#just chef's kiss 🤌✨

[extremelybabygirl]

you might be angry with me, but I don't believe that you hate me.

saint knows shin too well. he sees right through him. shin can't hate him even if he tries. he WANTS to hate him but deep down he doesn't.

he HATES that he LOVES him.

[mochizuke-creates]

Don’t mind me. Just wanted to draw the current fit that I am serving puppet cunt in. 😌💅✨

[itsyourdogpepito]

Ghost princess 👻💗

[afterlife-2004]

the first drawing of your oc VS your latest.

[brutermonger]

It's El WooWoo Wednesday my dudes on this V-day 🐺💖✝️

A gorgeous WW art by WILXOR

[suliigwp]

BUON FUCKING GIORNO

You said you wanted to hear from me again??? Well here I am!! 1: LOVE your Mirrored hearts series it’s 😗🤌🏾😘💋MWAH chef kiss. 2: I’ve had in idea for a SMAU with Kimi Antonelli x best friend!reader… like reader is studying engineering and her dream is to get in Ferrari but Kimi is trying to get her to shift from Ferrari to Mercedes to have her close,(and because of his repressed feelings). Lest throw in Mercedes socials admin being a menace, reader kinda crashing out on her finsta bc she thinks that Kimi doesn’t like her back and in the end best friends to lovers bc why not. Do you see the vision??? Feel free to ad your ✨touch✨ to it. I’ll let you cook…

XoXo from Italy,

-🐢 anon

Engineered to love

Kimi Antonelli x Engineer!Reader | SMAU + Written | angst + fluff

SULI: hiiiiii 🐢anon! Oh it is so lovely to hear from you! Thank you for your kind words🫶 hope you enjoy this and thank you for requesting🫶 and yes, I'll wait to hear from you again tehe— I did have to add written part because I just Have to make it angsty — sorry this took this long😭

SUMMERY: Kimis ways of trying to get his best friend to join Mercedes puts a crack in their friendship

Warnings: none

yourusername

📍Maranello, Italy

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yourusername got the call. I’m going to Ferrari.

I look grumpy in this because they dragged me away from the data screens mid-run and handed me snacks like that was supposed to help.

I was seven. I already knew what I wanted.

thank you to every version of me that kept going.

(and yes, I still snack like this before debriefs.)

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kimi.antonelli: you’re not even in the factory yet and already giving ted talk captions huh

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->yourusername: let me have my moment you bitter future world champion

mercedesamgf1: still time to change your mind 🤍

->yourusername: this feels like emotional tampering

f1paddocktalk: not the data prodigy origin story 😭😭

->yourusername: born to overanalyze throttle maps

kimi.antonelli: you were annoying even then

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->yourusername: and you’ve never known peace

...

yourusername

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yourusername 12-year-old me would be crying.

Got to spend the week at the Ferrari Innovation Campus in Maranello — got my hands on real aero data, shadowed the team on a test day, and cried twice in a supply closet. No shame. This is the dream. This is my dream.

I know it’s just a visit. But some places feel like home even when you’re just passing through.

comments:

kimi.antonelli: you cried twice?? and didn’t text me?? ♥️ Liked by Author

->yourusername: you would’ve made fun of me and I was emotionally vulnerable

->kimi.antonelli: I would’ve said “come to Mercedes” and then driven to get you gelato

->yourusername: See. Exactly.

mercedesamgf1: Okay but. Like. What if we gave you access to our wind tunnel too. For... reasons. 👀

charles_leclerc: it was amazing meeting you❤️ I felt like the dumbest person in a good way🤣

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->yourusername: charlie🫶

ferrarif1: Real recognize real. You’re always welcome, ragazza rossa ❤️ ♥️ Liked by Author

->kimi.antonelli: delete this please

f1gossipqueen: is it just me or is @/kimi.antonelli fighting a silent war in this comment section

->yourusername: 😐

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mercedesamgf1

Liked by georgerussell63, kimi.antonelli, susiewolff and 1.4M others.

mercedesamgf1: Kimis favorites around the paddock🩶 Working with our data girl🩶

Even if she refuses to wear silver. 🙄

comments:

kimi.antonelli: remove slide 4 before she kills me

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->yourusername: I am going to kill you

->kimi.antonelli: worth it

yourusername: “DATA GIRL.” do you even respect me as an academic

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->mercedesamgf1: actually we’re printing that on mugs 😇

ferrarif1: shouldn’t she be in Maranello right now? 🧍‍♂️

->kimi.antonelli: she’s exactly where I want her to be

f1teaofficial: PLS the comments are giving “pining Italian boy who doesn’t know how to say I love you”

->yourusername: I AM RIGHT HERE

->mercedesamgf1: and yet not in silver 😔

...

It was almost one in the morning when you finally stepped outside the simulator building, exhausted and overstimulated and still buzzing with the kind of clarity that only came with too much data and too little sleep. The air was sharp, biting, the chill wrapping around your arms like a warning. You sat on the edge of the stone bench outside, staring at the quiet Mercedes campus, his jacket in your lap but not on your shoulders.

Kimi was already out there, elbows on his knees, fingers locked together. He hadn't said a word when you sat down.

You didn’t either. Not at first.

And then—

"You looked good at the Innovation Center," he said suddenly, voice rough from silence.

You blinked. "Is that a compliment or the start of a complaint?"

"I don’t know," he muttered. "Both, maybe."

He finally turned his head toward you, eyes scanning your face like he was trying to memorize something he already knew too well. "You looked like you belonged there. I hated it."

You laughed, a dry little sound, burying the ache it caused. "You're gonna have to be a little more specific, Antonelli."

He leaned back, stared up at the sky like it might help him find the words he couldn’t say directly to your face. "I want you to come to Mercedes."

You let the words hang. You’d known this was coming. Still, it made something twist in your chest.

"No shit," you said lightly, but your voice cracked right at the end.

"I’m serious."

"So am I."

He looked at you this time, really looked — like he was hoping you'd already said yes and he just hadn’t heard it yet.

You exhaled. "Kimi… I’ve worked for this my whole life. Ferrari has always been the dream. Every class, every project, every scholarship I wrote about them. I grew up with posters of the SF70H above my bed. I applied to Maranello before I even finished my thesis. It’s not just some internship, it’s—"

"—your oxygen," he finished quietly. "I know."

You nodded. "And now you’re asking me to give it up?"

"I’m not asking," he said, voice low. "I’m just… hoping."

You went still. The bench felt colder beneath you.

He kept going. "I want you here. Where I can see you. Where you don’t fade into someone else's legacy. You could build your own here. You should.

"And you think I can’t do that at Ferrari?" you challenged, eyes sharp.

"I think they'll let you in, yeah. I think they'll love having you around. I also think they’ll keep you in a box and smile while they do it. And I think… I think you won’t even notice, because you’ve wanted it too long to question it now."

Silence stretched. The wind blew your hair into your face. You didn’t move.

"That’s not fair," you said finally, almost a whisper. "You don’t get to weaponize the fact that you know me like that."

"I'm not trying to weaponize anything," Kimi said, quiet but firm. "I’m just telling you how I see it. And maybe…" He swallowed, looked down at his hands. "Maybe I want you close because I don’t trust myself not to fall apart if you go."

You froze.

There it was. Not dressed up. Not disguised as concern. Not even veiled in professionalism. Just raw, stupid honesty in the middle of a cold night.

You looked away, blinking fast. "So this is about you?"

"No," he said, and this time his voice broke a little. "It’s about us. If that still exists."

Your throat felt tight. "Don’t say that unless you mean it."

He didn’t look away.

"I mean it," he said. "I just don’t know what I’m allowed to want anymore."

You stood up too fast. The jacket fell to the ground.

Kimi didn’t move.

You stared at him like you were trying to convince yourself he was still the boy you grew up with. The one who used to cheer from the karting fences. The one who used to fix your helmet strap like it was sacred. The one who never once made you question what side he was on.

Now?

He felt like the very thing pulling you off-track.

“You’ve been waiting for me to break,” you said, voice trembling despite everything in you willing it not to. “Every time I talk about Ferrari, you get quiet. You make comments. You guilt me.”

“I never—” he started.

“No. Don’t lie,” you cut him off, sharp. “You don’t say it directly because that would make you the bad guy. But you drop hints. You say things like ‘Mercedes would treat you better’ and ‘you shouldn’t be someone else’s legacy.’ Like it’s concern. But it’s not. It’s control.”

He flinched.

You didn’t care.

“You don’t actually believe in me,” you continued. “You believe in me if I choose you. If I orbit your world. But the second I try to build something that doesn’t include you, suddenly it’s wrong. Suddenly I’m throwing everything away.”

Kimi stepped toward you, voice low and tight. “You really think I don’t believe in you?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

“You think I’ve spent the last ten years fighting for you, dragging you into every room you deserved to be in, defending you to people who didn’t even see you—just so I could control you?”

“Then what is this?” you snapped. “What is this choice you’re making me make?”

“I’m not making you do anything—”

“You’re making me feel like I’m betraying you by chasing the dream I had before you ever came into the picture!”

That shut him up.

And it made something in your chest break.

You lowered your voice, finally—like your anger had burned through and left nothing but ash behind.

“I loved Ferrari before I even knew your name. And now I can’t even think about taking the internship without wondering if I’m about to lose you.”

Kimi looked at you. Really looked.

“I didn’t mean to do that to you,” he said quietly.

“But you did,” you replied. “And I don’t know if I can forgive you for it.”

He took one step closer. "So that’s it?"

You shrugged. "I don’t know. Is it?"

He stared at you.

You had spent years imagining this moment. The one where you got the call from Ferrari. The one where it all paid off. The one where you'd finally be living the dream you bled for.

You never thought Kimi Antonelli would be the one making it feel like a betrayal.

The silence was suffocating.

And then he said it.

Quiet. Cold. Final.

"Then go."

Like you were some passing thought. Like everything you'd built together—friendship, trust, whatever the hell this almost-love thing was—meant nothing.

Your body locked for a second. Not from shock, but from the sharp heat that flared beneath your skin.

Then you let out a breathless, bitter laugh. “Right,” you muttered. “Of course. That’s what you do, isn’t it? You push people out the second they stop orbiting you.”

Kimi flinched—but didn’t speak.

Didn’t deny it.

Didn’t follow you.

So you stepped back.

You turned on your heel with more force than necessary—your footsteps loud against the concrete, your spine stiff with fury.

And as you walked away, your voice snapped through the air like a whip:

“Don’t worry. You won’t have to see me fade into someone else’s legacy. You won’t see me at all.”

And then you were gone.

You didn’t look back.

Not once.

And Kimi?

He stood there. Silent. Still.

Not brave enough to stop you.

Not strong enough to admit he wanted to.

And he would regret that for a very, very long time.

...

