#pro tip this is how you get a quick & easy block from me

[lokiiied]

weird fucking reblog but okay lol.

[takingchences]

ultraviolet pt. 9 - BAKUGOU

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: mature language

series masterlist + face claim

After the attack, U.A gave the students the following two days off to rest and recover from their traumatic ordeal. Their first day back, Sana was horrified by the state of their homeroom teacher. Mr. Aizawa was wrapped head to toe in gauze, his eyes mere slits, with both of his arms in casts.

He looks like a freshly dead mummy.

She applauded his badassery and dedication, but after hearing from the others how serious his injuries were, she'd assumed (like a normal person) that the Pro Hero would at least be on bed leave for a few days. Considering how sleep deprived he seemed all the time, she thought he'd be thrilled. Apparently not.

He reminded them that the world famous U.A Sports Festival was drawing closer, and after recent events, all eyes would be on them. But no pressure, right? She balanced her chin on her fist.

Classes resumed like normal, as though USJ never happened. It wasn't until the final bell rang that things got, well, strange. Students from all grades and classes swarmed their classroom door, blocking them in.

Shinso made a dramatic appearance, where he proceeded to declare war on their class and challenge the entire Hero Course for a spot. He'd made his intentions of joining the hero course clear very early into their friendship.

From how her classmates had described the entrance exam, people with quirks like Shinso's were doomed from the start. He never stood a chance making it into the Hero Course... until now.

He was determined to get noticed this time around, and Sana was willing to help him reach his goal however she could. She gave him tips to improve his training regimen and offered to spar with him whenever he wanted. The two had lunch together at his usual spot two or three times a week, and spent the majority of it exchanging memes and gushing over cute cat videos. Shinso was funny in a dry, sarcastic way that she appreciated. He was easy to talk to, and his laid back attitude put her at ease.

He wasn't ready to join her at her table just yet, but she always kept a seat open just in case.

After finishing her homework, showering, and eating dinner, Sana set her grand plan in motion. Stretching out across her bed on her stomach, with her phone in one hand and a piece of paper in the other, she started typing.

Sent 8:03pm

Hey hotshot

Sent 8:06pm

The fuck

Sent 8:08pm

How the fuck did you get this number

Sent 8:09pm

I'm surprised you're still awake. You walk around like a grumpy old man with arthritic knees so I figured you'd be in bed by six

Sent 8:09pm

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS

Sent 8:10pm

If I told you I'd have to kill you

Sent 8:11

I'd kill you first

Sent 8:12pm

Good luck with that considering you have no idea who I am

Sent 8:13pm

Fuck you

Sent 8:13pm

How the hell did you get my number

Sent 8:15pm

I gave Midoriya an offer he couldn't refuse

Sent 8:16pm

FUCKING DEKU! ILL EXPLODE HIS ASS

Sent 8:16pm

That's kinky

Sana smirked down at the screen as the message bubbles danced, anticipating his reply. She giggled quietly to herself, picturing him stomping around his room throwing a fit. She could practically hear his demonic screeching through the device.

Irritating Bakugou brought her a special type of joy. The only other experiences that could compare were rebelling against her father, or cracking Shoto's mask of indifference. The ability to provoke such intense emotions in someone was addictive.

It took a few minutes for the boy to respond.

Sent 8:21pm

I'm losing fucking brain cells talking to you

Sent 8:21pm

Well I know you only have so many to spare so I'll make this quick

Sent 8:21pm

Train with me

Sent 8:23pm

The fuck

Sent 8:25pm

You know that's not technically a question right?

Sent 8:26pm

Meet me at Yoshida Park at 10:00am

Sent 8:26pm

Fuck off

Sent 8:27pm

You're right. What could you possibly teach me? I'd be better off asking Midoriya

Sent 8:27pm

YOUR ASS BETTER NOT BE LATE OR ILL FUCKING STRANGLE YOU

Sent 8:28pm

Another kink? I'm learning a lot about you Bakugou

Sent 8:29pm

FUCK OFF

Sent 8:31pm

Lmao

Sent 8:31pm

Good night hotshot

The blonde tossed his phone across the room, screaming curses at the unknown number.

"Shut up, ya damn brat!" His mother's loud voice scolded him from downstairs. "Isn't it past your bedtime?!"

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Bakugou walked with purpose towards Yoshida Park. He was familiar with it, having spent most of his childhood exploring the grounds with his followers. It was a short walk, but he'd had all night to plan. The unknown number had disrupted his sleep schedule after all.

First, he'd go to the park and murder whatever extra had been unlucky enough to mess with him. Then, on his way back, he'd pay Midoriya a special visit.

He had a list of suspects he'd been going back and forth on. First on the list was Shitty Hair, but Bakugou quickly realized it couldn't have been the spiky-haired boy. The redhead was putting in a lot of effort to befriend him—even more so after their team up during USJ—but the boy was far too shy. Second and third on his list were Dunce Face and Scotch Tape. They shared one brain cell between them, and both were confident enough to say such provocative things, but not so dumb that they'd ask to meet him face to face afterwards.

They had to know it would only end in bloodshed... theirs to be exact.

That left Raccoon Eyes or Flashlight. He hadn't interacted much with the pink-skinned girl, only in group settings, and even then, she'd barely stop to acknowledge him before getting into shit with Dunce Face or her "wifey."

One by one he marked names off until only one dumbass remained.

He stopped at the entrance of the park, spotting said girl leaning against a tree. Thick lashes fanned out across her cheekbones, her arms loosely crossed. A red and white gym bag was slung over her shoulder. She wore black leggings paired with a cherry red sports jacket, her hair held back by her signature ribbon. Bakugou himself sported his usual baggy black sweatpants and low cut black tank.

Her eyes fluttered open, the jewel-like irises sparkling in the morning sun. "Right on time." She pushed off of the tree. "Have you stretched?"

"I'm not here to train." He glowered down at her, their faces inches apart. Sana's expression remained neutral, but her amusement was obvious in the curve of her lips. "I'm here to kick your ass-"

"Again with the ass thing," Sana tutted, shaking her head in disapproval. "Is that all you can think about?"

"Shut the fu-"

"Language, asshole." she hissed, smacking his arm as a family of four walked by them. Sana gave him a coy smile. "There are children present."

Bakugou was seconds away from blowing a fuse, crackling sounds filling the air as his palms smoked. "Come on," she slid her hand down his arm with a soft, feather-like touch to grab his wrist. "Let's get started."

Bakugou muttered threats and curses under his breath, but continued to follow her to a secluded area with a dense tree line. A few feet ahead, the trees parted to reveal a decent sized clearing.

"How did you get that damn nerd to give you my number?" The blonde grumbled, ripping his arm from her grip.

"Oh, that?" She shrugged. "I bribed him with a limited edition All Might collectible." She remembered how flushed the greenette became after she cornered him after class the other day. He'd been a sweaty, stuttering mess until she'd unzipped her backpack and shown him what she'd hidden inside. Seeing Bakugou's pissed off face now, it was definitely worth all the yen.

"... which one."

Sana blinked. His gruff voice was so quiet that she nearly didn't catch the words. The boisterous blonde she'd come to know was now scowling passionately at a tree, but his mouth was... is he pouting?!

Her lips split into a chesshire grin. "My, my. Is the mighty Bakugou secretly a fanboy?"

His brows furrowed even further at the teasing. "Do you ever shut the hell up?" His hair seemed to puff up even more in anger. Cute. "I'm nothing like that nerd!"

"Aren't you the nerdy one, though?" Sana tapped her chin with her pointer finger, eyes rolled upwards as she pretended to think. "I'm pretty sure you scored higher than him on last week's test."

She smirked in delight as Bakugou's body began to vibrate in anger, his nostrils flaring.

She stretched her body, warming up her muscles in preparation for what was probably going to be one of the hardest training sessions of her life. Bakugou wasn't the type to do anything without giving it his all. It was as admirable as it was daunting. She rolled her shoulders back, her neck popping with a satisfying crack. "Ready?"

The blonde smirked, his hands sparking to life. "I'm gonna enjoy this."

Fighting Bakugou proved to be even more of a challenge than she'd anticipated. He was strong and fast, every movement well thought out and well executed. He was also relentless, refusing to give her any time to recover or even think. It was purely instinctive, forcing her to rely on her reflexes. She was suddenly grateful for the decade of combat training Endeavor had instilled in every fiber of her being.

It was different, to say the least.

She was so used to going up against Shoto. Back when they were still talking, she'd been able to anticipate his movements with one look. Maybe that was part of the problem. Were they so intune with each other that there was no longer room for improvement? Had they reached a point in their training where they were unable to learn from each other going forward?

Sana groaned, returning to the problem at hand. She threw the blonde a dirty look for the particularly hard kick he'd just delivered to her side. He huffed a laugh, his lips parted in a crooked smile. "Not so cocky now, huh?"

"That's funny coming from you." She lunged, finally landing a hit to his jaw. They'd been at it for hours now, and Bakugou showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. There was no way he wasn't as exhausted as she was, but she knew he'd rather die than admit to such a thing. As if being human was equivalent to him being weak.

After another half hour of this, she finally gave up.

"Okay, okay." Sana backed away, holding her palms up in surrender. He stopped mid punch, his eyes narrowed. "Let's take a break."

He clicked his tongue, watching as she approached the gym bag she'd abandoned in the shade, walking back to him and dropping it at his feet. The pastel teen crouched to unzip the bag, removing two towels, some protein bars, and two water bottles. He caught the towel she tossed him with ease, swiping the fabric across his face and jaw. She plopped down on the ground, motioning for him to do the same. With an annoyed grunt, he complied, snatching the water and snack out of her hands.

She shook her head in amusement, knowing he wasn't nearly as frustrated as he pretended to be. "So dramatic," she muttered under her breath.

Surprisingly, the silence between them wasn't uncomfortable. It was actually pretty nice. She could hear the small sounds of nature around them: the low buzz of insects and the soft rustling of tree branches above their heads. It was something she'd never associated with Bakugou before...

Peaceful.

After practically inhaling their protein bars, the two teens laid down on their backs in the grass. The sky had darkened to a dark blue, a few stars already visible.

Sana turned her head to peek at the boy next to her. Both of their chests were heaving lightly, their skin dewy with sweat. He had his arms folded behind his head with his eyes closed. As if feeling her gaze, he cracked one eye open and grimaced.

"What're you staring at?" Even in the limited light, she could've sworn his cheeks were now dusted in a rosy hue.

"Nothing," she averted her gaze, her own face burning under his scrutiny. "It's just... I'm glad you stayed." Sana admitted softly. Never in her life had she felt so bashful. It took everything in her not to squirm uncomfortably as she waited for him to say something. Anything. Bakugou scoffed, his eyes hooded as he watched the sky slowly darken. Sana joined him in stargazing. After a few minutes, the blonde cleared his throat.

"I guess it wasn't a complete waste of time."

Sana snickered. "That was really hard for you to admit, wasn't it?" A tch was his only response, but in the limited light, it almost looked like he was smiling.

They stayed like that until the sky glittered with stars, like diamonds against midnight velvet. The two teens climbed to their feet, dusting dirt and grass off of their clothes. Sana called out just as Bakugou made to leave.

"Wait." The blonde turned to glance over his shoulder. The solar-powered girl riffled through her gym bag before pulling out a medium-sized package. "Here," she held it out for him to take. Bakugou removed his hand from his pocket and took the box. Flipping it around, his eyes widened. His jaw loosened in shock.

"The hell...?"

Sana rubbed her neck, avoiding looking directly at the blonde. "I figured I owed you for coming down here." She peeked at him from beneath her lashes. "You don't have that one, right?"

Bakugou clutched the box containing the limited edition Silver Age All Might figurine tightly. He remembered demanding his parents for one as a child. How they'd waited in line outside the store for hours, only for the shelves to be completely empty once they made it inside. How every store they went to was the same: the toy having sold out nationwide just hours after being released.

But here one was, after a decade of searching, in perfect condition... right in the palm of his hand.

"Bakugou?"

He slowly lifted his head, vermillion eyes clashing with dark pink. A million questions raced through his mind. How had she known?

Sana bit her lip to contain her giddiness. She inched closer to him until there was hardly any space left between them. She inhaled the sweet scent of caramel and cologne that always clung to him. "Your number isn't the only thing Midoriya told me," she lifted herself on the balls of her feet, her breath hitting his cheek. "Katsuki."

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They met up the next day, and the day after, until it became almost routine for them. They'd meet at Yoshida Park, or make the trip together straight after school if neither had plans. It came as a surprise to them both how well they got along when no one else was around. Sure, they still had the occasional spat, but it was mostly playful bickering and teasing to rile the other up. They both had a dark sense of humor, an almost unhealthy competitive streak, and a punch first, ask questions later approach to situations.

One afternoon, Bakugou had to leave earlier than usual. He'd grumbled something about 'dinner with the old hag' before storming off. Sana figured his grandparents were in town or something and decided to take off early too.

She texted Mina, asking her if she was free to hang out. The pinkette responded to her message at lightning speed, sending her the address of a cute new bakery she'd been dying to try. The walk took fifteen minutes or so. She spotted Mina waiting outside, the pink-skinned girl squealing as soon she noticed her. They shared a hug before entering the shop, quickly ordering drinks and a few desserts to share. Mina led her over to a table by the window, her hands clasped under her chin.

"So," she narrowed her black and yellow eyes suspiciously. "Where's your shadow?"

"My what?" Sana leaned forward. Mina followed suit, lowering her voice as if her next words were top secret.

"Bakugou, duh."

"What?" Sana fell back in her chair with a laugh.

Mina waved her hand around dismissively. "You know what I mean. Wherever you are, he's bound to show up sooner or later." The waiter appeared with their order, interrupting the energetic girl before she could go on.

Sana reflected on her friend's words as she sipped on her bubble tea. It was true that Bakugou always seemed to be around whenever she needed help. He'd helped her during the stampede in the halls, as well as telling off that reporter for her. He'd been by her side before the class was separated by the warp villain. While she'd been recovering after the USJ attack, Shoto had briefly mentioned something about her helping Bakugou, though she didn't remember much. The blonde hadn't said a word to her about it, and she'd been too preoccupied with not thinking about USJ.

"I guess I..." she answered softly. "I hadn't noticed."

Mina paused mid-sentence, having already moved onto another topic. Some third year gossip she'd heard from Hagakure, who'd overheard some upperclassman whispering about it during break. She'd noticed how her friend had been pushing herself harder since the villain attack. How busy she was with training. Mina hadn't been there with her when she was attacked, but she'd seen the damage inflicted on the villains. Afterwards, Kirishima mentioned how strange Sana had acted right before the teachers' arrival.

"You'd tell me, right?" Mina pressed, her pretty face troubled. "If something was wrong?"

It was odd hearing the bright, cheerful girl suddenly sound so serious. It didn't fit her character at all. Sana forced a radiant smile, wanting any doubts about her or their friendship to disappear. She trusted Mina, she really did, but she didn't want to burden her with her problems, especially when she was still trying to figure them out herself.

"Of course," Sana assured her. "We're best friends after all."

A scarred, yet handsome face came to mind. She wondered if it was normal for best friends to hide things from each other. In Recovery Girl's office, Shoto had implied that she'd betrayed him in some way. If only she knew what the hell he was talking about.

[fluffypotatey]

any tips and tricks for getting into the writing zone?

ok so i have 2 methods and they depend on what i'm writing on: story writing and essay writing (waring: this is a mini-ramble)

with essay writing,

get mad, get super fucking mad, write that shit with spite flowing in your veins. even when i'm writing essays and stories i enjoy, i drag my feet.

i whine and complain like a toddler in my head because despite this topic being one i enjoy, putting my excited tones and rambling into coherent words always tends to feel like i'm butchering that (which is why academic papers should simply let me swear in them and use the 1st pov bc it is sO easy and my thoughts flow a lot better but noooOOOOoooooOOOOOooooo, i have to be formal and proper and-)

also, outlining. fucking godsend with essays. it's why a lot of my longer essays have headings bc i use them to outline and keep my thought on one line of thought bc i have a rambling issue (which is then easily solved with parentheses, my beloved)

with story writing (notice how this is basically a heading? good job! you've found my mini outline for this reply! have a cookie 🍪)

i find that jotting down that scene that is nagging at your brain immediately is super helpful. and do it even if you're now writing out of order. pro-tip: writing out of order is THE best, endorphins be going crazy bc you're actually not fighting with your brain with the story but writing alongside your brain-map.

personally, i find it very difficult outlining a story (how contrary) because sometimes my mind changes ideas or switches the order of scenes, and it is exhausting trying to keep up with all of that in your outline. but i guess, my "outline" with stories is simply me jotting down a very quick summary of the plot that invaded my mind in one document, never touching it again, but staying true to it because i wrote it down. therefore, it exists no longer in the recesses of mind but it a physical statement/promise to complete.

also (this advice goes for both story and essays) it is ok to take a break, step back, and not look at your writing for some hours, days, weeks, months, years--fucking whenever.

my midterm essay? a fucking nightmare. loved the topic, would write something similar about it for fun, but the reason it took me so long to complete (and why i dragged my feet) was because of the "short" timeline i had to complete it. i felt like i was on a time crunch and that led to me procrastinating, stressing over it, and taking my grand old time researching for it. however, when i was able to work on it? i allowed myself to simply do as much as i could. if i was unable to look at that stupid document, i didn't look at it. if my mind had a really good thought or example for the topic rotating in my head? immediate sit down and get that thought onto the paper. it must exist.

i have fics sitting in my folders that have been unfinished in so long, but i still consider them as wips because (and here’s another subpart-advice) i tend to work on them when i am unable to touch my current work. to be frank, working on something else helps keep you in the writing zone even if you cannot stand to look at the blank/unfinished work you wanted to complete originally. when i was incapable of writing for the Monkie Destiny Challenge, i switched to working on writing and editing my teen wolf fic (a fic i had not looked at since July) because while i still had that itch to write, something was blocking me from completing the prompts. and when i switched fics, getting into the zone was a lot easier.

so, to recap:

when jumpstarting the writing zone for writing an essay, you get passionate (can be read as mad/spiteful), and outline your thought process of the essay with headings to keep the writing flow flowing (the headings do not need to stay in the final product but they are good to have in the draft) .

when jumpstarting story writing, write! that! shit! down!!!! chronological order doesn't mean shit when you're in the planning/writing phase. your readers don't have to know that you wrote/planned a character's death before writing/planning out the beginning. they just read it in the order you publish it in!

to keep the writing zone stable and in working condition, TAKE THOSE BREAKS BOO! who cares about your personal deadlines???? if you feel exhausted before opening up a doc, then take that break, babygirl. again, your reader(s) will not need to know (nor do they need to know) how long it took you to get your writing piece done. hell, if you still feel the itch to write but the thing you wanna do is not working, then work on something else you haven't touched in a while because that itch WILL get its scratch somewhere, so help me god.

so yeah, i hope this was helpful, anon (and coherent jfc there better not be a plethora of typos T^T). happy writing, and may your weekend be a healthy dose of eventful!

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

With all the recent VOD asks - and as an interested person in the topic of archiving - how many old VODs have you managed to find? And do you have any tips for finding downloads / archives?

It varies a lot per streamer.

You’ll find a few specific ones on archive (and usually pretty important ones! That’s where I found Karl’s November 16 vod and I think Niki’s birthday party might be there iirc?) 

Maybe I’ll make a proper guide post at some point on how to find ‘em with recommendations for channels, but for now I’ll just make a way-too-long answer to this ask and dump this here for the time being, since I know every time I say “I’ll make a proper post” I never get around to it lol

Okay. So.

You can usually find vods spread out on YouTube over multiple different archive channels. Some, like Fundy and Badboyhalo, have extremely well-organized and thorough unofficial archive channels that have everything laid out super easily. 

Pro tip! Don’t search “Fundy VODs” on YouTube because that will only get you to Fundy’s official channel, which -- no offense to Fundy -- is...lacking...

Instead, search “Fundy stream archive” and you’ll find the comprehensive unofficial channel. Fundy stream archive my beloved -- it has everything. 

It’s a bit of an unfortunate and ironic situation whenever a streamer’s official VODs channel accidentally makes the more extensive unofficial ones harder to find :’)

Others, like Jack Manifold and Tubbo, are more difficult to locate since there aren’t really any single-streamer archive channels that are super extensive (though recently, a new JM one has popped up, so if that one continues it could be a good resource -- it just doesn’t have a lot yet)

(Also I swear if I get ONE more person coming to me because of this post saying that Tubbo has a VODs channel I’m gonna punch a wall /lh)

(I love you all and I know you mean well but akj;ldfshgslka;as;fjkldghtubbopleasegetapropervodschanneliswear)

The Karl Jacobs VOD playlist is now unlisted for whatever reason but still accessible as long as you have a link! (pssst...just gonna slide it here real quick)

Tommy’s first-day Dream SMP VOD got privated for some reason. I luckily had a copy downloaded so I tried uploading it to YT, but it got blocked worldwide :/ So not entirely sure what to do about that. I’ve still got the file at least?

Tommy’s VODs channel is amazing, though, and including the first day VOD I can only think of a couple other VODs that have gone missing due to specific reasons, so you can find Tommy’s POV extremely easily. Same with Quackity, Awesamdude’s VODs channel is great too.

Phil and Techno are both A-ok in the archive game. Techno’s got a playlist that’s easy to find, and Phil's got archives of all his VODs directly on Twitch. No problem finding any of theirs.

Antfrost and Puffy are the only two that I’ve really run into problems finding. A helpful anon let me know that thankfully, Antfrost’s bathwater lore stream VOD is available on archive and it looks like a few others are on there too. More recently I’ve found people who are archiving Puffy’s VODs (thank goodness), but I made sure to start trying to preserve Puffy’s VODs and Ant’s Eggpire lore streams myself from January 14 onwards. I’m not the best at it so the VODs are kinda scuffed, but it’s better than nothing and I’m trying to figure out a good system. They’re currently unlisted rn but if you need a stream link, just lmk

I believe Flypaw? has a bunch of Eret’s old VODs saved, but not sure if they’ve been able to upload them anywhere

Other than that, Eret, Tubbo, and Jack Manifold’s August VODs are pretty much Void Zone unfortunately. I put together one of Eret’s VODs from clips alone and got around an hour of footage recovered, but piecing everything together is extremely time consuming and I haven’t done it for any others since :/

(Tubbo literally put a six-minute clip of one of the most important Disc War VODs from August on his VODs channel but not the actual full thing...

Tubbo...Tubbo why...causing me nothing but Pain :’)

As long as you have the date located, though, you can usually search up the date with the streamer on youtube and find that specific VOD, if it’s not one of the Void Zones. The hardest part is just knowing what date to search for tbh, since stream titles can be kinda vague sometimes.

Which is where the fanbase comes in!

Not just recaps or word-of-mouth, even livetweets on Twitter can help you figure out the specific date that something happened.

Hope this helped some? This is a mess of a post, I’m so so sorry, I just kinda spit this out out of nowhere huh

Anyways, this goes for everyone -- by all means, send me asks n stuff about VODs! I might not be able to find everything or respond to every one, but there’s not really an easy system for finding this stuff, so I don’t mind doing a bit of searching for you all! 

(PS: if anyone knows where you can find Sapnap’s storytime stream, because it’s gone missing yet again...I would be so very grateful)

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Creed Imagine:

There is a sex tape with Adonis and his girl released to the internet.

Warnings: Smut.

This will most likely end up being two parts because I’m trying to shorten my imagines so that I don’t burn myself out. This is the first Adonis Creed imagine that I have done in a long while. This was a request from my girl @therealmrsmbjordan​

Adonis Creed’s ex-girlfriend of two years, Y/N, is now dating celebrity personal trainer, Jamal Anderson. The new couple were spotted in LA entering a red Audi R8 after celebrating a mutual friend’s birthday during a dinner party at Yamashiro; a Japanese restaurant in Hollywood...

Anger thrummed through Adonis’s veins while reading a Shade Room post about his ex girlfriend. Paparazzi took 10+ photos of Jamal and Y/N boo’d up on the hood of his car with their tongues down each other’s throats. The last photo is a picture of a visibly wasted Y/N giving pap’s the finger like she always did whenever she was seen with Adonis out in public. 

What did she expect? You were just dating a professional athlete; a celebrity about five months ago. What really has molten anger rolling through Adonis is Jamal’s hands all over Y/N’s ass, face, and titties. Each and every photo Jamal has his hands on the warm, sweet flesh of his ex. Adonis grits his teeth and clenches his fists. That’s where his hands should be. He should be the one stroking her silky brown skin with his calloused hands. 

“You wanna finish this last session out, Donnie, or do you plan on being on your damn phone?” 

Adonis cut his dark brown eyes at the son of his father’s trainer. Tony ‘Little Duke’ Evers' tall, lanky body came into view with an annoyed look on his face, “Who’s the one that has a fight coming up? Not me.”

“Chill, Unc, I’ve been training for two hours,” Adonis says with an abrasive tone, “Some shit just came to my attention…”

“Shit that can wait. I got two new guys that I need to train; guys that you want to promote, remember? J’Leon Love, Charvis Grant…” 

“You’re not about to keep talking to me like you own me or some shit,” Adonis stands to his full height and intimidating weight making his uncle look like a five year old kid, “Like I said, I have something more important on my mind right now-

“This,” Tony shows Donnie the post on Shade Room about Y/N with a smirk, “She moved on, so can you.”

Adonis kisses his teeth, grabbing the front of his Under Armor shirt to wipe sweat from the tip of his nose. Yeah, clearly she did move on. Didn’t take her long at all to hop on some new dick and leave Apollo Creed’s legacy in the wind. 

“Just forget about that bitch and let’s put in some work,” Tony slips adonis his Hayabusa T3 boxing gloves in black and gold that are snatched from his hands, “J’Leon is a hot-head just like you...work with him for a little while, see if he can keep up with a Creed.”

“J’Leon better keep up,” Adonis responded before giving his uncle a sly smirk, “I can use a human punching bag right now with how pissed off I am.”

“Don’t make the boy go home second guessing becoming a pro boxer,” Tony playfully jabs Adonis in his eight back abs before blocking a lead hook from Adonis that would have caught him in his ribcage. Adonis strolled back to the boxing ring that is 3 to 4 feet from the ground and 20 feet wide with the Delphi boxing Academy logo centered in the middle. Ducking his body, Adonis climbs inside between the ropes,  approaching J’Leon sparring with Macky, one of Tony’s good friends. 

“Remember, one step at a time, one punch at a time,” A sweaty faced Macky says to J’Leon, “You usually do so well, what’s up with you today, young man?”

“Less talking, more sparring,” J’Leon starts delivering crosses and uppercuts to macky with all of his might, a wheezing sound escaping his mouth with each punch so that he doesn’t fatigue himself. Macky shoves J’Leon back with his Everlast punching mitts, causing him to stumble and blow air through his cheeks.

“Ayo, J’Le,” Adonis holds his arms out with a confused look on his face, “This is how you train signed under me? You’re supposed to be an elite fighter, right? Get up.”

J’Leon looked daggers at Adonis while standing back up, the 168 lb super middleweight boxer shaking out his arms. Adonis is much bigger than him, a super heavyweight at 215 lbs. He chuckled at J’Leon’s fierceness before getting into his orhtodox stance, his left foot and left hand in front of him. Tony places his mouth guard in his mouth before Adonis circled J’Leon in the ring. Adonis hits J’Leon with a quick jab and a left hook, J’Leon’s shoulders squared too much leaving Adonis room to hit him. 

“You ain’t see that coming did you?”  Adonis says with a slight lisp from the mouth guard, “Try and hit me back, J’Le, come on.”

J’Leon came at Adonis with a left body hook that Adonis easily deflected while bouncing on his toes. 

“You want to be a champ like me you better come at me harder than that, nigga,” J’Lean started charging Adonis with sloppy jabs, Adonis swiftly dodging them before hitting J’Leon with a hook. The outer ring grew crowded as they snickered at J’Leon’s anger stricken face. 

“Something is definitely on your mind, man,” Adonis takes off one of his gloves to help J’Leon off of the ring floor but he refuses, standing on his own two feet. 

“Look, I was in the same position as you, J’Le. I remember walking in here five years ago and challenging Danny Wheeler to a fight. He had me on the floor just like you with the keys to my car in his hand.”

J’Leon looked like he wanted to kill Adonis but instead he walked away and out of the ring.

“Next time I won’t be so easy on you then!” Adonis yells after J’Leon’s retreating body. 

“I don’t know about this one, Adonis. He seems too weak for Creed Promotions,” Tony whispered to Adonis.

“That sounds like something you said to me when I came asking for help almost five years ago, remember that?” Adonis reminds Tony, “Charvis seems to be taking my advice though.” 

Both Tony and Adonis watch Charvis practice on one of the speed bags, finally doing it the proper way. 

“I’m gonna do a little more for my session before I leave, let me know how it goes, Aight Unc?” 

“Yeah, I’ll let you know. You're coming in tomorrow afternoon, right?”

“Of course! I’m supposed to be doing an interview with sports illustrated.”

Adonis exits the ring himself and decides to use the new set of punching bags from Everlast. Adonis circled the Powercore Dual Bag before delivering quick jabs and rear crosses. He exhaled when punching and striking, the heavy hissing, grunting, and exhaling coming from his core, sweat rippling over the chiseled peeks of his eight pack. He tightened his core while breathing before going back at it with jabs that he would deliver to his opponents body in the ring. 

“Ayo, Donnie,” Cory, Adonis’s personal trainer and nutritionist walked over with his phone in hand, “Why is Jamal Anderson talking shit about you to TMZ?”

“The fuck are you talking about?” Adonis says with sweat flying from his skin with every powerful blow of his fists to the bag. 

“Well, he got your name in his mouth,” Cory played the video, holding it up to Adonis’s face for him to see, “This nigga is bold.”

Adonis entertained the video with his dark brown eyes but as soon as his name popped up his jaw muscles tightened painfully, almost to the point of shattering his molars. 

Adonis Creed...I ain’t worried about that man. His loss, my gain right? Whatever he didn’t do I’m doing for her. He fucked up. All he had to do was appreciate the beauty in front of him instead of worrying about being the heavyweight champion of the world. It’s okay...I’m taking good care of Y/N.

“Hmm,” Adonis grunts angrily, his eyes blazing, “Jamal need to shut his big ass mouth before I break his fucking face...have that nigga speaking through a wired jaw.”

“Y/N is messed up for letting this dude talk shit about you like that. Y’all have history, she needs to put him in check,” Cory says while placing his phone in his Nike track pants.

“She cries for some attention from me that’s all,” Adonis moves on to a speed bag while Cory follows. He started hitting the bag with his fingers to control the pace of the bag and get used to the rhythm. He hit it in small circles with a right-right-left-left rhythm, standing square in front of the bag.

“You think this is her way of telling you she wants you back?” Cory watched Adonis’s movements.

“Yep. That’s Y/N though,” Adonis stops the bag with both of his hands, “Ima give her a call when I leave...she needs to hear what I gotta say,” he says while repeatedly hitting the speed bag again.

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Painting her toenails a dark purple, Y/N mouthed the words to Kehlani’s song toxic. She flexed her pretty toes before leaning forward to blow on them. Home on a Friday evening with no intentions on going out. She knew if she went out she would be cornered by paparazzi about the recent photos that surfaced with her and Jamal Anderson. She was drunk, Jamal is handsome, and she missed the male attention. 

Her phone was currently flipped over and buzzing with notifications and phone calls on her bed. Adonis left her the luxury loft they both shared and moved into his own. If she wanted to end things he didn’t want to be in the same place as her and he wasn’t going to kick her out. As pissed off as he was he still thought about her well being and left her his old place while he purchased a new, much smaller one. 

The master bedroom didn’t feel the same. It didn’t smell the same. She missed Adonis’s Nautica cologne attached to every piece of fabric. She missed hearing him in the early mornings doing push-ups on the floor near the bed, she missed watching him cook healthy; high protein meals that Cory sent him via PDF, shirtless with just a pair of sweatpants on and bare feet while cooking. She missed his deep, raspy voice calling her his cinnamon swirl and running his hands through her curls. She still watered his Aloe Vera plants because he used to love using it to reduce pain and inflammation on his skin from a fight. 

Yes, she missed all of these things but it came with Adonis being too busy for her, making decisions like moving to LA without consulting her or saying she’s being ridiculous and overreacting about his female fans being too touchy feely with him. Maybe she was being a little bit dramatic with breaking up with him. In the beginning, she felt good. She liked the little bit of freedom but now she craved for him. Her and Jamal aren’t in a relationship but he is going around telling everyone about them. She saw his TMZ post, that’s why she’s been avoiding him all day. 

Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz

Y/N’s phone couldn’t stop shaking on her bed. Picking it up for the first time within the past couple of hours, Y/N sees that it is Adonis calling her. She hesitated but eventually Y/N answered.

“Yeah,” She spoke with no enthusiasm.

“What’s up.” He greeted her so casually through the phone. 

“I should be asking you that since you’re calling me.”

“Okay, fair point...your new nigga...he got a lot of mouth...you hyping his head up or something?”

Y/N rolled her eyes shut, “No...that’s just how Jamal is. I thought you said you wouldn’t let words get to you anymore? If he’s just talking why does it matter, Donnie?”

“It matters because he’s making me look like a fucking joke. You didn’t take long to move on I see, makes me think you planned this all along,”  He spoke with malice.

“I didn’t plan anything, Donnie. It’s been months since we’ve been together DON'T sit up here on this phone acting like I’m out to get you or something!” 

“I can’t fucking tell, out here letting this clown ass nigga stick his tongue done your throat and grab you up and shit.”

“We’re not together, Adonis. I can do whatever I want with whoever I want. My mouth, and my body doesn’t belong to you anymore.” 

“I call bullshit but I’ll let you have your moment...so when are you coming back to me?” 

Y/N went wide-eyed, “Excuse me?”

“Let’s stop fucking around, girl. I know you miss me...did you let him hit?”

“Adonis, please,” Y/N put one of her hands up as if he were in front of her.

“Did you? Just answer the question.” His voice appeared calm but she knew he was shaking with fury. Adonis didn’t like that what used to be his was his no longer. Seeing Jamal touch on her and kiss on her made Adonis feel like he was robbed of one of his trophies or his championship belt. 

“Yeah, we fucked...twice,” Y/N finally spoke up with her voice smaller than she would have liked.

“Hmm,” That same deep, ragged grunt he always did when he was enraged about something was loud in her ear, “So that’s what we’re doing, huh? Okay…”

“Donnie, don’t do anything stupid it was my decision, I chose to sleep with him, just cool off. I’ll have a talk with him tomorrow about what he said to TMZ, okay? I’m not even going to deal with him anymore.”

“I’m done talking about it, Y/N.”

He cut her off coldly. She snapped her lips shut, hurt in her eyes at his abrasive voice. 

“So now you have an attitude with me? Yeah, I do miss you, Donnie, but with that comes your lack of respect for me as your girl. You didn’t care about how I felt when it came down to moving here, your career, and some of the wild shit your fans do! Jamal was there for me, we had sex twice, it was good, real good, and I’m not gonna sit up here and lie! What do you want me to do? Sit up here and cry, cry, cry every fucking day?! Don’t call me on this shit when you didn’t even think twice to pack your shit and leave me!” 

“Girl, please, I gave you everything, I was there for you when shit went down with your family, I did nothing but respect you, the fans, the lifestyle, none of that shit mattered. And I already heard that you fucked Jamal… you let him have all of that? Like I wasn’t just up in it five months ago? He AINT me, Y/N. He AINT stepping up for shit.”

“Oh, my God,” Y/N groans, “I’m hanging up. This is a constant circle with you. I don’t owe you any explanation, Adonis. What we used to do, we don’t do anymore. Goodbye-

“Don’t hang up on me,” He spoke with a warning.

Click 

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A stream of air passed through Adonis’s teeth sounding like a barista steaming wand foaming milk in a Starbucks or the type of sound snakes make in warning their prey. His fists clenched strongly, almost popping the vessels in his arms. His cock-diesel frame was charged up and ready to knock Jamal out. Adonis picks up his bottle of Don Julio 1942 drinking it down in big gulps, the taste of warm oak with hints of caramel and toffee lingering in the back of his throat. 

This was usually what him and Y/N did on a Friday evening whenever he was home; drink and fuck. The fucking he wouldn’t be doing but his ten inches of steel was pulsating in his sweatpants. The girthy length is curved downward and creating a large bulge. Usually, Y/N would be on her knees between his legs saying ooooh, Daddy, how did you know I wanted some dick in my mouth? Giving him a sloppy suck that had him busting fat load after fat load down her throat. 

Adonis pauses his music on his phone, his entire bedroom going silent before grabbing his laptop from the opposite side of his California King. Opening it, Adonis pulls up his folders, scrolling through and finding the one that he would NEVER bring himself to delete. Home movies was the name of the folder. Adonis double-clicked it, his eyes scanning the screen while each file popped up in rows. Pictures, videos, and audios occupied the folder. Dragging his pouty bottom lip between his teeth, Adonis started from the beginning. 

File number one...

“Mmm,” He made a deep moan of appreciation at the image before him. It’s Y/N arched over their old bed that she was currently sleeping in alone. It didn’t have the grainy effect that webcam photos tend to give since Adonis used his Canon EOS 5D camera to take them. Her beautiful pussy and asshole were waiting for him like she was serving him dinner. That goddess of a body she has, all natural and velvety smooth. Clicking through there is a video of her rubbing her clit from behind while Adonis angled the camera to get the best pussy shot.

“Oh, you’re ready,” Adonis says in the video, “you’re gonna be walking a little different when I’m done, baby.”

“Please fuck me, daddy,” Y/N moaned sweetly while rubbing her clit from the back, “Come and fuck me…”

Adonis brings the camera above him so that he could record himself fucking Y/N from behind. The view showed off Adonis’s lips down to his defined pectorals and eight pack abs. He used his free hand to give Y/N’s ass a playful smack before pulling down the front of his black sweatpants, his downward curved dick springing free while he moved his hips from side to side. 

“Baby…”she called out to him, reaching back to feel him, “Please...I want you inside me...I want you- OH GODDD.”

Adonis was sinking deeply into Y/N’s tight and creamy pussy with a hissing sound escaping his mouth. 

“Yes, baby,” Adonis lightly slaps each ass cheek; left cheek, right cheek before gripping the flesh and stroking her slowly, “Mmmmh, yes...you always feel so good.” 

He started stroking at a moderate pace, Y/N’s ass softly clapping against his brick wall of a body. 

“Fuck,” he says, biting his bottom lip, “Mhm,” Adonis grabs one of Y/N’s ass cheeks, grinding his hips against her ass, “I feel you baby...you’re gonna cum for daddy?”

“Unh,” She moans, her body shaking beneath him, “Yes, Daddy!!”

