#i need to wait for my washing machine + dryer to finish up so i can finally finish changing my sheets

[katierosefun]

sick and twisted that organizing my desk space (and organizing the clutter in my room in general) does, in fact, make me feel a lot happier and a lot better about my life . . . sick and twisted

[manyaccidents]

"All done cutie, you can go back to coloring now" said Alyssa as she finished doing the last tape on my fresh diaper.

"But it's no fair!" I whined, all too aware of how childish I sounded. Trying my best to come across more mature, and wanting to be taken seriously, I continued in a slight huff "I don't even need a babysitter. I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself". The situation I found myself in painted the opposite picture, but I was still trying desperately to hold onto the few last crumbs of dignity I had left, and even those were quickly slipping out of my grasp.

"Oh you're a big girl?" Alyssa said with a hint of a smile. "I'm so sorry sweetheart, I didn't realize. Tell you what, why don't you explain to me why you're a big girl who can take care of herself. If you are able to convince me, I'll convince your Daddy for you!"

Excitement bubbled up within me. Finally! A chance to get out of this! But almost as soon as the feeling came, it was replaced by one of unconfident apprehension. "What am I even supposed to say now?" I thought to myself, starting to panic. I had to say something, Alyssa was waiting. I couldn't waste this opportunity.

"um.." I started "well you see, um...".

I was totally blanking. I swear I had good reasons, but now that they were actually being put to the test they sounded substantially more flimsy and not thought through.

"It's alright darling, take a deep breath and begin from the top" Alyssa instructed comfortingly. This was not starting off well.. I took a shaky breath. The stakes were too high, I couldn't mess this up.

"um.. so well.. first I can.." - why was it so hard to think of something?? I stood there desperately trying to think of at least one thing I could say, aware that every second that passed was making my reward less likely. My heart was pounding and my thoughts racing. Without giving it any thought, desperate to at least say something, I blurted out the first thing that popped into my mind.

"I can eat meals by myself!"

A look of slight incredulity could be seen on Alyssa's face but she stayed quiet, waiting for me to continue.

"Um.. and I can... help with laundry! And cleaning up my room! And... I can even use the microwave and toaster by myself! I've been practicing! And... I can take care of my pets!" I finished in a rush.

Alyssa nodded her head slowly. "That's quite a list you've got there cupcake, but I just want to ask you a few questions about it okay? I just want to make sure I understand"

I swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of fear and hope in my stomach. "Okay..." I managed to squeak out.

"Great!" Alyssa smiled warmly. "Now, let's see. First off, can you tell me which meals can you eat by yourself? The ones that are already cut up in bite sized pieces?"

Her question caught me off guard, and I felt a twinge of panic. I knew I had to be careful not to say anything that would give away too much. "Um, well, s-sometimes it's c-cut up..." I stammered, trying to think of an answer that wouldn't make me sound too incompetent. "I mean, I can eat some meals by myself, like macaroni and cheese or chicken nuggets.."

Alyssa smiled at me "Thank you sweetie I think I understand now. Alright, next question; Have you ever done the laundry by yourself?"

I took a deep breath before answering. "Well, I helped Daddy put clothes in the washing machine and dryer a few times, and last time I did it all by myself!" Raising her eyebrows, Alyssa replied

"Your Daddy told me about that.. He said there were soap suds everywhere and that a certain someone used a little too much soap" I looked away, not wanting her to see how pink my face was getting. She chuckled, continuing "Well, I'm sure your Daddy was very proud of you for trying at least. Now, let's talk about cleaning your room. Do you clean it every day or just when you're told?"

I shifted uncomfortably. "Um, well... "I try to keep it clean, bu-" Alyssa nodded, seeming to accept this as my answer. "And what about taking care of your pets?"

Finally confident in one of my answers I proudly state

"I pet them and I play with them all the time!! And they go outside and I watch them to make sure they are ok!"

"It sounds like you love them very much, but do you feed them, clean their litter box, and give them fresh food and water every day?" Alyssa inquired, already knowing the answer.

I felt a pang of guilt. "Well... um... I usually just play with them... but I thought that was taking care of them isn't it..?"

Alyssa smiled sweetly "So those are the reasons you think you're a big girl? You think you'd be okay by yourself for a few hours?"

I nodded shyly, looking at my feet.

"Well, I'm not quite convinced sweetie. Can you use the stove by yourself? Or the oven? Alyssa asked, her tone gentle but firm. "And what about changing your diapers? We wouldn't want someone's wet diapee to give them a rash right?" I felt my face flush even more. "I... um... I don't really know how to d-do those things..." I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Alyssa nodded, her expression sympathetic. "I know, and it's okay honey, I understand. You're still just a little girl, and there's a lot you don't know how to do yet. But that's why you have a babysitter here to help you when Daddy's not around, okay?"

I wanted to argue, but though I didn't want to admit it to myself, her words rang true. I looked down at my lap, the infantile garment stark proof of Alyssa's assessment.

Alyssa, noticing my silence, gently took my hand in hers. "I know it's hard to accept, sweetheart, but you're still just a little girl, and that's okay! Don't be in such a rush to grow up, being an adult is so boring... I know! Why don't I make us some popcorn and put on your favorite movie until your Daddy comes home, how does that sound?" Alyssa suggested animatedly, already knowing how easily my attention is diverted.

"Tangled?!" I squealed excitedly, forgetting everything temporarily. "Yeah, that sounds like fun!" I beamed up at Alyssa and ran to the living room to get ready, forgetting my skirt in my excitement.

Alyssa shook her head, smiling. "A big girl indeed.."

[joelmillerisapunk]

Girl Next Door

Neighbor!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Masterlist

Wordcount: 3,646

Summary: Joel finds himself overwhelmed by the desire to possess something that belongs to you, leading him to indulge in a secret fantasy.

~Or~

What Odette dreams about

Warnings: 18+, mentions of Tommy being in jail, underwear/ underwear sniffing kink? Unprotected bathroom bar sex, hair pulling, no physical description of reader minus hair being pullable, oral - m!receiving

Notes: NERVOUS AS ALL HECK TO POST THIS AS MY FIRST FIC IN A MINUTE. didn't know I had this kink until I had a similar dream, so don't look at me, but also, if anyone else likes this, please let's talk so I don't feel weird 😂 thanks as always @saradika-graphics for the divider

Joel is restless as he mindlessly tosses his clothes into the washing machine in the shared laundry room of his apartment complex. He can't stop thinking about the woman he saw moving in across the hall. There's just something about her that captivated him, and he can't shake her from his mind.

As he goes to add the detergent to the machine, he notices a basket of laundry sitting next to his. His eyes scan over the pile of clothes until they land on a pair of lacy panties. A thrill run through him as he realises that they were hers - yours.

The ones he saw when he was watching you move boxes, the ones he watched appear when you bent over and your shirt exposed the small of your back.

And before he can talk himself out of it, he quickly grabs the panties, stuffing them into his pocket. He turns around just in time to see you walking into the laundry room.

"Oh, hey there," you say with a friendly smile. "I didn't realize anyone else was using the machines right now."

Joel feels his face flush with embarrassment as he stutters out a response. "Uh, yeah, was just finishin' up."

You chuckle softly. "Well, don't let me interrupt you. I just need to switch my load over to the dryer."

As you bend down to transfer your clothes, Joel can't help but steal a glance at your body. He feels a stirring in his pants, and he quickly looks away, hoping you don't notice.

When you straighten up, you catch him looking and raise an eyebrow. "Everything okay?"

Joel feels his face grow even hotter. "Uh, yeah, sorry. I just got a little distracted."

You smile knowingly. "Well, I hope it was a good distraction.”

You make small talk as you wait for your laundry to finish, and Joel finds himself even more drawn to you.

As you’re about to leave, you turn to him. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it darlin?"

"Well, I seem to have misplaced a pair of my favorite underwear. I was wondering if you might have seen them around here?"

Joel's mind races as he tries to think of a response. He can't very well admit that he had taken them, could he?

"Uh, no, I haven't seen them," he stammers, hoping you don't notice the lie.

You look disappointed. "Oh, well, thanks anyway. I guess I'll just have to buy a new pair." And with that, you're gone. Shortly after, he gathers his things and leaves.

As soon as he’s outside the room, Joel lets out a sigh of relief. The adrenaline rush from stealing your underwear sends shivers down his spine. He can’t believe how easy that was. This is definitely the highest he's ever felt.

But as he walks away, a wave of guilt washes over him. What kind of sick fuck gets off on stealing women's underwear? He knows how wrong it is, but damn if it doesn't turn him on like nothing else ever could.

He walks aimlessly for a while, trying to distract himself from the thoughts in his head. But every time he thinks about those lacy panties clinging to his thigh, he feels his cock throb.

He needs to do something with them. He needs to feel them against his skin, to smell them, to touch them. But what? Should he hide them away in a drawer? Or should he just keep them nearby for whenever the urge struck?

Joel hesitates for a moment before finally making up his mind.

As he walks back into his apartment, he can’t help but imagine what it would be like to feel those panties on his body. The idea of feeling your softness against his skin makes his cock throb even harder.

Joel decides to try and sleep it off. Maybe by morning, the urge would pass, and he would be able to put this whole thing behind him.

He walks toward his bedroom and strips off his clothes before he climbs into bed. But try as he might, sleep eludes him. The urge to grab those panties and explore them with his tongue is too strong to ignore. He continues to shift restlessly in bed until finally giving in to temptation. He reaches down grabbing the soft fabric from his jeans wrapping one hand around his hard cock and using the other hand to bring the fabric up to his nose and inhales deeply.

Joel's hand moves up and down his shaft, stroking with a rhythm that he knows will bring him to climax in no time. He focuses on the sensation of his own hand, the softness of you on the lace, letting out a low moan as he feels himself getting closer to the edge.

But then, just as he's about to come, Joel hesitates. What if you found out? The thought makes him pause, making him wonder if it’s worth the risk. He decides to take a break for now. Throwing the panties to the floor, he lays there for a few moments, trying to catch his breath. But then he can't resist. The urge takes over slowly and then, all at once, crashing over him like a tidal wave about to suffocate him. Joel picks up the panties one more time and brings them close to his face, inhaling deeply.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath as he licks them slowly, savoring their scent. He runs his tongue over every inch of fabric before finally taking them into his mouth, sucking on them hungrily. "You taste so sweet baby."

He stops to hold the panties in front of his face, admiring their form, admiring the cut and color. He imagines how it would taste if he were to lick your pretty lips and your pretty little clit, imagining how it would taste when he slips his fingers inside you as you’re making a mess all over his face. It almost makes him come right then.

He moans softly as he imagines all the things he would be doing to you once he gets you alone. How you would feel wrapped around his cock, moaning as he pushes into you. His eyes light up as he envisions how you would feel, naked against him, begging and whimpering as he fucks you. He knows the perfect way to drive you insane; torturing you for pleasure before finally plunging into you, making you scream his name, begging daddy for his big cock. He pictures you writhing and crying underneath him as his seed spills all over your soft skin, filling the air with the musky scent of sex.

His fantasy is interrupted, however, as his phone rings, shattering the illusion of the forbidden paradise his imagination created. Joel groans in frustration, reluctantly answering it.

"Ya?" He demands, his voice rough with need and lust, not bothering to ask who it is.

"Hey, big brother. It's me." it was Tommy, and Joel could only guess what this was about. Tommy had seen himself in jail, his fair share these past few years, and Joel was tired of bailing him out.

"Tommy, I swear to god -" Joel starts, ready cuss out his brother and give him the old "I'm gonna kick your ass..." spiel, but Tommy cuts him off.

"I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna kick my ass. But it wasn't my fault this time. The guy had it comin. He was gonna hurt her. I was just tryin' to help. You gotta respect that, Mr. Southern gentleman himself." Tommy says, sounding sincere enough for Joel to believe him. He relaxes slightly. Tommy never did anything particularly bad, but he always manages to get himself in trouble somehow. Even as kids, he was always bailing Tommy out.

Joel rolls his eyes. “That's what you said the last time. I'm gonna kick your damn ass Tommy. I should leave ya in there."

"Alright, alright, look man-"

"What? Make it good, or I'm goin’ back to bed." Joel says impatiently.

"You bail me out this one last time, and I'll buy you the next round'a beer." Tommy bargains.

Joel can't help but laugh at his brother's proposal. "You're really tryin’ to bribe me with beer, huh? Fine, I'll bail you out one last time. But you better not fuck this up, Tommy, you ain’t gettin' another chance." Joel warns.

"Thanks, Joel. I won't let you down this time, I promise - promise on our mamma," Tommy replies, sounding genuinely grateful.

Joel sighs and hangs up the phone, shaking his head. He can't believe he was letting his brother talk him into this again.

But as he gets dressed and heads out to bail his brother out of jail, Joel can’t shake off the feeling of excitement that still lingers from his earlier encounter. The memory of those lacy panties, the scent of you on his fingers, the taste of you on his tongue - all of it is still fresh in his mind.

As he drives, Joel's mind starts to wander. He can't stop thinking about you, about the way you probably look in those silky panties, the way you feel and taste. He feels himself getting hard again just thinking about it. There’s something about you that draws him in, something that makes him want to possess you, to make you his own.

With one hand on the wheel, his free hand pulls out the underwear from his pocket, his hand shaking with desire as he holds the lacy panties up.

He lets out a low moan, his cock already rock hard in his pants and without thinking, he begins to rub himself through the fabric, imagining it’s your hand on him instead.

The sensation is overwhelming, and Joel can feel himself on the brink of climax almost immediately. He tries to hold back to savor the moment, but it’s no use. Within seconds, he’s coming hard, staining his jeans with his own release.

Panicked, he starts feeling around his truck for something to cover up the stain on his pants. He rummages through the glove compartment and the back seat before finally finding an old sweater that Tommy had left behind on a previous visit.

Joel quickly places the sweater over his bulge, hoping it would be enough to hide the stain.

When he arrives, he parks in the loading zone and jumps out of the truck, still trying to act casual while tying the sweater around his waist. But as he approaches the entrance, he can feel the eyes of the other visitors coming in on him, no doubt noticing the bulge in his pants and the sweater tied around his waist.

As he walks into the jail, his face flushes with embarrassment, and his mind still preoccupies with thoughts of you. He makes his way to the visitor's area, scanning the crowd for Tommy.

When he finally spots his brother sitting at a visitors table, looking bored and impatient, Joel approaches him, trying to act as casual as possible.

"Hey, Tommy," Joel says, as he sits across from him.

Tommy looks up and does a double-take when he sees the sweater tied around Joel's waist. "What the hell happened to you?" Tommy asks, with a smirk on his face.

Joel feels his face grow even hotter with embarrassment. "Nothin’, just spilled some coffee on my pants.”

Tommy raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.

Joel shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust the sweater tied around his waist. He can feel Tommy's eyes on him, still skeptical about the "coffee" stain.

"Sure thing, big brother. Whatever you say," Tommy says, chuckling to himself.

