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hederasgarden · 1 year

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You Can Check Out Any Time You Like | Drabble 4

Summary: Even after a hunt, Miles still needs you.

Pairing: Vampire!Miles Miller x F!Reader

W/C: 780

Rating: Explicit 18+ only. Biting, blood and the general creepiness that comes with vampires plus PIV sex and angst.

A/N: The photo from Salem's Lot has resurfaced and once again I am back on my vampire!Miles BS. He means well and doesn’t want to hurt you but he can’t quite keep his urges in check when you smell so sweet… Thanks to @wildbornsiren for the beta work.

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Miles knows he should resist you, especially since he just fed but it’s hard when he finds you reading in the rundown library, that oversized sweater you favor slipping down the curve of your shoulder. Even from across the room he can see the steady thrum of your carotid artery beneath your skin and smell your sweet scent. His desire for you only grows when you look up and smile brightly at him. You carefully mark your place in the book before coming to greet him.

“Miles, you’re back!” You exclaim, light and effortless.

You’re not weighted down by all the darkness he brings, by the world he’s brought you into. You're good and pure, the only sunlight he’ll ever see.

Something must shift in his expression because your brows raise and lashes flutter before you tilt your head to the side. It’s an invitation, one he’ll never be able to resist even though he knows he should. You make a soft sound when his teeth rip into your neck and your hands grasp at his shoulders to hold yourself steady while he feeds. Your body is so warm and pliant, welcoming him in. One of his hands tangles with the hem of your skirt and he yanks it up. Without a word your thighs part and his fingers skate over the warmest, most secret part of you.

“Please,” you moan, already in the throes of his venom's effect on you.

Miles groans and fumbles with his pants, eager to steal more of your heat and sweeten the blood he drinks by bringing you to orgasm. You don’t resist him, you never do. Just sigh and gasp when he splits you open. Nails dig into the nape of his neck and you arch your back, chest pressing into his. Miles hitches one leg up and then the other using his unnatural strength to hold you until you’re impaled on him, pinned between his rapidly warming body and the wall. You’re no longer quiet, nor is he, as he eats messily from your throat. His hips swell and retreat, building up to mutual pleasure.

The coppery edges of your blood smoothes into something sweeter, subtler as your orgasm approaches. Miles can feel his own building, the hazy red desire for your blood receding so the more basic physical pleasure can come to the forefront. He pulls back to watch your face contort and see the beautiful muscles of your neck strain in ecstasy. In his stillness, you come alive’ fucking yourself on his cock, just as wild and unrestrained as he can be. Blood pulses from the wound on your neck, taking a lazy path down to your collarbone, and Miles bends to catch it with his tongue before it can soak into your sweater.

When you finally peak your whole face twits in a mask of pleasure and pain, head knocking into the wall while your hips keep moving, trying to pull him deeper. Miles growls, taking over. Roughly, he grasps the back of your neck and pulls your head to the side to expose unblemished skin. When he begins to drink, you come again and he follows, holding you against the wall until he hears your heartbeat slow and your breath come in wispy inhales.

He’s careful to pull back gently and help you stand on your own two feet. You sway in his grasp but smile up at him, fingertips touching his cheek. He sweeps you into his arms and you make a satisfied little hum, burrowing into his chest sleepily. You’d fall asleep like this if he let you but Miles hates seeing you covered in blood, the evidence of his own lack of self-control.

Bathing you is a small penance for his crimes, but it’s one Miles insists on. He sets you on the edge of the tub and runs the water. You like it hot enough to scald and turn his pale skin red, so he waits until steam rises from the water before stopping up the tub. Then he dumps in the bath salts, the floral, woodsy scent of lavender tickling his nose. Your shoulders droop when the smell reaches you. He helps you undress and sink into the tub, washing you reverently. By the time he finishes, you’re asleep in his arms, skin damp and clean.

Miles kisses your head, ready to leave you in peace until you draw him down to lay beside you and curl your fingers in his sweater. You’re asleep within minutes. Miles stares at the ceiling, feeling content and guilty. If there's hell he certainly belongs there but for now he’s content with the glimpse of heaven you provide.

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m0chac0ffee · 2 years

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↳ ❝ɢᴏᴅ, ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ. - ᴍ.ᴍ.❞

(Miles Miller x Reader)

(Warnings: Angst, character death ?)

(Again, this was written at 3am bc i was like, "what if this happened instead" and this shit was made.)

This wasn’t how you wanted to go out. This wasn’t how you wanted to spend your vacation. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to push him out of the way. You were supposed to live, not him. You were supposed to be alive and happy. But that won’t happen now.

You were watching Miles’ back as he shot the two cult members outside of the hotel. You looked around in case anyone was left, but you could only see Rosie, Daniel, Darlene, and Miles. You turned your head slightly to look at Miles, making sure he was okay.

“Miles, it’s clear. I think we’re safe.”

He nodded, and you stepped to the side to let him in. You checked on Daniel and Darlene, asking if they were injured or anything of the sort. They seemed to be perfectly fine. At that moment, Miles spotted Rosie at the back near Billy Lee’s body, sobbing her heart out, or that’s what you thought was happening. Miles looked back at you and you silently nodded your head, stepping away from the two to join him. He set down his gun and the two of you approached the young girl. You stopped right behind her and Miles put his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.

“I am so sorry.”

He said, his voice laced with sadness and slight regret. Rosie continued to sob as she reached for the left side of her abdomen. If you weren’t watching her…

you wouldn’t have been able to see the slight glint of metal that briefly flashed before your eyes.

That was all you needed to know that Miles was in danger. You held off, hoping that it wasn’t what you thought it was. Rose wiped her eyes and stood up. Only then could you confirm what you saw.

She was holding a knife.

Just as Miles was about to take another step toward her, she quickly turned around.

“Miles!”

You shoved him out of the way just in time. Rosie plunged the knife deep into your abdomen, twisting it, then dragging it across. Hot tears fell down your face as your blood soaked through your shirt. Suddenly, a gunshot was heard, and Rosie fell to the floor. You look over to see Daniel holding the pistol in his hand while Darlene stood there in shock. You began to stumble backward into the stairs that led to the jukebox. You were shaking in fear. You didn’t wanna die here. Not now. The trio rushed over to you, each looking equally worried, Miles especially.

“(Y/n), look at me. You’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna be okay, I promise. We just need to find a way to stop the bleeding and everything will be alright-“

But all of you knew that there was no saving you. You’ve already lost too much blood, so much that there was no point in stopping it. No matter how much pressure was applied, you couldn’t be saved in that moment. You smiled softly at everyone.

“To think that this would all happen in the span of 24 hours…”

You looked at Daniel, then Darlene, then Miles.

“Miles…”

He wasn’t paying attention, he was too busy trying to find things to stop your bleeding. But the more time you wasted, the closer you were to losing consciousness.

“Miles, hey…”

He looked at you, fear was clear in his eyes. He grabbed your hand and held it to his face.

“(Y/n) I’m so sorry…”

“You did the right thing. It’s alright. You did it to save us.”

“But… I couldn’t save you… I can’t save you…”

“And that’s okay. You did your best Miles. You still saved these two.”

You raised up your hand to caress his face. You softly brushed your thumb against his cheek, tears streaming down both his face and yours.

“I love you, Miles.”

And for the last time, you closed your eyes. Miles kissed your forehead and then held your hand against his cheek, feeling you go limp, the tears neverending. Darlene eventually wrapped an arm around him, rubbing his shoulders in a comforting way. Daniel sat down on the opposite side of you, a solemn look adorning his face.

“I love you too, (Y/n)… I’m so sorry… God, forgive me.”

In time, Darlene and Daniel were able to convince Miles to finally get up. They collected the money and put it back inside the bag. As the two exited the burning hotel, Miles took one last look at you before following in pursuit. He would never forgive himself for leaving you.

END.

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writings-of-a-lost-ghost · 2 years

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And to help feed my and everyone else’s obsession with Lewis Pullman, here he is. The best boi from Bad Times At The El Royale. Miles Miller owns my heart and certainly deserved better than the fate he got. My sweet man. This is so damn niche. - Ghost

#writingsofalostghost #digital aritst #digital art #digital drawing #digital fanart #fanart #writingsofaghost #lewis pullman #lewis pullman imagine #bad times at the el royale #bad times at the el royale art #miles miller #miles miller x reader #miles miller fanart #miles miller fic

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scheodingers-muppet · 4 months

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reputation (stranger things version) let’s go

…Ready For It? - jancy. the whole “i’ve known i wanted you since we first met” kinda vibe really fits them i think. “some boys are trying too hard, he don’t try at all though. younger than my ex’s but he acts like such a man” sorry steve. “knew i was a robber first time that he saw me. stealing hearts and running off” nancy is really the only character we see *multiple* people crushing on. steve and jonathan, of course, but also dustin, fred, arguably robin.

End Game - steddie. “you and me, we got big reputations” king steve and the freak, two sides of some big reputations. “i got some big enemies” being hated by the school and town and the literal upside down. “in rumors, i’m knee deep” “i’ve made mistakes…but something was born on the forth of july” steve’s huge character arch we see in season 3, over the summer.

I Did Something Bad - nancy. shes realms the only one i can see for this one. the confidence and bad-ass of it really only fits her

Don’t Blame Me - steve. why? because i said so. i fully believe he loves VERY deeply. why? because. i said so.

Delicate - steddie, from eddie’s pov. “my reputations never been worse so, you must like me for me” literal manhunt for him and steve’s making googoo eyes at him. “dark jeans and your nikes” is so steve coded. “i know that it’s delicate” not only is eddie wanted for murder, but also, steve’s reputation would be very delicate; even been friends with eddie could make him a target

Look What You Made Me Do: el. “the role you made me play of the fool” and being used in vecna’s plan. “i got smarter, i got harder in the nick of time” “i don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me” her trust has ben broken so many times and shes had to fight tooth and nail for the trust in her now “the old taylor can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh, because she’s dead” paralleled to el coming back at the end of season 2 completely changed

So It Goes… - jancy, from nancy’s pov. “we breakdown a little, but when you get me alone, it’s so simple” “you know i’m not a bad girl but, i’ll do bad things with you”

Gorgeous: ronance, from nancy’s pov. “i got a boyfriend, he’s older than us.” “you’re so cool, it makes me hate you so much.” and “i’m furious at you for making me feel this way” with how nancy didn’t like her at first. “ocean blue eyes, looking in mine” tldr; nancy’s gay awakening is robin

Getaway Car: jancy. “i wanted to leave him. i needed a reason” and “he poisoned the well, i was lying to myself” about steve. “we were flying but we never got far” and “think about the place where you first met me” with the relationship starting to crumble. “we were jet set bonnie and clyde until i switched to the other side” i like to imagine this as her going to robin but that’s just me.

King Of My Heart: steddieeeeee. okay listen. i love when fics make references to king steve and steve likes the name. i adore royal imagery with them. “we rule the kingdom inside my room” “king of my heart, body and soul” i LOVEEE eddie calling him king steve again, but as like, “you’re the king of my heart” “you’re love is a secret im hoping, dreaming to keep”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: byler. “i loved you in secret…how were you to know?” “deep blue but you painted me golden” when blue meets yellow in the west. “i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us” i think mike might be starting to realize his feelings for will while he’s gone, loving him even though he’s scared the distance will hurt them. “dancing like it was the first time”

Dress: ronance. why? idk it just fits. nancy and robin get close, become friends and nancy realizes her feelings for her. i can also see elmax if you remove the sexual elements of the song.

