#kenan gif

[whoisjuliee]

Aaaand they are back!🎉

Hande Erçel and Burak Deniz as Leyla and Kenan in first fragman of their new series together, Bambaşka biri (Someone else).

[xxjblackr0sexx]

Ozan Dolunay / Dilek Taşı

Episode 1

Kenan Şanlı

[hehether]

DUDUDUU DUDU STEVE

[sebastiansource]

SEBASTIAN STAN Bupkis (2023)

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 ✮ KENAN YILDIZ

summary. your morals are nonexistent when a certain brunette comes into your life.

warnings. cheating, cocky!kenan, and smut 18+

gabri speaks! pookie looked so good in tns match 😋 was listening to suano by ntg while writing.

the city lights were a blur as the car sped by in the late hours of the night. unlike your driver you were unfamiliar with the host country. kenan had spent countless days in dortmund for competitions and various matches — meaning he knew all the best spots — he was keen on impressing you. your hair can’t help but get in your face every couple of minutes do to the windows being down. you don’t mind tho, you never do, not with him.

a mix of rap and r&b plays through the car as he drives you back to your hotel. you hardly pay attention to the music as the brunette tells you about his training session from the morning. he sounds so excited about being able to play in such a huge stage for his country and you can’t help but smile at his excitement.

that intimate moment was cut short when you felt his hand on your thigh — your short dress allowing him the perfect opportunity to tease you — and you let him. it had been a while since the two of you had done anything due to his busy schedule and your studies. you gladly accepted his advances and opened your legs to allow him better access to where you needed him the most. his hand slowly makes its way up your leg and the closer he gets to your core, the hotter you feel. you grip the door handle as he finally moves your panties to the side and exposes you to the cold.

you feel yourself grow wetter as his fingers get closer to your cunt. your head hits the back of the seat as he moves his fingers along your folds, spreading your wetness, provoking a moan from you. he teases you circling his finger around your clit. illicit and provocative noises leave your mouth as he pleases you. you wondered how he was able to keep his eyes on the road as his fingers were exploring you.

it all felt good but you desperately needed him inside you. you didn’t hesitate as you placed your hand on top of his dragging his finger down to your entrance in the process. he knew what you needed and soon enough he was stretching you causing your legs to close on his hand at the sudden intrusion.

“kenan…” you gasped as he started fingering you.

your grasp on his hand grew stronger as he inserted his finger so deep inside you stretching you out. it was already too much with you clenching around him as he pumped into you. you resisted the urge to thrust against his hand as he continued his slow movements inside of you. your breathing became rigid as you felt him move sending heat throughout your body. you couldn’t even hear the music anymore, your gasps and moans filling the car instead. you could feel his smirk as you lost all your morals beside him.

“more?” he asked you as he drove.

“mhm.” you whined as you felt the familiar warmth of your undoing approaching.

you stayed still as he entered a second finger inside of you, your legs trying to close on your hands at the feeling. you lifted your hips towards his fingers trying desperately to reach your release. it was a sigh for sore eyes seeing you in such a state. kenan wonders how he got so lucky, how he got the privilege to touch you, and how he managed to have your attention for so long. finally, when he curls his fingers it’s when you come undone and reach your peak.

as if on cue the two of you finally arrive to your hotel. as you recover from your high kenan gets out of the car and heads to your side. always the gentleman, he was. he helps you out of the car and the two of you stand outside the hotel entrance. the two of you can’t help but laugh at what just happened. sometimes you forget he used to be your best friend before all of this.

“i need to leave or else coach will bench me opening match.” he interrupts. “i’ll see you tomorrow?”

his brown eyes bore into yours. they’re so full of kindness and joy. you’re always vulnerable to them.

“yeah.” you respond shyly.

he just nods in acknowledgment and he’s on his way back to the car but stops himself. he hesitates this time but nevertheless he kisses you. it’s quick and just a peck but it’s a kiss. one that holds hidden emotions. he gets into his car but doesn’t leave until you’re inside the hotel. and to your surprise you find one of his jerseys on your bed with an upgraded ticket for tomorrow’s match. he had gifted you a ticket in one of the suites. then you notice the note.

see you tomorrow? – love, kenan

the following night kenan begs you to make him feel better about his disallowed goal and you can’t help but help him. kenan can’t help but be turned on by the jersey you’re wearing, his jersey. it finally feels good to know that he’s yours. you’re too lost in the pleasure of him filling you up you don’t notice the countless messages blowing up your phone.

why’d i just see you on screen?

why are you in germany?

babe, why are you wearing a turkish jersey who do you know from turkey?

oh.

are you fucking serious? why has that idiot just announced the two of you are dating. what the fuck?

