#héctor fort x y/n

[halfwayhearted]

Soft Spot — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: You just want a picture of him while he, on the other hand, wants a picture of the both of you.

Word Count: 365+

Disclaimer/s — Fluff… fluff… fluff…

A/N: IIIIII. Hoodie is wrinkled from the CLUTCH I just had on it.

“I don’t know why this is so difficult, Héctor.”

The boy before you frowns, “You’re making this difficult. Why is it just of me? I want you in it, too.”

This had started exactly ten minutes ago. He was looking over at you, his gaze was so soft that you wanted to take a photo of him. However, once he saw what you were doing, he got up and stood beside you, thinking that you were taking a photo of yourself and he wanted to be included. Next to, well, you. Which was, of course, the wrong idea.

“Because you looked good!” You huffed, looking up at him, “Now you’re not doing the same look you were doing before. You’re looking at me silly.”

“What? I’m not even looking at you like that.”

Tilting your head, you speak once again, “You’re the one doing the looking! You wouldn’t know.”

As you were saying that, you were in the midst of sliding your phone back into your hoodie pocket, but he stopped you, his hand on your wrist. Héctor was adamant on this, unfortunately so.

“Hèctor,” you dragged on. “My hair’s tangled.”

He didn’t hear you, or perhaps he just wasn’t listening; you already knew it was the latter.

Gently prying your phone from your hands, he stands behind you and holds the phone out in front of you, a smile plastered on the man’s features. You remain stone-faced. “Come on.”

All you did was purse your lips in response to that.

Taking a deep breath, he began showering your face with kisses, starting from your hair and trailing down to your jaw. He knew it would bring a grin to your face, and it worked. No surprise.

Spamming the ‘take photo’ button, Héctor lowers his arm and rests his chin on your shoulder, then starts swiping through all the photos he took.

“I like this one,” he comments, “Send it to me?”

You spin around on your heels and narrow your eyes, “You’re so annoying. Yes, I’ll send it to you.”

With a smirk, he hands you your phone, “Dinner?”

Unable to keep the frown from turning into a smile, you give in and exhale loudly. “Yes, dinner.”

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

[shitsndgiggs]

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.

[meadowscarlet]

SECRET’S OUT | HF39.

✩ — summary: you and hector are in a relationship that you both decided to keep private in order to protect yourself and him from fanatical fans and media scrutiny… that is until you are shipped with his teammate which sends him to do something impulsive: post you in public.

✩ — héctor fort x fem!reader

✩ — author’s note: not back i did this for funsies nd in honor for 24/25 sznnnn starting next month also i dont speak spanish i used google translate soz if there’s some mistakes 🫶🏼

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youruser italy was a dreaaaam 🇮🇹♥️🥲 !!!!!! will miss it here sm pero extraño más mi hogar (but i miss my home more)

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friend CHICA HERMOSA TE EXTRAÑO 😍 (beautiful girl i miss you)

youruser 🥹 gracias amiga (thank you friend)

marcguiu9 será mejor que me traigas algún recuerdo (you better bring me some souvenir)

lamineyamal yo también 😎 (me too)

youruser déjame en paz 🙄🙄🙄 (leave me alone)

pablogavi 😍❤️

* ♥ by author

random OMFGGGG THE BARCA BOYS?????

random she’s friends with marc and lamine?? who is this girl

random probably gavi’s gf? he commented a heart eyes emoji and she liked it

random GAVI NOOOOOOOO

random hector in her likes too stop

random i dont blame him she’s fine asf 😭😭😭

random im gonna kms

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youruser ��� volver a casa :) (back home)

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random as if she couldn’t get hotter ofc she’s a culer im in love

random hala madrid

random fuck off

friend stunning!!!!!

random she’s so unreal

random waiting for gavi to reply 🤓

random hector and gavi in the likes this is insane

pablogavi ❤️

random BITCHH

random I SHIPPPPP they look so cute together

random you’re delusional go back to sleep 🤣

hctorforrt_ bienvenido de nuevo (welcome back)

youruser :)

random NAHHHHHHHH FUCK OFF

random HECTOR WHAT

random SHE REPLIED HOLD ON

random wait what about gavi????

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hctorforrt_ contento (contented)

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random THE SECOND SLIDE????? it’s so over

random the soft launch 😭 congrats 😭 whoever 😭 she 😭 is 😭

marcguiu9 vamos hermano ❤️❤️ (let’s gooo brother)

lamineyamal eres tan caliente 😫 (you are so hot)

random LMFAO LAMINE

marcbernal_ hermanoooo ❤️ (brother)

pablogavi vamonoooos 😍 (let’s goooooo)

random oh my god did anyone else noticed the similarities between y/n’s post and hector’s?

random YEAH i thought i was the only one 😭 the matching camera pose???

random but isn’t she gavi’s gf?

random nothing is confirmed

random i like her better with gavi

random girl boo

joaofelix79 hector con novia 😮 (hector with girlfriend)

lamineyamal él debería esconderse (he should hide)

joaofelix79 demasiado tarde 😂 (too late)

random SPILL IT WHAT THE HELL

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youruser visca barca!!!!! 💙❤️ estoy muy orgulloso y feliz, el partido fue increíble! 🥹 (i am very proud and happy, the match was incredible)

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friend bonita! 😘 (pretty)

youruser gracias linda! 🥲🥲🩷 (thank you pretty)

random i was sitting behind her 😭 can confirm she’s absolutely gorgeous and veryyyyyy kind

random who’s kit was she wearing???

random she was wearing hector’s kit! she cheered so loud when he got an assist w fermin’s goal it was amazing 🤩🤩🤩

random SHUT THE FRONT DOOR. WAR IS OVER.

random i saw her wave hello to gavi?????

random man im fucking confused now

random cant let the gang know i fw y/n gavi hector issue

_ferminlopez 🤩❤️

* ♥ by author

hctorforrt_ tuve suerte 😁 (i was lucky)

youruser me pregunto porque 🤔 (i wonder why)

random ok it’s so obvious alr im crying

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hctorforrt_ @/fcbarcelona 🔥💯

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youruser chica orgullosa aquí 🙋🏻‍♀️ (proud girl here)

random she forgot the friend

hctorforrt_ hice lo mejor que pude para alguien especial 😉 (i did the best i could for someone special)

random rip gavi 🕊️

pablogavi ¿por qué estoy muerto? (why am i dead?)

random ICBBBBBBBB 😭😭😭😭😭

_ferminlopez 🍬🍬

marcguiu9 orgulloso de tí hermano 🥰 (proud of you brother)

random HOTTTTT

random VAMOS BARCA 💙❤️ (let’s go)

random finally had minutes and u delivered BLESS U HECTOR

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hctorforrt_ mi amuleto de la suerte ❤️ @youruser (my lucky charm)

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fcbarcelona 💯🔥❤️

youruser 🥲 mi chico favorito (my favorite boy)

hctorforrt_ te amo niña bonita (i love you pretty girl)

pablogavi FINALMENTE (finally)

hctorforrt_ finalmente 😌 (finally)

pablogavi jaja ustedes chicos 🤦🏻‍♂️❤️ (haha you guys)

lamineyamal MAMÁ Y PAPÁ (mom and dad)

youruser sólo somos un año mayores que tú 😒 (we are only a year older than you)

marcguiu9 😍😍😍 hermosa pareja (beautiful couple)

* ♥ by author

random this is so adorable 😭

random I KNEW IT

random such a hot couple im dying

random they’re perfect i shed tears

random oh my days

random she’s so beautiful 😭🫶🏼

* ♥ by author

alejandrobalde 🔥

random so i can still have gavi 😍

random brother eugh

[sports-on-sundays]

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.

[leia039]

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐜𝐡 — 𝐇. 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭

A/N : Since I miss summer, I wanted to do a little summer smau. It’s my first fic in English so if y’all have any suggestions or any ideas don’t hesitate to request me or message me directly. Anyway, ENJOY.

Summary : Héctor and you are dating and fan are speculating about your relationship.

| Pairing : Hector Fort x Reader

| Face claim: Some pinterest pictures feel free to adjust according to you :)

Warning: None :)

@. culersxgossips

liked by yourbestie, user1 and 340.000 others ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It’s seems like Hector Fort was spotted during the summer break with a girl who seemed very close to him.

user1: omg my man is cheating on me rn ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 🔂 user2 : *our honey

user3: it seems to look like yourusername, Hector, Marc and Pau follows her.

user4: maybe she is just a fan

🔂 user5: girl bfr he wouldn’t do that with a fan

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@. culersxgossips

Liked by user1, user2 and 567.000 others. Seems like the “rumoured girlfriend” of Hector Fort is in fact, Y/N L/N, who is apparently followed by some of his teammates along with Hector’s cousin. @ youruser.

user1: omg I’m in denial rn

🔂 user2: same bestie 😔

user3: she is so pretty I can’t hate on her 😭😭

user4 crying rn

user5: bro casually rizzed up the prettiest girl in Barcelona

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@. hctorfrrt_ ✔️

Vacaciones con mi boluda favorita (holidays with my favourite idiot) tagged: yourusername

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marcguiu9 ✔️ : mi padres (my parents)

joaofelix79✔️: Miran, el tiene una novia 😌

🔂 lamineyamal: you were right I guess

yourbestie: papa y mama 🫦 (mom and dad)

🔂 yourusername: hehe lol

paucubarsi ✔️ : beautiful two

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A/N this is so baddd ! Anyway hope you liked it ! Don’t hesitate to drop some ideas !!

[looooochie]

𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸 + 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 | héctor fort

summary: hector fell for his friend's sister.

pairing: hector fort x guiu! reader

y/n your average teenage girl, her life was pretty boring, but there's one part about about it that wasn't boring.

Yeah, she was the younger sister of Marc Guiu. Yes. Marc Guiu Paz.

For some reason, whenever she was seen at the Estadi Olímpic, they always thought of Hector Fort.

Well, if anything, she and Hector were completely DIFFERENT.

You might think, Hector is into the type of girls who wear black, wear short dresses, makeup, yeah.

But, this is how Y/N's style is.

She liked the color pink, liked wearing pants most of the time. Liked Melanie Martinez, liked drawing, and vice versa.

But she was actually Hector's type.

Marc invited his teammates/friends over and everytime this happened, he asked her not to go in his room.

Well, let's see what happens now.

y/n's pov:

I SAT ON my bed, kicking around because my phone was dead, and I wasn't allowed to go in Marc's room.

But as you already know, I wanted to feel like a rebel, and sneak in there. I rolled on the floor, slithering like a snake out of my room and heading to Marc's.

Luckily, the door was slightly open so I could get in there. Without being noticed, actually.

From what I could see, Marc and his friends, were sitting on his bed.

Marc was the one playing the game and one wad sitting on his gaming chair, and the other was sitting on the floor.

I slither on the carpet amd get ready to scare my brother. God, I was gonna get him so good.

I popped up from behind him, practically jumpscaring him, and put my hands on his shoulders.

"BOO!" I say, as Marc gently screamed at dropped the controller, which paused the game.

He stopped for a few seconds before turning to me, looking pissed and he crossed his arms.

"Hermana, ¿no te dije que no entraras en mi habitación cuando mis amigas están cerca? (Sis, did I not tell you not to come in my room when my friends are around?)" he said, still pretty upset.

"Oh, entonces así será, ¿eh? ¿No puedo entrar a la habitación de mi hermano sin su permiso? Sí claro. (Oh, so that's how it's going to be, huh? I can't go in my brother's room without his permission? Yeah, right.)" I responded, putting an arm on his shoulder.

"Aquí hay algunas palabras simples. No entres a mi habitación cuando mis amigos estén aquí. (Here are a few simple words. Don't come into my room when my friends are here.)" Marc replied, slapping my hand off his shoulder.

"Ah, bueno, adiós entonces. (Oh well, bye then.)" I shrugged, and went on my way to my room again.

"Esperar! (Wait!)"

I look back to see Hector, it looked like he tried to get my attention.

"¿Quieres jugar videojuegos con nosotros? (Do you wanna play video games with us?)" Hector asked me, he then scooted up a little on Marc's bed and motioned for me to sit next to him.

Marc had his mouth open in shock. I smile and go to sit next to Hector, then Marc looked at me with an annoyed expression.

"Sólo tienes suerte porque Héctor está aquí. Nunca más volverás a sentarte en mi cama. (You're only lucky because Hector is here. You're never going to sit on my bed again.)" he said, glaring at me.

I simply ignored it, and began playing video games with Lamine, Pau, Hector and Marc.

2nd person's pov:

EVER SINCE THAT day, Hector somehow always managed to convince Marc to let him hang out with you. And you slowly started to develop feelings for Hector, it was a slow process.

I mean, who wouldn't fall in love with him?

He's got the face of a practical angel, brown hair, dark eyes, what else?

You were watching all of Melanie Martinez's music videos, on repeat to be precise. Then you got a text for Hector.

(DA HECK-)

Ey

y/n

sí?

meet me at the park

por qué?

come on, just do it

fine

You ran to the park to see Hector sitting there. You waved at him and he waved back at you and you ran towards him, and laid on the grass with him.

"So, what was so important?" you asked, sitting up on the grass.

"Uh y/n.. I have to tell you something." he replied, taking both your hands, and cupping them together.

You blushed, not having a clue what was happening.

"Look, I've been meaning to tell you this for a really long time. I'm sorry if it's too sudden but, I.. like you Y/N. You don't have to like me back if you don't I understa-" you cut him off by hugging him tightly and then cupping his cheeks.

"Yo también te amo, Héctor." you replied, and began kissing him gently.

You ran your fingers through his hair and his arms around your waist. This felt magical, amazing, good, the list is endless.

Hector and you pull apart, blushing madly.

"If you're wondering 'What am I gonna tell Marc' Don't worry amor, I'll tell him so you won't have to." Hector said.

"Gracias." you reply, and pull him into another hug.

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Heyyy, I love your work so much. Please could you do a Hector Fort x reader, where she meets his friends for the first time and she’s super nervous because she knows how close they are and stuff. Thank you xx

Es Por Ti — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: Meeting his friends was a reminder you knew you’d have to face soon. Maybe it wouldn’t end up being so bad.

Word Count: 605+

Disclaimer/s — Nothing! I don’t think!

A/N: I didn’t know who to choose for his friends so… hi… haha. Also, can we get a ‘nervous’ word count because girl fuck 🤦‍♀️

“Héctor—what if I said I don’t think I can do this?”

The boy whips around to look at you, his gaze on you softening when he takes in your demeanor. Your hands are fiddling with each other and your bottom lip is in between your teeth as you stare up at him. Your nervousness is quite palpable!

