#hector fort oneshots

[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

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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

[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 / Part 1

Summary: Héctor x best friend!reader - Héctor being a stupid little adorable idiot in love. Link to part 2

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.

[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.

[n0vazsq]

In love | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x barca!femeni!reader

summary . . . When you make eye contact with Hector during one of the practices, you never expected that he'd compliment you

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

word count . . . 2.1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . so uh i blinked and suddenly there were 2k words?? also ignore how it goes from formal ahh shakespeare english to normal midway <33 hope you like it!!

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

part 1 | part 2

. . . You were not one to demand attention.

Quiet and observant, you had spent the first few weeks at FC Barcelona Femení training with a single goal in mind; playing well and blending into the team. It was, after all, your dream opportunity, and you were determined not to squander it.

The others welcomed you kindly enough, encouraging you to open up, but you simply had not yet found your footing amongst the vibrant personalities surrounding you.

It did not help that the men’s team often occupied the adjacent field or sat observing from the sidelines. While your teammates would wave or occasionally chat with the men in passing, you remained distant.

It was not due to shyness, but rather a choice to remain professional. You did not want to appear unserious in a place you had worked so hard to reach.

Still, the presence of the FC Barcelona men’s team was not something one could easily ignore. Hector, in particular, seemed to be an everlasting presence in the area. He was among the younger members of the squad, but there was no mistaking his calm, collected demeanor both on and off the pitch.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t noticed him during those moments of shared closeness. Yet, much like the others, you treated him as an observer and little more.

That particular day of training started off as unremarkable as the others. The sun beat down over the pitches, and your teammates laughed and chatted as you stretched in preparation for the drills.

Your focus remained steady, blocking out the sounds of the men’s team as they arrived to observe. Hector was among them, naturally, along with his teammates who took their seats along the sidelines.

You might have paid them no mind had it not been for the social media team.

"Could we borrow you for a moment?" one of the FC Barcelona media staff called your name, motioning you over.

You hesitated before complying, jogging toward them and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You had avoided the spotlight so far, preferring to build your reputation quietly.

Still, there was no refusing a request that was for a part of your job. The social media staff smiled warmly when you approached.

"We’re doing a quick trend for the socials," one of them explained. "It’s nothing too demanding. Are you okay with that?"

You found yourself relaxing in their presence. "Yeah, that is perfectly fine."

As they prepared their equipment, you exchanged a few quiet jokes with the staff, earning surprised laughter that quickly turned infectious.

Though you were not one to show this side of yourself often, there was something about being in front of a camera in a controlled environment that brought it out.

You participated in their short clip; some trend that needed an enthusiastic and almost dramatic entrance.

It was the first time you allowed yourself to be seen laughing openly, your composure softening as you ran toward the camera with a wide smile.

You had not realized that the men’s team had a perfect view of the entire interaction.

Hector watched, his attention unwavering. The same player who had been so reserved for weeks was now smiling without clear happiness, her voice clear as she joked with the media staff.

He sat up straighter on the bench, exchanging glances with a few of his teammates who were already grinning knowingly.

"So she can speak," Lamine teased quietly, elbowing Hector.

"She’s just quiet." Hector replied defensively, though his gaze remained fixed on you. As you jogged back toward your teammates, you turned your head slightly. For a brief moment, your eyes met his.

Your breath caught in your throat. His expression was unreadable, though his stare was so direct that you felt heat rise to your cheeks. You quickly looked away, pretending to focus on rejoining the team. Hector smirked faintly as he watched you go.

"I think you scared her," Pau said, laughing.

Hector merely shook his head, though he could not deny the amusement he felt. There was something about you that intrigued him, not just the sudden glimpse of your laughter but the fact that you carried yourself so differently from the others.

The training session continued shortly after, with the focus shifting to some practice matches. You pushed any lingering embarrassment out of your mind, focusing instead on the drills.

Playing well had always been your safe zone. It did not matter who was watching or what they were thinking; on the pitch, you were simply you.

As the session progressed, you found yourself fully immersed in the game. The ball came to you cleanly, and your instincts took over. You made precise passes, quick decisions, and strategic runs that left even your teammates impressed.

Unbeknownst to you, Hector and his teammates remained glued to the sidelines, their casual commentary growing louder each time you touched the ball.

"Did you see that?" Marc exclaimed as you cut through two defenders effortlessly before delivering a clean pass to your teammate.

"She’s brilliant," Pedri added.

Hector said nothing, though his gaze remained fixed on you. Every movement you made seemed deliberate, yet natural. You played with a level of skill and composure that he found genuinely impressive.

When you scored a goal near the end of the match, a powerful strike that sent the ball soaring into the top corner, the men erupted on the sidelines.

"Hector, this is your moment!" Gavi shouted, earning a chorus of laughter. Hector shot them a warning look, though the corners of his mouth betrayed a small smile. His teammates, however, were relentless.

"You’ve been watching her this whole time," Pau teased. "Are you going to compliment her or just stare?"

"Mind your own business," Hector replied evenly, though he could feel his face heat ever so slightly. It was true, though. He had been watching you, and he could not deny the admiration he felt for how you carried yourself on the field.

As the match ended and the players left to cool down, you finally allowed yourself to breathe. The session had gone well, and you could feel the satisfaction that came from knowing you had done your best.

You took a seat on the grass, reaching for your water bottle when a shadow fell over you. Looking up, you blinked in surprise to see Hector standing there, his expression as composed as ever.

"You played really well today," he said simply, his voice steady.

You were momentarily caught off guard. Though you had been aware of the men’s team watching from the sidelines, you had not expected any direct interaction, especially not from him.

"Thank you," you replied, managing to keep your tone polite despite the warmth you felt rising to your face. "I appreciate that."

Hector tilted his head slightly, studying you as though he were searching for something unsaid. "Your approach to the game is impressive. I have observed you over the past few weeks, I've never seen such strategy."

You blinked at his unexpected honesty. "I try to focus on improving where I can," you admitted quietly. "There is still much I hope to learn."

He nodded slowly. "That mindset will pay you well." For a moment, there was silence between you, though it was not uncomfortable. Finally, Hector allowed a faint smile to tug at his lips. "You should smile more often. It suits you."

The comment caught you off guard entirely, and you felt your cheeks flush. Before you could form a response, Hector gave you a polite nod before walking away to rejoin his teammates, who were, of course, watching the entire interaction with great interest.

"Oh, he’s definitely in love," Lamine remarked loudly, earning laughter from all around.

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head at their behaviour, though you could not stop the small smile that crept onto your face.

From that day onward, something subtle shifted. You were still reserved, but Hector seemed to make a point of acknowledging you when their team was nearby.

Whether it was a simple nod of greeting, a brief conversation, or a lingering glance during training, it did not go unnoticed, by you or by his teammates, who took every opportunity to tease him for it.

As for you, it became harder to deny the quiet flutter in your chest every time your eyes met his. The once distant player from the sidelines was now someone who occupied your thoughts more often than you cared to admit. And though you were still focused on proving

A few days later, as you started gathering your things after another training session, you couldn’t ignore the subtle feeling of being watched. Sure enough, Hector was standing a little way off with the rest of the men’s team, their voices muffled by the distance.

From time to time, one of his teammates nudged him, whispering something that clearly earned a few laughs.

You rolled your eyes to yourself, amused but curious. You were just about to sling your bag over your shoulder when you noticed Hector heading in your direction. Again.

The rest of his team hollered softly behind him, their teasing unmistakable even from across the field. "Just go!" Marc called. Hector waved him off with an exasperated hand, but there was a faint pink tint to his ears as he approached you.

"You again," you teased lightly as he stopped a few steps away. "Should I start charging you for the compliments?"

Hector let out a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "I’ll consider it, though I might run out of money quickly at this rate."

You blinked, caught slightly off guard by his response, but you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face. "Flattery will only get you so far, Hector."

"I’ll take my chances," he replied with a grin, his confidence returning now that he’d earned a smile from you. There was a pause, short but heavy enough to hint at something more, before he cleared his throat. "Look, the guys are unbearable when they’re like this, so I might as well ask. Would it be completely out of line if I asked for your number?"

Your eyebrows raised in mock disbelief. "Are they watching right now?"

He sighed, glancing over his shoulder. "Very obviously."

And sure enough, when you looked past him, a few of the guys were pretending to 'stretch,' hands over their mouths as if that would hide their poorly contained laughter.

"You might want to tell them they’re not as subtle as they think." you said, shaking your head in amusement.

"I’m well aware," Hector muttered before returning his focus to you. "So… what do you say? Maybe if I text you, they’ll leave me alone. Consider it an act of mercy."

You tilted your head, pretending to consider it. "I’m not sure I believe that’s the only reason you’re asking."

"Maybe it’s not," he admitted, his voice dropping just a little. "You’re full of surprises. I’m just trying to keep up."

For a moment, you felt your face heat up at the unexpected sincerity of his words. Finally, you sighed with exaggerated reluctance. "Fine. Give me your phone."

Hector’s smile was victorious as he quickly handed it over. You typed in your number and passed it back, shaking your head as you did. "You owe me now, Hector. Don’t let your friends think this was their idea."

"Trust me, I won’t," he said with a quiet laugh, already saving your contact. "But I can’t promise they won’t still claim credit."

"You’re surrounded by instigators," you teased, starting to walk toward the locker rooms.

"I know," he called after you, his grin lingering. "But they’re right about one thing, I’m glad I came over."

You glanced back at him, shaking your head but unable to stop smiling. "Goodbye, Héctor."

"See you soon," he replied, stepping back toward his team, where they were already waiting to pounce on him.

Back with his teammates, Hector was greeted with playful shoves and whistles. "She gave you her number, didn’t she?" Marc asked smugly.

"Yeah, and she didn’t even charge him for it," Lamine added, earning a round of laughter.

Hector ignored them, though the faint smirk on his face gave him away. "You all really need new hobbies," he muttered, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

"Admit it, you’re blushing," Pau teased, leaning in close.

"Sure," Hector replied sarcastically, but even he couldn’t fight the grin threatening to spread. As his friends continued their banter, his mind kept drifting back to you; your teasing smile, your quiet confidence, and the way you’d handed him his phone like you already knew he’d text.

And as far as Hector was concerned, he absolutely would.

[emmylksblog]

Can u write some Marc guiu angst where him and the reader argue about him leaving Spain and Barcelona🥲

DON'T LEAVE ME // MARC GUIU

summary: you and marc get in a heated argument when you discover the news of his departure

content: angst, comfort

warnings: none

words: 1809 (clearly got inspired sorry)

a/n: i love happy endings, sorry if you wanted it to end with angst. what a shame i couldn’t express correctly how i really feel about him leaving 😭

Your day had started off poorly. You'd been stressed because of college assignments and the stress headache you had been dealing with all day had made it worse. To top it off, your back had been hurting because of your period, and even your favorite snack had tasted off.

The only thought that was keeping you going was the idea of going home to cuddle with your boyfriend after he finished his football training. You could already picture yourself curled up in his arms, comforted by his scent and the feeling of his embrace.

Finally, you finished your college assignments with the help of your friends and headed home quickly. You longed for a shower to wash off the day, wanting to look fresh for your boyfriend, who was sure to be hungry after his football training. You had about an hour before his training ended, which was just enough time to take a quick shower and order some takeout.

As you settle down to relax after your shower, you take out your phone to catch up on what's been happening today. But as you scroll through the news, you come across an absurd article: Marc Guiu is confirmed to be leaving Barça to join Chelsea. You feel a pang of worry in your chest. He hadn't mentioned anything about it to you. Was it true? Or just a rumor?

Just as you started to worry, the front door opened and Marc, your boyfriend, walked into the apartment. He looked exhausted from his football training but still smiled when he saw you. "Hey, babe," he said, walking over to you. "How was your day?"

He noticed the worried expression on your face, and his smile faltered. "Is everything alright?" he asked, sitting down next to you on the couch. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heartbeat. "Marc, I saw an article online today..." you begin, your voice shaky.

Marc looked at you, a quizzical expression on his face. "An article?" he repeated, his eyebrow arching in curiosity. "What kind of article?"

You hesitate, nervously chewing on your lip. "It was an article about you... leaving Barça and joining Chelsea," you say, looking at him anxiously waiting for his response.

Marc's expression changes instantly, and his face darkens. His voice was tight with annoyance. "And you believe it?"

You bristled at his tone, feeling your own irritation rising. "Well, it was a pretty convincing article," you retorted. "And it wouldn't be the first time a player decided to switch teams"

Marc bristles, clearly upset. "I can't believe you would trust some random article over me," he snaps. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want to burden you with details of my contract negotiations. But I thought you trusted me enough to believe me when I said nothing was confirmed yet."

"Well, excuse me for being a little freaked out when I see an article saying my boyfriend is leaving the team he's been with his whole career without even telling me," You say, feeling your own anger rising. "Maybe if you had been honest and transparent from the start, I wouldn't be worried."

"I am being honest!" Marc snapped, his voice rising. "I just didn't want to worry you until things were set in stone. And they still aren't, by the way. So you're getting all worked up over nothing."

"Nothing?" you repeat, your voice rising as well. "How is it nothing when it's your entire future? And what about us? You're just going to uproot your whole life and move thousands of miles away without even discussing it with me first?"

"I just didn't think you would jump to conclusions and start freaking out over a rumor," Marc protested, but his irritation was clear.

"A rumor that I had to find out from some online article instead of the person I thought wouldn't keep these things from me," you snapped back. "Honestly Marc, I thought we were better than this."

"I just don't think I should share every little detail of my life with you immediately." Marc protested.

"Every little detail? Are you serious?" you say incredulously. "Moving to a new country isn't a little detail, it's a major life decision. And you have the nerve to act like I'm overreacting for wanting to know if my boyfriend is going to be halfway around the world next season."

"I didn't say you were overreacting," Marc replies, trying to keep his voice level. "But I do think you're being awfully dramatic about this whole situation. And besides, even if I was leaving, it's not like it would be the end of the world. Long distance relationships are a thing, you know."

"Long distance relationships suck, and you know it," you snap back. "They're stressful and difficult, and they require a lot of trust and communication to make it work. And clearly, we're struggling with the communication part right now."

"You know what?" you say, feeling a mix of exhaustion and irritation. "I'm tired of this. I have college tomorrow morning, and I need some rest. We'll talk more in the morning when we've both calmed down."

Marc looks at you for a moment, then suddenly says, "Maybe that's for the best. Maybe we should just break up. This isn't going to work out, and you clearly don't trust me."

"Excuse me?" you say, shocked and hurt by his sudden suggestion. "You think breaking up is the solution here? We're just going to throw away our entire relationship because of one argument?"

Marc looks away, his expression hard. "It's not just about this argument," he says. "It's about everything. You don't trust me, I don't trust you, and we can't even communicate properly without fighting. Maybe it's time we face the fact that this just isn't meant to be."

"So that's it?" you say, you voice shaking. "You're just giving up on us? Just like that?"

Despite the pain in your chest, you force yourself to take a deep breath and try to think rationally. You look at Marc and see the exhaustion and frustration etched on his face, and you can't help but feel your own anger fading into sadness.

"Marc," you say softly, your voice quieter now. "I don't want to break up with you. I really don't. I just..."

You sigh, trying to find the right words. "I guess I just feel like I'm always the last to know with you. Like you keep things from me, and it hurts."

Marc looks at you, his expression softening slightly, as he hears the earnestness in your voice. His shoulders sag as he sighs, his own anger seeming to diminish as well.

"I don't keep things from you intentionally," he says, his voice low. "I just thought I was protecting you from needless stress, especially with everything you have going on with school and everything."

Marc leans back on the couch, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I'm just so frustrated," he says, his voice tight. "Everything in my life is going wrong. I'm stressed about my contract, the team is struggling, and now I can't even hold it together with you."

He looks up at you, his eyes pained. "I didn't mean to mess things up with you too. I honestly thought I was doing the right thing by trying to keep you out of it."

"Oh, baby," you say gently, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "You're being too hard on yourself. You've been an amazing boyfriend, and you've been doing a great job of protecting me from everything else going on in your life."

You scoot closer to him on the couch and reach out to touch his face, gently stroking his cheek. "I didn't mean to add to your stress, and I'm sorry for overreacting."

Marc looks at you, his eyes softening as you touch his face. "No, I'm the one who's sorry."

He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your skin. "I never meant to hurt you," he says, his eyes searching your face. "You mean everything to me."

You feel your heart melt at his words, and a wave of emotion washes over you. You reach up to hold his hand against your face, feeling his warmth and the comfort of his touch.

"I know," you say softly.

"Promise to not leave me," you say, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Marc lets out a soft chuckle, the tension in his expression fading at your words. "Don't worry, I have no plans of leaving you," he says, squeezing your hand gently.

"We'll figure everything out tomorrow," he adds. "For now, let's just focus on us, okay?"

"And speaking of focusing on us," you say, grinning at him. "We should probably also focus on that takeout food I ordered before all of this. I'm starving."

Marc laughs, the tension broken as he leans forward to grab the take-out containers. "You're right," he says. "La comida va primero" ("Food first")

The two of you both laugh, the serious conversation shifting into something more lighthearted.

"We're so dramatic," you say, shaking your head with amusement. "We've been through worse than this."

You lean in and place a gentle kiss on his cheek, feeling the stubble on his face against your lips. "I love you," you say, your voice warm.

Marc grins at you, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I love you too," he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him.

As you lean against him, Marc kisses the side of your head, his lips brushing against your hair. "You know, you were really hot when you were angry earlier," he says, a teasing note in his voice.

You laugh and swat at him playfully, feeling a flush of embarrassment at his words. "Shut up," you say, trying to sound indignant but unable to hold back a smile.

He laughs and pulls you closer, his hand rubbing circles on your back. "I'm serious," he says. "You're sexy when you're fired up like that. Even if it's at me."

Marc grins as you nuzzle your nose against his, clearly enjoying the playful moment. "Vale, me callo" ("Fine, I'll shut up") he says, but there's still a glint of teasing in his eyes.

He pulls you closer, wrapping both arms around you now.

You push aside the nagging thoughts about Marc's possible move and focus on the present, determined to enjoy the time you have with him now. You sink even deeper into his embrace, resting your head on his shoulder.

For the rest of the night, the worry and stress of the earlier argument fades into the background, and you hold onto Marc's promise that everything will be okay.

[lucy90712]

Period headcannon

Gavi 

- Pablo has a sister so he knows about periods and understands that you won't be feeling your best overall before and during your period 

- As much as he knows about periods when it comes to you it's different he used to just ignore Aurora and try not to interact with her too much but he cant do that with you and he doesn't want to as he wants to make you feel as good as he can

- To find out what to do he calls his sister who helpfully goes over all the details which Pablo hated hearing but he listened for you he even wrote some things down so he wouldn't forget anything he was supposed to do or get 

- After talking to his sister he goes out and buys all sorts of things like all your favourite snacks and plenty of chocolate as well as a selection of pads and tampons which was a complete minefield to him so he just picked up a range of things and hopes for the best 

- He will do pretty much anything for you when you are on your period if you finish your water he's up and refilling it for you before you can even move to do it yourself and he'll make dinner for you especially on the days when your cramps are the worst 

- Once Pablo gets used to being around you when you're on your period he really is the best he always knows what will make you feel better and he's willing to cuddle anytime you want which he does when you’re not on your period but he's especially cuddly when it's your time of the month 

Pedri 

- Pedri isn't stupid so he knows what periods entail but his mum tells him more things he should know when he told her about your relationship so he definitely has a pretty good idea of what goes on with your body 

- As much as he has some knowledge his mum made it very clear that periods are different for everyone and so he was very aware that he'd have to get used to what it was like for you and how you feel on any given day 

- It doesn't take him too long to work out things like when your cramps are going to be at their worst and when you will be feeling the most sensitive he also picks up on the signs that your period is due soon so he roughly knows when to go out and get you all your favourite snacks

- Pedri is really good at dealing with whatever you throw at him for example he knows when you are angry it's nothing to do with him it's just your hormones making you act like that so you don't mean to be short with him and he understands that 

- He knows exactly what to do when you are feeling certain emotions when you are angry he knows to give you some time alone when you are feeling upset he knows exactly how to comfort you as well which is usually with lots of cuddles 

- Pedri always wants to keep you happy especially during your period so he’s more than happy to do whatever you need him to do that will keep you happy and make life a bit easier 

Jude 

- Jude quickly learns what not to do or say when you are on your period which he definitely learns the hard way 

- He made the fatal mistake of calling you moody one time after you'd had a small argument which did not go well for him as it only made you more angry for a few minutes before your burst into tears all of which took Jude by surprise but after a scolding by his mum he learnt to not do that again 

- From that day on he never utters the word moody ever again instead he learnt that during your period you are more fragile mentally and things that wouldn't get to you on a normal day can make you cry for hours 

- To make you feel better he always gives you lots of compliments on anything that he knows you can be insecure about on a normal day he also makes sure to tell you that he loves and that he thinks you are beautiful just the way you are 

- Even when you are being moody Jude just leaves you be because it never lasts long and he's found it's best if he doesn't try and help because he can never do it right so it only makes you mad at him which neither of you need 

- Most months Jude gets you flowers when you are on your period as he notices that little things make you happy and it's something he can do quite easily that you always really love 

Joao 

- Joao is always prepared for when your period comes he keeps the bathroom stocked with the products you use and he makes sure that you have the right pain killers in the house as there are certain ones you like to take to help with cramps 

- He usually has a pretty good idea of when your period is due he doesn't track it a he thinks that's weird but he is able to pick up on the pms symptoms you get which gives him a pretty good indication 

- He likes to know when your period is due so that it doesn't catch him off guard as that has happened a few times and when you come home in tears after work he always thinks something bad has happened but that’s never been the case so he likes to prepare himself for the few days of heightened emotions and pain you'll be experiencing 

- When he can he likes to make your favourite meals for dinner as not only does it mean you don't have to cook but having your favourite comfort foods always makes you feel better and Joao likes to be able to make your day just a little better when he can 

- Another common occurrence is relaxing nights on the sofa usually by the end of the day you don't want to do much so when Joao is home you both cuddle on the sofa under a blanket together watching movies or whatever tv show you've been watching together at that time 

- Joao likes to try and make you feel as happy as possible on your period everything he does is to make you happy because he knows you never feel your best during that week so if he can brighten your day in any way he will 

Hector 

- The first time you told Hector that you were on your period he freaked out a bit he didn't expect you just to say it and he didn't know what to do as he didn't want to do or say the wrong thing and upset you or make you mad 

- He is quick to text some of his older friends who have girlfriends and ask them what he should do and after making fun of him for freaking out and acting like you were some sort of alien they told him the best things to do for you 

- From then he's pretty good he knows to just read each situation as it arises if you seem down or upset then he knows to try and cheer you up but if you are getting frustrated with something he knows to just let you rant or leave you alone 

- Hector will usually do pretty much everything you ask so if you want ice cream he will get you some as quickly as he possibly can even it involves going to the store to buy some, sometimes you don't even have to ask he will just greet you with your favourite chocolates when he sees you 

- He will also go and buy you pads/tampons if you are out but it will take him over an hour and require many texts to you as he doesn't know what all of it means although eventually he figures it out and gets what you need 

- He's always extra sweet to you when you're on your period as he definitely wouldn't want to go through that every month so he likes to treat you even more like a princess than he usually would as he thinks you deserve all the extra love 

Marc 

- Marc always does his best to be as supportive as possible when you're on your period whether that's giving you someone to rant to, a shoulder to cry on or just simply being there he'll do all of that just to make you feel better 

- He knows that being on your period isn't much fun and he knows that the hormones mess with your self confidence so he likes to make sure you feel beautiful at all times because he really does think you're perfect so he doesn't want you thinking you are anything less than that 

- Marc is always really helpful when you're on your period he always likes to bring you lunch while you're at school and if he can stay to eat with you he will and he will help you with any homework or assignments you have too as sometimes your brain just isn't working properly so he helps keep you on track and figure things out 

- Another thing Marc does is give you his clothes to wear he knows that being on your period is just generally uncomfortable so you like to dress as comfy and cozy as possible and Marc is happy to facilitate that by topping up your wardrobe 

- Whenever he sees you he brings another one of his hoodies for you and it's always one he's sprayed with his cologne as well because he knows you love that and you will secretly sit there and sniff anything he gives you which you think he doesn't notice but he does 

- Over the week or so of your period Marc just becomes the best boyfriend he's like an angel not that he doesn't treat you well on any normal day but he's extra attentive and sweet during that time as he knows you don't need anything else on your plate

[rafesgirliexoxo]

HARD LAUNCH - Pau Cubarsí

♡ summary | you hard launch your relationship with pau cubarsí on ig 🩷

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[iovebarca]

hii, i don’t know if you do it but can you do type of boyfriend of héctor fort pleasee?

Héctor is the type of boyfriend to ...

Authors note: I've never wrote anything for Héctor before and he honestly gives me player vibes😭 i hope yall are having a good day/night/morning!!!❤️

Warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me

Héctor is the type of boyfriend to listen attentively. - He pays close attention when you talk, showing genuine interest in your thoughts and feelings.

Héctor is the type of boyfriend to spoil you. - Whether it's a handwritten note, a new piece of jewelry, or a bouquet with your favorite flowers. He knows how to make you feel special.

Héctor is the type of boyfriend to share his passion for football. - He invites you to his games and you're of course wearing his jersey.

Héctor is the type of boyfriend to let you wear his medal when he wins something. - He thinks it looks better on you.

Héctor is the type of boyfriend to blow you kisses on facetime. - Even though you can't join him at away games, he still makes you feel loved no matter the distance.

Héctor is the type of boyfriend to send flowers to your apartment. - He just likes surprising you with them and of course it includes a cute note saying he misses and loves you.

Héctor is the type of boyfriend to send gifs as if his life depended on it. - He's happy, gif. He's sad, gif. He's mad, gif. There's always an appropriate one.

Héctor is the type of boyfriend to be affectionate in private and public. - Oh he. is. whipped.

Héctor is the type of boyfriend to give you hickeys. - He sees the way the other la masia guys look at you.

Héctor is the type of boyfriend to be aware of the sidewalk rule. - He once saw a video of it on tiktok and now when walking on the street, he makes sure to walk on the side closest to the road.

Héctor is the type of boyfriend to carry you if your feet hurt. - He knows your knees (hot girls have knee problems) and feet hurt after you've walked on heels, so he offers to carry you.

Héctor is the type of boyfriend to ask you to play with his hair. - He doesn't like anyone touching his hair except for you.

Héctor is the type of boyfriend to buy you a necklace with his initials engraved in it. - Seeing you wear his initials does something to him.

[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

[sports-on-sundays]

Oh...! Maybe you can make a part 2 of the fic Mama's Boy when they're on date or make a new one with the same trope because this is so cute and I can't stop reading it! 😆

mama's boy / Héctor Fort / Part 2

Summary: Héctor x best friend!reader - Héctor takes you on both of your first dates, his clear, awkward, huge crush on you funnily apparent. Link to Part 1!

Requested?: Yes! Thank you!

"...Héctor...?!" Lamine suddenly says louder, gently slapping Héctor's shoulder, snapping Héctor out of his deep thoughts. "Did you just hear any of what I just said?" the seventeen-year-old asks in slight exasperation.

"Uh... yeah, of course," Héctor replies, looking at the younger guy like a deer in headlights.

"Then what was it?"

Héctor sighs. "Alright. Maybe I didn't hear you. Sorry. What was it?"

Lamine shakes his head. "It doesn't really matter. Not really, in any case. But what's your problem lately, man?"

"What do you mean?" Héctor asks a bit too defensively and quickly.

"I don't know. It just seems like you're always zoned out and stuff. Is there anything going on?"

Héctor sighs, shaking his head, standing up to go. "No, no, it's nothing. Just got a lot on my mind. Anyway, I've got to go now. Bye, Lamine!" and he leaves before the boy can press him any more on the subject.

Because the truth is, he does have something on his mind. Something really big. And he hasn't been able to get it off his mind literally all week.

But it'd be awkward to tell Lamine the thing that's making him literally check out of conversations is all centered around a girl. And if Héctor knows Lamine enough, he also knows Lamine would never let him live that down.

Well, tonight is his date with you. Ever since he asked you out about five days ago now, at your house, in your room, all he can focus on are the nerves of that. You, the girl he's known for years, the girl that's always been so close yet so untouchable. He is taking you out on a date.

And you actually like him back.

Just the thought of that makes his chest tighten. How on earth is he going to survive a date with you, no matter how excited he is for it?

"You've been awfully quiet this car ride," Héctor's mama says in the car seat next to him.

Héctor sighs, shrugging. "Yeah, I guess so..."

"Aren't you excited for your date?" his mama says kind of teasingly, giving him a little nudge.

"Of course! I guess I'm just..." he trails off.

"You're just a bit nervous, but that's something you'd never admit to anyone out loud, huh?"

Héctor just smiles awkwardly, shrugging, and lets his silence be the answer to that question. After a few seconds, he sighs, unbuckling his seat belt, and saying, "I just hope I don't screw it all up."

"Hey, trust me, Héc. Look here for a second," his mama says.

He looks up, meeting his eyes. "Yeah. What?"

"You won't screw it up. I'm sure it'll go great. You've known that girl since you were both born. And I have, too, by the way. And if there's one thing I can tell, it's this: she likes you just as much as you like her. She's just less of an awkward idiot about it!" His mama laughs, giving him a little pat on the shoulder.

"Hey!" Héctor snaps back, unable to keep the smile from breaking out on his face at the tease from his mama.

She gives him a little pat, saying, "There's my boy's real smile. Now, go on, and have fun, Héc!"

He smiles and nods, getting out of the car, feeling a lot better than before.

Héctor replayed this scene in his head over and over, all week, perfecting it every time, until he was sure what he would do and say, in order to be perfectly smooth and charming, without being too corny, either.

The scene where you would walk up to him, and he'd take you inside the restaurant, and you'd sit down, and it would all go just the way he wants it to.

But all the sudden, as he sees you walking towards him, he feels his heart begin to pound in his chest, and the moment you reach him and say happily, "Hey, Héctor!" all other thoughts and plans of what he would say next fly right out of his head.

His mind goes blank, and instead of the smooth comment he thought he'd make right here, he just smiles stupidly and says, "Hi. I'm glad you came!"

You smile softly. "Well, I am, too. Let's go inside."

So the two of you walk in, and Héctor internally beats himself up at how much he's 'already messed up.' At least according to himself, that is.

So in an effort to fix his mistakes, as the two of you are escorted to your table, he suddenly gently slips his hand into yours and looks at you with a sweet little smile.

You smile back, blushing a bit, and squeeze his hand gently.

That's when he blurts, "You look really good today. I mean, like... I mean, you look beautiful... Uhm..." he clears his throat. "You look good every day, obviously, I mean. I just mean to say... you look especially pretty today."

You smile, feeling how awkward he's being. But regardless, you think it's cute. He's cute. And he's being sweet. So you say simply, "Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself." You can tell he's tried to look his best for this. His clothes are perfectly ironed, his shoes clean, every hair on his head perfectly in place. You can't help but smile softly when you think about the effort he must've put into all that as you both sit down across from each other.

You both begin looking over the menu, and as you do this, you say with a little smile, after you catch him giving you little glances for the fourth time, "You really like me, don't you?"

He smiles a bit and says, "There's a lot to like about you." Finally! Something that was at least half-smooth! his brain screamed, like as if he'd just scored the winning goal. Which is actually quite funny, considering the situation itself.

You smile and say, putting a hand to your chest, "Why, thank you!"

And he grins back at you, his eyes softening in some sort of deep affection that further tells you just how down bad he is for you.

"So, what are you going to get?" Héctor asks, beginning the small talk of the night, which, honestly, you're thankful for.

As the date goes on, though, you both settle into being more and more comfortable with each other, until it seems at the end you've both forgotten this was supposed to be any different than any other time you've just hung out and had fun with each other.

Until the time for you both to get going is nearing, and suddenly Héctor, apparently getting a newfound spark of confidence, reaches across the table to take your hand in his own. You look up, watching him inhale slowly, before meeting your eyes with his own and saying in a gentler, more serious tone than the teasing one that had lingered most of the evening between the two of you: "So... have you liked it?"

You smile as each of your hands seem to naturally entwine in each other's. "Liked what?"

"Tonight. Our date."

You beam. "Oh, Héctor, I've just loved it."

"Really?" he asks, his eyes sparkling.

"Don't you know that any time I get to spend with you is amazing? Come on now, Héctor," you gently tease.

He beams back at you, squeezing your hand.

That's when you finally feel comfortable enough to ask the unabating question that's been on your mind all week: "Héctor... how long have you liked me...? You know, in this way."

He seems hesitant. Maybe slightly taken off guard. But he doesn't let go of your hand, and after some silence, finally responds with, "The truth is, it's been longer than I've even known."

You can't help but laugh a bit at that, maybe a little nervously, saying, "What does that mean?"

Héctor smiles softly. "It means that I'm starting to think I've felt like this towards you for years. Like, at least five."

Your eyes widen at that as your heart rate begins to quicken. "Oh... my goodness, Héctor, that's so sweet...!" It really is. Hearing those words from him is so... touching.

He smiles awkwardly, glancing away from your gaze, before asking, "How long have you liked me? I mean, you do like me, right?"

"Héctor! Of course I like you! I like you a lot!" you exclaim, liking the way he happily looks back up at that. "I mean, I guess it hasn't been as long as you, but I've probably liked you for, like, at least eighteen months now."

He seems to be satisfied with hearing that, and says, "It kind of seems perfect, doesn't it?"

"What does?" you ask, your expression softening further.

"The way we've known each other... forever. Our families love each other, we have the same interests, we know all the little things about each other. It's almost as if..."

"...we're meant to be?" you finish after he trails off.

His eyebrows happily shoot up. "How'd you know that's just what I was going to say?"

You chuckle. "I guess we're just on the same wavelength, too, on top of it all, huh?"

He squeezes your hand, before daring to bring your hand up to his lips and gently kiss it, saying, "I guess we are, my princess."

You stare in awe at him, suddenly feeling like he's just shot you in the heart with an arrow of love, regardless of how cheesy that all seems. You can't help but giggle and tease, "Oh my God, Héctor. I didn't know you had that in you!"

He beams, admittedly seeming quite pleased with himself.

Soon, then, he pays for the meal, and the two of you stand up to head out. As you walk, Héctor links arms with yours, and once you're outside, he turns to grab your shoulders gently, face you, and look into your eyes. All you can see in them is simple, beautiful, complete joy. It's then that he whispers, "I hope you know... how much this means to me. All of this."

You stare at him. He so... close. It's not like you haven't been this close to him before- you have, many times.

But this time? This time, it just feels... well, different.

This time is different.

His thumb gently rubs your shoulder. The tenderness in his dark brown eyes...

You swallow.

"You're so beautiful... I'm so glad I get the privilege to be so close to you. I'm so glad you're my best friend."

"And I'm so glad you're my boyfriend," you suddenly blurt with a silly little smile, your heart pounding at the words you just let slip from your lips.

His eyes immediately widen. "You... You really want to...?"

You lean in close, gazing up at him, "I'd love to, and I know you would, too."

He grins, before it slowly dies down to a simple, soft, dreamy smile. "I sure would..." he barely murmurs, moving his hand up to gently cup your cheek.

You chuckle breathy as he lean in, tenderly planting a kiss on your cheek, before moving close to whisper in your ear, his cheek almost touching yours, his gentle, warm breath on your ear, "Well, I guess I've got to go now... But I'm excited for next time, huh?"

You grin, whispering back, "Oh, Héctor, I hope you know I can't wait."

He grins back and whispers, "Good. Me neither. Now, bye bye, Y/n!" He leans away again, pecking you on your cheek, closer to your mouth this time, and waves as he starts heading off.

You beam. "Bye bye, Héc!"

And this time, he doesn't seem to mind you calling him that. In fact, he might actually like it. Just a bit.

[zombvic]

SUPER RICH KIDS (marc guiu x reader) pt.2 here

summary : in which fans notice a familiar footballer in the likes of their favorite "super (humble) rich kid"

face claim : wolfiecindy (+ lissie mackintosh)

notes : frank ocean come back !!!!!!!!! might make this a series... this idea came to me in a dream so it might be a lil dumb. gave them a family name and made the dads face claim toto wolff (lmfao) bcs its easier so js ignore that !!! translated spanish is questionable..

pairings : marc guiu x fem!famous!reader

y/n ramsay, the only daughter of peter ramsay, a man considered to be one of the most influential men in the world, the owner of mercedes. not just the formula one team, the whole ass car brand. he is considered a self-made multi billionaire and single dad of two. as a daughter of a man with such high status, it came with exposure. y/n had her own little fandom, girls and boys who admired her beauty, lifestyle and enjoyed her personality. the girl was beloved by many, even celebrities found her videos and instagram posts entertaining. she had a natural charm that drew people in, and amongst those people there was a certain footballer, a certain teammate of her brother known as the one and only, marc guiu.

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ynramsay monaco nights

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user rawrwrrwrwrwrrr

user HERMOSA

nateramsay wtf without me ?

- ynramsay yeah!!! loser..

user marc and jude in the likes lmao

- user i need to see nates reaction

user + 1000000 aura for her beauty

user idk whats prettier, the view or you

user felt the aura way back in december

judebellingham what a view 😍😍

- user shes not picking u jude (visca el barca!!)

- user marc fight back ???

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ynramsay read the spanish love deception and now im here

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judebellingham madrid is better smh..

- ynramsay visca el barca bitch

peteramsay wow i look good

nateramsay where am i ???

- ynramsay dw youll get a personal post ig

marcguiu9 linda 😻 (pretty)

- nateramsay yo marc.. ¿qué carajo? 😁 (what the fuck)

- hctorforrt_ eres marc bastante idiota (you're pretty stupid marc)

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ynramsay @nateramsay am i doing this right ???

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nateramsay eh.. could be worse

user okay guys.. y/n & hector OR y/n & marc..

- user marc & y/n definetly

- user nuh uh hector and y/n would make a cute couple

- user neither???? guys omg leave them alone

user barca girls stay on top

marcguiu9 the team's lucky charm !!

- user bros down BAD

- user - 10,000 aura for simping

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marcguiu9 VAMOS !!! tres puntos están en casa !!

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user bro has the inlaws in his likes

- user and they claim theyre "friends" ... if my "friends" dad was liking my posts id assume were married with seven kids and a dog

ynramsay marcaría un hattrick 🤓☝🏼

- marcguiu9 me gustaría verte intentarlo

user were winning the ucl !! (im going insane)

- user were so back !! (we are not making it past the group stage)

user la masia boys have some kind of fine gene in them its crazy

ynramsay formula is still better sorry bro

- marcguiu9 you trippin dawg 😹😹😹

- user just get married lord...

- user theyre literally built for eachother i swear

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ynramsay meanwhile in my head

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user mother is mothering

user the prettiest

user an angel sent from heaven, deadass.

marcguiu9 ¿eres un rayo? proque eres mcqueen. (are you lighnting? because you're mcqueen)

- nateramsay WEAAAAAK. next

- marcguiu9 can you be the sally to my mcqueen??

- nateramsay better.. u got my approval

- peteramsay not mine !!!

user 11 million likes on ts post jesus marc u got some competition

user the finest girl in the world

user girlie got the whole barca roster in her likes

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ynramsay barca weekend things !!

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user mother is mothering

user wifey, are you cheating on me?

user IS THAT MARCS HAND ???????

user guys that's me please respect our privacy!!

user i think it's hector tbh..

- user nah thats so randon

- user they're clearly just friends

user wasnt expecting a heartbreak today

user im sorry but it looks like marc

- user a HAND looks like marc ???????

marcguiu9 vroom

- ynramsay vroom indeed

- user yall...

peteramsay aprobado 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼

- marcguiu9 VAMOOOOOOOS

might be a series or whatever :3 just pls request something

[n0vazsq]

Forever, for you | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x gf!reader

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

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

word count . . . 896

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[rwshfordgirl]

My stories planned for this month aren't working and therefore, they don't flow :( and I'm out of ideas to make the situation worse! So if you want to send me plot suggestions, feel free.

Here is my masterlist and list of stories already posted.

[purinfelix]

purinfelix's football masterlist! ˖ ࣪⭑

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

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

joão félix

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

pablo gavi

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

pedri

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

ferran torres

✧ bf! headcanons

hector fort

★ shaving

ansu fati

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

trent alexander-arnold

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

jude bellingham

★ come find me

multi

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

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

[the-offside-rule]

Football Oneshots Masterlist

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Liverpool

Andy Robertson - An Evening In

Andy Robertson - Silent Night

Harvey Elliott - Fall Into Me

Trent Alexander Arnold - Not So Expected

Trent Alexander Arnold - Dinner

Trent Alexander Arnold - Mastermind

Trent Alexander Arnold - Feel Better (smut)

Trent Alexander Arnold - Jolly

Trent Alexander Arnold - Good Cop, Bad Cop

Ajax

Jordan Henderson - Emergency? (smut)

FCBarcelona

Eric García - Chaos

Fermín Lopez - loml (smut)

Fermín Lopez - Just A Crush

Frenkie De Jong - Swift Coded

Frenkie De Jong - Baking

Hector Fort - Early Mornings

Pablo Gavi - Dancing In The Dark

Pablo Gavi - Kiss & Tell

Pablo Gavi - Sorpresa

Pablo Gavi - Think Again

Pablo Gavi - For Forever

Pablo Gavi - This Is Nice

Pablo Gavi - Skating Rink

Pablo Gavi - My Golden Boy

Pablo Gavi - Love Lies (smut)

Pablo Gavi - Fangirl

Pablo Gavi - Don't Start

Pablo Gavi - Fantasize pt.1 [smau]

Pablo Gavi - Double Trouble

Pablo Gavi - Sunburn [headcanon]

Pablo Gavi - Jealousy Jealousy

Pablo Gavi - Coffee Date

Pau Cubarsí - Wake Up Call

Pedri Gonzalez - Real Life Lessons

Pedri Gonzalez - Worried Much?

Pedri Gonzalez - Ladrona

Pedri Gonzalez - Smiler

Pedri Gonzalez - Little Imperfections

Pedri Gonzalez - Bakery

Pedri Gonzalez - Stuck With You

Pedri Gonzalez - What Stays In The Camp Nou (smut)

Pedri Gonzalez - Holy

Pedri Gonzalez - Baila Conmigo

Pedri Gonzalez - Duolingo

Pedri Gonzalez - Until I Found You ft. Ferran Torres

Pedri Gonzalez - Peek-a-boo

Pedri Gonzalez - Punto De Vista

Pedri Gonzalez - Come With Me

Pedri Gonzalez - Quiet

Pedri Gonzalez - Nobody Gets Me [smau]

Pedri Gonzalez - Let Her Go

Robert Lewandowski - A City We Barely Know

FCPorto

Nico Gonzalez - New City, New Faces

Newcastle FC

Anthony Gordon - Freezin'

Anthony Gordon - Uh-Oh

Anthony Gordon - The Forward Type

LA Galaxy

Riqui Puig - Surprise

Brighton

Evan Ferguson - Fairytale of New York

Arsenal FC

Declan Rice - Cupid and Psyche

Declan Rice - Triumph

Martin Ødegaard - Isn't It Strange?

Martin Ødegaard - Pinnekjøtt

Real Madrid

Jude Bellingham - When We Were Young

Jude Bellinagham - An Unexpected Gift

Jude Bellingham - Moving

Jude Bellingham - Stop Thinking

Jude Bellingham - Dorada

Kylian Mbappe - The Lights of Paris

Kylian Mbappe - Midnight

Paris Saint Germain

Marco Asensio - Jo Soc Culer (smut)

Manchester United

Alejandro Garnacho - Admire Me Later

Alejandro Garnacho - Cuffin' Season

Gary Neville - Are You Sure?

Mason Mount - Late

Mason Mount - Coffee Talks

Mason Mount - Silent Treatment

Mason Mount - Play Pretend

Mason Mount - Theatre of Dreams

Manchester City

Jack Grealish - School

Jack Grealish - Snowman

Ruben Dias - Test

Atheltico Madrid

Julian Alvarez - Feliz Navidad

Rodrigo Riquelme - Elevator Secrets

Rodrigo Riquelme - Falling For You

Sporting Club

Francisco Trincao - Birthday Cake

Lyon

Houssem Aouar - Emotional Support Person

Chelsea FC

Ben Chilwell - Baby Wrap

Joao Felix - Unrequited Love

João Felix - Fatherhood

João Félix - Pai

Marc Guiu - i like the way you kiss me pt.2

Marc Guiu - Espresso

Juventus

Kenan Yildiz - Let Me Help

[starfilled-galaxy]

System info + introductions for the alters :D This post is occasionally updated !

Plush (partner) sys!! @thesystemofdreamers ^^

Each alter is associated with 1 emoji that we tag Emoji combos = co-con ❓= blurry, unknown, or we don't have an emoji for them yet

Almost everyone is asexual and sex repulsed, and share all of the same NDs, though some of us have more heightened ND traits than others

Nitrogenic /srs Give us 1 year of Nitro and we will follow up on the promise to tell you our origins ;3 And hey! If you give us 1 month of Nitro we'll still give you a random one from our list :D

We use both I/me and we/our, please don't use you& for us

Usually we use the term "alter" but we dont mind sysmate/system member/headmate etc, we just say alter since it's faster to type Do not call us "parts" though!!!

Alter playlists: https://www.youtube.com/@starfilledsys/playlists [WIP]

Alter intros under cut bc it's very long! [currently outdated]

Current host: 🧡 - (hs) Kel He/him Boy Sugar addict ;3 I really like kid stuffs, also Kirby!!!! Age regressor also !!! Rw Hero is my CG :3 Agere blog - @kels-pillow-fort Mm... hav lot of trauma though :< Um... I have hallucinations and delusions sometimes... Role: Swankid, doekid, cardinal

Non-fictives:

⛅ - Blurry They/them

🐏 - Emu He/she/they/it

❤️‍🔥 - Aspen/Scarlett She/they, he/it Intraplural (aka subsys) Aspen is an angerholder, Scarlett is just there lol Factive of a mutual and their now split alter Usually chill unless something makes them upset Role: Beesecutor, angerpartialholder

✨ - Kiko/Kuki Any pronouns but no non-cat nounself ones

☁️ - Frost He/they/xe/it

Fictives:

🏀 - (rw) Kel He/she/ae/xe Bigenderfluid, pan gaybian, possibly aroflux Furry & obsessed with BMTH Rw Hero is his comfort person In-sys dating Sunny<3 Role: Traumaholder, depressionholder

Genuinely fuck off if you treat me/source like a joke stop it I'm a person too you assholes -🏀

🌹 - (rw) Hero He/him Transmasc, abro pan bi Alterhuman (SilkWing (WOF) hearttype) Really likes bugs and especially dragonflies (very source-divergent lol) Bug blog - @heros-bug-collection Likes to comfort and take care of everyone in the sys, but gets burnt out easily ^^; Is a CG (caregiver) for hs Kel Role: Dear, medic, caregiver

🔪 - Sunny She/he, xe/xim, & xe/xer (primary sets) Rawr/kandi/spark/neon/:3/X3/XD (secondary sets) Genderfluid, gaybian He loves scene and BMTH! In-sys dating rw Kel<3

🪷 - (rw) Aubrey She/xey/bun Girl, xenogender, bunnygender, & lesbian(?) Really likes bunnies !!

🌻 - (rw) Basil He/him? Boy???? He thinks he's pretty and likes that he's pretty :>

🍳 - (hs) Hero He/him Transmasc Doesn't talk much... don't know much about him Role: (Extreme) anxiety holder

🪻 - (hs) Mari She/her

🦴 - Hector He/him Gender and romanticity is N/A Shiba inu He's very excitable, and only speaks in barks, even in typing. We have to translate for him any time he talks

🍊 - (ma) Kel He/him Boy, gay (for Sunny ;3) AUtive from @bananacat76's Magic AU, specifically from the route where he dies Spirit/ghost/angel dog Role: Gatekeeper

🥀 - (DN/TB) Hero He/him Transmasc AUtive Role: Traumaholder, griefholder, depressionholder

🌸 - (Endless) Aubrey She/petal

🌿 - (OTWF) hs Basil He/she

❄️ - (OTWF) rw Hero He/him

🧊 - (OTWF) rw Kel He/him

🌙 - (OTWF) Spaceboy He/they/xey/it

🌑 - (Deep Dive) Stranger They/xey/she

💘 - The Empress She/her

💿 - The Physician He/👁️

💌 - The Postman He/😁

💙 - Alula She/her Feathergirl, aromantic Fictive of Alula from OneShot Cal's younger sister

🍁 - Calamus He/him Featherboy, aromantic Fictive of Calamus from OneShot Lula's older brother

🔋 - Cedric He/him

🍃 - Hollyleaf She/her Xenogender (christmasgender) She and Lion are very source-detached since when they introjected it had been a long time since I read the books with them in it lol

🦁 - Lionblaze He/him Agender He's silly and fluffy and honestly kinda similar to our hs Kel fictive personality-wise, but less kid-like

I know source was written in a super boring way but it still makes me sad to be called boring :< -🦁

🪶 - Beetlepaw/Beetlewing He/him Transmasc OCtive sourced from a mutual's Warrior Cats OC A bit shy and nervous but very sweet :>

🐾 - Gothi She/her

💜 - Vicky She/her

🎯 - Kasane Teto She/her, zhe/her, zey/zem, fi/fizz, elle, and a lot more Xenogender (too many to list) Fictive and possibly songtive of Teto from Mesmerizer specifically Enjoys typing quirks, uses s & th -> z quirk in English Sugar addict French apparently?? Almost always refuses to speak English and will only talk in French. Unfortunately we don't know very much French so zhe forces us to use the inaccurate hell that is google translate 😔

💖 - Little Miss She/her Girl Fictive of Misfortune from Little Misfortune Prefers to be called "Little Miss" or "little lady" Loves glitter and misses Benjamin</3 Please be careful with her ! She's our youngest alter

Babpa! :D -💖

🖤 - Wynn/Mr. Scratch He/him Male Fictive of Wynn from Scary Stories for Young Foxes Despises his source's actions

Fucking ableism... I love Uly, the nuisance who has my name in the book is not me -🖤

🍀 - Lorena She/her