#all before my morming coffee

[thepiecesofcait]

Her name was Éponine.

Her life was cold and dark, yet she was unafraid.

[King • Florence + the Machine]

[iycedrem]

How it's going:

Came home from work on the morming of the 16th and noticed that some things were moved around that I don't remember touching. (A shelf under my bed and some stuff on my coffee table)

I had a wedding that I was attending that afternoon, so didn't really have time to look into it and just kinda chalked it up to maybe I just like knocked them out of place by accident at some point and just didn't notice. Immediately went to bed.

Woke up and immediately left to go to the wedding. Had a wonderful time, drank a good bit, and got back home around 8pm.

Now noticing things aren't just moved. Somethings are missing. Snoop a bit further and find purposeful damage to a piece of furniture and signs of forced entry on my basement back door. Someone broke into my house.

Notably and weirdly nothing valuable was stolen. My PC, TVs, Switch, Monitors, Tablets, etc. were all fine. To the best of my knowledge they stole: A Bluetooth speaker (annoying but not the worst thing to lose), a knife my Grandad gave me before he died (the one thing i actually really hate that I lost), a half used pack of AAA batteries (rude, also why?), and a junk box I kept behind my computer monitor that was 90% full of old birthday/ Christmas cards that I just couldn't bring myself to throw away. (???)

After filling a police report, proceeded to order brackets to reinforce my basement door, better locks, and some outdoor security cameras.

The problem is, that stuff isn't showing up for a few days and I'm due back at work tonight for one last night shift before a long weekend and I'm worried this might have just been a casing break-in.

So the plan:

Step 1: reinforce basement door.

Not a prefect solution, but trying to force the lock and deal with the wedged 2x4 isn't going to be easy, they'd have better luck breaking the glass, which I'm hopeful is too risky to try.

Step 2: Create the illusion that the house is occupied.

External lights and most internal lights are on. Ace up my sleeve though is the 11 hour VOD of Jerma playing Seaman on my living room TV. It's long enough to cover the entire duration of my shift and it's mostly just audio of someone talking with very few sound effects.

(Note the damaged record console, spot that hid the sound bar was sliced open by whoever broke in)

Step 3: Call upon "The Boys"

My wonderful amazing friends agreed to help watch a livestream of my Webcam to keep an eye out for movement. (A special thanks to @nermish @cefpodoxime @admiralpickle among some other non tumblr mutuals)

Step 4: finishing touches.

A) Set up an alt account on discord so I could watch my own camera stream from work on my laptop.

(Shout-out to @cefpodoxime for this amazing alt pfp that he slammed out in record time for my new laptop account.)

B) Since the camera doesn't have great view of the entire living room decided to rig a noise trap to alert the stream if some one comes up from the basement.

Ended up adding another 4 or 5 cans after this pic was taken and stacked them taller to ensure a good clatter noise. Tested how it sounded on the stream and it was definitely distinctive.

And C) Nermish asked if we could rig up a mirror so the stream security could watch Jerma in the reflection.

So, I give you the final view:

Note the absolutely miniscule reflection coming from the couch in the next room. There's your jerma stream. Combined with the muffled audio that accurately sounds like Jerma is in the next room. This is easily the worst best way to watch a jerma stream.

At time of writing I am 4ish hours into my 10 hour shift and so far no sign of trouble. Will update if something happens or not. But honestly the absurdity of this set up has made the entire ordeal easier to stomach.

[omlwhatamidoinghere]

Office Hours

Dave York x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Author note: my blog always has been and always will be 18+. MINORS DNI . I might turn this into a series...it depends on how well this does. I just kinda typed it and here we are so I apologize now for any mistakes

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; legal age gap (reader is esrly 20s), reader's father is Dave's boss, just to make things a bit more interesting😏

A quick Dave headcanon because of a writing prompt I saw🤤 you're paying Dave a visit in his office when a colleague comes in

"Come in"

He greets your knock on his door without a glance. The clicking of stilettos forcing his attention to your figure. "Mr. York, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" You've seen this look in his eyes before, your morning jog timed perfectly along with his morming coffee on his front porch. Pupils dilated, primal darkness searing into you. Your panties soak to the point of almost dripping down your thigh, past the hem of your pencil skirt.

