#Smart Washing Machines and Dryers

[hometechtips]

Smart Washing Machines: Revolutionizing Laundry Day

🌀 Tired of traditional washing machines? Discover the top 5 smart washing machines that are changing the game in laundry day! Save time, energy, and money with these cutting-edge appliances. #SmartWashingMachines #LaundryRevolution #SmartHome

Introduction: Benefits of Smart Washing Machines:Top Smart Washing Machines:Conclusion: Introduction: Imagine a world where your washing machine does more than just clean your clothes. With smart washing machines, that world is now a reality. These innovative appliances not only make laundry day a breeze but also offer a range of features that save time, energy, and money. In this article,…

[soni-dragon]

Never ever EVER buy household appliances with ai in them. Most ridiculous things I’ve ever encountered

[washingmachinesadelaide-posts]

Energy-Efficient Washing Machines: Save Money and the Environment

In the realm of household appliances, energy-efficient washing machines have emerged as champions of both economy and sustainability. These innovative appliances not only promise cleaner clothes but also significant savings on utility bills and a reduced environmental footprint. This article explores the benefits of energy-efficient washing machines, their key features, and how they contribute to a greener, more cost-effective laundry routine.

Benefits of Energy-Efficient Washing Machines

1. Lower Energy Consumption

Energy-efficient washers are designed to use less electricity and water per cycle compared to traditional models. Advanced technologies such as sensor-based load detection and improved motor efficiency ensure that these machines deliver optimal cleaning performance with minimal resource use.

2. Cost Savings

While the initial purchase cost of energy-efficient washers may be higher than standard models, the long-term savings on utility bills make them a wise investment. Reduced energy and water consumption translate into lower monthly expenses, offering homeowners significant savings over the lifespan of the appliance.

3. Environmental Impact

By conserving resources, energy-efficient washing machines help reduce the carbon footprint associated with household activities. They contribute to lower greenhouse gas emissions and promote sustainable living practices, aligning with global efforts to combat climate change.

Key Features of Energy-Efficient Washing Machines

1. Front-Loading Design

Most energy-efficient washers feature a front-loading design, which typically uses less water and energy than top-loading counterparts. The horizontal axis drum allows for more efficient washing and spinning, resulting in faster drying times and further energy savings when used in conjunction with a dryer.

2. High-Efficiency (HE) Technology

HE washing machines are equipped with advanced features such as variable spin speeds, soil sensors, and adaptive water levels. These technologies optimize performance based on the size of the load and the level of soil, ensuring thorough cleaning while minimizing resource consumption.

3. Energy Star Certification

Look for washers certified by Energy Star, a program that identifies energy-efficient appliances meeting stringent efficiency guidelines. Energy Star-certified washing machines not only save energy but also meet high standards for water conservation and performance.

Choosing the Right Energy-Efficient Washer

1. Capacity and Size

Consider your household's laundry needs when selecting the washer capacity. Energy-efficient models are available in various sizes to accommodate different family sizes and laundry volumes.

2. Cycle Options

Evaluate the range of wash cycles and settings offered by the washer. Look for features such as quick wash cycles, delicate settings, and options for cold water washing, which further enhance energy efficiency without compromising cleaning effectiveness.

3. Brand Reputation

Opt for reputable brands known for manufacturing high-quality, durable appliances. Brands like Samsung, LG, Whirlpool, and GE Appliances offer a range of energy-efficient washing machines with innovative features and reliable performance.

Maintenance and Care Tips

1. Regular Cleaning

Keep the detergent drawer, door seals, and drum clean to prevent mold and mildew buildup, which can affect efficiency and longevity.

2. Proper Loading

Avoid overloading the washer to ensure optimal performance and avoid strain on the appliance's components.

3. Use Eco-Friendly Detergents

Choose detergents formulated for high-efficiency washers to maximize cleaning power while minimizing environmental impact.

Conclusion

Energy-efficient washing machines are not only a practical choice for saving money on utility bills but also a proactive step toward reducing environmental impact. By investing in these appliances, homeowners can enjoy cleaner clothes, lower operating costs, and contribute to global sustainability efforts. As technology continues to advance, energy-efficient washers are becoming increasingly accessible and affordable, making them a worthwhile addition to any eco-conscious household.

Make a positive impact on your budget and the environment by choosing an energy-efficient washing machine that aligns with your needs and values. Embrace sustainability without sacrificing performance with these innovative appliances designed to revolutionize the way we do laundry.

[avonengineering]

Best washing Machine For Laundry Use

When it comes to selecting the best washing machine for your laundry needs, Avon Engineering washing machines stand out as a top choice. Here's why:

Experience hassle-free laundry days with our Washing Machine’s intelligent features. Moreover, from automated water levels to precise wash cycles, it ensures optimal cleaning while conserving resources.

Trust in the gentle touch of our machine. Additionally, with carefully crafted wash programs and drum movement, it ensures your clothes are treated with care, preserving their quality and extending their lifespan.

Say goodbye to stubborn stains. Furthermore, our Washing Machine boasts advanced stain removal technology, effectively targeting and eliminating even the toughest marks, giving your clothes a fresh lease on life.

We understand the importance of sustainability. Consequently, our machine is designed to optimize energy consumption without compromising on performance, reducing your environmental footprint and utility bills.

Whether you have a small load or a hefty batch, our Washing Machine’s generous capacity can handle it all. Regardless, there’s no need to compromise on laundry volume or quality.

Simplifying laundry chores, our machine features an intuitive interface. As a result, easily select wash cycles, customize settings, and monitor progress with just a few taps.

Bid farewell to noisy laundry sessions. In addition, our machine operates quietly.

Crafted with precision engineering and quality materials, our Washing Machine is built to withstand the rigors of frequent use. Therefore, it’s a reliable companion for years to come.

[wileys-russo]

grace clinton, at home, “have you taken my chocolate?”

chocolate thief II g.clinton

"baby!" you looked up at the thick scouser accent ringing through the house. "yeah?" you called back, currently loading up the washing machine with its second load of the day, another basket to be folded sat on top you'd just taken out of the dryer.

"yeah?" you repeated again when there was nothing back, rolling your eyes. "baby!" you groaned as again your girlfriend yelled out, kicking the washing machine door shut and storming off to find her.

"what!" you sought her out in the kitchen with a huff, her head buried deep in the pantry. "have you taken my chocolate?" she accused, rummaging around and moving things as you sighed.

"i was literally a hundred metres away and you yelled down the house to ask me about...chocolate?" you asked in disbelief as she gave you a look over her shoulder and resumed her search.

"obviously. because i can't find me chocolate and you're the number one suspect!" you scoffed at that as she gave up and pulled her head out of the pantry with a scowl, crossing her arms grumpily over her chest.

"well?" she asked impatiently as you raised an eyebrow. "well what?" you questioned right back crossing your own arms and mirroring her body language. "have you taken my chocolate?" the footballer asked as you rolled your eyes.

"no, no i haven't. now if you'll leave me in peace i have to finish doing your laundry!" you turned around and walked off hearing her whine behind you. "where is it!"

"maybe you ate it clinton? did you consider that?" you called back, grabbing out the detergent and setting up the machine hearing her footsteps follow after you.

"yes. but i think i'd know if i ate me own chocolate babe!" grace appeared in the doorway as you sighed, flicking on the washing machine as its hum filled the room and you turned to the basket of clean clothes.

"oh so now you wanna be sweet?" you chuckled feeling arms wind around your torso and her chin find home on your shoulder. "m'always sweet baby, thats why ya fell so deeply in love with me." she teased kissing your cheek as you only hummed, feeling her hands move around patting at you.

"are you checking my pockets for chocolate!" you realized, pushing against her so she stumbled back and whipping around to shoot her a glare, hands on hips as she smiled guilitily.

"no? i was...checking for your phone. i can't find mine so i was gonna use yours to call it!" she grinned, clearly proud of her excuse as your eyebrows raised. "the phone thats right there? in your pocket?" her grin dropped as you pointed to the obvious lump in her joggers.

"ah look at that, you're just so smart baby...found it for me." she laughed awkwardly rubbing her neck, backing out of the room as you advanced on her, taking off in a run as you charged after the taller girl with a yell.

~

"babe?" you called out, grace ignoring you as she crouched down reading the back of a packet of energy drinks with a frown of concentration.

"babe?" you tried again, a little louder tapping your foot impatiently as again you were ignored. "grace!" you grabbed a packet of crisps, lobbing them at her as they bounced off her jacket and finally she looked over.

"oi what you playin at! now they're gonna be all smushed." your girlfriend huffed as you rolled your eyes. "rest of the list? do you mind helping me for once instead of trying to sneak in things we don't need!" you sighed shoving the piece of paper in her hand.

"pft baby we don't need a list! everything we need is all up here." the dirty blonde grinned tapping her forehead, balling up the list and throwing it in your cart as you huffed and grabbed it out.

"in that case then i didn't realise hot air was on the list." you grumbled, squealing as her fingers jabbed at your sides for the comment, flicking your ear and shoving you before you caught your footing and she'd already taken off down the aisle.

"grace!" you groaned in annoyance as she'd grab things and all but throw them at you to put in the cart. "we don't need that." you sighed for what felt like the tenth time, trying to keep a track of your budget in your head which felt ten times harder the more random items appeared in the cart.

"this is why i don't bring you with me when i go shopping. we do not need three cans of pringles!" you put them back on the shelf ignoring your girlfriends complaining, pretending not to notice when she snuck one of them back in with a gleeful smile.

