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Name: shannon

Nicknames: no

Gender: non-binary

Sexuality: bisexual panromantic

Height: 5'6"

What time and date it is there: nov 12, 2014 at 9:49pm

Average hours of sleep: 7-8

OTPs: jeanmarco and superhusbands oop

The last thing I googled: pretty sure it had something to do with the signifying monkey

What I last said to a family member: good night

One place that makes me happy and why: my bed because then i get to sleep

How many blankets do I sleep under: one

Favourite beverage: apple juice and egg nog

The last movie I watched in the cinema: rosewater 

Three things I can’t live without: my xbox & games, my lap top, and my phone (but only bc it's the only way to contact my parents bc otherwise it's a piece of trash)

Something I plan on learning: how to design video games

You HAVE to listen to this song: lux aurumque by eric whitacre it is fucking gorgeous

an indie fem!jean blog ‼

art source

► 6 years of role playing experience ; 4 on tumblr

► mun is 18 and may post nsfw ; might not be under a read more, but will always be tagged accordingly

► multiverse, multifandom, i ship chemistry 

► para, multi-para, one-liners, etc.

► mun is a college student and will therefore be slow at times!!

an indie fem!jean blog ‼

art source

► 6 years of role playing experience ; 4 on tumblr

► mun is 18 and may post nsfw ; might not be under a read more, but will always be tagged accordingly

► multiverse, multifandom, i ship chemistry 

► para, multi-para, one-liners, etc.

► mun is a college student and will therefore be slow at times!!

She almost wanted to snort. A few words and she’d deflected suspicion entirely off of herself. It was too simple.

After all, most of the trainees were still mastering 3DMG technique themselves. No one could even think of intentionally sabotaging anyone else because they were all too absorbed in ensuring that they themselves wouldn’t get kicked out of the corps for one misstep. But it was plausible enough that Marco had been taken in by it more or less completely. 

And then there was that subtle finger curl. It was barely visible, really, but the blonde is certain (or at least deliriously hopeful) that he didn’t imagine it. His eyes go wide and he nods, mapping a mental route as he grabs his flannel off the ground and begins his journey through the still-pulsing crowd. It feels more crowded now than it did earlier, and Jean’s not sure if it’s because he’d been avoiding the dancing pool of college students or if more people arrived in the while it took him to get the Boy Next Door’s attention. It’s probably a bit of both.

Wading through throngs of sweat-slick bodies is pretty gross, but that’s the least of the pre-law major’s concerns. He just needs to get to the door, down the stairs (because let’s be honest; the elevator’s probably gonna have some horny couple making out in there), and outside, then he’s home free—ugh, please put your shirt back on—and he won’t have to look at these horny teens and young adults. He casually does not remind himself that he is one of them, to an extent.

After what feels like an eternity, but in actuality was only about two minutes, he is stomping down the stairs two-at-a-time. Almost there. By the time he reaches the bottom (and dodges a good dozen bodies along the way), he’s out of breath and his legs are burning and he’s kinda sweaty so he’s wiping his sweat off on his flannel, but he doesn’t regret this in the slightest. Sure, he’s beginning to question now whether or not it was a good idea to bolt down here before figuring out where to meet BND, but he’s here now. The air outside is cold; a stark contrast to the mugginess of the inside. Unsure about what to do now, he walks towards the opposite building and stands beside the door.

Shit, he thought to himself, running his hands through his dark hair worriedly. Did he really nod at me? Or was he gone for good? Was he actually coming? Had he scared the boy off? Fuck, had he messed up? Or was he actually gonna show up at his door, ready for a good time? Marco wasn't sure if he was ready for a good time (fuck that, he was totally ready for sex -- but, no, was he?). Was the kid going to be totally smashed and he hadn't realized it? Were they both going to regret it come the next day? God, he hadn't thought this through, he hadn't prepared--

"Marco!" one of his friends called in a hushed whisper, and he tried to calm his nervous trembling as he stepped back out into the common room. His friends were all crowded at the door, watching through the peep-hole to see if flannel boy would come.

When his friends had realized that Marco had reappeared, they turned around, and one of his friends said, eagerly, "He's here! Flannel boy is here!"

"He -- he is?" Marco asked in disbelief. That seemed almost too good to be true.

"Yeah! C'mon, the hell are you doing? You look like you're about to pass out." That was probably true. "We're gonna head out for the night, anyway." That was totally planned. "And it's cold outside, so you'd better let him in!"

Marco sucked in a deep breath and nodded, smoothing himself out. His friends opened the door as he moved toward it, each of them calling for him to have a good night and nodding to Jean in greeting as they filed out. Marco cleared his throat once there was nothing in the way of himself and the flannel boy, and he ran a hand through his hair, having a bit of a difficult time trying to express words.

"Uh -- uh --" Say something, Bodt! "You want some chicken nuggets?"

Marco could kill him. Honestly. If those rocks didn't do the job for him, he certainly was going to finish the moron off. "It rained, for fuck's sake! If you slip and get yourself hurt, this is all on you!" God damn. God damn. Jean had the audacity to call what his reasoning stupid when he was the one performing what was quite possibly the dumbest thing he'd ever seen. They were supposed to be preparing to take out titans, for Christ's sake, and Jean was over here putting his own life at risk. He could kill him. Boy, was he heated.

"Jean!" Marco called out yet again, beyond frustrated. "What the hell makes you think this is gonna be a good idea!?" God, he could just picture it now. The idiot was going to try to get across those stones and slip and fall into the river and he'd get a concussion or he'd start to sink or something and either Marco was going to get hypothermia diving in after him or he was gonna be pulled down too -- and either way, he was going to get a talking to for not stopping Jean, because for some reason Jean was, on occasion, his responsibility. This was not what he signed up for.

an indie fem!jean blog ‼

art source

► 6 years of role playing experience ; 4 on tumblr

► mun is 18 and may post nsfw ; might not be under a read more, but will always be tagged accordingly

► multiverse, multifandom, i ship chemistry 

► para, multi-para, one-liners, etc.

► mun is a college student and will therefore be slow at times!!

an indie fem!jean blog ‼

art source

► 6 years of role playing experience ; 4 on tumblr

► mun is 18 and may post nsfw ; might not be under a read more, but will always be tagged accordingly

► multiverse, multifandom, i ship chemistry (and jeanmarco without shame)

► para, multi-para, one-liners, etc.

► mun is a college student and will therefore be slow at times!!