—

Joel and Tommy walk out of the jail, the weight of the situation heavy between them but still Joel can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him as they step out into the cool night air. He had done his duty as an older brother once again, bailing Tommy out of a sticky situation.

As they make their way to Joel's truck, he can’t shake off the thoughts of you that have been consuming him all day. He wants you, needs you, in a way that he has never felt before.

Tommy notices Joel's distracted state and ribbs him about it. "Hey man, you got a girl on the brain or somethin’? You've been acting weird since you got here."

Joel hesitates for a moment, as much of a dumbass his kid brother is, he’s really all he’s got, "Uh - yeah, there’s this girl... Can't stop thinkin’ about her."

Tommy chuckles. "Well, maybe you should ask her out or somethin’. What's the worst that could happen?"

Joel shakes his head. "It's not that simple. I... I don't even know her name."

Tommy raises an eyebrow. "Well, where’d you meet her?"

Joel hesitates for a moment before admitting the truth. "I saw her move the other day across the way. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Just sat there starin’ for a bit, I just couldn't help myself.”

"Well, maybe you'll run into her again sometime. And this time, you can introduce yourself like a normal person."

Joel nods, feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe Tommy was right. Maybe he would run into you again. And this time, he could do things differently.

—

The next evening, Joel finds himself at the bar down the street, hoping against hope that he might see you again, somewhere, somehow. He sits at the bar, nursing a beer and scanning the crowd for any sign of you.

As he sits there, he can't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. Has he been here before? It was like a fog had settled over his memory, making it difficult to recall the details.

And then, just as he's about to give up hope, he sees you walking towards the bar, your eyes scanning the crowd. And then, as if by some miracle, they land on him.

You smile, a shy, tentative smile that makes Joel's heart race. Joel can't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over him as he sees you approaching him at the bar.

He's always been awkward around women, especially ones as beautiful as you. He tries to play it cool, taking a sip of his beer and glancing up at the TV, but his eyes keep flicking back to you.

"Hey there, cowboy," you say, a playful smile on your lips. "I haven't seen you around here before."

Joel feels a wave of nervousness wash over him, but he tries to hide it with a grin. "Oh, I'm just passin' through," he says, hoping he doesn't sound as awkward as he feels.

But you seem to be enjoying his discomfort, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I'm glad you stopped by."

You lean against the bar, your body close to Joel's. He can feel the heat radiating off of you, and he finds himself struggling to focus on anything but you.

"So, cowboy, tell me what really brings you to this little dive bar?" You ask, your voice low and sultry.

Joel takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "Just needed a break from the rodeo, I guess," he says, trying to play along.

You laugh, a loud, genuine laugh that makes Joel's heart skip a beat. "Well, I'm glad you found it. Maybe we can make each other's night a little more interesting."

Joel feels a thrill run through him at your words. He knows what you're suggesting, and he can't help but feel a surge of desire. "I'd like that darlin."

You lean in closer, your lips brushing against Joel's ear. "Follow me."

Joel follows you through the crowded bar, his heart racing with excitement. He can't believe what's happening, but he doesn't want it to stop.

You lead him to the bathroom, pushing open the door and pulling him inside. The room is small and dimly lit, but Joel can see the desire shining in your eyes.

You push him up against the wall, your body presses against his. Joel can feel your breath hot against his skin, and he finds himself struggling to breathe.

"I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."

Joel feels a surge of desire run through him. He's wanted you just as badly, and he can't believe this is finally happening. He reaches out, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, your tongues dancing together as you explore each other's mouths.

Joel's hands move down your body, sliding under your skirt and finding their way to your panties. He can feel the heat radiating off of you, and he knows you want him just as badly as he wants you.

He slides your panties down your legs, his fingers lingering for a moment before he lets them fall to the floor.

You break the kiss, your breath hot and heavy. "Take me."

Joel doesn't need to be told twicn.sbb

De. He helps you up onto the sink and your legs wrap around his waist as he slides inside of you.

You moan with pleasure, your head thrown back as Joel thrusts into you. The bathroom is small and cramped, but neither of you care. All that matters is the heat and the pleasure between you.

Joel can feel himself getting close, the pleasure building up inside of him. He knows he won't be able to hold back for much longer.

But just as he's about to reach his climax, you pull away, your body sliding down his.

"Not yet, cowboy," you say, a playful smile on your lips.

Joel watches as you sink to your knees in front of him, your eyes never leaving his. He feels a surge rush through him as you reach for his hard cock, you wrap your hand around it, stroking him slowly. Joel lets out a low moan as he feels your hand on him, the sensation almost too much to bear.

You lean in closer, your breath hot against his skin. He can feel your lips brushing against the tip of his cock, and he holds his breath in anticipation.

And then, finally, you take him into your mouth. Joel lets out another moan as he feels your lips around him, your tongue swirling around his cock. His thoughts are consumed with desire as he watches you pleasure him.

He reaches down, tangling his fingers in your hair as he begins to thrust his hips, fucking your mouth with a roughness that takes you by surprise. You moan around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. He can't believe how good it feels and how much he wants you.

He feels himself teetering on the edge, and he knows he's about to come. He pulls out of your mouth, your saliva glistening on his cock.

Without a word, he pulls you up and turns you around, bending you over the sink. He can see your face in the mirror, your eyes wide with desire and anticipation.

He slides inside of you, your wetness coating his cock as he begins to thrust. He can feel you clenching around him, your body trembling. Joel reaches around, his fingers finding your clit. He begins to rub slow circles, hearing you moan with pleasure as he hits the right spot.

He knows he won't be able to hold back much longer, and with one final thrust, he spills his seed deep inside of you, filling you up as you moan with pleasure.

Joel watches in the mirror as you come with him, your face flushed with pleasure, and your eyes glazed over with desire. He can't believe what just happened, but he knows one thing for sure - he needs more of you.

He pulls out of you and helps you to your feet. You lean into him, your body trembling with pleasure.

"Wow," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel chuckles, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him. "Yeah, wow," he says, pulling you close for a kiss.

He helps you straighten your clothes, his fingers lingering on your skin for a moment before he pulls away.

You reach down, picking up your panties from the floor. You hold them out to Joel, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"A souvenir," you wink.

Joel takes the panties, his heart racing with excitement.

You lean in, your fingers putting a pre-written note in his pocket, and your lips brush against his ear. "Call me, cowboy," you say, your voice low and sultry.

And then you're gone, leaving Joel alone in the bathroom with nothing but the memory of your body and the scent of your panties to remind him of what just happened. He can't believe what just happened, but he knows one thing for sure - he's never felt this alive before.

[strawberryteabunny]

lolita laundry tip: blocking your lace

This is something that really helps to make any dress with cotton lace look nicer- in the first pic, the middle row on the bodice and right side neckline have been blocked, and in the second photo all the lace has been done. In the third photo, the upper section has been blocked and the lower section below the waist seam hasn’t (I know I need to lint roll this dress, sorry!)

‘Blocking’ is a finishing technique commonly found in knitting and lace-making where after you wash your piece, as it dries you pull it into the correct shape so that after it dries it maintains that shape. For lace especially, this changes the lace from a scrunched-up state, opening up the stitches so you can see the beautiful pattern. Technically, proper blocking involves putting the item on a special mat and pinning it into place, but for my lolita I’ve found that you can just do it by hand.

This is done after washing, but while the garment is still damp- I generally wash my dresses in a machine (on a normal or gentle cycle, cold settings only) and then let them air-dry, and that’s when I deal with the lace. If I put them in the dryer or let them dry as is, the lace would dry in the ‘scrunched up’ state rather than being neat and flat (this has to be done every time you wash the garment).

To block- hold the seam or edge of the garment in one hand, and gently tug at the lace with the other to spread it out into shape. Only use enough force to get the lace to spread out, and be careful not to pull so hard you damage the seams or fabric! Then just let the dress air dry.

If you need to fix scrunched lace on a dry dress, I’d suggest steaming rather than ironing. If you gently steam the lace until it’s damp, then wait a couple seconds for it to cool off, you can re-block it, but personally I find this more tedious than blocking out of the wash since you have to watch out for the heat.

This technique is generally just for natural fibers- if you own wool or cotton sweaters they will also benefit from being gently pulled into shape before drying (never put wool in the dryer as it will shrink!). Synthetic lace, however, maintains its shape and can be machine-dried as long as the rest of the garment is also dryer-safe.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 24 - Popsicle

@wolfstarmicrofic June 24, word count 992

Previous part First part

James and Peter managed to get the spilt water mopped up before McGonagall came to check on them and he and Sirius had made light work of the tables. 

“Where is Mr Snape?” She asked, peering around the room.

“He’s gone to swap the washing over,” Remus blurted out before anyone else could answer. 

“Fair enough,” She said before leaving the main hall. 

Sirius’s phone started blaring the final countdown, the timer for the washing machines. 

Remus hurried after McGonagall, praying she hadn’t gone straight to the laundry room. His stomach plummeted when he spotted her by the door.

“Remus, what are you doing?” Sirius whispered next to him. Remus jumped out of his skin. He hadn’t even heard Sirius come up behind him. 

“McGonagall’s gone to check on the washing, she’s going to know I lied about Snape.” But just then McGonagall exited the laundry room, followed by Snape. 

“Well done, Mr Snape, the laundry seems to be in hand. If you and the others can keep on top of it you should be able to join this afternoon’s competition.” She left him outside the main hall and disappeared around the corner. Remus and Sirius darted into the laundry room. 

All three dryers and all three washers were going and the next loads of bags were set up ready to be put in. The room even looked tidier.

“Did he sweep?” Sirius asked, scuffing his shoe on the previously dusty floor. Remus shrugged. 

“Let’s get back to the main hall in case she comes back.”

By the time they’d finished cleaning the main hall, the first dryer loads were done. They used the photos on Sirius’s phone and separated the clothes from each dryer into the correct piles, folded them and returned them to each individual’s laundry bag. 

They found that it took the same amount of time to sort the dried washing as it did for the tumble dryer to dry a load of washing, so once they’d finished it was time to start again. 

They got into a sort of rhythm and soon all the washing was washed, dried, folded and returned to the correct cabin. 

“Thank you, Severus,” Remus stuck out his hand to the other boy. He knew Snape had said terrible things about him, but life was too short to hold a grudge if there was a chance of clearing the air. To his surprise, Snape accepted his hand and uttered an apology for his previous behaviour. Remus beamed at him. 

“Do you want to join us for lunch?” He asked, ignoring the very audible mutterings behind him. He turned and glared at them. Snape’s eyes darted nervously between them all.

“Er, yeah, okay then. Should I meet you in there?” 

“Sounds like a plan,” Remus said as he herded the others out of the door. 

“What did you do that for?” Sirius griped at him when they were safely inside their cabin.

“He said some shit, he’s been punished for it, and he’s not said anything since. What’s he done that makes you all hate him so much?” The feud between them seemed to be an old one spanning years. Sirius took a while to answer, mulling things over in his head. 

“Well, it started because James was jealous that he was friends with Lily Evans, and she didn’t want anything to do with him and I think it stemmed from there.” Sirius slapped his palm against his head, “Oh my god, Remus, we’re feuding over a crush an eleven-year-old had.” He sighed and took Remus’s hands. “Alright, I’ll try, and I’ll make sure James and Peter aren’t pests either.” 

“Thank you,” Remus rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Oi, if I’m going to have to eat at the same table as that git I need more than a peck on the cheek.” Remus gladly fulfilled that request and let Sirius pull him into his arms and kiss him until he was panting for breath. 

Snape was already sitting at a table waiting for them. They quickly got their food and went to sit with him. 

James cleared his throat as he sat down. 

“Look, Snape, can we just put everything behind us from the past few years? It’s getting a bit tiring if I’m being honest,” James said, trying his best to sound genuine. Snape narrowed his eyes and took them in, presumably looking for the trick, but finding none, nodded. 

“Fine. Truce?” He held out his hand and James took it.

“Truce,” Peter took it next.

“Truce,” He said, smiling nervously at Snape. Snape held his hand to Sirius. Sirius stared at it for a moment before taking it. 

“Truce. But if you say anything about Remus again it will be full-out war,” He warned. 

“Those are acceptable terms, I agree.” Remus was the last. He didn’t exactly have a feud with Snape, but it was because of him that they’d promised to stop fighting, so he took the proffered hand and shook it, smiling a big grin at Snape. “Thank you,” Snape told him honestly. 

“I didn’t do anything,” Remus said back. 

McGonagall walked past their table and threw a big bag of lolly sticks down on it along with sellotape and scissors. 

“These are for the competition,” She paused when she spotted Snape sitting with them. “I’m glad to see you all getting along.” She added with a soft smile before walking over to the next table. 

“You know,” Peter said, opening the lolly stick bag, “In America, an ice lolly is called a popsicle. Weird, huh? I don’t think I could call it anything but an ice lolly.”

“You think that’s weird, Pete? In Australia, they call them ice blocks,” James told him.

“Wonder what the competition is if we only have sticks, tape and scissors,” Sirius mused aloud. They all hummed simultaneously at the thought, silence falling amongst them as they tried to figure out the task.

Next part

[jennaajoseph]

ㅤ ❛ Laundromat. ❜ ⸻ Jake Gyllenhaal x F!Reader.

── ﹙౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ MASTERLIST&INFO.﹚. ☆

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ SUMMARY. ⸻ Jake spots you doing your laundry.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ PAIRING. ⸻ young!jake gyllenhaal x fem!reader.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ CONTENTS. ⸻ uhhh washing machines??, Jake's cringe rizz attempts, light cursing, female reader.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ A/N. ⸻ I was watching shopgirl (2005) recently and the scene at the begining got me kinda inspired so yeah... (take the pics as the reference for his looks)

Also I've been thinking about a second part for this one cuz I have a small idea in mind.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ CREDITS. ⸻ photos - pinterest , divider - @/cafekitsune.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ﹙©jennaajoseph﹚

It was a chilly evening, and you took the opportunity to finally do your laundry since you didn't have any time to do that in the past few days.

You put your dirty clothes into the washing machine, and searched for some coins in your purse.

"Do you need change?" You heard a man's voice speaking from afar. You looked around the place, confused, until your eyes landed on the man that was sitting on the other side of the place.

"I asked if you need a change!" He said louder.

"Um, no! Thanks!" You yelled back awkwardly, and looked back into your purse.

"Okay!" He yelled back, and turned to look at the floor again.

You found a few coins, put them into the washing machine, and started it.

"You do your laundry here often?" A man's voice spoke again. You looked into his direction.

"My washing machine broke, it's my first time actually." You replied, not really sure if you should keep the conversation going.

"First times are always the worst, are they?" He replied smiling. You furrowed your eyebrows at his cringe response.

"I guess so." You whispered to yourself and sat back next to the washing machine you were using.

After a minute, you heard quiet steps approaching closer to you. "My name's Jake." he said, holding his hand out to greet you.

"y/n." You replied shortly shaking his hand.

"That's a pretty name." He smiled, leaning against the watching machine in front of you. "What a pretty lady like you is doing here all by herrself?"

"Laundry?" You looked at him confused.

"Good point." He whispered, looking around the place.

