Author's note: Hey there! I decided to do some Jean one shots. Reading SmexySensei's Jean one shot got me motivated. I know Jean isn't everyone's favorite (lord knows why, I love this man nearly as much as Levi) but if he is, please enjoy the ensuing fluff and stuff. kthanksbai

(N/N) = the nickname you're usually called, or one you would prefer. If you don't have one, then just think of your name. Example: My name is Tiana, most people call me T, Tia, or Mama Tia (lol yes).

Get it? Got it ? Good!

Word count: 4040

***

"Why is every holiday just another excuse to drink?" you asked with a certain amount of annoyance. The night air was frigid, your breath visibly billowing out before your lips as you and your five girlfriends trudged through the snow-covered grounds.

"I don't need the excuse. I drink whenever I please," said Annie quietly behind you. You chuckled and pulled your coat around you tighter because the wind picked up.

"Jeezus, it's cold," you whined to yourself.

Sasha fell beside you, in time with your steps and linked arms with yours. "Don't be lame, (your name)," she said in a chipper tone. "We're all heading back home for the holidays next week so this is the only chance we all have to celebrate together."

"We should be studying for finals," you replied. You pushed back the rising dread that was beginning to cloud your mind; you had heaps of assignments and studying you needed to be doing, not attending some douchey college Christmas party.

"Jean will be there," teased Ymir from in front of you, arm around her partner's shoulders. Krista glanced back at you from beneath Ymir's hold and giggled. Heat flushed over your cheeks just slightly but you resolved to roll your eyes as if you were unconcerned.

"What's your point?" you snapped, realizing Sasha also was stifling a laugh. You discretely pinched in her in the side, causing her to leap away from you to assume a strange fighting position and hiss at you like an angry cat.

"The point is you like him, right?" said Mikasa blandly. "So get him off my back."

You frowned at this. Jean has had a crush on her for almost two years now, ever since Eren had introduced them. Jean had asked her out a few times, only to be rejected so poignantly each time that you were surprised Jean kept pursuing her. He never seemed to be put out, as he took it more of a challenge than anything else.

Jean and you were close; the both of you were majoring in biochemical engineering and shared many of the same classes together. You often paired up with him for projects, exchanged notes, and even shared nearly a dozen all-nighter study sessions since your freshman year. In those times, you've gently tried to tell him to give up on Mikasa, as her interests were elsewhere, particularly in Eren. However, Jean was stubborn and he always told you that he couldn't give up on someone so perfect, someone so beautiful.

Hearing that was always a blow to your ego and there were some days you held mild resentment towards Mikasa. You knew she was not at fault and that all she wanted was for Jean to give up, but it was difficult at times to not get angry with her lack of interest. In the end though, Jean liked her a lot, and you told him you would support his decisions regardless.

Still, Jean was Jean and he liked to flirt. Most of the time it was harmless since he wasn't interested in anyone but Mikasa, but he did like to tease you significantly. It did not help your case in trying to quell your feelings for him, as it always stirred your heart and made you blush. That being said, you always took the opportunity to flirt back merely for playful banter's sake.

Finally, you made it to one of the local fraternity houses for the university that the party was being held at. Upon approach, it appeared the party was already in full-swing, Christmas music blaring from the open windows and strobe lights of all colors flashing wildly from within.

It wasn't that you didn't enjoy a good party every now and then, but you were a responsible young adult. Wasting your time here, possibly having to babysit some drunk girl, was not your first idea of fun. At the very least, the house was within walking distance to your own house that the six of you girls rented out and none of you had to be the designated driver.

Your friends weren't much of the party types either if you thought of it, especially Annie or Mikasa. Yet here you all were, steadily getting closer to the house.

Much to your surprise, there were not as many people as you expected there to be, especially for a university party. You were sure that word would have gotten out enough and the kickback would turn into a full blown shenanigan. Still, there was a handful of people that you weren't familiar with, or at least not well acquainted with.

You were required to wear something Christmas themed in order to get in. Typical for a college party. You, Annie, and Mikasa all chose to wear basic Christmas colored clothing. Sasha decided on wearing reindeer antlers and painted her nose red to be Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer and Krista dressed up as an elf. What surprised you the most, however, was that Ymir dressed up at Santa Claus; you could only assume that Krista's begging put her up to this.

Upon entering, Mikasa disappeared in seconds within the house, no doubt either looking for Eren and Armin or hiding from Jean...or both. Ymir pulled Krista through the small crowd in the living room and out of sight, probably to the makeshift bar while Annie was approached by her friends Reiner and Bertolt.

That left you and Sasha, who was tugging at your arm. "Let's find the food first before we grab a drink."

You agreed, not willing to drink anything on a completely empty stomach, though you knew Sasha had her own reasons. One of your mutual friends, Connie, was also standing by the tables of Christmas themed food and waved you two over.

"Sasha, (your name)!" he shouted over the music. Connie was also decked out in reindeer attire, which caused you and Sasha to laugh.

The pair of you squeezed through some people who were chatting, all with beers or other drinks. You made sure to not bump them so none of them would get angry at their spilled drinks but it was difficult when some of them refused to move. Just as you approached the spacious kitchen, a firm grip caught your forearm.

"About damn time you got here, girl. I was waiting for you," said a familiar voice in your ear. Even through the din and chill, this teasingly seductive voice brought warmth to your heart. The fact that he went out of his way to come and find you made your heart leap with excitement. Sasha glanced at who it was and she gripped your hand in encouragement. After a second, she abandoned you for Connie and food, but you were completely fine with it.

You turned, finding Jean standing there with a beer in hand and wide grin on his face. His golden eyes were bright with a certain amount of delight as he was genuinely happy you decided to come. You began to smile back when your eyes caught the red sweater he was sporting proudly. If you jingle my bells, I'll give you a white Christmas, it read across his chest.

"What the hell is this?" you said while tugging on the sweater with the most disapproving expression Jean has ever seen you hold.

He was unperturbed and flashed you a impish smirk. "You like it?"

"It's crass," you said flatly while he smoothed over his sweater.

"So you like it."

You couldn't help the sharp exhale that escaped you. "Only you would wear something so stupid, Jean."

He took a sip of his beer, still holding a wry smile. "You still haven't said you don't like it," he said, leaning over so that his face was close to yours. A painful swooping sensation occurred in your stomach and you backed up.

"I think it's very you," you replied. There was a part of you that didn't appreciate it but because Jean was the one wearing it, it had a certain amount of charm that only you found attractive.

"Oh, c'mon (N/N)!" Jean exclaimed suddenly. "I wore this thing for you!"

Again, your stomach seized at his words and you had to actively hide your blush. You pushed him away with an uneasy laugh. "Yeah, yeah. We both know you wore it for Mikasa."

Jean cracked his usual smirk at this. "Eh, you keep thinking that," he said, patting your cheek roughly, "but this time was really for you. You know, to lighten up."

You shook your head, despite the grin that was slowly overtaking your visage. "Where's Marco?" you asked to divert the subject.

Jean shrugged again. "Not sure. I think he is with Eren and Armin...but who cares? Let's get you a drink!"

"W-wait!" you cried as he seized your arm and practically dragged you to the bar in the next room. You didn't want to make a fuss but you were not very keen on drinking anything.

"Jack and coke for the lady!" Jean slapped a hand on the makeshift bar table with spirit, making the glass tip jar jump slightly.

"Uh, a beer is fine. Anything really," you hastily corrected. The bartender looked between you and Jean silently; you flashed him desperate eyes, trying to get him to understand you did not want to drink that much.

"Don't listen to her," Jean told the guy behind the bar. "She can drink some of these guys here under the table. Jack and coke."

You promptly smacked Jean in the arm, which he ignored, for outing you about your drinking habits. You weren't exactly proud that your tolerance was so high but you couldn't help that, as it was not as if you drank regularly. Your body just seems to handle it better than most.

The bartender produced your drink after a moment and Jean threw a couple dollars into the tip jar before taking your hand to pull you back through the house. You wondered vaguely how much he had already had to drink, as he seemed a little more boisterous than normal. Not that you minded, of course; you were privately overjoyed that he was singling you out with his attention.

Jean brought you to another large space, where significantly less people were, and collapsed onto the couch. He pat his leg a few times.

"Come sit on Santa's lap."

You snorted. "No thanks, perv," you said, sitting down beside him and instead, threw your legs over his. Jean feigned a hurt expression.

"Lame," he sighed, swigging his beer and letting his eyes rest on the others in the room. You sipped your drink through a tiny straw and settled into people-watching too. The felt the alcohol warm up your stomach and reminded yourself to drink slow since you hadn't eaten in hours.

The pair of you said nothing for a while, but the silence was not uncomfortable; you were used to this from all the studying you've done together. That aside, all the chatter and music was enough to fill your brain with enough noise to last you into the next year. You were happy to spend time with Jean like this, one-on-one, without homework or others to bother you.

Jean was idly tapping your leg with his free hand in time to the remixed Christmas music, looking completely content with the situation.

