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flatpackking · 1 year ago

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Furniture Installation: Expert Tips and Tricks for a Seamless Experience

Are you looking to give your living space a fresh new look with some new furniture pieces? Congratulations! There's nothing quite like the feeling of transforming your home with beautiful and functional furniture. However, the process of furniture installation can sometimes be daunting, especially if you're tackling it on your own. But fear not! In this comprehensive guide, we'll walk you through everything you need to know to ensure a seamless furniture installation experience. From preparation to assembly and placement, we've got you covered. So let's dive in!

Planning and Preparation

Before diving headfirst into furniture installation, it's essential to have a solid plan in place. Start by measuring the dimensions of your space and the furniture pieces you intend to install. This step is crucial to ensure that your furniture fits perfectly and allows for comfortable movement around the room. Additionally, consider the layout and flow of the room to determine the optimal placement of each piece.

Gather the Right Tools

Having the right tools on hand can make all the difference when it comes to furniture installation. Some essential tools you may need include a screwdriver, hammer, drill, level, and tape measure. Make sure to gather all necessary tools before starting the installation process to avoid any unnecessary delays.

Assembly Tips

If your furniture requires assembly, don't panic! Most modern furniture pieces come with detailed instructions that make assembly a breeze. Start by carefully reading through the instructions and organizing all the parts and hardware. Take your time during assembly to ensure each step is completed accurately, and don't hesitate to seek assistance if needed.

Safety First

Safety should always be a top priority during furniture installation. Make sure to follow all safety guidelines provided by the manufacturer, especially when using power tools or handling heavy furniture pieces. Additionally, consider enlisting the help of a friend or family member for lifting and maneuvering large items to prevent injuries.

Placement and Arrangement

Once your furniture is assembled, it's time to focus on placement and arrangement. Consider the function of each piece and how it will contribute to the overall aesthetic of the room. Experiment with different layouts and configurations until you find the perfect arrangement that suits your style and lifestyle.

Finishing Touches

After the furniture is in place, don't forget about the finishing touches that tie the room together. Add decorative accents such as throw pillows, rugs, and artwork to enhance the visual appeal of your space. Additionally, consider incorporating functional elements like storage baskets or trays to keep clutter at bay.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q: How long does it take to install furniture?

A: The time required for furniture installation varies depending on the complexity of the pieces and your level of experience. It can range from a few minutes for simple items to several hours for more intricate pieces.

Q: Do I need special tools for furniture installation?

A: While basic tools like a screwdriver and hammer are often sufficient for simple installations, some furniture pieces may require additional tools such as a drill or Allen wrench.

Q: Can I install furniture by myself, or do I need professional help?

A: Many furniture pieces come with detailed instructions that make self-installation possible. However, for larger or more complex items, it may be beneficial to enlist the help of a professional to ensure proper assembly and placement.

Q: How do I ensure that the furniture fits in my space?

A: Before purchasing furniture, measure the dimensions of your space and compare them to the dimensions of the furniture pieces. This will help ensure a proper fit and prevent any unexpected surprises during installation.

Conclusion

In conclusion, furniture installation doesn't have to be a stressful or overwhelming experience. With careful planning, the right tools, and attention to detail, you can achieve a seamless installation process that brings your vision to life. Whether you're tackling the project solo or enlisting the help of professionals, following these expert tips and tricks will ensure that your furniture installation is a success. So roll up your sleeves, gather your tools, and get ready to transform your living space with beautiful new furniture!

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alinathinkstoomuch · 4 months ago

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Filthy Flat-Pack Thoughts

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader summary: you had taken the day off to get yourself settled into your new apartment, not expecting hotch to show up at your door and offer a hand. warnings: suggestive, reader basically shoves her tits in hotch's face (you go girl!), hotch also catches reader in a towel, hotch being a gentleman (though not too gentlemanly because there's a filthy part two coming), like one cuss word, alcohol consumption. word count: 3.5k part 2 can be found here ✧ masterlist

You were pretty sure you’d maxed out every cuss word under the sun. If you spoke another language, you’d have burned through those swear words too. Guns? No problem. Paperwork? Manageable. Serial killers? Routine. But flat–pack furniture? That was where you met your match.

You had taken Friday off, thanks to your wonderful boss, who’d graciously allowed you the day. It had been a slow week, so you weren’t missing much – except your sanity. Because this damn bookshelf was out to get you.

