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sports-on-sundays · 7 months ago

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hii can u write smth about hector and reader being best friends bc their parents are very close friends, and him realizing that he is down bad for her after having a small talk with his mother.

Please and thank u, love ur written btw 💝

mama's boy / Héctor Fort

Summary: Héctor x best friend!reader - Héctor being a stupid little adorable idiot in love.

Warnings: censored cuss

Requested?: Yes.

"Why don't you two go out on the front porch?" your mother suddenly brings up. Though, yes, you and Héctor are seventeen now, and should be able to sit through an adult conversation with your parents and stay respectful without being antsy, everyone knows that's not true.

But still. Being asked to go out on the front porch? That can never be a good sign.

"Why?" you demand. "The weather is so gross out."

"Because Mama told you to," your father pipes in sternly. "Now, go on. You can go with Héctor. We adults are allowed to have a conversation without your ears listening."

You're about to protest further, but then Héctor, sitting next to you, gives you a little nudge. "Oh, come on. You're so disrespectful to your parents. Just come on out with me."

You frown but stand up dramatically, following him outside.

The truth is, it's embarrassing having to sit alone with a boy like Héctor.

Not because he's creepy, or not nice. No, it's because he is nice. He's nicer than every other boy you know, and you never know how to react to him.

You plop down on the porch swing with him. He starts using his long legs to swing the two of you back and forth, and you tuck your (shorter) legs up, sitting criss cross.

"It's beautiful and sunny out. What's gross about today?"

You pout a little. "So humid."

"Oh, come on, now. It's fine."

You cross your arms and stare out at the sunny view behind Héctor's house, and the bright colors make it easy to forget your grumpy mood as you ask with a soft giggle, looking to Héctor, "What do you think our parents are talking about?" When you look to Héctor, he immediately looks away from you.

But you caught the split second of his big brown eyes staring at you.

But he shrugs casually. "Probably just boring stuff."

"Do you think it could be about us?"

Héctor smiles, chuckling a bit at the question. "Maybe, but I'm not going to worry about it."

You shrug. You sure want to think about it, but since Héctor brushes it off so easily, you suppose you may as well do the same.

You sit together in silence, swinging back and forth.

And for you, this just feels like a normal, nice breezy day, sitting with a family friend.

But for Héctor, deep down inside, this feels like more.

He watches the way your eyes seem to glimmer in the sunlight. The way your hair gently tosses in the warm breeze. How the sunlight seems to light up your face. He wonders what you're thinking about as you look out. He looks at your smooth hands, sitting in your lap, and all at once, it hits him.

He blushes deep red, looking away.

She's gorgeous.

"Y/n-" he suddenly says, not knowing what to say, but knowing he has to say something.

"Yeah?" you look over casually.

"You, uh... You're... I think your- uh."

"Yeah?" you lean in expectantly.

"Your shoelace is untied. You should tie it. Don't want you to trip," he quickly comes up with.

You shrug and lean down, tying your shoe.

"Was there anything else?" you ask once you finish, looking at him again.

But then suddenly, before he can come up with some other awkward response, the screen door behind you opens, and Héctor's mama walks out. "Hey, you two," she smiles. "Héc, Y/n needs to go now with her parents. So say goodbye."

You grin, glancing to him and giving him a playful nudge. "Bye, Héc."

He rolls his eyes, but he feels his face flush. "Only my mama can call me that."

"If you say so. Héc," you say with a giggle as you stand up. You wave to him, thank his mother, and walk into the house to go to the front, where your parents will be waiting to go home.

Meanwhile, when Héctor's mother is about to go back into the house, he suddenly says, "Wait. Mama. Can... Can you sit down next to me? Just for a few minutes?"

She smiles a bit and sits down next to her son on the porch swing. "Of course." The two sit there silently for a few minutes, before Héctor's mother finally says, "So... You really like that girl, don't you?"

Héctor swallows. "I... I don't know. I guess... I guess she's just really pretty. And I've known her for so long."

His mother smiles, giving his shoulder a little pat, and teases, "Does my boy have a crush?"

Just at those words, his heart rate quickens. "Crush?! I don't know if it's a crush..."

"Sounds like it to me," she chuckles. "And it's looked like you've had one on her for quite a while now, but you're just too scared to admit it..."

"Mama..." Héctor sighs, putting his warm face in his hand.

"Yes?" she smiles.

He's quite for a few seconds, before muttering, "I think you're right..."

"About what?" she grins.

"That... Well, I don't know. I kind of... I love every single second I get to be with her. It's like I'm down bad for her. F*cking mad for this girl."

"Hey, young man," she chuckles. "Watch your tongue."

"Right," he rolls his eyes, but then comments, "But do you know what I mean? Like, what I'm saying?"

"Oh, Héctor," she chuckles. "Of course I do. Can't get her out of your mind, can you?"

Héctor seems to just flush even more at this. "I guess not..."

She smiles, patting her son's shoulder a bit as she stands up. "Well, even if you don't think so, I bet she likes you back."

"She doesn't act like it."

"Oh, come on, now. How d'you know? Girls are different than guys. She'd be a good girl for you. I mean, your mama approves of her," she adds with a chuckle.

"So, what are you saying?" Héctor asks slowly, looking up to meet his mother's eyes.

She smiles a bit as she opens the screen door to go inside. "I'm saying that you should think about asking her out on a date sometime."

And she goes back inside, leaving Héctor as a flustered mess of swarming thoughts, to think over that decision on his own.

"Hey, Y/n," Héctor says immediately when he sees you next, which is, this time, a visit at your family home, to have some dinner. It's like he's made a beeline toward you and now stands in front of you. "Dinner won't be ready right away, right?"

You shake your head slowly. "No, I reckon not. Why?"

"Could we... like, I don't know... Go to your room or something?"

You shrug and nod, leading him there. "Sure. I don't see why not." When you make it there, you sit down on the bed together. You lean back against your pillows, but Héctor sits there very stiffly. After a few seconds of silence, you say, "So... what's up?"

Suddenly he turns to you, takes your hand, and blurts, "Uh- Friday? Evening? Would you be free for me to take you out, for, like, dinner someplace?"

You stare back, eyebrows shooting up. You glance at your hands. "Like, on a date?"

Héctor feels the soft skin of your smaller hand. "Yeah... Right, like on a date."

"O- Oh... Yeah, sure... I guess so. Yeah, we can do that."

He seems to let out a long breath of relief as you ask, "Where to?"

"You choose?"

"Surprise me," you grin. "But not too fancy. Don't go overboard."

Then he mutters, "Maybe I'll just ask my mama what she thinks."

"What?" you ask with a chuckle.

"Nothing!" he blushes.

"I heard you!"

He glances away, shifting, but holds your hand tighter.

You grin and comment, "You like me a lot, don't you?"

He drags his hand over his face, clearly very embarrassed.

But even as you teasingly smile, your cheeks are heating up a bit, too. "You've always been so sweet with me... Now it makes sense. So, what, did your mama finally help you figure it out? That you like me, and I like you back?"

"You do?!" his head shoots up, his eyes shining like stars.

You grin and nod a little, but say, "You never answered my question, Héc."

He sighs, glancing away, but chuckles, "Maybe..."

You grin. "So, in other words, 'yes.'" You grin and suddenly lean in. You grin press your lips to his blazing warm red cheek and murmur close to his ear, "You've always been your mama's boy."

He just buries his face in his hands, an embarrassed, adorable, overwhelmed-with-emotions mess.

But honestly, maybe he's not so bad.

He might even be a little cute.

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nyssaswitch · 10 months ago

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Pool Party with the Barca Boys

Chapter 5

Y/N’s POV

In the corner of my eye I saw Frenkie sneak out of the room, where we’d just been together.

The whole encounter had left me a little dehydrated and I could still feel his salty fluids on my lips. As I bent over to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge, I felt Frenkie pressing up against me, whispering “are you gonna finish what you started”, in my ear.

I smirked and muttered “you’d like that wouldn’t you”, while walking away.

After downing my glass of water, I went back to the pool where the boys were, yet again, wrapped up in a heated game of pool football.

I lay down on a pool bed and put my sunglasses on.

In the background I could hear the boys being rowdy and smacking the ball every now and then.

I was basking in the sun and wasn’t complaining about the company I was with.

Smack.

The football crashed to the ground beside me with a powerful thud, its force reverberating through the air.

I lazily take off my shades, to see that Marc was the one responsible for sending the football my way.

“Is there a problem chica?”, he asks with a smirk.

“No not I all”, I say, while flinging the ball in his direction.

“What’s a girl gotta do for a bit of peace and quiet around here”, I sighed.

I’d been seated for a minute or so, when the ball flew in my direction, yet again. This time I saw that Héctor was the one who sent the ball in my direction.

He looked at me with sparkling eyes, when I threw the ball back at him.

I laid back on the bed, just for the ball to make its way to me, every five minutes or so. A different guy being the perpetrator each time.

“Guys, stop trying to get my sister’s attention, are we here to play ball, or to flirt?”

Chuckles could be heard from several directions, after Gavi had said what was on everyone’s mind.

“Or you could stop playing football for a minute, so that I could finally swim in the pool too”.

“Sure, come in”, João said.

I approached the pool and dipped one toe in, the guys looking at me expectantly.

“The water’s freezing, I don’t understand how you guys have been in the water for the last couple of hours”.

“I could keep you warm”, said João.

“Oh can you now”.

“You know what I think, someone just needs to throw you in”, said Héctor.

“Oh god”, I sighed.

Before I knew it, Héctor was standing behind me and had his arms wrapped around me.

“Aaah”, I let out a squeal of surprise, “let me go, you’re freezing!”

“Not unless you join us in the pool” he said.

I broke free from grasp, “not unless you can catch me” I yelled.

I lasted 20 meters, before Héctor appeared behind me and wrapped his arms around me.

We were standing right on the edge of the pool, when Héctor leaned over, leaving me to dangle over the pool.

“Oh my god”, I yelped, “stop” Héctor.

He pulled me back into his embrace.

Then pushed me forward, I felt my body leaping, thinking this would be the push that’d land me in the pool.

“Please Héctor, please please please, let me go, I don’t wanna get my hair wet.”

He lowered his voice and muttered “you like begging huh, what would you give, for me to not push you in the pool?”

“Anything, Héctor, please it took me four hours to get ready this morning.”

“Too bad”, he murmured, letting go of me and pushing me into the pool.

“Ahhh, nooo”, I yelped, as I felt myself falling.

That inconsiderate douchebag, guys will never understand how much time it takes us girls to get ready, especially if we’ve made an effort to get all dolled up.

I swam to the stairs and stormed off.

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shitsndgiggs · 2 months ago

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Hi Kaya! So yesterday night I got drunk for the first time, I was wondering maybe if you could do a hector fort one. Where he’s with his friends while she’s at her friends house having a little girls night with her friends and she’s just completely out of it but her friends have taken care of her but she just wants hector and she’s just all knocked out and stumbling everywhere and stuff. And he comes too pick her up after a face time call with her and her friends. And he’s so amused and concerned at the same time cause he’s never seen her like that. Love your fics so much!❤️I have the worst headache😭😭😭

A/N: Ooooh, getting drunk for the first time?! I hope it lived up to all your wild expectations. Nothing unexpected happened, right? If so, SPILL THE TEA🥳

DRUNK DIAL - HÉCTOR FORT

Héctor picking you up from a girls night

Héctor Fort x fem! reader

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Laughter filled the living room as the night carried on, the scent of pizza and popcorn lingering in the air.

My friends and I had been planning this girls' night for weeks, and it had turned out to be just as fun—and chaotic—as we’d imagined.

Drinks flowed freely, and soon enough, I found myself far more than just tipsy.

“Y/N, how many have you had?” one of my friends, Mia, giggled, watching me attempt to sit down but completely miss the couch and flop onto the floor instead.

I laughed hysterically, though my coordination was shot, and I was barely able to stay sitting upright. “I dunno,” I slurred, waving her off. “I’m fine! Totally… fine.”

Mia and the others exchanged amused glances, but I could see the concern creep in. They knew me well enough to know I rarely drank this much, but tonight had been one of those nights where I just let go.

Except now, I was paying for it by stumbling around, completely out of it.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re good?” My other friend, Lily, asked, kneeling down to try and help me up. “You look like you’re ready to pass out.”

“I’m not passing out!” I insisted, although my words were slurring beyond recognition. “But… I want Hector.”

They laughed softly, but it was clear I was no longer in any state to take care of myself. As much as they loved me, they weren’t about to let me destroy their apartment in my drunken stupor.

“She’s never been this drunk before,” Mia said, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and worry. “We should call Hector. She’s not going to calm down until she sees him.”

“I’ll FaceTime him,” Lily said, grabbing my phone from the coffee table. “Hopefully, he’s not too busy.”

As I flopped back onto the couch, I heard the familiar ringing of FaceTime, and then suddenly, Hector’s face appeared on the screen.

I could barely focus on it, but just hearing his voice made me smile.

“Hey, man!” Lily greeted him, trying to sound casual but clearly looking for help. “Um, we’re having a little bit of a situation here…”

Hector, who was out with his friends, looked confused at first but quickly concerned when he noticed the background noise and then saw me stumbling around behind her. “Is Y/N okay? What happened?”

Mia leaned over, showing me slumped on the couch, giggling at something none of them understood. “Yeah, she’s just… really, really drunk. We tried to take care of her, but she keeps asking for you.”

Hector blinked, his concern deepening, though a small smile tugged at his lips. “She’s that bad, huh? I’ve never seen her like this.”

“Neither have we,” Lily said, shaking her head. “She’s out of it, man. Do you think you can come pick her up?”

Hector laughed softly, though his voice was still filled with worry. “Yeah, I’ll be there soon. I just need to wrap up here with the guys. Keep her safe until I get there, okay?”

“Of course,” Mia said, waving off his concern. “She’s not going anywhere. We’re just… trying to keep her from knocking over any more lamps.”

I barely registered what was going on, my head fuzzy and thoughts jumbled, but the sound of Hector’s voice brought a small comfort.

I tried reaching for the phone, slurring, “Hector… where are you? Come get me!”

“I’m on my way, baby,” he said gently, his voice calming even through the screen. “Just sit tight.”

Twenty minutes later, I was still sitting in the same spot, though my friends had managed to get some water into me. Just as I was about to attempt to stand up again, there was a knock on the door.

“He’s here,” Lily said, jumping up to answer it.

Hector stepped inside, and the second I saw him, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Even in my drunken haze, just his presence made everything feel a little less chaotic.

He was dressed casually, jeans and a hoodie, but the look of concern on his face was unmistakable.

“Oh my god, you actually came!” I exclaimed, stumbling toward him. “You’re my hero.”

Hector chuckled, catching me before I tripped and faceplanted into his chest. “Whoa, easy there,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around me to steady me. “You’re a mess.”

I looked up at him, blinking slowly as if trying to process his words. “I’m fine. Just… maybe a little too much wine.”

“Maybe?” Hector raised an eyebrow, amused, but he was still clearly concerned as he helped me sit back down on the couch.

“I’ve never seen her like this,” Mia admitted, giving Hector an apologetic look. “We didn’t know she’d drink this much.”

“It’s okay,” Hector assured them, sitting beside me as I clung to his arm. “I’ve got her from here.”

My friends gave him grateful smiles, and I slurred something about being perfectly capable of standing up on my own—right before I nearly fell off the couch again.

Hector chuckled, catching me before I could fall. “Alright, alright, I think it’s time to get you home,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “You’ve had a long night.”

“Only if you carry me,” I teased, though my voice was far too slurred to sound coherent.

Hector sighed but with a fond smile. “Of course. Let’s get you home.”

With that, he scooped me up into his arms, and I leaned my head against his chest, feeling more comfortable than I had all night.

Even through the drunken haze, I felt safe with him, like everything was going to be okay now that he was here.

As he carried me to the car, my friends waved him off with thanks and promises to check in tomorrow.

Hector placed me gently in the passenger seat, buckling me in as I blinked up at him with a sleepy smile.

“You’re the best, you know that?” I murmured, my head lolling back against the seat.

“I know,” Hector replied, smiling softly as he brushed a kiss to my forehead. “But you’re going to hate me tomorrow when you have the worst headache.”

“I don’t care,” I mumbled, half-asleep already. “Just… don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said gently, brushing a hand over my hair. “Let’s get you home.”

And with that, Hector drove us back, his hand never leaving mine, even as I drifted off to sleep, the comfort of him being near making everything feel a little less blurry.

#football imagine #football x reader #hector fort imagine #hector fort

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emmylksblog · 4 days ago

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COLD NIGHT // Héctor Fort

summary: A tough week left you battling insecurities, and it all came crashing down during your boyfriend's celebratory dinner with the team. based on this request

genre: angst, comfort

warnings: anxiety

a/n: i feel like I’m getting worse at writing lately, and it never seems like I can fully capture what I imagine, especially since english isn’t my first language. I’m really sorry for that, and I truly appreciate everyone who’s been reading my fics—your support means so much to me! i also hope everyone is doing well with everything that’s going on in Spain and, especially, with the heartbreaking situation in Palestine. stay strong and take care of yourselves. Stay healthy! ❤️

It had been a tough week. Ever since your relationship with Héctor was made public, you’d been walking on eggshells. The pressure to keep up appearances weighed heavily on you, everyone seemed to want to know who the footballer’s girlfriend really was.

Of course, you’d gained haters instantly, and at first, you thought you could handle it. But all it did was add even more stress to your life.

Héctor noticed how distant you’d been with him lately, and he hoped that bringing you as his plus one to the team dinner would help things go back to normal.

As you walked into the restaurant with Héctor, you felt eyes on you from every direction. You tried to ignore it, putting on a small smile as you greeted his teammates and their partners. The noise and energy around the table were comforting, but a knot still tightened in your chest.

Sitting down beside Héctor, you tried to blend in, watching everyone else talk and laugh. Héctor’s hand found yours under the table, squeezing gently. He leaned closer, his voice soft, “You doing okay?”

Forcing another smile, you nodded, hoping it would be convincing enough. But Héctor didn’t buy it.

It felt strange trying to interact with Héctor the way you used to. None of this was his fault, but now, with everyone watching, you just couldn’t act like before. You didn’t want him to worry though, so you brushed your thumb gently over his hand.

“I’m really okay, don’t worry,” you said softly, your eyes fixed on your hands resting together in your lap.

He watched you closely, not entirely convinced, his thumb grazing your knuckles as if reassuring you he was there.

Héctor wasn’t ready to let it go. He shifted in his seat, positioning himself so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes searching yours with a playful seriousness.

When you looked up, he raised his eyebrows up and down quickly, making a silly expression that instantly drew a laugh from you. You nodded, feeling some of the tension ease as you held his gaze, grateful for his little attempt to cheer you up.

You felt a wave of warmth spread through you at his words, the tension in your chest finally starting to ease. His touch, so simple yet comforting, made everything feel a little less overwhelming.

"Thank you," you whispered back, your voice barely audible over the noise of the room. You could see the concern still in his eyes, but his smile never wavered, and that was enough to make you feel safe for the moment.

He kept his hand on your cheek for a few seconds longer before letting it fall, but his presence beside you felt like a quiet promise. No matter how much the world outside tried to pressure you, he was here, grounding you.

Now feeling more at ease, you joined in the dinner, even getting involved in conversations with some of the players' girlfriends nearby, who turned out to be really kind.

Their easy smiles and friendly questions helped you relax, and soon enough, you found yourself laughing along with them, the tension from earlier slowly fading away.

Every so often, Héctor would glance over at you, his eyes soft with relief at seeing you more comfortable.

Dabbing your mouth with a napkin, you reached for your bag and gently tapped Héctor on the shoulder, letting him know you wanted to head to the bathroom. He immediately offered to come with you, but you shook your head with a small smile.

“Alright, just be careful,” he said, his eyes full of quiet concern. “I’ll be right here when you get back.”

You slipped into one of the stalls, grateful for a moment alone, when the sound of two girls talking loudly caught your attention. Their voices grew clearer, and you quickly realized they were talking about you and your relationship with Héctor.

"I just don’t get it," one of them scoffed. "I mean, have you seen her? She doesn’t belong with someone like Héctor."

The other girl laughed, clearly amused. "Right? He could do so much better. She’s just... so basic, like some lowly girl who got lucky. I bet she just clings to him because she knows she’d be nothing without him."

They kept talking, each comment feeling like a jab to your chest. "I give it a few months, tops. Héctor’s too good for her, and he’ll figure that out sooner or later."

You stayed silent, holding your breath as the hurtful words sank in.

The happiness you’d felt just moments ago plummeted, sinking deep into something cold and sharp in your chest. A tight ache formed there, squeezing painfully as their words echoed in your mind. You could feel the sting of tears building, threatening to spill at any moment, and suddenly, every harsh comment they made seemed all too true.

You felt like absolute trash. Each word they’d said chipped away at the fragile confidence you’d built up tonight, and the doubts you’d tried so hard to push down now roared to life, making you question everything.

You’d been telling yourself the same things all week, those same cruel doubts replaying over and over in your mind. But somehow, hearing it come from strangers—spoken out loud without a hint of hesitation—made it feel painfully real. It cut deeper, each word like a confirmation of every insecurity you’d been trying to ignore.

Wiping away the few tears you couldn’t hold back, you exited the stall with quick, abrupt movements. There was no way you could stand another second listening to that crap. You pushed the door open, not caring if they noticed the expression on your face, and stepped back into the hallway, determined to leave that negativity behind you.

You did everything you could to hold back the tears as you walked back to the table, trying to act like nothing was wrong. The last thing you wanted was to worry Héctor any more than he already was.

You’d noticed how closely he’d been watching you all evening, alert to every little shift in your mood. This past week, you’d been distant, and he obviously knew something was up, but he hadn’t pressured you to tell him anything.

As you approached the table, you forced a small smile, hoping it would be enough to keep him from noticing the cracks starting to show.

The moment you sat down, Héctor’s hand instinctively found its way to your leg, a small gesture meant to ground you. He wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, but he could see the faint tension in your eyes, the way you seemed to be holding something back.

Without a word, his thumb gently traced soothing circles on your knee, hoping it would bring you even a small bit of comfort.

You pulled Héctor's hand off your leg, your body tensing with an unfamiliar mix of emotions. After what you had overheard in the bathroom, you didn’t know how to feel anymore. You couldn’t look at him, afraid he’d see right through you, so you kept your eyes down, your chest tight.

