#load switch circuit

[lisu2brggr]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--discretes--transistors--mosfets/dmg3402l-7-diodes-incorporated-9129541

Surface Mount Power Mosfet, mosfet Transistor, transistor mosfet, Power MosFet

N-Channel 30 V 4 A 52 mΩ Surface Mount Power Mosfet - SOT-23

[bryn2land]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--discretes--transistors--mosfets/dmg3402l-7-diodes-incorporated-1051270

MOSFET transistors, Load switch circuit, load switch, N-channel device, load switch

N-Channel 30 V 4 A 52 mΩ Surface Mount Power Mosfet - SOT-23

[eliso2toos]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--discretes--transistors--mosfets/ntf6p02t3g-onsemi-1914845

Transistor manufacturers, mosfet circuit, Power MosFet, N-channel FET

P-Channel 20 V 44 mOhm 8.3 W Surface Mount Power MOSFET - SOT-223

[stvin2cave]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--discretes--transistors--mosfets/re1c002untcl-rohm-3063706

MosFet motor driver, load switch circuit, MosFet manufacturers, diode

RE1C002UN Series 20 V 1.2 Ohm 200 mA Surface Mount Small Signal Mosfet - EMT-3F

[mchel2oa]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--discretes--transistors--mosfets/si2309cds-t1-ge3-vishay-3122871

MOSFET transistors, Power MOSFET, bipolar junction transistors, mosfet module

SI2309CDS Series P-Channel 60 V 0.345 Ohm Power MosFet Surface Mount - SOT-23-3

[rssl2drick]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--discretes--transistors--mosfets/pmv40un2r-nexperia-7057604

Power mosfet, High voltage mosfet, mosfet gate, MosFet load switch

PMV40UN2 Series 30 V 44 mOhm 3.7 A SMT N-Channel TrenchMOS FET - TO-236AB

[frnkk2cole]

Mosfet transistor, mosfet gate, mosfet switch, Load switch circuit

2N7002K Series 60 V 2 Ohm SMT N-Channel Enhancement Mode Mosfet - SOT-23-3

[mhci2lhll]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--discretes--transistors--mosfets/2n7002k-7-diodes-incorporated-4129523

Mosfet switch circuit, mosfet circuit, mosfet transistor, Load switch mosfet

2N7002K Series 60 V 2 Ohm SMT N-Channel Enhancement Mode Mosfet - SOT-23-3

[jsph2veton]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--discretes--transistors--mosfets/fdn340p-onsemi-6552491

Mosfet module, High voltage mosfet, mosfet switch circuit

Single P-Channel 20V 70 mOhm Logic Level PowerTrench Mosfet SSOT-3

[edid2itth]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--discretes--transistors--mosfets/pmv30xpear-nexperia-7092005

Mosfet applications, mosfet function, mosfet switch, mosfet switch circuit

PMV30XEAR Series 20 V 34 mOhm 490 mW SMT P-Channel TrenchMOS FET - SOT-23

[jshu2liam]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--discretes--transistors--mosfets/fdb3632-onsemi-9032152

Through Hole N-Channel MOSFET, load switches circuit, Transistors Mosfets

N-Channel 100 V 9 mOhm Surface Mount PowerTrench Mosfet TO-263AB

[errl2nson]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--discretes--transistors--mosfets/dmg1026uv-7-diodes-incorporated-2129543

Transistor circuits, npn transistor, transistor switch, bjt transistor

Dual N-Channel 60 V 2.1 Ohm 0.45 pC 0.65 W Silicon SMT Mosfet - SOT-563

[dreamauri]

Can you do one where Charles doesn’t know that reader speaks French, until he finds out when she orders at a restaurant or is talking on the phone?

♪ — 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 charles leclerc x girlfriend! reader ( fluff ) fic summary . . . Withholding information is always fun—especially when it’s an entire language and your fiancé has no idea. Watching Charles short-circuit as you casually order pizza in perfect French might just be the best entertainment you’ve had all week.

( main master list | more of charles leclerc ) ( requests )

Charles had his arms wrapped around you, chin resting on your shoulder as you both scrolled through the pizza menu on your phone. The couch was warm, his body heat making you feel cozy, but the Great Pizza Debate had been going on for the last ten minutes.

“Just get the zucchini pizza,” Charles murmured, tracing random patterns on your arm.

You made a face. “Ew, no. I’m getting pepperoni.”

