#hector fort fluff

[cubarsis]

queridos. | h. fort garcía

synopsis : hector brings his girl home for the first time

genre : fluff

requests are open 🤍

AS HECTOR‘S GIRLFRIEND prepared to attend his family gathering for the first time, she couldn’t shake the feeling of nervousness gnawing at her stomach. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her heart racing with anxiety.

Sensing her unease, Hector wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice soft and reassuring. “You don’t have to worry. My family is going to adore you, just like I do. And I’ll be right by your side the whole time.”

His words were like a soothing balm to her frazzled nerves, and she leaned into his embrace, finding solace in his comforting presence. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m just… nervous.”

Hector pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin. “I understand, but you have nothing to be nervous about,” he assured her, his voice filled with love and understanding.

“Just be yourself, and everything will be fine.”

As Hector and his girlfriend arrived at his house, Hector’s mom was waiting eagerly at the door, a warm smile lighting up her face. Without hesitation, she stepped forward and enveloped Hector’s girlfriend in a tight embrace, her motherly warmth instantly putting her at ease.

“Welcome, dear!” Hector’s mom exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine warmth and affection.“It’s so lovely to finally meet you in person. Hector talks about you all the time.”

She felt a surge of gratitude and relief wash over her as she returned the hug, feeling welcomed and accepted by her boyfriends family. “Thank you so much for having me,” she replied, her voice tinged with emotion. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you too.”

Hector stood by their side, a silly, proud smile on his face as he watched the exchange between the two most important women in his life. Seeing his girlfriend being embraced so warmly by his mom only reinforced his feelings of love and appreciation for her.

After Hector’s mom’s warm embrace, Hector’s dad stepped forward with a friendly smile, extending his hand in greeting. “Hello there, it’s a pleasure to meet the girl who‘s keeping my son busy,” his dad said chuckled. “I’ve heard so much about you from Hector. It’s wonderful to finally put a face to the name.”

She returned his handshake with a smile, feeling a sense of warmth and acceptance from both of Hector’s parents. “Thank you,” she replied, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. “I’m really happy to be here.”

With introductions out of the way, they all moved inside and settled into the cozy living room. Hector’s mom brought out some refreshments, and soon they were all engaged in lively conversation, sharing stories and getting to know each other better.

As they sat together, Hector’s mom and his girlfriend engaged in a playful and teasing chat about Hector and his role as a boyfriend. With cups of tea in hand, they leaned in, ready to share their thoughts and experiences.

Hector’s mom couldn’t resist a mischievous glint in her eye as she turned to her son’s girlfriend. “So, my dear,” she began with a teasing tone, “how is Hector doing as a boyfriend? Is he treating you well and living up to your expectations?”

Hector’s girlfriend chuckled softly, enjoying the playful banter. “Well,” she replied, matching her tone, “I must say, Hector has been quite the charmer. He’s always showering me with love and affection, and he never fails to make me smile.”

Hector’s mom nodded approvingly, a knowing smile on her lips. “That’s good to hear,” she said with a hint of mischief. “But you know, Hector can be a handful sometimes. I hope he’s not causing too much trouble for you.”

Hector’s girlfriend laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, he definitely keeps me on my toes,” she admitted, her eyes sparkling with fondness. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s a wonderful boyfriend, and I feel lucky to have him.”

As the conversation about Hector carried on, his mom couldn’t help but express her observation of just how deeply in love he seemed to be with his girlfriend.

“You know,” she began with a warm smile, “I’ve been watching Hector lately, and it’s clear to me just how much he adores you. He has shown me countless pictures of you, and his face lights up whenever your name is mentioned.”

Hector’s girlfriend smiled warmly at his mom’s observation before turning to her with equal affection. “And I love him just as much,” she confessed, her eyes meeting Hector’s with a tender gaze. “He’s truly the most caring, supportive, and loving partner I could ever ask for.”

The woman beamed at the exchange, her heart swelling with happiness for the young couple. “You two are absolutely perfect for each other,” she said with a smile. “I couldn’t be happier to see how happy you make my son.”

His mom nodded, a knowing smile on her lips. “I can see how much he cares about you,” she said warmly. “He’s never stopped talking about you since the day you two met. And seeing you together, it’s clear that you bring out the best in each other.”

As the evening wore on and the atmosphere grew more relaxed, Hector found himself growing increasingly clingy to his girlfriend. With his parents teasing them gently, Hector felt a sense of comfort and security in their presence, knowing that they were supportive of their relationship.

His girlfriend smiled warmly at him, her eyes twinkling with affection as she leaned into his embrace. Hector wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as they sat together on the couch. His fingers traced gentle patterns along her back, savoring the feel of her warmth against his skin.

Hector’s parents chuckled at the sight, exchanging knowing glances as they watched the young couple. “Looks like someone can’t bear to let go,” his mom teased, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

Hector blushed, but he couldn’t help but grin sheepishly. “Can you blame me?” he replied, his voice filled with genuine fondness as he pressed a kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead.

His dad chuckled, clapping him on the back. “You’ve got it bad, son,” he said with a wink. “But hey, that’s what young love is all about.”

Sure enough, as the evening drew to a close and they prepared to say their goodbyes, Hector’s mom pulled him aside with a serious expression on her face. Hector braced himself for what was to come, knowing that his mom’s lectures were always well-intentioned but sometimes a bit overwhelming.

“Hector, I want to talk to you for a moment,” his mom began, her tone gentle but firm. “I can see how much you care about her, and I just want to make sure you know how lucky you are to have found someone like her.”

Hector nodded, swallowing nervously as he prepared himself for the inevitable lecture. “I know, Mom,” he replied earnestly. “I won’t mess things up, I promise.”

His mom smiled, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I believe you, Hector,” she said softly. “Just remember to always treat her with love and respect, and everything will work out just fine.”

Feeling a sense of relief wash over him, Hector hugged his mom tightly, grateful for her words of wisdom and support. As they said their goodbyes and headed home, Hector knew that he would do everything in his power to make sure he didn’t let his parents or his girlfriend down.

cubarsis 2024

[drakesfeelings]

Heyy can you please do Hector Fort x Alejandro Balde’s little sister? I love your work so much btw 🤞

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ NEED YOU RIGHT NOW

summary. hector didn’t plan on falling for his teammate’s little sister.

requested - taking requests here

trigger warning. love & overprotective brother

side note. sorry for the wait 🙏🏽 and it’s quite short but i might make this a series

HECTOR KNEW ALL ALONG; he was in deep shit.

drenched in sweat, his forearms pressed against his thighs—he’s waiting for you to finally acquaint him, but you’re too busy speaking with your brother to realise that it’s been more than twenty minutes that he was eyeing you from head to toe.

i mean, that’s what the footballer thought—but from your perspective, things were a little different.

since you have made an appearance at camp nou, dressed in your brother’s jersey and some baggy sweats that you stole from his closet—your hair being styled in a slick back bun, you had felt the daring glare of hector on you.

ignoring it like you always did in front of your brother, you did nothing but drive the boy mad.

how could you ignore him like he wasn’t all up on you the night before ?

« you’re good hermano ? pau asks his friend while drinking his water, brows furrowed. »

pau may have been friends with hector since childhood, he is still trying to figure out how to read the boy’s attitude. hector is a nonchalant guy, he seems to take everything with lightness.

but today, he’s acting weird—throwing multiples glances multiple times in the direction of who-knows-what.

« sí, porque ? pau only shrugs his shoulders, and the boy in front of him takes this as a sign to resume his activities—glaring at you until you finally notice him. »

watching his friend’s jaw clenched, pau can’t help but follow his gaze.

« alejandro’s hermana ? he speaks up again, a smirk making its way on his face. really hector ? »

« i don’t know what you’re talking about, cabrón, he mutters under his breath. »

oh gosh, that was an unexpected news.

« be careful, you know how alejandro reacts when it’s about his little sister, the brunette boy says, his hand pressed against the player’s shoulder. »

hector rolls his eyes. like he didn’t already know. if only alejandro’s dumb ass wasn’t so overprotective, hector would be the first to greet you—to be attached to your hip—but unfortunately alejandro’s overprotectiveness is still there.

sighing, he finally gets on his feet and tries to resume training—even if your pretty face is still in his head.

the day had slowly passed ; full of training exercices and stolen glances that hector didn’t seem to control.

the urge to run to you, and embrace your whole being in his arms, was getting more intense during the day—which is why the spanish boy is the first to walk out the training camp and to make his way to his mother’s car.

hands deep in his pockets, head down, the boy’s only wish is to keep you out of his sight—because he might just not care anymore about your brother’s opinion and drown you under tons of affection.

« hector ! the voice makes him stop in his tracks. you walk way too fast for me, cabrón, you say while facing him. »

despite the frustration accumulated throughout the day, hector can’t help but smile with all his teeth.

« you’re good ? » you ask, not really knowing how to engage the conversation with him when your whole day was about ignoring him.

« oh, now you wanna talk ? » he smirks, and although he seems to hate the ignoring attitude, you’re happy that he is not wasting the little ‘talking time’ you two have before all the other players come out by being upset.

even though you understand the hell out of him ; you don’t have much choice, and he knows it.

« sorry, you know i— » your words dies in your throat when you (finally) feel his hands on your hips—them grabbing and bringing you closer to his chest.

« can we do the excuses later ? i need you right now, he mutters while putting his head and mushing his nose against your neck. »

smelling your sweet perfume, feeling your body warmth against his and the familiarity of your presence around— enveloping—him change his vision of the day.

you finally relax, sensing the home that you had always dreamed, in him.

all you need is each other, and even your brother’s overprotectiveness have to accept it. and it will.

@ drakesfeelings 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽

[httpsdana]

Request: 148 Héctor Fort

Only Yours~Héctor Fort

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

completely devastated after yesterday's match with Pedri and Frenkie injured. We can't seem to get a break unfortunately :( anyways enjoy <3

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148-"I don't fucking care you're supposed to be mine."

This takes place after the barca/villareal match (i died that day)

The disappointing match has finally ended. Barca losing 5-3 to the 15th place Villareal. Hector has played an amazing match, starting with the team and later on being subbed off.

The whole team was devastated, not only them but also the fans were frustrated. y/n knew Hector would be fuming, so she kept a note to herself to measure her words before speaking.

Walking down to the tunnel, she just wanted to check on Hector before he goes to the lockers where the team will probably have a small meeting.

She stood in the tunnel as the players started walking down, greeting politely the ones she knew, before her favorite player (after Hector ofc) appeared. Pedri smiled at slightly, walking to greet her.

"hola hermosa. how are you?" he asked with his usual charming smile, that seemed a bit upset this time.

y/n blushed slightly at the nickname, before waking herself from her trance, and smiling at him.

"I'm good. nice goal out there. shame it didn't end like we wanted" she said, while he nodded sorrow taking over his features

"yeah...not how we wanted it, but we'll come back I'm sure" he gave her an encouraging smile

She nodded, agreeing with his statement. They stood in silence for a while, before Pedri spoke up again.

"waiting for Hector I assume?" he asked, while she nodded and mumbled a small yes, glancing over his shoulder to see if he arrived.

"well I'm gonna go now. it was nice talking to you" he gave her a small hug before he flashed a smile and walked down the tunnel.

As Pedri disappeared, Hector stood on the top of the tunnel, rage taking over his eyes and face. y/n assumed it was because of the match, little did she know Hector had seen every interaction she had wit his teammate, and let the jealousy take over.

"hi amor. you did so good today" she mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck. Instead of his usual hug, he just put a hand on her back and pulled away.

"I have to go. we have a small meeting" he avoided her eyes and started to walk away

"I'll wait in the car" she said in a high voice.

He didn't say anything and kept walking down the tunnel. She felt something off about him, but brushed it off and started her small walk to where she had parked her car.

After about 15 minutes of waiting, Hector arrived, seemingly taking a shower already. He opened the passenger door and got in his seat, not saying a word. When y/n opened her mouth to say something, he beat her to it.

"Xavi is leaving at the end of the season" he mumbled, crossing his arms around his chest. y/n was left in shock, not expecting it. Xavi means a lot to Hector because of the opportunity he gave to him with the first team. What y/n didn't know was that Hector's anger wasn't because of Xavi.

The drive home was silent, the tension between the two can be cut with a knife. When they arrived home, Hector was quick to leave the car and slam the door behind him. y/n rolled her eyes and followed him inside.

"so what's with your mood swings now?" she stood in front of him with her arms crossed

"you're talking about my mood swings? why don't you talk about your flirting with my teammates huh?" he said angrily, standing up from the couch he was sitting on

"what the fuck are you talking about?" she said back in the same tone

"did you think I didn't see you with Pedri? I saw every interaction between you too, and you were enjoying it way too much" he rambled, his voice loud and angry.

y/n stood for a second taking in what he said, she did nothing wrong with Pedri but knowing Hector he got jealous over anything.

"really Hector? you're jealous of your teammate? me and him are friends and you know it. YOU were the one who introduced us, why so jealous now then huh?" she raised her eyebrow waiting for his answer

"I don't fucking care you're supposed to be mine." he said through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching while he stood close to her, looking down at her frame that seemed shorter than his

"I'm dating you not him Hector. grow the fuck up please. talk to me when you realize how stupid all this was" she said calmly, leaving him in the living room while she left to the bedroom.

After about 10 minutes, Hector made y/n and himself some tea and took their mugs to the room. He knocked on the door with his foot before pushing the door open.

''hey baby...I made you some tea" he said in a low voice, walking to her side of the bed. She was reading a book, so she closed it and took the mug from him.

"thank you" she mumbled

"I'm sorry for the scene I made. I was already fuming after the match and I guess seeing you with Pedri just made me angrier. I didn't mean for it to end like this and I don't wanna sleep knowing you're still mad at me." he said sincerely, reaching over to brush some hair from her face. She smiled at his apology, kissing the hand on her face and reaching over to hug him

"it's okay babe, just don't do it again. I wouldn't leave you for anyone else. I love you too much to do that" she smiled, him smiling wider

He pressed a kiss on her lips and sat next to her enjoying their cup of tea with some chit chats

[gavisimmaculaterizz]

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

— regret / pablo gavi.

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

warnings: angst, mentions of cheating

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

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

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

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

which led him to making out with a girl..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

were the pictures bad? when were this pictures taken?

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

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

and it surely did surprise you..

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

he was with a girl..

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

pedri was pulling the girl off his lap..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was like your spark ended..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that is what you felt right now..

regretting ever being in a relationship with him…

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

[sports-on-sundays]

hii can u write smth about hector and reader being best friends bc their parents are very close friends, and him realizing that he is down bad for her after having a small talk with his mother.

Please and thank u, love ur written btw 💝

mama's boy / Héctor Fort

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

Warnings: censored cuss

Requested?: Yes.

"Why don't you two go out on the front porch?" your mother suddenly brings up. Though, yes, you and Héctor are seventeen now, and should be able to sit through an adult conversation with your parents and stay respectful without being antsy, everyone knows that's not true.

But still. Being asked to go out on the front porch? That can never be a good sign.

"Why?" you demand. "The weather is so gross out."

"Because Mama told you to," your father pipes in sternly. "Now, go on. You can go with Héctor. We adults are allowed to have a conversation without your ears listening."

You're about to protest further, but then Héctor, sitting next to you, gives you a little nudge. "Oh, come on. You're so disrespectful to your parents. Just come on out with me."

You frown but stand up dramatically, following him outside.

The truth is, it's embarrassing having to sit alone with a boy like Héctor.

Not because he's creepy, or not nice. No, it's because he is nice. He's nicer than every other boy you know, and you never know how to react to him.

You plop down on the porch swing with him. He starts using his long legs to swing the two of you back and forth, and you tuck your (shorter) legs up, sitting criss cross.

"It's beautiful and sunny out. What's gross about today?"

You pout a little. "So humid."

"Oh, come on, now. It's fine."

You cross your arms and stare out at the sunny view behind Héctor's house, and the bright colors make it easy to forget your grumpy mood as you ask with a soft giggle, looking to Héctor, "What do you think our parents are talking about?" When you look to Héctor, he immediately looks away from you.

But you caught the split second of his big brown eyes staring at you.

But he shrugs casually. "Probably just boring stuff."

"Do you think it could be about us?"

Héctor smiles, chuckling a bit at the question. "Maybe, but I'm not going to worry about it."

You shrug. You sure want to think about it, but since Héctor brushes it off so easily, you suppose you may as well do the same.

You sit together in silence, swinging back and forth.

And for you, this just feels like a normal, nice breezy day, sitting with a family friend.

But for Héctor, deep down inside, this feels like more.

He watches the way your eyes seem to glimmer in the sunlight. The way your hair gently tosses in the warm breeze. How the sunlight seems to light up your face. He wonders what you're thinking about as you look out. He looks at your smooth hands, sitting in your lap, and all at once, it hits him.

He blushes deep red, looking away.

She's gorgeous.

"Y/n-" he suddenly says, not knowing what to say, but knowing he has to say something.

"Yeah?" you look over casually.

"You, uh... You're... I think your- uh."

"Yeah?" you lean in expectantly.

"Your shoelace is untied. You should tie it. Don't want you to trip," he quickly comes up with.

You shrug and lean down, tying your shoe.

"Was there anything else?" you ask once you finish, looking at him again.

But then suddenly, before he can come up with some other awkward response, the screen door behind you opens, and Héctor's mama walks out. "Hey, you two," she smiles. "Héc, Y/n needs to go now with her parents. So say goodbye."

You grin, glancing to him and giving him a playful nudge. "Bye, Héc."

He rolls his eyes, but he feels his face flush. "Only my mama can call me that."

"If you say so. Héc," you say with a giggle as you stand up. You wave to him, thank his mother, and walk into the house to go to the front, where your parents will be waiting to go home.

Meanwhile, when Héctor's mother is about to go back into the house, he suddenly says, "Wait. Mama. Can... Can you sit down next to me? Just for a few minutes?"

She smiles a bit and sits down next to her son on the porch swing. "Of course." The two sit there silently for a few minutes, before Héctor's mother finally says, "So... You really like that girl, don't you?"

Héctor swallows. "I... I don't know. I guess... I guess she's just really pretty. And I've known her for so long."

His mother smiles, giving his shoulder a little pat, and teases, "Does my boy have a crush?"

Just at those words, his heart rate quickens. "Crush?! I don't know if it's a crush..."

"Sounds like it to me," she chuckles. "And it's looked like you've had one on her for quite a while now, but you're just too scared to admit it..."

"Mama..." Héctor sighs, putting his warm face in his hand.

"Yes?" she smiles.

He's quite for a few seconds, before muttering, "I think you're right..."

"About what?" she grins.

"That... Well, I don't know. I kind of... I love every single second I get to be with her. It's like I'm down bad for her. F*cking mad for this girl."

"Hey, young man," she chuckles. "Watch your tongue."

"Right," he rolls his eyes, but then comments, "But do you know what I mean? Like, what I'm saying?"

"Oh, Héctor," she chuckles. "Of course I do. Can't get her out of your mind, can you?"

Héctor seems to just flush even more at this. "I guess not..."

She smiles, patting her son's shoulder a bit as she stands up. "Well, even if you don't think so, I bet she likes you back."

"She doesn't act like it."

"Oh, come on, now. How d'you know? Girls are different than guys. She'd be a good girl for you. I mean, your mama approves of her," she adds with a chuckle.

"So, what are you saying?" Héctor asks slowly, looking up to meet his mother's eyes.

She smiles a bit as she opens the screen door to go inside. "I'm saying that you should think about asking her out on a date sometime."

And she goes back inside, leaving Héctor as a flustered mess of swarming thoughts, to think over that decision on his own.

"Hey, Y/n," Héctor says immediately when he sees you next, which is, this time, a visit at your family home, to have some dinner. It's like he's made a beeline toward you and now stands in front of you. "Dinner won't be ready right away, right?"

You shake your head slowly. "No, I reckon not. Why?"

"Could we... like, I don't know... Go to your room or something?"

You shrug and nod, leading him there. "Sure. I don't see why not." When you make it there, you sit down on the bed together. You lean back against your pillows, but Héctor sits there very stiffly. After a few seconds of silence, you say, "So... what's up?"

Suddenly he turns to you, takes your hand, and blurts, "Uh- Friday? Evening? Would you be free for me to take you out, for, like, dinner someplace?"

You stare back, eyebrows shooting up. You glance at your hands. "Like, on a date?"

Héctor feels the soft skin of your smaller hand. "Yeah... Right, like on a date."

"O- Oh... Yeah, sure... I guess so. Yeah, we can do that."

He seems to let out a long breath of relief as you ask, "Where to?"

"You choose?"

"Surprise me," you grin. "But not too fancy. Don't go overboard."

Then he mutters, "Maybe I'll just ask my mama what she thinks."

"What?" you ask with a chuckle.

"Nothing!" he blushes.

"I heard you!"

He glances away, shifting, but holds your hand tighter.

You grin and comment, "You like me a lot, don't you?"

He drags his hand over his face, clearly very embarrassed.

But even as you teasingly smile, your cheeks are heating up a bit, too. "You've always been so sweet with me... Now it makes sense. So, what, did your mama finally help you figure it out? That you like me, and I like you back?"

"You do?!" his head shoots up, his eyes shining like stars.

You grin and nod a little, but say, "You never answered my question, Héc."

He sighs, glancing away, but chuckles, "Maybe..."

You grin. "So, in other words, 'yes.'" You grin and suddenly lean in. You grin press your lips to his blazing warm red cheek and murmur close to his ear, "You've always been your mama's boy."

He just buries his face in his hands, an embarrassed, adorable, overwhelmed-with-emotions mess.

But honestly, maybe he's not so bad.

He might even be a little cute.

[guiusse]

sweet - marc guiu.

synopsis: you and marc have always been friends, not close but friends solely because your parents are friends with his parents. hotel trips with them were always normal until it wasn't.

warnings: probably badly written (this is my first footballer writing EVERRR please tolerate it) !! (THIS IS STILL WHEN MARC HAD THIS FLUFFY HAIR BCOS GOD FORBID I WRITE ABOUT BLONDE MARC I WILL CRY), intended lower case !!

the warm water of the pool swirled around the two teenagers, both in their own worlds in different corners of the pool. you and marc have been friends since you were ten years old, solely because of your parents being friends with his parents and your families going on vacations together.

you've always found marc attractive, being a little girl and spending time with a guy with the fluffiest hair, cutest smile and the sweetest personality ever, you couldn't help but be fond of him. you would never tell him that though. specially now that you were both eighteen and you've developed the biggest crush on the footballer.

"will you both be okay here while we're gone?" you were brought out of your deep train of thought by the sound of his mother's voice. marc mimicked your movements, swimming around in the pool as he nodded. your mothers had left you alone in the cold pool, the night sky appearing peaceful and the wind feeling relaxing against your body. it was just the two of you, and the calm waters of the pool provided an atmosphere of peace.

it was quiet, it was always quiet when it was only you and marc together and no one else. how you wish his sister was here with you guys, but no. it was you and him, him swimming around and you just stayed in the corner near the stairs.

"sorry i didn't mean to" you gasped as you felt cold water hit your face, you looked at marc who was backing up from you, trying to figure out if you were mad or what after he accidentally splashed you while swimming. "how dare you!" you squealed playfully, chasing him around the pool.

he swam away from you, laughing and looking back every now and then as he tried to use his hands to shield himself away from your splashes. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry!" he said in between laughter as you splashed him.

the pool wasn't quiet anymore, but you weren't complaining, this was way better than the awkwardness present earlier.

"okay, okay, i surrender!" he said, hands raised up as you tried not to glance at his biceps. you both were giggling like little kids. you backing up as he surrendered, not noticing that you were about to hit the concrete part of the pool.

he instinctively placed his hands on your back with a smile before your back could hit it, "you're too clums..."

his arms around your waist and your hands on his shoulders, the both of you looked deep into each others eyes, for a second, the world was silent. the time was slow and the night was so still, a couple of seconds felt like a lifetime in this moment.

he moved his hands to your face, brushing away the wet strands of hair to the side. "uhm..." you said, immediately regretting making any type of noise whatsoever. "i..." he started off, "am i allowed to?" he asked.

your heart was beating fast, and so was his. his face was so near to yours, the only thing he needed was your yes. "...thought you'd never ask" he smiled as you answered him, not wasting any time and immediately leaning in to kiss you.

the kiss was deep and long, your hands on each others bodies and your lips connected for what seemed like a lifetime. your bodies so close, the tension had been built up for years, and this was long overdue. you both pulled away with a smile, silence wrapping around you both before you started giggling like idiots. "does that mean you like me too?" you asked, marc chuckling. "was that not obvious?

𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔲𝔰𝔰𝔢'24.

[barcaluvv]

Bow trend with Marc🎀 ALL CREDITS TO THE GIRL INVENTING THIS with hector🫶🏽

you and marc cuddled , all snuggled, your head was on his biceps as you were teased with his hands above your face, he loved making fun of you all the time just so he can see you angry, he liked it, occasionally loved it. You roughly scrolled through tiktok and an idea popped into your head that kept you blushing at the thought of it. marc noticed and started to laugh confusedly "Why are you smiling, is it because how attractive I look after hitting the gym for awhile now?" He flexed around. "To be honest, it's pretty hot" you looked at him with a slightly expression on your face. After these words he immediately looked away from the screen, he looked away embarrassed with a shy smile on his face. And then you threw yourself back onto his stomach, you laid there for a while until you couldn't take it anymore and you said "I have one question for you babe". "What happened beautiful?" Said marc with a little distance. "After you mentioned the muscles, I had a little idea, promise you'll let me!". I'll do anything for you hermosa, he pulled on your cheek. He listened carefully. "Can I put a 🎀 around your biceps, I just wanted to see it fits" you said, feeling his face go red. "I didn't know my girl liked things like that, but sure I'd love to, you know I'll even die for you". He let out a little smirk, and you, you were just happy about that.

[crazykitsch]

Hector going to practice with lipstick stains on his face he isn’t aware of, so he gets teased by his homies about how whipped he is🤧

Hector Fort: love bites

pairing: hector fort x reader

warnings: 0 i’m aware of

❝I would wear your poison kisses like I wear lipstick.❞

‘I don’t want to leave yet.’ Hector says. Right now we’re in my room, but he has to leave for his football training. ‘I don’t want you to leave either amor but you kind of have to.’ I say while I kiss him on his cheek.

I stand up, grab his hands and pull him out of my bed. He sighs and says ‘You’re still coming over to my house tomorrow, right?’. I smile, nod and give him one last kiss.

Fifteen minutes later Hector leaves for his training.

‘Bro what happened to your face?’ Marc asked Hector Fort while laughing. Hector looks at him confused and says ‘What do you mean?’. Marc replies ‘Y/n is on your face.’ Hector now realizes what Marc meant and immediately blushes. ‘Shut up man!’ he says while laughing.

When practice is finished Lamine walks over to Hector and says ‘Awh, she stained your face.’ jokingly, Hector gets what he meant and just laughs. ‘Can’t help it.’ Hector says. ‘You’re whipped man.’ Marc says, Hector wants to say something but he realizes that it is true.

Later that day Marc decides to text you.

private chat: marc🦶 & y/n👎

marc🦶:

my son hector forts face is filled with YOU😞 don’t vandalize him like that

y/n👎:

guiu

what.

marc 🦶:

hectors face

red stains

lippy shape

💋💋💋💋💋

does that sound familiar dumbass

y/n👎:

oh!

i did not realize

whoopsies

couldnt help it

marc 🦶:

you 2 are whipped for eachother its disgusting

y/n👎:

yet you love us

a/n: … Hi, I had so many exams and other school related stuff these past few weeks it was awful, I hope I can post more often on here :(

[xxtaneria]

𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 | lamine yamal

summary: lamine toys around with his girlfriend.

TODAY, WAS YOUR sister's 19th birthday. And as she should, and of course, she invited you to it.

your outfit:

You were doing your makeup, as your partner was preparing to go to practice. He looked at you, and smiled.

Lamine admired your pale blue dress, and the all the accessories such as the butterfly hair clip in it.

As you already know, the Moroccan is a bit mischievous. And you felt a pair of eyes staring at you, and next thing, you slightly jump and the lipstick got misplaced on your face. All Lamine did was smirk as you gently tap his cheek.

"Lamine... now I have to do my makeup all over again.." you say in a tsundere-ish tone. "So what? Aren't I allowed to jumpscare you a little?" he replies slyly.

"No.. Now dont you have training to get to?" you ask. His smile faded almost immediately.

"Shit.. I gotta go!" he says giving you a kiss, and his spit went into that kiss. He wipes it off which smudges your makeup even more. He did it on purpose.

"See you at the party later!" Lamine says, before getting out the door.

Wait what? What did he mean by 'See you at the party later' ? You didn't think much of it, before getting your makeup kit and repairing the smudged parts.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ✧˚.༘⋆

After getting out the car, you look at your sister's house, it. Was. Lit. You could even see some people standing outside the house, that's how lit it really was.

You walking in through the front door to see tons of people in there. A lot of ballons, the music was blasting, and vice versa. Then you go to the backyard and yeah, pretty much the same, but with some people in the pool.

Excited, you search around your sister, and you find her, she looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a tiara, a black dress along with some jewelry and black gloves to finish it off. You go up to her and she sees you.

(I'm just going to use Sira as an example of your sister's name)

Sira runs up to you, enveloping you in a warn, loving hug. "Hey, I'm glad you made hermana!" she says, very happy to see you.

I mean, Sira went out of Barcelona to fulfill her acting dreams and hadn't seen you in about 3 years. So she was. ECSTATIC.

"So, how has acting been for you?" you ask smiling. "Its been good. I'm just excited you're here." Sira replies. She moves her head a bit and sees your partner going in.

"Hey Y/N.. What's your boyfriend here for?" she asks. You turn around and your eyes widen. Lamine comes in and starts talking with the boys there.

"Uhh Sira.. I'm just going to Lamine. Is that okay?" you ask, a bit stressed. "Sure. I don't mind!" Sira replies. You slowly run towards Lamine and luckily, you didn't trip because of your Converses.

When you get to Lamine, you rapidly tap his shoulder. And he turns around. "Amor.. What the fuck are you doing here??"

"Oh, we got off training early and your sister's boyfriend,also known as my teammate, let me come." he smiles and slightly shifts so you could see him.

"Hey, what's good Y/N?" he begins. You smile and look at him closely, then you realize that it was Alejandro Balde, Barça's left back. "Hey, you're Alejandro Balde right?" you question.

"Yep, that's me. And by the way, I'm your sister's boyfriend." Alejandro smiles. "Thats cool dude. How long have you and Sira been dating?"

"Oh, it's been about two weeks. We met on Instagram and we liked eachother ever since." Alejandro replies. Next thing you knew, you found yourself having a conversation between Lamine and Alejandro, your new friend.

Ale looks around and sees the people gathering around. "Oh guys, we're about to go sing happy birthday now." Alejandro says, as he gets up from the sofa and goes in the garden. You and Lamine join him and walk towards the garden, hand in hand.

(I'm lazy asf so skip)

You look at the cake you were eating and you were stewing a little. It did feel a little stuffy in there so you wanted to take a breather. You go outside and sit on the porch, looking at the night sky.

The door opens and Lamine goes outside aswell and sits next to you. "Why did you just walk out like that?" Lamine asks.

"It was a little hard to breathe in there, and it was really chaotic." you reply. In return, Lamine pulls you close and puts an arm around you.

"I get you. It kinda was crowded." "Thanks." you say, and give him a kiss on the cheek. This moment was the best, just you, Lamine, and the, dark, night sky.

"Hey, remember when we got our first tattoos?" you ask, breaking the silence. "Yeah, that was actually pretty cool. I used to think if you get a tattoo, you're putting scribble scrabble on yourself." Lamine laughs.

You look down and your arm, and the ink it has. It was Lamine's debut date for Barcelona, you practically had to get that on you. Meanwhile his tattoo is of your name and birthday, so he had two.

"The tattoo thing was a really good idea Y/N." "I know." you responded as you, shift closer to Lamine and just, be there. For him.

[sunkissed-zegras]

✧.* FOOTBALL !

♡ fluff ✪ angst ✧ suggestive

𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐚

⇨ hector fort³⁹

⇨ joão félix¹⁴

⇨ marc guiu³⁸

⇨ pablo gavi⁶

⇨ pedri gonzalez⁸

𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

⇨ mason mount⁷

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐝

⇨ jude bellingham⁵

𝐚𝐥-𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫

⇨ cristano ronaldo⁷

[amoosarte]

𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝜗𝜚 𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀

━━━ in which the newspaper boy and a highclass girl fall in love but will it be okay noting their social class? (use of spanish, a little somewhat of the notebook trope!)

The shimmery ball of sun would rise everyday to cast sunlight upon the greenland everyday, letting the humans open their eyes from their daily slumber.

Mornings were quiet and calming, as each high class houses would slowly start, as maids and workers would get the breakfast ready, get the children up for school, let the dogs out.

Well normally but in a street where a nice baby blue house stood was usually where a girl would drink her morning tea and her breakfast out on the front porch. In her white ruffled crew neck blouse and her light maroon skirt long enough to reach her ankles.

Guadalupe would simply be ruby, her brown hair would always catch people's attention, as it was curly, then her cocoa skin, then again there were her doey hazel eyes. She was certainly eye capturing.

So when the neighborhood news boy start to roll his bike, throwing the newspaper into the rich front yard. His brown eyes would lock with hers, and he was simply taken aback, making him try to steer his bike away from the bod in front of him.

Guadalupe gasped when she heard the boy crash and a dog bark, she stood up and looked around and didn't see her dog anywhere near here, until she saw the front gate open. "Dios mío, ¿estás bien?" Guadalupe asked, rushing towards the front gate.

"¡Ay gustavo, bájate de él!" Lupe squealed as the dog returned back inside the front gate, Lupe rushed to help the boy get up. "¡Lo siento mucho, no sabía que podía salir!" Lupe looked up, only to find such pretty eyes already looking at her.

"No, está totalmente bien." He rushed to pick up his hat that had fallen off his head, and dusted himself off. The two of them stood so close yet didn't dare utter a word. Not until Lupe stepped back and extended her arm. "Guadalupe."She said, looking once again up towards him.

He had soft light brown hair, white skin, and adoring brown eyes, pink lips and two beauty marks. "Pablo." He said, taking her hand, in which felt a bit sacred.

Pablo had never touch something so clean, then again so elegant. "¿Eres el chico del periódico?"Lupe said, smiling as his face gave away his defocus. "Sí, trabajo para la empresa de periódicos." Pablo noticed his words stutter, and quickly became red.

"Señorita, se enfría la comida!" Lupe heard one of her maid say, before she turned back at the boy in front of her. "Nos vemos por ahí, Pablo." She waved goodbye slowly, letting the boy return her farewell before stepping back inside, making sure to lock the door.

Pablo was quiet as he rode his bike again, tossing and throwing news onto the front yards. His mind would often return to the encounter he had with the young lady, making him turn warm.

Pablo came back around the same time again, usually tossing the paper into her lawn slowly, quickly catching her attention. They chatted every time he came by, and instead of throwing the paper, he would hand it to her.

Never once ignoring the soft smile she would grow, noticing the light dimples she had.

It took courage, but after a good week of seeing and talking to each other, Pablo had made his move. "Oye, ¿te gustaría ir a la feria conmigo?" He said, holding onto the railing of her fence, him on one side while she stood on the other. "Claro que si, me gustaria ir contigo." Lupe smiled big, but what he said next caught her off guard.

He said he wanted to ask her father for permission, making her look at him in awe, no other boy had done that for her. She could tell the boy was nervous, he had thoughts running behind those brown eyes, and all she could do is squeeze his hand as reassurance.

Pablo had the day off, and he was dressed in his best clothes. His mother helped him get ready, looking presentable. So then he stopped to grab some flowers for her mother and for her, in which he thought it was a good idea.

Then he rode his bike near his daily route and stopped at her gate, looking at the dog that knew him by now. He was hesitant but determined. He rung the doorbell and who answered it was a maid, letting him in.

Guadalupe rushed down the stairs and looked at the boy, two bouquets of flowers in his hands. She smiled "Hola, no te preocupes. A mi madre le encantan los caballeros, solo sé tú mismo con mi padre". Lupe had put one hand on his cheek that had turned red, reassuring him that he had nothing to worry about.

Lupe had guided him to the living room, where her parents rested, her father reading today's newspaper and her mother crocheting. "Father, Mother, Pablo is here." This caught the attention of both grown ups.

"Hello, good afternoon." Pablo smiled and plastered his best smile. Her mother quickly stood up, and he handed her the flowers that were hers, and so did he hand Lupe's. "Why thank you, with me your off to a great start." Her mother hummed out delighted the boy had manners.

"I know you, your the news paperboy." Her father looked at him, before extending his hand to have a firm handshake with him, in which Pablo gave. "Yes sir."

"Well then, what is it you're here for?" He father asked directly, making Lupe wander her eyes between both. "I'm here to ask for your permission to take out your daughter tomorrow afternoon." Pablo looked at him confidently, making the man still for a moment.

Her father looked at her and saw hope, and he knew it was going to grow. "Join us for dinner?"He said giving him his nonchalant smile.

Pablo was going to say something but the man had walked off, making Guadalupe and her mother look at both of them. "You're doing great dear, he's just testing ya." Her mother said, reassuring him.

He had noticed her smiled looked just like Guadalupes, making him now look at her when her mother walked out. "You're doing okay, you're being true and sweet." Lupe had gave his hand a squeeze leading him to the dining area.

Dinner went smooth, and Pablo was taking in her advice. While her father was testing him and asking him questions, he answer truthfully. "How about school?" He asked.

"I'm in my last year of highschool, hopefully I will get accepted at an University." Pablo had placed the food on his fork into his mouth right after, looking at the man that held many of Guadalupe's features.

Her father had thought many things in the meantime of dinner, this boy infront of him was impressing him. He was middle class, good track in school, had managed a house, knows responsibility and most of all, looks at his daughter lovingly.

"Well, I've come to my conclusion." He said, placing his utensils down and looked at the teens in front of him. "You may take my daughter out tomorrow afternoon, but with rules." Just with the few words the man had spoken, Pablo had hope and was ecstatic.

"You will return her by 10 and take care of her, if there's a scratch on her when she comes back, we all know the answer for the next one." He said. Sure to say they both had smiles by the end of the night.

"¡Pablo, ganame ese osito!" Guadalupe smiled tugging his arm, making the boy smile and look at what she was pointing at. "¿Quieres intentarlo hijo?" The game stand host gave him three darts, in which he nodded and gave him money.

Pablo felt his focus draw in and he was locked in, determined to get her this bear. He did just that as three of the darts feel inside a balloon in the same row, earning himself a prize. "El oso, por favor."

The host did just that handing him the bear and going to the next pair in line. "Para ti preciosa." Pablo have her a charming smile and she had laughed and took her won prize.

Then she had kissed his cheek, leaving him shocked. "Gracias guapo." Lupe had a bright tint of red on her face, making the boy laugh. "En su lugar, haz que el siguiente aterrice en mis labios". The boy hummed and he leaned down to her ear and whispered the filth.

Guadalupe couldn't help but laugh and pull him away, making him smile like a boy and follow her. After some time after, he had offered getting them dinner in which he agreed.

Her hand felt so warm in his, she smelt like cherries. She had this red and white polkadot dress and her hair was curled, leaving her looks happy.

He had his daily going out clothes and his hair was swayed to the left. Their hands swung up and down as Pablo took her to a spot for dinner, they had just left the fair and were now in the plaza.

They sat near an italian restaurant, making the owner immediately notice Pablo. "¿Es esta la chica de la que has estado hablando?" The chef smiled when the boy nodded, laughing just a bit. "Si, es Guadalupe.." He said introducing her, making her smile for the hundredth time this afternoon.

"Then consider it on the house tonight!" The chef smiled, making the boy protest but after some time he gave in. "You know the chef?" Guadalupe looked at him, thanking him for pulling her chair out. "I actually work here, it's my second job." Pablo smiled.

"Then let's enjoy this tonight." Guadalupe had slowly grabbed his hand, displaying once again that sweet smile, making him melt just a bit. After a good time, some paste came out, an huge plate, enough to feed both of them.

They ate and talked, making them click even more. Guadalupe could say he landed another date because she was so in love with him it made her giggle. Pablo was in the same boat, he could imagine so many things with her, and he just hoped she loved tonight as much as he did.

He had walked her home after dinner, giving her his jacket. The night was a bit cold and silent, some dogs going onto the streets, some lovers as well.

They had a look in their eyes that said they didn't want this night to end. As they stood near the her front gate, in where everything started from, Pablo looked at her so tenderly.

"Me encantó hoy." Lupe had a tight grip on his hand, he just returned the gesture, just smiling and turning warm. "Que bueno… ¿Te gustaría hacerlo de nuevo?" Pablo smiled leaning just a tab bit in.

She had noticed making her step just a bit too, then nodding to his question. "Sí, por favor." Guadalupe stood slowly onto her tippy toes, making Pablo catch on.

He let go of her hands slowly, then placing them softly on her caramel colored face. He was nervous, she could tell by the way his hands were warm and a bit sweaty, she didn't mind though.

His pink lips and her lightly stained red one kissed, it was like a perfect puzzle that had been completed. Guadalupe sighed, letting her hands rest softly on his chest, and Pablo couldn't let go.

Then they slowly parted, and he could feel her warmth seep out of the place they once were. "Buenas noches, Pablo." Guadalupe smiled, making the boy smile too. "Buenas noches, Guadalupe."

He had watched her take off his jacket, in which he stopped her. "Guárdalo, puedes devolvermelo mañana." He placed in on her again but then zipping it off. She nodded, about to turn away until he had spoken again. "Devuélvemelo también con un beso."

Guadalupe looked at him, already on the other side of her gate. She sniffled a light laugh, so quiet only he could hear in the beginning of the night. "Cuídate, Pablo."

That was the last thing she said before walking to her front door, looking back at him one last time before smiling at him then disappearing. Pablo smiled before riding away from the house he was eventually looking forward to coming back to.

𐙚 @landitolover, @moneygramhaas, @d6za1, @ch3rryknots

𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉, ⟢ more!

[cubarsis]

— acrylics | h. fort garcía

— synpsosis : hector loves being spoiled after his girl gets her nails done.

— fluff

— requests are open 💘

AS HECTOR HEARD THE FAMILIAR sound of keys jingling in the lock, his heart skipped a beat with anticipation. He knew his girlfriend was returning home from her nail appointment, and he couldn’t wait to see the beautiful new set adorning her fingers. As the door swung open, Hector’s eyes lit up at the sight of her, a smile spreading across his face.

Without hesitation, Hector enveloped her in a warm embrace, pulling her close and holding her tightly against him. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her familiar scent and reveling in the comfort of her presence.

“Missed me that much, huh?” his girlfriend teased, her voice laced with amusement as she gently poked him in the ribs. Hector chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her skin.

“Of course I did,” he replied.

His voice filled with sincerity as he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “Two hours without you on off days are boring.” His girlfriend snorted at his words, a playful glint in his eyes.

As Hector’s girlfriend proudly displayed her freshly manicured nails, he couldn’t help but smirk with satisfaction. The color he had chosen for her was even more stunning than he had anticipated, and it looked absolutely exquisite against her skin.

“Damn, I’ve got to hand it to myself, I’ve got impeccable taste,” Hector boasted, his voice filled with cocky confidence as he reached out to gently take her hand in his own. His fingers traced over the smooth surface of her nails, a smug grin playing on his lips as his fingertips move across the charms glued to her nails.

“I knew this color would look killer on you, but damn, I didn’t expect it to look this good,” he continued, his tone oozing with self-assurance.

“I mean, it’s like I’ve got a sixth sense for picking out the perfect shades, you gotta admit that. Always making sure my princess looks the prettiest.”

His girlfriend couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his playful manner of arrogance, but there was a hint of amusement dancing in her gaze.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” she teased, her lips quirking up into a smile as she leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. Hector chuckled at her response, feeling a surge of satisfaction knowing that he had chosen something that made her happy.

“Now that I’ve paid for those nails, I think it’s only fair that I get what’s rightfully mine,” Hector declared, his tone playful yet assertive as he wagged a finger in mock admonishment.

His girlfriend raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked at him incredulously.

“Oh, really now?” she replied, her voice laced with amusement. “And what exactly do you think you’ve earned, Fort ?”

Hector grinned mischievously, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

“Well, I believe I’ve earned myself some well-deserved head and back scratches,” he declared, his voice filled with mock seriousness. “After all, a man’s got to reap the rewards of his investment, am I right?” His girlfriend couldn’t help but burst into laughter at his audaciousness, shaking her head in amusement.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

she chuckled, her eyes sparkling with affection as she reached out to tousle his hair affectionately.

“But alright, I suppose I can indulge my big baby of a man.”

Hector’s grin widened into a satisfied smirk as he settled back on the couch, already feeling the anticipation building within him at the thought of the blissful pampering to come.

As Hector’s girlfriend settled onto the couch, he wasted no time in shifting his position to make himself comfortable. With a contented sigh, he stretched out his body, sprawling across the length of the couch, his head coming to rest on her soft thighs.

“Comfortable there, are you?” his girlfriend teased, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across his scalp. Hector nodded, a blissful smile playing on his lips as he snuggled further into her lap.

“Absolutely,”

he replied, his voice muffled by the fabric of her pants.

“Nothing beats having you as my personal pillow.” His girlfriend chuckled at his remark, her affectionate gaze warming his heart.

With a contented sigh, Hector closed his eyes and leaned into his girlfriend’s touch, relishing the sensation of her nails gently scratching against his scalp. As her fingers worked their magic, he couldn’t help but let out a low, rumbling groan of pleasure, the sound reverberating through his chest.

“God, that feels amazing,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he melted into her touch. His girlfriend chuckled softly, the sound like music to his ears as she continued to stroke his hair with expert precision.

As Hector basked in the pleasure of his girlfriend’s head scratches, he couldn’t resist unleashing his inner sassiness. With a playful smirk, he tilted his head back and fixed her with a smoldering gaze.

“Alright, alright, as much as I’m loving this,” he began, his voice dripping with playful arrogance, “I think it’s time for a little upgrade. You know, to keep up with my impeccable standards.” His girlfriend rolled her eyes in mock exasperation, but there was a glint of amusement dancing in her gaze.

“Oh, is that so?” she retorted, her tone teasing as she leaned in closer to him. “And what exactly does his highness require now?” Hector chuckled softly, reveling in the banter as he reached out to tug her closer to him.

“Well, for starters, how about some kisses?” he suggested, his voice smooth as silk.

“And maybe a little back caressing while you’re at it? You know, the charms on your fingers weren’t free of charge end you didn’t get my initial on your ring finger,” he whined in slight disappointment.

His girlfriend laughed at his audacity, shaking her head in mock disbelief as he whines.

As the night grew late, Hector and his girlfriend found themselves nestled in the comforting embrace of their shared bed, their bodies entwined in a symphony of warmth and affection. Hector’s girlfriend traced gentle patterns on his scalp with her newly adorned acrylic nails, the sensation lulling him into a state of peaceful relaxation.

But when Hector’s girlfriend pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering for a moment before planting another gentle kiss on his forehead, Hector felt a wave of tranquility wash over him.

With a contented sigh, Hector’s breathing slowed, his body gradually relaxing into hers as he surrendered himself to the comforting embrace of sleep.

His girlfriend watched him with a tender smile, her heart swelling with love for the man lying beside her, his features softened in the gentle glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains.

hectorth 24.

[drakesfeelings]

Hello bb!

Saw you’re taking requests but I just wanna share a thought 😽

Soft, silly boyfrie héctor who adores getting his back and scalp crawled when you get your nails done!!! His full 6‘1 ass crashing down on your torso, cheek squished on your chest and asking with a muffled voice for his beloved head scratchies 🤧

𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 — bro i think i like this thought way 2 much. he genuinely seems like the type to be a lover boy only around his girl; like he’s acting some special way only w you bc he feels like you deserve a different treatment from him :

which leads to him being a clingy mess from time to time, reclaiming the attention him and his scalp deserve.

you’re definitely like the only person he gives access to his precious hair, access that’s more benefiting him than you but still.

side note. i don’t know how to handle thoughts lmao i’m so sorry 😔 but thank you for this, you just made me realise that i need to write more hector drabbles 🙏🏽🙏🏽

@ drakesfeelings 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽

[httpsdana]

Hey! Have you thought about writing for hector fort.

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

Feel free to ignore!

Tattoos~Hector Fort

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

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

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

you can request from my prompt list

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player/drivers I write for

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

[gavisimmaculaterizz]

It was evening and y/n was in the bath doing skincare routine, but then she started crying because she started getting acne. She didn’t want to show it to Hector, but he did find out and he started supporting her and explaining that she was the most beautiful girl

Sorry for my English, is not my native language 🤪🤪

— beautiful girl / hector fort.

summary: you’re having troubles with your skin, but hector tells you he loves you no matter what.

warnings: mentions of breaking out (acne), some negative thoughts

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university has been eating at you, not being able to care for yourself properly. school work on top of school work, test on top of test, you never got enough rest. you always hated yourself for not being able to care for yourself when uni got that bad.

you were such an organized person, always doing your skincare, and as of now, even the smallest parts of your daily routine were far gone.

to say the least, you were a mess.

your boyfriend héctor always offered to do your skincare, being fond of your perfectionist routine. but you always denied, telling him that it wasn’t his problem, and that he shouldn’t have to worry.

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as you finally had a day of rest, you decided to take matters into your own hands, and finally fix yourself up. you did your nails, had your everything shower, and put on nice pajamas.

the evening was nice and calm in barcelona , and that set you in a better mood to continue in with your routine.

but as you started on your skincare, you noticed red dots on your skin. as you got closer and closer to your bathroom mirror, there it was. something you never expected..

acne..

it never occurred to you to check in the mirror before you went to uni, because of how busy you were, but now looking at yourself, you were deeply regretting not checking once in the mirror.

you rarely had problems with acne, your skincare routine always provided a good protection against acne. but since you haven’t been able to take care of yourself, there you were, having to deal with problems on your skin.

it could’ve been hormonal changes you were going through, but you couldn’t find why you broke out. but there you were..

you couldn’t help but start to tear up, thoughts racing through your head.

“how come i never noticed?”, you whispered to yourself. tears began streaming down your face, not being able to control your emotions anymore.

as your emotions began to take over, your mind went wandering..

‘why does my boyfriend even like me?’ ‘am i even good enough for him?’ ‘why did i not take care of myself properly?’

as you were so in your head, you never noticed the bathroom door opening.

héctor had just came back from an outing with his teammates. when he came back home, he heard soft sobs heard from your shared room, and he decided to investigate.

when he opened the door to your shared bathroom, he noticed you crying. confused as he was, he decided to walk quietly to you, trying to figure out why you were crying.

he noticed you rubbing at your skin, saying something he couldn’t comprehend, but that’s when it hit him.

you were crying because you broke out.

he felt sad that you weren’t able to properly take care of yourself, and deep down he knew you were blaming yourself for having university overload you with stress.

he quietly hugged you, which quickly got you out of your thoughts.

while there were no words exchanged, the only thing heard were quiet sobs from you.

as minutes passed by, you spoke up.

“dime la verdad héctor, me quieres así de fea?”, you said, clearly emotional. (tell me the truth hector, you love me this ugly)

“como crees que no te amo!! i love you the way you are baby.. why do you think that?”, hector said, voice lingering with sadness and confusion. (why do you think that i don’t love you)

“don’t you see my skin amor! how do you love someone like me, who’s skin looks terrible..?”, you said quietly, voice cracking at the end.

“i love you with or without acne amor,” hector started.

“you need to understand that this happens to people. you’re the most gorgeous person i’ve ever laid my eyes upon! te quiero sin o con maquillaje, sin o con problemas de piel.” héctor said softly. (i love you with or without makeup, with or without skin problems)

his words calmed you down. you thought you weren’t enough for him. he was a gorgeous man, with great skin, not a single problem with his skin.

you felt insecure with those pimples, although it would be gone, you still felt a bit insecure.

he noticed your face and decided to reassure more..

“you know amor, you’re the most beautiful girl ever.. i love you no matter what.”, your boyfriend said.

he ended it with a kiss.. problems soon faded away.

you were his beautiful girl and he loved you no matter what.

a/n: first héctor fic! ngl i didn’t know how to even start it so if it seems weird pls forgive me! also mind my shitty writing for dear life.. please send requests if you have some🤍

[sports-on-sundays]

hii <3 i have a request for an hector fort one shot. basically he has a crush/is in love with reader but shes few years older than him… she doesnt want to admit her feelings for him because she doesnt date younger boys and thinks it isn’t right. in then end hector makes her realize her feelings or sth like that . thank you if youre going to write this, take Your time anyway <3 have a nice day/evening idk whats Your time zone lol !!

it isn't right / Héctor Fort

Summary: Héctor x adult!female!Barcelona videographer!reader - Description above.

Warnings: blood

Requested?: Yes.

Author's Note: I decided at the end, his birthday passes, just because that felt like it should happen, so that they're both adults. Other than that, thank you.

Héctor kind of refuses to call it a crush.

Because a crush sounds too immature. It sounds like just a little kid crush, that doesn't really matter.

But it does matter, and it's more than just a crush.

Héctor is sure he really does love you.

"Mate, but there's no way," Marc comments, crossing his arms as he walks onto the training pitch with Héctor. "She's, like, so much older than you."

"Not really," Héctor comments in annoyance.

"Do you know how old she is?"

"Yeah!"

"How?"

Héctor glares, embarrassed. "I asked her."

"You did? When? And what did she say?" Marc asks, eyebrows shooting up.

"I don't know... A couple weeks ago. She just told me, and said she just had her birthday."

"Oh. So...? How old is she?"

Héctor glances at his football boots. "Twenty-one."

"Pwoah! Yeah, and you're seventeen!"

"Four years! It's only four years!"

"What year would that be? She was born in 2002? At least she's not from the 90's... Then she'd be really old."

"Yeah, because twenty-five or twenty-six is really old, right?" Héctor comments in disbelief at his teammate.

"Just saying," Marc shrugs. "Either way, you should go for girls your age. You've got no chance with her. She's too pretty, anyway."

"You're saying I'm not good looking?!"

Marc grins. "You're putting words in my mouth!"

"Well, I'll prove you wrong. I'll make her like me. You'll see. I'm going to go talk to her right now."

"Alright. If you say so," Marc comments with an eye roll as he continues walking.

So you look up from your camera to see Héctor approaching you. You smile. You've had a few short conversations with him, and you have to admit, he's sweet. "Hey, Héctor."

He smiles back, blushing a little.

You're not stupid. You've picked up that he's got a little crush on you.

"Hey, Y/n," he says, putting his hand on your shoulder. You glance to it, but pay that no mind as he continues, "How are you?"

"Good, and you?"

"Good... I... can I ask you something?"

You chuckle. "Shoot, Héctor."

"Do you.. Would you say I'm, like, good looking?"

You grin a little. "I think most football players are."

"But, like, me. Specifically...?" he pushes.

You smile. "You're alright." You really do like Héctor. You think he's sweet, and if he were a bit older, he's definitely the type of guy you could see yourself falling for.

But he's just...

He's still so young. You don't even let yourself consider those feelings, because you know that would be wrong. He's not even an adult yet.

"Just alright?" he leans closer.

"Do you want me to tell you you're handsome?"

"I want you to be honest," he grins.

"Why do you think I'm not being honest?" you inquire, turning back to your camera. His hand remains on your shoulder.

"I don't know..."

"Alright, Héctor. You're handsome."

"You're not just saying that?"

"No, I'm not," you respond casually. He remains there awkwardly, just standing there, so you look up at him, meeting his eyes, and say, "Anything else I can do for you?"

"Uh, date me?" he suddenly blurts.

You snort, but feel your face heat a bit. "You're basically twelve. Ew."

"I'm seventeen! And you just turned twenty-one, anyway! You're not that much older."

"So someone is just a little stuck on me," you state.

"So what?" he says in annoyance.

You sigh, your eyes softening. "Listen, Héctor. I like you a lot. You're sweet, and kind. But I simply can't date a seventeen-year-old. That goes against my conscience. It's not right. We can be friends, but that's it."

He grins, but there's still a bit of disappointment in his eyes. "I mean, hey. Friends is better than nothing... right?"

"Right," you smile. "Now, you better get to training. You're not paid to talk to me."

He rolls his eyes but runs off to do just that.

"Wow, Héctor... This is so nice..." you say softly as you look around the restaurant you sit in. You and Héctor have been hanging out more, going out places, but every single time, you're sure to remind him it's not a date.

"I figured you'd like it here," Héctor says with pride, crossing his arms across his chest.

You're aware of how much he tries to impress you.

And sometimes it works, but you try not to let him know.

As you eat, he slowly inches his hand towards yours, and slips it on top. But you slip it out, saying, "I reckon friends don't typically do that for no reason, huh, Héctor?" You grin teasingly, rolling your eyes.

He laughs, his cheeks reddening a bit. "Whatever."

You continue eating, and talking, just about life. There's a lot of teasing between you two that you're not ready to admit is flirting.

You've trained your mind to only think about Héctor when he's in front of you, because otherwise, you'd find yourself falling for a seventeen-year-old, and you simply will not let that happen.

You and some of Héctor's other friends are on the beach, playing an epic sand volleyball tournament by the lovely expanse of cool light blue water.

Of course, Héctor made sure to be on the same team as you.

Your long hair has grains of sand in it, and your knees are a little red, but you don't care. You're having the time of your life.

When you take off your tank top in the heat so you're just wearing your swim top, you catch Héctor's eye and snap. "Hey, buddy! Keep your focus! It's your serve!"

He blushes and looks away, before serving.

It's quite a bad serve, and goes straight into the grass on the other end of the net.

You catch his eyes and teasingly stick out your tongue as he argues, "We're on the same team!" with a little laugh.

But then, you run for the ball a few volleys later, slide, hit it up, but have a little tumble, gently hit your head on the pole that holds up the volleyball net, and up laying on your back, staring up at the blue sky, eyes glazed over in confusion.

But only for a moment, before Hector's concerned eyes come into view. Immediately he's there, kneeling by you. "Are you okay?" he asks, putting his hand on your arm.

"Yeah... yeah, I am. I think so..." You feel a bit of a sting below your hairline on your forehead, so you drag your hand over it, and stare in horror when you bring your hand back down to see it covered in blood.

You scream.

"Hey, hey... Looks just like a gash," Héctor says immediately in a soothing tone, giving your arm a little rub. "Come on." He hold his hand out to you to help you up. "I'll help you clean it up in the bathroom."

"Should we keep playing without you guys?" one of Héctor's friends calls as you walk with him toward the bathroom slowly, kind of in a daze.

"Yeah!" Héctor calls back. "We'll be back in a few."

When in the bathroom, you immediately rinse your hand as Héctor begins gently wiping up your forehead, asking gently, "Does it hurt a lot...?"

"No..." you say softly, looking at yourself in the mirror. "Just a little sting... It was just the blood, I think..."

He nods. "The shock of seeing all that blood."

"Right. Exactly," you say with a shaky sigh.

"Just looks like a cut that's bleeding a lot. You'll be a okay," he reassures, and although you could have just told yourself that, it's nice to have someone else saying it. "Just need it to stop bleeding as much, and then we can go back, and I'll get you a Band-Aid for it."

"You thought to bring Band-Aids?" you ask, surprised.

"I somehow remembered, yeah," he chuckles. But then his cheeks redden as he adds, "I mean, it's good I did, in the end. That way, I can take care of you..." His hand gently strokes your arm.

"Shut up, Héctor," you respond, looking away from him in the mirror to shield him from seeing the stupid pinkness on your cheeks. "You realize I could have taken care of myself just fine. I don't need a seventeen-year-old taking care of me."

"Sure," he grins, "but one did, regardless."

You sigh and roll your eyes as he continues to dab at your cut. Once the bleeding has stopped enough to not be dripping blood, he takes your hand and leads you out of the bathroom, saying, "I'll seal this up with a Band-Aid now."

You almost forget to slip your hand back out of his.

When you reach the beach chairs, where the Band-Aids Héctor brought will be, he gently urges you to sit down. You do so, and he kneels in front of you, looking into your eyes. He brushes some hair off your forehead gently, away from the wound, before putting the Band-Aid on it, saying, "There you go! All better." He gives your bare thigh a little pat, which makes your face heat up.

"Héctor, keep your hands to yourself," you say rudely, but he doesn't take offense, and just continues, "Feel better enough to keep playing?"

You nod and stand up with him, walking toward the volleyball court again.

Héctor had a bunch of friends over for his birthday.

Eighteen.

It leaves you with some questions.

He's older, now.

Legally, an adult.

And clearly Héctor has some questions, too, because for a moment, he whispers in your ear, "Will you be able to stay a little longer? After everyone else has left?"

You blink a few times, and can't help but blush. "That's fine. We can do that."

He nods, looking relieved. "Alright. Good. Let's do that."

So later, after a fun couple of hours, you watch the last of Héctor's friends leave.

So only the two of you remain.

He gently takes your hand, and you sit down on the couch together. "So," he begins. "I'm eighteen. I'm an adult now."

You nod slowly. "You are. Look at how much you've grown up," you tease, grinning.

He squeezes your hand. You stare at the two hands, connected. He smiles a bit, saying, "You've had all these months, of really getting to know me."

"I know," you smile. "And I think I like you."

He nods. "Enough...?"

"Enough for what?"

"I know I'm so much younger than you. But think about it. Now I'm eighteen. Eighteen and twenty-one is fine. I mean, Vitor's wife is older than him! He's eighteen!"

You smile softly. "Yeah, that's a good point."

"So?"

"So what?" you grin.

"Would you date me now?"

"Maybe I would," you say softly, feeling butterflies a little.

He grins wider. "Come on. Just say it. I know you like me back."

"Sure, Héctor," you roll your eyes. "I like you back."

He grins, and suddenly hugs you tightly- not what you were expecting, but you didn't know what to expect. "Oh, thank goodness," he mutters. "I've been waiting to hear you say that for months..."

You grin and hug him tighter back, "Yeah, yeah," you say, ruffling his hair. "I'm sure you have been."