#kenan yildiz blurb

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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

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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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Kenan Yildiz (Juventus) - Let Me Help

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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.”

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KENAN YILDIZ IS YOUR FIANCÉ?

where her students discover that kenan is her fiancé

pairing: kenan yildiz x teacher reader!

a/n: i want to thank 🪐 anon, you helped me improve this story haha but a few years ago i wrote a story similar to this one with ben chilwell, but those were pandemic times :/ unfortunately i no longer have the original post, but rewriting it was really cool.

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The mayor decided to hold classes remotely for a day due to an event that would leave the streets of Turin busy. You don't mind teaching and being at home, and the children wouldn't mind changing for one day either, in fact they are curious. When they received the news that they would have online classes, they shared loud and clear that they wanted to see what your house was like.

"I'll only show you my house if you show yours."

You made your 9 year old students laugh.

The office on the third floor of your house was made for events like this. In fact, you teach Italian classes remotely to people from all over the world. However, a leak must leave the space closed. And today, you will have to teach on the kitchen counter.

"Kenan, love. It'll take me an hour in the kitchen, if you need anything, text me."

Your fiancé appeared in the room, he seemed to be looking for something.

"It's okay, I won't bother you."

Yildiz gave you a kiss on the cheek after grabbing a drink from the fridge and going up to his room, he intended to make the most of his day off from training. Since he couldn't stay with you, he decided to watch whatever was on TV.

"Signora, your kitchen is very beautiful." Your student's high-pitched voice was the first thing you heard when you entered the virtual classroom.

"Thank you, Amelia." You smiled at the screen. "I'm glad to see you guys with the camera on, I thought you guys would be embarrassed."

"You said you would only show us your house if we showed us ours."

"You guys really took this seriously." You chuckled subtly. "But come on, we have to start studying."

You heard countless sounds of children snorting, which made you laugh out loud. They turned on the microphone just to do that.

"You guys are very lazy. But don't worry, we're just going to practice what we saw in class yesterday."

Out of the corner of your eye you quickly saw a figure pass by. Which made you jump back slightly. It was Kenan, he looked at you with an awkward smile.

"I forgot my cell phone." He whispered, but not quietly enough.

"How is there with you, Signora?"

His gaze was divided between the computer screen and Kenan smiling embarrassedly, knowing he couldn't be there.

"Stop taking care of your teacher's life."

Someone who shared the same room as one of the children, screamed.

"Oh my God." Your student said as he kept his eyes peeled for Kenan's figure passing behind you trying not to be seen, "Kenan Yildiz. Do you live with Kenan Yildiz?"

The children began to talk together, some wondering who Kenan was and others almost crying.

You turned your head back a little to look at Kenan. "Sorry." He mumbled.

You gave the Turkish man a reassuring smile. "It's okay."

Not enough reason to be mad at Yildiz. You knew that the kids would find out sooner or later that Kenan was your fiancé. In fact, you don't know how they didn't find out before, your photos wearing the Juve jersey at the stadium on match days appear on several gossip portals.

You reached out to gently pull Yildiz by the sleeve of the long shirt he was wearing. Seeing the children's reaction to seeing him up close made you laugh out loud, again.

"I want you to meet someone very special to me." You saw Kenan's cheeks flush "My fiancé."

"I can't believe my favorite teacher is engaged to my favorite player."

"Kenan please, come visit us at school."

Like you, Kenan laughed at their reaction. What’s more, he felt proud knowing that the children felt so much affection for you. Seeing you becoming a teacher, as you always dreamed of, makes Yildiz feel happy.

"I'll visit you only if you pay attention in class today, okay?"

Total silence. The children just nodded.

"Great. I'll leave you guys alone now." He walked away smiling and waving at the computer camera. "Love you, good job." You read his lips and blew a kiss in his direction.

Your students were in awe, you laughed at their reaction after Yildiz's cameo. They couldn't believe.

"I can't believe my teacher is Kenan Yildiz's fiancée."

