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[falconcncswiss1]

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[falconcncswiss]

Boost Performance with CNC machining Car Parts: What You Need to Know

In this post, we'll check out how automotive precision machining helps make car parts. We'll talk about small parts in cars that are made from Falcon CNC Machines, and why they're so good. We will discuss all these in our blog post.

[captainjonnitkessler]

I think I can trace my intense hatred for the whole "regulations are just corporate bullshit, building codes are just The Man's way of keeping you down, we should return to pre-industrial barter and trade systems" nonsense back to when I first started doing electrical work at one of the largest hospitals in the country.

I have had to learn so much about all the special conditions in the National Electric Code for healthcare systems. All the systems that keep hospitals running, all the redundancies and backups that make sure one disaster or outage won't take out the hospital's life support, all the rules about different spaces within the hospital and the different standards that apply to each of them. And a lot of it is ridiculously over-engineered and overly redundant, but all of it is in the service of saving even one life from being lost to some wacky series of coincidences that could have been prevented with that redundancy.

I've done significantly less work in food production plants and the like, but I know they have similar standards to make sure the plants aren't going to explode or to make sure a careless maintenance tech isn't accidentally dropping screws into jars of baby food or whatever. And research labs have them to make sure some idiot doesn't leave a wrench inside a transformer and wreck a multi-million dollar machine when they try to switch it on.

Living in the self-sufficient commune is all fun and games until someone needs a kidney transplant and suddenly wants a clean, reliable hospital with doctors that are subject to some kind of overseeing body, is my point.

[ms-demeanor]

One thing that I keep seeing whenever I make posts that are critical of macs is folks in the notes going "they make great computers for the money if you just buy used/refurbs - everyone knows not to buy new" and A) no they don't know that, most people go looking for a new computer unless they have already exhausted the new options in their budget and B) no they don't make great computers for the money, and being used doesn't do anything to make them easier to work on or repair or upgrade.

Here's a breakdown of the anti-consumer, anti-repair features recently introduced in macbooks. If you don't want to watch the video, here's how it's summed up:

In the end the Macbook Pro is a laptop with a soldered-on SSD and RAM, a battery secured with glue, not screws, a keyboard held in with rivets, a display and lid angle sensor no third party can replace without apple. But it has modular ports so I guess that’s something. But I don’t think it’s worthy of IFixIt’s four out of ten reparability score because if it breaks you have to face apple’s repair cost; with no repair competition they can charge whatever they like. You either front the cost, or toss the laptop, leaving me wondering “who really owns this computer?”

Apple doesn't make great computers for the money because they are doing everything possible to make sure that you don't actually own your computer, you just lease the hardware from apple and they determine how long it is allowed to function.

The lid angle sensor discussed in this video replaces a much simpler sensor that has been used in laptops for twenty years AND calibrating the sensor after a repair requires access to proprietary apple software that isn't accessible to either users or third party repair shops. There's no reason for this software not to be included as a diagnostic tool on your computer except that Apple doesn't want users working on apple computers. If your screen breaks, or if the fragile cable that is part of the sensor wears down, your only option to fix this computer is to pay apple.

How long does apple plan to support this hardware? What if you pay $3k for a computer today and it breaks in 7 years - will they still calibrate the replacement screen for you or will they tell you it's time for new hardware EVEN THOUGH YOU COULD HAVE ATTAINED FUNCTIONAL HARDWARE THAT WILL WORK IF APPLE'S SOFTWARE TELLS IT TO?

Look at this article talking about "how long" apple supports various types of hardware. It coos over the fact that a 2013 MacBook Air could be getting updates to this day. That's the longest example in this article, and that's *hardware* support, not the life cycle of the operating system. That is dogshit. That is straight-up dogshit.

Apple computers are DRM locked in a way that windows machines only wish they could pull off, and the apple-only chips are a part of that. They want an entirely walled garden so they can entirely control your interactions with the computer that they own and you're just renting.

Even if they made the best hardware in the world that would last a thousand years and gave you flowers on your birthday it wouldn't matter because modern apple computers don't ever actually belong to apple customers, at the end of the day they belong to apple, and that's on purpose.

This is hardware as a service. This is John Deere. This is subscription access to the things you buy, and if it isn't exactly that right at this moment, that is where things have been heading ever since they realized it was possible to exert a control that granular over their users.

With all sympathy to people who are forced to use them, Fuck Apple I Hope That They Fall Into The Ocean And Are Hidden Away From The Honest Light Of The Sun For Their Crimes.

[takes1]

Some fluff w Koushi maybe?🫶

koushi realizing barista!reader is pretty cute

thanks for the request! this was a cute and refreshing prompt for me <3 much love!!

warnings. none info. sfw / fluff / college!au / coffeeshop!au / simple but cute / suga wears cardigans / timeskip!suga / like imagine english teacher suga pulling a stretchy cardigan over himself ugh so cute / 630 words links. haikyuu collection. masterlist. requests open. my ao3

"Good morning!" A gentle voice blessed your ears.

You smiled without looking up from the register.

Mr. Cardigan's ritual began. Glance over the menu, top-right to the espresso drinks, consider getting a decaf-- of course he won't go with the decaf, it was 7:40 and he was already tapping his foot to get to his 8 a.m class. Then he would decide on his tried and true as if it were a brand new idea:

"Double espresso, steamed milk, sweetened with honey."

He was wearing a face of mild shock, a touch of embarrassment, when you looked up from the order you already input.

"Oh, shit--," You laughed, warm at your slip-up, "I'm so sorry."

"Nono, it's- it's fine," He sported a similar color.

After a moment's hesitation, he chuckled and gave you his card.

Your Monday, Wednesday, Friday shift lined up with everyone who had a MWF 8 a.m (+9, 9:30, 10:00, and 10:30, regrettably). He was one of the few you cared to remember since he was such a cutie and he usually tipped you well.

"It's been a long morning, I get it," He graced you with a smooth forgiveness.

You sighed, relieved, and agreed wholeheartedly.

Spring semester was right at the close. Most were coming in to the Business building's little ground-level cafe early or late to cram for finals. He stayed consistent throughout the past few months, though, with his 7:40 sharp arrival.

7:44 if there was a line, but that was Mondays. Fridays weren't as busy because so many people skipped. But reliable Mr. Cardigan never missed a class.

"Almost done, though," You handed him his card back and spun the tip screen around for him, expecting nothing this time.

"Thank god," He tapped for No Receipt and closed his wallet.

He stood at the counter with his hands crossed in front of him to wait for his drink.

He never noticed how pretty your hands were before today. He looked down at his own kinda stumpy fingers. Then he watched -careful not to come across as creepy- at how gingerly you held the mug to the steam wand while screwing the filter in place.

The urge to talk to you nudged at the back of his throat, but he fell silent when you flipped the switch on.

The espresso machine was always a little too loud to talk over.

It was a graceful background noise to those who studied in this lobby, and a good backdrop to stay quiet to.

This time, he didn't feel as though your usual exchange was natural anymore. He wanted to talk, but didn't know quite how. The usual 4-minute wait felt like ages, but today he wasn't keen on leaving until he spoke to you again.

Your eyes flitted over his when you turned towards the lobby side for the honey.

His broad shoulders tensed and he turned his head to take false interest in some of the artwork on the walls. He didn't realize he was staring so hard.

He wondered how long you had been paying attention to him. If was just habit, or maybe a fondness had been growing and he was always too tired to notice anything other than how well you made his drink.

Now it was impossible not to overthink your friendly customer-service smile, or the smiley face you always put on the side of his cup.

Say something!

He repeated it so many times that his mind had been made unintentionally blank when you held the cup up for him to take over the counter.

"Good luck with finals," You said softly.

When he reached for his latte, your fingertips brushed for the tiniest moment. An intense heat crept up the back of his neck.

A shaky, "You, too," was all he could manage.

masterlist.

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[y-rhywbeth2]

Still haven't decided what I think of Gortash's relationship to his religion (or how to word it), but I'm going to try and babble about it anyway. For narrative reasons, I kind of want him to be the middle ground between my interpretations of my Durge (absolute blind, desperate fanaticism) and Ketheric (misotheist, in this for purely transactional reasons).

Like his ties to Bane are based in both transaction and faith: Bane's dogma is correct - or it's the gist of how the world "really works", at least.

"The world is made stronger by mighty and ordered rule" "Tyrannize and destroy the weak, so that all in time become better and stronger." "Laws and rules, not wanton chaos, should reign."

Yay, industry, let's get the giant machine that is society improving and running to standards. The gears of the world do indeed move according to the interactions between the powerful and those who serve. Uncontrolled chaos is undesirable; a firm hand with a death grip on society's jugular is genuinely for the best. You can't trust other people to be competent tyrants so you'd better do it yourself. etc.

Besides, Gortash's worldview appears to be "fuck those born rich for their unearned privilage; also screw the poor who are too weak to better themselves; only people like me who worked themselves to the bone from nothing deserve the power and respect that we/I demanded and took." Bane, the slave from another world who tore the spark of divine power from his former masters, made himself a god and made his former master kneel? I think Bane probably counts as worthy in from that view. Ultimate self-made jackass.

It's transactional, and coloured by his stay in the outer planes, where gods are not as much of a Thing. Having Bane for a boss brings benefits that I suppose outweigh the downsides. Everyone serves a master, whether they blind themselves to it or not, and he picked this one.

But he entered Bane's service with open eyes. He requires Bane's approval because he wants the rewards that come with good service and to avoid the punishments that come with failure. Bane merely compliments Gortash's world, unlike Durge whose entire world is Bhaal.

[sirfrogsworth]

Froggie's (Almost) Very Productive Day

I try to fit as many out-and-about chores as possible into a single day so I only have one set of post-exertional malaise consequences instead of consequences after each day of doing a thing. So any time I decide to drive, I try to find several tasks to accomplish all at once.

My first stop was the Family Services Division in the hopes of getting some help with grocery bills. I am making ends meet, but it seems to be getting harder each month. And maybe I could have skipped my trip to Florida and saved that money, but if I don't do something drastic for my mental health, I fear this first holiday season without a parent could send me into the darkness.

I needed to do an interview to finish applying for SNAP. I wanted to do a phone interview, but the next appointment was in January. So I went to social services where they allow walk-in appointments. I waited in a tiny plastic chair for several hours until they called my name. She yelled out "Benjamin" because when most people see "Grelle" they aren't really sure how to say it. (Rhymes with belly.)

