I was wondering if you could do a fix where miles sees the reader in thigh high socks and shorts and he's like god damn they cute
You looked at the reflection in the mirror. You had decided to try something new with your outfits and decided to wear a pair of thigh-high socks with shorts instead of just your regular go-to of just shorts. You were unsure of how to feel, it felt so unnatural and maybe those boots were a bit too much of an over-kill...
“Holy shit they look so cute!”
“Gah!” You turn around to see Miles, now slightly hesitant from your response.
“Sorry... I just didn’t expect you to come up behind me and say that.”
“What? That those socks are cute? Because I ain’t bullshitting they’re uber cute and if I could pull them off, I so would!” He approaches you and hugs your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.
“What’s that saying? That the girl wears the pants in the relationship?” You muse with a smile, sticking out your tongue.
“Well in this case, socks,” Miles points out.
For the rest of the day Miles kept complementing you... maybe now the mystery of what to get him for his birthday is now solved...
hey!!! i collapsed today bc of the worlds worst migraine (tm). could i maybe have something where fem!reader collapses around miles? i just want some miles love tbh
I would just like to add before anything - Miles’s accent is adorable and I can’t stop replaying it in my head. All I’m saying. Now you may proceed. Also I hope you’re okay anon! <3
“Y/N, are you okay?!” Miles asked cautiously as you begin to loose your footing on the perfectly flat ground. You nod hastily just as your legs collapse from beneath you and your limp body falls to the ground, your vision being succumbed by the impeding darkness.
You didn’t remember much, only that people were panicking around you and your head was pounding and you felt kind of nauseous .
Your eyes flicker open, only to be met by the bright whiteness of the bare room you were in. It took a while for your eyes to adjust to the bright lights to assess where you were. The smell of bleach was probably a dead giveaway and made you queasy.
“Hey, you’re awake.” Miles squeezes your hand gently, caressing your hand with his thumb. The small gesture made you relax a little; as long as Miles as by your side you’d be okay.
You open your mouth to say something but you felt nothing but a slight squeak come out. Miles laughs quietly and passes you a plastic cup filled with a clear liquid, “This should make you feel better,” He holds it up to your lips and tilts it so that the water goes into your mouth.
“I collapsed. I’m still able to move,” You comment.
“The first thing you say in 24 hours is that?! No “I love you Miles, thank you for saving my life”?”
“Thanks,” You shrug with a smile.
“You did give me quite the scare though. Please tell me if you feel like that ever again okay? I don’t want to loose you,”
hey! Could I please have 6 + 12 with Miles? Love you!
I’m guessing this is for the hurt/comfort prompts... love you too!! And sorry this got dark.. but there’s some happiness at the end! <3
W: Death Mention
You were at work like any other day, everything seemed like normal and everything was running fine. Though you and Miles decided to leave early that day because you were both exhausted from the workload. You were at the intersection about to turn right when suddenly there was a loud crunch and then white noise.
You jolt up, covered in a pool of sweat screaming and tears trickling down your flushed cheeks. Your breathing had adapted a quicker pace and your heart was pounding so quickly as your sobbed your heart out. “Babe? Y/N? Are you okay? I heard you scream. Nightmares again?”
All you could do was nod as Miles squeezed you against his chest. You were shaking as you curled closer into him so you could hear his heartbeat and feel his warmth; he was real. He was alive.
You began to cry again. You were having nightmares so much lately that this just became a regular thing.
“No, don’t cry, I hate it when you cry babe,”He wipes away your tears and presses kisses all over your face, making you smile a little. “There’s my Y/N. I’m sorry all this is happening. Do you want to watch some TV or something? You can choose what we watch,”
“I’d like that,” Your voice comes out croaky and rough. Miles reaches for the remote and prepares the TV as you reach for your phone and access google. You cover your keyboard just in case and type your question:
Is it normal to have nightmares when you’re pregnant?
so I was rewatching always open 6 and miles was so hot.... can I have a miles smut with some jealousy and overstimulation because we know he's into that? if this prompt is too intense for your first smut (in a while) you can change it any way you'd like
oh boy I understand your pain... I’m meeting him this weekend and I dont know how I’m going to act normal after reading so much sin... also I apologise if this isn’t the best! <3
“Bye Y/N,” Your best friend pulls you in with a tight grasp. You smile, pulling back and placing a kiss on their cheek, returning the embrace. “See you soon?”
