#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.”

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

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

[n0vazsq]

Anything for you | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x gf!reader

summary . . . Asking Hector if he would kiss his ex to save your life turns into something much more heated than what you expected

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

word count . . . 1.6k+

warnings . . . kissing so fucking much

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . DIED writing this. literally started blushing anf got butterflies. ITS MY OWN WRTIING??? talk about narcissus no.2

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

. . . You leaned back against the couch, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips. You had to know, just had to know, what Hector would say to a question like this.

You casually tossed the question his way, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Would you kiss your ex to save my life?"

Hector froze, his brows furrowing as his gaze shifted to the side, clearly trying to process the question. He blinked a few times, almost like he was testing the words in his mind, as if trying to figure out if he’d heard you right.

"What kind of question is that?" Hector finally said, his voice thick with confusion and a hint of concern. "Why would you even ask me that?"

You couldn’t help but smile, watching his reaction as he mentally scrambled to find an answer. He leaned forward, eyes flicking back to you, but there was an almost comically anxious expression on his face.

You could practically see the wheels turning in his head, as though he was trying to figure out the best possible response to avoid any kind of disaster.

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly not sure how to respond to such an odd question.

"What question is that?" Hector scoffed, leaning back into the couch with a raised eyebrow. He shot you a playful look, but there was a slight edge of frustration in his voice. "You want me to kiss my ex? To save you? What, do I have to give up my dignity along with my kisses now?"

"It’s a hypothetical," you teased, resting your chin in your hand, genuinely curious about how he’d answer. "I mean, if it was really a life or death situation, would you do it? Kiss your ex to save me?"

You couldn’t help but laugh at how flustered he was. This was Hector, usually so confident, so cocky, yet here he was, stumbling over a simple hypothetical question.

"It’s just a what if," you teased, not letting up. "I mean, you would do it, right? If it meant saving my life?"

Hector’s face grew even more serious, as though you were asking him to solve a complex riddle instead of just throwing out a teasing question. His eyes flickered to the ceiling and back to you, and he let out a frustrated sigh.

"I don’t know! This is a loaded question, tesoro," he said, his voice sounding almost defeated, like he’d been given an impossible task. "I mean, it’s not like I want to kiss my ex. But you’re my girlfriend… I’d do anything for you. But it’s my ex, you know?"

You could barely hold back your laughter. Watching Hector struggle with the answer was honestly too entertaining. He was a man who always had an answer, a response, an opinion on everything, yet here he was, completely thrown off by a simple hypothetical.

"But you love me, right?" you pressed, smiling even wider now, enjoying the way he squirmed under your teasing gaze.

"Of course I do!" he shot back, raising his hands in exasperation. "I’d do anything for you! But kissing my ex…" He trailed off, visibly flustered. He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed by the thought. "I don’t know how to answer this without it sounding like I actually want to kiss her."

You laughed, feeling a little guilty for tormenting him, but honestly, his reactions were just too priceless. Hector was usually the one in control, always calm, collected, but here he was, as flustered as anyone could be.

"Okay, okay," you said, softening your tone. "What if you had to? Like, no other choice but to kiss her to save my life. No hesitation. Would you do it?"

Hector’s jaw clenched, and he looked like he was about to explode, torn between the two things he loved. You or the weird necessity of kissing his ex.

Finally, he let out a dramatic sigh. "I guess if it really was life or death… I'd kiss her. But that doesn’t mean I’d like it!" he said, his face scrunching up in distaste. "I’d probably feel like I need a shower afterward."

You leaned in, pecking him lightly on the lips. "That’s all I needed to hear," you said, your voice soft and teasing.

Hector’s eyes widened. "Wait what? You’re okay with that? I mean, I didn’t even-" He froze as realization dawned on him. "You just… you really threw me off with that question."

You laughed againn, shaking your head. "I was just messing with you. You’re so cute when you struggle with things like this."

Hector slouched back on the couch, looking both defeated and amused at the same time. "You’re evil," he muttered. "But I’d still kiss you a million times over, even if it meant facing my ex for the rest of my life."

You smiled, feeling a warm rush in your chest at his sincerity, despite the chaos of his answer. "I know you would. And I love you for it."

He sighed in relief. "Good. Because that was way more complicated than it should've been."

And as you nestled into his side, resting your head on his shoulder, you couldn't help but think that Hector's struggle to answer might just have been the most entertaining thing you'd ever seen.

"Hey." Hector said, voice breaking through the quiteness of the room.

"Yeah?"

"Do you what another answer would be?" You sat, now looking at him with full interest in your eyes.

His expression shifted, and suddenly, you could see the gears turning in his head. A smug grin began to spread across his face, his confidence coming back rapidly. He leaned in closer, eyes locking onto yours, and there was something dangerously playful in his gaze.

"Well, hermosa," he started, voice low and teasing, "I’m gonna show you who I would kiss to save your life."

Before you could respond, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing lightly over your cheeks, and then he leaned in, just a little too close. His lips were on yours before you could process what was happening.

This wasn’t a quick, innocent, simple kiss. No. It was deep, heated, and far more than what you had been expecting. His lips moved against yours with a sort of intensity that sent heat rushing to your cheeks.

His body leaned into yours, pressing you further into the couch, his kiss becoming more demanding, more urgent. The teasing grin that had been on his face only moments ago was now replaced by a focused determination, as if he was trying to prove a point.

You gasped when he pulled back slightly, but just enough to catch your breath, and your cheeks flared with heat. You were flushed from the kiss, completely breathless.

He smirked down at you, eyes glinting with mischief. "That’s what I’d do, mi amor," he said softly, his lips hovering just above yours, as though daring you to ask him to go further. "I’d kiss you like that and more… to save your life."

Your face burned with embarrassment, but there was no denying how good that kiss had felt. You couldn't even bring yourself to meet his eyes, suddenly feeling way too shy under his intense gaze.

His cocky, confident smirk only made it worse, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"Now, don’t go thinking I’d kiss just anyone like that," Hector teased, his voice playful but with a hint of sincerity behind it. "But for you? I’d go to any length, carino."

You tried to hide your smile, your heart pounding from the depth of the kiss and his words. The way he said it, so effortlessly cocky, yet so full of love for you, was enough to make your insides melt.

"Okay, okay," you muttered, still blushing furiously. "I get it. You’d kiss me to save me. But you didn’t have to go all out like that."

Hector laughed, leaning down to kiss your forehead gently, his hands still resting on your cheeks. "I’m not one for half measures, carino. You’re worth every bit of it. Anyting for you."

You couldn’t help but smile at him, your heart swelling with affection despite the embarrassment he’d caused. Hector might be cocky, but when it came down to it, you knew he’d always have your back, and your heart.

Then, he leans down again, his nose almost touching yours. You can feel his breath, hot against your ear, as his hands wrap around your waist.

You start blushing furiously, your heart racing, as Hector cups your cheeks with his hands, his smirk growing wider.

His thumb gently strokes your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His lips hover just inches from yours, eyes glinting with playful mischief.

You try to look away, but his gaze locks onto yours with such intensity that you can't help but melt.

"What, you think I'm done?" he teases softly, and before you can respond, his lips lean down to meet yours again, this time with even more hunger, his kiss claiming you as if he couldn’t wait any longer.

The heat of his kiss, his teasing touch, and the way he made you feel completely lost in him made it impossible to care about anything else in that moment.

God, you'd do anything for him.

[xopedri]

Hi, do you think you can do dating Hector Fort headcanons?

headcanons! ✦

dating hector fort.

✦ bf!hector definitely took a long time to get 100% comfortable with you, but now he feels like he can fully be himself around you!

✦ bf!hector has the BIGGEST soft spot for you; you can do no wrong in his eyes

✦ bf!hector is literally an idiot in love

✦ bf!hector will always plan the most unforgettable dates, whether it be a romantic trip to the mountains or a terrifying haunted house

✦ bf!hector isn’t really one for a lot of pda, so the second you guys are alone he has to shower you with love

✦ bf!hector loves to just be in your presence, it’s comforting to him

✦ bf!hector will stare at you for soooo long, just admiring you

✦ bf!hector will put his favorite picture of you as his phone wallpaper (and a bonus picture of you in his wallet)

✦ bf!hector is more than willing to listen to you yap for as long as possible

✦ bf!hector absolutely loves when you wear his jerseys in public

✦ bf!hector dislikes away games because he has to be away from you </3

✦ bf!hector will tell you you’re beautiful/hot/gorgeous etc. 100x a day, it’s kind of a problem…

✦ bf!hector is a LOVER!!

tysm for reading! all likes, reposts, and comments are welcome and very appreciated!!

[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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twitter:

—————————⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖————————-

@. hctorfrrt_ ✔️

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

Comments are restricted 🚫

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 !!

[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.

[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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please do a part two of es por ti if ur not busy!! and mayhaps in a specific situation where they get in an arguement and fem!reader talks to one of the guys and he recalls a moment where hector talked about you and it ends where hector’s freaking out and then reader is just like 🫂🫂🫂

thank u!! i love ur work btw 💝

Compartir — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a small argument with your boyfriend, you’re trying not to show you’re upset around him and his friends. Thankfully, one of his friends noticed and shared stories about Héctor talking about you. You weren’t so upset after that.

Word Count: 590+

Disclaimer/s — Mentions of an argument, just comfort/fluff.

A/N: HI, HI, HI. I LOVE YOU BAAAD, THANK YOU. AND. AND, Héctor Fort if you can hear me please. Please… save us 😭😭 Also, there’s no need to read Es Por Ti before this one, it can just be read as a oneshot! Whatever you want to do :3 !!!

It really wasn’t that hard to just… communicate. Was it? No! No it wasn’t. So you didn’t quite understand why Héctor couldn’t, especially when it involved him being injured. “It’s just a strain, I’m fine!” He’d say, but you’d still like to be aware.

Walking slightly behind him, you keep your gaze trained on his leg, just making sure there’s no limp. He told you there wasn’t… you didn’t listen.

The boy glances over his shoulder, lets out a sigh, and mutters your name, “What’re you doing?”

“Just—” you paused with a frown, “Does it hurt?”

“I told you it feels fine. If it didn’t, you know I’d tell you.” Just as you’re about to interject, he cuts you off, “But I didn’t mention it in the first place, right? I’m sorry I didn’t. It wasn’t really a big deal.”

Your frown only seems to deepen at the sight of him looking away from you to greet his friends. Pau is the first to say hi, and you smile, “Hi, Pau.”

Next is… oh, Pau—Pau Victor. He waves and says his hellos before turning his attention back to Héctor, who’s in the middle of asking questions about their recent match from three days ago.

All you did was stand there. What else could you do while they talked about football? Sure, you’d usually join in, but with you already being upset…

Right. Yeah. Maybe not… perhaps another day!

Feeling a nudge to your shoulder, you lifted your head to meet Cubarsí’s gaze. His eyebrows pinch together when you don’t immediately smile at him, which was weird. Then, he speaks, “Want to hear about what Héctor here did the other day?”

Your interest was piqued within the first three words: “Of course. What did he do this time?”

“We were in the locker rooms, right?” He started, and you nodded. “We saw he got a new water bottle and asked where he got it from. I guess us asking that question pushed a button in his mind, and suddenly he was talking our ear off about—”

“Hey—wait, what are you guys talking about?”

Sparing him a glance, you shoot him a small smile while looking back at Pau, who’s trying oh-so-hard to refrain from giggling. “He talked our ear off about you, saying that you got it for him and that it was probably better than any other water bottle he’s ever had.” In the midst of talking, Héctor swipes a hand to the back of his head, making the boy before you laugh and dodge him.

It definitely doesn’t stop him from continuing! “Did you know that even after he’s done talking about you, he’ll find a way to bring something up that still has something to do with you?”

Your boyfriend groans, “You’ve told her this, Pau.”

“Because it’s true.” He retorted with a shit-eating grin. “I’m sorry! It was way too good not to share.”

All he does is huff and roll his eyes, making you lean toward him. Your hand slides over his hips as you hug him loosely. “Didn’t know you liked talking about me so much. It’s flattering, really!”

“Uh-huh,” he grumbled. “Can you blame me?”

That elicits a smile to grace your lips, and you squeeze him one more time. “I guess not. No.”

Héctor hums, his arm moving to rest over your shoulders. You two stay like that, conversing with his friends and having a good time. It wasn’t how you thought it’d go… you were happy that it did.

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[halfwayhearted]

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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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 would you do? | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x reader

summary . . . After seeing it on Tiktok, you decide to try the 'What would you do?' trend on Hector

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

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . i wrote this a few hours ago but just started proofreading // editing rn so yeah thats why it took a while! also finding pics for the little moodboard legit takes me 293 centuries!!!! also im proofreading this at 1 am my timezone so if some phrases or sentences dont make sense just ignore it or comment so i can fix it!

taglist . . . @barcapix (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The soft hum of music filled the air, blending with the golden hues of the late afternoon sun streaming through Hector’s apartment windows.

The two of you were sprawled across his couch, limbs tangled under a worn throw blanket. Outside, the city bustled with life, but inside, the world felt quieter, softer. Just the two of you, alone.

Your phone rested on your lap, the screen open to TikTok, where you’d been scrolling aimlessly. A video caught your eye; it was of a girl teasing her boyfriend with the trend, 'What would you do if another guy did this to me?'

You glanced over at Hector, a mischievous smile forming on your lips. His focus was on the ceiling, eyes half closed as if he were lost in thought.

Typical Hector, always calm, always composed. It was moments like these that made you want to annoy him, just to see him open up a little.

You nudged him with your shoulder. "Hey."

He turned his head slightly, one eyebrow raised. "What 'Hey'?"

"I wanna try something."

That eyebrow quirked higher, suspicion obvious in his eyes. "That sentence never ends well."

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a grin. "Relax. It’s just a game."

He stretched, one arm draped lazily behind you on the back of the couch. "Alright. What kind of game are we talking about?"

You shifted, facing him fully."It’s this trend on TikTok. I ask you what you’d do if another guy did something to me."

He smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh, I see how it is. You wanna test me?"

"Maybe." You leaned closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. "You scared?"

He let out a low laugh. "Of you? Never."

You bit back a smile, then gently bumped his shoulder. "Okay, first question. What would you do if another guy did that?"

Hector tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. "Depends. Was it an accident, or should I be worried about this guy’s future?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "You’re so dramatic."

"Am I?" His eyes softened, but the hint of protectiveness lingered. "Try me again." He smirked, his arm now rubbing circles in your shoulder.

You looked around, pretending to think. "Alright, what if... he said I looked pretty?"

His smirk faded, replaced by something more serious. "I’d thank him for having good taste. And for not being a blind bat." He leaned in, his voice dropping a notch. "Then I’d ask if he’s lost."

You couldn’t help but laugh, the warmth in his voice making your heart beat faster. "You’re ridiculous."

Hector’s eyes never left yours. "You’re the one asking the questions."

You felt a blush creep up your neck, but you continued asking. "Okay, what if he tried to hold my hand?"

The playful glint disappeared. His jaw tightened, his fingers tapping against his knee, his other hand clutching your shoulder. "Then we’d have a... conversation."

You raised an eyebrow, trying to hide your smile. "A conversation?"

He leaned closer, his voice low and serious. "A very short one."

You burst into laughter, the image of Hector trying to intimidate someone in his calm way too much to handle. "You’re terrible."

He grinned, but there was a flicker of something more intense in his eyes, something that made your heart skip a beat. "Next question."

You took a breath, steadying yourself. "What if he brought me flowers?"

Hector’s gaze softened, but his expression stayed serious. "I’d buy you a bigger bouquet. And another one with thorns. For him."

You bit your lip, the protectiveness in his voice sending shivers down your spine. The room seemed to grow quieter, the playful conversation fading into something deeper.

You hesitated, then asked the question that had been lingering on your mind.

"What if..." You glanced down, your voice barely above a whisper. "What if he told me he liked me?"

The air shifted. Hector’s eyes locked onto yours, the teasing smile gone. He reached over, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered, his touch soft but deliberate.

"Then I’d make sure you knew how much I do."

Your breath caught, the weight of his words settling in your chest. The room felt smaller, the space between you charged with something unspoken. For once, you were the one flustered, the usual banter replaced by a quiet intensity.

"Hector..." You couldn’t find the words, your heart pounding in your ears.

He smiled, the corners of his lips softening. "Any other questions, or did I win the game?"

You shook your head, a laugh escaping despite the lump in your throat. "No more questions."

He leaned back, his arm slipping around your shoulders, pulling you closer. "Good. I like winning."

"I love you, you know that?"

You could feel Hector's breath near your ear, warm against your cool skin. His arm had now moved from your shoulder to your waist, gripping it tightly.

"I know that. And I love you too. More than anything." His voice was a tiny bit deeper, but boy, it made you go insane.

Hector's hand cupped your cheek, his touch gentle like the soft brush of a breeze against your skin. You could feel the warmth radiating off him, pulling you closer, as if the distance between you had never existed.

"I'll make sure every single guy knows you're mine, yeah?" His eyes locked onto yours, dark and intense, like they held a thousand unspoken words.

Then, slowly, his lips brushed against yours, hesitant at first, like the first raindrop on a parched earth.

You melted into him, the kiss deepening as he leaned in, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made your heart race, like a fire igniting in the cool night.

His fingers threaded through your hair, pulling you even closer, until there was no space left between you, and you felt as if the world had disappeared, leaving only the two of you.

"You're mine, mi hermosa amor."

"I know, Hector, I know. And I wouldn't want to have it any other way."

"Good, because I'm never letting you go away."

He said it with such sincerity that it made your heart melt in your chest. You looked up at him, eyes searching his face, looking for any trace of doubt. But there was none.

His gaze softened, and a gentle smile tugged at the corners of his lips, one that was all for you. It made your breath hitch.

The way he said it made you feel as though nothing else in the world mattered, like he had found his happiness in you and wouldn’t let go. But Hector did find his happiness in you, it was that you were too clueless to realise that.

You could see it in the way he looked at you, that quiet, deep affection, the kind that didn't need words to be understood.

You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling him tense slightly but then relax. The silence stretched out, comfortable and warm. Outside, the city continued on, but in that moment, it didn’t matter.

You already knew who’d won.

He always did.

[n0vazsq]

Forever, for you | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x gf!reader

summary . . . When Hector is a bit too clingy with you

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

word count . . . 896

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . why'd i write this so fast?? I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!

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

. . . It was one of those nights where the world seemed to disappear the moment you were wrapped up in each other’s arms. Hector had been a little quieter than usual, not in a bad way, just… more attached, more affectionate, more clingy.

You were both lying on the couch, his head resting in the crook of your neck, his body pressed so close to yours you could feel his heart beat syncing with yours. He was acting like he couldn’t get enough of you, and honestly, you didn’t mind one bit.

Hector shifted slightly, the warmth of his body making you melt even more than you already had. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, like he was trying to memorize your scent.

You ran your fingers through his hair, the soft strands slipping between your fingers as you let out a small sigh, your heart swelling with affection.

"You smell so good," he murmured against your skin, the words muffled but still clear. His breath was warm, sending a shiver down your spine as he kissed your neck gently, the softness of his lips leaving an imprint on your skin.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. "You’re being clingy tonight, huh?" you teased, though your voice was filled with fondness.

Hector pulled back just enough to look up at you, his eyes wide and almost pleading. There was something in them, something so full of adoration and longing that it made your heart flutter in your chest.

"Can’t help it," he whispered, his voice low and thick with emotion. "I just… need you. Want you. Don’t wanna let go of you."

He nuzzled his face back into the crook of your neck, pressing his lips there once more, his arms tightening around you like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go for even a second. His hold on you was possessive in the sweetest, most tender way.

"You don’t have to let go," you whispered, the heat of his body making you feel dizzy with affection. "I’m right here."

You felt him smile against your skin, his lips curling up in a satisfied grin. But even with that, his eyes never left you, always looking at you like you were the center of his world. It was overwhelming, in the best way possible.

"I love you so much," Hector murmured softly, his words sending a wave of warmth through your entire body. "I swear, I don’t ever want to leave your side."

You could feel the intensity of his words, the raw honesty behind them. It was like he was telling you that being with you was all he ever needed, that everything else could fade away as long as he had you in his arms.

"How can I resist when you look at me like that?" you whispered, your thumb brushing over his cheek as you tilted his face up to meet yours.

Hector looked at you with those wide, pleading eyes, like he was asking for permission, asking you to love him more than you already did. "Please kiss me," he said, his voice almost too quiet, like he was afraid you’d say no.

You smiled at him, your heart melting completely. "How can I say no to that face?"

His eyes sparkled with that same love-struck intensity as you leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a slow, deep kiss. Hector’s arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer, if that was even possible. The kiss deepened, slow and tender, full of all the affection he was trying to pour into you.

When you pulled back, both of you breathless and flushed, Hector didn’t let go. His forehead rested against yours, and his eyes searched yours like he was trying to find everything he needed in them.

"Don’t leave," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please. Stay here. I don’t wanna be anywhere else."

"I’m not going anywhere," you promised, running your fingers through his hair again, savoring the softness. "I’m right here, Hector."

His face softened at your words, and for a moment, he just stared at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. "I’m the luckiest guy alive," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "I get to have you."

You smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of his head as he burrowed into your chest, sighing with satisfaction. You could feel his smile against your skin, his body completely relaxed in your arms as if nothing else mattered.

"Can we stay like this forever?" Hector asked, his voice barely audible as he let out a sleepy sigh, his hands tracing the curve of your waist.

"Yeah, we can," you whispered back, your heart full of all the love you felt for him. "Forever, if you want."

Hector hummed softly, his grip tightening slightly as he snuggled even closer, his lips brushing against your skin again. "I want that. I really do. I'll stay like this forever. For you."

And in that moment, with him in your arms, you realized you wanted the same thing. No matter what, you would always stay together, wrapped up in each other’s warmth, the world outside forgotten.

You loved Hector so much, you wouldn't mind if he never let go.

[n0vazsq]

The distance between us | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x gf!reader

summary . . . When he lashes at you for being clingy, the distance between you starts to grow

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

word count . . . 1.3k+

warnings . . . angst all the way with a slight happy ending!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . died writing this omg like you dont understand </3 i hope you guys like it!! i had to add the happy ending for my wellness and health

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

. . . The stadium lights were dimming, their harsh glow fading into the quiet, empty night. The echoes of cheers and exctiment had long since disappeared, leaving only the ghost of a game that ended in heartbreak. Defeat hung heavy in the air, clinging to Hector's shoulders as if the weight of the loss was physically pressing him down.

You followed a few steps behind, heart tight with worry. His silence was like a wall, thick and impenetrable. You wanted to reach out, to offer the comfort you knew he needed but couldn’t ask for. The two of you had always been like this, attached together, finding peace in the quiet moments when words failed.

But tonight felt different. The loss had cut deep, and you could feel the anger brewing in him, barely contained.

"Hector," you called softly, your voice a gentle call. You touched his arm, the contact light, reassuring. "I’m here. You don’t have to carry this alone."

He flinched at your touch, pulling his arm away as if burned. When he turned to face you, his eyes were dark, stormy. "I don’t need your pity," he spat, each word sharp, laced with venom you’d never heard from him before. "Why are you always… always there? Clinging to me like I’m some lost cause. I just need space!"

The words hit like a slap, grabbing at the breath from your lungs. You blinked, the sting behind your eyes growing, but you refused to let the tears fall. "I’m not trying to pity you," you whispered, voice fragile, barely holding together. "I just… I wanted to help."

"Well, don’t," he snapped, the bitterness in his tone cutting deeper than any blade. "I don’t need you to fix me."

The silence that followed was deafening. You stood there, the air between you heavy, suffocating. He turned away, leaving you alone in the echoing corridor, the distance between you now a chasm.

Days blurred into weeks. You gave him the space he demanded, each step back like cutting away at a part of yourself. You stopped waiting for him after practice. Stopped sending the little texts you knew used to make him smile. Stopped reaching for his hand. Every piece of you that had once been open, giving, began to close off, brick by brick.

You became quieter. Smaller. Distant.

And Hector noticed.

It was in the way your laughter no longer reached your eyes. The way you sat on the opposite end of the couch, your body a careful distance from his. Conversations had grown hollow, filled with empty words and strained silences. You moved around him like a ghost, a faint echo of the person you had once been.

The realization dawned at him, harsh and unforgiving. He had wanted space, but now he felt the emptiness you left behind, a hollow ache that nothing could fill.

One night, the silence between you became unbearable. He watched you from across the room, your head bowed, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You seemed smaller, like you were collapising in on yourself.

"I…" Hector's voice was soft, almost hesitant. "I’ve been a jerk"

You looked up, surprise flickering across your face. "It’s fine," you said, but the words were empty, robotic.

"No, it’s not." He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration raw, unfiltered. "That night… after the game… I hurt you. I pushed you away when all you wanted was to help. I didn’t mean any of it."

You didn’t reply, your eyes fixed on the floor. The silence stretched out, heavy with everything left unsaid.

"The distance between us grew," he murmured, his voice fragile. It was true… it did. Like an endless ocean of unspoken words and quiet bitterness, and you didn't know how to find your way back to him.

You swallowed hard, your voice trembling. "I know. I felt it too… like we were drifting apart." Like you were caught in a current you couldn’t fight. And you're scared you won’t make it back to where you were.”

"I miss you," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I miss us." He reached for your hand, hesitating before his fingers brushed yours, afraid of how fragile the connection had become. "I hate that I made you feel like you had to disappear. I didn’t realize how much I needed you… until you weren’t there."

Your breath hitched, tears welling in your eyes, but you blinked them away. "I just wanted to be there for you," you said, your voice breaking. "I wanted to be your safe place. But you made me feel like I was too much. Like… I was a burden."

His heart shattered at your words, the weight of his mistakes crashing down on him. "You were never too much. You were the only thing that kept me grounded. I let the pressure get to me, and I took it out on you. The one person who never gave up on me."

Tears slipped down your cheeks, silent and unstoppable. "Do you know what it’s like to feel like you’re not enough? To be told you’re too much when all you wanted to do was love someone?"

Hector's grip on your hand tightened, his own eyes glistening. "I’m sorry," he whispered, voice thick with emotion. "I’m so sorry."

For a moment, the two of you just sat there, the silence between you no longer empty, but heavy with shared pain and fragile hope. He pulled you into his arms, holding you like a lifeline, his body shaking with the weight of everything he couldn’t say.

The world around you seemed to blur as Hector cupped your face, his touch gentle but desperate, as if he was afraid you might slip away. His eyes searched yours for a moment, the unspoken words between you hanging heavy in the air. Then, he leaned in, closing the distance, his lips taking yours in a kiss that was soft yet urgent, like a silent apology and a promise all at once.

The kiss deepened, slow and lingering, his thumb brushing your cheek, tracing away the remnants of tears. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a plea, a confession, and a quiet vow. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours, the space between you charged with fragile hope.

"I need you," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I need you more than I need anything else in this world. Please… don’t let me lose you."

You buried your face in his chest, the tears you had been holding back finally falling. "I don’t know how to go back to how we were," you admitted, your voice small.

"We’ll find a way," he promised, his voice filled with quiet desperation. "I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if I have to. Just… don’t leave me in this silence."

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his hand gently wiping away the tears from your cheeks. There was real sincerity in his gaze, a vulnerability that mirrored your own.

"We’ll be okay," you whispered, a small, fragile smile breaking through the sadness. "It’s not going to be easy, but… I want to try."

A flicker of hope ignited in his eyes, soft and warm. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, the silence between you now filled with something new, something healing.

Hector pulled you into a kiss again, his fingers stroking your cheek, the other finding your waist. The tears that were once fighting to spill finally dried, leaving your face dry once again.

In that moment, the broken pieces didn’t feel so sharp. The wounds were still there, but so was the promise of something better. Together, you could rebuild. Piece by piece.

You knew you couldn't ever leave him.

Hector was the love of your life.

[n0vazsq]

Breathless | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x gf!reader

summary . . . Doing the 'a boy who's jacked and kind' trend with your boyfriend, Hector

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

word count . . . 580

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . im so sorry if this is shit because i literally just was not in the mood to write anymore

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

. . . The sunlight streamed through the window, creating that perfect golden glow, and Hector was getting increasingly annoyed by how much he couldn’t focus on a single thing. That’s when you saw the TikTok, the 'boy who's jacked and kind' trend. Your eyes basically lit up as you got the idea of doing it with Hector.

A smile crept onto your lips as you showed it to him. "We should do this. You’d be perfect."

Hector raised an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes playfully. "Oh, really? You think I’m strong enough for it?"

"Well, you could lift me with one arm," you teased, nudging his arm.

He grinned, already getting up from the couch. "I’ve been waiting for the right moment to show off my muscles anyway."

You rolled your eyes, but the truth was, you loved how effortlessly sweet Hector was. He never tried to show off, yet his kindness and strength were impossible to ignore. "Alright, I’ll let you flex or whatever, but if you drop me, I’m blaming you."

Hector snorted, walking over to grab his phone and set it up for the video. "Don’t worry, I’ve got you."

You positioned yourself in front of him, ready for the challenge. "Just don’t get all sappy on me."

His grin widened. "Sappy is my middle name, hermosa."

You set the phone up, making sure to get the right angle, before going back to stand in front of Hector

And with that, Hector scooped you up, lifting you so easily that it felt like you weighed nothing at all. Your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck as he grinned up at you. "See? Easy."

You smirked, eyes glinting. "Yeah, you’ve definitely got this."

As the video ended, he dropped you down and went to get the phone.

He turned his head, looking at you with that soft, loving gaze that always made your heart skip a beat. "Ready for the kiss?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

You gave him a confused look, and before you could open your mouth, Hector leaned in, kissing you slowly and tenderly. The softness of the kiss contrasted with his strong, solid hold on you. You couldn’t help but melt into him, the whole world fading away as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss until you were both gasping for a breath.

When he pulled away for a brief second, breathless from the kiss, and Hector’s grin was practically glowing. "Guess that’s one way to do the trend."

Before you could even respond, Hector pulled you in again, kissing you with that intensity that left you dizzy. His hands gently cradled your face, like he was trying to memorize every moment, and you couldn’t help but smile against his lips, feeling completely safe in his embrace.

When the kiss ended, Hector carefully set you back down on the ground, still holding onto you by the waist. You looked up at him, grinning from ear to ear. "I think this is definitely going viral," you said with a wink.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you for one last hug. "I don’t need the internet to know you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me," Hector said softly.

"Aw, you’re such a dork." You playfully pushed him away, but your heart melted from how genuinely sweet he was.

With one final, lingering kiss, you stopped to look at the video again. You looked at it, laughing at how perfect the footage turned out.

[n0vazsq]

Immortal | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x gf!reader

summary . . . Taking care of sick Hector was ....something, especially when he admits that he's not used to it

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

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . sick hector </3

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . i was thinking of myself nearly dead while i was sick so this is accurate yk yk <33 the coil thing was a physics spring extension refrence LMAO

taglist . . . @barcapix (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . Hector wasn’t one to admit weakness. Even as the slight shivers wrecked his body and his voice felt scratchy, he insisted it was just a cold. No big deal. But when his legs almost gave out from underneath him during training, you weren’t buying it.

You saw it coming. He’d been quieter than usual all morning, his focus slipping like sand through clenched fingers. His face, normally flushed with energy, was pale, eyes shadowed with tiredness.

Every movement looked like it took double the effort, as if he were wading through quicksand. Still, he pushed through drills, ignoring the sweat dripping down his face; not from exertion, but fever.

You’d been through it before, often being the one who caught whatever cold or virus was going around. Hector had taken care of you more times than you could count. Bringing you tea when you couldn’t get out of bed, forcing you to rest even when you fought it, making sure you didn’t try to push through things when you were running a fever.

You’d always felt guilty for relying on him so much, but he never seemed to mind. It was like he had a sixth sense when it came to taking care of you.

Now, the tables had turned.

When his knees wobbled and his balance faltered during a simple pass, you caught his arm, steadying him before he could hit the ground.

"You’re done for the day," you said firmly, staring into his glassy eyes.

He shot you a glare, more pout than protest. "I’m fine."

"No, you’re stubborn, not fine," you replied, not letting go. His skin was burning under your touch, like a fire barely contained. "Come on. You’re not staying out here."

He grumbled something incomprehensible under his breath, too exhausted to argue properly. You half dragged, half walked him back to the locker room, then down the quiet hall to his room. His steps were sluggish, his breathing shallow, each one a struggle like climbing a mountain. He leaned on you more than he probably realized.

Once inside, you guided him to sit on the edge of his bed. Before he could protest, you grabbed the nearest blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders. He tried to pull away, but even that took too much effort. He looked at you with soft, tired eyes, eyes that usually sparked with trouble or determination. Now, they were just worn.

"Don’t look at me like that," you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"Like what?" he muttered, voice hoarse.

“Like you’re miserable.”

A weak laugh escaped him, more of a breath than a sound. "I’m not… miserable."

"No," you agreed, sitting down beside him. "Just bad at taking care of yourself."

He leaned back against the headboard, eyes half closed, as if the weight of the world rested on his eyelids. "Didn’t want to skip training.”

"You should’ve. You’re not going to impress anyone by collapsing on the field. You act like you're immortal."

His lips twitched into a small, almost invisible smirk. "Maybe I was trying to impress you."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but feel your heart beat faster and warmth spread through your chest, like the first rays of sunlight after a storm. "You’ve already done that. Now let me take care of you, for once."

He didn’t argue this time. The silence stretched, comfortable and heavy with unspoken words. You pressed the back of your hand to his forehead. "Hector, you’re burning."

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch without meaning to. "It’ll pass."

You stood up, rummaging through his small stash of supplies. "You need water and something for the fever."

He barely reacted, too worn down by whatever virus had taken control. You found a bottle of water and some medicine, sitting back beside him. "Here. Drink."

He took the bottle without protest, sipping slowly. His hands trembled slightly, so you held them, steadying it for him.

"Thanks," he mumbled, voice softer now.

You watched him carefully. His usual walls were down, stripped away by exhaustion and fever. His eyes were dim, like a candle fighting against the wind, the warmth they once held barely a flicker now. He was vulnerable in a way you’d never seen before, and it hit you just how much he trusted you to see him like this.

"You don’t have to thank me," you said gently. "That’s what I'm here are for."

For a moment, there was silence. Then, in a voice almost too quiet to hear, he whispered, "I’m not… used to this."

"Being sick?"

"No. Letting someone… help."

Your heart clenched. You knew Hector was stubborn, but hearing him say it hit different. He was always the one others leaned on, never the other way around. Seeing him like this, letting himself lean on you, felt like something sacred.

"You don’t always have to be the strong one," you said softly. "It’s okay to need someone."

He didn’t respond, but his eyes met yours, something unspoken passing between you. Gratitude. Trust. Maybe something deeper.

You stayed with him as the afternoon wore on. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and his occasional, raspy coughs. You talked about everything and anything. Training issues, favorite matches, old stories that made him smile, even if just a little.

At some point, he drifted off, his head resting against your shoulder. His breathing evened out, the tension in his body easing, like a tightly coiled spring finally releasing. You stayed still, not wanting to wake him, even as your arm started to go numb.

As the room settled into a peaceful quiet, you couldn’t help but feel a shift in the air. You watched him for a moment, his exhaustion still evident, but there was something else, something unspoken between the two of you.

You leaned in slightly, your breath catching for a moment as you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering just a little longer than you expected.

"I love you," you whispered, voice barely a breath against his skin.

His eyes fluttered open for a moment, meeting yours with something unreadable. You felt your heart race, unsure if he’d heard you or if the fever had made him too drowsy to respond. But before you could pull away, he reached up, his hand gently touching your cheek, his fingers warm despite the coldness of his fever.

"I love you too," he said, his voice quiet but sincere, like a promise in the stillness of the room. Then, with a soft exhale, he closed his eyes again, the weight of sleep finally taking over.

You smiled faintly, admiring his sleeping face. And then you couldn't help but brush your fingers through his hair, exhaling slightly. Hector leaned into your touch, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Slowly, you shifted and kissed his temple, then rested your head on top of his. His hand found yours, even when he was asleep, as if it was reflex. You squeezed it once, reassuring him that you were still there.

When he woke up a while later, he looked better, still tired, but more himself. "You stayed?"

"Of course I did."

He looked at you for a long moment, something soft and unguarded in his gaze. "Thank you."

And this time, you knew he didn’t just mean for the water or the blanket.

He meant for being there. For seeing him. For staying. For loving him like no one else did.