Summary: Rumors about him and another girl are circling around so when they see your profile and see how he's following you and liking all your post it leaves them wondering.
Includes: really just fluff. Images that are not mine!
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Soccernews: Rumors have it that Natalia Shandle and Kenan Yildiz have been seeing each other for quite some time now. They have been seen reportedly out at restaurants together having one on one dates. What do you think?
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summary: you outsmart the sidemen hide-and-seek with Harry’s help authors note: this has been in my drafts since the vid came out but i made it so harry’s hiding as well and not seeking warnings: swearing, arguing, competitiveness (if that’s even a word), lying, chaos
The cameras are already rolling when you step into frame, the familiar chaos buzzing through the massive warehouse as voices overlap and people shove each other playfully out of the way. The building feels impossibly big, concrete stretching out in every direction, metal staircases twisting upward, shadows clinging to corners that look perfect for disappearing. You hover close to Harry without even realising it, your shoulder brushing his arm as the group forms a loose line.
He notices immediately.
“You good” he murmurs, head tilted toward you.
You nod even though your stomach is flipping. “I feel like I am about to embarrass myself in front of millions of people.”
He smiles like that is the funniest thing you could have said. “You will be fine. And even if you are not, it will be funny.”
You elbow him lightly and he laughs, slipping his hand into yours just out of view of the camera. The touch steadies you instantly.
Vik claps his hands loudly. “Alright everyone. Today we are doing ultimate hide and seek.”
Groans ripple through the group.
“Why do we keep doing this” someone complains.
“This place is terrifying” someone else adds.
“I am not crawling again” another says firmly.
Vik continues explaining the rules while the cameras move closer. One person hides at a time. The rest of the Sidemen are seekers. If you are found you are out. Longest hider wins. You swallow.
Harry squeezes your hand. “You will smash this.”
“You are literally hunting me” you whisper.
He smirks. “I am hunting everyone else. You are under my protection.”
You look at him. “That does not sound fair.”
He leans closer, voice low. “Lifes not fair.”
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10
The buzzer sounds and your turn to hide comes quicker than you expect. Adrenaline slams into your chest as you sprint away from the starting point, footsteps echoing behind you. The warehouse feels even bigger when you are alone, every sound amplified, every shadow threatening to give you away. You duck down a narrow corridor, then another, heart pounding so hard you are sure the microphones will pick it up. You slide behind a stack of crates and force yourself to breathe quietly.
The seekers spread out almost immediately.
Footsteps. Voices. Laughter.
You hear Harry before you see him.
“Right I am telling you now she is not hiding anywhere obvious” he says loudly. “She knows better than that.”Your breath catches. Someone scoffs. “You say that because you know where she is.”
Harry laughs. “If I knew where she was do you think I would tell you lot.” They move on.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 5:20
You stay perfectly still, counting your breaths, until the footsteps fade. Minutes crawl by. You move slowly, carefully, inching toward a metal staircase you spotted earlier. You climb it silently and slip into a shadowed platform above the main floor, crouching behind a thick ventilation unit. From up here you can see everything.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 25:12
The Sidemen fan out below, checking corners, opening doors, shouting accusations. Harry moves differently from the others. Less rushed. More deliberate. He blocks sightlines casually, stands in doorways too long, laughs and distracts when someone gets close to your area. At one point Ethan starts heading toward the stairs.
Harry immediately steps in front of him. “Why are you going up there. She is not stupid enough to go high.” You clamp a hand over your mouth to stop smiling.
Ethan hesitates. “You sure” Harry nods easily. “One hundred percent. She hates heights.” You do not. Ethan turns away and you let out a silent breath of relief.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 30:10
Time stretches. Sweat trickles down your spine. Your legs ache from crouching but you do not move. Voices grow louder as frustration sets in.
“She has to be somewhere”
“There are no places left”
“This is ridiculous”
Harry’s voice cuts through the noise. “Or she is just better than all of you.”
Eventually someone gets found and cheers erupt. Then another. Then another. One by one the group drops out until only a couple of names are left.Including yours.Harry looks up at the catwalk for half a second. Not directly at you. Just enough.You know he is checking.He nods once and looks away.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 1:28:17
The final seeker storms around, swearing loudly, opening every door again.
“She cannot still be hiding” he shouts.
Harry shrugs. “Maybe you lot are just bad at this.”
Seconds tick by. Your heart is in your throat. Then the buzzer sounds.For a moment there is silence.Then shouting.
“No way”
“You are joking”
“That is mad”
You climb down slowly, legs shaking as you step into view. Cameras swing toward you immediately. The group surrounds you in disbelief.
“Where the hell were you” someone demands.
Harry grins like he has won himself, pulling you into his side. “Told you she would win.”
Your adrenaline crashes all at once and you laugh breathlessly, gripping his hoodie. “I thought I was going to die up there” you whisper.
He leans down, voice soft just for you. “You did so good.” The cameras catch him kissing the top of your head and the crew makes noise immediately.
“Aww”
“Thats cheating man”
“That explains everything”
Harry just laughs, arm firm around you. “Stay mad.”
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 1:48:39
The video wraps not long after, laughter echoing through the warehouse as crew start packing up. When the noise finally fades you sit together on a crate near the edge of the building, the adrenaline slowly leaving your body. “That was genuinely terrifying” you say.
He smiles at you, softer now that the cameras are gone. “I knew you could do it.”
where her students discover that kenan is her fiancé
pairing: kenan yildiz x teacher reader!
a/n: i want to thank 🪐 anon, you helped me improve this story haha but a few years ago i wrote a story similar to this one with ben chilwell, but those were pandemic times :/ unfortunately i no longer have the original post, but rewriting it was really cool.
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The mayor decided to hold classes remotely for a day due to an event that would leave the streets of Turin busy. You don't mind teaching and being at home, and the children wouldn't mind changing for one day either, in fact they are curious. When they received the news that they would have online classes, they shared loud and clear that they wanted to see what your house was like.
"I'll only show you my house if you show yours."
You made your 9 year old students laugh.