“Of course!” You nod. You watch your best friend become nothing but a blur as a disgruntled cough behind you catches your attention. You turn to find Miles with his hands folded over his chest and his eyes piercing you with daggers.
“Y/N, what the fuck?” He growls, he grabs you by your waist and pulls you inside. “You’re mine and only mine,” He whispers in your ear gently, knowing very well that was one way to get you started. Miles runs his hands over your curves, proceeding lower and lower to your thighs. He grasps your thigh firmly. “And I’m going to make sure you know, you’re mine.”
Miles picks you, breaking his facade temporarily, carrying you to the bedroom.He throws you on the bed and begins to crawl towards you until your looking into his iridescent eyes. “Now, you are not to say a word okay? This is going to be your punishment,” You nod slowly, gnawing your lip.
You felt him tilt your chin with one hand as he places soft kisses trailing down from your ear. At your collarbones, he’d bite here and there to get a moan out of you. A smile grows on Miles’s face at your response, clearly pleased. His other hand, meanwhile, was trailing down your pants and tugging at your underwear.
“Damn, I forget how easily you get wet.” He chuckles, moving himself down to your bottom half where he quickly removes your pants leaving you with just his underwear and a smirk plastered on his otherwise serious face.
“You want to touch yourself, don’t you?”
You nod, fuck he knew how to get you. Your hands instinctively travel down, Miles slaps them away.
“No, you’re not allowed to. It’s my job,” His hand had a firm grip on your wrist, leaving red groves. You nod again.
“Now, how do we do this? Do we go all the way or -” He pauses for a moment “Nah, you know what? You’re already wet enough, even before I got to you. I know exactly what I’m going to do to my precious Y/N,”
Miles massages your thighs softly, even just his touch in the right spot set you off and he got off on how easy it was to turn you on. Fool proof.
His hands creep upwards, lacing through the thin layer you had between your thighs. One finger went in, and another shortly followed. As he started to get a rhythm going, little whimpers escaped. But this didn’t phase him, instead he stops, letting you suffer as another hand gently grasps your chin, pulling you to face him.
“What did I say about being quiet Y/N?” He went to go kiss you, but instead went right for your sweet spot. You moan again, this time your hands went to his pants and a smirk pierced your lips. You struggled with the belt a little, but eventually the bastard comes off, so does his pants, leaving him in only his boxers.
“Now. you’re going to stay quiet okay?” You nod, your eyes starring into his. This time he started to kiss you, tenderly as first then inserting his tongue as he pressed his crotch against you. You broke away for a brief moment, his hands gripped your wrists on top of you so you couldn’t move them. He removes on hand to remove his boxers, and his teeth to remove your underwear.
Slowly, he got himself into you and began a slow rhythm, enjoying watching you whimper and your back arch as his thrusts became more and more faster than the last. “Now, you don’t cum before I do, got that?” his hand cups your hair, as he continues to pound into you. Through pants and groans he kisses you and his hands move down again, until he’s at your hips.
You felt your stomach grow tight, constricting you. You wanted to scream, but all you could get away with was a whimper. A simple whimper. You felt him grow harder and sloppier before he exhales with relief and you finally let go yourself. A sigh of relief came from you, Miles crawls upwards and caresses your cheek.
“Who do you belong to, baby girl?”
“You,” You place a kiss on him lips, “You and only you bub.”
Home just didn’t feel like home anymore, it was felt empty and bland as if all the warmth and happiest just got sucked out when he left. It was a traumatic fight that neither of you saw coming and you swear he forever has left a wound in your heart; a scar that would never fade.
You two were always so happy, always laughing and smiling - everyone said you both were the “dream couple” but now that just seems like bullshit. Complete utter bullshit. It’s been a few months, everyone supported you and tried to distract you from thinking about him but you couldn’t. You couldn’t just get over him and pretend that he never happened. He was such a major driving force in your life, he even convinced you to go and do your dream degree even though it would leave you swimming in debt for most of your life. He said he would support you through everything; he lied.
The rain was pouring heavy now, trailing down your window. It was a nice view most of the time but the weather just plastered everything with a heavy phase. There was no way you were going to go anywhere today. This was the kind of weather that you and Miles would snuggle in and watch movies since you were both scared of storms.
I wonder how he’s doing, You couldn’t help but think about him. He was all you could think about since the breakup, and your heart still hurt like hell reminiscing on the memories.
A hasty knock on your door pulled you out of yourreverie. “Fuck,” You mumble, dragging yourself along the floorboards. You didn’t want to open the door, but it’d be rude not to. Maybe the person was a friend who was in the area or something.
You open the door and a dripping Miles stood at your door, looking as apologetic as ever. “Y/N I-” You shut the door on him, and slide down to the ground, the tears streaming down your cheeks as fast as ever. You were beginning to shake, and you found yourself unable to mutter a “goodbye”.
“Y/N,” Miles’s voice sounded softer than before, “I know this is a really, really bad time but I want to talk to you.”
“A-about what?” You stammer, you found your heart beating quickly.
“Home doesn’t feel like home anymore. It’s empty and boring; I’m sad and lonely and fuck I miss you Y/N. Basically what I’m saying is you were always my home,”
There was a short pause as you listen to the rain hitting your roof.
“Fuck you Luna,” You squeal, wriggling against the touch of his fingers on your skin, hitting you right where you were ticklish. Two adults having a tickle-war, normal right?
“Stop resisting then,” He laughs, continuing to get you right where you were sensitive. “Make me,” You stick your tongue out, Miles stops and looks at you “I can, and I know you’d like it.” He smirks mockingly.
“Why do I tell you anything?” You sigh.
“Because you love me,” He boasts proudly.
“Do I though?” You question, “Do I really?”
“Dunno, do you?” He retorts.
You shrug your shoulders sheepishly, leaning back into his chest. “It’s too bad that you can’t live here, with me.” Miles sulks, cuddling you close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him.
“I could, but what about the girls you bring home?”
“I’m not interested in any girls at the moment and it’s kind of lonely.”
“Oh,”
“What’s wrong Y/N?” He questions concerned.
“Oh, nothing,” You trail off, pulling your knees into your chest and snuggling closer into him. Nothing could make you feel as safe as this, this moment with one of your favourite people in the entire world. Of course there were your best friends and your beloved pets, but Miles made you feel like you were at home and was nothing but inviting to you.
“You don’t seem so sure. Do you hate me?”
“What?! No, I could never hate you Miles! It’s just..” How could he think that for a second you hated him? Yes you two had your moments but always seemed to make it up to each other sooner rather than later but you never, ever hated him.
“Just what Y/N?”
“Don’t worry about it,” You shake your head with a yawn,your eyes slowly blinking shut. You couldn’t resist it anymore and it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve fallen asleep on Miles.
“I won’t then, but just so you know; you’re special to me Y/N and I don’t want to loose you,”
A smile grew on your lips as you felt Miles shift slightly so he could kiss your forehead.
“Y/N come on, you must like someone,” Miles coos, begging you to tell him. You have been telling him for the past week that you don’t like anyone, but you knew that was bullshit and even he didn’t eat your lies like everyone else did. Sure you liked Miles, but you knew you would never have a chance with him so why bother? Keep him guessing and maybe he’ll get it right, then you would have no choice to admit it and he’d be only hurting himself, maybe.
“Fine, I like someone. But it’s not really a simple crush, it’s more like I love this person dearly and they don’t love me back.” You gnaw at your lip anxiously looking up into Miles’s curious eyes. You had just set him off on a wild-goose chase ultimately and yet he still had no idea. Probably for the better, he probably has a girlfriend right now that he doesn’t talk about and that thought broke you.
“Aww, Y/N I’m sure this person loves you back. Who wouldn’t? You’re smart,pretty and you are good at puns and making people laugh as much as I hate to admit it.”
Then why don’t you?
“Oh, do you know of someone then?” You smirk.
He shrugs his shoulders, “Guess we’ll have to go asking around shan't we?”
“Idiot, I love you. It’s you.” You murmur under your breath.
“Hmm, did you say something Y/N?”
“Uhh, nope!” You quickly cover up your tracks,hoping that he didn’t notice the urgency in your voice. Fuck.
“Liar, you said something. Come on, tell me. Is it something about the person you love?”
“Maybe, but what is it you?” You cross your arms, emphasising on ‘you’ hoping that all these little hints would maybe give him some idea.
“I just want you to be happy that’s all. Look, I won’t tell if you don’t tell alright. Is that a deal?” He negotiates desperately.