They were twelve.

The heat was brutal. The kind that clung to your neck and made your fireproof suit stick to your skin, sweat pooling in your gloves and boots. You were sitting on the edge of the pit wall, legs swinging, fingers clenched around a half-melted paper cup of water someone shoved in your hands after the last heat.

Your helmet sat beside you on the concrete. Scuffed. Too big. Still humming with the leftover echo of your own breathing.

You stared at the track like it had betrayed you.

Twelfth.

You came twelfth.

Not because the kart wasn’t good enough. Not because you weren’t fast.

Because you locked up on Turn 4—went wide, didn’t recover, and lost everything in three stupid seconds.

You blinked hard. The sting behind your eyes was building fast, like heat rising in an engine. You hated crying. Especially in front of him.

Kimi sat next to you. Quiet. Always quiet, but especially after races. You’d learned by now not to expect much talking from him unless he had something to say. He wasn’t like the other kids, didn’t brag or scream or throw tantrums. He just sat there, knees bent, fingers picking at the Velcro on his gloves.

You were halfway through convincing yourself to go cry in the bathroom when he spoke.

Soft. Like he’d been thinking it for a while.

“You’re gonna change F1 one day.”

Your head whipped toward him. “What?”

He didn’t look at you. Still staring at the track, like he was seeing a version of it you couldn’t yet.

“You’re gonna change everything,” he said again, firmer now.

You scoffed. “I just came twelfth.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

You furrowed your brow. “It does a little.”

He finally turned to you.

“No, it doesn’t. Not really. You made one mistake. That’s not the point.”

You didn’t respond. Just looked at him like he was speaking another language.

Kimi sighed and leaned back on his palms, legs stretched out in front of him.

There was a cut on his elbow and dust on his collar. He looked like a kid who belonged in this world — someone built for it. Born into it.

“You see things the rest of us don’t. That turn? Everyone else just takes it. You overthought it. You were already trying to correct the line before you even locked up. I watched.”

You blinked.

He kept going, voice picking up like he finally had something to say.

“You’re the only one I’ve ever seen go straight from the kart to the telemetry screen without even taking your gloves off. You ask better questions than half the mechanics. You feel things in the setup before the data even shows it.”

You looked down, biting the inside of your cheek.

“You think it’s about winning. And it is, kind of. But it’s more than that. You’re not just fast. You’re smart. And that’s the part no one trains for.”

You swallowed hard. The paper cup in your hands crumpled slightly.

Then came the part you’d remember forever.

He sat forward again, elbows on his knees, and looked at you — straight on.

No jokes. No sarcasm. Just quiet, unshakable belief.

“You’re gonna fix cars better than half the engineers on the grid. You’re gonna read data better than the guys on the pit wall. You’re gonna build things they haven’t even thought of yet. And yeah, you’re gonna piss off a lot of people by doing it better than them.”

He shrugged, like it was obvious.

“You’re gonna change everything. I just know it.”

The air felt too heavy in your lungs.

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t.

You just looked at him — the boy with dirt on his face and grease on his fingers — and something clicked.

For the first time that day, you didn’t feel like crying.

You’re in Maranello.

Ferrari ID badge hanging from your neck. Data sheets in your inbox. Everyone’s shaking your hand, telling you they’ve “heard so much.”

You should feel proud. Triumphant. Fulfilled.

But all you can hear is a twelve-year-old boy’s voice echoing in your head.

“You’re gonna change everything.”

And all you can think is:

He believed in you before you believed in yourself.

And now he won’t even look you in the eye.

...

kimi.antonelli

📍Barcelona, Spain

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kimi.antonelli clean weekend. good vibes. grateful. thanks to everyone who made it feel like home out here 🤍

Comments:

landonorris: and yet I still beat you at padel

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mercedesamgf1: the sunset pic??? ok moodboard king

f1gossipgirl: Not @/yourusername being dead silent?? hello?? 😭

georgerussell63: amazing weekend mate✊

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f1updatesonly: wait has she not liked any of his posts since the Ferrari announcement…

pitlaneprincess: used to be top commenter. this is actually so sad now 💔

georgiaracegirl17: idk if y’all are still besties but she made you feel real in posts like this.

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landonorris

📍Miami

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landonorris good food mid chaos 🧡

Comments.

f1gossipgirl: okay wait where’s @/yourusername???

pitlaneprincess: she hasn’t posted since Kimi’s “clean weekend” post 😭

mercedesamgf1: can neither confirm nor deny our collective heartbreak

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...

PRIVATE GROUP CHAT — “grid therapy (unpaid)”

@/landooooooo: Kimi’s still asking where you are. This is hilarious.

@/dying.in.data:

he told me to go. I went. case closed.

@/notcharleslol: not closed.

you still post about him at 2am in Helvetica italics with blackout captions like we can't tell.

@/teamradiotrauma63: she soft launched heartbreak like it was a firmware update

@/carmen.in.crisis: she hasn’t posted a selfie with eye contact since the argument. I’m scared.

@/gossipgasly: she posted a photo of his helmet on her Pinterest board and captioned it “whatever.”

girl be serious.

@/dying.in.data:

I didn’t think you’d notice that

also shut up

...

…Then Kimi Antonelli finally cracks.

...

@/dying.in.data:

Guys...

There's a note with it

It says "I'm sorry <|3"

@/landooooooo: okay wait that’s actually really soft????

@/notcharleslol: he’s annoying and I still want you to kiss him

@/carmen.in.crisis: this is literally the boy version of “it was always you”

I’m crying at my desk

@/dying.in.data:

I miss him

@/teamradiotrauma63: girl go get your man?!?!

@/dying.in.data:

He's not my man

He doesn't feel that way about me

@/gossipgasly: denial is a river in Egypt

...

It was late.

The paddock was mostly empty. Media had cleared out. The lights overhead buzzed faintly, casting long shadows against the concrete.

You were leaning against the pit wall, arms crossed, jacket zipped up to your chin. You weren’t supposed to be there — you’d finished your analysis hours ago — but your badge still worked, and the silence felt cleaner than whatever mess was still clinging to your chest.

Behind you, soft footsteps approached. Then stopped.

You didn’t have to look to know it was him.

He didn’t speak at first.

Neither did you.

Until—

“You still won’t look at me.”

Your jaw tightened. “And you still think everything deserves to be forgiven just because you finally show up.”

A pause.

Kimi stepped beside you, leaned on the wall without touching you. Just close enough that you could feel the heat of him.

“I don’t want forgiveness,” he said quietly. “I want to stop pretending like we’re strangers.”

You stayed quiet. Let that sit.

“You made me question myself,” you whispered. “You made me feel like chasing my dream meant losing you.”

He didn’t flinch this time. Maybe he’d rehearsed this.

“I never wanted you to give it up,” he said. “I just… I didn’t know how to ask you to stay without sounding selfish.”

“So you chose silence?”

“I chose wrong.”

The words were simple. Honest. You hated how much they cracked something in you.

You turned toward him, finally, and the look on your face stopped him mid-breath.

“I’m still not sorry I went,” you said.

“Good,” he replied. “You shouldn’t be.”

You held each other’s gaze.

Years of friendship. Months of tension. One moment of sharp clarity.

“We don’t fit neatly into each other’s worlds, Kimi,” you said.

“No,” he agreed. “But maybe we can stop trying to fit, and just find a way.”

You looked at him. Not as a teammate. Not as a boy who let you down. But as someone who had always, in some fractured way, loved you—even when he didn’t know how to show it.

You nodded once.

“Okay.”

Not a promise.

Not a fix.

But a beginning.

He smiled, soft and crooked. “Still team red?”

You smiled back. “Still team red.”

Then he pulled the snack you liked from his jacket pocket and handed it to you without a word.

You laughed. Took it.

And for the first time in weeks, it didn’t hurt to be near him.

But you didn’t move away either.

Didn’t look at him.

Not yet.

You stared at the wrapper in your hand. Familiar. Stupid. Intimate.

“I got your box,” you said, voice low.

He looked over, surprised — not because you said it, but because you finally did.

> “Yeah?” he asked. Like it had been sitting heavy in him, too.

You nodded, slowly. Eyes still on the ground.

“I didn’t open it all the way at first,” you admitted. “Just enough to know it’d make me feel worse.”

“That wasn’t the plan,” he said quietly.

“I know.”

You paused.

“But it did anyway. Because it was… you. And it was thoughtful. And I was mad at you. And I didn’t want to be grateful while still being hurt.”

The silence between you stretched again. But this one wasn’t sharp. It was soft. Worn-in. Like grief finally finding somewhere to land.

You finally looked at him.

“So… thank you. For sending it anyway. Even when I didn’t deserve nice things from you.”

Kimi’s mouth twitched — not quite a smile. Not quite a wince either.

“You always deserved them,” he said. “Even when you hated me.”

You blinked once, throat tight.

“I never hated you,” you said. “I just didn’t know how to stop being disappointed.”

He nodded. “I know."

You turned away then, just a little — enough to hide the glassy edge in your eyes. You tucked the wrapper into your jacket pocket like it was something fragile.

“It meant something. The box,” you added, quieter now. “It really meant something.”

“So did the silence after,” he said.

You looked at him again — wide, startled.

He shrugged, like it didn’t destroy him to say it.

Like maybe it already had.

“But… this? This right now?” he said. “It means more.”

This time, you didn’t say anything. Just nodded.

And when you finally walked away, he didn’t follow — but he didn’t feel left behind, either.

...

@/teamradiotrauma63: saw you two talking

What did he say?

Anything 👀👀👀

@/dying.in.data:

Nothing?

We just talked the fight out

@/teamradiotrauma63: tell me you're shitting me

...

@/georgerussell63: I need to have a word with you

@/kimi.antonelli:

???

...

It was quiet in the garage long after the debrief ended. The engineers were gone. The screens dimmed. Just the low hum of lights and the kind of silence that makes people say things they probably shouldn’t.

Kimi was still sitting at the desk, tapping a pen against a telemetry sheet he wasn’t reading.

George leaned against the wall behind him, arms crossed, jaw tight.

“You’re actually unbelievable,” he said suddenly.

Kimi didn’t look up. “Good to see you too.”

George pushed off the wall and came closer. “She’s in the same paddock as you. You get the chance to talk to her every weekend. And you just… don’t?”

Kimi finally glanced up. “It’s complicated.”

George scoffed. “No, it’s not. You like her. She likes you. You both look like kicked puppies around each other. What’s complicated?”

Kimi’s voice was low. “We said things.”

“So say better ones now.” George’s tone was sharper than usual. “You think you’re protecting her by staying silent? You’re not. You’re just making her feel like she was wrong. Like she made it up. Like you didn’t care.”

“I do care,” Kimi muttered.

“Then act like it.”

Kimi went quiet again, fingers tightening around the pen.