He gently takes your hands in his. “Hey, I wouldn’t be upset or anything. You don’t even have to meet them now. We can always reschedule. Just say the word and I’ll text them, I promise. But just know I’ll be right beside you the entire time.”

That was enough for you to relax. It was true. He wouldn’t leave your side, why would he? Why would you even think for a second he’d leave you?

“I can do it,” you replied, unsure if it was clear you were trying to convince him more than yourself.

Héctor nods, his lips spreading into a loving smile until his eyes flicker behind you. “Good, that’s good. Because they’re actually walking up to us.”

Your eyes widen and you’re suddenly taking subtle steps behind your boyfriend, whose stupid smile has turned into a full-blown smirk. “What! I couldn’t even—I didn’t—oh, my God. You’re sick.”

“Who’s sick?” A boy questions, making you stiffen and meet his—or rather, their—gaze. You had made Héctor show you their faces and tell you their names so you wouldn’t have to deal with the awkward introductions. Yet, you knew it would be inevitable. “One of you guys aren’t feeling well?”

This one just so happened to be the Pau Cubarsí, along with Lamine Yamal, Pablo Gavi, and Alejandro Balde. His smile widened when you looked at him. “No, we’re fine. It—” you clamped your mouth shut and instead introduced yourself, saying your name. They gratefully did the same.

“It’s nice to meet you. He talks about you a lot.”

That catches your attention and you’re instantly tilting your head. “Yeah? All good things, I hope?”

Pau nods, confirming your inquiry. “Very good things. He can’t shut up about you. Every second, something happens that has anything to do with you or the things you do, and he goes into a rant.”

Now it’s as if a switch has been flipped inside you.

You weren’t even nervous anymore. It was like the emotions you were feeling before had transferred to Héctor, with the way his face reddened and jaw clenched. “Oh! Well, would you want to sit? You guys can tell me all about it. And I mean all of it.”

Balde laughs, clasping a hand on the Fort boy’s shoulder and resting his forehead against it for a split moment. “What did we say? Warned you.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, following you as you guided them to an empty booth and sat down.

How could you have been nervous not even five minutes ago and now be all smiles? All because he talked about you… all the time. So what if he talked about you? You were worth talking about.

“You coming?” Lamine calls out, his gaze trained on Héctor who purses his lips. “We’re about to tell her what happened during warm-ups last week.”

Oh, boy. Holding in a sigh, he took a seat beside you, resting an arm over your chair while they went on and on about embarrassing moments of the boy. All you did was sneak glances at him and smile when you saw how unamused he looked.

The reasons as to why you were nervous in the first place didn’t really seem like reasons now.

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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!”

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

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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.”

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what if Hector took out all his anger with a rough sex after a match they lost? a smut about this would be sooo good. like a rude and hate sex with y/n ;)

btw i love ur writings smm 🫶🏻

A/N: WARNING SMUT!!

I’M HERE, ALWAYS - HÉCTOR FORT

In which Héctor comes home angry after losing a match. And you can’t seem to stop talking

Héctor Fort x fem! reader

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The Barcelona locker room was thick with disappointment and frustration as Hector stormed out, his heart heavy with anger after a devastating loss.

The echoes of his teammates' muted conversations faded as he walked through the corridors, each step fueled by the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

The taste of defeat lingered on his tongue, bitter and sharp.

As he stepped into the quiet of his home, the weight of the world pressed down on him. I had been waiting for him, knowing he would need someone to talk to, someone to help him process his emotions.

"Hey," I greeted softly, watching him kick off his shoes with more force than necessary. "Tough game, huh?"

Hector didn't respond, his jaw clenched and eyes dark with a mix of anger and disappointment. I followed him into the living room, where he collapsed onto the couch, rubbing his face with his hands.

"I know it sucks," I continued, trying to keep my voice gentle. "But it's just one game. You guys will bounce back. You always do."

He shot me a look, his eyes intense and intimidating, but I pressed on, determined to break through his wall of silence.

"Remember last season when you lost to Madrid? Everyone thought it was over, but you guys came back stronger than ever. This is just a setback."

Hector turned his head slowly, fixing me with an intimidating gaze that could have cut through steel. His dark eyes bore into mine, and for a moment, the air between us crackled with tension.

"Seriously, Y/N?" he said, his voice low and laced with irritation. "I don’t need a pep talk right now."

Undeterred, I sat beside him, my hand reaching out to touch his arm in a comforting gesture. "Hector, it's okay to be upset. But you can't let one game define you. You're an amazing player, and you—"

"Stop," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

I froze, but only for a moment. "No, I won't stop. You need to hear this. You need to know that one game doesn't change who you are or how good you are. It's just—"

Without warning, Hector grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me towards him. Before I could say another word, his lips crushed mine in a harsh, aggressive kiss.

It was unlike any kiss we had shared before—it was angry, demanding, and it took my breath away. I could taste the bitterness of his frustration as his tongue invaded my mouth.

I knew then that I had pushed him too far with my attempts at comfort. He was going to take his anger out on me, and there was nothing I could do but surrender to it.

My body responded to his kiss despite the underlying aggression. I felt a rush of wetness between my legs as his hand tightened on my wrist, pinning me against him.

When he finally pulled back, we were both breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. "Shut up and ride me," he growled, his voice hoarse with anger.

I did as I was told, knowing that arguing would only fuel his anger further. I quickly took off my sweatpants and my panties.

I straddled him, feeling the hardness of his dick pressing against my ass through his jeans.

Reaching down, I fumbled with the button and zipper, freeing his thick, rock-hard cock. It sprang out, eager and twitching, and I guided it to my entrance.

Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, taking him deep inside me. We both moaned at the sensation—me at the fullness, and him at the tight, wet heat of my pussy.

Gripping his shoulders for support, I began to ride him, lifting my body up and slamming back down onto his lap, taking him balls-deep with each stroke.

Hector's hands gripped my thighs, guiding my movements as I bounced on his cock. "más rápido," he growled, his breath hot on my neck. "Ride me harder."

I did as he commanded, increasing my pace and grinding my hips in circles, feeling his cock hitting all the right spots inside me. The couch creaked beneath us as our bodies slapped together, the rhythm of our fucking filling the room.

His hands squeezed my thighs, leaving bruises, and he thrust up to meet my downward motion. "You like that, don't you?" he said through gritted teeth. "Taking my cock while I'm angry."

"¡Sí!," I moaned, my head thrown back in pleasure. "I love it. I love feeling your cock inside me."

Hector's fingers dug into my flesh, and he lifted me slightly, changing the angle of his cock inside me. "You're so wet for me," he growled. "So fucking wet. You love it when I take control."

"Yes," I whispered, my body trembling on the verge of orgasm. "I do. I love it when you use me like this."

His thumb found my clit and began to rub circles around it as I rode him. The combination of his thick cock stretching me and his thumb working its magic pushed me over the edge. "Oh, God, I'm cumming!" I cried out, my body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Feeling my pussy clench and spasm around his cock only served to fuel Hector's anger-filled passion further.

With a growl, he sat up, still embedded inside me, and flipped us over so that he was on top. He began to pound into me with fierce, powerful strokes, taking control completely.

The force of his thrusts pushed me along the couch, and I could do nothing but hold on as he used my body to satisfy his needs.

His angry grunts filled my ears, and I could feel his balls slapping against my ass with each deep thrust.

"You're gonna make me cum," he growled, his eyes wild. "Gonna fill that tight pussy of yours with my hot cum."

Hearing him talk so dirty only served to excite me further, and my pussy clenched around him involuntarily. "Cum for me, amor,” I begged. "I want to feel you explode inside me."

His pace quickened as he chased his orgasm, and then, with a roar, he stiffened, buried deep inside me. I felt his cock twitch and pulse as he filled me with his hot, sticky release.

His eyes drilled into mine as he came, and for a moment, the anger disappeared, replaced by pure, raw passion.

Collapsing on top of me, he kissed me deeply, his mouth tasting of satisfaction.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "I just... I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to forget, even if just for a moment."

I cupped his face gently, my thumb brushing against his cheek. "It's okay, Hector. I get it. Sometimes, we all need a distraction."

I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, feeling the tension in his body slowly begin to ease. "You don't have to carry it all by yourself. I'm here, Hector. Always."

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hi girl

can you write something about hector fort.

something like a rival player is flirting with y/n and is provoking hector.

and there is a little fight between them during the match.

after it’s all like fluffy stuff where she just tell him he’s the only one she loves etc

i got this inspiration when i saw your imagine with kenan.

PLAYING WITH FIRE - HÉCTOR FORT

Héctor is standing up for you

Héctor Fort x fem! reader

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The tension in the stadium was palpable, the roars of the crowd intensifying as Barcelona faced off against one of their fiercest rivals, Real Madrid.

The rivalry between the two clubs had always been fierce, but tonight, it felt personal. I sat in the stands, my eyes trained on Hector, who was giving his all on the pitch, his movements swift and determined.

As the game progressed, I noticed a familiar figure from the rival team—a player who had been persistently DM'ing me for months, despite knowing full well that I was with Hector.

I had never responded to him, but his messages were getting bolder. And now, seeing him on the pitch, I could sense that he was up to something.

As soon as Hector and the rival player came into close proximity, the tension between them was clear.

They exchanged words I couldn’t hear, but the heated glares and clenched jaws said enough.

Then, the rival player leaned in, saying something directly into Hector’s ear that made him stiffen.

Hector’s expression darkened, his jaw clenching as he glared at the other player. They squared up, and before anyone could intervene, the rival shoved Hector, and Hector shoved back.

The confrontation escalated quickly, with the rival player throwing a punch that landed squarely on Hector’s nose. Hector retaliated with a hard shove, knocking the rival to the ground, his lip already split from the impact.

The referee's whistle pierced through the air, and chaos erupted on the field. Both players were separated, and after a quick deliberation, the referee brandished a red card at Hector, signaling his ejection from the game.

The crowd reacted with a mixture of boos and shouts, while I rushed down to the sidelines where Hector was being checked for his nosebleed.

I reached him just as the medical staff were dabbing at his nose. His expression was a mix of anger and frustration, and despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins, he relaxed slightly when he saw me.

“What were you thinking, Hector?” I scolded softly, concern lacing my voice as I crouched beside him. “You shouldn’t have done that. Now you’ve got a red card, and we’re down a man.”

Hector's eyes met mine, still blazing with anger. “He was talking about you,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. “Saying things he had no right to. Only I can talk about you like that.”

I sighed, my expression softening. “You know that he’s just trying to get under your skin, Hector. You can’t let him win like that.” I reached out and gently touched his cheek, my fingers brushing over his jaw. “You know I only love you, amor.”

His features softened at my words, and he reached up to hold my hand against his cheek. “I know,” he said, his voice a little quieter now. “But I can’t stand the way he talks about you. It drives me insane.”

I leaned closer, my forehead almost touching his as I whispered, “I’m yours, Hector. No one can change that. Let him talk—it doesn’t matter.”

Hector’s eyes closed briefly, as if my words were grounding him. He let out a deep breath, the tension in his body easing as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer for a moment. “I just hate seeing someone disrespect you,” he murmured. “I’d do anything to protect you.”

“I know you would,” I replied, kissing his forehead gently. “But you also need to stay focused. The team needs you.”

He nodded, and as the medical staff finished checking him over, I could see the determination returning to his gaze. “You’re right,” he said, giving me a small, appreciative smile. “But if he comes near you again…”

I interrupted him with a light laugh, shaking my head. “He won’t. I’m not interested, and he’ll get the message.”

As Hector stood up to rejoin his teammates on the sidelines, some of his friends from the Barca squad came over, having noticed the interaction.

One of them grinned, pointing at the dried blood on Hector’s jersey. “Damn, Hector, getting in a fight over your girl?” he teased. “You’re a real romantic.”

Another teammate chimed in, “Guess the guy didn’t realize who he was messing with.”

Hector just shrugged, casting a sideways glance at me. “He’s lucky that’s all he got.”

I rolled my eyes, playfully smacking his arm. “You’re supposed to be a football player, not a fighter.”

“Can’t I be both?” Hector joked, his eyes twinkling as he glanced back at me.

“Only if you keep winning,” I teased back, squeezing his hand before letting him go.

As Hector returned to the bench to watch the rest of the game unfold, he glanced back at me one last time.

The intensity of his gaze told me that he didn’t regret standing up for me—even if it cost him a red card.

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hi girl,

i hope you’re okay !

i was hoping that you’re write something on hector fort (again sorry 🙃)..

maybe something like, the reader and him are talking together. he is stressed for his match because it’s a very important match and she tries to make him calm down. like a fluff/fluffy stuff and could you add (during their conversation) he told her that he wants her to keep his jewels so he give his jewels to her and she was going to put his jewels on her bag but he wanted her to wear his jewels so he puts his jewels on her. and then at the end of the match they are talking and the barca boys make fun of their relationship at the end (just kidding).

LUCKY CHARM - HÉCTOR FORT

Keeping Héctor’s necklace safe

Héctor Fort x fem! reader

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The stadium buzzed with the anticipation of the crowd. Hector stood just outside the locker room, pacing back and forth as the weight of the upcoming match settled heavily on his shoulders.

It wasn’t just any game; this was a crucial match for Barcelona, and the pressure was suffocating.

I spotted him from a distance, his shoulders tense and his expression drawn tight. I made my way over, weaving through the pre-match chaos.

“Hey, Hector,” I called softly, and he glanced up, his gaze softening when he saw me.

“Hey,” he said, forcing a small smile.

I stepped closer, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his arm. “You look like you’re carrying the whole team on your back already,” I joked lightly. “You’re going to do great, okay? Just remember why you love this game.”

He took a deep breath, his eyes searching mine. “I don’t know, Y/N,” he confessed. “This match feels… different. There’s so much at stake.”

“I know,” I replied gently. “But you’ve prepared for this. You’ve worked so hard, and you have the whole team behind you. You just need to trust yourself.”

Hector nodded, though his brow still creased with worry. “It’s just… there’s so much pressure.”

I squeezed his arm a little tighter and gave him a reassuring smile. “Take it one step at a time. I’ll be watching the whole time, cheering you on.”

He let out a breath, a hint of a smile finally tugging at the corners of his lips. “You always know how to calm me down,” he said quietly.

Then, he suddenly reached for the chain around his neck, unclasping the simple silver necklace he always wore. He held it out to me.

“Here,” he said, his voice a bit steadier now. “I can’t play with this on… and I want you to keep it safe for me.”

I took the necklace from his hand, feeling the weight of it against my palm. “I’ll put it in my bag—”

Before I could finish, Hector reached out, stopping me. “No,” he said, shaking his head with a soft smile. “I want you to wear it.”

He took the necklace and gently slipped it around my neck, fastening the clasp behind me. His fingers lingered for a moment at the nape of my neck, and I felt a warm flutter in my chest.

“There,” he murmured. “It looks good on you.”

I touched it lightly, feeling a little bashful under his gaze. “I’ll keep it safe,” I promised. “Now, go out there and show them what you’ve got.”

Hector nodded, his expression more relaxed than it had been before. “For you,” he said with a wink. “I’ll make sure I play my best.”

The match was electric, with the crowd roaring at every play. I watched anxiously from the stands, my fingers instinctively gripping Hector’s necklace whenever the tension on the pitch intensified.

Barcelona fought hard, and despite the pressure, Hector played with an undeniable fire, pushing himself at every turn.

As the final whistle blew, signaling Barcelona’s victory, the stadium erupted in cheers. I jumped to my feet, clapping and shouting along with the crowd.

The relief and pride on Hector’s face were clear as he ran towards me, his hair still damp with sweat.

I rushed down to the edge of the pitch to meet him, and he swept me into a tight hug. “You did it!” I exclaimed, pulling back to look at him, a wide grin on my face. “I knew you could.”

“It wasn’t just me,” he said, his voice breathless from the match. “But… having you here really helped.”

Before I could respond, a few of Hector’s teammates came jogging over, grinning widely. Gavi, was the first to notice the silver necklace still hanging around my neck.

“Oi, Y/N!” Gavi called out, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Isn’t that Hector’s necklace?”

I glanced down, realizing that I’d forgotten to take it off. “Uh, yeah, it is,” I replied, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Another player, Balde, raised an eyebrow, smirking as he exchanged a knowing glance with Gavi. “He gave you his good luck charm, huh?” he teased, nudging Hector playfully. “No wonder you played so well today.”

Hector rolled his eyes, though a faint blush colored his cheeks. “Oh, shut up,” he muttered, trying to sound annoyed, but his smile betrayed him.

“Are we going to see Y/N wearing it at every game now?” another teammate joked, causing the group to burst into laughter.

“Yeah, Hector, is this your new pre-match ritual?” Gavi continued, grinning at Hector’s flustered expression.

I laughed, shaking my head as I looked over at Hector, whose ears were turning a bit red. “I guess it worked, didn’t it?” I said playfully, reaching up to touch the necklace.

Hector gave a sheepish shrug, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Maybe it did,” he said softly, his gaze meeting mine again. “Guess you’re my lucky charm.”

The teasing from his teammates continued for a few more moments, but Hector didn’t seem to mind.

He glanced at me, a quiet warmth in his eyes, and I could tell that even amid all the joking, there was something genuine behind his gesture.

As the team dispersed to celebrate their victory, Hector leaned in closer, lowering his voice so only I could hear. “Thank you for being here,” he said, his tone sincere. “And for keeping me grounded.”

I smiled, reaching out to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll always be here, Hector,” I replied softly. “And I’ll keep your necklace safe… for whenever you need it.”

With one last glance at the silver hanging around my neck, Hector grinned. “I’ll need it back soon,” he said, his tone light. “But I kind of like it on you.”

[halfwayhearted]

Popular!Hector Fort x Nerdy!reader and she has to tutor him and he wont stop flirting with her and she’s like errr?? ykwim… lmk….

Show Me How — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: He doesn’t seem to be taking your tutoring seriously. And, truth be told, you don’t really seem to mind it at all in the end.

Word Count: 380+

Disclaimer/s — Some (?) flirting…, no use of Y/N, OOC Hector, I don’t know, and that’s it! *_*

A/N: I so didn’t follow this request through clearly, but I actually can’t write men flirting for the life of me so… hey…

You were absolutely convinced that he couldn’t take anything seriously, not even for a moment. When you asked him to solve the problem, he just stared blankly at the paper. Then, ever-so-slowly, he lifted his head and looked at you through his eyelashes, his brows furrowed in confusion and his lips pursed in a way that made it clear he was completely out of his depth.

“That’s okay,” you murmured softly, gently taking the pencil from his hands when you noticed he was just toying with it absentmindedly, your fingers brushing against his slightly. Okay, wow! “Maybe, look at it again, yeah? What do you see?”

The Fort boy hums, “Numbers.”

Well! “I—” He wasn’t wrong. “Well, yes… good. So, how would you find the antiderivative?”

“I don’t know,” he countered, leaning back in his chair and stretching, his hands moving to rest behind his head for just a split second. “Do you want to take a break? Intermission? You hungry?”

You refrain from letting out a sigh, “No, thanks.”

A small smirk slowly spreads across his lips as his head tilts, “You sure? I can make you something.”

“Well,” a long, silent moment passes, “I have to be home in a bit anyways, but thank you. We can continue this tomorrow? If you… if you want.”

“I don’t have your number.”

Oh! “I didn’t think you needed it.”

“I don’t.” The brunette shrugged, “But I want it.”

He wants it. Hector Fort, one of the star athletes and arguably the most well-known guy in school, wants to have your number. A prank, perchance?

Get a grip.

“Right, yeah, of course. So, you would want to continue this tomorrow or… something?”

Héctor nods his head, “Your number. Please.”

Right, right. “Oh! Sorry, let me see your phone?”

With a small hum, he leans forward and moves to grab his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and sliding it over for you to type it in.

Once again, your fingers brush against his, sending a shiver up your spine. You can’t help but let your gaze flicker up to meet his. His eyes, twinkling with a playful gleam, seem to draw you in, making the moment feel… planned.

As if he had orchestrated the movement, and you couldn’t help but feel glad that he did.

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DT(s) — @pedrilcvr ! ౨ৎ

[shitsndgiggs]

Can you write a fic for Hector's birthday where reader flies over to america to surprise him considering he is away on tour with barca rn? Ik his birthday was a couple of days ago 😭

HAPPY BIRTHDAY - HÉCTOR FORT

Surprising Héctor for his birthday

Héctor Fort x fem! reader

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Barcelona’s preseason tour in the U.S. was well underway, and while the team was focused on preparing for the upcoming season, there was one special occasion that couldn’t be overlooked—Hector’s birthday.

I knew how much he loved his birthday, but with the team overseas, I worried he might feel a bit lonely celebrating without his usual group of friends and family. That’s when the idea hit me: I’d fly to America and surprise him.

After a few weeks of secretive planning with some of his teammates, I finally landed in the States, excitement bubbling inside me.

I knew Hector had no clue what was about to happen, and I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.

The day of his birthday, the team had planned a small celebration after their morning training session. I was hidden away in a separate room at the hotel, waiting anxiously for the right moment to appear.

In the team’s dining room, Hector was completely unaware of what was in store.

As he finished his post-training shower and headed to the dining area, his teammates were already gathered around, grinning from ear to ear.

“Hey, birthday boy!” Frankie shouted as Hector entered the room.

The entire squad erupted in cheers and applause, making Hector chuckle and shake his head.

“Thanks, guys,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips as he took in the sight of a cake waiting on the table, covered in bright candles and decorated with the colors of Barcelona.

“Happy birthday, mate!” Lamine, one of his closest friends on the team said, clapping Hector on the back.

They gathered around as the team’s chef lit the candles, and everyone began to sing “Happy Birthday” at the top of their lungs. Hector stood there, taking it all in, his heart swelling with gratitude for the people around him.

After he blew out the candles, the team began to hand him small gifts they had picked up during their time in the States—a cap from New York, a quirky t-shirt, and a few other trinkets. Hector thanked each of them, laughing at some of the more humorous gifts.

As the laughter died down, Pedri cleared his throat, getting everyone’s attention. “Hector,” he said with a mischievous grin, “we’ve got one more gift for you. We know it’s something you really want.”

Hector raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? What is it?”

The teammate glanced over his shoulder toward the door, where I was waiting just out of sight. “Come on in,” he called, giving me the signal.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the room, my heart pounding with anticipation. The room fell silent for a split second as everyone watched Hector’s reaction.

He turned to see me standing there, and for a moment, he looked completely stunned. His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open slightly as he registered that I was actually there, in America, for his birthday.

“Y/N?” he said, disbelief and excitement mixing in his voice.

“Happy birthday, Hector,” I said, grinning widely as I crossed the room to him.

In an instant, he closed the distance between us, wrapping me in a tight embrace. The room filled with cheers and applause again, but all I could focus on was the feeling of Hector’s arms around me, holding me as if he never wanted to let go.

“You’re really here,” he murmured into my hair, his voice tinged with emotion.

“Of course I’m here,” I replied, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “I couldn’t miss your birthday, could I?”

He laughed softly, shaking his head in disbelief. “This is the best surprise ever. I can’t believe you did this.”

I smiled up at him, my heart swelling with affection. “Well, I had some help from your teammates,” I admitted, glancing around at the guys who were watching us with amused expressions.

Hector chuckled, finally letting me go but keeping one arm around my waist. “Thank you,” he said, addressing the room. “Seriously, this is amazing.”

One of the players grinned and gave a thumbs-up. “We knew she’d be the best gift. Figured you could use a little extra love today.”

Hector looked back at me, his eyes softening. “They were right,” he said quietly. “You’re the best gift I could’ve asked for.”

The team gave us a moment, drifting away to give us some privacy as they continued to enjoy the cake and the rest of the celebration. Hector turned his full attention to me, a smile still playing on his lips.

“So, how long are you staying?” he asked, his tone hopeful.

“I’m here for the rest of the tour,” I replied, watching as his face lit up with joy. “I thought we could spend some time together, you know, exploring the States when you’re not training.”

He pulled me closer, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “That sounds perfect. I’m so happy you’re here.”

I smiled, resting my head against his chest. “Happy birthday, Hector.”

[sports-on-sundays]

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."

[sports-on-sundays]

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."