#and grape flavored paste

[mason-cipher]

Honey wake up!! New pride collection just dropped!!

@moppopus hii :3

[lvmimis]

if your fave were a candy flavor what would they taste like?

[sweet-beezus]

Reixen

A strange girl with even stranger habits, usually having to do with trouble she can cause. Despite having no heart of her own, there's a pocket within that still carries a vague mirroring of what could be a love for her closest connections.

[wanderingibon]

tell me why im sitting on the floor dusting my pc / cleaning its shelf area and i find a whole, calcified, dusty vitamin gummy

[jawsplitter]

THE DOLLAR STORE HAD A NEW FAYGO FLAVOR

[flwrstqr]

✦ HOW SWEET DOES IT TASTES? ⸻ 엔하이픈 OT7 𓈒 ˒ ── 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒.

﹙ 𝓹𝐥𝐨𝐭 ♡𝓹𝐫é����𝐢𝐬 crush!enha x fem!r. 𖥔fluff ot7 works based on that horimiya scene,‎⸝⸝⸝ kissing, not proofread wordcount` 812. 𓈃 ◌⠀⠀˖ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 𓏵⠀

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𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 (이희승)

you pop the candy into your mouth, expecting sweetness but getting an overpowering burst of licorice instead. your nose wrinkles at the bitter taste, and you struggle not to spit it out. heeseung, standing close by, notices your expression and raises an eyebrow.

"what flavor is it?" he asks, curiosity lacing his tone.

"licorice," you manage to mumble.

without warning, heeseung leans in, his lips brushing yours as he steals the candy from your mouth. his lips are soft and warm, sending a shiver down your spine. when he pulls back, he grins, savoring the licorice.

"not my favorite, either," he says plainly as if he didn't kiss you.

rest of the members below !!

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘 (박종성)

you put the candy into your mouth, expecting sweetness but getting an unexpected burst of sour grape instead. you give a sour expression. jay, standing nearby, notices your expression and smirks.

"what flavor is it?" he asks, amusement in his voice.

"sour grape," you reply, wincing.

without a moment's hesitation, jay steps closer, his lips meeting yours in a swift. he kisses you deeply, his tongue gently stealing the candy from your mouth. his hand cupping your cheek. when he finally pulls back, he smirks, the sour grape now his.

"not bad," he says, eyes glinting with mischief.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 (심재윤)

you pop the candy into your mouth, expecting a fruity burst but instead getting an overpowering wave of bitter lemon. you can't help but wrinkle your nose. jake, who's been watching you, laughs softly.

"what's wrong? bad flavor?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"bitter lemon," you mumble, trying to endure the taste.

jake steps closer, his hand gently tilting your chin up. "let me help," he whispers.

before you can react, he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a tender yet firm kiss. his tongue slips past your lips, capturing the candy and mingling with the bitter lemon taste. when he finally pulls back, he holds the candy between his teeth, grinning.

"much better," he says, winking playfully.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 (박성훈)

you unwrap the candy and pop it into your mouth, expecting a burst of sweetness. instead, you're hit with an intense wave of bitter coffee. sunghoon, lounging nearby, catches your expression and raises an eyebrow.

"bad flavor?" he asks, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"bitter coffee," you mutter, grimacing.

sunghoon stands and strides over, curiosity in his eyes. "let me try something."

before you can respond, he cups your face gently and leans in. His lips meet yours in a soft, unexpected kiss. his hand resting lightly on your neck. when he finally pulls back, he savors the candy for a moment before making a face.

"definitely strange," he says, his eyes locking onto yours with a playful glint.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 (김선우)

you unwrap the candy and pop it into your mouth, you're hit with an overwhelming taste of salty licorice. you gag slightly, trying to hide your facial expression. sunoo, who’s been watching you from across the room, laughs out loud.

"what kind of flavor is that?" he asks, walking over with a grin.

"salty licorice," you manage to say, struggling to keep it down.

sunoo's eyes sparkle with mischief. "let me taste it,"

he leans in, his hand gently cradling your cheek, and kisses you softly. when he pulls back, he holds the candy between his teeth, giving you a playful wink.

"better me than you," he says with a laugh, the salty licorice still in his mouth. "next time, let's pick something sweeter."

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 (양정원)

you pop the candy into your mouth, and immediately, a wave of regret hits you. the taste of pickle-flavored candy makes your nose wrinkle in disgust. jungwon, your crush, notices and asks with a smirk, "what flavor did you get?"

before you can answer, he leans in, his lips brushing against yours as he steals the candy from your mouth. the unexpected kiss sending a jolt of electricity through you. when he pulls away, he raises an eyebrow and grins.

"pickle? that's... unique," he says, laughing softly. your heart flutters, the taste of the candy now forgotten in the warmth of his kiss.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 (西村力)

you unwrap the candy and pop it into your mouth. you're surprised by an intense burst of sour lemon. your face twists in a mixture of surprise and mild discomfort. riki, noticing your reaction from across the room, raises an eyebrow with concern.

"is everything okay?" he asks, stepping closer.

"sour lemon," you reply, trying to mask your distaste.

before you can protest, he leans in, his hand gently holding your chin as his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss. the kiss lingers for a moment, warm and reassuring, before he pulls back with a smile.

"there," he says softly, holding the candy between his fingers. "better?"

[chlorinecake]

imagine taking care of riki while he’s sick and he can’t resist the urge to give you kissies all over bc he’s so inluv with you :(

[Vitamin C]uddles —⊹ N.RK (西村力) 🛏️

Pairing… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ sick boyfriend!niki x gf!reader

Warnings… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ kissing, lots of teasing, fluff

Words… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 521 -> “I’ll take care of you. Duh.”

Despite his usually intimidating appearance, Niki was a huge baby on the inside, and those attributes were only amplified whenever he wasn’t feeling well.

The poor boy had been sick ever since he got back from traveling, so you took it upon yourself to care for him until he got better.

“Hey, this needs more soy sauce… I can hardly taste it,” Niki whined, taking a dissatisfied sip from the chicken soup you ordered.

“Niki, there’s already so much in here that the broth turned brown. Now eat up before it gets cold,” you said, placing a napkin on the table tray beside him.

“I will, but only if you stay with me this time.”

You turned your head at his words, “Aww, d’you miss me?”

“No, I’ve been in bed all day and I’m just bored.”

“Riigght,” you said, spoon feeding him a glob of the grape flavored medicine.

He made a weird face, trying to get over the bitter taste of the cough syrup, “My God, that tastes like poison!”

You giggled at your boyfriends words, climbing in bed next to him with a large plate of assorted sushi rolls, “Try some with wasabi, too! It might help unclog your sinuses.”

Using the chopsticks, you dipped a sushi roll into the chunky green paste, bringing it to his mouth with an airplane motion.

You must’ve put too much, because his eyes immediately started watering as he ate it.

