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milo was thrilled when he found out he had booked Little Shop. a new city with new faces was just what he needed in his life right now. and, unbeknownst to you both, the apartment he currently resided in was just five minutes away from your shop.

so many chances to run into each other.

with early call times, long rehearsals, and late nights spent with fellow cast mates, milo most definitely needed his morning coffee to feel some semblance of normal. and it was on his way into rehearsal when we stumbled upon the shop.

this morning, you found yourself caught in a rush. you were taking an older gentleman’s order when it happened. you heard the ringing of the small bell above the doorway. on instinct, you glance over, thinking it was just another customer. but as you took a second glance to greet him, you found it was milo. holy shit, you thought, nearly dropping the coffee of the customer as you caught his eyes.

he offered you a small smile, nodding his head in acknowledgment.

he’s even cuter in person.

after having to snap yourself out of it, you greeted him like he was any other customer. it’s the least you could do for him.

as milo patiently waited his turn, you had to mentally prepare yourself not to embarrass yourself. you saw his brown eyes scan over the menu, your stomach turning in anticipation. he was making it hard to pay attention to your work.

after servicing a nice, middle aged woman, it was milo’s turn. your heart literally skipped a beat as he took a step toward. he was clad in a simple button up and levi’s. god he’s perfect. please don’t fuck this up.

"how are you today?'" you ask in a composed but cheery tone, opposite of what you were feeling inside. you gave him your best smile.

“i’m good, thank you.” he takes a second to stare at you. he seemed surprised at the question. you felt small under his gaze as you smoothed out your apron, a nervous tick you’d picked up since working here. he was gorgeous.

“what can i get for you?” you gather yourself, a smile still on your lips. his eyes linger on you for a second longer before answering. “um how about a medium roast, with a splash of milk and three sugars please,” he offered you a smile.

a simple guy.

“easy, i like it.” you say, giving him the slightest wink.

you were mortified as soon as you let it slip. oh my god. he for sure thinks you’re weird now. you cursed internally at yourself as you typed his order into the system.

you hear him let out a soft chuckle. it instantly stopped all negative thoughts flowing through your mind. his laugh somehow made everything bad go away.

“for milo, right?” you break your silence.

his eyes meet yours, a playful smile on his face and he responds with, “yes, milo. how did you know?”. his voice was full of surprise.

not wanting to come off too creepy, you playfully lie with, “i had a hunch,”. you were thankful your customer service skills pulled through, avoiding an awkward exchange.

he laughed again. you could swear time stopped. he was gorgeous and he was here and he was standing right in front of you, laughing at your joke.

you made his drink with nerves, glancing over at him every couple seconds. he gave you a smile each time. he was so cute.

after handing him his drink, he said a simple, “have a good day, y/n.”. you thought you saw him wink. you were left speechless as he walked out the door. milo manheim knew your name.

you couldn’t help but fan girl to your coworkers the rest of the day. “and he said my name!” was repeated by you multiple times for the rest of your shift. you couldn’t believe how charming he is in real life. i mean sure, you’ve seen his interviews, but it was much different when he’s standing right in front of you. much more captivating. and his laugh was your absolute favorite.

but you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of never seeing him again. you were grateful for the interaction you had had with him, but something about him drew you in. the only thing you could do was go home to the thought of just how sweet of a human milo really is.

you weren’t scheduled to open the next morning, but your coworker made the sound of extra money and the promise of lunch on them sound too good to pass up. you, of course, picked up her shift.

the morning was slower than usual. but, of course, your regulars came in. you enjoyed days like these. it was the quiet you needed when your mind buzzed with all the tasks you had to do that week. the voices of a few customers and the soft hum of some the 1975 song was all that ran through the coffee shop. you could really love your job sometimes.

and, as it always does, the familiar ringing of the bell caught your attention as you were wiping down the counter. it was milo. you felt your heart flutter and your palms moistened. he was dressed in a simple black tee and grey sweatpants. he looked so cozy with his fluffy hair. you swore he got even more handsome.

“hey,” you say, letting the word drag out. you hoped it sounded flirty. you were more confident today and wanted to try your luck. you had spent just a little longer on your hair this morning, hoping milo would walk through those doors. you were so glad your morning self did.

