#hector fort fluff

[halfwayhearted]

Soft Spot — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

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

Word Count: 365+

Disclaimer/s — Fluff… fluff… fluff…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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

[planetpedri]

Héctor Fort who can’t help but look down at reader over everything and anything bc he knows how it makes them flush and avert their gaze

Those eyes — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: Héctor, who loves to see the familiar rosy color blossom across your cheeks. He does everything to see it, but he finds the easiest way to do so, is by looking down at you with a grin on his face.

Word count: 390+

Disclaimer/s: None, just fluff!

A/N: another draft from the summer . . .

Walks with you boyfriend was always enjoyable. You liked to sight see, and he loved to just spend time with you. The summer breeze brushed against your face as you leaned over the railing to look at the view. The city spread out below you, the building lights twinkling beneath the slowly darkening sky.

“I love this city.” You say quietly, turning to glance up at your boyfriend. A small flush passes across your cheeks as you realize he was already looking down at you. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” Héctor asks, suppressing the smirk that threatened his lips. His eyes trail across your face, tracing your features he seemed to love so much. He knew how much it affected you when he did that, which only prompted him to do it more.

His attentive stare only has you growing more flustered. “Quit staring down at me! Look at the view, that is why we walked all the way here is it not?”

Héctor simply shrugs, not looking away. “I’d rather look at you.” This elicits a groan from you along with an eye roll. “What’s that for!?”

“You are such a corn ball.” You laugh, shooing him away with a dismissive hand.

The brunette trails his hand up from the small of your back to your shoulders, sending goosebumps everywhere his hand touched, eventually his arm loops around your shoulders and pulls you into his side.

Héctor uses his other hand to hook his finger under your chin, forcing your head to look back up at him. Your heart stammers in your chest as you meet your boyfriend’s eyes. “I love you.” He whispers, dipping down to hover above your lips.

A wide smile breaks out on your face. “I love you, too.” You whisper right back, standing on your tip toes to place a quick peck to his lips.

When you pull away, Héctor makes a sound of protest, his lips chasing after yours, though you wiggle out of his grasp and take a step back. “Nuh-uh! We are sight seeing!”

“In a city we’ve lived in for years! We’ve seen this view a million times!” Héctor frowns, though his eyes sparkle with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Boo-hoo. Now, look at the view.” You point to the city scapes, flashing him a teasing smile.

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[purinfelix]

would you write a fic about hector fort and reader in which reader shaves his face and a lots of fluff

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"Aye babe, that tickles!" your boyfriend lets out a low laugh as he ducks out of your touch.

"Well maybe if you quit moving I'd have this done faster!" you huff, furrowing your brows in frustration but this only seems to make him laugh more.

When you had suggested helping Hector with his morning routine you had had no idea it would prove this difficult. It had been almost twenty minutes since he'd shown you how to use the shaving cream and at which angle to shave to make sure you didn't cut him - but since then you'd made very little progress. Every time you went to touch your boyfriend's face he would jerk back crying out that it tickled, or getting shy anytime you leaned in too close. You would've found it cute but your thighs were growing sore from where the corners of your bathroom counter were digging into them and at this rate both of you were going to be late.

"Okay, what if I just close my eyes and I'll try my best to hold still," Hector said encouragingly, bending down to your height as he did.

"Fine, now come on."

He did as he said, gently closing his eyes and letting you glide the razor over his cheeks. You moved slowly, terrified at the thought of hurting him but soon this fear dissolved as you found yourself lost in his features. Soon the razor was replaced by your hands, delicately tracing his cheekbones and lips in silence.

"What's taking you so long?" your boyfriend finally exclaimed, breaking the silence.

"Sorry," you mumbled, cheeks growing red as you continue with your job. You were just glad his eyes remained closed so he wouldn't see the pink glow spreading across your cheeks.

[httpsdana]

Morning Run~Hector Fort

*pictures are from Pinterest*

i need more requests please. enjoy this one <3

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15-"good morning sunshine " " fuck off"

y/n wasn't exactly a morning person. She liked sleeping in the morning after staying up late at night. Unlike Hector, who was the definition of a morning person, especially because of the training sessions he usually has in the morning.

y/n had promised Hector the previous night that she would go rubbing with him in the early morning, since his training session that day was in the afternoon. Though, she wasn't the biggest running or exercising person in general, Hector managed to convince her to go with him.

However, when Hector woke up, he saw her still in deep sleep. He smiled at her asleep frame, debating if he should wake her up or not. But he really didn't want to go running alone, so he got up and dressed up, letting her sleep a few more minutes, before preparing her a small fruit bowl and then going to wake her up.

He went to her side of the bed, crouching down beside her. He brushed the messy hair from her face, tracing his thumbs against her cheekbones.

She didn't flinch from his movements, making him chuckle silently. He shook her lightly, whispering her name.

"y/n. wake up" he whispered, putting his hand on her shoulder and shaking her.

She hummed, making Hector smile. She was waking up slowly.

"come on baby wake up" he mumbled, in a higher voice this time

She groaned this time, flipping to the other side of the bed. Hector shook his head, turning to the other side and getting on the bed. He leaned down close to her face, kissing it lightly. From her forehead to her cheeks and then nose. She shifted a bit, then stopped when Hector stopped his kisses.

He leaned closer and kissed her lips, settling there for a while until she opened her eyes. She looked at him with an angry expression, not smiling back one bit, even though his face looked so cute with the smile on his face.

"good morning sunshine" he said with a cheesy grin

"fuck off" she mumbled, turning to the other side. She knew she won't be able to sleep again, but she was too tired to get up.

"baby you promised to go running with me" he whined, laying on top of her to look at her face.

"I didn't do that" she argued, opening her eyes again and looking at him.

"yes you did. come on please" he pleaded, giving her his best puppy eyes. She stared at him with amusement before rolling her eyes and nodding.

"okay fine. but you have to get me coffee after that" she warned him, making his smile widen. He kissed her quickly, before getting up and pulling her with him.

"I made you a fruit ball. get ready and then come eat" he said. She smiled then sighed, going to the bathroom. She got dressed in a sports bra and shorts, then putting on her socks and shoes. She tied her hair in a high ponytail and sprayed some perfume.

Then, she went down to the kitchen, where Hector was having his morning smoothie and scrolling through his phone.

She was still a bit tired, but she grabbed the bowl Hector made her and ate it in silence. Meanwhile, Hector noticed her presence, and saw the frown on her face making him chuckle.

He walked closer to her, putting his arms around her body from behind. He pressed a few kisses on her bare shoulder before speaking.

"see, sportswear looks good on you. Maybe you should start coming to gym with me" he joked, knowing she's gonna reply sassily.

'don't push it, Fort. I'm only going with you for the coffee" she warned him, making him laugh.

After she finished, they walked out of their apartment and started their run. They ran down the street, Hector occasionally slowing down so that y/n could catch up with him.

"Hector...I'm...tired" she panted, stopping her run. She started taking deep breathes, her hand on her chest. Hector stopped, walking back to where she stopped.

"y/n we only ran down the street. how are you tired already" he said, crossing his arms over his chest

"I'm so tired, I can't breathe anymore" she breathed out. making Hector chuckle. He knew she was overreacting just so they can get coffee.

"y/n our run is supposed to be for an hour" he stated, making her look at him with wide eyes.

"But Hector, my legs are hurting and I'm so exhausted" she whined, making him look at her with amusement.

"you're just saying that for the coffee" he said

"whaaat. why would you think that?" she said awkwardly, making him shake his head with a smile.

"let's just get coffee now. I'll see if one of the boys would go for running in the afternoon with me" he smiled, taking her hand in his

They walked hand in hand to the local coffee shop that was close to their house. They had their coffee and breakfast, and at the end of the day Hector didn't go running anymore

[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)

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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🤗!!

[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.

[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.

[pedrislefttoe]

fluff w hector fort please

pedrislefttoe,

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

hector fort x f!reader

tw: nothing it’s just kinda corny

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

eras tour,

you held onto your boyfriend’s soft yet slightly veiny hand as you pushed through the crowd to get to your seats for taylor swift’s concert.

on your birthday about four months ago, hector surprised you with concert tickets to one of your favorite artists.

you appreciated it so much, you would never shut up about it.

“hector,” you turned your head to look at him as he was following behind you to make sure you wouldn’t trip or anything as you walked.

he catches your gaze before speaking, “yeah?”

“thank you,” you say as you shoot him a soft and warm smile before gently shifting your hand from his to his wrist, continuing your ever long walk to your seats.

“you’re welcome,” you hear him say.

when you had finally got to your seats, waiting for the concert to start, you sparked up a conversation. 

“are you gonna propose during love story?” you giggle sarcastically.

hector chuckles warmly, “i would but you’d have to accept a ring pop instead of an actual ring.”

you grin, “okay bet.”

“no but seriously though. if i ever do propose during a taylor swift song it would probably be love story,” your boyfriend grinned as he leaned his head back.

“aw, yay!!” you giggle softly.

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

[bad268]

Always (Hector Fort X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Youtubers

Requested: Day 22 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none, loosely based on Million Words by The Vamps

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 512

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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You were sure that you missed your chance, and it was too late as you ran through the airport, hoping Hector hadn’t boarded yet. You sprinted all the way to the gate you knew he was supposed to be at, but it was empty. You looked out the large windows and saw the plane that Hector was on running full speed down the runway, and you knew you missed your chance. It was too late.

“There's a million words I could have said,” You whispered to yourself, but you hoped somehow, someway, that Hector could hear it. “You might still be mine.”

It was a bad fight before this match. Well, even before the match! The team decided to fly out to Italy a couple of days before so they could have a little fun in Milan. He was complaining about his knee being sore, but he still wanted to go out with the boys. You advised, as a physical therapist in training, for him to take it easy for a couple of days and rest his leg. That way, his knee would be well-rested and ready for the match.

He had a major case of FOMO (fear of missing out), and it all spiraled out of control. He said some things he didn’t mean, you said some things you didn’t mean, and in the end, he stormed out of your shared apartment to stay with Marc for the night. You called him the following morning, only to be met with his voicemail. 

You waited a while to give him space before calling him again that night. All you received back was a text saying, “I’m going.” There was nothing you could do, you thought. You begged Marc for the flight details because you wanted to apologize. If Hector wasn’t going to answer the phone, you would try to catch him before he left.

Well, you didn’t. That much was obvious as you watched the flight he was on take off into the sky. You could break down in the middle of the airport, but you swallowed your tears, planning to hold them until you at least got to your car. 

You turned around, and there he was. He was looking down as you ran into his chest as you let your tears flow, not caring where you were anymore. Hector stepped back at the impact, but he quickly wrapped his arms around you tightly as he cried into your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” He started, but you pulled back, shaking your head.

“No, I’m sorry,” You countered, reaching up to cup his face in your hand. “I try to look out for you, but I need to remember you are a grown adult, and you know your limits more. I was wrong to ever doubt it, and I couldn’t live with myself if I let you slip away. You’re the one I need, and if I forget to tell you, you're all I think about. With a million words that I should have said, I wish I could tell you always.”

~~~~~

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[halfwayhearted]

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

Fall Right In — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

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

Word Count: 575+

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

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

Nothing could ruin the day you're having now.

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

Or… so you thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What was that for?” You questioned.

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

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

“That wasn’t a conversation.”

“Yeah? Then what was it then?”

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

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

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

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

“It was still weird,” he mumbled.

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

He shoots you a look. “Not funny.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

[zombvic]

hi, i love your writing can you do one where marc guiu is secretly dating lewandoski's daughter and he finds out?

MR LEWANDOWSKI (marc guiu x lewandowski!reader)

summary : in which the polish barcelona player finds out his daughter is dating his teammate

face claim : no-one exact

notes : ty for the request !! im gonna do some requests asap (theres like twenty so plsplspls be patient <3) also im gonna go on vacation soon so ill be less active.

pairings : marc guiu x fem!lewandowski!reader

BEING THE DAUGHTER of the Polish striker, Robert Lewandowski, came with its perks. Some of the benefits was the opportunity to meet your favorite players, attend exclusive events, and see important matches, such as the World Cup and UCL Finals. But managing the constant media attention and living up to the Lewandowski name were only two of the challenges that came with it. The hardest challenge of them all was keeping your relationship with the Barcelona striker, Marc Guiu, a secret.

You knew dating Marc was going to make you slightly insane. The constant hiding and sneaking around was annoying, tbh.. But if you managed to keep this a secret for over seven months, you sure weren't going to fuck it up now.

Hector quickly caught onto your little facade. All three of you were classmates, and it was clear by the looks you exchanged across the classroom, the way Marc spoke to Hector about you, and just the overall way he admired you. Hector was certain you were dating.

Him knowing would actually come in handy. It was a little easier to keep the secret when Hector was on your side. When needed, he helped cover for you by coming up with excuses in case your dad was on the edge of figuring things out.

One afternoon, while your father was out, Marc came over to your house. It was a unique chance for the two of you to have the house to yourselves, and you both wanted to make the most of it.

You were in your room, cuddling on your bed with Marc as a movie was playing on your laptop. It was relaxing, finally a moment of comfort without any worries or the anxiety of getting caught.

"This is nice," Marc murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I wish we could do this more often."

"Me too," you replied, pulling in closer to him. "But you're aware of my dad's history with my ex-boyfriends. If he found out, he would freak out."

Marc sighed as he played with the strings on your hoodie. "I know. Yet, sometimes I picture us going out on a typical date night. No concerns about your father catching us. You know maybe if he got used to our relationship, he could come along."

Playfully poking Marc with your shoulder, you mocked, "Are you using me to date my father?"

Marc gave you a gentle giggle and an amused look as his eyes met yours. "Maybe I am," he answered. "But in all honesty, I just want to go out with you—no sneaking around, just a regular 'I'll have her home by nine, sir' type date."

"Wow, real cute, Marc." Just as you were about to lean in for a kiss, you heard the front door open. Your heart stopped, as you and Marc exchanged panicked and confused looks.

"Oh fuck. He's not supposed to be back yet," you whispered urgently, scrambling off the bed. "You have to hide. Like now."

Marc quickly got up, looking around the room for a hiding spot. "WHAT?! Where should I go?!"

"Jesus Christ, Marc. I don't know just.. just get under the bed or something!" you whispered, trying to keep your voice down.

Just as your father yelled something from the living room, Marc dove under the bed. "Y/n? You home?"

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before opening your bedroom door. "Yeah, What's up?"

He walked down the hallway, a frown on his face. "I thought I left my other keys here. Have you seen them?"

You shook your head, trying to look casual. "Nah, I haven't seen them. Maybe you left them in the locker room after training?"

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe. I'll call someone to check if someone found them. Are you okay? You seem... off."

"I'm good, Dad," you said quickly, hoping he couldn't hear the nervousness in your voice. "Just tired, I guess.."

He looked at you for a moment longer before nodding. "Alright. Well, I'm going to head back out then. Let me know if you find the keys."

As he turned to leave, you heard a muffled cough from under the bed. Your eyes widened in horror as your father stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowing.

"What was that?" he asked, turning back to you.

"What do you mean" you said quickly, desperately trying to think of an excuse. "I didn't hear anything. Is your hearing alright?"

"Hey, I'm still only 35 years young. Anyways, I'll just head out, I guess. See you later, honey." He said as he walked out the front door.

As you walked down the hallway to reach your room, you exclaimed, "Marc, what the fuck was that? The one time you NEED to be quiet, you actually cough. How on earth is that possible?"

"Hey, I didn't put all that dust under your bed," he playfully said while hugging you. "Calm down, babe. He didn't even see me."

"Yeah, but he heard your silly ass. Anyways you should just go. He might come back soon."

At least three hours had passed before your dad returned, which was kind of annoying because you had the chance to finish the movie and still had two hours left to hang out without interruptions.

"Hey honey, I'm back home," your dad said as he walked into the house. You were sitting on the couch, watching Suits (a goated show btw).

Your dad's voice startled you, making you jump slightly. You quickly paused the show and turned to face him. "Hey Dad," you replied.

He looked around the living room with a curious expression. His eyes fell upon the hoodie that Marc gave to you. The hoodie that exclusively Barcelona players got. His brow furrowed slightly as he picked it up, examining it with a puzzled look.

"Whose hoodie is this?" he asked.

You swallowed nervously, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. "Oh, uh, that's Marc's," you said, mentally cursing yourself for not changing beforehand. "He gave it to me last week."

Robert's gaze shifted from the hoodie to you, his expression unreadable. "Marc's?"

"Yeah," you nodded, trying to keep your voice steady. "We… we've been hanging out a lot. Last week i was cold so he gave it to me."

He studied you for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to gauge your sincerity. "Hanging out," he echoed, more a statement than a question.

You nodded again, feeling the weight of his scrutiny. "Okay, yeah. So, Dad, we've been dating for.. a while now."

His eyes widened in surprise, shocked expression on his face. But he didn't look angry. Instead, he let out a slow breath and nodded.

As he stared at you for what felt like an eternity, processing the information, he finally spoke out, his voice calm yet tinged with disbelief, "You and Marc... have been dating?"

"I… I didn't know how you'd react," you admitted, feeling a pinch of guilt for keeping it from him. "And I didn't want you to worry."

Robert leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "I see," he said. "And how long has this 'while' been?"

Marc cleared his throat, speaking up, "About seven months, Mr. Lewandowski."

Your dad looked at Marc with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Marc? What are you doing here?" he asked, seeing him in the living room unexpectedly.

"I'm sorry, sir. Y/n messaged me to come over, so I did," Marc spoke out, trying to explain his sudden arrival.

"Sorry for not telling you sooner, Mr. Lewandowski," he said earnestly. "We didn't mean to keep it from you."

Robert eased his expression and laughed. "I understand," he softly said in response. "While I can't say I'm not surprised, I appreciate your honesty. Also, Marc, we've known each other for some time now. Just call me as usual." Your father joked with his teammate, your boyfriend.

You felt a wave of relief when you realized he wasn't upset. To be honest, he looked more interested than angry. "So, what do you think, Dad?" You questioned him.

Robert leaned forward, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, if Marc here has managed to win your heart for seven months without my knowledge, he must be doing something right," he said, his tone teasing yet approving.

Marc and you exchanged a relieved smile as you felt the tension ease. Despite his reputation for being serious, Your dad has surprised you today by showing you compassion and comprehension.

You said, "Thank you, Dad," appreciating his understanding.

He chuckled loudly and replied. "Please just promise me that you will keep me updated. I'm happy for you both."

It was impossible not to feel an overwhelming feeling of relief. The secret was finally out.

[planetpedri]

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.

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demon in my head||joão félix

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[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

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

enjoy <3

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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

[gavisimmaculaterizz]

original request: “Can you write a gavi story where he cheats on his gf and he regrets it and does everything for her to not find out and she does after a while and he loses her and has to work to get her back”

— regret / pablo gavi.

summary: gavi can’t lose you after what he did.

warnings: angst, mentions of cheating

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gavi knew he messed up after leaving the local night club. he regretted even going to the club, feeling remorse for the shitty actions he had just made..

it all started at the local night club in barcelona.. gavi and his teammates had just won an important trophy for the club, and they decided to celebrate their victory. out of any other place, they all settled and decided on going to the club to have some drinks to ease off the victory night.

upon arriving to the club, the boys got started on their drinks, already feeling excited after the win.

drink after drink, gavi was soon full of so much adrenaline, not in the right mind to properly think straight. that boy was deep in the drinks, not even caring about what he did..

which led him to making out with a girl..

he obviously didn’t know her name, and her face was a blur to him. all he knew was she randomly got close to him, and initiated the heated kiss..

but if it wasn’t for his best friend pedri who was still aware of his surroundings, he would’ve taken her home and slept with her..

pedri couldn’t believe what he was seeing. you were such a nice girlfriend, he knew you loved gavi with your heart, but at this moment he knew gavi really fucked up. he knew he had to speak up..

“hermano! que estás haciendo!”, yelled pedri, pulling the girl off gavi’s lap. (brother what are you doing)

gavi quickly looked at his best friend, angered at the distraction, and saw his disbelieved look on his face.

“que? que paso?”, gavi said, trying to find out why his friend interrupted him. (what, what happened)

“estabas besando a una chica.. estás loco o que hermano?”, pedri said, anger quickly rising to his voice. (you were kissing a chick.. are you crazy or what brother)

gavi’s face soon turned red at the words that came out of his best friends mouth. he couldn’t believe it!

“no me digas eso tío.. en serio?”, gavi said quietly..

all pedri could do was nod. he had no words for what he had witnessed his best friend do.

“mira, no le digas a tu novia, si le dices será un infierno para ti.”, pedri said, speaking his thoughts out loud to him.

gavi quickly obliged to his friends words, worried about your future relationship with him.

he didn’t want to ruin your relationship, but surely he didn’t want to hide it from you.

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once gavi had arrived home from the club, he was welcomed with your light snores coming from your bedroom. he quickly went to the room, once he entered the room, he saw you and his heart melted. he looked at your relaxed expression, signifying you were deep in your sleep.

he couldn’t help but look at your face, only thinking about his actions he did earlier. he didn’t want to hide it from you, but his consciousness was starting to eat at him.

when you woke up in the morning, you felt your boyfriends big arms on you. you knew he went to the club to enjoy their victorious night, but you couldn’t help feel a little bit scared, not knowing if your boyfriend did anything that could affect your relationship with him..

but oh he definitely did something, and is hiding it from you..

you woke up and got ready for the day, having plans with your best friends at some local cafe later in the day.

you quietly did your skincare, and changed into some nice leggings and a sweater you had stolen from your boyfriends closet.

you got yourself ready, leaving your apartment and heading to your car.

you couldn’t believe the weather in barcelona, it was a nice and warm day, perfect weather for going out with your friends.

you arrived later at the coffee shop, waiting for your friends elena and victoria, who you knew always ran late.

while waiting for your friends outside the cafe, something scared you…

“estamos aqui hermosa!”, said your friend elena, catching you off guard immediately. (we are here beautiful)

“me asustaste estúpida! no me hagas eso para la otra vez!”, you whined. (you scared me stupid, don’t do that to me next time)

“pero hola!”, you said, kissing both your friends on the cheeks. (but hello)

you were having a fun time with your friends, catching up on the latest drama. but it went silent, and victoria suddenly brought something up..

“oyes y/n,” your friend victoria started. (hey y/n)

“miraste las fotos en twitter de tu novio?”, she said with voice a little bit shaky. (did you see the photos on twitter about your boyfriend?”

“no.. can you show me them?”, you said worried.

were the pictures bad? when were this pictures taken?

thoughts started to race through your head, possibilities were endless in this case, he could be cheating, it could’ve been anything..

you began to feel a bit nervous, you didn’t know if these photos were going to surprise you..

and it surely did surprise you..

once victoria turned her phone around, you immediately saw your boyfriend. but he just wasn’t alone..

he was with a girl..

throughout the post, there were multiple photos of them making out, with the girl on his lap. one specific photo caught your eye though..

pedri was pulling the girl off his lap..

you heart broke into pieces, you really loved gavi, everyone knew you did, and still he threw all your love to the ground like it meant nothing.

you couldn’t hold back any tears after the photos your best friend showed you.

“are these photos real..?”, you said, voice cracking from the tears running down your face.

“yes hermosa, i just saw it earlier this day.”, victoria said lowly.

“well,what are you going to do about it?”, your friend elena said.

well what else could you do but it cry?..

“no se chicas, la verdad es que me está doliendo mucho esto..”, you said, unable to breathe with how much tears were coming down your face. (i don’t know girls, the reality is that it is hurting me a lot)

your best friends quickly got up, not wasting any time to console you.

you were broken, nothing to say, nothing to even feel.

“break up with him amiga. you don’t deserve a cheater..”, your friend elena said..

“bueno, i guess i can do that..”, you said, breathing rapidly..

you loved gavi so much, but at that moment you felt nothing for him..

it was like your spark ended..

you never thought he’d do such things.. but he had such a platform, it should’ve been obvious he was going to screw around with you..

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once your cafe date was over, you drove home, awaiting to have a conversation with gavi.

when opening your door, you were met with a stressed out gavi, roaming around your kitchen, seeming like he was going to explode any moment..

“gavira, may i talk to you for just a moment?” you said dryly with no emotion.

he could tell something was up, his heart was racing thinking about his actions and if you’d found out.

“yes mi amor, what happened?”, he said nervously, picking at his fingers.

“tell me why there’s pictures of you kissing another girl at some damn club?” you yelled, not being able to contain your anger.

“i-i can’t explain y/n!”, he replied nervously. he knew he fucked up, and now his relationship could be broken at this moment.

“i don’t need any explanations or nothing gavira! this what we have, it’s over.”, you yelled at him, voice rasping.

gavi’s mouth dropped. he couldn’t believe what even came out of your mouth.

with him processing what you said, you took your chance and left the apartment. saying goodbye to where you thought home was.

although it was sudden, it was really over for you two.

sometimes love can get you feeling so many things, but once you find something out, it’s like a bunch of pieces of your heart break.

that is what you felt right now..

regretting ever being in a relationship with him…

a/n: i kinda rushed this so it’s not proofread, ill read it again tomorrow and make updates! thank you so much for the support 🫶🏻