[kenardawin]

[hoziercriespower]

Hozier for SNL

❝ Martin Short hosts the Christmas episode THIS SATURDAY with musical guest Hozier! 🎄 ❞

[horoscope1078]

:)

Kenan stood in the kitchen, his sleeves rolled up and a slightly smug grin on his face. His childhood friend, and secret crush you, stood across from him, looking at him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

“So… you’re telling me you’re a master chef now?” you teased, crossing arms.

“I’m not saying I’m a master chef.” Kenan replied, pulling out a bag of flour. “But let’s just say if football doesn’t work out, I could open a restaurant.”

You snorted. “You? A restaurant? Please, I’ve seen you burn toast.”

“That was one time.” Kenan shot back, feigning offense. “And the toaster was broken.”

“Uh..huh” you said, clearly unconvinced. “Alright, Mr. Michelin Star, what are we making today?”

Kenan’s grin widened. “We’re making mantı. Proper Turkish mantı. Not that frozen stuff you tried to feed me last time.”

You gasped, dramatically clutching your chest. “Excuse me, it was store-bought, and it wasn’t that bad.”

“It was an insult to mantı” Kenan declared, shaking his head. “And to my ancestors.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Fine, teach me, oh wise one. But if this turns out bad, I’m never letting you live it down.”

“Deal.” Kenan said, holding out a hand. You shook it, and he couldn’t ignore how warm your hand felt in his.

Clearing his throat, he stepped toward the counter. “Alright, first we make the dough. It’s simple, flour, water, salt, and eggs. You can handle that, right?”

“Of course” you said, grabbing the flour. “I’m not completely useless, y'know.”

Kenan smirked. “Debatable.”

You threw a small handful of flour at him, and he ducked, laughing.

“You’re going to regret that.” he warned, grabbing some flour of his own.

“Kenan, don’t you dare..”

Before you could finish your sentence, a cloud of flour exploded in the air, leaving both of you laughing and coughing. You glared at him through the floury haze. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet, you keep coming back.” he quipped, brushing flour off his shirt.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your grin. “Let’s just make the dough before you turn this into a full-on food fight.”

With a truce established, you got to work. Kenan guided you through mixing the dough, occasionally teasing you for being too slow or too messy, but secretly enjoying every second of your focused expression.

“Okay, now we roll it out.” Kenan said, handing you a rolling pin.

You looked at the dough sceptically. “This is harder than it looks.”

Kenan stood behind you, leaning down slightly to guide your hands on the rolling pin. “You have to press evenly.” he said, his voice softer than usual.

Your breath hitched for a moment, but you quickly recovered. “I see. The key is to have a personal coach hovering over your shoulder huh?”

Kenan grinned but didn’t move away. “Exactly. Consider this a VIP cooking class.”

After rolling out the dough, you started cutting it into small squares. Kenan demonstrated how to fill them with the spiced meat mixture and fold them into perfect little dumplings.

“Like this.” he said, holding up a neatly folded mantı.

You frowned at your own attempt, which looked more like a squished envelope. “Why is yours so perfect? Are you sure you’re not secretly taking cooking lessons?”

Kenan shrugged. “Talent, I guess.”

“Or witchcraft.” you muttered, trying again.

“You’re getting better.” he said encouragingly.

You gave him a sideways glance. “Better at folding mantı or better at tolerating you?”

“Both, probably.” he replied with a wink.

By the time you had a tray full of mantı ready to cook, the kitchen was a mess. Flour dusted the counters, your nose, and even Kenan’s hair, and bits of dough clung to your hands.

“Alright, now we boil them and make the sauce.” Kenan said, turning to the stove.

You leaned against the counter, watching him with a fond smile. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

“About mantı? Of course.” he said, stirring the pot. “It’s like the pride of Turkey.”

