Things I learned you’ll actually need for your dorm after one year of college that you probably won’t see on pinterest
So, I recently finished my first year at college (which was definitely an adventure, and probably one of the best years of my life so far) and I’ve made a few mistakes, but none that couldn’t be fixed. For example, I really didn’t do adequate research as to what I’ll actually need for my dorm room because I was too busy fantasizing how I was gonna diy decorate my dorm room into a pinterest masterpiece. Anyway, I quickly learned my lesson.
Basically, your dorm room isn’t just for display. You live there. It’s gonna get messy, it’s gonna have to store a lot of stuff, and you’re not always going to have time to keep it in pristine condition because life gets crazy. But you can deal with it, I promise, and for all the new freshman prepping for their first dorm experience, I want to give some advice on how you can be prepared for what college life actually hits you with.
Alright, so I actually ended up being in a triple (so I had two roommates) which meant I had even less space than the average broom-closet sized dorm room and I had two people I had to get along with. Thankfully, we all ended up being really close and very considerate of each other, and I am incredibly grateful for it. We learned our lessons together, and this is the list of stuff we came up with:
1. Vacuum: Get a real vacuum, maybe a cheap one (not like a crazy dyson), but a real one. Not just a handheld one (like we had) because it won’t be enough. Girls shed hair. A lot. (especially three long haired girls like us) People might accidentally spill a bag of powdered sugar on your rug, or you might rip open a bag of cereal a little too vigorously, or, more seriously, you might break something like glass and you don’t want anyone cutting open their foot on a shard.
2. Swiffer: If your floor was linoleum like ours (that’s why we needed a rug, which I’ll mention later), then it will get dusty and dirty. Having a swiffer is just nice to have because once you vacuum your rug clean, you don’t want the dirt on the linoleum getting on the rug. Plus, it’s gonna a rain and there’s gonna be mud. It’s gross.
3. Brita filter: So my dorm was actually the absolute best freshman dorm not just because the people were amazing, but because we had sinks. IN OUR ROOMS. It is just so CONVENIENT. Anyway, I am fully aware that not everyone is as lucky as us and the only sinks will be in the bathroom. A Brita filter pitcher is nice to keep in your fridge because you can have fresh clean in your room at any given moment.
4. Trash can: We had three in our room for each person but they kinda ended up being shared based on location in the room, but yeah. You need somewhere to throw away stuff.
5. Plastic bags or just garbage bags: And not only do you need a place to throw away stuff, you need plastic bags or garbage bags for clean disposal. And trash piles up real fast in your tiny room, so you’ll need to replenish these bags very often. I learned from my mom that you always have a place to store your plastic bags, and so we had a designated plastic bag drawer where we kept all the bags from our local campus convenience store, or the drug store, or wherever. Trust me, it’s saved lives. (as in, barf bags)
6. Command hooks: So we had to bunk two beds and loft another to have enough room and it’s kind of a pain in the ass to constantly climb down to throw something out so we had a trash bag hanging from a command hook on my roommate’s lofted bed and yeah. That bag has saved lives. (same situation as above) Plus, you can hang hats, bags, towels, little caddies for your toothbrush off of these hooks and it’s just so nice because you don’t lose things.
7. Clorox wipes: Again, stuff gets gross, and you’ll unfortunately need to clean things (ie your mom doesn’t clean everything for you anymore). Have two packs stored because you never know.
8. Dish soap: Real dishes need to be washed well, or else you’ll get sick.
9. Sponges: For the dish soap. And the dishes.
10. Windex: For our mirror, which we wrote on with washable marker, and I killed ants with it too.
11. Storage for food: Something airtight so bugs can’t get to it, like a trunk. We also had mice sometimes go into our vents. And then into people’s rooms. They’re looking for a warm place to hide, and food. Don’t leave food out is the lesson. But also have food in your room! Our room was well known to always have food and its really nice when you’re staying up late and everything is closed.
12. Tissues: Freshman plague is so real. You will most certainly get it, and probably several times too.
13. Vitamins and medicine: Your immune system is gonna get a work out in college. Help it out with some vitamin C tablets. Have some tylenol or advil for headaches and aches and pains. And side note, if you’re really sick, just go to the health center, you don’t have to suffer through it.
14. Slippers: Get a comfy, cheap pair (because sometimes dorm hallways are gross, especially on the weekends) that you can wear all around your building and still be comfy.
15. Power strip: So much stuff needs to be plugged in and you definitely won’t have enough outlets between you and your roommate(s).
16. Printer: Okay, this seems a little unreasonable, but we were lucky because my one roommate had a spare one at home (how though??) and I have frequently said it is my favorite thing in our room. It has come in clutch so many times. But if you have a campus printer near you, or if its too expensive, it’s fine not to have one. But if you do get one, I would recommend getting one that is NOT wireless. University wifi doesn’t like you using other wifi (ie it won’t work). Get a printer that has a cable.
17. Plastic plates and forks: We have real dishes and silverware too, but plastic stuff is just easier clean up.
18. Rug: I almost forgot about this one.The floor gets cold and a rug also makes a room feel homier. You and your friends are gonna sit there and bond all that fun stuff, and someone might even sleepover on it (if they have a sleeping bag).
19. Chairs: So we actually didn’t have any other chairs other than the ones that university gave us for our desks and those are okay and everything, but some of our friends had these amazing, foldable, springy chairs that were so comfortable and also a lot of fun, and I am definitely getting one for my room next year.
Other things you might need but might forget (maybe?):
Make up wipes
Of course, this is not an exhaustive list, you’ll definitely need other things (like a fridge, microwave, sheets, pillows, decorations, etc), or see that you really don’t need some of the things I’ve mentioned. Honestly, do what you feel is best and good luck! I loved my first year at college! Like basically everyone, I had some trouble adjusting at first. I felt pretty lonely in the beginning too, but once you start going, things start to fall into place. I met some great people, had some great classes, and honestly, I’m going to miss my first year–even with all the excitement of being an upperclassman next semester.
I hope this helped and that you have just as great of an experience in your first year as I did–actually, even better!
Meeting room nine was our room. It was identical to all of the other meeting rooms in every single way, yes, but it was our favorite. Every day at around 11:25 I’d walk past Violet’s cubicle with a quick, “9 at 12?” and she’d inattentively nod and go back to typing or stapling, and I’d continue my brisk walk back to my work station. Why I felt the need to confirm our usual habit was anyone’s guess, my insecurities would be on the top of that guess list though.
Of course it wasn’t just Violet and I. Ryan and Jennifer were there, too. I didn’t like them as much as Violet. Regardless, it was us four in room 9 at 12 noon everyday for lunch for the past four months. That was how it was, at least, until March 29th.
On March 29th, at 11:57 I sat in room nine with my lunch bag already open, its contents meticulously placed in front of me, my $1.50 bottled mountain dew to my right, my napkin to my left, and my sandwich and bag of pretzels in between. I was usually the first. In fact, I tried to be, so I could get in a little extra conversation with the second and third people to enter the room.
Ryan was first. “Hey, Ryan,” I said.
“Hey, man.” Ryan said.
I hated how he didn’t say my name. He knew my name. I gave him my expense reports all the time and my name was on each of those in three different places. He definitely knew my name, but he never said it. When I was in high school, one of my teachers told us that people really appreciate it when you use their name in conversations, and I remember thinking ‘Yes I do like that,’ so it bothered me greatly when Ryan didn’t say my name.
I was waiting to pick up my sandwich until the other two arrived. It was polite. In contrast, Ryan plopped down his white syrofoam box of Chinese and began chowing away. He used chopsticks and I hated him for it. The bag from the Chinese place came with little plastic white forks and knives. He was a show-off and always had been. He only ate with us because he was in Jennifer’s department and they knew each other well. If it was up to me, he wouldn’t be there.
The entry of Jennifer was a refreshing event. “Hey Jennifer,” I said.
Jennifer smiled and said hi to me. She used my name. Jennifer had a packed lunch, like me, and a really cute laugh. It was tough to make her laugh, so I tried to prepare a good joke or at least something humorous to say for when I was with her. We engaged in some light conversation.
It was 12:04 according to the very plain clock above the door, and I was worried Violet wouldn’t show. I was running out of conversation with Jennifer and didn’t want Ryan to steal the floor from me.
I had been preparing this line for a couple days, having thought of it a couple days ago. So, over the past couple days I had been refining it and practicing it, and I decided that it was the time to use it. I had prepared this thing for two days, keep in mind.
“You guys ever notice how there’s never any markers on the dry-erase board in here? How would you even use that thing if you wanted to?” I said, as best as I could, in a way that a comedian would say it.
My eyes darted to Jennifer’s face. After gazing over at the board, her face turned towards mine and she laughed! I was really happy about that. Ryan laughed too but I didn’t care.
“Where’s Violet?” I said, transitioning, trying to keep up the flow of conversation in the room. It was 12:05 now.
“Did you remind her?” Jennifer asked me.
Just then Violet walked into the room with her purple hair on her head (she had purple hair). Her name was Violet and she had purple hair. Probably not a coincidence.
“Sorry everyone, I had to print off copies for my meeting later.”
“That’s okay. No problem,” I said, speaking for everyone in the room.
“So… what did I miss?” she said, slapping her bag of McDonalds down on the table. I could only assume there was breakfast food in there. McDonalds didn’t start serving lunch food until lunch time, and I doubted she had time to make a run there during work hours. Still, though, she could have done it. Or it could have been day old lunch food.
“He tried to make a joke about how there’s never any markers by the dry-erase board,” responded Ryan before I had a chance to speak.
“What do you mean tried,” I said, my eyebrows scrunching up in an emotion in between annoyance and anger. “Both you and Jennifer laughed.”
Ryan chuckled, “We were laughing at you, man. You talk about the dumbest stuff.”
Jennifer laughed. But now I hated her laugh. Violet had a blank expression, like she probably agreed with him but cared enough about my feelings not to join in. I couldn’t handle this. I quickly packed up my lunch, and in my hurry accidentally dropped my opened but untouched bag of pretzels onto the carpet. I left them there, like I was a common litterer, and ran out of the room. I didn’t cry, but I really wanted to. After asking my boss for permission, I went home early and watched TV until dinner time, but I felt too sick to eat anything.
The worst part about the whole thing–the thing that still bugs me to this day–is I never found out if Violet’s McDonalds was lunch or breakfast food. When I finally mustered up the courage to ask her about it six days later, she claimed she had no idea what I was talking about at all.
au where all the marauders and lily live together and it’s just a Mess
their cutlery is a mixture of plastic knives and forks built in bulk from the local supermarket and fancy, silver, engraved knives and forks sirius steals from pureblood events mr&mrs potter ask him and james to go to with them
every windowsill is dedicated to remus’ plants and lily is allergic to one of them but they can’t figure out which so james threatens to drown all the plants bc they’re making lily sneeze and remus throws a watering can at him
no one can remember who owns what so peter is always wearing james’ shoes or lily is always wearing sirius’ jeans or remus is always wearing sirius’ shirt (lily complains on a regular basis that she never gets to steal james’ shirt to sleep in bc it always ends up being someone elses)
james has to transfigure the shelf in the bathroom so that it’s big enough to hold all of sirius’ different soaps and conditioners
there’s always a cauldron with a different bubbling potion in it each week in the kitchen and one time peter’s v drunk and he thinks it’s soup and he drinks it and he grows an extra leg and lily has to take him to st mungo’s
the only chair they’ve never had to cast a reparo charm on is the comfy armchair with extra pillows which lily put a permanent heating spell on and it’s Remus’ Chair.
bobby pins. are. everywhere. lily is always buying new packs and then sirius is “borrowing them” and never returning them and somehow there are bobby pins in remus’ plants, in their shoes, in between james pile of textbooks he says are for “pleasure reading”, in the sugar pot, under pillows, over doorframes, in the cat’s fur
peter and lily begin feeding a stray cat that shows up all the time and lily says she wants to keep it so ofc james wants to keep it and then it’s 4 against 1 bc remus likes the fact sirius leaves the room every time the cat begins to purr
0 boundaries. there are three bedrooms and no one knows whose is whose so they all end up sharing sometimes
every time someone changes the radio station so it’s anything but his favourite quidditch one, james sulks for hours
remus framed all of their posters in attempt to make them seem like adults so then sirius makes him a “#1 adult” badge which he casts a permanently sticking charm on and sirius puts it on remus’ favourite jumper
after several official letters of complaint signed moony, wormtail & padfoot are delivered to their door, lily and james buy all three of them earmuffs so that way it’s their own fault if they hear anything they don’t want to
lily charms all the mirrors to tell sirius he has something on his face whenever he looks in it
all the rooms are only half decorated bc they got lazy after moving in
all of them are scared of spiders. except for peter, who walks in smugly with mug and coaster after he hears screams from a room
→ Fluffy, a little angsty, smutty, friends-to-lovers vampire AU
→ Warnings: Brief mentions of blood and rape. Smut.
Word count: 4,9K
Legend has it that there were six original families of vampires, whom all now living vampires originate from; the family of Kim is the most common kind with a normal thirst for blood. The family of Byun who exclusively drinks animal blood. The family of Zhang, who’s thirst for blood is humongous and almost unquenchable. The family of Do, a family who very rarely needs to feed. The family of Park is a kind that doesn’t limit their diet to only blood, but very often eats the organs and skin of the human they’re draining as well.
And so far, the mentioned families only have one difference: the diet. But the last family, the small family of Hūn Náo, is described as passionate, turbulent, restless and violent when their thirst is awakened. Hūn Náos have stronger senses and reflexes than the other kinds and their diet is limited to “bad blood”: the blood of extreme sinners. Because of their nature when exposed to the scent of the rare bad blood, the Hūn Náos became a feared kind, and further on, the kind turned shy and held back to avoid keeping the negative label.
