☆ Most of my fics are usually going to be female reader inserts. But unless requested otherwise, I will still be happy to provide! Gender neutral inserts likely will not be an issue. The only gender insert I cannot guarantee the quality of would be male reader inserts. However, I will try my best if it is requested of me!
☆ I tend to frequently shuffle through fandoms/characters that I like! But chances are, most of my fics/posts are going to be about Joseph Oda from The Evil Within.
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My fics:
★ = personal favs!
Joseph Oda (The Evil Within)
SFW:
The Rookie Detective (Series likely to be discontinued)
Written on Paper (SFW Fluff One Shot) ★
Plagued Dreams (Short SFW Fluff One Shot)
NSFW:
Overdue Exchanges of Affection (NSFW One Shot)
Released Tension (NSFW One Shot) ★
Tantalization (NSFW One Shot) ★
Lars Pinfield (Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire)
SFW:
NSFW:
Reverie or Reality (Slight NSFW - Suggestive)
Stifled (Slight NSFW - Suggestive)
Chris Hartley (Until Dawn)
SFW:
Caught Between the Lines (SFW Fluff One-Shot)
Characters I am willing to write for (but are not limited to and list is subject to change):
The Evil Within
Joseph Oda ★
Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire
Lars Pinfield ★
Until Dawn
Chris Hartley ★
Mob Psycho 100
Reigen Arataka ★
Resident Evil
Ada Wong ★
Arcane
Viktor ★
☆ Please be polite and as specific as you can with your requests!
☆ I will write:
Most cheesy romance tropes. Ex: friends to lovers, love at first sight, one bed (SFW or NSFW), etc.
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summary: Joel got hurt protecting you, again. But he's not in love with you, definitely not. It's all for the sake of getting Ellie to the Fireflies as quickly as you can. And you patch him up, every single time, even when he's stubborn, even when he's a massive pain in the ass. WC: 7.2K
tags/warnings: nsfw, smut, mutual pining, longing, Joel Miller x reader, protective!Joel x reader, slight/implied daddy kink, reader and Joel are travelling with Ellie, the last of us, the last of us 2, reader insert, 18+, aftercare, descriptions of blood
a/n: i just finished the first game, and also only like halfway proofread oopsie, likely going to fix any errors later :P
If not for Clickers or Cordyceps, he would’ve died of a heart attack anyway.
You’d cut it close. Way too close– for anyone’s comfort.
Knife in hand, pistol in the other, breath remarkably steady for such high-intensity circumstances.
The back of your throat burning from the dry air, head spinning from the June heat, and a Clicker just inches away from the blade you’d sharpened the night prior.
Loose papers scattered about the floor, wallpaper torn and riddled with blood, filing cabinets knocked sloppily to the ground.
Just a few more steps.
A soft, barely audible, crunch is heard from behind you. Glass.
Your head swiveled to the source, Ellie’s shoe planted at the center of a pile of a broken picture frame.
Without even a half a second to react, a guttural screech rang throughout your ears and echoed throughout the office. Its fungus-ridden hands dug into your shoulders as it shoved you to the ground. An unfortunately-placed, feeble wooden coffee table collapsed under you as your back crashed through the table and onto the floor.
You thought you were going to die, that these were your final, fleeting moments. Death at the hands of the Infected, praying that either Ellie or Joel would take the liberty of killing you before you had the chance to turn into one of those wretched things.
But you couldn't die without putting up a fight. The knife you'd just been holding seconds earlier had been haphazardly knocked out of your grasp, mere centimeters away from your outstretched fingers.
One arm throbbing as it just barely kept the Clicker away from tearing off your face with its teeth, the other straining as you mustered everything in you to just grab that damn knife, sitting just out of your grasp.
You didn’t think you’d survive long enough to make it to the following night, sitting idly in front of the man who’d swooped in just in time to save your life.
“You know,” your eyes met Joel’s. “You didn’t have to… do that for me.”
He sat across the room, bag under his arm, sweat just barely beading on his forehead.
“S’ nothin’,” he replied dismissively.
Ellie sat in the adjacent corner, hugging her knees as she leant up against the bedframe, eyes shut and backpack plopped next to her.
“If the knife hadn’t slipped out of my hand– I could’ve handled it. You didn’t have to step in like that,” you insisted.
He rested his arm atop his knee, “we don’t know that. If you got injured, or bitten, I–” he paused for a split second. “We can’t afford to be slowed down.”
“You’re bleeding, Joel.” You gestured to his side, just under his ribcage where a red, murky splotch had bled through his flannel.
“It’s fine. S’ just a scratch.” He gritted his teeth, “I’ve had worse.”
You scoffed, “I’m going to get hurt sooner or later, Joel. We’ve been out here for months!” Your lips pursed, “I’ve proved to be capable of defending myself. This was one misstep, one mistake and you think I’m too much of a pussy to get back on my feet?”
He harshly exhaled through his nose, “you know what I meant.” He grunted, seemingly contemplating his next words. “Marlene wouldn’t’ve sent you with us if you couldn’t handle yourself.”
He glances over at you with a sigh, his eyes softening, and your mind raced.
He looked back down at his hands, “we got the cure for mankind walkin’ with us. We can’t afford to lose anyone.”
And it was back, the usual frigidity. The stoicism, the coldness.
Perhaps you were imagining it, that look he held for a split second before he spoke. The warmth he held behind his eyes.
But just like that, you swallowed any idea that perhaps, even for a second, he may have thought of you as more than just an asset. A companion, maybe even a friend. Your goal was to successfully transport Ellie to the Fireflies. Nothing more, nothing less.
“Yeah. Right,” you nodded, your voice faltering. “That makes sense.”
On its face, swooping in and saving someone’s life feels like a grand gesture. But you knew better. Joel saved you in the name of the mission, so he wouldn’t lose an extra set of eyes. The last thing he would need is a casualty on his hands.
“Hey,” you heard Ellie’s voice, soft and poignant. “I messed up– bad– back there.”
She inched closer to you, “I know it’s not much but, uh,” she fidgeted with her sleeve. “I found this on our way out of there. I checked the expiration date, it should still be good.”
She rummaged through her bag, disorganized (unsurprisingly), but held only a few items.
Holding your hand out, Ellie carefully placed a bar of chocolate in your hand. Hershey’s Almond Chocolate. Somehow in pristine condition, unbroken and still fully sealed. A miracle considering the state of all the other food you’d come across. Mostly old and moldy, you’d be lucky if you found a can of food that wasn’t past its expiration date.
“Marlene used to talk about you a lot. Said you had a sweet tooth,” she added, crossing her legs as she scooted over to the empty spot on the floor beside you.
“Figured you might want to eat something that doesn’t taste like ass for once,” she added.
You inspected the bar in your hands, “Ellie, that was months ago. I’m surprised you remembered,” you patted the top of her head. “Thank you, that’s very thoughtful of you.”
Silence filled the air for the following few minutes. The only noise filling in the empty space were the satisfying clicks of Joel unloading and reloading his weapons. Brass bullets filling each chamber, clamouring against the hardwood floor.
“We’re runnin’ low on ammo. Knives ain’t gon’ cut it for very long.” Joel’s thick southern accent weighed heavier in the spacious room. “We’ll head out tomorrow, see what we can find. Should’ get some rest.”
Shifting his weight under his legs and using one arm to help him stand, it took him hardly any time before he clattered back onto the ground, clutching his side in one of his hands.
“Shit–” he grunted.
Your shoes squeaked under you,“Joel–”
He quickly interrupted you, “I said I’m fine.” He exhaled through clenched teeth, his back hitting the wall with a soft ‘thud.’
“Did you even patch it up right?” You asked, kneeling down beside him.
The blood splotch seemed to cover more area on his flannel than just a few minutes prior.
“I did what I could. Quit your worryin,’” the floor creaked under him as he unsuccessfully tried to get himself up off the ground again.
His breaths were shallow as he laid in an awkward, scrunched up position on the floor.
You rolled your eyes, “just let me have a look, would ya’?”
He huffed, barely able to lift his head to look up at you. “You ain’t lettin’ this go, are you?”
You helped him straighten his legs, “not until I know you’re not gonna croak from sepsis.” You insisted.
You crawled closer to him, letting his head rest on the back of your hand as you helped him sprawl out as comfortably as he could onto the floor.
He stifled a few groans, breaths shallow and quick, cheeks flushed and sweat dripping down his temples.
“I thought you were good at patching up scratches, or cuts, or whatever,” you sighed. “What’s up with this?”
He pressed his fist against his forehead, “Couldn’t– couldn’t find any more bandages in that damn office building.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me?” You replied with subtle annoyance as you began unbuttoning his flannel.
Your fingers slightly trembled against the warm fabric of his shirt, the blood creating an inconvenient adhesive to his skin.
“I’m going to lift your undershirt now, okay? This might hurt a bit,” you warned, placing one hand on his hip to steady him.
The rough denim of his jeans felt cold against your fingers as you felt him squirm under your touch. You carefully pinched the cloth of his shirt between your index and thumb, slowly peeling it upwards off of his body.
He winced, inhaling through clenched teeth, legs twitching as you slowly lifted his soaked-through shirt.
You were met with a disgusting amount of resistance, thin strings of blood following as you lifted the bottom of his shirt over his chest.
“Jesus– Joel,” you paused, eyes scanning his wound. “I thought you said you patched it up.”
“Said’ I did what I could.”
You scoffed in response, “which was nothing?”
Joel didn’t answer, he knew he didn’t have to. You caught him in a weird sort of half-lie, that in his defense, wasn’t technically a lie to begin with.
“Well, good news is the scratch didn't come from the Clicker. And there’s no pus, so I doubt there’s any infection,” you added. “It’s not as big as I thought, about 3 inches in width. You got lucky, if the scratch had been just an inch or two up further it could’ve punctured your lung.”
Joel was still trying to catch his breath, his inhales and exhales scarily shallow as the room slowly started growing dark.
“And the bad news?” Joel’s voice turned gravelly, the back of his throat aching with dryness.
You tucked a strand of your hair back behind your ear, “Even though it’s only about 3 inches wide, it looks to be a bit short of a quarter inch deep. I’m probably going to have to use stitches,” you commented, grabbing your bag to rummage through its contents for a clean cloth.
He felt his eyes begin to grow heavy as you searched through your bag. The blood loss was making him lightheaded, and the room suddenly seemed darker than before.
He was immediately jarred back to fully conscious as he began to cough in an uncontrolled, sporadic manner. It was as if his own body was working against him. He shifted onto his side, legs curling towards his chest in a sort of fetal position as each cough filled his entire left half with shooting pains.
“Hang on, just hang on,” you gently hushed him, quickly yanking out the bottle of water you’d been sipping on just moments ago from the side pocket of your bag.
You lifted his head with one hand, coaxing him back onto his back as you slowly helped him drink, just barely tilting the bottle towards his lips.
The tufts of his greying hair clung to his forehead with sweat as he gulped the now lukewarm liquid down. A few moments passed before you finally pulled the bottle from his lips as a drop of water streamed down his chin.
Hastily reaching back for your bag, you swiftly placed it underneath his head as you set the crumpled, empty bottle onto some random spot on the floor beside you. One hand used your sleeve to wipe some of the sweat off of his face, the other brushed his hair out of his forehead.
“You’re okay, you’re gonna be okay,” you whispered to him, your face now mere inches away from his.
Joel didn’t answer right away, his eyes still shut and his lips slightly parted as he slowly settled down from that coughing attack he’d just tussled with.
He couldn’t bring himself to look at you, not right now, not like this. Not while you were so close, tending to him with such tenderness and care. Not while he was so weak, vulnerable, for reasons he felt he bore responsibility for.
All this talk about not being able to afford slowing down, or we can’t afford casualties, and yet here he was, lying on the floor of an abandoned bedroom, a living, breathing, whiny casualty.
A beat passed, where you drank in all of his features for just a second too long as you knelt in front of his pitiful form. The curve of his nose, the sharpness of his cheekbones, the slight curl of his eyelashes, the scar on the bridge of his nose. But you caught yourself, you always caught yourself.
You always shoved your feelings aside, because feelings create obstacles. Fatal obstacles.
Pulling away, your fingers worked quickly, finding the softest material in your bag you could find.
A spare, clean tee-shirt you’d picked up just days earlier, which you’d found to be just a bit too small for you. The thin polyester material likely wouldn’t be the best for soaking up liquid with, but it would have to do with limited supply.
You gently patted around the wound, the fabric quickly turning a dark maroon shade as you did your best to scrub away all of the excess blood.
His breath hitched for a moment, his body twitching as you quickly pulled away.
“You alright? I press too hard?” You asked, looking back up at him.
“Fine, fine. Just– just keep goin’.” He replied, one hand brushing through his beard.
You gently applied a numbing agent to the perimeter of his wound.
His breathing finally started to slow. He allowed you to work your magic, unbothered when you lifted his shirt further to make sure there wasn’t anything else you’d missed. He didn’t flinch as your knuckles brushed against his ribs, or when one of your hands rested gently atop one of his arms to steady yourself. Didn’t say a word as you carefully wound stitches into the flesh of his wound.
For the few minutes you spent tending to him, it was as if the world had shrunk to just the few meters that encapsulated the two of you in that small room. The soft noises of you shuffling around the small space, the gentle, rhythmic sound of your breathing, the warmth of your palms against his body.
He couldn’t tell if the process of treating him was truly this timely or if it was just his mind drawing it out, trying to savor every single moment of it, or maybe it was a happy mix of the two.
“Thanks for– you know–” you gulped, “not letting me get my face eaten off back there. You saved my life.”
“You coulda’ handled it,” he replied. “Now here I am, twitchin’ like a damn cockroach.”
You sighed, placing the cloth atop a nearby dresser. “The knife was… knocked a lot further out of my reach than I thought. Truth is,” you gulped. “I wouldn’t have survived today had you not intervened.”
He didn’t respond at first, his eyes staring idly up at the ceiling. He felt his chest begin to tighten with a bittersweet, familiar feeling of warmth.
The lantern he’d placed in the corner just barely illuminated your soft features, highlighting the slightly pinkish hue of your cheeks amidst the darkness of the rest of the room.
It took nearly everything in him not to stare at you, the way the light made your eyes glimmer, the way the orange tint of the light made your hair shine, the way your lips were slightly parted.
“I’m going to grab some clean towels, if this house even has any,” you murmured, pushing yourself up off your knees.
Your boots softly patted against the hardwood floor as you approached the door.
“I’d do it again,” he mumbled, so softly you almost couldn’t hear him.
You froze.
He’d never said anything like that to you before. Something so raw.
Part of you wasn’t even sure you’d even heard him correctly.
But if there was one thing you knew about him, it was that he wasn’t some ass-kisser. When he said something, he meant it.
That rigid, stoic, hard-ass was getting mushy on you. And honestly, you weren’t complaining.
Not one bit.
It was ironic, truly. His walls were always high, with yours arguably higher. And yet you both seemed to be melting the ice that encapsulated both of your tainted psyches. Slowly but surely.
“I know you would.”
You didn’t turn to face him, but something inside of you stirred, undeniably.
The door shut softly with a ‘click!’ behind you.
