#surface pro 10

[pointonfirst]

Microsoft Surface Pro 10 and Surface Laptop 6 launch date and price in india : माइक्रोसॉफ्ट ला रहा है इंटेल कोर अल्ट्रा सीरीज प्रोसेसर के साथ सर्फेस लैपटॉप जाने क्या है स्पेशल इनमे

Microsoft: माइक्रोसॉफ़्ट विश्व की सबसे बड़ी सॉफ़्टवेयर कम्पनी है इस ने हालही में अपना एक सरफेस लैपटॉप का नया सीरीज़ पेश किया है। जो Surface Pro 10 और Surface Laptop 6 है, जो की स्पेशल बिज़नस का उपयोग करने के लिए डिज़ाइन किया गया हैं, ऐसा माना जा रहा है की यह उनके डिमांड को पूरा करेगा. Microsoft Surface Laptop 6 Launch date Microsoft Surface Laptop 6 price in IndiaMicrosoft Surface Laptop 6…

[hallowcryptidstudio]

UGH! I'm pretty sure my Surface is dead... which sucks.

The brick is indicating power, the light on the plug lights up but the surface wont turn on...

[platformdecentral]

Arms Race | Microsoft's next-gen AI -focused Surface Laptop 6 and Surface Pro 10 to launch with powerful Qualcomm-based ARM chips in March

Microsoft is reportedly planning substantial enhancements to its Surface Pro and Surface Laptop series. These improvements are expected to include revamped designs, innovative features, and cutting-edge 2024 Intel processors (it’s unclear whether these will be 14th-gen or Core Ultra) along with Qualcomm X Series chips. The new devices are anticipated to be unveiled in the spring and are set to be…

[whatudottu]

My fucgking puter died (it fell over and ripped out it's own motherboard 😔) so to celebrate I finally drew more Andromeda 5, this time P'andor and Galapagus :)

[sirpeppersto]

bruh i think the ssd in my surface pro 6 is dead 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[bosspigeon]

man i wish i could draw comics i had such a good idea for a rly good character backstory one for Moss

[hotpinkcyanmillie]

probably not going to watch the new dr strangelove anytime soon here but god “I heard this movie I didn’t watch does something wrong so I’m not gonna watch it and assume it’s propaganda” sure is a fun microcosm of the way people online and especially tumblr talk about media

[omarvektrapc12]

*Keyboard sold separately. The Microsoft Surface Pro unlocks a new way to think about a laptop. Get the most out of your day with accelerated performance that unlocks a new AI era to enable Copilot experiences, and battery life to keep you going all-day long. Ultra-portable design can replace your tablet, your laptop, and does more than you could ever imagine. 

[reasonsforhope]

"A team of researchers at Washington University in St. Louis has developed a real-time air monitor that can detect any of the SARS-CoV-2 virus variants that are present in a room in about 5 minutes.

The proof-of-concept device was created by researchers from the McKelvey School of Engineering and the School of Medicine at Washington University...

The results are contained in a July 10 publication in Nature Communications that provides details about how the technology works.

The device holds promise as a breakthrough that - when commercially available - could be used in hospitals and health care facilities, schools, congregate living quarters, and other public places to help detect not only the SARS-CoV-2 virus, but other respiratory virus aerosol such as influenza and respiratory syncytial virus (RSV) as well.

“There is nothing at the moment that tells us how safe a room is,” Cirrito said, in the university’s news release. “If you are in a room with 100 people, you don’t want to find out five days later whether you could be sick or not. The idea with this device is that you can know essentially in real time, or every 5 minutes, if there is a live virus in the air.”

How It Works

The team combined expertise in biosensing with knowhow in designing instruments that measure the toxicity of air. The resulting device is an air sampler that operates based on what’s called “wet cyclone technology.” Air is sucked into the sampler at very high speeds and is then mixed centrifugally with a fluid containing a nanobody that recognizes the spike protein from the SARS-CoV-2 virus. That fluid, which lines the walls of the sampler, creates a surface vortex that traps the virus aerosols. The wet cyclone sampler has a pump that collects the fluid and sends it to the biosensor for detection of the virus using electrochemistry.

The success of the instrument is linked to the extremely high velocity it generates - the monitor has a flow rate of about 1,000 liters per minute - allowing it to sample a much larger volume of air over a 5-minute collection period than what is possible with currently available commercial samplers. It’s also compact - about one foot wide and 10 inches tall - and lights up when a virus is detected, alerting users to increase airflow or circulation in the room.

Testing the Monitor

To test the monitor, the team placed it in the apartments of two Covid-positive patients. The real-time air samples from the bedrooms were then compared with air samples collected from a virus-free control room. The device detected the RNA of the virus in the air samples from the bedrooms but did not detect any in the control air samples.

In laboratory experiments that aerosolized SARS-CoV-2 into a room-sized chamber, the wet cyclone and biosensor were able to detect varying levels of airborne virus concentrations after only a few minutes of sampling, according to the study.

“We are starting with SARS-CoV-2, but there are plans to also measure influenza, RSV, rhinovirus and other top pathogens that routinely infect people,” Cirrito said. “In a hospital setting, the monitor could be used to measure for staph or strep, which cause all kinds of complications for patients. This could really have a major impact on people’s health.”

The Washington University team is now working to commercialize the air quality monitor."

-via Forbes, July 11, 2023

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Holy shit. I know it's still early in the technology and more testing will inevitably be needed but holy shit.

Literally, if it bears out, this could revolutionize medicine. And maybe let immunocompromised people fucking go places again

Also, for those who don't know, Nature Communications is a very prestigious scientific journal that focuses on Pretty Big Deal research. Their review process is incredibly rigorous. This is an absolutely HUGE credibility boost to this research and prototype

[sissa-arrows]

Seeing articles and videos about “Israel” arming settlers reminds me of the stories my great grandpa told me about May 8th 1945. How France armed the settlers so they would help the colonial authorities kill Algerians. 45000 Algerians were killed in just a couple days and many more were jailed without proper trial.

The general who organized the massacre said to France “I got you 10 years of peace. But things need to change in Algeria, they failed only because the protests were not simultaneous. The calm is back only in surface, the gap between the two communities deepened. You cannot keep on using violence if you want to keep Algeria and your methods need to change.”

He was right (still a peace of shit cause dude organized the massacre of 45000 Algerians). France didn’t listen to him and 9 years and a half later on November 1st 1954 the Algerian war of liberation started with simultaneous attacks all over the North of Algeria. It started with 1000 men only and 8 years later Algeria was free of French colonial rule.

That’s why I’m convinced that Palestine will be free because Israel is repeating the same mistakes France did. My grandpa keeps telling me that he trust Palestinians to take back their land because that’s the natural order of things and because “Israel” reminds him so much of France. The methods, the lies, the propaganda. And just like Algerian women managed to show to the world what was truly happening and switched the public opinion, Palestinian journalists are showing to the world what’s happening. It cannot be ignored.

Pro Israel aholes reached the point where they have to disguise their protests as protest against antisemitism in order to gather any form of support from the public. Western medias already lost all credibility to the point where they are backtracking a bit. Politicians are backtracking slowly too. Because they are realizing that if they keep up the unconditional support they will fall with Israel (tbh I think they are all falling with Israel either way because whenever the Global South rise the West fall cause the West is unable to thrive without looting and oppressing the Global South.).

Palestine will be free in our lifetime Inch’Allah and we will all share pictures and videos of the liberation. Palestinians are going to rebuild their country and thrive. If Algeria kicked out colonizers after 132 years Palestine can do it because it’s a country of braves. Because nobody can stop a people who fight for liberation when the people are united.

[dandelionsresilience]

Dandelion News - January 1-7

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1. Homes built with clay, grass, plastic and glass: How a Caribbean island is shying away from concrete

“[… Clay] traps moisture which then evaporates and pulls heat from the surface as it goes. […] The roof is covered in old recycled advertising banners and piece of a water tank, the other half of which is used to house some of Rahaman-Noronha's fish [… and] multi-coloured glass bottles inset into walls provide an avenue for streams of light and colour.”

2. To Combat Phoenix’s Extreme Heat, a New Program Provides Sustainable Shade

“The neighborhood workshops allow residents to get a shade plan tailored to their community’s needs and identify the locations where officials can plant trees. Meanwhile, the workforce-development side of the program creates the jobs needed to keep the trees alive for generations[….]”

3. Conservation corridors provide hope for Latin America’s felines

“[… S]cience has shown that to maintain healthy populations there needs to be connection between individuals. [… A] protected area that is close to another has more species and more potential for their survival.”

4. Social program cuts tuberculosis cases among Brazil's poorest by more than half

“The decrease [“in TB cases and deaths”] was over 50% in extremely poor people and more than 60% among the Indigenous populations. […] "We know that the program improves access to food [… and healthcare…] and strengthens people's immune defenses as a result.””

5. Geothermal has vast potential to meet the world’s power needs

“New geothermal systems could technically provide as much as 600 terawatts of carbon-free power capacity by 2050[…. C]ountries could cost-effectively deploy over 800 GW of geothermal power capacity using technology that’s in development today[….]”

6. New D.C. Catholic archbishop is pro-LGBTQ+ and anti-Trump

“In 2018, he objected to the blaming of gay priests for the clergy sexual abuse crisis, “saying that such abuse was a matter of power, not sexual orientation[….]” “We must disrupt those who portray refugees as enemies [… and] seek to rob our medical care, especially from the poor.””

7. Chesapeake Bay Will Gain New Wildlife Refuge

“The Chesapeake Bay area will have a new wildlife refuge for the first time in a quarter century. […] “This new refuge offers an opportunity to halt and even reverse biodiversity loss in this important place, and in a way that fully integrates and respects the leadership and rights of Indigenous peoples and local communities.””

8. Inside Svalbard seed vault’s critical mission to stop our favourite fruit and veg from going extinct

“[… T]he world’s largest secure seed storage […] sits proudly in a massive former coal mine[….] Right now, there are over 1,331,458 samples of 6,297 crop species. […] “During 2024, 61 seed genebanks deposited 64,331 seed samples, including 21 from institutes that deposited seeds for the first time this year[….]””

9. Medical debt will be erased from credit reports for all Americans under new federal rule

“The rule will affect more than 15 million Americans, raising their credit scores by an estimated average of 20 points. [… S]tates and localities have already utilized American Rescue Plan (ARP) funds to support the elimination of over $1 billion in medical debt for more than 700,000 Americans[….]”

10. 'Forgotten' water harvesting system transforms 'barren wasteland' into thriving farmland

“"The process started with the community-based participatory planning[….]” 10% to 15% of the water will actually soak into the ground to replenish the water table, creating a more sustainable agricultural process.”

December 22-28 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[hillbillyoracle]

Room Rescue: Basics of Roomkeeping*

*As opposed to housekeeping.

I was talking with someone I know about the basic things that make a room feel better for the least amount of know how and effort. I told them I'd do a write up of my advice so they could refer back to it. I hope it's helpful to some others as well.

Who This Is/Isn't For

This isn't for the folks who already have pretty organized and clean spaces - I am not one of you, I can only admire from afar. This isn't for the folks who don't yet have clear walkways to their bed, bathroom, food, and exit. Been there, you have my love.

This is with a bedroom in mind. This works best if you've got 10-20 minutes a day you can work on it. This works best for people who have already done some decluttering done though maybe not quite as much as they need. This works better in smaller spaces than larger spaces. This is for those people who keep piling up stuff and don't know what to do with it.

Zoning

Your room needs zones. I like try to have the zones the CPG Grey talked about in his Spaceship You video:

Couch/Lounge

Bed/Sleep

Work/Creative

Movement/Exercise

In very smell rooms, some of these around going to overlap and that's fine, just so long as you know where each of them is. Movement for many people is going to be an outside zone and that's fine.

Once you've established these zones, only stuff that belongs with that zone's focus can stay in that zone.

You will pretty quickly come across lots of stuff that doesn't fit neatly into your zones yet. Either you don't have the storage for it yet or you're not quite sure if you're going to keep it long term. That's fine. This is where the support zones come in handy.