Héctor's face fell as he noticed the sudden distance between you two. His hand hovered for a second before resting on the table, unsure. He could feel the shift, the unease in your every movement. His voice cracked slightly as he asked, “What’s wrong? Please, talk to me…”

Those words were your last straw. You could feel the tears starting to burn your eyes. You stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. The sudden motion caught the attention of the other Barça players, their eyes flicking between you and Héctor, but you didn’t care. You just needed to get out.

Héctor didn’t hesitate for a second. He grabbed your purse and rushed after you, calling your name, his voice urgent. “Hey, wait up!”

Once outside, the cold night air hit you, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to fight the chill in more ways than one. Héctor caught up with you in seconds, his hand gently but firmly taking yours, stopping you in your tracks. You looked up at him then, eyes red and face twisted in confusion, frustration, and hurt.

"Why won’t you talk to me?" Héctor's voice was soft but desperate, like he was afraid he was losing you. "What’s going on, please..."

You didn’t answer right away, just staring down at the ground, the weight of it all pressing down on you. Slowly, you brought your hand up to his arm, fingers tracing the tattoo you’d memorized so many times in the past when anxiety gripped you.

It had become a soothing ritual, something that calmed you when everything felt out of control. You hadn’t done it in a while, but now, it felt like the only thing that could help you breathe.

Héctor’s face softened as he watched you, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’m here. Whatever it is... we’ll figure it out, together.”

You took a deep breath, finally meeting his eyes, and everything spilled out—the hurt from the whispers, the insecurities you’d been battling, how you felt like you didn’t deserve him, like you were never enough.

Héctor listened without interrupting, his hand never leaving yours, and when you finished, he pulled you into a tight hug, holding you as if he never wanted to let go.

“I love you,” he murmured into your hair, his arms strong around you, grounding you. “You’re everything to me. Don’t listen to what anyone says. You’re more than enough. You’re my enough.”

You held onto him, your body trembling but somehow calming in his embrace. The cold didn’t matter now; just the warmth of his touch, the softness of his words.

Héctor leaned back, looking down at you with a small, gentle smile. “Come here,” he said, before pressing his lips softly against yours, sealing the promise in a kiss that spoke volumes.

You kissed him back, letting everything fall away in that moment—your doubts, the voices, the pain. All that was left was him, and you. Just the two of you.

#hector fort #hector fort x reader #hector fort x you #fc barcelona x reader #fcb x reader #footballer x reader #footballer x y/n #marc guiu #marc guiu x reader #pablo gavi x reader

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strawberryblue-blog · 1 year ago

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Blue's masterlist 🫧

Requests: closed for a while

Categories:

Smut 🫦

Fluff/Soft 🎀

Sad/Angst 💌

—Imagines.

Ruben Dias.

B-day cake. 🎀

Valentine's Day. 🎀🫦

A family with you. 🎀🫦

Dress. 🎀🫦

Goodbye, Ruben. 💌

The most beautiful woman. 🎀💌

Babysitter. 🎀

Babysitter. Part 2. 🎀

Ride on me. 🫦

Mason Mount.

Say that again. Part 1 💌

Say that again. Part 2. 🎀💌

Baby blue love. 🎀

She's mine too. Part 1. 🎀

She's mine too. Part 2. 🎀

Joao Felix.

Last time. 🫦💌

Fuck boy. 🎀💌

Disaster. Part 1. 🎀

Disaster. Part 2. 🫦

Call out my name. 🫦

Christian Pulisic.

Lover. 🎀

Pedri Gonzalez.

Brother's best friend. 🎀

Comfort boy. 🎀💌

Love again. Part 1. 💌

Love again. Part 2. 🎀💌

Love again. Part 3. 🎀💌

Love again. Part 4. 🎀

Stop calling me that. 🫦🎀

Between us. 🫦

Stop talking and kiss me. 🎀

Good girl. 🫦

Jude Bellingham.

It's about fate. 🎀

It's about fate. Part 2. 🎀

The way I look at you. 🎀🫦

Pablo Gavi.

Love hate. Part 1 🎀

Love hate. Part 2 🎀🫦

Love hate. Part 3 🎀

Love hate. Part 4 🎀

Neighbors in trouble. Part 1. 🫦

Neighbors in trouble. Part 2. 🫦🎀

You don't know me. 🎀

Seven minutes in heaven. 🎀🫦

Guilty as Sin. 💌

So strong. 🎀

Summer love. 🎀

Fermin Lopez.

Sea of love. 🎀💌

Sea of love. Part 2. 🎀

Comeback to me. 🎀💌

Marc Guiu.

You're mine. 🎀

Héctor Fort.

First love. 🎀

—Headcanon.

The type of Boyfriend. Mason Mount. 🎀

The type of Bestfriend. Jude Bellingham. 🎀

The type of Roommate. Fermin Lopez. 🎀

The type of Husband. Ruben Dias. 🎀

The type of Boyfriend. Marc Guiu. 🎀

The type of Friend with benefits. Gavi. 🫦

The type of Boyfriend. Joao Felix. 🎀

The type of Boyfriend. Alejandro Balde. 🎀

—Reaction.

FC Barcelona. 🎀

FC Barcelona. 💌🎀

FC Barcelona. 🎀

FC Barcelona. 🫦

FC Barcelona. 🎀

—SFW/NSFW alphabet.

FC Barcelona. 🎀

FC Barcelona. 💌🎀

A to Z. Ruben Dias. 🫦

A to Z. Pedri Gonzalez. 🫦

A to Z. Pablo Gavi. 🫦

A to Z. Lamine Yamal. 🎀

A to Z. Ferran Torres. 🫦

A to Z. Alejandro Balde. 🫦

And more coming.

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23spanishgirl · 9 months ago

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Game night || Héctor Fort

💋 Requests are open!

‼️ Warning: Mentions of kissing and fighting

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🏎️ Author’s note: This is the first “fic” I write so I hope is good🥲 Also I hope you guys understand everything because english is not my first language jeje… Please send request cause I don’t have any imagination to start writing😔

It was a Friday evening. Hector and yn were sitting on the couch after having a fight over something silly. They weren’t looking or talking to eachother and yn was listening music with her earphones on.

After a few minutes Héctor decides to look at yn thinking about what to say to make up the fight with her but after he stops thinking, he decides to take out the Nintendo Switch and put it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He takes the two controllers and puts Mario Kart, yn’s favourite game. He hands in yn her controller and she looks at him surprised but takes the controller.

When she sees that they were going to play her favourite game she looks at Héctor and gives him a big smile showing him that she was relaxed and happy. At the sight of his girlfriend smiling, Héctor smiles back and leans in to whisper in her ear “I love you”. When yn hears that she sits on Héctor’s lap and puts her arms around his neck to finally kiss him.

Héctor took her body closer to his and their kiss was much more passionate than before. When they pulled away, they were breathing heavily and Héctor looked at yn as if to confirm that it wasn’t a dream. After that, yn looks at him with sad eyes and whispers “I’m sorry”. Héctor looks at her surprised but then he takes her hand and holds it. “It’s just a silly fight, don’t worry baby” He says to pulls her closer and kisses her. After a few moments she breaks the kiss and says giggling “Let’s stop! I want to play”.

Héctor looks at her smiling and yn says “Choose your character babe”. As always she chooses Princess Peach and he chooses Mario. “I’m going to kick your ass” She says laughing “Aja” He replies nodding sarcastically eventhought he knows it’s true, yn has been playing Mario Kart since she has memory.

After a few rounds and yn being first in all of them she gets up and starts to celebrate dancing. After dancing, she starts to bother Héctor “I’ve won, I’ve won” She says repeatedly while plays with Héctor’s cheeks. He starts laughing and he hears yn say “I’m the new Verstappen, Yn Verstappen is here!” “The great Yn Verstappen, the first female formula 1 champion” He says joking continuing with her joke “The first female formula mario kart champion” She answers correcting him and laughing

“I think no one can defeat you my great Yn” He says while he lies on the sofa and opens his arms waiting for yn to lie on top of him.

#hector fort #héctor fort fics #barça fics #football fan fics #hector fort x reader

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imaredshirt · 6 years ago

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Attack of the Space Slugs

They may be surrounded, but Coco's not about to let the Space Slugs steal her Papá away.

(In which a young Rivera stays up past her bedtime, and imaginations run wild.)

Written for the Coco Locos Fluff-Off contest.

This didn't end up being as fluffy as I'd hoped. Also I wrote it in a couple of hours, and it hasn't been edited at all, so I apologize for all of it.

Modern AU. Coco's about 7 here.

Prompt used was "You did what!?"

Héctor couldn’t sleep.

That nervous excitement he always experienced before leaving on trips was keeping him up. He could hardly stay still under the covers, but he tried so Imelda wouldn’t be bothered. All he wanted to do was get up and pace around, maybe take the guitar outside to play a bit, but he needed sleep. If he didn’t sleep tonight, he’d have to sleep on the ride to the city, and he did not look forward to trying to sleep in Ernesto’s ’07 sedan. The thing was louder than a dying tractor.

But that wasn’t all, he thought, turning in bed. There was more on his mind that kept him from sleeping.

Over an hour ago he and Imelda had tucked Coco into bed, and after accepting a kiss goodnight on her brow from Héctor, Coco had gripped his hand and said in a voice more serious than any child should ever know, “I will never forget you, Papá, no matter how long you’re gone. OK?”

He’d felt his heart drop through the floor at that.

He’d been gone on trips with Ernesto before, but the longest of those trips had lasted a week, and his daughter knew this upcoming trip was going to be much longer.

Héctor would be gone for 45 days. 45 days touring the country, side by side with Ernesto, singing for cheering crowds and judgmental producers and longtime Youtube fans. 45 days away from Santa Cecilia and his family. 45 days returning to cold hotel rooms and curling up alone in narrow beds to sleep while Ernesto snored away in an adjacent bed.

He’d promised Coco they would Skype every night before bed and almost every morning before she went off to school, and she had seemed excited at that. But Héctor couldn’t get over the fact that seeing his wife and child’s faces on the small screen of his phone or busted laptop was a far cry from being able to be near enough to hug.

It was going to be tough. They’d planned the trip for weeks, but it didn’t lessen the blow of being away for so long.

Héctor shut his eyes and tried to ignore the thoughts that had bugged him for days. But almost immediately he sat up, pushed the blanket off his legs, and switched on his bedside lamp.

The rest of the room was dark, but with the soft light he could see his suitcase and duffle bag sitting by the door. His guitar case was propped up by the dresser he shared with his wife.

If he couldn’t sleep, the least he could do was triple-check he’d packed everything.

Glancing at Imelda, who was laying on her side and facing away from him, Héctor began to carefully move off the bed. He and Imelda and begun the night hugging, whispering to each other of the plans for the next day, but some time during that sleepless hour, she had turned away from him.

When his foot touched the floor, Imelda shifted until she was facing him, seemingly as wide awake as he was.

“Still can’t sleep, Héctor?”

“You’ve been awake this whole time?” Héctor asked, incredulous as he sat back against the headboard instead of leaving the bed.

“Your thoughts are so loud, I can practically hear them,” Imelda said. She sat up next to him and sighed when he took her hand to trace each finger with a feather light touch. “You’re still thinking about Coco.”

“She sounded so sad, Imelda,” Héctor said without meeting her eyes.

