Phil: All of those decisions and things that happened in my life led to who I am today, and I quite like who I am today. And it scares me that if I made one change, I'd be a completely different person now.
Pairing: Ben Mears (Salem's Lot movie) x Miles Miller (Bad Times at the El Royale)
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: Miles comes home from mass, and he just knows that his husband is going to go nuts for his Easter outfit. Unfortunately, Ben just won't seem to look up at him. So Miles takes things into his own hands.
Tags/Warnings: None, really. This is pure fluff with just hints at future/past smut.
A/N: Didn't mean for this to happen, but it is entirely @hi-res-tm's fault for writing a line about Miles with a bunny tail. (To be honest, this is probably my worst writing I've done in a long time, but the idea is cute and it's Easter, so I'm putting it out there.)
The Wardrobe Masterlist
Miles wasn't going to act like he didn't know what he was doing. He knew what he was getting himself into going home dressed like this.
To anyone else, it would be nothing special. He looked like the man he was; a Sunday school teacher who got into the spirit of Easter. But to Ben Mears? It was about to be open season.
He expected it as soon as he walked through the door, but Ben was busy thumbing through one of the birdwatching magazines Mark had gotten him as a joke while half-watching a VHS of an old Mets game. Miles wasn't exactly surprised to glance at the score and see that they were down quite a bit.
"Welcome home, sweetheart," Ben called as Miles walked through the door. "How was church?"
"Good!" Miles answered as he toed off his shoes into the rack Ben and Mark had built just for that purpose by the front door. "Easter Mass is always enjoyable. Good to see everyone."
"Who won the egg hunt?" Ben asked, still not looking up. Miles was simultaneously grateful that he had time to fish out his wallet and keys and put them away before his pants got ripped off…and also slightly offended that Ben hadn't even taken a look at him.
"Molly did! Gladys and I had to keep Theresa from trashtalking the other kids during the hunt, though."
Ben snorted. "Yeah, I bet you guys did. That's why she's banned from Molly's Little League games. I believe the official call was 'poor sportsmanship.'"
"Mmm hmm." Miles came up behind Ben on the couch, resting his hands on the other man's shoulders. Frustratingly, he didn't even look up then. Just reached up and ran his hand down Miles' forearm, a gesture of warmth and welcome that normally Miles would've loved. But his pulse was already thumping in anticipation, and Miles was growing restless.
So he dug his fingers in, starting to rub the knots that always formed in the writer's upper back. Ben let out a sinful groan, the tension in his shoulders immediately loosening.
"Fuck, baby. That feels incredible." It was only then that Ben stopped reading his magazine, letting it fall slack on the couch. His head slumped forward slightly, giving Miles more space.
"I need to do this more often," Miles hummed, his thumb circling a particularly bad spot where even his untrained hands could feel a little hard lump where only smooth muscle should be. Pressing down hard on it, Miles rubbed at the knot until it loosened and Ben let out a grunt of both pain and relief.
Rolling his shoulders to adjust to the sensation, Ben still didn't look back, even as he thanked Miles for his help.
It normally wasn't this difficult to get Ben to notice him. Usually, Miles couldn't even get a haircut or a new pair of pants without Ben using it as an excuse to pin him to a wall, boxing him in with his arms, and kissing him breathless. Honestly, it was like he had a sixth sense for it. Like there was a disturbance in the Force whenever Miles dared change his appearance even in the slightest. Apparently Easter was just a day for miracles: Jesus rose from the dead…and Ben Mears was oblivious to what his husband was wearing.
With a sigh, Miles gave in and dangled something in front of Ben that there was zero chance he could overlook.
"Can I have a kiss?" Miles asked coyly, batting his eyelashes even though Ben wasn't looking at him. "As payment for my services?"
The smirk that slid onto Ben's face was a familiar one. It was that kind of smug confidence that Ben usually only showed in the bedroom…or on the rare occasion the Mets won a game. Miles loved it on him. Normally, he was fairly self-effacing. Ben argued that was a good thing for a writer, especially one whose work (and reputation) was constantly besmirched by others. But Miles loved it when Ben got cocky.
"Sure thing, sweetheart," he practically purred, finally turning on the couch to look at his beloved.
It was Miles' turn to grin as Ben blinked rapidly at the sight. It was like his brain was trying to process what he saw.
"What?" he teased. "Do I have something on my face?"
Realistically, Miles knew he wasn't exactly 'dressed up'. In most relationships, even the horniest of spouses would see their significant other with some bunny ears, drawn on whiskers, and a little white, fluffy bow tie held with elastic around their neck and just think it was silly or even cute. Maybe even tease them a bit. But to Ben Mears? It was a siren call.
"I got to be the Easter bunny for the egg hunt," Miles explained, as if it really needed to be said. But his nerves had gotten the better of him, especially with the way Ben's eyes drank in his every feature like he was committing the image of Miles to eternal memory. He wiggled his pink, painted nose at Ben as the other man licked his lips.
"They…they didn't make you put on the full costume?" Ben asked hoarsely.
"Nope," Miles said, popping the 'p' with his lips. "The kids didn't like it." His grin only grew as Ben seemed to struggle for words, opening his mouth then closing it multiple times.
"What?" Miles taunted. "Is it scaring you, too?"
"Is there…is there a tail?" Ben was fully turned on the couch to face him, his eyes looking past Miles' hips as if he was hoping to be able to see a little ball of cotton firmly stuck to Miles' butt from there.
"Guess you'll never know," Miles said, adopting a tone of mock seriousness to his voice as he took a step away from the couch. Ben immediately reached out for Miles as if willing him to come back, to let Ben enfold him in his arms. As tempting an idea as that was, it was even more fun to tease. "I should get going."
"Going?"
Miles bit his lip to keep from laughing at the plain desperation in Ben's tone. As if he'd even be able to get out the door dressed like this. Mentally, Miles thanked his past self for insisting that their son go for tea with their neighbors after mass. Mark didn't need to see what was about to happen.
"Yeah," Miles said, keeping his tone casual, stepping even further away. "I don't want to be late."
"Late? Late for what?"
"A very important date."
At the word 'date,' the panic left Ben's eyes, as did the desperation. A different expression shifted across his face, one that sent a thrill through Miles' body. He was already stiffening in his pants, but the predatory look Ben was sending him sent a wave of arousal through him, one that nearly took his breath away.
"A date?" Ben practically growled. He shifted his legs underneath him as if preparing to spring into motion, ready to hunt his prey.
"Yeah, a date. You know - 'No time to say 'Hello,' goodbye. I'm late, I'm late, I'm late."
Normally, Ben would laugh at such a silly reference or at least make a joke of his own. But this Ben just narrowed his eyes. Breathing seemed to become harder as his pulse picked up, and Miles Miller found himself nearly starting to pant. There was no backing down now.
Miles ran.
And Ben? Ben chased.
It was rabbit season after all.
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my eBay’s have come!! Having my early Christmas Joy moment frfr raaaahhh 🤩🤩🤩!!
In order (from left to right) :
“The Wardrobe” by Sam Holcroft
“Period Parrrty” by Gayathiri Kamalakanthan
“Dear Young Monster” by Peter Machale
I deffo can’t wait to read each play text/script, especially since all 3 deal with queer themes and feature queer characters (both “Period Parrrty” and “Dear Young Monster” feature a non-binary and trans character respectively as the main character in each respective play, whilst “The Wardrobe” (which is basically an anthology of sorts where different scenes take place in different historical periods and feature different characters throughout, and in the play it has one recurring object throughout all the time periods, which is the titular wardrobe) features a queer character in the last ever scene, which takes place in modern day)
(also my drama club is doing a production of the play “The Wardrobe”, but only a 9-scene version due to time reasons and stuff, and the original play text is 12 scenes, so it will be interesting to read it in the original 12-scene form)
As I really want to further my reading interests, I thought getting some play texts would be cool and stuff. Also stage plays are pretty cool too and reading them in play text form will be very interesting fr!!
No Place Like Home is a Fifth Doctor Audio story and while he’s showing off the TARDIS they keep accidentally ending up in the Wardrobe and some highlights include
The white dress of Victorias that Sarah Jane wore later, prompting a conversation about the number of companions he’s had
Second Doctor’s fur coat which he explains is polyester and jokes that polyester are vicious animals that could never be captured alive
Leela’s pelt outfits
The Doctor being relieved they didn’t find the frilled shirts and dinner jackets of the Third Doctor, which they uncover just after
The Fourth Doctor’s scarf and the Doctor saying it was useful but he tripped over it a lot
The moment a kilt is noticed and the Doctor quickly says the kilts were Jamie’s
Also…did you really let a fucking MOUSE take over the TARDIS?!?!?! Even you and your companions couldn’t stop laughing and had to apologize repeatedly to the mouse for not taking it serious as it’s a MOUSE!!
Look at this crew. Hitting the primary school colour wheel out of the park. Lou repping Gunnie’s upbringing with a sweater vest. Siobhan the incarnate Venn diagram of someone fascinated by pop culture who has never seen a movie. Zac blending in, not making waves. Ally the academic. Emily pared back and practical while also exploring interests with expressive patterns. Murph in the action-hero staple white shirt. This is character work.
