There it Goes - Jean X Reader

Toxic

Walking down the dark street your voices echoed off the tall buildings lining the road. You pulled your jacket closer round your shoulders and listened to the playful debate that raged behind you.

'Definitely Hive Connie, because then we can leave at 2:30 and still make it to the kebab shop before it closes,' Sasha was saying, with the feral glint in her eye that she only got when food was at stake.

'Nah, I'm telling you Sash,' Connie replied, 'we can go Why Not, leave at like 2, and then run to the kebab shop and still make it in time.'

'Hang on, hang on,' Jean said from just behind you. 'You want us to run across, like, half the city at 2am, just for a kebab?' He'd been right next to you for most of the walk from your flat into town, chatting to you whilst occasionally dropping back to speak to Sasha and Connie. You kept sneaking looks at Eren to see if he was paying attention. Was it your imagination or was he casting you jealous glances? You were almost certain that he was. You half wished you'd 'forgotten' to bring your jacket so that you could borrow Jean's and really rub it in Eren's face.

Sasha's voice cut through your revenge fantasies in a scandalised shriek. 'Just for a kebab? Just for a kebab?'

'Oh man, now you've done it.' Connie shook his head. 'I thought you knew better than that.'

'Really Jean? I'm disappointed in you.' Sasha said. You glanced behind you to see her glowering at Jean, her arms crossed. 'You know this is the best post-night out food in Paradis. If you wouldn't run across the city for a kebab, then, well, I'm not sure we can be friends anymore.'

'Okay, okay jeez,' Jean put his hands up in surrender. 'Of course I'll come get food with you, don't panic.' He turned back to you and lowering his voice, said 'Sometimes I think that girl only goes out clubbing as an excuse to get a snack on the way home.'

You scoffed. 'I've said that exact same thing before.'

Jean laughed. 'Have you ever been to Why Not before?'

'Nope,' you replied. 'I've heard it's fun though.'

'Oh it is, I've been a couple times,' Jean replied, then launched into telling a story that involved some of his rugby friends on a night out at Why Not, a horse-face mask, and some banana peel. You couldn't help but laugh as the story unfolded and each development was funnier than the last. By the time Jean declared 'And that's the story behind why all my friends call me horse-face!' you were gasping for breath, hardly able to get your words out.

'Wait, wait, wait,' you wheezed, wiping a tear of laughter from your eye. 'The bouncer ripped your shirt off?'

'Pretty much, yeah!' Jean said, looking rather pleased with himself for the reception that his story had garnered. 'He grabbed the back of my shirt to throw me out, but that's when my shirt ripped. And then I was just standing in the road outside the club with my shirt in tatters.'

'Wearing a horse mask?'

'Yeah! And so then the bouncer yelled, 'Get out of here horse-face!' and so I had to walk home with no shirt on. And I guess that horse-face kinda stuck.' He shrugged, then glanced at you, still howling with laughter. 'Glad you're so entertained by my misfortune.'

'Oh I always find joy in male humiliation,' you replied, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. 'Are they gonna let you in tonight?'

'Oh sure they are,' Jean said, breezily. 'It's not like they know who I am, I was wearing a horse mask after all.'

You chuckled again, finally catching your breath. 'And everyone saw?'

'Yup.' He nodded, glazing over his shoulder to look at the rest of the group, 'Erm, Reiner and Bert were there, Ymir was there, uhh, Marco, Eren and Connie too. Everyone. Lucky me, I'll never live it down.'