haechan grunted.

“You know you can say anything to me right?” You panted out.

“Anything?” Haechan asked.

“Yes, anything.” You said.

“I’ve always wondered…do you prefer me to go slow or hard?” He asked, leaning forward, capturing your nipple in his mouth.

“Hmm…that depends.” You moaned out, pushing yourself back against him.

“On what?” Haechan teased.

“On whether you can hold out or not.” You smirked.

Haechan chuckled. “We’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?”

You groaned loudly and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Don’t stop. Please…don’t stop.”

“Does that mean you want more?” He smirked.

“Yes please. Fuck me harder. Harder…harder…oh god.” You groaned out, struggling to catch your breath.

“You know, I'm glad Jaemin suggested for you to fuck me.” Haechan whispered into your ear.

“You should be glad that I decided to go through with it.” You let out a satisfying sigh. “Fuck, your cock feels good.”

“Yeah? That makes two of us.” He growled out, grinding himself against you harder. “Your pussy feels great too. Like it was made for my cock.”

With that, Haechan leaned in close to your ear and nibbled on it, making you squirm with pleasure.

“I wonder what else it's been made for?” He murmured quietly, moving his hand down your body to stroke your clit. The sensation caused you to moan and arch your back.

“What do you think?” You purred.

“I think I'll find out soon enough.” He winked and with that, he thrust into you faster, fucking you deeper than you've ever been fucked before. You threw your head back and bit down on your bottom lip as he pounded into you, finally grabbing your hips.

“God yes…fuck!” Your nails dug into his skin slightly as you bucked your hips, pushing your ass up towards him.

He let out a pleased grunt as you pushed down onto him even harder. It didn’t take long until he started moaning as well, reaching down to wrap your thighs around his hips, pulling you close to his body.

“Come on…let’s get this over with.” He grunted out. “I want to feel you come on my dick.”

“Do it…come for me.” His voice was strained as he thrust up into you, your breasts bouncing against his chest.

It took no time for your orgasm to start building inside of you, Haechan’s grunts turned into heavy panting as he felt you tighten around him, his fingers digging into your thighs tightly. He knew he couldn’t hold out any longer, his own orgasm rushing through his body as you let out another satisfied moan, milking his cock even harder, hitting every sensitive part of him.

As you rode out your second orgasm, Haechan leaned forward, his mouth brushing against yours softly, his breath hot against your lips. As you looked up at him, his cock slowly slipped out of your pussy, which tightened instantly. The moment he pulled out of you, his cum dripped out of your pussy, splattering across the tile floor below.

“Should we clean up and get you back to your hospital bed?” You asked, letting out a satisfied smile. “Jaemin and the boys should be here soon. Be careful with your ankle.”

You could hear Haechan chuckle as he wrapped his arms around you again. “I think I need some more healing before I can leave this place. I love being with you. Thank you for making me feel so good today.”

You smiled at him and gently kissed his lips. “Anytime. Now let’s get you back to your bed. Let’s hope Jaemin doesn’t realize what happened today.”

“What’s the worst thing he can say? We fucked and it felt good?” Haechan chuckled. “Don’t worry. He won’t tell anyone.”

“I’m sure.” You nodded. “Now let’s get you dressed.”

You sat down next to him on his hospital bed, wrapping your arm around his shoulder and resting your head on his shoulder. He gently rubbed your arm with his free hand and leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“Just don’t push yourself too much. You have to heal properly or else you will get hurt again.” You warned.

“Got it.” He nodded. “But first, let me show you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

Before you could say anything, he leaned in to kiss you passionately, putting his hands under your shirt and caressing your bare skin. After breaking off the kiss, Haechan looked down at you with a devilish grin. “But answer this question. What’s going to happen between us when I'm discharged?"

You paused for a moment, your eyes meeting his. 

"Well, Haechan," you began softly, "I've enjoyed getting to know you these past few days. You're not like any other patient I've had, and I feel a connection with you."

Haechan's heart raced at your words, but he needed to know more. "Do you think this connection could go beyond the hospital?"

You smiled, a hint of blush gracing your cheeks. 

"I think it's possible," you admitted. "But we should take it slow and see where it leads. After all, you'll need some time to fully recover from your injury."

Haechan nodded in agreement. "Of course, I understand that. I just don't want to lose touch with you once I'm out of here."

"Neither do I," you replied with a small smile. "This has been fun, hasn't it?"

A huge smile spread across Haechan's face.

