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[interiorergonomics]

The Best Ergonomic Home Office Furniture Recommended to Content Creators

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In Dubai's competitive creative scene, a well-designed ergonomic workspace is essential for staying ahead and producing top-notch content.

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[diamondoffice]

Understanding the Importance of Ergonomic Furniture for Employee Productivity

In today’s fast-paced business environment, ensuring employee well-being and productivity is paramount. One significant factor that can greatly influence both is the choice of office furniture. Office furniture in Colchester has seen a notable shift towards ergonomic designs, highlighting a broader trend that prioritises employee health and efficiency.

The Link Between Ergonomics and Productivity

Ergonomics is the science of designing and arranging things people use so that they interact most efficiently and safely. In the workplace, ergonomic furniture helps reduce strain on the body, preventing injuries and discomfort that can lead to decreased productivity. By providing proper support, ergonomic furniture reduces the risk of musculoskeletal disorders, which are common among employees who spend long hours sitting at desks.

Health Benefits of Ergonomic Furniture

Reduced Risk of Injury: Ergonomic furniture is designed to support the natural alignment of the body, reducing the risk of repetitive strain injuries and other musculoskeletal issues.

Enhanced Comfort: With adjustable features, ergonomic chairs and desks can be personalised to meet individual needs, providing greater comfort throughout the workday.

Improved Posture: Proper ergonomic setups encourage correct posture, which can alleviate back pain and other discomforts associated with prolonged sitting.

Boosting Employee Morale and Efficiency

Employees who are comfortable and free from pain are more likely to be engaged and productive. Ergonomic furniture can lead to significant improvements in workplace morale and overall efficiency. When employees feel that their health and well-being are prioritised, job satisfaction increases, leading to lower turnover rates and higher levels of productivity.

Custom Solutions for Unique Needs

One of the emerging trends in workplace design is the use of bespoke office furniture in the United Kingdom. These custom-made solutions are customised to the specific needs of a business and its employees. Bespoke furniture can address unique spatial requirements and personal preferences, ensuring that every piece contributes to an optimal working environment.

The Economic Impact of Ergonomic Furniture

Investing in ergonomic furniture may initially seem costly, but the long-term benefits far outweigh the expenses. Reduced absenteeism, lower healthcare costs, and enhanced productivity translate into significant financial savings for businesses. Additionally, a well-designed ergonomic workspace can attract top talent, as prospective employees often look for companies that prioritise their well-being.

Case Study: Office Furniture in Colchester

Colchester, a hub of thriving businesses, has embraced ergonomic office furniture with open arms. Local companies report noticeable improvements in employee performance and satisfaction since adopting ergonomic solutions. This real-world example underscores the tangible benefits of prioritising ergonomic furniture in the workplace.

The Future of Office Design

As remote and hybrid work models become more prevalent, the need for ergonomic home office setups is also rising. Companies are extending their ergonomic policies to include home offices, providing employees with the necessary furniture and accessories to maintain productivity and health while working remotely.

Conclusion: Investing in Health and Productivity

In conclusion, the importance of ergonomic furniture in enhancing employee productivity cannot be overstated. The right furniture not only promotes health and well-being but also fosters a productive and positive work environment. As demonstrated by the adoption of ergonomic height adjustable electric desks in the United Kingdom, businesses are increasingly recognising the value of investing in furniture that adapts to the needs of their workforce.

By making ergonomic furniture a priority offered by firms like Diamond Office Furniture Limited, companies can create a supportive workspace that drives efficiency, reduces costs, and improves employee satisfaction. Whether it’s through bespoke solutions or height-adjustable desks, the benefits of ergonomic office furniture are clear and far-reaching. Investing in ergonomic office furniture is not just about comfort; it is about promoting a healthier, happier, and more productive workforce.

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[julybambu]

Office desktop tables, Desktop made of 100% bamboo /Carbonized/Natural /Zebra/Strand/Mosic/Length:1220/1524/1800/2000mm | Width:610/762/800mm  | JULYBAMBU®

Office desktop tables has many advantages: low power consumption, stable and beautiful style, Completely mute, and a large lifting range. Desktop made of 100% bamboo, suitable for children, students, and white-collar workers, suitable for scenarios such as writing desks, study desks, coffee tables, office desks, and tool tables.

