What's The Wifi Password? [Various x Reader]

… Jean.

You blinked a couple of times, trying to process what you were seeing.     

Being that you were staring at him, he was bound to notice you. “What?” He said, removing his hand from his now bleeding nose. You jumped a bit at the sound of his voice. Pointing a finger at him, you stammered out, “How the hell…? How is thi—," before exclaiming, "shit, you’re bleeding!” You got up from your bed, getting tangled up in your blankets, and fell face first on the carpet floor before quickly getting up and running into your bathroom, grabbing a whole box of tissues. You ran back out and held them out to Jean.

“Sorry about punching you earlier,” you mumbled.

Jean hesitantly took the box from your outstretched hands, plucking a few of the soft tissues and sticking them up his nose. You awkwardly stood there, looking around your room, waiting for him to finish with the tissues.

“Oi,” you heard him say after awhile. You looked back at him, hands folded in front of you.       

“Hmm?” He held the box out to you, which you took.        

“What should I do with these?” He asked, motioning to the pile of used tissues.      

“Oh.” You ran back into the bathroom, placing the tissues on the counter next to the sink. You got on your knees and opened the cabinet under the sink, pulling out a plastic bag and closed the compartment. You stood up and walked out of the bathroom.

You bent down and were about to pick up the bloody tissues when Jean got down and scooped them up, dumping them into the plastic bag for you. “Oh, thanks. Wait a second…”     

“What?”     

“Earlier, you asked what the wifi password was.”        

“Oh, yeah,” Jean turned a bit and shuffled around looking for something. He turned back to face you and held up a phone. You stared at the phone for a couple of seconds.

“You… have a phone?”        

“Yup,” he said, popping the ‘p’.        

You leaned on your bed, taking the phone from his hands and examining it. “Hmmm… an iPhone?”        

“Yeah, why do you seem so surprised?”        

You looked up at him, the phone slipping a bit in your hand. “Because you’re…” He cut you off. “Right, ‘cause I’m a fictional character.”        

“Yeah, exactly, and you’re in my room because…?”        

“Well, because I know of your obsession with me.”        

“Shut up!” You whacked his wrist with your free hand. He laughed while you continued to hit him while blushing.        

“Alright, alright!” You huffed and stopped hitting him, putting the phone down on the bed.        

”That was uncalled for…” You mumbled, pouting slightly. He grinned cheekily.        

You crossed your arms over your chest. “How did you know about my so-called ‘obsession,' plus that wasn't really an answer.”        

“I looked at your computer, also because I've been in this world for awhile.”        

“Eh?” You looked over at your brightly lit computer, and then looked back to Jean.       

Dropping the bag of bloody tissues, you whacked him lightly a few times for looking at your computer before he caught your arms, turning you around and pushing you down onto your bed, pinning your wrists to your sides. You struggled to free your hands from his grip, but to no avail.       

“Ugh, get off, dammit!” You groaned, using your feet in an attempt to shove him off.        

“No way!” He laughed.      

Suddenly, you heard footsteps coming toward your room. You froze. Oh no…      

You managed to free your hands and tried to push Jean under your bed. “Hide!” You whispered. He didn’t argue and did what you said. You opened the dresser next to your bed, tossing Jean's phone in it, and quickly hid under your covers.      

You heard someone opening your door and walking in. You discreetly peeked your head above your blankets, watching the lamp on your dresser being flicked on, and you saw your mom with an 'I am not amused' expression.       

“Why are you still awake?” She grumbled. You sheepishly giggled while hiding under the covers.      

“Because~!” You said in a sing-song voice, grinning madly.   

Your mom sighed tiredly before turning and leaving the room, closing the door behind her. You sighed as well before letting out a concealed squeal. You heard Jean mutter “What the hell was that…?” from under the bed. You laughed quietly and got up, wrapping a blanket around you like Sherlock in A Scandal in Belgravia.   

“You can come out now, Jean.” Jean crawled out and stood up. You stared at each other for a few awkward minutes, neither of you knowing what to say.  

“Sleeping arrangements,” you said, breaking the silence.      

“What?”      

“Sleeping arrangements.”        

“I still don’t understand.”       

“Ugh, you know that thing that people do at night. I need sleep, you know. I do have school tomorrow,” you said exasperatedly.      

“School?”      

“Yes, school. I can lock my door so no one will come in and see you and we can sleep; in different spots, of course. There is no way I am sharing my bed with you.”      

“What, afraid I’ll do something?”      

“No. One; I like my personal space, and I’ll end up kicking you at some point in the night, and two; you probably have fleas.”    

“I do not have fleas!"     

“You sure about that?”     

“Shut up or I’ll kiss you.”   

“What kind of threat is that?”    

“It just is.”      

“Okay…” you shifted from foot to foot, cocking an eyebrow skeptically.     

“So where am I supposed to sleep?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.   

“Anywhere besides my bed.”     

Jean sighed and looked around the room. There was a couch beside the only window in the room, and that was it. It was either the couch or the floor. Jean huffed and looked back at you. “Can’t I just sleep in your bed?”    

“Hell no.”   

“Please?”       

“No.”      

“Let me sleep in your bed or I’ll kiss you.”

“What difference does it make; and you can’t use the same threat twice, dude.”        

“I know that you’ll hate it so it still works.”        

You glared at him. “How the hell would you know that?”        

Jean rubbed the back of his neck. “I guessed?”        

“That’s kind of creepy.”        

“I know.”        

You took a deep breath and looked away. “Fine, you can sleep in my bed, but don’t you dare try anything." Jean held his hands up in defense.   

“Alright, I won’t, no promises, though,” he said, muttering the last part to himself, but you still heard it. A small part of you did want him to try something. It’s not every day your favorite character shows up at two in the morning asking for the wifi password.        

You rubbed your eyes and yawned, suddenly realizing just how tired you were. You slowly walked over to your door and locked it, moving back to the bed soon after. Jean walked over to you and stole the blanket wrapped around you, wrapping it around himself. You glared at him and stood by the side of your bed, plopping down on it, waiting for him as he picked up the plastic bag of tissues and moved it into the bathroom.        

Eventually, he joined you on the bed, and you both laid down, saying goodnight to each other and slowly falling into a deep sleep until the sun rose.