#arda güler x you

[n0vazsq]

Heart-shaped locket | Arda Guler x Reader

pairing . . . arda guler x gf!reader

summary . . . While on a date with you boyfriend, he surprises you with a heart-shaped locket

request . . . yes!!

word count . . . 1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . this is so cute kms anyway hope you enjoy!! slowly getting through my reqs (mostly smaus) but ill be writing some as oneshots so yeah!!!

. . . The warm sunlight streaming through the windows of the small cafe cast a golden glow over everything inside. You sat at the corner table, the one that had become your spot over the past few months.

A half empty mug of hot chocolate sat in front of you, its surface now cool, the whipped cream long melted. You hadn’t touched it in a while, too occupied with the open notebook in front of you. Your pen tapped quickly against the table as you stared out the window, waiting.

And then he walked in.

Arda looked as radiant as ever. His warm smile appeared the second his eyes found yours, and his presence lit up the room in a way that made your heart skip a beat, no matter how many times you saw him.

He was dressed casually; a black hoodie with the sleeves slightly pushed up, grey sweatpants, and white sneakers. His hair was a little messy, but it was perfect in that effortlessly charming way that only Arda could pull off.

"Hey, sorry I’m late,: he said as he slid into the seat across from you. His voice was soft and apologetic, the kind that made it impossible to be annoyed with him.

"You’re not that late," you teased, closing your notebook and pushing it aside. "I kept myself entertained."

Arda’s eyes flickered to the notebook, and he tilted his head slightly. "More sketches?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

You nodded, flipping it open to show him the sketches you’d been working on. Some were just random shapes and designs, while others were quick portraits, one of him, of course. He reached out, his fingers brushing yours as he turned the pages. His touch was so familiar, so gentle, that it sent a small, comforting bolt through you.

"This one," he said, pointing to a sketch of him mid game, his focused expression and messy hair captured perfectly. "You’ve been spying on me."

You laughed. "Maybe. Or maybe you’re just always on my mind."

Arda laughed softly, leaning back in his seat, his gaze never leaving yours. "Smooth," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "But I’ll take it."

The waiter appeared, breaking the moment just long enough for Arda to order a coffee and for you to awkwardly wave off any attempts at refilling your hot chocolate. Once the waiter left, Arda reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, neatly wrapped box. He placed it on the table in front of you, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"What’s this?" you asked, eyeing the box curiously.

"Just open it," he said, looking unusually nervous.

You carefully peeled back the wrapping paper and opened the box to reveal a delicate heart-shaped locket. The gold shimmered in the sunlight, and your breath caught as you gently picked it up.

Opening the locket, you found a tiny photo of you and Arda inside, one he’d taken months ago when you were laughing at something he’d said. On the opposite side was a small engraving, Forever and Always.

"Arda," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "This is beautiful."

"I wanted you to have something to remind you of me," he said softly, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his hoodie. "Not that I think you’d forget me, but… you know. For when I’m busy with training and stuff."

You reached across the table, your hand covering his. "I could never forget you," you said, your eyes meeting his. "But this… this is perfect. Thank you."

He helped you fasten the locket around your neck, his fingers brushing against your skin and sending a shiver down your spine. Once it was in place, you touched it lightly, feeling the warmth of his gesture settle in your heart.

For the next hour, you and Arda talked about almost everything. From his training sessions to little updates on your week.

When you two finally finished talking and the check has been paid, Arda stood up and held out his hand. "Come on. Let’s go for a walk."

The two of you strolled through the nearby park, hand in hand, the winter chill biting at your cheeks. Arda’s thumb rubbed circles against your knuckles, and every so often, he’d pull you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to shield you from the wind.

"You know," he said after a while, "I think my favorite thing about being with you is how easy everything feels. Like, I don’t have to pretend to be anything I’m not."

You looked up at him, your heart swelling. "That’s because I love you for who you are, Arda. The real you. The one who’s sometimes too hard on himself but still makes everyone around him feel like they matter."

He stopped walking and turned to face you, his expression soft and open. "You do that for me too, you know? Make me feel like I matter."

"You do matter," you said, reaching up to cup his cheek. "More than you’ll ever know."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly before he opened them again and smiled. "You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I hope you know that."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, not because you were sad, but because his words were so raw and heartfelt. "I’m pretty sure you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too," you whispered.

Arda leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. "Good. Then I guess we’re stuck with each other."

"Forever," you murmured, your lips brushing against his.

The kiss that followed was soft and lingering, filled with the kind of love that felt like you thought only existed in dreams. It was love in its simplest form; quiet, constant, and unshakable.

As the two of you continued your walk, the world around you seemed to fade away. And in those little moments, you knew you’d found something truly special.

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[pedriache]

YES GAWDDDDDDDDDD

hi beautiful!! I love your writing!! Could you do a arda x reader where Jude’s little sister js got her heart broken and she becomes friends with arda and they end up falling for each other?

See You Again — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Bellingham!Reader

Summary: From the first one-on-one moment with your brother’s teammate, Arda, everything felt so natural the next time. So, with that being said, you don’t hesitate to say yes the moment you’re given the opportunity.

Word Count: 960+

Disclaimer/s — Boooooo (ex)boyfriend (villain), stupidly long…

A/N: Girl fuck, I always say this, but the STRUGGLE I went through trying to decide how I’d go about this was so bad and I don’t even know if I like this! Hoping for the best idk. + HIS GOAL ARE WE KIDDING… beautiful… beautiful… you go 🕯️

Your night had already been going, well, horribly.

Your boyfriend had been late, as always, to a small get-together with not only your family, but with your brothers’ friends and teammates as well. It was nothing special, but it meant a lot to you that he’d just be there, you know, on time.

The moment you heard your phone ring and saw his name on your screen, a frown graced your lips. The man was finally here, so you rushed outside.

Yet to your surprise, he was just standing there in none other than a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, like he didn’t even try. You walk up to him and say, “Hey, I’m so sorry—you do know there are other people here, right? Aside from my parents and my brothers? Like, their teammates and everyone?”

“Uh-huh. Yeah… listen. I can’t stay long,” not that he wanted to, but the man continued. “This isn’t really working, and I figured I’d tell you in person rather than over the phone. I owe you that much.”

You stiffen, eyebrows furrowing. “I’m confused.”

Uttering your name once, he lets out a long sigh as if what you mumbled was completely foolish. “I’m breaking up with you. I don’t want to do—”

“No, I got that,” you snapped. “I’m confused as to why you thought telling me now, when we’re both expected inside, the fact that you even agreed to this just yesterday, and you thought it best to still show up and waste my time? Are you serious?”

Tears were already welling up in your eyes, though you wouldn’t show it. You wouldn’t let him see that. Instead, you sucked in a breath and nodded. All he did was shrug. “I wanted to tell you here.”

You’ve had enough of this conversation—of him in general. So you whip around and storm back into your house, slamming your front door shut. All you wanted to do now was go to your room. The tears you fought back trailing down your face.

And with your luck, you bump into somebody, your eyes widening at the sight of one of your brother’s teammates in front of you—Arda Güler. You were familiar with him, of course, having had a couple of conversations and laughs with him.

“Hey—oh,” Arda starts with a grin until he sees your tear-stricken face, then he’s frowning. “Are you okay? Should I call Jude or your parents?”

Oh, fun. “No! Not necessary. I stubbed my toe.”

His expression contorts into one of skepticism. “Stubbed your toe? Must’ve been a rough hit.”

“Wow, thank you so much,” you quickly quipped, and his face reddened, the man’s head shaking in response. “Yeah, it was… rough. Excuse me.”

He huffs, turning with you. “It didn’t have anything to do with that guy out front, did it?”

How great! Really, this is just amazing. You feel your eye twitch as you look over at him. “That is none of your business. Shouldn’t you be with your teammates or something? Why’re you wandering aimlessly around my house and being nosy?”

“I can’t find the bathroom,” Arda answered with a slight shrug of his shoulders. “Can you help me?”

“That’s funny, the bathroom is right behind you.”

You could practically see the embarrassment in his eyes, which made you laugh. “Don’t forget it!” Having said that, you don’t bother sparing the Güler man another glance while you make your way back into your bedroom. That interaction, to put it simply, made you feel fifteen times better.

You still wouldn’t be participating in tonight’s dinner. You’d explain to everybody why tomorrow.

The next time you’re within Arda’s vicinity is when you attend one of your brother’s matches just three weeks later. You’re standing alone while he’s on his way to the locker rooms when he appears next to you, causing you to quirk a brow. “Hey.”

“Güler,” you replied quietly. “I don’t know where the bathroom is around here, please don’t ask.”

The man’s face reddens and he sighs. “I wasn’t going to ask about that—just saw that you were alone. Figured you could use some company.”

“How gentlemanly of you! How are you feeling?”

Conversation between the two of you flowed easily with him. When he responded to you, he’d ask yet another question. You were absolutely convinced you could talk to him for hours and hours on end if there weren’t any interruptions or if he didn’t say something unexpectedly weird.

Like right now! “About the other day—I’m sorry that happened to you. It was… shitty of him.”

Your eyebrows pinch together almost instantly at that. “So, you were spying. You weren’t lost.”

“No, I was lost. He was also loud. I wasn’t spying.”

“Right, right.” A pause. “It’s fine. I’m over it. Your coach is looking at you, by the way. You should probably go and, you know, shower perhaps?”

“Right,” Arda echoed, looking over his shoulder before looking back at you, offering a small smile and a hesitant wave. Then he walked away.

That doesn’t last for long when he’s making his way back to you. “Listen—if you’d like, I’d like to get to know you better. I know about you from what your brothers tell me, but I want to know you. Would that be something you’d… also like?”

Oh! See, now you didn’t know exactly what you were expecting, and it definitely wasn’t that. Yeah, you guys had talked, but never actually talked. Though, with how you felt conversing with him, plus how awkward he oh-so-clearly seemed while asking you, you couldn’t stop the one simple word from leaving your lips with ease.

Your voice is soft, albeit stern, and you nod, “Yes.”

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DT(s) — @planetpedri + @spidybaby + @lechrts + @iovepoem + @sakashq + @joaoflms ! ౨ৎ

[cherrynflowergarden]

hii! could you do hector fort bf head canons please? 😇

bf héctor headcanons || héctor fort

an; tysm for the request i hope you're happy w it:) i wrote this during my college hours hehe WE'RE LIKE 4 PPL AWAY FROM 500 OMG ILYSM the arda güler works i was writing hehe yeah i dislike them im gonna turn one into smau and let's see what i do w the other one im going to write for logan and carlos next 😠🎀

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bf!héctor who despite looking so imitating is the sweetest boyfriend ever.

bf!héctor who calls you mi vida because you are his life.

bf!héctor who smiles so wide around you.

bf!héctor who acts nonchalant but not second someone mentions you all that act is down the drain.

bf!héctor who knows the sidewalk rule. he always walks on the side near the road. subconsciously, he does this with his friends too, since he's so used to it.

bf!héctor who finally gives in to your pleas and does tiktok challenges with you.

bf!héctor who loves being your passanger princess.

bf!héctor who lets you tie a bow around his bicep.

bf!héctor who loves gossiping with you.

bf!héctor who will attack you with kisses randomly.

bf!héctor who is the ultimate scary dog privilege. one wrong look at his girl and he's scaring the daylights of the person with his glare.

bf!héctor who is a cuddler. he needs your cuddles all the time.

bf!héctor who sends random pictures with the caption "this reminded me of you:)" to you almost everytime he's out.

bf!héctor who loves going for grocery shopping with you. something about it feels so domestic.

bf!héctor who tries to make breakfast in bed for you but ultimately fails. the loud clinking of the utensils definitely woke you up.

bf!héctor who talks to his mom about you.

bf!héctor who 'hates' when his mom tells you about his embarrassing moments and shows you his baby pictures. (no he doesn't he loves that his mother loves you enough to share all these with you)

bf!héctor who lets you colour his tattoos.

bf!héctor who gets matching tattoos with you. (if you don't want tattoos then he gets one dedicated to you.)

bf!héctor who loves when you steal his clothes.

bf!héctor who gets all shy when you call him by a pet name. (he was super shy and blushy the first time you called him a pet name)

bf!héctor who wears your scrunchie as a bracelet. he does this to one, let everyone know he's happily taken and two, for the time when you need tie your hair.

bf!héctor who needs your attention 24/7.

bf!héctor who playfully bites your nose.

bf!héctor who will flex his muscles randomly to get a reaction out of you.

bf!héctor who pretends to hate it when his friends tease him with your name.

bf!héctor who loves when you give him back and head scratches. no one but you is allowed to touch his hair.

bf!héctor who carries you on his back when you're tired.

bf!héctor who gets everything in your wishlist. he loves to spoil you.

bf!héctor who appreciates thoughtful and handmade gifts. he loves when you gift him a handmade bouquet. since he doesn't have much free time, he prefers to gift you small easy crafts.

bf!héctor who parades around with your lip stain on his cheek.

bf!héctor who loves neck kisses.

[ao3lestappeninchident]

Can you do a really jealous kenan Plss

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Kenan Yildiz x reader

Kenan wouldn't say he was the jealous type. He had nothing to worry about. He knows you love him and wouldn't do anything to hurt him, it is the same for him. But seeing you talking to that man, laughing at his jokes, while he is leaving little touches, that did something to him. He knows that you are oblivious to the fact that other men flirt with you and that it isn't out of kindness most of the times.

You two were at a club after Turkey won one of their matches and they went to celebrate. Kenan of course brought you with him. That is how he found himself grabbing his glass stern in his hand while sending dagger looks over to where you were standing.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see who it was. "Are you okay?" Arda asks, a small smile on his face.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Kenan answered and took a sip of his drink.

Arda let out a laugh, "You just look like you want to kill someone with that look on your face." He was right. If looks could kill, he would already be dead.

"That dickass doesn't know how to back off," he pointed with his glass and Arda followed with his gaze. The man was still laughing and chatting with you, completely unaware of the tension he was causing.

"Maybe you should-,"

Before Arda could finish his sentence, Kenan had trown back the last of his drink and put his glass down and was walking over to you. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you close, his eyes locked onto the man's smirking face.

"Hi, baby." you say as you look up to who it was. You smile as you grab his other arm to hold.

The man stared at both of you, a scowl on his face. "Who are you? Can't you see we were talking?" His tone was dripping with annoyance

You weren't able to say anything as Kenan was fast to reply, "What rude of me to not introduce myself," he said with sarcasm as he held out one hand for him to grab. "I am Kenan Yildiz. Her boyfriend." He stared at him and gave a firm hand, which made the man wince.

Kenan puts his hand on your torso, pulling you closer to him. The man rolled his eyes,"You could have mentioned you had a boyfriend. I wouldn't have to waste my time on you." at that Kenan wanted to hit him, but you pulled him back as the man walked away.

"What was that?" you asked him as you grabbed his hand to hold.

He smiled at you, trying to reassure himself as much as himself. "Nothing," he said. "I just wanted to talk to you." You playfully rolled your eyes at him while he planted a gentle kiss on your head. Together, you walked back to the rest of the group, Kenan's hand still firmly on your torso, trying to make sure everyone knew that you were taken and off-limits.

[judeslove]

debut

pairing - arda güler x gn!reader genre - fluff warnings - intended lowercase, petnames (babe, etc) summary - this req

arda recently received a contract offer from real madrid. he was absolutely stunned when he found out about it.

“babe, come here“ he shouted from the bed room. you got up and made your way there. arda was sat on the bed, laptop in front of him, face in shock.

“what‘s wrong?“ you asked him. he pointed the screen of the laptop, signaling you to read it. when you started reading it, you realised it was a contract from real madrid.

“did you accept it?“ you questioned him smiling. “of course, do you think i‘m dumb or something“ he replied back, chuckling while pulling you to his side.

you placed a kiss on his cheek, congratulating him.

“we have to throw a party or something“ you requested, only to be met with a frowning boy. “no?“ you asked.

“no“ he confirmed. “i want to spend my party time with my baby“ he mumbled into your neck while pulling you closer.

“i fall for you harder every day“ you complained.

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[pedriache]

awkward!arda x awkward!reader and they’re just both so awkward that it makes them laugh and it’s just eeeeuuuuugggghhhhh TOOTH. ROT.

Heavy - Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

Summary: After an awkward moment at the beach during a join family vacation with yours and Arda’s, you retreat back to your bedroom in embarrassment. But when someone knocks on your door, the last thing you expected to come out of it was a kiss.

Word count: 866

Disclaimer/s: cursing, kissing, nothing but fluff!

A/N: Based on ‘Heavy’ By The Marías !

Face hot and breathing ragged, you slam the door behind you. Memories of the events that happened only ten minutes prior plaguing your mind.

“No, no, it’s okay! I’m fine!” You rambled out, body still limp in his arms. You’d stumbled over your own two feet and face planted right onto the ground.

Arda, with his quick reflexes, he was already by your side, helping you up. “Are you okay?” He’d already asked you nearly four times by now.

Your face burned red as you’d started up at him, forgetting how close you two were. Faces inches apart, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“Sweetie, are you alright?!” Your mother gasped from somewhere behind you, causing you both to scramble upwards and apart from each other.

Clicking the lock on your door, you rub a hand over your face. What the hell. Scrambling toward the bed, you face plant onto the pillow, screaming into it.

Why were you such a loser?

Three gentle knocks on the door snapped you from your self hatred. “Leave me alone!” You yell out.

The voice that calls out your name from the other side of the door, has you even further on edge. “Can you just open, uhm, open the door.. please?”

You slowly but surely tug yourself off the bed, inching your way toward the door. Biting down on your inner cheek, you let out of a huff of breath, opening the door just wide enough for your face to fit between.

Arda stands there, hands in his pockets with a tight lipped smile. He’s rocking back and forth from his heels to his toes. “The.. whole? Door?”

Oh. Right.

Opening it wider, you clear your throat. “Right, sorry.”

It’s quiet. Awkward. It’s tense..

“Uhm..” Arda starts slowly, “just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You give him your most reassuring face, although you know very well it came off as a grimace. “I’m completely fine, don’t worry! Thank’s, though!”

Another uncomfortable pause.

Then another.

“Do you want to go get ice cream?” Arda blurts out, cringing at the way he spoke.

You feel your cheeks burn brighter, “yes!” Too quick. That was too fast.

The teenager smiles, “okay! Do you want to go now, or..”

You make sure to wait a little bit before nodding, “yeah, just let me put on some shoes, uh.. You can come in..” Stepping aside, you give him the space to walk into the room.

Arda accepts, taking hesitant steps inside. He stands by the door after it’s shut, shuffling on his feet like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Quickly slipping into your shoes, you grab your purse and make your way back over to him. “Ready.” He opens the door for you, letting you walk out first. Cute.

“I saw a cool parlor down the street, figured we could go there?” He was trying to make small talk, the slight waver in his voice showing just how nervous you made him.

You smile at the bricks on the ground, “sounds good to me.” You weren’t the only one nervous here, although neither of you could set your own awkwardness aside long enough to notice the others was just as prevalent.

The rest of the walk was quiet, but surprisingly sweet. Arda would point out a few cool shops, and you’d gasp at every stray animal you saw.

Finally arriving at the ice cream parlor, you ordered your flavors. You chose strawberry, he with vanilla. In a moment of amusement, you grin. “Wow, so you really are vanilla then?”

It was a dumb joke. A lame, boring, dad joke. But he laughs. His head tipping back and his eyes crinkling at the sides. Oh, you are so screwed.

“You know, i’m not as vanilla as you’d imagine.” He retorts as you two make your way back outside to the seating area.

Eyebrow quirked in curiosity, you hum. “Oh? Is that so? What, have you..” feigning a gasp, you clutch your hand over your heart, “drank? At your big age?”

Arda grins down at you, his eyes twinkling with humor. “A sip or two.”

The longer you spent with him, the more you both grew comfortable with each other. He got your humor, laughed at your stupid jokes, he was perfect.

“Oh you got a little..” Arda trails off, using his finger to wipe away a small smudge of pink on the side of your lips.

Breath hitched in your throat, you stare at him. He’s so close, his vanilla scented breath fanning your face. Arda swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

He whispers your name, soft and sweet, just like him. “Can I—“ His eyes flicker to your lips, then back to you.

“Yes!” You squeak out, nodding your head.

Without needing to say another word, his lips are on yours. They are smooth, gentle against your own. You almost forget to breathe as your eyes flutter shut.

Only pulling away when you realize you needed air, you find that he’s smiling. You’d never seen that smile before. You know for certain then, you’ll never love someone the way you will love him.

DTS , @halfwayhearted & @zanxi

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[digitaldiarystuff]

Jealous

it’s me again yayyy thank you so much for the request hope you enjoy it i added some elements hope that’s okay💖

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request: Heyy! I think angst reader x arda guler will be good. But ended up with fluff. Since you know... He doesn't get enough time/chance to play in real madrid...

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pairing: Arda Güler x Y/N

summary: Arda knows about you having a crush on Dominik long before you even met but after the loss against Hungary he feels jealousy creeping

genre: angst to fluff

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You stood there in your seat after the game ended waiting for your boyfriend Arda to text you. Türkiye had a game against Hungary tonight and you decided to surprise and support him but things went downhill after Szoboszlai scored a penalty and the score remained like that throughout the game. You felt bad knowing Arda would be upset about the outcome and thought about ways to cheer him on once you went back to his hotel room. You were thinking about watching a movie and eating takeout when he texted you saying he’d meet you at the car park.

You thought it was strange he didn’t ask you to come down to the tunnel to meet but just figured he wanted to get out as soon as possible and replied with a simple okay making your way out. Once you reached your car he was a few rows down waiting texting on his phone.