George ran a hand through his hair, pacing now. “Look, I’m not trying to be a dick here—actually, no, I am. Because I’m sick of watching this play out like a bad movie.”

Kimi exhaled slowly. “She’s at Ferrari. She’s doing what she always wanted. I didn’t want to get in the way.”

George stepped closer. “You think you’re not already in the way? She’s hurting. She doesn’t say it, but she is. You’re hurting. And instead of doing something, you’re sitting here playing noble idiot.”

Kimi’s jaw clenched. “It wasn’t the right time.”

“It’s never going to be the perfect time,” George snapped. “There’s always going to be pressure, always going to be something. But the right people? You don’t let them slip just because the timing’s a bit shit.”

Kimi didn’t say anything, but something in his face shifted. Something like guilt. Or maybe realization.

George took a deep breath and said, softer this time, “She doesn’t need grand gestures. She just needs to hear it. From you. Not from the box. Not from Lando. Not from some story you think tells her everything. She needs to hear it.”

Kimi blinked. “And if she doesn’t feel the same anymore?”

George gave him a look. “Then at least you’ll know. But right now? You’re punishing both of you for being afraid.”

Kimi stared at the telemetry sheet like it held an answer he hadn’t considered yet.

George grabbed his jacket. “Tell her before someone else does.”

Then he walked out, leaving Kimi in the low hum of silence.

...

@/teamradiotrauma63: I swear I am a driver not a therapist

...

He found you in the back paddock lot, standing by the railing. It was quiet, late. You didn’t look surprised to see him.

You just crossed your arms and said, “Took you long enough.”

Kimi stopped in front of you, eyes tired. “I didn’t know if you’d want to see me.”

“That’s not your call to make.”

He nodded. Fair.

You sighed. “Why are you here, Kimi?”

“I need to say something. Actually say it. Not send a box. Not drop a hint. Just—say it.”

You looked at him. “Then say it.”

He took a breath, steadying himself.

“I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time. And I was too scared to say anything because I thought it would ruin what we had. And then I let you walk away without fighting for you, and that’s on me.”

You didn’t say anything at first. Just stared at him, trying to figure out if he meant it this time. If he really understood what it cost you.

“I didn’t want to make you feel like you had to pick me over Ferrari,” he continued. “I didn’t want to be that guy.”

“You didn’t make me choose,” you said. “You didn’t make me feel anything. You said nothing. That’s what hurt the most.”

“I know.” He swallowed. “I thought I was protecting you. Turns out I was just pushing you away.”

You looked down at your hands. “You hurt me, Kimi. Not because you didn’t like me. But because you didn’t trust me with it.”

“I do now,” he said. “I want to fix it. If you’ll let me.”

You looked up at him, straight in the eye. “I don’t need perfect. I just need honest.”

“This is me being honest,” he said. “I missed you. Every day. I hated not talking to you. I hated wondering if I ruined it forever.”

Your voice was quieter now. “I missed you too.”

Neither of you moved for a second.

Then, slowly, you stepped in and wrapped your arms around him.

He didn’t hesitate. Just pulled you in tight, like he’d been waiting for it since the second you left.

It was everything.

...

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yourusername: do NOT ask. yes we yelled. yes we’re fine 🩶❤️

Comments:

kimi.antonelli: you forgot “yes, he was wrong”

lando: finally i can breathe again

charles_leclerc: no bc what was i supposed to do during the silent treatment?? babysit BOTH of you??

georgerussell63: i literally fixed this you’re welcome

mercedesamgf1: nothing to see here. just excellent cross-team collaboration 😌

scuderiaferrari: we’ll allow it. for now.

carlossainz55: who had ‘public truce photo’ on their bingo card?

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[bunny-jpeg]

Hello!!! How are you?🫶🏻✨

First of all, I love your writing, you have a marvellous mind. Pls keep doing what you're doing, it's chef kiss 🤌🏻🩷

Secondly, I would like to make an order I can share and enjoy with Lando 😉 Can we have a carrot cake, a chocolate chip cookie and a custard tart with a mocha coffee and a double espresso shot?

We know the mix is a bit too much but we trust you. Thank you very much in advance. Xx ♥️

the bakery menu

feel free to order your own treats! as for this order i am happy to serve up something sweet! i really hope you like this, i am proud of it! i'm also surprised of the amount of lando norris everyone wants!

carrot cake ("swallow it. all of it.") + chocolate chip cookie ("you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat") + custard tarts ("i've never done this before.") + mocha coffee (breeding kink) + espresso shot (dirty talking) served by lando norris (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, breeding kink, oral sex (femme receiving), dirty talk, engineer!reader, driver!lando, virgin!reader, oral sex (lando receives),

lando loved you. he really did, not only were you his favourite engineer, you were also his girlfriend. lando didn't want to mess it all up and going too fast. but after almost five months of dating, you two had never had sex.

not that lando really minded, he wasn't some horny dog who needed his dick wet all the time. he wanted to cherish and love you. but sometimes, he'd let his mind wander at thoughts of you.

a particular one that bounced around in his mind, a personal favourite was the one where he bred you. that was for when you weren't with the team at races, and it was just lando and his fist.

thoughts of you in his arms, his cock bullied into your sweet pussy. his filthy words in your ear. sweet promises that he was going to breed you nice and well. and anytime you tried to mention your career, he'd just kiss you quiet. promising that you could still be an engineer with a couple of norris kids.

the thought of that made his cock ache every time he thought about it. belly full of life that the could snuggle after a race, taking your kids to the park. being a proper family. it always sent him over the edge and left a huge mess in his boxers.

but before he could make sure you were all full of his cum, he'd needed to have his first time with you. it wouldn't be fair to get you pregnant on your first time!

it was the off-season and you were back home. you two didn't live together, but you were over often. often scolding your boyfriend for misuse of the oven or something else that would be considered silly. he'd just smile and smooth the lines in your face with kisses.

the break between seasons felt like the perfect chance to finally get intimate with you. there was no jet-lag or running around. there was no sleepless nights and high anxiety days. you two could rest and get familiar with one another.

he was watching you check the pasta in the pot to see if it was fully cooked yet. he licked his lips and crossed his arms before he asked, "love, do you even think about us getting.. closer?"

you looked over and chuckled, "lando, i think it's a little too soon for us to live together."

lando scratched the back of his neck and replied, "no, no.. not yet. i mean, if you're comfortable. maybe we could try... having sex?" he felt his blood pressure jump.

you put the wooden spoon down on the counter and looked to your boyfriend. your mouth was in an 'o' shape for a moment before you said, "oh! sex!"

lando laughed, "you forgot about sex? i mean... did you ever think about sex.. sex with us?" he knew you weren't asexual or something akin to it, he knew that you masturbated and what not. you just never were in a situation where you would've had sex. and lando didn't want to shove it onto you.

your face went hot, "i mean... of course! i was just worried about having sex during the season!" you scratched your neck nervously, "i was worried that you'd pull something and your performance on the track would be worse. or that a change in the routine before and after races would ruin your chances of a good season."

lando laughed, "oh my god, love. come here." he got closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. then kissed you on the top of your head.

you looked at him, "i'm sorry. i didn't realize! but yes! i would love to have sex with you! but it might take a while. i've never even given a blow job."

lando kissed you once more, "how about after dinner, we start with that? we have a few months to get a little.. closer."

you nodded eagerly, "of course! i'd love to!" you heard the water boil over out of the pot and onto the stove. you got out of your lover's arms to check on the food.

lando felt excited. how could he not. he was getting a chance to feel intimate with his lovely girlfriend. the excitement that coursed through him even made your lovely dinner taste better!

-

"is there anything you want to try before we start. anything i can do to make this more comfortable." he asked as he looked down at you. you were seated on the bed. you feet didn't touch the floor of the bedroom. it was cute.

you swallowed, "um... i, uh. well." you looked away, your cheeks burned.

lando cupped your face and looked down at you, "nothing is gonna scare me, honey." he smiled at you, "tell me."

you said, your gaze met with him, "i.. i like dirty talk. anytime i've read it somewhere in like a story.. i found it very hot. and i know you're... mouthy." you chuckled a little to make a joke.

"well then." he said, "i'll keep that in mind."

you said a little nervously, "i'm a little nervous, i've never done this before." you felt a thrill of excitement through your body as you watched lando let go of you and pull his cock out of his shorts.

"don't worry, love." he said, "i'll make sure you feel good as well."

you pressed your cheek against his abdomen, letting him take control. the sight of his cock stirred something in you. a need for you to do your best and make your boyfriend feel good. even if you didn't have the skills, you were eager to learn.

and who would be a better teacher than your loving boyfriend. you closed your eyes and let lando guide your head onto his cock. you kissed his length before you softly took it in your mouth.

lando hissed through his teeth, but when you looked at him nervously he gave you a thumbs up, "don't worry. all good."

you took more in your mouth and started on a steady pace. you felt your heart hammer in your chest. you really had never done this before but you didn't want the excitement to cause you to mess up.

"that's it. that's a good girl." he groaned, the praise made you rub your thighs together. you were just so adorable. he couldn't wait to explore every inch of your sweet body.

he had all of the off-season to make love to you. and if he was lucky maybe his breeding kink could show a bit of himself. that made his cock twitch in your mouth.

your eyes were closed and your hands were on his hips to steady yourself as you orally pleasured him. you weren't terrible, at least in lando's opinion.

"are you sure this is your first time doing this?" he asked softly. you looked up at him once more, eyes gleaming. you nodded and little and lando laughed, "hmm, i don't know. you're really good at this." the praise made your core throb and lando noticed. he held onto your hair a little tighter and moved you a little further down his cock, "don't worry, love. it doesn't bite." and laughed. his cheeks were pink from the rush in his body.

you whimpered as you continued. you kept an ear open for all the noises that lando was making. from his heavy breathing to the shudder through his body. you trusted him that if you were doing something wrong, he'd tell you.

"you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat" he cooed at you, "i wonder what the rest of the team would feel if they saw you like this. i know some of them have thought about you, get a few drinks in 'em and they're talking about how they want to be the one to ruin your virginity." he laughed, "but i know i'll be the one to ruin them for you. you'll only want my cock."

you whimpered, your pussy was slick. this was hottest thing you've ever thought could happen. yeah, you've read erotic fiction and gotten a bit flustered. but this was something else. this sent a shock through you as you continued to pleasure him.

orgasm felt sharp in his mind. he softly guided you as the dirty talk tumbled out of his mouth. "i wonder if i could make you choke next time." he panted, "i wonder how good you could take me. i want all of you, love. i want to see all the ways i could make you cum. i want it all, and we got all of the off-season to see what makes you tick."

you whimpered.

"my pretty girl." he purred, it made your heart leap.