"You have no idea," he replied, holding your gaze with his beautiful eyes.

"Maybe we should go out on a date after you're released from the hospital?" You suggested, continuing to press your palm against his leg.

Before Haechan can reply, the door swings open, and your cousin Jaemin enters the room with his friends. Before he could catch you, you got up from your seat and picked up Haechan's chart, pretending to look over it.

Looked like Jaemin didn't notic anything. Jaemin is delighted to see that you’re attending to Haechan. He excitedly greeted Haechan. “Hey, Haechan! How's the ankle?”

Haechan grinned, liftening his hand in greeting. “Hey, Jaemin! It's getting better, but I can't wait to get out of here.”

Jaemin nods, turning his attention to you. “Thanks for taking care of him, noona.”

You gave him a sincere smile. “Of course, Jaemin. He's been a good patient, for the most part.”

Haechan smirks at your comment. He gave you a mischievous wink. “See, I told you I've been an angel.”

Renjun and Mark exchange amused glances, while Jeno laughs.

“Well, you're lucky to have such a dedicated nurse looking after you.” Jaemin chuckled.

Mark raising an eyebrow. “Dedicated, indeed.”

Renjun nudges Mark playfully, and they all share a knowing look. You blush, but maintain your professional composure.

“I should get back to work. Haechan, I'll bring your lunch in a bit.”

As you start to leave, Jaemin leans in closer to Haechan, speaking in a low tone that only he and his friends could hear. “So, Haechan, you and my cousin seem very close.” 

“Did I ever tell you that I love you, my friend?” Haechan asked. “I always did have a thing for nurses.”

Mark, Renjun, Jeno and Jaemin share knowing smiles, and Haechan winks at them as they continue to tease him about his "special treatment" from Nurse Na.

As the banter continues, Haechan can't help but feel grateful for the care he's receiving, not only for his ankle but also for the unexpected connection he's formed with the beautiful nurse who has been by his side.

[thedailydescent]

underrated claudia moments?

Soooo many. These are just from the top of my head:

2x01:

-When Louis starts shouting at Dreamstat and Claudia barely looks up, like "Oh Louis is Louis-ying again whatevs". Bonus points when she dumps the bags into his hands afterwards.

-When she's so excited about finding a vamp she doesn't even care that Louis hurts her while setting her shoulder, and jumps up swinging the arm around while stumbling around him still talking. She's so excited and optimistic in this scene in a way we haven't seen since 1x04. I can picture Delainey joyfully narrating in 1x04 while trying to discover as much as she possibly can.

2x02:

-When Louis and Claudia are talking about getting a "hard meal", and we cut to Louis and Claudia walking towards their new flat. In the previous scene she was wearing boots, and in this scene, she's in the exact same outfit but in heels instead, clearly stolen from her "hard meal". I like that in this season she's trying to find a look that works for her and is experimenting, as you can see in her fashion drawings she keeps above her coffin. And I believe this is the only time in the series we see her in heels? (tap dancing shoes don't count). From a Doylist perspective I can understand: they want to keep Claudia looking as small as possible so the actress can still look like a child, but from a Watsonian perspective I think that while Claudia is stylish, she is also practical and realistic. She can't travel, explore, and protect herself as well wearing the form-fitting dresses and heel lengths of the period.

-When she throws down the man in the murder mansion scene and shouts "Yes!" It makes me so happy for some reason :)

2x03: "What do they know about Cincinnati?"

2x04:

-Claudia was openly sarcastic in this episode which was both great and sad. "Birdie looooves the breeze" (I can never watch that awful performance again but I remember that line delivery) There's also "Still dressing your windows for your German tourists?", "Sounds like a line", "Tell me again how Sam licks the stage after every show, and I'll tell you a job I'd rather do", and "Tuan could play the part".

-I hate the scene for how upsetting it is, but when Armand shoves her into the wall you can see her clasping his wrist while numbly looking down before looking up and widening her eyes in shock at the treatment. It's a nice bit of acting from Delainey- like there's this automatic tendency to check out whenever someone puts their hands on her, but her realization that it's coming from Armand of all people, the one she thought herself safe from what with him being with Louis and by I'm guessing not showing any violent behaviour until now. Despite the warnings from Santiago and Sam about Armand, it's still a shock.

2x06:

-The way she just stabbed that girl through the neck into the wall with scissors lol. Almost a nice callback to 1x07 when she stabbed Antoinette through the heart (I think?) into the floor. You team up with awful men as a woman to attack women, you're getting stabbed with a sharp implement.

-Her reading "How to Win Friends" while Madeleine's reading her diaries. Then insecurely looking up from said book to say her younger writing may come off shallow and uninsightful. Claudia she's reading your victim's last words lol.

-"Pull up a chair. Let's start again." The way she says it too how many times has Claudia had to be the grown-up here??

-That look she gives Louis that says a thousand words after he says, "Does it matter? Got the result".

2x07:

I'm not ready to rewatch that episode yet (or ever), but I loved Claudia's manic, disbelieving laugh when Lestat says some bs about her "being an artful predator, just like me". I also loved how she kept glancing at Madeleine every so often during the trial to see how she was doing, and I liked when she put her head on her shoulder after she gave that speech about it never being about her :(

[that-struggling-writer-lh]

A Flower for Every Secret Ch. 4 - Lavender Haze

Chapter Warnings:

Pure filth. MINORS DNI. 18+ content. Graphic sexual depictions, graphic language. Joel is a consent king.

Word Count: 2505

We couldn’t just say goodnight politely at my front door. We couldn’t just say see you tomorrow and make some joke about how Joel always waits on the porch for the newspaper delivery so they don’t throw it at his door. We couldn’t just say how much fun we had drinking together, socializing with all of those strangers. Joel had initiated something between us when he asked for that dance, when he tentatively kissed me. I knew the moment our lips touched I was absolutely fucked. All that I had registered was that Maria’s car was parked in Joel’s driveway and a blue, flickering glow of the television light from his living room window indicated all was well across the street.

We didn’t even fully make it inside of my living room before we became a tangled dance of black and lavender fabrics. I used only feel and memory to navigate the house backward as we pushed down the hallway. His hands gripping and groping, our loud, shaking breaths synchronized. All I could see, smell, taste, hear and feel was Joel Miller.

He was on his back seemingly in moments, his perfectly pressed jacket discarded on the floor somewhere between the front door and my bed, I straddled his hips, reaching over to flick on the lamp on my nightstand. Joel all but disappeared under the soft, billowing tulle of the dress. His hands searched for my hips under the mess of fabric, he pushed me down against his groin as his hips searched upward for my aching core. I hadn’t worn undergarments, I was unsure now if it was a blessing or a curse. As he gripped at the soft flesh of my hip bones, I clocked the exact moment he realized that despite being at such a formal event, I had been indecent from the moment I opened the front door this afternoon to greet him.

  “Fuck.” he breathed, letting his hands explore further before retreating from under my skirts entirely, I leaned down to begin working my lips and teeth along his neck, popping the first few buttons on his shirt undone in the process, “How often do you not wear underwear?”

I smirked against his skin, pressing my hips down against his again, peppering delicate kisses up to his ear, “I don’t think you’re prepared for that answer, Miller.”

His head tilted back and he let out a strangled noise, “Fuck.” he repeated, sitting up to unzip the back of my dress, the fabric fell from my shoulders with ease and my breasts were on full display for him. He wasted no time in dragging me further above him, sucking a nipple into his mouth, moaning against my flesh.

I dragged a hand through his curls and closed my eyes at the sensation of him, he gave my other breast the same treatment, softly biting, sucking and grabbing before I pulled away, wanting, no, needing to taste him.

His belt slid from the loops of his pants easily, and landed on the hard floor with a loud metallic clang-clang. Just as I freed his impressive length from the confines of his briefs he looked up to the ceiling and nearly whispered a near silent admission, “I’ve dreamed about this since that U-Haul pulled into your driveway, you know that?”

I bit down on my lip as I admired his length, then gripped the base of him and slid my hand up slowly, teasing his throbbing tip with the flat of my tongue. His breath hitched at the feeling, and just before I dove down to take his length into my throat I replied, equally as soft, “Then look at me and watch your dreams come true.”

He let out a strangled moan, tangling his hands into my hair as I sucked and stroked him in tandem. Struggling to take him fully, I was much too focused on watching each flex of his arms, abs, and listening to each of his noises and sentiments he whispered. Marveling at how it seemed impossible for one man to hold so much beauty. 

“Focus, baby. Relax” he dropped my hair and pinched my chin in his hand as I gagged on his length, “Take me, I know you can fucking take me.”

