#flip-flop circuit

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Battery backed Static RAM, Random Access Memory, flip-flop circuit

FM25V05 Series 512 Kb (64 K x 8) 3V Surface Mount Serial F-RAM Memory - SOIC-8

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What is SRAM, static ram, nominal supply voltage, Types of Non Volatile RAM

CY62167EV30 Series 16 Mb (1M x 16/2M x 8) 2.2 - 3.6 V 45 ns Static RAM -TSOP-48

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Non-volatile memory, SRAM data, SRAM chip programming, Non volatile memory

M95M02 Series 2 Mb (256 K x 8) 5.5 V Serial SPI Bus EEPROM - SOIC-8

[inseobts]

Unintentional couple behaviour

you two acts like a loving couple all the time, so what happens when someone points it out?

characters: luffy, kidd, katakuri, shanks and mihawk

(zoro, sanji, law, ace and sabo)

a/n: since a loooot asked for more, here I am eheh

words count: around 0.4k - 1.1k each

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── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:

You don’t know when it started.

Maybe it was the way Luffy always stole food from your plate, but make sure to never let anyone else touch it.

Maybe it was how he always grabbed your hand first whenever the crew split up.

Maybe it was how he insisted on napping with you, his head always finding your lap, his arms always looping around you like a makeshift pillow.

Whatever it was, it had been going on for way too long. And the worst part is that you never questioned it.

Until now.

It starts with Sanji.

You’re sitting at the dinner table, picking at your food, when Sanji suddenly snorts “You two should just date already.”

You blink “…What?”

Sanji gestures between you and Luffy “You’re basically a couple anyway.”

You choke on your drink.

Luffy just tilts his head, mid-bite “Huh?”

Sanji raises an eyebrow “Seriously? You guys act like a couple all the time.”

You open your mouth to argue, to deny everything, but then Nami nods “He’s right, you know.”

Usopp grins “Yeah, I mean, have you even seen yourselves?”

Franky chuckles “Super obvious, bro.”

You stare. And then Zoro, of all people, grunts “They’re not wrong.”

Your brain short-circuits. Luffy just blinks at all of them, then turns to you “Wait… are we a couple?”

Your face burns “No!”

The crew groans.

“Oh, come on.”

“You’re in denial.”

“This is painful to watch.”

You glare “We’re just friends!”

Luffy nods “Yeah! Just friends!”

The crew stares. Then Brook smiles “Oh? Then you wouldn’t mind if I asked y/n out on a date?”

Silence.

Then Luffy’s fork snaps in half and the table goes dead quiet.

Luffy grins at Brook, but it’s not his usual happy-go-lucky grin. It’s the grin he wears before picking a fight.

“Yohoho,” Brook laughs nervously “Just kidding.”

Luffy hums, still smiling “Good.”

Your stomach flips because holy shit. That was jealousy. Luffy was jealous... Over you.

The realization haunts you for the rest of the night. Because if Luffy was jealous then what did that mean?

Did he actually—?

No.

No, this is Luffy. He’s just protective. That’s just who he is.

…Right?

You barely sleep, and the next morning you wake up to Luffy in your bed.

Sprawled across your mattress. Arms locked around your waist. Face buried in your shoulder.

Like it’s completely normal.

Like he always does this.

Your heart pounds.

Because—wait!

He does always do this. Every night. Every time you’re on the Sunny, he sneaks into your bed without even asking. And you never questioned it.

Because it was just Luffy.

But now everything feels different.

You slowly try to move, but his grip tightens.

“Mm… don’t go” he mumbles sleepily, lips brushing against your skin.

And that’s it. You lose it.

“LUFFY, WHAT ARE WE?!”

Luffy jerks awake “Huh—?”

“What are we?!” you repeat, flustered as hell.

Luffy rubs his eyes, confused “We’re us.”

You groan “That’s not an answer!”

He tilts his head “What do you mean?”

You gesture wildly “This! Us! The sleeping together! The hand-holding! The food-sharing!”

Luffy suddenly grins “Oh.”

Your heart stops “What do you mean, oh?”

Luffy laughs. And then, without hesitation, he leans in and kisses you.

Soft. Certain.

Like he’s been waiting to do it forever.

You freeze. Your brain short-circuits.

He pulls back, grinning “So? Are we a couple now?”

You gape “…WHAT?!”

Luffy just laughs “Well, we’ve basically been dating this whole time, right?”

Your eye twitches “AND YOU KNEW?!”

Luffy shrugs “I just thought you knew too.”

You sputter, because what the hell. What the actual hell. Luffy just decided you were dating. And you never even noticed.

You flop back onto the bed.

Luffy just grins, tugging you closer “You’re thinking too much” he mumbles, nuzzling against you.

Your heart races.

Your face is burning.

But… maybe the crew was right. Maybe you and Luffy were always meant to be.

Even if you were the last person to realize it.

── .✦ Eustass Kidd:

You’ve always known Kid was the stubborn type. He was gruff, intense, and always had that tough guy act. But lately, you’ve noticed something strange. The more you were around him, the more he didn’t seem to mind you being there. In fact, he almost seemed to expect it.

It starts with those small things, things he doesn’t think twice about. Like when you’re both sitting on the deck, and a gust of wind hits just as you’re about to stand. Before you can catch your balance, Kid’s hand shoots out, steadying you. He doesn’t say anything, but his grip lingers just long enough for you to notice.

“Watch it” he mutters, his usual gruff tone, but there’s something softer behind his eyes. You smile but say nothing. Killer, standing nearby, simply raises an eyebrow before looking away, smirking under his mask.

A few days later, when the crew is at port, you notice Kid keeping an eye on you more than usual. Every time someone gets too close or even bumps into you, his sharp gaze zeroes in, and he doesn’t hesitate to step in between you and whoever’s too close. At one point, a shady pirate from a different crew tries to flirt with you. Before you can even respond, Kid steps forward, pushing the pirate away with a low growl.

“Get lost.”

You blink, surprised at his intensity, but he doesn’t look at you, just at the pirate who’s now backing off.

“Kid, I can handle myself” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Doesn’t mean you should have to” he grumbles under his breath, clearly annoyed by something. He turns away before you can say anything else, muttering about how annoying it is to babysit you. But you know it’s not just that.

The crew knows it too.

Heat lets out a low whistle as he passes by “Damn, Captain, didn’t know you were the protective boyfriend type.”

Kid turns on him with a glare “Shut the hell up.”

Heat just laughs, walking away. You shake your head, but the warmth in your chest lingers.

Then, it all comes to a head one evening. The crew’s just finished a round of celebrations, the ship rocking gently in the quiet of the night. You’re leaning against the rail, enjoying the peace when you feel him behind you.

“Can’t sleep?” Kid asks, his voice low as usual.

You turn around, finding him standing there, arms crossed, the moonlight casting a soft glow over his scowling face.

“I could ask you the same thing” you reply.

There’s a quiet moment as you both stand there, not speaking. His eyes never leave yours, and the tension between you both seems to grow with every passing second.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching. Instinctively, you move closer to Kid. You don’t even think about it, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his hand shifts from where it was casually resting at his side to just hovering near your waist.

The ship creaks, the quiet atmosphere making you both more aware of each other’s presence. He doesn’t speak. Neither do you. His fingers are so close, just barely grazing your side as if to assure himself you’re right there.

The closeness feels… different. Intimate.

You glance up at him “Kid?” you ask softly, your heart beating a little faster.

He doesn’t answer immediately, instead, his eyes flicker over your face, and you can see the internal struggle within him. It’s a battle, and for a second, you think he might just ignore it, keep up the stubborn front.

But then, his hand finally rests against your side. His touch isn’t harsh, but gentle. You don’t pull away.

“I don’t know why I keep doing this shit” he admits, his voice low but clear “But when it comes to you… I don’t want to risk something happening.”

You blink, surprised “Risk what?”

His gaze softens, and the gruffness in his tone fades away. He looks straight at you, the usual deflective annoyance replaced with something more vulnerable.

“I don’t want anyone else near you. Not after I saw that idiot trying to hit on you.”

You smile, your heart fluttering in your chest “Kid, I’m not a damsel in distress.”

“I know,” he replies quickly, but there’s no hiding the quiet affection in his voice now “I just… I don’t want to lose you.”

His words hit you harder than you expected, and before you can even respond, something unspoken passes between you both. In a split second, his lips are near yours, and the kiss is soft, almost hesitant, like he’s still not sure if he’s allowed to show this side of himself.

But you kiss him back, your hand gently resting against his chest. The kiss lingers for a moment longer than either of you anticipated, but it feels like the world has paused, like this is the only thing that matters in that moment.

When you pull away, you both stand there in silence, but this time, it’s not awkward. It’s comfortable.

And then the moment is completely shattered by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You both snap your heads toward the entrance to the deck, where Killer and Wire are standing, watching with amused expressions.

“So,” Wire says, smirking, “you two finally gonna admit you’re basically married, or should we keep pretending this isn’t happening?”

Your face heats up immediately, but Kid just groans, rubbing a hand down his face.

“Go to hell” he grumbles.

Killer just shakes his head “Too late, Captain. Everyone’s been taking bets on when you’d figure it out.”

You gape “What?”

Wire grins “Yeah. Heat won. He said you’d kiss before the next port. Guess we owe him a round of drinks.”

Kid looks absolutely done. You, on the other hand, can’t help but laugh. Because honestly? It’s not surprising.

You look back up at Kid, who’s still scowling but isn’t pulling away from you. You squeeze his hand briefly before grinning.

“Guess we were the last ones to know, huh?”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head, but there’s no real annoyance in his expression anymore. Just acceptance. And maybe, just maybe, the start of something real.

── .✦ Red-Haired Shanks:

Being part of the Red Hair Pirates meant living in a constant mess of drinking, laughing, and reckless adventures.

And somehow you ended up being the most responsible one. Which was probably why everyone assumed you and Shanks were together.

The problem?

You weren’t.

But apparently, no one got the memo.

It starts with Yasopp.

You’re in the middle of patching up Shanks’ arm because, once again, he got into a bar fight for fun, when Yasopp smirks at you from across the deck.

“You know,” he says casually, “you’re basically married to him at this point.”

You nearly stab Shanks with the needle.

“What?!”

Shanks, meanwhile, just laughs.

And the worst part? He doesn’t even deny it.

“C’mon,” Yasopp continues, “you take care of him, clean up after him, yell at him when he’s reckless...”

“I yell at all of you.”

“Yeah, but you baby him.”

Shanks grins “It’s true. You do.”

You glare “I do not.”

Shanks just shrugs “If you say so.”

And that should be the end of it. But it’s not.

Because after that the whole crew starts treating you like... ugh.

“Oi, Y/N! Can you grab Shanks another drink?”

“Y/N, tell the captain to stop picking fights with Marines again.”

“Hey, Y/N, Shanks says he wants something spicy, maybe you could help... and it's not about food”

You want to scream.

But Shanks?

Shanks just goes along with it. Smiling. Laughing. Letting everyone assume you’re his.

And the worst part is that you let them, because deep down you don’t hate the idea.

And that’s dangerous.

Then one night, it all clicks.

You’re sitting at a bonfire, surrounded by the crew, listening to them sing and drink and bicker over who can hold their liquor best.

You’re not paying attention until you hear your name.

“So, Captain,” Lucky Roux says, “when’s the wedding?”

You choke on your drink. But before you can argue, Shanks just grins.

“Oh, give it time.”

The crew erupts into laughter.

You just stare at him.

Because... what????

Shanks turns to you, smiling like he didn’t just casually imply he plans on marrying you.

And something in his expression—

Something warm. Something knowing.

It hits you all at once.

The hand-holding. The lingering touches. The way he always pulls you onto his lap when there’s no room to sit.

The way he lets you fuss over him when he gets hurt, the way he only ever listens to you.

The way he looks at you like you’re something precious.

Your heart pounds.

And Shanks just grins against your lips.

“Took you long enough” he murmurs.

And when you pull back, breathless, flustered, you realize that maybe you’ve been his this whole time.

You blink, heart still racing as the weight of his words settles in. The laughter of the crew fades into background noise, the warmth of the bonfire casting flickering shadows over Shanks’ face. He’s watching you, waiting, like he already knows the answer, like he’s known it for years.

And maybe he has.

Maybe he’s been waiting for you to catch up.

Your throat is dry. You open your mouth, but no words come out, just a strangled sound of disbelief.

Shanks chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners “You alright there, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like he hasn’t just upended everything you thought you knew.

Your hands tighten in his shirt, and you can’t tell if it’s to ground yourself or to pull him closer “You...” you swallow, voice quieter now, meant just for him “You should’ve said something...”

He tilts his head, considering “I thought I did. Plenty of times.”

You scowl, smacking his chest lightly, which only makes him laugh “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Oh, I know.” His fingers brush your jaw, featherlight, reverent “I just like seeing you all flustered.”

You groan, but you don’t pull away. And well, that says everything, doesn’t it?

And Shanks knows it too, because his grin softens, something unreadable flickering in his gaze “So,” he murmurs, close enough that his breath tickles your lips, “now that you’ve finally figured it out, what do you plan to do about it?”

The challenge is there, teasing, but there’s something raw beneath it, something real.

You take a breath. Then, before you can overthink it, you grab the front of his coat and pull him in, kissing him again, firmer this time.

The crew erupts in cheers. Someone whistles. Someone else yells about winning a bet.

But all you can focus on is the way Shanks smiles against your lips, like he’s just won something far more important.

And maybe you have too.

── .✦ Charlotte Katakuri:

The first time someone calls you Katakuri’s spouse, you nearly drop your mochi donut.

“Excuse me, what?”

The Big Mom Pirates stare at you like you’re stupid.

“Well, yeah,” Oven says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world “You take care of him, he lets you into his tea time, you’re the only one who sees his face—”

Brûlée smirks “And you always defend him when people talk behind his back.”

Daifuku nods “Might as well be married already.”

You sputter “That doesn’t mean—! We’re not—! He’s just my commander!”

Oven raises an eyebrow “You ever see Katakuri treat anyone else the way he treats you?”

You freeze.

Because... okay.

That’s a good point.

Katakuri isn’t exactly warm with people. He’s respected, feared, distant. A perfectionist. The strongest Sweet Commander.

And yet, with you?

He lets you tease him. Lets you see him.

Lets you in.

Your stomach flips.

And you don’t know what to do with that.

You try to forget about it.

But after that you start noticing things.

The way Katakuri always saves you the best snacks at tea time.

The way he steps in front of you during battles without thinking.

The way he lets you touch him, his arm, his back, his face.

His unguarded moments are always with you.

And suddenly you can’t ignore it.

Neither can the crew.

It all comes to a head one evening.

You’re sitting with Katakuri in his usual spot, tea cooling beside him, the setting sun casting a warm glow over his sharp features. He’s eating, as usual, but his guard is down because you’re here.

And then the words slip out.

“…Katakuri.”

He glances at you, chewing “Hm?”

You hesitate. Then screw it.

“Are we… something?”

Katakuri pauses.

Slowly, he sets his cup down. Then he exhales, like he’s been waiting for this.

“You tell me,” he says, voice steady “Would it bother you if we were?”

Your heart pounds. Because no, it wouldn’t.

You swallow “No.”

Katakuri watches you for a long moment. Then, he smirks.

“Then I suppose we are.”

Your brain short-circuits.

“Wait—WHAT?!”

Katakuri chuckles, low and deep “Did you really think I’d let just anyone this close to me?”

You gasp, because hold on. Has he known this whole time?!

Your face burns “You could’ve said something sooner, you jerk!”

Katakuri just leans closer, his presence overwhelming.

“…Would you have been ready to hear it?”

You freeze, because damn it.

He’s right.

── .✦ Dracule Mihawk:

Living on Kuraigana Island with Mihawk isn’t easy, but somehow, you get used to it.

You get used to the silence. The way he watches you over the rim of his wine glass. The way he corrects your sword stance with the barest touch of his fingers.

You get used to the way he does things for you without asking, bringing you an extra plate at meals, fixing your sword when it’s damaged, moving his coat so you don’t sit on the cold stone steps.

It’s just how he is... Or so you think.

Until one day Perona stares at the two of you across the dining table and snorts.

“You guys act like a married couple.”

You choke on your drink. Mihawk just raises an eyebrow.

Perona grins “Oh, come on! You live together, train together, eat together—hell, you even drink out of each other’s cups sometimes!”

You freeze.

Because—wait. When did that start happening?!

You sneak a glance at Mihawk, expecting him to argue.

But instead, he just takes a sip of wine and says, “And?”

Your brain short-circuits.

Because what does he mean, ‘and’?!

Perona cackles “Oh, this is gold.”

Meanwhile, you’re too busy spiraling to notice the small, knowing smirk on Mihawk’s lips.

Because the truth is, he knew all along.

The next few days pass in a strange haze. Every time you’re near Mihawk, you’re hyper-aware of his actions. The way he hands you your sword when it’s too heavy for you to lift properly, the way he adjusts your stance when you’re practicing, even the way he leaves his wine glass half-filled so you can sip it without asking.

You can’t help but start noticing the little things. And it makes your stomach do these strange little flips you can’t quite explain.

You try to convince yourself that you’re just overthinking it. After all, you’ve spent so much time together, working side-by-side, that it’s only natural for him to be a bit… attentive. But you can’t help but feel that there’s more to it than that.

One evening, you’re training in the yard. Mihawk is watching from the porch, as usual, but today there’s something different in the air. Maybe it’s the cool breeze, or the strange feeling of him staring at you.

“Focus” he calls out when you fumble with your sword.

You grit your teeth and refocus, sweat already beading on your forehead. Your movements become sharper, more determined, but you can’t quite shake the feeling that something is… off.

When you finish the routine, Mihawk’s still leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. He doesn’t say anything at first, but you can feel his gaze. You give him a quick, sideways glance, noticing the faint hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Something wrong?” you ask, trying to sound casual.

His response comes as a slow, deliberate drawl “You still aren’t quite in sync with your sword. I’ve been waiting for you to catch up.”

You feel your face flush, but you push through it “Yeah? Well, I’m not some grandmaster swordsman like you, Mihawk.”

He steps closer, his presence almost overwhelming, but his gaze softens for a moment “You’re getting better. I’m simply making sure you don’t lose track of your progress.”

The softness in his voice catches you off-guard, and for a split second, you feel as if you’re standing on the edge of something, something new.

But you quickly push it aside, shaking it off as just another passing thought. You turn to grab your sword again, determined to change the subject.

“Thanks for the help,” you mutter, trying to keep your voice steady “But I think I need a break. My arms are sore.”

Mihawk doesn’t respond at first. Instead, he merely watches you for a moment before he speaks again, his tone unusually gentle.

“Are you sure you’re fine? You’ve been training for hours without rest.”

You give him a small, appreciative nod “I’ll be fine. You’re too used to looking out for me, Mihawk.”

He lets out a faint chuckle, but you notice that there’s a strange intensity in his gaze now “I suppose I am.”

Before you can react, you feel something slightly off, a flicker of tension between you two.

It’s subtle, but it’s there. And you feel it in the way he looks at you, the way he almost seems to be waiting for you to say something.

But, just like that, the moment passes. He steps back, motioning for you to take a rest.

“I’ll prepare dinner,” he says quietly, as if nothing had happened “I’m sure you’re hungry.”

You blink “You cook?”

“Of course,” he says with a slight, almost invisible smirk “It’s not difficult, and you’ve been working hard all day. You deserve a proper meal.”

You feel your heart race at his words, but you manage to keep it together “Alright, I’ll take you up on that.”

But as Mihawk turns to walk away, you pause.

For just a second, you wonder... has this always been a normal interaction between you two? Or has it grown into something more without you even realizing it?

The unease gnaws at you as you sit down on the steps, watching him disappear into the house.

You’re overthinking it. You’re just friends.

...Right?

Later that evening, you’re sitting across from Mihawk, your meal already finished. The conversation is easy, but there’s still that lingering, unspoken tension hanging in the air.

Finally, Mihawk breaks the silence, his voice low and casual “You’ve been avoiding the subject.”

Your brow furrows in confusion “What subject?”

“The subject of us.”

You choke on your drink, sputtering “What—us?!”

His expression remains unreadable, but there’s a faint glimmer in his eyes “You think I haven’t noticed? You’ve been acting strange around me lately. Ever since Perona made her comment.”

You freeze “I—uh—”

“Let’s stop pretending,” he continues “We’ve been behaving like a couple, whether we admit it or not.”

Your heart starts to race. You open your mouth to deny it, but the words get stuck. Instead, you just stare at him, trying to make sense of what he’s saying.

And that’s when Mihawk leans forward just slightly, his voice dropping lower “I don’t know what you’re feeling, but I do know that I don’t want you to leave.”

The bluntness of his words takes your breath away.

“I never planned to leave” you manage to say, the words barely leaving your lips.

Mihawk gives you a rare, genuine smile, one that’s so small and almost imperceptible that you’re not sure you saw it at all. But something in his eyes shifts.

“Good.”

And just like that, the tension finally breaks.

You’re not sure where this will go. But for now, you’re content to just be here with him, uncertain, but sure of one thing: neither of you are going anywhere.

[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — sae itoshi & rin itoshi: new frames, same heartthrob !

synopsis: coming home from a long day, you're caught off guard by the rare sight of him wearing glasses.

sae itoshi x reader / rin itoshi x reader ⭑ drabble / fluff / hot nerd moment ??? + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: I LOVEEEE MEN WHO WEAR GLASSES AND ARE ATTRACTIVE AND READ LIKE LORDDD GIVE ME ONE OF THOSE PLEASE

— rin itoshi

you came home from uni later than usual, keys jangling as you pushed open the door, already rehearsing your dramatic sigh about how your day had been hell. but the words died the second your eyes landed on your boyfriend.

rin was sitting on the couch, a novel in one hand, his other arm resting casually along the backrest. a soft, lamplight glow spilled over the room, catching in the dark strands of his hair and the clean lines of his fitted shirt, the one with the sleeves just tight enough to show off the way his biceps flexed every time he turned a page.

and the glasses.

thin. black frames. new. sharp. criminal.

your mouth may have gone a little dry.

he didn't look up at first, flipping the page with that same casual grace he always carried, but you swore you saw the corners of his mouth twitch upward.

"stop staring," he said without looking at you.

you blinked, still frozen in place. "since when do you wear glasses?"

"a few days," he replied, finally glancing at you over the top of them. his eyes, usually sharp and cool, softened just slightly like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"i-" you started, then stopped. "you look really good."

his lip quirked. "obviously."

you walked over and dropped your bag by the couch. "no like, unfairly good. unethically hot and everything."

he finally closed the book, slipping a thumb between the pages. "then come here."

you did. because you always did. and when he pulled you into his lap and kissed you slow, glasses and all, you decided sleep could wait a little longer.

— sae itoshi

you didn't expect sae to be home yet.

the apartment was quiet when you stepped inside, only the soft hum of the heater breaking the silence. you dropped your bag by the door and rounded the corner, then froze.

sae sat on the couch, legs crossed, a book resting in one hand while the other toyed absentmindedly with the edge of the page. a fitted button-down hung loosely off his shoulders, sleeves rolled just high enough to reveal his forearms. but it wasn't the shirt or even the way his fingers moved with quiet precision.

it was the glasses.

thick, black, perched perfectly on the bridge of his nose. he never wore them. at least, not around you.

you blinked, your breath catching in your throat like your body had short-circuited at the sight.

sae glanced up slowly, noticing you for the first time. his eyes met yours, unbothered.

"you're home early," he said, voice low and even.

you swallowed hard. "you never told me you wore glasses."

"they're just for reading," he replied, then went back to his page like he hadn't just shattered your heart with how he looked.

you stood there, dazed.

he looked up again after a moment, faint amusement tugging at his mouth. "you're staring."

"you're unfair," you muttered.

that earned the ghost of a smirk. "and you're easily distracted."

you crossed the room and flopped onto him, your body pressing into his side as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. sae stiffened for half a second, then relaxed, his hand shifting automatically to your waist, pulling you closer in a way that felt almost natural.

"you're too good-looking for your own good."

he exhaled, something between a chuckle and a sigh. "is that so?"

you nodded into his shoulder, not even caring that he could feel your heartbeat racing.

sae was quiet for a moment before he muttered under his breath, more like he was talking to himself, "you're ridiculous."

but his arm around you tightened and you smiled.

he might never know how much that tiny, fleeting moment of him in glasses made you fall in love all over again.

[wlshy2ant]

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74hc123 application circuit, 74hc logic, 74hc or gate, flip-flops

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Hyper&Chill | psh

act 27: Hoon moving in ( for a week)

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The doorbell rang just as you were settling onto the couch, scrolling mindlessly on your phone.

Ding-dong.

You sighed, already knowing who it was.

When you swung the door open, there stood Park Sunghoon, looking far too pleased with himself, an small suitcase with him. He exhaled dramatically, as if carrying the weight of the world.

“So…” he started, tilting his head with a charming grin.

“So?” you echoed, raising an unimpressed brow.

Sunghoon jutted his lower lip in a mock pout. “My apartment is being demolished—”

“It’s under renovation,” you corrected.

“Demolished,” he repeated stubbornly. “And I need a place to stay. Preferably with someone who loves me.”

You deadpanned. “That rules me out.”

Sunghoon clutched his chest in feigned betrayal. “Wow.”

You sighed, stepping aside. “Just get in before I change my mind.”

A triumphant grin spread across his face as he strutted inside, immediately flopping onto your couch like he owned the place. He stretched his arms out, smirking. “This is nice. I could get used to this.”

You crossed your arms. “Don’t get too comfortable. One week, Lolove. One.”

“We’ll see,” he hummed, eyes glinting mischievously.

You already knew he was going to be a menace.

⸻

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐 - 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐔𝐧𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

The smell of something delicious woke you up before your alarm did. Weird. You never cooked breakfast this early.

Still groggy, you dragged yourself out of bed, rubbing your eyes as you shuffled toward the kitchen.

And then you froze.

There, standing at your stove, was shirtless Park Sunghoon, flipping eggs like he was starring in a cooking show.

Your brain short-circuited.

He had broad shoulders. Defined abs. That ridiculously tiny waist. And the way his back muscles flexed as he moved—

You sucked in a sharp breath. Focus.

Sunghoon turned at the sound, a teasing smirk already in place. “Morning, LoLove.”

You ignored the way your stomach flipped at the nickname. “You cook?”

He smirked wider. “Surprised?”

“Very.”

“Rude.” He tsked playfully. “Sit. Eat. Fall deeper in love with me.”

You rolled your eyes but obeyed, eyeing the perfectly plated breakfast he slid in front of you—fluffy eggs, crispy bacon, and buttered toast.

You hesitated. “Are you trying to impress me?”

