#BARCELONA

[dream-world-universe]

Sagrada Família, Barcelona, Spain: The Basílica i Temple Expiatori de la Sagrada Família, otherwise known as Sagrada Família, is a church under construction in the Eixample district of Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain. It is the largest unfinished Catholic church in the world. Wikipedia

[boschintegral-photo]

Christmas @ Passeig De Gràcia Barcelona, Spain

[n0vazsq]

Close to me | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x gf!reader

summary . . . When someone attacks you while you're out with Hector, he doesn't think twice about defending you

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . this legit might be one of my fav fics ive ever written. anon ilysm pls dont stop with these amazing ideas

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @ann6ella ,, @notm4d1 ,, @httpsdana (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The streets outside the venue had become a catastrophic warzone of flashing cameras, pushing bodies, and shouting voices. The crowd surged like a tidal wave, making it nearly impossible to move.

Hector’s hand had a firm grip on yours, his fingers wrapped protectively around yours as he navigated through the swarm.

"Stay close to me," he muttered, his voice rough but steady. He pulled you tighter to his side, his broad shoulders blocking some of the relentless paparazzi who pushed in closer with every step.

The questions and shouts came fast, punctuated by the endless bursts of camera flashes.

"Hector! Look this way!"

"Who’s the girl? Is this serious?"

"Over here! Are you engaged?"

You flinched at the invasive questions, ducking slightly as someone thrust a microphone too close for comfort. Hector noticed immediately.

His hand slid from yours to your waist, his body shifting in front of yours like a shield. His dark eyes burned with irritation, his jaw clenched so tightly it could’ve cracked under the pressure.

"She’s not answering any questions," he snapped, his voice like a blade cutting through the noise. "Leave her alone!"

The crowd only grew more aggressive, sensing the tension as an opportunity to stir more drama. They surged closer, the air thick with shouts and shoves. And then, just as you thought it couldn’t get worse, you felt it; a hand grabbing your arm, pulling you back with startling force.

You gasped, stumbling as your balance wavered. The touch wasn’t rough, but it was unwelcome and jarring, panic instantly flaring in your chest.

"Hey! Let me go!" you cried out, struggling to twist free.

Hector’s reaction was immediate, instinctual, and furious. He whipped around, his eyes locking onto the man who had grabbed you. In an instant, the calm, collected Hector you knew was gone. Replaced by someone seething with protective rage.

"Get your hands off her!" he yelled, his voice louder and sharper than you’d ever heard. He stepped forward, his body bristling with barely contained anger.

The man raised his hands defensively, mumbling something about 'just trying to get her attention,' but Hector wasn’t hearing any of it.

"You think that’s okay?" Hector said roughly, his tone dark, each word laced with venom. He took another step closer, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "Touch her again, and I swear-"

"Hector!" one of his teammates called out, suddenly appearing by his side. "Hey, hey, calm down."

But Hector wasn’t calm. His eyes stayed locked on the man as though daring him to make another move. His chest heaved with the effort to restrain himself, but his fists remained balled, ready to strike if provoked.

"Don’t touch her!" Hector shouted again, his voice cutting through the chaos. He gestured toward you, his anger protective rather than violent. "She’s not a zoo animal for you to do this, and you have no right to lay a hand on her!"

His teammates rushed forward then, one of them gripping his arm while another stepped in front of him, trying to break his line of sight to the man. "Hector, come on," one of them urged. "Not here. Let it go."

"Let it go?" Hector snapped, his voice incredulous. "He grabbed her!"

The teammate tightened his grip on Hector’s arm, pulling him back slightly. "I know, but you’ve got cameras everywhere. Don’t give them more to work with. Let’s go."

"Hector, please," you managed to call out, your voice shaky and strained.

Hearing your voice snapped him out of his anger like a bucket of cold water. He turned to look at you, and his expression immediately softened, concern overtaking the fury. But the chaos didn’t relent.

Security was already stepping in to move you both, and in the confusion, Hector’s teammates began pulling him toward the side entrance while another ushered you in a different direction.

"No, wait- she’s with me!" Hector protested, his voice rising in panic as he realized they were separating you.

"It’s just for a second!" one of his teammates reassured him, though Hector’s anxious expression didn’t ease.

Your heart sank as you lost sight of him, the crowd closing in again despite the security barrier. The noise, the flashes, and the sheer weight of the moment were too much.

By the time you were inside, your legs were shaking, and your chest felt tight. You found yourself in a quiet corner of the building, but the calm of the space did little to ease your nerves.

Tears welled in your eyes as you scanned the room, desperately searching for Hector. You didn’t care about the cameras or the chaos outside. You just needed him.

The minutes stretched unbearably long, but then, finally, you saw him. Hector came rushing through the door, his eyes scanning the room with a panicked focus. The moment he spotted you, he crossed the space in seconds, his long strides urgent and hurried.

"Amor," he breathed, his voice cracking slightly as he reached you. He cupped your face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had spilled over. "Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?"

You shook your head, but your lip trembled. "I’m fine. I just…I was so scared, Hector."

His arms were around you in an instant, pulling you into his chest. "I’m so sorry," he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with guilt. "I should’ve stayed closer. I should’ve kept you with me."

You clung to him tightly, the fabric of his shirt bunched in your fists. "It’s not your fault. You were protecting me. You always do."

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes filled with regret and something deeper, an unspoken promise. "I swear to you, I’ll never let anything like that happen again. I don’t care if I have to fight through a thousand crowds; I’ll protect you, always."

His teammates had followed him inside, lingering a few steps away, their expressions a mix of relief and curiosity. The entire interaction was being filmed by someone nearby, but neither of you noticed. All that mattered was him.

"You’re all I care about," Hector continued, his voice low but steady. "Nothing else matters. Not the cameras, not the headlines. Just you."

You nodded, your hands still gripping his shirt as though letting go might cause the world to collapse. "I just want to go home," you whispered.

He kissed your forehead gently, his lips lingering as he whispered, "We’ll go. Right now. I’ve got you."

He kept his arm securely around you as he led you toward a private exit, the noise of the outside world fading with each step.

But even as the chaos diminished, the cameras had already captured everything; the protective fury in Hector’s eyes, the way he held you like you were his entire world, and the soft reassurances that followed.

By morning, the internet would be flooded with clips and photos, fans and media alike praising the way he protected you so fiercely. 'Boyfriend of the Year' some would call him. Others would gush over how deeply he cared, how obvious his love for you was.

But in that moment, as the two of you slipped into the quiet sanctuary of his car, none of it mattered. Hector held your hand tightly, his thumb brushing soothing circles against your skin, and whispered, "I’m never letting you go again. You’re mine to protect, always."

And for the first time that night, you felt safe.

[oliviablancmom]

Listen to me: Pedri and Gavi are THE duo, they are magical when they play together, and Barcelona should work on them. And a big PS here is that Fermin pairs very well with both of them, if the three had more minutes together, to work on their synergy, we would have a trio that would deliver crazy things.

[andrescanal]

Andrés Cañal

[moodboardmix]

"Villain" House, Barcelona, Spain,

Claudia Raurell Architects,

Jose Hevia Photography

[pernillecfcw]

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[iwikpines]

The Magnus Institute, London

[petitworld]

Barcelona, Spain by Natalie

[thunderstruck9]

Nicolau Raurich (Catalan/Spanish, 1871-1945), Barcelona, 1914. Oil on panel

[heavensdoorways]

Casa Pàdua, Barcelona, Spain,

Designed by Jeroni Granel y Manresa,

Photo by Miguel Borrell

[kafkasdiariies]

Carmen de los Mártires, Granada, Andalusia, España

[boschintegral-photo]

Bougainvillea Barcelona, Spain

[n0vazsq]

Playing with fire | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

summary . . . Marc pranking his mom by asking her if he could bring a girl over that is not you

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . badly translated spanish!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . i had sm fun writing this omg

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @notm4d1 ,, @httpsdana (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . You sat in the passenger seat of Marc’s car, trying your hardest not to burst out laughing. You already knew what was about to happen, and honestly, you couldn’t wait to see how his mom would react.

Marc had been planning this prank for days, and you were more than happy to play along.

Marc dialed his mom’s number, his fingers trembling slightly with excitement. You could feel the tension in the car as you both waited for her to pick up. As the phone rang, Marc shot you a look, grinning like a maniac.

You bit your lip to keep yourself from giggling, knowing this was going to be gold.

The phone clicked, and his mom’s voice filled the car. "Marc, ¿qué pasó?" (What’s going on?)

Marc leaned back in his seat, all cool and collected. He knew exactly what he was doing. "Hey, Mamá. Just wanted to let you know I’m bringing another girl home today. She’s not my girlfriend, but you’ll like her."