Adonis pauses the video, his body overly heated from the Don Julio and his dick as stiff as concrete between his thighs. With a deep grunt, Adonis frees his dick from his sweatpants before grabbing the warm, solid, flesh to stroke it lightly. Even with her not here she still got his pipe iron-hard and his balls tight. Adonis clicked through a few photos before spotting one that he cracked a dimpled smile at. This video needed to be seen through and through. He clicked on it, a visual of Y/N sitting on the kitchen counter with her legs spread wide and limber, naked body illuminated by the light above the oven. Adonis was recording her playing with her phat clit, rubbing it in tight circles. 

Grabbing his 1942 Adonis takes a big sip from the bottle while his other hand swings his dick from side to side. The counter is covered with all types of treats and sweet toppings. Whipped cream, peach and strawberry preserves, caramel syrup, fudge syrup, honey and what looked like a birthday cake. This was recorded on Adonis’s 33rd birthday. They had just come from a night of partying and Y/N said she had something special for him at home that requires his appetite. The mess they made, the drunken sex, and the overall fun of it all has Adonis both angry and aroused. He really missed Y/N but at the same time he was beyond pissed that she would break up with him and then fuck another man that disrespected him any chance he got on social media. That’s right, Jamal is entertaining Twitter with the memes they created about Adonis.

-This nigga Adonis is punching the air right now! 

-How you let this clown fuck your girl?

-We’ll pay big money to see Jamal Anderson go toe-to-toe with Adonis Creed.

-He don’t like being called Baby Creed but I bet that nigga prolly sucking his thumb and crying in the fetal positon LMAO!

-Creed didn’t respond to this yet… 🤔 I wonder why.

-His shawty bad AF. Damn, Creed ain’t winning this battle. 

-Damn! So Jamal is putting it on Y/N better than Creed?!!! Embarrassing!!!

That didn’t even include the jokes in his DMs about the situation. It’s been a while since Adonis made a reckless decision. The last time he did that he ended up in a hospital bed with broken ribs, a ruptured kidney, and a concussion. He became increasingly distant from Y/N and Mary Anne, tensions rising in his relationships. Now, he was starting to feel that same foolhardy feeling while staring at his computer screen, wordless with rage. 

____________

Buzz buzz buzz buzz

Y/N’s phone is off the hook at 9:00 AM on a Saturday. She was still buried beneath her covers with her bonnet on and one of Adonis’s old t-shirts. Lifting her head from beneath the sheets, Y/N squinted her sleepy eyes around her bed, searching for her phone. With a big yawn that has her jaw muscles sore, Y/N finally finds it, picking it up to look at the screen. Her friend  and personal Esthetician, Ava, was calling her. She wondered what for. Y/N’s wasn’t due for another wax set until two weeks from now. 

“Hello?” Y/N flips over onto her back.

“Sorry to wake you, but, girl...you need to look at Twitter like NOW! They are talking about you and Adonis on a sex tape-

“Hold up… A WHAT?!!!!!!” Y/N is 100% awake now. With the mention of a sex tape Y/N nearly jumped out of her skin. 

“Girl...what’s going on between you and Adonis? Are y’all together? What?-

“No, Ava, me and Donnie aren’t together and what do you mean a sex tape?!” Y/N places Ava on speaker, frantically going to her Twitter app to see exactly what she meant. Sure enough, there is a trending topic about Adonis and Y/N. Multiple full length videos, clips, and pictures from a video that they made almost a year ago is out there for the world to see. Y/N gaped at her phone screen. Her nude body, Adonis’s nude body, the sex, the moans, and the nasty talk has her speechless. 

“Oh my fucking God,” Y/N shot up out of bed, pacing back and forth quickly, “Why would he do this?!!!!”

“You think Donnie leaked it?!”  Ava asked with a shocked voice.

“Who else would have?!! Wasn’t me!” Y/N spoke defensively.

Y/N does have copies herself on her laptop that she occasionally looks at but she wouldn’t have leaked a sex tape of them two unless they both agreed to it or something. For Adonis to do this without her consent pissed Y/N off. 

“Girl, you better call his ass right fucking now!” Ava practically yelled into the phone, “This shit is wild-

“Ava, I’m gonna have to call you back,” Y/N hung up the phone before Ava could even speak her last words. Y/N checked her inbox. Over 100 text messages and that didn’t even include notifications from Instagram, and Twitter. Checking her messages, she reads through a few from her friends.

Noel: Baby, I didn’t know you were this nasty!! Damn! 

Kristina: So are y’all back together then? What’s going on with this sex tape, girl?!!

Tiffany: EXPLAIN! Why did I wake up to my friend trending on Twitter!!! You making sex tapes and leaking them?!! Call me back bitch!!!

Joey: Wassup big head 👀

Jamal: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON Y/N! 

“Fuck,” Y/N says with a shaky voice. She stopped pacing, exhaling calmly before going back to Twitter. There is no way she wanted to look at the tweets directed towards her but the more she thought about it the harder it became. Scrolling, Y/N finds the full video of the sex tape. Sitting on the edge of her bed, Y/N watches from start to finish, her mouth agape and a warmth filling her chest cavity. Even through being pissed off about it, she is STILL turned on. 

Y/N sat on the counter with her legs spread wide, her fingers working her clit into an erect bud. Leaning back on her elbow, Y/N looked into the camera that Adonis panned around her. She grinned and gave him a wink before bringing her wet, cream covered fingers to her mouth to suck her mess off. Adonis’s deep chuckle came through on the other side of the camera before his hand reached out to grab the whipped cream bottle. 

“Lay on your back,” He says before stepping between her legs. Adonis places the camera on an elevated surface so that the side of Y/N’s naked body and his naked hips could be seen in profile. 

There are shadows in the video but there is no denying that big ass dick she used to fuck and suck on. That downward curve and those heavy balls called to her attention and watered her mouth the more she watched the scene unfold. 

“I love how your legs are spread like that...you ready for some fun, girl?” 

“Yes,” Y/N says while watching Adonis shake the whipped cream bottle. 

“Stick your tongue out for me,” He says while stepping in between her legs. Holding the nozzle against her tongue, Adonis squirts some whipped cream into Y/N’s mouth. She brought her hands up to rub her erect nipples while licking and sucking on the nozzle with a moan. 

“Mmm, you sucking on that nozzle like it’s my dick…”

“I want your dick in my mouth covered in whipped cream,” Y/N dragged her sweet tasting tongue across her upper lip, “Put some on my nipples, daddy.”

Hearing herself call Adonis daddy while watching that video made her shiver. She was supposed to be angry with him and not sexually aroused. 

Adonis squirts whipped cream on Y/N’s nipples before placing the bottle on the counter and leaning forward. His beautiful russet skin and the gold chain around his neck glowed from the little bit of light within the kitchen the closer he got to Y/N’s breasts. That long, curled tongue of his swirled around her left nipple, cleaning up all of the whipped cream in one swipe before sucking her nipple into his mouth. 

“Unh,” Y/N’s body arched while she ran her hands over the back of his head. 

Adonis dragged his tongue along the center of her chest before reaching her right breast and doing the same exact thing with his wicked tongue. Y/N’s head extended back, sweet, angelic moans filling the kitchen. Adonis sucked a little more before rising back up to grab something else. Back in view, Adonis has some raw honey in his hand with an actual honeycomb stick. 

“Yummy baby girl, look at you, laid out for me to do whatever I want, right?” Adonis twirls the stick inside of the honey before pulling it out and drizzling it all over Y/N’s front from her neck down to the top of her pussy, “I’m about to lick and suck all this shit off of you, spread your legs, girl.” 

Y/N spreads her legs, bringing her knees to her chest and sitting up on her elbows. With keen eyes, Y/N watches Adonis’s every move while his tongue swipes across both sides of her neck before grabbing her jaw  lightly to keep her still while he sucks on her flesh. 

Y/N could almost feel his lips tightly sucking on her neck and his wet tongue tickling her deliciously with every swipe. When he licked her throat Y/N moaned in unison with herself on the video. She stifled her other moans with a bite of her bottom lip. She hated the way he was currently making her feel after what he did. Who else would have leaked the video? Adonis is very careful and he wouldn’t disclose any information like that to a friend for them to leak it. Loud sucking came from the video and Y/N’s focus was back on that screen.

“Mmm,” Adonis continued to suck the honey from Y/N’s flesh all the way down to her pussy. He teased her outer lips with his tongue but he didn’t lick her clit. Biting her inner thighs now, Adonis grabs for more honey, drizzling it all over her pussy.

“Mmh, yes,” Y/N licks her lips, bringing a finger down to catch some honey to taste, “Make my pussy nice and sticky, daddy.” 

“This is just the beginning, ma, we still got other treats to run through,” Adonis takes his entire mouth to wrap around Y/N’s inner lips, no waiting whatsoever. She flexed her hips off of the counter, driving her pussy into his sticky mouth while palming the back of his head. Adonis’s strong arms trapped her and held her still while he angled her hips so that the light could catch him sucking on her sultry pussy. Her skin kept sticking to the counter from the honey on the surface and her ass cheeks were glued together from the sweet nectar as well.

“Just like that daddy,” Y/N reached down to pull her pussy lips apart, sticky, wet sounds filling the kitchen, “Oooh, right there...eat my pussy...Ooooo, yes, right on that clit.”

Her body shined with residues of honey and saliva. Adonis held one of her legs in the air to admire her pussy before dragging his other hand over it. 

“Grab that whipped cream, girl...yeah...now squirt some on this pussy...mmmh, yessssssssss, Good girl, so sexy, baby…”

His tongue wiggles against her labia and clit, whipped cream staining her inner thighs now from his sloppy head. Y/N’s head extended back, choked up moans directed towards the ceiling. 

“You just love to eat my pussy, daddy, mmmm!!”

Adonis didn’t say a word while he devoured her pussy like it was pie filling. Adonis pinched her outer lips together so that he could see how fat her pussy is before leaning down to kiss it softly. Her puffy, wet pussy called for the attention of his fingers while his tongue danced across her clit back and forth, up and down, and in circles. Her wetness made the loudest sounds ever. Three thick fingers deep in her pussy, Adonis jerks his fat dick at the same time. 

“Hold just like that, girl, just like that, look at all this cream...you know your pussy is already sweet, daddy doesn’t even have to tell you does he?”

“Umph!!” Y/N‘s legs came up in the air while Adonis rang her dry with his fingers. She squirted all over the counter top and it dripped to the floor over the edge. Adonis brings his fingers up to her mouth for her to suck on. He fucked her mouth slowly with his fingers while staring into her pretty brown eyes. 

“My dick is throbbing...what are you gonna eat off of me?” He spoke with a whisper in her ear, “You’re gonna make my dick a sticky mess?”

“Yes, with this,” Y/N picks up the jar of homemade peach preserves and heavy syrup that she created herself, “Let me down so I can suck that big ass dick.”

Adonis picks Y/N up from the counter bringing her down to her feet before him. She instantly dropped to her knees while Adonis grabs the camera to focus down on her kneeling before him. Unscrewing the mason jar top to the preserves, Y/N licks the rim before grabbing Adonis’s dick with one hand, bringing the jar of peach preserves down to the wide tip of his dick. It was chilled from being in the fridge, the cold glass sweating in her hand. 

“Goddamn, girl,” Adonis shivers when Y/N puts his dick inside of the jar. He braces the edge of the counter with one hand while losing control of his grip on the camera. His grip tightened on the camera the same time Y/N pulled his dick from the jar. Chunks of chopped peaches and heavy syrup dripped from his pipe and stained the tile floor of the kitchen. 

“Ooh, look at all this sweet, sweet goodness on your dick, daddy,” Looking into the camera, Y/N licks the side of his shaft with no hands, the tang and sugar seeping deeply into her taste buds the more she licked and licked. 

“Fuck, just like that girl, dick taste better doesn’t it? Look at you cleaning my dick off like a good girl, mmmm, that tongue…”

“This tongue?” Y/N sucks the preserves off of the tip of his dick before dragging her tongue down the underside of his shaft causing his dick to throb against her pointed tongue. 

“Yeah...that good tongue and juicy lips,” Adonis fists Y/N’s hair, “Suck my dick baby…look into the camera and show me what that mouth do.” 

With urgency Y/N draws Adonis’s dick into her mouth and starts sucking him with only her jaws doing all of the work. His dick was no match for her mouth. Y/N was trained well to suck all of that fat dick.

His moans, damn, Adonis loves it when Y/N really got into it like that, sucking his dick with so much passion and concentration. She thoroughly enjoyed sucking dick and now she was sitting with her thighs spread to cool her heated, wet folds and her tongue poked out like she was waiting for his dick to enter her mouth.

“Somebody is hungry,” Adonis chuckles, “grab that whipped cream and put it on my balls…”

Y/N grabs the whipped cream, getting back on her knees. Adonis holds his dick up while Y/N squirts whipped cream all over his balls. Tossing the can carelessly on the floor Y/N began to suck on his balls. Adonis jerked his dick, occasionally slapping her face with it. 

“Please stroke my dick, baby,” Adonis let’s his dick go for Y/N to grab, “you had my dick hard all night long now it’s time for you to make me cum.” 

Y/N blinked her eyes up at Adonis past his meaty, long pipe while drooling on his balls. He was close, the veins in his dick seemed to spring to life and thicken in her hand. Oh, she was about to drain him. Her mouth was back on his wide tip sucking the life out of him, aiming to wring him dry like a soaking wet rag. 

“Unh, this is where you wanted to be all night I can tell by the way you’re sucking me fucking dick, yes, baby, Unh Fuckkkk-

Y/N hummed with satisfaction when his thick nut entered her mouth. The noises from her sucking mixed with Adonis’s heavy breathing was like a sensual beat. The video seemed to skip and now Y/N was back on the counter lying flat on her stomach. Adonis popped the cap to the caramel syrup, tipping it over and squeezing some all over Y/N’s ass. She starts to make her cheeks bounce while Adonis creates sticky patterns all over her flesh and back. Y/N reached behind her to rub it in before arching her back. She sucked on her fingers to clean the caramel while moaning at the same time. 

“Look at that cream, makes me so fucking hard,” The caramel has Y/N’s cheeks sticking together, “that’s what I’m talking about.” 

“Unh,” Y/N reaches beneath her to spread her pussy lips open while shaking her ass, “That shit is sticking to my asshole,” Y/N giggles. 

Adonis didn’t say a word since that was an open invitation to lick the caramel from her ass. Y/N started thrusting her hips back, smashing Adonis’s face between her cheeks. Caramel stained his face and matted his facial hair but he kept on going. 

“Damn, Donnie, fuck.”

He lifts for air, before slapping her ass, his fingers sticking to her skin like adhesive. The only things they haven’t touched yet were the fudge syrup and cake. Y/N drags the cake towards her, using her hand to grab some of it and smashes it in Adonis’s face. He didn’t expect that change at all. Adonis stumbles backward while Y/N giggles drunkenly on the counter. She’s on her back now, clutching her stomach with her cake covered fingers. 

“You got jokes now!!! After I just ate your ass!!! This is how you thank me, Y/N,” Adonis pulls on her ankles. 

“Aww but you look so sexy with cake on your face,” She lifts up from the counter, attempting to sooth him by rubbing the buttercream frosting from his cheek but Adonis slickly grabs cake, smashing it on her face. Y/N writhed in his arms, both of them having a food fight with the cake all over the kitchen. They slipped as they ran around the kitchen counter before Adonis got the upper hand, pulling her to the messy floor. They were out of view for a second but the video skips again to Adonis pinning Y/N down to the floor with her back arched. 

“You wanna make a mess on daddy you better make a mess on this dick with this creamy pussy.” 

Holding the camera high above his head, Adonis spanks his dick on Y/N’s pussy before sinking into her with one long stroke. His free hand rubbed the frosting and cake pieces all over her round ass before stroking her at a moderate pace, relishing in her sweet cream coating his dick. 

“Cream all over daddy’s dick baby,” Adonis spoke roughly while looking up into the camera with his cake stained face, “this beautiful brown ass...my cinnamon swirl...show me how much you really wanna make my birthday special, fuck my dick.” 

“Donnie-

“I told you to call me Daddy,” Adonis reminded her. He sits the camera down, propping it up so that it could record him fucking her from below. All you can see is Y/N’s breasts bouncing, Adonis’s balls smacking her clit, and his hard dick going in and out of her pussy. 

“My daddy...my champ,” Y/N spoke breathlessly, “Oooh shit-

Adonis started fucking her hard from behind, something he liked to do especially when he’s riled up. He loved it when Y/N called him her champ, it boosted his ego and made his dick harder knowing that he is indeed the super heavyweight champion of the world. He was delivering heavy, G spot stimulating strokes that had Y/N trembling. 

“Talk to me, baby, tell me where I’m at?” 

“Big black dick is in my stomach.” Y/N whimpered. 

“Bounce that ass baby, bounce it,” Adonis grabs the camera to focus on Y/N fucking his dick, “You got that bubble butt on you, daddy’s favorite, you got my dick throbbing you know what that means, right?”

“Fuck me like that, daddy, ooooh God, mmm, yes, shove that big dick in my pussy ooooh God,” Y/N’s pussy slips off of Adonis’s dick, her squirt gushing out like water would when you untangle a water hose. 

“That’s how I always get you,” Adonis grabs Y/N’s arm, turning her around onto her back, “legs up...I want you to look into the camera...look into the lens like you have an audience…show them how daddy’s dick makes you react.”

Y/N sucked cake from her lips while staring into the camera with focused eyes. Adonis has the bottle of fudge syrup in his hands now, turning it over and covering Y/N’s chest, stomach, and inner thighs with it. 

“Legs up, girl,” Adonis commands. Y/N’s legs went up and out causing Adonis to shudder. The contrast of her pretty pink pussy against the dark brown of the fudge reminded him of a surprise chocolate with filling.

“This shit is so sexy...after this I’m licking you up and down,” Adonis rubs his dick back and forth over Y/N’s pussy lips before massaging her clit with it, “My favorite thing to do with you is go nice and slow so you can feel all of me.”

“Daddy, yess, you are in my pussy,” She kept her eyes focused on that camera no matter how hard she wanted to tear her eyes away to watch his dick beat her pussy up, “shit that Goddamn curve...that shit is hitting the bottom of my pussy,” Y/N’s mouth widened, “ooooh, fuckkkkkk you ain’t playing!”

All you can see is Y/N’s breasts slowly bouncing and her pretty face. At that moment, she closed her eyes, every feeling of happiness and ecstasy going through her immediately. She began to experience chills the more he fucked her deeply. He was stroking her A-spot, the lower part of her vagina. Adonis focused the pressure of his dick right there, never stopping.

“Ooooomigodddd,” She spoke all in one sentence, “His dick was bottoming out in her pussy the more his strong, toned hips met hers. That slow stroke has Y/N’s vaginal walls tingling around his dick, “Don’t stop, don’t stop you’re right there on my spot oooooo!!”

Adonis went fast with a few strokes before going at a leisure pace again. Sitting up on his knees, Adonis focuses the camera on his messy dick and Y/N’s creamy pussy. 

“Goddamn, baby, love seeing you get like this...mmm just how I love it...taking all of my thickness...daddy is about to cum…”

“Ahhhhh fuckkk!” Y/N tried sitting up on her elbows but the floor was too slippery, “Yes yes yes yes yes!!!” Y/N rubbed the fudge syrup into her skin like lotion before bringing her fingers to her mouth to suck on like a pacifier. With her eyes low and hazy, Adonis pounds her pussy desperate, his strong arms wrapped around her thighs while his dick burrows deep into the bottom of her pussy. 

“Fuck me...fuck me...oh yeah that dick is getting thicker fuck meeee.”

UGH YES,” Adonis held himself still inside of her while his dick emptied his cum, “just draining my nut,” Adonis pulls his dick out, his cum oozing from Y/N’s pussyz. Y/N reached down to spread her pussy lips open while Adonis got a close up of the cream pie that he created. 

“How does it look?” Y/N asks with her soft spoken voice.

“Sticky sweet,” Adonis says before the video ends. 

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[aro-culture-is]

terf spotting part 2

okay, so I figured it’s time to upgrade your terf-spotting toolbox. Pro-tip: apply these to EVERY POST ABOUT FEMINISM and you'll catch 90% of the TERFs on your dashboard

binary language is the biggest red flag. if a post refers to only men/women, you need to check it. seriously. anything that has “men are like...” “while women are...” is so so likely to be a terf.

check the urls. a huge amount of these assholes are obvious. look for words like “rad”, “womyn/wombyn”, “terf”, “female”, anything related to vulva/vagina/etc, and to a lesser degree goddesses, typically named, such as aphrodite or artemis

step one: look at their description.

does it include terf, swerf, radfem, tradfem, gender critical, nonbinary skeptic, or anything like that? at minimum they’re a transphobe. swerfs are very rarely not transphobic but like... do you really think they’re better than terfs? it’s just a slightly different pathway into being a terf usually. also, 2nd wave feminism = feminism minus trans acceptance (this is simplified). if they’re a “2nd wave feminist” they’re transphobic.

if it seems to give off a huge “women are superior” vibe, that’s more suspicious than not. words like misandrist pop up, and it might seem innocent to someone who isn’t used to terf-hunting

lastly, if anything else flags your attention, take note. a lot of “baby radfems” so to speak are exclus or mention “cishet” in the aphobic way.

step two: search their blog

whatever words you think will give you an idea of their attitude, look for that. common: “trans”, “transgender”, “gender”, “radical feminism”, “feminism”, “terf safe”, etc are tags you can check. if tumblr refuses to search for whatever reason, skip to step two and a half

look at the posts with a critical eye. sometimes this is easy - they reblog a transphobic comment that is easy to recognize as such (esp if you are trans. cis people, i’ll list more ways to recognize it), comment it, etc. sometimes, this is harder. does every post not directly imply transphobia, but constantly criticize trans people? hmm. what could that imply? (hint: transphobia) does every post involving a trans person talk down to them, describe them as confused, refer to how sad transitioning is, etc? or maybe there’s a shocking number of posts about detransitioning with some “good” looking sources? (detransitioning is, statistically, almost always because the person in question experienced so much transphobia after beginning to transition that they stopped for their safety. most of these link to a shitty study that labeled non-answers as detransitioned people). be critical of patterns.

step two and a half: searching for transphobia didn’t give a clear answer

if searching didn’t clunk out, look for other bigotry; these people rarely choose one minority to hate. often they tend to want a straight/gay only view of the world, so biphobia, panphobia, queerphobia, aphobia, and such are other avenues to check. search terms relating to those - “bi”, “pansexual”, “queer”, “asexual” - and read them critically. ask yourself what tendencies are shown in these posts.

if searching clunked out: try briefly scrolling through their blog. the easy avenue is that they reblog from a variety of blogs that do have these sorts of things clearly labelled - if every post includes a url that you’d want to check according to step one, it’s safe to assume this is a feminism to terf pipeline blog. 

if nothing continues to jump out, decide where your instincts lie - if you’re wary despite this, don’t reblog a post they’re in! 

step three: do something about it

okay, they’re a bigot. now what?

if there are other people on the post who seem suspicious, and there often are, do this for each. you’ll get good at doing it quick.

you’re gonna take a deep breath with me first. try breathing in for a count of 4 (however fast you want), hold for 4, out for 4, and hold for 4. repeat 4 times. 

you’re gonna send this post to whoever reblogged it via messaging / asks / submit if you can, and tell them what you found. ask if they can delete it, or if you’re a little concerned about the person you’re sending it to, leave it with that. see how they respond. if you’re feeling especially brave, ask them to do the same for the person they reblogged it from. destroy the distribution of the words of a terf at their source.

hopefully they delete it or offer to - if they don’t, ask if you didn’t, and if they refuse, be cautious. don’t assume they’re transphobic or get defensive - explain that this is how transphobes on tumblr recruit. they sneak onto posts about feminism to target new feminists and convince them that trans people are destroying feminism, and that it’s important to give them no platform. if someone consistently gives transphobes a platform to speak on. as a trans person, I will assume that you are not an ally at best and one of them at worst. feel free to quote me on that. 

if they delete it - great! good job :) offer resources like this post if they seem friendly and genuinely interested in no-platforming transphobes

if they don’t - okay. you’ve got a decision here. check their blog from step one first, and unfollow and block them if needed. if it seems like this is the only type of suspicious post, go with your instinct. unfollow for your health, send it directly to whoever they reblogged it from and see if you can bridge that gap, or a bunch of other options. do what you think is best, but NEVER send threats, never send messages from a place of anger, and never interact with someone who drains you on tumblr. 

This is a basic formula I follow, and it works pretty damn well. If you have the Shinigami eyes extension for chrome or firefox, right click on the bigoted post where their username is, or on their title if the description speaks for itself, and mark them as transphobic. exercise caution - if you are a minor, don’t interact with blogs you aren’t comfortable interacting with especially. 

and remember: posts about feminism are where they hide. feminism =/= good if it’s transphobic garbage masquerading as feminism now. 

if you are someone who used to be in some way transphobic or otherwise bigoted, please double check your blog for those posts, delete them, and post that you did so because you no longer agree with those views. 

[chilling-seavey]

HH ANOTHA ONE - Lorri bugging Daniel to let her drive his car - but wait omg 🥺🥺🥺 that boy would do anything for her so he'd let her drive the first time she asked - and then they go on like a drive somewhere and Lorri just loves driving fast and Daniel can't help put stare at her and just fall in love with her more please🥺🥺🥺

Super inspired by Fun, Fun, Fun by the Beach Boys. It is complete vibes for this blurb and I haven’t listened to a single other song all week

July 1960

“I wanna drive your car.”

“Do you even know how to drive?”

Loretta gasped through the phone, “Yes, Daniel, I know how to drive.”

“I have never seen you behind the wheel ever in my whole life.” Daniel chuckled.

“I know how to drive and I want to drive your Thunderbird up the coast.”

“Oh really?”

“Stop laughing at me!”

Daniel bit his lip to hide his cheeky smile, “I’m not laughing at you, my love. When do you wanna go?”

“I told Dad that I need to go to the library today for college so…today!”

“Don’t you need to actually study?”

Loretta groaned in annoyance through the phone and he could hear her flop backwards onto her bed, “No! I hate doing summer college when you’re on break! It’s not fair! I deserve a break.”

“To go up the coast?”

“Yes, Dani, please?” Loretta begged.

Daniel checked the time on the stove, “Alright. I’ll come pick you up and we’ll swing by Sherry’s for lunch and then head up the coast.”

“Ah! I love you!” Loretta shrieked. “I’m already dressed! Now get over here quick!”

The line went dead and Daniel only laughed lightly at his girlfriend’s way too eager attitude as he hung up the receiver and rushed upstairs to grab his wallet and keys. He stopped in the doorway to the master bedroom where his mother was folding laundry, “Lori and I are going out, Ma. Won’t be home for supper.”

“Alright, honey. Drive safe.” she called after him as he rushed down the stairs and right out the front door.

It was a perfect day for a drive, the summer LA heat allowing the convertible to be wide open and the cloudless blue sky made for easy driving. Daniel slid on his sunglasses and turned the key in the ignition to make his way down to Loretta’s house a few blocks away. She was already waiting at the end of her driveway in high-waisted red shorts, a white halter top, and white sneakers, a classic red ribbon tying her brown hair back from her face, and when she saw Daniel, her smile broke even wider and she jumped onto the road as he fell to a stop in front of her.

“Hey, lover boy.” she greeted, leaning over the driver’s side door to kiss him. “Let’s roll! Scoot over.”

Daniel only laughed and put the car in park before shuffling over to the passenger side to let her climb behind the wheel. She tossed her book bag in the backseat – she had to take it since she told her father she was going to the library – and she slid her cat-eyed sunglasses on before carefully setting her hands on the steering wheel with a grin.

“Yes. This feels good.” Loretta nodded once.

She pressed her foot down on the gas, revving the engine loudly as they were still in park. Daniel’s eyes went wide as he watched her hesitantly.

“Oh…oopsies.” she giggled and set the car into drive to press down on the gas and they went speeding forward down her street so suddenly that Daniel flopped backwards against the leather seats with a gasp.

He was too in shock to say anything as he clutched onto the top of the door beside him and the back of the seat between the two of them. After a few minutes, Loretta seemed to get the hang of it and her jerky movements turned smoother but she was still nearly throwing Daniel through the windshield every time they reached a stop sign.

“Just…pull slowly into the parking spot.” Daniel said cautiously as they navigated their way down the busy beachside street towards Sherry’s Diner.

Loretta whipped the wheel around, spinning them way too quickly into the parking spot and Daniel audibly squeaked as they just barely missed the car in the adjacent spot, biting on his finger to not try to critique her driving too terribly. He would have cried if he got a scratch on the pretty red paint and he leaned over the side of the car just to make sure they had cleared it.

“Wow!” Loretta grinned as she sat back and took her foot of the brake.

“Park, Lori! Put it in park!” Daniel reminded her quickly as they started rolling back towards the busy street.

“Shoot.” Loretta gasped, pushing the gear shift to park. She glanced over at her boyfriend who looked like he had seen the gates of hell and back in their ten-minute drive to the diner, “Sorry.”

“Maybe…I should drive us up the coast.” Daniel offered gently.

“No. Dani, please, I’ll be better on the highway, I promise. The constant stopping and starting is just…tricky.”

Daniel looked over at her and her pleading expression and he sighed, grabbing her cheeks in one hand and leaned in to pull her lips to his for a kiss, “You’re lucky I love you so much.”

Loretta grinned at him.

They ate lunch together in the diner – hamburgers and strawberry milkshakes of course – and then headed back to the car for their little road trip.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive?” Daniel asked again as she sat behind the wheel.

“I am sure.” Loretta nodded, sliding her sunglasses to the top of her head and sent him a sweet smile. The sun made her freckles stand out and Daniel habitually swiped his thumb over them before tapping the tip of her nose. He was stalling.

A group of teenage girls walked past on the sidewalk and their eyes lingered on the pretty girl behind the wheel of the bright red sports car, nothing but jealousy in their eyes. Loretta only smiled at them through the windshield as Daniel pressed a kiss to her cheek. Was there really anything wrong with flaunting what she was proud to have?

Daniel finally walked around the car and climbed in beside her, taking a deep breath and they prepared to head towards Highway 1. Loretta put the car into reverse and Daniel kept an extra eye out as she backed out of the parking spot and onto the beach side road to make sure they weren’t going to hit anything. They almost clipped a curb but he managed to grab the wheel in time to avoid it, only making Loretta mumble another ‘oops’ before she was switching to drive and pulling off down the road with a jerk.

“Oh boy.” Daniel blurted out, reaching out a hand to hold onto the dashboard through his skyrocketing anxiety, “I love you so much.”

Loretta only giggled proudly, and he directed her towards the highway exit. Sure enough, it was smoother once they were on straight road and Loretta pressed her foot down harder on the gas as they picked up speed, the ocean right on their left and the California hills directly on their right, the summer wind streaking through their hair in the open top convertible. Loretta shrieked with excitement and reached to turn on the radio, turning up the volume nice and loud as they sped down Highway 1.

“Good golly, this is incredible!” Loretta cheered. She sang along loudly to the radio’s top hits, pushing twenty over the speed limit under the perfect California sun.

Daniel relaxed more into his seat since they were no longer hitting stop signs every block and he draped his left arm over the back of the seats and took a moment to take in the scenery. His eyes drifted from the sparkling blue sea to Loretta’s beaming face and her cheerful singing as she took the road like a pro-driver. She lifted one hand off the steering wheel to throw up in the air, her soft curls and red ribbon billowing in the breeze that whooshed past them, her fingers curling around nothing as if trying to grab the air.

“Daniel James Seavey! I am absolutely in love with you and your car!” Loretta shouted as loud as she could.

Daniel laughed joyfully, throwing his own hands in the air and tossed his head back against the leather seats to just be in the moment with her. They drove all the way up to Santa Maria in wine country – two-and-a-half hours out of Los Angeles – and took a pit stop to grab something to eat and use a gas station washroom before going to head home again.

It was well past dinner time when they returned to LA and they were both still riding the highs of the beautiful scenery and good music and perfect company. Loretta pulled up to the curb down the street from her house and made sure to put the car in park before turning to face Daniel and leaned right in to kiss him strongly.

He smiled into it, pushing his hand through the back of her hair to keep her close and they kissed lazily for a few short minutes before Loretta was sitting back again.

“Thank you for today.”

“Thank you for not killing us.” Daniel added.

She giggled and left him with a few more kisses before she reached into the backseat and picked up her book bag before climbing out of the car. Daniel shuffled over to sit behind the wheel again and grabbed her hand before she could walk off. He pulled her back to the side of the car and down to kiss her lips again.

“I love you forever.”

Loretta smiled widely, “I love you forever and five days.”

“Call me.”

“You got it, lover boy.” Loretta kissed him once more before hopping onto the sidewalk and rushing a few houses down to her own.

Her lie didn’t get her far as the moment she stepped inside, her father shouted the time across the house to her, claiming that the library closed three hours ago. Despite being twenty years old – “then you should be old enough to know that you should be taking your studies seriously” – Loretta was grounded for the rest of the week and sent to her room.

Daniel called her when he got home since he hadn’t heard from her, only to be told by her father that she was grounded and he even gave Daniel a bit of a stern talking-to as well. He should be supporting her education not taking her out on aimless adventures.

Loretta was laying on her bed, glaring at the ceiling, when there was a knock at her window. She got up and walked around to her window, sliding the glass open and leaned her head out. Daniel was stood on the grass underneath her bedroom window with a little smirk on his face,

“Let me up. Just cuz you’re grounded doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun, right?”

[flying-nightwing]

Dark Fox (1/7)

Okay so I’m super excited about this one. It was supposed to be a one shot, but my head got carried away with the developpement of the story and I found the potential just too good not to bring further. So this is gonna be a multi parts, no idea how long yet.

This will not be exactly dark/gritty, but it will deal with existential struggle with identity and sense of justice (for reader, and indirectly for Jason as well). It’s my first time tapping into the questioning of the Self in a work of fiction, so I hope you enjoy exploring this topic with me.

Feedback is always appreciated!

Next 

Pairing: Jason Todd x League!reader

Word count: 3352

Warnings: Violence, swearing, death.

Summary: You’re torn in between your heart and your head, who you are and what you aren’t, right or wrong for yourself. The answer is so close you can taste it, but you can’t help but doubt. 

"They don't know what's coming for them"

You waited in the shadows, still and patient, watching the gang of thugs hyping themselves for their takeover. 

"No cops, no swat team, no fucking vigilante will be able to stop us!"

Cheers went around the group, their military grade firearms raised in the air. All the big fists of Kiev's underground criminal network were there, ready to storm the city. It had been a carefully crafted plan that had started with buying the right people, then diverting NATO's shipment to pro-america extremists to feed the anti-russian movement. Tonight was the night the final blow would strike, with a takeover.

"The city is ours, boys!" The leader shouted. "Take what's yours, and kill the rest!"

That was your cue. As they began running out of the warehouse, you dropped from the ceiling to block their path. You were alone, but the surprise made them all halt nonetheless. 

"Who the fuck are you?" 

Your eyes found the leader. "You are operating on a territory that is not yours, Dmitri Liyanov" You spoke through your mask, which was distorting your voice without making it any less clear. "Ra's Al Ghul is not pleased with your defiance"

He narrowed his eyes, then relaxed and laughed. "So he sent his little pet alone to confront me about it?" He mocked condescendingly, and with a hand gesture, all firepower in the room pointed to you. "In case you haven't noticed, you're outgunned"

You didn't move an inch, your eyes only trailed on the goon that had taken a step forward, ready to end you. You weren't worried, especially since you caught the movement of the fifteen other shadows silently dropping from the ceiling, unbeknownst to the forty or something goons all facing you.

"Alright boys, let's end this--"

"Oh, you don't wanna do that" A casual, laughing voice then echoed behind you. Your eyes widened in frustration as you recognized too well the intruder. Fuck. "The second you fire that gun, you have fifteen plus one super ninjas cutting you to pieces"

And with that, all hell broke loose. 

You threw a Shuriken in the thugs' throat and one that sticked into Liyanov's eye, before spinning around and blocking the oncoming dagger over your head with your forearm brace spikes. You paused there for a few seconds, glaring at the red mask looming over you.

Todd.

"Missed me?" The smirk could be heard in his voice. Of course he’s show up now.

You grabbed a blade in your belt and slashed forward, missing him by inches in his quick drawback. You hadn't expected fighting your equal tonight, but the thrill of a fair fight flared in your veins. The exchanges of hits was swift and graceful, like a river running down it's course. You barely grazed each other, as both of your training was sufficient to plan exactly the other's next move. The question was now about who would make the first mistake. 

He backed you up against a wall, you used the crates to propel you up and come down on him. He blocked your motion, you dropped the blade down in your left hand to attack his open side. But before it could reach him, a quick manoeuvre sent you over his shoulder. You recovered the fall with a roll and went at him again, but the movement of Liyanov trying to get up and run caught your eyes. It effectively distracted you, and before you knew it, Jason's foot collided violently with your stomach. 

It sent you flying back and rolling ungracefully on your stomach a few feet away. You heard a laugh as you groaned, slowly pushing yourself off the ground. You had forgotten the sheer power of his muscles when catching you off guard. You raised one knee as you caught your breath, glaring at Jason. There was laughter behind his eyes, but he wasn't the one making the sound. Your eyes slid over to Liyanov, who was watching the show.

"Seems like I have some people protecting my interests"

You raised your arm, fist pointed straight at him and shot a small barbed arrow straight to his hand. His laughter turned into screams of pain, but you tuned him out easily. Who's laughing now?

"I'm not done with you" You rasped at him, then pulled yourself up, feet apart and shoulders straight. You faced Jason, now angry and determined.

"Sweet upgrade" He whistled, nodding at your arm "And for the record, I was here to kill him too, but you're far more entertaining"

You didn't answer just yet, you only pulled your sword slowly out of the sheath on your back. You knew that you'd have to bring out the big guns against him.

"Oh I see" He hummed in amusement. "Drawing the sword, for old times' sake"

In a few seconds the metal of your weapons was clashing. It reminded you of all the sparring you did with him, when Talia sent you to him to train with him under Ra’s radar. It reminded you of the first time you had put Jason on his back when he was fresh out of the pit, and how he never could beat you with a sword. 

You were light on your feet, making sure that his wider range didn't get you into a leg sweep. He was trying to bring the fight to close range--closer than it could be possible with swords--so he would fall into the one type of combat he actually beat you at. But you could see his game and you refused to give in. 

You knew your strengths as well as his and there was no way you'd let the favor switch to him.

So when his long arms sneaked around and got you into a headlock, you threw all fairness out of the window and rose up your left forearm, shooting the same hidden crossbow you had used against Liyanov. Jason jumped back to avoid the arrow piercing through his jaw and was forced to let you go in the process.

"That's cheating" He tsked as you circled each other. You shot three more arrows, which he all dodged and broke mid air. "Really?"

"You're in my way" You only said, suppressing the emotion from your voice. You refused to admit you were holding back, and that you only wasted your small quiver because you knew none of them would hit him. But you still had a job to do, and not even him could stop you.

“Is that a warning?” He snorted. “Because you’ll have to do more than that to convince m- fuck”

You interrupted him with a distraction flash bang and took the moment to attack. He was quick enough to recover on time and block your blade before it slashed his arm, but not enough to have the upper hand in the fight. He was forced into a totally defensive stance as you left him no space to attack. You sped up your hits, so much that his helmet cracked and came flying off. The next moment, your blade swung at his neck--he closed his eyes when he understood your next move-- but came to a dry stop as it touched his skin. 

The world froze. There you both were, breathing heavily in the silence of the warehouse. He opened his eyes, like he knew you wouldn’t do it. Still, there was this glint in his eyes, like he dared you to finish your motion. 

“You could at least look at me directly” He muttered. “Unless you’re too afraid”

Slowly, you pulled off your mask, showing him your full face. It’s not like there was anybody around who didn’t know who you were under the black hood of the league, and for Liyanov, he wouldn’t leave this warehouse alive to tell on you. 

“You’ve changed” He remarked.

“So did you” You replied sternly. But he didn’t, not really. He was still handsome, and a distraction to your work. So you raised your sword, like you would swing down, but instead took his inattention to deliver a round kick at the exact same place he did to you. He flew backwards, and in the middle of his fall, you loaded a sedative dart in your forearm crossbow. You shot him in the neck, and by the time his back hit the ground, he was out. 

You watched him for a few more seconds before you turned away and walked to Liyanov. His left eye was now a red mess, no doubt it would have been lost had you let him live. His hand was still stuck to the wooden crate, and he was muttering incoherent things. Probably overwhelmed by the pain, you thought. He looked at you with his one good eye, silently pleading you to end him.

How easy it was to break a weak man’s spirit.

Without a word, you pressed the tip of your sword to his throat and pushed, then slowly pulled back out. You wiped the metal on the inside of your folded elbow and sheathed it back, watching Liyanov choke on his blood and die not so long after. You lifted your head and turned to your team. 

“Linadhhab” You ordered to your team as you slipped your mask back on, and left the scene.

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You never talked.

Despite sharing a hut, meals and basically both of your personal space, words were rarely used in between you. He was always brooding, angry and miserable. And you? Well, you didn’t feel the need to speak unless it was to correct his form, or to tell him to do the work all over again. He hated you for that, and you hated that you were there because of him. You would have done anything for Talia, but you felt conflicted about betraying Ra’s. You knew this could happen when you agreed to become her right hand, but you didn’t expect for it to happen because of an unstable, revengeful boy she rescued. 

The rain was pouring nails over the mountain. It was cold and seeping through your clothes, yet still you were outside, circling Jason. There was fury in his eyes, directed at you, at the rain, at the world. Yet, he couldn’t control his swing. You had tried to teach him the art of Katana for days now, but he would always be too rash, to much in a hurry to end things. And the pit clearly didn’t help, giving him muscle strength he had not the discipline to control. 

“Again”

He leaped at you, and despite his enhanced speed, you saw his attack coming from miles away. You swatted him and sent him to a tree trunk, his sword falling out of his hands. He was both panting and shaking from the cold, or anger, or both. He slowly got back got his feet, jaw clenched and knuckles white.

“Again”

“Fuck you!” He exploded, walking toward you angrily. You stood your ground. “What’s the point of this, uh? Make me catch a fucking pneumonia?”

“You need to learn control” You simply said, and that made him even angrier. 

“I don’t need fucking control!” He yelled. “I’m strong enough to break your bones”

“Try”

He didn’t like the challenge, and even less when you side stepped all of his attacks. He was skilled, but he was getting tired and numb in the rain. And his rage made him way too predictable. You only pushed him when he tried to go for your neck, knowing a chokehold from him was the one thing you wouldn’t get out of.

“Fight back god dammit!” 

So you did. A few moves and you had him in checkmate, your blade on his neck. It didn’t stop the fuming in his eyes, nor the venom in his words.

“I know why you’re here” He croaked. “You’re stalling me. Talia is stalling me from getting justice for my death. Because that’s what you do, you hide behind a mask to hide the fact that you’re only glorified hitmen, and that you’re afraid to face your own incapacity to change a goddamn thing in the world”

You waited a second before drawing back your sword, your eyes never leaving his. 

“That’s enough for today”

You watched him retreat in frustration toward the hut up the tree, pondering over his words. It was the first time he had talked that much, and you’d be lying if it didn’t make you reflect on it more than you cared to admit.

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You never understood the need for luxury. 

The suite that had been reserved for your fake identity was way too spacious for comfort, and so full of things you didn't need. It only made it harder, more straining on you. Smaller spaces were easier to control and to securise, and you knew what to expect. nothing-- nobody could lurk when you were at sword range of everything. 

But unfortunately, your given identity was most of the time part of the higher class, as money could buy silence better than force. Nobody would dare look for a serial killer in a five star hotel, and if there was suspicions, it would be swept under the rug with any organized crime business the elite conducted. The cover was perfect, but it still made you restless.

As soon as you sneaked back in your room, you went straight to your suitcase and threw it on the bed. With a hiss, you peeled off your mask and league uniform, to reveal a red gash on your arm where Jason’s blade got you. You hadn’t noticed before a few minutes ago, when the adrenaline died down. You sighed and began cleaning it up, then applied a bandage to it. It wasn’t deep enough for it to need stitches, but you would still be careful.

Then, you sewed back up your sleeve. It had had other slashes that you could only see their patchwork from up close, sewn back with a large thread the exact same shade of the black leather. 

Next was your shower, to wash down the sweat and the grime and the dried blood. IT was the first one you had in a week, and your first hair wash in twice as much time. The undoing of your braids hurt, and you couldn’t wait to get under water You liked your showers burning hot, it made you feel alive. You had grown up in the desert, after all, and despite your exposure during your training, you hated the cold. You could barely stand it, as a matter of fact. But you’d never show this to Ra’s, it was a weakness which he would try to repress with more cold. 

The steam following you out of the shower clouded the bathroom. You reached for your night kimono and wrapped it around you, the black satin clinging to the dampness of your skin. You dried your hair with a towel and brushed your teeth before going back to the suite. There you folded your black league suit and carefully arranged your weapon on the table. You were almost done when the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and a shiver went down your spine.

Half a second later, you felt his presence close behind you. Your head rose up slowly, yet you didn’t make another move. You simply waited as he did, listening to the almost inaudible sound of his breathing. You didn’t know if he had a weapon close by, and your hand was still at reaching distance from yours. And yet, there was no threat lingering in the air. It was almost… Comforting. 

And you wanted it to stop.

“After all this time…” Jason’s voice was a whisper, meant for you and only you. “All I get is an ass kicking and a sedative?”

It wasn’t angry, it wasn’t playful. It sounded disappointed, if anything. You felt a pang in your heart that was there no matter how hard you tried to push it away. You hadn’t seen him in years, and his sheer presence was already messing with your head. Why did he show up again?

“What else was I supposed to give you?” Your voice wasn’t much louder. His smell clouded your senses and you so wanted to give in, but you had to resist your instinct. It would be your downfall again if you did.

“You’re still angry” He stated, his fingers barely grazing the skin of your neck in a ghost of a caress. It gave you goosebumps, so much you had to close your eyes. His touch was always your weakness when it came to him. 

No matter how cold his skin would get.

“You’re the one who left” You turned your head to the side to catch a glimpse of him behind you. Your voice betrayed your own feelings as it hitched at the end. He moved in your field of vision, his hand gently trailing your neck to cup your cheek. You sighed and leaned in, despite your inner protests. 

“I had to go” He repeated the same thing he had told you three years ago. “You could have come with me. You didn’t have to--”

You didn’t have to stay with them, you completed for him in your head. You’ve had this argument already, and you were tired. 

“I did. Ra’s--Talia gave me everything” You replied. “The league is the only way. I must stay loyal”

“No you don’t” His face was closer to you know, so much you felt with breath on your lips. “They won’t help you, you know this inside. Come with me”

He knew your secrets, your goals, your drive; it was impossible to lie to him. You had opened yourself like a book to him, and now he had power over you. Over your feelings and your thoughts, and while your heart wished nothing more than to surrender, your head kept pulling you back. And for a moment, you did. You pressed your lips against his, softly and quietly. It felt just as you remembered. But reality caught up with you again and you pulled away. 

“I’m sorry” You breathed, turning away from him. “I can’t leave. Not when I’m this close”

"Okay" He took a step back, nodding to himself. "If you change your mind, I'll be there"

The next time you turned around, he was gone.

------

Only a few lights were still open in the Gotham division of LexCorp that late at night. The guard on shift didn’t even bother scolding the over zealous technician still inside, as he found it was no use to get him out of there at reasonable hours. He was always working on something, some small, insignificant detail. It always had to be perfect.

“No, why are you always doing this to me” The tech whined out loud, even though there was no other colleague to entertain him. “Please remain calm”

He would always say some weird stuff, but that night he seemed more agitated that usual. The security guard paused, making a face at the crazy tech.

“That’s it that’s it” He nodded to himself. “See? You can do it”

The guard squinted his eyes, before scoffing and walking away. “Fucking weirdo” 

The tech kept working like the guard never passed by. In fact, he hadn’t even noticed when he did. He was close to the solution of his problem, of why the damn machine would not start. Well he knew why it wouldn’t start; a disbalance in the molecular component triggered the fail safe. He just had to find the right element to add without messing up the entire thing…

“Dear Lord” He gasped, looking a his microscope, then at his notes. Then back at his microscope. “I found it. I FOUND IT!”

A few miles away, two people watched the feed of the tech laughing to himself and celebrating. One had a smirk, the other an incredulous expression.

“I’ll be damned” The latest mumbled. “The fool really did it”

“So it seems” The other hummed in agreement. “We can now proceed to the next step”

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🏆 Learn How To Be More Productive With Notion 🏆

Notion is not at all an unfamiliar name, as it has been countlessly praised on social media for its aid in productivity. For me, I heard about Notion about a year ago, but only until last week that I started trying out this application (after hearing praises from my boyfriend nonstop) and I have to admit, I'm hooked.

So, what exactly is Notion? And why should you start using it asap?

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1️⃣ What is Notion?

Simply put, Notion is a note taking application, just like Evernote. It impresses users with its minimalistic interface and a whole lot of tools waiting to be discovered. But, Notion doesn't stop at being "just a note taking application", it's a solution to better productivity, an all-in-one tool that you need for your personal life as well as your career.

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2️⃣ What does Notion offer?

For me, Notion is like an online computer, where you can create an unlimited amount of folders and files. The only difference is that you can access to this computer anywhere you want as long as you have internet.

These are, generally, what Notion comes to offer it users:

- Unlimited pages & Blocks. - Infinite Hierarchy - Pages within pages within pages. - Tables & Databases - Categorize your data exactly how you want, and reference data from other tables or projects. - A web clipper browser extension. - A lot of premade templates. - Sync data between devices. - Native Android, iPhone, Windows, and Mac apps.

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3️⃣ Why you should use Notion:

- Not just a note-taking application: You can journal, manage projects and time efficiently, etc. Almost everything is possible with Notion.

- Simple, clean, unlimited: You can create unlimited amount of folders and files and everything is navigatable through pages' map.

- Quick reference with @: At any point in your typing, you can enter an @ to create easy references to pages, people, and dates.

- Easy embeding with /: The forward-slash ( / ) character works just like the @, but for embeds. You can perform nearly 100 tasks with the forward slash.

- Teamwork 24/7 with a click: You can add people and change members' roles in each page (same thing as Google Doc). You can also keep a record on all the changes made in each page.

- Drag and drop blocks: In Notion, each paragraph, each header, each picture is consider a block of information. You can drag and drop these blocks wherever you like.

- A lot of templates to choose from: It's great if you can design your own template, but for someone who knows nothing about designing like me, templates are my life saver.

- Available on all devices: From Android to iPhone, from Mac to Windows, Notion is available everywhere.

- Import/export data easily: Notion allows users to import from various sources (like Evernote, Trello, etc.) and export data as HTML, PDF, or Markdown.

- Reasonable price: For most people only upgrading to "Personal Pro" plan is enough. And this plan is only $4/month, a pretty cheap price compare to what you can get out of this application.

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4️⃣ Free Personal Pro plan upgrade

Now that I have done my part introducing Notion to you, I'm going to share a tip on how to upgrade your Notion Personal plan to Personal Pro plan FOR FREE.

However, this tip only works for those who have university emails. For example, my university email is halley*****@kookmin.ac.kr so I am eligible to get the Personal Pro plan for free from Notion.

All you have to do is sign up or sign in with your university email. Then click on "Settings & Members", on the left side, choose "Upgrade". Skip all the promotional stuffs about all the plans, scroll down until you see "Students & educators". Click "Get free Education plan".

If your email is eligible to get the plan for free, you just have to hit confirm to finalize. But if your email is not eligible then... I'm so sorry it doesn't work out for you :<

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5️⃣ My personal opinion on Notion

I actually started to read a lot more after using Notion's "Reading List" template. The reason is because I can save the articles I read and kinda... decorate them the way I like. So I read to collect information and to create cool looking archives as well.

I also made a list including all the movies I watched and all the movies I want to watch. Took me a while to list everything out but the result was unexpectedly neat and satisfactory.

Lastly, I planned this post by Notion. From research, draft to official posting, I went through all the stages with Notion and I am 100% satisfied by how much help Notion offered me. I usually draft in Note, which is a mess because sometimes I cannot distinguish the main ideas I wrote down and the ideas that were still in consideration. Notion gave me a template that is clear and easy to follow, my writing had never gone to smoothly before, istg.

My conclusion is, just give Notion a try, I'm sure you will fall head over heel for it soon.

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DangoBuds Review 2021 – Are These New Earbuds Worth It?

 If you are someone who is insanely into music, you definitely need a pair of good-quality earbuds to enjoy music at its best. Today wireless earphones are trending, and that has led to the overcrowding of the market, which makes it tough to choose one from such a wide array.

But here in this post, we will be talking about one such brand out of such a saturated market of earbuds. The one we are talking about is the affordable pair of DangoBuds which is not just portable and lightweight, but you can also carry it with you whenever you are traveling and also recharge it.

DangoBuds is known for providing a top-tier audio experience with its excellent sound as well as completely blocking the sounds in the surrounding, which means that you will not have any interruption in whatever you will listen to. They are easy to wear, thanks to the three in-ear tips made of silicone that come in various sizes viz small, medium as well as large. This means that it can fit anyone with any ear size.

Here in this article, we will be giving a complete review about the Dangobuds that can help you know all that you want to know. So let us get started with knowing more about the DangoBuds.

What is DangoBuds Earbuds?

The DangoBuds come with a storage case which makes keeping them easy, and it can be used without cables. These highly efficient earbuds can be paired easily to any device with Bluetooth connectivity making them effortlessly portable. It is fully equipped with the current technology and delivers active noise cancellation along with complete stereo-quality sound. The in-built HD microphone makes sure that you can always make your calling hands-free and charge it with ease. 

You can connect it to various gadgets right at the same time, and it can fit in any bag. These earbuds can work great for everyone who wishes to listen to their favorite songs with incredible quality. The manufacturing company guarantees quick handling and a safe tone. DangoBuds has an incredibly unique design that ensures a perfect fit in your ear canal even when you are running, playing sports, or jogging. 

For connecting the earphones, you need to make sure that the host system has Bluetooth Connectivity. When the DangoBuds are scanned and found by the host device, you just need to click on the connect button for pairing up the devices. You can then keep on listening to music as long as the connection is maintained between the host device and DangoBuds.

You can charge it really quickly with the type-C port for charging, meaning an Android adapter can be used. If your DangoBuds are completely drained, it will take about 2 hours for the case to be completely charged. As soon as you take it out of the case, you need to connect it to the host device. You just need to toggle on the earbuds, and it gets connected in just a single press. It gets deactivated just as you put it back in the charging case. Overall it is hassle-free to use the DangoBuds.

Features Of DangoBuds

Long Battery Life – There is nothing more annoying than the earbuds that keep draining constantly, and this is the main reason why people prefer the wire alternatives despite the fact that the wireless ones are much more portable and comfortable. But this is not the case with the DangoBuds. These completely wireless earbuds have a really long battery life, and they can be used all day long. It can last for about 120 hours without charging them up.

Rapid Charging – Once the DangoBuds are discharged, you can completely charge it back to 100 percent in just a couple of hours. It has a Type-C port, and thus it can be charged with a normal Android adapter.

Compatible With Every Device With Bluetooth Connectivity – DangoBuds is compatible with all the iOS and Android devices because all it takes to link these earbuds to the host device is Bluetooth connectivity. It can sound the exact same crisp on all the devices.

Broad Networking Spectrum – The DangoBuds earbuds are known for the wide range of communication that can reach from 10 meters or 33 feet, and thus the user can walk to another room without worrying about the connection break. This ensures that the consumer is not bound to the host device and ease of movement.

Sleek And Beautiful Design – The DangoBuds have an innovative and elegant look on the charging case as well as the earbuds. These lightweight and portable earbuds are currently available in white and black, but their elegance will not disappoint you ever. Its charging case has the LED screen indicating the battery status of the earbuds. This adds a futuristic vibe as well as keeps the user updated.

Advanced-Level Noise Cancellation – The advanced-level technology of noise cancellation of DangoBuds can suppress unneeded noise as well as create a soundscape for every user. The ambient noises get detected by the dual microphones as well as produce the inverse waves that can cancel them. This basically means that the user just hears the sound coming from earbuds; may it be called on voice on the other end, podcast or music.

Just like any other gadgets, the DangoBuds have their own set of pros and cons. In the next section, we will be discussing the pros and cons of DangoBuds wireless earphones. This way, you will have a clear idea of whether you should get them or not.

Pros

Incredible Tone.

Compact design making it easy to carry it around wherever you go.

Outstanding quality and workmanship.

Easy to recharge even when you are traveling.

Operation on a single touch.

You do not need to be a techie to use it.

Compatibility for multiple installations.

Cons

You can get them only online.

Technical Facts About DangoBuds 

5.0 Bluetooth

Color: White or Black

With dual microphones

Active Canceling Noise (ANC)

Earbud batteries: 65mAh Li-polymer

Charging Case Battery: 5V/550mAh Li-polymer Li-polymer

Port Type-C for charging

6mm silicone replaceable in-ear tips (small, medium, and large)

Why Do I Need Earbuds?

Basically, the DangoBuds are manufactured for anyone who needs to listen to good songs at a high level. The age range is meaningless. It may also be assumed that they are appropriate for men and women alike. Whether you have already worked with a similar product before is not relevant. Without delay, these earbuds will easily be checked out. The company guarantees a safe tone and quick handling.

They have a nice match and suppress distracting sounds that have a detrimental effect on the music at the same time. The DangoBuds work well on the move, so the earphones will help virtually everyone making use of a cell phone or tablet.

Overall, it is also tough to precisely identify the goal category. For virtually anyone who likes to listen to good music and wants the listening experience to be compelling, the DangoBuds are of importance.

How will the DangoBuds wireless earbuds help me?

Very honestly, whatever you use them for, the DangoBuds inner ear headphones will give a superior audio experience. The sound quality is outstanding, and they have a full noise block, ensuring that whatever it is you are listening to will no longer be disturbed by the sound of traffic, crying children and your partner snoring in bed next to you. With three silicone in-ear tips, in sizes small, medium and big, they are easy to wear, so someone of any ear size will be able to wear them without fretting about them falling out and getting lost. Lastly, because they are wireless and operate up to ten meters from the device to which they are attached, you are not bound to one spot or wrapped up by irritating wires.

DangoBuds Benefits

You might be thinking why DangoBuds? Why not get something affordable? Well, let me tell you that DangoBuds are highly affordable for the features they provide. They come with multiple benefits that you generally do not get in basic ear buds.

Active Noise Cancelling: DangoBuds has active noise cancellation which means the ear pods make it so that you do not get to hear any noise in the background while only focusing on the tunes in your ear.

Quick and Effortless Pairing: Connecting DangoBuds to a variety of different devices is easy and effortless.

Ultra-Long Battery Life: Only charging DangoBuds for less than an hour can provide you with approximately a full days worth of charge.

10 Meter Connectivity: You can leave your paired phone with music playing on the DangoBuds and have the freedom to move around and do your daily tasks. The ear buds allow you a range of up to 10m or 33 feet.

Customizable Ear Tips: If you are worried about them fitting in your ears, don’t be. DangoBuds come with customizable ear tips that you can change according to your requirements.

Dual Microphones: It also comes with built-in microphone for a totally hand-free approach to calling.

Bluetooth 5.0: The latest in Bluetooth technology allows for an instant wireless pairing service which does not drop off so easily.

Type-C port: It comes with a type-C charger for easy and accessible charging.

Wireless charging: When placed in the dock, you can charge your DangoBuds on the go.

Does DangoBud Work?

Yeah, DangoBuds perform and act exceptionally well. The method is simple, as described above. To connect these earphones, all you have to do is to ensure that the host system has an open Bluetooth connection. Once your DangoBuds earbuds can be found by that device, simply click on the “connect” button and wait for all devices to pair up.

You can listen to music for hours on end, as long as the host device’s Bluetooth stays on and the link between the two is not broken.

It’s really quick to charge your DangoBuds too, and every DangoBuds review says this. Because it has in-built wireless charging functions mounted, the case that holds the earbuds automatically charges each bud.

Nevertheless, the case would still need to be prosecuted. There is a Type-C charging port in the device, which means you can also use any modern Android phone adapter for this. Just insert the adapter into a power socket and attach the case to the Type-C port of the charging case for the earbuds.

It takes approximately two hours for the case to achieve maximum performance if the battery is zero, i.e., 100 percent.

One of the best performing ones is the battery processing used in the case and earbuds. Rechargeable batteries based on lithium technology are Li-polymer batteries or lithium-ion batteries. They are considered to be used with nearly any modern wireless technology out there and have a lifetime of two to three years.

In addition, a hassle-free link and a wide compatibility range are also assured by the Bluetooth functionality to identify any host computer.

If you are going from one room to another, you do not need to have your host computer near you as long as you are within the given range. Therefore, the earbuds perform well and promise a top-quality user experience with integrated battery and Bluetooth technology.

Where to buy DangoBuds and how much are they?

You can get your very own pair of DangoBuds directly from the merchant website. Buying from them ensures you get to avail all the discounts and offers the company provides its new and returning customers.

You can get,

1 DangoBuds for $79.99

2 DangoBuds for $122.48

3 DangoBuds for $179.98

4 DangoBuds for $219.97

Wrapping It Up

The DangoBuds are one of the best performers when it comes to the wireless earbuds. These earbuds offer amazing perks like being super easy in usage, and you do not even need to have any technological expertise for using them. Because of its amazing compatibility, you can use it with any device having Bluetooth-Connectivity. The earbuds offer noise suppression that helps you in enjoying the music with great pitch. It is easily adjustable to fit in the ear.

All in all, it offers the same functionality as that of a leading brand. It also offers the IPX7 water resistance to dust as well as sweat. Hopefully, this article helped you in figuring out if DangoBuds can be your next pick or not.

Frequently Asked Question

Are The DangoBuds Compatible With The iPhone?

Yes, the DangoBuds are compatible with both Android as well as the iOS devices.

Does The DangoBuds Offer Water Resistance?

Yes, the DangoBuds are immune to sweat and water, thanks to the IPX7 water resistance offered by them. But it is not intended for being used in baths or water sports.

Can You Use The DagoBuds Individually?

Yes, especially when you are out in public and walking down a busy road, it is best to use a single bud so that you can also hear the noises coming from around.

How Long Does The Recharging Of The Buds Take?

It needs about 2 hours for complete charging, but even 5 minutes of charging can get you 1 hour of listening time.

Does The Battery Of Host Device Get Exhausted When Connected To The Earbuds?

No, the Dango Earbuds have a battery of their own, and thus the amount of energy consumption coming from the connection to the host device is pretty much limited.

Where Can You Purchase The DangoBuds?

You can purchase the DangoBuds wireless earbuds only from the official website.

[abouldersbxtch]

First Day

Sunlight filtered in through the dark curtains blocking the windows as Karina sat up in her bed and threw the blankets off of her, her heart already racing in excitement. For a few years now she had been home-schooled by her parents and a few of their neighbors, but things were finally going to change. After a few months of extensive training and test taking, today was finally going to be her first day at U.A. and to say that she was excited would be an understatement. She got up, quickly tore off the clothes she had worn to bed and then threw on her school uniform as fast as she possibly could before rushing out of her room. She ran to the bathroom and brushed her long crimson hair and pulled some of it up into two space buns, one on either side of her head while leaving the rest of her hair down. She quickly brushed her teeth and once she was done, she rushed downstairs, almost colliding into her younger brother as he rounded the corner at the bottom of the steps. “Watch out Muroma!” She yelped slightly as she skidded to a halt on the bottom step, almost tipping over and falling on him. The younger boy looked up at his older sister and grinned widely. His half asleep look was quickly replaced with that of complete excitement as he remembered why she was in such a hurry. “You’re going to school?! Make sure you meet all the Pro Heroes! I want all the details and stuff when you get home!” Karina giggled at his excitement and nodded her head in agreement. “I will. I will. Where’s dad?” Muroma shrugged his shoulders slightly. “I think he already left for work and mom still isn’t home yet.” Karina frowned slightly. “Oh. I figured he would want to see me or something before I left.” Muroma could see the disappointment on his sisters face so he got up on the step with her and hugged her tightly. “I’m proud of you for getting into U.A. Kari. You’re gonna do great! Now go kick some butt, and don’t forget to ask for All Might’s autograph!” Karina hugged her brother back, grateful that at least he was showing how happy he was for her. With another light giggle, Karina finally let go of her brother and stepped down off the step. “I’ll see you when I get home and I promise to give you all the details.” She kissed his forehead and then headed to the door where her shoes and backpack were waiting for her. After slipping on her shoes and throwing on her backpack, Karina headed out of her house, closing and locking the front door behind her.

It was almost an hour walk to the school, but with how excited Karina was to get there, she managed to cut the time in half, her legs carrying her there much faster than normal. The nerves started settling in the closer she got to the school but it didn’t slow her down one bit. She had been there a few days before to get her schedule and tour the school before her official first day, but this was it. This was the day she would be joining class 1-A. They were all second years now and she had seen them go through so much just through all the media and televised events. She couldn’t help but admire them considering everything they had been a part of and gone through, and that was only the things that had been televised or was made known to the public. However,  now she was about to meet them and learn and grow with them as a classmate. Her crimson hair fell down to her lower back, swaying with every step she took as she approached the school, walking through the main gate and heading up to the doors. She walked in and made her way towards the classrooms, remembering vaguely which route would get her there the quickest. She looked around as she made her way through the school, taking in everything as she went. Despite being there a few days earlier to tour the school, she had been so distracted by what Mr. Aizawa had been telling her during the tour that she hadn’t really paid attention to her surroundings. She was nearing the classrooms and her golden eyes spotted the sign above the door and after walking up to it, she froze and stared at the handle for a moment. You can do this Karina. You’ve come all this way, you can’t stop at the door. Just knock. She took a deep breath and lifted her right hand that she had closed into a fist and knocked on the door three times, unconsciously holding her breath as she waited for some kind of response. “Class, sit down and be quiet. We’ve got a new student so behave yourselves.” She could hear Aizawa through the door and she couldn’t help the small smile that formed on her lips. Before she knew it, the door was pulled open and she was looking up at Tenya Iida who she recognized from a few different news reports she had seen. He gave her a warm smile as he extended his hand to her. “Greetings! I’m class representative Tenya Iida! Welcome!” A bright smile came to her lips as she took his hand and shook it gently. “Thank you.” “Iida, take your seat please.” Aizawa sighed from his spot at the front of the class, standing behind his desk. Iida was quick to return to his desk and Karina closed the door behind her before walking up and standing at the front of the class near Aizawa. He gave her a small nod before looking back at the class. “Class, this is Karina. She’s a home-schooled transfer student.” He looked back at Karina. “The class was just in the middle of studying for a test they have coming up. I’m sure one of them would be happy to help you study. We’re not far from where you left off at home.” Karina smiled and nodded her head. “Thank you Mr. Aizawa.” He sat down at his desk, getting to work at looking at some papers that were scattered across it.

When Karina turned to face the class, there was a girl already right in front of her. Pink skin, horns, and black and gold eyes. She knew exactly who she was, but before she could say anything, the girl was already introducing herself. “Hey! Welcome to U.A.! I’m Mina Ashido! Come sit with me!” Karina smiled and nodded her head eagerly. “Sure.” She followed Mina to her desk and sat down in the extra chair Mina had pulled up next to her as she looked around at the class. Some of the students were focused on their work, one was sleeping, who she remembered as Denki Kaminari, and a few others were walking towards her and Mina. “Wow! You were home-schooled and you got into U.A.? I’ve never heard of anyone doing that before. That’s really impressive! I’m Eijiro Kirishima, the manliest one here. It’s nice to meet you.” Karina smiled up at him and nodded her head. “It’s nice to meet you too Eijiro. Yeah, it definitely wasn’t an easy thing to do, but I somehow managed it.” She let out a small chuckle as another face joined them. “Bonjour mademoiselle. You must have a dazzling quirk to get here from being home-schooled.” He struck a pose as he said the word dazzling and Karina couldn’t help but giggle again. “Yoga Aoyama right? It’s nice to meet you, and yeah, I guess you could say that.” He gasped. “You know my name?” She gave a small nod and blushed lightly while rubbing the back of her neck. “Honestly, I know all of your names. I watched you all during the sports festival last year and everything else that was basically televised that you were all apart of. You’re all so inspiring and I’m glad I can be here with you.” Mina squealed happily next to her. “That’s so sweet! Well now you’ll be with us instead of watching from home. Isn’t that exciting?” Karina nodded eagerly again. “Really exciting!” Yet another face joined them and if she remembered correctly, he was Hanta Sero. “So what is it? What’s your quirk?” He asked her excitedly. “Oh um, I can shape-shift. Basically I can turn into any animal.” There were a few ‘ooo’s’ and ‘cool’s’, but the discussion was interrupted by Aizawa. “You’re supposed to be helping her study. Not bombarding her with questions. Everyone sit down and get back to work.” Everyone reluctantly went back to their seats and Karina and Mina spent the rest of class chatting and studying. Once class was over, Karina was walking out of the class with Mina when Kyoka Jiro joined them, smiling at Karina. “Hey! If you’re new, do they have a dorm set up for you yet? You’ll be living with us right?” Karina smiled back at her and nodded her head. “Yeah, I’ll be living in the dorms with you guys. I just don’t have my stuff moved in yet. I have to do it on my own because I came in so late and my parents are always working. Until I get everything moved in, I guess I’ll just be staying at home.” Kirishima walked up to them after overhearing what they were talking about. “I can help you move your stuff in if you want.” Sero, Bakugo and Kaminari were right behind him and Kaminari pushed himself right up between Jiro and Karina, winking at Karina playfully. “You can definitely count me in to help too. I’m always up for helping pretty girls.” Jiro rolled her eyes at his shameless flirt while Karina blushed and nudged him playfully. “You sure you won’t be too busy napping?” She teased, referring to his nap during class. Kaminari chuckled and shook his head. “Definitely not. I’ll be there.” He looked back at Bakugo and Sero. “You guys wanna help too?” Karina looked back at them as well and smiled when Sero nodded his head and agreed to also help. Bakugo, however, rolled his eyes. “I’ve got better things to do than help some extra.” Karina arched an eyebrow at him and was about to turn around and confront him, but Mina saw the look in her eyes, so she quickly looped her arm with Karina’s and started walking faster. “Let’s get to our next class before we’re late!”

The rest of the school day went by pretty normally. Karina spent most of her time with Mina and Jiro and throughout the rest of the day, she was able to officially meet the rest of her classmates and teachers. All the nerves that Karina had at the beginning of the day were long gone and she felt more welcome than she had anticipated. After classes had ended, she went with the rest of her class to the dorms where the girls were all too eager to give her a tour. Earlier in the day, Karina had spoken to Mr. Aizawa to find out which dorm room was going to be hers, so when she got to the dorms, she was eager to check it out. When she arrived at her dorm room near the end of the tour, she inspected it and tried to figure out how much of her stuff she'd be able to bring with her and what she’d have to leave at home. Once the tour was over, Karina decided to stay a bit longer, figuring it would be helpful to get some of her classwork done with the others before heading back home. Karina, Momo, Todoroki, Mina, Jiro, Shoji, and Ojiro were all sitting at one of the longer tables in the common area, working on classwork together. Momo was mostly helping Karina, but the others would chime in and also help here and there. Before it got too late though, Karina packed up her things into her backpack and reluctantly started to head for the door. “Thank you guys so much for today. I should get home before it gets too late though.” Mina frowned. “Awww already? You sure you can’t stay here?” Karina shook her head with a small frown that matched Mina’s. “I don’t have anywhere to sleep and I also didn’t bring another uniform. Maybe I can stay tomorrow and then this weekend we can move my stuff in.” Momo walked over, giving Karina a hug. “Sounds like a plan. I’m sure you can sleep with one of us tomorrow.” Karina hugged her back and nodded in agreement. She spotted Mineta behind Momo, waving his hand in the air. “I volunteer my room for her to stay in.” Karina narrowed her golden eyes at him. “Not in a million years, grape.” Mina rolled her eyes and pushed Mineta out of the way. “You can stay in my room with me tomorrow. Just don’t forget to bring an extra set of clothes. If you come by early enough in the morning, you can drop your stuff off in my room so you don’t have to carry them around all day.” Karina listened, her smile growing bigger as she became more and more excited. “Sounds perfect! I’ll come by in the morning then.” After saying her good-byes, Karina made her way out of the dorms, out of the school, and towards her home. Unlike on the way there, leaving the school to walk home took as long as it usually did, but the entire time she walked she thought about her day. She thought about all the people she had met, even the ones outside of her class, and she thought about all the friends she had already made. She couldn’t help but be happy at how welcoming almost everyone had been. It had been such a long time since she had been in a school where she wasn’t bullied, so being around so many people who welcomed her with open arms was a pleasant surprise. It worried her though, what would happen if they found out who she was, but she pushed those thoughts and worries out of her mind for the time being.

As she approached her house, her younger brother ran outside after having spotted her from the window. “Karina’s home! How was it?! Did you meet All Might?! Was he cool? What about Eraser Head?! Did you meet a bunch of heroes?” Karina laughed and caught her brother as he jumped at her, lifting him up and throwing him over her shoulder. “You know, you’re getting too big for this. Soon I’m not even gonna be able to pick you up Muroma.” He wiggled in his sisters grasp. “You’re not answering me!” She rolled her eyes and carried him into the house. “I’ll tell you everything while we eat, okay?” Karina put her brother down and he rushed to the dinner table while she closed the front door behind her. She made her way into the house, taking her shoes off at the door before she hurried up to her room to drop off her backpack and change into more comfortable clothes. Once she was done, she headed back downstairs where her father and her brother were sitting at the dinner table. “Where’s mom?” Karina asked as she took her place across the table from her brother who was shoveling food into his mouth. “She’s getting some rest before she has to go back into work in a few hours. Muroma, slow down.” Their father sighed slightly as he looked at his son and then turned his attention back to Karina, smiling as he spoke. “How was your first day pumpkin? Sorry I couldn’t see you off this morning. I had a meeting I had to get to.” Karina waved a hand dismissively while shaking her head slightly. “It’s fine dad. I figured there was something important happening at work, but my first day was great. Everyone was so kind.” Karina tucked some hair behind her ears that were each pierced three times and began eating while her father sighed in relief. “Good. I’m glad everyone was nice to you. You know that was your mother and I’s main concern with you going to that school.” While Karina ate, she slowed down slightly, a nervous look on her face. “Well, they don’t exactly know who I am.” “What do you mean they don’t know Karina?” Her father questioned with a serious tone. “I asked the teachers not to say my last name, so they haven’t. So the students don’t know who I’m related to. The teachers do though and they’re all very kind and supportive.” Muroma had stopped eating and was now intently staring at his sister and father, watching their interaction. Their father sighed heavily and was quiet for a few moments before he gave a small nod. “I see. Well, you’re going to do whatever you think is best, but I think you should be honest with them. Even if it’s just one person, you shouldn’t keep it a secret. I know it’s a scary thing to admit with everything that’s happened in the past, but these kids are older than the others who bullied you and they’re also training to become heroes. I have a feeling they’ll be more accepting than the kids from all those years ago.” He stood up from his seat while gathering his plate and then walked over to Karina and kissed the top of her head. “Do what you think is right sweetheart.” He walked away into the kitchen, leaving Karina and Muroma alone.

The two siblings were quiet for a few minutes, both of them eating their food until Muroma set his utensils down and looked over at his older sister. “Dad’s right. You should be honest with them. They’re supposed to be heroes right? They wouldn’t bully you.” Karina stopped eating, staring down at her almost empty plate as she listened to her brother. “I know. I just need time to work up the courage to do it. You know it’s not exactly the easiest thing to admit to who our sister is.” She went quiet and then shook her head, trying to shake the nervous thoughts from her mind before she looked over at her brother. “I met All Might.” Muroma grinned widely. “Tell me everything!” Karina giggled and spent the next hour talking to her brother about all the Pro Hero teachers she had met and how they acted. The entire time, Muroma was mesmerized by everything she was telling him, excited that his sister had met so many incredible people. After she had finished telling her brother everything, it was time for him to go to bed so she shooed him off to his room while she did the dishes from dinner. The entire time she was doing the dishes, she thought about what her father and brother had said, thinking about who she would tell and what she would even say to them. Once the dishes were done, Karina walked up to her room and pulled out her classwork, finishing up the last bits that she didn’t get to with the others. After finishing the rest of her classwork she got ready for bed and packed her stuff up for the next day, remembering to get another set of clothes for when she slept over in Mina’s room. Finally she climbed into bed and laid down, pulling the blankets on top of her with a heavy sigh. She reflected on her day one last time and smiled to herself before she slowly fell asleep.

[subakuryu]

In honor of the canonical birthday for Yark's main villain for Team Prototype - Ezskar (Dec 24), I had drawn the traditional sketch yesterday of my character Nido being briefed on a future project of Ezskar's. And I also felt compelled to write a lil something to accompany the picture, which turned out to go way, WAY further than I had intended. So enjoy this currently untitled brainspew.

Oh... And the digital sketch came way before the pencil sketch that was originally an attempt to work on a grumpy expression... which then became a full body sketch that required full made up context for the annoyed expression. And now it's sorta woven into this crack story that I finished some minutes ago before the 24th ends.

Again... Enjoy the madness below!

____(Start)_____

*Phew-!*

A needlix exhales in relief as he pulls himself up off the floor from beneath a block of pipes, gears and wires galore. Now on his feet, his arms sit akimbo as he assesses his handiwork - a cantankerous engine had landed itself in his corner of the station two days ago, and rightly so with the mileage on Techkanis-9 it had tallied up for well over a decade. Satisfied, he steps up on the front bumper and grabs the hood to lock it down in place.

"Well... I think that's about as much as ya need from me this mornin, eh clunker?" he grins, punctuating with a couple knocks on the hood. "S'bout time you retired, but your owners... Well they're bout as stubborn as I am" he chuckles.

Taking a moment to straighten a slouch and undoing stiffness in his neck with a crunch that'd make a chiropractor blush, he stares up at the clock above his workbench. 11:17.

"Ah... Good timin'" he mused aloud.

Lunchtime! Scanning his workspace, he stoops down to pick up the rest of his tools and proceeds to wipe them down with a towel and put them in their place one by one. He was buffing a wrench when a familiar rhythm came through the garage door.

*Tok Tok t-Tok tok*

His eyebrows sunk, while his pupils came up to meet them in a bonafide scowl. If the wall he was staring at had wallpaper, it'd peel.

"Ah... Good timin'" he repeats coated with equal parts annoyance and resignation.

A nostril whistles as he takes a deep breath and a louder knock returns to fill in that gap of silence.

"Yeah I'll be right there. Gimme a moment," he announces plainly exercising restraint on his grumpiness as he tosses a dirtied rag onto the bench and makes his way to the garage door panel.

A magnetic key hangs attached to the controls as he thumbs the button to raise the sliding door and up it rises with a hum.

Slowly the brighter light of the hall begins to flood in from beneath the metal curtain, and a shadow starts to print onto the workshop floor. Just as the door clears 3 feet, a bulbous, spiky silhouette streaks in from underneath and launches at the needlix - maw open and *hungry*!

"Wha-!" the needlix barely gets out through clenched teeth before his arms reach out to grapple the chitinous assailant as his weight rocked back onto his tail - his legs losing purchase of the floor. His left shoulder and head checked against the wall, his spiny headset dislodged askew.

Eyes wide in shock at all that had transpired in a blink of an eye, the needlix's mind sprinted to catch up with the situation after a few ragged breaths. Familiar gurgling noises arose from the form wriggling in his stranglehold.

"...h-hey, Chompski..." he manages to sputter as he frees one arm to realign his headset.

"rrrRrRRRrRghh~"

"Yeah? Can y'not though?" he pleads with nervous laughter while patting the overgrown mutant clam.

The semi-sentient appendage seems to click apologetically as it begins to withdraw in a rising motion allowing the needlix's boots to reunite with the floor.

With Chompski clearing his line of sight, it unveils a grinning silhouette half-ducked underneath the partially open entry, the emerald green glow of a synthetic swirl-eyed lense making for an easy focal point of attention. Unnervingly so.

"Ezskar," the needlix flatly addressed the imp of an employer.

"As expected of a pro muck warfare player! Impeccable reflexes, Nido!" the shadow sung through his smile as he gave a polite golf clap. "I'd apologize about the 'forced entry' but IT decided to wake up as I got close. I'd blame the fact that it positively reeks of productivity in here. And by productivity, I mean stale coffee" he snickers, gesturing with a hand as if he was whiffing a fine fragrance.

"RrrRrwryyyeargh!" vocalized Chompski as it wriggled in seeming agreement, before all of a sudden it froze in place - its eyeless gaze staring at Nido's right side.

Both Ezskar and Nido pause in anxious silence and in unison traced the line to Nido's right hand, still clutching a newly buffed wrench despite the short altercation.

Marveling at that detail, Nido absentmindedly brings the wrench in front of him to stare at it in disbelief, which Chompski follows with uncanny, locked-on precision. Nido now noticing this, starts slowly waving the wrench around. Still entranced.

Nido blinks, and looks to Ezskar who returns the gaze with a furrowed brow. Nido's tail tip begins to sway, a wicked grin steadily twists onto his cheeks showing rows of sharp crooked teeth, as his eyebrows near float up to the ceiling with diabolical delight.

"N-Ni... Don't you dare," Ezskar's composure flounders. "If you like your pay, you better stay as smart as you usually are" he threatens all the while tugging on his prodigal tether to wrestle it back under his control.

Nido takes another deep breath through what was probably the smuggest his face ever contorted in his lifetime as the metaphorical devil horns receded back into his skull.

"Hahhhh... I guess I do like my pay," he smirks as he tucks his right hand behind his back. "Well? What can I do for ya, Ezskar?"

Ezskar let's go of his tail as he straightens his attire and sweeps back his hair. "Ehem... The new project. The one I left a voicemail about this morning?"

"This morning?" Nido scratches his head as he gazes up at the ceiling for his memories. He ruminates for a moment before realizing he could just check his cell logs. Pulling the unit from his vest, he finds a call from Ezskar... At 3:49AM.

"...Ah. This morning," Nido mutters as he vaguely remembers being interrupted during his morning ritual of downing multiple pots of coffee to function for the rest of the day.

"I missed it. Sorry bout that."

"I'll let it slide,"  Ezskar dismisses with a wave of his arm producing a tablet in hand which he begins fanning himself with. He strolls up to the inner garage door control panel and restarts opening the door.

"I'm here with a lot more details about it all since I left the message anyway..."

Ezskar turns on the makeshift fan, and takes a moment to peruse the screen, before tossing it at Nido.

"Alleyoop!"

Nido catches it with his left hand and begins taking a look.

Ezskar chuckles as he starts heading out the now gaping garage entrance. "There's a lot to discuss, so let's walk n talk to the mess hall, hmm? It is lunchtime afterall."

Nido doesn't answer but absentmindedly follows Ezskar out. Pulling his inner garage panel key out with his teeth and deftly dropping it into an open vest pocket, he lumbers out into the hall hunched over the plans, his eyes already taking in and considering the logistics of a new large scale multi-layered containment field with lots of bells and whistles. His body on autopilot, he fumbles with his wrench toting right hand to get the garage door closed while he's already planning on how to approach and lead this new project.

"And you want this done... In a month? I may 'reek of productivity,' Ezskar, but I think you've whiffed those fumes too deeply," Nido states with skepticism plastered on his grizzly mug - his lower jaw waggling as if he was discreetly cleaning his teeth.

"I'm willing to haggle, Nido. I got big plans. BIIIG plans! And you're going to help me. That I can assure you..." Ezskar smirked tossing quick glance back before facing forward again. "And...! I'll be sure to pay you very, very well!" Ezskar rubs his fingers together signing the many dollar signs of to be expected.

Nido's chin waggles again for a few moments before he speaks again.

"So you're gonna pay me very well for this new containment project, huh? How much are we talkin?" he says in a very probing manner.

"Hmmmm... I think maybe even triple your current pay? ...yes, triple. If you do as good a job I expect you to do," Ezskar muses aloud.

Nido snorts a bit. "Triple my pay you say?" he inquires louder.

At this point, the two are just now reaching the entrance to the mess hall as Ezskar turns around to address Nido.

"Triple guaranteed! So long as you make this project run on schedule" Ezskar states as he holds a suction-cupped hand out. "Deal?"

Nido locks eyes with Ezskar for a moment as he hands over the tablet into the open palm, but not letting go of the unit.

"Deal," Nido says with an overly warm, beaming smile.

An inexplicable chill runs down Ezskar's spine about that answer. "Wonderful," he utters cautiously. "You can let go of the tablet now, Nido."

"Oh! I will, but before I do..."

Ezskar's brow furrows as he reiterates what was said, "Before you do...?"

Nido's grin grows wider - reminiscent of a grin Ezskar saw back at the workshop. Nido leans closer to Ezskar's height looking past Ezskar's right shoulder.

Ezskar for a moment is about to push the question stepping back to look at Nido's face when his eyes catch a gleam past Nido's leaning right shoulder.

Behind his back... a wrench waves threateningly and Ezskar's eyes widen in sheer terror.

"N-no. NO. NIDO DON'T Y--"

"Chompskiii!" Nido calls as he let's go of the tablet and winds up for a pitch...

Chompski at full attention locks-on already yanking Ezskar around at the wild flailing motions...

"NIDO. NIDO STOP. I WILL F..."

"FETCH!!!" Nido bellows with a wild look in his eye

And in a blur, Nido's right hand is empty while a flash of pink streaks into the mess hall as a commotion erupts.

For a moment, Nido takes in the chaos that has begun past the swinging doors, before giving a satisfied huff as he starts strolling back to his workshop, blueprints and schematics in mind.

"Down payment received! The month starts now!"

---(END)----

Now... Barring the smiling betrayal at the mess hall which all started because the wrench and Chompski wanted to stay relevant for story continuity sake, I feel like I'm satisfied with the characterization I've got goin for Nido. I'm also wondering if this version of Ezskar that my brain produced feels on brand with him being a proper villain.

Bless his mutant, quasisentient tail!

[nanowrimo]

Pro Tips from a NaNo Coach: How to Make It Through the Month

NaNoWriMo can seem like a daunting task sometimes, for NaNo newbies and veterans alike. Fortunately, our NaNo Coaches are here to help guide you through November! Today, author Aisha Saeed is here to share her advice on how to take care of yourself while you’re writing:

Welcome to week two of NaNoWriMo! I’m honored to be a coach this month because NaNoWriMo is how I found the determination and motivation to finish my debut young adult novel, Written In The Stars. In the hopes of paying it forward here are some quick tips that helped me I hope will help you!  

1. Write with a friend! 

Back in 2009 when I was working on my novel, a friend introduced me to NaNoWriMo. She asked if I wanted to take it on together. A month to complete a 50,000 word novel felt like a huge task and I was pretty sure I couldn’t do it, but having a friend made all the difference. We cheered each other on, met up for coffee dates, and when we couldn’t meet up we texted each other about word counts for the day. If you don’t have a friend to write with, it’s not too late! Check out the NaNoWriMo forums and look at the meet ups that might be happening near you. It’s a great way not only to write together with others, but to perhaps make a friend or two. 

2. Be bold and proud about taking on NaNoWriMo this month. 

It can be intimidating to announce you’re writing a novel. I encourage you to share it with the world! At the very least make sure to let friends and family know. A 50,000 word novel requires time away and to yourself to do what you need to do. It means sometimes you’ll say no to a hang out or a sporting event. Let those close to you know about this huge undertaking and ask for their support. As a mama to three boys, I let my partner know we’ll be eating a bit more take out than usual and the house will be messier. It’s okay! The dishes will always pile up—but NaNoWriMo is a month for you to do something for you. 

3. Front load your word count when you can. 

I said this before and I’ll say it again: 50,000 words in the span of one month, which also includes Thanksgiving holidays, is hard. Whenever I do NaNoWriMo, I never get any writing done around Thanksgiving because family is visiting and there are turkeys to be baked and stuffing to be chopped. Now, I plan ahead. I make sure to block out days I know I won’t get any writing done and find less busy days to get that extra word count in to make sure I hit my goal. Then, if I do get some time during Thanksgiving to write, it’s a bonus but I’m not hard on myself for enjoying the holidays and taking some time off. 

4. Write through the UGH! 

First drafts are hard. First drafts are ugly. I’m currently working on my ninth novel and I’m sorry to report this fact remains as true as it ever did. There are going to be many times this month you will feel discouraged by your writing and the story. Taking an idea that’s rested beautifully in your mind’s eye and tackling it onto a page is never easy. Your book will improve with time, but first drafts are not about getting the story perfect. They are about getting the words down, creating a ‘lump of clay’ that you will shape into the story that it will ultimately be. I’ve learned to write through the ugly first draft by allowing myself permission to acknowledge this.  

As I write first drafts, I literally write in parenthesis this: (UGH). After a bad chapter or sentence just to vent the frustration about how hard it is, and how bad the sentence or chapter is, I write (UGH) to acknowledge, yes this isn’t what I had in mind, and then I give myself permission to let it go and keep on going. Another author friend highlights the bad sentences as she goes to remember to focus on them on the next round, while yet another friend leaves comments on her document with notes about something to look into more once the first draft is done. This is by no means necessary, but if you feel you are avoiding writing because of how bad the writing feels—take heart that nearly every writer I’ve ever asked feels exactly the same way, and if you need a little short cut to give your permission to write ugly drafts, take it!

Aisha Saeed is the New York Times bestselling author of WRITTEN IN THE STARS, which was listed as a best book of 2015 by Bank Street Books and a 2016 YALSA Quick Pick For Reluctant Readers. She is also the author of the middle grade novel AMAL UNBOUND, which was a Summer 2018 Indie Next Pick and an Amazon Best Book of the Month; has received starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly and Kirkus; and was a Global Read Aloud for 2018. She has a forthcoming picture book, BILAL COOKS DAAL. Aisha is also a founding member of the nonprofit We Need Diverse Books™.

[notalwaysthevillian]

A Different Side of Hogwarts

Warnings: Arguing

Word Count: ~1.6k

Pairings: Platonic LAMP at the moment

Masterlist

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

“We need more time to finish your gift?” Roman hissed as soon as he and Logan were out of the Hufflepuff common room. “We don’t have time to make something for him!”

“Then we’ll have to find the time.” Logan’s thoughts drifted to the stunning smile on Patton’s face as he watched them open their gifts. “He did something thoughtful for the three of us, it’s only fair that we return the favor. Patton deserves that.”

Letting out a sigh, Roman moved to stand in front of the Ravenclaw. “What do you suggest we do?”

“While the three of you are off to Astronomy, I’ll be doing some research to determine the best gift. We can convene at dinner.”

“Patton will notice if we don’t eat with him.” Roman pointed out. “We’re his squad.”

“His...what?”

“Nevermind.” Roman groaned. “How do you plan on slipping out of the Great Hall?”

“You don’t have to worry, I already have a few plans for that.” Logan adjusted his glasses. “Or do you forget that I share a house with one of Patton’s sisters?”

After running a hand through his hair, Roman said, “Yeah, they can distract him. But you need to find something so extraordinary as a gift that he won’t suspect that we forgot.”

“Leave it to me.”

They continued the rest of their walk in silence, splitting off to their respective towers when they reached the fourth floor.

Logan walked up to the eagle and looked up, waiting for the riddle.

“What gets broken without being held?” The knocker asked in its deep tone.

A smile spread across Logan’s face. Sometimes the riddles were too easy. “A promise.”

“Correct.”

The door swung open. He walked into the common room, passing a group of third years studying by the fireplace. They were quietly arguing over whether or not the pronunciation of a spell would change its effects.

“Logan, right?” Turning his head, Logan found Missy studying at one of the many desks around the common room. A fellow Ravenclaw sat next to her, highlighting a few terms in her notes. “You’re Patton’s friend.”

Internally wincing at the word ‘friend’, he nodded. “Yes. I was actually looking for you.”

“Oh? Did you need some studying tips?”

“No, um…” Logan figured it was best to get it all out. “There’s been an upset in our little friend group. Some of us were not aware that we wer-are...that we are friends.”

Missy tilted her head in the same way that Patton did. “What exactly do you mean?”

“Unfortunately, none of us prepared a Christmas gift for Patton.” The dead stare Missy gave him made Logan wince. “We’re trying to fix it. But we need Patton’s attention off of us during dinner so that we can do something for him.”

“Yeah, Imogene and I can do that.” Missy said, not taking her gaze off of Logan. “But you better come up with something good for him. He talked about you guys the entire break, hoping to invite you over during the summer. And if I can offer some advice?”

“Please.”

“He likes things made with love. It doesn’t have to look good, it just has to have heart.”

Playing with the strap on his bag, Logan nodded. “Right.”

As she turned back to her studies, Logan darted up to his room. He quickly put the contents of his bag away, emptying the whole thing out, before leaving for the library. He passed Patton and Virgil on the stairs, giving them a wave and a smile.

Walking into the library, he noticed his brother talking to Virgil’s brother. Preston looked slightly annoyed and Logan had to hide a smile. Remy had that effect on people.

The librarian was at the front desk, her attention turned towards a group of rowdy sixth years in the back corner. She merely raised an eyebrow and the group instantly quieted down.

“Excuse me?”

Calypso turned, a smile gracing her face. “Ah, one of my favorite Ravenclaws. How can I help you Logan?”

“Do you have any books on gift giving? Or gifts in general? They don’t even have to be magical.”

A laugh fell from her mouth. “Forget a Christmas present?”

“Yes.” He admitted, feeling a little bit of heat in his cheeks.

She stood up and walked with purpose. Logan followed closely behind her, having trouble keeping up despite her small stature.

“Here you go.” Waving her wand, Calypso produced a book from the top shelf. “It’s the only one we have.”

“Thank you.”

“Let me know if you need anything else!”

Settling himself down in a quiet corner of the library, Logan started to read.

Only to have his book yanked out of his hands.

“Who did you forget?” Remy asked, flicking through the pages.

Logan jumped up, reaching for his book. Remy simply held it higher.

“None of your business.”

“C’mon, Lo, let me help.”

Quickly weighing the pros and cons in his head, Logan sighed. “Fine, but only if you promise to actually help.”

Remy held his free hand in the air. “Scout’s honor. Now what’s up?”

“Virgil, Roman, and I were unaware of how much Patton considered us friends.” Logan started.

“Ohhh.” Remy leaned against the bookshelf. “Let me guess. The three of you didn’t get him anything and he got you guys something.”

“Not just something.” Logan let out a deep breath. “He got us the perfect gifts, tailored to each of our interests.”

Remy winced. “Ouch. You need something really good to make it up to him.”

“I know, that’s what I’m looking for!”

A cough from Calypso had the two quieting down.

“Any ideas would be helpful.” Logan said, finally grabbing the book out of his brother’s grasp.

“Perhaps I can assist?” The Pages turned, seeing Preston standing there. He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “My apologies for eavesdropping, but I heard my brother’s name. And then I couldn’t help but listen.”

“So you heard everything then? Do you have any ideas?” Logan realized how close he was to begging, but he didn’t care at this point.

Preston nodded. “From what Virgil has said about Patton, he seems like he’d enjoy something handmade. A card is one of the easiest things to do. You can make it on your own. Your Gryffindor friend seems artsy, he could probably draw something. And you can each customize a message to him.”

“You’re a genius, Pres.” Remy grinned, throwing an arm over his shoulders.

Rolling his eyes, Preston shoved him off. “It’s Preston.”

“Thank you, Preston.” Before his brother could tease him anymore, he left the library to head back up to his room.

Logan had just enough time to scribble down a draft of his message for Patton before dinner. Scrap of paper in the pocket of his robes, he followed Missy into the dining hall. She headed over and grabbed her brother immediately.

“Alright, let’s go.”

The three of them disappeared, grabbing a quick sandwich on the way out.

“Okay, so the Ravenclaw common room?” Roman asked as they headed into the hallway.

“As if you could answer the riddle.”

“I thought we were working together.” Virgil asked, quirking an eyebrow. “We can’t do that if we argue.”

“It’s not my problem if he isn’t smart enough.”

“Yeah, well I’m not giving up the Gryffindor password either!”

Before the two could start what promised to be a loud fight, Virgil grabbed their arms. “Okay, one - this is for Patton. He wouldn’t want us to fight. Two - we’re working together on this, so shut up and get along. Three - we’ll just use my room, it’s closest anyway.”

The two of them nodded, before Roman brought up an excellent point. “What if Patton comes to find us?”

“One of us can keep watch.” Logan started for the Hufflepuff common room. “I can quickly explain my idea and if we agree, I’ll keep an eye out first.”

