#it's just like. put away some towels. stack your two full baskets of clean washing instead of sitting them side by side.

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cleaned my room a tiny bit and bro i3feel so much better LMFAO

[erwin-beloved]

🌼Gunpowder & Chamomile🌼

Levi x GNReader 

Fluff :)

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"But most of all he savored the scent of gunpowder that faded away as he moved to taste the sweet chamomile on your breath." 

The splinters of the rough wood pulled at your shirt as you carried the heavy boxes from the storage room to the carts. The final box was the biggest as it carried the flare guns. You were slow getting to the cart as you peeked over the box careful not to step on any uneven stones. Also, it was pretty heavy. 

The box was suddenly lifted from your hands and your eyes met green ones. At first, they held a gentle look but it soon hardened when the eyes scanned the area around you.

“What are you doing loading the supply cart all by yourself.”

“I’m just finishing up, I sent my squad to dinner early.”

Mike carried the heavy box with ease and set it on the cart gently. When he pushed it in its place alongside the others, you placed the board back and secured everything. He stood by you as you finished.

“Thanks by the way. The last thing I need is to choke on smoke from a misfired flare.”

He gave a small laugh and accompanied you as you walked to the dining hall.

“Not a problem, I didn’t want you late to the table, you know how Levi is about timeliness.”

You felt a small pit in your stomach. All of the prominent leaders in the regiment were always busy, but the time etched out for everyone, no matter the rank. Was evening dinner. 

Being the squad leader for one of the supply teams, you were often a few minutes late from double and even triple-checking your cart to be thorough, much to your squad members’ dismay. And it was even more irritating to Levi since you were a part of the table he sat at for dinner. 

But you would always forget how upset he would get since you always felt like there was no real bite in his words towards you. His eyes would give away a bit too much when he spoke, so you knew he could never stay upset with you. And you may or may not have taken advantage of that.

The smell of the dining hall grew stronger as you both approached the doorway but Levi happened to turn the corner and blocked your path. 

“There you two are.” 

“Hey-”

He looked at you and pointed to the nearby door outside.

“Go brush yourself off before you eat.”

You felt your spirit fizzle a bit from the blunt statement but you knew he wasn't exactly known for being nice. You looked down and saw all of the wood chips and dust on your shirt. 

“o-oh, yeah”

Mike put his hand on your shoulder and squeezed lightly while giving you a reassuring nod.

“I’ll get your plate for you.”

You smiled and went outside while Mike joined Levi inside the hall. By the time you arrived at the table, most everyone had settled in.

Hange waved to you excitedly and pointed to the seat across the table which was for you. Hange was flailing around and Levi stood nearby, with a growing expression of irritation at the hands in front of his face. He set down your plate of food along with an empty teacup. He then walked around the table to take his seat once more. It seemed as if Levi decided to make tea for the table today. 

When you took your seat next to Mike, you gave him a questioning look while glancing at Levi to ask silently why he got your plate, but Mike just shrugged and continued to eat. With a vague answer, you peeked around him and greeted Erwin and Moblit who were at the end of the table. They only smiled and waved back as they both had their mouths full. 

Before you could say anything Hange started to grab your attention again.

“Leeevi ~, decided to make us your favorite tea tonight!”

Your eyes watched the teapot in front of you as Levi had stood up and was silently pouring the tea into your cup. A surprised look overtook your face and you glanced up at Levi who was glaring at Hange

“Oh really? You found some chamomile flowers?”

He huffed as he sat back down, gently poking a potato slice and then bringing it up to his lips. He avoided eye contact.

“Hange asked me to make it.”

You looked over at Hange who gave you a serious look while shaking their head in disagreement, mouthing ‘he found them and picked them’. But the expression turned to pain as they winced from a mysterious kick to the shin which was obviously from Levi. 

Erwin had been quiet but he let a small smile perk up at his lips as he looked over at you. 

“It’s a pleasant surprise to have chamomile tea, and I’m glad someone was thoughtful enough to make it for you and share it with us Y/n.” 

Your eyes met Erwin’s, who was staring directly at you but there was a mischievous spark in his eyes. He suddenly winked and then glanced towards the dark-haired man that sat next to him, who was sipping tea in an effort to act as if he weren't listening. A sly smile flashed across your face before you turned to Hange with an innocent smile.

“Well, thank you for remembering Hange, it’s very sweet of you. I didn't think anyone would remember something small like my favorite tea.”

Hange gave you a curious look but then caught on.

“Hah! You’re welcome! Anything for you beloved.”

You saw Levi’s jaw clench as he let out a very small cough but he hid his face in his cup.

Erwin smiled into his bite of food and went to talking with Mike and Moblit once more as if he hadn’t just instigated. 

Levi stiffly set his cup down but his expression relaxed once he saw you watching him.

“Would you pour me a little more Levi?”

~

Everyone seemed to be in a good mood so there were frequent laughs and smiles shared. Even Erwin and Levi gave out some smiles and laughs which were rare. They were all optimistic for the next day.

When most everyone had finished their plates Erwin was the first to dismiss himself waving to everyone goodnight, stating he still needed to get some last-minute paperwork done. Hange and Moblit followed as they went to finish what last bit of research they could for the day, leaving Mike, Levi, and you. It was a brief chat between you three in expectancy for the newbie’s training exercise the next day, but Mike soon moved to leave as well.

“Y/n you are headed to the showers soon right.”

You felt yourself deflate a bit as you laughed nervously.

“Gee, thanks for indirectly telling me I smell Mike.”

He laughed and nudged you with his elbow as he carried his plate.

“You just smell like gunpowder is all I’m saying, I don’t think it's good to sleep like that.”

“Yeah yeah, you just like to make fun of me. See you tomorrow morning.” You lazily waved your hand toward him as he walked off so you turned to gather your plates as well. Levi stood with you collecting the teaware. 

After placing your cup on your empty plate you stuck out your hand for him to place the extra teacup that he couldn't carry. You silently walked together to the dish room and washed the tea set side by side in comfortable silence. He lingered next to you for a moment as he reached for a teacup, noticing your scent.

It was a strong smell of gunpowder but he could still catch the normal soft scent you always had of lavender and oak, and now chamomile from the tea. 

“You really do smell like gunpowder.”

“Not you toooooo. I'm in the armory all day! What else do you guys expect?”

He let out a light chuckle and took the last teacup that you had finished washing to dry it. 

“You're doing grunt work when you’re supposed to be the squad leader giving out instructions.”

The teacups clinked as he stacked the final cup with the now clean set and handed you the towel to dry your hands. You couldn't say much as he was pretty much calling you out so he spoke again.

“I get it, but you should rely on your squad more so they can rely on you, it's a mutual relationship.” 

“Since when did you become an expert on relationships Mr. Antisocial?”

He gave you a brief glare and held the teacups before nodding to the teapot for you to carry, you followed him out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

“Since I started shitting bricks. Listen, take my advice as you will, but trust is a big part of being a leader.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll make sure to keep your words in mind.” 

The hallway was empty except for the two of you and you thoughtfully took in his words, planning to start implementing his advice tomorrow. You hadn’t noticed how closely Levi walked next to you until you felt his elbow brush against yours, and upon your observation, the contact was immediately followed by him distancing himself once more. It fell away from your mind as he unlocked his office door, letting you in as he followed.

The room was dark but you immediately stepped over to the large cabinet as you knew where to put the teaware. The glass door gently clicked open and you set the teapot inside before turning around to find Levi right behind you who was closer than you expected. You couldn't see much but his silhouette in the dark lighting.

A gasp came out of you and you grabbed your collar as you walked around him. 

“Jeez, don’t scare me like that.”

“Sorry.”

He responded plainly and began to fiddle with the placement of everything in the cabinet while you looked around the dark office for a candle. When you finally lit up the room something immediately caught your eye. A small basket sat on a small end table behind his office chair and as you got closer you realized that the basket held a few bundles of dried chamomile. 

“You found quite a bit huh.”

He closed the cabinet door with a soft click as he turned to look at you. He let out an uninterested hum and then went for the exit. But you stopped him.

“Wait, Levi.”

When he stopped at the door he kept his back to you but he turned his head to listen.

“Thank you.”

He turned around and gave you his look of confusion which was just his brow furrowing for a moment.

“What for?”

“Just for everything. I don’t think I’ve said it enough to you.”

You walked up closer to him and put your free hand on his shoulder. He looked at you cautiously so you spoke softly. Although, there was a hint of amusement in your tone.

“And thank you for thinking of me, and making me my favorite tea.”

Following your statement, you smiled at him while raising your hand to gently place your thumb on his chin so he wouldn't turn too quickly. 

He could feel the warmth of the candle in your hand get closer to his chest as you placed a soft kiss on his cheek. There were so many sensations that swirled around him when he felt your touch. The comforting yellow flame, the feeling of your lips on him, and your soft exhale that felt like electricity on his skin as you began to move away. 

But most of all he savored the scent of gunpowder that faded away as he moved to taste the sweet chamomile on your breath. 

The sudden advancement from him caught you off guard but he was still gentle. There was no brashness to how he touched you. The desk was suddenly pressing into your back and you paused for a moment, so he stopped and watched your expression carefully. His dark lashes shadowed his eyes as he lifted his eyes to meet your gaze. You only looked back at him, unable to think of what to do next.

Before the moment finished he took the candle from you and set it to the side.

“Well”

He pressed himself closer to you, brushing your hair away from your face while he briefly observed the charming details of your face. When his grey eyes met yours there was a soft glimmer to them and his voice was deep and tender.

“It’s your turn.”

There was another brief pause as you took in all of these new expressions that were being shown on his face. Before you realized it you had reached up to touch his soft, dark locks that had fallen forward. And he began to smile, but it was his response to the smile that was already on your face. 

You brushed the edge of his lips with your thumb in endearance before bringing your lips to his. He had felt a blush spread across his face because of what you said before you kissed him once more. The words echoing in his mind.

“You're so handsome when you smile.”

