indefinite love (jean x fem!reader)

twenty two

i'm switching to second person instead of first bc it's easier for me to write, sorry if you liked first but L 😂😂👎

um also this chapter is going to go through a lot of things fast ig

You remember waking up to the sound of talking coming from far away in the other rooms, and the smell of coffee and cigarettes.

The sun wasn't as bright, and you didn't feel as tired when you woke up. You for sure slept past noon.
You rolled yourself out of the bed, still sitting on the edge though and leaning forward.
You rushed your hands through your messed up hair, before lifting yourself up and getting ready to probably just lay in bed all day. Despite work. No way you were going, they could fire you for all you cared.

Yesterday was a rough day, you couldn't imagine a worse one than that.

You stepped your way quietly over to the bathroom, to wash your face and fix your hair. You felt the residue of your tears left on your cheeks and lower eyes, so you ran a wet cloth over your face and called it a day.

You then ran your hands through your hair more thoroughly, and began your way to Jean. He was leant over his balcony with a coffee in his left hand and a cigarette in the right.

He took a large sip, still not noticing you were awake.
You watch him take another hit of it, while his hand tapped against the railing. He then glanced at you through the corner of his eye, taking a double take because you scared him a bit.

"Oh, shit." he murmured, letting the smoke escape his mouth quickly as he threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it, pushing it off the edge.
"Hey, hi." he said, then swishing coffee in his mouth to get rid of some of the smell.

He ran up to you, holding his arm up to avoid spilling the coffee and gave you a huge hug. He rest his right hand on your head, his fingers running through every strand of hair.

"How're you feeling?" he asked, his hand now leaning back a bit so he could look at your face.

You shrugged, you didn't know how to feel. You were upset, and it's not like it would go over your head anytime soon. You was sad. Devastated. But you shouldn't have Jean worry about you, he's done enough for you this whole time.

"Better." you said, brushing your finger against his firm wrist. "How much better?" he asked.

"Just better." you said, tightly pressing your lips together and giving him a thumbs up, trying to stop the tears from dwelling in your eyes.

He looked at your eyes sweetly, trying not to feel sad because of you. "C'mon, let's go get you to feel even more better." he said, placing your head into his shoulder and his hand around your waist. He gently dragged you down the stairs, leading you towards the counter.

"Time to eat!" he said with a smile, pushing you towards the chair and nearly forcing you to eat.

"No." you replied, lowering your arms as your head fell against the cold counter. You could hear him open the fridge and open the cabinets. "Uh, yes." he said, placing a dish on the counter.

You listened as he poured cereal into a bowl, pouring the milk over it. He grabbed a spoon, rushing over to your side and sitting beside me.

He made you sit upright, then he began to dig the spoon into the cereal.
"Open up." he said, spoonful of cereal as he manhandled your face and squished you cheeks together so your mouth opened. You had a dull expression on your face but your cheeks were squished, so he tried to hold in his laugh as he removed the spoon.

And obviously, if he looked like he wanted to laugh, so would you. You began to, but felt the milk rush all the way to the back of your throat, then up and out your nose.