“hello,” he responds excitedly. he takes off his sunglasses, wanting to see all of you. he knew what he was doing. you try to act as nonchalant as you could muster as he approached the counter. his eyes took you in, even more than yesterday.

was milo manheim checking you out?

you had to push that thought aside, reminding yourself you were here to work. as much as you wanted to check him out yourself. you couldn’t shake the feeling he gave you.

“how are you today, milo?” you say, genuinely meaning it. he felt familiar already. “i’m doing good,” he trails off for a second. he smirks as he eyes your figure. “y/n,” he finally finishes. you never knew your name could sound so pretty. you offer him a smile.

“you have a beautiful name by the way,” he adds. you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks flush. milo called your name beautiful. is this real?

“thank you,” you mumble slightly. you tilt your head down ever so slightly, embarrassed he may find you blushing.

“what can i get for you?” you break your silence. he was so good at making you lose composure.

“let’s do the medium roast again. i had to come back for more.” he says, a hint of playful in his voice. the look he gave you couldn’t help but make you think he was talking about more than just coffee.

“you got it.” you replied, matching his smirk. the tension between you was unmistakable.

and that’s how it went for the next week or so. playful remarks to each other, longing glances when you were making his coffee, and small touches as you handed him his cup that sent fire through you.

but you couldn’t let yourself humor the thought of him liking you. how could he? you were sure there were plenty of people in his life he had his eye out for. you were just some barista working in a coffee shop. there was not much special about that. you felt extra ordinary.

as much as you fawned over him, you kept your delusions to yourself. you couldn’t let yourself think that those little moments were anything to get excited for. you wouldn’t let yourself get hurt.

it’s been a week since your last opening shift. that meant, unfortunately for you, no hoping milo profess his undying love for you. it was fine though. you merely brushed off your encounters as nothing more than playful conversation. but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss milo.

it was a chilly saturday night in new york city. your plans tonight consisted of nothing more than snuggling up on your couch to watch your favorite rom-com. that was until your best friend messaged you. she had gotten tickets to the opening night of Little Shop of Horrors. she had and extra ticket and didn’t want to go alone. who were you to say no to a fun night out?

you were full of excitement on your way to the theatre. you hadn’t heard who would be playing the lead roles, you were simply along for the ride. and being with your bestie was an added bonus.

during the opening scene, you were pleasantly surprised to see Liz Gillies playing Audrey. she embodied the character perfectly as she sang across the stage. she was absolutely lovely.

then milo came stumbling out, dropping potted plants as Seymour. your jaw fell to the floor.

you had to contain yourself as you watched the show unfold. it was a treat to see milo in his element. everything about him was enchanting. you constantly found yourself looking for him, even during scenes he wasn’t in.

he was your Seymour.

it was during curtain call, when your friend informed you about stage door. your stomach was in knots at the thought of seeing milo again. you could hardly wait.

after finding your way out to stage door, you huddled close to other fans, wanting to find an escape from cold weather.

after a while, the door opened to reveal a happy milo. everyone was buzzing with excitement as milo worked his way down the line of fans. they were so polite. you could tell milo appreciated every single one of them.

you felt like throwing up as milo worked his way down to you. you guys were the last in line. you were made of nerves at this point.

it was when milo was standing in front of five fans ahead of you when he noticed you. his entire face lit up even more than it was. he waved at you hurriedly, shouting your name. he was happy to see you. you chuckled to yourself at how cute he was being. he kept sneaking glances at you as he was talking to the people beside you.

after talking for a couple minutes with the girl next to you, he was finally in front of you.

“y/n,” he drags out the last half of your name in the cutest tone ever. “hey milo,” you say, anxiety now gone. you quickly introduce your friend. she was left speechless at how familiar you two were.

“you were amazing, milo” you tell him, genuinely. a tint of red washes over his cheeks. you made milo manheim flustered.

“oh my god, thank you. it means a lot coming from you.” he responds, sincerity in his voice. even under the dim light of the street lamp, his eyes sparkle. you couldn’t get enough of him.

“can i give you a hug?” he asks, completely catching you off guard. “of course,” you say quickly.

he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, lifting you up slightly. you let out a small squeal, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. both of you in a fit of giggles.

he gently sets you down before talking to your friend. he was so attentive to everyone. you tried your hardest to gain your composure as they talked. he made you dizzy.

“thank you guys so much for coming,” he blows you guys kisses as he steps away. “i’ll see you later, yeah?” he nods at you, smirking as he walks off into the car.

your friend was left speechless as you both stood there, watching him drive off into the night. needless to say, she had lots of questions for you on the walk home.

with a little convincing of your manager, you were able to be scheduled for morning shifts from now on. you didn’t mind starting your day early if it meant you could see milo.

and see milo you did.

“the usual?” you ask milo as he walks up to the counter, excited to talk to him. “um actually,” he hesitates, hand coming up to the back of his head. “i wanted to ask you something.” his eyes are full of timidity.

“anything,” you respond, unsure of what he could possibly ask. “i wanted to know if you would like to go out with me.” he says shyly.

your heart dropped as you took in his words. in no universe were you expecting him to say that. he wanted you. and you were sure of it now. it was simultaneously the best and scariest feeling in the world.

silence hung in the air as you tried to gather your thoughts.

“you don’t have to,” he trails off, chuckling in embarrassment. “i’d love to,” you say breathlessly.

“okay,” the words escape him quick. “okay, um how about i swing by after your shift?” he says, flicking his eyes to his hands as a nervous tick.

“oh um,” you think. as much as you wanted to, you didn’t want to be seen with him in your stained work clothes. deciding to tell him what’s on your mind, you say “you don’t mind me wearing this?”

“oh, not at all!” he says, not wanting to hurt your feelings. “im just really excited to take you out if we’re being honest.” he smiles down at the ground.

he’s the sweetest.

“okay!” you exclaim. you can’t believe it.

“okay cool,” he tries to say as nonchalantly as he can, failing miserably. you laugh.

“i’ll see you later then?” he asks, walking away, light on his feet.

“yes, at 3.”

“i can’t wait”

you quickly went through your end of day routine. you were eager to be with milo. all day, you spent daydreaming about all the conversations and laughs you would have with him. you couldn’t wait to see what this had in store for you.

you were putting up your apron as milo walked in. he reminded you of a puppy, barely containing his excitement. you could so see yourself with him, no doubt about it.

“hi,” you greet him, your cheeks hurting from how hard you’re smiling. he matches you. “hi,” he says gently, pulling you in for a hug. he lingers his hands on your waist for a moment before pulling away, sending shivers down your spine. everything about him felt good.

“ready?” he asks. “for you, always.”

he grabs your hand, making sure you were okay with it before doing so. such a gentleman.

“where are we headed?” you ask as you walk out the coffee shop doors. you’d ran through every scenario during work, wondering which one milo had landed on.

“someplace that has become very important to me these past couple weeks,” he says, pondering slightly. “sounds big,” you respond, eager to see where he takes you.

you walk down familiar streets hand in hand. there was no need to fill the silence as you walked. you fell into a routine with him already. everything about you two was comfortable.

you began to recognize the buildings as the ones from opening night. was he taking you to the theatre?

before you could ask, milo had started running across the street to the small building. you laugh as you try to keep with with his long stride.

“we’re here,” he says, squeezing your hand gently as he came to a stop. you were right, you were standing in front of the theatre. “what are we doing here, mi?” you ask, not giving a second thought to the nickname. he noticed though. it made him smile.

without answering your question, he opens the glass door to the front entrance. “let’s find out,” he responds.

the familiar scent of the theatre was comforting as you walked in. as you waited for milo to follow behind you, you gazed at all the posters of the shows held there before.

milo, once again taking your hand, opened a set of doors for you leading into the auditorium. it was just as it was those few days ago, only empty.

darkness filled the room. the dark chilled you as you held on to milo’s arm for reassurance. the only light in the room came from a singular bulb, the ghost light. “watch your step,” milo says softly as you walk down the steps of the aisle.

milo stops as you reach the stage. he jumps up onto it, letting out a small grunt. offering his hand to you, you follow his actions.

you take a moment to take it all in. it was so cool to put yourself in the actor’s shoes, to see what they could see. imagining the crowd cheering you on for doing what you love most was overwhelming. you could understand why milo loves this.

“what do you think?” he asks. you turn to him, seeing him gesture to the empty aisles. he has a happiness all over his face. this is something he adores and he’s sharing it with you of all people.

“i understand why you love it.” “i knew you would.”

milo takes a seat at the edge of the stage, dangling his long legs over. you follow him.

“i thought i’d take you here to show you the most vulnerable part of me right now,” he looks over at you, offering his hand. you take it. he starts to gently play with your fingers as he continues, “i figured i’d show you all of me all at once, show you where i pour my heart out every night. i don’t want to hide from you. i thought this was a good a place as any to show you the real me.”

you couldn’t find the words. he was so good and complex and everything you wanted. “mi,” you start.

but before you could finish, milo’s hand comes up to your chin. moving it gently towards his face, he flicks his eyes from yours to your lips. you were dreaming. you had to be.

the look in his eyes was desperate, he needed you. and you weren’t going to keep him waiting any longer.

you leaned in first, bringing your hand up to find his hair. everything about him was intoxicating from his scent to his touch. he was the one to close the gap.

his lips were soft, tasting a bit like cherry. they fit so perfectly against yours, you swear you were made with each other in mind.

milo brings his hands down towards your waist, tugging you closer to him. the kiss deepened, his tongue gently parting your lips. you let out a harsh breath as you invite him in. he tasted so good.

but before it could get any more heated, milo pulled away. he put his forehead against yours. he looked at your face lovingly, memorizing every line.

he gives you one more peck before laughing gently, closing his eyes.

“what?” you ask, worried you made a mistake. did he not like it? did he only kiss you just to laugh in your face?

your worried thoughts were soon calmed by his next words, “i really like you,”. your stomach flipped. even after just kissing him, he still made you nervous.

“i really like you, too.” you respond, letting out a chuckle in relief. his eyes meet yours, hand coming up to brush the hair from your face. his touch is so gentle. “if you’d like,” he starts. “i would really love to get to know you better.”

his voice made you weak. you couldn’t believe the words coming out his mouth. you hope that you don’t wake up and realize all of this is nothing.

aware of your silence, milo continues, “i know it might all be too much too soon, but i have a feeling you’re different. and i don’t want to let you get away.”

you shut him up by wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

“is that a yes?”

it’s been a month since you and milo made it official. everything about life just feels better. no longer were you dreading going into work for another boring day.

instead, you looked forward to getting off work and visiting milo in the theatre. the cast was lovely and made you feel so welcomed. you’d wait in milo’s dressing room as he prepared for the nightly show, not wanting to impose on anyone but still being there to support your boy.

you were so happy to be apart of it.

it was another one of those thrilling nights before milo went on stage. after greeting everyone throughout the theatre, you made your way through a dimly lit hallways, now recognizing the twists and turns.

you paused at a door labeled “Seymour”, it made you smile every time you saw it. you turn the knob, gently knocking as you pushed open the door. milo should be waiting for you.

as you swing open the door, your eyes immediately find milo’s. he was in costume. he looked so cute with glasses. you always tell him his eyes sparkle even more.

“hi, hon,” he says, opening his arms for you. he was sat in front of his mirror. “hi,” you say, a smile creeping on your lips. you gently close the door and made your way over to him.

as you walk across the room, a bouquet of red roses catches your gaze. they were sitting on the small table in the corner of the room. assuming they were addressed to milo, you brushed it off, opting to ask about them later.

you lean down to kiss his head before sitting down on his lap. his arms instinctively wrap tightly around your waist. he breathed you in before saying, “i’ve missed you,”.

you bring your head to lay on his shoulder. “i’ve missed you more,” you kiss his neck softly before continuing, “today’s been a long day.”

“i have something for you to make it better,” he says in his softest voice. it always brought you so much comfort.

“hmm?”

he nudges your leg, signaling you to stand up. you do as your told, excited to see what milo has for you. after milo stands up, he grabs your hand and guides you across the room and over to the roses.

“they’re beautiful, mi. who are they from?” you ask, your head resting on his shoulder as you admire the dozen.

