#marc bernal fanfic

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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."

[httpsdana]

Heyy ! I love your fics can you do prompt 50 or 51 with Marc Bernal thank you🙆‍♀️

Yours To Keep~Marc Bernal

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51-"is that my hoodie?" "no, not anymore."

y/n was curled up on the couch, the sleeves of a hoodie hanging way past her hands as she flipped through the channels on TV. It was Marc’s hoodie, of course, the familiar scent of his cologne surrounding her like a warm hug.

She loved borrowing his clothes, but this one in particular had become her favorite. It was oversized on her, making it the perfect companion for lazy evenings at home.

A few seconds later, she heard the keys jiggling before Marc steped inside, his face lighting up when he saw her. His eyes narrow playfully, though, when he notices what she's wearing.

“Is that my hoodie?” he asks, raising an eyebrow, though there's a smile tugging at his lips.

y/n pulls the oversized sleeves over her hands, giving him her best innocent look. “No, not anymore,” she teases, curling deeper into the soft fabric.

Marc walks over, shaking his head with a laugh, and plops down beside her.

“Cariño, you really think you can steal all my clothes and I won’t notice?” His hand slips around her waist, tugging her closer until she's leaning against him.

“I’m not stealing,” y/n protests, though her grin betrays her. “I’m just…borrowing forever.”

He rolls his eyes but there’s nothing but affection in his gaze as he kisses the top of her head. “Of course, you are.” His fingers trace small circles on her hip as he continues, “It looks better on you anyway amor.”

She leans into his warmth, resting her head on his shoulder. “I knew you’d say that,” she mumbled, smirking a little. “That’s why I took it.”

Marc chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me for it,” she teases, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

His brown eyes soften, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. “More than anything, preciosa.”

He leans down and presses his lips to hers, a slow and sweet kiss that makes her heart flutter. She melts into him, her fingers tangling in the front of his hoodie. When she finally pulls back, she gave him a soft smile.

“Guess I’ll be keeping this hoodie then,” she says, snuggling back into his side.

Marc laughs, pulling her closer. “Keep it,” he murmurs, his voice low and tender. “As long as you keep me too.”

“Always mi bebé” she whispers, wrapping her arms around him.

[xndrexcruz]

I beg pls make more Marc Bernal fanfics 🛐

Starting to Slowly See You

✮- pairing: marc bernal x barca staff fem!reader

✮- summary: as you navigate your position at fc barcelona, marc’s thoughtful gestures and quiet support slowly make you question if there’s more to your friendship than you realized. though his feelings remain unspoken, subtle hints leave you wondering if you’ve been missing something all along.

✮- warnings: slow burn and kinda oblivious reader

✮- author’s note: thank you sm for the request! i hope you like it, also sorry for not being active and not updating in a while i just started my college classes and i feel like they’re tryna kill us already. ALSOOO thank you sm for 200 followers love you guys

✮- chapter’s: {current!} next ⤏

Working at FC Barcelona is more than just a job-it was a dream come true. But the early mornings, late nights, and constant work could get exhausting. If there’s one thing that made things easier, it was Marc Bernal. He’s always around, in subtle ways that sometimes would make you wonder if all of it was just a coincidence.

You would often cross paths during his breaks from training with the rest of the team. He’d sometimes walk into your office, sweaty and tired, yet he always made time to say hi or talk to you even if it was for a few minutes. You often found him leaning against your desk, a charming smile on his face as he asks about how your day was or offering to help you on whatever you were working on at the time. You appreciated the company, even though you didn’t quite understand why he always seemed to go out of his way for you.

One day, after an exhausting session, Marc came in with a bottle of water and a berry parfait, setting them on your desk with a small grin. “I thought you might need a pick-me-up,” he said casually, though his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than usual.

“Thank you, Marc,” you replied, flashing him a grateful smile before getting back to your work. You had never really noticed the way he watched you, a soft expression always on his face, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the right words.

As the days continue to pass, these small but sweet gestures started to become more frequent. He brings you coffee when you had long meetings, waits for you after work just to walk you to your car, or would show up with your favorite snack when he knows you’ve been stressed out. You always excused his behavior as him being a good friend-after all, that’s what friends did, right?

One evening, after most of the staff had left to go to their families, you stayed behind at your desk, trying to finish up on a report you had due the next morning. The office is quiet, the only noice was the faint hum of the air conditioning in the building. You’re so focused on your report you didn’t notice Marc slowly enter the until he was right next to you.

“You’re still here?” he asks, startling you. “You work way too hard, Y/n, you should get home.”

You look up at him and smile, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest at the sound of his voice. “I’m just trying to get this done before tomorrow morning, I’ll go home once i’m done. What about you? Shouldn’t you be at home resting?”

He shrugs, leaning against your desk like he would every time he came into your office. “I thought I’d check on you before I left. See if you needed me to get you anything.”

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his words. “You’re always constantly checking on me, Marc. You worry too much.”

“Maybe I do,” he says softly, his chestnut-brown eyes holding yours off a second too long. There’s something in his gaze, something that makes your heart skip a beat, but before you can try figuring it out, he straightens up and throws you a smile. “But someone has to look out for you.”

You shake your head at his words, amused by his protectiveness. “I’m okay, really. But thanks for being so thoughtful. It means a lot to me.”

“Anytime,” he replies, his smile softening. “I’ll come see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” you say, watching him as he walks out of your office. You can’t help but feel a wave of warmth spread through you, but you just brushed it off as just Marc being the sweet guy he always was.

As the weeks pass by, you start noticing other small things too. Like how he’d always linger just a bit longer when he says goodbye, or how his touches-whether it was a hand on your shoulder or a brief brush past your fingers-seem to carry more weight than it did before. He was always there, throughout your day, quietly always supporting you in ways that were both comforting yet confusing.

It wasn’t until one particular day, after a long and challenging day, that you had finally started to piece things together. You’re packing up to leave for the day when Marc appeared at your side, like usual.

“You did real,y great today,” he spoke, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “Everyone was impressed, especially with how you handled that crisis.”

You smile tiredly at him. “Thank you, I’m just glad it’s over now.”

“How about I take you out for dinner tonight to celebrate?” he asks, a hopeful look in his eyes.

You hesitated, a familiar flutter in your chest. “Dinner? I don’t know Marc…”

“We can keep it simple,” he suggests, his tone light. “Just a quick bite, it’s nothing fancy. I just… I thought it would be nice.”