The office on the third floor of your house was made for events like this. In fact, you teach Italian classes remotely to people from all over the world. However, a leak must leave the space closed. And today, you will have to teach on the kitchen counter.
"Kenan, love. It'll take me an hour in the kitchen, if you need anything, text me."
Your fiancé appeared in the room, he seemed to be looking for something.
"It's okay, I won't bother you."
Yildiz gave you a kiss on the cheek after grabbing a drink from the fridge and going up to his room, he intended to make the most of his day off from training. Since he couldn't stay with you, he decided to watch whatever was on TV.
"Signora, your kitchen is very beautiful." Your student's high-pitched voice was the first thing you heard when you entered the virtual classroom.
"Thank you, Amelia." You smiled at the screen. "I'm glad to see you guys with the camera on, I thought you guys would be embarrassed."
"You said you would only show us your house if we showed us ours."
"You guys really took this seriously." You chuckled subtly. "But come on, we have to start studying."
You heard countless sounds of children snorting, which made you laugh out loud. They turned on the microphone just to do that.
"You guys are very lazy. But don't worry, we're just going to practice what we saw in class yesterday."
Out of the corner of your eye you quickly saw a figure pass by. Which made you jump back slightly. It was Kenan, he looked at you with an awkward smile.
"I forgot my cell phone." He whispered, but not quietly enough.
"How is there with you, Signora?"
His gaze was divided between the computer screen and Kenan smiling embarrassedly, knowing he couldn't be there.
"Stop taking care of your teacher's life."
Someone who shared the same room as one of the children, screamed.
"Oh my God." Your student said as he kept his eyes peeled for Kenan's figure passing behind you trying not to be seen, "Kenan Yildiz. Do you live with Kenan Yildiz?"
The children began to talk together, some wondering who Kenan was and others almost crying.
You turned your head back a little to look at Kenan. "Sorry." He mumbled.
You gave the Turkish man a reassuring smile. "It's okay."
Not enough reason to be mad at Yildiz. You knew that the kids would find out sooner or later that Kenan was your fiancé. In fact, you don't know how they didn't find out before, your photos wearing the Juve jersey at the stadium on match days appear on several gossip portals.
You reached out to gently pull Yildiz by the sleeve of the long shirt he was wearing. Seeing the children's reaction to seeing him up close made you laugh out loud, again.
"I want you to meet someone very special to me." You saw Kenan's cheeks flush "My fiancé."
"I can't believe my favorite teacher is engaged to my favorite player."
"Kenan please, come visit us at school."
Like you, Kenan laughed at their reaction. What’s more, he felt proud knowing that the children felt so much affection for you. Seeing you becoming a teacher, as you always dreamed of, makes Yildiz feel happy.
"I'll visit you only if you pay attention in class today, okay?"
Total silence. The children just nodded.
"Great. I'll leave you guys alone now." He walked away smiling and waving at the computer camera. "Love you, good job." You read his lips and blew a kiss in his direction.
Your students were in awe, you laughed at their reaction after Yildiz's cameo. They couldn't believe.
"I can't believe my teacher is Kenan Yildiz's fiancée."
The days passed, and they couldn't get Kenan out of their heads. You even tried to get Kenan to come to a cultural event that was going to be held at the school, but the busy schedule didn't allow them to go.
But Kenan was eager to meet the school, the staff, and the kids. After all, you always speak so highly of them. Why wouldn't he enjoy meeting the people you like?
And it was on a random Thursday that he decided to pick you up at the school where you teach. Kenan arrived a few seconds before the bell rang and the children were released. He was outside the car, leaning on the side of the vehicle and smiling as he watched you say goodbye to the students.
"Miss, your fiancé is here." One of the girls warned you and you saw him waving as you looked up.
The children crowded around you. "Call him to come here, please." The sly voice made you smile and do as asked.
Yildiz was happy when he saw you waving, calling him to come in. And he promptly followed towards you.
He was hugged by several children, even those who weren't even his students. He looked at you with a smile that took up almost his entire face.
can you write someone about kenan being shirtless after the game because he switched shirts and everybody sees the scratches on his back from his girl
Marked Him Up Real Good
Pairing: Kenan Yıldız x Reader
Content Warning: Post-match thirst, visible scratch marks, teasing teammates, possessive & smug Kenan, implied smut, dominant/submissive tension, mutual obsession
Word Count: ~2k
Kenan hadn’t meant to cause a scene.
But the second he peeled off his shirt after the final whistle and handed it to the defender he’d just danced circles around, everything shifted. Cameras didn’t just follow him; they stayed on him. The whole stadium seemed to take a breath as his bare back came into view.
And so did the scratches.
Red, raw, and unforgiving, they curled over his shoulder blades and dragged downward, clear and brazen under the floodlights. Angry, perfect lines left by someone who had no interest in being gentle. Someone who had dug her nails into him as he fucked her slow and deep, like she wanted the whole damn city to know who he belonged to.
The silence didn’t last.
“Yo!” One of the subs called out from the sideline, already grinning. “Someone’s girl got claws.”
Kenan didn’t turn. Just kept jogging down the tunnel, heat still thrumming through his veins from the win, his lips curving into the laziest smirk imaginable.
Another voice, closer. “You sure you don’t need the medical team for that, bro?”
He shrugged as he walked, jacket slung over one shoulder but still not on. Let them look. Let the world see what you did to him. He liked the sting. Liked remembering your thighs locked around his waist, your voice cracking as you pulled him closer and begged him not to stop.
It wasn’t the first time you’d marked him up like that. But it was the first time the cameras caught it.
And he didn’t regret it for a second.
The teasing kept going in the locker room. Players made mock scratching gestures. Staff offered him ointment. Someone even tried to hand him a bandage. Kenan just laughed them off, towel slung low around his hips as he scrolled through the early social media reactions.
Screenshots. Zoom-ins. TikToks with slow-motion replays of the exact moment he turned and the scratches appeared. Thirst tweets and edits that would make your face burn. He found one that captioned the clip with “he’s not single. she owns him.” and saved it to his camera roll.
They weren’t wrong.