Charles groaned, dramatically flopping back against the couch. “Why do you hate vegetables?”

“Why do you like zucchini on pizza?” you countered. “That should be illegal.”

“It’s good!”

“It tastes like sadness.”

The bickering lasted another two minutes before a solution presented itself: just get separate pizzas. Which, in hindsight, should have been obvious from the start.

“Fine, fine. I’ll order,” you said, grabbing your phone.

Charles got up, stretching lazily before making his way to the kitchen. He was halfway to getting himself a glass of water when he heard something that made him freeze.

You were speaking French.

Fluently.

Over the phone.

“Bonsoir ! Oui, je voudrais commander deux pizzas, s'il vous plaît. Une au pepperoni et une aux courgettes . . . Oui, pour emporter.” [Good evening! Yes, I’d like to order two pizzas, please. One pepperoni and one zucchini… Yes, for pickup]

Charles almost dropped his glass.

His eyes widened. He had never, never heard you speak French before. He thought you didn’t know the language, that you never bothered to learn. And yet here you were, casually placing a pizza order like you’d been fluent all your life.

He stood there, completely still, trying to process.

“D’accord, on sera là dans vingt minutes. Merci beaucoup !” [Alright, we’ll be there in twenty minutes. Thank you very much]

You turned toward him after hanging up. “We have to go pick it up.”

Charles just nodded, still stuck in loading... mode.

At the restaurant, it happened again.

You walked up to the counter, effortlessly switching to French as you spoke to the employee about your order.

“Bonsoir ! J’ai passé une commande au téléphone, une pizza au pepperoni et une aux courgettes ?” [Good evening! I placed an order over the phone, one pepperoni pizza and one zucchini]

The employee nodded, checking the system. “Ah oui, c’est prêt. Un instant.” [Ah yes, it’s ready. One moment]

Charles just stood beside you, hands in his pockets, staring at you with a completely blank expression.

It was like watching an NPC glitch in real-time.

The employee returned with the pizzas. “Voilà ! Bonne soirée à vous.” [Here you go! Have a great evening]

“Merci, bonne soirée !” [Thank you, have a great evening] you replied with a smile before turning to Charles. “Okay, let’s go.”

He didn’t move.

You raised an eyebrow. “Charles?”

Still nothing. His brain was clearly buffering.

You waved a hand in front of his face. “Earth to Leclerc?”

Charles blinked rapidly, snapping out of it. “Huh? Oh. Right.” He followed you back to the car, but the gears in his head were still turning.

Back at home, you placed the pizzas on the dining table, humming to yourself. Charles, however, was still staring at you like you’d grown a second head.

Finally, he blurted, “You speak French?”

You gave him an unimpressed look. “I’m pretty sure I just did, Charlie.”

Charles shook his head, looking genuinely bewildered. “Since when?”

“Since always?” you laughed. “I just never spoke it around you.”

He pointed at you accusingly. “You’ve been lying to me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not lying, just . . . withholding information.”

Charles groaned dramatically, flopping onto the chair. “Mon amour, do you know how much easier my life would have been if I knew you spoke French?”

You smirked. “Oh, I know.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You enjoyed watching me struggle, didn’t you?”

You plopped down next to him, grabbing a slice of your pizza. “Oh, absolutely.”

Charles huffed, shaking his head, but he was smiling now. “I can’t believe this.”

You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before taking a bite. “Well, believe it, mon amour.”

voice notes 🔊 . . . ( i had fun writting this, thank you for requesting anon! )

[wlia2ffma]

Mosfet power supply, mosfet circuits, power mosfet, mosfet uses

Single N-Channel 20 V 0.99 mOhm 155 nC HEXFET® Power Mosfet - PQFN 5 x 6 mm

[raitonsfw]

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: | 1 | Gojo wanted to make you a mommy more than anything in the world... and he was fucking determined. | 2 | You couldn't even begin to fathom the feeling of Gojo's blindfold shielding you from existence, his hand tracing up your spine and you knew he wasn't going to make this easy for you.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader... | 1 | breeding kink, husband!gojo, positions (doggy style, missionary, over his shoulders), many creampies, dirty talk, praising, begging, slight fingering, body worship, p in v intercourse (obvi), rough sex, feral!gojo, talks of having his children, petnames (mama, babe) lord i have sinned cuz this downright filthy... | 2 | blindfolded reader, bondage, doggy style, fingering, p in v intercourse, dirty talk, teasing, cockdrunk!reader, rough sex, praising, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, good girl), mentions of riding and switching positions.

a/n: | 1 | i was posessed writing this one, i swear- wc: 600ish. | 2 | i think i'll make this thirst a staple, think we need to see more of reader wearing his blindfold... wc: 600ish. v-day list | m.list

thirst count: 2

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

| 1 |

“So good for me… yeah that’s it, mama.” Gojo praised, patting the side of your leg with oomph as you whimpered out his name. He had your legs high in the air, over the mounds of his broad shoulders and you could barely see straight, the entirety of your brain mush as he drilled into you– his cock ramming up against your cervix every time he managed a deep thrust. 

Which was every time, mind you.

Gojo had you in so many positions already; doggy had by far been the best for you, your moans muffled by the sheets you were thrown against and you arched your back through every thrust. It was heaven sent, you felt as his hands groped at your thighs, your waist, your ass. But he was indecisive– that fucker, and he wanted to see your face as he shot his third load into you so he flipped you over. His other two had dripped out of you and he cursed under his breath when he noticed, his fingers trying to plug it back up into you. 

“Fuck…! –got my dick in a chokehold babe...” He groaned out, his voice breaking at the end of it and you tilted your head back into the feather of the pillows beneath you. He was being absolutely ruthless with you and you couldn’t help but clench around him every time he plunged into you roughly– it made him feral, his bright eyes wide with desire.

“Your body’s so fucking perfect–” He breathed out as your hips started to meet with his own, his eyes rolling back slightly and his love laced words slipped off his tongue with ease. Your breasts bounced prettily on your chest and your back had arched back up towards him, your tummy poking out slightly– which fed his urges. “Need you carrying my kid… Gotta see how sexy you’d look– how fucking gorgeous…”

Your mind short circuited, practically screaming out for him to breed you because, holy fuck that’s all you ever wanted in your lifetime– a kid, his kid. You wanted nothing more than to carry his child, a bond so strong no one would ever threaten to break it and you cried out in ecstasy as he glided his tongue against yours. He swallowed your pleads, rutting into you with pure purpose now and all you wanted him to do was fill you up– again and again and–

“God yes– you wanna have my children, hm…?” Gojo teased in between thrusts, your body trembling as your orgasm crept up your spine. “Can’t get it out of your head huh, with your pussy squeezing me like a vice– shit…! I’ll make you a mama if you ask nicely.”

“Please, Satoru..! Need it–” You babbled, too worked up to care about anything else– you needed his cum painting your cervix white, nothing could sway you out of this now as you yearned out his name over and over. 

“That’s right, beg for it.” 

And you did, with utmost obedience. Your vision became fuzzy, tiny bursts of color surrounding it as you felt your release harrowing through your body. Gojo’s thrusts faltered, stalled within you and a deep groan filled your ear as he pressed down onto you– trying to bury himself inside of you as he came. He held you against him with his moans panting out against your neck as he lazily rolled his hips into you, fucking his cum as deep as it could go. 

“T-Think I’ll stay inside you for a while..wouldn’t want this batch dripping out of you too.” He muttered into your skin as he caught his breath, planting kisses down towards your collarbone. A broad hand laid against your tummy as you reveled in his touch, relaxing into the feeling of being close and full– so full still it made you shiver with anticipation because…

“Think she’ll take after her momma?” 

| 2 |

You wished you had the dexterity of his six eyes; you couldn’t see shit through his blindfold as you zeroed in on the shifting behind you against the bed.

Gojo had you pinned, your wrists tied delicately together as your as tilted up against his pelvis. His hands ran down your thighs, spreading them apart with a simple motion and you could already feel the cold air against your exposed cunt. It wasn’t the best position for you– you wanted to see Gojo, you longed for his beauty inside and out. But at the same time, this thrilled you immensely. 

The thought of his blindfold holding you hostage and maybe one of his old ones tied against your wrist – you couldn’t tell – but it was intoxicating to say the least. That he’d go to the lengths of letting you wear it, letting you wear something so sacred to him, to the abundance of his entirety. At that moment, you felt his fingers swipe through your arousal and you whined out in frustration. 

“Patience, baby. Don’t gotta wait too long– I got you.” Gojo hummed, plunging two fingers in simultaneously and you keened into it. “Arch some more for me– let me see that pretty pussy, hm?”

And you did the best you could, fucking yourself back on his fingers in the process; you were pleased with yourself when you heard his breath hitch behind you. And the precious sound of his clothes shuffling around his knees. God, you were so drunk for his cock– your entire cunt was dripping for it, messing the sides of your thighs. 

You whined out again, not realizing how close he was to you. You jumped slightly at the sound of his voice against the shell of your ear. “You’re not very patient. Here, this feel better?” Gojo pressed the crown of his cock against your entrance and a sharp gasp fell from your lips, mixing with his own groan. “Ah– Of course it does... Ass up, sweetheart.”

His hands gripped the sides of your waist, positioning himself at just the right angle to fuck into you. Gojo didn’t give you a chance to breathe, to even slide yourself wider on the bed to take him– he just fucking sunk right in with no remorse and hoped you wouldn’t break underneath him. As he stretched you out, you couldn’t help but moan out his name and clench around him as he bottomed out. 

“That’s it, princess. Go on, take my cock.” He huffed out, thrusting into you roughly and you laxed from the pleasure that coursed through your pussy as his cock dragged deliciously against the warmth of your walls. He filled you up so nicely in this position and it took everything in him to not just manhandle you– to not just straight up hold you against him and rut into you. 

You could hear nothing but his harsh pants and the wet squelching of your cunt being abused and it fucking turned you on more than it should’ve– his blindfold brought so much more of your other senses that it nearly drove you wild each time his hips snapped into you. His hands roamed each and every crevice of your skin as he leaned over you, pressing his chest flush with your back. 

“Such a good girl… sucks you can’t see me, huh? Betcha reallly want to.” Gojo panted in your ear, kissing behind it with a quiet groan overtaking him when you inadvertently squeezed around him– his voice just caught you so off guard, your senses totally obscured and you couldn’t help it. 

“Next time, we can switch– you’ll ride me while I’m tied up, yeah? I’ll even close my eyes for you, level the playing field a bit…”

[matt-murdockk]

Human 101: Cooking

pairing: rk800 connor x reader

words: 2.1 k

warnings: language, self-deprecating humour, lack of proofreading, fic from reader's pov

summary: human 101 with (y/n) and Connor, a crash course on the basics of humanity, brought to you by sumo and a very sleep-deprived writer (comedy, fluff)

additional context: reader has a rampant crush on Connor, as established in Short Circuit, this could be treated as a sequel in spirit or just a standalone.

a/n: thanks for all the love for my previous fic, here's another one <3

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Unlike other deviants, Connor took his time to come to terms with his deviancy. Imagine you live your entire life (even if your whole life was barely a couple weeks) thinking your only purpose was to, say, hunt dogs. What would you do if you woke up one day to find you were the dog all along? This feels like a bad analogy. You get the point.

That kind of revelation would definitely come with its own baggage. I mean, I can't even begin to imagine what it must've been like. So even if Connor has finally made his peace with being a deviant, I have made it my life's mission to help him experience the highs and lows of being fully human. Call it Human 101.

Lesson one? Cooking. Sure "Love makes us human" Yeah okay but if you really think about it, it is cooking. Literally no other species cooks. Everyone fucks. Go figure.

"Cooking is fundamental," I told him, as we stood in my kitchen. "It’s like… the ultimate human bonding experience. Families, friends, lovers-" I stopped myself there, flustered, oops, but he didn’t seem to notice. "It’s about creating something from scratch, with your hands. Plus, we get to eat it after. Win-win."

"I should inform you that I already have access to an extensive database of recipes and culinary techniques. If required, I can prepare any dish with precise measurements and optimal timing. There is a less than one percent chance of error."

"Oh, no no," I laughed. "We can't follow recipes, God, no. Cooking is about spontaneity. About chaos. Screwing up is where the fun is."

His head tilted slightly, LED blinking yellow as though he were processing my statement. "You believe the experience is improved by the possibility of failure?"

"Absolutely!" I said, grabbing a whisk from the counter. "It's not just about the taste, you know? You need to spill flour everywhere, accidentally burn the sauce, or switch salt with sugar. That's the human way. You mess up, you laugh about it, and sometimes you end up making something even better than you planned."

Connor stared at me for a long moment, as though trying to reconcile my argument with his programming. "This is… counterintuitive. But intriguing."

"Exactly!" I said, pointing the whisk at him like I’d just solved world hunger. "Now, step one: forget the database. No looking up recipes. We’re winging it."

He blinked at me. "Winging it?"

"Yes. We’re going to use whatever’s in the fridge and figure it out as we go. Trust me, it’ll be great."

He looked at me like there was a loading screen inside his head. "Statistically, this approach has a higher likelihood of failure. That is... good?"

"Exactly." I grinned, tossing him an apron. "Let's get cooking, Wall-E."

Connor caught the apron mid-air, holding it up like it was a wet sock. "Is this truly necessary for the process?"

"Oh yeah, big time," I said, tying my own around my waist. "It’s part of the uniform. Cooking without an apron is like... running a mission without a plan."

That got a faint quirk of his lips. "I wasn’t aware cooking was so strategic."

"It’s not," I said, pulling open the fridge and gesturing dramatically. "It’s pure chaos. Okay, what do we have?"

Connor peered inside with the precision of someone scanning a battlefield. It may as well have been, honestly. "Tomatoes, cheese, leftover chicken, and... two peppers approximately three days past their optimal freshness." No, I am not embarrassed about how I ration. Okay fine, a little bit.

"Perfect. We’re making pizza."

He straightened slightly, tilting his head at me. "A pizza is typically constructed using dough as a base. There is no dough present."

"There will be if we make it from scratch. Flour, water, some yeast if I remembered to buy it... probably. Easy."

As I started rummaging through the pantry, Connor stayed rooted in place, watching me like he was making notes like I'd be quizzing him on pantry rummaging etiquette later. When I turned around, a bag of flour in hand, I caught him staring.

"What?"

"I was considering how often you engage in these… unpredictable approaches. It’s unconventional. Yet, it appears to bring you joy."

I paused, caught off-guard by how earnestly he’d said it. "Yeah, I guess it does. Life’s too short to stress about being perfect all the time, you know?"

Connor seemed to mull that over, but instead of replying, he reached for the bag of flour. "Allow me. The chances of you spilling that are statistically high."

"Oh, wow, thanks for the vote of confidence," I said, rolling my eyes.

He smiled then- an actual, honest-to-goodness smile that made my stomach do a weird little flip.

We started working on the dough together. Well, I started working on the dough, he was fighting demons. It was hilarious. It was like the dough owed him money.

"Dude, dude, relax. The dough isn't your enemy. You're not interrogating the dough. You need to be gentle with it. We like the dough. The dough is our friend."

"The same way Hank is our friend?"

"Hank is dough, yes."

"Well, Hank is not responding well to my kneading."

Wait. A joke? Was that a joke? Holy shit.

I blinked at him, eyebrows shooting up. “Did you just…?”

His lips twitched, though it was still subtle. “I’m capable of humor when required.” I nudged him lightly with my elbow, the warmth of the moment sinking in. He gave the dough another half-hearted punch, then added, “I don't understand why Dough Hank isn't cooperating.”

“Well, firstly, stop punching it like it owes you money. You have to be gentle. Dough requires finesse.”

He tilted his head, his LED spinning in thought. “Finesse,” he repeated, his hands hesitating awkwardly above the dough.

His struggling with the dough was honestly the most adorable thing I have ever seen. He was trying, he really was, but his confusion from the dough not reciprocating for all his efforts and him not being able to wrap his head around it made for a hilarious staring contest between Dough Hank and Connor. He held it up and stared at it closely, possibly with malicious intent.

Earth to (Y/n), I stepped closer until I was pressed lightly against his side. “Here, let me show you.” Sliding my hands over his, I guided his movements, pressing gently into the dough, folding and rolling it in a smooth rhythm. “See? You’re not fighting it. You’re working with it.”

Connor followed my lead, his hands relaxing under mine. His head dipped slightly, and when I glanced up, I realized he was watching me instead of the dough. I was hyperaware of the fact that I was so close to him and was very sure he could figure out just how nervous I was feeling.

“So, we negotiate with the dough,” he murmured, his voice quieter, almost teasing now.

“Exactly,” I said, laughing softly. “Negotiation is key. Be nice, and it’ll be nice back.”

I watched him start over with dough Hank, this time, more gently. Like he was getting the hang of it. "I think I’m starting to understand," he murmured.

I raised an eyebrow. “Understand what?”

"What being human is about," he said quietly, his voice almost contemplative. “It’s about embracing it. The mess, the failure, the laughter. The joy of not being perfect. I quite like the idea of not having to be perfect all the time."

In all honesty, I was not sure how to respond to that. He looked like a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders like someone had just told him it was okay to breathe for the first time. And, for a moment, I almost didn’t want to ruin it.

His LED flickered a soft yellow, his eyes- those damn calm eyes- finally looking a little less... distant. It felt like I was staring at the kind of person you’d want to confide in, the kind who’d get it.

I bit my lip, trying not to smile. “You okay there, Connor?”

He glanced up, that soft smile still hanging on his lips. “I believe so,” he said, voice uncharacteristically light. “I think I’m finally making progress. With understanding humanity. And dough Hank.”

I snorted, quickly covering my mouth to hide the laugh. "Well, dough Hank was a tough nut to crack, but you did it, so good job."

He smiled, like he was proud of himself, and looked so damn cute. I shook myself out of my thoughts and grabbed the rolling pin, ready to get back to work. "Alright, now that we’ve figured out how to negotiate with dough, let’s make this pizza. We’re going all in."

Connor, still looking oddly content, glanced at the ingredients on the counter. "I assume we’ll be using the tomatoes, cheese, and chicken? I’ve been considering possible toppings. The peppers are not ideal."

"Connor, I have no regard for my safety and you don't have a digestive system. I think we'll be fine."

"Suit yourself, (Y/n)." Again. That damn lilt in his voice when he says my name. It's like he knows what it's doing to me. Asshole.

After about 20 minutes, Dough Hank had fully become Pizza Hank and it was finally time.

"Alright, Baymax. Moment of Truth."

"I must ask. What is with the various robot nicknames? Are they terms of endearment?"

"Sure, let's go with that."

"Noted. In that case, it only seems appropriate to assign you one in return... Sugar?"

"Oh wow, no. God, just, no."

"Sport?"

"Nope."

"Champ?"

"Worse!"

"I'm bad at this, aren't I?"

"Baby steps, C3PO."

I liked this. Banter, his company, this... the whole thing. Whatever it can be called. Watching him discover things I have known my entire life is such an enthralling experience. It's like that one revelation you have when you're like 7 or 8 when you realize that you are alive TM. Except this time, you're watching someone else have it. I don't know if any of this makes sense, but what I do know is that I don't want this to end any time soon.

"Wow, this is disgusting."

Pizza Hank was a pile of dog shit. It was like a troll and an ogre had a baby on my tongue. No self-respecting person would put that in their mouth a second time. My mouth hates me for this.

"I thought failure was welcome. Is it not?"

"Yeah, but this is straight-up nuclear, my guy. I wouldn't eat this if someone paid me money."

"Well, while I cannot taste food the way humans do, I am able to simulate the experience of tasting by analyzing the composition of the food. I could describe it to you if you would like."

"Really? What do you think?" he picked up a slice and confidently took a bite out of it.

"Yeah, this is awful."

I put my hands up in resignation. Cooking was a disaster. I am useless and do not deserve nice things. Pain is eternal and hell beckons.

"I'm sorry for wasting your time, this is all my fault."

"Failure, as you pointed out, is part of the process. And it wasn’t a waste of time."

I groaned, dropping onto a stool and burying my face in my hands. "It’s not even edible. We can’t exactly bond over a pile of inedible sludge."

“I don’t think the goal here was actually to cook something edible, was it? From what I understand, it was about experiencing the act of cooking- and bonding with each other. By that measure, I believe we have succeeded.”

I was caught off guard. He thought we "successfully bonded". Please excuse me while I pass away.

"You really think so?"

He nodded while smiling at me reassuringly while putting the mangled remains of pizza Hank back on the plate. "Besides, per my observation, your shift in mood could be a result of hunger."

"Yeah, I haven't eaten anything all day, have I?"

"Not to my knowledge."

"You wanna get good pizza and go to Real Hank's place?"

"I would love to. I have been meaning to see Sumo."

cut-scene from the car ride <3

"I just assumed the pizza would be edible. You know? I can call it optimism all I want but that's just a lack of planning."

"Is lack of planning an inherent human trait?"

"Oh, Yeah. Top of the list, actually."

a/n: now I liked Short Circuit more but here's part 2 <3 also yes I took the cooking makes us human bit from another popular tumblr post, i just thought it was hilarious