#kenan yıldız blurb

[halfwayhearted]

Can you maybe make a fic where kenan stands up reader too often for stuff and he promises that he won't do it again but at readers birthday party he doesn't show up and she packs her stuff and leaves. Kenan comes home to and empty home, searches for reader and looks on social media and sees posts about her birthday and realises he has fucked up. So he tries to find her. With a good ending please !!

There She Goes — Kenan Yıldız.

Pairing: Kenan Yıldız x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your birthday didn’t quite go as planned, but it didn’t end as awful as you feared it might’ve been.

Word Count: 920+

Disclaimer/s — Booooo, he sucks in this. Angst/comfort!

A/N: It’s the way if I was reader, I wouldn’t let him back in so easily but whatever requester wants, requester gets… 💔💔 also this is my first semi sm little post, do we dig, do we not

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That was exactly what your boyfriend had seen on his way home from practice. He’d stayed late for yet another day of doing so. That’s how it’s been the last couple of weeks. Him at practice.

You’d brought it up to him a multitude of times; it’s funny how it hasn’t seemed to register how much it truly affects you and your relationship.

It amazes you further when he didn’t show up for your small get-together for your birthday, despite having told him about it, well, several times. You marked it on both your calendars and even went as far as to jokingly make him set a reminder, to which he agreed. Kenan agreed. So in all honesty?

You really thought this time would be different.

Until it… wasn’t! It was the exact same as all the other events where he was a no-show. You were embarrassed, having expressed your excitement and enthusiasm to all your family. That’s who was there: just your parents and two of your friends.

What a shame it was to say that he wouldn’t make it, the only excuse being, “He’ll come next time! Something came up, is all.” And them not being able to say anything but nod and smile.

They were unaware that after they left, you were quick to pack some of your stuff, feeling as though you couldn’t stay there. He made it seem like the relationship you two were in wasn’t even actually a relationship to begin with.

And quite frankly, you were sick and tired of it.

So when he arrived and practically hurried into your shared apartment, an apology at the tip of his tongue, only to find out you weren’t there based on the utter silence, his heart rate spiked.

How could he have been so stupid? Kenan being an idiot wasn’t new, but to be a full-blown fool to think you’d continue to stay while he practically played in your face? He was a horrible boyfriend.

It was difficult for him to admit, but it was true.

The man whipped out his phone and called you once—no answer. Twice—no answer again. The same result after four unanswered calls. So he did the next best thing: checked your location, which you had forgotten to turn it off beforehand.

You were at an ice-cream shop nearby. Taking a breath, he wasted no time making his way toward you. His palms were clammy, his body tense.

And once he spotted it, exited his car, and saw you eating a small cup of ice-cream on one of the chairs outside, his expression softened, and he made his way to you, uttering your name so quietly that you didn’t even notice he was there until he spoke up yet again. “I’m so—I’m so sorry.”

You lift your head, eyes widening in surprise. Now you just felt like you were being pathetic. Here you were, eating ice-cream by yourself after your boyfriend didn’t show up for your birthday dinner.

He, on the other hand, didn’t see it that way. “I swear. I lost track of time. I didn’t mean to miss it. I’m an idiot, and I won’t do this again. I promise.”

“I’m not wallowing,” was all you said, wanting to get that out there. “Wanted ice-cream, so I got it.”

“You’re not wallowing. Okay.” The brunette paused, unsure of how to continue. “I messed up. I know this isn’t a rare occurrence, and I’m sorry. But starting now, I promise, that’ll change.”

Looking down at the now empty cup, you offer a shrug. “Why does it take me leaving for you to understand the gravity of your actions, Kenan?”

He doesn’t try to speak, so you continue. “Do you only think about yourself? That’s me genuinely asking. Because I don’t think you realize how embarrassing it is for me to have to reassure my family that you’re on your way, only to have to say you wouldn’t be making it. Again. And that’s just me speaking for you. You don’t even let me know. You just—you just show up whenever you want.”

“I know. I know, I’m so sorry,” he murmured, grabbing the chair across from you and moving it so he could sit beside you, his hand fighting the urge to place itself over yours. “It shouldn’t have been like this. I know it feels like I don’t prioritize you, but I do. I do. Let me prove it to you. This’ll change. Just… please come home with me.”

You suck in a breath. “You made me look stupid.”

“I never wanted that. I’m stupid for making you feel like you’re stupid. You’re not stupid.” Now he just wasn’t making any sense. “I’m really sorry.”

“Then prove it.” Of course, he’d prove it. He should’ve proven it the second you mentioned how you felt about his no-shows. He was dense.

“I’ll prove it to you,” Kenan uttered, holding out a hand which you don’t take. Instead, you grab the bag you had filled with clothes and whatever essentials you thought you needed and place it in his open palm, then make your way to his car.

His expression never faltered. He knew he’d have to earn your niceties, so he followed behind without another word, opening the passenger side door for you and then getting in himself.

This wasn’t the birthday you had envisioned, but you could only hope it would be the last of them.

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[httpsdana]

Can you do prompt 15 and 20 with kenan yildiz. Like he’s really cuddly n kissy in the morning and your really moody but he won’t stop kissing you. x

btw your the best writer on this app.

Sunshine and Grumbles~Kenan Yildiz

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

this one is so cute. enjoy <3

request from here

master list -> part 2

players/drivers I write for

15-"good morning sunshine " " fuck off"

20-"Kiss me"

The morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow across the bedroom. y/n groaned, shifting under the covers as the brightness seemed to seep through her eyelids.

Mornings ere never her favorite part of the day, especially when she woke up groggy and irritable.

Next to her, Kenan stirred, already wide awake and annoyingly chipper. The bed shifted as he rolled over, his arm snaking around her waist, pulling her closer.

His warm breath tickled her ear as he nuzzled his face into her neck.

"good morning sunshine" he murmured, his voice filled with that unbearable morning cheer.

y/n groaned, trying to bury her face deeper into the blankets.

"fuck off" she muttered, her voice muffled by the pillow.

Kenan chuckled softly, completely unbothered by her foul mood. If anything her grumpy attitude seemed to amuse him ever more.

He tightened her grip around her waist, pulled her even closer until she was basically flush against his chest. His lips brushed against the back of her neck, feather-light, sending a shiver down her spine.

"c'mon baby" he whispered, his voice soft and teasing. "don't be like that. it's a beautiful morning and I just want to kiss my girl"

She squirmed in his arms, trying to free herself from his grip, but Kenan was persistent. He flipped her onto her back gently, hovering over her with that mischievous smile that never failed to make her heart flutter, even though she'd never admit it right now.

Her eyes fluttered open slightly as she glared at him. "Kenan" she warned, but it was half-hearted at best. She could never really stay mad at him for that long.

Ignoring her protest, Kenan leaned down and pressed a kiss on her cheek.

"kiss me" he mumbled teasingly, before kissing her other cheek. But he didn't stop there, trailing kisses across her forehead, down the bridge of her nose, and across her jawline.

y/n turned her head to the side, trying to avoid Kenan's lips, but he just followed her movements, his kisses landing everywhere but her lips. It was infuriating, but she couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips as he peppered her face with affection.

"Kenan" y/n groaned, this time with a hint of laugh. " I swear- "

He finally paused, hovering just over her lips, his breath warm against her skin. But instead of giving her the kiss she was secretly hoping for, he kissed the tip of her nose.

"what was that sunshine?" he asked, smirking down at her

y/n huffed, swatting his chest half-heartedly.

"you're so annoying" she muttered, but their was no malice in her tone, in fact she was already starting to melt under his touch.

Kenan just grinned wider, leaning down to plant another kiss on her temple.

"and you love it" he said confidently, his lips brushing against her skin with every word.

As much as she wanted to stay grumpy, it was impossible when he was like this-all soft and loving, kissing her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Slowly her resistance crumbled, and she relaxed into his arms with a soft sigh

"okay fine... I love it" she muttered, giving up

Kenan chuckled, finally pressing a sweet kiss on her lips, soft and tender.

"I knew you did" he murmured against her mouth, before deepening the kiss, making her forget all about her morning mood.

[pedriache]

Love me that way — Kenan Yildiz.

Pairing: Kenan Yildiz x Fem!Reader

Summary: Kenan and you were equally as angry with each other, but when you tell him to leave the room, he complies. With the compliance, he also adds on by saying those three words for the first time.

Word count: 440+

Disclaimer/s: arguing, cursing, but not much else.

A/N: it’s the way in which he’s like a year-ish older than me?? I cannot seem to fathom that atm..

Red hot lava. Boiling, bubbling, gruesome lava. Thats about the closest thing you could get to explaining just how pissed off you were. You hardly slept the night prior since Kenan had stayed out late, and it had left you worrying and going insane for hours on end. Now, he was sitting at his desk, playing whatever game it was that he played.

Annoyance bubbled throughout your body for every click and every clack. “Kenan.” You snap, “turn it off. The sound is making it hard to concentrate.” Your textbooks and laptop sprawled out across your bed, yet you hardly even touched the papers.

Kenan didn’t even look in your direction, simply huffed out a breath of air and took off his head set. “A please would suffice.”

“A please? Yeah, right.” You laugh humorlessly. “A ‘oh, hey babe. I’m going to stay out late tonight.’ Would’ve also sufficed, but I didn’t get that now, did I?” Your words held malice in them, so much so that Kenan swiveled in his chair and stood up.

He made his way over to the bed, slowly sitting down with a long sigh. “Listen, it won’t happen again. You’re getting pissed at me for a simple mistake!”

“A mistake is leaving your clothes on the ground instead of in the hamper. Not telling your girlfriend you were going to stay out doing God knows what, all night long, is an idiotic decision.” You hiss, using your pencil to poke his chest. “Now, I have to study. You, can go to the living room if you want to play video games so badly.”

Kenan’s jaw clamps tight and he pushes himself off the bed. “Fine. Since you want to be so difficult.”

You could scream, that’s how angry you’d gotten. But instead, you purse your lips and look to your textbooks. Kenan watches you for a moment, waiting for your rebuttal, you don’t give one, so he walks to the door, holding it open for a few moments.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He rubs his temples, “will you just look at me for a second?” Reluctantly, you meet his gaze with narrowed, vicious eyes. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” You wave him off, but before you look away, the next words leaving Kenan’s lips has your eyes widening at him.

“I love you.” Despite the anger in his voice, his words ring true.

“I love you, too.” You huff back. “Now shoo, I have an essay due at midnight.”

A soft chuckle escapes Kenan’s lips as he exits the bedroom, the second the door clicks shut, a small smile grows on your lips.

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[jsprnt]

concern and worry gnaw at you when you hear of your boyfriend’s injury, making you rush over as fast as possible

kenan yıldız x fem!reader

A/N: based on this request! thank u 🩶 (repost, because tumblr was acting up)

W/C: 1.128

"who in the world drives this slow on the highway?!"

you shout rhetorically, resisting the urge to smash your palm onto the car horn.

sighing deeply, you glance at the time. the sun had set a couple of hours ago thanks to the season switch from summer to autumn.

the night had been eventful, to say the least. you'd been hanging out with your friends, a gathering that had been excitedly planned for weeks.

wanting to be present in the moment, you had put your phone on 'do not disturb', knowing you'd be checking your phone every minute due to notifications.

your boyfriend, kenan had a football match tonight. being a supportive partner, you always attended or watched his games from a distance.

tonight, being with your friends whom you hadn't seen in a while, you thought it would be better to catch up on the game later.

low and behold, when you were saying your goodbyes to your friends, and stepped into your car, your heart dropped to your stomach at an unread notification.

'kenan yildiz 85' subbed off due to injury'

the match had ended thirty minutes ago, which meant that he definitely wasn't at the stadium anymore.

instead of thinking rationally, and calling kenan- your mind automatically directed you to check his location, making you immediately drive over to his location, a big hospital nearby the allianz stadium.

you didn't even stop to check your messages, let alone find out what kind of injury he'd sustained.

paying for a parking ticket, you kill your car engine, and jump out of your car, booking it into the hospital.

you finally take the time to look down at your phone, scrolling to look for any messages from your boyfriend.

'don't panic'

'I know you'll panic either way, but just don't'

'got transferred to the hospital'

'nasty tackle'

you frown at the messages sent twenty minutes later.

'babyyy'

'answer mee'

'your boyfriend is hurting, and you won't answer?'

you can almost imagine how whiny his tone is, and you don't know if you should laugh or cry..

he didn’t even realize the distress you were experiencing.

with a quick semi-out-of-breath introduction and identification check at the front desk, you're told to go up to room number 1010.

the fact that he'd been assigned a room, instead of him wait in the waiting room had you worried.

without knocking, you open the door to the room, anxiety nearly making you drown in your worries.

though you’re not greeted with a scene of unwellness and tragic sadness.

no, it's of joy and relaxation.

kenan, whom you thought would be in horrible condition, is looking incredibly relaxed while shotting back a handful of pistachios, chuckling at something on the television that's mounted on the wall.

the only indication of injury is a blue brace wrapped around his ankle.

"baby?"

you call out, hands dropping to your side. you step closer, all worry and anxiety leaving your body through sudden prickling tears in your eyes.

"schatz! hey, you never replied to me-"

kenan cuts himself off when you sit on the edge of the hospital bed, head hanging down as you begin to sniffle.

the boy immediately reaches out, cradling the back of your head, moving your body so your cheek is pressed against his chest.

"why the tears, sweet girl?" he coos, voice laced with concern. his other arm wraps around your back, pulling you in closer.

"I was so fucking worried. I thought something horrible had happened- and I didn't think to check what exactly. I just drove without thinking, and now your ankle is wrapped-"

you don't pause to take a breath, explaining without break.

"hey- hey, breathe for me, hm? I'm fine- I'm aware and conscious. see?”

kenan's hand trails up and down your back in a soothing motion, and he moves his head to press a reassuring kiss on your temple. 

"look at me, baby.." he coaxes, pulling back to give you room to look up at him.

your eyes meet, and he gives you one of his beautiful smiles. his face emitting softness and warmth.

"good girl. don't cry.."

the pads of his thumbs swipe away at the tears under your eyes and cheeks, and he presses another kiss on the fallen tears.

you take a deep, shaky breath before opening your mouth to speak.

"what happened to you? a nasty tackle?"

he closes his eyes when nodding, opening them again to make eye contact.

"i got tackled by a defender of our opponent, his foot hit my ankle, and i wasn't able to continue playing. staff brought me to the hospital to be make sure of my condition, and left when the doctor gave them the reassurance I'll be fine.."

you lick your dry lips, voice hoarse from emotion.

"you're fine? just that?"

"minor sprain, wouldn't have been smart to continue playing. waiting for a second opinion from another doctor on call. asked if she could have a look at the mri-scan.."

"why are you in a hospital bed then?"

"it was fine sitting in the waiting room, until i kept getting recognized by fans. you know- i love meeting them, but not when my ankle is hurting, and- sadly, some people can be unpredictable.."

"oh.." you trail off, blinking multiple times.

"you'll be okay?"

he nods, sucking in a breath. eyes gentle as he caresses the soft of your cheek.

"that's right, don't stress your pretty head.."

you cling onto his shirt, pressing your weight against his chest, and laying against his body.

he hums softly, leaning back against the unexpectedly soft hospital pillows, having your body halfway on top of him.

"where are your parents?"

"stuck in traffic, stadium was packed tonight."

"makes sense.."

you make room for a beat of silence, then speak again. 

