#marc bernal fanfic

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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

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.

[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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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.

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PLS WRITE SMTH ABT MARC BERNAL 🙏🏽🙏🏽

WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING

And also, incase u haven’t realised based on the fact that I have exclusively written for WOMEN (almost all of the single player stories have been romantic: here is my master list if you want to read any)

I am gay

1. I had to google who this guy is

2. He is a guy

3. He is a CHILD!!!!!!! Maybe that’s why they’re aren’t too many fanfics about him (as it should be because he is 17 and a child)

I hope you have a nice day 🙂

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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.

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can you please do prompt #54 with Marc Bernal

A Question of Timing~Marc Bernal

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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.