CARE FOR YOU- JOEL MILLER
an: this is a imagine for @joelsgeetar from the asks on the tlou x Halloween tag on their blog…enjoy this pain
pairings: peepaw Michael x Joel Miller(brotherly bond, peepaw Michael x tlou
warnings: Joels death, peepaws upset, peepaw being comforting(not a warning), peepaw in pain, anxiety/panic attacks, mention of disassociation, Abby’s group being aholes, peepaw is old so BESTIE HAS JOINT ISSUES OR SOMETHING SIMILAR, off script tlou2, off script Michael
summary: He really did care for them…for him.
Michael had never been apart of a family. Mostly in part of his cruel actions, people seen him as a monster. But now he found himself mixed into two people’s lives. Two people that he-- he wasn’t sure what it was anymore.
Michael had been in Jackson--with Joel and Ellie since she was fourteen or fifteen. He seen the bond they had(and he was no stranger to seeing bonds like this). What he didn’t under was why Ellie left. Why she now lived in the garage. Leaving him in the large home with Joel. It was hard reading all of this, trying to figure out what happened between them--it was hard seeing the people he was closest to drift apart. They offered him a home, even after everything he did, and now that home was broken in two. He wouldn’t show that it bothered him. He’d stay blank and read them separately. On Joel’s end, there was guilt and shame. On Ellie’s end,(on most days) she was upset and angry. Everything felt different.
Especially today. Today Michael finally agreed to go on another patrol. Not because he was told to by Maria. But because he seen something. It was rare for Michael to have nightmares--normally being good at keeping them away.
This nightmare, for some reason, made his chest tighten as he woke. In the darkness, unmasked, he blinked. The nightmare felt too real. It was to his surprise that he quickly got up, hurling the mask over his head as he opened his bedroom door on a search for Joel. And he wasn’t far. He was just at the front door slipping on his shoes getting ready to leave for patrol when Michael grunted. I’m going, he explained through the noise.
Joel would glance up, furrowed brows when he heard Michael grunt, he knew exactly what he said. It had gotten easier over the years to find out what Michael would say through his grunts and huffs. Joel let out a breathy--chuckle like exhale through his nose, “You sure you wanna go? Last time you almost--”
Michael grunted--annoyed, I’m going Joel.
Joel made no attempt to finish what he was gonna say, just nodded his head, surprised. Stating as he opened the front door, “Alright, yer going. Me and Tommy will be at the stables waitin’ on ya.”
Michael wasted, exactly no time getting himself together. On his way to the stables, his chest was still tight, he was confused. It was hard to keep that hardened exterior he always through over as a cover. He didn’t know if he should tell someone or not-- he didn’t.
Looking back he should have. He should have told Joel of all people. Maybe he could’ve stopped this? If he didn’t over think it and just told someone maybe this wouldn’t be happening right now. Michael felt--guilty?
Joel, Michael, and Tommy stood in a room, with strangers, in the Baldwin Manson. Michael didn’t understand. He didn’t understand how Joel and Tommy trusted these guys so easily. How they trusted that girl, Abby, so easily.
Walking in behind Joel, Michael uttered a breathy(grunted) statement, I don’t trust them. We should go. Joel glanced at him, as well as Tommy, who caught this grunt. “Michael, it’s not safe, you know that.” The older brother concluded. Michael glared at him, not angered but slightly upset, Why can’t you just listen to me for once! -- He wanted to argue but he just consented a ‘fine’ in a scoffed response.
“How long you all been here?” Tommy inquired, getting the attention adverted to him instead of Joel and Michael(who still argued) as a few others from the group slipped into the room. “Since yesterday,” a man commented back.
That’s when Joel, who reassuringly gripped Michael’s shoulder look at the man, slightly questioning. “Yesterday.” he repeated, moving to drop his hand from the masked mans shoulder. The man lightly nodded, “Yep.”
Joel continued to ask questions, growing curious of who these guys were. “What are y’all doing out this way?” The man rolled his lips together, “Oh,” and walking past, pointing out a bit, he said. “Just passing through. You three live near by?”
Michael grumbled, No. Tommy sighed glancing from Michael to the man. Nodding to answer, “We do. A few hours down hill.”
“Y’all should come back with us. Restock before you head out?’
Michael let out a rigid breath, it was new to him--this suffocating feeling that was consuming him. Badly he wanted answers. He wanted to tell his friend -- Joel who was now walking away from him. But he stayed blank as another person spoke, this time he didn’t pay attention. Almost disassociating himself to keep this cold exterior going.
Undenounced to him, Tommy introduced the three of them himself, but when Joel stated his name -- that’s when everything crumbled. Everyone froze when Tommy stated his brothers name. Staring at him intently. Looking around with a worried tone Joel marveled, “Y’all act you’ve heard of us or something.”