“Hey” you timidly said not knowing how to approach the situation, he was already having a hard time at Madrid with how little he was playing and now he’d lost a game for his country and you knew he’d feel bad for it. You also weren’t dating for too long so you felt weird about the situation.

“Hi” he simply said and continued texting.

You shyly reached over to him and wrapped your arms around his torso still thinking his bad mood was all about the result and wanted nothing more than to console him but he didn’t return the hug straight away like he usually does so you pulled back with a frown.

“I know this wasn’t the outcome you hoped for but you played incredible Arda and I want you to know I’m so proud of you.” you said with a little smile but he avoided eye contact with you which made you frown deeper.

“Is something wrong?” you asked and he lifted one eyebrow like ‘are you serious’ “I mean is there something else wrong? Did I do something?”

“I don’t know. Are you more proud of him than me?”

You were completely taken aback with his question, you couldn’t even register who he was talking about.

“Who?”

“Who do you think?” he asked trying to see if your mind would go to Dominik immediately but it didn’t.

“Arda I seriously don’t know what yo… Are you talking about Dominik?” you asked finally realizing what your boyfriend was saying.

This happened a few weeks ago when one of your closest friends met Arda for the first time and being as inappropriate as she is she mentioned your years long crush on one of the Liverpool players.

“I always thought your boyfriend would have black hair, that’s your type isn’t it?” she asked while being drunk and you tried shushing her as politely as you can but she was far past the point that she could sense your uneasiness and continued.

“You know like that guy Szo- Sozobol- ugh what was it?”

“Szoboszlai?” Arda asked clearly intrigued by the conversation.

“Yesss! That’s the one she’s been obsessed with for years, she even had him on the background of her phone.” your friend continued laughing telling your boyfriend about your stupid high school fangirl crush embarrassing you utterly.

“So… Dominik Szoboszlai?” Arda asked once you were in bed that night. You covered your face with your hands when you felt your cheeks heat up with shame.

“I’m so sorry about it, she was just drunk out of her mind.” you tried excusing your friend’s behavior but couldn’t deny it was true, because it pretty much was.

“So you had him as wallpaper?”

“This is embarrassing. Please stop talking.” you begged but he continued interrogating you both to mess with you and try to understand how big was your crush but he ended up dropping the subject because it was obviously a silly celebrity crush which holds no value over your real relationship.

This was until tonight.

“So you know who I’m talking about.”

“Arda, you know that was a stupid little crush back in the day. It means nothing.” you tried reassuring him but he seemed really annoyed and this was so out of character you didn’t know how to approach it. But even though you tried your best to explain it doesn’t mean anything, he seemed convinced otherwise.

“Are you here just to see him play?” he asked and your eyes found his in shock.

“What? Do you seriously think that?” you took a step back feeling dizzy, what the hell was he accusing you of?

“No of course not…” he tried reaching for you but you held your hand up preventing him from getting closer to you. You couldn’t even understand his reaction as you were really falling in love with him and just wanted to support him. You felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

“Y/N I’m sorry, I just…”

“You really hurt me Arda, I think it’s best if we spend the night apart.” you whispered turning back and walking towards your car but heard footsteps behind you.

“Y/N please talk to me.” he pleaded but you kept on walking.

“Y/N!” he shouted and you stopped dead in your tracks.

“I don’t want to talk to you, I’m not the reason you lost and I’m certainly not going to take the blame for something I didn’t do. If you’re this pressed about something that happened long before we met it’s a you problem. I need some time to cool off and think. Please don’t follow me.” you said in one breath and hopped in your car not even knowing where to go.

You typed in hotels and found one in the area hoping that there was an empty room and luckily, there was. You pulled your suitcase out and put on your pajamas leaving them on the counter and hopped in the shower to think more clearly when you heard a knock on the door.

Panicking, you stepped out of the shower and put on your clothes trying not to freak out too much and asked who was there.

“It’s me” you heard Arda’s voice and immediately relaxed, you didn’t even have time to think how he found you and opened the door to reveal a disheveled looking Arda standing there.

“I was so worried.” he said and pulled you in a hasty embrace. You stumbled a little but he kept you balanced. As much as you were upset with him, you felt so much more relaxed when he’s with you and leaned into him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry…” he repeated and pressed feather like kisses all over your face and head while sitting you both down on the bed.

“I was so wrong, I know that and I know I don’t deserve you right now but I felt insecure and took it out on you. I thought you’d be more impressed by him and felt so little.” he explained and you finally understood his weird behavior all night, even though it wasn’t okay at all.

“Arda you need to tell me what’s bothering you if we want this to work.”

“I want this to work so much and I’ll do anything.” he cut you off and you smiled a little which made him also smile. He was looking into your eyes with so much intensity you felt vulnerable under his gaze but you also knew he was being genuine and trying his best.

“I love you.” he finally said and this was a first in your relationship so you were caught off guard and didn’t know how to react.

“It’s completely fine if you don’t feel comfortable enough to say it back, I swear it’s okay I just wanted you to know…” he started rambling and you cut him off with an emotional kiss. He stumbled back a little but quickly reciprocated and pulled you to his lap deepening the kiss.

“I love you too.” you smiled as you pulled back to breathe but your noses were still touching and he smiled too.

Maybe this wasn’t the best night in your relationship but it’s definitely the best moment

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i don’t know how i feel about it, i think it’s kinda cute but ughhh hope you like it please tell me you do lol if not i’m open to criticism as well🥹

[httpsdana]

can you do arda güler with prompt 1 and 2

where the reader is sad and just thought comforting herself with arda's shirt/sweater bc he was at training or some abd he was joking about that she shouldnt wear his clothes but she was actually so sad that she thought he's serious so she tries to take it off and he reaizes somethings not right and tries to comfort her

thank yuuu

Comforting Embrace~Arda Güler

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

1-“Is that my t-shirt?” 2-“Come here.”

The day had been one of those that left a heavy ache lingering in your chest. y/n had tried distracting herself with anything she could—reading, tidying up, even watching some mindless show on TV. But all she really wanted was for Arda to be there with her. However, he was at training, and she knew it would be hours before he returned.

In a quiet moment, missing him more than usual, y/n made her way to his side of the closet, searching for something familiar.

Her fingers grazed over one of his oversized t-shirts, a soft, faded one he often wore around the house. Without much thought, she slipped it on, sighing as his scent surrounded her. It was calming, comforting, a small reminder of him that somehow made things feel a little bit lighter.

She curled up on the couch, pulling the shirt closer around her as if his scent and the warmth of his shirt could fill the void left by his absence. Hours seemed to pass in a blur as she sat there, trying to find comfort in the feeling of his shirt against her skin.

Eventually, y/n heard the front door creak open, and soft footsteps made their way into the room. She looked up, catching sight of Arda, his hair slightly damp from a shower, a small, familiar smile playing on his lips as he walked over to her.

“Hey, love,” he greeted warmly. But as he got closer, he raised an eyebrow, a playful look in his eyes. “Is that my t-shirt?” he teased, chuckling as he watched her.

At any other time, she would’ve laughed it off, maybe even joked back. But today, the words hit differently, stirring an unexpected feeling of guilt.

Maybe he hadn’t wanted her to wear his clothes, and she'd overstepped somehow. y/n bit her lip, hesitating before reaching to take it off, feeling a weight in her chest she couldn’t quite explain. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—” she stopped, swallowing hard as she tugged at the hem.

