#marc bernal fanfic

[n0vazsq]

hii, could you please do Marc Bernal bf!headcanons? Thank you :)

Marc Bernal Boyfriend Headcanons

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

warnings . . . none!

alexavia yaps . . . hii! yes ofc!!!! probably my fav headcanons i ever did?? i did like 5 but who cares anyway idk if they were good or nah but yeah! tysm for requesting <3

bf!marc . . . ALWAYS has his arm around your waist when you go outside or when you two are in public

bf!marc . . . who's social media consists mainly of you and the little stuff you do together

bf!marc . . . who takes photos of you or you two on your polaroid camera and hangs them up in the fridge or keeps saves them somewhere safe

bf!marc . . . who always hugs you from behind randomly

bf!marc . . . who has his hand in yours at all times

bf!marc . . . who compliments you at the most unexpected times

"you look so beautiful, mi cielo" "how can you be so pretty?" "there isnt a better girl than you on this entire earth" "i love you more than love itself, got that, mi vida?"

bf!marc . . . who makes fun of your height difference, whether it was a few centimeters or an entire foot

bf!marc . . . who always leaves kisses on your face to wake you up

bf!marc . . . who drags you along to the pitch after a match win so he can kiss you in front of the crowd and celebrate with you

bf!marc . . . who buys you boquets of flowers every five days so the previous ones don't wilt

"i got you another one, i saw the last ones we're drooping a bit" "these flowers reminded me of you, hermosa, so i got you a bunch of them"

bf!marc . . . who LOVES to call you spanish nicknames, like mi vida, mi cielo, hermosa, mi amor

bf!marc . . . who would ask his mom for advice when he doesn't know what to get you

bf!marc . . . who plans date nights for you two when he knows you're stressed from work or school

bf!marc . . . who would ask to help you everytime you looked the tiniest bit tired

bf!marc . . . who would run his hands through your hair to put you to sleep

bf!marc . . . who makes you run your hands through his hair because it helps him relax and makes him feel safe

bf!marc . . . who would kiss you until you both ran out of breath, only to start kissing you again once you got a huff of air

bf!marc . . . always sends you little texts throughout the day, either to check on you or to tell you that he loves you

bf!marc . . . who has to kiss you at least once a day or he gets into a bad mood and takes it out into everyone (expect you ofc)

bf!marc . . . who would silently cry when watching sad movies with you, not wanting you to hear him get emotional after claiming that he was 'tough and didn't cry over fake stories'

"i'm not crying, amor! these tears are just from dry air" "you're crying! not me!" "why did you have to pick such a depressing movie, mi cielo? and how aren't you crying?"

bf!marc . . . who has a picture of you in his wallet, phonecase, and car

bf!marc . . . who has you saved as his lockscreen and wallpaper, changing it only to put a more recent picture of you

bf!marc . . . who buys you the stuff you eye for too long in the shops but walk out without

"you were staring at this for too long so i bought it for you"

bf!marc . . . who would carry you on his back when you got tired from walking or felt sleepy while out in public

bf!marc . . . who would quietly learn your habits and your love language, eventually shifting around his personality and routine to match them

bf!marc . . . who would randomly get you gifts because they reminded him of you

bf!marc . . . who REFUSES to let you pay no matter what, only letting you when you give him pleading eyes

bf!marc . . . who has memorised every single inch, curve and part of your body

bf!marc . . . who HAS to remind you that he loves you no matter what you two were doing

"did i tell you that i loved you very much today?" "i love you" "morning, mi cielo. i love you so much"

bf!marc . . . who would cave in and do all the tiktok trends you wanted to do with him

bf!marc . . . who would learn how to do hair and how to braid it so he can style your hair into pretty hairstyles

bf!marc . . . who would have a lovesick look on his eyes no matter you were wearing or doing

"i don't care that you're wearing pyjamas and have no makeup on, you look more gorgeous than those famous supermodels"

bf!marc . . . who, despite all the teasing and jokes, will always kiss you and hug you in front of his teammates just to show you off

bf!marc . . . who always make sure that you feeling comfortable telling him stuff before he makes you talk

bf!marc . . . who tells you EVERYTHING that happens with his team or life

bf!marc . . . who loves you so much that he feels it's impossible to describe it

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[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

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・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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[xndrexcruz]

I beg pls make more Marc Bernal fanfics 🛐

Starting to Slowly See You

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

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

✮- warnings: slow burn and kinda oblivious reader

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

✮- chapter’s: {current!} next ⤏

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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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DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[ikram1909]

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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

[n0vazsq]

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.

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

Yours To Keep~Marc Bernal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[httpsdana]

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"

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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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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.

[n0vazsq]

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

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. . . 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.

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Amor | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

summary . . . Marc surprises you with a tattoo of your initials for your two year anniversary

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

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . ok thats it i need marc in my life right now right here

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

. . . It was a typical day; quiet, simple, and peaceful, until Marc had a little surprise up his sleeve. Literally.

You had no idea what he was planning for your two year anniversary, but when he picked you up in his car that afternoon, there was something about the way he was acting that made you suspicious.

He was unusually quiet, glancing at you with that soft, knowing smile of his, like he was holding onto a secret.

You couldn’t figure out what was going on, but you’d learned that when Marc had something up his sleeve, it was always worth the wait.

"Where are we going?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you pulled your seatbelt tight.

Marc just smirked, one hand briefly brushing against yours as he drove. "Patience, amor. You’ll see soon enough."

Your curiosity only grew the closer you got to the destination. You’d been to the area before, but never to this particular street, which had several small shops.

Marc turned into a parking lot, then quickly hopped out of the car, running around to open the door for you.

You glanced up at him, confused. "Marc, what’s going on?"

"Just trust me," he said, his smile only growing wider. "It’s a surprise. And I promise you’re going to love it."

With that, he led you inside a small tattoo studio that you hadn’t noticed before, its dark, cozy interior decorated with sketches and pictures of tattoos.

The air smelled like ink and something comforting, and you felt a small flutter of nerves in your stomach.

"Marc?" you questioned, looking up at him with confusion. "What’s happening?"

Marc laughed, a troublesome glint in his eyes as he walked over to the front desk. "You’ll see. Just relax, okay?"

Your heart skipped a beat as the realization hit you. "You’re getting a tattoo?"

His grin was all teeth as he shrugged, but then his expression softened, and he took your hand in his, leading you toward a seat near the back.

"I’m getting something for you, amor," he said quietly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your wrist.

You blinked, completely surprised. "For me? What do you mean?"

Marc’s eyes sparkled with affection. "For our two year anniversary," he murmured, kneeling down beside you as he motioned for you to sit.

He pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to you, revealing a design that took your breath away.

It was simple yet deeply meaningful; a small, elegant tattoo of your initials in Marc's handwriting that seemed to be written with so much love. There, at the bottom, were two small hearts.

Your heart skipped when you realized what it was.

"This is… for me?" you whispered, your fingers grazing over the design in awe.

Marc nodded, his gaze intense as he looked at you with soft, almost nervous eyes. "Yeah. I wanted to do something meaningful. Something that showed how much you mean to me."

You were speechless for a moment, the enormity of his gesture washing over you. "Marc… I don’t even know what to say."

He laughed softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know, in my own way, how much I love you. And how much these two years have meant to me."

Before you could speak, a tattoo artist walked over, greeting Marc with a warm smile. He briefly explained what was going to happen, setting up the equipment.

Marc glanced back at you one last time before taking a seat on the chair, rolling up his sleeve and getting ready for the tattoo to begin.

You watched him carefully, your emotions swirling. There was a nervousness in his eyes, but also a quiet confidence that he was doing something important.

For you. And for the love you two shared. He reached out, taking your hand in his with a gentle squeeze as the needle buzzed to life.

"It’s okay, amor," Marc murmured, his voice steady as you sat beside him. "You’re here with me, right?"

"Of course," you whispered, your heart swelling with affection for him.

As the tattoo began to take shape on his skin, you stayed close, sitting beside him, never once letting go of his hand.

The room was filled with the sound of the needle as the artist worked, but it was Marc’s soft, steady breathing and the way he kept glancing over at you with that same loving gaze that made your heart race.

Once it was done, Marc stood up, revealing the tattoo that now sat proudly on his skin. The sight of your initials, forever etched into his arm, made you feel a rush of emotions.

Love, admiration, gratitude.

Marc smiled down at you, his expression vulnerable and soft. "I wanted to carry you with me always," he said, his voice gentle. "To remind me of the best two years of my life."

Tears stung your eyes, and you could hardly hold back the overwhelming emotions that bubbled up. "Marc… this is… this is the most incredible thing anyone’s ever done for me."