“Fine, deal. You go first,” You plead.
“Nope, you first. What you have to say must be interesting if you won’t say it aloud,”
“Fuck,” You run your fingers through your hair nervously, looking at anywhere but Miles. You could already feel the tears beginning to form and your anxiety slowly rising; the voice in your head telling you that you’d just ruin everything you had between you and you had no hope. He never liked you anyway.
“I said I love you,”
“Well shit, is that all?” Miles laughs.
“You’re not mad?”
“Why would I be? I love you too Y/N and I’ve been waiting for you to say that for a long as time,”
Can I have promt 44 (c'mon, one beer won't hurt) with miles please 😊
“Miles, c’mon you need to stop. I think you’ve had enough for tonight,” You try and pry the newly opened bottle of beer in his hand away from him. Miles covers it with both his hands, holding it against his chest like his child. “C’mon, one beer won’t hurt Y/N,” He protests, sounding almost like a squeal. You shake your head, if it weren’t for you he’d be long gone by now and besides, who else would be responsible enough to be the designated driver. You had taken, or well forcefully, took Miles’s keys away from him so he couldn’t even attempt an escape in his drunken mindset.
“Fine,” You sigh, paying close attention to him as you drink your non-alcoholic drink of lemon, lime and bitters. Well what you considered to be not your standard alcoholic drink anyhow.
Miles seemed to let loose a lot when he was drinking. Not that it was a bad thing - he was just more playful, cuddly and slurred a lot of things he wouldn’t normally say sober. It was the end of a god-awful long week so you could understand his desire to get smashed, but why with you? You didn’t even have much warning, he texted you just as he approached your apartment complex to ‘get outside before I drag your ass out’.
Every time you’ve gone out with Miles, everyone always made the same assumption that you two were dating by how close you’d both get to each other. One time you got so completely hammered that you ended up nuzzling Miles a lot and flirting - he bounced it off like it was nothing and would just end up nodding and saying “Yes Y/N” to anything you’d spur.
"Okay Miles, let’s go home okay?” You shake his keys in front of him with a soft smile. You help carry him out to his car, and he managed to put his seat-belt on.
“Y/N,” Miles murmurs softly as the car purred to life and your favourite song started playing through the radio.
“Mmm?”
“Do you know how purdy you are?”
“Miles, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying and for the record, I’m hot”
“Damn right you are,” He giggles pulling out his phone. You had no doubt he’d be tweeting on his drunk twitter account and that would be sure to surface some questions people having been craving to get answered.
You ended up taking Miles back to his apartment and staying with him, because who else would make sure his hungover ass would get out of bed and take care of him. You place him on the lounge and go fetch him a few bottles of water.
“Y/N,” He whines as you place the bottles in front of him.
“What is it Miles?” You seemed to be a lot softer with him when he was drunk, maybe because he reminded you of a helpless child.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
You crouch down in front of him, “Yes, of course.”
He lent down to your level and tapped your nose, laughing. You couldn’t help but smile at how childish he was being. He raised his hands and cupped your cheeks, again another not usual thing for him to do. You were bracing yourself for another boop on the nose, or a kiss on the forehead. Miles began caressing your cheeks gently before gently kissing you on the lips.
“I love you, please stay the night,” He begs, you raise your hand and touch his cheek, hoping he didn’t notice that your heart was beating so god damn quick - a feeling you hadn’t felt in awhile.
“Of course, but I’ll take the lounge and you take your bed okay?” You propose.
“Nooooo, either we both sleep on the couch or the bed. I want to know you’ll be near me when I wake up,” Even intoxicated he seemed to tease your European habits.
“Okay fine,” You sigh, grabbing his hand and leading him to his room. He practically jumped into bed and made it obvious he wanted you to sleep on the other-side. You take off your shoes and lay beside him, Miles pulled you closer towards him in a warm embrace. You weren’t even going to fight it - your stomach was twisting and turning while your heart was slowly regulating again.
Miles began to nuzzle the crook of your neck; you could feel his stubble against your skin and it felt nice. “You know I really, really love you right?” He pulls you closer, you run your hands through his hair, entirely transfixed in the entire situation.
“I really, really love you too,” You squeeze him back and rest your head atop of his and close your eyes. You could get used to this, you really could.
