can i request a kenan yildiz one? where him and reader have a heated fight in the morning but in the evening they had planned a date beforehand, they still intended to go and when they are getting ready he cant do his tie as usual and reader helps him with that and somewhat they forget the argument they had that morning, hope this is enough to sparkle your imagination! and thank you <3
So this was a little late but it's fine
Afterthought
Kenan Yildiz x reader
warnings: none, just some fluff
You and Kenan had had an argument, like you often did now. All of the arguments started the same, with Kenan overworking himself and with you doing everything at a slow pace. Normally itâd just be the two of you creating some space between each other and letting it rest but today you two had a date planned at an upstage restaurant that charged cancellation fees so not going wasnât really an option.Â
You had started getting ready very early like you usually do, taking an everything shower, giving your hair some extra attention and starting on your makeup very early so that you could go as slow as you wanted while listening to some music. You were done with your makeup way earlier than you expected but you didnât really mind it much since now you had more time to pick out an outfit.Â
The dress was something you had picked out in advance and had bought for the occasion so that wasnât something to worry about, what you did have to worry about were the shoes and the other accessories you wanted to pair with the outfit.Â
With your nails freshly done you decided that matching the shoes to the nails was the way to go so wine red stilettos it was. You concluded that you wanted the attention to be on the dress and not on the jewelry so you stuck with some small, chunky hoop earrings and a few dainty rings.
As you were almost done with putting on your outfit you noticed Kenan struggling with his tie. Usually youâd tie it for him but since the situation was still tense, you settled on waiting a little longer before stepping in to help him.Â
In the end the ask for help or to help didnât come from you but from him. He turned around with a soft sigh, his eyes pleading but you waited for him to explicitly ask you for your help.Â
âLiebe, can you please help me with my tie?â He softly asks you, nervously fiddling with the fabric of the tie as if heâs afraid youâre going to refuse.
âSure, Kenan.â You reply with an equally soft tone, approaching him and quietly beginning on his tie, he looks like he wants to say something but the second his lips part he stops himself.
âTalk to me.â You whisper, encouraging him to talk about what heâs feeling and thinking and he swallows before nodding, his hand finding the hem of your dress and fiddles with it, a nervous tic.Â
âIâm sorry..â He starts, his voice trailing off as he tries to find words.
âIâm sorry about calling you lazy and slow, it wasnât fair towards you because youâre not lazy or slow, we just work at different paces.â He tells you a little more confidently and your heart softens a little, skipping a beat.
âI donât know why i said it, i was just frustrated and everything was just pent up and i snapped and iâm sorry, i shouldnât have snapped at you, it wasnât okay and i hope you can forgive me.â He tells you, his fingers brushing against your upper thigh as he continues fiddling with the hem of your dress. You finish tying his tie and you gently pull his face down because the height difference is height differencing and you gently press a kiss to his forehead.
âOf course I forgive you, I'm sorry for yelling back.â You tell him, looking into his eyes with a soft smile on your face, moments like these make you fall in love with him all over again.Â
âYou look beautiful in that dress.â He mutters as he admires your body in the dress you had chosen. He adores you, every part of you, even the things youâre insecure about. He loves the way you look and he wouldnât want you any other way than the way you feel most comfortable with considering looks.Â
âThank you, love.â You reply, looking up at him with adoration before pecking his lips.Â
âLetâs get to that reservation, wouldnât want to be late.â You tell him with a grin, before pulling him out of the bedroom and down the stairs all the while giggling, your hands intertwined as much as your souls are.
And this again proves that everything will truly be alright even though sometimes it doesnât feel like it will.
So i've been trying to lace in some positivity to body and mental health into my posts, i'm not sure if it's noticable but i've been trying and i hope that it reaches the people who need it the most because even though it might not feel like it, there's someone out there who cares about you
(and if you really think no one does think again because it's me, i care about all of you)
but i just want everyone to feel loved and special
anyways this request was from i think two or three weeks ago so sorry for the lateness i was just a little busy with everything going on in my life
and i promise the other request will also be written very soon
lots of love xx
me
(oh and also for the dress i was imagining the Halter Backless Satin Mini Dress in white from Bosom Blouse but you can picture any dress really)
Your heart dropped when you saw Kenan pull his shirt over his head. You knew heâd take this hard because he was so optimistic before and this just crushed his dreams. Your work wouldnât let you fly in for the games so you had to watch them from home and now you had to wait for him to come home before you could comfort him.
