#arda guler fluff

[spidybaby]

Makeup Voice-over

Madrid Boys x Influencer!Reader

Summary: You ask your boyfriend for help to record the voice-over of your makeup routine.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: Hi guys! Many of you asked me to do a version of Barca Boys but with Madrid guys. I took the most mentioned in the requests, hope you like it, love you 🙂‍↔️❤️

Jude

"So, I just have to do say what you are doin'?" He asks, confused while you place the airpods on his ears.

"Yes, baby." You smile at him.

"What if I don't know the name of the product?" He asks, worried. "Or the name of the tool?"

"Jude, just do it your way, call it whatever."

"Alright, boss." He smiles.

You left the room, leaving him to do it alone. You walk with a laundry basket to the laundry room. Wanting to be surprised with the video once it's done.

Jude does what you told him, play the video, and start to say what you are applying with a lot of detail.

"Hello' mates, I'm Y/n, your favorite one. Today, I'm doing a tutorial so you can look as amazing as I do."

He chuckles as he stops the video. You recorded in parts so he could pause and do the voice over slowly.

"I'm applying this green gel, I think that's for hair." He says, confused. "Oh, on my face, okay." He doesn't understand why you would apply that to your face. "Now I'm grabbing this and putting drops of it on my face. As you can see, it's the same color as my skin." He explains.

He takes a pause to drink some water.

"With a sponge, I know that cause my amazing boyfriend who I adore gave it to me!" He says proudly. "I spread it all over my face, then you grab another product with the same color and put it under your eye, in your chin, in your forehead."

He tries to understand what you are doing but he doesn't really know much about makeup and he doesn't really know much about the names.

"Okay, so now you need to use powder, place it all over the stuff you just spread." He confusingly says. "Now I know this one, you need to blush your face just like when my perfect boyfriend gives me a compliment. Love you, darling." He chuckles.

He feels happy that he knows what you are doing, he might be dumb but he wasn't dumb to blush.

"Now apply brown powder cause why not." He explains. "Also, now with a brush, you grab this other brown powder and apply it to the eye, close it before, we don't want to become blind."

He praised himself for the knowledge.

"Now that your eyes are powdered with brown, you grab an even darker brown and do it to only a part of your eye." He says, obviously thinking he is correct. "Now you take this shiny powder and apply it to the other part of your eye, yes."

He pauses again, taking a other sip of his drink.

"Okay, mates, and you grab this mascara. Yes, that's the name. Write it down. You apply it to the lashes twice, apparently."

You are downstairs finishing with loading the washing machine, not thinking that it was going to be as funny as it was being.

"Now we apply lipstick, but if I'm being honest let's skip it, fuck!" He says, very confident. "Oh, shit. Not this glossy thing. Okay, apply a glossy thing to your lips but don't kiss your man because that will end up on his lips."

He hates gloss, everybody knows that now.

"And then you spray your face, why? I don't know." He chuckles. "Thank you guys, now go buy a real madrid jersey with the number 5, bye."

Kylian

"Bonjour à tous, je suis Y/n."

"Kyks, in English, please!" You say from the kitchen. He was recording the voice-over on the couch.

"Anyways, today I'm doing my skin care and makeup. Let's start." He says in a very sweet tone. "First wash your face if you don't disgusting."

You can't help but laugh at him.

"Shhh, I'm working here." He says, trying not to laugh. "You now need to pass this cotton thing with this mmm, water?" He questions.

You shake your head, he tries to praise that he knows everything but clearly don't.

"Pass it around and let it dry." He nods at himself. "Then you need to apply this silicony gel, make sure it's spead correctly because if not you will root and die."

"Kylian!" You warn him. "You can't say that to people."

"I know what I'm doing, mademoiselle." He tells you. "Now that you did, apply foundation on this plate and add some of your skin care. Why? Don't know, but do it just like I do."

He pauses the video to talk to you.

"What is the plate?" He asks.

"It's a mixing pallette." You explain. "You use it to mix products."

He nods, understanding. "Now you pick it up with a brush, applying it to your face. Blend it up calmly because if not, you might break an arm." He chuckles. "Then you move to your small foundation, I think that's not what is called but Google it. It's Dior as you can see."

He makes sure to say it because when you did a video asking him to guess the price he was impressed that Dior had makeup.

"Once that's done, you grab this brown cream. Grab the brush and take some product, apply to the forehead and the cheeks." He explains. "And grab this blush, one dot on each cheek, blend it."

You smile at how he looks like he is enjoying doing it.

"Grab the powder and powder yourself, make sure to be very powder, or you'll be all wet with the other products, and you will be the clown of the party."

You cover your mouth, can't believe how extra he was being.

"Then you'll grab another brown product, applying it again, same with the blush, do it again. Don't worry if it seems wasteful. Make your boyfriend get you another one."

He chuckles, knowing that he was being a hit.

"Now you need to move to the eyes. You are going to grab a pallette and apply a color to the eyes. You then gran your marker and draw a line, make it sharp, it needs to be able to cut the enemies."

You shake your head no, laughing at him being so extra.

"Once you do that, you need to apply more lashes, bigger ones." He explains. "They glue to the eyelid, and once it's done, grab a mascara, apply it."

You move from the kitchen to where he is. "Almost done? The food is ready."

He nods. "You are going to grab a color pencil. Paint your lips with it because you'll need it for the lipstick. When you are done, you need to apply a spray."

He tries to remember the name of that spray but he can't.

"And done, now I leave to go to a Real Madrid game to see my boyfriend, love you Kylian, the best, vote for him on La Liga player of the month, bye."

Arda

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" He asks, very shyly.

"Yes, love." You smile, caressing his face. "It's just a voice-over of my makeup tutorial."

"But I'll mess up things."

"No, you won't." You smile. "Just name things as you think they are, okay?"

"Okay."

He walks over to your studio, you let him alone to do it because he asked you to.

"Okay, shit." He takes a deep breath. "Hello everyone, my girlfriend is doing a makeup tutorial. First, she's applying this skin color cream with an eggy looking sponge."

He's confuse at the sponge but won't pay mind to it.

"Then you need to grab another skin color cream. This one is, I think, a little bit more bright, or maybe it's the light." He says, very confused. "You need to hit your face with the sponge and move the cream around. Then you are going to grab a big brush, she's using one I gave her for her birthday, don't ask me, my mom helped me." He chuckles

He didn't lie. He got you a lot of makeup things for your birthday. Thanks to his mom, he got everything right because he was lost.

"Now, with another brush, she's grabbing this thing to make her face have shape or something like that. You need to apply it to the jawline, the cheek, your nose, everywhere basically."

He's confuse about why is it everywhere, but he won't question you.

"Okay, now a different brush. This has been in her collection for a long time, I know cause I once almost broke it, and she told me that." He chuckles. "You grab this pinky powder, apply it to the cheeks and I don't know why she's also applying it on the top of her nose and on her eyelids."

He's confused at why you are doing that but won't complain. He isn't a woman, he can't argue with you about it.

"Okay, now she's using this eye makeup. She likes orange, and she will use it on her eyes. This makeup was when we played with the orange jersey. Love that jersey. Also, the white one is cool, but this one has its own thing."

He's rambling, but you don't mind about it. It was supposed to be something fun for you and him. So you told him to be himself and to ramble if he wants.

"After the eyes, she usually grabs this lash comb, makes her eyelashes grow, they look amazing." He admires the image of you. "She doesn't like gloss or lipstick, so she's using this belly thing on her lips, tapping it with her fingers to make it seem natural."

He was almost done. He knows it because when you do this, you then apply a spray and say you are done.

"To finish you grab this spray, it makes your makeup last. Why? I'm not sure, but I just trust the process, apparently." He says, trying not to chuckle. "Now we are done, and as you can see, she looks amazing. Thank you for watching."

Brahim

"Bueno gente, let's start this." Brahim says. "You'll need to be pretty cause if you are not as pretty as me, sad." He says.

You shake your head no, trying not to let the big laugh you are holding out.

"You need to use some foundation, I use this one from Rihanna." He mentions, not sura about brands but dealing with it. "You grab the sponge, hit your face with it, hard please so you can stamp that makeup on."

You lost it, letting the laugh out.

"Shhh, amor venga!" He says. "Okay, move on, you grab your concealer. In this case, I couldn't sleep because I like to watch my boyfriend who is very handsome, guapo el chico!"

You laugh again.

"You then grab this powder, also grab this triangle, press the powder, and then place it under the eyes, the forehead, the cheeks." He explains, feeling like a pro. "You then grab that cocoa powder lookalike. Then please grab a brush and a blush, I love the kiko one, muy bueno, mucho pimiento!"

"Pigmento!" You laugh

"Exactly," He says. "Now I don't like to add much eye shadow, I place this light brown, como café corto de leche, then I add highlight."

"Coffee with light milk?" You ask.

"Shhh, guapa." He says, waving his hand. "To finish, I apply my favorite mascara. It's named better than sex, even tho it is not because my boyfriend joder!"

You almost pee yourself from how hard you are laughing at his silliness.

"Now, apply a lip oil and go around your day." He says sassy. "Also, don't forget to go and see my boyfriend, The Brahim Diaz, highlights on La Liga Instagram. Adiós, kiss kiss." He finishes with a kiss sound.

[pedriache]

i have a arda güler request.

where him and the reader had a fight and she was like you are sleeping on the couch and he didnt want it at first but he was so mad that ge thought he will sleep on the couch and he slept on the couch but the reader got scared bc (idk you can think smth) and went to him to sleep with him on the couch and he woke up asked her what she's doinh and she was just cuddling with him.

thank youuuu sorry for the bad english🥹

Quilt of steam — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

Summary: After an argument with Arda, you make him sleep on the couch. It ended up only punishing you though, because now you were scared to sleep alone. You end up folding and join him on the couch.

Word count: 561

Disclaimer/s: arguing , anger , angst to fluff , hurt/comfort . + being scared

A/N: ahhh this req got me goood omg thank youu !! i hope it’s to your liking <3

“The couch. Now.” That was the last sentence you said to your boyfriend before calling it a night. He’d rolled his eyes, not believing you’d demand that.

“Oh come on…” Arda’s words drawled out of his mouth, only furthering your annoyance. “You cannot be serious! Let’s just go to bed.”

He moved toward said bed, and you’d spewed out a chorus of, ‘no’s’ until he stopped. Arda rubs a hand over his face before throwing up his hands in defeat.

“Fine! Whatever.” And then he left, grabbing a blanket before slamming the door shut.

When he was finally gone, you had gotten ready for bed and put on your comfort show, ‘Criminal Minds’. Bad idea. It was a very, very bad idea.

Usually, you had Arda to snuggle into when you got scared. Now, you only had an empty bed and your brain was churning. The dark room terrified you, the door to your closet being slightly cracked did nothing to suppress your anxieties.

With a long, deep breath, you grab your small blanket and an extra pillow, you prepare yourself for the run of your life.

It’d taken you three minutes to get from the bedroom to the living room, where you found your boyfriend fast asleep on the couch. Your lips pull into a frown at the sight.

Guilt swarmed you as you took in his appearance through the dim light that the moon provided. His bottom lip was pushed out, like he’d fallen asleep frowning.

Sighing, you take off your slippers and lower yourself onto the couch, making sure to be as gentle as possible. You didn’t want to wake him, just lay with him.

For a moment, you thought you were successful. He hadn’t stirred or anything. With one last risky move, you rest your arm across his chest, and lay your head on his shoulder, taking one final look at Arda before closing them.

“What’re you doing?” Arda asks, his voice surprising you. Your eyes snap open and you would’ve accidentally thrown yourself off the couch if it hadn’t been for Arda’s arm wrapping securely around you.

Now flush against your boyfriend, as he’d pulled you practically on top of him, you give him a sheepish smile. “I was scared, didn’t want to sleep alone..” You explain weakly, feeling all too embarrassed over it.

Arda’s eyes are still only half open, but his lips still pull into a grin. “I told you, you need to stop watching that show before bed.” He teases, his thumbs rubbing circles into your waist.

Your eyes roll at his words. “Okay, well, that’s a hard no.” You pause then, “I know you’re still probably mad, but can I stay here.”

Without hesitation, Arda hums, his head bobbing slightly. “Of course.” His fingers thread through your hair, pulling your head closer to rest in the nape of his neck.

The leftover anger you held from earlier dissipated the second he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “I’m sorry.” You mumble, eyes fluttering shut.

“I’m sorry, too.” He mutters, “I love you.”

Oh you were definitely not upset anymore, well… not upset at him. You were still upset with yourself, upset that you’d gotten so angry at him.

“I love you, too.” Within the next few moments, both of you had fallen fast asleep in the comfort of each others arms.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[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.

[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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[cherrynflowergarden]

જ⁀➴ dressed in love || arda guler

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arda adjusted his cufflinks, his eyes flicking to his girlfriend, who stood in front of the mirror, looking a bit shy but radiant in her one shoulder navy gown. tonight was a big night; a high-class gala and he wanted everything to be perfect.

he stepped behind her, smiling softly as he held up the necklace he'd given her on her birthday—a delicate diamond piece that sparkled just enough, elegant and sophisticated. as he leaned to clasped it around her neck, his fingers brushed her skin making them both smile. she glanced up, her eyes meeting his in the mirror as they shared a warm affectionate gaze. "it looks perfect on you," he murmured, his hands lingering on her shoulders. "you look perfect, darling."

when it was time for him to put on his blazer, she moved close, her hands carefully smoothing the fabric over his shoulders and helping him tie his tie. she bit her lip in concentration, adjusting it just right, while arda chuckled, admiring how adorably focused she looked.

the two of them exchanged soft words and little laughs — basking in each other’s presence. in this quiet moment before the gala, they were just two teens in love, caught up in the warmth of each other, not the prim perfect couple for the camera.

an; IM SO SOO SOOO SORRY THAT IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO WRITE FOR ARDA😣 he's such a cutie tho🫶🫶🫶 i hope you arda requesters are satisfied 😭 anyways do we like this title font more or the previous quote font one??

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[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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[menteycorazoncito]

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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

[pedriache]

i’m going to kidnap him and reenact this one day… just u wait ….

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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DT(s) — @planetpedri + @spidybaby ! ౨ৎ

[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🥹

[eth-edwards-73]

hey do you write fluff for arda guler?

yes i do, i haven't written anything for him yet but if you want something specific, just ask :)

[pedriache]

ARDA GÜLERRR

I need more fics about him my baby is underrated.

Can you maybe write something about the reader has a headache and arda is playing an game or something and is really loud and she just tries to make the headache stop so she put her head on his stomach waiting for it to stop and he is massaging her head and tries to comfort her.

just having migraine all day and i need comfortttt

Lover’s Grip — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’d had a headache for hours, and your boyfriend being loud was not helping.

Word count: 332

Disclaimer/s: reader has headache, feels ill, hurt/comfort sort of (?), fluff.

A/N: so sorry i didn’t even see this till like 15 hrs later ..

So. Loud.

He was being so loud and your head was pounding.

Stumbling out of your bedroom, you narrow your eyes. Hand’s clamping around your ears tightly. “Arda.” You grumble, although quietly as any speaking sent a new wave of pain straight to your skull.

He doesn’t seem to hear though, his headphone’s over his own ears, blocking you out. He’s laughing, speaking into the mic, completely oblivious to you.

“Arda.” You hiss a little louder, moving into his line of sight. The boy’s smile drops the second he sees you, instantly taking his headphones off.

“Hey…” He says slowly, “what’s wrong?”

“You’re being too loud.” You sigh, “I have a raging headache, please be quiet.”

Concern for his girlfriend takes over the importance of his game, so he bids a quick farewell to whoever he was playing with. “Shit, i’m sorry.” He says softly, beckoning you toward him.

You flop onto the couch beside him, and he instantly pulls you closer to him. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He sighs, shuffling the both of you around.

Now lying on his back, he pulls you to his chest. “I couldn’t get up, my head was spinning.” You explain quietly, eyes clamping shut to drown out the pain in any way.

“‘M sorry.” He mumbles, hands coming up to gently massage your scalp. You exhale slowly, relishing in the relief it provided.

You grow quiet, too focused in on the feeling to respond, but Arda didn’t need you to reply, he just wanted you to feel better.

After a new minutes of his massage, you finally gain the courage to speak without worrying about the ache it might cause. “It’s alright.. this feels good.” You hum.

“Do you need anything? Painkillers or water or—“ He starts listing things to help, only shutting up when you chuckle lightly.

“Just this, all I needed is this.” He relaxes at your words, lifting his head to place a kiss to the top of your head.

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DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[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."

[pedriache]

hai! :3 arda imagine where he allllllways covers his mouth when he laughs and reader slowly starts doing the same with how much he does it and it’s just him teasing reader and her being flustered

Better distractions — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’d picked up on a habit your boyfriend had, and he couldn’t help but tease you about it.

Word count: 600

Disclaimer/s: This is just FLUFF!

A/N: this actually has me so sick

The cold breeze nipped at your cheeks and your nose, the only solace to it was the warm cup of coffee in your hands. Your boyfriend sat across the wooden table from you, a cup of warm tea in his own hands. You loved this weather no matter how cold you got, the lights strewn across the trees providing an array of colors across the both of you.

Arda was telling you a story about what happened with Jude a week prior. His eyes forming slits as he laughed, his hand coming up to cover his mouth, a habit he had formed long before either of you met.

Smiling at the sound that left his lips, a sound you’d grown to love, you take a sip of your coffee and swallow. “Tell me another story.” You insist.

Arda wasn’t usually this talkative, and you wanted it to continue. You loved to hear him talk as much as possible, since it was you who did the talking most of the time.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to-“ He stops talking when he notices the way your head tilted to the side eyebrows raising, giving him a look he knew all too well. Your silent way of scolding him, ‘Arda. Come on.’

“Fine! Fine! No need to give me that look.” He raises his hands in surrender, “okay, so—“

He’s talking again, this time telling you a story from his childhood. His eyes widen the longer he speaks, using more dramatic forms to tell the story. He uses his hands while he speaks, causing your amusement to grow.

At the peak of his story, the funniest part, you start to laugh. Subconsciously, your hand comes up to cover your mouth, something you hadn’t noticed but your boyfriend does.

He’d stopped his story instantly, too distracted by your actions to continue. He wanted to savor that moment. Your laughter dies down when you realize he’s stopped speaking, “uhhh… why’d you stop?”

Arda smirks, “do you realize what you just did? Or are you trying to mock me?” His eyebrow tips upward accusatorially.

Setting your coffee cup down on the table, you cock your head to the side in confusion. “What are you talking about? What’d I do?” You genuinely did not realize what you had done.

That fact only makes Arda’s heart swell. “You laughed and covered your mouth. I mean, it was cute and all, but did you seriously not do that on purpose?” His lips still turned up in amusement at the whole situation.

You shake your head adamantly, “i’m serious! I didn’t do it consciously! And it’s only cute when you do it, thats your thing.” You huff, crossing your arms defiantly.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s cute that you’re picking up on things I do, even though we’ve only been dating for two months.” He says, wriggling his eyebrows teasingly.

Rolling your eyes, you lean back in your chair. “Two months of having to be around you constantly! Not my fault you’re clingy.” You shoot back, turning the tables on him.

Arda gawks at you. There was no way this conversation turned back on him. “Hey! This is not about me! And I am not clingy? Am I?”

“You are, but it’s adorable, don’t you worry.” You smile, leaning forward again, putting your elbows on the table, and resting your head in your palms.

Arda watches you, eyes darting around your face, “you still did my laugh.” He points out.

“Please don’t ruin the moment.” You groan, head tipping forward as your hair falls across your face, hiding your smile.

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DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[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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[pedriache]

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

[pedriache]

I will come with an Arda req bc I'm too obsessed with him rn.🤭

Can I get smth like where Arda wants to ask his bestfriend to move in with him but he is scared but little do they know they have a crush on each other and she is like i will move in if i can have half of you wardrobe bc everyone knows i have more clothes then you and he is like its bc half what you own is mine and she's telling him no but the sweater she is wearing is his and they are cuddling on the sofa watching tv and then they're like coming together

To the bone — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

Summary: Arda was nervous to propose the idea of you moving in with him, but you say ‘yes’ immediately, with one condition.

Word count: 570+

Disclaimer/s: fluff !

A/N: I lowk didn’t know what the last part meant but i just improvised

The TV’s noise was quiet compared to the laughter escaping your lips. Arda had popped a joke out of nowhere, making fun of something the character had just said. You two were enjoying a nice, relaxing movie night together, as you always did on Saturday.

You were resting comfortably against him as his arm draped around your shoulder. You two were always a little more affectionate than the average friends, but neither of you minded.

There’s a long beat of silence after, where Arda finally gains the courage to ask you just what he’d been pondering for months now. He says your name softly to gain your attention, and when you’re looking up at him, he falters. His brain momentarily going to mush before he regains his composure.

“You should move in with me.” He blurts, panicking when your eyebrows pull together and your mouth parts but nothing comes out. “I mean—you already practically live here. I couldn’t name a day in this past week where you haven’t been here for less than fifteen hours.”

He did have a point, and either way you would’ve said yes. You loved the idea of living with him, but you simply had not expected him to ask out of the blue.

“Well.. okay. I just have one condition.” You pull your lips into a thin line as Arda waits patiently, ignoring the thumping of his heart. “I get half of your closet. I mean, everyone and their mother’s know I have more clothes than you. So, I’m going to need that extra space.”

Arda laughs, his eyes forming slits and the sides crinkling. You could never get used to how adorable he looked laughing. “That’s because half of the clothes you own are mine.”

You gasp in offense, “excuse you? That is so not true.” You mindlessly grip the string of your hoodie, which Arda seemed to be staring at with a quirked eyebrow. “What?” You huff.

Arda’s eyes flicker from your eyes to the hoodie, his head cocking to the side. “It’s ‘not true’, yet you’re wearing one of my hoodies literally as we speak.”

Oh. Well, okay. He had a point.

“Oh.” You gulp, “okay, point proven. No need to rub that in.” Your lips form a pout, and Arda grows silent, his eyes flickering across your face, the faintest hint of a smile ghosting his lips.

Growing nervous, you shuffle around to face the TV again, attempting to ignore his gaze. You hated when he stared at you like that, it made you feel nauseous. It was one thing to like your best friend, but when he looked at you like that, it only made it so much worse.

“Okay, enough of that you looky-loo.” You laugh nervously, using our palm to push his face toward the TV’s screen.

The action elicited a chuckle from Arda, but he doesn’t say anything in return. “So, when are you going to pack up your place?” He hums, slowly pulling you back into his side.

“Whenever I figure out how to get out of my lease.” You shrug, “but hopefully soon.”

Arda smiles, looking at you once again. “Hopefully.”

When you meet his gaze, you were surprised to see there was something else in his expression. Something a little more like longing. A smile creeps onto your lips, because for the first time since you fell in love with your best friend, you realized he may feel the same.

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DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !