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rhoorl · 2 months

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Strike a Pose

Pairing: Benny Miller x OFC Vanessa (Delta Landscaping Universe)

Word Count: 3.3k | AO3 Link

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Summary: Benny and Vanessa go on their first date.

Warning: Benny Miller. That’s it. That’s the warning. No, but seriously, I think this is pretty fluffy. Vanessa has some insecurities about her body and a previous bad relationship.

A/N: This is an extended version of a scene from Chapter 15 of Delta Landscaping, but I think it could be read as a standalone. Big thank you to @trulybetty for answering a series of random questions mad libs style - I’ll share more at the end! Also to those reading Delta Landscaping, this does count towards our little bingo board…I hope you enjoy the latest Easter egg 😉

The drive over to the bowling alley was pleasant. Chatting with Benny was so easy and he constantly made me laugh. When I wasn’t laughing I was trying hard to not just stare at the guy – he looked so good. At one point, we stopped at a red light and he casually turned his hat backward and my breath hitched. I coughed to try and play it off.

Saturday night at a popular bowling alley made for a packed parking lot and an even busier lobby. We walked up to check in and the woman at the counter told me that I didn’t have a reservation. I could have sworn I set it up, but I couldn’t find a confirmation email anywhere in my inbox. To make matters worse, she was giving me a pretty snotty attitude saying it would be at least a two-hour wait.

I was so annoyed with myself, I’m usually better about stuff like this. Lord knows I love a plan. But Benny didn’t even bat an eye, he just told me to “Stay here darlin’” as he waltzed back over to the attendant who so rudely turned me away a few moments ago. He leaned against the counter and flashed a smile and some puppy dog eyes. It’s no wonder she folded and gave him whatever he wanted – shit, I would too.

He motioned for me to come over, “What size you got doll?”

“Ah, um….8 and a half if you have it?” I asked the woman, confused as to how they miraculously found us a lane.

The attendant gave me an up-and-down and looked at Benny before she turned around and plopped two pairs of shoes onto the counter. “Lane 22.” She said with a deadpan expression.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Benny winked. “C’mon, darlin’ let’s go,” Benny lightly laid his hand on the small of my back which sent goosebumps up my spine.

“How’d you manage to find us a lane?”

“Well, you always catch more bees with honey,” he looked over with a smirk.

“So a nice smile is honey now huh?” I quipped, the words coming out before I could think it through.

“Oh I have a nice smile don’t I?” Benny chuckled. I averted my eyes, hoping that the warmth I was feeling in my cheeks wasn’t too apparent. “Here we go, lane 22. After you.”

We went to pick our bowling balls. I opted for a bright pink one pretty quickly, while Benny had to test several out. There’s a method to my madness he told me as he picked up ball after ball. I don’t know what came over me but watching his fingers slot into each…nevermind, I can’t think about that.

He eventually found one he liked and we started our game. It’s been years since I’ve done this but it was fun, even though I was playing with a ringer. I had more gutterballs than pins I knocked down, but Benny didn’t make me feel bad. It was sweet, actually. He tried to help me a couple of times, standing behind me, one hand lightly on my hip as he directed me where to aim. I honestly had no idea what he was saying, feeling his breath close to my ear it was a miracle I was still standing.

We finished the first game just as our food arrived. Not only was it impressive that he bowled a perfect game, he did it with mostly trick shots. It was cute how he seemed to get excited trying to impress me.

“Are you serious?” I shook my head. It was unfair, he wasn’t even looking at his last shot. His back was to the lane and he just let the ball fly behind him. He sauntered over to me with a big grin and a swagger that made me take an extra few sips of my water.

“Ooo yay, the food is here,” he rubbed his hands together, looking at the spread. I was a little self-conscious about ordering so much food, but he mentioned how training was making him hungry.

“Wait wait!” I needed to take advantage and grab some photos. “Sorry, I um…one sec,” I bit my bottom lip as I pulled out my phone and started to rearrange the plates. I could see Benny out of the corner of my eye looking confused as I started taking photos. “Sorry…I am one of those people, annoying I know, but I figured tonight was a good excuse to start up my account again,” I finished my little impromptu photoshoot with a couple of quick videos to use for my stories. “Phone eats first,” I winked motioning that the coast was clear.

“What kind of account you have?”

“Oh, it’s just on Instagram…I started it a few years back…it’s a fun way to explore the food scene and…sorry this is all boring I’ll stop,” I laughed to myself.

“No, no, it’s not boring, I like it. I like food, clearly,” he motioned to the four plates in front of him which made me snort. “Lemme see, I wanna follow.” He motioned toward my phone with his chin.

I reluctantly handed him the phone and watched as he scrolled my account. My heart was racing wondering if he was going to think this was a stupid little hobby like Luce did. I saw his forehead scrunch and I felt a pit in my stomach, ready for the impending snide comment.

“What? I know I don’t always have the best lighting, I’ve been meaning to buy myself a little light thing and - “

“No, hey,” he put his hand on my forearm, which sent an electric pulse up my body. I suddenly realized my sister was right and it was probably too warm for me to be wearing this flannel after all. “No this is great, these photos are beautiful…I just was wondering where you were.”

“What?”

“I don’t see you in any of these photos. Maybe your hands every once in a while, but how come you’re not in these?” He shook the phone as he turned it back to me.

There was a reason for that. It started off innocently enough, with one random troll making a comment about how I should spend less time going out to eat and more time on the treadmill. I could shake it off, one comment wasn’t going to bring me down. But as my account grew, the more of these I got – mostly from blank profiles. They didn’t even have the decency to show themselves, just letting their keyboards sling harmful words. So, I deleted every photo I was in, but eventually, that wasn’t enough so I just put a pause on the account.

