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[freckledangelmarco]

“Haven’t seen them in a while,” he agreed with a mumble into his shirt collar. It was helping. Slowly and he rubbed the heel of his hand into his eyes roughly to stop the stinging there. It was stupid. Stupid. he needed to stop being a child.

“Maybe we should have them over for dinner. You promised to cook next time.” He risked a glance up, trying hard to snap out if it. It wasn’t fair of him to come home like this. 

He came in, pulled off his boots and dumped them down and flopped on Jean with a loud whine.

All air knocked out of his lungs and he grunted, arms wrapping around Marco’s waist instinctively, holding him close.

"Rough day?" He hummed, stroking his back mindlessly and getting accustomed to shallow breaths now with Marco’s weight on top of him.

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“Anyone? I just want you to talk, please...” He willed Jean to understand, just notice he needed distraction until he could let go of what was hurting and bothering him. He whined lowly and curled his free hand into a fist, nails digging into his palm to clear his head.

He came in, pulled off his boots and dumped them down and flopped on Jean with a loud whine.

All air knocked out of his lungs and he grunted, arms wrapping around Marco’s waist instinctively, holding him close.

"Rough day?" He hummed, stroking his back mindlessly and getting accustomed to shallow breaths now with Marco’s weight on top of him.

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Marco just nodded against him, still staring down at their hands and stroking the back of Jean’s knuckles without thinking very much. He had a knot in his chest and it was tight still and he had to bite his lip hard to swallow down his emotions.

“D-did you see anyone today?” he asked, scrabbling for anything to keep him talking.

He came in, pulled off his boots and dumped them down and flopped on Jean with a loud whine.

All air knocked out of his lungs and he grunted, arms wrapping around Marco’s waist instinctively, holding him close.

"Rough day?" He hummed, stroking his back mindlessly and getting accustomed to shallow breaths now with Marco’s weight on top of him.

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He huffed again and shifted position a bit, because even if he was being petulant suffocating himself wasn’t going to help much. He curled up on Jean’s lap, even though he was a bit bigger and grabbed his hand to play with his fingers.

“Just talk to me? Please?”

He came in, pulled off his boots and dumped them down and flopped on Jean with a loud whine.

All air knocked out of his lungs and he grunted, arms wrapping around Marco’s waist instinctively, holding him close.

"Rough day?" He hummed, stroking his back mindlessly and getting accustomed to shallow breaths now with Marco’s weight on top of him.

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“Why do I always have to be the nice guy and bite my tongue? Why? Just once...once...” He huffed loudly and pulled his legs up, burying his face in the space between the sofa and Jean’s neck.

“Tell me about your day,” he mumbled, muffled mostly by fabric but not moving. he was too frustrated and needed to relax.

He came in, pulled off his boots and dumped them down and flopped on Jean with a loud whine.

All air knocked out of his lungs and he grunted, arms wrapping around Marco’s waist instinctively, holding him close.

"Rough day?" He hummed, stroking his back mindlessly and getting accustomed to shallow breaths now with Marco’s weight on top of him.

[freckledangelmarco]

If you’ve just been diagnosed with a chronic illness or you’ve lived with one for years, dealing with it is difficult. It changes your life indefinitely and that’s hard to cope with. Just remember you’re not alone, you are loved and to stay true to yourself no matter what may happen.

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Another unintelligible grunt and he awkwardly pushed himself up to sitting, yawning widely as he reached for the coffee and wrapped his hands round it, blowing over the surface before taking a sip. He made a face, the first was always bitter and Jean never put in enough sugar for his liking, but the second sip, then the third, were better. Making him feel human again.

“What plans?” he asked as he set the mug carefully back down and reached for his plate. Fried eggs, soft yolks and toast were his favourite breakfast and he dug in hungrily.  

|| Mornings || Jean & Marco ||

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"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead!" He called as he came up to their bedroom, setting the tray with breakfast on the nightstand by Marco’s side of the bed. There was a pot of hot coffee there and deliciously smelling eggs and toast and even a bit of meat to go with it.

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“Uhhhhhh!” came the undignified groan and Marco pulled the quilt up over his head and left only the very fluffy top of his bead-head showing. He curled in on himself and thought very mean thoughts as his sleepy brain struggled to come into being conscious.

“Tu es un cul de cheval...” he muttered most meanly when he pulled the covers back, though there was the hint of a smile and he sniffed while blinking his eyes open. “There best be plenty of coffee...”

Needless to say, he wasn’t a morning person.

|| Mornings || Jean & Marco ||

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"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead!" He called as he came up to their bedroom, setting the tray with breakfast on the nightstand by Marco’s side of the bed. There was a pot of hot coffee there and deliciously smelling eggs and toast and even a bit of meat to go with it.

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"Shut up you," he murmured back and chased his lips for kisses, soft and sloppy as he wasn't so coherent just yet, morning breath be damned, who cared about something so stupid as that. 

Ordinarily he'd have been miffed with being woken up early when he had the chance to sleep some more, but this...well he could happily be woken up early every morning if it was like this.

His hands slid round Jean's hips and his fingers pressed into his backside, digging in some when he ground into him, whining into his mouth and pulling him closer too, at the same time pushing up and wriggling beneath him . His body was heated right up and it had taken him no time at all to get into this. 

He bit Jean's lip and broke away to press into his neck. "This is nice," he said in a muffled voice.

Greedy, that what he was. As well as young and horny as fuck most of the time. And it didn't happen very often that they had a free day together. He wasn't going to waste their precious time once the occasion happened. Sliding down Marco's body, he pulled his pants off the way, freeing his cock and leaning to start kissing and licking it to bring him to hardness... And possibly wake him up in the process.