"lando." you said with a glaze in your eyes. your voice was muffled by the cock in your mouth and it was so painfully cute but also erotic that it sent lando over the edge.

his pretty girl, his little engineer with his cock stuffed in your throat. it couldn't get better than that. the words tumbled out of his mouth, "swallow it. all of it." and the look you gave made him easily cum down your throat. he almost got hard for a second time when he saw how dutifully you swallowed it all down.

"holy shit." he panted.

as you laid back on the bed to catch your breath. you knew the night wasn't over because lando was soon between your legs with your calves over his shoulders. it was only fair that he returned the favour.

after all, he learned something very important about his girlfriend. she was easy to get wet. <3

[lilhughesy]

Everywhere Inside My Head | Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

part one. part two. (her perspective)

warnings! mentions of break up and angst!, and I think that's it! word count: 3.5k

summary: the first week post-breakup is said to be the hardest, which isn't wrong when you've been dating the same hockey player since the start of college. you try to find yourself again and how to live a life without him in then picture — but it feels nearly impossible when he's everywhere inside your head.

req: omg please i need a happy ending // Oooof chefs kiss👩‍🍳🤌✨ I can just see reader living her best life and luke seeing her having fun from a distance before groveling and pleading for her back a/n: hi guys! sorry for the wait but here it part three to look at you now and I remember everything! I hope you guys like it!! I lowkey hit a major writers block during it, it's not my best work... lmk if you want one from his perspective! mwah ily all sm 🩷

You laid on your childhood bed, staring up at the ceiling for hours. You weren’t listening to anything, nor were really thinking of much. You were just existing in that moment. You reflected on everything and how much your life had changed in the past week.

It was difficult for you to pack your life in New Jersey into a few suitcases and move back to your hometown in Michigan. All you thought about was him and how your entire life was surrounded by him. He was like the sun and you were one of the planets that revolved around him.

He was your yesterday, today, and your tomorrow.

But now he’s nothing at all.

You knew deep down that you made the right choice, even though it felt so wrong. You knew you deserved more than the crumbs he gave you. You deserved more than eating alone at dinner with his made plate staring at you. You deserved more than staying up late at night wondering if he was coming home or staying at Jack’s, at Nico’s, or at Jesper’s place.

You had grown used to falling asleep alone before leaving him, even though it wasn’t the most comfortable or pleasant feeling. But it felt wrong to go to bed without curling up with his pillow, or to hold his hoodie that smelt so strongly of him close to your chest, or to go to the store and not pick out the ingredients for his favourite meal.

It felt wrong to only make one cup of coffee instead of two.

People always say the first week is the hardest, and they weren’t kidding. You found yourself crying at the smallest things and very frequently. When a song would play on the radio or if you saw the devils post about him — tears would blur your vision. Your parents tried their best to keep your mind off of it but it was difficult when everything in Michigan reminded you of him. It was difficult to get out of bed or to eat or fall asleep, everything seemed to move so slowly or maybe it moved too fast and you couldn’t quite keep up.

You slowly got out of bed and moved to get ready for the day. You had reached out to Ethan and Mark, your closest friends from college, to see if they wanted to spend the day with you.

Ethan and Mark were originally friends with him but inevitably became close friends with you in the process of your relationship forming. They kept your spirits high while you were doing long distance with your boyfriend and provided a great support system for you.

When you pulled out an old UMich hockey t-shirt from your dresser, you remembered vividly the day that the two of you had a flour fight in the kitchen while attempting to bake cookies.

“I hope you know that Ellen never let me in the kitchen to bake.” He chuckled behind you as you pulled out the ingredients from the cupboards. His arms were wrapped around your waist as his face was tucked into the crook of your neck.

You giggled, “I promise you that you can bake. Plus I’m right here anyways!”

"You're going to distract me by having my last name on the back of your shirt y'know," He mumbled against the skin of your neck, his curls tickling you.

"You act like I don't regularly wear your clothes." You teased him, leaned down to kiss his temple. You could feel the smile that grew on his face from your words.

"Okay, little miss baker, tell me where to start," He said to you before finally pulling away. You guided him through the different measurements and ingredients to add to the bowl. His country playlist hummed quietly in the background as the kitchen was filled with your lively conversations and the common laugh here and there.

It was all tame until it came to mixing the ingredients, "Luke!" You gasped as flour went flying out the edge of the bowl, "You're spilling it!"

"It's not my fault that I'm just that strong, have you seen my biceps?" He joked as you tried to scoop the flour into your hands. Your hands were covered in white when a mischievous smile drew across your lips,

"You mean these big biceps?" You smirked while planting a large handprint on the sleeve of his black crewneck. HIs jaw dropped at the sight of your hands on his clothes,

"You did not!" He cried out dramatically, releasing the wooden spoon that he held, "Oh you just started something that you're going to lose."

Your eyes widened while he grabbed a small fistful of flour directly from the bag and tossed it at the front of your (his) navy t-shirt. The cloud of white caused you to cough a bit before bursting into a fit of laughter. Yeah, so much for a peaceful cute afternoon of baking cookies with your boyfriend.

The memory that played in your head caused a flood of tears to flow from your eyes. It left you crumbled on your bedroom floor with the same shirt clutched to your chest as sobs shook your body. You didn’t even hear the two boys come into your room.

Ethan held you close as he let the tears run their course, while Mark had quietly cleaned up your room — knowing that you were never a fan of a messy space. He sorted your clothes into their designated drawers and tossed garbage into the trash before returning back to you.

“Oh you poor thing,” Ethan mumbled into your hair as you tried to regulate your breathing, “It’s going to be okay.”

“I’m trying so hard to not think of him,” You choked out as you wipe away the tears, “But everything reminds me of him.”

“You don’t need him,” Mark said to you, sitting down at the foot of your bed, “He’s been hurting you and he doesn’t deserve all these tears.”

Ethan nodded along to Mark’s words, “Exactly, plus you’re hot and sexy so like you can pull any other guy in the world.”

You let out a weak laugh through your sniffles, “I can’t even imagine dating someone who’s not Luke.”

“Have you spoke to him since you left?” Ethan asked, his arms resting to his sides. You shook your head,

“I told him not to reach out to me and he hasn’t said a thing since.”

“Good for Hughesy,” Mark mumbled, “I’m surprised that he actually listened.”

“You deserve so much more, you know that right?” Ethan said to you, while wearing a sad smile on his usual happy face.

You wiped a rogue tear from your cheek, “I know. That’s why I left in the first place, I couldn’t keep doing what we were doing.”

“You’re so strong,” Mark told you, rubbing slow circles on your back with his hand, “We’re both really proud of you. We love Lukey, he was our teammate but we also love you too.”

“Thanks guys,” You replied, finally calming down. Mark gave you a hand up from the bed before the two of them guided you out of your house for the first time in a while. You got into Ethan's car, you in the passenger seat while Mark took the back seat. Ethan started driving to who knows where while you just rolled down the window.

You leaned your head towards the window and enjoyed the feeling of the wind blowing through your hair. The sun was warm on your skin, your body most definitely soaking up every bit of the sunlight. Music played from the stereo but you didn't pay much attention to the lyrics, only reflecting on the thoughts that played in your head.

It was a strange feeling from having a constant in your life for the past four-ish years in the shape of your boyfriend to not having him at all. It would be a lie if you said that you didn't miss him because in reality, every fibre of your being did.

You told yourself every hour of each day that you deserved more than what he gave you, but you missed him. The version of him that you fell so deeply in love with all those years ago. His soft eyes that were adorned with love and his cute crooked smile that fill your body with butterflies. All of the sweet words he would say to you when you were having a rough day, and how safe his arms felt.

It is never easy to date a professional athlete, but boy was it ever so easy to love one.

"You okay?" Mark asked quietly as Ethan parked the car, his voice pulled you out of your trance.

"Yeah, I'm okay." You offered the two boys a smile, "Just thinking, that's all."

Ethan's hand brushed over your upper arm, "C'mon, let's get some ice cream. It's the solution to everything."

You followed the two hockey players into the ice cream parlour, each of you choosing a flavour before paying. Ethan paid for yours after claiming that it was the least he could do after what his idiotic best friend did to you. The three of you sat outside on the bench, laughing at whatever story Mark was explaining to you.

The boys were right, ice cream does seem to solve every problem. The cold sugary sweetness of the dessert dancing in your mouth as you grinned at your friends in front of you seemed to bring the happier side of you out.

And just for a moment, it did feel like everything is finally okay. That everything does happen for a reason and the end of the emotionally tolling relationship, you would be okay. Until your phone vibrated.

Luke: Hey, do you have time to talk?

Luke: I know that I'm probably the last person you want to hear from right now, but please this is important.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, and you assumed the smile on your face dropped too as you read the notification.

"Everything okay?" Ethan asked cautiously, his eyes bouncing between you and your phone that you were intensely staring at.

You swallowed hard, "He just texted me."

Mark's lips tightened into a thin line, "I guess I spoke too soon... Are you going to reply?"

"I don't know," You mumbled, rereading his texts again, "Should I?"

"It's up to you honestly," Ethan responded, glancing over your shoulder to see what the devils player sent to you, "Do you want to hear what he has to say?"

"Sort of... But I think it's because I feel bad for just leaving him without saying anything."

"But you did say something to him!" Mark commented, "You told him how you felt and how you saw things, he should've changed his behaviour right after you spoke to him. Not after you finally left."

"He's not wrong," Ethan hummed, agreeing with Mark, "He's probably going to say something like... I'm so sorry, I miss you so much baby, I love you, and I promise I'm going to change or at least some sort of bullshit like that."

You frowned, knowing that they had good points. You decided that you would make your decision later and opted to head back to your home with Ethan and Mark. You were enjoying your time with your friends and you refused to let him ruin that for you.

Besides, did you actually want to hear from him? Is he going to ask you to get back together with him? Is he going to tell you that he's going to change and promise to not treat you like that again?

More importantly, what are you going to say? Would you take him back? Would you fall for his empty promise about changing yet again?

All these thoughts danced in your head as you laid in bed that night. You had yet to respond to his two text messages. You knew in your gut that you physically could not handle the feeling of being a second or third choice to him. Not again. You knew that you deserved to be loved and cherished so loudly and proudly, which he failed to do on multiple occasions.

But him talking to you was important to him, and it was going to mean something to him. So you replied,

You: does a phone call work with you?

His response was immediate.

Luke: Yeah, if that's what you want. Is now okay?

You looked at the top right corner of your phone screen, seeing that it was 8:13PM. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, debating if you were ready to hear his voice again. But if you didn't do it now, it would probably keep you awake all night.

You: ya, now is fine

In seconds, your screen lit up with his contact photo that made your stomach twist. You had yet to change it and it was one of your favourite photos of you two together. You pressed the pick-up button to his call, taking a sharp inhale as you did so.

