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miles fairchild x reader

pt 4/5?

warnings: pretty much the same as the other chapters!!

an:

hi!! part 4 is a bit more intense and definitely more charged, but still focused on the tension and closeness between them. things start to shift here a little. hope you enjoy 🖤

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the moment we slipped back inside, the house felt too warm compared to the rain. water dripped off both of us, pooling on the floor, clothes clinging to our skin. miles shut the door quietly behind us, breath still uneven from the storm—or maybe from the way we couldn’t stop touching each other out there.

he looked at me, soaked, flushed, chest rising and falling, and something in his expression shifted—sharper, hungrier, but still soft around the edges just for me.

“you’re making a mess,” he murmured, voice low as he stepped closer.

“so are you.”

he smirked, but it disappeared the second he grabbed my waist and backed me gently against the nearest wall. his forehead pressed to mine, his breath warm against my lips.

“you have no idea how hard it was to stop out there,” he whispered, fingers sliding under the hem of the wet hoodie i was still wearing, his hoodie, thumb brushing warm skin. “you were… god, you were killing me.”

my breath caught, and he grinned at the reaction like he’d been waiting for it.

“miles…”

he kissed me before i could say anything else—slow at first but tightening, deepening, his hands flattening against my hips, pulling me into him. my fingers slid up his soaked shirt, tracing the lines of his chest underneath, and he let out a quiet, unsteady breath against my mouth.

the storm outside kept roaring, but in the hallway all i could hear was our breathing, our wet clothes brushing as we pressed closer, his lips moving against mine like he couldn’t get enough.

“come on,” he said softly, tugging my hand.

we moved quickly, quietly, dripping water behind us as we slipped into his room. he closed the door, not all the way—just enough to make the space feel ours, private, warm despite the storm still shaking the windows.

the second we were alone again, he was on me—kissing me like the rain had just been the warm-up, like he’d held back outside and didn’t want to anymore.

his hands slid up my sides, over the hoodie, fingers tracing the shape of me like he was learning it. i pushed his wet hair back from his forehead, and he leaned into the touch like he couldn’t help himself.

“you’re trouble,” he breathed against my jaw.

“you dragged me outside in a thunderstorm,” i whispered back, tugging him closer. “i think you’re the trouble.”

he laughed softly, kissing down the edge of my cheek, slow enough to make my knees go weak.

“maybe,” he murmured, lips brushing my skin, “but you’re the reason i can’t think straight.”

he guided us toward the bed, hands never leaving my waist, his lips finding mine again—soft, hungry, careful, all at once. we fell onto the mattress together, clothes still damp, breaths tangled, bodies pressed close in the dim room.

nothing rushed. nothing careless. just warmth, hands exploring in slow, innocent lines, lips brushing in longer, deeper kisses that left my heartbeat loud in my ears.

“you okay?” he whispered, thumb brushing my cheek.

“yeah,” i whispered back. “more than okay.”

his smile softened, rare and real.

“good,” he breathed, leaning in again, “’cause i’m not ready to stop.”

and neither was i.

miles fairchild x reader

pt 3/5

warnings: mild intimacy, making out (no tongue), rain/storm setting, emotional closeness, physical affection, soft tension

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an:

part 3!! this one leans more into the quiet, intimate side of things—still rainy, still soft, still very much miles being miles. i wanted it to feel slower and more focused on the closeness and tension between them rather than anything big happening.

i had a lot of fun writing this part and i’m really happy with how it turned out. thank you for reading, whether you’ve been here since part 1 or just found it 🤍

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the rain didn’t let up—it only got heavier, sheets of it blurring the garden lights and turning the whole yard into a silver blur. flora was gone, the door clicking softly behind her, and suddenly it was just us again. the dark. the storm. the cold. and him—standing so close his breath warmed my lips.

miles let out a slow exhale, almost a laugh, almost something else.

“she really has the worst timing,” he muttered, brushing wet hair back from his forehead.

i stepped closer, water dripping from my eyelashes, hoodie plastered to my skin. “we can… pick up where we left off,” i said softly.

his eyes flicked down to my mouth—slow, deliberate, like he was trying to control something sharp inside him.

“yeah,” he breathed, “we can.”

he slid his hands around my waist again, fingers warm even through the soaked fabric. he pulled me into him, bodies touching fully now, rain running down both of us. his hoodie on me was so wet it clung to every line of his frame where i pressed against him.

miles dipped his head, kissing me again—deeper than before but still slow, like he was trying to memorize the moment. rain slid between our mouths, cool on my skin, warm where his lips moved against mine. one of his hands came up, cradling the back of my neck, thumb tracing slow circles that made my breath catch.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured against my lips, voice low, almost shaky in a way i’d never heard from him.

i smiled into the kiss, my own hands sliding up his chest, feeling the quick, uneven rise and fall beneath my palms.

“i think i do,” i whispered. “you’re not exactly subtle.”

miles huffed a quiet laugh, forehead resting against mine, rain running between us. he was close—so close i could feel the warmth of him even through the cold storm.

“i’m trying,” he said, voice roughened by something that wasn’t the weather. “trying to be… good. slow. not scare you off.”

i shook my head slightly, brushing my nose against his.

“you’re not. i’m right here.”

that made something in him soften, melt, shift. his fingers tightened at my waist, pulling me impossibly nearer, and he kissed me again—slower, longer, his lips lingering like he didn’t want to stop. the kind of kiss that wasn’t about heat or urgency, but about wanting. choosing. holding.

the rain drummed around us, on us, between us. the world felt narrowed to the warmth of his palms, the breath he stole from me, the way he kissed like he finally let himself need something.

i slid my hands up to his jaw, feeling the cold rain and the heat of his skin under it. he leaned into my touch like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

“you’re freezing,” i whispered.

“yeah,” he said, nudging my nose with his softly, “but you’re warm.”

his voice went quieter, almost tender in a way he’d never admit out loud.

“stay out here with me a little longer?” he asked.

“as long as you want,” i said.

he kissed me again—slow, careful, with that kind of intensity that didn’t need anything more than closeness and the storm around us.

miles fairchild x reader

pt 2/5

warnings: kissing / making out, rainstorm scenes, sneaking around, mild angst, lots of fluff (maybe slight smut..????), teasing + flirting, chaotic behavior, in-character miles (soft for reader), found family vibes, flora being flora, ms. kate trying her best.

a/n: so… here’s part two. i actually already have this whole fic written out in my notes, i just kinda panicked before posting today and wasn’t sure if i should even share it 😭 the first part didn’t get a ton of attention, which is fine, but it made me feel a little weird about posting the rest.

i’m still figuring out how i want to put it all together on here, so i’m just taking it slow. this part ended up softer and rainier than i meant, and for some reason flora keeps catching them… like constantly. i guess that’s just her energy.

anyway, if anyone is reading this, thank you. i’m mostly just posting it because it’s been sitting in my notes forever and i kinda want it out in the world. <3

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the storm got worse as the night went on—rain hammering the windows now instead of tapping. the house felt too still, too awake somehow, like it was holding its breath. miles had been pacing a little, restless in that way he always was when something inside him felt too loud to keep contained.

i was still in his hoodie—he’d given up pretending he minded—and he kept glancing at me like i was the only solid thing in the house.

he stopped suddenly, eyes flicking toward the window, then back to me.

“come on,” he said quietly, that mischievous tilt to his voice. “let’s get out of here.”

“in this?” i asked, pointing toward the downpour.

he grinned, grabbing my hand. “exactly in this.”

we slipped out of his room and down the hall, quiet as we could. the house moaned under the wind, but otherwise it was silent. miles pushed open the back door, and the cold rain hit us immediately—sharp, wild, waking.

we stepped outside, and it felt like the world shrank to just darkness, rain, and him. his hair was already dripping, hoodie clinging to his shoulders, but he didn’t seem to care.

“you’re insane,” i laughed, though my voice was already softening around him.

“you like that about me,” he replied, stepping closer, rain running down his cheekbones. “don’t pretend you don’t.”

i rolled my eyes, even as my heart thumped harder. “maybe. a little.”

miles smirked, that slow, knowing one that always made my stomach flip. he lifted a hand to my cheek, thumb brushing away rain—or maybe he was pretending it was just rain so he didn’t have to admit he was touching me on purpose.

“you’re freezing,” he murmured.

“so are you.”

“yeah,” he said, leaning in, “but i don’t mind if it’s you.”

his forehead touched mine first, gentle despite the storm. the rain pattered against us, loud and wild, but his voice stayed low.

“i’ve wanted to do this all night,” he admitted.

before i could tease him about that, he kissed me—soft at first, barely there, just warm breath and cold rain. no rush, no push. just his lips moving against mine like he’d memorized the shape of them long before he got the courage to try.

his hands slid to my hips, pulling me a little closer, and i curled my fingers into the front of his soaked hoodie, tugging him down again. another kiss—firmer this time, but still slow. still careful. still him.

the storm felt distant. the house felt miles away. it was just us.

until—

“miles?”

we both froze.

flora stood under the doorway, blanket wrapped around her shoulders, eyes wide but not frightened—more… confused. curious. the way she always looked at us when she caught something she wasn’t meant to see.

miles huffed a small laugh under his breath, pressing one last quick kiss to my cheek before pulling back.

“go back inside, flora,” he said gently, not sharp like he was with everyone else. “you’ll catch a cold.”

she looked between us, then smiled in that eerie almost-too-knowing way she sometimes had.

“you two are being very strange,” she said simply.

miles rolled his eyes. “yeah. that’s kind of our thing.”

i squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back—warm despite the rain, steady despite everything.

flora padded back inside, leaving the door cracked open. miles looked at me again, rain dripping off his lashes, breath warm against the cold air.

