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reareaotaku · 3 months

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Mary is the Girl that I wanna Fuck

Summary: As Miles' only friend, you are often put into uncomfortable positions, because he doesn't understand the difference between friends and lovers; Not when it comes to you Pairings: Yandere! Miles Fairchild x Fem! Reader Tw: Slight NSFW

You tapped your pen on the desk as the teacher droned on and on. Your eyes roamed the classroom, before they landed on your best friend, Miles. Some people didn't like Miles, but you think it's because they didn't understand him. He was just... well, different, it wasn't his fault. Or at least that's what you told yourself.

He must have felt your stare, because he turned around making eye contact with you, before smiling and waving at you. You quickly returned the gesture, before you grabbed some paper, wrote a note, put it on the floor and pushed it towards him. He looks towards the teacher, making sure she wasn't looking before grabbing the paper and opening it up.

'God, does she ever shut up? Blah blah blah... This class blows'

Miles feels a smile grow on his face. He quickly writes down a response, before tossing it back to you on the ground. He watches as you open the note, your mouth dropping, before your face turns a bright red. You looked up at Miles, seeing him thoroughly enjoying your reaction.

'Hope it isn't the only thing that blows'

If someone else were to see it, they wouldn't think too much about it, but you knew what he meant. You pushed the note in your bag, before looking back at the teacher and ignoring his knowing looks.

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As the bell rings, you hurry to get your stuff packed. You feel someone standing over you and look up to see the man of the hour, Miles. You tilt your head, giving him a knowing look. A smirk overtakes his face when seeing the knowing look.

"Really funny joke."

"Only for you."

"Haha," You sarcastically joke, before rolling your eyes. You pull your bag up to your shoulder and walk with him out of the class.

"You got any plans for the break?"

You look at him a little confused. What would you possibly do during the break? Your home was across the globe and there was no reason for you to go back home, it's not like your parents would be there. "Plans?"

"Yeah. Plans. Like, are you staying at the dorms? Or are you going home?"

"Why would I go home?"

"Do you want to come to my place?"

You were surprised by his suggestion. He had never suggested you to come visit his place, especially since his parents had died. He never like going back home, so you usually spend it at the school.

"Your place?"

He looks at you like it was the dumbest question in the world, "Yeah. That's what I said."

"I-uh um.. Wow, uh, well-"

His brows frowned at your hesitation. Did you not want to spend time with him? You always spent breaks together, even before his parents' death, so why were you now resilient. Anger grew behind his eyes, but he quickly shook it off, not wanting start a fight, because then you really wouldn't want to go.

You rub the back of your neck, before reluctantly agreeing to go to his place for the holidays and his face lit up in a way you haven't seen in months- Not since... Well, yeah.

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You don't know why you were surprised when you went over to his house, because you lived in a similar place, but it had been so long since you had been in a big home that it was kind of dysphoric.

He practically drags you around the place and showing you all around the house. He even takes you out to the stable showing you his favorite horse. A dark black horse, whose name you couldn't remember. He wanted to take you horse-back riding, but it was too cold for the horse to be out.

"Here, I want to show you my room. Oh, you'll love it- I can play some music for you." He says, his hand wrapped around your wrist as he drags you to his room, because honestly you didn't have much of a say.

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"Watch," He pulls at some of the guitar strings, showing you his hands movements, before you follow his movements. He watches you closely as you imitate his movements, but ultimately failed.

You groaned, rolling your eyes, before removing the guitar and setting it to the ground. "This is stupid."

You hear him chuckle and he grabs the arm rest of the chair, pulling you closer to him, "It's not that hard, your fingers just aren't in the right place. Do you want to try ag-"

The door opens and you quickly look over your shoulder to see who it was. It was the Nanny- well Flora's nanny, you think? You didn't know her name, Miles told you it wasn't important. She stood there, looking surprised.

"You have... uh a guest?"

