KENAN YILDIZ SCORES IN HIS FIRST GAME OF HIS UCL DEBUT OMGGG

helloo guys i’ll start writing soon , im just really busy with university right now!! tysm i’ll get to your requests soon

Can people stop putting me in a position to defend people I don’t even like?! I’m not a Guenther fan. I don’t want to defend this petty man.

BUT.

You gave him three dollars and a tractor and said “build a red bull”….what are you expecting?! Put down the marshmallow fluff and wunderbread and look up the pitlane.

Someone make him sell to Andretti. Now. Today.

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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THEY DONT KNOW ABOUT US • KENAN YILDIZ

( pairing ) kenan yıldız x reader

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

ps i used karlotta as the rumoured girl

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footballwags - kenan yildiz in the likes of this model 👀 is she his new beau?

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user86 - who uses the word beau 💀

karlottafann - they’d look so cute together 🥹

user86 - those posts are from ages ago tho?

user09 - another one bites the dust

user97 - footballers and models what’s new 🥱

user98 - someone confirm this asap

user02 - he def slid into her dms

user037 - dating for sure

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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kenanyildiz_official - mein einziger 🤍

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cubanito_official - nice 🔥

tarik.muharemovic - little lady is cool 😎

↪️ kenanfan - his friends have met her 🥹

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

fin.

I could get over anything as long as I have something new to be obsessed with

Hey Kaya!

Could you write something where there were already rumours of YN and Kenan dating, cause he followed her instagram with both of his accounts(public and private) and constantly put likes to her posts; but one night his cousin(cubanito, Idk if they’re actually cousins) called him while he was live on twitch and showed the camera where ,other than Kenan, YN could be seen too.

Thank youuu🌸

EXPOSED - KENAN YILDIZ

In which your relationship gets exposed

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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The evening had been perfect. Kenan and I were wrapped up in each other, enjoying a rare quiet night together at his place.

We had been cuddling on the couch, the low hum of the TV in the background, though neither of us was paying much attention to it.

Instead, we were caught up in our own little world, exchanging soft kisses and whispered words that only made us feel closer.

I was curled up against him, my head resting on his chest while his arm was draped around me.

His free hand was playing with my hair, the gentle motions lulling me into a state of blissful contentment.

Every now and then, he would tilt my chin up and press a kiss to my lips, and I would melt a little more into him.

“Can’t believe how lucky I am,” he murmured between kisses, his voice low and sincere.

I smiled, nuzzling closer. “I think I’m the lucky one.”

We shared another kiss, slow and sweet, but just as things were starting to heat up, Kenan’s phone buzzed on the coffee table.

We both ignored it at first, but it buzzed again, and Kenan let out a reluctant sigh as he pulled back.

“Let me just see who that is,” he said softly, reaching for his phone. I stayed cuddled up against him, not really wanting to move away from the warmth of his embrace.

“It’s Cubanito,” he said, showing me the screen before answering the call. “He’s probably on stream. I’ll just say hi and be quick.”

I nodded, a little disappointed that our moment was interrupted, but I understood. Kenan’s cousin was always up to something, and I figured it was probably just a quick call to check in.

Kenan’s voice was warm as he greeted Cubanito. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Kenan, my man! I’m live right now. The chat’s been asking about you, figured I’d give them a little surprise,” Cubanito’s voice boomed through the speaker, full of energy.

Kenan chuckled, “Sure, man. I’ll say hi.”

He held the phone up to his face, waving at the camera. I stayed close to him, still lost in the cozy moment we were sharing.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I realized something: the camera wasn’t just on Kenan. It was angled in a way that showed a little more than just him.

My heart skipped a beat as I noticed that part of my head and shoulder were visible on the screen.

I wasn’t exactly hidden away, and with the way we were cuddling, it was clear I was right there with him.

“Yo, Kenan’s got company!” Cubanito teased, his voice full of mischief. But before I could even process what was happening, Kenan’s eyes widened in realization.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered, quickly turning the phone away and cutting the call short. The screen went dark, and for a moment, we both just sat there in stunned silence.

We looked at each other, our eyes wide with shock, and then our phones buzzed almost simultaneously.

Notifications were pouring in—messages, tags, and alerts from social media. The fans were already buzzing, and it was clear that the rumor mill had just exploded.

Kenan blinked at his phone, then back at me. “Did that just happen?”

I nodded, still processing the situation. “Yeah… I think we just got caught.”

For a second, we just stared at each other, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. Then, out of nowhere, Kenan let out a laugh—a deep, hearty laugh that was so infectious I couldn’t help but join in.

“Of all the ways to go public…” I giggled, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of it all.

Kenan grinned, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he pulled me closer. “Well, at least we don’t have to hide anymore, right?”

I laughed, leaning into him as he wrapped his arms around me. “Yeah, I guess not.”

Our phones continued to buzz, but neither of us paid them any mind. We were too caught up in the moment, too busy laughing at the absurd situation we had found ourselves in.

It wasn’t how we’d planned to go public, but in a weird way, it was perfectly us.

As we settled back into our comfortable spot on the couch, Kenan pressed a kiss to my forehead, still chuckling softly. “At least now, I can post about you without it being a big mystery.”

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “And I can stop pretending you’re just a friend whenever someone asks.”

here to say i'm happy with the result. lewis deserved that win so much. max drove so fucking well. so deserved. formula one is back

it should be illegal to look this good

🤍🖤

who’s watching man united vs liverpool

—𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩

lando norris x oc

warnings- angst, heartbreak, cheating.

Formula One Drivers are fast. Formula One Drivers go all in. Love was no exception. Much like his profession, Lando’s loving was fast.

He fell in love fast, and hard.

Madeline Sommers had been the one to make the drivers heart race. According to him, She was perfect, an angel. When in truth, she was just naive.

She had been an ordinary girl, just a fan, another nameless person, another forgotten face amongst the crowd of people who adored him.

Until she wasn’t.

Maybe it was her fault, enamored by his glamorous life and love. He had showered her with so much love, made her feel so special.

Everyday he brought her flowers in abundance, leaving behind an avalanche of expensive gifts, and consuming her wholly.

He took her out on dates to the fanciest of restaurants, long walks on the beach, stargazing on the rooftop, basking in the glow of the moon.

She was naive to believe that it would last, all of it was too good to be true. When her own best friend captivated him after six months of dating.

How hadn't she noticed. Her best-friend who had labelled Lando's sport as useless and dreadfully boring, complaining about the cars just going around in circles, suddenly couldn’t be more obsessed with the sport, begging to tag along, to join her at every race.

She should’ve known.

When his eyes no longer glittered with adoration, instead he stared at her own best-friend. Inside jokes, hidden meanings, longing stares.

When she had asked him, where he’d been, why he’d left her alone in the hotel room, and why he was so distant.

She should've known, that he was only next door, with her best friend. She should've known, when she became the third wheel, the outsider in her own relationship.

Formula one drivers fell fast and hard, and left behind a dust of heartbreak, falling out of love just as quick, breaking hearts just as hard.

— i’m going through a breakup and i needed to vent lol it’s not that great but i tried lol