As a Hūn Náo, you always used to turn heads with your strong and sassy personality, and maybe it was exactly that which attracted Byun Baekhyun to you?
It was odd, you and everyone knew it - no, forget that; everyone would have thought so if they knew.
Yet, somehow it had come to be. Your relationship with Baekhyun, that is.
One day, as you were walking down the hallway of the school building, your whole body itching to return to your dorm, rip off your bra and exchange the short checkered skirt for a pair of nice, comfortable sweats pants, when a shoulder lightly bumped into yours. The owner of the shoulder was no passerby, rather, he was walking right beside you. Your schedule let you leave school earlier every Wednesday when most of the other student still had one class left, and because of that the hallway was not crowded at all, but somehow this boy still chose to walk so closely with you.
So, you had looked over at him and scoffed. “Come closer.” Earning a surprised laugh from the boy, which at a closer, a more focused look was beautiful. He had dark, hooded eyes, a small pout and light brunette, tussled locks that gracefully fell over his cold forehead in a way you couldn’t quite describe. And then, he had had this rectangular grin to add onto his dazzling features.
A sniff of the air had surprised you, your stronger senses revealing the identity of his wonderful boy who found your sarcastic tone funny - a Byun. Along with the discovery came a clump in your stomach, and you swallowed, preparing to tell this Byun that you were a Hūn Náo and therefore probably not the best vampire to associate with. But just as you opened your mouth to tell him, your body tensing at the disgusted look you were sure you’d receive, the Byun had stuck his hand out into the air in front of you.
“I’m Byun Baekhyun, and you?”
You had reluctantly taken his hand, your mouth open wide as you told him your name, quickly and awkwardly followed by;
“I’m a Hūn Náo, Baekhyun, you may not want to speak to me.”
So basically, our percussion section is pretty big and usually half of us dont play on a song so we just sit in the Drum Room (basically a storage room for the drums/misc percussion stuff) and here’s a few things that has happened while we were chilling:
-A senior brought in balloons you use to make balloon animals and we spent the entire period making dicks and dogs
-Somebody brought/cooked popcorn and used the microwave another kid brought a few years back
-We turned off all the lights and talked about our feelings
-A kid (not even in percussion) scaled the walls and ate hummus and crackers during the feelings jam
-Theres a ton of plastic forks in the room for some reason???? Idk why but we made shit with them
-Two kids got stuck in the walls through a storage closet
ron and hermione~ silly hats.random road-trips.freedom. singing along to your favorite song when it comes on the radio. warm tea in cups clasped in mittens. scarves. sheer curtains. big, shaggy dogs. perfectly wrapped presents with bows. holiday wreaths. saving the box from fancy chocolates your s/o got you. pressed roses in shakespearean plays. pumpkins. laughing so hard your stomach hurts. fallen leaves that haven’t turned brown yet. what home feels like.
dean and seamus~ warm crackling fires. when you’re so happy you feel like you’re going to explode. fireworks. charcoal. sketchbooks with rough paper. bruises on fists from fights and necks from nights with no sleep. that moment when you finally get what you’ve waited for and wanted forever. strawberries. inside jokes. being a shoulder to cry on, and having one when you need it. cheering on your favorite team.
low, intimate chuckles.
anticipating something so much that you’re worried you’ll be let down, but then it’s even better than you thought it would be.
ginny and luna~ meadows. flowers in your hair. that bubbly feeling that fills you up when you can’t stop laughing. dancing in the rain with no shoes on. sunlight after the rain clears. skirts. orange cats playing with string. spinning in a new sun-dress. babbling brooks. patterned designs. exploring in the woods. sunlight streaming through treetops, making the ground look speckled. crying without knowing quite why. scrapbooks. the feeling right before the fall.
ginny and hermione~ notepads. black notebooks and matching fountain pens. the smell of fresh broomstick wood. sweaters. holding hands and watching the red-orange sunset. the smell of freshly-mown grass. when a prank fails but you had fun with it anyways. movie ticket stubs. old books with yellowing paper, books that have stories of their own that have nothing to do with the words on the pages and that get thicker each time you read them. a new day after a bad week.
lavender and parvati~secrets. giggling. knowing something no one else does. old clocks and pocketwatches. constellations that you see reflected in your best friend’s eyes as you star-gaze. chapped lips. cinnamon. honey in your tea. glitter and sparkles. hour-glasses. when you apply eyeliner just a little crookedly. diaries with locks, the keys to which have been lost. origami fortune-tellers. freshly-sharpened pencils. gems on manicured nails. those nights when you feel limitless.
harry and ginny~ going to a candy shop for the first time. ordering a scotch and downing it in one. bouncy balls. driving in a convertible with the top down and your hair flying out behind you. game nights with your friends, posting silly photos and videos of all your antics the day after and smiling to yourself. the exhilaration of a long-sought victory. sun bringing out natural highlights in your hair. ripped jeans. the rush right before a first kiss.
luna and cho~ blue flowers. blank sheet music with treble clefs. ravens. sunflowers. hairs standing up on your arms and the back of your neck. flowers kept in necklaces. soft drizzles. lying in the grass, naming shapes you see in the clouds. that feeling you get after cleaning your room. duct tape dresses. ribbons. making the heart shape with your hands. tree houses. communicating through a string with a cup at either end. collecting coins. fully-stamped passports. finding a way to be okay after everything.
neville and luna~sun-showers. stained-glass windows with the light streaming through at just the right time of day. warm milk before bed. botanical gardens at night. the smell of pure vanilla extract. random compliments to strangers. giving your friends hand-made cards and home-made gifts that are actually good. daisies. holding hands on swings. polka-dots. the giddiness of first love.
james and lily~whiskey that burns your throat. feathers. all-nighters, working down to the wire, with only coffee keeping you going. a windswept look. binge-watching a whole season in one night. getting sunburn at the beach. classic rock. strings of mini-lanterns. snow dulling rainbow christmas lights. leather jackets. winning a teddy bear at a theme park. dusty boxes holding mysteries. going to a midnight opening of the first film of your favorite book series.
remus and sirius~adventures. black licorice. long, complicated words you only learned the meanings of so as to impress people at parties. firecrackers. the feeling you get when your friend tells a bad joke and you laugh at how bad it is. quills. gas-lights, new orleans style, with stands and everything. plaid. the smell of oak. oxford commas. that moment when you realize it’s all about to go to shit anyways so you stop caring and just laugh.
bill and fleur~seashells. butterflies. windchimes. swans. a sense of belonging. cobblestones. piano. light illuminating dust dancing by the window. getting paint on your clothes. shiny golden plates. plastic forks. mugs from every place you’ve been. a lot of mugs. chestnut. laughing at yourself. love songs at three in the morning. jumping in puddles. when it’s not perfect, and it doesn’t need to be in order for it to be just what you need.