Your gaze dropped on the floor again as you two sat in silence for a bit, you — waiting for your laundry to be done, and to finally get away from him, and him — trying to think of something to say to keep the conversation going.

"Where do you work?" He asked suddenly, and you looked up again.

"I work in a small shop with gloves and other accessories for women."

"Yeah, that's nice." He smiled. "You are very pretty by the way."

"Thanks."

Jake noticed that his washing machine finished the laundry and quickly went back to his "spot". You sighed tiredly, praying that your laundry will be finished soon. After a while, he comes back, scratching the back of his head. "Do you have, maybe, some change I can borrow?"

"What?" You looked up at him.

"Uh, my clothes are still damp, and I don't have any on me right now." He chuckled awkwardly patting his pockets.

You raised your eyebrow and looked into your purse. He literally asked if you needed change before. Jake looked at you patiently as you handed him the rest of your coins. "You're a life saver, thank you y/n." He said as he turned back to his dryer.

You pitched the bridge of your nose, suddenly hearing the familiar sound, meant that your laundry is done.

"Fucking finally." You whispered to yourself and put all the clothes in your laundry basket. When you were about to leave Jake quickly approached you.

"Hey, thanks for your help, here's the rest." He held his hand out to give you the rest of the coins, but you declined. "Keep them, it's okay."

"You sure?" He put his hands into his pockets.

"I'm sure."

He smiled at you. "Thanks again, you are very nice."

"It's really not a problem, it's just some money, really." You replied struggling to keep the basket in your hands.

"Do you need help, maybe?" He asked pointing at the basket.

"No it got it-" He cut you off by grabbing your basket quickly.

"It's okay, I got it." He smiled.

"But your laundry is still in the dryer I think?"

"Yeah, it can wait, where do you live?" He insisted.

You looked at him, confused. "Just right down the street."

"Okay, cool, let's go then." He started to walk towards the door, you were right behind him, trying to keep up with his steps.

You two were walking in silence, the town was pretty quiet today — which was weird since it's usually quite noisy.

"I don't like this town." He said suddenly.

"Why not?"

"There's lots of weird people and junkies here." He shrugged.

"You're acting like you don't look like one." You whispered to yourself quietly.

"I may look like one but I'm not. I'm a cool guy actually, don't worry." He chuckled, adjusting the basket in his hands.

You rolled your eyes at his response.

"Do you like this town?"

"It's okay."

"It's okay." He quietly repeated what you said to himself, looking at the basket.

The rest of the walk went in silence. You two finally approached your apartment, and you turned back to him. "Thanks for helping me."

He smiled widely. "It's okay, I had fun." He handed you the basket, and you just stood there for a while.

"Well, see you around I guess?"

"Oh, do you want to give me your number? So we could, you know, stay in touch maybe?" He chuckled awkwardly.

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

You didn't want to give him your number, he was just a little too weird for you, but something in him also made you want him to keep talking to you. It was probably just a need for attention. "Do you have a pen and a paper?"

"No."

You chuckled in disbelief. "Are you going to remember it then?"

"No."

"Then what do you want me to do?" You replied slightly annoyed.

"Can I come in?" He leaned slightly towards you, his hands behind his back.

"What? No-"

"Oh c'mon, you clearly see that I like you, you are really bad at reading signs. I even left my laundry for you!" He threw his hands into the air.

You stood there, looking at him with a confused look. Well, that was a quick confession.

"I can fix your washing machine." He tried again.

"You can fix a washing machine?"

"No, but I'll try."

"Okay what exactly is your point? You keep gluing to me the whole time when I was trying to do laundry, and now you want to get into my house for no reason? I'm not looking for one night stand, if that's what you want." Your tone got louder as you finally decided to speak up what's on your mind.

"Okay, I know, I may be a little weird, but i promise I'm not here to fuck you." He tried to calm you down.

"No? Because that's what it looks like." You frowned. "I'm not falling for that." You began to open your apartment door.

"y/n let me just say something..."

"Just go get your laundry and go home" You spat at him, finally walking into your apartment. When you wanted to close it, his foot quickly blocked the door. His head peaked out of the small gap.

"y/n I know how it looks like, but it's not my intention I swear!" He started. "I'm just really bad at talking to women, and I find you very, very, very attractive, and I just wanted to ask you out for dinner. I'm sorry if I sounded like a weirdo earlier." His tone got more desperate when his response continued. You opened the door further, and he gave you a pleading look. "Please just one dinner, if you don't like it, I promise I will leave and never come near you again."

You sighed and your head dropped down. "Okay." You replied like you didn't have any other choice.

"Okay?" He replied in disbelief.

"Yeah, whatever, just tell me when, and what time."

"How about I pick you up tomorrow at 8? We can walk towards my favorite restaurant." He gave you a grin.

"Sounds good."

"Really? That's amazing! Thank you y/n!" He pulled you into a tight hug.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and returned a hug. Surprisingly, it felt nice. Spending so much time alone just made you melt into the smallest drops of affection someone gave you. His hand gently caressed your back and you hummed softly at his gesture.

"I can do that all the time if you want." He chuckled.

"It just feels nice." You whispered.

"I bet it does." He smiled. "Tomorrow at 8, yeah?" He pulled you out of the hug.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"I'll pick you up at 8 then." He gave you a goofy smile. "Good night, y/n." He waved at you, and began to walk away.

"Don't forget your laundry!" You yelled to him.

"I won't!" Ye yelled back, quickly walking towards the laundromat place.

"Good night, Jake." You whispered to yourself before getting into your apartment.

[alfiely-art]

Alright chat here is my laundry tutorial WITH PICTURESS. Alfie washer and dryer reveal

So. Your washing machine is empty.

It may look something like this! This is a top-down view of mine, but your washing machine may have a horizontal door. That's okay! That doesn't change much of the instructions. Basically, what you wanna do is fill this thang up with clothes you want to wash.

I've chosen to wash my blankets. Now, very important- I haven't filled the washer entirely. Unless you're doing EXTREMELY light clothes, you do NOT want to fully fill your washer. This can overload it and cause it to break. Doing ONLY heavy clothes can also overload your washer- ex: a load of only bath towels. It's important to keep in mind what exactly you're putting into the load- if the clothes will get much, much heavier after getting wet, do less clothes. My blankets are all pretty light, so they're all good.

Next, you need to find where the detergent goes. This will be different for every washing machine, but it should be relatively easy to find- here's mine.

I don't use liquid detergent, I use the little crumbly dust shit. I'd recommend only using about that much detergent in a load- you don't want it to be TOO soapy. If you use liquid detergent, you don't want to use too much, either. I'd say about a third of a cap of the container. But, yeah! Just plop it in the part that says "detergent". If you have a softener to use, put it in the other part (assuming your washing machine has this seperation). Then close that, close the lid, and turn your attention to the buttons.

This is a lot of buttons. On a normal wash, you won't have to touch most of them, thankfully- just go to the water temp area and turn it to cold. I'd only recommend using hot water if the clothes Really need it- I only use hot water if a cat peed on my clothes or something similar to that nature. Hot water is more expensive and could be better used for washing dishes or taking showers or other things. So! Cold for normal loads. The little wheel can be turned for specifying what sort of load you're doing- though, I rarely turn it. That part is up to your discretion! Also note that it has an option for "tub clean". It's a good idea to let your washer clean itself every once in awhile. After you've chosen all the settings you want, just hit start.

Now, let's say your washer has finished. Now it's time to use the dryer! The dryer is pretty simple. Just put your clothes from the washer to the dryer. VERY IMPORTANT THING TO REMEMBER: the lint trap. When drying clothes, lint will accumulate, and most dryers have a lint trap to catch it. Lint is EXTREMELY flammable. Make sure to clean the lint trap each time you do a load of laundry.

Lint isn't sticky or gross but if you can't bring yourself to touch it or are allergic, that's perfectly fine! You can use gloves, a butter knife to peel it off, whatever. It's very loose and tends to all come off at once. No matter what, though, don't forget the lint trap. If you let it sit there you have a fire waiting to happen. On the bright side, though, if you collect it you have easy fire starters for camping and such. Woohoo!

Now, the dryers buttons.

You probably won't have to use most of these buttons. Hell, I've never used any of these buttons other than the Time Dry, Power, and Start button. But your load may need these. Either way, just hit what settings you need, and start the load. When you've just transferred your clothes from the washer to the dryer, I recommend having the load dry 60 minutes. It may need more or less time depending on what's in the load and how wet they are, but 60 minutes is a good place to start.

And you're done!! You did laundry. There's different ways to wash different things (shoes, for example) but this is mainly an overview of it. If you have any specific questions let me know, or look it up! There's lots of tutorials and guides online. I hope this helps! Doing laundry is an important skill to learn, I think, and I'm happy to help people learn how to do it 👍

[im-not-a-l0ser]

Hi, today sucked, lemme tell you all the reasons it sucked in chronological order

I woke up at 1 am and read for a while. I did not get back to bed until 5 am.

I woke up approximately 15 minutes before I had to be out the door, so despite my planning to take a shower and wear a Victorian esc clothing today (for throwback Thursday, dumb school thing) I couldn't.

I didn't eat last night, so for the first time this semester I got breakfast from the cafeteria and it was not good.

We were practicing hand and arm massages in class for state board and wow, I fucking hated the smell, feeling and all around company of the lotion we were using.

I didn't charge my phone last night so I had my phone (and laptop) plugged in for my last two periods of school.

It was warm enough that I didn't need my jacket (a comfort item) so I took it off and put it over my backpack. It fell on the dirty bus floor while I was napping through the half hour bus ride.

My laptop wasn't plugged in properly so it was nearly dead when I got home.

Dad said we were going to the library to file my taxes. Okay, gotcha, I won't change into my home clothes, I'll just switch my binder out for a bra.

My sheets were dirty and I didn't want to lay in my gross bed with clean clothes on so I stripped my mattress and brought the sheets downstairs, where I find the washing machine on a self cleaning cycle. It was at 0, but I guess that's not done?

I notice that my little siblings who had lice for a couple days have put clothes in the laundry basket downstairs, which has my prom dress in it. Prom is on Saturday and I am literally too afraid to dig through their shit to find the dress.

I return to my room and work on chapter two of a story, but it's getting late and my dad hasn't called me out to the van yet.

I only learn my dad is home when he sends a picture of dinner to the gc. I leave my room to ask when we're doing taxes; he tells me he's eating and that I should eat too.

Twenty minutes later (like 7:50 pm at this point), we finally start my fucking taxes.

Very long annoying process, to learn that state taxes should not be filed through this site for me. It worked just fine for my sibling. I ask dad if we can do it tomorrow and he says taxes are due in four days. Whatever.

We go to a different site to file my state taxes where I try to register twice and it denies me both times for my laptop having a VPN. I do not control that; it's my school laptop and it didn't even process that's what the issue was for like 10 minutes.

Dad tells me to go to bed. He's tired. That's when I'm allowed to go to bed, when he's tired.

I return to my room and realise my sheets have never been put in the wash, and I can't sleep without a blanket. And for obvious reasons, I only trust that one blanket right now.

I shove it in the wash for a half hour load, but it doesn't fucking matter because my sister's shit is in the dryer at 45 minutes. She doesn't have an empty basket in the bathroom to put the dry stuff into should it finish and someone else needs to. Her shit is going on the floor in about 20 minutes.

I'm laying on my bed, very cold, just waiting for the fucking wash to be done so I can go to sleep. Except, I know it won't be because my sheets take like two hours to dry at high heat, which also means I won't have my comfort jacket for tomorrow.

I just want to go to sleep and can't because I'm stressing over the idea of going to school in not my comfort jacket.

Honorable mentions: My cosmetology textbook has really misleading information regarding synthetic wigs and its pissing me off. I was supposed to go to Walmart today so I could get breakfast for tomorrow. We had a test in English that gave me a lot of anxiety.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

The Brother Trap

Fandom: DC Comics, Flashfam

Summary: Owen wants to connect with his half-brothers for the first time. Luckily for him, they all go to the same university. Will bad blood between twins keep Owen from the family of his dreams, or is he the missing piece they've always needed?

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Owen Mercer, Axel Walker, Thad Thawne, Bart Allen, Meloni Thawne, Deborah Morgna, Preston Lindsay, President Thaddeus Thawne Mention

Relationships: Owen Mercer/Axel Walker, Thad Thawne/Deborah Morgna, PrestonBart

Additional Tags: POV Third Person, College AU, Angst and Fluff, Family Dynamics, Family Issues, No Powers AU

Chapter Two: Gamer Mom

Bart sniffed his sweater, and Meloni threw it in the washing machine. "If you have to smell it, it's dirty," Meloni whispered. Bart rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled. "How was your week?"

"It was good," Bart mumbled, "We're worldbuilding right now, and then I took my midterms. I think I did alright."

Meloni took the sheets out of the dryer and carried them to the couch. "You did your best. That's all that matters, Sunshine," she whispered. Bart met with her in the living room and helped her fold their blankets. After they were done, she packed his sheets neatly into his laundry basket. "You know, you don't have to wait every other week to do laundry... You and Thad could just—."

Bart slipped away and went into the kitchen, and Meloni followed him. "I thought you two were getting along better," Meloni whispered.

"Why? Did he say something? Because he's lying," Bart replied defensively. Meloni chuckled and opened the fridge. She always laughed it off, but it hurt her deep down that Thad and Bart couldn't get along. She tried not to push. Don always warned her not to force the boys' closeness.

Bart made tuna sandwiches, and Meloni poured lemonade into two glasses. "It's nothing that he said... It's just a feeling I got from him. I love you both, you know?" Meloni whispered. Bart nodded, and she wiped a smudge off his cheek. She opened two small bags of chips and poured the contents out on a plate.

"Love you too, Mom," Bart mumbled. He gave her a quick embrace and took their plates to the living room. "What've you been up to?"

She brought the lemonade in from the kitchen and plopped down beside him on the couch. "You know, just boring mom stuff. Finally convinced the other moms to go to laser tag," Meloni half-joked, "Helena seemed a little out of her element, but—." Bart's eyes widened.

"You were serious?" Bart asked.

"Yeah! It was so much fun. And you were so right about it being intense in the moment," Meloni smiled. Bart bit into his sandwich and listened as she talked. Meloni was thrilled to tell Bart about her budding friendships with the other moms. She didn't have very many friends growing up, so it meant a lot to her to have friends, even if they were just the mothers of Bart's friends. "And then I went to the movies with Helena."

"Like a date?" Bart asked casually. Meloni's eyes widened, and she leaned back into the couch. "Mom?"

"Hm?" Meloni asked as she took a huge bite of her sandwich. "Issh not a date." He turned back toward the tv and nodded.

Bart finished his sandwich, and they didn't say anything else for a while. A random action series played on the tv, but they were more focused on finishing lunch. "Do you date anybody at all?" Bart asked. "I mean, aren't you lonely?"

"I don't really think about dating. My life's far too exciting to be dating... I mean... I have the mom group thing and the work junk, and I'm a gamer now," Meloni replied. Bart chuckled softly to himself. "What's so funny about being a gamer mom?"