“Do you have any other talents aside from torturing me everyday?” He asked, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Yup,” you said plainly, escaping his side, “I’m pretty good at leaving sick people to fend for themselves.”

He watched as you walked toward the door, “Byeeee… wait! NOO!! I miss you already!”

“But you just said bye?”

“I didn’t mean it, baby. Come back please!! You forgot to give me vitamin C.”

“Vitamin what?” You asked, turning to face him with your arms crossed.

“Vitamin C… for cuddles,” he clarified, pouting.

“Fine,” you said sharply, “but only if you promise not to say anything else stupid… or mean.”

“Ok, ok, just stop stalling and get over here already!”

You walked back to the bed, lying next to Niki under the covers as he put the sushi platter on the bedside table.

“Wahhh, you’re so warm,” you giggled, your silly boyfriend swinging his leg over your body.

“Okay, now what are you doing?”

“Making a cage for you, my naughty little kitten,” he smiled, poking your nose.

“But I don’t like cages,” you sulked.

“Well then pretend it’s a seatbelt instead,” he chirped.

“Fine…”

“Double FINE! Can I get a kiss now?”

“What? No, what if you get me sick?”

“Then I’ll take care of you. Duh… and before you ask, yes, I promise,” he chuckled, resting his hand on your neck before cradling your face in his hand, leaving feather light kisses all over your face.

“Thank you for not rejecting my heebie-jeebies,” he said in between pecking your cheeks.

“Well when you put it like that, it kinda makes me want to,” you teased, squirming in his warm embrace.

More like this: Kisses with Riki in the dressing room

౨ৎ Thank you for reading this quick little fic, and special thanks to the lovely anon who requested this piece!

౨ৎ Feel free to check out more cute and fun reads like this at the pinned post on my blog :3

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update 12/03: Thank you all so much for 1,000 likes!!

[cj-etc]

Writing the five senses: Taste

Taste is a convention that shockingly few writers use in their work. It is, in part, due to how limiting it can be as a descriptor. However, there are plenty of workarounds that will keep your readers immersed and help them understand your meaning.

Use texture

One of the most important parts of any food is its texture. Many of us (myself included) are very sensitive to texture, and it is the first thing we notice when we try a new dish. So, when describing what a character is eating, describe how it might feel. Is it chewy? Tough? Smooth and runny? Dry? Crumbly? Is it warm or cold? How easy is it to chew? While this can make readers uncomfortable if used at length, a few quick descriptions can help make your writing more realistic.

Figurative language: the simile

Has a friend ever told you that a dish they ate "tastes like chicken"? You can use similes like that in your writing, too. Maybe an exotic fruit tastes "as sweet as a grape," or "feels like chewing on leather." Both of these are great examples of simile and give your readers a better understanding of what you're trying to describe.

Emotional/physical reactions

Sometimes, a food is so bad that it elicits a strong physical or emotional response. If you eat something that tastes like dirt, your first instinct might be to spit it out and complain about the bad flavor. Realistic characters can respond this way, too. The same can be said for delicious foods. Your characters might close their eyes while savoring a food, vocalize their delight, or use another physical signal to explain how they feel.

Try it yourself!

If you're having trouble writing a character's reaction to a particularly strong-tasting food, try eating it yourself! Or, if you don't have access to the specific food, eat something that you think might elicit a similar reaction. I don't recommend eating something you despise, but if you're truly desperate, it can be a quick solution.

This is not a comprehensive list, nor is it a set of rules. Lots of my suggestions are things that have worked for me in the past, so maybe they'll help you, too! As always, do what you think is best for your writing. Let me know if you try any of these!

Have a writing question? Send me an ask!

[lustlovehart]

Hi hi hi I love your blog I love how you coordinate the characters you like it makes it way easy to see if we have any similar faves! For twst do you have any Yan!Rollo thoughts to spare? Any crumbs at all? 🎤

I'm happy the setup for my character list actually worked! I'm willing to write for a lot of characters, but I do have preferences (not to say I hate writing for characters that aren't my favs, sometimes you js get a spark of inspo and NEED to write) so I wanted people to easily know who I enjoyed to write/draw for more!

Warnings: [Yandere], Obsession, Idealization, Delusions, Kisses, He's a freak (Literally)

Yandere Rollo who's the type to not bask in your glory, but rather simply, linger, in it. Oh, but don't be fooled, if he had the opportunity to he would swallow you and your entirety like fine wine.

But he doesn't, because despite his wicked need to be your one and only, he knows the only way you'll ever be his, is to trap all your affections in a bottle and keep it close to his heart.

This doesn't mean he can't find someway to bypass his own rules. It may be a misdemeanor in his morals, but he isn't truly hurting you.

Rollo, who is the type to try and be realistic with his affections, yet a deeper part of him pushes past all rational thought and imagines you as his light. An even more suppressed part of him wishes for himself to be your light.

"Do you really only eat grapes and croissants? I'm not sure if that's a very nutritional meal..." Rollo's tired eyes glance up from his plate at you, poor table manners having you lean on the surface as you stab at a piece of cake.

"You speak like that and eat different variations of dessert at least once a week." his expression doesn't change, but his point of focus does, trained at the piece of frosting on the corner of your lip.

"Well i'm sorry for not wanting to eat the same thing over and over again." You point down at his plate, 14 grapes and half a croissant left on the dish. He's ready to say something, but then a hint of defiance glints in your eyes, your hand quickly taking the croissant from him. "Well, you can get something else or trek back to town for another one." You place the pastry on your lips, opening your mouth to engulf the rest of the bread, but before you have the chance to eat any of it, you blink at Rollo's face on the other end. With each bite of the other half letting him close in on you. "Rollo-"

In the last consumption, he steals your end from your lips. It has you tense at the proximity, and he's leaning in, and he's coming closer to your lips...

And his hand is quickly turning your chin to allow his thumb to swipe the piece of frosting away. You stare at him wide-eyed at the act, questioning what just occurred. But before you can ask him what the hell that was about, he leaves.

Because he knows, he would tell you if you ask.

Rollo who keeps this obsession compressed in public, but the moment he's alone, he smiles to himself, thoughts of you racing through his mind.

Throughout the day, Rollo avoids you lest he jump to his desires. But he will notice the way he sticks out his tongue to lick his lips, savoring you from your half of the croissant. Secretly, he wishes to have left the bread longer in your mouth so more of you would sog its flavor.

He even notices the way he bites his thumb, tongue peaking out to strip clean the flavor of icing. Even after its essence is wiped clean, he continues. He imagines himself indulging in sin. Rather than swiping the frosting he should've cleaned it with his own mouth.

Or maybe even, continued going after the entirety of the bread was gone, taste you rather than a pastry.

Oh, but you might be sweet, too sweet for even him. The thought though, has him clench his fist...

Rollo who keeps a secret journal filled to the brim of you.

Pictures you had taken, items you left in his room when you were sleeping over, even more personals no one other than you should have. It's truly horrific. There's an entire page sprayed with your perfume (That he personally hunted down himself.), that he lays next to him at night to imagine you're there.

