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No One Wants 2 Be Alone

Summary: Boris just needs to think, not have you taking up what little space he has Tw: !!Domestic Violence/Abuse Mentioned!!

Boris wondered how he had got to this point, sitting alone. He pushed a hand through his hair and sighed. He couldn't believe that he had ended up in this predicament. Yet, here he was, alone again. Maybe this was how his life was supposed to be. He always knew he was destined for loneliness.

It was... predictable for a man like him. There was nothing likable about him. He was just an asshole. And a part of him hated that he had been one to you. While Boris liked you- Well, like is a strong word- tolerated you, he could sometimes have 'moments' around you. He didn't mean to blow up or be mean to you, but sometimes being around you in those times just made him explode. Just like today.

It had only happened a few hours prior. He had just gotten into it with his father, so he decided to head to the park. He felt at peace there, because no one was ever there. Nobody would spend there time at a park when there was more fun things to do. Well- Expect you.

"Boris?"

He turned towards the familiar voice and sighed when seeing you. Like previously stated, he didn't hate you- But you weren't someone he wanted to see. Maybe he didn't want you to see him vulnerable and think of him as less manly. But why would he care how you saw his masculinity?

"Are you okay?"

He turns away from you as you take a seat on the swing next to him. He doesn't look at you, deciding that he'd rather you just leave him alone.

"I ran into Theo."

Of course you had. Why would he be surprised? You probably talked to each other about him behind his back. He didn't expect either of you to truly like him- But... he was to blame for this anxiety and fear of people hating him.

"He said you got into a fight with your dad."

He finally looks at you, angered that you would even mention it. How dare you talk about his home life. "It's none of your business."

"Yeah... I guess..." You looked away from the male, feeling intimated by his glare. "You know... It's not okay-"

"Don't."

You frown, but understood. Being in the same predicament, you could understand his distrust and distance from such things.

"Okay... Um, but you know, if you ever want to talk-"

"I don't."

"Alright. I get it."

"Do you?" He tilts his head. His accent almost made it sound like he was joking, but you knew he was being condescending.

Men liked to do that to you- Where they had some level of superiority over you for whatever reason. You didn't understand it. In fact, it kind of hurt and while you understood his 'offish'- ness, it didn't stop you from being upset by his words. Of course you understood, but he didn't need to know that... When that thought entered your mind, you realized you had no right to know his story.

"Okay. Yeah, I get it. You know if you want to be alone," You stand up, "I'll leave you alone. But... No one wants to be alone."

"I do."

You frown. "Okay. I'll leave you alone."

And leave him alone you did. When he realized he was alone, it really brought him down. Maybe he shouldn't have pushed away. Maybe you were right, though he'd never tell you that... But, did he really want to be alone?

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Im begging, what did miles wrote into the reader's english notebook..😔

Sorry for the late response, but here you go-

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓈𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒹. 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹? 𝒲𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎?

ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴇ. ᴍʏ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴅɪɢɢɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ

sǝʎǝ lnɟuıs ɹıǝɥʇ ɹoɟ ʎʇʇǝɹd oʇ ǝɹ,no⅄ ˙noʎ ʇɐ sʞool ʇɐɥʇ ǝuoʎuɐ ɟo pɐǝɥ ǝɥʇ ɥsɐq oʇ ʇuɐʍ I

|ɘɘᎸ ɘm ɘʞɒm uoʏ ʏɒw ɘʜƚ ɘƚɒʜ I

ᵢ wₐₙₜ ₜₒ ₕᵤᵣₜ yₒᵤ

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

į ʂҽҽ վօմ ąӀӀ էհҽ էìʍҽ. Ӌօմ çąղ'է հìժҽ ƒɾօʍ օմɾ ժҽʂէìղվ

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Miles Fairchild Headcanons

What a little weirdo

He's unpredictable and emotional, making it hard for you to know what to say around him

You just tried to stay out of his way and your head down

But you couldn't avoid him forever

You ended up bumping into his back while in the halls and you weren't paying attention. Nothing could describe the fear you felt when he turn around and gave you the nastiest glare known to man. You quickly grabbed all your things and skedaddled away. You were in such a rush, you didn't realize you had left one of your notebooks behind. It was your English one, the only class you shared with him- What a fucking coincidence.

