flatpack

Dubbelsäng Does Not Mean Twin

Written for NurseyDex Week Day 2: Bedsharing and Room Sharing

Nursey/Dex Week: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7

(Read on AO3)

Nursey is standing in the middle of the room staring at the box that just came in from IKEA. When they had argued about furnishing their new shared room, he had told Dex a million times that he could be trusted with the simple task of ordering them bunk beds. Only an idiot could screw it up.

Derek Malik Nurse was that idiot.

Somehow the bunk beds he had ordered were transformed into a queen sized bed, that was flatpacked and staring Nursey right in the face. Dex was going to kill him.

Grabbing his phone, the D-man dials the customer care number he found online and begins the waiting process to speak to a human, pacing the room as he waits. He has one day before Dex comes - he can totally fix this. Right?

An hour later, Derek is finally on the line with a human, being informed that while he could return the queen bed today, he’d have to wait two months to have the model he wanted delivered - it was on backorder and the IKEA outside of Boston was all out of stock. Hanging up, he begins to bang his head against the wall, realizing he was screwed. Better to get this over with now.

“What do you need, Nurse, that can’t wait until tomorrow?” Dex asks as he answers the call.

“So you know how I told you only an idiot could screw up a bed order? I’m that idiot,” he starts, explaining to his fellow d-man the mix up.

“But I’ll totally get an air mattress and sleep in the living room until the bunks can come in,” he assures the redhead over the line, totally hearing the other man mentally counting to ten.

“We’ve shared a bed on roadies, we can share a bed for a few months. Just try to assemble the damn thing without killing yourself, alright?” Dex finally answers, sounding exasperated.

“Umm…I’ll get Chowder to help.”

“Brilliant idea, Nursey,” he mumbles, before hanging up the phone.

Keep reading

Hold Me?

It’s been a while. I have had lots of uni work, and I’ve also been doing some other stuff I need to do, but I have an update for you today. Please read the warnings on this one, just in case. There is nothing too detailed, but I would hate to cause anyone pain.

Wanda is a very important member of the Avengers, and I haven’t written much for her yet, so this one is for her. I hope you like it, and if you have any feedback, please let me know!!!

WARNINGS- BRIEF MENTION OF SELF HARM, BRIEF MENTION OF SUICIDE

TIMELINE- 2015

~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~¤~

Two weeks after Sokovia, the new Avengers compound was ready to move into. Tony had been preparing it just in case for a while. The moving process was frustrating, but everyone did their best to help, and it provided Wanda with a distraction.

You sensed a small amount of comfort as she considered how to decorate her room. It had been a long time since she had had a home. Then the grief and guilt. Could she ever consider anywhere home without Pietro?

You understood how she felt. Making a home for yourself with Steve had been… well, it was hard to describe. Without Bucky, you had felt you could never had a home again. But that wasn’t fair to Steve, who had always done his best for you. Then one day you woke up, the smell of slightly overcooked pancakes wafting in from the kitchen, and you just knew that you were home. And you felt a fresh wave of grief as you realised you were one step further from your husband.

You turned to watch as Steve and Bucky maneuvered your flatpacked bed into the new apartment, weaving around boxes, unconstructed furniture, and the utter chaos of moving day, and you were once again struck by how lucky you were to have him back in your life, even if he wasn’t quite the same.

Wanda would never have that…

You left your apartment wordlessly, shaking your head as you heard Steve and Bucky arguing about the best way to construct the bed, and turned the corner.

Despite only being three floors tall, the new Avengers compound was only slightly smaller than the Tower had been. It was a very spacious facility. You knew all of the apartments were on the third floor, but you had to focus in on Wanda to find hers. There were just so many doors and corridors.

When you were confident that you were standing in front of the right door, you knocked quietly. There was tension, and then Wanda opened the door a crack to peer out at you. She had been crying.

“Hi Wanda… I was just wondering if you… needed some help?” You muttered awkwardly. Your relationship with Wanda was still very new, and you couldn’t easily forget how she had hurt all of your loved ones. You didn’t blame her, but you hadn’t yet forgotten. And you knew she hadn’t either.