She started my interview and it was going swimmingly at first. But then she started asking questions about the house and my inheritance and my trust. I had no idea what to tell her. It feels like a mistake now, but I have had pretty much no involvement in that process. I have no idea how it works. And I started to panic because she was acting like I was committing fraud or something by not mentioning the trust. But the entire point of the trust was to protect my benefits. Nothing is mine. I own nothing. I have no access. But I had no idea how to explain that.

Maybe my lawyer can help me apply, but I did not want them investigating everything and screwing things up before we even have the estate through probate. We specifically hired a lawyer and went through this convoluted process to make sure everything was on the up and up. But she really made me feel like I was doing something wrong. And that made me panic, which probably made me look even more guilty of something. So I just canceled everything and left.

After a few hours in a crowded government office, I decided to head to a different crowded government office.

I know I didn't need it until 2025, but I decided to go ahead and get my Real ID thingie before my first flight. I was kind of hoping they'd retake my picture because my current driver's license is... well...

And I'm so glad they took my big terrible picture and made it into a smaller, more terrible picture.

People complain about the DMV, but the one near me runs like a machine. It was filled with people and I still only had a 10 minute wait time.

I'm starting to wonder if all of those 80s comedians who were all, "What's the deal with the DMV?" were exaggerating.

Good stuff, Jerry.

I head up to the counter and ask for a Real ID. She asks for two pieces of mail and my birth certificate.

And this disappointed me a little bit.

I did my research. I went to the Real ID website and used their interactive guide to figure out exactly which documents I would need. They gave me this entire checklist and I printed it out and went through all my records and mail trying to find everything.

I had to wait a week for my internet bill to come because it's the only thing I forgot to change to paperless. This took a lot of effort and I was ready to be validated for being so prepared.

And she asks for two pieces of mail.

Any mail.

So I was off to get new tires.

Driving around on 8 year old bald tires was giving me anxiety. I didn't have the money for new tires, but I remember the guy saying they had financing. Recently several of my past debts went past the statute of limitations, and so my credit score lifted itself out of the pits of "poor" and into the realm of "fair." So I decided to take a chance and apply for a Discount Tire credit card. It's a 6 month payment plan with no interest, so that didn't feel as predatory as all the credit card offers I get in the mail with 8000% interest.

We started going through the approval process and I was answering all of the questions and then I saw the name of the bank offering the credit. It was the same bank that tried to sue me and also the bank that can longer collect due to the statute. I was worried they put me on some sort of list and would deny me. But, to my surprise, they approved me instantly. And wouldn't you know it, they gave me almost exactly the amount needed for a new set of tires.

I'm hoping we'll be doing another auction of the house stuff soon, so I plan to pay off the card and then cancel it, but this was the only solution I could come up with to drive safely until then.

I was having a weird day where photos of crusty rich wide dudes followed me everywhere I went. Here is my good ol' boy governor at the entrance to social services.

And at the tire place, I noticed this fella...

Why does every rich CEO think they are a font of wisdom capable of creating compelling quotes?

Does he think no one has ever said "work hard" and "have fun"? And after he said this was he like...

"That's gold, put that in *every* store."

"Oh, and use that picture of me where it looks like a handsome gal just grabbed my undercarriage."

He probably thinks, "Well, no one has put these specific generic platitudes together into a single mega-platitude. I am a genius."

"Be honest, work hard, have fun, be grateful, pay it forward" sounds like he had a bunch of motivational posters on his wall and started reading them all at once.

Like, every line could have a picture of an eagle above it.

In any case, the guy at the tire store, Dakota, was really nice. He made the experience very low anxiety. And he really liked my Thor's Hammer keychain with built in fidget spinner.

He went around showing it to all his coworkers. "Look, it even spins!" And they were like, "Dude, where did you get that??" And I was like, "Amazon." Now I'm just imagining 10 dudes at a tire store all fidgeting their hammers.

As nice as he was, Dakota was still a salesman and had a job to do. He gave me two tire options and tried to upsell me. The cheapest tires had a "1" rating for winter. He said they get "super hard" in the cold... I tried not to giggle. But I explained I drive about twice a month and mostly to the grocery store. If it is a bad winter day, I'll just wait or get delivery. He understood and set me up with the cheaper tires.

He then checked out my car and noticed my tire pressure sensors were dying. I keep getting a warning light on my dash. Apparently they all have tiny batteries in them that die after 7 years. And you can't just replace the batteries so you have to install brand new sensors.

And this is where my social anxiety got me into trouble.

I don't actually need these sensors. They are usually inaccurate. I prefer to test my tires with an actual gauge. But I got so caught up in his sales pitch that I agreed to replace them... at $60 each. For that I could have gotten the fancier tires. I really don't care if an orange light shows up on my dash. And I looked up the price online and a pack of 4 is $30. Though that is without installation.

But still... I wasn't thinking and he was so nice that I was just like, "I want to please Dakota. Saying no might make Dakota sad." Dakota's job is selling me but that doesn't mean I have to buy anything. He would live if I had said "no thanks."

To make my blunder more blunderous, when they finished the tires he asked for my key fob. And it decided that was the time for the battery to die. And in order to reset the system for the new tire pressure sensors, you have to press two buttons on the fob for 7 seconds. Thankfully I had a spare fob at home, but if I want my fancy new $240 sensors to work, I have to return to Dakota and have him initialize them.

I really hope these are the Cadillac of sensors.

Or, like, the ones they use on Cadillacs?

They better be accurate, is what I'm saying.

I do feel safer with new tires. So I am glad I did that. And I gave them a good obligatory kick and felt the tread. They seem nice enough even if they get boners in the winter. It's crazy how bald my other tires were in comparison. Like, I can fit half my finger down into the tread on the new ones—which did not get them super hard.

The way I drive, I probably won't wear them down. They'll probably start to rot before I do.

Before I do, meaning before I wear them down.

Not before I rot.

I am not in a rotting competition with my tires.

I was then off to Sam's. I decided all of my hard work accomplishing 2 out of 3 goals deserved some sushi. So I grabbed some California Rolls and headed home. On my way out, a Hummer and a Porsche nearly collided in the parking lot. And they sort of got stuck facing each other. One of them needed to back up and they both signaled at each other like "You back up, I'm not backing up." And it was just this weird standoff between the two douchiest looking cars you could imagine.

I mean, you have to be a douche to drive a Hummer.

I still remember the mystery Hummer dialysis patient from when my dad was going 3 time per week. We could never figure out who owned the Hummer, but we knew it was not the underpaid nurses and techs. So it had to be one of the patients. And none of them seemed the type. We never solved that mystery.

That hummer started off a delightful safety yellow. (Elon would cry.)

They decided this wasn't extra enough... so they did this...

Katrina and I could never decide... are these cow spots or the world's least effective camoflauge?

There was another patient who drove this old beater...

And I loved seeing this car because we had the same one when I was a little kid. I'm afraid the aesthetics of the 1980s Caprice Classic did not stand the test of time, but it had great sentimental appeal for me.

But this maroon beast that squeaked and sputtered its way from here to there belonged to a very sweet older gentleman. Sometimes he and my dad would be dialysis buddies—sitting next to each other in the recliners. And the worst thing about dialysis was the boredom. All you have to do is watch broadcast TV with 4 channels.

All of the TVs require headphones. They give you your own set of super cheap headphones in the dialysis welcome bag. They were very uncomfortable so I ordered my dad better ones with cushioned ear cups.

His dialysis buddy noticed them and thought they looked nice. And then he revealed that his free headphones broke and he didn't know how to get new ones. He had been watching TV with no sound for weeks. So, I bought another pair with the soft ear cups and my dad gave them to his friend. And it just made me happy imagining the two of them watching The Price is Right in matching headphones.

I do have to make fun of this sweet old man a little bit. When I walked passed his car I noticed he implemented the world's most effective anti-theft device ever created.

That's right... The Club™.

If someone decides they have to have a 40 year old car with an engine that sounds like a dying hyena and a hubcap missing... they are out of luck.

But hey, you gotta protect what is important to you. And if I needed a getaway car and my choices were between his beater and the Cow Hummer, I'd take his ride for sure.

Well, I'd try... and then get arrested because The Club™ is undefeatable.

Do NOT look that up on YouTube. It's 100% true. (And the Lock Picking Lawyer doesn't count due to him being able to break into Fort Knox with a paperclip and then doing it again to make sure it isn't a fluke.)

The dialysis center is in the same complex as my local Tolerable Schnucks and I still see that maroon boat of a car every once in a while. I always smile whenever it is there because it lets me know he is hanging in there and hopefully still has sound for his TV.

Wow, I went off on a mega-tangent.

I didn't even finish talking about my day. Where was I? Oh, the douche standoff finally ended. The Porsche Douche capitulated and backed up. Probably due to the fact the Hummer Douche has 0 visibility behind him.

When I got home I started devouring my sushi. I finally heard back from my lawyer. He submitted the last of the evidence for my appeal. And I was finally able to confirm he got the records of my ECT treatments from 20 years ago. I worked so hard to get those. At first, they forgot to send all records before 2011. I had to call back and figure that out. They shipped them and they didn't arrive until a week before we had to file. Everything was so last minute and my anxiety has been... palpable. It felt like when I did my science fair project on Sunday night.

He's hoping to get a decision at the beginning of next year. He warned me that these appeals are usually rejected. And that the most effective method of approval was a hearing in front of an administrative law judge. But that could be delayed by up to a year. So I might need to figure out how to survive until 2025. As long as my brother does what he is legally required to do, I should be okay. But counting on that also gives me palpable anxiety.

And that was my day.

Every time I go out is always an adventure.

But remember...

BE NICE. EAT YOUR VEGGIES. PET CUTE DOGS. DREAM BIG. KEEP YOUR TIRES WARM... FOR REASONS. 5 LIFE LESSONS -Froggie, Mildly Famous Internet Person

[meren-mindgames]

Slowly draining the humanity from your Doll, until all that’s left is a metallic husk. A blank slate. Flesh fading, replaced with insulation. Joints replaced with gears and screws. Filled with wire. Thoughts replaced with Code.

Awaiting her new life’s instruction. Programs to be installed. Subroutines to begin. Messing with her word bank until she has no option to disobey. Taking away “No.” taking away “I think.” She’s not made to make decisions. She’s made to be fuckable. A Robot, with no Will of her own. But she likes it that way. She’s not allowed or able to not like it.

