#kenan yildiz blurbs

[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.

[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.

[pedriache]

Love me that way — Kenan Yildiz.

Pairing: Kenan Yildiz x Fem!Reader

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

Word count: 440+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[httpsdana]

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

btw your the best writer on this app.

Sunshine and Grumbles~Kenan Yildiz

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

this one is so cute. enjoy <3

request from here

master list -> part 2

players/drivers I write for

15-"good morning sunshine " " fuck off"

20-"Kiss me"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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."

[spotofimagines]

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Kenan Yildiz, Xavi Simons

[jsprnt]

a no-contact relationship break, is shaken when your boyfriend finds out you’re getting hit on by other guys

kenan yıldız x long distance! reader

A/N: Probably my last fic before I go on my writing break!! Based on this request, thank you babe!! 🤍

W/C: 1.934

you drop the pen in your hand, shifting your gaze from your notes to your pinging phone. the screen had been lighting up for the past few minutes. the repeated buzzing of the device started to piss you off, distracting you from your assignment.

you were currently studying in the united states, as an international student. in your first year of college, it was tough, to say the least.

you snatch your phone off your desk, squinting when the light emitting from your screen hits your exhausted face.

sighing, you unlock your phone, opening the messages in your notification center. your eyes widen slightly when you notice the sender of the- multiple messages.

kenan..

you had not spoken to him in a few weeks, it had been radio silent on both ends, so a sudden message made you worry..

you click on a message, being directed to your messaging app. glad you turned off your read receipts a long time ago. your eyes skim over the messages, your brows furrowing in confusion.

"y/n"

"i know we haven't spoken in a while"

"and you're busy with studying.."

"but I'm worried about you"

"don't you think we should talk?"

you let out a deep sigh, already knowing you're done for the day. placing your phone back down, you ponder to yourself. you turn your laptop off, slipping it into its case.

blowing out your scented candle, and placing your stationary back into its place, you stand up from your bed.

your happy that your roommate is out tonight. spending the night with her boyfriend. you didn't care if it was allowed or not, but being alone meant that it was the perfect night to- call him..

you grab a makeup wipe, wiping off any mascara residue on your face. you go on and do your nighttime routine in the communal bathrooms, next to your dorm room.

you jump into bed when all clean. pulling the blanket on your body, and shove your charger into the power socket next to your pillows, your screen lighting up when you plug your phone in.

sighing, you place your phone next to you, mentally trying to convince yourself to ignore the messages.

kenan and you were technically still in a relationship, just on a break for now. it had been a couple weeks since you both had decided to go on a break.

you still didn't know what you were to each other, especially when you were on a break. but, a situationship, could be an arguable term to use..

currently, your main focus is your academic goals. you wanted to study, get your education up, and widen your horizons.

as a young, recently turned adult- life was challenging to navigate. just like many of your classmates in high school, you decided to continue studying.

your appetite for education and academic achievements pushed you to focus on school, unlike kenan.

to him, his life was all planned out. he had graduated from high school, and the only thing he wanted to do for the rest of his life was play football until he physically wasn't able to, then retire, and live a calm life..

you loved him, of course. you tried to attend almost every match he invited you to, supported him when he was overseas, and made sure you respected the time he needed to train. before he came back absolutely exhausted, leaving no time for you to spend with him.

this lead to multiple arguments, for weeks, you'd told him about your concerns. you were worried you both would grow apart, without even noticing.

the entire conversation had come crashing down, when you had a full-on breakdown, after he had cancelled your date, with just a single, small sentence.

you stood there in front of him, dressed to impress, only to hear a soft 'I'm tired, sorry, liebe..", while he threw himself onto your bed.

your face had dropped, tears running down your face by the time you'd stopped yelling at him, telling him how 'fucking draining' it is to try to upkeep the relationship.

by the end of that night, you had both shed tears, curses and apologies leaving kenan's lips as he'd realized how you felt.

you had both come to the conclusion to go on a break, time apart would be better for the two of you. time to figure out your own identities, and trying to navigate what actually drove you to accomplish more in your young lives.

to get your mind off the situation, and to be alone for a while- you had immediately filled out an application to study in the united states for half your school year.

it was insanely difficult at first, but slowly you came to like your environment. meeting new people at multiple frat parties on the weekends, and having more friends than you could ever dream of.

you turn in your bed, and shift for a couple minutes. your eyes flickering to the clock on the wall.

it was almost nine-thirty, if you calculated right, like you've been doing every single time you think of kenan, it was almost three in morning in turpin, italy.

you wonder if he's still up, it's unusual for him to be up this late. he had a match tomorrow, you knew that because you definitely stalked him on numerous football apps.

old habits die hard..

you wanted to see his handsome face, those pretty eyes that looked at you like you were the most beautiful being on earth. his smile that had you cheesing, and not to forget, his fluffy hair.

the hair you would always run your fingers through, comforting him when he was sad, or verbally helping him sort difficult things out..

you scoff at yourself, just a couple weeks ago you were crying over the fact that he was too busy for you. now, seeing a couple texts from him, had your heart beating as fast as it was, when you first caught sight of him, back in high school.

you finally cave in, sitting up in your bed, back leaning against your cheap headboard. you turn your phone on quickly, fingers tapping on the all too familiar name.

it was all muscle memory at this point, and you suck in a breath before sending kenan a message.

"are you still up?"