"Nothing," Bart smiled, "But you know, it's okay if you wanna start dating." Meloni looked at Bart, and before she could address what he said, her phone rang.

"Sorry, Sunshine. I'll be right back," Meloni apologized as she rushed upstairs to her room and answered her phone. "Hi, Sweetpea."

"Mom, I just wanted to return your call because you didn't leave a message," Thad answered. Meloni sat down at the foot of her bed. "Are you busy?"

"No, I'm not busy... What's wrong?" Meloni asked. She squeezed her knee as she awaited an answer.

"Nothing, I just wanted to tell you you were right. I went to that party, and I think I made a friend. He wants to meet up during the week and play rugby with his friends," Thad reassured her.

Meloni was so excited that Thad was making friends. She didn't hear anything after that. "That's such good news," Meloni smiled to herself. She'd never say it out loud, but she always feared Thad would have the same struggles with making friends that she did. "Sorry, you said something about hanging out?"

"Yeah, he wants to play rugby... Um, Mom?" Thad asked.

"Sweetpea, it's not—."

"What the hell is rugby?" Thad interrupted. Meloni chuckled out of surprise. Thad laughed too.

"I'll look into it... Listen, are we still on for next weekend?" she asked.

"Laundry and cards?" Thad asked.

"Yeah, and maybe you can invite your new friend, and we'll play cards," Meloni suggested, "And you can meet one of my mom friends."

"I'll see. Love you, Mom," Thad replied. She frowned and pressed her palm against her forehead. Meloni was afraid of overstepping her boundaries. Bart wasn't as prone to humiliation as Thad, so she never knew when she'd struck a nerve.

Meloni started back downstairs. "I love you too," she whispered before Thad hung up. Meloni plopped down next to Bart on the couch, and he lay his head on her lap. "Do I suck?"

Bart wrinkled his forehead. "No," Bart answered, "I think you're the coolest... Well, maybe the second coolest. 'Cause Conner's mom. Actually, the third coolest." Meloni playfully hit him with a pillow.

"I'll be second to Conner's mom, but there is no way I'm the third coolest mom," Meloni chuckled. She didn't tell him that she talked to Thad. It wasn't something that she wanted to argue about. Besides, it wasn't like he didn't already know.

[fallowhearth]

I have a recurring order-of-operations problem within my weekend housework. My usual routine is as follows: Saturday starting first thing in the morning I do my washing; Saturday afternoon remake bed and replace towels; Sunday morning clean sinks etc; finish putting away clean clothes/linens by Sunday afternoon. This Saturday washing / Sunday cleaning schedule works out great as far as it goes, in that I consistently do it. But, there is a remainder: the linens I use for Sunday cleaning are rarely enough for an entire load of washing, and I've already done the main linens wash. These remaining dirty linens can either sit around for a week, which is not very sanitary or... Idk, I have to come up with some extra stuff to wash?

The obvious fix would be to reverse the days. Saturday cleaning, Sunday washing. But there are several issues here. Firstly, washing is usually not a single day process, especially if there are things that need air-drying (I know using the dryer is wasteful but I am in a tiny apt with no outdoor hanging space). This means that if I want to start Monday without tasks hanging over my head, I need to start washing early. Secondly, cleaning is a task that has more startup costs for me, so I need a day of idleness to work up to it. Washing is easy to start as it's trivial to collect some stuff and throw it in the machine - it's a minute or two of active attention, then just waiting. After that the task is broken up into a bunch of small tasks that follow naturally, so it feels easy to chip away at on my first day of idleness. I could try to do all tasks on Saturday but in my experience that means less overall likelihood that all tasks will be complete by Monday.

It's a puzzle and I haven't come up with a good solution. (You guessed it right now I have a small amount of linens sitting in the washing machine and I don't know what to do about them.)

[starsbegantofall]

All of the clothes mending I finished this 3 day weekend, except for the bottom right pants, I actually did two of them, light pink and bright fuschia. Did any of these mending tasks take more than 5 to 10 minutes to do? No. Not at all. Then why did it take me so long to do them? The mental illness.

For some reason my washing machine or dryer (or dry cleaner) eats up buttons, but I managed to rescue the buttons and finally replaced them on 5 pieces of clothing. I also repaired a ripped pocket seam on some homemade flannel pajama pants. As for the pink trousers, these are to be worn with ao dai (traditional Vietnamese clothing) but I was apparently much skinnier 6 or so years ago when I first got these tailored. I thought I would never be able to wear them again but I noticed the front waistband was sewn with a large seam allowance tacked down on the interior center, and if I let out the seam allowance to its fullest, it would just fit my waist exactly. I ripped the front seam out and resewed the seam with like 1/4 inch seam allowance and now I can wear these trousers without compression. They don't match my new teal ao dai (also had to upsize to an XL instead of M lol) that well, but don't look too bad especially since the front is hidden under the dress, so I consider this a win. Especially if I want new pants, I would have to sew my own pants with invisible zipper, and that's beyond my skill level. I technically have to hem my ao dai since I won't be wearing the tallest shoes in the world with them but I think I need someone to measure the hem for me, so that's gotta wait.

The last mending I have to do is replacing lost rhinestones on a jacket and blouse but I would have to shop around for rhinestones. Pro tip, handwash anything with rhinestones because they will fall out no matter how delicate cycle you use. And an older Liz Lisa dress with the elastic cracking at the sleeves but I dunno if I want to handsew or machine sew the chiffon yet.

Below is before shot of the overfull mending basket, with the ao dai draped over top, plus some finished mending I did earlier this year including: a Pokemon fluffy headband for washing your face with the elastic disintegrated, a velvet cloth for protecting my violin with the batting inside disintegrated and replaced with fluffy flannel, zipper replacement for my Liz Lisa dress, and sewing up a ripped seam on my leopard print pillowcase.

And for a little bonus photo, four scrunchies I made from some print fabric scraps, yes with my fake nails on, some scraps too small to make anything but tiny doll clothes out of, but the scale would be weird. Not sure I want to keep making them though because as my previous mending photos indicate, the elastic will eventually wear out (probably in like 5 or 10 years but still... that's annoying). What do you think? Yay or nay?

[myoddlifeintechnicolor]

August 13th, 2024

Today was a shitty day. Before work yesterday I went and got cash for laundry quarters and cash. $25. After work I went to the car wash to get $5 in quarters. Then When I got home i started my laundry. I had put it in my car before work so I could pop it in when I got home. Well i started my laundry and then went down later and popped in into the dryer. It was late so I decided id get it in the morning. Well that was this morning. I went to go get my clothes out of the dryer and they were still wet/damp/moist. It was gross and they smelled. I used my last few quarters to start the load drying again. I think I put the quarters in the wrong dryer last night. I finished getting ready and put on regular clothes and then grabbed my laundry and took it to work. I decided I would just change when I got to work. That part worked okay. But then I need gas and wanted to get something to drink. I decided I wanted the juicy whip drink from the circle K. I pull into the gas station and can only find one gas pump open and the one car in the lane was pulled so far forward I wouldn’t have been able to pump mine. Then I realized at was at 7/11 not circle K so i got back in my car and went to the circle k. I pull into that gas station and there’s only a few pumps open. I pull into and now i have to pay with my card because I need the $20 I was going to use to get quarters tonight after work. I figured I’d buy my drink and get the cash back. I go to use my credit card too pay for gas and the card machine has a red light and is not working. I decide to go in and get my orange drink and then I will go to another pump. I go in and I have to wait to use the drink machine and then I start getting my drink and it starts coming out as just water. I ended up leaving the cup there and got an Arizona tea. Then the creepy guy that works there stared at me. And then when I got outside every spot was full of amazon trucks. And they hadn’t even started pumping and still had to go in to get snacks ugh. I ended up getting gas down the street. And was almost late. Oh and it’s nanny’s birthday. I think that’s why im sensitive.

[petersspidey]

Laundry Day

Summary: Y/N needs help carrying her laundry down to the laundry room and Bucky steps in to save the day. But he also has a load of his own ;)

Warnings: a lot of smut

Word Count: 3154 (its so long wtf)

MASTERLIST

Sometimes you hated Tony.

Like when he was overly cocky, and almost ruining your missions but somehow coming out the hero. Or when he tells the team something you didn't want all of them to know.

But you have never hated him more than when he put the laundry in the basement of the Avengers compound. You argued with him when he was first building it. He put your room on the top floor in the furthest possible wing from the laundry and unlike almost all of the Avengers you did not have super strength. So carrying your laundry across the entire building and down eight flights was not exactly easy.

So every two weeks you would spend 15 minutes just getting your dirty laundry from your room down to the laundry room, cursing Tony's name every time.

So there you were, the second Sunday of every month leaving your room, with an overflowing basket of laundry in your hand. As soon as you opened your door it felt like you ran into a brick wall. You toppled backward landing on your ass, and you had completely dropped your basket. Your clothes had spilled everywhere.

You sighed, and looked up.

"Sorry, Y/N." Bucky said

He bent down, starting to help you pick up your clothes.

"It's ok," you sighed, joining him in placing everything back into the basket.

"What were you doing standing outside my room anyway?" you asked

"I wasn't standing outside your room … I just happened to be walking past right as you opened your door."

You laughed, "ok Buck. Whatever you say."

He huffed in frustration. You always knew how to get under his skin, but he also knew how to get under yours.

Bucky helped you pick up the last few items of your laundry, when he held up something in front of your face.

You black lace thong. Your eyes widened, and you quickly snatched it from his hands.

You quickly threw the last things into your basket, and stood up.

"Well, thanks for the help. I gotta go."

You tried to get out of there as quickly as possible. Your cheeks burning red over the fact that Bucky just had your dirty underwear in his hand. But, your basket once again held you back. You lifted it, but had to walk slowly, barely able to see over the top of the mountain of clothes.

"Do you need some help?" Bucky asked, watching you walk away

"Nope. I'm good," you yelled back.

Bucky eyed you for a second, before turning to walk away. You continued down the hall, slowly making your way to the elevator. After barely making it anywhere. You placed the basket down for a moment, resting your arms. You stretched your back, and before you could bend down again to scoop up your basket Bucky was standing beside you, reaching down to grab it.

"I said I didn't need help," you said

"Yeah, and as much fun as it was watching you struggle to carry this and need to take a break five seconds in, I figured I'd just lend you a hand," he said

"Well it's not my fault I'm not a supersoldier like you," you muttered

Bucky chuckled and started walking down the hall toward the elevator.

"You carry this by yourself every week? How do you go through so many clothes?" he asked

"Well, every other week. But, yes."

"And! This is not an abnormal amount of clothes for two weeks, thank you very much." you continued

"You know, if you did laundry every week you might not have such an issue getting down to the laundry room." Bucky said, smirking at you.

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever, Barnes."

"You're just upset because you know I'm right."

As you approached the elevator, you pressed the button and Bucky put your laundry down.

"Thanks, I think I've got it from here," you said.

The elevator doors opened, and once again, before you could grab your basket Bucky managed to get a hold of it first.

"Really, Bucky. It's ok I'll be fine from here."

"Are you forgetting about the long hallway downstairs?" He said, stepping onto the elevator with your clothes.

You huffed, and followed him on.

"I'm a big girl. I can do it myself."

The doors closed and you began to descend.

"Oh don't get your little lacy panties in a twist,  I wasn't doing anything else I don't mind giving you a hand." Bucky said, smirking at you, knowing exactly how you'd react.

Your face became red again.

"Don't talk about my underwear."

"If you don't want me talking about your underwear maybe you should move the hot pink g-string that you have sitting at the top of your basket."

You lightly gasp, and reach over, pulling the pair off the top and shoving them down the side of your basket.

Bucky chuckled again. Knowing he was embarrassing you.

The elevator stopped, and you both stepped off into the basement, heading down the long hall to the laundry room.

"You must've done something to make Tony mad if he put your room so far from the laundry."

"I'm fully convinced he just likes to cause me problems. He probably has FRIDAY watching me on the cameras. I do not doubt one bit that he laughs at me hauling this downstairs twice a month."

Bucky laughed at your statement.

You smiled back at him. You don't see him smile much. It was a good change.

You turn the corner with Bucky. You could see the laundry room door at the end of the hall now. The two of you walk silently until you reach the door. You open it, and Bucky walks in in front of you and places your basket full of clothes down in front of one of the washers.

"Thanks for helping me. Would've taken me twice as long to get down here if I was by myself."

"It's no problem. It's always fun to show off my strength to a pretty lady."

"Oh so I'm a pretty lady?" you teased

Bucky blushed.

You smirked, and opened the washing machine lid. You began loading your clothes in. Bucky stood near you, leaning on the dryer right beside.

"You don't have to wait down here with me," you told him

"I figured I'd just wait and walk back upstairs with you."

"It's really ok, Buck. I usually just hang out down here until my loads are done. It's only a 30 minute cycle."

"Well maybe I'll just hang out down here with you…" Bucky said, as if he was waiting for your permission.

"Sure, I guess. If you really want to."

You filled up one machine, and threw the detergent in, shutting the lid. You moved over to another machine and began putting in a second load.

You heard Bucky chuckling, and turned around to look at him.

"What?" you questioned

"You have so many clothes that you have to use two washing machines." He said, shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever Barnes. It's because unlike you, I don't wear the same Henley's and jeans every day."

"No, you wear different coloured thongs every day." he teased

You finished placing all the laundry in the machine, and left your basket on the floor.

You walked back toward where Bucky was standing and jumped up onto one of the empty machines, sitting on the lid.

"You really just sit down here on top of a dryer waiting by yourself? You know there's a table and chairs right there." Bucky said

"Usually, yeah. Sometimes I bring a book down, but it's nice and quiet down here…" you started

"Well, usually I'll sit on top of one of the washing machines that I'm using, and not the empty dryer," you added, knowing exactly what you were insinuating.

Bucky's eyes shot up to you. "What?" he asked, thinking he hadn't heard you right.

"You heard me." you confirmed

"Well, alright. So why aren't you sitting on one of those today?"

"Well, usually only something I do while I'm down here alone."

"Don't be shy, doll."

Something about the way Bucky said doll, made you squirm. You hesitated for a second before you got off the dryer, and walked toward the machine that you had just turned on, climbing on top of it. You sat, letting your legs hang over the edge, eyes on Bucky.

The vibrations from the machine were shooting through you, pulsating right to your center. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling. You could hear Bucky walking closer, he lightly spread your legs and stood in between them. You opened your eyes. Bucky's face was inches from yours. He leaned in closer, taking either side of your face in his hands. You expected his metal hand to be cold against your face, but it was almost as warm as his other.

He looked you in the eyes, before bringing your face towards his, pressing a sloppy kiss against your mouth (ok but think Endings, Beginnings kiss - his character with Shailene Woodly). You leaned into the kiss, opening your mouth more, allowing him to slide his tongue inside. You wrapped your legs around his back, pulling him as close to you as you possibly could. The vibrations from the machine, still sending pulses right to your core.