There are also words scribbled in neat handwriting, detailing the love he wishes to spill for you.

Rollo who, despite how hard he wishes to keep you far from harm and the outside cruel influence, will wait until your heart is for him.

Because, you are his light, one that must continue to shine in order to light the horrible life he has lived. He will harbor you growth for as long as he can, until the moment your candle burns for him, and you're all his.

Once that happens, he will never have to worry about his delusions, being delusions any longer.

[simaenagadayo]

well it'd be a yume blog yearning for momota more than anything else tbh

who actually wants to see more of my ocs because i'm considering just making a sideblog for them instead of lumping them with my o.umota content...

[grace5425]

love you so

Stiles Stilinski had never been particularly skilled at hiding his emotions. He wore them on his sleeve—no, more like plastered them on a billboard for everyone to see. Words tended to tumble out of his mouth before he had the chance to filter or finesse them, and his big, brown eyes always gave him away. His cheeks flushed with betrayal at the slightest provocation, no matter how hard he tried to will the embarrassment away. Subtlety had never been his strong suit.

But when it came to you, he had perfected his air of indifference.

Or so, he thought.

You were Scott’s baby sister—though only by a year—and yet something about that label made you feel miles out of reach. Some unwritten, iron-clad rule of the sacred bro code had lodged itself in his brain from the moment he realized that his feelings for you weren’t just a passing crush or some fleeting schoolyard fascination. It had settled in quietly at first, just a whisper at the back of his mind. But over time, it grew louder, harder to ignore. Still, no matter how his heart thudded whenever you laughed or how his stomach twisted when you smiled in his direction, he clung to that code like a lifeline.

Because you just made it so damn easy.

It wasn’t fair—the way you wrapped yourself around his life without even realizing it. The way you still made him seal pinky promises with a kiss to the thumb, like you were both still kids, like the world hadn’t already started to pull you apart in different directions. The way you’d steal his hoodies without asking, sleeves hanging past your hands, smelling faintly like him by the time you returned them weeks later. How you always claimed the passenger seat of his Jeep like it was made for you, feet on the dash, music turned just a little too loud. The way you held him on the worst days—quietly, fiercely—when life got too heavy, too real, too much. Like you knew exactly how to carry the parts of him he didn’t let anyone else see.

And God, he knew you.

He knew the way you bit the inside of your cheek when nerves started to creep in, the way your eyes flickered around when you were overthinking. He knew what songs you played when sleep refused to come—soft, sad things with lyrics that hit too close to home. He knew you hated your natural waves, the way they curled wildly no matter how hard you tried to tame them, and how you’d scowl at your reflection, even though he thought you looked beautiful like that—free, untamed, real.

He noticed how you always caught yourself mid-sentence, slowing down the words that tended to fall out too fast, too messy for most people to follow. But he followed. He always followed. You never had to explain yourself to him—he just understood.

He knew you hated anything grape-flavored, but cherry was your favorite, despite the fact that you couldn’t stand the fruit itself. He knew you despised math with every fiber of your being, but could talk about history like it was a story only you had lived. You wanted to be a writer—he remembered the way your eyes lit up when you talked about it, your dreams too big for this town. You wanted to go to college somewhere on the coast, where the air smelled like salt and possibility. You loved the ocean—not just the view, but the sound of it, the smell of it. You said it made you feel infinite.

And somehow, with you around, he almost felt infinite too.

That’s how he felt now—completely undone—watching you from his spot on the edge of your bed. The room was quiet, except for the soft hum of whatever playlist you had playing in the background and the occasional rustle of paper as you furiously scribbled something down. The window was still cracked open from when he’d climbed through it thirty minutes earlier, letting in the crisp evening air that smelled faintly of pine and the fading light of sunset.

Your hair was thrown up in a messy knot, wisps falling loose around your face in a way that looked effortlessly perfect, though he knew you’d call it a disaster. The oversized T-shirt you wore—his, he realized with a flutter of something in his chest—hung off one shoulder, exposing the smooth line of your collarbone and the faintest glimpse of a sports bra strap. It swallowed you whole, two sizes too big, and yet somehow it looked like it belonged to you more than it ever had to him.

Your eyebrows were furrowed in frustration, your full attention locked on the math worksheet spread out in front of you. You were chewing on the end of your pencil, eyes narrowing at the numbers as if glaring at them hard enough would make the answers magically appear. He was supposed to be helping you—technically, that was the whole reason he was here tonight—but he hadn’t said a word in at least ten minutes. He couldn’t. Not when you looked like that. Not when you were completely in your own world, sitting there in his T-shirt, mumbling about equations you hated, like you hadn’t just stolen the air right out of his lungs.

“You’re staring,” you said, not looking up, your voice soft but teasing, pencil still poised over the page.

Stiles blinked, caught. “No, I’m not,” he lied, terribly.

You glanced up then, one brow arched, a knowing smirk playing on your lips. “You’ve been staring at me for the past ten minutes, Stilinski. Either help me figure out how to factor these equations or admit you’ve got a crush.”

His mouth opened, then closed again, like his brain hadn’t quite caught up to your words. “I—uh—what?” he stammered, voice cracking slightly. “I do not have a crush. That’s ridiculous. Who said that? You did. That’s weird. You’re weird.”

You laughed, and the sound was like sunlight—warm, unbothered, familiar. “You’re deflecting,” you said simply, turning back to your worksheet. “Classic Stiles move.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, heart thudding too loudly in his chest. “I’m not deflecting. I’m… strategizing.”

You snorted. “Oh, yeah? What’s the strategy?”

“Make you forget the math and confuse you with my charm.”

You looked up again, lips twitching like you were trying not to smile. “So far, you’re just confusing.”

“Still counts,” he muttered, but he smiled too, soft and crooked.

You stared at him for a beat longer, eyes searching his face like you were trying to decode something he hadn’t said out loud yet. Then, without warning, you scooted closer, nudging your knee against his.

“You really suck at hiding things, you know that?” you said quietly.

His breath caught. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I know.”

You tilted your head, eyes gentle now. “So why do you keep trying to hide this?”

Stiles looked at you—really looked—and all the rules he’d tried to follow, the ones about bro code and boundaries, felt like background noise. You were right here. You always had been. And he was so, so tired of pretending.

“I guess I was waiting for the right moment,” he said.

You smiled, barely-there but real. “And?”

He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I think this is it.”

Your breath hitched, just barely, and for a second neither of you moved. The space between you was thin—barely there—and charged with something unspoken, something that had been building for a long, long time. You looked at him with those eyes that always saw too much, always saw him, and this time… you didn’t look away.

“So,” you said, your voice a little quieter now, a little more careful. “Are you gonna kiss me, or are you still waiting for a better moment?”

Stiles let out a breathy laugh, more nerves than humor. “God, I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”

“Then do it,” you whispered.