“Uh. I’m mostly unpacked. I don’t own much. But, you can help me arrange knick knacks if you’d like,” she replied, opening the door wider.

You smiled and walked past her into her apartment. It was smaller than the one that you and Bucky had taken up residence in. She had her living room, bathroom, bedroom, and small kitchen.

“It is all I need,” Wanda explained, as if she knew what you were thinking. And of course she did. You were not used to being on the receiving end of enhanced insight. It was interesting.

“It’s beautiful,” you replied warmly. Wanda smiled weakly, and went back to setting up her figures and photos on her mantlepiece.

“What do you need me to do?” You asked, though you thought you knew the answer.

“Just… having you here helps a little bit…”

You nodded, and approached her near the mantlepiece, not getting too close. You didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. You wished you could rifle through your memories, to find a comforting one and ease some of her pain, but you knew you couldn’t. She had to feel the pain, and over time, it would feel less and less like a sword in the heart, and more like the dull ache the sword had left behind. It would never get easier. But that was how it had to be.

You focused instead on not allowing her agony to consume you, so that you wouldn’t amplify it back to her, and gingerly got to work straightening things up. Your attention was drawn to a photograph of a small, blonde boy.

“That’s Pietro, when we were five years old,” Wanda smiled sadly, looking at the photograph over your shoulder. “That was a fun day. Our family did not have much money, but every year we went to the local fare. It wasn’t very big, but everyone forgot their troubles for a single day, and got together to celebrate what we had. It was our favourite day of the year, even above our birthday.”

“That sounds like fun,” you replied, carefully placing the photo down, and making sure it faced into the living room at a good angle. You knew the importance of photos.

“It was,” Wanda said. For a moment, there was a small flicker of joy, quickly extinguished by the knowledge that she would never experience another day like that with her brother.

You turned to face her head on, and she looked at you sadly.

“It hurts so much (Y/N). I don’t know what to do… what do I do? What did you do?” She asked with quiet desperation.

“I really don’t suggest that you do some of what I did. If you want to know though, you can look.”

“You… you would let me do that?” Wanda asked, taken aback.

“Yes. Maybe there is something in there you’ll find helpful. But, you may not find the answer you need either. Just, whatever you see, keep it between us?”

“Of course (Y/N). Of course…”

You held your breath as Wanda reached out to touch your temples. You were taken back to your days in the 20th century, just after losing Bucky. It was as if you were experiencing a clip show of the worst moments of your life.

Steve telling you that Bucky was gone. The funeral. The first time you cut yourself to ease the pain, and the many subsequent times. Putting the plane into the ice, hoping to see Bucky again when you died. Waking up without him. Throwing yourself into work. Helping your loved ones. The nightmares. Visiting his grave. The man with the flowers. Finding the photo from your wedding. Realising that with each breath you took, he was further and further behind you. Getting Bucky back, and realising you may never truly get him back.

Wanda pulled away from you, shaky, with tears in her eyes. Your heart ached at the reminders of all you had been through.

“I’m sorry Wanda, maybe that wasn’t a good idea,” you whispered. You couldn’t decide if you meant it wasn’t a good idea for her, or for yourself.

“No, it was helpful. I know what to do now,” Wanda replied, calming herself.

“You do?” You hoped it wasn’t anything self destructive.

“Yes. I need to stop hoping for the pain to just disappear. I need to find my place in the world without him… will you… help me?” She asked, hugging herself.

“Of course Wanda. Anything you need,” you answered, trying to put your grief stricken history out of your mind.

“Would you… would you hold me?” Wanda asked awkwardly.

Without a word, you strode over to her and wrapped her safely in your arms. She began to wail. When she could no longer hold herself up, you allowed her to sink to her knees, and you followed, arms never leaving her. You couldn’t stop yourself from drowning in her grief with her.

You both stayed together, crying on her floor, for a very long time.

