#Barça

[emmylksblog]

I’LL LOOK AFTER YOU // HÉCTOR FORT

summary: even though héctor is upset with you, he still cares for you, staying close and protective. his actions show that he cares more than you thought. based on this request

genre: slight angst, fluff

warnings: none i can think of

a/n: yes the title is inspired by the song, someone edit him with it! i only see hot edits of him where are the fluffy cute ones?? like… he’s cute too 😔

The tension had been lingering all day. Héctor wasn’t as talkative as usual, his responses shorter, his tone distant. You’d noticed it, of course, but you brushed it off. Maybe he was tired, or maybe the game earlier had drained him. Either way, you didn’t push.

Deep down, you knew why. It was about earlier this week when you’d dealt with everything alone—just like you always did with your problems.

Not because you didn’t want him to help, but because he was always so busy, and you didn’t want to burden him. “It’s fine, I handled it,” you’d told him, but the way his jaw clenched told you he wasn’t convinced.

Now, here you were, walking side by side through the crowd, his silence feeling heavier than the noise around you. The streets were packed, and you felt the familiar weight of unease creeping in.

People were everywhere, moving too close, too fast. Your steps faltered for a moment, and before you could steady yourself, you felt his hand brush yours.

Without a word, Héctor slipped his hand into yours, his grip firm but not harsh. The small gesture made your chest tighten—not from anxiety, but from the way it grounded you instantly.

You glanced up at him, his expression serious as his eyes scanned the crowd. He didn’t look at you, but his thumb lightly brushed against your knuckles, a silent reassurance that he had you.

“Stay close,” he said, his voice low, barely audible over the noise around you. The slight edge in his tone reminded you he was still upset, but his actions told a different story.

You squeezed his hand, a quiet acknowledgment, letting him guide you through the chaos. Even in the middle of a crowd, with emotions tangled between you, he made you feel safe.

Throughout the day, Héctor stayed close, his earlier frustration giving way to quiet care.

At lunch, he pulled out your chair before sitting beside you, his hand resting lightly on your knee as he joined the conversation with his teammates.

Later, when you felt overwhelmed again, he handed you his jacket without a word, draping it over your shoulders like it was second nature.

By the time you both got home, the tension from earlier seemed like a distant memory. Héctor unlocked the door and held it open for you, his usual soft smile finally making an appearance.

Once inside, the weight of the day hit you all at once. Héctor had been so patient, so kind—more than you felt you deserved.

The thought sat heavy in your chest as you watched him move around the room, his effortless care only making the guilt worse.

He’d spent the whole day putting you first, even when you knew you hadn’t made it easy. You sank onto the couch, pulling your knees to your chest, the doubt creeping in.

How could someone like him—a person so thoughtful and good—put up with someone who always seemed to fall apart?

Héctor was heading to the bathroom, ready to take a quick shower, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw you curled up on the couch.

Without a second thought, he walked over and sat down next to you, his hand gently pulling yours away from where you’d been clutching your knee.

“What’s going on amor?” he asked softly, his brows furrowed in concern.

You shook your head, unable to meet his eyes. “It’s nothing,” you mumbled, but your voice cracked slightly, betraying you.

Héctor didn’t let it slide. “Hey,” he said, tilting his head to try and catch your gaze. “You’ve been quiet all night. Talk to me.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles, grounding you in a way that made the lump in your throat harder to ignore.

Héctor waited for a moment, watching your silence, before gently turning your body toward him.

Without a word, he pulled you into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around you as if to shield you from everything. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, and that simple act broke the dam.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you clung to him, guilt and regret overwhelming you. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered, your voice shaky. You felt his arms tighten just a bit more, his chin resting lightly on your head.

“Shh, mi niña,” he murmured, his voice low and tender, though you could hear the ache in it. “I’m not mad at you anymore, okay? Just don’t do this alone again. Please.”

The crack in his tone made your chest hurt even more. Héctor was everything—too good, too patient, too kind—and you realized then that you should’ve trusted him all along. He was your safe place, your person.

Héctor gently pulled back just enough to cup your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears as they fell.

His eyes, soft and full of emotion, searched yours like he was trying to say everything he couldn’t put into words.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time, amor,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “That’s why I’m here, for you. Always.”

The way he said it, so steady and sure, made your heart ache in the best way. You nodded slowly, leaning into his touch as he pressed another kiss to your temple.

“I don’t care how busy I am, or what’s going on,” he continued, his forehead resting gently against yours. “If something’s hurting you, it matters to me. You matter to me.”

In that moment, surrounded by his warmth and his words, it felt like the weight of the world had lifted. You didn’t have to carry it all alone anymore—not when you had him.

Héctor’s eyes flicked to yours, his gaze lingering for a moment that felt like it stretched forever.

His hands were still cradling your face, his thumbs brushing softly against your skin. Slowly, as if giving you every chance to stop him, he leaned in.

When his lips met yours, it was gentle but full of meaning—like he was trying to remind you with every second that you were loved, cherished, and never alone.

The world seemed to quiet around you, the weight of the day melting away in the warmth of his kiss.

When he pulled back, his hands still craddling your face, a small, soft smile playing on his lips. “You’re stuck with me, ¿vale?” he whispered, his tone teasing but full of affection. “No more shutting me out, mi niña.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “God forbid,” you teased, your voice playful as you leaned into him just a little more.

Héctor let out a laugh, shaking his head as he pulled you closer. “Qué graciosa, ¿eh?” he said, his voice full of mock exasperation. “Still stuck with me, though.” (how funny)

Héctor chuckled, shaking his head before throwing his arm around you and tugging you closer, playfully but firmly.

“See? No escape, ni siquiera lo intentes,” he said with a teasing grin, his tone exaggerated like he was making a point. (don't even try)

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips gave you away. “Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, letting yourself lean into him, and, without warning, you pressed a quick series of kisses to his neck.

His immediate reaction—a sharp inhale followed by a burst of laughter—made you grin wider.

“¡No seas tramposa!” he protested, trying to pull away but failing miserably as his laughter gave you the upper hand. (don't cheat)

“Who’s stuck with who now?” you teased, still giggling as he tried to recover, his cheeks slightly pink from both the laughter and the closeness. did yall see his red cheeks after training?? like he's so cute i wanna eat him

Héctor finally managed to catch his breath, his hand coming up to lightly tap your cheek in mock disapproval. “Eres un caso,” he muttered, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. (you're something else)

You just shrugged, resting your head against his shoulder like nothing had happened. “Told you, you’re stuck with me too.”

He let out a soft laugh, his arm tightening around you again as he kissed the top of your head. “Yeah, and I wouldn’t change it for anything,” he said quietly, his voice softer now, the teasing replaced by tenderness.

[pedripics]

back home 💙❤️

[danilixouz]

She says she chooses based on “performance”. Montse makes it very clear that this is not for sports reasons. She knows she cannot take out Alexia and Aitana as they are the best. She decides to remove Irene Paredes??? She’s been our captain for many years and has given us so much! Irene is also currently one of the best center backs in the world rn. Jennifer Hermoso not being called up either is fucking bs. She sends a clear message to the players “Be quiet.”. She’s gradually removing players who spoke out.

Irene Paredes Out

Jenni Hermoso out

Lola Gallardo out

Esther González out

Sandra Paños out

Mapi Leon out

Do you see a pattern?

These amazing players could win everything but wouldn’t be called up because they annoy RFEF.

Mapi Leon: “I have a way of life and VALUES…I cannot go back if the situation doesn’t change.” - RAC1 (12/6/2023)

Montse Tomé: “Mapi still feels she doesn’t want to join the national team, and we respect her decision.”

Ana Crnogorcevic and Vero speaking up about this.

Translation: “being a starter in the best club... it must be because of performance, right?

(I ask for a friend)”

Gracias por todo Leyendas siempre serán capitanas. ❤️

[anyexistingname]

fermín with his little cousin — @ barça one

[donfermin]

November 10, 2024 ↳ REAL SOCIEDAD vs FC BARCELONA

[alex1a-ps]

Capi

[ankaraalexiafcb]

BOOM 💥

[peligrosapopagain]

Fermín López with his family after that summer clásico that changed his life. El día que lo cambió todo.

[giaima61]

Marc Casadó de petito

[zombvic]

hi, i love your writing can you do one where marc guiu is secretly dating lewandoski's daughter and he finds out?

MR LEWANDOWSKI (marc guiu x lewandowski!reader)

summary : in which the polish barcelona player finds out his daughter is dating his teammate

face claim : no-one exact

notes : ty for the request !! im gonna do some requests asap (theres like twenty so plsplspls be patient <3) also im gonna go on vacation soon so ill be less active.

pairings : marc guiu x fem!lewandowski!reader

BEING THE DAUGHTER of the Polish striker, Robert Lewandowski, came with its perks. Some of the benefits was the opportunity to meet your favorite players, attend exclusive events, and see important matches, such as the World Cup and UCL Finals. But managing the constant media attention and living up to the Lewandowski name were only two of the challenges that came with it. The hardest challenge of them all was keeping your relationship with the Barcelona striker, Marc Guiu, a secret.

You knew dating Marc was going to make you slightly insane. The constant hiding and sneaking around was annoying, tbh.. But if you managed to keep this a secret for over seven months, you sure weren't going to fuck it up now.

Hector quickly caught onto your little facade. All three of you were classmates, and it was clear by the looks you exchanged across the classroom, the way Marc spoke to Hector about you, and just the overall way he admired you. Hector was certain you were dating.

Him knowing would actually come in handy. It was a little easier to keep the secret when Hector was on your side. When needed, he helped cover for you by coming up with excuses in case your dad was on the edge of figuring things out.

One afternoon, while your father was out, Marc came over to your house. It was a unique chance for the two of you to have the house to yourselves, and you both wanted to make the most of it.

You were in your room, cuddling on your bed with Marc as a movie was playing on your laptop. It was relaxing, finally a moment of comfort without any worries or the anxiety of getting caught.

"This is nice," Marc murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I wish we could do this more often."

"Me too," you replied, pulling in closer to him. "But you're aware of my dad's history with my ex-boyfriends. If he found out, he would freak out."

Marc sighed as he played with the strings on your hoodie. "I know. Yet, sometimes I picture us going out on a typical date night. No concerns about your father catching us. You know maybe if he got used to our relationship, he could come along."

Playfully poking Marc with your shoulder, you mocked, "Are you using me to date my father?"

Marc gave you a gentle giggle and an amused look as his eyes met yours. "Maybe I am," he answered. "But in all honesty, I just want to go out with you—no sneaking around, just a regular 'I'll have her home by nine, sir' type date."

"Wow, real cute, Marc." Just as you were about to lean in for a kiss, you heard the front door open. Your heart stopped, as you and Marc exchanged panicked and confused looks.

"Oh fuck. He's not supposed to be back yet," you whispered urgently, scrambling off the bed. "You have to hide. Like now."

Marc quickly got up, looking around the room for a hiding spot. "WHAT?! Where should I go?!"

"Jesus Christ, Marc. I don't know just.. just get under the bed or something!" you whispered, trying to keep your voice down.

Just as your father yelled something from the living room, Marc dove under the bed. "Y/n? You home?"

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before opening your bedroom door. "Yeah, What's up?"

He walked down the hallway, a frown on his face. "I thought I left my other keys here. Have you seen them?"

You shook your head, trying to look casual. "Nah, I haven't seen them. Maybe you left them in the locker room after training?"

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe. I'll call someone to check if someone found them. Are you okay? You seem... off."

"I'm good, Dad," you said quickly, hoping he couldn't hear the nervousness in your voice. "Just tired, I guess.."

He looked at you for a moment longer before nodding. "Alright. Well, I'm going to head back out then. Let me know if you find the keys."

As he turned to leave, you heard a muffled cough from under the bed. Your eyes widened in horror as your father stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowing.

"What was that?" he asked, turning back to you.

"What do you mean" you said quickly, desperately trying to think of an excuse. "I didn't hear anything. Is your hearing alright?"

"Hey, I'm still only 35 years young. Anyways, I'll just head out, I guess. See you later, honey." He said as he walked out the front door.

As you walked down the hallway to reach your room, you exclaimed, "Marc, what the fuck was that? The one time you NEED to be quiet, you actually cough. How on earth is that possible?"

"Hey, I didn't put all that dust under your bed," he playfully said while hugging you. "Calm down, babe. He didn't even see me."

"Yeah, but he heard your silly ass. Anyways you should just go. He might come back soon."

At least three hours had passed before your dad returned, which was kind of annoying because you had the chance to finish the movie and still had two hours left to hang out without interruptions.

"Hey honey, I'm back home," your dad said as he walked into the house. You were sitting on the couch, watching Suits (a goated show btw).

Your dad's voice startled you, making you jump slightly. You quickly paused the show and turned to face him. "Hey Dad," you replied.

He looked around the living room with a curious expression. His eyes fell upon the hoodie that Marc gave to you. The hoodie that exclusively Barcelona players got. His brow furrowed slightly as he picked it up, examining it with a puzzled look.

"Whose hoodie is this?" he asked.

You swallowed nervously, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. "Oh, uh, that's Marc's," you said, mentally cursing yourself for not changing beforehand. "He gave it to me last week."

Robert's gaze shifted from the hoodie to you, his expression unreadable. "Marc's?"

"Yeah," you nodded, trying to keep your voice steady. "We… we've been hanging out a lot. Last week i was cold so he gave it to me."

He studied you for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to gauge your sincerity. "Hanging out," he echoed, more a statement than a question.

You nodded again, feeling the weight of his scrutiny. "Okay, yeah. So, Dad, we've been dating for.. a while now."

His eyes widened in surprise, shocked expression on his face. But he didn't look angry. Instead, he let out a slow breath and nodded.

As he stared at you for what felt like an eternity, processing the information, he finally spoke out, his voice calm yet tinged with disbelief, "You and Marc... have been dating?"

"I… I didn't know how you'd react," you admitted, feeling a pinch of guilt for keeping it from him. "And I didn't want you to worry."

Robert leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "I see," he said. "And how long has this 'while' been?"

Marc cleared his throat, speaking up, "About seven months, Mr. Lewandowski."

Your dad looked at Marc with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Marc? What are you doing here?" he asked, seeing him in the living room unexpectedly.

"I'm sorry, sir. Y/n messaged me to come over, so I did," Marc spoke out, trying to explain his sudden arrival.

"Sorry for not telling you sooner, Mr. Lewandowski," he said earnestly. "We didn't mean to keep it from you."

Robert eased his expression and laughed. "I understand," he softly said in response. "While I can't say I'm not surprised, I appreciate your honesty. Also, Marc, we've known each other for some time now. Just call me as usual." Your father joked with his teammate, your boyfriend.

You felt a wave of relief when you realized he wasn't upset. To be honest, he looked more interested than angry. "So, what do you think, Dad?" You questioned him.

Robert leaned forward, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, if Marc here has managed to win your heart for seven months without my knowledge, he must be doing something right," he said, his tone teasing yet approving.

Marc and you exchanged a relieved smile as you felt the tension ease. Despite his reputation for being serious, Your dad has surprised you today by showing you compassion and comprehension.

You said, "Thank you, Dad," appreciating his understanding.

He chuckled loudly and replied. "Please just promise me that you will keep me updated. I'm happy for you both."

It was impossible not to feel an overwhelming feeling of relief. The secret was finally out.

[pedripics]

🔙🏡

[danilixouz]

They both hit the same emote 😭

[millyh23]

Too Fit to Quit

Alexia Putellas x Reader

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It all started during a light-hearted conversation after training. The team was winding down, catching their breath, when Alexia, still stretching, casually said, "I think I might just be the fittest on this team." She glanced around with a confident smirk, her eyes sparkling with the challenge she didn’t even need to voice.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. "Oh, is that so?" The other players caught the look you gave her, eyebrows raised as though you couldn’t believe her nerve. "Let’s see about that, then. How about a bleep test?"

A glint of excitement flickered across her face as she nodded. "You’re on. Prepare to lose."