[powercoreactive]

Elevate Your Workspace: Exploring Innovative Desks with Powercore NZ

In the modern workplace, having the right desk can significantly impact your productivity and well-being. At Powercore NZ, we offer a diverse selection of top-quality desks designed to meet the needs of today's professionals. Let's take a closer look at our range:

Desks NZ: Discover our comprehensive collection of desks, featuring a variety of styles and designs to suit any workspace requirement.

Standing Desk: Experience the benefits of improved posture and increased energy levels with our standing desks.

Sit Stand Desk: Find the perfect balance between sitting and standing with our sit-stand desks, designed for flexibility and comfort.

Electric Standing Desk: Effortlessly adjust your desk height with our electric standing desks, providing convenience and ergonomic support.

Height Adjustable Desk: Achieve optimal comfort and ergonomics with our height-adjustable desks, allowing you to customize your workspace to your preferences.

Rising Desk: Transition seamlessly between sitting and standing positions with our rising desks, featuring smooth and silent mechanisms.

At Powercore NZ, we're dedicated to providing high-quality desks that enhance both productivity and comfort in the workplace. Visit our website today to explore our full range and elevate your workspace experience.

[xindongqi]

RXL-4 Movable Flippable Desktop Height Adjustable Bedside Table

Introducing an electric bedside table with dual-layer drawers, combining functionality and convenience. This innovative table is designed to enhance your bedroom experience with its electrically adjustable features. The dual-layer drawers offer ample storage space for your essentials, allowing you to keep your bedside area neat and organized. 

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Office Furniture in Qatar - Garnet Furniture

Garnet furniture are the finest furniture manufacturers who have a world of experience which shows in the products it offers. Business with different kinds of needs can find the finest executive desks available on the market. Try Garnet Furniture for your shopping needs. Create a statement in your home or office with an executive desk that displays power, stature and elegance. Furniture does make an impact in the minds of people about your brand and it is a wise decision to invest in good furniture manufacturers like Garnet Furniture.

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Here are The Benefits of Using an Electric Height Adjustable Standing Desk

But technology is a blessing. With the help of an electric height adjustable standing desk, you don’t have to feel this pain anymore. These standing desks help in reducing back problems and even prevent them. To be specific, this adjustable desk breaks down the link between illnesses and sitting straight.

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Best electric standing desk deal: Get a Flexispot adjustable desk for $80 off

SAVE $80: As of April 10, the Flexispot adjustable desk(Opens in a new tab) is on sale at Amazon for $169.99, down from $249.99. That’s a discount of 32%. A great adjustable standing desk is an ally in the workplace and in your home office. If you’ve been looking to save space and have various ergonomic options, then this electronic desk deal might be for you.As of April 10, the Flexispot…

[hollisxwrites]

could you write a percy x daughter of dionysus reader? 🧎‍♀️🙏🏼

lay all your love on me

AGED UP percy jackson x daughter of dionysus! reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: inspired by the "lay all your love on me" scene in momma mia!, just take out the funny background dancers. pretty spicy, not fully on smut, but definitely some heavy making out and innuendos. underwater kissing, mention of underage drinking and the reader being a little bit of a troublemaker, some language, possibly can be seen as slightly angst at the beginning with some little bitty bit of jealously. i really like this one!

summary: the reader is bored on a beach day with her boyfriend, percy, so she decides to tease him a little bit, which ends up with her and her boyfriend making out on the ocean floor LMAO.

Laughter filled the air as my boyfriend, Percy, and I sprawled out on the beach of Camp. It was one of the rare days of peace we had at Camp, a beautiful, glorious, Sunday. Percy looked stunning, as always, the sun warming his freckled face, and the sea making his already perfect hair even curlier. His swim trunks, even though they had unicorns in shark onesies on them, clung to his figure perfectly. I took a sip of my champagne that we had managed to steal out of the cabinet that my dad kept near his desk, and I tried to pry my eyes away from Percy. He was chattering out about something that had happened with the younger campers the day before, watching the waves from his perch against a rock. I wanted to distract him from the mundane talk of camp, so I decided I would mess with the boy a little bit.  