"You shouldn't be here, sweetheart. I have a meeting with your father soon. How would he react to seeing his innocent daughter in the office of the man who lives next door? Seems a little off, wouldn't you agree, babydoll?" A nod from you sarisfies his need for a response. Rising from his seat, Dave's hands find support on his desk as he leans over, "So what happens if your father comes strolling through that door right now-" as if on cue, your father knocks on the office door. Scurrying to kneel under Dave's desk, he moves to the door to greet his boss. Both men shake hands and make their way to their respective seats, Dave almost kicking you as he pulls his chair in after taking a seat.

"Well, Mr. York-"

"Please sir, I've already told you, you can call me Dave"

You don't see much of the scene but you can hear the fake smile plastered on Dave's face as it takes every ounce of him to not tell your father all the things you've called him besides 'Dave' and 'Mr. York'.

What you are able so see is the strain in Dave's pants, almost busting the seem in his perfectly ironed work pants. Quietly undoing his belt as the conversation ensues, his hand comes down to grab yours, your father absolutely oblivious to the situation occurring below his employee's desk. The desire to follow his nonverbal orders ever present, the brat inside of you takes hold of the reigns anyway. His cock finally free from the tight confinement. Cherry red lips part to welcome him into your mouth, a cough coming from above, trying not to take away from the conversation.

You can feel him getting closer and closer to the edge, your father still holding his ear captive during his stupid monthlu review. A hand comes down to try and pull you away from his cock, only urging you to continue taking him dowm your throat.

Closer

Closer

Closer

White knuckles cover the armrests of his office chair when your father finally leaves, closing the door behind him. An explosion in your mouth, on cue with the click of the door.

"You dirty fucking brat..." a smile cracks across your lips, "...making me almost cum down your throat- oh do you like that? You like being my slutty little brat?" He moves his chair in more, pushing his foot right between your thighs. Extremely turned on from watching this powerful man crumble in your hands, your slick will surely gather on his shoe.

He grabs your chin, guiding your eyes to his, "Grind on my shoe. Don't cum until I tell you..." his voice lowering to a deep growl, "Be good for Mr. York and grind on his shoe"

[ragingbookdragon]

I'm Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 3

Batfamily x Batsis Story!

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst! Tags!: @itsnottilly @cloudyskylines

Author's Note: DUN DUN DUN!!!! Y'all enjoy this now, because it's only gonna get so much more angstier soon. -Thorne

Set Three Months After PT. 2:

She didn’t have to look up to know who entered the shop, because his voice carried over the air. “Melisandre!”

Humming, she immediately plated a pastry and a hot coffee, sliding it on the counter just as he sat down. “Good morning, Wally,” she greeted, watching him take a bite. “Right on time, as always.”

He smiled, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. “Morming Merisamdmur,” he replied, and she rolled her eyes with a snort.

“Jeez Wally, didn’t your mom teach you to not talk with your mouth full?”

Shrugging, he swallowed and said, “I was trying to be polite.”

“I think it’s more polite to chew with your mouth closed and speak after you swallow.”

They glared at each other before one of them cracked a smile and they fell into laughter. She tossed a napkin his way. “How’s your day going so far?”

Wally groaned and laid his head on the cool marble countertop. “I’ve got so much to do today, it’s not even funny.”

“Well, well, Wally the procrastinator is finally feeling his toes at the fire, huh?” She ignored his glare. “What do you have to do?”

“Barry needs my help with my cousins and my friends are coming over today to hangout and I haven’t bought any food or drinks for that and I have yet to even start cleaning my house.”

She giggled and reached over, patting his head sympathetically. “There, there, Wally. Everything will be alright. Why don’t you just bring your cousins over to your house and watch them while you hang out with your friends?”

“Because my cousins are annoying and I’m not subjecting my friends to that,” he countered and propped his chin on his palm. “Unless…”

She cocked a brow and waited for him to continue and he offered, “You come over with my cousins and help me watch them?”

“No.”

“What! Why?”

“Well for starters, I don’t know your friends and it would be weird for me to just show up.” She countered.

“They’ll like you though!” he cried, and his hand shot out, wrapping around hers. “Please, Melisandre!”

“Wally, I’ll just watch your cousins at my apartment and Iris can just come get them later, that’ll be easier and won’t force me to sit in a group of people who don’t know me.” He tried to speak but she tossed another napkin, hitting him in the face. “I’m watching Dawn and Don so you and your friends can hang out without being bothered, and that’s final.”

His face pinched. “You sure you can keep up with them?”

Something passed between them and she quirked a brow. “I can keep up with you, can’t I, Wally?”

Wally chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, that’s a fair point.” He glanced at her. “They would like you though.”

She ignored the comment in favor of, “Tell me about them. What are they like?”

He inhaled sharply and took a moment to think. “Donna’s strong willed, Roy’s loud, Lilith likes to get in your head, Garth is easy to annoy, and Dick’s kinda the glue that keeps us together.”

“Dick? He get that from Richard by asking nicely?”

Wally barked a laugh. “Oh, I’m definitely gonna tell him you said that.” He nodded. “But yeah, his name is Richard Grayson, but he goes by Dick.”

Her eyes almost bulged out of her head and she was lucky that Wally was looking at his watch then.

Don’t ask. Don’t do it. Leave it alone.

But she couldn’t stop herself.

“Richard Grayson?” she feigned. “Why does that name sound familiar?”

Wally met her eyes. “Bruce Wayne.”

She snapped her fingers. “Right! The ward.” Wiping the counter, she added, “I heard they added a new addition to that family too. A daughter, right? Cassie? Cassidy?”

“Cassandra,” Wally corrected. “Yeah, that’s Dick’s new sister.” He put his elbows on the counter. “She’s nice, doesn’t talk a lot though.”

“The quiet one, then?”

He laughed. “Of them all.”

Don’t dig any deeper, (Y/N). Keep your fucking mouth shut and let it go.

“I always wondered what happened to that other daughter he had,” she murmured, and Wally’s face blanched like he’d witnessed a murder.

“What?”

She met his gaze. “He had another daughter. I think her name was (Y/N).”

He swallowed thickly. “He does.”

“Does? She’s still around?”

“Yeah, she’s in some Italian villa.”

“Wait really? I thought she died or something?”

“What? No! She left—” Wally snapped his mouth shut like he was about to reveal a secret, but she knew anyways. “She left and went to Europe for a mental retreat.” He finalized and she wondered if that was the story Dick told him to say if anyone asked. Or maybe it was Bruce.

“It’s been like three years now, right? You’d think she’d post something on social media.”

“The whole point of a mental retreat, Melisandre, is to get away from social media.”

Oh please, I know plenty of elite who do that shit and still post crap on their socials.

“There’s no way that girl hasn’t.”

“Why do you say that?”

She scoffed. “Oh please, she’s the daughter of a multi-billionaire. There’s no way a girl that wears Gucci belts and carries Prada purses keeps herself off social media.”

Wally’s eyes narrowed like he was thinking hard about something and she internally cursed.

Oh, smooth move you dumbass.

She coughed and waved a hand. “Well, it’s all theory anyway.”

After a moment, he nodded. “Yeah…theory.” Wally got to his feet and handed her the empty plate. “I should go ahead and get back to my place and clean up before they get here.”

“Have fun,” she smiled, and he grabbed her arm.

“Take a pic with me.”

“What? Why?”

“So, I can tell my friends about you and prove I’m not lying.” He pouted. “Pretty please, Melisandre?”

Don’t do it. Dick will know. You know he’ll know.

She smiled despite her internal thoughts. “Sure.”

Wally grinned and raised the camera where she was in the background. She threw up a peace sign and gave a cheesy grin, momentarily blinded by the flash of the camera.

She spun and filled a bag with pastries then handed it to him. “Here, so you can give even more proof.”

Wally took the bag and hopped onto the counter, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Thanks Melisandre!” And he was dashing out the door.

You’ve ruined it all. This is going to come back to bite you in the ass. And it’s going to come quicker than you think.

She frowned and wiped down the counter again, trying to ignore her thoughts. Maybe. Just maybe, it wouldn’t.

***

Waving Barry and Iris off, she smiled as the twins climbed into the backseat of their car and the taillights signaled their departure. She closed the door behind her and glanced at the mess the two tornadoes had left. Even for the little she had in her apartment, they sure did know how to make a mess.

She sighed as she bent over to pick up one of the cushions when her doorbell rang and she stood up, confusion coming over her as she made her way to the door.

“Hello?” she asked, and a muffled voice echoed from the other side.

“Melisandre, it’s me, Wally. Can I come in?”

She opened the door, surprised to see him. “Wally? What are you doing here? I thought you were with your friends?”

“Yeah, I told them I had to do something really quickly,” he said as entered her apartment. He took a moment to examine her living room. “Man, Dawn and Don did a number here, didn’t they?”

She chuckled. “We had fun building forts.” Nudging him in the side, she added, “I don’t mind the mess.” She looked at him. “Do your friends know? About you being…you know?”

He nodded. “We’re all special in some way.”

Understatement there, Wally.

“So, why tell them you need to do something then come to me? Is everything alright?”

Busying herself with the couch cushions, she waited for him to explain, but nothing could’ve prepared her for his words.

“It will be once I get to the bottom of it…(Y/N).” She froze for a split second, but it was all he needed. “It really is you, isn’t it?”

(Y/N) stood upright and gazed at him. “When did you know?” Her voice was a lot colder than she meant for it to be.

“I had suspicion for a while, but when I showed the picture to everyone, Dick said it looked like you.”

“Really?” she laughed. “I thought I did a good job changing my appearance from three years ago.”

Wally didn’t laugh, he merely gaped at her. “Why?”

“Why what?” (Y/N) knew what he was referring to.

“Why’d you just leave?” He took a step towards her. “Do you have any idea what your family has gone through since you disappeared on them? The grief? The shame?”

She shrugged. “I explained everything in the letter I wrote my dad, Wally. There’s no reason why they should still be concerned with me.”

“They love you!” he shouted, taking her by surprise. “They love and miss you so much!”

“My family ignored me for eighteen years straight, Wally!” She yelled right back. “What was I supposed to do? Sit and pretend being forgotten was all normal?!” (Y/N) couldn’t help but shove at his chest. “I chose to leave because my next choice was taking a swan dive off Wayne Enterprises!”

His eyes went wide, and she shook her head. “I left because the only person who cared about me, was me.” She turned and fixed the final couch cushion while he watched her do so.

“They’re still looking for you, you know. Dick is always staring at his phone hoping there’s a text from Jason or Tim that they’ve found a sign of you.”

(Y/N) sighed. “If you’re trying to guilt trip me, Wally, it’s not going to work.” She shot him a glare. “I got over the fucking guilt the second the flight to Central took off. I got over the fucking guilt the night I laid in a hotel room bed curled into a ball where I cried myself to sleep. I got over the fucking guilt the moment I realized I’ve done so much better on my own than when I was there.”

She marched up to him and got in his face. “I got over the fucking guilt when I realized Barry and Iris Allen were more of a family than four brothers and dad ever were.”

They glared at each other and finally, she let out a sigh. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve already started a new life here and I have no plans of ever going back.”

