Ethereal ♱ Marcel Ruiz Imagines

𝗗𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗨, ruiz

MARCEL'S WARM HAND RESTED ON Y/N'S THIGH, as they pulled up to the McDonald's drive thru. Y/N just had her nose in her phone and didn't look up, not even for a second. Marcel looked over at the girl next to him. He noticed a change in Y/N but he didn't exactly know what was going on.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Marcel looked over at her with worry written all over his face.

"I'm fine." Y/N breathed out still looking down at her phone. Marcel knew something was up but he didn't want to pressure her into telling him, however, he just wanted her to open up to him more.

"Okay." Marcel replied softly. He lightly rubbed her thigh in a comforting matter before he pulled up to the speaker. He began to order but then asked the employee to wait a second. "Babe." Marcel raised his voice slightly which caught Y/N's attention.

"Hm?" She mumbled. "What do you want to eat?" He smiled softly.

"I don't want anything." Y/N shook her head, trying not to make eye contact with him.

"I know your hungry. You haven't eaten all day." Y/N finally looked at him.

"Marcel, I said I don't want anything!" Y/N exclaimed causing him to jump. He sighed as his boney hands gripped the steering wheel. He wasn't just going to let her starve herself so he slowly turned back to the window, sticking his head out a bit.

"I'm sorry about that. Um, can I get a big mac with a medium fry and a Dr. Pepper, please?" Marcel finished the order. Y/N turned over to him, her eyes dull. If looks could kill, Marcel would be dead by now.

"Will that be all?" The employee asked in a sweet tone.

"Yes ma'am." Marcel replied. The moment Marcel put the window back up he turned over to his girlfriend who was already staring at him. "What?" Marcel asked, feeling intimidated.

"I told you I didn't want food." She said dryly.

"Babe, listen to me. I'm not going to let you starve yourself. You haven't eaten all day and you need to eat because you could develop an eating disorder if you don't. I will feed this to you if you don't eat it yourself." He started to get frustrated.

The two teens sat in silence as Marcel paid and took the food. The smell of the food sitting in the back seat made Y/N's stomach grumble. Lately she has been very insecure about the way she looks and felt like she had to lose weight in order to feel good about herself again.

"Baby." Marcel finally broke the silence. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I told you, I'm fine." Y/N leaned against the window.

"Stop lying to me. I know something's going on so why don't you tell me? You know you can always come to me for anything." Marcel rolled his eyes. His Puerto Rican accent making more of an appearance.

"I don't like the way I look." She announced. Marcel looked over at her in disbelief. "I look in the mirror everyday and hate what I see. And I felt like if I stopped eating more I would lose weight and I wouldn't have to feel that way anymore." Marcel pulled over as quickly as he could.

He leaned back in his seat before turning over to Y/N and holding her hand. "I understand how you feel, but you can't just stop eating because that's not healthy and I want you to be healthy. And even if you don't agree with me I think that you're beautiful just the way you are and when I look at you I don't see one flaw. When I look at you I fall in love with everything that I see. You don't realize how gorgeous you are and I want you to know that. And whether you like it or not I'm going to make you eat that big mac." He beamed before leaving a lingering kiss on Y/N's lips.

"I love you." Y/N smiled back.

"I love you too. Now, I'm taking you home and you're going to shove frys in that pretty face." He laughed, grabbing both of her cheeks.

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