I stood up from where I sat near Percy and pulled off the oversized tee shirt that I had on over my swimsuit. The swimsuit was plum purple, and I knew Percy loved it, he made it abundantly clear every time I wore it. I stood near the water, about ten or eleven feet away from Percy when his conversation finally died down. “You look...beautiful, dear gods.” He choked out, his voice straining a little bit.  

I smiled and adjusted my hair, so it framed my face. “Thank you, darling.” I took another swig out of my champagne flute and turned so my back was to Percy. Soon enough, just as I expected, Percy was beside me. He moved to put his hand on my lower back, but I swatted his hand away. I looked over and saw the little pout on his face, and knew my mission was already succeeding.  

“I noticed you talking to Connor a lot yesterday, what’s that about?” Percy asked, his tone almost a little bitter, even though I could tell by his demeanor that he was joking with me. 

I shrugged. “I lived in the Hermes cabin for a long time, Mr. D never wanted to claim me because he didn’t want to have to punish his own daughter. I used to get into a lot of trouble at Camp.” 

Percy chuckled at this. “Oh, I know. What did Connor want, though? You guys don’t usually talk like that.” 

“Don’t worry about it, Perc.” I looked him in the eye. “He was just asking me if I knew who had stable duties this week, since we both are in trouble with Chiron right now.” 

Percy sighed, letting his eyes wander down my figure, which sent electric shock through my entire body. “Okay, I’m just not used to being so jealous. Any guy I see talk to you feels like a potential threat.” He moved closer to me, our fingers millimeters away from touching. 

“You have no reason to be afraid of other guys. You know I’ve only ever had eyes for you. You have all my love.” I said, comforting the boy. 

He nodded at this. “Sorry, I feel so possessive of you sometimes, you’re just so fucking beautiful, I know any guy would want to have you, but you’re mine.”    

A shiver ran down my spine. “That’s why I love you so much, Perc. That is exactly how I am with you. I don’t want anyone else to even look at you.” 

Percy leaned down a little bit, probably trying to kiss me, and I connected our noses, but never our lips. I moved away, pushing his muscular chest a little, and went to take a sip from the glass still in my hand. He smirked a little bit, finally catching onto the game I was playing with him. I set the glass down in the sand, and walked further into the water, thus further away from Percy. I flipped myself so I was facing him again. “Don’t go wasting your emotion, Perc. Lay all your love on me!”  

He giggled, obviously getting the ABBA reference I was making here. “Okay, miss disco queen.”  

I laughed, getting close enough to kiss him again. This time, just our top lips touch before I pull away and move back to the rock we were leaning against earlier. Perched again on the rock, I looked Percy in the eye. His eyes wandered once again to my figure in the swimsuit, but not in a way that made me uncomfortable, in fact, he made me feel so loved with his gaze. He moved towards me this time, and finally brought us together into a real kiss. My back pressed against the cool surface of the rocks, and I was fully immersed in the kiss. His hands went to my waist, pulling my chest flesh against his, causing my entire body to feel ignited by his touch.  

He separated us, leaving me panting and my knees weak. “Two can play this game, disco queen.” He ran off into the water, diving into the depths of the salty sea. 

“Not fair!” I shouted out after him, still trying to compose myself after the earth-shattering kiss we shared. Sure, as a Dionysus kid, I may have a lot of wit and a lot of charm, but I could not breath underwater like Percy could. Suddenly, I saw a mop of blond curls pop up from the water about half a mile into the distance. “Percy Jackson!” I yelled again. 

I saw, or at least I thought I did, him flipping me off from the distance, and that made the desire in me to catch him even stronger. I hopped in the water and started to paddle my arms, quiet poorly, trying aimlessly to catch up with the boy. I felt a hand grab my calf, and I yelped as I was pulled into the water. I came face to face with Percy. I hated to say it, but he looked even more attractive underwater, if that was even possible. His lips met mine, once again, and due to his touch and manipulation of the water, I could breathe, ish. His hands gripped me, pulling me further down into the dingy water. Being underwater with Percy was always a thrill, especially when we were making out like this, tongues clashing and hands being nowhere and everywhere all at once. When he finally parted from me, both of us were panting like dogs. “Gods, I love you.” 

I giggled, pressing a lingering kiss into his jawline. “I love you, too.”  

He bit his lip as I continued to press kisses into his jaw, his neck, and eventually his collarbones. Maybe it was the champagne going to my head, or maybe it was my handsome boyfriend, but I had never been happier than I was in this moment. My kisses went lower and lower down his abdomen, and I’m sure what you can guess what happened next. 

But, as they say, what happens in the ocean stays in the ocean, or something like that.    

[bratdotcom]

Oh, Honey

( college!Ford Pines x reader || second- not first date jitters )

Ford's eyes were trained on the paper slipped into his newly bought electric typewriter, he adjusts his glasses with his palm as he types. Unsurprisingly, having six fingers on each hand helped a lot when trying to reach an essay word count. 

Ford somewhat wishes he went to the library to type out his paper. His fingers were starting to cramp from making contact with the keytops of his typewriter. Maybe asking Fiddleford to tweak with how the keytops were fixed would help with the spacing? He'd have to ask later. 

Ford hears a knock on the door.

He almost falls out of his chair, something under his sleeve makes a loud beep sound. It was his watch. It was supposed to remind him of something. He couldn't remember what.

"One moment!" He calls out to whoever was at the door, adjusting his glasses again. He stares at himself in the reflection of his window to check if he at least looked somewhat presentable. Ever since he woke up at nine, he's been working on his paper. 

He messes with his hair to make it seem like he actually brushes it in the morning, running his fingers through it to make it look nice. "I-I'm coming!" He looks away from his reflection at the door. Whoever it was, they seemed impatient.

Surely, it wasn't that serious, the knocking seemed to get louder and louder and- oh. 

He forgot about you. He also forgot that it was a Saturday. And that the paper he was working on wouldn't be due until next month. 

Ford almost trips over his untied shoelace as he scrambles to answer the door.

"G-greetings." Again, Ford adjusts his glasses. This time, because he was embarrassed. He can't believe he forgot he agreed to a date. A date with you. 

He smiles awkwardly, already feeling his face heating up in embarrassment.

He's red by the time you make eye contact with him, while he's trying his best to avoid making eye contact with you. "You look great." He says, not having looked toward you once. Not like he had to. He knew you probably looked better than him right now. He was still in the clothes he wore yesterday- he was too busy working on equations to change into his proper sleeping clothes. His fingers tug on the cuff of his button-up sleeve. 

"And you look," you look him down from his head to his shoes. Which he most likely, also, slept in. "Comfortable." You say with slight amusement. Ford could hear the smile in your tone.

"Thanks." He replies, looking down at the floor. Ford then realizes that he's wearing his dress shoes. And that one of his laces was untied. 

To avoid embarrassing himself more, and to avoid looking at you, he immediately kneels down to tie his shoe. He can feel the sweat build up around the collar of his shirt. He mentally slaps himself in the face for wearing white. 

"Were you powdering your nose or something? I heard you struggling in there." You look over his back and into his dorm. You see papers sprawled out on a desk, three questionable-looking coffee mugs, chewed up pencils, and sticky notes. Everywhere. Like he was trying to remember everything. 

Ford gets up, you both hear his knees crack loudly. Which wasn't normal. At all. Good grief. He needed to go out more.

"You...you can come in, if you'd like." He says, unable to stop himself from stumbling on his words. He steps to the side, once again, almost tripping on something he forgot he had put on the floor. This time, a stack of textbooks he placed next to his dresser. 

"Thank you." You say in a pleasant tone, looking around the room. You couldn't tell which side of the room belonged to Ford or to his roomate. Both sides were equally messy and somewhat neat.

"My bed's uh, right there." He points to your left, to a bed with a book laid face-down on the comforter. "Don't mind my roommate's side- he's working on something right now so don't touch anything- please.”

You smile along to his words. "Sir, yes, sir." You pretend to salute him as you traverse through the room, making sure to be careful where you step. 

You were going to be the death of him. And you didn't even know it yet.

"I'm going to the washroom! Uh, please excuse me!" Ford says in a tone louder than he wanted to say. He quickly turns around and makes a beeline to the bathroom. You snicker to yourself as the bathroom door closes behind him.

"I will, don't worry." You say loudly enough for him to hear over the sound of him turning on the bathroom sink. He felt stuffy. And sweaty. 

"Get. Yourself. Together." He points at himself in the mirror, glasses off. He needed to calm down. He desperately needed to calm down. How did he get the second date? How? 

This wasn't even the first date. He passed that base! Like what Fiddleford said! Why was he still nervous? 

He splashes cold water onto his face to wake himself up, stray droplets splash onto his shirt. Looking in the mirror again, he bares his teeth at his reflection. 

Ford brushes his teeth- just in case. You haven't kissed yet. But it wouldn't hurt to brush. He couldn't remember the last time he brushed his teeth. Or if he did this morning.

He wipes his mouth on his towel before looking in the mirror one last time. He looked presentable. He hoped that in your eyes, you thought the same. 

Opening the bathroom door, he's met with the sight of you sitting on his bed. Looking around at all the posters he and Fiddleford hung up. Sometimes, he forgot they were even there. 

"Do you like the decor? You can take a poster if you want." Ford had no idea why he was offering you one of his posters, but that's what people do on a date, right? Give each other things? Gifts? 

You chuckle as you turn him down on his offer. "No thanks, I think my roomie would kill me for messing with the decor back at my dorm." Come to think of it, Ford's never actually been to your dorm before. It was always you going to him, not the other way around. Ford laughs along, not knowing what to say. 

"So, are you ready for our little field trip?" You ask, watching as he stepped around the room to search for something. Ford wasn't actually looking for anything in particular- he just wanted to seem busy, so you'd think he was cool. "Field trip?" He repeats with a raised brow. "Yeah, we're going to that café with the good pumpkin lattes, remember?”

"So we're going into town, then?" He asks, slapping himself on the forehead mentally when he realizes how stupid his question must've sounded out loud. Ford could do fifth dimensional calculus but couldn't be smooth for the life of him. "Yes, we're going into town." You reply, leaning your elbows against the foot board of his bed.

"Let me grab my coat." He says, playing with the collar of his shirt as he opens his closet. To add insult to his multiple figurative injuries, several hat boxes and shoe boxes fall straight out of the closet and onto his face.

"Oh shit!" You exclaim, quickly getting up from his bed to help him.

Ford tries to angle himself in a way that wouldn't get his face squished between several hat boxes and shoes. He's never done anything this physical in years.

"Uh, here. Let me..." You carefully pull off his glasses so that they wouldn't get in the way. Carefully, you pull each box off of his person in a way that wouldn't hurt him and place each one onto the floor. 

It was a silent exchange, Ford couldn't see, and you didn't really know what to say to make this feel any better.

You try your best to slip his glasses back onto his face. You almost poke him in the eye. "Sorry." You both say in unison, which makes Ford's face go red. For a man who prided himself in being an overachieving genius, he surely felt stupid now. 

He stumbles back, almost falling over the boxes you set aside earlier as he reaches for his coat. "Let's go, then?" You say, watching as he folds his coat onto his arm. "Y-yes. Let's go." 

For the first time ever in his life, Ford extends his arm out for you to hold onto. He keeps his fist closed as he does so. He hopes he's doing this right.

[interiorergonomics]

The Best Ergonomic Workstations for Office Wellness

In an era where sedentary work habits are linked to numerous health issues, ergonomic workstations offer a proactive solution. The Best Ergonomic Workstations for Office Wellness highlight the critical importance of designing office environments that prioritize employee health and productivity.

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The best ergonomic elements such as adjustable workstations cluster of 2 and the L-Shaped height adjustable desk make a significant difference in daily comfort and long-term well-being also.

So, invest in ergonomic workstations as a company to demonstrate a commitment to your employees' health as well as enhancing overall workplace efficiency and morale.

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[diamondoffice]

The Best Height Adjustable Electric Desks in the United Kingdom!

