#arda guler x fem!reader

[pedriache]

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

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

To the bone — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

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

Word count: 570+

Disclaimer/s: fluff !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh. Well, okay. He had a point.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[girlyouk]

cookies

The young father had only left the little kids in the kitchen to mix the cookie dough together for five minutes, but a few shouts could already be heard, which was okay, but the real problem came when the screaming stopped.

"Look, you hurt your hand! I told you to do it," the boy was grumbling, taking the girl's hand in front of him and trying to put a band-aid on it, "You are very clumsy and a little stupid," he continued to say silently.

While the little girl's eyes were already full of tears, Arda's words did not help this at all. "I didn't do it on purpose, and you're the real fool!" While trying to make an excuse, he looked at the boy who was still trying to put a band-aid on his hand, "You can't even put a band-aid on, stupid arda!"

When the boy finally put the band-aid on, he moved away from her and started mixing the cookie dough. "Let me mix the cookie dough, you can decorate it." When the girl was about to reject him and say that she didn't want to make cookies anymore, he started talking again, "Well, you know, you can't mix cookie dough." She definitely didn't want to make cookies anymore.

“Guys, I hope you didn't have any problems, how is our cookie dough doing?”

[pedriache]

“did you know that?” and then i pull up like

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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[mxryxmfooty]

i beg for my bday someone get this for me

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

Baby, It’s Cold Outside — Arda Güler.

Pairing: Arda Güler x Fem!Reader

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

Word Count: 465+

Disclaimer/s — None, I don’t think…

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

You had finally gotten what you had longed for.

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe he’d want to join you after all.

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

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

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

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

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

Oh. Oh, right.

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t have any plans.”

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

��Of course, I’m happy to hear.”

A few minutes of complete and utter silence pass.

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

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

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