"(y/n), are you coming tonight?" Jean asked while they both sparred.

"Sure thing," she panted. This was the last day of the week and they would usually spend it by hanging out together and indulging in sinful drinking- mostly by Jean.

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"Cheers," Jean slurred, drinking from his 8th drink. His face was red.

"No, you've had enough," she pulled the bottle back down onto the table.

"(y/n) stop being a buzzkill, I've only had like... 2" he swatted her off and pinched her nose. He leaned in closer, squinting his eyes. "...So cute, heh." he laughed. She remembered the first time that he complimented her; he was drunk and probably didn't know what he was saying. She was used to it now.

"Yep, you're done." she got up from the seat and helped him up. It was difficult for her to walk him out of the mess hall and into his room, since he was stumbling onto other soldiers and tables. There were too many instances she had to apologize on his behalf for insulting other soldiers and badmouthing Eren.

"No, no... I'm fine, I'm fine (y/n) stop." he sniffed and moved away from her, swaying, trying to stand firm. "Look, I'm... still fine... I'm-I'm... Look, I'm fine... I'm standing still.. see?"

"Jean, you're done for the night. I'm going to take you to your room." she took him by the waist again, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. This was the routine for her every week; she would be the one responsible for taking him back to his room, hoping not to puke out all the alcohol he drank.

"Are you going to stay in my room with me, (y/n)?" he gasped, "Are we... going to do it...?!" he put a hand to his mouth.

"No, I'm just going to take you to your room so you can sleep and not bother me, okay?" she responded. She felt like she was talking to a child.

"mhm.." he nodded. She sighed as she walked him.

He gasped once again, stopping infront of his room. "Wait... (y/n)... are we going to do it..?!" he asked again, slurring his words. "Why are- why are we infront... of my room? I knew... you had a crush on me..." he laughed, leaning on the wall beside his door.

"No, for the second time, Jean. I just took you to your room. Idiot," she rolled her eyes. "You owe me for this."

She opened the door and helped him lay on his bed. "I don't... want to sleep yet, (y/n)." he sat.

"Then what are you going to do?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"Sit beside me," he patted beside him and grinned and dropped his head to the side.

She couldn't resist, since he would usually be asleep by the time she left, but tonight, she'd have to deal with a drunk Jean until he fell asleep.

She sighed and sat beside him.

"Y-you know what?" he hiccuped between his words, tapping on her lap with his finger.

"What?" she asked.

"Ere-" he laughed, "Eren is so dumb." he swayed. "He smells like- he smells like the boy's toilet." he laughed again, hiccuping.

She chuckled, it was funny to see him drunk like this. He was better at insults when he was drunk than when he wasn't. "Okay, Jean."

"You know what..?" he looked at her.

"What?" she asked. He looked around, not responding, then down at her hand.

"I want to see your hand..." he grabbed it and started poking her palm, he hiccupped.

"Jean, I think it's time for yo-"

"You know what?" he asked again and cut her off.

"What?" she answered. Again.

"Eren's so dumb" he laughed, "... He smells like-"

"The boy's toilet, I know." she said in unison with him.

He gasped, "You're... you're a psychic!"

"Yeah, okay. Go to bed." she urged him.

He looked at her and stopped poking her palm "You have to promise to stay though, I don't want you to leave (y/n)! I don't want you to leave!" he wrapped his arms around her and didn't let go.

"If I stay, will you sleep?"

"mhm," he nodded, then hiccuped, "But... I still want to talk... (y/n), I want to tell you secrets." he started humming.

She felt awkward, she didn't know what to do since Jean was still clinging onto her. "Okay, t-tell me your secrets then."

He leaned in closer to her ear and cupped his hands, "Don't tell (y/n)..." he whispered.

"... Sure." she replied. She wanted to know what his secret was concerning her. She knew it was wrong to take advantage of his drunken stupor to find out whatever he has to say about her, but she didn't have a choice.

"She's... really pretty and stuff..." he whispered again. "Her face... so cute... and she's nice to me... and she smells nice..." he slurred, "Unlike Eren. Eren is- he is so mean to me.. it's because he smells like... the- the boys' toilet." he whined.

She blushed, even though whatever he said when he was drunk was meaningless.

"And you want to know another secret?" he asked, putting a finger on his lips.

She looked at him and nodded.

"I... I like her," he chuckled, "a lot." he continued. "It's funny because... I told you my secret about (y/n)... and you're (y/n)... so," he chuckled again, "You can't tell yourself the secrets." he pinched her cheeks.

She blushed an even deeper shade of red, not saying anything.

"Sleep beside.. me," he hiccuped "(y/n). Pleeeeeease..." he pleaded. "I already told you my secret, so you can't get out!" he clinged onto her again.

"Okay, I will." she complied.

"Y..yay!" he positioned himself on the bed and pulled her, "come, sleep here." he patted beside him.

She got on beside him, facing away, and pulled the blanket up to her chin.

He wrapped his arm around her, and before she knew it, he had passed out.

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Morning came and she woke up next to Jean- hid underneath the blanket, grunting and complaining about the pain in his head.

He peeked through and made a hiss as the sun hit his eyes, then hid back underneath the blanket.

"Goodmorning," he greeted with a small smile, and pulled her closer and put the blanket over her head.

"Uh, hey. Goodmorning." she greeted back. "You're probably wondering why I'm here... do you remember anything?"

"I remember some aspects of it," he replied groggily, running a hand over his face.

"Like when you told me your sec-"

"Alright, alright, alright," he stopped her, "I remember that part... that's why you're here... shit, I'm so stupid." he shook his head slowly and turned to face the ceiling. He laughed, "I wasn't supposed to tell anyone."

"Don't worry. You told me not to tell myself, so I'll keep it a secret. But you really shouldn't have kept it to yourself. You could have told me" she laughed.

He growled, "Shush," he pinched her nose. "I didn't think you'd like me back."

"Well, I do." she pulled the blanket off of their heads, making him hiss in agony. "Let's go get you something to eat." She got up from the bed and stretched.

He pulled her back down on the bed, "No, not yet." he clinged onto her waist. "Make me feel better. My head hurts."

(A/N) Hi
Wooo drunk Jean
Sorry if its not accurate, with the drinking and all, the only close encounter I've had with drunk people are with my friends and some old man in a wedding. So yeah.
Sorry Hetalia_and_others that I couldn't do it as jeanxreaderxlevi
I couldn't think up a proper plot. ;-;
but I hope you like what I have come up with.
Thank you for reading!!