You remove Miles' hands from your body, while looking away from her, feeling awkward. Miles rolls his eyes, glaring at her for ruining a great moment between you and him and she sensed that.

The nanny, Kate, senses Miles' anger and decides to be quick with what she wants to say. "Dinner's ready.... So, um... Yeah- Also, keep the door open."

"Dinner?" You look towards the window, but there was dark curtains covering it, meaning you couldn't see how dark it was. You look back at her, "What time is it?"

"Oh, it's uh..." She looks down at her watch, "10 to 9."

"God, I didn't realize how late it was-" You stand up, but Miles grabs your hand, making you look at him.

"You're staying here, remember?"

Your eyes widen, before you slowly sit back down, "Right... Holiday break.."

He looks past you, making eye contact with Kate, "You can leave. There's no reason for you to stay."

You hit Miles' arm, giving him an annoyed look, "Miles! You don't have to be rude."

"I'm not. But I can be."

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It was late now, the room nearly pitch dark, the only light from the moon. There was something about the house that gave you chills and you felt like you were being watched. You grabbed at your knees, squeezing them to your chest as you listen to all the sounds of the old house. It was one thing to sleep alone, but a whole nother thing to be alone in an unfamiliar place. You were scared...

You heard the door creak, causing you to freeze and you thought about looking towards the door, but you couldn't. You didn't want to know what was there. You heard it close and footsteps head towards you.

"I'm surprised you're still awake."

You recognized the voice; It was Miles. You looked towards him, letting out a sigh of relief. "Oh, it's just you," You put a hand on your chest, trying to calm down your breath.

"Who else would it be?"

"I don't know."

He sits on the edge of the bed, causing it to dip, before he ends up scooting towards the other side of the bed and laying next to you. "Are you okay?" He pushes some hair out of your face, giving you a worried look. "Are you scared?"

"Of what? Should I be?"

"No... Of course not." He caresses your cheek, a strange emotion swirling in his eyes, "But, do you want me to stay? Just... You know, so you're not so alone?"

"Won't that girl get mad?"

He rolls his eyes, removing his hand from your face, "Who cares what she thinks. She's just some nanny; She doesn't matter." He looks away from you while saying this, but his hand finds yours and grabs it. He then looks down at your intertwined hands, "Besides, she's not here and she'll never know. Come on... Just this once?"

"Okay... Just this once."

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finniebae · 1 month

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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

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kaylinlmao · 2 years

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could you write some yandere!miles hcs from the turning ? :)

Course! Aged up to 18

He's a possessive/overprotective yandere

He never lets you leave the property

You never have a minute without him

You like to go to parties

He doesn't

You sneak out

He finds you

You get in trouble

You do it again

He's obsessed.

You have to go home? Nope. No you don't

He even gets Flora to play with you to distract you so he can mess with your car

He loves you

A little too much

#yandere miles Fairchild #miles fairchild #miles fairchild x reader #the turning

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Miles Fairchild (4/4)

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I stirred, feeling warm as I pressed against Miles. I had never felt such strong, good emotions at the same time of such bad emotions. I felt somewhat guilty and regretful, but at the same time, it was the best night of my life. It was a rollercoaster. And now, waking up, that rollercoaster had finally come to a stop. I was completely winded, but in a pleasant way.

I nuzzled against his bare chest, eyes flitting upward to meet his peaceful, sleeping face. His hair was messier than usual, and some strands were stuck to his pale cheeks. His long eyelashes were shut firmly, and his lips looked dry from a good night’s rest.

I sat up slightly, despite how tightly his arm was wound around my chest. My body felt cold as it separated from him, and I felt rather embarrassed from the state we were in, even if Miles looked adorable. If Mrs. Grose found out…

Well, I shouldn’t think about it right now. I grabbed Miles arm and slid it off me so he was hugging his own waist instead. I sat up straight, holding the blanket to my bare chest. I gulped down the rising embarrassment, glancing around the bedroom. Strewn on the floor was our slightly damp clothes, and some dirt was trailing from the doorway. The bed was messier than usual and the lamp was still turned on, so I clicked it off.