"were you scared of the mri-machine?"

you knew of his minor claustrophobia, being rolled in a snug machine, which also made loud noises, probably wouldn't be the best thing he'd experienced.

you can feel kenan's chest vibrate as he chuckles deeply, your head titling up to look at him.

"I could manage, though it was difficult without my pretty girl cheering me on.."

you smile at the silly response, rubbing your cheek against his t-shirt.

"good thing I'm here now.."

"I don't think I would've survived this without you.."

"you looked like you were having fun.." you retort, referring to him being all smiles when you walked into the room earlier.

"no, this is very much better." he whispers, patting your back, the touch making you feel drowsy against his chest.

within a few seconds, you're already dreaming of being home with him while he is recovering, smiling in your sleep at the soft and cosy feeling in your chest.

[httpsdana]

Heyy! Can you make a kenan x reader imagine?? So reader gets kind of ignored by kenan because of his full schedule and when she finds him relaxing at their living room she is all happy to see him and he gets annoyed that she's super clingy but he's actually angry because of a bad day at training. So she changes a through time, she's less around and less talking. Kenan later realises the mistake he made and tries to to be forgiven.

Silent Regrets~Kenan Yildiz

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

Kenan walked through the door, his shoulders slumping with exhaustion.

She had been waiting for this moment all day, eager to see him after weeks of barely spending time together. The excitement bubbled in her chest as she hurried to the living room, but when she saw his face—tired, irritated—she hesitated.

Still, she couldn’t stop the soft smile that crept onto her face. "Kenan," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "You’re home early."

He tossed his bag onto the couch and let out a heavy sigh, not meeting her gaze. "Yeah."

"how was training?" she said, her tone still light.

"Long," he muttered, sitting down and leaning back against the cushions, his eyes shutting briefly.

She bit her lip, unsure whether to push further. He had been distant lately, and the silence between them had grown unbearable. Maybe tonight could be different.

"I made your favorite for dinner," she said softly, trying to gauge his mood.

"Not hungry," he replied, his voice flat.

The rejection stung, but she swallowed the lump in her throat, determined not to let it show. "Do you want to talk about your day? Or maybe—"

"Can you just stop?" His words sliced through the room, sharp and sudden, and it felt like a slap.

Her heart sank. "Stop what?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He opened his eyes, his jaw tight as he stared at her. "This. Hovering. Trying to talk when I don’t want to. You’re always… there. I just need some peace, okay?"

She stood frozen, the weight of his words crashing down on her. "I… I’m just trying to be here for you, Kenan," she said, her voice trembling.

"Well, maybe I don’t need that right now," he snapped, running a hand through his hair. "Maybe I need you to give me some space."

The words hit harder than than expected, and she took a step back, her arms wrapping around herself as if to shield from the sudden cold between them. "Space," she repeated, the word catching in her throat.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I’m just tired, okay? I’ve had a terrible day, and I don’t have the energy for this."

She nodded slowly, blinking back tears. "Okay," she whispered. "I’ll… give you space."

Without another word, she turned and walked away, her heart heavy with all the hurt she kept in.

She could feel his gaze on her back for a moment before the sound of the television filled the room, drowning out the silence that screamed louder than any argument ever could.

Days had passed and she pulled back. It wasn’t intentional at first—it was self-preservation.

Sue stopped waiting at the door for him, stopped trying to talk to him when he came home. She became quieter, less present.

Where once she filled the silence with stories and laughter, now she simply jusy existed.

Kenan noticed. At first, he thought he had finally gotten what he wanted: space. But as the days stretched on, the emptiness began to gnaw at him. The house felt cold, her absence glaringly obvious even when she was just a room away.

He came home one evening to find her sitting at the kitchen table, staring blankly at her untouched dinner. She didn’t even look up when he entered.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice hesitant.

"Hey," she replied without emotion, her gaze fixed on her plate.

The lifelessness in her voice hit him like a punch to the gut. "Did you eat?"

She shook her head. "Not really hungry."

He frowned, stepping closer. "Is everything okay?"

She laughed bitterly, the sound hollow. "I could ask you the same thing."

He hesitated, the guilt bubbling to the surface. "I’ve been a jerk, haven’t I?"

She didn’t respond immediately, her fingers tracing the edge of her fork. "You told me I was too much," she said quietly. "So I decided to be less."

His heart sank at her words, the weight of his actions crashing down on him. "I didn’t mean it," he said, his voice breaking. "I was angry and frustrated, and I took it out on you. But I never meant that."

She finally looked at him, her eyes filled with hurt. "You said it, though. And it’s all I’ve been able to hear since."

He knelt beside her, reaching for her hands. "I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I’ve been so caught up in my own stress that I didn’t see how much I was hurting you. You’re not too much—you’re everything I need. And I’ve been pushing you away like an idiot."

Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "Do you even realize how hard it is to feel like you’re a burden to the person you love most?"

His grip on her hands tightened, his own tears threatening to spill. "You’re not a burden. You’re my world, and I’ve been too blind to see how much I was taking you for granted. Please, give me a chance to fix this. I’ll do anything."

She searched his face, looking for the sincerity she needed to see. When she found it, the tears she'd been holding back finally fell. "You really hurt me, Kenan," she said softly.

"I know, I'm sorry" he whispered, pulling her into his arms. "I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

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[jsprnt]

still being somewhat friends with your ex brings up some jealousy in your relationship

kenan yıldız x reader

A/N: jealous kenan🤌🤌!!! based on this request.

W/C: 1.440

"this one looks better on your feed.." you tell your best friend, scrolling through the pictures you just took of her.

"I know. what would I do without a bestie like you.." she coos, wrapping her arms around your body.

"you'd be stuck with your boyfriend who takes ugly photos.." you chuckle, hugging her back.

"travis can't take pictures for shit. at least kenan takes good pictures of you.." she says, sitting up and fixing her hair.

"I got very lucky.." you beam, grateful for your boyfriend's artistic skills.

"he needs to give travis some tips when he gets here.."

"when does he arrive?" she asks, playing with the frills of your jeans.

"he said he'd be here in ten.." you answer, looking around the house.

your big friend group decided to organize a get together after not being able to meet for a long time. everyone was encouraged to bring their partners, so you didn't hesitate to ask kenan if he would join you.

your boyfriend was an incredibly busy guy, especially with the serie a games starting in a couple days.

but of course, he'd always make time for you.

"hey, y/n can you pass me the chips?"

you look up when you hear a familiar voice, making eye contact with adam.

he was one of your friends, and unfortunately, also your ex.

you didn't even know if you could classify him as an ex, since your relationship lasted a mere month or two, and when both you realized it wasn't going to work out, it ended.

no hard feelings.

well, you could only speak for yourself..

"you want the guac too?" you ask, sitting up to grab the bowl of chips in front of you.

"nah, I like 'em plain.."

you frown at his answer, he must've turned into a crazy person since you broke up, because who enjoys eating plain chips without a dip?

"oh, here.." you slide the bowl over, leaning back into the couch.

you look at your best friend, her face incredibly still. you know, that if you make eye contact with her, you'd both burst out in laughter.

"thanks, y/n.."

you give him a small smile, watching him shove the crispy nachos into his mouth.

"so, where's your boyfriend at?" he mumbles, his mouth unaesthetically full.

"he's coming over in a couple minutes. he's a busy person, you know." you explain, scratching the back of your hand.

you look to your right, silently asking your best friend to break the tension, or save you from the conversation..

"adam, where's your partner? I didn't see you walk in with anyone.."

"yeah, I thought you were dating halle from your finance class?" you question, trying to steer the topic away from your own personal life.

"didn't work out- again.." he sighs, looking directly into your eyes.

you press your lips into a line, shivering, you look at your equally nosy best friend.