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: steve to tommy and carol. “it was so nice throwing big parties” “it was so nice being friends again…but you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand” tommy leaving him for billy. i just need to see steve lose his shit, honestly.

Call It What You Want: steddie. idk what you want from me, its so steve talking about eddie before they’re official. “my castle crumbled over night…they took the crown but it’s alright” losing “king” title. “nobody’s heard from me in months” falling down the social rankings and living a more “quiet” life (ie no parties and such) “my baby’s fly like a jet stream high above the whole scene” both eddie looking down on social hierarchy and also eddie perched on his chair during campaigns, being literally above the whole scene. “all the jokers dressing up as kings” billy taking his role. “you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?” steve maybe talking to eddie about how he can “pay him back” for saving his life or something cute like that.

New Year’s Day: stobin. this song has always kinda been platonic to me. but it’s so them. the devotion of always being there, no matter what or why. “please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh i would recognize anywhere” I MEANNNNN

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #mike wheeler #steddie #el hopper #taylor swift #reputation #rep #almost got all the albums now #just gotta do lover

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lewmagoo · 1 year

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Leah! Imagine dancing with Miles Miller before the events of Bad Times and then hearing that same song after Bad Times.

i only have eyes for you.

you stood amidst rubble and ash. the ruin of the place you had once worked. you couldn't believe that this place had once stood so big and imposing, a landmark between two states. now, it was nothing. burned to the ground by a fire that had consumed it from the inside out. and along with it, your heart and soul had been taken by those flames.

you were standing by the place where the front desk would have been, and your eyes caught sight of something in the rubble. with a trembling hand, you reached down, brushing the ash aside and retrieving what was left of the bell that had sat upon the desk. holding the bell to your chest, you let out a soft cry. you'd lost everything to these flames. your livelihood. your possessions. but most of all, you'd lost the man you loved.

you'd watched him die, right before your very eyes. you'd held his trembling hand in yours and sobbed over him as he slipped away. he'd begged the old preacher, albeit the con man that he was, to absolve him of his sins. he so desperately needed to know he could be forgiven. needed to know he would cross through those pearly gates without fear of being cast into the fiery pits of hell.

he believed so deeply that he was unforgivable. that he was evil. no matter how many times you told him he wasn't. he refused to believe you, insisting that you had no idea of the magnitude of the wickedness he'd committed. but you did know, and you loved him all the same. you did not judge the person he'd been in the war. it was a brutal, senseless war, and it had forced even the best of men to commit acts they never even dreamed of committing.

but every time he got in his head about his past, you were there to soothe him. even though you knew it never took the hurt or trauma away, not truly, it did ease his pain a little. when you held him in your arms and told him how much you loved him, he almost felt okay. you would spend hours with your arms around him, swaying around the lobby of the el royale, his face buried in the crook of your neck. your favorite song would play over the victrola. i only have eyes for you.

its dreamy notes would relax you both, and lull you into a sense of security. but that safety was false, and you both knew it. nothing was safe in this place. the only place you both found safety was in each other. so you clung to one another, protecting the others from the horrors of the world around you. that was, until the horrors caught up with you. until your haven was invaded, violated, destroyed. you would never forget watching your love stumble into the room, his beautiful face bloodied and marred from the buckshot that had hit him.

they hadn't let you tend to him. no matter how much you cried and begged. "please, he's hurt! let me take care of him!" you exclaimed. the woman with the dark hair and bangs had told you to shut up. and then, all hell broke loose. you were plunged into a sick game of life and death. miles was trying to bargain for your life. begging billy lee to turn the gun on him, and not you. "i deserve it. i've sinned! i deserve to die!" he wailed. "stop!" you pleaded. "miles, stop!" and then he locked eyes with you. "i can't let you die. you're the only good thing in my life."

billy lee had laughed at that. "ain't that sweet?" he cooed, creeping into your space, fingers stroking your jawline. that gesture had miles jerking against his bind, shouting at him to get his hands off you. "prince charming over here is willing to sacrifice himself for you." but billy would get his comeuppance soon enough. it wasn't long before miles allowed himself to slip into the man he was during the war. he was driven by his need to protect you, to save the only one he'd ever truly loved.

and he succeeded. soon, the room was silent, save for the soft sobs of rose, the girl billy had manipulated for his own personal gain. and miles, your sweet, precious miles, with that bleeding, empathetic heart, had approached her, trying to offer comfort as she wept. but her anger an grief drove her, and she stood, trembling as she turned to face him. you saw the knife before he did, glinting in the orange glow. "no!" you shrieked, but it was too late. you caught him as he fell, just as father flynn stopped rose from going any further with a bullet.

all that was left was you, kneeling on the floor, holding your darling boy in your arms, wailing with an agony you had never known. "f-forgive me father, for i have sinned!" he whimpered. and father flynn gave him what he was searching for. only then did miles finally let go, and you were left holding his body as his life force slipped from him. they tried to pull you away as you sobbed, holding him tighter still, refusing to leave him. but the place was going up in flames around you, and it was either leave, or be consumed along with it.

you refused to leave him there alone. "we have to bring him out! he needs a proper burial! i can't just leave him!" you wept. flynn looked at darlene, the only other survivor of this fateful night, and she sadly nodded. together, the three of you carried his body out into the stormy night. you cried, and cried, and cried, until you had no more tears left to cry. your heart was broken beyond repair. miles was gone, and he wasn't coming back.

a few days later, you found yourself back at the place where it happened. the front desk, where miles always stood, ready to greet guests as they came in. the lobby, where you danced the night away with your lover. it was all gone. all that was left was that little bell that you held clutched to your chest. you closed your eyes, and you could almost hear the beginning notes of i only have eyes for you. there, you began to sway back and forth, humming softly. "my love must be a kind of blind love. i can't see anyone but you..." and if only for that fleeting moment, you pretended you were back in that hotel lobby, swaying with your lover, safe in each other's arms.