The days passed, and they couldn't get Kenan out of their heads. You even tried to get Kenan to come to a cultural event that was going to be held at the school, but the busy schedule didn't allow them to go.

But Kenan was eager to meet the school, the staff, and the kids. After all, you always speak so highly of them. Why wouldn't he enjoy meeting the people you like?

And it was on a random Thursday that he decided to pick you up at the school where you teach. Kenan arrived a few seconds before the bell rang and the children were released. He was outside the car, leaning on the side of the vehicle and smiling as he watched you say goodbye to the students.

"Miss, your fiancé is here." One of the girls warned you and you saw him waving as you looked up.

The children crowded around you. "Call him to come here, please." The sly voice made you smile and do as asked.

Yildiz was happy when he saw you waving, calling him to come in. And he promptly followed towards you.

He was hugged by several children, even those who weren't even his students. He looked at you with a smile that took up almost his entire face.

"They were waiting for this moment anxiously."

"I imagine, I promised them I would come."

[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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celebrating the win against austria with your boyfriend

kenan yıldız x reader

A/N: my first kenan fic!! based on this request! thank you for requesting 🤍

W/C: 1.604

just a couple minutes.

that was all that was left for turkey to win their match, and to be a part of the last eight teams competing for the euros this year.

your heart had already leaped when austria had scored one goal in the sixty-sixth minute of the game, and just like everyone rooting for the same team as you, you hoped it would stay 2-1 for turkey.

you had obviously come to support your loving boyfriend, his first euro tournament in his career. he had already played a good eighty minutes, before his coach had decided to take him off.

sometimes he'd glance at you when the game was paused during a certain foul or injury. wanting to make sure you were still there, screaming and clapping in support for him. of course, the glances were pretty short, he had to focus on the game, and you knew that as well.

kenan would give you all the attention after the game, whether he won or lost.

making eye contact with him was your absolute favorite part. it was no secret that your boyfriend was a looker. every time he'd show up on the big screen, you had to hold yourself back from fawning a little too much, though the eye candy was always welcome.

especially in his white kit, it made him look like an angel as he was running around the pitch. the sweat from being incredibly active, darkening his brown hair.

you'd chuckle and smile at the occasional wink he would send you. it leaving you flustered and hot, although it had been drizzling for the past few seconds, it helping you cool down a little.

you fold your arms up, against your chest. wiping the rain that had been dripping down onto your naked arms, your turkey kit not helping you since it’s a t-shirt. you tap your shoe impatiently against the ground, well- the bleachers.

the game pauses for a second during an injury, watching the medics arrive. you look up suddenly when you're nudged by kenan's mother, who's sat next to you, a confused expression on her face.

"look up.." she says, pointing over and up to one of the huge screens in the leipzig stadium. you furrow your brows, not recognizing your own face for a moment.

realizing it's in fact you, on the screen, you smile, trying not to look awkward. your mother-in-law laughs, nudging for you to stop being so tense.

you chuckle, your lips pulling into relaxed smile, you wave your little türkiye flag, sending a quick flying kiss to the camera.

your face heats up at the sudden attention of the thousands of people in the stadium, and you're relieved when the camera pans back to the pitch, the game resuming.

you shake the situation off quickly, hoping you looked good at least.

your breath hitches when you hear the extra time being announced, and get ready for another torturous four minutes.

your mind switches to how anxious kenan himself might feel, at this point, he couldn't do anything about it. he could only trust his teammates to continue defending and possibly score another goal.

you turn to kenan's mother, an anxious expression on her face. you immediately grab onto her hand, smiling at her before squeezing her hand in reassurance. she turns to you, sending you a warm smile back.

you don't have to speak to know what emotions are running through your bodies, it's visible from the look in your eyes.

since you and kenan had been dating for more than a year, you had gotten very close to his parents. especially his mother, having her share the same feelings as you was both reassuring and very important to you.

