I lost my little sibling in IKEA and I need your help finding them au
Davey is awkward and anxious, Jack is a child and Les is a menace. Javid au
“Davey, the meatballs!” Les exclaimed, nearly
pulling Davey’s arm from the socket as he yanked his older brother towards the
Davey glared at him and tugged Les back to his side. “Not
now. We’re here to find a desk.”
Davey rolled his eyes and continued down the aisle, dragging
his brother with him. He wasn’t thrilled to be here in the first place. IKEA
stressed Davey out with its big crowds and people milling about, sitting on the
furniture. He intended to be in and out to get his desk but his mother had
insisted he take Les along so she could do the grocery shopping in peace. Les
loved IKEA, she had said. Therein was Davey’s problem. Les would spend hours in
the store, given the chance and Davey was already starting to feel panicked
after being there five minutes.
“Hey look!” Les pointed at a bedroom display, causing Davey
to look around.
He saw an adult man jumping on the bed, much to the chagrin
of the other shoppers.
Les quickly slipped from Davey’s grasp and joined him.
“Hey there!” The guy said, grinning as he and Les caused a
“Les!” Davey pushed his way through the crowd to the side of
the bed and dragged his brother down. “You can’t do that here!”
“He’s doing it!” Les protested, pointing at the man.
“Besides, you can’t tell me what to do. You’re my brother, not my mom.”
“You’re brother sounds like a real wet blanket, kid.” The
guy still bouncing on the bed commented causally.
Davey rounded on him. “Why? Because I behave like an adult
in stores?” He snapped. “Come on Les. We’re going.”
“Bye!” Les waved as Davey dragged him away.
They went up the escalator to the office furniture displays.
Davey breathed easier as this floor was less crowded than the others.
He examined the mix and match desk frames carefully, before
finally deciding which ones he wanted.
“Okay, this is the one!” He announced, grabbing a tag for
the warehouse reference number. “We’ve gotta go to the bottom floor Les. Are
Davey broke off as he looked up and realized that his
brother was no longer at his side.
“Les? LES?” Davey’s hands began sweating as he began walking
quickly down the aisle, peering into the display rooms for any sign of his
rambunctious younger brother.”
“Les! This isn’t funny! Come out right- ooooof!”
Davey rounded a corner quickly and collided with a large
frame, stumbling backwards.
“Careful there!” The man he ran into reached out to steady
“Thanks,” Davey mumbled after regaining his footing. He
looked up. “It’s you!”
The man who had been jumping on the bed earlier grinned.
“I’m flattered that you remember.”
“Have you seen my little brother anywhere?” Davey asked,
wringing his hands. “He was right there and then he was gone and now I have to
find him in IKEA and I hate this fucking store so much and there’s so many
people and my mom is gonna kill me and-“
“Hey! Take a breath there.” The guy reached out to pat
Davey’s back. “My name is Jack and lucky for you, I have nothing better to do
today than help you hunt down your brother in IKEA. What’s your name?”
Davey took a shaky breath and counted to ten. “I’m Davey.
And my brother is Les and I really need to find him and-“
“Davey,” Jack cut in smoothly. “I said we would find him and
we will so you need to calm down. You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack.”
Davey nodded as Jack gave him a final pat on the back.
“C’mon.” Jack gestured to the escalator. “If I were a kid in
IKEA, I wouldn’t be spending my free time in the office furniture.”
“You’d be jumping on beds.” Davey mumbled as he followed
Jack down to the floor below.
“Exactly!” Jack smiled.
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Davey’s breath
caught in his chest as he looked at the sea of shoppers and thought of trying
to find his brother.
“C’mon.” Jack said quietly, grabbing Davey’s hand.
Davey looked up in surprise. Jack’s hand was warm and big
and felt really nice in Davey’s but he was still basically a stranger.
“Can’t have both of you getting lost.” Jack muttered,
Davey bit his lip in an attempt to hide his smile as Jack
guided him through the crowd, toward the model apartments.
They searched the first one with no luck. But in the second
apartment, Jack pulled back a loft bed curtain to reveal Les sitting on the futon,
playing on his game system.
“Hey guys! Davey did you know there’s wifi here?”
“What were you thinking?” Davey exploded, dragging Les off
the couch. “I couldn’t find you!”
“Well you found me now.” Les rolled his eyes.
Davey glared at him. “Les, I’m serious. You can’t just run
“I think,” Jack began. “That this would be a good time for
Les to apologize for causing his brother a lot of stress in a big, crowded
store where it would be very easy for him to search for hours by himself.”
Les had the decency to look ashamed as he scuffed the toe of
his sneaker on floor and mumbled “Sorry Davey.”
“Excellent!” Jack clapped his hands together. “Now to
celebrate the return of Les, I propose meatballs!”
“We really need to be going…” Davey said, looking uncertain.
“But Daveyyyyyyyyy!” Les whined.
“But Daveyyyyyyyyy!” Jack echoed, mimicking Les’ pout.
Davey sighed. “Really, we can’t. I have to be at work in an
hour and we still need to check out. But thank you for your help Jack.”
He turned, grabbing Les’ shoulder to steer him toward the
escalator but Jack called after him.
Davey and Les both turned as Jack hurried toward them.
“Aren’t you at least gonna take my phone number so you can
ask me on a date later?”
Davey went bright red as Les snickered.
“I… Well I mean- I think I should… I’m sorry, I didn’t… Um
here’s m-my phone. You can put it in me, I mean it! You can put it in it.”
Davey looked like he wanted the earth to open up and swallow
him whole as he handed his phone over to Jack, who merely grinned wider.
“Please call me.” He said, handing Davey’s phone back.
Jack patted Les on the shoulder and then did the same to
Davey, letting his hand linger on the older boy’s arm much long.
“Take care guys.”
“Bye Jack!” Les smiled.
“Bye Jack.” Davey blushed.
Jack gave Les a salute and Davey a wink as he turned and
headed back into the depths of IKEA.
“So that was fun.” Les wiggled his eyebrows at Davey.
Davey cuffed him on the back of the head.
“You’re an idiot.”
“But now you have a date!”
“You’re still an idiot.”
The argument didn’t end until they got home a half hour
later and Mrs. Jacobs told them both to shut up.
Okay so, starting with the basics. I like drawing on my walls. I’d rather draw on my walls than on paper or any other surface, really. I don’t know why, I just do. Maybe it’s because I can see it every day? I have no idea honestly. In any case, these are two characters from an amazing webcomic called Maggot Boy which I love really much and have read more times than I can count (I’m sort of addicted to it… This sounds creepy, wow).
hey asshole i posted the first part of my hell javid tinder au where jack texts like a terrible straight white boy and it can also be found on ao3 here
David Jacobs can’t 100% explain how he ended up pressed against his college roommate in their dorm, both peering at his phone and sortingthrough a mess of hot boys in a 50 mile radius of where they were sitting, but Davey sure wasn’t complaining.