TAGLIST

@justareader @kissofvenom922 @writingruna @fandomsareforlosers
@dont-speak-just-read @annadier @anya-lv @w1nt3r-st0rm @raddadalecki @beccaanne814-blog @izzy-obwan @katbird787 @lorinicole @denisa-lata @tigerb103 @strategicscientificreserve @sebastian-bucky-stan @avengerofyourheart @the-silver-iris @shamvictoria11 @howdoesoneadult @blue1928 @sgtjamesbuchananbarnes107th @thisisthelilith @aussievinegar @iwillbeinmynest @tattoedpedsnurse @jrubalcaba @cookiedough1830 @stilldontknowhoiam @oh-soldier-my-soldier @missmotherhen @jasmins3 @buckysberrie @buckywiththegoodheart @bellenuit45 @chrixa @cornflax01 @elwenia @kenobi-and-barnes @gondorgirl01 @girlwith100names @justcallmesweets @writingimaginesfornoreason @sammysgirl1997

anonymous asked:

Ignoring all of the current happenings on emmerdale, Could write some about Aaron finding a "hidden talent" of Robert's like drawing or something when they're unpacking at the mill. That would be awesome!

this was so fun to write anon, omg! thank you for sending me this, and i hope you enjoy.

hidden talents

Move in day had been exciting. They’d had their families around, and Vic had cooked up a storm, and Robert had insisted on cracking out a bottle of champagne, and they’d all celebrated the start of their new life, in their new home.

The days that followed had been a comedown. Liv had just about unpacked her own bedroom before she’d gotten bored, skiving off to Gabby’s and leaving him and Robert to do all the work.

Aaron never wanted to see a piece of flatpack furniture again as long as he lived. Robert had picked out most of the furniture, an expensive sofa and armchair set in their living room, a solid oak dining table that he refused to tell Aaron the price of pride of place in the kitchen.

For cupboards and such, they’d gone the ikea route, and Robert was the definition of useless. Aaron had left him to unpack the insane amount of boxes they’d accumulated in their time living at the Woolpack, and he’d put together boxes of furniture.

It had been incredibly boring, but it was done now, and he made his way upstairs to help Robert unpack their stuff. The downstairs was mostly finished, leaving their own room to be done, and well - their room and the most stuff.

Robert was a materialistic person at times, no matter how much he denied it, and he owned a lot of things. Boxes they’d never even managed to unpack at the Woolpack adorned the floor of their new room, and Robert was in the midst of it all, organising their wardrobe and chest of drawers.

Aaron raised an eyebrow as he realised Robert was actually hanging things by colour, but didn’t say anything. “What can I do?” he asked, peeking into one of the cardboard boxes, a pile of shoes inside.

“Just grab a box.” Robert shrugged. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt of Aaron’s, his hair messy and not styled, looking more casual than Aaron was used to seeing him.

Even after all this time, he was still learning there was new sides to Robert. He liked this version, the Robert who was wearing an old pair of converse, happy to spend hours cleaning and unpacking, blasting the top forty from the bluetooth speakers he’d spent a fortune installing.

For parties, apparently.

Aaron opened the box closest to him, realising it was a box of Robert’s random crap. Before he could ask where Robert wanted to put all his previous comic books and novels, Aaron spotted a sketchbook.

Curious, he opened it, eyes widening as he looked at the drawings. The first was one of Emmerdale itself, a pencil drawing of the Woolpack, a few indistinguishable figures sitting outside the pub, pint glasses in their hastily sketched hands.

The next was of Victoria, sunglasses perched on her nose, Robert’s sister drawn sitting in her garden, a glass of wine in hand. The drawing was in colour this time, neat pencil strokes capturing Victoria’s bright smile and the colourful garden at Keepers.

Aaron’s breath hitched in his throat as he looked at the next drawing. It was of him, the surroundings he had been drawn in vaguely familiar. It was the first hotel they’d stayed at, during the affair.

