#arda guler fluff

[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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[planetpedri]

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 !

[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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[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.

[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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[shitsndgiggs]

hey this is a request for Arda Güler!

Well, we all say that goal against Georgia right? It was absolutely spectacular.

I’m thinking about reader who sees the goal and is so happy for him. And they enjoy quality time together. When they get back to the hotel it’s just fluff and reader telling guler how proud of him she is.

You can change it as much as you want. I hope this request is understandable. I have an idea of it but can’t seem to write it down 😭🤭

Thanks

MOMENTS OF GLORY- ARDA GÜLER

Arda scoring a spectacular goal in his Euro debut match

Arda Güler x fem! reader

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I sat nervously in the stands, surrounded by Arda’s family, as Turkey's first Euro match against Georgia began. The air was electric, and Arda's family buzzed with excitement and anticipation.

The game kicked off, and Turkey immediately took control. In the 25th minute, Mert Müldür scored with a powerful header from a well-placed corner.

The stadium exploded with cheers, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me as Turkey took the lead.

Just two minutes later, Kenan made a brilliant solo run and slotted the ball into the net. We erupted again, only for our cheers to turn into groans of disappointment as the goal was ruled offside.

In the 32nd minute, Georgia capitalized on a momentary lapse in Turkey's defense. Georges Mikautadze slipped the ball past our goalkeeper, leveling the score at 1-1.

The turkish crowd fell silent for a moment, but quickly regained their spirit, chanting and cheering for the team to push forward.

As the first half ended, tension hung in the air. "He's doing so well," Arda's mother said, gripping my hand.

"I can't believe how far he's come," I replied, feeling a surge of pride.

The second half started with both teams playing with renewed energy.

Then, in the 65th minute, the moment everyone was waiting for arrived.

Arda picked up the ball on the right side of the pitch. He picked up the ball and cut inside onto his left foot, and unleashed a stunning strike into the top corner.

The stadium erupted in ecstasy, fans screaming and jumping in the pouring Dortmund rain.

Arda's mother clutched my hand, tears of joy streaming down her face. "Did you see that? He's amazing!" she exclaimed.

I nodded, overwhelmed with emotion. "He's worked so hard for this moment," I replied, my voice choked with pride.

"He broke Cristiano Ronaldo's record." Arda's father added, his voice filled with pride.

In the 74th minute, Georgia made two substitutions, desperately trying to change the momentum of the game.

Turkey responded with their own substitutions in the 79th minute, ending with Arda being substituted for Yusuf Yazici.

As Arda walked off the pitch, the crowd rose to their feet. A thunderous applause echoed through the stadium, with fans clapping and cheering for the young star.

His family and I stood up, clapping and cheering with all our might. The ovation was deafening, and I could see the pride and joy in Arda's eyes as he acknowledged the fans, waving and smiling.

"He deserves this moment," Arda's mother said, tears still glistening in her eyes.

The final minutes of the match were nail-bitingly intense. Both teams fought fiercely, but Turkey's defense stood strong. In the 90+7th minute, Kerem Akturkoglu sealed the victory with a brilliant counter-attack goal, making it 3-1.

As the final whistle blew, the stadium erupted once more.

We headed down to the pitch, still buzzing from the victory. Arda walking over to us, his face radiant with happiness.

"You were incredible out there," I told him, wrapping my arms around him. He smiled, "I couldn't have done it without all of your support."

Arda's mother chimed in, "We are so proud of you, Arda. That goal was something special."

We spent a few more moments on the pitch, congratulating him and taking pictures.

Eventually, his family decided to head back to the hotel to rest.

"We'll see you later, sweetheart," Arda's mother said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Don't be too late."

"I won't, mom," Arda replied with a smile. His family waved goodbye and headed off.

I stayed behind, waiting for Arda to finish celebrating with his teammates and go through the post-match routines. I watched as he interacted with fans, gave interviews, and finally headed to the locker room to shower and change.

The stadium slowly emptied, but I remained, leaning against the railing, feeling a mix of pride and joy.

After what felt like an eternity, Arda emerged from the locker room, freshly showered and dressed. His face lit up when he saw me waiting. "Hey, you," he said, wrapping me in a warm hug. "Thanks for waiting."

"Of course," I replied, holding him close.

We walked to the car together, the night air cool and refreshing after the intensity of the match. On the drive to my hotel, we talked about the game, replaying every moment.

"That goal," I said, shaking my head in awe. "I knew you had it in you, but seeing it happen was something else."

Arda smiled, glancing over at me. "I've been dreaming about that moment for so long. I couldn't believe it when the ball actually went in."

"You deserve it," I said, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "You've worked so hard, and it's all paying off."

When we arrived at the hotel, we headed up to my room. Arda flopped onto the bed with a contented sigh, and I sat beside him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

"I'm so proud of you, Arda," I said softly. "Not just for the goal, but for everything. The dedication, the effort, the way you carry yourself. You're incredible."

He looked up at me, his eyes shining. "I couldn't have done any of this without you," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "You've been my rock, my biggest supporter."

"I'll always be here for you," I replied, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "No matter what."

We lay there for a moment, enjoying the quiet and the closeness. Then I asked, "Why didn't you want to celebrate with the team for the rest of the night?"

Arda sighed contentedly, intertwining his fingers with mine. "I wanted to spend this moment with you. Celebrating with the team is great, but you've been there for me through everything. I wanted to share this with you."

My heart swelled with emotion. "That means so much to me, Arda. Thank you."

We lay there for a while longer, just talking and basking in the joy of the night. Eventually, our stomachs growled in unison, making us laugh.

"How about we order room service?" I suggested.

Arda grinned. "That sounds perfect."

We browsed the menu together, picking out our favorite comfort foods. When the food arrived, we sat on the bed, eating and talking, reliving every glorious moment of the match.

It was a perfect, intimate celebration, just the two of us.

[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 :)

[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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[planetpedri]

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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[halfwayhearted]

Arda Güler fic where he’s awkward and shy around reader and she doesn’t know why (friends) and then gets frustrated at him and he gets frustrated back and its like a “because I like you!!??” moment.

Kiss Her You Fool — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

Summary: You can’t help but think he’s upset with you; you just didn’t know how wrong you were. So, so wrong.

Word Count: 740+

Disclaimer/s — Slight (?) angst, no use of Y/N, and then fluff!

A/N: Arda Güler. Please. If you can hear me.

The only thing that consumed your mind was a desperate, “Did I do something wrong?”

Because why was your best friend, of all people, suddenly acting different? It didn’t just start happening now—it had started months ago. Four months ago, to be exact, was when you began noticing changes in him and your friendship.

You just about had it.

The final straw hit hard when, like always, you offered to cook dinner for both of you at his place. You’d often feel so bored while he did his thing, so you figured you’d be helpful. That’s just how it had always gone. Until he began questioning you.

The moment he saw you taking out what you needed, Arda just stood there, clearing his throat and awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

You lifted your head, a smile forming on your face. “Hey. Do you not have pepper? I can’t find—”

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“What does it look like?” A joke, of course. It was painfully obvious that he didn’t see it that way when his eyes narrowed just a fraction. Enough to make your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

His face flushed slightly, you didn’t notice. “You don’t have to do that. I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“Oh! Well—you don’t have to ask, you know that. I’ve done it plenty of times before, you never said anything about it.” You paused, “Should I stop?”

Eyes widening, he shook his head, “No! No, sorry. It’s fine, you can… you can continue.”

Okay… wow! So… awkward? Yes! Expected? Unfortunately. This had quite literally become the new ‘norm’ for both of you.

You weren’t having it.

Your expression hardens while you set down the seasonings onto the counter, voice firm, “Okay, stop. Talk to me. Did I do something wrong?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Please, don’t give me that,” you interjected, crossing your arms over your chest and continuing, “Did I do something wrong? Because it feels like I might’ve done something wrong.”

One second, two, three, a minute. Silence ensues.

You let out a scoff, not bothering to say another word, just quietly putting everything back. As you try to walk away, his hand moves to grip your wrist, gentle yet unyielding. He quietly utters your name, and in frustration, your eyes shut tightly.

Opening his mouth to speak, he quickly closes it again, a small groan escaping instead. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he finally manages to say.

You don’t buy it. “Then why are you acting so… so weird? Huh? Do you think I don’t notice when you become distant? I’m not stupid, Arda. I know.”

You know? What do you know? His jaw clenches and he shakes his head, “No, you don’t.”

Another scoff. “Oh, I don’t?”

His irritation is almost tangible, practically seething with it. “No! No—you don’t.”

‘No, you don’t.’ Are you kidding? “Then, what! What don’t I know?! Enlighten me, please, won’t you? Because I’m confused—”

“I like you!” He admitted, his voice strained with emotion. “So, no. You don’t know! You just don’t.”

Now it’s your turn to match his wide-eyed gaze. He likes you. He’s been acting weird the last couple of months because he liked you.

And you liked him back.

Your frown forms into a smile. His eyebrows knit together even further. He had just confessed, and here you were, smiling. “Why’re you—”

“You like me,” you repeated softly, running a hand over your face. He continued to stare at you with hopeful eyes, you didn’t say anything else. Just gazed off into the distance, lost in thought. He was starting to get a bit… nervous, a little antsy.

He huffed, “Can you say something else?”

Snapping your gaze to meet his, your body relaxes, and your expression softens in a way that makes him want to kiss you right then and there.

Thankfully, it seems like you had the same idea.