He got home past midnight, exhausted but still buzzing, and you were on the couch in one of his oversized hoodies, phone glowing in your hand. The second you saw him, you bit your lip.
You didn’t even say hi.
“They saw,” you whispered, voice small.
He closed the door behind him and locked it. “Everyone.”
You buried your face in your hands. “I didn’t mean to scratch you that bad. I really didn’t.”
“You did.” His voice was amused, low and rough in the best way. “And it was perfect.”
You peeked through your fingers. He was still shirtless, just his jacket hanging open, faint red marks still angry and visible on his back.
Your face flushed. “They’re gonna talk about it all week…”
“I want them to.”
You blinked. “What?”
He crossed the room in two slow steps, kneeling in front of the couch and pulling you into his lap like you weighed nothing. His hands slipped under the hoodie, warm and heavy on your waist.
“I want them to see what you do to me.”
You couldn’t breathe. His voice was that low, that sure, that possessive. Like he didn’t care about anything else but letting the world know who had their hands on him the night before.
“I saw the tweets,” you said quietly, heart racing. “They’re going feral.”
“Good. Let them wonder what you sound like when you put those marks on me.”
Your whole body lit up.
“I want them to look at me,” he whispered, “and know I belong to someone who ruins me.”
You squirmed against him, and he didn’t hesitate. His grip tightened, his mouth brushed your neck, his breath hot against your skin.
“You gonna scratch me up again?” he murmured.
You nodded fast, eyes fluttering shut.
“When?”
You swallowed. “Now.”
He picked you up without a word and carried you to the bedroom, hoodie slipping higher with every step. He tossed you gently onto the bed, eyes dark and gleaming.
No lights, just the hallway glow. Just enough to see your flushed cheeks and bare thighs as he stripped off his sweatpants and climbed over you.
Hands up, he ordered softly.
You obeyed.
He peeled the hoodie off you slowly, like unwrapping something he’d been craving for hours. His lips found the bruises he’d left the night before, kissing each one like a thank-you.
He worshipped you for hours.
And you left new scratches. Deeper ones. Ones that would still be visible next week.
The next morning, you sat on the bathroom counter brushing your teeth while he stood shirtless at the sink beside you. Your eyes drifted to his back.
He caught you in the mirror.
Proud of yourself? he asked, smirking.
You pretended to roll your eyes, but you were grinning.
So when he walked into training that afternoon still refusing to wear an undershirt and letting the new marks peek out again, no one was surprised. Not even the cameras.
For months, fans had gotten used to seeing you at every Juventus match. You were part of the routine: sitting in the family section, clapping nervously whenever Kenan touched the ball, beaming when he scored.
But then, suddenly, you weren’t there.
When Juventus played away, your seat was empty. Photos circulated quickly.
“Where’s his wife?”
“She’s literally at every game, something must be wrong.”
“Don’t tell me they're divorced??”
“Maybe they are having an issue bts”
Speculation ran wild. By the time the final whistle blew, TikTok edits were already trending with captions like ‘Kenan without her support’. Kenan, of course, brushed it off when asked post-match, saying only: “She couldn’t be here today, but she’s always with me.”
The following week at Allianz Stadium, you returned. Walking in quietly, scarf wrapped around your neck, you slipped into your usual spot. But this time, something was different.
Your fitted shirt curved gently around your stomach a small but very real baby bump.
The cameras didn’t miss it. Within minutes, the big screen flashed your image, and the entire stadium buzzed. Some fans gasped, others cheered, and almost instantly, social media lit up:
“WAIT SHE’S PREGNANT???”
“Kenan’s gonna be a dad omg 😭”
“So THIS is why she wasn’t at the last game.”
When Kenan jogged out for warm-ups, he spotted you almost instantly. His eyes flicked down, caught the bump, then lifted to meet your smile. For a second, he froze before breaking into the widest grin, shaking his head in disbelief like he couldn’t believe the secret was finally out.
Juventus won that night, and instead of his usual celebration, Kenan pointed straight to you in the stands. Then he pressed his palm over his stomach, a quiet but powerful gesture that made the entire crowd roar even louder.
Later, when the match photos hit the internet, fans went crazy over the sight of him with his hand on his stomach.
“DAD MODE ACTIVATED 😭🫶”
“Kenan Yildiz is scoring goals and life goals.”
And you, You sat there with your hand resting protectively on your bump, heart swelling at the way your husband made sure the world knew, this was the start of your little family.
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Summary: Lando's girlfriend has an unconventional means of a physical touch love language but he's learned to live with it and at this point he wouldn't accept her love in any other form.
Highkey sleep!reader x sleepy!reader
Word count: 1.2k
Y/n is practically itching to touch Lando, her hand flexing from not touching him like she's withdrawing from him.
She almost trips getting into the apartment and seeing him lying asleep on the sofa.
"Baby." Y/n whispers in relief before she manages to shift and move to sit with him, shifting him to lie across her lap as she turns on the tv and slowly slides her hand down his stomach making him sigh and move a little to give her easier access as he stirs before settling again at the feeling of her hand pressing against his skin, just on the squishy skin around the base of his dick.
Some, in fact nearly all, men would think that y/n is teasing him or going to wake him up with her hand around his dick.
But no for some reason y/n just like to touch him there, she doesn't always do it so consciously but Lando would say unless they're up and walking or it's really impossible to hide the fact she's touching him. Then y/n has her hand tucked in his trousers.
His lips twitch into a smile for a moment before he drifts asleep again knowing y/n isn't bothered if he's sleeping, she just likes being there with him.
Y/n's fingers gently move brushing his skin, his wispy hair under her fingers since Lando has an alarming lack of body hair. Not that she cares but he does laugh a little when she plays with the thin hair so casually.
"Morning, baby." Lando yawns earning a small smile.
"It's nearly 6pm." Y/n states shaking her head at him as his hand moves down to gently rub her forearm that disappears into his pants.
"If I've woken up, it's morning." Lando shrugs continuing to hold her arm in place knowing that she's about to offer food or get up to do something now he's awake.
