#marcello hernandez

[czech-hunter-reject]

Very much this, fuck that shit

[notgaybuckybarnes]

72 HOURS (2026)

[sgtpeppers]

Paul McCartney in SNL's 'Mechanics' sketch with Marcello Hernández and Will Ferrell, 16th May 2026 (x).

[wonwoosthetic]

i saw your bad bunny fic and i am OBSESSED omg, if you’re taking requests for him, could you write a oneshot where him and reader are doing an snl skit together ? maybe after they announce their relationship and they play the mother and father ? (i’m specifically referencing that one skit where he plays the dad to an emo kid LMAOOO) or you could do a completely original snl skit i don’t mind

don’t feel pressured to write this btw :)

Mamá y Papá

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pairing: bad bunny x fem!reader; platonic!marcello hernandez x fem!reader

A/N: I personally am more of a british humour kind of girly but i remember watching the protective mom skit with pedro pascal, and then the second part with benito and then so many other good ones followed, istg i love marcello hernandez and his writing so much! thank you for requesting this, i had A BLAST writing it, hope y'all like it!

Bad Bunny Is Hosting SNL’s Season 51 Premiere

“Hi, I’m Bad Bunny, and I’ll be hosting the season premiere of SNL this week with Doja Cat,” Benito read off the teleprompter for the promotional clip the Social Media channels of Saturday Night Live would post all over the internet.

“And me!” You jumped into the view of the camera, pretending to be slightly out of breath as you glanced around. Just as rehearsed, Benito looked down at you with a slight frown to his brows. “What?” You met his gaze, fixing your hair hurriedly, “I’m a special guest this week.”

“No, no,” he stopped you gently, “I’m this week’s special guest.”

“Nooo,” you shook your head and pointed a straight finger right at him, “you’re this week’s host,” before turning back to look into the camera with a wide smile, “I’m special.”

He faked a sigh as he clasped his hands and nodded, “That you are...”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You turned to him, pretending to drop the act of filming and turning serious, while all of it was actually scripted.

In return, he gave you a shrug, still glancing over at the camera, “What? You said, you’re special, and I confirmed. You are special.”

“Yeah, okay,” you faked a nervous chuckle, “but it’s the way you said it, you-”

“I didn’t say it anyway,” he quickly interfered, turning towards you.

You shook your head slightly, “No, you definitely did-”

“Guys,” Doja Cat spoke up from behind your boyfriend before the clip ended -

“Hi, I’m Bad Bunny, and I’ll be hosting the season premiere of SNL this week with Doja Cat,” Benito read out loud again.

“And I’ll be helping!” You announced proudly, waltzing into frame with a big grin decorating your face.

He and Doja turned towards you in fake confusion before Benito pointed towards the teleprompter set up right next to the camera, “No, you’re supposed to say ‘and me’.”

“Well, I thought I’d mix it up a bit,” you shrugged, your eyes switching between looking at the two with Doja shaking her head and your partner sighing out loud.

“You can’t make up things, querida,” Benito stated softly. “Just read what it says.”

You faked a sigh and stood straight to his left, “Alright... are you excited?”

“About the Super Bowl?” He wondered with a smile, “YES!”

You shook your head with a deep frown, “No, for hosting SNL this week. I thought you knew how to do this-”

“I do know-”

“Well, clearly, you don’t-”

“We announced our relationship a few weeks ago, and you want to fight in front of a camera?”

“I don’t want to fight!” You scoffed before turning around quickly and crossing your arms, letting a dramatic scoff fall from your lips. -

“Hi, I’m Bad Bunny, and I’ll be hosting the season premiere of SNL this week with Doja Cat,” Benito said into thin air as he had turned to face Doja, leaving you with his back right at your shoulder.

“Beni,” you tapped him gently, “I think you’re supposed to face the camera, you know?”

With a shake of his head, he scoffed, “No, cariño, I told you, I’ve host before, I remember how you do this. You look at the wall and say your lines,” he simply shrugged. “That’s it.”

Just like in the Script, Doja listened to his words and turned to face the same direction.

“No, Doja-”

“Y/N,” she was quick to stop you, turning to face you slightly and extending a hand. “He’s done this before,” adding a fake eye-roll at the end.

You glanced around, looking helplessly directly into the camera, “Can we get a professional in here?”

-

Parent Teacher Conference

Marcello and Benito were sitting in the makeshift office on the SNL set. Ashley and Andrew were standing on the other side of the teacher’s desk, used for the skit, looking sternly at the emo boy the younger actor was portraying.

“Before we continue,” Ashley wondered, “is there... a... Mrs Seamore?”

Your boyfriend shook his head gently, “No, she... she left us.”

“Bitch!” The female teacher called out with an eye roll, getting a round of laughter from the audience.

“No,” Benito sighed, “Sh- like- she died.”

“Dad-,” Marcello turned to glance at him with slight confusion.

A knock on the door behind them interrupted the scene suddenly, revealing you in a black short-sleeved turtleneck dress and high boots, clutching a bag as you strutted into the office to clapping sounds.

“Hi,” you announced yourself with a kind smile, “I’m so sorry for being late, the traffic was crazy.”

“Selena!” Benito exclaimed, jumping up from his seat, giving you a fake look of shock and horror, “What are you doing here?”

“We- well, I, actually called her,” Andrew explained. “I thought it might be important that both parents heard about what their son was doing.” Sending his colleague a sharp glare.

“B-both parents?” Ashley’s character stumbled over her words, chuckling nervously as she nudged her head to let her hair fall back. “I, um... I thought Mrs Seamore passed away.”

You sent her a fake smile, taking a few steps closer into the office, “Oh no, I’m very much alive.”

“But- but- Marcus!” Ashley sighed out loud.

Your head snapped towards your partner, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you took your designated position right behind Marcello, aka Michael, in the chair. “You told her I passed?! Why do you keep on telling people I died?!”

The crowd laughed in chorus.

Benito’s big brown eyes were fixed on you, his hand clutching the left side of his chest dramatically, “Because in my heart, you are dead! Dead to me!”

You rolled your eyes, mumbling under your breath, “Jesus Christ...”

“You left us!” Your boyfriend cried out loud.

“Because you cheated on me!” You threw back quickly, getting a gasp from the two actors portraying teachers in return. “You ruined this family!”

“You wanna ruin it again?” Andrew’s character quickly interfered, eyes wide with hope, his voice airy like a sigh. Realising his mistake after the laughter from the crowd died down, he shook his head, “Sorry.”

“I hate it when mommy and daddy are fighting!” Marcello suddenly exclaimed dramatically, making you rush over to him, placing two comforting hands on his shoulders.

“Oh no, honey, we’re not fighting, I promise,” you shushed him in comfort, but his character kept his arms crossed in front of his chest in protest.

“Sí, mijo. Sometimes adults just raise their voices,” your boyfriend added, getting just a tiny bit closer.

You nudged your head to your side, an unamused smirk playing on your lips, “Yeah, son. Especially when your mother finds your father knees deep in the passenger seat of his car with your son’s teacher!”

Andrew kept a shocked facial expression as he looked at the two of you, while Ashley’s lips slowly curled up.

“Oh, so… this has happened before?” Licking her teeth as he put a strand of hair behind her ear.

Your head snapped in her direction, giving her a raised brow, “Before?” Then, turning towards Benito again,  “You did it again?!” Raising your voice at him.

Your boyfriend extended his hands, taking a few steps closer towards you, trying to calm down your character, “No, no, mami, I didn’t do anything.” His hands found their way to your upper arms as you lowered your head in shame, but actually to hide the forming smile on your lips.

Andrew spoke up, joining the conversation, “Don’t worry, mommy, this-“ he was quick to stop himself, gazing into thin air before closing his lips tightly as the crowd’s laughter echoed through the room. Your characters shared quick glances. “I- I meant- I meant mommy of Rico- Michael! Mother of Michael,” he chuckled nervously, sending you a tight smile,  “You shouldn’t worry.”

You lifted your head, eyeing him shyly with a soft smirk.

“I’m keeping a close eye on those two,” he added, pointing between Ashley’s and your partner’s characters.

You chuckled, faking a flustered state as you shook your head just a bit to fix your hair, “I am a mommy.”

Andrew nodded, a smirk now playing on his lips, “Hell yeah, you are.”

Your character bit down on her lip, clearly flirting with the male teacher on the opposite side of the desk between you. Benito’s eyes frantically switched between you two before letting go of you as if you had suddenly turned too hot to touch.

“Look!” He interrupted your moment, “These drawings, these pictures... it seem like he’s trying to express himself,” motioning towards Marcello, who was still playing your son.

“I couldn’t agree more!” Ashley’s character called out in almost excitement, “Hell, some of these are just downright beautiful! I mean-” She picked up another piece of paper, flipping it around, so that the camera could catch it as well. “Okay...” The drawing seemed to portray her character shooting a rocketship out of her ass. “I didn’t even see this one. Look at me! Flying around, big ol’ rocket out of my butt. And am I wearing some kind of leash?”

You turned your head towards the side, out of the camera’s shot, which also just so happened to be the side that Benito stood on. Catching you trying to hold back a laugh made him purse his lips, biting down on them in the next moment as he tried not to look at you, knowing it would make him laugh for sure.

“Okay, everyone, write down your sizes, I’m making shirts,” she added.

“Okay, well,” Marcello perked up, reaching for a pen, “I’m a medium,” making you shake your head and take in a deep breath, trying to keep it together, feeling Benito nudge your side as in 'stop it or I'm gonna laugh my ass off too', knowing how hard you had laughed together during the rehearsals.

“We’re not doing that!” Andrew called out through the room, letting all heads turn towards him. “We need to show these to a therapist!”

“I agree,” Benito smacked the table to make a statement.

“Okay, no, hold on a second,” you interrupted the moment. “We don’t need to get a therapist involved in this. My son is doing perfectly fine,” placing a hand on the young comedian’s shoulder. “Right... Michael?” You took a second longer, forgetting the name that your boyfriend had randomly come up with during the skit.

“Well, mom-” he started, acting nervously as he played with the sleeves of his shirt.

“Why did you draw your teacher like that?” You asked him kindly, sitting down on the other chair right next to him, your body turned towards him.

Marcello glanced around, “Well...,” before meeting your eyes for a quick moment, “You said dad cheated on you with my English teacher...”

“Oh, sweetie,” A sigh of relief left your lips as you smiled at him, your hand coming up to touch his head, “But that was your middle school English teacher. Not your high school English teacher.” Before leaning into him slightly, mumbling, “As far as I know.”

“I can hear you,” Benito commented from behind you, making you fake an eye roll.

“Alright, okay! Well, how about this:” Ashley called out, standing up from her seat to lean over the table before leaning onto it and leaning significantly closer to your boyfriend. “What about... if you ever have any concerns, you just call me,” adding a sly smirk at the end.

Your character stood up as well, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you eyed the two in front of you as she continued,

“Or just come over. And listen, I’m not one of those ‘What are we?’” She raised her voice slightly to imitate another woman and rolled her eyes. “Girls are the worst.”

Your partner sent you a concerned glance in character, but you just shrugged and pretended to direct your attention elsewhere, when Andrew’s character suddenly jumped in.

“And if you, Mrs Seamore, ever want-”

“Miss,” you corrected him kindly, a flirtly smile on your lips, “But you can just call me Selena.”

He chuckled, cleared his throat and patted down some invisible wrinkles on his sweater, “Well, Selena,” he leaned in slightly, “if you ever need to talk to someone... I’m not only a school councelour. I also...,” he pretended to think for a second, squinting his eyes into the distance before continuing, “councel adults. I know how hard it must be for you. A single mother.”

You glanced at him shyly, putting a strand of hair behind your ear, “Yeah... you know no one ever really... sees that.”

“Oh, I see it,” Andrew nodded his head in excitement.

“Oh my God!” Marcello’s tone of disgust suddenly filled the room. “Can we go home?”

“That’s a great idea,” Benito agreed, patting him on the back as he passed you, giving you a side-eye and taking a quick, unsure glance at Ashley’s and Andrew’s character. “Thank you... both-” then nudging you while you were still sending fake heart-eyes towards the male teacher, “come on.”

With one hand between Marcello’s shoulders and the other on your lower back, he led you out the door of the office.

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A/N: are these too short?

[a7estrellas]

PEDRO PASCAL with Sabrina Carpenter, Marcello Hernandez, and Bad Bunny SNL50 - “Domingo: Vow Renewal”

[celltheory]

Me and my baby, she has three rules for me, okay?