The screw had slipped off the drill, skidded across the floor, and promptly disappeared into the abyss under your couch. Instead of hunting for it, you sighed, took another sip of your generously poured wine, and made a mental note to buy your new neighbours a bottle as an apology for all the yelling.

Just as you contemplated abandoning the bookshelf entirely and living amongst the scattered wooden panels like some modern art installation, there was a sharp knock at the door. You frowned, glancing at the time. You weren’t expecting anyone. In fact, barely anyone even had your new address.

Pulling open the door, you blinked up at Aaron Hotchner. Dressed in his usual suit, case file in hand, looking every bit the no–nonsense boss he was. Except instead of standing in the BAU bullpen, he was at your doorstep.

“Hotch? How did you –”

“Garcia,” he answered before you could finish.

Of course.

Your gaze dropped to the file in his hand, and you raised a brow. “This your version of a housewarming gift?”

“Consider it a reminder that work doesn’t stop just because you took the day off.” His voice was dry, but there was something in his expression – something amused – as his eyes trailed behind you.

He took in the mess of furniture, the scattered tools, the half–built bookshelf that somehow looked less assembled than when it arrived.

His lips twitched. “Do you need a hand?”

You needed his two hands somewhere where they weren’t supposed to be.

You cleared your throat, leaning against the doorframe like you weren’t having wildly inappropriate thoughts about your boss in the middle of your living room. It had to be the wine. Definitely the wine.

“I don’t know, Hotch. You any good with a drill?”

“I’m good with my hands.”

Your brain promptly short–circuited.

The squeak that slipped out of your mouth was completely involuntary and you just about covered it with a cough. Nope. No more wine. Never again.

He let the words hang there for half a second longer than necessary before stepping inside like he hadn’t just knocked the air from your lungs.

You shut the door behind him, barely registering the click as his gaze swept over the apartment, but you were too busy noticing something else entirely.

Like the fact that you were in nothing but leggings and a camisole. No bra. And the sudden draft from the door being open had done absolutely nothing to help your situation. Which was completely at odds with the heat now swimming under your skin as you watched Hotch – your boss – shrug off his jacket and roll up his sleeves with ease.

You stared. Really stared.

At his arms. At the way his fingers flexed as he pushed his sleeves up, forearms tensing, veins standing out in a way that was doing something entirely inappropriate to your already scattered thoughts.

You swallowed.

This was fine.

Totally fine.

Expect that was a lie. Because watching Aaron Hotchner, sleeves rolled up, tie slightly loosened, looking every bit the effortlessly competent man he was, was decidedly not fine.

“I assume this is supposed to resemble a bookshelf,” he mused, flipping through the instruction manual like it was a case file.

“That was the goal, yeah,” you muttered, trying not to hyper–fixate on the way he picked up a screwdriver.

“You were using the wrong screws,” he said matter–of–factly, turning the page and pointing to a very clear, very obvious diagram.

You crossed your arms. “No, I wasn’t.”

His expression didn’t change as he simply rotated the manual toward you.

You squinted.

Oh.

“Alright, maybe I was.”

He hummed in response, neither confirming nor denying your admission of defeat and got to work.

You sank onto the floor beside him, grabbing a stray screw in a desperate attempt to act normal. “So,” you began, determined to break whatever spell was settling between you, “is this why you really came by? To drop off paperwork and get roped into manual labour?”

He didn’t look up, but you caught the way his mouth quirked. “Would you believe me if I said yes?”

“No.”

His fingers paused before he resumed turning the screwdriver. “Garcia worries,” he admitted.

You scoffed. “Garcia meddles.”

“She was concerned about you being here alone.”

“I am an FBI agent, you know. I can handle a bookshelf.”

His line of sight flicked up to you then, slow and considering. “Can you?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I don’t like what you’re implying.”

“I’m not implying anything,” he said smoothly. “I’m stating that you were using the wrong screws, the wrong drill bit, and judging by the manual placement, attempting to put one of these pieces in backwards.”

Your mouth fell open. “Okay, first of all—”

“You also swore at it,” he added, like that was solid proof of your failure.

You exhaled sharply. “You heard that?”

“I heard a lot of things.”

The way he said it sent heat creeping up the back of your neck. “Well, if you’re such an expert, feel free to take over whilst I fix myself something to drink.”

Before he could respond, you pushed yourself up and made your way to the kitchen, grabbing the already open bottle of wine and topping off your glass. Then on impulse, you poured another, just enough to finish the bottle.

You weren’t sure what possessed you to do it, but when you returned back, two glasses in hand, it felt like some sort of silent invitation you weren’t ready to acknowledge. But it was completely harmless, right?