I looked up at him with doe eyes as my core clenched around nothing, and he perched up on his forearms to get a better view of me sucking his cock, “Good girl,” he drawled slowly as I forced my jaw and throat to open more, to let him rut into the soft warmth of my mouth, “You take me so well, Sweetheart.” 

I moaned around his length and dipped my hand under the heavy tulle and layers of fabric, needing to find an ounce of relief for myself, as soon as my eyes rolled back in pleasure he tutted me softly, pulling my mouth off of him and offering me a chaste kiss before flipping our positions so I was now on my back, him hovering above me on his palms, “Keep touching yourself,” his eyes were blown out in the soft lamplight of my room, his face flushed pink, his breathing still a bit erratic.

“Joel-”

“Touch yourself.” he said again, “I wanna see you touch yourself.”

I hesitated but held eye contact with him as my fingers dipped back in, collecting the slick through my folds before finding my clit and rubbing slow, gentle circles, “Joel.” I moaned his name softly, gripping his wrist with my free hand.

“Keep going, honey. Just you and me. Focus on me. Tell me how good you make yourself feel, tell me what you think about when you do this all by yourself in the dark.” he leaned down, peppering my neck with open mouthed kisses.

“I-” I hesitated, my voice starting to get lost in the sensation that I was causing myself, my hands picking up their pace, searching for that wave of pleasure to crash into.

He sealed his lips over mine, licking into my mouth softly, “Come on, baby. Tell me.”

“I think about you-” my own moan cut off my statement, my face heating in embarrassment, “I think about you, doing yard work, sitting on your porch with coffee, I think about, fuck, I think about how nice your calloused fingers would feel inside of my tight pussy, Joel. I think about how badly I want you. How from the very day I moved in all I wanted was to figure out your name, who you were, and how I could- how I could get you just like this.”

“You have me, baby.” he whispered into my neck and dipped his hand down to encase my fingers in his grip, bringing my slick coated fingers up to his mouth and sucking them in. He ran his tongue around and around until he was sure he got every drop of my essence, he let my fingers fall with a groan, “You’re so sweet, I don’t know how I’ll ever stop wanting to taste you.”

He took his time pushing himself under all of those layers of lavender fabric, running his fingers up and down my legs, each return moving higher and higher as he kissed, licked, and bit down on the plush flesh of my thighs, each kiss bringing him closer to my weeping core. When his mouth finally connected to my center, he took his time in tasting me, running his tongue through my folds, kissing around my vulva. Joel Miller liked to tease, taunt. It drove me insane to the point of begging, “Please, please, please, Joel.”

He chuckled against my heat, all I could see was the mess of curls my hands had made of his hair. I pulled the tulle back to see him, just from teasing me he looked wrecked, “Please, please, please, what?” he mimicked my pleading tone, “You need me, baby? You want me to make you cum?”

“Yes, Joel.” I nodded down at him and he teased my thigh with his teeth again.

“Ask me nicely, Sweetheart. Tell me you want me to make you cum.”

“Make me cum, Joel. I want you to make me cum, please.” my tone was a pathetic, whining noise in my ears. 

It seemed to do the trick, though. His mouth disappeared from view and I jolted with the sensation of his plush lips wrapping around my clit and sucking me in, I laid myself down and gave myself to his fingers as he wasted no time in testing the waters with his thick middle finger before adding his index, expertly using both his hand and his mouth to bring me closer and closer.

“Joel!” I cried out, my thighs trying to clamp down around his head, but he used his free hand to force them open to continue pushing me closer.

He groaned against my sex, and the feeling of the vibrations, coupled with the steady pumping of his fingers had my vision going white and my back arching as I pulsed around him, gripping his hair tightly.

He slowed his pace, letting me ride out my high and settle back down, when he deemed me ready, he sat up on his knees, “You did such a good fucking job cumming for me, baby.”

“I want you, Joel.” I panted, “I want all of you.”

He smirked as he settled his hips between my thighs and leaned down to press a chaste kiss to my lips, I reached down to guide him to my entrance and he pushed into me slowly.

I gasped at the intrusion, and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, he took his time stretching me to accommodate his size, each thrust of his hips he’d push a little bit further inside, “If you want to stop just-”

“I don’t want to stop, Joel.” I shook my head, kissed his cheek, his jaw, “I want you.” I assured him, and he nodded in answer, pushing himself to the hilt. The flesh of our hips connecting.

