#marc bernal fanfic

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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.

[httpsdana]

hey lovee! idk if you’ve seen that tiktok trend where the sibling is like rude to their brother’s girlfriend to see their reaction!

Could you write something like that with marc bernal, if you don’t write about him maybe with pau cubarsi or pedri!🥰

Little Test~Marc Bernal

・❥・prompt list

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・❥・a/n: I really hope this one is the one you're talking about ❤

The Bernal household was buzzing with excitement on New Year's Eve. Marc had invited his girlfriend to his family's traditional New Year’s dinner, and she was nervous but also excited to meet his loved onesMarc had been constantly talking about how much his family would love her, but little did he know, tonight she was going to have a bit of fun—at his expense.

She'd made a plan with Toni, Marc’s older brother, to prank Marc during dinner. The plan? Toni would be rude to her, making snarky comments, while she'd act upset to see how Marc would react. She was hoping for a protective and possessive response, but she wasn't sure how far they could push him.

The food laid out in plates at the table as the family gathered around. Marc sat beside y/n, his hand resting lightly on her knee. He smiled at her as his parents talked warmly to her, and Toni gave her a cheeky smile from across the table, ready to play his part.

As everyone began digging into their plates, Toni shot her a look and decided it was time to begin their little game.

"Are you really going to eat all that?" he asked, his eyes scanning her plate with a smirk. "that's a lot of food don't you think?"

She tensed up, feigning a wince as she gazed down at her plate. She spoke gently, trying to portray her feelings in her voice, "Excuse me?"

Marc immediately glanced at her, furrowing his brow. "Toni," he remarked abruptly, his voice already threatening. "What’s your problem?"

Toni leaned in and spoke louder so that everyone could hear him. "No, seriously," he said. "I don't believe she needs so much food. Do you not believe that you've had enough?"

Without looking directly at Marc, she lowered her head to her dish and started to gently move her food around on your plate.

Even though it was all fake, she wanted the hurt to look real, and it was nearly true now. She allowed herself to be disappointed and possibly sad.

Marc’s hand quickly reached for hers, his grip tightening as his eyes narrowed at Toni. "Toni, shut up," he said, his voice tight with anger. "What the hell is your problem?"

Toni just shrugged, clearly enjoying the anger he was causing from their little prank. "What?" he replied, his tone mocking. "I'm just saying she doesn't need to eat all that, do you?"

Marc turned to her, his face softening, but his irritation still obvious. "Are you okay, amor?" he asked quietly, rubbing her hand in soothing circles under the table.

She nodded gently, tears welling up in her eyes, but he didn't need to know just yet that they were fake. She sniffled, looking down at her plate again. "I’m fine," she whispered, making sure to sound hurt.

The table fell into an awkward silence as everyone noticed Marc's growing frustration with his brother. His parents exchanged surprised glances, clearly wondering why Toni was being so rude, but Marc was still focused on her only.

"Don’t let him get to you," Marc said, his voice softer now. "I’m sorry about him"

But Toni wasn’t finished yet. He was clearly enjoying Marc’s growing anger and decided to push him more. "I’m just looking out for her, Marc," he said, leaning back in his chair. "It’s not like she needs all that food. It’s a lot for someone with her... figure."

She glanced at Marc after this comment, still pretending to be upset, and he noticed. His eyes narrowed, and he stood up abruptly, slamming his hand down on the table.

"Alright, that’s enough!" Marc’s voice was loud, and everyone went silent, startled by his sudden outburst. "Toni, shut up! you don’t get to talk to her like that. You’re crossing a line."

Toni sat up straighter, his face a mix of surprise and amusement. "Relax, I’m just messing with her," he said, though there was a small twitch of guilt in his expression and how he made his brother angry.

But Marc wasn’t having it. "I don’t care if you’re messing around, Toni. Don’t ever talk to my girlfriend like that again," Marc said, his voice firm, his eyes fierce as he turned to her immediately. "Are you okay, baby?"

She blinked surprised, still pretending to be upset, giving a small nod. "Yeah…," she whispered.

Toni shifted uncomfortably in his chair, but Marc wanted to make sure his girlfriend felt comfortable again. His hand was now on her arm, rubbing it gently. He kept glancing at his brother, visibly angry.

Toni sat there, his expression shifting from smug to sheepish. It was clear he didn’t expect Marc to get so upset.