Yeah he was a heavy sleeper. Could sleep through an earthquake people had joked more than once, especially when he was being shaken awake by someone who was cursing at him for not even stirring. So when Jean took his clothes off he slept on, oblivious to him being pulled about like that or even the cold air hitting his bed-warmed skin.

Even when he had started mouthing at him like that he didn’t wake…at first. He did murmur and wriggle slightly to start with, his dreams changing and shifting in response to his body’s reactions, which went right ahead and woke up before he did.

His toes curled and his fingers twitched, a frown between his brows and he downright whimpered as consciousness finally seeped through and he blinked awake, having to whet his mouth to just form a ‘J-Jean!’ in a sleepy voice.

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Greedy, that what he was. As well as young and horny as fuck most of the time. And it didn't happen very often that they had a free day together. He wasn't going to waste their precious time once the occasion happened. Sliding down Marco's body, he pulled his pants off the way, freeing his cock and leaning to start kissing and licking it to bring him to hardness... And possibly wake him up in the process.

Yeah he was a heavy sleeper. Could sleep through an earthquake people had joked more than once, especially when he was being shaken awake by someone who was cursing at him for not even stirring. So when Jean took his clothes off he slept on, oblivious to him being pulled about like that or even the cold air hitting his bed-warmed skin.

Even when he had started mouthing at him like that he didn't wake...at first. He did murmur and wriggle slightly to start with, his dreams changing and shifting in response to his body's reactions, which went right ahead and woke up before he did.

His toes curled and his fingers twitched, a frown between his brows and he downright whimpered as consciousness finally seeped through and he blinked awake, having to whet his mouth to just form a 'J-Jean!' in a sleepy voice.

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"They’re still the same as when you last saw them baby,” he said quietly, settling in beside him and plucking a tissue from the box on the bedside table, pressing it to his hand. “Maybe a bit more faded, but pretty much. Nothing I’m sure you can’t remember perfectly well."

When he’d had his own recovery to make he remembered the days and nights he’d spent praying so so hard for someone to take this away from him. The pain he was going through in his body and in his mind. The pain that others went through on his behalf. It was hard and it’d tested his person beyond measure, but he liked to think he’d come out stronger for it on the other side. That wasn’t to say that he was perfect, not at all, and sometimes even years later he still woke at night crying and screaming from terrible nightmares.

Then Jean was always there to shush him and rub his back and help the dream to recede once more. He didn’t know exactly what Jean was thinking when he cried, when he had his own nightmares or when the day was just too overwhelming for him and he came home to him like this, but he could hazard a decent guess. So that was why he let him soak his shirt and he stroked his hair and kissed his cheeks. Why he didn’t say ‘it’s okay,’ or ‘you’ll be fine’ because it was meaningless. 

Instead he showed him he was loved and that he wasn’t going anywhere. That Jean was safe and looked after and that it was alright to break sometimes, because he could always be put back together again. 

He heard him when he came through the door. The soft sniffles and sighs, he'd heard them all before and didn't question. There was no need, he wasn't going to say anything to make it better. He knew from his own experience that words, no matter who from or how well meaning didn't get through sometimes. So instead he shucked off his jacket and toed off his boots, putting them neatly away. He went quietly and knelt before him, leaning in and kissed both closed eyes softly, squeezing his knee.

He wasn’t holding it back. Broken sobs jerked him and slid off the bed, wrapping his arms around Marco’s neck and holding onto him, hiding his face into his chest as he cried. There was no one else on this world that he would bear to see him in this state, no one but Marco. His loving, caring Marco who had suffered almost the same fate before, who went through the same pain and weakness and vulnerability. Who could really understand and just hold him in accepting silence when he needed to weep.

There was no need for words, not betwen the two of them. They’ve been through this both ways round and they both knew it would pass. That all was needed was time and patience, and that a moment of weakness wasn’t a sin. And it was only after his wild sobs calmed down a bit, when he only sniffed sadly, that Jean spoke.

"I miss your freckles…" He said quietly, raising his hand to Marco’s face, cupping his unscarred cheek and then gently stroking it with his fingertips. It was the only way he could see him now, with his touch and smell and taste and hearing and he could still ‘see’ many things he loced about him like this. His smile, his laughter, that annoyed tone in his voice, strength of his will… But none of his senses could really make up for his sight. His freckles, the exact colour of his eyes… He missed it. He missed it and sometimes it was like a stabbing in his heart that he would never see those things again.

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[freckledangelmarco]

Ahaha what is this. The song was just so good I had to draw something. Don’t look me I’m cheesy!

[freckledangelmarco]

"I wish I could tell you how much I care but all I can do is sit and stare"

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I really should draw some more Yumikuri :D

[freckledangelmarco]

I can’t wait for the day that instead of “It’s late, I have to go.” you will say “It’s late, let’s go to bed.”

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My Love In My Mirror

An AU where Jean and Marco meet through a mirror which is actually a rip in space and time. This rip allows them to see and speak to each other as if they were in right in each other’s company. They’re the only ones who can actually use the rip to communicate. No one else can see nor hear Marco’s end of the rip except Jean, and vise versa. Completely willing to seem insane to the rest of the world, they continue to sit next to their mirrors to speak and enjoy each other’s company from worlds away. 

You should know I didn’t take my time on drawing this comic because the idea has been in my head far too long and I rushed to get it out, ok. 

[freckledangelmarco]

Everything is snk and nothing hurts

oh wait

everything hurts.