Just a casual gesture. A simple offering to someone who had gone out of his way when he didn’t have to. You were just being a good hostess, thanking Hotch for the extra mile, when realistically, this was probably the last place he wanted to be on a Friday night.

Re–entering the living room, you set your own glass down near your spot before extending the other to him. Hotch lifted his eyes, gaze moving from the glass to your face as he raised a brow.

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Its either we share, or I’d have to admit to finishing an entire bottle of wine by myself.”

“That’s very responsible.” He took the glass, his fingers brushing yours, the contact sending something sharp skittering down your spine.

“Guess Garcia was right to send you over.”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he lifted the glass to his lips, taking a slow sip, his eyes still locked onto yours over the rim.

Your stomach flipped. No – literally flipped. It felt like an entire theme park had set up shop inside you, rollercoasters and all. You swallowed, quickly lowering yourself back onto the floor, hoping that if you focused on something else – anything else – you could push past the fuzziness you felt.

“How can I help?” you asked, forcing a casual tone as Hotch set his glass aside.

He grabbed two of the wooden panels, fingers moving with that same precise efficiency that had definitely been an unfair distraction this evening. “Hold these in place while I put the screws in.”

You nodded, shifting on your knees to get a better angle.

“Here,” he murmured, adjusting one of the panels. “You need to hold this one higher.”

You complied, stretching a little too far in the process.

And that’s when it happened.

The movement tilted your chest forward – right into his space.

You froze.

And so did he.

The shift left you practically pressing against him, your camisole offering absolutely no barrier between the fact that his face was now far too close to your very braless predicament.

You caught the exact moment he realised it.

His grip on the screwdriver faltered for half a second. His breath hitched, just barely. And then – pointedly – he moved his eyes away, jaw tightening as if sheer willpower alone could erase what had just happened.

You should have moved. Should have said something. But you didn’t. Instead, some wild, definitely tipsy, possibly reckless, part of you decided to test just how composed the great Aaron Hotchner really was.

You shifted – just slightly. “Like this?”

His knuckles were going white. “Exactly like that.”

Your stomach flipped again, your mind taking that encouragement and running it into filthy places. Your pulse pounded in your ears as you watched him. His focus was locked on the bookshelf, or at least, that’s where it was supposed to be. But the stiff set of his shoulders, the sharp exhale through his nose, the way his grip tightened just a little too much around the screwdriver – none of it was subtle.

You really should move.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he made the deliberate choice not to look at you. Your lips parted, the tease on the tip of your tongue ready to push him just a little further, but before you could say a word, he spoke first.

“Hold still,” he muttered, adjusting the panel again.

But it wasn’t just his hands that moved this time. His knuckles brushed your ribs. The touch was light – so light it could’ve been nothing. But it didn’t feel like nothing. A sharp inhale slipped past your lips, barely audible, but enough.

His reaction was instant, his head tilted up, instinctive and automatic. Expect his gaze didn’t land where it should.

It landed lower.

Again.

Right where the thin fabric of your camisole left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“Sorry,” you whispered as he quickly looked back down at his hands.

“You’re fine. Almost done.”

You should have been relieved, but you weren’t. Because now, it wasn’t just the wine that was intoxicating – it was him. The scent of his cologne, the warmth of his skin, the sheer presence of him so close. It wrapped around you, all too much and not enough at the same time, making it impossible to think about anything else.

And suddenly, the thought of him being done with this – stepping back, putting distance between you – wasn’t something you wanted at all.

So you loosened your grip.

It was cruel, really. A calculated move disguised as clumsiness, using the precariously placed bookshelf as an excuse to move closer.

The panel slipped and everything happened fast – too fast.

You gasped as it wobbled out of place, throwing off your balance. Hotch’s hands shot out at the same time yours did, but the angle, the movement, all of it caused you to lose your balance. Your knees slipped beneath you as you stumbled forward, half into his lap.

His hands caught you instinctively, one gripping your waist, the other splayed against your back. The air left your lungs in a rush—not just from the fall, but from the feel of him beneath you.

Your palms pressed against his chest, feeling the rise and fall underneath your fingers. His grip tightened just a fraction, just enough. Not pulling you closer but not pushing you away either.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The world had gone utterly still. Your hands stayed planted on his chest, his warmth seeping through the fabric, while his fingers hovered at your waist – undecided, restrained and yet so very present.

“I know what you’re doing.”

Oh no.