Trash

Laundry

Staging/Take Out

DOOM (Didn't Organize Only Moved)

It's my personal opinion that trash and laundry should be in containers with lids/bags that zip closed. If that genuinely doesn't work for you don't listen to me. The pro of this is that when it's contained like that it feels like less of a task/there's less visual clutter and it's less stressful to see them.

Staging/Take Out zone is for things you want to take out of the room when you get up. They should wither be close to the door or close to where you put that stuff down anyways.

DOOM (Didn't Organize Only Moved) zone is for all the boxes, bags, random pile of crap that do not currently have a place. The ideal place for this zone is the least visible spot from the door. I recommend this because how you enter the room determines a lot of how you feel about it. Stick anything that doesn't yet have a place here. Use boxes, pile high.

From there, you can dedicate 15-20 minutes a day to tidying first, then using the leftover time to improve the space.

Tidying

I like the Five Things Tidying method from KC Davis. Everything in your room falls into one of five categories:

Trash

Dishes

Laundry

Things that Have a Place

Things that Don't Have a Place

Start at the top and work your way down. Don't get through the whole list in 15-20 minutes? Just get as far as you can and come back tomorrow. Things that don't have a place can go in your DOOM Pile. If all you can manage if 5 minutes, that's great. Do what you can.

If you miss a day, no big. Shoot for more days out of a week than not and your space will steadily get cleaner.

Improving

If you have time leftover after tidying each day, I recommend doing some of the following:

Decluttering your DOOM pile/establishing object homes

Clearing horizontal surfaces

Decorating/hang up mementos

Physical cleaning

You will always have some sort of DOOM or Miscellaneous Pile/Box. I don't know of a single sane person in my life who doesn't. The goal is to get it to something manageable for you. Maybe it's a section of your closet, maybe it's a box under your bed - whatever ultimately strikes that balance between the stuff you want to fit there and the space you want for everything else you do in your room. Which is to say periodically going through DOOM piles is not a sign of failure, it's a normal chore. For decluttering, I highly recommend Dana K. Whites No-Mess Decluttering Method.

Clearing horizontal surfaces is s constant battle in my experience. They love to collect things. The only things that should be on surfaces are things that you have decided go there. Have a lot of items? Group them into bags and boxes so they can be moves more easily. Leave the tops furniture for decor and lighting and, in the case of desks and bedside tables, a well curated selection of favorites. These selections will need updated and rotated through when you're in different seasons of life. It's not shameful, it's a normal chore.

Decorating is a vital part of living in a space. I will die on that hill. You can add as much or as little as you like but some personalization is so key for mental health. Take a little time here and there to put up pictures of loved ones, cards or other ephemera that make you happy. Put up lamps that help you see better and works of art that inspire you. It's also a chore.

Physical cleaning. The main cleaning that needs done in a bedroom is dusting and vacuuming. Honestly if you're starting from scratch, once a month is often plenty to start with. Clean up spills as they happen. Take out trash when it's full. Do your laundry as needed. Refill tissues and such when you run out. Most of cleaning is responding to events and your own needs.

Conclusion

I hope this gives someone some ideas on how to improve their room a little so it's a more pleasant space to be in. This won't result in like a pinterest level room but it strkes that balance between neat and easy to care for in my experience.

Take what's useful and leave the rest!

[celestials-xoxo]

THREAD OF ANIMATED SERIES YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT 🧵

it’s a long thread so lock in!

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1. jentry chau vs the underworld

“a chinese-american teen living in a small town in texas finds out a demon is hunting her for the supernatural powers she's been working her whole life to repress.”

streaming now on netflix

please don’t let it being a netflix show scare you it doesn’t end on a cliffhanger it has a “self contained” ending while leaving enough for potential second season (please check it out 🙏🏾)

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2. invincible fight girl

streaming now hbo max

“A young girl named Andy, living in Wrestling World, endeavors to become the best pro-wrestler ever and takes on the alias of "Fight Girl."

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3. iyanu

coming to cartoon network and hbo max in Spring 2025.

“Iyanu chronicles the journey of a teenage orphan girl with no recollection of her past, who suddenly discovers that she has abilities that rival the ancient deities of her people.”

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4. pantheon

streaming on netflix (season 2 coming soon)

“maddie begins receiving messages from a mysterious stranger that claims to be her recently deceased father, David. his consciousness has been uploaded to the cloud after an experimental brain scan turns out he’s not the only one.”

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5. moon girl and devil dinosaur

After 13-year-old supergenius Lunella accidentally brings 10-ton Tyrannosaurus rex Devil Dinosaur into present-day New York City via a time vortex, they work together to protect the city's Lower East Side from danger.

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6. castlevania nocturne

now streaming on netflix (s2 just came out a few days ago! pls check it out 🙏🏾)

“As revolution sweeps France, Richter Belmont fights to uphold his family's legacy and prevent the rise of a ruthless, power-hungry vampire ruler.”

also watch the original castlevania too , nocturne is a sequel!

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7. kipo and the age of wonderbeasts

“Kipo, a sheltered girl, gets a crash course in survival when a mutant attack sends her to the surface, far from the safety of her underground home.”

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8.scavengers reign

“a rotating cast of main characters, all survivors of a catastrophic breach to space freighter demeter 227. Their escape pods have brought them to a nearby planet , vesta minor, left untouched by human interplanetary colonization.”

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9. the dragon prince

s7 is now streaming on netflix

“the story of two human princes who forge an unlikely bond with the eleven assassins sent to kill them embarking on an epic quest to bring peace to their warring lands.”

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10. craig of the creek

“Following the adventures of Craig Williams and his two friends, Kelsey Pokoly and John Paul `JP' Mercer, as they explore the untamed wilderness of the Creek, which is dominated by tribes of children.”

