#turkish player

[messicb]

Turkish National Team Parallels ↷ Semih Ozturk (June 20, 2008) & Baris Alper Yilmaz (July 6, 2024).

[dcrtmund09]

The male ego is so fragile.

The Portugal game was commented by a woman, and incels on sm have nothing better to do than to be pissed about the way she correctly pronounced the portugese players names only for others to point out she is literally of german/portugese heritage.

And the only answer those men came up with was: "Ok, but does she have to show off like that?"

[feydrautha]

scalding hot take but the way the German media across the board reacted to Demiral's Grey Wolves greeting and Turkey fans displaying ultra-reactionary nationalism reeks so much of confirmation bias, and in the current climate of German politics and media, it's not even really a surprise

[mchiti]

found the video but it's in turkish I can't even hear him and I'm about to cry about this

[freak-of-evolution]

Turkish volleyball player Derya Cebecioglu 😍🏐

[navramanan]

award goes to the without doubt stupidest own goal

[prenasper]

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[understanding-hold-on]

i dunno why but today i have met russian players in all of my games and it was incredibly annoying because they refuse to speak english most of the time, and when they catch a whiff of the fact that I am a woman they immideately turn to insults like "go make some borscht". they are just fucking toxic in general and like to flame the team(which does not speak russian).

and even when they are not, they are happy to exclude players out of communication simply because of the language barrier.

and it irks me. because I know how incredibly toxic russian cs is, and I don't want for it to become the same in valorant, where it is normal to be screamed at in another language.

[themoonofblueside]

my love for and attention to f1 and its drivers leaving my body as i start to watch vnl23...as it should

[jsprnt]

meeting your boyfriend’s parents

arda güler x turkish! reader

A/N: based on this request, thank uu 🤍 my first arda fic!!

W/C: 2.175 (yes, I got ahead of myself)

"is this too much?"

you ask yourself, thoroughly examining your outfit in the mirror. you run your hands down the soft fabric, grunting in indecisiveness.

turning around, you're greeted by a huge pile of clothes on your bed. a combination of dresses, jeans and shirts crumpled up from the way you'd thrown them behind you, after trying them on.

jeans with a sweater, too hot.

a pair of trousers with a blouse, too formal.

a skirt with a cropped top, too much skin showing for a first meeting with your boyfriend's parents.

the weather was becoming warmer these days, so you also had to keep the fabric and thickness of the clothes in mind.

"fuck this.." you mumble, sitting on your bed, the clothes barely allowing you to see you pink bedding. you lay down, the clothes becoming your soft pillow, apart from the buttons on the items, digging into your neck and the back of your head.

you and arda have been together for a few months now. you had gotten acquainted with him through mutual friends when he had just transferred to real madrid.

at first, you were a little nervous, meeting new people was exactly your thing. though, your friends had convinced you to meet him, only due to the shared background you both had.

since arda was born, he'd never lived anywhere else other than türkiye. born and raised partially in the capital, ankara. only to move to istanbul to play at his childhood dream club, fenerbahçe.

the years had gone by fast, and when a huge opportunity came, he finally decided it was time for him to leave and move onto one of the biggest clubs in the world.

you had met arda at a small gathering, specifically a surprise birthday party you attend for one of your close friends. 

the night was full of fun games, karaoke, and the best of all the multiple 'halay' dance routines.

you'd found arda to be a very sweet person, the second you met him. the way he so gently shook your hand, and gave you the prettiest smile you'd ever seen on a boy, had you mesmerized instantly.

obviously, you knew who he was before you met him. it was unavoidable to not know who 'arda güler' was, especially as a turkish person.

growing up around adults who watched and played football religiously, you were definitely aware of the debate.

which football club is türkiye's biggest and best?

was it the 'lion's', galatasaray, who had won the league last year? or was it the 'yellow canaries', fenerbahçe, who were first on the 'Süper Lig's all-time table'?

some would even nominate the 'black eagles', beşiktaş as candidates.

since all three of these clubs are based in the eurasian city of istanbul, derbys were an absolute show every time.

the excitement, the nerves, the turkish anger issues revealing themselves when someone gets fouled, or the thrill of seeing players of the opposite team fight each other, after a highly emotional match at full-time.

to see arda right in front of you, after seeing him on tv all the time was incredibly weird. but, you got used to it fairly quickly after seeing how humble and kind he was to everyone around him, whether he knew them or not..

you rub your nose with your fingers, eyes itching from the amount of dust in your room. you pause your movements for a second, sniffing softly and looking at the sun shining through your window.

the combined actions finally allow you to sneeze, and you don't waste time before you stand up to and go open your windows.

you were supposed to be picked up in an hour, so you had to hurry up and choose something to wear.

you had already texted your friends asking for advice on how you should dress. it didn't help much though, because whatever they said you should wear, you'd change your mind about it last minute. finding an issue with the clothing items, and then having to chuck more clothes on your bed as you rummaged through your closet.

your mind becomes busy with getting distracted by the beautiful weather outside, and the neighborhood children playing and laughing together.

though, you immediately whip your head around when your phone goes off. processing and realizing the ringtone, the one you had specifically set for arda, you walk over.

you sigh in irritation as you look around for your phone, finally catching a glimpse of the white case, from underneath a single black sock.

you're entire demeanor shifts when you read the caller id, smiling to yourself when you pick up. propping the phone in position, against the alarm clock on your nightstand, so he can see you properly.

"aşkım?" (my love) he says, the sweet nickname falling off his lips. his phone incredibly close to his face, as he shifts and moves, from what you can see, his car.

"arda, why did you call?" you question, grinning when you can finally see his full face. he moves his arm, playing with his hair as he smiles back.

"just finished training, showered and I'm coming over right now.."

"right now?" you panic, pointing downwards with your finger to confirm. "right now? but I'm not ready yet- and you said be ready by 5:45.." you blurt, already getting up to your feet, eyes flickering around the room as you forget he's on the phone for a moment.

"hey, calm down.. we have a lot of time, I just thought I'd come over since I know you're nervous.."

you look back at the screen, brows furrowing in confusion.

"that’s very sweet, but you just gave me a heart attack.."

"I'm almost at your place, canım. (my life) don't worry.."

you nod back, your heart calming down slowly.

"I don't know what to wear.." you say, running a hand over your face.

"I'll help you, I'll be over in a minute.."

"okay.." you mumble, waving quickly before telling him you'll hang up and wait until he arrives.

your thoughts are interrupted by an annoying yell and then a scoff.

"y/n! the footballer is here!"

you chuckle at your brother's voice, it's undeniably funny how much he liked galatasaray. even though arda had almost transferred to real madrid months ago, from fenerbahçe, your younger brother had vowed not to like him ever since he heard about you two.

well, he did cave when you asked him if he'd come along to some real madrid matches..

"I'm coming.." you shout back, jumping when you come across your brother. he scoffs at you, hurriedly stomping up the stairs to probably bother your older brother.

"arda?" you question, smiling when you notice him in the living room. he looks up immediately, walking up to bring you into a tight hug.

"I've missed you, tatlım.." (my sweetie) he whispers against your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

you look at him, grinning from ear to ear. you hadn't seen him since he had left for an important match in a different country, so it was practically your catch up dinner too.

"I missed you too.." you reply, planting a kiss to his cheek. without waiting for him to say anything else, you drag him towards your bedroom, showing him the disaster.

"did a tornado visit your room, and should I be concerned?" he asks, squinting at the pile of clothes.

"I don't know what to wear.." you groan, throwing yourself onto your bed.

you watch arda walk closer, his hands reaching out to grab a slightly wrinkled floral blue dress.

"this one." he firmly states, turning around to grab a pair of white kitten heels from your shoe rack.

"and this.." he says, presenting the two items like a football shirt.

muscle memory, you guess.

you sit up, fixing your posture as you analyze the combination.

"that's not too much?" you ask, getting some hope.

"what do you mean? this is perfect, my parents would love it.."

he watches your unsure expression, placing the dress on your bed and the shoes on the floor.

"try it on for me, okay?" he asks, nudging your chin up, so he can look you in the eyes.

"I'll wait for you in the living room, maybe b/n will join me.."

minutes pass, and you've pulled the dress on successfully. fidgeting with the fabric, you smile, starting to feel satisfied. already thinking of what jewelry and other accessories you'll style the dress with.

hurrying up, you walk into the living room, surprised when you can actually see both your brothers sitting with your boyfriend. and it didn't look like either of them had said anything crazy to arda.

they looked, strangely happy and relaxed..

"what do you think?" you ask, raising your brows at the three boys.

you're bombarded by compliments, and almost gawk as your older brother calls you 'pretty'.

had arda replaced him with other person while you were getting dressed?

without much more thinking, you run back to your room. pulling on the rest of your accessories and fixing your appearance.

"I'm more scared of meeting your sister, than meeting your parents.." you confess, playing with the ring on arda's finger, looking up at where the driver is taking you.

"my sister's not going to kill you.." he chuckles, looking down at your intertwined fingers.

"still.."

you've heard the horror stories. girl's meeting their 'sister-in-law', only to find out how incredibly mean and protective they are about their younger brother.

deep inside, you knew his sister would be nice. he'd told you so many times about her wish of wanting to meet you.

it was just scary to meet three new people at once. especially those closest to your boyfriend. you had to get along, no questions asked.

you fidget with the bouquet of flowers in your hand. other hand intertwined with arda's, as you waited for his family to open the front door.

"hoşgeldiniz.." hearing the welcoming greeting in turkish you immediately tense up. arda seems to notice, looking at you and squeezing your hand reassuringly, before you step in.

you try to smile when you make eye contact with his mother, her loving arms coming to wrap around you. you greet each other with two, traditional kisses on each cheek, the worries in your heart slowly melting away.

you hand the flowers to her, and watch as the smile on her grow, an exact replica of your boyfriend’s smile..

you watch as arda hands his sister the gift bag in his hand, a kilogram of baklava.

you almost drool at the thought of having the dessert with a cup of turkish tea, but stop yourself before you get ahead of yourself.

it doesn't take long before you're all seated at the dinner table. having greeted all three of his family members with a lot of affection.

the atmosphere was friendly, warmer than you had dreamt of. but, you should've expected it, especially with how loving and caring your boyfriend is.

you admire all the different types of food prepared for dinner. eyes catching on the 'manti' you, oh-so- loved. you could describe them as little dumplings, instead of soup they were mixed in with yogurt, a sauce of tomato paste, and a lot of spices.

with how small they looked, you could guess it took a long time to make. not to forget, the other types of food. 'mercimek soup', 'olive-leaf sarma', and a colorful 'çoban' salad to refresh your palate.

you almost drooled at just the sight of the delicious array of food, and the way it tasted was a million times better.

"so, what city are your parents from?" arda's dad asks, the insanely predictable question every uncle asks when they notice you're turkish. only to magically always know your dad in some way or another.

"my mother is from c/n, and my father is from c/n.." you answer, making sure you answer with the perfect pronunciation.

"oh, back when I was younger- around arda’s age. I worked in c/n. we had worked hard for our bread and butter, sending money to the family was the most important thing back then.."

and without noticing, you'd passed the 'meeting my boyfriend's family test'.

only, because everyone at the table started complaining loudly, comfortable enough with you, already- to act like that. indicating they had all heard the story he was going to tell, a million times before.

you chuckle, smile pulling on your lips, as you feel arda's hand slip onto yours. his palm resting on the back of your hand, as he pats it reassuringly.

you glance at your boyfriend, his boxy smile showing, as he calms you down.

"don't listen to him, or he'll talk your ear off, y/n. let's talk about something else.." his sister chimes in, leaning forward to ask you something to save you from the talk.

this could definitely become something you could get used to..

[shitsndgiggs]

THE FIRST MATCH - KENAN YILDIZ

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

The stadium filled out in no time, the anticipation for the Euro match between Turkey and Georgia palpable in the air. The stands were a sea of red and white, Turkish flags waving energetically alongside the cheers and chants of dedicated fans.

I found myself in the VIP section, sitting beside Beate, Kenan’s mother. She was as welcoming as ever, her pride in her son evident in every smile and enthusiastic clap.

"He's worked so hard for this,"Beate said with a smile, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Tonight will be special, I can feel it."

As the national anthems played, my heart raced with a mix of nerves and excitement. The camera panned across the players, and there he was – Kenan, looking focused and determined. He glanced up at the stands and caught my eye, giving me a quick, flirty wink.

My cheeks flushed, and I quickly looked away, but not before giving him a small, shy waves.

‿︵‿︵‿୨ ୧‿︵‿︵‿

Turkey took the lead in the 25th minute, with a brilliant goal by Mert Müldür. The stadium erupted in cheers, and the excitement was palpable. Beate and I were on our feet, clapping and celebrating the early lead.

Just two minutes later, in the 27th minute, Kenan made a perfectly timed run, breaking free from his marker. His teammate spotted the move and delivered a precise through ball. Kenan, with his usual finesse, controlled the ball deftly and slotted it past the Georgian goalkeeper into the back of the net.

The crowd erupted in celebration once more, and I jumped to my feet, cheering alongside Beate. Kenan turned to the stands, his eyes finding mine as he flashed a confident, flirtatious smile, making my heart race even faster.

But the jubilation was short-lived. The referee's whistle blew, and the linesman had his flag raised. Offside. The goal was annulled. A collective groan echoed around the stadium, and the scoreboard remained unchanged.

Kenan looked over at me, a mix of frustration and determination in his eyes. I gave him an encouraging smile and mouthed, "You'll get the next one." He nodded, the fire in his gaze unwavering, ready to fight for every chance.

Georgia managed to equalize 13 minutes before halftime, making it 1-1. The tension was high as the second half commenced. Kenan's determination was evident in every move he made, fighting for every ball.

‿︵‿︵‿୨ ୧‿︵‿︵‿

The sky, which had been overcast since the beginning of the match, suddenly opened up in the 56th minute, and rain began to pour down. The field quickly became slick, and the players struggled to maintain their footing. Passes skidded unpredictably, and the game’s tempo slowed as both teams adjusted to the challenging conditions.

Despite the rain, the Turkish team remained focused. In the 65th minute, Arda Güler seized an opportunity. He danced through the Georgian defense with remarkable skill, keeping the ball close despite the slippery pitch.

With a quick, decisive shot, he sent the ball curling into the top corner of the net. The Turkish fans exploded with joy, their cheers mixing with the sound of the pouring rain.

Beate and I hugged, drenched but ecstatic. "That was brilliant!" I shouted over the noise, my eyes sparkling with excitement.

‿︵‿︵‿୨ ୧‿︵‿︵‿

In the 85th minute, Kenan, exhausted but proud, was replaced by Kerem Aktürkoğlu. As he walked over to the bench, he looked up at me, his eyes tired yet sparkling with a hint of mischief. He gave me a playful wink, and I couldn't help but smile, feeling my heart race.

"You did amazing," I mouthed to him, and he nodded, a small, tired smile playing on his lips as he took his seat on the bench.

As the game entered extra time, the tension was palpable. In the 90+7 minute, Kerem Aktürkoğlu seized a final opportunity.

With a burst of energy, he maneuvered past the Georgian defense and struck the ball into the net, securing Turkey’s victory at 3-1. The final whistle blew, and the Turkish fans erupted in celebration.

Despite the rain still pouring down, Beate grabbed my hand, and together, we made our way down to the pitch, the security allowing us access due to our VIP passes. We were drenched but the excitement kept us warm.

Kenan spotted us both and ran over, a huge smile on his face. He embraced his mother first, lifting her off her feet in a tight hug.

"You were amazing, Kenan!" Beate exclaimed, tears streaming down her face, mixing with the rain.

Kenan then turned to me, his eyes softening as he wiped the rain from his face. "Did you enjoy the game?" he asked, his tone playful yet tender.

"It was incredible," I replied, feeling a bit shy but overjoyed. "You were incredible."

Kenan chuckled, shaking his head to get the rain out of his hair. "I had a feeling you'd say that. You’re my good luck charm, you know."

I laughed, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks despite the cold rain. "Well, I'll have to come to all your games then."

Kenan took a step closer, the noise of the crowd fading into the background. He reached out and gently tucked a wet strand of hair behind my ear. "I'd really like that," he said softly, his eyes locking onto mine.

Just then, a photographer snapped a picture of us, capturing the moment. Kenan laughed, pulling me into a spontaneous twirl, my feet leaving the ground briefly before he set me down gently. We were both laughing, soaked but happy.

"I'm holding you to that," he whispered, his face inches from mine, the rain dripping down his cheeks.

"Deal," I whispered back, my heart pounding as we stood there, the world around us celebrating Turkey's victory. As the rain continued to fall, I knew this was a moment I would cherish forever.

Kenan leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my cheek before pulling back, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You better, or I'll have to come find you," he teased.

I grinned, feeling a surge of happiness. "I wouldn't make it too hard for you."

With that, Kenan laughed again, pulling me into a tight embrace. As we stood there, drenched but elated, the cheers of the crowd and the rain creating a perfect symphony, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.

[amirasainz]

can you do a pierre x amira x kika

where it follows euros 2024 with portugal vs france and it’s like amira is stuck in the middle of them

I'm baaack! So I knoow that the Euro Cup is over, but I just started on writing some requests. There will be mentions of the Austian football team as well, but I just chose them randomly. My home team, thankfully, won the Euro Cup, YAY!

Enjoy reading and spam me with requests. :)

-XoXo

No Part 2!

Sitting in the middle

Amira never imagined she would visit Germany. It wasn’t that she had anything against the country; it simply hadn’t been one of her dream destinations. Yet here she sat, in the VIP area of a German football stadium, waiting for the game. For some, this match might not be the most exciting one during the Euro Cup.

But for Amira, it meant much more than just a game. Her companions, Pierre and Kika, supported different teams—each fiercely loyal to their home countries. When they learned that their teams would face off against each other, tensions escalated. Seeking a neutral presence during the game, they convinced Amira to join them in Germany after a day of cuddling and kissing, like friends just do.

And so, there she was. Pierre, decked out in team merchandise, sat on her right, while Kika proudly wore the famous number 7 on her back, Portuguese flags painted on her cheeks. And Amira, who decided to dress in normal clothes but had bracelets from each of the teams on her wrist, sat in the middle of them. The trio attracted curious glances from fellow spectators.

Initially, everything went smoothly. Respectful banter filled the air. But after the first half, things changed. “Of course, the Portuguese players have to collapse on the field, pretending they’ve suffered a catastrophic injury—even when no one touched them,” Pierre grumbled. Kika shot him a dagger-filled look. “Excuse me?” she retorted. Pierre’s sarcastic response— “You are excused”—didn’t help matters.

Amira, engrossed in chocolate-covered cherries, paid little attention to the escalating tension between her friends. As the second half began, emotions boiled over. “Pierre, you can’t be serious. EVERYBODY knows Portugal is better than France in football. We have players like Ronaldo, Pepe, Dias, Félix, Ne-”“Oh, come on! Ronaldo is the only player everyone knows from your team, and he isn’t even that good,” Kika interrupted. “What about M’Bappé?” she added.

Before the argument could escalate further, Amira innocently interjected: “I like the Austrian team.” Both Kika and Pierre stared at her, equally surprised. “They play like a real team—a close-knit family. Their joy on the field is contagious, and the fans are incredible,” Amira explained. Her friends exchanged puzzled glances but quickly agreed, because the didn't want to upset their babygirl. “Yes, you’re right, cherié,” Pierre conceded. “Austria won the toughest group in the Euro Cup.” Kika nodded in agreement. “Their players seem genuinely nice, and their fans show respect. Unlike those Turkish fans—disgusting behavior.”

Amira beamed at her friends. “Cherry, anyone?” she asked, lifting her fork.

[zombvic]

FOOTBALL MASTERLIST ꩜.ᐟ

୨୧ - fluff , ♡ - smut , ☆ - angst , ꩜ - smau

FC BARCELONA

marc guiu (i will NOT change him to chelsea ..) :

super rich kids , pt.2- ୨୧ ꩜

- in which fans notice a familiar footballer in the likes of their favorite "super (humble) rich kid"

mr. lewandowski - ୨୧

- in which the polish barcelona player finds out his daughter is dating his teammate

hector fort :

plus one - ☆

- in which hector gets invited to a team event, which comes with a certain challenge

pablo gavi :

soon to be added !!

joao felix :

kisses to my exes - ୨୧ ꩜

- in which y/n & joão soft launch their relationship as a response to their exes dating rumors

JUVENTUS FC

kenan yildiz :

eye to eye - ୨୧

- in which y/n and a certain turkish-german football player dont see eye to eye

i'd be yours if you'd ask - ୨୧ ☆

- in which y/n ghosts the turkish footballer during their "situationship" whilst talking to another football player

REAL MADRID

jude bellingham :

yassified - ୨୧ ꩜

- in which y/n & jude share silly banter on social media

patriotic - ୨୧☆

- in which y/n is a true patriot to her country

kylian mbappé :

soon to be added !!