"heads up!" you spun around hearing a familiar voice as you were almost done, in the final aisle now as grace barely had a second to brace before her best friend was launching onto her back sending her stumbling over and almost to the floor.

"celine! get off me you rat." your girlfriend huffed shrugging her off as the norwegian grinned, greeting you with a smile as the two messed around for a moment discussing tomorrows game.

"might want a few more of those, the way that you put them away the other night!" your head whipped up at that as grace dumped a bag of her favourite chocolates into the cart. "she what?" you raised an eyebrow and grace elbowed the girl with a subtle shake of her head.

"yeah! after team drinks, we went back to your place and played fifa and you were just eating chocolate after chocolate after choc-" "well so lovely seeing ya celine, but we best be off!" grace shoved the girl as her boyfriend appeared, sending her a filthy glare before hurrying to grab the cart off you and hastily wheeling it away.

"so you ate your own chocolates you've been accusing me of the entire day!? you get back here clinton!"

[todorkihoe]

Red Hot

Now, he doesn’t know what he was expecting the item to be when he decided to grab it. Perhaps he thought it was a sock or maybe a handkerchief. But what he was not expecting was a skimpy pair of lacy, fiery red panties.

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

genre: smut 18+

content warnings: panty stealing/sniffing/licking, solo (m) masturbation, unprotected sex, some embarrassment/getting caught, oral & fingering (f receiving)

word count: 3.2k

synopsis: you accidentally leave behind a pair of your underwear in the laundry room and your hot neighbor steals them

a/n:  literally like the first thing i’ve written in 3 years lmfaooo but fun fact about this fic is that it was originally a todoroki fic that had been rotting in my drafts and i found it and thought hmmm this could be repurposed. also the actual HELL i had to go through getting tumblr to work before i could post this could not be understated

You were a mess today. Truly a mess.

Now that’s not to say that you aren’t a mess every day, but today is particularly bad. You’re just thankful that you’ve managed to avoid everyone in your apartment building as you trudge down to the basement to get to the communal washers and dryers.

If anyone were to see you they’d be horrified, to say the very least. It had been too long since you’d done a load of laundry, leaving you to wear a too-small pair of shorts, an old stained t-shirt, and mismatched socks. Not to mention the haggard expression on your face from many sleepless nights of studying and working. 

So in short- you were a mess.

You once again luck out as you walk into the laundry room, delighted to see that no one is around to hear you grumble about your chores. You hum quietly as you pull the detergent and scent-boosting beads from your laundry basket and pour a bit of each in, taking a whiff of the fresh scent. Doing laundry was horrible but nice-smelling and clean clothes were not. You continue the task of transferring your dirty clothes in the washing machine until you’re so rudely interrupted by someone else entering the room.

But not just anyone of course. No, because Gojo Satoru is definitely not just anyone. 

He’s the hot neighbor you’ve had a crush on since the day he moved into the apartment across from yours, and you’re not the only one. Nearly everyone in this building has a crush on him and for good reason. He’s tall and strikingly handsome with a strong physique and voice that sends a pleasurable chill down your spine.

You’re hardly able to contain a flustered squeak when he acknowledges you with a smile before setting up at the washer next to yours. You bite your lip to keep from saying anything stupid because his presence is intoxicating and if you lean a just little to the right you’d be able to smell his cologne and-

“Y/N?”

At the sound of your name leaving his oh-so-pink lips, you blink stupidly multiple times to see him looking at you with a slight, knowing grin. Cocky bastard.

“Huh?”

“Oh, I just asked if I could borrow some of your detergent. I accidentally forgot mine up in my apartment,” he reiterates as that stupid grin remains plastered across his face. You rush out a “yes” and hand the detergent to him, unable to meet his piercing eyes after zoning out in a fantasy about him when he was standing right next to you.

You feel your face heat up in embarrassment, knowing that Gojo isn’t stupid. He’s smart enough to know when people are checking him out. The longer you stand next to him, the more you start to overthink the short interaction and the more you want to leave. So you do. You rapidly throw the rest of your clothes in and close the washer before hurrying away without saying goodbye. 

Gojo watches you practically run out of the room in surprise. He knew he flustered you, but did he do something wrong? He ponders the situation while putting his clothes in the washer and looking over at the laundry basket you left before he spots a singular red item in the white basket. Now Gojo knows that he shouldn’t look; it’s not his business if you forgot something so he definitely shouldn’t look. And it’s certainly not the gentlemanly thing to do, but it’s you and Gojo wouldn’t call himself a particular gentleman.

Now, he doesn’t know what he was expecting the item to be when he decided to grab it. Perhaps he thought it was a sock or maybe a handkerchief. But what he was not expecting was a skimpy pair of lacy, fiery red panties. 

His eyes widen in pleased surprise at this unknown side of you and he can’t help the flush of blood to his face and other places. He curls his fist around the fabric as images of you wearing nothing but the underwear flood his mind and he fails to fight the tightening of his pants.

Gojo snaps out of it quickly, realizing he’s standing in the very communal laundry room holding your panties. What should he do with them? There was no way he was going to chase after you while holding your underwear, he couldn’t open your washer and put them in because the cycle had already started, and he couldn’t put them back because when you came back down you’d certainly know that he’d seen them. What was he to do?

Gojo made his decision and turned back to his washer to put the rest of his clothes in before leaving. 

With your panties in his pocket. 

He quickly makes his way to the elevator, thankful that he hadn't run into anyone while sporting an impressively large bulge in his jeans. He steps into the elevator and presses the number of your shared floor before backing up against the wall. Riddled with only mild guilt and overwhelming lust, Gojo lets out a long sigh before the image of you under him once again appears and he slides his hand into his pocket, rubbing the thin lace of your panties between two slender fingers.

When the elevator doors finally open, he quickly walks out and pauses in front of the door to your apartment for a moment, picturing what you might be doing. Picturing what you might look like in… He then walks over to his own door and unlocks it with shaky hands before stepping in and locking it immediately.

His fingers drift into his pocket and he pulls the panties out to look down at them. God this felt so dirty, stealing his neighbor's underwear and getting hard with them in his hand. Gojo knows he should probably feel guilty but at this point he doesn’t care, bringing his hand with the panties down to his clothed crotch and grinding against it with an airy groan. His head falls back against the door with a quiet thud as he continues to palm himself through his jeans.

Gojo imagines you beneath him, wearing only the red panties, calling his name, and begging in your sweet voice for him to touch you. He lets out another quiet groan at the thought of you and makes his way to sit down on his bed. He pulls his shirt over his head, imagining it was your hands stripping him of his clothes. Without thinking, he brings the panties up to his nose and inhales your scent deeply while using his other hand to rub the bulge in his pants.

As his tongue pokes through his lips in an attempt to taste your juices on the fabric, his hand desperately fumbles with his zipper to free his aching cock. He lets out a low moan as he wraps his hand around his long shaft, slowly rubbing his thumb over the leaking tip and gasping out your name.

“Fuck Y/N-” he moans out as he starts to slowly slide his hand up and down his length. His whole body felt hot at the idea of you. As his desperation builds, so does the pace of his hand, becoming tighter and more erratic as an uncontrollable slew of words falls from his mouth.

“Dirty girl…probably left these for me to find,” he groans through clenched teeth. “Wanted me to picture-f-fuck-picture what you’d look like with your legs spread for me u-ugh,”. He brings your panties down from his face to wrap the fabric around his cock, furiously bucking his hips. Seconds later, with a strangled groan, he spills into his fist and all over your delicate lace. 

Satoru looks down at his mess and sighs heavily, laying back in bed and filled with a lust-addled determination to get you in here with him.

Later the next day, when Satoru takes the elevator down to the lobby to retrieve some mail, he spots you unlocking your mailbox and strides over. Upon feeling someone enter your space, you look up and are shocked at the sight of Gojo staring straight at you.

“Gonna run off again, neighbor?”

You sputter out some pathetic non-answer and he only chuckles at you while unlocking his own mailbox, right next to yours. In the past few months that you and Gojo have been neighbors, you’ve rarely spoken or gotten to know one another. As if reading your mind, he asks, “Would you like to come up for coffee? If you’re not busy, that is,” as he grabs a few letters from his mailbox.

You can feel the heat rise to your face and can’t help the look of surprise. You mean to say “yes” or nod but without thinking, simply ask “Why?” giving Gojo a look of surprise as well. You swear you see a tinge of pink on his cheeks as he chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. “Dunno…thought you might like to share a drink. If not, that’s fine-”

“No! Sorry no, I mean I’d really like that, yeah,” you respond a bit sheepishly. He smiles at you and extends his arm, gesturing to the elevator, letting you enter first. He follows in as you press the button to your shared floor, shifting from foot to foot a little awkwardly in the silence. Neither of you says anything as the elevator reaches your floor and you continue in silence, following Gojo to his apartment right across from yours.

Sometime later, after the both of you spent a copious amount of time trying to figure out Gojo’s fancy coffee machine that he had apparently never used, you’re both sat in his living room engaging in light conversation. He seemed to be very interested in your life, asking about your work, education, and hobbies rather than talking about himself. The attention focused solely on you was intense but welcomed, and you were glad that the awkwardness from earlier was gone.

Upon laughing at some stupid joke Gojo made, you spill a bit of your drink on your hands and shirt. “Oh, jeez, would you mind if I used your bathroom real quick?

“Oh yeah, of course. I’m assuming our layouts are the same so you know where it is?”

