Happy Birthday to our precious freckled Jesus! He’s such a cutie and I miss him so much ｡ﾟ( ﾟஇ‸இﾟ)ﾟ｡ Marco was a really nice character with an open heart, he saw Jean always as a leader and for everyone in the trainees squad he was a really good friend.
Everyday I think of him and thanks to Isayama for shows us this good and nice character! We will never forget you, Marco!
Marco Bodt was an undeserved gift. For all the trouble
Jean caused in high school, all the homework assignments he missed, all the
kids whose faces he personally acquainted with the concrete, all the cars he
may or may not have egged, he expected nothing but the worst for his first
roommate in college. Where he expected an asshole, he found a saint. When he
expected some self-absorbed jock or egotistical know-it-all, he instead received a
bookish nerd with the most adorable self-confidence issues. Who cared about how others thought he appeared? That was a needless concern that plagued
Marco most days.
But worst of all, when he expected an uncomfortably
straight roommate, he got… Marco.
In the first two weeks Jean came to quite a few
conclusions about his new roommate. First and foremost Marco had a personality
almost as soft as his appearance. Something about the way he carried himself
made Jean just want to embrace him, like a small puppy or kitten. While not as
lean nor as toned as Jean, Marco had the right amount of body in the right
places. And it only served to entice Jean and whittle away at his self-control.
Marco was patient, kind, and awkward. He was messy, loved
cinnamon cookies to an almost unhealthy degree, and trusted those around him too
quickly for Jean’s tastes but that’s just what made him so goddamn endearing.
That and the smattering of freckles across his cheeks. Those were Jean’s
The signs were few and far in between but it really
shouldn’t have surprised Jean when Marco made a sudden declaration their second
week in the dorm.
Jean had just finished another cup of instant ramen when
he heard a nervous grumble from Marco’s side of the room. Jean glanced over at
the still undecorated portion of their tiny shared space.
“Uh, Jean?” Marco cautiously spoke.
“Yeah?” Jean’s mouth fell into its natural scowl.
“I got something to tell ya… and I think you deserve to
know this about me since we’re sharing a room after all,” Marco’s voice wavered.
The unusual shift in Marco’s behavior captured Jean’s undivided attention. “I
understand if you’ll want to leave me or have me leave but- I’m gay.”
Jean’s eyes widened upon hearing those words. The words
he only ever heard Marco say in shower fantasies. He frowned when he processed
those words because that meant he was eternally fucked.
In a few words Marco smashed the last of Jean’s
self-control. After understanding what those words meant, Jean embraced them
almost as tightly as he embraced Marco.
“That would <i>never</i> be a problem for me,
don’t worry,” Jean replied in the most composed voice he could manage. He felt
Marco tense up at the unexpected contact but he soon relaxed into Jean’s arms. “And
if anyone ever gives you shit for it, tell me. I’ll introduce them to the
Jean let the hug linger longer than he probably should
have but why wouldn’t he? Christmas and his birthday came early that year.
Any reservations he had about touching Marco evaporated
after that day. He indulged himself whenever he could: ruffling Marco’s hair,
snuggling against Marco when they watched terrible movies on their shitty TV,
and hugging him when the time called for it or even sometimes when it didn’t
call for it.
Jean’s heart was captured hook, line, and sinker.
And for all of Jean’s bravado and determined nature, he
was hopeless in the realm of actually flirting and confessing his affection.
Unlike Marco who at least had the balls to tell him straight up, Jean couldn’t
bring himself to tell Marco that he too liked dick. And boobs. But Marco
probably caught the latter from all the vintage pin-up posters he had. They
were both cute and pleasing on the eyes.
Instead of talking with Marco, Jean did the next best thing
and dropped hints when and where he could. Whether through lingering touches,
unsolicited nicknames, and even commenting on guys’ appearances here and there whenever
they were out. Although they seemed to only come across as friendly or Jean’s
vainly attempting to wingman for the awkward mess of freckles.
Even with the advice of the happiest couple he knew his
tactics weren’t working.
“I don’t think he likes me,” Jean frowned. He pulled his
milkshake nearby him and started sucking it down. “I’ve been air drying without a towel for
like six weeks and he still hasn’t so much as talked to me about it.”
“So even letting it all hang loose ain’t working? He’s
one tough customer,” Connie said. Thinking of the next course of action, Connie
rubbed his chin in an exaggerated motion.
“I thought he would’ve at least commented on your nakedness. Did you
see any subtle reactions? Did he blush? Did you see a half-chub?” Sasha
inquired in between bites of her fries.
“Well of course he blushed, I was naked! I mean have you
seen me? I’m not exactly unattractive.” Jean scoffed at the notion.
That earned some laughs from his childhood friends.
“Well did you look at his dick for the honest reaction?”
Connie followed up.
“There’s your problem. You gotta try and see if he likes
what he sees. If that’s a yes then you hit on him.”
Jean crossed his arms as he debated it. “Are you sure this
“Yes.” Both his friends said in unison.
“It’s how I got Sasha. Although I was more suave about it
than letting it hang loose.” Connie cracked a wide grin as he reminisced.
That earned a quirked eyebrow from Jean.
“And what exactly did you do?”
“I incorporated it into her favorite thing: food.”
Sasha paused her eating to blush at the memory. “Good
Jean bit his lip as he soon regretted this train of thought.
“You know what? Forget I asked that. I think I get the
“Good. Another piece of advice, always cook with aprons.
They don’t cover much but they at least cover your nipples.”
As much as Jean didn’t want to hear those words, there
was a story begging to be told there.
“I’m both horrified and curious.”
“So was I,” Sasha chimed in. “Also aroused.”
“Okay I’m out. You can have my fries!” Jean immediately
left the booth and sped walked out of the dining hall and towards their dorm.
Marco would be back soon enough and if Jean knew Marco’s
schedule as well as he did, then today would provide the perfect opportunity to
practice Connie’s disturbing advice. Thursday afternoon yoga was perfect.
Heyo! This request comes from an anon. “Anonymous said:
Hello! Can you do a
recording of Jean and like all of his friends died so he is alone looking into
a fire kinda going crazy and talking to marco, idk my ideas are scattered
everywhere but ya I think this would be cool anyway THANKYOU”
Hey…Marco…Mikasa and Eren died today. They gave it one last
attempt at fighting the colossal titan and…even combined, with Eren in titan
form, that wasn’t enough. After Armin last week…that makes me the last survivor
of the 104th squad. I don’t even know If I’ll make it through the
night but…I just wanted to talk to you. I miss them…but I miss you so much
more. By the look and sound of things though, I’ll be joining you soon. So,
have a bowl of soup or something waiting for me when I join you, okay? It
really shouldn’t be long now…I can hear them…I knew I was going to die anyway
but…starting this fire…it reminds me of you. I don’t know why, maybe it’s how
warm and inviting or whatever other bullshit it may be but…I’m glad I was able
to share my final moments with you.
I’m sorry, it seems like I have one hell of an art block and it’s been ages since my last art post here.
So here I am, with something I did like this summer and didn’t post anywhere because it was rough and rushed, but maybe posting it anyway will help me?
I really miss drawing like I used to.