Joel watched as the shadow of your figure from behind the door slowly disappeared as you made your way down the hall. The sound of your footsteps gradually grew softer, and softer.
It was this moment in particular, when he realized that your presence weighed more than just a piece of travel equipment– a tool to assist in preservation– he knew he should have just figured out a way to patch up the gash on his side on his own. Because here he was, getting all attached after he swore to himself that after Tess, he would never get so close to anyone ever again. He wouldn’t let himself.
But here you were, effortlessly unlocking the key to his mind. Waltzing in, and making yourself at home as if you belonged there all along.
Perhaps it was your hands, the way you treated him as if he were fragile like glass, ready to shatter at any given moment. It left him with an indescribable feeling that made his head spin and his eyes feel heavy, like he could sit and melt into your gentle touch for as long as you wanted.
But he knew it wasn’t that simple.
It had been chipping away at him for months now.
Piece by piece, little by little, slowly, involuntarily, learning more and more about you. And it scared him.
He wanted badly to push you away, to not even look at you most days. He was horrified by you. How easy he knew it would be for him to fall for you.
But he couldn’t.
You were irresistible, and that was something he couldn’t handle.
“Jeez, you’re terrible at this,” the comic book Ellie was reading plopped onto the floor. “You both are.”
Joel grunted as he steadily pushed himself up off the floor, resting his back against the window. He looked down at where you’d patched up the wound. Beige, thick gauze covering the area.
“The hell’re you talkin’ about?” Joel muttered.
“Y’know,” Ellie shrugged. “The whole, pretending-not-to-give-a-shit-about-each-other game you guys keep playing?”
Joel gave her a sideways glance, a slight scowl forming on his rugged features.
“You’ve taken a crap load of hits for her. And you’re always all ‘it’s because we can’t afford to be slowed down, Ellie,” she mocked the gruffness in his voice as she rolled onto her back, looking over at Joel upside-down from atop the bed.
“And don’t even get me started on her,” she adds. “She tries to pretend she doesn’t give a shit about you, but then goes all mom-mode the second one of your nails are chipped.”
“Well–” he stammered for a moment, something he almost never did.
Ellie’s eyebrows raised in amusement, a teeny smirk gracing her features. “Exactly.”
He looked back up at her, “our goal is to get you to the Fireflies. We ain’t got time to be–”
“To be slowed down? Yeah, you’ve said that, like, a million times,” Ellie rolled onto her stomach. “Just saying, one of these close calls might end up being the last. Might wanna get your shit together, Joel, or you’re gonna regret not telling her sooner.”
Joel didn’t answer. But she was right. And he hated that.
He took a deep breath in, using the windowsill as support as he steadied his weight, getting back up onto his feet.
“I’m gonna go check on er’. Been gone awhile.”
“Yeah, good luck with that, Romeo,” Ellie snickered.
“Be quiet,” Joel glared, holding his side in one of his hands.
“Just sayin’ what we’re all thinking,” she grinned, flopping onto her side.
“Damn it, child,” Joel muttered under his breath almost inaudibly as he shut the door behind him.
Sitting atop the washing machine was strangely comfortable, and hit way closer to home than you’d thought.
Every single cabinet in that laundry room was completely devoid of anything useful. Not a single towel, paper towel roll, tissue box, nothing. Not even leftover clothes. Only dust particles and spider webs, sometimes accompanied by a spider or two themselves. Which only made you shudder.
Clickers? Cordyceps? Hell, Bloaters? Those you could do. But spiders? Nada. Not in a million years.
Legs crossed, a haze of nicotine and ammonia clouding up the confined space, and a cigarette hanging loosely between your index and middle finger. Hair messily falling around your shoulders, hair tie lazily tossed in some random spot inside of that dust box. Top buttons of your shirt now undone, pistol out of its holster.
Even now, in entirely different rooms, Joel’s presence still haunted you. His scent was still dripping from your fingertips, weaving seamlessly with the scent of the cigarettes. Which only made the buzz feel all the more real.
Head thrown back, fingernails digging into the side of the washing machine, mouth full of smoke.
“Hey,” you heard the familiar gruff sound of Joel’s voice.
You jumped at the noise, “Joel?” You nearly dropped your cigarette, “your wound is still fresh. You should be taking it easy. Hell, I’m surprised you can even walk right now with all the blood you lost.” You quickly hopped down from the washing machine, stuffing your pistol back in the holster.
“S’fine, really. That numbing shit you put on it’s still workin’ its magic.” He replied, leaning against the doorway. “You’d been gone for a hot minute now. Just makin’ sure your face is still intact,” he glanced up at you, a slight smirk with his usual dry humor.
You pouted, “come on. Let’s get you back to the room. Why don’t you lay on the bed?” One of your hands made its way to one of his shoulders.
“Just– hang on a sec, would’ya?”
“Joel–”
“I’m only askin’ for a second, please.” He pleaded, that look in his eyes cutting through the musky air.
It froze you in place, the way he looked at you, almost longingly. A look you couldn’t bring yourself to say ‘no’ to.
You feigned annoyance, “just make it quick.” You leant up against the opposite side of the door frame, arms folded as you stared back at him.
“Look, can we just–” he gulped. “Let’s just… talk?”
“We’re doing that.”
You earned an eyeroll from him, “d’you have to be a smartass?”
“You said this would be quick.”
“Let’s just address the elephant in the room already.” He gave you that same look again, raw, real.
“The cut on your side, that, for all we know, is killing you right now?” Your tone was brimming with incredulity. “Yeah, addressed it countless times already. Can’t we just talk back in the room while you’re laying down?”
“No, no we can’t.”
“And why the hell not, Joel?”
“Because Ellie is in there and I don’t need her hearin’ this.”
Your brows furrowed, “Ellie? Wh–” You rubbed one of your temples. “What’s she got to do with any of this? Stepping in the glass earlier, that was an honest mistake. You can’t tell me you’re mad at her over that.”
“This ain’t about the damn glass. Or the Clicker,” Joel’s voice raised faintly.
You groaned, “would you please just get on with it then? I’m worried about you, Joel.” You looked down into the corner. “If I hadn’t somehow made that obvious already.”
“Look,” he placed a thumb in his pocket. “We keep– we keep dancin’ around each other. Like we both don’t– like we both don’t… feel it.”
Your head tilted, “what are you… what do you mean, Joel?” Your voice softened as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.
Something in your tone screamed ‘I know you want me,’ and he knew it.
He quickly inhaled through his nose, lips pursed and eyes no longer on yours.
“C’mon… you really gon’ make me say it?”
“Well, if you ask me, Mr. Miller,” you took a half a step closer to him. “Seems to me, like the only person ‘dancin’ around’ here,” you gently placed the tip of your index finger on his chest, “is you.”
He gulped, “s’that right?” He stood boldly, yet his voice still trembled. Subtle, but there nonetheless.
“Care to prove me wrong?” You leaned in closer, “or are you gonna tell me the real reason you came over here?” Your breath ghosted over his neck, the sound of your whispers sending a chill down his spine.
“You used to get all quivery every time you’d have to patch me up, hell, every time you had to even lay a finger on me.” He gulped, “where’s all this confidence comin’ from?”
“I guess you’re not the only one who’d gotten tired of waiting.”
His eyes flickered down to your lips, one hand mindlessly resting itself on the small of your back, gently pulling you in closer. “That right?”
Joel’s other hand found its way underneath your chin. His thumb felt rough against the skin of your face, calloused but still gentle. He slowly pushed your head upwards towards his, eyes locked on one another’s.
“Come see for yourself.”
His eyes slightly widened, his lips preemptively parted, and his breathing slightly paced quicker, subconscious mannerisms telling you that you had him right where you wanted.
You felt his hand clutch your waist the smallest bit tighter, just before pulling you flush against his body, careful not to press you against his injury. Which, although he refused to admit, had slowly begun to grow sore all over again. Slowly pulling you in, eyes focused on yours, he finally, generously, pressed his lips against your own.
His fingers loosely tangled themselves in your hair while his thumb rested at the base of your neck, gently pressing down on your wind pipe. The pressure, the intimacy, the proximity, it set a fire in your core.
Teeth just barely clashing against one another’s, tongues intertwining, bodies pressing into each others’. He kissed you with a fervor, a hunger, like you were oxygen and he was a man who’d been drowning his whole life, not realizing how badly he needed you until he’d finally gotten a taste.
His arms were snaked tenderly around your body. Indulgent yet soft, night and day compared to the passion and intensity of the kisses you could get lost in.
You pressed your body further against his, making him groan against your lips as his arms kept a strong, sturdy grip against you, as if he were scared to let go of you. Like if he even loosened his embrace around you, he’d awaken back on the floor of that cramped bedroom, panting and seeing stars.
Just barely, you both briefly pulled away from the kiss. His eyes, half-shut and eyebrows slightly knit, scanned up and down your body like you were a goddess to behold.
His thumb brushed against your cheekbone, gently tucking your hair behind your ear. He slowly, thoroughly worked his lips down from your lips, to your cheek, then down to your jawline. Gentle, supple, and vigorous in nature.
You could feel his teeth just barely dig into the skin of your neck, a soft, slight pain that quickly shot down your spine.
You moaned, muffled against his shoulder, broken and breathily, which travelled immediately downwards into Joel’s pants.
He slowly moved down your neck. Each kiss was full of thought and feelings, held previously in such a tight enclosure under lock and key, but now manifesting themselves in a physical, raw, form.
You seethed against his shoulder, nails digging into the back of his shirt.
“Oh– fuck, Joel–!”
He groaned against your skin, teeth dragging slowly. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”
One finger working on the buttons of your shirt, pulling it further down your shoulder, just barely exposing the hem of your bra, as his lips moved down to your collarbone.
Your fingers gently tugged his salt and pepper tufts as he continued working on your buttons, until your shirt loosely hung open in front of him. Faded, dirtied cotton that had been held together by cheap plastic buttons.
He leaned back, as if to drink in the sight of your body. “Beautiful,” he planted a kiss atop one of your breasts. “Just beautiful.”
You shuddered, squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. The purr in his voice hit you right in your core.
He dragged the sleeve of your button-up down both your arms, slowly removing it off of your body to toss it into an empty laundry basket. Fingers warm and lingering, breath hot against your skin, heart pounding so loud you could almost hear it. Your body shook, trembling underneath him with desire and lust.
One hand moved up to the back of his neck, harshly pulling him in for one last greedy, passionate kiss.
“Look at you, all shaky n’ outta breath, and I barely even started,” he teased. “Want me that badly, huh?”
You grasped the back of his shirt, nails digging, eyes watering, “don’t act like you don’t want this too.”
He whined, “you got no idea–” he paused to catch his breath. “The things I want to do to you right now.”
You felt him press himself against you, rough denim barely containing his throbbing erection.
Seething, “I know.” You pressed yourself further against his hardness, “I see the way you look at me, when you think I don’t notice.”
“You–” he grunted in pleasure. “Do you, now?”
A sly grin plastered itself onto your flushed features, “I’ve always had a thing for pretty eyes.” You pressed your forehead against his, “but I like yours best when they’re on me.”
“Well ain’t you a clever girl?”
He didn’t give you a chance to answer, only swiftly picking you up off your feet and tossing you over his shoulder.
It stole the air clean from your lungs as he quickly dusted off the top of the dryer before setting you down on top of it. His hands rested on top of your thighs, fingers digging slightly into them.
He stood idly for a moment, taking a deep breath and rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand.
He stood in between your thighs, a long, thick bulge straining against the inside of his jeans. You bit the inside of your lip, cheeks reddening as your mind raced, shameful thoughts filling your brain.
“You– uh, you sure you wanna do this?” Joel hesitated. “This ain’t the cleanest place for– somethin’ like this. Could always wait till we get back to Tommy’s. Probably got some spare rooms.”
“We're nearing the end of the world. I doubt it’ll get much better than this, at least any time soon.” You paused to wrap your arms around his shoulders, “but I do love to be spoiled. Once we find somewhere nicer, I expect the best.”
He gently pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger. “Whatever you’d like, princess.”
He quickly leaned in, butterflies fluttering throughout your stomach, kissing you as you grinned against his lips.
Legs hooking around his torso, careful not to push against his ribcage, you tenderly pulled him in. His erection throbbed, pleasure shooting through you as the rough denim rubbed against your clothed heat.
He groaned into your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin as his hips rocked back and forth. Grinding against you, slow, thorough, and better than you could have ever expected.
Your hands balled into fists, squeezing the fabric of his shirt as he rubbed against you, pleasure shooting through you.
Broken moans escaped from your lips, swollen and wet with saliva.
“Mmh, fuck– Joel–!” You whined.
“God, sound like a fuckin’ angel.”
You harshly inhaled through your teeth, “fuck– need you,” you paused to catch your breath. “Need you so fucking bad, Joel.”
He pressed himself against you with more force, his erection rubbing deliciously against your clit, earning a high-pitched, quick whine from you.
“Mmph–!” Your moans were suddenly muffled by the feeling of Joel’s quickly pressing a hand over your mouth.
“Could listen to you all fuckin’ day, but Ellie hears, and she’d never look at us the same,” his breaths were heavy. “Quiet down, alright? Can you do that for me?”
You nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes with arousal.
“That’s a good girl.”
His hand lingered on your face, thumb tracing against your bottom lip, soft and swollen. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, head tilting as his fingers slowly dragged across your cheek. Gazing up at him through your eyelashes, eyes locking on one another’s as you slowly parted your lips, guiding his index and middle fingers into your mouth.
His eyes widened as you slowly, teasingly took both of his fingers wholly. Tongue swirling, head just barely bobbing up and down.
He shuddered, at a loss for words and somehow even harder than before as one hand unconsciously rubbed himself through his jeans at the sight.
“You…” he gave his aching erection a squeeze, “you really are somethin’ else.”
You slowly pulled his fingers from out of your mouth as they dragged tenderly across your tongue and back down your chin.
You gradually pulled his hand south, leaving a trail of saliva down your neck and jaw as you placed his hand over one of your breasts. You applied just a small amount of pressure to press his hand against you, quietly moaning at the feeling.
He amorously fondled you in his hand as he quickly encapsulated your lips in his again, only pulling his hand away to unclasp your bra and toss it aimlessly onto the floor.
He quickly placed his hand back over your breast, molding the flesh in his hand. Pulling away from this kiss, his mouth moved southward as he kissed, and nipped at the skin around your supple breasts. His eyes were glued, practically mesmerized by the sight of your bare skin right in front of him.
“Gorgeous, gorgeous girl,” he muttered under his breath.
Finally growing a bit impatient, you frustratedly began unbuckling your belt and tossing it on the floor behind him, hitting the ground with a ‘clank!’
“Fucking hell,” you whispered, unbuttoning your jeans and undoing the zipper.
“Well, ain’t you needy?” He teased, lifting up your legs and helping you drop your pants to your ankles.
His tongue flicked to wet the surface of his lips. “So wet for me,” his thumb brushed against your underwear across the surface of your folds.
The inside of your thighs were shiny with arousal, a string of your wetness coating his thumb as he pulled your underwear to one side, exposing your swollen, dripping heat.
His middle finger traced the perimeter of your folds, before he slowly, calculatedly, pushed it inside. Gently, torturously slowly swirling his finger around.
