#mi bluetooth speaker

[techguys]

5 Portable Mini Bluetooth Speakers for Every Budget

Be it a house party, a pool party, casual hangout at home, a road trip or a hike, having the right type of music flowing around you makes a lot of difference. They add to the overall vibe and uplift the mood.

If you are someone who likes to carry their music everywhere they go then you have to invest in mini bluetooth speakers. They are compact and lightweight. You can easily toss them in your backpack and take them wherever you want. But finding the right speakers can be a task. Especially when the market is flooded with so many options.

If you are also thinking of buying the best bluetooth speakers and are not able to decide which one, then read on.

We have curated the following list of speakers for every budget that are travel friendly and powerful.

Stone 190

Portable & powerful - these bluetooth speakers are perfect for travel. The lightweight design and the ergonomic build gives it an edge.  Equipped with a 52mm dynamic driver, this mini speaker delivers immersive sound that will make any party lit. You can easily connect them with the device of your choice over bluetooth v5.0 and stream your favorite tunes. And if you do not want to use bluetooth, you can always use an AUX cable to establish a secure connection. This dual mode of connectivity gives you the freedom to choose and pair the device of your choice. Its powerful 800mAh battery offers a playback of up to 4H.

Be it a pool party or a trek up the mountains - feel free to take this speaker anywhere and everywhere you go. Don’t worry about any splashes of water doing any harm to your mini bluetooth speaker as it comes with an IPX7 water resistance rating.

Stone 1000 v2

Party all night long and enjoy impactful music with this portable speaker. The 14W stereo audio with a passive bass radiator brings your music to life and will instantly force everyone to join the dance floor. Designed by acoustic experts, it pumps out powerful stereo audio that is loud, clear and accurate. With this speaker, you have a choice to either stream music over bluetooth or establish a wired connection (meaning that this speaker supports both modes for connectivity - bluetooth and aux). The intuitive controls further add convenience and control to your listening experience. Whether it is a road trip or a casual hangout, this bluetooth speaker will keep on pumping out amazing music for up to 8h. The 3000mAh battery stays strong for this long. The IPX5 water & splash resistance rating keeps it safe from any accidents. So, feel free to take this mini bluetooth speaker anywhere and everywhere.

JBL Clubz 750

JBL has been around for quite some time. It is known for its amazing quality of products. This speaker also falls into the league of amazing JBL audio products. Equipped with dual equalizers, this speaker delivers impactful audio. You can also enjoy enhanced bass and switch up the bass by pressing the vol up & down button simultaneously. And if you want to take your party to another level, you can simply connect this with another clubz speaker and enjoy. The 2600mAh battery offers a playtime of up to 10H. And if you want to save battery, you can always use an aux to stream music from the device of your choice. The waterproof design with IPX7 rating is a relief. As it keeps the speakers protected from any accidental spills or splatters.

Mi Bluetooth Speaker

Sleek and classy, this speaker is designed for all the audiophiles out there. The smooth metal structure adds to the overall look & feel of the speaker. The two built-in speaker units in the speaker use strong NdFeB magnets paired with Ferrotec FRM4005 Ferrofluid cooling technology and a black anodizing oxide aluminum alloy diaphragm to make the music quality richer and truer.

What’s interesting about this speaker is that you can also use it to take hands-free calls. All thanks to the in-built mic 7 speaker. This adds convenience to your life as you do not have to switch devices. It offers an 8 hour playback time.

BoultAudio Bassbox

Get your hands on your ultimate portable music companion now! This bluetooth speaker is built for outdoors and indoors. The IPX5 rating givs you the freedom to carry your music to beaches or pools. The 10W speaker offers an amazing stereo sound which is occupied with a passive bass radiator. You can count on this speaker to provide you with amazing audio for 8 hrs straight! The dedicated controls for volume, music playback and calls help you stay in charge of your listening experience, always. So what are you still waiting for? Get your hands on your favorite travel companion now.

[welcometothedaddyissuescult]

jason todd headcanon

post-death jason is really bad at expressing his emotions and asking for help, but the thing is he fucking loves music. so, bruce hooks up a bluetooth sound system through out the whole manor (+ the cave) just for jason. he just plays different songs over the speakers so everyone know what mood he is in and occasionally to ask for help. he also will at random send a song to individual members of the batfam when he want just a particular person to be aware. everyone knows the protocol: if jason starts playing Good Kid from the Lighting Thief or On My Own from Les Mis everyone within the house will quickly locate him and then just exist next to him because he is not doing well and doesn’t want to be alone. they will usually find him sitting somewhere reading a book and they just file into the room and settle in. they don’t say anything or acknowledge the song in anyway because Rule #1 is if jason wants to talk about it he will and you have to wait for him to initiate because if you acknowledge it beforehand he will immediately retreat and get defensive.

Like a scared cat you have to wait for him to come to you.

[sthavoc]

🎶 📷∫ *.۰𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐘𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

𖥔 ࣪˖ pairing: enzo x actress!reader

𖥔 ࣪˖ summary: after the event enzo and you attended, the both of you had agreed to hang out. today is the day. part 2 to this.

𖥔 ࣪˖ warnings: just fluff

𖥔 ࣪˖ note: it was asked for a pt2 so here y’all go! also working on another req currently, yay!!<3 hope I didn’t miss any grammar mistakes

Enzo and you had been texting back, and forth for the past two days. Those two days have consisted of you smiling at your phone and letting loose a giggle at whatever silly joke Enzo would text. You had brought up how you guys agreed to hang out, and he mentioned that today he was free, which worked for you because to your advantage, so were you.

Te mando mi dirección? - you

Sí, sí. Pasó por tu casa más o menos como a las 12:00, y de ahí nos vamos.” - Enzo

Bueno, dale. - you

After you send your location, you receive another ding from your phone followed by Enzo’s response. Which said “Gracias, linda.” The little nickname had stuck with you ever since the event, and you were not going to lie and say that you didn’t like it because you did.

You left your phone on your coffee table and walked over to your closet, ready to try and pick something out. You hoped it wouldn’t take you that long to pick an outfit. Of course, you wanted to look presentable, but you also didn’t want to be overdressed for the occasion. After all it was just a small hang out as friends.

You shouldn’t be thinking so hard on an outfit. You thought.

You ended up choosing a pair of baggy jeans and a simple shirt. Your hand reached for your phone to check if Enzo had sent anything in the meantime but your texts were cleared.

You had been done with your hair and faint makeup when you heard your phone ring, and you saw how Enzo’s contact popped up.

“Hello?” You spoke into the other line.

“Hola nena, eh, estoy afuera ya.” Enzo’s voice comes from the other line making you remove your phone from your ear and check the time.

“Oh! Okay, okay. Ya voy.” You state before you hang up the call, and quickly clasp your bag and phone before you close the door of your room, and hurry downstairs.

“I’ll see you later preciosa.” You give your cat a small rub on the bottom of her chin making her purr, before you grab your keys and walk towards the door locking it.

You checked your phone and answered a couple of texts as you walked towards the front where Enzo waited. You could see him standing there looking at his phone. He wore a hoodie and a jacket over it with a pair of glasses and black jeans, getting a glimpse of his camera as well. You were not going to deny he looked good.

“Hola.” You greet him with a smile as he puts his phone away, and you can see a smile instantly spreading across his face.

“Hola, bonita.” He kisses your cheek greeting you. “Lista?”

“Mhm.” your response was followed by a nod while the two of you began to walk towards your car, unlocking it. “¿En dónde queda la disquera?” You unlock your car allowing the two of you in.

“Te mando la ubicación.” Enzo typed the location on his phone before he sent it to you making your phone ringed.

You opened the location, which immediately opened in your touchscreen from the Bluetooth connection from your phone. You clicked start as you began to drive away.

“¿Te gustaría poner algún tipo de música?” You turned to look at both sides before you got on the road.

“Eh, bueno.” You gave Enzo your cable while he plugged it in, selecting a song. The speakers on your car began to play Lucky by Radiohead.

“Oh, ¿escuchas Radiohead?” You glanced at him but kept your eyes on the road.

“Sí es mi banda favorita.” Enzo words followed a smile as he turned to look at you. “¿Tú escuchas Radiohead?”

“Sí pero no mucho.” You reply turning right as indicated on the map.

It said that you would reach your destination around 12:40. It was currently 12:27.

“¿Que te gusta escuchar a vos?” Enzo decides to ask, out of conversation. He honestly wanted to know more about you, and your taste in music.

“Pues-” you sigh “Pues me gusta escuchar un poco de todo. Pero los artistas que más escucho son, Harry Styles, The smiths, Pixies, Arctic Monkeys, eh Taylor swift, G-eazy.” You tapped your thumb on the staring wheel trying to remember some of your top artist.

“¿G-eazy?” Confusion filled Enzo’s voice. “¿Es una banda?”

You giggled at how clueless he was about who G-eazy was. “No, es un artista muy popular últimamente. Bueno siempre lo ha sido. Lo fue en el a��o 2014 pero la gente lo trajo de vuelta.”

“Ah, ya, ya.” He nods.

“Te pongo una si quieres.” You turned to look at him, and he nodded giving you his phone. “Te voy a poner una popular.” You came to a red light and quickly typed on his keyboard the name of the song before you tapped on it.

Tumblr Girls started playing. It was honestly a vibe with the atmosphere, with the windows down and the wind sending your free strands of hair everywhere. Enzo’s hair was going everywhere but not as much as yours.

“Bonito ritmo.” Enzo moves his head to the beat of the song as he kept his eyes on the road. “Me gusta.”

“Verdad.” You smiled before you glanced at the map and noticed you guys weren’t that far from your destination. Like two more minutes away. “Ya casi llegamos.” You mentioned.

Enzo only nodded as he looked out the window still vibing to the rhythm, before he spoke. “Me da vibras de verano, no se.”

“¡Sí! Por eso se hizo viral de nuevo. A la gente le gusta la vibra que transmite su música. Esa vibra de verano, y pues, porque les da nostalgia a los años como el 2014 o ‘16.” You explained as Enzo payed attention.

He seemed so interested in whatever you had to say about the artist. He honestly just liked the sound of your voice. Anything you were saying at the moment sounded so interesting coming from you.

“Wow, pues sí las da.” Enzo released a small laugh making you smile. He has such a pretty laugh you thought.

“Bueno pues creo que aquí me parqueo.” You glimpse at the free spot that was not too far from the record store. Your eyes skimmed at the store and you could already see some of the vinyls.

The both of you got out of your car after you locked it, and walked together into the store. Your eyes looked around the shop amazed, at the posters that covered the walls and even some records, hanging on the walls. You caught a glimpse of Enzo taking pictures of the background.

Until he got an idea and turned to look at you. You gave him an amazed smile as you realized he was taking a picture of you.

“Acordate que te iba a tomar fotos.” He reminds you of when you mentioned of him taking a few shots of you.

“Sí me acuerdo.” You giggled.

You walked over to the many types of vinyls. You scanned the genres until you came across Mazzy Star’s So Tonight That I See record. You turned to look at Enzo who only stared at you. “¿Me tomas una foto? yo tapándome la cara con el disco. Siempre me he querido tomar alguna foto así.” You smiled.

Enzo only smiled as he got ready to take the picture after you positioned the vinyl, and covering your face. “Listo nena.”

“Gracias.” You smiled putting back the vinyl in its place before you got an idea and turned to look at Enzo with a smirk. “Déjame tomarte una.”

“No, no. No te preocupes.” He shook his head and hand at the same time.

“Ay ándale. Es tu cámara, y te quiero tomar una.” You insisted, pulling him closer as you walked backwards before he gave you a smile.

“Bueno , dale.” He remove the strap off his neck, handing you his cámara as you smiled excitedly. “Pero que no salga mal.”

“Ay, para nada.” You frowned jokingly. There was no way this man would come out back in his picture. “Bueno. Uno, dos, y-” you dragged the last syllable as you waited to get the perfect angle and moment. “Tres.” You clicked the button hearing the click sound of the cámara capturing the picture. “De seguro saliste bien.” You give him back his camera, followed by a smile which he returned.

“Gracias.” He places the strap that held onto his camera around his neck again, while the two of you continue to walk around the store.

You reached another end of the records finding one of Lana Del Rey’s album. You immediately grabbed it, deciding you were taking it home. Enzo followed behind you, but you had no idea he had just taken another picture of you since you were distracted with the vinyls. You spotted another one from The Neighbourhood which was the album Hard To Imagine The Neighbourhood Ever Changing, you just had to get it.

“¿Artistas favoritos?” Enzo questions as he looked at the records in your hands.

“Mhm. Siempre que trato de encontrarlos no están.” You glimpsed at them before looking at Enzo.

The two of you continued to walk around the whole store trying to find more vinyls, but you didn’t find any wanted, apart from the ones you had already previously picked. Enzo proceeded to take pictures of anything interesting he spotted.

“Bueno pues voy a ir a pagar. Me puedes esperar afuera si quieres.” You searched into your bag and took hold of your wallet as you walked towards the cashier.

“Bueno.” Enzo nodded as he walked towards the entrance of the store and you towards the cashier.

While you paid, Enzo waited right outside the shop while he took a few glimpses of his phone. He was quick to put it away after he saw you walking out of the store with a bag, which he assumed had your new albums.

“Gracias por recomendarme la tienda.” You smiled, unlocking the car and allowing the both of you in.

“No hay de que, linda.” Enzo gave you a smile as he closed his door and reached for his seatbelt. “De verdad que me la pasé muy bien con vos.”

“Y yo contigo. Eres muy divertido Enzo.” You smiled as you changed your gear shift from parking to driving.

Enzo was really a sweetheart and an amazing person. He had such a pure soul and he made you feel calm with just his presence. This man was definitely going to become one of your closest friends.

[formulaforza]

hello, hello! can i request a blurb where carlos and reader have moved in together and are having a housewarming party. they’ve invited a couple drivers over and lando tries to use the fancy hermes blanket on the couch and reader gasps! "what's the point of the blanket being on the couch if it can't be used?" "it's for show!" "oh for the love of god-" you’d do it amazingly 🫶🏼 thank you!

—coming home carlos sainz x reader love, mackie... hi nonnie!! this turned into exactly how I needed to spend my evening (my day was quite literally from hell.) and this ran a little longer than a blurb at 1.3k words! regardless, I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it (and listening to lots of Spanish music)

There wasn’t much that was easy about blending the home decor styles of you and your boyfriend. For every item that Carlos fell in love with, you had an equal and opposite styled piece that you were in love with. From the herringbone floors to the tall white walls, it seemed that everything in the place was a direct contrast of the other. Quiet luxury and old money and neon signs and maximalist paint swatches, it was almost an entire year before the two of you finally allowed guests to come over (which–by the way–was a direct conflict to one of the major reasons the two of you decided to move in together in the first place: hosting friends and family without arguing over who would be doing the hosting).

The week following the Spanish Grand Prix felt like the perfect time to finally show your home off to the people you loved most; everyone was already in Barcelona for Carlos, an hour and change flight or a two and a half hour train ride wouldn’t kill any of them, not when half of them had to make their way back to the capital. 

That’s how it all cumulated into the night of all nights. The coffee table books are surrounded by half full, mis-matched wine glasses on old Spanish tile coasters (a compromise the two of you had made over the intricate hand painted ceramic that previously adorned the kitchen walls). The record player in the corner of the room stutters its way through Carlos’ dusty Boleros In Trío vinyl while the bluetooth speaker in the kitchen serenades listeners with the sounds of Sebastian Yatra. 

Everytime Carlos enters a room, he flips the lightswitch on. You follow behind him turning the overheads back off, opting for the warm yellow lamp light and the colors of the city beyond the bistro-themed balcony.  He burns a candle on the stack of decorative books, something with tobacco and cocoa and brandy and–jasmine, maybe? He always picks candles with jasmine, so you might just be imagining the smell out of habit. 

And you, and him. The two of you so terribly settled into the domesticity of your shared lives, the air of love in every corner of the home. He appears in the kitchen in a warm breeze, reaching over your arm to grab a slice of chorizo from the tapas platter on the counter in front of you. He kisses your cheek when he does it, undoubtedly in hopes of distracting your hand from smacking his. “¿Tienes frío, mi amor?” Are you cold, my love? He peruses around the bite of food. 

“¿No porque?” No, why? You ask, pressing the back of your hand against your cheek to feel the temperature of your own skin. 

“Lando sigue y sigue sobre tener frío,” Lando is going on and on about being cold, he explains. “Estaba empezando a pensar que me estaba volviendo loco.” I was starting to think I was going crazy.

You laugh. If anything but temperate, you’re warm, working around the kitchen perfectly plating a platter for your friends and family to snack on. “Bueno, creo que Lando ha perdido la cabeza,” Well, I think Lando has lost his mind. Carlos chuckles, gives you another passing kiss as he moves behind you around the island. “¿Encontrarle una manta, sin embargo?” Find him a blanket, though? You ask. He nods through a chew, holds his thumb up as he backs out of the room—you wonder how he managed to sneak another bite of food past you. 

You appear with the tray of snacks, chorizo with ham and cheese and bread, croquetas and patatas bravas and tigres. If it’s all as good as it was when you’d tested the menu last weekend, your company won’t even realize that you and Carlos aren’t serving them an actual meal this evening. Everyone hastily moves their coasters and glasses and Carlos moves the stack of books from the coffee table to the entertainment center, hovers behind you as you set the heavy platter down just in case you need him. 

You find your seat next to Carlos on one of the sofas, know that he hates that people are eating on his new couches. He’d researched them for months–months–before finally deciding on the ones that had been delivered last month as a replacement to the ones from your old apartment. 

You notice Lando is still blanketless, still dramatically letting a shiver run up his entire body every ten minutes. “Güey,” you say, and half the room looks up from their conversation, Lando’s eyes meeting yours. “If you are cold still, get a blanket.”

“Ay yai yai, pollita, relax,” he quips back in a thick, feigned Spanish accent. Carlos snorts and you meet Lando with your middle finger, an old friend of his. When you look to your boyfriend to meet his dumb chuckle with the same fate, he’s not even paying attention to the conversation. Instead, he picks at the bottom of a shelf hung on the wall above the two of you. It holds his trophy from Silverstone, a picture of him and Caco, a small jar full of incense sticks (maybe the jasmine you smell), which he has stuck a tiny Spanish flag into, and a picture of you and he following his win. The smiles on both your faces are so horribly cheek-aching that you can almost feel the phantom soreness when you look at it. 

You watch as Lando reaches over another friend with a quiet excuse me. You can see the thought process happening behind his eyes, in his path for the blanket draped over the back of Carlos’ brand new couch. It’s like watching the world’s lowest stakes car crash. 

“Carlos,” you whisper. “Carlos, él va por la cobija,” he’s going for the blanket, you say through gritted teeth, nudging your boyfriend to deal with his friend.  He ignores you, still focused on the bottom of the shelf and the single splinter that shoots off it. “Carlos,” you say, this time with more force. 

“¿Qué?” You finally get his eyes, nodding over to Lando, who is currently unfolding the Hermés throw blanket Carlos’ mother had gifted the two of you upon signing your lease. “Ay! Cabrón! No,” he finally says, standing up from his seat and moving to take the blanket from Lando, who looks on in utter confusion as Carlos refolds the throw and moves down the hallway. 

“What the fuck?” He asks you through a meek chuckle. 

“We don’t use that blanket,” you explain, and he looks even more confused than before. 

“You… hu–what?” He laughs, with more confidence in his confusion than before. “Why is there a blanket on the couch if it can’t be used?”

You sigh, your eyes rolling behind closed lids. “It’s for decoration.”

“It’s for decoration?” You nod, just as Carlos appears from the hall again, usable blanket in tow, expensive throw likely put away in your shared bedroom. He hands it to Lando. “It’s for decoration,” the Brit teases. 

Carlos shrugs, holds his hands up in defense in the return to his seat beside you. “Rule maker,” he says, pointing to you with a thumb before shifting it to himself, “rule follower.”

You laugh, adjusting to the sink of the cushion brought on by Carlos’ weight on the couch, your fingers finding the hair at the nape of his neck without even the beginnings of a thought. Lando groans, pointing to you, “whipped,” and then to Carlos, “whipped… but more.”

“Stellar delivery there, cabrón,” you smile. “No stutter or anything.”

Carlos exhales a sharp laugh, his shoulders bouncing silently. Across the coffee table, Lando, curled up in a fluffy blanket like a toddler staying up past their bed-time to hang out with Mom and Dad’s friends, flips you off and is sure to properly enunciate his silently mouthed fuck you.

[aesthetic-bbyg]

LATINO GENES ~ Miles M.

Miles Morales x latina!reader

In which you teach a clueless miles how to dance so you can show him off at his birthday party.

“NO, I REFUSE!” Miles groaned, collapsing onto the bed as you connected your phone to the Bluetooth speaker. You’d pushed aside some furniture, cleared up the floor and searched through YouTube for the perfect song to begin with. “I’ll make a fool of myself and at my own birthday party, is that really what you want from me, babe?”

“You won’t make a fool of yourself, Miles, that’s why we’re practicing.” You encourage the boy with a soft smile, waiting for him to stop his whining and get up, a firm hand was planted on your hips while you pursed your lips. “Eres Puertorriqueño, you have some of that gene in you.” (You’re Puerto Rican)

“No.” He buried his head into the pillow as you rolled your eyes and tugged at his arm. “Nope, I’m not doing it.”

“Levántate, Miles!” You argued, “C’mon, let’s just practice a little and you’ll be a pro!” (Get up, Miles!)

The one thing you knew was that Miles had a weakness for you, within a few moments you could get him from stubbornly refusing to dragging his body with you as you happily did your thing. You watched as he peaked one eye from under the pillow and observed you, a Poot had formed on your lips and you gave him that look.

“Stop looking at me like that!” He groaned, once again plunging his face into the plush pillow while you chuckled. “Fine. Fine!”

You grinned widely, eyes lighting up as you pulled his arm, forcing him up and out the bed. You could tell by his grumpy face that he was extremely hesitate. As soon as the quick and fun beat of the song began to ring through the speaker he nearly collapsed back onto the bed. “It’s just a few steps and once you have those down it’ll be easy.” You gripped his hands, slowly moving your feet in a rhythmic pattern that went with the song. ��Front, back, spin, front, back, switch.”

“Can you slow down.” He complained, eyes glued to the floor, attempting to keep ups with your steps. You giggled and stopped your motions.

“Move your hips, Miles, I know you have it in you.” You grinned, swaying your own hips as he attempted to copy you. “Front, back, spin.” You muttered quietly. “Kick that foot lightly, and then move to the side.”

“Uh-huh.” He mumbled, eyes still focused on his footwork while you held his hands tightly. “How the hell does this whole hip thingy work?”

“Just sway, side to side, loosen up a bit.”

“And then we spin.” He echoed your previous words, twirling you around before pulling you back in with quick steps. “Alright, alright.”

“Te dije.” You whispered a proud smirk on your face as you watched him do the steps correctly, your fingers laced together. (I told you)

“Shh.” Miles rolled his eyes, concentrating more on his steps then your reading words.

“No me calles, enfadoso.” You scolded, extending your arms to separate your dancing bodies before pulling them back in. (Don’t silence me, annoying.)

“Sorry.” He mumbled, you smiled and reached for to push his chin up to look you.

“Focus on the music, the beat, that’s how you’ll get your steps right.” You adviced, gently moving your body from left to right. “Spin.” He let go of your hand and lifted his arm, spinning you before capture your palm again.

“I kinda like this.”

“What was that?” You teased, leaning in closer with a shit eating smirk ok your face. Miles held a stoic faces, already annoyed by your reading as he refused to repeat his words. “C’mon just say it again for me.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“No i think you did say something.”

“Nope.”

“Are you gaslighting me?”

“I don’t know what your talking about, I think you’re going crazy, mi amor.” He argued his point while you gave him an unamused glare. Flicking his forehead as he flinched and soothed the spot with the pad of his fingers. “Ow!” (My love)

“Thats what you get for being un cabrón!” (An asshole)

“Are we almost done!?” Miles whined while attempting to pull away so he could go back to his comfy spot on the bed.

“Nope, we still gotta practice some bachata.”

“Did you say horchata?”

“Bachata, pendejo, ever heard of Romeo Santos?” (Dumbass) You raised a brow while releasing the grip on his sweaty palms, you reach over for your phone and typed in a classic bachata song. La imitadora. “Come on, get up, I don’t want a single second of time wasted.” He let out a throaty groan while lifted himself from his sitting position and returning his hands into their spot on your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and positioned your legs with his. “This one is simpler, you basically move from side to side with some pizzazz to your hips and then you spin me.”

“Pizzazz?” Miles scoffed as you slapped his shoulder gently. “Alright, alright, I’ll pizzazz.” He muttered as you basically guided him throughout the sound, occasionally mumbling out the lyrics.

“Te sientes cómo pro?” You grinned softly, feeling how he melted into this dance more then the previous one. (Do you feel like a pro?)

“I guess, I’m getting the hang of this one.” Miles replied, puking away to give you a twirl. “Still don’t know if I’m party ready.”

“Oh, you will be, trust.”

“Feliz cumpleaños a Miles, feliz cumpleaños a tí!” A string of cheers and applaud roared throughout the crowd as Miles’ smile grew. You, Rio, and Jeff stood behind him watching as his breath blew the number candles out. A mischievous grin covered your featured as the boy leaned in to the first bite of his cake. Your hand leaned moved forward and pushed his face deeper as he whipped his head around in shock, face covered in frosting and cake. You laughed softly, kissing his cake covered lips as an apology. (Happy birthday to Miles, happy birthday to you!)

“Que grande mi Niño!” Rio gushed as she wiped the extra frosting off his face and proceeded to cover it in kisses. The boy winced in embarrassment as he attempted to push the woman away from. (My boy is big!)

“Okay, okay, I think that’s enough mami.” He groaned while she continued, finally she held his face hin her hands with a proud smile.

“I’m so happy for you, now, que empiece la fiesta!” Rio announced as the DJ raised the volume of the music buzzing out the speakers, people had begun taking prices from the back and red decorated cake. It was something that you personally chose as a Thank You to not only Miles but to Spider-Man on this special day. (Let the party begin!)

“Feliz cumpleaños años, guapito.” You smirked hugging him tightly and kissing his forehead. “Thank you for all that you’ve done, both as you and as Spider-Man.”

“Oh, pssh, it nothin’, just another day of being the amazing me.” Miles played it off smugly, crossing his arms as he smirked back at you. You glared at him as he chuckled lightly. “Okay, for real though, thank you, mi amor.” (My love)

You glanced over at the dance floor that had begun to get crowded with drunk tíos and some primas. You looked back over at Miles who had started to munch on his cake, completely unaware of your ideas. “Bebe.” You spoke up as he hummed in response, looking up at you. “Wanna dance.”

“Uh,” He looked over at the dance floor with wide eyes, “nah, y’know I’m really tired right now and this cake is bomb as fuck-“

“Let’s go!” You giggled, taking the cake from his hands and setting onto the table nearby. It was funny seeing Miles, who had the unimaginable strength of Spider-Man, being dragged by his girlfriend to the dance floor. “Just like we practiced.”

He nervously grabbed your hands, shuffling from right to left stifly as if they hadn’t been practicing the last few days. If he was being honest, he was hoping that you’d let him be free if he satisfied you by practicing but it’s seems like you were serious. Now he stood, embarrassingly dancing while you giggled. “I don’t like this.”

“You sure we’re liking this when we were in your room yesterday.”

“But that was by ourself, now everybody is watching.” He muttered as you rolled your eyes. “My mama is literally watching us right now.”

You peaked behind him and saw Rio practically spying on the two of you as you danced together, a big and proud smile on her face. “But look at how happy she is, Miles, come on, do this for us. Just a few dances.”

“Fine.” He grumbled, finally loosening up and feeling the rhythm of the beat. He begun moving just like how he did when you two were in the safety of his room, fooling around and occasionally tripping as Miles missed a step. But now, it was as if he’d done this for ages, his feet were moving quick and he was spinning you around in light chuckled tumbling from his mouth.

“Y’know, Yasmin has a quinceñera coming up.” You smirked as he looked at you questionably. “I was thinking that we should go, together.”

“And do what exactly?”

“There’s a routine in mind that we could do.” Your smirk grew larger as he squinted his eyes, brows furrowing at your devious look. You knew it would take a lot of convincing, but if he did end up doing it you’d remember it for the rest of you life.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy, pls send it request if you have any!!

also the formatting of this I took inspo from @1800classiccherries so I’m giving full credit to them!