And he did.

He leaned in slow, like giving you time to change your mind, like he couldn’t quite believe this was real. But you didn’t move away. You met him halfway. His lips brushed yours gently at first—soft, unsure—testing the waters. But when you sighed against his mouth, everything else fell away. His hand found your cheek, thumb brushing your skin like he wanted to memorize the feel of it. Your fingers curled in the fabric of his hoodie, pulling him closer.

The kiss deepened, slow and warm and just a little messy, like both of you had been waiting for this but didn’t know exactly how to do it right. It didn’t matter. It felt right. It felt like finally.

When you pulled apart, just slightly, your foreheads rested together. Neither of you opened your eyes right away.

“Guess we’re breaking a few rules,” you murmured, a breath against his lips.

Stiles smiled, still a little dazed. “Screw the rules.”

You laughed again, and he swore it was his favorite sound in the world.

“Okay,” you said, leaning in for one more kiss. “Just don’t tell Scott until after finals.”

“Deal,” he whispered, and kissed you again like he didn’t need to breathe.

[jakesaverse]

JUICEBOX VENDETTA | JAKE SIM | ONE SHOT

Jake x reader

Word Count: ~5,000

Genre: Enemies to lovers (with maximum simp energy)

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You don’t even remember what flavor it was.

Orange, maybe. Or grape. Whatever it was, it ruined your unicorn leggings in the 5th grade and sealed Jake Sim’s fate as your eternal nemesis.

“Move,” you mutter, brushing past him in the hall now, seven years later.

“Sure. Just let me wipe my shoes—might trip over your grudge,” Jake deadpans.

You spin around. “You spilled juice on me.”

“In 5th grade!” he throws his arms up. “It was a JUICE BOX, not acid!”

“Same difference,” you say sweetly. “My thighs were sticky for days.”

Jake chokes on his laughter and then pretends to gag. “Gross, YN. Please. It’s 8 a.m.”

This is your routine. Morning insults, accidental brush-ups in class, and snarky hallway banter that somehow feels like a full-time job. If there were a GPA for verbal combat, you and Jake would be valedictorian and runner-up, constantly switching places.

You tell yourself you hate him.

But maybe it’s weird that you know he doodles on the margins of his notebooks and always flicks his pencil twice before writing. Or that he only drinks strawberry milk on test days. Or that he has the tiniest dimple on the right, not the left.

Totally normal. Totally enemy surveillance.

You absolutely do not notice how good he looks leaning against lockers.

Today, you’re both late to chemistry, and there’s only one Bunsen burner left.

“Great,” you sigh. “You breathe too loud. I’ll get carbon monoxide poisoning.”

Jake smirks. “You think I’m hot.”

“Excuse me?”

He flicks on the flame. “Carbon monoxide is odorless and tasteless. You’re thinking of carbon dioxide—what you exhale when I walk by.”

You glare. “I hope this lab blows up.”

“Don’t worry,” he says, handing you goggles. “I’d save you first. Even if you still hate me for a Capri Sun homicide in 2016.”

Your hand brushes his. You both pull back like it burned.

Spoiler: it didn’t.

Your hands felt warm.

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Lunchtime.

You sit with your friends and spy on Jake from two tables away. It’s not spying, exactly. Just… gathering intel.

He’s laughing at something Sunghoon says. His head tilts back and his smile does that thing. That thing. You shove a carrot in your mouth like it insulted you.

“I swear,” your best friend says, “if you keep staring, I’m gonna charge you rent.”

“I’m not staring.”

“You have the facial expression of a Victorian ghost watching its former lover court a new bride.”

“That’s oddly specific.”

“Stop simping and just talk to him.”

“I do talk to him! I insult him daily!”

They sigh. “The line between hate and love is thin.”

“Thinner than the Capri Sun straw he stabbed my childhood with?”

They blink. “You seriously need therapy.”

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Later. School courtyard.

You’re trying to carry an overloaded project board and a cup of paint back inside when, of course, a familiar voice pops up behind you.

“Need help, Juicebox?”

You freeze. “Don’t call me that.”

Jake grabs the other side of the board anyway. “Let me guess. DIY revenge machine? Shoots juice at unsuspecting boys?”

“Unfortunately, you’re not worth the engineering degree.”

You walk in awkward silence for a few steps before he says, “You know I didn’t mean to spill it, right?”

You glance over. He looks weirdly sincere.

“I was nervous,” he adds. “You—uh—you had pigtails and glitter sneakers and a smile that made my brain shut down.”

You trip over your own foot. “Excuse me?”

Jake looks horrified he said that out loud. “Forget it. I—I mean, whatever. You were just a weird little kid.”

“You had a mushroom haircut.”

“You liked my mushroom haircut!”

“Did not!”

“You called me ‘Toad’ and giggled.”

“…out of pity!”

You’re both smiling now. Stupidly. Your hands are still on the board, your fingers almost touching.

You clear your throat. “Thanks, I guess. For the help.”

“No problem.” Then, softer: “You look good in paint. Really brings out the menace in your eyes.”

You blink. “You’re… flirting?”

Jake shrugs. “Maybe.”

“Oh my god,” you breathe, horrified. “Do you like me?”

He grins. “Took you long enough.”

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The next week.

You’ve stopped calling him your nemesis.

Well. Out loud.

Now your insults sound more like… flirting. At least, that’s what your friends say.

You still glare at him, but it’s less homicidal and more “I hope you trip into my arms.”

Jake has started saving you a seat in chem. He still acts like an idiot, but now he does it while giving you his extra snack packs and picking leaves out of your hair.

One day, he shows up at your locker with a juice box.

“Peace offering,” he says, holding it out.

You squint at it. “Is it poisoned?”

He snorts. “Strawberry kiwi. Your favorite.”

You hesitate.

He gently presses it into your hand.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, softer. “Fifth grade me was dumb. And nervous. And probably had a crush the size of Jupiter.”

You look down at the juice box. Your fingers brush his again. This time, you don’t pull away.

“…Okay,” you murmur. “Apology accepted. Under one condition.”

“Name it.”

“You drink one with me.”

You each take a dramatic sip.

Jake grins. “Truce?”

You shake your head.

He looks confused.

“Upgrade,” you whisper. “From nemesis to… maybe something else.”

Jake looks like you just handed him the moon.

“Deal,” he says.

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Fast-forward: Spring Fling Dance

Jake is wearing a tie that doesn’t match, and you’re wearing a dress that definitely does. You didn’t plan to go together. Technically.

But your friends ditched you to take pictures, and somehow, Jake shows up beside you, sipping juice from a thermos.

“Too cool for punch?” you tease.

He nudges you with his elbow. “Too traumatized. Juice gang for life.”

You laugh. “We’re so dumb.”

“Maybe. But at least we’re dumb together.”

Then, nervously: “Can I have this dance, Juicebox?”