Heat curled in your veins, your pulse hammering so loudly it drowned out everything else. “What exactly am I doing, Hotch?”

His breath was steady. Yours was not.

And then – so slow it was torturous – his thumb brushed against your side. This time, it wasn’t accidental. It was deliberate. He traced a barely-there path against your hip at the same moment your fingers curled against his chest, the fabric of his shirt bunching up.

He knew this was wrong. Knew he should move away, put space between you, remind himself that this was a line that could not – should not – be crossed.

But he didn’t move because you weren’t moving. Because your fingers curled tighter on his shirt and he could feel your breath ghosting against his skin, because your body – so impossibly close – wasn’t retreating.

And he wasn’t sure he wanted it to.

This had started out as nothing more than a simple visit. He’d barely hesitated when you asked for the day off. It had been a quiet week and you’d had enough on your plate between cases and moving. You’d earned the time.

But when Garcia had mentioned, a little too innocently, that you’d been tackling everything alone, something shifted in him. Maybe it was the excuse he needed. Or maybe it was the way he imagined you here on your own, frustrated, stressed and something in his chest tightened too much at the thought of you struggling.

He’d told himself he was just stopping by. Just bringing the files. Just checking in.

He hadn’t expected to find you you like this.

Cheeks flushed from the wine, eyes dark and full of something unreadable, dressed in a way that left his mouth dry.

And now you were in his lap.

Your skin was warm beneath his hands, your breaths shallow, lips parted ever so slightly.

“What is it that I’m doing, Hotch?” Your voice was barely a whisper now, lashes fluttering, the barest tilt of your head closing even more of the distance between you.

He wasn’t sure if you could feel the tension humming beneath his skin. And his restraint – the control he prided himself on, the discipline he’d spent years perfecting – became a fragile, splintering thing.

If you leaned in a fraction more, there would be nothing left to stop this. He wasn’t sure if that terrified him or if it was the most tempting thought he’d ever had.

It took everything in him to fight against the impulse, to loosen his grip, to exhale sharply and force distance where there was none.

“You’ve had a long day.” His voice was rougher than he wanted it to be.

You blinked, momentarily thrown. “What?”

His hands released you.

“And you’ve had too much to drink.”

Your eyes searched his, the teasing, playful edge now gone. Replaced with something else. Frustration? Disappointment? Hurt?

That nearly destroyed him.

But he had to do this because he knew you.

He knew you’d had a long week. Knew stress pushed you toward reckless choices. Knew the wine had stripped away just enough inhibition to let you push – to let you test him, to see what he would allow.

And God help him, he wanted to give in. But not like this. Not when he wasn’t sure if you’d wake up tomorrow and regret it.

“I will finish up here. You can go and get some rest.”

He heard you exhale, saw the tension in your shoulders shift like you wanted to argue. But then you reluctantly pulled back, dragging a hand down your face as if what you had just tried to do finally settled.

“I am so sorry I don’t know what I was thi–”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s alright.”

“No it’s not alright, I–”

He said your name, stopping you before you could spiral any further. Because the last thing he wanted was for you to feel embarrassed about something you both wanted, but just couldn’t have.

“I should shower,” you muttered, not even sure if you were speaking to him or yourself.

He nodded, already shifting his attention back to the damn bookshelf, pretending to focus on something else.

Something that wasn’t you.

You hesitated in the doorway, watching as he picked up the two panels. “You really don’t have to stay. It’s late and I can finish up tomorrow.”

“I don’t mind.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, dragging your feet toward the bathroom, your body still burning not just from the heat of the moment but from the sheer embarrassment curling in your stomach like a slow, humiliating ache.

What the hell had you been thinking?

You turned the shower on, letting the sound of running water drown out the chaos of your thoughts in your head.

You knew Hotch wasn’t the kind of man to cross that line, not like that. Not with you. And yet, you had still pushed him, only to end up rejected. The memory of it made you cringe, heat rising to your cheeks again.

You stepped under the hot spray, steam curling around you, and wished you could disappear into it – dissolve into nothing and escape the hole you had just dug yourself into. You contemplated what other career paths you could take because there was no way you were walking back into the BAU on Monday morning.

It wasn’t just the rejection that stung, it was the fact that he had been right. You had been drinking. You had been stressed, exhausted and overwhelmed.

But none of those things had made you do what you did. You couldn't blame them for the way you had leaned in, for the way you had tested him, for the way you wanted him.

Because the truth was, those feelings had been festering for months.

For him.

