#this is a joke based on a wider inside joke between me and my gf but I'm sure this part is easy to get

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The Sleepy Video Game Nerd

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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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