The second your lips meet, his hands hover over your hips, like he’s afraid that this moment might not even be real at all. Slowly but surely, he eases into it and gently rests his hands on you. A smile graces his lips when he fully starts to embrace the kiss, completely lost in the moment with you.

It doesn’t last as long as he’d want it to. Though, what you tell him afterward makes up for it.

“I like you too, you idiot.”

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[halfwayhearted]

Where Arda zones out staring at you while you’re talking to someone and you catch him and ur like ?? Not dating or dating idk idc i just need it now please please please im begging you. Based off that one video of him like lowk zoning out lmk.

Second Nature — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

Summary: While you’re conversing with a friend, you feel the unwavering gaze of your boyfriend’s eyes on you.

Word Count: 290+

Disclaimer/s — Suuuuper short, but fluff.

A/N: I didn’t do this req justice but I’m still nodding my head!

He can’t, for the life of him, stop looking at you.

And eventually, he inevitably zoned out while doing so. Something your boyfriend did often.

You hadn’t caught sight of it earlier, a situation quite understandable when you were too caught up in a discussion with a friend you hadn’t had the opportunity to talk with in… a long, long time.

You only became aware of his gaze when you cast a fleeting glance in his direction, realizing his eyes were completely focused on you.

The man didn’t notice you noticing him, his hands wringing together. He was too zoned out to realize the smile that graced your lips from it. You did your utmost to keep your composure despite feeling his gaze burning into you. Wrapping up the conversation, you bid your friend farewell.

Once it was just you two, you looked up at him and poked his abdomen, “Earth to weirdo.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “What? ‘Weirdo’ how?”

“Your staring problem,” you replied. “It’s crazy.” Just a tease. You both were aware of that.

Arda couldn’t help but narrow his eyes. He quickly followed up with, “You had something on your face, and it was bothering me a lot. So…”

A lot! Oh, wow, okay. That was unexpected.

With that being said, your eyes widened, and you halted in your tracks. “I already know that’s a lie. But even if it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have had the decency to actually let me know? You’re evil.”

He let out a laugh, gently tugging on the hem of your shirt to bring you closer. As the distance between you closed, he lazily draped an arm around your shoulder, "I would. You started it.”

“You started it,” a small pause, “I’m done now.”

Arda hums at that and smiles, “Finally, come on.”

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[halfwayhearted]

Arda Güler fic where he feels you are being distant and starts to overthink which leads to him asking if you were going to break up with him out of nowhere and it causes a small argument…. angst to comfort perhaps. Get back to me as soon as possible. Thank you for your time!☀️

Velvet Mood — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

Summary: Something’s on his mind, and you don’t know what it is. You’re determined to find out; you just didn’t think it’d be about whether or not you’re planning to break up with him.

Word Count: 810+

Disclaimer/s — Nothing, angst to comfort!

A/N: I’M ILL. THIS. + their argument wasn’t what I had hoped but I lowkey got stumped so, let’s knock it off. Thank.

Arda was distant. Too distant. It worried you a lot.

It all began when you came home one day, utterly exhausted from a long day at work. You longed for nothing more than a shower, some food, and to collapse into bed. That was all you could muster.

Arda brushed a hand over your hair, and you felt the soft touch of his lips against your temple. “Hey, how was work? I didn’t hear you come in.”

“‘M tired,” you grumbled, “It was very grueling.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Do you want to watch some TV?”

Your eyes flutter shut, and you shake your head in response to his question. “Not now, please.”

It was a small, simple response, yet it had him thinking the absolute worst. Most days, you’d agree and just fall asleep with your head resting lazily against his chest and your legs thrown over his lap. But to receive a ‘Not now, please’?

It was… different. He didn’t quite like it at all.

Since then, the things you used to do were starting to become memories. A simple thought now captured the feeling of contentment.

You tried to talk to him. He simply brushed it off. Brushed you off. In all honesty, you were slowly becoming tired of it. Day by day. Like a routine.

Today would likely end the same way. You’d try to talk to him, he’d give you nothing to work with, and then you’d call it a night. You’ve fought. Maybe not subtly, but you still fought. Tried to.

“Arda,” you started softly, “How was your day?”

His eyebrows raised for just a split second before he shrugged his shoulders. You saw the way his jaw clenched, it confused you. “It was fine. You?”

“Fine, too. Can… I want to talk to you about—”

That was when he uttered your name, cutting you off, “Listen, are you going to break up with me?”

What? You voiced your exact thoughts, “What?”

“Are you?” He echoed, his voice firm. Though you could tell he was clearly upset. Arda was upset.

You were at a complete loss for words. The only question that escaped your lips, filled with curiosity, was, “Where is this coming from? Did I do something, Arda? I need you to talk to me.”

Did I do something, you had asked. He could’ve laughed. “Did you? Or, did I do something.”

“No, you didn’t do anything. Where is this—I’m confused, why is this even a question? I love you, you know that. So, where is this coming from?”

“Don’t give me that,” the man sighed, averting his gaze. “You’ve changed. You seem tired. Tired with me. Of me. And if that’s the case, I need to know.”

‘Tired of me.’ Tired of him? You were never tired of him. You never have been, and you were sure you never would be. Ever. Your job had been weighing you down, of course, but you never thought it’d slowly but surely impact your relationship like this with your boyfriend. It never crossed your mind.

You felt a crushing weight of guilt in your heart.

Taking a step toward him, you began, “I’m not tired of you. And… no, I’m not breaking up with you. God, never that, okay? I’ve been working extra hours, and it’s starting to take its toll on me. I didn’t mean to put you in that position. I don’t want you to keep thinking that. Trust me when I say that I love you. Because I do. So much.”

His expression softened at your explanation. You weren’t planning on breaking up with him. Arda couldn’t help but feel a little foolish. He knew the promotion you got would have its effect. He just didn’t realize how worn out it’d make you.

It all started to make sense. Oh, how dumb.

The brunette felt his entire body relax and let out a breath. “I’m sorry. I should’ve just asked you. I didn’t mean to just let it out. Put you on the spot.”

“No, no, hey, I’m glad that you did,” you assured, quickly lifting your hand and using it to cup his jaw. “I’m glad that you did. I wouldn’t have found out how you felt. How about we make one of those calendars? We can set, like, dates, and days where it’ll be dedicated to just us. How’s that?”

“You’d let me know if you’re too tired for them?”

A smile slowly spread across your face, “I would.”

Arda hums softly at that, leaning down to place a gentle peck to your temple. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, drawing you closer to him.

“I’m really starting to hate your job,” he muttered.

And you laughed. Of course he did. He would. All you did was let out a laugh, “But, you love me.”

The Güler man hummed once more, “I love you.”

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[halfwayhearted]

You & Me Song — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

Summary: Despite having silly arguments, you know it’ll never ruin what the two of you have.

Word Count: 525+

Disclaimer/s — Not angst, but like, I don’t know, and fluff!

A/N: Imagine that one picture of the guy in the distance with his hands over his head and the chains locked around his wrists snapping broken. Yeah. That’s quite literally me, bless.

Was it really that hard to keep your clothes from being thrown to the ground? No. No, it wasn’t.

However, it didn’t seem that way for Arda! Nope!

Ever since you guys started dating and you’d have sleepover at his house or he yours, the man would always, and you meant always, leave his clothes on the floor. It irked you more than you cared to admit. Tremendously so.

“Arda,” you started, letting out a sigh as you went to pick up his clothes, “Didn’t we talk about this?”

Looking over at you, his expression goes from stoic to soft. “I was in a rush this morning. I’ll put them in the basket next time, okay?”

“Okay. But… that’s what you said the last time.”

Oh. Well, that was true! He knew it. “I know—it was a bad morning. I was late. I just threw on clothes and left, you know that. You saw me!”

“Yeah, I did. Do you notice how these clothes are the clothes from yesterday? Arda, the basket is right there! Is it really that hard to simply…” you trail off, scooping his clothes into your arms and dropping them into the basket of dirty clothes.

Once your arms were empty, you turned toward him and quirked a brow. “To do that? Is it?”

“How is that any different than when you leave dishes around?” His attempt to subtly switch the scolding to you. And it worked. “It’s basically the same thing, just different. Do you know that?”

You felt annoyance rising into your veins, your gaze following him as he stood up, crossing his arms over his chest. “I literally wash them!”

“After I tell you that they’re there!” Arda scoffs.

Finally having had enough, you spare him one last glance before grabbing the basket of clothes and exiting the room. Closing the door behind you. He had a point, you knew he did. It was in the heat of the moment that you decided you’d ignore him.

That only seemed to last… fifteen minutes. Okay!

Hearing the dryer’s ‘ding’ had you entering the laundry room, taking out every article of clothing and folding them. That’s when you heard steps from behind you and hands settle onto your waist, interlocking over your abdomen. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you grumbled, “I… well, I’m sorry, too.”

Your boyfriend hums against your hair, placing a tender kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll start putting my clothes in the basket, I really promise.”

You couldn’t stay mad at him. And it was clear he couldn’t stay mad at you. So, with a small smile spreading across your face, you nodded your head. “I promise to set my dishes in the sink.”

“Good. How about a movie? When you’re done.”

“Clothes can wait. What did you want to watch?”

While Arda answered, he guided you both into the living room and settled down on the couch. Your legs draped over his lap and his hands tracing up and down against them. Together, you became engrossed in the movie playing before you.

You loved him deeply, clothes on the floor and all.

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[halfwayhearted]

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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[planetpedri]

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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