Pookie, the world needs more Lars cuddling fics please I beg. He would be so comfy and warm !!!
YOU ARE RIGHT! The world need more Lars fics always and forever
Always the Exception
Pairing: Lars X Fem!Reader
Summary: a little miscommunication still leads to a sweet evening
Warning: Hurt/comfort sort of but it’s very sweet still
Note: Ahhh first ever Lars fic and I LOVED it!! I struggled a little bit trying to get him right but I think I did good!
Maybe not as cuddly as you wanted but I do apologize for that pookie I hope you still enjoy!!
-Mars/Iris
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You quickly rush into the house, your fingers and face feeling numb from the cold outside. You get inside and immediately search for your favorite source of warmth, Lars.
You scan the room for your teddy bear of a boyfriend but pause when you spot him. He is snuggled under a throw blanket reserved for the coldest of nights. He was too busy reading his book to notice you had even entered the house. You make your way quietly over to the lite fireplace filled with freshly chopped wood from outside. Once warmed up you get up and move around the kitchen preparing dinner in silence.
It’s an unspoken rule practically when Lars is reading he must not be bugged, no one can talk to him, touch him or interrupt him —or at least that's what Karen and Gus tell you—
But you are so focused on trying to be quiet you miss the quite obvious looks Lars gives from above his book, like he want to say something but thinks better of it,
Once dinner is made he comes over to the table and you eat together like you normally do. Tonight though he's quieter, sort of quiet like when he has a bad day at work so you just assume the silence is because of that.
You go through your evening staying pretty silent, the both of you doing your own thing but still together. You sit on the couch sketching him as he reads off to your side.
You were just about finished, getting the final details of his mustache when the clock strikes 10 and he promptly shuts his book and heads to get ready for bed, you get up and follow after. Just as before you both do your normal routine but still in silence, Lars seemingly stuck in his head and you giving him his space.
Once dressed and teeth brushed you both head into the bedroom, you pause at the foot of the bed biting your lip. “Umm Lars sweetie, I can sleep on the couch if you want” you offer. You know usually when he gets into this sort of mood the burning sensation is worse when touched so you try to avoid it at all cost and well the bed is fairly small for two people.
Lars freezes in place, blanket only partially pulled back. He doesn’t say anything, he tries to but words fail him. Instead he just gives you his sad confused puppy dog eyes. You just nod, taking his silence as sort of ‘yes’ and start gathering up your pillow and a blanket. You were about to walk out the room when you felt a quick tug to your arm.
You turn around and come face to face with Lars. He has a sort of pained and desperate look on his face like he's trying to find the right words to use. You wait patiently for him as he opens and closes his mouth, changing his mind as he's about to say something. His eyes scrunches up tight as he lets out a soft “dont go…”
“It’s ok sweetie, I don’t have too” You softly add, bringing your hands up to almost cup his face but not actually touching. Lars lets out a whimper at the almost contact before falling into your touch a bit desperately. You were so shocked by his desperation for touch you pulled your hands back thinking something had happened. Lars stumbles forward a bit without your support. Taking your recoiling as rejection he rushes back to the bed unable to hold back his hot heavy tears.
“Oh! Oh sweetheart oh I'm sorry what happened?” You ask quickly moving to his side on the bed. Lars just tries to turn away from you and continues to cry, burying his face in his hands. You gently grip his wrist ready to pull back at the slightest sign of discomfort. Lars lets out a little whimper, shutting his eyes at the contact but lets you pull his hands away. You gently whip away the tears that spill down his face, your touch light and soft. “Lars, Baby I’m confused, can you talk to me?” You gently prod, still swiping your fingers delicately across his face.
Lars’s eyes briefly open and hold on to yours, your eyes soften and your lips pull up into a soft smile, the sight of you this close and personal is too overwhelming for him and he shuts his eyes again.
“You didn’t come sit by me…” Lars whispered, his voice barely audible. You tilt your head in confusion but you don’t say anything knowing he will explain himself. “When, you came in from the cold, I was waiting for you on the couch, I even got out the coziest blanket for you but you just walked on past like i was invisible” His hands itched to press up against his face to try to hide away from you but it took everything in him to fight it.
“Oh Lars… I’m so sorry you thought I was ignoring you… I just thought you wanted your peace and quiet so I tried hard to not bug you.” You explain, fingers light moving across his eyelids as a silent request for him to open them. His eyelids flutter but soon you can see his beautiful blue eyes still shining from his tears.
“Well, why would you think that? I was waiting all evening for you.” Lars softly whined.
“Well, you were reading, I know you don’t like to be interrupted and bugged while reading so I didn’t want to be a bother and make any disruptions that might distract you” You murmur, your hands going back to cupping his face, “Gus and Karen said that was like the number one rule, never interrupt Lars’s reading time” You softly tease.
Lars gives a small frown, “Yeah well… that doesn’t apply to you” He softly pouts folding his arms. “You're always the exception.”
Your heart speeds up slightly at the small confession “Oh Sweetheart, I didn’t- I didn’t know that” A small smile spreads across your face as you walk close to him.
“Yeah well I guess I should have made it more obvious, dang it” He mumbled annoyed with himself. You just shake your head smiling as you lean in, your forehead pressed together. Lars scrunches his face up, too flustered by the closeness but has your favorite smile on his face.
You press soft kisses along his cheeks and the tip of his noise, Lars lets out a small whine at the contact. “I needed this…” He mumbled a voice barely audible like he hadn’t even meant to say it aloud. You were about to respond but closed your mouth instead, words aren’t what he needs right now, all he needs is your comforting touch so instead you press a delicate kiss to his lips.
Lars lets out a gasp but happily returns your kiss, his giant hands gripping your hips, as if trying to ground himself. He brings you closer so you are perched in his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist as your arms hug his torso bringing you pressed against him.
The kiss isn’t lustfully, sure it's passionate but it’s still slow and tender, it's the kind of kiss that’s just a kiss. It’s not intended to lead to anything more, it's just a way of connection between the two of you.
Eventually Lars maneuvers you both so you're laying on your side as the kisses fade into gentle pecks and soft patterns against the other’s skin. He pulls the bedcovers up and over you both, snuggling and enjoying each other’s warmth.
“I’m sorry it seemed I was ignoring you…I promise that is never my intention.” You whispered as the kisses completely died down, leaving you snuggled into him, your head resting on his chest as buried your nose into his soft pajamas. Lars just shrugged unsure of what to say but him squeezing you tight and his soft kiss to your forehead gave away what he was trying to say.
“Goodnight Lars, I love you Lars. ” You softly whispered before burying your face into his neck, arms wrapped around him and falling asleep.
“I love you so much honey… more than you will ever know” Lars whispered into the darkness of the night, still trying to process that this is somehow his daily life now.