the entire turkish supporting side of the stadium erupts in gasps and shouts as the ball is headed by a member of the opposition.

everyone's jaw slaws open in shock and happiness when goalkeeper gunök successfully swats the ball away, to prevent a last-minute disaster for turkey.

you and kenan's family start jumping in happiness, along with the thousands of fans. the noise is incredibly loud, and it seems to reach a higher frequency when the full-time whistle is blow.

you watch multiple of kenan's teammates drop to the grass in exhaustion and relief, some running to the goalie and some jumping up and down in happiness.

your heart beats faster when you look for kenan, smiling lovingly when you make eye contact with him. he waves to you, and his family.

the smile on his face makes you swoon, and you have to hold yourself back to not run up to the pitch and plant a fat kiss on his cheek.

the celebration lasts a couple minutes, and you all chant along as the players and staff make a circle in the middle of the pitch.

you immediately perk up when you're allowed to go down to the pitch. waiting for kenan's family to greet him first, as you fiddle with your white handbag. a gift from kenan on your last birthday..

"liebing.." kenan immediately coos in his first language, opening his arms wide for you to nestle in between them.

you wrap your arms around him, pressing your face against his chest. he brings you into his chest, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

"did you enjoy the game?" he asks, leaning down. his bigger hands cup your jaw, and he presses a tender kiss onto your forehead.

you close your eyes, soaking up the loving touch, feeling rain drizzle on you. the sky darkening as darker clouds become visible in the sky.

"i did enjoy the game. I'm proud of you, baby.." your mutter, looking up into his brown eyes.

he grins down at you, thumb wiping at your face. cheeks wet from the rain.

"oh! you're ruining my makeup!.." you complain, though you don't move or try to swat his hand away.

"it's pretty like this. just like on the big screen. that kiss was for me, right, liebe?" he quirks up his slit brow, peering down at you with a cocky expression.

"you saw that?"

"of course, I almost forgot where I was.."

you chuckle at his words, rolling your eyes in a teasing manner, before humming against his chest.

"aren't you cold?" he suddenly says, eyes darting to his parents. noticing that his father had already given his jacket to his mother. the both of them chatting with his teammate arda's parents.

you don't even get to open your mouth to respond, before he drapes his white training jacket over your shivering shoulders, forcing you to pull your arms through the warm jacket.

"thank you.." you smile, making him lean down for you to kiss his cheek.

the smile on your face grows bigger at his own grin, his pearly whites showing.

"now you're getting all wet, though.." you observe, reaching up to fix his wet hair. the once fluffy brown locks, now soaked and flat, stuck to his forehead.

you don't even notice the cameraman right next to you, totally immersed in fixing kenan's recently washed hair, and definitely not realizing that a huge camera is pointed towards you two.

"you need a warm shower, and maybe some tea. are you allowed to go out tonight? or do you still have a curfew?.."

you frown as your questions don't get answered, and make a confused noise when you feel his hand pressing against your back. pressing you flush against his chest.

"what're you doing, baby?" you question, following his eyes, only to land on the biggest camera lens you've ever seen in your life.

"oh.." you mumble in realization, instantly flickering your eyes away, and watching the protective look in your boyfriend's eyes.

even though you had been filmed before, when you'd attend kenan's juventus games, it never got any easier.

dating an athlete just came with unwanted attention and filming, though you tried not to let it show.

your chuckle to yourself out of embarrassment, burying your face into his chest.

"am I supposed to be looking at the camera?" you ask, words muffled, feeling his hands on your back. his fingertips dancing onto the wet fabric of the jacket.

"no, you don't have to if you're not comfortable. it's starting to pour out here. let's go inside.." he murmurs into your ear, before grabbing on your hand.

"are we running? what if we slip on the grass?" you ask, squinting and trying to cover your eyes from the rain with your arm.

"come on, i'll catch you if you fall.."

you manage to sneak a glimpse of the teasing smile on his face, before he starts dashing towards the inside of the stadium. a chocked laugh leaves your mouth, squealing at how fast he's running.

but, you're a little too happy you're inside, when you see how fast the rain switched from drizzling to pouring out of the sky.

"I'm not a footballer like you, remember?" you pant, placing your hands on your knees and bending over. trying to catch your breath, probably looking crazy to the family and friends of kenan's teammates.

you don't notice when he steps away for just a second, coming back with a towel to dry you off.

you feel his hand on your shoulder, then a soft towel on your head. you stand straight, grabbing the white towel off your face.

"thank you.." you mumble, patting your face dry, then reach up to dry his face with the other side of the towel.

unbeknownst to you two, you're still being filmed.

no doubt these clips will be posted on the internet tomorrow, and you'd try to figure out how to navigate this new-found publicity, with kenan by your side, of course.

[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.

Likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. Lmk if you want tagged in any of my posts.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[macybeckham7]

ooo yes write for kenan not the og person who asked for it. but can you do one where he has been trying to convince her to go on a date with her. she goes to the game and then they go for a dinner

You share a mutual friend and when he saw you in a photo he instantly clicked on your name and stalked your instagram feed before pressing follow. He slides into your dms, you share a few messages with the two of you sharing some banter and flirting. He decided to take the plunge and asked you on a date, things went back and forth as he was convinced that you were just trying to make him beg, keep him on his toes. You went to a game and told him that you would boo him when you saw him, which made him laugh as he read it as he leaves the team coach. After the game he hugs you all sweaty and hot, which makes you push him off you. ‘How about the date?’ he smiles as he gently pokes you on your nose. ‘Not a date but I’ll let you take me for dinner’ you beam at him. He takes you somewhere fancy, the two of you sit opposite each other for two courses, he makes you laugh and you both hanging onto every word you say to each other.

[spotofimagines]

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Wrestling - WWE, AEW, NJPW, some from other places

Football (soccer) - Mainly Premier League but definitely open to other leagues including woso

Marvel - MCU, X-Men, Deadpool characters, Daredevil characters

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Harry Potter - Golden Trio, Fantastic Beasts, Marauders, HPHM

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Peaky Blinders

Sons of Anarchy

Mayans MC - only up to season 2

Hunger Games - not including the prequel

Maze Runner

YouTube - mainly Sidemen and British vloggers

Actors/Musicians

Who I don’t write

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F1

Riverdale

Teen Wolf

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

The Flash

Bad Education

Kenan Yildiz, Xavi Simons

[httpsdana]

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

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: I only chose two of these prompts cause I can't really use all 5 together.

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.

[httpsdana]

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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・❥・who I write for

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.

[httpsdana]

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 ☾

Bookworm ♡

[httpsdana]

Please, make a hc model!reader x bfKenan Yildiz

Boyfriend Headcanon~Kenan Yildiz x Model!Reader

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

❖bf! Kenan is the type to be your biggest supporter. If he ever sees a billboard of you he'll take a picture and post it on his story, captioning it “my queen”

❖bf! Kenan is the type to have interest in your fashion world. He loves when you give him fashion advice, making his fits look sharper and more presentable.

❖bf! Kenan is the type to love attending events with you, knowing all he gets to do is stand by your side while you shine on your own.

❖bf! Kenan is the type to love mimicking your runway walk at home, though it's it's always done with pure admiration. He would strut dramatically into the living room, posing s he stood in front of you before saying, “you think they'd hire me as your partner?”

❖bf! Kenan is the type to always give you gentle compliments. He knows how hard the modelling industry can be, so he's always there to remind you how far you've come and how you've inspired others, never forgetting to mention how beautiful you always look, even after facing criticism.

❖bf! Kenan is the type to plan the most romantic getaways. With both of your busy schedules, you barely get any special time together, so he always makes sure this time is perfectly planned to help you both unwind after your busy weeks.

❖bf! Kenan is the type to always be cheering from afar. When he can’t attend your shows, he stays glued to live streams or Instagram updates, sending you live commentary like, “That dress is insane, but you’re the star of it!”