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[sightseertrespasser]

This is kind of a ramble, hope you’re cool with that. Your writing is everything. Part ten of Odds of Survival is perfect to me. It’s exactly what I wanted in sense of writing when the idea of Mecha AU was first proposed. It’s the perfect mix of hilarious and serious. Everything flows perfectly. The whole idea is absurd and it knows it’s absurd which makes it work in every way. I don’t know how to properly express how this makes me feel. I’m giggling and squealing and kicking my feet, while simultaneously wanting to dig into something with my teeth and shake it around.

The way you wrote how humans and Cybertronians interact was really fun to me. It felt nicely balanced. I loved that humans are acknowledged as weak in comparison to Cybertronians but also super strong with those damn Mecha suits. Other organic aliens not liking Cybertronians is really interesting to me. I love love love world building, and I want to know how these other spices think. Why don’t they like Cybertronians. How could you take one look at giant robot aliens and not think “awesome”? That’s the coolest thing ever. I’d ally with those metal freaks in a heartbeat.

Prowl being shocked about how we do space travel. “What do you mean you use explosives?”. Sir, how else are you supposed to get into space? It gives the implication that most species don’t use highly explosive materials to leave their planet, but have found out another method which I can’t wrap my head around, but is so totally us . We aren’t going to not do something just because it’s dangerous. We’re going to latch onto whatever method works and make it the best it possibly could be.

Elita being disgusted by Jazz moving was so funny. I was cackling. I love the idea of being perceived as gross by aliens. I threaten to smear my hand oils on things just for the heck of it. Speaking of hand oils, did you know that placing your bare skin on certain types of lightbulbs will cause it to explode? The oils in our finger tips will cause the light to heat up unevenly which in turn, makes it exploded and launch molten shard of glass everywhere. Not totally relevant, but I learned this in film class and thought it was a cool thing we could do and really wanted to share. Hope you don’t mind.

Anyway, your mecha fics are amazing, truly. I know you said you were done writing for Odds of Survival, but I hope you keep writing other stuff in the mecha universe. If not that’s cool too. No pressure obviously. I’ll just be content with what you gave us. But seriously. This is so amazing and cool and awesome and just everything. There’s so much more I want to say that I can’t formulate properly, but your writing is good. I like it lots. 10/10

Thank you so much for your rambling!

When it comes to truly absurd concepts in stories, I far far more enjoy when writers actually play with the implications of those concepts.

I’m certainly a fan of the Humans are Space Orcs variety of fiction, but mainly I just like it when the human characters are still interesting independent of the alien characters. Generic Everyman humans are fine in the short term but I love when writers flesh out their human and alien characters beyond the surface level of “my species is my personality.”

Jazz is a badass and a liar and an extremely “improvisational ” type of problem solver, which makes writing him interesting. Likewise, Prowl is a genius and a schemer and an extremely stubborn problem solver.

Put the two into a bucket full of problems and it’s a joy to watch them go!

The human/alien dynamic just adds another layer to an already interesting assortment of character interactions.

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Prowl is having a hard time imagining what “big missiles” is supposed to mean in terms of space travel.

He isn’t thinking of 50+ people in a command center all working together with an deathly serious amount of math to ensure the rocket makes it to the station safely. Prowl is imagining Jazz holding on to the outside of a missile for dear life.

Likewise, Prowl is thinking they return to the planet by using reverse propulsion from the rockets to slow down, and he is definitely not thinking the actual method of descending from space is “big cloth and some rope”.

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The lightbulb funfact is really cool! And yeah, Elita isn’t normally bothered by organics but there was a little too much Freaky going on for one day. The mostly hairless twitching space gerbil was not on her list of things she expected to deal with that day.

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I’ve definitely got more ideas planned for the mecha au. There’s a lot of other characters to explore and I’ve been sitting on some plans for a while.

[deeversuswords]

‧˚₊ Truth Exposer 1: Uncovered — Ch.10

PAIRING — Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki/Vigilante F!Reader RATING — Explicit CONTAINS — heavy angst, enemies to lovers (sort of), mutual pining, slow burn, eventual smut, moral ambiguity, cheating (not between katsuki/reader), unhealthy relationships, unhealthy coping mechanisms, grief/mourning, dark themes (past abuse, stalking, kidnapping, torture, quirk trafficking), violence, swearing, open but hopeful ending, dual pov (mostly reader), no use of y/n ◆ married bakugou katsuki—not to reader—and has a daughter too ◆ characters are in their late 20s SUMMARY — Running away would be the sensible thing to do. Getting as far away as possible from him, the one person who’s your ticket to losing your freedom. Not searching for him out of stupid curiosity and showing up at the last place you should: his house. They say curiosity killed the cat, but yours seems to always end up as the key unlocking doors that should probably stay locked. Because when you open the door to Bakugou Katsuki’s life, it’s not a loving marriage, not a happy family of three you find, but falsity, forced duty, and a dark secret that threatens his very own life. Bakugou Katsuki, the pro hero tasked with catching you and your downfall. And you, the vigilante exposing ugly truths for a living—his salvation.

➥AO3 LINK // ➥AO3 CHAPTER LINK // ➥TUMBLR CHAPTERS LIST

CHAPTER SUMMARY — The confrontation with Bakugou ends in one breakdown and one mistake.

CHAPTER WARNINGS — masturbation

WORD COUNT — ~4.7k

a/n: once upon a time, this chapter was 4.2k words and a little bit different in vibe, but i woke up on friday with a loose screw. i hope you enjoy the aftermath of my loose screw that prevented a portion of scene 1 from being cut out :D

“The hell you doin’ with Izuku?” Katsuki growled the second you were both out of sight, making a grab at you.

You dodged. Stayed silent. Quickened your pace, beelining for the bar where you leaned forward on your forearms, the slight arch in your back teasing.

Katsuki looked.

Of course, he fucking looked.

He had no choice but to roam the curve of your spine down to your ass as he stomped up beside you, fuming like a bull surrounded by red. You were as hot, as annoying, and as madness-inducing as the blood scalding his veins.

“We don’t usually take requests for custom drinks, but I could make an excep—”

“Get us two whiskey highballs,” Katsuki cut in, glaring at the bartender as he slid onto the stool closest to you. Making an exception? Damn bartender, trying to flirt. The bar was supposed to be order-and-go, but with no one around, he shot his shot. His leg rested against the back of your thighs. “Make ‘em strong.”

