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sports-on-sundays · 27 days

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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.

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httpsdana · 2 months

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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

you can request from my prompt list

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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

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ikram1909 · 18 days

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“only hector left” are you forgetting this

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

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

#the entire clip is cut straight from a series 😭😭#the camera shot slowly going up Gavi's body kills me every time #the cameraman was in full thirst mode 😭😭#and then there's poor hector trying to talk to him 😭#pablo gavi #baby waby #hector fort #barça is one tiktok challenge of these two together away from fixing all their financial problems #but our board are useless

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strawberryblue-blog · 2 months

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please do the fc barcelona boys (fermin, lamine, hector, pedri, marc) with a volleyball player gf plsspslpssplsps im on my knees begging

Volleyball player girlfriend

—FC Barcelona.

summary: How would they react to having a girlfriend who plays volleyball?

warnings: none. cute, soft.

#SEXYNOTE: I apologize for the delay. I've already started classes again and i'm picking up the pace.

I hope the person who asked for this enjoyed it. Thank you very much, love you 💝

Fermin Lopez.

He was very surprised when you told him you play volleyball, it's a sport he really likes so he would go to see you every game. Even if he has training or concentration he will do his best to come and watch you play.

He will want you to teach him all about the sport, he will listen attentively and try to play with you. He is very supportive and proud that you are so good and especially that you don't give up when you lose.

On the volleyball court, he follows you with his eyes every move you make. The determination in his eyes and the grace with which you move around the court fills you with admiration. Every point in your favor is a shared victory that strengthens the connection between you, making you appreciate your passion for the game even more.

Lamine Yamal.

He was so happy that you invited him to a game as a first date. He loves any sport and watching you play volleyball was like a crush for him. He loves that you are as passionate about something as he is about football.

He would take you to every practice, he would even stay and watch you for support. He would go to your games, buy your jersey, bet on your team, be your number one fan and be proud of your talent and skill.

As he watch the volleyball game, Lamine feel a mixture of nerves and excitement. Every time you serve well or defend skillfully, he experiences a surge of joy for you. The intensity of the match seems to mirror your own emotions, creating a unique bond between the sport and the connection you share with him.

Hector Fort.

He would be so excited to go to your games, he would be in number one fan mode. He loves to support you no matter how much you have to travel to other places, if he has the day off he will definitely drive to you.

He is not a good player but he would play with you all afternoon even if you kicked his ass. You guys have fun playing, watching games, supporting each other. He loves that you have a passion like he does and that you both can enjoy each other in every sport.

As he immerses himself in the world of volleyball, he becomes your most fervent spectator. Every time you connect with the ball, he feels a special throbbing in his heart. The emotion and effort you put into every play not only fills him with pride but also reinforces the complicity you share.

Pedri Gonzalez.

Actually that's how you met, he went to a game with the boys and it was like love at first sight, apart from the talent and good attitude you had on the field.

He's just another fan, he always tries to encourage you, he goes to every game or watches them on TV, he wears your jersey, he would come to see you with his whole family. He is a proud boyfriend and admires you for your warmth and discipline.

From the stands, he watches in admiration as his girlfriend rises to the challenge on the court. Every serve, every block, every point, awakens in him a mixture of emotion and unconditional support. His attention is reflected in your every move, creating a special bond between his love for the sport and you.

Marc Guiu.

He thought it was so cool when you told him you played volleyball. He had never met anyone who would play any other sport besides football and he really found it interesting.

He would play with you and be very competitive, he knows that way you can train better and get better. He would definitely go to your games, wear your jerseys and be the proud boyfriend posting pictures and everything about you playing and cheering you on.

He is always in the stands, watching in admiration as his girlfriend dominates the volleyball court. Every graceful move and every powerful attack awakens in him an irrepressible pride. His support reflected in every serve and the joy in his eyes as he celebrates a point make you feel lucky to have him by your side.

#football imagines #imagine #football one shot #fc barcelona #pedri #fermin lopez x you #fermin lopez #pedri x you #hector fort #lamine yamal #lamine yamal x reader #marc guiu #marc guiu x you

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pepexpablito · 17 days

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what writings r upcoming

. FERRAN FLUFF TO ANGST

.PEDRI AND GAVI LOVE TRIANGLE

.PEDRI SMUT BLURB

.LAMINE FLUFF PT.2

.TEXTS FROM THE BARCA BOYS (DEPENDS DONT REALY KNOW HOW ILL DO IT YET)

.HECTOR X MODEL GF

.GAVI MAKING IT OFFICIAL

(HOPFULLY ILL HAVE THEM ALL OUT BY TODAY AND TOMMAROW,FEEL FREE TO SEND ANY REQUESTS MY LITTLE POOKIESSSS😘💗💗💗💗💗💗)

#pablo gavi #gavi x reader #gavi #gavi smut #pedri #gavi imagine #pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #pedri smut #ferran torres #ferran torres imagine #ferran torres x reader #ferran torres one shot #lamine yamal #hector fort imagine #hector fort x reader #hector fort

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loviingpedri · 5 months

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one of his girls tonight - hector fort

prompt: he can’t get enough of you.

warnings: cursing, drinking, clubbing, suggestive content, grammar issues, not intense smut (viewer discretion is still advised)

please let me know if more since this is going to be a little explicit.

any italicized texts are lyrics

credits to owners for all images

what else do young adults do in their free time? party, of course.

nothing like a hot saturday night in barcelona when the city was awake as people went out.

“y/n! my sexy girl, let’s go!” going out with your friends at least once a month was a must. meeting new people, kissing strangers, waking up next to someone random.

everything felt like a fever dream. especially that one boy you shared an unforgettable kiss with. last month, you were drunk out of your mind. you met this one guy, he had brown fluffy hair and touched you in the right places. your friends always said you were gonna go home with him and make him yours for the night. until, a random girl walked up to you and slapped you. either you just made out with someone’s boyfriend or someone was a complete control freak over him.

you hoped to see him tonight. some reassurance of what happened last month. and if he’s single, maybe you’ll keep him wrapped around your finger this time.

“alright! i’m ready!” you grabbed your small purse that barely fit anything in it and ran into the uber with the 10 other people in it. “a bit crowded?” you laughed as some people were sitting on each other’s laps.

“anything to save money and not have a designated driver tonight. today’s the day where all hell will break lose.” going out with a group of people was safer, calmer, and more fun.

lately, your life had been hitting every single positive goal in life. you spent your days with the people who brought out the best. little did you know, you would meet the person who would see you inside and out.

getting out the car was a hassle. thanking the driver and running to show your ids to the bouncer. already pre-gamed at your tiny apartment, it was finally time to let loose.

“it’s fucking hot in here.” one of your dearest friends spoke to you as you tried to mingle on the dance floor.

“i just finished my makeup 20 minutes ago and i can feel it melting already.” you fanned yourself to keep composed.

“y/n, that guy keeps staring at you.” looking behind your shoulder. you saw the one and only boy, the one with the best lips you’ve ever felt on yours.

“holy shit. that’s the guy with the crazy girl that slapped me.” you looked at your friend in disbelief. he must’ve went out to the clubs a lot if you continued to see him.

“go up to him. i don’t see her around. ask him what that whole fight was about. take a shot though, you’re gonna need it.” turning around, you could already see his eyes going up and down from behind you. meeting with your friends at the bar and downing shots after shots. finally feeling the alcohol in your system, a new boost of confidence was found.

walking up to him, you spotted different girls surrounding him. as you got closer, he sat up straight and tried to distance himself. sitting down next to him, he sat there frozen.

“hey, aren’t you the guy from a few weekends back?” for a guy who seemed popular around the ladies, he seemed pretty fucking nervous around you.

“yeah i am. sorry about that slap. i don’t know what happened. she’s not my girlfriend by the way. just someone random.” he spoke so fast, fidgeting with his hands. considering you already made out with him, there was no reason for him to be scared.

“you seem very popular. met anyone you like?” he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. you listened closely to the song in the background as he tried to form an answer.

push me down, hold me down.

spit in my mouth while you turn me on. i wanna take your light inside.

“you. can’t ignore a pretty girl like you.” he began to play into your little game. slowly, you touched his shoulder and sat closer to him in a comfortable position.

“oh yeah? well, this ‘pretty girl’ has to know your name first.”

and i’m screamin’ out. give me tough love.

“my name is hector. yours?”

“i’m y/n. you have a little something on your neck.” spotting a red kiss-mark on his neck, obviously not from you, you smudged it off.

we don’t gotta be in love no. i don’t gotta be the one, no.

i just wanna be one of your girls tonight.

“wishing it was your lipstick?” he give a little grin, trying to rile you up. you looked at him, his way of words trying to get into your pants was working.

“i don’t need to wish.” within seconds, your lips happened to be on hector’s. your legs straddling him while he rubbed your thighs.

he knows how to get the best out of me.

his hands were grabbing your waist as you felt the material of his pants under you. he continued rubbing your thighs, but he slowly made it up to your ass. as you gasped for air, he decided it was a good time to slip in his tongue.

finally breaking the kiss, you hear him whimper for more even over the loud music. smiling at him, you made your way to his neck and jaw. you planted a few kisses here and there, then you could feel his hand start to go under your dress.

“not here, but i know a few places.” making eye contact, you already knew where this was going.

hector wanted to you to be his girl every night.

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author’s note: author gone wild. imagination got the best of me and i know this is not likely of my stories. let me know if i did good for these kind of storylines!

#football x reader #football fanfic #football imagine #spotify #fc barca #fc barcelona #hector fort #hector fort x reader #hector fort imagine #hector fort x y/n #hector fort fanfic #hector fort x yn #Spotify

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barcaluvv · 3 months

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< ONE SHOT HECTOR FORT X READER > with sad ending !! You and Hector always hid your relationship, he was a fboy while you were just madly in love with him, to the point where you wouldn't sleep at night because of him. One day he would ignore you and when the evening covers your city sometimes he calls you to spend time together. You thought it was cute, you would always go to the stadium and play football he loved to make fun of you, watching you not being able to learn the tricks he tried to teach you, never being able to figure it out, he would never give up on that just like he never gives up in football. One day everything came crashing down for you, before that you noticed that he was behaving strangely, his eyes would constantly water and he would always avoid talking. One random night at exactly 1 am in the morning, how much it broke you, you remembered everything on point, you heard a big rock thrown by someone on landing on your window stall. Oh god Hector, he was all in tears, swollen eyes and cold hands, without a second thought you went downstairs. You hugged him but he didn't move, he cried on your shoulder and this was the first time seeing him cry. Oh my boy, what's wrong? You asked tapping his curls that were wet from the pouring rain. No, I can't do this anymore! said Hector. He started to pull out of your hands, and after the words he gasped out you felt like something inside you broke that night and can never be fixed again. "Y/n my mother is sick and we have to move back to Spain." I've been meaning to tell you this but I couldn't, I was not brave, but after a pack of cigarettes I finally decided I don't want you worried anymore. you fell on the stairs crying "no no no this is not happening" you begged In despite. He kissed the tears off from you cheeks, holding you in his hands whispering into your ear "I will always remember you", feeling his heartbeat begin to shake, tone all high pitched and wobbly pulling out of you. I could be in the palm of your hands, but still not written for you said the boy slowly kissing your hand once again saying "Take care Hermosa".

#fc barcelona #hector fort #barca #love #pablo gavi #hector x reader #fluff #angst

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scotianostra · 11 days

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James Allan Mollison was born on April 19th 1905 in Glasgow.

Graeme Obree, Chris Hoy and a certain steam train have all bee called The Flying Scotsman in their time, but the original title goes to a man who actually did fly, Jim Mollison.

Jim would go on to become a pioneering aviator, breaking records for long distance flights. His marriage to fellow aviator Amy Johnson also saw them lauded as the golden couple during their time together.

Born the only child of Hector Alexander Mollison, a consultant engineer, and Thomasina Macnee Addie. He was educated at The Glasgow Academy and Edinburgh Academy and took an early interest in flying and obtaining his Royal Air Force (RAF) Short Service Commission at 18, he was the youngest officer in the service, and upon completion of training was posted to India, flying on active service in Waziristan.

At the age of 22, Mollison became a flying instructor at Central Flying School (CFS), again setting the record for being the youngest in this role. Shortly after, he transferred to the RAF Reserve and devoted his time to civil aviation. In 1928-29, he served as an instructor with the South Australian Aero Club in Adelaide, leaving that position to become a pilot with Eyre Peninsular Airways and Australian National Airways.

In July-August 1931, Mollison set a record time of eight days, 19 hours for a flight from Australia to England, and in March 1932, a record for flying from England to South Africa in 4 days, 17 hours flying a de Havilland Puss Moth.

Mollison eventually served in the ATA Air Transport Auxiliary in the Second World War. In June 1941 Mollison and an ATA crew delivered Cunliffe-Owen OA-1 G-AFMB to Fort Lamy, Chad. The aircraft was fitted out as a personal transport for General De Gaulle.

Mollison was feted in London and New York, and could lead the life he had always wanted. “I am a night bird,” he once said. “Life and enjoyment begin when daylight fades. Cocktail bars and clubs, music, beautiful women— that’s living. Daylight comes to me as an interval for sleeping until an afternoon drink helps to bring on another evening.” His autobiography was called “Playboy of the Air”.

When Mollison and Amy Jonson married in 1932 the press were delighted, they were dubbed The Flying Sweethearts by the press and public. . The match was was perfect for the publicity machine, and the two of them set about devising new aviation records: in 1933 they flew together from Wales to New York and had a ticker-tape reception in Wall Street. But marriage did not last long or end well. It has sometimes been assumed that the match was a simple career move on Mollison's part: certainly he did not halt his relationships with other women. Nor did it limit his drinking. As I said earlier, he got the tag “ the Flying Scotsman” but those close to him called him “Brandy Jim”.

As well as his Playboy lifestyle and heavy drinking Jim Mollison was also quick with his fists, and a manager from the Grosvenor House Hotel was reported as saying ” We've had the most awful night here. Jim Mollison and Amy Johnson had a fearful row and he's beaten her up. The bathroom looks like a slaughterhouse.” The marriage officially ended in 1938.

Mollison kept flying, and – like Johnson – flew in a non-combat role in WWII. Both of them flew in the Air Transport Auxiliary. Johnson died in 1941 after baling out of aircraft. Mollison had at least one close escape, when his plane was shot up, but survived the war.

Mollison later settled in London and ran a public house. He married Maria Clasina E. Kamphuis in 1949 at the Maidenhead Register Office. Mollison continued to abused alcohol and in 1953, the Civil Aviation Authority Medical Board revoked his pilot's licence. The couple separated but Maria bought the Carisbrooke Hotel in Surbiton for him – a temperance hotel.

Suffering from acute alcoholism, he was admitted to The Priory, Roehampton, southwest London, where he died on 30 October 1959, the official cause of death was pneumonia, but unofficially it was thought to be alcoholic epilepsy.

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fort and marc smut! marc is getting too cocky and fort is tryna play it cool but he gets super annoyed and ends up putting marc in his place.. super mean, degrading and careless abt it too!

leaves marc shaking but he def won’t act up again

I'm back on track! Do leave more reqs bb <𝟑

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TRIGGER WARNING. ROUGH SEX, DEGRADING, CHOKING, SLAPPING, NSFW, MDNI.

Hector was sitting in the living room of his own house with his teammates. Yamal, Cubarsi. They're all casually chatting when Marc arrives he walks in the living room, clearly looking for attention. He saunters over to the couch and begins to brag about his recent successes.

Hector listens to Marc's boasts with a growing sense of irritation. He knew that Marc was full of hot air, and it infuriated him to see everyone lapping it up.

"And then there was the time I scored that winning goal against our rivals," Marc says, leaning in conspiratorially. "The crowd went wild! It was like being a rock star." He takes a sip of his drink.

Cubarsi and Yamal can't take Marc's boasting anymore either. They quickly gather their things and excuse themselves from the table, leaving Hector and Marc alone.

Hector clenches his fists under the table, trying to maintain his composure. "That's impressive, Marc," he says through gritted teeth. "But you know what else is impressive? The fact that you missed three easy shots in that same game."

Marc's face turns red with anger. "You're just jealous!" he shouts back at Hector. "You were never good enough to play professionally!" He grabs his drink and storms off, leaving a stunned silence in his wake.

Hector slumps back into his chair, exhaling heavily. He can't believe Marc just said that. It's not the first time Marc has been this cocky, but today...he feels like he's crossed a line.

Hector quickly finishes his drink and follows Marc to his room. He knows he shouldn't be angry, but Marc's behavior has been pushing him further and further away. As he enters the room, he sees Marc sitting on his bed, looking smug as usual.

Hector clenches his fists as he approaches Marc, his eyes burning with anger. He knows he has to put Marc in his place, once and for all. Without saying a word, he lunges forward and grabs Marc by the shirt collar, pulling him close.

Marc's eyes widen in shock as he feels Hector's strong grip on his shirt collar. Before he can comprehend what's happening, Hector smashes their lips together, kissing him hard with teeth.

Marc tries to pull away, but Hector places his hand on his mouth, pushing him back onto the bed. He straddles Marc's waist, pinning him down as he continues to kiss him roughly.

Hector's anger fuels him, making him lose control. He kisses Marc harder, his tongue forcing its way into Marc's mouth. His hands rip off Marc's clothes, leaving him naked underneath.

Marc pulls away from the kiss, gasping for air. He looks up at Hector with heavy breaths, his eyes filled with confusion and fear. "Why are you doing this?" he asks hoarsely.

Hector smirks down at Marc, amused by his confusion. "Oh, Marcito you really don't know do you?" He says mockingly. "I think you know why I'm doing this. You've been pushing me further and further away with your cockiness and misbehaviour."

Hector tears off his own shirt, revealing his chest. He pushes two fingers down Marc's throat, making him gag and choke. "This is what you were looking for, isn't it?" he asks, his voice low and menacing. "

Hector smirks as Marc's face turns a deeper shade of red. He pulls his pants down with one hand, revealing his throbbing erection. "Now, let's see if you can handle this," he growls, positioning himself between Marc's legs.

Hector pushes inside Marc's tight hole, feeling it stretch around him. He groans in pleasure as he starts to thrust deep inside him. His hand goes to Marc's mouth, muffling his cries of pain. "Shhh...take it, you little slut." He snarls, spitting on Marc's face.

Hector continues his brutal sexual assault on Marc, relishing in the power he holds over him. He grabs Marc's hair roughly, pulling his head back as he slams into him harder.

"You like that, don't you?" Hector asks, slapping Marc's cheek. "You're nothing but a dirty little cocksucker who craves this kind of treatment." He slams into him deeper, reaching for Marc's nipples and twisting them hard.

"You were begging for this, weren't you?" Hector growls, pulling out of Marc and smacking his ass hard. "You knew what would happen if you kept taunting me." He grabs Marc's face, forcing him to look at him.

Marc tries to deny it, but Hector can see the truth in his eyes. The look of desire and submission only fuels him further. Marc's body responds to Hector's rough behavior, his erection leaking precum onto the bed.

He slaps Marc's thigh hard before penetrating him once more, going even deeper this time. "Fuck, you're so tight," Hector's movements become increasingly harsh as he continues to pound into Marc.

Hector grips Marc's hair even tighter, slamming his head against the mattress as he pounds into him harder. "This is what you get for being a cocky little bitch," he whispered.

Marc whimpers, his entire body shaking as Hector continues to take him roughly. The pain is almost unbearable, but he can't help the fact that he's still hard and leaking precum. As Marc's body trembles with the overwhelming pain and pleasure, Hector's thrusts become even faster and rougher. He smirks down at him, admiring the teardrops that run down his cheeks.

As Hector continues to thrust in and out of him. Marv bites his lip, trying to suppress his cries as hot tears stream down his face. His body feels like it's on fire from the harsh rough sex.

Hector sees the precum dripping from Marc's cock and smirks. He grabs it, squeezing it tightly before laughing cruelly. "You're such a fucking mess," he says.

Hector squeezes Marc's throat, choking him slightly as he looks down at him with sadistic pleasure. He leans in, his hot breath ghosting over Marc's face. "You want me to stop?" he whispers, his grip tightening around his neck.

Hector tightens his grip on Marc's throat, feeling the young man's desperation. He watches as Marc wheezes for air, his cock still hard and leaking precum. He doesn't loosen his grip or stop thrusting into him.

Hector's hands tighten around Marc's throat as he feels the young man struggling beneath him. He uses this leverage to push Marc down onto the bed harder, their combined weight causing the mattress to sink slightly.

Hector ignores Marc's desperate attempts to escape from his grip. He keeps pushing down on the young man's neck, watching as Marc's eyes bulge and his tongue sticks out in a futile attempt at breathing.

As Marc's eyes roll back in his head and he loses consciousness, Hector finally releases his grip on his throat. However, he doesn't stop there; he leans in and kisses along Marc's neck before continuing to thrust into him roughly.

Hector continues to thrust into Marc's limp body, his face contorted in a mixture of lust and anger. He bites down hard on Marc's shoulder, drawing blood as he releases his pent-up frustration and desires onto the unconscious young man.

Hector pauses momentarily as he feels Marc's body jolt beneath him, his eyes widening in surprise when the young man's eyes flutter open. He continues to thrust into him, relishing in the pain he sees reflected in Marc's tear-stained face.

Hector pulls back slightly, grabbing Marc's cock in his hand and jerking it forcefully. The rough movement causes Marc to cry out hoarsely, his voice strained from the previous abuse he's endured.

As Marc inches closer to ejaculation, Hector watches with a mixture of anticipation and cruelty. He knows that the young man is in so much pain and humiliation, yet he still manages to find pleasure in this twisted act.

Hector pulls out of Marc and lets out a deep groan as he releases his pent-up semen onto the young man's chest. Some of his cum drips down to touch Marc's chin.

Hector couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction washing over him. He knew that his Marcito was now broken and submissive; he won't be acting up anytime sooner. Smirking, Hector walked towards the bathroom. He left Marc alone on the bed, shaking and trembling as his thighs quivered.

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BasilKel Swap Prologue Part 4

VAST FOREST- PATH TO FORT

After stopping by Mari’s picnic again, the party made their way south of the playground, then further past the crossroads, until they came across the familiar tunnel entrance that led to the brother’s house.

It was a wide tunnel, even at its entrances, and it cleaved straight through the forest dirt, surrounded by tree roots along the walls and ceiling, and glowing gems of all colors inlaid in and poking out of the floor. The biggest gems stood up out of the dirt, shining in the middle of the pathway and leaving the entire path lit up. In Omori's opinion, This-Way-Stones were the best way to see in dark caves.

Kel grinned at them as they made their way further down. “Y’know, everytime I’m down here, I remember just how cool this place is! Y’know, I actually helped dig this tunnel! Me and Hector!”

“Hector?” Basil asked. “Who’s that? I don’t remember meeting anyone who could dig this whole tunnel by themself.”

Kel huffed, sticking out his tongue. “It wasn’t on his own! I told you, I helped! And anyway, Hector’s a Pet Rock I found a while back! He came from Otherworld, and he’s super cool! I wanted to show you guys today, but I… couldn’t find him.” Kel ducked his head away as he stepped around a tall blue gem. Hero looked over at Aubrey, and she looked away, sweating. “I swear, I know where I put him, but he wasn’t there at all! I hope he didn’t run off without saying goodbye…”

“Well, I think Aubrey might-”

Aubrey yelled suddenly, interrupting Hero. “LOOK AT THAT!!” She pointed at a Lost Sprout Mole kicking one of the brighter gems. The deep blue crystal made a quiet clunk and seemed to get darker with each kick. “What’s that Sprout Mole doing?”

Kel looked, and jumped into action. “Huh? Hey! Stop that!” he yelled. “If you break that, we won’t be able to see where we’re going!”

The Sprout Mole stared at him for a second, then gave it another hard kick.

“Wha-! You!”

‘Kel engaged the Lost Sprout Mole!’

‘What will Kel do?’

‘Kel attacks Lost Sprout Mole! Lost Sprout Mole takes 10 damage.’

He threw his ball at the mole, knocking it over and letting it flail on the ground for a second. Then he seemed to get an idea.

‘Lost Sprout Mole is rolling around.’

“Hey, Basil! C’mere!” Kel turned and waved him over. Basil blanched at him, but approached anyway.

“What’s- What’s going on?”

Kel clapped a hand on his shoulder, grinning. “I’m gonna teach you how to fight! Then, you can go anywhere! Doesn’t that sound awesome?!”

Basil scrunched in on himself, flustering. “Is it really necessary? I mean, I,” he gestured out weakly. “I’ve got you guys to help me!”

“Yeah, but what if you don’t? Like, you get lost or something? Trust me, I know what I’m talking about!”

Aubrey snorted from where she was watching them. “Yeah, he does.”

“Thank you, Aub-”

“Kel gets lost all the time, remember?”

Kel sulked, suddenly blue, and Basil giggled.

“Well, alright. I guess I can give it a shot?”

‘Basil joined Kel’s party!’

“Okay, so, your skills right now are Wallflower, Guard, and… Tend!” Kel summarized cheerfully. "Guard, anyone can do that. It makes you take less damage! Stuff hurts less when you expect it! Like this!"

He crossed his arms over his face, adjusting his stance to take a hit.

'Kel guards.'

Basil nodded. "That makes sense, I think." Kel grinned, and continued.

"Alright! Wallflower's pretty cool! You ask someone on your side for help keeping you safe!" He pointed his thumb at his own chest. "You hide behind them, and any attacks that would hit you hit your friend instead!"

The green haired boy's face fell. "But, I don't want my friends to get hurt!" He whined, and Kel reached up and patted his head.

"Don't worry! Really!" When he didn't look convinced, the other laughed. "You don't have a lot of endurance, just like me, right? So if you get hurt, it'll hurt you worse than, like, Omori or Hero! It's, uh… What’s the word again, Hero?"

He turned to his brother, ignoring the fuming Sprout Mole, and Hero thought it over.

"Relative?"

"YEAH, THANK YOU!!" Kel cheered, and turned back to Basil. "If you take 10 damage, that's relatively more damage than if Hero takes 10! 'Cause, you're more soft and squishy and cute! It’d be bad if you got hurt!"

"C-cute? What-"

"Anyway!" Kel barged forward, ignoring Basil’s stuttering. "Try using Wallflower, and hide behind me!"

‘Basil hides behind Kel! Kel gets ready to counter!’

The Sprout Mole charged forward, smacking into Kel’s leg, and Kel kicked out, launching it.

‘Lost Sprout Mole bumps into Kel! Kel takes 2 damage! Kel counters! Lost Sprout Mole takes 10 damage!’

“Yeah, just like that!” The caped-boy cheered.

Basil watched the Sprout Mole stomp itself upright uneasily, then tugged on Kel’s cape. “Hey, Kel? Just a little question, but why is the Sprout Mole… glowing?”

“Heh! It's because the Sprout Mole is ANGRY, see Basil?” Kel pointed as the plant creature shook its head back and forth. Basil nodded, looking confused. “Enemies feel EMOTIONS, too, you know! Not just normal ones! And in battle, they change how you fight! So, you gotta remember what EMOTION does what!”

“Oh, uh, right. I’ve never seen them in a fight before. ANGRY makes you… hit harder, right?”

Kel cheered. “Yeah! ANGRY brings your ATTACK up! But you’re not being careful, so your DEFENSE goes down. Got it?”

He hummed, nodding slowly. “Defense down, attack up… So, now would be a good time to use Wallflower, so that I don’t get hurt, and the opponent takes damage?”

“Perfect!” Kel held up his hand for a high five, and Basil nervously clapped his hand.

‘Kel cheers Basil on! Basil feels HAPPY! Basil HIT RATE rose!’

‘Kel’s party was victorious! Gained 22 exp! Gained 3 clams!’

Sprout mole defeated, Kel stepped forward to check on the glowing crystal. He knocked on it and when it made a bell-like chime, turned back with a cheerful smile.

“Looks like the This-Way-Stone is A-Okay!” He said, giving a thumbs up. “You’re pretty good at this Basil!”

“Huh? R-Really? Heh heh,” Basil blushed as he looked away, Aubrey snickering into her hand. “I was just listening to what you said, Kel... But um, thanks anyway.”

“Hey, Kel? Don’t we have a book of enemies we’ve fought before?” Hero asked, and Kel jumped in place, eyes wide.

“Oh yeah, we totally did!”

“Did?” Hero gave Kel an unimpressed look, and the younger brother looked sheepish.

“I, uh, may have lost it?”

Hero sighed, looking tired, but Kel rushed to speak before he could get a word in.

“BUT IT'S OKAY! Beeecause of this! TA-DA!” Kel held out his camcorder, and shoved it into Omori’s hands. “My camera will be super useful for keeping track of stuff you come across! Weird enemies, confusing places, cool events, even battle techniques- You can take notes on everything! So, while it’s not /as/ cool as Hero’s Foe Facts! or Self Help books, you can use it for both! And, to review what you were doing last. Go wild!”

Omori looked over the camcorder, turning it this way and that, before finally pocketing it.

‘Kel gave you Kel’s Camera.’

Hero huffed, shaking his head. “Kel, what did I tell you about messing with my stuff?”

Kel went silent, glancing around, before his eyes caught on something down the tunnel. “Woah, what’s going on over there?!”

“Kelsey,” the older brother began, but Kel was already off like a bullet. Aubrey snickered behind her hand again as Basil giggled, and Hero just stared at the tunnel’s ceiling and sighed.

Kel and Basil faced down another Lost Sprout Mole- this one skipping and dancing so gleefully, that it had covered the nearby red glowing gems with dirt and hidden the path forward. Kel had eagerly jumped into battle, Basil dragged behind him, as Hero tried to clean enough of the gems to proceed.

‘What will Kel and Basil do?’

“Okay! Kel tutorial number two! Make sure to record this, Omori!” Kel cheered, pointing at the Sprout Mole. “This one’s HAPPY, see? Higher speed, and a higher chance to hit weak spots.”

Basil looked it over. “But if you’re skipping and playing like that, won’t you miss your attacks?”

“EX-actly! You're doing great, Basil!” Kel cheered.

‘Kel encourages Basil! Basil’s ATTACK rose! Basil’s DEFENSE rose!’

The Sprout Mole did a spin, and bumped into Basil’s leg. He jumped up, eyes wide.

‘The Lost Sprout Mole bumps into Basil! IT HIT RIGHT IN THE HEART! Basil takes 1 damage!’

Kel clapped his hands together, looking like he was fighting back a laugh. “Alright! It’s your turn to attack now!”

Basil looked up in horror, eyes wide. “Huh? Me? Are you sure?”

“Mm hmm! You should give it a shot! Then, you can handle yourself against other monsters!”

His face scrunched up in hesitancy. He glanced over to where the others were, Aubrey bouncing in place, Omori sitting on the tunnel floor, and Hero brushing spare dirt off his pajamas, having finished tidying the crystals. Omori handed Hero the camcorder, who sighed as he continued recording.

“Come on Basil!” Aubrey called, throwing her hands into the air. “You can do it!”

Basil tensed, then pulled his Jump Rope from his waist. Glanced up again, then squeezed his eyes shut and snapped the toy out at the Mole.

‘Basil attacks the Lost Sprout Mole! Lost Sprout Mole takes 12 damage!’

He peeked an eye open, flicking about over the battle, then relaxed when he saw the Sprout Mole skipping away from him.

“Nice hit Basil!” the caped boy tugged on his arm, eyes gleaming. “I think that's about all of the stuff this battle can teach you, soo… Let's finish this!”

Basil watched him for a moment, then stepped up next to him. “O-okay!”

‘Kel’s party was victorious! Gained 18 exp! Gained 4 clams!’

Hero hummed as Basil dusted himself off. “That’s the second ENEMY with EMOTION we’ve come across. That’s pretty odd, isn’t it?”

The green haired boy looked up, head tilting. “Is it? But, didn’t Kel say it was normal?”

Aubrey hummed, mouth a thin line. “It’s normal, but normally we’ll meet like, one or two in any area! They’re not super common. Right, Omori?” He looked her over, then gave a thumbs up. “Yeah, see! So two of them, so close together… It almost seems kinda important.”

“OHH!” Kel jumped up, glowing such a vibrant yellow that it hurt to look at. Omori squinted at him. “Just like a hero story, right?! Like, maybe a meteor’ll come from the sky! Or maybe-”

He gasped, and glowed brighter. A swirl of pink spun through the glow. Already? “MAYBE WE’RE GONNA GET /SUPERPOWERS/!!” He jumped in place for a moment, then rushed past them, running full speed around the room.

“Kel,” Hero began, and the younger brother skidded to a stop in front of him.

“HERO!! COME ON, THAT’LL BE SO COOL!” Kel flapped his hands, bouncing in place. “WE COULD BE SUPERHEROES!!”

Hero grabbed his shoulders, cutting him off, “Kel, hey. Let’s calm down a little, okay?”

“Huh? Aw man, do I have to?” Kel whined, but even as he did, the yellow faded away into nothing.

“Sorry, Kel. Maybe later,” Hero ruffled his hair, and turned towards the revealed path. “Let’s keep going, alright?”

“Outside ahoy!” Kel cheered, rushing through the end of the tunnel. Aubrey was only a second behind him, the other three content to just walk. “Ow! What the heck, Aubrey?”

Aubrey had whacked his arm with her plushy none too gently. “That doesn’t even make any sense!”

“You don’t need to hit me over it! Really!?” he argued back, and Hero sighed.

“Okay, that’s enough, you two. Look, right there, Mari’s just ahead at her picnic. Can we play nice for now?” He offered, and they glanced at each other before looking pointedly away. He sighed again.

Basil patted his arm in quiet sympathy.

Omori started walking up towards the others, then paused. A glint of blue caught his eye, and he turned his head, watching carefully.

“Omori?” Basil noticed his stillness. “Is… something wrong?” He glanced at the others, was given a confused shrug. Kel walked closer and followed his eyes into the thinner parts of the forest.

Right on the edge of the treeline, there it was.

‘Hidden in plain sight, you find a SAD Lost Sprout Mole.’

“Oh, it’s just a Sprout Mole. I didn’t even notice, heh heh!”

“Wow, really?” Aubrey bounced up next to Omori’s other side, then grinned. “There is! You’ve got good eyes, Omori!”

‘Oh. Well, that’s boring.’

Kel’s eyes went wide, “Oh, wait a sec! Basil, come on! It’s your time to shine!”

“Another fight? All on my own?” He stuttered, and Hero smiled softly.

“Hey, you were great before, and we’ll be right behind you in case anything happens.” The eldest reassured. Basil stared at him, then at the rest of the group.

“... Okay. I’ll… I’ll give it a shot!”

The friends cheered as Basil stepped forward into his first solo battle.

[A boy is standing at the school bus stop, face buried in a book. The cover was blurred, as was the background, and other people.

He suddenly jumped and looked up, smiling at the camera. He began to speak, but the words stayed silent.

A figure with long black hair snuck up behind him, and grabbed his shoulders. He jumped, mouth open in a shocked, silent scream, and the figure laughed, walking in front of him as they pulled their hair back, revealing-]

[The screen breaks. Someone is laughing.]

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sports-on-sundays · 1 month

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

love to hate you / Héctor Fort

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

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

Requested?: Indeed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She's bothering me!" Héctor snaps.

"Your very presence bothers me!"

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

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

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

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

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

"He's annoying," you claim.

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

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

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

You love to hate Héctor.

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

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

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

"Shut up!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Strange things come from eavesdropping on long phone conversations.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or at least you think you hate each other.

Right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Except for you and him, of course.

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

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

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

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

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

Your jaw drops. You heart pounds in your ears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you smile a little back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, because-"

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

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

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

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

And yours is a real kiss.

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

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

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

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httpsdana · 1 month

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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

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23.4.24 - bed - 3:02 - paex - 2A - tue - full moon

a whirlwind of cigarettes (dream)

while trying to leave francesca's I made it to her courtyard, and there a door inviting me into Rosie's kitchen. various internationals, french & germans, intoxicating cigarette smoke & le vin coule à flots.

là je retrouve mathis. son sourire de gargouille une clope sur la lèvre qui pendouille, et je lui souris et je le pourchasses

on me demande de la musique on me demande des photos on me demande de tenir la porte, je cours et je cours autour d'une table sans nourriture.

at some point Kayla gets in.

she urges me to leave, the parisians neither fully awake nor asleep Bertille Maxime Florian Nicolas Nina Luis Colette Hector... 《 Non Michael, reste encore une chanson ! joue encore un peu plus longtemps ! 》 ; someone took my phone out my case I can't find that small paper of naomie's from June 24th, the one from the sequoias from yosemite park.

I can't leave I'm searching desperately, under chairs and boots and sticky floors, no one is helping they fiddle and grab, kayla now joined of mom & Lisa keep saying we have to go...

mais Mathis est tout seul je ne veux pas le laisser, mais où est Greta, il ne fait que rire, 《 vas-y Michael, va-t-en, je t'en fait l'ordre, suis-je pas ton Napoléon ? 》

j'admets la défaite. Francesca descend, elle m'aide à chercher mais c'est trop peu trop tard. on feuillote un autre de mes carnets, je déchire d'une page un dessin de Lucía ou Amber, elle fera l'affaire à côté du coeur rouge de mon téléphone mais Naomie je t'ai perdu.

Kayla me pousse à partir mais on me réclame des BeReals, même elle danc ces moments se fige et s'absente, Mathis fait défilé les shots de whiskey.

《 et alors mon coco, ça ne partage pas ? 》

il sourit il ricane son rire raciste de la pleine lune. il sait qu'il m'a eu, que je suis sa proie. un ange doré du soleil devenu prince ténébreux et je lui en remercie alors qu'il ne m'a toujours rien donné.

maman n'ose pas rentrer dans la pièce, on empeste la fumée, mais pas celle des cigares qu'elle aime bien.

j'aperçois Greta furtivement derrière un frigo ouvert. Mathis me tend la porte puis repart à table boire un coup, j'ai faim je suis affamé ces européens oublient toujours de manger, avec mes gants de voleur j'oses prendre deux fromages mais il m'a vu.

j'ai beau être un renard je reste toujours le seul noir, et surtout ce soir, habillé pour la nuit. j'ai tout appris de ces démons citadins, pour survivre l'hiver j'ai une armure de minuit : la veste en cuir ruinée de Kayla ; la chemise ralph lauren tant aimée de Naomie ; des jeans californiens inspirés de Sydney ; mes bottes italiennes légèrement fâchés.

je refais le tour de la table et je reposes mes fromages. je rejoins Mathis qui éclabousse les alcools et enfin je sort le papershoot, il est miniscule mais son sac à ma hanche m'est une épine et un poids rempli d'amour dont je ne suis pas digne.

là, sans rien voir sans y réfléchir, enfin je documente ce qui me prends, j'imagine qu'au lendemain l'on verra que des photos flous de verres d'alcools gaspillés, et nos deux saoul rires de gamins, enfin les hommes tristes et forts peuvent sourire.

on rejoue le jeu, il part rejoindre sa femme, il me tend l'odeur du salé, mais en volant du fromage je ne me sens pas digne d'être français je les reposes sur la table.

mes sœurs en ont marre et me supplient de sortir, j'y vais extradié en otage confus, je cherchais mes cigarettes 《 laisser moi encore une clope ! 》 Les européens en réjouissent ils clâment ils célèbrent 《 oui! une dernière! par pitié laisser nous encore une dernière, promis c'est juré dans dix minutes c'est tout rangé 》

Francesca me fait signe que je suis dans la démesure et je sors avec kayla et lisa. elles me comprennent mais elles m'aiment. je peine à enfiler mon manteau je peine à prendre mes affaires, me voilà dans la rue ma mère me semble si vielle si fragile si refermée si triste et fâchée, mais moi je me dis adulte et je cherches encore mes cigarettes.

si seulement j'avais la preuve de mes arbres.

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