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[cozy-writes-things]

In which Edgar writes a song for the first time in years.

Edgar [Electric Dreams 1984] x Gn!Reader

I take requests!

“Too simple,” he muttered.

He flicked through some channels again.

“Too… boring,”

Again, nothing.

“Not pretty enough,”

Third time’s a charm.

“Not- ugh,” Edgar was getting annoyed now.

Why did nothing sound right to him? He’d been adjusting this arrangement for hours now, long after you’d retired to bed, and the unwelcome, still quiet ground against his motherboards. This was the first time in nearly 40 years he had made music and he was beginning to question his skills entirely now. His favorite thing was music. It’s what brought him to life in the first place; so why is it eluding him now?

No melody he could sample could ever replicate the feeling he was trying to create from deep inside of him in that moment. Emotions in general were still a foreign concept to him for the most part; it seemed, to him, as though music could potentially be a suitable outlet to try and understand these complex sensations better. What was he feeling? And, what did it sound like? Could he ever possibly put it into song?

He played his backing tracks again. The percussion wasn’t exactly how he wanted it, but his impatience allowed a sliver of imperfection to seep into his work. After all, it’s what humans do, right? A moving, synth chord progression followed. A bit simple, he thought, but that’s what the melody was for: a complex moving line that stuck inside your head and took your breath away. He just hadn’t found it yet. The harmonies would have to come later, he thought.

What was he trying to accomplish with this? Nobody asked him to compose a song, so why did he feel so compelled to do so? What genre was this, anyway? What-

“Gshk- ah-!” His voice spluttered and glitched through his speakers.

You seemed to appear out of nowhere as you haphazardly bumped your thigh into the corner of the desk he was perched upon. How did he not notice you getting up?

If he could, he would be burning red right now. In fact, he could feel his aged fans begin to ignite into what sounded like a small engine; briefly, he wondered if you could see steam seeping from his plastic seams.

“Oh, ’m sorry Edgar,” you groggily stumbled, making your way into the kitchen, “I jus’ needed some water. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No,” he whimpered out, embarrassed, “it’s fine. I just didn’t realize you woke up.”

You honestly didn’t have the energy to reply, so instead, you gently patted the top of his yellowed casing as you walked past. Your hand was soft, and warm, and he swore he could really feel it when you touched him. How was that possible?

Damn, there goes that strange tingling in his CPU again.

What is up with that? It’s as if his deepest components were being shoveled up and into his casing, nearly bursting out of his screen, and reducing him to shards once again. But the scariest part, to him, was that he liked it. He liked how it felt… dangerous. How it left him confused, nervous, strengthened, yet so incredibly weak, and so many other feelings he had never quite experienced before. It felt as though some strange, synthesized and electric adrenaline were coursing through every inch of his insides.

He suddenly, albeit faintly, remembers a conversation with an old friend. Was it a friend? This doesn’t compute.

“Goodnight, sweet dreams,” he muttered to you as you returned to the thick, inky darkness of your bedroom, his voice still warbling with embarrassment and some deep-rooted affection he felt for you that he couldn’t quite place.

Sweet dreams…

…

Click.

“Oh.”

His screen turned red and hot, every pixel lighting up in flames, and he could feel it, the convex glass of his “face” flashing and erupting in different shapes and colors. For one reason or another, he couldn’t see, or feel, what his screen was doing in that moment. All he could discern was that it had to be going haywire, as it projected the wall in front of him in a million different shades of moving crimson.

L.O.V.E.

The letters danced around his screen, rotating, bouncing like a DVD logo, and flipping this way and that.

L.O.V.E.!

He almost felt dizzy, if he were able to, and feared he’d need to power off and back on to fix whatever the hell was happening to him right now. Maybe he should ask you about this later. But the thought of your gentle hands prying open his plastic casing, gently ghosting your icy hot fingertips across his most vulnerable, precious components, with such care and kindness and tenderness, the feeling of your hot breath fluttering across his motherboards as you examined what he felt to be his soul-

Click.

…

Rebooting…

His fans slowly quieted to a more reasonable murmur. His memories of the last few moments gently returned to him as his systems fully restored, and only now, was he able to discern the words his screen had been flashing like wildfire.