The second he got off the plane, you embraced him, just holding him tightly, trying to offer as much comfort as you could. The ride home was silent but not an awkward silence which was nice. You gently rubbed the pad of your thumb over his hand as you drove.Â
âWarum hassen sie mich?â (Why do they hate me?) He quietly muttered once the both of you were laying down on the bed, his arms wrapped around you as he clinged onto you, you didnât mind, you wanted him to be comfortable. Your face fell and softened at his question and you brought your hand up to his cheek, softly stroking his skin.Â
âSie wollen nur, dass jemand die Schuld gibt. Sie sind enttĂ€uscht und mĂŒssen es an jemandem auslassen. Es ist nicht richtig, dass sie es an dir auslassen, es war nicht deine Schuld.â (They just want someone to blame. They're disappointed and need to take it out on someone. It isn't right that they're taking it out on you though, it wasn't your fault.) You quietly tell him as you press a soft kiss to his temple. He buries his head into your neck and you feel soft sobs rack through his body. Your heart clenches as he sobs into your neck and you gently run your hand through his hair, making soothing motions on his back with the other.Â
âLass es raus, SĂŒĂe, es ist okay.â (Just let it out, sweetheart, it's okay.) You mutter as you hold him, trying your best to comfort him even though you donât really know how because you havenât gone through something similar. Youâre trying your best and you know that he tried his best too but sometimes trying your best isnât enough because the others are just better and thatâs fine too, thatâs the way life goes, some people just arenât mature enough to realize it.Â
It doesnât take long for Kenan to fall asleep in your arms and you follow soon after.Â
You wake up before Kenan and take the time to admire his face, he looks so peaceful and relaxed as he sleeps. You gently trace his features, you had truly missed him while he was away for the European Championship and although you wished he had gotten further, you were glad that he was back home with you.Â
He stirs a little before opening his eyes, heâs still a little groggy from his sleep and he grumbles something incoherent before dropping his head back onto your chest, making you giggle.Â
âWir sollten aufstehen, Kenan, es ist schon 11 Uhr.â (We should get up, Kenan, it's already 11 o'clock.) You tell him softly as you try to sit up a little, he protests and pulls you back down, which makes you laugh.Â
âKenan, bitte.â (Kenan, please) You laugh as you try to sit up again and this time he just sighs and looks up at you with puppy eyes.Â
âOkay, wir können aufstehen.â (Alright, we can get up.) He grumbles when he realizes youâre not backing down. He rolls off you and sighs while rubbing his eyes. You get up already and walk to the kitchen to make breakfast, giving Kenan a little more time to get up.Â
He walks up behind you after a few minutes and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder and pressing a few soft kisses on your neck. You lean into his touch as you continue making the pancakes, carefully flipping them.Â
âIch weiĂ nicht, was ich getan habe, um dich zu verdienen.â (I donât know what I did to deserve you.) He mutters into your ear, you smile and shrug a little.Â
âDas frage ich mich auch, HĂŒbscher.â (I ask myself the same question, pretty boy.) You reply before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and putting the pancakes on two plates, one for you and one for him.Â
Thereâs a comfortable silence between the both of you as you eat at the dining table until he breaks the silence.Â
âWie soll ich mit dem Hass umgehen, den ich bekomme?â (How should I deal with the hate I'm getting?) He asks you, looking very unsure and vulnerable and you take his hand over the table.Â
âIch denke, es wĂ€re am besten, wenn Sie die Kommentare zu Ihren letzten Posts in den sozialen Medien deaktivieren oder zumindest einschrĂ€nken.â (I think it'd be best if you turn off the comments on your recents posts on social media, or at least limit them.) You tell him and he nods, itâs a good idea and it might help at least a little bit.Â
âIch bin so froh, dich kennengelernt zu haben, ich weiĂ nicht, was ich ohne dich tun wĂŒrde.â (I'm so glad I met you, I don't know what I'd do without you.) He tells you with a relieved sigh and your gaze softens, a loving smile growing on your face.
