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Cleantech has an enshittification problem

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EVs won't save the planet. Ultimately, the material bill for billions of individual vehicles and the unavoidable geometry of more cars-more traffic-more roads-greater distances-more cars dictate that the future of our cities and planet requires public transit – lots of it.

But no matter how much public transit we install, there's always going to be some personal vehicles on the road, and not just bikes, ebikes and scooters. Between deliveries, accessibility, and stubbornly low-density regions, there's going to be a lot of cars, vans and trucks on the road for the foreseeable future, and these should be electric.

Beyond that irreducible minimum of personal vehicles, there's the fact that individuals can't install their own public transit system; in places that lack the political will or means to create working transit, EVs are a way for people to significantly reduce their personal emissions.

In policy circles, EV adoption is treated as a logistical and financial issue, so governments have focused on making EVs affordable and increasing the density of charging stations. As an EV owner, I can affirm that affordability and logistics were important concerns when we were shopping for a car.

But there's a third EV problem that is almost entirely off policy radar: enshittification.

An EV is a rolling computer in a fancy case with a squishy person inside of it. While this can sound scary, there are lots of cool implications for this. For example, your EV could download your local power company's tariff schedule and preferentially charge itself when the rates are lowest; they could also coordinate with the utility to reduce charging when loads are peaking. You can start them with your phone. Your repair technician can run extensive remote diagnostics on them and help you solve many problems from the road. New features can be delivered over the air.

That's just for starters, but there's so much more in the future. After all, the signal virtue of a digital computer is its flexibility. The only computer we know how to make is the Turing complete, universal, Von Neumann machine, which can run every valid program. If a feature is computationally tractable – from automated parallel parking to advanced collision prevention – it can run on a car.

The problem is that this digital flexibility presents a moral hazard to EV manufacturers. EVs are designed to make any kind of unauthorized, owner-selected modification into an IP rights violation ("IP" in this case is "any law that lets me control the conduct of my customers or competitors"):

https://locusmag.com/2020/09/cory-doctorow-ip/

EVs are also designed so that the manufacturer can unilaterally exert control over them or alter their operation. EVs – even more than conventional vehicles – are designed to be remotely killswitched in order to help manufacturers and dealers pressure people into paying their car notes on time:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/24/rent-to-pwn/#kitt-is-a-demon

Manufacturers can reach into your car and change how much of your battery you can access:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/28/edison-not-tesla/#demon-haunted-world

They can lock your car and have it send its location to a repo man, then greet him by blinking its lights, honking its horn, and pulling out of its parking space:

https://tiremeetsroad.com/2021/03/18/tesla-allegedly-remotely-unlocks-model-3-owners-car-uses-smart-summon-to-help-repo-agent/

And of course, they can detect when you've asked independent mechanic to service your car and then punish you by degrading its functionality:

https://www.repairerdrivennews.com/2024/06/26/two-of-eight-claims-in-tesla-anti-trust-lawsuit-will-move-forward/

This is "twiddling" – unilaterally and irreversibly altering the functionality of a product or service, secure in the knowledge that IP law will prevent anyone from twiddling back by restoring the gadget to a preferred configuration:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/19/twiddler/

The thing is, for an EV, twiddling is the best case scenario. As bad as it is for the company that made your EV to change how it works whenever they feel like picking your pocket, that's infinitely preferable to the manufacturer going bankrupt and bricking your car.

That's what just happened to owners of Fisker EVs, cars that cost $40-70k. Cars are long-term purchases. An EV should last 12-20 years, or even longer if you pay to swap the battery pack. Fisker was founded in 2016 and shipped its first Ocean SUV in 2023. The company is now bankrupt:

https://insideevs.com/news/723669/fisker-inc-bankruptcy-chapter-11-official/

Fisker called its vehicles "software-based cars" and they weren't kidding. Without continuous software updates and server access, those Fisker Ocean SUVs are turning into bricks. What's more, the company designed the car from the ground up to make any kind of independent service and support into a felony, by wrapping the whole thing in overlapping layers of IP. That means that no one can step in with a module that jailbreaks the Fisker and drops in an alternative firmware that will keep the fleet rolling.

This is the third EV risk – not just finance, not just charger infrastructure, but the possibility that any whizzy, cool new EV company will go bust and brick your $70k cleantech investment, irreversibly transforming your car into 5,500 lb worth of e-waste.

This confers a huge advantage onto the big automakers like VW, Kia, Ford, etc. Tesla gets a pass, too, because it achieved critical mass before people started to wise up to the risk of twiddling and bricking. If you're making a serious investment in a product you expect to use for 20 years, are you really gonna buy it from a two-year old startup with six months' capital in the bank?

The incumbency advantage here means that the big automakers won't have any reason to sink a lot of money into R&D, because they won't have to worry about hungry startups with cool new ideas eating their lunches. They can maintain the cozy cartel that has seen cars stagnate for decades, with the majority of "innovation" taking the form of shitty, extractive and ill-starred ideas like touchscreen controls and an accelerator pedal that you have to rent by the month:

https://www.theverge.com/2022/11/23/23474969/mercedes-car-subscription-faster-acceleration-feature-price

Put that way, it's clear that this isn't an EV problem, it's a cleantech problem. Cleantech has all the problems of EVs: it requires a large capital expenditure, it will be "smart," and it is expected to last for decades. That's rooftop solar, heat-pumps, smart thermostat sensor arrays, and home storage batteries.

And just as with EVs, policymakers have focused on infrastructure and affordability without paying any attention to the enshittification risks. Your rooftop solar will likely be controlled via a Solaredge box – a terrible technology that stops working if it can't reach the internet for a protracted period (that's right, your home solar stops working if the grid fails!).

I found this out the hard way during the covid lockdowns, when Solaredge terminated its 3G cellular contract and notified me that I would have to replace the modem in my system or it would stop working. This was at the height of the supply-chain crisis and there was a long waiting list for any replacement modems, with wifi cards (that used your home internet rather than a cellular connection) completely sold out for most of a year.

There are good reasons to connect rooftop solar arrays to the internet – it's not just so that Solaredge can enshittify my service. Solar arrays that coordinate with the grid can make it much easier and safer to manage a grid that was designed for centralized power production and is being retrofitted for distributed generation, one roof at a time.

But when the imperatives of extraction and efficiency go to war, extraction always wins. After all, the Solaredge system is already in place and solar installers are largely ignorant of, and indifferent to, the reasons that a homeowner might want to directly control and monitor their system via local controls that don't roundtrip through the cloud.

Somewhere in the hindbrain of any prospective solar purchaser is the experience with bricked and enshittified "smart" gadgets, and the knowledge that anything they buy from a cool startup with lots of great ideas for improving production, monitoring, and/or costs poses the risk of having your 20 year investment bricked after just a few years – and, thanks to the extractive imperative, no one will be able to step in and restore your ex-solar array to good working order.

I make the majority of my living from books, which means that my pay is very "lumpy" – I get large sums when I publish a book and very little in between. For many years, I've used these payments to make big purchases, rather than financing them over long periods where I can't predict my income. We've used my book payments to put in solar, then an induction stove, then a battery. We used one to buy out the lease on our EV. And just a month ago, we used the money from my upcoming Enshittification book to put in a heat pump (with enough left over to pay for a pair of long-overdue cataract surgeries, scheduled for the fall).

When we started shopping for heat pumps, it was clear that this was a very exciting sector. First of all, heat pumps are kind of magic, so efficient and effective it's almost surreal. But beyond the basic tech – which has been around since the late 1940s – there is a vast ferment of cool digital features coming from exciting and innovative startups.

By nature, I'm the kid of person who likes these digital features. I started out as a computer programmer, and while I haven't written production code since the previous millennium, I've been in and around the tech industry for my whole adult life. But when it came time to buy a heat-pump – an investment that I expected to last for 20 years or more – there was no way I was going to buy one of these cool new digitally enhanced pumps, no matter how much the reviewers loved them. Sure, they'd work well, but it's precisely because I'm so knowledgeable about high tech that I could see that they would fail very, very badly.

You may think EVs are bullshit, and they are – though there will always be room for some personal vehicles, and it's better for people in transit deserts to drive EVs than gas-guzzlers. You may think rooftop solar is a dead-end and be all-in on utility scale solar (I think we need both, especially given the grid-disrupting extreme climate events on our horizon). But there's still a wide range of cleantech – induction tops, heat pumps, smart thermostats – that are capital intensive, have a long duty cycle, and have good reasons to be digitized and networked.

Take home storage batteries: your utility can push its rate card to your battery every time they change their prices, and your battery can use that information to decide when to let your house tap into the grid, and when to switch over to powering your home with the solar you've stored up during the day. This is a very old and proven pattern in tech: the old Fidonet BBS network used a version of this, with each BBS timing its calls to other nodes to coincide with the cheapest long-distance rates, so that messages for distant systems could be passed on:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FidoNet

Cleantech is a very dynamic sector, even if its triumphs are largely unheralded. There's a quiet revolution underway in generation, storage and transmission of renewable power, and a complimentary revolution in power-consumption in vehicles and homes:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/06/12/s-curve/#anything-that-cant-go-on-forever-eventually-stops

But cleantech is too important to leave to the incumbents, who are addicted to enshittification and planned obsolescence. These giant, financialized firms lack the discipline and culture to make products that have the features – and cost savings – to make them appealing to the very wide range of buyers who must transition as soon as possible, for the sake of the very planet.