There was something in the way he said it that made you pause. For the first time, you wonder if there was more to his constant attention towards you, his thoughtful gestures, than you finally realized it. Was there something he wasn’t saying? Something you had been to blind to see?

“Okay,” you agreed softly, watching as his face lit up with a smile. “Dinner with you would be nice.”

As you sat across from him in the cozy restaurant he has chosen, you find yourself focusing on him more closely than you ever have before. The way he seemed to always know exactly what you need, the way he would look at you like you’re the only person in the room, the way he never pressured you but was always present, waiting, hoping.

You couldn’t be,o but wonder if there was something deeper behind all of it-something he’s been trying to tell you without actually having to say it. But even as the thoughts consumed your mind, you pushed it aside. Marc is your colleague, your friend, someone you can always count on. It was probably nothing more than that… right?

As the night went on, Marc’s laughter and easy conversation made you forget all your worries, and by the time ge walks you towards your car, your smiling ear to ear. But just as you’re about to say goodnight, he does something that makes your heart skip a beat.

He reaches out and gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. “Goodnight, Y/n,” he spoke softly, his voice low yet husky filled with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Goodnight, Marc,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. As you drove home, his touch lingered against your skin, you couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to Marc Bernal than meets the eye. But in the meantime, you decide to leave it as it is, happy to keep things as they are for now, even if your heard would beat faster whenever he was near.

[planetpedri]

hey girly please can you do one with marc bernal where he’s super clingy after his injury and he just wants to be babied, tysm xxx

Generous heart — Marc bernal.

Pairing: Marc Bernal x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend had never been a clingy person, but it seems this injury had changed him more than you thought.

Word count: 560+

Disclaimer/s: Acl injury, pain, light angst to comfort. mostly fluff though !

A/N: When do the injuries end UGHHH. Come back soon diva

Marc’s parents had been allowing you to stay over for the night more and more. Ever since his injury, they had claimed he’d been more down than usual, but whenever you came around, suddenly his spirits were lifted and he felt.. well, the closest thing to normal someone could with the injuries he’d sustained.

While sitting up in his bed, Marc uncomfortably moved around. At some points he’d wince in pain, trying to disguise his discomfort by looking to the side. Each time you’d remind him that he needed to verbally tell you if something was hurting, rather than pretending it wasn’t there.

So, you’d convinced him to just lay down, which he did, but not without pulling you down with him. A soft laugh escaped your lips as he tugged on your arm.

“Lay down with me.” He huffs, looking up at you with a forced scowl.

“Chillax, i’m going to!” You grin, slowly inching yourself from a sitting position down to a lying one. The second you were flat against his bed, he pulled you closer, using his right arm to slip under your head.

Once he was satisfied with the position, your head resting on his shoulder, he bent his head down to place a kiss to the top of your head.

You smile at the gesture before unlocking your phone and opening TikTok, scrolling mindlessly through the videos as Marc watched with you.

Thats how most of your days and nights spent together went. He would have you cuddle with him and watch whatever you had on your phone. In fact, he’d prefer you nearly laying on top of him on your phone, than you giving him space and sitting beside him.

Marc was never this.. cuddly before. You weren’t complaining, though. Just to make that clear. You loved it, in fact. But, it was new, and each time you couldn’t help but smile the whole time. You liked this part of him, the one you hadn’t seen much until recently.

“Wait!” He suddenly says, making your eyes widen and shoot up to him, “I wasn’t done with that video, scroll up.”

Letting out a long breath, you huff. “Holy shit, you scared me!”

A guilty look passes across his face, “sorry..” He says sheepishly, “just scroll up, please?”

Nodding, you scroll back to the last video. “Let me know when I can continue.” You chuckle.

“Will do.” He hums, “hey, wait.”

Groaning, you pause the video. “Yes?” You meet his gaze once again and you’re met with a smug smirk. Great.

“A kiss would do.”

Oh this little…

Rolling your eyes, you tilt your head back to grant him access to your lips. He takes the chance, using his free hand to place his thumb and index finger on your chin, tilting your head up a little further. You don’t think you’d ever get used to his kisses, they were always so gentle and meaningful and perfect…

Sighing into the kiss, your eyes flutter shut. “Anything else you need? You big baby.” You murmur against his lips, feeling the smile that forms on his.

“I am a little hungry..” He pulls away, cocking his head to the side. “Takeout?”

“Or we could get off our asses and go make some real food.” You suggest, but exit TikTok to open google. “What do you want?”

likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. lmk if you’d like to be tagged in any future marc related posts.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

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Honestly it is kinda gross to see how many fanfics there are of the minors on our team. I don’t look down on anyone who reads them or whatever but I can vividly remember how giddy some were for gavi to turn 18, and now it feels like some done care if they are a minor. I’ve seen some for Marc Bernal, pau and the cousins already. And I’m just really hoping these are also written by minors

If they're adults writing explicit fiction about minors then they need to get locked up

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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

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. . . 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.

[httpsdana]

Hi, could you do prompt 147 with Marc Bernal

Jealousy and a Pout~Marc Bernal

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147-"I'm not jealous, it's just...you're mine"

y/n and Marc Bernal had arrived at a party of y/n's friend together, their hands intertwined as they entered the lively house.

The space was buzzing with energy, filled with laughter and upbeat music. y/n greeted her friends, and Marc, ever the observer, hung back slightly, taking in the scene.

As the night progressed, one of y/n's friends, Carlos, started getting a bit too close for Marc’s comfort. He hovered around her, his hand lingering a bit too long on her arm, and his smile was just a bit too suggestive.

Marc remained silent, his eyes following every move from a distance. The more Carlos leaned in, the tighter Marc’s grip became on his drink, but he said nothing.

The rest of the night went by in a blur for Marc. He was unusually quiet, his usual charm and conversation absent. When the party finally died down and it was time to go home, the drive was filled with an uncomfortable silence.

y/n could feel the tension radiating from Marc, his usual relaxed demeanor replaced by a heavy discontent.

When they entered the house, y/n turned to Marc, who was staring out the window, clearly lost in thought.

“Marc, what’s going on? You’ve been so distant tonight.” she asked, worried about his silent state

He sighed deeply, finally meeting her gaze. “It’s just... that guy, Carlos. He was too close, too... familiar with you. It bothered me.” he confessed

A soft, knowing smile spread across her face. She could tell that his mood was a mix of frustration and something else—perhaps even a touch of childish jealousy. She decided to tease him gently. “You know, you were awfully pouty tonight. Were you jealous?” she teased, a small mischievous smile on her face

Marc’s frown deepened, and he looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I’m not jealous... It’s just... You’re mine.” he murmured

y/n couldn’t help but chuckle at his response. His tone was serious, but his pout was undeniably endearing. She reached out and took his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “Marc, it’s okay. I’m here with you, and I’m not going anywhere.” she said

His shoulders relaxed slightly, and a small, grateful smile began to form on his lips. She led him to the living room, where the atmosphere was warm and comforting. They settled onto the couch, drawing him close, her fingers gently brushing his hair.