“me.” he responds simply.

looking up at him, you stare confused.

you lean into his touch as his hand comes up to graze your cheek. “i got them for you,” your heart swells at his statement.

“why?” you ask, thinking you did nothing in particular. “as a thank you. you’ve made this all so much more special.” he gestures to everything.

“oh, mi.” you say, your hands coming up to cover your face. he takes you in his arms saying a simple, “thank you.”

you turn to mush as you stare at the flowers. you pull away from milo, finding a small, white card placed between the flowers. you reach your hand out to grab it.

on it, the words scrawled in milo’s handwriting read,

spending half an hour lost in milo's beauty, you found it hard to tear your gaze away. he looked so pretty as the rays of sunshine poured through the sheer curtains, all his brown and gold undertones accentuated. you weren't sure you could love anyone more.

after working up the courage to leave his sleeping figure, you gently slipped from his grasp. you made sure to be as quiet as you could, wanting your lover boy to get as much rest as he deserved.

it was when you were sitting on the couch mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you caught sight of him. milo, clad in sweats and a hoodie, with his favorite throw blanket wrapped around his lanky frame. you couldn't help but smile to yourself as you saw his curls peeking from the blanket every which way. there was something so innocent in the way he looked, so boyish and precious.

"hi," you say softly. it was simple, but that was all that was needed to meet his sleepy grin. “hi,” he responds back, voice dripping with sleep.

you open your arms, hands signaling to him to plop down on your lap. without hesitation, milo does so. the smell of faint cologne and shampoo hits your nose as he lays his head on your lap. everything about him was perfect.

“what did you wanna do today, mi?” you ask, your hands immediately finding his hair. he had rested his eyes and soon as he laid down on you. his eyelashes looked so delicate against his cheeks. you could spend forever counting them.

with his eyes closed, he softly responded with “absolutely nothing,”. a smile crept upon your face. he matched you.

you needed to wake your sleepy boy up before he could think of what he wanted to do today. you gently shifted him, bending down until your head reached his. you felt his breath tickle your cheeks as you lay about one thousand kisses on him.

“okay i’m up, baby.” he says, chuckling softly. his eyes open slowly, bringing his hands up to rub the sleep from his eyes. you could cry at how precious he’s being.

his hand comes up softly to your face, gently grazing it. you’ve spent countless night missing his touch. you’ve longed for it, and you were happy you finally had it.

“i miss you” he says, his eyes becoming more serious. his look made your heart skip a beat. he knew exactly what to say to take your breath away. “i’ve missed you, my love.” you respond, voice full of admiration.

the gentle pitter patter of the rain against the large windows finally catches your gaze. you turn to your lover boy and simply say “it’s raining,”

he sits up excitedly, no trace of sleep in his eyes due to the idea of the sudden change of weather. he turns to you with a cheeky smile, “ i know what we could do.”

milo sits up, the fluffy blanket falling off his frame. you were none the wiser about his next step.

he offers you a gentle hand. you reluctantly stood up from your cozy spot on the couch and took his hand, wanting to just be lazy with your handsome boy.

“what are you up to, mi?” you ask, your eyes squinting slightly at him playfully. you couldn’t help but smile at him.

he flashes you that charming smile of his, the one that makes your stomach flip. he’s always so playful, always keeping you on your toes.

milo quickly guides you through the layout of your shared home, the place you adore most because of him.

milo stops at the back door, excitement evident in his face. “are we-“ you start. he cuts you off by opening the door wide, proud of his next thought. “follow me,” he says slightly under his breath. grabbing your hand harder, milo leads you down the short stone path that leads to your backyard.

stepping outside, the gentle flutter of raindrops hit your skin. the cold droplets are a welcoming feeling against the sticky humidity that surrounds you.

milo tugs his hoodie off of his fluffy curls. he turns to face you, raindrops quickly soaking his hair. he looked so cozy. and as his deep brown eyes bore into yours, you couldn’t help but smile at him.

finally breaking the silence, you say “what are we doing out here, mi?”. looking up at the sky, you flinch as you try to look at the grey overcast, raindrops hitting your face.

pulling your now drenched hair away from your face, milo draws your attention back to him.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispers. you watch as the words leave his mouth, sounding even sweeter as your gaze catches his lips. flicking your eyes up to his, you find you breathing become labored.

milo slides his hands over your arms, and you feel yourself turn into a puddle underneath his touch. gently grabbing your hands, he drapes each arm over his broad shoulders. linking your fingers behind his head, you give him a shy smile. his hands glide over your torso, the familiar feeling never failing to make you shudder. his calloused hands stop at he small of your waist, fitting just right. his touch is addictive.

milo begins to hum a familiar tune as you rest your head on his chest. the rain envelopes you both as you gently sway. the vibration of milo’s voice soothes you; the song you shared your first kiss to all those years ago. he’s such a lover boy.

nothing in the world mattered right now but you and him. and you wished it stayed that way.

the sounds of rolling thunder echo through the sky, making you jump at the sudden noise. your body tenses, but soon finds solace in milo. your body automatically finds ease as milo wraps his arms tighter.

the rain now pelts against your skin as the harsh gusts blow around you. yet still, milo makes you feel safe. “it’s okay, baby, let's head inside,” he says gently as a flash of lightning catches the corner of your eye. he hurries you inside, a slight giggle leaving your mouth. reaching the warmth of the house was just as comforting as milo’s touch.

as soon as you turn to lock the back door, milo’s hands are on you, eager. he has no trouble finding the hem of your shirt, his fingers burning against your skin.

“mi, what are you-” you start to question as his soft lips silence you. this kiss was just intoxicating as the first. leaving you in a haze, milo reluctantly pulls away from you, a shit eating grin upon his lips.

after watching the video for the third time, you quickly turn off your phone and stand up from your place on the couch. “milooo,” you drag in a sing-songy voice. he was busy doing laundry this lazy sunday morning.

your boy, always so helpful.

he has just gotten back from toronto. two months of filming was grueling for him, as it meant being away from you. so when he got back two days ago, he was over the moon about the thought of holding you in his arms again. and so many kisses were exchanged since that friday.

“cominggg,” he responds, almost in the same tone as you. you can hear the patter of his socked footsteps against the hardwood. you chuckle as you hear them gradually speed up.

he nearly stumbles over himself as he rounds the corner, ready to get whatever you need. this was his usual response whenever you would call his name from another room, always ready at the drop of a hat. and he couldn’t make you happier.

“what’s up, baby?” he asks, concern both in his voice and on his face. his eyes say so much without saying anything.

as soon as milo reaches you, his hands instinctively land on your waist. he eyes your lips. it was second nature to kiss you after coming up to you.

but you turn your head just before his lips reach yours. the gentle peck instead lands on your left cheek.

he pulls back quickly, immediately searching your face for any discomfort. your eyes can barely look at his as you try to stifle a laugh. you could only imagine the confusion on your cutie’s face.

trying not to give it a second thought, he asks “what do you need, hun?”. his voice drips with longing. he makes you utterly weak.

what you were about to do would be just as painful for you as it is for him.

“kiss me.” you reply simply.

the smile on his face was unlike any other. god this was gonna break your heart.

milo, as eager as ever, very quickly puckers his lips and looks down towards yours. he leans in, and once again, you turn your head to the right. the small kiss makes you smile as you pull away from him. his eyes are full of sadness now. he goes in for another, but this time you look up to the ceiling.

you couldn’t help but finally let out a laugh. all milo could manage was a breathy “what are you doing?”. his voice had just the slightest bit of annoyance now. that was definitely unusual for him.

he takes another second to look at you. his face is full of all the confusion in the world as he scans your face. you go to let out another cheeky laugh, but are quickly cut off by his pink lips.

it’s a deep kiss, like he’s putting everything in him into it. those two months of being away from you are coming out even more than the day he got back. you didn’t think that was possible.

his tongue gently touches yours. he tasted lightly of the coffee you two had shared earlier this morning. he breathes you in as his grasp becomes firmer around your waist.

you try to pull away from him, ready to spill your secret, but his hand trails up and reaches the back of your head. and you don’t fight it as you sink into him. he was so yummy.

it took a couple seconds until milo pulled away from you. his hands held your face softly. but the look on his face was something different this time. it was hungry. for you.