“Oh…I…um…I dunno I guess I’d rather have the focus be on the food,” I looked down, playing with the straw of her water.

“Hmm…” Benny nodded, handing back my phone. He pulled his out and started typing. My eyes narrowed trying to figure out what he was up to. “There, you have a new follower,” he winked.

I saw the notification pop up and I had to steady my breath as I saw his profile picture because he looked so hot. It was a black and white photo of him in a white tank top and the same black hat he had on tonight. I clicked on his profile and almost choked seeing how many followers he had. “Holy shit, are you like an influencer or something?!”

He looked a bit sheepish, “I started the account when I got into fighting…a way to promote them…and then I just kept posting gym stuff and it grew from there.”

“Well, you have a lot of very loyal fans it seems,” I smirked, scrolling past some very thirsty comments.

I’ve been down this road before. A pretty boy who has women throwing themselves at him. I nearly wrote men off completely after Lucien, but thanks to Vic and Marcus I realized that he was a very unique breed. I hadn’t known him long at all but I knew Benny was different. He obviously knew he was a good-looking guy, but there was something sweet and endearing about him. And no, this isn’t just me being mesmerized by his eyes…which also was happening.

“Pope used to date a girl who did social media stuff for her job so she set it up for me. I don’t post a ton, but it’s there. I’m mostly on there to help keep an eye on my niece, lord knows her dad is a lost cause when it comes to anything on his phone that’s more than making a call,” he chuckled to himself. “But now I’m excited to see your food stuff on my feed,” he smiled.

“Well thanks…I started the account when I lived in Charlotte…gave me an excuse to get around and explore,” I gave a tight smile as I bit into a slider.

“Maybe we can explore some stuff…together?” his hopeful eyes made me slow down my chewing.

“Um…ok, yeah sure, that’d be fun,” I smiled back, trying to hide how giddy I was. “Although you may regret what you’re signing yourself up for,” I winked.

He looked at me with a lopsided grin and leaned in. “Oh, I don’t think I’m gonna regret it at all, boss lady.”

We snacked on the rest of the food as we bowled another game. I managed to knock down a few more pins this time and Benny, again, bowled a perfect game. As the time expired on our lane, a bittersweet feeling came over me. I had a lot of fun tonight, laughing and getting a chance to forget about things for a while. I honestly didn’t want it to end.

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As he opened the passenger side door for me he stopped, biting his lip and digging his hand into his pocket. “I…uh…d’you wanna go somewhere else? Or if you need to get home that’s ok too, I just figured maybe we can-”

“No, that's fine. I don’t have a curfew.” That comment made him laugh, which was like music to my ears. It was so pure.

“Nice. Uh, wanna go get a drink somewhere? Is there a place you want to check out for your account?”

“Umm yeah, maybe here let me scroll through some stuff I saved.”

“Get in, we can figure it out,” he opened the door for me.

Within a few minutes, we settled on a new bar that was pretty close by. It was a casual place, which I was thankful for considering how both of us were dressed.

Walking in, I noticed Benny scan the room. Now that I thought of it, he did the same thing earlier when we walked into the bowling alley. If I didn't know any better it seemed like he was trying to get a handle on where all the exits were or something.

We found a booth tucked in the back and I was surprised when he followed to sit on the same side of the booth as me. He sat close, our legs touching as we shared a menu.

“So…what're you thinking?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Hmm…I'm not sure, everything looks so good. Kinda thinking of this espresso martini. What about you?”

“Espresso this late?” He chuckled.

“I'm Cuban, Bun. I've been drinking espresso since I was like four. You build up a tolerance,” I winked.

He licked his bottom lip as he looked down and laughed. “Ah makes sense. Is there a drink you think would make for a good picture? I can order that.”

I could have melted right there. In just a couple of hours he'd shown more support for this account than my ex had shown in years.

“Aww that's sweet, but seriously, order whatever you want. Everything here looks awesome.”

He twisted his mouth to the side as he read through the menu again. “Hmm ok, I'm thinking this smoked Old Fashioned then.”

I had to laugh at myself when the drinks arrived. I could hear Marcus in my head making some comment about how they both looked “Insta-worthy.” The Old Fashioned Benny ordered came with a beautiful presentation. I was able to capture the smoke billowing out of the glass container as they unveiled the drink. My creative juices were flowing and I couldn't wait to edit and post some of these photos.

“Hey, can I try and take some photos?” Benny asked with a lopsided grin.

My eyes narrowed wondering what he was up to, but I was intrigued so I handed over my phone. He started off innocently enough taking some photos of the drinks and the bar, but the next thing I knew he flipped the camera around and wrapped his arm around me to snap a few photos of the two of us. I brought my hand to my mouth as I laughed, turning into his neck to hide. Being this close to him made my brain short-circuit a bit.

“There, some for your personal collection,” he said softly. He still kept his arm around me and I swear it felt like he was rubbing his thumb up and down my shoulder.

I turned to look at him and the hustle and bustle of the bar faded away and it was just the two of us sitting on a bench. His eyes looked even more blue up close and the smell of his cologne filled my nostrils. If he kissed me right there I would have been more than ok with it.

The waitress coming back to check on us pulled us both back to the present. It was getting late so Benny asked for the check and paid, even though I was more than willing to. He'd taken care of everything this evening. I wanted to split things but he would tsk and say “no ma'am” and pull out his card instead.