MANCHESTER UNITED

mason mount :

blue is the color - ୨୧

- in which y/n and mason argue about their newborn babys favorite football team

three's a party - ୨୧ ꩜

- in which the beloved couple announce they're expecting a baby

[alizayildiz]

Heyyy! I was thinking about how he will react after losing a match? Like yesterday against portugal. And how does the reader treat him? I think it'll be a good fics well it's up too you wanna make it smut or no... Have a great day!!

I’m sorry for the long wait girl but I’ve had a dozen requests to write!! Anyways have fun readying lovely ;). I had to keep it short because I didn’t knew if you’d like it as a chapter is just as an preference 😭

You looked at the game that was playing in front of you. Portugal VS. Turkey. For some it was clear from the beginning that Portugal will win.

Still your boyfriend Kenan hoped that Turkey would win, but he soon realised, and that was after their own goal against themselves, that Turkey will loose.

You sat in the VIP Box Kenan arranged for you, and even up from there you could see his depressed face. Arda, who sat next to him, didn’t look happy either.

During halftime you heard lots of Turkish fans shouting at Montella, cussing at him.

“HOW COULD HE PUT THIS 11 AGAINST PORTUGAL”

“Why didn’t Kenan and Arda play from the beginning”

“Their own coach is against them”

“If Kenan and Arda had played from the beginning we would have won”

“The score would have been different if Montella had a fucking brain and put Kenan in from minute one on”

And lots of other comments you don’t wanna rewind. As the referee called the game over you immediately got up walking down on the pitch to Kenan.

The thing about Kenan is that he is determined to win, he gives his best and everyone knows and sees that. But if his team won’t cooperate that it gets worse for him. He gets mad at his colleagues and at his Coach, who for once didn’t put him into the first 11 starting lineup.

Although Kenan is a very optimistic person who life lightens up your moods he is the complete opposite when he looses.

As you passed soßen or fans who try to take pictures with you or your Autogramm, some even grab you by your arm, you continue ignoring them all. Knowing very well that if you’re not next to Kenan he will loose it at some point.

Jumping over the fence Kenan immediately walked up to you, the who of you walking faster and faster to reach each other more quickly.

As your arms wrapped around his neck he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Picking you up slightly as his arm wrapped around your waist he took in your scent.

You’re wearing his favourite perfume of yours. The two of you didn’t talk, just stood there.

You noticed that his grip around your waist got harder whether Portugal fans laughed at the Turkish national team. “Booing” them on, and making fun of the team.

Everyone in that stadium knew that if Kenan and Arda had played from the beginning the score would have looked different.

“Deep breaths” You whisper at Kenan.

Trying your best to calm him down you signalled to his Coach that the security should get the stadium cleaned out.

It’s not that Kenan is a weak person who stars crying when he losses it’s rather that he losses his temper when he looses.

He doesn’t allow himself to lose or fail at anything and when opponent fans get on his nerves he quickly jumps at them.

It happens once during a game of Juventus, media still suspects when Kenan will loose it again like a maniac.

After five more minutes standing like that the Stadium was quiet, no fans, no referees, no other players and no coaches in sight.

Kenan’s ears were covered by your arms because of the way you two hugged each other.

You slowly let go of him looking deep into his eyes.

“You did your best Kenan” you say, giving him a lovely smile.

He played just 30 minutes and that with Arda just playing 20 minutes beside him. What is he supposed to do 1 VS. 11 ?

“If I had played better during practice Coach would have put me in from the beginning” he walks towards the bench for substitute players, sitting down on it.

“You know that’s not true, it wasn’t your fault that you hurt yourself during practice even that shows how passionate you are about your sport” You stood on the pitch walking towards a football.

“EM 2024” was written on it.

Kenan looks up at you, smiling for the first time ever that day.

“Common 1 VS. 1” you say before passing the ball to Kenan.

Instantly getting up from the bench he throws you his jersey, you didn’t care if it was covered with sweat you still wore it.

A topless Kenan stood in front of you, abs showing perfectly.

The two of you started playing together. And although Kenan hates losing he loves losing to you.

The evening continues with Kenan teaching you football tricks.

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You better not be a turkish Caillou video player when I get there