#joel miller argument

[kennarose1108]

Joel Miller x !HAPPY! Reader *FIGHT/ARGUMENT*

You had lived in Jackson city for the last two years. You had become a favorite of everybody very quickly with your happy nature. You could light up a room with just a smile… A smile that everybody loved. But a little less than a year ago your parents, who you came with, went out on a run and were killed by clickers. Everybody thought that would be your breaking point, that you'd never be the same happy person you were…

But they were wrong.

You grieved as any person would… But you felt you couldn't let that hold you back. So once you started feeling better you went back to being your happy and cheery self.

And during that time you were introduced to Joel Miller. He was the complete opposite of you. He was quiet, reserved, and grumpy most of the time. He expected to hate your personality but to his surprise, he loved having you around… Sometimes. There were times you frustrated and annoyed him but he tried his best to hide it so he didn't upset you. He never wanted to upset you but sometimes you got so unbearable, especially with all the hugging and touching you do.

But you would always calm him down without realizing it. You mainly calmed him down by showing him things you made. You liked doing things with your hands so one of your hobbies is carving things out of wood. Which you and Joel had in common. But you've practically given everybody you knew one of your carvings and in all honesty, Joel wasn't expecting one.

And the day you gave it to him was one of the days you were pushing boundaries. Joel was on the verge of snapping and lashing out at you until you showed him the little sculpture you made for him. It was a grizzly bear and its cub, you said it reminded you of him and Ellie and thought it was perfect.

He always kept it on his desk after that.

But today was different. Today Joel was extra touchy and didn't want to be bothered. While out on a lookout he came across a family who, while bringing them back to camp for meds, were killed by clickers. Of course, you didn't know that, you didn't know any of the problems he had with you. He had never said anything and he never seemed psychically or verbally uncomfortable or upset with you so you kept on doing what you were doing.

But today just wasn't a good day… Not at all. He felt himself get psychically angry when he heard you calling him from downstairs. He was pissed you had just let yourself in without knocking… Even though he told you it was okay in the past.

"Joel! There you are." You say in a cheery tone of voice as you walk into his workroom where he sat at his desk, unfinished carvings on his table in front of him with the one you made him neatly placed to the side.

"How was your day?" You ask with a bright smile. No answer. You tried not to let it bother you though, sometimes he was like this so you tried shrugging it off. "Want some company?" Still no answer. He hadn't even looked up at you… It was like you were invisible. Your smile slowly turned into a frown but you tried your best to keep the happiest look you could for now. "Um… Want to come over tonight and watch a movie? Ellie showed me this amazing-" "You just can't take a hint can't you?" He said coldly. You froze, your smile completely wiped off your face and a feeling of dread washed through your body like you had done something wrong.

"What?" You say in confusion. "Are you really that dense? Or are you just too wrapped up in your perfect little world to notice anybody else around you?" You were taken aback by his words… He had never spoken to you like this before.

"I'm… Confused. Did I do something wrong?" He chuckles. He still hadn't moved; it was almost as if it were a recording and wasn't him saying it. But it was. It was him saying it, and you were confused why.

"I should be the one confused." He stands up. "I'm confused about how you're always so cheery and happy. Like there's not a care in the world." He says while turning to you, giving you a harsh glare that made you flinch. "I'm just a happy person I guess." You shrug. "And that's what I'm confused about. How can you be happy in this world?" He asks, his fist clenching in the process. "I don't know. I just am." You were panicking. You were thinking of ways you could calm him down but nothing that you thought of was good. "I don't understand. I don't understand how you can run around thinking everything is happy and made of fuckin' cotton candy and rainbows all the time. Making shit like this and giving it to people like they actually give a shit." He says while snatching the sculpture you made and holding it out in his hand. Tears were starting to well up in your eyes, you didn't know what to say or what to do… So you stood there. Upset and slightly afraid.

"I should've given it back to you the second you gave it to me. Everybody should've. Not like anybody likes them anyways." Your eyes widen. "…Nobody likes them?" You manage to choke out. He ignored the heartbreak in your voice and continued, "People are dying every day. People are suffering every day and you're spending your time making this GARBAGE!" In his fit of rage, he threw the sculpture on the ground. You gasp and jump back, thinking he was going to throw it at you.

But it didn't, instead, it hit the floor with a loud thud. You look down at it and you let out a shaky gasp. "You broke it." The tone of voice you had alone brought Joel back to reality, you sounded truly heartbroken. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at the sculpture. The older bear had broken in half and the cub had broken in multiple parts, it wasn't even connected to the ground part of the sculpture anymore.

You slowly kneel to it and gently laid the pieces in your hands. The tears in your eyes finally started to fall. This sculpture took you the longest. You wanted to perfect every little detail for him and you did. "Do you know how long this took me to make?" You say with a slight sob.

He sucked in a breath and ran his fingers through his hair. "Ah, hell.." He mumbled. Guilt crawled into his chest and he felt like punching himself for doing this to you. He made the happiest girl on the planet cry, he didn't think it was possible to ever see you cry. Even after your parent's death you never cried when people were around. You kept a brave face but he knew behind closed doors you were a wreck.

He didn't mean what he said… Of course, people loved your sculptures, everybody adored you. But in the moment he wanted to hurt you because he was hurting himself. It wasn't fair to you and he realizes this now.

"If you didn't want me around you should've just told me…" You say while resting the pieces down on the floor. "No, I… Darlin' that's not what I meant-" You push away his arms as he tried reaching down for you. You quickly got onto your feet and walked fast out of the room. He was stunned for a moment but he quickly regained his thoughts and went after you. "Y/N!" He called for you from the top of the stairs as you were hurrying down them. He continued to call for you but you ignored him.

You had to get out of there, you couldn't be in his presence anymore. It was too painful… But he couldn't let you leave… He just couldn't. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he just let you leave without at least trying to apologize. He quickly caught up to you and grabbed your arms and pulled you towards him. You immediately started fighting him away, but because Joel was a lot stronger than you he was able to keep you in place. He tried speaking to you, and he tried apologizing, but you were yelling at him to let you go and thrashing around too much. You weren't listening and you didn't want to listen. And him forcing you to stand there caused you to panic more and your anxiety levels raised… And then your fight or flight kicked in.

A harsh sound of skin hitting against skin filled the room before the room fell silent. Joel stumbled back in shock, letting you go in the process. You stood there and stared at him with wide eyes… You slapped him. And hard too. But Joel could handle it. It was the initial shock of it all that made him stumble back. His left cheek and your right hand stung from the impact.

You couldn't believe what just happened. You couldn't believe you HIT someone you cared about.

He was staring at you wide-eyed too, not as wide as you though. Your body was shaking and more tears were filling your eyes. You let out a shaky breath that turned into a quiet sob before you bolted for the front door, leaving the house with a loud slam of the door behind you. Joel didn't move, he didn't flinch. He just continued staring at the door in utter shock. He didn't care about you slapping him, it was his fault because he was forcing you down and making you upset. Although it was quite a shock.

His brain was blank, but his body moved. He slowly turned for the stairs and started going up them. He turned the corner of the room you both were just in and he stared down at the broken pieces of wood on the floor, right where you left it.

He walked over to it and knelt on one knee. He picked up the pieces in his hands and ran his thumb over the pieces. He hated himself at the moment, even more than usual.

What was he going to do now?

PART 2 LINK

MASTERLIST

[seethesunny]

Tess: What did you do?

Joel: Okay, but you can't get mad at me.

Tess: What. did. you. do.

Joel: So there i was, minding my own business-

Tess, slamming her hands on the table: BULLSHIT.

Joel: I WAS.

[ilophilia]

RIP Joel Miller, I just know your goodreads reviews would have been fire.

[augustpascal]

i love naughty dog so fucking much.

[skoulsons]

you know what I find so. vomitingly insane.

these two moments. this moment (which I don’t think I ever analyzed or posted WHOOPS maybe some day). this whole snippet of Joel taking his coat off and Ellie’s hand lingering on his arm and the way she looks at him. How she stares at him in this fashion of unbelief and thankfulness and love. She put a knife in his hands and told her to kill anyone who made it down there. He did. She told him to wake up. He did. And he found her just when she needed him. She’s not expecting it because he’s supposed to be in that basement, but he’s here.

And she takes him in as fully as she can. Staring at him, the whole time. Never blinking, not once. Her hand stays on his arm til he shuffles his coat off, afraid he’ll somehow disappear if she cannot immediately feel him under her fingertips. She watches him, the ghost of a smile on her lips because he’s there. He’s alive and he’s found her. Her comforting presence is right in front of her, alive and breathing. Her adrenaline still pumping from what transpired in that restaurant. Her eyes have a glimmer of light and love in them watching him.

And he watches her just as intently, studying what exactly she looks like. Never blinking, scanning her face of the blood and and her sweater, a mix of confusion, anger, and concern. How much has he missed? What happened? Why does she have blood on her face? Why did she cling to me in such a way? Why is she crying so hard? There’s so many questions, but they don’t have the time to talk. Joel knows she can’t, and he doesn’t push. He simply gives her the clothes off his back to keep her warm.

And then this.

Her expression, mainly. Void of… anything. She’s exhausted. She’s traumatized. She’s processing, or trying to. She is fighting for her life. Her mind is running rampant of everything, trying to catch up with the last few weeks.

And I think what goes along with that is that she’s with Joel now. She can finally, finally, let herself feel. She can stop fighting for her life for a second.

She’s not just near him or walking next to him. She’s held against him. The man she’s found plenty of protection and care in from a distance up until this point is holding her against his side, helping her walk. He’s wrapped her up in his coat and is trying to pull it around her more. His head is against hers, no indication of letting her go. His warmth and heartbeat and breath are right beside her, letting her know he’s there. That she’s safe now.

And she lets it all happen. She really can’t protest or make an effort to try anything else because she’s exhausted. She’s so tired and she’s hurt and confused and broken.

And that all catches up to her now. But it catches up to her in the safety of his hold. Bundled up in the warmth of his coat and held in the unparalleled safety of his embrace. She is able to feel, now, because he’s there.

[atinylittlepain]

A Very Happy, Hungry Hearts Pride

(joel miller x f!oc)

I'm not writing anything new for here, but I want everyone to know that in the Hungry Hearts-verse, after Joel and Cherry combine their respective family units, they go to Austin pride every year (I am Aware that official Austin pride is in August, let me live my lordt).

It's the mid-to-late 2000s, and Cherry has a little case of trigger finger when it comes to Etsy (what she does when she's supposed to be editing and doesn't want to), and as a result, Joel has about a dozen t-shirts whose sole purpose is to be worn at pride. He's got the "I <3 my lesbian daughter" shirt, the "proud dad of a lesbian" one, a couple rainbow-lettered "ally" ones. At first, it's all in support of Ellie, but then Sarah comes out as bi a few years in (do nawt challenge me on this, did you see all that purple? pls) and the t-shirt collection expands with the addition of a new flag.

He had to warm up to the idea of, you know, actually wearing them out in public at first, uncharted territory and all. That wasn't too difficult though, not with Cherry playing with his hair and whispering in his ear like they were teens again about what a good dad and how hot it made him, so hot, being all supportive, baby. What was the other thing? Oh yeah, in touch with your emotions, very sexy of you. Uh-huh, that's him, sign him up for this ally thing, he's good to go.

Joel doesn't like crowds, and he especially doesn't like them when it's hotter than hell out - but if there's one thing he loves, it's supporting his family, and also making sure no bible-thumping dickhead is giving them shit. So yes, up until both girls go away to college, you could find Joel Miller in one of his various Etsy-fied t-shirts looking just a little out of place at Austin pride, with his girls somewhere in orbit, and his wife (his wife, let him say it twice, let him have that, okay? Okay.) on his arm.