Your boss.

And now, you had just made everything so much worse.

By the time you finally shut the shower off – and racked up a hefty water bill in the process – your body felt clean, but your thoughts were still a mess. You wrapped yourself in a towel, sighing as you reached for the door handle.

And then—

A soft click.

The sound of the front door shutting.

Your stomach twisted. Of course he had left. You swallowed hard, pushing away the sudden tightness in your chest. You gripped the edge of your towel a little tighter as you cracked the bathroom door open, stepping out into the hallway.

The apartment was quiet as you padded toward the living room, heart sinking at the sight before you. The bookshelf was finished, not a single screw out of place. And the coffee table, that was finished too, every piece perfectly assembled.

But the room was empty.

Dragging a hand through your damp hair, you turned in a slow circle, scanning for any other sign of him. But there was nothing.

It wasn’t like you expected him to stay. You had all but thrown yourself at him tonight and he had done the right thing – the gentlemanly thing – by stopping it. And yet, standing there, wrapped in nothing but your towel, your home felt emptier than it had before.

You exhaled sharply, turning back toward the bathroom, ready to put on some clothes and pretend this night never happened. But the sound of the front door swinging open caused you to spin on your heel just in time to see Hotch stepping back inside.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

First, it was him catching you without a bra, and now he had walked in on you fresh out of the shower, wrapped in nothing but a towel that barely covered anything.

The moment his gaze landed on you, his entire body went rigid. His eyes flickered downward – just for a second – before he sucked a breath in, his nostrils flaring.

He immediately looked away, clearing his throat as he shut the door behind him like this wasn't the second time tonight you'd managed to put him in an impossible situation.

"I–" He hesitated, voice tight. Too tight. "I was just taking out the rubbish."

Of course he had. Because this man was nothing if not thoughtful.

“Thank you,” you managed, fingers gripping the towel tighter, holding onto it for dear life as you shifted awkwardly. “For everything, you really didn’t have to go through all the trouble.”

He didn’t respond right away but his eyes were back on you again. You caught the way they traced the delicate slope of your collarbone, down to where a single droplet of water clung to your skin before disappearing beneath the edge of your towel.

“I – I really am sorry about earlier.”

“Don’t be. There’s nothing you need to be sorry for.”

You nodded, your line of sight drifting to where his jacket hung over the back of a chair.

It was an excuse to move. To do something other than stand there, half–naked and vulnerable under his intense stare. You grabbed it with your free hand, clutching your towel tighter with the other, and made your way over to him.

Even as you stepped closer, you felt the weight of his eyes on you–watching, tracking.

“Don’t want to forget your jacket.” You held it out to him, but when his hand reached for it, his fingers skimming yours, his attention wasn’t on the jacket.

It was on you.

“Thanks. Get some rest.”

You nodded again, lips pressing together, forcing yourself to ignore the way your pulse wouldn’t settle.

And just like that, he turned to leave, the moment passing.

Or at least, that’s what you both told yourselves.

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flatpackassembler · 2 years ago

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How to Safely Assemble Flat Pack Furniture

Flat pack furniture, or ready-to-assemble furniture is a popular choice with consumers. It is usually cheaper than solid piece furniture and provides a more diverse selection of styles.

However, the assembly process can be a bit difficult. It is important to read the instructions thoroughly, have all the parts and get help if needed.

Read the Instructions

Flat-pack furniture is more affordable than solid-piece pieces, and comes in a huge variety of sizes, shapes, and colours. However, it can be difficult to assemble and often suffers from poor quality. The instructions can be confusing and unclear, leading to mistakes such as joining pieces together in the wrong order, or left over screws.

Before you begin, read the instructions carefully to familiarise yourself with the flow of the work. Also, make sure you’ve got all the tools you need lined up in a convenient place before you start. This will save time and frustration.

It’s best to count all the small parts before beginning to avoid missing anything crucial. There is nothing worse than getting to the end of a job and discovering you’ve misplaced a vital screw. Assembling furniture is like solving a giant puzzle, so take your time and don’t rush it. If it gets too much, try to step away for a while and return with fresh eyes.

Make Sure You Have All the Parts

If you do not have all the parts you need, your assembly of flat pack furniture will be very difficult and frustrating. There is nothing worse than being half way through a piece of flat pack furniture and finding that you have a crucial part missing.

Before you start to assemble your furniture, lay out all the parts and fixings on the floor. This will prevent similar looking items from getting mixed up and allows you to check that you have everything that you need before you begin.

Ensure you have the correct tools for the job, a hammer (or rubber mallet), an electric screw driver, some screws and glue. Some pieces of flat pack furniture may require reinforcements like wood glue or construction adhesives. Having these in advance will make the job much easier. You can also hire a professional to assemble your furniture for you. Their experience will help to ensure that your piece of flat pack furniture is completed correctly and professionally.

Get Some Help

If you’re not used to assembling flat pack furniture it can take longer than expected. Often there’s a time guide at the front of the instructions which will give you an idea of how long it should take to build the item but if you have a friend or family member who does it regularly they can help you cut your build time by holding awkward bits together whilst you screw them in.

You should also make sure you have the right tools on hand to build your flat pack furniture before you start. Having a good quality power screwdriver with several different size bits in a variety of heads as well as a hammer and hex keys will help you get the job done quicker and easier.

Alternatively, if you find that building flat pack furniture fills you with dread or it’s the cause of many arguments in your household you can always pay for an experienced furniture assembly specialist to do it for you. They can save you a lot of time and stress and ensure that your furniture is built properly so that it looks good and functions as it should.

Don’t Overdo It

It can be tempting to just wing it with DIY projects, but flat pack furniture assembly is different. Manufacturers design their furnishings to be easy to assemble and predrill holes to save consumers time and money. They then package them with all the necessary parts and instructions.

It is vital to read the instructions and not skim them. If you do not take your time you could end up mixing up similar looking pieces or placing incorrect length screws in the wrong holes.

If you find yourself getting frazzled, consider asking a friend or family member to help you out. They will likely have the same goal of getting the job done as you and can provide a helping hand if needed. If things really get too much to handle, it is worth considering a flat pack furniture assembly professional. They have the right tools and know-how to get the job done quickly and efficiently.

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wolvietxt · 7 months ago

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unexpected confession prompts!

moments when the truth slips out before they can stop it, and everything feels suddenly different

🌀 it’s the middle of a heated argument, voices raised, hands gesturing wildly. suddenly, they stop mid-sentence, chest heaving. “you’re all i ever think about,” they blurt out, the anger draining from their face as if they only just realized it themselves.

🌀 you’re teasing them relentlessly, fingers brushing their arm, lips curved into a playful smile. they grab your wrist, pulling you closer until you’re practically nose to nose. “keep it up,” they murmur, voice low and rough, “and i’ll show you just how much i’ve been wanting this.”

🌀 you’re both stuck in an elevator, tense silence filling the small space. out of nowhere, they nervously start rambling about their day but end up confessing, “…and then i realized i’m in love with you.” you both stare at each other, wide-eyed, as the elevator dings and the doors open.

🌀 it's your birthday party, and they’re giving a heartfelt toast. “you’ve always been my favorite,” they say, looking directly at you with a softness in their eyes that wasn’t there before. the room goes silent, the confession hanging in the air like an electric charge.

🌀 you’re casually scrolling through old photos together, laughing at the memories. then they point to one, saying, “this was the moment i knew i loved you,” their voice soft, barely above a whisper. your heart skips a beat as you realize they’ve been holding this in for years.

🌀 it’s 4 am, and you’re both delirious with exhaustion, trying to assemble a piece of flat-pack furniture. between the chaos and laughter, they suddenly say, “i love you more than i hate this stupid shelf.” it takes you a moment to realize they’re completely serious.

🌀 the confession slips out in the middle of a mundane conversation, like they just can’t hold it back anymore. you’re discussing grocery lists and laundry detergent when they casually say, “by the way, i think i’m in love with you,” before going back to debating the merits of fabric softener.

🌀 you’re stuck in traffic together, both of you getting increasingly annoyed. without thinking, they hit the steering wheel in frustration and yell, “i hate this! …but not as much as i hate pretending i don’t love you.” it’s a confession wrapped in irritation, as raw as it gets.

🌀 it happens during a game of truth or dare, the lights dimmed, everyone gathered in a circle. someone asks them the most dreaded question: “who do you like?” there’s a long pause before they finally look directly at you, eyes unflinching, and say your name.

🌀 you’re working together late into the night, the room lit only by your laptop screens. the silence is broken when they absentmindedly say, “if i die first, just know i’ve been in love with you.” they brush it off as a joke, but there’s a flicker of truth in their eyes.

🌀 it’s raining, and you’re both huddled under a shared umbrella, racing to get home. as you laugh about being soaked, they suddenly stop in the middle of the street and pull you closer, “i don’t want this to just be friendship anymore.”

🌀 you’re playfully wrestling over the last slice of pizza, both of you laughing breathlessly. they pin you down, faces inches apart, and suddenly their laughter fades. “god, i want you,” they whisper, voice husky and eyes dark, like they’ve been holding it in forever.

🌀 you’re both tipsy at a wedding, swaying to the music. they lean in, voice almost drowned out by the noise, “i’ve been in love with you since that one time you spilled coffee on me.” you laugh it off, thinking it’s a joke, only to find them staring at you with a seriousness that steals your breath away.

🌀 it’s a text sent by mistake - meant for someone else, but sent to you. “i can’t keep pretending i don’t have feelings for them anymore. they’re everything i’ve ever wanted.” when you confront them, they go pale, realizing the confession was about you all along.

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llovephotography · 2 months ago

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Using existing fence

The customer wanted to take the fence section away in order to fit 2 storage bin enclosures. I suggested using the part of the fence to carry it through to the shed, keeping the uniformity and utilising the materials. Existing fence Finished There was already paving to assemble the 2 storage bin units. Looks good with the fence moved to the side, cut to size and fixed to existing fencing…

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sanem969 · 7 months ago

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Hassle-Free Installation: The Benefits of Choosing Assembled Flat Pack Kitchens

Kitchen renovations can often be time-consuming and costly. However, with the rise of assembled flat pack kitchens, homeowners now have a convenient, budget-friendly solution that offers both quality and style. These kitchens come ready to install, eliminating much of the hassle associated with traditional kitchen installations. Let’s delve the benefits of choosing assembled flat pack kitchens, highlighting why they are becoming a popular choice among homeowners and renovators alike.

What Are Assembled Flat Pack Kitchens?

Assembled flat pack kitchens combine the advantages of flat pack kitchens with the convenience of pre-assembled cabinets and components. While traditional flat packs come in separate pieces that require assembly, assembled flat pack kitchens arrive ready for installation, allowing you to save time and effort during the setup process. With these kitchens, the cabinets, drawers, and other components are pre-assembled, giving you the same design flexibility and affordability without the added time commitment.

Benefits of Choosing Assembled Flat Pack Kitchens

Convenient and Time-Saving

One of the main advantages of assembled flat pack kitchens is the time saved on installation. Unlike traditional flat packs, which require each component to be individually assembled, pre-assembled units can be installed directly upon arrival. This feature is particularly beneficial for those looking to complete renovations quickly or for individuals who may not have the skills or tools to assemble their kitchen.

Cost-Effective Solution

Flat pack kitchens are known for their affordability, and assembled flat pack kitchens are no different. They often cost significantly less than custom-made options, making them ideal for budget-conscious homeowners. By choosing pre-assembled flat pack kitchens, you avoid the high labour costs associated with on-site assembly while still achieving a stylish and functional kitchen at a reasonable price.

Design Flexibility

Assembled flat pack kitchens offer a range of design options, allowing you to personalise your kitchen to suit your style and needs. From modern to classic, there are various finishes, colours, and layouts to choose from. Many flat pack kitchens are modular, meaning they can be easily adjusted to fit your kitchen’s unique dimensions. Whether you’re dealing with a small space or a large open-plan kitchen, these flexible options make it easy to create a design that complements your home’s aesthetic.

High-Quality Materials and Construction

Many people assume that assembled flat pack kitchens may lack quality due to their affordability. However, many providers offer high-quality options made from durable materials designed to withstand everyday use. Pre-assembled units are built with precision, ensuring that all joints, hinges, and drawers are properly aligned and function smoothly. This attention to detail not only improves the overall durability of the kitchen but also enhances its aesthetic appeal.

Streamlined Delivery and Installation Process

Assembled flat pack kitchens typically come with a straightforward delivery process. Because the units are pre-assembled, they are often easier to transport and can be delivered quickly to your door. Once on-site, the kitchen can be installed by a professional in a matter of hours rather than days, reducing disruption to your home.

Ease of DIY Installation

For those who enjoy DIY projects, assembled flat pack kitchens can be a rewarding and manageable task. Since the components are already assembled, all that’s required is to secure them in place, saving you from the complex steps of individual assembly. With clear instructions and minimal tools required, these kitchens offer an accessible entry point for homeowners keen to tackle their own renovations.

Conclusion

Choosing assembled flat pack kitchens provides a practical, affordable, and stylish option for those looking to upgrade their kitchen with minimal hassle. These kitchens save both time and money while offering a wide range of customisation options to suit any taste. Whether you’re renovating on a budget or looking to streamline the installation process, an assembled flat pack kitchen could be the ideal solution for achieving the kitchen of your dreams.

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flatpackguru · 8 months ago

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Flatpack Guru | Best Bespoke Joiner In Dewsbury

Flatpack Guru is a team of skilled bespoke joiners offers Furniture, Flatpack assembly and repair services in Dewsbury, Leeds, Bradford, Huddersfield, Sheffield and nearby cities. Our skilled team specializes in putting together kitchen, office, children's and outdoor furniture with utmost care to ensure that the space is functional and attractive. Moreover, we provide all-inclusive maintenance and repair services aimed at extending the durability of the furniture.

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charlesslut16 · 21 days ago

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-sharing a home forever-

summary : you and george move together into your shared apartment...

PAIRINGS : george russell x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

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The front door clicked shut behind you with a solid thud.

George exhaled dramatically and dropped the last box of items inside the doorway. “And just like that... we live together.”

You laughed loud and happily, turning in a slow circle to take it all in. Your dream apartment, which you now share with george. The apartment still echoed, your footsteps soft against the bare wood floor.

The light shone faintly above, the walls were blank, and the air smelled faintly of cardboard, fresh paint, and a little nervous excitement. A smell that you welcomed.

The whole place looked more like a moving catalog than a home — but something about it already felt like yours.

George, of course, was far too ready. He had a color-coded spreadsheet. A printed floor plan. Labels on everything. You caught a glimpse of one box marked “Living Room - Fragile - Place Second from Left Wall” and shook your head.

“Did you pack us or assemble a Formula One pit crew?”

He gave you an innocent smile. “Planning prevents panic.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re panicking.”

“I’m managing.”

You laughed and stepped closer, placing your hands on his chest. “George, the first box we open better have a kettle in it, or this relationship is already in danger.”

He pressed a hand over his heart. “I would never forget the kettle.”

True to his word, within twenty minutes, the two of you were perched on the floor, sipping mugs of tea in front of the giant living room window. The city lights blinked outside like stars caught in the wrong place.

You pulled your hoodie tighter around yourself as the breeze slipped through the open window. But shortly after, a warmth filled you as you saw the sight of george in front of you.

George leaned back on his elbows beside you, stretching out his long legs with a satisfied sigh. “We actually did it.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“We’re officially cohabiting.”

“Big word for a man who hasn’t figured out where the towels are.”

“Hey,” he shot back playfully. “I know exactly where they are. Box D7. Bathroom supplies. Top shelf.”

You blinked. “You alphabetized the boxes?”

“I am a man of order.”

You slid a hand up to cup his jaw. “You’re a man of mild insanity.”

He grinned, leaning into your touch. “And yet you chose me.”

“I must be worse off than I thought.”

Two hours later, you were building a bookshelf that had somehow become a three-person job. You and George made two. The cat you were fostering made a very unhelpful third.

“You’re not an engineer,” you said through gritted teeth as George turned the screwdriver in the wrong direction.

“I have a degree in mechanical engineering!”

“And yet the instructions clearly said two people needed, one being literate in IKEA.”

He groaned and dropped onto the floor beside you. “Okay. Maybe I’m better at cars than furniture.”

“Cars don’t come flat-packed.”

“Thankfully.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, both of you sweaty, laughing, slightly annoyed, and so happy it ached.

“Is this how it’s going to be?” he asked softly.

You turned your head. “What do you mean?”

“This… this kind of messy. You making fun of me. Me being deeply overconfident about tasks I can’t do.”

You tilted your face up to look at him, eyes warm. “I hope so.”

George looked at you like you’d hung the moon.

Then he leaned in and kissed you — the kind of kiss that said, we don’t have to be perfect; we just have to be us.

Later, when the bookshelf was finally standing (a little crooked), and you’d both changed into pajamas — him in a t-shirt and plaid sleep pants, you in his old hoodie and your bonnet tied snug — you crawled into a bed that was just a mattress on the floor.

No headboard. No decor. No rug underfoot.

And yet, George curled behind you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I like it here,” he whispered into the back of your neck.

You laced your fingers with his, pulling his arm tighter around you. “Even with the mess?”

“Because of it,” he murmured. “It’s not just a place now. It’s ours.”

You smiled in the dark.

No furniture, half the kitchen still in boxes, a cat asleep at your feet.

And still, somehow… everything was exactly where it was meant to be.

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