You mock-groan. “I swear, if you call me that at our wedding—”

Jake blinks. “Wedding?”

You turn red. “Hypothetical! Future! Very distant!”

He’s beaming. “So you’re saying there’s a future.”

You whack his arm, but your hand stays there a second too long.

“Shut up and dance with me.”

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[one-time-i-dreamt]

There was Good Omens branded Grape Flavored Milk in my neighbor's fridge. I didn't drink any because it was past the sell by date.

[luvelve]

˚ · . lucky strike - c. seungcheol

summary: your first time giving head to anybody and lucky for you, that anybody happens to be your boyfriend seungcheol. you’re kinda nervous because unlike you, this isn’t his first time.

pairing: bf!seungcheol x afab!reader

genre: smut (18+ minors dni!)

wc: 2.9k+ (got carried away again :<)

warnings/tags: making out, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, lots of praise, softdom-ish!cheol, shy & inexperienced reader, bigdick!seungcheol, mentions of food & alcohol, seungcheol & reader are a bit tipsy, use of petnames (baby, angel, pretty), throatfucking, gagging, crying, finger sucking, cum eating

a/n: this is tiktok’s fault for always showing me “he’s the type to talk u through it” type of men. and to me, that sounded like none other than choi seungcheol !! so here we are. forgive me for any warnings i may have missed :< as always, likes/reblogs/feedback are highly highly appreciated ok bye <3

it’s been bugging you for weeks now. it first crossed your mind when you and seungcheol were driving home from a night out with close friends and it just dawned on you how you and seungcheol haven’t done anything yet. well, aside from making out.

seungcheol had told you from the beginning of your relationship that he wanted to take it slow with you. he didn’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. he also told you that things would fall into place eventually and that there was no need to rush. you loved that about him.

but, being the massive over-thinker that you are, you also can’t help but compare yourself to your other girlfriends who have been in longer relationships and what they have possibly already done with their boyfriends.

you feel like you’re ready to do more with seungcheol and that you’re not just pressured by the people around you. you so badly want to bring this up to him but every time you try, you end up steering away from the topic.

the wall clock reads twenty minutes past nine; it’s a friday night and you and seungcheol are in his apartment already in your pyjamas when you should be dressed for a fancy dinner, stuffing yourself with pasta and wine somewhere in hongdae.

it’s been snowing nonstop these past few days and even on the one day that you and your boyfriend reserve every week to go on a dinner date, whether it be at the fanciest restaurant seungcheol can get a reservation at or the mcdonald’s just a few blocks down from his apartment, mother nature just won’t let up.

the two of you were left with no choice but to cook the ramyeon in seungcheol’s pantry. you also thought it’d be a good idea to bust out the remaining bottles of peach and grape flavored soju that had been left over from your camping trip over a month ago.

that was all over an hour ago, soup bowls and chopsticks long forgotten on the table, soju bottles empty, with some random sitcom playing on netflix in the background. you now find yourself on the couch straddling seungcheol’s lap, with your lips heavy on his. both of his hands resting on your waist, just above the band of your his boxer shorts.

breathy moans erupt from the base of his throat and it makes you dizzy. his plump cherry lips find your ear, your jaw, and your favorite spot: your neck.

"baby..." he whispers in between kisses, his hot breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine. all you can do is look at him with heavy-lidded eyes and continue kissing him, but this time sloppier and more desperate. seungcheol notices this and matches his pace with your own, your tongues fighting for dominance.

you don't know if its just you or the alcohol that's in your system, but you know that you want to do more than just kiss seungcheol tonight. plus the fact that you can practically feel his bulge growing under you isn’t helping either.

"nng.." you groan, breaking away from his lips momentarily and resting your forehead on his. your jaw falls slightly open, trying to find the right words to say and immediately, there's worry and confusion painted on seungcheol's face.

"baby, what's wrong?" he says in a hushed manner, his right comes up to your cheek.

“angel, did i do something? hey, you can tell me. hmm?” he adds, not breaking eye contact with you. he carefully fixes his position on the couch, not wanting to bother you.

“i… i-uhh…” you cut yourself off, you’re not nervous but you do want to be careful of how you say it. seungcheol looks at you with his big wet baby cow eyes, silently telling you that you can tell him anything.

“okay… so i couldn’t be more grateful for you wanting to take things slow with the both of us. i mean, really. a-and while i love love being with you like this.. like this close to you…” you trail off, hoping he understands or at least has a bit of an idea of where this is going. you kinda hate how he’s not breaking eye contact, you can practically feel his gaze burning holes into your skin.

“mhmm…” he hums in agreement, biting down on his lower lip as he tries to suppress a smile. he does know where this conversation is going but he wants to hear it from you. his hand falls to the small of your back and he caresses gently, you can feel the callouses of his hands through the thin fabric of your sleeping shirt.

“i feel like i’m ready to… you know… do more with you.” you add, feeling your cheeks and ears heat up. you slouch so you can hide in the crook of seungcheol’s neck but he stops you from doing so. “hey hey, i wanna see your face.”

“so is that what my pretty girl really wants, hmm?" he exhales, the sweet look on his face now wiped away. he sits a bit upright, looking at you with dark eyes. you've never seen him this enamored by you, almost like he's hypnotized, and you haven't even done anything yet.

you only give him a slight nod, your breathing getting heavier, feeling like your heart's about to jump out your chest. again, you don't know what's gotten into you but downing soju in such little time definitely fuels what you're about to do next.

you move your hands from seungcheol's chest and onto his shoulders for stability as you rock your hips back and forth. you start slow and then pick up the pace when you see him lean back onto the couch and close his eyes for a few seconds with his jaw slightly open. you can feel his length get harder each passing second and it sends a pool down your panties.

you lean in to kiss him on the spot near his ears and on his neck and this sends shockwaves through his entire body. he feels like his dick is about to explode and all he wants to do right now is pick you up and lay you onto your stomach so he can have his way with you. but, for now he wants to savor this moment with you.

“mmh, just like that, angel.” he says softly, draping one arm over the couch and the other still holding on to your hips to help keep you stable. his words make you feel good, reassuring you that you’re doing something right despite never having done this before.

your right hand then leaves his shoulder and reaches down to massage the growing bulge under his sweatpants. you look down at him with hooded eyes, hand palming over his cock that’s dying to be sprung free.

“baby, can i put it in my mouth?” you ask. seungcheol’s turned on but also completely thrown off because if anything, he wanted to taste you first. aside from wanting to throw you around and bully his length into you, he’s always dreamt of being in between your thighs and tasting your sweet juices all while you tug at his hair as his name rolls of your tongue.

"i-uhh, baby are you sure you wanna do this? he replies, pushing his own fantasies aside first because he only wants to do more with you only if you're sure you want to. "yeah, i know i wanna do this. i've thought about it for quite some time now." you clarify. and that’s enough for seungcheol.

