Heyyy Love❤️

Heyyy love❤️

Could u maybe write where Kenan is dating reader and they have an argument in his car cuz he used to see her friend before they two met but it wasn’t serious they only went out on 2-3 dates, so yn feel guilty for seeing him, but kenan reassures her she shouldnt feel that, and… mby some smut if ur comfy writing that!

THE OTHER WOMAN • KENAN YILDIZ

( pairing ) kenan yıldız x reader

warning - angst (obviously!) also i’m sorry but i don’t feel comfortable writing smut i still hope u enjoy this tho!!

Falling in love with Kenan had been the last thing you’d expected from yourself, hell, you’d never have even thought there would be an opportunity where you would see him as anything more than the guy your friend had been seeing.

Unfortunately for you, Kenan made it easy for you, with his little gestures that would leave any girl fawning, it was inevitable that your feelings developed into something more potent.

When you had first met him, it was at lunch with your entire group of friends, and in that moment, Kenan had only been a rather handsome stranger, albeit your friend hadn’t yet sought out his affection.

And then the next time you saw him, your friend had announced that she’d reached out to him, and he had agreed, and soon one date had turned to three, and though they weren’t dating, they were something. Thus the little fire that had been ignited in your heart was brutally stomped upon and extinguished.

That was till Kenan had approached you at a bonfire with all your friends lost, and your group was a rather large bunch, so you hadn’t found his presence odd, rather it was the skip of your heartbeat that had you feeling alienated.

It had only been one conversation then, you’d thought to yourself that night, trying to console yourself that you hadn’t done anything wrong.

But then Kenan began to reach out more often, he initiated conversations from the blue, and you couldn’t help yourself, enjoying how freely you could express yourself to him in a way that you hadn’t ever been able to with anyone else.

You met him at cafes, he drove you around town, and at night you wandered off with him on idle walks that felt like a walk through the gardens of eden, simply due to his presence.

You enjoyed how he lingered on to every word you said, listening to the things you had to say with utmost importance, as if he wasn’t a world star footballer with far more important things to do. As if there was nowhere in the world he’d rather be, than by your side, listening to you chatter on about the most mundane things ever.

He remembered things about you that you yourself hadn’t noticed, like the fact that you tapped the little teaspoon on the cup of your coffee before you took a sip, or the way you would fiddle with the little charm on your bracelet whenever you were anxious.

He noticed you, and he saw you for you.

In return, you began to look past Kenan the footballer. Kenan who always texted his mother after he ate, reassuring her that he was alright despite being miles apart, Kenan who enjoyed rap music whenever he drove you around, Kenan who preferred his coffee loaded with sugar and Kenan, who struggled a little with expressing himself.

Perhaps this act of noticing had been the inaction on your friend’s part that had lead to Kenan, too, to develop feelings for you, that in your opinion, were not acceptable.

Perhaps this had been the cause of what lead to your predicament right now.

Seated in the passenger seat of his car, the usual loud music that he played muffled by the sound of both your voices.

“This is wrong, Kenan.” You shouted for the nth time, tears of frustration at the corners of your eyes.

The air was tense and suffocating in a way it had never been before, not with kenan.

He clenched his jaw. “Why can’t you understand, it’s not that serious?”

“Don’t just brush this off like it’s nothing,” your voice rose in frustration, “She was my friend, and” you shook your head.

“Just, we can’t be together, it feels wrong.”

Kenan makes an aggressive cut on the road, swerving the car around, and you notice the way his expression hardens further, “Stop overthinking this! We went out a few times, so what? Big deal” His voice rises to match yours, “I don’t understand why you’re make this bigger than it needs to be.”

“Of course you don’t.” You snap at him.

“You won’t have to face her, show your face around knowing that you betrayed her? She’s my friend, she won’t like it that we started going out when you’re technically her ex!”

He keeps one hand on the steering wheel as he runs the other one through his hair, gripping a little at the edges of the strands a little in an obvious display of frustration.