You could already feel yourself getting more wet by the second. Bucky's mouth on yours mixed with the feeling of the machine below you. You needed more. You ran your hands down Bucky's body, reaching underneath his shirt to feel his skin. Bucky ran his hands over you, one of his fingers grazing against you hard nipple poking through your shirt. You moaned into his kiss.

Bucky slid his hands under your shirt and began lifting it. You raised your arms over your head, allowing him to take your shirt off. You broke your kiss as he lifted your shirt over your head. He stared at your bare chest as he threw your shirt to the side. You pulled him close, shoving your lips back against his.

His hands roamed your bare back, holding you tight against him. He began kissing down your neck, toward your chest. You leaned back on your hands, allowing him easier access to your hard nipples.

You moaned, and allowed your head to fall back as he swirled his tongue around your breast. His hands fumbled with the buttons on your jeans, undoing the zipper. He pulled away, and urged you to lift up your bottom so he could rip your jeans from your legs.

He tossed them aside, and looked at you sitting in only your underwear. He smirked, seeing how wet they were.

"Granny panties?" he questioned

"Shut up, all my good pairs are in the laundry." you said, taking your panties off yourself, leaving you completely exposed. He stood, looking at you, enjoying the sight. You looked down and saw his cock fighting against the zipper of his jeans.

Bucky groaned before touching you.

"Lie down," he ordered, placing one hand on your chest, getting you to lie your back completely flat on the machine.

You twitched as your bare back hit the cold metal of the washer, before settling in.

You looked down at Bucky, just as he was bending over placing a long lick against your slit. You moaned loudly, not expecting him to do that. He looked up at you as he placed another lick, taking in your wetness.

He saw the look of ecstasy on your face and took it as a sign to keep going. He dove into your pussy, face first. You gasped, and arched your back, only pressing your wetness deeper into Bucky's face. Bucky teased you, leaving small, gentle strokes along your clit.

You wrapped your legs tight around his head, "stop teasing me," you begged

You could feel him smirk, "anything for you, doll."

Bucky began pressing his tongue harder against your clit. Moving it up, down, and in circles. You moaned loudly, your grip tightening on his hair.

The vibrations from the machine and his tongue on you were too much. You began thrusting up against his face. You wanted nothing more than him inside of you.

"Buck, please." you moaned

Bucky brought one of his hands up toward your breast. He kneaded it in his hand as his tongue dove around your pussy. He flicked your hard nipple between his fingers. You cried out in pleasure. You could feel your orgasm building.

"Don't stop, i'm so close," you whined out

Bucky didn't stop. He continued sucking on your clit until you could feel your walls come crashing down. You pulled on his har, and tighten your legs around his head as he continued through your orgasm.

When you finally calmed down, you slowly let your grip on him go. You were panting, lying back on the still vibrating washing machine, staring at the ceiling, taking in that feeling of ecstasy.

Bucky stood up and stared at you. He loved the sight of you. You were panting, cheeks red, a total mess. All for him.

Bucky looked around, thinking of how and where he was going to fuck you. He eyed the table.

"Get up, doll." he told you

You sat up, breathless, "Why,"

"Machine's too tall, beautiful. Can't fuck you up there."

Just hearing Bucky say that made your pussy twitch. He placed either hand on your hips and helped you down. You stood, leaning against the washing machine as Bucky began undressing in front of you.

He tossed his shirt to the side, and began taking his pants down. He stood in front of you in only his underwear.

"Take them off," you begged

Bucky gave you a smug look before pulling them down as well.

You moaned, just at the sight of him. You hadn't realized that the supersoldier serum would affect that part of him as well.

You moved toward him, taking his huge cock in your hand. You ran your finger over his tip, precum already leaking out

"Fuck," he muttered

"That's the idea," you said.

Bucky gripped your hips tight, shoving you toward the table in the corner of the room. He lifted you up and sat you down on the edge.

"Lean back, so I can shove my dick in you." he ordered

You obeyed. Lying flat on the table, bringing your heels up so they were resting on the table as well. You kept your eyes on Bucky, he traced his finger up and down between your folds. You twitched at the smallest touch.

"Please," you whined

Bucky grinned at you, before taking his cock in his hand, and lightly brushing it up against you.

Bucky lined himself up with your entrance, and slowly slid inside. You cried out in pleasure the deeper he got. You felt so tight with his massive cock. You watched Bucky push the rest of himself in. He shot his head back, mouth open, moaning loudly.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he said breathlessly

You both stayed still, taking in the feeling of Bucky stretching you out. He pulled you closer to him, taking either of your legs and putting them over his shoulders. When he pulled you tight against him, you could feel him get even deeper inside of you.

Bucky slowly began to rock in and out of you. The feeling overwhelming. You couldn't hold in your moans. Never had it felt so good to have someone so close and so deep inside of you.

You shot your hand down to your clit, moving it slowly between your fingers as Bucky began to pick up his pace. You already knew it wasn't going to take much for you to come again, especially with how Bucky was moving in and out of you.

Bucky slowed his pace, sliding out of you, and then pushing back in hard. You circled your clit harder as he continued thrusting in and out.

He pushed in, and you moaned hard, arching your back.

"Right there, don't stop." you said

Bucky kept his pace, thrusting in and out. He knew you were close to coming again.

"Such a good girl," he said to you

Hearing Bucky call you that was enough. You circled your clit twice more before your walls came crashing down. Your other hand gripped the side of the table.

"Oh my god,"

Your pussy twitched around his dick, but he didn't stop moving. He continued fucking you through your orgasm.

You groaned, knowing if he kept going like this another orgasm wouldn't be far behind. Both your arms were spread, gripping different ends of the table. Bucky brought his hand down to your clit. Running his thumb over it, over, and over, and over again.

Bucky rocked his hips into you, thrusting hard and fast. You moaned every time you felt him hit deep inside of you, his thumb still running over your clit. Your walls clenched against his dick once more. That was exactly what he needed. Bucky threw his head back, pulling himself out of you, spurting his come all over your stomach.

Bucky stood in front of you, letting your legs fall from his shoulders. you were still lying back on the table. Both of you stayed silent, trying to catch your breath.

The washing machine began to sing.

"Guess you got three loads done today," Bucky joked, cracking a small grin, looking down at you.

"Oh my god." you said, rolling your eyes at his awful joke.

Bucky held out his hand to you, offering to help you off the table. You grabbed his hand, and stood up. Your faces were only a few inches from each other.

"We should probably clean you up," Bucky said, not taking his eyes off of you.

You sighed, as Bucky turned away to grab you a towel from across the room.

You cleaned yourself off, and you both got dressed again. Bucky stayed with you as you switched your laundry from the washing machines into the dryers, 100% eyeing your ass as you bent over.

"Ever sit on top of the dryer?" Bucky joked.

"Too hot," you answered, laughing slightly.

You walked toward Bucky, he was sitting in one of the chairs at the table. He grabbed your hand pulling you close to him. You sat down on his lap, and he gripped your face with one of his hands, placing a long kiss on your lips.

"Maybe I should start helping you with your laundry every week," he stated

"Every other week," you corrected.

"No, darling. Every week."

[yaemona]

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ᘛ DRABBLE — FLUORESCENT LIGHTS

featuring kaeya x reader ( college au )

warnings afab!reader ( no set pronouns ), fingering, public sex, kaeya sending mixed signals because he’s never processed a single emotion ever ( he works it out though ), is consent kink a thing because if it is then that, kaeya is a tease but also i am pushing the sweetheart kaeya agenda, praise and pet names ( pretty, sweet thing, what have you )

w.c 4.5k

a.n inspired by the fact my own washing machine broke and i had to go to the laundry mat, where i spent way too many quarters on two loads because i don’t know how to read

minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

you close the door of the machine and it clicks as it locks into place. water fills the washer and sudsy clothes spin round and round; a timer of 25 minutes displays on the digital screen.

“what a pain,” you mutter.

the washer at your flat had broken, and management had yet to fix it. it usually took them a month to do much of anything, so you knew you’d just have to get used to this for the time being as no amount of grumbling would fix the machine at home nor make the sheets and clothes wash themselves.

still, though, it is a pain. a minor inconvenience doesn’t feel so minor when you have homework backlogged and due dates piling up.

you take a seat at one of the counters, checking the time on your phone screen it reads 9:32 PM. you’re not typically one to be out this late, but you’ve found yourself a real catch 22. it being only monday, your classes during the day don’t leave you much time in the daylight, and the laundry desperately needed washing and couldn’t wait to friday. tonight the laundry mat is vacant, aside from you of course, and if you’re being honest the hum of machines and clothes tumbling within them is rather calming.

it’s a perfect contrast to the lecture notes and workload you’ve brought along with you. the work needs to get done and you’ll be waiting for awhile, so may as well spend the time being productive.

out of the washer by 9:55 and out of the dryer by 10:40, and back home before you know it. perhaps the work will make the time pass by quicker.

and indeed it does. 25 minutes pass in a flash and you hear the jingle of the spin cycle finishing, as well as a click signifying the washer door unlocking.

you stand and trudge your way over to the two washers you had occupied, emptying their contents into one of the rolling laundry carts and reloading them into dryers. once again the door clicks shut, and now you’re left with 45 minutes to get as much work done as possible.

except, you’re incredibly exhausted and it was a struggle to keep your eyes open as you looked over your notes. perhaps you could put your head down for just a moment. . .

“y/n?” a voice beckons you from sleep. “ah, so it is you.”

you raise your head from the counter and once your eyes adjust to the fluorescent lights, you’re greeted by deep blue hair and a charming smile. shit. it was one of your flatmate’s friends, but what was his name? you sit there blinking with a clueless look on your face for a moment before he speaks again.

“kaeya,” he chuckles, ah yes that was it.

“sorry,” you laugh it off, “bad enough with names and faces as it is, let alone just waking— shit, what time is it?”

you’re scrambling to illuminate your laptop screen, but his answer is quicker, “ about 10:15. what are you doing sleeping out this late, did rosaria kick you out onto the streets? tsk, that woman.”

“no, no,” you giggle. “our washer is broken, and i was working but. . . suppose i was a bit more exhausted than i thought.”

“ah, i see, i see,” he hums.

in your groggy stupor you hadn’t realized just how close he was until now. he’s standing, elbows resting on the counter, which you have one of yours propped on whilst you support your head with your hand. your knee just barely misses brushing up against his leg. there’s a sudden warmth in your cheeks and leap in your chest. goodness, does he need to be that close?

for the second time tonight, it almost seems as if he reads your mind. he pulls up one of the counter stools and sits a little further away than where he previously stood.

you glance over at the washing machines, noticing one spinning round and round once more. wait. . .

“when did you get here,” you ask, turning your eyes back towards him.

“hmm,” he muses, eyes flickering upwards a moment before back to you, “not too sure, not too long ago. why?”

and there’s the shit eating grin on his face. you didn’t know much about kaeya truthfully, he’d been over to the flat a handful of times to either watch something in the lounge with rosaria, or pick her up before they both headed out. in both of these scenarios, you two shared nothing more than polite greetings in passing, but you’d heard somethings. both from rosaria and other classmates and friends.

rosaria didn’t have anything bad to say, but she didn’t have anything good either.

“he’s. . . a smooth talker, but me being me, i see right through that veil. i will say, he’s quite interesting to have around, but aside from that?” she shrugged, like he was nothing spectacular.

and a sweet talker he was. you could always count on the faint buzzing and murmurs of his name in various conversations on campus. he is a sweetheart, professors and students alike do adore him. now, you began to understand, and you find yourself rolling your eyes. great, another pain.

“whatever,” you mutter and rotate your body to face your laptop and notes, deciding to get back to work instead of entertaining his antics.

“wow, y/n, so cold,” he feigns dejection and clutches a hand to his chest.

you hum in response, and, much to your surprise, he leaves you be. he takes out his phone and the two of you sit in silence until it’s time for you to collect your things and leave. you offer a polite wave and a simple goodnight before heading home for the night, and that’s that.

but, of course, just as you predicted, management as still not fixed the machine a week and a half later.

this time when you enter the laundry mat, there’s a machine already in use, and you glance around to see— oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding. now you’re wishing you hadn’t let rosaria talk you into leaving your work at home, insisting a break was in order.

“good evening,” kaeya lilts, smirk painted on his face. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’d been expecting this.

with a huff and half-hearted, mumbled hello, you make quick work of loading up the washers and, this time, taking a seat on one of the folding tables and lean back on your hands, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. archons be with me, you think to yourself.

“5 minutes ago,” kaeya’s voice is suddenly right beside you, and your body jolts.

“what?” you question breathlessly, heart beating out of your chest from the fright.

“last time you asked me when i got here,” he hoists himself up onto the folding table beside you, his knee brushing yours, “the answer was 5 minutes before i woke you.”

“and before you ask, i didn’t wait to wake you, that’s just how long it took me to load everything into the washer. though, i did wonder if i should just let you sleep, it seems you had quite the heavy workload.”

you groan just thinking about all the work waiting for you at home, and his laughter fills the air. he’s sitting so close that you catch the faint scent of his cologne beyond the typical smell of detergent in the laundry mat. subconsciously your eyes graze over to him. the fluorescent lights and close proximity allow you to see things the typically dim lighting in the dead of night usually wouldn’t. he has a streak of hair in his fringe lighter than the rest, an icy blue you’re not sure is natural or not. perhaps it’s a trick of the lighting, or his hair getting in the way, but his right eye also seems rather lighter than the other.

“my, my, hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s not polite to stare?” he teases.

“i-i wasn’t staring,” yeah, nice save. “okay, i was. i just. . . haven’t ever seen you before?”

“you’ve seen me a few times actually.”

“you know what i mean,” you scoff, rolling your eyes and fixing them on one of the still dryers in front of you.

“so,” he starts, you think you see him lean closer to you out of the corner of your eye, “like what you see?”

“you’re unbelievable,” as you turn to face him, your suspicions are confirmed as his face is mere inches from yours.

“oh? is that so? that fond of me already?”

“in your dreams,” you say, just barely audible.

in truth, and you hate to admit it, kaeya is rather alluring in his own right; there’s something about him that makes your heart beat a bit faster and, at this very moment, something that has you flickering your eyes down to his lips.

the jingle of the washer finishing its spin cycle cuts through the moment, and kaeya hops onto his feet, making you question what the hell just happened. you feel heat flush to your cheeks and a tinge of embarrassment wash over you. kaeya loads up one of the dryers, and you utter a hushed thanks to the archons for that as it gives you time to compose yourself.

but that time and composure is fleeting.

once the door clicks shut and he presses start on the machine, kaeya walks back over to you. instead of hoisting himself back up on the counter, however, he stands between your legs and places his hands on the counter on either side of you.

“now, where were we?” he leans in again, stopping and ghosting his lips over yours. your eyes had already fluttered shut, but when you don’t feel anything you open them and are faced with his periwinkle eyes.

“are you going to kiss me or not, asshole?”

