The 100 Oneshots: (including LGBTQ+)

Farm Station Nation

<MILLER>

Background- S6, when Wonkru lands on planet Alpha. Your character and Miller poke around a bit and good off.
Character- Harper's sister, Hailey

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"Anyone got anything better than 'we're back, bitches'?" Miller asked humorously.

Clarke and Bellamy kept their expressions placid and unwavering, but I couldn't help letting out a chuckle at Miller's poke at Octavia.

He was funny, and kind, and smart, and frankly, everything I wanted. He just didn't know that. Yet.

With the black gun strapped across he back, he leapt out onto the grass and trudged forward, pushing past plants and shrubbery to explore the new planet.

His tight leather shirt retrained his movements, so when he tried to hold up his hand to signal us to stop, his muscles ripped the fabric a bit and the shirt made a small rearing sound.

Casually, Miller glanced down at the spot and grunted in annoyance. He dropped his arm so it was lower at his side and angrily muttered, "this is leather. How does leather just rip like that?"

The others trudged past us as Miller dropped his gun to patch up his sleeve. The only two people who remained were me and him.

Tragic.

I stood there dumbly, with my arms plastered to my sides and my head hanging low, unsure of what to do. Well, first thing was first: repair the sleeve. Thankfully only one side was damaged. If I had to look at his constricting bicep for more than a few minutes, I might just burst.

I gathered up the much needed confidence and walked over to him. Miller glanced up with a curious expression as I reached out a hand to him.

"Let me latch it up," I offered genuinely. Miller's warm, brown eyes scanned over my face, and determined I was being sincere. Upon that realization, he nodded a sort of acknowledgement, and put his hands across his body to grasp the ends of his shirt.

I gaped at him as he pulled his thin shirt over his head, revealing toned abs in a rich shade of almond.

The sun reflected off the hard muscle and shook me to the very core. Miller? Sweet, gentle Miller had the body of the gods? Unbelievable.

Miller caught my obvious staring and laughed quietly to himself as he chucked his shirt aside. "Never seen a dude before?" He asked shyly, but with an undertone of humor.

I loosened up a bit and laughed. I felt my eyebrows pinch together when I laughed, and my nose scrunched up. Something I was insecure about.

I immediately stopped. I had been told that was unattractive, the way my face got all pinched when I laughed too much. He might think the same.

The laughter died as my smile faded. Miller noticed as I stopped abruptly and came closer. I could feel the heat radiate off his body like the sun, and it kept drawing me in, so close, so incredibly close that I could smell the thin layer of sweat that coated his brow.

With dreamy eyes, he peered into mine and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"

No. He was too loving, too sweet to apologize. I shook my head vigorously. It wasn't his fault, and he should know that.

"No, Miller, it's not that. It was funny, no really it was," I made my voice sound more genuine when he gave me a skeptical glance. "It's... me. Just forget about it. You didn't do anything wrong, it's just me being an idiot, don't worry abou-"

Miller's hands closed around my jawline and he stared intently into my eyes. His eyebrows came closer as he adamantly drilled into my brain these words: "don't be sorry."

I felt myself tearing up. Just those three words had the power to make me feel like I was enough, and that I didn't need to put my happiness on hold because of something someone else said.

"Don't be insecure- is that what this is about?" He asked fervently.

I nodded and closed my eyes so he wouldn't see the tears fall slowly down my cheek.

Miller threw his head back and sighed. "Who said this to you?"

I kicked my head up and opened my tear stained eyes. The rims were red and my pupils quickly became dilated as he comforted me.

"Uh-" I wracked my brain, trying to remember specific names. There were so many, it was hard to recall who said what nasty things to me. "Just... boys in general." I sniffed and offered him a sad smile.

Upon seeing his upset face, I looked away. Shame on me, I shouldn't have let my guard down. Pretty pathetic, he must think me so weak.

"Curse them."

What was that?

"You are beautiful, you hear me?"

There it was again.

"Hey, look at me."

This time there were hands around my face, cupping my jaw and tilting my head upwards to see into a pair of dark brown eyes.

Miller.

"I can't believe you listen to them. They're all wrong, all of them! I never told you, but I love the way your nose scrunched when you laugh. That's how I know it's real. You're so genuine. No one else is as kind or as sincere as you, and you make me fall in love with you everyday because of that."

Butterflies swarmed in the pit of my stomach. My heart began to rush unsteadily as the words soaked in. Did he just confess his love for me? About time... well, looks like it's about time I do too.

"Thank you, Miller," I thanked him as a tear dropped from my eyelid. "You're the only person who's ever loved me for me. And I- that's why you're special to me."

I cousins being myself to say it, not yet. Did I love him? I don't know, and I don't want to tell him something I don't even know I feel.

Miller didn't seem to mind. He smiled and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Take your time. If you're not ready to love me back, that's okay. Just don't keep me waiting too long," he joked.

My heart fluttered and then melted. How could anyone deserve him? I knew I certainly didn't. But then again, maybe I was wrong.

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Thanks for the request! This one was fun to write bc I love to imagine what it would be like if Miller were straight (don't get me wrong him and Jackson r one of my favorite ships, but the idea is neat) he would get all the ladies.😇😇
Will be tackling some older requests soon. Sorry for the long wait! Enjoy guys!