"well, it'll work for out for you too eventually. like how I'm with kenan now.."

you try to reassure him, confused when adam suddenly sits up, fixing his posture. his hands move down, and he starts wiping his oily fingers on his jeans.

why did men do nasty things like that?

"what's going to work out eventually?" 

you gasp at the familiar voice, turning around to see kenan behind you.

"you're here.." you beam excitedly, feeling his loving touch from behind. his arm wrapping around your shoulders, as he presses a kiss behind your ear.

"of course I’m here.." he mutters, pulling back when you stand up from the couch to walk around it.

"thank you for coming.." you hug kenan, his strong arms wrapping around you, a little tighter than usual.

"a promise, is a promise.." he mumbles into your ear, kissing your temple. you can feel the soft fabric of his hoodie brush against your cheek. the scent of his musky cologne entering your nose, calming you with its familiar smell.

you hum, feeling his hands trail down your back, a hand touching your lower back.

kenan loved showing his love through touch, but he'd never been a 'pda' person. he always chose to hold your hand or hug you outside the four walls of your shared apartment, so the sudden intimate touches were confusing to you.

not that you would mind, you were in private company, so you'd savor everyone of his touches anyway.

"hello, good to see you.." he tells your best friend, giving her a smile before averting his gaze to adam.

"nice to see you, man.." adam speaks when he notices the look, immediately standing up and walking over.

while you watch your ex walk towards you, you can feel kenan's grip tighten around you. nothing painful, of course, even when not aware, he'd never do anything to hurt you.

he absolutely cherished every second you spent together. whether it was a quick lunch date in between his training sessions, and your university classes or just spending his daily life with you.

never letting you get too cold or too hot. bringing a drink from your favorite café, while you were already sipping on your crappy, watered down, homemade iced coffee. tying your shoelaces without you even realizing they came undone.

at this point, you could request for the urban dictionary to make 'kenan' a synonym for 'gentleman'.

you look up when kenan doesn't greet adam like he usually greets your other friends.

you weren't naive enough to not know why. your boyfriend had long known adam and you had dated briefly, since you didn't feel like it was morally right not to inform him..

of course, kenan had not doubted your loyalty to him. he trusted you, as much as you trusted him.

you couldn't lie and say you were completely fine with still being friends with adam. you'd shared intimate moments together, and going back to that platonic relationship wasn’t something you were 100% comfortable with.

"you arrived pretty late. I guess being a baller is keeping you away from our dear y/n.."

you watch kenan's jaw clench, his jawline getting even sharper as you feel his fingers trace your back.

"I made time, like I'd expect a boyfriend to do.." your boyfriend retorts, his voice steady and firm.

"I would be crazy to lose a person like her.."

your eyes flicker back up at kenan, knowing that jab was obviously about adam and you breaking it off.

"ken.." you call out, patting his chest to get his attention. 

"what is it, baby?" you almost laugh at the voice change. It switches from a rough, deep one to the most honey-soaked tone ever.

"please don't start anything, come on. let's go get some snacks, ‘kay?" you ask, smiling to convince him.

you watch your best friend get pulled away by her boyfriend, it giving you the perfect opportunity to dip.

"okay, that's fine.." your boyfriend agrees, squeezing your hips one more time, before he releases the tension in his jaw. turning around and pulling you away from the frazzled adam.

"jealous boy.." you tease him when he pulls you into a corner, poking his cheek. where his dimples would dent when he’d smile or pull a face.

"I'm not jealous.." he dismisses, reaching up to remove a fallen eyelash from your cheek.

"should I go back and bring adam? ask if he wants a drink?"

"come on. I can have an opinion.."

"that is?" you question, grabbing and popping a grape into your mouth.

"I don't trust the guy for a second, like- what guy befriends his ex?"

"if the ex is as nice as me, I would.." you tease.

"what if I were friend with my ex?" he questions, using elaborate hand movements.

"I would- wait, but this is different, ken. I can't cut him off easily since he's a part of the friend group. it's already kind of awkward between us.."

"awkward? thank goodness.."

you roll your eyes at his happiness, shoving a cracker into his mouth.

"shush, just eat it this, and stop talking.."

"no sharing chips with him, no more.." he hums, chewing on the crunchy snack.

"you saw that?"

"obviously, your friends kept me at the door until I took pictures with them.."

"oh.."

"can we hook him and his ex back up together?"

you scoff, raising a brow. 

"what did I say?"

"stop talking.." he grins, his dimples showing as he looks at you. his brown eyes lighting up in amusement.

"never mind, just give me a kiss.." you say, looking up when he eagerly cups your jaw.

"don't even worry about it .."

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Can you do jealousy 1,3,5,7,9 with kenan? him and reader are out with their friends and kenan is jealous of this guy who y/n’s friends bought because he’s being too touchy and he’s acting like if he’s your boyfriend so one of Kenans friends jokes to him and says “if i didn’t know you guys where dating I would totally think they were dating” and kenan loses it but he loses it even more when this older couple makes a small comment of y/n and the guy?

Green-Eyed~Kenan Yildiz

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3-"Are you seriously jealous? It’s cute, but you have nothing to worry about."

9-"Do I have to remind him you're taken?"

Kenan’s hand rested on her back as they all walked into the bustling bar, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. He had his usual easy smile on, but she could feel the tension radiating off him as her friends made introductions.

One of them had brought an extra guy, and while y/n was too polite to say anything, she couldn’t help but notice how he seemed to linger a little too close.

Kenan and his friend slipped away to the bar to get some drinks, leaving her with her friends as the laughter and conversation continued around her.

She barely noticed their absence at first, until she felt a slight discomfort, realizing that Max, the guy her friend, had brought was still lingering a bit too close for comfort.

His hand brushed against her back as he laughed a little too loudly at something she'd said. She tried to ignore it, but the way his eyes kept following her, the way he leaned in when speaking, made her uneasy.

Meanwhile, Kenan and his friend were standing by the bar, chatting casually. Kenan’s friend leaned in a little closer, smirking as he looked back at her.

"If I didn’t know you two and I’d think they’re dating," he remarked, his voice low enough that Kenan couldn’t help but overhear.

Kenan’s jaw clenched, his hands tightening around his glass. His expression darkened in a way that was unmistakable, a flash of anger in his eyes.

He didn’t reply immediately, but his friend noticed the change and raised an eyebrow, unsure whether to say anything more.

As Kenan tried to calm himself, he glanced around. His gaze fell on an elderly couple sitting nearby, who were looking over at y/n and Max with an approving smile. The woman nudged her partner and said, "Aren't they a cute couple?"

Kenan’s blood boiled. He could feel the heat rising in his chest, and before he even realized what he was doing, he was walking swiftly back toward the table.

Without another word, he grabbed her hand, pulling her out of her seat. She was caught off guard by his sudden movement.

"Kenan?" she asked, glancing up at him, her confusion written all over her face.

His grip on her hand was tight, his usual calm demeanor completely gone. "We need to talk," he muttered, his voice tight and low, practically seething.

She followed him outside, still unsure what was going on. As soon as they stepped into the cool air, Kenan spun to face her, his eyes blazing with frustration.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, finally unable to hold back her curiosity.

Kenan’s voice was harsh as he replied, “I didn’t like that guy.” The words were thick with jealousy.

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you seriously jealous?" The realization hit her, and despite the situation, a small smile tugged at her lips. “It’s cute, but you have nothing to worry about.”

Kenan’s eyes darkened, his fingers tightening around her waist as he pulled her closer. "Do I have to remind him you're taken?" he asked, the question laced with jealousy.

She couldn’t help teasing him. "Maybe you do."

He didn’t need any further encouragement. His lips were on hers in an instant, a kiss that was both demanding and tender, as if he needed to feel her close, to prove that she was his.

The jealousy, the possessiveness, all melted away in that kiss, replaced with the reassurance that she belonged to him, and only him.

After a few moments, Kenan pulled back, his eyes searching hers. "Let’s go back inside," he said, his tone softening but still possessive.

She nodded, a smile spreading across her face as she took his hand. When they reentered the bar, Kenan kept her close, his arm around her shoulders, his lips occasionally brushing her cheek as a silent reminder to everyone that she was his.

Max who had been hovering earlier was nowhere to be seen. And just like that, Kenan had made sure no one would dare to get too close to her again.

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Can you write one where kenan and the reader are cuddling on the sofa, and the reader falls asleep on his lap so he carries her up to bed and cuddles her in bed. thankyouuu x

Carried Away~Kenan Yildiz

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The living room was barely lit, the soft glow of the fireplace casting flickering shadows across the walls.

She was curled up on the sofa, legs tucked beneath her, leaning comfortably into Kenan's side. His arm draped lazily over her shoulders, pulling her closer, while his other hand absentmindedly ran fingers through her hair.

The movie playing on the screen was one they'd both seen a dozen times before.

She had started it just for the background noise, her attention more on the comfort of his warmth than the scenes on the screen.

His scent—fresh and familiar—wrapped around her like a blanket, lulling her into a state of serenity.

“You comfortable?” Kenan murmured, his voice low and soothing.

“Mhm,” she hummed, nuzzling further into his chest. “Too comfortable.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her. “That’s the point.”

Minutes passed in contented silence, his hand never stopping its rhythmic stroking.

Slowly, her eyelids grew heavier, the quiet hum of the television and his heartbeat beneath her cheek combining into the perfect lullaby.

Kenan glanced down when he felt her weight shift slightly against him. A small smile tugged at his lips as he realized she had fallen asleep.

Her breathing had evened out, her body completely relaxed, one hand resting lightly on his chest.

“You’re too cute,” he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

For a while, he stayed there, not wanting to disturb her. But as the clock ticked past midnight, he decided it was time to get her into bed.

Carefully, he slid his arm under her knees and the other beneath her back, lifting her with ease.

“Let’s get you more comfortable, love,” he murmured, though she was too far gone to hear.

She stirred slightly as he carried her, her head leaning onto his shoulder. Kenan pressed a gentle kiss to her temple as he ascended the stairs, taking extra care not to jostle her too much.

Reaching the bedroom, he pulled back the covers with one hand before laying her down softly. She curled into the sheets instinctively, and Kenan couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful she looked.

He slid in beside her, pulling the blanket over both of them before wrapping his arms securely around her waist.

As he settled in, she shifted, half-asleep, turning to bury her face in the crook of his neck. “Kenan?” she murmured groggily, her voice barely audible.

“Shh,” he soothed, his lips brushing against her hair. “Go back to sleep, love. I’m here.”

With that, she drifted off again, enveloped in his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling her deeper into slumber.

Kenan tightened his hold, pressing another kiss to her head before closing his eyes, content to hold her for the rest of the night.

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Kenan Yildiz Masterlist

fluff ♡

angst ☾

hurt/comfort ✧

Game on ♡

Pretty Eyes ♡

Our Little Family ♡

Sunshine and Grumbles ♡

Post Game Surprise ♡

Cozy Evening ♡

Close Tonight ♡

My Foolish Forever ♡

Dreams of Forever ♡

Undeniable ♡

What Could've Been ☾♡

Beneath The Surface ✧

Warm Silhouettes ♡

Daylight ♡

Spotlight ♡

Reserved Radiance ♡

Green-eyed ♡

A Soft Place to Fall ♡

Hidden ☾♡

Carried Away ♡

Shoulder To Shoulder ♡

Behind the Screen ♡

Boyfriend!Kenan x Model!reader Headcanon

When It's You ♡

Silent Regrets ☾

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Reserved radiance was amazing ! I was thinking of promt 27 from the fluff section. Maybe kenan comes home from a hard day and just craves reader. Like all he wants to do is just be with her and cuddle and not leave her side. Uk imagine like kenan wanting to be babied and held and little spoon situation.

A Soft Place to Fall~Kenan Yildiz

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27. “Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you're secretly a huge softie”

The door creaked open, and before she even had to look, she felt the heaviness in the air.

Kenan’s footsteps dragged across the floor, his bag hitting the ground with a dull thud. When she turned to him, his usually bright eyes were dim, his shoulders slumped.

“Kenan?” she called softly, slipping off the couch.

He looked up at her, his lips twitching into a weak smile that didn’t fool her for a second. “Hey, love.”

Without another word, she crossed the room, wrapping her arms around his waist. He sighed deeply as he buried his face into her neck, his arms winding around her tightly.

“Bad day?” she whispered, rubbing her hands soothingly up and down his back.

“The worst,” he mumbled against her skin. “I don’t even want to think about it. I just… I need you.”

His words tugged at her heartstrings, and she leaned back slightly, cupping his face. “You’ve got me,” she promised before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

Kenan’s lips parted like he wanted to say something, but instead, he leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed as she trailed kisses down the side of his face.

A kiss on his cheek. Another just under his jaw. And finally, a soft, lingering one on the corner of his mouth.

“Better?” she asked, her voice full of warmth.

He cracked a small, real smile this time, his hands sliding to her waist. “A little. Maybe a few more?”

She laughed softly, brushing her lips against his once, twice, three times, before finally pressing a proper kiss to his mouth. His grip on her waist tightened, and she could feel some of the tension in his shoulders start to melt away.

“Come on,” she murmured against his lips. “Let’s get you on the couch.”

Kenan let her guide him, and as soon as she sat down, he wasted no time curling into her side. He rested his head against her chest, his curls tickling her chin as he snuggled impossibly closer.

“You’re clingy tonight,” she teased, running her fingers through his hair.

“Don’t care,” he muttered, his voice muffled. “Just wanna stay like this forever.”

She grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Forever works for me.”

Kenan shifted slightly, resting his chin on her chest to look up at her. His eyes were softer now, though still rimmed with exhaustion. “Can I have more kisses?”

She giggled, brushing a strand of his hair from his face. “You don’t even have to ask.”

She leaned down, peppering kisses across his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, and finally his lips. He let out a soft hum, his hands gripping her sweater as if to anchor himself to her.

“Happy now?” she teased, brushing her thumb along his jaw.

“Almost,” he said with a lazy grin. “Maybe one more. For good luck.”

She laughed, leaning down to kiss him again, longer this time. When she pulled back, his eyes were closed, and there was a peaceful smile on his face.

“Thank you,” he murmured, snuggling back into her chest. “You’re the best.”

“Don’t worry,” she teased, trailing her fingers gently along his back. “I won’t tell anyone that you’re secretly a huge softie.”

Kenan groaned, though his arms around her waist tightened. “You better not,” he muttered.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” she whispered, pressing one last kiss to his hair.

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Hello,, can i request for Kenan, where reader is super shy and introvert but she's a professional yapper to him and her family only. Kenan introduced her to his teammates and she is very shy and Kenan is surprised because she is always talkative with him. I hope this makes sense, just write however you understand 😅

Reserved Radiance~Kenan Yildiz

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Kenan leaned against the doorframe, watching her as she nervously paced the room, smoothing her sweater for the tenth time. "baby they’re just my teammates, not the royal family."

She stopped in her place, shooting him a look. "Not the royal family? Kenan, they’re practically royalty in football terms! Do you know how intimidating they are?"

"Uh, yeah," he said, crossing his arms and smirking. "I see them shirtless every day. They’re just guys who eat way too much pasta and argue over whose shoes are shinier."

"Well, I’m not used to shiny-shoe people!" she shot back, groaning. "What if they think I’m weird? Or boring? Or that I talk too much?"

Kenan walked over, gently grabbing her hands to stop her frantic movements."aşkim you’ve been stressing about this all day. You don’t talk too much, well, okay, to me you do, but I love it." (my love)

She glared at him. "You’re not helping."