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💜Cure for Insomnia💜 Part 2 of 2 Levi x Reader

💜Cure for Insomnia💜 Part 2 of 2

Part 1

Y/N’s POV:

He always looks younger than his age, but when he’s not frowning, it gives him an air of innocence. He has been asleep for the last three hours. His breathing is steady, rhythmic. I have quietly observed him since falling asleep. Not wanting to disturb him, I haven’t moved. But then again, it’s not like watching him is a hardship.

While not everyone would consider the cold, distant Captain attractive, Levi appeals to me. His ear length raven colored locks cover his face, and his undercut is alway fresh looking. The stormy grey eyes that impassively observe are hard to look away from, even when he glares at you. While he is considered short by most, I don’t understand why people comment on it. Extremely fit, his lean, muscular body screams with the results of his years of training and fighting. If he were more approachable, I would pursue a relationship with him. I scoff to myself, it more likely that the titans will suddenly stop eating humans.

I suddenly realize that those grey eyes have been watching me for Lord only knows how long. I meet his eyes steadily as I resist the urge to blush. It’s not like I wasn’t ordered by the Commander to watch him. I have no reason to feel embarrassed, even if my thoughts weren’t professional.

“Did I sleep long enough for you to leave me alone?” He asks, his voice husky from the sleep.

“You slept for about three hours. That isn’t a full night’s sleep sir.” I carefully answer, unsure of what mood he wakes up in.

“It is for me. It’s the most I’ve slept in one go in weeks.” He sits up and rotates his shoulders. Getting up, he begins to pull on his uniform.

“Sir, please don’t.” I stop him by putting a hand on his arm. Looking at me, he silently demands to know why. “Dress in casual clothes, something more comfortable that the constricting uniform. Do you have sleep pants or shorts?”

Grumbling he goes to his wardrobe and digs through it. Pulling out a pair of older grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, he holds them up to me for approval. When I nod, he quickly dresses and puts his uniform away neatly.

Marching out of his room, I see him settle himself behind his desk. Picking up a pen, he begins to work on the stacks of paperwork taking up real estate on his desk. I look at him, frowning in disapproval. “Captain, you aren’t supposed to being doing paperwork.” The stubborn man doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Y/N, I enjoyed the little massage, and I slept for a few hours. I feel better than I have in weeks. I have had issues sleeping practically my entire life, so it’s as good at it’s going to get for now. Either pick up some paperwork and help or get some sleep.”

I sighed. I knew this was going to take time. But I won’t push it the first night. Settling on his couch, I drift off to sleep, letting the sounds of the pen scratching against the paper relax me. I woke up with the sun starting to rise through the window in his office. A blanket was covering me and a steaming cup of tea sat before me on the table beside the sofa. Levi was not in the office. Sitting up and rubbing my eyes, I look around, and turn when the door to his bedroom opened and the Captain walked out, his pristine uniform in place as he finishes tying his cravet around his neck.

“Good, your awake. the tea is for you. Don’t worry, I’ve only had the one cup of tea when I got yours. Go take a shower and get ready. Breakfast is in thirty minutes.” He walks to his desk and sits down. “Meet me back here after you finish getting ready.”

**Time Skip**

After spending the day running through Captain Levi’s schedule, I am unsure how the man doesn’t sleep. From the paperwork, to cleaning, to the squad training, to his own personal three hour workout, I am ready to drop from just trying to keep up with him.

Resting my head against my propped up hand, I’m honestly too tired to eat. Lazily pushing the food around on my plate, I feel Levi nudge me. Turning my tired eyes on him, he motions down to my plate and just says, “Eat.”, and continues his own meal.

On our way back to his office, he stops in the hallway and turns to me. “Go and get something to change into.” Rolling his eyes at my bewildered expression, he explains. “You’re observing me again, right idiot? Might as well be comfortable.”

After grabbing my necessities for a shower and changing, I find myself back in the Captain’s office. Empty, I use the opportunity to browse the collection of novels on the bookshelf by the fireplace. Surprisingly, its shelves are lined with a broad range of novels, scientific journals and even how-to manuals. It seems that he either likes to appear well read, or Levi has an intense love for absorbing the written word. Choosing a book, I thumb through the well worn pages, stopping to read passages that catch my attention.

When a door opening breaks my immersion in the crime thriller, I look up to see the Captain dressed in loose lounging pants and shirt. Toweling his wet hair, he motions behind him. “Shower is free. A towel’s on the counter.” I grab my bag and towards the bedroom, when he places a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “I, uhhhh, took a longer shower tonight. So you can count it as relaxing.” Nodding, I walk past him and close the door.

As I strip and stand under the hot spray of water, a small grin crosses my face, wondering if the Captain took a longer shower than normal because he took my other advice. This would be the place for it if he did. A red tint covers my body that has nothing to do with the water temperature as my mind wanders. Images of Levi standing here leaning against the wall with water cascading down his body fill my mind. His elegant hand, roaming his body with no intention of cleaning, stopping when it reaches it’s destination and begins to stroke the ridged skin....Shaking my head, I push the thoughts away and quickly run through my showering ritual.

Dressing, I repack my bag and tidy the bathroom, going as far as wiping down the shower stall for the notoriously fastidious man. I place the dirty towel in the proper basket and walk back to his office, expecting to battle with him over working after dinner.

To my pleasant surprise, I find the Captain seated on his sofa. A tea set placed on the table before it and beside the tray, an elegantly carved chess set. Walking towards him, I cock an eyebrow at the tea set, sending him a questioning look.

“Before you start, it’s camomile” He grumbles as he pours two cups. Handing one to me, he sits back and takes a sip. “Do you play?” He questions, nodding towards the chess pieces.

“I do, but not very well I’m afraid.”

“Good, I’m tired of Eyebrows winning. Let’s play.”

We spend several hours pouring over the board, strategizing and sacrificing pawns to advance. Although most of the time is silent, Levi surprises me by randomly throwing out questions in his blunt manner.

“Are you trying to distract me?” I question after the latest question from him about my life, as I contemplate my next move.

Clicking his tongue, he moves a Bishop into position. “Idiot, I can be social.” Causing me to laugh at the rude answer.

After beating me for the third time, he stands and begins to pack away the set. Walking to the bookshelf to place it back in it’s proper place, he orders “Go get ready for bed.”

Not moving, I try to understand his reasoning behind his demand. Turning back towards me he frowns at my lack of movement. “Y/N, go get ready for bed.” His voice a bit harsher, more authoritative. Silently, I demand an explanation from him. This is my observation and I was the one in charge.

Sighing, he pinches the bridge of his nose as he explains. “You are exhausted. You need to sleep.” He holds a hand up to stop me before I can do more than open my mouth to argue. “I will go lay down with you on that shitty bed. I won’t leave it, I swear. I will keep track of how long I stay awake for you. Now, please go.”

Realizing he’s right, that I have to get some sleep, I get up and go to the bathroom to get ready for bed. When I come out, the sheets have been turned down, ready to me to slide into them. Levi quickly preforms his own nightly ritual and comes over to bed, sitting on the edge. Turning to look at me, his eyes search mine for discomfort at the situation. Finding none, he turns back and extinguishes the lamp, throwing the room into darkness. Laying back, I feel him fold his hands behind his head and breathe slowly, relaxing his body. Drowsy, I turn to face away from him, quickly falling into a deep sleep after muttering a quiet “Goodnight.”

**Time Skip**

Slowly opening my eyes, I wake up. Confusion clouds my mind at the unfamiliar room. As I blink and the fog of sleep lifts, I remember falling asleep beside Levi. Soft light filters through the edges of the dark curtains, signifying the beginning of a new day. I wonder how many hours Levi let me sleep while he laid next to me. As I go to move, I realize there is a weight, holding me in place. Reaching down, I feel a warm arm around my stomach, fingers gripping my side. A body, radiating heat, pressed up against my backside, and a cold foot in between mine own warm feet. His face is pushed into the back of my neck, the hot air washing over me as he breathes out. Stirring slightly, he pulls me closer to him as he burrows down into my neck and innocently rubs against me in his sleep. A small contented hum comes from his chest as he settles back down.

Smiling to myself, I relax into the mattress. I can question him when he wakes. Still, being awake causes me to shift more than I would if I were asleep. Trying to stretch my back out a bit causes me to freeze. When I moved, Levi responded in his sleep, nudging a certain part of his body against my butt. Moving again to try and get comfortable, he brushed against me again with slightly more force. Red faced, I vow to lay like a statue until he wakes up, not wanting to explain why I caused him to grind his ‘morning salute’ against me if he were to wake up now.

Not too much later, a low groan comes from the raven haired man as he begins to stir. Tightening his arm around me, I feel his muscles contract with a small stretch, and his long lashes tickle my neck as he opens his eyes.

“Good morning.” I call out softly.

Humming slightly he begins to pull away from me, rolling over onto his back. Following him, I turn onto my side, facing him. He closes his eyes again and lets out a sigh.

“Damn...” is all he says.

Pushing myself up, I prop on an elbow and look at him.

“I fell asleep right after you did.”

When I didn’t respond, he looks over and snorts at my shocked expression.

“Yeah, I never would have believed it either. You said goodnight and immediately fell asleep. I remember rolling onto my side and that was it.” He continues, shooting a quick glance over to me before looking back up at the ceiling.

“Huh....that’s great! You just slept for 9 hours! How do you feel?” In my enthusiasm, I wiggle closer to him, wide eyed and smiling.

Rolling his eyes at me he grumbles. “Fine. I slept great. Now I have another damn problem.”

I tilt my head in confusion. What’s the problem? He slept for a full night! If we can repeat it tomorrow, he’s on his way to being fully rested.

Glowering at me he spits out. “Are you going to sleep next to me every night?”

“Oh.....well....ummmm” I can’t think of what to say.

“Yeah....Even if you did agree to sleep next to me, that just causes me more problems.” Levi’s voice is low, mumbling as if embarrassed.

“What’s the other problem?”

Looking at me incredulously, he shakes his head. “Really? I know you felt it.”

“Oooooohhhhhh” I blush as I realize exactly what he is referring to. Quickly waving away his concern I reply. “That’s natural. Don’t worry about that.”

Turning towards me and propping up to look me the eyes, his next words excite me. “Not for me. Especially since I ‘relaxed’ in the shower last night.”

“Well, we are adults.” I ventured, looking away from him. “I cured your insomnia, I’m sure I can cure your other issue, if you want.”

Pulling me closer to him, he rubs against me, pushing his issue against my hip. “Oh I want.”

The End.

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I Shouldn’t But I Do

Chapter Two: Welcome Home

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Summary: Y/n is struggling to survive after being seperated from her group. When she meets Negan her life is changes forever, the question is if it was for the better.

Pairing: Negan x Y/n

Warnings: angst, fluff, anxiety 

“Y/n, time to wake up Doll. We’re at the Sanctuary.” Negan’s voice pulls you out of sleep. Opening your eyes, you realize that he had taken the pillowcase off your head. “Hey sleepyhead, welcome home.”Looking around, you see a massive factory building towering in front of you. Negan had opened your door and was standing next to you, “Come on, I’ll show you around.” Holding his hand out, you grab it and let him help you down. You see a lot of people milling around, you haven’t seen so many people since the end of the world happened. 

Hearing the all too familiar sound of the undead, you look to see a collection of walkers standing outside of the fence. Ripping your hand from Negan’s grip you run away from the fences, you didn’t get very far though. Tripping on a rock you land on your but. Negan realizing what was going on, he chuckles and states “Don’t worry, they’re not gonna get in here. They’re chained to the fence for our protection, the walkers keep out unwanted guests.” 

Negan walks over to you and holds out a hand, taking it he helps you up. “Are you sure they’re not going to get loose?”

“Yes, I’m abso-fucking-lutely sure they’re not going to escape. I have guards watching the perimeter twenty-four seven. Even if one of them somehow manages to escape, they can handle it. Come on let’s …” before he could finish a man runs up to him and interrupts Negan.

“Sir, there’s an issue in the motor yard, we need you there.”

“Can’t you see I’m a fucking little busy here Dwight. Can’t I leave for an hour and not have things go to shit while I’m gone.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s an emergency,” Dwight pleads.

Running a hand over his face, Negan sighs and turns to you. “Sorry Sweetheart but there’s something I have to take care of. I’ll meet up with you as soon as I can. Dwight make sure Y/n here is taken well care of and stay with her until I return, put anything she needs on my tab. Set her up in Adian’s old room, but get someone to clean out his personal belongings before you get her set up in it.” 

You watch as Negan walks away in the direction of what you guess was the motor yard. Turning your attention to Dwight you see him pull a radio identical to the one Negan has. “Hey, Arat.”

“What do you want Dwight?” the radio crackles back.

“I need you to clean out Adian’s room of personal belongings.”

“Why can’t you do it yourself?” Arat questions. Though you had never met the girl, you were already beginning to like her.

“I have to watch over Y/n, the person who’s going to be living in the room. Negan told me to ask someone to do it.” Dwight answers with a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

“The room will be ready in an hour.” 

Dwight turned his attention to you, “Come on let’s get you some food, clothes, and a shower.” Walking in the direction of the colossal building, he motions for you to follow. You quietly follow a couple of steps behind him taking in all the sights. The two of you go up a set of stairs leading to a set of double doors, Dwight holds one of the doors open for you. Walking through it, you’re shocked at the number of people in the large open area. You thought there were a lot of people outside and there was at least double the number of people outside in here. 

“This is the market,” Dwight gestures to the large open area underneath you, pulling you out of your daze. “This is where people buy and sell items and goods. You can buy things with points, the rarer more valued items are the more points they cost. Though if you’re a savior you don’t have to use the point system, Negan will talk about that later. Why don’t we go grab you some new clothes, the ones you’re wearing now look like they’re at the end of their life. After that, we can grab a bite to eat in the cafeteria.” Looking down at your clothes, you realized he was right. The clothes you are wearing were covered in mud and filth and there were several holes in them. 

You followed Dwight around like a lost puppy. If he handed you something, you took it. At the end of following Dwight around the market, you ended up with a wooden basket full of new clothes. Staring down at the basket of clothes, you didn’t realize Dwight had stopped and turned around to face you, running into him you spilled the clothes all over the floor. Getting on your knees, you quickly start picking up the clothing and apologizing to Dwight repeatedly for running into him. When you feel a hand on your shoulder, you look at Dwight to see him looking at you gently with a sad look in his eyes.

“It’s ok Y/n, I’m not mad or upset or anything. It was just an accident and accidents happen.” Dwight grabs the rest of the clothing that was strewn out across the ground and puts them back in the basket. He helps you get off the ground and looks at you curiously for a few seconds before speaking, “You didn’t come from a good group, did you?” Stunned for a couple of seconds at the question he just asked, you nod yes. “Most of the people who have been in bad groups before they come here tend to be on the quiet side. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. It’s not my place to tell. It’s been about an hour, how about I take you up to your room?”

“I’d like that,” you reply smiling. You follow him closely through the labyrinth of a building, talking in all the sights and sounds. Climbing the stairs, you wonder what floor you’re going to be at, reaching a landing Dwight opens up the door which leads to a long hallway, the two of you continue to walk silently together until he stops in front of a door.

“This is you,” He announces, opening-up the door. “Welcome to your new home.” Walking inside you notice a queen-sized bed, a dresser, a bookcase packed with books, a small table,  and a desk sitting in the corner. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, this was better than what you were expecting. Better yet, this was nothing like where you were forced to live in your old group. You used to have to sleep on the floor of a tiny, windowless, old storage shed that had locks on the outside to keep you in. “This work for you?” Dwight asks, pulling your attention back to him.

“Ya, this definitely works for me. It’s better than what I could have imagined.” Setting the basket of clothing on the dresser, you walk over to the window seeing people going about their daily lives down below.”

“Great, there’s a bathroom through that door,” he motions to a door you didn’t realize was there. ” Why don’t you take a shower while I grab you some food?” Nodding in approval, you watch as he leaves your room closing the door behind you. Excited to take a shower in God knows how long, you quickly grab a change of clothes, strip, and make your way to the bathroom. In there you find a pile of towels neatly stacked underneath the sink along with some shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Turning on the shower you were overjoyed when the water started to turn hot. Standing under the relaxing hot water, you think to yourself ‘This would be a pretty great place to call home.’

[milomeepit]

Diamond In The Rough: Chapter Six

Roman has always wanted better. Has always believed that there’s a better life, a better world, just out of reach. Just beyond the veil of shitty teachers who don’t care, angry classmates that scream insults and slurs at each other all day, and drug-hazed parents who are more concerned with their next hit than looking after their ten year old son.

When he runs away after a particularly bad night at home and finds a quiet little cafe/bookstore tucked away in a back alley of the city, the sweet couple who run the joint (an odd pair; a quiet, gloomy man with a wry sense of humour and a cynical gleam in his eye, and a bouncy man who smiles like sunshine and laughs like a storybook king) help show him that maybe- just maybe- he really can have the life he always dreamed of.

Masterpost (to be added soon!)

Word Count: 2786

Chapter Warnings: probably terribly translated Spanish and I’m Incredibly Sorry, insanely sappy couple, anxious child continues to be anxious, hygiene issues, food mention

It didn’t take long to finish closing up the cafe, and they were soon on their way home. Virgil was glad he’d already cleared out the backseat of Patton’s old blue sedan for the next lot of groceries, as it gave Roman space to sit without being crowded by bags and boxes of books. Roman, meanwhile, peered out the window curiously as they drove along, watching the trees and buildings lit up by the headlights of the car before they slipped past and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

Patton pulled into their apartment block’s parking lot, and was around to Roman’s door before Virgil could even unbuckle his seatbelt. He chuckled as his husband scooped up the small boy into another quick hug before setting him down and grabbing the box of leftover baked goods from the other seat.

Virgil led Roman across to the front door and upstairs, making sure to keep an eye on him in case he stumbled on the slightly uneven steps. Roman bounded up them effortlessly, though, his backpack bouncing against his shoulders as he scaled the staircase. Patton followed close behind them, carefully balancing the wide, thin box of pastries and biscuits, humming cheerfully.

Virgil... really wished he’d had a camera right then. When he unlocked and opened the front door, stepping back to let Roman enter first, he’d frozen at first. He took a couple of small steps over the threshold, eyes as wide as dinner plates as he looked around the living room.

Aesthetically speaking, it was very much a reflection of everything that they’d put into the cafe. Fairy lights were hung carefully around the edges of the room, and as Virgil reached across to the power point near the door, they flickered on; a warm, soft glow around the cozy space. The couches here did match, but the patches covering old repairs were a variety of colours and patterns- floral and rainbow and zigzag and galaxies peeking between the pale blue.

Roman looked over his shoulder. “This is your house?” He whispered, voice laced with excited disbelief.

“Sure is. Go on,” Virgil urged, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Have a look around, explore the apartment.”

“Mi casa es su casa!” Patton beamed, setting the box on a table near the door. “Come on, Ro, I’ll show you ar-”

“¿Tu hablas español?” Roman interrupted, snapping to look at Patton, mouth hanging open in surprise.

“¡Por supuesto! Mi mamá es cubana,” Patton clapped his hands together, clearly delighted.

Virgil couldn’t follow most of the rapid stream of Spanish that Roman babbled out, but between the adoring expression on his face as he gushed to Patton, and Patton’s sparkling eyes, he could tell that the two were bonding over their shared language. He knew bits and pieces; growing up with Patton, he’d picked up words and phrases- mostly curse words and sappy declarations of love- but it warmed his heart to see Patton so excited as they spoke.

“Patton, hon, should we finish showing Roman around?” Virgil smiled, reaching over to prod him gently in the arm.

“Oh! Oh, of course. Sorry, I guess we got a little distracted,” Patton giggled. “How about you show Ro around, and I’ll sort out some clean clothes for him? I think we still have some spare stuff from when your cousin and her kids stayed over.”

Virgil nodded. “Sure thing. Hey, kid, how’s it sound if I run you a bath and we get you some clean PJs?” He suggested, turning to face Roman again.

Roman paused for a moment, clinging to his worn red jacket, before nodding. “Um... yes, please,” He said softly as he slipped off his backpack and set it down by the front door, toeing off his shoes as he did so.

Virgil tousled his hair again before making his way into the bathroom, Roman trotting along behind him. He sat on the closed lid of the toilet as Virgil started running the bath, his legs swinging back and forth, his small socked feet drumming against the porcelain base.

