Meet the Millers - Chapter 10

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 3000+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Bear in mind the pairing of this fic along with the fact it’s set in a post-apocalyptic setting, so there will be themes and elements fitting the setting. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: We’ve hit the penultimate chapter!

I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series. Thank you so much for following me and reading my ramblings! Also a shoutout to @astoryisaloveaffair for helping me figure out how things work and being an amazing sounding board, @icanbeyourjedi for helping me to settle on a filter for this moodboard, and @theewokingdead for being delightfully appalled at how many words this one shot has turned into and cheering me on with memes and gifs.

This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 28

Benny: 35

Will: 38

Joel: 50

*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

**If you want to be added to the taglist, join here or let me know!

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<<Chapter 9

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You jerk awake in the morning, alone in the room, and groan in pain at your neck. Unable to rub it, you slowly pull your head upright, trying to stretch it out. Shortly after, the man from the day before comes in to let you use the bathroom. He brings you breakfast, a simple egg with 1 piece of plain toast, and comes back every few hours to let you use the bathroom. Lunch is some form of canned meat, dinner some kind of attempt at a soup. You slept that night the same as the night before, but this time you lean the other way, hoping to stretch out the kink.

3 days pass in this manner. You know the Millers must be beside themselves, and you’re sure Joel has found your trail. As much as you want to leave this place, you know they can’t just come in here, guns ablazin’. They’re great shots to be sure, but they’re vastly outnumbered. They’d need a plan. You just have to hold out.

The penultimate chapter howwwww 😭

I want these three to come take care of me.

Meet the Millers - Chapter 9

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2300+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Bear in mind the pairing of this fic along with the fact it’s set in a post-apocalyptic setting, so there will be themes and elements fitting the setting. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series. Thank you so much for following me and reading my ramblings! Also a shoutout to @astoryisaloveaffair for helping me figure out how things work and being an amazing sounding board, @icanbeyourjedi for helping me to settle on a filter for this moodboard, and @theewokingdead for being delightfully appalled at how many words this one shot has turned into and cheering me on with memes and gifs.

This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 28

Benny: 35

Will: 38

Joel: 50

*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

**If you want to be added to the taglist, join here or let me know!

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Joel was gone for a few hours before you heard the front door fly open, Will and Benny calling out your name. You come out of the backroom where you store your bag and run down the hall, launching yourself into their outstretched arms. It had only been a week since you had gone outside with Joel, but it felt like months. Latching onto Benny first, you feel Will come up behind you and sandwich you in, the boys squeezing you tight. After a few moments, you tap Benny’s arm and he lets you go as you shift around to face Will, throwing your arms around him as well. Benny copies Will and wraps his arms around you from behind, gently kissing your neck.

“I missed you guys so much,” you mumble into Will’s neck.

“We missed you too, darlin’.”

“So much.”

Why, LeAnna, why?

Meet the Millers - Chapter 9

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2300+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Bear in mind the pairing of this fic along with the fact it’s set in a post-apocalyptic setting, so there will be themes and elements fitting the setting. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series. Thank you so much for following me and reading my ramblings! Also a shoutout to @astoryisaloveaffair for helping me figure out how things work and being an amazing sounding board, @icanbeyourjedi for helping me to settle on a filter for this moodboard, and @theewokingdead for being delightfully appalled at how many words this one shot has turned into and cheering me on with memes and gifs.

This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 28

Benny: 35

Will: 38

Joel: 50

*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

**If you want to be added to the taglist, join here or let me know!

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Joel was gone for a few hours before you heard the front door fly open, Will and Benny calling out your name. You come out of the backroom where you store your bag and run down the hall, launching yourself into their outstretched arms. It had only been a week since you had gone outside with Joel, but it felt like months. Latching onto Benny first, you feel Will come up behind you and sandwich you in, the boys squeezing you tight. After a few moments, you tap Benny’s arm and he lets you go as you shift around to face Will, throwing your arms around him as well. Benny copies Will and wraps his arms around you from behind, gently kissing your neck.

“I missed you guys so much,” you mumble into Will’s neck.

“We missed you too, darlin’.”

“So much.”

Why, LeAnna, why?

Meet the Millers - Chapter 8

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 4100+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Bear in mind the pairing of this fic along with the fact it’s set in a post-apocalyptic setting, so there will be themes and elements fitting the setting. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series. Thank you so much for following me and reading my ramblings! Also a shoutout to @astoryisaloveaffair for helping me figure out how things work and being an amazing sounding board, @icanbeyourjedi for helping me to settle on a filter for this moodboard, and @theewokingdead for being delightfully appalled at how many words this one shot has turned into and cheering me on with memes and gifs.

This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 28

Benny: 35

Will: 38

Joel: 50

*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

**If you want to be added to the taglist, join here or let me know!

<<Chapter 7

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Santi’s daughter, Leila, makes a full recovery, her fever breaking just after the second cup of tea. His wife hadn’t left Leila’s side since she got sick, but as Leila gained her strength back, his wife pulled you into a big hug, tears running down her face as she thanked you for everything.

“Joel was right - you are an angel.”

A couple of days later, you’re lacing up your boots to head home, your heart desperately needing your boys. All…3? You’re not sure what’s happening with Joel, but you want to see them anyway. Santi walks you to the door as his wife reads Leila a book in her bedroom.

“Ghost, I- I can’t thank you enough for this. I tried everything I could and she…she could’ve…” you see tears starting to slowly fall from his eyes and you pull him in, hugging him tightly as he cries into your shoulder.

“You’re a great dad, Santi. I can see it.”

YESSSSS. I love Benny and Will but Joel is the king 👑 I loved every minute of it. Joel kissing her nose at the end 🥺🥰 I think this is the first time I haven't wanted to glare at you after reading 😂

Waking Up Together

Frankie Morales x female Reader x Benny Miller A Part of the “Together” Universe Co-written with @absurdthirst​

Rating: E for Explicit, my friends. 18+ (just like the rest of my blog) Word Count: 10.8k Warnings: This is a MMF relationship! If that doesn’t appeal to you, then just scroll away right now. Cursing, food. Vaginal sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), ass eating, face sitting, technically double penetration I guess?, some dirty talk, biting, handjob, talk of using restraints Summary: Uncertainty and a hangover are the main ingredients the morning you wake up in Frankie and Benny’s bed for the first time. Will it be the an awkward goodbye after a single night of passion, or just the start of things to come? Notes: This little series has been so much fun to poke at! Frankie, Benny, and their lovely reader are a trio that we’re loving to get to know and anticipate visiting quite a bit more in the future. Thanks for reading!

Together in Chronological Order: Waking Up Together Taking Care Together Better Together

You would have been convinced it was a dream if your head weren’t pounding so badly. Before your eyes even open you can feel the headache, fully formed behind your eyes and throbbing in a way that breaks the spell completely. The delicious dream of being sandwiched between Frankie and Benny in that club vanishes without a trace and leaves you groaning softly at the pain in your skull, and you squeeze your eyes shut against the morning light.

Except…as the night before starts to come back to you bit by bit…you’re not actually sure it was a dream. The flashes of memory are too tactile. The sounds in your mind too solid. The arms around your waist too heavy. The ache between your legs much too real. When you force yourself to open your eyes, you really are sandwiched between the two still-sleeping men of your literal dreams. Benny’s immense frame is plastered to your back with his face curled against the back of your neck, blissfully snoring away; while Frankie is lying facing you looking like an absolute angel with his arm laid out down your body so his hand is resting on your hip - fingers spread out over your ass like he’s reaching to get a handful even in his sleep. Alright. Slightly less than angelic. It really happened… It really, finally happened. But now what?

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I am here for FishBen 😍🥵

Meet the Millers - Chapter 7

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 3300+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Bear in mind the pairing of this fic along with the fact it’s set in a post-apocalyptic setting, so there will be themes and elements fitting the setting. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series. Thank you so much for following me and reading my ramblings! Also a shoutout to @astoryisaloveaffair for helping me figure out how things work and being an amazing sounding board, @icanbeyourjedi for helping me to settle on a filter for this moodboard, and @theewokingdead for being delightfully appalled at how many words this one shot has turned into and cheering me on with memes and gifs.

This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 28

Benny: 35

Will: 38

Joel: 50

*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

**If you want to be added to the taglist, join here or let me know!

<<Chapter 6

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It’s then you hear the sound of an engine, unmistakable in its rarity since the infection, causing your blood to run cold.

Realizing you won’t have time to make it to Joel, you flatten yourself into the ditch, your ears straining for any sound that wasn’t there before. Judging by where the car stops, they’ve found something worth looking at. You hope Joel was able to hide before they pulled up, but you’re unsure of where he was exactly. Vehicle doors slam and you hear a few loud expletives before their voices are lost to distance and wind. You wait one more minute before daring to lift your head to peek over the edge of the ditch. There’s no one there. You wait again, hating that you have to check before moving to help Joel. No movements, which tells you they didn’t bother to check around. Which means they didn’t spot Joel and he’s hiding or they found him and he said he was alone, which gave you an advantage.

Ghost is a fucking badass. I love it. His nickname for her 🥺❤️ Also, I cracked up when you mentioned a ladder since ladders all over the damn place in the game 😂 Throw in a dumpster you have to move and climb on and I'll be sold this is canon 😂

Meet the Millers - Chapter 5

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 4200+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Bear in mind the pairing of this fic along with the fact it’s set in a post-apocalyptic setting, so there will be themes and elements fitting the setting.

Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. However, if you’d like trigger warnings, click here to view them for this chapter.

Notes: I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series.

-This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

-Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 28

Benny: 35

Will: 38

Joel: 50

*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

**If you want to be added to the taglist, join here or let me know!

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A strong hand grips your hips and spins you around to face him, pressing you back against the counter, your spine curving backwards to throw you off center. Despite him aggressively holding a knife to your throat, you can’t help but notice how handsome he is. He’s older than Will, maybe by 10 or 12 years. He has patchy facial hair that is dark brown with greys creeping in, matching his hair, which looks soft and lightly curls over his forehead, hair flipping out at the nape of his neck. His nose is defined, Romanesque, and you notice the facial hair includes a mustache. A scar crosses the bridge of his nose as well as the cheekbone under his left eye, and a few fresh scraps mottle his tanned skin. His shoulders are broad and muscular, tapering down to a thinner waist. Your eyes snap to his, deep chocolate orbs staring at you with suspicion and anger, which lifts for a brief moment.

“Jesus. They’re sendin’ them young now.”

AHHH! Joel is perfect! I love them trying to explain to him how their relationship and sex works 😂

Me every time they offer Joel to get in on the relationship

Twenty-two years older? Old enough to be my father? Not a problem, daddy.

Meet the Millers - Chapter 4

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 5300+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Bear in mind the pairing of this fic along with the fact it’s set in a post-apocalyptic setting, so there will be themes and elements fitting the setting.

Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. However, if you’d like trigger warnings, click here to view them for this chapter.

Notes: I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series.

-This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

-Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 28

Benny: 35

Will: 38

Joel: 50

*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

**If you want to be added to the taglist, join here or let me know!

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Stubbly facial hair grazes your lips and you blink your eyes open, seeing Will exit the room. Early morning light shines through the windows, it’s dim rays casting odd shadows in the room. Benny is still wrapped around you, lightly snoring, his breathing deep in sleep. Gently, you lift his arm from around you and slide out from under him, placing his hand gently on the bed. You brush a few strands of hair out of his face before leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. Will’s shirt is still on the ground so you pull it over your head, heading out to the living area.

Will is in the kitchen, moving around quietly to make a basic breakfast of eggs and toast. He has on a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt, and you take a minute to watch him move around the kitchen, focused on his task. It dawns on you that he must have to work today, which is why he’s up with the sun. Moving forward quietly, you get behind him and grab his hips, causing him to jump slightly.

“I knew you were there and I still jumped,” Will chuckles as you wrap your arms around him, resting your cheek on his back. He finishes cooking the eggs, moving the pan off the burner, and turns in your arms to face you, his finger tilting your chin up to look at him.

Ahhhhhh that ending!

The ominous feeling, the tension in the air, the talk of leaving...I feel like you're building up to something but I can't quite figure out what 👀🤔 I'm too tired to think. I couldn't sleep after last night. I mean, Benny two nights in a row? We've truly been blessed by the gods of smut 😂

Meet the Millers - Chapter 3

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 4200+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Bear in mind the pairing of this fic along with the fact it’s set in a post-apocalyptic setting, so there will be themes and elements fitting the setting.

Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. However, if you’d like trigger warnings, click here to view them for this chapter.

Notes: I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series.

-This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

-Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 28

Benny: 35

Will: 38

Joel: 50

*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

**If you want to be added to the taglist, join here or let me know!

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“The reservoir’s on the side.”

You jump and the pot clatters to the floor, smashing to pieces as you turn and meet the eyes of…

“Benny?”

Benny looks at you, obviously just as shocked as you were. “Ghost?”

He scans down your body and sees Will’s shirt, his face shifting to some emotion you couldn’t place.

Reader: How am I supposed to choose?!

Will and Benny:

I mean, really. It would be impossible to choose anyway.

Meet the Millers - Chapter 2

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 3400+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Bear in mind the pairing of this fic along with the fact it’s set in a post-apocalyptic setting, so there will be themes and elements fitting the setting. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series.

-This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

-Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 28

Benny: 35

Will: 38

Joel: 50

*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

**If you want to be added to the taglist, join here or let me know!

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You happened to have the night off and decided to celebrate by heading to the bar. It was a speakeasy - you needed to know where it was hidden and the password to get in, both of which you were privy to, thanks to Benny. You hadn’t had a drink in a long time and even then it was homemade so you were really looking forward to what they may have. With any luck they’ll have something vintage, pre clickers. Hopefully it won’t be too expensive.

You hadn’t seen Benny in over a week as he was off training, so you were feeling tense in more ways than one. You headed to the unassuming alley that housed a small herb shop. Just past it was an even smaller alleyway with a door about halfway down. Walking up to the door, you knock in a certain way and a panel in the door slides open. Speaking the password, the panel slides shut again and the door opens into another dark hallway. Cautiously you enter and the man behind the door gestures down the hall.

Damn, Will 🤤 These Miller boys know how to satisfy a girl.

Hahahaha the second he asked he back to his place I KNEW something was going to happen. Whoops! I'm surprised it took a couple months tbh 😂 Perfect way to end this chapter.

Meet the Millers - Chapter 2

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 3400+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Bear in mind the pairing of this fic along with the fact it’s set in a post-apocalyptic setting, so there will be themes and elements fitting the setting. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series.

-This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

-Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 28

Benny: 35

Will: 38

Joel: 50

*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

**If you want to be added to the taglist, join here or let me know!

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You happened to have the night off and decided to celebrate by heading to the bar. It was a speakeasy - you needed to know where it was hidden and the password to get in, both of which you were privy to, thanks to Benny. You hadn’t had a drink in a long time and even then it was homemade so you were really looking forward to what they may have. With any luck they’ll have something vintage, pre clickers. Hopefully it won’t be too expensive.

You hadn’t seen Benny in over a week as he was off training, so you were feeling tense in more ways than one. You headed to the unassuming alley that housed a small herb shop. Just past it was an even smaller alleyway with a door about halfway down. Walking up to the door, you knock in a certain way and a panel in the door slides open. Speaking the password, the panel slides shut again and the door opens into another dark hallway. Cautiously you enter and the man behind the door gestures down the hall.

Damn, Will 🤤 These Miller boys know how to satisfy a girl.

Hahahaha the second he asked he back to his place I KNEW something was going to happen. Whoops! I'm surprised it took a couple months tbh 😂 Perfect way to end this chapter.

Commitment Issues - Part 4.5

Pairing: Benny Miller x Reader

Words: 1.6k

Summary: When you try and take your friends with benefits relationship to the next level, Benny’s response isn’t quite what you were expecting.

Warning: Unplanned Pregnancy, Christmas Drama, Threats of violence, Commitment Issues ✨

Author Note: There's been a slight edit to this part - nothing major just a deleted scene at the end. Sorry for any confusion!

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Once the grenade had been dropped Marianna was forcibly removed by her Abuela and sent to her room, you had half a mind to rip the head off of that Barbie you’d bought her for Christmas, the little asshole.

Commitment Issues - Part 2

Pairing: Benjamin Miller x Reader Words: 2.1k Summary: When you try and take your friends with benefits relationship to the next level, Benny's response isn't quite what you were expecting.

Warning: Angst, Slight(?) Depression, Alcohol Abuse, Breakup blues, Tough Love from Will, Benny being a✨fuckin' idiot ✨who can't process emotions in a healthy way. Big Brother Will UwU

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A few days morphed into a full week before you could even think of responding to the text messages from the guys and that was only because Catfish threatened to turn up at your place if you didn’t.

OH SHIT WHAT. The ANGST!!

Meet the Millers - Chapter 1

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2700+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Bear in mind the pairing of this fic along with the fact it’s set in a post-apocalyptic setting, so there will be themes and elements fitting the setting. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series. Thank you so much for following me and reading my ramblings! Also a shoutout to@astoryisaloveaffair for helping me figure out how things work and being an amazing sounding board, @icanbeyourjedi for helping me to settle on a filter for this mood board, and @theewokingdead for being delightfully appalled at how many words this one-shot has turned into and cheering me on with memes and gifs.

-This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

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*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

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Quiet.

That’s what you loved about being on the patrol team at the very top of the wall. It’s why you volunteered for it. Most people want to be closer to the ground, whether from fear of heights or lack of wanting to traverse the multitude of makeshift stairs to get here.

But not you.

Up here, the sounds of Boston fade away to a soft din, allowing you space to breathe. It’s not that you hated the noise, but you grew up away from here, your family constantly on the move, avoiding raiders and clickers. The quiet gave your brain room to breathe, away from all of the politics and sector checks, ration cards and hidden gangs.

Not to mention the view was spectacular.

I will judge you for the length of the fic slightly less harshly from now on 😂 I cannot judge Ghost for fucking Benny immediately after meeting him because honestly if I was in a zombie apocalypse and could die at any moment and Benjamin Miller appeared...same.

Excuse me while I pass away. A gentleman even when he's about to fuck the shit out of you.

Lmao. I can't imagine his face 😂

Benny giving you a bandana to clean up and bringing you coffee 🥺 He is the sweetest. This was well worth the wait.

Light Me Up - Chapter 6

Pairing: Benjamin “Benny” Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 4200

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!

Warnings: Mature themes and some canon mentioned. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: I may be moving this fic to an every other week type format. We’ll see what happens because I have a hard time staying away from Benny.

**Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

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<<Chapter 5

Light Me Up Masterlist

General Masterlist

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Waking up still curled on the couch next to Benny, you stretch and look up at his sleeping face. No trace of pain, internal or external, are in his features, his chest rising and falling softly with sleep. You lean up to give him a light kiss on the cheek before getting up to make some breakfast. 

Sliding the bacon in the oven, you crack a few eggs into a heated pan along with some diced tomatoes, peppers, and onions, adding some salt and pepper to the mix. You watch the eggs heat up, flipping them around with your spatula when you feel arms wrap around you as Benny places a kiss on your neck.

“Mornin’, Sparks.”

“Morning, Benny.”

He rests his chin on your shoulder as he watches you mix the eggs, steadily morphing from runny to scrambled. The eggs finish cooking and you take the pan off the burner, turning off the stove. Benny spins you around and pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you even tighter in a bear hug. Your face is pressed to his bare chest and you breathe him in, wrapping your arms around him in return. You squeeze a little and Benny hisses - you had completely forgotten about his ribs. Dropping your arms, you attempt to back away from him, but Benny holds you to him.

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The kitchen floor?! 🥵 I wanted it and you absolutely delivered! That was an amazing lesson 😉 Being in charge of Benny Miller? Oh boy 🤤

He is adorable with kids 🥺 My heart can't take it.

Frankie slipping Colombia. Oops...

Man the tension at the end. I know something's up between him and Will 🤔 What the hell happened?! Hopefully this conversation continues SOON! He can't keep hiding things!

No thoughts. Just horny for Benny.