âIch liebe dich, Kenan, bis zum Mond und zurĂŒck, vielleicht sogar noch mehr.â (I love you, Kenan, to the moon and back, maybe even more.) You tell him, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.Â
âZum Mond und zurĂŒck.â (To the moon and back.) He whispers with a soft smile.
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I'm not entirely sure of what i think about this but meh, it's okay and i wanted to bring out some comfort fluff because seeing how sad he was and all the hate he's getting hurts so yeah
i'm sad that Turkey lost, it sucked
imma be honest and say that i almost cried, like literally tears in my eyes
but you know what this means a shit ton of fluff for Arda GĂŒler and Kenan Yildiz incoming because i'm really fucking sad that they lost
also like that shot of Kenan should've been a goal, i'm really sad that it wasn't but yeah
except some fluff today tomorrow or the day after that because i'm going to be writing
also might write for JoĂŁo with some comfort fluff because the hate that he's getting is not okay and really fucking sad
(update: i'm crying because i saw an edit of the loss with the song blue hair)
like i get that it's nice that you won but like you played the full 120 minutes with an extra minute but needed the penalties to win is kinda weak to be that happy about just saying
Belgium lost the game against France so i'm kinda sad but i mean i saw it coming from miles away so it wasn't really that shocking
they played better than the games before that though so it was alright but still very bad for the players that they have
i'm still debating who i'm rooting for now but i'm opting for either the Netherlands (because my dad is from there which makes me technically be from there too + i lived there for a few years) or Turkey (because i think they're good)
but yeah, still need to decide lol
i'm watching both Netherlands-Romania and Austria-Turkey tomorrow though (not live, just at home in front of my tv lol) so i guess tomorrow will determine which team i'm rooting for
hmm i kind of see how they have similar noses but other than that⊠the corners of marc guiuâs mouth are more upturned when he smiles while the corners of kenan yildizâs mouth when he smiles are more downturned if that makes sense. theyâre facial shapes and eye shape are also too different for me to see any real similarities, same with eyebrow shape.
yeah probably, i'm just gaslighting myself into believing that they look alike lol
mostly because of an edit i saw on tiktok comparing them
Sihtric Kjartansson x fem oc
warnings: angst, don't really know how else to describe it lol
word count: 2242
Freydis Eyvindottir could curse everyone alive on the planet with the way she was glaring at Uhtred and his men. She had been captured together with Dagfinn and some of the others and was itching to get as far away from this place as possible. She had not touched the food in fear of it being poisoned although the other Danes had eaten of it and not dropped dead, still the fear of poison made her throat close up so she couldnât even swallow the food even if she wanted to.
She toyed with the food on her plate as she felt Finanâs stare on her back, she knew why, of course she knew why, she was the only woman in the whole company Haesten had, or at least the only shieldmaiden. Women fighting was uncommon for the Saxons which is probably why he was staring at her, she concluded before throwing a very nasty glare his way and if looks could kill, Finan wouldâve been six feet under.
âFreydis, keep your nasty looks to yourself, you donât know what theyâll do to us.â Dagfinn hisses at her and she throws an equally nasty glare to him which makes him shut up quickly. Freydis pushes her plate away from her because sheâs not going to eat it and she just wants to rest her arms on the table in peace without being hindered by a plate.
âI donât give a shit about what theyâll do to us, Dagfinn, theyâre allowed to know how much I dislike them.â She sneers back at him before briskly dropping her head on her arms and grumbling some curses under her breath.
Freydis lifts her head again when she hears Sihtric raise his voice, sheâs interested in what he has to say.
âOf marching North and then South, of being called a traitor.â Sihtric says, rather loudly and Freydis tilts her head to the side in interest, waiting for Uhtred to react as the tension rises in the room.
âIf youâre unhappy in my service, leave.â Uhtred retorts and her eyes dart to Sihtric who shoves himself up from the table.
âI have fought for you!â He angrily exclaims as he gets into Uhtredâs face who just smiles mockingly, an almost scoff coming from him.
âYou fight because you enjoy it, stay or go, i do not care.â Uhtred tells Sihtric and Freydis smirk, knowing this dispute will blow up any second.
âHe does not mean that, he does care.â Finan speaks up, trying to mend the situation before it runs out of hand even further, Freydis just lets out a small snicker at that, making Dagfinn glare at her again.