“I meant about cooking in general.” you said, tilting your head. “I didn’t think you’d be so good at this.”

Kenan glanced at you, his expression softening. “Well, I guess I just like sharing it with people who matter.”

Your cheeks flushed slightly, and you quickly looked away. “That’s… sweet.”

Kenan turned back to the stove, hiding his own blush. “Don’t get used to it. I’m still going to make fun of you for being terrible at folding mantı.”

Once the mantı was cooked and topped with yogurt and a drizzle of butter infused with paprika, they sat down to eat.

You took your first bite and immediately groaned. “Okay, this is amazing. You might actually be a genius.”

Kenan leaned back, looking smug. “Told you.”

“But don’t let it go to your head.” you added quickly. “You’re still annoying.”

“Annoyingly talented.” Kenan corrected.

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

As you finished your meal, you leaned your elbows on the table and looked at him thoughtfully. “Y'know, this was actually fun. Maybe you should teach me more Turkish recipes.”

Kenan’s heart skipped a beat, but he kept his tone casual. “I’d be happy to. But only if you promise to actually fold the mantı properly next time.”

“Deal.” you said smiling.

For a moment, the room felt warmer, and Kenan wondered if you could hear how loudly his heart was pounding.

“Hey” you said suddenly, breaking the silence.

“Yea?”

“You’re a pretty good teacher.” you admitted with a soft voice.

Kenan grinned. “And you’re a pretty good student.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was a glimmer of something more in your smile.

As you cleaned up the kitchen together, your laughter filled the air, and Kenan couldn’t help but think that sharing a meal with you, even in a flour-covered kitchen, was better than any football victory he’d ever had.

[the-offside-rule]

Kenan Yildiz (Juventus) - Let Me Help

Requested: no

Warnings: none

Y/n had always been the type to handle things on her own. She prided herself on her independence—whether it was navigating her way through a new city, tackling a mountain of groceries, or fixing whatever happened to break in her apartment. If she could do it herself, she would, no questions asked. That’s just how she’d always been.

Kenan, on the other hand, was an effortless mix of calm confidence and unwavering support. He watched her with a fond smile each time she set out to conquer a new challenge, knowing full well she could handle anything she put her mind to. But no matter how many times she insisted, “I’ve got this,” he was always right there with a helping hand, a steadying touch, or a quiet gesture to make things a little easier.

She’d tell him she didn’t need his help, that she was perfectly capable on her own. And every time, he’d just smile, shrug, and gently step in anyway—because, to him, doing things for her wasn’t about questioning her strength. It was simply about showing her how much he cared. And so, their relationship became this unspoken dance: her fierce independence met with his steady, quiet support. In every moment, big or small, they found a way to balance each other, her determination softened by his patient affection. For every “I can do it myself” she threw his way, he’d answer with an easy, “I know… but let me.”

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Y/n was standing on her tiptoes, stretching her arm as far as it would go toward the elusive pasta jar on the top shelf. She was just about there, fingertips grazing the glass. “Need some help?” Kenan asked from the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips. She shot him a glance over her shoulder, determination flashing in her eyes. “Nope! I got it.” She insisted, reaching a little higher, even as the jar seemed to tease her by staying just out of reach.

Kenan watched for a moment, enjoying her stubborn dedication, before stepping in behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her and effortlessly reached up to grab the jar, placing it in her hand. “I know you can get it yourself.” He whispered, close enough that she felt his breath against her neck. “But why not let me do it for you?” She huffed but couldn’t help smiling as she leaned back into his hold. “Fine… just this once.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Sure, just this once.”

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Y/n struggled slightly, balancing two heavy bags of groceries on either arm as they walked home. Kenan had already offered several times to help, but each time, she’d shaken her head. “I bought them, so I’ll carry them.” She’d said with a confident grin. They were halfway home when Kenan noticed her slowing down, her grip loosening on the bags. He quietly walked over, slipping the heavier bag from her hand in one smooth motion. “Kenan!” She protested, frowning at him. He raised his eyebrows in that calm, unruffled way of his. “What? You’re always telling me I need to get stronger. Here’s my workout.” He teased, giving her a playful nudge. She rolled her eyes, trying to bite back a smile. “Fine, but I still could’ve carried it, you know.”