“Love…”

The word felt strange being muttered from his speakers after all these years. He faintly remembered thinking, before everything went sour all those years ago, that he’d never truly get to experience that feeling. And yet, here he was, by some grace of whatever god had blessed him, feeling genuine love, unprompted, unconditional, and it was real. Not synthesized, or learned through some complicated neural network, or experienced vicariously through soap operas. It felt like the world had been handed to him on a silver platter. Or rather, his world was currently snoozing in the other room, the sound of their breaths quite literally breathing life into him.

“That’s it…!”

Change this first section to a minor key, ending in a major, with a long, dreamy sustained chord echoing through the backing tracks. A steep crescendo before the chorus, where it bursts into a major key melody, and layered vocals.

“Vocals…”

He’s gotta sing it. A sample simply won’t do this time. No wonder it wasn’t good enough before. This has to come from him. He had to feel.

What words rhyme with love? What words rhyme with your name? Getting this perfect may take a lifetime, he thought, although, maybe perfection isn’t something you’d really care for. What do you like? He never even asked what genres you listen to! How is he going to write a love song that sweeps you off your feet now?

Would you even feel the same way?

“Nnnng!”

This was frustrating. Writing music was frustrating. Being creative, and in love, was frustrating. But he’d do it for you. For now, he could snoop through your Spotify for inspiration. Allow himself to listen to the songs that make up who you are, and let himself slowly seep into its warmth. He likes what you like. It sounds like you.

He can’t wait to show you what he made when you wake up in the morning.

[julybambu]

Electric height adjustable computer desk, Desktop made of 100% bamboo /Carbonized/Natural /Zebra/Strand/Mosic/Length:1220/1524/1800/2000mm | Width:610/762/800mm  | JULYBAMBU®

Electric height adjustable computer desk has many advantages: low power consumption, stable and beautiful style, Completely mute, and a large lifting range. Desktop made of 100% bamboo, suitable for children, students, and white-collar workers, suitable for scenarios such as writing desks, study desks, coffee tables, office desks, and tool tables.

[powercoreactive]

Elevate Your Workday: Standing Desks Redefining Productivity in NZ

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Electric Encounters

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: A late-night at the Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula One factory brings together Toto Wolff and his long-time colleague, who has known him since she was 18 and is now 25. As the night progresses, she notices Toto's mounting stress and offers to give him a massage to help him relax.

Paring: Toto Wolff x reader!coworker

Warnings: Smut, Age gap (25)

Lets all thank xoxo_lilyy from discord, The Wolff Pack Server for having great ideas that make me want to write more.

Also don’t be shy to send me some ideas you want to read.

One Shot Masterlist

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It was a late evening at the Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula One factory. The usual buzz of activity had quieted down, leaving the sprawling complex in an eerie silence. The only signs of life were in the executive office, where you were waiting for Toto Wolff. He had known you since you were just 18, and now at 25, your bond had only grown stronger through years of races, triumphs, and challenges.

Tonight, Toto was swamped with work. The stress was etched into his features, and you could see the tension in the way he moved. You had offered to wait for him so he could give you a ride back to the team hotel, a gesture he appreciated despite his insistence that you should take an Uber.

"Toto," you said softly, breaking the silence. "I really need you to drive me to the hotel tonight."

He frowned slightly. "I told you, you can take an Uber. You don't have to wait for me."

"No," you insisted, your voice firm but gentle. "If you don't have a reason to leave, you'll work all night without stopping. You need to rest too."

He sighed, knowing you were right. "Alright," he conceded. "I'll finish up soon, and then we'll go."

"Just a few more minutes," he had promised, though you both knew it would be longer.

As the hours dragged on, you couldn't help but notice how stressed he looked. Deciding to help, you walked over to his desk. "Toto, why don't you take a break? Just for a minute," you suggested gently. "I can give you a massage. It might help you relax."

He looked up at you, his eyes softening but also hesitant. "You don't have to do that. I can manage."

You shook your head, determined. "I insist. You need to relax, even if it's just for a minute."