[demiesworld]

sunday mornings - [husband!miguel x blackwife!reader]

synopsis: just a domesticated miguel's sunday routine with his gorgeous black wife.

contents: sfw, suggestive theme, brief sex part but it is not graphically written, just fluffy stuff

notes: some use of spanish is used in this. my spanish is not very good, so if there is any grammatical errors please let me know. i wrote this bc i saw a lot of miguel x black reader fics that have smut in them, and rarely did i see some domestic or fluff with miguel and a black reader. miguel is not spiderman in this, he does not have any mutated abilities or powers. miguel is in his early 30s and reader is in their late 20s.

The weekends are always an anticipated time for Miguel. During the weekdays he would be working diligently in the confines of a cold laboratory. He worked the typical 8 to 5 as a bioengineer, pulling in money to support him and his lovely wife. On Saturdays, Miguel would spend them freely doing whatever errands or activities he couldn't do over the weekday. However on Sundays, there was a routine that him and his wife set in stone for them.

It starts off with Miguel waking up to the aromatic sweet smell of pancakes and a California king-sized bed with an empty spot beside him. The curtains and blinds in their bedroom are closed, yet the tell-tell signs of sunlight is evident from the peeks of rays. His sleepy brown eyes look at the wall clock and reads the time as five past 8 in the morning. Which was normal for his wife to be cooking their breakfast at a time like this on Sunday.

The man lifts himself out of bed, and doesn't leave the bedroom till after he's fixed up the bedsheets and laid the pillows back into place in a neat order. As he crosses the threshold of the door he shuts off the ceiling fan with a flick of his fingers flipping the switch down. Miguel runs his thick long fingers through his dark brown bed head hair as he walked through the hallway. The walls were decorated with family pictures, their wedding ceremony, and paintings of abstract African art.

As he got closer to the kitchen, he could hear the faint sound of the R&B song "Weak" by SWV playing from the bluetooth speaker. Accompanied by that was the sizzling of bacon cooking on the stove and the smell of that lingering in the air. Miguel came upon the kitchen entryway and he stood there leaning against the frame just to observe you preparing breakfast.

You were standing at the flat ceramic-top stove, flipping pancakes on a pan while keeping a watchful eye on your bacon. Your husband eyes your attire: a cream satin robe that ended above your knees and a matching color bonnet on your head. Your face free of any makeup, and you were just in your natural state. You looked beautiful as the day he first met you.

Miguel leans off of the frame and makes his way over to you. While you were in the midst of cooking, you felt strong arms and a firm chest press against your back. Large hands wrapped around your stomach, intertwining their fingers in a way to prevent from you escaping. As if you would ever do that. His supple lips attached themselves to the junction of your neck and collarbone just as a content sigh emit from him. A gentle and heart-warming kiss is what left goosebumps on your brown skin. A genuine, happy smile followed.

"Hmm... buenos días mi corazón." He whispers to you, and rests his chin on your shoulder to watch you cook. "Qué tenemos para breakfast?"

You daintily flip over a pancake while responding to him, "You are having oatmeal with apples, cinnamon, and honey. I am going to have pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs."

Miguel pouts at the meal he was going to be eating, "Do I have to eat that mi corazón? It's so bland."

"Hey, the doctor said your cholesterol levels were high Miguel and that you need to cut back on sodium. You wanna have a heart attack or do you wanna live to see 60?"

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn't argue with your factual rebuttal. "Okay, I get it." His lips kiss your cheek before he lets you go and takes a seat at the dining table. Your gentle voice calls from the kitchen, "I love you Miguel."

"Te quiero tambien, Y/N."

Once you were finished cooking breakfast for you and your husband you set out the plates. First you placed your plate of scrambled eggs, two pancakes, and three strips of bacon onto the tablemat. Then you served Miguel with his bowl of oatmeal coupled with four boiled eggs and his orange juice. You let out an amused chuckle when you saw the pout on his lips upon seeing his meal. Your lips kiss his temple before you go over to sit at your designated seat.

"It's only for a month, papi, don't worry too much."

Together you both ate breakfast and discussed over plans for your Sunday. You told Miguel that after church services you were to be a teacher's substitute for the children so you wouldn't make it home until a little after 12. Miguel said he was fine with that since he would be helping out one of your elderly neighbors with mowing his lawn today due to the guy's back being hurt. You also mentioned to him that you needed to do chores around the house. He reminded you that you were to have Sunday dinner with his parents tonight at their place.

"As long as you're not going to be drunk with your dad then we can do that." You say to him.

"I won't drink with my father, cariño." He promises.

After breakfast was over the two of you started to get dressed for church. You did your makeup in your shared bathroom, going for a soft glam look. You took off your bonnet and fixed up the Senegalese twists you had in your head. You laid down your baby hairs, massaged oil onto your scalp and conditioned your hair. When you were finished doing that you went on to get dressed. Out from your private closet you pulled out a long sleeve mustard yellow maxi dress and slid on sandals. Then you accessorized with gold bracelet, gold heart necklace and gold diamond tear-drop earrings.

You came out of your bedroom and walked into the foyer where Miguel was standing there waiting for you. He was wearing the dark brown two piece suit you had picked out from him the night before. A mustard yellow tie and handkerchief stood out. Your husband cleaned up nice.

His eyes met yours when he heard you walking down the hall and smiled lovingly at you. "Dios mío... Te ves hermosa en ese vestido mami." He gently grabbed a hold of your hand and spun you around just to get a glimpse of your butt. "I don't think I wanna go to church today now."

You giggle and swat him in the chest playfully. "Damn Miguel, you horny dog, we're not skipping out on church again for that. Maybe when we get home this afternoon..." You trailed off letting him know that you were insinuating it could happen.

After Miguel gave you another twirl then a slap on the ass you two set off for church. There the two of you sat in the middle section of the chapel. Some folks came up to you greeting you both, and conversated about what the preacher was going to say today. You both got many compliments on your matching outfits. Which to you wasn't a surprise as you both wore matching outfits on Sunday mornings with similar colors. You remember from last year how the two of you wore red, white and green colors in celebration of Christmas during a service.

The service held felt long despite it lasting an hour and a few minutes over time. You and Miguel did your donations to the church. You both separately put in $50 into the hat that went around the congregation. You sang the songs that the choir was singing and praised every time the preacher talked about the Lord. By the time it was time to leave you looked at Miguel and told him to not pick you up since you had a ride back home after the class with the Sunday school children. You gave him a kiss good-bye then went on about your day teaching.

Miguel went home and changed out from his church clothes to a loose grey tank top, khaki cargo shorts and sneakers. He went over to the neighbor's home and let them know that he was going to mow their lawn for them before doing it. The old man neighbor was thankful for Miguel, even offered him money, but your husband politely refused. To him kind acts of service shouldn't be paid for with money but with kindness in return.

At around 12 you were just arriving home from church and Miguel had just finished up with mowing the neighbor's grass. He greeted you at the door kissing your lips tenderly and his hands caressing your hips. You inwardly laughed as you weren't even a minute into being home when your husband started kissing you and feeling you up in the foyer.

"Papi, I haven't been home for five minutes!" You squealed when he carried you up off the ground and pressed your back against the wall.

Your husband smirks on your lips and replies, "You're the one who said we could do it after church."

He was right you did say that to him this morning. You threaded your manicured fingers through his hair, a soft moan slipping past your glossed lips and into his own.

"Hmm, Miguel, if you really want it we gotta go to the room." You say breathlessly in between the passionate kisses he was giving you.

Miguel carries you into the bedroom and lays you on the bed gracefully. Once you two have rid each other of one another's clothes and jewelry pieces you both engage in steamy coitus. Hands caressing bodies, lips sucking on flesh, and sweat sticking to skin. A song of low grunts, shrill pleased moans, and heavy rushed pants resonated in the bedroom. The loud pounding of skin sounded like a drum in the background and creaking of the bed frame. It all escalated into an unsteady rhythm then came to an abrupt halt once you both met your ending.

The two of you laid in the rumpled bedsheets just holding each other in the aftermath. Basking in one another's glow. You tilt your head up to look at your husband and then kiss the underside of his sharp jawbone.

"We can't stay in bed too long, papi. I still got chores to do and we have dinner with your family tonight."

Miguel let out a tired sigh, "Just five more minutes cariño."

You move to get out of the bed, "Uh-uh, Miguel we gotta get moving, come on now." You pull yourself out of the bed and turn to your naked husband still laying on the bed. You wave your hand, "Come on, get the bed sheets changed and let's take a shower."

"I love you."

You pause when he says those words, but your face softens when you feel butterflies in your stomach. The words, "I love you too." fall out of your mouth when you respond. After saying that you walk out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, Miguel could hear your voice shouting, "You better be getting out of that bed and changing them sheets!"

Miguel shakes his head followed by a roll of his eyes. Though he does as he is told. He changes the messed up bedsheets, putting the old one into the laundry room and then replacing it with clean fresh ones. As soon as he was done he met with you in the shower and you both washed together.

Yes this was Miguel's Sunday routine. Going to church with his gorgeous wife, helping out with the chores, and attending Sunday family dinners with her family or his family once a week. It was the one day of the 7-day week that Miguel looked forward to. And he wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.

notes: slowly trying to get out of my writer's block slump. current fixation is fucking miguel o'hara. god knew not to make that man real bc he will have everybody and their mama on his dick. anyways lmk what you think of this fluffy piece! (つ ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ )

© 2023 demiesworld please do not repost on any other website without permission. do not plagiarize. any similarities in this fic is purely coincidental.

[eddiestightywhities]

CRACK (TO THE HEAD) WITH A CAPITAL 'C'

(AKA The Written at 4am Buddie Crack-ish Fic Starring: Thirsty Song Lyrics, National Treasure Christopher Diaz, and Way Too Many Feels For Its Own Damn Good)

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It's Friday morning, two minutes to zero-ten hundred-hours, according to Eddie's Timex Indiglo watch which is never even a half-second out, when he unlocks the door to Buck's place to drop Christopher off for his overnight stay—Chris refuses to call them sleepovers anymore because age thirteen is apparently The Number of The Beast—before Eddie will have to bail pretty sharpish to kick-off his twenty-four shift that begins at eleven.

On entering the apartment, they're met by the sound of raucous, upbeat music.

Eddie scans the loft for his friend and has to do a seriously comical double take when he catches sight of Buck, who has one hand spread palm-down on his the couch cushions, and the other behind his back as he performs shirtless one-armed wonder press-ups (with perfect fucking form, as always) to the punky beat of The Offspring's Pretty Fly For A White Guy that's currently blasting from Buck's bluetooth speaker—riiiiiight as the Give it to me baby! A-ha! A-ha! part of the song hits and the whole scene has Eddie's brain record-scratching and stopping him dead in his army issue steelies.

Dead, fucking dead, ¡Santa María, salva mi alma!

His jaw instantly drops through the floor and into the apartment below without his permission as if there are lead weights attached to his teeth, his mouth now fully hanging open and catching all the damn flies in a completely horrifying display of blatant, lust-filled shock.

Buck is breathtaking at the best of times, but right here, right now, he is heart-stoppingly unfuckingreal.

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Eddie's bestie (best friend-shaped, Eddie! Eddie thinks, Buck is best friend-shaped!) is carelessly grunting like some sort of sex-machine that's been built to Eddie's exact specifications, and each grunt is louder than the last with each new, hard push upwards of Buck's swollen-thick torso, glistening sweat beading on his—well, on his absolutely fucking everything, Jesus fucking Christ on a bike, and Eddie's washing machine brain is at once stuck on an eternal spin-cycle and may well break down any second now and have him collapsing like a shabby old rag doll dressed in Eddie's Henley and Eddie's ripped jeans and falling to his now-violently shaking knees if he doesn't grab the fuck onto something, STAT.

He's about to shamefully steady himself with a hand to his son's shoulder when Christopher starts yipping like a madman then joining in with the song lyrics by positively shouting out the chorus.

“Give it to me baby! A-ha! A-ha!” he screams in a deliberate and absurd soprano, and Eddie's mind is screaming in Shut-Down, having first upgraded to an aneurysm, or at least a stroke, and he has to slap a hand over his kid's mouth, pronto, because he doesn't know what the fuck else he possibly could do at this point in the fantasy-laiden world that is currently unfolding before his probably now bloodshot eyes; nothing else he can think of to stop himself from ending up in a drooling heap that will become known as The Reduction Formally Known As Eddie Diaz's Gay Panic when he melts onto Evan Buckley's kitchen linoleum at possibly one minute to ten on a Friday afternoon in June in the year of our Lord 2024.

Eddie just barely manages to squeak out a truly pathetic, “Nope! Nuh-huh! No!” before that particular Cartoon Network-esque slapstick disaster becomes an unfathomable and inescapable reality.

Christopher obviously protests his outrage with a muffled but still impressively indignant, “Daaaad! I'm thirteen YEARS old, not thirteen MONTHS old!” just as Buck spots them both and smiles his big, adorable smile, immediately abandoning his exercises to turn the music off (oh, thank the Heavens!) and jumping up to stride over towards Christopher and Eddie to meet them where they're standing around like kitchen gremlins by the central island in Buck's kitchenette.

Sopping wet, wide-spread sweat patches are darkening the majority of Buck's once-light grey jersey short-shorts (holy crap, they are short and are leaving nothing to the imagination), those unfairly long legs of his slick and shimmering with dewy-fresh perspiration, just like the rest of his devastatingly gorgeous half-naked body, and Eddie wouldn't be joking if he regaled this moment to somebody at a later date (as if he ever would) by telling them that his entire life flashed before his eyes—because it absolutely balls to the wall no fucking shit just did.

He blinks approximately seven-hundred and thirty-three times in the less-than-four seconds it takes for Buck to reach them.

Christopher is flailing under Eddie's death-grip like a traumatised kidnap victim, while Eddie is continuing to freak the fuck out in Narnia like the crazed Closet Case that he is.

Edmundo Diaz—First Responder; Lapsed Roman Catholic—finds himself praying for a natural disaster, or an act of God, or, or, or, just... Something! Anything!

¡Por favor, Dios, por favor!

Resolute to the fact he has absolutely one-hundred percent secured his place in the very lowest circle of Hell, Eddie plasters a surely maniacal pearly-white grin onto his stupid and definitely reddening face, and says, “Howdy!” far too loudly in his thickest Texan accent for some unknown fucking reason—which is far, far louder and far, far thicker than any he ever sported while actually growing up in Texas—because he's clearly gone bat-shit fucking insane. Then he's breaking out into even more of a full-body sweat than Buck who has been working out for what is probably around the half-hour mark or more, by this point, because Sweaty Adonis Buckaroo is now right fucking there right in fucking front of Eddie so fucking close almost close enough to reach out and touch—

Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit!

And isn't this just aces?

Eddie thinks, Fuck fucking push-ups, fuck The Fucking Offspring, and fuck fucking Eddie's fucking life so fucking hard, godfuckingdammit.

Eddie is so Bucked.

Buck's smile is turning inquisitive (and somehow even more adorable) at Eddie's clear display of Buck-induced brain damage, before his baby-blues are twinkling with something... Mischievous? Cunning?

And then he's answering Eddie's dumb as shit greeting with, “Aloha, cowboy,” his brows snaking up his forehead, tongue lolling out of his mouth to rest on that sinfully pouty-pink bottom lip in a way that is the complete fucking opposite of innocent, leaving Eddie wondering if it's possible to die twice in the space of—well, ever.

(He knows all too well that it is, but he's been Bucked, remember, so how about giving his brain a break, hmm? THANK YOU SO MUCH).

Then Eddie wonders: Is this the ghost of Buck 1.0 that's come to say:

Hi, babygirl, I'm here to Buck you up good, real good, so you better hold on real tight because you're goin' downtown faster than a whore's panties, you slutty little—*GUNSHOTS*

About to possibly kick the bucket for the third time in as many minutes, Eddie realises he doesn't really know what Hawaii could possibly have to do with the Wild West (Aloha Cowboy?) but that he honestly couldn't give any amount of fucks, flying or otherwise, because unless his head has been cruelly hoodwinked with a massive serving of Wishful Thinking, he is also realising that...

That...

Buck is seriously flirting with him right now?!

He ponders briefly over how hard he actually hit his head when he'd banged it into the doorframe of his truck, maybe five minutes earlier when grabbing Christopher's crutches from the backseat just after they'd arrived.

Eddie then notices Christopher's teenage Smirky McSmirkerson features in his periphery (Chris had managed to prize Eddie's numb hand from his face a moment ago) and also the way his son's own head is snapping between his now fully-loco father and his Buck, and Eddie thinks of tennis matches, and flying pigs, and how stiflingly hot it seems to have become in the loft in the last thirty or so seconds.

Then Buck is licking at those lovely lips of his, turning to Christopher and saying, “What do you say we go out on a breakfast date on Sunday morning, after your Dad has slept a bunch, huh Christopher?”

Only, when he says the word 'date', Eddie doesn't think he's imagining the way Buck's eyes flicker pointedly in Eddie's exact direction.

“Because I'm off the whole weekend,” he continues, “so the three of us could drive the jeep out of town and I could buy you both giant syrupy waffles with maple bacon and Horchata milkshakes from Fosselman's and then... And then we can go visit the the Greek Theatre, and then maybe Griffith Observatory later on in the evening, when the stars come out, and we'll hold hands,”—again, his eyes bore longingly into Eddie's for a split-second that feels like a lived lifetime—“all three of us, like we used to when you were tiny, Chris, you remember that? And it'll be the best day that we've ever, ever had together, I absolutely know it.”

Buck is looking at Eddie again, only Buck isn't looking away this time and Eddie is almost positive that his eyes are screaming: Yes, Eds! Yes, I want you, too, man! So let's do this!

“Ew, no way,” Christopher instantaneously complains—before he's quickly backtracking and amending his statement with, “To the hand-holding, I mean. The rest sounds pretty good, though, Buck. What do you think, Dad?” and he even manages to sound marginally appreciative at the tail end—appreciative for a sharp, snarky teenager, that is.

Christopher then fully turns to Eddie (Eddie who's body is now sans soul) and says, “Can we really have waffles and milkshakes for breakfast Dad? Can we? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease don't be a major Joy Assassin and say 'It's not a proper meal if there's no vitamins involved, Mijo', because it'll be a Sunday, and it sounds so awesome, like the rest of the day does, too, actually. And you love Buck, Dad, so maybe just you and him can be sappy Sallys and hold hands and be all gross together, and I'll secretly snap your picture when you're mooning at Buck with heart-eyes, like you always do, and Buck will give you heart-eyes back, like he always does, too, except this time you can both do it while you're actually looking at each other, and then I'll send the photo to Aunt Maddie and Uncle Chim who can maybe finally convince you two to move in together and get married like I've been trying to get them to for years, now!”

Eddie doesn't know where the hell the kid got the breath from for all those truths.

Because that's what that was; Eddie's truth, all of it.

But was it really Buck's truth, too?

Like they're rehearsing in a play based on their lives, Buck, on cue, lets out a really happy-sounding gasp that quickly morphs into a happy-sounding laugh, and Eddie bottle-rockets right out of the fucking apartment and off into the fucking stratosphere.

He is very much back in the room, though, when Christopher takes his hand to gracelessly slam-join it with Buck's, which is calloused like his own due to the life-saving work they proudly tackle together day-to-day—always together, every day they can be, always, partners in everything they do—and Buck's hand is big, and warm, too, and all kinds of wonderful, and then Eddie is not only thinking about all the skin and the hot and the sweaty and the gorgeous, but also about how Buck has saved Eddie's life, so many times, now, and saved him in so many different ways from practically the first week he and Chris spent in LA after leaving El Paso, has saved him in every way possible, actually, every which way under the sun and the moon and the stars, even the ones they can't see from Griffith Observatory. And even though Buck has just murdered Eddie twice already this morning in the silly-short space of time he and Christopher have been here, with his push-up grunts and sexy-swagger and his 'Aloha, Cowboy' (whatever the fuck that even means) and, most of all, above everything else, Buck's Over Nine-Thousand level of Adorability, Buck's boundless generosity and kindness, Buck's inherently thoughtful nature, and Buck's twelve-sizes-too-big heart, he is saving Eddie again with the way he's letting Eddie Eddie love, love, love him.

And the fact that he is taking care of Eddie's son today, tonight, is absolutely everything to Eddie. Buck is Christopher's Buck, Christopher's hero, and he's Eddie's hero, as well, and Eddie wants to claim him as Eddie's Buck, too, because Buck thinks Christopher is awesome and always genuinely looks forward to looking after him, to loving him all of the time, just like Eddie loves Chris, and like Eddie loves Buck because Buck cares about Christopher just as much as Eddie does, and Eddie knows—he knows without a shadow of a doubt—that Buck's love for the boy they're raising together is a type of love that no other person, bar Shannon, has had for him, for them, before or ever will again.

There is nobody else like Buck in the universe.

Nobody cares or loves like Evan Buckley, or more than Evan Buckley, and being on the receiving end of that love is worth more than solid gold, or oxygen, or even spicy pepperoni pizza and a cold one after pulling a gruelling shift as a Firefighter on the never-sleeping streets of Los Angeles, CA.

And then just like that, Eddie is able to put a timely yet abrupt stop to any and all of his panic (gay or otherwise) because there isn't a shred of anxiety left inside of him, now, not about this, at least, because he knows he's got nothing whatsoever to be scared of with Buck.

So addressing his son (their son, really) Eddie nods his head emphatically and tells his boy, “Yeah, Chris, that does sound awesome; Waffles and milkshakes and all of it,” and then squeezes the hand in his, Buck's hand, and leans over Buck's kitchen counter and says easily, “I love you, Buck—I mean, I'd love to, Buck! Shit—”

“Swearbox!” Christopher chides smugly.

Eddie pulls a face at his slip-up and at his son, then clears his throat and continues a little sheepishly with, “But, um,” before looking up to remind himself of that adoring that look Buck is giving him, and then saying more decisively,“ But yeah, that other thing, too, actually, because yeah, yes, you know I love you, Buck... At least, I hope you know it,” and then he huffs a little laugh as he adamantly says, “I love you, Evan Buckley,” and thinks 'In for a penny' and strains his neck to reach across and kiss Buck shyly on the cheek.

Only his aim is a little off and he ends up planting a kinda sloppy one right on the corner of Buck's slightly parted lips, but it turns out he's glad about it and is even sort of proud that he misjudged the angle and got to feel Buck's unabashed smile against his own upturned lips, because he's wanted to do that ever since he first laid eyes on the man standing in front of him who is radiating the sun's rays out of his very core, as if he actually owns them and the sun only has them on a loner for sunny days.

Buck is smiling like he's just won the World Series—which is funny because Eddie has just won the Being Gay With a Capital 'G' award, and that means they are both Imaginary Winning Title holders, now.

Except no, fuck that, because Eddie's win isn't imaginary at all, it is very much a beautiful and viscerally Real win, actually.

Real with a capital R, muchas gracias.

Apparently, all Buck has to say about all of this right now is, “Okay, alright, you get your fine ass to work now, Eddie Spaghetti, and Christopher and I will see you on the flipside for sleep and cuddles and, and, and a Real with a capital R adventure on Sunday,” and Eddie is looking at the universe sideways for the first time in the entirety of his non-believing life. “Oh and by the way, honey—and I am so calling you honey from now on, also by the way, just so you know—I absolutely one-hundred percent, honey,” he pauses for second and and winces a bit, “Christopher I will also be adding to the Swearbox for this one... Love the shit outta you too, Edmundo Diaz.”

Christopher just claps and laughs and laughs and claps and then shouts, “My two Dads love each other, universe, did you hear that?!”

Somehow managing to smile even bigger than he was a moment ago, Buck then lightly grabs the now half wolf-whistling, half dry-retching thirteen-year-old matchmaking genius who goes by Christopher Diaz, in a loose headlock and starts scrubbing gentle knuckles through his curls, before literally kicking the happiest man on the whole damn planet out of his apartment with a ridiculously big and adorably bare foot.

“Go! You'll be late! We'll see you tomorrow, honey.”

Eddie (said happiest man on the whole damn planet) waits until Buck's door has closed behind him and then till the elevator door has slid open and shut again before fist-pumping the air like the dorky First Place In The Game of Life winner that he is, smiling what is likely his biggest smile since his darling Christopher came into this world.

Then he pulls out his tongue at nobody at all and thinks, Fuck you, first place is first place; dork or not.

As he leaves Buck's building, he also thinks, I'll have to crack my head on random shit more often, joking with himself and chuckling like a prize idiot as he crosses the side road towards his truck.

Then he's immediately cursing himself out with every swear words he knows, in both English and Spanish, for somehow allowing himself to be pulled into Buck's nonsensical woo-woo Cosmic Universe bullshit.

Vida, vida, vida.

Although...

Maybe—just maybe—he could forgive the slip, just this one time, just this once, when he recognises his chuckle as the being the very same, gloriously happy-sounding laughter that Eddie had unbelievably managed to pull from the chest of the best man he's ever known (who also happens to be the hottest man in the whole frickin universe; cosmic or otherwise).

It's the man Eddie has loved for years who—apparently, amazingly—loves Eddie right back.

Evan 'Buck' Buckley.

Christopher's Buck. Eddie's Buck.

And when he's climbing into his truck and inexplicably clocks his head on the doorframe again, for the second time today (seriously, what the actual fuck is going on here?), Eddie looks around suspiciously and surreptitiously before taking a minute to peer hesitantly up at the sky-blue sky and its cotton-candy clouds and the hot, hot sun with its borrowed rays, out into the universe, or to God, or who—or what—ever is or isn't out there, before finding himself about to mutter a few choice incredulous words from under his breath.

He takes a gulp of air, and says, “Yeah, okay, muchas gracias, oh cosmic powers that be, yada yada et cetera et cetera, if you do in fact exist, not that I really think you do,” whispering the statement and feeling like a first class clown, “But, just in case?” Eddie swallows the lump in his throat and soldiers on. “Just in case, here it is: Yes, I obviously wholeheartedly appreciate whatever it was you might or might not have done for me back there, like, I really, honestly, seriously, do, but just—will you just please do me a solid and...” Eddie can't believe he's thinking this, let alone saying (albeit whispering) it for realsies, “...don't let Buck or Christopher or Hen or Karen or Chim or Maddie or Bobby or Athena or Ravi or, hell, any other fucker on the planet know that I actually said any of this phooey out loud, alright? Not ever. Or Santa Mierda, I will seriously come for you like a rabid Nordic Goat Herder on a mixture of bath salts and crack cocaine and crazy because I would never, ever be able to live this shit down if it got out. ¿Entiendes?”

Completely fucking done with that, Eddie starts up the engine and pulls out of his parking space outside of Buck's building, while annoyingly hoping that the universe understands at least a smidgen of Spanish, and begins the first day of the rest of his life, mumble-humming a not entirely unenthusiastic tune...

“Give it to me baby! A-ha! A-ha!”

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(this had barely one skim-over edit so please be kind!)

[roppongi-division]

"Do not judge me by my successes, judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again." - Nelson Mandela

Introduction

Kai Quinlan is the leader of the Roppongi Division rap battle team, Private Party. He is known far and wide by his nickname, Veenyle. A former opera singer trained by his talented, yet overbearing mother, this awe-inspiring DJ gave up opera music the day he received his first sampler. Now, known far and wide all across Japan, he makes a living by entertaining the masses with his radio show during the day, and his stellar turntablism at night.

A man of Japanese and African American descent, Kai is a light brownish man with long grayish-black dreadlocks that go down past his neck to his upper back. He has a full-grown beard and moustache along with sideburns, all of which are the same color as his hair. He has light brown eyes which are often hid behind his black circular-shaped sunglasses. He stands at 6'2" and weighs 195 lb. approximately.

When he isn't DJing, he tends to dress casually. He wears a white tank shirt showing off his muscles and a pair of long black faded jeans with black and blue sneakers. Around his neck are two gold chains. He also has two earrings in his right ear, a gold ball earring in his earlobe, and a gold loop one at the top. Lastly, he sometimes wears a black ball cap on his head.

When he is DJing, he often adopts his 'Wolf of Shadows' persona. As such, he often dresses like a wolf with black wolf ears and a tail attached to his black jeans. On his face is a black Oni mask, which obscures his facial features. He also has a black bandana over his eyes, which, surprisingly, doesn't blind him. He also wears a pair of black headphones with a skull and bones motif on both cups. He also wears a black and red jacket with a black t-shirt underneath. Lastly, he has another gold chain around his neck.

Name Meaning

Kai - A name of various origins. In Japanese, it has a number of meanings, including "ocean" (海), "shell" (貝), "open" (開), "restoration" and "recovery".

Quinlan - A name of Irish and Gaelic origin. It means "descendant of Caoinlean, slender" or "fit, shapely, strong." It is also a form of the name "Quinn".

Aliases:

"Wolf of Shadows" - His stage name

DJ Veenyle - His radio/MC name

"The Multi-Armed DJ"

Pops/Dad - Zakari

Husband/Mi amor - Mireya

Biographical Info

Gender - Male

Age - 34

Birthday - April 16th

Ethnicity - African American

Hair Color - Grayish-Black

Eye Color - Light Brown

Height - 188 cm (6'2")

Weight - 88 kg (195 lb.)

Star Sign - Aries

Piercings - A gold ball earring in his right earlobe, and a gold loop earring at the top of the same ear.

Markings -

A microphone and headphones tattoo on his right arm.

A wolf tattoo covering the majority of his back.

A moon and stars tattoo behind his left ear.

Family -

Mother

Father (Deceased)

Sister

Wife

Adopted Son

Voiced By - Pase Rock (Rapping)

Fun Facts

MC Name - Veenyle

Occupation - Radio Personality/Club DJ

Position - 1st Member/Leader

Favorite Food - New York–style pizza

Least Favorite Food - Pastrami on rye

Likes - DJing, his family, Japan, inventing new music techniques, sunsets, musicians, Japan's nightlife, Roppongi, casinos, wolves, his radio show, Minato City, new music equipment, rap battles, and early mornings.

Dislikes - Lacking inspiration, waking up late, crows, trolls, people who call his show and wastes his time, senseless noise, prima donnas, his son's suicidal tendencies, sweating, and thinking about his past.

Hypnosis Microphone

Kai's Microphone takes the form of a pair of black and gold Bluetooth headphones with LED lights that light up at various intervals.

His Speaker takes the form of a large gold Buddha-esque statue with six arms and a gold vinyl disc on its head, which acts as a halo or a crown. Directly behind the statue is a dharma wheel, which acts as the speaker.

His rap ability, Trance, has his speaker delivering a hypnotic tune that puts one, or all, of his opponent(s) in a sort of trance, making them wander aimlessly and forget what they were doing, effectively making them skip their turn. He can use this continuously, but the downside is that Kai loses a lot of stamina each time.

Kai's rap themes aren't centered solely on one topic. His themes change periodically depending on his mood or situation. Often times, however, he'll often rap about the direction that music is taking, and how it is constantly shifting and changing. He raps about how music has lost its true "spirit" and that we need to "give life back to music". He'll also sometimes rap about his past, the love for his family and the direction that Japan and the world are headed.

Personality

Kai, for the most part, is a rather laid-back individual who tries not to let the stress of life bother him. Despite his intimidating presence and appearance, he tends to be rather level-headed and calm. He tends to be very private, however, especially when it comes to his personal life or his past. Besides those in his inner circle (i.e. his family), he tends to keep most people, even his closest friends, at arm's length to avoid them becoming too close.

Despite that, Kai is not one to shy from something even if it is challenging or uncomfortable, especially conflict. He always tells what he is thinking and doesn't care if what he says is hurtful or rude. The only thing that matters to him is the truth. He'd rather have someone hurt his feelings than lie to him, because at least then, he knows where he and the other individual stands.

It may be due to the fact that he's not stranger to violence, but one of Kai's most well-known traits is that he looks at everything as a competition. And when that happens, he tends to throw everything he has towards winning. Though he won't resort to cheating or deceitfulness, he refuses to hold back to spare the other person's feelings. This often causes others to shy away from Kai, but his family and friends know that is just how he is.

Another aspect of Kai is that he is not content to just be another nameless face in a crowd. He loves to stand out and show just who he is. This may be why he created his alternate persona known as, 'Wolf of Shadows', as it is something that no one has ever done before. He is not an attention hog, but he won't shy away from being recognized when he feels he has earned it.

As stated, Kai is known for being a private person outside of DJing. It is only when he is making music or on the turntables that he reveals himself to others. He loves everything about music, because he feels that he can express himself with his music than he ever can normally. This is something he often expresses in his raps, as he often thinks about the direction that music is heading.

Background

*Coming soon*

Trivia

His MC name, Veenyle, is a homograph of the word, 'vinyl', like 'vinyl records'.

He owns and operates his own Internet radio station, which he calls 'Real Music Radio'. He cites his fanbase as part of his tribe, calling them 'The Wolfpac'.

Besides being a DJ, he is also widely known as an expert music producer. He has worked and produced music with the likes of 86, Vox, Yorii Sakuma, ArgoξOrchestra, and many more.

He also helped to produce most of the songs from HypMic's Collab albums.

Though he'll sometimes travel to different cities and divisions to DJ at clubs or events, he usually sticks to his city of Roppongi.

He is called "The Multi-Armed DJ" not only due to his speaker, but because he seems to "sprout" up to ten arms when he is DJing (Truthfully, he just moves his arms really fast, creating afterimages).

He is a man of many roots, being born Japanese, African American, Native American, and Jamaican (The last three are on his mother's side).

His favorite brand of cigarettes is KOOL Menthol 100s.

It's believed his reason for being forced into joining the D.R.B. by the Party of Words is due to his rap ability, which the Government believes to be a sort of brainwashing, which they hope to utilize for their own benefit.

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"Speaker Price in Bangladesh 2024: Your Guide to the Latest Audio Deals"

Looking for the best deals on speakers in Bangladesh in 2024? You've come to the right place! Whether you're upgrading your home audio setup or searching for the perfect portable speaker, we've got you covered with the latest prices and top picks.

Home Audio Speakers:

Bose Home Speaker 500: BDT 36,000

Sony SRS-XB43 Extra Bass Bluetooth Speaker: BDT 12,500

JBL Flip 5 Portable Waterproof Speaker: BDT 8,990

Portable Speakers:

JBL Go 3 Portable Speaker: BDT 2,990

Anker Soundcore Mini 3 Pocket Speaker: BDT 1,790

Xiaomi Mi Portable Bluetooth Speaker: BDT 1,490

Gaming Speakers:

Logitech G560 LIGHTSYNC PC Gaming Speakers: BDT 21,500

Razer Nommo Chroma 2.0 Gaming Speakers: BDT 15,500

Creative Pebble Plus 2.1 USB-Powered Desktop Speakers: BDT 3,290

Wireless Earbuds:

Apple AirPods Pro: BDT 25,000

Samsung Galaxy Buds Pro: BDT 19,999

Jabra Elite 75t True Wireless Earbuds: BDT 13,990

Bluetooth Speakers:

Sony SRS-XB23 Extra Bass Bluetooth Speaker: BDT 7,990

JBL Charge 4 Portable Bluetooth Speaker: BDT 15,990

Bose Sound Link Color II Bluetooth Speaker: BDT 18,500

Please note that prices may vary depending on factors such as retailer, location, and special promotions. Be sure to shop around and compare prices to find the best deals on speakers in Bangladesh in 2024!

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期間割引通販価格, 電池、PC電源の通販！新品

ブランド : FITBIT 電池

タイプ（材質） : Li-ion

容量 : 162mAh/0.627WH

電圧 : 3.87V

商品コード : 25BA0106_Oth

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製品 FITBIT FB521  製品モデルとは Fitbit Sense 2 / Versa4 Smartwatch 完全に互換性があります:

For Fitbit Sense 2 / Versa4 Smartwatch

購入チャネルの推奨

JP: FITBIT FB521 電池 US: FITBIT FB521 Other Battery FR: FITBIT FB521 Batterie Compatible ES: FITBIT FB521 Batería Compatible IT: FITBIT FB521 Batteria Compatibile PL: FITBIT FB521 Kompatybilna Bateria UK: FITBIT FB521 Other Battery

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Fitbit SP271828SFバッテリー150mAh 3.85V

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Fitbit LSSP302228SEバッテリー1100mAh 3.8V

Fitbit LSSP321830AEバッテリー167mAh 3.7V

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FITBIT FB421バッテリー65mAh/0.252Wh 3.87V

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sony ACDP-240E01 電源; SONY LED TV XBR65X930D 65-INCH 4K ULTRA HD 3D SMART TV USB Cable; 100V - 240V 2.6A 50-60Hz 24V 10A 240W

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[ DUO ]: the sender and receiver set up the bluetooth speakers and dance together in the peace of their own home to the sounds of their favorite songs. @hipnagoticos

La vida de Nuria tras la viudez temprana peca de siniestra y macabra, pero sería un desperdicio absoluto el derramar lágrimas, también el amargarse la vida en luto: por eso oye música tropical y, si bien presiente que no la espera el Cielo, poniendo Buena Vista Social Club, las caderas se mueven con diversión. Un mojito preparado por ella misma en la mano, la música la va dirigiendo por la sala. —Cuando termine esta canción, pon una tú.

Pasado un rato de danza, De Medeiros se cansa y, por lo mismo, se enciende un tabaco. Inspira profundamente, luego suelta el humo junto con el aliento. —No me he divertido así en mucho tiempo—podría hablar de la desolación, o de la absoluta tristeza del duelo, pero sería mentira: Nuria no se divertia porque era engañada y, además, relegada a solo existir para tareas domésticas. —, ¡era tan aplicada en la universidad! Detestaba las fiestas de fraternidad. Al menos tú me acompañabas en mi ostracismo.