So, Dean and Castiel on Valentine’s Day, they don’t make a thing about it. Valentine’s Day for Dean used to mean unattached drifter Christmas, and he’s not exactly unattached now, but the holiday has never been his thing, really. While Cas, well Cas could offer up obscure facts about the martyr the holiday was based on, but doesn’t really see why the candy and greeting cards and flowers are necessary. But Dean asks Cas if he wants to go out for beer and cheeseburgers, ignoring the little smirk Sam hides, and Cas says sure. They eat their meal sitting in a booth at the back of the restaurant. Turns out the place has run out of pie, and Dean tries not to look disappointed, but when they get outside, Cas tells Dean to wait there by the Impala. He dashes across the street to the supermarket and brings back a packaged apple pie, which they eat using plastic forks, sitting on the hood of the car. It leads to slow, cinnamon-flavored kisses, growing more urgent until they get in the car and drive somewhere far away from anything, crawl into the back seat, make each other gasp and writhe, hands over skin, layers of clothing falling away.
Still neither of them says anything about the holiday, and it’s forgotten, until days later, Cas opens the drawer in his room in the bunker where he keeps his angel sword and his hand gun. He finds a tiny little candy heart taped to the grip of the sword. It says BE MINE on it. And Cas really isn’t sure why candy should be involved, let alone why taping one to his weapon is at all appropriate, but his face grows warm and he can’t stop grinning all of a sudden.
3/20 Can’t say much about this chapter, I’m sorry Y/N about your fucked up birthday. There will be light smut towards the end and Zhang Yixing will appear.
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How can I hate you this much?
Why don’t you want me to leave?
What is it that she’s giving you that I’m not?
Questions I continue to ask myself each time I look directly into his face. Do I even love him anymore at this point? His hair parted straight down the middle with the ends flipped out. Part of his chest exposed underneath the jacket that was being held by a belt. It took me ages trying to find a print to match his pants.
“Y/N, Once again a job well done. Come to my office later we many things to discuss.”, The head fashion designer of SM spoke to me.
“Yes, Ma’am I’ll see you upstairs.”
Once she turned away I felt arms wrap themselves around my torso. The feeling of soft hair upon my shoulder made me chuckle. He was so corny constantly trying to do things that made us seem more like a couple to other people.
“Hello Boyfriend.”, I sighed
“Hello Girlfriend.”, He answer cheerfully.
“What are you doing Baekhyun, you have to shoot another scene soon.”
“I just wanted to say hi, you weren’t beside me when I woke up this morning.”, I could feel the pout on his face. Baekhyun has a habit of laying directly on top of me whenever we sleep together so, when I wasn’t lay directly underneath him this morning he probably got upset.
“I’m sorry I got called in early to make the finishes touches on your outfits. You look sexy by the way.”, I muttered turning around in his arms.
“I didn’t think you’d want my sexy chest out for everyone to see though.”, He laughed spreading the top open even more to expose his chest.
“It’s not for them to see, it’s something nice for me to look at while I sew.”, I joked.
“But not you okay.”, His voice suddenly got extremely low.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll walk around in the nude if it makes you feel better but, I don’t want you showing anyone your body except me.”, His voice darkened.
“Baekhyun let’s not be ridiculous why would I-”
“Y/N, no matter what my love for you will never die. Please forgive me for whatever I do in the future that hurts you. I’ll always have you in my mind even if I’m doing the worst thing ever.” He leaned down closer to my ear. “Never forget our love.”
My eyes fluttered open instantly getting hit by the ray of sun. That was the corniest dream ever, except the fact that it wasn’t just a dream it was a memory. All of those cheesy words being said in that dream were once said to me in real life by Baekhyun. “Please forgive me for whatever I do that hurts in the future.” How could I possibly do that now, I couldn’t, could I? Remembering that day now makes me wonder when exactly Baekhyun and Taeyeon started seeing each other again.
I felt small hands push on my back as if, they were trying to shuffle me awake. Turning around to face the person I saw Taeyeon dressed in casual attire. Her cheeks began to darken from the shock of me turning towards so suddenly.
“Happy Birthday Y/N.”, She cheered a smile gracing her face.
“Thank you.”, The sides of my lips tugged up as I sat in a sitting position.
I had almost forgotten today was my birthday. After finding out what my punishment was I say no enjoyment in it. I honestly thought about just telling Baekhyun to go on that dinner with Taeyeon however, I didn’t spend so much time on that dress to not wear. So for the first time just this one night I’ll try not to be so bitter about her being around. Am I accepting the situation? Hell no, I just don’t want to be the buzzkill on my own birthday. My birthday actually isn’t that important to me, at least before this year. I never liked having the attention on me too much because, I wasn’t very enthusiastic when it came to presents. I never screamed whenever I got one it was a simple “Thank you” then on to the next one. It wasn’t that I was ungrateful in fact I make sure to take extra care towards gifts given to me, I just never saw the point in screaming and crying over every single one. Turning 21 in Korea isn’t anything special I was technically already 21 if we’re going by Korean age, but I just say the year of my birth so people don’t get confused.
“Is something wrong?”, Taeyeon asked me furrowing her eyebrows, snatching me out of my thoughts.
“No, I was just thinking about something.”
“Was it Baekhyun? He told me tell you left early for the studio and that you needed to be ready a three so we can leave.”, She spoke
“Okay, what are you doing?”, I asked noticing that she was wearing shoes and preparing to throw on a sun hat. Her outfit was casual like I said before but, the sun hat seemed off.
“I’m going to meet some fans for lunch and then I’m going to SM to see about preparations for a solo album.”, Her eyes twinkled as she spoke the words. “I’m sorry that you’ll be alone for most of the day, I didn’t think you’d want me around while Baekhyun was gone.”
“It’s fine I planned on hanging out with some friends to make the time go by.”, I muttered getting off of the bed.
“I really hope you’re okay with me coming with you and Baekhyun today. He kind of insisted on letting me come so we could get closer.”
Did you ask me if I was okay with you stepping back into to Baekhyun’s love life fully aware that he had a girlfriend?
“No, it’s fine it’s not that big of a deal.”, I assured walking over to the closet grabbing some towels for a bath.
“But….it is to you.”, Taeyeon struggled to get the words out not knowing my reaction. My hand froze as I was grabbing a wash cloth, it’s like she was trying to upset me. It’s not even anything she said it’s like she wants be to be said or angry with her and Baekhyun. I decided not to get too much into it, turning around from the closet to face her.
“Don’t you have to leave soon?”, I asked ignoring her last statement. Her eyes continued to look at my face for a few more seconds before she responded.
“Yeah, I’ll see you later.”, She muttered throwing the sun hat over her head rushing towards the door. There was just one thing that I had to ask her before she left.
“Taeyeon” She froze as the last letter of her name came out of my mouth. Her head slowly turned towards mine.
“What did you tell Baekhyun about what happened yesterday?”, It was either she said something different or Baekhyun just really liked upsetting me.
“Oh, I told him I slipped and that I wanted to apologize for taking a shower with you when you weren’t completely comfortable with it.”, Her eyes soon began to fill with sorrow. I didn’t know Taeyeon well enough or at all really, to tell if she was lying.
“It’s fine it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before, goodbye.”, I finished rushing into the bathroom before she could get anything more out.
