Marcel Styles Imagines

He protects you

You and Marcel had decided to go shopping that afternoon for groceries. Stock was low at your house and your new boyfriend of a few months had wanted to help you fill your pantry once again.

"I'm low on noodles." You muttered glancing at your boyfriend who stood the opposite end of the aisle, thinking thoroughly of healthy options he could offer you.

Looking back and reaching up for the noodles, your heels lifted off the ground leaving you on your tiptoes. The packet you desired was just out of reach as you leant on the same shelf for support.

"(Y-Y/N)!" Marcel called though you grunted pulling a packet to the edge of the shelf.

"Almost... got it." You panted before feeling the plastic play against your fingers. Marcel watched wearily as he put the basket down and walked towards you.

"I-I can get i-it-"

You yanked the packet from the shelf and stumbled back. Not realizing your own strength, you pulled the shelf's content down and went wide eyed. Marcel went wide eyed as well and ran over as you cowered, waiting for impact.

"(Y/N)!" Packets and cans of food didn't hit you like you had thought. Instead, a warm body held you under it before everything went still. "A-are you ok?" Looking up over your shoulder, you went wide eyed to see Marcel on top of you.

You could only nod as he stood up and pulled you with him.

"Is everything ok here?" A clerk ran up the aisle towards you both as you regained yourself.

Marcel had really just protected you. From the falling groceries that you so carelessly caused to tumble. Thank the lord Marcel was there or else it would be your back in an ache. Not his.