Sunghoon leaned down, voice dropping to a whisper. “Is it working?”

You shoved a piece of toast in your mouth. Damn it. It was.

After breakfast, you both got ready for class, and to your surprise, Sunghoon tossed his keys to you.

“I’m driving?” you asked, blinking.

He shrugged, climbing into the passenger seat. “I like being driven around sometimes. Plus, I can stare at you more this way.”

You shot him a look. “Shut up.”

He just laughed, hand reaching over to rest comfortably on your thigh, like it belonged there.

⸻

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑 - 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 & 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

At this point, Sunghoon had fully settled in. He had taken over your couch, your kitchen, and your bathroom counter with his endless skincare products.

That night, after a long day, you both crashed on the couch for a movie.

Sunghoon immediately pulled you against him, his arm wrapped securely around your waist.

“You’re so clingy,” you muttered, feeling his warmth seep into you.

He hummed sleepily. “You love it.”

…You did.

And you hated that he was right.

⸻

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞

The plan was simple: Sunghoon would use the extra shower, and you’d take yours.

The problem? The extra shower was broken.

The bigger problem? Sunghoon had class in less than an hour and needed to shower now.

Which led to this—

“I’ll just wait,” he said.

“You’ll be late.”

“I’ll manage.”

You groaned. “Oh my god, just—ugh—fine. We can shower together.”

Sunghoon blinked. “…Seriously?”

You sighed. “Yes. Just—no funny business, okay?”

He grinned. “I would never.”

You stepped in first, facing away, and after a long pause, Sunghoon followed.

At first, it was fine. Just water, just showering.

Then—

“Ow, shit—”

You turned just in time to see Sunghoon almost slip, gripping your arm for support—his very naked self very close to yours.

You both froze.

Neither of you had seen each other like this before. And suddenly, you were very aware of Sunghoon’s broad shoulders, his toned arms, the water dripping down his skin—

“I—uh—soap. Right. Soap.” Sunghoon fumbled for the bottle, ears burning.

You exhaled, trying to focus on literally anything else.

It was innocent. Domestic. And yet, it was probably the most frustrating shower of your life.

The tension broke when you couldn’t hold it in anymore—you laughed.

Sunghoon, who had been standing awkwardly, clutching the soap bottle like his life depended on it, blinked at you. “Are you laughing at me?”

You nodded, covering your mouth as another giggle escaped. “You looked so panicked.”

He huffed, face still pink. “Well, excuse me for not expecting to shower with you today.”

Your laughter softened into a smile. “Come on, just shower. We’re wasting time.”

Sunghoon grumbled but started lathering up, keeping his eyes strictly on the tiles in front of him. The both of you moved around each other, passing the shampoo and body wash in an unspoken rhythm, your initial nervousness fading into something strangely…normal.

“You know,” Sunghoon mused as he rinsed his hair, “this could have been a chance for us to save water and—”

“Don’t even start.”

Sunghoon just grinned, shaking his head like an overgrown puppy, spraying water everywhere.

You squealed, swatting at him. “Sunghoon!

“Oops.”

By the time you both finished, the bathroom was full of laughter, fog, and the lingering warmth of something unspoken.

And as Sunghoon wrapped himself in a towel, still grinning at you, you had a feeling this week was going to change everything.

After the unexpected shower incident, you thought the morning would return to normal. You were wrong.

Sunghoon was too smug about what had just happened.

As you both got ready, he kept throwing looks your way—teasing glances, half-smirks, and the occasional eyebrow raise whenever your eyes accidentally met his bare torso. Because, of course, he just had to walk around shirtless after showering.

“You keep staring,” he said, pulling on a hoodie. “You like what you see, Lolove?”

You nearly choked on your coffee. “I���shut up!”

Sunghoon just laughed, slipping on his sneakers. “No need to get all flustered, I was just asking.”

You ignored him, grabbing your bag. “We’re gonna be late.”

He followed behind you, clearly very pleased with himself as you both got into his car. The drive to campus started out quiet, until Sunghoon—who just couldn’t help himself—brought it up again.

“So… about earlier.”

You groaned, covering your face. “Sunghoon, drop it.”

“I mean, it was kind of a moment, don’t you think?”

“No. It was not a moment. It was two people trying to save time.”

Sunghoon hummed like he wasn’t convinced. “Right, right. So, should we make it a habit?”

Your head snapped toward him. “Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying,” he mused, keeping his eyes on the road. “It was pretty efficient.”

“Sunghoon!”

He laughed, reaching over to squeeze your hand. “Relax, Lolove. I won’t tease you too much. You’re cute when you’re flustered, though.”

You glared at him, but he just smiled, bringing your hand to his lips for a quick kiss before returning it to the wheel.

By the time you arrived at campus, you were still red in the face, and Sunghoon? He was definitely enjoying himself.

As Sunghoon parked the car, you crossed your arms, finally deciding to fight back.

“Well,” you huffed, tilting your chin up. “At least I’m not the one who almost slipped in the shower.”

His smirk immediately dropped.

You grinned, watching as his ears turned slightly pink. “Oh? No comment, Mr. ‘It Was a Moment’?”

Sunghoon scoffed, gripping the steering wheel. “That was a technical difficulty.”

You bit back a laugh. “A technical difficulty? You flailed like a cartoon character.”

“I did not—”

“You totally did.” You leaned closer, wiggling your eyebrows. “What was it you said? ‘Shit, shit, shit—’”

Sunghoon groaned, covering his face. “I regret ever bringing it up.”

You laughed, feeling victorious.

Just then, Sunghoon turned to you with narrowed eyes. “Alright, you wanna play that game?”

Your smile faltered. “Wait—”

Too late. Sunghoon suddenly leaned in, his face inches from yours, voice dropping to a smooth whisper.

“Then tell me why you kept sneaking glances at me?”

Your brain short-circuited.

“I—I wasn’t—”

Sunghoon smirked, leaning even closer. “You totally were.”

You gasped dramatically. “Lies and slander.”

“Mhm.” He tapped your nose before pulling away completely. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

Still flustered, you scrambled to grab your things, huffing as you stepped out of the car. Sunghoon walked beside you, effortlessly cool while you were still burning with embarrassment.

“Next time, Lolove,” he said, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “Maybe I’ll be the one who catches you slipping.”

Your heart stuttered.

Oh, he was good.

—

Sunghoon flopped onto your couch with a dramatic sigh, stretching his arms over his head. His suitcase sat by the door, packed and ready, but he made absolutely no effort to move.

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “You do realize you have to go home at some point, right?”

He groaned, throwing his head back against the cushion. “Do I, though?”

“Yes, Park Sunghoon, you do,” you teased, nudging his leg with your foot. “Your apartment’s finally done. It’s time to reclaim your kingdom.”

He peeked at you through his lashes, lips forming a slight pout. “But my kingdom doesn’t have you in it.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Oh my god,” you muttered, turning away so he wouldn’t see your flustered face. “That was so dramatic.”

He grinned, sitting up. “I’m serious, though. Living with you for a week? Kinda nice. I might have to move in permanently.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched. “You’d miss your fancy apartment in two days, max.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, standing up and stretching again. “But I’d miss you more.”

You froze for a second before quickly turning to grab his suitcase, shoving it into his hands. “Alright, out.”

Sunghoon just laughed, effortlessly taking the suitcase from you. “I’m kidding! Kinda.”

You walked him to the door, and just as he was about to step out, he hesitated.

“…You know,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I really don’t wanna go.”

You softened, nudging him lightly. “You’ll survive. It’s not like we won’t see each other.”

“I guess,” he sighed, still reluctant.

Before he could say anything else, you quickly leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

His entire body stiffened.

You smirked. “Go home, Hoon.”

His ears turned pink. He blinked at you, slightly dazed, before snapping out of it.

“…Fine,” he muttered, stepping back. “But don’t miss me too much, Lolove.”

You rolled your eyes. “Bye, Lolove.”

And with one last glance—one that lingered a second too long—he finally left.

But not without texting you the second he got home:

Lolove💕: The bed feels too empty. Might have to come back soon.

You laughed, shaking your head.

Yeah. You missed him already, too.

It was past midnight when your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with “Lolove💕” calling. You were already tucked under your blanket, half-asleep, but seeing his name made you smile.

Answering the call, you were greeted with the sight of Sunghoon lying on his bed, his hair slightly messy, eyes lidded with sleep. He was hugging his pillow, his phone propped up against something.

“You’re still awake?” you mumbled, your voice soft with drowsiness.

He let out a tired sigh, shifting slightly. “Couldn’t sleep.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Why? Bed too big and empty?”

He groaned, burying his face in the pillow for a moment. “Yeah.” His voice was muffled. “It’s weird not waking up to you anymore.”

Your chest tightened slightly at his honesty.

“Miss me that much, huh?” you teased, but your voice was gentle.

He peeked at you through the screen, eyes warm but sleepy. “Yeah.”

Your breath hitched slightly, but you laughed it off. “You’ll survive.”

He hummed, clearly already half-asleep. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment before he mumbled something under his breath.

You barely caught it.

“…Would be nice if you moved in with me.”

Your eyes widened slightly, but you weren’t sure if he even realized what he said. “Hoon?” you called softly.

No response. His breathing was already evening out.

You bit your lip, staring at his peaceful face through the screen.

“…We’ll see,” you whispered before hanging up, your heart pounding in your chest.

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[kevenchi]

all mine / abby anderson — cw : sexual content, usage of cannabis, strap usage, sneaky link dynamics. “told me your new man don’t make you nut, that’s a damn shame.”

the room was hazy, thick with the sweet, earthy scent of weed curling up from the joint perched between your fingers. you took a slow drag, letting the smoke roll in your lungs before exhaling with a lazy sigh. the vibe was chill—low lights, some rnb humming from your speaker—but your mood? that was a whole-ass mess.

“this sneaky link shit gettin’ old,” you muttered, passing the joint to abby, who was sprawled out on the couch beside you. her broad shoulders flexed as she reached for it, her tank top riding up just enough to show off that stupidly toned stomach. she smirked, taking a hit, her lips wrapping around the paper like she was about to say something smart.

“what’s the problem? he still trash?” abby asked, blowing out a plume of smoke. her voice was low, gravelly, and it hit you somewhere deep, even through the fog of the high.

you groaned, flopping back against the cushions. “bro, trash is an understatement. dude hits me up at two am like he’s bouta change my life, but he can’t even get me there. i’m out here fakin’ it just to get him out the door.”

abby chuckled, shaking her head as she ashed the joint into the tray on the coffee table. “that’s fuckin’ weak. you deserve better than some half-assed sneaky link who don’t know what he’s doin’.”

“my point exactly,” you mumbled, staring up at the ceiling. the weed had you floating, your body warm and loose, but there was still this itch under your skin—unmet, unsatisfied. you side-eyed abby, her freckled face glowing under the dim light, and something reckless sparked in your chest. “bet you could do better.”

she froze mid-drag, her blue eyes snapping to yours. for a second, the air got thick, like the smoke had turned solid. then she grinned, slow and dangerous. “you tryn’ find out, ma?”

your heart did a little flip, but you played it cool, smirking back. “maybe i am. whatchu’ working with?”

abby didn’t say shit for a minute, just handed you the joint and stood up, all 5’10” of her towering over you like a damn wall of muscle. “hold that thought,” she said, disappearing into her room. you took another hit, the buzz making your head swim, wondering what the hell you’d just kicked off.

when she came back, your jaw damn near hit the floor.

she had a harness strapped up, the black silicone jutting out like she’d been ready for this moment. the sight of her—confidence dripping, biceps flexing as she adjusted the straps—had you clenching your thighs together.

“jesus, abs,” you breathed, passing the joint back. “you keep that shit on deck?”

she laughed, plopping back onto the couch, closer this time, her knee brushing yours. “gotta stay prepared, pretty. you not the first to underestimate me.” she took a hit, then leaned in, her lips hovering near yours as she exhaled, letting you shotgun the smoke. it was hot, messy, and your brain short-circuited.

“fuck it,” you whispered, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her into a kiss. her lips were soft but firm, tasting like weed and something faintly sweet, and she didn’t waste time. her hands were on you quick—gripping your hips, tugging you onto her lap so you were straddling the strap.

“shit, you’re pretty as fuck, mama,” she muttered against your mouth, her hands sliding under your shirt, rough fingertips grazing your skin. you moaned, grinding down on the silicone, the pressure hitting just right through your shorts.

“less talkin’, more doing, abs.” you shot back, tugging her tank top over her head. her chest was all muscle, freckles dusting her collarbone, and you couldn’t help but lean down to kiss along it, tasting salt and smoke. she groaned, one hand tangling in your hair as the other guided your hips.

“bet,” she said, flipping you onto your back with ease, pinning you to the couch. the joint was long forgotten now, smoldering in the tray as she yanked your shorts and panties off in one smooth move. you were soaked already, and she clocked it, smirking like she’d just won the lottery.

“damn, baby, you needed this?” she teased, dragging the tip of the strap through your folds, slow and deliberate. you arched up, whining, the weed amplifying every touch like your nerves were on blast.

“stop playin’ abby,” you hissed, and that was all she needed. she pushed in, slow at first, letting you adjust to the stretch, but once you started rocking your hips, she picked up the pace. the sound of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with your gasps and her low grunts.

“fuck, you take it so good,” she growled, one hand bracing on the couch, the other gripping your thigh to spread you wider. she was hitting deep, every thrust rocking you to your core, and the high had you seeing stars—literal sparks behind your eyelids.

“abs—shit, i’m close,” you managed, clawing at her back, leaving red lines she’d probably flex about later. she leaned down, lips brushing your ear.

“then let go, mama. i got you,” she rasped, slamming into you harder, and that was it. you came undone, loud and shameless, your whole body shaking as she fucked you through it. she didn’t stop til’ you were whimpering, over sensitive, and boneless beneath her.

when she finally pulled out, you were a mess—sweaty, panting, still buzzing from the weed and the best orgasm you’d had in months. abby flopped beside you, grinning like a smug asshole as she lit the joint again.

“told you i’d fuck you better,” she said, passing it over.

you took a shaky drag, laughing through the smoke. “yeah, yeah, you win. sneaky link.”

she just winked, and you knew damn well this wasn’t gonna be a one-time thing.

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[paucubarsisimp]

Soooo I have a Hector Fort request...Reader is from the U.S and her friend is on the womens Barcelona team. Reader goes to visit her friend, and Hector sees her and is like who is she and is asking around about her, but if you don't want to do it that is totally fine I literally love your writing sm.

soft starts

pairing: hector fort x reader

summary: im which you meet hector while visiting your best friend

warnings: none!

a/n: i don't like it, probably gonna rewrite it

you weren’t supposed to catch anyone’s attention.

you were just visiting barcelona for two weeks, staying with your best friend salma during a break in your own schedule. the city was gorgeous, warm in that early-spring kind of way, and you were just grateful for time off. no responsibilities. no stress. just fresh air, café con leche, and hanging out with your favorite person.

well… your favorite person until someone new entered the chat.

you first noticed him on your third day.

you were sitting on the edge of the practice pitch, sipping from a water bottle while the barça femení team wrapped up training. salma was in beast mode as usual — all speed and precision, leaving defenders trailing — but your focus drifted as a few of the first-team guys walked past on their way to recovery.

one of them slowed.

he had dark curls, loose and a little windswept, and a curious kind of gaze — sharp, but soft at the same time. he was wearing a training kit with “32” on the shorts, and his eyes found yours for a split second.

he smiled. not a grin. not a smirk. just something subtle. a “hi, i see you” kind of smile.

you looked away instantly, cheeks heating.

but he didn't.

from across the pitch, he leaned over to pau, murmuring something. pau looked your way and shrugged, clearly amused.

“hector’s asking about you,” salma said casually later, peeling an orange with her fingers. “he asked if you were a player or just a really pretty visitor.”

you choked on your drink. “he said that?”

“more or less. i added the pretty part because it’s true.” she tossed a wedge into her mouth. “but yeah. he’s into it.”

you saw him again the next day.

this time at the gym, where you were tagging along with salma for her recovery session. you stayed off to the side, earbuds in, flipping through your playlist, when a voice pulled you out of your focus.

“hey. you’re salma’s friend, right?”

you looked up — and there he was.

hector in a gray barça training tee, curls damp, cheeks a little flushed from whatever circuit he’d just finished.

“yeah,” you said, pulling out one earbud. “i’m y/n.”

“i’m hector,” he said, even though you both knew you already knew that.

you smiled. “i’ve heard.”

he raised a brow. “all good things, i hope.”

you nodded slowly, playing along. “depends who you ask.”

he laughed, eyes crinkling. “can i ask you instead?”

you blinked. “me?”

“yeah,” he said, resting a hand on the edge of the weight rack. “i feel like you’ve been here a few days now, and i’d kind of like to get to know you. if that’s okay.”

you tried not to smile too much. failed a little.

“you’re asking me out?”

he shrugged. “depends. are you saying yes?”

you looked at him, really looked — he was young, but there was a confidence in his voice that didn’t feel forced. just calm. curious.

“coffee,” you said. “but you have to pick the place.”

“deal,” he grinned. “you drink iced, don’t you?”

you squinted. “how’d you guess?”

he tapped his temple. “instinct. or maybe i asked salma. you’ll never know.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling.

that evening, salma walked into the apartment to find you flopped on the couch, texting with a dumb grin on your face.

“hector?” she asked, tossing her bag down.

you nodded without looking up.

she smirked. “called it.”

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[lovedrruunk]

'A Fresh Start 𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐[part iii]

Powder can't stop thinking about your earlier interactions and is sure she messed everything up. Except this time she has concepts of a plan to fix it. [Part ii]

She paced the cottage frantically, bare feet hitting the floor as her brain did that thing she always hated, spiraling. It had been about two days since you showed up at her doorstep and the memory of you kept replaying in her head like a broken record.

What the hell was she thinking slamming the door like that?