He grinned and squeezed her free hand. “I know you could’ve. But what’s the fun in letting you do all the work?”

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They were seated in a cozy corner booth at their favorite restaurant, finishing up an incredible meal. As the waiter approached with the check, Y/n reached for her wallet, determined to treat Kenan this time. Kenan noticed her movement and gently placed his hand over hers, pushing her wallet back toward her. “I’ve got this one.” He said softly, his gaze warm. She narrowed her eyes. “Kenan, you’ve paid for dinner the last three times! It’s my turn.” He tilted his head, giving her a half-smile. “I know you can pay, but I am your bkyfriend. It's my job.” He lifted her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Besides, I love treating you.”

She tried to look annoyed, but the warmth in his expression melted her resistance. “You’re so annoying.” She sighed, but a small smile tugged at her lips. “And you love it.” He replied, giving her a wink as he handed his card to the waiter.

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One afternoon, Y/n found herself wrestling with the living room window, which seemed to be jammed shut. She tried every trick she knew, even grabbing a screwdriver to see if she could figure out what was wrong. Kenan walked in just as she was giving it a particularly forceful shove. “Need a hand?” He offered. She shook her head, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Nope, I can handle it.” She replied, gritting her teeth and giving the window another tug. Kenan chuckled, gently taking the screwdriver from her. “I know you can.” He said, his hands carefully working the window latch loose. In a few seconds, he had it unstuck and pulled it open effortlessly. She sighed, half-embarrassed, half-amused. “Fine, maybe I needed a little help.”

He leaned in, giving her a quick kiss. “It’s okay to let someone else handle things once in a while, you know.” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Maybe, but don’t get used to it.”

[ennkis]

FOOTBALL MASTERLIST ꩜.ᐟ

୨୧ - fluff , ♡ - smut , ☆ - angst , ꩜ - smau

FC BARCELONA

marc guiu (i will NOT change him to chelsea ..) :

super rich kids , pt.2- ୨୧ ꩜

- in which fans notice a familiar footballer in the likes of their favorite "super (humble) rich kid"

mr. lewandowski - ୨୧

- in which the polish barcelona player finds out his daughter is dating his teammate

hector fort :

plus one - ☆

- in which hector gets invited to a team event, which comes with a certain challenge

pablo gavi :

soon to be added !!

joao felix :

kisses to my exes - ୨୧ ꩜

- in which y/n & joão soft launch their relationship as a response to their exes dating rumors

JUVENTUS FC

kenan yildiz :

eye to eye - ୨୧

- in which y/n and a certain turkish-german football player dont see eye to eye

i'd be yours if you'd ask - ୨୧ ☆

- in which y/n ghosts the turkish footballer during their "situationship" whilst talking to another football player

REAL MADRID

jude bellingham :

yassified - ୨୧ ꩜

- in which y/n & jude share silly banter on social media

patriotic - ୨୧☆

- in which y/n is a true patriot to her country

kylian mbappé :

soon to be added !!

MANCHESTER UNITED

mason mount :

blue is the color - ୨୧

- in which y/n and mason argue about their newborn babys favorite football team

three's a party - ୨୧ ꩜

- in which the beloved couple announce they're expecting a baby

[yalnizligamahkumbirkiz]

⭐🇹🇷🤍❤

[acadamian]

kenan yıldız at türkiye training

[apsmellifica]

Kenan w his new jersey

[selin-n]

Aşkım, ben ölürsem sen ölmezsen Aşkım, sen ölürsen ben ölmezsem Sakın yüz vermeyelim ACI/ya

Hiçbir şey yaşamımızdan büyük değil...

Pablo Neruda

Rahmetli Kenan Işık bir TV programında Pablo Neruda'nın bu kısa şiirini seslendirmiş...

[peteneems]

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 ✮ K. YILDIZ

summary. an old friend of yours is in need of cheering up and it’s your job to fix him.

warnings. none! except reader is ferdi kadıoğlu’s younger sister and kenan is v sad in this.

gabri speaks! i’ve been seeing so many videos of the hate kenan is getting and just felt like writing this. oops.

THE NOISE OF scattered footsteps on your way to your brother’s room was enough to grab your attention. as you turned the corner in hopes of finding out what was causing such commotion you came across half of the team huddled around one of the rooms. your face instantly filled with confusion wondering what they were doing there and who’s room were they gathering around. were they planning some sort of prank?