Michael looked at Joel, standing as still as he could but his finger tips twitched, brushing over the knife in the holster around his waist.
-- He should’ve went for it. He should’ve killed them all.
But he waited -- waited for a good indication. Hearing a gun shot blow off. Seeing Joel drop to the ground, hissing in pain from the bullet that went through his leg. Abby was his target. Michael slipped the knife from the holster as Tommy screamed out for his brother, soon fighting to fend these people off of him as Michael went to lunge(even if it was a bit slow) at the girl.
Michaels old age wasn’t helpful in this situation, his joints and muscles didn’t work the same, and with multiple people coming from every direction. They took him down(but not very easy). The knife forced from his hand, his knee kicked in and his back collided with the hard ground making him groan, multiple hands forced his limbs to stay down on the ground. Michael still tried to thrash out of the weight that held him on the ground, at one point, seeing Joel being forced to sit up against the wall. Yelling.
All these feeling overwhelmed him, his eyes straining on Joel’s frame, he was determined to save him.
Making everything blur together. From Abby making her cowardly speech to the moment it happened. Fumed and with a growl he broke free, shoving the people off of his frame and rolling to get off the ground, he was kicked in the stomach(a good couple of times). Before this wouldn’t have stopped him, yet he found himself stomach first and limbs digging into him. He didn’t want to give up. He never gave up. But more he worked himself under the weight pressing on him, the weaker he felt.
-- He couldn’t save him.
Michael could only stare at Joel, he half-knew and half-didn’t-know the feeling that rumbled through his veins. He was angry. His chest heaved. Brows furrowed and jaw clenched under the mask. He was so blinded by this he didn’t realize Ellie was the one who busted into the room and was forced down beside him. To watch a almost unrecognizable Joel receive another blow.
But then he heard her. He heard her begging. Sobbing. Wanting Abby to stop. Then threatening the other girl. His stomach bellowed to a drop hearing the teenager then break again and plead Joel to get up. The older man only blinked with a swallow breath.
Another guy from the group muttered to Abby, though Michael’s ears didn’t catch what he said as he only had Ellie’s screams to reside in his ears when the finally, life-ending hit.
Something washed over Michael and his face fell under the mask. Before he would never be upset over a death. Before he would’ve done anything but feel sympathy.
He—he felt sympathy?
He felt sympathy for the man. For his—friend. His brother.
All these feelings flooded him. Hurt, guilt, sympathy, and anger. All of it. He could name all of it. But even bigger he realized:
Joels gone. He’s gone. One of the only other people who truly helped Michael feel human and real.
It takes time to heal
Michael visited Ellie daily. He’d bring her food from Seths. He’d sit and listen to her. Michael made sure to take care of Ellie. He made sure to do the same with Tommy. Even if the man would just sit there for hours on end until he finally mustered out how much he missed Joel.
Michael finally understood the feeling of loss. With Joel gone Michael kept the house. He left everything but his own room the same.
From the way Joel had his old family pictures set to the coffee cup that was half empty on the counter.
Well. Everything except the boots and coat that would be neatly placed by the front door.
You know what, Michael did have a family, and damn sure was a good one while it lasted.
tags: @joelsgeetar @misspearly1 @extraneous-trip
Joel going down on you and leaving beard burn along your inner thigh, with female reader.
WARNINGS ─ female!reader, smut [ oral [ f ] + beard burn ] + mature language
AUTHORS NOTE ─ the way i ascended to the heavens after reading this was just pure *chefs kiss* -- thank you for sending this in babes!
send me a headcanon or scenario for a character i write for and i’ll write a five paragraph fic for it
joel mouths against your cunt, slurping up your wetness as his tongue prods against your entrance, nose bumping against your clit. you curse, fingers twisting through his locks as you grind your pussy against his face.
he growls, using his hands to pull you in deeper. you gasp, tongue flicking over your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking harshly. you’re so close to coming, and he knows it. just in the way you tense below him and dig your fingers deeper into his hair.
you come with a loud gasp, legs shaking violently as a white hot feeling washes over you, a numbing feeling taking over. joel stands up, gently coaxing you through your orgasm as you begin to come down from your high. a hand smoothes along your thigh as sweet praise flows from his mouth.
you sat up after a minute, wincing slightly when your thighs rub together. joel immediately catches it, “something hurt?” he questions with a furrowed brow, you nod, spreading your thighs to see the rough patches of skin, sensitive to the touch and mildly irritating. joel chokes back laugh as you glare up at him, “you gave me beard bun, you jackass!”
“i’ve got a beard baby, it’s gonna happen if i eat you out like that.” he smiles, chest puffing out slightly as a sense of pride washes over him. he shakes his head, moving toward the bathroom to grab a washcloth and some lotion to help soothe your inner thighs.