#Hector Garcia

[sainzzsturns]

could you write hector looking after drunk reader

Drunkie

H. Fort x reader

category: fluff

warnings: drinking, lowercase intended, sorry in advance for any grammar errors english isn’t my first language.

summary: where reader has a little too much to drink.

after a event with the barca team, everyone, including both you and héctor, made your way to the after party.

when there, you two split up, all the players sitting at the lounge while you and the rest of the wags made your way to the dance floor by the bar.

both you and dayane were swaying your hips with great ability, being because of your brazilian genes.

héctor stole a few glances here and there, but he started really looking at you when other men around the bar started looking at your body sway.

he knew you weren’t really the person to want too much attention on yourself, so he figured you mustn’t be sober to do that.

be bid his goodnights to his friends around him and made his way to you.

he bumped into sarah on the way and eyes slightly widened when she mentioned all the drinks you had taken.

“hey cariño, how about we go home, aren’t you tired already?” he said to you.

“no, c’mon come dance with me.” you said locking your arms around his neck, looking up at him.

he got lost in you for a second, the way your eyes glimmered and the way your body touched his made him go crazy.

“no, you’re too drunk, let’s go.” he said picking you up bridal style.

he made his way out of the venue and to the parking lot where his car was. (let’s just pretend he can drive!)

“no let me go, my boyfriend, héctor, is in there, he’s going to take me home.” you blabbered.

“baby it’s literally me.” he answered.

“oh hi handsome! you look so good héc! i’m so lucky.”

“okay that’s enough.” he opened the passenger for you and set you inside, making sure you were comfortable.

when you got home he took you to your shared bedroom, grabbing your favorite pair of pjs and started undressing you to get your more comfortable clothes on.

“oh héctor stop!” you said blushing.

“i’m just putting your pjs on, stop being dirty minded.”

he dressed you and laid you on the bed, kissing your forehead, making his way to the kitchen to grab some medicine and water for when you woke up.

when he went back up the stairs to your bedroom he saw you already passed out on the bed.

he got comfortable and laid down beside you also.

when he woke up he saw you sitting down on the bed, drinking the water he had set for you before bed.

“does someone feel hungover?” he said, voice deep from sleep.

he made his way to you putting his hands around your shoulders from behind.

“oh my god you can’t even believe my headache right now.” you answered, leaning into his touch.

“well at least you had fun last night!” he talked again.

you hum in annoyance before laying back down on the bed, héctor kissed your head stroking your hair trying to make you feel better.

“thank you for taking care of me.” you whispered.

“no problem, cariño, i’ll always be here for ya’”

“i hope i wasn’t too embarrassing yesterday.”

“don’t worry, i would never let you embarrass yourself!” he answered.

[heartblobs]

September, 1892

With the rapid growth of America’s economy, and the promise of living ‘The Dream,’ many families from other countries were beginning to emigrate to the bustling young nation. Walter was first hand evidence of this fact, but he also saw it beginning to pour more and more into Brindleton Bay as the years struck on.

Vast waves of immigrants came, and that meant more workers were coming to the workplace. Walter saw a new man nearly everyday down at the docks, hoping a fishing company would take them on. It was on one day in September that Walter was introduced to a new coworker, starting as a deckhand on his crew.

Hector Garcia, a man who looked in earnest at this opportunity, had migrated from Selvadorada, the same place Walter’s family was from. Though his Spanish was not nearly as perfect as a native’s would be, he could still keep himself in steady conversation, thanks to his parents. Walter was also the only other Spanish speaker on his crew, so naturally Hector was drawn to him.

The two men soon became quick friends, with Walter trying to help out Hector and his family (a wife and a daughter) as much as possible. They would spend some Friday afternoons drinking with one another at the local bar, lamenting about all of their big hopes and dreams of landing a good job and becoming rich. Soon enough, their families would also join and Walter would find himself a fellow hard worker to lean on.

🕰️ / 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 / 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡

[masterlightt]

"Whenever you feel incapable of doing something, a very effective practice is to write down your own list of all the things that you had at one time you believed you would never achieve, but ended up managing to do. Sometimes they can be silly inventories, but they help to knock down the walls between you and your confidence."

[caprisun-sensei]

[goeticfinds]

Gold leaf collages by Bambi (Ana Cecilia Treviño), photographed by Héctor García in 1963 Mexico City for a show in Galería Juan Martín.