“And you know why,” Imelda said. “You’re going to be gone for over a month. How do you expect her to react?”

He knew his trip was going to leave Coco sad until he returned, but what was he supposed to do? He and Imelda had shared this same conversation many times before. It always left him feeling guilty. He couldn’t cancel the trip, not now.

Grimacing, Héctor considered suggesting they watch Y Tu Mamá Tabien until they fell asleep—anything other than continue the conversation—but at that moment their door opened, and Coco marched through.

Héctor and Imelda both glanced over and stared. They were speechless.

Sometime during the night, their daughter had donned her pink winter coat, the boots with sunflowers that her tíos had bought for her birthday, Imelda’s severe looking sunglasses, and the violet helmet she used when she rode her bike with Héctor around their home. Her Princess Elena calculator was taped to the coat pocket.

For a moment all three of them stared silently at each other. Then Coco adjusted the sunglasses, strode forward, grabbed the corner of the quilt Imelda had folded at the foot of the bed, and began to gather it into her arms.

“Coco?” Imelda asked, frowning. “What’s wrong?”

“I need this,” Coco said with a grunt, and with a final tug, the whole quilt fell into her arms.

“Is it cold in your room?” Héctor asked.

“No,” Coco said. “I need to reinforce my Space Slug Resistant shelter!”

Héctor and Imelda glanced at each other, and Héctor knew Imelda had come to the same realization. Three nights ago, Oscar and Felipe had stayed with Coco while her parents left for a night out. When they returned, they found the three younger Riveras fast asleep in the living room under a meticulously built pillow fort, and the old 80s B movie “Captain Rodriguez and the Attack of the Space Slugs!!!” still playing on Felipe’s laptop.

But Coco had never mentioned anything about the movie until now.

“Do you need more pillows?” Héctor asked, as Coco resorted to rolling the quilt into a ball on the floor.

“No,” Coco said, lifting the quilt again. “This is good.”

With some effort, she hefted the quilt in one arm and taped the calculator on her jacket. It beeped.

She announced with authority as if speaking into a radio, “I have the material! Returning now!” She paused and saluted her parents. “The fleet thanks you for your contribution to the galactic war. Farewell and stay safe!”

With that she turned on her heel and, without another word, marched out the door.

There was a moment of silence as Héctor and Imelda stared at the empty doorway before Héctor hummed and grinned apologetically at Imelda.

“Well,” he said. “We can finish this conversation, or we can go see what that was all about.”

“And you’re going to choose the latter, aren’t you,” Imelda said in a flat voice.

“Ay, amor, you know me so well,” Héctor said, just before leaning over to kiss her cheek and then rolling out of bed.

Imelda watched him leave their room with an arched eyebrow, arms crossed, and Héctor swore he could feel her eyes burning holes into his shoulder blades just before he shut the door behind him.

Héctor had been gone for almost an hour when Imelda headed out to look for him. It shouldn't have taken that long to finish whatever game Coco was playing and send her back to bed.

Either the man had let himself be tricked into playing with her, or he was avoiding finishing the conversation that he had started.

Or both, probably.

As Imelda neared Coco’s bedroom, she heard her family’s laughter coming from behind the closed door, and huffed.

It was both. Definitely both.

“Look out, there’s a sand storm coming!” Said Coco’s voice, and Imelda put her ear to the door with a frown. “Whoosh whoosh! It’s here! Seal all the doors with every pillow you can find!”

“Right away, Captain Rivera!” Héctor said, and there was a shuffling sound, and Coco’s little voice saying, “The storm will take everything down if we don’t work fast Papá, and then we’ll have no shelter from them, and we’ll both die horrible deaths--”

“Ah, Coco--” Héctor said quickly, possibly coming to the same conclusion as Imelda--Coco’s make-believe game was becoming a little violent.

“One already bit you, Papá! It’s not long before the eggs crawl through your blood system and plant themselves in your brain!”

“O-kay,” Héctor said with some authority (if it wasn’t for the humor in his voice.) “Why don’t we play something else. What about unicorn wranglers or rainbow--”

“Unicorn wranglers? Pobrecito, they’re already clouding your mind,” Coco said solemnly, and Imelda found herself stifling a bemused chortle with her hand. “Don’t worry Papá, as long as the storm doesn’t damage our supply of anti-venom, you’ll be ok.”

“Well, that’s good,” Héctor said, and finally Imelda opened the door. It sounded like a good place to end their game.

When she stepped into the room, she paused and raised her eyebrows at the sight that greeted her. Coco’s favorite blanket had been stretched across wicker chairs and the corners of her dresser, the baby blue material pockmarked by little lilac stars and planets and decorated with strings of little lights. A fluffed pillow was leaning against what looked like a Coco sized entry way right in front of Imelda, with Coco’s Rey and Finn figurines standing on either side like guards. Coco and Héctor’s shadows were visible from within the fort, as if some source of light glowed softly in the center and casted their shadows against the blanket.

Imelda quietly shut the door behind her, then went to stand near the opening, arms crossed, as she listened to Coco make more “whoosh whoosh” sounds.

“The wind’s too strong, the storm is taking down the fort!” Coco screamed, and Héctor gasped. Discreetly, he gripped the bottom of the blanket and began to shake it, as if it really was billowing in some strong wind.

“Oh no!” Coco yelled. “The anti-venom! It’s gone! The wind took it!”

“Oh nooo! What do we do, Captain?” Héctor asked in one of the most dramatic voices Imelda had ever heard him use. “We won’t make it without the anti-venom! We’re doomed!”

Imelda watched his shadow throw an arm against his forehead in a display of ultimate despair.

“I won’t let you succumb to the venom, Papá!” Coco said. “We’ll make it through this. Remember, we’re Riveras! We’re tough!”

“You’re right mijita, but—oh no—” Héctor gasped. “Oh no--”

“What? What is it?” Coco asked in a near whisper.

“Mira--outside. There’s a shadow,” Héctor said. His shadow pointed right at Imelda and Imelda planted her fists on her hips, “Somebody’s here. We’re not alone!”

Coco gasped. Her shadow scrambled into Héctor’s lap. “We’re surrounded! Shhh, they can’t know we’re here!”

“It’s too late,” Imelda said in a booming voice to two surprised gasps. She squared her shoulders and held her hands up like claws, casting a monstrous shadow against the wall of lilac stars.

Her first instinct had been to end the game and send Coco to bed. It was late, there was school tomorrow, and Héctor wasn’t done packing for his trip. She was sure Héctor and Coco had expected her to do the same. But Héctor had already involved her in the imaginary adventure by pointing her out, and as strict as she knew she should be, she was not about to send her daughter to bed in tears.

Besides, this was going to be the last night they spent together as a family for many nights to come. She might as well join in on whatever fun there was to be had before it was all put to an end.

“You can’t escape me,” she growled and stomped forward. “Soy el cucuy, and I can sniff out little daughters who should be in bed and are not!”

“No, Mamá!” Coco said insistently, “We’re playing Space Slugs!”

Imelda paused and silently promised punishment upon her brothers and their awful 80s B movies. “Ah.”

“Yeah, Imelda, remember?” Héctor said. “Space Slugs.”

Imelda rolled her eyes. She could very clearly picture Héctor’s teasing expression, even if she couldn’t see it. “Pues, I am the Space Slug of Sleep, and I smell two humans who should be sleeping!”

After one giant step forward, she grabbed the ballerina print pillow covering the fort entrance and tossed it aside. Coco screamed and Héctor shrieked and Imelda ducked her head under the star strewn roof and roared.

Inside the fort, Héctor was seated on a purple pillow with the top of his mussed hair brushing the bed sheet stretched overhead. In his lap, Coco was still dressed in her strange outfit, and she pointed one gloved finger at Imelda and yelled, “We have a breach!”

“Que está despierto!” Imelda snarled, flexing her spread fingers like grasping claws, and suddenly Coco rolled out of her Papá’s lap and ran at Imelda with her hands in the air as if shielding Héctor from the intruder. Shrieking with laughter, she ran until Imelda scooped her up into her arms and cuddled her close.

“Caught you!” Imelda said, tickling Coco’s sides. “You should be asleep, chiquita!”

“Noo, nooo Mamá!” Coco giggled. She kicked her legs until Imelda, kneeling, finally set her down. Gasping around her giggling, Coco took hold of Imelda’s hand and pointed at her laughing father. “We can’t sleep! Papá’s been infected by Space Slugs!”

“Good,” Imelda growled. “He’s mine to control. He’ll wash dishes for one thousand years—”

“Noooo!” Coco and Héctor cried in unison.

“S��!”

“But Mamá, you’re not a slug,” Coco said with a stomp of her foot. Imelda frowned at her sudden anger until Coco tugged her further into the fort, pulling her to sit cross legged next to Héctor. “You’re Doctor Imelda, and you have to help cure Papá, ok?”

“Oh?” Imelda asked. She raised an eyebrow at Héctor, who grinned at her and nudged her in the side with his elbow.

“Ándale, Imelda, have some fun.”

“It’s not fun,” Coco said gravely. “This is a dire situation, Papá. You won’t make it through the night if we can’t help you!”

Héctor and Imelda exchanged glances. Their daughter had apparently taken the old movie very seriously. Imelda would consider banning her brothers from watching those badly filmed movies ever again if she wasn’t sure they’d find a way around it.

“Of course,” Héctor said placatingly, “Lo siento, mijita.”

“We have to be serious,” Coco said, tapping the palm of her hand with each word. “Doctor Imelda, can you help him?”

“You just had to go and get yourself infected, didn’t you,” Imelda said to Héctor, who shrugged and gave her an apologetic smile with puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sorry, Doctor Imelda.”

Coco was watching them intently, all joy from the game apparently gone from her mind.

“Very well,” Imelda said, and Coco gave a relieved sigh. “I will help him. So how do we get the slugs out of his blood?”

“We lost all our anti-venom in the dust storm,” Coco said. She rubbed her chin and sighed. “We have one choice left. We must operate.” She gave Héctor a pitying look and patted his knee. “I’m sorry, Papá. But Doctor Imelda is the best in the whole entire universe. If anyone can save you, it’s her.”

“I believe it,” Héctor said, and winked at Imelda.

“We can’t leave those mean slug jerks in you any longer!” Coco said, and Imelda felt some relief that her brothers had at least showed Coco the PG-13 version of the movie to keep her from repeating curses from the original dialogue. “The longer they’re in you, the more bad ideas they give you!”

“Dios mio! I’ll do what I can, Captain. We don’t want bad ideas,” Imelda said, with Héctor nodding in agreement. In the movie, the “bad ideas” the slugs had planted in the lost space crew had been badly filmed hallucinations that led to ridiculous deaths.

“I’ll get you the specialized tools to cut his arm open and take the slugs and their eggs out,” Coco said. Héctor looked alarmed at the gory imagery. “Because if we don’t do it now, the slugs might make him go away forever!”

“I would never leave you forever,” Héctor said, looking softly at his daughter. He was gripping his hands together, suddenly uncomfortable with the make-believe dangers of the game, and Imelda watched silently as Coco stomped her foot and clenched her fists.

“They’re already making you leave with Tío Ernesto! Again! Who knows what they’ll do after that!” She shook her head and looked at Imelda. “He’s not in his right brain. He’s been wandering the Slug Desert for 100 years all by himself. He’s losing his mind. We have to help him.” She looked at Héctor and took a deep breath. “I’ll always remember you Papá, but I won’t let them take you forever.”

Héctor looked over Coco’s braided hair at Imelda, uncertain and lost. Imelda didn’t know what to say. Coco had never reacted this way to Héctor traveling. And she’d already told him there was nothing he could do to placate her unless he canceled the trip. What comfort could Imelda offer when their daughter was clearly more distraught than either of them had imagined?

“Coco,” Héctor said slowly, “I’m coming home, mija. I’m not--”

At that moment, Héctor’s phone began to ring from his pocket, and with a tsk he pulled it out to silence it--

--and Coco snatched it out of his hand.

Shuffling out of reach, Coco answered before either of her parents could stop her. “Captain Rivera speaking! This better be important!”

There a second of silence on the other end, then Ernesto’s voice said, “Captain Coco, I need to speak to your Papá.”

“He’s dying,” Coco said matter-of-factly.

“Qué molestia,” Ernesto said. “Can I speak to him before he does?”

“No! We’re going to operate!”

“Coco,” Héctor said, and tried to reach for the phone, but Coco grabbed a pillow up to fend him off.

“Well, when you’re done, tell him I’m a minute away,” Ernesto’s voice said. “We need to speak before--”

“OK, bye,” Coco said, and hung up before Ernesto could finish. She lowered the pillow and met Imelda’s eyes. “We need to operate. Now.”

“Mijita,” Imelda said. “Maybe we should talk.”

“No time! We need to get those slugs out!”

“Coco,” Héctor said again, and his next words were drowned out by the rumble of an angry engine roaring down the road outside.

Coco gasped and slapped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide. She looked at her parents and said in a loud whisper, “It’s the Slug King.”

“No, mija, it’s Tío Ernesto,” Héctor said with a frown.

Imelda have him an irritated look. Just what did Ernesto need to say at one in the morning? And did his car really need to be so loud?

With a sigh, Héctor shrugged and began to crawl out of the fort. “I’ll be right back.”

“No, Papá!” Coco gasped. “We need to operate!”

“We’ll operate later,” Imelda said, picking Coco up to bring her close. “As soon as we can. Right now, Papá needs to tell the Slug King to go away.”

“I promise I’ll be back,” Héctor said. He saluted her and winked. “I promise, Captain.”

Pursing her lips, Coco have him a return salute, and Héctor ducked out of the fort without another word.

“Godspeed, Papá,” Coco said solemnly, and Imelda promised herself she’d have a very serious talk with her brothers about their awful movies before they even had a chance to leave their room the next morning.

The King Slug had her Papá. Coco just knew it.

He’d been gone too long. Coco didn’t know exactly how long, but it felt like a really long time, and Mamá already looked sleepy. She wasn’t even keeping up with Coco in sneaking through the front door to find Papá.

Still clad in her Captain outfit, Coco gestured sharply at Mamá to keep as silent as possible. Mamá nodded, holding her helmet (a large bucket Coco had dug out of her closet) steady over her braids, and followed Coco through the entryway.

Coco knew they were walking through their home. But in her imagination, they were also walking through the Slug Desert, where Papá had wandered all alone and got bitten by slugs. They had to be careful, or they’d get bitten too, and her whole family would wander apart from each other for a billion years.

Coco wouldn’t let that happen. No way. Not to her familia.

She could hear voices coming from the sitting room. Angry voices. She wondered if the King Slug was there. She’d heard it growling angrily outside their home before Papá had disappeared.

The sitting room was right around the corner. Flattening herself against the wall, and motioning for Mamá to do the same, Coco very carefully peeked around the edge.

“You did what?!”

“Héctor--”

“Without asking me first!”

“Listen to me--”

That was Papá and Tío Ernesto. Yelling at each other. It sounded like they had been arguing forever. Coco saw Papá walking back and forth and running a hand through his messy hair, and Tío Ernesto waving a hand at him as he talked. With a worried frown, Coco looked up at Mamá. She looked angry and confused, listening to the voices without looking around the corner.

“Two more months, and that’s all,” Tío Ernesto said, like he was trying to calm Papá down. “It won’t even feel that long--mira, we can visit as often as we want once we get paid--”

“I don’t want to just visit my family,” Papá said. “I shouldn’t have to visit them! Por Dios, Nesto, I can’t be away three months!”

Coco’s heart hurt. Away for three months? That was too long. Papá was going away for too long. Why would he do that?

Except, Coco knew why. She’d known from the very beginning.

The slugs were taking hold of Papá.

Narrowing her eyes, she looked around the corner again and saw something angry in Tío Ernesto’s glare.

It was the King Slug. And it had taken control of Tío Ernesto already.

Now it wanted Papá.

Coco took a deep breath. She was in her home, she knew that, but her imagination turned the comfortable place into the hot, dusty plains of the Slug Desert. The sun was beating down on her. Her Mamá was leaning back against a giant boulder, frowning at the red alien sky, her gloved hands clenched at her sides. Around the boulder, Papá was trapped in a gulley, his hair full of sand and dirt, his soldier’s gear torn and beaten, and in front of him his old friend looked at him with the King Slug’s glittering silver eyes.

“So they visit you!” Ernesto said. “Héctor, if we keep to this contract, we’ll make enough to fly them out every other weekend. Luxury hotels, expensive food, only the best. And we’ll have the same every day. We just need to--”

“Ernesto,” Papá said, sounding sad and angry at the same time. “I can’t. I can do the first month, but the next two? No.”

Tío Ernesto had a look in his eyes that Coco didn’t like. “I need your songs, Héctor. I need you there with me.” He paused and stepped closer to Papá, holding his hands out. “We’re this close. Only three months, and we’ll be famous. We’ll achieve our dreams, hermanito.”

Papá was quiet, looking at the ground, frowning. Coco pursed her lips. Papá couldn’t possibly be thinking of doing it! The King Slug couldn’t take him away like this!

With a smile, Tío Ernesto thumped a hand on Papá’s shoulder. “I bought our favorite tequila for the trip. A few shots and all our worries will be gone.”

Papá bit his lip. Coco’s heart fell.

She was going to lose him forever.

The King Slug was winning. The Bad Ideas were winning.

With a huff, Coco clenched her fist. No. No, she wouldn’t let it end like this. Maybe it was too late for Tío Ernesto. But it wasn’t for Papá. She was Captain Rivera, and like the captain from the movie, she was going to protect her crew!

She replayed the best scene in her mind. In the movie, the captain had taken her weapon from her belt. In Coco’s case, she removed one boot.

Ready.

The movie captain had pointed the weapon at the King Slug, yelling and running. But Coco just lifted her boot over her head and narrowed her eyes at Tío Ernesto’s forehead.

Aim.

And then, with tears in her eyes, the movie captain had fired lasers into the King Slug’s gaping maw.

Coco tightened her grip on the boot. She lifted it high over her head, and swung.

Fire.

The boot flew through the air. And like a missle, it hit it’s target dead center.

She’d heard Tío Ernesto curse before, but never like this. The word tore from his throat when the boot hit him between the eyes and his head knocked back. The boot fell, and he slapped a hand to his face, while Papá stared in shock.

Coco couldn’t hold herself back anymore. With a yell, she ran around the corner and leaped into Papá’s arms.

“You can’t go!” She sobbed. She didn’t know when she had started crying. “Don’t let the slugs take you! You can’t! You can’t!”

She was sobbing too hard to talk. Her throat hurt. She pressed her face into Papá’s shirt and held him so tight she thought she would break his neck. He was holding her tight, patting her back, but nothing would calm her down, not if he left.

There was silence. And then, Papá said, “You need to go home, Ernesto.”

Tío Ernesto said slowly, “And we’ll leave tomorrow?”

Papá’s hand soothed down Coco’s hair. “I don’t think so. Not now.”

Tío Ernesto sounded angry when he spoke, like the King Slug was talking through him, “You can’t be serious!”

“He is very serious,” Mamá’s voice said from nearby. “Making contracts without him, Ernesto, you--”

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” Papá said. “Por favor, Nesto.”

Tío Ernesto was quiet. He’d made Papá angry, and he was angry too, but Coco didn’t care. He wasn’t making Papá leave.

“Bueno.” Tío Ernesto sounded farther away. “I’ll call you. But this is a mistake, Héctor.”

“Maybe,” Papá said. Silence again, then footsteps, and the sound of the front door slamming shut.

“Coco,” Papá said, softly, and Coco sniffled. “Mija.”

“I don’t want to play Space Slugs anymore,” Coco said. She was tired. Her head hurt. She was also hungry. Crying too a lot of energy. “Can we watch a movie? Por favor?” Mamá and Papá looked at each other for a long time. Until Papá smiled and ruffled her hair. “Of course. What movie do you want to see?”

“Not from Tío Oscar or Tío Felipe’s old movies,” Mamá ordered, and Coco thought next time she should be captain.

“Ninja Turtles!” Coco said. “No! Zootopia! Wait--Princess and the Frog--”

“You have until I make popcorn to decide,” Mamá said, walking to the kitchen, and Coco went through her entire movie collection in her head, ignoring the roar of the King Slug outside as it moved farther and farther from their home.

They weren’t in the desert anymore. It wasn’t hot and dusty. They were in their home, and it was warm and cozy, and the pillow fort glowed softly around them.

The King Slug and Tío Ernesto’s Bad Ideas were far away.

Coco plucked the last of the popcorn from the bowl and tossed them into her mouth. On the laptop screen, Stitch was saving Lilo, and Coco sipped at her mug of warm atole.

On either side of her, Mamá and Papá slept peacefully, cushioned by Coco’s favorite pillows and blankets. Papá was snoring. Usually it made Coco giggle, but tonight she was just glad to hear it.

Papá wasn’t leaving. Not for a while, at least. The King Slug hadn’t won.

Captain Rivera had won.

Smirking, triumphant, Coco snuggled back against her orange pillow and set her mug down. She knew her parents wouldn’t send her to school tomorrow, since they had all gone to sleep so late, and she knew Papá wasn’t going away for three months.

It had been tough, but she had definitely won. She’d even done better than the movie captain! The movie captain had lost four of her crew. And Coco? She hadn’t lost anyone.

...except for Tío Ernesto.

Well. She tapped her chin. She’d have to save him some day, too. Get rid of the King Slug forever and free her Papá’s friend. Somehow. One day.

But sometimes you just had to be glad for the people you did save. And she was glad she’d saved Papá.

She was really sleepy. Pulling her blanket up to her chin, Coco shut her eyes and listened to the end of the movie playing.

She loved her Papá’s songs, but for once she was glad they weren’t singing Remember Me before Papá left on a trip.

Warm, with both her parents close, Captain Rivera fell asleep, listening to the snoring and the movie and knowing Mamá and Papá were safe at home.

(And one day, Tío Ernesto would be safe, too.)

#coco #héctor rivera #imelda rivera #look i wrote a thing

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multi-fandom-imagine · 7 years ago

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||Master List Of My Writings||

here is a list of all my drabbles & one-shots....figured that I should finally do something like this.

Will also be doing a master list for the Head Cannons & preferences.

One-Shots

Make Me Feel Good || Aaron Hotchner- Criminal Minds ||-- {Smut}

You Belong To Me || Owen Grady- Jurassic World. ||-- {Smut}

Show Me Your Teeth || Owen Grady- Jurassic World ||.-- {Smut}

Hope That I’m Dreaming || Peter Quill- Marvel || - Part one-

You Don’t Have To Try || Andy Dwyer- Parks & Recs ||.