#miles miller #miles miller x reader #bad times at the el royale #asks #leah’s sleepover

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delopsia · 2 months

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so we’ve all agreed that Miles is a beautiful shy boy who just wants be to taken care of. I’ve always imagined a world where he gets “rescued” (aka a wonderful person helps him see his worth and he runs away from the bad people back to the lovely little house his love owns) and because the world’s best house husband. he’s happy to cook and clean (big acts of service guy) and his love is thrilled that Miles is in therapy and trying things that interest him (he’s a phenomenal gardener and he loves to volunteer at the local library during storytime. because kids aren’t for him but he’s amazing at doing different voices and making all the little ones giggle.) instead of slowly withering away at that nasty hotel. I don’t really know what my question is here…. actually. Miles surprising his love with a nice home cooked meal for Valentine’s Day but he’s only wearing a frilly little apron and a plug with a heart on the end. that was he can eat them out, get fucked, and still have dinner be warm.

I've never wanted to rescue a character from a plot so much in my life. He's just a little guy! :( He didn't deserve all of that.

Miles would make such a wonderful little house husband 💕 cleaning, in general, is one of those things he's learned to master back at the El Royale, starting as one of the many housekeepers right before they started losing more employees than they hired.

Suddenly he was being pulled into the kitchen to help out, then he was put up at the front desk when the last clerk quit, and all of a sudden, he was the only employee there. He's a jack of all trades when it comes to the house, and it's so much easier than working at the hotel. Dinner? Cleaning the shower? Making the bed? He's got it, don't you worry about it.

But, omg, the gardening! He's got a little bit of everything going on out there, strawberries, lettuce, carrots (those aren't going particularly well, but he's..trying), okra, pumpkins. There are some marigolds, sunflowers, and other flowers scattered in there, too.

It's all surrounded by an adorable white picket fence that he installed because the neighbor's kid kept plucking his daffodils. He didn't wanna get the little guy in trouble, but God, he hates when folks mess with his flowers. Indoors, he's got a little corner dedicated to the plants he's rescued from folks who couldn't take care of them.

The way that Miles is so torn between wearing that little Valentine's apron, getting fucked, and cooking that he winds up trying to do all three at once 😌to be fair, he was clothed when the food went in the oven, but it was just taking so long. How could he not get up to a little trouble during that downtime?

You just so happened to walk in the door when he was tying the apron around his waist and got so nervous that he had to be coaxed out from hiding behind the kitchen island. Hands clasped behind his back, trying to hide that tiny little glittering heart on the end of his plug. He's not entirely certain why he's so nervous because none of this is new, but it still takes him some time to draw his heated face out of his palms.

Of course, the counter is right there. It would be a shame if you didn't bend him over the side of it and fuck him on your strap; gotta keep an eye on the timer, right? Those cute little knees of his keep knocking into the cupboard doors, chest flat against the cool countertop, struggling to peek at you from over his shoulder.

That initial shyness melts from him like ice cream in the summer sun, leaning back into the thrust of your hips, so vocal that you worry the neighbors across the street may hear him. He's barely quit shaking from his orgasm when he falls to his knees, a little too insistent that you take this dumb strap off so that he can eat you proper. Winds up between your thighs while you sit in the kitchen chair, stroking his hair.

Dinner is slightly burnt because that damn timer went off right as you started getting close, and Miles was too stubborn to let either of you move 🎀 he makes up for it pretty quickly, though, luring you into the shower with a little grin on his face.

It takes him until nightfall to realize that you got him a new plant for Valentine's Day, a little rescued orchid who hasn't shown her colors yet, still recovering from grocery store neglect. The plants who need a little love and care are Miles's favorite 🌷 they're just like him

Send Miles, Rhett & Bob thoughts!

#delgato's asks #miles miller #miles miller x reader

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beachbabey · 1 year

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Work Song

Miles Miller x Fem!Reader

Word count: approx. 800

Warnings: Mentions of the plot of Bad Times at The El Royale. Mentions of wounds. Slight plot divergence (Miles lives, Miles doesn’t get stabbed)

//When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her\\

He finally makes it home after management officially lay him off, after everything that happened, he was more than happy to be “fired”. He didn’t care about medical compensation for the buckshot wounds he got, luckily, he knew face wounds healed quickly, with little to no scaring, that he was thankful for, he couldn’t fathom coming home to you with injuries like that, he didn’t think he could face you.

It was a long bus journey, a poor ex-soldier like him could never afford a car, opting to haul himself and his small suitcase onto the next Greyhound and simply walk along the roads until he got to his house, with nothing to do but imagine your face when he walked through the door. He’s so consumed by the image of your gentle smile swirling around his head that he doesn’t even realise he’s knocking. Staring at the wooden door, you’ve painted it again since he was last home, the dark green he remembers is now replaced with a powder blue.

“One second!” he hears you yell faintly, and it doesn’t seem real to him, this has to be a dream, surely this is just a bad trip and he’s finally gotten those audible hallucinations he heard about

“I’m- sorry, are you busy?” he asks, not even realising what’s happening, his voice breaking on the last word, his face scrunches up and he sniffles lightly, using the back of his hand to wipe his nose.

“Miles?! Honey what are you saying?? What are you doing back here? The season doesn’t finish for another 2 months?” you asked, opening the door to see your husband looking worse for wear, shirt creased up and hair wayward, hunched forward with what you assume is exhaustion. Small red marks across the left side of his face that almost looked like acne. The concern lacing your tone brings him out of his haze as he tilts his head up in a poor attempt at stopping the tears welling up behind his eyes before finally letting his eyes focus on you.

He’s safe, he’s home

“Long day,” he choked out, now fully crying at your presence, trying his best (and failing) to compose himself as you move away from the door to let him set his bags down inside, immediately after, he grabs your hands and pulls you in for the tightest hug his exhausted body can muster.

His knees buckle and you struggle under his weight, wrapping your arms around his waist as you try and move him to your couch, your worry growing by the second at the state of your husband, you’d never seen him like this, even when he came back from his tours in Vietnam.

“Long week. Long season. Missed you.” He whimpers into the crook of your neck, you can feel the hot tears dampening the collar of your blouse.

“Oh, my sweet boy” you breathed, wrapping your arms around him as tight as you could, pulling him into your chest, smoothing down his hair.

“I missed you too, baby,” you assured softly “But what happened to your face Miles? Someone hurt you?” You do your best to hide your anger, Your husband was a gentle man, never complained and let people do whatever they wanted, even if it was at his own expense. He had such a challenging job and you knew people took advantage of him, you just wish you could do more to help.

He shakes his head and the two of you sat in silence till he moves, sitting up after calming down enough to actually hold a conversation with you.

“Hi sweet boy,” you cooed, kissing his wobbling bottom lip. Miles couldn’t take a deeper breath even if his lungs allowed it, drowning in your intoxicating scent as he wrapped his arms around you once again and held you tight, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Lifting you up, he placed you in his lap, grip still an iron vice around you as he nuzzled into you, relishing the way your fingers softly massaged the back of his neck.

“I missed you,” he said again, bleary bloodshot eyes roaming your features. It had only been a couple of months since he was back home and somehow he had forgotten how beautiful you were, how just looking at you made his heart skip a beat.

The soft smile on your lips felt like champagne in his veins, bubbling love all throughout him until he had no choice but to capture it with his lips. Bringing you in for a long, slow kiss, reminiscent of the one you shared at your wedding, gripping onto your hips like you’d disappear if he let go. Breaking away only when his head started pounding from the lack of oxygen. He slows his breathing down like you taught him back when he started getting panic attacks. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Focusing on a happy memory and keeping it in the forefront of his mind.

Today, he chooses his 26th birthday. You made him a pound cake, spent your weeks wages on the ingredients and postage and sent it to him at the hotel along with a handwritten letter. Wishing him the happiest birthday and letting him know you were missing him greatly. Attaching a lock of your hair and a small pressed flower that he knew you picked from the garden for him. He cried throughout the night, it’s what kept him going up until his departure.

He leans his forehead to rest against yours, hands coming up to cup your jaw, touching you as much as he could. Keeping his eyes closed as a soft smile curls on the edges of his lips.

He can finally be your husband again. Can work a normal job and come home to you every evening, can take you on dates and buy you pretty dresses. Can live a life with you again.

#I’m not crying you are #miles miller x you #miles miller x reader #miles miller #bad times at the el royale

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rebelliousstories · 1 year

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Lewis Pullman & Co.

Miles Miller

Sunshine and Blood

Everything goes from good, to bad, to worse, to good again?

Reminder:

Make sure to double check your lunch for a surprise.

Bad Times With Good People

Eight little criminals straying far from heaven; One found a secret and then there were seven.

Fireplace (Ficmas 2022)

California and Nevada. How does one celebrate the holidays in the desert?

Robert “Bob” Floyd

Personal Heaven

When the Dagger Team gets leave and their families get a chance to come visit, everyone gets to see Bob’s slice of personal heaven.

Ode To Thee

It was a hot day in California, and the Dagger Team have met up for their monthly game of dogfight football. As everyone takes their shirts off, Bob lets the team in on a little secret.

Young Love and Old Money Series

Growing up, they lived right down the road from each other. He was a farm boy, and she was the daughter of old money.

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nobody7102 · 2 years

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Bestie I hate to ask this because I know you guys are probably really busy and have alot on your plate......but if you ever have the time......#100 with either Ben Mears or Miles Miller, "We've been going at it like rabbits and you're still horny?"

Please take your time with this and do not rush, I hate to see people stress out over this kinda thing (lol).

AHH BABES! (Never too busy for your blurbs💜) We going with Miles bc I miss my soft boy

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Rolling off of Y/N, Miles chuckled, taking in her fucked out state. How her lips were red and slightly swollen as she panted, trying to catch her breath. Eyes slightly glazed as she starred up at the ceiling.

“I’m gonna get you some water” he chuckled but just as he sat up, hands wrapped around his shoulder. He felt Y/N press herself against his back

“No!” she whined kissing his neck, on hand stayed wrapped around his shoulder the other trailed down his torso “stay” she murmured against his skin

The chuckle that grew in Miles throat died as he felt Y/N wrap her hand around the base of his cock “Jesus Sweetheart” he moaned, leaning his head back against her shoulder, feeling her hand tug upwards “We’ve been going at it like rabbits and you’re still horny?” His hand landed on her thigh that framed his torso, his thumb rubbing circles.

“I can’t help it” she giggled as Miles turned to hide his face in her neck to groan “I didn’t see you for a week” she let out a hum as Miles nipped at her neck. “You try being stuck with my Ma-“

“Sweetheart I love you… but can you not talk about your mother right now?!” he whined

A laugh left Y/N’s mouth as she resumed kissing up his neck “sorry baby” she smiled

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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Not a Good Place

Fandom: Bad Times at the El Royale, Miles Miller, f!reader

Word Count: 2967

TW: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Reunion, Nightmares, Mentions of Drug Use,

Note: Thank you to @skvatnavle, @green-socks, and @callsign-phoenix for beta reading for me and giving me the encouragement to finish this fic! 💖 I love you guys!