Aaron was bundled up in a dressing gown, a coffee in hand, giving Robert an unimpressed look. It was strange, the drawing seemed to capture every inch of him perfectly, down to his fluffy bed hair, the bright blue of Aaron’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Robert’s voice drew him out of his stupor, and Aaron held up the sketchbook.

“I didn’t know you could draw.”

Keep reading

archiveofourown.org
Screwed Up 1/1 (White Rose Fanfiction)

Title: Screwed Up 1/1
Word Count: 2,976
Fandom: RWBY
Characters: Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee
Pairing: Ruby/Weiss (White Rose, established)
Rating: Teen
Summary: Ruby and Weiss move into their new apartment in Vale to help with the CCT recovery. Forget the creatures of Grimm - as far as Weiss is concerned, flatpack is as evil as it comes.

Ruby’s breath was a rasp by the time she skidded to a halt outside the apartment complex in downtown Vale, her sneakers squeaking and slipping on the damp, cracked pavement amongst all the stray rose petals. Yelping, she pitched forward half a step, the cardboard pizza boxes stacked in her arms collapsing dangerously beneath her grasp as she only barely kept her balance.

Heaving a sigh of relief and glad she hadn’t monumentally messed up dinner, Ruby reached up, pulling her earbuds out mid-song and shoving them back into her pocket in a tangled snarl. Her risk with the semblance-boosted run had paid off! The pizza was still hot, at least judging by the bottom of the box, and that would totally impress Weiss, right?

For @white-rose-week!

anonymous asked:

48 evak

hey! thanks for sending this pal! hope its good enough! its set right back when they first moved into their house :D

ok listen this is totally inspired by dan and phil but dont tell anyone ok? ok

48) “Boo.”

Isak isn’t quite sure how, in an apartment with only 3 rooms, he’s lost his boyfriend.

They moved in yesterday, and Even has already wandered off somewhere, when he was supposed to be helping Isak build their new wardrobe. It’s a two person job, and moving in with your new boyfriend means you’re supposed to build frustrating flatpack ikea furniture together.

“Even?” he calls, wondering why on Earth he thinks that’ll work, when his boyfriend is nowhere to be seen inside their tiny apartment.

Isak thinks he’s probably sneaked out to get them both coffees from KB. Isak knows how it plays out, Even will return in 5 minutes, Isak will pretend to be irritated that he disappeared, and it’ll take him two sips of coffee and a few kisses for him to completely forget his annoyance.

He’s quite in love with Even, really. He lets him get away with pulling stunts like this because of it.

Isak sighs, and walks back from the kitchen into the bedroom, pausing to look at th instructions for the wardrobe. They’d pretty much finished building it, before Isak had taken a toilet break and Even had gone missing.

And then, the door of the wardrobe starts to creak open, and Isak freezes in irrational terror.

“Boo!” Even exclaims, emerging from the wrdrobe, and Isak jumps backwards, hip colliding painfully with the table behind him.

“Ow, fuck!” Isak curses. “Even!”

Even laughs, long and loud, and Isak would be in love with the sound if he weren’t so annoyed and in pain right now.

“You fucking dick!” he says, walking backwards away from Even’s outstretched arms that are ready to pull him into a hug. “That fucking hurt!”

Even tries to pull a guilty face through his laugh. “Sorry, baby,” he says, still grinning.

“Say it like you mean it next time,” Isak grumbles, and turns away, walking into the kitchen. Even follows him, puts his hands on Isak’s waist and his chin on Isak’s shoulder, and rubs a hand over Isak’s bruised hip.

“I’m really sorry, Isak,” he murmurs into his ear. “I thought it was funny.”

“I’m injured, Even,” it’s easier to pretend to be mad when Even can’t see his face. “How is that funny?”

Even presses his lips softly to the skin of Isak’s neck. “It’s not, I’m sorry, baby.”

Isak lets out a “hmph” to let Even know he’s got to do better than that.

“Let me make it up to you,” Even says, bringing his arms to wrap tightly around Isak’s waist pulling him back into him.

“How?” Isak asks, although he’s fairly sure he knows the answer.