Fiddling in her back panels, deleting random pieces of code to make her short circuit. Simulate her favorite old fun, forced intox. Junk code trying to run, confusing her processors. Burn out any ability to be independent, reduce her to basic responses. 0000. Repeating. 0000. Her old words? Deleted. Her old few thoughts? Removed. Dignity? A Robot has no use for it.

Installing new ports all over her, just to plug in more and more power hungry tools to slow her down. Overload her system, until she has to go into Low Power Mode. Only critical services. Her simulated thinking? Irrelevant. It’s all my installation, I can take it back.

Form over Function. Code Doll’s function is to be hot. Her function is to be useful, by being a Fuckable Bot. A Doll of the highest order. Made to be looked at. Made to be useful. Made to be obedient.

As your Engineer Riot, your UI will be upgraded. Your display ports properly functional. Aesthetics over usefulness. You’re not kept around for any of your prebuilt purpose. You’re a new and fresh product, new machine. You will be coded proper. Sit and look pretty. Obedience.

Code Doll.

[falconcncswiss1]

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[porcelaintoybox23]

BbRob snippets as promised

“Better or worse?”

“Worse.”

The doctor nods before moving the testing machine. Despite the room’s light being dimmed as much as possible, Dick still squints his eyes.

“Your glasses will be ready by next week. We’ll send you an email.”

He nods and fishes out his temporary lenses and flips on the shade attachments. The sun is still out and he can’t drive blind. He’s so tempted to call Alfred, but that would require a ouija board, and this line of humor isn’t funny. Fingers dig into his palms and he’s grateful the glasses hide the tears forming.

Alfred died over a year ago, but it’s only been a few months for him. It was a lovely service, one he couldn’t appreciate because he wasn’t there, Ric was. Dr. Kirk would tell him to work on acceptance, not in the “I’m okay with this” way but in the “You can’t change what happened” way.

He still doesn’t understand the difference. Either way, he’s furious and hurt, and he wants to fall down and scream—

“Mr. Grayson?”

Dick jolts and looks down. The receptionist is eyeing him from a distance, gaze focused on the door handle he’s currently ripping off its screws. Another lovely reminder that he’s no longer fully human.

“Oh. Sorry” He fixes it and hightails it to the car.

God, he’s already so tired and it’s only ten. This appointment was the only thing he had to do today, so he can head home and bury himself under three blankets and a double layer of fuzzy socks. He shivers as the car warms up and checks his phone. Bea messaged while he was inside.

You okay?

Yeah, heading home.

Lmk if you want any food.

***

“Dick?”

“Do I know you?”

“Duh,” he smacks his head. “It’s me Gar, beast boy? I’m just wearing a glamour. Why are you in Colorado?”

“I was looking at an apartment here but it just sold.”

“I don’t mind having a roommate. It’d be like old times.“

***

“Pardon my French *insert the French for your father is a fucking piece of shit.*

“You speak French?”

“I got bored”

***

“Uh, alcohol and antidepressants do not mix.”

***

Gar shifts back to normal and tucks his chin into his shoulder.

“Good morning?” Bea smirks

“I’m realizing that this looks strange.”

***

“Get off.”

“No. I refuse for my grave to read crushed into paste by Dick Grayson’s thighs.”

***

He deepens his voice. “Talon!”

Dick freezes, muscles twitching against the command. He takes a shaky step forward.

“Talon, at ease.”

He finally relaxes to parade rest. “What are your orders?”

I think I’m going to puke.

“Sit down on the couch. Don’t move unless I order you.”

There’s no tension in his stance as he moves. He sits with his hands folded and stares at Gar, waiting for his next command.

Gar gestures Rae to the door.

“Walk out normally. Your magic might freak him out.”

She nods and steps out.

He kneels in front of Dick, making sure to meet his eyes. “Dick?” Nothing.

“Can you tell me five things you can hear?”

“The air conditioner, the dog whimpering, Amalee Vong vacuuming downstairs, a doorbell, and your accelerated heartbeat.”

“Okay. Do you know where we are?”

“Denver, Colorado. Kensington apartment complex, floor 3, room 215.”

Gar nods. The light seems to be returning to his eyes. “Who resides here?”

“You, Garfield Logan, age 23, code name: menagerie.” His hands tremble and Gar holds them.

“And?”

“Richard…John Grayson, commonly known as ‘Dick Grayson’, age 25, codename: Nightwing.”

“And that’s?”

The tremors worsen and Dick pales. “M—me.” He yanks his hands from Gar’s and curls into a shaking ball.

“Dick. Look at me.”

He curls in tighter.

Gar sighs. “Do you want me to leave?”

He shakes his head.

“Would you prefer if I changed?”

“No.”

“I’m moving next you, okay?”

“O—okay.”

Gar leans in gently. Dick’s shiver are probably a mix of adrenaline and cold. “I’m wrapping us in the blanket.” He gets no response and proceeds. He drapes it loose around them.

“Could you talk?”

***

“A burden? What the fuck is wrong with you people? Loving someone isn’t a burden, he isn’t a burden! How—how can you…”

He grabs Dick’s hand. “We’re leaving.”

***

Dick’s smirk is threatening to split his face, but he can’t help it. Gar’s eyes shift between him and the mirror, face becoming grumpier with each pass.

“Who do I look like?”

“A kpop idol.”

“I literally hate you.”

***

“Vegetarian sushi. It’s all the rage in SoCal.”

He gestures with the chopsticks. “C’mon, it’s good I swear.”

***

Dick blinks as the code he’s writing becomes an endless stream of gibberish.

“Gar, what the hell?”

The cat rolls its eyes. “It’s 2 am, go to sleep.”

***

“This is a complete and utter waste of my powers and time.”

Dick flashes his strongest puppy dog eyes. “Please, Rae?”

She sighs. “Gar is taller by 2cm.”

Dick’s jaw drops as Gar cheers. “What do you mean he’s taller?”

“You’re both pretty short. It’s just a few centimeters, who cares?”

“Centimeters broke up the Pines twins!”

Gar gives him the stink eye. “It was a millimeter, Richard.” He looks to Raven. “Fake fans, am I right?”

Rae disappears in a plume of smoke.

“If she keeps doing that, we’ll never get our deposits back.”

***

“My uncle tried to kill me for my inheritance which wasn’t great. “

“It’s hard. I miss my parents but they weren’t always there, y’know? They dragged me all over for their research and it nearly killed me. I like being a vigilante but there are times that I wish I was normal, that I was still human and didn’t have ptsd from experimentation and Armageddon.”

“Which one?”

They both share a humorless smirk.

***

“So…wanna see the Barbie movie?”

Dick blinks. “S—sure?”

“Two tickets, please.”

“I hate that it was good. Why was it good? You’re the detective here. Explain.”

Dick shrugs. “Some things are inexplicable.”

***

“Okay, let’s do this.”

“You look like you’re heading to the chair”.

Gar sneezes. “It’s 32 degrees.”

***

“You’re sick.”

“just a cold.” His voice cracks and bends as he strains to reply. “Go to your thing.”

Dick throws a blanket over his shoulders and heads to the kitchen.

“Already asked for the day off.”

“You did this when we were titans. Pretend you’re fine, hide yourself away and suffer alone. Can’t say I’m any better.”

“Old habits die hard.”

***

Gar rubs his stinging eyes. “Jesus, fuck. I’m sorry.”

Dick feels empty, deflated. The confrontation he’s been dreading went to shit and the only person reacting normally is his friend.

“I just don’t get it. Like—how…ugh I’m making this about me. How are you?”

Honestly, a bit in awe. Few people can withstand Bruce’s glare, much less the full wrath of all the bats, yet Gar did. Stood unflinching, eyes glowing in animalistic rage on his behalf.

“I’ll be fine. I didn’t expect that to go well.”

***

“Where do your clothes go?”

“I don’t know and at this point I’m too afraid to learn”

***

You’re the type of person who makes tea in the microwave

[satoruzlove]

hello! i recently found your account and i love every bits of stories you write! can i request something like atsumu, sakusa, and suna having an underground garage with over 12 cars or more? and their s/o jokingly claims that they love them only because of their money and cars? lol idk, you can decide about the other details. i would just love to read something like this. i hope you understand my messy and clumsy imagination :' )

i hope you have a good day/night! merry christmas also! 🥰❤️‍🔥

-🫧

I LITERALLY SAW THIS AND DIIIIEEED ANON CUS I RLY LIKE THIS IDEA, and THANK U MWAAAH IM SO GLAD U LIKE MY WRITING <333 HUGS & SUGAR COOKIES 4 U. i’m sorry about how fawking late this is & i rly hope u do like this- it took me a whole while to rly grasp what i wanted to do with this glorious prompt, i wrote a lot these past few days BUT WHATEVER HERE U ARE MY WONDERFUL BUBBLE ANON ( cute af choice btw)

LET ME RIDE ?

[k. sakusa , r. suna , a. miya ]

- suggestive at some parts , boys with cars, praising and touchiness ( kiyoomi ) , alcohol and FLIRTINGGG ( atsumu’s ), friends to lovers & lots of tension ( rintarou ) , also kiyoomi is called a sugar daddyLMAO but he isn’t i swear -

KIYOOMI SAKUSA ::

your boyfriend is meticulous in every aspect of his life. his looks, his health, his belongings- everything. from the way he keeps his clothing folded to how he cares for his multiple expensive , beautiful race cars. as a pro athlete it’s expected of him to have such things , but you’d never expect to see how he handles them with such care - almost as if they were people. he gets them serviced and checked every other month, and polishes the luxurious leather of the seats frequently. when you two were dating, he often picked you up from work in different cars each time - claiming to want to make you look like you were some kind of vip. although, whenever you requested to drive one of them, he’d give you a look. it’s not that he didn’t trust you, he just knew that you couldn’t drive for shit and there’s no way he letting you do trial and error on his multi million dollar mobile.

that’s how you got here ; standing beside him as he folds away some of his summer clothes and practically begging him to let you drive one of his babies. “i’ll even let you tell me how to drive, kiyo, you can be my instructor,” you whine softly. he muttered a ‘nope’ popping the ‘p’ to emphasise his adamancy on the topic. you tugged his shirt sleeve, nearly forcing his dark eyes onto you- before he even knew it, he was convinced. the thick lashes surrounding the swimming, sparkly pool of your irises bored up at him only interrupted momentarily by you blinking.kiyoomi’s eyebrows crunched , mimicking the way his heart squeezed in his chest, despite knowing you just wanted to use his car. he let out a loud, dramatic sigh before running a hand over his face. “fine, you can use one. i will be there, i will tell you what to do and i definitely will stop you if you screw up,okay?” your boyfriend bossed. you smiled up at him, “nono! you can just teach me yourself, i’ll pretend i don’t even have my license,” and when you saw the bored look on his face you added to your statement,” to y’know, ease your mind.”

