𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

confirmed - marc bernal

The flashes were blinding before y/n had even stepped out of the car.

“y/n look here!”

“Y/n! Over here!”

“who are you wearing tonight?!”

Her stylist quickly fixed the back of her dress while the car door stayed half open, giving her one last second to breathe.

just a week ago, nobody knew she was dating marc bernal.

well…they suspected it.

fans had made edits from blurry dinners in barcelona, matching necklaces, and one very questionable tiktok video where marc’s voice was heard in the background asking if she wanted fries. But nothing was confirmed until three days ago, when y/n sat down for an interview and smiled at the question instead of dodging it.

“So… are you and marc bernal together?”

And with one tiny laugh, she had answered, “Yeah. We are.”

the internet basically exploded after that, now every camera at the premiere suddenly cared less about the movie and more about who she was dating.

“Ready?” her publicist asked.

Y/n nodded.

The second she stepped out, the screams doubled.

Her dress shimmered under the lights, dark hair falling over one shoulder as she smiled and waved naturally, trying not to look overwhelmed. The carpet stretched endlessly in front of her, lined with photographers and interviewers.

somewhere online, she already knew barça fans were losing their minds.

a reporter rushed forward first.

“y/n you look stunning tonight!”

“thank you!” she laughed.

“How does it feel becoming everyone's favorite couple overnight?”

She lets out a laugh, “That's insane!”

The interviewer laughed with her before asking the question everyone wanted.

“So… did marc help pick the outfit tonight?”

A smile immediately betrayed her.

“He actually did” she admitted. “He said if I wore black he’d survive seeing the photos.”

The interviewer grinned. “So he gets jealous?”

“No” she said quickly laughing again.

“Well, maybe a little.”

clips of that answer would definitely end up viral within the hour.

as she continued down the carpet posing for pictures, her phone buzzed in the tiny clutch in her hand.

One message.

marc 🤍

You’re insane.

y/n bit back a smile.

A few minutes later, while speaking to another reporter, she noticed people behind the barricades suddenly screaming louder than before.

not normal screaming.

football fans screaming.

y/n turned slightly to see what was happening and there he was.

marc stood near the entrance in an all black suit, one hand awkwardly in his pocket like he already regretted coming.

The second he noticed every camera turning toward him, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

y/n immediately started laughing.

The interviewer looked between them. “Wait, did he surprise you?”

“Yes!” she said. “He told me he was staying home!”

Marc finally walked over, slightly embarrassed by the attention.

“You lied!” y/n accused quietly once he reached her.

“You said the carpet started too early,” he defended.

“You hate carpets.”

“I hate being away from you more.”

The interviewer nearly combusted on the spot.

“Oh my god.”

y/n covered her face laughing while marc looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole after realizing he’d said that out loud.

within minutes, photos of them together flooded the internet.

her hand wrapped around his arm.

marc looking at her instead of the cameras.

The way she fixed his tie while smiling.

And the clip of him mumbling “you look pretty” when he thought the microphones couldn’t hear him.

yeah.

twitter was never recovering from this one.

authors note!
i just realized how tall marc is I thought he was as tall as pedri 😭

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