#kenan yildiz blurb

[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.

[the-offside-rule]

Kenan Yildiz (Juventus) - Let Me Help

Requested: no

Warnings: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[rwshfordgirl]

5. Summer Love summary: he swore he would never again meet the girl he met on a beach in santorini, but on christmas eve, back in the country where he lives, a trip to the market makes them meet again. word counter: 1.566 pairing: kenan yildiz × reader a/n: it was a day late but it came out hahah i hope you like the last imagine of the prompts! please disregard any grammatical errors ;)

🎄 christmas prompts 🎄

turin, december, 2024

sometimes in the silence of the night, kenan would close his eyes and soon his ears would be filled with the sound of the sea and a female figure would soon approach him. four months had already passed and he couldn't forget the girl he met on santorini in the summer of that year.

he didn't have her number, he had not found the girl's profile on social media. yildiz only had her first name and  memories. memories that passed through his head every day without exception.

he rolled his eyes every time the voice in his head wondered what it would be like if they had exchanged contact information. "she would keep you warm in the cold", "she would spend christmas with you." they didn't even kiss, why did he think that?

"yildiz, let's go with me to the market! my mother forgot to buy some things." his cousin appeared at the door of the room where he was and the turkish man snorted "okay." he said getting out of bed and putting on his shoes.

christmas eve, snowing. the last thing he wanted to do was leave the house, but he was willing to accommodate his family's wishes. he went down the stairs of the house complaining mentally, grabbed the keys and went to wait for his cousin inside the car. "first time driving in the snow." his cousin commented when she got into the vehicle and saw the boy in the driver's seat, she even clapped her hands. but kenan just rolled his eyes and headed towards the market.

"let's be objective." the player said to his cousin as soon as he got out of the car, "you're becoming antisocial." his cousin replied "just because i don't want to be stuck inside a supermarket on christmas eve." the cousin shrugged "get me a cart, i'll wait for you inside."

kenan didn't answer, he just snorted and went to get one of the few carts left. but someone put their hand on the cart at the same time as him "oh sorry" the girl said as she grabbed another one. the football player was stunned, his mind automatically went back to santorini.

                    santorini, july, 2024

yn doesn't know how, but she ended up at a party of someone she didn't know at all. she's not really into these types of events and her friends left her alone. "i should be home," she thought as she sat on the wall of the house with a bottle of water in her hand. she wouldn't enjoy the party, but she would enjoy the beautiful view of the greek island.

out of the corner of her eye, yn watched someone arrive, a young man in a white linen button-down shirt. "i'm not the only one who wants to stay here enjoying the view," the girl said mentally. she looked straight at the boy as he sat on the wall. he smiled at her and she smiled back.

yn doesn't know, but the young man sitting next to her is kenan yildiz, a promising young player in turkish football. she doesn't remember, but she had seen him several times on television when she joined her brother to watch juventus games. 

"aren't you in the mood?" kenan asked, pointing to the party a little far away from them. "no, i only came because they forced me to." kenan laughed. "i came because i wanted to, but i should have stayed home." he confessed to the stranger "and to make it worse they left me alone here." yn commented and kenan snorted "i would be pissed if they did that to me." yn laughed "lucky for them that i like to enjoy the view, especially one i've never seen before." yn pushed her hair back. "first time here?" he asked, looking fixedly in her direction. "yes, first time in greece." kenan nodded and directed his gaze towards the sea.

yn would like to sleep there, listening to the sound of the waves breaking and the refreshing wind blowing on the island. "are you from here?" she asked the boy next to her, talking would keep her from dozing off in a place like this. "nah, born in germany, naturalized turkish and living in italy." yn was surprised "eurotour." yn commented before taking a sip of water "i bet that you are a football player." yildiz gave a light laugh "you're right." yn smiled "how do you know?" he questioned "you have the face of a player."

it got dark quickly, yn and yildiz seemed like two long-time friends talking. the player was enchanted by yn, everything about her was incredible. he wished he would never leave. kenan didn't know, but yn had someone and she just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible because she was thinking things she shouldn't think about yildiz, who she had met a few hours ago but is someone who makes an impact on other people's lives.

she was saying something about the chemistry college she was studying when her cell phone rang. she answered it and said a quick "goodbye" to the turkish man. he, in turn, was stunned. kenan immediately thought he would never see her again. and he was sure of this thought when he looked for her for three days on the streets of santorini, every time she left the house where she was staying.

              turin, december, 2024

never. never at all. he would never have imagined that he would meet the girl in a market in turin on christmas eve. "what are you doing here?" he asked in disbelief at what he was seeing. yn's eyes widened. "visiting my brother! It's so good to see you too, kenan." the girl said without understanding why kenan seemed so angry to see her after so long.

"can we talk alone?" he asked after looking around and seeing the commotion that was close to them. kenan even forgot about his cousin who was waiting for him inside the market. "okay." the player lightly held yn's arm and took her close to where he had parked the car. an empty place.

"why did you seem like you didn't want to see me at all?" the girl asked as she crossed her arms and leaned her back against the turkish player's car. "what? why do you think i didn't want to see you?" yildiz looked confused "your tone of voice and your expressions." kenan took a deep breath, "i'm sorry to tell you, but you're very wrong." he began to speak. "you haven't left my head for a second since we met in greece. you have no idea how desperate i was looking for you on that island after you left without even saying goodbye properly."

yn's mouth formed a perfect o. she laughed nervously after hearing this. "are you crazy? we spent three hours talking and you just couldn't forget me?" yn didn't think it was so bad after she said it and stopped to think about it. she knew she had the player in mind too. "and is that a problem?" he asked ironically "man, sorry for leaving without saying goodbye properly. something happened and i had to leave in a hurry." she said "and nothing was going to happen between us, i had a boyfriend." she admitted  you had , now you don't have anymore?" yn laughed at the question "we broke up as soon as i got back to london."

yildiz was looking into yn's eyes, a thousand things going through her head. although she found yildiz's behavior strange, she had also been enchanted by the boy after twenty minutes of conversation back in santorini. he was the man of her dreams.

"i thought about following you on Instagram." yn confessed "and why didn't you?" yn bit her lips and looked to the side "because you wouldn't see, how many follower notifications don't you get per day?" kenan sighed deeply.

"how long are you staying here?" he asked. "i'm leaving on the 28th." yn replied "great. we'll have a date on the 26th then." yildiz took his phone out of his pocket and yn looked at him with raised eyebrows, thinking about how crazy he was. "give me your number, i can't risk losing you again." yn laughed but took the phone from his hand. It was open, ready for her to add a new contact, and so she did. she returned the cell phone.

"i really enjoyed meeting you that day, yn." he confessed "i also really enjoyed meeting you, yildiz" she said "but you have no idea, i've never met anyone like you, ever. i listened to you talk for three hours but i could do this every day of my life." yn smiled when she heard that "you're cute and crazy, my type." yn said.

the two said goodbye, yildiz made her promise that they would have a date the day after christmas and so she did. and kenan said he wouldn't even be able to sleep thinking about it. she laughed at him.

"my god, yildiz, i thought you had abandoned me here." his cousin said as soon as she saw him arriving with the cart, "sorry, i didn't mean to." he smiled for no reason. "judging by your smile, i think your mother will have a daughter-in-law very soon."

[jsprnt]

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.

[planetpedri]

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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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

This is a list of who has been requested before that I have stopped writing for/won’t write for, mainly due to unfamiliarity.

F1

Riverdale

Teen Wolf

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

The Flash

Bad Education

Kenan Yildiz, Xavi Simons

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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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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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71 with kenan how he wants reader to stay with him instead of going back to her house because he’s lonely in his house

Close Tonight~Kenan Yildiz

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71-"Stay with me tonight,"

As the credits rolled on the movie, Kenan stretched out with a yawn, his arm still draped comfortably around his girlfriend. The two of them had spent the evening on his couch, nestled under a warm blanket, laughing and sharing snacks as the movie played.

It had been a cozy, perfect night, one of those moments that felt like a warm hug, and now, as it was getting late, y/n wanted to get up and start gathering her stuff so she can leave.

But before she could stand, Kenan tightened his hold on her, his eyes soft and almost pleading as he looked at her. “Stay with me tonight,” he said, his voice gentle yet with a hint of vulnerability.

She hesitated for a bit, her gaze dropping. "Kenan, I... I don’t want to overstay my welcome," she murmured, a small smile tugging at her lips, even though part of her wanted nothing more than to stay.

He tilted his head, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You’re never overstaying, my love. I’m the one who invited you, remember?” He gave a soft chuckle, trying to make it easier for her. “Besides, it’s too late to go home now, and… I’d miss you.”

His words made her heart flutter. Kenan was rarely this open about how he felt, and seeing that hint of vulnerability in his eyes tugged at her heartstrings. “Are you sure?” she asked, voice barely a whisper, still hesitating.

“Absolutely,” he replied, his thumb grazing her cheek. “It’s… just that, sometimes this place feels so empty” He paused, his gaze dropping for a moment before he looked back up at her, smiling gently. “I’m not ready for you to go yet.”

Feeling a warmth spread through her, y/n leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Alright,” she murmured, and his face lit up with a smile that made her heart race.

He pulled her closer, wrapping her in a tight hug, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“You don’t know how happy that makes me, baby. I’ll make you the coziest little setup. We can keep watching movies all night if you want, or…” He trailed off, his fingers tracing little patterns on her back beneath her shirt.

“I think I like that idea,” she replied, hugging him just as tightly.

Kenan led her to his room, where he wrapped her up in his arms, pulling the blanket over both of them. The two of them spent the next hour watching random movies and talking softly, sharing little secrets, and laughing until her cheeks hurt.

Every so often, he would steal kisses, his lips brushing hers softly before he would rest his forehead against hers, murmuring soft, sweet things that made her feel all warm inside.

After a while, they both lay tangled up together, a comfortable silence filling the room. y/n felt his hand rubbing small circles on her back as he whispered, “I’m so glad you’re here with me. I don’t want to be anywhere else if it’s not with you.”

She looked up at him, her heart melting as she saw the love in his eyes. “I feel the same way, you know?” she replied, brushing a strand of his hair back as she leaned in for another gentle kiss.

“Good,” he murmured against her lips. “Because I don’t think I’m ever letting you leave, angel.”

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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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Hiii~ can you make a fiction for Kenan Yildiz where it’s a day off for him and the reader (his wife) and they are having a family day with their 3 years old son and 1 year old daughter , where they are taking care of them , playing a little and when the kids fall asleep they both cuddle in bed and have a romantic talk to sleep.

Thank you in advance sweetheart , your fictions are truly amazing 💗.

Our Little Family~Kenan Yildiz

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The sun was just peeking through the curtains when y/n felt a small tug on the blanket. She groaned softly, still half-asleep, but she could already sense what was happening. Their 3-year-old son, Emir, was standing by the bed, his bright brown eyes wide and a mischievous smile on his face. He had clearly been up for a while.

"Mama, Papa," Emir whispered, tugging again, "I'm hungry!"

She heard a soft chuckle beside her. Kenan stirred, his arm slipping around her waist as he opened his eyes.

“Good morning, buddy,” Kenan said, his voice still husky from sleep. “Are you ready for a fun day?”

Emir nodded excitedly, his curly hair bouncing. y/n couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. Sitting up, she heard a second, quieter noise from the baby monitor: their 1-year-old daughter, Leyla, was awake too, babbling to herself in her crib.

“I’ll get her,” she said, kissing Kenan’s cheek before climbing out of bed. Kenan sat up, stretching, and helped Emir onto the bed, where they immediately began playing a silly game of “tickle monster.”

y/n tiptoed into Leyla’s room, finding her sitting up with her chubby hands gripping the side of the crib. Her wide eyes sparkled with joy when she saw her mom. “Mama!” she gurgled, reaching out with her tiny arms.

"Good morning, my sweet girl," y/n cooed, scooping her up and pressing a kiss to her soft cheek. She nuzzled into her shoulder, as she inhaled the familiar baby scent that always brought her peace.

Once both kids were ready, y/n and Kenan decided to take them out for breakfast. The thought of enjoying a morning out as a family filled her with excitement. Emir was already talking about pancakes, and Leyla clapped her hands in delight as she bundled her up in a tiny jacket.

The café they chose had a cozy atmosphere, with a play area for the kids and plenty of space for Leyla’s stroller. As they entered, she saw the sparkle of recognition in Kenan’s eyes—he was already planning to spoil everyone.

The family settled into a booth, Leyla happily perched on her mom's lap as she helped her nibble on small pieces of fruit. Emir was across from her, excitedly showing Kenan how he could color in the activity book the café provided. Kenan leaned over, drawing a little football next to Emir’s attempts at coloring.

Breakfast was filled with laughter as Emir managed to get syrup all over his fingers, and Kenan joked, “We’re going to have to wash you like a car, buddy.” Leyla clapped at every new taste of food, and her giggles echoed around the café as Kenan played peek-a-boo with her.

After breakfast, the four of them headed to the nearby park. The fresh air felt invigorating, and the playground was just what the kids needed to burn off their morning energy. Emir ran straight to the slides, calling for Kenan to follow him. y/n watched as Kenan helped him up the ladder, his strong arms lifting Emir when he got stuck halfway.

“Look, Mama!” Emir called from the top. “Watch me slide!”

She cheered him on as he slid down with a triumphant grin. Leyla, nestled in her arms, reached for the swings, her tiny fingers pointing as she made soft cooing sounds. y/n placed her gently in the baby swing, pushing her back and forth as she squealed in delight.

Kenan jogged over after a few more rounds on the slide with Emir. “I’ll take her,” he offered, lifting Leyla from the swing. She immediately clung to his chest, her little head resting against his broad shoulder. It was a sight that always melted y/n's heart—Kenan was so naturally tender with the kids, and they adored him.

They spent the next hour playing as a family. Kenan chased Emir around, pretending to be a monster, while y/n sat on the grass with Leyla, watching as she tried to walk on her own. Each time she wobbled, she caught her, and she’d look up at her mom with a big, proud smile. Eventually, Kenan and Emir returned, both panting and laughing. Kenan collapsed onto the grass beside y/n, pulling Emir into his arms.

"You’re fast, little guy," Kenan said breathlessly, ruffling Emir’s hair. Emir beamed, clearly proud of himself.

When the afternoon sun started to tire everyone out, they decided it was time to head home. Back in the house, Leyla and Emir’s energy levels had dropped significantly after all the playing and excitement. y/n and Kenan bathed them together, filling the bathroom with giggles as bubbles floated everywhere. Emir splashed, pretending he was a pirate, while Leyla clapped her hands at the water, her eyes wide with fascination.

Once they were in their pajamas, they all curled up in the living room for storytime. Kenan sat on the couch, Leyla nestled in his lap while Emir snuggled into y/n's side, his eyes heavy as she read their favorite bedtime story. It didn’t take long for both of them to fall asleep, their peaceful faces bathed in the soft glow of the lamp.

y/n and Kenan carefully carried them to their beds, tucking each one in with a kiss. Leyla’s tiny hand curled around her stuffed animal, while Emir mumbled something about pirates before drifting back off.

As soon as the kids were settled, y/n and Kenan headed to their room. The day’s events had worn them out in the best way possible, and the moment they slid into bed, Kenan pulled her into his arms, holding her close. His warmth enveloped her, and she let out a content sigh, resting her head on his chest.

"Today was perfect," she murmured, tracing lazy circles on his chest. "I love watching you with them. You’re such a good father."

Kenan kissed the top of her head, his voice soft in the quiet of the room. “I couldn’t do it without you. You make all of this possible. I love our little family.”

She tilted her head up, and he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. The kiss deepened for a moment, full of tenderness and affection. When they pulled away, y/n smiled at him, feeling her heart swell with love.

“Sometimes I still can’t believe this is real,” she whispered. “Our family. Our life together.”

Kenan’s hand moved to cradle her cheek, his eyes soft as he gazed down at his wife. “It’s real, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

With that, they both fell into a peaceful silence, their bodies entwined, hearts full.y/n drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the warmth of Kenan’s arms and the quiet joy of the life they’d built together.

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hi can you do prompt #37 with kenan yildiz and its set in the stadium after a game

Post Game Surprise~Kenan Yildiz

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37-"He's kidnapping me, KIDNAPPER HELP " "I'm her boyfriend everyone" "KIDNAPPER"

The vibrant energy of the stadium buzzed around her as the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. y/n’d come to support Kenan , her boyfriend, as he dazzled on the pitch. Watching him play was always exhilarating, but tonight, the adrenaline was mixed with an overwhelming sense of excitement as the fans erupted in cheers.

As the crowd began to disperse, y/n maneuvered through the throngs of people, eager to find Kenan. He had promised to meet her after the game, telling her he had something for her, and she couldn't wait to celebrate his victory together.

But as she scanned the area, she felt a sudden pull from behind.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” a playful voice teased.

She turned to find Kenan grinning at her, his jersey clinging to him in all the right places, his hair slightly disheveled.

“I was looking for you!” she laughed, but before she could take a step closer, he swept her into his arms.

“Whoa! Kenan, what are you doing?” she squealed, half-laughing, half-trying to squirm out of his grasp.

“I’m kidnapping you!” he declared, dramatically raising an eyebrow as he carried her toward the players' tunnel.

“What?!” she gasped dramatically.

“He’s kidnapping me! KIDNAPPER, HELP!” she yelled, playfully wriggling in his hold.

From behind, she heard a chuckle. “I’m her boyfriend, everyone!” Kenan shouted over his shoulder, as some people looked at them, completely unfazed by the teasing.

“Kidnapper!” she repeated, trying to stifle her laughter as she pointed at him, her eyes wide in mock terror.

“Okay, okay! Maybe ‘kidnapping’ is a strong word,” he conceded, gently setting her down as she reached the entrance to the tunnel.

“But can you blame me? I just want to get you away from all these crazies,” he said, gesturing to the still-excited fans.

y/n beamed at him, feeling her heart flutter. “Well, mission accomplished. I’m officially kidnapped.”

Kenan chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. “Good. Now I can show you my secret post-game celebration.”

“Is it ice cream?” she asked, her eyes lighting up at the thought.

“Better,” he replied, leading her through the narrow passageway, the sounds of the stadium fading behind her. “It’s a surprise.”

As they walked together, his hand slipped into hers, fingers intertwining perfectly. The warmth of his grip filled her with comfort and excitement. She loved how he always found ways to make even ordinary moments feel special.

Eventually, he stopped in front of a door marked “Players Only.” “Okay, close your eyes,” he instructed.

“Seriously?” she raised an eyebrow, but the gleam in his eyes made her obey.

After a few moments of shuffling and whispers, he urged her to open her eyes. When she did, her breath caught in her throat. The room was filled with balloons, streamers, and a table piled high with snacks and drinks. A small cake sat in the center, decorated with a single candle.

“Surprise!” Kenan exclaimed, his face beaming with pride. “I wanted to celebrate the win—and you! We did really get to celebrate your latest amazing grades. so here we are!”

“Kenan, this is amazing!” she said, rushing forward to inspect the setup. “You did all this?”

He shrugged, a shy smile creeping onto his lips. “Well, I had some help from the team. But I wanted you to know how much I'm proud of you. even if it’s just a little post-game party.”

She turned to him, her heart swelling. “You’re incredible. Thank you!”

Before she could say anything more, he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. The scent of grass and sweat surrounded her, but it was the warmth of his embrace that made her feel safe and cherished.

“You know,” he said softly, his gaze locking onto hers, “I’d kidnap you any day if it means getting to spend time like this with you.”

She laughed lightly, brushing her fingers against his cheek. “Just promise me you won’t get arrested for it.”

“Only if you stop calling me your kidnapper,” he joked, trying to lean in for a kiss.

"I'll do that when you take a shower" she said, pulling a face of disgust jokingly.

Kenan gasped, before laughing slightly and leaning closer to her. As their lips met, everything else faded away—the stadium, the crowd, even the cake. It was just her and Kenan, and in that moment, she knew she’d follow him anywhere, even if it meant being his forever “kidnap victim.”

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2 , 51 , 20 for kenan yildiz

Cozy Evening~Kenan Yildiz

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2-"Come here,"

20-"Kiss me,"

51-"is that my hoodie?" "No" " Not anymore"

In the cozy warmth of a fall evening, y/n was curled up on the couch with Kenan, his arm draped over her shoulders as a movie played softly in the background. The film had faded into a pleasant hum as they both exchanged soft whispers, brushing their fingers over each other's hands. Kenan leaned back slightly, grinning down at her as his fingers grazed her cheek.

"Come here," he murmured, drawing her closer until her head rested comfortably against his chest.

y/n gave him a teasing smile, nuzzling her head into his chest and feeling his steady heartbeat. "This is my favorite place to be," she said softly, tracing small circles on his hand with her thumb.

"Mine too, angel," he replied, wrapping his arms around her tighter. His voice softened. "I missed you this week, you know? It felt way too long."

She lifted her head to look at him, catching the glint of affection in his eyes. "Missed you too, handsome," she whispered, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. He leaned in and closed the gap, giving her a soft, lingering kiss. She felt herself melt into it, savoring every second, feeling his hands press gently against her back, pulling her even closer.

When she pulled back, he looked at her with that adoring gaze that always made her heart race. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. His fingertips lingered against her cheek, his gaze locked with hers.

"Smooth talker," she teased, leaning into his hand.

Kenan chuckled, his fingers grazing down to her shoulder. "Only for you, princess." His eyes sparkled mischievously as he glanced down. "Hey… is that my hoodie?"

She looked down at the oversized hoodie she was wearing and grinned. "No," she replied, feigning innocence. "Not anymore."

Kenan laughed, shaking his head, and pulled her closer until her forehead pressed against his. "It looks better on you anyway," he whispered, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. "But if I see you walking around in my hoodie, just know I might not be able to keep my hands off you."

A warm blush crept up her cheeks as he teased, making her giggle. "Good, because I plan on wearing it every chance I get."

Kenan's fingers danced along her back as he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers again, and she could feel his smile in the kiss. He broke away only briefly to murmur, "Kiss me," before his lips found hers again, even softer and sweeter this time.

He leaned back, keeping her cradled in his arms, and sighed contentedly. "You know, I could stay like this forever. Just you and me, no one else."

y/n looked up at him with a smile, brushing a hand over his cheek. "Then let’s make it a deal."

"Deal," he agreed with a grin, pressing his lips against her forehead. "And by the way," he whispered, voice warm and low, "I don’t know if I’ve told you this lately, but I love you so much."

y/n felt her heart swell, and she snuggled closer to him, pressing a series of quick kisses on his jawline, which made him laugh softly. "I love you too, Kenan."

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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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Heyy could you please make a one shot with the prompt,141 with Kenan Yildiz.Where he's just admiring the reader's eyes.Thank you so muchh!!❤️

Pretty Eyes~Kenan Yildiz

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141- "What is you're favorite color ?" "The color of your eyes.."

As they walked on the warm sand hand in hand, the sun was slowly setting in the horizon.

"let's sit down for a bit" Kenan said, dropping on the sand and pulling y/n with him.

He sat down, stretching his legs on the ground, as y/n placed her head on his lap, looking up at him.

"how's work been going?" Kenan asked, his fingers brushing softly in her hair.

"it's fine. my boss is a pain in the ass. he just seems to be complaining about every single thing I do or don't do" she said, playing with Kenan's fingers, before kissing them softly.

Just then, the sun shined on them, casting it's golden glow against them. Kenan looked at y/n, noticing how her eyes lit up with the light of the sun. He looked at her face like it was glowing, which it was. The soft glow of the sun as it was setting, made his mesmerized by her beauty.

He looked at her with soft eyes, looking into her shiny eyes as the sun made the color of her eyes more evident and bright.

y/n noticed the silence, so she looked up at Kenan only to see him already staring deeply into her eyes. His intense gaze made a small blush spread on her cheeks, which Kenan loved even more now that the sun was still shining on her skin.

"so...what's your favorite color?" she asked, trying to see if Kenan was listening to her or not.

"the color of your eyes" he murmured, just then he realized what he said. y/n giggled slightly, the blush on her cheeks deepening.

Kenan looked at her with a soft smile, his cheeks in burning red as he just said something without even noticing.

"so the color of my eyes yeah?" she teased, making him roll his eyes playfully.

He leaned down to her, his lips connecting with hers in a few pecks, before he moved to her cheeks, then forehead, then nose, and then finally pecking her lips a few more time as she giggled between each kiss that was being placed on her face.

"you have such pretty eyes. I love them" he mumbled against her lips, his hand reaching out to brush some hair out of her face.

She smiled at his compliment, trying to stop herself from smiling so wide.

"I love your eyes too" she said, making him chuckle.

He kissed her one more time, as the sun disappeared in the sea.