It Should Be Illegal To Look This Good

Kenan can rearrange my guts

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—𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩

lando norris x oc

warnings- angst, heartbreak, cheating.

Formula One Drivers are fast. Formula One Drivers go all in. Love was no exception. Much like his profession, Lando’s loving was fast.

He fell in love fast, and hard.

Madeline Sommers had been the one to make the drivers heart race. According to him, She was perfect, an angel. When in truth, she was just naive.

She had been an ordinary girl, just a fan, another nameless person, another forgotten face amongst the crowd of people who adored him.

Until she wasn’t.

Maybe it was her fault, enamored by his glamorous life and love. He had showered her with so much love, made her feel so special.

Everyday he brought her flowers in abundance, leaving behind an avalanche of expensive gifts, and consuming her wholly.

He took her out on dates to the fanciest of restaurants, long walks on the beach, stargazing on the rooftop, basking in the glow of the moon.

She was naive to believe that it would last, all of it was too good to be true. When her own best friend captivated him after six months of dating.

How hadn't she noticed. Her best-friend who had labelled Lando's sport as useless and dreadfully boring, complaining about the cars just going around in circles, suddenly couldn’t be more obsessed with the sport, begging to tag along, to join her at every race.

She should’ve known.

When his eyes no longer glittered with adoration, instead he stared at her own best-friend. Inside jokes, hidden meanings, longing stares.

When she had asked him, where he’d been, why he’d left her alone in the hotel room, and why he was so distant.

She should've known, that he was only next door, with her best friend. She should've known, when she became the third wheel, the outsider in her own relationship.

Formula one drivers fell fast and hard, and left behind a dust of heartbreak, falling out of love just as quick, breaking hearts just as hard.

— i’m going through a breakup and i needed to vent lol it’s not that great but i tried lol

What a race. Poor, poor George. So unfortunate.

But congratulations to Lewis. And BRAVO to Max on that final stint, so impressive.

hii i’ve been offline for a while

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

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

But there’s a plot twist.

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

WITH LOVE, • ARDA GÜLER

( pairing ) arda güler x reader

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

warnings - character death, maybe slight grammatical errors

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dear Arda,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With love,

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

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

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

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

And then he saw you.

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

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

But you were gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fin.

this never felt so good

Dear Friends,

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Hi guys pls help out

—starry night • ky10

( pairing ) kenan yildiz x reader

kenan sneaks you out for a date under the stars

Your heart thuds against your chest, the rapid beat sounds almost violent in your ears in comparison to the silence of the night.

The cool breeze makes you shiver, goosebumps lining your skin from a mix of adrenaline, fear and the wind.

You hesitate at the window, slight unease coloring your thoughts, as you ponder over the risk of seriously injuring yourself from falling, or worse, your parents hearing you try to sneak out.

You look down, and instantly, all rationale leaves your brain when you spot him, a mischievous grin on his face as he looks up at you.

The adoration in his eyes makes you blush, but you’re desperate now, to be in his warm arms as soon as possible.

You make it out somehow, and Kenan cradles you, strong arms helping you find your feet on the ground.

“You good?” His voice is quiet, concern lacing his tone as his eyes scan you over for anything harmful.

You nod at him, smiling shyly as you fiddle with the hem of the shirt that you’d stolen from him ages ago.

The fondness from his gaze makes you melt on the spot, and you bury your face in his chest, overwhelmed by the love in his eyes.

He laughs quietly, “Come on, I have something very special planned for us.”

You look at him inquisitively, “What is it?”

He doesn’t respond, rather he simply grabs your hands and leads you along, you trudge behind him curiously.

“What are you up to?” you whisper, although it’s not necessary, seeing as your house has long since disappeared behind, as well as the possibility of getting in trouble with your parents vanishing along with it.

He brings you to a spot, laden with blankets and snacks, “A date under the stars for my star girl.”

You can’t help the surprised look on your face, and you turn to him, unable to say anything.

He smiles at you a little sheepishly, “I noticed you reading about stargazing the other day,” he rubs the back of his neck, “so I thought..” He doesn’t say anything else, shrugging and you launch yourself at him.

You pepper his face with little kisses, “Oh kenan! How’d i get so lucky”

He shakes his head, smiling at you with affection, “come on, tell me all about the constellations you like.”

You both lay down, and Kenan wraps an arm around you, effortlessly pulling you closer.

You point up at the stars, diving into detail about each constellation and star.

“and this right here,” you point up, casting your eyes at the little diamonds that glimmer in the sky, “is the heart nebula, which ironically, lies in the Cassiopeia.”

Kenan listens to every word with rapt attention but his eyes wander from the night sky to your face, illuminated under the stars and the glow of the moonlight.

You turn your head as you finish explaining and your eyes connect with his green ones, staring at you with so much love, it’s dizzying.

You feel breathless as you look at him.

“I think out of every star ever, nothing compares to how beautiful your eyes are.” He whispers softly, his breath ghosting over your lips.

“You’re so cheesy” you reply yet your cheeks have coloured red from his words.

He smiles at you, and his eyes dart towards your lips, your own doing the same. You nod at him when he looks at you with question in his eyes, and then before you can blink, his lips connect with yours.

His lips feel like ambrosia, and you gasp into his mouth, his arms come to rest on your waist, pulling you closer.

“Hey you know, most of these constellations don’t have very happy endings,” he whispers against your lips, and you frown in confusion.

His next words, however, make your heart soar and your eyes twinkle brighter than stars.

“But you and i? we’re forever baby, written in the stars or not, i’m yours and you’re mine.”

fin.

im sorry idek what im doing but i cannot stop thinking about kenan so i had to write about him

Maybe something were reader and arda are in a relationship for some years now. (Insta post)

WEST SIDE • ARDA GÜLER

( pairing ) arda güler x reader

just a soft launching thru insta story

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arda güler - bring the life right back

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user96 - caption??

↪️ user7 - caption girl look at the second slide??

altaybayindir - arkadaşım

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ftblwags - 👀

user23 - ARDA GÜLER???

user35 - hell naw bros soft launching

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ynusername - meet me on the west side 🤍

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friend1 - this is where you disappeared to and with a MAN

↪️ ynusername - hehe 🤭

friend2 - HELLO WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN???

↪️ ynusername - oops

friend3 - umm what? gc now.

↪️ ynusername - yes maam 🫡

user25 - familiar background…

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ardaguler

sevgilim 🤍

friend1

when will we get to meet this mystery man 🤨

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ardaguler - bring the light right back

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user13 - ok bro we get it you got a girl

user1 - boyfriend arda is my fav gender

ismailyuksekk - Maşallah Abi

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ftblwags - 🤔

friend1 - hmm @ynusername

user9 - girlfriend effect bro’s posting ariana grande lyrics

user6 - last slide 😳

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ynusername - 🧸🤍

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friend1 - tennis huh?

↪️ ynusername - 🙈

user12 - wait…

friend2 - girl where did you find this piece i want one too

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friend3 - cutie 🥹

friend23 - imy yn 💖💖

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friend1 - enough of this man come how now ☹️

user12 - GIRL IS THAT ARDA???

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ardaguler - meet me on the west side

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user12 - THE FIRST PIC IS ON YNS STORY

↪️ user13 - who’s yn???

↪️ user12 - @ynusername arda’s girlfriend..?

user96 - omg the caption matches one of her posts

↪️ user7 - girl you always focused on the wrong things he’s literally posted the photo she took 😭

user10 - the one post where he’s not posting his gf is the one that exposes him 😭

ftblwags - 👀

↪️ user75 - girl go get a job

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ynusername - let me be in your life like that

@ardaguler

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ardaguler - the only for sure, aşkim 🤍

↪️ ynusername - 😚😚

friend1 - congratulations!! dunno how you hid it for yrs and one holiday trip exposed u

user7 - the way some of their captions match 🥹

↪️ user96 - who’s looking at captions now???

user13 - god i’ve seen what you’ve done for others

user13 - if you look closely you’ll see me in the back drowning in my own tears

user94 - parents

user195 - how long have yall been tgth ???

↪️ ynusername - 3 years 🥰

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fin.