âStay or go, Sihtric Kjartansson, it is your choice.â Uhtred calmly tells Sihtric, keeping eye contact with the young warrior.
âJust sleep.â Finan says, a little more firm now.
âI will leave first light but I will return and if you are here still, then I will kill you.â Uhtred tells Sihtric and Freydis lips part in disbelief at what the older warrior just told the Dane. Murmurs break out under the Danes as they watch Uhtred leave the hall but she stays silent, somethingâs off about this but she canât quite put her finger on it.
âAbandon him, boy, youâre a dane, first and last.â Dagfinn speaks up and she roughly smacks him on his bicep, glaring at him but Finan is as quick as her with his reaction and he sneers a quick âquietâ at Dagfinn.Â
Later that night Sihtric frees all the Danes in return for them taking him to their camp, Freydis doesnât trust him that much is clear but she doesnât put it into words, she just silently stares at him as they travel, trying to figure him out.
The first few days back at the camp are quiet, Freydis keeps observing Sihtric, waiting for his mask to slip but it doesnât so she slowly starts lowering her guard and just trusting that he really has changed sides and now belongs to the danes.
Now sheâs sitting by the fire, nursing a cup of ale as she watches the wood burn, itâs night and everyone is sleeping but not her, she canât sleep, she never really can. She flinches when Sihtric suddenly sits down next to her, she didnât even hear him coming which surprises her since sheâs normally very alert and one of the first to notice something.Â
âWhy are you awake?â She asks him, not looking away from the flames that lick at the wood. Freydis takes a small sip from her cup as she awaits his answer.
âCouldnât sleep, Dagfinn snores rather loudly, doesnât he?â Sihtric asks her with a small smile, trying to get her to warm up to him. Freydis scoffs and nods, swirling her ale around in her cup.
âHe really does.â She snickers while shaking her head, remembering the time she slept in the room next to him for a week and didnât get a second of sleep at night because of his loud snoring.
Both of them donât speak up again that night, just enjoying the silence and each other's presence, or at least, Sihtric enjoyed her presence, the feeling wasnât mutual.Â
Seeing each other by the fire became a habit after that, they both would just sit in silence as they stared at the fire, Sihtric sometimes falling asleep because of his lack of sleep with Dagfinn snoring.
âWhy are you still here, Sihtric?â Freydis spoke up when he sat next to her for the fiftieth something time, staring into his heterochromic eyes to make sure he couldnât deceive her.
âUhtred was right, I do enjoy fighting.â He just shrugs, heâs not telling the whole truth but Freydis decides that she wonât pry any further so she just nods before looking back at the fire.
âWhy are you with Haesten?â Sihtric asks her, looking at her curiously, he canât figure the Danish woman out, sheâs so guarded and nothing gets through to her, she barely even shows emotions in her eyes. Sheâs a mystery he desperately wants to decipher.Â
âI donât know. I guess I enjoy fighting like you do.â She replies with a shrug. Freydis inspects her braids, noticing that theyâre starting to loosen, she pulls a face and lets out an agitated sigh, annoyed that she has to redo her hair but she pulls all the braids out anyways and starts rebraiding them.
âDo you want me to help you with that?â Sihtric quietly asks her, looking at her struggle with her hair.
âYeah, uhm sure, thatâd be nice, wait here, Iâm going to get my beads, it has been a long time since Iâve last had them in my braids.â She tells him before quickly rushing to her tent and returning a few minutes later with a small pouch of beads in her hand.
After that interaction, Freydis slowly started opening up to Sihtric, letting him in and letting him see more of her emotions. They grew closer over time and created a friendship on a foundation of mutual trust, a friendship that wasnât really a friendship at all, rather something more, something with a simmering tension that the other Danes picked up on too.
âCan I tell you something?â Freydis asks Sihtric, sitting between his legs as he braids her hair again, carefully pulling at the strands of hair. Sihtric lets out a small hum in agreement and waits for her to say what she wants to say.
âIâm a bastard too, well sort of.â She blurts out, fiddling nervously with her hands.Â
âMy father already had a wife and kids when he started his affair with my mother, i was conceived and born out of wedlock so iâm a bastard according to most but when i was four summers old, my mother married my father and became his second wife.â She explains, Sihtric is paying attention to her words carefully and intently.