He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there. "I’m glad you love it, mi cielo. I’ll carry you with me, always."

You pulled him into a tight embrace, your heart full to bursting with love and gratitude. "I love you so much, Marc. I really do."

"And I love you more than anything," he whispered, holding you close as you both stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms.

He kissed the top of your head gently before pulling back just enough to look at you. "Happy anniversary, mi amor. Here’s to many more years of love, memories, and tattoos that remind us of how much we mean to each other."

You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face as you looked at him, at the tattoo that symbolized the two of you, your love, your bond, your forever.

"Happy anniversary, Marc," you said, your voice thick with emotion as you kissed him softly on the lips. "I’ll love you for all of time."

And in that moment, with your initials on his arm and your heart completely and utterly his, you knew you were both ready to spend the rest of your lives together.

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First impression | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

summary . . . Your parents finally get to meet your boyfriend, and you couldn't be more nervous

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

word count . . . 1.4k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . THIS IS SOO CUTE OMGG

. . . You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been so nervous. The feeling had crawled up your spine like a little creature, settling deep into your stomach, gnawing at your insides as you paced around the living room.

Your boyfriend, Marc, was meeting your family today. Your parents, to be specific. And it wasn’t just a casual meeting; it was the meeting. The one where they would decide if he was worthy of their daughter.

Marc, despite being confident and charming with just about everyone, was as nervous as you.

He tried to play it cool when he picked you up that morning, making jokes to keep the mood light, but you could see the tightness in his shoulders, the way his fingers fidgeted with the car keys as he drove.

Now, standing at the doorstep of your parents' house, you could practically feel his nerves radiating off him like heat from the pavement. You squeezed his hand, offering a small smile of reassurance as you rang the doorbell.

He gave you a quick, almost frantic glance. "What if they don’t like me?"

"They’ll love you," you promised, even though you were trying to convince yourself just as much as you were convincing him. "Just be yourself, Marc."

The door swung open, and there was your mother, smiling brightly but with that discriminating, almost interrogative look in her eyes.

You could tell that, despite her outward cheer, she was sizing him up. Behind her, your father stood, arms crossed, giving Marc a look that was nothing short of intense.

"Marc, this is my mom and dad," you said, motioning to each of them. "Mom, Dad, this is Marc."

Your mom’s smile grew a little wider as she took his hand. "Nice to meet you, Marc! I’ve heard so much about you."

Your dad gave a curt nod. "Pleasure."

The tension in the air felt suffocating. You could see Marc’s hand twitch slightly as he shook your father’s hand, his attempt at a firm handshake coming across a little too stiff.

Your mom's eyes glinted, her curiosity piqued by the foreignness of Marc, his deep Spanish accent and the fact that, well… she didn’t know much about him.

Your dad, on the other hand, was as tight lipped as ever. It wasn’t that he was unkind, but he was protective.

You knew that well. Your parents didn’t just let anyone into your life, especially not someone they didn’t know. It was something you understood, but it didn’t make today any easier.

As you led Marc into the living room, you noticed the way your dad’s eyes followed him, observing every little movement he made. Your mother, on the other hand, was already asking questions, making polite small talk to try and get a read on him.

"So, Marc," she began, her voice light but curious, "how did you two meet?"

Marc flashed his famous smile, the one that always made you swoon. "We met through friends. Actually, I think I was a bit of a mess at first," he laughed, scratching the back of his head nervously. "But we hit it off right away."

You rolled your eyes fondly, nudging his side. "You were a lot of a mess."

"Hey, I cleaned up pretty well." He grinned at you, then turned his attention back to your mother. "I guess it was fate. We just… clicked."

Your mom nodded, her expression softening as she took in the genuine way Marc spoke about you. "That’s lovely," she said, before her eyes flicked over to your father.

There was a brief, silent exchange between them, one that you could almost read but had never been able to fully decode.

Your father cleared his throat, shifting in his chair. "And where are you from, Marc?"

"Spain," he answered confidently, even though you could see the tension in his shoulders. "I grew up there, but I’ve been living in the UK for a few years now, because of training."

Your dad’s gaze sharpened slightly, as if considering Marc’s background more seriously. "How long have you two been together?" he asked, his tone measured but direct.

"About six months," Marc said, his voice steady despite the storm of thoughts in his head. "And it’s been… amazing, to be honest. I’m really happy."

