Meet the Millers - Chapter 4
Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader
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.
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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.
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*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias
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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.