Cherry has her own t-shirts and pins. The lesbian flag and the bisexual flag, of course - except she doesn't go for the "ally" shirts, sticks instead to the classics - the rainbow "proud," you know, respectable. It takes a few years for it to click for Joel, and when he asks her if she's, well, you know, in his own sort of bashful way, Cherry just grins and shrugs, it was New York, what can I say?

Happy pride y'all <3

[ellies-enrichment]

i’m not good at QTE’s but i’m so fast at skipping when 2 cutscenes start on part 2

[pedges]

“joel “tex mex is better than anything southern california has to offer” miller “

okay…but i need them to fight on who has the better mexican food (it’s California)

NO BECAUSE. i got tears in my eyes hold on latino joel miller got a vice grip on me

-

“you angelinos got the biggest gotdamn heads, i swear,” joel is grumbling, almost like he doesn’t want you to hear, but you do anyways. he’s sitting there, stabbing his food with his fork like it owes him money, a furrow between his brow and the cutest little pout on his lips. it’s a bit entertaining if you’re being quite honest, because you do this every once in a while just to push his buttons and get a good giggle in. it works—every. single. time.

“s’not my fault you can’t accept the truth,” you say simply, shrugging your shoulders. if he looks at you, and you’re wearing an innocent, impish little grin, well, it’s only because he’ll kiss you twice as hard later on. “i’m not saying it’s bad, joel, just not as good.”

“which is the same as calling it bad.” joel is hard and sturdy as he speaks, but he’s not being mean—you know that. he does just the same sometimes when he riles you up by telling you the astros are better than the dodgers. which isn’t true, you tell him, and his smirk is always as cocky as the one you’re wearing now.

“pobrecito. it’s okay to admit you’re wrong sometimes, mi amor,” you coo. you reach over for his hand and giggle when he swats it away. “you’ve never even had los angeles mexican food, or been part of the la versus san diego debate—so, really i don’t think you have room to talk.”

“‘mi amor,’” he mocks, but you can see the way the pet name makes his eyes soften. it’s minuscule, but you’ve got a keen enough eye to tell. that, and hours of looking at joel’s face has trained you well. “you think i won’t book a ticket to lax right now just to prove you wrong?”

your grin grows as your raise your brows at joel. “you’re bluffing.”

“you’re messin’ with the wrong texan, little girl,” he says, setting his fork down so he can cross his arms and stare you down. you have to ignore the tingles that run up your spine just because this has gone to a completely different level. you don’t falter.

“okay, do it then,” you challenge.

“okay.”

“okay.”

—

the flight to los angeles is three and a half hours long.

sarah, tommy, and god be your witness—

when you’re sitting in some hole in the wall in the middle of east los angeles, grinning from ear to fucking ear, you’re sure joel is going to murder you (or at least something akin to it) later on if the stone faced glare he’s wearing is anything to go off of. that, and the clean plates in front of all three of the millers. (tommy is muttering something about how it’s time for mimis, poor thing.)

but god bless whoever’s abuela is back in the kitchen, because you also know this means you were right.

“say it.” you let out a hmph, arms crossed triumphantly over your chest. “say i was right.”

“cállate,” joel grits. the corners of his lips twitch though, and you smile even wider. “you’re so damn lucky you’re cute.”

you snort, lean over to kiss his cheek, and yeah—you were right.

-

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(something something sarah says the astros are in town something something joel loses a bet)

[jinglerat]

i've seen people on tiktok and twitter getting mad that people are siding with joel for citing that 1. the fireflies have no feasible means to create and distribute an actual working vaccine 2. their entire medical and research methods are so full of holes

some people act like they're much better fans of tlou because they discuss the more nuanced aspects of joel's decision and why it can be argued that what he did was wrong.

like, based on facts, them lying by omission was already unethical by medical professional standards. what was joel supposed to do? submit a report to the american medical association and pause the operation to wait for their judgement? the man is outnumbered and his kid is already hooked up on an operating table. you think the fireflies would let joel waltz in the operating room, ask the doctor and nurses and fireflies to wait for ellie to wake up, and then ask for her consent? when in fact they were already so hostile to joel as soon as he woke up?

joel was right. and i can make this post longer by arguing that he also believed lying to ellie was the best course of action. he's lied to her before about everyone loving contractors. hell, ellie tells joel in episode 3 he should have lied to her so she would not be enticed to check out the mass grave. she tells joel in episode 6 that he could just have lied about how the dam works and she would have believed him. but i fucking digress.

poking holes at the material conditions of the fireflies along with their medical malpractice is not a bad argument to use to justify joel's actions. get off your high discourse horse and fight me.

[gorgeousgreymatter-x]

anyone who says they would never do what Joel did is the biggest liar you know BTW

[peppermintfury]

Joel Miller: slaughters an entire hospital of people, stops the making of a vaccine that might save all of man kind, and lies to Ellie about his decision for the next 2 years.

[kennarose1108]

Joel Miller x !HAPPY! Reader *FIGHT/ARGUMENT* !PART 2!

Apologies were never his thing. Saying sorry was one thing but actually showing he was genuinely sorry was another. Saying sorry just wasn't going to be enough in this case. But because he wasn't good with apologies he hasn't talked to you in weeks. You were very obviously avoiding him... Which was expected.

But Joel stressed out over it. He wanted to see you, he wanted to see how you were doing. He was sure you weren't doing good but he wanted to see for himself...

Joel was sitting in the Tipsy Bison, an alcoholic beverage in his hand, and he was looming over the incident in his head again. The memory haunted him. "Hey, Joel," Ellie says while walking over to him, snapping him out of his thoughts in the process. He mumbled a 'hey' before taking a sip of his drink. "Can you go on the lookout with me tomorrow? I was supposed to go with Dina but she has other things to do." Ellie says. Joel nods, not like he has anything better to do anyways.

Ellie takes a seat with Joel and starts to look around the room. "So... You're friends with Y/N right?" Ellie asks. Joel pauses for a moment before saying, "Sort of." "Do you know what her problem has been recently?" Ellie asks, knowing he was full of shit. "There's a problem?" Joel asks while slightly turning his head in her direction. "Yeah. She's been kinda depressed and that's not like her. I dunno, maybe the grief of her parents is fully setting in or something." She says with a shrug.

Ellie's eyes started the wander the room again when her eyes fell on a familiar figure. "Speak of the devil." She says. Joel's eyes follow hers and he sees you walking in the doorway, Jesse forcing you inside. He was holding onto your wrist and speaking to you. You were talking to him back and trying to pull out of the door again but he didn’t let you. Joel took a good look at you and in all honesty... You looked like shit. There were large bags under your eyes which indicates you hadn’t slept in a while and if you had it hadn’t been much. But what bothered Joel the most was your face looked paler than usual. Usually, your face was so bright and full of life but now you just looked exhausted.

Jesse continued arguing with you and you continued to fight back. "Jesus... JESSE!" Ellie called. Both you and Jesse looked at her as she waved her hands toward you both, telling you both to come and sit with her. And that was when you made eye contact with Joel. The initial thought of having to be in the same building as him made you panic.

You tried forcing yourself away from Jesse but he just held onto your wrist tighter and forced you towards them. Joel watched you closely, seeing the panic on your face made him feel worse. So he looked down at his drink and decided not to make eye contact with you. When you and Jesse finally made it over to the table you stopped trying to get out of his grip, it was too late anyways. "Sit," Jesse ordered while letting you go and pointing to a seat next to Ellie. You slowly make your way into the seat and you look down at the table. Jesse pulls up a chair in between you and Joel, thank god, and sat down. "Y/N this is an intervention.." Ellie says before squinting her eyes, "That's the right word for this right?" She asks while looking at Jesse. He shrugs, "An intervention is for someone that has an addiction." You explain. Ellie shakes her head, "Whatever. Either way, we're here to help you." Ellie says. "Help me with what? I'm fine." Ellie glared at you, "Do you think we're idiots? You've been depressed for the last few weeks." Ellie says.

"And you got rid of all the little sculptures you were working on. And you requested to Tommy that he gets rid of your workbench entirely." Joel's eyes flicked up, not enough to look at you but enough to see you slightly in his peripheral vision. "I just got bored okay? I don't see the point in making them anymore." You say with a sigh.

"But why? You loved making them." "They were a waste of time." You started to feel frustrated with this conversation, you rested your elbows on the table and run the palm of your hands over your face in a stressful manner. "Plus... It's not like anybody liked them anyways..." You mumble. Joel squeezed his eyes shut and cringed, his fears of you being like this because of him became true. And now you were giving up your passion because of the hurtful words he said.

"WHAT?!" Ellie yelled, half the bar staring at her in confusion and annoyance. "Everybody loves them! Did somebody say something? Was it Seth? I swear to god if that slimy little fucker said anything I'll-" "Ellie. Please." You pleaded, your voice desperate and full of sadness. Your eyes glossed over with tears and you wished this conversation was over... In fact, it was over. You were done. You couldn't sit there anymore. "But-" "I'm going home." You mumble while interrupting Ellie and getting up to leave, not even bothering to push in your chair as you left.

You wiped away the tears that fell as you left the Tipsy Bison, trying to keep some kind of a poker face as you left the building. You quickly walked home and nearly ran into your home. You slammed the door shut behind you and you leaned against the door, sighing in relief as the protection of your home washed away all the anxieties you had.

You take another shaky breath before slowly walking into your Livingroom. You sit down on the couch and lean forward, one of your arms resting against your thigh and the other running over your face. But just as you were completely calming down you heard your front door open and close. You sigh in annoyance, "Ellie, please... I want to be left alone." The sound of footsteps stopped in the doorway of the Livingroom and you slightly rolled your eyes. You turn to face the person, ready to tell Ellie off as you thought it was her... But it wasn't.

Your face fell and your anxiety rose again as your eyes met with Joel's. He stared down at you, and a mix of emotions flashed through his face at once. Guilt, sadness, and anger at himself. The list was endless.

After he saw you leave he contemplated for a moment before storming off after you. He left so quickly that Ellie and Jesse weren't able to process what had happened until they saw him walking out of the same door you left in. He wanted to apologize, he needed to apologize. He was just hoping you'd accept it.

Your gaze slowly moved from his to the coffee table in front of you. He took this moment to slowly walk over to the chair across from you and sit down. He hadn't prepared for this, he had no idea what to say or what to do. So you both sat in silence for a few minutes. Your head hung low and he couldn't see your face. Maybe that would make this easier. He was about to apologize, say he was sorry for everything he did... But you beat him to it. "I'm sorry." You barely choke out as a loud sob escaped your lips. Your hand tried covering your lips to stifle your sobs but it didn't work. He stared at you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What the hell do you gotta be sorry for?" He asked. To you, he sounded mad so you flinched slightly at the tone of his voice. But he was just confused, he wasn't mad... Or at least wasn't mad at you, he was still pretty pissed at himself though.

You leaned back slightly and he got a small glance at your heartbroken features before another cry escaped your lips, making you hunch back forward. "I..." You start, "I hit you." You say with a sniffle.

Joel paused. A really long, ear-piercingly quiet, pause. The only sound that filled the home was you sobbing quietly to yourself. He was confused, oh so very confused. That couldn't be why you were so depressed the last few weeks right? That couldn't be all... It just couldn't. "I'm so sorry for hitting you, Joel." You say while trying to wipe the excessive amount of tears that fell from your eyes. "Is that... Is that what's been botherin' you for the last few weeks?" He asked. You nod, your head still hung low so he couldn't see your face. He took a deep breath in.

Even in his fit of rage and the bullshit he put you through, you still selflessly thought of the smallest thing you did and gave yourself all the blame. He couldn't believe it.

"Y/N." His voice was gentle, but stern. "Y/N look at me." It took you a moment before your eyes flicked up slightly so you were looking into his eyes. "Don't blame yourself." He shook his head, "I hurt you." "It didn't hurt." He says truthfully. Sure, it stung like it naturally would but Joel had thick skin. Whether that was actual thick skin or just layers of dirt and sweat that embedded into his skin. (Frankly, it could've been both) Either way, it didn't matter. It still didn't hurt.

"You're a liar.." You mumble while lowering your gaze back to the ground. He didn't realize exactly what you meant until then, you knew it didn't psychically hurt him... You were worried it emotionally hurt him. Like it was some kind of betrayal or something.

He couldn't it anymore. He got onto his feet and got in front of you before kneeling and trying to meet your gaze again. "Y/N." He moved his head to meet your eyes but you kept on moving away. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. "You got nothin' to be sorry for." He says. "None of this was your fault. And you slappin' me.." He took a deep breath, "Hell, that's been the last thing on my mind the last few weeks." He says while wiping away the tears with his thumb that landed near your chin. "I should be the one apologizing... And I am going to apologize." He says.

"Y/N. I am so sorry. I was having a rough day and I took it out on you. It wasn't your fault and I meant nothing that I said. I don't care about you slappin' me, I deserved it." He says with a nod. "But please don't change yourself because of me. You're perfect the way you are." He cupped one of your cheeks with his hand, wiping the tears around your eyes with his thumb.

You let out a sniffle and you actually manage to hold in a sob before lunging forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. He hesitated before wrapping his arms around your waist. You both sat like that for a few minutes, Joel was uncomfortable because he was in such an enclosed space. Being between you and a coffee table wasn't easy, but he managed it because he wanted to make you happy.

When you finally got the courage to say something you said, "I forgive you." Those three words brought peace to Joel. He felt his shoulders untense and he sighed against your neck. "And I'm sorry you were having a rough day." You say. He chuckled at your need to still apologize and you pulled away.

But you didn't get far. You stopped a few inches away from his face and you glanced down at his lips. You were going to pull away more but the grip he had on your waist stopped you. He was practically telling you he wanted it too without actually saying it. You didn't waste time, you pressed your lips against his and you sighed against him.

You had little to no experience so his lips quickly dominated yours. First, it started as slow and comforting... But then it turned rough and needy. Like you both had been waiting for this your entire lives. His hands traveled up your shirt and he ran his calloused hands against your soft skin. Your fingernails dug into the nape of his neck and you slightly tugged at his baby hairs.

But just as it was going to go further the sound of loud bangs at your front door stopped you in your tracks. "Y/N?!" Ellie's voice yelled for you. You pulled your head back, the small pop sound was made when your lips separated from Joel's. You licked your bottom lip and didn't move for a moment. But the sound of another loud bang at your door brought you back to reality. "I... I should get that." You mumble. "Yeah..." He whispered. Joel moved away from you and stood up. You got up yourself and slowly walked to the front door.

It's safe to say that you and Joel's relationship was never going to be the same again.

IF YOU ENJOY THIS I CAN MAKE A PART 3 :)

MASTERLIST

[rotisseries]

[ezrabridgerr]

just saw a post saying "in joel's defence", ummm he needs a defence? like what the fuck else was he supposed to do, who the hell is questioning his actions, what's the offence here,

[rosieshipper]

How I feel rn after finishing episode six of the last of us

!Spoilers in the tags!

[skoulsons]

Shipping Joel and Ellie literally makes no sense. This man loses his daughter and lives his life grieving her and being shaped by the violence of the world he lives in. She is constantly a part of his life (in his broken watch) and he has never properly grieved her since her death. Then some other little girl comes into his life and brings his fatherhood back out and makes him giggle and makes his heart beat again and annoys him like a child does to their parent and persistently asks him questions like he knows everything. And then he protects her and cares about her well-being and tries to protect her innocence and provide for her, literally everything a parent is supposed to do, and y’all see them as something else? An entire story about a man finding his second chance at fatherhood and a little girl experiencing firsthand the profound love of a father and y’all just…twist it into something that’s ILLEGAL. And you WRITE ABOUT IT? I cannot stop peoples thoughts, as much as I want to, but there are lines you should never reach in writing (and your thinking), and this is one of them