The last of us x reader one shots

fast asleep- J.M

Description- you fall asleep on the couch while reading and Joel brings you up to bed

Warnings- none (fluff and some minor swearing)

Word count- 908 words

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YOUR POV

I first laid eyes on Joel when we were both coincidentally were in the wrong place at the wrong time, Marlene tasking us with the practical suicide mission of taking Ellie half way across the country and a couple years later here we still are.

sharing a house in Jackson and living our best lives.

well, mostly.

what are me and Joel? enemies? friends? more?
god, who knows.

Ellie always says that we like each other or something. god i don't even know if i do anymore.

she always catches us stealing glances from across the room or sitting a little too close together.

but the thing about Joel, god he's stubborn. he puts on this gruff 'i don't care' persona but i can see right through it.

i used to make teasey, flirty comments but the last time i did it, god the pure anger on his face..

but i know he's just trying to not be vulnerable with me and he always curses himself for being so tender, even though nothing has actually ever happened.

i lay, peacefully sleeping, curled up under a fluffy blanket on the living room couch, my book that i clearly fell asleep reading too sprawled out next to me, the book laying down cover side up as a makeshift book mark.

JOELS POV

i walk into the living room, stopping dead in my tracks as i see Y/N cuddles up onto our sofa, not being able to tear my eyes away from her.

how cute she is when she's snoring. fuck i'm down bad.

i bite my lip, trying to push down my feelings, which i seem to be doing a lot these days.

i walk over to her and gently remove her soft hand from the book, grabbing the bookmark from the coffee table and slotting it in, turning off the lamp next to the sofa and blowing out her candles that she had lit, the flames flickering for a moment before giving in and burning out.

i look out the window, the sun now nearly complexly set over Jackson, the sky beautiful shades of dark blues mixed with hints of orange that still linger,

i look down at her, how could i ever hate her?

i wonder if she thinks i do. i mean, i certainly wouldn't blame her. i have a tendency to act like i somehow despise every living cell in her, actually the complete opposite is true.

i hate myself for pushing her away, although she always finds a way back. both back into my heart and back into my petty arguments and snapping.

i look down at my watch instinctively to check the time, an old habit i've never really gotten rid of.. not like it had even worked for over 25 years now.

she has her issues too. her occasional nightmares and her panic attacks when we were travelling with ellie, although they have seemed to calmed down now.

and don't even get me started on her independence issues and how fucking stubborn she is. i think that's why we fight quite often, two people who have an intense need to be in control really doesn't work well surprisingly.

but we seem to be okay.

i snap myself out of my thoughts, looking over to the clock on the wall instead, it reading 12:49am.

i sigh, knowing i don't have the heart to wake her up and knowing i'm gonna have to carry her to bed instead.

i wrap an arm under her legs and my other around her waist, curling her up in my arms and lifting her up with a grunt.

I slowly walking up the stairs with her in my arms and i can feel my cheeks break out into a light blush just from the sight of her.

i get to her room, placing her down onto the bed and chuck her book down on the bedside table next to her collection of other books and art supplies she is obsessed with.

i look at her to check if i woke her up, letting out a subtle sigh of relief when i realise she is.

god how is she such a heavy sleeper?

when we were travelling half way across the country, she barely ever slept. she was always way to scared i would stab her in the back or some shit or do something to accidentally fry us killed, so it's nice to see her so vulnerable.

i place her duvet over her, tucking her (H/C) hair out of it so it falls to the side, and staring at her with a soft face for a moment before laying a gentle kiss on her warm forehead, not like i'd ever show this much vulnerability normally, but i just couldn't help it.

"night sweetheart." i whisper to her sleeping self, sighing contently and walking out of her room back to my own so i can fall asleep myself.

i stop dead in my tracks when I hear her voice whisper tiredly, "night...", a sleepy grin on her face before closing her eyes again as i continue walking back to my room...

A/N- OKAY, my normal apologies for not writing, but be grateful i've done it. 🙄😭 (JOKING, LOVE YALL X)