He thought about burning it, for fun. But then he thought about tearing the pages and throwing them at you in class, but the thought quickly bored him

He decided that giving it back to you would be the funniest option because it would bother you if he just gave it back. Maybe he could write a freaky note to freak you out? Oh, the thoughts start to plaque his mind how he can fuck with you

You go to your English class and see a notebook on your desk. It was YOUR notebook. Someone had put it there... But who? You looked around the room, but no one was there

You shrugged it off and put down your stuff

Miles watches you closely in class, waiting for you to open the notebook, but you never do

Maybe it's for the best, because you'd probably freak if you saw what he wrote

He sure does want to be there when he sees your reaction

Imagine his joy when seeing you open your notebook to take notes and your eyes widen, before quickly shutting your book

Oh, you were just full of emotions, huh?

He liked that

He knew he was going to have fun with you. H couldn't wait to see how many other reactions he could get out of you

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Yandere! Boris Pavlikovsky Headcanons

TW: Suicidal Thoughts/Actions/Threats

You have your hands full with him

He speaks to you in a strange language that you don't quite understand

Actually- he speaks to you in multiple languages; None of which you can understand

He likes when you get frustrated

"Why can't you just speak in English?"

"What's the fun in that, doll?"

He usually speaks in another language when he either doesn't want you to understand what he's saying or when he's being vulnerable, but is also scared of you judging him, so he speaks in his native tongue. Vulnerable= Native tongue/ Wants to annoy you= Polish

You start to learn some of his words, especially the ones he uses frequently

You decide to try and at least learn native language and maybe later Polish

Imagine his surprise when you respond back to him in his language

He was taken by surprise and flustered

But then he was angry, because how long have you been able to understand him? He feels like you've made a fool out of him

You have to reassure him that was never your intention

He was still mad, but then there's a slight part of him that finds it kind of hot when you speak in Russian- Though with your American accent, it isn't perfect, but still kind of hot

He'll begin to innate conversation in Russian just to hear you speak it

^ Gets upset when you respond in English

Teaches you Russian Nursey Rhymes/Stories/and songs, just so you can repeat them to him

He doesn't have many women in his life, especially ones that care about him/look out for his better interest, so when he does something bad and you reprimand him ["You could have gotten hurt! What were you thinking??"], he's confused. You care about him? The thought never occurred to him that someone would actually care about him

He holds you extremely close to his heart

You are the only person who could hurt him and the thought scares him. You mean so much to him and he's afraid of you finding someone better

Will threaten to off himself if you ever leave. He knows it's evil, but he can't lose you. He needs you. He loves you

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Miles Fairchild Headcanons

!First post! Hope someone likes this lol [Reader is his classmate/Friend]

What an asshole

He's not nice to you, no matter who you are to him. Even if you're his friend, he still has his snippy moments

You're really nice to him, so he tries to be nicer to you

^ Though, he can't always help it

Something about you really bugs him

Maybe it's the fact he knows he can't have you, no matter how much he wants you

Every thing you do bothers him

He sees you as a pest- A leech if you will. Sucking at his blood until he's nothing

But, in reality if anyone is the parasite, it's him

He slowly ruins your life by spreading rumors about you so you're isolated from your peers

All you have is him

While he acts bothered by your presence, in reality it's what he wants

So what if you're lonely? You have him and that's all that matters

If you sink into a depression, he doesn't get it. What do you have to be depressed about? Don't you love him? Why don't you love him? He loves you. You HAVE to love him. You don't have a choice. You NEVER had a choice