You gritted your teeth before harshly grabbing his belt and pulling him in closer.
“Joel–!” you pleaded, panting against him.
There was a certain smugness in his voice, “you’re a big girl. Use those words of yours.”
You squeezed the leather in your hand, “Joel, I– I need you.”
He heaved against your neck. “Need me to what, sweetheart?” His fingers curled deliciously inside of you, earning a stifled moan.
“I need you to–” his fingers swirled around inside of you. “I need you to fuck me– Joel.”
“What’s the magic word, baby?”
You gritted your teeth. “Please, p-please, Joel–! I need you so fucking badly,” you whined looking up at him.
“That’s my good girl.”
Painfully slowly, he’d begun undoing his belt. Fingers still wet as he pulled it out from each of the belt loops, fingers leisurely working to unbutton his pants and unzip himself.
His erection was barely contained by his boxers, a long, thick bulge, dripping with precum. Twitching with anticipation, yet he was still in a painful amount of control of himself.
You practically drooled, staring at him as his erection sprung out of his boxers. The tip was gleaming with precum, and he was even bigger than you’d thought. If you weren’t shaking with arousal, it probably would’ve intimidated you.
He used one hand to keep your underwear pushed out of the way, the other rested on the base of his cock, lining himself up with your folds.
He graciously rubbed the tip against your wetness, covering it in your slick before slowly, deliciously pushing himself inside of you.
He stifles a groan, eyes rolling back as he shakily exhales through pursed lips. He knew he wasn’t going to last for long.
The way you were twitching against him, dripping and trembling with arousal, moaning and messily unravelling, such a state he thought he’d never have the honors of seeing you in.
Stinging and stretching, pain shooting throughout your lower half, you dug your nails into his back, quickly shoving your face back into his shoulder to muffle yourself. The tears that had been threatening to spill from your eyes finally began dripping down your cheeks, leaving darkened spots on his shirt.
He panted, trembling. “Feel so fuckin’ good already.”
“I want–” you sobbed into his shoulder. “I want all of you.”
He grunted, pushing himself fully inside of you. You could feel him push against your g-spot, making your eyes roll back and you swore you’d just seen God.
You breathed out, voice breaking left and right and eyes scrunched as your knees went weak, squeezing his hips between your thighs.
“Holy– shit–!” You sobbed, “Joel–”
Your voice was music to his ears, all soft and whiny, making his cock throb inside of you as he meticulously moved backwards. “Doin’ such a good job for me, baby. Takin’ me so well.”
The feeling of his breath travelling down your neck combined with the purr in his voice only made you clench around him tighter.
“Such a good girl for me,” his thumb rubbed circles around your clit.
Pleasure fully enveloped you, nails digging into a thick bicep, eyes rolled back with tiny, uncontrolled squeals escaping from those pretty lips of yours.
His tempo slowly continues to increase as he gazes up at you, and he swore he almost came at the sight.
He groaned, hips slamming into yours as sloppy, wet sounds conjoined with the sound of your voice creating a harmonious melody that etched itself into his memory.
“Oh, fuck– oh, fuck–” He stammered, seething through clenched teeth as he felt himself about to cum.
You whimpered, repeatedly, rendered completely unable to form words as he thrust in and out of you.
“C’mon, darlin’. Been so good–” his chest heaved. “Cum for me baby, cum for me.”
His words just about threw you over the edge. Both your hands flew to his back, one hand tangling itself in his hair and tugging, making him groan.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it,” he whispered against your ear, thrusts growing quicker and harder.
You clenched tightly around him, back arched and head thrown back. You practically screamed as the hot, fiery knot in your belly finally came undone as you came.
Joel had to muster up every single drop of self control he had to pull out of you before he came. His hand flew to his cock, pumping it long and hard as he came onto your stomach. Thick, hot ropes of cum that covered your tits, dripping down onto your thighs.
Completely out of breath, sweaty and dizzy, your back hit the wall behind you. Still standing in between your thighs, hands on either side of the dryer as he used his arms to support him as he leaned over you.
A minute or two passed, simply looking into each other's eyes. Lovingly and sweet.
“That was…” you swallowed. “You were amazing, Joel.”
He looked up at you. “You were perfect.”
Losing his footing, he stumbled backwards a bit. Finally coming down from that adrenaline high, he settled for leaning all of his weight against the wall. His side began to ache all over again.
“Joel–!” You nearly hopped down from the dryer before he stopped you.
“Just… just need a second t’catch my breath.” He cleared his throat, “let’s getcha cleaned up.”
He took his flannel off from around his shoulder, using it as a rag as he gently patted his cum from off of your tummy and off of your breasts.
“Feelin’ alright? I go too hard?” He asks, one hand gently cupping your face in his hand.
His thumb caressed your jawline. “You were phenomenal, Joel.”
He softly kissed your forehead, “glad you were the one I wound up gettin’ stuck with.”
He gently rubbed the perimeter of your folds, soaking up all your fluids with the cotton of his shirt. He softly planted another kiss on your thigh as he helped you pull your pants back up.
While you put your bra back on, he grabbed your belt from the floor behind him and re-fastened it for you. Gentle hands, veiny, affectionate and soft against the skin of your belly.
He quickly zipped himself back up after he’d quickly patted off your residue. He grabbed your button-up back from the laundry basket, generously shaking it off of any potential dust.
He made his way back over to you, helping you put both your arms back into the sleeves as he buttoned it all back up for you.
He fixed your collar for you, taking a small moment to rest his head on your shoulder, arms resting themselves around your waist.
You wrapped him up in a gentle hug, giving the top of his head a soft kiss as you took in the scent of his hair. Slightly musky, but also smelling of peppermint shampoo.
He sighed, “probably gonna have to ditch the flannel.” He grumbled into your shoulder, “damn it, I liked that flannel too.”
Chuckling, “we’ll find you another one. There's probably some left over in some abandoned thrift shop somewhere.”
He tossed the flannel into one of the empty laundry baskets. “Sure hope so.”
Without even giving you a chance to react, he scooped you right off the dryer, holding you bridal style. Big, strong arms that carried you as if you were weightless.
“‘S’get some sleep now, shall we?” He mumbled as he made his way back down the hall.
Arms wrapped around him, burying your face into his neck, and you don’t know if you’d ever felt so loved before.
He carefully peaked his head in the doorway, the door letting out a soft creak.
He softly smiled as he saw Ellie, lightly snoring upside-down on the bed, and a comic book flopped over her stomach.
Consciously making sure his footsteps didn’t click against the floor, he carefully laid you next to her on the bed, fluffing up a pillow before he helped you rest your head back.
He made his way to the opposite side of the bed, Ellie in between the both of you.
“G’night, darlin’.”
“Goodnight, Joel.”
AHHH guys i love joel sm, hes not even the type of guy id usually gravitate towards but UGHH I love how he gets sweeter as you progress in the game. I need him sb holy moly
summary: Chris has a fear of failure, often characterized through inaction. Which is why he's never taken the opportunity to confess to you, his best friend ever since his early childhood. Stuck, and sure that you could never love him in the way that he loves you, he turns to Josh, his other close friend who advises him to set his sights elsewhere. To distract himself. Torn that Chris seemingly has feelings for someone else, despite loving him in silence for so long, you're stuck between a rock and a hard place, settling for remaining silent. But unbeknownst to either of you, this was all a result of Josh's plan.
warnings/tags: chris hartley x reader, reader insert, use of (first name), fluff, slightly suggestive, slow-ish burn, mutual pining
short author's note: chris is a bit ooc and honestly this is not my best work, but i've been quite busy recently and i was hoping i could deliver something at least somewhat up to par! i dont know how much longer ill have free time for, so i really hope you enjoy this even though its not my proudest work. very sorry if it seems rushed </3
One-shot requested by @ilovetheriddler
word count: 5.5k
Catching snowflakes in the palms of your hands, the gentle winter winds making your ears sting, and in the distance, the steadily approaching figures of two of your good friends, Sam and Chris.
Pressing your knees together as the frigid temperature continued to seep its way through your thick leather coat, your eyes seemed to linger on Chris’ steadily approaching silhouette. He always did have this.. warmth to him. Safety. He’s trustworthy, reliable, funny, smart, who could ask for a better best friend?
“Hi, Chris!” You hear Ashley greet him.
Your head snaps toward her, your gaze tentatively switching from Ash to Chris, Chris to Ash, Ash to Chris.
“Hey, Ash,” Chris greeted back, standing over her. “So, how’re you doing?”
“Mm, good! But, a little cold…” Ash replied, as you couldn’t help but notice the way that she looked at him.
Their conversation seemed to fade into the background as your thoughts raced. They’d been spending an awful lot of time together. You’d heard so from Josh.
It was gut wrenching. What did she have that you didn't?
That soft smile he wore, that undoubtedly cute, toothy grin that creeped onto his face whenever he’d beat you at one of those stupid video games of his. It hurt like hell watching him smile at someone like that, someone who wasn’t you.
“Hey, you uh, you doing alright?” Chris gently placed a hand on your shoulder, his warmth somehow soaking through the leather of your coat and your knit sweater underneath.
You flinched, “oh, uh, yeah. Sorry,” you apologized, patting Chris’ hand.
Heat rose to your cheeks as your heart seemed to begin pounding against the inside of your chest.
“Jeez, (First Name). You were really out of it just now, everything okay?” Ash inquired, painfully considerate.
It was hard to hate Ash. She was very sweet, and even though buried deep in some crevice of your psyche, you were pissed at her for what felt like stealing your best friend. You were jealous, no doubt. But you just couldn’t hate Ash. She was as good a friend to you as everyone else was.
You couldn’t blame her, you couldn’t find the heart to. If anything, you blamed yourself. Spent all these years admiring him in silence, not daring to ever act on those feelings that had been brewing inside of you for God-knows-how-many years. Maybe if you’d acted sooner, things would’ve ended up differently. But you hadn’t. Only the pages tucked inside of your diary knew about how you truly looked at him. The longing looks, the warmth of his inside of his bedroom, the Star Wars figurines scattered on his dresser, the cold plastic of his PS3 controllers, the late nights you’d spend playing video games only to wake up on his shoulder. The little things that meant so much more than it would if he were just a friend to you.
“Yeah,” you glanced up at Chris, “yeah, I’m alright.” You replied, refusing to maintain eye contact with either of them.
Chris sighed, “You sure, you know I’m always here if you ever need to–”
“I’m fine,” you quickly dismissed him, gently removing his hand off of your shoulder. “Shouldn’t you be helping Josh? He’s waiting for you.”
His lips pursed as he felt a pang in his chest at your unusually cold exterior. A million thoughts ran through his mind, wondering if he did something to upset you. He quickly debated in his mind whether or not to ask, but you were right. Josh was waiting for him.
“Yeah, yeah I guess he is. I’ll uh, I’ll see you,” Chris dejectedly stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets, turning to join Josh.
The snow crunched beneath their shoes as they scanned the perimeter of the lodge, looking for some way to enter, snowflakes gently dusting the tops of their heads.
“Uh, hey, Josh?” Chris murmurs, the frigid temperatures painting the tip of his nose pink.
Josh turns, “somethin’ up Cochise? Didn’t look very happy after you saw (First Name) just now.” Josh observed.
“I– uh, I don’t know if you’d noticed this, but I sure did.” Chris paused to momentarily stop in his tracks, “(First Name) seems to be… kind of blowing me off, I guess? Or at least, avoiding me recently.” He sheepishly rubbed his neck, his voice laced with uncertainty.
Josh shook his head with a playful scoff, turning to continue walking as Chris hesitantly followed behind him.
“Looks to me, like you make her nervous,” Josh replied, half-shouting as the wind slightly picked up.
“What?” Chris shook his head in confusion, “I don’t– I don’t know, man…”
“What does it matter, anyway? I thought you were goin’ for Ashley?” Josh chimed, “And you saw her just a few minutes ago, she looked pretty hot, didn’t she? Just wanna rip that parka right off of her–”
Chris grumbles, “can you chill, man? I mean– I don’t know– I know you told me that I should just go for Ashley instead, and she’s cute I guess, but I just– as much as I try to focus on Ashley, it just still bothers me that (First Name) has been putting this.. distance between us, y’know? She’s been my best friend for almost as long as I’ve known you, and I guess I’m just– I’m not used to not having her around all the time. I even tried calling her while I was at the cable car with Sam. Even she was surprised that (First Name) didn’t pick up.”
“Woah, woah,” Josh turns. “What are you trying to tell me? Don’t tell me you’ve still got the hots for (First Name),” Josh impishly teased.
“No! No, that’s not what I’m saying at all, dude,” Chris jolted, rather unconvincingly as he tried to dismiss Josh’s accusation.
“Right, right…” Josh nods, clearly not convinced, “just sayin’, all I’m seeing is two dorks who keep dancing around each other, too pussy to say anything.”
“I dunno, I just don’t think she could ever… like me, like that.”
Rolling his eyes with a groan, “my God, man!” Josh facepalmed, “what is stopping you, seriously? Listen, dude. Look around you, do you see any parents? Just think, you and her alone, dripping with possibilities! Erotic possibilities–”
Chris promptly cut him off, “could you just cool it for a sec? If I try something like that I don’t even know if she would want to be my friend anymore. That is like twelve years of friendship just thrown down the drain. ” Chris interrupted him, the stress almost making him break out in a sweat if it weren’t for the icy cold breeze.
“You gotta buck up, bro. Grow a pair,” Josh shrugged. “Just sayin’, I think if you have any chance of finally getting some, your best bet is on Ashley.”
Chris grumbled. He didn't just want to 'get some.' What he wanted was unattainable, painfully so.
“So how are we planning on breaking into my parents’ lodge, bud?”
“Wait, I didn’t say I had a plan–”
Josh continued walking up the path, “you sounded like you had a plan. You better deliver, Cochise, or else you got five lovely ladies who are gonna be freezing their buns off, and last time I checked, that's not a good way to get laid.”
“Well shoot, nobody likes cold buns.”
You could feel your muscles growing tense as your body continued to shiver, impatiently waiting for Josh and Chris to find a way to finally get the door open.
“We’re freezing our buns off out here!” Ashley comments, the wind picking up as if on cue.
It was true. Even though your fleece lined leggings underneath the cute skirt you decided to wear, you were quite chilly. Anyone would be, and you could feel your fingertips growing numb as you rubbed your hands together in an attempt to generate any sort of warmth.
“WoOooOOoOOoo!” You heard Chris muffledly clamour from behind the door.
You mentally cursed yourself for laughing.
“Oh– Chris–!” You were supposed to be blowing him off, but here you were, folding under zero pressure.
“Aw, how’d you know it was me?”
“I am going to set the lodge on fire while you’re trapped in there!” You added, peering at him through the window.
He sighed with relief to himself to see that you were finally treating him normally again. It had only been a couple of days but to him, it felt like a couple of years.
“You wouldn’t dare!” Chris teased back with an almost cartoon-sounding British accent.
“Oh but I would,” you added. “I’m gonna turn you into a stew and eat you!”
“Ooh, very scary, (First Name). I’m shakin’ in my boots.”
You shook your head, “ohoh, when I get my hands on–”
“Uh– hello! Hate to interrupt but shouldn’t you be like, getting the lock open or something?” Sam interjected, folding her arms.