For some reason it bugged me why she never demanded more respect, she was the oldest out of all three of us. Neither Baekhyun or I really gave her the proper “politeness” level. Did she really care that much about making other people happy or did she just not pay much attention to it?
Turning the knob on the bathtub I removed my clothes trying to figure out what I was going to do today. I didn’t want to call Lisa and work on the ballroom dresses I wouldn’t be in the right mood. All of my other friends either were out of South Korea or had work to do. If I stayed at home I’d only find a reason to piss myself off. I had some things I wanted to do with Baekhyun today, I’d rather not do them by myself. I’ll think about it later right now I just needed to soak in this bathtub.
“Hey Y/N, Happy Birthday!”, A male voice screamed into my ear
“Yixing, what are you doing here?”, My voice raised a little from the shock. I was currently at a cupcake store buying their giant cupcake special. I really wasn’t in the mood for sweets but, knowing myself If I stared at it long enough I’d end up eating it.
“I saw you walk in, I was actually getting ready to call you to see what you were up to.”, He giggle sitting in the chair across from me. We were the only ones besides the employees in the store. The store wasn’t very popular, which is one of the reasons I enjoyed it so much. I was always able to just get in and get out of it.
“You still can’t practice?”, I asked him my eyes traveling back to the giant cupcake on the table between the two of us. His back and hip injury never got to heal. I always liked Yixing he was one of the three members I was associated with. I admired his ability to never stop working.
“No, but let’s not talk about me I’m sorry Baekhyun couldn’t be here with you on your birthday. Since he couldn’t come I thought I’d fill in for him.”, He smiled at me picking up one of the plastic forks on the table. “Do you mind?”
“No, you didn’t really think I’d be able to eat this whole thing by myself.” Yes I would have, I ate way too much when I was frustrated. Being 5′1′, I’m actually a little overweight but, people mistook it as me being ‘curvy’. I never really cared because I’ve never compared myself to other girls too often.
“Great do you want to go bowling, that new placed just opened up a couple blocks down.” He asked me stuffing some of the cupcake into his mouth.
“I’m wearing a skirt.”, I chuckled digging my own plastic fork into the the abnormally large cupcake. I wasn’t wearing my dress now it was just a mini jean skirt, some thighs and ankle boots with a white sweater. I guess it was possible for me to go bowling with my skirt on but, I still didn’t want to accidentally flash anyone.
“Ah, I see it’s all good we call still go to China town.”, He spoke eyeing my outfit up and down.
Giving him a small smile I replied.
“That sounds fine.” I’ve actually wanted to live in China a few years after I moved to Korea. I’ve never really told anyone except,Taeyeon when she asked where else I’d want to live one day. Suddenly I felt something poking at my lips. Looking down at the object, Yixing had his plastic fork with cupcake on it, pressed against my lips.
Giggling a little before opening my mouth to let him feed me the cupcake. It was a little hard to do since he decided to smash some of it onto my upper lip, causing him to go into a fit of laughter.
“Haha very fun, why the hell did you put so much on the fork.”, I said pretending to be angry and upset.
“It’s not my fault your mouth is so small.”, He stopped laughing to speak out before giggling once again.
Raising one of my eyebrows as he threw his head back as he laughed, I grabbed a handful of the cupcake while stalking over to his side of the table. My plan was to smash the cupcake into his face however, it quickly backfired when he caught my arm. As he was catching my arm my boot slipped on the floor causing me to knock my cupcake filled hand into….. a woman.
What the hell? Nobody ever comes in here let alone a lady dressed in a damn suit. You can tell she was the uptight type, they didn’t let anything go.
A horrifying screech left her lips while she gripped the cup of coffee held in her hands, “Did this pathetic excuse for a human being just mess up my $30,000 suit?” What the fuck was wrong with her?
“Ma’am I’ll apologize for you suit but the disrespect was not necessary.”, I spoke through gritted teeth. Yixing was now standing next to me holding my shoulders.
“I’m sorry Ma’am it was my fault please don’t be upset with her it’s her birthday.”, He tried to reason with her.
“I wouldn’t care if it was Buddha’s birthday your stupid whore messed my suit up.”
“Who the fuck are you talking to, you uptight bit-” Before the words can leave my mouth a hand connected with my face.
She fucking slapped me. I couldn’t hit her back because for one my days of getting violent were over, two you can tell by just looking at her she’s, the type to press charges.
“Women like you will go straight to hell.”, Yixing hissed cupping the cheek she slapped me on.
“I’d stick my foot up your ass but, you’d run straight to the police wouldn’t you?”, I hissed towards her. Of course something had to happen then as well. I suddenly felt her scorching hot coffee running down my white sweater.
“Get the hell away from her!”, He shouted inches the two of us towards the door. “You’ll get what’s coming to you, you rude bitch.” I was shocked honestly Yixing’s respect for women was too much for him to ever raise his voice at one.
“I’m so sorry Y/N.”, He apologized to me once we were outside. He took off his blazer placing it over my shoulders. It didn’t do me any harm honestly the slap was bullshit, the coffee was what really hurt. Thankfully the sweater soaked up most of it.
“I’m sorry Y/N, please don’t let this ruin your birthday.”, He begged me using his sleeve to try and soak some of the coffee up.
“It’s fine Yixing let’s just go to China town. It’’ll be fun.”, I tried to cheer him up.
“Okay”, He spoke grabbing my hand “Let’s go to China town.”
China town with Yixing was fun I didn’t really care much for the actually place but seeing Yixing get so happy about his home country was. “Y/N my grandparents were born there.” “Let’s visit this shrine we have the original one back in China.” It was very refreshing to see someone be so enthusiastic about something. When it got closer to three he took the train with me home, I felt bad because he had to pay extra just to make sure I got home safely. His present to me was a diamond ring with a mermaid on it. I was obsessed with the ocean, I’d live on it if I could. Unfortunately that train ride caused me to be two hours late.
Walking into the apartment I saw Taeyeon sitting at the Island on her phone, while Baekhyun was pacing around the room. His eyes locking with mine as soon as I clicked the door shut.
“Where the hell have you been?”, He growled at me. Damn, can I get a hello?
“Hey jagi, sorry I wasn’t here this morning how was your day?”, I said in a mocking voice.
“Don’t be cute I was worried since you weren’t here.”, He snapped causing me to scoff.
“Well what was I supposed to do Baekhyun wait on you all day?”,
“What happened to your shirt?”, Taeyeon gasped
“I spilled coffee on it let me change my outfit then we can leave.”
“Hurry up miss wants to be two hours late.”, He scoffed at me.
“I was stuck on a train Baekhyun I texted you twice but never got a response.”, I gritted my teeth already going up the stairs not wanting to be bothered with his bullshit right now.
Walking into the the spare bedroom which I turned into my work room I sighed. Looking at the dress I worked so hard on for this day was beautifully untouched. I didn’t want to put it on in case it got ruined but what’s the worst that could happened we’re going to dinner.