“You can drop your dirty clothes over there when you hop in,” Virgil gestured towards the half-full launder hamper that hung from a hook on the wall. “Patton or I will wash ‘em and have ‘em back for you in the morning, alright?”

“Thank you,” Roman nodded, his eyes fixed on the basket.

Virgil watched him for a few seconds, as he added a dash of bubble bath liquid, a little thrown off by how still he was. This was the same kid who spent an hour and a half squealing with Patton about princes, right? The same kid who’d snapped right to teasing Virgil back when he’d poked playfully at how much he sang? “Hey, are you okay?” He asked. “You look like a helium balloon someone poked a hole in.”

Roman blinked, turning his head to meet his gaze. “Wh... why helium?”

“Because you’re squeaky, bouncy, and I’ve never seen anything bring you down,” Virgil reached over, tipping up his chin lightly. “What’s on your mind, short stack?”

“Oh. Nothing, I’m okay,” Roman shook his head.

Virgil raised an eyebrow wordlessly.

“No, for real this time!” He insisted, crossing his arms and sticking out his chin. “I just don’t wanna make a mess or anything. Especially since you have a nice house and stuff, I don’t want to ruin it... I guess.” He sagged a little as he spoke, the proud indignance melting into uncertainty.

“Kiddo, trust me, you don’t have to worry about that. We’re hardly super neat freaks, so you can chill. Even if anyone makes a mess- you, me, or Patton- we’ll just work together and tidy up. That’s what me and Pat’ve always done.”

Roman’s face twitched with an emotion Virgil didn’t quite recognize before he nodded again. “... Okay.” He hopped off the toilet, peering at the bathtub. “It’s kinda full, isn’t it gonna spill?”

Virgil gave a start, snapping around to lunge for the tap handles before it overflowed. “Gah-!” He twisted them around quickly to shut off the flow of water. “My bad. Nice save, kid,” He wheezed. “Patton would’ve kicked my butt if I flooded the bathroom again.”

“Again?” Roman’s eyes widened.

“No time for questions, you got a tub of steamy goodness to tend to.” Virgil clapped him lightly on the shoulder. “We’ll be just out in the living room, give a yell if you need anything, okay?”

Roman nodded once more. “Alright. Thanks.”

Virgil left the bathroom, shut the door behind him, then walked over to flop onto the couch. “Goblin prince is in the tub,” He announced as Patton appeared out of their bedroom, a bundle of clothing in his arms.

Patton swatted his shoulder. “Oh, knock it off!” He chided. “You adore him, I know you do.”

“I love nothing and nobody,” Virgil droned, slouching further into the couch cushions. “My heart is as cold as ice, hard as granite, untouched by anything on this mortal plane.”

Patton giggled, then leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Mm-hm. My big, strong, tough, badass man,” He teased.

“I said mortal plane. Angels like you don’t count, babe,” Virgil retorted, pulling Patton into his lap and dotting kisses across his face. He was rewarded with more peals of laughter, and couldn’t help the wide grin that appeared on his own face at the delightful sound.

“Hey, hey, easy!” Patton squeaked, his face flushed red as he giggled, squirming slightly in Virgil’s grip. “I’m gonna get hiccups if I laugh too hard!”

Virgil pulled him close, burying his face in Patton’s soft messy curls. “You’re adorable,” He hummed happily.

“And you’re a cutie pie,” Patton murmured, nuzzling close to his neck. “I love you, so much.”

“Really? How much?” Virgil’s voice took on a teasing lilt as he spoke.

“More than all the stars shine in the sky,” Patton answered immediately.

“Well, I love you more than the soft glow of an almost-full moon,” Virgil responded.

“I love you more than tiny hermit crabs in big, big shells.”

Virgil smiled at the mental image. “I love you more than copper windchimes.”

“I love you more than antique stores full of old tea sets.”

“I love you more than just-bloomed heather swaying in a summer breeze.”

Patton shivered a little, and Virgil laughed. “That’s practically cheating,” He mumbled.

“Does that mean you give up?”

“Never.” Patton shook his head, his curls brushing against Virgil’s face. “I love you more than smooth, pretty calligraphy done with real ink.”

“I love you more than fresh coffee with creamy milk and sugar.”

Patton was quiet for a moment as he thought. “I love you more than...” His eyes lit up. “I love you more than the yellowed pages of an old family recipe book!”

Virgil hissed through his teeth. “Alright, alright, you win this round, jelly bean,” He conceded.

Patton beamed, and his bright-as-sunshine smile sent a happy thrill through Virgil. "Yes!" He squealed happily.

“Um, excuse me?” Virgil twisted around to see Roman peeking out from the hallway, a towel clumsily wrapped around himself. “Um... sorry, but... um... can I have some help washing my hair?” He asked shyly, half-hiding behind the corner of the wall.

“Of course you can, sweetheart!” Patton cooed, bouncing to his feet. He pecked Virgil on the cheek before trotting over and offering a hand to Roman. “Let’s get those lovely locks soft and shiny, hm?”

Roman took his hand and giggled. “Thank you,” He said sweetly as he swung their joined hands.

“¡Eres muy bienvenido!” Patton tousled his slightly damp hair as he led Roman back into the bathroom. “Oooh, bubbles!”

Virgil grinned to himself. Patton sounded almost more excited about the bubbles than Roman seemed to be. It was little things like that that made Patton such a bright person to be around. His warm smile. His adorable, bubbly laugh. His kindness. The way he loved fiercely with all his heart. The way he loved people and pets and clouds and flowers and foods and smells and blankets and life.

While Virgil hated to sound like some cheesy romance movie cliche, Patton took his breath away, and he fell a little more in love with him every day.

“Hooooooon?” Patton called from the bathroom, breaking Virgil from his thoughts.

“Yeeeeaaaah?” Virgil pushed himself to his feet, already heading towards them as he responded. “What’s up?”

“Um... the shampoo bottle’s empty, and the new bottle is up on the top shelf, and...” Patton waved helplessly, stretched up on his tiptoes. His fingers just grazed the bottom of the shelf, a good couple of inches short of reaching the green bottle.

Virgil shook his head fondly. “Yeah, don’t worry, I got it,” He replied. He walked over to where Patton stood, easily grabbed the bottle, and handed it to the shorter man. “That all you guys need?”

Roman popped up from a pile of bubbles, his hair wet and his face flushed from the warmth of the water. “Virgil! Look!” He exclaimed as he scooped up a handful of bubbles, then blew on them, making the foam float around the room like snowflakes.

“Anybody would think you haven’t had a bubble bath before, kiddo,” Virgil leaned over to scoop up a palm full of bubbles and deposit them on top of Roman’s head.

“I haven’t!” Roman responded, practically vibrating as he scooped more bubbles up, squishing them between his hands. “This is so fun! And they’re so light and fluffy and soft! And they smell nice!”

Virgil felt Patton melt, without even looking in his direction. “Well, it’s an honour to be part of your first ever bubble bath experience, then, bud,” He nodded as he leaned back against the counter.

Roman giggled again. “Virgil es muy agradable, ¿verdad?” He asked Patton.

“El realmente es. Por eso me casé con él, después de todo.” Patton replied as he bobbed down next to the bathtub and started to lather up Roman’s hair.

“Hey, I may not know Spanish, but I know my name when I hear it,” Virgil complained, poking Patton gently with his toe. “What are you slandering my name with now?”

“All good things, all good things!” Patton assured him, then sent Roman a very obvious conspiratorial wink.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Sure, sure. That’s what you said when you ripped Chloe Casiano to shreds in sophomore year.”

“She started it,” Patton shook his head as he scrubbed shampoo into Roman’s hair. He wrinkled his nose as his hands came away grey. “Gosh, Ro, hon, has it been a while since your hair’s been washed?”

“Um... I haven’t been able to have a proper shower in a while,” Roman answered, shrinking in on himself a little. “And Mom and Dad don’t really help me wash my hair, and I don’t like doing it because I always get soap in my eyes, and it stings a lot, and, um... yeah.”

“Aw, that’s okay, sweetheart, it’s not your fault!” Patton hummed. “Me and Virge will help you, and we can help you learn how to do it and not get it in your eyes. Sound good?”

“Mm-hm!”

“Perfect! Now, just tip your head back for me, sweetpea, and I’ll rinse your hair a bit and we’ll see how it looks, hm?”

Roman leaned his head back, and Patton scooped up water in the plastic cup that sat by the tap, then gently tipped it over his hair to rinse away some of the soap and grit and dirt. It looked so much lighter after that, and Virgil smiled.

“What, is your hair blonde under all that muck?” He joked, easing himself down to sit on the floor next to Patton.

“Uh-huh!” Roman chirped.

“Wait,” Virgil blinked, taken off guard. “Really?”

Sure enough, as Patton washed, rinsed, and then dried his hair, a poofy mess of curly blonde hair was revealed. Patton squealed as he ran his fingers through it, rambling excitedly. “Dios mío, eres tan lindo! ¡Nunca me hubiera imaginado que tu cabello fuera tan rizado!”

Roman blushed and shook his head stubbornly. “¡No soy lindo!” He argued.

“Muy lindo,” Virgil drawled. “Very, very cute and tiny. The smallest. A total shorty.”

“Pattoooon!” Roman whined, clinging to Patton’s sleeve. “I’m not that short, am I?”

“Well... I’m sure you’ll grow! You’re probably gonna end up taller than me, so!” Patton ruffled his hair lightly.

Roman groaned, sagging against him. “I'm nooooot!" He whined.

Patton giggled and wrapped his arms around him, pressing a kiss into his hair. "Aw, it's not so bad! Being small can be great! You can fit into small spaces, and you don't hit your head on low ceilings, and you can get piggybacks, and... there's a lot of really neat stuff!"

"Yeah, yeah," Roman grumbled half-heartedly, turning in Patton's arms and burying his face against his shirt.

Virgil grinned as he got to his feet and stretched. "Mm... you guys hungry? I think we have some pasta bake in the fridge still," He suggested.

"Sounds perfect, mi alma!" Patton beamed. "I'll go set the table while Ro gets dressed, then we can have some dinner!"

Roman nodded enthusiastically, pulling the towel tighter around himself. "Yes, please!"

Virgil gave them a thumbs up, then slipped out of the room. He made his way into the kitchen, humming to himself as he went. Patton popped in behind him as he slid the dish into the microwave.

“So...” Patton hummed as he fished cutlery out of the drawer under the coffeemaker. “We should probably start looking at where the poor lost little bird came from, huh?”

“Yeah,” Virgil agreed. “From what he said earlier, his parents aren’t exactly the most attentive, but I’m sure they’ve noticed he’s missing.” He twisted a dishcloth in his hands for a few seconds as he thought. Patton waited for him to continue, the soft hum of the microwave bridging the silence between them. “... I’ll start looking on Facebook and stuff in the morning. Maybe there’s one of those search party pages or whatever.”

Patton crossed the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Virgil in a hug. “And what do we do if we can’t find anything?” He asked softly, leaning his head against Virgil’s shoulder.

“I dunno,” Virgil admitted. “But I’m sure we’ll figure something out-”

“Virgiiiiil? I got my hair stuck in a button!” Roman whined from the other room.

“- And everything’ll be fine,” He finished, then pecked Patton on the forehead before heading towards the distressed boy. “Coming, bud! Try not to pull on it unless you want a bald patch!” He chuckled at the alarmed squawk he got in response as he ducked out the kitchen door.

[asianbetaboy]

Me and Jay, Part 4: The Party

Jay didn't talk to me for almost an entire week. We still had physics class together but he avoided eye contact with me and we didn't sit together like we normally did. I let him have his space, and secretly I was thankful he was giving my hole a break; my hole was sore for days after the gang rape that Alex had arranged as (part of) my punishment for touching my dick without permission. By Friday, however, my balls were so full I thought I would start going crazy if I didn't get any relief.

At the end of class on Friday a classmate handed me a folded piece of paper. I opened up it up and found a note from Jay:

"I am fucking you this afternoon." (I instantly got hard.) "Instructions: Be ready by 3pm in Alex's room. Alex will leave room unlocked. Wash the sheets and get the bed ready for me."

I looked around for Jay but he had already gone.

---

I scarfed down some lunch before running over to Jay and Alex's dorm. As I passed by Jay's room, his roommate Sean grunted a greeting at me. I nodded back, and noticed the room had been taken over by some computer game decorations.

Alex's room was unlocked, as Jay had promised. The room was pretty much exactly as I remembered it, except the pile of dirty laundry had grown, and there was an incline bench blocking the closet door. I wondered what it was doing there, especially since I didn't see any weights in the room. Then I noticed a note taped to bench:

"DO MY LAUNDRY, FAG." (I assumed the note was from Alex.)

I shifted into high gear. With a little over two hours, I figured I had just enough time to do Alex's laundry, including the sheets, and get myself ready for Jay. It was a few minutes past three when I finally put away the last of Alex's clothes (including the two socks he'd used to gag and tie me up last week). Then I lay down on Alex's bed, ass up, and waited.

A few minutes later the door opened. Jay and Alex walked in, both sweaty from soccer. Jay was carrying his shirt in his hand. He grinned at me, then threw his shirt so it landed over my face and I couldn't see anything. While I breathed in Jay's scent, I felt a pair of hands spread my ass cheeks, then slap them.

"Mmm, I've missed this ass," said Jay. "Now... get out of here, Alex!"

Alex, it seemed, was opening and closing his drawers and examining his clean clothes.

"I could get used to this... fag laundry service." I heard shoes getting kicked into the corner, then the sound of sweat-drenched clothes getting dropped into the laundry basket. "Oops, looks like the fag missed a few items! I'll have to—"

"Very funny, Alex. Out!"

I heard them struggle a bit, some heavy footsteps, then the door closed. A soft click told me the door was now locked.

Jay walked back to the bed, then...

*slap*

*slap*

*slap*

*slap*

Jay flipped me over, his shirt still over my face.

"You've been good? Haven't touched your dick?"

"No, Sir."

"Good boy. I have something for you." Jay lifted his shirt up a little so it exposed my mouth. I smelled his dirty sock right before he stuffed it in my mouth. My dick sprang to attention.

"Look at that." Jay brushed the head of my dick with his hand. "You must want it really bad."

"Mmmph, mmph." I grunted into the sock.

"Yeah, boy." Jay flipped me over again, then I felt his hard cock against my hole. He started pushing his cock into me. "Damn boy, you got tight again," he breathed, as he teased my hole with the head of his cock.

Jay let go for a moment.

*slap*

*slap*

*slap*

*slap*

"Mmm... I like how your ass looks when it's red like that."

Jay got off the bed for a moment, then I felt the coldness of the lube as he rubbed it into my hole with his finger. Then he mounted me and started easing his cock into me.... As my hole stretched to take in all of Jay, I felt like everything was right in the world again.

---

Jay lay next to me, one of his arms around me, drifting in and out of sleep. I lay there next to him, dick semi-hard and balls very full.

There was a knock at the door.

"Dude, are you done yet?" Alex called through the door.

Jay clambered over me, picked up one of the clean towels I had stacked on top of the dresser, wrapped it around his waist, and let Alex back into the room.

"We gotta get the fag ready for the party," said Alex.

"*I* gotta take a shower," Jay replied. "It's your party idea, anyway."

"Yeah but it's your fag."

Jay turned to me, with a sheepish grin on his face. "Sorry boy, but I thought it might fun... as a surprise.... Back in a sec," he said as he walked off toward the shower.

"What the—" I started, but Alex shut me up with a tilt of his head and a simultaneous glare.

"I wish I had time to fuck you, but your man Jay wanted to take his sweet time with you today, and now I need to get you ready for the party."

I didn't dare interrupt him.

"Now apparently Jay hasn't told you anything, but the dorm is having its room-to-room party tonight, and we decided to have a private party in this room with a more... special theme." He grinned evilly as he dragged the incline bench into the center of the room. "Over here, fag."

I walked over obediently.

"We couldn't use Jay's room since Sean wanted to do some weird computer game shit in their room." Alex rolled his eyes. I thought it best not to say anything. "On the bench, boy."

I sat down on the bench, which was inclined at a 45 degree angle, and lay back. Alex ducked into his closet and emerged with a long, thick dildo.

"Thought you'd find this more... stimulating."

Alex made me shift up a bit on the bench, positioned the dildo underneath me, then made me slide my still-lubed up hole onto the dildo.

Alex wasn't wrong about the stimulation. As I slid down, slowly impaling myself on the dildo, I felt precum oozing out my dick. It felt kinda good. Then for some bizarre reason I pictured a diagram of myself on the incline bench on a physics homework problem, angles and force vectors marked, coefficients of friction listed. Force-subscript-dildo equals Mass-subscript-boy times x.

"What is going on in that faggot mind of yours?" Alex breathed, staring at my glazed expression as I slowly settled, millimeter by millimeter, onto his giant dildo. Then he noticed the precum oozing out of me.

"Perfect. This is perfect. Guests will be arriving soon. We don't want you squirming around too much, though..."

Alex went into the closet again and came back with some rope, which he used to tie down my hands and feet.

Jay walked in, freshly showered. He took in the scene.

"Damn... Nice," he nodded. "I think this will be fun... for all parties involved."

"Wanna start?" Alex said to Jay.

"Let's see..." Jay grabbed the bottle of lube and dribbled a bit onto my dick. Then he started stroking it.

"Fag must be going crazy, it hasn't cum in ten days, right?"

Jay nodded in response to Alex's question, while continuing to stroke me. It felt great. After a while he stopped.

"That's good. Maybe this is too easy," Alex said.

"Nah, it'll be harder as the night goes on. Look how full his balls are."

"Mmm, yeah," Alex nodded. He reached over, grabbed my balls, then tugged at bit at them. My dick flopped around a bit and I moaned.

There was a knock at the door.

"Greg, you made it!" Alex said as he opened the door.

"Am I too early?"

"Right on time! You got the goods? Pour Jay a shot, he was successful at round 1."

Jay downed his shot gratefully, then opened a bottle of beer that Greg had brought.

"This the fag you were talking about?" Greg examined me curiously. "Holy shit, what's he sitting on?"

Alex grinned. "I'm a genius, am I right?"

Greg laughed. "So what's the game?"

Alex waved in my general direction. "See this fag's cute little dick? You stroke it. If you get some precum to ooze out, you get a shot of vodka."

"We're all going to be very drunk very quick," Greg observed, rubbing my own precum down the length of my shaft and watching me get hard again.

Alex continued. "Second rule: if the fag cums on your watch, you're next on the bench."

"I accept the challenge," said Greg seriously. He wrapped his fingers around my dick and started pumping.

"Uhhhhh," I moaned, and started thrusting into his hand.

"Bet you'd like to see Greg on that bench, huh, fag?" said Alex. "Squirm all you want, it just makes it more amusing for us."

"Damn, your fag loves that fucking dildo in his ass..."

I was going so crazy trying fuck Greg's hand I didn't bother to correct him. If anything, having that giant thing up my ass was making it harder to cum.

"Yeah fag loves it..." Alex took a sip of his beer. "But it's Jay's fag, not mine."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yep, my fag," said Jay idly, as he came over and tweaked my nipples, making me squirm some more.

Soon—too soon—Greg stopped. He'd earned his shot of vodka.

As the night progressed, more and more guys showed up. I didn't know anyone other than Jay and Alex. At first it seemed like mostly Alex's friends, then more and more guys that I vaguely recognized as Jay's dormmates came in and out of the room. "Not very private if you invite the entire dorm," I thought to myself, though I made sure to keep that thought to myself.

The room was getting hot and crowded, and the guys were getting louder and drunker. Some of the guys would go out into the hallway, sample various drinks from the officially sanctioned rooms of the dorm party, then come back and play with my dick again for another vodka shot. Every time someone played with my dick it took less time for me to get close to cumming. There were some close calls, but somehow the guys would always back off before letting me actually cum. I started begging them to please let me cum, but this just made Alex laugh and call me pathetic, and Jay would give me a smile like "see I knew you would enjoy this" and go back to whatever conversation he was having in the corner of the room.

After one particular close call, the door opened and Ben, the RA for the second floor, came in. I was still thrusting my hips desperately when the room suddenly got quite. Some of the guys looked around, saw Ben standing there looking grim, and cleared out of the room.

"Fuck. I'm never getting to cum now," I thought to myself.

Ben walked over to Alex. "Alex, what the hell is going on here? Why are you having a private party during a dorm event?" He looked over at me. "And what are you doing to this poor kid?"

"He likes it!" Alex put his arm around Ben's shoulders. "Come on man, try it. Rub his dick. If you get precum," he waved a shot glass in front of Ben's face, "you get a shot!"

Ben sighed. "I don't need a..." He turned his head towards me. There I was, tied down, slick and sweaty, impaled on a giant dildo, dick hard, and desperate to cum.

"But if you make him cum," continued Alex carefully, "we tie you up on the bench next!"

"This is crazy!"

For the first time, Alex looked nervous. "Look boss, I'm really sorry, I..."

But Ben was already walking towards me with a strange look on his face. He bent down, picked up the bottle of lube, and poured a little bit on my dick. Then he started stroking me.

He smiled. "Maybe I do want a shot..." He started stroking faster.

Suddenly I realized what he was doing, but everything was out of my control. I exploded, cum landing all over my face. Ben kept pumping, emptying my balls. I struggled against the ropes as he pumped every last drop out of me.

I barely registered it as Jay came over, untied me, and pulled my limp body off the bench (and off the dildo). All the guys in the room were staring, shocked, at Ben the RA. Even Ben looked shocked at himself for what he did.

Finally Alex walked up to Ben. "Come on," he said quietly, and he started to take Ben's clothes off. Soon Ben was naked and tied down to the bench. Ben looked around the room. Alex smirked. "I'm too lazy to clean off the dildo for you tonight, but don't worry, you'll get something else in your ass soon enough." Alex shook his head. "The RA, a fag... Why didn't I see it sooner?"

---

The next day I was having an early lunch by myself in the dining hall. My roommate, who rarely talked to me and as far as I could tell barely seemed to tolerate me, came over to sit with me.

"Hey, where were you last night?" he asked as he put his tray down.

"What?"

"Last night, that room to room at your friend Jay's dorm," he explained. "The big guy," he added, unnecessarily. "Jay invited me, and he said you were friends, so I thought you'd be there, but I didn't see you at all, and I only saw Jay for like a second. Just thought it was weird, he told me you guys hung out a lot."

"Oh, I had to... I had physics homework," I said lamely.

"On a Friday night? You're a funny guy."

I ate my pancakes nervously.

"Well, you missed an awesome party. Turns out Jay's roommate Sean plays my favorite video game!"

I spit out my orange juice.

[echelonlab-blog]

Must Be The Rain

I was busy cleaning up the mess left over from the party when he finally arrived, looking like Santa, with a bag full of gifts slung over his shoulder. I could see the fancy wrapping paper sticking out the top of the toy store bag, and one name came to mind, Connie. No way did he wrap those gifts himself, she did it for him, and even though she was in attendance, she mentioned nothing other than the fact that Shan would be running late. “Knock knock,” he said in that low, gravelly voice of his through the screen door. Jesus, he looked hot and I bit the inside of my cheek so hard that I could taste blood.

“You’re too late Shannon, the party ended an hour ago.” I said bitterly, not bothering to walk over and open the door for him. The party was supposed to take place outside in the backyard, but sadly. the forecast called for rain. We normally don’t get a lot here in sunny California, so it was just my shitty luck it had to happen today of all days.

“I know, I’m sorry, my flight was delayed. I really tried to get here this time Bekka.” He studied my face, trying to see if I believed him or not. “Where is she?”

I glared at him, shifting all of my weight to one foot. “In her bedroom, playing with her new toys.” I was pissed as hell with him for never showing up on time like he promised, but at least he showed up. My father made endless promises to me when I was Ellie’s age and never kept a single one. I was so hurt by his lies, but I blamed my mother for not shielding me better. Thankfully, I didn’t have to worry about that with Shannon. He’d never hurt her like that.

“Can I at least come in and give her these gifts, please?” That sad face and pouty lip still tugged at my heart strings six months later. I wasn’t over him and didn’t think I’d ever be.

I tried like hell, but couldn’t stop my lips from curling upward. “Fine,” I said with as much attitude as I could muster. He opened the door and stepped inside, his boots clicking on the hardwood floor as he laid the bag down next to the couch and proceeded toward me. He leaned in, gripping my arms tightly and planting a kiss on my head as he forced me into one of those strong hugs of his. Just as I started to gather my argumentative words, he let go and sauntered down the hallway to our daughter’s bedroom.

“Daddy! Daddy!” I could hear her excited squeals echoing through the house the second she saw him. She missed him terribly and asked when we were going home pretty much daily.

It crushed my heart and I could sense my eyes beginning to water slightly as I sighed, listening to them playing together. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss him. I simply couldn’t deal with him rarely being around and the temptation that only increased while he was out there on the road. Even though he never actually had sex with anyone else, he had the intention of doing it and backed out at the last minute. I found out after the fact, but the point is, he thought about it. This led to many, many horrible fights. Of course, there was the option to travel with him, stop any chance of it happening again, but that would be too difficult with Ellie. Tour life really wasn’t the place for a rambunctious three year old, and I had to put her first. So, after one too many fights, I packed up and moved into a nice little three bedroom house about fifteen minutes from Shannon.

He made it known that he wasn’t happy with my decision and seemed to be determined to get me to come back to him. He came by often, when he was in town, trying to talk me into coming home. “What did you bring me?” The door burst open and Ellie flew past me, racing over to the overflowing bag. Clearing my throat, I wiped my eyes and continued to pick up the mess in the dining room while watching my daughter go nuts, pulling the first package out of the bag.

“Open them up and find out princess.” He grinned as he came to a halt next to me. Folding his arms, he nudged me with his elbow and nodded over in the direction of our baby girl.

Ellie was already shredding the wrapping paper and I rolled my eyes, noticing that he got her the most expensive toys. “I just cleaned that room up Shannon!”

“Always so negative Bek.” At least he shaved that horrid beard. Last time I saw him it was so out of control and he was much more handsome without it. “I’ll take care of it, okay.” I watched him go sit next to her on the floor, folding his legs in front of him and pulling all of the presents out of the bag. He stacked them up for her to unwrap, handing her a new one each time she finished oohing and aahing over the one in her hand. He then shoved handfuls of the discarded bright pink paper into the empty bag.

Once she was finally done opening his gifts, she asked if they could go outside and play. It hadn’t rained yet, but I could see the gloomy gray clouds building in the sky and knew it wouldn’t be long before it was pouring. Shannon conveniently brought over her new rain coat and matching boots for the little vacation he had planned for next month and oddly enough, that was all she cared about. He asked me two months ago about taking her to Florida for two weeks next month. The coat and boots were merely a precaution, I guess. Apparently September is a rainy month in the south.

My daughter sat on the floor, seemingly mesmerized by the red boots with dark polka dots on them. Ellie slipped off her new shoes and shoved her little feet into the boots. She always was a daddy’s girl and he knew it. As soon as she stood and took a few steps, gazing down at the ladybugs on top of the rubber material, she bolted over to him. “Let’s go outside! Da…ddy.”

I shook my head as she tugged on his jeans. He only laughed, “Okay, okay.” He then squat down and helped her into the jacket, buttoning it up. “Show mommy how cute you look.”

She spun around and smiled at me, but before I could dig my phone out of my pocket and snap a pic, she ran over to the door. “Are you really going outside like that?” I asked, shocked that he was really doing this.

He drew the hood of his jacket over his head. “I suppose so. I’ve got a change of clothes in the car, so I should be good, but I appreciate the concern. If I get sick, are you gonna take care of me? You know, make me stay in bed and feed me some soup?” Raising his eyebrows, he blew me a kiss.

He earned himself another eye roll before exiting the back door with Ellie. I cleared the table, throwing the few remaining party plates with half eaten cake and melted ice cream into the trash. It took me just a few minutes to finish cleaning and move the large plastic bag full of wrapping paper that Shannon left in the middle of the floor, to right outside the front door.

When I was done, I stood in front of the French doors, watching him twirl Ellie around with her screeching in delight. She looked up to the sky, enjoying something she knew I’d never do with her. She had Shannon so wrapped around her little finger that he’d do pretty much anything she asked. When he set her down, she started stomping through the puddles that had already gathered on the pavement. Something as simple as playing in the rain made her light up with happiness, and I was already thinking about going out to join them.

Sadly, just as I was about to put a jacket on, they were coming in. Another missed opportunity. Ellie was pulling Shannon impatiently toward the door. I could hear her saying something about playing with her new doll. I stopped her, asking that she take off the boots and jacket at the door. Shannon already knew the drill and stripped himself of the black hoodie, wringing out the water and hanging it over the back of a chair. His shirt was soaked too, but he darted through the house and out the front door, returning minutes later with a suitcase.

I was busy wiping up the trail of water he left on the floor so that nobody fell and I hadn’t realized that he disappeared. I tossed the damp towel in the laundry basket in the bathroom and pushed my partially closed bedroom door open. There he was, standing there shirtless and holding a clean t-shirt. I looked away really fast, but it was too late, our eyes had already met. It was that look of confidence that made every shade of light and golden amber in his eyes begin to spread darker brown around the edges. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were in here.” I turned to walk out, but he was quick and spun me around.

He dropped the blue fabric and caressed my cheek. The sound of my name rolling off of his lips ignited every fantasy I’d ever had about him all at once. The second his lips touched mine, all of the pain, doubt and angst blurred together with the ache of missing him. The connection between us was still very much alive and then he pressed his lips against mine even harder. His tongue slipped between my lips and the most intoxicating wave shot through me. I missed him so fucking much it made my head spin.

I wondered if he knew how crazy he made me when he pulled back, tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear and staring deep into my eyes. “You miss me as much as I miss you Bek, I can sense it in your kiss. Aren’t you sick of being apart?”

“I do miss you-“ Just as I started to respond, Ellie began calling for him.

“Shit,” he picked up the blue Journey shirt from the floor and slipped it over his head. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back in a few.”

I knew that once he left the room, he wasn’t coming back anytime soon. This conversation would have to wait until another time. I picked up his wet clothes and stared down at his boots and suitcase, inhaling the familiar scent of cologne I’d come to know and love so much. I threw the wet clothes and a few pieces from my laundry basket, into the washing machine.

While he kept Ellie occupied, I was able to do some things I had been putting off and got dinner ready. Shannon kept her busy even when she grew bored of the toys. They sat at the table coloring for a while. I knew Shannon loved my veggie nuggets and I saw his face when I brought the food to the table. “I assume you’re joining us.”

“Can I?” He asked, picking up the crayons and shoving them neatly back into the box.

“That would be nice,” I responded before heading back into the kitchen for some glasses. He complimented me as we enjoyed a meal with Ellie, something we hadn’t done in a while. After having a slice of her cake, he even offered to clean the mess from dinner while I bathed Ellie and got her into some pajamas.

Shannon went back to play with her for a while and I relaxed on the couch. I was stunned that he was staying as long as he had. This was impressive. Most of the time he stopped by, made an appearance and then darted off to go hang with Jared or some friends.

At bedtime, Ellie was insistent that her daddy read her a story and lay with her until she fell asleep tonight instead of me. I finished up the laundry and got cozy on the couch, playing a game on my phone. It was over an hour later when he plopped down next to me, taking the phone from my hands and placing it on the coffee table. Both of his hands gently cupped my face and I was sure he was going to kiss me and then beg to stay, but he didn’t. Instead, he just kissed my nose and slid his arm around my side. Shannon pulled me against his chest. “Listen, I’m sorry I missed the party, it was beyond my control.” When I didn’t respond, he squeezed me tighter. “You don’t believe me?”

“Yes, I believe you. Your mother said that you’d be late and I know she doesn’t lie.” I just couldn’t get my mind off of that kiss and how it made me feel. I mean, it’s not like I left him because I didn’t love him anymore. When you’re in love with someone, feelings don’t just fade away.

“I enjoyed spending time with her. Thanks for letting me hang out for a while.” He got silent and then a few moments later, he made his classic plea. “Bek please come home.”

I sighed, dropping my head against his chest, “Shannon..”

“Okay…. let’s not ruin the night, it’s been so nice. I should probably go.” He released me and stood up. I remained quiet, watching him head into my bedroom for his things. “Walk me out,” he said, reappearing wearing his boots and carrying his suitcase. He didn’t even bother to ask for his missing clothes. In a way, I wasn’t ready for him to go. Part of me wanted, no, needed him to stay, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask.

“Sure.” I was a coward. Silently, I followed him out to his car and allowed him to pull me into a tight hug. Despite the heaviness in my belly, it still fluttered wildly against his body. Being so close to him again soothed me much more than I had expected. I felt the first few drops hitting my face as he released me. “Shit! You’ve got to be kidding me.” It was starting to rain. “Twice in one day!”

“It’s only water Bek. You don’t know what you missed out on earlier. Ellie had a blast.”

Jesus, what was happening to me. He’s the only man that can piss me off and make me want to kiss him at the same time. Lunging forward, I cupped his cheeks and kissed his full lips. The rain made tracks down our faces to where our lips met and I could taste the droplets in the kiss. He slid his hand along my jaw, his fingers stopping behind my ear and tilted my head back, deepening the kiss. I was dying to feel every inch of his skin. The rain had come out of nowhere and made me blink rapidly as I broke the kiss. “Fuck! Look, I don’t want you to go.”

“What?”

Why was it so hard to admit my feelings? “I can’t do this anymore. I miss you and I hate being apart much more than the stupid reasons I left you for. I trust you and I don’t want you to leave.”

The rain hammered down on us as we stood there, kissing passionately under the bright street light. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” He whispered, but I only shrugged in response. “Must be the rain,” he said with a grin.

[feynites]

bc you got me in the mood for soft(er) uthvir, how about ♔ : Finding the other wearing their clothes for sharkbait in the angel au? only if you want to :3

Sometimes being summoned gets a little strange.

Uthvir is no stranger to arriving at the scene of summoning only to find themselves abruptly doused with holy water, or subjected to attacks, or sudden mass prayer. The incident which first brought Thenvunin back into their company had been unique in its format, but there are a fair few people who seem intent upon summoning demons for the purpose of destroying them.

Most of them aren’t really that effective. There is abundant misinformation about what’s actually dangerous to demons, and it serves them pretty well to preserve that image. A time or two Uthvir has pretended to be legitimately harmed, but usually, they get away without any real trouble. Beyond annoyance, at least.

Getting set on fire is a bit more… perilous, than the usual.

Uthvir answers the summons in the late afternoon, only to find themselves appearing underneath a rigged bucket of oil, and then subjected to flames as their invoker hurls a lighter at them.

Demons are more resilient to fire than most things. Especially mortal flames, which don’t really compare to hellfire, or magical infernos. 

The same cannot be said of their clothes.

Uthvir swears, and bats their assailant into the far wall of the warehouse they’ve appeared in. The oil makes putting out the flames trickier than usual, and they’re trying to budget their magic, dammit. The stop-drop-roll is only marginally effective, and by the time they manage to smother the fire, the figure who summoned them has fled, and their clothes are basically ruined. 

They suck in a long breath, and let it out again; debate the merits of chasing after that asshole, and then ultimately just wing their way back to their apartment instead.

Thenvunin is out. Off collecting prayers with his evil minion. Uthvir strips away their tattered clothing, and winces at the burns that have managed to press through to their skin. They heal the worst of them, examining themselves in their bathroom mirror, before they step into the shower and wash away the soot.

Despite their advice to Thenvunin, Uthvir doesn’t actually own all that many sets of mortal clothing. They could summon their armour, but, well. If anyone actually sees them, it would probably be easier to explain being naked. They have more clothes. They’ve just neglected to do laundry, too caught up in their distractions, and confident in their ability to wear their current outfit for several more days before needing to change.

Shortsighted of them.

They dry themselves off, and wrap a towel around their waist; and then consider their options, before heading into their room. They open up the closet, and pull out a pair of Thenvunin’s purple shorts, and the sweatshirt he had insisted on getting because of the tacky printed eagle on the front. It’s thick and warm, at least, even if it hangs off of them and goes almost further down on their body than the shorts do. And the fabric smells faintly of the angel.

Uthvir supposes they should wash some of his clothes, too. They throw a few obviously worn items into the hamper, over top of their own stuff, and don’t bother with shoes before making their way out into the hall, and then down to the building’s laundry room.

To their immense relief, no one else is there.

Uthvir separates whites and colours, loads up the machines, and turns them on. They settle into the chair across from them, and manage to make the atmosphere around the laundry room somewhat indefinable repellent to anyone who might happen past it. Only enough to make them think that maybe they should wash their own clothes another time.

It’s almost a nice break, in fact. By the time they’ve loaded up the dryer, their lingering aches have vanished; and once they head back to the apartment, they are fairly calm and at ease again. Just another day as a demon. Thenvunin’s shorts keep slipping down off of their hips, though, and when they get in through the apartment door, balancing the laundry basket at their waist and swinging it shut behind them, they lose the battle with keeping them up, and feel them drop unceremoniously onto the floor.

With a sigh, Uthvir steps out of them, and snatches them up. They’ve served their purpose, anyway. Once they get everything put away, they can change into their own pants. The sweatshirt slides down their shoulders as they head for the bedroom, and set about restocking the closet.

They’re still putting away Thenvunin’s shirts - when did he get so many? - when they feel the whoosh and shift that denotes a certain angel returning from his business.

Uthvir glances behind themselves, as he appears in the bedroom.

“Hey, babe,” they greet.

There is a moment of uncommon silence. Uthvir slides the last stack of shirts onto the upper shelves of the closet, and finishes hanging up their own, before they turn around.

Thenvunin is staring at them.

He looks like he just found them with their hands down their pants again.

Uthvir raises an eyebrow, and then glances down. The sweatshirt is thick and warm, but it covers less of them when they’re reaching up, and their shoulders aren’t nearly broad enough to keep it from slipping. Thenvunin’s never been one to consider nudity or exposed skin all that scandalous in and of itself - angel, and all - but maybe exposure to the local mortal standards has had him changing his mind? His gaze is angled distinctly downwards on their figure.

“Sorry,” they offer. “I should have asked, but I had a wardrobe malfunction at my last summoning.”

Thenvunin’s head snaps up, and his brows furrow.

“What?” he asks, a little sharply.

They blink. Surprised again.

“A wardrobe malfunction? My clothes got destroyed,” they explain. “And the rest were dirty. So I borrowed some of yours while I cleaned them.”

“How did your clothes get destroyed?” Thenvunin demands, hotly, marching up to them. Uthvir takes a step back, and he halts. They give him a careful once-over, but he’s not making a move to challenge them to some kind of sexy fight. Though his aura is flaring a little excessively.

“They got lit on fire,” Uthvir explains. “The summoner was a righteous type. Tried to burn me.”

Thenvunin’s frown deepens.

“Demons are not very susceptible to fire,” he notes.

“I’ll be sure and tell the asshole that myself, if they summon me again,” Uthvir replies, amused. “But he got my clothes, anyway.”

The angel looks back up at their face, and then lets out a long breath. And then he looks back down at them, again, and his cheeks go just a little bit pink. More familiar territory, Uthvir thinks. They suppose he just got worked up because he ‘missed’ another summoning. Considering his very ardent and pointed quest to thwart them, and all.

They move a little closer, letting a little slink into their step.

“You’re staring,” they inform him.

Thenvunin swallows. And then straightens.

“I have just never seen you wear nice clothes before,” he asserts.

Uthvir snorts.

Oh, this angel. What a weird one he is. In his light blue sundress with silver stars printed on the skirt, and a scarf that could smother a full-grown elephant. They move a hand to his waist, and still, a moment, when his arms fold tentatively around them in turn. His straight posture giving way, and leaning in towards them, instead.

“You should wear my clothes more often,” he suggests, voice going perilously soft.

“I’ll take it under consideration,” they allow, and lean up to kiss him.

[dianehoffmaster]

The other day I saw a meme on Facebook that said there are only 50 days until spring.  With the arrival of the warmer weather, I wanted to share some tips for spring cleaning your home with a smaller carbon footprint. While I cannot imagine that housework will ever be FUN, there are ways to make it easier, quicker, and healthier for our planet. Clutter in our homes can effect our health (like dust collection!) and stress levels and the cleaners we use can have a huge impact on our planet. So, how do we declutter, de-stress, and green up our living spaces? Here are 10 simple solutions to get you started on your journey!  A cleaner, greener home can be good for US and good for the planet!  I will include affiliate links to a few products that may help you declutter your house.

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10 Tips for Spring Cleaning Your Home

Declutter the house:

Look around you…do you need all that stuff? Take it slowly but go through each room and get rid of the clutter. Recycle the paper products (old phone books, junk mail, etc), donate the clothes and toys to children’s shelters or goodwill, check out Freecycle and find a new home for the things you no longer need. Just because you want it out of YOUR house, doesn’t mean somebody else can’t use it! You can’t clean your home unless you declutter it first!  Check out a few books on Amazon to learn how to declutter the house.

Start a Cleaning Routine

Now that you have uncluttered, you can start cleaning. Develop a routine…mine is morning laundry, empty dishwasher, make the beds, fix the lunches. Get up, get dressed, get moving and get those chores started. You will feel better about yourself because you have been productive and your housework will get done because it will become a habit. When you throw in your laundry, make sure it is a full load and wash on cold with an eco friendly detergent!

Natural Room Deodorizing

I think my mood is lifted and I am more energized when my house smells good! When you have your next orange, save the peel. Put it in a pot of water on the stove with some whole cloves and a snip of a vanilla bean. Put it on low and let simmer. You could also buy a soy candle and burn that. Don’t forget to recycle the jar when it is gone.

Green Cleaning Products

Choose your cleaning products carefully. Being eco friendly is important to me not only because it is better for our planet but it is also safer for my kids. Read the labels and pick a company that you know cares about the ingredients they use in their cleaners. Vinegar water make a great wood floor cleaner. Just dilute 1 to 4 in water and add a drop or two of eco friendly dish liquid. Mop the floors…no need to rinse!

Stock Up

Since green cleaning can be a bit more expensive, look for coupons and stock up on things when they are on sale. That way, you will never run out and you cannot use that as an excuse to not clean the toilets! Keep one of every item you need in a bucket along with sponges, toilet scrubbers, paper towels, etc. Tote the bucket from room to room when you are cleaning. When something is empty, recycle the bottle and grab and new one to restock.

Green Pantry Products

One of my favorite tips for spring cleaning your home is to look to your pantry for some of your cleaning supplies. Cleaning the microwave is easy…add 1/3 cup of lemon juice to 2/3 cup of water. Put that in the microwave for 4 minutes. The steam will loosen the dried bits on the inside of your microwave and they can be wiped off. Then, immediately sprinkle baking soda in your drain and pour the lemon juice/water mixture down the drain. Now, you have a clean and fresh smelling drain as well!

Enlist the help of others

There is no reason you have to do ALL the work! Most likely, YOU did not make all the mess! I like the 2-hour weekend power cleaning method. Give everyone chores (assign children to different rooms so there is no goofing off!) and get moving…sheets, bathrooms, dusting, window cleaning, etc. Now that you are using green cleaners, you don’t have to worry so much about your kids handling them! Use old rags to dust and not paper towels for less trash production.

Clean Your Sink

Never go to bed with a dirty sink! Have a before bed routine. Pick up toys, straighten couch pillows, wash stray dishes, set out backpacks for school age kids, wipe down bathroom counters and mirrors if they are covered in leftover toothpaste. Major cleaning can last the whole week if you keep things tidy and swish and swipe bathrooms and kitchen counters regularly. Vinegar water is great for cleaning mirrors and sinks! Just put it in a spray bottle and keep it within reach! They will sparkle!

Daily Cleaning

One of the best tips for spring cleaning your home is to not let things pile up! I have a tendency to stack paid invoice in piles to be filed…I should just file them right away and have it done! Have a two story house? Put a basket at the bottom of the steps and toss things in that need to go upstairs. Next time you go, grab the basket! Put it away while you’re up there…no need for multiple trips!

Make a list every night

Lists are great…write down things that need doing (clean out the fridge lately?) and supplies that need to be purchased (did you just use your last roll of recycled paper towels?) You will sleep better knowing you are prepared for tomorrow and you will have a list of necessary items to purchase so you can make ONE trip to the store instead of 3. Less driving means more time at home and less pollution in the air!

I hope these tips for spring cleaning your home help you be more productive with your efforts. Don’t forget, we are all human. We have bad days and good days and hopefully those balance each other out in the grand scheme of things. If you have a sick child, put the housework off for a day and don’t stress over it. One day won’t matter! But, if you stay organized, uncluttered, and stock up on eco-friendly cleaning supplies you will never have to worry about a messy home again! At least until your kids have their next play date!

  Have any other tips for spring cleaning your home?

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[dianehoffmaster]

The other day I saw a meme on Facebook that said there are only 50 days until spring.  With the arrival of the warmer weather, I wanted to share some tips for spring cleaning your home with a smaller carbon footprint. While I cannot imagine that housework will ever be FUN, there are ways to make it easier, quicker, and healthier for our planet. Clutter in our homes can effect our health (like dust collection!) and stress levels and the cleaners we use can have a huge impact on our planet. So, how do we declutter, de-stress, and green up our living spaces? Here are 10 simple solutions to get you started on your journey!  A cleaner, greener home can be good for US and good for the planet!  I will include affiliate links to a few products that may help you declutter your house.

Base Image Provided by Morguefile

10 Tips for Spring Cleaning Your Home

Declutter the house:

Look around you…do you need all that stuff? Take it slowly but go through each room and get rid of the clutter. Recycle the paper products (old phone books, junk mail, etc), donate the clothes and toys to children’s shelters or goodwill, check out Freecycle and find a new home for the things you no longer need. Just because you want it out of YOUR house, doesn’t mean somebody else can’t use it! You can’t clean your home unless you declutter it first!  Check out a few books on Amazon to learn how to declutter the house.

Start a Cleaning Routine

Now that you have uncluttered, you can start cleaning. Develop a routine…mine is morning laundry, empty dishwasher, make the beds, fix the lunches. Get up, get dressed, get moving and get those chores started. You will feel better about yourself because you have been productive and your housework will get done because it will become a habit. When you throw in your laundry, make sure it is a full load and wash on cold with an eco friendly detergent!

Natural Room Deodorizing

I think my mood is lifted and I am more energized when my house smells good! When you have your next orange, save the peel. Put it in a pot of water on the stove with some whole cloves and a snip of a vanilla bean. Put it on low and let simmer. You could also buy a soy candle and burn that. Don’t forget to recycle the jar when it is gone.

Green Cleaning Products

Choose your cleaning products carefully. Being eco friendly is important to me not only because it is better for our planet but it is also safer for my kids. Read the labels and pick a company that you know cares about the ingredients they use in their cleaners. Vinegar water make a great wood floor cleaner. Just dilute 1 to 4 in water and add a drop or two of eco friendly dish liquid. Mop the floors…no need to rinse!

Stock Up

Since green cleaning can be a bit more expensive, look for coupons and stock up on things when they are on sale. That way, you will never run out and you cannot use that as an excuse to not clean the toilets! Keep one of every item you need in a bucket along with sponges, toilet scrubbers, paper towels, etc. Tote the bucket from room to room when you are cleaning. When something is empty, recycle the bottle and grab and new one to restock.

Green Pantry Products

One of my favorite tips for spring cleaning your home is to look to your pantry for some of your cleaning supplies. Cleaning the microwave is easy…add 1/3 cup of lemon juice to 2/3 cup of water. Put that in the microwave for 4 minutes. The steam will loosen the dried bits on the inside of your microwave and they can be wiped off. Then, immediately sprinkle baking soda in your drain and pour the lemon juice/water mixture down the drain. Now, you have a clean and fresh smelling drain as well!

Enlist the help of others

There is no reason you have to do ALL the work! Most likely, YOU did not make all the mess! I like the 2-hour weekend power cleaning method. Give everyone chores (assign children to different rooms so there is no goofing off!) and get moving…sheets, bathrooms, dusting, window cleaning, etc. Now that you are using green cleaners, you don’t have to worry so much about your kids handling them! Use old rags to dust and not paper towels for less trash production.

Clean Your Sink

Never go to bed with a dirty sink! Have a before bed routine. Pick up toys, straighten couch pillows, wash stray dishes, set out backpacks for school age kids, wipe down bathroom counters and mirrors if they are covered in leftover toothpaste. Major cleaning can last the whole week if you keep things tidy and swish and swipe bathrooms and kitchen counters regularly. Vinegar water is great for cleaning mirrors and sinks! Just put it in a spray bottle and keep it within reach! They will sparkle!

Daily Cleaning

One of the best tips for spring cleaning your home is to not let things pile up! I have a tendency to stack paid invoice in piles to be filed…I should just file them right away and have it done! Have a two story house? Put a basket at the bottom of the steps and toss things in that need to go upstairs. Next time you go, grab the basket! Put it away while you’re up there…no need for multiple trips!

Make a list every night

Lists are great…write down things that need doing (clean out the fridge lately?) and supplies that need to be purchased (did you just use your last roll of recycled paper towels?) You will sleep better knowing you are prepared for tomorrow and you will have a list of necessary items to purchase so you can make ONE trip to the store instead of 3. Less driving means more time at home and less pollution in the air!

I hope these tips for spring cleaning your home help you be more productive with your efforts. Don’t forget, we are all human. We have bad days and good days and hopefully those balance each other out in the grand scheme of things. If you have a sick child, put the housework off for a day and don’t stress over it. One day won’t matter! But, if you stay organized, uncluttered, and stock up on eco-friendly cleaning supplies you will never have to worry about a messy home again! At least until your kids have their next play date!

  Have any other tips for spring cleaning your home?

  Like this post?  Try one of these!

Learn how to recycle stuffed animals

  How to Recycle Household Items

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