office benching

Lust & Errors 03 (AU)

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit smut, oral.

Summary: Step brother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

Note: Okay so, basically this chapter is the start of a lot of stuff, and I actually removed some things from this chapter and will be posting it in the next one. Simply because things will flow better with me doing that. I’m not entirely happy with this, because it’s rushed, but oh well. It’s the start of flashbacks, which I’ll be including a lot in future chaps.  “✐” means flashback and two of them means end of flashback.


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You smiled down at your result papers on your desk, a sense of pride in your chest from acing the test today. It was a nice feeling, to know your hard work payed off in some aspects of your life. But you shook your head at the negativity trying to cloud your mind, refusing to let the rejection of Choi Seunghyun’s dance academy ruin your good mood right now.

The classroom was silent as everyone mulled over their results - some students looked pleased, while others had poker faces.

A piece of paper being slipped in front of you by your left desk neighbor, Sohyun, caught your eye and you realized it was a note. After checking and making sure the teacher wasn’t paying any attention to you, you grabbed the paper and unfolded it under your desk.

tutor me babe” Was what it said, and you looked over at Sohyun in confusion, (why was she asking you to tutor her? As far as you knew, she was one of the better scoring students like yourself. And what was she doing calling you babe?) but she just shook her head at you and pointed to the guy behind her, letting you know she was just passing along the note for him.

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Future Dreams (Jason Bull x Reader)

Requested by anon

Request: you’re lying in bed reading a book and Jason is lying with his head on your chest listening to your heart, telling you about his day and dreaming about the future like “we could buy a house together instead of this apartment” and he’s slowly falling asleep so you take off his glasses and put them on yourself and take your hand through his hair and just fluffy and caress his ears and neck and back (hope it’s not too long)

Pairing: Jason Bull x Reader

Fandom: Bull

Originally posted by pleasingpics

There was rarely a day when Jason would come home early when TAC was working on a case. Especially their most recent one which seemed never-ending. Some nights Jason would come home late in the evening when I had already fallen asleep waiting for him. Other times he would stay at the office. Those were the times I missed him most. I would tell him he could call me whatever the hour to say ‘good night’ if he wanted to. But Jason insisted on calling at a normal time if he was stuck at the office all night.

It was nice to have a night to ourselves. We spent the last few hours cuddling as he gave me the breakdown of their case and how they won. The client lied one too many times and their main witness had tried to fake a robbery of their home and skip town. Danny was lucky to have found him at the subway station before he could get too far. I enjoyed hearing about Jason’s cases. He always lit up as he spoke enthusiastically like a child explaining their first day of school. 

Our cuddling turned into his laying his head on my chest while I leaned against the headboard, reading. Every-so-often Jason would say something, breaking my concentration on the story. Other times I had become so engrossed that I had forgotten he was there. Like now. 

“Y/n, did you hear what I said?” Jason asked. He shifted, glancing up at me.

When I didn’t budge, he reached a hand up and placed it on the page I was reading. He pressed lightly on the book until I lowered it.

I blinked in surprise as Jason’s innocent look came into view. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “Sorry, got a little distracted. It’s just so good!”

His smile was soft and he chuckled. “I know, darling. I wanted to know if you heard me?” With the slight shake of my head, he repeated himself. “I was thinking one day we could get a nice house together instead of staying in the apartment.”

My brows shot up. It was the first time he had spoken about making a home together. Not that we hadn’t already after he asked me to move in a year ago. But I wasn’t sure if buying a house was in his plans as of yet, so I never mentioned it before.

“I would honestly love that, Jason. A nice little house with a large porch, two-stories if we can get one. It’s always been my dream to have a two-story house. We could get a couple cats and dogs.” I was lost in my imagination as I spoke, picturing every little detail of my dream home. “You could have an office with a window bench that I could sit in and read while you work. I suppose we could stay in the city if you wanted. Or maybe on the outskirts? Yeah, I would love that. Especially with a couple of little kids running around.” I flushed, realizing I had probably gone a tad too far in my ramblings. Marriage and children were other things we hadn’t discussed yet.

Jason didn’t respond, and I thought I might have frightened him off for a minute.

“Sorry, I got a little ahead of myself.”

He was still silent.

I glanced down to see his eyes were shut and his breathing was steady. “Jason?”

He had fallen asleep.

I chuckled, moving slightly so I could remove his glasses and place them on the bedside table on top of my book. Stretching slightly, I was barely able to reach the nightlight to shut it off for the evening. I placed a kiss on his forehead and ran my hand up-and-down his back as I got comfortable.

“Goodnight, sleepy-head,” I said lightly, my fingers still sliding across his skin.

“Two children would be perfect, y/n,” I heard him mumble sleepily.

I couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across my lips.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Tags: @a-court-of-stydia@barry-stilinski , @ncisfanficsandmore , @worldonlyconsultingasgardian, @dramaticdonuts, @worksofprobie


A wood surface, some hardware and galvanized pipe is all you need to DIY a workbench or desk. Industrial yet lovely, this is an intermediate DIY project that results in a striking piece of furniture. Customize the wood top with stain or even Mod Podge or polyurethane and beautiful paper, and paint the pipe legs the hue of your choice. 

Get the full instructions over at the Home Depot Apron blog.

Jail Time, 2010.

January, 2010

           It was late in the evening and appeared as though it was actually midnight from the early sunset of winter weather. Dylan and Eric were in cheap Looney Toon masks as they stood look out, while a bank heist was in progress. Eric was Bug’s Bunny and Dylan was the Tasmanian Devil.

Eight henchmen were successfully cleaning out the Chase Bank in Denver while back up waited in the van with the getaway driver. 

Eric checked his watch again for the tenth time and kept his eyes glued to it as he spoke to Dylan, “How much longer are they gonna take?” 

Dylan was glad Eric couldn’t see him smiling. “I don’t know honey bunny.”

Eric’s shoulders and hands dropped in annoyance from hearing Dylan call him by the ironic nickname again. Dylan showed no remorse as he laughed loudly from seeing Eric’s posture change so quickly. Even though he couldn’t see his expression he knew he was irritated.

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30 Day Royal Wedding Challenge 

Day One: Favorite engagement announcement/photoshoot

↳ Crown Prince Harald and Sonja Haraldsen being cuties on their engagement conference in March 1968

Comentator: “The first steps together in the headlights is in March 1968. Press conference at the palace. Finally they’re able to show the love that nobody could break.”
Crown Prince Harald: “It’s not that long ago. When was the first time?”
Sonja Haraldsen: “That we talked about it?”
Crown Prince Harald: “No. Well, when we made the decision. (…) I can’t even remember.”

(with translating help of @queens-in-a-castle)

I’m Not Me

Summary: Post WS!Bucky p.o.v - song fic

A/N: I’ve been listening to ‘Wish I Was Here’ by Cat Power & Coldplay a lot recently (such a beautiful song) and it just sort of hit me how much I could see the lyrics in Bucky (to be fair I could probably do this with anything if you gave me enough time), so I thought I’d write a lil one shot inspired by it. Just warning you: this is basically just pure angst. And as always I’d love your feedback! x

Inspired by this song. (lyrics are italicised)

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

It’s been a night, such a night, such a long night,
watch myself disappear

I watch them all having fun. Throwing their heads back in laughter, gulping down another drink, pulling each other out onto the dance floor. They look happy and free.
I close my eyes and try to remember.
There must have been some point in my life where I had felt that way.
Maybe not.
Steve says there was.
But I don’t remember it. I don’t remember that feeling.
Isn’t it stupid to miss something you don’t even remember. Don’t even understand.

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The damning new details of Freddie Gray's treatment by police

The Baltimore City State’s Attorney Marilyn J. Mosby on Friday morning announced charges against six police officers — including murder — in connection with the death of Freddie Gray.

But her presentation was also newsworthy for the new details about the case that Mosby revealed. Among other things, Mosby confirmed what many had speculated for some time — namely that officers had no probable cause for Gray’s arrest.

Gray was arrested on April 12, shoved in the back of a police van and driven around Baltimore for almost 45 minutes before arriving at the Western District Police Station. As revealed by a video captured by an eyewitness, Gray was able to speak at the time of his arrest. When he arrived at the police station, the 25-year-old had a smashed voice box and was apparently fighting for his life.

In her press conference on Friday morning, Mosby said that the medical examiner had ruled Gray’s death a homicide, and that there was probable cause for criminal proceedings. She also provided new details about the moments leading up to Gray’s fatal injuries.

The folding knife — no cause for arrest

According to Mosby, two police officers, Garrett Miller and Edward Nero, found a knife clipped to the inside of Gray’s pants pocket after he was handcuffed. It was a folding knife but not a switchblade, and Mosby emphasized that carrying such a nice is legal under Maryland law. Mosby also said that the arrest was unfounded. A third officer, Lt. Brian W. Rice, was also present at the scene.

“Lt. Rice, officer Miller and officer Nero failed to establish probably cause for Mr. Gray’s arrest as no crime had been committed by Mr. Gray,” said Mosby.

The seatbelt — never secured

The three officers shoved him in the van which was driven by officer Caesar Goodson. During the journey to the police station, Gray wasn’t secured by a seatbelt “contrary to a BPD general order,” Mosby confirmed.

The shackles

In the first of four stops that the van would make, Rice, Nero and Miller took Gray out of the van and put him in flex cuffs and leg shackles. The officers also completed paperwork while there. In one of her most damning revelations, Mosby said that after Gray had been fully restrained, he was placed back in the van head first on his stomach, and that this led to serious injury.

“Officer Miller, Officer Nero, and Lt. Rice then loaded Mr. Gray back into the wagon, placing him on his stomach head-first onto the floor,” said Mosby. He was sent to Central Booking and, en route, “suffered a severe and critical neck injury as a result of being handcuffed, shackled by his feet and restrained inside the BPD wagon.”

The driver of the police van, Goodson, has been charged with the most serious offenses.

No medical attention

Mosby says that the police van stopped after Gray was injured on the corner of Mosher and Fremont Avenue. Goodson parked and went to the back of the vehicle to check on Gray.

“Despite stopping for the purpose of checking on Mr. Gray’s condition, at no point did he seek or did he render any medical assistance for Mr. Gray,” she said.

Goodson instead returned to the driver’s seat and drove on with Gray still unsecured. Goodson called for additional units at Dolphin Street and Druid Hill Avenue, when he was joined by Officer William Porter who also checked on Gray.

Ignoring pleas for help

“Mr. Gray at that time requested help and indicated that he couldn’t breathe,” said Mosby.

Gray asked for a medic twice and was lifted from the ground to a bench. But officers didn’t provide medical assistance or call medics. Goodson then went on to pick up another suspect with Gray still in the car.

“Despite Mr. Gray’s obvious and recognized need for medical assistance, officer Goodson” chose “in a grossly negligent manner” to respond to another suspect being arrested at North and Pennsylvania Avenues. A second man was put into the back of the van.

Goodson again went to the back of the van to observe Gray. Sergeant Alicia White and officer Porter were also there and all observed Gray unresponsive on the ground of the police van. White had been called to investigate two complaints over Gray’s initial arrest, and “spoke to the back of Mr. Gray’s head.”

“When he didn’t respond, she did nothing further, despite the fact that she was advised that he needed a medic,” Mosby said. “She made no effort to look or assess or determine his condition.”

Leaving Gray in the van

The car then went on to the Western District Baltimore Police Station. Again, Gray was not properly fastened with a seatbelt. Once at the station, the other suspect was taken inside before anyone attended to Gray. By the time officers returned to Gray, he was no longer breathing. When a medic arrived, Gray was severely injured and had suffered cardiac arrest.

Despite the new and damning revelations made by the State’s Attorney’s Office, Mosby urged demonstrators to remain calm and trust the justice system to play its part.

“I heard your call for ‘No justice, no peace.’ But your peace is severely needed while I try to deliver justice for this young man,” Mosby said, which drew cheers from the small crowd of demonstrators standing behind reporters. “As young people our time is now.” [via]

Meant to Be Yours, Chapter 4

After lunch at Granny’s and a tour of Storybrooke, Regina takes Henry home.

For @regal-believerxrizzlexaddict who requested Henry’s reaction to Regina’s house; for the anon, who requested Regina redecorating a room for Henry so that he feels more at home; and the anon who requested Henry have a nightmare and Regina comforting him.

(While Robin doesn’t make an appearance in this chapter, Roland makes a very brief one.)

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Healthy Teenage Rebellion ✘ Effy & Matt

Effy may have grown up very differently from how most did but regardless of her past, she was still a moody teen with a tendency towards impulsiveness and trouble making. She hadn’t gone to school with the intentions of getting into a fight that day, in fact Effy would have much rather avoided the entire ordeal. She wasn’t one to start fights, not usually, but that day she sure did finish one. She was sitting in the principles office with a busted lip and a bruise on her cheek and forehead, whereas the girl, Susan who had been the other half to the battle, was sitting with tissues up her bleeding nose and a chunk of her hair ripped out. Even Effy felt a little bit bad, she was pretty sure she heard her nose break when she punched her. She hadn’t even been in a fight like that among peers in a school, so she had absolutely no idea what to expect, and when she heard the word ‘suspended’ she wasn’t sure exactly what that meant. How was not going to school a punishment? 

“Wait … You mean I don’t have to go to school for a whole week?” Effy asked, clearly not all that distraught over the idea. In fact, that sounded wonderful to her.

The principle was an older woman and she gave Effy a hard, disapproving look. “You ladies wait outside the office on those benches, I’ve called both of your families. And for heavens sake no fighting, don’t even look at each other! You sit out there until I your parents are here and we’ll all have a good chat. Do you understand me?” She looked at them expectantly, only to hear no response. “I said do you understand me, girls? Am I making myself clear? Not. One. Word.”

“Yes ma’am.” They both mumbled in unison before standing up and stepping out, Susan shoving her way in front of Effy. 

She just rolled her eyes and put the ice pack back on her cheek as she took a seat and leaned back against the wall. She sat there and waited for Matt to be there to pick her up, wondering what he would have to say about all of this. Both of the girls sat side by side and refused to look each other’s direction - Which was likely for the best to avoid another fight. [ @doctorrmatt ]


So for the last few weeks, I’ve been walking around the office parks near my house. The grounds are nicely landscaped and well-lit, so they were pleasant for wandering around at night.

I found a little area out front of one of the offices that had benches and planters, and one night I stopped there and sat on a bench and drew a little comic about how everyone but you is robots. Because I’m weird, I ripped out the page and stuck it in the bench and left it there. The next day I came back and it was gone.

So I got in the habit of making drawings and sticking them in the bench. They kept disappearing, so I figured someone was reading them (or a bird was picking them up and using them for nesting, or I was irritating a janitor). For whatever reason they were disappearing, I figured I’d keep replacing them.

One night last week I sat down to draw a comic (one about how I presumed the person taking my notes was a bird), and a police car pulled up. And a second, and a third. I was approached by six officers total.

I turns out that the person collecting my notes was a security worker for the building, and that person had been watching me on the security camera. They saw a caucasian male between the ages of 25-35 hanging around in front of their building at night in a hoodie, leaving unsolicited notes for strangers full of drawings of severed hands and expressing frustration at not being appreciated. I can understand why they got the impression I was going to blow up the building. Really, it wasn’t my intention, nor my intention to give that impression.

The officers patted me down for weapons and questioned me about my motivations. They were altogether very kind (again: I’m white) however they declined to pose with me for a selfie.