Laundry Woes Regular Show Novels & Stories

“Regardless of whether I’ve seen it already, wear a shirt. You’re living with someone now. A woman at that. I’m not comfortable seeing you…like that. So, stop it.” He rolls his eyes, “You do realize that wearing clothes at home would mean that I would need more laundry done. Laundry is expensive.” “Have you not seen my stockpile?” I point out. “I have tons of laundry detergent. Let me do your laundry, just wear a damn shirt as long as I’m here.” He beamed at me, grabbing his phone to probably start calculating expenses on laundry. Biting the inside of my cheek, I walk towards him and look down on his phone. Snickering, I place my palms on the counter and point at his phone. “You got this wro

Let’s say the clothes got a bit smaller than usual. Now, I have nothing to do. There are no dishes to clean, everything is spotless, and Wendy seems busy. I check the clock above the T.V, 9:09. An hour left, 60 minutes left, something seconds left. I thought doing the laundry would take more time. I already changed and regret it. I could’ve waited a bit before putting them on. They’re a bit hot from the dryer. Now I'm sweaty, look what you caused now Lucas.

Missy stopped by briefly to check up on me and we discussed the schedule for the next day and that was it. I hurriedly rushed to the bathroom to shower quickly, I had missed my alarms and I was already late for work. The house was dead silent, I had no idea if Dante came back home the previous night or if he left to work early. I got ready and headed for the office. I had to make a quick stop at the laundroMat to get help taking off a stain from the shirt I wore the previous day. I spilled some Pasta sauce over it accidentally and even with my attempts to wash it off, it didn't budge. I dropped the shirt off with the Laundromat staff. Walking back to my car, the sound of loud car horns blaze

At that point I knew I had to remind them I was here. “Hi guys I’m still here” I waved my hands. They laughed and we continued our washing. Suddenly a maid came into the laundry room. “Joan I don’t think it’s a nice idea to wash the Alpha’s clothes in the same room as us” he scowled and went to take a seat.

Flora loaded the first batch of dirty laundry onto the washing machine. The laundry area was filled with the alternating hum of the machine and the slopping water. She went to the next laundry basket and resumed segregating the clothes systematically. She remembered Maya’s instructions not to get the clothes mixed up and decided to just load the clothes per basket. It was tedious and would occupy more of her time, but she could not let the same mistake happen again. She wondered who would be in charge of the housekeeping since Maya had gone and guessed that Pablo would probably get someone from Cardena to replace her.

he asked, clearly confused by the situation. "Nothing, don't worry about it," I reassured him, flashing him a quick smile. *** Seated in the middle of the bathtub, filled to the top with dirty clothes, I struggled to wash a black pair of panties that disgusted me to my core. I had no idea how to properly wash someone else's laundry, let alone their undergarments, but I wasn't going to let the stupid bitch who claimed to be the future Luna of this pack boss me around. As I continued my futile attempts, I felt a chill rush across my skin, my palms growing white from the constant scrubbing. But I couldn't stop, not until this task was complete.

A Russian Boy named John, an employee of Jake, as Jake was the boss, said "Yeah, dude! You need money to do laundry!" Jake's dad was murdered in a Dungeon by Guards. Sarah's mom used to own this laundromat, but she couldn't keep it up & gave it to Jake & decided to be an employee instead of a boss. Sarah's mom's death took a hard toll on her. Sarah says "How are you, sir?" Sarah's mom died at her secondary job, she used to work at a well drawing out water. Flashback... In the "Water Fashion" Store, behind a booth, hidden from the public's eye...

Sandra put down the bowl, took Shea's hand, and asked, "Is Wesley still sleeping?" Shea shook her head and said shyly, "He's helping me do the laundry." "But we have a washing machine?" Sandra was puzzled. Shea blushed even more. "It's…underwear, Aunt Sandra. He said that hand washing is better."

Now he had this girl in his house and he knew his life would only get more chaotic with her in it. The days sped by with Jesse caring for Marley. She surprised him by cleaning the kitchen at night after he had cooked. She wasn’t completely spoiled. He had taken her to her house where she’d packed two suitcases and brought her back to his house. He came home one afternoon and found Marley in the laundry room crying. “What’s wrong?” Jesse was on his knees next to her. “I ruined the laundry.” Jesse’s heart calmed down and he started to laugh, looking at his now pink t-shirt and her red underwear. He had immediately thought the worst. “I can’t believe you don’t know how to do laundry. Whites are

That is, until I went to his room to gather the dirty clothes from the night before. Even in dark colors, the bloodstains were glaringly obvious. The soft, smooth fabric felt incredibly luxurious, which made me nervous about cleaning it. “If this were a regular t-shirt, I’d just toss it out and be done,” I sighed, feeling the weight of the task ahead. I carried everything down the corridors to the laundry room, where two maids seemed to be just killing time. They were talking loudly, laughing, and making comments until I felt them approach. I tried to ignore them. I already had enough problems—I didn’t want to be treated like the scum among the house staff. That would only make my life there