[pebblegalaxy]

Explore 'Ikigai' by Hector Garcia: Discover the Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life #TBRChallenge #bookchatter @Blogchatter

Living Longer and Happier: Unveiling the Japanese Secret of Ikigai In the quest for longevity and happiness, many cultures have explored various paths, but few have developed as compelling an approach as the Japanese concept of ikigai. Translating roughly to “a reason for being,” ikigai is a philosophy that intertwines one’s passion, mission, vocation, and profession, suggesting that the…

[alwaysbeenag]

[bradburyshriver]

“But the unexpected alway happens, sooner or later.” -Hector Garcia

[justana0kguy]

2023 MARCH 07 Tuesday

"There is no secret to it. The trick is to just live.

~ Ogimi Centenarian,

IKIGAI: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life by Hector Garcia and Francesc Miralles

[zombvic]

would you write one of hector fort and reader being in an argument and reader crying because of the accumulated stress and hector comforting reader afterwards pls

PLUS ONE (hector garcía fort x reader)

summary : in which hector gets invited to a team event, which comes with a certain challenge

face claim : no-one

notes : first time writing angst lol sorry if its soft but im a noobie

pairings : hector fort x reader , angst

HECTOR and I have been dating for about a year. Our relationship has been very low-key, with only our families knowing about it. We both agreed it was better this way—he has his fangirls, and I would assume they would go ballistic if they found out Hector had a girlfriend. Not even the Barca players knew; some, slowly caught on, but apart from a few REALLY soft, soft launches, it was basically non-existent to the public eye.

It was a typical Saturday evening when Hector came over to my apartment after a training, a bit more excited than usual. “Guess what?”

“What’s up, babe?” I asked, looking up from my phone.

“I got invited to the FIFA Football Awards event next month. It’s a big deal; all the top players will be there,” he said, sitting down beside me.

“Wow, that’s amazing, Hector! I’m so proud of you,” I replied, genuinely happy for him.

“And they said I could bring a plus one,” he added, his voice trailing off as he looked at me expectantly.

I paused, my excitement fading slightly. “Oh, that’s.. nice.”

Hector noticed the change in my tone and his brows furrowed. “I want you to come with me,” he said firmly.

“Hector, you know we agreed to keep this low-key. An event like that, with all the media and attention… it’s not exactly low-key,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know, but it’s just one event. We don’t have to hide forever. Besides, I want to share this moment with you.”

I shook my head. “It’s not that simple. Once we go public, things will change. People will start prying into the life of my family and I. I don’t want that kind of stress.”

“But I want to be able to be with you openly. It’s been over year. I’m tired of hiding” he argued, his frustration evident.

He got up and walked around the room. 

"So, why can't we do just one thing together? "I just want one, public, night together." 

"It never lasts a night. Today it's the awards; tomorrow it'll be something different."

"Where does it end?" I exclaimed, my voice rising as my anger increased. 

"I don't see why you're so against this. It's not like I'm asking you to do something really crazy." 

"I just want my girlfriend to be there for me, to support me." he said, his voice filled with distress.

"And I support you, Hector. Every. Single. Day, I offer you my whole support. However, this is not like usually. It isn't just about us. It's all about the media, fans, and attention.

"It's genuienly too much."

Hector paused while walking, his eyes softening. "I had no idea that was giving you so much anxiety. I just thought... Maybe it was time to announce our relationship, I don't know."

With a shaky voice, I took a deep breath. "Hector, it's not that I don't want to be with you honestly. It’s just that I’m scared. Scared of what will happen when everyone knows. Scared of the pressure, the judgment."

"I apologize for pressuring you. Im sorry. I just... I want you to know that no award or event is equivalent to how much you mean to me. I just wanted everyone to see the girl i adore and love so very much."

"You don’t get it, Hector. You're used to the constant focus on you and your loved ones. I'm not famous in any way, nor do I desire to be."

Hector's face fell, guilt and regret obvious and clear in his eyes. "I'm sorry; I should've taken your feelings into consideration. I just assumed that-"

“You assumed what? That I would suddenly be fine with our private life being exposed to the world?” I interrupted, slowly feeling the anger rise in me.