Your eyes caught familiar figures wandering through the room, oblivious to you and Jean chilling on the couch. You couldn't help but glance at Jean, since Mikasa was one of those people, but he only looked at her, still patting your leg without missing a beat.

"You're not going to say hi?" you asked in surprise. That was very unlike him.

Jean shrugged, setting down the empty beer bottle on the side table next to him. "Nah, maybe later," he said dismissively. "She'll probably just get annoyed with me anyways, like she always does."

Your brows drew in together. That was first time he ever said anything about Mikasa in a less than positive light. Normally, he was aggressive when any chance to talk to her came up.

"Wow," you said, baffled. "History in the making right here."

"Shut up." Jean pinched your thigh, causing you to nearly spill your drink. "It's not like I'm obsessed with her."

"Yeah, you are," you said, sipping your drink again. "You get tongue-tied around her and start blushing."

He rolled his eyes. "You always make it out like that, but it's not like that at all."

Jean's tone was firm and absolute, as if he was challenging you to disagree. You hesitated to say anything because you did not want his mood to turn sour on you, so you resolved to remain silent. After a minute, he reached over to take your Jack and Coke, and sucked half of it out of the straw.

"Hey!" You swiped your drink back as he scrunched up his face with distaste.

"How the hell do you drink that?" said Jean, making a choking sound. "Nasty ass shit."

Without breaking his gaze, you finished off your drink and set it down on the coffee table with a triumphant grin. "Like a boss."

"Yeah, whatever."

You continued to chat idly with Jean about anything and everything. From making fun of some stumbling drunks, to watching who was hooking up with who, to what you were both going to do when you both went home next week for winter break. None of your friends, mutual or otherwise, came to interrupt you two but Jean did not seem to have a care in the world about that.

It was difficult though.

This time with him meant everything to you and you knew that it did not mean the same to him. You had been trying to push aside your feelings for this mildly arrogant, hotheaded man for months now but he made it so hard. There were times when he was genuinely kind and his loyalty to his friends was fierce. Unlike Mikasa, who was devoted solely to Eren, Jean put all of those close to him before himself. Most didn't know that though. Most people thought he was self-centered to the core.

But you've seen the other sides of him. You enjoyed the time you spent with him and how comfortable he was around you. His flirtatious innuendos aside, you truly did adore him.

Presently, Jean had just gotten you both another round of drinks. Once he handed you yours, he laid himself on the couch with his head in your lap and his feet up on the armrest.

"I'm surprised you're not out there dancing or whatever it is you do..." you said, watching most of the party-goers dance to a non-Christmas EDM song. You wouldn't really call it dancing, as it most of them were grinding on each other, among other vaguely sexual reminiscent moves.

Jean glanced over at them as well, before he closed his eyes. "Not interested. This is more entertaining."

You smiled to yourself before you pat him on his head. "Don't fall asleep, Jingle Bells."

"Like I could," he said with a scoff, ignoring the name. After a moment, he put up an arm to fistpump in time with the music. You laughed while he pretended to look into it, despite laying down.

"There, I danced."

You slow clapped for him to mock him. "Wow, such skill."

Jean only narrowed his eyes at you before returning his attention to his beer.

The silence between you returned while you watched your friends dance, all of them laughing and having a good time. You were enjoying yourself immensely despite so little to drink and just talking the night away.

Jean sat up suddenly. "I need some air," he said as he stood up. Without much time to protest, he pulled you off the couch and guided you to the outside porch.

He pulled the sliding glass door shut, though the music was still incredibly loud from outside, and promptly swept away left-over snow on the deck. Once cleared, you both sat down on the steps, looking up at the now clear night sky. Jean moved to sit close to you so that you both would stay warm, despite your heavy winter coat and scarf.

"Wasn't it snowing like, four hours ago?" you asked, surprised that there wasn't a cloud in sight. The only thing you could see were stars upon stars, as the moon wasn't even out tonight.

Jean stared up at the stars with you, both of you blowing out visible breath quietly. "Yeah, but it's pretty clear now. It's nice."

"Except that it's cold as shit," you said. You unwound your scarf and wrapped it around Jean's neck since all he was wearing was his dumb sweater.

"Thanks."

It went quiet, yet again. However, there was a strange tension between you two and it caught you off guard. You were fine two minutes ago but this feeling was unmistakable. Suddenly, it felt awkward now that you were completely alone with him. You wanted to say something because your unease was steadily growing but you had no idea what to say.

You continued to stare out at the expanse of wilderness that was the backyard, the darkness eating up the light from the house. You loved that about the university though; the houses around it were backed into forest upon forest, the tall trees weighted with fresh snow.

"Hey, can I tell you something?" said Jean beside you. His voice sounded strained, almost embarrassed and you raised an eyebrow at him in curiosity.

"Of course, what's wrong?"

He wouldn't meet your gaze but you could see his honey-colored eyes focused into the trees beyond, deep in thought. His profile was handsome, you've always loved to look at him from this angle for some strange reason. You liked the way his two-toned hair fell, the way his dark sideburns contrasted against the ash colored hair on top.

Jean's face began to flush fiercely but you barely noticed it in such dim lighting. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, gathering his courage up internally.

You put a hand on his knee to comfort him, unaware of what he was struggling with mentally. He opened his eyes at your touch, gazing at your gloved hand with mixed emotions. After a moment, he turned his gaze, his eyes searching yours.

"Jean?"

Without a second thought, his cold, bare fingers gripped you by the chin and he leaned in. Your eyes widened dramatically at his audacity and finally aware of how red his face was. He hesitated, his lips a whisper away from yours. You could see the uncertainty building in his eyes, as if questioning his intention.

He slowly began to pull away in reconsideration.

You automatically closed the gap, pressing your lips gently against his. You didn't care if he had doubts or why he had them, because it was clear enough now that the feelings you had for him were at least somewhat mutual. You assumed that he never saw you this way...that it was always Mikasa whom he adored.

It was a long, blissful moment before Jean pulled away enough so he could gaze into your eyes again, his hand cupping your cheek. You both stared at each other, processing all the emotions and what the kiss implied. There was a shy smile tugging at his lips though he looked as if he was fighting it and trying to appear unfazed with what had just occurred.

Words escaped you. You hoped he would say something because you certainly couldn't.

"You know I've liked you for a while now, right?" he said finally. This time, you blushed and you turned away from him. You absently touched your lips while he spoke. "I just...thought that you didn't feel the same way since you kept encouraging Mikasa on me. No matter how much I flirted with you, or whatever hints I kept dropping, it didn't seem to mean anything. And I mean...yeah, I liked Mikasa before but..."

Jean was staring out at the snow before him again, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

"But...somewhere along the way," he continued, "I knew that I wanted you more. You know, 'cause you're always there for me...and you're more than just pretty to me, you know? Ah, I can't explain it, really...."

You chuckled at this and he snapped an angry yet self-conscious stare at you. He did not like that you were laughing at his expense.

"Oi! Stop laughing! I'm serious right now!"

"I know," you replied, smiling broadly now and lacing your fingers with his. "...I'm not going to tell you how I feel."

Jean grimaced. "Why not?"

You stifled your giggle with your free hand. "Because I know you already know."

"What!?" cried Jean, his expression liken to that of a child in a tantrum. "That's not even fair! You definitely should say it too!"

"It's totally fair!" you countered. "It's been unrequited love on my end for years."

"Shut up, no it hasn't," Jean snapped.

You were happy though. Despite the confession, you were friends still; that part would never change. Of course, you weren't sure what this meant for you now, whether you were just dating now or in a relationship, but you knew Jean's honesty would clear that up in time. You weren't particularly worried.

But he felt the same as you...and your heart was filled with emotions too vast to describe. It wasn't just happiness. It was something more than that, something you wouldn't tell him now but you've known it for so long.

It was love.

Jean crossed his arms in a huff. "Whatever, I only kissed you because of the mistletoe."

"The wha...?" you trailed off before turning your gaze to the balcony above your head. Sure enough, a little mistletoe hung beneath it and you laughed.

"Technically, I kissed you," you said airily. "So, that shit doesn't fly."

"Oh yeah?" His tone was challenging. "Fine then."

Without warning, he lunged at you and before you could react, you found your back to the ground and your arms pinned down with his hands. He kissed you deeply this time and you weren't able to hold back the noise of astonishment that escaped you. Jean gave you little time to respond to his movements because once you began to kiss him back, he pulled away again, leaving you breathless.

"Now you have no room to say that I didn't kiss you!" he said, getting off of you and pulling you to a stand.

"It's not a damn competition, Jingle Bells," you said teasingly.

"Oh, shut up," Jean sighed, before interlocking his cold fingers with yours. "You're never going to let this one go, huh?"

You grinned at him. "Never."

Jean scoffed before he gazed into the house with a new light in his eyes. He was happy, truly happy. After all this time, he finally found the courage to tell you that it was you for so long. Your smile, your cute little hands, the way you blush when he would whisper sexual innuendos in your ear...it was you that he had wanted.

He put a hand at the back of your neck and pulled you into another lingering kiss. It was such a simple kiss, but it conveyed more than his words ever could.

"Let's dance," Jean said after he pulled away. "Just try to keep up with me."