“On it!” Chris jolted, quickly leaving to find the spray-on deodorant.
Sam sighed, turning to both you and Ashley.
“Feels like we’ve been out here for ages,” Sam leaned against the doorframe.
Ashley grumbled, “what is taking Chris so long?”
Sam’s gaze immediately averted towards you, “speaking of Chris,” she turned to face you. “How are things? Between the both of you?”
Uh oh.
Chris definitely picked up on your change in behavior towards him.
“Uhh,” you scrambled for something– anything– to say, “they’re fine, I suppose. Why do you ask?”
“No reason!” She replied, suspiciously quickly.
She swiftly turned to face back towards the door, her pink backpack nearly hitting you in the face.
She quickly tried to shift the conversation, “really wish Chris would just get the darn lock open already!”
You didn’t reply, only inquisitively looked over at Ashley, whose gaze was fixated on Sam. She held a certain expression, lips slightly pursed and eyebrows raised, as though she wanted to ask why she’d question you about Chris. You felt a twinge of guilt, but in the end, you knew that Chris was hers.
Minutes passed of awkward silence and intentionally avoided eye contact amongst the three of you.
My God, Chris, please just come get the lock–
And as if on cue, the door finally swung open.
“Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week,” Chris bowed, earning an eyeroll from both Sam and Ashley.
“Oh, yeah yeah, took you long– EEEK!” You and Chris both shrieked as you jumped back, almost bumping into Sam, a furry, small brown critter scurried out from the lodge behind Chris.
Sam and Ashley both laughed, “what was it? Are you both okay?” Ash’s eyes darted between you and Chris.
“It was like a bear, or a tiger, or something–” Chris stammered.
Sam giggled, “aww it was a cute little baby wolverine!”
“Don’t worry buddy!” Josh chimed, just appearing from around the corner once he’d heard Chris’ voice. “You’re gonna be a big boy soon.”
Josh patted you and Sam on the backs with a soft smile. Finally entering the lodge felt like a dream. The harsh winds finally weren’t cutting across your skin and the temperature, although still freezing, wasn’t accompanied by snow and occasional hail.
Chris promptly shut the door behind you, as you saw Josh, his hands on both Sam and Ashley’s shoulders, as the three of them went on ahead.
“Whew! Let's go get a fire goin',” Josh leaned his head down as he gently nudged Sam and Ashley along.
You turned back around to Chris, who was standing idly against the doorframe. His gaze had already been fixed on you. He shifted awkwardly through the thick silence.
It was oddly comfortable, you noticed. Even though your heart was definitely beating harder than it was just a few minutes prior and your cheeks felt flushed, you wanted to remain stationed in his presence, even if all it was was just looking into those eyes of his, decorated with slightly curled eyelashes.
Your eyes wandered his face, your eyes lingered on his lips for just a second too long as you internally prayed he didn’t notice.
His hair was slightly askew and his glasses were slightly uneven, not going unnoticed by your observant stare. Without even giving it a second thought, you reached your hand up towards his head, pinching the side of his glasses between your thumb and index fingers.
“W-what are you–” Chris immediately felt himself tense up as your hand approached the side of his face, “oh,” he added with subtle disappointment.
The poor man probably thought you were about to kiss him.
“Thanks,” Chris looked away into some random corner of the room, too scared to look you back in the eye.
The amount of times Chris’s thoughts wandered into such uncharted territory was beyond countless. If he had a dollar for every time he’d even just considered all of the different possibilities about what it could possibly be like to plant just one kiss onto those pretty, often glossy lips of yours, he’d be set for the rest of his life.
“Yeah,” you murmured, “of course.”
Your hand lingered for a moment, fingertips just barely grazing his cheek, and finding comfort atop his shoulder, he took a sharp, deep breath in.
Physical contact wasn’t uncommon between you two, you were always play-fighting and whatnot, but something about this was different. Perhaps it was the cold finally getting to him, the lack of sleep he’d gotten the night before from the mixture of excitement and (mostly) anxiety about seeing everyone again since Hannah and Beth’s disappearance, or maybe it was the twinkle in your eyes that he’d never seen before. The way your eyes lingered on his form, the slight tilt of your head, the way the moonlight shining through the window highlighted the soft hue of your cheeks, the scent of your perfume filling his head with a multitude of thoughts that stretched past the bounds of just friendship, or maybe he was finally experiencing the feeling of just sitting and looking at you, with you staring right back at him.
It’s not like he’d never taken moments to just look at you before, with your eyes precariously meeting his, but they never lasted for this long. You’d both often break the eye contact after not even 3 seconds had passed.
Apparently, blowing him off for just a few days was too much for you. You really did miss him that much, and right now, the only people on the planet were just you and Chris.
Your other hand found itself placed atop of his other shoulder, “y’know, Chris, I’m really glad you cou–”
“Hey Chris!” You and Chris jumped at the sound of Mike’s voice down the hall, “Josh and I kinda need help getting this fire started, could you come help us out man?”
You immediately pulled away from Chris, all the confidence you held just a few moments ago seemed to get swallowed up by the sudden change in atmosphere as you fiddled with your skirt.
“Sorry, I’m sorry, about that. I don’t know what came over me, truly. But, um, yeah you should definitely go help them out. I think we could all appreciate some warmth,” you stammered, already trying to make your way to the door.
You felt awful. What about Ashley? You were all over Chris just now because you’d somehow forgotten, in that fleeting moment, that he was in the process of trying to form a relationship with Ashley.
“Wait!” Chris exclaimed, “please just wait a sec.”
You froze.
Taking a shaky breath in, you hesitantly turned back around to face him.
He paused, as if searching the room for the words to speak, “I’m sorry, really sorry, if I did anything to upset you recently. Maybe I’m just making shit up in my head but, I dunno, I thought you were avoiding me for a little while,” Chris shrugged, sheepishly.
You felt yet another rush of guilt, “oh, Chris, I’m–”
“Chris! Could you please hurry up and get over here!? We’re kinda freezing our asses off!” The both of you heard Mike shout down the hallway again.
Chris groaned, rubbing his temple with his finger as you heard him mutter under his breath something along the lines of ‘really goddamn important, but what-fucking-ever.’
“I promise we can talk about this later, okay (First Name)?” Chris placed a hand on your shoulder, “I mean seriously, how have Josh AND Mike not figured out how to get a stupid fireplace running?”
You scoffed with a bit of a dejected smile.
In all honesty, you hoped later would never come.
How were you going to explain to your best friend that the reason you started pulling away from him was because you still had prominent, blaring feelings for him? And now he was going after someone else, and you couldn’t handle it. For your own selfish reasons, it felt easier pushing him away first before he had the chance to. And Ashley- oh, Ashley. You didn’t want to hurt her. You knew you’d be angry, you knew you’d be hurt, as if you weren’t both of those things already. But you didn’t want to blame her for it.
“Yeah. Later,” you nodded, refusing to look up at him.
You felt your body tensing up all over again as you shuffled around him to get through the door, your skirt almost getting caught on the edge of his jeans. Bits of snow fluttered off the sleeve of his coat as you pushed past him, hoping you didn’t look as uptight as you felt.
Chris watched as your silhouette disappeared around the corner as he lingered by the doorway. His forehead thumped against the wall with small, repeated ‘thuds,’ as he groaned into his hands.
“God, I’m such an idiot,” Chris grumbled.
Everyone’s heads turned to face you, partly hoping it was Chris finally coming to help save the day, and while not necessarily disappointed, sighed with annoyance that he hadn’t come over yet.
“Hi (First Name), where the hell is Chris?” Mike asked, his hand slapping the side of his thigh.
Immediately turning to face him and doing your best at putting on some kind of smile for the time being, you replied with a nod, “he’s coming.”
“Better fuckin’ be,” Mike muttered under his breath with his lip bitten with impatience.
The mahogany floor clicked under your boots as you made your way towards Sam, who was sitting patiently on the stairs. Jess greeted you as you passed by with a wave and a smile, earning a grin from you.
“Hi, (First Name),” Sam softly greeted you, patting the empty spot on the stairs beside her.
Joining her with a gentle smile, the stairs even colder than they looked, you rested your head on her shoulder, letting out a sigh you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding in.
“Chris bothering you?” Sam asked, as if reading your mind.
You froze, eyes widening and heart practically stopping.
A long few seconds passed, “I’ll take that as a yes,” Sam added, leaning her head against yours.
You groaned into your hands, “was it really that obvious?”
Sam giggled at your flustered state, “painfully.”
Although you never admitted it directly to her, Sam knew all this time about your potent feelings for the nerdy man. She didn’t even need Josh to gossip to her about it, she could tell just from your mannerisms whenever she saw the two of you together. Pretty much everyone in the group knew, or at least had a strong suspicion, but knew you’d probably die of embarrassment if you ever found out.
“You guys are always together, always messing around with each other. I don't think I’ve ever seen you guys spend this much time apart. What happened?” Sam asked, just barely above a whisper, ensuring no one else could hear your conversation.
“I just,” you paused to look around the room. “I just, I regret not acting on my feelings sooner, ya know? Maybe things would’ve turned out differently? But I don’t know, I don’t even think he could ever like me back anyway. And even though–” you cut yourself off.
Harshly exhaling through your nose, “even though at this point I’m probably– I don’t want to get in the way of him and Ashley.”
You felt a weight finally being lifted off your shoulders as you finally told someone, that wasn’t your diary, how you felt.
You clutched your knees in your hands.
“I trust you not to tell anyone?” You asked, looking up at her.
With a pitiful look in her eyes and a sigh, she grumbled, “god damn it, Josh.”
Josh?“Josh? What are you talking about?” You replied, confusion evident on your face.
Sam seemed to contemplate for a moment, looking up at the ceiling.
“Josh is an idiot. If anyone is to blame, please blame Josh,” Sam sighed. “If you want my advice, you should talk to Chris about this.”
“Sam, I don’t know if–”
She cut you off, “(First Name), I need you to trust me on this.” She held both of your hands in between hers.
You paused for a moment, “I’m scared, Sam.”
She caressed the back of your hand with her thumb, “I know, I know. I know how big of a risk this feels like. But you need to trust me. You’re my friend, I’d never advise you to do something that would hurt you.”
“But what about Ash?” You added.
“I need you to do me a favor, and stop thinking about Ash. Put yourself first every now and then! You’re always too wrapped up thinking about other people even at your own expense. Take my advice, talk to Chris. He’s understanding and sweet, you know that better than any of us,” said Sam.
“Yeah, you’re right. I’m just scared of.. pushing him away,” you replied.
“Jeez, how much longer is this going to take?” You and Sam heard Chris from across the room.
“My money’s on blankets for everyone!” Ash chimes.
Josh stood back up, the floor creaking beneath him.
“Alright, you know what, peanut gallery? I’ve got an idea for you two,” Josh smiled smugly at Chris and Ashley.
“What?” asked Ashley.
Josh glanced over at you, just momentarily scanning your face for some sort of reaction. “Okay, well I’m pretty sure that somewhere in this crazy place we used to have a… spirit board.”
“Wait, are you saying… we should have a seance?” Ashley inquired, slightly perturbed.
“Hey, Josh?” Sam got up from the stairs, motioning for you to follow along. “No hot water’s kinda major oversight, don’t ya think?”
Josh turns to Sam, his eyes lingering on hers just for a split second. “Yeah, yeah. Just gotta fire up the boiler. It’s in the basement. You guys see if you can find the spirit board,” Josh points to the hallway to Chris and Ash.
“I actually think that, um,” Sam interjected. “Ash, would you please clear the table upstairs? Just, make sure it’s ready for once you guys get the spirit board. And, (First Name) and Chris, could the two of you actually go and get the spirit board instead?”
Josh and Ash both seemed confused, looking over at Sam with a bit of a bewildered expression.
Sam mouthed to Josh, ‘trust me.’
Josh shrugged, ultimately deciding not to put up a protest.
“Alright, sounds good to me. That good with everyone else?” Josh around to everyone, scanning the room for any possible objections.
“Okay then,” Sam dismissed everyone. “I’ll see you guys later. Josh, I’ll join you down in the basement.”
“Alright, I’m down for a ride-along,” Josh pointed with his head towards the opposite hallway.
After a few moments finally passed, he looked back to make sure you and Chris couldn’t hear the conversation he and Sam were about to have.
“What was that?” Josh asked in a hushed whisper, brows knit.
“Your plan is stupid, Josh!” Sam shook her head, “all you’re doing is putting a rift between them by encouraging Chris to pursue someone else!”
“Look, you and I both know that Chris doesn’t have the balls to say anything to (First Name) himself. All I’m doing is giving (First Name) some… motivation. Just givin’ her a little nudge to get the ball rolling,” he replies, grabbing a flashlight from the drawer nearby.
“And before you say anything, Ash is in on it. I wouldn’t use one of our friends like that,” Josh cautiously added before turning back around.
Sam only shook her head in response. That plan that he had was worse than she thought, God-fucking-awful was what it was.
“I hope you know what you’re doing, Josh.”
The library was for-some-odd-reason, the coldest room in the entire lodge. Your breath visible even in the dark room, accompanied by Chris’ flashlight aimlessly wandering the surrounding bookshelves, looking for wherever Josh kept that, by Chris’ words, ‘stupid frickin’ mythical piece of wood,’ AKA the spirit board.
“Gosh, feels like we’ve been searching forever,” you got up from the drawer with a stretch and a yawn.
You’d been unusually talkative since the two of you were sent on this small little mission together. There was almost hardly any silence between the two of you, but half of the shit that was coming out of your mouth was random, with almost hardly any correlation between each new fact or trivia that you happened to mention.
Were you hoping he didn’t notice? Yes. Did he? Also yes.
Were you talking so much in hopes to distract him from the promised ‘let’s talk about this later’ situation earlier? 100% yes.
“Would you look at that?” Chris whispered to himself. “I finally found what we’ve been looking for!” Chris announced from the other side of the library.
He held up the board in one hand, the box looking worn down and busted. Its age was evident just from the box’s exterior.
“Awesome!” You grabbed the board from his hand, “now we can get back to the others!”
“Wait– (First Name),” Chris gently grabbed your arm, his flashlight fumbling out of his grasp and thudding against the carpet.
You turned back around, the soft iota of candlelight from the nearby nightstand just barely illuminating Chris’ face.
“Would you please just– just talk to me?” Chris unconsciously closed some of the space between the both of you. “You’re my best friend, the person I’ve been closest to for all my life. Nothing could ever change that.”
That was the problem.
You didn’t want to just be his best friend. You wanted to be his.
“No, Chris, please,” you shook your head, emotions swelling throughout your body.
“Chris, you don’t understand,” you backed away from him, your shoulder thudding against the wall.
“Then help me understand,” he pleaded, his hands making their way up to your shoulders.
“I– I,” Chris stammered, licking his lips as if to gather courage for what he’s about to say next.
“I want to be there for you, always,” he paused. “I want to know what’s going on with you, inside that big noggin of yours.”
His comment earned a small smile from you, of course not going unnoticed.
“Big or small, I want to be there through it all. Through thick, and thin.”
Your chest swelled, and now more than ever, it was you and him against the world. And you loved the feeling, the exclusivity, the excitement. The rush of blood every time he was near, the safety and comfort of his presence.
