*Y/N and Marcel are not together in this... yet*

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🖇·˚ ༘ ┊͙[eyeliner] !  ˊˎ
imagine #40

Y/N KNOCKED ON MARCEL'S FRONT DOOR and waited for someone to answer. After a couple of seconds of waiting, Marcel's mom opens the door with a bright smile on her face. "Hi, Y/N!" She said slightly jumping up and giving the girl a hug.

"Hi, Mariem." She replied smiling back. She moved out of the doorway so Y/N could walk in. Once she stepped foot into the door Broky came running towards her and jumped on top of her legs. She laughed as she bent down to pet him, before setting her bag down and taking her shoes off.

"Marcel, Y/N is here!" Mariem called out. Y/N quickly made her way up to Marcel's room with Broky following behind her. She opened Marcel's door and saw him with his face close to his mirror, but she couldn't see what he was doing.

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked making Marcel jump. She looked towards to object in his hand, which was his mom's eyeliner pencil. She smiled when she realized and shook her head.

"I don't understand how people do this." Marcel breathed out.

"Sit down, let me help you." Y/N said taking the eyeliner pencil out of his hand. He did what she said and sat down on the edge of his bed. "Who are you trying to be, Vinne hacker?" She questioned which made Marcel chuckle.

"I just want to see how I look with it." He responded, while Y/N was wiping away whatever he did previously.

"Close." Y/N instructed in a demanding tone. He closed both eyes and Y/N swiped the product one his lashline and made a small wing at the end. "Okay, you can open your eyes." She informed. "I'm going to put this close to your eyeball but, don't freak out." She added.

"You saying don't freak out doesn't help at all." He groaned. Y/N rolled her eyes and moved the bottom part of his eye down with her finger and added more eyeliner right below his waterline. Marcel kept squinting but she tried to be paitent. When she was finally done Marcel blinked an excessive amount of times, being dramatic. Y/N playfully slapped his arm and handed him a small mirror she had with her.

"You did a decent job." Marcel joked. Y/N looked at him with disgust and slapped him again.

"Like you could do better." She huffed.

"I was kidding you don't have to assult me!" He exclaimed, tackling her onto the bed. She kicked her legs around and tried to push him off but he wouldn't budge.

"How are you so strong you barely have a fucking bicep!?" Y/N shrieked.

"You're mean." He pouted after finally letting go. His face slowly relaxed as he looked at her. Y/N sat up and stared back at him in confusion. "What?" She asked, feeling a little intimidated. "Nothing, you're just really beautiful." He replied, admiring her. Y/N started to get flustered and couldn't really comprehed what was just said to her. Marcel lifted her head up and inched her face closer to his.

"Um, is this okay?" He asked, completely stopped his actions. "It's okay if you don-" Marcel began to speak again but Y/N cut him off by pressing her lips on his. They slowly pulled away, but once the contact was lost Marcel softly pulled her in by the waist and kissed her again. (idk how else to end this, sorry :/)

KARISSA'S RANTS
this is so awful😃 um anyway if you guys have any ideas for imagines you can type them in the comments or pm me also imagine marcel with eyeliner 😏 I would pass out(: