#hector fort comfort

[httpsdana]

you could do one where the reader is someone who doesn't like physical contact and héctor is very clingy so he's insecure about it.

Too Much~Hector Fort

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It was hard for Hector not to reach out for y/n every time they were together. His fingers seemed to naturally gravitate toward hers, desperate for even the smallest touch. But she never seemed to welcome it. The way she'd subtly pull away or shift to create more space between them started to weigh on him.

At first, he thought it was just how she was, more reserved when it came to physical affection, but over time, that understanding turned into a gnawing insecurity.

Today was no different. They were both sitting on the couch, a movie playing in the background. Hector had his arm resting behind y/n, his body close enough to feel her warmth, but not close enough to touch. His fingers itched to rest against her shoulder, to stroke her hair, anything to bridge the gap between them. But he stayed still, the fear of making y/n uncomfortable freezing him in place.

“Are you enjoying the movie?” y/n asked, turning to look at him.

Hector forced a smile. “Yeah, it's good.” he murmured

But it wasn’t. His mind wasn’t on the movie. It was on her, on the space between them, on the tension that had been slowly building in his chest. He wondered if it was his fault, if he was too much. Was he suffocating her with his need for closeness? Was he doing something wrong?

Later, as the movie ended and y/n got up to stretch, Hector bit the inside of his cheek, hesitating. He wanted to tell her what was on his mind, but the words felt stuck, trapped behind the weight of his insecurity.

y/n noticed his quietness, but she was used to that. Hector wasn’t always vocal about his thoughts, but something about the way his shoulders slumped today felt off.

“You okay?” she asked softly, moving a bit closer to him.

His eyes flickered up to hers before he looked away, as if afraid she'd see the vulnerability in them.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” he said, his voice barely audible

That answer didn't sit right with y/n.

“You don’t seem fine.” she said

He hesitated, the conflict visible in his expression. After a moment, he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Do I… do I make you uncomfortable?” he said

Her brow furrowed confused.

“What do you mean?” she asked

“When I try to be close to you… like, physically,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I feel like you pull away. Like maybe I’m too clingy or something.”

The hurt in his voice made hrr heart sink. She never meant to make him feel like that. “Hector, no—” she started but got interrupted by him

“I just… I don’t know. I’ve always liked being close to you, but I feel like you don’t like it. And maybe that’s just how you are, but it makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong.” he said, his voice weak and unstable

His words hung heavy in the air, and y/n realized just how deeply this had been bothering him. He was always so affectionate, always looking for little moments to be near her, and in her attempt to give him space, she hadn’t noticed the way he was shrinking into himself.

“Hector…” su said softly, sitting beside him again, closer this time. “You’re not doing anything wrong.”

He didn’t look convinced, his eyes downcast as he fiddled with his fingers, a nervous habit y/n hadn’t seen in a while. “Then why do you pull away? Why don’t you… I don’t know, why don’t you want to be close to me like that?”

y/n took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “It’s not that I don’t want to be close to you. I do. I just… I’m not used to being that way. I’ve never been the kind of person who’s comfortable with a lot of physical affection, but it doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.” she said, reassuring him

His eyes lifted slightly, as if hoping for reassurance.

“I care about you so much,” she continued. “And I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t want to be close to you. It’s not you—it’s me, and I know that sounds cliché, but it’s true. I’m still learning how to be more open with that kind of affection.”

Hector remained quiet for a moment, processing her words. “So… you don’t hate it when I try to hold your hand or hug you?”

y/n shook her head. “No. I don’t hate it. I think I’ve just been too in my own head about it, worrying that I wouldn’t be good at it, or that you’d think I was awkward.”

His lips twitched into a small smile. “You? Awkward? Never.”

She laughed slighty, the sound lightening the heavy atmosphere between them.

“I’m serious! But I promise, I’ll try harder. I’ll try to meet you halfway, because I want to make you feel loved.” she said, her voice serious but soft

Hector’s eyes softened at her words, and for the first time that evening, he allowed himself to reach out, gently taking her hand in his. “That’s all I needed to hear.” he mumbled

y/n smiled, her fingers intertwining with his. It felt a little strange at first—being the one to hold on—but it wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, it felt nice. His hand was warm, steady, and she realized how much she had been missing out on by keeping her distance.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t want this,” she said quietly, squeezing his hand. “I didn’t realize how much it was hurting you.”

He shook his head, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “You don’t have to apologize. I just… I just didn’t want to push you away by being too much.”

“You’re not too much,” she said firmly, her gaze meeting his. “You’re exactly what I need. I just didn’t realize it until now.”

The vulnerability in his expression faded, replaced by something softer, warmer. He leaned in slightly, his forehead resting against hers, and for the first time in a long while, she didn’t pull away. She let him close the distance, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath as he held her gently, as if afraid she might slip away if he wasn’t careful.

“I love you,” he whispered against her skin, the words so soft, they were almost lost in the quiet of the room.

Her heart swelled with affection, and this time, she didn’t hesitate to say it back.

“I love you too, Hector.” she murmured back

[zombvic]

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

PLUS ONE (hector garcía fort x reader)

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

face claim : no-one

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

pairings : hector fort x reader , angst

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He got up and walked around the room. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's genuienly too much."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[emmylksblog]

THE WEDDING RING // H. FORT

summary: reader lost her wedding ring and tries to hide it from her husband

contents: angst, comfort

warnings: my first time ever writing so be patient with grammar errors

a/n: idk if this is good but if you want part 2 tell me in the comments and if you like my writing feel free to request, i only write about hector fort and some barcelona players

You were sitting on the couch, looking through a pile of cushions and under the couch cushions, clearly stressed and worried. You quickly put everything back in place as you hear the front door open and your dear husband who you didn´t want to see now walks in, home from training.

"Love, I'm home!"

Trying to act casual you get up and greet him with a kiss on his cheek "Oh, hey! I didn't expect you home so early." You stand up quickly and try to hide the fact that you were just frantically looking for your wedding ring something.

Clearly, something was bothering her for her to be acting this way, he'd never seen her like this before and they had been living together for 2 years, he considered it a long time to know her well enough and to notice so easily her changes in mood.

Hector left his training bag on the couch and approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close against his chest. He nuzzled his face into your hair, inhaling deeply. "I know you've been worried about something," he murmured, his voice low and soft. "You don't have to say anything yet, I'll wait till you're ready to talk about it."

You turned in his embrace and playfully mock-scrunches your nose at him. "Ugh, you smell terrible!" you exclaimed jokingly. "Did you roll around in mud after training or something?" Hector chuckled and feigned offense. "Hey, I'll have you know, this is the smell of a real man." He joked back. You smiled and pushed him playfully. "Well, this real man needs to go take a shower. I'll start making dinner."

As he left to shower, you went to the kitchen to start preparing the meal. You tried to keep your mind occupied, but the thought of the lost ring kept nagging at you. You knew you had to tell Hector, but you were worried about how he would react.

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Your husband walks back into the room, towel around his neck and hair still damp. He sits down at the table and watches as you quickly finish setting everything up.

As you turn around to join him, you immediately notice his damp hair and can't help but nag. "You should really dry your hair properly. You'll catch a cold like this." Hector grins, clearly amused by your concern. "But I only like it when you dry it for me," he teases, reaching out to pinch your cheek.

You swat his hand away, giggling at his playful banter. "You're such a baby," you tease, "training must have gone well for you to be this cheeky."

Hector chuckled at your comment, knowing that you knew him too well. "It went pretty good," he said, "We did some endurance drills today and I managed to run a few miles faster than usual. The guys were in awe of my speed, as always." He said jokingly, flexing his muscles in a mocking display of pride.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his antics. "You're insufferable, you know that?" you said, trying to bite back a smile. "Always bragging about how fast and strong you are."

They continued eating and the conversation slowly died down to a comfortable silence. Hector was oblivious to her inner turmoil, relishing the peace that came with the meal. She, on the other hand, was eating silently, lost in her own thoughts.

Occasionally, she would glance at her left hand, silently panicking over the missing ring on her finger. She wondered how Hector hadn't noticed yet, but his focus seemed to be on his food.

Hector casually asks her to pass him a napkin, and she does so without thinking, using her left hand since it's closer. As he takes the napkin, he subconsciously takes hold of her hand, his eyes darting to her ring finger. His smile fades as he realizes – her wedding ring is missing.

"Where's your ring?" he asks, his voice calm, yet tinged with confusion.

You quickly withdraw your hand from his, feeling the weight of guilt and nervousness. Trying to come up with an excuse, you mumble something about how you must have forgotten to put it on this morning. However, the excuse is flimsy and Hector immediately sees through it. "You never forget to put it on," he says, his expression serious now. "What's really going on?"

Hector's gaze is unwavering, the silence in the room nearly palpable. As you try to muster up the words to explain, tears well up in your eyes. The weight of the truth and the stress of the day finally catch up to you. You try to speak, but all that comes out is a choked sob. You can't bring yourself to tell him you lost the ring, even though his gaze demands the truth.

Hector's tough exterior softens instantly as he sees you struggling to speak through your tears. He gently pulls you into his arms, holding you against him.

"Shhh..." he murmured, his voice gentle. "It's okay, I'm not mad, just tell me what happened."

You bury your face into his shoulder, your words coming out in a teary mumble. "I... I was searching for it before you came," you said, "I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find it. I'm so sorry... I'm such a horrible wife. You shouldn't have married someone like me..."

He holds you tighter, his embrace comforting and protective. "No, no," he whispered, "Don't say that. You're not a bad wife because you lost something, accidents happen."

He pulled back slightly, gently lifting your chin to meet his gaze. "I married you because I love you, for everything that you are. And a ring doesn´t define our love"

Hector softly kisses your forehead, holding you close against him. You remain like that for a while, cuddled up on the couch, taking comfort in each other's presence. Gradually, your exhaustion catches up to you, and drift off to sleep in the embrace of your husband, your head resting on his chest.

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[insidekatmind]

Argument-Hector Fort

Request: yes!

You're in your room, arms crossed as you stare at Hector with a look full of frustration. Your breath comes in uneven puffs, and he's no different. His usually soft blue eyes are now clouded with anger, his jaw clenched.

"You just don’t get it, do you?" you snap, your voice thick with emotion. "It’s not just about this! It’s about how you make me feel!"

Hector runs a hand through his blonde hair, exasperated. "And what am I supposed to do, Y/N? Tell me! Because no matter what I do, it never seems like it’s enough for you!"

His words hit you in the chest, and you clench your fists at your sides. "It’s not about doing enough, Hector. It’s about understanding me. About seeing me. And sometimes, it feels like you’re too caught up in yourself to do that."

He shakes his head, his breathing heavy. "That’s not true, and you know it. I care about you more than anything. But it feels like every time I try to show you, you find a reason to doubt me."

You bite your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. The tension between you two is palpable, electric. Every word is like a spark that could ignite everything. Hector stares at you intensely, his chest rising and falling quickly.

"Tell me you don’t love me anymore, and I’ll leave," he whispers, his voice thin.

Your breath catches. The world seems to stop for a moment. The mere thought of not having him by your side feels like someone has taken the air from your lungs. But your pride keeps you frozen, staring at him, unable to say anything.

He steps forward, closing the gap between you. His scent surrounds you, familiar and comforting, but the tension doesn’t loosen. He looks at you, desperately searching for an answer in your eyes. And then, suddenly, he breaks every barrier.

His lips crash onto yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. It’s a kiss full of anger, desperation, saying everything that words can’t express. His hands grab your waist tightly, as if he's afraid you’ll slip away. You respond with the same fervor, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

The kiss grows deeper, and all the built-up tension turns into a burning desire. Your bodies press together, emotions swirling in an uncontrollable vortex. When you break apart, both of you gasping for air, Hector rests his forehead against yours, his eyes burning into yours.

"Don’t ever make me think you might not want me," he murmurs, his voice rough.

You shake your head, finally letting go of your pride. "I want you. Always."

Hector smiles faintly, his thumb brushing your cheek softly. "Then let’s stop fighting over stupid things."

You nod, and this time, it’s you who kisses him, more gently, letting love take the place of the anger. The kiss lingered in the air, a soft and intimate moment finally broken by Hector's quiet chuckle as your foreheads touch. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice tinged, as usual, with a trace of his thick spanish accent.

You smile softly, kissing his jaw. "I already forgave you baby". He lets out a soft sigh, tilting his head to one side at your kiss, enjoying the tender moment after the argument. "You forgive me too easily," he mutters, a slight teasing in his voice.

You playfully roll your eyes and gently swat his chest, your fingers lingering on his chest a little while longer before pulling away. "Shut up," you respond, your tone light-hearted. "You know I can't stay mad at you for long."

Hector grins, his hand sliding to your hip, giving it a light squeeze. "I know, I know. You're too sweet for your own good." He leans in, brushing his nose against yours. "And I'm lucky to get away with so much."

You let out a soft laugh, your hands moving to rest on his shoulders, fingers tracing light patterns. "You're just a big charmer, and you know it," you say, your voice just above a whisper, the words almost lost in the small gap between your lips.

Hector's grin widens as he moves closer, pressing his body fully against yours. His hand moves to the small of your back, pulling you in even closer. "Well, I can't help it if I'm naturally charming," he teases, his other hand finding its way to your waist, his touch gentle but possessive.

Hector kisses your neck softly, nibbling it. You let out a soft sigh of pleasure as Hector's lips graze your neck, the gentle nibbles sending chills down your spine. Your fingers grip his shoulders tighter instinctively, your body reacting to his touch."Hector," you whisper, both a plea and a warning.

He smirks against your skin, aware of the effect he has on you. "Yes, cariño?" he responds, his lips continuing to explore your neck, moving up to your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin.

Your breath hitches at the nickname, his voice sending fresh sparks of desire through you. "Stop teasing me," you manage to say, your voice shaky but filled with want.

Hector chuckles in amusement and squeezes your ass. "Darling, I don't want to tease you, I just want to make it up to you" he murmurs, playfully nibbling your earlobe. Your breath catches in your throat as his hand squeezes your ass. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, a mixture of desire and mock indignation. "Oh, really?" you respond, your voice betraying your growing arousal. "And how exactly do you plan to make it up to me?"

He grins against your skin, his hand moving lower, gently massaging your ass. "Oh, trust me, cariño, I have a few ideas," he replies, his voice low and sensual. Hector's other hand slips under your t-shirt, his fingers brushing against your bare skin, sending another shiver down your spine.

You had a long day ahead of you.

[sainzzsturns]

could you write hector looking after drunk reader

drunkie

H. Fort x reader

category: fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oh héctor stop!” you said blushing.

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

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

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

he got comfortable and laid down beside you also.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[pedriache]

hector fort who loves teasing reader over anything and everything! they can b already dating or just friends ^_^

Lucky for you — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: An ice cream hang out with your best friend that turns into something much more, with a side of teasing.

Word count: 900

Disclaimer/s: fluff + teasing via Héctor!

A/N: i don’t even want to talk abt how i’ve had this in my drafts since August..

The summer heat wrapped around your body comfortably. You wore a pink summer dress that gave you just enough cover without making you sweat uncontrollably. A bonus was the ice cream that kept your mouth and hands cold, further lessening your body temperature.

Across the table from you sat Héctor, your best friend. He had the day off and you two hadn’t seen each other a lot recently, so he figured it’d be a good day to take you out in the city.

You met at your favorite ice cream parlor that had a balcony overlooking the ocean. Héctor was in the middle of telling you something Lamine had told him at practice, adorning a wide smile that reached his eyes as he laughed.

You could hardly comprehend what he was telling you, if you were being completely honest. Somehow, your attention span had disappeared, your soul focus being on Héctor’s smile.

The teen noticed the second you’d fallen into a daze. You’d went from complete sentences, to simple hums, nods, and two worded responses. His lips pull into a teasing smile, “and then I bought an elephant and rode it off into the sunset.”

You hum, nodding your head slowly, then you blink. Wait, huh? “What?” Your spoon clangs into the near empty bowl of ice cream.

“Am I that handsome you just opt out of listening to a very interesting story?” He quirks an eyebrow. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I do not mind at all.”

Exhaling slowly, you roll your eyes. “Shut up. I was just thinking.” Wow! Very convincing. Even you didn’t believe that would throw him off.

“About me, obviously.” Héctor grins. “Or, what else could you possibly be thinking about? Hm?”

Your tongue darts out to chase your lips, tasting the excess ice cream on it. “No. I was thinking about…” You trail off, brain suddenly blank of excuses. “Why don’t you go ahead and shove your mouth full of ice cream and leave me alone, sound good?”

Héctor tsk’s, his tongue clicking against the top of his mouth. “Nuh-uh! Come on, admit it, you were admiring how good I look.”

Suddenly, the heat of the summer sun was getting to you. Your face flushes red, your hands grow clammy. Definitely the sun, not what your best friend had just said. It was totally the suns fault. “You’re insufferable. Remind me why i’m friends with you?”

The curly haired boy cocks his head to the side, “i’ve been wondering the same thing.” He is quick to add, “why we’re just friends, that is.”

Ohhhh…

Oh that got you.

“Very funny.” You stutter out, “so! Ice cream? How is it?” That had to be the most pathetic attempt at saving yourself.

Héctor’s face grows a bit more serious, though it was still full of humor. “Quit deflecting. I’m serious! Why are we friends, just friends?”

In that moment, your ice cream became the most interesting thing in the world. You play with the melting ice cream nervously. “Héctor…” You sigh, “don’t say things like that.”

Héctor leans back on the cushioned seat, “why not? Are you trying to say you don’t like me?” He knew you did. It’s not like you weren’t (unfortunately) very obvious.

“That’s not—“ Your lips pull into a thin line, “are you teasing me again?”

“I’m dead serious! I wouldn’t tease you about this.. well, I would, but i’m not right now.” He swears, holding one hand to his heart and one in the air, “on my whole football career.”

Your gaze finally flickers back up to the boy, eyebrows lifting curiously. “You’re serious about this?”

“Very.” He nods, “so?”

You take a deep breath, pushing the glass ice cream bowl away from your hands so you could clasp them together. “Fine. Sure, Héctor. There is like, a possibility that it’s true. Of course, that is if there’s also a possibility—“

“Oh, I do. No questioning.” He was straight forward, eyes flickering across your face as his lips twitch into a smirk.

Suppressing a smile, you laugh lightly. “Okay, straight to the point… well, now what?” You lean toward the table, head rolling to the side with a lifted eyebrow.

“Well, I propose the next time we go out for ice cream, we label it a date. Not just a.. what do we call this?” His forehead creases as he motions between the two of you.

You tap your chin, thinking for a moment. “Well, a hang out, idiot.” You laugh, “as friend’s usually do.”

“And we aren’t friends anymore, so next time it’s a date.” He smiles, sitting up straight in his seat. “We could always go somewhere nicer, if you want.”

“I like our simplicity.” You shrug, “so I prefer it that way. No big things, wait—“ You point a finger up, “don’t believe that’s how i’m going to feel when we’re dating. I expect big things from you, Mr.Fort.”

Héctor chuckles, his head shaking as the laughter flows from his lips. You were so glad you could enjoy that sound without having to attempt to hide it. “I would never imagine doing anything but big things for you.”

Your knees felt weak. He was making you so giddy, you couldn’t help the wide smile that lifted your entire face. “Good.” That’s all you could even say, you were in such a happy daze.

“Good.” He hums, nodding his head with a smile that matched yours, if not bigger.

Likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. Feel free to ask for tags in any of my future posts, all or specific ones <3

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[n0vazsq]

Close to me | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x gf!reader

summary . . . When someone attacks you while you're out with Hector, he doesn't think twice about defending you

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

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . this legit might be one of my fav fics ive ever written. anon ilysm pls dont stop with these amazing ideas

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

. . . The streets outside the venue had become a catastrophic warzone of flashing cameras, pushing bodies, and shouting voices. The crowd surged like a tidal wave, making it nearly impossible to move.

Hector’s hand had a firm grip on yours, his fingers wrapped protectively around yours as he navigated through the swarm.

"Stay close to me," he muttered, his voice rough but steady. He pulled you tighter to his side, his broad shoulders blocking some of the relentless paparazzi who pushed in closer with every step.

The questions and shouts came fast, punctuated by the endless bursts of camera flashes.

"Hector! Look this way!"

"Who’s the girl? Is this serious?"

"Over here! Are you engaged?"

You flinched at the invasive questions, ducking slightly as someone thrust a microphone too close for comfort. Hector noticed immediately.

His hand slid from yours to your waist, his body shifting in front of yours like a shield. His dark eyes burned with irritation, his jaw clenched so tightly it could’ve cracked under the pressure.

"She’s not answering any questions," he snapped, his voice like a blade cutting through the noise. "Leave her alone!"

The crowd only grew more aggressive, sensing the tension as an opportunity to stir more drama. They surged closer, the air thick with shouts and shoves. And then, just as you thought it couldn’t get worse, you felt it; a hand grabbing your arm, pulling you back with startling force.

You gasped, stumbling as your balance wavered. The touch wasn’t rough, but it was unwelcome and jarring, panic instantly flaring in your chest.

"Hey! Let me go!" you cried out, struggling to twist free.

Hector’s reaction was immediate, instinctual, and furious. He whipped around, his eyes locking onto the man who had grabbed you. In an instant, the calm, collected Hector you knew was gone. Replaced by someone seething with protective rage.

"Get your hands off her!" he yelled, his voice louder and sharper than you’d ever heard. He stepped forward, his body bristling with barely contained anger.

The man raised his hands defensively, mumbling something about 'just trying to get her attention,' but Hector wasn’t hearing any of it.

"You think that’s okay?" Hector said roughly, his tone dark, each word laced with venom. He took another step closer, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "Touch her again, and I swear-"

"Hector!" one of his teammates called out, suddenly appearing by his side. "Hey, hey, calm down."

But Hector wasn’t calm. His eyes stayed locked on the man as though daring him to make another move. His chest heaved with the effort to restrain himself, but his fists remained balled, ready to strike if provoked.

"Don’t touch her!" Hector shouted again, his voice cutting through the chaos. He gestured toward you, his anger protective rather than violent. "She’s not a zoo animal for you to do this, and you have no right to lay a hand on her!"

His teammates rushed forward then, one of them gripping his arm while another stepped in front of him, trying to break his line of sight to the man. "Hector, come on," one of them urged. "Not here. Let it go."

"Let it go?" Hector snapped, his voice incredulous. "He grabbed her!"

The teammate tightened his grip on Hector’s arm, pulling him back slightly. "I know, but you’ve got cameras everywhere. Don’t give them more to work with. Let’s go."

"Hector, please," you managed to call out, your voice shaky and strained.

Hearing your voice snapped him out of his anger like a bucket of cold water. He turned to look at you, and his expression immediately softened, concern overtaking the fury. But the chaos didn’t relent.

Security was already stepping in to move you both, and in the confusion, Hector’s teammates began pulling him toward the side entrance while another ushered you in a different direction.

"No, wait- she’s with me!" Hector protested, his voice rising in panic as he realized they were separating you.

"It’s just for a second!" one of his teammates reassured him, though Hector’s anxious expression didn’t ease.

Your heart sank as you lost sight of him, the crowd closing in again despite the security barrier. The noise, the flashes, and the sheer weight of the moment were too much.

By the time you were inside, your legs were shaking, and your chest felt tight. You found yourself in a quiet corner of the building, but the calm of the space did little to ease your nerves.

Tears welled in your eyes as you scanned the room, desperately searching for Hector. You didn’t care about the cameras or the chaos outside. You just needed him.

The minutes stretched unbearably long, but then, finally, you saw him. Hector came rushing through the door, his eyes scanning the room with a panicked focus. The moment he spotted you, he crossed the space in seconds, his long strides urgent and hurried.

"Amor," he breathed, his voice cracking slightly as he reached you. He cupped your face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had spilled over. "Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?"

You shook your head, but your lip trembled. "I’m fine. I just…I was so scared, Hector."

His arms were around you in an instant, pulling you into his chest. "I’m so sorry," he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with guilt. "I should’ve stayed closer. I should’ve kept you with me."

You clung to him tightly, the fabric of his shirt bunched in your fists. "It’s not your fault. You were protecting me. You always do."

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes filled with regret and something deeper, an unspoken promise. "I swear to you, I’ll never let anything like that happen again. I don’t care if I have to fight through a thousand crowds; I’ll protect you, always."

His teammates had followed him inside, lingering a few steps away, their expressions a mix of relief and curiosity. The entire interaction was being filmed by someone nearby, but neither of you noticed. All that mattered was him.

"You’re all I care about," Hector continued, his voice low but steady. "Nothing else matters. Not the cameras, not the headlines. Just you."

You nodded, your hands still gripping his shirt as though letting go might cause the world to collapse. "I just want to go home," you whispered.

He kissed your forehead gently, his lips lingering as he whispered, "We’ll go. Right now. I’ve got you."

He kept his arm securely around you as he led you toward a private exit, the noise of the outside world fading with each step.

But even as the chaos diminished, the cameras had already captured everything; the protective fury in Hector’s eyes, the way he held you like you were his entire world, and the soft reassurances that followed.

By morning, the internet would be flooded with clips and photos, fans and media alike praising the way he protected you so fiercely. 'Boyfriend of the Year' some would call him. Others would gush over how deeply he cared, how obvious his love for you was.

But in that moment, as the two of you slipped into the quiet sanctuary of his car, none of it mattered. Hector held your hand tightly, his thumb brushing soothing circles against your skin, and whispered, "I’m never letting you go again. You’re mine to protect, always."

And for the first time that night, you felt safe.

[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!!

[the-offside-rule]

Hector Fort (FCBarcelona) - Early Mornings

Requested: yes

Prompt: early mornings with Hector Fort

Warnings: none

The soft glow of the early morning sun seeped through the blinds, casting a golden hue over the room. Y/N stirred under the covers, still half-asleep, as she felt a gentle hand shake her shoulder. A deep voice, filled with amusement, rumbled from beside her. "Y/N, you wanted me to wake you up, remember?" Hector’s low voice made her groan, burying her face deeper into the pillow.

In the haze of her sleepy mind, she vaguely recalled a conversation the night before where she’d told her boyfriend, Hector Fort, to wake her up so she could join him for an early morning workout. "No excuses." She had said, determined in the moment. Now, however, she was seriously regretting that decision. "Mm...just...five more minutes." She mumbled incoherently, pulling the blanket tighter around herself.

Hector chuckled softly, brushing a hand through her hair. "Come on, corazon. You said you wanted to work out with me." His voice was teasing, but firm. Reluctantly, she cracked one eye open and let out a sigh. "Okay, okay..." She grumbled, sitting up. Still half-asleep, she swung her legs out of bed and lazily changed into her workout gear; a pair of shorts and a sports bra. But instead of heading to the gym, she promptly collapsed back onto the bed, lying down as if she hadn’t moved at all.

Hector raised an eyebrow at her, crossing his arms with a smirk. "Seriously?" He asked, playful exasperation in his tone. "Too tired." She muttered, closing her eyes again. Without another word, Hector leaned down and effortlessly scooped her up into his strong arms. She squeaked in protest, but he was already carrying her out of the bedroom and down the hall towards the gym in their house. Her face rested against his shoulder as she mumbled incoherent words into his ear.

"Shh, corazon." Hector murmured, his voice soft and soothing as he shifted her in his arms. "Ya casi llegamos, just a little more." His words in Spanish were a gentle lullaby, but she was too groggy to understand most of it. She only heard the comforting tone in his voice, which almost made her want to drift back to sleep. She groaned into his neck, half-heartedly kicking her legs. "This is... torture."

He smiled down at her, kissing the top of her head. "You told me to wake you up, remember? You’re too stubborn for your own good." Once they reached the gym, Hector gently placed her down next to the treadmill. With a long, exaggerated groan, she reluctantly climbed onto the machine, eyes still half-shut as she started the slowest possible pace. She shot him a grumpy look, but he just grinned, hopping onto his own treadmill beside her.

Minutes passed, and she somehow managed to keep her legs moving, though it felt like an eternity. She wasn’t sure how she was still upright, but the steady rhythm of her feet hitting the treadmill kept her from falling back asleep. After what felt like hours (but was probably only ten minutes), Hector glanced over at her. "Alright, warm-up's done." She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him incredulously. "Wait, that was the warm-up?" she asked, panting lightly. "You dragged me out of bed for a warm-up?"

Hector shrugged, amused by her frustration. "Of course. We haven’t even started the real workout yet." She let out a dramatic sigh, stepping off the treadmill and throwing her hands up in defeat. "Nope. I’m done." She collapsed onto a nearby bench, sitting back with a smirk. "I’ll just sit here and enjoy the show."

Hector raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t argue, knowing she was too stubborn to be convinced otherwise. As he continued with his workout, she leaned back against the wall, arms crossed as she watched him lift weights. His muscles flexed with every move, sweat glistening on his skin. She couldn’t help but admire the sight, her eyes trailing over him as he worked. He must have caught her staring because he glanced in the mirror and met her gaze, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Enjoying yourself, hermosa?"

She didn’t even bother to deny it, her smirk growing wider. "Just appreciating the view." She winked, and Hector chuckled, shaking his head as he returned to his routine.

After what felt like an eternity (for him), Hector finally finished his workout. She watched as he disappeared into the bathroom to shower, leaving her in the kitchen to make breakfast. She had just finished preparing a plate of eggs and toast when she heard footsteps behind her.

Turning around, she was met with the sight of Hector walking towards her, still slightly damp from his shower. A towel hung loosely around his waist, and his messy, wet hair dripped water onto the floor. His muscles glistened in the morning light, and his eyes were filled with that familiar playful glint.

"Smells good." He murmured as he approached her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist from behind. She felt the cool water from his still-wet body soak into her clothes as he pulled her close, pressing his chest against her back.

"Hector!" She protested weakly, squirming as her clothes got soaked. But his warmth and the scent of his soap made her smile. He chuckled into her ear, his lips brushing her neck. "What? You don’t like getting wet?" She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. "I didn't say that."

"I know." He whispered, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "I usually have this effect on you, no?" With a soft laugh, she leaned back into his embrace, melting into his warmth as the morning sun filled the room around them.

[gavisimmaculaterizz]

hii can you write something about hector and reader being in a situation ship and having some problems because she is very insecure that he doesn’t want anything serious with her but he actually wants yo ask her out?

Please and thank u, love ur writing btw 💝

— be mine // héctor fort.

summary: after meeting at a cafe and becoming an inseparable duo with benefits, can hector finally call you ‘mine’?

warnings: mentions of insecurities (change of 3rd person to 1st person)

masterlist

In the heart of barcelona, where every street corner held a story and every alley whispered secrets, two souls found themselves entangled in a mysterious dance of emotions. y/n and hector, they were. their story was not a tale of love at first sight, nor a whirlwind romance. now, their story was a story of serendipity, of chance encounters and stolen glances that slowly kindled a flame neither dared to acknowledge at all.

their story began in a quaint café tucked away from the noisy streets of barcelona. y/n sat by the window, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup as she immersed herself in her college work. hector, a frequent visitor to the café, spotted her the moment he walked in. he was captivated by the sparkle in her eyes that seemed to intensify with every move she made..

since that initial encounter, days turned into weeks, and their sightings at the café have become more frequent. they’d exchange polite nods and fleeting smiles, yet too shy to initiate a conversation. though one day, hector broke the silence and started a conversation. since that day, both of them became an inseparable duo. when they both began knowing each other more though, there was an undeniable connection between them both. a silent understanding that grew stronger with each passing moment.

you both started spending more time together outside the café, visiting places from the public expanse of the beach to the private confines of his apartment. then, one day, he made a significant gesture by taking you to an important football match of his, despite never revealing that he was a professional athlete. trying to maintain a low-key demeanor to avoid intimidating you in the public eye..

you both began to enjoy each other's company, spending increasingly more time together. as you learned more about one another, the spark between you both became increasingly evident.

one might say that this marks the beginning of their benefits..

immersed in the depth of your friendship or situation with hector, you couldn't ignore the burgeoning feelings for him. you cherished him deeply, yet you felt insignificant and inadequate in his presence.

he was a handsome and athletic man, drawing the attention of many women, leaving you feeling inconsequential. you were just a regular college girl, constantly stressed and unnoticed by those who crossed your path. because of his status, rumors of him with stunning Instagram models circulated, causing you to doubt your worth.

you weren't in a relationship with him, so why did these feelings arise?

the sight of him receiving so much attention was indescribable. initially, it seemed like envy—envy that others feel the same affection for him. but this envy soon morphed into insecurity as you witnessed more beautiful women appearing in photos with him, causing your heart to throb with sorrow.

you spent countless days and nights scrutinizing your appearance and every aspect of yourself. you despised your looks, your speech, and even your reactions. you belittled yourself, constantly comparing yourself to those who seemed perfect.

these thoughts overwhelmed you, as you anticipated.

the more time you spent with hector, the more he noticed the shift in yourself. you used to be shy yet self-assured, indifferent to others' opinions. you dressed boldly, unconcerned with showing your body.

that was what he loved about you..

but then, he started to notice subtle changes in you. you claimed to dress more comfortably, which he saw through as a lie, knowing the person you truly were. he consistently raised his concerns, always inquiring about your well-being, yet you consistently brushed them aside.

he sensed something was amiss, which is why he invited you over for a date in the comfort and safety of his apartment.

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upon receiving his message to come over, you drove to his apartment. without a doubt though, you were dressed once again in baggy sweats and a sweatshirt.

which is what always made him worry about your well being.

you arrived at his place and adjusted your appearance before approaching his doorstep.

after ringing the doorbell, which echoed loudly, he quickly opened the door.

he went to you, embracing you tightly, and asked,

"how are you, y/n?" his gaze lingered on your face, taking in every detail of you. you appeared sadder to him, almost as though you were unwell.

"i'm great, hector!" you declared, your words hiding the truth. he gazed at you with a smile and planted a gentle kiss.

"come on in," he said, leading you into his home and promptly offering you a seat.

once you took your seat, he began to talk, cautiously.

"the reason why i asked you to come over is because i need to talk to you." he said quietly.

you sensed something was up with him, making you extremely nervous to what he'll say.

"what is it? don't scare me, hector," you said nervously.

he grappled with his words.

"recently, i've noticed a change in your behavior around me. you've become very quiet, and it's apparent that something is troubling you," he said, taking a moment to pause.

"please tell me what's going on with you, y/n," he said, taking your hand.

upon hearing his words, you could no longer hold back what you had been concealing from him. you burst into uncontrollable tears, prompting hector to immediately come over and embrace you.

he had finally noticed...

you attempted to compose yourself, yet it seemed futile as your mind was besieged by flashbacks.

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"am I even pretty?" you asked yourself, sobbing. you had spent countless hours looking at gorgeous girls with stunning bodies on social media.

"y/n, look at yourself. you're nothing compared to those girls. you're just a girl who's nowhere near close to being like them, so stop trying to look good for him," you said to yourself between sobs.

you've began to feel ugly and worthless, without a doubt.

“your ‘friend’ from the cafe, has countless of girls on his knees, why is he hanging out with me?” you constantly said yourself.

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your heart felt as if it had shattered, as though something heavy had been dropped upon it. you couldn't believe hector had finally taken notice.

you continued to cry, releasing everything you had concealed from him.

after awhile of crying, you began to compose yourself.

"i just feel like you don't take anything seriously with me, hector. remember all those times we cuddled and kissed as if we were a couple? i'm sure you've noticed a shift in my behavior; i've been feeling quite insecure about myself, especially when I see those stunning models who seem to always be flirting with you." you said finally breaking silence.

hector allowed you to speak further.

"please, hector, stop this suffering if we are not serious about each other. i've changed for you, and it's likely harming us both," you said softly.

hector was taken aback. he was at a loss for words, seemingly unable to even breathe.

from an initial encounter at a cafe to now questioning where they both stood in life, hector began to tear up.

little did you know though, hector loved you ever since he met you at that cafe. he was taken aback by your initial words, though; he never imagined you would change negatively for him, just to end up feeling insecure.

"im sorry y/n." he spoke.

"i've loved you since the moment i met you at that cafe. when i saw your focused face, I was captivated by your beautiful eyes," he said.

"i regret not expressing my feelings, i regret making you feel insecure about who you are," he said, tears welling up in his eyes.

you looked into his eyes, wordlessly. sadness mingled with the overwhelming love you felt for hector.

"please," hector implored.

"may I be your boyfriend? i'm serious about us, and i want to make you mine, to show everyone that you're the most beautiful girl in the world," he said, gently caressing your face.

you smiled at him, a flutter of butterflies in your stomach upon hearing his question.

"yes, hector, i'd love to be your girlfriend," you said smiling at him.

he smiled, gazing into your eyes with affection.

"i'm sorry for what i did, mi amor," he said, while drawing closer to you.

"just shut up and kiss me, hector," you said with a laugh, dismissing his apology.

from what began as a encounter at a cafe, the two pair of souls finally found their destiny. their destiny to be together ..

a/n: tysm anon for the sweet comment 🥹! ive been debating to post this or not bc i think its not my best lol, i dont like the first part at ALL. ive been lately busy with school bc its ending in a few weeks and ive got tests to do💔. hopefully i can do another one next week about fermin🤗!!

[zombvic]

FALLING IN LOVE, WITH YOU

summary : how i think the la masia boys would realize theyre in love with you

notes : this is a filler because i dont have anything finnished rn ... im making this and some headcannons a series x lmk who you want to see in the future. ALSO! im leaving for a three week vacation on tuesday (given its sunday rn) so theres gonna be less n less fics. ill have some drafts which ill post but ..

pairings : hector fort , marc guiu , pau cubarsi , lamine yamal x reader

HECTOR is considered a serious and somewhat private guy. he thinks, before sharing details about himself with others. he was cautious and discrete, even around you. although he didn't know it at the time, hector slowly began to feel more comfortable sharing every little detail about his experiences and daily life with you, no matter how big or small. when something important happened, you became his first thought. after some time, he began to realize just how much he truly loved and admired you.

PAU is still pretty young. being basically freshly seventeen, a prominent player for the barcelona team. id imagine pau to be in a relationship for over six months before he realizes hes in love. the moment he realizes the fact is when hes missing you. missing your touch, missing your voice, missing your eyes, missing you as a whole. it could be considered as clingy but he just misses you and thats what he considered as love.

LAMINE is even younger than pau but quite mature for his age. he enjoys thinking far, far ahead. lamine often finds himself fantasizing about his future—his future house, family, future in football—and while doing so, he realizes that he can't imagine a reality without you by his side. another moment where he realizes his actual feelings towards you is when you meet his family. he is a family-oriented person and loves his family, especially his brother. he would melt at the sight of you and keyne together, and the moment he introduces you to his parents and they approve, it's decided. he's in love

MARC would be smitten since day one. i can imagine him as a golden retriever type boyfriend. but the moment he realizes his love for you is when he sees you at basically every match, cheering, supporting, being there for him.

[purinfelix]

purinfelix's football masterlist! ˖ ࣪⭑

key: ➷ - oneshots ✧ - headcanons ★ - blurbs ꕤ - series

featuring: joao felix pablo gavi, pedri gonzalez, ferran torres, hector fort, trent alexander arnold, jude bellingham and multi

joão félix

find joao fics here !! (had to give him his own separate masterlist bc i have so many fics for him)

pablo gavi

➷ softly- in which Gavi realises his touches can mean more than just post-goal 'good jobs' (w/c: 496) ➷ post-match routine - your plans for post-match cuddles with your boyfriend are interrupted when he debuts a new haircut at a game (w/c: 988) ➷ signals - in which you learn to show your boyfriend that "to be loved is to be seen" (w/c: 538) ➷ secret santa - your boyfriend starts acting strange around Christmastime and you're determined to get to the bottom of it (w/c: 1.1k) ➷ "scratchy" - you love your boyfriend's new look, but it proves a slight challenge when it comes to kisses (w/c: 712) ➷ stay with me - morning struggles with your clingy boyfriend ★ can you play Ken? ★ morning struggles ➷ do i wanna know? - when you started noticing a familiar face in every one of your classes, you hadn't expected it to lead to such an intense rivalry - at least, that's what you liked to call it (w/c: 1.2k) ➷ i don't want to talk about anything - when the stress of maintaining your grades proves too much, you turn to an unexpected source of comfort (w/c: 1.5k) ↳ (sort of like a pt. 2 to 'do i wanna know'!) ➷ it's so sweet, knowing that you love me - your first time staying the night at Gavi's shows off both of your unique sleeping habits (w/c: 516) ➷ forever young - a scene from your childhood, a promise from your best friend, and a full circle moment (w/c: 889) ★ reckless ➷ birthday boy - had to write smth for my baby's birthday (w/c: 584) ✧ bf! heacanons

pedri

★ one more chapter ★ old habits die hard ★ tiny sacrifices ➷ smile for the camera - in which your internship proves more exciting than you expected (w.c: 450) ★ curls ★ puppy love ★ new look ★ not a lot, just forever

ferran torres

✧ bf! headcanons

hector fort

★ shaving

ansu fati

➷ special trick - whenever the two of you fight, your boyfriend takes advantage of your height difference to force you into talking to him (865)

trent alexander-arnold

➷ my baby takes the morning train - your boyfriend insists on accompanying you on your morning commute, despite your warnings ( 1k) ➷ oblivious - trent's attempts at making moves on the new media intern keep failing, and he has no idea why, until he enlists his teammates help (w/c: 2.7k) ★ campus crush ★ competitive ★ smug

jude bellingham

★ come find me

multi

✧ sassy men apocalypse - ft. felix, jude, trent and robbo ★ "bro" - ft. pedri, fermin, joao, gavi and jude ★ the points that matter - a young new assistant coach hired to save England's national team, and two extremely competitive teammates - ft. jude and trent

requests are open right now! you can check my rules here

[insidekatmind]

Friends-Hector Fort

The silence in Hector’s room is heavy, interrupted only by the ticking of the rain against the window. You sit next to him on the bed, legs crossed beneath you, while he stares at an undefined point in front of him. Today’s match was a disaster, and you know it better than anyone else. The weight of disappointment clings to him—in the tension in his shoulders, in the way his hands are tangled in his blond hair.

“Hector…” you whisper, placing a hand on his forearm. He doesn’t pull away, but he doesn’t respond either. You know how much he hates losing, how much he blames himself even when it’s not his fault. So you do the only thing you can: you stay.

After a moment, he sighs and closes his eyes. “I don’t even know why you try. You know I don’t want to talk.”

“I know.” You nod softly, letting your hand slide down to his. It’s warm, strong, but his fingers tremble slightly under your touch. “I’m not here to make you talk. Just to remind you that you’re not alone.”

He turns toward you, his blue eyes darker than usual, shadows blending with the soft glow of the lamp beside the bed. He’s so close you can feel his breath brushing against your skin.

For a moment, neither of you moves. The air vibrates with something electric, an invisible thread holding you both in this moment. Then he does something you don’t expect—his thumb brushes over the back of your hand, slow, hesitant.

“You always understand me,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.

You don’t know who moves first. Maybe it’s you, maybe it’s him, or maybe it’s simply inevitable. Your lips meet with a tenderness that’s almost painful, as if you’re both afraid of breaking something fragile. The kiss is slow, uncertain at first, but then Hector holds onto you, his fingers sliding against your back, as if he’s afraid to let you go.

When you pull away, he stays there, his forehead resting against yours, his breath uneven. “I didn’t expect that,” he whispers.

You smile softly, brushing your thumb along his cheek. “Me neither.”

But neither of you moves away. Hector approaches you again, kissing you and you kiss him back, hugging him. Hector responds with eagerness, pulling you onto his lap, his arms holding you tight as his kisses deepen. He buries his face against your neck, his breath hot against your skin, his calloused hands roaming over your back, your hips, as if trying to memorize everything.

"I need you," he whispers against your ear, his voice thick with emotion. "Even when I don't want to admit it."

You can feel his heart pounding through his chest against yours, the urgency in the way he holds you against him. He needs this, needs you, and the knowledge of that fills you with a strange mixture of desire and comfort.

You pull back just enough to look into his eyes, your fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. "I'm right here," you say, your voice soft but firm. "I'm not going anywhere."

A small, almost vulnerable smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "You promise?" The question, simple and sincere, pierces through you. It's the kind of thing he would never say to anyone else.

You lean in, brushing a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth. "I promise," you say, your fingers tightening around his. You can feel the heat of his body through the thin layer of clothing, the tension still lingering in every line of his broad shoulders.

[httpsdana]

Football 2

angst ☾

fluff ♡

hurt/comfort ✧

Pablo Gavi

Masterlist

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Kenan Yildiz

Masterlist

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Jamal Musiala

Lost In Translation ☾ ♡

Wildest Dreams ♡

Hey Husband ♡

Protector ☾ ♡

Oops? ♡

One Last Chance ☾ ♡

Rain-Kissed ♡

Caught You ♡

Pillow Wars ♡

Cupid in Bali ☾ ♡

Family Dreams ♡

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Marc Bernal

3 Dogs and a Boyfriend ♡

Jealousy and a Pout ♡

A Question of Timing ♡

Sleepless Conversations ♡

Yours To Keep ♡

Boyfriend Headcanon ♡

Little Test ♡

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Pau Cubarsi

Breaking the Silence ☾ ♡

Beautiful Boy ♡

Blush and Bliss ♡

Heartfelt Equations ♡

Healing Touches ♡

Puppy Love ♡

Gold for Gold ♡

In the Quiet Spaces Between Us ♡

Breakfast Gone Wrong ♡

Flustered Hearts ♡

Admiring From Afar ♡

Comfort ✧

Academic Rivals ♡

Hidden Feelings ☾ ♡

The Secret of Us ♡

Toothless Grins ♡

Mirrorball ☾

First Impressions ♡

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Hector Fort

Chasing What's Right ☾ ♡

Too Much ✧

Boyfriend Headcanon ♡

Just Ask ♡

Tattoos ♡

Only Yours ♡

Morning Run ♡

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Xavi Simons

Party Rescue ♡

Family Love ♡

Missing Dessert ♡

Taking The Risk ☾ ♡

Riled Up ♡

Exhausted ♡

Morning Glory ♡

Yours, Always ♡

Signed and Sealed ♡

Dreamcatchers ✧♡

Memories ♡

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Ansu Fati

Snacks And Sunsets ♡

In the Heat of It ☾ ♡

Stolen Moments ♡

Soft Theft ♡

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Alejandro Balde

Attached At the Hip ♡

Unscripted ♡

Braids ♡

Clingy ♡

Date ♡

Scared Of Replacement ☾ ♡

Art Class ♡

Too Real ♡

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Florian Wirtz

Fragile Promises ☾

Birthday Cake ♡

Yapper ♡

Cinnamon Love ♡

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Rúben Dias

New Addition ♡

Man-to-man ♡

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Marc Casado

Mi Campeón ♡

[pedricos]

hector fort prompt #8? x

Héctor Fort – don't cry, i hate it when you cry .ᐟ

a.n: its been so long since i wrote a angst, sorry if its not so good.. also, english is not my first language, srry for any mistakes

warnings: light angst, comforting ending, light suggestive joke at the end (1,4k words)

why were they so mean to you?

you meet your boyfriend way before him becoming a barcelona star.

you two were only six when you met, both your families already being friends for ages. you basically grew up together! he was your first crush at middle school, when you would watch his games when he was still so little. he was also, your first kiss.

before entering high school, you never had kissed anyone. you were painful inexperienced, but héctor was the one teaching you how to kiss properly, and being patient with you, no matter how many times you got the tongue timing wrong. you can almost get a laugh from the way he tells the story.

he asked you to be his girlfriend when you both were 15, so young and full of love and admiration already. he thinks you're the prettiest girl ever, and he never liked a girl this much before, and for you, he's the cutest guy! he's just so sweet and always made you laugh so much.

and by the eyes of everyone around you, you two were the cutest couple! just by knowing eachother so well for so long and having so much charisma together. it was a joy to see how much you love and the good you do to each other. his family loved having you around in the holidays, and yours always welcomed him so well on the weekends.

but suddenly, nothing you do is enough anymore. you can't even tell the moment you started to try and prove yourself to the others. and you know, if he wanted, there would be thousands of girls by his feet, waiting the right moment of your fall.

in the stadiums, the hysterical girls screaming his name to get his attention wouldn't even bat an eye at you, completely ignoring your presence; pushing you to the side to crowd him and ask for a photo, or for him to sign their shirts.

you let slide. maybe this time they didn't see you. right? it happenes!

then, his fans cut you out of the photo he posted, but kepts his non-player friends in it. its okay, right? it's a fan page for him and not for you anyways.

but when when you post a picture, they did the same things. obviously cropping your whole body out of the picture. the picture you liked so much because it's you, walking hand in hand, with your boyfriend by the beach of the aphrodisiac island you were visiting with his family.

you let slide the comments on your body.

“she deff gained a lot of weight 🤣”

⠀⠀⠀→ “is she pregnant???”

“why your body look like that lool”

“héctor deserves better smh”

⠀⠀⠀→ “he so doeeess!”

what does this have to do with the photo? it was just a sweet picture of you and your boyfriend sat side by side in a nice restaurant, the photo was taken by his parents, who sat parallel to you.

and everything suddenly became too much.

why did they hate you so much? was because they wanted to get to héctor? was something personal? what did you do besides being his long term girlfriend? were they mad that you're not a plastic, fake-blonde, face sculptured ig model who was with him just for his fame?

you were so much better than them and their fake white teeth.

héctor always complimented your natural beauty so much, he even gets mad seeing you compare yourself with these full edited ig models. you have such a natural aura, your little crooked smile, your natural light freckles, the little moles caused by the sun, your natural blush.

sometimes he would think you're the one that is too much for him. he loved you so very much, but was just as scared of loosing you to a better player. but you never thought that way, because he was the one for you.

since you were 15, he was the one. since you were 6 years old holding a little flower he picked up for you. since you were 12 crying because nobody but him showed up for your birthday party. he was the one to be always there.

and why now being with him was so hard since loving him is so easy.

you didn't even noticed when you started crying in the shower. the water running along with the tears, a mix of your sobs along with the water running. you just ducked your head under the shower, letting it clean away your sadness.

you came out of the shower just as sad as you came in, but what could you do? the evening was silent as you wondered around the house by yourself, héctor still training. you only put on your comfiest pajamas and layed down on your empty king bed.

“i'm home!” your boyfriend announced, only to find a dark living room. he was so used to have you on his arms as soon as he stepped back home. he took his shoes off, wondering if maybe you were in the kitchen; but nothing. just as dark and empty as the sofa.

“y/n? hermosa?” he enters the shared bedroom, eyebrows immediately frowning as he found you crying your heart out on the bed. your eyes were puffy and your nose a dark pink color, signaling that you've been crying for a good while now, “hey, it’s me, it's fine” he pulls you in a tight hug.

you could only burry your face in his chest, smelling his fragrance as you tried to control your breath, sighing repeatly, trying to catch your breath. “qué pasó? why are you crying?” he cups your face to have a better look at you. (what happened?)

your puffy eyes and cheeks, tears never stopping to roll down your face and your nose pretty pink; he could almost find you cute. you tried to explain why you're so sad but couldn't even stop crying, chocking on your own tears as they fell uncontrollably, “shh, breathe first!” he runs his hands up and down your back.

“why do they hate me so much?” is all you can verbalize before hiding your face on his chest once again, letting yourself cry out loud, “who’s 'they', princesa?” he reaches to grab your phone as it sat unlocked next to your pillow.

he almosts cry along with you. if his fans really loved him, why would they attack the person he loved the most? they had no reason to call you all this names, you were his princess, his little girl, not any of these bad words on your comment section.

he pulls away your body from his, fixing a loose strand of hair that sat on your face, putting it behind your ear. one of his hand find your cheek, caressing it so softly with his thumb. why do they hate you so much? he was so full of love for you, why would anyone hate on you?

“i’m with you, y/n. i’m with you because i love you so much and i chose you! i choose everyday since i was fifteen years old, and i didn't stopped loving you a day ever since!” he kisses your forehead, hand creeping to the back of your head, caressing your neck through your hair.

“don’t cry, okay? i hate it when you cry” his words make you realize how luck you are.

after all, you're the one he comes home to, you're the one he brought a ring you can only buy once in your life, you're the one he's waiting to marry since he was a kid.

“i even brought flowers and your favorites snacks to celebrate our anniversary.. but i don't know if you're hungry” he sounds so calm, but you can't help but blame youself for forgetting such an important day, “no preparé nada... lo siento” you wipe away your last few tears. (i didn't prepared anything.. sorry)

“i don't mind it, i just want to be with you” he pulls you for a sweet kiss. no fight for dominance nor lust, just love and caring. just the longing he felt the whole day, thinking about you every second, wanting to be home as soon as possible, just to be with you.

“i can make you cry more later.. happy tears" he gives you a smirk.

“héctor!” you laugh as you slap his chest.

he's right here, with you.

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i have such a annoying migraine rn, but ill try to write some more requests!! 🥹

i will be re-opening the requests soon!! bye bye, hope u like it 💋

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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.