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Recensione Sony LinkBuds Speaker: tanta sostanza e comodità, in dimensioni compatte

C’è stato un periodo, credo all’inizio del boom dei servizi di streaming musicale, in cui gli speaker Bluetooth si vendevano come il pane. Oggi mi sembra che in casa vengano spesso preferiti gli speaker della domotica per praticità e gli auricolari per l’uso personale. C’è però un grande potenziale in questo settore, basta toccare le corde giuste. Ed è proprio quello che fa il Sony LinkBuds…

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Are Smart Speakers the Future of Portable Sound Systems?

The way we interact with technology is changing, and so is the way we listen to music. With the rise of smart speakers, there’s been a noticeable shift in how people think about portable sound systems. These devices, which combine wireless convenience with voice-controlled features, have quickly gained popularity in homes and workplaces alike. But are smart speakers truly the future of portable sound systems? Let’s explore this question and see what makes these devices so appealing—and what challenges they might face.

The Rise of Smart Speakers

It’s no secret that smart technology is making life easier and more connected. Smart speakers, with their ability to play music, control smart home devices, and answer random questions with a simple voice command, have redefined convenience. Unlike traditional portable speakers that rely solely on Bluetooth or AUX connections, smart speakers often come with Wi-Fi connectivity, giving them access to a much wider range of functions. Whether it's streaming music from online platforms, setting reminders, or even turning off the lights, these devices are becoming all-in-one assistants for daily life.

For tech-savvy users, the appeal is obvious. They don’t just want a speaker; they want an interactive companion that integrates seamlessly with their other gadgets. This demand for more functionality and smarter devices has played a huge role in the growing popularity of smart speakers. 

Portability Meets Intelligence

When we think of portable sound systems, we usually imagine compact, battery-powered speakers that can go anywhere—from picnics in the park to study sessions in the library. Smart speakers are redefining portability by combining mobility with intelligence. While some models are designed to stay plugged in at home, others come with built-in batteries and robust designs, allowing users to carry their smart assistant wherever they go.

However, there’s a catch. Traditional portable speakers tend to prioritize durability and battery life, making them ideal for outdoor adventures. On the other hand, smart speakers often focus on advanced features, such as voice recognition and seamless integration with other devices. This trade-off means that, for now, smart speakers might not be the go-to choice for every portable sound system need, but they are certainly heading in that direction as technology advances.

What Sets Smart Speakers Apart?

So, what makes smart speakers stand out from their more traditional counterparts? Let’s break it down:

Voice Control: The ability to control your speaker with your voice is undeniably convenient. Want to skip a song while cooking? Just say the word. Need to adjust the volume while reading? No problem.

Wi-Fi Connectivity: Unlike traditional portable speakers that rely solely on Bluetooth, smart speakers use Wi-Fi to access a world of possibilities, from internet radio to cloud-based music libraries.

Multi-Room Audio: Many smart speakers allow you to connect multiple devices throughout your home, creating a synchronized sound system that traditional portable speakers can’t match.

Smart Home Integration: Perhaps the most futuristic aspect of smart speakers is their ability to act as a hub for your smart home devices. Adjusting the thermostat, checking your calendar, or even locking your doors can often be done through a single device.

While these features are exciting, they also raise an important question: do these added capabilities justify the higher price tag of smart speakers compared to standard portable sound systems? For many users, the answer depends on how much they value the convenience and smart functionality.

Challenges Smart Speakers Need to Overcome

Despite their growing popularity, smart speakers aren’t without their limitations. For one, there are privacy concerns. Because these devices are always listening for wake words, some users worry about their conversations being recorded or misused. While manufacturers are working to address these concerns, it’s something potential buyers should consider.

Another challenge is battery life. Many smart speakers are designed to stay plugged in, which limits their portability. Even the battery-powered models often have shorter run times compared to traditional portable speakers, making them less ideal for long trips or outdoor use.

Finally, smart speakers rely heavily on a stable internet connection to deliver many of their features. In areas with poor connectivity, their functionality can be significantly reduced, which might frustrate users who expect a seamless experience.

The Future of Portable Sound Systems

So, are smart speakers the future of portable sound systems? The answer might not be a simple yes or no. It’s more likely that smart speakers will continue to evolve and coexist with traditional portable speakers, each serving different needs. As technology improves, we can expect to see smarter, more durable devices with longer battery lives and enhanced features that blur the line between these two categories.

For those who prioritize convenience and smart functionality, smart speakers are already a game-changer. However, users who value ruggedness, extended battery life, and simplicity might still prefer traditional portable speakers for now.

One thing is clear, though: the market for portable sound systems is expanding, and smart speakers are playing a big role in shaping its future. Whether you’re looking for a device to take on your next adventure or a high-tech assistant for your home, investing in the right audio equipment is key. For the best experience, consider purchasing from reputable audio shops like VIP PRO AUDIO that specialize in professional sound systems, as they can guide you to a device that meets your specific needs.

Smart speakers represent a fascinating step forward in portable sound technology. By combining high-quality audio with intelligent features, they offer a glimpse of what the future might hold for sound systems. While they’re not perfect for every scenario, their popularity is a testament to the growing demand for smarter, more connected devices.

As these technologies continue to develop, the line between traditional portable speakers and smart speakers will likely blur, giving users the best of both worlds. Whether you’re a music enthusiast, a tech lover, or just someone looking for a convenient way to enjoy your favorite tunes, smart speakers are definitely worth keeping an eye on. Who knows? They might just become the go-to solution for portable sound systems in the years to come.

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Daftar HP dengan Radiasi Tinggi 2024, Apa Aman untuk Kesehatan?

Daftar HP dengan Radiasi Tinggi 2024, Apa Aman untuk Kesehatan?

Radiasi elektromagnetik dari handphone (HP) menjadi perhatian banyak orang, terutama terkait potensi dampaknya terhadap kesehatan. Setiap ponsel memancarkan radiasi elektromagnetik (EMR) yang dikenal sebagai radiofrequency radiation (RF). Meskipun sebagian besar penelitian menunjukkan bahwa penggunaan HP dalam batas wajar tidak menyebabkan masalah kesehatan yang serius, tetapi ada kekhawatiran mengenai efek jangka panjang yang bisa timbul dari paparan radiasi yang berlebihan.

Bagaimana Radiasi HP Diukur? Radiasi yang dipancarkan oleh HP diukur menggunakan Specific Absorption Rate (SAR), yaitu jumlah radiasi yang diserap tubuh per satuan waktu. Makin tinggi nilai SAR, makin besar pula radiasi yang diserap tubuh. Organisasi Kesehatan Dunia (WHO) menetapkan batas aman SAR di bawah 2,0 W/kg untuk penggunaan ponsel.

Daftar HP dengan Radiasi Tinggi di 2024 Berikut adalah beberapa ponsel dengan SAR tinggi yang sering disebut dalam laporan atau perbandingan di tahun 2024. Meskipun radiasi ini masih dalam batas aman, konsumsi yang berlebihan tetap perlu diwaspadai.

Xiaomi Mi A1

SAR: 1.75 W/kg

Ponsel ini memiliki SAR yang cukup tinggi meskipun masih berada dalam ambang batas yang ditetapkan oleh standar internasional.

OnePlus 5T

SAR: 1.68 W/kg

OnePlus 5T sempat menjadi perhatian karena tingkat radiasi yang sedikit lebih tinggi dibandingkan ponsel lain pada kelasnya.

Motorola Moto E

SAR: 1.59 W/kg

Meskipun termasuk ponsel dengan harga terjangkau, Moto E menunjukkan nilai SAR yang lebih tinggi dibandingkan beberapa ponsel flagship.

Samsung Galaxy Note 5

SAR: 1.42 W/kg

Galaxy Note 5 memiliki SAR yang relatif tinggi di antara perangkat keluaran Samsung.

Google Pixel 3

SAR: 1.39 W/kg

Meskipun populer karena kinerjanya, Google Pixel 3 memiliki nilai SAR yang cukup tinggi.

Apakah Radiasi HP Berbahaya untuk Kesehatan?

Hingga saat ini, WHO dan Food and Drug Administration (FDA) menyatakan bahwa penggunaan ponsel dengan tingkat SAR yang masih dalam batas aman tidak membahayakan kesehatan. Namun, beberapa studi jangka panjang masih perlu dilakukan untuk memeriksa potensi risiko kesehatan dari radiasi yang dihasilkan oleh ponsel, seperti gangguan tidur, penurunan kesuburan, dan peningkatan risiko kanker.

Cara Mengurangi Paparan Radiasi dari HP:

Gunakan Speaker atau Headset: Menggunakan speaker atau earphone kabel/bluetooth bisa membantu mengurangi paparan langsung radiasi ke kepala.

Jaga Jarak dengan Tubuh: Hindari menyimpan ponsel di saku atau dekat tubuh saat tidak digunakan.

Matikan Ponsel di Malam Hari: Untuk mengurangi paparan radiasi saat tidur, lebih baik mematikan ponsel atau menempatkannya jauh dari tubuh.

Pakai Mode Pesawat: Jika tidak perlu berkomunikasi, aktifkan mode pesawat untuk menghentikan pemancaran radiasi.

Kesimpulan: Ponsel dengan SAR tinggi seperti yang tercantum di atas masih dianggap aman untuk digunakan dalam batasan normal, tetapi jika Anda khawatir tentang dampak radiasi dalam jangka panjang, ada beberapa cara untuk mengurangi paparan. Menggunakan perangkat dengan SAR lebih rendah atau menerapkan langkah-langkah pencegahan sederhana bisa membantu menjaga kesehatan