âWhen she married him, it was like I stopped being her child, my father already disliked me and his first wife did too, as did my half siblings. She was the only person I had and she just⊠She just stopped caring.â She softly tells him, itâs clear that she has a hard time talking about this so Sihtric pulls her up into an embrace, gently running a hand down her back in soothing motions, trying to support her.Â
âYou asked me why I was with Haesten and the truth is, he was an escape. I was well trained because my father cared about his status as a warrior but no one in that family cared for me in any other way than how I would affect their reputation. So when Haesten offered an out, I jumped at the chance, wanting to get as far away from my family as possible.â She confesses as she pulls away from his embrace slightly to look him in the eye. Sihtric just gently brushes the pads of his fingers over her face while smiling at her, thereâs not a single hint of judgment making Freydis relax again.Â
Freydis laughed as she looked at Sihtric watching her swim, completely bare since she had stripped her clothes off just a few minutes ago. His hair softly got blown around by the wind and hers moved with the current of the water. He was in the wind and she was in the water, both at peace and dancing around their feelings for each other.Â
She left the water soon after, joining him by the fire, now clothed. She wrings out her hair and sits a little closer to the fire to make it dry quicker.Â
âI was thinking last night.â She tells Sihtric who snickers and makes a lighthearted joke about that being a first. She glares at him but smiles anyway and gives him a friendly smack.Â
âSo you know how we both hate our fathers, right?â She asks him and he nods, waiting for her to continue.Â
âI was thinking, we could always just stop introducing ourselves with our last names and just decide on another last name.â Freydis tells him with a grin and sparkling eyes and he shares her excitement, they giggle about it together for the rest of the night, joking that now theyâre nobodyâs son and nobodyâs daughter.Â
Their relationship blossomed, the fleeting glances, the gentle touches, the smiles, everything became very real with a few kisses and nights spent together in the same bed being thrown into the mix. And for the first time in her life, Freydis truly felt like she belonged somewhere, like she meant something to someone. Sometimes she even had the passing thought about love, wondering if she truly loved him and if she wanted to spend her life with him, the answer to that question was always yes.Â
It doesnât faze her when Bloodhair dies, she expected this and she knows well enough that Skade had something to do with it but she doesnât word it. Freydis, Sihtric and some other Danes travel to a village soon after his passing.
She laughs with some of the other Danes when they arrive at the village but frowns when she sees Sihtric slipping off somewhere. Quietly she follows him only to see him stand in front of Uhtred, Finan and the others crouching behind Uhtred. She makes sure that she isnât seen as she watches the interaction, a knot forms in her throat as anxiety settles in.
âDo you have something to say to me, boy?â Uhtred asks Sihtric.
âI do.â The man sheâd grown to love states and unsheathes his sword. âYield to me.â Uhtred raises his hands and drops his knife and for a second all her anxiety leaves, thatâs until Sihtric shoves the tip of his sword into the ground and hugs Uhtred.Â
Her lips part as she watches the scene, tears welling up in her eyes as heartbreak and hurt flow through her. He tricked her, he used her and he betrayed her, thatâs all she can think at that point. She doesnât even try to be quiet as she darts away, back to her horse, she knows that he saw her and she knows that the other men also did but she canât bring herself to care as she hauls herself back onto her horse before galloping off again, tears streaming down her face as the realization settles in.Â
It hurt, it hurt so much when she thought that she had finally found her person, it turned out he just used her as a way to infiltrate the group she belonged to. She cried in Bridaâs arms when she arrived back at the camp, not even able to bring out a single word as she just sobbed into the womanâs chest.
Freydis follows behind Brida as the two women run together to where the sounds are coming from, Freydis has her bow in hand. They run onto the docs and see Uhtred sailing away with the others out of his group. Sihtricâs eyes widen as they fall on Freydisâ tear stained face but she just glares at him, hatred and rage in her eyes. Sihtric feels his heart shatter at the hatred in her eyes even though he knows that itâs well deserved, he betrayed her in the worst way imaginable and itâd surprise him if she ever found it in her heart to forgive him.
I kind of got carried away with this one so i'll have to make a part two but uhh enjoy :)