My eyes rolled back as he hit my cervix over and over again, as he pushed his hips up at just the right angle that he hit every point of pleasure in my body, “Fuck, baby. You’re fucking squeezing me.” he gasped out as he found a steady pace, ‘You feel so good around me.”

I added the pads of my fingers to the mix, rubbing quick, tight circles around my clit to get me to my second high faster, with each pant of his name, each crush of his hips to mine, it seemed like in no time at all I was pulling him flush to me, biting into his shoulder as I came around him a second time.

He let me ride it out once again before flipping me to my stomach, finally pushing my dress down over my hips, pulling the heavy fabric from my legs before helping me angle my hips up to the perfect height for him to sheath himself inside of me once again, he wasn’t as soft and gentle as he coaxed me to my third high of the night. He pulled my wrists behind my back softly and in a sweet, breathless voice whispered into my ear once again, “Let me know if it’s too much, and I can be softer.” 

I nodded in answer and as soon as he deemed that my response was good enough he wasted no time in setting a punishing pace in fucking himself into me, with this new angle he hit every nerve of pleasure inside of me, filled me so completely and ruthlessly that I was seeing stars without even being brought to that edge. Just so full of him, I wasn’t even sure if I could remember how to say anything other than Joel, Joel, Joel.

I didn’t even register he bent down to my ear until I felt his breath down my neck, his growling sending shivers down my spine, “I’m gonna fucking ruin you for any other man, if you ever fuck anyone else all you’ll be able to think about is how he isn’t Joel. How nobody is good enough to be inside of you but me. You understand, Sweetheart?”

I clenched my fists together as my eyes rolled back, unable to move under the weight of his body pinning me so perfectly down for him, “Yes, Joel.” I nodded, “Nobody’s ever made me feel so fucking good before.”

“Nobody ever will again, just me, baby.” his pace was starting to falter, and I knew by the straining in his voice and pace that he was close, I was, too. 

“I wanna cum with you, Joel.” I moaned out, pushing back against him to meet his thrusts.

He groaned, letting my wrists go to reach between my legs and rub my clit while he continued to fill me, “Let go for me, baby. Cum on my cock like the good fucking girl I know you are.”

“Oh my- oh my, God, Joel!” His words and fingers sent me to my third high of the night, and my knees struggled to keep me up as I felt him throb and empty himself inside of me.

He pushed off of me and threw himself down onto his back, panting and grinning.

I couldn’t help the smile that spread on my face as I let my hips fall to the mattress, laying next to him on my stomach, “Ruined for every other guy, huh?”

He smirked up at the ceiling fan before chuckling, “I can only hope so, anyway.”

I giggled in response, and he leaned toward me far enough that we kissed each other, delicate and unhurried, just like we had on the dancefloor just two and a half hours ago, “I think you have someone waiting for you to get home, Joel.” 

He sighed in answer with a solemn nod, “Maybe next time you can just pop over to my place, won’t have to worry about it until morning.”

I hummed happily in answer, and he swept a stray strand of hair away from my eyes, “That sounds really nice.”

“I’ll see you?” he asked, standing from the bed and slipping into his pants and shirt, not bothering to tuck anything in, his belt on, but hanging loosely from the loops.

I nodded, “Paperboy comes early.” 

He smiled, looking at me while leaning against my bedroom doorway, “Six ten every morning.”

“You’d know.” I rolled my eyes and threw a throw pillow at him.

He laughed and threw it back at me, “Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

I watched him walk across the street from my bedroom window, and when Maria’s car drove off and the light flicked on in the room exactly opposite mine, I couldn’t help but smirk again, totally not believing that the last few hours had been a total whirlwind of swooning. I hated to admit to myself, but Joel had me. Hook, line, and sinker.

[athenodora-sulpicia-writer]

Hii! Can you do a fanfic/headcanons just basically abt gn!reader being lady lesso's best student and the special treatment they get and basically leo being a motherly figure for them and being (so rarely) caring towards their mental health and so on (I have mommy issues in case you couldn't tell) bunch of fluff please!

Lavender's Blue: Lady Lesso x Student Reader (Motherly Story)

A/N: This is my first time answering a request on her so I hope you like it.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety.

You weren't a reader and your parents weren't famous villains so you'd spent most of your life, easily flying under other people's radar's, sometimes you liked it because it provided you with a sense of security and feeling of peace but there were times when you hated it and just wished someone would notice you.

you had now started at the School for Good and Evil and had been sorted into the School for Evil. At first you were apprehensive about being there, unsure as to whether you'd be able to fit or not.