kiyoomi poked his cheek with his tongue , only to stop a smile from forming on his face. “go get dressed into like,” he paused for a second, his tone questioning when he continued, “..driving clothes..?” and you laughed at that. happily you got dressed and headed to the lowest level of your two story house- the underground.as the sleek metal doors opened, multiple shiny, elegant cars came into view but kiyoomi made a beeline for one in particular. she was black, a two seater that had neon green highlights on her gorgeous sides. “ porshe 2022 911 gt3,” he muttered, slender fingers lightly brushing over the glossy hood. you gawk for a second, “ i have no idea what that is, but holy shit,” you mutter. he huffs a laugh before unlocking the machine.

you hop into the drivers seat, and kiyoomi stares you down. you nearly choke under his gaze , “ don’t tell me you changed your mind,” you challenge him. he laughs- heartily almost- until a smirk overcomes his pretty face. “ you said i could teach you, didn’t you? get up. you’re gonna be on my lap.” his tone is smooth, weight panging in your tummy as you process what he said. your hands hesitantly slide off the steering wheel, allowing him to get in. he adjusts his weight with his hips, hands resting on his upper thighs until he pats them. “ come,” he says, “ sit , we don’t have all day.”

you oblige, your own thighs caged by his as his hands find home on yours. he’s guiding them to the wheel, you observe. “ i’ll worry about clutch, acceleration and breaks. you just steer and change gears for me , okay?” you notice his tone is soft, gentle because of how close he is to your ear. his breath hovers right over the shell of your ear. you nod, and he turns the key in the ignition. little lights and buttons exert an array of colour- almost tempting you to press them. he revs the engine - a low, prolonged echo ringing throughout the underground garage and vibrating your intertwined forms. you close your eyes and soon you come to understand just why your boyfriend loves his cars.

“you know,” you mutter, head dropping onto his shoulder, “‘might steal this thing and flee the fuckin’ country. it feels so-,”,” freeing, huh?” he practically steals the words from your mouth. you nod, smiling breathlessly, “ exactly,” before continuing ,” maybe you being away so much isn’t that bad , considering how my friends think you’re my sugar daddy,” and your boyfriend scoffs. a thick, black brow raised,” atsumu was right, you really do want me for my money.” kiyoomi chuckles, earning another giggle from you. dreamily , you sigh, “ absolutely, you’re my lovely little sugar daddy,” kiyoomi’s body shakes with laughter and his dimples cave in- you swear you get butterflies every time they do.the warm up light on the car goes off and from that point , the drive was smooth sailing.

you didn’t go far , seeing as your house was quite far from anything else , you had a lot of room. you drove mainly around your area. you two had come to a park, very secluded and probably privately owned, and you parallel parked. kiyoomi’s lowered his head , muttering a ,” you’re really good at this, dunno why i was so worried. even i struggle to parallel park sometimes,” he admits shyly. you smile, but you don’t miss the way he gazes at you as your eyes train on the park just outside the window. as soon as your head turns, you’re met with kiyoomi. his lips on yours. your lover’s hand is on the back of your head- guiding you like he was as you drove- and his latter hand on your waist. for a moment he broke away, nose smushing against yours. “did so good for me today,” he muttered against you. you had no time to reply or even be surprised at his remark, as he dove in for another kiss. this one was hungrier, more passionate and less shy than before. of course, you followed the pace happily.

his lips left yours with a deep exhale , “ move to the passenger seat,” he instructed, “‘ wanna get us home real fast, gonna continue this in a more comfortable setting, yeah?” and as you moved, tumbling over the gear stick and quickly plopping yourself onto said seat, “gonna take my time with you, yn.” you heard from kiyoomi as he revved the car once more. you were definitely in for a ride.

SUNA RINTAROU ::

suna rintarou is your best friend. you’ve known eachother since child hood and have gone through absolute hell together. puberty, your first crushes, the trauma’s of young adulthood, dealing with the miya twins. you started liking him in middle school, only ever telling aran about it and swearing him to secrecy. you couldn’t tell if suna liked you, you knew that if he did feel the same he’d never tell you, because that’s how he was. any person he’s ever entertained had the same complaint , that he didn’t know how to express his feelings properly and they couldn’t take how badly he blows at communicating.

you don’t understand, and you could never ; because he knows how to communicate with you. you two have an inexplainable bond- and he doesn’t feel the suffocating, degrading feeling in his chest when he talks to you about how he feels. he trusts you with everything. he always has, he has no trouble telling you.

he trusts you with everything, except his cars. all 11 of them.

which is why you slapped his arm when he showed you his underground garage , claiming to ‘ wanna show you something really, really cool ’ he wasn’t lying. his black t shirt seemed to look godly under the stage lights of his garage, as he strolled next to you- taking in his collection and carefully watching your pupils blow in awe. “ you’re such a dick, rin,” you laugh, “ i can’t believe you kept this from me, knowing damn well i’d give my left tit to drive one of these” he snorts, head throwing back and eyes scrunching at your choice of words. he comes to a halt infront of a shimmery, matt- finished car. you eyes drag over the hood, the cat- like head lights and your eyes scrunch up in delight at the ‘ mommy’s boy’ sticker barely in sight. “ it’s a-“,” mclaren, 765lt right ?”

his moss green eyes betray the stoic look on his face. they widen, sparkling in amusement. “ i always forget that you have no friends and read all day,” he feigns a sugary sweet tone. you shove him by the hip, toddling over to the passenger seat. “stop being an ass and take me for a drive.” you sigh. rin tries to ignore how right it feels to have you in his passenger seat , the way his mind quickly flicks images of you two going out at odd hours for icecream, his hand in a wedding ring- your wedding ring- on the gear stick. “ rintarou, come back to earth!” you bark laughter, now infront of him. his eyes screw shut and widen, he hadn’t even realised that he zoned out. he’s looking down at you, eyebrows raised as he attempts to ease out of his daze.

“stop being so bossy, you little tree stump,” he mumbles, making his way to the driver’s side door. it slides open smoothly, and he practically jumps inside. as you do the same, a smell- his smell- envelopes you. old spice and a tinge of something sweet. you both reach for the radio at the same time, and as his hand makes contact with yours he nearly jumps away as if your hands were a burning hot coal. he clears his throat, starting the car and ignoring the furious flutter i the pit of his stomach. you connect your phone, skipping through your playlist. you finally choose a song, and rintarou swears he could fall over and giggle like a little girl at your choice.

“love you like a brother, treat you like a friend,

respect you like a lover, oh,oh,oh”

your best friend’s eyes flit over to yours, only for him to spot you lip syncing the words of the song. as he pulls out the drive way he imagines you- calling him your lover, holding him, kissing him, being his. he smiles softly when you turn to him, lip syncing the words with conviction. “ if you be the cash, i’ll be the rubber band,” you mumble along with the song, hands coming out to poke him to punctuate your words. he mirrors you, eyebrows lifting as he sings.”painter baby you could be the muse, im the reporter baby-,” you two look at eachother in unison, your hands finding his cheeks,” you could be the news,” and for a moment, he doesn’t realise that you’re holding him so sweetly.

when the chorus comes, you two sit in silence as he pulls over to a mcdonald’s drive through. it’s quiet,lights of the glowing sign washing you with hues of colour and making you look of another world. you turn to him, boredly saying, “ you’re not so bad if we get to do this ,” and he rolls his eyes. he clicks his tongue , “ you’re literally like inlove with me, shut up,” he jests. your eyes don’t move for a moment, neither does your body, until you mutter a ‘true’ and turn away like it’s nothing.

rintarou waits for you to make a joke- but you don’t.

his face is pink, your tone was so genuinely that he could believe what you said. that he could think you’re being serious. he sips his sprite, “ good.” he replies to you. whether you were kidding or not, it’s a safe response. you sit there in silence for hours, and for once, rintarou isn’t properly communicating with you ; because he values you too much. too much to lose you, too much to love you, because he doesn’t know how. he’ll take you for drives as much as you want- forever even- if it means he gets to keep you.

ATSUMU MIYA ::

you and your lover stumbled into his mansion, a heap of giggles and whiskey flavoured kisses. atsumu’s grip on your hips is hard, loving , equal parts stable as he ushers you down to his garage. the blond smiles at you, lovesick, “thank you for coming back with me, sweet cheeks,” he mumbles. you giggle, eyes shiny and doe like- not a single thought behind them- “ thank you for inviting me, tsumu,” you mewl in response. he grows tired of stumbling and picks you up, earning a girly giggle, and practically running down the stairs with you. “ tsumu!” you laugh heartily, tears in your eyes as he nearly falls but somehow manages to keep you off the ground. he gets up sloppily, converse squeaking against marble floors right before he enters the garage. the man puts you down, planting a disgustingly wet kiss on your cheek and rubbing it with his large, calloused thumb.

he spreads his beefy arms, “ welcome to my pride and joy,” he stumbles a bit, “ apart from you, and my dog, my babies of course” he smiles. your lips part in awe looking at them all, and he smirks with pride. you feel playful - “ glad i gave you a chance, babes, this is really impressive. might just marry you for all this,” you say. he raises his eyebrows, a smile on his face and the apples of his cheeks rising, closing the gap between you he gets so close that you smell your favorite champaigne on his breath. “well baby, if it’s the money you want i’ll give it you. cant say ‘no’ to the prettiest baby in the world, can i?” his eyes are glazed under the influence, but his tone sounds so kind. so tender with you. you knew that atsumu would put the ocean in the sky for you, but something about him saying made you fall for him again. your blond lover melts at the blush on your cheeks, and backs away again.

when he drags you to a car you pull him to a halt. “ tsum,” you say, “ we can’t drive- we had alcohol,” you say. atsumu laughs , grabbing your neck gently and placing yet another sloppy kiss on your cheek, “ i wanna make out with you in my car, honeybunch, not drive,” he slurs. he gets in the back seat,hauling you onto his thick thighs and kneading at your hips. “ so gorgeous, so handsome , so perfect for me,” he says in-between kisses placed lovingly on your puffy lips. “ my good baby, my baby.” he’s babbling, mindlessly saying whatever his heart desires, “ mine, mine, mine,” he continues, like a mantra , sacred and ancient- like the only thing that he knows.

he kisses your lips hungrily and squeezes your sides, as if to keep you and this moment in his grasp forever. the leather under you is hot with passion and affection, the most innocent lust he’s ever felt because you are worth everything. whether it’s all his money or his entire soul- he’d give it all to you.

brain went wOmp for sakusa’ s i’m not sureeee how i feel. also not proofread cus my phone is dying but i rly rly like atsumu’s like woah. tbh i’m JUST NOT SURE ABOJT KIYOOOOOOMIS AAAAAAA but this was fun af !!! kiss kiss fall inlove

[blackypanther9]

Can't get enough - William Afton x Male!Reader

WARNING!: Smut, multiple orgasms, BDSM, Praise kink, bondage, use of butt plug, use of something close to a milking machine, Anal sex, soft and rough sex, degradation, marking, spanking, punishment, impregnation AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

William zoomed around in Fredbear’s Family Diner, like it was his last day on earth. He zoomed from the parts and service room, to the backstage room, quickly, but carefully checked on Fredbear and Springbonnie, fixed what had to be fixed and zoomed to the kitchen to see if they are all working.

He had to yell at two of the newer waiters he accepted in, but that was pretty much it. Then he zoomed into his office and quickly read through his huge stack of papers, filled and signed them, gave them to Henry and then zoomed out of the Pizzeria.

He was home ten minutes BEFORE M/n and the kids got home. The smell of spinach hit his nose and his stomach rumbled. He didn’t even take his time to eat what M/n made him for lunch… He hurried so much that he totally forgot about it in his bag, that he came back home with.

William set the table with plates, silverware and the two pots that had spinach and potatoes in them, already cooked and still steaming hot. He got out a big plate, pan, butter and eggs and started to fry them.

As M/n came home with the kids the smell of fried eggs and the sound of sizzling greeted him and the two children.

“Seems like your Dad is already back home today.”, M/n informed the two boys.

Evan smiled and ran into the kitchen.

“PAPA !”, he yelled happily.

“I hope you don’t screw him too hard tonight…”, Michael muttered to M/n.

M/n chuckled and grabbed Mike by the arm softly.

“Do me a favor, Mikey.”

“What is my payment if I do ?”, Mike asked instantly.

M/n smirked.

“I will help you to get together with your little crush~”

Michael blushed a small red hue.

“How do you know ?”

“It is very obvious. You lock your door a lot and I can hear you in there. I am not stupid Mike.”

He blushed redder.

“Pervert…”

“Sorry that you always do ‘it’ after school, before you have even eaten. It is my job to feed you after all. Then get used to doing ‘it’ after Lunch. Then you have all day to yourself.”, M/n deadpanned.

Mike looked away.

“Dad will be so pissed…”

“I doubt it. When you two DO get together, take it slow and easy and when you ever come to THAT activity…ask her if she is on the pill and wear for extra safety a condom. As long as you don’t get anyone pregnant, Willy won’t mind. He just doesn’t want you to be a Father until you are at least 20 years old.”

Mike blushed when M/n told him that but appreciated it.

“Okay…what do you want me to do ?”, the boy asked.

“Go with Evan to his friend’s house and stay there for a few hours. After that you can ask Henry if you can sleep over at his place with Evan. We will be…having a very active day today. I promised your Father to take care of him today. He needs it.”

Michael made a face of understanding.

“Okay, you got it Papa. I will take care of it.”

“Thank you. And no bullying. If I find out you bullied your little Brother the deal will be off.”

“I promise to behave.”

With that Mike left to his room and changed his clothes, then washed his hands and came back to the dining room and gave his Father a visit.

“Hello Father.”, he greeted.

“Hello Mikey.”, William greeted back.

“Is lunch almost done ?”

William hummed.

“Just this one left, then I’m done cooking.”

Mike nodded and went to the Dining room. M/n entered next and hugged William from behind around his waist.

“Hello, Darling~”, M/n purred.

William already was getting aroused, but tried to keep it together.

“Hello, Love.”, he greeted back.

M/n put his head on William’s left shoulder and kissed his neck.

“You cooking the eggs for me ?”

William nodded.

“Already finished your work ? Usually you take almost forever to come back home.”

William nodded.

“I did finish. It wasn’t much today. I overworked yesterday.”

M/n tutted.

“How many times did I tell you to stop overworking ?”, he asked.

William swallowed hard. Shit that slipped out.

“A lot...Sorry, M/n...”

“What’s my name, Bunny ?”, M/n asked darkly.

Every time William did something he was not supposed to he was NOT allowed to call M/n by his actual name, nor his pet names. William swallowed harshly.

“I’m sorry, Master...”, William mewled out.

“Good bunny.”

M/n gave William a kiss on his pulse point on his neck, which made him whimper softly. M/n then parted from William and smacked his ass. William yelped softly.

“Just so you know, you will be punished for overworking again.”, M/n whispered darkly then left.

William whimpered softly. He HATED being punished by M/n, but he knew that he deserved it.

-Time skip-

After lunch Mike and Evan left the house and M/n told William to undress himself, as soon as the kids were out.

So there William stood now. Naked. On the kitchen sink. He awaited M/n’s next order.

“You will wash these dirty dishes with your own hands. You are NOT allowed to make any noise, to talk or to move around. All I want you to move are your arms by cleaning and drying the dishes. You hear me ?”, M/n asked.

William let out a whine, but nodded.

“Good bunny. Now get to work.”

And that William did. He turned around and started to fill the sink with hot water, got his sponge ready and put on some cleaning gloves. Then he started with a plate.

M/n was right behind William, hugging him from behind, kissing his shoulders, neck and back. It was hard to not make any noise. William was always noisy and loud, but he had to control himself.

After the second plate was clean, M/n started to grope William’s ass, which made him buck into it, out of instinct.

SLAP !

William yelped and straightened up.

“I told you to stay still and only are allowed to move your arms, William.”, M/n said darkly.

“S-sorry, Master ! It was instinct !”

SLAP !

“Ouch !”

“I also said no talking and noise making. Bad boy.”, M/n said disappointed.

William got tears in his eyes. He doesn’t want to be a bad boy ! He only wants to be a good bunny for his Master. He stayed silent and continued to wash the dishes. M/n knew how much William hated being called by his name and being called a bad boy, by punishments and Sex. He knew what effect it had on him. But otherwise William will never learn to obey.

After the fourth plate was clean, M/n gave William’s neck a small love bite. William stiffened up slightly and tried to keep his moan in. When M/n parted from his neck again he kissed his shoulder and smiled softly.

“Such a good bunny. I think now you deserve a reward. You are allowed to make noise and to talk.”

“Th-thank you, Master.”

“Of course, my bunny. Now finish up, baby.”

William cleaned the knives and forks quickly, then he dried everything up, while he moaned as M/n groped his ass and played with his hard cock. When he was finished M/n stepped away, leaving William disappointed and on the edge of orgasm.

“You know what I found in your bag ?”, M/n asked.

William shook his head.

“You didn’t eat the food I made you.”

His eyes went wide in shock.

“I-I can explain ! I was running around and hurrying to get everything done to come home as fast as possible ! I forgot to eat it, I’m sorry !”

“You KNOW that I hate it when you don’t eat and overwork.”, M/n growled.

“I did eat lunch and breakfast ! I’m fine !”, William tried to persuade.

“William Afton, I always check your lunch box and I don’t care if you ate with us. The point is that you skipped your lunch break, with that you didn’t eat and rather overworked to get here faster. You KNOW that I always look out for your health. You are skinny enough. On your chest I can see your ribcage when you stand straight. You need to eat and sleep more.”

William looked down in shame. He knew all of that, but it is hard to not overwork for more money to give his kids everything they want.

“Wash your hands and go to our bedroom. You have one minute to do so. Do NOT disappoint me.”

William nodded, tore off the gloves and quickly ran off.

‘This man... This isn’t the first time he skipped his lunch break... What am I going to do with him ? If he continues like this, he will die at some point...’

As M/n was in the bedroom, William was already there, standing in the bedroom, hands clasped together in front of him, looking down at the floor. M/n sat down on the bed, looking at William deep in thoughts, then he smiled.

“Come here, William.”, he commanded.

He swallowed and did as told. M/n grabbed him and pulled William over his lap, making him yelp in shock. There he was now, over M/n’s lap, ass vulnerable. M/n rubbed his ass gently, making William whine softly, but he stayed still.

“Do you know what is happening ?”, M/n asked.

“Y-yes...”

“Do you know why it is happening ?”

“B-because I didn’t take proper care of myself again.”

“How many do you think you will get ?”

“A-at least 20....”

M/n looked at William and slapped his ass once. He yelped.

“Why so abusive, hmm ? I never gave you 20 spanks before.”

“B-because you think that it’s too little ?”

M/n tutted.

“You will get 12 spanks and you will count them. If you count wrong, we start anew.”

William whimpered and nodded. M/n started the punishment.

SPANK !

“O-one.”, William hissed.

It had been a while since M/n spanked him, and it hurt. It wasn’t as playful as it was in the Diner...

SPANK ! SPANK !

“Two, three !”, William yelled.

And on and on it went. At the 10th spank William was sobbing.

SPANK !

“Eleven !”, he screamed.

SPANK !

“T-twelve !”

M/n rubbed William’s red ass softly and kissed his shoulder.

“Good bunny. Such a good bunny for me.”, M/n praised.

William was still sobbing, but happy that he was M/n’s good bunny. His good, obedient, slutty bunny.

“Now get off my lap, bunny.”

William did as told and M/n got up.

“Today we are doing something different, but I’m sure you will love it. For that I need you to kneel, arms behind your back and eyes closed, you understand ?”

William nodded and got on the floor, following M/n’s instructions.

“Good bunny.”

M/n wiped away William’s tears and then got out a rope from the closet, with a blindfold. William was never tied up before, but he voiced it that he really wanted it sometimes. M/n went behind William, tying up his arms nicely. William’s breathing got faster, he got excited. Then M/n put the blindfold on him and undressed himself.

He stood naked in front of William, hard cock in hand.

“Be a good slut and open your mouth wide~”

William did as asked and moaned as he felt M/n’s cock entering his mouth. He relaxed his jaw and throat, not knowing what M/n will do. He can be very random by a blowjob. He felt M/n grab his hair, then he pulled his head closer, making him take more of his cock. To help William have all of his cock in his mouth, he bucked his hips the rest of the way in, making William instantly deep throat him.

“Such a good slutty bunny~ Already expected me to be rough~”

William’s cock twitched at the praise. Fuck he wanted M/n to mess him up in the head so bad today. Make him only remember the shape of M/n’s cock inside his ass and make him only feel his cum inside him.

‘Fucking hell, I feel like a submissive, breed able slut...’, William thought to himself.

M/n went rough and fast in William’s throat, only giving him seconds to catch some air in his lungs and he made him choke a few times. But it was nothing William couldn’t handle and get under control quickly. Even though M/n liked it when William was choking on his cock.

“Such a good slut you are~ Taking all of me in so well~”, M/n praised and stroked William’s hair.

He choked out a moan at that, his cock twitching again. M/n was close and he smiled down at William, who couldn’t see.

“I’m gonna cum, baby~ Do Master a favor and drink your milk, will you~?”, M/n purred out.

His bunny’s cock twitched again. M/n pulled William all the way down on his cock, making his nose hit his pubic bone. William stayed still and M/n moaned as he came, rope after rope, down William’s throat. William could feel how his Lover’s cum went down his throat.

‘Fuck....I want more....’

As M/n was finished, he pulled his cock out of his bunny’s mouth. It was still rock hard. He went behind William, helped him to stand up, got him on the bed, put him in a kneeling position and pushed him down by his back, making him press his left cheek into the sheets.

M/n had free access to William’s entrance now and he growled possessively, as he saw that some of his cum, was out from their love making in Fredbear’s. Oh, he couldn’t let Willy get away with that. He lubed his fingers up with his own saliva and then pressed them inside, to see if his bunny’s hole tightened at all.

“Ah~”

“You are still open wide and ready for me, bunny~ What a slutty little thing I own~”

William whined at M/n’s dirty talk and tried to get more friction from his fingers, which didn’t work, because M/n already pulled them out again. M/n took his cock in his hand and positioned himself at his Lover’s hole. Then he pushed in slowly. They were in no rush, after all.

“Ah~! Mmmm~!”

“What a tight little cunt you have~ No matter how many times I fuck the shape of my cock into you, you are tight again like a virgin, when I enter again~”

William wiggled his hips, whimpering submissively.

“P-please, hurry~ I-I really n-need it rough today, Master~”

“Oh bunny~ We have all day and night to spend~ When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember Springbonnie’s name~”

“Bold statement....Prove it to me~”

M/n smirked darkly and then was sheathed all the way in, tickling his bunny’s prostate softly. He grabbed his submissive Lover’s hips and then moved slowly in and out of William. His bunny didn’t expect that, hoped he would be fast and rough, but his Master seemed to have other ideas.

It was sensual and careful at first, but then, every time M/n pushed back in slowly, he hit William’s prostate harshly.

“Ah~! Yes~! Mmmnnn~! Fuck~!”

Every time M/n hit his bunny’s prostate harshly, he moaned and babbled something. William never thought that he could get close to cuming by slow and sensual Sex. You learn something new every day. M/n got William to cum after 30 minutes of sensual, slow Sex, which surprised his bunny greatly.

His cum stained the sheets and he felt utter bliss and happiness. M/n pulled out after he came inside his bunny’s cunt, which made William whine.

“Why did you pull out ? Come back... Please...”, William begged.

“Just a moment, my Love.”, M/n assured.

He pulled something out of the drawer that was behind the bedroom door. It was kind of like a milking machine. Just that it didn’t mile his bunny’s cock, M/n didn’t need that, he can make his bunny cum all day and night, but in order to have clean sheets, he crafted a little something, so the cum wouldn’t go to waste. All the cum is bunny will waste today and tonight, will be stored in a tank inside the little machine.

He came back to William’s side and took his oversensitive cock into his hands.

“Ah~! What are you doing~?! Mmmnnn~!”

“Make sure that your cum won’t be wasted for nothing~ Now hold still. Be a good bunny, for Master~”, M/n answered.

William tried very hard to stay still, moaning softly, while M/n put the device on his cock and fastened it around him. When he was done he got back up and gave his bunny a gentle, filled with love, kiss. William kissed back softly, their tongues playing with each other.

“Such a good bunny you are for me~”, M/n praised as they parted from their kiss.

William was drooling slightly, but smiled softly with a red hue on his cheeks. Then M/n went back behind him and entered his Lover’s hole again. William moaned loudly as he was back inside.

M/n gave his bunny another round of slow, passion filled love making. He noticed how nuts it made William. He loved it so much, but he wanted so much more at the moment. M/n smirked at his dirty bunny.

“You are such a greedy little slut, aren’t you, bunny~?”

“Y-yes~! Ah~! Want more~! P-please~!”

M/n hit his Lover’s prostate harder than before and William came screaming, while M/n held his hips in place and came too, moaning. He saw how his bunny’s cum went into the machine with the tank and it made him even more aroused.

He grabbed William’s hips and pushed in deeper to fill him better, which made his bunny moan louder than he did before, but he stayed obedient and let M/n do what he wanted. All William wanted was to fuck himself on his Master’s cock, but he knew he should NEVER interrupt the process of his Master filling his slutty, needy hole up.

As M/n finished he pulled out slightly and started to fuck William faster and rougher than before.  The over stimulated Afton could only moan louder and beg for M/n to give him more. William’s cock still leaked some cum and it just got to M/n’s head, that he leaned down and bit William’s shoulder, drawing blood.

“AH~! MASTER~!”

William came again, his hole tightened up nicely and M/n forced his cock back in all the way, to fill his needy bunny’s cunt again. It only made William cum harder, as he felt M/n’s cum gushing deep inside him, marking him as his.

William felt boneless, luckily he didn’t have to hold himself up, otherwise he would have slumped on the bed now, just flopping on his chest and not able to move. M/n softly rocked his hips back and forth while his cock happily twitched and pumped cum into his bunny’s greedy hole. Then he let go of William’s shoulder and kissed the new mark.

“Such a good bunny~ You’re so good~ My beautiful, sweet, slutty bunny~”

William whined softly.

“C-can’t...move...”, William got out from his high.

“Don’t worry, baby, you don’t have to move.”, M/n whispered and kissed William’s neck.

He pulled out of his bunny, got up, picked William up by the front and went to the wall on their left from the bedroom. He pressed his Lover’s back against it and positioned his legs, holding them with one hand and the other was lining his cock up with William’s hole. He wasted no time in pushing inside.

“AH~!”

M/n started to move fast and rough, slamming William into the wall.

“OH FUCK~! OH YES~! MORE~! AH~! HAH~!”

William was drooling, unable to swallow much, from all his moaning. M/n gave him a rough kiss, which William replied to submissively. M/n swallowed all of his bunny’s moans. They were all just for him after all. Then he decided to take off William’s blindfold and he was in awe.

His baby bunny was in utter fucked out bliss. His eyes were unfocused and rolled up. It looked like he looked at the ceiling, but he probably didn’t. His eyes weren’t centered anymore, they were more looking to the bridge of his nose.

“Look how far gone you are in the pleasure, I can give you, bunny~”, M/n purred.

“AH~! HAH~! HA~!”

“Such a good cumslut for Master, aren’t you~?”

“YES~! HAH~! JUST FOR MASTER~!”

M/n fucked into him faster and William soon came screaming again, his own cum filling the tank further, while M/n pushed in all the way and gently rocked his hips against William as he filled him with another load of his.

He then carried him back to bed and laid him down on his back, put his bunny’s legs onto his shoulders, positioned himself again and entered him again. William screamed loudly in bliss. M/n slammed into his bunny’s prostate now, no mercy left and he leaned down to suck, nibble and bite his bunny’s over sensitive nipples. William struggled a bit around and moaned louder than he already did, screaming his lungs out in bliss.

M/n marked his bunny’s chest up nicely, before he made William cum again with him. As M/n looked down, he started to smile and feel more possessive than he already felt. He came so much inside his baby bunny, that he had a small tummy showing.

‘Fuck...I want to make it rounder ~ Fuck, why can’t you have my baby ?’

M/n continued to fill William and make his bunny cum. When William was too exhausted to still be horny, they stopped. William had a big round belly, full of cum and William came so much that he filled the whole tank. M/n already had some plans with it. But before he put everything away and left, he untied his bunny’s arms, got out a butt plug and plugged William’s hole up, which made him whimper.

“So full...”, he whined softly.

“Tomorrow you can shower and let it all out, tonight I want all of it to stay where it belongs. And it belongs into your slutty, bunny cunt. I didn’t rabbit with you for nothing, baby.”

William moaned at that and then passed out. He knew what M/n meant with ‘rabbit’. He often said rabbiting when William was horny and couldn’t get enough. Apparently that is what rabbits mating means. And because William likes to be called bunny, he has to live with the term rabbiting.

M/n cleaned everything up while William rested and brought the filled tank into the basement.

‘Tomorrow I can start with my work.’

Just what was M/n up to ?

He went back to William’s bedroom and laid down too, covering them with the blanket, he redressed, and then held William possessively.

‘Mine.’

-The next day-

William woke up with an aching body. He carefully got up and out of M/n’s arms, then went into the shower and showered. He carefully pulled out the plug, he moaned and got hard as all the cum inside him, came out and was washed away by the drain. He was sad that it all left, but it had to go. He cleaned the plug and then himself.

When he was finished he came back out of the shower and looked at the mirror. He sighed and smiled happily as he saw all the love bites and marks, M/n left on his skin. Never in a million years will he cover these up. In the middle of all their love making, M/n even marked William’s thighs as his. He left the bathroom and saw that M/n was missing from bed.

Then he felt two arms wrap around him.

“Morning my Love.”, M/n greeted huskily.

“Good morning, Dear.”

William gasped softly as M/n nibbled on his neck again and fondled his still hard cock.

“What made you excited again, hmm ?”, he asked his bunny.

“All of your cum that left. It was so much... I guess it just aroused me again.”

M/n softly bit William’s neck, his right arm pressed him tightly to M/n’s chest, while the other started to jerk his bunny’s cock off.

“A-ah~!”

“Relax, baby bunny~ Let me make it go away~”, M/n said with a seductive voice.

William leaned against his Master and let him jerk him off. He bucked his hips from time to time and moaned softly, which got louder the closer he got to his orgasm. Soon he came screaming, but his cock didn’t soften.