As soon as Virgil’s door was closed, Logan explained his idea, letting Virgil know that his brother had helped. The three of them agreed on it, since it was something quick, yet meaningful. Virgil grabbed some paper while Roman pulled out various packs of coloring supplies.

“You know what these are, Nightmare?” Roman teased, waving some crayons in the air.

Rolling his eyes, Virgil grabbed them. “Roseart sucks.”

“They do not!”

“Do too!”

Logan peeked his head in. “Ahem. The card?”

The two boys blushed before returning to the task at hand.

Within just a few minutes it was a disaster.

“You spilled glitter everywhere!”

“Patton likes colorful and glittery.”

“Are you sure you’re not just staring at your reflection in his glasses?”

“What happened?”

“Logan, tell him there’s too much glitter.”

“Roman, there’s too much glitter.”

As the three of them argued, they completely missed another person entering the room. Until said person started to squeal.

“OH, you guys are making me a card?!”

All arguing stopped as they froze like a deer in headlights.

“I thought you were talking to your sisters?” Logan asked, trying to block the card from view.

Patton tilted his head, a smile on his face. “I was, but then I noticed you guys weren’t there. Sometimes Virgil doesn’t like to eat, so I was going to bring him some food.”

Tugging on Logan’s sleeve, Roman expertly passed him a marker without Patton noticing. “If you’d just give us two minutes, Pat? I can keep you company in the other room.”

“Okay!”

As they left, Logan started scribbling down his message. Virgil looked over, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Pour your heart out why don’t you.”

“What?”

Glancing over, Logan realized Virgil and Roman had written much shorter messages. He could feel the heat burning in his cheeks. He couldn’t think of a proper retort to Virgil’s comment, so he just continued writing.

Once they’d finished, they presented the card to Patton. Tears filled his eyes as he read everyone’s messages. Despite Logan’s halfhearted protests, Patton gave him a big hug, getting glitter all over his robes. He drew Virgil and Roman in too.

“Thank you guys.”

“Pat, I wanted to apologize.” Roman said as they separated. “We all didn’t think to get you something for Christmas, and we should have.”

Patton laughed through his slowing tears. “You might have forgotten, but the fact that you took the time to make this says so much. So thank you.”

They all shared a smile, knowing that they’d be hanging out again very soon.

[r-ahh-mi]

He // Chapter 5

Prompt  II Chapter 1 II Chapter 2  II  Chapter 3 II Chapter 4

Pairing: Rami Malek x OC (Beth)

Warnings: Smoking & swearing,

Word Count: 1.9k

Tag: @hazeleyedbeth @sassystrawberryk @amcquivey @cleopatra-knowles @lovelymalekk @mezzomercury @sherlollydramoine @rami-malek-trash @xmxisxforxmaybe  @soothysayer

-

Here we were. Two people who once adored the other with such intensity and passion and love that it was nearly vomit inducing for others to watch how incredibly in love they were, and now we were like strangers--no, worse than strangers. Strangers can at least share a little laugh, friendly greeting, or smile and still feel comfortable about that, but having him just be near me was sending a chill up my neck that was uncomfortable for me to dwell in. Thank god for the square that was nearing its end as it sat between my index and middle finger. Surely it was the one thing to calm my nerves right now, but even then I hated how I felt. I hated how much this boy used to make me feel loved, welcomed, and safe, and now he made me feel awkward, cold, and, all together, just a numerous amount of unpleasant feelings. 

Rami soon joined me in taking in deeps breaths of our own cigarettes. The smoke drifted from his lips as his chest would cave in and his body would release whatever he was so needing to let go of. The fumes were tickling my nose as I smelled his favorite brand of menthol's drift through the air. He was always one for the minty cigarettes.

-

*Flashback*

“Ya know, the better your cigarettes taste the harder they are to kick down the road.” Rami shot me a smirk as he inhaled a hit of smoke as I was desperately clinging my black suede jacket against my body as the unexpected snowfall began to pour over Indiana, sending harsh wind directly into my face.

Just then Rami exhaled and looked directly over at me. “And who says I plan on quitting?”

I shrugged, “I guess you’re right, but I for sure know I will quit one day.”

“Oh yeah.” Rami cocked his eyebrow as we both slowed our previous walking pace to a halt. “Why would you want to quit?”

“For my child.”

Rami’s eyes widened as his lips parted and I could tell he was freaking out. “No! No! No Rami, I’m not saying i’m--god, no I'm not pregnant. I was strictly speaking about the future when I want kids, not right now.”

Instantly his tensed body relaxed back down as his shoulders visibly fell back into their usual place. “Oh thank god. I was--Oh fuck I was freaking out there for a second,” Rami said, running a hand through his thick curls that were beginning to dampen due to the large snowflakes.

“I’m sorry.” Though I was truly sorry, his reaction was priceless and caused me to elicit a few laughs along my path to giving him a side hug which he gladly returned.

“God damn it woman.” Rami mumbled, shaking his head playfully as he smiled while holding the smoke between his lips as he fished around for another cigarette in the front pocket of his jeans.

After the nerves and laughter had left, we continued on walking the path set in between our schools academic buildings and dorm buildings. The route was scenic and park-like, making it feel comfortable and relaxing as the two of us strolled, hand in hand, until we reached the locked main door to my dorm building. Rami had graciously offered to walk me home after my class seeing as I got done with class and he got done with his part time job at the same time that night. We somehow turned the evening into a date night. Spending way too much time getting high in the park set about a block away from the building my class was held in. I suppose it didn’t help that we ended up making out on a bench as well--who knows how long that lasted. 

“So kids, huh?”

I looked over at him curiously, “What about them?”

“How many do you want? One? Two? Twelve?”

I laughed at his absurdity, “ Did you really just jump from two to twelve?”

Rami’s shoulders jumped up as he let out a short chuckle while he dragged his eyes over to mine as he started on his second cigarette. “Answer my question.”

“At least two.”

He nodded approvingly. “Why two?”

“I don’t want an only child. Only children grow up to be--well--odd.”

He couldn’t help but let exhale raspily with a cough to go with it as he attempted to contain the laughter that was combing through his dry throat. “Aren’t you an only child?”

“Yeah and look how odd I am!”

Rami nibbled on his bottom lip as he watched me. The harsh outdoor lighting was hitting my eyes rather harshly, making me squint and hold a hand across my vision in an attempt to give my eyes a break, but I wasn’t left to make due for long. Rami placed his hands around my waist, letting his fingers spread widely along my heavily clothed body as he turned us around so he was now facing the harsh light.

“I like two. Two is a good number,” Rami finished, letting a soft, boyish grin smother his lips.

I could tell he was thinking because of how quiet he was. Whatever it was it seemed pleasant as he stared at me dreamily, finishing off his cigarette and offering me the last inhale for the square before it was smaller than the size of a dime.

“What are you thinking about?”

In response, Rami bit his lip even harder as he flicked the butt onto the black top ground and then shook his head. “I don’t think you want to know.”

This peaked my curiosity. Of course I wanted to know. I wanted to know every little thought that floated into this dreamy boys brain no matter how awful or disgusting or sad it could be. 

“Tell me.” My tone was soft as my hand came up to his coat covered arm, lovingly caressing it with my finger tips, up and down.

He pondered for a second. Weighing the pros and extreme con’s should I react in anyway that wasn’t positive. He was terrified of messing this up. Not just this conversation, but in general. This was one of those “too good to be true” situations that he was simply waiting to crash and burn, however the burn hadn’t come, at least not yet.

“Alright-”

“Yes! Tell me, tell me, tell me, te-”

Rami removed a hand from around my waist to press a finger to my lips, instantly making me go quiet.

“I’ll tell you, but you can’t think I'm weird or anything.”

“As if I don’t think you’re weird already?,” I scoffed playfully as my other hand worked its way up and around to the back of his neck. Feeling the damp ends of his hair through my gloves as I felt his neck relax back into my palm.

“I’ll shut up--just tell me.”

He nodded, blinking slowly. “I was just thinking of--uh--you know..having a family of my own.”

I was immensely confused. “And how is that weird? That’s not weird at all.”

“It is. Trust me it is.” Rami nodded, taking his eyes off of me to stare down at the small necklace wrapped around my neck, but I was quick to grab his attention as my hand moved from his neck to his chin, lifting it lightly.

“Tell me.”

He look scared. At that time I wasn’t sure of what, but now it was clear; one-thousand percent clear why and I would’ve been scared to say it to. I give him a lot of props for even bringing it up, but I suppose he must have felt that there was a large chance I would respond positively, despite how scared he was. And that is something that still makes my stomach bubble and my heart warm up, because, even though we hadn’t known each other very long at this point, he still was feeling exactly what I was feeling at that time too.

“I was thinking about having a family with you--now i know that’s crazy cause we’ve only been together six months, but  I-”

My feelings were bursting with so much love for this boy that I had to stop this agonizing pain he was putting himself through with his ramblings and self doubt and self consciousness; my lips couldn’t move fast enough to his.

But that’s just how easy it was with him. It was never work to call what we had a relationship and it was never something that I felt I had to make time for or make sure I was doing right because he never made me second guess what I was doing. If we both worked and had class all day long, we took five minutes to see each other and just relish in one another. If we had a minor disagreement about something, then we took time to see the others point of view. It was easy, so fucking easy. But I guess that should’ve been a red glad for me. Nothing is quite that easy and flowing in life. It’s just impossible. Things will crack and break on their own time, but it absolutely will happen, that i’m sure of now, it’s just--I sort of had this..I don’t know…  hope that maybe we could fix what we broke and glue or mend or--I don’t fucking know. Something! Anything to help put us back together, but that’s difficult when you can’t think of a single reason as to why things were broken in the first place or even what was broken.

-

“Beth...Beth..”

Finally, a loud cough pulled me back from my haze of past positive memories that were once floating through my brain.

“You okay?”

That voice. There it was again. I felt my breath pull sharply inside of my body, making my heart skip a beat or two as it raced back up to catch what it had lost. 

I looked over at him with disbelief, not fully believing or trusting my mind that I had actually heard him say words to me, but he was looking at me expectantly, waiting for an answer and I wasn’t sure my mind was capable at the moment of creating some sort of normal response.

I was correct in thinking this was as my lips parted to speak, but trembled furiously as if a sudden gust of cold had made my teeth chatter. Rami looked at me confused - he noted my reaction and I could see it in his eyes that he was wondering how we had gotten this way, just as I had thought the same exact thing for the tenth or so time tonight.

“Are you afraid of me or something?”

I shook my head quickly as he braved the distance between us and let his fingertips gently lay flat on my arm. He was attempting to comfort me; obviously my reaction was scaring him just as much as it was scaring me.

Rami quickly shifted his hand back to rest at his side as he brought his eyes back down to his shoes - they must be fascinating things you’d think by all the time he’s spent looking at them. 

“I was just going to say that our order is probably ready.” 

My lips formed into an ‘o’ shape as I realized the accuracy of his words which quickly made me dart inside the warm brick building.

[starkatana]

I Want You (Part 2)

~Part 1~

Summary:

Your mom stops by to visit and makes a deal.

Angst

Dabi x Reader

Note:

I was in the mood to write something angsty, so using this prompt list by @gvgvdans . I tried my best to incorporate most of them into the story.

Also I listened to a lot of Alison Wonderland when writing this!

I Want U – Alison Wonderland

Hope you enjoy it!

The next day, you arrive at the coffee shop at the time your mom agreed on. Going inside, you see that your mom is talking to someone at the table.

“Hi, mom.”

“Honey! Good, you're here! This is Greg." She gestures to him across the table. "Greg, this is my daughter that I've been telling you all about!”

“Hi, I've heard so much about you.” he gets up and extends a hand to you.

“Hello.” You shake it a bit confused.

“Your mom showed me your pictures, but they don't do you justice.”

“Uhm?”

“Please sit what would you like to drink? It's on me.”

“Uh?” Your eyes shift between him and your mom. “Just surprise me.”

“You sure?”

“I trust you.” You give him your best charming smile. He walked away, and you faced your mom with a fury in your eyes. “Mom.”

“Isn't he cute?”

“What the fuck?”

“Dear. You can't be single forever; you have to start dating.”

“Mom.” you grab the bridge of your nose. You never told her because you and your parents have never been on the best of terms that you didn’t even see the need to tell them anything. “I was dating someone, but we broke up last night.”

“Oh, well, isn't this just awkward.” She didn’t sound surprised. “Nothing like a rebound to bring you back!”

And she didn't look surprised, and that made you uneasy. “You didn't want to get coffee with me.”

“That's not true.”

“Then why is he here?”

“Two birds with one stone I wanted you to meet him he's one of your step dad's coworker's son, and I thought it'd be cute to set you two up. He's nice, is fabulously wealthy, comes from a well-respected family, and has a quirk that lets him manipulate DNA of viruses and with your healing quirk you could have babies with the ultimate healing quirk.”

You roll your eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Please do this for me dear I'm not getting any younger I just want to see you happy in a successful relationship, just trust me on this one.” She goes to reach for your hand, and you quickly get up from the table when he comes back with your drink.

“I got you a dirty chai if that's okay?”

“Thank you,” you begin, “but-”

Your mom kicks you from under the table and gives you a stern look.

You shoot her a glare from across the table, and when you look back at him, you try to be kind because it wasn’t his fault your mom was a nightmare.

“Greg, I’m sorry, but I’m not really looking for a relationship, my boyfriend and I just broke up yesterday, and I’m not just looking to date right now.”

“Y/n!” your mom, whines.

You give her a disgusted look.

“Oh! I’m so sorry to hear that.” He says, obviously uncomfortable, “I’ll just see myself out.”

“I’m sorry.” You apologize.

He nods and waves good-bye before leaving.

“Y/n!”

You sit back down and lean across the table and in a menacing whisper say, “Never pull that shit again.” You sit back and continue in a normal voice and tone. “It's rude and annoying. You have no right to set me up on a blind date without my permission.” You tap the cup in your hand. “I'm pissed, and this is why we don’t talk.”

“Honey.” Your mom rolls her eyes. “You need to stop working so much, settle down, have some kids, etc. etc.”

“Yeah cause that worked so well for you the first time.”

“Y/n!”

“What? It's true you and dad divorced and remarried because you both wanted to ‘settle down,’ but being heroes got in the way of you ‘settling down.’”

“That's where we're different. You don't want to be a hero. You're doing it right. Just go on one date with him.”

“No! Dammit, mom. Are you even listening? My boyfriend and I broke up yesterday! The last thing I want to do is start dating again!”

“What you think Dabi could love you? A fucking criminal, y/n?” she spat. Her eyes got wide, realizing her mistake, and she covered her mouth.

There is no way she would or should know about Dabi. How did she?

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing.” She had nothing left to say as she tried to gather her things up.

You get up and block her from getting up. “What the fuck did you do?”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Are you the reason why we broke up last night?”

She paused and then smiled, “Honey no but did you really think you would be happy living a life like that forever? I mean c'mon?” she gestured to you, “you’re young and beautiful, your quirk is amazing, anyone would be lucky to have you, and he couldn’t see that. He can’t love you.”

“Stop it. Just stop. I'm Sick and tired of listening to you: I'm going home and please don't contact me. Stay out of my life.”

“Where do you think you're going?”

“To find Dabi and to make things right.”

“He's a villain y/n you're lucky he hasn't been caught think about my job your families' job.”

“What if he's not? What if he's just a puppet and I'm the one pulling all the strings.”

Her eyes grew wide and was taken back.

“Tch. Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree after all.” You shrug, and you left the cafe. Your mom was a pro hero she could get into so much trouble for that, but it wasn't true, and you needed to fix things with Dabi before it was too late.

You found yourself on a bridge where you could see the city lights. Standing next to the side, you'd recognize that silhouette anywhere.

“I knew I'd find you up here.”

“Y/n?”

He looks up and over at you cigarette still hanging from his mouth. You couldn't see his face but the fact that he acknowledged you and turned towards you it felt like it was enough.

“You shouldn't be here. You should go.” He said looking back over the edge

“No Dabi I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.” You started walking towards him. “I know what happened I know you, and my mom must’ve made a deal, and it's bullshit. She’s manipulative and crazy. She’s had years to make things right between us, and this isn't it. I'm not going to let her ruin my life. Dabi I love you, and I'm not letting you break up with me.”

“Dollface. I was never in love with you. I was just using you."

“Tch.” you roll your eyes. “That's not true. That's not who you are.”

“And who the fuck do you think I am!?” he turns to face you. You can’t see his face, but you can hear his voice. It was shaking, and you could see his breathing was shallow and short. You knew you were right, and you weren’t going to stop.

“I know you're Dabi, the hard-ass villain who has his beliefs and hopes to change this society for the better. I know you like to do puzzles in the paper. You like to bury your nose in a crime book. You like stupid humor movies. I know you wouldn't spend your time on someone you don't think is interesting you wouldn't spend so much time with me if it weren't for my quirk and if it weren't for the fact that you cared deeply for me. I know you Dabi. You changed me for better or for worse I feel something with you something different, and I know you feel it too.” You put your hand on his bare arm where his sleeves were rolled up and the fact he didn't flinch away. “I don't know what you and that witch talked about, but I'm here, and I'm not letting her get in the way of us.”

“I want my life back. ”

“Excuse me?”

“When you're with me I have too much to lose. If I'm with you, it's not just my safety. It's yours. I can't always protect you and don't say you can protect yourself. I already know that, but there are some villains that are just merciless. Truth is y/n I don’t know if I can love you.”

You closed your eyes and felt tears form.

“Then that's it Dabi. If that's how you feel, then say the words again, and I'll leave you alone. I just want to hear you say it and have you mean it. And not read the script that my mother made you say. Tell me you want me gone and out of your life and we're done.”

The silence was tense; you were nervous, but in your heart, you knew you were right. Dabi loved you. There was no way your mom was right. There was no way, and then in a quick sweep, Dabi had you in his arms, and his lips were attached to yours. Warm tears hitting your cheeks he was crying. You kissed his back, pulling him close keeping things light while wishing they could get hot and heavy.

“I hate you, Doll Face.”

You smile and caress his face, “I know, but I love you.”

“I love you too that's why I left you and let your mom-“

“My mom doesn't know jack shit she doesn't run my life I do and Dabi I want you in my life, and I'm not scared of my mom and neither should you big bad Dabi oh god you laugh I can't believe you.”

“Can we start over? ”

You laugh. “No. But we can pick up right where we left off and only get better from here.”

He holds you tighter than ever. You take in his light cigarette mixed with autumn scent. Even if he was a villain, this felt so right.

“Let's go home.”

Flash forward to the present time your mom is outside the apartment door again.

“Get out.”

“Excuse me.”

“I said, ‘get out’ you're not wanted here.”

“We had a deal.”

“Yeah but your daughter isn't as easy as you thought she'd be to control. She's not a little kid anymore she can make her own decisions, and if anyone stands in the way, her happiness is going to have to answer to me. Do you want to have to answer to me?” Dabi cocked en eyebrow at her, as blue flames came off the tips of his fingers. “Bitch.”

She snarled and left your apartment Dabi closed the door.

“You do like me.”

“So? What about it?”

You shrug nothing, and you go back pretending like you're busy with something else. Catching one more glimpse of your boyfriend when he catches you starring you stick out your tongue, and he gets up and forcibly gives you a deep and longing kiss.

“I was wrong-”

“Wait, wait a second, say that again?”

“What?”

“I want to hear you say that again.”

“This is childish-”

“Say it or no sex.”

“I was wrong.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s the stuff.”