#guiu

h. fort | girl with the tattoo

thank you sm for requesting, i love this request! i only know very few things from friends abt tattoos so i hope i got everything right.

“hi baby how was training?” you ask hector as he slumps down the couch next to you, immediately snuggling up on you.

“it was fine. i would’ve rather stayed with you though.” he admits, laying his head on top of your lap.

you move your hands to his curls playing with them. you absolutely loved playing with his hair, since it was always perfectly curled and done. “don’t let xavi hear that.” you chuckle.

he starts grinning a little too suspicious.

“oh god, what have you done again you idiot.” with that look he must’ve done something, you thought. he smirks. “what do you mean?”

“do not play with me right now, hector. tell me!” you roll your eyes at his annoyingness.

“you know i love when you’re demanding, ma.” he winks liking his lips. you stand up not being able to deal with him right now. he knows exactly how impatient you are. he just loves pushing your buttons.

he won’t tell you. fine! he takes ahold of your wrist, immediately pulling you back.

“okay, okay i’ll tell you.” you sigh sitting back down. he smiles. “hector i swear-.”

“chill, i’m sure you’re gonna like it.” he interrupts you quickly. you furrow at him. what the hell could he mean? “okay so i got an appointment at the tattoo studio.”

“nice. what are you gonna get?” he smirks. “you mean what are we gonna get.”

“what?!” you’ve always wanted to get a tattoo but because of your school schedule you never got to doing it . you honestly also kept forgetting tbh but obviously hector didn’t.

“well i wanted to get your eyes tatted because you know how much i love them, but then i thought ‘oh y/n always wanted to get a tattoo’ so i thought why not just take you with me and we’ll get a matching one.” this boy is something else.

you grin so hard, it hurts. hector has always been affectionate moments like these remind you how much he truly is your soulmate. you jump on top of him shooting him with kisses. “i literally love you, you know that right.” he nods, laughing. “i love you too.”

“when is the appointment?” you ask. “7pm.” he shrugs. “are you serious! i don’t even know what we’re gonna get!!” you sigh, shaking your head at how your boyfriend can be so slow at times.

“we’ll get angel numbers of course. you’re a big astro girl.” hector says, referring to the time you first met him. (your first question being what his star sign is.) “wait, that’s actually a good idea.” he smiles smugly. “i know.”

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“is it gonna hurt?” you ask hector as you enter the studio. “you don’t want me to be honest, ma.” you sigh. hector takes your hand. “i’ll go first if you want.” he says. you nod. you never had a big fear of needles. you yourself having a belly button piercing but a tattoo is different the pain is there for a while whereas when you get pierced it’s more like a poke.

you get in walking to the woman behind the counter.

“hi, we got an appointment for 7pm.” i smile at her. “of course. come with me.” she smiles back, bringing the both of you to the guy that does hector’s tattoos.

a bigger man with a beard greets us which you assume is the tattoo artist. he doesn’t quiet look scary though rather like a big teddy bear with lots of tattoos.

“the girl who’s eyes you’re getting tatted on?” he grins at hector. “yeah.” he smiles turning to look at you. hector isn’t very social with people he isn’t extremely close with, so he tries to keep his conversation as short as possible. you think it’s quiet ironic since you never seem to shut up, no matter who you’re talking to. they say opposites attract though!

he pulls out a picture handing it to him. the man nods, giving you a quick smile then takes his stuff out.

you follow hector as he sits down on a chair, extending his arm. he shows the guy where he wants it and how big it should be. the man doesn’t waste time and directly goes on tattooing him.

you sit beside him, squeezing his other hand, you being more scared of the pain he must be going through than hector himself is.

“you’re fine.” you stroke his hand, looking at him seriously concerned. “stop it you’re gonna make me laugh.” he mumbles. he’s so unserious.

it must not bother him much since he grimaces and curses on a few spots but keeps cool most of the time.

after him also getting the angel number tatto that is supposed to match with you, it’s finally your turn.

you’re pretty sure you’re gonna piss your pants as you wait in the room alone with hector because you’re so nervous. you don’t know how you’re gonna live to see see the next day after this. “you’ll be fine. it’s bad at first but you’ll get used to it. also i’m here for you, ma.” he tries cheering you up. “fucking hell.” you mutter. you’re probably going to experience the worst pain in your life here.

