silverware organizer



  • Dish soap
  • Laundry detergent
  • All-purpose cleaner
  • Hand soap
  • Broom
  • Mop
  • Wash cloths / rags
  • Vacuum
  • Dustpan
  • Lint roller
  • Sponges


  • Plates
  • Bowls
  • Spoons
  • Forks
  • Knives
  • Glasses
  • Mugs
  • Tongs
  • Spatula
  • Plastic wrap
  • Ziplock baggies
  • Garbage bags
  • Paper towel
  • Tupperware
  • Ice tray
  • Oven mitts
  • Potato peeler
  • Mixing bowls
  • Frying pan
  • Pot
  • Baking sheet
  • Whisk
  • Stirring spoons / ladels
  • Tea infuser ball
  • Measuring cups
  • Strainer
  • Cutting board
  • Coffee maker
  • Kettle
  • Toaster
  • Magnets
  • Dry erase markers
  • Sticky notes
  • Microwave
  • Wire sponge
  • Trash bin
  • Recycling bin
  • Rubber gloves
  • Silverware organizer
  • Measuring spoons
  • Aluminum foil
  • Wax paper
  • Can opener
  • Bottle opener
  • Containers for salt, sugar, flour, etc.


  • Sofa
  • Rocking chair (you know you want one)
  • Loveseat
  • Coasters
  • Blankets
  • Throw pillows
  • Coffee table
  • Book shelves
  • TV
  • TV stand
  • Floor lamp
  • End table
  • Stereo system / radio


  • Mattress
  • Box spring
  • Bedframe
  • Linens
  • Sheets
  • Comforter
  • Hangers
  • Laundry hamper
  • Trash bin
  • Curtains
  • Pillows
  • Pillow cases
  • Night table
  • Alarm clock
  • Lamp
  • Dresser
  • Coat rack
  • Desk / vanity
  • Comfy chairs


  • Dining table
  • Minimum of 2 chairs
  • Coasters
  • Placemat
  • Tablecloth
  • Tea lights /candles and candle holders


  • Face clothes
  • Towel
  • Soap bar
  • Body wash
  • Shampoo
  • Conditioner
  • Tissues
  • Toilet paper
  • Trash bin
  • Plunger
  • Toilet cleaner
  • Cold, flu, pain, and allergy meds
  • Hydrogen peroxide
  • Antibacterial ointment
  • First-Aid kit
  • Tweezers
  • Nail clippers
  • Band-aids
  • Shower rod
  • Shower curtain
  • Toothbrush
  • Toothpaste
  • Floss
  • Period products
  • Bathmat
  • Air freshener
  • Trash bin
  • Towel rod
  • Towels


  • Elastic bands
  • Stapler
  • Stables
  • Paper clips
  • Needles and thread
  • AA / AAA batteries
  • Light bulbs
  • Extension cords
  • Scotch tape
  • Duct tape
  • Shovel
  • Rake (if you have a yard)
  • Stain remover
  • Jar of courters for laundry mat
  • Screw drivers
  • Hammer
  • Nails
  • Sticky tack
  • Screws
  • Box cutter / X-acto
  • Pliers
  • Wrench
  • Pens
  • Paper
  • Pencils
  • Pencil sharpener
  • Eraser
  • Welcome matt
  • Shoe rack
  • Coat rack
  • Flashlight
  • Flashlight batteries
  • Watch batteries
  • Rechargeable batteries and charger
  • Safe place to discard dead batteries
  • Candles
  • Matches
  • Lighter
  • Mini travel fans
  • Real fans
  • Emergency Survival kit
  • Fire extinguisher
  • Landline phone
  • Window air conditioner
  • Carbon monoxide alarm
  • Fire alarm


  • Mustard
  • Ketchup
  • Mayo
  • Salt
  • Pepper
  • Baking soda
  • Flour
  • Eggs
  • Milk
  • Bread
  • Olive oil
  • Tea
  • Jam
  • Peanut-butter
  • Coffee grounds
  • Cereal
  • Rice
  • Pasta
  • Vegetable soup
  • Tomato sauce
  • Frozen vegetables
  • Crackers
  • Chickpeas / lentils
  • Apples
  • Oranges
  • Granola bars
  • Juice
  • Hot chocolate mix
  • Frozen meats

And since people are having a hard time figuring this out for themselves, let me just say: every single item on this list is OPTIONAL, just look for what you need personally and let others do the same.

Not really sure where this Silverware holder would be used for, but it sure is adorable! I cannot find the website for this and I really would love too!

Kid sister is now trying to figure out the basics of what she needs for her first apartment other than furniture… Having done apartment life for a long time before I got the house she came to me for help. Here’s what I came up with. See if you fine folks can think of anything I’ve forgotten.

  • An all-purpose cleaner like 409.
  • dish soap
  • A SHOWER CURTAIN (I’ve forgotten that one before!) with a liner and rings to hang it.
  • dishes, silverware, cups
  • a silverware drawer organizer
  • measuring cups and spoons
  • a spatula
  • a can opener
  • a tupperware type product
  • curtains (not sure if there are blinds)
  • sheets and other bedding
  • at least one good skillet and two sauce pans
  • a casserole dish/cake pan
  • a cookie sheet
  • a toilet brush 
  • a plunger (better have that one on hand before you NEED it!)
  • extra pillows and blankets for couch-bound guests
  • some kind of air freshener or scented candles and a lighter
  • lamps
  • light bulbs
  • broom
  • mop
  • vacuum
  • any kind of washable rags or kitchen towels
  • scrubby sponges
  • a closet organizer or shoe rack to make the most use of closet space
  • magic erasers
  • an old toothbrush to clean nooks and crannies
  • a SERIOUS first aid kit
  • bottle opener and corkscrew
  • kitchen trash can and bags to fit it.
  • a sewing kit
  • at least one passable table cloth
  • any and every kind of tape you can think of
  • Batteries…. And then MORE batteries.
  • a flashlight
  • a doormat to minimize what you track in
  • a bath mat
  • super glue
  • more ponytail holders than you think you will EVER need
  • a SOLID bookshelf
  • an extension cord or two
  • a power strip or two
  • a post office packet to ensure the mail is forwarded to you
  • Scissors… MORE THAN ONE PAIR
  • laundry hamper/basket and detergent
  • a hammer, small nails, and screwdrivers in both flat and phillips… (because you WILL have to assemble shit)
  • Bug spray (better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it on hand!)
  • ALL SIZES of ziploc bags
  • a waterproof file box of some kind for important papers
  • a cutting board
  • at least one good sharp kitchen knife
  • an iron and ironing board
  • a bucket
  • tissues
  • a dustpan
  • at least one wall clock
  • bath towels

I left off things like a TV and microwave intentionally because I know she does have those, and shower/soap/hygiene products because she’s got that covered as well. That’s where I left off… Anything you folks want to add?

As You Wish - Tim Drake x Reader

Prompt – Tim Drake x Reader where they buy an apartment together.

“Is that the last box?” Y/N asked, looking up from her task. She was in the kitchen unpacking the first of what seemed like a million boxes.

“Last box to be brought up, yes.” Tim grunted as he set it down. “So I guess we are starting in the kitchen?”

“I’m starting in the kitchen. You start working on the living room.” Y/N said as she set a stack of plates in the cabinet.

“Divide and conquer it is”

So while Y/N organized silverware and dinnerware, Tim set up the entertainment center.

“How do you want to arrange the couches?” Tim called out as he plugged in cables and cords.

“I kinda like the way it is right now.” Y/N called back from the kitchen.

“Are you saying that because you actually like it or because you don’t want to help me move it?” Tim asked, turning to look at her.

“A little of both.” Y/N admitted

“Works for me, I guess.” Tim shrugged.

“I’m going to go start on the bedroom. After you finish in here, go work on the bathroom.” Y/N said as she walked down the hall. 

She groaned when she saw the amount of boxes cluttering the room. How could two people have this much stuff? 

She unpacked, folded, and hung all of the clothing before moving onto making the bed. She was pulling on the final corner of the sheet when two of the corners popped up, because nothing can ever be easy can it?

When she finally succeeded in making the bed, she plopped down onto it and let her face rest against the comforter. 

“I take it you are done?” Tim asked as he leaned against the door-frame.

“In my very soul. We still have some other small things that need to be done, but they can wait. I’m not moving from this bed.” Y/N said, lifting her face to look at Tim.

“Well, move over. I’m joining you.”

As soon as Y/N rolled over, Tim flopped hard onto the bed.

“God, could you not? I really don’t want to have to sleep on the floor tonight because your dumbass thought this was a trampoline.” Y/N said, shoving his shoulder gently.

“I cannot hear you over the sound of how tired I am.” Tim said before pretending to snore.

“Well, you certainly are not my boyfriend then. He can go at least a week without sleep before admitting he needs to sleep.” Y/N said poking his face.

“Well, your boyfriend also drinks coffee like it is water, but hasn’t been able to do that today because he was too busy making this apartment a home.” Tim yawned.

“And I appreciate that. We are totally taking a nap right now though before batsy or some other hero in tights tries to steal you away.” Y/N said snuggling against him.

“As you wish.” Tim whispered sweetly

“Shut up, Wesley, it’s time for sleep not romance.”

anonymous asked:

Can you also please do Bts reacting to you getting sick and losing your voice? :)

Alright, trying this post again. Hope this works, and I hope you like it~

Gifs aren’t mine

Seokjin would care for you if you were sick in any way, but he’d be determined to make you healthy if you’d lost your voice. He would bring you plenty of medicine, soup, and comfort foods, tucking you into your bed so tightly that it was a wonder you were able to get up to use the bathroom. If he had to work, he’d set everything up for you so that you wouldn’t have to get up for anything, and he would rush home as quickly as possible to get back to your side and replace whatever water you’d finished drinking or food you’d finished eating. That would continue until either his coddling became too much and you told him to stop or you returned to your normal, healthy self.

Originally posted by mxknae

Yoongi wouldn’t necessarily worry if you’d lost your voice. Sure, he’d be worried about you being sick, but after helping you down your medicine and making sure you didn’t have a fever, he’d crawl into bed with you - no matter how many times you silently protested; he knew he could get sick and lose his voice as well, but you were on medicine, so that wasn’t likely to happen - and just spend the day relaxing with you. He wouldn’t sleep unless he saw that you had fallen asleep, and while the two of you were awake, he would either turn on the television or start up some music. The music he played would typically be calming music, but if you were really sick and in need of a pick-me-up, he’d probably play the piano for you, hoping that would improve your mood.

Hoseok, after making sure that you weren’t deathly ill and would recover in due time, would begin to tease you. He figured that, since there really wasn’t much he could do to improve your health, he could at least try to improve your mood. But, rather than just poking light fun at you for losing your voice, he instead started asking you things like, “Do you not love me? If you loved me, you would tell me.” He’d try to pout while doing it, but the corners of his lips would turn up into a small smile so you knew he was joking. Despite the fact that you could just nod your head yes, he would whine and tell you that you had to say it for him to believe it. If you teased him back, though, shaking your head no instead, he’d get even louder and whinier, but he’d end up laughing eventually.

Originally posted by jjungkook

Namjoon, ever the romantic, would suggestively comment that you wouldn’t need your voice for what he wanted to do. In fact, it was probably better that you’d lost your voice, as you were typically pretty loud to begin with. But, after keeping that act up for a moment or two, he’d drop his smirk into a teasing smile, shake his head, and sigh as he moved to grab medicine and a thermometer. He’d begin to take care of you, looking up the best ways to cure a lost voice on his phone while searching for what he’d need in your kitchen. He probably wouldn’t make it correctly, and it would taste awful, but at least he’d tried, and he did end up spending the day with you - and all the days following that you remained sick - so it wasn’t a complete loss.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Jimin began teasing you the moment he found out you’d lost your voice. Well, teasing probably wasn’t the right word; it didn’t seem like he was teasing you to anyone else watching. He was trying to make you laugh, tickling you or making dumb, cheesy jokes that made you laugh without fail when you weren’t sick. He wanted to know what it would sound like if you laughed while you’d lost your voice, and he wouldn’t stop trying to make you laugh until he’d heard the sound. Then, once he’d gotten you to laugh, he would begin to take care of you, keeping a bit of distance so he didn’t get sick and lose his own voice but bringing you whatever you needed and making sure you were comfortable. All while trying to make you laugh again and again.

Originally posted by eatjin

Taehyung would want to take care of you, even if he didn’t know the proper way to treat whatever illness you had. If he could, he would spend the day with you, and despite the fact that you could easily communicate through texts, he went out and bought you a small dry erase board and an assortment of markers. And, despite the fact that he hadn’t lost his voice, he would buy a dry erase board for himself, and the two of you would sit across from each other and write messages or draw pictures. Taehyung made a game out of it; first one to make a sound - either laughing or speaking - lost, and due to the fact that you’d lost your voice, Tae always lost the game, but he didn’t really seem to care.

Originally posted by hellosarang

Jungkook, after first making sure that you weren’t contagious, followed by him making sure that you were recovering and would be healthy soon, would take advantage of the situation. There were a few things you always told him not to do - “Don’t eat the entire bag of chips,” “Those cookies aren’t for you, stop eating them,” “Stop mixing up the silverware, it’s organized for a reason,” - and since you couldn’t exactly tell him not to do those things, that’s what he did. Of course, after nearly eating you out of house and home and messing up what organization there was in your cabinets dressers, he would clean up and replace what he’d eaten, only to come back the next day to do it all again. But at least he was spending the day with you.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

kid mycroft facts

  • he loves literature. his favorite is pride and prejudice but he tells everyone his favorite is war and peace. 
  • he’s got a lot of emotions but he doesn’t cry. he’s not outwardly dramatic like that. he feels it in his chest a lot of times.
  • mastered the art of the eye roll
  • doesn’t flop onto furniture or flail around when he’s upset. instead, everything he does gets more perfect. he closes cabinets really quietly and accidentally organizes the silverware drawer when he goes to get a spoon
  • cardigans
  • he loves to spend time with his mom and they watch films together on the weekends
  • knows a surprising amount about china’s han dynasty
CS Drabble

Just a little drabble / headcanon thingy….


Killian walked into the kitchen, stepping over an open box on the floor, and slid his arms around Emma’s waist, nuzzling her neck.  “Books are done.”

Emma, who was in the middle of organizing her silverware drawer, smiled softly as she leaned back against him.  “In alphabetical order?”

He pressed his lips against her ears.  “Yes, Swan,” he said with a hint of annoyance in his tone.  “In bloody alphabetical order…by title…like you asked.”

She chuckled as she turned her head and went up for a kiss.  “Thank you.”

“It’s what I’m here for.”  They kissed again, this time lingering as they gently swayed back and forth.  “Need any help in here?”

“I’ve got it covered,” she murmured as her eyes shifted to his lips and then reached up to gently touch the side of his face.  “Why don’t you go see if Henry needs help?  He tends to procrastinate, so you can help move him along.”

“Sure, love…just come get me if you need anything.”

She smiled as she watched him walk off and continued to smile as she went back to her unpacking.  She couldn’t help it…she was so damn happy, a very rare and unfamiliar feeling, but a feeling she never wanted to go away.

Sure, there was something new brewing in town…a villain who wanted to take control of the world probably, or ruin all their lives, blah blah, blah.  She didn’t really care at the moment…all she cared about was that she finally found her home.  She finally had her own place in her hometown with her family, friends…Killian. 

After the kitchen was all set, she decided to go back to Henry’s room and see their progress and as she headed down the hall she heard low, hushed voices and male laughter.  It certainly didn’t sound like they were working.  She didn’t hear the sound of boxes opening or the sound of rushed footsteps

And when she quietly stepped to his open door, she hopelessly shook her head as she leaned against the doorjamb.  Boxes were still everywhere, toys and video games scattered along the floor.  His computer was set up of course, it was his first thing to do, but she could see that her two men hadn’t gotten anything productive done.

Instead of working, they were sitting hip to hip on the edge of the bed, which was still nothing more than a bare mattress since the sheets were still in one of these boxes.  Henry’s comics were scattered around them and he currently had an issue of X-Men opened, pointing and explainging to Killian all about the Wolverine.

“He’s kind of like you….but instead of a hook, he has blades that shoot out from his knuckles…see?”

Killian bent down to give it a look and then let out a wince.  “Doesn’t that hurt him?”

Henry shrugged.  “I don’t know, probably not…he’s one tough mutant.”


“You can borrow this if you want, but you can’t lose it…I have all the movies, too…maybe we can watch one tonight with mom?”

Killian smiled as he reached up and gently nuzzled his head.  “I’d like that, my boy.”

Emma smiled softly as she placed a hand over her fluttering heart.  It was such a sweet, fatherly gesture that it made her eyes start to sting because although Neal was gone…Henry still deserved that father figure in his life and it was clear Killian wanted the job.

She started to say something, to tell them they needed to get back to work, but she just couldn’t do it.  So, with a soft smile she slowly slipped away and the sound of Henry’s joyous laughter, followed by Killian’s deep chuckle made her feel like the luckiest woman in the world.