She rubbed her hands over her face, groaning into her palms. She hadn’t meant to freak out, it just… happened. The second she saw you standing there, all curious and determined to see her, her brain short circuited. It was like every part of her was yelling at her to run, and she did. In the lamest way possible.

She stopped pacing long enough to stare at the wooden door through her fingers. “I’m an idiot.” she muttered, her voice muffled by her palms. “She probably hates me now...”

That thought made her stomach twist.

And of course, because her brain loved to torment her, she started imagining you telling everyone in town how much of a freak she was. Powder groaned again for what felt like the 100th time this morning, flopping onto the worn couch and burying her face into a pillow.

She was sure she had just gone and confirmed every little stupid rumor whispered about her. Slammed the door like some recused lunatic incapable of normal human interaction. 

She didn’t deserve a second chance. She didn’t deserve you. But no matter how much she tried to tell herself to move on, to stay in her little bubble, to pack up and move to some other town, start all over again, she couldn’t fathom it. 

She thought about you a lot these past two days. About the way your face lit up when you saw her. About the way you sounded excited to talk to her

What if she’d hurt your feelings? What if you thought she didn’t like you? You hadn’t come back after all…

Powder sat up abruptly, grabbing the nearest pillow and chucking it across the room. It hit the wall with a loud thud before sliding to the floor. “Stupid.” she muttered to herself, running both hands through her hair.

She needed to fix this.

The next time she passed you, if she even had the guts to go back into town, she’d just… what? Say sorry and hope for the best? As if. 

Why the hell did you even come out here? To be nice? To talk? As much as her brain wanted to flip this on you, have you be the blame for this entire mess, she just couldn’t. Because in the back of her mind she knew you were probably just curious. Why’d you have to be so empathetic and sweet and kind? Give her a break.

She’d never been good at this. She knew how the people in this town saw her, distant, strange, dangerous. But the thought of you thinking that, of you giving up on her completely, made her chest ache in the worst way. 

Powder stood up and started pacing again. The idea of running into you again made her nauseous, but not seeing you? She’d decided that was ten times worse.

She didn’t know how to fix this. She didn’t even know if it could be fixed.

She sighed, closing her eyes as she took a second to organize her thoughts. She had to make this right, show you that she wasn’t some total freak (at least not anymore).

Opening her eyes to glance around the room, they landed on the windowsill where a small pot of flowers sat wilting, and then to the scrap pieces of paper scattered across her coffee table. Powder tilted her head, biting her lip. Flowers were good, right? People liked flowers.

Before she could second guess herself, she was on her feet. 

.     .     .

She stared at the little note for what felt like hours, contemplating whether it made her seem friendly or insane. 

“Okay.” she muttered to herself, grabbing the note and heading for the door. “No backing out now.”

The plan was simple: Drop the note and flower on your doorstep. No knocking. No waiting around. Just leave them and disappear before anyone could see her then hope for the best.

Simple.

Except, knowing her, she’d find a way to mess this up too.

.    .    .

Walking along the gravel road towards your house, flower in hand, she actually felt… hopeful. A little nervous, sure, but there was a warm feeling of excitement in her chest that she hadn’t felt in a while. She was finally doing something, trying to make things right.

You’d open the door, surprised to see the things she left you, but then you’d smile. You’d pick up the flower, maybe hold it up to your nose with that cute, thoughtful look you always had. Then you’d see the note. You’d read it, laugh a little, and think to yourself: Wow, Powder’s actually kind of sweet. And normal. She’s totally deserving of my friendship!

Or you’d scowl and wonder how she knew where you lived.

It was a long shot, but for the first time in two days, she let herself believe it could happen. That this might actually work. And that tiny bit of hope was enough to keep her walking.

As your small house came into view, her pace slowed. She hadn’t expected to feel so… aware of it. The place seemed more intimidating now. She paused at the edge of the porch, staring up at it before swallowing hard.

“This is fine.” she whispered to herself. Adjusting her grip on the wilted orange flower, she forced a smile onto her face.

The porch stairs creaked under her boots as she made her way up. She reached the door, crouched down, and just as she was about to place the note on the welcome mat–

The door swung open.

And there you stood, looking down at her, your eyes widening before your brows furrowed.

“You!”

. . .

[Part iv]

ahhhhh cliffhanger !!! i absolutely hate how this turned out but i mean ur the idiot who read it anyway so

(jesting!!!! love u!!!)

This wasn’t proof read and I was writing out of my ass the entire time so I’m honestly too scared to even proof it anyways dont be surprised if the story gets fast paced after this, I literally just wanna write them being cute and holding hands already cuz fuck slow burns ammirite

>_< goodnight jinx nation ilysm XOXOXOXOXO

me when its time to write my 15 page college final : . . .

me when its time to write my gay x reader fanfiction : AW HELL YEAH JIGSAW !!!!!!!

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[serenityluvz]

𝗘𝗻𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝗛𝗲 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗘𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆

⋆𐙚₊˚ˢᵉʳᵉⁿⁱᵗʸᴸᵘᵛᶻ

Heeseung – “I swear, I’ll make it up to you.”

Heeseung hates that it happened. He’s usually so in control, so confident—but the moment he’s inside you, feeling how tight and warm you are, he’s done for. He barely lasts a minute before he’s groaning your name, gripping your hips as he shudders through his release. His face is flushed, his breathing heavy as he collapses beside you. "Fuck," he pants, running a hand through his hair. "That… was not supposed to happen." When you giggle, he groans, covering his face. "Don’t laugh at me, baby. Just—give me five minutes, and I swear I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget this ever happened." And true to his word? He does.

Jay – “Don’t you dare look at me like that.”

Jay is so frustrated. He wanted to take his time with you, tease you, make you beg—but your body, your voice, the way you clench around him? It’s too much. He tries to hold out, but the second you moan his name, he’s gone. When he realizes what just happened, he pulls out, groaning as he flops onto his back. "Fuck me." You smirk, rolling onto your side. "I mean, I was trying to." His head snaps toward you, eyes narrowing. "Don’t you dare look at me like that, Y/N," he warns. "You know I can go again." And just to prove his point, he’s already flipping you onto your stomach, pressing kisses down your spine. "I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping anytime soon, baby."

Jake – “You just feel too good.”

Jake doesn’t even try to hide how embarrassed he is. The second he finishes—far too soon—he groans, rolling off you and covering his face with his hands. "Shit, Y/N… I’m so sorry." You bite back a laugh, nudging his side. "It’s okay, Jake." He shakes his head, peeking at you through his fingers. "No, it’s not. I wanted to make you feel good, but you’re just—fuck, you’re too perfect." Then, with that determined glint in his eyes, he’s sliding down your body, pressing soft kisses along your thighs. "Guess I’ll have to use my mouth until I’m ready again, huh?"

Sunghoon – “I swear this never happens.”

Sunghoon is mortified. He’s usually so composed, so controlled—but tonight? Your touch, your lips, the way you look up at him with those innocent eyes? He loses it before he can even get a proper rhythm going. He lets out a frustrated groan, resting his forehead against your shoulder. "I swear this never happens." You hum, running your fingers through his hair. "It’s kind of hot, though. Means you really wanted me." He lifts his head, narrowing his eyes. "Don’t try to make me feel better, baby." But when you pull him into a slow, teasing kiss, whispering, "Guess you’ll just have to make it up to me,"—his confidence snaps right back into place. "Oh, I will. All night."

Jungwon – “You’re really gonna tease me for this, huh?”

Jungwon hates that he lost control so fast. He prides himself on his self-restraint, but fuck, the way you feel around him? He barely lasts a few thrusts before he’s spilling inside you, groaning into your neck. For a moment, he stays still, trying to catch his breath. Then, he hears you giggle. His eyes snap open. "Oh, hell no." You bite your lip, grinning. "I mean… that was kind of fast." His jaw clenches, and suddenly, you’re on your back, his lips brushing your ear. "You really wanna tease me? Alright, baby," he murmurs, sliding down your body. "Let’s see if you’re still laughing when I’m done with you."

Ni-ki – “I’m going to die of embarrassment.”

Ni-ki swears he’s better than this. He’s been dreaming about this moment for so long, but the second he’s inside you? His brain short-circuits. You’re just so tight and warm, and before he can even process it—he’s already coming, groaning as his body trembles against yours. Silence. Then, he groans, rolling onto his side and burying his face in a pillow. "I’m going to die of embarrassment." You laugh, tugging the pillow away. "Ni-ki, it’s not a big deal—"

"YES, IT IS!" he exclaims, eyes wide. "This was supposed to be legendary!" But when you straddle his hips, leaning down to whisper, "We can go again, you know?"—his whole demeanor changes. "Oh. Ohhh, you’re in for it now, baby."

Sunoo – “Well… that was disappointing.”

Sunoo immediately sits up, blinking at you like he can’t believe what just happened. "Huh." You raise a brow. "…Huh?" He pouts, flopping onto his back. "Well, that was disappointing." You try so hard not to laugh, but his dramatic sigh has you giggling. "Sunoo, it’s fine—"

"No, it’s not fine, Y/N," he huffs. "I didn’t even get to show off!" But when you crawl over him, whispering, "You can always redeem yourself,"—his eyes darken. "Oh, you know I love a challenge."

[hayhenna]

"Falling Apart"

Life on the Oro Jackson was never dull, but today was especially ridiculous.

“ACHOO!”

With a violent sneeze, Buggy’s left arm detached and flopped onto the deck.

“Ah, crap—wait, no!”

Before Buggy could react, his right leg gave out, his torso slid sideways, and his head rolled clean off his shoulders, landing with a dull thud at Shanks’ feet. His limbs were now scattered around him like a poorly assembled action figure.

Shanks stared down, holding back a laugh. "Well, that’s new."

Buggy’s floating hand weakly flipped him off.

"I swear to Roger, if you laugh, I’ll—ACHOO!" His nose popped off this time.

Shanks finally lost it, doubling over with laughter. “Buggy, you’re literally falling apart.”

“No shit, genius,” Buggy groaned. His detached arms twitched, but no matter how hard he tried, they wouldn’t reconnect properly. His powers were too weak from the fever. “Ugh, I can’t even put myself back together! This sucks.”

Shanks bent down, scooping up Buggy’s head and holding it in his hands. Buggy’s cheeks were flushed—not from embarrassment (yet) but from the fever burning him up.

“Alright, come on. Let’s get you to bed before we lose more pieces of you,” Shanks said.

Buggy let out a tired grumble. “No way. I don’t need your help.”

Shanks gave him a pointed look. "Buggy. You are literally disassembled on the floor."

"…Fine."

Getting Buggy to the infirmary was an adventure on its own.

Shanks had to carry Buggy’s head under his arm while gathering his limbs one by one, all while dodging the amused looks of the crew. At one point, he nearly tripped on Buggy’s knee rolling across the deck.

“Oi, Shanks,” one of the crew members called. “That’s some puzzle you got there.”

“Shut it!” Buggy’s head snapped, but it just made him cough.

By the time they reached the infirmary, Buggy was too exhausted to complain anymore. Shanks pieced him back together the best he could—some parts still refused to attach properly, leaving Buggy’s hand backward and his foot twitching randomly.

“Looks like you’re gonna be a little crooked for a while,” Shanks teased.

Buggy shot him a tired glare but didn’t have the energy to argue. He just sank into the bed, exhaling heavily.

Shanks sat beside him, watching as Buggy’s usual fiery attitude dimmed under his exhaustion. For the first time, Buggy looked… peaceful.

“You’re being quiet,” Shanks said, folding his arms. “That’s kinda weird.”

Buggy huffed weakly. “Too tired to yell at you, dumbass.”

Silence stretched between them, comfortable but unfamiliar. Then, Buggy muttered something so low that Shanks almost missed it.

“…I’m glad it’s you.”

Shanks blinked. “Huh?”

Buggy turned his feverish gaze toward him trying to reach his hand. "If someone had to take care of me… I’d rather it be you."

Shanks’ heart skipped a beat.

Buggy’s usual sharp, taunting expression was softer now, his long eyelashes casting shadows against his flushed cheeks. His pale skin was tinged pink, the fever making his chest rise and fall faster than usual, each breath shaky. A bead of sweat slipped down from beneath his headband, trailing along his temple before disappearing into his messy blue hair.

Shanks swallowed. He had seen Buggy angry, smug, cackling like a madman—but this? This was new. And it made his pulse hammer in his ears.

“W-Where is this coming from?” Shanks asked, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up his neck.

Buggy sighed, half-laughing. “Remember that time I tried to storm off during a fight, but my legs went the other way, and you had to chase them down?”

Shanks grinned, forcing himself to focus. “Oh yeah. That was hilarious.”

Buggy rolled his eyes but smirked a little. “Yeah, well… you always pick up my pieces, huh?”

Shanks’ throat went dry. There was something about the way Buggy said it—so casual, but so genuine.

Before he could figure out what to say, Buggy leaned in slightly and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

Shanks’ brain completely short-circuited.

“…!!!”

Buggy smirked at his reaction. "Ha. You’re blushing."

Shanks, still flustered, grumbled, “You definitely aren’t sick enough if you’re still teasing me.”

Buggy chuckled, but his eyelids were drooping now, exhaustion finally winning. As he drifted off, Shanks watched over him, his own hand brushing over where Buggy had kissed him.

…Yeah. This wasn’t so bad.

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End ♥️🩵

[solxamber]

For the Valentine’s Day event

Cater, Romantic, APT. by ROSÉ and Bruno Mars.

Specifically the lyrics

“Kissy face, kissy face sent to your phone, but I'm trying to kiss your lips for real”

Always excited for your content!

And don’t overwork yourself! :D

"Don't you want me like I want you" || Cater Diamond

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: APT. by ROSÉ and Bruno Mars

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 760

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Mutual pining, Friends to Lovers

It starts, like most things with Cater, as a joke.

A playful nudge here, a winking emoji there — an endless game of Are we? Or aren’t we? that neither of you have ever bothered to define.

You’re both out of NRC now, graduated and trying to figure out what adulthood means — which, for you, seems to be juggling work, friendships, and whatever this is with Cater.

It’s never been serious, not really.

Because Cater doesn’t do serious. He’s all smiles and filters and perfectly crafted captions. He’s the kind of person who knows exactly how to flirt without ever letting it get too real, like love is something that only happens on the other side of a camera lens.

But then there’s you.

And, well… you like to push buttons.

It’s a game between you.

A push and pull, a dance along the line of something real—so close to crossing, but never quite.

The stolen moments stretch between you: a lingering touch when you pass him something, a glance that holds too long before one of you looks away. The way your voice gets softer when you say his name, like it’s something precious, something that belongs only to you.

And Cater… Cater tells himself it’s fine.

It’s fine if you never say anything, because he’s good at this. At pretending. At keeping things light and easy, at making sure no one ever sees the part of him that wants.

But sometimes, it gets hard.

Like when you call him late at night, your voice warm and sleepy, saying, “Hey, you’re still up, right?”—and he always is, even when he wasn’t before.

Or when you lean into his space without thinking, close enough that he could just tilt his head and—

But no.

You don’t cross the line.

So he won’t either.

Until one afternoon, when the line between flirting and something more starts to blur.

It’s one of those lazy Sundays — the kind where the sky’s too blue and the breeze too warm to do anything productive. You’re at Cater’s place, sprawled out on his couch, scrolling through your phone while he fiddles with the playlist.

“Hey,” he calls from the other side of the room. “What do you think of this one?”

A sultry beat hums from the speakers — something slow and sweet, a little too romantic for a playlist that's supposedly just background noise.

You raise an eyebrow. “Feeling a bit sappy today, Diamond?”

Cater winks. “What can I say? I’m a man of many layers.”

You roll your eyes but your heart skips a beat — because that’s what he does to you. Makes you laugh, makes you want, makes you wonder if this little game you’re playing is ever going to end.

He flops down next to you, close enough that his thigh brushes against yours. He’s still grinning, but there’s something else in his eyes — a flicker of something that makes your stomach flip.

“You know,” he says, voice light but careful, “for all the kissy face emojis you send me… kinda rude you’ve never actually kissed me.”

Your brain short-circuits.

It’s not like Cater hasn’t said things like this before — he’s always toeing the line, always dangling his words just far enough out of reach that you can’t grab onto them.

But this time feels different.

This time, his voice is a little too soft. His smile is a little too real.

And maybe it’s the playlist or the lazy afternoon sun or the weeks of almost piling up in your chest — but before you can stop yourself, you lean in.

And kiss him.

Not a quick peck. Not a flirty brush of lips.

A kiss. Slow, lingering — the kind that tastes like every unsaid word between you.

For a second, Cater doesn’t move. His brain seems to short-circuit just like yours did, frozen with wide eyes and parted lips.

But then — oh.

Then his hand slides to your waist, his other hand tilting your chin up as he kisses you back, just as slow, just as deep.

And it’s not a joke this time.

When you finally pull away, breathless and a little dizzy, Cater just stares at you.

“Uh,” he says, voice hoarse, “was that… to prove a point or…?”

You burst out laughing, forehead dropping to his shoulder. “Shut up.”

He’s laughing too, but there’s a softness to it now — a sweetness underneath the usual teasing. His fingers are still resting on your waist, like he’s afraid to let go.

“So…” he starts again, and for once, his voice wavers. “Are we… still just flirting, or…?”

You tilt your head, biting your lip — the same playful glimmer in your eyes. “I don’t know, Diamond. Wanna kiss me again and find out?”

Cater laughs, breathless. “Yeah,” he whispers. “Yeah, I think so.”

You grin, and it’s the same smile he’s always loved—the one that makes him feel like the world isn’t so scary after all.

And this time, when he leans in, he doesn’t hesitate.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[creamapi]

𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖗

Parings: Mizu x Reader,

fingering, college au, reader is a reluctant lesbian, ooc Mizu?, quick smut

‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

You are straight. When you first met Mizu, your new roommate, you barely paid attention to the way she carried herself with that effortless, laid-back confidence. You barely noticed how her hoodie sleeves were always rolled up just enough to show off toned forearms dusted with paint stains. You barely noticed how she smelled like a mix of fresh linen and turpentine, an oddly intoxicating combination.