“are you ready?” the guy asks. with nodding your head, you go to sit on the same place hector sat when he got the tattoo.

you grip hector’s hand tightly, breaking it almost.

hector kisses the side of your face, whispering sweet words in your ear, trying to distract you from the needle that currently goes in and out of you.

“fuck.” you mutter through gritted teeth. “you’re doing so good, baby.” hector whispers. you bite your lip so hard you start tasting blood. “you wanna take a break?” the tattooer you now know as chris says. you shake your head, wanting it to end as soon as possible.

hector hates to see you like this: in pain. he hopes for it to end as soon as possible, the only thing he’s been wanting to do while you got tattooed being showering you with loving kisses, but he didn’t for the sake of chris since he’s sure he wouldn’t want to see a whole teen kissing session.

“it hurts so bad, hector.” you cry out. he moves stands of hair out of your face then cupping your face gently. “i know, baby but you got this.” he nods. the thing is you weren’t even being dramatic for once. this had the be the most hurting feeling you’ve ever experienced.

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 ⁻ marc guiu

warnings: christmas (if you dont celebrate

genre: fluff

pairing: marc guiu x gf!reader

a/n: I know it’s not christmas but whatever also not proof read cause I’m too tired

summary: your first christmas with marc in london and you have a friendly gingerbread house competition

Its christmas eve and you and marc were currently sat down on the sofa in your apartment in london with your feet resting comfortably under a blanket on his lap.

with it being both of your first christmas spent in london and you haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together you were both taking advantage of the time he had off due to the holiday season.

scrolling through social media on your phone you were slowly getting even more bored marc let out a sudden gasp “we forgot to do the annual gingerbread competition” he ran to your shared kitchen, leaving your feet with no resting place on the sofa.

his family had a christmas tradition to have a competition decorating gingerbread houses. but it seemed to have slipped marcs mind as he wasn’t celebrating christmas with his family for the first time and he was overwhelmed with football.

“y/n! do you plan on coming any time soon?” he called out your name from the kitchen as you heard the commotion of him trying to find the gingerbread houses that you had bought a few weeks before while buying decorations.

you sighed throwing your blanket off of your lower body and slowly making your way to the kitchen “it’s in the shelf to the right”

he opened the shelf and finally found the gingerbread houses “and the icing?” he asked as he slid the boxes onto the counter “in the box” you said “ladies and gentlemen welcome to the annual christmas gingerbread house decorating competition” he jokes “london edition” you added

he started measuring the amount of icing in each piping bag with his eyes and humming in slight frustration but eventually hands you a bag filled with slightly less icing in it “here this one has less” he smiles and you roll your eyes

you grabbed a knife to open the boxes that were secured with tape before he started complaining and took the knife out of your hand gently “no, no, no. if you cut your finger on christmas eve, I will never forgive you” you smile “marc, it was a butter knife” you say, he responds by shaking his head

as you scroll through your phone mindlessly he groans “mine has cracks” you start laughing and he turns back at you offended “it’s not funny”

“yes it is! but it’s fine, we can switch” you tell him after catching your breath as you rub his shoulder in a soothing manner “thanks” he smiles. it was like his entire mood changed and he didn’t care anymore.

“okay ready?” he questions and you nod as he starts the timer “1 2 3 start!” you could’ve sworn he was cheating because he was already putting the icing on the house before he finished counting but ignored it and started working on your house

you started by drawing little details with the white icing before reaching for the baby blue colored icing not knowing marc was also reaching for it, he placed his other hand on yours and peeled it off of the piping bag “jeez, calm down. it’s all yours” you put your hands up in surrender

he is a bit competitive

after that little situation you reached to grasp the baby pink icing just as marc went to grab it, again “marc, is this a joke? you can’t possibly need both at the same time”

“don’t worry it’s a joke. take it” he laughs as he pulls his hand away and continues decorating. you set little pearl candys around the top of the roof and work on more little details.

•

the timer beeps a while after and you raise your hands but marc keeps decorating, you slap his arm lightly “the timer went off don’t cheat!”

he lifted his hands up and admired his gingerbread house, finally he looked at yours “it’s nice but not as good as mine” he shrugs “mine is so much better” you insist defending yourself “you’re my girlfriend I don’t wanna be mean but you could’ve done better” he joked and you hit his arm once again “I’m just joking” he says pulling you into a hug and placing a kiss on your forehead “your gingerbread house does look good”

“who’s gonna declare the winner?” you ask looking up at his face “I’ll call my mom” he reaches for your phone and puts in your passcode before calling his mom on facetime “hi mi amor!” she greets enthusiastically but once she realizes it was marc that called from your phone she’s not as enthusiastic “oh it’s you”

“mom!” he says extremely offended “I’m sorry but you already called me today I want to talk to y/n! but what do you need? is everything alright?”

“yeah we’re alright-“ you say as you were about to ask her to choose the winner before marc cuts you off “my heart isn’t alright” marc complains dramatically

“ignore him” you advise his mom “wow i see how it is” your boyfriend says in the background “anyways, we need you to tell us who wins the gingerbread competition” she instantly starts smiling again “oh you guys are keeping up the tradition!”

you flip the camera to show her your gingerbread houses and she slips her glasses up her nose and hums in concentration for a while before she makes her decision “you both did good I can’t lie. so unfortunately there is no winner” she says. marc groans “you’re biased” he tells her as he rests his head on your shoulder and you hold the phone up.

“okay thank you! we’ll talk later. merry christmas!” you hang up “yeah i won she just didn’t want to hurt your feelings” you tell him as you start cleaning up your mess “you guys are both so mean to me”

you turn on a christmas rom-com and cuddle up into his side on the sofa until sleep takes over your control of keeping your eyes open and you drift off.

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I can write player x player, player x fem/male reader, or whatever you want; be specific with your request, and if it is a song, leave the meaning to make it easier for me.

It's not the same without you

You met Marc on a vacation where he was with his family, he was the first person who caught your attention from taking the step to get to know youAnd that's how your friendship began, you attending his matches, going out with friends, hanging out with each other Everything was perfect, but at the same time your feelings for him grew and you decided to tell him the truth after the match in which he officially became the youngest goalscorer from the team

After one of his interviews you nervously went to him to tell how you feel about him and your relationship

Y/n"Marc... I have something to tell you... "

Marc:"Are you okay yn since the match ended you seem stressed, is everything okay? "

Y/n:"No... I mean yes... I have to tell you something."

Marc:" Sure what it is"

Y/n:"It's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time...I have feelings for you..."

Marc:"Yn do you mean it? Because if that's the case, the feelings aren't mutual, I'm sorry... "

Pov yn

I felt so embarrassed, I couldn't say another word, the only boy I loved doesn't have feelings for me, maybe I shouldn't have told the truth

M/m(marc mom):"Honey, you're okay you look a little pale"

Y/n:"I don't feel so well, I'm going home."

M/d(marc dad):"You can stay with us if you want and we'll leave when Marc finishes the interview."

Y/n:"It's okay I'll go home, and also I need to see a friend, have a nice evening"

M/n:"You know better, have a nice evening too dear"

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Marc pov

It's been a week since I saw or talked to yn, after our last conversation she didn't answer my phone everything is different without her, she was here for me when we lost a game, comforting me saying that everything will be okay and like next time we will win

Ferran"Hey buddy, are you okay? "

Marc:"No, I'm not I ruined everything, yn admitted her feelings for me and I refused her, at first I didn't realize how important it was to me and now I've lost her"

Ferran:"Well, then hurry up, because yn is leaving Barcelona."

Marc:"What,When?"

Ferran:"Tomorrow, she said the only reason that was sitting here was you"

Marc pov

When ferran told me she was leaving I didn't think about it anymore and ran to her house, I couldn't let her go not now that I realized my feelings for her

Yn pov

While talking to my mother there was a knock on the door when I opened the door I saw Marc looked tired and scared at the same time

Y/n:"Marc what are you doing here?"

Marc:"Before you say anything, I want you to know that I'm sorry that I refused you then, it's just that this week I realized my feelings for you, so I want to tell you something...

Marc:I love you yn, and I really want to have a relationship with you I hope you can forgive me"

Y/n:" I love you too and I forgive you"

Marc:"So you don't leave anymore?"

Y/n:"No, I'm not going to leave anymore so help me unpack those things"

Marc:"With all pleasure, but you promise me that you will come to the next match."

Y/n:"I promise you, now help me."

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❀ he‘s crazy about you.

❀ his friends like to tease him about how obsessed he is with you but he doesn’t care. how could he not? in his eyes you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on. outside and inside.

❀ he doesn’t want to spend his time with anyone that isn’t you.

❀ “marc! we’re gonna go out to eat with the team. you know, to celebrate tonight’s win.”

❀ “i’m okay, my girl is waiting for me.” he would say.

❀ you on the other hand like to also go out with your friends, since you never want to be that person, that does nothing with her friends anymore just because she’s dating someone.

❀ marc understands and waits in your bed for you, or calls hector out, since he’s always pissed marc completely neglects him when you’re around him.

❀ he just can’t help it. he’s head over heels for you. you got him charmed.

❀ you always send thirsty edits of him to him on tiktok.

❀ “fuck i look good.” he would say.

❀ but oh, can he be a part of the sassy man apocalypse. hitting you with comebacks you wouldn’t have even thought about. not even just that he would hit you with smart ass remarks. he was good with them. leaving you speechless sometimes.

❀ one thing about marc is he will spoil you. no matter how many times you tell him not to. that you do not need that prada bag on your pinterest board. it seems to be going in one ear and out of the other because he has almost bought you your whole pinterest wishlist.

❀ one of his most expensive gifts would be the catier bracelet that has his name engraved on it. you wear it every day to show everyone off but also feel close to him no matter where he is.

❀ you were so mad at him for buying it at first because of the price and how you don’t need all of that. that he’s enough. but he says he “wanted to” and shushes you.

❀ you’re his passenger princess.

❀ you have all of your lip products in his car. it almost looks like it’s your car.

❀ he always lets you put on your playlist since you think his music taste is shit.

❀ you influenced him though, because now he knows almost every song of your favourite artists and also listens to them while practice.

❀ he gets you your favourite flowers on every date you guys have. you could say it’s his love language to surprise you with flowers. even if the both of you just lay in your bed and watch a movie.

❀ when he’s coming to your house, he not only brings you flowers but also your mom and sweets for your siblings.

❀ another one of his love languages is physical touch. from only holding your waist in room full of people to kissing up your thighs as he goes down on you.

❀ he loves giving you head and tasting you. you think it gives him some sort of ego boost to please you.

❀ he also thinks it’s so hot when you wear his barca jersey while riding him. when you tried it for the first time it was just for fun wanting to try something new. you moaned “visca barca” in his ear, meaning for it to be funny. but he took it seriously and came three seconds after you said it. (😭)

❀ “please ma keep it on!” he would groan.

❀ can be such a whiny bitch sometimes when it comes to waiting to fuck you.

❀ it doesn’t help he would get hard at the most random moments.

❀ you lean into marc, your hand steading yourself on his leg to kiss him. your soft lips meet his for a few seconds then pull on his bottom lip teasingly.

❀ “let’s go in!” you pat his leg, leaning back in the seat as you wait for marc to open the door for you like he always does.

❀ “i-. uhm. can’t.” he coughs. you laugh loudly. “marc!! again?” you shake your head. “you’re pathetic!” you tease him laughing.

❀ you look down at the tent growing in his pants. “you’re not helping!” he groans his head falling back.

❀ “you want me to help you?” you poke his chest, winking. he sighs looking out. people won’t see us due to his black windows anyways.

❀ “fuck yeah. please do.”

❀ like said he loves you wearing his jersey that also speaks for the matches. it gives him strength to win, so you make sure that the barca jersey you’re wearing has the number 38 printed on it.

❀ you’re an emotional mess on his games. one time you’re celebrating that your boyfriends team scored, the other you’re cursing the refs and opponents.

❀ no one wants to face you when marc is scoring a goal. you’re going full crazy. yelling and chanting his name like an embarrassing mom. clapping and jumping like you’re completely mental.

❀ he points up to the bleachers to you, taking every opportunity on dedicating the goal to you. he would blow a kiss and you’d do the same after calming yourself down.

❀ you have a ritual for after the game. when the both of you come back from the game, you would give him a little reward for scoring ;)

❀ though it’s not really a valid one because when he loses, you try releasing his anger with doing the same thing.

❀ he would drag your hair while you give him head due to his anger.

❀ after completely ruining you he would apologise like the soft boyfriend he is.

❀ “sorry if i was too rough, baby.” he would say looking down on you.

❀ “it’s okay.” you would smile, eyes still glossy.