“I thought we could handle it together,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“But I’m not as strong as you think I am, Hector,” I said, my voice breaking. “I never cry, I never let things get to me. But this… it’s just too much. I can’t do it. What if they try to break us apart? It's so overwhelming. What if the media digs into our personal lives and spreads lies? What if your fans start hating me, or I say something wrong, and it affects you? The anxiety is eating me alive."

Feeling the weight of everything squeezing me, I shook my head. "Hector, I'm not as strong as you expect me to be. I can’t handle the thought of people judging us, criticizing us. With all this pressure, the idea of losing you is too much for me to handle."

"Hector, you just don't get it. You're used to being the focus of attention. However, I'm not. I'm more than scared, I'm basically petrified."

I looked aside, trying to cover my face as the tears I had been keeping back suddenly burst out. Hector stood there for a brief momentwatching me with a distressed expression. Then, slowly, he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

“I’m so sorry, love. I didn’t realize how much this was affecting you. We don’t have to go public if you’re not ready. We can take our time,” he said, his voice gentle and soothing.

I leaned into his embrace, my sobs shaking my body. “Thank you. I just need time.”

He squeezed me even tighter and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Take as much time as you need. I'm always here to support you. I love you."

The tension began to ease as we stood there, holding another closely. I knew that between us, we would get through this. That was the only thing that mattered for now.

first time ever writing angst hope its what you imagined while requesting 𖹭

[looooochie]

𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 | lamine yamal

summary: lamine toys around with his girlfriend.

TODAY, WAS YOUR sister's 19th birthday. And as she should, and of course, she invited you to it.

your outfit:

You were doing your makeup, as your partner was preparing to go to practice. He looked at you, and smiled.

Lamine admired your pale blue dress, and the all the accessories such as the butterfly hair clip in it.

As you already know, the Moroccan is a bit mischievous. And you felt a pair of eyes staring at you, and next thing, you slightly jump and the lipstick got misplaced on your face. All Lamine did was smirk as you gently tap his cheek.

"Lamine... now I have to do my makeup all over again.." you say in a tsundere-ish tone. "So what? Aren't I allowed to jumpscare you a little?" he replies slyly.

"No.. Now dont you have training to get to?" you ask. His smile faded almost immediately.

"Shit.. I gotta go!" he says giving you a kiss, and his spit went into that kiss. He wipes it off which smudges your makeup even more. He did it on purpose.

"See you at the party later!" Lamine says, before getting out the door.

Wait what? What did he mean by 'See you at the party later' ? You didn't think much of it, before getting your makeup kit and repairing the smudged parts.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ✧˚.༘⋆

After getting out the car, you look at your sister's house, it. Was. Lit. You could even see some people standing outside the house, that's how lit it really was.

You walking in through the front door to see tons of people in there. A lot of ballons, the music was blasting, and vice versa. Then you go to the backyard and yeah, pretty much the same, but with some people in the pool.

Excited, you search around your sister, and you find her, she looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a tiara, a black dress along with some jewelry and black gloves to finish it off. You go up to her and she sees you.

(I'm just going to use Sira as an example of your sister's name)

Sira runs up to you, enveloping you in a warn, loving hug. "Hey, I'm glad you made hermana!" she says, very happy to see you.

I mean, Sira went out of Barcelona to fulfill her acting dreams and hadn't seen you in about 3 years. So she was. ECSTATIC.

"So, how has acting been for you?" you ask smiling. "Its been good. I'm just excited you're here." Sira replies. She moves her head a bit and sees your partner going in.

"Hey Y/N.. What's your boyfriend here for?" she asks. You turn around and your eyes widen. Lamine comes in and starts talking with the boys there.

"Uhh Sira.. I'm just going to Lamine. Is that okay?" you ask, a bit stressed. "Sure. I don't mind!" Sira replies. You slowly run towards Lamine and luckily, you didn't trip because of your Converses.

When you get to Lamine, you rapidly tap his shoulder. And he turns around. "Amor.. What the fuck are you doing here??"

"Oh, we got off training early and your sister's boyfriend,also known as my teammate, let me come." he smiles and slightly shifts so you could see him.

"Hey, what's good Y/N?" he begins. You smile and look at him closely, then you realize that it was Alejandro Balde, Barça's left back. "Hey, you're Alejandro Balde right?" you question.

"Yep, that's me. And by the way, I'm your sister's boyfriend." Alejandro smiles. "Thats cool dude. How long have you and Sira been dating?"