I tried changing up my writing style a little with this one. Also focused more on descriptions and "showing, not telling" so I would love to know what people think!

As your car rolled to a stop in the parking lot, you looked up at the sign and sighed. The El Royale. You remembered hearing about the gimmicky hotel many years ago when it first opened, but you never once imagined you would ever visit. Honestly, it made little difference to you which state you lodged in for the night so you did not understand the appeal. But you weren’t here for the location.

Turning off the engine, you sat back in your seat. For the entire three-hour drive, you had tried to prepare yourself for what could happen next. Yet after running through every scenario you could possibly think of for how this might go, you still didn’t feel prepared. But there was nothing more you could do now.

As you climbed out of the car, you glanced up at the laden clouds above you. Trying not to take the low rumble of thunder and the ever-darkening sky as an ominous sign, you hurried through the parking lot until you reached the door to the main lodge.

The lobby was completely empty when you entered, with only the soft trickle of the coffee pot in the corner breaking the eerie silence. You stood in the doorway for a few moments, uncertain of what your next move should be. Outside, you noticed the clouds had finally given way and rain was beginning to gently fall. Unless you were planning on getting wet, there was no turning back now.

You approached the counter and rang the bell placed there. Pausing for a moment, you still didn’t hear the faintest hint that someone had heard you. Ringing the bell again with more force, you called out, “Hello? Is there anyone here?” But once again, you were met with silence.

Slowly, you began wandering around the room as you examined the photos on the walls. The smiling faces of some very well-known celebrities stared back at you, but they were all old and out of date. It seemed as if the hotel hadn’t had any guests of note in quite some time.

Just as you were reaching up to brush some dust off of a photo of Dean Martin, you heard a door open behind you and an all too familiar voice exclaimed, “Oh! Forgive me. I didn’t realize anyone was here.”

You had tried your best to prepare yourself for this moment, yet at the mere sound of his voice, you were frozen in place. Silently, you cursed yourself for coming but it was too late to change your mind. Turning to face him, you breathed a soft, “Hi.”

You watched his already pale skin go white as all the blood rushed from his face. He stared at you as if seeing a ghost or, worse yet, one of his demons come back to haunt him. But as Miles tried to come to terms with your presence in his place of work, it gave you time to examine him.

He had drastically changed in the two years since you had last seen him. The Miles you had known was strong and brave and confident. Yet the man standing before you now was anything but. He fidgeted nervously as he shifted from foot to foot, looking anywhere but at you. You saw the slight tremor in his hand, his rapid blinking, and the constant bob of his throat as he swallowed anxiously. It broke your heart to see what was left of the man you had once loved….. the man you still loved.

Finally, he managed to stammer, “Wh-what are you doing here?”

You gave him a small smile as you took a few hesitant steps towards the counter. “I came to see you. I heard you were working here now and when I saw the hotel was on my way to visit a friend in California, I had to stop.” You paused before softly adding, “I’ve missed you.”

He stared at you long and hard before shaking and lowering his head. When he looked back up at you, his face had hardened and he bluntly said, “You shouldn’t be here. It’s not- I mean, you can’t stay. You have to leave.”

You were slightly taken aback. You had known there was a chance that Miles may not be as excited to see you as you were to see him, but you had never expected this reaction. Now it was your turn to shift uncomfortably. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just… I was in the area and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you again. Even if only for a moment. Miles, I-” You reached out for him, but he quickly withdrew.

Slowly, you lowered your hand as you tried to hide the pain on your face. Now that you thought about it, his reaction made perfect sense. He had rejected and left you two years ago, why would things be any different now?

If he noticed your change in demeanor, he didn’t react to it. Instead, he simply reiterated, “You have to go.”

You nodded softly, knowing now with all certainty that it had been a mistake to come. But there was one other reason you had felt the need to see him. Crossing the rest of the lobby (flinching slightly as he backed away from you), you reached the front desk and laid your hand on the counter. When you removed it, your diamond engagement ring remained.

As Miles inhaled sharply at the sight of it, you whispered, “I needed to come and return this. I guess in the end, it was never meant for me.”

Then you turned to walk out the door when suddenly an earth rattling clap of thunder shook the building, promptly followed by a brilliant flash of lightning. You jumped, letting out a small squeal and ducking your head at the display.

Instantly, you felt a pair of arms encircle your body as Miles drew you into his chest. It felt so comforting and familiar, like coming home after far too long away. Though you were no longer startled by the storm, you buried your face into his neck as you clung to him. If this was the last time he would ever hold you like this, you wanted to treasure every second of it.

He had lost quite a bit of mass since the last time he held you, his hard lines and firm muscles seemed to have withered away leaving only his lean frame beneath. However, you didn’t mind. He was still your Miles and that was all that mattered.

You gazed up at him just as another clap of thunder boomed outside and another streak of lightning lit up the room, briefly casting dark shadows across Miles’s face. You felt him sigh beneath you. “This storm doesn’t seem like it’ll let up any time soon. I guess you better stay after all.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll take the room farthest from the lobby if you prefer. That way I’ll keep my distance from you.”

He softly shook his head, his fingers reaching up to ghost across your cheek. “It’s not you. It’s this place. This is a very bad place, where very bad things happen, and I don’t want you to get tarnished by it.”

“What do you mean? Miles…. Are you in trouble?”

He almost seemed to not hear you as he continued, staring straight ahead with his eyes slightly out of focus. “I’ve done things… I deserve to be here. But not you. Never you. You are too pure for this place.”

“Miles-”

But then he seemed to come back to himself as he shook his head and cut you off. “Take room one. It’s, uh, it’s the honeymoon suite but that way I’ll be right close by if you need anything.”

You nodded as you took the key from his outstretched hand. Wrapping your fingers around the red, Nevada-shaped keychain, you drew it close to your chest. “Thank you. And I’m sorry again. I shouldn’t have come. But I’ll leave first thing in the morning so as to not cause you any more trouble. After that….. I guess it’ll be goodbye.”

You gazed longingly at his face one last time before turning and hurrying towards the door once more. Just as you reached for the shiny gold handle, you heard the faintest whisper of your name followed by a soft, “Sleep well, my angel.”

The room was larger and nicer than any you had ever stayed in before. There was a hot tub and couch in the small living area when you first walked in, but you quickly walked past both without giving them a second glance. Placing your bag on the floor next to the opulent bed, you hurried to the large mirror stretched across the far wall.

Though your room was the nearest to the lobby, the storm had still soaked you on your short trip here. Examining your appearance in the mirror, you sighed heavily. You had tried to look your best for when you saw Miles again, but now your previously perfectly coiffed appearance more closely resembled how you were feeling inside. Dark, smudged mascara ran down your cheeks, giving the not-so-inaccurate allusion you had been crying. Your soaked hair clung to your face as water dripped in puddles around you. And for the first time, you realized that Miles wasn’t the only one whose appearance had changed since he left.

Staring deeply into the mirror, you wondered how things could have gone so wrong, so quickly.

Miles never talked about what had happened overseas. All that you knew about that time you had learned from his desperate pleas in the middle of the night as you tried to wake him from his torturous nightmares. Every night since the day he returned home to you, it would be the same ritual. He would stay up as long as possible, fearing what he would see when he closed his eyes. And when he would inevitably succumb to his exhaustion, he would begin screaming and crying mere hours later as he was unable to wake from the terrors that were bombarding him. You would then cup his face in your hands as you tried desperately to coax him awake with soothing words of love and reminders that what he was seeing was no longer real. Some nights he would snap out of it immediately, while others were an arduous struggle to bring him back to consciousness.

Then one night, everything had gone wrong. Miles was fighting more than normal and as you tried to comfort him, his hand shot out and struck you firmly across the face. You fell back as he opened his eyes to see you clutching your cheek, your tear-filled eyes staring back at him. You tried to reassure him that it was just an accident, that he hadn’t truly harmed you in any way. But later that day he had left, and you hadn’t seen him since.

You were so lost in the past that, at first, you didn’t even realize you had started crying, your tears mixing seamlessly with the rain still scattered on your skin. Yet it soon became impossible to not realize as your shoulders began to tremble, and a sob tore from your lips. You caught a brief glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and the sight just made you sob harder. With your arms wrapped tightly across your chest, you managed to stumble to the bed, and you curled your body into a tight ball.

Moments later, the soft click of the lock turning on the door barely registered through your sobs. Yet there was no way to miss the way the bed sunk down as someone climbed into it with you or when a pair of lean arms wrapped around your shaking form. Without a second thought, you rolled over and clung to Miles. He drew you in tighter as one hand rested on the back of your head while the other clutched tightly at the back of your blouse, his fingers digging into the damp material. You didn’t know how he knew to come or how he got in, but all you cared about was the feeling of his skin on yours, inhaling his faint scent as you buried your face deeper into his neck. It had been so long since you had felt this safe or this relaxed and you craved even more.

He had removed that hideous jacket from before and was now only wearing his ill-fitting short-sleeved button-down that swamped his slim frame. You ran your hand down his arms but then froze as you noticed something. Before he could stop you, you lifted the edge of his sleeve to reveal the crook of his arm. His skin there was darkly bruised and littered with a multitude of small, scabby holes. While you had no personal experience with this, you knew enough to recognize the marks for what they were.

As far as you knew before he had left you, Miles had never even smoked a cigarette, let alone done something like this. Yet, based on the number of marks on his arm and the condition of his skin, it was obvious that had changed quite some time ago.

Glancing up at his face, tears in your eyes, you whimpered, “Oh, Miles. What have you done?”

His gaze lingered on the sheets between you as he muttered, “It’s the only way I can sleep. The only way I don’t dream. I can’t- I won’t hurt anyone again because of my dreams and if this is the only way to make sure that doesn’t happen….. It’s just like how you were the one good thing in my life, but I would have rather let you go than ever cause you pain again.”

You looked at him sadly as your lip began to tremble. “But you did cause me pain. Don’t you know the sorrow and the agony I’ve lived with every day since you left? How I still wake each morning aching for you like a lost limb? That for the first few seconds when I stir back into consciousness, I forget that you left, and I have to relive it every morning. Knowing that I failed you-”

“Never!” His eyes shot to yours as his hands reached up to cup your face. “You could never fail me! Even when I begged you to go, you stuck by my side while I was too weak to leave. I’m just sorry it took me hurting you to finally do what was right.”

“Leaving me behind was never the right thing to do, Miles. And I think, deep down, you know that.” He hesitated for a moment before he nodded, tears filling his eyes. You smiled softly and ran your fingers through his hair. “Good. Now, how are we going to fix that?”

He shook his head, “There’s nothing we can do. I can’t leave this place. I’ve done terrible things for the owners of the hotel and they have proof. If I try to go, they’ll use it against me, and then we still won’t be able to be together.”

Without hesitation, you said, “Then I’ll stay here.”

“No!” Miles said firmly. “I told you, this place is not meant for someone like you. Sweetheart…. you were always my angel, and I will not drag you down to Hell with me.”

You smiled at him before placing a soft kiss on his brow. “Miles, I’ve been apart from you for two years and I would rather live eternity in Hell by your side, than spend one more day in Paradise alone. So, if this is where you are, then this is where I want to be too. No matter the cost.”

