#futball

Pairing: Kenan Yildiz x F!Reader

Summary: Rumors about him and another girl are circling around so when they see your profile and see how he's following you and liking all your post it leaves them wondering.

Includes: really just fluff. Images that are not mine!

Authors note: Please enjoy!

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Soccernews: Rumors have it that Natalia Shandle and Kenan Yildiz have been seeing each other for quite some time now. They have been seen reportedly out at restaurants together having one on one dates. What do you think?

kenanswife: Um I don't think so

Fan1: waittttt. lwk.

kenanswife: Heck no

NataliaShandle: 🫣🤫

Username: ???

@ Imy/n

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Imy/n: Beach Day!

username: Ummm Kenan liked??

username: Yall don't come to conclusions

username: OMG SHE'S SO PRETTYYYY!

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@ KenanYildiz

Liked by Imy/n, fan1, NataliaShandle, and more

KenanYildiz: Such an awesome game, can't wait to play again 🙌💪

username: Yall I might be going crazy but...

username: Nah I see it too..

Imy/n: congrates!!!

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username: Yall... username: ...

NataliaShandle: Congratulations!!❤️

username: Stoppp he didn't even like her comment username:I think this proves more than enough....

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@ Imy/n

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Imy/n: Flower picking plus kitty catt!!

KenanYldiz: That's a cute cat

username: Just announce it at this point ong

username: FRRR

Rhode: The prettiestttt!

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@ KenanYildiz

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KenanYildiz: Pics taken by @ Imy/n of our weekend.❤️

username: I KNEW IT

username: yall lets calm down...

username:Im not freaking out you are

Imy/n: I love you ❤️

KenanYildiz: I love you more ❤️

The last dance

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featuring: memo ochoa x fem reader (y/n)

wc: 7,512

tags: heavy angst, established relationship, f!reader x memo, sports, comforting

July 5, 2026 Mexico vs England

round of 16 in the world cup

after england had their 2 back to back goals

the stadium had little to no time to recover from the first one.

y/n believed in Mexico even harder.

there was still those last eleven minutes added

eleven minutes.

-

y/n clapped until her hands were red

she cheered on for her husband until her voice was practically gone

the stadium shouted: “ ¡Vamos, México!”

and the cheers went on.

again.

and again..

y/n didn’t stop cheering along

because she knew if those players could keep running

she could keep cheering

she could keep believing.

memo sat on the sidelines

cheering on his team

hoping

and

believing in them.

-

the whistle blew.

it echoed.

loud.

the final score.

a final whistle had never sounded this loud in memos life.

memo took this moment in.

his teammates put their all into this game

memo started crying.

his teammates covering their faces in defeat

the whole team shed tears

memos teammates noticed him

his last time being on a soccer field.

his last World Cup.

they all hugged him.

-

the stadium erupted.

England fans bursting with high energy

that final whistle silenced a dream that every player on Mexico’s national team had

winning the World Cup.

Mexico - 2

England - 3

y/n didn’t move a single bit from her seat

y/n simply stared at the field.

she stared at the men in green.

most importantly..

she stared at her husband.

Memo.

y/n’s mind immediately thought of the match on June 24, 2026

when memo was subbed in.

leading the team to their victory, 3-0 against Czech Republic

-

she didn’t move.

some fans covered their faces

a few just stared

some crying.

i don’t blame them..

while memo sat on the sidelines

still watching.

y/n felt something tighten in her throat after seeing memo like that

that feeling when you want to burst into tears..

no.

y/n couldn’t do that, not now

y/n wiped her tears, staying supportive for her husband.

This wasn’t just a heartbreak..

this was a goodbye.

Television cameras were all facing towards the Mexico players

you could see the looks on the players faces

devastated.

crying.

feeling defeated.

-

the cameras lingering around the field

still focusing on mexico’s team.

then..

the camera found him, the retiring legend

memo.

on the big screens in the field

you can see him crying and hugging his teammates.

a few minutes later

the stadium almost empty

memo took it all in.

standing in the middle of the field by himself

admiring his last time being on a field

specifically, memo stared at his hands.

the hands that spent decades blocking impossible shots.

he shed a few tears again.

waving goodbye to the people still in the crowd

-

y/n watched carefully

her heart feeling shattered all over again.

not because memo was crying

but because this was the end of his career

his last game

his last World Cup.

-

memos teammates went over to him again

all taking turns hugging him all over again.

a circle of green jerseys surrounding the legend, the man who spent years blocking impossible shots.

-

Memos heart ached.

he needed y/n

his only comfort after a game

everything memo had poured into playing soccer

was pouring right back into him.

-

y/n shed a couple tears again

she quickly wiped them

“no.. not yet” she said

memo needed her.

not the version of her that was crying and falling apart

but the version of her that could put him back together

and make him feel better.

the stadium slowly emptied

some Mexico fans didn’t leave

because they weren’t ready to say goodbye.

the stadium was quiet now

the Mexico team ready to leave

y/n made her way down to the corridor beneath the stadium

she knew this moment by heart..

after every match

win or lose

she’d wait.

memo would come out

sometimes celebrating a victory

sometimes laughing over a save memo did

tonight..

it was different.

the walk down the hallway felt insanely long

longer than usual..

fifa staff passed by her with solemn smiles

some recognized her right away.

y/n exhaled slowly and patiently.

she waited outside of the locker room

behind those doors she could hear muffled voices talking

occasionally hearing sniffles

the sound of lockers opening and closing

she stared at the floor.

thinking

wondering

how could you comfort someone who’s saying goodbye to the only life they have ever known?

she couldn’t think of an answer

she kept waiting.

just like she always had

one by one, players started exiting the locker room

eyes red

vibes down

hair damp

she hugged most players

smiled at them

being as supportive as she can during this hard time

finally…

one player remained inside

y/n’s heart was rapidly pounding

the door creaked open

memo stepped out of the locker room..

his Mexico tracksuit zipped up halfway

his duffel bag lazily hanging off one shoulder

his curls still wet from sweat

his eyes met hers

for a split moment..

none of them moved

she stared for a second

then she pulled him into a hug

memo let out a huge breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.

his duffel bag landing softly on the floor

his arms wrapped around her tight

strong.

desperate.

memo buried his face into her shoulder

for a couple seconds nothing happened

then all of a sudden

she felt it.

he trembled

a quiet sob escaped his mouth

he didn’t even try to hide it anymore.

y/n pressed her lips together trying to stay strong for him

she closed her eyes

one hand gently moving through his damp curls

“estoy aquí..”

“Im here..”

y/n said

those two simple words were enough

“mi equipo y yo, nos esforzamos muchísimo..”

“my team and i, we tried so hard..”

memo said.

“yo se.. yo se”

“i know.. i know”

y/n said.

she pulled back from the hug just enough to see him

his cheeks stained with tears

y/n reached up and wiped them away with her thumb

“tu equipo, hizo todo lo posible.”

“your team, they did their best.”

y/n said

memo swallowed hard.

“yo se, simplemente es difícil..”

“i know, it’s just hard..”

y/n took his hands into hers

the feeling of those familiar hands that had worn goalkeeper gloves for most of his life

the hands she’s holding had

victories.

these are the same hands she held even after defeats.

these are the hands y/n had promised to hold for the rest of her life.

“esta noche..”

“tonight..”

“tan solo piensa en lo lejos que han llegado tú y tu equipo.”

“just think about how far you and your team have come.”

she said with a faint smile.

a tear had escaped y/n’s eye before she could even stop it.

memo immediately noticed the tear

he brushed it away with his thumb.

“Lo siento..”

“Im sorry..”

y/n immediately shook her head

“No.”

a shaky laugh had escaped her

“me prometí que no iba a llorar delante de ti.”

“I promised myself I wasn’t going to cry infront of you.”

that put the smallest smile on memos face

but it was a real one.

tiny

but fragile.

it left as quickly as it appeared.

but y/n noticed it.

and after tonight

that was more than enough for y/n.

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moonwalkr5

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MY FIRST FAN FICCC 🥹

sorry that it’s very long and sad 💔

I'll expand - the swiss player fall when the Argentinian player (Parades) was behind him. The referee whistle, and that is when this whole event was supposed to end.

But instead, the swiss players and their staff on the banch, starred to complain why the referee isn't booking the Argentinian player, that he is impartial in their favourite. So the referee give Paredes the yellow card.

But Parades didn't touch him. So he is shocked and confused goes to the referee and tell him that the swiss player was throwing himself, trying to squeeze an offence.

And this is where the irony kicks in: "faking" or squeezing an offence isn't something that you give a card for. Futbol is a contact sport, and not every push, pull, hug or tackle are a foul. So the swiss player was suppose to be fine.

But because the referee already took out the yellow card to Paredes, the VAR judges hed to straighten the record on this faul and show the referee that there was no doubt, that there was NO TOUCH.

So the swiss player got the yellow card for mistaken identity, that because he already made a foul in the first half, became a red card.

If the swiss team didn't complain and bitch about Argentina, if they just stayed focused on their own moves, and didn't "demand justice" and punishment against Argentina. Then they wouldn't have lost a player!!!!!

This is a textbook case of Bad Karma. Sore losers, don't get to play. There is no place for bitterness in sport. If you can't handle it, just go back to watching politicians fight it out and then blog about it on the internet, where no one is ever wiser.