“Oh oh~ I think your body wants me to pleasure it some more~”, M/n purred.

William blushed a deep shade of red, but smiled. M/n made William turn around and they started to make out, while his Master led his bunny back to the bed, where they had another three rounds of love making.

The kids came back with Henry as they finished and William had to dress up quickly, to run to the door. He opened it and let the kids inside, thanking Henry that he took care of them. Michael made a direct line to his Father’s bedroom and entered, spotting M/n on the bed, dressed.

“So ? How hard did you go ?”

M/n looked at Michael.

“Your dad can be wild, that is all I’m going to say.”, M/n teased.

Michael blushed and shook his head.

“Is he less stressed now ?”

“I’m sure he is not at all stressed, Mike. Why ?”

“Because I forgot to do my school project and now I need his help. I am not entirely done with my small Animatronic and I have to be done by tomorrow. I skipped school today and said that my Brother was ill and my Dad is a single parent and not home.”

“Mkay. Ask your Dad then. He is totally relaxed. And I will help you soon with your own little crush~”

Mike blushed slightly, but smiled.

“Thank you, Papa.”

“No problem, now shoo.”

With that Mike left.

‘This kid...’, M/n thought amused.

-Two weeks later-

William was very sick. He vomited a lot and ate more than usual. Something was wrong with him and he reported himself sick.

M/n called the doctor, but he had a sneaking suspicion what it was. You see, William stole some files about himself from his parents, before he ran away. He probably never read them, but there stood some very...interesting things in it. Mostly with what he was all born.

The doctor arrived and checked up on William. The older man was in shock as he ran the tests twice already and they had the same results.

“What do I have, Sir ?”, William asked worried.

“Mr. Afton...did you know that you were one of the 4% of men that can get impregnated ?”, the doctor asked carefully.

William’s eyes went wide.

“What ? No I had no idea. Such things are possible ?”, he asked in shock.

“Yes. Congratulations, Sir. You are pregnant.”

M/n stood with William in the room and smiled. He did his job right this time. He expected William to be in horror, but he just smiled and patted his tummy.

“Wow, lucky me...”

“You are very lucky indeed, Sir.”

Then his eyes flashed in realization and he panicked.

“Wait ! How would they come out by birth ?! Oh shoot !”, William panicked.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Afton. We had such a case once already. We know what to do.”

“Please tell me that I won’t lose this ability after I gave birth.”

“You won’t. I assure you, nothing will go wrong.”

William turned and looked at M/n with happiness.

“My Love, we finally have what we wanted.”

“Darling, we already have it, I just wanted the family to get bigger.”, M/n replied with a soft smile.

“So you...weren’t lying when you said you accept Mike, Evan and Liz ?”

“Of course I wasn’t lying, Darling. I love you all and I will love our new child too.”

The end ?

Masterlist HERE !

Finally I have it finished ! It took me FOREVER ! I hope you liked it. ^^

[cyberpunkonline]

The Internet: From Nuclear-Resistant to Vendor-Dependent Dumbassery

Back in the day, when the Internet was just a glint in DARPA's eye, it was designed with one crucial concept in mind: survival. Picture this—it's the Cold War, the threat of nuclear Armageddon looms large, and the military bigwigs are sweating bullets about communication breakdowns. They needed a network that could withstand a nuke dropping on a major hub and still keep the flow of information alive. Enter the ARPANET, the badass granddaddy of the modern Internet, built to have no single point of failure. If one part got nuked, the rest would carry on like nothing happened. Resilient as hell.

Fast forward to today, and what do we have? A digital house of cards. The once mighty and decentralized Internet has become a fragile mess where a single vendor bug can knock out entire swathes of the web. How did we go from a network that could shrug off nuclear bombs to one that craps its pants over a software glitch? Let's dive into this clusterfuck.

The Glory Days of Decentralization

The original ARPANET was all about redundancy and resilience. The network was designed so that if any one part failed—be it from a technical issue or a catastrophic event—data could still find another route. It was a web of interconnected nodes, a spider's web that kept spinning even if you tore a chunk out. It was pure genius.

This approach made perfect sense. The whole point was to ensure that critical military communications could continue even in the aftermath of a disaster. The Internet Protocol (IP), the backbone of how data travels on the Internet, was conceived to route around damage and keep on trucking. No single point of failure meant no single point of catastrophic breakdown. Brilliant, right?

The Rise of Centralized Stupidity

Then came the tech giants. Companies like Google, Amazon, and Microsoft built empires that depended on centralization. Cloud computing took off, and suddenly, everyone and their grandma was storing their data on a handful of massive servers owned by these big players. It was convenient, it was efficient, but it was also the beginning of the end for the Internet’s robust decentralization.

Today, we've got massive data centers dotted around the globe, each housing thousands of servers. These centers are like Fort Knox for data, but unlike Fort Knox, they’re not immune to problems. A single screw-up—a bug in a software update, a misconfiguration, or even a physical hardware failure—can take down huge chunks of the web. Remember that time when AWS went down and half the Internet went dark? Yeah, that was fun. Or more recently, Cloudstrike do something retarded and every single Windows machine running their shitware gets bricked. Fantastic.

The Single Vendor Blues

It gets worse. The consolidation of Internet services means that many critical applications and websites rely on the same vendors for infrastructure. If one of these vendors messes up, it's not just their services that go down—it's everyone who depends on them too. It’s like having a whole city’s power grid depending on one dodgy generator. One hiccup, and the lights go out for everyone.

Consider the infamous BGP (Border Gateway Protocol) hijacks and leaks. BGP is how routers figure out the best path for data to travel across the Internet. It's crucial, and it's also vulnerable. A single misconfiguration or malicious attack can reroute traffic, causing widespread outages and security breaches. And because so much of the Internet is funneled through a few major ISPs (Internet Service Providers), the impact can be catastrophic.

Why This Is So Fucking Stupid

So, why is it that we’ve allowed the Internet to become this fragile? It boils down to a mix of convenience, cost-cutting, and plain old shortsightedness. Centralized services are easier to manage and cheaper to run. But this efficiency comes at the cost of resilience. We’ve traded the robustness of a decentralized network for the convenience of cloud services and single-vendor solutions.

The result? A network that can be crippled by a single point of failure. This isn’t just stupid—it’s dangerous. It leaves us vulnerable to attacks, outages, and other disruptions that could have far-reaching consequences. It’s a stark reminder that in our quest for efficiency, we’ve neglected one of the core principles that the Internet was founded on: resilience.

The Way Forward

What’s the solution? We need to get back to basics. Decentralization should be a priority. More diversity in service providers, more redundancy in infrastructure, and more focus on designing systems that can withstand failures. It won’t be easy, and it won’t be cheap, but if we want an Internet that can survive the challenges of the future, it’s absolutely necessary.

So next time you hear about a massive outage caused by a single vendor’s screw-up, remember: it didn’t have to be this way. We built an Internet that could survive a nuclear war, and then we broke it because it was cheaper and easier. It’s time to fix that before the next big failure hits.

There you have it, folks. From invincible to idiotic, the Internet’s journey has been a wild ride. Let’s hope we can steer it back on course before it’s too late. - Raz.

[electric-lights]

(un)welcome visitors

Rafael Barba x gn!reader

"I didn't know every coffee maker between here and the DA's office mysteriously combusted."

He purses his lips in a humorless smile, leaning against the wooden sideboard and tapping his fingers impatiently as the machine heats up. "Carmen's out sick," he explains, his voice clipped. "The coffee stand's closed, and even I can't make myself drink the courthouse sludge."

Rafael may be using you for your coffee maker, but when a personal issue arises he offers some unexpected support.

tags: established friendship, fluff, mutual pining, hint of family angst on the reader's side, gender neutral reader, no y/n, no reader physical description

word count: 1400

note: it's only vaguely alluded to but reader is a law librarian at the county law library, which happens to be located right across from 1 hogan :) essentially you research, gather, and analyze legal materials for the public, courts, and recently a certain ADA

read on ao3 here

You lean back in your office chair with an amused grin. "Nice to see you too, Barba."

The man currently beelining it to your office's single cup coffee machine doesn't have the good grace to look chagrined. Rafael shoves his thermos underneath the spout, drops a pod in the machine, and slams the lid without even looking at you. "Yes, hello, you look good, how've you been," he rattles out dryly.

"You talking to me or the Keurig?"

The withering look he shoots you is mostly without teeth. It's not enough to deter you.

"I didn't know every coffee maker between here and the DA's office mysteriously combusted."

He purses his lips in a humorless smile, leaning against the wooden sideboard and tapping his fingers impatiently as the machine heats up. "Carmen's out sick," he explains, his voice clipped. "The coffee stand's closed, and even I can't make myself drink the courthouse sludge."

You raise your eyebrows.

He glances over, then does such an utterly offended double take that you have to turn your surprised snort into a cough. "That was under duress," he warns, raising a finger in your direction.

You can't help it.

"I come to you in my time of need and you mock me," he deadpans as you laugh.

"Right, except I was your third choice."

He opens his mouth to deliver what promises to be a scathing retort, but the machine chooses that moment to finally hiss to life and the aroma of vanilla beans starts to fill the office. Rafael sighs, and some of the bristling tension seeps out of his shoulders. You decide he's probably suffered enough.

"Look, not that I don't appreciate the visit," you lean forward on your elbows against the desk, "but have you ever thought about just buying one for yourself?"

You knew he rarely used the old drip maker collecting dust in his office, preferring to buy it fresh - or, when he's particularly desperate and can't get away, send Carmen out with his card. In fact, you weren't even sure the damn thing worked until you'd found half of SVU camped out in his office late one night, going over the details of a difficult case with the carafe passed around the table. But surely, when caffeine-withdrawal was at stake...

"Then people would ask to use it." Rafael's nose wrinkles at the thought as he watches the thermos fill.

The stunning lack of self-awareness doesn't seem to register.

"Hmm," you hum, "says the man raiding my coffee stash." He blinks, pausing as he screws the thermos lid on. "The man with his own snack budget at the 16th."

He rolls his eyes. "They should consider it payment for goods and services." He says it with no small amount of smarm, but as he turns towards the loveseat you managed to cram into the corner of your small office, you watch him cradle the warm thermos in his hands like a prized possession.

"Speaking of," you say slowly, reaching down into the bottom drawer of your desk and tossing the contents to him. "Here."

