cabin fever - jean k x reader

The Poolhouse

cw:  mild smut, strong language

It's 7:45 AM and I'm dragging my tired, hungover body to the mess hall for breakfast. Sasha is beside me rambling about last night, but I don't hear her.

"He said he wants me to stop by the kitchen tonight after dinner!! Isn't that amazing?? I'm so excited, what do I wear?? Will I even have time to brush my hair?? What if he thinks I'm disgusting after messing in the dirt all day. This is hopeless." Sasha rants

"Oh uh ya - that sounds great." I answer, hoping it's what  she wants to hear.

"Y/N, are you even listening? What's going on with you?? Are you okay??" Sasha questions in a half concerned half annoyed tone.

"Sorry Sash, I'm just tired. I had a little too much to drink last night and didn't sleep well. We can talk about this at lunch, I promise I'll listen"

We reach the doors to the mess hall. "It's fine, Y/N. But you better tell me if something is bugging you, yeah?"

"Of course." Sasha opens the door and we see Connie sitting with Eren, we head over and take a seat. Eren is laying with his head in his arms on the table, he appears to be asleep. Connie looks chipper as ever.

"Hey guys!" Connie greets. "Truck hit you on the way here?"

"Thanks Constance. Means a lot" I sound bitchier than I mean to. "I'm just tired."

Eren looks up from the table. "You're telling me, I drank way too much last night." His face is void of any color, he looks like he's going to be sick. "You good bro?" Connie asks, and with that Eren shot up and was running to the garbage at the other side of the room.

Sasha and I finish our food and realize it's time to go to work.

"I'll see you at lunch, Sash." Sasha gives a smile and a wave and I watch her and Connie walk towards the door. I turn around and see a tall brunette walking towards me.

"Hey Y/N" It's Jean.

My brow furrows with confusion. "Uh -  Hi Jean."

"Look I just wanted to say that I am sorry if I hurt your feelings last night. I was out of line" Jean says robotically.

I look around like he should be talking to someone else, when I notice Marco standing at a nearby table staring daggers at Jean.

So that's what this is. Marco is making Jean apologize.

I scoff and look up at Jean. My stomach is starting to churn with what I assume is last night's alcohol mixed with my breakfast.

"Save it." I spit. "I know what you're doing and I don't care. Tell Marco he doesn't need to sick you on me to save face. In fact, Jean, just leave me alone. As far as I'm concerned you're a guy I don't know who has the same friends I do."

Jean looked surprised, he turned around and locked eyes with Marco, Marco shrugged.

I'm going to puke. I turn around and rush outside. The cool morning air does little to soothe the pain in my stomach. I lean behind a bush and let it rip.

I feel someone come up behind me and gently grab the hair that is very close to coming into contact with this morning's remnants. I spit what's left of my breakfast out and look up.

Reiner.

"Oh god." I accidentally say out loud.

"Sorry I uh - I saw you over here and thought I could help. Sorry if I uhm overstepped, I just -" I cut him off. "It's fine, really don't worry about it, thanks for the help" I give a soft smile and wipe the tears from my eyes that brewed while I was spewing into the bush.