You saw your father’s eyebrows twitch, a flicker of something you couldn’t quite read crossing his features.

It was clear that he didn’t fully trust Marc yet, and why would he? He didn’t know him, and you were his daughter. Your father didn’t just trust anyone with you.

He had a good radar for these things, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he started digging deeper.

The conversation shifted to more neutral topics; your mom asking about Marc’s hobbies, his career, his interests.

Every now and then, your father would throw in a subtle question, trying to dig deeper, to see if Marc’s story lined up with the picture in his mind.

Marc answered each question with calm honesty, even when he felt like he was being interrogated. It wasn’t lost on him that your father wasn’t easily convinced.

Marc’s patience was starting to run thin, but he didn’t want to make a bad impression. You could tell how much this mattered to him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of polite questions, your mom stood up and offered to bring the dinner to the table.

Your dad stood as well, patting Marc on the shoulder in a way that felt almost like an inspection. It was clear he wasn’t fully sold on Marc yet, but maybe he was warming up, just a little.

Over dinner, things finally started to feel a little more relaxed. Marc was trying his best to impress, making small jokes and offering to help with anything he could, but it wasn’t until he started talking about his family that you saw the change in the room.

"My parents are everything to me," Marc said, his voice softer now, a far cry from his usual bravado. "They’ve always been incredibly supportive, even when I wanted to do things that weren’t the easiest paths to take. They’re the reason I’m here today."

Your father’s eyes softened just the tiniest bit as he looked at Marc. There was a brief pause before he spoke. "What do they think of you being with my daughter?"

Marc hesitated for a moment, then smiled, a little more relaxed than before. "They love her already," he said quietly. "And they know I’d do anything for her."

Your mom's lips curved into a smile as she exchanged a look with your dad. It was small, almost invisible, but you could feel the shift.

They were seeing him for who he really was, someone who cared about you, someone who was willing to open up and be vulnerable. They had seen the way he treated you, the way he spoke about you, the way he was determined to make a good impression despite his nerves.

Dinner continued, and the conversation shifted into more lighthearted topics. Your dad even shared a few old stories about your childhood, laughing as Marc chimed in with his own anecdotes from his family.

For the first time that evening, you saw your father genuinely relax. He was still reserved, but the suspicion that had initially been there seemed to have melted away.

As the evening came to a close, your parents stood up to say their goodbyes. Your mom gave Marc a warm hug, her smile genuine now. "It was lovely meeting you, Marc. I can see why my daughter cares so much about you."

Your dad shook Marc’s hand one last time, his grip firm but not quite as stiff as before. "Take care of her, Marc. You’ve got a good thing here."

Marc nodded, his eyes bright with relief and a little happiness. "I will. I promise."

As you walked out the door with him, hand in hand, Marc squeezed your fingers, looking at you with a goofy grin plastered on his face. "I think I made it, huh?"

You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, you did. You’ve passed the dad test."

Marc laughed too, his voice low and full of affection. "Good. That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done."

You couldn’t help but smile up at him, feeling the weight of the night lift from both your shoulders. Marc had won over your parents, and you had the feeling that this was just the beginning of something even bigger.

"I’m proud of you," you whispered, squeezing his hand tighter.

Marc grinned, his eyes shining with love. "I’d do anything for you, you know that?"

"I know," you said softly. And in that moment, you were sure your parents did, too.

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Mi cielo | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

summary . . . When you're feeling down, Marc doesn't even think twice about comforting you

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

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . badly translated spanish!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . i am a SUCKERRR for when someone calls their S/O nicknames in other languages so i filled this with the brim with spanish bc why not <3

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

. . . Marc walked through the door to your shared apartment, kicking his shoes off haphazardly and glancing around. The usual hum of your music or the faint sounds of you talking on the phone were missing, replaced by an almost eerie silence.

That was enough to make his chest tighten.

"Hermosa?" he called softly, walking further in. He found you curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, your face half hidden. At the sound of his voice, you peeked up, and he immediately noticed your red, puffy eyes.

He was at your side in an instant, crouching down so he could meet your gaze. "Hey, what’s wrong?" His voice was low, gentle, like he was trying not to startle you.

You shook your head, blinking back fresh tears. "It’s nothing. I’m just…. it’s been a rough day."

