okay this dragged on forever, and i feel like it wasnt well executed but wtv. i had the idea and i just wrote.
also i promise after this i'll be back to one piece i just needed to indulge in jean for a sec.
OKAY LOVE YOU GUYS BYE!!!
(not proofread,word count 1172)
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You couldn't stand this anymore. You were so sick of hearing the same repetitive tap of rain against glass for hours. It was late, and you were tossing and turning, unable to get any rest. You groaned, and reached for your phone. Typing in the password, you opened the contacts app and pressed on his name.
Right as you were about to press the call button, you checked the clock. 2:18 am. It would be cruel to call your doting boyfriend at the ass crack of dawn, but you had been awake for hours now, and he was the only remedy.
There was a raspy groan and the sounds of rustling bed sheets. "Y/n?" He said, that husky morning voice poking through. He yawned softly. "What's up? It's kinda late," he murmured into the phone. You were already starting to regret waking your poor boyfriend up from his sleep. After all, you knew he was not a morning person, and he would avoid waking up early at all costs. "Hey, Jean...sorry I know it's late. I just can't sleep and...I dunno I just thought talking to you would help," you admitted, sitting up against the headboard, snuggling a pillow in your arms. There was a moment of silence, where you had to check if he had hung up, before he chuckled dryly, "Oh, sorry baby." You heard the all too familiar strained groan he did when he was stretching. "Sorry for calling so late babe," you adjusted your legs, preparing for some small talk, but before you could utter a thought he cut in. "Hey I gotta use the bathroom I'll call you back okay? Love you," he mumbled. You tried to stutter up a response before he hung up but you were too late. The deafening silence between phone lines was all you needed to indulge in the guilt of waking him up so early.
You knew Jean well, and you knew he wasn't gonna call back. Now, you weren't sure if it was the lack of sleep or that sad excuse of a comforting phone call with your boyfriend, but you felt tears brewing. All you wanted was to talk with Jean for a bit until you felt tired, which somehow always worked, due to his soothing deep voice. You should have known better than to call him at two in the morning though. Any normal person would be upset if they were woken up at two in the morning because their partner was cursed with the unfortunate inability to fall asleep. You frowned. Now you were being dramatic.
You decided to wait a couple more minutes, hopeful that Jean would call back, but alas, you were right. He never called back. You sighed, and slipped yourself back under the covers, settling on the idea of trying to get comfortable for what seemed like the millionth time. However, right as you snuggled up in your warm fluffy blanket, you heard the all too familiar tap of knuckles on wood.
A small gasp sounded from your cocoon-like swaddle of blankets underneath the covers. You pushed the white silk sheets back so fast they nearly fell off your bed. Did he seriously...? You threw open the door to your bedroom, preparing yourself to open the door to your small house and see your loving, handsome boyfriend at the door, arms wide open and ever so comforting.
But, boy, were you wrong.
Instead, you were met with the sight of your cat, Marco, knocking cups over onto your wooden table. Your eagerness deflated, and now you were scowling at your cat, and he was scowling back at you. "Don't look at me like that silly," you muttered as you picked him up off the table and took him to your room. It was hard to stay mad at such a cute kitty. You had tried to cuddle with your cat earlier, but even he was able to languish in some sleep. Marco jumped down onto the other side of the bed and curled up, ready to sleep. You sighed, and right as you were gonna climb back in bed, you heard the tapping of wood again.
In surprise, you looked your feline companion, and he looked at you, meowing as if to say 'it wasn't me this time!' You shrugged at him and looked at the clock. 2:34 am. You heard shuffling of feet on your porch, and heard the buzzing of your phone trapped somewhere in your covers. A smile crept onto your face. Maybe this time it was him after all!
Quietly treading towards the door to your humble abode, you smiled when you looked through the peep hole and saw your boyfriend, looking rather scruffy. He was wearing some plaid pajama pants and a random grey hoodie, and was holding a blanket in between his arm and torso. You slowly opened the door and he turned to face you. "Hey," he cooed with a lopsided grin. You smiled and leaned against the door.
"Using the bathroom? You must've been taking quite the fat shit Kirstein," you giggled. He grimaced and chuckled, "It was the first thing that came to mind! Plus, I didn't wanna ruin the surprise," he joked, holding up the blanket. You laughed, "That has to be the worst excuse you've come up with yet." He rolled his eyes playfully and shivered. "That's beside the point, I'm here now, it's raining, it's cold, and my baby hasn't gotten a lick of sleep, so let me in already so I can fix your problem." You smiled and opened the door, letting him in. Walking past you, he pressed a long kiss against your lips. Almost as a greeting. As soon as he set foot inside, he discarded his old rundown slides and made a beeline for your bedroom. Once in the room, he immediately plopped on your bed, much to the distaste of your sassy cat, who meowed at him angrily. "Oh hush, you haven't contributed anything to Y/N's dilemma as far as I know," he bickered with your cat as he stroked its fur.
As soon as you climbed into bed with Jean, he enveloped you in his arms, making you feel safe and comforted almost immediately. To top it off, he started talking your ear off in that soothing voice of his and stroking your hair, making it easy for you to feel tired. After a couple of minutes, you started to dose off, and he noticed too. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, he pressed a kiss against your temple and declared his love for you once again.
"I love you honey," he cooed. You hummed in response, so he simply pressed another kiss to your temple and settled his face into the crook of your neck.
"Jean?" You mumbled half asleep.
"Thank you for coming over."
He smiled into your neck.
"Anything for my tired princess."
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This is a fanfic by @cowgirlikets. DO NOT under ANY circumstance, copy, edit, claim as your own, or plagiarize my works. Be a good human. :)