Though he knows if she worked on instinct rather than rational, she'd never let him move from a position like this. She'd stay like this for days if not weeks. There's nothing that would move her without force. It just brings her peace and he knows it.
"I love you, baby." Lando states loving to watch her get flustered over the words, which seems to happen every time, as if she doesn't casually keep her hand right next to his dick at every given opportunity.
-
With them getting an unexpected month off due to the cancellation of races, Lando decided to use the chance to just get some time in the sun and relax.
"They should cancel races more often." Y/n jokes as she climbs to sit behind Lando and tucks her hand into his waist hand, keeping both hands down his shorts.
"You think?" Lando hums dropping his head back onto her shoulder, closing his eyes, smiling at the feeling of her hands and just her body against his. "Where did you get the habit from?"
"What?" Y/n frowns making him open his eyes, peeking at her. "What habit?"
"Your hands touching there all the time."
"Oh...I don't know I just did it with you that first time and it felt nice." Y/n mumbles the biting her lip for a moment. "I feel different with you to anyone else-everyone else. So I guess it makes sense that my love is communicated differently."
Lando practically melts into y/n, because despite being a man of poor choices of words so frequently. Y/n never fails to say the right thing.
"I think-No, I know, I'm the luckiest man alive to be loved by you." Lando smiles then rubbing his hand over one of hers through his shorts. "Especially for this."
"Maybe we're both really weird." Y/n hums kissing his neck.
"Better than boring." Lando states adjusting his position as they look out at the sun slowly lowering towards the horizon over the water.
"That's true."
-
Y/n is curled up on the private jet seat, having opted to nap while Lando plays poker with some of his friends since he's bringing Max and some others from Quadrant to Miami.
Lando eventually gets sick of losing and moves over to y/n lifting her sleeping body up from her seat before sitting down and holding her in his lap.
Y/n stirs, eyes peeking open for half a second before closing again as she nuzzles into him, her hand wedging down between them as it slots into place while he grins to himself.
"Did you win?" Y/n murmurs sleepily.
"No. They were cheating." Lando declares boldly watching a smile flicker on her lips.
"How dare they."
"I know. But it gave me a good reason to just come and cuddle with the best person on the plane. I need some y/n love." Lando sighs pulling her a little closer to himself. "You're way better than them anyway."
Y/n hums shifting her hand against him before seeming to completely relax down as her body submits back to sleep and Lando grins down at her.
In truth, at this point her hand being against him is just as much a comfort to him as it is to y/n. Possibly more. Knowing this is a form of showing love that's limited to him makes his chest thump in an unnatural pace but he just can't help but feel so special and giddy about it.
Sometimes he does struggle not to just get instantly hard and the first time y/n did it in a sleepy daze, he didn't know what the hell was going on.
They didn't even talk about it, y/n just kept doing it and eventually Lando realised it was a habit that was going to stick.
He does end up pulling a blanket over them when Max comes over to chat with him while y/n sleeps soundly with her head pressed into his neck and her hand twitching against him while him and Max actually talk about business.
"I really hope the two of you never break up." Max sighs when he finds himself ignored again when Lando pulls her closer and squishes her to himself, actually moving her hand to the other side since he's moved her to a position where her wrist was at a funny angle.
"That's not going to happen." Lando mumbles before readjusting the blanket.
"Good, because I don't think we'd be able to piece you back together after her...You're not using her hand to get off under that blanket are you?" Max questions making Lando roll his eyes.
"No, she just...sleeps with her hand in funny positions and I don't want her to lose circulation. Can we get back to the topic?" Lando sighs then leaning back a little as Max gets back into talking about Quadrant and what they've got planned in Miami.
Warning: making out, neck kisses, suggestive(kinda?)
POV: Ohyul doesn't need words to tell you he's had a long day, he needs your skin against his
Ohyul’s the type where you can feel when he's gone too long without touching you, his presence is heavier.
He stands too close in the kitchen, follows you from room to room, leans in the doorway with his arms crossed but keeps brushing his knuckles against your arm whenever you pass.
When he really needs you, it's not words first, it's his body finding yours
He'll wrap his arms around your waist from behind, bury his face against your neck, and hum this low, almost frustrated sound into your skin.
"Missed you." mumbled so soft you nearly miss it.
His kisses when he's touch-starved? Messy.
Hungry. Like he's trying to drink the air right out of your lungs
He pulls you in by your back, tilts his head just enough to deepen it, and doesn't let you pull away until he's satisfied, which is never after just one.
He's got this habit of holding the back of your neck when you kiss, warm and steady, thumb rubbing absent circles into your skin like he's grounding himself
Neck kisses? Loves giving them. He doesn't just peck, he kisses, warm breath and slow presses of his mouth, sometimes dragging his teeth gently over your skin just to feel you shiver.
The little smirk after is entirely intentional
When he's in cling mode, he's tactile in ways that feel casual but are desperate, palm on your thigh under the table, an arm slung over your shoulders even if it's awkward, arms around your waist early in the morning as you make breakfast.
After a long day, he comes home and drops everything just to crowd you up against the nearest wall or counter.
He's not even trying to be sexy, he just needs you close now. big hands holding your hips like hes afraid youll vanish.
In bed, when he's touch starved, it's not about anything fast.
He sprawls half on top of you, tucking his face into your collarbone and letting out a sigh that's way too heavy for a man his size.
He'll stay like that until your shirt is damp from his breathin
He's shameless about it too, will straight up pull you into his lap mid conversation, arms wrapped tight around your waist, and keep talking to whoever else is in the room like nothing's unusual.
The longer he goes without your touch, the more he seeks it without asking, his hands drift to your face when you're talking, thumb tracing over your cheekbone, fingers brushing along your jaw like he's trying to memorize the shape of you.
He doesn't just hug, he engulfs.
Whole body pressed to yours, arms locked around you, chin hooked over your shoulder.
It's warm and heavy and absolutely impossible to move away from until he decides to let go
Sometimes, when you're doing something else and ignoring him, he'll just hook an arm around your waist, haul you into his lap, and mutter,
"Needed you," like that explains everything.