You tensed, twisting at the waist to shoot him a warning look.

“R-right away, sir,” the bartender stammered, stepping away.

“I don’t appreciate you taking liberties with my drink,” you said.

“And I don’t appreciate you takin’ liberties with Izuku. Your point?”

Lowering your gaze to the bar, you traced your fingertips over the cracks in the wood. Light glinted off the surface, harsher in places where the bartender had wiped away condensation or spillage. “I don’t think you realize how your behavior looks right now,” you drawled, meeting his eyes. “Really fucking inappropriate for a married man.”

You were just as inappropriate. Observed him from under your lashes, all defiant and smug, like you were perched on some throne, and he was at your feet. Tolerated his leg against the back of your thighs. Shifted your weight, popping your hip out. Swore and kicked his blood pressure into next gear.

He’d heard you swear before—that tongue of yours could be as scandalous as his, dirty and cruel—but right now, he found it provocative. Too provocative. He shoved his sleeves up to his elbows, hands itchy for the softness of your skin.

“That’s rich comin’ from you, Truthie.” Katsuki matched your tone, knocking the back of your thighs twice with his leg. “Goin’ after Izuku? Cheap as hell.”

“Is it? Since when?” You turned sideways and bent lower, filling the air with your scent, stealing his breath for a second. “We’re not involved in any way. And Midoriya and I? Adults. Single, not-committed-to-anyone adults.”

“Yeah?” His lips quirked up with cruelty. “Then what the hell were you cryin’ for when I kissed my wife?”

Your nails scraped the bar top. Smug confidence drained from your face, and you tried to back off, but he clasped your wrist and yanked you in. You gasped, lost your balance, and caught yourself on his leg.

“What are you doing? Let go before someone sees,” you hissed, fighting his grip. “Do you want ‘trouble in paradise’ trending?”

He resisted barking a laugh. The same shit he threw in wife-on-paper’s face you tossed at him. Goddamn. There had to be a string of his frequency inside you, because what the hell? Exact words. Exact meaning. This was fun, and he wanted more of it.

“You’re a walking contradiction, you know that?” His thumb skimmed your pulse, blunt nail grazing. It raced like a small animal cornered. His own wasn’t much calmer.

“You’re no better.” You sounded breathless. “You claim to hate her, but your actions say otherwise.”

“That somethin’ you should tell a married man?” Katsuki slid off the stool, losing your touch on his leg. His heart stumbled in his chest from what he was about to do. His body shielded half of yours, and the ongoing contact. Mouth at your ear, he rasped. “Really fuckin’ inappropriate.”

Anger sliced through your blown-out pupils. You fisted his sweater, ready to tear into him, but were forced to drop it. The bartender returned with the drinks, then scurried away. As he should. The perimeter was dangerous; two predators were circling each other.

Katsuki maintained eye contact as he reached for the glass, condensation dampening his palm. Bubbles broke the surface, tiny drops landing on his nose when he took a deep swig. His throat worked it down, the alcohol feeding the fire, wrecking him and creeping into his already-drunk brain.

“Thought you knew better than fallin’ for appearances,” he said.

You copied him. Your lips wrapped around the glass rim. Ice cubes clinked when you tilted it back for a sip. Again, when you set it on the bar. The whole act dripped fury and seduction wrapped in one aggravating package. It completely wrecked his focus.

The surroundings blurred. All he knew was you, your imprint on the glass and the blood pumping violently into his dick.

Impossible. Impossible. Impossible.

But he craved a taste.

“That would apply if I knew you, but I don’t. And I have no interest to.”

You tried for an unimpressed once-over but blew it the second your eyes caught the strain in his pants. You swallowed so hard, Katsuki was tempted to take a mouthful of the alcohol and feed it to you himself. To keep your throat from drying up.

Damn.

Was he seeing this right? Was he having the same effect on you? Turning you on?

“Here’s the thing, Bakugou,” you continued, picking at your clothes. Adjusting them. “I get that Midoriya is your friend, but stay out of it unless you plan on explaining why you’re acting like some jealous ex.”

“You want him?”

“None of your business. This conversation is officially over.”

You swiped the drink off the bar and turned to leave, just like that night. He’d done nothing then because he couldn’t, but things were different now. His hand slapped over your hip and pulled you into him, back flush to his front. Things that shouldn’t be touching…fucking touching.

“Are you—”

“Shut up,” he gritted, a hot shiver rolling over his skin. His restraint shuddered. “Don’t you dare squirm, or we’re makin’ the headlines within the hour.”

You regarded him from the corner of your eye. “You’re playing a dangerous game right now.”

“We both are,” he scoffed. “Three things, Truthie. Where the hell were you and my so-called wife that night? What was that smell on your shirt? And what do you want from Izuku?”

“No idea what you’re talking about. Why are you smelling my shirt? Again, none of your business.” Your ass pushed back into him as you shifted to elbow his gut. “Let me be clear. I don’t care about you or your life, so stop sniffing around mine. It’s creepy.”

He bit back a groan, not letting go. Shit didn’t hurt, but the friction? A real fucking problem. “Yeah, right. That’s why you’re hidin’ shit from me about my life. Who the hell you think you’re foolin’, huh?”

You shook your head, exasperated. “You’re being ridiculous. Why would I hide anything about your life when you’re not even on my interest radar?” You smacked your hand over his and tried to pry it off. “And move your hard, married dick away. It’s against the wrong ass.”

“Move your ass away from it. You got that option.”

His gaze dragged slowly down your spine, stopping at the source of your supposed discomfort. The visual shot straight to his dick, beyond calming at this point. It jerked against your ass. Leaked into his boxers.

You swiveled around and jumped back two steps. He would’ve taken it as rejection—if not for your ragged breathing, your thighs clenched tight, and the way you looked at him. Hungry, but scared. Because he’d outed you for the liar you were.

“No interest, huh?” His hand slipped into his pocket, tugging the fabric inward until the outline of his dick was front and center. “You sure?”

“Bakugou—”

“Tell me what I wanna know. I’ll pretend you ain’t ruinin’ your panties ‘cause of my married dick.”