“okay, angel. i just wanted to hear it from you again." he claims, eyes fixated on yours. he quickly catches your lips for a deep kiss, you can feel the want that radiates off of him. he then interrupts, "although i was hoping that i'd be the first to... go down on you."

while his offer does sound nice and tempting, the thought of you being naked for the first time in front of seungcheol does intimidate you a little bit. not to mention that he's your first boyfriend. you think that it'll help ease your nerves and make you more comfortable if he goes first. a win-win situation, you tell yourself.

"well, i really like how that sounds... but i'm just super a little shy to.. y'know. be naked and all." you admit, struggling to maintain eye contact with him. seungcheol doesn't know whether to be mad, disappointed, or annoyed at himself because you feel this way. he thinks that he may have failed at being your boyfriend because you don't feel entirely comfortable around him. you immediately notice the shift in his face and quickly say something, "and it has nothing to do with you, i promise! it's just... i-i've never done this before." you run your thumb over the pout that's slowly forming on his lips.

you further explain the win-win situation that you came up with and seungcheol quickly processes your words and doesn't feel too bad about it anymore.

"so... will you let me?" you add, referring to your question earlier. he doesn't even have to think about it, and immediately agrees. "baby, i'd be stupid to not say yes."

"i'm gonna need a little bit of help though..." you whisper, looking at him with dark eyes and once again reaching down to continue palming his clothed cock as if nothing happened. "don't worry angel, i got you. we can go slow, yeah?" his voice breathy, and at this point he's already putty in your hands.

you're quick to get off seungcheol's lap and get on your knees in front of him. you're feeling nervous but also excited at the same time and so you reach for the band of his sweatpants to pull them down. he sees this and helps you, his hands hovering over yours as you do so.

despite this being your first time, there's still desperation in your actions. the way your dainty little fingers grab hold of his sweatpants and the way you look at seungcheol. as you pull his sweatpants down, you fail to muffle a gasp. fuck, he's bigger and thicker than you imagined. you already know that it's going to be a struggle holding him and putting him in your mouth. you feel your panties getting soaked at the sight of his throbbing cock in front of you.

seungcheol sits and watches you eagerly, his thick thighs spread out for you and his length already coated with precum. you sit on your heels, still admiring how heavy his cock is. "something wrong, baby?" he furrows his eyebrows, his eyes locked on yours. you don't know how else to put it so you tell him straight, "nothing, you're just... big."

he grins and even laughs a little, "i know you can take it." and so you do, you take the base of his cock into your hand and attach your lips onto his tip. you lower your head to get more of him into your mouth but you struggle to do so. you’re not entirely sure that what you’re doing is correct but you continue your actions. you come back up to swirl your tongue around his tip and seungcheol closes his eyes, "mmh, fuck. just like that, angel. slowly." he's so turned on by the sight in front of him that he can't even bring himself to close his eyes for too long.

he leans forward to gather your hair to one side and to press a quick kiss to your lips, practically tasting himself. you don't stop pumping his cock and so he moans into the kiss, feeling the vibrations erupt from his throat. he leans back onto the couch, and your mouth is wrapped around him again. your hand is settled at the base of his cock, stimulating him as much as you can while you cover his tip in spit. "use both hands, baby." he suggests, and so you do.

seungcheol watches as your hands and mouth move up and down in harmony and it's taking everything in him not to cum right now with your mouth so pretty around his throbbing cock. you take more of him into your mouth and your eyes are welling up trying to do so. his tip hits the base of your throat and he feels it when you gag. he expects you to stop but instead you keep him there for a few seconds until you have to gasp for air and you feel his body shudder at your actions. "angel, you're sure this is your first time?" he asks, gathering just enough breath.

"mhmm.." you swallow, looking up at him with sweet and not so innocent eyes, shooting him a shy smile. you're hit with a wave of confidence by seungcheol's words. he quickly lifts his left hand to push his thumb into your mouth, wanting to feel your tongue. he feels selfish, as if you sucking him off isn't already enough, but he just has to. you follow him by sucking on his finger without hesitation, doing the same things that you were doing to his cock a few moments ago. "fuuck, you're so pretty like this." he thanks his lucky stars because he has absolutely no idea what he's done to deserve you and what you’re doing to him right now.

your mouth returns to his cock, where your hands are still stroking him up and down. you make it your mission to make him cum tonight, wanting to see him all breathy and speechless. your hands and mouth increase their speed, and so does seungcheol's breaths. you can tell he’s close because his chest is rising and falling faster and you’re pretty sure the neighbors can hear the lewd noises spilling from his mouth. you wrap your mouth around him again and again, your head bobbing up and down while you look at him through your long lashes, slowing down your pace for a few seconds to tease him just a bit. where the hell did she learn to do that? he thinks to himself.

all seungcheol wants to do now is pick you up and throw you onto the couch so he can return the favor, but he wants to give this to you. he wants you to finish what you started, because he knows it’ll make you feel good. “taking me so well, baby. doing so good f’me.” the praises rolling off his tongue as he runs one hand through his hair.

seungcheol can feel himself getting closer and closer to his high and so your hands work double time twisting his cock. you spit on his tip and sink your head down, his cock bottoming in your throat again. as you come back up for air, he quickly bucks his hips up to chase the feeling as he’s on the brink of his orgasm. you can’t help but let out a small choke with tears falling from your eyes. “-m sorry, angel. couldn’t help it.” he quicky apologizes. “s’okay…” you reply with a sweet smile.

“hmm fuck, i’m gonna cum. you ready for me, angel?” he trails off, taking control as he strokes himself and his length just inches from your face. you watch him as his big hand goes up and down his cock at an erratic pace. you lift your hands up to rest them on his knees but seungcheol has other plans in mind. “uh-uh, hands on your sides.” he says firmly, and you comply. he wishes he could take a picture of you right now, obeying him and being his good girl.

“open your mouth.” seungcheol adds, his demeanor now completely different but you love that he has two different sides to him when it’s just the two of you behind closed doors. your jaw quickly falls into an ‘o’ and soon after, seungcheol reaches his high. he feels his orgasm throughout his entire body, fireworks shooting down all the way to his ankles. his vision goes white and his body writhes in pleasure. white ribbons of his cum shoot out from his tip and onto your face and in your mouth. you feel the warm liquid on your tongue and you don’t know whether to spit or swallow.

you close your mouth just enough that your lips don’t touch, the salty liquid resting on your tongue. you wait for seungcheol to come down from his high, his breathing getting slower as his hand moves from his cock and onto his thigh. your chest swells with pride because you couldn’t believe what you just did to him. your eyes are focused on him as he leans forward, “you can spit or swallow baby, it’s up to you.” he says, and you feel his breath fan over your face as he brings his hand up and uses the pad of his thumb to wipe off the cum that’s on your cheek and just below your lip.

you finally close your mouth and swallow his salty release, completely tasting him. he watches as your adam’s apple bobs up and down as you do so. “good girl.” he comments, ultimately sending butterflies to your stomach. seungcheol then wastes no time to connect his lips with yours, tasting a little bit of himself. this time around, you’re the one moaning into the kiss and biting his lower lip. he deepens the kiss, holding your cheek to get better access. it’s not rushed though, it’s one that says ‘thank you’ for giving me the best head of my life.

he pulls away and you feel his arms at your sides, pulling you up. he slots you between his thighs, your knees sinking down onto the couch and he looks up at you. “your turn?”

© luvelve — please avoid copying, reposting, revising and/or translating my work on any platform.

[the-lavender-clown]

Knuckles Wachowski headcanons because I love him and why not

Knuckles will eat just about anything considering how long he spent on the move throughout the galaxy and the times he spent in gladiator rings

His favorite foods are grapes, just about any other fresh fruit, cool ranch doritos (the superior dorito flavor fr), trail mix, and just about anything Maddie makes

Boy can put away so much food every all you can eat restaurant sobs when they see him coming. He takes Olive Garden’s never ending pasta as a challenge. They’d ban him but GUN won’t let them because of an agreement Walter’s had with the family 😔

He sleeps with a ridiculous amount of pillows and blankets that he gathered throughout the house because it makes him feel safe, like he’s in a burrow underground. He also loves forts because of this

He sleeps best with his little brothers piled on top of him so he’s aware of their presence at all times through the night, he will settle for having them easily in sight and listening to their breathing however

Knuckles has chronic pain from scars and past injuries that didn’t heal right and you can fight me on that. His bones and scars ache with low pressure when it rains and he hates the winter because of a similar reason. He’s dealt with it for so long that the pain hardly registers to him and his pain tolerance is through the roof. Someone please get him a chiropractor

Let me know if you wanna hear more >:3

[pucksandpower]

Grid Kids: y/n pregnency!!

Grid Kids: Bun in the Oven

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: moments with the grid kids during your pregnancy

Series Masterlist

Kicking Up a Storm

“Did the little one just ...” Charles’ eyes widen as he pulls back his hand abruptly from where it had been resting on your stomach.

Lando, lounging on the other side of the room with a video game controller in hand, smirks, “Did what? Tried to escape? Can’t blame it, considering the rest of its siblings."

You swat playfully at Lando as Max and George, engrossed in assembling a nursery chair, look up in anticipation. “Come on, let us feel!” Max pleads, abandoning the chair pieces on the floor.

As everyone gathers around, taking turns to gently place their hands on your baby bump, you feel a flutter, a gentle kick responding to their touch. The room fills with gasps of wonder and joy.

“Feels like a future driver if you ask me,” George grins, looking at Sebastian, who chuckles, already imagining another Vettel on the tracks.

Lance, feeling a tad left out, decides to jump in. “Can it hear us? Hello in there, it’s your brother Lance! Remember to pick me as the fun brother, okay?”

Mick, who has been reading every pregnancy book he could get his hands on, chimes in, “You do realize the baby can’t differentiate voices yet, right?”

Lance waves him off, “Details, details.”

Cravings Are No Joke

“Pickles and chocolate? Seriously?” Max raises an eyebrow, holding up the two seemingly mismatched items as he stands in the middle of a grocery store aisle.

Lance, pushing the cart, shrugs. “Don’t question the cravings, just go with it.”

Charles, scrolling through the list on his phone, adds, “Oh and don’t forget the spicy ramen, blueberry pie, and ... pineapple pizza?”

George groans, “Pineapple pizza? Come on! Anything but that. I’m not even Italian and I’m still offended.”

Lando, with an impish grin, quips, “Remember when she wanted the mango gelato at 3 am? That was a fun drive.”

Mick chuckles, “Or the time we went to five different bakeries just to find that particular lemon cake she couldn’t live without.”

Lance pauses, looking thoughtful, “And wasn’t there a phase where she only wanted foods that were purple?”

George nods, “Yep, aubergines, purple potatoes, grapes ... I still can’t look at a plum without laughing.”

As the grid kids continue shopping, picking out items based on the rather diverse list you gave them, they share more anecdotes of the past months. The store’s other patrons watch in amusement as the young men navigate the aisles, often debating the merits of various brands or flavors, all to ensure they get it just right for you.

Later, back home, your grid kids proudly present their haul. You and Sebastian look on with affection as they lay out the eclectic mix of food.

“Did you guys get everything?” You ask, trying to hide your laughter.

Max feigns offense at being questioned, “Of course, we’re professionals.”

Sebastian leans in to whisper in your ear, “I’m just glad they didn’t try cooking this time. Remember the schnitzel incident?”

You giggle, recalling the disastrous attempt. “Of course I do. I was cleaning flour off the cabinets and ceiling for weeks. But hey, it’s the thought that counts.”

It’s a …

The preparations for your gender reveal are in full swing at the local park and your grid kids are at the heart of it. They’ve split into two factions: Team Girl, led by Charles and Lance, and Team Boy, spearheaded by Max and Lando.

Charles and Lance have laid out a series of pink challenges, including a three-legged race where participants wear pink tutus. “It’s going to be a girl, no doubt about it!” Lance proclaims confidently.

Max and Lando, on the other hand, have a blue-themed obstacle course, complete with a mini kart race. Lando, wearing a blue bandana, shouts over the ruckus, “I have no idea what you’re talking about because it’s definitely a boy.”

George has taken on the role of referee. Dressed in a striped shirt, whistle in hand, he’s ensuring that the competition remains friendly. “Remember, it’s all in good fun!” he reminds everyone, though his “Team Girl” badge suggests where his loyalties lie.

Mick, though undecided, has tie-dye patches of both blue and pink on his shirt. “I just want a healthy sibling for all of us,” he says with a gentle smile, standing back and enjoying the antics.

Sebastian, watching the chaos unfold, leans over and whispers in your ear, “Did we really think letting them plan this was a good idea?”

You laugh, “It’s a bit crazy but look at them. They’re having the time of their lives!”

The moment everyone’s been waiting for finally arrives. At the center of the park, a large, sealed box waits. As you and Sebastian approach, the grid kids form a circle around it, their playful banter coming to a halt.

With a shared look of excitement, you both pull on the ribbon. The box flaps open, releasing a cloud of ... green smoke?

The park erupts in a mixture of laughter and confusion.

Max looks baffled, “Green?”

Charles chuckles, “Guess neither team wins today!”

Lando, trying to waft away the smoke, jokes, “Alien? Oh my god, you’re having an alien!”

Mick wraps an arm around you, “Like I said, as long as it’s healthy.”

You smile, nestling into Sebastian’s side, “We thought we’d keep everyone guessing for a little longer.”

False Alarm

“Sebastian! The baby! I think it’s happening!” You exclaim, feeling a sudden tightening in your abdomen.

Sebastian, who was in the middle of mediating a lively debate with Max and Charles over who will be the baby’s favorite brother, nearly trips over the rug in his rush to get to you. “Okay, okay, okay. Deep breaths, in and out.”

Lance, eyes wide as saucers, frantically begins googling “how to deliver a baby” on his phone while George starts making a list of things needed for the hospital. “Towels! We need towels, right?”

Lando is somewhere on another planet, muttering to himself, “This isn’t happening. I am not ready to see a baby being born. Nope, nope, nope.”

Mick tries to restore some order. “Calm down everyone. Y/N, are you sure it’s really labor?"

Before you can respond, Charles bursts through the door, holding a bucket of ice. “I read somewhere you might need ice. Here!”

You laugh through the discomfort, appreciating the chaos ensuing because of your grid kids’ concern. "Actually guys, I think it’s just Braxton Hicks. False alarm.”

A collective sigh of relief sweeps the room. Sebastian, still slightly pale, pulls you into a hug, “You sure know how to keep things exciting.”

Lance looks up from his phone, “What’s Braxton Hicks?”

“It’s like a rehearsal for the real thing,” George explains, folding up his hastily made list.

Max, trying to regain his cool, smirks, “Well, if that was a rehearsal, the main event is going to be epic.”

You chuckle, patting your belly, “Guess the little one just wanted to see how quickly you all could jump into action.”

Putting the “Student” in “Student Drivers”

As you and Sebastian sit on the couch, going over your prenatal class schedule, a curious George peeks over. “What’s that? Are those the birthing classes?”

You nod, “Yep! We’re starting next week. It’ll help us prepare for the big day.”

Suddenly, Charles pops up beside George, eyes widening in interest. “Can we come?”

“That sounds cool! I’ve always wondered what those classes are like.” Lando chimes in from where he’s keeping an ear out in the kitchen.

Sebastian looks a bit overwhelmed, “I thought it was just going to be the two of us.”

Lance joins the group, scrolling through a magazine article about celebrity dads attending birthing classes. “Look at this! It’s a thing now. We could all go and support you both.”

Max adds, “Besides, we’re family. We’ve been there through everything else. Why not this?”

“Do they even allow so many people to join?” Mick ponders.

You can’t help but laugh at the eager faces in front of you. “I never thought I’d have to bring an entourage to a birthing class.”

Sebastian rubs his temples. “Okay, how about this? We’ll ask the instructor if it’s okay. If they allow it, you guys can join on one condition.”

Lando bounces on his toes, “What’s that?”

“No teasing or making jokes during the class. We’re there to learn and be supportive.”

Charles nudges Max, “That’s mainly directed at you.”

Max fakes innocence. “Me? I would never!”

You shake your head, “Alright, I’ll call tomorrow and see if our little ... or rather large group can attend.”

Your grid kids cheer, excited about the new adventure. As they scatter, already planning and discussing among themselves, Sebastian leans over to whisper in your ear, “This baby is already turning our world upside down and they’re not even here yet.”

You smile and squeeze his hand, “With this family, every moment is an adventure.”

***

The birthing center’s usual tranquil ambiance is slightly offset by the excited chatter of the grid kids as you all enter. The instructor, a calm and composed woman named Clara, raises an eyebrow at the large group but doesn’t comment. After all, it’s not every day that half of the Formula 1 grid walks into her class.

The session starts with everyone introducing themselves. Most couples share sweet stories of their relationship journey. When it's your turn, Sebastian starts, “I’m Sebastian, this is my wife, Y/N,” he pauses, motioning to the group, “and these are ... our sons.”

The room erupts in chuckles. One of the expectant mothers quips, “That’s a lot of kids! You two have been busy!”

Clara moves on with the class, demonstrating breathing techniques. Everyone’s earnest attempt to follow along results in a mix of deep breathing, snorts, and a few stifled laughs. At one point, Max, struggling to get the rhythm right, looks over at Lando and mutters, “I feel like I’m preparing to go underwater.”

When it comes time for practicing labor positions, the grid kids enthusiastically volunteer. George and Charles end up demonstrating a position, with George playing the supporting partner and Charles the laboring mom-to-be. The sight of Charles leaning into George, pretending to be in labor, has the room laughing, especially when Charles exaggerates with dramatic moans.

Lance and Mick take a turn next and when Lance offers words of encouragement to “pregnant” Mick, saying, “You’re doing great, sweetie,” you almost fall off your chair laughing.

Towards the end of the class, Clara demonstrates the use of a birthing ball. Lando decides to take a leap onto one only to bounce off, crashing into Max and sending both of them tumbling to the ground. The room is in stitches.

Despite their hilarious antics, your grid kids genuinely try to grasp the concepts, asking thoughtful questions and engaging in the exercises.

As the class wraps up, Clara approaches you with a smile. “I must say, this has been the most ... lively class I’ve ever taught.”

You grin, “That’s one way to put it.”

She chuckles, “But it’s clear they all care deeply for you and want to support you both in any way they can.”

Sebastian nods, wrapping an arm around you, “We’re very lucky to have them.”

For Real This Time

Lando and Charles are in the middle of a heated argument over the best way to make a sandwich (complete with props and charts) when you suddenly feel a warm sensation. Looking down, your eyes widen. “Uh, guys?”

“What is it?” Sebastian jumps up right away.

You swallow, “I think my water just broke.”

For a moment, there’s stunned silence. Then … mayhem.

Max yells, “To the car! Now!” while Lance scrambles to grab the pre-packed hospital bag.

George accidentally knocks over a vase in his attempt to find your phone. “Sorry! We can clean that up later, right?”

Mick tries to maintain calm, “Everyone, deep breaths, remember the class?”

Lando, eyes wide, mutters, “This is nothing like the class.”

Upon arriving at the hospital, the reception area becomes a scene of organized chaos. As Sebastian wheels you in, the grid kids follow in a flustered procession.

A nurse at the reception desk blinks in surprise. “Is there a convention in town?”

Mick, panting slightly, replies, “No, just family.”

Lando adds, “The biggest family you’ve ever seen.”

Another nurse, recognizing some of the faces, chuckles, “Formula 1 drivers in the maternity ward? Now I’ve seen everything.”

Inside, as the medical team preps you, the grid kids stand outside, pacing and nervously waiting. They take turns peeking through the small window, offering waves and thumbs-up.

Sebastian holds your hand and doesn’t complain once as you grab back hard enough to break every bone in it, “You know, I’ve faced pressure on the track but this ... this is on another level.”

You chuckle, squeezing his hand, “Just remember, I’m doing the hard part.”

Soon enough, after what feels like both a minute and a lifetime, the beautiful cry of your newborn fills the room. Your grid kids, hearing the sound, cheer loudly, causing several nurses to hush them.

Charles, tears in his eyes, says, “We’re big brothers now. Like, for real.”

“Wait,” Lando interjects, “aren’t you already a big brother?”

“Shush mate, let me have this moment.”

Max rolls his eyes but smiles, “Welcome to the family, little one. We’re a bit crazy but we already love you so much.”