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A NOT SO MEET CUTE ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅

| percy jackson x popstar au

| au masterlist ☽

summary: the first time you and percy meet isn't the best of circumstances and opinions are formed

warnings: swearing and i think thats just about it!

a/n: *in announcer voice* hello and welcome to my first au series, percy and the popstar - help the first time i thought of that my mind went to 'the princess and the popstar' 😭 - im using gracie, masie peters and taylor swift lyrics and faceclaims because im unoriginal as shit :) so if i've used a ts lyric and she's also liked a post lets just collectively ignore that okay!! anyway its unedited but i hope you enjoy! <3 lemme know what you think!!

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percy jackson is famous.

ok thats putting it lightly, percy jackson is extremely famous. in fact he is one of the youngest million-almost-billion-aires in the world. the twenty-two year old has an incredible influence on the world. how he got famous? no one really knows.

maybe its the fact that society drops at the feet of any good-looking rich boy. or maybe he actually did work for it like the rest of the word, we'll never know.

but.

y/n l/n is even more famous.

she's a force to be reckoned with, taking the world by storm with her music and setting the industry alight with her influence. she's got power, beauty and talent and she's not afraid to show it, the recently-turned twenty-one year old has turned the world on its head. case and point; her world tour that she's embarked on. y/n l/n switched things up and instead of starting in the u.s she's finishing here in good ol' new york!

l/n has one final show in florida and two more in boston and then we welcome her home to nyc.

why am i writing an article about y/n l/n and percy jackson i hear you ask? because the young celebrities were both spotted at a high end restaurant in florida, whether they were actually together or not remains to be discovered...

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"would you put your phone down?" lia sighs, setting down an iced coffee in front of you. "you've been staring at that article all morning- its not even a credible source. its probably just some random high schooler blogging."

"i know," you huff and glare at her when she steals your phone from you. "but seriously? percy jackson? come on! i've never even met the guy."

"ooh he is yummy," lia says looking at your phone, at the photo of percy that was pasted at the top of the article. "i mean, ew yucky, he's like the ugliest person ever, i definitely don't want to bang him."

"bang him?" you laugh. "please for the love of god, never say that again."

lia just shrugs and picks up her own coffee taking a sip. "it's trueee."

sighing you lean back into your seat and look around the extravagant living room you're both currently resting in. its a few hours before you have to start getting ready for your final show here in florida and you can feel the anticipation starting to build under your skin.

"omigoshlookatthis," lia shrieks shoving your phone into your face.

"are you seriously stalking his instagram right now?" you raise your eyebrows at her.

"what? as i said he. is. hot."

your eyes flick quickly over his instagram not really seeing the appeal - sure he's good looking in a noticeable, obvious kinda way - but all he seems to post is pictures of him and how rich he is. ugh. be more creative - his insta is like every other boys. shirtless pics and vacations.

then your eyes settle on one thing in particular. "wait! you followed him?"

"shit," lia's eyes widen. "fuck this isn't going to help is it?"

"do something!" you shriek leaping off the couch. "do something! unfollow him! do something!"

"shit shit shit shit," lia cries as you both fly around the room in hysteria - you're both acting like teenage girls honestly - but at this point you don't care.

"fix it! fix it!"

"ok ok! done! i unfollowed him." lia's quiet for a moment and then she panics again. "ahhh fuck he's ONLINE!"

"noooooo! do you think he saw it?" you slap lia in the shoulder. "LIA!" hands shaking as you slump back down. "fuck. oh my god. this is going to be all over the internet."

"it'll be okay," lia comforts sitting down next to you. "it's not like you're famous or anything."

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just now

yn.user followed you

"PERCY FUCKING JACKSON WHAT DID YOU DO?"

those aren't usually percy's favorite words. so when he hears grover yelling this from the hotel bathroom - why the bathroom? don't ask.

"what? what?" percy yells back.

"PERCY MOTHER FUCKING JACKSON WHAT DID YOU DO?" okayyy thats is definitely not good if luke was yelling at him too.

"WHAT?" percy yells back.