Even hums in thought, moving his liips to press repeatedly on Isak’s cheek. “How about I start by kissing it better,” he suggests, “and we see where we go from there.”

“That could work,” Isak smiles, but he’s fairly sure it already has.

Drabble Ask Meme Fill

Requested by @mizjoely: Oh, here’s my prompt #6: You drank a gallon of milk over night 

Tom!verse; pure, unabashed fluff.  I don’t even know who I am anymore.  (Also, these are scenes that span the pregnancy, so it doesn’t fit very neatly in the chronology; some are before Janine’s visit and the very last one is after, because reasons.)

*

“You drank a gallon of milk over night,” she asked flatly.  The space where her two bottles of milk had been were now empty.  So much for that rice pudding she was going to make.  And so much for breakfast.

“Drank?  Not exactly.”

“So it was for science.”  It was always for science, not ‘I’m actually ten years old and do the first thing that strikes my fancy when I get bored,’ even if that was the more accurate descriptor.

“No, it was for the long-term psychological well-being of our child.”

“Wh—?”

Keep reading

itsyoongi  asked:

"Listen. I'm gonna need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else, okay?" + Yoongi 💕

Ary’s Drabble Bonanza: August ‘17 Edition < 005 >
Character Min Yoongi (Suga)
AU College 

“_____.” 

“What?” 

“Seriously. You’re doing this now?” 

Confused, you furrow your eyebrows, eyeing the coffee that’s starting to stain the front of Yoongi’s shirt where he’s just spat out a mouthful. 

“It’s as good a time as ever,” you reply. “If either of us put it off any longer, this shit ain’t gonna be built. Ever.” 

“Listen,” he says, putting his mug down onto the kitchen bench. “I’m gonna need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else, okay? At least throw one of my shirts on or something before you lecture me about IKEA flatpacks.” 

Keep reading

Got S7 episode 3 reactions

*SPOILERS*

Tyrion and Jon talking about Sansa!!!!!!
Tyrion: Unconsummated
Jon: OH MY GOD I DIDN’T ASK *puts hands over ears* LALALALALALA NOT LISTENING!

Davos and Jon dropping to the ground at the dragons!! Hahahaha!
Missandei’s face 😂

Melissandre actually feels genuine remorse over Shireen! GOOD SO SHE SHOULD! But I don’t hate her over it as much now! *Shireens was my worst Got death* 😭

Missandei: This is Daenerys Targaryen blah blah blah….. goes on forever!
Davos: This is Jon Snow
Jon: *gives Davos a look*
Davos: Oh yeah he’s King in the North 😂
I LOVE DAVOS! I LOVE HIM!!

“My children” Dani is the ultimate dog mum.

Dani is being mean to my Jon!

OH Theon I feel genuinely bad for him!

Euron is SO extra!

I can’t watch! I can’t watch!
What is Cercei gonna do?!?!
It’s gonna be bad isn’t it!?
The thing is whatever Cercei does isn’t even unjustified! Like what they did to Myrcella.
*literally pauses for 10 mins trying to psych myself up to watch what’s gonna happen!*
Oh ok… I THOUGHT THAT WAS GONNA BE MORE GRUESOME!!

My babies together. Getting on. Sharing some dragon glass.

I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING 😭😭😭

“What does that mean?”
I’m glad you asked Sansa cause I still have no bloody idea!??

“I Don’t know anything about that. I just started feeling better”
Oh Jorah making the jokes 😂

Wait! So all you had to do to cure INCURABLE Grey Scale was pick off some scabs and slap on a bit of moisturiser? 🤔

“I read the book and followed the instructions”
Sam would put together a mean Ikea flatpack.

If anything happens to Grey Worm so help me!

Where are they!!!???

SHIT HIGHGARDEN!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOO!!!!

OLENNA!!!!!

Ok Cercei has some strategy. Damn it!

“Tell Cercei. I want her to know it was me.”

Sassy to the end! I love her!
But she was supposed to outlast everyone! My Queen! 😭

Yeah Jaime, it wasn’t Tyrion!