“where were we?” he asked, voice low.

i laughed, stepping closer, brushing a raindrop off his jaw.

“i think you remember.”

“good,” he whispered, leaning in once more, “because i’m not done with you yet.”

miles fairchild x reader

warnings: kissing / making out (pg-13), rainstorm scenes, sneaking around, mild angst, lots of fluff, teasing + flirting, chaotic behavior, in-character miles (soft for reader), found family vibes, flora being flora, ms. kate trying her best.

pt 1/5 ( i lowkey have this whole fic finished… it’s just been sitting in my notes app)

a/n:

hi uhm okay soooo this is my first post on here and i literally have no idea how tumblr works yet lol. i’m still trying to figure out tagging and formatting and all that but i wanted to post this anyway because i kept thinking about this miles fairchild scenario and it kinda… spiraled into a whole thing??

anyway pls be nice i’m new 😭 if the spacing is weird or the tags are wrong just pretend you didn’t see it. i hope you guys like it even a little bit, i had so much fun writing it and i might make more if people actually enjoy it?? idk we’ll see lol

okay that’s it i’m gonna go hide now bye 💀💗

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the house was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt heavier than it should. rain tapped softly against the windows, but inside miles’ room, the shadows and dim light made everything feel warmer than the storm outside suggested. i was sprawled across his bed in his hoodie—he’d grumbled when i borrowed it, but he didn’t protest too hard when i insisted it was more comfortable than mine.

miles was leaning against his dresser, guitar in hand, strumming lightly. his brows were drawn together, the way they always were when he was thinking or lost in some private frustration—but when he noticed me watching, there was a subtle softening in his eyes.

“you look ridiculous,” he said, voice low and teasing, “like some… cozy potato.”

i smirked, nudging him with my shoulder. “ridiculous, huh? that’s the best you can do? really setting the bar high.”

he smirked back, ignoring the jab. “i’m just stating facts. you’re like… dangerously soft. could make someone do terrible things.”

“oh yeah?” i said, grinning. “like what? murder? arson?”

miles leaned in, eyes glinting, his smirk widening. “worse. you might make me say dirty things i normally wouldn’t. verbal crimes, stuff that could make your cheeks hot without touching you.”

i laughed, tugging the hoodie tighter around me. “sounds dangerous. are you… practicing on me?”

“maybe,” he murmured, taking a step closer. “could be educational. you’ll thank me later.”

i rolled onto my side, letting my head rest against the pillow, watching him. “i highly doubt it. you’re terrible at being subtle.”

“i don’t do subtle,” he said softly, strumming a chord and letting the note linger. “but i am good at… this.” he leaned down slowly, brushing his lips against my temple. “keeping you safe, keeping you warm, keeping you… mildly terrified with words alone.”

i shivered slightly, though whether it was the hoodie, the rain, or him, i wasn’t sure. “mildly terrified, huh? sounds like a skill.”

“it is,” he said, tilting his head. “you’re my favorite subject. you… i don’t know, you’re… softer than anyone i know, but still… dangerous.”

i laughed softly, letting myself nuzzle against his shoulder. “i’m soft, huh? careful. you might get addicted.”

“addicted?” he whispered, brushing a hand over my hair. “already am. i can’t stop teasing you, looking at you… thinking about all the stuff i could say if i weren’t trying to be… nice.”

i let out a laugh, turning to face him. “oh? really? and what kind of stuff would that be?”

he smirked, leaning close, the faintest touch of his lips brushing mine. “stuff that would make your cheeks hot, make you squirm, make you realize just how… terrible i am. and how much you secretly like it.”

i flushed but tried to keep my grin. “secretly, huh? dangerous.”

“exactly,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to my jaw, then whispering in my ear, “but don’t worry… i’ll be nice. mostly. until you can’t resist me anymore.”

i laughed quietly, letting myself sink against him. “you’re impossible.”

“and you love it,” he murmured, brushing his lips softly over mine again. “admit it.”

“i… might,” i breathed, smirking despite myself. “a little.”

“that’s all i get?” he teased, eyes sparkling with mischief. “that’s not nearly enough for someone like me.”

i giggled, pressing closer into him, letting the warmth of his hoodie and the small space we shared feel like its own world. miles, broody and sharp for everyone else, was soft with me—playful, teasing, and just a little dangerous in the best way.

“and i’m supposed to be scared of you?” i whispered, brushing a hand over his chest.

“not scared,” he said, brushing my hair back. “excited. curious. and maybe… a little worried you’ll start teasing me back and ruin my reputation.”

“i plan to,” i said, grinning. “careful… you might get more than you bargained for.”

miles chuckled, dropping the guitar on the bed and leaning closer, letting his hand rest over mine. “good. i like a challenge.”