Blind Hearts, Obsessed Minds {JeanMarco !COLLEGE AU!}

Photos- Jean POV

NSFW WARNING: There will be warnings when the smut starts and ends :)

Me and Marco sat cross legged on his bed, our game controllers tossed to the side and thankfully, Bertolt out with Reiner.

Today is Wednesday, two days before the start of Christmas break and two days before we were set to go down to Jinae.

I've already collected some gifts for him, things I know he'll love but nothing super fancy or overbearingly expensive. I know he wouldn't appreciate me buying him something like jewelry right now. I hoped it was enough but at the same time, I hoped I wasn't bombarding him with gifts. We've only been dating for half a month and I knew better than to go spending so much money on a young relationship but he's also my best friend, and I wanted him to know how much I appreciate him. Unfortunately, the only way I really know how to do that is to give things to him. I buy him coffee in the mornings, dinner some nights and I picked him up a Firefly Squishmallow that now rested on his bed. He hasn't said anything but it was obvious that it flustered him and he constantly offered to pay when we went out. Though, I have no qualms about spending the money my parents give me and I would feel guilty about Marco spending his money on me. Maybe that's wrong, but I absolutely want to spoil the hell out of my boyfriend because he deserves it.

Now we sat, dialing his mother to tell her that there would be an extra kid staying in her home this coming week, and an extra mouth to feed.

Marco's leg bounced a bit as the phone rang once, then twice and then three times before an audible click.

"Marco?" His mother said through the phone. She sounded a bit concerned for her son calling her though you could hear that she was a bubbly, older woman with a slight Italian accent.

"Hi Mama." He said back, sighing heavily, trying to release his nerves. I gently placed my fingerless gloved hand on his knee, rubbing it in small circles, hoping it helped him out.

"Are you alright, mio figlio?" Ms. Bodt said on the other line. Marco nodded despite her not being able to see.

"Yes, yes. I just uh...had something I wanted to tell you." He looked up at me sheepishly, a crooked and nervous smile on his lips as he bit the nails on his free hand.

"Sí? Yes?" She pushed, sounding a bit rushed but still concerned for her son. He gulped. He brought his eyes up to meet mine and I nodded encouragingly despite my nerves firing off as well.

"I uh, I have a boy coming home for Christmas." He scratched his neck at the pause on the other side of the line.

"Ah! I'm very happy for you, mio figlio!" She cheered before asking. "Is he a good boy? Does he treat you good? How long have you been together?"

Marco rolled his eyes and let out a playful smile.

"Sí Mama, he treats me very well. We've been seeing each other since the beginning of the month, though we've been hanging out a lot these past three months." He explained. I heard Ms. Bodt suck in a sharp breath on the other end of the line.

"Is he with you?" She asked, and his eyes met mine, confused. I just matched his expression and shrugged.

"Yes, why?" He asked and it was a moment before she responded again.

"Sono preoccupato. Vi frequentate da tre settimane e vuoi portarlo a casa? Sei sicura?" I couldn't understand anything she said but Marco just rolled his eyes.

"Sí Mama, ne sono certo, è molto bravo e voglio che vi conosca." He spoke and I couldn't help but look at him in shock. This was the first time I'd heard him speak Italian and holy shit...you know when people say accents are sexy? Yeah, fuck that, Marco speaking Italian was sexier than literally anyone else's voice. I couldn't help but imagine him talking dirty to me in Italian.