“Oh, Chris,” you murmured, slowly lifting your head to meet his eyes.
‘I suppose now would be the time to take Sam’s advice.’ You thought to yourself.
Even though it was difficult, and even though it felt almost wrong, you decided to trust Sam. You took every upcoming thought that might consider the worst of the worst outcome, and buried them. Shoved them aside, because right now, with that look in his eyes and the feeling of his hands on your shoulders, the word ‘no’ seemed to vanish from your vocabulary altogether.
“I.. uh,” you gulped. “I just didn’t want to… get in the way of you and Ashley.”
His eyes scanned your face, as if trying to piece together the information in his head.
“Me– me and Ash? What are you– what do you mean?” Chris replied, brows knit.
You let out a frustrated sigh, “you know what I mean! I heard from Josh that you and her had been spending a lot of time together.”
His eyes slightly widened in disbelief, “he said that to you? Josh?”
It was all starting to slowly come together in his mind. Josh did this on purpose. He planned this.
“What– what are you– what are you saying?” Chris asked, his heart pounding so loud in his chest he could almost hear it.
You gruffly sighed, pushing his hand off of your shoulder, “you know what I mean, Chris!”
“No, no, don’t do that. Please, (First Name),” Chris was practically begging. “I need to hear you say it. I need to know that you’re saying what I think you’re saying because–”
He cut himself off, taking a moment to sigh into his hands.
“Because if I’m wrong, and I ruin this– this closeness that we have, that I wouldn’t trade for the goddamn world,” he gulped. “I don’t think I would ever forgive myself.”
Your voice seemed to get caught in the pit of your throat. Time seemed to stop. And just like that, the whole world seemed to vanish all over again.
Chris stared, with this deepness in his eyes, at you. His shoulders rose and fell with a certain intensity, only continuing to grow with every second that passed without an answer.
With trembling hands and shallow breaths, you gave into that tiny voice in your head. That tiny voice that had been telling you for years to just get on with it, to finally let yourself drown in him.
And that voice was screaming at you to just say ‘fuck it’ and do it.
Your legs moved on their own, stationing yourself just inches away from him as you sloppily tossed the spirit board onto some random section of the floor. One of your hands found itself at the base of his neck, slowly moving upwards towards his jawline, softly tracing it with the back of your fingertips.
You heard him make a soft, indelible noise, his eyes widening and his jaw practically hitting the floor.
Your other hand rested itself just beneath his collarbone, gently caressing his chest. You could feel it rise and fall with each breath, quick, fleeting, heart pounding with excitement, before suddenly pushing him backwards, setting him off of his balance. His back hit the front of one of the shelves with a ‘clunk!’, the books rattling and a soft gasp escaping his lips before you sharply sealed them with your own.
He groaned, almost inaudibly, his arms finding solace wrapped up in your warmth as he pulled you in closer.
And he kissed you back. It was slow, gentle, messy, and alluring, begging for more.
His arms tightened around your waist, pulling your body flush against his, needy and impatient.
You don’t know how long he’d been waiting to do that, how badly he needed you. How he couldn’t tame the thoughts that caused his mind to race even past what it would be like to just kiss you. Your presence haunted him, during the busy days, during lecture hall, during the boring nights when he was alone in his deafeningly silent room, in his shameful, unruly dreams.
It was all you. He was yours, and always was yours, whether you would’ve even liked it or not. He fell hard before he even knew what that meant.
The both of you finally pulled away for air, cheeks flushed and breath just barely ghosting over his neck.
“Maybe.. maybe Josh’s shitty plan wasn’t so bad after all,” Chris’ voice was breathy, the purr in his voice sending a chill down your spine.
You only laughed in response, planting a soft peck on his cheek.
“Speaking of Josh,” you looked down at the floor where you’d sloppily dropped the spirit board, “you think they’re waiting for us?”
Chris immediately jolted, “oh, shit!” He gently put his hands on your waist, steadying you onto your feet so you were no longer leaning on him.
He quickly scrambled to pick up the spirit board and the flashlight, “how long have we been in here for?”
Smoothing out your clothes, which had gotten mildly messed up, you replied, “hell if I know. We should probably get back before they get suspicious.”
Turning back around to face you, holding an expression of dissatisfaction, he planted one more kiss onto your lips.
He lingered, barely able to contain the part of himself that wanted to drop the board and the flashlight all over again just so he could hold you, but mustered up the strength to finally pull away.
“This,” he paused with a shy smile, “this we should definitely continue later.”
You gazed up at his towering figure, “that sounds lovely.”
Hi I saw u wanted Chris reqs 😋😋😋 What kind of thing r u interested in writing?? I have tons of requests I’d love to send
hello anon! im willing to write fluff, smut, most tropes, etc. go ahead and just send me any requests you might have and ill get to writing! the more specific your request, the more I can guarantee I'll write something up to par <3
hi guys, ik hardly anyone really read most of my works but im back now!! back from what was previously intended to be fully putting writing fanfiction behind me LOL but here we are, ive fortunately-unfortunately fallen for a new video game character from Until Dawn. I just love his silly personality and nerdy antics <3
if anyone is a fan of Until Dawn feel free to send me any requests for him! I love writing and i have a good chunk of free time on my hands now since im not in school at the moment :p
@finniestoncrane left this open for anyone to do, so here I am!
go to 'on repeat'/heavy rotation playlist on spotify/apple music/wherever you listen to music, throw it on shuffle, and share the first 10 songs you get!
1. Love you to death - Type 0 Negative.
2. What once was - Hers.
3. Koolaid- Bring me the horizon.
4. Come on Eileen - Dexys Midnight Runners.
5. Anthems for a seventeen year old girl - Broken Social Scene.
6. Drowing in an empty sea - Deceits.
7. Monolith - Twin Tribes.
8. Chicago is so two years ago - Fall out boy.
9. G.I.N.A.S.F.S - Fall out boy.
10. Modify - Lemon Demon.
I'll tag @ap41cu5, @standard-human, @nshtn, and anyone else who wants to do this!
lars x reader fluff? maybe after a long day they just chill and cuddle and unwind? a bath would be so cute
Bubbles
Lars Pinfield x Fem! Reader
Rating: Fluff
Genre: Fluff One-Shot
Word Count: 1370
Short Synposis: lars feels bad about not helping during the battle against garraka due to his encounter with pukey. him and the reader have already been dating for some time now, so they both go home and have a nice bath together and cuddle afterwards :3 super fluffy and lars is super soft in this <3 apologies if he seems OOC at any point during the fic!
“I.. apologize for not being available during the whole Garraka mess.” Lars stiffly apologized, “Pukey caught me at a bad time. And now I’m– well– covered in puke.”
You glanced over at him from the driver’s seat, the corners of your mouth curving upwards into a small smile.
“Don’t worry about it, Lars. We were all able to handle Garraka fine, with the help of Nadeem’s powers that is.”
He shifted in his seat, a slight hint of guilt still seeping through his normally stoic expression.
“And– uh– thanks for driving us home, as well, love,” he added, some of the slime in his hair dripping down his cheek.
“You’re so mushy all of the sudden!” You laughed, “you drive us home all the time. It’s probably a good thing you let me drive. Wouldn’t want any of that gunk getting all over the steering wheel,” you chuckled, attempting to joke with him.
He didn’t respond, only looking down at his feet. The car freshener doing a so-so job at covering up the stench of vomit emitting from Lars’ soaked clothes and hair.
You sighed, “it’s been a long day. Why don’t we take a bath once we get home? I’ll help you wash all the gunk out of your hair.” You suggested, hoping for a more positive response.
“That sounds.. quite nice, actually” he admitted.
Now that was the Lars you knew and loved. He always got so mushy around you, not that you were complaining.
The whirr of the car’s engine soon came to a halt as you pulled into the parking lot of both yours and Lars’ shared apartment. Lars tried his best not to get too much of the green slimy substance coating his uniform on the car door, but unsurprisingly failed. His footsteps made a wet, squelching sound with each step towards the apartment.
“Hold on just a sec!” You quickly interrupted Lars just inches before his puke covered shoe made contact with the inside of the apartment.
“Take your shoes off outside. I’ll throw em’ in a pillowcase and toss them in the wash,” you said.
He nodded, and luckily his socks were unscathed for the most part. He shut the door behind him as he tried not to drip all over the floors.
“Go ahead and take off your uniform. I’ll go throw it in the wash,” you instructed, helping him with the zipper.
He nodded, carefully stepping out of the black jumpsuit.
His clothes underneath seemed to be relatively unscathed as well. His loosely fastened tie paired with a button up and jeans appeared relatively clean, a vast contrast to his jumpsuit.
“Could you go put your dirty clothes in the wash while I prepare the bath for you?” You requested.
“Sure, love,” he replied, making his way to the laundry room.
You kicked your shoes off, shuffling to the bathroom to start the water. Kneeling beside the bathtub, you even did the courtesy of putting a bit of your floral scented soap in the water to turn it into a soft scented bubble bath. The bathroom mirrors started to fog up a bit as the bathtub filled up further.
“Lars! The bath is ready!” You called for him.
“Coming!” You heard a muffled shout back.
He seemed to sniff the air a bit as he entered, “hibiscus?”
“Spot on, Pinfield,” you teased, standing up.
“Let’s get these clothes off so we can get you washed up,” you added, undoing his tie for him.
He lightly chuckled as he undid his belt, “I really don’t deserve you, now do I? You’re the one who went and fought Garraka with the whole lot of them and you’re the one pampering me?”
“I can stop if you’d rather pamper me instead,” you smugly grinned.
“We can take turns,” he hastily stammered.
You laughed, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek before he quickly stopped you.
“You really don’t want to risk getting any of Pukey’s gunk in your mouth. Trust me,” he warned.
You quickly nodded, grateful he stopped you.
He finished getting the rest of his clothes off as he sunk into the warm bath. He sighed in relief as he felt his muscles start to relax.
“Have I died and gone to heaven?” He asked as he rested his head on the back of the wall.
You snorted, “just wait until I start washing your hair.”
You carefully took his glasses from off his nose, keeping a mental note to wash those later.
You squirted some shampoo onto your hands before carefully running your fingers through Lars’ grimey hair. You winced at first, the slimy feeling of whatever it was Pukey spat onto his hair felt gross against your fingers. But you loved him, so you pushed through. Making sure to wash every drip of muck out of his blonde curls.
“Mmm, that’s lovely,” he murmured as you massaged his scalp.
His eyes were calmly shut, his breathing slow and steady.
The sight was almost adorable, “don’t fall asleep on me now. I still have my turn in the bath. And your shoulder massages are to die for.”
“Why don’t you join me?” He suggested, his eyes fluttering open.
“Join you?” You said, grabbing a washcloth from the counter.
“Yeah! Why not? We could wash each other,” he suggested, looking up at you.
You shrugged, “I suppose I don’t see why not.”
After grabbing a change of clothes and disposing of the ones you had on, you carefully lowered yourself in the tub beside him.
“Oh, that really is lovely,” you murmured, the warm liquid allowing your muscles to relax.
He poured some water onto the back of your hair, “isn’t it?” He replied.
His fingers ran through your hair and down the back of your neck as he carefully rubbed your shoulders.
“Your shoulders are quite stiff. Been stressed lately?” He asked.
“Of course. Garraka could’ve killed us all had Nadeem not been there,” you replied, melting into his touch.
“I’m relieved that you’re alright after that whole mess. I know I must’ve said that a million times already, but I mean it,” he planted a kiss on the top of your head.
“I love you,” you replied.
“I love you too, darling.”
“Let’s watch some TV when we’re done? Maybe some Mythbusters?” You suggested.
“You know me so well,” he replied as you leaned back into his hands.
After about 30 minutes passed, you laid curled up on the couch while Lars went to go grab popcorn so you could both watch TV together for the rest of the night.
The night was peacefully silent. The sound of cars passing by was strangely few and far between, but it was nothing to complain about. The small lampshade on the small coffee table stationed beside the couch created just the right amount of light, making it dark enough to relax but light enough so you could see.
You idly flipped through the channels, hoping to see Mythbusters come on sooner or later.
“Here you are, love,” Lars handed you a bowl of popcorn as he grabbed a blanket to place over the both of you.
“Mythbusters on?” He asked as he took a seat beside you, cuddling up to your resting form.
“No, doesn’t seem like it. I’ve been flipping through channels for a minute now and nothing,” you replied.
“Eh, that’s alright. I was only looking forward to the cuddling bit,” Lars said, his arm wrapping around your waist as he big spooned you.
“You really are just a big teddy bear, aren’t you?” You jokingly remarked as his arm snaked around your waist and he buried his head in your hair.
He let out a muffled grumble in response as he took in your scent. You weren’t sure if he had even heard what you said as his breathing slowed, and grew more steady. You could feel him slowly drift off to sleep as he unconsciously cuddled further into you. His warmth on top of your comfy position on the couch only made it harder to stay awake and sleep beckoned for your arrival.
He really is just a big teddy bear under all that sarcasm and callousness.
ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US (lars pinfield fan!!!!) if you’re still taking requests, could you possibly do one where lucky teases lars on his obvious crush on the reader/character? and reader/character picks up on his nervousness and awkwardness?? sorry if it’s a bit vague. remember to take care of urself and thank you in advance <3 :)
Stifled
Lars Pinfield x Fem! Reader
Rating: Slight NSFW - Suggestive Themes
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2464
A/N: thanks so much for your request anon! i really hope this is what you were looking for. ive noticed im struggling to write him completely in character, but i did my best! i hope you enjoy <3
“Oh, please. You totally do! There’s no point in denying it anymore!” You heard Lucky exclaim from the other room before she was hastily hushed.
“Would you keep your voice down!?” Lars seethed as he attempted to hush Lucky.
You were quite literally just one step away from the door, but clearly you were about to walk in on a conversation you weren’t supposed to be hearing.
At first the plan was to come back later, but the next thing you heard immediately motivated you to stay. While you normally weren’t the type to eavesdrop, maybe just today you’d listen for just a few seconds longer.
“Well, it’s not like it matters anyway! You always get so nervous and uptight around her. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought you hated her,” Lucky commented.
Who are they talking about?
Shooting her a glare, he refused to answer and only turned back toward his desk.
“Don’t you have work to be doing?” He irritatedly asked, his tone making it clear that he wanted her to leave.
Lucky hopped onto one of the tables, “why? You want me to go so that you’ll both get some precious alone time once she gets back?” Lucky teased him, a smug grin plastering across her face.
Lars has a crush. The realization struck you right in the gut, one of your hands clutching the side of your uniform.
You couldn’t help the fact that you liked him. There was something about his high intelligence, his attentiveness to detail, and occasional sass that drew you to him, despite him always acting standoffish whenever you were around.
The possibility of him catching feelings for someone else broke your heart. You couldn’t stand the thought of him being with someone who wasn’t you.
“Alright, fine, I’ll go. But I can already smell the look on your face once she gets back!” Lucky giggled on her way out the door.
You immediately began to panic. You could hear her footsteps rapidly growing closer, and there was nowhere to hide in the sector of the lab you were in. So you took the only choice you had and tried to walk through the door as casually as you could muster.