"Hey," You heard his voice and suddenly the walls that you had built up seemed to crumble a bit. His voice was shaky and you could tell from his tone that he hadn't been sleeping. He sounded exhausted.

Your hands trembled slightly as they held the phone to your ear, "Hi."

"I wasn't sure if you would actually pick up," He breathed out, you could tell that he was trying to suppress the shakiness in his words, "But, I'm really glad that you did."

You only hummed in response, you didn't know what to say. What do you say to your now ex-boyfriend after pulling an Irish goodbye on a random Tuesday afternoon.

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry," He continued after pausing for a moment, "I wish I could tell you this in person because you deserve an apology face to face, rather than over the phone."

"I don't think I would fly to New Jersey for an apology." You replied with a slightly harsher tone than his and harsher than you anticipated.

You heard him stammer at your words, then hesitation as he seemed to be calculating the right words to say next, "Then I guess right now would be a bad time to tell you that I'm at your front door."

You sat up from your previously lying position, your hand clutching onto your phone even tighter, "You're what?"

You scrambled from your bed, in your oversized t-shirt and small athletic shorts, running down the stairs of your parent's home to the front door. You peeked from the glass to see his tall figure standing on the front porch.

You hung up the phone call and opened the door slightly. The air in your throat hitched as you took in the sight of him. He wore his sweatpants with the black Artizia hoodie that he had 'borrowed' from you. His curls were hidden under a Yankees cap that you knew he loved so much.

His eyes that were typically so bright, were dull. He had signs of the lack of sleep he's gotten, evident in his dark under eye bags and his paler skin. He looked just as exhausted as he sounded over the phone.

"Wha- What are you doing here?" You stuttered out, still in shock that he was standing in front of you rather than in your apartment back in Jersey.

His hand rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous tick that he had, "You didn't respond to me when I first texted you and I got worried that something might have happened to you... So I called your mom and she told me that I can come over to try to fix it."

You were at a loss of words.

"You called my mom? No wait, you flew from New Jersey this afternoon to check on me?" You repeated his words, in somewhat of a state of shock from the information you were still processing.

"I know you told me to not come and find you or talk to you," He swallowed hard before stuffing his hands into the pocket of your sweater that he wore, "But you deserve an actual apology for what I put you through. You didn't deserve any of that."

You slowly nodded, still catching up on the situation. You opened the door further, welcoming him into the home that he had visited on multiple occasions. You guided him to your childhood bedroom, with you sitting on your mattress while he opted for the chair by your desk.

"I'm sorry for just showing up," He said to you, pulling off his hat and resting it on the desk, "It's just- It didn't sit right with me that I made you feel unwanted and unloved and that I didn't care about you and that you never got to hear me say sorry."

Your focus was on your hands and twisting the rings that you wore, and only briefly glancing up to look at him as he spoke to you.

"I am so sorry," He started, his voice regaining the slight shakiness that it had over the phone, "I never meant to hurt you like that and I know that's so stupid of me to say after doing all of that to you. You didn't deserve to feel that way ever and it makes me feel sick that I did that to you after everything- after everything you have done for me."

Your heart clenched and twisted at the way his voice got heavy as he tried to bury down his tears. You could hear it. Your chest felt tighter as he rambled on and your vision blurred as your eyes glossed over.

"You've done nothing but love and support me through everything and you're the best thing to ever happen to me," You finally pulled your eyes away from your rings and locked eyes with his blue ones. The same blue ones that you fell in love with, now brimmed with tears.

"Hockey has always been a big part of me and it's a part of who I am but you, you are my future and you are what I live for." He told you, a singular tear escaping from the corner of his eyes as he slowly approached you.

You stayed sitting on your bed as he lowered to his knees and carefully took your hands into his, "I don't deserve your forgiveness. Not after everything I put you through. But I love you. I love you so fucking much. You are the reason that I am where I am and I am who I am."

"I love you and I've done a shit fucking job of showing it lately and you deserve so much more than what I have given you," He said while pressing a kiss on your knuckles,

“You’re the love of my life, my every feeling is controlled by the look of your face,” Luke confessed with his hands running through his curls as he started spilling the emotions he wanted to desperately show you, “Fuck knows I can’t sleep without you.”

“I exist for you,” He breathed out, looking directly into your eyes, “If I could take it all back and make sure that you never doubted your position in my life, I would do it in a heartbeat.”

“Luke…” You mumbled out, your voice soft as you sat frozen in place. 

His large hands cupped your cheeks as he looked up to meet your downward tilted face, his thumb gently brushing away the loose strands that had fallen over your eyes. 

“I know,” He whispered, “It kills me every day knowing that you are far away from my life and it kills me to know that I could have prevented it."

You slowly nodded with your glossy eyes and a small smile starting to etch onto your face, “Oh, Luke.”

“God, I fucking love you and I can’t ever see myself with anyone else because you’re it for me. I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you if that's what it means to keep you, I love you."

“I love you too, Luke” You smiled as tears finally started to fall from your eyes. He smiled back at you,

“Don’t say too because then you’re just agreeing with me." Luke teased while wiping away your tears.

You giggled, “I love you Luke Hughes.”

You grabbed his biceps and pulled him to his feet as you stood up from the bed. Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck while his instinctively looped around your middle, "Let's never do that again." You said to him and he let out a breathy chuckle,

"I don't think I can handle being away from you." He whispered before kissing your lips softly, "I'm so sorry."

"I know you are," You mumbled against his lips.

[kittypurss]

Gluay, with his two dads. 👬

Mark and Tong as parents is just chefs kiss 🤌🏼✨

[ruthari-preacher]

Aaravos fashion show ✨

Also Terry's face when Aaravos says Claudia's got a thing for Earthblood elves is just. Mwa. Chef's kiss 🤌

[strawberrypinky]

strawberry's fic recs - first half of 2025! 🍓✨

Nobody asked but I delivered—it's once again time for my favourite little tradition of sharing my fic recs and spreading some love and positivity!

With the first half of 2025 having drawn to a close, I'm sharing some of my favourite reads from this year (thus far!). It genuinely brings me so much joy to celebrate and uplift the incredible work of so many talented creators. I'm also terrible at commenting, so yeah this might be me trying to make up for the fact that I never comment, lol.

Anywho—without further ado, here are my fic recs for the first half of 2025:

I started playing DA: The Veilguard at the end of 2024, and having not played the previous games in the series, it took me a little while to warm up to the fandom, as there’s so much established lore that I simply wasn't familiar with. Even now, I still haven't played the earlier titles and only have a marginal grasp of the broader series. I also have my fair share of critiques about Veilguard itself, but, credit where it's due: The fandom has produced some absolutely phenomenal fanfiction that I’ve truly loved and deeply appreciated 💕

📚Full length fics:

Rookie [Viago de Riva & Rook, Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook] - @grad-writes 📖 The plot: "Rookie" follows the early life of Isadora "Rookie" de Riva, tracing her journey from a fledgling of House de Riva to the Hero of the Veilguard—navigating growing up, falling in love and coming into her own. 🍓's thoughts: I know this fic was already featured in my "Best of 2024" recs but I👏🏻am👏🏻FERAL👏🏻 for this fic. I love a good found family trope—it's quite possibly my favourite trope of all tropes—and "Rookie" does a spectacular job of bringing it all together. Beyond the incredible (but mildly dysfunctional) father/daughter relationship Rook and Viago share, her friendships with her fellow Crows already give you the most beautiful story long before she meets Lucanis or any of the Veilguard. I've said it before, but the writing is phenomenal; pitch-perfect pacing and just the right blend of detail, headcanons, and canon divergence. Whilst the romance takes some time to build, the wait is worth every second, and don't even get me started on the way Illario is redeemed in this fic. Between "Rookie" and "The Wigmaker Job", I have become a full-blown Illario apologist 💀😤 1000/10 – this is a masterpiece! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Note: This work is part of a series.

the divine right (circumstance never sent a fair foe) [Viago de Riva/Rook] - @rook-de-rivas 📖 The plot: Following the fall of the Evanuris, Ashara/Rook returns to Salle, only for the Crows to end up embroiled in a mysterious series of murders of Merchant Princes, Crows and Fulgeno II's bastards—all with silver ribbons affixed to their throats and a note with the words "By the will of the Maker, the One King of Antiva will rule, for this is the Divine Right of Kings". 🍓's thoughts: Viago/Rook can definitely be hit or miss for me, considering they are somewhat presented to have a more family-like bond in Veilguard (at least how *I* have interpreted it). HOWEVER, this is just masterful. The relationship between Ashara and Viago just...works. Whilst they are somewhat dysfunctional at times (though I expect nothing less from the Crows, lol), they are equal amounts tender and gentle and sensual. They compliment each other so well and their relationship as well as any interactions they've got with others feel very natural. Viago is also so pathetic sometimes istg it's just 🤌🏻 *chefs kiss* He does not want to have any feelings and is bombarded with all of them 💀 This story is such a fresh take on post-canon fics—the storyline is incredibly compelling, and I find myself genuinely looking forward to every single update. Incredibly well-written and engaging.

Note: This work is part of a series. Read the tags and proceed at your own discretion.

Amaretto Sour [Emmrich Volkarin/Rook] - @farore05 📖 The plot: Distinguished neuroscience professor Emmrich Volkarin becomes unexpectedly entangled with one of his students—only for his estranged ex-wife and mother of his son to return from prison, threatening to upend the already fragile balance of their lives.

🍓's thoughts: I'm pretty sure "Amaretto Sour" is one of, if not the, most famous Emmrich fics—and for good reason. First of all, Human!Manfred is the best boy and deserves all the love, and second of all, Ivy and Emmrich are an adorable pairing. Yes, a student/professor dynamic would, under normal circumstances, be incredibly toxic, but we can ignore that for the sake of good fiction and these characters 😌 The overall plot, beyond the romance, feels both original and intriguing at all times. As the end approached, I genuinely felt as if I needed to hold my breath because the tension was palpable, and I was so invested in these characters getting their deserved happy ending.

I, Carrion [Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook] - @ttrevelyan 📖 The plot: An alternate take on the events of "Eight Little Talons", in which a recently returned-from-exile Rook meets Lucanis at a masquerade ball, where the two must work together to unmask the enemies hiding within their ranks. 🍓's thoughts: I came across this due to the incredible artwork from @rookanisstuff, and I pretty much fell in love at first read. I had read 8LT just shortly before, and this was a refreshing, hilarious and intriguing take on the plot. I love stories of Rook de Riva's and Lucanis meeting before Veilguard, but this one is definitely my favourite. The tension between them from the first meeting, building up over the course of the story as they work together, is simply delicious and ugh, I could eat this story. Absolutely magnificent 😤

Note: This work is part of a series and currently has an ongoing sequel (which is also incredible–hello???)

The Punishment of Fools [Lavellan/Solas, Emmrich Volkarin/Rook] - @scaryanneee 📖 The plot: While aiding the remnants of the Inquisition in their desperate struggle to stop the blighted Evanuris from unmaking Thedas, Mourn Watcher Athera Ingellvar uncovers she is the lost daughter of Inquisitor Siona Lavellan and the Dread Wolf himself, Fen’Harel. Thrust into an uneasy reunion at the edge of the world’s unraveling, Athera, Siona, and Solas must confront their own entangled legacies. 🍓's thoughts: This is definitely a read that would've been easier to understand if I had any knowledge of the previous Dragon Age games, but alas, this is still so absolutely spectacular that I was vibing through nonetheless, lol 😭 The complicated family dynamics, paired with the yearning between the Inquisitor and Solas make for a compelling story. Without spoiling the entire fic, I can only say the main twist concerning Athera was genuinely shocking (at least to me, lol), and I'm so scared of the outcome. I think seasoned fans who have played previous games would really enjoy this, as quite a few characters from Inquisition show up here, too (at least from what I understand 😅).

Note: This work is part of a series.

The Arrangement [Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook] - @hi-jinkx 📖 The plot: With their marriage arranged by Caterina, Lucanis and Rook find themselves caught between their own desires, the stirrings of something deeper, and the mounting pressure from both outside forces and inner turmoil. 🍓's thoughts: Mhm, I love reluctant love stories, especially when they stem from concepts like arranged marriages. Delish. Rook and Lucanis are understandably not really happy about the arrangement, but I love that they still respect each other as human beings. Rook taking care of Jacobus is just adorable (I love that this fandom has collectively decided Jacobus is Rook's son ok?) and I love how Rook and Lucanis steadily fall in love, even if they're a tad idiotic about the whole thing. Caterina is an absolute cunt, which is a concept I generally love bc f that b – even if I am massively intrigued by her, lol. The Venatori being the main antagonists makes so much sense, though I fear what's going to happen with the whole Lucanis/Spite situation and how it'll affect their marriage. Anywho. Loved reading this thus far!!

Steal my heart [Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook] - @frotees-corner 📖 The plot: Marchioness Caterina Dellamorte has declared it's time her grandsons marry. Her grandsons, however, have other plans. So does Rook—deemed a hopeless spinster at the age of twenty-six—whose parents have reluctantly agreed to give her one final season to secure a match. United by their mutual disinterest in marriage, Rook and Lucanis strike a deal: survive the season together, and avoid the parade of suitors and debutantes at all costs. 🍓's thoughts: YOU CAN PRY THE REGENCY AUs OUT OF MY COLD DEAD HANDS 😤 Anyone who knows me knows my favourite historical period of all time is the Regency period, so it should be no surprise this fic is on my list. The YEARNING. The PINING. The peak idiot to lovers 😩 Ugh—obsessed. The storyline is somewhat comparable to Daphne and Simon in Bridgerton, except Rook is more of an Eloise rather than Daphne if that makes sense? In any case, it has a superb storyline, massive bonus points for it being a Regency AU and an overall sweet and wholesome love story. Neve being there for the tea and drama was hilarious (plus she and Bellara are just the best), and I loved Uncle Emmrich. The Illario plotline was adapted in a way that made it very fitting for the time period whilst losing none of the mystery and intrigue. 10/10, I loved every second!!

pathos [Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook]- @karinamay 📖 The plot: When her brother and longtime skating partner Viago is sidelined by injury, Rook believes her career is over—until he pushes her to keep going. Meanwhile, Lucanis is ready to quit after losing his partner, but his own coach/grandmother Caterina Dellamorte has other ideas. Thrown together by circumstance, Rook and Lucanis form a reluctant new pair in a high-stakes bid for gold.

🍓's thoughts: I'm usually not that into modern AU's (funny how several ended up on here, though, lol), but I do love figure skating and "pathos" was just exceptional. The begrudging alliance between Chiara and Lucanis moving into this tension-filled push-and-pull dynamic bleeds into every aspect of the story—from their relationship to their skating—and it works so well. The description of the skating itself was hauntingly vivid and beautiful and so emotionally laden that I actually had tears in my eyes at one point 🥹 The dynamics between other characters truly only added to the overall feeling, and I loved seeing Rook stand up to Caterina. "You don't get to break me like you broke your grandsons" haunts me to this day 😭

The sequel is still on my TBR, but I can only wholeheartedly recommend the first part!!

Note: This work is part of a series.

you're in my blood (like holy wine) [Emmrich Volkarin/Rook] - @selkiemaid 📖 The plot: An alternate take on the quest "The Sacrifice of Souls", where Rook makes the ultimate sacrifice to defeat Hezenkoss—leaving a romanced Emmrich at a crossroads, forced to choose between embracing lichdom or finding a way to bring her back. 🍓's thoughts: I'm suing. I'm actually suing. This was pure angst start to finish but mate was it good. Rook being the one to sacrifice herself to defeat Hezenkoss? Diabolical 😭 The prose of this fic was sensational. I'm not even joking. I could practically feel everything Emmrich felt throughout the entire story as if they were my own emotions—vivid and complex and gutwrenching. I genuinely wish I could read this for the first time.

Note: This work is part of a series.

Crystal Desires & Crystal Fragements [Emmrich Volkarin/Rook/Lucanis Dellamorte] - by BabiesAteMyDingo 📖 The plot: Following a confrontation with a desire demon, Rook, Emmrich, and Lucanis (and Spite) try to navigate the end of the world whilst unearthing parts of themselves they thought long forgotten—and confront truths they never imagined. 🍓's thoughts: Phew, this one is a ride but mate is it worth it. As someone who wished they could've romanced Emmrich and Lucanis at the same time (don't judge me) this was a treat. This story genuinely has so many twists and turns that I was reeling by the end of some of it, but honestly every single thing just made this story more exceptional. The romance between Rook, Emmrich and Lucanis was equal amounts tender as it was sensual and I loved to see how devoted they all were to one another. Rook's backstory is insane and perhaps it's my lack of DA knowledge that had me shook with every reveal, but mate – The gasps I've gusped. Unreal.

📜 One shots & short stories:

From the Journal of Emmrich Volkarin [Emmrich Volkarin/Rook] by @mediocremillie99 All Roads Lead to Halamshiral (9:50 Dragon) [No pairing, though mild Illario/Rook if you squint] by TheListener on AO3 Let Me Love You [Emmrich Volkarin/Rook] @silshinobii Codex: Bond Theory [Emmrich Volkarin/Rook] by @farore05 (I know this is technically crack but damn I love it and I won't apologise) Confession & Revelation [Emmrich Volkarin/Rook] by @ximmortalis [TW: Non con] concrete feet [Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook] by dead_tulips on AO3 the bliss you give [Emmrich Volkarin/Rook] by @devnmon A Study of Hands [Emmrich Volkarin/Rook] by @sorceresssundries SIX for gold [Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook] @grad-writes

Ahhhh, Baldur's Gate, my beloved 😌💕 I've been hooked on this game for over a year now, and at this point, I fear it'll have to be pried from my cold, dead hands. My love for the fandom, the characters, and the story runs deep. While I'll admit that some of my (admittedly limited) focus this year has "wandered" over to the DA:TV fandom, I've still come across some truly incredible Baldur’s Gate fics. This fandom will always have a place in my heart—no matter what. I'm sure my recs for BG3 will be a bit longer by the end of the year, because my TBR for that fandom is long.

📚 Full length fics:

goodnight, my love [Astarion x Tav] - by @goodgirlgonebard 📖 The plot: Luna, a high-elf wizard, flees the constraints of an arranged marriage and a controlling father when she is swept up by fate when a nautiloid descends upon Baldur’s Gate and abducts her. Now infected with a mind flayer tadpole, she stands at a crossroads: return home to rescue her father from a lifetime of debt, or embrace her long-awaited escape. Torn between duty and freedom, Luna’s path is further complicated by an unexpected and all-consuming bond with a certain pale vampire. 🍓's thoughts: Now, I will wholeheartedly admit that I haven't yet finished reading this story (Forgive me, Ambs), but GML still secures itself a spot on this list because I love it, ok? 😤 Luna had my heart within the first couple of seconds and I just want to give that girl a big hug, wrap her in a fluffy blanket and hand her a big cuppa. Her and Astarion are shaping up to be such an adorable pairing—I am unfortunately a sucker for "healing each other" and I fear this fic is doing a tremendous job at showing how to people can help each other through trauma. I'm so ready for exams to be over so I can catch up with the rest of GML, but istg it's incredible thus far!!

So long as it has meaning [Shadowheart x Tav] - by ohHOLYmoves 📖 The plot: Shadowheart harbours a deep resentment for their Selûnite leader, Izar—her unwavering kindness only fuelling her anger. And yet, despite herself, she finds an inexplicable pull toward her. As their journey to Baldur’s Gate unfolds and long-buried secrets come to light, the dynamic between them begins to shift. 🍓's thoughts: Honestly I am not even sure what to say about this fic because even after having finished it sometime in March I am still speechless?? I honestly didn't even know how to summarise this 💀 Selûnite Paladin Tav x Shadowheart is bound to be an incredible combo, given how hateful Shadowheart is towards Selûnites at the start of Baldur's Gate, but my God 😭 That lesbian enemies to lovers got me good and genuinely all I can say is read this. Smh someone put this fic in a museum 😭 "I can live with Shar, I cannot live without you." — JAIL 😭

The Sweet Invention of a Lover's Dream [Wyll x Tav] - by @heyitszev 📖 The plot: Father Thynerias, a devoted monk of the Preservers of the Ordered Way, had once been content when he was surrounded by his books, his duties, and guiding novices under his care, fully believing a life of structured knowledge was all he would ever need. That is, until the damned Nautiloid—and the famed Blade of Frontiers—shattered that certainty. 🍓's thoughts: ZEV YOU BASTARD COME HERE AND ANSWER FOR YOUR CRIMES 😤 "Maybe someone else, in some other time, lives the life I dream of having with you" - HOW DARE YOU?! 😤😭 The way Tav's faith and sense of divine purpose intertwined with his love story with Wyll was so refreshing and compelling. His internal religious conflict felt authentic, and the dynamic between him and Wyll—how they balanced each other's flaws while still holding one another accountable—made this one of the most memorable and beautifully layered romances I've read all year. Even if it was, for all intents and purposes, a slow burn. No notes at all—this was perfect.

Note: This work is part of a series.