❖bf! Kenan is the type to always be next to you when getting ready for an important event. He has a ritual of helping you get ready. He’s the one zipping up your dresses, complimenting you endlessly, and making sure you have everything you need.

[httpsdana]

Hiii!! Could you do a kenan yildiz x reader imagine?? The reader is part of a girl group, kenan has a crush on her so he is always lurking into her dms,her insta posts her tiktok.. and fans start shipping them but reader is not very pleased. One time they happen to be on the same fashion event and the reader finally sees kenan in person and is amazed by how handsome and polite he is so they start dating.

Behind the Screen~Kenan Yildiz

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

Being a part of one of the biggest girl groups in the world meant living her life under constant scrutiny. Every Instagram post, TikTok, or red carpet appearance became fodder for the fans. But lately, there was a new kind of attention—one she couldn’t quite escape.

It all started with a certain footballer.

Kenan Yildiz, who had been lingering in her online space for months. He’d like her posts within minutes, occasionally drop a subtle emoji in the comments, and even reposted a TikTok challenge her group did, citing it as his “new favorite trend.”

Fans caught on almost immediately, flooding his and her profiles with edits and theories.

“Kenan’s so down bad for y/n”

“He’s literally her biggest fan, don’t fight me on this.”

“Imagine the power couple they’d be.”

At first, sje brushed it off, chalking it up to harmless fan antics. But when the comments and ships started overshadowing her actual work, it grated on her nerves.

She didn’t know him. To him, he was just another famous face with too much time on his hands.

Then came the fashion event.

Dressed in a sleek gown, she walked into the glitzy venue, cameras flashing as reporters called her name.

The event was packed with celebrities, designers, and influencers. Somewhere in the crowd, Kenan was lurking, and she was determined to avoid him.

But fate had other plans.

She spotted him almost immediately, leaning casually against a marble pillar, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit.

His confidence radiated effortlessly, drawing attention from everyone in the room. When his green eyes met hers, he smiled.

Her breath hitched. He was undeniably handsome—more so in person than in any of the pictures or videos she'd seen online. And then, to her dismay, he started walking toward her.

“y/n,” he greeted, his voice smooth and warm. “I’m Kenan. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Finally?” she echoed, raising an eyebrow.

He grinned, a little sheepish but still charming. “I guess I’ve made it obvious I’m a fan.”

She couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. “You think?”

“I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable,” he added quickly, his tone sincere. “That was never my intention. I just... think you’re incredible.”

His straightforwardness caught her off guard. For someone who seemed larger than life online, he came across as genuine and polite in person.

“Thank you,” she said softly, suddenly unsure why she'd been so annoyed by him in the first place. “I guess I’ve noticed you’re... persistent.”

He chuckled. “I prefer to think of it as dedicated.”

The conversation flowed surprisingly easily after that. Kenan wasn’t just handsome; he was funny, down-to-earth, and attentive in a way that made her feel like the only person in the room.

The initial tension melted as she found herself enjoying his company far more than she expected.

By the end of the night, they exchanged numbers, the interaction causing a frenzy online as fans speculated wildly. Unlike before, though, she didn’t mind.

Kenan texted her the next day, and what started as casual conversations quickly grew into something more.

He wasn’t just a footballer sliding into her DMs—he was kind, funny, and genuine in a way that felt rare in her world.

When they went on their first official date, she realized just how wrong her initial assumptions had been.

Kenan wasn’t just infatuated with the idea of her—he wanted to know the real her, the one who existed beyond the stage and the social media posts.

As the weeks passed, the fans got their “power couple,” and for the first time, she didn’t feel annoyed by the attention. Because being with Kenan? That felt right for her.

[httpsdana]

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

・❥・prompt list

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・❥・who I write for

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."

[httpsdana]

Would you write an early morning cuddles with kenan. x

Daylight~Kenan Yildiz

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・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

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

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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