Arda’s smile faded instantly, replaced by a look of worry as he watched her, his eyes softening as he caught the hurt in her expression. He quickly stepped closer, reaching out to place a gentle hand over hers, stopping het from taking the shirt off. “Hey, no, don’t,” he murmured, his voice low and comforting. “Come here.”

Before she could respond, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. The warmth of his embrace was immediate, grounding, and she felt his steady heartbeat under her cheek as he held her close. y/n closed her eyes, letting out a shaky breath as his hand stroked her back, slow and soothing.

“Why would you think you have to take it off?” he asked softly, his voice laced with concern. His hand moved to gently tilt her chin up, his thumb grazing her cheek as he looked into her eyes. “I was only joking, love. You can wear anything of mine you want, whenever you want.”

A few tears slipped down her cheeks, and Arda’s expression softened even more. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering there as he whispered, “I’m so sorry if that made you feel bad. I would never mean it.”

She managed a small nod, sniffling as he held her tighter, his arms steady around her. “it's not that Arda, I just… missed you,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “And everything today felt like too much, and I… I just needed something that felt like you.”

He held her face gently in his hands; his eyes tender as he wiped away her tears with his thumbs. “You should’ve called me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to one cheek, then the other, each touch soft and comforting. “I would’ve come right away.”

She shook her head, resting her forehead against his chest. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Hey, you could never bother me,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “I’m here now. I’m always here when things get too hard, okay? You don’t have to go through any of it alone.” He pulled her into another hug, wrapping himself around her as if he could shield her from anything that weighed on her.

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other in the quiet, his arms strong and reassuring. Eventually, he pulled back just enough to press his lips to hers in a soft, lingering kiss, a gentle reminder of his love and presence. He pulled away only slightly, his forehead still resting against hers as he whispered, “I love you so much. Never doubt that, alright?”

A small smile crept onto her face, her fingers tangling in his hair as he leaned in for another kiss, this one deeper, filled with all the comfort and affection he wanted to give her. His hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer, and she felt the weight she'd been carrying start to lift.

As the kisses grew softer, he pulled back, his hands framing her face as he pressed his lips to her forehead, cheeks, and finally, back to her lips. “Come on,” he said softly, guiding her to curl up on the couch beside him. He wrapped his arm around her again, pulling her close against his chest as she nestled in.

With her head resting on his shoulder, his arms holding her securely, and his hand rubbing gentle circles on her back, y/n felt herself start to relax fully. Arda placed one last kiss on her head, murmuring, “I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’ve got you.”

Wrapped in his arms, the world felt a little less heavy, and for the first time that day, she finally felt at peace.

[menteycorazoncito]

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬:

➼ I do not write smut. It makes me uncomfortable. Any smut requests will be ignored and deleted.

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𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬:

➼ Fluff, angst and so on, smau (not to be confused w smut!)

➼ Again I do not write smut

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫:

𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥

Arda Güler, Barış Alper Yılmaz, Dominik Szoboszlai, Florian Wirtz, Hakim Ziyech, Hector Fort, Jamal Musiala, Julián Alvarez, Kenan Yıldız, Mason Mount, Pau Cubarsi, Pedri Gonzalez, Rúben Dias, Xavi Simons

𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭

𝐅𝟏: Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Franco Colapinto, Daniel Ricciardo, Lewis Hamilton, Oscar Piastri, Paul Aron, Ollie Bearman, Liam Lawson, Max Verstappen

𝐖𝐄𝐂: Clément Noavlak, Arthur Leclerc,

𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐲: Marcus Armstrong, Pato O'ward,

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: Ralf Aron, Marc Marquez

[jsprnt]

it’s difficult to communicate with a cute boy when you don’t speak each other’s language fluently

arda güler x jude’s younger sister

A/N: missed writing so much! based on this request, thank you babes! ❤️ (physical features are not specified!)

W/C: 1.574

"I'm outside, hurry up.."

you scream at your incredibly slow older brother through the phone. squinting as the july sun beams through your windshield, into your eyes.

"you're so impatient, you guys-" your brother huffs, his voice low and hushed.

"I'm not the impatient one! mister jobe over here, just ate an entire bag of sweet-and-salty popcorn in one sitting!"

you turn you head, giving jobe a nasty look, in turn, receiving a jab from your irish twin.

"stop! we got it to share!" you shout, rubbing your arm.

"now he's hitting me, come on, or I'll kick him out of the car!"

You scream, fighting back the urge to open the passenger door and kick your brother out to the curb.

"I'll be there in five, behave.."

"It's never just five minutes with you, and I'm not a dog, so I won't 'behave'-"

before you can end your sentence, your older brother hangs up on you. leaving you speechless as jobe snorts at you.

"fuckin' rude ass.."

you mumble, leaning back into your car seat.

"here, sis.." he suddenly says, nice enough, tipping the bag of popcorn just enough for you to see the contents.

it's not much, but it is something..

"thanks.." you reply, sticking your hand into the bag, and retrieving the sweet-and-salty goodness, popping the crunchy snack into your mouth.

five minutes turn into ten, and before you know it, it's been over half an hour.

"look! finally.."

you look up from your phone when jobe suddenly speaks. sighing in relief when you spot jude walking out of the real madrid training center.

"Is he alone?" you squint, moving your head to see.

"he's with brahim, and arda.."

you perk up at the names, immediately following his gaze to the three guys, all carrying their toiletry bags. indicating they'd just finished training.

the second name uttered by your brother, had your heart stuttering instantly. you try to hide the smile creeping up to your face, and pretend like you're still pissed at your older brother for being- extra late.

though, seeing the boy you've been crushing on for a couple months, next to him- maybe, just maybe you'll forgive jude for being so late.

you clear your throat, trying to act like seeing arda hadn't thrown you off a bit, and roll your window down as jude walks over to you.

"you're late.." you mutter, trying to scold your older brother, very discreetly.

you squeal when his hand comes up your face, his palm stretched over your face to shut you up.

"and I'm paying dinner, again, so shush.." he mutters, pulling his hand back when you slap his arm.

"paying for food is your duty as an older brother. it's not like you earn money to buy things for yourself.." you bite, smiling when jobe chimes in.

"yeah, big bro- she has a point.."

you grin at your big brother's expression, though your face falls when he starts talking to his teammates.

your eyes flicker to arda, noticing he'd gotten his hair cut since the last time you saw him.

you had been crushing on him since the day you two met, when you picked up jude after one of his spanish classes, and drove arda home too. out of the kindness of your licenseless-older-brother's heart.

arda didn't even speak that much english, nor did you speak any turkish.

spanish wasn't totally out of the question for the both of you, since you both were learning the language after moving there.

safe to say, you knew the guys communicated in a strange mix of spanish and mostly english. whatever was understood, went.

"can the guys join us?" jude suddenly says, breaking you out of your trance.

"you're paying, so I won't object.." jobe says, leaning back into his seat, and pulling his seatbelt on.

"sure, why not?"

not even twenty minutes pass, and your already parking your little volkswagen polo into the parking lot of the restaurant.

'a perfect first car for my daughter, especially in a new country..' your dad had beamed at the spanish dealership. shaking the dealer’s hand like he'd just bought a brand-new mercedes.

the ride to the unfamiliar restaurant is less awkward than you'd imagined, with two of your older brother's friends in the backseat. mainly lively due to your, suddenly very talkative brothers.

"we're here.." you speak, killing the engine and collecting your handbag.

your eyes dart to the building, and back to your outfit.

you'd never been before, and could only arrive correctly due to jude screaming a couple of directions in between his gossip session.

you sigh to yourself, your pretty summer dress was definitely better than the basic tee and sweatpants worn by the guys.

turning, you reach over to open your door, gasping when the door is opened by someone else.

you look up, making eye contact with a certain age mate of yours. you smile up at him, like it's on instinct, getting out of the car as he holds the door open for you.

"thank you, arda.." you speak, trying to hide the nervous tremble in your voice.

there was something about that smile that made you want to cheese over him all the time. and his brown hair, which looked golden in the sunlight, or the language barrier that made it extra difficult to get closer to him.

but, if your older brother could do it, you could too..

"have you been here before? to this restaurant?" you ask, eyes expressive as you watch him close your car door once you've stepped out.

"yes, two times.." he answers in his thick turkish accent, making eye contact with you.

"was it good?" you continue, eyes flickering to your brothers and brahim already walking into the restaurant.

noticing, you both speed up your pace, your handbag dangling from your hand, and in between you both.

"very good, delicious.."

you chuckle at the movements he makes to express himself, finding it absolutely adorable to his already sweet personality.

"that's good. I trust your taste.."

your words earn an awkward grin back, and you clear your throat. holding yourself back from completely crossing the line.

"you're insanely slow today.."

you hold back a surprised gasp when jobe grabs onto your hand, unaware of your moment with arda. your brother drags you towards a reserved table, and you sigh in reluctance before plastering a smile on your face and greeting the hostess.

the next couple minutes are filled with laughter and chatter, you glance across the table often. conveniently sitting across from arda. you notice the quick glances he takes, and grin to yourself.

taking a second bite of pasta, you look at your bothers. sneaking a bite of jobe's food when he's not looking.

you freeze when you hear a lone chuckle, looking up with red sauced lips to make eye contact with a smiley arda.

he quirks up a brow, looking down at his pizza, before sliding the plate closer to you.

"share?" he suggests with a smile, making you nod eagerly.

"deal.." you say, sliding your plate closer to him. before snatching a slice of the pizza.

"delicious..." you mutter, covering your mouth when you chew down on the cheesy goodness.

arda nods back excitedly, glancing at you with the most tender look in his eyes.

you gulp your food down with an ice-cold lemonade, watching as arda tries your pasta.

"very good.." he finally says, looking at you with a thumb pointing up. giving you the universal sign for 'good/okay'.

though, your cute food tasting moment is interrupted by jobe pricking his fork into your pasta, ruining the mood.

"can I have a breadstick?" he mutters, mouth full.

"I thought you said that you had a new diet for next season?"

"it's a breadstick. come on, sis.."

"okay- you're making it sound like I'm restricting you. eat all you want, damn.." you mutter, chuckling when you make eye contact with arda.

"you want one?" you ask, holding the breadbasket out.

"no, thank you.." you hear him say, before you're distracted by the rest of your food.

later, when dessert is ordered, and you're staring at your empty plate of food when it's being taken away, your phone pings.

you look up, unlocking your phone quickly before reading a pop up message.

'receive a note from 'arda's iphone'?'

you look up at him, quirking up a brow at the smiling boy.

you accept quickly, eyes scanning the message.

'you me, dinner again? I will study english for you.'

you almost lose your composure at the phone number underneath the sweet message, your face and body heating up.

your eyes lock, and you try to nod as discreetly as possible.

you save the number quickly, sending him a message, and watch his phone screen light up.

you grin to yourself, both of you sneaking glances at each other.

flustered enough, to not notice the look both your brothers and brahim are sending you two.

your older brother is protective as ever, though confused about what he should worry about.

arda was a good kid, and there was no way in hell he could give him the 'older brother talk' in your stead. 

"your dessert, miss..”

you tune out the waiter, mind drifting to the message arda sent. 

cute, you think.

what should you wear on your first date with him?

[featguler]

we don't talk about it ────── you don't have the time — arda tries convincing you to come to his game.

♡ ────── pairing : arda güler x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. situationship!arda guler. reader speaks turkish n is speaking turkish with arda in this. angsty i guess??? i keep asking myself why i keep on giving him these stressful situationship scenarios omfg ♡ ────── wordcount : 715 ♡ ────── notes : more situationship arda i literally dc. also sorry for not posting in a while im tiiiired with work and my intern!! >:(( title is from august by flipturn!! ♡ masterlist.

“So you can’t come?”

Arda breathes into the mic, his eyes immediately fluttering close as he hears shrugging on your end, his phone trapped between his shoulders and his ears.

“Yeah.”

Arda tries imagining you right now. He tries imagining the expression on your face, he tries imagining what you are doing—swaying around, sitting down, biting your nails, rolling your eyes—and he lets his fantasies feed more into his imminent heartbreak.

He is in the changing room. Practice was rough that day, though he thinks that maybe it’s just him. Brahim seems to be having the time of his life, and Federico is somewhere talking to Antonio about the shenanigans that his kids, plural now that the youngest have turned one, have been up to lately.

And the room is far from quiet.

It’s alive—full of Eduardo chanting a Spanish song that Vinícius just taught him, full of Jude giggling as he texts his family group chat, and it’s full of Arda’s ailing heart beating against his ribs.

“Sorry,” you mumble to his speaker. Normally, Arda would find a way to voice his disappointment; he would click his tongue, he would thump his head against the wall, he would hang the call and scream into his mouth. But not right now.

“It’s in a week,” he tries negotiating, “not a week, even. 10 days. It’s in 10 days.”

The background noise increases—maybe he’s hallucinating—and Arda decides that he wouldn’t let anyone notice his distress.

No.

A part of him is embarrassed that he’s mulling so much over someone who he has been pining for for ages. He wonders if his older teammates, like Toni or Luka, know what a situationship is. His mother certainly does not. He asked her.

And sure there’s nuances and context in every relationship, but it somehow feels humiliating to explain to his teammates that he’s sad over someone who he is crushing on, but is technically going out with, but also not dating, yet is in a relationship with.

“I know, Arda,” he hears something shifting on your end. “It’s just that I promised my friend that we would go hang out.”

“You can hang out at the Bernabeu,” he encourages, still, his voice light despite the disappointment anchoring his chest. “I’ll get you the tickets.”

Arda opens one eye and watches the changing room, making sure that nobody is giving him their time of day.

“I asked you a few days ago,” he mutters quietly, rubbing the back of his neck rather harshly at the pent up frustration he’s developed every time he speaks to you. “I mean, I asked you first. It’s not fair.”

“Not fair?”

You echo him, and Arda lets out a rather long, extravagant sigh.

“Sorry.”

“We’re not—” you sigh. “Not fair? And whose fault do you think that is?”

Arda bites his lips, thinking over his words.

“Sorry.” He sighs again. “My fault. It’s my fault.”

“Right,” you huff into the speaker.

“Right,” he repeats, before uttering out a weak, “I miss you.”

You didn’t answer him for a moment, and Arda fears that he might have lost his hearing, but he eventually hears a breath.

“I miss you too.”

“I miss you more.”

A stupid smile etched on his lips—an idiotic, hopeful smile.

“Whatever.” He can basically see you roll your eyes. “I’m still not coming. I’m not coming to any of your games, you hear me?”

Until you make it official. He can basically hear you say.

He’s had this conversation a million times, and for some reason, it’s not enough push for him to commit to a relationship. He feels like if it were anyone else, he would not have much of an issue in putting a label on your relationship.

But it’s you.

And he has spent so long wanting you. What if you become his, and then you leave? You break up with him, leave him shattered? There is no breakup if there is no relationship in the first place—the senseless voice in his head keeps on whispering—there is no being left alone if he never decided to stay.

“Tell me if you change your mind.”

You huff to the phone again. “See you, Arda.”

He holds back an I love you, and laughs softly.

“I’ll see you around.”

[n0vazsq]

Sunny day | Arda Güler x Reader

pairing . . . arda guler x gf!reader

summary . . . After it rains on your walk with Arda, you can't help but ask to dance in the rain

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 638

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . kinda short </3 i hope you like it!

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The walk had started out perfectly. Gray clouds hanging low, the smell of rain in the air, and Arda's hand casually brushing against yours. You both liked these peaceful afternoons, they felt like the world had quieted down just for you two.

You’d spent the most part of an hour strolling through empty streets, talking about everything and nothing, just spending your time in each other’s presence.

But then the drizzle turned into a downpour.

You both darted under a tree, trying, and failing to escape the sudden cascade. Arda’s hair stuck to his forehead, and he let out a breathless laugh, eyes bright with trouble.

"Guess we didn’t check the forecast," he joked, shaking his head like a wet puppy. You couldn’t help but laugh.

"Maybe tomorrow it’ll be sunny," you teased, wiping raindrops off your cheeks. He grinned, eyes softening.

"Maybe," he echoed, voice low.

The rain didn’t ease up, but there was something magical about the moment. The sound of water hitting the leaves, the faint glow of streetlights reflected on slick pavement. You couldn’t resist.

"Dance with me" you said suddenly, half serious, half expecting him to roll his eyes.

Arda tilted his head, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Here? Now?"

You nodded, heart beating out of your chest. "Come on, it’s already raining. Why not?"

For a second, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, without another word, he pulled you close, his hands settling on your waist. You rested yours on his shoulders, the rain drenching both of you as you swayed to the rhythm of the downpour.

"I’m not very good at this, you know," he murmured, his forehead almost touching yours.

"Me neither," you whispered back, your laughter mixing with the sound of the falling rain. "Doesn’t matter."

The world around you blurred; the city, the cold, even the storm overhead. It was just you and Arda, moving slowly, clumsily, like you had all the time in the world.

His eyes never left yours, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

"Know it's been raining," he sang softly, almost to himself. "I swear, I'm not lonely." His voice was barely audible over the rain, but it was enough to make your heart flutter.

You smiled. "Always complaining that you never see me," you added, your voice just as quiet.

He laughed, a sound full of warmth. "Call in the morning when you wake…"

"Maybe tomorrow, we’re okay," you finished, leaning your forehead against his.

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you like he never wanted to let go. "We will be," he whispered. "We’re always okay."

The rain continued to fall, soaking you both to the bone, but neither of you cared. In that moment, it wasn’t just about dancing or even the rain.

It was about being here, with him. Knowing that he loved you, and that you loved him back.

Your eyes met, and the space between you felt like it disappeared. Arda's hand reached up, gently tucking a wet strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb brushed your cheek, lingering for a moment. You held your breath, heart pounding in your chest.

He leaned in, his voice barely a whisper. "Can I…?"

You didn’t let him finish. Closing the distance, your lips met his, soft, warm, and full of everything unsaid.

The rain poured around you, but all you could feel was him, his arms tightening around you as if he never wanted to let go. The kiss deepened, the world melting away until it was just the two of you, wrapped up in the magic of the moment.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and smiling, you whispered, "Maybe tomorrow, it'll be sunny."

Arda grinned, his forehead resting against yours. "Or maybe we'll dance in the rain again."

[mxryxmfooty]

i beg for my bday someone get this for me

Could I request a kinda Winter themed fic with Arda Guler? Like drinking hot chocolate and stealing his sweaters? Or something like that? Of course you don't have to write this but thank you either way <3

Baby, It’s Cold Outside — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

Summary: After snuggling up in your boyfriend’s sweater, unbeknownst to him, he only finds out when he sees you on the patio with two warm cups of hot chocolate in his hands.

Word Count: 465+

Disclaimer/s — None, I don’t think…

A/N: ARDA GOAL YESTERDAY. CATCH US CHEERING. There wasn’t exactly a lot of like, fluff in this, but I think it’s fine! :3

You had finally gotten what you had longed for.

Cold weather. That’s it! That’s all. You loved the cold. And it didn’t help that you’d been traveling, but now that you were back at your apartment with your boyfriend finally home, you had spent half of your morning on your guys’ balcony.

The sweater you had sneakily stolen from Arda hugged your body perfectly, providing all the warmth you needed. It was cold, of course, but in a way where you didn’t have to head back inside.

He didn’t have that many sweaters, but you already knew he wouldn’t want to join you. So you thought, why not actually put them to use?

Curling your legs up to your chest, you gazed from the cloudy sky down to the city, observing how the streets bustled with activity.

That’s when you heard the door slide open and saw your boyfriend walking out. His cheeks were slowly but surely flushing red due to the weather, making you smile softly. “What are you doing?”

Maybe he’d want to join you after all.

“It’s cold outside,” he replied, as if it weren’t already obvious. You didn’t tease him about it, too focused on the mugs in his hands.

“What’s that?” You questioned, leaning forward.

The man’s eyes flickered from you to the cups, his arm stretching out. “I made hot chocolate.”

This was what you needed. “Oh, I love you!”

“I love you.” Flashing a smile and a breathy laugh, he sits down on the chair beside you and hands you your cup, his gaze lingering on your torso.

Oh. Oh, right.

“Hey!” You frowned. “You said it yourself. It’s cold outside. So… I found a sweater of yours to wear.”

His eyes narrowed playfully, “You’re a thief?”

“Unfortunately. Would you want to go to the mall tomorrow and get some more clothes for winter? I won’t even think about touching your sweaters.”

Letting out another laugh, Arda shakes his head and takes a quick sip of his drink. “I was kidding. You can wear whatever you want of mine. But, if that’s what you want, yes, we can go tomorrow.”

Your face lit up almost immediately at that, “It’s settled! Cancel all of your plans. It’s a date!”

“I didn’t have any plans.”

“I—Arda, please,” you grumbled, lifting the cup to your lips and taking a drink. “Thank you for the hot chocolate, by the way. It’s really, really good.”

“Of course, I’m happy to hear.”

A few minutes of complete and utter silence pass.

Then he speaks, “Can we go back inside?”

Glancing over at him once more, you notice his flushed cheeks and the tips of his ears turning red. A smile graces your lips as you relent, “Fine, come on. Let’s get you warmed up, you baby.”

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hiiii girl i saw ur 1k celebration post and i wanted to request a fic cs i just love ur style😼😼

🎠 + arda guler + you and arda are in a situationship where neither of u know how long you are gonna keep going like this, and an argument happens. you can end it however you want, maybe they decide to end it OR they fix it all, + ANGSTTTT

જ⁀➴ grey areas || arda güler

an; hiii lovie thank you so much for participating 😕🫶 last post of 2024 how do we feel

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the evening was quiet, save for the muffled hum of the city outside. arda and his girl sat on opposite ends of the couch, an invisible wall thick with tension between the two. neither of them had said much since the argument began, but the weight of unspoken words was almost suffocating.

it started small, as it always did—something about mixed signals, missed texts, or an offhanded comment that stung deeper than intended. but tonight, it escalated.

“you can’t keep doing this,” she finally said, her voice breaking slightly despite her attempt to sound firm. “one day, you’re all in, and the next, you act like none of this means anything to you.”

arda’s jaw clenched as he stared at the floor, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. “you think this is easy for me? you think i don’t care? i’m trying, okay? i just… i don’t know how to do this with you.”

his words felt like a slap, sharp and disorienting. “then why are we even doing this if you don’t know? if you don’t want to—”

“don’t put words in my mouth!” he snapped, his voice rising for the first time that night. his eyes met hers, and she could see the storm brewing in them. “i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t want this! but it’s not that simple for me!”

“why not?” she shot back, tears threatening to spill. “what’s so complicated about saying what you feel, about choosing me? i’ve been right here, waiting for you to decide—”

“because i’m scared!” arda interrupted, his voice cracking under the weight of the confession. his chest heaved as he looked at her, vulnerability seeping into his usually guarded expression. “i’m scared of screwing this up, of losing you, of not being enough. is that what you want to hear?”

her breath caught, the anger in her chest giving way to something softer, something raw. “you’re already enough, arda,” she said, voice trembling. “but you keep pushing me away, and it feels like i’m the only one fighting for us.”

silence fell between them, heavy and suffocating. arda ran a hand through his hair, exhaling shakily. “i’m sorry,” he murmured, barely audible. “i don’t want to hurt you. i don’t want to lose you.”

“then stop shutting me out,” she whispered, tears streaking down her cheeks. “i’m scared too, but i’m here. i’ve been here, and i’ll keep being here… if you let me.”

arda moved closer, his hand hesitating before brushing against hers. his touch was tentative, as if afraid she might pull away. when she didn’t, he laced his fingers with hers, holding on like she were the only solid thing in his world.

“i’ll try,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “i don’t know how long it’s gonna take me to get this right, but i’ll try. for you.”

it wasn’t perfect. there was no neat resolution, no guarantees. but for now, the honesty was enough—a fragile truce in the midst of the storm. and as arda pulled her into his arms, pressing a shaky kiss to her temple, she allowed herself to hope that maybe, just maybe, they’ll be alright together.

[ao3lestappeninchident]

Pleasure anything with Arda Güler he is not appreciated enoughhhhh

Tagged: @wincumdump

Arda Güler x fem!reader

It was the day that Turkey would play their first match against Georgia. You had come to support your boyfriend for his first Euro match.

The grandstand were full witch supporters from both countries and you found yourself standing next to Arda, as he held an arm around you. You were dressed in one of his shirts, his number on the back.

The clock was ticking and the match was soon to start. "I have to go, good luck honey." You say as you kissed him.

He gave you a hug,"Thank you. See you soon." you wave and let yourself get guided to the VIP section.

As you sat down, you could see both teams position themselves on the field. The clock ticked 18.00 and the match started. You watched with anticipation as the ball rolled through the field.

It didn't take long for turkey to have a change, but unfortunately the ball hit the side. You groaned along with the rest of turkey supporters as the match continued.

Time seemed to go fast as you saw Arda passing the ball. Eventually the ball came by Yildiz who passed it to Kadioglu. Even though the first try didn't work, Mert Müldür did the rebound perfectly by sending the ball inside the goal. You stood up, clapping in your hands cheering for the team. You saw them celebrate together, Arda sliding over the grass.

You cheered again as Yildiz scored a goal, but it didn't count. The rest of the first half was filled with a goal from the opposite team, ending it in 1-1.

The team gathered around their coach and you saw Arda looking for you in the crowd. When your eyes meet you give him a tumbs up and he smiles, placing his hand by his mouth and sending you a kiss.

In the break you went to get something to drink and talked to some other people in the vip. You didn't really know anyone, so the conversations were a bit awkward. Or it was the game, or the weather. You were aware that it was raining.

The whistle rang and the game continued. It was rather calm, apart from the yellow cart for Solomon kvirkvelia. But then in the 65 minutes, you were cheering with tears in your eyes. Arda had scored a beautiful goal with an assist from Ayhan.

After the match, which Turkey won by 3-1, you and Arda were making your way out of the stadium. "I am so proud of you. You did amazing."

Arda smiles at you and takes your hand, "Thank you for coming to watch. I hope you weren't bored."

"I will never be bored from watching you play." As your rain continued to drop, Arda tried to shield you with his jacket. You giggle as you feet step in a puddle and you two stand close to each other. He grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss.

"Great, then I hope you will be at the next one."

[verspia]

Maybe something were reader and arda are in a relationship for some years now. (Insta post)

WEST SIDE • ARDA GÜLER

( pairing ) arda güler x reader

just a soft launching thru insta story

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arda güler - bring the life right back

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user96 - caption??

↪️ user7 - caption girl look at the second slide??

altaybayindir - arkadaşım

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ftblwags - 👀

user23 - ARDA GÜLER???

user35 - hell naw bros soft launching

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ynusername - meet me on the west side 🤍

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friend1 - this is where you disappeared to and with a MAN

↪️ ynusername - hehe 🤭

friend2 - HELLO WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN???

↪️ ynusername - oops

friend3 - umm what? gc now.

↪️ ynusername - yes maam 🫡

user25 - familiar background…

ynusername posted a story!

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ardaguler

sevgilim 🤍

friend1

when will we get to meet this mystery man 🤨

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ardaguler - bring the light right back

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user13 - ok bro we get it you got a girl

user1 - boyfriend arda is my fav gender

ismailyuksekk - Maşallah Abi

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ftblwags - 🤔

friend1 - hmm @ynusername

user9 - girlfriend effect bro’s posting ariana grande lyrics

user6 - last slide 😳

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ynusername - 🧸🤍

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friend1 - tennis huh?

↪️ ynusername - 🙈

user12 - wait…

friend2 - girl where did you find this piece i want one too

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friend3 - cutie 🥹

friend23 - imy yn 💖💖

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ynusername posted a story!

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friend1 - enough of this man come how now ☹️

user12 - GIRL IS THAT ARDA???

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ardaguler - meet me on the west side

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user12 - THE FIRST PIC IS ON YNS STORY

↪️ user13 - who’s yn???

↪️ user12 - @ynusername arda’s girlfriend..?

user96 - omg the caption matches one of her posts

↪️ user7 - girl you always focused on the wrong things he’s literally posted the photo she took 😭

user10 - the one post where he’s not posting his gf is the one that exposes him 😭

ftblwags - 👀

↪️ user75 - girl go get a job

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ynusername - let me be in your life like that

@ardaguler

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ardaguler - the only for sure, aşkim 🤍

↪️ ynusername - 😚😚

friend1 - congratulations!! dunno how you hid it for yrs and one holiday trip exposed u

user7 - the way some of their captions match 🥹

↪️ user96 - who’s looking at captions now???

user13 - god i’ve seen what you’ve done for others

user13 - if you look closely you’ll see me in the back drowning in my own tears

user94 - parents

user195 - how long have yall been tgth ???

↪️ ynusername - 3 years 🥰

ardaguler posted a story!

fin.