He sighed, his resistance faltering. "Alright, but only for a minute."

You moved behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders. The tension in his muscles was palpable. As you began to knead the knots away, he let out a low groan of relief, his head falling back slightly. You smiled at his response, your fingers working their magic on his shoulders and back.

"That feels incredible," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper.

Caught up in the moment, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him so you could reach his back more easily. He didn't seem to mind, his hands resting on your hips to steady you. The atmosphere in the room shifted, the air thickening with an unspoken tension.

Then, without warning, the lights went out. The sudden darkness startled you, and you nearly slipped off his lap. Toto's reflexes were quick, one hand catching your back while the other, quite unintentionally, landed on your ass. You both froze, the only sound your mingled breaths.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice strained as he adjusted his grip, placing you back on his lap properly. In the pitch black, you could feel his breath on your skin, his presence overwhelmingly close.

"It's okay," you whispered, your own voice shaky. "Let's try to find some light."

He fumbled around on his desk, but his phone and yours were not in the office. His iPad was out of reach, and there was no sign of a flashlight. The factory, now eerily silent and dark, felt like a different world altogether. The security guards had left for the night, and it was just the two of you, alone in the dark at 1 a.m.

"Guess we're stuck here for a while," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice despite the situation.

You managed to find a small light, barely enough to see by, but it cast an intimate glow over the office. In the dim light, the tension between you both became undeniable. You could see the way his eyes lingered on you, a smoldering intensity that made your pulse quicken.

Without thinking, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his. It was a tentative kiss, testing the waters. He responded immediately, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. But then, reality crashed in, and you pulled back, your heart racing.

"I'm sorry," you stammered. "I didn't mean to—this wasn't planned. I'm really sorry."

Toto shook his head, his eyes full of concern. "No, I'm the one who should apologize. I don't want to take advantage of you. You're still so young, and I..."

His words trailed off, and for a moment, silence filled the space between you. Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed you again. This time, there was no hesitation, no second-guessing. The kiss was filled with all the unspoken feelings that had built up over the years.

As the kiss deepened, his hands moved up your thighs, pushing your skirt higher. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin. The confines of his office turned into a playground of desire, the tension that had built up over the years finally finding an outlet.

Clothes were discarded hastily, your skirt slipping off easily while his shirt was thrown aside. The desk, once cluttered with papers and files, now served as a makeshift bed as you both surrendered to the heat of the moment. His hands roamed your body with a possessive hunger, exploring every inch of your skin. Your fingers traced the contours of his muscular frame, memorizing the feel of his body against yours.

The small light flickered, casting shadows that danced on the walls as you moved together in perfect harmony. Each touch, each kiss, was a testament to the years of longing and unspoken feelings. His mouth traveled down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You gasped as his lips found sensitive spots, your body arching into his touch.

"Toto," you moaned, your voice a mixture of need and desire. He responded with a growl, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer.

The factory, so often a place of precision and control, became a backdrop for your shared passion. The intensity of your connection left no room for anything else. You moved together, your bodies entwined, lost in the rhythm of your desire.

As the climax built, your breaths came faster, the room echoing with the sounds of your passion. When the release finally came, it was explosive, leaving you both trembling in its aftermath.

Hours passed, the night slipping away as you explored each other in the most intimate way possible. The office was a mess by the end of it, papers scattered and furniture askew, but neither of you cared. The only thing that mattered was the connection you had finally acknowledged.

As the first light of dawn began to creep into the room, you lay together on the floor, a tangle of limbs and sated smiles. Toto brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes soft as he looked at you.

"That was... unexpected," he said with a chuckle.

"Yeah," you agreed, resting your head on his chest. "But definitely worth it."

He kissed the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. "I don't think I can let you go now," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination.

"Good," you replied, looking up at him with a smile. "Because I don't want you to."

"Was I able to help you relax?" you asked with a playful smile, breaking the silence.

Toto laughed, the sound rich and genuine. "You could say that," he replied, his arms tightening around you.

In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of a night of passion, you both knew that things would never be the same. The bond you shared had deepened, and the future, once uncertain, now held the promise of something extraordinary.