warnings: simp!marc, pet names (love, baby, pretty girl, handsome), not proof read, established relationship, fluff, no capitalization, swearing.
summary: marc bought reader sabrina tickets
you sat comfortably in your parents’ living room as you watched your favorite netflix show, brooklyn nine-nine.
just as the episode ended, your boyfriend barged into the living room, his phone in hand. your head snapped to the door as it slammed shut.
“marc—what are you..?” you blinked as he rushed to your side, sitting next you. his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his side.
marc grinned proudly as he held up his phone, showing you two digital tickets to see sabrina carpenter.
“baby.. what is this?” the corners of your lips quirked up into a smile. seeing sabrina carpenter live was probably the highest point on your bucket list.
the bernal boy flashed his boyish smile before speaking, “sabrina carpenter tickets. i got these a couple months ago.. the concert may or may not be tomorrow.”
“WHAT?!” you yelled, shoving him.
marc’s eyes widened at your shove, he was clearly surprised to earn such a harsh response to a thoughtful gift he’d gotten you.
“what was that for..?” his head tilted in confusion.
your smile quickly turned to a frown, “marc.. i dont have time to get an outfit together before tomorrow!”
at your words, his surprise turned to barks laughter. “that’s what you’re mad about, love?”
“well yes, asshole.” your frown deepened.
the boy opposite you smiled softly before setting his phone down. marc’s hands cupped your cheeks as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “okay, pretty girl. you’ll be okay.”
you stood in front of your mirror, staring at your rushed outfit for the concert. there was about an hour before the concert began.
you had done your make up and worn your best pieces of clothing. you looked yourself up and down.
a cherry red skirt with a matching red corset top, paired with black sabrina carpenter boots, as well as a black leather jacket. atop your head rested cherry red heart shaped sunglasses.
gosh, your outfit was stunning, although it was heavily rushed.
marc sat on your bed, he had worn a white wifebeater under a black leather jacke, similar to yours. he wore dark, wash jeans along with black hightop sneakers and a black baseball cap.
you didnt move from your spot in front of the mirror. you didn’t even notice as marc stood up and walked up behind you.
his chest pressed to your back, his arms wrapped around your hips. marc’s face dipped into the crook of your neck.
“you look so perfect, love..” he pressed soft, loving kisses to your neck before moving onto your cheek.
you laughed softly, your arms moving over his, holding him lovingly. “shouldn’t we be leaving in fifteen minutes? ..yknow, so we can get there early?”
“yeah.” marc shrugged, pulling away from your neck before resting his chin atop your head, which caused your heart shaped sunglasses to fall off your head.
you grumbled some words under your breath, “so get off, idiot..”
“a lot can happen in fifteen minutes, pretty girl.” he wiggled his brows.
“yeah? like what?” you giggled.
“and?” you asked, knowing there’d be a catch.
“teach me some of the sabrina carpenter songs before we get in the car..” he gulped.
a soft laugh escaped your lips. “okay, handsome.”