“Down that hall, right?” you ask, and when he nods in confirmation, you walk in that direction. It appears that your respective apartments were built the same way so you turn right at the end of the hall, thinking it’ll be the bathroom. Wrong. You’ve now accidentally entered Gojo’s bedroom, but before you turn on your heel to go left instead, something that’s bright red in color catches your eye from his nightstand.

You can’t tell what it is from here, but it does look vaguely familiar and you know you should absolutely not snoop in his apartment. You’re a guest and sneaking into his bedroom is just about the most invasive thing you could do but you can’t help yourself from tip-toeing in. When you reach his nightstand, your subconscious suspicion is confirmed: there is, in fact, a very scandalous pair of your underwear sitting on your neighbor's nightstand sporting very curious stains.

You stand in shock for a moment, deliberating your next move. Pretending you never saw this and turning around to go to the bathroom was an option. But the knowledge of this scene would certainly eat away at you in more ways than one. The other option is to confront him about this, and without even really weighing the pros and cons, you hook one finger around your underwear to lift them and walk back into the living room.

“Did you find the bathroo–Oh..” Gojo’s voice trails off weakly when he sees the item in your hand. His mouth gapes open and closed like a fish and a deep crimson begins to paint his cheeks as he struggles to find anything to say. You stand silently and expectantly, warmth bleeding into your face in a similar fashion.

A few more tense moments pass before he attempts to clear his throat and explain. “When we were in the laundry room the other day, you…you left them and I..took them and then-” his voice begins to crack in embarrassment at the end of the statement, the reality of what exactly he’d done with your panties hanging in the air.

His gaze is almost pained as it drops back to the floor, fearing your disgust. But, you don’t feel disgusted, rather you feel quite flattered, and it emboldens you to take a step forward, voice dropping to a lull.

“Y’know..these are my favorite pair and you ruined them.” Gojo flinches and opens his mouth but you cut him off with a seductive whisper, “I think you should make it up to me.”

He lifts his head quickly in surprise, assessing your demeanor closely before a dangerous glint appears in his eyes. “Yeah?” he asks throatily. You answer with a nod, not trusting your voice to be strong enough. He tilts his head, considering you for a moment, and before you can react, he’s stepping forward and his lips are crashing against yours. 

You respond with a fervent kiss back, arms wrapping around his neck as he walks you back against the nearest wall. He groans against your lips while his hands busy themselves with touching you anywhere possible, gripping your hips and sliding up your shirt to paw at your chest. You squeal as he lifts you up to carry you to his bed, lips never parting from yours while your panties lay forgotten on the floor.

He sits back down on the mattress, holding you in his lap as you grind your hips down on his prominent bulge. He lifts your shirt over your head and begins attacking your neck and chest with kisses. “Gojo,” you sigh breathily, threading your fingers through his hair. “Satoru,” he responds, whining when you echo him and remove his shirt to satiate your own desires.

All flushed and pretty he pulls back to ask, “Can I touch you, sweetheart?” and lays you back in the covers as soon as you nod rapidly. 

Your pants are gone in seconds and Satoru pauses to admire the sight of you finally in his bed. You, however, grow impatient quickly and yank his hair, pulling a needy whine from his kiss-swollen lips. “Thought you were gonna make it up to me?” you pout, causing a wolfish grin to spread across his face. 

“Oh, I’ll do more than that.” And then he’s leaning down and pulling your panties to the side with his teeth before diving in. With the way he moans against you, you might think he was enjoying this more than you, tongue laving over every inch of you, flicking your clit, and pushing into you.

“Satoruuu..” you whine, encouraging him to bring his fingers up to rub against your dripping entrance. 

“Fuck say my name again, baby.” You comply with another long moan when he rewards you with his fingers, tongue never moving from your clit.

“I’ll admit…” he begins idly, “You’re so much fucking prettier than I imagined. Fucking gorgeous.” Your cheeks burn and your hands fist the sheets tightly as his palm grinds against your clit, long fingers pumping into you and stretching you out. Satoru has to hold your hips down as you cum with a high-pitched squeal, his own hips pathetically humping the mattress below him.

While you lay panting and recovering from your high, Satoru fumbles to push his pants and boxers down, exposing his aching cock to you. Long, thick, and painfully hard. You can practically see his cock pulsing for you as a little bead of pre-cum leaks down the side of him. Entranced, you reach forward and brush your fingers over the leaking tip, causing him to hiss through his teeth. Looking up at him with wide, lustful eyes, you grin, “Will you fuck me now, Satoru?”

His head drops back and his cock twitches at your words before he’s climbing over you and spreading your legs wide to make room. “You don’t even have to ask, baby..”

You moan as he slides his cock up and down your cunt, coating himself with your slick. Satoru flicks the hair out of his eyes to get the best view as he just barely pushes the tip in, watching how your lips part for him.

You both dig your nails into each other when he finally slides all the way in like that’s where he was meant to be all along. Satoru wastes no time in setting a fast, hard pace that hits the most sensitive parts of you every time he sinks back in. The noises shared between you, the moans, the whines, the wet squelch of your pussy every time you suck him back in..it all makes you feel like you're on fire

“Wanted to-f-fuck-wanted to do this for sooo long, sweetheart,” he moans against your ear, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. Each sloppy drive of his cock into you pushes you up the bed until he wraps his arms around you and drags you down onto him like his own personal toy.

You can’t even think straight with everything he’s doing, it’s all so much. The weight of him on top of you, the force of his hips pressing into yours, the sound of his voice in your ear-all of it just drives you closer and closer to the edge, clenching around his length. You dig your nails deeper into the corded muscle of his back and guturally moan, “T-Toru..g’na cum! Need to-”

“Y-yeah let me feel it,” he croons in your ear and reaches down between you to rub frantic circles over your clit, voice pitching to a near whine when he feels you finally gush around his cock. You shake violently against him, hips bucking up uncontrollably. Your orgasm triggers his and he lets out a drawn-out moan, hips slowing as his cum floods into you and mixes with your own juices.

“That’s it-fuck..take it all, pretty girl,” he moans, continuing to grind his cum deeper into you before collapsing down on top of you. He presses breathless kisses to your neck and shoulder while you run your hands through his damp hair, the both of you sighing contentedly.

Satoru pulls back just enough to grin stupidly at you, “Did I make it up to you?” You only groan and playfully push his face away with a laugh.

Later, when you’re relaxed in bed and tucked into the crook of Satoru’s neck, you giggle.

“Oh, Satoru?”

“Yeah?”

“You owe me a new pair of panties.”

a/n: pretty please alert me to any spelling/grammar errors and I luv him :3

[steddieas-shegoes]

Not a hc or sentence. But maybe a situation. Steve is the one on the right (on top of the... dryer??) and Eddie is left. 😄

If it sparks something! If not that's totally okay too!!

ACTUALLY LOVE THIS.

It's not technically spicy but it's suggestive and does mention sex.

"Where is it?" Eddie's entire upper body was in the laundry basket, searching for his one and only nice button down shirt.

Steve was watching him look, shoving a bite of cereal in his face.

They were both mostly naked, only having woken up 20 minutes before and pushing getting ready until the last possible moment.

"Steve, seriously. Where did you put it after you washed it?"

"Where do all things go after I wash them?" Steve said around a mouthful of Honeycombs.

Eddie stood up and turned to Steve, hands on his hips.

He wordlessly took the few steps towards him, pushing his legs apart and ignoring the gasp Steve let out, nearly choking on his food.

Eddie leaned down between Steve's legs and opened the dryer door, his warm breath sending goosebumps across Steve's thighs.

"Ah-ha! You hid it from me!" Eddie exclaimed, pulling away with the shirt in his hands.

"It's not exactly hiding when it's in the place it had to be to dry, baby."

Eddie smirked at Steve, leaning closer to him, close enough to smell his leftover cologne from their night out with Robin, Jonathan, Argyle, and Nancy the night before.

"No smart mouthing me on our wedding day, huh?" Eddie kissed the corner of his mouth. "Thought I shut you up pretty good when we got home, but I guess you got some left in ya."

Steve let the blush take over. Despite being with Eddie for nearly eight years, living together for most of that time, and seeing each other in every possible situation, Eddie still made him blush like the first time he flirted with him when he was high on morphine in the hospital.

"It's your own fault the shirt got messy in the first place," Steve finally said, brow quirking up as he tried to get some control over the conversation back.

"Actually, it was your fault. If I'm remembering correctly, I wasn't the one who came the moment a hand was on him."

Steve's eyes narrowed.

"It wasn't the moment."

"Sorry. The second moment then."

Steve rolled his eyes, but set his bowl on top of the washing machine, scooting the inch or so closer to Eddie and wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Can't help that your hands are so good at what they do," Steve whispered against his lips.

"Stevie..."

"What? Just wanna kiss you. I can kiss my soon-to-be-husband, right?"

"My shirt's gonna get messy again, isn't it?" Eddie's words vibrated against Steve's lips.

"Maybe."

"Nancy will kill us both."

Steve threw his head back and laughed.

"I think she's half expecting you to show up in an Iron Maiden shirt anyway, Eds. A slightly messy shirt won't even be on her radar," Steve kissed down his neck, nipping a bruise that he didn't remember leaving the night before.

Eddie's hands tightened on his hips as he let out a groan.

"Fine. But you deal with her when she blames me."

"Deal."

The shirt did end up with a rather large questionable stain, but as Steve predicted, Nancy didn't even notice, her head too busy making sure everything else was perfect for their backyard wedding.

