Jeanmarco Oneshots

Sleepover Sunday

A.N: I'm alive still and as is this story. I'm doing the drinking age the same it is in Germany, the setting for Attack On Titan.

Jean POV:

I finally decided to celebrate my birthday for the first time since I was 13, and Marco is the only one to show up. sure, he was the only one I was really looking forward to but I thought there'd be others so I don't get as flustered or freaked out around him. He's currently smiling and helping my mom cook our homemade pizza, wearing my sisters' frilly apron saying 'Kiss the chef, f*ck the second in command' which my aunt made for her since she always helps my mom cook. THIS IS NOT HELPING!! I'm sat in the dining room playing with the ribbon on Marco's present to me while they're laughing and my mom wiped some marinara sauce from his cheek. 'I could be doing that.' My mom looked over at me while I'm jealous seething "Jean sweety, do you want to help? You can wear your cooking t-shirt." My aunt also made me a dark blue t-shirt that said 'Forget the second in command, F*ck the bartender' since only my family knew I was bi except for my dad.

"I'm not wearing my t-shirt. I can make drinks though." I said standing up and Marco looked over.

"Oh Marco, do your parents allow you to drink with others?" My mom asked softly.

Marco let out a soft chuckle as he blushed a bit "They allow me but I've never actually drunk before." I smiled slightly 'why the fuck does he have to be so cute?'

"Well, if you're comfortable, Jean can make awesome drinks. alcoholic and not so you can just ask him if you want something."

"Wait, Jean makes them?" Marco asked

"Yeah. I have been since I was 15. I just started making alcoholic ones when I was 16 when I drink them. Mom doesn't allow me to drink away from home though." Jean said before his mom smeared sauce on his nose.

"Shush. I only have that rule because I know how you are when tipsy. Which brings me to this, be careful tonight and don't overdo it like last time." She said as her voice turned from playful to serious. I have an awesome and really laid back family, excluding my radically catholic, abusive, uninvolved, homophobic, transphobic, and racist dad. Other than him, we're a really chill family. Last time was kind of a mess though because I lost count of how much I had and my body reacts late when drinking so I hadn't noticed I reached my point until it was already too late.

"What's he like when tipsy?" Marco asked with a chuckle. I glared at my mom and gave her the 'I swear to god if you tell him' look.

"He gets really giggly and even more talkative than normal. Kind of like a drunk girl." My mom said with a small chuckle. She left out the part 'He also gets really sexual and has to lock himself in his room until he calms down and sobers up' thankfully. Which is why she told me to be careful tonight because if Marco drinks, he's spending the night and will probably want to stay in my room. I'd rather not ruin our friendship by scaring him away with my libido. Oh yeah, he doesn't know I'm bi either. I'm pretty sure he's straight too. A guy having a crush on his straight guy friend, way to be unoriginal.

"Sounds fun," Marco said as the door slammed open.

"THE PARTY HAS ARRIVED!!" A voice rang from the front walkway.

"Eren, I told you to knock." A more feminine voice said. Great.

"Eren? Mikasa?" Marco asked looking towards the doorway

"And Armin" A smaller voice piped up.

"Why are you guys here?" I asked with an annoyed groan.

"To make your eighteenth birthday worth remembering, and by the looks of it, your party needs us here," Eren said, leaning against the hot oven before jumping away with a hiss. "Damn that's hot."