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He walked close to me as we made our way back to his car side-by-side. It felt like his hand brushed against mine a few times, but I thought maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me. The drive home was a bit quieter. I was running through different ways I thought the night may end…trying to not get my hopes up for how I wanted it to end.

“Right, well Mari will be happy to know I got you home safe,” Benny said with a tight smile as he parked the car.

“Yeah, don’t want to get on her bad side. Although I don’t think you could do anything to get on her bad side, she’s pretty taken with you,” I laughed as I undid my seatbelt and grabbed my crossbody.

“Here, ah…let me walk you to the door.” He quickly turned off the car and unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out before I could object. He waited for me to come around the front of the car, again lightly placing his hand on the small of my back as we walked up the walkway to the porch.

“Thanks for tonight, I had a lot of fun,” I smiled as I started looking for my keys.

Benny put a hand in each of his pockets and rocked slightly forwards and backward. “I…ah…I had a lot of fun too…even if I kicked your ass in bowling,” he chuckled.

I feigned offense, “Hey now! I didn’t know I was up against a professional.”

“It’s not my fault I’m good at that stuff,” he said with a sheepish grin.

“What other stuff are you good at?” I asked, not realizing I was biting my lip.

The energy changed and I think Benny must have felt it too with the way he sucked in a breath. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he closed the distance between us. Everything felt like it was simultaneously happening at warped speed but also in slow motion. As he got closer to me, the front door opened. Marcus. Marcus stood there with a garbage bag in his hand.

“Oh…ah…shoot, sorry,” he winced. “I was cleaning up a bit and I um…’scuse me,” he walked in between us giving me an apologetic look.

Benny rubbed the back of his neck, “Right well, I’ll get going. Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

I nodded, trying to catch my breath since my heart felt like it was beating in my throat. “Um, yeah. That’d be n-nice. I’d like that.”

Marcus walked back up, wringing his hands together as he approached us. “Hey, I ah…I don’t want to impose or anything, but um…Vic and I are celebrating our anniversary on Friday…10 years…we were planning on taking the day off together. I have a few things planned. But, we were talking and Benny if you want to help Vandy you guys can take the kids to the zoo or aquarium or something.”

“Marcus, you can’t just ask him to spend the day with two little kids…” I shook my head.

“N-no, it’s ok. Congrats by the way. I…uh…I like kids. The guys say it’s because I’m just a big kid myself,” Benny chuckled to himself.

“You really don’t have to Benny….Marcus,” I gave him a look that said we’re talking about this later.

“I really don’t mind. Besides, you’re going to tell Mariella that she could have spent a whole day with me and you said no,” he waggled his eyebrows at me with a grin.

“She’s the boss around here you know,” Marcus added.

“We can talk about it…don’t feel like you have to make a commitment or anything tonight. I’ll um…I’ll see you later Benny. Thanks again.” I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck for a hug.

He wrapped both arms around me, squeezing me tight. “I had a lot of fun tonight,” he whispered in my ear, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. “Have a good night Marcus.” He said with a small wave as he backed his way off the porch and walked back to his car.

“I can’t believe you,” I hissed at Marcus as we walked through the door.

“Shoot I’m sorry Vandy,” he scratched his head. “I was listening to music as I was cleaning up, I didn’t hear you all pull up. I swear I didn’t do it on purpose.”

I inhaled through my nose, counting to five so I didn’t freak out on him. “It’s fine, Buck.”

“So…how’d it go?” He followed me into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as I poured myself a glass of water.

“Good. Really good. He’s a nice guy and we had a lot of fun.”

He pushed himself off the counter and came over wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “That makes me happy, you deserve it.” He kissed my forehead and I hugged him back.

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As I lay in bed, I started going through my photos from the night, trying to decide which ones I would post. I came across the photos Benny took. I hadn’t looked at them at the time but now I was able to see the way he looked at me in those photos. I didn’t even spend time picking apart how I looked. My eyes were zoned in on him – on the way his eyes crinkled or the big smile across his face. It gave me butterflies.

I had enough photos to split things up over a few posts, so I decided to go with a photo of Benny’s Old Fashioned from tonight. I was pretty pleased with myself at how I was able to capture the smoke. I didn’t know what to put for the caption but landed on “Great drinks. Better company.” and posted it. Within 30 seconds I heard my phone buzz. And then a few seconds later it buzzed again.

I had two Instagram notifications – both from Benny – a like on the post and a comment.

thatbmiller: Better company indeed.

The biggest grin came across my face and I had to cover my mouth to stop from squealing. I liked the comment and then felt another buzz, this time it was a text.

Benny: I had fun tonight.

Vanessa: Me too. Thanks for liking my photo

Benny: Of course.

Benny: So, I was thinking….aquarium?

Vanessa: Yeah, I’d like that.

A/N: That meddling Marcus 😆 for as much as he’s helped these two get together he’s also inadvertently cockblocked them too. Ok, so earlier I mentioned how @trulybetty answered some random questions I threw in her inbox one day… here’s what I asked, what her answer was, and how I used it in the story.

Pick a color: Pink (the bowling ball Vanessa chose)

Pick a number between 18-25; 22 (the lane they got)

Yes or No This was going to be whether or not they sat on the same side at the booth at the bar, so because she said yes, that’s why Benny went ahead and tucked himself into the same side of the booth.

A drink: Espresso martini (the drink Vanessa ordered at the bar)

Phrase: “You catch more bees with honey” (what Benny says after he sweet-talked his way to getting them a lane after Vanessa was initially turned away).