He grinned, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "You’ll be fine. Just be yourself. They’ll love you."

The moment they walked into the restaurant, her nerves skyrocketed. The table was filled with Kenan’s teammates, their laughter and loud voices making her feel even smaller than usual. She clung to Kenan’s arm, wishing she could just teleport home.

"Guys," Kenan said proudly, placing a hand on her back. "This is my girlfriend."

She offered a shy smile, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hi."

"She’s shy," Kenan added with a chuckle, pulling out a chair for her.

Samuel leaned back in his chair, smirking. "Shy? Are you sure this is the same girl you’re always talking about, Kenan? The one who ‘never stops talking’?"

She turned red at his words, sinking into her seat as Kenan laughed. "Hey, she’s different around me," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders protectively.

"Different how?" Tommaso asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kenan grinned. "She gives full lectures about why pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza. You just haven’t unlocked that level yet."

"Kenan" she hissed silently, nudging him in the ribs, but he only laughed harder.

Throughout the meal, she stayed quiet, nodding politely when someone spoke to her but not saying much. Kenan kept glancing at her, his brow furrowed. She was so different from the bubbly, opinionated person he knew at home.

"So, y/n, do you watch football?" Tommaso asked, leaning forward with a curious grin.

"I... watch Kenan," she said honestly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"She’s my biggest fan," Kenan said, nudging her with his shoulder.

"She’s also your quietest fan," Samuel teased, and the table erupted into laughter.

"That’s not fair," Kenan argued, wrapping an arm around her protectively. "She never shuts up at home."

She shook her head at his words, shooting him a warning look. "shut up" she murmured, although she knew he didn't mean any harm

"What? It’s true" he said, grinning. "You talk so much, sometimes I pretend not to hear you just to get a break."

"Wow," she muttered, her cheeks burning though a smile found its way to her face. "Good to know I’m dating a brick wall."

The table howled with laughter, and Kenan just smirked, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "That’s why you love me."

By the time they got home, she was completely drained. She kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. Kenan followed, sitting down beside her and pulling her into his lap.

"That wasn’t so bad, was it?" he asked, running his fingers through her hair.

"You weren’t the one being stared at like a science experiment," she muttered, burying her face in his chest.

"They weren’t staring," he teased. "They were just... trying to figure you out. You’re mysterious, aşkim."

She snorted shaking her head. "Samuel asked if I’m always this quiet or if you just don’t feed me enough," she said, glaring up at him.

Kenan giggled, his shoulders shaking with laughter. "Okay, that one was funny. You’ve got to admit."

"Funny for you, maybe, they probably thought I was boring" she grumbled, but her lips twitched despite herself.

Kenan tilted her chin up, looking at her with mock seriousness. "I will not allow you to slander my girlfriend. You’re not boring. You’re just saving your energy for when we get home, and you can tell me about the meaning of clouds or why birds walk funny."

She rolled her eyes playfully, however with a smile. "I hate you."

"No, you don’t," he said smugly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You love me because I think it’s adorable how shy you are in public."

"Adorable?" she echoed, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," he said, grinning. "It’s like I have this secret version of you that no one else gets to see. The one who argues with me over whether hot dogs are sandwiches and sings off-key to every song on the radio."

Her cheeks flushed, but she couldn’t help laughing softly. "That doesn’t sound very flattering."

"It’s the best," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "You’re my favorite person, whether you’re shy or a professional yapper. But I think it’s cute that you’re totally different around me. Makes me feel special."

She sighed, resting her head against his chest. "You’re lucky I like you so much."

"I know," he said with a smirk, kissing the top of her head. "And don’t worry. Next time, we’ll work on getting you to say more than one word to Tommaso."

"Next time?" she groaned, smacking his chest lightly.

Kenan laughed, holding her tighter. "Relax, I’ll make cue cards for you. We’ll kill it."

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Would you write an early morning cuddles with kenan. x

Daylight~Kenan Yildiz

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・❥・a/n: I changed the fic only a little bit cuz I feel like I write a lot abt lazy mornings 😭

The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains, painting the bedroom in hues of gold and pink.

Kenan stirred awake, his internal clock tuned perfectly to his early training schedule. He turned his head, a small smile tugging at his lips as he gazed at the love of his life, peacefully sleeping beside him.

Her hair was a mess, sprawled over her pillow in soft waves, and her face was relaxed in the kind of serenity only sleep could bring. Kenan’s chest ached with affection as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, careful not to wake her.

“Good morning aşkım” he whispered softly, his voice barely audible in the quiet room. (my love)

Leaning in, he placed a tender kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. He pulled back reluctantly, knowing he had to leave, though every fiber of his being wanted to stay wrapped up in her warmth.

He slipped out of bed quietly, taking his clothes with him to the bathroom so he doesn't wake her up.

He stepped out of the bathroom after he finished, grabbing his training bag as quietly as possible. Before leaving, he took one last glance at her, his heart swelling with love.

“I love you” he murmured, pressing one last kiss on her forehead, knowing she couldn’t hear him but saying it anyway.

Hours later, the sun was higher in the sky when Kenan returned home, his body slightly sore but his spirits lifted. Training had gone well, but all he’d been able to think about was getting back to her. He pushed the door open, setting his bag down quietly in the hallway, and headed toward the bedroom.

She was still asleep. The sight of her wrapped up in the blankets made him chuckle softly. She looked so cozy, so utterly at peace, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

Kenan walked to the bathroom, taking a quick shower to wash off the sweat and grime from training. As he dried himself off and slipped into a pair of soft sweatpants, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of climbing back into bed with her.

The mattress dipped slightly as he joined her, and he carefully slid his arms around her waist, pulling her close. Her body instinctively responded, shifting into his warmth.

“Mmm,” she murmured sleepily, her voice muffled against her pillow. She turned in his arms, her face nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “You smell so good,” she mumbled, her breath tickling his skin.

Kenan laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “canım, you’re still half-asleep, aren’t you?” (my soul)

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, snuggling closer. One of her hands lazily trailed up his chest, her fingers curling into his soft t-shirt. “Missed you.”

His heart melted at her words. “I wasn’t gone that long,” he teased, running his fingers up and down her back in soothing strokes.

“Felt like forever,” she grumbled, still not opening her eyes. Her lips brushed against his neck as she murmured, “Don’t leave me again.”

“I’ll try not to,” he promised, kissing her forehead, then her cheek, and finally her lips in a series of soft, lingering kisses. Each one felt like a declaration of his love, gentle but full of meaning.

She smiled against his lips, finally opening her eyes to look at him. “Hi,” she said sleepily, her face lighting up in a way that made his heart race.

“Hi, aşkım,” he replied, his voice soft and adoring. He cupped her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he leaned in for another kiss, this one longer, deeper, and filled with all the love he felt for her.

They stayed like that for a while, exchanging kisses and whispered words. Eventually, she shifted, straddling his lap and resting her head against his chest.

“How was training?” she asked, her voice still laced with drowsiness but filled with genuine curiosity.

Kenan smiled, running his fingers through her hair. “It was good. I scored a goal in the match we played, but the coach made us run drills for hours afterward. I swear, I think he enjoys torturing us.”

She giggled, the sound making his chest swell with happiness. “Poor baby,” she teased, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

He smirked, tilting her chin up so he could look into her eyes. “I’m not looking for pity, just missed you.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she ducked her head to hide her smile. “I missed you too, baby.”

They spent the rest of the morning tangled up in each other, sharing stories from training, laughter, and countless kisses. Kenan couldn’t help but think that moments like this—waking up with her, holding her close, and simply being together—were what made life so beautiful.

“You’re my world, canım” he whispered against her lips, his voice filled with emotion.

“And you’re mine,” she replied, her smile brighter than the morning sun.

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Can you do promo 14 and 21 with kenan on how he never thought about actually dating until he met her and how she changed his opinion on dating

When It’s You~Kenan Yildiz

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14-“I never planned to fall in love, but here we are.”

21-“I can’t believe you remember all those little things I say.”

Kenan Yildiz had always been a bit of a skeptic when it came to love. His focus had always been on his career, his goals, and his dreams.

Relationships, with all their messy emotions and potential distractions, didn’t fit into the plan. He was the type to scoff when his teammates talked about love, rolling his eyes at their lovesick grins and romantic anecdotes.

But then he met her.

It wasn’t a thunderbolt moment or an immediate spark of realization. It was more like the quiet breaking of dawn—slow, steady, and impossible to ignore.

He noticed the way she laughed, genuine and hearty, as if she weren’t afraid to fill the room with joy. The way her eyes lit up when she talked about her passions. How she always managed to bring out the best in him, even on his worst days.

Kenan found himself seeking out her company, making excuses to talk to her, and eventually, he couldn’t ignore the growing warmth in his chest every time she was around.

One evening, the two were sat in his living room , the movie playing on the TV flickered in the background, its plot long forgotten. Kenan sat beside her on the couch, unusually quiet, his gaze fixed on the floor as if lost in thought.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” she asked, nudging his leg lightly with her foot.

He looked at her, startled, as if he hadn’t realized she was paying attention. A faint smile tugged at his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Just thinking,” he said simply.

She tilted her head, studying him. “Thinking about what?”

Kenan hesitated, his fingers tapping lightly against his knee. “You probably don’t remember, but the first time I ever talked to you, I told you I hated pineapple on pizza.”

She laughed, the memory instantly coming back. “Of course, I remember. You ranted about it for ten minutes. I thought, ‘Wow, this guy really has strong opinions about fruit.’”

His lips quirked up into a small grin. “It wasn’t my proudest moment.”

“Well, I thought it was cute,” she said with a shrug.

He looked at her, his expression softening. “I can’t believe you remember all those little things I say. I didn’t think anyone listened that much.”

“Of course, I listen,” she replied, reaching over to rest her hand on his. “Everything you say matters to me.”

Kenan turned his hand over, threading his fingers through hers. He stared at their intertwined hands for a moment, his thumb gently brushing against her skin.

“you know...I never planned to fall in love,” he admitted, his voice low. “But here we are.”

The sincerity in his tone made her chest tighten. “Kenan…”

“I mean it,” he said, his eyes meeting hers. “I thought love was something other people did. Something that would just get in the way of my plans. I didn’t think it was for me.” He gave a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “But then you came along, and now I can’t imagine not having you in my life.”

Her heart swelled, and she squeezed his hand. “Well, I’m glad I changed your mind.”

He smiled, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead. “You didn’t just change my mind. You changed everything.”

And in that moment, with his hand in hers and his words still lingering in the air, she knew that she had done the same for him.

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as the saying goes: with every high, comes a low

kenan yıldız x reader

A/N: writing this brought back both good memories and ptsd from the euros 🥲🥲 based on this request, thank you for requesting 🤍🤍 also this is so sappyyy, guess who’s in her feels? 😛

W/C: 1.090

ninety minutes of straight-up torture.

a small fifteen-minute break to calm your pounding heart down, before it starts heavily thumping against your rib cage again.

you wouldn’t be surprised if you dropped onto the floor due to the amount of times your heart rate had skyrocketed.

anxiety and anticipation.

the only words that could describe your mental state in the moment.

losing a match was painful, but even more painful after turkey had been doing so well in the tournament.

as the partner of a football player, you carried your own sadness, and your boyfriend’s sadness.

you bite your lip when the referee ends the match. enough to draw a small amount of blood. the metallic taste fills your mouth, and makes you feel even more horrible.

the chants of the turkey supporters had been non-stop since the start of the game. at first full of joy, then encouragement, then slowly trailing off to tears and disappointment.

even so, everyone had an incredible sense of pride in their hearts for their country. no matter the loss.

when you're given the go-ahead, all family members and friends of the turkey players make their way out of their seats.

you hurry as you go down, your heart aching as you imagine all of the disappointment and anger brewing in your lover’s heart.

when you finally reach him, kenan immediately pulls you into a private room. without a word, his arms wrap around your back, and he buries his handsome face in the crook of your neck.

feeling his breath hit your skin, you sigh shakily. not caring about his sweaty hair and body, you reach up to run your hand down his back.

"are you okay?"

of course, he wasn't, but you could barely register how fast the team had lost control of the match. let alone form a coherent, comforting thought.

you rake your unoccupied hand through his hair, your heart beating in your ears as you try to find the words to comfort your boyfriend.

though, his lack of response told you enough.

after a long stretch of silence, you start spilling your thoughts. licking your dry lips before speaking.

"I'm so fucking proud of you, kenan.."

the words leave your mouth with deep emotion. followed by a tremble of your lip as you try to keep your tears at bay.

"whatever people say, whatever anyone says doesn't matter. you worked so fucking hard, you put your entire soul and body into it. that's what matters. you tried, and I know you did your best.."

you pause as a shaky sigh leaves kenan's mouth. his athletic body pressing into yours, the smell of sweat, notes of his musky cologne, and your perfume creating a familiar atmosphere.

your heart breaks when you hear a small sniffle. your eyes closing as you hold back your own tears.

"you can cry. it's okay, cry it out. I know it hurts, baby.." you whisper, finally feeling hot tears hit your own cheeks, as his transfer down your neck.

"I worked so hard. so many nights and days- and this is the performance I put on when my team, and my entire country is leaning on me!.."

"shh, don't blame yourself, honey. I know it will sound cliché, but you did your absolute best. you can’t do more than your best, baby..”

you pause to pat his back, tears messing up your makeup, and making your nose run.

"it was going so well, you guys created so many chances. it was just an unlucky second half.."

"to have something in the palm of my hand, and then to just lose it within twenty minutes- hurts so fucking bad.." his shoulders shake with the painful sobs. the emotion expressed by your boyfriend causing a soft whimper to leave your own mouth.

"never ever think that the entire thing was on you. It was destined to be like this. as humans, we will learn and grow, even if we don’t see immediate results.."

kenan moves his head to look at you, your heart practically cracking at the sadness on his face.

the hopeless look in his beautiful brown eyes, the irritation of his soft skin- and the fastened pace of his pulse.

"why are you crying?" he asks, and you can swear he starts crying harder after seeing the tears on your face.

"because, you're hurting. don't ever want you to feel bad or upset.." your voice cracks, and you tighten your grip on the fabric of his training jacket.

"fuck. don't you ever cry over me, baby.." kenan rasps, cupping your cheek with his roughened palm. both your eyes visibly red and irritated from the salty tears.

"how can I not?" you question, before pulling his head into your neck again. cradling the back of his head, as you hug each other as tightly as humanly possible.

"i love you so much. your joy is mine. so how can your hurt not be mine?" you ask, raking your fingers through his hair.

"i love you too. so bad it kills me to see you cry over me.." he chokes out, his fingers curling around your body, holding you incredibly close against his warm skin.

you hold each other for a couple of minutes, the only sound in the room being the cold air conditioning, and the sound of your combined sobs.

you can hear kenan take a deep, stuttering breath, before he speaks.

"we’re such crybabies.."

his voice is raw, but thick with fondness and warmth..

your lover always knew how to lighten up the mood, while others could never do so in similar situations.

you chuckle a little through tears, pulling back to look at him. you raise your hand to wipe the tears on kenan's cheeks, his bloodshot eyes on yours.

pushing back his hair, you expose his forehead, wiping away the rest of the moisture with your sleeve.

"your eyes are all red.." you comment, knowing you probably looked the exact same.