You muffled a laugh behind your hand, but Marc shot you a look, signaling you to stay quiet. He was doing an amazing job of keeping a straight face.

His mom was quiet for a second, clearly processing what he’d just said. "¿Otra chica?" she said, her voice sharp and confused. "Marc, ¿estás bien?" (Another girl?) // (Are you okay?)

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You stifled a giggle with your hand, but you saw Marc’s eyes sparkle with barely contained laughter. His mom was already freaking out.

"Mamá, relax," Marc said, his tone nonchalant but his eyes betraying the excitement bubbling inside him. "It’s not what you think. She’s not my girlfriend, I swear. But, uh… she’s cool. You’ll like her."

You glanced at Marc, still fighting to keep it together. His face was red now, his effort to stay serious becoming harder by the second.

His mom wasn’t buying it. "¿Qué estás diciendo?"she asked, now clearly concerned. "Are you out of your mind? What does your girlfriend think about this?" (What are you saying?)

You couldn’t keep it in anymore. You had to bite your lip hard to keep from laughing out loud. You sat back in your seat, trying to keep as still as possible, but your shoulders were shaking with the effort.

Marc glanced over at you, and you could see the corner of his mouth twitch. He held up a finger, silently telling you to stay quiet, then turned his attention back to the phone. "I… I haven’t told her yet, Mamá," he said, his voice betraying his amusement. "I’m just letting you know. I didn’t want you to be surprised, you know?"

His mom was getting worked up. "¡Marc, estás jugando con fuego!" she shouted. "You don’t think your girlfriend’s going to find out? What do you think she’s going to say when she sees you bringing another girl home?" (Marc, you’re playing with fire!)

You had to turn your head to the window, trying to hold back your laughter. Marc couldn’t stop himself either, he was shaking with silent laughter now, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he tried to act serious. His mom was in full on panic mode, but he was loving every second of it.

"She’s-she’s not here, Mamá," Marc said, voice faltering a little as he tried to explain. "I’m by myself. Really. I swear. It’s just a joke."

His mom didn’t sound convinced. "¿¡No está ahí!?" she asked, clearly confused. "Wait, she’s not there with you? You’re alone?" (She’s not there!?)

You looked over at Marc, who was practically shaking with laughter now. He was trying so hard not to crack. You could barely hold back anymore, your body trembling with barely contained laughs.

Marc cleared his throat, holding back his own laughter just long enough to answer. "No, Mamá, I’m alone," he said, voice a little strained. "It’s just-"

"Marc!" His mom’s voice was almost shrill now. "You’re playing with fire! You can’t just bring another girl over like that. What do you think your girlfriend’s going to say? Are you out of your mind?"

Marc finally lost it, and a burst of laughter escaped his lips. "I swear, Mamá, I’m not cheating on anyone," he said between fits of laughter. "It’s a prank! We’ve been planning this for days. I’m really sorry!"

You looked at Marc, laughing along with him now. His mom was still yelling on the phone, but you both knew it was over. She wasn’t going to let him live this one down for a while.

Marc laughed, rubbing his eyes as he finally managed to speak. "Mamá, seriously. It’s just a joke. No other girl, I swear."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and you could almost hear his mom trying to process what just happened. "Marc," she said slowly, "you are unbelievable. I can’t believe you just did that to me."

You were full on laughing now, clutching your stomach as you wiped away tears from your eyes. Marc had gone too far with this prank, but it was totally worth it.

He sighed, trying to get himself together. "I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’ll fix this. No more pranks, I promise."

His mom didn’t seem fully convinced but finally let out an exasperated sigh. “"ou better hope she believes that. Don’t make me come over there, Marc."

You couldn’t take it anymore and let out one final laugh as Marc hung up. He turned to you, finally catching his breath, and both of you were in hysterics. He wiped his eyes and grinned at you. "I don’t think she’s ever going to let me live that down."

You grinned back, your laughter finally dying down. "No, not a chance. You’re going to hear about this forever."

Marc shook his head, chuckling. "Yeah, I deserve that. But hey, it was worth it for the look I imagined on her face."

You just smiled at him, giving him a playful nudge. "I think you might’ve broken her heart a little, though. You really went all in on this one."

He shrugged, still smiling like a kid who got away with something. "Totally worth it."

[steampunktendencies]

Dragon on a fireplace