As You Wish

New places, new life. You hated it. Being ripped away from everyone you loved, family, the few friends you actually had, your home. All for the accolades of a prestigious school that your parents sent you to, far away from everything. 

You had your own apartment, didn’t know how to get around, and had about two boxes unpacked for the day. It was late in the night, but you were determined to get one more box unpacked before you retired to bed. 

You shuffled through the boxes, trying to decide which was most important. Kitchen items were probably needed if you planned on eating tomorrow, so you picked up a random box off the floor and placed it on your kitchen counter. 

Everything echoed in your empty apartment, leaving the silence to fill your thoughts with the same emptiness as your apartment. There was silverware and dishes everywhere. 

You had no organizational system whatsoever, so the unpacking that you had started, ended up being completely chaotic. In order to find organizers for drawers, you had to open another box. If you had to open another box it would probably drive you insane. 

Looking around at the mess of cups you started scanning to find a mug for some tea. Something glistened in the corner of your eye, a golden…cup? It caught your attention immediately because you recognized it. A little trinket that you remembered from your grandmother’s house before she passed away. 

The little trinket that she told you to never touch. And here it was. You forgot about the mug you were looking for and instead you found your hands reaching out to touch what looked like a gravy pot. 

It shined gold, revealing your disheveled hair and tired eyes in it’s reflection. Your thumb gently traced the lid, smoothing over the cool metal. Suddenly, the piece began vibrating in your had, causing you to flinch back and drop it to the floor. But it didn’t exactly hit the floor like you expected. 

Puffs of grey smoke emitted in a large cloud, followed by coughing from you…and another. 

“Can’t you recognize a genie lamp when you see one? Did you really have to drop me?” 

The smoke cleared, but the voice did not. A boy, clothed in dated attire and a scruffy brown head of hair. He said…genie lamp; a boy emerged from your grandmother’s golden trinket. 

Maybe it was the emotional turmoil from the move, or the physical exhaustion from unpacking, but your body decided to fail you and met the cold hard floor. 

“Great, she’s a fainter.” The boy muttered, all used to the situation of a new master. Your boy was in pain, bruised from passing out. The lights on your apartment were still on, and the first thing you heard was the clattering of boxes and, “Finally! I was getting so bored!” 

It was the same voice as before, meaning the whole thing wasn’t just a crazy dream. Your eyes adjusted to his face. He looked…human. No blue skin, no floating, no tail. He looked like an innocent little kitten with that scrunched up face. 

And he also had emptied out every single one of your boxes and its content spread across the floor in a big mess. 

“Who are you?!” He tossed a stuffed animal onto the floor and turned to you. 

“Well you kind of passed out before I could get to that.” He drawled on as if reading a script, almost annoyed by the whole thing. 

“My name is Jongdae. You should know how these things work. Three wishes, no love, death on a person, or more wishes. Blah…blah…blah.” 

His eyes roamed over the mess he made, kicked stuff out of his way. Something that sounded breakable clattered on the ground, causing you to reach out and hiss. 

Jongdae turned back to you this time tilting his head to the side and studying your face. 

He scoffed in surprise, “You really do look like her.” 

You scrunched up your face in confusion. “Excuse me?” 

“Hmm? Oh, your grandmother.” 

“You knew my grandmother?” 

He chuckled. “And heard every time she told you not to touch me. Who do you think is responsible for your mother?” 


“What?! No, no!” He rolled his eyes and thought how a girl could be so dimwitted…but…cute at the same time. “She wished for a child. I granted her wish.” 

Was he really telling the truth? Genies were a fairy tale, just a part of fantasy. But then again, that wouldn’t explain why he appeared out of one of your grandmothers things, or that he said you looked like her. 

You had seen pictures of her when she was younger. And you had carried quite the resemblance. But you still needed proof. And because you were staring right at him, right at the clothes that looked like they belonged in an old black and white film, it was honestly the first thing that popped into your head. 

“I wish you were wearing modern clothes!” Your wish came spilling out of your mouth, and you weren’t sure why. You were almost desperate to see if he was actually telling the truth or not. 

With a snap of his fingers, his dated attire was replaced with a different set of clothes. A simple gray and yellow jacket, a plain t-shirt, and tight jeans transformed the already handsome man, well…genie before you. 

“You know I don’t think you understand how this whole thing works. You’re supposed to wish for you, not me.” He clicked his tongue and wrote a checkmark in the air. 

“2 left. Make them count.” 

It was strange. The whole 3 wishes, now 2 in your case, was always one of those icebreaker things you did in groups, just for fun. They were never actually serious, just a fun fantasy. 

Now that you were faced with that reality, your mind was completely blank and you faltered. “I don’t…know.” 

Jongdae was surprised. Genuinely surprised. Every human he had ever met knew exactly what they wanted. Fame, beauty, success, all selfish things that benefited no one but themselves. 

The only two who exceeded that was your grandmother, and now you. With most, it would take about 15b minutes for a person to decide what they wished for. 

But Jongdae was actually able to form a friendship with your grandmother, he felt good for making her happy, he felt honored when her and her husband asked him to be there when your mother was born. 

Even your grandmother knew what she wanted, but Jongdae never considered those things to be particularly selfish. She wanted a family, she wanted her husband to be cured of his illness, and she wanted to have a good life. Those weren’t necessarily bad things. 

You? He couldn’t believe someone actually didn’t know what they wanted. 

“You don’t know? Just pick something! You can have practically anything in the world!” 

You just shrugged. You really didn’t know what you wanted. Anything really did mean anything. That was incredibly intimidating. And it was making Jongdae frustrated. 

“Well that’s just great. I’m stuck with you until you decide!” You frowned at him. 

“You aren’t very nice for a genie.” 

“Yeah, well you’re not very normal either.” You groaned, stomping out of the living room, avoiding the mess he made and found yourself in your new bedroom. 

Grabbing an extra blanket and pillow, you headed back out to find Jongdae already passed out on the couch. You scoffed, that was certainly fast. You carefully pulled his head up and placed the pillow under him, and gently draped the blanket over him. 

Getting a better chance to stare at his face, he was probably the most handsome genie ever. You weren’t sure how long you ended up staring, but your eyes soon drifted as well. 

You expected to wake up still on the floor, but were surprised to find yourself under the warm covers of your bed. You slowly got up, recalling the events of the night before. 

As you walked down the hallway, you peered into the living room to find it spotless. Maybe it all was a dream. 

“You’re welcome.” His sudden voice made you scream. He didn’t seem too shocked though. 

“I put away all of your stuff, you have too much.” It was then that you noticed your living room wasn’t just spotless; there were absolutely no boxes in sight. 

All of your decorations were thoughtfully put all around, silverware and dishes organized in cupboards and drawers, furniture arranged in a more convenient way. You looked over at Jongdae who looked much too proud of what he did. 


“Genies don’t sleep much. I’m banished to a tiny lamp and get bored easily.” He plopped down on the couch and kicked his feet back. 

“So are you going to decide what to wish for yet?” 

“It’s not that easy!” 

“It was for everyone else.” He commented, grabbing the TV remote and flipping the device on. 

“Well what did everyone else wish for?” You sat on a chair adjacent to him, folding your legs and turned toward the TV. 

“Seriously? Money, fame, success, talent.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Those are all boring.” 

“At least you don’t have to grant them.” He muttered, gluing his eyes to the TV. Both of you were unaware of each other’s attempt to stop staring. 

You wanted to stare at him; he wanted to stare at you. The attraction felt strange, but good. You wanted to know more about him, and instead of asking for a wish, you asked more about him. 

How long he had lived, if he started out as a genie, the best and the worst wishes he granted, where he has been. You just started talking, and it went on for hours. 

You laughed at all of his stories, told some stories of your own, when it got you thinking about a wish. Jongdae didn’t seem like the type to trick you into wishing something you didn’t want. 

“I…have a wish.” You were hesitant. It sounded weird, almost like you were asking for a favor. A wave of emotion washed over Jongdae as you asked. It was disappointment. 

For a moment, he felt like everything was normal, like he wasn’t required to do his job. “Shoot.” 

“I wish I could look back on all my memories. Childhood, middle school. Everything.” He nodded, interested in a new type of wish he had never had before. 

With a snap of his finger, everything display before you on the TV. You asked if he could skip around, watching your memories of when you first walked, your first word, when you started making friends. 

You demanded that he skipped the awkward days, blocking the TV so that he wouldn’t see the brace-face glasses nerd you were. It was strange as you watched, how you changed as a person throughout your whole life. 

Jongdae was as equally fascinated. First, a person had never asked for something even remotely close to that before. Second, he was able to learn who you were, see embarrassing things of your past, watch you grow up. 

It almost felt like he was growing up with you. Everything up to the past year was shown to you, filling you with a wonderful kind of nostalgia. Once it was over, you turned back to him, and he drew another check in the air. 

“1 left.” A thought came to you, you only had 1 more wish. 

“Jongdae?” He looked up at you after zoning out for a second. 

“What…happens to you after my last wish?” His eyes glazed over in sadness, which he immediately tried to cover up. 

“I got back in there.” He pointed to his lamp. “The lamp disappears somewhere else.  And I wait until someone rubs on it again. The same process over and over.” 

Your heart saddened along with his. You were starting to really like his company, already used to having him around. So you dragged it out. You told him you still didn’t know what you wanted for your last wish, and waited for weeks. 

Weeks turned into a couple months when you already started school. Jongdae was staying in the guest bedroom, but more often than not he was by your side as you slept. 

It was beyond lonely in your apartment, by yourself in your room. Jongdae agreed that it was lonely, for he knew all too well what loneliness really meant. 

This night was no different than the last. He was sound asleep, but you woke up in the middle of the night with a bad dream. He was gone, and you were alone again. 

Jongdae had a sort of bad habit of reaching out to you when he slept, and you woke up protectively wrapped in his arms, his chest against your back. He felt you shift and slowly woke up. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I had a bad dream.” You mumbled, letting his body heat radiate off of you. “Want to talk?” You shook your head, trying to let yourself fall back asleep, but you just couldn’t. 



“Do you like being a genie?” 

He sat there and thought about it. No one had ever asked him something like that. It was his nature. He didn’t know anything apart from granting someone else their own wishes. 

“Yeah, I guess. I get to give other people happiness. That face that someone makes when they are happy is priceless.” He smiled to himself, remembering your face when he granted your second wish. 

“But what about you?” You continued. 

“I don’t understand.” 

“Are you happy?” Jongdae was fully awake. He wasn’t even thinking about sleep anymore. Happy? Why was it that you kept asking questions that he never thought about? 

Then again, why wasn’t he able to answer that question? Due to recent events though…he was able to understand what happiness meant. He would watch other people be happy, so he thought he knew. 

But he didn’t fully understand until he was able to meet you. “Right now, I am.” 

Your heart fluttered at his beautiful answer. You flipped around so that you were facing him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Intimate touch was becoming less unusual between you two, both of your hearts were beating out of your chests. 

But there was comfort, there was content with being next to each other basking in each other’s warmth. And a final decision to be made. 

You decided to give yourself a full day of thoughts while you were in school. Jongdae was pretty good at entertaining himself at home, what he now called home as well. 

He picked you up from school and walked you home, making meaningful conversations. He offered to make you a snack, while your heart was pounding violently. 

Jongdae was happy. He decided it when he woke up, he was really happy. And he would do everything to make you just as happy, including another word he hadn’t experienced in his entire life. He was learning to love. 

As he hummed to himself he heard your beautiful voice call him from behind. He turned to you with a smile, but that smile fell instantly. You looked scared as you were holding his lamp. 

Guilty almost. His heart began to hurt, he knew things were too good to be true. 

“I want to make my last wish.” You said confidently. Somewhere in the middle you both met each other, he held his lamp delicately. He only looked down at it. He was afraid if he looked at you, he would break out with emotion. 


“Shoot.” He whispered. He didn’t hear any words though, as you tiptoed with your hands pulling his face down. His lamp clattered to the ground as his lips met yours, as you pressed your body against his. 

Your lips were soft, but wonderful at the same time. He took a step forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, returning the kiss and letting his eyes fall closed. 

You moved in synchrony, only pulling back to take a quick breath. But you were the first one to pull back, because you knew what had to be done. Tears were forming in Jongdae’s eyes. 

He didn’t want to leave you, he wanted to love you. 

“Jongdae I wish you were human.” His mouth fell open, and you watched a tear fall from his eyes. He looked down at his lamp, and so did you. It started shaking, until it disappeared in front of your eyes. 

There was a big smile on your face but it was soon wiped away because Jongdae’s lips found yours once again. He kissed you like his life depended on it, and you kissed back with just as much fervor. 

He broke the kiss and engulfed you in his arms, squeezing you tight. “Can I have one more wish?” Your muffled voice came through against his chest. 

“Anything, baby.” 

You looked up at him. “Stay with me?” 

He kissed your forehead, then rested his against yours. “As you wish.”

Happy Birthday Kim Jongdae, our beautiful Chenchen