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dating headcanons - kenan yildiz

summary: the req

pairing: fem!reader x kenan yildiz

genre: fluff idk

(pics are not mine)

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° you guys met when he joined juventus

° he had just scored a goal and ran to celebrate when he spotted you in the front row

° your eyes met and in that moment he knew he fell for you

° it was truly love at first sight

° after the game he took off his jersey, climbing over the barricade and handing it to you with a smirk (yk like him in that one video)

° the action send some girls around you squealing, their eyes darting between the two of you

° a bit shocked you took the shirt, your fingers stroking over the number on the back

° that's when you noticed a scribble on the bottom

° after further inspection you made out a message: "wear this to the next match?"

° his number was messily written below

° and that's how the romance started (might do a drabble for that)

° kenan knew how to charm someone (also very aware of his good looks) but talking to you was different

° he kind of turned into an overthinker

° like on the first date he wanted to wrap his arm around your shoulder smoothly but ended up tangling his bracelet in your hair

° the rest of the night passed with him apologizing profusely and you laughing your ass of at his awkward cuteness

° but the more you guys got to know eachother, the more confident he got

° like whispering sweet nothings in your ear when you least expect it

° his strong hand lingering on your waist when walking through a crowd

° or his lips finding yours in a quick but loving kiss after a game

° at a victory a few months into the relationship, you asked for his jersey

° a sly smile tucked at his lips as he leant down so you were he only one hearing him

° "you can take it off yourself when we get home"

° let's just say you guys celebrated well that night

° he has a plethora of petnames for you but his favorites are the turkish ones like aşkım, canım or bebeğim

° kenan would never admit it but he gets flustered easily

° you'd just have to lean in closer, hug him or compliment him for a faint blush to taint his cheeks and nose

° does his best to hide it though

° it got to a point where you'd have to grab his chin and make him look at you (his blush would only get darker)

° he gets so excited when he sees you wearing his clothes

° especially his jackets or jerseys

° will never complain when his hoodies go missing, the sight of you in them is reward enough

° since your relationship is official there have been a lot of fans dedicating accounts to you specifically (he follows all of them)

° always wears your name on his cleats (he asks if you like them everytime)

° gets jealous quite easily but rather talks it out with you than get pissed, his arm would rest on your waist protectively during the situation and you would talk it out later at home

° only once has he truly gotten angry (not at you ofc)

-> it was just before a game and he had spotted you in the crowd, quickly noticing how uncomfortable you were. the guy sitting next to you was definitely overstepping a line when he leant in just too far while you still tried to keep a distance. it made kenan so mad, knowing that he couldn't directly help you.

but later during the match he made sure to accidentally shoot the ball at the man, aiming perfectly at his face. you should know that he always has your back, even when he's not right there.

° i feel like he loves to cook (with you and for you)

° and he's exceptionally good at it

° on his days off he'd definitely wake you up with breakfast-in-bed (shirtless, because he knows you love the sight)

° however, he sucks at baking (he once burned a cake so bad you swore it was bulletproof afterwards)

° kenan would attend weddings with you, swearing a silent promise to make you his bride one day

° leaves little notes for you anywhere (like on the fridge or in your bag)

° but they're almost impossible for you to read because his handwriting is sooooo bad

° fr it's like a foreign language that has yet to be decrypted

° i don't think he's big on PDA but loves to hold hands

° would flex his muscles when tightening his grip

° LOYAL ASF

° wouldn't even look at other women because he has you next to him

° and you're all he needs

° much to the annoyance of some weirdly obsessed fans, but you two couldn't care less

° overall he's a cutie patootie who has fallen head over heals for you (and he wouldn't want it any other way)

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Please, can we keep the Scots?

pairing: jamal musiala x fem!reader

summary: how (i think) he'd act in a relationship

genre: fluff

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° jamal was definitely nervous about asking you out

° he couldn't stop talking about you to alphonso until he finally made the move

° he confessed on accident, stuttering after he realized what he said, his gaze strictly on the floor before you pulled his lips on yours

° you could always shut him up with a kiss

° in the first months of the relationship he's nervous, still trying to get used to it