Robin, however, shook her head in disgust when they arrived late and somewhat disheveled.

[kijosakka]

ok dijosakka do you have any Izzy headcanons

yes i do!!! (came up with these in the hours between getting this ask and answering it)

• definitely a maximalist. no one knows how she dusts

• can ride a unicycle and is stupid fast on both skates and rollerblades. however she can’t ice skate

• skipped 2 grades going into high school

• ^^ heavily isolated from her peers growing up, has a tendency to be a self-fulfilling prophecy with relationships going wrong

• laughing/rambling is her default to all uncomfortable emotions (this one is basically canon i think)

• loves overly sour and sweet things. nothing is too sour nor too sweet

• genuinely loves snacking on shit like carolina reapers

• keeps gets stung by jellyfish every single time she goes to the beach without fail

• eats all fruit with the skin/rind

• ^ thinks the skin of the apple is the best part (green r her fave)

• collects driftwood

• no sense of self preservation. where did it go

• ^ has never used a crossroad i don’t think. exclusively jaywalks

• additionally a habitual arsonist

• ^ collects empty/broken lighters

• really good at doing/braiding hair, its just trying to actually convince her to sit there with you

• chemistry and physics are her best subjects (she failed history class)

• body paint and markers are her best friends

• ^ also stickers

• hyperlexic

• loved block toys. still does

• has never kept the same scent of shampoo for more than single bottle

• has chased and successfully caught a squirrel before

• rock climbing & parkour courses. that is all

• loves throwing surprise parties

• constantly chasing adrenaline rushes (to the point of recklessly endangering herself, usually)

• tried to learn to cook when she was younger but after repeatedly getting yelled at for messing up, she quit trying altogether

• doesn’t have any pets because of her constantly traveling for her acting career, but if she did she would have a (venomous) snake

• favorite cake flavor is orange

• ^ makes box cake mix exclusively with sodas instead of oil/eggs

• did some kind of ballet/rhythmic gymnastic when she was younger

• see also: attachment issues. (this is canon also i think)

• habitually got in trouble for climbing equipment in school

• very, very good at impressions, human and animal

• freckled all over her body

• very loyal (aka slashed chris’ tires when noah got fired)

• double-jointed in every joint

• definitely has those time loop codes

• can play the theremin (think i saw this one somewhere else?)

• her and eva playfight/wrestle like they’re actually trying to kill each other (lovingly)

• very touchy/physically affectionate via surprising others but will jump back and hate it if someone surprises her with touch

• loves playing in the rain (esp lightning storms and hail)

• was always picked last for school team events (in spite of being very smart/athletic)

• chewed on her hair when she was younger

• takes baths exclusively over showers

• favorite hide and seek spot was the washing machine/dryer before she learned how to climb stuff and hide Better

• loves ‘kids’ games like tag and hide and seek because nobody ever played them with her when she was young

• scared of dogs (this makes sense to me and no idk why)

[clonerightsagenda]

Wish when shopping for appliances there was a filter to exclude smart technology. I do not want my washing machine to connect to my phone. I do not want my dryer to stop working if the wifi goes down. What the fuck

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Ghoulette Appreciation: Week 2

For this week I went with stealing clothes!

Read here or on Ao3

Word Count: 893

Pairing: Mistshine

Summary: Mist reflects on the things she felt during the last Ghoulette Night

Possession.

Jealousy.

Want.

What changed? What made me see her like this? 

Mist narrowed their eyes, lost deep in thought. 

Surely it was the wine or Mountain’s herbs. 

Images of Sunshine’s smile flashed in her mind. Echoes of her laugh and snorts followed. Mist’s stomach churned. 

Definitely not. 

Curious. Perhaps it’s just a desire to be closer. 

The loud buzzer broke them from their contemplation. They grab their basket from the small table and lay it on the floor in front of the dryer and begin to put their clothes away. This was one of her personal little rituals. After every Ghoulette Night Mist would wake and immediately scamper to the laundry room, needing to wash everything that was in that room. The scent of weed always irritated her sensitive water ghoul nose. She hated the way it clung to her clothes. 

They always stayed there, watching their clothes spin in the washer and dryer. It was like a little meditation to help them come back into themselves, that and it gave her something else to think about besides the hangover. 

Though this morning's quiet didn’t exist. Didn’t come to her. All she could think about is these sudden feelings for Sunshine that decided to make themselves known last night. She knew she was feeling something, but what exactly that something was was eluding her. Was it friendship? A desire for a companion? A mate? Love? Mist couldn’t place it. 

It frustrated them. It frustrated them like nothing else to not have a grasp on what they were feeling. They were smart. They were rational and realistic. They didn’t get hung up on emotions. Mist was going to figure this out as soon as possible so she can stop feeling like this. She doesn’t like the churning in her stomach or prickle in her head when she thinks of Sunny. She doesn’t understand it and she doesn’t like it. 

It was simple really. Just figure out exactly what she was feeling and then act accordingly. If Mist wanted a companion then she would just make it a point to incorporate a Sunshine visit into her day. If it was the desire for a mate then Mist would tell her so they can be rejected and move on with their life. 

It was simple. 

So why didn’t it feel simple? 

The more Mist thought about it, the stranger she felt. 

Perhaps a visit to Ifrit is in order. It has been very long since it was just him and I alone. He may have insight. 

Mist may not be able to gather the answers to the riddle her heart is whispering, but Ifrit will. Ifrit always did. His very nature confused and intrigued her all the same. Mist loved him. He was the first ghoul they ever said those words to. He was the ghoul that made them finally feel like they belonged in a pack. He gave Mist light when all she had known was darkness. 

If Ifrit couldn’t help her then she was doomed. She briefly considered speaking about it with Omega, but quickly decided that was a bad idea on account of how he skirted around his feelings for Terzo. She may not know what these feelings are but she does know trying to ignore them won’t help a damn thing. 

She sighs, shakes her head, and lifts her basket, closing the dryer with a swipe of her tail. She starts to leave with a plan brewing in her mind, a way to approach Ifrit with these things without him getting so excited he burns a hole in the rug. As she goes another buzzer sounds. The other dryer. It had already been going when they arrived in the laundry room, so they had no idea who it belonged to but they got an itch in their fins when the door didn’t immediately open revealing the ghoul. She set her stuff and walked over to the machine. It was still early in the morning, but she knew how annoying it was to come to do laundry and not have an available space. 

They open the dryer and pull the clothes out. She begins to carefully fold and sort them for the ghoul when that damned water ghoul nose picks up on a scent. She stops in her tracks, staring down at the shirt in her hands. Their ears twitch for a moment, listening. After a beat of silence they bring the shirt up to their face and inhale deeply. Even though the detergent and fabric soften, Mist can smell Sunshine. It’s faint but that orange and vanilla is there. Unmistakable. 

Her stomach swoops and she can feel a blush pricking her cheeks. She quickly folds the rest of the clothing. She had to leave before Sunny showed up to collect her things. They didn’t want to see her until they had a chance to speak with Ifrit. 

She picks up her basket and moves for the door, scrunching her nose to get the scent of Sunshine out. Though, when their hand touches the handle they hesitate. 

This is ludicrous. Are you a teenage kit? 

They squeeze the handle so hard their knuckles turn white. With a huff, she turns back around and grabs the shirt from Sunshine’s pile, stuffing it into her basket. Surely she won’t notice just one missing shirt.

[dragonairice]

you said you wanted writing requests?

This takes place about a week post Cannon, Mr Heere is on a bisnuss trip (bc reasons). and Jeremy is at a laundromat and he calls Michael and says

"Hey... Can I ask you a question without you like... Being silly?"

"Yeah wassup dude?"

"How do you do laundry?"

"I'm coming over."

"I'm at the Laundromat"

"Okay."*TWO DAYS LATER*(Jeremy is in the bathroom and Mr Heere walks in)

"Hi Michael"

"Mr. Heere. I need to talk to you.." Cue Michael being in the verge of tears bc Jeremy's dad never taught his son basic life skills, he also didn't know how to do dishes because all his dad ever did was take out, pizza, and paper plates

So. I accidentally went overboard. It feels very pre-canon and I do want to finish writing it I just have assignments to finish today so maybe later but here have the thing I wrote:

It’s the laundry that breaks him, of fucking course it is. He had been careful this time, only putting some of his older and more boring shirts as a test run. Good thing he did. 

He had done exactly what mom used to do, add the blue liquid and the pink liquid into the little compartment in the washing machine (there were so many options, he picked a random one). He didn’t know what option to pick (were his shirts cotton? They were cotton, right?) so he just put them on ‘Normal’ to be safe, and they took an hour to wash. Which was probably fine. They were probably just really dirty. He did everything right, and yet-

And yet- 

The weird texture of the shirts coming out of the wash brings tears to his eyes from a horrible mix of the disgusting sensation on his fingertips and the stress sloshing around in his brain. What’s he supposed to do now? Did he just ruin his clothes? Does he hang them out to dry on the clothes line? Or do they go in the dryer? What the fuck even is a dryer? 

Jeremy choked out a sob, instinctually pressing the shirt in his hands to his face, rubbing more of that horrible horrible texture on his skin; instead of being comforting, it just made him cry harder. It felt like silk if silk was wrong and it was wet but soapy but silky and wrong and it smelled ugly and- 

With another broken sob, Jeremy threw the shirt onto the floor, rushing to the sink to scrub his hands over and over and over until the soap bottle was noticeably emptier and his palms hand turned red. He wanted to scratch the backs of his hands to make them match but Michael always told him not to-

Michael. 