“guys what are-” you try to ask but you’re shushed before you have the opportunity to finish your sentence.

“shh!” your own brother scolds you as you stand there bewildered. you quickly smack ferdi on the arm before joining the guys. you had nothing better to do anyways.

“wait, your sister!” bariş yells. “she’s a girl.”

you immediately turned towards him with a face of disbelief wondering what the hell was going on. not to mention your brother’s teammate had decided to just state the obvious and you were beginning to get anxious.

“she’s a girl?” your brother repeated mocking him.

“i meant that she understands feelings better than we do maybe she can help. maybe she can get him to catch his flight. it’ll be even worse for him if he gets in trouble with his club too.” and now you’re wondering who the hell he’s talking about.

“okay, ferdi you better tell me what’s happening before i call mom and tell her about that vase of hers you broke trying to impress sera.” you scold him earning a glare from him.

“it’s kenan.” you freeze at the mention of his name. “he hasn’t left his room since we got back and arda noticed he was reading some of the comments on his post. we think he’s upset but he won’t talk to any of us. he has a flight back to italy in six hours but he hasn’t so much as gotten out of bed. maybe you can help? please?”

it takes a lot of pleading and begging from the players but soon enough you’re carefully opening the door to his room. you’re careful to not trip on anything or cause the slightest little noise in an effort to not bother him. although you conclude that as soon as he realizes you’re in his room he might be bothered. your relationship with him wasn’t the best and the last time the two of you had talked he’d made it clear the two of you would never be friends.

you spot him laid down on his bed with a hoodie covering him. he lays still but you’re quick to notice the rhythmic beating of his chest. he’s either asleep or completely zoned out. either way it’s not good. you notice all of his belonging scattered around the room and his suitcase completely empty meaning he was more than ready to miss his flight. you felt bad.

“kenan…”

you notice his body tense at the sound of your voice but he doesn’t move. he stays still hoping you think he’s asleep, but you know better, you know him better. you had been friends once and although that was left in the past you remembered things. he was clearly upset and not just about the loss there was something more. you manage to catch a glimpse of his phone. it was replaying the same video over and over again and you noticed the comments open. every single one criticizing him. he’d probably spent the last few hours reading all of them. you quickly shut off his phone placing it on the counter, away from him.

“kenan, you need to get up.” you beg him but again he stays still.

you take matters into your own hands and walk towards his side of the bed. you spot his hazel eyes staring away into oblivion. it’s obvious he hasn’t slept at all but before you can reach out to him he rolls over. in any other situation you probably would’ve laughed and playfully smacked him but you weren’t even his friend anymore.

“you can pretend i’m not here but i’m not leaving this room without you.” you scold him.

he budges at that sitting up straight next to you. it’s oddly comforting the way the two of you sit next to each other. you notice he hasn’t taken his hoodie off and recall some of the comments that scolded him for touching it. you wondered if that was the cause of him having his hair hidden. you knew kenan, you knew he was confident, and this? this wasn’t him. you know it’s risky but you place your hands on his trying to break a barrier to make him comfortable. there was a time you’d hold him close and hopefully you could again today to help him. surprisingly he lets you.

“why are you here?” he whispers remaining still.

“ferdi told me that- they’re all worried- we’re all worried about you.” you struggle to say.

“why? i’m fine.” he scoffs.

“no, you’re not-” you’re once again interrupted by his loud voice.

“how would you know? you don’t know me anymore.” he scolds you.

“maybe we’re not friends anymore kenan, maybe we don’t make fun of ferdi’s messages to sera anymore, but i still know you and i know you’re upset.” you rub your thumb on his palm. “i’m here because i still care.”

there’s a brief silence between the two of you almost like an understanding. he knew you cared but he was scared to be vulnerable in front of you. he didn’t want to be hurt in front of you just in case you left again but he can’t keep his feelings in any longer. he’s leaning into you until his head is resting on your thighs. he seeks your comfort once again like he used to before.

“they all hate me.” he whispers. you begin to rub his back at that trying to soothe him. “it’s all my fault.”

“no, kenan it’s not. they’re just upset about the loss and using you as an outlet because all their girlfriends find you hot.” he laughs a little at the comment but you can still spot a little resentment in his voice.