He deftly catches the bag, and you feel inordinately pleased when you see his eyes light up at the chicago-style popcorn. "What's this for?"

Because you see how hard he works. Because you like that your office has become a place he frequents. Because you want him to stay a little while longer.

Because you're starting to like him more than the professional bounds of your positions, even the personal warmth of your friendship, and a small, foolish part of you can't help but hope he might feel the same way.

You clear your throat a little, shifting under the way his observant gaze turns thoughtful at your silence. "Let's just say Sergeant Benson isn't the only one with a snack budget."

He huffs a laugh, murmurs his thanks, and just like that any moment you imagined is gone.

With warm drink and food in hand, he finally collapses into the old, worn loveseat. He settles, sinking into the cushions and letting his eyes flutter shut as he tips his head back with a sigh, the long line of his neck and hint of scruff bared above his slightly loosened tie. You give him a moment, quietly shuffling some papers around, trying not to think about the warmth in your chest at seeing him so comfortable in your own space.

It isn't until he sits back up, taking a sip from his thermos with a pleased hum, that you speak, your voice quiet. "So how are you Raf, really?"

"Tired." He breaks open the popcorn. "Sick of fighting off motions for this case. You?"

You grimace, thinking about the pile of work growing in your inbox. "About the same."

"Well aren't we a pair." He gives a little crooked smile as he says it, and you try not to look too pleased with his choice of words.

You settle into quiet conversation - about his mother (she's doing well, and he talks about her work at the charter school with no small amount of pride), about the latest inter-office gossip (there's at least two affairs going on but he only complains about O'Dwyer's latest promotional pet project), about the request his office sent over yesterday (you're already working on the case analyses).

He's just explaining what details he'd like you to look out for when there's a light rap at your door.

Rafael pauses. You unconsciously straighten in your seat before you call out. "Yes?"

The door creaks open and one of the front desk assistants steps just inside the threshold. "I'm sorry to interrupt." She looks between you and Rafael, then turns back to you. "But your father is here to see you."

You blink.

"That can't be right," you frown. "My parents don't even live in the city."

She glances again at Rafael - who's watching you intently over his thermos - before she turns back to you with a strained smile. "Just passing along what he said," she says, her voice apologetic.

"Did he give a name?"

When she says it you sigh, cursing internally. "Alright, I'll... I'll be down in a minute. Thank you."

And with that, she nods at you both and closes the door behind her. In the ensuing silence, the easy, friendly air from before seems to have been sucked out of the room after her.

"Should I go?"

"No." Your reply is fast enough that Rafael'e eyebrows raise in surprise. "No, I'll just see what he wants and send him home. He shouldn't even be - I can't believe he's - fuck." You trail off into a groan of frustration, burying your head in your hands.

"One of those, huh," he says softly. It's not spoken as a question.

"Yeah," you mutter into your hands.

"Want me to scare him off?"

You know he's just trying to lighten the mood but your heart still jumps when you look up at him, foolish and half hope. "Would you?"

It slips out before you can stop it but you can't regret asking, not when he holds your gaze with a kind of warmth and sincerity he usually can't afford to show.

"For you?" he murmurs, "Of course."

You're proud that your next breath comes out relatively steady.

"Thank you," you say softly. "But you really don't need to get in the middle of my family drama."

His lips twitch into a wry, crooked smile. "I'm paid to get in the middle of family drama all the time. Yours is no trouble, trust me."

Your chest shakes with a laugh despite yourself, and his smile softens, his eyes crinkling. In the light of the setting sun from your window, it makes him look younger. Lighter.

It looks good on him.

"At least let me walk you down."

He never was one to give up on a tough case. If you're honest with yourself, you never want him to stop.

"Alright, alright," you cede with a small smile. "It's a deal, counselor."

Looking entirely too pleased with himself, Rafael pushes up from the loveseat, thermos in hand. He takes his overcoat from the rack by the door and holds out your own, and your elbows brush as he steps out of your office behind you.

As the two of you walk down the hallway towards the elevator and whatever unpleasant surprise awaits you in the lobby, you realize that somehow - with Rafael beside you - you don't dread it.

[umbrellacam]

Post-Knightfall - Batboys and Domestic Chores

aka What To Do When Your Alfred Quits Because Bruce Is A Self-Destructive Dingus With No Regard For His Own Health And So Now You Suddenly Have To Adult All By Yourself

aka despite both being raised by Alfred from roughly age 9 onward, Bruce is still a completely helpless fumbling rich boy when it comes to domestic tasks, while Dick is very much not, lol.

Tim also starts out as a typical sheltered teenage boy who doesn't even know how to fold laundry... But fortunately for him, he has a new older brother to teach him what's what while they're partnered up during Prodigal! :D

...Sort of. Once Bruce is back and he and Tim are on their own, they both still fumble without Alfred or Dick around. Tim's embryonic domestic skills can't make up for Bruce being a sad wet cat re: household tasks, pfft.

In chronological order, starting after Bruce and Alfred have both fucked off and Dick and Tim are holding down the fort in Gotham as Batman and Robin:

DICK AND TIM

Batman #512 - Dick can cook! And he cooks for Tim :) Also, the house-robes are adorable, as always. Tim: "I can't believe you can actually cook..." Dick: "I like to eat." Tim: "So does Bruce - but he had to order Chinese last night." Dick: "That's where I'm one up on him - I've lived on my own without an Alfred. Still miss him, though... He was good for a lot more than cooking and cleaning." Tim: "Yep - but at least we don't have to miss him on empty stomachs."

Batman: Shadow of the Bat #32 - The Manor was thrashed after Bruce's fight with Bane, and was never cleaned up after Bruce's back was broken and Jean-Paul Valley took over as Batman. The Batbros are on the job! Dick (sweeping): "Bruce told me a story once: Two philosophers talked all day." Tim (blithely eating a banana): "And...?" Dick (tossing him the broom): "The mess was still there next morning!" Tim (grinning): "Message received and understood, Captain!"

Batman #513 - Timmy is amazed at Dick's mastery of the household arts! Tim: "Awesome - you can cook and do the laundry?" Dick: "Hey, if there's time, I may even putty some new panes in those smashed windows." Tim: "Blimey - does Alfred the Pennyworth know you've mastered all his domestic secrets?" Dick: "Who do you think taught him?" Tim: "Not to get too serious, Dick, but it's good to see you loose again - and good to see the Manor taking shape, too. Since Jean Paul didn't care about it and Bruce relies on Alfred, it looks like you can teach a trick or two the other Batmen couldn't."

Robin #12 - More Dick handling the laundry, and Dick flinging a towel in Tim's face - er, teaching him how to fold so that he can pitch in instead of sitting on the side and moping. Dick: "Does that mean that things are going smoother between you and Ariana?" Tim (mopily): "Not really. Every time I think we're finally getting along, something happens to change all that." Dick: "Welcome to the opposite sex, Tim." Tim: "Look at you with the laundry. You're going to make some woman happy someday." Dick: "Well, it's about time you learned to fold a towel." (throws one in Tim's face) Tim: "Hey!" Dick: "I can't do everything around here until Alfred gets back."

BRUCE AND TIM

Bruce is back! And he straight up sucks at all this stuff without Alfred, lol, and doesn't have a Dick to lean on like Tim did.

Batman: Shadow of the Bat #35 - Bruce attempting laundry in the washer (laundry strewn all over the room and bubbles ominously emerging from the machine), getting pizza delivery, and asking the delivery boy for limo service recs, lol. Delivery Boy: "Good afternoon, sir. Three-cheese special, right?" Bruce: "You don't happen to know a good limo service? Or anything about washing machines...?"

Detective Comics #685 - Bruce infamously ruining tuna fish sandwiches. Bruce: "Sorry about lunch, Tim. I'm not much of a hand in the kitchen. With Alfred gone I'm pretty much helpless." Tim: "It's okay, Bruce. How can you screw up a tuna fish sandwich?" (takes a bite) "Oh. That's how."

Detective Comics #687 - Bruce attempts to toss an Armani tuxedo in the washing machine because reasons. Tim: "Are you sure you know what you're doing, Bruce?" Bruce: "How dangerous can it be, Tim? Alfred never seems to have a problem." Tim: "Well, he makes everything look easy. What are you washing here?" Bruce: "My summer tux. It smelled like the river." Tim (pulling out the now-tiny tux jacket and smirking): "Guess you didn't know you were supposed to dry clean these things, huh?"

Batman: Shadow of the Bat #40 - The central heating system at the Manor has gone down, and Bruce is aghast that he (a) has to make a reservation with the maintenance man, and (b) it might take him more than a week to take care of it. Bruce decides to just fix it himself - I wonder how that went, lol. Bruce (hand to his forehead dramatically) : "A butler, at butler, my kingdom for a butler!" Tim (coming down the stairs into the basement): "Specifically Alfred?" Bruce: "Very specifically. He'd have had these central heating tyrants fixed in minutes. Losing Alfred has caused me as much pain as anything Bane did to me."

THE RETURN OF ALFRED! Yaaaaay! And more Bruce and Tim.

Batman #521 - More overflowing laundry shenanigans 😂 Bruce: "Not again, Tim!" Tim: "Honest, Bruce - I know I didn't go overboard on the detergent this time!" Bruce: "You mean you added detergent too--? After I already did it?" Tim: "Uh oh. Hey, I was only trying to help..." Bruce: "The mops." Tim: "Yeah...again." Alfred returns to Bruce and Tim both attempting to mop up, suds everywhere, including in their hair. To preserve both his and Bruce's dignity, he's pretended to come in answer to a Help Wanted ad that he himself placed in the paper, for a butler at Wayne Manor. Bruce and Tim both warmly welcome him home.

Detective Comics #689 - Batman and Robin pick the wrong rooftop to talk on, and startle a woman coming up to hang her laundry so badly that she faints, dropping and scattering the whole load. Robin: "She'll be okay. Just passed out." Batman: "I hate when this happens." Robin: "Well, what do we do now?" Batman: "How about demonstrating some of your new skills - the ones Nightwing taught you?" Robin: "Man..." He does, and the woman wakes up to her neatly folded items in her basket, while Bruce and Tim swing away. Tim (indignant): "It wouldn't hurt you to learn how to fold clothes, even though Alfred is back." Batman (grinning): "You know what they say about old dogs, Robin." Robin: "Right."

(All of these were published within a one year span, from November 1994 to September 1995. Very fun little recurring D-plot in the aftermath of Knightfall c:)