#laundry mishaps

Don’t buy oxy clean stain remover pods for your washing machine. Just fucking don’t lmao. 10+ articles of clothing are completely ruined (between my bf and I) and we spoke to our roommate and they ruined several of his clothes too.

In case you don’t know what the issue is… look lmfao

That shit (which is supposed to dissolve fully and remove stains.. not ruin your clothes forever) ATE a hole in my pants lmao like I found a giant rock of the white substance in the pods about the size of a large marble (like 1 1/2” diameter) lodged in my pant leg and when I took it out this is what it looked like.. shit.. she literally made a nest in my pants and laid an egg lmaooo okay girl you had one job but do you I guess 🤦🏻‍♀️

This is both late and not my best work and for that I apologize.

Prompt Sixteen: (16 Dec) Mixed Laundry

Lance rubbed his eyes again, dutifully looking away from the open laundry bag in front of him as he an the bag sat on his blue bedsheets. He had always had some fascination with the color.

That's why he was slightly embarrassed to admit he had managed to fold three bright green shirts -- all of which were too small for him as well -- before noticing something was off.

There had only been one other person in the laundromat at the same time as him. That cute girl with the short hair and glasses.

The young man let a groan out and flopped back onto his bed. He had no clue hope to find that girl again, and she, presumably, had the majority of his laundry. While he had however much of hers this was... He was scared to look further into the bag.

He guessed he'd have to borrow some of Hunk's clothes today. Lance signed again, relieved not for the first time that he was fortunate enough for his best friend to be his roommate.

. . .

Pidge had too much on her plate already. Papers, mathematics, robotics, programming... The list of work she had to do was never-ending, and she had been lucky to make time to do laundry this week. She had almost gone hey third week without since she prioritized cleaning herself.

So when Pidge dumped the laundry bag full of too-big blue clothing into her small green bed, she took one look at it before sighing and moving on.

This led to her position next morning as she had to pull on a blue hoodie that could almost double as a dress for her. She stepped into some too-big boxers, having the waistline kink up when she pulled on pants and tightened the belt around her form. She rolled the ankles up, leaving her looking like some poor girl with hand-me-down clothes.

With no small amount of exasperation, Pidge went to class in some stranger's clothes.

"I’ve got a good reason, and it mostly involves laundry day and the fact that I put too much soap in and then the clothes I was in got wet and soapy so I left them in the laundry room too. And then I gave up on life and now I’m naked," he said, arm thrown over his eyes. In his defense he was lying on the blanket and not the couch itself.

Derek arched a brow at the explanation. That seemed a touch ridiculous. But this was Stiles after all.

Switch laundry from the washer to the dryer, and I hear plastic hit the floor. Instantly, I'm thinking "oh god, oh god, no, dammit, its brand new."

My Pokewalker is laying on the floor, water logged.

Now, back in February, I left it at a friends house. I wasn't told the story, but it ended up getting broken (I'm not angry, I mean, its easily replaceable) but the person responsible said they'd replace it. And they did.

I got my new one in May, I believe. I was excited, because I found out that I didn't lose my Pokemon (a level 13 Hoppip that I was leveling up for a boss fight that I ended up fighting without it). I reset it and carried it every day, no matter where I went. It would sit in my shoe, in my pocket, or in my bag, every where.

Including to work. I keep it in my pocket while I'm walking, skipping, and bouncing around behind the counter. 

And I didn't take it out last night.

And I put my pants in the washer about an hour ago.

So now, my poor little device is sitting in an airtight bag of rice - a trick I learned from my mother when I dropped a phone in the sink while doing dishes.