It's not enough for our policymakers to focus on financing and infrastructure barriers to cleantech adoption. We also need a policy-level response to enshittification.

Ideally, every cleantech device would be designed so that it was impossible to enshittify – which would also make it impossible to brick:

Based on free software (best), or with source code escrowed with a trustee who must release the code if the company enters administration (distant second-best);

All patents in a royalty-free patent-pool (best); or in a trust that will release them into a royalty-free pool if the company enters administration (distant second-best);

No parts-pairing or other DRM permitted (best); or with parts-pairing utilities available to all parties on a reasonable and non-discriminatory basis (distant second-best);

All diagnostic and error codes in the public domain, with all codes in the clear within the device (best); or with decoding utilities available on demand to all comers on a reasonable and non-discriminatory basis (distant second-best).

There's an obvious business objection to this: it will reduce investment in innovative cleantech because investors will perceive these restrictions as limits on the expected profits of their portfolio companies. It's true: these measures are designed to prevent rent-extraction and other enshittificatory practices by cleantech companies, and to the extent that investors are counting on enshittification rents, this might prevent them from investing.

But that has to be balanced against the way that a general prohibition on enshittificatory practices will inspire consumer confidence in innovative and novel cleantech products, because buyers will know that their investments will be protected over the whole expected lifespan of the product, even if the startup goes bust (nearly every startup goes bust). These measures mean that a company with a cool product will have a much larger customer-base to sell to. Those additional sales more than offset the loss of expected revenue from cheating and screwing your customers by twiddling them to death.

There's also an obvious legal objection to this: creating these policies will require a huge amount of action from Congress and the executive branch, a whole whack of new rules and laws to make them happen, and each will attract court-challenges.

That's also true, though it shouldn't stop us from trying to get legal reforms. As a matter of public policy, it's terrible and fucked up that companies can enshittify the things we buy and leave us with no remedy.

However, we don't have to wait for legal reform to make this work. We can take a shortcut with procurement – the things governments buy with public money. The feds, the states and localities buy a lot of cleantech: for public facilities, for public housing, for public use. Prudent public policy dictates that governments should refuse to buy any tech unless it is designed to be enshittification-resistant.

This is an old and honorable tradition in policymaking. Lincoln insisted that the rifles he bought for the Union Army come with interoperable tooling and ammo, for obvious reasons. No one wants to be the Commander in Chief who shows up on the battlefield and says, "Sorry, boys, war's postponed, our sole supplier decided to stop making ammunition."

By creating a market for enshittification-proof cleantech, governments can ensure that the public always has the option of buying an EV that can't be bricked even if the maker goes bust, a heat-pump whose digital features can be replaced or maintained by a third party of your choosing, a solar controller that coordinates with the grid in ways that serve their owners – not the manufacturers' shareholders.

We're going to have to change a lot to survive the coming years. Sure, there's a lot of scary ways that things can go wrong, but there's plenty about our world that should change, and plenty of ways those changes could be for the better. It's not enough for policymakers to focus on ensuring that we can afford to buy whatever badly thought-through, extractive tech the biggest companies want to foist on us – we also need a focus on making cleantech fit for purpose, truly smart, reliable and resilient.

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https://pluralistic.net/2024/06/26/unplanned-obsolescence/#better-micetraps

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biibini · 1 year ago

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Could you possibly write hcs for Mizu properly introducing reader to her adoptive father for the first time??? I'm curious as to how that would play out :3

modern!mizu x reader meets eiji for the first time

tags: modern mizu, mizu & reader in relationship, meeting the parents trope, meeting the parent?, eiji is mizu’s adopted father, kohama is staged around the pacific northwest, heidi shindo &blood-soaked chiaki mentioned, TW: m*k*o, author needs to eat before she writes

a/n: ok for some reason i cant edit my drafts on my phone bc of gifs :( ima get thru these asks fr,, hope yall like the show references teehee

when u and modern!mizu first got together, u guys figured u would take it slow

it was mizu’s first relationship out of a toxic one

and u didn’t mind the slow pace

going on dates, hanging out, relaxing together

it was a blast

until one day u guys were out downtown, having a lil cafe date

and one of eiji’s clients recognized mizu as u hopped on the back of her motorcycle, zooming off to get lunch

modern!mizu ends up getting an unexpected phone call from her adopted dad

they keep in touch every few days

but she had just called him yesterday

Mizu was lying on her bed, scrolling through her phone. Her homework lies on her desk, ready to be done.

She groans in frustration and gently throws the phone down.

Ok, enough scrolling. Let’s get shit done-

Her phone starts to vibrate. Mizu flips the phone to spot the contact name “Swordfather”. The contact name is paired with a 0.5 selfie of him winning against Mizu. It continued to vibrate on Mizu's bed.

That’s odd. I just called him yesterday.

“Hey dad, whats up?”, Mizu answer.

“Who’s in the back of your bike?”, he yells into the phone.

“How- who- what are you talking-“

“Mr. Shindo come to me earlier today.” He starts, stern and loud, “He say he saw you with girl behind you on bike.”

Mr. Shindo was a regular at Eiji’s Repair Shop ever since Mizu was young. A man with temper and sass, he only trusted Eiji with his services. But with sass came a lot of gossip. Mizu wouldn’t believe the amount of drama happening the neighborhood if it wasn’t for Mr.Shindo’s loud mouth.

“Ok dad, I know it’s a girl but-“

“And he say he saw you hold hands! And drive off?!”, Eiji yelled with concern.

Mizu never really heard him this loud. There was the occasional disagreement and arguments about the Sunday game or who’s cooking for dinner. It was just banter at the most.

When Mizu told him about Mikio and why she left him & all his problems, he stayed calm and silent. Not many words were said when she admitted everything he did during the relationship. But it was comforting to know that her adopted dad was there, quietly listening to her sobs at the dining table.

“I know it’s not a guy but-“

“Guy, girl I do no care. Who is she?”

Mizu was stunned. Yeah, her dad’s English wasn’t the best but his words hit deep. The only time he pulled out the “I don’t care” in her lifetime was a foul customer.

A man by the name of Chiaki was on his knees close to closing hours, begging on his knees for Eiji to fix his motorcycle in hopes to make it faster. After constant days of his begging and pleading during open & closing, Eiji took it into his shop. After countless days of watching her dad attempt to fix the customer’s bike, Chiaki started criticizing and called him an “decrepit old man unable to fix shit”. Mizu wanted to rock his shit but her dad stopped her before she could.

“I may be old, but I do no care. Leave with your piece of shit you call a bike.”, Eiji said as Chiaki sped off, flipping the bird as he sent off.

"Mizu? You there?, Eiji asks. Mizu snaps back to reality.

"Yeah?"

"You tired of guys now, ha?"

Mizu scoffed, laughing at the unexpected response. She hears a hearty chuckle through the phone.

"Yeah yeah.", Mizu sighs in relief, "She's my girlfriend. Her name is Y/N.", Mizu answered, a blush blooming on her face.

"Ah good. Next time you come home, bring her. I'll make my barbeque special.", Eiji says lightheartedly.

Mizu's eyes lit up. It had been a while since she visited home. And to be greeted with the smell of her dad's honey BBQ baby back ribs and juicy prime rib? Yeah, she was sold.

"I will. I'll let you know when I'll visit."

"And Mizu?"

"Yes, Dad?"

"She take good care of you?", he asks in a concerned tone.

MIzu smiles, knowing the slow burn of confusion, hatred, and rage he witnessed over the many years. He was present during her silent middle school self, her angsty & stubborn teenage years, and her confused & rage-filled self during her previous relationship.

She looks at the wall where a photobooth strip of you two hung. It was during one of your exploring the city dates when you two found a vintage photo booth. A little dusty but it did the job of capturing you two together.

"Yes. Yes, she does, dad."

later that week, u get a text msg from mizu asking if u are free for the weekend

thinking it was another weekend date, u clear out ur schedule

and then she texts u its ab coming home w her for the weekend and see her dad

this was kinda out of nowhere

it rlly threw u off

it has been a few months now...

so yk what

maybe it is time u say hi

that friday u get on her motorcycle and ride to her hometown

its only an hr out but seeing the change from a college town to a smaller town felt like another world

You feel the motorcycle slow down as you head towards the exit. The wind calms down as you pass by the welcome sign to Kohama. As you go down the exit, you look out. Down below is a winding path to the seaside town. The town hangs next to a cliff. From your point of view, you could spot the deep blue ocean shimmers as Mizu takes you down the road.

She goes at a slower pace, taking in the familiar sights she left behind: the tall pine trees, a long coastline as far as the eye can see, and boulders scattering the beaches every once in a while. She rolls up to a stop sign and lifts her visor up.

"Smells like home."

You mimic her motions, lifting yours as well. The faint scent of sea salt mixed with the cool breeze from the ocean.

With both of you refreshed, Mizu continued along the path towards the middle of town.

u guys roll into her neighborhood

the houses share a similar bungalow-style

only changing in shades of color

however, something caught ur eye

well

more like ur nose

the smell of sweet barbeque caught ur attention

mizu immediately knew it was her dad cooking it up

meeting modern!mizu’s dad aka swordfather was a lil awkward

when u first arrived, he was busy in the back barbecuing and taking care of the dinner tonight

so u didnt meet him until u fully entered the house

hes busy in the back barbequing

and he does see u but the only thing he knows ab u is that ur dating his daughter

“Dad?”, Mizu calls through the house. You follow her footsteps down the hallway. She then opens the backdoor at the end, the midday shining into the hallway.

The sun blinds you for a second. You see a growing backyard with bushes aligning the fence. Tucked in the corner lied a storage shed surrounded by bikes and a few spare tires. Next to the shed is a grill in use, smoke coming out of the vent.

“I’m here Mizu.” An elderly voice called, his back facing you.

He turns around, a faint pout on his face. His eyes squinting from the harsh midday sun.

“You bring girlfriend?”

Mizu grins at her dad’s comment. She looks back at you and softly grabs your hand, pulling you next to her.

“This is Y/N.”

You smiled, waving at Mizu’s father. You know he’s not a bad guy, just a badass through Mizu’s stories of back home. However, you’re still anxious underneath your pleasing demeanor.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”

You look up to meet his gaze. Old, tired eyes stare back. Stern but not mean or cruel. Amiable. You could only wonder how much wisdom he has behind those eyes.

“Nice to meet you. I am Eiji.”

He waves back, awkwardly smiling as he tends to the grill. The interaction had a striking similarity to when you first met Mizu: cordial, dry, and a little awkward.

Like father, like daughter, you suppose.

after introducing urself, mizu lets eiji cook

(LET HIM COOK ‼️‼️)

when ur making sides together in the kitchen, he gets a glimpse of how u guys act together

and he watches u help mizu make the sides like mac & cheese, baked potatoes, biscuits, and stir fried green beans

typically, he would be helping her cook

but seeing u help her mix the macaroni

and mizu helping u cut the green beans

hes a proud man and feels safe knowing mizu is ok

when mizu pops into the bathroom, he checks in on the cooking

You put on the red and blue mitts and carefully place the mac and cheese into the oven. You feel the fiery heat of the oven against your forearms.

“How is cooking going?”

You close the oven and look behind to find Eiji. You nod in response.

“It’s going good! We’re almost done.”, you say as you move to the side. He gets a view of your work with Mizu: a plate of stir fried garlic string beans with crispy fried onions, a stack of baked potatoes along with bowls of toppings portioned by Mizu, Red Lobster cheddar bay biscuits, and the max and cheese that’s currently baking.

“Thank you for inviting me over and letting me stay.”, you say politely as you put the mittens away.

He nods back, a small smile forming around his lips.

The conversation falls short. A silence fills the air.

For a little too long.

It’s almost uncomfortable to breath, let alone talk, in the kitchen.

“Ribs are almost done. Please help set tables with me.”

You follow his request and help him with the plates and utensils.

“You know,”, You look up from the dinner table, giving Eiji your attention. “I did not know Mizu would bring girlfriend back.”

He chuckled as he looked back at you. You hear the emphasis on “girl” and laughed along. After hearing about Mizu’s previous relationship during the beginning of your relationship, you started to understand her ways.

And now, you understood why Eiji was awkward earlier in the day. When Mizu first met you, it was anxiousness meeting you. For Eiji, it was out of concern from Mizu’s past.

“Yeah, I’m probably not what you expected.”, you tease.

A hearty laugh comes out of Eiji. You feel the heaviness in the room lifts.

“But I’ll be here for her. I plan to, don’t worry.”, you reassure him. As serious as you sound, it was all true.

He hums in agreement. He puts down the final fork and walks over to the stir-fried green beans. His fingers reach for a string bean and tastes your cooking.

“Mm. You are honest.”, he pauses as he takes another bite. “You also make mean green beans.”

You snort, the compliment catching you off guard.

“Mean green beans?”, you question. You take a bean from the plate.

He nods.

Mean green beans…

while u and eiji are having a moment,

modern!mizu is listening to all of this go down

she tries not to smile when she comes back into the kitchen

but on the inside, she’s relieving hes getting along with u

once u and mizu help set the food on the table, its feasting time

ik for a fact that those baby back ribs are dangerously juicy

practically ripping off the bone

and with that honey bbq sauce???

and not to mention the prime rib??????

perfectly cooked

super tender

u can literally taste thyme, rosemary, and garlic with every juicy bite

(i shouldnt be writing this while im hungry)

u all enjoy a delicious dinner

afterwards, modern!mizu would give u a detailed tour of her childhood home

her fencing trophies lined up in the living room

and hallway

and bedroom

eiji didnt always say it but he was proud

if u couldnt tell already

when u guys went out to the backyard, u spot eiji working on a motorcycle in the shed

its not the biggest shed

but a closer look inside painted a pic of who he was

him on a motorcycle w his friends when he was much younger

a framed pic of a lil mizu on her scooter with him on a motorcycle, both vehicles with matching colors

the grand opening of eiji’s car shop

young mizu at the beach nearby

another of teenage mizu holding her keys and next to a blue 2004 toyota camry

u laughed and pointed it out

eiji chuckling along w u and describing the picture as mizu’s first drive after getting her license at age 16

she looks so much younger but u giggle at the scowl

on the other hand, modern!mizu is kinda embarrassed from her high school self

as crazy and insane and stubborn as she was, it was a big moment for her and for eiji

her girl could finally drive

and she got her first taste of freedom

did she cringe as u stared and laughed at how different she looked? yeah

but at least eiji isnt reminicising alone

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hopplessilse · 2 years ago

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The nanny

Joel miller x f!reader 18+ explicit

Other stories:

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Fetish teacher!joel x f!reader

Summary: You've worked for the millers for a while, you love Sarah she's an amazing little girl. Your favorite part of going to his house is being able to see Mr. Miller, and how good he looks in his dress suit.

Warnings: Age gab (in her early 20's, he's middle 40's) pet names, Hard Sex, teabagging, almost got caught, unprotective v in p.

A/N: He has money, he is humble, he has problems with his wife, he loves Sarah and we love him, let him give us good love. if you want a second part let me know sweethearts <3

At the Millers' house, you were drawing with Sarah in the living room, it was afternoon. The Millers almost never asked for your service for many hours, this time it would be all day, until 9 p.m. or until they told you.

Mrs. Miller had an event of her company, which she would attend from 5:30 to 11:00 p.m. On the other side, Mr. Miller worked in the morning but returned home in the afternoon, around 4:00, and would be busy with zoom meetings.So you'd take care of Sarah until he was done.

From the moment you set foot in his house, you found Mr. Miller fascinating. But you were professional and you needed the job, he always treated you well and you were the same, they always asked for your opinion on things, they trusted you in any situation.

He's a good father to Sarah, he's a good husband, despite the constant fights they had lately, he's always respected her, you can see the love he has for her.

Although… You couldn't get it out of your head that day when you were in the pool.

When Mrs. Miller called you to babysit Sarah in the afternoon, you thought you'd be alone, but you'd not. Mr. Miller was working from home. From the pool you could see him through the window that looked out onto his office.

You could see the way he stared at you while he was on the phone, how he looked away from the computer as he typed to check you out. When you took Sarah to bathe and put her on her nap. The way he smiled at you when you went to say goodbye to him, the way he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to him to kiss you on the cheek.

Today he would have a morning event at work, something a bit formal. His wife, Mrs. Miller, made him buy a suit. He was a man who liked casual clothes, a pair of jeans, some plaid shirts or simple T-shirts. You were deeply grateful to Mrs. Miller for making him buy that suit, because god—" You never thought he could look better than in his plaid shirts.

He is tall, broad, broad-shouldered, in fact his body is very well proportioned thanks to his work. He is a contractor but before he was dedicated to all the loading and repairing part, now he is more in the area of design and site preparation. although it is still doing repair work. His arms are wide as are his forearms, broad back. You could imagine something else wide.

He had a strong profile, stood out in the most beautiful way, his jaw covered by his dark, grayish beard, and his lips decorated by a mustache that barely touched his upper lip.

And his eyes… Well, his eyes were two big, round dark spheres, which every time they looked at you, made you feel like you were the only person in the room, with that intensity of eye contact that brought you to your knees.

You heard his heavy footsteps down the stairs as he spoke to his wife. You looked up as you felt him enter the living room, right in front of you, wearing dark dress pants, light blue shirt, with the last button open exposing his exquisite tan collar… A dark blue tie hung from his hand.

His hair, fresh out of the shower.

"How do I look like?" he said, adjusting his tie behind his neck

"You look better than in your jeans." His wife got up from the couch to walk over to him and help him tie the knot

He looks good in everything, he looks so good

"And the jacket?" his wife looked him up and down

"I'm not going to wear a jacket," he said, buttoning the last button of his blue shirt

"It's a formal event, you must wear it"

"No, it's too early and hot to wear it" he buttoned the buttons of his sleeves as he walked towards Sarah and you

He sat down in the couch behind Sarah to see what she was doing, while exchanging a few words with her, Mrs. Miller went to get the jacket and threw it to the side of him in the couch, he just looked at her seriously as he leaned on the back of the couch and his legs remained open.

"You take it, and you'll tell me if you don't use it," she told him before going upstairs to her room to get ready

After Mrs. Miller left, the air changed. At least for you it did. You felt Joel's gaze on your neck, a feeling of nerves ran through your entire body, although you decided to ignore the fact that his knee almost touched your shoulder, you decided to give all your concentration to Sarah while she told you about the animals you were painting.

A few hours had passed since Joel had left, Mrs. Miller was about to leave, right at the door saying goodbye to her daughter. She, like Mr. Miller, looked beautiful. She wore a purple dress that highlighted her warm skin.

You had a good time when you were alone with Sarah, one of your favorite activities was playing Taylor Swift music and singing at the top of your lungs. You enjoyed swimming, making brownies, and drawing. She was a quiet, obedient and above all honest girl, she even told you secrets from her school.

She loved being with you. Once on vacation when you weren't working, she asked her parents to talk to you so you could spend the afternoon with her. Despite being 8 years old she was a responsible child with her homework, she always reminded you to do it.

You knew things about her, like she knew things about you. You were best friends.

Hours passed, Joel was already at home, but he was in his office working as he had meetings by call. Normally when one of them arrives you always put Sarah to take a nap and go home, after a long day for everyone it was the best solution to lower her energy.

"I don't want to sleep, I want to get in the pool," Sarah said as she pouted sitting on her bed

"You know the rules, no pool after 6 p.m., and you have to take your nap." You said as you closed the curtains a little and turned on her vanity light

"Can you convince my dad to leave us?" you looked at her and she smiled at you, cocking her small head

"No, I can't," you laughed and saw her eyebrows gather in anger

"He won't say no"

"And why wouldn't he say no" You looked at her with a thoughtful face

"Because he likes you," she smiled at you and her hazel eyes sparkled

You opened your mouth in surprise

"And where do you get that?"

"Because he was telling my mom again that you were one of the best babysitters I've ever had."

"Do you think that?"

"sure" she smiled to you

"Well anyway I can't do it honey, you'll have to take your nap, on the weekend we'll probably be able to swim okay"

She just went to bed with a pout on her face

"Can I at least read the story myself? it's just that I'm not very sleepy."

"Do you want to read it alone?" You took the book off the shelf and gave it to her

She just nodded happily.

"Okay, I'll let you read the book, but you promise you'll fall asleep?" You pointed to it as a warning

"Yes, I promise"

"Little hand" you made your hand a fist, placed your thumb on your lips while extending your pinky finger in her direction, she did the same as you, and they joined their pinky fingers in an embrace.

You walked to her door and waved goodbye, telling her to keep quiet so her dad wouldn't hear her.

You closed her door slowly, then walked down the hall and headed for the stairs. The house was dark, you had left a lamp on the side of the stairs to light them.

Going down the stairs you turned to enter the living room. When you looked up you jumped and put your hand to your chest, Joel was sitting on the couch with only 2 lamps on that reflected a dim light in the room.

He had reports on the coffee table and his laptop was resting on the edge of it. He looked up at you. He was wearing dark square glasses, in his hands he held a notebook and pen and, he was still in his clothes from this morning.

"God!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said, leaving his notebook and pen on the side of his laptop along with the rest of the papers.

"Don't worry" You got your posture back by watching it from the entrance "I thought you were in your office"

"I was there, but I needed air, I couldn't last another minute"

You both stared at each other, you trying to control your nervousness as he looked you up and down.

"Sarah's already fallen asleep?"

"Yes, she just fell asleep" You walked over to the couch where he was, your bag resting a few feet away from him. You took it, looked at him and just smiled and walked away

His raspy voice rang in your ears.

"Hey, I wanted to know if you couldn't stay another hour" You looked at him confused "I'll be busy with another meeting"

"Oh okay sure, no problem" He just gave you a smile and started typing on his computer, you just sat next to him on the couch, saying nothing.

Sitting next to him, you couldn't help but look at him and see how sexy he looked in the dim light in the room. What would it be like to be loved by him? How would it feel to be touched by him? What would it feel like to kiss him?

No, you can't think that, it's Mr. Miller we're talking about, that's not healthy or right, he's married and has a daughter, a daughter that you take care of in the trust of their house.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up below his elbows. You could see the hair in his arms, and his veins underneath them.

He was so focused on what he was doing.He looked calm, you couldn't think why he and his wife were always fighting, you would be very happy by his side.

You came back to reality when his eyes turned to look at you, and a smile appeared on his face. You just settled back on the couch, a nervous smile on your face. Joel stopped writing and leaned back on the back of the chair, and like this morning, his legs spread, his knee touching yours.

"So… How's college going?" He put his left arm behind the couch, leaving his hand behind your shoulder.

"Mmh I… I don't go to college anymore, I graduated a few months ago."

His brows furrowed, "Mmj, and what was your career?"

"Architecture" you smiled as you nodded and looked away from him

"You haven't looked for a job yet"

"Yes, I have, but… Since I'm still new to the field, they don't accept me in any of them" You played with your fingers as you watched them intertwine.

"If you want, you could be an intern in the construction I work in"

You looked at him and your eyes softened "for real"

"Of course" a soft grimace was on his lips, causing his eyes to become small and the edges of their eyes to appear wrinkled.

You just smiled at him in the same way, and when you lowered your head to your lap, you felt his hand, the same hand behind you, caress your hair. You turned to look at him and his eyes wandered over your breasts that were slightly shown by the collar of the shirt, his eyes ran over it until they reached your face.

"You are so beautiful, did you know that?"

His eyes were even darker with the light, his lips parted. It didn't help you stop your thoughts.

"Yes, I know," you said in a whisper as you saw his lips, his face, his eyes

His hand went from being in your hair to being on your cheek. He stroked you with his knuckles slowly, as he watched the places where he caressed you. You didn't take your eyes off him. He came closer to you being inches from your face, while his hands rested on your jaw, following the shape of it to your chin and resting his thumb on your lips.

"You have beautiful lips" His thumb caressed your upper lip to your lower lip slowly.

You didn't know what to do or how to react, you never expected this from him. Why was him this way just now?

He came up to you and left a kiss on your cheek, close to your lips. You could feel his breath brushing your lips. Until you just decided to put your lips together with his.

You closed your eyes to the contact. Your lips moved in time, slowly as he held your face with his left hand.

The kiss only intensified when you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, sliding your hands down his chest. You parted for lack of air, but your foreheads stayed together.

"Is it okay for us to do this?" you asked him, begging him to say yes, that he wanted to kiss you, to feel you… But a little part of you told you it was wrong

"I want it, I've wanted it for a while" He caressed your face and brushed his nose with yours "Do you want it to happen?" He looked straight into your eyes

"Yes.." you swallowed seeing it "But… your wife."

"Don't worry about her, she won't know this happened"

You stared at him gasping for breath, thinking of a million things that could happen. If she found out you would lose your job, you would be embarrassed if your parents knew the reason why they fired you, it would be a torment in your head if they separated because of you. You didn't want to be the other woman, but if it happened one time, you put the feelings aside, you could enjoy it.

You could have this experience and not be left wanting.

You joined your lips with his, making your teeth collide, the kiss was intense, your tongues caressed each other, asking for more. You couldn't help but slide your hand from his chest to his crotch, you felt a bulge through his dark pants. You massaged him up and down, feeling his harder length.

You heard him growl with pleasure from your hand, your movements so soft, your hands on him and your panties getting wetter and wetter.

Your hands went to his belt, undoing it with a speed that showed how impatient you were.

"shh calm down, I know you want this cock inside you honey"

"I want it in my mouth too" you looked at him with puppy eyes as you got off the couch and knelt in front of him, you positioned yourself between his legs and guided your hands to unbutton his pants and unzip him.

"oh baby, you will be the death of me"

He settled better on the couch, he helped you lower his pants, staying in boxers, he placed his right hand on your head, caressing it.

You guided your head and your hand close to his member that was still covered by his boxers. You could perfectly see the shape of its length, the thickness of it. You placed your mouth on it, leaving a trail of kisses along its length on the fabric. A growl left his lips, prompting you to pull the hem of his boxers down a little, making his head peek out.

You turned to look at him, he smiled at you and nodded for you to continue. You licked your lips and placed a kiss on the tip, this made his hips rise a little, he was asking for more, but you wanted to play with him a little before putting him in your mouth.

You stuck out your tongue and ran it along his length as you landed your lips and gently sucked on the sides of his member. Your hands wandered over him, you touched the tip of his head with your right hand and felt how he moved due to the cold contact of your hand on his very warm length.

"Come on baby, show me what that little mouth can do." He told you in a low tone and with his raspy voice.

You pulled down his boxers so you could free his member. Your jaw dropped when you saw it. It was thick, definitely not too long but it wasn't small either, it was a size that you considered perfect. Its length rested on his stomach which was still covered by his blue shirt.

"I know you can take it, show me how well you suck it."