And it kind of does.
my nose is bleeding just from imagining him being this needy…anyway hope you guys enjoying thiss
ᓚᘏ𑄝 plug!choso rewards his favorite buyer with sideways fūcking.
cw. shotgun makeout, substance usage, 18+ mdni.
choso’s got you tucked against his chest, both of you sprawled sideways on the unmade bed. sheets tangled around your ankles, air thick with the sweet-sharp scent of weed and sex.
he’s inside you already — slow, lazy thrusts that don’t really build toward anything urgent. just deep enough to keep you full, to make your breath hitch every time he rolls his hips forward. one of his thick arms is hooked under your knee, holding your leg up and open so he can slide in at that perfect angle that hits soft and steady.
his other hand cradles the back of your neck like you’re fragile. thumb brushing the short hairs there while he takes another long pull from the joint pinched between his fingers.
smoke curls out of his mouth when he finally exhales, but he doesn’t blow it away.
instead he dips his head, lips brushing yours — not quite a kiss yet. just close enough that you part instinctively.
“open,” he murmurs, voice gravel-low.
you do.
he shotguns the smoke straight into your mouth, warm and hazy, tasting faintly of him. you inhale it slow, let it fill your lungs while he watches your throat work. his cock twitches inside you at the sight.
“good girl,” he breathes against your lips.
then he’s kissing you properly — sloppy, unhurried. tongue sliding over yours, chasing the smoke you’re both sharing back and forth until it’s gone and all that’s left is spit and heat.
he rocks into you again. deeper this time. not faster, just… more. enough that your nails dig into the meat of his bicep and a small, helpless sound slips out.
choso groans into your mouth like he feels it in his bones.
he pulls back just enough to take another hit. cheeks hollowing. eyes half-lidded and dark, pupils blown from more than just the high.
this time when he leans in, he doesn’t speak. just seals his mouth over yours and pushes the smoke in with his tongue. you moan around it, swallowing greedily, hips canting back to meet his lazy rhythm.
his free hand drifts down between your bodies. fingertips find your clit — not rubbing, not circling, just pressing. steady pressure while he fucks into you in the same slow drags.
“feel that?” he whispers, lips still touching yours. smoke still clinging to his breath. “how deep i am?”
you nod. can barely think. the weed makes everything soft at the edges, syrupy. every slide of him inside you feels exaggerated, every brush of his fingers electric.
he takes one more hit. holds it. then kisses you open-mouthed again, feeding you the last of the smoke while his hips grind in a slow circle that has you clenching hard around him.
“stay just like this,” he says quietly. voice wrecked. “don’t move. just… take it.”
you do.
he keeps that same lazy pace. shallow, deep, shallow again. thumb still pressed to your clit like an anchor. sharing the last wisps of smoke mouth to mouth until the joint’s burned down to nothing and all that’s left is the wet slide of him inside you, the shared heat between your mouths, and the slow-building ache that neither of you is in a hurry to end.
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the entire internet seems to ship you and finn─except finn is painfully offline, so he doesn't know. you, on the other hand, decide to have a little fun with the rumors.
❪ masterlist. 2.9k words. fluff, co-stars/friends to lovers. cw: alcohol consumption. dedicated to @eviesjournal and the convo we had about how we'd do the famous thing wayyyy better than finn. silly little fic, hope you enjoy! ❫
It was somewhere around three in the morning, and you stared blearily at your screen as the bridge of Ayo Technology by 50 Cent backed a few slowed down, lovingly color-graded clips of you and Finn from an interview on your For You page. At certain angles, it looked like you were kissing.
People surely didn’t lack imagination.
You and Finn had known each other for years. Two awkward tweens when you first met on the set of the first season of Stranger Things, and you’d somehow latched onto each other. That bond only tightened over the years. By the fifth season, ten whole years later, you couldn’t picture your life without his dark and perpetually unruly hair and tall frame draped across your living room couch. There were snacks stolen between takes and clothes migrating from his closet to yours. The comfort of growing up side by side. Best friends was the obvious label. However, the internet had other ideas.
The shipping had started when you were young. You’d always been aware of it, and honestly, you’d found it more funny than anything. (Once, you and Sadie had gone on a deep dive through fanfiction websites with no shame and several shots of tequila. In hindsight, it was one of the best nights of your life. Some people were alarmingly creative.) Still, for reasons completely beyond your comprehension, the intensity of said shipping had skyrocketed in recent months. The onset of season five promo hadn’t helped. Every so often, a TikTok would ambush you, a solemnly narrated analysis of the way Finn looked at you on a red carpet, or the moment you’d collapsed in his arms laughing during an interview. Undeniable proof you’d been married for two years and owned a dog.
Okay, fine. Maybe you did act a little over the top sometimes, but you were both just clingy people. That was just… your thing.
Finn stayed blissfully unaware. You still weren’t sure how someone could be so offline, but one glance at his phone, bereft of social media and needless notifications, told you everything you needed to know. The shipping between was your own little secret (and the rest of the cast and staff, apparently… everyone except his.) You weren’t sure why you kept it that way. You just did.
So it was three in the morning, and yet another edit of you and Finn had crossed your recommended, and tiredness had enough of a hold on you to give you an idea that planted itself as the funniest thing you ever thought of.
After Stranger Things wrapped, it would take an absurd trick of fate for you and Finn to ever land on the same set again. Putting aside the idea twisted your stomach unpleasantly at the thought, the shippers would surely be in mourning, grasping at straws and the last blurry screenshots they could get. You wondered, what better way to thank them for years of unintentional entertainment than to just… fan the flames a little? A simple playful lean into the rumor mill as a send-off?
Honestly, it sounded hilarious.
You’d sent a text to Sadie then. hey, remember the Vanity Fair interview? i’m gonna need us to swap seats during that.
Her reply came fast. what are you plotting, and you could only grin at that.