"PERCY-"

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU SAY WHAT DID YOU DO ONE MORE TIME-"

luke and grover both stalk into the living room with chris and clarisse hot on their heels all supporting bewildered looks on their faces.

"do you know y/n l/n?" grover asks narrowing his eyes.

"the singer right?" percy asks confused still.

"check your insta right now," clarisse jumps in.

percy still confused as ever pulls out his phone eyebrows nearly springing off his face when he sees the notification on insta.

"wait what?"

"y/n l/n followed you for like two minutes and then unfollowed you again. its all over twitter, instagram, everything - especially after that dumb article went around," luke explains.

"it doesn't matter," percy sighs chucking his phone back onto the couch beside him.

"uh yes it does!" grover practically yells. "do you know where we're all going tonight? to her concert! this is going to feed every horny teenage girls dream." grover shoots percy an exasperated look. "my god, the rumours and theories that are gonna come out after this is insane."

"who cares what people think about us? it isn't true. besides y/n is probably one of those girls."

"those girls?" clarisse asks her eye brows raised.

"y'know, pretentious little daddy's girls who clearly have everything handed to them on a silver platter? those girls."

"whatever you say dumbass," chris chuckles.

"we're going to that concert tonight, percy," grover says turning on him. "shit is going to hit the fan because of it, but we're going. because i paid a fortune for those tickets and clarisse and i really wanna see y/n."

"whatever you say buddy, whatever you say."

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yn.user

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yn.user florida!!! is one hell of a drug! thank you so much for the love and support you've shown me these past few night florida!!! you've been an amazing audience and i can't wait to come back here 🤍🩵

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user1 omg omg best night of my lifeee

user2 is that a possible song lyric i see there???

user3 omfg it could be. the three !!! at the end of both floridas??

user4 everybody wake up y/n has posted!

user7 did anyone else see her follow percy jackson and then unfollow him??? no just me?

user6 holy shit yess i saw that

user5 i smell a new ship brewing

user8 WAIT didn't he go to last night's show??

user10 why isn't he waiting for the new york concerts? he lives there right? why go allll the way to florida?

user9 mother is mothering

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"i told you this would happen!" you huff to lia when she walks into your bedroom a few mornings later. "my entire comment section has been filled with people questioning about percy! i've never even met the guy!"

lia who had been assigned the role - self-assigned - the role to get you out of bed just rolls her eyes and drags the covers off you. "i know as you keep saying. but there is nothing we can do about it- short from announcing that it was a mistake. no one will even believe that anyway, so just let it go."

reluctantly you leave the comfort of your bed and slip into the clothes lia had picked out, trailing after her like a lost puppy. this usually happens between concerts, you return home and rest in your bed (with lia more often than not) not leaving it unless you need to, then lia comes parading in and announces that you're going out and since you have little fight left in you - you always agree.

ignoring the countless paparazzi as you make your way into the cafe you listen to lia as she blabs on about how she's never going to forgive you for not telling her you were adding a new song to your setlist without telling her.

you're so wrapped up in your own head you don't even see the person in front of you until you're slamming into them. and they've spilt coffee down your front.

"ah shit."

"fuck sorry."

you look up and its none other than the percy jackson. well hey! you've officially met him now!

"you good?" percy asks glasses and a cap cover his face but you still recognise him - what? lia's obsessed. and you were subjected to listen about her love for him - and the tone of his voice already pissed off and bored. it's like he was concerned until the second he recognised you. rude.

he doesn't even spare you a second glance before he's flipping you off.

"excuse me?" you say pulling his hand down. "did you just flip me off?"

percy's face pulls into a smirk and you just look up at him in disgust, brush past him and say "whatever asshole." at the same time he says. "later bitch."

fucker you're both thinking.

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right that was so weird 😬😬

The commentator going "And it was a clear overtake this time." about Max's start is sickening. Dude, at least pretend you're somewhat professional.

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Heyyy love❤️

Could u maybe write where Kenan is dating reader and they have an argument in his car cuz he used to see her friend before they two met but it wasn’t serious they only went out on 2-3 dates, so yn feel guilty for seeing him, but kenan reassures her she shouldnt feel that, and… mby some smut if ur comfy writing that!

THE OTHER WOMAN • KENAN YILDIZ

( pairing ) kenan yıldız x reader

warning - angst (obviously!) also i’m sorry but i don’t feel comfortable writing smut i still hope u enjoy this tho!!

Falling in love with Kenan had been the last thing you’d expected from yourself, hell, you’d never have even thought there would be an opportunity where you would see him as anything more than the guy your friend had been seeing.

Unfortunately for you, Kenan made it easy for you, with his little gestures that would leave any girl fawning, it was inevitable that your feelings developed into something more potent.

When you had first met him, it was at lunch with your entire group of friends, and in that moment, Kenan had only been a rather handsome stranger, albeit your friend hadn’t yet sought out his affection.

And then the next time you saw him, your friend had announced that she’d reached out to him, and he had agreed, and soon one date had turned to three, and though they weren’t dating, they were something. Thus the little fire that had been ignited in your heart was brutally stomped upon and extinguished.

That was till Kenan had approached you at a bonfire with all your friends lost, and your group was a rather large bunch, so you hadn’t found his presence odd, rather it was the skip of your heartbeat that had you feeling alienated.

It had only been one conversation then, you’d thought to yourself that night, trying to console yourself that you hadn’t done anything wrong.

But then Kenan began to reach out more often, he initiated conversations from the blue, and you couldn’t help yourself, enjoying how freely you could express yourself to him in a way that you hadn’t ever been able to with anyone else.

You met him at cafes, he drove you around town, and at night you wandered off with him on idle walks that felt like a walk through the gardens of eden, simply due to his presence.

You enjoyed how he lingered on to every word you said, listening to the things you had to say with utmost importance, as if he wasn’t a world star footballer with far more important things to do. As if there was nowhere in the world he’d rather be, than by your side, listening to you chatter on about the most mundane things ever.

He remembered things about you that you yourself hadn’t noticed, like the fact that you tapped the little teaspoon on the cup of your coffee before you took a sip, or the way you would fiddle with the little charm on your bracelet whenever you were anxious.

He noticed you, and he saw you for you.

In return, you began to look past Kenan the footballer. Kenan who always texted his mother after he ate, reassuring her that he was alright despite being miles apart, Kenan who enjoyed rap music whenever he drove you around, Kenan who preferred his coffee loaded with sugar and Kenan, who struggled a little with expressing himself.

Perhaps this act of noticing had been the inaction on your friend’s part that had lead to Kenan, too, to develop feelings for you, that in your opinion, were not acceptable.

Perhaps this had been the cause of what lead to your predicament right now.

Seated in the passenger seat of his car, the usual loud music that he played muffled by the sound of both your voices.

“This is wrong, Kenan.” You shouted for the nth time, tears of frustration at the corners of your eyes.

The air was tense and suffocating in a way it had never been before, not with kenan.

He clenched his jaw. “Why can’t you understand, it’s not that serious?”

“Don’t just brush this off like it’s nothing,” your voice rose in frustration, “She was my friend, and” you shook your head.

“Just, we can’t be together, it feels wrong.”

Kenan makes an aggressive cut on the road, swerving the car around, and you notice the way his expression hardens further, “Stop overthinking this! We went out a few times, so what? Big deal” His voice rises to match yours, “I don’t understand why you’re make this bigger than it needs to be.”

“Of course you don’t.” You snap at him.

“You won’t have to face her, show your face around knowing that you betrayed her? She’s my friend, she won’t like it that we started going out when you’re technically her ex!”

He keeps one hand on the steering wheel as he runs the other one through his hair, gripping a little at the edges of the strands a little in an obvious display of frustration.

“How is this betrayal? It’s not like we were in love, we weren’t even that close, you’re making it seem like so much more serious.”

“Kenan you don’t-“

He cuts you off before you can utter out what you want to say, “Stop making this such a big deal, you’re blowing things way out of proportion!”

You feel a sting at his words. “It is a big deal to me! You may not think it was serious, but have you considered that she might have? How will i face her knowing how bad i’ve hurt her.”

Kenan pauses, hearing the despair in your voice, Concern arises in his gaze as he looks at you for a moment, taking his eyes off the road.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” his voice is softer now, “but you need to understand. What your friend and i had? it was nothing. It was short and casual, it meant nothing.”

"But it meant something to me," you insist, the anger in your voice giving way to a deeper vulnerability. "I care about her, and I care about our friendship. I just don’t want to feel like I’m doing something wrong."

The car rolls to a stop, evident that you’ve arrived to your destination and then Kenan removes his hand from the wheel, turning to you and grabbing your own.

“Hey, hey, i get it. You’re worried about her, how she might feel about this, but i promise to you, there’s no bad blood between us, she’s moved on, and she’ll be happy for you, not betrayed by you. You don’t have to feel guilty for your feelings.”

You blink away the tears in yours eyes, swallowing dryly.

“You really think so?” Your voice is barely a whisper.

“I know so.” He smiles and then he frowns.

“Did she not tell you that I’d asked her for your number, and she’d been happy about it?”

Your mouth drops open at his words, “What? and all this time?”

Kenan chuckles at you, “I wouldn’t want you to have to choose between me or your friend, I’m sorry i didn’t understand sooner”

You feel as if a mountain has been unloaded off your back, relief enveloping you.

The air around you that had previously been tense turns into something gentler.

Kenan pulls you close, nuzzling his nose against your hair as he wraps his arms around you.

“I just didn’t want to lose either of you.”

“You won’t,” He brushes a strand of hair from your face, “If you want, we can talk to her again,” He smiles at you, tapping your head, he adds, “my worrywart.”

You grimace at the term, but then smile, pressing a small kiss to his nose.

“Thank you.”

fin.

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THE ALCHEMY • KENAN YILDIZ

( pairing ) kenan yildiz x reader

based off a request on taylor swift’s “the alchemy”

warnings - a little angst, toxic relationship (?)

When Kenan and you had first started dating, just a few months before he made his official debut for Juventus under Series A, your relationship had been nothing short of perfect.

Despite the hectic schedule that kept Kenan occupied more often than not, and your own commitments, he was devoted to showering you with his love and affection.

After every training session, he’d find the time to pick you up in his Jeep, ensuring that both of you spent at least an hour together at the very least. On the days when he couldn’t , he went out of his way to make sure that he facetimed you.

More than that, your phone never lacked a notification from ‘Kenan 🌟’ and almost weekly, a bouquet of the gladiolus flower and foxgloves, would find its way to your doorstep, a single note attached, labelled ‘love kenan ’

His love for you had been overwhelming, all consuming. It enveloped you like a blanket, caging you in with sweet little whispers and alike.

When Kenan made his big debut, things changed. He took you to dates to High end restaurants, candle lit with a black tie dress code, and although you enjoyed your carefree nights munching through drive through fast food, you couldn’t deny the appeal of luxury that Kenan showered you in.

Instead of the sweet smelling bouquets, a chanel bag or a bracelet from cartier, wrapped in expensive leather made its way to you, and a little note signed with his name.

Yet the time you spent together dwindled, his training sessions dragged on and took longer, drained him to deep exhaustion and your facetime calls shortened in numbers and time, but you accepted it. Understanding that this life didn’t come without repercussions.

You were more than happy to support him, wearing his jersey number with immense pride, you tried your hardest to show up at every match he played, screaming your throat raw from the grandstands.

The moment when Juventus had won the Italian cup would be engraved in your memory forever, burned in your mind.

The euphoria on Kenan’s face was ardent, and you couldn’t help but beam at him, he had raced across towards you, cradling you in his arms as if you were the trophy instead, and had kissed you so fervently.

Your heart wanted to burst apart at the seams, the emotions drowning you wholly, that you felt your body would shut down from the enormity of it.

And then, everything fell apart.

You couldn’t understand how it had happened or who was to blame, but there was something that had started to poison the sweetness that laced your relationship with Kenan.

The dates you went on with him became shorter with fans invading the personal moments between Kenan and you, invading the time that you’d needed to unwind. You couldn’t blame them, it was heartwarming to see Kenan as someone people admired and looked up to, it felt nice for others to recognize the potential he had the same way you had done, but on the occasion, you needed it to be just you and him.

Sometimes, Kenan showed up too late, or you had to leave too early, there was an abruptness that appeared.

Your patience began to dwindle with every date, every call answered too late, and every text message ignored due to training.

Kenan too began to grow irritable with every complaint you made, every argument you started.

You talked less, and fought more, but along with every fight, an undercurrent of tension lay there, aggressive yet alluring, and instead of ending the night with gentle kisses and whispered affirmations, you engaged in tantalizing activities fueled by heat and hostility.

It had been fun at first, but a heart wasn’t meant to to be thrown around, rather it should be cradled.

Yet you couldn’t leave, and it was clear that neither could he. You were addicted to one another, each other’s heroine, and perhaps it didn’t matter that you cried more than you laughed with him, because at the end of the day, his kisses kept you incarcerated next to him.

You were branded already, his jersey on your body indicated that to the entire world.

fin.

love to see more requests for kenan, i’m open to writing for other footballers as well!!

@extrology467 thank you for this request, i hope it meets your expectations!

also i hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!!

few things to add, based on my interpretation of the song, she starts with depictions of infatuation, and then cracks begin to appear, but there’s an addiction here that keeps her caged!

i tried to use the flowers to depict the theme of infatuation and illusion, and a lot of the words would typically be used more in a negative light , idk if it came across but i hope so!

Heellooo

I request where kenan and yn is dating and have for 2-3 months but keeping it secretly, cuz of his career, and kenan and his friend cubanito doing a livestream, and kenan gets spammed if he’s seeing someone, but he tries to keep it private and try to dodge the questions, cuz its rumored he’s dating someone that is not YN that the people suspect, but he is seeing YN, and his friend try to confirm he’s not seeing that girl, but kinda seeing someone else? which is YN

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THEY DONT KNOW ABOUT US • KENAN YILDIZ

( pairing ) kenan yıldız x reader

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

ps i used karlotta as the rumoured girl

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

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user86 - who uses the word beau 💀

karlottafann - they’d look so cute together 🥹

user86 - those posts are from ages ago tho?

user09 - another one bites the dust

user97 - footballers and models what’s new 🥱

user98 - someone confirm this asap

user02 - he def slid into her dms

user037 - dating for sure

The apartment feels quiet without him, the kind of quiet that settles deep, filling every corner with the absence of his laughter, his low voice, the warmth of his presence. You’re curled up on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through the endless stream of notifications that come with dating someone like Kenan. It’s been three months now—long enough that you know the feel of his hand on the small of your back, the way his thumb traces idle patterns against your skin when you’re watching movies, the little half-smile he gives when he thinks you’re not looking. But still early enough that everything feels new, each touch a rush, each shared glance a secret you’re both savouring.

It’s also long enough that the rumours have started, circling like vultures around your little bubble of privacy. You both agreed from the start to keep things quiet, at least for now. His career is always in the spotlight, scrutinised by fans, tabloids, and everyone with an opinion. And then there’s you—part of his world but never quite fitting into the neat little narratives they want to create. So you’ve kept it hidden, the two of you slipping through back doors, stolen moments in between his rehearsals and public appearances, and late-night drives through empty streets where the rest of the world doesn’t matter.

Tonight, he’s across town, sitting in Cubanito’s sleek, minimalist living room, the kind of place that’s made for being on camera. You know this because you’ve been there—laughing, sprawled out on the couch with Kenan’s arm around your shoulders, out of view of the lens. It’s where they do their live-streams, just the two of them bantering about everything and nothing, their easy chemistry drawing thousands of viewers every time they go live. You usually like to watch, listening to the sound of Kenan’s voice through your phone, letting it fill the space when he’s not with you.

You open the app and the live stream is already buzzing with activity, the chat scrolling faster than you can read. Kenan is sitting on the left, relaxed in his usual way, hoodie pulled up just enough to shadow his eyes but not hide that familiar, lopsided grin. Cubanito is beside him, gesturing wildly as he talks, always the louder, more animated of the two, but Kenan’s calm presence keeps everything grounded.

You watch them for a while, smiling at the banter, the way Kenan leans back, completely at ease, laughing at something Cubanito says. But then the comments start shifting, and you notice the questions piling up, flashing bright and insistent:

*Who’s Kenan dating? Is it true about him and that model?*

*Kenan, are you seeing someone? Don’t dodge the question!*

*Kenan, blink twice if you’re with her!*

You feel your heart clench, fingers tightening around your phone. The rumours have been everywhere—screenshots of kenan in her likes, whispers and speculation that he’s dating her, even though you know better. But Kenan’s been careful, dodging the questions whenever they come up, brushing them off with a laugh or a change of subject. Tonight, though, it seems like they won’t let it go.

Cubanito squints at the screen, reading the chat aloud in his usual dramatic fashion, but this time there’s an edge to his voice, a hint of mischief that tells you he’s about to stir the pot. “Yo, Kenan, they’re really going off tonight. Everyone wants to know who you’re seeing, man. Spill the tea!”

Kenan chuckles, but you can tell from the way he shifts in his seat that he’s uncomfortable, his smile tightening just a little. “Nah, it’s nothing like that,” he says, trying to keep his tone light. “People just love to talk, you know how it is.”

Cubanito isn’t having it, though. He leans closer, elbows on his knees, eyes bright with the thrill of teasing his friend. “Come on, Kenan. Everyone thinks it’s that girl—what’s her name? The model? But I don’t know, man. Doesn’t seem like your type.”

Kenan’s smile falters just a fraction, a tiny crack in his usual composure. You know he’s trying to figure out how to handle this, how to keep your secret safe without feeding the rumours. He glances at the chat, then back at Cubanito, his expression caught between exasperation and amusement. “Nah, it’s not like that,” he says again, firmer this time. “I’m not seeing her.”

Cubanito leans back, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. “Okay, okay, you’re not seeing her. But you’re definitely seeing *someone*, huh? Come on, man. We’re all friends here.” There’s a playful edge to his voice, but also a knowing look—a hint that maybe he’s aware of more than he’s letting on.

Kenan shoots him a warning glance, but it’s softened by the faint smile tugging at his lips, the kind that always makes your heart skip a beat. He runs a hand through his hair, and for a moment, he looks right at the camera, right at you, like he’s letting you in on the joke. “Let’s just say… I’m happy,” he finally says, his voice low, almost lost beneath the noise of the livestream. “And that’s all that matters, right?”

The chat explodes, filled with questions and speculation, but Kenan doesn’t pay it any mind. He turns back to Cubanito, deflecting with a joke, steering the conversation back to safer ground, but there’s something in the way his gaze lingers on the screen—a quick, barely-there look that makes your chest tighten. It’s a look meant for you, and you alone, a silent reassurance that no matter what the world thinks, he’s yours.

You feel a rush of warmth, a quiet, private kind of joy that’s just for the two of you. It’s not easy, keeping things quiet, pretending in public that you’re not together when every time you’re alone, he’s the one who makes you feel seen in a way no one else ever has. But moments like this, where he slips you into his world without anyone else noticing, make it all worth it. The stolen kisses, the late-night texts, the whispered promises when no one else is around—it’s messy, and it’s complicated, but it’s yours, and it’s enough.

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kenanyildiz_official - mein einziger 🤍

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cubanito_official - nice 🔥

tarik.muharemovic - little lady is cool 😎

↪️ kenanfan - his friends have met her 🥹

user13 - bro really soft launched blondie to say that model ain’t his girl

user97 - he unfollowed the model 💀💀

user02 - ok but i need to know who she is and ask ab her hair care routine

user09 - couple of the year

fin.

my family is finally back together

i could also stay home?

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