Damn, with that language I would let him do whatever he wanted to me

You took his length with your right hand, a smile forming on your face when you realized that your fingers were not touching your thumb on the other side. first time you had one like this and you were going to enjoy it. You left kisses on the tip and then put the head of his member in your mouth, delicately sucking it, while you heard moans and grunts come out of Joel's mouth.

Both of his hands were placed on your head, urging you to take more of his length into your mouth, and so you did. You opened your lips wider to give him access to more of him, his hands guiding you up and down as a trail of saliva ran down his member. Your right hand didn't stop moving, it followed the same movements as your head.

you wanted to give him more, you wanted him to feel satisfied by your mouth. You took his member from your lips, only touching it with your hand, you looked at him through your eyelashes and you could see how excited he was, his eyes screamed for your attention. You lowered your head so you could kiss his balls.

You put one in your mouth as you slowly sucked him, while your right hand masturbated his member. You looked at him and watched with his head thrown back while moans and moans left his lips. He lowered his head to look you in the eyes, you saw how his teeth pressed together, how his neck would tense and his neck veins would show through his sweaty skin, his eyebrows united in excitement .

You continued sucking and touching his member while he undid the knot of his tie and tossed it aside on the couch.

Joel leaned over to you, pulled his testicles out of your mouth, and grabbed you by your armpits to pull you up.

"I don't want to come in your mouth honey, I need to do it inside you" as he told you that he placed you on his lap, each leg on one side of his hip.

You were wearing a shortboard skirt, so he had easy access to your underwear. With his hands he pulled your skirt up until it folded up to your back, and with both hands he pulled your panties down. You lifted one leg so you could pull it out of your panties and leave them hanging by just one.

He slid his right hand between your legs so he could caress your clit that ached for attention. You moaned at the touch of his calloused fingers on your soft skin. You were so wet that you could feel the remnants of your wetness on your inner thighs.

"Hell sweetheart, does this tight pussy cry for attention?"

You suppressed your moans by biting your lip as you looked straight into his eyes, the only thing you could see in them was your reflection as his eyes were darker than they were, you could see how he needed this as much as you did.

"Just fuck me please," the words came squinting from your lips as little whimpers followed.

Without telling you, he placed you on top of his cock, you felt how he guided the tip in your entrance making you sigh, without further do, he entered you suddenly. You let out a loud moan that caused you to bend over and bite his shoulder so you could silence your scream.

He began to move and penetrate you tightly while holding you firmly by the hips. Your breasts were a few inches from his face, practically bouncing off his chin. The place became a sauna of sweat, moans and gasping breaths from both of you. You straightened up so that you could take control of the situation, seeing your action he let you take control and ride him.

He looked so good from above, you could feel the firmness of his hands, as they traveled from your breasts, to your hips, waist and buttocks squeezing them firmly, he spanked you to encourage you.

"You're so good, God you look so beautiful from here," he said in a voice choked from lack of breath as he approached your breasts and kissed them over the fabric biting a little over the top.

"Shit" you couldn't control your moans, the more you felt your orgasm build, as you watched the gestures on his face, the way his neck tightened, your hands on his hair, on his face as you leaned in to kiss him. A deep kiss that led him to stick you to his chest, hold you in place and penetrate you hard.

His balls bounced off your ass, echoing around the room as it mingled with your whining between his lips.

"I'm coming Joel" his name came out mostly in the form of a moan

"Come on baby, let me hear ya"

Your orgasm hit you hard, you couldn't help but let out a loud moan that echoed through the room, whining coming out of your lips as joel penetrated you mercilessly. Joel's moans were present as he kept pace with his lunges. From one moment to the next you could feel his movements losing pace as moans came out of the back of his throat.

You knew he was about to end when the sound of an engine came through the entrance. You froze, you knew it was his wife, you looked at him and he had his eyes closed as he penetrated you, you knew he was concentrating because he heard him too.

"Joel," your voice cracked from the friction your was receiving.

The grip of his hands around your hips intensified as he opened his eyes and looked at you, his movements were slowing down but you could see through his eyes how he was collapsing little by little.

It wasn't enough a couple more thrusts and the sound of a car door closed, so that he came down hard inside you, silencing his moan on your lips as he penetrated you deeply a couple more times to empty itself completely into you.

Hearing the keys in the lock, you both got up, you fixed your skirt while he quickly buttoned his pants and shirt. You got away from him by taking your things.

Joel adjusted his hair as his wife's heels echoed across the floor of the house.

You could feel Joel's fluids trickle down your inner thighs. You could feel your cheeks red and hot from all the blood that went down your face, the heat you felt emanating from your body.

His wife thanked you for taking care of Sarah. Before leaving you were saying goodbye to his wife and you turned to look at him, he was behind her a few meters away from you, he smiled at you, but this time it was different, it was a smile you had never seen, your eye contact ended with a wink from him.

You didn't know how the hell you were going to work for them.

You didn't know how you were going to walk into that house every day and see him leave, see him come home from work while you take care of his daughter.

But if you knew anything….. This wouldn't be the last time it would happen

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Yellow Pages

Reader x Mr 'Ant' Tenna

(also on AO3, if you wouldn't mind tossing a kudo my way)

You, a 'Lightner', were pulled into the Dark World. Just for an hour the first time, but thankfully not the last. This 'TV World' was a dream-come-true for Luddites such as yourself. Oh, and the inhabitants were also kind of interesting, one more so than the others.

“And so then, this guy tries to say I should cover it under their warranty!”

The man - if that was an accurate descriptor for the person sitting across from you - roared with laughter. “He. Did. Not!”

“He did!” You reached for your glass of mysterious liquid. Whatever it was, it was highly intoxicating and made the hair stand up from your arms, like walking near a severed power line.

“Penny-pinching bastards.” Tenna shook his head slowly in amusement, taking another swig from his oversized glass. “Lightners did run some very strange commercials.” He tilted his glass in your direction. “I saw the ones Legal rejected, oodles of them, and they all ended with the same phrase: ‘call toll-free 1-800’. Folks could hardly tell ‘em apart. Which one did you have in mind?”

You let out an amused snort. “I wasn't going any more out of my way for this guy; I decided to laugh in his face and say the warranty must’ve expired decades ago.” You realized you’d made a mistake when that energetic - and apparently literally ‘award winning’ - smile froze completely motionless.

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It had been - without a shadow of a doubt - the single weirdest service call you’d ever heard, let alone been on. You’d gotten up to answer the phone one evening. “Yello?” you’d asked, cradling the receiver between your head and shoulder in order to idly thumb through an old appliance manual snagged at a garage sale the other day.

“‘Ello, luv. I’m sorry to call you last-minute, but I’m in dire need of a repair technician, y’see.” Though the call wasn’t the greatest quality, you’d picked up a distinct British accent coming from the other end.

“Ah, sorry, house visits only. Shipment is too risky for older devices. No exceptions.” You’d bring the equipment back home with you if absolutely necessary, but you didn’t trust delivery drivers. Just how they’d managed to destroy that solder kit was beyond you. Never again.

The caller laughed, “Don’t tell my boss that; ol’ Tenna very much prefers the word ‘vintage’. A specialist is what I need, and your reviews on Yelp were immaculate. It’s just he can get a bit sparky at times, if’n y’know what I mean.”

Well that was a relief, constantly worrying that some of your clients were a bit more ‘eccentric’ than the average Joe. You seemed to have a knack for winning them over, though. Hobbyist solidarity, you supposed. “Still...” Having to turn down such a polite person blows; you’d only refused service from the snootiest ‘collectors’.

“Travel’s a bit much, innit? Don’t fret, hon, we’ll be coverin’ that, too.”

“Really?” Buses were so expensive though, and what if the distance warranted a flight? No way you were any kind of famous. Besides, you’d only posted your services on local platforms, specifically to avoid this kind of thing.

“I’ll give you the quick run-down when you get here, then,” they said in obvious relief, “Ta!”

“Wait, you haven’t even given me an add-” But the line had gone dead. Huh. They’d seemed so serious that you’d decided to play along with the prank call, growing increasingly doubtful about if it even was a prank. Whoever that was - you hadn’t caught their name, either - was pretty creative. What the heck kind of name was ‘Tenna’? Maybe you just mis-heard them.

Tomorrow was a busy day, jam-packed with shopping runs; high-quality replacement parts might mean no repeat business, but the satisfaction of restoring a ‘hopelessly broken’ ‘piece of junk’ to full functionality was worth more to you than the money. ‘They just don’t make ‘em like they used to’, and all that.

A mug of hot tea sounded like the perfect accompaniment to your newfound prize. Crossing the room toward your kitchen, you heard the unmistakeable click-hum of a CRT turning on. Usually you only plugged things in to test them, how unlike you to have forgotten. When you reached the outlet, you saw that nothing was plugged in at all, and wasn’t that the one with a completely mangled power cord anyway? The light overhead flickered, stove clock resetting from the brief loss of power, before shutting off with a ‘pop’ that you sincerely hoped wasn’t fried wiring.

Severely confused, as there had been no storm of any kind, you opened your front door to see if the neighbors had been hit as well. You didn’t see anything amiss.

You didn’t see anything at all.

A quick scrub of your eyes revealed no change. Had you gone blind? You could see the faint outlines of your furniture back inside, lit by the LEDs of your assorted projects. Some had been completely disassembled, but every unit to have a display was lit up; you knew the location and status of each one precisely.

You still couldn’t see anything past the door, and after continuing to stare, you didn’t even experience the phantom flashes that accompanied cave darkness.

First one step, then another. Your foot hovered in the air, bracing to see if your stairs were just as you remembered them. It met no resistance initially, and you sighed in relief.

But no impact came, encountering none of the ledges adorning the front of your house.

“W-what?” You were plummeting through space, no wind rushing past you, but definitely falling all the same.

Unsure of such things as ‘up’ or ‘down’ or even ‘how far have I fallen’, you were on the verge of true panic when a sense of impending arrival swept over you.

You were standing, on what that surface was, you weren’t quite sure. Something about your surroundings twisted unsettlingly, unnaturally, and your senses came flooding back.

Everything looked normal, familiar even, what seemed to be some kind of office space. The ceilings were terrifyingly high, though.

A rather short man started talking from just beside you, when had he gotten there, had he been there all along?

“Mr Tenna’s working himself into a right state, ain’t he? Please,” he gestured ahead, saying your name, “follow me, quicklike.”

Obediently, and more than a little confused, you trotted after the man. Short, stocky, bushy purple hair - nothing particularly unusual there - but his face and exposed skin had a strange sheen to it, reminding you of plastic left out in the sunshine a little too long. The eyes, clearly weary from this ‘state’ that his ‘Mr. Tenna’ was in, also looked a little off, deep-set and dark without being sunken.

“Excuse me, but -” That was the same name given during that phone call, just now. They couldn’t be connected, could they? “- I didn’t catch your name. What happened, how did I get here?”

“Blimey,” he laughed, running his hand through his hair in embarrassment, “you must be right gobsmacked about now. You’re in the Dark World, and this here’s TV City. Name’s Ramb; it’s an emergency and you’re my last chance, the only one I could find.”

You silently mouthed the unfamiliar phrases, trying to make sense of them. These were places?

Ramb continued to explain, still not making a lick of sense. ‘Lightner’? ‘Real, but not in the same way’? It was made even more difficult to understand by a commotion echoing down the hall.

“Okay, sure, I get it,” you fibbed, “but what kind of ‘emergency’ involves dragging me out of my house?” That you’d exited freely and of your own volition was hardly important. The shouting was getting louder, and though you couldn’t make out the words yet, it sounded distinctly displeased. “Don’t you have some kind of in-house maintenance? Tech suppor-”

You and Ramb rounded the corner and about collided face-first with an incredibly shiny belt buckle, looking like a stylized TV. You could see your face in it and slowly tipped your head back, now aware of the source of the overly loud and far-too-exuberant-for-this-late-in-the-day voice. “- before our ratings come crashing down as well, haha!”

What in the heck? The one standing in front of you made your guide look normal by comparison - two, if not three, times your height and clad in a flamboyantly red suit with long tails flared out. What was truly weird wasn’t the man’s insane proportions, but the structure of his face: he seemed to be wearing a box on his head, one shaped like a TV, except the TV was on, and the bunny-ear antennae mounted on top were twitching in an agitated pattern as if they were alive, and there was a very large nose protruding from the screen, and also a mouth, and -

He hadn’t noticed you yet, finishing calling instructions to some unseen employee in a cheery yet menacing tone.

“Excuse me,” you repeated, starting to get fed up with being told nothing actually useful, “I’d kind of like some answers, if you people don’t mind.”

“Not now, can’t you see I’m a little busy?” His jaw was clenched as he turned to face you fully, somehow furrowing nonexistent brows in mild confusion. This man has no eyes.

He bent down for a closer look at you and frowned, evidently not liking what he saw. “Ramb!” The massive TV swiveled to the side, addressing the man beside you, “I thought I told you to find me an expert. What is a Lightner doing on my set!?”

Ramb took two casual steps forward and shrugged, hands stuffed in his pockets and body angled back to meet his boss's stare in a practiced pose. “Just doing what y’ asked, Tenna.”

‘Tenna’. There the name was again. This must be that ‘sparky’ boss you’d been warned of, that apparently needed a ‘repair technician’.

“So what exactly am I doing here? No offense,” you shrugged apologetically to your guide, “but you’ve told me like literally nothing.” They couldn’t possibly... Those solder fumes must have built up, you thought, covertly pinching your arm hard for the dozenth time. Owch! You had ruled out dreaming, but it could still be a hallucination. Perhaps all the toxic gases you’ve breathed in over the years had finally reached critical levels...

“Great. Just great.” White-gloved hand on his hip, Tenna continued to glare at you, and then you saw it: his screen jittered, irregular patches glowing and dimming in rapid pace.

“In here,” he barked, shoving open the nearest door and ducking inside with a stride longer than you were tall.

You looked at Ramb, silently pleading. An out, encouragement, advice...

The - you suddenly realized what his face reminded you of, an electrical socket. At least your hallucination was consistent with its imagery - hapless worker just gave yet another shrug, an unspoken ‘What can you do?’, and jerked his head towards the door.

Seemingly with no other choice, you stepped into a richly decorated office. It should have been too much - the red, the gold, the shameless quantity of posters with a grinning TV face on it - but somehow it all blended together nicely.

Must be an executive office, pretty swanky if you said so yourself.

Ramb closed the door behind you, standing in front of it with arms folded. Was he keeping other employees from barging in, or you from leaving?

More amd more unsettled by the second, you turned to Mr Tenna pacing angrily across the room. He was snarling quietly with a staticky whine overlaying the highly creative imprecations.

You took in a deep breath, determined to resolve the core of this hallucination so your awareness could return home to your nice comfy bed. “I demand an explanation! Why did you bring me here?” You didn't care if people would comment on how rude you were being, they started it. Blunt and to the point was the only way forward.

The man paused, pivoting on one foot to face you. His glitching screen was getting worse, either because he was losing composure or because the error was compounding. Probably both.

His large shoulders were tense and he gestured to his face with a sharp motion. “I want you to find whatever’s wrong and fix it!”

Yikes. Sadly, you were used to client outbursts like this. “You don’t know what’s wrong? Can’t you just have your assistants take a look at it?”

“They. Made. It. Worse.” Even without eyes to complete an expression, you could tell your questions were only pissing off the already-agitated ‘Mr Tenna’. The projection of his teeth was gritted, and was that a tic flashing at the upper right corner of his screen?

“Understood. I’m just trying to figure out everything that led up to now.” You held your hands up, hoping he could see the calming gesture.

“Oh, peachy!” Tenna swung an arm dramatically to gesture towards the hall door. “Some good-for-nothing stage hand didn't follow safety procedures for the ‘Scrub In’ physical challenge and an axe nearly chopped one of my dear contestant's hand off. Lucky miss, otherwise we'd need to cut to an early commercial break, ha!”

He crossed his arms in front of him, fingers and one gleaming yellow shoe tapping in rapid tempo. “Hit me instead, which was simplicity itself to play off.” The beat faltered briefly, hastening to reassure himself - not that you really cared one way or the other - of the show host’s competence before bouncing in place. “O-of course I did, and the audience loved it! Fun Meter through the roof!”

“Hit you?” Better not have been the blades end, nothing you could do about a shattered casing. “In the head?”

Multicolored error screen flashing briefly as he shook his head to clear it told you more than words ever could.

Damaged head. Head was a CRT television. You restored equipment just like that. Ergo, they called you.

“I’ve never-” You chewed on your lip; the usual service reassurance spiel would definitely come across as an insult. “I’ll definitely do my best, but you are still a little-” For emphasis, you held your index finger and thumb slightly apart, “-bit past my usual field, and I don’t want to hurt you by accident.”

Oh man, you’d kill for a quick scan of this guy’s manual. Like, actually commit homicide to get your hands on it. Sadly, you couldn't control this hallucination any more than you could lucid dream.

“Damn you, Ramb!” His gloved fist rattled the nearby desk with a frustrated pound. “Can’t you do anything r-” He cut the sentence short with another snarled curse; the room was completely empty, a door slamming far down the hall the only hint you hadn’t been alone not 15 seconds ago.

Palm now pressing flat against the poor abused furniture, Tenna dug at the side panel of his head with a free hand and groaned, “Damn it all, I can’t go on stage like this, my audience will-” He didn’t finish the thought, and didn’t seem to want to, slumping wearily against the desk - if it wasn’t his, you’d eat your left shoe.

“I- um.” How were you supposed to go about this? “I could take a look?” Please say yes. “Just see if something got knocked loose?” An unwilling visit to this ‘Dark World’ would be more than worth it if you could only catch a glimpse of how this guy ticked. Just one little peek.

Tenna didn’t respond, had he even heard you? Just before the silence became too awkward, his display flickered again, mouth glitching back and forth across the screen before reshaping with a frown. “Yeah.” His antennae drooped in resignation. “I mean, ‘yes’. After all, the show must go on! Can’t disappoint my fans over something so inconsequential!”

A confident smile brightened his screen, looking around the office with renewed purpose. “Ah, yes, perfect!”

He stood up and walked around to the other side of the desk, roughly shoving already-messy stacks of paper to the floor and flopping roughly into a fancy office swivel chair. “Right, how about this?” One extraordinarily long leg crossed casually over the other and Tenna nodded expectantly towards his cleared desk. “You should be able to reach, ah, me if you stand here.”

Now this was novel. Usually you'd have spare and disassembled parts strewn across a desk or table. Despite being used to carrying heavy loads by yourself, you barely managed to pull yourself onto the cleared surface.

The two of you stared in awkward silence, broken by the soft creak of the chair spinning around. Even seated, Tenna still had to tilt his head down slightly for you to even see.

“What the-” You whispered, stunned by the sight before you. “Who in the fuck did your cable management!?” The wires practically called to you, fingers itching to yank them all out and rearrange them in a neat, tidy, and enticing arrangement. Five minutes. Just five minutes alone and uninterrupted with the equivalent of his set-up guide, and you could die happy.

The man underneath your light touch jerked, a full-body twitch, though whether it was from perceived insult or your imminent handling of the literal inside of his head wasn’t immediately obvious.

Various electrical cords tightened like muscle contractions, confirming your theory that every part of him was alive.

An actual tech support staff member would have nightmares if they could see this. Everything was in perfect condition, but twisted and tangled beyond belief. Ramb had summoned you for a visual glitch; you weren't here as an electrician, so the danger of wires rubbing and frying until the delicate cores were exposed wasn't your concern.

Or so you kept telling yourself.

You swallowed, mouth bone-dry from nervousness. “Okay, uh, try to relax?”

“Easy for you to say.”

Yeah, it really did sound like a stupid question. You bit your lip, deciding to take a huge gamble. ‘All in on red’, you slowly rested your palms on hunched shoulders.

Tenna flinched again, but you deliberately ignored it. Couldn't have him jostling around when you were literally digging inside his head. Not that you weren't sympathetic, but your task would be borderline impossible if he was touch averse.

“It's okay, I'll be gentle.” You gradually pressed the balls of your thumbs into the fabric between his shoulders, rubbing firm circles as your fingers similarly kneaded beside his clavicle.

It felt... Normal? Every inch of this unusual TV-headed figure was covered, yet there was a definite muscle-bone structure beneath that suit.

“But I'll need you to tell me if I've touched anything I shouldn't, or if it starts to hurt.” So much more of a mess back there than you expected; your memory was hardly photographic, but you'd long ago committed television layout to memory. That didn’t mean you weren’t still a little nervous as your hand returned to the back of Tenna’s head.

With neither a manual, camera, nor informant to describe in perfect detail, you were loathe to unhook more than one cable at a time.

Fingers drifted across tangled wires, ‘seeing’ their paths more through touch than by sight. Nothing was labeled - unsurprising - but several of the ports were as familiar to you as family. Perhaps they even were by now.

You gently tapped one such recognizable outlet. “I think I found our culprit. Is this one okay to unplug?”

Tenna shuddered, stifling a groan. “Yes...”

Though the jack matched perfectly, as if made for each other, it wasn't seated correctly. It came loose with a slight wiggle, and the man whimpered.

You grimaced; this had to be highly uncomfortable for him. “Looks like it's visual output.” You tried to peer around and check his screen but he was too large, and you didn't want to lean on him any more than you already were. His screen’s glow had dimmed, but the glitching was definitely hardware based, not something a reboot could fix.

What did ‘reboot’ mean, in this guy's context?

Tracing the offending port’s outline, you wished you had a penlight on you. “It wasn't mounted correctly; I'm going to take a closer look.” You waited for a response. Oh God, what if you broke him? “Um, Mr. Tenna, sir?” Over-the-top professionalism had yet to fail you.

“Mmm?”

Okay. Not dead. Dazed still wasn't a good sign. You placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on the top of his casing, plotting the erratic motion of the antennae, and squinted.

Aha, there you are, you naughty little thing.

“Brace yourself.” You angled your finger inside the socket and pried at the bent pin until it looked no different from its fellows. Forcing yourself to ignore the sudden gasp, you slotted the plug back in and traced around the connector, checking for any gap. “There! That oughta do it!” Another job well done.

“Oh.” For someone so opposed to your having been there in the first place, he sure sounded pretty disappointed.

You hopped down from the desk and dusted off your hands, more out of habit than anything; there hadn’t been a mote of dust on those jumbled cords. “Well?” The chair still hadn’t spun back around, and didn’t move when you walked around to face its occupant.

His hands were clenching the fabric of his pants, sure to leave horrendous wrinkles, and shaking slightly.

“Are...” you dragged the word out, concern growing, “Are you alright, Mr. Tenna?”

He wasn’t looking up, a vivid red tint to his screen. “I. Um.”

You really hoped it wasn’t a display error. Probably just being embarrassed at having needed help, nothing out of the ordinary there.

“I’m f-fine.”

You don’t sound ‘fine’.

He cleared his throat... somehow. Maybe there’s a manual in his desk.

“Yes! Fine! Never better! Commercial break’s almost over, gotta go!” Shooting to his feet, Tenna stumbled toward the door. “I’ll-tell-Ramb-to-send-you-back-to-the-Light-World-bye!” And just like that, he was gone.

The hell was that about? You didn’t feel like standing alone in the gargantuan empty office

It was finally your turn to head to the hallway, wondering where to start exploring. This hallucination - or illusion, or fantasy, whatever it exactly was - had so much detail that you wondered what else it had in store for you.

Just one step out the door and the lights flicked out, leaving you in total darkness, sputtering back to life to illuminate your cluttered living room.

You’d- A TV had literally just asked you to fix it. And not like those stupid new fancy ‘smart appliance’ gimmicks. The marks on your arm from your attempts to pinch yourself awake made for a compelling argument that no, the previous night hour had not been a dream.

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“Um, Mr. Ant Tenna?”

Though he had no eyes, you’d been working with - well, technically ‘on’ - him for long enough to get a pretty good feel for where the entertainer was looking. And right now...

Nothing.

Some people might’ve resorted to a bit of ‘percussive maintenance’ - just because older models were way more durable than the new fancy wastes of silicon, it was still a good way of breaking something delicate inside - but smacking somebody upside the head was generally a pretty bad idea. You could fix busted electronics easily enough, but the guy clearly needed a therapist right now, not an unorthodox doctor.

Giving it exactly zero thought, you stood up and stepped around the table to flop roughly down on the sofa next to the much-larger figure, somehow managing not to spill a drop of your drink on him. “Warranties are a scam anyway, that’s what I tell anyone who’s concerned enough to ask. As long as you take proper care of it, the classics never get old.” That actually reminded you...

“Back in the ‘Light World’, I’d seen a set as nice as yours this one time, I think the owner did carpentry or something? Had it mounted in this detailed cabinet, said it was mahogany, with a super elaborate sound system.” You idly played with the loosened tie spilling across his chest, wondering what material it was made out of. “Funny, I can’t remember a damned thing about the client, come to think of it, just how nice of a setup they had...” Your voice trailed off, sneaking a peek at Tenna’s face. His expression had unfrozen back to neutral, and the display had started to brighten. Definitely a sign to keep going.

“That’s what makes a successful game show, someone who stands out from the crowd, who’s memorable.” You gave the yellow tie, now wrapped around your fingers, a light tug. “The host being total eye candy certainly doesn’t hurt.” Okay, maybe that was crossing a line. He wasn’t your boss, because this was just a profitable hobby, but he was still paying you and client-repairman was only a few steps up from being a total stranger.

“Uh, really sorry about that.” A blush rose on your cheeks, only mostly from embarrassment; you’d just realized you were practically in his lap.

Your drink finally spilled, falling over the moment you practically threw it onto the coffee table in your scramble to get back to your chair, or perhaps out the door in shame.

Sofa springs and frame creaked, an unnatural sound reaching your ears. “W̗͈ͨ͡͡A͖̘̽́͘Iͬ͜͏̥T̖̋̆͘͞.ͯͭ͟͏̩” The noise made you freeze, some primal instinct firing off deep within, resonating from back when humans had yet to reach top of the food chain.

You stood up all the way before turning just in time to see a broad outstretched hand curl into a tight fist, trembling slightly before falling limply to his side.

“You’re drunk.” Tenna’s head leaned so far over the sofa’s back you could barely see his face. What you could see, however, was the heat haze emitted from his vents with that derisive scoff. “You’re just saying that.”

Blinking, own head tilted slightly, you mulled over the sudden shift in mood. These beings, these ‘Darkners’, they weren’t human, definitely not physically. But they were still very much people, each an individual with their own hopes and fears, wants and needs, joys and sorrows.

You sat back down with a carefree shrug, pretending as though it wasn’t a big deal and that you definitely hadn’t heard the panic and desperation in Tenna’s staticky plea. The fabric under your crossed leg made a soft ‘shff’ sound, sinking deeper as the television gradually shrunk at the sofa's far end. “Not as much as you are. ‘Sides, it’s true.”

“I know what you do in the Light World,” he snapped, still refusing to look at you, “Your job-”

“Hobby,” you correct him firmly, nudging the side of his leg with an outstretched foot. “It’s a hobby that I do for fun. Ramb can’t even pay me in Light World currency; I only take his calls because I like seeing your shows and all the backstage magic that goes into broadcasting them.”

He heard you, but was refusing to either look your way or listen. “‘Hobby’. I guess that makes it all fine and dandy, doesn’t it?” It wasn’t a tone you’d heard before, not from him. Bitter. Resentful, even. This made you more than a little annoyed, realizing it must be one of the performer’s famous ‘moods’ you’d heard so much about, though some had gone so far as to impolitely use the term ‘tantrum’.

Navigating emotionally-charged social interactions was not your strong suit, but such a petulant outburst seemed like it would fit a diva straight out of Hollywood rather than this Darkner. Tenna continued in a voice almost as black as the Fountain propping up this section of the world. “You think it’s ‘fun’ to visit other Lightners’ houses, ogling all their newer possessions while you deign to keep the older ones on l̩̄͟ḯ͏͇f̵͙ͨę̭̔ ̠̄͝s͈̒̀ṷ̢͖̌͒̀p̦̽͝p̲̎͞o̶̪ͪr̸̂ͅẗ̡̗́?” Again, your brain struggled with the alien-sounding words, narrowing down the possibilities from context.

Ohh boy. You’d just stepped into one hell of a minefield. And, from what you’d begun to figure out of this world’s Rules, it could very literally become just such a hazard.

From what you’d seen, Darkners were very much aware and accepting of the fact they were metaphysical representations of objects in your world, in your layer of reality. Somehow, that made it even harder to reconcile their oxymoronic bilocation: the same entity, in two places at once, a household appliance there, a sapient being with personhood here. You didn’t know where Tenna’s reflection back home was, and it really honestly didn’t matter to you.

“I can’t exactly hold a conversation with them like I can you. It’d be one-sided to the extreme, and I already risk people thinking I’m ‘weird’.”

“All it would take is just one Fountain of Darkness in the area and you won't have that problem anymore! You can move on to someone more relevant, one of those ‘Livestream’ Darkners I’ve heard so much about, no more of those outdated reruns I’ve been forced to air.”

You didn't think it would be helpful to correct Tenna that you had no idea how Dark Fountains were created, nor had you met anyone who'd heard of such a thing. Not that you'd been asking around or anything, that would also flag you as weird. “That would be some completely different Darkner, right?” Oh hell, you hoped so, being wrong might cause him to spiral further. Another ‘Tenna’ still wouldn’t be the ‘Tenna’ you knew. The very notion that he could be supplanted, just like that, was utterly laughable!

“So? They’re newer. Flashier.” You could almost see his Volume level ticking down. “...not glooby.”

“They don’t interest me, though. Never have. They’re pieces of garbage; why do you think I’ve had so many people requesting my services if they could just buy some shiny new toy?” You dared to slide a little closer, taking note of the single antenna twitching in your direction. At least he’d stopped changing size. “Overpriced plastic bricks, designed to break in less than a year just so people have to keep buying new ones, shelling out the big bucks. People missing ‘the old days’ aren’t just emotionally nostalgic. Devices from your era-” You were close enough now to poke him in the side. Which you of course had to do, because why not. “-didn’t break unless someone beat the crap out of it, or it had a factory defect.” One more little scoot and you could reach his face. Poking time!

“And you-” You’d fielded many complaints about a ‘broken’ set, making the owner’s skin tingle when they leaned in too close. Most didn’t believe you after you informed them that meant it was working correctly. That familiar and comforting buzz greeted you now, pushing your index finger against the large screen and smirking. Its texture was unusual, somewhere between smooth glass and malleable flesh.

“-are not-” Poke.

“-defective!” You kept prodding the screen, demanding a response in the most annoying fashion you knew.

His arm snapped around, grabbing onto your wrist and locking it in place.

Fortunately, you had a second arm and waggled all your fingers directly in front of Tenna’s face. “I’m not gonna stop until I hear you say it.” He’d have to sit up and and make direct - well, not ‘eye contact’, but close enough - or else you’d find out how sensitive that screen really was. “Say it,” you said firmly. “Say ‘I am not defective’.” Adding in a much more lighthearted tone, “I swear I’m going to tickle you if you don’t.”

His antennae drooped in what appeared to be resignation this time, muttering so quietly you could barely make out any words over the residual static.

“Your volume buttons are right there.” Also within poking distance. They looked like they’d make a satisfying ‘click’, too. Okay, now you absolutely needed to try! Your index finger extended, tracing slow circles in the air, wondering how much it would take to make him crack.

“I said, ‘I’m not defective’!” Not letting go of your wrist, Tenna bolted upright and away from your threatening hand, antenna rigidly twitching in panic. “Mike, replay that clip!”

Old habits sure did die hard. You could only grin cheekily. “And I'd know! ‘Hobby for fun’, remember?”

He glanced down at where an immaculately-white uniformed glove encircled not just your wrist but most of your forearm, screen tinting faintly pink in embarrassment. Movements jerky, clearly not sure how to react to your authoritative - you were an expert, after all - claim, Tenna loosened one finger at a time, pulling his arm away jerkily, as if not knowing what to do with his limbs, and draped it awkwardly over the back of the sofa.

You pressed your advantage, sliding over so your legs were almost - but not quite - touching. What you weren't expecting was to slip those last few inches down the divot the much larger TV host left in the cushion with a nervous cough and blush of your own.

“So, ah.” He was doing that thing, it always annoyed you to see on someone, where they were pointedly not looking at you but still trying to. “Y-you...” Tenna gulped nervously.

You knew what he was going to ask, and completely understood that he was almost too afraid of your answer to speak at all. You waited, giving what you hoped was a pleasant expression with reassuringly raised eyebrows.

“Meant... it?” So much doubt. A ray of fear. Small cracks of hope.

“Ding ding ding, we have ourselves a winner!” You beamed, trying your hardest to mimic your- The thought ground to a halt with cartoonishly squealing tires. Could you really call this man - who believed not entirely inaccurately that he was just an old television, existing for the sole purpose of being used by humans for entertainment - a friend? Knee-jerk reactions tended to be the most indicative of one’s true feelings.

Yes.

Tenna was your friend.

Friends looked out for each other.

You didn’t like seeing a friend upset, and this was kind of technically your fault. ACTions seemed to have a stronger effect than words. You flopped backwards, tucking yourself under his outstretched arm like you belonged there.

“Yeah! Who wouldn’t? I mean, sure-” you gave a judgemental one-shoulder shrug, “some people have preferences, but I can’t see why anyone would think otherwise.” You didn’t want to lay it on too thick, lest the honest truth become unbelievable. “And you’re you. You’ve got so much energy on stage; people tend to like other people who really love what they do.”

Flirting was definitely unprofessional conduct... the man still wasn’t your boss, or coworker, or whatever, so no harm done.

What time was it? Had to be after midnight by this point. You made to stand up but he lurched forward, desperately wrapping his arms around you. “Don’t go!” Tenna pleaded.

“It’s late. Like really, really late.” You could hear your bed calling your name.

“Don't go,” he repeated in a tiny voice.

“I don't belong here,” you reminded him, trying to drip reassurance into your words. It didn't quite succeed, Tenna's grip tightening with a short burst of white noise, so you worked your arm hand up to gently stroke his casing. “But I'm not going to leave you; nothing will stop me from showing up at your studio every off day I get.”

Though you didn't add the words ‘I promise’ - far too cheesy for a raw moment like this - you'd never meant anything more seriously in your entire life. It was a vow, a personal oath sworn to your own self.

“I am gonna go get you some water, don’t want any stage hands seeing you super hungover tomorrow.” It was for the same reason you hadn’t offered to walk him home.

Appearances.

Tenna cared so much about he was perceived, his ‘viewers’ weren’t limited to people tuned into his shows. You weren’t sure why you were excluded from the crowd of surface admirers, but you had a few theories. First of all, you weren’t a Darkner, so you couldn’t spread gossip about the studio. Admitting to not watching TV much should have been a major strike against your character, but your passion for old electronics - you really loved what you did - seemed to make up for this massive lapse in judgement. And you did legitimately like him, though you could never tell how noticeable your affections were.

You were ‘safe vulnerable’, or at least safe enough for a drunken confession, and couldn’t affect the ‘Fun Meter’ Tenna was so stressed over.

He was fast asleep when you came back with an armful of bottled water, the DVD logo slowly bouncing across a black screen. You stifled a snicker and tried not to watch; the longer it went without hitting the corner, the more frustrated you’d get.

It looked like you’d be spending the night; saying you weren’t going to leave and then not being there when he woke up... Untrustworthy. A fraud. A liar.

Not like you had anything better to do tomorrow, or at all. You set your accumulated hydration down slowly, and carefully curled up against the opposite arm of the sofa.

I've got my own ideas for how someone could enter a Fountain's area that wasn't spawned at their location. No idea where I'm going with this, so strap yourselves in, fellow Light Nerds! With thanks to @2000sangel, who was kind enough to give me some feedback. Credit also to insectatlas and their awesome Tennacord server.

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