#arda güler x you

[halfwayhearted]

Arda Güler fic based on Fallingforyou by the 1975… so friends to lovers w a she fell first he fell harder type deal..

Fallingforyou — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

Summary: The TWO times you had to hide the fact that you love him + the ONE time you finally don’t have to.

Word Count: 2K+ (Hi, what the fuck.)

Disclaimers/s — Pining, fluff, angst if you squint, and done!

A/N: I love the ‘the _ times you _, the _ time you _’, ykwim. I also didn’t follow through with the song… just realized… hey. ALSO. They’ve been friends for a while, like, a long time btw.

1. The one where he comes over because you couldn’t sleep.

You never expected to call him, of all people, when you were lying awake during the night.

Though, all your doubts seemed to vanish the second he answered your call. Despite it being three in the literal morning, his voice was hoarse as he questioned, “Hey, are you okay?”

Your face reddened, and you swallowed thickly. “You were asleep, sorry, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Arda quickly uttered your name softly, stopping you from hanging up. “I wasn’t sleeping, I was just finishing my laundry. Swear. You can’t sleep, right? I can come over. I’ll be there in ten, yeah?”

He was quite literally offering to come over for your sake because you couldn’t sleep. You found yourself unable to help the small frustration that bubbled up inside you—not at him, but at yourself. If he kept doing things like this, you were sure you would be officially head-over-heels in love with him… well, not that you weren’t already.

Realizing you had yet to respond, you spoke, “Yeah. Yeah, thank you. Really. You really don’t—”

“Don’t do that. I want to, okay? I promise you.”

“I didn’t even get to finish what I was saying!”

His laugh, small but contagious, brought a smile to your lips. “I know you weren’t. But I know you. I want to. I’ll be there soon, alright? Bye.”

“Yeah—bye, Arda.” With that, the call ends.

True to his word, he arrived ten minutes later. You greeted him at the door, helped him with his coat, and led both of you to your bedroom. He picked a movie; it was the least you could let him do.

With the movie flickering in the background, you noticed your gaze kept trailing back to him. You cursed yourself internally, can you get a grip?

It was when he met your gaze that you snapped out of your thoughts. His bottom lip jutted out, making you gulp. “Something on my face?”

You stammered, “Uh, nope! Not at all.”

“Are you lying to me? You’re lying to me.”

Save yourself. “Okay, I am, I’m sorry,” you grinned sheepishly, leaning forward and using your thumb to wipe off the imaginary residue of the chips you both had been eating. You felt your breath hitch in your throat; Arda didn’t notice. The proximity between the two of you was… stop. Just leave it.

But the intensity of his gaze made your heart ache with the urge to spill your feelings:

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love—

“Did you get it?” He asked, making you stiffen.

Quickly, you pull back and nod, “Yup! Got it.”

2. The one where he picks you up from a date-gone-wrong.

It had only been two weeks since your almost, semi… slip-up. You decided you needed to get over this, over him, as soon as possible. Now.

It was so very clear that he didn’t feel the same, though you didn’t know how you arrived to that conclusion. He didn’t exactly show that he didn’t, but he also didn’t show that he did. And that right there was enough to make you tighten your grip on the napkin placed delicately on your lap.

That’s the reason you were even here in the first place. You had agreed to your friend’s blind date setup. She had always believed it would be you and Arda, well, forever. However, after countless hours of listening to you vent about how he doesn’t feel the same, she figured this might be the only way for you to finally... get over him.

You hoped it did. You really did.

Alas, not all hopes are fulfilled.

The guy just droned on about himself for hours, completely ignoring you—what you do, what you like, what you love. You were tired and annoyed.

You concocted an excuse to cut the date short, paid for just your meal, said your goodbyes, and slipped out through the back. Of course, it was raining—just your luck! Exactly what you needed.

Whipping out your phone, you hesitated over your friend’s contact. She was busy. You knew she was. Arda wasn’t. How did you know? Because his last message to you was, ‘Have fun, let me know how it goes. I’ll be watching a movie.’

Have fun? Totally. With a brave resolve, you click ‘call’ and quickly press your phone to your ear, tapping your fingers incessantly on your pants as you wait for him to answer. If he answers.

Please answer.

“Hey, it’s done already?” His voice fills your ears. The question makes you sigh in response. He says your name quietly, “Is it—are you outside?”

“What? Oh. Oh, yes, I am.”

What? Even though you couldn’t see him, Arda’s eyebrows raise almost instantly at that. “It’s raining. Where’s your date? Are you by yourself?”

"Well, I left. God, it was awful," you complained, running a hand over your face. "He just kept going on and on about himself, never once asking how my day was. Is that—it was such a simple thing!”

He says your name, “You could get sick.”

“Yeah, I’m aware. My hair took so long to do too.”

“I know, I know—just, go back inside!”

You ignore him, “Can you come get me, please?”

“I’m already on my way, go back inside,” he echoed. The sound of his air conditioning blowing through the speaker made you let out a breath of relief. “I’ll be right there. Don’t go anywhere.”

As if I could, you muttered to yourself while he hung up the phone, wiping it against your sweater and shoving it back into your pocket.

You didn’t go back inside. One, you didn’t want to. Two, you actually couldn’t. It was locked. Closed.

Instead, you found a bench nearby and sat down, your gaze drawn to the neon signs across the street. It wasn’t even raining that badly, it was a slight sprinkle. It obviously didn’t seem that way when he came, parked, and hurried out with an umbrella. “I thought I told you to go back inside.”

“Hey,” you frowned, “It was closed. It’s all closed.”