“At a college that doesn’t have a real name. You know that’s illegal, right?”

(Y/N) scoffed. “What’re you gonna do, Wally? March into four-C and tell them Bruce Wayne’s daughter is going to school under a false name? We both know you wouldn’t.”

“I’ll tell Dick,” he suddenly shot back, and she went rigid.

“You wouldn’t dare,” (Y/N) threatened and he took a step towards her, getting nose to nose with her.

“Try me.”

They stared one another down and she said, “I think you need to leave, Wally West.”

His eyes narrowed. “Yeah, I guess I should.” He spun on his heel and marched to the door, but stopped when she questioned,

“Are you really going to tell him?”

Wally gazed at the ground for a moment then he murmured, “…No…it’s not my place to.”

(Y/N) swallowed and nodded. “Thank yo—”

“Don’t thank me, (Y/N). I’m lying to my best friend about knowing the real location of his baby sister he misses dearly.”

She looked away. “Cassandra is his baby sister now. He should focus on her.”

“You really have no idea about what they feel for you, do you, (Y/N)?” He asked, and she grunted.

“Get out, Wally.”

“Don’t worry, I’m gone,” he spat, slamming the door behind him, hard enough that it shook the walls that held the doorframe.

(Y/N) stared at the door for a few moments then cursed sharply and collapsed onto her couch, eyes directed to the ceiling. Three years down the drain in one conversation.

Way to go, (Y/N). You did a spectacular job of keeping it all under wraps.

She groaned and picked herself off the couch, not caring about the mess as she headed to bed. She’d deal with it all in the morning.

[worldofvixen]

Weird News

Here comes the first challenge :) 

- Are you reading this crap again? -  I sat down next to my mother at the breakfast table. I couldn’t hide my disgust for something, what she held in her hand and called a newspaper. 

- There are some interesting things in it.  -  my mother looked at me with an angry look. In the meantime, I poured myself some coffee, and took some food. The breakfast at my  childhood house, not comparable to anything. I need to waik up, because it will be a long way to go home.  

- Of course like UFOs, Big Foot and returning ghosts. 

- Don't joke with ghosts, they do exist -  My Mother tried to teach me. - Mrs. Wilson has said , she often sees her poor husband  sitting in the small garden, which he loved so much,  while he was  alive. 

- Oh, gosh! She's alone, lonely, and she's old, and I’m sure she eats a lot of strong medicine. 

 - Yes, she is old, but not fool. I say, our loved ones never leave us, they watch us. - my mother replied. 

- Well, then they see a lot of things they shouldn't, -  I laughed. I was simply unable to take this whole thing seriously,  And I was not at all happy, that my mother believed in such things. 

-  That mockery again. -  she shook his head disapprovingly.  - You act like,  your science knows the answer to everything!

- No, we do not know the answer to many things. Not yet! But I’m sure there’s an explanation for everything. Which can be physics, chemistry, biology, etc. But not this paranormal trashy. 

We continued to eat in silence. Meanwhile, my phone “beeped”,  that a message had come. A happy smile ran through me face, even though I only saw the sender. I was hoping Mom wouldn't notice anything,  because she was starting to combine, asking questions, and I didn't want to explain about nothing.  But I probably blushed, which he immediately noted. 

- Why are you so happy? Who was that? She tried to lurk, even putting down the newspaper.

- Just a workmate. - I wanted to cut this conversation. 

- In an early morming? - she looked at me, with a raised eyebrow, and full of with questions. 

- Is it a problem? It's not early, anyway. - I want to skipp this, so I asked her if she could pack me some snacks for the trip, because the 9-hour train ride would be long.

- You girl, you're not telling me something. -  she growled than, she  got up to take the couple of dirty dishes to the sink.

- How could I lie to you? -  I asked back with a smile.  - You know me very well. Sometimes I feel,  You're almost reading my mind.

- I’m sure,  you don’t believe that? 

- In telepathy? No. At least not, as these newspapers serve it. - I waved the newspaper.

- And I'm already starting to be glad that some boy wrote to you. You live there, in that big city alone. You're not going anywhere, you're going to run out of time.

- Oh, no, not again. We've talked about this so many times. - I feel embarrassed that the same record was playing again and again, when I visited them. 

- You could really find someone. You're not so ugly to be left alone. It’s true that your humor is sometimes very hurtful, but you can be nice too.

I didn't answer him, but started to flip through the newspaper ,  because it’s even better than this “marriage” topic. 

“Weird News”  I didn't like the title either. 

There were interviews with the medium, case study reports, photos. I don’t even remember when I read much stupid things like these. Sometimes I had to growl.  Mom looked back at me.

- What's so awful?

- Just listen this -  I started to read aloud.

“ Special! “ - stood at the beginning of one article. What could be so important is that it should be highlighted.

“ There are mysteries in a small town in New Mexico . The locals are afraid of the ghost motel, but it is not the only thing that disturbs the calm of the surrounding,  But also the people who emerge from nowhere under mysterious circumstances.

A bizarre and unexplained case haunts the life of Toryn Holden from Pennsylvania. The 43-year-old man got into an argument at a bar with a stranger. Word followed word by word, we couldn’t agree on who had right. We started pushing. And what happened next is inconceivable to me to this day. - Toryn began his story. -  After then he started preaching about etiquette and respect,then took a sheet of paper resembling a ticket out of his pocket and said he would send me to Hell for my sins. “

I laughed at that sentence. This sonds so funny, but I continued the reading 

“ He hit my forehead with that ticket, and the next one what I remember I falled down and then hit the ground. I was really scared because I was sure I’m in the Hell. There was nothing there but an empty road and an old ruined house, plus it was warm. No doubt the guy was telling the truth, and he sent me to Hell. 

I don't know who wrote this article but he or she has really good fantasy.

“I started walking. I didn't quite understand the situation. Then I reached the town, where several locals tried to reassure me that I was still alive, and no matter how unfriendly this place seemed, it wasn’t Hell. I landed in Gallup, New Mexico,  so that a few moments before I drank a beer in another state, thousands of miles from here. Even then, my biggest problem was how to get home. 

Yeah, and someone's even belive in this. Then they wrote about it wasen't first case. It has happened before. The locals are afraid, but most of all they just don’t like the fact that those who get here believe their town is the Hell.

- And you asked, why I don’t like this kind of newspaper... - I grimaced. and I put it back to the table. . -  If the guy invented teleportation, he's a genius. But in my opinion this Toryn guy got drunk terribly ugly and doesn’t even remember going there.

- But he said, he just “ooops, he just found himself there  “- mom said 

- Then he a genius. Or the guy with the ticket. But if this technique exists , I would pay for it. Just immagine, I could skip the 9-hour train ride. Unfortunately, this is not possible. -  I shook my head. - "Does anyone seriously believe such shit?" Teleport would be one if not the greatest invention of mankind.

- There are inexplicable things, you said that . -  Mom reminds me of what I said a few minutes earlier.

- That's a fact! Just like the fact that someone can’t suddenly disappear in one half of the country and show up somewhere else. This is contrary to all physical laws.  Anyway, you’ve noticed that most of these strange cases happen in some wretched little town. A lot of stupid people…

- Beware what you're talking about! - my Mom wouldn't let him finish the sentence - Maybe you're a big-city girl right now and you can be proud of your job in the university. But never forget where would you come. You also came from such a wretched place with silly people.

- I did not mean. - I was ashamed of myself. I didn't want to hurt her. - Sorry. I was just annoyed that they wanted to brainwash people with these.

- “If you weren’t so rigid and dismissive of everyone, I’m sure, you would be happier. Be forgiving to people. You never know, maybe even this Gallup tale is true.

- Then I hope and can send a few people to Hell. - a laughed, but she didn’t find this funny.