The Arrangement [Astarion x Tav] - by @fangswbenefits 📖 The plot: Having convinced Astarion to abandon the Rite of Profane Ascension, leaving him a vampire spawn still bound by his hunger, Tav offers him blood in the absence of a cure. Though the two had agreed to remain just friends back at Moonrise Towers, the line begins to blur again as other cravings stir beneath the surface. 🍓's thoughts: Not me writing Tav in for the plot when it's an 'x reader' but ON WE GO- Ugh, the push-and-pull dynamic between Tav and Astarion is delicious. That messy blend of "sort-of exes" and "kind-of enemies" who are still hopelessly in love with each other? Perfection 🤌🏻 They're both such idiots, and the banter is genuinely hilarious. As a survivor myself, I'm also incredibly moved by the way Astarion's journey with intimacy is handled—the slow arc of him reclaiming it on his own terms is raw, and whilst also painful, it is also incredibly real, so I can’t recommend this story enough 🩷

The times you will never remember [Gortash x The Dark Urge, Astarion x The Dark Urge] - by Maladaptive_daydreaming 📖 The plot: When former allies cross paths at the Gortash's coronation, Astarion finds himself unraveling the tangled history of the bond his lover shared with the Chosen of Bane. 🍓's thoughts: Astarion's inner monologue/commentary had me dead HAHAHA. Gortash is, of course, an absolute piece of shit (as he should be, my favourite lil rat <3), but he was right in calling Astarion a yapper 💀 Either way, this is such a fun story that also expands on Durge's backstory in a way that works really well with the canon information that we do have. Durgetash are so insufferably horrible and cannot be normal and I just love it. At the same time, Astarion keep making one horrible decision after the other and I'm on the edge of my mf'ing seat to see how/where the story is going to end.

Deadly Ambition [Gortash x The Dark Urge] - by @elinorbard 📖 The plot: U.S. Congressman Enver Gortash eagerly accepts Governor Richard Bhaal’s offer to join his presidential campaign as running mate, only to discover that the true power behind the operation is Bhaal’s enigmatic and ruthless daughter, Elegy. As the campaign hurtles toward the White House, Enver and Elegy find themselves entangled in a dangerous web of ambition, secrets, and manipulation. 🍓's thoughts: WOMEN IN MALE DOMINATED FIELDS YALL >>> Once again a modern AU has made the list, but I swear Gortash as VP Candidate is diabolical work. Elegy is... well, let's just say the author did an incredible job of making Durge work in a modern context (I love that lil insane baby) —that woman is vicious. Insanely smart, but vicious. Truly a case where I was rooting for the evil cunts to win and my God did this serve. Quite frankly, I need more.

Note: This work is part of a series.

Don't Wake Me Up [Rolan x Tav] - by @seabirdsong 📖 The plot: Tav and Rolan share a complicated past—though only one of them knows it. Years ago, she watched him from afar, until Elturel fell, and everything changed. Now, bound by necessity, they find themselves side by side, crossing the Shadow-Cursed Lands, and discovering that some wounds can only be mended by those who carry the same scars. 🍓's thoughts: Full disclosure: Much like GML I am still reading this fic and haven't fully caught up with every chapter, but I do love Rolan and I do love everything I have read thus far, so "Don't Wake Me Up" is getting a place on my rec list 😌 This is somewhat of an enemies to lovers (well, one-sided enemies to lovers) slow burn, but it's that delicious kind of slow burn where Rolan is just peak idiotic and I like 'em like that. This is another exceptional case of "helping each other through trauma" and I cannot reiterate how much I love it. Once Rolan got over his initial Mr Darcy Default Front he became the best boi and I'm eagerly awaiting my holiday so I can finally catch up with the rest of this incredible fic 🩷🩷

📜 One shots & short stories:

midnight call [A!Astarion x Tav] by @again-please A Fitting Reunion [Astarion x Tav] by @deadly-diminuendo Dhampir Dreams [Astarion x Tav] by @bardic-inspo unburdened and becoming (an interlude) [Shadowheart x Tav] by @shadowhaert The Light in the Shadows [Shadowheart x Tav] by @sorceresssundries Petrichor and Parchment [Gale x Astation] by @forethott (with art by @calolily) Tongue of Silver [Shadowheart x Tav] by @gunpowdercarousel patchwork [Shadowheart x Nocture] by @aevallare Supply and Demand [Astarion x Tav] by luftballons99 Confession (Astarion's POV) [Astarion x Tav] by @vixstarria

Please give these amazing authors some love—kudos, comments, likes or a reblog can mean the world. If you have fic recs of your own, drop them in the comments or tag me! I'd love to keep the love going and discover even more gems. Let's continue to foster positivity and kindness in these spaces, particularly in times like these where those two go a long way 💕🍓

P.S: If any of the AO3 authors mentioned have a tumblr account that is not tagged, feel free to tag them. I have tried my best to look everyone up, but I'm not infallible and might've accidentally missed someone.

[thaltro]

Raaaa I love all of ur art and ur oc is just chefs kiss 🤌🤌🤌✨✨

also, if ur up to it, could u draw some Errormare please? I <3 them so much lol :)))

Yeah they silly iloooveee them<3<3<3

[inkibuni]

@fallendev0tionvn 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️thank you for the meal! seriously demo was soooooo goooooood. 🤤😋 cant wait for more!!!!!

guys! chill its just strawberry jelly & juice yall dont worry!!!!

apologies for the crap render. been busy. ill be a starting my new job as a reading teacher soon so been stressed and really focused on that. im nervous™️ but also excited 😊

anywayyyyy played the demo fallen devotion seriously art is beautiful the story is 🤌🏼 chefs kiss i am ✨INVESTED✨ like i trust the ml because he cute and im delulu lol but logically im worried something is clearly off ya know? ugghhhh so good!!!! i dont wanna spoiler so thats all ya getting from me!

Clive is so stinking cutie bbg 🥰 tall, piercings, and tattoos *swoon* my weakness!!!!!

yup just another 🚩 added to the long list of fictional crazy dangerous men i would never in a million years irl be interested in but still living rent free in my noggin…hehe. 😳

[earthlybeam]

Is there any chance we might get to see the secret crush (with or without mistletoe) also with Elrond? If not, no worries, I don't want to stress you. I'm just really in my Elrond feels atm lol

Ahh, I completely get it—how could anyone not be smitten with Elrond? 🛐❤️‍🔥🥰 He’s the perfect blend of wisdom, elegance, and understated strength. chef’s kiss. 💋🤌And don’t even get me started on his voice! It’s like honey and starlight had a love child; he’s a dream boat, I class him as my fictional hubby 😉🫶✨

how would the elves react to this?

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Elrond Version below. (You and Elrond well secret have a crush but either of you acted till now.)

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

✶ The great hall hummed with life, the warmth of firelight and the soft buzz of conversation filling the space. Outside, the cold winter night pressed against the stone walls, but inside, the atmosphere was inviting and alive, the scent of spiced wine and roasting meats mingling with the laughter of guests. You and Elrond had settled into a quieter corner, where the voices around you seemed distant, a mere background to your animated conversation. Your hands moved in an endless stream of gestures, your words flowing freely as you wove stories, jokes, and observations into the air between you. Elrond, ever the listener, had always appreciated the way your voice danced with excitement. But tonight, something was different. His mind, so usually sharp and present, was slipping away from the conversation, drawn instead to the subtle, almost unnoticed mistletoe hanging above the archway nearby. It swayed gently in the flickering light, a quiet, beckoning reminder of tradition. Elrond’s gaze flickered to it again, and his heart stuttered. Mistletoe.

✶ He nodded every so often, murmuring a soft “mm-hmm” or “indeed” to feign attentiveness, but in truth, his focus had long since wandered. His attention drifted to the soft glow of the mistletoe. Elrond’s thoughts raced. Should he say something? Could he? He had spent countless moments by your side, always holding himself back. You were his friend, his confidant, and yet there was something more—something he had never dared to voice aloud. Tonight, though, with the mistletoe above and the warmth of the hall around you, he wondered: What if I kissed you? The idea seized him, unbidden but persistent. Would you pull away? Would it ruin what you already shared? He wasn’t one to act impulsively, but tonight… tonight, the temptation was almost too much. His gaze drifted from the mistletoe back to you. You hadn’t noticed his internal struggle, too absorbed in your own thoughts and stories. Your words tumbled on, each sentence more animated than the last, your eyes alight with enthusiasm as you spoke. Elrond tried to focus on what you were saying, but his attention kept slipping back to you. The way your voice filled the space, the way your laughter wrapped around him, drawing him in deeper. Every gesture you made, every word that slipped from your lips, seemed to only heighten the ache in his chest.

✶ You were so close, your presence warm and inviting, and Elrond found himself wondering how you would respond if he leaned in, if he finally crossed that line between friendship and something more. His breath hitched as his hand subtly shifted closer to yours, the idea of touching you setting his heart racing. He tried to tell himself that this was foolish, that he was overthinking it, but no matter how much he told himself to focus, his thoughts kept circling back to the same question: Should I kiss you? “Elrond?” Your voice, sharp and clear, pierced through his thoughts. He blinked, suddenly realizing he hadn’t heard a word you had just said. His mind scrambled to catch up, but there was no denying it now—he’d missed everything.

✶ “Are you even listening?” you teased, tilting your head slightly with a playful smirk. The flush creeping onto his cheeks didn’t escape your notice, and his distracted gaze and stiff posture gave him away. Elrond was flustered, and it was obvious. Straightening up, Elrond tried to recover, his eyes flickering between yours in a desperate search for something to latch onto. “Of course,” he replied smoothly, though the heat in his cheeks betrayed him. He had to make it seem like he was still in control, but his words felt hollow as they left his lips. You had caught him, and there was no hiding it now. You leaned in just a little closer, the mischievous glint in your eyes only sharpening. “Really?” you asked, the teasing tone in your voice thick with playful challenge. “What did I say?”

✶ For a heartbeat, Elrond froze. His mind scrambled to find an answer, but the conversation was a blur, the details slipping through his fingers like sand. He looked around for anything to cling to—something that might sound convincing—when his gaze fell on the festive surroundings: the garlands, the ribbons, the warmth of the gathering. The decorations, he thought. That’ll work. “Elrond?” You prompted again, your eyes twinkling with amusement as he struggled. You were enjoying this, and you were sure he could feel the weight of your gaze sharp on him “Umm…” Elrond cleared his throat, his mind still racing for something to make sense of it all. “The… um… decorations?” he stammered, cringing internally. The decorations? Really? “Yes, the decorations! They’re… very festive. The garlands, and ribbons, and… the atmosphere? Very… festive, yes.”

✶ His words were so disjointed, it felt as though the entire world had tilted off-balance. He could feel the flush creeping deeper, his heart sinking with each passing moment. I can’t believe I’m doing this, he thought. The more he tried to explain, the more his words felt like they were slipping out of his control. You let out a soft laugh, the sound warm and teasing, but there was something more to it, something knowing in your eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him, clearly amused at how easy it was to catch him off guard. “Decorations?” you repeated, as though trying to wrap your mind around the absurdity of it. “Really, Elrond? You’re telling me you’ve been listening to all that, and that’s what stood out to you? Garlands and ribbons?”

✶ His heart was racing for reasons he didn’t fully understand—embarrassment, confusion, and something else, something deeper. The playful teasing in your voice didn’t help him at all. He could feel your gaze on him, sharp and probing, and it made him feel as though you could see straight through him. His tongue felt tied. What could I even say? The kiss, the longing, the tension that had built up between you, all of it seemed so close now. He had almost said it, had almost made that leap—but now, all he could manage was a stuttered excuse. You watched him, enjoying the way his composure faltered. There was something about catching him off guard that sparked a flutter of excitement in your chest. His attempt to pass off the decorations as the thing that had caught his attention was almost too perfect. It was clear—he hadn’t been listening to you at all, and yet here he was, fumbling over the simplest of answers. His words stumbled, disjointed and unsure, and it made you want to press just a little harder.

✶ “So, all that talk about ribbons and garlands, and you’re still thinking about them?” You leaned in closer, your voice dripping with a teasing warmth. “You’re really going to try to pass that off as a proper answer?” It felt like power, but there was something else beneath it too, something softer. You could see the frustration in his eyes, the way he avoided meeting your gaze now, and it made your heart skip a beat. There was more to Elrond than he let on, and you were beginning to realize just how much he might be hiding. From you—and from himself. Elrond, meanwhile, felt the weight of your teasing press down on him. You could see it, couldn’t you? He couldn’t hide his thoughts from you—not this time. And maybe he didn’t want to. He opened his mouth to speak again, but the words eluded him. Should he say something about how he felt? Should he finally let go of the fear that had been gnawing at him all night? The kiss. What if I just kissed you now? But his mind was a whirlwind, and before he could act on the urge, his thoughts were drowned out by the lingering question that had been haunting him all evening: Should I kiss you? The words were hanging in the air between you both, and with every second that passed, it was becoming harder to ignore them.

✶ Without another thought, Elrond leaned forward, closing the gap between you with a decisive yet gentle movement. You continued speaking, unaware of his intentions, lost in the flow of your words. His hand brushed lightly against yours, grounding him in the present. He could feel the warmth of your skin, the subtle connection as his fingers made the faintest contact with yours, sending a ripple of electricity through his chest. The touch made him realize how much he had been longing for something more, something deeper, and he couldn’t wait any longer. His breath caught as he watched you, still oblivious to his inner turmoil, your voice filling the space between you. He knew he couldn’t hold back anymore.

✶ You began to speak again, unaware of the storm of emotions swirling within him, but before you could form another sentence, Elrond silenced you with a kiss—a kiss that was sudden, but soft and sure. It was a break in the endless flow of conversation, a pause that felt like time itself had slowed down just for the two of you. His lips met yours with a delicate pressure, as though testing the waters. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the feel of your lips, warm and welcoming, against his. His hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw, grounding him in the moment. The softness of your skin under his touch made his heart race, and he deepened the kiss slowly, carefully—unsure of what you might do, yet unable to stop himself.

✶ When you didn’t pull away, when you softened into the kiss, something inside Elrond snapped. It was as though every unspoken thought, every hesitant longing he had carried for so long, was suddenly allowed to rush forward. His heart surged as the kiss deepened, more confident now, slow and deliberate, with the weight of everything he hadn’t yet said. It was as though his lips were speaking the words he couldn’t quite form. The kiss felt like an answer to the unspoken question that had hovered between you both for what felt like an eternity. The tension, the longing, everything that had been building between you evaporated in that moment. You melted into the kiss, your hand instinctively reaching up to touch his arm, feeling the warmth of him beneath your fingertips. Every kiss, every movement, felt like an exploration, as though neither of you knew where it would lead, but you both wanted to find out. It was a kiss that said more than words ever could, a kiss that was at once tentative and full of yearning, quiet yet full of promise. Elrond felt your breath against his lips, your warmth filling him with a sense of peace he hadn’t known he needed. When the kiss finally broke, he pulled back just enough to catch his breath, but his forehead remained pressed gently against yours, as if he couldn’t bear to be too far from you.

✶ You stared at him, wide-eyed, caught between surprise and something softer, something unspoken yet undeniably clear. Elrond’s heart raced as he searched your face for any hint of what you were feeling. His pulse thundered in his ears as he waited for your reaction. The silence stretched between you, thick with emotion, and for a moment, neither of you seemed to know what to say. Finally, you whispered his name, the sound soft and breathless. “Elrond…” His heart stuttered at the way his name passed your lips, and he looked at you with a gentle, almost apologetic smile. A light flush colored his cheeks, and he cleared his throat, his voice dropping to a low, warm murmur. “Forgive me,” he said, the teasing glint in his eyes softening, “but you weren’t giving me much of a chance to speak.” You blinked in disbelief, a faint laugh escaping your lips. Your mouth opened slightly as if trying to process his words, before another soft laugh bubbled up, catching you by surprise. “Wait—so you kissed me to stop me from talking?” you asked, amusement flickering in your gaze. Elrond chuckled, the corners of his mouth lifting into a playful smile. “Perhaps,” he said, his tone light but sincere, “but in truth, it was long overdue.”

✶ Your heart fluttered at the warmth in his voice, the sincerity behind the playful words. For the first time, you became aware of the mistletoe hanging above you both, the realization slowly dawning on you. A grin tugged at the corners of your lips as you looked up at it, then back at him. “Oh,” you murmured, your eyes sparkling with amusement. “So that’s what you’ve been thinking about all this time?” Elrond glanced up at the mistletoe, his eyes following the soft, green sprigs that hung above you both, before returning to you. His voice was steady, though there was a hint of vulnerability in it that contrasted with the lightness of his words. “I might have been,” he admitted, his gaze locking with yours. “Though, truthfully, I haven’t been able to think about much else when I’m with you.”

✶ Your heart skipped a beat at the quiet sincerity of his words. For a moment, you were speechless—an unusual occurrence for you, to be sure. But there was something about the honesty in his eyes, the depth of his feelings, that left you breathless. When you finally found your voice again, it came out softer, tinged with playful teasing. You leaned in slightly, just enough to close the distance between you. “Well,” you murmured, your lips curling into a teasing smile, “if that’s the case, you might as well kiss me again. Just to make sure I’ve properly stopped talking, of course.” Elrond’s eyes sparkled with both amusement and warmth, and his smile widened as he leaned closer. His hand found yours once more, fingers threading with yours as he moved in. “Gladly,” he whispered, his voice warm, the words filled with both humor and something deeper, something more sincere. Without hesitation, his lips found yours again.

✶ This time, the kiss was different—more assured, more confident. The hesitation had melted away, replaced by a certainty that had been brewing for far too long. The kiss was slow and deliberate, deeper than before, carrying with it the weight of everything unspoken between you. It was a promise, a vow, one that echoed in the way his lips pressed firmly against yours, as though he never wanted to pull away. Your arms wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him closer as the kiss continued, lingering and full of meaning. The world outside seemed to disappear once more, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the softness of his kiss, a shared moment of connection and understanding.

✶ When the kiss finally broke, Elrond pulled back just enough to look at you, his breath soft against your lips. He smiled, a gentle and sincere expression that made your heart swell. “I think I could get used to this,” he said, his voice soft and full of warmth. You smiled back, your heart full of something unspoken, something deep. Your voice was teasing, but there was a warmth to it that matched his. “I think I could, too,” you replied. The bond between you had deepened in that kiss, forged in the lingering sweetness of the moment and sealed beneath the mistletoe. There was a promise in the air, a silent vow of more to come. And in that quiet, shared space, you both knew it was only the beginning.

Bonus - funny but romantic

✶ Elrond’s smile lingered on his lips as he gazed at you, the shared moment between you both settling in the air. The soft warmth of his touch still lingered on your skin, and the unspoken bond felt stronger than ever. He continued to hold your hand, his gaze full of tenderness, but there was an undeniable spark in his eyes—a glimmer of mischief, of something deeper. His fingers gently traced the back of your hand, as though he couldn’t quite bear to stop touching you. You were lost in the quiet intimacy of the moment, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you met his gaze. The space between you felt electric, charged with the weight of everything unsaid, everything you both shared.

✶ You leaned in slightly, eyes twinkling with playful challenge, your voice soft yet filled with a teasing edge. “Well,” you murmured, lips curving into a smile, “another one?” Elrond’s breath caught, and before he could respond, you were already moving in, closing the distance between you once more. He didn’t resist this time. His lips met yours eagerly, but as the kiss deepened, you leaned in more, pushing gently against his chest, encouraging him to lean back. Elrond, caught off guard by your sudden shift in momentum, lost his balance and was pulled back in his chair, the both of you tumbling to the floor in a soft heap. For a moment, neither of you moved, your bodies tangled, laughter spilling from your lips as you found yourselves on the floor. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you close as the kiss continued. The world outside, the uncertainty, the quiet hum of reality—all of it faded as the warmth between you both deepened, just like before. Only this time, there was no hesitation, no holding back.

✶ Elrond looked up at you, still catching his breath, a gentle chuckle escaping his lips as he gazed at you with affection. "Well, that wasn't exactly what I had planned," he murmured, his voice warm and playful, as his hand brushed a lock of hair from your face. You smiled down at him, your heart racing, but the lightness of the moment carried you both forward. "Maybe you should stop planning then," you teased, your eyes sparkling with amusement and affection. "I think I like this spontaneous side of you." He chuckled softly, pulling you closer, his lips finding yours again, this time with a renewed sense of certainty. As you melted into the kiss once more, neither of you could deny that this moment, however unexpected, was exactly where you both were meant to be.

[dipplinduo]

OHHHHH MYYYYY GOSSHHHHHHHHH

An ANIMATIC?!?;?; 😭💛💛

I am genuinely SO blown away I cannot believe you did this in general but the fact you also did it on a phone too??? Omg, I can't even imagine how tedious all of this was????! THANK YOU??? THIS IS AMAZING IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE AND IS SO BEAUTIFULLY EXPRESSED???! 😭💛💛💛

YOU ARE PHENOMENAL 💛💛💛💛

animatic for s&s d!

This is an animatic I made for @dipplinduo because when ttpd came out we agreed that I can fix him (no really I can) is SO juliana coded in s&s d’s current dynamic!! 

I put in Arven and nemona for the beginning (bc clearly they do NAWT trust our edge lord 😞) and then Carmine and drayton because those two are most adamant on helping Kieran. 

It’s not very good because 1. It’s drawn on a phone and 2. Ive never animated before but yaa I hope you enjoy

[in-kaeya-we-thrust]

Iruma?? Straight?? Bro's other self is literally a female icon. Irumeanie is just *chef's kiss🤌✨