I kicked my legs off the side of the bed, releasing a breath that was caught in my throat. My heart felt oddly tender, despite last night’s events. My gaze always returned to the sleeping boy, and I couldn’t help but think back to last night’s events.

“Calm down, Y/n! Just —"

“How fucking dare you tell me to calm down!” I shrieked, trying to push Miles away. He was holding my shoulders to the rocky shore, appearing to be very distressed. Despite his frail-seeming form, he was strong. He was straddling me to the ground while I flailed beneath him, gritting my teeth.

“It’s fine. Just breathe, Y/n. Please,” he pleaded, and I reluctantly sucked in my words. Miles had veins popping out of his lower arms, His chest was heaving and he did not look happy. “Listen, I know what it looks like. But everyone knows what that bastard did. He deserved it —!”

“That doesn’t mean you can let Mrs. Grose get away with it!” I retorted furiously, trying shove him away again. “We have to call the police —"

“Mrs. Grose didn’t do it,” he seethed, leering over me venomously. “She doesn’t have the pluck to do what’s necessary. I love you, Y/n. I relished the opportunity to strangle the life out of him. That asshole deserves to burn in hell.”

I fell silent, my knuckles growing paler from how hard I was clenching my fists. My mouth grew dry and it was like my worst nightmare had become true.

I always thought Peter Quint had made a run for it to avoid the cops. His disappearance was abrupt. And yet, everyone around me, minus Flora, acted like he deserved it. And I always found that odd, because he was a criminal. He didn’t deserve to get away.

It turns out that he didn’t. And Miles… had the hands and face of a murderer.

My mind went completely blank. I hated Quint with every fiber of my being because he hurt me and made me hate myself. And yet, he was a human being. I would’ve preferred he had just rotted in jail. And what would I do with Miles? I didn’t know what to feel —

Miles had inched closer to my face, and I could see the disparity in his eyes. Was I a bad person for still liking him? Was a murder really enough to convince me of him being a terrible person? I wanted so desperately to hate his guts, and yet I couldn’t. I was almost grateful for what he did.

“I love you, Y/n,” Miles whispered fervently. “Please… understand that.”

I gulped again, staring into his dark eyes. His grip on my shoulders loosened, and I propped myself up on my elbows slightly. My heart was beating erratically in my chest, but seemingly for a different reason now. Subconsciously, my tongue rolled over my bottom lip, causing the man to glance momentarily.

All of his anger dissolved, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. And just like that, he closed the gap, pressing his lips to mine. With one arm, I wrapped around his neck, and with the other, I pushed myself closer to him. One of his arms weaved around my waist and he pulled me into a sitting position, deepening the kiss.

Miles suddenly pulled away, eyes half-lidded and prying for more. I couldn’t help but melt under his loving gaze.

“We should get back home,” he stated, his voice hushed.

An unfamiliar feeling blossomed in my stomach and I found myself nodding, not breaking eye contact.

I blinked, just now noticing that Miles had turned on his side and was feeling beside him. His brows furrowed and his eyes finally fluttered open. He tugged on the blanket, forcing me to release a part of it. It made me feel a little more exposed, much to my shame.

Miles finally flitted his eyes open, and a tired grin braced his lips. “Good morning, Y/n.”

“Good morning, Miles,” I tittered. “You might want to get yourself back into your own room. I mean, Mrs. Grose could come in any moment and chew my ear off —"

“Stop worrying about that old hag. I’m the boss around here. If she really bothers you that much, I’ll just fire her —"

Miles sat up instantly and wrapped himself behind me, arms tightly wound around my waist. He propped his head on my shoulder, his hair tickling my cheek. I couldn’t help but lean into him, although I made sure to keep a tight hold on the blanket.