“How is this betrayal? It’s not like we were in love, we weren’t even that close, you’re making it seem like so much more serious.”

“Kenan you don’t-“

He cuts you off before you can utter out what you want to say, “Stop making this such a big deal, you’re blowing things way out of proportion!”

You feel a sting at his words. “It is a big deal to me! You may not think it was serious, but have you considered that she might have? How will i face her knowing how bad i’ve hurt her.”

Kenan pauses, hearing the despair in your voice, Concern arises in his gaze as he looks at you for a moment, taking his eyes off the road.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” his voice is softer now, “but you need to understand. What your friend and i had? it was nothing. It was short and casual, it meant nothing.”

"But it meant something to me," you insist, the anger in your voice giving way to a deeper vulnerability. "I care about her, and I care about our friendship. I just don’t want to feel like I’m doing something wrong."

The car rolls to a stop, evident that you’ve arrived to your destination and then Kenan removes his hand from the wheel, turning to you and grabbing your own.

“Hey, hey, i get it. You’re worried about her, how she might feel about this, but i promise to you, there’s no bad blood between us, she’s moved on, and she’ll be happy for you, not betrayed by you. You don’t have to feel guilty for your feelings.”

You blink away the tears in yours eyes, swallowing dryly.

“You really think so?” Your voice is barely a whisper.

“I know so.” He smiles and then he frowns.

“Did she not tell you that I’d asked her for your number, and she’d been happy about it?”

Your mouth drops open at his words, “What? and all this time?”

Kenan chuckles at you, “I wouldn’t want you to have to choose between me or your friend, I’m sorry i didn’t understand sooner”

You feel as if a mountain has been unloaded off your back, relief enveloping you.

The air around you that had previously been tense turns into something gentler.

Kenan pulls you close, nuzzling his nose against your hair as he wraps his arms around you.

“I just didn’t want to lose either of you.”

“You won’t,” He brushes a strand of hair from your face, “If you want, we can talk to her again,” He smiles at you, tapping your head, he adds, “my worrywart.”

You grimace at the term, but then smile, pressing a small kiss to his nose.

“Thank you.”

fin.

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Heellooo

I request where kenan and yn is dating and have for 2-3 months but keeping it secretly, cuz of his career, and kenan and his friend cubanito doing a livestream, and kenan gets spammed if he’s seeing someone, but he tries to keep it private and try to dodge the questions, cuz its rumored he’s dating someone that is not YN that the people suspect, but he is seeing YN, and his friend try to confirm he’s not seeing that girl, but kinda seeing someone else? which is YN

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( pairing ) kenan yıldız x reader

i love this so much i rlly hope i’ve written it to your liking

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The apartment feels quiet without him, the kind of quiet that settles deep, filling every corner with the absence of his laughter, his low voice, the warmth of his presence. You’re curled up on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through the endless stream of notifications that come with dating someone like Kenan. It’s been three months now—long enough that you know the feel of his hand on the small of your back, the way his thumb traces idle patterns against your skin when you’re watching movies, the little half-smile he gives when he thinks you’re not looking. But still early enough that everything feels new, each touch a rush, each shared glance a secret you’re both savouring.

It’s also long enough that the rumours have started, circling like vultures around your little bubble of privacy. You both agreed from the start to keep things quiet, at least for now. His career is always in the spotlight, scrutinised by fans, tabloids, and everyone with an opinion. And then there’s you—part of his world but never quite fitting into the neat little narratives they want to create. So you’ve kept it hidden, the two of you slipping through back doors, stolen moments in between his rehearsals and public appearances, and late-night drives through empty streets where the rest of the world doesn’t matter.

Tonight, he’s across town, sitting in Cubanito’s sleek, minimalist living room, the kind of place that’s made for being on camera. You know this because you’ve been there—laughing, sprawled out on the couch with Kenan’s arm around your shoulders, out of view of the lens. It’s where they do their live-streams, just the two of them bantering about everything and nothing, their easy chemistry drawing thousands of viewers every time they go live. You usually like to watch, listening to the sound of Kenan’s voice through your phone, letting it fill the space when he’s not with you.