Your composure seemed to crumble under the crude truth. You screwed your eyes shut, smacked a hand over your forehead, and breathed in and out for a few long seconds. When your eyes opened, they were dark with defiance, challenge, and something else that felt like your hand on him, giving him some relief.

“The only thing I’m ruining is my day. Married men, especially ones like you, don’t get me dripping. But you know what does?” You were back in his space, dragging a finger down the ridge of his abs. “Cute, attentive, single guys like the one waiting for me at the table.”

Katsuki instantly bristled. His jaw locked. “Don’t you dare.”

“Or what?” You tilted your head. “What are you going to do, Dynamight? Cock block your friend because…?”

“You—”

Both of your heads snapped toward the furious staccato of heels. There was only one person who could be behind that.

“Perfect timing.” You reached for his glass and pushed it toward him, tapping his chest like he’d just been rejected by his crush, and you were there to placate his pride. “Cool off. Drink up. Or ask your wife to do it. Or both. Have fun. You need it.”

His fist came down hard on the bar as you skipped past, rattling the glasses. A snarl tore from his chest.

Fucking brat.

Damn little shit.

Pain in his ass.

He was going to ruin your fucking night. If you seriously thought you were getting any dick tonight, you were dead wrong.

Not only were you hiding shit from him, and lying straight to his face about it, but you left him with a raging boner that felt like it might explode from pressure, and dared to pretend you didn’t want him.

At the very least, for a one-time fuck.

“It’s been fifteen minutes. What the hell are you doing?” wife-on-paper seethed, getting in his face.

He ignored her. Swept your glass off the bar and downed it, licking his lips to catch the lingering hint of your taste, while she watched. The game he played was dangerous, risky, but he knew wife-on-paper already crossed you out. She’d never make the connection.

You were Izuku’s option, or whatever. Not…

“Katsuki. Are you listening?”

He wouldn’t be, if he had a choice. She was suffocating. Trapping him. Leeching his freedom.

“Gonna take a piss,” he spat, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “Don’t follow. It ain’t code for a quick fuck.”

On his way to the restroom, he flicked at the stupid wedding ring with his thumb. He hated it, more and more every day.

And he hated his name in her mouth, hated the way she demanded answers she wasn’t entitled to.

But above all, he hated her touch. With the same intensity he craved yours.

You.

The dangerous threat to his sanity that had him checking he was alone before heading to the last stall.

The worst temptation that got his hand in his pants, gripping tight around the base of his cock before the door was even shut and locked.

The unholy corruption that stripped away whatever inhibition he had left, making him free himself, spit into his palm, and jerk off like a fucking loser in a restaurant restroom.

A sin.

But his nonetheless.

Married men, especially ones like you, don’t get me dripping. But you know what does? Cute, attentive, single guys like the one waiting for me at the table.

Bullshit. Lies. All goddamn lies. It wasn’t guys like that, or guys like Izuku. It was him. Somehow, a piece of your world revolved around him, and that was why you were acting out.

He knew that now. Felt it in his soul. Katsuki had fucked his own heart over thinking it was impossible, only to be proven wrong by one reckless interaction you chased. It was you who followed him when you could’ve stayed seated at the table, playing stranger until the dinner ended.

Something was there. Something meant for him. Whatever it was, he’d capitalize on it.

Fuck broke from his lungs, raw and needy, as he braced himself on the cold tile, half-lidded gaze shamelessly watching his hand stroking faster. The pitiful organ in his chest pounded desperately, relishing the crumb of hope, eager to claim your something.

His choppy breaths were suddenly too loud in his ears, drying his mouth. He licked his lips and kicked back a groan, reminded of the scrap of your taste he gathered off the glass rim. Your teasing touch on his abs returned like a ghost, together with the sound of his hero name rolling off your tongue.

Three things that warped his brain into an illusion where you kissed him like an addiction. Demanded him like an obsession. Said his given name like ownership.

Because he was your favorite.

Katsuki. Katsuki. Katsuki.

Katsuki saw fucking stars as he came all over his hand and tiles, holding his breath so no sounds left and shaking from every fiber of his rigid muscles. Your imaginary voice saying his name kept him going extra seconds until nothing dripped out of him, except sweat.

As he tried to catch his breath, panting quietly, his mouth twisted into a scowl. He glared at his filthy hand. His dick was happy, but he was getting pissed. That shit was embarrassingly unsatisfying. And now he had to play cleaner, wipe every drop of evidence, otherwise his face would be slapped next to some ridiculous headline.

Cum found in a popular restaurant’s restroom. Shocker! It’s Dynamight’s.

“Fuckin’ hell are you a moron,” he muttered, ripping some toilet paper and wiping his spent dick raw. “Bakugou…Katsuki, huh.”

The idiot who didn’t know what giving up was and put everything on the line to win where it mattered. The stubborn bastard who never went down without a fight.

He needed his freedom, and he knew exactly who the perfect candidate was to help him get it.

You welcomed the breeze cooling your flushed skin as you stood on the sandy border, close enough for the ocean washing over the beach to lap at your shoes with the last of its strength. Eyes lost to the starry surface. Mind so far away it’d need a beat longer to return.

The world was small, despite its size. When you had accepted Midoriya’s invitation, it didn’t even cross your mind that it’d turn out like this. You expected a meal, drink, and light conversation, not Bakugou and his wife. Not getting a kick out of having your legs tangled with his under the table, while she clung pathetically to him. Not crumbling under the pressure of the thrill and seeking more of it. And definitely, not losing the reins on your composure and brain.

Him, hard and twitching against your ass, nearly checkmated you. Damn off-limits bastard got you wet and needy in record time. You were so ready for him, you probably would’ve ignored your spasming moral compass and let him bend you over that bar to fuck whatever he wanted out of you if he asked. Himself out of your system, preferably.

He was like a virus, plaguing your mind, infecting your rationality, disrupting your flow.

He was present, even now, an hour after leaving the restaurant and sending him and Miyuki off with a cab. Putting thoughts in your head and making it awkward to be with Midoriya. You already knew how the night would end—with a fantasy of him and your fingers buried deep.

“I had a wonderful time, Midoriya. Thank you,” you forced yourself to say, kicking lightly at the sand.

He shifted beside you and cleared his throat. “Me too. It was great, and, uh…unexpected.”

“Crazy how small the world can be.”

“Yeah. Um…” He hesitated over your last name, drawing your attention to him. His eyes fastened on yours. Nervous, yet still glowing with the same interest they’d held all night, twisting your stomach with guilt. “I wanted to say thank you. For agreeing to join Kacchan and his wife. You didn’t have to. It was just a casual dinner between us, but you went along with it anyway. I’m really grateful.”

What was it about Bakugou that had you igniting like a supernova, indifferent to whether he met you halfway or snuffed out the light? The forbidden? The one-sided past?

Midoriya was right here—well-mannered, kind, and attentive, just like he’d been since you met up at seven. Good-looking, too. Yum, as Ayumu said.

But he wasn’t your type. Or maybe he wasn’t because you’d never had a piece of someone like him. Sometimes, that’s all it took to realize something was exactly what you needed.

Did you want a piece of Midoriya?

“Kacchan?” you prodded, keeping your tone light.

He blinked, taken aback, and let out an awkward laugh. “It’s what I call him,” he said. “I’ve been doing it since we were kids. Some habits die hard, but honestly, I think some stick with you for life, no matter what you do.”

You silently agreed, guilty of the same. Your pin boards could attest to it. You’d tried using tech to puzzle things together, but staring at monitors while hunting for patterns felt like undeserved punishment. The old-school way was ingrained in your instinct. Post-its. Color coding. Strings connecting the push pins across the board. Hours upon hours of staring until your eyes were dry.

“You two are childhood friends?” Midoriya nodded, and a playful smile bloomed on your face. An idea sparked in your brain like an exposed wire. “Does he have a nickname for you, too?”

“Deku.”

“Deku? As in your hero name?”

“It’s a long story.” Something akin to nostalgia settled over his features as he turned his gaze to the rippling waves. “He hasn’t called me that outside of hero work in years. Definitely better than me at breaking habits.” Another laugh. Quieter. Softer. “Sometimes I slip on duty, call him Kacchan, and he chews me out for it.”

They were close, making Midoriya perfect for your backup plan. If Bakugou turned out to be a villain—or if he was in danger—Midoriya would act, if you needed him to.

“Was he always like this? Snappy, impatient, blunt?”

“Eh?”

You winced. Real subtle. Might as well write on your forehead: Interested in Bakugou Katsuki. Send info. Your fingers found a loose thread on the hem of your shirt and crushed it.

Midoriya mulled over your words. “Did he say anything when you went for a drink? I know he’s got a way with words.”

Just say? Try say and do.

Warmth flared in your cheeks, your heart stumbling into a feverish beat that incinerated the last of your inner peace. It pulsed lower, between your legs, waves like tiny whimpers, desperate for the slightest touch. As you shifted your weight, your slicked panties dragged over your aching clit like a tongue, and you mentally cursed your whole existence.

You shuddered. Violently. Like you’d been electrocuted.

Bakugou’s imaginary, pesky presence intensified, encasing your body, burrowing into your flushed skin. He hijacked your inner voice, cockiness cranked to the maximum.

Thinkin’ of me eatin’ you out when he’s right there? Inappropriate, Truthie.

“Are you okay?” Midoriya asked.

Nah. Needs a ride on my tongue.

You slapped your hands over your face. “I think the salt in the air finally got me. My eyes sting.” Your brain stung too…from cuckooness. Stupid, stupid brain.

“Allow me to check?” Midoriya stepped in front of you, his body blocking some of the breeze. “It’s getting quite windy, so it could be sand.”

Peeking at him through your fingers, you fluttered your lashes to sell the story as you prepared to reject his offer. You must’ve looked like a bad comedy personified. “It’s getting better. Thanks.”

“You don’t seem well.”

That’s cause she wants co—

“I’m fine!”

You jumped back to put some distance, only to lose your balance in your haste. And Midoriya was right there, catching you and pulling you close. If there’d been space between you before, now there was barely any.

Two surprised breaths met in the middle.

The air thickened, scented by the possibility of mistakes. Midoriya’s hand, still resting on your elbow, glided down to your hand. His thumb brushed hesitantly over your pulse, already in overdrive.

Bakugou did that too. But he was confident in the way he touched, bold in how he teased that sensitive spot. For someone so crude, his seduction was dark, dangerous, deep. Wrapped in expensive silk.

Midoriya’s was probably more like cotton. Fluffy. Consistent. Surface-level.

“We should probably go,” you said, pretending not to see how his head inclined a fraction toward you. “It’s getting late.”

It was always in the late hours, under the reign of night and its darkness, when impulses were harder to resist and mistakes tended to happen. You were prone to one tonight. He seemed to be, too.

Midoriya nodded, withdrew his hand, and smiled.

His eyes didn’t crinkle.

You were halfway up the stairs when his hand returned to your wrist, making you pause. He uttered your last name, and your heart skipped at the composed tone in his voice. You turned to face him.

Pale light from the streetlamp above cast shadows across his face, accentuating the maturity in his features and dissolving any lingering association between him and the word cute. In that moment, there was nothing soft or fluffy about him. Midoriya looked every inch a man shaped by past tragedies, fought battles, and steely convictions.

He tipped his head to the side as his serious gaze landed on your hand, still clasped in his.

“What is it?” you whispered.

“Can we do a repeat of today sometime?” His deep green eyes flitted to yours. “Just us?”

“As…acquaintances?”

“I want to get to know you, so I guess not.”

“A date?” His thumb began to rub absently over your pulse, answering for him. You shook your head with a quiet sigh. “Midoriya, I don’t date. I’m sorry. I’m too busy to commit, and it wouldn’t be fair to you. But we can be… friends?”

Too busy bein’ committed to me, you mean. I’m everywhere in your head, in—

You sliced through that inner voice possessed by him. Silencing it for all but a moment.

For years.

“Platonic is good too,” he said, nodding as if trying to convince himself more than agree with you. “But before we settle on that, there’s something I can’t stop thinking about. I’ve tried, but I can’t.”

That something wasn’t related to you and Bakugou…right? Midoriya hadn’t seen anything, hadn’t noticed. You’d been impulsive, sure, but discreet at the table. At least, you hoped so.

“Something?”

He climbed the only step separating you, and you could see the whole spectrum of green in his eyes with how close he was. Your lips parted on a swift inhale and froze like that when his mirrored. The air between you trembled. Something wasn’t vague anymore. It had shape. Weight.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, soft but certain. “Just this once. Then we forget about it.”

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your heart went mad, and he was probably feeling it. Did you want a piece of him? Because here it was: a one-time invitation, no strings attached. A golden opportunity. You might find out that what you needed was indeed softer in nature. Or, you just might end up confirming you liked bleeding on jagged edges.

You looked between his eyes. “Why?”

“I’d keep wondering, and I don’t want to if we’re going to be friends.”

Do it. Kiss him. Fuckin’ face the truth. Confirm me.

“But if you—” Midoriya tried.

“Kiss me.”

One heartbeat of absolute silence passed.

Then his lips were on yours, stumbling you back into the railing. Soft and a little bit impatient. His arm banded around your middle, shielding you from the cold metal, while the other cupped your cheek.

You kissed him. Parts of you melted under the almost innocent lip-lock, but your core searched for that sensation that drowned you and made you soar at the same time.

You grew desperate when it didn’t find it. Your heart accelerated with the why. Denial brewed in the heat of your persistent desire that had nothing to do with the man learning the shape of your lips. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

You were committed to no one.

Soul, heart, body—they were yours alone. Listening to you. Responding to you. Acting the way you wanted them to.

And right now, you wanted your soul to withdraw into some isolated corner, your heart to shut up, and your body to tune into his and be greeted by the steady drumming of his honest heart.

Angling your head, you teased his bottom lip with the tip of your tongue, and he welcomed it with a restrained moan. The sound sank into your bones, weakened your knees. But when his taste registered, you fisted a hand into his dress shirt.

Stop searchin’. It ain’t me.

It could never be him.

Midoriya grew bolder, hand skimming over your side, down to your hip.

You’re runnin’.

You weren’t.

Running away looked different.

You were here. Present and engaged. Eroding in arms that were strong but kind, not possessive. Heart disintegrating into a desolate void that expanded with each moment you spent giving Midoriya pieces of yourself that weren’t meant for him.

At its peak, that void sucked you into its gravitational field of cruel truth and repelled him, who belonged elsewhere.

Your hand was on his chest, pushing, while the rest of your body leaned so far back you might’ve joined the world at the horizontal, if not for his arm still wrapped around you

Both of you stood frozen.

Wide-eyed.

Staring.

And in the pregnant silence between two mismatched heartbeats, that look said it all: This was a mistake.

Ringing tore through the suffocating atmosphere before regret could fully settle, startling you both. Midoriya stepped back, one step more for someone who had just kissed you.

“Kacchan?” he muttered as he checked his phone. Worry chased away the aftermath of your mutual mistake, and your stomach twisted with dread. If something happened to him— “Is everything okay?”

Your senses zeroed in on him, anticipating his voice. You’d never been more grateful for the extra sensitivity your quirk came with.

”You home yet?”

That raspy baritone perforated the void in your chest. Your hands grabbed the railing behind you, slightly trembling.

“Um.” Midoriya looked at you, then answered. “Not yet. Why?”

“You ain’t alone.” Bakugou’s response landed like an accusation, punctuated by the sharp, loud click of his tongue. “Should’ve said so. Same woman from earlier?”

The skin over your knuckles pulled taut. The fucking void shrunk. Because of him.

Damn him and his timing. As if he knew what you’d done—sensed it—and died to rub salt into your fresh, bleeding wound, while reissuing his obscure little claim on—

He had no right.

No fucking right to be anything.

Your dynamic was a doomed, rotten web. Spun from impulsivity. Held together by the inability to back the fuck off.

He was married.

A suspect.

Your enemy.

“I’ll call you back.”

Midoriya ended the call and continued to stare at you with an unreadable expression for a few long minutes. Quietly observing. Thinking. Probably wondering why your kiss tasted like a fallacy.

Your heart ached, longed, and revolted. But you peeled your fingers from the railing, straightened your spine, and forced a disarming smile onto your face.

Let it hurt. Let it cry and scream. Let it mourn what could never be.

One foot in front of the other. One step. Two steps. Three steps.

“Still want to be friends?” you asked, standing close again to the man whose kiss you could barely remember. A mirage to your senses.

His shoulders sagged as he sighed, gaze drifting sideways. Small creases appeared between his brows as he considered your question as though this were a pivotal moment in his life.

When he looked back at you, Midoriya mirrored your relaxed expression, your smile; his was sincere. “Yes. I want to.”

And you realized…

His hesitation wasn’t suspicion. It was about letting go of whatever reason he had for kissing you in the first place.

A reason you weren’t curious to know.

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Unforeseen Circumstances

Bayverse Raphael x Blk Fml Reader

I should've done it this way rather than the other, but hey we can't ALL be pros at this, can we?

You find yourself in a dimension that isn't your own, meeting someone you did not expect to meet. You didn't expect him to even exist. Then you realize that not only are you a fictional character in their world, you exploring it with the one you've favored the most. Hope you enjoy.

Ch. 1: Caught in this Dimension

Ch 2: Explanations are Due!

Ch 3: Settling In

Ch 4: What Now???

Ch 5: Forest Fever

Ch 6: Talk to Me, Baby

Ch 7: Unwanted Guests

Ch 8: Where's Ya Mama???

Ch 9: These Bells Ain't Ringin!"

Ch 10: Touch Me!

Bonus: Tonight.......

Ch 11: Beneath the Surface

Ch 12: Parting Gifts

Ch 13: Followed....

Ch 14: Caught.....Again

Ch 15: Interrogation to Infiltration

Ch 16: This ISN'T It

Ch 17: