#hector fort one shots

[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.

[strawberryblue-blog]

Kisses —FC BARCELONA.

summary: What are their kisses like or how do they like to kiss you?

warnings: none. cute, soft, fluff, headcanon.

—Pedri Gonzalez.

His kisses are too long and affectionate. He likes the sensation of feeling you close to him, he thinks it is intimate and the most tender way to show love.

He could spend hours kissing your lips, soft and delicate, showing you how much he likes your lips. He is very shy at times but if you kiss him first, he will not be able to stop.

Your soft and full lips are like an addiction for Pedri, he loves the sensation of feeling them on his skin at any time. Whether on his cheeks or forehead. During sex, he also kisses your lips a lot, especially to silence his squeals and to make you feel loved. Because he really loves you and your lips a lot.

—Pablo Gavi.

One of the most amateur kissers in history, not of your lips but of your neck and jaw. He likes your lips but is obsessed with the soft, supple skin of your neck.

Especially because he likes to mark his trails, so when his lips are on your neck, he will play with you until you turn red. He loves the sensation of hearing you gasp and laugh at the same time.

During sex, he prefers not so much to kiss as to watch. Watching you is more his thing, but, after the action he is very affectionate and caring. Maybe there he kisses you too much to make up for what he couldn't kiss you before.

—Ferran Torres.

Ferran knows what a good kisser he is, he always received compliments about it and you always remind him of it. So when he is with you he likes to kiss you all the time because he knows how much you like his kisses.

He kisses you anywhere, no matter where it is, he knows how to make your skin bristle with so little. On your lips, neck and shoulders. Your shoulders are his weakness.

When you are having sex he doesn't kiss so much because he likes to concentrate on you but from time to time he seeks your lips. His kisses are very long and seductive.

—Fermin López.

Fermín loves kissing, loves kissing you and loves to be kissed by you. An exchange of mutual love which, for Fermín, is heaven itself. He loves to feel your lips on his, short or long, he doesn't care.

He could kiss you all day long, on your lips, your thighs, your belly, your neck or your face. He's super cheesy and tender. He knows you like it and he will take advantage of it to feel you.

Not necessarily during sex, because sometimes he can't hold back the moans and has to let them out but after he's done, he'll be a ball of love. He will kiss you so much, until you fall asleep. Just like the next morning, he will wake you up with his kisses.

—Alejandro Balde.

Although he loves to kiss your lips, his lips always find your hands to kiss them delicately. He is so tender and delicate, he loves to make you feel like a princess.

Although your lips are his favorite, he will kiss them whenever you can. Every now and then he will give you a peck on your lips. He finds it fun and romantic. He is obsessed with your mouth, so lips and tongue for him.

When you are having sex, he likes to kiss you even more. It's a different kind of connection and he loves to feel your warm lips on his.

—Hector Fort.

He's definitely a kisser, a lot. Too much. And not only that, he kisses like the gods. Hector has a gift and he knows how to use it on you.

Kissing your neck, chest and shoulders is his favorite pastime while you're together. No matter what you do he will come and take his time with you. He concentrates on you, kissing your skin delicately with that seductive and haughty touch he has.

During sex he kisses much more your breasts or shoulders than your lips. But when you're done, he'll take care of leaving you with lungs and lips asleep.

—Lamine Yamal.

He is overconfident and despite being young, he has a certain amount of experience. He loves to kiss you either on the lips or on your forehead, he finds it protective and tender.

He likes to kiss your nose too, as a little detail he has with you. But sometimes he plays rough and wants you to kiss him and take the initiative.

In sex he is a little kisser but not so much, maybe more your neck or bite your shoulders but he will definitely do it when he finishes and kiss you for a while afterwards.

—Pau Cubarsí.

He is not a big fan of kissing on the lips because he thinks he doesn't give them correctly. He's still young and just learning, he's also a bit insecure.

Clearly he doesn't agree with that, Pau is a good kisser and when he kisses you he is intense and fiery. But he likes it when you kiss him long and deep.

He prefers to kiss your face how, forehead, nose, cheeks and ears. He finds it tender and that is his way of showing his love. In bed he may be a little more kissy to show his love for you, he likes to be gentle and soft with you.

[httpsdana]

Hey! Have you thought about writing for hector fort.

Him and his girlfriend are cuddeling and she starts tracing his tattoo. Just a cute moment with him enjoying the feeling. You could make them talk about their future together or something.

Feel free to ignore!

Tattoos~Hector Fort

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

I decided to write this hector fic then start with the series. I got a few ideas but I'm still not sure who it will be about. enjoy this <3

@hectorth wrote something similar before me go check it out too 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Hector had a day off before going back to training, so he took this as a chance to sleep in while settling in the arms of his girlfriend. However, she had other plans. She was an early bird, waking up by 8 in the morning. If she tried to move, Hector would wake up, and that's the last thing she wanted to do.

She turned in Hector's arms, resting his head on her chest and an arm draped over her waist. Sitting there for a few moments she got bored quickly. If she tries to reach over to her phone Hector will wake up.

Subconsciously, her fingers started tracing the tattoo which she adored oh so much on Hector's arm. Her fingertips moving softly on the ink on his skin. The small gesture made Hector stir a bit in his sleep. She didn't stop though. Her fingertips kept dancing on his skin until he opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"mhm buenos dias amor" he mumbled, his voice deep from the slumber he woke up from

"good morning baby" she said back, pressing a small kiss in his curls.

"how long have you been awake, why didn't you wake me up?" he asked her, sitting up a bit.

"you needed this sleep I didn't wanna disturb" she ran one hand through his curls, the other one still on his tattoos

"don't be silly, wake me up next time" he said, resting his head back on her chest

"you know I'm gonna add a tattoo for you" he said. y/n smiled and looked down at hi

"will you?" she asked, failing to hide her huge smile

"of course, and when we have kids I'll add a tattoo for them too" he looked up at her with a smile

she slapped his head gently in a joking manner, trying to hide her blushed cheeks. He chuckled softly at her actions

"I see you already planned our future have you?" she asked with sarcasm, a smile still on her face

'of course, I even planned the names of our kids, and the wedding and our house. don't worry everything is planned out" he said

y/n laughed and shook her head at him.

"tell me your plans" she urged him to speak

"well first of all if we have a girl she'll be called Lucia Alexia Fort. how does that sound?" he looked up, an excited smile on his face. Her heart melted and the joy and excitement on his face. She leaned down and pecked his lips a few times

"I like it, Lucia is such a cute name, why Alexia though?" she asked

"well just because she's a girl doesn't mean she's not gonna be playing football. Alexia just a motivation for her to be like Alexia Putellas" he said. y/n pouted at his explanation, realizing how lucky she got with her boyfriend

"aww you're so cute...I assume the boy's middle name will be Lionel right?" she asked, Hector sat up immediately and nodded his head

"yes! I'm not sure about the first name but Lionel is definitely there" he said, a wide smile spread on his face

y/n sat there, admiring how passionately Hector spoke about their future together. He kept talking about their wedding and house, while she admired every single feature in his face

"i love you" she interrupted him, making him raise his eyebrows, blood rushing into his cheeks. He dropped down on her chest, hiding his red face from her. She giggled softly, kissing the top of his head

"i love you too" he mumbled into her chest, refusing to look up at her

[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]

Can you write hector fort x FC Barcelona intern reader where she's talking with her supervisor in the area the boys are training and Hector got interested in her, then she and the supervisor go talk w the boys and Hector start showing her his interest for her. (sorry for my bad english😭)

Only angel — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Héctor first saw you, he swore you looked just like an angel.

Word count: 980+

Disclaimer/s: fluff , reader is a sports photographer intern + the supervisor is made a up person (oc sort of) !

A/N: haven’t written for Héctor in a while so hi!! this was lame and bummy asf but whatever..

Walking through the quiet halls that lead around Ciutat Esportiva building, you take a peak into one of the open doors. Luckily for you, it held just the person you were searching for.

“María?” You call out, pressing a hand onto the wooden door and pushing it open further. “It’s me.”

The dark haired woman glances up from her desk, smiling at the sight of you. “Oh! Good! You found me, I was beginning to wonder wear you were.”

María was a friend of your aunts, so when she found out about your interest in sports and photography, she offered you an internship. It’d made your year, and today was your first official day.

“Yeah, I got a little… lost.” You chuckle, closing the door behind you. Finding a seat in front of her desk, you clasp your hands together. “Where do we start?”

María’s eyebrow lifts, amusement flashing across her face. “Eager, aren’t we?”

“Very.” You nod vigorously, “and a little nervous.”

Standing up, she grabs her camera and another, “this one’s for you.” She beckons for you to grab it, which you do with wide eyes.

“Oh wow.” You exhale, “this is.. thank you.”

“You’re welcome, now, let’s go meet the team, shall we?”

The walk up to the field was, well—it took a lot of breathing. The stairs had nearly winded you. Brushing a few pieces of hair from your face and straightening your shirt, you take a look around. Your eyes landed on a lot of different people.

It was hard not to be in awe seeing the players of your favorite team only feet away from you, live in action. María, beside you, watched you with a smile. “Impressed?”

“Very.” You laugh.

Twenty feet away from you stood Héctor Fort, his eyes trained on you curiously. Leaning to his left, he nudged Pau. “Who’s that?” He asks, pointing in your direction.

Pau followed his line of sight, shrugging when he didn’t recognize you. “No clue. But if she’s with María, i’m assuming family or maybe an assistant.” He glances at his friend, who was still staring. He smirks, “chill out, you don’t know how old she is.”

“Why would you say that?” Héctor gasps, swatting the back of Pau’s head. His friend laughs, jogging away from him.

Héctor’s eyes look back to you, his heart skipping a beat as you laughed at something María said. You looked like an angel with the sun shining down on you as your smile brightened.

When it came time for their water break, María leads you to the group. You followed her, nervously fidgeting with the straps that held her camera securely around her neck. “Boy’s!” The woman called out, waving to get their attention.

Hansi Flick, their coach, turned to face you first. He says something to the team, which you couldn’t hear, but it has their rowdiness turning into calm behavior.

“I’d like you to meet my new intern,” María introduces you, and in turn, the guys all say their ‘hello’s’. “She’ll be working alongside me and when i’m gone, she’ll take my place. Please be kind to her.”

Your lips had formed a pursed lipped smile while nerves wracked your body. It was awkward having so many eyes, much less all men’s eyes, on you.

Once that humiliation ritual was over, you found a seat on the sidelines where María suggested you sat while she ran back to her office to grab a few more supplies.

You snapped pictures here and there, not realizing you’d focus on one person in specific. Héctor Fort. He was your age, your friend’s favorite player, and he was cute—very photogenic.

You were clicking through the photos you’d taken, deleting the bad ones and smiling proudly at the good ones. You failed to notice when a shadow came over you, too enthralled in your camera.

“Hello?” A deep voice spoke above you, nearly scaring you. Nearly.

Snapping your head up, you come face to face with the man who belong to the picture you were just looking at. “Oh! Hey! Sorry, I didn’t notice you! Do you need something?”

Héctor shrugs, “just wanted to introduce myself. I’m—“

“Héctor.” You force a quick smile, “I know.”

A faint flush spreads across his cheeks. “Right. I suppose you would.” His eyes drift down to your camera, “is that me?”

Now it’s your turn to blush. “Uhm, yeah. I was taking individual pictures while I wait for María.” There’s a beat of silence, in which you realize he’s waiting to see it in full. “Oh! Here.” You take the strap off around your neck and diligently hand the camera to him.

Heart spreads across your hands when his fingers graze yours. He examines the picture, an impressed look passing over his expression. “Wow, this is.. really good.”

You laugh, “it’s really not that impressive. But, thank you anyways.” A sense of pride swells in your chest, his approval meaning more to you than he might have known.

“Could you send it to me?”

Blinking at him stupidly, you don’t catch onto the fact that he wanted you to send it to his number. “Sure! I can have María email it to you.”

Héctor suppressed a smirk, your obliviousness only made you all the cuter. “I meant send it to me, personally. As in, my number.”

Oh! Oh, right. Because he definitely wasn’t lowkey asking for your number.

“For sure, yeah. Like, me? Or, María..” You trail off. You sounded silly stumbling over your words so hard.

“After practice, find me. I’ll give you my number.” He smiles, “it was nice meeting you,” he says your name, and the way it rolled off his tongue so smoothly had your heartbeat stuttering.

“You too.” You force out, waving goodbye to him as he walks away. You were really starting to love this internship.

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[rwshfordgirl]

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲

summary: the time has come for hector and his friend to confess their feelings for each other. paring: hector fort × reader! a/n: today i add a new name to my masterlit! i hope you like this one, because i almost deleted everything (unfortunately we are going through a writing crisis lmao

"i really think you should go after it" patricia said as she sat across from me at the library table. "never, ever." i said after rolling my eyes. "he's a good kid and you've known each other for a long time." paula also weighed in "what could possibly go wrong?"

i wish from the bottom of my heart that they would stop talking about this subject, i wish that they would stop talking about

hector but i see that this will be almost an impossible mission. since almost all the girls in the group have found a boyfriend, everything they talk to me is related to when i will have mine. and i can't lie, i would also like to know when i will get mine.

"everything, absolutely everything." i replied as if i was having a fit of impatience and the girls looked at each other. i was embarrassed by how i got carried away, but at least they went back to focusing on the activity they were doing and left me alone. "you'll regret not saying anything." paula made one last comment almost in a whisper and i shrugged.

hector fort is going to make me stop talking to my best friends very soon and it will be their fault. i should tell him this, he would definitely laugh. "do they think we would make a good couple?" he would ask and then roll on the floor, crying with laughter and holding his stomach. or maybe not. maybe he would put a lock of my hair behind my ear and pull me closer, ready to lock lips.

but what the hell, i shouldn't think about that. i come out of the trance and go back to working on my computer. thinking about hector fort won't do me any good, just confusing thoughts and an absurd desire to go to his house and ask what's going on in his head?

does he think i don't notice his staring at me when we're in the same room? does he think i don't notice him coming to get in the middle of my conversations with others boy? does he think i don't mind his caresses in my hair, in my leg? but then again, friends do that, don't they?

"i have to go, bye" i slammed the computer shut and threw it into my backpack. hector is going to ruin my friendships and my computer, what a pain. the girls didn't understand anything and i don't want to explain anything now. but i want to hear explanations, i want to ask hector the questions i just asked myself mentally. i think my period is coming soon even though i don't think madness is a premenstrual symptom.

"are you home?" i texted him "yes, are you coming to see me?" he replied in two seconds "yes." i replied and put the phone away. i want to know what hector thinks of me, what he feels for me.

strangely too determined, i knocked on his door after fifteen minutes of walking, hector was waiting for me sitting on the sidewalk in front of his house. he smiled when he saw me arriving "did something happen or do you just want to see me?" He asked approaching me and crossing his arms "something happened." he looked at me confused and quickly nodded for me to enter the house with him.

"tell me your problem." he said, leaning on the kitchen counter. i looked at him for a few seconds, wondering if he was really going to say everything that was on my mind.

"you're my biggest problem right now." fort stared at me with wide eyes ready to open his mouth but he'll only speak after i say everything i want. "my friends are convinced that you and i should be a couple. it's an absurd idea, but it messes with my head enough to keep me thinking about you all day long." i swallowed hard "they have no idea. they have no idea that i keep trying to understand the reason for your stares fixed on me, your caresses and a bunch of other things you do to me. so hector, what do you want me to interpret from this?"

hector was silent for long seconds that felt like hours. he left where he was, standing next to me on the counter. his arms were crossed, his eyes fixed on me. i could feel the blush taking over me.

"i like you." he admitted then gave an awkward chuckle "i like you so much it hurts. and it's not just as a friend. every time i talk to you, every time i hear you laugh, every time i see you..." he paused "i feel more certain that I'm in love with you."

definitely what i wanted to hear. i directed my gaze towards him, even though i was still digesting what was said. 

hector can't even imagine the feelings i've had for him since we were kids. i think that's why i get upset when girls start talking about him to me, i didn't want to have to admit to myself how i felt about him.

"i like you too." i said almost whispering. fort came even closer and placed a strand of my hair behind my ear, just like i imagined earlier "that's great." he said before making our lips touch.

okay, i can't believe i'm kissing hector fort. and i'm definitely not going to tell the girls about this anytime soon. i'm going to keep pretending that hector and i together is something impossible.

[mo-ali-m]

Amg, vc pode fazer um Hector Fort X reader em que eles estão em um relacionamento sério e mesmo depois de anos ele continua obcecado nela, aí quando ela tá fazendo qualquer coisinha ele fica observando e simplesmente puxa ela e da um beijão até ela ficar sem ar (aí ela fica toda vermelha de vergonha e ele fica mais vidrado ainda e começa a distribuir beijinhos no rosto dela)

Oi amor! Aqui está ;)

Doce obsessão - Hector Fort

Avisos: nenhum

One shot curtinho apenas para ver Hector apaixonadinho.

Muitas pessoas podem, e devem, pensar que namorar um atleta era dar um tiro no próprio pé. Obviamente a maior parte dessas pessoas tinham razão em ter desesperança de um bom relacionamento com uma figura pública no meio esportivo, ainda mais se tratando de jogadores de futebol, com rumores de traição circulando pela mídia e constantes absurdos os envolvendo.

Mas não você, quer dizer, não mais você pensava assim.

Depois de três anos saudáveis de relacionamento com Hector Fort você acabou percebendo que tudo não passava de perspetiva. Todo mundo pode trair todo mundo, mas normalmente essas pessoas não olhavam para seus parceiros como ele te olhava. Você pode se lembrar dos momentos que tiveram antes de namorarem, quando a amizade reinava predominantemente e ambos eram dois bobos apaixonados com medo demais de perder um ao outro para revelar isso. Hector costumava mesmo nessa época ser um cavalheiro com você, te buscando em sua sala na escola mesmo estudando em uma sala diferente, ficando em silêncio enquanto você passava horas tagarelando a respeito de algo que amava, ou mesmo quando iam embora juntos compartilhando um único fone de ouvido e uma playlist que ele fez pra vocês em segredo.

Tudo naquele garoto gritava paixão por você, desde os mínimos detalhes. E isso não mudou depois de anos de relacionamento, muito pelo contrário, aparentemente você se tornava mais apaixonante a cada dia que se passava.

Por isso ele te olhava como fazia nesse exato momento. Era sexta-feira, um dia de pós jogo vitorioso contra o Mallorca, o que significava Hector e alguns de seus companheiros de equipe saindo para um encontro em comemoração. Flick os tinha liberado mais cedo do treinamento e seu namorado invadiu seu apartamento para se aprontar contigo, o que não era nenhum problema já que quase todo o guarda-roupa dele tinha feito morada no seu.

— Ñena, você viu meu brinco? Eu o deixei por aqui, mas agora não encontro — a voz dele soou confusa enquanto você terminava sua maquiagem.

Um sorriso escapou dos seus lábios quando a figura masculina apareceu na porta do banheiro, mãos na cintura e cenho franzido. As esferas castanhas dele imediatamente percorreram seu corpo coberto por um vestido preto que ele se lembra de ter te dado de presente no final de semana passado, sua postura relaxando instantaneamente diante da esplêndida visão de você.

— Está dentro da minha caixa de jóias, sabe, aquela que está em cima da penteadeira e você sabe que guardo todos os meus brincos — a zombaria escapou de você com um sorrisinho, o delineador escorregando delicadamente pela sua pálpebra.

Fort assentiu, muito ocupado se esgueirando por detrás de você para observá-la. Os braços firmes logo percorreram o caminho de sua cintura enquanto ele apoiava a cabeça em seu ombro, um suspiro contente lhe escapando.

— Gosto desse vestido em você — sussurrou admirado — Te deixa ainda mais perfeita.

A cor carmesim coloriu suas bochechas e você se apressou em terminar os últimos retoques, prevendo que a conversa dele te faria derreter a qualquer momento.

— Pare de ser um galã e vá buscar seus brincos.

A risada de Hector fez seu coração dar cambalhotas ao mesmo tempo que seu sorriso obrigava as borboletas do estômago dele a se revirarem.

Girando-a, seu namorado encontrou seu olhar tímido. A satisfaça o preencheu notando que mesmo depois de tanto tempo ele ainda possuía o mesmo efeito em você de quando começaram a namorar.

A mão masculina acariciou seu rosto antes dele se inclinar em sua direção, os lábios roçando os seus suavemente.

— Você é sempre tão fofa, não me julgue por amá-la demais — murmurou deixando um selinho em você, suas mãos cobriram os ombros dele para te manter firme.

— Os meninos estão nos esperando, ainda preciso calçar os saltos.

Hector apenas negou com a cabeça, se abaixando para capturar seus lábios em um beijo apaixonado. Imediatamente você correspondeu, o corpo esquentando de afeição pela delicadeza com a qual ele a segurava, as palmas quentes cobrindo tanto sua bochecha como a cintura. A língua macia e calorosa se enredou na sua, movendo-se com um cuidado que somente seu namorado possuía para contigo, uma adoração em cada detalhe da interação que Hector só permitia se aflorar por ti.

O beijo foi quebrado com um estalo baixo, mas ele não se afastou, deixando carinhos e beijos rápidos e macios pelo seu rosto maquiado e pescoço perfumado com o aroma de baunilha favorito dele. Hector suspirou, apaixonado, contente, como um verdadeiro molenga e se afastou o bastante para te dar outro beijo.

Um celular começou a tocar, mas se dependesse do homem nenhum de vocês saberia de quem era ou mesmo o remetente da ligação. Então com uma risadinha tímida você se afastou levemente, espalmando as mãos no peito tonificado dele, o queixo indicando a porta.

— Deve ser Lamine, vá verificar enquanto pego o que falta.

Hector protestou mas desistiu rapidamente ao ver seu olhar repreensivo.

Com um suspiro resignado ele te soltou, sentindo as mãos congelarem pela falta do seu calor corporal. O corpo alto e desolado escorrendo para fora do banheiro iluminado, até que ele parou, a cabeça virando em sua direção por cima do ombro apenas para olhá-la uma última vez. A respiração profunda dele indicando tanto sua admiração quanto a vontade insana de capturar seu perfume por mais um tempo.

Você sorriu envergonhada, jogando uma escova em sua direção.

— Ande logo!

Ouvindo a risada travessa dele você negou com a cabeça, apenas aceitando o fato de que era a musa de Hector, aquela que ele sempre se disponibilizava a admirar e não aceitava se separar.

Sempre foi assim, e pelo andar da carruagem, sempre será.

[ikram1909]

“only hector left” are you forgetting this

https://x.com/evtpe/status/1718934508345651262?s=46

This interaction sends me because it looks like Hector was fighting for his life to get Gavi's attention 😭😭

[pepexpablito]

hihi i am not sure if u know bout f1/f2 and if u dont feel free to ignore this but hector and reader meeting for the first time. The reader is a driver for formula 2 and they are racing in spain. because of this they have to shoot a promotional video( with other team members and readers teammate) they get paired up for the video/ shooting ends. next day their edits are all over tik tok and its all basically hector giving the reader heart eyes throughout the video

i have no idea what f1 and f2 is so i tried to google it to see if i could learn so i could still write the ask but i still have no idea srry 😫🤦🏼‍♀️

[rosiestillrosie]

01. Masterlist ⠀ ⠀ ⠀mostly ⠀ ⠀ football

⠀all recommendations has to have a song of reference ．⠀ I love to work based on songs ㅤۗㅤand don’t request too much pls⎯⎯⎯   ⠀ ⠀ 📌

" Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: The X

( 𝚒. )⠀⠀⠀WHO I WRITE FOR⠀⠀⠀〜⠀

⠀ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶⠀⠀BARCA⠀;

⠀⠀[ Hector fort . . ]

⠀⠀[ pau curbssi . . ]

⠀⠀[ lamine yamal. . ]

⠀⠀[ pedri . . ]

⠀⠀[ gavi . . ]

⠀ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶⠀⠀OTHERS⠀;

⠀⠀[ Jobe Bellingham . . ]

⠀⠀[ Kenan yildiz . . ]

⠀⠀[ Arda guller . . ]

⠀⠀[ Marc guiu . . ]

⠀[ joao Felix . . ]

[lovemicheal]

yeah, sure, kounde has played damn near every minute of every game this season, but why you would sub him out not even sixty minutes into the game and have a right hand side that has MAYBE ninety minutes of total playing time together while you’re down a goal is definitely a questionable coaching decision

[sports-on-sundays]

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

love to hate you / Héctor Fort

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

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

Requested?: Indeed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She's bothering me!" Héctor snaps.

"Your very presence bothers me!"

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

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

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

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

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

"He's annoying," you claim.

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

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

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

You love to hate Héctor.

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

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

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

"Shut up!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Strange things come from eavesdropping on long phone conversations.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or at least you think you hate each other.

Right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Except for you and him, of course.

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

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

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

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

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

Your jaw drops. You heart pounds in your ears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you smile a little back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, because-"

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

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

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

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

And yours is a real kiss.

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

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

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

[strawberryblue-blog]

Hey, hope you’re good. For the Barcelona football player povs, could you maybe do one about the moment he realised he was in love with you, thanks :)

FALLING IN LOVE

—FC BARCELONA.

summary: How would boys react when they realize they are in love?

words: +1.5k

warnings: none. cute, soft.

song recommendation:

Pedri González.

You were probably one of his first loves. Maybe he once loved someone but not like he does you. He really wanted to take things slowly but after not being able to hide his feelings, he would accept that he is completely in love with you.

Although he still doesn't know whether to tell you, he trusts you and knows that you would never hurt him, but he will wait for you to tell him so as not to influence your decision.

But he is very in love and you will see how he begins to have different attitudes towards you, his hands look for yours all the time, his eyes do not stop looking at you, his voice changes when he talks to you.

Ferran Torres.

You just got out of a relationship and didn't think you could fall in love again so quickly. But Ferran will not hesitate to tell you that her feelings have changed and now he sees you differently.

He really loves you, like you are the right person for him, he likes you with all your strengths and weaknesses. The way you laugh, when you seek his warmth, when he embarrasses you at his compliments.

He really admires and is proud to be able to say that he loves you. Because for him you are an honest, loving and kind person. So how not to fall in love with you?

Joao Felix.

Like Ferran, Joao also just broke up from a somewhat complicated relationship and although he thought he would not fall in love again for a long time, you arrived to ruin his plans (in a good way).

It was inevitable for him to think that you were a great woman, with clear values, principles and objectives. A woman who knows she wants him and loves that.

Compared to his previous relationships, this time Joao feels that it is real. That you understand and complement each other, that you don't need to tell the world about yourself but that you love and support each other.

Pablo Gavi.

For Gavi, loving you is something new in his life. Maybe she has had the odd romance but none like yours. He is completely lost in you.

Like a youthful romance and one of those that will last a lifetime. Gavi admires you, supports you and loves you no matter what. Willing to learn from you and everything that loving you entails.

He's a gentleman, he likes to be affectionate with you, tell you cheesy things, take you to cute places. He will show you to the world, because he loves you and he wants everyone to know it.

Fermín Lopez.

You have known each other since you were little and how could you not fall in love with such a man? He is everything to you.

Fermín is the person that everyone wants by their side, affectionate, kind, careful and respectful. And he loves you unconditionally. He has loved you forever, since you used to play in the gardens of his house.

I always accepted his feelings for you and he was always direct because he knows what he wants and that's you. So he's an old romantic and will treat you like the queen you are.

Marc Guiu.

Maybe at first he tries to hide his feelings, we all know that he likes to seem like a tough man but deep down he is not.

He is completely in love with you and he won't be able to hide it for long. Because he loves it when you laugh, when you get close to him, when You are free and fun.

He likes it when you care about him and take care of him, it makes him want to love you more than he should. So he will confess and he won't let you go, he is determined to have you in his life and he knows that you want it too.

Héctor Fort.

You are the first girl he has liked since he can remember and it will be a little shy and embarrassing for Hector. He doesn't know how to tell you, act, or approach you.

He will probably feel a little insecure at first but he will gain confidence when you are the one who approaches him and shows him that you are also interested.

Everything will be like the first time with him, loving each other, understanding each other, taking care of each other, but it will be so magical because Héctor is simply in love with you in every way.

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Morning Run~Hector Fort

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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

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Anything for you | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x gf!reader

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

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

word count . . . 1.6k+

warnings . . . kissing so fucking much

faceclaim . . . N/A

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, you'd do anything for him.

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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.