Arda huffed, holding the umbrella above you both, his expression softening at the sight of you shivering. It wasn’t that bad, just a little. Gently grasping your arm, he pulled you up and took your hand in his, guiding it to the pocket of his hoodie. You welcomed the warmth, your other hand shoved into your jean pocket. Just as you were about to speak, you felt the subtle rub of his thumb against your knuckles. Oh. My. God.

He was driving you absolutely crazy.

You felt like a mannequin being moved around when he walked you to his car, opened the passenger side door, helped you inside, and even buckled your seatbelt. How could you go on dates when the man you truly wanted was right here?

You were so lost in a daze that you didn’t even realize he was taking off his hoodie and slipping it over your head and onto your torso until you heard him ask, “How’s that?”

Looking up at him, you opened your mouth to respond, “Arda, I—” love you. Don’t. Clamping your mouth shut, you nodded and thanked him.

All he did was nod, smile, and shut your door.

Maybe next time.

3. The one where you can’t hold back anymore and confess.

Even after a week, you still kept his hoodie.

As soon as he dropped you off, you stripped it off and washed it, determined to give it back the next time you saw him... but you didn’t stick to that.

You saw him three times. You never gave it back.

It wasn’t because you didn’t want to, even though you really didn’t want to; it was mostly because you forgot. You lacked the warm clothes you needed, and his hoodie fulfilled that need. So—

Your phone rang, making you quirk a brow.

Picking up your phone, a sense of curiosity washed over you when you saw Arda’s contact name and photo on the screen.

With a bit of hesitation, you answer. “Hey… you.”

“Hey, are you home?”

“Yeah, I am! Are you okay? Do I need to pick you up from a bad date or something?”

He laughs, “You wish.”

No. No, you don’t wish. “Yup… I do.”

“I just wanted to call and tell you that I’m out front, can you let me in? Please?”

Out front? “You’re—why are you here? I mean, I’ll open my door, you’re always welcome, obviously.”

“Am I not allowed to visit my best friend?” The moment those words left his mouth, a bitter tinge rose within you. Best friend. Right, of course.

Swallowing hard, you managed to laugh, “Yeah, yeah, you are. I’m on my way. See you in a bit.”

Entering your living room, you grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open. Even though you expected him, the sight of him made your heart skip a beat. As you allowed him inside, Arda muttered a small, quiet “thank you” while walking in, watching as you smiled and shut the door.

“You cleaned, huh? It looks nice. My hoodie?”

“Your—right. It’s warm! And for your information, I always clean,” you replied, “…every other day. Is there anything you wanted to do? I have snacks, board games—oh! Can we watch a horror movie?”

You notice the way the corners of his lips twitch at your enthusiasm. “It is October, isn’t it?”

A hum, “It is!”

“Then, of course. Anything you want,” he said.

Anything you want. His words reverberated in your mind. Did he like you? Did he not?

Arda murmurs your name, his head tilting, and he steps closer. “Hey, are you okay? You seemed to shut down on me for a second there.”

“No, yeah. I’m okay. Just… deciding on which horror movie we should watch. It’s crucial, really.”

A lie. He knew it. “That’s a lie. You’re lying to me.”

“No, I already thought of about five we could watch and finish by tomorrow,” a pause, “We should probably start now if we want to finish.”

He says your name once again, and the way he’s looking at you makes you want to just tell him how you feel. ‘Maybe next time,’ you had told yourself. Now’s the time. But... was it actually?

His gaze flickers over your features, sending a shiver down your spine. It was concern, worry, and… something else. Something you couldn’t quite grasp, but it practically gnawed at you.

You’d reached your limit. “Don’t do that, Arda.”

His eyebrows knit together. “Do what?”

Like you could actually love me, you had thought. Then, when you saw him stiffen, you realized you hadn’t just thought it—you had said it.

Embarrassed. Completely and utterly sick.

“Okay, I didn’t—sorry, I’m sorry,” you sputtered, shaking your head and stepping away from him. “You should go. Yeah, please go. I—”

His hands cupping your jaw were enough to make you shut your mouth. “Stop. Please, stop.”

“I’m embarrassed! This is so embarrassing.”

“Why? Why’re you embarrassed?” He inquired, eyes narrowing, “Hey, listen, I love you.”

No. No. No. “You’re just saying that.”

The man shakes his head, “It’s always been you.”

You don’t believe that. How could you? “Are you lying? If you are, that is so not funny.”

A shaky laugh escapes his lips. “I love you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to tell you.”

“I have no idea?” You scoffed playfully, still in disbelief. “You have no idea! I was—how long?”

“It was the second you told me you were going on a date, that was… when I realized,” he explains, his face flushed. He lets out a breath. “All I remember was wishing it was me, me who asked you out, me who got to be by your side all night. Hearing how he didn’t care enough to get to know you, it annoyed me more than it should’ve.”

I remember wishing it was me.

You didn’t even know what to say; the only words capable of leaving your lips were, “Does this mean I’m able to keep your hoodie?”

He nods, his tongue poking the side of his cheek, “Yes, you can keep it. Anything you want.”

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DT(s) — @pedrilcvr ! 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.

[think-like-a-poet]

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.

💌 judeslove on tumblr.

[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🥹

[planetpedri]

angst… angst… angst… (to comfort?) ARDA GÜLER WHEREEE they’ve been dating for quite a bit, but lately she’s been noticing how he’s been pulling back, which causes her to be like hey… so… like are we okay… and he can see how him doing that makes her feel and he just reassures her that they’re fine, it’s just him and his own like, worries, and she’s just there for him OHHHH MY GOD IM SICK. AND YEAH.

A dozen delicate kisses — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

Summary: Arda had been growing more distant with you than he ever had in the five months you’ve been dating and your mind had started reeling with possibilities. After a night out you finally gain the courage to ask if you guys were alright, and he decides to make a point to show you just how alright you guys are.

Word count: 468

Disclaimer/s: bit of overthinking/anxieties but other than that! pure fluff <3

A/N: hello enny bear.

The warmth of a summer night drawing to a close envelopes you and Arda while you two make your way back to his car. It was quiet, with only the soft tunes coming from the open door of a super markets open door as you waited for Arda to unlock the doors.

Tapping your feet on the pavement, you let out a huff of air as he lets go of your hand to fish the keys from his pocket. When the beep signals they are unlocked, you quickly climb inside, your mind reeling with thoughts of earlier.

He’d been much more withdrawn tonight than usual, hardly keeping conversation before his eyes drifted away and into whatever thought’s he was having. Thoughts he used to voice aloud, something you’d noticed happening less and less frequently.

Arda, sitting in the drivers seat, turns to you with a frown. You hadn’t even noticed the card hadn’t started. “Aşkım (my love)?” He drawls out quietly, making you turn to face him. “What’s wrong?”

Now or never.

“We… We’re okay, right?” You chew on your cheeks, eyes darting around his face in worry.

Arda’s face scrunches up, “of course we are.” He says sincerely, “why? Did you think we weren’t?”

Guilt consumes you. It’d all been in your head after all. “I’m sorry.. I just.. you’ve been withdrawn and I thought—I don’t know.” Your shoulders slump, “i’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Arda smiles sweetly, reaching out his hand to rub your cheek affectionately, “you’re right, i’ve been distant, it’s my fault.”

Your bottom lip juts out, “well, what’s wrong?”

He sighs, his hand dropping from your face to your hands, taking one in his own as he rubs small circles on it. “Just with how much i’ve been busy, I don’t want you to think you’re not just as important to me as my career is, because you are. I don’t want you to think I care about you less or—“

“Arda.” You interrupt, “I would never think that. I was scared you were pulling away because I upset you. I know you care.” A soft chuckle escapes your lips. Pulling his hand to your lips, you leave a soft kiss to his knuckles.

Relief washes over his face, “okay, okay. I’m sorry.” He lets go of your hand, pulling your face closer to his so he can press a dozen delicate kisses all over your face, mumbling a quiet, “I love you” between every one.

Your giggling comes to a halt when he presses two gentle kisses to your lips, ending it with a long, love filled kiss that left you both breathless. Lovesick smiles on your faces when he eventually pulls away, his hands still lingering on your face.

“I love you too.” You finally reply, no more worry in you.

(DTS) @halfwayhearted <3

[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

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

first Arda fic. enjoy <3

request from here

master list -> part 2

players/drivers 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 shr 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.

Het fingers grazed over one of his oversized t-shirts, a soft, faded one he often wore around the house. Without much thought, shr 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. “its 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.

[jsprnt]

meeting your boyfriend’s parents

arda güler x turkish! reader

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

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

"is this too much?"

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

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

jeans with a sweater, too hot.

a pair of trousers with a blouse, too formal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

which football club is türkiye's biggest and best?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you nod back, your heart calming down slowly.

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

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

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

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

"y/n! the footballer is here!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

muscle memory, you guess.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

they looked, strangely happy and relaxed..

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

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

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

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

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

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

"still.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.”

[shitsndgiggs]

PLAYER AND THE PRESS - ARDA GÜLER

Arda getting distracted by a young journalist

Arda Güler x journalist! reader

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As I entered the buzzing press area after the thrilling Euro match between Turkey and Georgia, my heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nerves.

At just 19, I couldn't believe I was here, about to interview Arda Guler, the young prodigy who had just been awarded Player of the Match.

Clutching my notepad and recorder tightly, I scanned the room until I spotted him, surrounded by cameras and reporters, his youthful face beaming with joy and satisfaction.

I approached him tentatively, trying to appear confident despite my racing thoughts.

"Arda, congratulations on an incredible performance tonight!" I greeted him with a smile, extending my hand.

He turned to me, his eyes briefly flickering with something I couldn't quite place. "Thank you so much!" His handshake was warm, and his smile widened as he added, "It's really nice to meet you."

I felt a rush of warmth at his genuine demeanor. "The pleasure is mine," I replied, trying to hide my own nerves.

"You were exceptional out there. How does it feel to win tonight and receive the Player of the Match award in such a crucial game?"

Arda's gaze lingered on me for a moment longer than expected, and when he spoke, there was a slight hesitation in his voice. "Um, it feels amazing, honestly. The team worked so hard, and to contribute like that is just... yeah, amazing."

I nodded, noting his slight stumble over his words. "Who has been your biggest inspiration on your journey to becoming such a standout player at such a young age?"

He blinked, seeming momentarily lost in thought. "My family, definitely. They've always supported me," he answered, his eyes meeting mine again with a sincerity that made my heart skip a beat.

"And, uh, players like Messi and Ronaldo, of course. They're legends."

I scribbled down his response, trying to maintain my professionalism despite the unexpected flutters in my stomach. "Looking ahead, what are your goals for the future, both personally and for the national team?"

Arda paused, his brow furrowing as he seemed to gather his thoughts. "Well, personally, I want to keep improving, keep learning. And for the national team, we want to keep pushing, qualifying for major tournaments, making our fans proud."

As our interview progressed, I noticed Arda's charming smile and occasional moments of distraction, his eyes seeming to drift away momentarily before returning to meet mine with genuine warmth.

Wanting to explore his thoughts further, I asked, "Arda, in such a high-stakes match, how do you manage to stay focused and maintain your composure?"

He blinked, his gaze momentarily unfocused as if lost in contemplation. "Sorry, could you repeat that?"