It was your first day and nothing much happened outside of the usual first day of school stuff like getting your timetable and dorm room. It wasn't until your second day that you began your lessons and you actually enjoyed them all.

You seemed to be excelling all of your lessons (except for uglification of course) and quickly you were put into the centre of attention of most of the teachers, at first you liked it but you soon came to hate it as well.

It wasn't until your second week into the first term that began a new subject, Curses and Death Traps and then that's when you met her, the one teacher who quickly grasped your attention.

It was Lady Lesso, the Dean of the School for Evil that had quickly become your infatuation. Each time you had her you made sure to be the first in her lesson and because of how slowly you packed up you soon began to have the opportunity to speak to her.

From then each lesson you had before her's you would count down the minutes, then you would greet the red-head with a hello at the start of the lesso and a goodbye at the end. You'd finally found a place in this school where you felt safe, Lady Lesso's classroom and her presence had become your safe space, your place of security.

By the end of the first term you had now been able to have a full length conversation with Lesso and she would actually respond. She'd ask you how your day had been thus far and how you were finding your other classes, she truly become someone you trusted.

So much so that one day you'd forgotten to think other what you were about to say and had accidentally told her of how you'd suffer with anxiety and the chest pain it would cause you and after that day things began to change.

No longer were you sat at the front of the classroom where all the other student's attention would linger on you, instead Lesso had moved you to the back of the classroom, one of the windows closest to you was now always open during your lessons so you could breathe in the fresh air and lastly Lesso had made sure that a vial of lavender oil sat at your desk so that you could enjoy its calming scent.

She'd truly had put so much consideration into you and your lessons, you truly did lover her platonically of course seeing as you were only 15-years-old.

It was now a Tuesday morning and Lesso opened the door to her classroom, expecting to see you sat at your desk waiting for the lesson to begin but when Lesso surveyed the room you weren't there. It was then that Lesso began to worry, you were never late to one of her lessons. At first she thought you might have simply over slept and were on your way but when other students began to flood into the room and you weren't one of them Lesso truly began to panic.

Quickly, without any warning, she left her classroom not even bothering to find someone to cover her lesso, she didn't care, all she cared about in that moment was finding you.

Lesso walked speedily down the corridor her cane and heels clicking heavily on the stone floor as she walked briskly to your dorm, where she hoped you were.

Coming to the door of your room Lesso carefully opened the door and began to survey the room looking for you and that's when she found you curled up on your bed. Your head tucked into your arms, hair in a slight disarray and your body shaking slightly from what Lesso soon heard were sobs.

Lesso walked cautiously other to you, extending her arm out to gently pat you on the shoulder, "Y/n," She said calmly and quickly your mind registered the voice of your favourite teacher and you looked up to see Lady lesso standing other you.

"What's wrong?" lesso asked you as she disregarding her cane and sat on the edge of your bed, allowing you the time to answer. She knew that you just needed time and she would give you that.

"It's all to much!" you then exclaimed head looking up from your arms as you tried to wipe away the tears that sat atop your cheeks as you continued to cry.

Lesso's heart broke in that moment as she watched you cry anew unsure of what she could to help you feel better. Quickly, not caring for the fact of her injured leg that prevented her from walking far distances, Lesso brought both her legs up onto your bed, tucking when under the other and the she stretched out her arms and pulled you towards her chest.

She knew that you didn't want to speak, that you didn't want people asking you what was wrong, she also knew that all you wanted to do was to cry. You wanted to cry but you also wanted to held, to be hugged by someone who cared about you and that was what Lesso was doing.

Lesso had pulled you so close to her chest that now you were sat atop her lap, head resting just bellow her chin. Holding you like a mother would hold her child.

Lesso knew she wanted to do more, she wanted to help you stop crying and to make you smile. So not that she was all that happy about the Dean of the School for Evil did what all mothers and women did for their children when they cried and began to sing a lullaby to Y/n.

"Lavender's blue dilly dilly, lavender's green, when I am King dilly you shall be Queen. Let the birds sing dilly dilly, and the lambs play, you shall be safe dilly dilly out of harms way."

Lesso began to sing a lullaby to you trying all she could to make you smile and though she was annoyed to admit it as the Dean of Evil it had actually been her first idea to help stop your falling tears.

As she continued to sing the lullaby to you, you began to snuggle closer into her chest, your cries began to quieten until they stopped completely and Lesso sat there holding you. "I love you mummy."