Marc didn’t press further, he never did when you weren’t ready to talk. Instead, he reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

He sighed softly, his hand lingering on your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin with a tenderness that made your chest ache. "Come here," he murmured, his voice a comforting presence to your state.

Before you could protest, Marc gently pulled you up into his arms and onto his lap, wrapping you in his embrace. His arms felt like a shield, strong and unwavering, and you melted into him, burying your face in his chest.

He rested his chin on top of your head, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your back. "I don’t need to know everything right now," he whispered. "But you don’t have to go through it alone, okay? Whatever it is, I’m here."

His words broke something in you, and the tears you had been trying to hold back spilled over. Your shoulders shook as you let it all out, and Marc just held you tighter, rocking you gently as if to say, I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.

"It’s just…" you began, your voice muffled against his chest. "Everything feels like it’s falling apart, and I don’t even know how to fix it."

Marc hummed thoughtfully, his fingers now threading gently through your hair. "Sometimes it feels like that, like the whole world is too much. But you’re stronger than you think, carino. You’ve got me, and we’ll get through it together."

You looked up at him, his warm brown eyes filled with concern and unwavering love. His words were simple, but the sincerity in his voice made your heart ache in the best way. "You always know what to say," you muttered, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite everything.

Marc leaned down, pressing a feather light kiss to your forehead. "It’s because I know you," he replied, his voice playful but soft. "And I know that sometimes, all you need is someone to hold you."

He shifted slightly, reaching for the blanket you had discarded earlier and wrapping it around both of you. "There," he said, adjusting so you were tightly wrapped in his arms. "Now we can just stay like this. No talking, no worrying. Just us."

The weight on your chest lifted a little as you snuggled deeper into him. His steady heartbeat in your ear was like a metronome, grounding you and easing your thoughts.

As the minutes passed, Marc started to hum softly, his voice low and soothing. It wasn’t any song in particular, just a melody that filled the space between you. The sound wrapped around you like a cocoon, lulling you into a sense of peace you hadn’t felt all day.

"I don’t know what I did to deserve you," you murmured after a while, your voice barely audible.

Marc laughed softly, the vibrations rumbling against your cheek. "If anything, I’m the lucky one. But let’s call it even, yeah?"

You smiled, finally feeling the tension in your body start to melt away. "Yeah, let’s call it even."

For the rest of the evening, the two of you stayed like that, tangled up together on the couch. Marc made sure you felt safe, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, the world outside didn’t feel so heavy anymore.

Marc cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away the last traces of your tears. His eyes, warm and filled with affection, locked onto yours.

"Mi cielo," he murmured, his voice soft but full of conviction. "You are everything to me. Nunca olvides eso, ¿sí? You’re my light, my peace, my corazon." (Never forget that, okay?)

Your breath hitched at his words, the tenderness in his tone wrapping around you like a warm blanket. He leaned in slowly, giving you the chance to pull away if you wanted to.

But you didn’t. Instead, you closed the distance, your lips meeting his in a kiss that felt like the culmination of all the love and reassurance he’d been pouring into you.

Marc kissed you softly, as if trying to communicate everything he felt for you in that single moment. His hands slid from your cheeks to the small of your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

When he pulled back slightly, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

"Eres mi vida, mi amor," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I’d do anything to make you happy, to keep you safe. Don’t ever doubt how much I love you." (You are my life, my love)

You blinked up at him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze. "I love you too, Marc," you managed to say, your voice thick with emotion. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

He smiled softly, his lips brushing against your forehead in a lingering kiss. “You’ll never have to find out, preciosa. I’m not going anywhere.”

He tilted your chin up with a gentle touch, his dark eyes searching yours. "Now," he said, his voice playful again but still laced with affection, "can I kiss you again, or do I have to ask permission every time?"

You laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep in your chest. "You don’t have to ask, tonto."

Marc grinned, the warmth in his eyes making an appearance as he leaned in again, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was equally passionate and full of reassurance.

His hands roamed your back in soothing circles as he whispered against your lips, "Te adoro, mi cielo. Más de lo que las palabras pueden decir." (I adore you, my darling. More than words can say.)

When you finally pulled away, your cheeks were flushed, and your heart felt lighter than it had all day.

Marc smiled at you, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he whispered one last time, "Siempre estoy aquí para ti, mi amor. Siempre." (I'm always here for you, my love. Always)

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Playing with fire | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

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

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

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . badly translated spanish!

faceclaim . . . N/A

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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