#NewYearsKissEvent

[marshmellowfluff221]

hi!! can you do a jean from AOT new years kiss fanfic? 🥺

Head empty, just Jean

Event

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"Sasha!" A shriek rang over the music and conversations of the party. The shriek had come from your lips and was due to the wet spot coating the front of your shirt.

"Sorry- I'm so sorry Y/n." Sasha fussed over you, dropping the cup in her hand, not worrying about the contents since it had been splattered all over your front. She grabbed handfuls of napkins, shoving them onto the fabric of your shirt. You quickly grabbed her hands, now calm from the initial shock.

"It's fine, you just scared me." You breathed out, placing a hand over your heart. The small group of friends that was at the party had all focused on the interaction.

"You should change Y/n." Armin suggests. "Don't want you to get cold."

"Oh- I didn't bring any other clothes..." You look over your shoulder to the boy and let out a nervous laugh. His lips turn into a frown.

"Don't worry." You turn around as another male speaks up. Jean appears in your line of sight, hands stuffed into his pockets as he steps up. "I got a shirt you can borrow."

"You don't have to-" You start, shaking your head. It was his house afterall, of course he'd have a shirt here. Connie lived here as well, but he didn't seem to speak up and offer a piece or clothing. As your eyes met Sasha's, you knew this had been planned.

Heat traveled up the back of your neck and to your cheeks, flushing them red. Everyone knew of your little crush on Jean, except Jean. It was like a bad romantic comedy. Minus the romance. It was juat a comedy.

"Nah." He shakes his head. "Come on."

Jean turns around and starts for the stairs. You quickly follow after a nudge from Sasha. Conversations resume as you begin the climb up the steps behind him.

"Sasha's pretty clumsy, huh?" Jean speaks, making small talk. If you weren't so nervous yourself, you'd notice the slight shake in his voice.

"Yeah." Was all you said.

He stopped at a door on the right side of the hall and pushed it open, letting you step in first. This wasn't the first time in his room, but it felt different today. As you stepped over to his bed you took a seat at the edge, your wet shirt pressing against your skin. At least the coolness of the fruit punch kept your body at a normal temperature.

"Let me just find it." Jean says, turning to his dresser. He pulls open a drawer and digs through. A silence fills the room before he speaks up again. "It's almost midnight, ready for the new year?"

"Yeah," You smile. "I'm really gonna focus this year."

"You haven't been focusing now?" Jean snorts, looking at you over his shoulder. "Y/n you're almost top of the class- at least top 10. You're amazing, what do you mean by focusing?"

Your eyes widen at the compliment, noticing Jean quickly turning his attention back to the clothes.

"U-uh well, I've been focusing on this crush too much- and I don't know..."

"Crush?" He asks, closing the drawer and opening a second one. "Who is it?"

"Jean!" You straighten up, the heat on your cheeks growing. "You can't just ask that."

"Why not?" Jean shrugs, glancing back at you again. "If you don't say anyone I'll just assume it's me." He pulled that smirk of his before glancing away again. You remained silent as he grabbed a lump of a shirt and threw it towards you. "Hurry and change."

You unrolled the shirt, taking a look at the design on the front. With an amused smile you said, "I didn't know you liked My Little Pony."

Jean immediately tensed, turning around to face you as you held up the shirt. "That's not mine." He pointed a finger at it as if it was a spider.

"You sure?" You asked, standing up. "It was in your drawer..."

"Sasha probably put it there." Jean blurted out.

"Uh huh- how about I go show her this and see if she recognizes it." You snicker, walking to the door. Before you can make it, Jean slips in front of you, his hands on your shoulders.

"No- don't. Eren won't let me live that one down." Jean pleads, reaching for the shirt. You hold it out of his reach, a smirk upon your lips.

"An even better reason." You retort, slipping past him and towards the door. A chanting could be heard from downstairs. It must almost be midnight. You and Jean both heard it.

Three

Jean grabs onto your wrist, pulling you back from the door.

Two

You turn to face him, holding the shirt behind your back.

One

Jean leans forward, capturing your lips with his. You freeze on the spot, feeling his fingers slip to your hands and yank the shirt out from your grip. You part from the kiss, eyes wide and blush covered faces.

"Happy New Year Y/n." Jean smirks, holding up the shirt.

"Did you just- hold on, how do I process what just happened," You press a hand over your mouth, still shocked at the kiss you had just shared.

"You want an actual shirt to change into while you think?" Jean asks, taking a small step back. You gave him a small nod to which he laughed at.

And that's how your new year started.