#arda guler imagine

[halfwayhearted]

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

Fallingforyou — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hoped it did. You really did.

Alas, not all hopes are fulfilled.

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

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

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

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

Please answer.

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

“What? Oh. Oh, yes, I am.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was driving you absolutely crazy.

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

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

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

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

Maybe next time.

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

Even after a week, you still kept his hoodie.

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

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

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

Your phone rang, making you quirk a brow.

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

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

“Hey, are you home?”

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

He laughs, “You wish.”

No. No, you don’t wish. “Yup… I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A hum, “It is!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His eyebrows knit together. “Do what?”

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

Embarrassed. Completely and utterly sick.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I remember wishing it was me.

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

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

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DT(s) — @pedrilcvr ! ౨ৎ

[digitaldiarystuff]

Jealous

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

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

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pairing: Arda Güler x Y/N

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

genre: angst to fluff

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

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

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

“Hi” he simply said and continued texting.

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

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

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

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

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

“Who?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you had him as wallpaper?”

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

This was until tonight.

“So you know who I’m talking about.”

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

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

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

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

“Y/N I’m sorry, I just…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[httpsdana]

can you do arda güler with prompt 1 and 2

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

thank yuuu

Comforting Embrace~Arda Güler

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

first Arda fic. enjoy <3

request from here

master list -> part 2

players/drivers I write for

1-“Is that my t-shirt?”

2-“Come here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[think-like-a-poet]

Can you do a really jealous kenan Plss

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Kenan Yildiz x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe you should-,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jsprnt]

meeting your boyfriend’s parents

arda güler x turkish! reader

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

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

"is this too much?"

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

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

jeans with a sweater, too hot.

a pair of trousers with a blouse, too formal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

which football club is türkiye's biggest and best?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you nod back, your heart calming down slowly.

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

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

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

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

"y/n! the footballer is here!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

muscle memory, you guess.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

they looked, strangely happy and relaxed..

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

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

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

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

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

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

"still.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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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[featguler]

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

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

“So you can’t come?”

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

And the room is far from quiet.

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

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

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

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

No.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not fair?”

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

“Sorry.”

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

Arda bites his lips, thinking over his words.

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

“Right,” you huff into the speaker.

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

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

“I miss you too.”

“I miss you more.”

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

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

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

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

But it’s you.

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

“Tell me if you change your mind.”

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

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

“I’ll see you around.”

[ham1lton]

thank u i had to make sure hehe. ok my thought is that i know jude is always so cool and collected UNTIL he’s around yn.

picture a yn that works with the team in some capacity and she’s very chill very professional. except jude CANNOT be normal around her. he’s like wile e. coyote just getting into hijinks and situations except instead of a piano calling on him, he hits himself in the face with the ball or whatever.

the other guys on the team are like can you relax you’re stressing us out. she’s being weird around you because YOURE being weird. just act NORMAL! and he cannot

he sees yn talking to the youngsters like endrick and arda guler and they make her LAUGH 😭😭 they try giving him advice :/ arda is like i will do my best to help :/

okay this is the perfect time for us to bring out a NEW addition to the ham1lton cinematic universe…. social media manager yn 😻

imagine social media manager yn who is attempting her best to get some decent content of jude and everytime she tries to film him, something bad happens like you said 😭

she is doing one of those sit down interviews and he suddenly develops an skin allergy to the fabric of the couch and has to leave and smother himself in medical cream 😭 she tries to play a game with some of the team and as soon as he tries to play, the game breaks. she films his post game interview, he gets a spontaneous nosebleed and has to go.

it’s like the world doesn’t want them together 😭

yn gets upset because she’s like omg this is all my fault and the team notice, so they start assigning other staff to do jude’s socials and stuff but he’s sad. where’s yn :(( why is she ignoring him :((

i have this one vision of his family around the dining table, and their parents are like ‘so what happened today?’ and mark (?) is like ‘oh i finally finished fixing that wardrobe’ and denise is like ‘well i found my deborah cox vinyl!’ and jobe is like ‘my practice went really well!’ and jude is like …. ‘i miss yn’ and everyone is groaning like ‘shut up abt yn jude shut UP! 😾’

so he sees her leaving one day and he texts his mum like ‘i need to speak to yn!! can u wait for me please’ and his mum is already putting on her tunes and is like ‘it’s fine. please sort this out so you can stop talking about it at dinnertime.’

so he runs after her and is like ‘yn hi why do i never see you anymore?’ and she’s very scared. bad things happen to jude when she’s around. what if an elephant eats him??? what if he gets him by a car?? what if a elephant eats him after he gets hit by a car???????

now u can decide how it ends. i’ve rambled too much. my bad y’all <333

[p1astories]

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[garciapimienta]

arda guler to barca ? I though he was going to real ? Also you are overreacting fr he’s 18

imagine comparing to lep transfer

Yes, allegedly he ended up choosing Madrid (as they made a higher bid and people have said he's always had a preference for them anyways).

Also, I did not in any way compare his transfer to leo's transfer??? All I said was that, considering I've been screaming about arda and how we should sign him for over a year, this was a transfer that excited me so much in a way that no other recent transfer rumour had

[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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DT(s) — @pedrilcvr ! ౨ৎ

[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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DT(s) — @pedrilcvr ! ౨ৎ

[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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[jsprnt]

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

arda güler x jude’s younger sister

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

W/C: 1.574

"I'm outside, hurry up.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"fuckin' rude ass.."

you mumble, leaning back into your car seat.

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

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

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

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

"look! finally.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"sure, why not?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"very good, delicious.."

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

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

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

"you're insanely slow today.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you accept quickly, eyes scanning the message.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"your dessert, miss..”

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

cute, you think.

what should you wear on your first date with him?

[httpsdana]

y'all know I'm a die hard barca fan, but I can't deny that Arda is so pookie coded 😭🤏🏻

I can't help but think what would happen if he came to barca instead 💔

(video isn't mine!!)