"call me if you're up.."

you text, sending it, and rub a hand down your face. waiting for him to reply, or call you.

it only takes a few more seconds before you see your screen change, your reflection starting back at you.

a video call?

being honest, you didn't look your best. dressed in old pajamas, hair undone and skin going through it.

though, kenan had seen you at your worst already, and you had seen his worst as well..

you click on the green circle, adjusting your camera so you can, at least, look a little decent.

you hold your breath when he accepts. eyes roaming around his face. he looked noticeably different than the last time you saw him, in real life at least.

"hi.." you begin, blinking at him. silence falling in between you.

he looks exhausted, eye bags visible and dark, his fluffy hair all messy and unkempt.

"y/n.." he speaks your name, his voice thick and raspy. it obvious he hasn't slept yet, though he looks insanely tired.

"you wanted to talk?.." you speak, voice a whisper, even though you knew nobody could eavesdrop on you.

"I did, schatz.." the nickname falls from his mouth before he can stop himself, his expression turning visibly flushed.

"well, what did you want to say?"

"how are you? how's boston?"

"fine, it's better than I thought it would be.." your words feel empty, voice slightly quivering from nerves. "how are you?" you ask, shifting, so he can see your face properly.

he doesn't answer for a moment, eyes glued on you, before his lips part.

"good, training for the euros.."

"in germany? It's like three in the morning over there. why are you up?"

"you calculated that quickly.." kenan says, and you notice a glint in his eyes. the one he always does when he tries make you flustered or tease you..

"it's a six-hour difference, kenan.."

you hear his breath hitch after you say his name, and he moves out of frame for a moment.

"i miss you."

the words hit you like multiple bricks, your eyes widening slightly at the confession. you missed him too, you missed him to death..

"i want you here, liebe. right next to me, reading your little book, while you play with my hair. I can't sleep without you, schatz."

you gasp unknowingly, dropping your phone onto your mattress, before picking it up quickly.

you open your mouth to say anything, something- but you're beat to it by kenan..

"I can't stand it. I can't stand- knowing you're so far away. dressed in the prettiest dress, having fun, and partying all night. so many men coming up to you, asking for your number. I can't be there and keep them away from you. I can't keep you safe. do you tell them that you have a boyfriend? do you call me- us a situationship?"

you take his words in, looking away from the screen.

"how do you know all of that?" you ask, voice with a sharp edge to it.

"elena told me.."

your best friend, back home.

"what did she say?" you frown, sitting up straight.

elena and you had been the closest friends for years now. you would tell her absolutely everything, and talking about guys hitting on you was definitely something you told her last week.

"she dm'd me via instagram, remember when you made me follow her in case I needed to contact you, but your phone was dead?"

you hum at the memory, huffing and getting impatient.

"well, what did she say?"

"she told me you're partying. that's not my problem, of course. she told me you're getting hit on left and right. elena told me I should ‘get my shit together’ and reach out to you, before I lose you to any one of those disgusting frat boys.."

you watch his jaw clench, his facial expression blank as he looks into the camera.

“kenan..” you say, looking away for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts.

“I miss you too..”

your own words open the flood gates of your eyes, and you move your phone away from your face. soft sobs making your body shake and slump over.

“don’t cry, baby..” he whispers, his own brown eyes glimmering with tears, and he wishes he was right there, next to you..

“I can’t help it. I want to see you again, but will you ever change or actually want to be together?”

“of course I will, liebe. spending so much time away from each other, it makes me think of how I’ve treated you. I was an absolute idiot, but I want to make it right, baby..”

“how will you do that?” you ask, trying to wipe the tears away, though, they don’t stop.

he’s quiet for a moment, but speaks when he’s thought about it.

“okay, when you’re back in turpin, I want to see you. when you land, I’ll pick you up, and we’ll talk. is that okay, baby?

you nod almost immediately, slightly self-conscious about how desperate you to reunite with him.

“good, baby- now go to bed, okay? I know you have class tomorrow. sleep tight, I love you so much..”

“I love you too, kenan..”

[jsprnt]

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

kenan yıldız x fem!reader

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

W/C: 1.128

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'kenan yildiz 85' subbed off due to injury'

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

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

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

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

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

'don't panic'

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

'got transferred to the hospital'

'nasty tackle'

you frown at the messages sent twenty minutes later.

'babyyy'

'answer mee'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

no, it's of joy and relaxation.

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

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

"baby?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"good girl. don't cry.."

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

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

"what happened to you? a nasty tackle?"

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

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

you lick your dry lips, voice hoarse from emotion.

"you're fine? just that?"

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

"why are you in a hospital bed then?"

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

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

"you'll be okay?"

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

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

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

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

"where are your parents?"

"stuck in traffic, stadium was packed tonight."

"makes sense.."

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

"were you scared of the mri-machine?"

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

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

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

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

"good thing I'm here now.."

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

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

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

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

[httpsdana]

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

Silent Regrets~Kenan Yildiz

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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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[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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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]

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.

[jsprnt]

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

kenan yıldız x reader

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

W/C: 1.440

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

no hard feelings.

well, you could only speak for yourself..

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

"nah, I like 'em plain.."

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

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

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

"thanks, y/n.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

why did men do nasty things like that?

"what's going to work out eventually?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"awkward? thank goodness.."

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

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

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

"you saw that?"

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

"oh.."

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

you scoff, raising a brow. 

"what did I say?"

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

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

"don't even worry about it .."

[httpsdana]

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

A Soft Place to Fall~Kenan Yildiz

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・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.