The team perked up instantly, laughing and eagerly gathering around to watch. Your competitive streaks were legendary, and they knew neither of you would make this easy on the other.

The beeps began, and the challenge was simple: run back and forth in sync with each beep. Each round, the beeps would speed up, and eventually, the less fit ones would give in. But you and Alexia were as stubborn as they come, pushing each other to keep up no matter how fast or relentless the beeps became.

At first, it felt almost too easy. You both stayed light on your feet, easily keeping up with each beep, glancing over at each other with playful, taunting smirks. But as the rounds progressed, the pace picked up, and so did your mutual determination. Everyone else had either dropped out or settled into watching, laughing and cheering you both on.

“Come on, Alexia, that’s all you’ve got?” you teased, though you were breathing harder now, each step starting to feel heavier.

She shot you a look, her grin turning fierce. “Oh, cariño, I haven’t even started yet.”

You both pushed harder, sweat beginning to bead on your foreheads, muscles burning, breaths coming faster with each sprint across the pitch. The beeps seemed to blur into each other, like an unending taunt neither of you could back away from. The team looked on in awe, practically vibrating with laughter as they witnessed this spectacle. Even the coaching staff exchanged glances, eyebrows raised at the intense show of stubbornness.

Round after round, neither of you slowed. Your legs felt like they were made of cement, but you couldn’t quit—not with Alexia watching you, waiting for any sign of weakness. And from the look in her eyes, she wasn’t about to quit either.

Finally, with a gasp and a triumphant laugh, you stumbled on a particularly quick turn, only to see Alexia falter as well. You both crumpled onto the grass in unison, panting and grinning despite yourselves, the team breaking into cheers and laughter around you.

“Not so fit now, are you?” you managed to say between gasps, throwing her a playful glare.

She rolled her eyes, still catching her breath. “Speak for yourself. You look like you can’t even get up.”

You both laughed, pushing yourselves up slowly as the team crowded around, still laughing and clapping as they helped you hobble off the field.

The next morning, you felt like you’d aged fifty years overnight. Just sitting up in bed took a monumental effort as every muscle in your legs seemed to scream in protest. Groaning, you reached for your phone, grimacing at the text Alexia had already sent.

Ale: You’re dead to me. I can’t even stand up right now.

You: Look who’s talking. I’m still blaming you for this.

With reluctant laughs, you both agreed to skip training and meet up in the recovery room, where you limped in to find Alexia already sprawled on a padded chair, looking as miserable as you felt.

“You just had to open your mouth,” you muttered, settling in beside her with a wince.

She scoffed, wincing as she tried to adjust. “You didn’t have to challenge me. If anything, this is entirely your fault.”

As you grumbled back and forth, the door swung open to reveal Mapi, grinning from ear to ear. She took in the sight of the two of you slouched, still bickering, and burst into laughter. “If it isn’t our ‘fittest players’! Look at you both—too proud to quit, too stubborn to admit you’re both hopeless.”

“Oh, shut up, Mapi,” Alexia mumbled, trying not to laugh and failing.

Mapi didn’t let up, of course. She sauntered over, crossing her arms with a teasing smile. “Remind me never to take a bet with either of you two. You’d probably run a marathon just to win a ‘who’s faster’ argument.”

She mimicked a dramatic gasp, hand on her heart. “The mighty Alexia and Y/N, defeated by a beeping noise. Truly, we’re all in awe of your strength.”

You managed a laugh despite the soreness. “Keep talking, Mapi, and maybe next time we’ll challenge you.”

Mapi held up her hands in mock surrender. “Oh, no, I value my legs, thank you.”

Alexia shot her a glare, half-laughing. “Just wait, Mapi. You’ll regret that.”

Mapi’s laughter echoed in the recovery room as you and Alexia shared a tired but amused look, knowing all too well that your competitive streaks had definitely gotten the best of you this time. But as you leaned back and settled into the recovery session, grumbling and sharing smirks, you couldn’t deny the odd satisfaction of knowing you’d both pushed each other to the limit—even if you’d be paying for it for days.

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The End

[donfermin]

TRAINING SESSION ↳ November 11, 2024

[alex1a-ps]

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[wosona]

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