Just as the silence stretched on, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach as she looked at Marc’s confused face. "Marc, I’m so sorry" she said between giggles. "We were just messing with you!"

Toni immediately joined in, unable to contain his laughter either. "It’s just a prank, hermano. She wanted to see how you’d react."

Marc blinked, his anger quickly fading into disbelief. His jaw dropped as he stared between his girlfriend and his brother, trying to process what had just happened. "dumbasses" he muttered, shaking his head.

y/n couldn’t stop laughing at Marc's expression. "You should have seen your face, Marc" she said, still laughing. "You were ready to strangle Toni right there"

Marc let out a frustrated sigh, but then a smile tugged at his lips despite himself. "You guys are so stupid," he said, though there was no real heat behind his words. "I really thought you were upset."

Toni clapped Marc on the back, still grinning. "I told you he’d get all protective. That was priceless."

Marc shook his head again, rubbing the back of his neck, a grin spreading across his face. "I can't believe you two" he said, trying to hide his smile. "don’t ever pull something like this again on me."

She leaned into him, still laughing softly. "Come on, Marc," she teased, kissing his cheek. "That was fun don't deny it"

Marc raised an eyebrow at her. "To you maybe not to me" he said, his voice softening. "But next time, no pranks, okay?"

Toni leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "What can I say? She had to test if Marc would really fight for her." He flashed a grin at Marc. "You passed the test, hermano."

Marc’s eyes softened as he looked at her. "I'd go to war for you, cariño," he said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

She smiled, still feeling the rush of adrenaline from the prank. "that's good to know," she said, leaning in to kiss him.

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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

✮- 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.

[pedriache]

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?”

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Marc Bernal - MASTERLIST OF FAVS

Some of my favorite stories, writers you are amazing

FAVS - Marc Bernal 1.0

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ masterlist .ᐟ

🌔 fluff

🌘 nsfw

☀️ request

☁️ oneshot

héctor fort –

bf hc, you having curly hair! 🌔

bf hc, you having straight hair! 🌔☀️

a to z, nsfw alphabet! 🌘☀️

insecure!reader 🌔☀️

losing your virginity to him! 🌘☀️

being casual until making oficial! 🌔☀️☁️

bf headcanons! 🌔☀️

a to z, fluff alphabet! 🌔☀️

having hickeys all over your body! 🌖☀️☁️

pau cubarsí –

don't cry, i hate it when you cry! 🌔☀️☁️

bf headcanons! 🌔☀️

a to z, nsfw alphabet! 🌒

tiktok trend! 🌒☀️☁️

headcanon, him as a teen!dad! 🌔☀️

marc bernal –

can't keep my hands to myself! 🌒☀️☁️

bf headcanons! 🌔☀️

a to z, fluff alphabet! 🌔☀️

taking care of him injured! 🌔☀️☁️

him getting more bulked! 🌒☀️☁️

in too deep! 🌒☀️☁️

him having scars on his back! 🌒☀️☁️

joão félix –

bf nsfw headcanons! 🌘☀️

alejandro balde –

lipstick smudged! 🌘☁️

fermín lópez –

headcanon, him as a dad! 🌔

i’ll write for all barça players!! for players of age i will write nsfw, for minor only fluff, but as for everyone i will write hc, blurbs, angst etc etc!!

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✦ Who do I write for?

I write for Barça players and some in parts (except Real Madrid). And here are some players that I find it easier to write about.

PAU CUBARSI

HECTOR FORT

PEDRI GONZALEZ

PABLO GAVI

MARC BERNAL

But if you want to ask about another player, either from Barcelona or another team, ask. If I don't know him, I'll just answer your ask saying that I can't write about him.

✦ What I DO NOT Accept

Requests without details or poorly prepared

Very sensitive topics without adequate context

Plagiarism or copying of other works without permission

If you have any questions, feel free to ask before submitting your request! I want to ensure that each story is unique and made with dedication for you.

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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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Over | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x ex!reader

summary . . . Visiting Marc's house after his injury wasn't on your agenda, but when his mother asks about you two, you're surprised she doesn't know you two broke up

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

word count . . . 1.8k+

warnings . . . angst!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . died, cried. sobbed.

. . . It had been a week since Marc's injury, and still, there was an unspoken weight that filled the silence of the house. His mom was confused. She couldn’t understand why you weren’t there.

You, who had always been by his side. She had expected you, the way she expected him to wake up from his surgery, the way she expected him to smile after a long day.

But when Marc had told her you were 'busy', something in her expression had shifted, something fleeting, but there. She didn’t push, trusting him, assuming there was just some miscommunication.

But there was no miscommunication, not really. You were no longer a part of Marc's life. Not in the way you had been. Not in the way you thought you would be forever.

The breakup had been messy, an explosion of words unsaid and feelings buried too deep. One day, everything had seemed fine, normal, even.

The next, Marc had pulled away, the space between the two of you growing impossibly wide. There were no fights, no big confrontations. Just a slow, painful unraveling that neither of you could stop.

When he ended things, it wasn’t with anger or bitterness. It was with a quiet resignation, like he had already let go of something long before you ever realized it was slipping through your fingers.

You had begged him to talk, to explain, to tell you that you mattered enough to keep fighting for, but Marc had only said that he needed time. That things between you two weren’t right anymore. And though he didn’t say it, you could feel it.

He didn’t want to fight anymore.

Not for you. Not for us.

It hurt more than anything else had, and maybe that was the worst part, the knowledge that you weren’t even worth fighting for, that you were just another casualty of his own confusion, his own exhaustion.

And so, you walked away, leaving him to figure out his own mess. It felt like a lie, like you were betraying him by leaving, but it was the only thing you could do, the only way to protect what little dignity you had left.

You hadn’t expected to be here today. You hadn’t expected to find yourself standing in front of Marc’s house, a basket of chocolate and flowers in your hands, the pathetic excuse for a 'get well soon; gift that you had convinced yourself he might appreciate.

A simple gesture. That was all you had. But when you had heard that Marc was back home, something inside of you twisted. You couldn’t leave him in that state. Not without at least letting him know that you still cared.

You didn’t want to see him like this. You didn’t want to be reminded of what you’d lost, of the way his touch used to feel, of the way his voice had comforted you when the world seemed too much.

But you couldn’t stay away. You had to see him. You had to pretend that you hadn’t already broken.

Marc’s mom greeted you at the door with her usual warm smile, her arms outstretched in a gesture that should have felt familiar, comforting.

But today, it felt like an intrusion, like a reminder of everything you’d lost. The last time you had stood on this doorstep, everything had been different. Marc had still been your person. You had still been his.

"Oh, you're here!" Marc’s mom said, a touch of surprise in her voice. "How's everything? Marc’s been asking about you, you know." She looked at you, as if she had expected you to walk through the door just as much as she had expected him to recover.

You froze for a moment, the words she said wrapping around your heart like a vise. Asking about you? He didn’t know anything about you anymore.

"Yeah, I’ve been good. Just… busy," you said, your voice faltering slightly as you glanced down at the basket in your hands. It felt heavy now, like a symbol of everything you wished you could take back.

"Busy?" Marc’s mom asked, her brow furrowing as if the word didn’t quite sit right with her.

"But Marc said you were busy with studies, and I figured that was all. But you two-" She trailed off, her eyes searching yours for something that you weren’t sure you could give her. "You two were always so close. What happened? I thought you’d be right there beside him, especially after everything."

You felt a lump form in your throat, the weight of her words crushing you. The expectation. The realization that Marc hadn’t told her the truth. That he hadn’t told her that the reason you weren’t here was because you had no place in his life anymore.

You had been replaced, not by someone else, but by the slow erosion of something that was supposed to last.

"Marc didn’t… tell you?" you asked, your voice trembling, barely above a whisper. You hadn’t meant to ask, hadn’t meant to make this more painful than it already was, but the words slipped out before you could stop them.

His mom’s eyes widened in confusion, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of disbelief. "Tell me what? What are you talking about?"

You felt the tears start to sting at the back of your eyes. The truth was heavy, suffocating, and you didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to admit that everything had fallen apart in a way that made you feel like a stranger in a place you once called home.

"We… we broke up," you said quietly, your voice cracking on the last word. The finality of it hit you in that moment, the cold weight of reality sinking in.

It felt like a betrayal, not just to Marc’s mom, but to yourself. You didn’t even know why you were here. What did you think would happen? That things would somehow be okay again?

Her face softened instantly, her smile slipping into a frown, confusion clouding her features.

"But… Marc never said anything about that. He said you were just busy. He never said you two weren’t together anymore." She looked at you, searching for the answers that you weren’t sure you had, her gaze imploring, gentle, but insistent. "Why didn’t you come to the hospital, carino? He wanted you there."

The words felt like a slap, a reminder of the version of yourself that you had left behind. The version of yourself that was still tied to Marc in ways you didn’t know how to untangle.

You wanted to cry, wanted to explain everything, but there were no words that could make this better. There were no words that could take back the hurt.

"I couldn’t," you whispered, your voice barely audible now. "I couldn’t pretend like everything was fine when it wasn’t. I couldn’t watch him, watch you all, thinking I still belonged here when I didn’t."

Your chest tightened, the ache in your heart blooming into something unbearable. "I thought I could handle it, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t pretend. I couldn’t stay."

There was a long silence between you, and for a moment, you thought she might say something else.

That she might try to convince you that it wasn’t too late, that maybe Marc was waiting for you to come back and fix it. But she didn’t. Instead, she just nodded slowly, her face a mixture of sadness and understanding.

"I see," she said softly, her voice holding more than just the weight of disappointment. It was the weight of something broken, something irreversible. "Well, if you ever want to talk to him, you know where he is." She stepped back, her eyes still holding that faint trace of hope that had once been yours too.

You nodded, your heart in your throat, but you didn’t say anything more. Because you knew, deep down, that you couldn’t go back to that place. Not now. Not after everything that had changed.

You turned, walking back to your car, the basket of chocolate still hanging heavily in your hand. You didn’t look back. Because if you did, you might see Marc standing there, eyes full of unsaid things, things you couldn’t fix anymore. And you didn’t know if you could take seeing that.

As Marc sat in his room, the familiar hum of his thoughts was louder than ever. His mind kept circling back to the moment you had left, when everything changed.

He had told himself, over and over, that it was for the best. That maybe it was just the right time for both of you to move on. But the silence in the room, the one that used to be filled with your laughter, your late night talks, was deafening now.

His gaze wandered toward the window, where the pale light of the afternoon settled over the yard. It wasn’t until then that he noticed you, standing by your car, staring at the ground for a moment as though trying to gather the courage to walk away. His chest tightened.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he missed you more than he cared to.

His fingers itched to reach out to you, to explain the things he never had the courage to say, the reasons he hadn’t fought harder to keep you. But he stayed frozen, watching as you stood there, a heavy weight between the two of you.

You hadn’t noticed him yet, but he watched you long enough to know you were struggling with something, your posture stiff and uncertain.

Was it guilt? Regret? Maybe both. Marc’s heart skipped a beat when you finally turned away, the distance between you and his world growing wider with every step you took. He had let you slip away, and in that moment, he realized just how much he had been holding his breath, waiting for you to come back.

The truth was, Marc had always been scared; scared of not being enough, scared of being a burden, scared of losing the only person who had ever truly understood him. He had never told you that.

Instead, he had convinced himself that stepping away was the easiest thing to do, not realizing that by doing so, he had pushed you out of a life he now realized he wanted. The quiet ache in his chest was unbearable now, the weight of what he'd lost pressing down on him in a way that felt suffocating.

As you finally got in your car and drove away, Marc stood by the window for what felt like hours, unable to tear his eyes away.

He didn’t know what would happen next.

Maybe you would never come back. Maybe there was no fixing what had been broken. But as the last glimpse of your car disappeared down the street, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he would spend the rest of his life wondering if things could have turned out differently.

It was too late now.

It was all over.

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[n0vazsq]

Playing with fire | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

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

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

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . badly translated spanish!

faceclaim . . . N/A

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Not ever | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

summary . . . Marc was always somehow clingy, but after his injury, he became a bit too clingy

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

word count . . . 1.6k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . died also idk anything about ACL injuries so i js treated it like a broken leg

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

. . . Marc Bernal was a stubborn man, but you’d learned by now that stubbornness came in many forms.

Before his injury, it had come in the form of determination; hours on the field perfecting his form, late nights reviewing game footage, and a strong power to push through any challenge.

But now? Now, his stubbornness was all about you; keeping you within arm’s reach, clinging to you like his very life depended on it.

"Amor," he called softly from the couch, his voice laced with despair. He was propped up on a fortress of pillows, his leg elevated and wrapped securely.

Despite his injury, he still looked annoyingly good, hair slightly messy and those brown eyes glinting with mischief. "Where are you going?"

You paused mid step, holding his empty water bottle. "To the kitchen. You drank all your water, remember?"

"But what if I need you?" His eyes widened, and he gave you a look so pathetically sweet that you almost felt bad for him. Almost.

"Marc," you said, trying not to laugh. "I’ll be gone for two minutes."

"Two minutes is too long," he protested, holding out his hand. "Come here. Just for a second."

You sighed, walking back to him. The moment your hand touched his, he pulled you down onto the couch, his arms wrapping securely around your waist. "Marc! You’re supposed to be resting your leg!"

"I am resting," he said, nuzzling into your neck. "See? I’m very comfortable now."

"You’re impossible," you muttered, but you couldn’t stop the smile creeping onto your face. His arms tightened around you as if you might disappear if he let go.

"I’m injured," he reminded you, his tone almost whiny. "I need my girlfriend to take care of me."

"I am taking care of you," you replied. "That’s why I need to go to the kitchen, so I can bring you water and snacks and everything else you’ve been demanding all day."

"I haven’t been demanding," he said bitterly, though the effect was ruined by the way his lips were brushing against your shoulder. "I’ve been… asking nicely."

"Uh huh. Sure."

Marc pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Kiss me, and I’ll let you go."

"You’re bribing me with kisses now?" you asked, arching an eyebrow.

"It’s not a bribe," he said, leaning in closer. "It’s motivation."

You rolled your eyes but indulged him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He hummed in satisfaction, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as if to keep you there forever. When you tried to pull away, he pouted.

"That was too quick," he complained.

"Marc, your water…"

"Stay," he murmured, his voice dropping to that low, intimate tone that always made your heart flutter. "Just for a little while. Please?"

You sighed, knowing you were fighting a losing battle. "Fine. Five minutes. But then I’m getting your water."

"Deal," he said quickly, his grin triumphant.

He pulled you closer, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that was slower, deeper, and so full of affection that it made your chest ache. His fingers laced through yours, holding your hand tightly as if to attach you to him.

"You’re so clingy," you teased when you finally broke apart.

"Only with you," he admitted without hesitation. "You’re my favorite person, mi amor. Why wouldn’t I want you close?"

Your heart melted a little at his words, and you couldn’t resist brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "You’re lucky you’re cute," you said, and he laughed softly, the sound warm, making your heart beat slightly faster.

"I’m lucky to have you," he corrected, his voice serious now. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

"You’d survive," you said lightly, but he shook his head.

"Not like this," he said, squeezing your hand. "You make everything better, even when I’m stuck on this stupid couch with a torn knee."

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could say anything, he shifted, pulling you fully onto his lap. "Marc!" you yelped. "Your knee!"

"It’s fine," he said, his hands settling on your waist. "You don’t weigh anything. And this is much better, don’t you think?"

You glared at him, but he just smiled up at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You’re ridiculous."

"Ridiculously in love with you," he countered smoothly, leaning in to nuzzle your neck. His lips brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"You’re impossible," you muttered, but you didn’t move. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away when he was looking at you like that, his gaze so full of love and adoration that it made your heart skip a beat.

"Maybe," he admitted, his smile softening. "But you love me anyway, right?"

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at your lips. "Yeah, I do."

"Good," he said, pulling you down for another kiss. This one was slower, sweeter, and so full of emotion that it made your chest ache. When you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes fluttering closed.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "So much."

"I love you too," you said softly, your hand coming up to cup his cheek. His eyes opened, and he looked at you with so much tenderness that it took your breath away.

"Stay with me," he said again, his voice pleading. "Just for a little while longer."

You knew you should get up, that he needed his water and you had other things to do, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. You nodded, settling against him as his arms wrapped around you securely.

"Just for a little while," you whispered, and he smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"That’s all I need," he said, his voice soft and content.

For the rest of the afternoon, you stayed there with him, his arms holding you close as if to remind you that you were his, and that he wasn’t letting you go anytime soon.

As the hours passed, you found yourself completely wrapped up in Marc's presence, your body nestled comfortably against his. It wasn’t just the physical proximity; there was something about the way he held you that felt so secure, so comforting.

He didn’t want to let go, not even for a second. It was almost like his need for you was more than just emotional; it was something deep. You could feel the way he’d tighten his grip on you when you tried to move, pulling you back toward him with a quiet insistence.

"Amor, you’re not going anywhere, right?" he murmured into your hair, his lips brushing against the top of your head. The soft sound of his voice, laced with a quiet desperation, made your heart flutter in your chest.

You looked up at him, giving him a soft smile. "I’m not going anywhere, Marc."

He gave you a small, satisfied smile, but it didn’t last long before his lips were finding yours, the kiss gentle at first, testing, almost as if asking for permission.

His hand came to rest on your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. When you responded, kissing him back with the same tenderness, he deepened the kiss, his body pressing closer, his knee injury forgotten in the heat of the moment.

The kiss was slow, deliberate, as if he was trying to savor every second. You felt his breath quicken as his hand moved to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, holding you in place as he kissed you harder.

There was no rush, no urgency, just the overwhelming feeling of him needing to be close to you. His lips were soft against yours, his kisses lingering as though he couldn’t bear to pull away.

When he finally did, it was only to breathe, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes closed like he was memorizing the way you felt.

"I just… I need to be near you," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever."

You smiled, tracing his jaw with your fingers, the simple act of touching him grounding you. "I’m not going anywhere, Marc. I’m right here."

His arms tightened around you again, pulling you onto his lap, despite the injury. You felt his breath hitch as he shifted carefully, but he didn’t let you go.

"Good," he murmured, his lips brushing your neck in a tender, slow kiss that made your heart skip a beat. "I’m so lucky to have you."

"You’re lucky to have me?" you teased, lifting your head to look at him. "I think the luck’s all on my side."

Marc laughed softly, his hands gently caressing your back as he settled you more comfortably on his lap. "You have no idea how much I love you," he said, his voice filled with a sincerity that made your chest tighten.

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulled back to look into your eyes. "You’re everything to me. And I want you to know that. Every day, always."

You could feel your heart swell at his words, your own emotions rising with every touch, every kiss.

You cupped his face in your hands, pulling him in for another kiss, deeper this time, as if you could convey everything you were feeling without words.

Marc kissed you back with equal intensity, his hands moving to your waist, gently pulling you closer.

"Stay with me like this forever," he whispered between kisses, his lips tracing over your skin. "I never want to let you go."

You smiled, kissing him again, more passionately this time. “I’m not going anywhere, Marc,” you repeated, as if your words were a promise, a vow.

And he believed you.

[httpsdana]

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

Yours To Keep~Marc Bernal

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

enjoy this one <3

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players/drivers I write for

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.

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Love, a wonderful thing | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

summary . . . Marc surprises you with a necklace with his initials and tells you that he loves you for the first time

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

word count . . . 1.3k+

warnings . . . none!

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alexavia yaps . . . more christmas fics coming soon and ik im so late but dw guys ill grind to get them out asap

. . . The snow outside painted the world in a soft, shimmering white, and the glow of the fairy lights on the Christmas tree cast a golden hue across the room.

You were sitting on the couch, humming along to the faint Christmas music playing in the background as you adjusted one of the stockings hanging by the fireplace.

The faint scent of vanilla from the candles you’d lit earlier filled the room, creating an atmosphere so cozy it felt like a scene from a holiday movie.

When you glanced over your shoulder, you caught Marc staring at you, his head propped up on one hand as he leaned against the armrest of the couch.

There was a softness in his gaze, his dark eyes tracing your features with an expression so tender it made your heart skip a beat.

"What?" you asked with a shy laugh, raising an eyebrow at him.

Marc didn’t look away. If anything, his smile grew, and the corners of his lips curled into that familiar, lopsided grin that made your stomach flutter every time.

"Nothing," he said, his voice low and warm, almost like a secret he wanted to keep between the two of you. "I’m just wondering how I got so lucky."

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you sat back down beside him. "Marc," you said, playfully nudging his shoulder, though the warmth in his voice lingered in your chest. "You’re such a sap."

"Can you blame me?" he teased, his eyes sparkling as he leaned in closer. "You’re literally glowing right now. You look… beautiful."

His words weren’t dramatic or over the top, but the way he said them, like they were the most natural thing in the world, made your breath catch.

"Marc," you murmured, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your cheek for just a moment. "I mean it," he said softly, his gaze never leaving yours. "You’re perfect."

You were about to tease him again, anything to keep yourself from melting under his affection, when he suddenly straightened up, his expression shifting slightly.

"I, uh…" He cleared his throat and reached for something on the coffee table. "I actually got you something."

You tilted your head, blinking in surprise. "Marc, I thought we agreed-"

"I know," he interrupted quickly, holding up the small, neatly wrapped box.

His cheeks were slightly flushed now, his earlier confidence replaced with a hint of nervousness. "But I couldn’t help myself. Just… open it, okay? I know what you said. I couldn’t help it. You deserve something special."

Your heart warmed at his words, and you felt your cheeks heat up. "Okay," you said softly, taking the box from his hands.

His fingers lingered for a moment as they brushed yours, and you could see the nervous anticipation in his expression. He was chewing on his bottom lip ever so slightly, his gaze flickering between you and the small gift.

You carefully peeled back the wrapping paper, your fingers trembling slightly, more from the tenderness of the moment than the chill in the room. Inside the paper was a sleek jewelry box. When you opened it, your breath caught.

Resting on a bed of velvet was a delicate gold chain. At the center of the necklace hung a tiny, understated pendant in the shape of the letter 'M.'

The gold was polished to perfection, and the way it reflected the warm glow of the Christmas lights made it seem almost magical.

For a moment, you were speechless. The simplicity of the necklace was breathtaking, but it was the meaning behind it that made your chest ache in the best way.

"Marc…" you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I know it’s small," he said quickly, his words tumbling out as though he was afraid of your reaction.

"But I wanted to give you something that, you know, would remind you of me. Something you could wear all the time." He paused, his cheeks flushing deeper. "I just thought it would look beautiful on you."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming wave of affection you felt in that moment.

"It’s perfect," you whispered, running your fingers gently over the pendant.

"Here, let me help you put it on," Marc said, his voice soft and a little unsure.

You turned slightly, pulling your hair aside to give him access. His fingers trembled as he fastened the clasp, the cool metal brushing against your skin.

His touch was feather light, but it left a warmth behind that lingered long after he’d finished.

When you turned back to face him, his gaze immediately fell to the necklace, his lips curving into a soft smile.

"It looks…" He trailed off, his eyes meeting yours. "It looks beautiful on you."

You reached up, your fingers grazing the pendant as you admired his handiwork. "Thank you, Marc. This means so much to me."

For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other, the air between you thick with unspoken emotions. There was something different about his expression tonight, a vulnerability you didn’t often see.

"I-" He hesitated, his gaze dropping to where your hands rested on your lap. He took a deep breath and reached for your hand, his touch warm and grounding. "There’s something else I need to say."

You tilted your head slightly, your heart speeding up as you waited for him to continue.

"I’ve been thinking about this for a while," he began, his thumb gently brushing against the back of your hand. "And I didn’t want to rush it or say it before I was ready. But tonight… I can’t keep it to myself anymore."

Your pulse quickened as he looked up at you, his dark eyes full of emotion.

"I love you," he said, the words tumbling out with a mix of certainty and vulnerability. "I’ve loved you for a long time, and I just… I needed you to know. You mean everything to me."

The weight of his confession hung in the air, and for a moment, you could do nothing but stare at him, your heart swelling with emotions too big to contain.

"I…" You paused, your throat tightening. "I love you too, Marc."

His eyes widened slightly, and then his face broke into the most beautiful, genuine smile you’d ever seen. He looked almost relieved, as though a weight he’d been carrying had suddenly lifted.

Before you could say anything else, he leaned forward and cupped your face in his hands, his touch as gentle as ever. The kiss that followed was soft, tentative at first, as though he was testing to see if you would pull away.

But when you kissed him back, all hesitation melted away.

The world seemed to fade as his lips moved against yours, tender and full of unspoken promises.

His thumb brushed your cheek, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest, like your heart was wrapping itself around his.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and you could feel his breath fanning against your skin.

"You have no idea how happy you just made me," he murmured, his voice laced with awe.

You smiled, your hand reaching up to touch the pendant again. "This necklace… I’ll never take it off. It’ll remind me every day of how much you mean to me."

Marc laughed softly, his fingers lacing with yours. "Good. That’s exactly what I wanted."

The two of you sat there for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms as the fire crackled and the lights twinkled around you. It felt like time had stopped, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of happiness.

And as the snow began to fall softly outside, you couldn’t help but think that this was the best Christmas gift you’d ever received; not just the necklace, but Marc’s love, his honesty, and the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world who mattered.

For the first time in a long time, everything felt perfect.

Love, what a wonderful thing.

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

Boyfriend Headcanon~Marc Bernal

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・❥・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"

[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.

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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.