You are straight. That’s why, when Mizu tied her long, dark blue hair into a perfectly messy bun before sitting down to sketch, you weren’t staring. You were just… observing. Artistically, of course. Studying the way her jaw clenched in focus, the way her thumb smudged charcoal along the edge of the paper.

You are straight. That’s why, when she walked out of the bathroom one evening, skin damp from a shower, hair curling slightly at the ends, wrapped in nothing but a fluffy white towel that dipped just a little too low on her collarbone, your brain short-circuited for a second. Your gaze just happened to land on the droplets trailing down her neck. It wasn’t your fault. And that stupid, knowing smirk she shot you? Completely unwarranted.

You are straight. That’s why your face heats up when Mizu leans in close to fix your eyeliner with her steady hands, her breath fanning over your cheek. That’s why you freeze when she tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, murmuring something about how soft it is. That’s why your heart does that weird, traitorous thing when she calls you “cute” in that low, teasing voice.

You are straight. Mizu just likes teasing you. That’s why she stretches her arms behind her head, just to show off her toned stomach peeking from under her hoodie. That’s why she casually drapes herself across your lap while scrolling on her phone, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. That’s why she traps you against the fridge one morning, reaching over you to grab the coffee beans, her lips quirking up when she catches you staring at her collarbones.

You are straight. When Mizu playfully calls you princess in that low, teasing voice, it's just because she enjoys messing with you. Your heart only skips a beat because it’s unexpected. That’s all.

You are straight. When she leans in over your shoulder while you’re studying, her breath warm against your ear as she murmurs, “Whatcha working on?”, your body tensing isn’t because you like it. It’s just because she has no concept of personal space.

You are straight. When she stretches in the morning, lifting her arms above her head and revealing just a sliver of toned stomach, you look away immediately. Not because you’re flustered—no, of course not—but because it would be rude to stare.

You are straight. When Mizu walks around the dorm in an oversized hoodie and boxers, casually flopping onto your bed instead of hers, your stomach twisting is just from surprise. It has nothing to do with how unfairly attractive she looks when she’s comfortable.

You are straight. When she brushes a stray eyelash from your cheek, her fingers lingering for just a second too long, and says, Make a wish, you definitely don’t wish for her to do it again.

You are straight. When she jokingly leans in close and says, “If I didn't know better, I'd think you had a crush on me,” your breath hitching is just because of how bold she is. Not because she might be right.

You are straight. It’s not your fault she smells so good. It’s not your fault she’s stupidly pretty. It’s not your fault her laugh makes your stomach do flips. It’s not your fault that when she murmurs, “You sure you’re straight?” one night, her voice rich with amusement, you don’t have an answer.

That's why it's not your fault why you're currently underneath her, wearing nothing hut your pink panties, gasping and pathetically moaning as you feel her teasing touches.

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“I barely touched you yet.” She teases, making you whine. As she trailed her hands around again, sucking the skin on your neck.

Mizu smirked as she watched you squirm underneath her touch, your skin flushing a pretty pink that she couldn't help but find adorable. She knew she was teasing you relentlessly, pushing your boundaries in a way that made you question your own identity. But she couldn't resist the urge to keep going, to see how far she could take this little game of hers.

She leaned down, her hair falling like a curtain around you both as she hovered over your face. Her eyes were dark, almost black in the dim light of the dorm room, and they glinted with mischief and something else, something more intense that you were too scared to name.

“Tell me to stop,” she murmured, her voice low and rough with a desire she couldn't quite hide. Her fingers traced patterns on your stomach, dipping teasingly close to the waistband of your underwear but never quite touching.

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. You knew you should tell her to stop, to put an end to this before it went too far. But the words wouldn't come out, stuck somewhere in your throat as your heart raced and your skin burned under her touch.

Mizu's eyes darkened as she watched your breath hitch and your skin flush under her teasing touches. She could see the way your body reacted to her, the way your nipples hardened and your hips lifted slightly off the bed as if seeking more contact. It was intoxicating, knowing that she had this effect on you.

She leaned down further, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “You're not going to tell me to stop, are you princess?” Her voice was a low rumble, sending vibrations through your body and making your toes curl.

One hand continued its lazy exploration of your curves while the other slid up to cup your breast, squeezing gently. Fondling. Her thumb and forefinger pinched and rolled your nipple between them, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips.

Mizu's mouth curved into a wicked grin against your neck. She loved these little sounds you made, the way you couldn't help but respond to her touch. It was like music to her ears, a symphony of your growing arousal.

She nipped at your earlobe before trailing her lips down to your jaw. She wanted to mark you, to leave her claim on your skin for all to see.

“D-don't.” You shakily murmured, making her pause. “Don't stop.”

Mizu's eyes flashed with triumphant satisfaction as your breathless plea reached her ears. She hadn't expected you to beg her to continue, but now that you had, she was determined to take full advantage of the permission you'd inadvertently granted her.

“Good girl,” she purred, her voice a low, approving rumble. Her hand slid from your breast down to your stomach, fingers dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of your underwear. She could feel the heat emanating from your core, could sense how ready and eager you were for her touch.

Slowly, torturously slowly, she peeled your underwear down your legs, her fingertips grazing your skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. She tossed them carelessly to the side, leaving you bare and exposed to her hungry gaze.

Mizu settled herself between your thighs, her shoulders pushing them further apart as she made room for herself. She could see your arousal glistening on your folds, and the sight made her mouth water with anticipation.

She leaned in, her breath hot against your sensitive flesh as she murmured, “I'm going to make you feel so good, princess. Better than you've ever felt before.”

“Please stop teasing me already.” You begged her, almost whining. Mizu's eyes widened in surprise at your desperate plea, a thrill running through her at the raw need in your voice. She hadn't expected you to be so direct, so wanton in your desire. But she certainly wasn't going to complain.

“Since you asked so nicely,” she smirked, her voice dripping with wicked amusement. Without further teasing, she slid one long finger between your slick folds, feeling your wet heat enveloping him instantly.

You let out a choked moan as Mizu's finger pushed deep inside you, your walls clenching greedily around the welcome intrusion. She began to pump her finger in and out of your dripping cunt, setting a steady rhythm that had your hips rocking to meet her hand.

“So tight and wet,” Mizu groaned, her eyes dark with lust as she watched her finger disappear inside you again and again. “You feel incredible, princess.”

She added a second finger, stretching you further, filling you more completely. Her thumb found your clit, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub as she fingered you hard and deep.

Mizu leaned in, blowing cool air over your heated flesh before sealing her lips around your clit and sucking hard. Her fingers never stopped their relentless assault on you.

Mizu could feel your body tensing, your walls fluttering wildly around her plunging fingers as your climax approached. She could tell you were close, teetering on the brink of ecstasy. She flicked her finger upward as she sucked harder on your clit. Determined to push you over the edge, she doubled her efforts, fingers pumping harder and faster.

At the same time, she sealed her lips around your clit once more and sucked hard, flicking her tongue rapidly over the sensitive bud. The dual stimulation of her fingers pounding into your cunt and her mouth devouring your clit was almost too much to bear.

Mizu could feel your thighs trembling, your belly quivering, your entire body coiled tight like a bowstring about to snap. She could sense your impending release, could taste your arousal flooding her mouth as your juices flowed freely.

She looked up at you, her blue eyes dark and intense, holding your gaze captive as she plunged her fingers as deep as they could go and sucked your clit hard.

With a sharp cry, your body convulsed, back arching off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your cunt clenched vice-tight around Mizu’s fingers.

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You are straight, that's why, that's why. You know what stop fooling yourself, you definitely aren't after your virgin ass cummed with just a few minutes of Mizu’s fingering.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Completely Normal

based on an anonymous request

"You what?" Remus nearly yelled, looking back and forth between Sirius and James, his mouth agape.

"Guys kiss their friends, like, to practice for girls. It's normal," James shrugged.

Remus narrowed his eyes, still trying to take in the information that two of his best friends had kissed. More than once. "Normal," he scoffed. Not much about Sirius and James was normal, after all.

But Sirius just grinned and leaned towards him. "Yeah. Want to see?"

And suddenly, Remus's brain was short-circuiting. He couldn't remember how to breathe or think. Or nod.

But somehow, Sirius must have realized that he was okay with whatever he was offering, because their lips touched softly, and Remus felt himself gasp.

It was not friendly. He felt his stomach flip-flop and his cheeks turn pink, and he resisted the urge to raise his hand to grab at Sirius's cheek and deepen the kiss. But thankfully, miraculously, Sirius did that for him, and before Remus could think, their tongues were swiping against each other, Sirius's breath hot in Remus's mouth and Remus's entire body on fire.

Suddenly, just as Remus considered wrapping his arms around Sirius's waist, Sirius almost jumped back, panting, eyes wide, looking shocked and a bit confused.

After a deep breath, however, Sirius murmured the words that made Remus's heart sink: "See? Erm...completely normal."