I hope you enjoyed this. I’m excited to share more about Benny and Vanessa in DL and beyond. Some of it may or may not already be written…. 😉

#miller monday #benny miller fanfiction #benny miller x ofc #benny miller #triple frontier fic #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier #garrett hedlund fanfiction

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belethlegwen · 14 days

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The Stranding - Chp 70 - Barrels-- and Buckets-- of Fun

Hello! Life is still wildin' but we're hanging on and pushing through.

Please enjoy the latest chapter of The Stranding, featuring whisky, rum and a bunch of idiots. (Pt. 1)

#g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t writing #g/t author #gtauthor #gt #gentle giantess #The Stranding #Henry/Melanie #Idiot Brigade #Miller Monday

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Miller selling some :Bread

#tos #tos miller #miller monday #town of salem

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backtothefanfiction · 8 months

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@amy172 asked for more Miller so here we go….

COMING MONDAY!

He thought he could save her, but the reaper always gets what’s his in the end.

Let me know if you wanna be tagged. This isn’t a series just a one off story for you to enjoy. There’s gonna be smut, there’s gonna be grief and angst. I can’t wait to share it with you all. 18+ Only!

#the last of us #Joel miller #Joel miller x reader #no use of y/n #pedro pascal characters #Joel miller imagine #coming soon #miller Monday

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hospotalsblog · 7 months

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#Miller and MacIntosh #wentworth miller #miller monday #macintosh #retro tech #usa1997 #hardware #hospitals #hospital #healthcare #disease #medical care #doctors #patient

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ericveec · 5 months

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#mac miller #mac miller monday

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macfrog · 5 months

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wish you were here | one shot

thank you lovely anon for this gorgeous request which felt like a huge mug of hot chocolate and a pair of socks fresh from the dryer to write. i hope you enjoy.

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

summary: you and joel skip jackson’s annual holiday party in favor of some alone time. (not that kind you filthy animals it’s the HOLIDAYS)

warnings: fluff lmao, thirty-year age gap and u can stay mad, set around the holidays but no mention of christmas etc, nothing but love and two hints of sex. that's all. oh and no guitars were harmed in the making of this - joel canonically goes and gets the guitar after the fic ends. dw.

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Jackson is alive with a thrumming heartbeat. Pulsing through the air, bumping gently against the quick-lying snow and filling the otherwise silent night. A steady, rhythmic heartbeat.

A heartbeat which sounds a lot like Blue Monday, but a heartbeat nonetheless.

The holiday party is in full swing down in the Tipsy Bison. Seven o’clock ‘til late! on flyers plastered all over the commune for the last month. Tommy had tried relentlessly to convince Joel this morning on patrol – It’ll be a good night; You oughta come along, show face at least. At the same time, Maria was on your back about it in the stables.

Y’all hardly come to anything fun, she’d argued.

We come to stuff.

When’s the last time you came to anythin’?

We were – we were at Mike’s birthday dinner.

What – five months ago?

We like alone time.

Alone time? You’re never apart from one another.

Alone time – together.

Neither attempt had been successful. Tommy and Maria had exchanged a disheartened glance as the two brothers passed their horses to you on their return. Joel clipped your cheek, took his gloves off and fixed them onto your frozen hands before making off for home, a proud grin on his face. You’d held your own as well as he had: you two had a clear evening ahead.

He had lit and nurtured a fire, had made himself a coffee and heaped half a damn bag of tiny marshmallows into a hot chocolate for you, but when he’d come through to take his place on the couch, you were already stood out front.

It’s bitter out – a soft breeze, but a thick chill on its wings. The sky a washed gray, heavy clouds overhead. He slips outside, setting the mugs down on the table, and slings a blanket over your shoulders. Kisses the curve of your neck, scruff of his beard tickling your skin.

‘s freezing, pretty bird.

Then keep me warm, you whisper, turning into his arms. He steps back, settling into his chair, flicking his fingers for you to fall down into his wide lap.

You curl up against his torso, your head hooked beneath his jaw. Wonder how drunk Tommy is by now. What is it – nine?

His wrist lifts, moonlight gleaming in the reflection of his broken watch face. Just gone ten. I bet he’s on his ass already.

You giggle into his shirt, breathing in the scent of the pine trees, the smoke from stoking the fire inside, the bite of hot coffee. The echo of voices swelling in merry song turns your attention down the street – two figures hooked onto one another, stumbling through the powdered snow. Some slurred rendition of September melting into All Night Long before the smaller of the two tugs their partner off into a darkened house.

Joel laughs to himself, the bristle of his beard catching on your hair as he shakes his head.

You ask him softly, Will you play me something?

His breath soars, a cloud hot and pale white, past your temple and up into the pastel sky. Gets swallowed somewhere overhead by the wash of warmth from the porch light. He turns his mug until the owl faces the street, the bottom gnawing against the wooden armrest of his chair.

I’m serious.

What do you wanna hear?

That one you’re always practicin’. The plucking one.

Another rumble between your shoulder blades. His chest jolts with a solid laugh. The pluckin’ one.

You know the one.

I know the one.

Will you play it, if I go get the guitar?

Baby, his lungs nudge on your back as they fill, it’s late. We’ll wake the neighbors.

Everyone’s at the dance. C’mon.

And he can’t argue with that. The entire street lies dark, vacant. Yours is the only house with soft-glowing eyes, the muted orange of the fire flickering behind closed blinds. Two figures, tangled in a chair on the dim front porch; a hunting jacket around his shoulders, and his body around yours.

You tug on the blanket, wrapping it around your elbows as you stand. Just once. Play me it once.

Joel’s looking up at you, setting his mug down on the table. Play you it as many times as you want, pretty bird. Just – quietly.

There’s a spring in your step that drags another chuckle from Joel’s lips: the kind that drips like honey down your throat and warms the pit of your stomach – a sweet, comforting thing, a sound you swear was made purposefully for you. Divine and deliberate.

Like – all of him. Like the shape of your name in his mouth, the curl of his tongue as the sound surfs over it. Like the curve of his hand and the way yours so neatly molds into it.

The way it did the day he found you, crouched in the gray backroom of some butchers deep in the city, and took you all the way back to Jackson. Let you cling to him on the back of his horse; your weak arms around his waist, anchored by the heavy jacket he’d thrown over your back. Your ear between his shoulder blades. And that was that.

Fifty-six. One brown-turned-silver hair away from thirty years your senior. He still remembers before. Talks about movies, talks about computers. Talks about Sarah, when the sun hits the wall at a certain angle and he reckons he could see her standing right there, the soft shadow of her hair dark against the golden wall. When you make a joke and he laughs a ghostly sort of laugh, like he’s hearing the echo of her voice make the same quip three decades ago. He always says she would’ve loved you; you like to think he’s right.

He found you: a lonely little broken heart, and he pulled you to your feet with a rough palm against your own. Hands calloused only from years spent carving wood and pressing the hard strings of his guitar into the fretboard, and nothing else. No violence and no bloodshed; no survival or threat. Music, and patience, and kindness.

And maybe you found him, too, in the same sort of way: roughened up, awkward and messy stitches holding him together. Maybe the two of you nursed one another back to life; each brush of your hands in the dining hall and each meaningful glance while out on patrol sewing those wounds up a little tighter, a little safer.

He sits forward when you hold the instrument out, sweeping a broad palm down the slope of the body. Pinches the pegs one by one, twisting them while his thumb taps on each string.

Come here, he says, beckoning you forward with a flick of his chin. He taps on the seam of his jeans, widens his legs for you to curl up between them at his feet – the way you always do.

Your elbows hook over his thigh, ear pressed against the inside of his knee. Staring up, blinking slowly, eyes glazed with the cold and with the light and with love.

He plucks gently, slow at first. Letting the strings snap with a twang, vibrating enough that you feel the small rattle in your jaw. Your eyes fall closed, head rocking with the light tap of his heel on the porch. When you peer at him through your lashes, he’s watching the skilled movements of his fingers intently; as if he’s as much a spectator as you are – his body doing all of the thinking and working for him.

So, he sings, and your stomach melts to a puddle, so you think you can tell –

Your eyes close again, the low rumble of his voice crisp in your ears. Like thunder, like the promise of something great and mighty. Something moving, something rolling and changing the landscape of your body, your mind and your soul. The lines between living and dying begin to blur, the seam tearing between this plain and the next.

Did they get you to trade – your lips parting to whisper the words with him – your heroes for ghosts?

His thumbnail dragging down the strings, his strong fingers flitting between chords. Like he was made to sit here, in the dead of night, and carve a space in the world for himself and his voice and for you – lain in the safe scope of his body, protected by his breadth and brawn and lulled by his sweet song.

His breadth and brawn – the parts of him which have kept him standing here. His skeleton, his muscle. But the thing that keeps you warm at night, buried side by side under a threadbare woolen sheet together, the thing that you link your arms around as he leads you home from the nights you dare to visit the Tipsy Bison: are his heart, his flesh, the gray-singed hair which falls in a featherlight wave over his forehead. The hair you sweep from his eyes when he’s on top of you, his hips cradled in yours, that all-encompassing feeling of every part of him filling every part of you.

It all feels that way. The warmth of him, the feeling of being wrapped around him. Hooked around his body, bones intertwined. Absorbing one another, his words breathing life into yours, slowly growing louder and braver with each pluck and strum of music.

We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.

Your makeups entangling, ribcages locking together, flesh meeting flesh and hair twisting until one day, Tommy will come looking for his brother and find the two of you here on your porch, your arms still draped over Joel’s thigh and his fingers still mid-song. Stuck, alone, together.

What have we found? Joel looks down to you as though asking the question – his eyebrows raised – and you reply, a dumb smile across your lips, The same old fears, and then, together –

Wish you were here.

He plays until his fingers must start to hurt, the way he clenches and loosens his fist. Setting the guitar against your chair, hands hooking under your arms to pull you back up to him.

That one your favorite? he asks, the cold tip of his nose circling yours.

You nod. Only when you sing it.

I like the way we sound together.

You smile, shrinking into his chest again, your fingers surfing back and forth on the worn shirt. I like the way we do a lot of things together.

His hands slip beneath the fabric of your shirt, massaging your waist. He dots a trail of light, damp kisses along your forehead, dipping to your temple, the angle of your cheek until your jaw lifts and his lips are against yours, his tongue parting to lick purposefully at yours.

I love you, pretty bird, he whispers, the words falling sweet and fair on your tongue.

You take a moment to let them seep into your skin. ‘s the first time you’ve ever said that, you tell him.

Joel smiles. He knows. But you knew it already, he counters.

You know, too. Mhm.

Alright, he groans, slipping his hands under your thighs and hoisting you up to his height, bedtime.

It’s only ten, you complain, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders as he carries you inside. It’s too early to sleep – Joel.

Didn’t say we were goin’ to sleep, he mumbles, kicking the door shut.

#happy max monday is this becoming a thing? can i claim mondays? boomtown rats move the fuck over #i just wanted to sit between joel miller's legs and look up at him all dumb and in love ok?#joel miller #joel miller fic #the last of us #tlou fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller one shot #jackson!joel #joel miller fluff

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intheorangebedroom · 8 months

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Happy Miller Monday, orange besties 🧡

May I offer you this catfish sandwich, by way of apology?

In French we say “good as good bread” to describe a kind and loyal person, which I find fitting for both Miller brothers 😌

#THEM #happy miller Monday #miller Monday #benny miller #Ben miller #will miller #william ironhead miller #frankie morales #francisco catfish morales #the pilot™️#triple frontier

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rhoorl · 5 months

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Are You Going to Be Quiet?

Pairing: Benny Miller x Female Reader (Latina reader)

Word Count: 3.5k | A03 Link

Benny Miller Masterlist

Summary: Benny goes to the reader's company holiday party and … well, they end up in a bathroom.

Warning: Smut, with some plot? A touch of angst and fluff. Blink and you miss it Papi reference (I don’t know why I’m like this). Established relationship. Unprotected P in V (practice safe sex IRL), Benny Miller comes with his own warning (we get some sex talker Benny). Unbeta’d.

A/N: This is self-indulgent (sorry not sorry). I am writing these two into a fic and she will be an OFC. Although not described with too many physical details, the reader is Latina.

This is the same couple from Are You On Mute Part 1 and Part 2 along with Are You Alone. Playing a little fast and loose with the timeline but it can be read in any order.

“Babe! D’you know where my shirt is? I swear I …” Benny stopped dead in his tracks as he walked into the bathroom, jaw slacked, eyes trailing down your body.

It was time for your office holiday party and you were excited to dress up and have a fun night out, especially after all of the stress from the past several weeks. You weren’t sure if you were even up for this, but Benny was so excited to go. He said it was because he wanted to see you all dressed up, which you believed, but you also suspected the location had something to do with it.

Your company decided to splurge a bit this year on a venue and chose the aquarium downtown. Just last month, you and Benny took your niece and nephew there as a way to give your sister and brother-in-law a break. It melted your heart when Benny surprised you all with a penguin encounter – as if your little niece needed another reason to be obsessed with “Bunny” as she called him.

You decided to go all out with the festive glitz, opting for an emerald green sequin wrap dress. The cut flattered your figure and although you were shy to admit it, you looked pretty hot.

“Holy shit, babe!” he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and peppering kisses up and down your neck making you giggle. “You look fucking amazing, you know that?”

“Thanks, I'm almost done,” you looked at him in the mirror and raised an eyebrow. He was just in a pair of basketball shorts and you were set to leave in 10 minutes. “Why aren't you dressed?”

“I…I can't find my shirt,” he did that thing with his eyebrows that made him look like a sad puppy.

You sighed and playfully rolled your eyes. Benny insisted on you two matching, so earlier this week he bought himself a new green dress shirt. He was so excited about it, opting to model it for you with his gray suit, without a tie and with the top couple of buttons undone. He didn’t get dressed up often but when he did you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.

“I thought Will said he was going to take it when he dropped off his dry cleaning this week?” His shoulders slumped. “You forgot to pick it up didn't you?”

His bottom lip jutted out in a pout before he buried his head in your neck. His “I'm sorry” was muffled against your skin.

“Hey,” you turned around in his arms. “It's ok, you have other stuff you can wear, right?”

“You sure I can't show up like this?” He flexed his arms and waggled his eyebrows as he laughed.

“If you did, I'm not liable for what Renee from HR may do,” you smirked. “You're kinda famous around the office, Bun.”

Your coworkers always teased you about how attractive Benny was. He’s appeared unknowingly in the background of a handful of your Zoom calls and made quite the impression.

A goofy smile came across his face and you swore he blushed a little. “Am I now? Hmm, well I'd hate to disappoint my fans.”

“C'mon let's sort out what you're wearing.”

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Although the venue was beautifully decorated, you couldn't turn off work mode. As you walked up to the registration table you inspected everything, straightening signs and decorations to make sure it all looked perfect.

“Calm down boss lady, it looks amazing. Your team did a great job,” Benny winked as he grabbed your hand, threading his fingers between yours. He brought your joined hands up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of your palm. The simple gesture made you feel warm, relaxed, and like you could take on the world.

“Well, is this the famous Mr. Miller?”

You turned around and saw your coworker Don and his wife. He went all out in an ugly Christmas sweater-themed suit while his wife opted for a more understated, but beautiful, red fit and flare dress.

“Nice to meet you,” Benny turned on the charm and you could see Don's wife get all googly-eyed and giggly as Benny complimented her dress and gave her “those eyes” that always made you weak.

“You kids ready to have fun? Please make sure she has fun, you're off the clock tonight missy,” Don teased, knocking his shoulder against yours. He'd become a bit like a father figure for you at work, always looking out for you.

“I'll make sure she has a great night. You have my word,” Benny wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand skimming close to your ass.

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Once inside, you got the lay of the land, said hello to a few people, and found an open high-top table before Benny was off to fetch you both a drink from the bar.

As he walked away, you happily took the opportunity to check him out, again. Since he had to scramble at the last minute he opted for his black suit. It was too late to iron or steam anything so he wore a plain black crew neck shirt under his suit jacket and still managed to look effortlessly handsome. Despite your brief makeout session in the car when you arrived, you resisted the urge to mess up his hair. As he stood in line he ran his hand through his hair, giving it a touseled look that made you bite your lip subconsciously. You were counting down the minutes until you could get him out of his suit.

“Daaaaamn, Zoom does not do him justice.”

You were pulled out of your impending feral spiral thanks to Renee and Carina, who plopped down their drinks and handbags at your table.

“Aren't you HR?” You teased Renee who playfully waved you off.

“He's the talk of the party so far,” Carina chimed in.

Before you knew it, Benny was back by your side handing you a glass of wine, charming as ever as he made small talk with the ladies. He drew a crowd, the consequence of having an outgoing and extroverted partner. As more coworkers started to crowd around the small table, he just kept turning on his boyish charm. He had a gravitational pull about him, people were drawn to him. It was amazing how he could win just about anyone with his smile and laugh.

In the quieter moments when he was listening to someone else, his hand would drift to the small of your back to pull you close. You'd sneak a glance up to him and his eyes would meet yours. It was in those moments where it felt like the world stopped and it was just the two of you. You felt happy, confident, and like you had no care in the world.

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The live band finally finished setting up and introduced themselves to the crowd. You were itching to pull your phone out to reference the run of show to see how ahead or behind schedule things were. But, you remembered you knew Benny would chastise you for working when you were supposed to be off. After all, this was a chance to give your time autonomy on a project from start to finish. They carefully crafted the flow of the evening's events and your only job was to enjoy yourself.

“Well, it was so nice talking with you all, but if you don't mind I have a pretty lady I'd like to dance with,” he winked and you're pretty sure you saw Carol from accounting swoon as he led you away from the table.

“Well, I think that went well. Am I doing ok so far?” Benny whispered as he walked you towards the dance floor.

You stopped and turned to face him, hands running up and down his arms, “Bun, you are doing amazing. Everyone is jealous of the hot, charming guy I brought with me.”

He threw his head back, chuckling as he rolled his eyes, his neck in full view which sent an electric current down your body.

“Well, I have to keep up with you babe. You're the most beautiful one here.”

He found a spot and pulled you into his arms, his hands resting on your waist. This was a far cry from the man who used to shy away from the dance floor. The band started playing “Merry Christmas Darling” by the Carpenters, but truthfully it could have been any song. You were content to be in Benny's arms, your cheek on his chest as you swayed to the music and forgot about everything for a few minutes.

Closing your eyes, you breathed in his scent of citrus and cedarwood as your mind cycled through a quick montage of images from the past few months.

The first time you saw him, decked out in what you now refer to as the Benny uniform - basketball shorts, a T-shirt, and a backward hat.

The first neighborhood party, where you desperately wanted him to dance with you, but he was too shy so Frankie stepped in so you didn't feel left out.

The first time you went to watch him fight, feeling so scared and nervous that he’d get hurt only for him to come out victorious.

The first time he leaned in and kissed you and the explosion of butterflies you felt.

It all flooded back to you like a montage from a movie. The past several months were a whirlwind and he'd been your constant even if you didn't always see it. You felt a tear roll down your cheek, which you quickly dabbed away, annoyed at yourself that tears were your first reaction to any emotion or situation.

Benny's hands drifted up your back and he pulled away slightly, looking down at you. “Babe, are you crying?” he whispered, a concern sweeping over his face. With the stress of your mom and work, he'd unfortunately grown accustomed to your random bursts of emotions. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing,” you sniffled, trying to compose yourself realizing where you were. “Sorry, these are happy tears I swear. I'm just really…happy right now.”

His face softened, his blue eyes scanning your face. He leaned down and kissed you. “Me too…um…te amo, mi amor.” He kissed you, bringing his hand to cup your cheek. He knew how touched you were when he spoke Spanish, even though he was self-conscious that he couldn’t roll his r’s and sounded like a gringo. It meant so much to you that he tried.

“Te amo tambien, Papi,” you said against his lips, feeling him smile.

You swayed to the rest of the song, pressed up even closer against him. When the song ended, Benny took your hand and led you off the dance floor quickly.

“Where are we going, Bun?” You were trying to keep up but were slowed down by your heels. He made a beeline towards the coral reef exhibit. “D’you remember where the bathrooms are?”

“Uh, yeah, there's one back here,” you pointed him in the direction and he kept your hand in his. With one look over his shoulder and a wink, you suddenly made the connection as to what he was up to.

“Here? Now?” You whispered, amused by his haste.

People were milling about but it wasn't too densely populated, thanks in part to the band and the buffet line opening up. You could see his eyes doing a quick scan, a little bit of his elite military training kicking in, which made you tingle in all the right places.

He caught your gaze and with a smirk said, “Are you going to be quiet?”

A little dumbfounded, you quickly nodded which made the corners of his mouth curl up.

“Good.”

He did another scan and once he thought the coast was sufficiently clear, he ducked into the bathroom, pulling you in behind and quickly latching the lock. When he turned around, the devilish look he gave made you gulp and shudder at the same time. You also could feel the wetness starting to pool. He quickly closed the distance between you as your lips crashed together. Your hands instinctively went for his hair, tugging on it as he led you backward. His hand caught the counter before your body did.

“Up,” he managed to huff out, not wanting to tear himself from your kiss.

You hopped up on the counter, opening your legs so he could stand in between them. You pulled on his jacket to get him closer, already feeling him half-hard as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He trailed kisses down your jaw and reached that spot just behind your ear that sent a jolt straight to your core. He chuckled, feeling how your body tensed up whenever he found it. One hand cradled the back of your neck as the other skimmed up your calf and started to work its way under the hem of your dress.

Your shaky breath hitched and you felt him smile into your kiss as his hand traveled further up. He paused when he reached where he thought your underwear should be, but found just your skin.

“Holy shit,” he said against your lips. He pulled back to look at you.“You've been like this the whole time?”

You nodded, “yeah since I got dressed,” you managed to squeak out, your mouth going dry with the admission.

His eyes rolled in the back of his head and a primal growl emanated from the depths of his throat. He ripped off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the counter. The T-shirt he had on underneath hugged his biceps and chest for dear life. You needed this shirt off now, so you pulled at it to untuck it from his pants and helped him work it up his body.

He pulled back for a moment to get the shirt up and over his head and then grabbed your face with both of his hands, his tongue swirling against yours. There was a primal need behind the way he was kissing you. You moaned into his mouth, your hands reaching up to thread through his hair again, tugging on it slightly so you could have a turn exploring his neck. You nipped and sucked on the couple of spots you committed to memory early on in your relationship thanks to the noises you were able to pull from him.

His hands moved down and in one smooth movement, he undid the knot of your wrap dress. He stopped for a moment to drink in the sight of you, dress pulled open leaving you in just your bra. You leaned back, resting your head on the mirror and spreading your legs wider on the counter. He let out a shaky exhale, eyes scanning every inch of you. Normally this kind of scrutiny would have made you immensely uncomfortable, but with Benny, you could see the love and reverence in his gaze.

A fit of laughter outside suddenly reminded you both of where you were. No strangers to sneaking off together, you knew you had limited time before there would be some interruption. Refocusing your gaze on each other, you leaned forward and undid his belt buckle and he helped you shuffle his pants and boxers down his leg, his cock springing free and ready for you.

“Ready?” He smirked.

“What do you think?

His fingertips lightly danced along your thigh and you squirmed as his fingers found your folds, no doubt taking in how wet you were.

“Hell yeah,” he mustered out.

One of your hands trailed down his neck following the path of his chain down to where it rested in the patch of hair on his chest. With your other hand, you guided his cock toward you, notching it at your entrance.

You both let out shaky breaths as he sunk further inside making your head fall back onto the mirror. He braced himself with one hand extended as the other gripped the back of your thigh. He started to pump in and out as you moved one hand to the back of his neck for leverage.

“How’s that, baby?” His voice low and husky through gritted teeth as his hips continued their slow and methodical thrusts. He hit that deep spot you never really knew existed before him.

“F-fuck, B…Ben…I…”

His lips were at your throat again and you knew he had a smug smile on his face as you continued your whimpers and moans.

The hand at your thigh came to your shoulder as he started to pull at the sleeves of your dress. “Get this off.”

You quickly freed your arms from the long sleeves of your dress and returned one hand to the back of his neck while the other threaded through his hair. In a quick move, he undid the clasp of your bra, letting it fall down your front before you pulled it off. He closed his eyes as he cupped one of your breasts in his hand.

You braced yourself with both hands on the counter as his lips moved down your neck to your collarbone to your chest, which heaved in anticipation. You looked down as his eyes met yours through his lashes. A smirk danced across his face as you watched his tongue swirl around your nipple before his mouth fully latched on.

“I need you to stay quiet for me baby,” his voice strained, you knew he was trying to keep it together.

You tried to stifle your moans with the back of your hand as he continued to tease with his mouth. He picked up the speed of his thrusts as your breath got more ragged. With a loud pop, he let go of your breast and returned to kissing your neck.

“You feel so good baby, goddamn you're so wet for me,” you felt his warm breath against your ear which sent goosebumps down your arms. “How long have y’been wet pretty girl?”

“It’s ah…fuck… a while.”

“Yeah? Been wet all night for me then huh? Knowing you didn't have…fuck…anything on underneath your dress…y’knew how'd that make you feel?”

His rhythm was starting to go so you knew he was close and with the way he was talking to you, so were you.

“Uh…wa- was it a good surprise?”

He didn't so much hum in appreciation as growl when he kissed you. “Best…surprise,” he managed between kisses. “Even wrapped it,” he laughed. “Were you hoping for something like this to happen?”

“I…ah…didn't want to…get my hopes up,” you smiled into his kiss.

“You close, baby?”

He had to have felt how your walls were starting to clench. You brought him close, your hands clutching onto his shoulder blades so tight you know your fingernails are going to leave a mark. You felt the sweat from his forehead as he pressed his face against your neck. His latest thrust hit a spot that made you gasp, your eyes shooting open before they rolled back.

“Keep doing that,” you managed to get out between whimpers.

“So…good for me, fuckin…perfect for me,” he practically hissed.

You felt like you were inching towards the top of a peak, well, really more like careening towards it. Benny's whimpers and the tightening of his grip on your hips finally sent you over the edge and you buried your face into his neck to muffle your sounds.

Benny wasn't too far behind you, kissing you so you could swallow his moans as you felt him come. A few more sputtering thrusts and you both stayed still for a moment, panting and basking in the release.

Some more laughter from outside shook you both out of your post-coital bliss. Benny groaned as he pulled out, moving to quickly grab some paper towels and wet them slightly before cleaning you up.

“Fuuuuck, Benny,” you giggled as you put your bra back on and threaded your arms through the sleeves of your dress.

“You stayed pretty quiet for me,” he winked as he cleaned himself off and pulled up his pants.

You rolled your eyes and hopped off the counter, retying your dress. “Turn around.”

“What?” He looked at you confused as he grabbed his shirt from the counter.

“I have to pee, turn around.”

“Babe, I've eaten your ass, I can watch you pee,” he laughed before finally complying after seeing your impatience.

“You are a fucking menace, Benny.” You said as you flushed the toilet.

He threw his jacket back on and cradled your face between his hands, “maybe so, but you love it.”

“I do, Bun, I love you,” your eyes softened.

“C'mon, I gotta get a couple of more dances in before the night is over.”

#miller monday #benny miller fanfiction #benny miller x reader #benny miller vibes #benny miller

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