You open the app and the live stream is already buzzing with activity, the chat scrolling faster than you can read. Kenan is sitting on the left, relaxed in his usual way, hoodie pulled up just enough to shadow his eyes but not hide that familiar, lopsided grin. Cubanito is beside him, gesturing wildly as he talks, always the louder, more animated of the two, but Kenan’s calm presence keeps everything grounded.

You watch them for a while, smiling at the banter, the way Kenan leans back, completely at ease, laughing at something Cubanito says. But then the comments start shifting, and you notice the questions piling up, flashing bright and insistent:

*Who’s Kenan dating? Is it true about him and that model?*

*Kenan, are you seeing someone? Don’t dodge the question!*

*Kenan, blink twice if you’re with her!*

You feel your heart clench, fingers tightening around your phone. The rumours have been everywhere—screenshots of kenan in her likes, whispers and speculation that he’s dating her, even though you know better. But Kenan’s been careful, dodging the questions whenever they come up, brushing them off with a laugh or a change of subject. Tonight, though, it seems like they won’t let it go.

Cubanito squints at the screen, reading the chat aloud in his usual dramatic fashion, but this time there’s an edge to his voice, a hint of mischief that tells you he’s about to stir the pot. “Yo, Kenan, they’re really going off tonight. Everyone wants to know who you’re seeing, man. Spill the tea!”

Kenan chuckles, but you can tell from the way he shifts in his seat that he’s uncomfortable, his smile tightening just a little. “Nah, it’s nothing like that,” he says, trying to keep his tone light. “People just love to talk, you know how it is.”

Cubanito isn’t having it, though. He leans closer, elbows on his knees, eyes bright with the thrill of teasing his friend. “Come on, Kenan. Everyone thinks it’s that girl—what’s her name? The model? But I don’t know, man. Doesn’t seem like your type.”

Kenan’s smile falters just a fraction, a tiny crack in his usual composure. You know he’s trying to figure out how to handle this, how to keep your secret safe without feeding the rumours. He glances at the chat, then back at Cubanito, his expression caught between exasperation and amusement. “Nah, it’s not like that,” he says again, firmer this time. “I’m not seeing her.”

Cubanito leans back, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. “Okay, okay, you’re not seeing her. But you’re definitely seeing *someone*, huh? Come on, man. We’re all friends here.” There’s a playful edge to his voice, but also a knowing look—a hint that maybe he’s aware of more than he’s letting on.

Kenan shoots him a warning glance, but it’s softened by the faint smile tugging at his lips, the kind that always makes your heart skip a beat. He runs a hand through his hair, and for a moment, he looks right at the camera, right at you, like he’s letting you in on the joke. “Let’s just say… I’m happy,” he finally says, his voice low, almost lost beneath the noise of the livestream. “And that’s all that matters, right?”

The chat explodes, filled with questions and speculation, but Kenan doesn’t pay it any mind. He turns back to Cubanito, deflecting with a joke, steering the conversation back to safer ground, but there’s something in the way his gaze lingers on the screen—a quick, barely-there look that makes your chest tighten. It’s a look meant for you, and you alone, a silent reassurance that no matter what the world thinks, he’s yours.

You feel a rush of warmth, a quiet, private kind of joy that’s just for the two of you. It’s not easy, keeping things quiet, pretending in public that you’re not together when every time you’re alone, he’s the one who makes you feel seen in a way no one else ever has. But moments like this, where he slips you into his world without anyone else noticing, make it all worth it. The stolen kisses, the late-night texts, the whispered promises when no one else is around—it’s messy, and it’s complicated, but it’s yours, and it’s enough.

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tarik.muharemovic - little lady is cool 😎

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user13 - bro really soft launched blondie to say that model ain’t his girl

user97 - he unfollowed the model 💀💀

user02 - ok but i need to know who she is and ask ab her hair care routine

user09 - couple of the year

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wow what a great race weekend! see u guys after the summer break!