"what do you need when we get back to the hotel? a bath? a cuddle? good food?" you inquire, wanting to provide him the best comfort you could offer.

you watch him take a breath before he speaks, and he whips out a tissue from his pocket, before dabbing at the tears on your face.

he was so gentle and thoughtful, like always.

"I just need you. I just need my sweet baby next to me, and everything will be alright.."

[httpsdana]

77 & 76 with kenan please!!!

Dreams of Forever~Kenan Yildiz

・❥・prompt list

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・❥・who I write for

76-"You’re the worst with children, you know that?” “I wouldn’t be if they were ours.”

77-" Are you even listening?” “Sorry, sweetheart, you were distracting me.”

Kenan’s easy laughter echoed through the living room as y/n's one-year-old nephew, Leo, looked up at him with wide, uncertain eyes, clinging to her leg. Every time Kenan came close, Leo would bury his face in her leg, whimpering softly. Kenan, of course, found it hilarious.

“Come on, it’s cute!” Kenan chuckled, crouching down and holding out a hand to Leo. “Hey, buddy, I’m not that scary, am I?”

But Leo just pulled back, hugging y/n tighter, his little face scrunched up in worry. y/n tried not to laugh as she comforted him, whispering softly to calm him down. “Kenan, it doesn’t help if you laugh,” she murmured. “He’s never seen you before.”

Kenan just grinned. “Hey, I’m friendly!”

Leo seemed to be getting curious about him, though, reaching forward a little—only to trip on his own two feet and land on his bottom. His lower lip trembled as he looked around in surprise.

“Oh, little guy,” Kenan laughed softly, trying to hold back a grin as Leo's face scrunched up in confusion and shock.

y/n shot him a look, shaking her head as she helped the little child of the ground. “Kenan! You’re the worst with children, you know that?”

Kenan chuckled and leaned in close to her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I wouldn’t be if they were ours.”

The casual, offhand way he said it made her heart skip a beat. She smiled back at him, trying to play it cool, even though his words left a warm, fluttering feeling in her chest. “Imagine if we had our own children…” she murmured, almost to herself.

Kenan smiled, leaning back on the couch as Leo finally relaxed enough to let go of y/n. She gently placed him in the crib she'd set up, giving him a little kiss on the head before covering him with a blanket. He drifted off quickly, leaving her and Kenan alone.

Kenan’s face softened, and he leaned back beside her on the couch, pulling her close. “Think they’d cling to you like this little guy?” he teased, his arm draped over her shoulders. “Or would they be climbing all over me?”

She laughed softly, picturing it. “If they’re anything like you, I’d have to pry them off the ceiling. And can you imagine if they grew up bilingual? They’d be switching between languages, confusing all the kids at school, and getting into trouble like their dad”

“Oh, trouble, huh?” Kenan raised an eyebrow, looking amused. “I thought you’d want them to be the best-behaved kids in class.”

“Best-behaved? Maybe in public,” she said with a grin. “But at home, they’d be absolute menaces. And maybe they’d grow up playing football just like their dad.”

Kenan was nodding along, but as she looked over at him, she noticed his gaze was fixed on her, his eyes soft and almost mesmerized. y/n tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. “Kenan… are you even listening?”

He blinked, as if waking from a daydream, and a sheepish smile crept onto his face. “Sorry, sweetheart, you were distracting me.” He reached over, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek.

“You’re hopeless,” she teased, laughing softly as he leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Can you blame me?” he murmured, letting his hand slide down to hold hers, intertwining their fingers. “You’re beautiful, and here you are, talking about us having kids. How am I supposed to focus on anything else?”

Her cheeks warmed as he leaned in, brushing his lips gently against hers. His hand slipped around her waist, pulling her closer until she was snuggled into his arms. “I like the idea,” he whispered. “Of us… our little family.”

y/n smiled, resting her head on his shoulder as she felt his fingers trace gentle patterns on her back. “I’d want them to have your sense of humor… and maybe your patience too. You’d be such a good dad.”

Kenan’s eyes softened as he looked at her, and he brought his lips close to hers, pressing a gentle kiss that seemed to say everything he felt. “And I know you’d be an amazing mom.”

For a moment, the two of them sat there in each other’s arms, just imagining the future that suddenly felt so close, so real. Finally, he smiled, brushing his thumb across her cheek and whispering, “Guess we’d make really good parents, huh?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, feeling his lips press softly to hers once more as she melted into him.

[httpsdana]

Heyy. Love love love ur stories. So i was thinking one for kenan. I imagine him to be someone who appreciates a thicker curvier girl. My idea is that reader is such a girl with thick thighs and a bit of a tummy and maybe she gets insecure about it and being with kenan that maybe she doesnt deserve him or should be with some model… anyways and kenan catches her and goes off on a cute rant about how obsessed he is wirh her figure and just fliff and cute and i imagine hom to rly like love those parts of her

Warm Silhouettes~Kenan Yildiz

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

The evening played on a loop in her head: the models with their perfect smiles and effortless confidence, the way they seemed to belong beside the players, like they were all plucked from the same magazine spread.

She stood in front of the mirror in Kenan’s oversized shirt, her fingers nervously tracing the soft curve of her stomach.

The doubt crept in, gnawing at her. He deserves someone like them. Someone who doesn’t have thick thighs or a visible tummy. Someone...better.

The door creaked open behind her, and Kenan stepped in, his face lighting up the second he saw her.

“There’s my girl,” he said warmly, walking over and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “What are you doing in here all alone? You hiding from me?”

She gave a half-hearted smile, leaning back into his chest. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking?” He kissed the side of her neck, his voice muffled against her skin. “About how cute I am? ‘Cause I’ve been told I’m very cute.”

She couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “No, Kenan. Not about you.”

He turned her around to face him, his eyes narrowing playfully. “Okay, now I’m offended. What could possibly be more important to think about than me?”

She hesitated, glancing down. “It’s stupid…”

Kenan tilted his head, pouting like a little kid. “Hey, no calling my girl stupid. Only I get to call you names, and they’re all nice. Like ‘my little squish.’”

She laughed, but it quickly turned into a sigh. “I just... I felt out of place tonight. Like I don’t belong around all those... perfect women. They’re so thin, so put together. And I’m... not.”

Kenan’s eyes widened in shock, his jaw dropping dramatically.

“Excuse me? Did you just insult my girlfriend? Oh no, no, no. We’re not doing this.” He took a step back and held up a hand like he was stopping traffic.

“First of all, those ‘perfect women’? Boring. Do they have the world’s softest thighs? No. Do they have the cutest little tummy that’s like a personal pillow for me? Absolutely not. And don’t get me started on their lack of squish.”

She blinked, caught between laughing and crying. “Squish?”

“Yes, squish,” he said, poking her stomach gently and grinning. “I love this squish. I’d marry this squish if I could. You? You’re my dream girl. You’ve got all the good stuff: soft thighs, a perfect tummy, and don’t even get me started on that butt—”

“Kenan!” she interrupted, laughing despite herself.

“What? It’s true!” He pulled her closer, his hands resting on her hips. “Babe, I’m obsessed. You think I want some model? Nah. I want you—my cuddle queen, my thigh pillow, my little lovebug.”

She covered her face with her hands, her cheeks burning. “You’re so silly.”

He gently pulled her hands away, his face softening. “I’m serious, though. I love everything about you. Every curve, every soft spot, every little bit of you that makes you you. You’re not just enough—you’re everything.”

Tears filled her eyes, but they were tears of joy this time. “Kenan…”

“And,” he added with a cheeky grin, “if you ever say anything bad about yourself again, I’m going to write a song about your thighs and sing it at every team dinner. Loudly.”

She burst out laughing, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Please don’t.”

“I will,” he teased, kissing her forehead. “I’ll make sure everyone knows how perfect my girl is.”

She kissed him, smiling against his lips. “I love you, Kenan.”

He grinned, brushing his nose against hers. “I love you more, my little squish.”