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pepe marti masterlist !

oneshot ── ★

smau ── ⯌

. . . josep maria marti #21 full masterlist

. . . no.1 party anthem ★

. . . more than enough ★

. . . secret's safe with me ★

. . . first move ★

. . . long enough ★

. . . everyone but you ★

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Guilty as charged | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

summary . . . Buying a puppy with your boyfriend

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

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . THIS IS SO CUTE AND SWEET IM GONNA CRYYYY <33 ALSO WTF MY FATHER JS SAID HES TAKING AWAY ALL MY DEVICES WTF BRO

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

. . . It was one of those sunny Saturdays where the air felt warm but not too hot, perfect for a stroll outside. You and Marc had been talking about getting a dog for a while now, but today felt like the day. You were both in a good mood, excited about the idea of bringing a puppy into your lives.

Marc had been doing his best to stay calm, but you could tell he was excited. His usual relaxed, easygoing demeanor was a little more lively than usual, and there was a sparkle in his eyes whenever he talked about it.

You, on the other hand, were practically bouncing with anticipation. A puppy was something you both had talked about for months, and now the time had finally come.

"Are you sure you’re ready for this?" you asked, teasing him as the two of you walked into the animal shelter.

Marc shot you a playful look. "Of course I am," he replied, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "I mean, it’s not like I’ve never had a dog before. I grew up with them."

You laughed, nudging him with your shoulder. "I’m just making sure you’re not going to bail out on me when the puppy wakes you up at 4 am for a bathroom break."

"I’ll be fine," he said confidently, though his eyes gleamed with excitement. "Besides, you’ll be there to help, right?"

"Of course," you said, rolling your eyes at his playful tone. "I wouldn’t leave you hanging."

Inside, the shelter was bustling with people, some with their eyes glued to the cages, others chatting with staff members. You and Marc wandered through the aisles of dogs, each one more adorable than the last.

But then, you came across a small, fluffy puppy with big brown eyes who immediately caught your attention.

"Oh my god," you whispered, bending down to get a closer look at the tiny ball of fur. "Marc, look at this one."

Marc crouched down beside you, his face lighting up the moment he saw the puppy. The little one was a mix of a golden retriever and something else, and it was all fluffy ears and big paws, the sweetest thing you’d ever seen.

"She's perfect," Marc said, his voice soft as he extended his hand to the puppy. The puppy sniffed his fingers curiously before leaning into his touch, nuzzling his hand. It was like she was already attached to him.

You could see Marc’s face soften, his usual cool and collected nature melting away as he smiled down at the puppy. "She likes me," he said, his voice almost a little in awe.

"I think she likes you a lot," you replied, your heart swelling at the sight of Marc bonding with the puppy so quickly.

The shelter worker approached you both, a kind smile on her face. "You two have good taste," she said. "She’s a sweet one. Her name is Bella."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread in your chest. "Bella. I think that’s perfect," you said, looking at Marc.

Marc’s eyes flickered to yours, a little unsure. "You sure? I mean, if you’re not one hundred percent sold, we can keep looking."

But you could see it in his eyes, he was already in love with her.

"I’m sold," you said, gently reaching out to pick Bella up. The puppy immediately snuggled against your chest, licking your chin as she settled in your arms.

Marc laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine. "I guess we’re getting a puppy, then."

"I think we are," you replied with a grin, looking up at him.

He stood up and took a step closer to you, his hand resting lightly on your back. "You’re okay with this? With a puppy?"

"Are you kidding?" you asked, shaking your head in amusement. "I’ve been wanting one for ages. And now we’re getting this little one to call our own."

Marc’s smile grew wider, and he leaned down to kiss you on the cheek. "Then it’s settled. Bella’s ours."

You both made the arrangements, taking Bella home a little while later. You and Marc set up her little bed in the living room, and the three of you spent the rest of the afternoon lounging on the couch together.

Bella would occasionally wriggle around in her sleep, causing both of you to laugh at her adorable antics.

As evening came, you found yourself lying on the couch with Marc, Bella curled up between you. Marc’s arm was draped over your shoulders, and you felt his thumb gently tracing circles on your arm.

"I can’t believe we have a puppy now," you said softly, watching Bella as she slept, her little chest rising and falling with each breath. "This is crazy."

Marc chuckled, glancing down at the two of you. "Yeah, it is," he agreed, his voice low and thoughtful. "But it feels good. Like…we look like parents now."

You raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at your lips. "Parents, huh?"

He nodded, looking down at Bella. "I mean, we’re already taking care of her. We feed her, we walk her, we make sure she’s comfy….it kind of feels like we’re starting a little family."

You felt a rush of warmth in your chest, and for a moment, you just looked at Marc, taking in the way his face softened when he talked about the puppy. You could see the love he already had for her, and the thought that you were both doing this together made your heart swell.

"Well, if we’re parents," you said, a teasing smile spreading across your face, "then you’re definitely the dad who’s always spoiling her with treats."

Marc grinned, leaning closer to you. "Guilty as charged."

You laughed, but then he shifted so he was facing you fully, his hand gently lifting your chin so you were looking into his eyes. There was something in his gaze, something deeper than usual, filled with affection, and it made your heart skip a beat.

He leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tender kiss. The kiss deepened as you both lost yourselves in the moment, the gentle pressure of his lips sending a wave of warmth through you.

Bella shifted between you both, but neither of you paid her any mind. It was just the two of you, with your new puppy, and everything felt right.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads resting together, Marc smiled, his voice quiet. "I’m glad it’s you I’m doing this with. Starting this…new chapter with."

You smiled, kissing him again, this time with more affection than words could convey. "Me too. I’m glad it’s you."

Marc’s grin widened, and he pulled you in for a tight hug, one arm holding you and Bella close. "Well, we’re in this together now. Puppy and all."

You laughed, feeling more content than you ever thought possible. As you all snuggled together on the couch, you realized that life didn’t get much better than this; Marc, Bella, and the feeling that you were starting a little family of your own.

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Hiii I love your writing can you make one about Marc bernal or gullie Fernandez getting a puppy with there gf

I LOVE THIS SMMMMM

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End | JMM21 x Reader x FC43

pairing . . . pepe marti x reader ,, franco colapinto x reader

summary . . . It was Pepe was your long time best friend, your favourite person, your crush. But Franco was the charming boy who flirted his way into his life. Both wanted you, but you didn't want to choose, you just wanted it to end already

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

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . angst?

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . idk how to write like love triangle stuff but i hope this was good!!

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

. . . You and Pepe had been best friends for years. From the moment you met, there was an instant connection, a bond so natural and easy that it felt like you’d known each other forever.

You spent your days laughing, sharing secrets, and supporting each other through everything life threw your way. The two of you were inseparable. But somewhere along the line, your feelings for him had shifted. What started as friendship had evolved into something deeper.

You didn't dare admit it, not even to yourself. You didn’t want to ruin the most important relationship in your life. After all, what if he didn’t feel the same? You couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

But recently, things had started to feel different. You noticed how your heart raced when you saw him, the way your thoughts often drifted to him even when he wasn’t around. Every time he looked at you with that familiar smile, your breath hitched.

And then Franco joined the team.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. Franco was charming, outgoing, and good looking. He was the type of guy who always had a smile on his face and knew how to make everyone feel at ease.

He was the opposite of Pepe in a lot of ways. Where Pepe was quiet and reserved, Franco was loud and confident. But soon, it became clear that his attention wasn’t just directed toward anyone, he started focusing on you.

It began innocently enough. Casual conversations here and there. He’d compliment your work, or tell you that you looked nice that day.

But then, as time went on, the compliments became more frequent, the touches a little more lingering. Franco had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room whenever he spoke to you.

One evening, after a team dinner, you were standing outside on the balcony, gazing at the night sky.

You’d stepped out for a moment of quiet, trying to sort through the swirl of thoughts in your head. You couldn’t stop thinking about the way Franco had been flirting with you lately, how he made you laugh in a way no one else did.

He was persistent, and it wasn’t hard to feel drawn to him.

But as you stood there, you heard a familiar voice cut through the silence.

"Here you are," Pepe said, leaning against the balcony’s edge with a casual air, though his eyes were darker than usual.

You looked over at him, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. "Just getting some air," you replied, trying to act natural.

Pepe smiled, but it was a little too tight around the edges. He wasn’t quite meeting your eyes. "You know, Franco’s been pretty… forward with you lately."

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden change in his tone. "What do you mean?"

Pepe shrugged, though it didn’t seem entirely casual. "He’s been flirting with you non stop. Kind of hard to miss."

You sighed, feeling an uncomfortable knot form in your stomach. "He’s just being friendly. You know how he is."

Pepe’s expression faltered for a moment. "Right. Friendly."

It hit you then, Pepe was jealous.

You hadn’t even realized how much you’d missed it, but the signs were there. The way he always stayed close to you, his eyes following you when Franco was around. And now, his words were laced with something you couldn’t quite place.

Just then, Franco appeared in the doorway, a wide grin on his face. "There you are," he said, stepping outside to join you both. "I was wondering where my favorite person had gone off to."

Pepe straightened up, his jaw tightening as he met Franco’s gaze. Franco gave him a playful smile, not bothered in the slightest. But you could see the tension between them, two men, both vying for your attention in very different ways.

"Hi, Franco," you greeted him, trying to break the awkward silence. "What’s up?"

Franco leaned against the railing next to you, a bit too close for your comfort. "Just wanted to make sure you weren’t out here all alone. You know, it’s dangerous out here with all the stars in the sky."

You couldn’t help but laugh at his playful tone. "I think I’ll be okay."

Pepe crossed his arms over his chest, his stance stiff. "You’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately," he said, his voice slightly lower than usual.

Franco raised an eyebrow. "Is that a problem?" he asked, the challenge clear in his voice.

Pepe didn’t answer right away. He was staring at Franco now, the muscles in his jaw working. His gaze flickered to you for a brief moment before he looked back at Franco. "I just… I don’t think you’re exactly the type of guy she needs to be hanging out with all the time."

Franco chuckled, clearly unfazed. "Oh really? And what kind of guy is that?"

You could feel the tension rising between them. It was hard to ignore the sharpness in their words, the way they were both trying to stake their claim on you in subtle, unspoken ways. You didn’t want to be the reason for their conflict, but you couldn’t help but notice that you were starting to feel something more for both of them.

"Maybe… we should just drop it," you said, trying to ease the situation. But it was clear neither of them was going to back down.

Pepe turned his gaze to you, his eyes softer now. "I just don’t want you to get hurt. He’s a… bit much."

You couldn’t help but laugh. "Pepe, you're just mad because he’s stealing your spotlight."

Pepe’s eyes narrowed slightly, his lips curving into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Maybe. Or maybe I’m just tired of seeing him flirt with you."

You swallowed, realizing how real this situation had become. The underlying tension between you, Pepe, and Franco was becoming undeniable. And you couldn’t deny that you were starting to favor one of them more than the other.

That night, as you lay in bed, thoughts swirling in your head, you couldn’t stop thinking about Pepe. You had been best friends for so long.

You’d shared everything with him, confided in him, laughed and cried with him. He was always there for you. And the more you thought about it, the more you realized; maybe you had always been drawn to him. Maybe you just didn’t know it until now.

But then, Franco’s playful smile flickered in your mind. His flirtations, his persistence, the way he made you feel special and wanted.

You were caught between two worlds.

The next day, you found yourself standing between the two of them; Pepe, your long time best friend who seemed to be harboring feelings he wasn’t ready to admit, and Franco, the charming newcomer who made your heart race every time he smiled at you.

And it seemed like the competition for your attention had only just begun.

But you wanted it to end already.

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Could you write aPepe Marti and Franco Colapinto love triangle?? Like Pepe and reader are best friends that have been silently crushing on each other for years, but then she meets Franco and he starts flirting with her like crazy?? This then makes Pepe jealous and they both compete for her attention...

LOVE TRIANGLE LOVE TRIANGLE LOVE TRIANGLE (more like a love weird ass shape bc pepe and franco arent in love with each other but wtv)

I LOVE THISSS OMGGG

i made pepe the main li bc theres a drought in pepe fics so i hope thats okay!!

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Everyone but you | JMM21 x Reader

pairing . . . pepe marti x campos!racer!teammater!reader

summary . . . It was obvious to everyone that Pepe was in love you, obvious to everyone but you

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

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . RAHHH I LOVE THIS

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

. . . Pepe couldn’t help but smile every time someone brought you up. It wasn’t the playful teasing or the joking comments that made him grin like an idiot; it was the way they all seemed to know exactly what was happening in his heart before he could even admit it to himself.

His friends, with their mischievous smiles and knowing glances, could tell that something was different, that there was more to his friendship with you than he was letting on.

It always started innocently enough. A question after a race, a casual comment during a team debrief, and suddenly, his whole focus would shift.

They’d ask about your performance or how you were adjusting to the team, and there he’d be, sitting there like he’d just won the lottery, grinning like a fool.

"Hey, Pepe, how’s your favorite teammate doing?" Sebastian would say, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, nudging him in that way that always made Pepe’s stomach do flips.

He’d always try to keep it cool, playing off the question like it was nothing more than a casual inquiry. "She’s great. Always giving 100%, you know?" But it wasn’t just the words that gave it away, it was the way his eyes softened when he said it, the way he immediately started talking about how impressive you were.

"She’s been killing it lately, huh?" Christian would join in, the grin on his face widening as he caught the familiar sparkle in Pepe’s eyes. "What’s your secret to keeping her so focused, Marti?"

Pepe would chuckle nervously, trying his best to hide how flustered he was. "It’s not like that, man. We’re just teammates."

But it was obvious. To everyone else, it was crystal clear.

The others knew. They could see it in the way Pepe looked at you during practice or how he always made a point to check in with you when the two of you were paired together. It wasn’t just a professional bond, it was something deeper.

The way his smile would light up every time you walked into a room, the way his voice would soften when he said your name, the way his entire demeanor changed when he was around you; it didn’t take much to figure it out.

Even when the team would gather after a race, when everyone was unwinding and chatting in the lounge, it was hard for Pepe to focus on anything but you. He’d be sitting across the room, nodding along to the conversation, but his eyes were always on you.

You were laughing, your bright smile filling the room as you joked around with your engineer or with your trainer. He could listen to your laugh all day.

It was the little things that made his heart race; the way your hair fell over your shoulder, the way you caught his eye when you realized he was staring, the way your presence seemed to make everything feel just a little bit better.

And that was the thing. He hadn’t realized how much he was falling for you until it was too late. He’d never meant for it to happen, teammates weren’t supposed to become more than that, were they?

But there was something about you, something that drew him in, something that made his heart skip a beat every time you looked at him.

"You’ve been looking at her a lot tonight," Arvid said, pulling him out of his trance one evening after a race. "What’s up with that? You like her or something?"

Pepe shot him a look, trying to act like he didn’t know exactly what Arvid was getting at. "No, man, it’s nothing like that."

But his voice faltered, and his blush gave him away.

Oliver didn’t let it slide. "Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that. We can all see it, Pepe. You’re head over heels for her."

The teasing became a regular thing. Every time you entered the room, someone would make a comment. "How’s your favorite teammate, Pepe? Everything good?"

Pepe would grin sheepishly, trying to brush it off, but his heart would always race a little faster.

The way they noticed the small details; the way his eyes softened when you walked by, the way he couldn’t seem to stop smiling whenever you spoke, made him feel both exposed and strangely comforted.

But no matter how much they teased him, Pepe still didn’t know how to bring it up to you. How could he? You were his teammate, his friend. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin the balance between you two.

What if you didn’t feel the same way? What if it messed everything up? His mind raced with possibilities, each one worse than the last.

Still, there were moments when he thought maybe, just maybe, you were starting to see him the same way.

The small touches during practice, your hand brushing against his, the way you’d smile at him when you caught him looking, those things made his heart flutter.

But could he really be reading too much into it? Were those just signs of friendship, or was there something more?

The teammates noticed the tension, of course. They saw how Pepe would zone out, looking at you with an expression so soft, it was almost painful to watch.

They saw the way you’d glance at him, your gaze lingering for just a moment longer than usual, and the way Pepe’s face would light up whenever you spoke to him.

One evening, after another round of teasing, Sebastian leaned back in his chair with a grin, watching Pepe’s reaction as you passed by. "Come on, Pepe," he teased. "You’ve got to admit it. You’re practically glowing every time she walks into the room."

Pepe didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t have to. Everyone could see it.

"Yeah, yeah, okay," he muttered, but there was no hiding the joy in his voice. "But don’t tell her. Please."

"Don’t worry, mate. We won’t," Oliver said, nudging him with a wink. "But you’ve got to admit, this whole ‘teammates’ thing is getting harder to ignore, huh?"

Pepe sighed, running a hand through his hair, his heart heavy with the weight of his unspoken feelings. He didn’t know what to do with them, didn’t know if he should even act on them.

Maybe it was just a passing crush, something that would fade with time. But for now, all he could do was sit back and let his teammates continue their teasing, trying to ignore the way his heart kept calling out to you.

And then, there were the quiet moments. The ones where you’d look at him, and he’d look at you, and for just a second, it felt like the world stood still. Maybe, just maybe, you were starting to feel the same way. Or maybe, he was just reading too much into it.

But he was ready to find out. Eventually.

And in the meantime, he’d keep smiling, just like he always did, whenever someone brought you up in conversation. Because even if you didn’t know it yet, his heart already belonged to you.

Everyone knew that.

Everyone but you.

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Can you do Pepe Marti teammates/best friends to lovers? There is a drought of Pepe fics. Like he's pining after her and always smiling whenever someone brings her up in interviews. Basically everyone can tell except them

YES YES YES

and yes omg like theres barely any good ones until like recently??

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https://www.tumblr.com/n0vazsq/770285433829621760/in-love-pt2-hector-fort-x-reader?source=share

Adorable. Amazing. Cute. Any word that describes how sweet this is.

AHHH TYSM 🥹 🫶

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A night to remember | AP80 x Reader

pairing . . . alex powell x gf!reader

summary . . . Getting ready for your date for Alex, he can't help but ask about everything considering your makeup

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

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . AHHHH IM IN LOVE WITH THIS ITS SAUR CUTE <333

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

. . . The apartment was filled with the soft hum of music as you stood in front of your vanity, finishing your makeup for your date with Alex.

You’d told him he didn’t have to arrive early, but, true to his eager and punctual nature, he showed up at least thirty minutes ahead of time.

Now, he was sitting on the edge of your bed, dressed in a black shirt and dark pants, looking effortlessly cute and already ready to go.

He’d been scrolling through his phone at first but quickly abandoned it in favor of watching you, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that made your heart flutter a little.

"You’re really good at that," Alex said suddenly, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.

"At what?" you asked, glancing at him through the mirror, your brush still hovering near your cheek.

"Your makeup. Like, how do you even know what goes where?" he asked, his head tilted in genuine curiosity. It was the way he said it that made it sound like the most intriguing question, as if makeup was some secret art he was eager to understand.

You smiled, dipping your brush into your blush. "It’s not that hard. You just practice a lot and figure out what works for you."

Alex got up from the bed and wandered over, leaning casually against the side of your vanity.

His curious gaze flickered between your face and the array of products scattered across the table. "What’s that?" he asked, pointing to the compact in your hand with a little smile, clearly fascinated by everything.

"Blush," you explained, "It adds color to my cheeks."

He nodded thoughtfully, his eyes scanning your face before narrowing a bit. "Do you really need it? Your cheeks are already kind of pink."

You laughed, lightly tapping the brush against his nose, leaving a tiny dusting of pink powder. "That’s sweet, but yes, I do. It ties everything together."

Alex grinned, swiping at his nose with the back of his hand. "Right, right. I see. Can’t forget the details." His eyes fell to another item on the table, his curiosity unwavering. He picked up a small tube of mascara, holding it up like he’d just discovered a rare artifact. "What’s this one for?"

"That’s mascara," you said, smiling at his continued intrigue. "It makes my eyelashes look longer and darker."

He turned the tube in his hands, inspecting it closely like he was trying to figure out its entire function. "Do you put it on every eyelash? How do you not poke your eye out?"

"Carefully," you teased, taking it from him and unscrewing the cap with ease. "Watch."

Alex leaned in closer, his gaze now laser focused on the mascara wand as you swept it across your lashes with practiced ease. He watched every movement so intently, his brows furrowed, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

"That’s… impressive," he said, sounding almost awestruck.

"Thank you," you replied, setting the mascara down with a little grin. "Anything else you want to know?"

His gaze darted to the eyeliner on the table, like he had just found another mystery to unravel. "What’s that for?"

You picked up the eyeliner, holding it up for him to see, the shiny pen glinting slightly in the soft light. "This is eyeliner. It defines my eyes and makes them stand out more."

"Can I try?" he asked suddenly, a mischievous glint in his eyes as if he was already planning to do something ridiculous.

You burst out laughing. "You want to put eyeliner on me?"

"Why not? How hard could it be?" he said with a grin, his eyes twinkling with playful confidence.

"You’d probably stab me in the eye," you teased, raising an eyebrow.

He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Fair enough. But you have to admit, it’d be funny."

As you moved on to your lipgloss, Alex was right there, hovering over your shoulder, watching your every move like a fascinated child in a candy store.

"So, lipgloss is just for your lips, right?" he asked, a genuinely curious tone in his voice as though this were the most essential question of the night.

"Yes," you said, carefully applying the shade you’d chosen. You added a quick smile, glancing at him. "Not as complicated as mascara, I promise."

"Does it stay on all night?" he asked, sounding like he was genuinely concerned about your lipgloss' staying power.

"Not really, especially if we’re eating or drinking. That’s why I usually bring it with me to reapply," you explained, tapping the tube against the side of the vanity with a thoughtful expression.

"Interesting," he murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly as though he was mentally filing all this information away, clearly fascinated by the precision and detail you put into it all.

Once you’d finished, you leaned back, taking a final look at your reflection, your fingers brushing over your face as if to check for any imperfections. Then you turned to Alex, flashing him a smile. "All done. What do you think?"

Alex’s eyes softened as he took in the final look, his gaze lingering on you with a warmth that made your stomach do a little flip. "You look beautiful. But then again, you always do."

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment, and you playfully shoved his arm. “You’re such a charmer.”

He grinned, shaking his head slightly, before holding out his hand to you. "Ready to go?"

You nodded, taking his hand as he helped you up from the chair. As the two of you headed out the door, Alex glanced back at you with a teasing smile. "So, if I ever need to put on eyeliner, I know who to call."

You laughed, shaking your head with a smile that couldn’t quite hide how fond you were of him. "You’ll be the first guy I’ve ever taught."

"Lucky me," he said, squeezing your hand as you both stepped into the night. With the cool air greeting you both, the city lights twinkling around you, you felt a rush of excitement for the night ahead.

The date with Alex was only just beginning, but the warmth between you both was already filling you up, making everything feel just a little bit more special.

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Hi! Can I request an alex powell fic, where they’re going on a date and he’s done before her and then he watches her put on make up and just asking all these questions like “what’s that for?”, “do you put these on your eyes?”, “how do you do this?” And stuff like that and it’s just really cute and fluffy. Thank you!

YESSSSS OMG !!!!!!!!

im in love with this idea like its my child now

TYSM FOR REQUESTING !!!!!

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Long enough | JMM21 x Reader

pairing . . . pepe marti x campos!intern!reader

summary . . . Pepe had always had a crush on you, but never wanted to confess. That is until 'someone else' swoops in, and he realises he might lose you to him

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

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . not my best work but yeah!! hope you guys enjoy!!

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

. . . The Campos garage was alive with its usual chaos. Mechanics tuning the cars, engineers debating strategy calls, and the constant hum of anticipation as the race day unfolded.

Amidst it all, you scurried between the various departments, clipboard in hand, multitasking as an intern for the team.

You loved your job; the adrenaline, the camaraderie, and the shared passion for motorsport. What you didn’t notice, however, was the way Pepe's gaze followed you everywhere.

Pepe had it bad. Everyone on the team knew it. From the way he always found excuses to talk to you, "Do you know where they moved the telemetry sheets?", to the way he straightened up whenever you entered the room, his crush was glaringly obvious.

Everyone, that is, except you. You treated him with the same friendly professionalism you offered everyone else, which only drove Pepe further into his internal spiral.

"He’s hopeless," one of his engineers muttered as Pepe sat in the lounge, pretending not to watch you as you chatted on the phone across the paddock. "Why doesn’t he just tell her?"

"He’s scared she’ll say no," another replied. "But if he doesn’t do something soon, someone else is going to swoop in."

That ‘someone else’ turned out to be Jared McCain. The basketball player had flown in to watch the race and, more importantly, to catch up with you. Jared had been your friend since high school, and while your careers had taken you in different directions, you’d stayed close.

Seeing him again was a treat, and it showed in the way you hugged him as soon as he arrived at the paddock.

Pepe noticed. Oh, did he notice. He had just stepped out of the Campos motorhome when he spotted you laughing with Jared, the two of you leaning close as you exchanged stories.

The way Jared casually draped an arm over your shoulders made Pepe’s stomach twist in a way he didn’t understand. Was it jealousy? Oh, definitely.

"Who’s that?" Pepe asked one of the mechanics, trying his best to not sound too obvious.

"Jared McCain," the mechanic replied, clearly amused. "Plays basketball. He’s a big deal, you know."

Pepe gritted his teeth. "Right. And he’s….close with her?"

"Looks that way," the engineer said, then smirked. "Better shoot your shot, Pepe, or someone else might."

Pepe groaned, running a hand through his hair. "This is torture."

As the day went on, Jared stuck by your side, and Pepe’s mood grew worse. Every laugh you shared with Jared felt like a dagger to his chest. His usual charm and energy were replaced with quiet brooding, and everyone around him noticed.

"You okay, man?" Isack asked during the debrief.

Pepe shook his head. "No. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t just….watch her with him."

"So tell her how you feel," Sebastian, who had been there to watch them race, said. "Seriously, Pepe, it’s not that hard. She likes you, too."

Pepe looked at him skeptically. "How do you know that?"

"She doesn’t treat anyone else the way she treats you," he said. "She lights up when you’re around. Trust me."

Pepe’s heart soared at the thought, but doubt quickly crept back in. "What if I ruin things?"

"You won’t," Isack said firmly. "But if you wait any longer, you might lose her to McCain."

That was all it took. Pepe stood up, his resolve finally solidifying. He wasn’t about to let Jared, or anyone else, take you away from him.

He found you near the Campos garage, chatting with Jared as the post race celebrations wound down. Jared noticed Pepe first, giving him a knowing smirk before stepping aside.

"I’ll catch up with you later," Jared said to you, clapping Pepe on the shoulder as he walked away.

You turned to Pepe, surprised. "Hey! Congrats on the race. You were incredible out there."

Pepe barely heard your words. His heart was pounding, and for a moment, he thought about backing out. But then he saw the way you looked at him; genuine, kind, and completely oblivious to how much he adored you, and he knew he couldn’t stay silent any longer.

"Can we talk?" he blurted out, his voice more serious than usual.

Your brows knitted in concern. "Of course. What’s wrong?"

Pepe took a deep breath, his hands fidgeting nervously. "I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while, but I didn’t know how. And then today, seeing you with Jared…" He trailed off, his frustration rising to the surface. "I can’t stand the thought of losing you to someone else."

You blinked, completely caught off guard. "Losing me? Pepe, what are you talking about?"

He stepped closer, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "I like you. A lot. More than I’ve ever liked anyone. And I’ve been too scared to tell you because I didn’t think you felt the same. But I can’t keep it to myself anymore. You mean too much to me."

Your breath hitched, the weight of his words sinking in. You stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said. "Pepe, I…"

"I get it if you don’t feel the same," he said quickly, his voice trembling slightly. "But I had to tell you. I couldn’t keep it in any longer."

You took a step closer, your hand brushing against his. “Pepe, I had no idea. I thought… I thought you just saw me as a friend.”

"A friend?" Pepe scoffed, shaking his head. "You’re so much more than that. You’re… everything."

A soft smile spread across your face, and you reached up to cup his cheek. "You’re an idiot for thinking I wouldn’t feel the same."

Pepe’s eyes widened. "Wait… you mean-"

"I like you, too," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I have for a while. I just didn’t think you noticed me like that."

Pepe let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, a relieved laugh escaping him. "Noticed you? I’ve been obsessed with you."

You laughed, and the sound made Pepe’s chest swell with joy. He didn’t waste another second. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

From a few feet away, Jared leaned against the wall, smirking as he watched the two of you. "Took him long enough," he muttered to himself, shaking his head.

The rest of the paddock watched with quiet satisfaction as Pepe finally got the courage to confess. And as you pulled back from the hug to smile up at him, it was clear to everyone; Pepe Marti wasn’t letting go of you anytime soon.

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Helloooo, I really love your works! Especially the pepe marti fics🫶

I have a request hehe (which you can do if you have spare time) where pepe has a HUGE crush on reader and basically everybody knows it except for her (let’s say that the reader is a campos intern or admin or something) and she’s also super close with some basketball players especially jared mccain (i love him sm if you dk him you can search him up) and then one day jared decides to watch a race and to also catch up with reader and such and then pepe sees how close they are and gets jealous and everyone teases him how he should shoot his shot or he’ll lose reader to jared and then ends up confessing and yeah they get together.✨🥳

I hope you do this very detailed request if you have time, thank youuu!! (i’m so sorry it’s so long)

YES.

idk why i tweaked out halfway through writing this but i hope you like it !!

[n0vazsq]

Close to me | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x gf!reader

summary . . . When someone attacks you while you're out with Hector, he doesn't think twice about defending you

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

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . this legit might be one of my fav fics ive ever written. anon ilysm pls dont stop with these amazing ideas

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

. . . The streets outside the venue had become a catastrophic warzone of flashing cameras, pushing bodies, and shouting voices. The crowd surged like a tidal wave, making it nearly impossible to move.

Hector’s hand had a firm grip on yours, his fingers wrapped protectively around yours as he navigated through the swarm.

"Stay close to me," he muttered, his voice rough but steady. He pulled you tighter to his side, his broad shoulders blocking some of the relentless paparazzi who pushed in closer with every step.

The questions and shouts came fast, punctuated by the endless bursts of camera flashes.

"Hector! Look this way!"

"Who’s the girl? Is this serious?"

"Over here! Are you engaged?"

You flinched at the invasive questions, ducking slightly as someone thrust a microphone too close for comfort. Hector noticed immediately.

His hand slid from yours to your waist, his body shifting in front of yours like a shield. His dark eyes burned with irritation, his jaw clenched so tightly it could’ve cracked under the pressure.

"She’s not answering any questions," he snapped, his voice like a blade cutting through the noise. "Leave her alone!"

The crowd only grew more aggressive, sensing the tension as an opportunity to stir more drama. They surged closer, the air thick with shouts and shoves. And then, just as you thought it couldn’t get worse, you felt it; a hand grabbing your arm, pulling you back with startling force.

You gasped, stumbling as your balance wavered. The touch wasn’t rough, but it was unwelcome and jarring, panic instantly flaring in your chest.

"Hey! Let me go!" you cried out, struggling to twist free.

Hector’s reaction was immediate, instinctual, and furious. He whipped around, his eyes locking onto the man who had grabbed you. In an instant, the calm, collected Hector you knew was gone. Replaced by someone seething with protective rage.

"Get your hands off her!" he yelled, his voice louder and sharper than you’d ever heard. He stepped forward, his body bristling with barely contained anger.

The man raised his hands defensively, mumbling something about 'just trying to get her attention,' but Hector wasn’t hearing any of it.

"You think that’s okay?" Hector said roughly, his tone dark, each word laced with venom. He took another step closer, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "Touch her again, and I swear-"

"Hector!" one of his teammates called out, suddenly appearing by his side. "Hey, hey, calm down."

But Hector wasn’t calm. His eyes stayed locked on the man as though daring him to make another move. His chest heaved with the effort to restrain himself, but his fists remained balled, ready to strike if provoked.

"Don’t touch her!" Hector shouted again, his voice cutting through the chaos. He gestured toward you, his anger protective rather than violent. "She’s not a zoo animal for you to do this, and you have no right to lay a hand on her!"

His teammates rushed forward then, one of them gripping his arm while another stepped in front of him, trying to break his line of sight to the man. "Hector, come on," one of them urged. "Not here. Let it go."

"Let it go?" Hector snapped, his voice incredulous. "He grabbed her!"

The teammate tightened his grip on Hector’s arm, pulling him back slightly. "I know, but you’ve got cameras everywhere. Don’t give them more to work with. Let’s go."

"Hector, please," you managed to call out, your voice shaky and strained.

Hearing your voice snapped him out of his anger like a bucket of cold water. He turned to look at you, and his expression immediately softened, concern overtaking the fury. But the chaos didn’t relent.

Security was already stepping in to move you both, and in the confusion, Hector’s teammates began pulling him toward the side entrance while another ushered you in a different direction.

"No, wait- she’s with me!" Hector protested, his voice rising in panic as he realized they were separating you.

"It’s just for a second!" one of his teammates reassured him, though Hector’s anxious expression didn’t ease.

Your heart sank as you lost sight of him, the crowd closing in again despite the security barrier. The noise, the flashes, and the sheer weight of the moment were too much.

By the time you were inside, your legs were shaking, and your chest felt tight. You found yourself in a quiet corner of the building, but the calm of the space did little to ease your nerves.

Tears welled in your eyes as you scanned the room, desperately searching for Hector. You didn’t care about the cameras or the chaos outside. You just needed him.

The minutes stretched unbearably long, but then, finally, you saw him. Hector came rushing through the door, his eyes scanning the room with a panicked focus. The moment he spotted you, he crossed the space in seconds, his long strides urgent and hurried.

"Amor," he breathed, his voice cracking slightly as he reached you. He cupped your face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had spilled over. "Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?"

You shook your head, but your lip trembled. "I’m fine. I just…I was so scared, Hector."

His arms were around you in an instant, pulling you into his chest. "I’m so sorry," he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with guilt. "I should’ve stayed closer. I should’ve kept you with me."

You clung to him tightly, the fabric of his shirt bunched in your fists. "It’s not your fault. You were protecting me. You always do."

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes filled with regret and something deeper, an unspoken promise. "I swear to you, I’ll never let anything like that happen again. I don’t care if I have to fight through a thousand crowds; I’ll protect you, always."

His teammates had followed him inside, lingering a few steps away, their expressions a mix of relief and curiosity. The entire interaction was being filmed by someone nearby, but neither of you noticed. All that mattered was him.

"You’re all I care about," Hector continued, his voice low but steady. "Nothing else matters. Not the cameras, not the headlines. Just you."

You nodded, your hands still gripping his shirt as though letting go might cause the world to collapse. "I just want to go home," you whispered.

He kissed your forehead gently, his lips lingering as he whispered, "We’ll go. Right now. I’ve got you."

He kept his arm securely around you as he led you toward a private exit, the noise of the outside world fading with each step.

But even as the chaos diminished, the cameras had already captured everything; the protective fury in Hector’s eyes, the way he held you like you were his entire world, and the soft reassurances that followed.

By morning, the internet would be flooded with clips and photos, fans and media alike praising the way he protected you so fiercely. 'Boyfriend of the Year' some would call him. Others would gush over how deeply he cared, how obvious his love for you was.

But in that moment, as the two of you slipped into the quiet sanctuary of his car, none of it mattered. Hector held your hand tightly, his thumb brushing soothing circles against your skin, and whispered, "I’m never letting you go again. You’re mine to protect, always."

And for the first time that night, you felt safe.

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literally obsessed with how you write hector. if you’re still taking requests, could you write one where hector and his gf are out in public and it’s really busy, there’s paparazzi everywhere, and they’re just trying to get through and someone ends up grabbing reader to get her attention to respond and hector freaks out and gets all mad saying “don’t touch her” and stuff like that and grabs her to help and videos of it are going viral the next day and it’s all over social media where everyone has seen it.

maybe for some extra angst, some of his teammates rush over and separate him from the cameras and him and reader end up getting separated and don’t find each other until a few minutes later inside where she’s visibly shaken up and only wants him and hector gets all protective and soft with her while everyone watches and everything has gotten caught on camera and the media and everyone is commenting how cute and protective he is over her. maybe that could be the next part of “in love” bc they’re both players or a separate one where reader isn’t known, whatever you think is best <33

sorry for how long it is just wanted to set the scene😅😅

OH. MY. GOD.

no because i am actually in LOVE with this idea. like to the point where i got like 5 requests abt it but idm I LOVE ITTTTTTTTTT

i made it a seperate oneshot bc yk extra angst

anyhow TYSMMMM for making a long request <3

[n0vazsq]

Playing with fire | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

summary . . . Marc pranking his mom by asking her if he could bring a girl over that is not you

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

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . badly translated spanish!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . i had sm fun writing this omg

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

. . . You sat in the passenger seat of Marc’s car, trying your hardest not to burst out laughing. You already knew what was about to happen, and honestly, you couldn’t wait to see how his mom would react.

Marc had been planning this prank for days, and you were more than happy to play along.

Marc dialed his mom’s number, his fingers trembling slightly with excitement. You could feel the tension in the car as you both waited for her to pick up. As the phone rang, Marc shot you a look, grinning like a maniac.

You bit your lip to keep yourself from giggling, knowing this was going to be gold.

The phone clicked, and his mom’s voice filled the car. "Marc, ¿qué pasó?" (What’s going on?)

Marc leaned back in his seat, all cool and collected. He knew exactly what he was doing. "Hey, Mamá. Just wanted to let you know I’m bringing another girl home today. She’s not my girlfriend, but you’ll like her."

You muffled a laugh behind your hand, but Marc shot you a look, signaling you to stay quiet. He was doing an amazing job of keeping a straight face.

His mom was quiet for a second, clearly processing what he’d just said. "¿Otra chica?" she said, her voice sharp and confused. "Marc, ¿estás bien?" (Another girl?) // (Are you okay?)

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You stifled a giggle with your hand, but you saw Marc’s eyes sparkle with barely contained laughter. His mom was already freaking out.

"Mamá, relax," Marc said, his tone nonchalant but his eyes betraying the excitement bubbling inside him. "It’s not what you think. She’s not my girlfriend, I swear. But, uh… she’s cool. You’ll like her."

You glanced at Marc, still fighting to keep it together. His face was red now, his effort to stay serious becoming harder by the second.

His mom wasn’t buying it. "¿Qué estás diciendo?"she asked, now clearly concerned. "Are you out of your mind? What does your girlfriend think about this?" (What are you saying?)

You couldn’t keep it in anymore. You had to bite your lip hard to keep from laughing out loud. You sat back in your seat, trying to keep as still as possible, but your shoulders were shaking with the effort.

Marc glanced over at you, and you could see the corner of his mouth twitch. He held up a finger, silently telling you to stay quiet, then turned his attention back to the phone. "I… I haven’t told her yet, Mamá," he said, his voice betraying his amusement. "I’m just letting you know. I didn’t want you to be surprised, you know?"

His mom was getting worked up. "¡Marc, estás jugando con fuego!" she shouted. "You don’t think your girlfriend’s going to find out? What do you think she’s going to say when she sees you bringing another girl home?" (Marc, you’re playing with fire!)

You had to turn your head to the window, trying to hold back your laughter. Marc couldn’t stop himself either, he was shaking with silent laughter now, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he tried to act serious. His mom was in full on panic mode, but he was loving every second of it.

"She’s-she’s not here, Mamá," Marc said, voice faltering a little as he tried to explain. "I’m by myself. Really. I swear. It’s just a joke."

His mom didn’t sound convinced. "¿¡No está ahí!?" she asked, clearly confused. "Wait, she’s not there with you? You’re alone?" (She’s not there!?)

You looked over at Marc, who was practically shaking with laughter now. He was trying so hard not to crack. You could barely hold back anymore, your body trembling with barely contained laughs.

Marc cleared his throat, holding back his own laughter just long enough to answer. "No, Mamá, I’m alone," he said, voice a little strained. "It’s just-"

"Marc!" His mom’s voice was almost shrill now. "You’re playing with fire! You can’t just bring another girl over like that. What do you think your girlfriend’s going to say? Are you out of your mind?"

Marc finally lost it, and a burst of laughter escaped his lips. "I swear, Mamá, I’m not cheating on anyone," he said between fits of laughter. "It’s a prank! We’ve been planning this for days. I’m really sorry!"

You looked at Marc, laughing along with him now. His mom was still yelling on the phone, but you both knew it was over. She wasn’t going to let him live this one down for a while.

Marc laughed, rubbing his eyes as he finally managed to speak. "Mamá, seriously. It’s just a joke. No other girl, I swear."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and you could almost hear his mom trying to process what just happened. "Marc," she said slowly, "you are unbelievable. I can’t believe you just did that to me."

You were full on laughing now, clutching your stomach as you wiped away tears from your eyes. Marc had gone too far with this prank, but it was totally worth it.

He sighed, trying to get himself together. "I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’ll fix this. No more pranks, I promise."

His mom didn’t seem fully convinced but finally let out an exasperated sigh. “"ou better hope she believes that. Don’t make me come over there, Marc."

You couldn’t take it anymore and let out one final laugh as Marc hung up. He turned to you, finally catching his breath, and both of you were in hysterics. He wiped his eyes and grinned at you. "I don’t think she’s ever going to let me live that down."

You grinned back, your laughter finally dying down. "No, not a chance. You’re going to hear about this forever."

Marc shook his head, chuckling. "Yeah, I deserve that. But hey, it was worth it for the look I imagined on her face."

You just smiled at him, giving him a playful nudge. "I think you might’ve broken her heart a little, though. You really went all in on this one."

He shrugged, still smiling like a kid who got away with something. "Totally worth it."

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hey bebs🥰

here is the link to the tiktok trend

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGdhSQj3n/

tysm!🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

tysm ml !!

[n0vazsq]

hey queen! I absolutely love your fics! 🫶🏼 Could you write something about Marc Bernal x reader? Marc pranking his mom or his brother and asking them if he could bring a girl over that is not reader (yk the tiktok trend)!😭

hii mll!! tysm <33

ofc!! i love this idea smm!!

would you mind sending me a link to the tiktok trend? i haven't seen any vids bc i am chronically offline when it comes to tiktok 😭😭

tysm for requesting bby!!!