The day of the interview came. The night before, Finn had slept over like he so often did with his dedicated toothbrush in your bathroom cup and pajamas folded at the end of your bed. It was basically your, plural, apartment. He’d left earlier this morning to get ready, and in his wake he’d forgotten the sweater he’d worn the day before slung over the back of your couch. A sweater you distinctly remembered being photographed on him. Your stylist had not been convinced, but gave up after a bit of verbal wrestling even though she questioned your insistence. You slipped the sweater on, paired it with a nice skirt, and headed off to hair and makeup.
When you arrived at the interview set, Sadie was already seated beside the spot she’d given to you. She zeroed in on the sweater immediately before she looked up at you with amusement dancing across her face.
“Oh, so you’re really doing this,” she laughed.
You nodded with a self-satisfied smile. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. The rest of the cast filtered in soon after, settling into their seats. Caleb shot you a knowing look. “Nice sweater.”
Finn arrived last and sat down beside you without second thoughts. That is, until he glanced over. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as you did your best to keep in your laugh.
“That’s mine,” he intelligently noticed, leaning closer and running the tip of his fingers against the familiar sleeve in disbelief. “That’s the one I left this morning.”
The touch made you shiver, but you masked it with a composed smile. “It is, actually. My stylist thought it’d go well with the outfit. What do you think?”
Either it was a trick of the light, or his pale complexion flushed a darker red. Lips pursed, he nodded. “It looks good. It suits you. You should—uh—you should borrow my stuff more often. The oversized thing, and all, it’s… it’s nice. Y’know.”
“Guys, focus, please! The cameras are rolling!”
The bubble burst and both of you snapped out of it as the interviewer launched into her first question.
Two days later, the interview dropped, and you and Sadie cackled like Salem witches sprawled on her couch as you scrolled through the corner of Twitter dedicated to you and Finn. You tried very hard to ignore the pleasant tug in your chest when someone pointed out how Finn’s gaze seemed fixed on you, and his sweater, the entire time. You quite liked the way he looked at you.
Your little scheme dragged on for a while—months, to be precise, filling the gap between Volume One and Volume Two with ideas you devised during sleepless nights. Sadie contributed when boredom struck her. The next hit was a picture taken at your local coffee shop, one fans had noticed you often went to. Sadie came with you that day, and she just so happened to have a trenchcoat that looked a lot like Finn’s brown one. Like a pair of middle-schoolers, you spent ten minutes arranging her hand just right so it could be his. You posted it to your story with a Beabadoobee song. Subtlety was not the goal. Your notifications blew up right after.
Surprisingly, a reply came from Gaten’s account. whos that lol, the text read. it’s finn btw. i stole gaten’s phone.
You couldn’t help but feel more than a little delighted.
Purely because of the fans’ reactions, of course.
Even though Finn and you had always been touchy, at least with each other, you turned the dial all the way up. In the middle of interviews, you’d lean over to fix his collar or pluck imaginary lint out of his hair. You took an unreasonable amount of pleasure in watching him flush, stumbling all over his words to scroll through the carnage online afterward. According to the internet, you were official now and dropping hints for the fans to pick out.
Nothing could’ve prepared you for Finn deciding to play right back, though.
All of a sudden, he was everywhere in your space. A hand resting casually on your thigh, an arm slung over the back of your chair, his shoulders brushing yours just enough. He started handing you his jackets, teased you more boldly during interviews, his eyes lingered longer… There was the panel incident too, in California, when—
“If I was El,” you’d said into the microphone, emboldened by Millie’s enthusiastic finger-clapping beside you. “I’d totally have broken up with the guy.”
Finn shot you an affronted look while Sadie and Caleb, who shared the panel with you, burst into laughter. He reached over and practically yanked the mic from your hands. “You’re totally exaggerating. Mike’s isn’t that bad, he’s a teenage boy! He’s just confused!”
“All teenage boys are assholes Finn. I’ve been around you wayyyy too much during that part of your life. I’d know.”
“You’re all conspiring against him,” he accused, shaking his head. “That’s what you’re doing.”
“We are not! You’re the one exaggerating now,” you argued back. Sadie leaned forward and cupped her hand around her mouth. “We are!”
Finn turned to you. “Baby, I—”
He couldn’t go any further as the audience erupted into cheers and scandalized oohs. You stumbled over air, your elbow slipping off the armrest and your mouth falling open in shock. Heat rushed up your neck, blooming across your cheeks all the way to the tip of your ears as Finn dropped his gaze, smiling bashfully at the ground. You didn’t miss the quiet laugh he let out when he looked back at you. Mortified, you shot a glance at Sadie, who was wearing the biggest, most unapologetic grin you’d ever seen.
Had she told him about your plan? He would’ve told you… right?
Or did he just want to make this a competition?
Whatever it was, you decided not to let it destabilize you. You swallowed down the blush, placed a hand on his arm as you laughed it off, and pretended you didn’t notice the way Finn’s eyes stayed trained on your fingers.
And it just kept on going. The little touches and comments, the condescending pet names when one of you messed up, or when you’d jokingly fight on set, during events and interviews. What had once been occasional became frequent, so frequent it began bleeding into your private life.
Finn started draping himself over you during movie nights, his arms winding around your waist, his head resting comfortably on your chest while your fingers carded through his hair. You found yourself rummaging through his shirts to wear at home, which he noticed and always complimented your choice. You’d cling to his arm while crossing the street even when you knew there were no paparazzis around. He fixed your hair without asking. You sat next to each other in every interview. The pet names slipped out during breaks on set.
There wasn't anyone to document those domestic instances. And for reasons unknown, you realized you liked it this way. Enjoyed the new pace your relationship with Finn had taken.
Until the wrap-up party.
Ten years of your life. Ten years of care poured into a character sealed shut with the click of a camera. The final day had tasted bittersweet to everyone. Many tears were shed, and your mascara had definitely stained Finn’s sleeve as he held you close. But that could only mean the party, two days after, would be all the more fun—which it was! That was how you all ended up lounging across the floor of Gaten’s apartment, a half-empty bottle of white wine sweating between you. You drank straight from the bottleneck, passing it around in a circle. When the bottle reached Finn, he waved it away, mindful that he was driving you home.
You smiled at him when he handed it to you, holding his gaze as the wine burned sweetly down your throat.
“Man, I’m gonna miss this,” Caleb sighed, staring at the ceiling.
Millie snorted. “It’s not like we’re never going to do this again. We’re not dying.”
“Yeahhhh, but it’s not the same, you know? We were up to so much shit on that set.”
Laughter rippled through the room as memories bubbled up, old and new. You were practically draped against Finn by then, your head near his shoulder as he leaned back against Gaten’s coffee table.
“You’re telling me,” you said fondly.“Remember when Sadie tripped over cables on her first day and fucked up the entire lighting system?”
Sadie gasped in mock outrage, glaring at you while everyone else howled. It took less than two seconds for the group to spiral into recounting every Sadie mishap from the last nine years she’d shared with you. Eventually, she raised her hands, silencing all conversations under amused eyes and pointed directly at you.
“I cannot believe you’re talking all high and mighty,” she started, her eyes gleaming, “when you’ve been doing fan service for the past few months.”
You froze. Behind you, you felt Finn straighten. You shot Sadie a frantic look, slicing a hand through the air in a silent stop, but she only met your gaze with an expression that told you, very clearly, that she knew what she was doing. Or at least, you hoped she did.
“What do you mean?” Finn asked, chuckling nervously.
“Oh, she’s been playing up your friendship because the fanbase has been shipping you two like crazy,” Sadie explained breezily, waving a hand as if she’d been asked about the weather. “It was mostly because we thought it was funny. Also, I gotta say, the fanfictions have really improved since you two started. Huge step up in quality.”
Your stomach was in your feet.
“The fanbase ships us? Together?” Finn asked, incredulous. then turned to you. You had to force yourself to lift your eyes to meet his, but the confusion in them only made you more embarrassed.
“Yeah. Yeah, they do.” You tried to sound as bright as you could as you quickly looked away.
“You didn’t know? Dude, you’re the opposite of chronically online. It’s like you live in a cave,” Gaten laughed, shaking his head. “Reminds me of that whole Sillie thing back in 2019.”
Millie barked out a laugh, brandishing the bottle of white wine. “Oh, that was a fun era.”
The night carried on with the rhythm of stories, but there was now a subtle tension threaded between you and Finn, pulled taut but still refusing to snap. It followed you all the way outside. You’d sobered up by then, the cold night air biting as you tugged your coat tighter around yourself. Finn’s car waited at the curb. You reached for the passenger door handle.
“Hey.”
You turned to see Finn had stopped, his eyes fixed on you.
“Something wrong?” you asked.
He shifted his weight, eyes flicking down and back up again in a shadow of hesitation. “So, all that… you know. The hoodies and the holding hands, that. That was a joke?”
“No,” you said immediately. “It wasn’t—it wasn’t a joke. I just thought it’d be fun to… to kind of pretend that something more was going on for the fans. Give them something, since we won’t really be seen together like this anymore.”
Quieter, you added. “And we won’t be on set together, not like before. If you know what I mean.”
“So you didn’t mean it.”
Confusion twisted your guts as you stared at him. The streetlights cast shadows across his face, blurring his expression far too much for you to make out what it was.
“I don’t know.” You took a deep breath. “Did you want it to mean something?”
A little voice in your chest you didn’t know existed was pleading. Please say yes, please say yes. Finn stepped closer, closing the distance until there was but the smallest space left between your bodies.
“To be honest, I didn’t really know people saw us like that,” he started, burying his hands deeper in the pockets of his jacket. “What I do know, though, was that I had this really stupid crush on you ever since I was, like… twelve. And when you started doing all that, I thought maybe you finally liked me back. Now, I don’t know if you meant any of it, but I—” His lips curved in a nervous smile. “I kinda hope you did.”
Your heart leaped in your chest, as if you’d just jumped off an airplane and your parachute had been delayed. Finn opened his mouth again, probably to backpedal and to reassure you it was fine, that nothing had to change if you didn’t reciprocate, but you didn’t let him. You did reciprocate.
You shut him up before he could speak—grabbing him by the collar of his jacket and kissing him.
His hands found your waist instantly, pulling you closer as he kissed you back, hard and soft all at once. Your arms slid around his neck, fingers tangling in his curls, and you laughed into the kiss when he smiled, which only made him kiss you again, and again, and again.
You finally stopped when your back hit the passenger door, Finn standing in front of you, both a little breathless as you stared at each other with starry eyes.
“And that only took us…. what? Ten years?” you teased.
Finn laughed, dropping his forehead to your shoulder, not forgetting to press a kiss to your neck as he did so. “I’m forever grateful to whoever decided to write fanfictions about us. You have to show them to me now. You’re obligated.”
“And under what obligations?”
“Uh, the fact that I’m literally your boyfriend?”
You chuckled. “Wow. You’re upgrading fast. I can’t believe you—”
He kissed you again, cutting you off, and you forgot whatever you’d been about to say. You liked it better this way.
Your phone buzzed in your jacket pocket, long forgotten, with a text from Sadie you wouldn’t see until the next morning. so are yall together yet me and caleb have a bet going. it’s been nine years.
And a week later, Finn posted on Instagram—not his social media manager, himself, guys! That’s big! It was a grainy film photo of you in his shirt, hair a mess, standing in his kitchen with two coffee mugs and the brightest smile flashed at the camera.
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౨ৎ instead of going on the sim like usual, lando spends his winter break on his fake fanpage account to ragebait his long time online rival, berrypiastri,. however, after seeing your face reveal, he might start rizzbaiting.
౨ৎ lando norris x f!reader, smau, set in the current winter break, enemies to lovers, lando is his own fan, lots of bantering and ragebaiting! fc: yunjin from lsfm
from rianca, leaving u guys with this fic while i prepare for exams ! unfortunately i have a gfx exam that will last me a whole week 😵…
Synopsis: You were both the picture-perfect image of romance in f1, everyone's favourite couple. But then the frame broke, the glass shattered, and all fans could do was speculate and hope for some kind of explanation.
