repost & BOLD any fears which apply to your muse.

ITALICIZE what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces.change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning.suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying.intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough.scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched. sex.

Send me “unf” for your muse to pin mine against the wall.

Marco gasps in shock as his back hits the wall, but it turns to a chuckle as he realized who’d done it.

    Marco yawned, not even bothering to cover his wide open mouth with his hand as he stared at the professor, whose ceaseless stream of talking the brunet only recognized as a faint noise in the back of his mind.  Could this lecture get any more boring?

    He moved his resting head from one hand to the other, not needing his right hand anyway, as he’d stopped taking notes what felt like hours ago. Deep brown eyes looked down to the notebook in front of him. There were a few lines of actual notes, then a bunch of doodles - Marco had a feeling this sheet of paper wasn’t going to help him a lot with studying for the upcoming exam.

    Good thing he had his reliable roommate right there next to him. “Hope you’re taking proper notes here, Kirstein. Mine are nothing more than some shitty scribblings.”

    All he got as an answer was steady breathing. “Jean?” He turned his head to face the blond. No way. He was sleeping in the middle of class. Marco could have been a nice best friend and wake him a few minutes before the lecture was going to end, but ah - nope, not today. If he was going to endure this, so was Jean.

      “W-Water bed? Sk-Skinny dipping?” Jean tries to hide his blush. “I didn’t know you were this shitty at pick-up lines.”