Michael was smart. Michael could probably make food and wash the dishes and do laundry. Michael could help him. Michael could fix this. 

He hated hated asking Michael for help and burdening him with his problems but at this point he was desperate. Jeremy rummaged through his pockets for his phone, selecting a familiar contact. It only rang twice before a cheerful “Hey man” came through the speaker. 

A fresh wave of tears prickled at his eyes as a flood of relief filled him. Michael always had a way of inexplicably making him feel better by just… existing. “Hey Michael” he choked out, his best friend would definitely be able to hear that he'd been crying “Can you come over?”. 

[home2venus]

LOVE IS A SINKING SHIP

── ˖✮⋆˙꒰ pairing ꒱ ˒˓ jungkook x han so-hee ˒˓ seven music video universe  summary. a missing scene from the seven music video, from the perspective of han so-hee, firmly in denial. genre/tags. post-break up, getting back together, pining, accidental confessions, humor, incredibly whipped jungkook ─ 3.9k words ─ this is han so-hee's perspective of my other seven fic! read them here ⋆｡°༄˖°.🪐

Han So-hee knows what love is, and she knows for a fact that love is not found in a laundromat.

She just truly, desperately, wildly wants and needs Jeon Jungkook to get that through his head before he convinces her otherwise. That man is really too persuasive for his own good, and Han So-hee does not want to bend on this issue.

Jungkook, however, seems to have other plans.

“Can you leave me alone?”

“I love you.”

“Like, for one second, that’s all I’m asking. One second, I promise, after one singular second you can go back to bothering me, but like— One second, I feel like one second isn’t so much to ask. Just don’t talk to me, don’t say a single word, it’s really not so hard.”

“I love you,” he says again, and So-hee just sighs. Jungkook is kicking his legs back and forth, smiling at her hopefully like a child. Because, honestly, he might as well be one. Even at 25 years old, he acts like she used to when she went to the laundromat with her mother as a child. Looking at him again, with his hoodie slipping off one shoulder and his wide, doe-like, brown eyes staring at her pleadingly, she decides that he was far worse than her as a child, because she can’t remember ever being this annoying.

“So-hee,” Jungkook whines, grabbing at her sleeve as she turns from him, “I love you.”

So-hee, instead of looking at him, resolutely declares to herself that the moment she gets home she’s calling her mother to apologize for ever behaving slightly similar to the way he is right now. Her mother deserves ten awards, maybe a nobel peace prize, and, at the very least, ten winning lottery tickets.

Jungkook is her boyfriend, or he used to be her boyfriend before she wisened up and figured out he was no good. He’s pretty, and sweet, and fairly smart on the occasions where he uses whatever brain he has in there. He’s so funny that she has to sometimes grind her teeth together and zone out to keep from laughing or smiling, because to give in to his jokes means he has won. But he’s an asshole: an immature, reckless asshole that So-hee should want, does want, nothing to do with. So, she broke up with him, and that should’ve been the end of it.

It’s been two months since they broke up, and So-hee is still getting used to an empty apartment where he used to be. He didn’t live there, he had his own place with a couple of his guy friends, but he was over so often that he had carved a permanent place in her home. So-hee can feel the void where he used to be whenever she goes home.

In other news, So-hee has been spending a lot of time out of the house. Online forums say fresh air is the best way to get over a breakup, so it’s not like she’s being unhealthy. She’s fine. She’s so fucking fine.

So-hee takes the clothes out of the dryer and slams them into the empty laundry basket.

She’s fine.

When So-hee turns around to load the rest of her dirty clothes into the washing machine, Jungkook is still there. He’s quieter, not chatty or pleading like he’s been the whole time after she broke things off. He’s just... quiet; Maybe even introspective. He’s just looking at her with an unreadable stare. And he is not leaving. He sits on the washing machine and kicks his feet as she throws more clothing in, not even looking at it. She knows they won’t wash as well if she doesn’t shake them out, turn them the right side in, but the risk of Jungkook seeing something of his in her basket of dirty laundry is too high to risk. So-hee’s fingers catch on a loose string, and she knows from just the feeling of the fabric that it’s the old college sweatshirt she never gave back, the embroidered logo of white flames through a red circle faded and worn with time. She shoves it into the machine and then buries it underneath her own clothing. 

So-hee can almost feel his stare, even though she knows it’s not actually possible. Something about his presence is heavy. Something about his presence makes her feel something complicated, and complicated is very rarely something So-hee likes to deal with. She sighs loudly, and gives him a pointed glare, and he raises his hands placatingly; an easy grin replacing the contemplative look he was wearing just moments prior.

“Shut up,” she says childishly, and she does not notice the way his eyes gleam at the recognition or the way his posture straigtens as she notices him. The whole reason why they broke up is because he never cared, because he was too reckless and messy and indifferent. He didn’t care about anything, and in the beginning it was fun, because he knew how to have fun and keep the fun going. But they’re adults, and going with the flow doesn’t buy houses or keep jobs or stay stable. 

“I didn’t say a word,” he says with an audible smile, and So-hee hates the way he can reduce her of every bit of wit she knows that she has. So-hee’s smarter than this, she knows she is. She’s always been quick with words, and she’s always known how to make her words sharp to a point and sharp as a blade. Jungkook takes that away from her, and the worst thing is that he doesn’t even mean to. So-hee snaps away from him with a roll of her eyes and a grimace —truly not her finest moment— and barely notices the water rising in the building as she grumbles frustrations under her breath. 

So-hee doesn’t notice the water until it’s about waist high, and she can’t see the tops of the washer and dryer units anymore. She swears, and pushes at Jungkook who is saying something that she refuses to listen to. The water pushes them upwards, and a silly, stupid part of her feels like she’s in Titanic; the movie, not the tragedy. Jungkook is still smiling at her, even as the water reaches their chests and they’re practically swimming towards the ceiling. So-hee, because she’s a genius, manages to push at him and the ceiling at the same time. He barely drifts away from her, but the water is reaching their necks, and one of those things is far more pressing than the other. 

As they barely escape the laundromat —through the cieling, of all places, and then through the vents that lead outside— Jungkook is blessedly, strangely silent. He doesn’t talk to So-hee as they escape, just watches her with an unfaltering focus and care. When they finally are on solid ground, soaked in the cool, late night air, he keeps a steady hand on her shoulder. She’s nearly coughing her lungs out, the hand drifts to her back to rub soft, comforting circles. It’s off-putting, because Jungkook shouldn’t have that focus, doesn’t have that focus. He’s messy and careless, and that’s all he is. He can’t be anything else.

He can’t be. 

So-hee has known Jungkook for years, has gone on countless outings alone with him or with his weird, codependent friend group or with his rotation of dogs that he’s always fostering or babysitting or adopting. She knows that he cares about things, that he’s given his whole life to his family and his best friends and his job and his passions. But, she knows Jungkook. She knows that he’s selfish and possessive and impulsive. So-hee knows that he thought he loved her, and So-hee knows that he still thinks he loves her, but So-hee knows better. 

Jungkook dedicates everything in him to what he loves, and he dedicated himself to her. He loves her, according to him, but So-hee knows better because dedication runs out and love runs out and passion runs out. Jungkook is running on empty, and one day he would regret ever loving her, and then where would she be? 

So-hee knows better.

She doesn’t even say goodbye when she leaves for the train. He’s still standing out in the nighttime rain, alone and soaking wet. She doesn’t look him in the eyes when she leaves, and she doesn’t turn around.

So-hee knows better. So-hee knows it’s for the better. She still does not look at Jungkook.

The train ride home is a long and silent one. She checks her twitter feed in an attempt to not make eye contact with any of the other people on the train, who are unsubtly staring at her dripping wet hair and soaked clothing. On the news, there’s a mention of a laundromat flooded by a freak accident, and So-hee catches a glimpse of a photo taken by the on-site reporters. In the background, there’s a man and he looks pathetic and exhausted and sad and determined. So-hee can’t look at him.

So-hee goes home to a pathetic, sad apartment, and she is deeply exhausted. She changes into dry clothes, and pins her hair up, and resolves to take a clean shower and change her sheets tomorrow. She passes out the moment she hits the bed, and she does not dream, because she never does.

She wishes she had, if only to justify the thoughts of Jungkook still remaining when she wakes up in the morning. 

In the quiet light of morning, with music playing softly as she loses a fight with the omelette she’s attempting to make, she realizes that she cares a lot more than she wants to. She realizes that she cares a lot more than she should. It’s a startling realization, if only for how mundane it is. It crosses her mind leisurely, wearing the disguise of something normal, because it is something normal. The thought crosses the streets of her mind hand in hand with I’m hungry and Don’t forget to pick up mom’s perscription later and Is it embarrassing that I still can’t cook eggs. 

I still love him, she thinks, and it’s completely normal. 

I still love him, she thinks, and I still love him so much more than I should.

What makes her uncomfortable isn’t the thought, but the fact that the thought wasn’t uncomfortable. It’s an unsettlingly normal thought to have, like it’s lived inside her long enough to be comfortable, like it’s made a home in her mind. 

What’s uncomfortable is that loving him is a part of her. What’s uncomfortable is that the love she has has settled into her home and her life and her routine. The love settles under her fingernails and in her hair, settles in the cat toys littered around her house and the trinkets that clutter her shelves and tables and workdesk. 

She loved him and she loves him and she misses him. 

In the soft light of morning, So-hee sits on her kitchen counter next to a plate of rapidly cooling eggs. Her legs swing and her cats bat at her socks, meowing and pestering her for food. So-hee doesn’t even look at them, her eyes faraway and staring down at her blindingly bright phone screen. She has a couple missed calls from a number she doesn’t recognize, and eventually just blocked once they started calling well into midnight, and one unread text message from an account she should’ve blocked a long time ago if she had any dignity.

Jungkook: we left our wallets at the laundromat.

So-hee takes a deep breath and steels herself.

So-hee: Thanks, I’ll pick it up there later today.

Jungkook: i dont think thats gonna work

So-hee: Why not?

Jungkook: they gave ur stuff to me bc my wallet was at the top of the basket and they assumed it was mine. the laundromat is still closed, is there anywhere i can meet u to give it back?

Let it be known that, usually, So-hee is a rational woman. Usually, she does not make decisions that will hurt herself, especially not knowingly, and she rarely ever makes rash decisions.

So-hee: Just come to my place to drop it off.

Usually, So-hee is a rational woman. Not always.

Jungkook: really???

So-hee: Do you not remember my address?

Jungkook: no i remember ur address ! i’ll be there in fifteen :)

So-hee: Alright. Drive safely.

So-hee is staring at her phone. So-hee puts her phone down, and does not scream or cry or have any other disproportinate and dramatic reaction. She is so calm and collected and not stressed in any way. So-hee is the most normal, well-adjusted woman in all of South Korea, possibly even the world, and one man will not change that for her. 

To show how well-adjusted she is, she changes her clothes seven times in the mirror, and arranges and disassembles and rearranges a messy bun another fourteen times. On her seventh outfit —a baby tee and low waisted sweatpants with the same fuzzy socks— So-hee turns to see Hammer staring at her judgementally.

“Don’t look at me like that,” So-hee whines, throwing herself dramatically on the bed and burying her face in her hands.

Hammer does not respond, because Hammer is a cat.

“Don’t judge me, Hammer,” So-hee continues, “Not all of us can be nonchalant cool kids, you know?”

Hammer does not know. Hammer wants breakfast, not an existensial crisis.

The doorbell rings, and So-hee does not look up. The doorbell rings again, and it takes a moment, but So-hee flings herself up with wide eyes. She races out of her bedroom, checking herself in the mirror one more time. She looks perfect, because So-hee has always known that she’s gorgeous. But, this time, it’s not about being pretty. It’s about being cool. She slows as she reaches the front door, schooling her face into something that looks effortlessly calm, and opens the door.

“Hey,” Jungkook says, startled and looking slightly embarrassed.

“Hey yourself,” She says back, straight-faced. She’s so fucking cool. She steps back, and gestures for him to come inside. He hesitates, looking at her intently like he hasn’t been begging to be around her for the past month. She’s shocked he didn’t just open the door and sit on the couch all by himself.

“Are you sure?” He asks, and she rolls her eyes fondly.

“I’m always sure,” She says, lying through her teeth, “Anyway, I don’t know how you’d bring my laundry inside without, y’know, stepping inside?” 

“Yeah,” He says, blushy and nervous, “Yeah, you’re right, sorry.” He stumbles through the door like he’s never done it before, like it’s not his thousandth time being in her house. It’s upsettingly endearing, the way that he’s a bumbling fool of a man. 

“I’m always right, it’s nothing to apologize for.” So-hee says, shooting him a smile. She would say that she doesn’t know why she’s bothering to comfort him, but due to previous realizations that day, she thinks she has a pretty strong clue why. It starts with L and ends in oving this stupid idiot to an unhealthy degree. 

He sets the laundry basket down in her living room, all of it dried out from being in police storage overnight as they emptied out everything that was once in the laundromat. It’s wrinkled, and she’ll have to find a new laundromat to rewash and dry everything, but it’s back in her possession. Marsh-ie and Hammer leave their spot at their food dishes and sprint as fast as their kitten legs can carry them to Jungkook, who laughs and crouches down to coddle them with babytalk and pets. So-hee remembers then that she has forgotten to feed them, so she moves over to the kitchen area, still watching him over the counter and thanking the apartment gods that she has one with an open concept kitchen and living space. She pours them both food and water softly, trying not to attract attention from them or Jungkook.

“Hi baby,” He coos, and So-hee flinches at the way she almost responds on instinct to the endearment. She turns quietly, but he’s immersed in Marsh-ie and Hammer’s antics, smiling softly as Marsh-ie bats at his hands and Hammer tries to climb up his back. 

I love you, she almost says. 

“Want some coffee?” She says instead, and he startles. She almost regrets disturbing him, but the cats have already left at the sound of her voice, realizing that breakfast has finally been served. He looks hopeful for a moment, and then deeply, deeply tired.

“I do,” He says glumly, and she furrows her brow in confusion at his downtrodden look.

“...But?” She prompts, and he looks downright murderous to the point that she’s almost worried for herself, before he finally stands up to look at her and his eyes soften to something sweeter. He smiles a smile that looks more like a forced grimace, and shakes his head.

“I’d stay, but the guys have been planning brunch for a while now, and Hobi would kill me if I cancelled on them this short notice,” Jungkook says. So-hee hums thoughtfully, and he looks at her nervously.

“No worries,” she says, “Thanks so much for coming then, if I had known I’d make you late for other plans I wouldn’t have asked.”

“It was my pleasure! The guys know that I’d do whatever you ask, so they won’t mind my lateness” He says with an earnest grin, and the worst part is that So-hee really does believe him. So-hee knows that he doesn’t even realize that what he says would be embarrassing for anyone else to admit, especially to their ex-girlfriend, and she knows that he doesn’t care. So-hee doesn’t understand that confidence, the disregard of any and every social boundary in a pursuit to show love for someone. She does understand the art of changing the subject though.

“Well, still, thanks for that. Have a safe drive over to brunch then, I won’t keep you waiting,” So-hee says, grabbing his jacket off the kitchen stool he draped it over and tossing it over his shoulders as he bends down to say bye to her cats. It’s quiet as Jungkook leaves, only the sound of residual cat purrs and the shuffling of him putting on sneakers. He puts the jacket on more firmly, and smiles hesitantly at her.

“Oh!” She says, and Jungkook takes a step back, eyes wide. He startles easily, So-hee notes absently, I don’t know why he’s so nervous. 

“Yeah?” Jungkook questions tentatively, and she snaps her fingers at him.

“Hobi is the one with a dance studio, right?” She asks, leaning closer.

“Uh, yeah, he is. I didn’t think you remembered that-”

“Of course I remembered, I remember everything you tell me,” she says absently, waving him off as she scrambles around her kitchen for a pen and paper. She’s rummaging through a junk drawer when she calls over to him, “Wait just a second!” Jungkook’s barely paying attention anyway though, his eyes wide and his hand over his mouth as he repeats her words disbelieving under his breath.

“Everything?” He whispers, and she hums in questioning. He goes to ask further, but she shoves a notecard with a phone number and a name on it into his hands.

“If Hobi’s ever looking for a ballet instructor, he can call this number,” So-hee rambles, “It’s one of my cousins on my mom’s side, and she’s such a great dancer that it’s almost maddening. She’s a little annoying, but not terribly so, and she’s such a fantastic teacher-”

“Wait, So-hee-” Jungkook tries, but she’s still talking.

“And if he has any space in that contemporary class, tell him to let me know because my sister has been scrambling for a good dance studio nearby for her daughter.”

“I’ll have to ask Jimin, because he teaches contemporary. But, So-hee-”

“Alright, thanks so much, you’re the best in the world, I literally love you so much.” So-hee says breathlessly, and Jungkook feels just as breathless, the air knocked out of him. His face is a little pale and his hands are a little shaky, and So-hee frowns, lightly putting her fingers on his shoulder. 

“What’s wrong?” she asks, “You look a little sick, Jungkook, are you-” 

I literally love you so much. I literally love you so much. 

Oh, fuck.

Jungkook looks at her, and So-hee looks at him, both of them now pale and slightly shaky.

“I-” So-hee starts and then doesn’t finish, the words barely leaving her. Jungkook’s eyes are shiny, and hopeful, and So-hee hates herself for how much she wants to fall into them, into him. She loves him.

So-hee loves Jungkook. So-hee loves Jungkook more than she’s ever loved anything, and that is a big, scary feeling to feel. So-hee’s love could fill an ocean, and that is a big, scary place to be able to fill with love for one man, one person, one anything. 

Love is a big, scary thing.

“I think you should go,” So-hee says, instead of saying any of that. So-hee is a coward.

Jungkook smiles at her, all sad and soft and patient. So-hee hates him. So-hee hates that stupid face and stupid smile and stupid patience that makes her feel cruel and evil and mean. She hates him and she’s terrified of him and she loves him.

“I love you,” Jungkook says, because Jungkook cannot just be reckless and immature because that would be too easy, but he must also be patient and loving and brave. She hums in acknowledgement, and he hesitates for a moment, but he leans in and kisses her right under her eye.

So-hee didn’t even realize she was near tears until right then. She doesn’t say anything, even as he fully walks out the door and slowly shuts it behind him. So-hee can’t even cry. She just stares at the wall and pets her cats and it’s so quiet. So-hee wishes she had begged Jungkook to stay for a few more minutes, if only for the sound of him embarrassingly babytalking her cats could drown out what she hears in her own thoughts. There’s the leftover heat of a kiss right below her eyes, and she wipes harshly at her eyes, partially to clear the tears and partially a futile attempt to remove the sting of what could’ve been, if So-hee stopped being so scared all the time.

In So-hee’s apartment, where a light breeze flutters the curtains but the bright sun warms the floor, So-hee can hear the vivid sounds of an ocean flooding a laundromat and the impossibly clearer sound of her heart breaking on her kitchen floor.

So-hee loves Jungkook, and So-hee is terrified of loving Jungkook, and So-hee hopes that love is not found in a laundromat. Selfishly, So-hee hopes that Jungkook continues to love her and continues to wait for her, and continues to pursue her so that one day, she can love him in a place where she isn’t surrounded by baskets of her dirty laundry.

The dirty laundry, So-hee reminds herself with a glance at the laundry basket sitting innocently by her couch. Jungkook’s sweatshirt lies at the top, next to her wallet and a note in his familar bad handwriting that says ‘I love you.’

I love you, So-hee says back, if only in her own mind.

[annab-nana]

🐚 by the sea shore 🐚 - ohhh can i please have these two prompts

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

from the a prompt list with natasha romanoff? thank you so much! <33

of course babe!! yw :))

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"no," you muttered as you tried to turn the doorknob every which way to get it to open, but it wouldn't budge, "fuck."

"what happened?" nat was no idiot and could clearly tell what had occurred, but she was hoping for more explanation.

"you know how bruce 'fixed' the doorknob?" nat hummed in response so you continued, "well, as smart as he is, i think he needs to stick to his phd's and let tony or clint handle the fixing. oh wait-" the knob loosened, but not in the way you had hoped. you turned to show her the knob, not attached to the door anymore and still in your hand.

"great and we can't call anyone because service sucks down here," nat mentioned, you nodding along with her. you two had come down to do the laundry since it was your turn on the rotation you guys had. you and nat had finished switching the first load to the dryer and adding a new load to the washing machine, but now were stuck in the laundry room.

"and most everyone is out right now except for wanda and vision who are having a sitcom marathon in her room right now and i think bucky was asleep when we passed him in the common area so it looks like we will be trapped here for a while..." you sighed while plopping down on the floor, letting your back rest against the wall.

nat took the spot right next to you which was doing nothing to help your heart rate. the tile underneath helped to cool you down, but being this close to her made you feel like you were burning up. you tried not to think about it by keeping your gaze straight ahead of you, but you could smell her perfume and feel her beside you as her thigh just barely touched yours. it was only by a little bit, but to you, it felt like so much more.

you wanted to tell her how you felt so bad. you were just scared of her reaction. you had witnessed how she interacted with bruce and steve and bucky and sam, flirting endlessly. maybe she just has a flirtatious personality or like to flirt in general. she had treated you the same, but you felt like it was just fair treatment. with the guys, there was a more of a spark. you could see it. you knew she wouldn't laugh in your face if you did tell her, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it.

maybe now was your chance though, right? it was just you and her. but also, if she didn't feel the same, then it would get awkward quickly. then you'd be stuck in here with her in an awkward silence until someone rescued you and there was no telling how long that would take. minutes? hours? days? who knew?

"what's on your mind, pretty girl?" the ginger piped up. she knew something important was on your mind in the way your brows had a slight furrow to them. the face you pulled when you were in deep thought was absolutely adorable to her and sometimes, you would stick your tongue out just a bit. nat loved when you did that. it was the cutest thing ever in her book.

you didn't even think about what you said. when she was around, it was too damn hard to think clearly. so you answered honestly. "i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified." she watched you cringe as she processed what you'd said and you began to backtrack. "no, i mean- well, i- you know, haha, i, uh-"

"y/n." the way she said your name so soft and sweet had you melting right then and there, but your mortification kept you afloat and attentive.

"yeah?" you felt shaky, but your body seemed stable. you couldn't lose her and her friendship. you were too close to chance it and you idiotically confessed your feeling without a second thought. internally, you built yourself up for rejection, but her next words were far contrary to what you were expecting.

"i'm in love with you too."

you did a double take. "really?"

"i thought it was kinda obvious," she chuckled, showing the shy side of herself that didn't make an appearance often. "i flirt with you all the time."

"you flirt with everyone," you deadpanned, causing her to laugh again.

"yeah, but i flirt with you so much more than i do with anyone else. with you, i do it on purpose because i like you and it's cute when you get all flustered." you feel your cheeks heat up at her words. "yeah, like that," she stated which made you all the more flustered.

"so you like me too?" you felt like a child for asking it, but you needed the confirmation. for all you knew, this could all be a dream no matter how real it felt.

"yes, y/n, i'm in love with you too."

before you could have any type of reaction, the distinct voice of one thor odinson shouted from the other side of the door, "yes!"

you and nat both shared a confused expression as you got up and walked over to the door.

"brother, you have to be quiet for this stupid little plan of yours to work," loki's voice sounded through the door as well.

"loki?" you called.

"guys, let us out!" nat instructed, connecting the dots quicker than you did.

"we can't," peter answered. who all was in on this? "mr. stark said not to let you out until you guys kiss."

nat made eye contact with the camera that sat in the corner of the room before those green eyes met yours. her hands found your face and she looked at you, searching for confirmation even though you two just confessed your love to one another.

so, you did the honors. you surged forward quickly, way too eager to wait any longer to feel her lips on yours and it felt like a dream. you were almost tempted to ask her to pinch you just to check, but you felt too high on the feeling of finally kissing her. if only you didn't need oxygen to survive, you would kiss her forever.

you two were so stuck in your own little trance that you didn't even realize the door was now wide open. it wasn't until the guys let out whoops in congratulations that you were pulled from the daydream-like state.

"it is about damn time," pietro commented with a proud grin on his lips.

"sorry we had to trap you," peter spoke up, guilt clear on his features before you stepped up and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. you always did have a soft spot for the kid.

"i think we can forgive you. right, romanoff?" peter's wide brown eyes left you for nat who wore comforting smile, one that melted peter's worries away.

"of course. it might be the best thing you could've done for us."

"so what i'm hearing is we deserve a thank you," thor proposed, turning his head to the side to offer you his ear as he waited for what he thought he was owed.

"what i'm hearing is y'all have a door to fix," you butted in, a sly smirk on your mouth, "while nat, peter, and i go upstairs to watch that new star wars tv show. how does that sound guys?"

"wonderful to me," nat added while peter nodded eagerly.

"have fun with the door," you called over your shoulder to see three guys who definitely didn't know much about how to fix the doorknob they broke in the first place.

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Hello! It's me again with another drabble! This is the first of five or six planned bonus chapters (?). For a slight change of pace, I wrote this one from Papyrus' POV as it seemed a bit more entertaining, but let me know if you liked this or not?

Timewise, this takes place a little over a month or two after the humans fell into the Underground, somewhere between Day 7: First Kiss and before Day 10: Dress Up.

First Day, Previous Day, & Bonus Two.

Bonus 1: Scarfs Part 2

Papyrus finished buckling the last strap, securing his chestplate to his person, before turning to the dresser to put on his gloves and scarf. He was rather proud of his armour, especially because it was unique, thanks to Sans helping him model it after a character from a comic book. Over the years, he'd had to improve it or do repairs whenever someone got a lucky hit on him, however, certain elements had always remained the same like the colour scheme and his favorite red scarf.

Speaking of which, his scarf was missing. He knew he had it yesterday after getting home from work, and after changing out of his armour, he'd put it on the dresser with his gloves like he always did. Had he misplaced it?

As unlikely as this was, he couldn't rule out the possibility all together, despite how meticulously organized he always was. He was of the belief that everything had its place and that was where it should be.

He started looking around just in case. He did remember being rather tired last night so maybe he'd just slipped up? He frowned and shook his head. As if... He didn't mess things up, he was the Great and Terrible Papyrus!

His scarf wasn't in the washing machine or dryer. It didn't seem to be anywhere in his room or in the bathroom either. It didn't make sense to be downstairs, but it was the only other place he could've left it.

Had someone stolen his scarf?

Sans would often try to pull pranks to mess with him, but he should know better than steal his favorite scarf. Usually his pranks were more obnoxious or messy though. Like there would be a ransom note demanding some stupid fee in exchange for seeing his scarf in one piece again or something.

He wouldn't put it past Frisk to take something without asking as they were a child. They may not know better or may not realize this was a big deal to him. Still, they were a smart kid and seemed to have a decent sense of social cues, plus, you were very proactive in taking care of them. There was no way you wouldn't notice if they'd stolen it.

That left you as the only remaining possible culprit. Unlike the other two, you had a more believable motive. He remembered that you really liked how soft his scarf was and had even called his armour cool. Still, you were also smart, as evidenced by how quickly you'd managed to convince him and his brother to spare you and Frisk. He liked to think you were smart enough to know stealing from anyone, let alone him, was a pretty bad idea though.

He found you and Frisk where he expected you'd be - in the living room. Frisk was playing with Doomfanger by teasing her with one of those feather wands he'd bought her. The cat was absolutely fascinated and he couldn't help but smile at how cute they both were.

You were huddled up on the couch with a blanket and a book. Normally that wasn't suspicious, however, you were practically cocooned in the blanket like you were freezing cold, despite the temperature in the house being rather warm. You also hadn't acknowledged him like you usually did whenever he entered the same room. He hadn't exactly been trying to be quiet either.

He narrowed his eye sockets suspiciously and stalked up behind you. He was an expert at moving silently when he wanted and despite how much you hated it, he found it quite funny to sneak up and startle you. Maybe it was slightly cruel, but he really liked how you sometimes jumped from the shock and how your surprise would morph into anger. You were especially cute when annoyed at him and he really couldn't help teasing you about it.

That was his intention this time as well and he was just about to hug you, when he spotted the reason you were this huddled up in the first place. Hidden underneath the blanket was his red scarf, although it was mostly covered save for a gap where the blanket had bunched weirdly by your neck.

"Oh You Did Not..."

You let out a cute little gasp when he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, crossing over your chest and gripping your upper arms firmly. He was careful not to dig his claws into your skin too much but it was a bit tricky as he hadn't put his gloves on yet.

"Thought You Were So Sneaky, Huh, Precious?" he whispered in your ear.

He could see how quickly the realization that he knew what you'd done dawned on you. It was slightly cathartic to watch your eyes widen and your cheeks turn pink with embarrassment. He wasn't content leaving this here though, no, he was going to take this even further.

"Yeah..." you murmured. "I'm sorry for taking it, but I really like your scarf." Glancing up at him over your shoulder, you asked, "Any chance I could borrow it for longer...?"

He didn't miss the way your blush deepened slightly and he couldn't help the smirk that now graced his skull.

"I Do Not Take Kindly To People Stealing From Me..."

He could hear your heartrate steadily increasing the longer he kept you trapped like this. It was a bit strange that you hadn't even tried to get away, even if you were completely trapped, he had expected you would at least try.

You struggled to speak for a moment, opening and closing your mouth as you tried to say anything at all. "...I didn't actually steal your scarf..." you finally muttered. Although it was apparent that you knew how weak of an excuse this was when you couldn't make eye contact with him.

He hummed softly and shook his head. "Then, What Do You Call This? Because 'Temporarily Borrowing Without Asking' Is The Same Thing At The End Of The Day..." He loved the shocked look you gave him when he said that. It seems he'd taken your next excuse right out of your mouth.

You squirmed a little bit but predictably, couldn't get out of his grip, even if you weren't currently tangled up in the blanket on top of everything. "Look, you can have it back if you care that much..." you grumbled.

He clicked his tongue at how quickly your tone had gone from embarrassed to annoyed. That wouldn't do... You were the one in the wrong here and it seemed he would have to subtly remind you of that fact.

"Oh I Care A Lot, Precious~" he purred. "There Are Consequences For People Who Cross Me...And I Happen To Be Quite Creative When It Comes To Punishments..." He could hear your heart skip a beat at that.

"Oh This Was Turning Out Deliciously."

You glanced at where Frisk was still playing with Doomfanger, they didn't seem to have noticed the exchange somewhat surprisingly, but he tilted your head back to look at him again. You seemed worried about something but not actually scared, thankfully.

"Tell You What," he whispered. "I Know A Way To Make This All Go Away..." He could see the curiousity flicker in your eyes and couldn't seem to wipe the smirk off of his face.

"You do?" you asked softly.

He nodded in an admittedly smarmy kind of way. Moving his hand from your chin, he cupped your cheek and leaned closer to your face. He paused for a moment and when you gave him a slight nod, pressed a slow but gentle kiss to your lips.

He was fully aware that his sharp teeth could seriously hurt you if he wasn't careful. Still, this wasn't a new issue, although some of his previous lovers had actually preferred if he was rough, you were much softer than anyone else. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you afterall...

Your skin was absolutely addicting to touch, even if he'd only had limited contact so far. You were squishy and yet there was a certain firmness at the same time. You'd explained that you had a whole skeleton that held everything together which was more than a little mind blowing for him.

When he finally pulled away from the kiss, he took an unbridled amount of satisfaction in seeing how flushed and out of breath you were. It just gave him a small thrill whenever he could see the effect he had on you.

"Positively Adorable..."

He finally let go of your shoulders and drew back slightly, but not before whispering one more thing. "Could I Have My Scarf Back Before I Have To Leave For Work, Precious?"

You were apparently stunned speechless and could only nod in response. There was a hint of a frown on your face though, but he wasn't about to leave the house without an important part of his uniform. Not even if you begged him...

Probably not anyways.

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Laundry Days

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 1,039

Summary: it’s laundry day, and you catch Dieter looking

Warnings: Dieter being adorable and chaotic, really delicious food gets a mention, slight saucy suggestions at the end because it’s Dieter

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Laundry day, some may find it an unnecessary evil, you found it pleasant. Your apartment complex laundry room was empty but for you which in a horror film situation would spell disaster for the lonely female protagonist. But you may have scoped out the place since moving in and knew when it was free, like a smart horror survivor would. It’s not that you distrusted your neighbours, rather you wouldn’t want them hanging around your undergarments. Currently you were reading while waiting for the washing machine to finish its cycle. Your phone, however disturbed your reverie. You smiled when you saw a familiar name flash on the screen.

“Hi Dieter.”

“Hey, honey cakes. What are you up to this fine day?”

“Oh, I’m doing laundry,” the machine had finished so you had to tuck your phone onto your shoulder.

“Laundry? I did laundry once.”

“Oh really? When?” There was a long pause, “Are you struggling to remember?”

Dieter groaned, “It’s hard to remember back that far.”

You chuckled while moving your clothes to the dryer, “Do clean clothes just magically appear?”

“Yeah pretty much. So, were you maybe wanting some company today? I could bring lunch?”

“Maybe. Depends on what you’re offering.”

“I can bring you an Eggslut Fairfax Sandwich.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

That brought out a chuckle, “Everyday honey cakes.”

You closed the door to the dryer, “I am Brucin’ for one right now.”

“Brucin’?”

“Brucin’. ‘Cause you know, the shark from Jaws was named Bruce after Spielberg’s lawyer and I’m craving food like the shark craved man flesh,” you were rambling now, “Yeah it doesn’t really work because only I know it and I have to explain it every time so…”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

That brought out a chuckle, “I should be finished in about forty-five minutes. Does that work?”

“Yeah, gives me time to get food and everything.”

You both said your goodbyes and you were left alone with your laundry and your book.

Exactly forty-seven minutes later you trudged your way up your flight of stairs and was greeted by your boyfriend with a big bag of takeout. Your laundry basket got in the way of greeting him and opening the door, so he offered to carry it for you. You swapped him for the takeout bag and led him inside. The smell from the bag was too tempting so you opened it and took out your favourite sandwich. A huge bite revealed its glorious taste of egg, cheese, and caramelised onion to your tastebuds. Dieter saw that you snuck a bite by your happy dancing.

“Hey,” he looked upset, giving an adorable pout.

“Sorry,” you mumbled through a mouth of deliciousness and gave him a kiss.

“It’s okay, I know that sandwich is good. Which is why I got you two.”

That brought a squeal of delight from you, and you gave him a hug, avoiding getting any egg mess on him. “I’ll get plates, just put my laundry basket anywhere.”

You came back to find him staring at the pile of clothes in your basket, he jumped back as if he was caught doing something untoward. “I wasn’t looking at your underwear!”

You sat down calmly next to him, “It’s fine.” You passed him a plate. “So long as you don’t put them on, I’m fine with you looking.”

“They wouldn’t fit anyways.”

You both ate a little bit before he looked at them again and said, “They’re just so colourful, compared to mine.”

“Why don’t you get yourself some?”

“Ladies underwear?”

“No, some colourful men’s underwear.”

“Those things exist?”

After you had your food, you got your laptop out and showed him a few options. “See, they have lots of colourful options.” You scrolled through, showing him. “Oh, here’s some cute ones: doughnuts, pizza, animals.”

“Oh, there’s Disney ones!”

You left him to his perusal while you put your laundry away, an occasional gasp of surprise coming from his direction. You sat back down next to him, the excitement on his face evident.

“So, find any you like?”

“Oh yeah, heaps!” he showed you a few new favourites. “And I found some Halloween ones if you want me to...”

You grabbed his thigh in excitement and gave him that crazed look only Freddy Krueger would get before killing his next victim. “You’d do that for me?”

“Of course.”

“Really?”

“Really really. If you want sexy Halloween themed underwear, then I will do that for you.”

“No one’s ever done that before.”

“Bought sexy Halloween themed underwear?”

“Well that, and also done anything like that for me. Go round in public with something that’s me themed.”

“You want me to go out in public with them?”

“No,” you rubbed his thigh where you suspected you may have squeezed him too hard, “If I bought a certain someone a horror themed t-shirt, they’d never wear it out in public because they don’t want to embarrass themselves with something like that and it would just be a waste of time and money, and so I never bothered buying things unless they were on a pre-approved list and…”

Dieter had to stop you in your ramblings with a tender little kiss, “If you want to buy me a horror themed t-shirt, I will happily wear it in public.”

“You will?”

“Yeah, you’ll just have to explain the whole film to me first in case I’m too scared to watch it.”

“You won’t be embarrassed?”

“I don’t think it’s possible for me to be embarrassed. You can try if you want to.”

“You’re just too adorable. Have I told you how much I love you?”

“You have,” he now drew close to you, “Can I show you how much I love you?” he kissed you deeply, “Your stomach is satisfied so let me satisfy the rest of you,” he kissed your neck, “Because I’d really like to.” He felt a slight hesitation in your body, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Well it being laundry day and all, I’m not wearing my best underwear, I’m a little embarrassed…”

“That’s okay, that underwear will come off so quick you won’t have time to be embarrassed.”

Films referenced: Jaws (1975), A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)

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