As they cuddled together, the night's tension melted away, replaced by the soothing comfort of each other’s presence. She kissed him softly, her lips lingering as she whispered, “See? Everything’s fine. We’re together.”

Marc’s frown finally turned into a genuine smile as he pressed his forehead to hers. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess I just needed to hear that.”

They spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing loving kisses and quiet conversations. The earlier tension had transformed into a tender, affectionate closeness, a reminder of how deeply they cared for each other.

[httpsdana]

Hi can you write to Marc Bernal when he finds out that the reader has three ferocious dogs as pets?and Thank you

3 Dogs and a Boyfriend~Marc Bernal

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I'm so upset about his injury :( he was doing such a good job. anyways enjoy this one <3

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Marc and y/n were in a fairly new relationship. Only been together for a few months, so Marc didn't actually know about the 3 dogs y/n has. A German Shepherd, a Husky, and a Doberman.

After y/n texted Marc asking if he wanted to hang out, he replied by asking her if she would pick him up from training and they would go hang in her apartment

"hey you. how was training?" she asked him when he got in her car.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss on her cheek before talking.

"it was good. how was uni?" he asked, putting on his seatbelt after he threw his bag to the backseat

"it was fine. have you eaten? should I bring you something on our way?" she asked, glancing at him then focusing on the road again

"I ate. thank you princess" he smiled at her, grabbing the hand she wasn't driving with and raising it to his lips to kiss it

They catched up and talked about their days on the drive home. When they arrived home, y/n realized that she hadn't told Marc something.

"uh you're not afraid of dogs are you?" she asked when they got out of the elevator.

"no I like dogs, why though?" he said, watching how she grabbed her keys and unlocked her apartment.

As soon as she opened the door, three huge dogs came running to her, jumping on her almost making her lose her balance.

Marc watched in shock how his sweet girlfriend petted the three ferocious dogs, almost surprised by them.

As soon as the dogs noticed Marc's presence, the froze in their place. One of them walked slowly towards him, sniffing him carefully. Suddenly all three dogs were sniffing Marc, who was standing without any movement.

After a sniffing session, all three dogs jumped on him, licking his face and hugging him.

y/n smiled at her dogs, who were usually protective over her and never really liked when she bought anyone home with her.

"I think they like you" she told Marc, who was happily petting and scratching each of their heads with a wide smile

"are you kidding me? i like them too! I didn't think you would have three huge dogs. this is actually insane" he said, giggling as one of the dogs licked his face.

She laughed at him, before pulling him of the ground. She told her dogs to go inside, before she closed the door behind them.

Marc was grinning widely, recalling the interaction with her dogs.

"oh my god, imagine if they didn't like me? I'd never visit you here again" he laughed, walking behind y/n into the living room.

They turned on the TV and put a movie to watch. As they cuddled up with each other, y/n laying her head on Marc's chest and his arm around her shoulder, the dogs appeared in the room again.

One laid their head on Marc's lap, and the other on y/n's lap, while the third one sat on the top of the couch and put his head on y/n and Marc's head.

Marc smiled as y/n looked at him with a smile, leaning down to gently press a kiss on her lips.

"we're now like a little family" he mumbled, making y/n nod.

"i wouldn't want anything else" she mumbled back.

[httpsdana]

could you do some marc bernal bf headcanons? loved the héctor one!! ❤️

Boyfriend Headcanon~Marc Bernal

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: I'm so glad you liked the previous one. it was my first try 😅

❖ bf! Marc is the type to be obsessed with you. Like literally obsessed. And he won't even try to hide it.

❖ bf! Marc is the type to spray your perfume on his clothes when he's leaving for a while, so your scent is always with him.

❖ bf! Marc is the type to write your initial on his cleats, adding a small heart next to it. He believes you're his 'good luck charm'

❖ bf! Marc is the type that carries your picture with him in his wallet. Even if it's old-fashioned, he has a small picture of you hidden in his wallet that no one knows about. He'll secretly look at it for hours when he's missing you.

❖ bf! Marc is the type that keeps all the notes you give him. You mostly put a small note for him next to his lunch before leaving to training, and you once caught all the notes you've written for him stashed away in his gym bag. When you asked him about it he just blushed, muttering “they're important”

❖ bf! Marc is the type to love physical affection. Even though he's not comfortable a lot in public with many people surrounding you two, he'll always have his hand in yours or arm around your shoulder to make sure you're close to him.

❖ bf! Marc is the type to get easily, but secretly jealous. When he sees someone flirting with you, he'll make sure to stay close, putting an arm around your waist and pulling you back against him, before leaning down and whispering, “you're mine, yeah?”

❖ bf! Marc is the type to have a picture of you on his lock screen. It's a picture he took, that you don't know exists. When some of his teammates catch a glimpse of it and tease him for it, he just shrugs with a smile saying “She's worth it”

❖ bf! Marc is the type to always bring you up in a conversation. Even if it's subtle, he'll always be like “oh she loves this movie” or “she's the one who made me try this” and of course he'll be teased about it even more.

❖ bf! Marc is the type that hides your clothes so you're forced to wear his when you're at his house. He just loves seeing you walking around his house with his name on your back.

❖ bf! Marc is the type to show his obsession subtly in public. Whether it's carrying your bag, or giving you his jacket, or even giving you a piggy back ride when your feet are hurting.

❖ bf! Marc is the type to be obsessed with your voice. When he's home alone and missing you dearly, he'll open his phone and listen to old voicemails you've sent him, smiling like an idiot.

❖ bf! Marc is the type to keep every single thing you've ever gave him or that reminds him of you. Like a ticket stub from your first date, or a flower you gave him once, or even a napkin with your doodles on it. He'll have them tucked away like treasures

❖ bf! Marc is the type to keep every single photo of you. His camera roll consists 90% of photos of you. Even the blurry and silly ones are saved because he can't bring himself to delete anything that reminds him of you.

❖ bf! Marc is the type to be nervous when meeting your parents. He'll try getting flowers for your mom, starting conversations with your dad, and playing with your little siblings. After that he'll follow you around asking you if they liked him or not.

❖ bf! Marc is the type to prepare a 'game day bag' for you. He'll pack you some snacks, a jacket of his, and his jersey to take them with you on matches. "I don't want you getting cold or hungry" he'll say sheepishly with a smile

❖ bf! Marc is the type to insist on cooking with you. He’s terrible at cooking but insists on helping just to be close to you. He stands behind you, arms wrapped around your waist as you chop vegetables, murmuring, “How do you make even this look cute?” If you burn something, he laughs softly and says, “Guess we’re ordering in. You’re still my favorite chef though”

❖ bf! Marc is the type to be smitten when it comes to cuddles. Especially after a tiring match, he'll come home all tired and clingy, dropping himself on top of you where you're sitting on the couch or the bed, burying his head in your neck claiming you're 'his recharge'.

❖ bf! Marc is the type to post you on Instagram. He isn't one who's active on social media, but everyone once in a while he posts a picture of you two captioning it "my world" or "the reason behind my smile"

❖ bf! Marc is the type to get you a necklace with his initial after seeing you reposting a video on tiktok saying "I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck"

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Obsessed | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

summary . . . Your boyfriend, Marc, is unbelievably obsessed with you

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

word count . . . 1.7k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . i was thinking of lines for this literally since i saw the request omg i also rewrote this like 4 times for some reason idk i kinda hated it

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

. . . To say that Marc was enamored with you would be an understatement. Obsessed might be a closer word, though even that didn’t quite come close to it. He was completely, utterly, and unapologetically smitten.

You didn’t mind, of course, not at all. But sometimes, his love left you a little… astonished.

Like when you’d catch him looking at you from across the room, his expression soft yet intense, as though you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

It didn’t matter what you were doing. Whether it was reading a book, tying your shoes, or just existing, Marc would watch you like it was a privilege to witness it. Every little thing you did seemed to fascinate him.

"Are you seriously watching me do this?" you’d laugh, catching him staring again.

He’d shrug with that boyish grin, completely unapologetic. "You make everything look interesting."

His devotion was in the little things too. The way he'd reach for your hand without thinking, the way he'd listen, really listen, to every word you said.

It wasn’t about the big gestures, though those had their place. It was the quiet moments that left the biggest impact.

One afternoon, you mentioned you loved the scent of vanilla, never expecting Marc to do anything about it.

A week later, your apartment was filled with it. Vanilla candles, vanilla soaps, and even bouquets of vanilla roses.

"Marc, this is… a lot," you’d laugh, half in disbelief, half in awe.

He’d just lean in the doorway, arms crossed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You deserve a lot."

Sometimes, his intensity was overwhelming, like when he'd brush a stray lock of hair from your face with such care, as though you were something delicate.

His touch lingered just a moment too long, his eyes searching your face as though trying to memorize every detail.

There were moments when his affection felt too much, but you always came back to him. No matter the overwhelming nature of his love, there was no one else you’d rather be with.

"Do you ever get tired of this?" you asked him once, half joking, as he brought you your favorite drink randomly.

He tilted his head, confused. "Tired of what?"

"Of… loving me so much," you said, a teasing smile on your lips but a hint of genuine curiosity in your eyes.

Marc stepped closer, his expression soft but serious. "That’s like asking if I get tired of breathing."

And how could you argue with that?

One evening, as he lay with his head in your lap, you ran your fingers through his hair, the warmth between you both filling the space.

"You know," you teased softly, "you’re kind of obsessed with me."

Marc opened one eye, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Is that a bad thing?"

You shook your head, heart swelling. "No. It’s… kind of amazing."

He reached up, fingers intertwining with yours. "Good," he murmured. "Because I’m not planning on stopping."

Marc's gaze lingered on you, soft but intense, as though you were the only thing in the world worth looking at. There was something almost adoring in his stare, a mix of awe and admiration, like he couldn’t quite believe he was lucky enough to be this close to you.

It was the kind of look that made you feel like you were the center of his universe, and for a moment, it was hard to remember a time when anyone had ever looked at you with such pure, unwavering devotion.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" you asked, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably because, honestly, it was hard not to melt under that gaze.

The room was quiet, except for the soft hum of the city outside. Your heart raced, the weight of his gaze never leaving you. You watched his eyes flicker down to your lips.

He sat up, a shameless grin on his face. "Because you’re you."

And before you could think, his lips were on yours, soft but eager.

The kiss was slow at first, hesitant, as though he was giving you the chance to pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, you leaned into him, your hands cupping his face, pulling him closer.

Marc’s hands found your waist, and you could feel the tension in his body, as though he was holding back. But you wanted more, wanted to feel everything he was offering.

You deepened the kiss, your lips parting, and he followed, his fingers gently tracing the outline of your back. It was as though the rest of the world melted away, leaving only the two of you tangled together in the middle of your couch.

Marc pulled back, just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours. "I’ll never get tired of this," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"You better not," you murmured, a teasing smile tugging at your lips, but your heart was full. And in that moment, you realized that this, all of this, was exactly what you wanted. Marc, his love, his obsession, it was all worth it.

He kissed you again, deeper this time, as though he couldn’t stop himself. And you didn’t want him to.

After that, the two of you just lay there in a comfortable silence, the warmth between you two wrapping around you like a soft blanket. Marc’s head was still nestled in your lap, his eyes half closed as you continued to run your fingers through his hair.

The weight of his gaze, despite his relaxed posture, was still there, lingering on you.

"So, what now?" you asked, your voice a soft whisper as you traced the outline of his jaw with your fingertips.

Marc didn’t answer right away, as though he was savoring the moment, or maybe he was just lost in his own thoughts. He shifted slightly, his arm sliding around your waist to pull you a little closer.

"Now," he said, his voice low and soft, "we just stay like this for a while. No rush, no need for talking. Just… you and me."

You smiled down at him, your heart swelling with how much you cared about him. "I like that idea," you murmured, adjusting your position slightly so you were more comfortable, your hand resting gently on his chest.

He let out a satisfied sigh, his fingers brushing lightly against your side. "I could stay like this forever."

You laughed softly, but the sound was full of affection. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

Marc’s eyes flickered up at you, that lazy smile spreading across his face once more. "Impossible?" he echoed, an eyebrow raising teasingly. "Is that what you think of me?"

You rolled your eyes, but it was all playful. "No," you admitted, "just… a little intense sometimes."

He laughed quietly, his thumb running over your wrist in slow circles. "I can’t help it," he murmured. "You bring out this… this thing in me."

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you could feel the heat rise in your cheeks. "Obsessed, huh?" you teased, raising an eyebrow. "I guess I’m okay with that."

Marc gave you a grin that was equal parts charming and mischievous. "You should be. You're pretty great to be obsessed with."

You shook your head, laughing softly at his teasing tone. "Yeah, yeah, I'm the best."

For a moment, there was silence again, the peaceful kind that came from being so close to someone you cared about deeply.

It felt effortless, just being there, in each other’s company, no need for extravagant gestures or anything else.

You could feel Marc’s breath against your skin as he shifted slightly, settling deeper into the warmth of your lap.

After a while, Marc spoke again, his voice quiet but sincere. "I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before, you know?"

You tilted your head, looking down at him curiously. "Like what?"

His fingers tightened slightly around yours, pulling you even closer, and you could feel the emotion behind his words. "Like I don’t ever want to let go. Like, when I’m with you, everything else just… fades."

You could feel the weight of his words settle in your chest, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. There was something incredibly raw in the way he spoke, something that made your heart skip a beat.

"Marc," you whispered, your voice soft but filled with emotion. "You don’t ever have to let go. I’m right here."

Marc’s eyes softened, the intensity in his gaze making your breath catch in your throat. "I know," he said quietly. "And I plan to keep it that way."

You couldn’t help but smile, your thumb gently brushing over the back of his hand. "Good."

The room fell into a quiet lull again, but this time, the silence felt different. It was warm, filled with unspoken affection, as you both laid there, content in each other’s company.

The world outside didn’t matter, not when you had this, when you had each other.

Marc let out a soft sigh, his head tilting slightly so he could look up at you with an almost lazy fondness. "You make me feel like I’m home," he said quietly. "Like, no matter where we are, as long as I’m with you, it’s all right."

The words hit you harder than you expected. You weren’t sure how to respond, but you didn’t need to. The look in his eyes said everything, and all you could do was pull him closer, your hand resting on the side of his face.

"I feel the same way," you whispered, your voice barely audible, but sincere.

Marc smiled then, a soft, gentle smile that made your heart swell. "I’m glad."

He closed his eyes again, his breathing evening out as he settled back into your lap. You could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart, and for the first time in a long time, you felt completely at peace.

"So, what are we doing tomorrow?" you asked, breaking the silence with a small smile, hoping to keep the mood light and easy.

Marc shrugged lazily, his arm draping across your waist. "I don’t know. Whatever you want to do."

You thought about it for a moment, then grinned mischievously. "How about more of this?"

He laughed softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "I think that sounds perfect."

And just like that, everything felt right. You didn’t need anything else. Just him, just this, and the promise of whatever came next.

And maybe, you were a little obsessed with him too.

[n0vazsq]

Lucky me | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

summary . . . Doing a tiktok trend with your boyfriend, Marc

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

word count . . . 1.9k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . totally didn't change the trend halfway through!! WHY DID THiS TAKE ME LIKE 6 HRS TO WRITE THE SHIT??? idk i kinda hated it ALSO I DID NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON MY PE TEACHER!!!!! DID NOT!!!!!!

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

. . . "Okay, so we’re doing the trend, yeah?"

Marc looked way too pleased with himself as he sat on your couch, his phone propped against his knee. You were sitting beside him, one leg tucked under the other as you rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time today.

"Yes," you muttered. "But we're doing it the actual way."

Marc snorted, giving you a look that said absolutely not. "You do realize the entire point of the trend is that we don’t listen, and we judge, right? It’s comedy gold. I’ll even act shocked for dramatic effect. Get us an Oscar worthy performance."

"That’s not the point-"

"It is now."

You groaned, flopping against the back of the couch as he smirked, clearly enjoying how worked up you were getting. He leaned toward you with a grin, his face far too close for comfort. "You’re stalling."

"I’m not stalling," you shot back.

"Then say it," he teased, sing songing the words. "Confess your little secret, and let me judge away."

You shot him a glare, narrowing your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest. "You’re way too excited about this."

"You’re way too nervous." Marc tilted his head, his tone softening just slightly. "What, are you afraid I’ll actually judge you?"

You knew he wouldn’t, not really, but Marc teasing you was always a battle. He was relentless when he had the upper hand, and you could already feel your face warming.

"Fine," you huffed. "Let’s get it over with."

Marc grinned and leaned back, holding up his phone as if he were a director cueing his star actress. "And….action!"

You stared at him flatly before finally sighing and giving in. "We listen-"

Marc interrupted immediately, his voice dropping into an exaggerated serious tone as he mimicked you. "We listen…."

"…but we don’t judge."

Marc’s expression lit up like Christmas morning, and you could already see the teasing words forming on his lips.

"Okay, okay," you said quickly, pointing a finger at him. "Promise you’ll be nice."

"I will not promise that."

"Marc."

"Fine, I’ll try. Go on."

You bit the inside of your cheek before muttering under your breath. "When I was younger, I….I had a crush on my PE teacher."

The room fell silent for a moment as Marc blinked, processing. You dared a glance at him, instantly regretting it when his lips curled into the most dramatic smirk you’d ever seen.

"Oh, this is gold," he breathed, sitting up straighter. "Your PE teacher? You? The most unathletic person I know?"

"Shut up!" you groaned, shoving his shoulder, but Marc was already cackling.

"This is better than I expected," he continued, ignoring your protests. "Did you think he’d, what- teach you how to climb a rope and then sweep you off your feet?”

"I hate you."

"Not true," Marc replied smoothly, his eyes glinting. "You like me a lot, actually. Love me, even."

You picked up a throw pillow, fully intending to smack him with it, but Marc grabbed it first, holding it hostage as he leaned toward you. "Wait, wait….was he at least good-looking?"

You stared at him, speechless. "Are you serious?"

"I’m serious. I need the details now."

You groaned, trying to grab the pillow, but Marc yanked it just out of your reach, laughing. "Stop dodging!" he teased. "Tall? Short? Beard? I’m picturing a really grumpy gym teacher here, by the way. Like the whistle around the neck type."

"You’re the worst person I know. And besides I won't need someone tall when I'm dating a skyscraper," you muttered, face burning.

Marc lowered his voice, leaning closer again as his teasing grin softened into something gentler. "That height thing was unneeded. No, but really, cute little PE teacher crush? That’s actually adorable."

You looked away, muttering, "Don’t make it sound worse than it is."

"I’m not," he said, his tone quieter now. "It’s just funny how you get so worked up over nothing."

"It’s not nothing," you shot back, glaring at him halfheartedly. "You’re a menace."

Marc shrugged, his grin returning as he tossed the pillow aside. "You make it too easy. I can’t not tease you."

"You don’t see me teasing you about your secrets."

"That’s because I’m perfect, and you’d never find anything to tease me about," he replied, brushing his hair away in a dramatic act.

"Oh, please."

Marc laughed, the sound low and warm as he shook his head. "Fine, fine. Go ahead. I’ll give you one shot. What’s my secret?"

You paused, narrowing your eyes. "You cry during rom coms."

His confident expression faltered for half a second before he scoffed. "That’s not even-"

"You do!"

Marc pointed at you accusingly. "Okay, no. You’re deflecting."

"I’m not-"

"Yes, you are. Because you’re still embarrassed about Mr. PE Teacher."

"Marc."

"Yes?" he said in a sweet tone, batting his eyelashes at you.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

You froze for half a second, his words hanging in the air between you. Marc didn’t move, didn’t smirk, didn’t add anything else, just looked at you, his expression unreadable now.

Your pulse quickened, heat creeping up your neck as you opened your mouth to reply. "I-"

Before you could finish, Marc reached out, cupping your face with his hand as he leaned in and kissed you. It was soft at first, gentle, like he was testing the waters, but it was enough to make you completely speechless.

Your eyes widened, your breath catching in your throat as his thumb brushed lightly against your cheek. For a moment, you didn’t move, frozen under the weight of the kiss and the warmth of his touch.

And then you melted.

Your hands, which had been clutching the couch cushion for dear life, relaxed as you reached up, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt. Marc smiled against your lips, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he deepened the kiss just slightly.

When he finally pulled back, you were breathless, your heart racing as you stared at him, wide eyed.

Marc grinned softly, his thumb still tracing lazy circles against your cheek. "That shut you up, didn’t it?"

You blinked at him, your voice barely above a whisper. "You did not just…"

"Oh, I did," he replied, his grin widening as his eyes searched yours. "Worked pretty well, too."

"You’re unbelievable," you muttered, though your voice lacked any hint of annoyance.

Marc tilted his head, his smile softening as he leaned his forehead against yours. "You love it."

You stared at him for a moment before letting out a quiet laugh. "I hate how much I do."

He pulled back just enough to look at you properly, his expression turning more serious now, still playful, but softer around the edges. "For what it’s worth," he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "I think your PE teacher had good taste."

You groaned, shoving his chest lightly as Marc laughed, the sound ringing through the room. "You just ruined it!"

"No, I didn’t," he shot back, catching your hand before you could push him again. He laced his fingers with yours, holding your hand in his as he grinned down at you. "Admit it. You’re smiling."

You rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you completely. "You’re insufferable."

"And yet…." Marc trailed off, giving you a knowing look.

"Yes, yes," you muttered, unable to hide the warmth in your voice. "I still love you."

Marc smiled, leaning in to kiss you again, slower this time, like he wasn’t in any rush. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours once more, his voice low and teasing.

"Lucky me."

Marc didn’t let go, even as the moment stretched on, his fingers still lightly grazing your cheek. He seemed content to just look at you. Like he was trying to process what just happened, or maybe just trying to burn it into his memory.

"You’re quiet," he teased softly, his lips quirking up at one corner. "Did I finally manage to shut you up?"

You blinked, the haze of the kiss still lingering, before narrowing your eyes at him. "Don’t get cocky."

Marc chuckled, his thumb brushing lightly along your jawline again. "Oh, I’m not. I’m just, how do you say it, impressed."

You swatted at his chest lightly, though it only made him grin wider. "Stop it."

"What? It’s true!" Marc leaned back just enough to give you some space, though his hand still lingered on yours. "I had this whole plan to get you to stop talking, and it worked. Perfectly."

"You didn’t plan that," you shot back, trying to ignore the way your heart was still racing.

He tilted his head, feigning thoughtfulness. "Maybe not exactly like that, but… I’m not complaining about how it turned out."

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but smile. "You’re ridiculous."

"And yet you’re still here," he replied smoothly, his grin softening into something gentler. "Which I’m very grateful for, by the way."

Your teasing retort caught in your throat as his words settled, his sincerity catching you off guard. You felt his thumb trace lightly over the back of your hand again, grounding you.

"I meant it," he murmured, his tone softer now. "Everything I said earlier. You drive me crazy sometimes, but…in the best way. I’d sit through a thousand of those dumb trends with you if it means I get to see you laugh like that."

Your cheeks burned at his confession, and you looked down at your lap, suddenly shy. "Stop making me blush."

"Not a chance," Marc said with a low laugh, his hand gently tilting your chin back up so you’d meet his gaze. "I like it when you blush."

"Why?" you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smirked, though his eyes stayed impossibly soft. "Because it means I’m doing something right."

Before you could respond, Marc leaned in again, brushing another kiss against your lips. It was brief this time, just a soft, lingering touch that left you breathless all over again. When he pulled back, his smile was wider than ever, his thumb brushing along your cheek one last time.

"You know," he murmured, his voice teasing again, "if you want to keep practicing that trend, I’m happy to keep judging you."

You let out a small laugh, pushing him playfully as he leaned back with a dramatic groan, clutching his chest like you’d wounded him.

"You’re impossible," you said, shaking your head.

"And yet, you’re still here," Marc repeated, his eyes twinkling as he leaned just close enough to brush his forehead against yours. "So what does that say about you, hm?"

You smiled, your cheeks still flushed as you whispered back, "It says I’m just as impossible as you are."

Marc grinned, stealing another quick kiss before finally pulling away completely, though his hand stayed tangled in yours. "Good," he said, his voice low and soft. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

And neither would you.

[httpsdana]

can you please do prompt #54 with Marc Bernal

A Question of Timing~Marc Bernal

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i hope you enjoy this one <3

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54-"can I kiss you?"

y/n and Marc had always been close, closer than friends, maybe, but not something more. There was something mysterious between the two of them, a connection that went beyond casual conversation and lingering touches.

They both knew how they felt, but neither of them had ever taken that final step.

It was late on a Saturday evening when they found themselves alone together at his apartment. The group of friends they had spent the day with had gradually disappeared, leaving just the two of them. They were sitting on the couch, a movie playing in the background, but neither of them was really paying attention.

The air between them was charged, filled with that familiar, electric tension that had always been there but had never been addressed.

Marc’s arm was draped casually over the back of the couch, his fingers brushing lightly against y/n's shoulder. It was a simple touch, but it made her heart race all the same. She leaned into him slightly, savoring the warmth of his presence, the steady rhythm of his breathing.

As the movie played on, she couldn’t help but steal glances at him. His eyes were fixed on the screen, but she could see the way his jaw clenched slightly, the way his fingers twitched ever so slightly against her shoulder. He was nervous, just like she was.

She wanted to say something, to break the silence, but she wasn’t sure how.

What could she say that wouldn’t make things awkward? What could she say that wouldn’t ruin the delicate balance they had maintained for so long?

Finally, Marc shifted beside her, turning slightly so that he was facing her. His eyes were soft, filled with something she couldn’t quite name. There was a vulnerability there that made her heart ache.

“Can I ask you something?” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, her pulse quickening as she met his gaze. “Of course.” she said

He hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words. Then, he took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered

The question hung in the air between them, heavy with anticipation. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at him, her heart pounding so loudly she was scared he could hear it. She had imagined this moment so many times, but now that it was here, she didn’t know what to do.

“Yes,” she finally whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement.

Marc’s eyes softened even further, a small, relieved smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Slowly, he leaned in, his hand coming up to gently cup her cheek. His touch was warm, comforting, and y/n felt herself melting into it.

Time seemed to slow as he closed the distance between them. His breath was warm against her skin, his lips so close she could almost taste them. Her eyes fluttered shut, her heart racing with anticipation.

And then, finally, his lips met hers.

The kiss was soft, tentative, as if he were afraid she might pull away. But she didn’t. Instead, she leaned into him, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingers.

It was everything she had imagined it would be, sweet, tender, and filled with all the feelings that had been building between them for so long. Marc’s hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, growing more confident, more certain.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other as she tried to catch her breath. Marc’s eyes were closed, a contented smile on his lips, and she couldn’t help but smile too.

“Wow,” y/n whispered, her voice filled with awe.

Marc chuckled softly, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers. “Yeah,” he agreed, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. “Wow.”

For a moment, they just sat there, drowning in the warmth of each other’s presence. The tension that had been between them for so long had finally broken, replaced by a sense of peace, of rightness.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Marc admitted, his voice soft and full of emotion.

y/n smiled, her heart swelling with affection. “Me too,” she confessed, her fingers tracing light patterns on his chest. “I’m glad you asked.”

Marc’s smile widened, his eyes shining with happiness. “I’m glad you said yes.”

And with that, he leaned in again, capturing her lips in another kiss. This time, there was no hesitation, no uncertainty. It was a kiss filled with promise, with the agreement that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

[httpsdana]

Hey I love ur fics and I was just wondering if you could do prompt 9 with Marc Bernal since there’s barely any fics of him 🥲

Sleepless Conversations~Marc Bernal

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9-"it's 2am, go back to sleep"

The apartment was quiet, the only sound coming from the ticking clock on the wall. The soft glow of the moon filtered through the curtains, casting silver light across the room. y/n laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the night pressing down on her.

She let out a sigh, turning over for what felt like the hundredth time. Her mind wouldn’t stop racing, thoughts tumbling over each other in a chaotic mess. It was exhausting, and yet, sleep remained just out of reach.

Next to her, Marc shifted, the movement subtle but enough to draw her attention. His back was to her, his breathing slow and even—he was deep in sleep. She didn’t want to disturb him. He was tired from his injury and needed his rest, but she was so frustrated with herself that she couldn’t help but let out a small, annoyed huff.

It was quiet, barely a sound at all, but Marc was perceptive, always tuned in to her, even in his sleep. He turned over, his eyes blinking open as he looked at her with a groggy, concerned expression. “What’s wrong?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

She felt a pang of guilt that she woke him up. “Nothing,” y/n whispered. “Go back to sleep.”

But Marc was already more awake now, propping himself up on his elbow to get a better look at her. “It’s 2 AM,” he said softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. “Go back to sleep.”

She sighed again, but this time, it was tinged with a sadness that she couldn’t quite hide anymore. “I can’t,” she admitted, her voice barely audible.

Marc’s eyes softened. He knew her well enough to understand that when she said she couldn’t sleep, it wasn’t just about the physical act of sleeping—it was about whatever was weighing on her mind, keeping her from finding peace in the night.

Without another word, Marc shifted closer to his girlfriend, his hand finding hers under the covers. His fingers intertwined with hers, a comforting gesture that brought warmth to her cold hands.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently.

She hesitated, not wanting to burden him with her restless thoughts. But the sincerity in his eyes, the way he was willing to lose sleep just to make sure she was okay, made it hard to hold back.

“It’s just… everything,” y/n finally whispered. “I can’t stop thinking about work, life, us… I just feel like I’m failing at everything.”

Marc’s grip on her hand tightened, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of it. “You’re not failing,” he said firmly. “You’re doing your best, and that’s all anyone can ask for. We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

She nodded, feeling a little of the tension in her chest ease. Marc always had a way of making things feel less overwhelming, just by being there.

He pulled her body closer to his, wrapping his arms around her in a protective embrace. “Just breathe,” he murmured against her hair. “I’m right here.”

The steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her ear was calming, a reminder that she wasn’t alone in this. As she focused on the warmth of his body, the safety of his arms around her, the noises in her mind began to quiet.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes finally starting to feel heavy.

Marc pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “Anytime,” he whispered back. “Now, try to sleep. We’ll tackle everything else in the morning.”

With Marc holding y/n close, the weight of the world seemed to lift, if only for a little while. As she let yourself sink into the comfort of his embrace, sleep finally began to take over, and for the first time that night, she felt like she could finally rest.

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Perfect form | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gymnast!gf!reader

summary . . . When you have an international gymnastics competition, you invite Marc to watch

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

word count . . . 1.4k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . died writing this haha

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

. . . Marc sat quietly in the crowded arena, surrounded by fans, coaches, and teams from around the world. The energy in the air was electric, so different from the local competitions he’d imagined when you first mentioned it.

This was international, and Marc couldn’t help the mix of nerves and awe that hit him as he scanned the vast crowd. Flags waved proudly, cheers echoed off the walls, and the sheer magnitude of it settled over him all at once.

Somewhere down on the competition floor, you were focused. Stretching on the sidelines and mentally rehearsing your routines, but even in a sea of movement and noise, you found him. Despite the chaos, Marc stood out like a steady presence in the stands, his familiar figure unmistakable.

He was sitting front and center, elbows resting on his knees, eyes sharp and locked on you as if he couldn’t bear to miss a single moment. When your eyes met, Marc’s face broke into a grin, so bright and genuine that it felt like it was meant just for you.

He gave you a little wave, nothing dramatic, just a subtle, private gesture that sent warmth blooming in your chest.

You shook your head, fighting back a smile as you turned your attention back to your stretches. A moment later, you glanced up again, only to catch him mid act, blowing you a playful kiss.

Your startled expression made him smirk, though there was no teasing in the gesture. It was sweet, his quiet way of telling you he was there, no matter what.

"You’re ridiculous," you mouthed, laughter threatening to bubble up.

Marc shrugged, unfazed, and mouthed back, "Good luck," punctuating it with an exaggerated thumbs up that drew a quiet huff of amusement from you. Somehow, his over the top confidence settled something inside you, easing the quiet tension that usually lingered before every performance.

Normally, these moments were yours alone, filled with preparation, breathing exercises, and a constant effort not to overthink. But Marc’s presence changed everything.

Every time you looked his way, his eyes were already on you, soft and sure, radiating the kind of pride and belief that didn’t need words. It anchored you.

As you took your place in the warm up area, nerves thrumming through you, you sent him one last glance. Marc was still there, still watching, his expression soft but full of anticipation. He tilted his head slightly, as if to say, You’ve got this.

And just like that, your nerves melted away.

Marc watched intently as you stood at the edge of the mat, calm and poised amid the whirlwind of movement. Teammates stretching, coaches murmuring last-minute advice, the faint hum of an announcer calling out names.

To everyone else, this was just a regular moment in a massive competition. To Marc, it was your moment.

He couldn’t help but stare.

The arena lights caught the subtle sparkle of your team uniform, but it wasn’t the glittering fabric or the massive crowd that had his full attention. It was you. Always you.

He swore he saw something in you that no one else could see. It was the focus in your eyes, the calm steadiness of your breathing, the quiet determination on your face that somehow still managed to look soft.

You lifted your head, scanning the crowd as if searching for something, or someone. When your eyes found Marc's again, everything shifted. Your lips tilted into a small, almost shy smile, one that both eased his nerves and sent his heart thudding harder.

For a second, it was just the two of you.

This time, Marc didn’t wave or cheer like the others. He didn’t need to. Instead, he held your gaze, offered a small nod, and mouthed, "You’ve got this."

Your soft exhale and the way you squared your shoulders told him all he needed to know.

And Marc, for the hundredth time that day, felt like the luckiest person in the world just to be here, watching you shine.

Your routine was nothing short of magic.

Every flip, leap, and spin seemed effortless, though Marc knew better. He knew how many hours you had spent perfecting your form, how often you’d pushed through bruises, sore muscles, and frustration.

Watching you now, it was hard to believe you ever doubted yourself. The crowd gasped and applauded at all the right moments, but Marc sat in stunned silence, unable to tear his eyes away.

"She’s good," someone near him muttered, clearly impressed. "Really good."

Marc’s lips curled into a proud grin. "She’s the best."

The music swelled toward its climax, and as you nailed your final tumbling pass with immaculate precision, the arena erupted. Cheers and applause rained down, cameras flashed, and Marc found himself jumping to his feet, clapping so hard his palms stung.

"Yes!" he shouted, grinning ear to ear. He knew you couldn’t hear him, but he didn’t care.

On the floor, you dropped into your final pose, chest heaving with deep breaths as you looked up toward the crowd. Your smile was radiant, one that said you knew you had given everything you had.

And Marc?

Marc was completely, utterly in awe of you.

The award ceremony felt like a blur, even though Marc watched every second. When your name was called for the gold medal, he swore the cheers got louder. You stepped up onto the podium, and as the medal was draped around your neck, Marc couldn’t help but think how it belonged there all along.

You looked right standing there. Victorious, glowing, and proud.

After the ceremony, Marc managed to find you near the exit, away from the thickest part of the crowd. You still wore your competition leotard, the medal swinging around your neck as you talked with some teammates. The second you spotted him, though, your face broke into that familiar smile.

"Marc!" You practically launched yourself into his arms.

He caught you with ease, laughing as he spun you once before setting you down. "You did it!" His voice was a mix of pride and admiration. "You were incredible out there."

"I can’t believe it," you admitted breathlessly, cheeks flushed from the excitement. "It feels like a dream."

Marc took a step back, his hands sliding to hold yours as he looked you over with pure awe. "I knew you could do it. I’ve always known." He brushed his thumbs over the back of your hands, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "You’re….amazing. I don’t even have words."

You shook your head, suddenly shy under his gaze. "Marc…."

He shook his head, eyes glimmering with something warm and intense. "No, seriously. You were the best out there by miles. Everyone saw it." His gaze drifted to the gold medal hanging proudly around your neck. "And now you’ve got the medal to prove it."

You laughed, a sound that made his heart skip. "I couldn’t have done it without your support, you know."

Marc rolled his eyes lightly. "Oh, please. You did all of it. I just sat there, stared at you, and looked pretty."

You swatted his chest playfully, but before you could pull your hand back, Marc caught it and held it against his heart. The air between you shifted; softer now, quieter, though the hum of the competition still lingered faintly in the background.

Marc’s voice dropped, his tone teasing but gentle. "You really like showing off, huh?"

You smirked. "Just a little."

He leaned closer, dropping his forehead gently against yours. "Good. I like watching you win."

And then, before you could respond, Marc kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed or hurried; it was soft and deliberate, like he wanted to take his time to tell you how proud he was, how in love he was, without needing to say the words.

His hands moved to cup your face, thumbs brushing tenderly over your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but melt into the touch.

For a moment, the cheers, the cameras, the noise, all of it faded. It was just you and Marc, standing together as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

When he finally pulled back, you were breathless, wide eyed but smiling.

Marc’s grin was lopsided, teasing but undeniably fond. "What?" he murmured. "Speechless?"

You let out a soft laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Maybe a little."

"Good." He kissed your forehead quickly, then stepped back just enough to hold your hand again. "Come on, champion. Let’s get out of here before someone decides to steal you from me."

You rolled your eyes fondly but let him tug you along, the gold medal glinting under the lights as you walked side by side.

And Marc?

Marc never stopped looking at you like you were his greatest victory.

[n0vazsq]

heyyy please do a marc bernal x reader and they do a tiktok trend together xx

i didnt know what trend to do so i js did the disco dance trend

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT !!!

[n0vazsq]

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