Taking a quick deep breath in and walking in through the door, you were immediately met with Lucky’s face just inches away from yours.
An awkward split second passed where you both just stared at each other before she finally said, “(First Name)! Funny seeing you here!” She raised her voice, making sure Lars could hear her.
“I work here,” you chuckled, “I just got back from my lunch break.” You held up a paper bag containing your leftovers.
She animatedly nodded, “I see, I see. Well, I’ll catch you later, (First Name)!” She slipped past you, “have fun, Lars!”
She gave Lars a knowing look as she walked off, shooting you a quick wink as well.
Lucky was always energetic and cheerful, but she carried a much more playful attitude than usual. Your interest piqued, especially given the previous conversation they had.
You placed your lunch bag down onto your desk as you turned your head to look at Lars. The moment you looked over, you saw his head shift back down to his desk, as though he was already looking at you. Part of you immediately pondered what that look could have possibly meant, but you tried not to overthink it. He probably wanted to see who was approaching, as if Lucky somehow hadn’t made it obvious enough. But you tried not to overthink it. Last thing you’d want would be to get your hopes up only to get shattered once you found out who it was that Lars truly had feelings for.
Despite all of your jumbled thoughts and feelings, you felt a bit bored. You finished the majority of your experiments earlier. You had astute problem solving abilities, but Lars was the one case you just couldn’t crack.
You just couldn’t understand why he hated being around you so much. You were almost always nice, polite, and sweet. And every morning for the past couple of months, you’d arrive at work with a fresh cup of coffee sitting atop of your desk. He had taken the time to memorize how you liked your coffee, and that had to mean something, didn’t it? He couldn’t hate you that much, could he?
Approaching his desk, wandering eyes took a curious peek at what he was working on.
“How’s your experiment coming along?” You asked from over his shoulder.
He immediately seemed to be startled by your presence. The contraption he had been so carefully inspecting clattered to the ground as he flinched, hastily spinning around to face you.
You couldn’t tell if you were imagining it, or if his eyes seemed to soften just for the ephemeral moment they met yours. His expression quickly went from surprised to a mix of embarrassment and fear. A notably unfamiliar expression from him.
“What do you want?” He awkwardly cleared his throat before quickly turning back around.
Just for a second could you see a soft hint of blush tinting his cheeks as he made a clear effort not to look at you. But what did it mean? Why was he so nervous all of the sudden?
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” you meekly apologized. “You seem a bit uptight. Is everything okay?”
He huffed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, sure,” you replied, sarcasm evident in your voice.
“Maybe you’re just more annoying than usual,” he spat, giving you the cold shoulder.
You sighed at his unsurprisingly cold response.
“Have I done something?” You asked, feeling a bit remorseful.
He seemed to tense up all over again at the question as he fumbled with whatever tool he had in his hand at the moment.
“No, everything’s fine. There’s something I must tend to,” he paused for a half second, presumably to come up with a place. “In the bathroom.”
A few seconds passed where you couldn’t find the words to respond. He’d been acting so awkward lately, more awkward than usual.
“...In the bathroom?” You reiterated, unsure if you really heard him correctly.
“Yes– yes, in the bathroom. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he hastily set down the tool, the other gadget he was holding fumbling out of his grip and clattering onto the surface of his desk.
His boots squeaked against the tile flooring of the lab as he made a beeline down the hallway to the restroom.
You couldn’t help but feel a bit heartbroken. The way he acted so disgusted with you to the point where he couldn’t even stand being in the same room as you made you sick.
“Gee, what’s his deal, am I right?” You heard a voice emerge from behind you.
“Oh, hey Gary,” you greeted him, unable to hide the pain in your voice.
“Agh, don’t sound so disappointed!” He gave your arm a light pat as he crunched on an apple, “seems like he’s like that with everyone. If you ask me, though, I get the feeling he likes you too.”
You scoffed, almost laughing at his response.
“I highly doubt that, Gary. You saw how he acted around me. It’s like he hates me, or something!” You groaned into the palms of your hands like a petulant teenager.
He leaned closer to your ear, “let’s keep this between us, but for him to get all awkward and riled up like that? That’s gotta mean something. Take it from me, he likes you.”
You sighed. While he did sound convincing, you really didn’t want to get your hopes up.
“Yeah, I guess so. I hope you’re right,” you replied, until it finally dawned on you.
“Wait, how did you know I liked him?” You asked, brows furrowing.
He wheezed in response, nearly choking on a bit of his apple.
“Well, shit, is everyone in this lab oblivious, or what?” He chuckled, “trust me, though! I’m a guy. I know how guys act. I mean, he brings you coffee every morning, for Pete’s sake.”
“That’s exactly what makes him so confusing! He took the time out of his day to memorize how I like my coffee, and yet every time I try to talk to him he acts like– he acts like I’m some sort of pest!” You couldn’t tell if you were angry or sad, probably both.
“That’s what I’m telling you! He just doesn’t know how to act around you.” He took another bite of his apple, “I’ve gotta go help Trevor with something back at the firehouse. I’ll catch you later, (First Name),” Gary took his leave, making his way down the hall.
You sat back down at your desk, sinking into your chair as his words replayed in your head. Was it really true? Could it be possible that the person Lucky was teasing Lars about just before your arrival– was it you?
After what seemed to be a few more minutes, Lars finally returned to the bathroom and began working on his usual projects. You decided to leave him alone, sinking into your own work, or at least trying to. But you couldn’t help the fact that Lars was living rent free in the back of your mind, hindering your focus at every opportunity.
Looking back down at your paper, you finally came to terms with the fact that no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn’t be able to get any work done until you found out the truth. No matter how painful that truth may be.
“Lars?” You called out, turning in your chair.
“What is it this time?”
You huffed, part of you wondering if you should have just taken that response as an answer in itself.
“Why do you hate me so much?” The question came out sounding far more vulnerable than you intended.
He sighed, one of his hands messily making its way through his hair.
“I don’t,” there was a painfully long pause, “hate you.”
That response in itself was enough to surprise you. But you wanted more.
“I don’t understand.” you replied. “You avoid me at almost every chance you get, and you’re always mean to me. You bring me coffee every morning and yet every time I try to get closer to you, you push me away.”
You heard him groan, his head in his hands as he exasperatedly threw his head back.
“You’re intolerable,” he said. “I hate the way that you bite the tip of your pen, I hate how you twirl your hair around your fingers, I hate your stupid sense of humor, I hate–”
You were about to open your mouth and you weren’t sure if you were about to tell him to go fuck himself or that you hated him just as equally. Neither of which you would’ve actually meant, but you could feel yourself grow hurt, angry, and confused all at the same time with every word he said.
He seemed to contemplate whether or not to continue, “I hate how beautiful you are without even trying! Do you know how hard it is to focus whenever you’re near me?”
Oh.
It all made sense now. You felt your fists unclench and timed seem to slow down as your brain needed time to process what he just said.
Your legs seemed to move on their own as you approached Lars’ tense form. His hands clutched either side of his desk as his head hung low.
“Lars–” your voice was low and gentle.
“Please don’t say anything,” he pleaded. “I know you must be repulsed by me and that’s no one’s fault but my own–”
You’re not sure what came over you, but you quickly tilted his head towards you, standing on your tippy toes as you pressed your lips against his. His breath seemed to get caught in the pit of his throat as he stood completely frozen.
You quickly pulled away the moment you didn’t feel him kiss back, “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked–”
Your apology was quickly interrupted by the feeling of his hands tenderly gripping the sides of your face as he pulled you back in for another kiss. One of his arms wrapped around your waist and gently pressed your body up against his, a low grumble escaping his chest.
Your tongue gently grazed his bottom lip, requesting an entrance as you felt him exhale against you. He melted into you as he pressed your back against the front of his desk, one of his legs finding their way in between your thighs. Your hands made their way into his soft blonde curls, gently tugging on them as he let out another groan. Your bodies felt like they were melting into one other, like you belonged with each other.
“Do you have any idea how painfully irresistible you are?” He grumbled into your skin, his lips pressing against the lower part of your jaw.
You sharply inhaled through your teeth. The feeling of him kissing down your neck sending a shiver down your spine.
“I hadn’t realized you were so pent up,” you replied, nails digging into the back of his uniform.
“Spent so many late nights where you were all I could think about. You have no idea how frustrating that was, do you?” his leg pressed against you, making you squirm.
“Why d’you think I kept trying to get closer to you? I love looking at your stupidly handsome face,” you murmured, licking your lips and going in to kiss him again.
“That right?” his head was tilted as his teeth sunk down on your lower lip.
“It is,” you felt yourself growing needy.
“Ahem!”
The sound of someone loudly clearing their throat could be heard throughout the lab as you both quickly pulled away from each other. Eyes darting to the source of the nose, you were both met by sight of Winston standing in the doorway.
“I was about to congratulate the both of you on your latest findings, but it seems like the two of you are.. busy right now.” He bore an awkward expression, “look, I’ll come back another time. But please not in the lab. That’s disgusting.”
You awkwardly chuckled, “yeah, no. Of course. That’s– we’re at work that would be so unsanitary. And gross. We would never–” Lars had to interrupt your awkward rambling by giving you a quick nudge.
Winston gave the both of you an awkward nod as he quickly walked off.
“Would you want to get takeout on the way home? I can drive you,” Lars meekly suggested.
You couldn’t fight the smile that pricked at the sides of your mouth, “that sounds lovely, Lars.”
Hello! I just finished watching Ghostbusters Frozen Empire because of your recommendation, and OH MY GOSH!! Lars is absolutely the type of character that i find attractive!!
I actually have a request for him! Here me out, A Lars and Female Reader, where she's his apprentice/assistant, and she secretly has feelings for him. But she feels guilty about it because he's essentially her boss! And she keeps having fairly sexual fantasies about him, normally when she's asleep or zoning out. But then, one day, he actually makes a sudden move on her, and she genuinely believes that she's simply having another fantasy again!
Reverie or Reality
Lars Pinfield x Fem! Reader
Rating: Slight NSFW - Suggestive Themes
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2922
A/N: i hope this was what you were looking for! since ive never written for lars before, i dont know how in character he is, but i hope you enjoy!
His hands gently held your waist as his lips gently pressed into the soft skin of your neck. Your nails dug into the back of his uniform as you winced under his touch.
You carefully took in his scent, the feeling of his hands around your waist as they slowly–
“Could you grab me the syringe?” Lars requested, holding his hand out while his eyes remained fixated on the petri dish in front of him.
Your eyes shot up and you were immediately broken out of your trance. You quickly brushed away any thoughts regarding the wildly inappropriate fantasy as you quickly got up from your seat. Pulling your goggles down so they hung loosely around your neck, you quickly set down your marker and rummaged through the tool tray.
As the main parabiologist, Lars mainly took on the hands-on aspects of each project. He would directly manage and study the biology of any and all possessed objects you encountered, while you calculated the physics and math behind it. Your job consisted of serving as both a theoretical physicist as well as Lars’ apprentice. Both of which you didn’t mind, and quite enjoyed. Math was always your forte, and working with Lars was always enjoyable. You loved learning new things, especially from him.
Listening to him ramble on about science and how fascinating he thought it was with that same glint in his eyes as usual, there was something about how passionate he was about the paranormal that made him vastly different than any other scientist, or even any other person, that you knew of. He was sweet, had a delightfully dry sense of humor, not to mention easy on the eyes.
Hastily rushing through the tool tray, your fingers finally met the plastic surface of the syringe as you quickly placed it in his outstretched hand. Your fingers just barely brushed over one another’s, momentarily causing your breath to get caught in the pit of your throat.
As his eyes never left the microscope, he motioned for you to come closer. You quickly scurried beside him, the smell of his cologne being an all-too-familiar scent.
His fingers were curled around part of the microscope, the veins in his hands being strangely attractive as he pushed his glasses back up his nose. His lips were slightly parted, and his waist was notably narrow.
He stepped aside, “have a look through the microscope.”
You almost didn’t hear him with how good he looked at that moment, the lamplight highlighting his features as he looked back at you. It took you a few seconds to process his request, your eyes momentarily traveling down to his lips before you hastily nodded and positioned yourself in front of the microscope.
Lining your eye up with both of the lenses, you observed the spore-like objects in the petri dish.
“Just looks like regular fungus,” you commented.
“Give it a moment, now,” he replied, his eyes glued to you as he waited for your reaction.
A sudden purple, plasma-like substance seemed to shoot throughout the fungi, immediately sparking your interest.
A small gasp escaped your lips as you quickly adjusted the zoom knob in an attempt to observe a larger area of the dish rather than the single, concentrated area.
“Fascinating…!” You whispered under your breath, craving to see more.
“That was paranormal energy. I collected it off of our latest subject. I wanted to see if the paranormal energy was concentrated down to the cellular level, and it seems we have our answer. Why it only travels in spurts rather than a constant wave is still a mystery, however. But I’m working on it,” Lars explained, laying a hand on your shoulder.
His touch immediately made you tense up as you bit the inside of your cheek.
“While you’re here, why don’t you take some of that serum I made the other day and try dropping it into the dish again?” Lars suggested, giving your shoulder a gentle pat.
You scoffed, “so it can explode in my face again? I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“It’s all part of improving. You want to learn more about parabiology as my assistant, no?” he nudged you, pointing to the bottle of green serum.
Giving him a hesitant nod, pulling your goggles back up as you carefully reached for the serum, grabbing the pipet next to it. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, desperately hoping you wouldn’t create another huge mess like last time. While Lars didn’t seem too worried about it, part of you really wanted to impress him, to be someone he could admire in the same way he was to you.
You gulped, carefully measuring to make sure you had exactly one drop in the pipet before you dropped it into the petri dish. You could feel Lars’ eyes on you, and you weren’t sure if his presence was more comforting or nerve-racking.
Your hand trembled above the petri dish as you painstakingly held the pipet at just the correct distance. Like ripping off a band-aid, you finally squeezed the liquid out of the small tube, as the singular drop landed in the petri dish with a faint “ploop!” sound.
Prepared to back up and get a faceful of fungal matter, the substance in the petri dish only exhibited a small ‘poof!’ as a miniscule smoke cloud shortly followed.
Immediately, your face lit up as you quickly turned to Lars.
“I did it!” You celebrated, a big smile gracing your features.
“See, I knew you could do it.” Lars lightly smiled back at you, your eyes traveling back down to his lips again before you quickly looked away.
“I– uh, was there anything else you needed?” You quickly asked, praying to God he didn’t notice the subtle glances you’d take at him.
He seemed to think for a moment, “yes, actually. Could you please disinfect the syringe from earlier as well as this scalpel?” Lars asked, handing both of the tools to you.
“Yeah, yeah sure,” you stammered, quickly making your way down the hallway to the disinfecting station.
Letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in, you felt as though your knees could give out at any moment. Your hands were trembling and your face still warm, your infatuation with him was truly getting out of hand.
Turning on the water, you sprayed some of the sterilization liquid onto the scalpel first, carefully spreading it across its metallic surface.
This is getting out of hand. I can’t feel this way for him. We’re nothing more but coworkers. He’s my boss, I’m his assistant. Maybe even just an apprentice, at this point. But he’s just.. so…
No– no! How would he feel if he found out you were thinking about him in such a manner? He’d be disgusted! I’d need to find work elsewhere, no doubt. He’d never want to see me again! I really, really need to control–
“Ouch!” You winced, a small patch of red forming on your fingertip.
Looking down at the scalpel, then back at your finger, you realized that you accidentally nicked yourself while you were embarrassingly deep in thought about the man you were working under.
“(First Name)? Are you alright back there?” You heard Lars shout from the lab.
“Uh– yeah! Yeah, I’m fine! Sorry, I’ll be over in just a second!” You unconvincingly called back, rummaging through all the different cupboards looking for a pack of band-aids.
Lars took off his goggles, growing curious and a tad bit worried. It never took you this long just to sanitize used tools before, not to mention you sounded awfully suspicious just then.
You groaned, Lucky never reorganized the drawers after she used them, making it impossible to find the god forsaken box of bandaids. You could feel the blood dripping down your hand as you stood back up to search the upper cabinets.
“Damn it, Lucky,” you swore under your breath as you stood on your tippy toes, searching the very top of the cabinet.
“(First Name)?” Lars inquired, approaching you from behind.
Your head immediately shot towards him, stumbling back a bit. You hadn’t even noticed him approaching.
“Sorry, sorry. I don’t mean to take so long. I just accidentally nicked myself with the scalpel. But it's no big deal, I just can’t find where Lucky put the band-aids for the life of me,” you exasperatedly sighed, ripping open another drawer.
He sighed, taking a few steps closer. “Let me take a look,” Lars gently requested, holding one of his hands out.
“No– no, really it’s alright, you don’t have–”
“(First Name).”
You gulped at his stern tone, hesitantly holding your hand out for him to take.
He sighed, his thumb gently tracing your palm as he patted down the cut with a paper towel, soaking up all the excess blood. He slowly brought your hand up closer to his face, his eyes meticulously scanning the small cut. The feeling of his hand against yours made your face beet red all over again as you prayed he didn’t notice that you were trembling.
“Just, relax,” he reassured you, grabbing a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and pouring some of it onto a cotton ball.
“This is going to sting a bit, okay?” He braced you before he gently dabbed the ball of cotton onto the cut.
You winced, struggling not to pull back as he gently blew on the cut. He continued for a few seconds until the stinging finally subsided.
He held your hand by the wrist as he tossed the cotton ball into the trash can, grabbing a box of bandaids out of his pocket.
“You just carry band-aids around?”
“You can never be too prepared,” he shrugged. “Don’t touch any of my experiments, alright? We don’t want that cut getting infected with whatever germs those ghost-infested objects may carry.”
You nodded, following him back to the lab. His touch was comforting, too comforting. You liked him too much– way too much.
Stretching, you returned to your desk, mapping out any equations that needed to be solved. You sighed as you tried to keep a steady grip on your pen, the pressure on your fingertip causing it to ache.
“Where’d everyone go?” You inquire, looking around the empty room, leaving just you and Lars alone together.
“They left ages ago. It’s nearly midnight. Had you not realized?” Lars replied, taking a granola bar out of his desk.
Late nights weren’t uncommon with Lars. Going home early for either of you was amongst the rarest of sights to behold.
“No, I guess I must’ve lost track of time,” you replied, fighting to keep your eyes open.
He glanced back over to you, “you look tired, (First Name). Why don’t you head on home for the night? You deserve it.”
“No, no, I’m okay. I just need to finish up these last few equations and I’ll be on my way. Promise.”
Lars sighed, taking one last worried glimpse at you.
“Alright, but only because you promised,” he remarked before pulling his goggles back on.
Begrudgingly getting up out of your seat, you grabbed a marker and began solving the last equations up on your whiteboard. With a sigh and a hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you got to work.
The only sound breaking the deafening silence was the noise of your marker squeaking against the white board along with the occasional yawn from either of you.
But it was just so hard to focus.
The way he so carefully held your hand to tend to your cut, he didn’t have to, but he did. He was gentle with you, and sweet. At this point, you were almost certain your feelings for him stretched beyond just the point of infatuation. Far past the point of just infatuation.
The countless times you’d spaced out during a project thinking about him was awfully embarrassing, and frankly you don’t know how no one around you noticed. Or even how he hadn’t noticed, for that matter. But you weren’t complaining in the slightest. He’s your boss, you can’t imagine how disgusted he would be if he ever found out how you truly felt about him.
“(First Name)? You alright over there?” Lars inquired, looking up at you from his station.
“Yeah-! Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied, confusion lacing your voice.
“You’ve been staring at the whiteboard for the past 5 minutes,” he added, taking his goggles off from around his neck.
Shit.
You felt your face grow hot with embarrassment as you quickly turned back around to face the whiteboard.
“I’m alright! No need to worry!” You stammered.
You could just barely hear the sound of Lars’ boots tapping against the floor behind you as you tried as hard as you could to solve the next part of the equation. But it was like your mind blew a fuse and you couldn’t think at all, even the skills required for basic arithmetic escaped you.
“What’s on your mind?” He asked, his hand finding its way to your shoulder.
You couldn't find the words to respond, like you were in suspended animation. You stood frozen, marker in hand and eyes glued to the whiteboard.
“(First Name),” he paused, “you’ve been acting differently for a long while now. And I.. have a theory.”
You hesitantly turned to face him, setting your marker aside.
“Oh– it’s just– it’s nothing, really!” you stammered, hoping to come up with something coherent until your rambling was quickly interrupted by the feeling of Lars’ tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“You’re a terrible liar,” he murmured as his thumb gently traced along your jawline.
What is happening!? Does he really feel the same way? No, I must’ve fallen asleep at my desk after he helped me with my cut! Does this mean I’m lucid dreaming? But this dream feels awfully realistic. There’s no way..!
“L-Lars..?” you murmured, just barely above a whisper.
“It appears my hypothesis was correct,” he replied, his eyes studying you.
This isn’t real. I’m asleep, I’m dreaming, I have to be!
His thumb traced along your chin, then gently traced along your bottom lip.
“I hypothesize,” his eyes traveled down to your lips, “that you, (First Name), have feelings for me.”
What a realistic dream. Okay, I’ll bite.
“And if I do?”
His expression quickly changed to a bit of surprise, you were almost never this forward.
“You’re feeling awfully bold right now,” he commented.
“Awfully. I’m surprised I haven’t woken up yet,” you mumbled to yourself.
He quickly pulled back, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“What?” He asked, his head tilting.
You paused for a moment until it finally dawned on you.
“Holy shit– holy shit, this is real,” a hand slapped over your mouth as you felt your face burn in pure embarrassment.
You were just about ready to dig yourself a hole under a rock and live there for the rest of your life.
“You’ve been dreaming about me?” Lars inquired, an all-too-familiar smirk appearing on his face.
You grumbled into your hands, not daring to look at him.
He chuckled a bit, “there’s no need to be embarrassed now, is there? I’m sure you’ve already figured out by now that I feel the same way.” He gently pried your hands off of your face.
You stared down at the floor, your heart beating out of your chest as he carefully pulled you closer.
He gently pushed your chin upwards, “look at me, (First Name).”
You gulped, your eyes darting around the room before finally landing on Lars’ eyes.
“Would– would it be alright if I kissed you?” He asked, his face ever so slightly heating up at the request.
You’re not sure what came over you, but you didn’t even give it a second thought before you quickly thrust your lips into his. He stumbled backwards a bit, but quickly steadied himself as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his body.
A groan escaped his lips as he melted into you, one of his hands gently tugging on the back of your hair. You both pulled away just for a split second for air before you quickly enveloped each other in another kiss. All the pent up desire you had for him seemed to flow out of you, every inch of him taking over your senses.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he grumbled, planting a chaste kiss just below your ear.
You whimpered at the contact. The feeling of him kissing your neck was better than you could’ve ever imagined. Your fingers intertwined with his soft curls, gently tugging on them, eliciting a low groan from the significantly taller man. Each kiss sent a shiver down your spine, hitting you directly in your core.
He quickly pulled away, his breathing was heavy and his cheeks were flushed.
“We.. we should stop. I’d– I’d like to take you out first. At least before we do.. anything,” he explained, pushing his glasses back up his nose.
Your neck felt cold without his touch, but you agreed anyway. A small smile graced your lips as you looked back up at him.
“I’d love that,” you stood up on your tippy toes, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Tomorrow, 8 o’ clock? I’ll pick you up,” he added, one of his hands resting on the base of your neck.
Joseph Oda x F! Reader
Rating: Smut
Genre: One-Shot NSFW Smut
Word Count: 4068
Short Synposis: Joseph and the reader are on a nice dinner date. His unwavering respect for you almost got him to resist how badly he wanted you. Almost.
For: @foamimi !! Please let me know if you would like any adjustments!
“You know, it’s.. really nice seeing you relaxed like this.” You paused to sip the rest of your wine, “you look good when you finally have your guard down, and you’re not all serious and uptight like when we’re at work.”
Your words slurred and your cheeks flushed from the alcohol, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Your dangly diamond earring became exposed from behind your (hair color) locks as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.
Joseph bit the inside of his cheek. “..is that so?” He replied, twirling a bit of his pasta onto his fork.
“It is.” You replied in a low tone, crossing your legs underneath the table, “you just have such a pretty smile. And quite a nice laugh, if I may add.”
The inside of the restaurant was undoubtedly romantic, candle lit and dark. With low tunes of some classical piece softly playing in the background. He wasn’t sure if it was just the candlelight, or perhaps even his imagination, but you had a certain twinkle in your eye that he hadn’t noticed before. A sort of sly, yet charming eloquence which held his psyche in a bind.
You rested your chin on your fist, taking a long moment to observe him. Joseph seemed to take a moment to chew his pasta, looking down at his food as he felt his face heat up slightly.
“You’re drunk, (First Name),” Joseph responded, fighting the blush on his cheeks as he looked everywhere but up at you.
“Oh, come on. I’m just being honest.” You chuckled, “so.. you gonna invite me back to your place after this?” You half-jokingly teased as your hand snaked its way over to Joseph’s, your fingertips just lightly grazing his wrist.
Joseph nearly choked on a piece of shrimp.
“W-what..?” Joseph asked, coughing into his fist.
Joseph’s face was beet-red at this point as he quickly reached for his water, the ice clanking around in his cup as he gulped down the chilled liquid.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his delightfully animated reaction. With his face all beet red as he almost choked on his food, it somehow only added to his charm. Nearby customers glanced over at him, some with looks of concern while others looks of annoyance.
But, you couldn’t blame them. This restaurant was meant to be quiet and romantic, with everyone keeping to themselves and making a clear effort not to disturb those around them.
“Gosh, I didn’t expect you to be such a prude, Joseph,” You lightly teased him, gently pressing the front of your kitten heel into his ankle.
Joseph couldn’t fight the warm, fleeting feeling that stirred inside of him. But you were clearly drunk, and anything you said or did while you were intoxicated was indisputably inappropriate– and maybe even illegal had Joseph decided to take advantage of it. But Joseph wasn’t that kind of man. Never was, never will be. You were his best friend and a damn good detective. He couldn’t let some one-time fling get in the way of that. Especially not while you were drunk.
You immediately took note of his tense expression, taking that as your cue to stop. You retracted your leg and leaned back against the cushioned bench you sat on.
“Is everything alright over here?” A voice cut through the tension between the both of you.
Neither of you had even noticed the man approaching the table. Your head snapped over to the sound of the voice, and you very quickly realized it was just the waiter.
“Yes, yes we’re alright. Thank you,” Joseph quickly dismissed him, quickly putting on a relaxed facade.
The waiter took another glance at you, then back at him, as if he didn’t buy it at first. But gave you both a nod and left, seemingly giving you both the benefit of the doubt as he left the both of you to your own.
The moment he left, Joseph didn’t care to hide the frustrated expression that laced his features. You heard him sigh as he agitatedly took another bite of his food. You noticed he intentionally avoided your gaze, opting for staring down at the table rather than at you.
“Joseph? Are.. you okay?” You worriedly asked, your mind moving at a million miles an hour trying to figure out what you could’ve done to upset him.
“God, (First Name), just don’t– just don’t make jokes like that!” Joseph exasperatedly sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
You froze. Your intention was never to upset him. You never would have had the courage to blatantly flirt with him had you been sober, and clearly letting yourself beyond the point of just tipsy was a huge mistake.
“I’m.. I’m sorry, Joseph. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, or anything, I don’t– I don’t know, maybe I’m just drunk. I won’t do it again,” you apologized, shifting in your seat.
“It’s not that! It’s just– it’s just not funny. You just don’t say that kind of stuff to a guy when you don’t mean it,” Joseph grumbled as he rubbed his temple.
“I mean– it’s almost insulting! You’re my best friend and an excellent detective. And I don’t appreciate it when you patronize me like this.” He paused for a moment, a soft grumble escaping his pursed lips.
“But at the same time, I know you’d never say things like this if you were sober. It’s just confusing, and I don’t know how to feel.” Joseph’s feelings seemed to unravel in that moment, coming out in the form of word vomit.
You leaned closer to him, your interest piquing.
“You really think I’m not serious about you?” You inquired, your voice lowered as you gazed up at him, unconsciously batting your eyes.
Joseph scoffed, looking off to the side.
“God, don’t look at me like that. You’ve been giving me that look since we got here. You just– you really know how to push my buttons,” Joseph grumbled into his fist, the nails of his other hand digging into his thigh.
You pushed the toe cap of your shoe into the front of Joseph’s. You watched him take a deep breath in at the contact, his brows furrowing.
“Why must you toy with me like this?” Joseph whined.
You leaned in closer, your head tilted to the side as you closely examined Joseph’s features. That look in his eye, those pursed lips and those furrowed brows of purely sexual frustration. It was almost funny.
“Joseph..” you whispered, trying to finally get him to look you in the eye.
He gritted his teeth as he finally relented, his head finally turning back to face you. It took every ounce of self control in him not to just lean in and kiss you right then and there. He had never been so thankful for the sheer presence of a table before– his pants embarrassingly tight given what little it took to get him to that point.
You were just so captivating, too captivating at that. He tried so hard not to think of you as anything more than a coworker– or even a friend. But his efforts were to no avail. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but admire you. The way you’d laugh, or even the way you’d make him laugh, your exceptional deductive abilities, that spark in your eye whenever you came across a challenging case, the way you’d bite the tip of your pen whenever you were just plain stumped, the way you always knew the right thing to say to him as if his thoughts were written across his forehead.
‘How could he not fall for you?’ Was a question he always seemed to ask himself, but could never find the answer to, no matter how hard he scrounged every facet and corner of his brain.
Joseph pulled his eyes upwards from the table to finally meet your penetrating gaze.
“(First Name)..” Joseph whispered back to you, his eyes momentarily traveling to your lips.
“Are you ready for the bill?”
The familiar voice from earlier broke through the thick atmosphere as you both immediately pulled away from each other. Startled, you quickly reached down into your purse in search of your wallet.
“Uh– yeah, yes, we are,” you stammered, rummaging through the various items scattered about your bag.
“Were the both of you planning on splitting the bill?” The waiter asked as he took Joseph’s card.
“No, I’ll be covering for the both of us,” Joseph quickly replied before you had the chance to interject.
The waiter already took his leave and was walking away by the time you finally found your wallet.
“I could’ve paid my share, Joseph,” you murmured, closing your purse.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s only proper,” sighed Joseph as he got up from his seat.
You stumbled a bit as you tried to stand up, your head still fuzzy. Joseph, being the gentleman that he is, quickly rushed to your side to help you steady yourself.
“Oh, (First Name),” Joseph sighed, “I’ll drive you home, alright? Come on, let’s go.”
Joseph grabbed your purse for you as he carefully walked you out of the restaurant, the scent of his cologne only making your knees go even weaker. The feeling of his arms wrapped around you as he took great care not to let you trip only made you fall for him even harder.
Opening the car door and guiding you into the passenger seat, the nearby streetlight just barely illuminated the inside of the car. He quickly grabbed the seatbelt and buckled it in for you, and gently placed your purse by your feet.
“Thanks,” you meekly thanked him, your face heating up at the kind gesture.
Joseph nodded in response, shutting the car door as he made his way to the driver’s seat.
The interior was neatly kept and clean, organized. It smelled of a mixture between Joseph’s cologne and his scented car freshener. His signature leather gloves that he always wore into work were neatly splayed atop his dashboard.
Joseph quickly entered the driver’s seat, letting out a sigh as he moved his gloves from his dash to the glove compartment. Adjusting himself, his pants somehow just as tight as before, he hoped to God that by some miracle you wouldn't be able to see the obvious bulge in his pants. He quickly put his key into the ignition as he began to back out, the lights from the restaurant slowly beginning to fade into the background of your peripherals.
While Joseph’s attention was on the road, you took your chance to admire him. He had a noticeably nice side profile, a nicely shaped nose along with a defined jawline, and the way his fingers were curled around the steering wheel. You couldn’t help but allow your eyes to travel south, to which you were met by the protruding tent in his pants.
Your eyes widened slightly.
He was enjoying this just as much as I was, if not more, you thought to yourself as you returned your gaze back up to his face. His facial expression was surprisingly stoic despite his physical situation.
Either you were feeling surprisingly bold today, or the alcohol really did seep into your brain. You hadn’t even given it a second thought before your hand found its way to Joseph’s thigh. You immediately felt him tense up at the contact as he sharply inhaled through his nose.
“(First Name),” his voice trembled, “I’m driving.”
“And?” You murmured as your hand snaked its way into his inner thigh.
You just barely heard Joseph swear under his breath as he bit the inside of his cheek. It took every ounce of self control in him to resist the urge to stop the car and take you right then and there.
His grip around the steering wheel reached unnerving levels as he felt your hand inch closer to his crotch. Part of him wanted nothing but to give into his unearthly urges and find an empty parking lot, but the other part of him greatly valued his dignity.
“Dammit, (First Name). Just– please let me drive and we can–” he sharply inhaled at the feeling of your hand cupping his clothed erection. “Fuck..!”
He harshly pressed down on the gas pedal, causing you to lurch backwards at the sudden increase in speed. Your head shot up to look at him, his gaze never once leaving the road.
“God, (First Name),” he paused as he squirmed under your touch, “the things you do to me..”
“Joseph– slow down a bit,” you murmured, debating whether or not to remove your hand.
“Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to– to tempt me. More than you already have tonight.”
You heard the tires let out a loud screech as he sharply made a right turn, a passing by streetlight just barely illuminating his pale features. You took a moment to look up at him before the moment was harshly interrupted by Joseph slamming on the brakes, the both of you staggering forward as he hastily put the car into park.
You hadn’t even noticed that he parked in front of your apartment building until he quickly undid both yours and his seatbelts, quickly taking your side to help you out of the car.
You slung your purse over your shoulder as Joseph gently took your hand to pull you out of the car. Joseph took extra care to make sure you didn’t trip by making sure your arms were locked together tightly.
Fumbling with your keys for a moment, you finally got the door open. Finally going inside and kicking off your heels, which made walking there a million times harder, you waited for Joseph to follow you inside.
Turning back towards the door frame, Joseph stood idly outside.
“...Joseph? Aren’t you coming in?” You asked, holding the door open for him.
He cleared his throat, “It’s.. probably best that I don’t. Have a good rest of your night, (First Name),” he waved you off as he turned to take his leave.
“Wait..!” You quickly hurried over to grab his arm.
He stood stiffly in place, unsure of what to do.
“We were having such a good time before I– before I started making those flirty remarks. I didn’t mean to upset you, really! Let me make it up to you!” You insisted, holding his elbow with both of your hands.
He sighed, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. He seemed to think for a moment, before he finally turned back around to face you.
“I’m not.. upset, so to speak. It’s just– look, (First Name!) You’re drunk! And the type of advances you’ve been making towards me– I just– you have no idea how hard it is to control myself when it comes to you.”
“Joseph, I’m only tipsy. I’d be way more incoherent if I were any more intoxicated.” You chuckled.
“I’ve known how I’ve felt about you for a long time. Probably since we’ve been working together,” you sandwiched one of his hands in between yours, “I like you, Joseph. I really, really like you– maybe even love. So please, will you stay the night with me? I can make us some tea, put on a movie, if that’s what you’re comfortable with.”
His shoulders seemed to relax. Perhaps he had overreacted. He contemplated what to say, or even what to think for a moment.
He laid his other hand against yours, “do you.. really mean that?”
“I do,” you replied, giving his hand a squeeze. “So, come on. Spend the night over.” You gently pleaded.
Joseph let out a soft sigh, laying one of his hands on your cheek.
“Well, how can I say no to that?” He softly smiled, “I love you too, (First Name).”
His thumb caressed your cheek as you both held each other’s captivating gazes. Something in him compelled him to slowly lean towards you, his eyes traveling down to your lips. He gulped as he watched you subconsciously lick your lips as he gradually grew closer. You could feel your body shiver under his touch, and you weren’t sure if it were the cold nighttime weather, or if the alcohol was finally beginning to subside.
Closing your eyes as he inched closer, you felt his lips finally press against yours. They were soft, warm. Inviting. The kiss you shared felt like a personification of home. A home you never knew you needed until your paths finally crossed.
You could practically hear your heart beating with how rapidly it was pounding against the confines of your ribcage. His hand slid down your cheek and rested against your neck, his thumb running over your jawline.
You both pulled away for air, your eyes never leaving one another’s as he quickly pulled you in for another kiss. You felt your body grow warm as you snaked your arms around his shoulders. Both of his hands gently rested on the sides of your hips as he smoothly pulled you in closer, his warmth completely enveloping you.
You softly tapped his bottom lip with your tongue, requesting an entrance to which he happily obliged. Your tongue made its way over to his, just lightly grazing over it before he sharply pulled away.
Your heart stopped for a second.
Joseph awkwardly cleared his throat, “I…uh,” he paused as he sheepishly licked his lips, “I’ve never.. kissed anyone. Especially not like that. So.. I don’t know if I’ll be any good at it..?” He mumbled, a slight hint of pink dusting his cheeks.
“That’s alright,” you quickly reassured, closing the distance between the both of you. “We can practice together.”
He gulped, his eyes widening in anticipation as he swiftly enveloped your lips in another tender embrace.
His lips were already slightly parted, allowing for your tongue to just barely make its way into his mouth. He was very awkward, but you didn’t mind.
“Just relax, baby,” you softly whispered against his mouth.
You weren’t sure where the pet name came from, but you certainly weren’t complaining given the effect it had on Joseph. You felt him sharply inhale against your lips, like you flipped a switch. He instantly grew more assertive, and he naturally began to figure out how to properly kiss you in the manner you suggested. Emotions seemed to pour out of you, as if with each passing moment he was exploring each and every one of the thoughts or feelings you had for him. Each frivolous secret being carefully unlocked.
A soft moan escaped your lips as the entirety of your being seemed to melt into his touch. He softly bit your bottom lip as he slowly pulled away from the delicate exchange. His lips found their way to your cheek as he slowly trailed kisses down from the corner of your mouth down to your shoulder. Each kiss felt like gentle fireworks with the electric sensation that they set off inside of you.
You couldn’t help but let out another soft groan as you tugged on the back of Joseph’s hair in pleasure. You could feel him press his aching erection against your waist from the confines of his slacks. He whimpered against your skin, taking extreme care not to be too rough with you.
“(First Name),” Joseph groaned as he looked back up at you with pleading eyes.
You gently pointed his chin back towards you with your thumb, harshly pushing your lips back against his as you directed the both of you backwards into your apartment. You sloppily shut the door behind you. Joseph immediately pushed you up against the back of the door, his lips immediately planting kisses on your neck as you felt him softly grind against you.
“My God, you have no idea how difficult you are to say no to, do you?” He whined as he used one hand to adjust himself in his slacks.
He’d been on edge since the beginning of that evening. It was like you were dangling yourself in front of him despite him thinking he would never be able to have you– to be with you– to have the chance to give you the entire world which you so deserved.
Your good nature was etched into the very fibers of your being and it was the primary reason as to why he was so completely, utterly enamored by you. And seeing you in that dress, it was like seeing a goddess in the flesh.
“You’d better get used to it,” you replied, tugging on his tie and dragging his head down to yours.
You really did always know how to push his buttons.
“Don’t count on it.”
He positioned his knee in between your thighs, lightly applying pressure as he gently rested his forehead against yours. Capturing each other in the tenderness of your gazes, his leg just barely created any friction against your heat, making you writhe. You groaned through your teeth, grinding against his thigh as your nails dug into the surface of his white button up shirt.
“J-Joseph..” you sputtered out, “let’s go to my bed.”
Joseph nodded, backing up as you grabbed his hand. The second you both got into your bedroom, he quickly shut the door behind him and drew you in for another kiss. Quickly hitting the light switch, his arms snaked their way back around your waist as he gently guided you backwards onto the bed.
He knelt on top of you, his chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath. He gulped, his eyes slightly widened as he looked down at you. He licked the inside of his cheek as he positioned his knee back in between your thighs, applying just the slightest bit of pressure. He knew just what to do to make you squirm and crave for more.
“It’s hard to believe that this– that this is your first time,” you groaned as your back arched into his thigh.
“I’ve.. done some research,” he meekly admitted, breaking eye contact for only a moment.
A smug smile graced your features, “that is so like you.”
Yanking on his tie, his lips slammed back into yours as your legs wrapped themselves around his torso. One his hands slowly made its way up your thigh, the skirt part of your dress riding up as his fingers lightly grazed your skin. His fingers rested on your hip while his thumb felt for your underwear, gently pulling them down. You winced under his gentle touch, wanting badly to feel him explore your body further.
A soft whimper escaped from your throat as his fingers slowly drew themselves closer to your writhing heat. You could feel how wet you were already. You don’t know how long you’d been craving for this– craving for him. Every aspect of his personality and even his physical appearance was like a breath of fresh air. You felt like you could just kiss him forever, melting into him and absorbing his warmth.
His fingers inched their way underneath your panties. The feeling of his fingers immediately being covered in your slick made him groan, his pants growing even tighter. If that was even possible.
His index finger traced along the outer area of your entrance before carefully sliding it inside of you. Your warm inner walls hugged his finger, sparking his curiosity as to how you’d feel wrapped around his cock.
You couldn’t help but moan as he curled his fingers inside of you, your back arching into his hand as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. The sinful noises escaping from your lips made his head spin, his lips slightly parted as he drank in your erotic expression.
He could feel your walls slowly begin to tighten around his fingers. In response, he quickly pulled his fingers out just before you finished, undoubtedly irritating you, and making you want more.
“Fuck, Joseph..!” You grunted, your nails digging into his back.
You allowed one of your hands to travel south, giving his clothed erection a nice squeeze as you quickly tried to undo his belt. Pulling it out through his belt buckles and tossing it onto the floor beside you, it landed with a loud “clunk!” as you immediately went for his zipper.
Seeing you so worked up and aroused only made Joseph want you more. He immediately unzipped your dress, looking up at you as if asking if it were okay. You nodded in response, pulling the dress off of yourself.
Joseph had to take a moment to stop and admire you for a moment, his eyes traveling up and down your body. You looked so heavenly in just your bra and underwear. And.. was that a matching set? You had been waiting for this, maybe even expecting it.
The way he stared at you, it was like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Like there was too much of you he wanted to feel at once and he wasn’t sure where to start.
Joseph took it upon himself to undo his pants himself, his erection creating a large bulge in his boxers. The feeling of his aching arousal being released from the confines of his pants sent a wave of relief over him. Pulling his boxers down, his erection pointed upwards proudly in a curve.
You couldn’t take it anymore. Your legs wrapped back around his torso as the base of his erection rubbed against your heat. The base of his cock got coated in your wetness, making his eyes roll back as he felt you tug on his hair.
“N..need you so badly, Joseph,” you stammered, your lips slightly parted.
He whimpered, “I love you, (First Name).”
He lined himself up with your entrance, doing his best to be gentle at first. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you, and he wanted you to enjoy this just as much as he was.
At first, his size sent a wave of pain throughout your lower area as you clawed into the back of his shirt, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He made sure to go slowly, gently pumping in and out of you to give you time to adjust. The pain blurred into pleasure as you begged him to go faster.
“You’re so, so beautiful,” Joseph said in between moans.
The noises of his hips slamming into yours combined with each other’s stifled moans was sinful and you prayed your neighbors couldn’t hear you, but that was the least of your concerns right now.
Joseph whimpered, his hands clenched into fists around your bed sheets, “I-I’m gonna– I’m gonna cum..!”
You could hardly form words as his erection slammed into you as you felt the knot within the pits of your stomach about to finally come undone, and he pulled out just as you finished. As your wetness pooled under you, Joseph came onto your torso. The white liquid coated your breasts as well as a bit of your stomach.
He allowed his body weight to fall beside you, both of you trying to catch your breath as you laid beside one another.
“I love you, Joseph.”
“I love you, beautiful.”
Joseph got up to your bathroom, finding some paper towels as he cleaned you up and gently tucked you in. He climbed in after you shortly after, borrowing your biggest shirt and pajama pants to change into.
Falling asleep in his arms was far better than you could have ever imagined.
I love your fanfic soooo much I started to waist my time at work reading it and I’m obsessed, wanna ask if there’s a chapter 5 for ( The Rookie Detective ) or not ?
Thank you so much
hi thank you so much for your question!! 🌸🌸🌸
i havent updated the rookie detective in awhile now since i havent had any new ideas for chapter 5, but im super glad to hear that you're enjoying it!
since im working on a different fanfic thats been requested of me, i am going to try to finish that one first but i will definitely brainstorm ideas for the rookie detective :3
since my chapters tend to have really high word counts (typically ranging from 4k - 5k) it will take me awhile to upload the next chapter, but i will definitely get to updating it! please expect the next chapter to be posted within the next week or so <33
haven't posted anything recently cause i've been exclusively using my free time to play tew1 for like a month now. this is a cry for help i just CANT STOP. i love it so much. gnawing at the bars of my enclosure rn
ngl i hate that first drawing cause it did NOT turn out how i wanted and i abandoned it like 39894 times but oh well + some kinda old joseph stuff i never properly posted. can u guess who my fav character is😁😁
anyways. this one goes out to the other like 5 people who still care about this game in the year 2024 lmao
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