“would you like for me to?” his tone is saccharine.

for archons’ sake.

deciding you’re fed up and your patience growing thinner by the second, you take his face between your hands and crash your lips on his. you can feel him smirk, but you’re beyond caring at this point, because the feeling of his lips on yours is intoxicating. he moves his hands to your hips, and pulls you closer towards him to the edge of the table. your arms are wrapped around his neck as one of your hands tangle in his hair at the base of his neck. he tastes faintly sweet, and you can’t get enough of it. so much so that when he pulls away so you can both catch your breath, you let out a whimper.

“well,” he chuckles, “aren’t you a cute little thing?”

you pull him back in for another kiss, this one much shorter as he pulls away again. just as you’re about to complain, you hear the jingle of your own washers.

you shove his chest lightly and he steps away from you, allowing you to hop off of the tabletop and retrieve your laundry. it takes every ounce of restraint you possess to not frantically load your things into the dryer, but you manage.

once that’s said and done, you stride back over to the table which kaeya is now leaning against and he slips his phone back into his pocket when he sees you approaching.

“so, no homework today?” he asks nonchalantly.

“i— uh, no?” you stammer, not expecting the casual question. “rosaria told me to leave it at home, said a break would be good for me or something.”

he nods, but says nothing. you almost forgot, your heart may have been leaping out of your chest, but things like that must be common practice for him. now you’re fiddling awkwardly with your hands in silence, staring down at the linoleum ground.

after a few minutes of silence aside from a shuffling sound which you assumed was kaeya pulling out his phone again, you turn on your heels and go to sit at the counter you had last time. oh how terribly you just wanted to go home and go to sleep. your homework could wait until tomorrow (no, it couldn’t, but it would have to) because the amount of embarrassment you currently feel is suffocating. you sit there staring blankly at the countertop as countless thoughts rush through your mind. you don’t even regret kissing him, you just wish he wasn’t acting so goddamn callous about it.

you remain like that for awhile before finally pulling out your phone to text rosaria. before you even open your messages, there’s a tapping on the counter beside you. kaeya stands there with a laundry basket of freshly dried clothes on his hip.

“goodnight, y/n,” he lilts once more, just as he did when you walked in.

and then, he walks out. once you believe he’s definitely ought to be out of earshot, you let out the most frustrated mix between a yell and a groan. he’s a smooth talker, a flirt, a tease; you know all this, and yet above all else. . .

he is such a pain.

you abandon the plan to text rosaria and vent, opting to sit and listen to the hum of the two dryers for the remainder of the time before collecting your things and heading home, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep and forget this night ever happened.

a week and a half later, and the washer still isn’t fixed. good news, it’ll be fixed by next week, but that means another trip to the laundry mat.

perhaps it’s the archons watching over you, but a moment too late, as kaeya appears to be leaving just as you arrive. you’d rather not see him at all, but this would do. you don’t even waste time with polite greetings at this point; a bitter taste in your mouth still lingering from last time. you make your way to the washers and mindlessly go through the motions.

when you had told rosaria about the happenstances, she keeled over in laughter.

“oh, haha, sure laugh it up,” you whined. “he’s such an asshole, but i’m also such an idiot for falling for it.”

she took a moment to catch her breath before replying rather winded, “oh, you’re an idiot alright. . .”

with a glance over your shoulder you confirm kaeya is, in fact, gone. with the press of the start button you are free to do as you please for the next 25 minutes. aside from everything else, leaving your work behind last time was rather nice, so you opted for it again. you never spend terribly long here anyway, it hardly makes a difference.

you meander about the space, examining the quarter gacha machines containing stickers and cheap plastic jewelry. you figure why not, inserting a quarter into the latter and turn the handle, and out pops a plastic container with a silver plastic ring with an artificial gemstone which is light blue in hue. you slip it on your finger, and hoist yourself on one of the tables closest to the washers with your belongings. as you’re staring at the plastic ring, you experience a sense of deja vu.

“hm, cute,” a voice sounds from right beside you.

“archons!” you exclaim, clutching your chest. kaeya’s laughter fills your ears, and you grow antsy which makes you annoyed.

“didn’t you leave?” you snap.

“i was going to but,” he drags out the last word, “i thought i’d keep you company.”

“oh, how chivalrous of you, sir kaeya,” you say sarcastically, “and how should i repay this utmost honour of being in your company?”

he inches closer to you, and you try and shimmy away, but that’s a bit difficult whilst sitting on a table versus him on his own two feet.

“now, now, no need to be so cross with me,” he says with the same flirty cadence as always. “i apologize for leaving you unsatisfied last time, there was quite the urgent matter with my roommate, but. . .”

he positions himself between your legs before continuing, “i could most definitely make up for my poor manners.”

goddammit with that silver tongue of his, but you’re not falling for it again, “kaeya, i’m stressed, i’m tired, i don’t need another pain in my ass.”

it sounds harsh, but it’s the truth. you’ve been working yourself to the bone for weeks now, the final stretch before the semester’s end and winter break, finals just around the corner; you’d pulled multiple all-nighters and, despite rosaria’s not-so-gentle suggestions to give it a rest, you’d been worn down.

kaeya’s hands are on your hips, tracing light circles over the fabric of your clothing as he leans in close to your ear, “i know, love. so why don’t you let me take care of you, hm?”

“what are you on about?” you try to sound firm, but the shake in your voice ultimately betrays you. once again your heart is in your throat.

he presses a kiss to your neck, then your jaw, then your cheek before his eyes connect with yours, “let me make you feel good, yeah?”

fuck. the look in his eyes seems so tender and genuine, and you feel yourself melt beneath his touch.

“please,” you whisper.

“please what?” a cheeky bastard and a tease ‘til the very end.

you try to look away but he takes your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him.

“please make me feel good,” you say meekly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

a smile is plastered on his face as he places his lips on yours, and you desperately attempt to pull him impossibly close, no amount of touch could be enough. more, more, more.

you gasp as your crotch brushes against his, and you repeat the motion grinding your hips again and again causing him to moan against your mouth.

“fuck, if you keep doing that i’m not going to be able to hold myself back,” he chuckles as he pulls away from you slightly. “do you want to do this here?”

the two of you are at the far end of the laundry mat, your back to the doors and window walls. no one else ever seemed to come into the laundry mat this late, and it was only every once and awhile a car would drive by outside. you should be in the clear. . .

“hey,” he holds your face in his hands. “we can wait and—”

“touch me, please,” you mewl.

the usual sly smirk kaeya has on his face wavers for a moment at your words, his eyes going wide. if you were to blink you’d have missed it altogether, because all remnants of him being taken aback quickly vanish without a trace.

“alright then, your wish is my command.”

he attaches his lips to your neck once more, placing gentle kisses as his hands travel up your thighs, and up further still beneath the fabric of your hoodie. his fingertips are cold as ice, a stark contrast to the warmth of his breath as he begins to leave love bites down your neck to your collarbone. gasps and tiny whimpers escape you, and you try to grind up against his crotch again because it’s still not enough, you need more.

“hm? what is it?” he pulls back, periwinkle eyes meeting yours and feigning innocence.

“stop being a tease,” you glare at him.

“you asked me to touch you, right? perhaps you need to be a bit more specific,” he leans in just beside your ear. “tell me exactly what you want me to do, hm?”

for the nth time. . . he is such a pain. something possesses you, perhaps it’s the frustration caused by his antics and your dwindling patience, or maybe it’s the growing desperation, or maybe even still it’s a bit of both; but no matter what it is, something possess you to grab one of his hands and place it against your clothed cunt. a shaky breath falls from your lips at the contact and you grind against his hand.

“here,” you plea, “want you to touch me here.”

there you go again, catching him off guard, but he’s not complaining. you take your hand off his, grinding against his hand and you feel a wetness beginning to pool in your panties. as hot as it is to watch you use his hand to get yourself off, kaeya thinks he’s teased you enough—for now at least, so he takes his hand and slips it beneath your waistband of your pants and underwear.

you moan and your back arches, pressing your chest against his, as his cold fingers rub slow circles on your clit. strings of moans and whispered pants of his name leave your lips, yet still. . .

“more, kaeya. please more, wan’ your fingers— ah! inside me, please.”

“well aren’t you needy,” he tsks. “look at you, begging me to finger you in a place where anyone could walk in at any moment. what would you do, hm? if someone walked in, would you continue to fuck my hand as they watched?”

though he reprimands you, he heeds your wish and gathers the slick from between your folds before sliding a single finger in, pumping it a few times before inserting another.

“so wet already, and i’ve barely even touched you,” he laughs. “don’t tell me the thought of being caught turns you on?”

you shake your head defiantly, but you both know he’s right and he feels your walls clamp around his fingers as he mentions it. he curls his fingers and quickens the pace at which he pumps them in and out of your soaking cunt, the squelching sounds and the sounds which leave your lips being utterly filthy. you feel yourself teeter closer and closer to the edge, and your nails dig into his back as he finds your g-spot. you’re moaning into his ear and it’s taking every ounce of restraint for him to not bend you over the table and ram his cock into you until you’re a fucked out mess.

“tell me, did you touch yourself to the thought of me?” he nips at the lobe of your ear with his teeth. “after kissing me, did you bury your fingers inside your cunt like this and imagine it was me fucking you? i know i did. i fucked my fist and wished it was you clamping down around me, thought you’d look so pretty coming on my cock.”

you cling to him tighter, moans becoming higher pitched as you approach your high, and you try to muffle the sounds by burying your face in the crook of his neck. the truth is, you did. you fucked yourself with hushed pleas of his name falling from your lips, but it was nothing compared to what you were feeling now.

“ah! kaeya, m’close! m’gonna—” just as you’re about to come undone, kaeya abruptly stops, earning a desperate whine from you.

“what’s wrong, pretty?” he coos. you roll your hips against his hand, but it’s no use. “is there something you want!”

you huff and lean your forehead against his shoulder, not saying a word.

“alright, well if that’s the case. . .” he slowly begins retracting his fingers from your hole, but you immediately grip his forearm.

“wanna come! please, please let me come!” your face is burning hot and you pray he doesn’t ask you to look at him. and your prayers are answered as he begins pumping his fingers once more in addition to placing his thumb against your clit.

your orgasm approaches quickly again, and you keep a tight grip on his forearm as his name tumbles from your lips like a mantra.

“go on, love, be good and come for me.”

with one final thrust, you come undone, your body tensing up and walls fluttering as you cream on his fingers. he continues to pump and massage your clit through your high until you whimper from being so sensitive and push his hand away. your chest heaves as you catch your breath, and you completely collapse against him.

kaeya removes his hand from your underwear whilst the other traces small circles on the small of your back. you find the signature smirk on his face when you lean back, still bracing yourself with your hands to his chest, as he licks his fingers clean of your essence. immediately your eyes dart away and he laughs at your cute reaction.

“i think i’ll have to use my tongue next time so i can taste more of you,” he muses and pulls you in for a kiss, and you faintly taste yourself on his lips.

“next time?” you murmur as you pull away. you honestly thought this was going to be a one time thing, and you—albeit begrudgingly—accepted that.

“mhm,” he nuzzles against your neck as he pulls your body closer to his. “you know, i’ve been interested you in quite some time now.”

rosaria’s words echo in your head, “oh, you’re an idiot alright. an oblivious one at that.”

you’re frozen in place, and at your silence kaeya pulls back to look into your eyes. periwinkle eyes shimmer with tenderness and genuine fondness.

“too forward?” the usual lilt in his voice remains, but there’s a tinge of vulnerability with it.

“archons,” you exclaim under your breath before pulling him into yet another kiss.

when your guys’ lips finally part, kaeya shrugs off the jacket he was wearing and drapes it over your lap before planting a chaste kiss to your temple.

“i’ll put your things in the dryer, and then i’ll walk you home when everything’s done, okay?”

you nod, your flat is only across the street and you could honestly make it just fine on your own, but you don’t fancy the thought of kaeya leaving your side just yet. the two of you spend the remainder of the time sitting on the laundry folding table, you leaning against his shoulder as he fiddles with your fingers in a comforting silence. every one and awhile there are little whispers of answers to questions asked, or jokes told that result in spits of laughter. he ended up confessing that, after the first time you two met here, rosaria would tell him whenever you planned to visit the laundry mat telling him to make a move already as she was getting fed up with his constant pining. she was honestly close to just telling you herself and letting you two sort it from there.

as you walk through the door of your flat, kaeya following close behind, rosaria looks up from her phone which she had been scrolling through on the couch.

“oh, thank archons, finally!” she groans, earning a grimace from kaeya but a fit of joyful laughter from you.

kaeya is a bit of a pain, but you think it’s definitely something you can get used to.

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[mackenzielovee]

heyy! can you do an angsty one where rafe and the reader are “friends,” for a long time, they’ve been in the same friend group and she’s been with love with him for a while now, and he knows and uses that for his advantage. she always does stuff for him, help him whenever he needed and more, and he treats her pretty badly/rudely in return. their friends (top n kelce,) always try to tell him to stop and more and finally she’s had enough she confronts him and show how much he was actually draining her, and he acts like he doesn’t care but he does realize what he was doing, but meanwhile he’s reflecting on his actions, y/n is getting closer to jj? thanks lol the end is up to you. love u and ur fics <3

a/n: hi love! im so sorry it took me so long to write this. I hope you love it!! it took me forever to finish hahaha but i loved writing it!

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking

my writing

pretty damn lucky - rafe cameron

You sigh as you pull Rafe's fresh sheets from the dryer, breathing in the scent of the detergent mixed with the scent of him. He and the boys had way too much to drink last night, which resulted in Rafe getting sick all over his bed when they got home. You had stripped his sheets immediately and put them in the wash, then made a makeshift bed for Rafe on the floor with all of his blankets.

He had grunted at you in return for all your work, collapsing down on the floor and passing out before you could even say goodnight to him.

You had washed the sheets once again this morning when you woke up, then stuck them in the dryer and waited on them.

Topper groans on the couch as you pass him on your way to Rafe's room. You stop and chuckle, watching as he hesitantly opens his eyes.

"Oh, fuck," Topper grumbles as he sits up, clutching his head.

"I think you guys brought the bar home with you."

He glances up, eyes meeting yours, and groans. You laugh and step over to him, taking a seat on the couch beside him.

"Can I get you anything?" you ask him.

"Yeah, a time machine. Don't let me drink so much," he whines, collapsing back down on the couch. You stand, letting out a laugh.

"Water and aspirin. Got it."

You walk up the stairs and stop in front of Rafe's bedroom door, knocking on it lightly before you peak your head in. He's still laying on the floor, but you can't tell if he's awake or not. You stop inside, warm sheets in hand, and close the door behind you. He grunts at the noise, but it's not enough to make him open his eyes.

"Hey," you say to him, "I washed your sheets. How are you feeling?"

Rafe moves on the floor, opening his eyes only enough to see you, then rolls back to his initial spot and closes his eyes again.

"Just put the sheets back on, I want my bed."

You sigh and nod your head, stepping over to his bed to start making it. You watch him as you work, laying on the floor, mouth parted slightly and eyebrows furrowed as he tries to focus on not throwing up again.

"Okay," you whisper once his bed is made, "Come on. I'll help you."

Rafe allows you to wrap your arms around his torso, helping him stand from off the floor. He leans all his weight on you as you two stumble over to his bed, then he collapses onto it. You cover him with his comforter and then fix his hair so it's not sitting in his eyes anymore. He doesn't say anything at your movements.

"I'll get you some water and some medicine. Be back in a minute," you whisper to him. He just nods as best he can.

You hurry back down the stairs, rushing past Topper and into the kitchen. You grab two water bottles out of the fridge and then rifle through the cabinets until you find a bottle of aspirin. As you walk from the kitchen to Topper on the couch, you stop in your tracks.

"Topper," you say, your voice authoritative, "Where is Kelce?"

Topper laughs, which is how you know it's bad. You hadn't noticed that they were one friend light when they stumbled in last night, mostly because you had been too worried about Rafe to be concerned with where Topper and Kelce crashed.

"He fell down outside last night. I'm pretty sure we just left him there."

You sigh loudly, handing him a bottle of water and aspirin as you swear and rush to the front door. As you approach, you can already see him, face up in the Cameron's new flower bed that Rose had worked so hard to make perfect. You open the door and rush to Kelce, annoyed with the boys for not even telling you he was out here.

"Kelce?" you question, stirring him awake, "You alive in there?"

Kelce sits up, as if you'd awakened him from a dream, and glances around. He looks at you and then down to the clothes he's in, and you watch as his eyes widen.

"Those motherfuckers did not leave me out here," he gasps.

"Kelce, I'm so sorry. I had no idea you were out here-"

"I'm going to kill them - ow."

He tries to stand up, but the throbbing of his head makes him fall back down into the dirt again. You grab onto his arm and try to help him up, noting how you do most of the work. When he's finally upright, you brush off the dirt from his back and then lead him inside.

"Shit," he mutters, "My stomach. I'm gonna need to eat."

"I'm on it," you tell him, leading him into the living room and placing him on the couch next to Topper.

"Hey, man," Topper greets, "Rose sure will be happy you observed the flowers so...closely."

"Shut the fuck up, Top," Kelce snaps, reaching over and punching Topper in the chest. He groans at his head and sits back again, making you laugh.

"All right," you declare, picking up the aspirin and water bottle for Rafe, "Eggs? Toast? Bacon? Sound good?"

Kelce nods his head and Topper looks at you, already looking better with the water and medicine in his system.

"Hey, thank you, Y/N. For always taking care of us," Topper smiles at you.

"Yeah," Kelce agrees, "I'd still be lying in a bush outside if it weren't for you. Thank you."

You smile at them and shake your head, "Of course, boys. Back in a minute. Kelce, don't kill Top. Please."

Kelce grunts, telling you he's still debating if he will or not. You laugh and then rush back up the stairs, hoping Rafe is still alive up there. You knock softly on his door when you reach it, not wanting to just bust in on him.

"Rafe?" you say when you walk in, seeing him laying in the exact same position he had been when you left him.

"What took you so long?" he grumbles.

"I'm sorry," you say, sitting down beside him on his bed, "You guys left Kelce outside and-"

"Do you have the aspirin or what?"

You sigh and nod, handing him the pill bottle and a bottle of water. He sits up, hair messy and eyes only half open, and pours three pills into his hand. You stare at him, observing his sharp jaw line and his soft skin, and you can't help but wonder what it would be like to be able to feel him. Touch him. Love on him the way you've been dreaming about since the day you met him.

"Do you want me to make you something to eat?"

Rafe swallows the pills, then brings his eyes up to meet yours, "That breakfast place I love. Why don't you go pick us all up something? Card's in my wallet."

He lays back down, which is his way of excusing you from the room. You just nod your head and grab his card out of his wallet.

"And move the seat back in my truck when you get back. I always hit my head when I get in after you."

"All right," you say quietly, wishing he'd at least say a 'please' or 'thank you'.

You take orders from Topper and Kelce, then hurry out to Rafe's truck. You have to move the seat way up in order to drive the truck, and you make a mental note to move it back when you get back to the house.

You pull up to the restaurant and climb out of the truck, fumbling with the keys and your purse and Rafe's card, too wrapped up in yourself to notice the blonde boy standing about five feet from you.

"Damn, I didn't expect someone as pretty as you to hop out of that truck," JJ smirks at you, watching your eyes shoot up to him.

You smile, "Hi, JJ."

"How are you?" he asks, cheeky look on his face.

You set your hands on your hips, keys and card tucked between your fingers, as you observe what you're wearing for the first time. You'd snuck one of Rafe's Kildare Island shirts from his dresser last night and had on jean shorts underneath.

"Y'know," you shrug, "You like this place, too?"

"Ah, little pretentious, but the food's acceptable," he teases, "You eating alone?"

"No. Just picking up food for Rafe and his friends."

"What, are you his assistant or something? Tell Cameron to pick up his own food," JJ huffs.

He'd never tell you, not wanting to upset you, but he's hated watching you run around the island as Rafe's bitch since you met him. JJ's been dying to hang out with you, even asked you a few times, but you always say no because you're on some sort of mission for Rafe.

"It's just a breakfast order," you reply, starting to inch toward the restaurant.

"Just a breakfast order," he shrugs, "Just getting him a beer every time he asks, just following him around like a lost puppy, just-"

"Okay," you stop him, "I'm a big girl, JJ. I can take care of myself."

You turn and start to walk away from him, trying to brush off his 'lost puppy' remark. He groans loudly, which is enough to earn your attention back.

"Prove it," he yells out, making you turn, "Tonight. There's a thing down at the beach. Meet me."

You start to shake your head, but he steps toward you and stops you. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, messing it up even more than it already is.

"JJ-"

"Come on, Y/N. Take the Kook chains off for one night. Please. Rafe can do his own dishes and get his own drinks."

You sigh, glancing down at your feet before back up to him, "Maybe."

"Ah- you know what? That's better than a no. I'll take it."

You nod at him, trying your best not to smile too wide, then point to the building. You start to back off, but you keep your eyes fixed on the blonde boy.

"What time? You know, if I decide to come."

JJ smiles wider than he had the entire conversation, "Seven."

You smile back at him, then turn and walk away before you can get even more wrapped up in this boy.

"What the hell took you so long?" Rafe questions as you walk through the door with several bags filled with food.

"Sorry," you sigh at him, "Got caught up."

Kelce and Topper stand up and step to you, taking the bags from you. You thank them quietly, watching as Rafe rolls his eyes and stands from his place on the couch.

"Yeah, never mind the fact that I'm starving to death," he mutters.

"Rafe, come on, man," Topper smacks Rafe on the chest, trying to get him to chill out.

"Yeah, quit being a dick," Kelce tells him.

Topper starts to unload the food from the bags while Kelce leans down and gives you a friendly kiss on the cheek. You smile gently, glancing up to see Rafe watching with his jaw clenched. You try to put distance in between you, but Rafe doesn't seem to care about your efforts.

"Thanks for running to get it, Y/N," Topper smiles to you.

"You're welcome."

"Did you put my seat back, at least?" Rafe asks you, swiping his car keys from the counter where you set them.

"Yes, of course," you reply.

"Of course," he mutters, "You never do."

"Rafe," Kelce says authoritatively, holding his hands out to his sides as if to ask what the hell he's doing.

"I'll fix you a plate," you tell Rafe, setting a hand on Kelce's arm as if to thank him.

Rafe exhales loudly, then steps away and back into the living room. Kelce rolls his eyes at Rafe, giving you a pat on the shoulder. You make Rafe a plate, a little bit of everything, then follow Topper into the living room to take it to him.

"Quit being an asshole to her, man," Topper mumbles to Rafe, slapping him on the back of his head.

"Don't fucking hit me," Rafe growls at Topper.

"Here you go," you hand Rafe a plate. He takes it from you without a word or a glance, inspecting the food you've given him.

"Where's your plate, love?" Topper asks you as Kelce sits down beside him, "I'll make you one. Sit down."

"No," you say quickly, earning the attention of all three boys, "I'm not staying. I gotta get home, I kinda have plans later,"

"What plans?" Rafe asks, judgment present in his voice.

The boys watch the look on your face and Topper and Kelce immediately erupt into fits of laughs and hollers.

"Boy plans, huh?" Kelce smiles at you before he shoves bacon into his mouth.

Your face flushes as you stand in front of them, glancing at Rafe to see his reaction. His jaw is clenched tightly and he's stopping eating all together.

"Who's the lucky guy, Y/N?" Topper snickers.

"It's not a big deal, you guys."

"Why am I jealous right now?" Kelce teases you. You look over at him and roll your eyes, hiding your smile from him.

"What plans?" Rafe repeats himself, raising his voice. Your eyes shoot over to him, watching his expression.

"Um, I'm going down to this thing at the beach," you say, looking down at the floor. Rafe sets his plate down on the coffee table in front of him, not wanting his food anymore.

"Are we invited?" Rafe asks, already knowing the answer. He just wants to make you say it.

"I- it's not my thing," you stutter, "I'm just meeting some people."

"Who?" Topper asks through his food.

"Uh, JJ Maybank and his friends-"

Rafe scoffs, interrupting you, "You're ditching us to hang out with Pogues?"

"I'm not ditching you, Rafe," you frown.

"Funny, that's the way it looks."

"It's just a few drinks on the beach, why are you getting so bent out of shape?" you question, watching as Topper and Kelce squirm, growing more uncomfortable.

"Bent out of shape? " he repeats, voice as if he doesn't believe you just said that, "You're the one driving across the island for shitty ass beer-"

"It's not like I was asking your opinion on my plans-"

"No, no, you were just informing us that you have plans to fuck JJ Maybank, understood."

"Rafe-" you start, but stop when Kelce sits up straight in his chair and speaks.

"What the fuck, Rafe?" Kelce stares at his best friend, "Why are you so mean to Y/N all the time? She doesn't have to hang out with us every day, and honestly, I wouldn't if you treated me the way you treat her."

"Oh, fuck off, Kelce, you don't know shit," Rafe waves him off.

Topper glances at you, then over to Rafe and speaks up as well, "He's right, Rafe. You're an asshole to her. And not just today, but a lot lately."

Rafe sits back on the couch and crosses his arms in front of his chest, rolling his eyes.

"You two don't know anything," he huffs, "Y/N and I are fine."

"Actually," you say, earning Rafe's complete attention, "I don't think we are."

He stands up now, stepping over to you and grabbing onto your wrist, "Let's discuss this in private."

You glance at the boys, trying to offer them a silent 'thank you for trying', then allow Rafe to pull you into the guest room down the hall. He slams the door once you two are inside, then runs his hand through his hair before he speaks.

"What the fuck are you doing, embarrassing me in front of the two of them?" he scoffs.

Your mouth falls open at how that is his main concern after you just told him you have doubts that the two of you are okay. Your heart sinks, watching as he paces the room. You watch the way his jaw is clenched and how his eyes are frantic as he tries to figure out how to fix things with the boys.

"I'm sorry," you say quietly.

Rafe seems to not hear you, "Jesus, now the two of them are gonna be up my ass about you for the rest of the day."

"Rafe-"

"And what the hell is up with you partying with JJ Maybank? Do you not realize how that could look, you hanging out with him?"

"Oh, my God!" you yell, not being able to take any more of his bullshit, "I don't give a shit, Rafe! I mean, seriously. I spent my entire night last night and my entire morning taking care of your ass. Because I care about you. And now, I say I want to do something for myself, and you act like I'm being selfish? Are you kidding me?"

"Oh, please," Rafe shakes his head, "You're always taking care of us, don't act like you're all noble."

"I'm not trying to be noble. I'm trying to tell you how I feel-"

"Well, I didn't fucking ask, all right?" he yells.

You frown and step back from him as if his words struck you across the face. He reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose, trying his best to control his frustration.

"Rafe," you choke out, feeling your emotions as they rise up, "I care about you so much. But, I can't keep walking on eggshells around you. I have done everything you've asked me to do, I've been a good friend to you and I-"

"You what?" he growls at you, stepping forward and grabbing your shoulders.

"I love you, you asshole," you whisper, watching the way his eyes soften at your words, "I love you. But I'm drained. I'm exhausted. And I'm sick of being treated like some bitch who just follows you around and hopes you'll throw her a bone."

Rafe stares at you for a moment, and for the first time in a long time, you genuinely cannot tell what he's thinking. After a few seconds, he releases your shoulders and lightly shoves you away from him.

"You should leave," he says, staring at the floor.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you gotta get ready for your big date night, right?"

You laugh sarcastically at his comment, feeling stupid to have expected him to say anything different than that. He sets his hands on his hips and sighs, not bothering to look up at you. You lick your lips and take a deep breath, debating whether or not to stay and fight with him. For him.

"Fuck you, Rafe," you say.

His shoulders fall but he doesn't look up, so you turn and walk out of the room. Topper and Kelce are standing right outside the door, shocked when you suddenly emerge. You roll your eyes at them, not surprised they had been listening. They don't bother trying to stop you, because honestly, they'd leave Rafe, too.

You rush out of the house and slam the door behind you. Topper usually drives you home, but you don't bother to go back inside and ask. You can walk, it's not far.

As much as you love Rafe, as much as you'd kill to be with him, you can't condone the way he's been treating you. You know that you deserve better, just as Topper and Kelce have been reminding him. Better is exactly what you plan to have.

The beach isn't terribly busy when you arrive. You know by the time the sun sets completely, it will be packed. You spot JJ's blonde hair towering above almost everyone on the beach, watching as he laughs with his friends and tips a red cup against his lips. You walk over to him before allowing yourself to hesitate and think about leaving again.

Your fight with Rafe had completely drained your energy, and if you didn't feel like getting completely drunk to forget about it, you'd leave. JJ spies you as you approach and grins widely, starting over to you.

"No fucking way," he smiles, "Can't believe you showed, Mrs. Cameron!"

"Ha ha," you grumble, shaking your head and trying to hide a smile.

"How'd you escape from the prison that is Kook land?"

You roll your eyes, reaching up and taking the cup from his hand. You gulp it down before he can even object, and when you look up at him again, he's staring at you with his mouth wide open.

"Okay. Got it. Drinking, no talking," he reaches down and takes your hand, leading you over to the keg.

"Lots of drinking," you mutter, watching as JJ pretends he didn't hear you.

JJ grabs two beers from the guy handing them out and hands one to you, returning his hand to yours. You start to walk back over to JJ's friends, but he pulls on your hand to keep you where he wants you.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to hang out with your friends?" you ask him.

He shakes his head, "No, I'd rather figure out what's going on with you."

You sigh and take another long sip of your beer, avoiding his eyes on purpose. Although you and JJ hadn't hung out a lot, he still seems to be able to tell that you're bothered.

"It's not a big deal," you say.

"If it's bothering you, it is," JJ insists. His eyes are wide as he looks at you, and you can't help but notice how he hasn't taken one sip of his beer.

"JJ-"

"It's Rafe, I can tell. Did he hurt you?"

"No," you furrow your eyebrows, unsure of why he would even ask that. JJ just nods his head, tightening his grip around your hand.

"All right, then what?"

You give him a small smile, grateful that he's pushing so hard to try and figure out what's bothering you. You've never really had anyone do that before.

"We just got into an argument. But, it's fine-"

"Y/N-"

"I came here to have fun with you. Please don't make me spend the whole night talking about Rafe."

His eyes soften as he stares down at you. You watch as he takes a deep breath, then licks his lips and nods his head. You give him a small smile, watching as he shamelessly return it.

"You're right," he speaks after a minute, "Who needs that asshole, anyway?"

You nod, although you're hesitant to talk shit about Rafe like that, even after everything. JJ squeezes your hand once again, then tugs you toward his friends.

"Come on, let's party."

JJ pumps you full of beers, at your request, and laughs every time you attempt to get him to dance with you. His friends all watch as JJ finally gives into you, standing up as you tug on his hand and allowing you to lead him upright.

You can feel the alcohol rushing through your body as JJ spins you around in the sand, laughing at how much you're loving it. His friends cheer the two of you on, and by the time the song ends, you're completely exhausted. You collapse into JJ's chest and he wraps a strong arm around you, holding you up.

"I didn't realize I'd had so much," you tell him, slurring your words a bit against his chest.

"That's all right," he laughs lightly, "I'll take care of you."

JJ leads you back over to the log the two of you had been sitting on and helps you sit down, smiling when you lean your head down on his shoulder.

"You're nice to me," you tell him.

JJ laughs at your drunken state, pressing his cup to his lips once more. Say what you will about JJ Maybank, but never call him a lightweight.

"You deserve to be treated nicely," he fires back.

"You really believe that?" you ask him, not noticing your eyes fluttering closed against him.

"Of course, Y/N," he whispers, moving his face so his lips graze against the top of your head, "You know, there's a lot more out there than just Rafe Cameron."

"You don't know him like I do," you say quietly.

"You're right," he scoffs, "Nobody else would defend him."

"I'm serious, JJ. He's sweet and caring and protective-"

"And rude, and unkind-"

"JJ," you sigh, "I mean it. Underneath all the bullshit, he's a really great guy."

JJ's silent for a second, then you feel his body tense slightly under you. His friends are all in their own little world, to notice, but JJ isn't.

"Well, that really great guy just showed up to the party."

Your eyes shoot open and your head comes off of JJ's chest as you glance around, trying to steady your vision as you look around to see what he's talking about. When your eyes meet Rafe's, he looks upset. He's watching you and JJ like the thought of you two together actually, physically breaks his heart in half.

Topper and Kelce stand behind him, pushing Rafe forward to you. You stand up, with the help of JJ's hand steadying you, which you immediately let go of when you stand up straight. You tears your eyes away from Rafe long enough to glance back at JJ, asking him silently if it's okay if you go to him.

"Go on," he gives you a sad smile, "Tonight was fun. But, you know, I'm not the type of guy to chase after some other guy's girl."

"JJ-"

"Go, Y/N. You love him. I can tell."

You start to object, but close your mouth when you realize you have no defense. He's right, you know he is. You give JJ a little smile, then turn back to Rafe. The asshole, your asshole, who looks ready to put your heart back together again.

He starts to you and you to him, but he covers way more ground than you given that he's stone cold sober. He can tell you're having trouble standing, so he reaches out and offers his arm as soon as he's within range.

"Hey," he says quietly.

You wrap your cold hands around his arm, steadying yourself and absorbing his warmth. You take a deep breath, inhaling his familiar, heart wrenching scent and letting it fill your lungs.

"What are you doing here?" you question him.

"I- uh, I need to talk to you."

"Why? So you can yell at me and then tell me to leave again?" you spit before you can even think about it.

Rafe clenches his jaw and moves his eyes from yours, glancing around the beach as he considers what the best thing to say is in response.

"I'm sorry," you mumble.

"It's fine," he shakes his head, speaking too fast to actually mean it, "I deserve it. I was an asshole. I came here to apologize."

You nod your head, doing your best to keep your eyes on his and not trailing all down his body. He's wearing the snapback you love on him, and he has on the shirt the two of you bought together at the mall on a trip.

"You may," you tease him, giving him a small smile and hoping to get one in return. You get it, thankfully.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to ever make you feel second rate. You have been so good to me and I know I don't deserve it-"

"It's okay," you stop him, reaching one hand up to stroke his cheek. His skin, his soft skin under yours feels like heaven to touch. You know the alcohol is the only reason you're not putting up a larger fight.

"I wasn't finished," he smiles widely.

"Well, what can I say? I'm a sucker for that hat," you tease.

His grin only widens as he stares down at you, pulling you into a hug before he can even think of it. His arms wrapped tightly around you make your heart rate speed up to a dangerous level.

"You promise we're okay? Maybe we should talk again when you're sobered up-"

"I'm fine," you lie.

Rafe reaches up and cups your face in his hands, staring down at you intently. You stare back, unable to break away from his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Good, because I've got something to tell you."

Rafe watches as your lips part, wanting to question him but unable to find the right words. He smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before he continues.

"I love you, too," he whispers.

You blink rapidly at him, trying to figure out if he really just said those words to you. You shake your head and squirm out of his grasp, taking a deep breath as you look at him.

"You mean that?" you ask him.

"Yeah," he nods, swallowing nervously, "It took me half the day to realize it, but the thought of you down here with JJ literally made me want to kill him. And I'm sorry that I haven't realized it sooner. I was just scared of my feelings, I guess, and I just thought if I pushed you away-"

"You don't have to explain," you stop him, "I just can't believe you feel the same way about me."

"Who wouldn't? Topper informed me today that I happen to be the luckiest guy to walk the face of the earth because I'm loved by you. And I guess, I don't know, it made me recognize my feelings."

You smile, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him. He hugs you back without thinking twice, pulling you close and breathing you in. After a second, you pull away, and feel him tilt your chin up to meet his eyes.

"I don't know, I'm feeling pretty damn lucky right now," you whisper.

Before either of you know it, he places his lips gently on yours. His hands move themselves to your cheeks once again, pulling you closer to him. You both can hear Topper and Kelce hooting and hollering from yards away, which makes you laugh against Rafe's lips.

"I regret bringing them," he says against your lips, laughing along with you.

"You should," you agree, standing on your tip-toes and kissing him one more time.

"Can I take you home, now? Please?" he asks, voice impatient.

You bite your lip and nod, allowing him to give you one last kiss before he brings a hand down to yours, wrapping his fingers through it. He turns you toward the boys, the oh-so happy boys, and leads you away.

Away from the beer. Away from JJ. Toward your future, together.

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Laundry Days - Aran x f!reader

Summary: Three times you picked up his underwear and one time you missed doing it.

Genres, other tags: fluff, slice of life, humour, meet cute, domestic fluff, not suggestive lol, married under 25, neighbours to married lovers ;)

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: manga spoiler

This is for @neoheros & @coophi's 2021 Summer Haikyuu!! Writing contest. (Okay I'm pretty shy at first so it feels a little scary to tag you two but here's my piece.) I was going for the married under 25 prompt but ended up doing neighbours to lovers too. :D

Don't mind me spreading the underrated characters agenda as well. lol.

*****

A few articles of clothing spilled out of the dryer and onto your feet. Oops. Your neighbour must have forgotten them. You should've checked first.

Your own damp clothes sat inside the washing machine next to it, waiting for their turn to enter the dryer. It wasn't possible now.

You sighed, retrieving the phone from your pocket and scrolling until you saw the name of the neighbour who lived a floor below you.

Ojiro Aran.

You were sure this was the right person after a second look at your texting history. Who'd bring the garbage to the curb, where the lawnmower was kept, and keeping the duplex's stairway clear were some of the conversations you had with him.

You had yet to meet the guy, but he seemed amicable enough.

After shooting him a text, you thought to give him a call instead. Perhaps he'd think a phone call was strange. However, your clothes were damp and you shouldn't leave them for long. Was he even home?

You sighed. Crouched down, you returned the clothes on the floor back into the machine. A scarf, several socks, and a knit hat made their way back inside. But what was this?

Underwear. Men's underwear.

You scrunched your nose as you lifted it from the cold, tile floor. Was that a hole in it?

Click.

"Sorry I just saw your text!" a tall, dark-skinned man blurted out as soon as the door was unlocked.

"Oh! It's alright! I only texted you a few minutes ago!" you quickly explained, waving your hands in front of you.

You shouldn't have done that. The underwear was hanging from your hand.

"Ummm…" Aran scratched his cheek, eyes retreating from you.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!" you spat out, tossing the incriminating object to him. "It just fell out of the dryer when I opened it so I went to pick it up!"

Once in his hands, he recognized it as the one with the seam coming undone. "I… umm… should probably have thrown this one out."

"Umm… yeah… you probably should." Those words slipped off your tongue before you could catch them.

"I- I guess I'll go now," Aran said hastily.

He shut the door.

You let out a breath. That was awkward. Heat continued to linger in your body and you weren't sure who was more embarrassed by the encounter.

Wait. His clothes were still in the dryer. Did you dare ask him back?

The door slowly creaked open and Aran peeked his head into the room.

"I forgot something, didn't I?" Aran sheepishly asked.

"Yeah." The corners of your mouth lifted into a smile. "Yeah, you did."

"I'm Aran by the way."

"Y/n."

You never thought this would be how you'd meet your future husband.

*****

The office chair in your apartment was a comfortable spot for folding clothes. The webcam caught your face as you chatted with Aran whose image filled the monitor.

You smiled. Your husband was winding down after a long day with the team and decided to check up on you.

"I'm alright," you told Aran. "I miss you though."

"I literally just saw you yesterday!" he said. "I miss you too."

After that fateful yet awkward encounter with him in that laundry room two years ago, you had run into each other more frequently at the front doors of your duplex. Your classes ended at similar times four out of your five school days. You were surprised he even started a conversation with you. You wouldn't have been able to bear the embarrassment. Fast forward to a confession, a kiss and a rock-embedded ring, and you got a small, snowy wedding during winter break.

It was back to the books for you now, and you dreaded it. Chores seemed much better, easier. Plus doing them for your newly-wedded husband? You got giddy about that.

You quirked your brow, lifting a familiar piece of clothing from the basket.

"Hey, I thought you threw this one out," you mentioned to Aran, dangling his underwear in front of the camera.

"I did! That's, uh, probably a different one."

"Just how old are these?"

"Hey! Wait a moment! Are you folding clothes?"

You avoided the eyes on the screen. "Maybe."

"You have your paper due in a few days! I told you I was going to do it after flying back home."

"I know…"

Aran's eyes narrowed at you, a trademark expression of his. "You're procrastinating again, aren't you?" His tone implied disapproval.

"But I'm still being productive!"

"Y/n…"

"Okay, okay. I'll stop." Your foot pushed the basket away, sliding it across the floor. Maybe you could fold them after you hung up.

Aran must have read your mind. "Show me what the laundry bin looks like."

You groaned. He saw right through you. Complying, you removed the clipped webcam off the monitor and directed it at the pile of unfolded clothes.

"It better be like that when I get home."

"Alright," you said with a pout.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

Must he stop you from doing chores? They were a simple reminder you were married to him, as if the gold on your finger wasn't enough to show you.

You were his wife.

A smile snuck into your lips whenever that thought crossed your mind. The honeymoon phase was a peculiar, strange, lovely stage.

Yet it was fleeting.

*****

You groaned as you stood in the middle of the bathroom. Aran's white track pants hung off the counter, the red t-shirt he got for free from first year college laid on top, and of course his underwear, which likely went through hundreds of washes, remained on the floor.

Great.

You rubbed your temples, your headache getting worse by the minute. It was Saturday morning, and Aran, who was nowhere to be seen, had left his mess behind.

I'll clean it up later, he would tell you. You knew his mother had spoiled him, always picking up after him. You understood why he was like this, but why couldn't he just start doing it now?

"Do you have this problem?" you asked your friend through your wireless headset.

"What problem?" she asked.

"Does your husband always leave laundry around on the floor?" You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Aran never picks up after himself."

She laughed. You weren't sure if it was because you were a young, amateur wife or if she understood all too well.

Knowing her, probably a bit of both.

"Okay two things."

You listened.

"One, don't say always or never. That's lying."

"I'm not lying," you snapped back at her. You began to regret asking her.

"Are you sure he never picks it up and always leaves it on the floor?"

You left no comment.

"Exactly."

"Okay fine, but that still doesn't solve the problem. If only he just did it, it would solve everything–"

"Number two," she interrupted.

You groaned at her and she gave an amused snort in return.

"If you weren't picking up his underwear, it means he's dead."

You were aghast.

"You know I'm right."

Still aghast.

"What? No husband, no mess."

"I can't believe I asked you for advice."

"But it's true."

"Ugh," was all you could utter. She had several years more of marriage experience than you, yet you didn't want to acknowledge it.

You hung up the phone after you finished deciding today's outing with her, but you hadn't addressed the issue in front of you. Your head throbbed again.

Sighing, you picked up the underwear.

A few minutes later, the front door opened and you dipped your head into the hallway. Aran shuffled grocery bags through the door and into the kitchen. He yawned, placing the milk, eggs, and other items into the fridge.

A familiar coffee brand peeked out of a bag on the floor. Right. You didn't have your coffee yet because there wasn't any left.

You wrapped your arms around Aran and relaxed against his broad back.

"I can't put the food away like this," he said with a chuckle.

"You left your clothes in the bathroom again."

"Oh shoot!" He dropped a bag and started towards the bathroom but you tightened your grip on him.

"I put them away already," you told him. His body relaxed and he caressed your arm around his waist.

The honeymoon phase was a fleeting phase, novel tasks turned mundane, but your love for him grew deeper still.

*****

Aran was away again, this time at Tokyo in preparation for the Olympics. He eagerly called you during breaks, wishing to see his favourite person – although your hands were full as well.

"I miss you," he told you, his smile displayed on the screen.

"And I miss picking up your underwear," you told him with a smirk.

Like clockwork, he narrowed his eyes at you with a comeback. "Why don't you say you miss me like a normal person?"

"Because I'm your wife. I'm special," you told him as he rolled his eyes. "I wish I could be there though."

"You wouldn't be able to spend that much time with me anyway," he said. "Besides, one of us needs to stay home."

"I know." You smiled.

"I gotta go," he said as Atsumu yelled in the background. Aran blew a kiss at you.

You snorted. How cheesy. You returned the kiss anyway.

Hearing a mischievous squeal behind you, you told him, "I gotta go too."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

After you hung up, you turned around and sighed. A soggy wet diaper sagged on the floor and the little guy jumping in the crib giggled at you as if he did the funniest thing in the world.

You rolled your eyes and smiled before picking up the diaper.

"Alright kid. Let's put a diaper back on you and wash your sheets."

*****

I hope you liked it. This is a little different from what I usually write but I hope you still enjoyed it!

I blame Aran's current concern for giving me this idea along with the person who suggested I write Aran fluff. (As well as the seasoned wife I know who told her husband, "If I wasn't picking up your underwear, it means you're dead." lolll.)

I hope you stick around my blog to check out my other works! My current work in progress is a fake dating Suna series. I can't believe we're on chapter 10!

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