Starring: Sir Lewis Hamilton
Form: SMAU
☀️Sunny says: that this is her first proper LH44 fic. I'm such a fake fan🫤 also, I should really start grammar-checking these more😭 one day, but not today.
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☆ January '26
☆June '25
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f1thealbum 'LOSE MY MIND' OUT NOW! First single from #F1TheMovie #F1TheAlbum 🏎 Special thanks to dojacat and sincerelyn!🏁
user789 no fcking way😦
user987 YN??? as in YN YLN?????
user888 working on Lewis Hamilton's dream project?🧍🏼♀️
user666 the man she was meant to spend forever with? 🧍🏽♂️
user333 the man that she broke up with so abruptly?🧍🏿
user222 no one knows whether she broke up with him or he broke up with her, guys
user111 lewis still holds his stance that the breakup was a mutual and shared decision they both agreed on
user999 and YN has never made her stance clear on any of it😬 as a die-hard YN fan, I don't even think she's answered any questions regarding the breakup TO THIS DAY
user1110 if avoiding the topic of Sir Lewis Hamilton was a sport, YN would be an olympic level athlete😭😭
isackhadjar maman?
kimi.antonelli mamma?
gabrielbortoleto_ mamae?
user456 🍿... sincerelyn
dualipa share the popcorn, man👀 sincerelyn
user456 DUA LIPA???
user345 this is so crazy to me😲
user234 who do I tell about this?!
user1234 can someone explain why this announcement is so groundbreaking🤨it's literally just a song
user677 don't you knw the lore??
user677 Lewis and YN were together for YEARS! literally mama y papa, the epitome of the perfect love story
user566 then they broke up out of literally nowhere
user344 and Lewis only ever talks about YN professionally, while YN always pretends like he doesn't even exist
user211 and YN working on the f1 movie, even if it's only one song, is monumental!
user700 this movie is his baby and he trusted YN enough to be a part of the project??
user400 which says a lot considering the beef
user1234 okay...I see why everyone is making a big deal
user288 is this a sort of peace treaty??
user155 pls be a peace treaty🙏🏼 I want my family back
sincerelyn love ya dojacat
dojacat 😝
user522 why would YN and lewis get back tgther after four years of treating each other like ghosts?
user443 like let's be fr 🙄
user611 and if you aren't watching doja's ig live rn, you're missing out😬😭😭
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h4m1lt0nupdates some stills from the music video of 'LOSE MY MIND' ft Doja Cat by YN YLN. you guys noticed it too, right...👀
ynupdates I thought I was losing my mind!!!
user266 noticed two very beautiful women coming together to make the best song on the F1 movie album?
user177 girl, I could write a whole thesis on what this mv means to the inexplicable beef between Lewis and YN💀
user422 ive lost count of how many times ive watched this mv trying to find a single frame where i can ACTUALLY see YN
user588 dude, YN is literally in it, wdym🤨??
user399 she's in it, but not entirely
user422 user588 there are several moments in the mv where we can completely see doja, but there is never a moment where we can completely see YN
user933 the only part of YN's face that is actually shown in the mv are her eyes
user422 which says a lot because YN is the main artist and doja is just a feature👀
user588 okay so maybe you have a point...
user411 god, these fits from doja are so chefs kiss 🤌
user733 the different helmets that YN wore🫠ugghhhh
user511 all i noticed were two babes on a motorbike👁🫦👁
user855 doja getting to hold onto YN🧍🏾♀️HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM????
user636 she might be a horrible and terrible human being, but good lord doja can bring fire to a track🤷
user188 and she's never had a bad outfit in her entire life
user434 separate the art from the artist or whatever🙄
user776 after doja told the entire world that YN and Lewis still hate each other, this mv really is just salt in my fcking wounds
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variety At the #F1TheMovie premiere in New York City, the stars came out to shine! We're sure you can recognise a few of the familiar faces that came to celebrate the first screening of the highly anticipated Hamilton film👀
user467 damson idris, step into my office🫠
ynupdates lewisyn reunion, but at what cost😭
user312 like am I crazy or were they shooting daggers at each other the whole time😬
h4m1lt0nupdates I was there in person, and you aren't crazy
user379 lewis, we're all so proud of you🫶
kimi.antonelli👏🏻👏🏻
user513 for a second there, I thought lando came out with some secret pregnant gf😭😭
user245 has anyone else seen the video of the artists on the f1 album taking a group photo with lewis?? YN literally slapped his hand off her shoulder😭😭
user967 and then very pointedly walked away from him to stand next to tate
ynmymuse and she plastered the sweetest smile on for the picture😭
user634 where did u guys see this?!
user245 on tiktok user634
ynmymuse user634 @/sunnylovesf1 on tiktok, it's their pinned video!
user634 🏃🏽♂️➡️
jstkeepwtchng TATE TATE TATE🗣🗣🗣🗣
user723 alternative caption variety: first event where a divorced couple has to actually interact with each other: DISASTROUS.
variety thanks!
user723 girl😭💀
user356 it's almost like now that sincerelyn and lewishamilton have to actually be in each other's presence, all bets are off for them
user479 this lewisyn reunion just feels so passive aggressive😭😭I know it's been an awkward few months for everyone around them
mahalia on his album, on his carpet, on his neck
raye let my boy get up😟
jorjasmith_ haunting him in broad daylight
user689 simone ashley my beloved 🧎🏾♀️
user745 #justiceforsimoneashley
sincerelyn fuck brad pitt
damsonidris woah💀
sincerelyn call me
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☆ January '26
☆ February '26
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sincerelyn my new album '44' is out. I've always wanted to release these songs from the vault. Yes, they're about him.
Sincerely, YN.
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☀️Sunny's playlist:
1. LOSE MY MIND (ft. Doja Cat) by Don Toliver
2. California King Bed by Rihanna
3. Comfortable by Victor Ray
4. Anxiety by Megan Thee Stallion
5. Escapism. (ft. 070 Shake) by Raye
6. IWH2BMX by FLO
7. PILLOWTALK by Zayn
8. Show Me Love (with Tyla) by WizTheMC and bees&honey