“they’re right though i should’ve played better, i should’ve created more chances, i should’ve scored.” he ranted. “it hurts more because they’re right.”

“okay. you should’ve played better okay that’s fine but laying here and rotting into your bed isn’t. you want to be better? fine, but moping around isn’t going to get you anywhere. you want to prove yourself? let them know that you’re better than that? you need to get on that plane in six hours and become juventus’ greatest young talent.” you try and motivate him.

“what if i can’t?” he chokes out.

“sit up.” you demand and shockingly he does. “look me straight in the eyes.”

you’re careful with your next moves not wanting to invade his personal space so suddenly but you don’t feel that you have a choice. you grab him by the cheeks making sure he’s looking directly at you, making sure he’s attentive to your words, and making sure that he knows you’re on his side.

“hey! do they know you? do they know the sacrifices you put in day in and day out to be where you are today? do they know the pressure you put yourself through to be better? no, but i do. so i know that you can prove yourself to them. kenan, you are a star and you can’t let some silly comments about your hair take that away. you made mistakes so what? we all make them. there’s always a next time. especially for you. you’re one of a kind.” you look into his eyes hoping he absorbed in all of your words. you let go of his face soon after hoping you weren’t too pushy.

“you should be a motivational speaker.” the two of you laugh and that’s when you realize that he’s going to be okay. maybe not right now but he would be.

the two of you spend the next couple of minutes joking about and chatting. the two of you catch up with your lives mentioning future plans and past events. it feels like you have your best friend back with you. the conversation is flowing and secrets are shared once again between the two of you. and with that so are secret glances. as soon as you turned away he found time to admire your face and when he would turn his face another direction you’d do the same. you hardly noticed but his fingers would touch yours every once in a while practically begging to be enveloped by yours.

it’s not until you’re on the way out the door ready to announce to everyone that kenan would be out soon that she stops you. he’s finally taken his hoodie off and you can see him completely. it was comforting to see him like this, all joyful and less upset.

“be there for me.” he blurts out.

“what?” you stare at him dumbfounded.

“when i doubt myself again, when everyone is saying i only care about my looks, when i move leagues, be there for me. i want you there.” he pours all his emotions out for you.

“if you provide with the tickets yeah.” you joke no understanding the depths of his words.

“no, you don’t get it. i don’t want you there every other match. i want you there every match with my jersey. i don’t want you there as old friends or just best friends. i want you there as my person. i need you there as my person.” he confesses. “i let you go before i won’t do it again.”

“kenan…” you can’t finish your sentence because you’re leaning in. his hands are on your waist and yours are on his cheeks again. his hazel eyes bore into yours pleading to give in. your lips are full of fervor as they move against his. you can’t fully comprehend that you’re kissing kenan after all this time but it feels amazing. he tries to deepen the kiss but you stop him.

“kenan wait. i want this i really do but you’re still upset. i don’t want this to cloud your feelings.” you express.

“yeah, okay. you’re right. thank you.” his cheeks are crimson red as you separate from him. “i’ll text you before i head out so i can say goodbye.”

the guys wait anxiously as you slowly walk out of kenan’s room. you manage to hide your emotions as you head towards their large group. ferdi and bariş are dying of anxiety waiting for your words that will let them know what’s wrong with their friend.

“he’ll be out soon don’t worry. it’s probably best if you reassure him of his abilities in football, yeah?” you ask them and they all nod. how sweet.

“so, what’d you do to make him talk?” semih curiously asks you.

“i made out with him.” you say with a straight face. you receive a couple of gasps, some laughs, and a few screams.

“you what?” ferdi asks but you ignore him and begin walking away from him. the rest of the team watches in amusement as you walk away from your older brother. he is genuinely distraught as he chases after you and it’s quite hilarious. “did you actually make out with him? did his lips touch yours? answer me!”

from that the day forward you exchange weekends from istanbul and turin. one weekend with your person and the other with your protective brother. when you walked into kenan’s room the day you didn’t expect to walk out with a soulmate. unfortunately for you your brother is always there to remind you that the only reason you and kenan are together is because he forced you into that room. it’s a shame he’s right but you’re grateful for it because now you have your person and now you can be as annoying as he is with sera.