It was only then that his first tears began to trickle down his face. “Please… think about what you’re asking. You know my demons already and now with this-” he gestured to his arm “-I may not be the same person who you knew before.”

“I have thought about it. Before coming here, I told myself if there was even the smallest chance you still wanted me, I would take it. So please, don’t make me walk away.”

He stared at you for a moment before softly bobbing his head. “Okay…. okay.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Yes. I can’t lose you again either. Not when I know that you can still love me after everything.”

“Miles, no matter what happens, I will never stop loving you.”

He cupped your face and drew you close. As his lips brushed against yours, your heart swelled in your chest. It was awkward (the two of you still laying on your sides on the bed) and hesitant, yet his lips still felt like home after all of this time. His hand slid behind your head until it grasped the back of your neck and he drew you in closer. Some of his newfound timidness fell away and you caught a glimpse of your old Miles. The one from before the war, the one who had first won your heart all those years ago. Beneath the broken shell he had become lay the soul of the man you loved. And at that moment, you knew despite all the difficulties that may lay ahead of you, it was going to be okay.

Miles pulled away from you for just a moment as he reached into the pocket of his trousers. With a soft smile, he pulled out the engagement ring you had returned less than an hour before. As he took your hand, he whispered, “And you were wrong. It could never be meant for anyone else.”

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hederasgarden · 2 years

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Omg ivy I just saw the Vampire Miles drabble and my head can't stop screaming VAMPIRE HUSBAND VAMPIRE HUSBAND VAMPIRE HUSBAND

Would you like to scream some more? Here’s a look at what I’m working on. I’m still not 100% sure if I’m going to do a long fic or just a bunch of interconnected drabbles.

Summary: You’re saved from an attack by a mysterious man.

Pairing: Vampire!Miles Miller x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ only, reference to past violence, supernatural stuff and vampirism related things (blood/thralls/mildly creepy things).

A/N: Here is part 1. Thank you @yespolkadotkitty for the banner!

When you wake again you’re laid out on a soft bed. It’s semi-dark with only the weak light of an old desk lamp offering any illumination. You see your shoes on the floor beside the bed and spy your work apron folded neatly over the desk chair next to your purse. You sit up and touch your neck, fingers meeting smooth, unblemished skin. There’s a memory there but when you tug on the thread it doesn’t budge.

You don’t spot the man until you’ve swung your feet out of bed. He’s statue still in the corner, only the gleam of pale blue eyes visible. You should be frightened but you’re not. The fear is there, just beneath the surface where you can’t seem to touch it. When he leans into the path of the light you see he’s handsome and young. Beautiful but there’s something wrong about him. He has an unnatural aura, one that speaks to a primal instinct warning you a predator is near.

“You saved me.” The words fall from your lips before you can stop them. “There was a man in the alley. H-he tries to hurt me and you saved me.”

The man shakes his head. “I killed him.”

Your brow furrows. There’s a memory there but it slips from your mind as soon as you try to call it forward.

“I tried to help you forget that part….and what came after.”

“Forget?” You ask.

“You were upset and I…I hurt you. I’m sorry.”

You touch your throat and he looks away, pained. “But you saved me.”

“I damned you,” he returns, stepping towards the bed. “You don't understand yet but you will.”

He’s distressed and you don’t like that, you want to soothe him. “I’m alive because of you,” you tell him.

He shakes his head and you stare into his pained blue eyes. Suddenly your whole body relaxes and you stand without conscious thought. When you step forward he slips back, moving between the blink of your eye. You shift towards him and he moves away from you, a dance that continues until his back is against the wall, palms pressed flat. You only stop when you’re close enough to touch him. His pink lips curl back and you see his teeth, canines unnaturally long. A muscle in his cheek twitches and he leans forward. You feel so calm and at ease.

When you tilt your head and sigh, he presses into your space. A cool hand cups the back of your head and you feel his lips on your throat. Your eyes close, heartbeat slowing. Something sharp drags over your skin and you whimper. Suddenly, he rears back and scrambles away from you.

“No,” he says hoarsely. “No.”

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Not a Good Place

Fandom: Bad Times at the El Royale, Miles Miller, f!reader

Word Count: 2967

TW: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Reunion, Nightmares, Mentions of Drug Use, PTSD

Note: I tried changing up my writing style a little with this one. Also focused more on descriptions and "showing, not telling" so I would love to know what people think!

Finally, he managed to stammer, “Wh-what are you doing here?”

If he noticed your change in demeanor, he didn’t react to it. Instead, he simply reiterated, “You have to go.”

As Miles inhaled sharply at the sight of it, you whispered, “I needed to come and return this. I guess in the end, it was never meant for me.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll take the room farthest from the lobby if you prefer. That way I’ll keep my distance from you.”

“What do you mean? Miles…. Are you in trouble?”

“Miles-”

Staring deeply into the mirror, you wondered how things could have gone so wrong, so quickly.

Glancing up at his face, tears in your eyes, you whimpered, “Oh, Miles. What have you done?”

Without hesitation, you said, “Then I’ll stay here.”

“No!” Miles said firmly. “I told you, this place is not meant for someone like you. Sweetheart…. you were always my angel, and I will not drag you down to Hell with me.”

“I have thought about it. Before coming here, I told myself if there was even the smallest chance you still wanted me, I would take it. So please, don’t make me walk away.”

He stared at you for a moment before softly bobbing his head. “Okay…. okay.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Yes. I can’t lose you again either. Not when I know that you can still love me after everything.”

“Miles, no matter what happens, I will never stop loving you.”

Taglist: @nik2blog, @dumb-fawkin-bitch, @shirley2996, @luckyladycreator2

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