Hold Me Now || Owen Grady- Jurassic World ||. {Smut}

Pregnant at Jurassic World || Owen Grady ||.

Lovin In The Forest || Wendigo Josh Washington- Until Dawn ||. {Smut}

A little Fun In The Workshop. || Finn- Need For Speed ||. {Smut}

First Time For anything. || Elliot- Mr.Robot ||

Learning How || Elliot- Mr. Robot ||. {Smut}

Come Wake Me Up || Peter Quill- Marvel ||.{Smut} -Part two of Hope that i'm dreaming

Love In The Mountains || Josh Washington- Until Dawn|| {Smut}

When You Got A Good Thing || Carlton Lassiter- Psych ||.

Bang Bang || Jacob Frye- AC Syndicate || {Smut}

Fierce Moon || Jacob Frye- AC Syndicate ||.

Holding Hands || Stanford Pines- Gravity Falls||.

Fuzzy Cuffs || Richard “Dick” Grayson- DC ||. {Smut}

Marry Me || Jacob Frye- AC Syndicate ||. {Smut}

In The Dragons Nest || Hanzo Shimada- Overwatch || {Smut}

Drabbles & Imagines

Imagine sharing a bath with Chris ||Chris- Until Dawn ||- {Smut}.

Imagine going up to the cabin with Mike, then giving him a strip tease. || Mike Munroe- Until Dawn ||- {Smut}.

Head Over Feet || Mike Munroe- Until Dawn ||.

Imagine being Mike’s GF and giving him a blow Job on the lift || Mike Munroe- Until Dawn|| {Smut}.

Hot Coco & Cuddles || Mike Munroe- Until Dawn ||

Surprise For Markiplier || Markiplier- Youtuber ||

I did a pregnancy test. || Steve Rogers- Marvel ||

I bet it’s a girl./My dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy. || Steve Rogers- Marvel ||.

Is it possible to love too much || Robb Stark- Game Of Thrones ||

Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me. || Fox Mulder- X-files ||

Spare Some Change Please || Bucky Barnes- Marvel ||

I think I love you and I’m scared to death || James Wilson- House M.D ||

Wanna dance? & I did a pregnancy test || Steve Rogers- Marvel ||

Could you be happy here with me? || Lucifer Morningstar- DC ||

Are you drunk?//You can’t protect me//A boy needs his father. || Rick Grimes- Walking Dead ||

I did a pregnancy test || Robb Stark- Game Of Thrones||

Come Over Here And Make Me || Lucifer Morningstar- DC ||

Holding Hands || Stanford Pines- Gravity Falls||

First Kiss || SubZero- Mortal Kombat ||

Cuddles || Bigby Wolf- DC ||

I think Im in love with you and im terrified || Lucifer Morningstar- DC ||

Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit! || Mike Munroe- Until Dawn ||

First Date || Mike Munroe- Until Dawn ||

“Oh, my god! You’re in love with him!” || Kenshi- Mortal Kombat ||

Sneaking Kisses || Kaldur- DC ||

Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed? ||Kylo Ren- Star Wars ||

tall buff characters that are actually gentle giants || Bigby Wolf- DC ||

tall buff characters that are afraid of breaking their lovers || Shay Cormac- AC ||.

tall buff characters opening pickle jars || Jacob Frey- AC ||.

Tall buff characters || Joel- The Last Of Us ||

Christmas Morning || Bigby Wolf- DC ||

Soft Kisses & Gentle Touch || Bruce Wayne- DC ||

Christmas Sweaters || Matt Murdock- Marvel ||

Naked Cuddles || Stanford Pines- Gravity Falls ||

Caught || Rick Sanchez- Rick and Morty ||

Teddy Bear || Hunk- Voltron ||

Twins || Barry Allen- DC ||

A kiss || Kurt Wagner- Marvel ||

Nice Shirt || Bruce Wayne- DC ||

“I’m Sorry || Jon Snow- Game Of Thrones ||

Star Gazing || Clark Kent- DC ||

Flowers || Diana Prince- DC ||

I’m not going anywhere || James T. Kirk- Star Trek ||

First snow || Bigby Wolf- DC ||.

Kiss goodnight || Shiro- Voltron ||

Frozen Kiss || Sam Winchester- Supernatural ||

PB & banana sandwiches || Sam Winchester- Supernatural ||

Happy little kisses || Clark Kent- DC ||

Skeleton || Jason Todd- DC ||

Black Cat || Damian Wayne- DC ||

Caramel apple || Time Drake- DC ||

Laughter || Gabriel Reyes- Overwatch ||

Vampires || Sherlock Holmes- Sherlock BBC ||

jack-o-lanterns || John Constantine- DC ||

Bats || Jesse McCree- Overwatch ||

Vampire!Gabriel Reyes || Gabriel Reyes- Overwatch||

Goblins || Richard “Dick” Grayson- DC ||

Spider Webs || John Constantine- DC ||

The Five Senses… and a Sixth || John Constantine- DC ||

Hellloooo || Johnny Cage- Mortal Kombat ||

Morning Kisses || Bigby Wolf- DC ||

December 1st: Star || Owen Grady- Jurassic World ||

December 2nd: Hot Chocolate || Peter Quill- Marvel ||

December 3rd: Snow || Bigby Wolf- DC ||

December 4th: Candy Canes || Jim Hopper- Stranger Things ||

December 5th: Christmas Tree || Jim Hopper- Stranger Things ||

December 6th: Angle || Jim Hopper- Stranger Things ||

Dizzy Kiss || Héctor Rivera- Coco{Disney/Pixar} ||

Pop Rock Kiss || Tadashi Hamada- Big Hero 6{Disney} ||

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halfwayhearted · 12 days ago

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heyyyy ! i was wondering if i could request hector fort x reader at a haunted house?

Ghost Highway — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: In which you’re scared, and he… well, he is too.

Word Count: 560+

Disclaimer/s — Fluff, and hello, HAPPY HALLOWEEN.

A/N: This was actually so 😭💞 to write, it’s quite short, Soz!

How Héctor managed to convince you? No clue.

Going to a ‘Spooky Halloween October Fest’ was something you had on your list of things to do for weeks, if not months. And what better opportunity to go with your boyfriend than now?

That was until he caught sight of the haunted house. You declined, one after the other, yet he was as determined as ever to get you to agree. With a little bribing of free food and sweet treats for a couple of months, you finally caved.

He held out his hand, and you grabbed two of his fingers, already bracing yourself for the jumpscares and unnecessarily scary sound effects. You hated being scared. Loathed it, even.

“I swear,” you murmur after one of the workers looks over at the two of you and nods, “I’m starting to think your bribe wasn’t worth this.”

All the Fort boy does is laugh, rolling his eyes.

Things were going fine—if it weren’t for the yells and screams from the people way ahead of you, warning you of what’s to come. But still, it was going fine… for the time being, you supposed.

That’s when you both turn a corner, and a woman in a witch costume jumps out, eyes wide with fake blood trailing down her jaw. You jump, letting out a yelp as you let go of your boyfriend and hurry past the scare actor, leaving him behind.

Catching up to you, he couldn’t help but let a big smile grace his lips. “You scare easily, huh?”

“I scare easily when it’s something unexpected.”

“You couldn’t see her hat peeking out?” He asks, gratefully lending you his arm when he sees you reaching out for it. “Because it was right there.”

Your brows instantly furrowed, “If I did notice her, would I have jumped and run away from you?”

“Point taken—” he’s cut off when a loud effect sounds, his body jolting slightly and instinctively pulling you toward him, making you giggle.

“I actually think that made me feel a lot better.”

How would that make you feel better? He had thought, looking down at you with narrowed eyes. “What? Me flinching? I wasn’t expecting it.”

“No, the fact that I got scared by an actual person and you were spooked by a literal loud audio.”

From your teasing alone, Héctor slid his arm out of your grip and quickened his pace, making you tense at the thought and feeling of being alone. It didn’t help that the background music turned from calm and eerie to loud and suspenseful.

“Héctor!” You whisper-shouted, watching how he disappeared into the next room. You winced. Was he seriously leaving you alone? “Héctor! Please.”

Cautiously entering the dark room, you instantly let out a scream when you heard the whisper of a faint ��boo’ in your ear. Your eyes clamped shut, and you were about to bolt when familiar arms wrapped around your waist. “It’s just me. I—” he was unable to finish his sentence due to his loud laughter. You could’ve been annoyed. You really could’ve been. But you weren’t, not even a little bit. Instead you smiled and swatted at his arms.

“You’re insufferable!” You huffed. “Like, really?”

“Do you want to leave? We’re close to the end.”

Of course that’s what you wanted. “I think you’re an insufferable genius. Come on, come on!”

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated ^_^.

DT(s) — @planetpedri + @spidybaby ! ౨ৎ

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halfwayhearted · 2 months ago

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Héctor Fort fic where he gets jealous over something reader does and she gets annoyed but also lowkey finds it amusing so she messes around w him abt it. Yeah i got nothing after that, feel free to improvise…

Fall Right In — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: You couldn’t tell that a man was (obviously) flirting with you. Héctor notices, causing jealousy to ensue.

Word Count: 575+

Disclaimer/s — Man, oblivious!reader, a little tense, that’s it!

A/N: i want yuh, and imma have yuh (bea).

Nothing could ruin the day you're having now.

You were sure of it. Not even when you tripped over someone's ankle and stumbled. A pair of hands grabbed your waist to steady you, letting out a huff. It was... definitely something! Quite embarrassing, but it was over and done quickly.

Or… so you thought.

“Sorry—I wasn’t looking…” you managed to say, letting a smile, a weak one, grace your lips.

The man didn't want you to leave, though you didn't notice. He returned your smile, glanced at Héctor briefly, and then said, “It's all good. I can let it slide. How’s your day today? Going good?”

That elicited a narrowed-eyed gaze from the Fort boy beside you, the look in his eyes deepening when he noticed the man’s hand still hovering over your waist. He wasn’t touching you, so you didn’t even know it was there. Too engrossed in replying to his question, you said, “I… yeah, yes!”

“Good, good,” he trails off, “Me too, you didn’t ask, but… I just thought I’d let you know anyway.”

Your eyes widened slightly in response, “Oh! I’m sorry. I’m glad your day is good! Really… glad…”

Héctor stepped in then, his hand subtly sliding over your waist and gently pulling you closer to him. “Sorry, we have plans we have to get to.” With that, he gave the guy a raised eyebrow and a head tilt before walking away, practically tugging you along, making you look over and up at him.

“What was that for?” You questioned.

He looked down at you with an expression that resembled one thing and one thing only: jealousy. “Are you… are you seriously asking me that?”

“Well! I literally tripped over him, Héctor. The least I could do was engage in his conversation.”

“That wasn’t a conversation.”

“Yeah? Then what was it then?”

He sighed, his grip on your waist tightening just a bit. “He was flirting with you. You couldn’t tell?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Flirting? All he did was ask how my day was… a bit, well, randomly, but still! I think you’re reaching.” Your tone shifted from sweet to annoyed. It was just a conversation; what was he even talking about?

“His hand was almost touching your waist,” Héctor continued, “But you didn’t know that.”

“No, I didn’t. What I do know is that he had to put his hands on my waist to make sure I didn’t fall face first onto the hard floor, okay? It didn’t mean anything. He didn’t mean anything. I promise.”

“It was still weird,” he mumbled.

A smile slowly spreads across your face. “What, Héctor? Should I… hm, trip on someone else’s feet? Maybe, I don’t know, see how they react?”

He shoots you a look. “Not funny.”

“No, it’s not. I’m sorry,” a pause, you take his hand and gently bring it to your lips, giving it a quick, tender kiss, “Hey, okay, it’s just you. So, even if he was flirting, you know I’d leave immediately.”

His lips part, his smirk dropping from his face as the words leave your mouth, “He was flirting!”

That's when a loud laugh bursts out, your hand quickly flying up to stifle it. “I'm kidding! I'm just messing with you. I love you, just you. So... can we go into Ulta now? Or not, like, just let me know.”

“Hah-hah, hilarious,” he retorted, “Come on.”

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated ^_^.

DT(s) — @pedrilcvr ! ౨ৎ (my beautiful… thank you…)

#héctor fort #hector fort #hector fort x reader #hector fort x fem!reader #hector fort x you #hector fort x y/n #hector fort fluff #hector fort blurb #hector fort imagine #hector fort oneshot #request #jilval #fall right in - beach fossils

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sports-on-sundays · 8 months ago

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I saw that youre requests were open and that you’re willing to write for Hector Fort! Could you do one where it’s sort of enemies to lovers type vibe and your Marc Guiu’s sister so him and the whole team can see that there’s a lot more going on between you and hector and other feelings than just hate and when he finally realised his feelings it’s all cutesy. xx

love to hate you / Héctor Fort

Summary: Héctor x female!Guiu!reader - You and Héctor have feelings for each other. You both assume those feelings are hate.

Warnings: censored cussing, teasing that feels straight out of an 80's high school movie or something (I don't watch those; I'm just guessing how they would be)

Requested?: Indeed.

Author's Note: Thanks for requesting.💖 I hope you like it.

"You're bad," you say with a smirk as Héctor Fort walks past you, staring straight ahead, clearly trying to avoid meeting your eyes.

His jaw clenches, and you comment after him, following him down the steps off the training field, "Marc is so much better than you."

"Leave me alone!" he suddenly snaps, suddenly swiveling on his heel to face you. You stop walking abruptly, as to not completely run into him. You falter, than take a step back at how close he is. He continues, "You're so annoying. Like a fly, buzzing in my ear."

"I just like to see your dumb reactions," you taunt, but somewhere deeper within you, you don't like the way he speaks about you so off-handedly, so unimportant.

"Why do you care so much?" he snorts, but you decide to take it as a rhetoric question.

You're about to fire some lame comeback off from the top of your head, when suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder, and your brother, Marc, appears beside you, but he's looking at Héctor. "Are you two bothering each other again?"

"She's bothering me!" Héctor snaps.

"Your very presence bothers me!"

"Hey, hey," Marc says in a soothing tone. "Calm down. My God. Listen, Y/n, I'll meet you by the car in a few minutes. Leave Héctor alone."

You cross your arms. "You talk as though he's so innocent! It's not like I jab him for no reason-"

"Y/n! Stop!" Marc complains, gently shoving you down the hall, toward the exit. "I'll be at the car in a bit."

You roll your eyes, sigh, but nod, stalking off.

When Marc gets to the car and sits down next to him, he demands, "Why do you and Héctor hate each other? What is it?"

"He's annoying," you claim.

"That's it? I mean, you guys waste so much time with each other..."

You keep your head high and claim, "I take every opportunity I can to get under his skin."

Marc just sighs, turns the key in his car, and shakes his head, apparently too defeated to try to respond. You don't care.

You love to hate Héctor.

"Get out of my way," Héctor's annoying voice snaps behind you, gently shoving you in the back. "You walk so f*cking slow."

You turn around to retort, "I can walk as fast as I want, and it's too bad if you don't like it!"

"That's a lot coming from someone who is, like, four feet tall," I comments with a smirk, giving you a hard pat on the head.

"Shut up!"

"What's that? Didn't hear you down there. Wanna repeat?" he scoffs, his smirk growing.

"I'm not too short to punch you in the face, if I so desire!" you fire back, glaring at the taller individual.

"Oh, right. I'd like to see you try," he says, shoving past you as he saunters off.

"You really think you're so hot and sexy and cool, don't you? Give me a break!" you call in anger after him.

Suddenly Fermín López slips past you with an (much more polite than Héctor's 'Get out of my way,'), "Excuse me."

You nod, quickly stepping out of the way to let him through, but a little amused smile appears on his face as he gives you a very light, playful shove, "Hot, sexy, and cool?"

You like Fermín, and you know he's just teasing, but it's rare you can be lighthearted concerning Héctor. Your jaw clenches as you blurt, "Everyone knows what I meant!"

But Fermín waves his hand as he walks off, shaking his head, and says simply, "Do we?"

That's a question you should give more thought to, but instead you call, "Yes, Fermín, we do!"

Strange things come from eavesdropping on long phone conversations.

Even though you're staying over, you know Marc thinks you can't hear him talking with one of his teammates... you're not sure which one, but you know it's not, at least, Héctor Fort.

You know that because of the comment from Marc that made your ears perk up in the first place.

"Yeah, I mean, but, this is obvious, is it not? Héctor and Y/n- it's like they feed off each other's attention. It's clear they're obsessed with each other, and neither of them just want to admit it. Or, at least, I'm sure Héctor is."

You continue listening to the conversation, but only manage to hear Marc's half of it, through the door. After a pause, he continues, "Do you see how he looks at her?... Exactly! I don't know what to think about it, because Héctor's a good friend of mine. I literally asked him about it, and he like looked all grumpy and snapped way too angrily about how he hates Y/n and she's so annoying... Yeah. They give so much attention to each other. I'm starting to think Y/n cares more about getting Héctor's attention than she does actually following me around everywhere. She gives more time to him than me. Not that I care, but it's funny... Right... Hah, you want to do that?... Yeah, right. I mean, if they really do feel that way about each other, at some point, it'll just come out, and someone will realize and confess. I don't think they're that unaware- they just don't want to admit it... Oh, alright. See you tomorrow... Bye."

Your fists clenches. You heart pounds. Your head spins.

Is it really so obvious that you and Héctor like each other, when to both of you, it seems so ridiculously obvious you hate each other?

Or at least you think you hate each other.

Right?

"If you two keep this up, I'm going to confiscate your coming-to-football-training privileges, Y/n," Marc comments as he sees you and Hector in another argument, on the sidelines of the training pitch. He's crossing his arms, but smirking teasingly. "I mean, I know you two just can't get enough of each other, but really. It's getting to be a bit much."

He reaches you two, and gently shoves Héctor out of his way, teasingly, with a little grin. Héctor complains, "Marc!" but stumbles right into you. You, too, dodder back from Hector, almost slip on the grass, but feel a hand on your wrist before you can actually fall. You're expecting Marc, and don't mind him helping you straighten yourself, but when you look up and see the greyish brown eyes of Héctor Fort looking back at you, and his hand holding your wrist, you tear it away and snap, "Héctor!" instead.

Marc snorts, and as Lamine walks over, joining Marc, he comments, "You two are helplessly in love!"

"Oh, give me a break!" you say, feeling overly upset, indignant, and embarrassed at this teasing. "Even he thinks so?"

Marc shrugs, always being the type of older brother to take any and all opportunities to tease you. "Y/n, do you realize that whenever we tease you guys about this, Héctor never seems to say anything, let alone object?"

You see Marc's and Héctor's eyes lock for a second, and Héctor turns a deep shade of red as he comment, "Ah, Marc... Don't... Don't even say that... I, uh, should get back to training-" And just like that, he's off.

You look to Marc, who shrugs. Both him and Lamine are grinning stupidly. "Just saying," Marc teases, and then walks off with Lamine.

And you're left with that to occupy your thoughts.

After about a month of deciding to avoid following Marc around to football training, because of all the weird rumors about you and Héctor, your heart aches in longing, but you'll never admit to yourself that it's longing for Héctor himself.

You'll never admit you're actually missing him.

But today, you've had enough. You want to see him again, and, clearly, that's because you think he must be deprived of the misery and making fun of that you like to invoke on him weekly.

You just keep telling yourself you might just love to hate him slightly too much.

"Oh, look who's back! Why haven't you been at training for so long?" Héctor speaks mockingly, but there's a big grin on his face to see you.

You take it as a taunting one, and answer back, "Because I'm sick of seeing your handsome f*cking face!" You're not quite sure why the word 'handsome' slipped out of your lips with the insult, but you don't bother with it.

But he does. "Handsome? First right thing you've ever said in your life."

You snort and say, "If I'm such a nuisance, then why the hell do you bother with me? Is it because I'm not so bad myself?" If this is flirting, you ignore that, because it makes more sense for it to be teasing.

"Well!" he grins wider with a chuckle, his brown eyes sparkling. "It's not my fault that the cutest girl I've ever see just has to be also the most annoying girl I've ever met, is it?"

"Cute?!" you hoot. "What on earth would make you say that?!"

You watch as Héctor gives a very quick glance around, seeing that all his teammates must've hit the locker room by now, considering the hallway is empty.

Except for you and him, of course.

"I don't know... It just dawned on me..." Suddenly his eyes soften, and he looks down into yours. Your whole body tenses when his hand slips to your waist, just holding it gently. He smirks a little, but his eyes remain tentative, and perhaps even a little unsure. "Maybe sassy girls like you are my type."

Your jaw clenches as every single little tease from Héctor zooms through your mind at lightning speed, and then all the little teases from everyone else, about how you're so into to each other. About how you're hiding emotions. All those things you've been brushing off-

Clearly Héctor has decided there's no reason to brush those off now.

You feel your face heat a little. "Why?" you blurt. "Don't you hate me?"

"Hate you? No," he responds, his eyes searching yours for... something. "No, I don't hate you. If I hate anything, it's the fact that I love you."

Your jaw drops. You heart pounds in your ears.

"I think it just... I saw you, after not seeing you for a while, and it clicked in my brain," he continues.

"O- Oh..." you stutter, before blurting again, without any thought, "Well, I love to hate you."

His eyes freeze. Stop searching. His hand leaves your waist, but it doesn't feel right. It feels like his hand slipping away, like that's taking a part of you away with him. "Oh, alright. If you want it to be that way, that's fine, too." But disappointment, and confusion floods his being. He turns on his heel, about to walk away, leave you there, after all that, accepting your foolish proclamation in resignation.

"But, uh, wait, Héctor-!" you suddenly call, rushing after him. You grab his wrist. Slip it down to hold his hand. He turns to face you, staring down at you. You blush deeply at the intense eye contact, before saying softly, with an embarrassed, shuttering breath, "But maybe I would love to love you even more."

You glance away from his eyes, feeling the intensity from them far too strongly as he breathes, "Wait, really?"

"Yeah, maybe..." you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

He beams so brightly, his cheeks all pink. "This is such on a whim, but I feel like there's so much we've been denying."

Sounds just like something Marc would say to me teasingly, about Héctor.

But you smile a little back.

"So, what, now you're going to be all shy?" he teases softly, his hand gently rubbing yours. "Come on, now. I know you can be all cheeky. You're going to be shy now?" But he doesn't seem to mind, as he reaches up to gently tilt your chin, so you're forced to look at him.

"Ah, stop, Héctor..." you chuckle nervously, as butterflies begin to swarm in your stomach.

"Ah, I see," he grins, apparently not intending to stop at all. "You're all tough when you get to be petty, but as soon as I do something really relational, you get all embarrassed!"

"Oh, stop!" you giggle, clutching his hand more, your feet involuntarily stepping closer to him.

"Why should I? You're kind of cute."

"Because I say so!" you grin, looking up at him with shining eyes.

"Mmm, yeah. And you know I have to listen to everything you say, huh?"

"Yeah, because-"

"Oh, stop talking, or else the moment will pass!" he suddenly interrupts. You eyebrows crease together, but immediately you understand as he leans down-

And gently pecks your lips, before pulling away, his face red.

But you cry, indignant, "Oh, come on! Not something at least a little bit more grand?!"

He opens his mouth to speak, but you stand up on your tip toes, wrapping your arms around him, and kiss him before he can get out whatever words he was going to.

And yours is a real kiss.

When you finally, in sync, pull away from each other, he murmurs, "Oh, God. Didn't I tell you I think you're cute because you're sassy?"

"Because you're into that?" you tease softly, but are still blushing deeply at the kiss.

"Yes, exactly," he grins. "Because I'm into you."

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sports-on-sundays · 7 months ago

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hii <3 i have a request for an hector fort one shot. basically he has a crush/is in love with reader but shes few years older than him… she doesnt want to admit her feelings for him because she doesnt date younger boys and thinks it isn’t right. in then end hector makes her realize her feelings or sth like that . thank you if youre going to write this, take Your time anyway <3 have a nice day/evening idk whats Your time zone lol !!

it isn't right / Héctor Fort

Summary: Héctor x adult!female!Barcelona videographer!reader - Description above.

Warnings: blood

Requested?: Yes.

Author's Note: I decided at the end, his birthday passes, just because that felt like it should happen, so that they're both adults. Other than that, thank you.

Héctor kind of refuses to call it a crush.

Because a crush sounds too immature. It sounds like just a little kid crush, that doesn't really matter.

But it does matter, and it's more than just a crush.

Héctor is sure he really does love you.

"Mate, but there's no way," Marc comments, crossing his arms as he walks onto the training pitch with Héctor. "She's, like, so much older than you."

"Not really," Héctor comments in annoyance.

"Do you know how old she is?"

"Yeah!"

"How?"

Héctor glares, embarrassed. "I asked her."

"You did? When? And what did she say?" Marc asks, eyebrows shooting up.

"I don't know... A couple weeks ago. She just told me, and said she just had her birthday."

"Oh. So...? How old is she?"

Héctor glances at his football boots. "Twenty-one."

"Pwoah! Yeah, and you're seventeen!"

"Four years! It's only four years!"

"What year would that be? She was born in 2002? At least she's not from the 90's... Then she'd be really old."

"Yeah, because twenty-five or twenty-six is really old, right?" Héctor comments in disbelief at his teammate.

"Just saying," Marc shrugs. "Either way, you should go for girls your age. You've got no chance with her. She's too pretty, anyway."

"You're saying I'm not good looking?!"

Marc grins. "You're putting words in my mouth!"

"Well, I'll prove you wrong. I'll make her like me. You'll see. I'm going to go talk to her right now."

"Alright. If you say so," Marc comments with an eye roll as he continues walking.

So you look up from your camera to see Héctor approaching you. You smile. You've had a few short conversations with him, and you have to admit, he's sweet. "Hey, Héctor."

He smiles back, blushing a little.

You're not stupid. You've picked up that he's got a little crush on you.

"Hey, Y/n," he says, putting his hand on your shoulder. You glance to it, but pay that no mind as he continues, "How are you?"

"Good, and you?"

"Good... I... can I ask you something?"

You chuckle. "Shoot, Héctor."

"Do you.. Would you say I'm, like, good looking?"

You grin a little. "I think most football players are."

"But, like, me. Specifically...?" he pushes.

You smile. "You're alright." You really do like Héctor. You think he's sweet, and if he were a bit older, he's definitely the type of guy you could see yourself falling for.

But he's just...

He's still so young. You don't even let yourself consider those feelings, because you know that would be wrong. He's not even an adult yet.

"Just alright?" he leans closer.

"Do you want me to tell you you're handsome?"

"I want you to be honest," he grins.

"Why do you think I'm not being honest?" you inquire, turning back to your camera. His hand remains on your shoulder.

"I don't know..."

"Alright, Héctor. You're handsome."

"You're not just saying that?"

"No, I'm not," you respond casually. He remains there awkwardly, just standing there, so you look up at him, meeting his eyes, and say, "Anything else I can do for you?"

"Uh, date me?" he suddenly blurts.

You snort, but feel your face heat a bit. "You're basically twelve. Ew."

"I'm seventeen! And you just turned twenty-one, anyway! You're not that much older."

"So someone is just a little stuck on me," you state.

"So what?" he says in annoyance.

You sigh, your eyes softening. "Listen, Héctor. I like you a lot. You're sweet, and kind. But I simply can't date a seventeen-year-old. That goes against my conscience. It's not right. We can be friends, but that's it."

He grins, but there's still a bit of disappointment in his eyes. "I mean, hey. Friends is better than nothing... right?"

"Right," you smile. "Now, you better get to training. You're not paid to talk to me."

He rolls his eyes but runs off to do just that.

"Wow, Héctor... This is so nice..." you say softly as you look around the restaurant you sit in. You and Héctor have been hanging out more, going out places, but every single time, you're sure to remind him it's not a date.

"I figured you'd like it here," Héctor says with pride, crossing his arms across his chest.

You're aware of how much he tries to impress you.

And sometimes it works, but you try not to let him know.

As you eat, he slowly inches his hand towards yours, and slips it on top. But you slip it out, saying, "I reckon friends don't typically do that for no reason, huh, Héctor?" You grin teasingly, rolling your eyes.

He laughs, his cheeks reddening a bit. "Whatever."

You continue eating, and talking, just about life. There's a lot of teasing between you two that you're not ready to admit is flirting.

You've trained your mind to only think about Héctor when he's in front of you, because otherwise, you'd find yourself falling for a seventeen-year-old, and you simply will not let that happen.

You and some of Héctor's other friends are on the beach, playing an epic sand volleyball tournament by the lovely expanse of cool light blue water.

Of course, Héctor made sure to be on the same team as you.

Your long hair has grains of sand in it, and your knees are a little red, but you don't care. You're having the time of your life.

When you take off your tank top in the heat so you're just wearing your swim top, you catch Héctor's eye and snap. "Hey, buddy! Keep your focus! It's your serve!"

He blushes and looks away, before serving.

It's quite a bad serve, and goes straight into the grass on the other end of the net.

You catch his eyes and teasingly stick out your tongue as he argues, "We're on the same team!" with a little laugh.

But then, you run for the ball a few volleys later, slide, hit it up, but have a little tumble, gently hit your head on the pole that holds up the volleyball net, and up laying on your back, staring up at the blue sky, eyes glazed over in confusion.

But only for a moment, before Hector's concerned eyes come into view. Immediately he's there, kneeling by you. "Are you okay?" he asks, putting his hand on your arm.

"Yeah... yeah, I am. I think so..." You feel a bit of a sting below your hairline on your forehead, so you drag your hand over it, and stare in horror when you bring your hand back down to see it covered in blood.

You scream.

"Hey, hey... Looks just like a gash," Héctor says immediately in a soothing tone, giving your arm a little rub. "Come on." He hold his hand out to you to help you up. "I'll help you clean it up in the bathroom."

"Should we keep playing without you guys?" one of Héctor's friends calls as you walk with him toward the bathroom slowly, kind of in a daze.

"Yeah!" Héctor calls back. "We'll be back in a few."

When in the bathroom, you immediately rinse your hand as Héctor begins gently wiping up your forehead, asking gently, "Does it hurt a lot...?"

"No..." you say softly, looking at yourself in the mirror. "Just a little sting... It was just the blood, I think..."

He nods. "The shock of seeing all that blood."

"Right. Exactly," you say with a shaky sigh.

"Just looks like a cut that's bleeding a lot. You'll be a okay," he reassures, and although you could have just told yourself that, it's nice to have someone else saying it. "Just need it to stop bleeding as much, and then we can go back, and I'll get you a Band-Aid for it."

"You thought to bring Band-Aids?" you ask, surprised.

"I somehow remembered, yeah," he chuckles. But then his cheeks redden as he adds, "I mean, it's good I did, in the end. That way, I can take care of you..." His hand gently strokes your arm.

"Shut up, Héctor," you respond, looking away from him in the mirror to shield him from seeing the stupid pinkness on your cheeks. "You realize I could have taken care of myself just fine. I don't need a seventeen-year-old taking care of me."

"Sure," he grins, "but one did, regardless."

You sigh and roll your eyes as he continues to dab at your cut. Once the bleeding has stopped enough to not be dripping blood, he takes your hand and leads you out of the bathroom, saying, "I'll seal this up with a Band-Aid now."

You almost forget to slip your hand back out of his.

When you reach the beach chairs, where the Band-Aids Héctor brought will be, he gently urges you to sit down. You do so, and he kneels in front of you, looking into your eyes. He brushes some hair off your forehead gently, away from the wound, before putting the Band-Aid on it, saying, "There you go! All better." He gives your bare thigh a little pat, which makes your face heat up.

"Héctor, keep your hands to yourself," you say rudely, but he doesn't take offense, and just continues, "Feel better enough to keep playing?"

You nod and stand up with him, walking toward the volleyball court again.

Héctor had a bunch of friends over for his birthday.

Eighteen.

It leaves you with some questions.

He's older, now.

Legally, an adult.

And clearly Héctor has some questions, too, because for a moment, he whispers in your ear, "Will you be able to stay a little longer? After everyone else has left?"

You blink a few times, and can't help but blush. "That's fine. We can do that."

He nods, looking relieved. "Alright. Good. Let's do that."

So later, after a fun couple of hours, you watch the last of Héctor's friends leave.

So only the two of you remain.

He gently takes your hand, and you sit down on the couch together. "So," he begins. "I'm eighteen. I'm an adult now."

You nod slowly. "You are. Look at how much you've grown up," you tease, grinning.

He squeezes your hand. You stare at the two hands, connected. He smiles a bit, saying, "You've had all these months, of really getting to know me."

"I know," you smile. "And I think I like you."

He nods. "Enough...?"

"Enough for what?"

"I know I'm so much younger than you. But think about it. Now I'm eighteen. Eighteen and twenty-one is fine. I mean, Vitor's wife is older than him! He's eighteen!"

You smile softly. "Yeah, that's a good point."

"So?"

"So what?" you grin.

"Would you date me now?"

"Maybe I would," you say softly, feeling butterflies a little.

He grins wider. "Come on. Just say it. I know you like me back."

"Sure, Héctor," you roll your eyes. "I like you back."

He grins, and suddenly hugs you tightly- not what you were expecting, but you didn't know what to expect. "Oh, thank goodness," he mutters. "I've been waiting to hear you say that for months..."

You grin and hug him tighter back, "Yeah, yeah," you say, ruffling his hair. "I'm sure you have been."

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