"Oh, it's been about two weeks. We met on Instagram and we liked eachother ever since." Alejandro replies. Next thing you knew, you found yourself having a conversation between Lamine and Alejandro, your new friend.

Ale looks around and sees the people gathering around. "Oh guys, we're about to go sing happy birthday now." Alejandro says, as he gets up from the sofa and goes in the garden. You and Lamine join him and walk towards the garden, hand in hand.

(I'm lazy asf so skip)

You look at the cake you were eating and you were stewing a little. It did feel a little stuffy in there so you wanted to take a breather. You go outside and sit on the porch, looking at the night sky.

The door opens and Lamine goes outside aswell and sits next to you. "Why did you just walk out like that?" Lamine asks.

"It was a little hard to breathe in there, and it was really chaotic." you reply. In return, Lamine pulls you close and puts an arm around you.

"I get you. It kinda was crowded." "Thanks." you say, and give him a kiss on the cheek. This moment was the best, just you, Lamine, and the, dark, night sky.

"Hey, remember when we got our first tattoos?" you ask, breaking the silence. "Yeah, that was actually pretty cool. I used to think if you get a tattoo, you're putting scribble scrabble on yourself." Lamine laughs.

You look down and your arm, and the ink it has. It was Lamine's debut date for Barcelona, you practically had to get that on you. Meanwhile his tattoo is of your name and birthday, so he had two.

"The tattoo thing was a really good idea Y/N." "I know." you responded as you, shift closer to Lamine and just, be there. For him.

[lonesomelanor]

▬▬▬   𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀 .   𝜗𝜚 

ִ     ꒱  hector fort && bambi!content creator!reader ₊˚⊹

bambi reached over to turn on her mirror light, clicking the small button that made the white lights flash across both her and hector’s faces. hector squinted, shutting his eyes tight against the sudden brightness. “you could’ve given me a warning.”

bambi giggled at his reaction. “sorry, baby.” she kissed his cheek.

“hi, deers! today, i’m here with my lovely boyfriend, hector!” she beamed into the camera.

hector’s eyes lit up when she said his name, and he gave a little wave. “introduce yourself while i look for my hair clips,” bambi said, getting up from her vanity.

“hi. i’m hector. .. . fort garcía, i play as a right back for barcelona atlètic. and i’ve been dating bambi for around 2-ish years,”

bambi giggled at his awkwardness, “okay. find them! now.. . let’s start” she sat back down next to hector. he grabbed the clips from her and pushed her hair back away from her face, placing the clips into her hair.

“now what’s the first— second step?” bambi asked hector. he looked at her cheetah makeup bag, picking it up. he unzipped the bag and looked for her foundation and concealer, “did you use moisturizer already?” he asked her.

she nodded, “that’s your first hint. .. no more!” she joked. hector rolled his eyes, he grabbed her nars sheer glow foundation from the bag, he squeezed the bottle’s cap onto the back of his hand, “why is it so orange?” his face full of disgust. she stared at him, blankly. he looked for her makeup sponge, he saw a bright pink sponge laying on her clear vanity that was covered with old foundation and concealer.

“is this the right one?”

she shrugged which made hector sigh, he patted the sponge onto the back of his hand, trying to pick the product up. he looked at the sponge to see if there was product on the pink object, hector began to dab the sponge onto her brown skin.

“now this one is too pale,” he looked at the maybeline fit me concealer. “baby, do you need help picking out makeup to match your skin tone?” he asked in genuine concerned. she couldn’t help with burst out laughing, “noo hector, it’s supposed to be like that” she assured him.

he continued to repeat the same process to apply the concealer onto her face.

“glossier,” hector mimicked the name of her eyebrow gel before he turned the black cap off of thin white bottle, he flicked her eyebrows up with the wand. he leaned back to over look her face, his eyes now wider than usual. “fucked your eyebrows up..” he mumbled under his breath before he reapplied the gel onto her eyebrows trying to fix them.

bambi stifled a laugh as he tried to fix the slightly uneven brow. “no one will notice, baby. you’re doing great,” she reassured him, enjoying his focused determination.

“ok now.. i know you don’t use eyeshadow anymore so i think that’s it.” he said, nodding to himself.

he continued sifting through her bag, lifting out a compact with a coral blush inside. “i think this step— blush. it makes you look like a tomato,” he added, grabbing the blush with a teasing grin. he smiled, tapping the brush into the blush and gently sweeping it across her cheeks.

“okay, but go easy! i don’t wanna look like i’m overheating,”

bambi grinned, watching him fumble a little as he unscrewed the highlighter cap. he squeezed out a tiny amount, and with his finger, gently dabbed the highlighter onto her cheekbones and the tip of her nose. “estàs maca” he said with a proud smile, meaning you look pretty in catalan.

“come closer..” he said, his voice low and playful, leaning in so he could apply the lip liner and balm. her lips pouted out as he carefully pressed her brown lip liner against her lips— the liner was just a smidge darker than the natural color of her lips. he picked up her pink vaseline tin, his fingers gliding across the pink jelly and pressing it against her top and bottom lip.

“perfect!” she said with a huge smile.

hector pulled the makeup bag closer, looking for some setting spray. his face scrunched up a little as he looked. "i have no idea what this is..." he trailed off, lifting up the setting spray, his face contorting in confusion. "it's called setting spray." she said, reaching for the bottle, "it'll set your face for the day,"

bambi shook the bottle, holding her hair back. she closed her eyes as she began to spray her face before hector spoke out, "i thought i was doing your makeup,” he complained, taking the setting spray out of her hand and shaking the bottle as well.

he held her chin and sprayed the setting spray on her face. she shook her head and smiled. "you did, and now you're finished. thanks for doing this!" she kissed his cheek.

he grabbed the vlogging camera and aimed it towards her, "so how did i do?" he asked her, “not bad. .. but you did forget something,” she teased.

he looked up at her, biting his lip. "what?"

as soon as bambi started talking, he attacked her lips with his, kissing her.

she giggled between his lips, “hector! no, it’s my mascara,” she said, pulling away laughing.

▌ AYANA NOTES !

⤷ first fic out 😁 + fic inspired by @luvaaiko.

⤷ lowk might make a au for this relationship

❪ written by 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗿 on tumblr ❫

[heartblobs]

March, 1895, ½

“Walter? You okay, primo?” 

His attention suddenly snapped toward the man at his side. Hector stood next to him, trying his best not to look too concerned for Walter’s sake. It was almost as if he appeared out of the salty sea air, and it made Walter wonder how long he had been speaking to him before he finally snapped back to reality.

“Just tired,” Walter replied to his friend, looking back out to the waves of the ocean. “The twins are a lot to handle. And much more expensive than just one baby.” He went on to explain how well Evaline seemed to flourish since the birth of the twins, but how he was struggling. Twin babies meant more mouths to feed, which was more money coming out of his pockets. In addition to the animals and the farm maintenance, it appeared that every day more and more immigrants flocked to Brindleton Bay, all of them desperate to feed their own families as well. It only added to Walter's growing anxieties that one day, he would no longer be needed down at the docks. He would be left jobless with a family to provide for.

Hector listened to his friend in silence. There was not much he could add to the conversation for much of Walter's worries were his own. It was what bonded the two men so closely, to understand and express themselves to another man. Besides, Hector wasn't sure there was much he could say to ease Walter's hurried thoughts.

Yet, since coming to America, there were a few things that Hector had took notice of. "To get anywhere in this country, you have to have connections. Your wife, she comes from money, right?"

Walter sighed. There were many times he had thought about going to Evaline's father and begging for mercy, to beg him to an opportunity at one of his factories. Not even as one of those fancy accountants, just a lowly laborer would suffice. Yet it was his pride, and his wife, that stopped him in the past. "She would never agree for me to ask her family for help. It's... complicated."

In a moment's notice he would go into another tiraid, this time about his wife's richer family. Before he could get himself started, his friend halted any chance for him to, "You don't have to ask them for anything. Use your connection to her family name."

His connection? Walter knew the Stanfield name was enough to turn heads. Perhaps not so much in Brindleton Bay, but in more populated cities like Newcrest or even Willow Creek... It was a thought at least, a chance to use his wife's fortune for good.

🕰️ / 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 / 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡

[masterlightt]

"It is not always a matter of laziness. Sometimes we are simply busy maintaining what we have devoted so much time to building, and we have neither the time not the energy to take it to the next level. Or perhaps true change scares us?"

[pedripics]

the boys at Estadi Olímpic Lluís Companys 💙❤️

[ikram1909]

The boys are full of praise for each other 😭❤️