“I’m coming damn.”, I huffed as Baekhyun honked the car another time to get me into the car. Looking into the car I could see Taeyeon was already in the passenger seat. Usually we bickered on who got to sit in the passenger sit because, Baekhyun had to drive because he was ‘the man’. But lately I just haven’t had the energy to care.
Getting into the car of course it was on the side where Baekhyun and Taeyeon could both look directly at me through the rear view mirror. I could move of course but, then it would be obvious why I moved and start and unnecessarily argument.
“Your dress looks nice I could tell you worked hard on it.”, Taeyeon commented. She just loves to talk to me whenever Baekhyun is around because, then I have to respond unless I’m trying to piss him off.
“Thanks.’, I deadpanned looking out the window as Baekhyun pulled out on to the street. Just as I happened to look up into the rear view mirror I caught him giving Taeyeon a quick glance before looking at me.
“Yeah Jagi, you look nice.”, He spoke to me turning on the street getting closer to our desired restaurant. I didn’t get a chance to respond because Taeyeon started going on about her solo gig. I never cared much for her music just because I wasn’t really into kpop. I hear her songs in shops all the time but that’s all they are to me songs I, happen to hear that happen to be Taeyeon’s.
We pulled up to the restaurant it was one of the top restaurants in Korea because, it was so old. It went back so many years and had so much history to it. At least Baekhyun remembered that, that I’ve wanted to visit this place for awhile now. While we were getting out the car I dropped my phone under the seat and had to fish it out from under it. Baekhyun and Taeyeon were walking side by side while I jogged to catch up to them.
“Hello to all, Good evening table for two?”, The waitress asked as soon we walked through the door.
“Three.”, Taeyeon and I spoke at the same time.
“Ah, you brought a friend along.”, The waitress whispered quietly not thinking anyone heard him but, if I did then I’m sure they did. “Come this way we have a free both for you.”
Walking us towards this red velvet booth the waitress spoke.”Here’s your booth. My name is Woojong and I will be your waitress for tonight. Have a seat and may I get you any drinks?”
I slide onto one side of the booth alone while Taeyeon and Baekhyun slide on the other. “I’d like sprite please.”, I said to the waiter.
“Diet Coke.”, Baekhyun nodded at him.
“Just water please.”, Taeyeon smiled as the waiter nodded at us before heading off.
“What did you do today?”, Baekhyun asked to I’m assuming me because Taeyeon already told him what she did in the car. We each picked up our menus and browsed the selections.
“I went to China town with Yixing.”, I explained going straight to the main course section. A good portion of their options had steak in them and I physically could’t keep steak down. Thankfully I found a dish that had the steak removed that appealed to me.
“Yixing?”, He asked surprised that I was with his best friend.
“Yeah he said he wanted to spend time with me on my birthday since you were busy today.”, I replied closing my menu down.
The waitress came back before he could respond handing us our drinks.
“Now, what can I get you for today?”, He asked taking out his notepad. Giving him our orders I happened to drop my menu as I handed it to him. As I was picking up my menu I saw Baekhyun fingering Taeyeon under the booth. Of fucking course he would be. Did he even say happy birthday today? Pretending not to notice I lean against the wall by the booth. They pretended to have a conversation while I pretended to be interested.
When we got our orders mine was all fucked up. It was a full blown steak sitting in front of me. It’s not even about me being picky if I could swallow it and keep it down I’d eat it but I can’t.
“They messed my order up.”, I sighed getting ready to call the waiter over.
‘Just wait he’ll come over.”, Baekhyun spoke through a mouth stuffed full of food. The waitress Woojong had already moved on to his next costumers.
“It’s fine I’ll just ask for my correct order quickly.”, I spoke getting ready to call him over again while they enjoyed their meals.
“Of course your needy ass would find a problem with the meal.”, He mocked me through a stuffed mouth.
“You know I can’t eat steak Baekhyun.”, I growled at him trying to keep my voice down making sure not to draw attention to myself.
“Just stop being a bitch for once you begged for this now eat.”
“Stop being a dick just let me ask him for my original order.”, I scoffed at him.
His hand slammed against the table cracking the corner of it. By now a few people were staring here and there nothing I couldn’t handle.
“This is exactly why I need Taeyeon around. You’re a fucking brat!”, He shouted. “All you do is complain all the damn time about everything. You complain when I don’t fuck you enough. You complain when I drag myself out to this dinner that you asked for,. You do realize you’re nothing I could just be with Taeyeon if I wanted to? But I’m not because I happen to love you both but, you’re making it very hard for me to feel that way Y/N.”
By the time he was finished the entire restaurant was staring at us. If you know me you know I hate being directly stared at in embarrassing situations. I’ve had to pause or turn off countless movies because of second hand embarrassment. This was too much I hear people snickering and whispering.
“Are they in a polyamorous relationship?”
“She’s stupid as hell for staying with him.”
“He just snapped on her.”
All I wanted to do was crawl under a rock in hide. Grabbing my cell phone off of the table I try and rush towards the door however, my plan backfired when an entire bowel of red and brown noodle dish fell onto my dress.
The dress I worked so many weeks on.
The dress I made to specifically wear on this day.
The dress I didn’t want ruined because of today.
Here it is covered in noodles and sauce giving people even more reason to think I’m pathetic I am.
“Oh my god that beautiful dressed is ruined.”
“She’s definitively not going to forget this birthday.”
“Baekhyun what the hell is wrong with you.”, I heard an unfamiliar shout escape Taeyeon’s lips.
She never raised her voice for anything I would’ve smiled but I was too focused on getting out of that place.
A warm jacket was placed onto my shoulders, looking up I saw a handsome male who was now missing his blazer.
“You don’t deserve this leave them.”, He whispered in my ear rubbing my back before walking off glaring at Baekhyun.
This wasn’t anyone’s fault but my own, I’ll make sure to never ask for anything again. I saw a side of Baekhyun I thought he’d never show in public. I don’t even understand what I had did to upset him so much.
Sitting in the backseat head pressed against the window as a stunk up the car. Taeyeon got into the car shouting at Baekhyun who only held his head down as he put the keys into the car.
“I’m so sorry Y/N”, She spoke tears gathering in her eyes as she apologized for Baekhyun who at this point clearly didn’t care.
I wasn’t crying or screaming because there wasn’t a point this was my fault no one else’s.
“I’m touching my makeup up before I go back to the studio.”, she growled at Baekhyun as he simple nodded his head. I just wanted to hurry up and get back to the apartment to sleep. I felt her hand reach back to hand him me some paper towels?
Was she pitying me?
I sat on the edge of the bed in our bedroom, today was shitty and embarrassing and I’m just ready to sleep it off. Taeyeon was gone and I was stuck her with Baekhyun. Some of the shit that happened today was too much, Baekhyun embarrassing me in front of that restaurant topped it off. The worst thing I realized today was that my love for him was surely fading away.
“Baby, I’m sorry I messed up your birthday.”, His voice attempted to whisper innocently.
“I don’t care.”, I mumbled leaning back on the large bed. “Stop pretending to care anyways.”
I could feel him inching closer towards me, what does he want? I think I’m more than clearly pissed off. I might just go sleep in the guest bedroom, I don’t want to hear them having sex later on anyways.
“I’m sorry there’s no excuse for my asshole behavior. I didn’t realize how bad it was until tonight. I messed everything up jagi, the looks on those people’s faces when I yelled at you.”,His voice had cracked, I ignored it thinking it was in my imagination. Soon I felt his body laying next to mine on the the large bed.
“I’m not bothered at this point, Baekhyun nothing you do will ever surprise me again.”, I chuckled bitterly.
“Let me make it up to you, I haven’t touched you in awhile. I know you’re not in the mood for it but please let me at least make you feel good.”, He begged his hand already slipping up my thigh and under my stained dress.
But then I felt something I had felt in ages, one of Baekhyun’s tears fell onto my face. My eyes snapped open to see the sight I hadn’t seen in what felt like years. Baekhyun was full blown crying over my face, out of guilt… or was he looking for pity?
“Please Jagi, I feel awful.”
“Fine do whatever you want to.” Once the words left my mouth his lips pressed tightly against mine. Baekhyun’s tears that were once rolling down his cheeks were now going down my neck. His lips moved swiftly against mine trying to convince me to accept his apologize through kiss. His lips moved down my jaw and onto my neck.
Light sucking and biting was placed onto my neck leaving light bruising. Hands rubbed lightly against my panties grabbing and groping whatever he could grab. Kicking my legs open with his foot he got on top of me, sucking on my collarbone I heard him undo his belt. Wow, I was really going to have sex with him. Usually he’d only make out with me before calling Taeyeon into the room. If this were under any other circumstances I would’ve been petty and pushed him off of me but, today was stressful so why not let him have sex with me.
“Hurry up.”, I grumbled pushing his blazer off of his torso.
“Please don’t be mad, I love you.”, He sobbed after pushing his zipper down and pulling his shirt over his head. “Y/N, I’ll die if I ever cause you to leave me.”, He choked out while pulling his pants and boxers down at the same time.
“Shh Baekhyun, I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”, I was trying my best not to pay attention to his constant sobs and apologies because, at this point I didn’t care. They meant nothing to be at this point, all I could think about was fucking him.
His hand cupped my cheek “I don’t deserve you Y/N, I can’t make myself feel good.”
Smacking his hand off of my face I lifted the upper part of my body up so he could unzip my dress,
“What the hell are you talking about? I want to have sex do this for me this is what I want.”, I snapped as he pushed the dress down while I managed to kick it off of my legs. I haven’t gotten him to fuck me without Taeyeon in the room for weeks and, I don’t like touching myself.
“But I don’t want you to think I’m just trying to get myself off, I don’t deserve to get myself off after how I treated tonight.”, His fingers finding themselves on the waistband of my panties tugging them down.
“I don’t care Baek, I don’t care. Tell me all about your forgiveness bullshit tomorrow but, right now I want to have sex.”, I spoke grabbing his base gently pumping him to full hardness.
“Baby…Ah…Okay, I’ll do whatever you want.”, He whimpered pushing my legs open further. He dipped his index finger into my core, feeling my wetness.
“Why are you so wet already?”, He exclaimed rubbing his free hand up and down my thigh.
“It’s been a good few weeks since we’ve done anything and I have to listen to you fucking Taeyeon 24/7.”, I mumbled arching my back trying to push myself deeper onto his fingers.
“Don’t start.”, I hissed sinking my nails into his sides as he positioned himself fully over me.
“Are you ready?”, He panted above pumping himself with my hand, letting go of him I placed my hand his shoulder.
“Just hurry up.”, I moaned out right as he pushed inside of me.
The next morning I woke up with his arms wrapped around me for the first time in a long time. Tugging one of my legs from underneath the blanket, I saw marks covering up and down my leg. Getting my eyes to focus on my thigh I was able to see teeth marks. “How hard did he fucking go last night?”, I asked myself turning to face him. His sleeping form was relaxed and calm yet, his face was stained with tear drops and underneath his eyes were puffy. I still don’t understand exactly why he was crying and I really wasn’t looking forward to all of his excuses.
Turning over again I went to grab my phone off of the nightstand why I saw a box with a smaller box on top attached to a piece of paper. Removing Baekhyun’s arm from around my waist to see what was in the boxes as I placed them on my lap. Snatching the note off of the box to see who this was from.
“I’m sorry I messed up your birthday Y/N, I love you”
“Did he really take the time to hand type this small piece of paper?”, I mumbled fiddling with the strings on the boxing to get them open. The smaller box had the necklace that matched the ring Yixing gave me. I chuckled as I thought about how they must’ve planned getting the gifts together out. The larger one had my dress… the same dress that was completely ruined last night, not a spec of dust was on it. How did he get the stains out without ruining the lace?
Placing the boxes back down on the nightstand I turn to face Baekhyun. “I’m still pissed and I still know my love for you is gone.”, I whispered loud enough only for myself to hear before burying my face into the crook of his neck and falling back asleep.
Happy birthday Min yoongi and Taeyeon!!!
Next chapter will be up in a few days its mainly just getting more into the oc’s fashion life and more flashbacks. Chapter 5 is what I’m excited for because Baekhyun, Y/N and Taeyeon go fishing together.
Walking down to the tank, he waved a quick hello to Hunk and Plaxum, another Mermaid who was being treated for a jellyfish stung tail.
Setting the buckets down next to the dolphin tank, he swished a certain pattern in the water. Moments later the pod broke to the surface, chittering excitedly.
“Hey guys! Red, Green, you two haven’t been fighting recently have you? Black, has everyone played nice today? Yellow, you look chubbier you silly dolphin! You’ve been sneaking treats from Hunk again haven’t you? Blue! My lady love! How are you, sweet girl? Hungry? I brought breakfast!”
Lance’s face was always alight when he was with the dolphins, there was just something about them that always lifted his spirits. He laughed and tossed the nutrient stuffed fish to the pod, eyes bright with joy as they twisted arcs in the air to catch to food.
His bright grin never faltered around the dolphins, and it was noticeable.
“Shiro, come on man, you can’t be seriously pining over a human?” Keith hissed, legs stirring the Mer tank’s water as he sat on the edge of the deck.
Shiro merely sighed. “Mom fell in love with a human, why can’t I?” He asked, eyes still trained on the lanky man laughing as Blue wriggled delightfully at his strokes on her muzzle.
Keith opened his mouth to reply, paused, then closed it. Shiro clicked smugly at his half brother.
“Okay but he’s barely been here for a month. How do we know he likes you back? How would the relationship even work? You’re Mer and he’s human. Unless you want to give up your scales?” Keith asked lowly, so Lance wouldn’t overhear.
Shiro thought for a moment. “I’m sure I could figure something out. Though the more I think about it, the more appealing being human sounds. My tail has caused me nothing but trouble.” He scoffed irritably, old memories threatening to bubble up.
Keith narrowed his eyes. “Shiro, I-”
“Keith! Shiro! Perfect timing! Can you get the other Mer? It’s feeding time and I brought some mainland food I made that I’m pretty sure they’ll like!” Lance called, smiling at his two friends.
Shiro flushed slightly and Keith sighed, getting to his feet. “Sure. You need any help carrying whatever it is you brought them?”
Lance nodded and motioned Keith to follow him. Shiro waved and dove under, swimming down to where the other Mer were currently playing cards.
“No, Nyma, I don’t have any threes. Go fish.” Swirn said, grinning as the blonde Mermaid pouted and drew another plastic coated card.
“Nyma, Rolo, Swirn, Plaxum, Hunk, time to go. Lance brought mainland food this time!” Shiro called, causing the others to stop everything they were doing and surface excitedly. Shiro followed with an amused clicking in his throat.
“Hey guys! Nyma, any luck on shifting your legs back yet?” Lance asked as he started handing out little plastic containers full of tuna stuffed enchiladas.
Nyma nodded. “Yeah, managed to retract my scales a bit today. Can’t fully get them formed, but at least the bone is healed. A bit of practice and I should be okay.” She explained as she pried off the lid and sat on the shallow ledge to eat.
The others joined her, munching away happily with the plastic forks provided by Keith.
“My tail doesn’t ache anymore, by the way! I think it’s thanks to that aloe vera stuff you suggested Pidge give me. It really helped! Sam said I could go home tomorrow!” Plaxum trilled, Lance joining them by rolling up his pant legs and dangling his feet in the water.
“That’s great! I know you’ve missed your homeland. The queen was… Luxia, right? I’m sure she’ll be glad to have you back.” Lance said, though Shiro noticed an almost wistful look on the human’s face.
It vanished when Rolo made a surprised trill. “Lance, this is really good! What is this?”
Lance’s face brightened as he excitedly explained how he’d spent some extra savings to indulge a little at the store today to buy ingredients for the enchiladas, though they usually were stuffed with something called chicken rather than tuna.
Shiro tasted his and was surprised to find it made his tongue feel warm, different from normal heat. It wasn’t that bad, so he started to chow down. After licking his container clean he smiled at the human.
“That was excellent, Lance. Do you think you could make more sometime?” Shiro asked, and was accompanied by a chorus of ‘please!’s and ‘can you really?!’s from his fellow Mer.
Lance flushed. “W-well, if you guys liked it that much, then I can definitely make more!”
A/N: Feedback is welcomed and very much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy it, as always, thank you for reading <3
Requested by: Anon - “I love your writing so much is it possible to have 65, 22 with Gibbs please ? They are always fantastic<3”
Word Count: 706 Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x Reader & Team x Reader
22. “You smell nice.” 65. “I brought you dinner.”
Being a member of high clearance and the DOD you knew about all-nighters, all-nighters and forgetting to eat or simply not having the time to get food. It was the same for your husband, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. His job - one of the main things that attracted you to him some years ago - involved a lot of late nights that turned into all-nighters. This wasn’t any different.
Summary: You know the feeling when you see a person every day, yet when they disappear you can’t even remember their face? Dan gets invited to meet a person he forgot in middle school.
Warnings: alcohol mentions
Genre: Mystery, College AU
A/N: This story is so fucking weird. I don’t know what the fuck inspired this or what the fuck I’m trying to say, but I love it. So here it is. It’s a lil mystery story. There will only be two parts to this. Please enjoy.
It was one of those funny things where you see a person every day, yet the minute they disappear, you feel like you notice but you really don’t. It’s like a painting was missing a background element or a song replaced a word–noticeable, but only if you really looked for it.
Chores are split up between the two of them and rotated as much as humanly possible but Shiro still ends up always cleaning the fucking toilet. He could just not clean it until Keith took the hint but he’s terrified of the toilet never getting cleaned at all.
Shiro has a minor dust allergy and frequently dusts. He has to practically yell at Keith to help him dust. If Shiro didn’t live with him Keith would never dust. Shiro nearly wept when he saw the amounts of dust Keith managed to collect at his previous apartment. Those weren’t dust bunnies those were dinosaurs and Shiro sneezes at the thought of them.
Rule of the kitchen is clean what you use but for whatever reason Keith just doesn’t wash utensils. It’s not that he can’t he just… doesn’t. They always have an obscene amount of plastic forks and the like for this very reason.
It’s a miracle one of them knows how to cook for the most part otherwise they would either starve or die from too much fast food intake. Shiro can’t cook for shit and had originally assumed the same of Keith. Just didn’t seem like the type… he was pleasantly suprised when he found out Keith had the general idea down. It’s not great but it’s something and Shiro isn’t complaining. Keith is better at making sweets over an actual meal.
Over time Shiro had to start wearing glasses. Keith blames it on his late night reading with only a shitty lamp light ruining his eyes but that’s okay Shiro looks hot with glasses.
Since he’s not used to them, Shiro constantly loses them. By lose them that actually means he leaves them in the bathroom and forgets he left them there. Always the bathroom. It makes no damn sense to Keith.
One time Shiro “lost” them and practically wrecked the house just to find them. Keith wasn’t home at the time so coming home to a disaster was certianly interesting-
“Babe! Thank god you’re home! Have you seen my glasses?"
”… They’re… on top of your head….“
Shiro sings in the shower. Loudly. The only reason Keith knows was by mere chance. He came home early from work one day and he’s greeted to Shiro’s voice singing "Stay” It was really cute how embarrassed Shiro was that day. He couldn’t look Keith in the eyes for the rest of the day.
The fact that Shiro is shy about singing makes no sense to Keith when Shiro dances around the house most days… badly might he add.
Keith has to remind Shiro to take off his prosthetic before bed because he WILL forget to. He also has to remind Shiro to actually go to bed. He could stay up all night working on something if you let him.
Shiro sleeps like a dead fish (when he isn’t having a nightmare) meanwhile Keith runs a marathon in his sleep and occasionally wakes up with sore legs.
Keith snores from time to time. He snores loudly. Shiro contemplates smothering him with a pillow some nights but he never does.
Neither of them are morning people exactly but Keith is the worse of them two. Shiro is just cute and sleepy in the morning. Keith is just angry. Unless he has food or coffee in him he cannot speak coherent words. It’s just a series of huffs and grumbles.
Morning kisses are forbidden until teeth has been brushed. Shiro has lethal morning breath. The kind of stank breath you can taste.
They usually take showers together in the morning until Keith pisses in the shower then his ass gets kicked out even if he’s covered in suds.
One day Shiro will let Keith grow a beard but for now he has to settle for a lil scruff on the chin.
The ride up to the top of the high rise was one of the longest elevator trips you had ever been on. You didn’t realize, however, because you were way too wrapped up in Kyungsoo’s arms at the time.
You rested your head on his shoulder, letting yourself be enveloped in him, enraptured.
Kyungsoo stared at the elevator door blankly, lost in his thoughts. You had gotten used to this habit of his, and it no longer bothered you, even when other people asked you how in the world you were still with him when to them, it appeared like he was ignoring you.