° when he accidentally walked in on you changing, 'sorry's' and 'i didn't see anything but you look amazing' spill from his lips as he covers his eyes and immediately turns to leave

° always respects if you need space, after all he needs his space sometimes too

° i think he'd wait at least a year before even thinking about making your relationship official to the media

° he's proud to be your boyfriend and loves to show you of around friends and family but he knows how the media can be and he wants to keep them from you as long as possible

° after all he is rather private about his personal life

° however when fans spotted you and jamal hugging on the sideline after the game, they were shipping you guys non-stop

° like there were edits stories (even whole accounts dedicated to the two of you)

° speaking of which, he loves seeing you at his games, it'd make him fall even more in love with you than he already is

° always dedicates his goals to you while sending a love-struck look at you

° whenever he sees you in his jersey, his heartbeat quickens hoping his lastname decorating your back will be yours sometime in the future

° jamal definitely dropped the "i'm not looking for a relationship right now" in an interview, even though you guys were just seen kissing in the stands

° if you guys get into an argument, he definitely wants it settled before you go to sleep

° partially because he hates if you're mad at him but also because he doesn't want to sleep on the couch

° he just sleeps better with you in his arms

° jamal still gets flustered asf if you compliment him, even after months into the relationship

° loves kissing you, anywhere anytime (but not around phonzy anymore, you guys kissed one time while he was in the room and he couldn't stop teasing jamal)

° would kiss you in the morning, before going to bed, pre-game, post game, after a win, after a loss

° kissing you would always cheer him up

° a bigggg fan of hugs

° he loves hugging you tightly, his arms around your waist, you hands on his neck and his face buried in your neck

° he definitely goes on rants, especially after a game where the referees choices were questionable

° but you listen, his head resting on your chest as he rambles and you calmly stroke along his back

° i feel like he'd wear a hair tie on his wrist during games, a small but important sign that he was taken

° fans started pointing it out before you two went official and he'd get fined for it everytime but it was worth it

a/n: soo apparently i'm stupid and i accidentally posted the unfinished version, had to delete it and then lost the request but here's a picture of it.

caught on camera - jamal musiala

pairings: jamal musiala x fem!reader (ft. leroy sané)

summary: the req

genre: fluff

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international break. two words that always managed to wrap the atmosphere in excitement. this time however, it was muffled by the fact jamal wasn't able to play. sure, you loved watching the german national team but it just wasn't the same without your boyfriend on the pitch. but when leroy invited you both to sit with him in the grandstands, you still enthusiastically accepted, leading to the three of you now waiting in the icy weather of autumn.

the match hadn't even started, yet leroy already complained about his ass freezing off. totally not because he chose to wear a statement piece instead of an actual winter jacket. you chuckled at his dramatic antics, before offering him a blanket from your bag, that you only brought because you knew he wouldn't layer himself enough. besides, you didn't need it anyway, being comfortably settled in your boyfriends side. jamal was like a portable heater, always warm even under these conditions. your head lazily resting on his shoulder as his arm lingered on your side, holding you close.

he was still a upset about his injury that kept him from contributing to the team, but being here with you and leroy seemed to already cheer him up. his chest lightly vibrating from chuckling every now and then over a joke leroy told.

it was a beautiful night in the allianz arena. on the pitch, you could see the players warming up while fans cozied themselves in the seats, dressed in their countries representative colours.

during the player-walkout, jamal and leroy were still deeply indulged in a discussion. something trivial about who had the prettier cleats.

"bro my pink ones definitely beat yours. i mean they glitter."

"yeah and you get fined for it at every game. trust me mine are better."

"but they make your feet look weird."

"excuse me?!"

you smiled absentmindedly at their banter, your palm resting around jamal's arm when you suddenly felt his hand on your thigh. as you turned to him, he was still vividly talking to leroy, but his fingers continued to softly stroke over the fabric of your jeans. the action felt so sweetly intimate, a warm feeling settling in your chest as you pressed a kiss to his cheek in return. when leroy was wrapped up in a conversation with someone next to him, jamal gave you a peck on your forehead, a small smile evident on his lips.

"you okay?" he asked, feeling bad for not paying as much attention to you. you nodded "all good, i'm just appreciating this right now." lost in the feeling. jamal agreed, slightly tightening his hold on your waist, his focus entirely trained on you as he spoke "we didn't really have a night out for a while... " he paused, his gaze flickering to your mouth for a second "i missed this." he finished before closing the small distance between you and locking your lips in a short but loving kiss. your surroundings seemed to blur for the while, muting the noise. it didn't last too long though, as you heard leroy coughing exaggeratedly "guys stop sucking off eachothers faces. the game's down there." he exclaimed, trying to sound somewhat serious but failing miserably, not able to stiffle his teasing tone. you pulled away from jamal sending the other man a glare. he really knew how to ruin a moment.

the game was in full swing, but your attention lingered elsewhere. your hand rested in jamal's as he stole sweet kisses from you, his lips ghosting over yours, now mindful hide it from leroy. the blush on your cheeks was almost permanent, partially because you felt like you could swoon at any second but also because this level of pda caught you off guard. jamal usually tended to keep the relationship private. off the media. but you enjoyed it nontheless, leaning your head on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around you, shielding off the cold october breeze.

as the night went on it flourished in tension, on and off the pitch. as the 62nd minute rolled around it was evident jamal couldn't get enough of you and you weren't the only one who noticed. apart from leroy, there were other heads turning and cameras clicking. you two would definitely end up in some news the next morning, but jamal couldn't care any less, he just wanted to be with you.

however, leroy was in his ear the whole time, childish and teasing like a toddler. he was really acting as if he wouldn't be all up on his wife if she had been at the game today.

after the game had ended and germany won, the stands emptied fast as fans hurried out of the stadium. leroy, jamal and you squeezed your way through the masses of people. your hand tightly in his grip. the plan was to catch up with the teammates that had played today, to show support and give congrats. besides, jamal and leroy really wanted to annoy flo.

your trio eventually made it to the locker rooms, it didn't take a second before leroy disappeared inside, leaving you and your boyfriend in the hallway. you both stood in a comfortable silence before jamal spoke up "i can't wait to get home. leroy really is a dumbass today." a chuckle escaped his throat as he looked over to you, a small sparkle in his eyes.

"just today?" you replied teasingly, raising a brow, "you always complain about him." jamal grinned "yeah well but it's like he rocked the level up to 200" . a few beats pass, jamal's gaze still studying you. "you look very pretty." the words left his mouth, causing a blush to creep on your cheeks. jamal smiled, liking the effect he had on you. with a step he was next to you wrapping you into his arms again this evening. it was a feeling you would never get tired of.

"see?" a voice, leroys voice, interrupted the moment. again. both of your heads snapped to him, a confused expression decorating your faces.

leroy had left the locker room, now accompanied by flo wirtz. both of them mustered you with judging but amused faces. "they've been like this all night!" he added and flo laughed, breaking the act, "you really are all up on eachother." he grinned, gesturing between you and jamal. your boyfriend gasped "wha- bro we just hugged!" shock painted his face while leroy retaliated "yeah sure, you probably would've done a lot more if we weren't here...keeping watch" he scoffed jokingly, heating up the drama.

"oh my- just let me love my girlfriend." jamal spoke clearly jokingly offended. you couldn't help but smile at their boyish arguing. "as long as you stay decent, sure" this time it was flo's voice speaking, a smirk tugging at his lips. jamal just shook his head but couldn't help the smile spreading on his face. "okay fuck you, we're going home. have a day." jamal chuckled grabbing your hand and dragging you out with him as you quickly said your goodbye's to them. "sure!" leroy yelled after you, "but remember to use condoms." this little fucker.

when you were out of sight a laugh broke from your throat. "oh god, they really are like toddlers." jamal scoffed but smiled after, heat rising to his cheeks.

"and i will never hear the end of it during next practice."

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pairings: jamal musiala x fem!reader

summary: they were seen kissing at a party but she can't quite remember. now she wants to find out if does.

(i hate this and also english isn't my first language.)

(pictures are not mine)

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Perfection. Pure perfection. That was probably the only word that could describe his performance today.

My eyes were practically glued to the pitch as my gaze followed his every move. He was at his best today, making his way through the defenders, dribbling out every single one of them. That man was sickeningly good on the field, I had to admit as I watched from the stands. The atmosphere was loud, cheering and addicting. Not where I usually spent a friday night but I could get used to it. Especially when the view was this good.

At a party several weeks ago I had befriended another peer group of athletes, temporarly increasing my number of close friends from 2 to 7. Normal, right? Well, no, because when I woke up with a headache the next morning and checked my way-too-bright phone on the nightstand, it was blown up with messages. Whatsapp, Insta, TikTok... even Facebook. Photos, low-quality videos, theories. There were strangers on the internet speculating about me and a boy. That boy. The boy i later found out was Jamal Musiala. The pictures clearly showed me and him. Way too close. But the worst thing was: I couldn't remember what happened that night.

And that's what brought me here today, to the front row of the Allianz Arena. Because since that night, I couldn't help but wonder if he remembered me or anything that happened. I needed to see him.

The game was heated, the tension could've been cut by a knife. A winner wasn't yet clear when the ball made its way to Jamals feet again. Even from across the pitch I could see his expression fall into concentration as he skillfully turned and sprinted through the opposition towards their goal. It was like the whole stadium went quiet as the fans and rivals realised his chance. He moved to a perfect position to aim. Shot. Scored.

The south curve went wild. Fans spilled their beer. Plastic cups flew. Bayern took the lead in the 87th minute, now so close to a home win. The scorer wearing the number 42 on his back ran over to them to celebrate his goal. He was ecstatic, smiling as he got closer to the barricade.

That's when his gaze met mine.

It was sudden. Fast. But for that minuscule second I could see his eyes light up. A telling spark. Was it recognition? Our momentary connection was severed when his team mates finally caught up to him, engulfing him in a wild hug almost sending the young man to the floor. I smiled, deciding to push the heavy thoughts to the back of my mind for now and embrace the warm atmosphere.

..........

The game was over, proudly ending in a 2:1 for Bayern Munich. The masses hurried to the exits, hoping to avoid the cramped traffic after the win. I lingered around, taking my time to collect my things and also to circumvent the crowded halls of the stadium for a little longer. My mind was racing as the stands cleared out, only leaving trash and spilled beer behind. I was about to sip up my jacket when-

"Y/N?"

I practically whirled around at the sudden voice and my gaze (once again) was met by those chocolate brown eyes that belonged to no other than Jamal. He took a small step back startled by my movement and send me an apologetic look for the scare. Now there was a litte more than an arms-length between us.

"Uh-hey!" I answered nervously, a shaky smile painting my lips. This wasn't at all how I imagined our encounter. My eyes scanned his appearance, he wore a baggy tracksuit jacket over his kit, the grass residues on his shorts still evident from the many fouls he had to endure. He hadn't even made it to the locker room. My gaze lingered on his lips before locking with his eyes again.

His mouth stretched into a sweet smile "Hey..."

Awkward silence. A few beats passed. I looked around nervously, my eyes now darting to anywhere but him. What was I supposed to talk about now? The weather?

Jamal also shuffled around nervously, looking down at his cleats. It was clear we both beat around the bush. He looked back up at me, his gaze resembling that of a deer. "So...Why-I mean, what brought you here, I didn't think I'd see you again..." he asked carefully. A blush tainted my cheeks "Uhm, I just... wanted to see you." I started, embarassed "You know, after the party." pausing for a moment, I thought back to the pictures of us kissing, contemplating if I should ask the question and just get it of my chest. Yeah. Best option.

"Do you remember anything about that night? Like what happened exactly? Did we... do something?"

It tumbled out of my mouth, one ask fused to another. I watched as his posture shifted, his eyes slightly widening. "What? No,no,no." he shook his head. A small wave of relief washed over me but it couldn't tame the burning lack of knowledge about that night. "Then what happened, the only thing I know is that I woke up with a headache.". He took a step back, processing my words before answering. "We had a good night you know, dancing, drinking...kissing. It went well until some drunk incel pushed you and you hit your head on a door frame..." the man paused, anger flashing in his eyes for a second. "He knocked you out. I drove you to the hospital. Your friends picked you up."

My mouth opened to reply, but quickly closed when no good answer formed on my tongue. It wasn't what I expected, but I still didn't know what to think about it.

"You waited at the hospital?" I asked, now completely catching up to what he said.

"Yeah." Jamal looked down to the floor again, hiding the faint red that now tinted his cheeks. "I wanted to ask for your number but... after everything happened I didn't think it was appropriate..." He trailed off.

"Oh-OH..well..." I was taken aback. Caught off-guard. Then I suddenly felt confidence seep through my body.

"You could ask me now."

He looked at me, a beat passed, then his face lit up. He took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to me, ready to enter the digits. As I was about to give him the phone back, he cleared his throat.

"Are you free next friday? It's my free day and maybe we could meet up at a café?" He asked, also growing more confident now. I blushed, and nodded, still a little overwhelmed by what just happened. "Yes, yes I'd love to. 5pm? Hopefully this time I'll remember..." I chuckled and Jamal quickly joined in. The situation now blurred into a sweet moment as we stood in the stadium that was completely empty. I smiled as I looked up at him. His eyes drifted to my lips before they met mine again.

"You better stay away from the door frames."

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pairings: kenan yildiz x fem!reader

summary: they hate eachother, but when a petty bet rolls around, hate blends dangerously well with love.

(based on a req)

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there was a thin line between love and hate. it was invisible. scrawny. they should avoid it. she should avoid it.

and yet both of them always met there every day. pushing eachother, testing out their limits.

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it was a warm summer school night, the setting sun painted the football pitch infront of her a beautiful mixture of orange and soft pink. her chest rose and fell with every deep breath she inhaled, the evening breeze lingering around her every now and then. the girl opened her eyes, inspecting the other students that fuzzed around on the stands.

today was their school's football team's matchday and support was mandatory, leading to more than 200 students staying on school grounds after the last lesson had ended. anticipation roaming the air made the late noon even more energetic. the grandstand became fuller with every minute, students of the competitor school crystallizing into groups among the others.

the pointers on her watch read 6:44 pm and she let out a sigh, knowing that the game wouldn't start until 7. her gaze fell back on the field where the players were in the middle of heir warm up. she didn't really care for most of them, their personalities dull and aggravating. but now her mind subconsciously longed for a certain someone. the past weeks her eyes always seemed to search for him and she hated herself for it.

a voice caught her attention, looking around she noticed her friend, maria, calling her name. she held two cups of god knows what in her hands, raising them up over her head, a beaming smile on her face. y/n returned the smile while getting up and moving towards her, right to the sidelines of the field.

the two friends spoke for a while, laughing about one of her jokes when she felt a presence behind her. y/n turned around, eyes widening as she was faced with his tall frame. kenan. her breath caught by surprise but she quickly managed to hide it. he was so close, her face almost squeezed into his chest.

"what're you starring at, huh? seeing something you like, dipshit?"

kenan's teasing tone ripped her out of her thoughts. thankfully. the tall man was dressed in their schools jersey, his cleats already dirtied from running on the pitch. he must've jogged over mid warm-up just to get cocky now with a provocative smirk displayed on his lips as he looked down at her.

"no. really no. but you have a massive pimple on your chin. right there." y/n replied, pointing with her finger, getting petty as her smirk mirrored his. kenan scoffed "yeah sure..." he muttered confidently. it was an obvious lie but he couldn't resist to check in the reflection of maria's sunglasses, who tried (but failed miserably) too stifle her laughter. "why are you even here? aren't you supposed to, i don't know, warm-up? or are you contributing from the bench again today?" y/n asked sweetly as they fell into their usual banter again. one insult more childish than the other.

"don't piss me off," he started "i might shoot the ball in your face" "only if you get to play, benchboy" she snapped back, grinning. it went on for a while, their arguing was only interrupted when maria spoke up again,

"just kiss already."

they stopped in their tracks, jaws falling agape. y/n's eyes darted between maria and kenan, sending her friend an irritated glare. "wha-" kenan started but maria continued talking "oh come on. it's not like you two don't want it."

shock. it took a moment before they snapped out of it and started to deny, deny, deny. "over my dead body." y/n exclaimed, sending kenan a judging glare. he glared back, but for a short moment she saw his eyes focus on her lips. not in a million years would she kiss him. not a dickhead like him. sure he was attractive, tall, trained, funny when he wanted to be but no, no she would never kiss him. she swore herself to never start something with a player, especially not him. anyone but him.

kenan furrowed his brows in response, his head in a tilt as he looked down at her "sounds promising." they exchanged look, his jaw tensed. y/n scoffed. "why don't you guys agree to a bet." maria drew their attention to her again. "and what kind of bet would that be?" she countered annoyed, irritation growing by the second. "let's say... if i score today, you have to kiss me." kenan chimed in, his voice low as he leant down slightly. he was teasing her, but there was a hint of sincerity in his eyes. the girl stood there for a moment, contemplating, holding eye contact. the tension was palpable. a smirk then tugged at the corners of her lips as an idea blossoming in her head, "the bet is accepted. if you score, i'll kiss you." she started while raising her hand for him to shake and he gladly took it, his hand grasping hers softly. a mild smile painted his face. "but if you don't," y/n continued, still smirking "i'll wax off your eyebrows.".

kenan's expression twisted into a shocked one that she couldn't help but giggle at, giving his hand a firm squeeze, but before he could answer his coach called him back on the field. they shared one more glance before he withdrew his hand, turning around.

y/n let out a sigh as she watched him get back to the warm up, her emotions whirling inside her.

the bet was petty, childish, but she couldn't hide the fact that she was somewhat excited.

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the game flourished in tension. students cheered for their teams, wrapping the crowd in an electric feeling. she stood there, in the stands, her fingers nervously tapping her thigh, focused only on him. she didn't know how to feel about their bet. but the longer she watched him play, his hair tussled, his muscles tensing, the way he'd look over at her from time to time. she found herself hoping he'd score.

kenan did the same, his legs moving quickly through the wall of defenders, the ball practically glued to his feet. he wanted to score, to win the game and the bet. he wanted to kiss her. desperately.

he also didn't want to lose his eyebrows.

it wasn't easy. their rivals were perfectly prepared. but all he needed was one chance, a small error in their defense. and then it happened, he was the first to notice and didn't waste a second, shooting the ball with all his power, striking it right into the top-right corner of the goal.

the crowd erupted in cheers, shouting his name when his team mates pulled him into a hug. he received praises and proud pats on his back but all he could care for was her, his eyes searching the crowd. she met his gaze with a scowl, making him laugh and mouth 'you owe me' just for her to see.

y/n rolled her eyes at his antics but help the pink hue warming her cheeks. the game wasn't over yet but kenan already knew he won the night, his gaze fixed on her. it didn't take a genius to tell that there was knot of tension in the air, just waiting to come undone.

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a whistle rang through the tense atmosphere, signaling fulltime. kenan's team mates screamed in excitement for their win while kenan already made his way to the barricade, getting his water bottle. he took a few sips as his eyes roamed the crowd.

y/n made her way towards him, dodging arms and shoulders of other students. she lost the bet and now she didn't know how to feel. when she finally reached the barricade, it felt like her heart would explode. kenan smiled, noticing her nervousness. his gaze darted to her mouth, she noticed. "congrats on your win. i guess i lost the privilege calling you benchboy..." the girl mumbled, looking down to her shoes. she could feel his gaze burning into her. looking up their eyes met.

in that moment they both knew. there wasn't just hate connecting them anymore, something new had blossomed. her gaze fell to his lips. her heart muted the hate screaming inside her.

"kiss me."

that's all it took for the tension to unravel, her words breaking the silence and before her mind could process it, kenan had smashed his lips on hers. passion engulfed them, teeth clashing as their mouths moved in sync. his hands found her waist, pulling her close to him in a swift movement. her fingers grasped his hair, softly pulling, a low groan leaving kenan's throat. in need for air they pulled apart, gasping. she was in his arms, her hands in his hair as she spoke, still a little out of breath "i still hate you". her tone unconvincing. a soft smile crept on his lips "hmm," he hummed, his lips ghosting over hers "that's what i thought." he gently grabbed her jaw, pulling her in for another kiss, a soft, sweet peck.

they were not perfect. nowhere near it. but maybe, just maybe, they could agree to ceasefire.

"at least you're not a sore loser"

"you little-"

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