Been A While Marcel x Reader
Author's Note: Because I think it's SO lovely that people are still finding this account and liking what I wrote in 2012/13, here's a little treat for you :)
It was a Friday evening and your apartment was a frenzy. You had hastily flipped through clothes in your closet, tried a few items on, and discarded them on the floor because they just weren't hitting the mark. A few shades of lipstick accompanied with lip gloss were scattered on your counter. This due to you swatching them on your wrist with your outfit choices.
You were now on your knees in front of your dresser. You began to toss clothes over your shoulder in desperation. As you pulled out the final drawer with a loud screeching sound, you found something you had not seen in a long time.
You paused your swiftness and picked up a Polaroid picture that you had forgotten about. There was you in a rose gold dress that delicately landed just above your knees. It was glittery with silver sequins outlining the neckline. It was accompanied with a silver clutch you borrowed from a friend and uncomfortable silver flats that cut the back of your heels. Next to you, however, is what stood out the most.
A boy with thick, black glasses with his hair perfectly kept. He had ditched his usual tan attire for a crisp, black suit with shiny dress shoes to match.
You turned the photo around in your hand. In cursive script it read: April 24th, 2013. Marcel and Y/N Forever ♡
You smiled and placed the photo on top of your dresser. Marcel was someone you hadn't spoken to until a week ago when he reached out. You each went to college and lost contact with each other. You had never forgotten about him, just contacting him made you anxious since it had been do long.
He reached out and you had made dinner plans. It was so exciting and nerve racking for you. You'd always cared about him, but figured he didn't feel the same.
You stood from your spot in front of the dresser, knowing exactly what you were going to wear when you saw Marcel again tonight.
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You tugged at your cardigan as you approached a diner you loved to go to in high school. It was where you and Marcel use to study for Chemistry and other classes. He was the one who suggested it and it warmed your heart that he remembered.
"Y/N?" a voice asked cautiously.
Marcel had barely changed. His still awkward, but sweet demeanor remained. However, his style seemed a bit more bold. He wore navy blue tailored pants, a short sleeve button up, and a blue sweater vest decorated with sheep.
"Marcel! It's so wonderful to see you!" You reached over and embraced him tightly. You could feel him stiffen at first but then adjust.
"Y-you too, y/n. Want to go inside and catch up?" he asked somewhat sheepishly.
You smiled and nodded. You both went inside the outdated diner and sat in a booth positioned in the corner of the restaurant. The waitress popped over to where you both were, taking each of your orders quickly.
Afterwards, you two began catching up. You had forgotten how great it was to truly catch up with someone you missed. He told you about his involvement in chess, his first ever experience with alcohol, and humbly bragged about his GPA. You gladly rambled back about your family and your life at the university. At the end he smiled at you.
You return his smile and then your expression quickly changes to realization. You open your purse quickly and take out the picture of you two from your junior prom. You had nearly forgotten to show him.
He takes the photo in his hands and blushes. He notices the dress in the photo is like the one you have on now, except with less of a homecoming vibe.
"I haven't seen this in forever,” he said in amazement. “I can’t believe you have a dress so similar.”
You laughed and rubbed your arm slightly embarassed. “I wanted to remember a little piece of high school.” You paused and took a sip of the water that just arrived at your table.
“I’ve really missed you, Marcel.”
His cheeks flushed with red. He coughed and tried to keep his calm.
“I’ve really missed you, Y/N. But we’ll always have each other.” He replied confidently, reaching out to grab your hand.
It was your turn to blush.
“We most certainly will.”