[tosotd-nhl]

con usted(es)

Benito x reader x platonic!marcello

warnings: fluff & chaos

(not proofread)

summary: chicken shop double date

“Do I look okay?” You smooth out your dress in the car and look up at your boyfriend in the drivers seat. He sat on his phone, half listening to Marcello in the back seat talking about random stuff.

“Siempre te ves hermosa, mami.” He puts his phone down and turns his attention to you. His hand moves to your thigh and gives it a reassuring squeeze. Okay, you believed him.

“This is disgusting. Let’s just go inside.” Marcello whined and opened the back door.

Today the three of you were doing something different. Totally random. Chicken Shop Date with Amelia Dimoldenberg. She has reached out to all three of you individually, but somewhere along the lines of communication it turned into a group date.

“Welcome!” You could hear her british accent come from the building as Benito helped you out of the car. He was always such a gentleman.

“Hi!” You smile to the girl and give her a gentle hug. “You smell amazing!”

“Oh, thank you!” She blushed. “The date hasn’t started yet.” She teased and you laughed.

The shop was small and smelt just like fried chicken. Delicious. There was a table in the middle of the room with four chairs and a small dish of chicken and french fries for the four of you.

“Okay, so this should only take around an hour. It’s literally just me asking random questions. Try to make it sound conversational. Dont be someone you aren’t!” She gave you guys a quick run down before you were rushed to sit. You were sat next to Amelia while Benito was across from you and Marcello was sitting beside him.

“okay 3, 2, 1.”

“Hola.” Amelia begins as soon as the cameras roll and looks at the three of you sitting around her. “I know they say that where you’re from.”

“Sí,” Benito already cracks a smile from across the table.

“And how do you?” She turns to you, lifting one eyebrow in question.

“Uh, we just say hi.” You laugh and press your lips together in awkwardness.

“Oh, okay. Perfect!” Her eyes narrow as she tries to keep her signature straight face. “Does that turn you guys on? ‘Hi’.”

You raise your hand to cover your face in slight embarrassment at the question. Her voice perfectly mimicked yours. The guys across the table laughed, leaning their heads back slightly as they did.

“No.” Marcello quickly recovers and looks directly at you.

“Okay, so that’s an attack on my culture.” You press your lips together once again and give a dramatic, judgmental nod.

“Nothing wrong with a man loving a ‘hola’.” Amelia shakes her head and bites down on a fry.

“‘Hola, Papi’.” Benito added with an innocence shrug of his shoulders.

“You like being called Papi? Is that a kinkier way to call someone daddy?” The blonde beside you places an elbow on the table and leans forward.

“Yeah, Marcello.” You smile and bite down on a fry of your own.

“Now that is a true dig on my culture.” He faces you and does the same gestures you did when you spoke the words before.

“This is a weird triangle.” Amelia comments.

“I am the third wheel.” Benito slouched back in his and crossed his arms. You could tell he was trying to speak in english as much as he could—and as accurately—which was one of the cutest things you’ve seen.

“Must be a new feeling, huh?” All three of you let out a laugh at this comment. He was the biggest out of you three in the room, making him the leader. When was the Bad Bunny ever a third wheel? “You guys are obviously very close. Have you been on a double date before?”

“I haven’t,” You shook your head, looking around the table to see the guys responses. They both said a subtle no. “Have you?”

“What if I said this was my first one?” She smirks and playfully wraps her arm around your shoulder.

“If a chicken shop is your first date of any kind, you should probably leave.” Marcello shook his head and nudged Benito playfully at the fact Amelia was all comfortable with you.

“What’s your ideal first date?”

“I mean, we had dinner.” Benito shrugged and gestured to you across from the table.

“I feel like a private room in the back of an expensive restaurant is not normal.” You offer him a cheeky smile.

“And how much did that cost? A private room? Must’ve known she was the one.” Amelia dipped one of her fries in the sauce she had.

“No comment.” Your boyfriend shook his head and pressed his lips together in a line. Your cheeks heat up slightly at the reference to you being “the one” for him. If she said that, just from observing, it must be right.

“Well, I’ve never been taken to a private room. Can I be invited next time?” The girl smiles and shrugs her shoulder at the suggestion.

“Yes!” You speak at the same time Benito says “No!”

“Okay, so we can take the private room,” You gesture between yourself and Amelia. “and you can sit at the bar with him.”

“I have a name.” Marcello rolls his eyes.

“An ugly name.”

“So you’ve both done SNL, and obviously you work on it, what is your favorite skit you’ve done.”

You think back to the last time you had went on the show. It was the episode after Benito’s, so you two had spent a small holiday in New York. There were plenty options to choose from, but only a few really stuck out.

“Okay, this one isn’t mine, but Tía Rosa will always be in my top 3.” You let out a small laugh and kick Benito’s shin under the table in a playful manner. Seeing him in a wig was something you never knew you needed in your life.

“She only likes that I say ‘flat butt’.” Benito shakes his head in annoyance and throws a fry at you.

“They do this. Throw food.” Marcello acts annoyed but can’t hide the smile on his face. 

The guy couldn’t be annoyed when it was you two he called very close friends of his. He thought it would be weird at first. Seeing Benito and you together as a couple rather than just friends. But he was always thankful the dynamic never changed. What came from a funny group skit a few years ago grew into a friendship he’s glad never really outgrew the immaturity of the time you met.

“Te tiraré esto a la cara.” You narrow your eyes and hold up one of the untouched chicken nuggets in front of you.

“Now she speaks spanglish to seem fierce.” Marcello pushes, which causes Benito to laugh. He loved the dynamic between you all as well. Having friendships that didn’t revolve around one person in the relationship but both of them made it easier.

“I thought it was quite good,” Amelia shrugged her shoulder as Marcello criticized your spanish.

“It’s because I taught her.” Benito smirked and pushed his hair back with pride.

“Listen, I took spanish in high school.”

“High school spanish is fake.” Marcello and Benito speak at the same time.

“Speaking of spanish, Benito do you secretly have a lot of girlfriends?” Amelia interrupts and refers to his song “Tití me preguntó.”

You send him a glare from across the table, silently telling him he’ll die if he says the wrong thing.

“Of course,” he takes a long pause. “not. Of course not.”

“He needs a new one.” Marcello smirks and looks directly into your eyes.

“Bitch.” You throw your chicken nugget from before at his face.

“Who picked your outfit?” Amelia randomly interrupts and looks at Marcello. You let out a loud laugh and clap your hands together. “I heard your mother still does.”

“She does.” Benito nodded in confirmation and slapped Marcello’s shoulder.

“Yeah, we can tell.” The host says flatly. “Can I call her? Your mother.”

“His mother would eat you alive.” You sigh and push your hair behind your ear. A sweet lady once you got to know her, but the first interactions were savage. His mother told you never to wear the pearl earrings you had in again. You haven’t worn them since.

“Well, since we’re at the end, it would be a perfect time.” She shrugged.

“How does it end?” Benito asks, looking over to the cameras filming him.

“Like this,” Amelia turns to her camera, “Bye!”

“Clock it.” You nod and let your shoulder sag now that the cameras weren’t rolling.

“Well, I hope I didn’t ruin any friendships today!” The blonde stands from her seat, which prompts everyone else to.

“Nothing that isn’t already ruined.” You laugh and smooth down your dress.

“I really appreciate you guys coming in to film this.” Amelia places a hand on her heart as she faces the three of you.

“Of course, it’s our pleasure.” You blow her a kiss while Benito wraps his arm around your waist.

This man is so clingy. He was sat opposite of you for maybe forty minutes and the first thing he did when he stood was touch you.

“Maybe you can write a song about this, Benito.” She shrugs and goes in to hug each one of you.

“La tienda de pollo.” Marcello nods his head and pretends to think of ideas for a future song.

“I’ll send you guys over the final edit when it’s done! Bye!” Amelia walks you guys to the door and holds it open for you.

“Adios!” The two spanish-speaking men speak at the same time.

“Bye!” You say in synch with them. Of course you were the odd one out again. You look at both of them with an annoyed glare. “Los odio a ambos.”

“¡Marcello está pagando el helado!”

“¿Qué? No!”

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user1 a collab I didn’t know I needed

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marcellohdz really?

⤷youruser you don’t like it?

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⤷marcellohdz i do

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fan i want to be in their friend group.

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