I repeated the question, noting the way his eyes lingered on mine as he gathered his thoughts. "Ah, staying focused... It's about trusting in the team, in our preparation. And also, just embracing the moment, you know?"

I nodded, jotting down his response. "Well, you certainly showed that tonight on the field."

"Thank you," he said again, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary, as if he wanted to say more.

As I gathered my notes and prepared to leave, Arda hesitated for a split second before speaking again. "Hey, um, would you... maybe like to grab something to eat after this? I know a great place nearby."

Surprised yet pleasantly taken aback by his invitation, I couldn't hide my smile. "I'd love to," I replied, feeling a rush of excitement.

Arda's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with a mix of enthusiasm and relief. "Great! I'll, uh, I'll see you after then."

[verspia]

Can you do a Angst Arda ff story where he has a bestfriend and a girlfriend but he only hangs out with his bestfriend and the reader starts to feel left out.

And it went on for about 2 months and the reader couldn’t hold it anymore because Arda barely spent time with her at her worst days and she leaves him at the end.

But there’s a plot twist.

She wanted to spend time with him because she was diagnosed with cancer but he obviously couldn’t so she left him with a goodbye letter where she confesses her feelings and he eventually feels guilty and regret.

WITH LOVE, • ARDA GÜLER

( pairing ) arda güler x reader

i actually love this request esp the best friend part because, real.

warnings - character death, maybe slight grammatical errors

Everyone had warned you about the girl best friend, that it was a world wide experience to most, if not all, girlfriends where they would be a third wheel in their own relationship.

You had been warned by everybody, a collection of stereotypes thrown at your way and your only way to refute them was, “well, the boyfriend wasn’t arda.”

You were so confident that Arda would never replace you, would never prioritise anyone else above you and at first, this confidence hadn’t been misplaced.

Arda made you feel like you were the moon in a sky full of stars. You were charmed by him, why wouldn’t you be?

Unfortunately you should’ve listened to your friends when they told you about the three month rule and the inevitable consequence of dating a man who had a girl best friend.

You should’ve listened when they said that a guy is only friends with a girl they find attractive.

You should’ve listened to them, when your dates became group hangouts, where your usual passenger princess seat was designated for Arda’s best friend because Arda had picked her up before he’d come to get you.

You should’ve heeded the warnings when you were left there blinking owlishly while Arda laughed himself off to an inside joke shared with another girl. With the best friend. With a girl that wasn’t you. He was laughing. At an inside joke. Something you couldn’t understand.

You had never felt more lonely, knowing that someone else had discovered the secret parts of Arda, your person, when you had only just began to scratch the surface.

You knew what he liked and what he didn’t, but she knew the stories behind his preferences, was there when he made these decisions. And it hurt, it felt like a knife twisting around your gut, because even though you were the one who held Arda’s hand, even though he was always there, he still managed to feel so far apart. Out of reach for you.

At first, it was easy to brush off the unease. They were best friends, after all, and you knew better than to be jealous. Arda was charming in his own right, with that effortless way of making everyone around him feel important. But as time went on, the charm began to wear thin, replaced by a growing ache in your chest that you couldn’t quite name.

It started with the little things, because it was always the little things, wasn’t it?

The way Arda’s eyes lit up when she walked into the room, a brightness in his eyes that you had noticed only rarely when he looked at you, a look that you had to work hard for that she so effortlessly attained.

The way he would talk about her, his best friend, and it was indisputable the way his voice would soften, laced with fondness and warmth that made your heart twist with something bitter.

You tried to ignore it, telling yourself it was nothing, that you were being paranoid, but the doubt lingered, gnawing at the edges of your happiness.

You remember the first time you truly felt like a third wheel. The three of you were out for dinner, and it had scared you, how fast date night had turned into more than just you and Arda alone.

The conversation flowed easily between them, a rhythm you struggled to keep up with. You laughed at their jokes, nodded along to stories you weren’t a part of, but it was like watching a movie you weren’t cast in. Arda made some offhand comment, and her laughter rang out, loud and free, and the pride in Arda’s eyes at eliciting that very reaction made you want to claw out your own. You had tried to join in, but the moment had already passed, leaving you feeling awkward and out of place.

It escalated to the point where you felt like you were watching them from behind a glass wall, there but only barely. You were only an onlooker, watching but never part of the moment.

You began to wonder whether Arda even realised you were there.

It hurt, but you swallowed the pain, telling yourself it was just your imagination. But the cracks in your relationship widened, little fissures that deepened with every glance, every shared moment you weren’t a part of. You tried to bring it up once, tried to tell Arda how you felt, but he brushed it off, laughing softly as he assured you there was nothing to worry about.

“You’re being silly,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then it was back to her again.

The kiss had meant to be warm, but you only felt a deep bone chilling cold, freezing you in place.

The little kiss on your forehead, a gesture of comfort, had brought more pain to you in that moment than anything else.

The pain had begun to grow so egregious, it had begun to affect you physically, that when you began to cough up blood, you had felt at first that it was only your bleeding heart. It wasn’t long after that when you started to feel the changes in your body. The fatigue that wouldn’t go away, the bruises that appeared without reason, the weight loss you couldn’t explain. You tried to ignore it, chalking it up to stress or exhaustion, but deep down, you knew something was wrong. You could feel it, a quiet dread settling in the pit of your stomach, growing heavier with each passing day.

Arda had been so caught up with her, he never noticed.

Of course a visit to the Doctor, alone, confirmed that you had a diagnosis of terminal cancer, and not just a severely broken heart.

You had sat there, in the cold sterile room, resigned at your fate, the doctor’s words echoing inside your head.

“We found something,” he had said, his voice gentle but firm. The words that followed blurred together, a litany of medical terms and probabilities, but the meaning was clear enough. It was cancer—aggressive, late-stage, the kind that doesn’t leave much room for hope.

You decided that you would keep this to yourself. Finding that telling Arda to be something more difficult than the entire ordeal you had been subjected to.

All you felt was if, when, your presence would disappear from Arda’s life, would he miss you? And then you shook your head, how could he, because you had already disappeared from Arda’s life ages ago.

You came to the realization that though you had still a beating heart, you were a ghost now, haunting the edges of a relationship that no longer felt like yours.

You went home that day, walking through the door as if nothing had changed. Arda greeted you with a smile, asking how your day was, and you answered with a lie that came too easily, your voice had remained steady, betraying nothing. You sat with him on the couch, feeling their warmth beside you, but all you could think about was how much time you had left—how many more moments like this you’d get,

You felt selfish, knowing that you weren’t breaking up with him even if your relationship had come to an end ages ago. You wanted to delude yourself into thinking that Arda, some part of him atleast, still loved you.

And when the pain became too much, when your body started to betray you with weakness and exhaustion, you found excuses. You were tired from work, you said. You weren’t feeling well, maybe just a cold. Arda would look at you with concern, but he believed you—why wouldn’t he? He had no reason to doubt you, no reason to think that something so terrible could be lurking just beneath the surface.

The days blurred into weeks, and the cancer spread, a silent invader you couldn’t stop. You could feel it inside you, gnawing away at your strength, your hope, your future. The pain was constant now, a dull ache that radiated through your bones, but you bore it in silence, hiding the worst of it behind closed doors. You were familiar with heartache, what was a little more agony?

But Arda was perspective, at least somewhat. He noticed how you’d down a pill after every meal, the pallor of your skin, and your ghostly complexion. He noticed the bags under your eyes, and how frail you’d gotten, but it was too late.

You felt the day arrive, the day you knew that your life had reached its end, and it had took all your energy to muster up the strength to write everything you had wanted to say into a letter.

Dear Arda,

I don’t know how to begin this letter, and even if I did, I’m not sure it would be enough to say all that I need to say. But I’m running out of time, and I need you to hear this, even if it’s only in the words I leave behind. By the time you read this letter, you’ll know why I’ve written it.

First, I want you to know I’ve always admired you, Arda. From the moment we met, I knew there was something special about you—something warm and bright that drew people in, like a lighthouse in the dark. I’ve watched you bring so much joy to those around you, and it hurt me incredibly when I realised that I never did the same for you, rather it was your best friend, but now that I’m going, i’m happy that you have someone who makes you just as happy as you do with everyone else.

I have told you this, but i’ll say it again,I love you, Arda. Even though loving you hurt me more than anything, i’m grateful to have met you, and I wish nothing but the best for you, I wish you happiness for eternity.

I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. I’m sorry for keeping you in the dark about what was happening to me, but I couldn’t bear the thought of you looking at me with pity, of you worrying about me when you already had so much on your shoulders. I didn’t want you to see me like this, broken and scared, knowing there was nothing you could do to stop it. You were always so strong, so solid, and I couldn’t bear to take that away from you.

By the time you read this, I’ll be gone, Cancer does that. I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye in person, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it together if I did. I wanted you to remember me as I was, not as I am now. I wanted you to keep that image of me in your mind, whole and happy, instead of the person I’ve become.

Anyway, I’m asking you to live your life, Arda. Don’t let my passing weigh on you. Don’t let it stop you from being the person you’re meant to be. I want you to be happy. I want you to find joy, even if it takes time. You deserve that. You deserve everything good in this world.

I loved you, Arda. I still do. And I’ll carry that love with me, wherever I’m going. Please don’t cry for me. Just remember me, and remember that I wanted you to live, really live, even after I’m gone.

With love,

You signed the letter and then, finally, you allowed yourself to cry.

Sobs wracked through your body, all the pain that you felt flowing out like a waterfall and that’s how you left, tear stained cheeks and curled up in bed.

It was pitiful, but it had been how you felt, Helpless.

When Arda came home that evening, he found the apartment eerily quiet. The air felt thick, heavy with something he couldn’t quite place. He called your name, but there was no answer. He knew you had been feeling off lately, more tired, more distant, but he never expected this. His heart pounded in his chest as he made his way through the apartment, a creeping dread settling in his stomach.

And then he saw you.

You were lying on the bed, your body still, too still. He rushed to your side, his breath catching in his throat as he called your name again, louder this time, but still no response. His hands shook as he reached out to touch you, his fingers trembling against your cold skin.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Please, wake up…”

But you were gone.

The realization hit him like a freight train, knocking the breath from his lungs. He collapsed beside you, his hands clutching at you desperately, as if he could somehow pull you back from the brink. Tears streamed down his face, hot and unrelenting, as the full weight of your loss crashed over him.

He found the letter on the nightstand beside the bed, your handwriting scrawled across the paper, shaky but familiar. With trembling hands, he unfolded it, his eyes scanning the words you had left behind for him. As he read, his tears fell harder, soaking the paper, smudging the ink.

The letter was like a knife to the heart. Every word was a reminder of how much you had suffered in silence, of how you had loved him, even as you were slipping away. He could barely breathe as he read your confession, and when he reached the end of the letter, regret consumed his being, enveloping and guilt drowned him.

He cried, his sobs wracking his body as he clutched the letter to his chest. He cried for you, for the time you didn’t have, for the things he never said. He cried for the feelings he hadn’t realized you felt, for the guilt that now gnawed at him, knowing you had kept this burden from him, from everyone. He cried because he couldn’t save you, because you were gone, and there was nothing he could do to bring you back.

But he cried most for his blindness, how couldn’t he have noticed how you had felt, how had he let you feel so unloved, so ignored.

Self loathing plagued him as he sat there, pondering whether he could have saved your life, only if he hadn’t been so stupid.

He wished for time to turn back, he wished to change the way he had treated you, but it was too late.

fin.

[halfwayhearted]

Arda Güler blurb where it’s their first date and it’s just cute fluff 💟 Thank you + ur fluff writing is adorbs xx and perhaps he’s like a hand holder so like wherever they go they hold hands or whatever! <3

Our Way To Fall — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

Summary: First date jitters? Well, not exactly. The moment he reached for your hand, you were already dreaming up the details of your second date together.

Word Count: 550+

Disclaimer/s — Fluff, no use of Y/N. ^_^

A/N: For my beautiful gorgeous bonk, Bea again… I love you!

You were sure you wanted to see this man again.

Perhaps you reached that joyous, yet eager realization when he first knocked on your door, holding a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, white lilies. Or maybe it was when he gazed at you with such complete and utter captivation, as if you were the only person in the world. It could have even been when he couldn’t help but shower you with compliments the entire time, making you feel truly cherished and adored.

The steps to figuring that out first started when you took the flowers from his grasp, brought them to your nose to inhale their fragrance, and looked up at him with a smile, “You didn’t have to. But these are gorgeous. Thank you.”

All the man could do was let a smile spread across his face and scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. Placing the bouquet down onto a side table, you grabbed your purse and stepped outside, closing the door behind you. That was when the first compliment came in.

“You look beautiful,” he finally stated, noticing how your smile seemed to brighten even more. There was nothing he wanted more than to see that sight all the time. He was sure of that.

Looking over at him as he opened the passenger side door for you, you replied, “Thank you. You clean up nice. Are you warm?”

Arda shrugged sheepishly, “Maybe too warm.”

With that, he got in, and the car ride to dinner transformed into something even more enjoyable. The two of you spent most of it laughing and talking animatedly about the things you liked, even loved. Every now and then, you’d catch him stealing glances at you when the car stopped at a red light. You were certain he wasn’t listening—how could he be? Until he’d repeat what you had said for clarification, and it would literally send a flutter through your chest and into your heart.

That flutter only seemed to worsen when you arrived, another compliment flowing from his lips as if it was something he could do daily. It wasn’t hard to keep the conversation going at all. You’d say something, and he’d reply with something that’d spark up another conversation. As did you.

But no, it wasn’t then that you realized you wanted to see him again. It was when you walked side-by-side, half eaten ice-cream cones in hand, laughing at a joke he made. His eyes twinkled with amusement, and after your laughter faded, you found a bench to sit on. You had both been done with your cones when you felt the soft brush of his pinky against your own.

You looked down at your hands before turning to look at him. You were so caught up in staring at him that you almost missed the two words that left his mouth, “Can I?”

Biting your bottom lip ever-so-delicately, you took his hand, turned his palm up, and intertwined your fingers with his in a dance of connection.

Arda didn’t say anything. He just let out a contented hum and stared at the cars driving by.

It was in that moment you realized you wanted not only a second date, but something more, and he, with equal certainty, had felt the same.

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DT(s) — @pedrilcvr ! ౨ৎ

[cherrynflowergarden]

Hey girly, do u tk requests?? If so can u plz do Kenan y. W a desi reader? It can be a fluff or whatever u like 💗

bf!kenan x desi!reader headcanons

masterlist taglist

bf!kenan who tries to learn as much as he can about your culture.

bf!kenan who learns hindi or your native language to impress you and your family.

bf!kenan who can't eat anything spicy but really loves the spicy foods.

bf!kenan who calls you "meri jaan" (my life).

bf!kenan who loves when you wear traditional kurtis and sarees.

bf!kenan who does the "hayeee" expression with a hand on his heart. (yaar me and who)

bf!kenan who recreates all the iconic bollywood moments with you.

bf!kenan who becomes a bollywood enthusiast when he starts dating you.

bf!kenan who loves to go on street food dates. he definitely has an unhealthy obsession with pani puris.

bf!kenan who loves when you apply mehndi (henna) on your hands. he definitely dots way too much after you when you have henna clad hands.

bf!kenan who demands you to put mehndi every festival.

bf!kenan who enjoys so much in a big fat desi wedding.

bf!kenan who starts using random hindi words in daily conversations.

"bhai (bro) let's go there tomorrow" "haa haa (yes) sure" "he's pagal (insane)"

bf!kenan who looks like a bomb in kurta. (likeeee imagine him with black kurta and folded sleeves mai mar gayi)

bf!kenan who side eyes people who say chai tea.

bf!kenan who will match his kurta to your saree. (bhagwan mai kab)

bf!kenan who had a hard time convincing your desi parents that he indeed is a good boyfriend for their daughter, but now gets damaad (son in law) treatment from them. your parents call him "beta" (son) and he loves every second of it.

an; THIS IS WHAT I WANT OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DESI READER REQUEST 🌷🌷🌷my mind is completely blank rn omg so sorry this was short but more desi!reader x someone soon???

taglist; @eirianna @thebasicbiatch @katamcauley @wxnyzie @lilmear-blog @vrlixlia @star-fuck-off @embonbon @idkversace @annawilk @r0nnsblog @weluvwbb @c1ydessturniolo @vintagebishx @maddie-belle @timmdmdm @happydiplomatshepherdspy-blog @crispycitrus @faith-f1 @escapentropy @florscons @carlossainzwho @luckylampzonkland @lewisroscoelove @mudryklover @rageshots @dontworryaboutit007 @chair-things @myangelbaby555 @sheesh1311 @f1lovely @silia1raf @blahbel668 @my-dinos-life-is-good @ssturniolo92 @lilly6110 @lou-larcher5 @arminluvrr @mxryxmfooty @gabri3la-sturns @bellsboops @f1-and-shiz

[think-like-a-poet]

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."

[skylinesnsunshines]

୨⎯ "sky's masterlist" ⎯୧

hi everyone! welcome to my masterlist <3 this masterlist will continuously be updated as i release more work. please read the GUIDELINES before requesting, and please keep in mind that i am a full time university student, as well as i have a job so i will try my best to complete the request but also prioritising readings that i feel drawn to. if you are interested in a personal reading, feel free to message me and click here for prices and different readings you are interested in. click here for reviews from my readings. if you’re wanting to do an exchange reading, my dm’s are open! please send me yours first 🩷

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PICK A CARDS

what your next significant partner is like?

the person you're becoming in a year

july 2024 messages

KPOP READINGS

boy groups

got7

got7 current energies reading (feb 27 2021)

bambam ideal type + as a boyfriend

hyung line ideal type + as a boyfriend

youngjae & yugyeom ideal type + as a boyfriend

jackson and bibi dynamics

bambam energy check in (sept 2024)

exo

coming soon

monsta x + wonho

i.m ideal type + as a boyfriend

jooheon ideal type + as a boyfriend

tomorrow x together

soobin current energy reading (mar 18 2021)

taehyun ideal type + as a boyfriend

yeonjun ideal type + as a boyfriend

soobin & beomgyu ideal type + as a boyfriend

the boyz

kevin moon ideal type + as a boyfriend

q as a boyfriend

jacob as a boyfriend

stray kids

bang chan ideal type + as a boyfriend

changbin ideal type + as a boyfriend

nct + wayv

mark lee ideal type + as a boyfriend

taeyong ideal type

jisung ideal type

ikon + b.i

bobby ideal type

treasure

haruto ideal type + as a boyfriend

girl groups

kiss of life

current energies (mar 19 2024)

twice

sana personality reading

K SOLOISTS

bibi

jackson and bibi dynamics

NON KPOP READINGS

arsenal fc

2024/2025 season reading

jude bellingham

personality reading

as a boyfriend

ideal type

riccardo calafiori

personality reading

ideal type + as a boyfriend

arda güler

natal chart breakdown

héctor bellerín

personality reading

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[tasksweekly]

[TASK 033: TURKEY]

Shout out to anon for inspiring this task! There’s a masterlist below compiled of over 130+ Turkish faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever character or whichever project you desire.

Any questions can be sent here and all tutorials have been linked below the cut for ease of access! REMEMBER to tag your resources with #TASKSWEEKLY and we will reblog them onto the main! This task can be tagged with whatever you want but if you want us to see it please be sure that our tag is the first five tags!

THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

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THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK -  examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite Turkish faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by a Turkish artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on Turkish culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

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Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST! 

Note: If you’re using this masterlist for casting purposes please do further research before casting any of the following, it was difficult finding sources for most of these and don’t know if they’re ethnically or nationally Turkish. Many thanks.

Female:

Nebahat Çehre (72) Turkish - actress

Turkish (71) Turkish - actress, screenwriter & director.

Demet Akbağ (57) Turkish - actress

Aydan Şener (54) Turkish - actress

Hülya Avşar (54) Turkish / Kurdish - actress, pop folk singer, businesswoman, columnist, fashion designer, magazine editor, professional tennis player & former beauty pageant titleholder.

Zerrin Tekindor (52) Turkish - actress & painter.

Vahide Perçin (51) Rumelian Turkish - actress.

Vendela Kirsebom (50) Turkish, Norwegian - model  actress.

Meltem Cumbul (47) Turkish - actress & TV personality.

Lisa Marie Varon (46) Puerto Rican / Turkish - professional wrestler.

Anna Silk (43) English, Turkish, Cypriot - actress.

Tina Kandelaki (41) Georgian, Greek/Pontic/Pontian Greek / Armenian, Turkish - journalist, public figure, TV presenter & producer.

Fadik Sevin Atasoy (41) Turkish - actress.

Songül Öden (40) Zaza - actress.

Nurgül Yeşilçay (40) Turkish - actress.

Ahu Türkpençe (40) Turkish - actress.

Ceyda Düvenci (39) Kırklareli / Thessaloniki - actress.

Maya Jupiter (38/39) Mexican / Turkish - rapper, songwriter & radio personality.

Özgü Namal (38) Turkish - actress, singer, songwriter, director & screenwriter.

Mine Tugay (38) Turkish - actress.

Selma Ergeç (38) Turkish-German - actress, beauty pageant titleholder, model, designer, philologist, psychologist & doctor.

Ayda Field (37) Turkish / possibly English - actress.

Çağla Kubat (37) Turkish - Turkish model, actress & windsurfer.

Zeynep Beşerler (37) Turkish - actress.

Burcu Kara (37) Turkish - actress.

Aslı Tandoğan (37) Turkish - actress & harpist.

Sibel Kekilli (36) Turkish - actress

Demet Evgar (36) Turkish - actress

Nehir Erdoğan (36) Turkish - actress

Nur Fettahoglu (36) Turkish - actress.

Cansu Dere (36) Turkish - actress, model & beauty pageant runner-up

Ayse Tezel (36) Turkish / Anglo-New Zealander - actress.

Sedef Avcı (35) Turkish - model & actress.

Deniz Çakır (35) Turkish - actress

Azra Akın (35) Turkish-Dutch - actress, dancer, model & beauty queen.

Tuba Büyüküstün (34) Crimea / Crete, Turkish nationality - actress.

Belçim Bilgin (34) Turkish - actress.

Didem Balçın (34) Turkish - actress.

Bergüzar Korel (34) Turkish - actress.

Erin Kaplan (33/34) Turkish, Dutch - model & television personality.

Meryem Uzerli (33) Turkish / German - actress & model.

Aylin Tezel (33) Turkish / German - actress.

Beren Saat (33) Turkish - actress.

Bade İşcil (33) Turkish - actress.

Naz Elmas (33) Turkish - actress.

Saadet Aksoy (33) Turkish, Egyptian, Greek - actress.

Pelin Karahan (32) Turkish - actress.

Birce Akalay (32) Turkish - actress.

Funda Onal (32) Turkish - model & dancer.

Berrak Tüzünataç (32) Turkish - actress.

Aslı Enver (32) Turkish - actress.

Seda Güven (32) Turkish - actress

Eda Özerkan (32) Turkish - actress.

Daphne Öz (31) Turkish, some Circassian / Italian, Irish, Cornish, Swedish, Swiss-German - auther & television host.

Alice Greczyn (31) French, Japanese, Polish, Chinese, Korean, German, Irish, Native American, Scotch, English, Greek, Hungarian, Turkish, Swedish and Czech - actress & model.

Hadise (31) Turkish - singer, dancer, songwriter & television personality.

Hande Doğandemir (31) Turkish - actress, TV host & sociologist.

Fahriye Evcen (30) Circassian, her paternal family are Turkish who immigrated from Kavala - actress.

Elçin Sangu (30) Circassian - actress & model.

Selen Soyder (30) Turkish - actress, activist, model & beauty pageant titleholder.

Ezgi Asaroğlu (29) Turkish - actress.

Merve Boluğur (29) Turkish - actress.

Ceyda Ateş (29) Turkish - actress.

Sinem Kobal (29) Turkish - actress.

Atiye (28) Turkish / Dutch - pop singer.

Xenia Deli (27) Moldovan /  Turkish - model.

Leyla Lydia Tuğutlu (27) Turkish - actress.

Farah Zeynep Abdullah (26) Turkish - actress.

Hazal Kaya (26) Turkish - actress.

Serenay Sarıkaya (25) Turkish - actress and model.

Neslihan Atagül (24) Turkish - actress.

Gizem Karaca (24) Turkish - actress & model.

Lara Melda (23) Turkish / British - pianist.

Hande Erçel (23) Turkish - actress.

Melisa Şenolsun (20) Turkish - actress.

Sude Zulal Güler (?) Turkish - actress.

Male:

Halit Akçatepe (79) Turkish - actor.

Şener Şen (75) Turkish - actor.

Metin Akpınar (75) Turkish - actor & comedian.

Çetin Tekindor (71) Turkish - actor.

Kadir İnanır (67) Turkish - film actor & director.

Ferhan Şensoy (66) Turkish - playwright, actor and stage director.

Haluk Bilginer (62) Turkish - actor.

Altan Erkekli (62) Turkish - actor.

Erkan Can (58) Turkish - actor.

Ferzan Özpetek (58) Turkish - film director & screenwriter.

Serhat (52) Turkish - singer, producer & television presenter.

Fikret Kuşkan (51) Turkish - actor.

Yılmaz Erdoğan (49) Kurdish - filmmaker, actor & poet.

Erdal Beşikçioğl (47) Turkish - actor.

Halit Ergenç (46) Turkish - actor.

Nejat İşler (45) Turkish - actor.

Necati Şaşmaz (45) Turkish - actor.

Engin Günaydın (45) Turkish - actor & comedian.

Yiğit Özşener (44) Turkish - actor.

Burak Hakkı (44) Turkish - actor.

Cansel Elçin (43) Turkish - actor.

Cem Yılma (43) Turkish - comedian, actor, musician, filmmaker, scenarist & cartoonist,

Kenan İmirzalıoğlu (42) Turkish - actor and former model.

Mehmet Günsür (41) Turkish - model, actor and producer.

Haluk Piyes (41) Turkish-German - actor.

Hal Ozsan (40) Turkish-Cypriot - actor.

Okan Yalabık (38) Turkish - actor.

Murat Yıldırım (37) Kurdish / Arab, Turkish nationality - actor.

Engin Altan Düzyatan (37)  Turkish - actor.

Mehmet Akif Alakurt (37) Turkish - actor & model.

Mert Fırat (36) Turkish - actor & screenwriter.

Engin Akyürek (35) Turkish - actor.

Buğra Gülsoy (35) Turkish - actor, architect, director, graphic designer & photographer.

Tolgahan Sayışman (35) Turkish - actor.

Kadir Doğulu (24) Turkish - actor.

Dennis Roady (33) German, possibly other / Turkish - internet personality.

Burak Özçivit (32) Turkish - actor and model.

Arda Turan (30) Turkish - footballer.

Barış Arduç (29) Albanian, Turkish nationality - actor.

Emre Turkmen (28) Turkish - musician.

Deniz Akdeniz (26) Turkish - actor.

Aras Bulut İynemli (26) Turkish - actor.

Çağatay Ulusoy (26) Bosniak / Bolgerian, Turkish nationality  - actor.

Skandar Keynes (25) English / Lebanese, Persian, Turkish - actor.

Enes Kanter (24) Turkish - basketball player.

Ekin Koç (24) Turkish - actor.

Hakan Çalhanoglu (23) Turkish - footballer.

Emre Can (23) Turkish - footballer.

Sam Pottorff (21) Arabic, Turkish and White - vlogger.

Güven Kıraç (?) Turkish - actor.

Erdal Özyağcılar (?) Turkish - actor.

Alperen Duymaz (?) Turkish - actor.

Uğur Yücel (?) Turkish - actor, producer & director.

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Taylor Marie Hill (20) Irish, Scottish, Turkish, and Native American - racism (x)

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