“Jesus Christ, Miles, you can’t do that,” I exclaimed, nudging him with my shoulder. “Now, scram, Miles. As… lovely as this is, I have to get to work.”

Miles growled under his breath, pulling me back into his chest. “Not on my watch,” he muttered, peppering a few kisses across the nape of my neck. As much as I appreciated the affection, I also didn’t want our newfound… relationship… getting in the way of my job. Miles may see it differently because he was a spoiled and wealthy, but I still had to earn my keep for the sake of my sanity.

I finally detached his arms, letting the blanket fall, although I used my hands as a shield. I could feel Miles staring me down excitedly, but I tried to ignore that. I dashed over to the piles of strewn clothes and tossed all but Miles into my laundry basket before sifting through my dresser. I pulled out the maid outfit, hearing Miles roll back into bed, much to my chagrin.

I looked myself over in the mirror, adjusting my outfit. I dolled myself up in the mirror, trying to clear my head. Mrs. Grose was an observant woman, so if even one behavior of mine was absent, and Miles was parading like a king, she’d know something was up. As much as she was like a mentor, she was much more a boss, and she could be terrifying when reprimanding me.

I finally exited the bathroom, seeing that Miles had fallen asleep again. I wanted to convince him to sleep in his own bed, but I knew that when the man made up his mind about something, there was no changing it. I could only hope that Mrs. Grose didn’t question his… unruly appearance if she so happened to check to wake him up.

When I was about to leave the room, I heard Miles mutter my name, and he rolled closer to the side. I withheld a worried sigh, stepping over to him. His thin hand reached out and grabbed my puffy skirt. I placed my hand on his, and he fluttered his gorgeous eyes at me.

“Are you really choosing to work, Y/n?”

“Seeing as this place would be a mess without me, yes,” I chuckled. “Just let me do your job, okay?”

Miles groaned loudly, grabbing my skirt tighter. “At least give me a kiss before you go. You’re my girlfriend.”

“Ah,” I hummed playfully. “Thanks for asking first.”

I crouched down, and he finally released me, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. I stroked his cheek affectionately before giving him a quick kiss. He leaned into it expectantly, but let out a frustrated growl when I pulled away almost instantly. Smugly, I bid him one more good morning before rushing off for my morning chores.

~~~

“My only regret is not seeing you grow up.”

“The Fairchilds are your new family. They will take great care of you.”

“I love you and always will.”

Some days, my mom’s dying words from when I made my last visit to the hospital echoed in my head. I could still hear her voice when I needed it most. Even when her head was bald, her skin was frail and thin, and she could barely stay awake, her voice was light and positive. The cancer could never take that away from her.

So, I always rehearsed what she said on off days. But the past few weeks have been getting progressively worse. I had caught some sort of illness, and I dreaded the possibilities because I couldn’t help but think…

No. We only did it once.

Once again, I was rudely woken up by my twisting and turning stomach. I dashed over to the bathroom and threw the toilet seat up, retching violently. At first, nothing came out, but after a few minutes, out can chunks of last night’s dinner. It splattered against the side.

A few minutes of vomiting later, my stomach finally settled, although a dull ache still resided. I let out a quiet sob. All of the signs pointed to the inevitable, but I didn’t want to believe it.

My period was late. This was akin to morning sickness. I was constantly peeing and constantly tired. I could barely complete my daily chores like I used to.

Maybe it was the stomach flu, though. So thank god Mrs. Grose, with all of her suspicions, called a private doctor in to visit later this morning.

I heard my bedroom door open just as I rose to my wobbling feet and flushed the toilet. I assumed Miles had entered. He’d been waking up early and being more attentive ever since I caught this mysterious illness. He already brought up the idea of pregnancy. - and was oddly excited by the prospect - but I shot him down every time. It was possible, but not like, possible possible.

I rinsed my mouth out and did my morning routine. I used a hot towel for my stomach, tucking it neatly into my pajamas, before exiting the bathroom. Lo and behold, Miles was there, sitting at the edge of my bed with his legs crossed. He was in his usual morning attire, meaning loose pajama bottoms and no shirt. Usually he would be groggy, but it was like he was getting used to waking up at a decent time.

“Again?” he questioned with a quirked brow, eyeing my stomach.

I tensed, not meeting his intensely serious gaze. “It’s… just the stomach flu. There’s no way that happened.”

A ghost of a smirk tugged at his cheeks. “Yes way, actually. All it takes is one time —"

My nonexistent temper suddenly flared, and I clenched my fists. “Shut up, Miles! It’s not possible. I told you you should’ve pulled out, or at the very minimum gone to town and bought some meds for the aftermath, but you’re the one who said it would be fine!”

Miles had a prominent frown on his face now, and sent me a stern glower. “I don’t get why you’d be so against it, anyways. It’s not like there’s a money problem —"

Anxious shivers rolled down my spine and I rubbed my forehead. “God, you’re not making my morning any better. Just get out. I don’t want to see you. Leave me alone. I’m already stressed as it is —!”

Miles suddenly rose to his feet, just as irritated. His face had grown red and he took a few steps toward me. “You don’t have to be! It’s obvious what’s going on here. It doesn’t take a genius. Are you that scared of having a future with me?”

I had so many things I wanted to say. But I knew how stubborn he was. He wouldn’t get it. As much as I wanted to believe it was a stomach flu, he was right. It was obvious. But god, I wish it wasn’t. I wish, instead of letting my emotions control me, I had been rational and prevented the situation in the first place. In fact, I shouldn’t like Miles at all. He killed someone. A bad someone, who I preferred dead, but someone none the less.

His words were enough to make guilt-stricken tears roll down my cheeks. I was angry, sad, and all that good stuff that negativity preyed on. I was stupid. I became stupid the minute I came here with my mom. Something was always going to happen between me and Miles, but clearly, nothing should’ve.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I just don’t get what the problem is —"

“Out!” I shrieked, pointing at the door. “Get out, you psycho! Leave me alone!”

Miles was visibly taken aback by my fury, and I was grateful when he stepped down from the fight. With his tail between his legs and but a glower in his eyes, he stalked out of my bedroom. That left me alone to theorize and worry until the doctor arrived, because at the very least, I didn’t have as much work to do.

I plopped onto the bed, readjusting the hot towel. I massaged my stomach with the cloth, feeling somewhat soothed. I lay back on the bed just as the bedroom door opened again. Instantly, I assumed it would be Miles, but instead, in came Flora with a tiny plate of leftovers.

“Y/n! Mrs. Grose told me to bring you breakfast,” she greeted eagerly, an adorable smile plastered to her face.

I lifted some pillows to support my back as I sat up, smiling gratefully. The girl was so innocent and sweet. Like my own little sister. “Thank you, Flora. That’s very kind of you.”

Flora giggled, handing me the plate. As I took it, she hopped onto the bed next to me. She kicked her feet in the air, her puffy pink dress bouncing on her lap. She looked at me expectantly as I fiddled with the pieces of toast before shoving one into my mouth. It tasted like toast. It was perfectly fine, although I craved something else.

“Big brother says you’re having a baby,” Flora suddenly spoke up. “Are you really? How does it work?”

My mouth went dry and I stopped chewing. I cleared my throat, replying,” Well, maybe I am. And how it works… It takes two people that really love each other —"

“Wow! I always knew Miles was in love with you. That’s so-o-o romantic,” she giggled. “It’s just like the stories mom used to read to me!”

I strained a smile. The child knew absolutely nothing about what really was going on in the household, and it was better that way. I watched as she excitedly ran off, leaving me to my lonesome. I finished my meal before setting it on my bedside table. My stomach aches had left me once more, but I preferred to wait for the doctor in peace.

Just as I was dozing off, my bedroom door suddenly swung open loudly. I jumped, being met with an unfamiliar, posh man and Mrs. Grose, who was incredibly unhappy. Miles also entered, leaning against the wall. I sat on the edge of my bed, legs kicked off. Anxiety consumed me as the doctor pulled a seat over and opened his kit.

“So, Miss Y/n, care to tell me what’s been bothering you?”

I exchanged glances with Miles. He was smug. I was terrified. I gulped, though, answering, "Well, I’ve been feeling sick every morning. I feel really tired when I do too much. I threw up again just today.”

The doctor nodded, sending me a wary glance. He clasped his hands together in his lap. “Miss Y/n, have you been sexually active?”

My heart dropped. Of course that was the first answer to run to. Everyone thought it, but it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. Mrs. Grose was staring at me with such intensity that I was about to melt there on the spot. And yet, I had to say it. I just had to.

“Well —"

“Yes!” Miles suddenly spoke up eagerly. “I’m - she - we’re dating. We’re, like, in love.”

Oh. Oh no, honey. That was the wrong thing to say. Mrs. Grose’s expression went completely blank, but when she returned to the real world, she was pissed. It was as clear as day. If not for mortal limitations, she would be ablaze on the spot from her anger. My knuckles grew pale as I stared at Miles incredulously, to which he just shrugged knowingly.

The doctor cleared his throat, sifting through the awkwardness. “Well, then, Miss Y/n. I think you know where this is going.” He began searching through his bag before pulling out a thin stick. “So, what you need to do is urinate on it and then ash it off for sanitation. The results will come in in a few minutes.”

In shame, I snatched it from him. I was completely in autopilot mode as I marched to the bathroom and did as he said. I was quick to rush out, though, not wanting to see the results. Surprisingly, Miles stole it from Mrs. Grose, who stole it from the doctor, who stole it from me. As long as I couldn’t see it, that was fine by me, though.

The passing moments were deafening. At some point, Miles clambered onto the bed beside me. Flora had also dipped into the bedroom, bugging Mrs. Grose about what was going on, although she was quickly shewed away. Miles was staring at the stick with such excitement and hope, and I almost felt bad for being so scared. After all, here he was, overjoyed at the prospect and rubbing my legs and arms while waiting for the result.

Miles eyes widened. “Hey. What does this mean? Is this the result? It’s just lines. Doctor, what does it mean?” he exclaimed, shoving the stick at the doctor.

The doctor took one glance. “Two lines means that you are pregnant, Miss Y/n. Mrs. Grose, I’m sure you’d like to talk about procedures and medical care outside —"

“Yes,” Mrs. Grose boomed, hardly containing her anger. “Let’s talk. Outside.”

Mrs. Grose was gone in a flash, and so was the doctor. That left me and Miles. He was seemingly bursting at the sees with happiness, but I… I didn’t know what to feel. My hands found themselves palming at my stomach absentmindedly.

“Y/n,” Miles called, placing his hand on my knee. “This is perfect.”

I grabbed his warm hand, squeezing it without care of hurting him, He let out a tense grunt, rearranging his hand. He pulled it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on it. My heart, which had seemingly stopped, began beating at his gentle affection. With blurry vision, I finally met his gaze. I furrowed my brows.

He was staring at me with such unadulterated adoration. His eyes were not the one of violent teenager or a murderer. They were the eyes of Miles, a sweet man who had his faults, but still treated me like royalty.

“But…” I squeaked, my voice waiving with uncertainty, "I didn’t - I’m - we’re too young… I haven’t planned at all —"

“Shh,” he interrupted softly. “Y/n, I’ve dreamed of this happening my whole life. Life will be a breeze. We have the money, we have the love, we have the time —"

“I need to work. You need to work. Life isn’t this easy, Miles —"

“I know! I know it isn’t.. I’ll take over dad’s companies. It’s that simple. I’ll work from home and all that. Things’ll work out.”

I sighed, finally casting my gaze away. Miles was a stubborn guy. He always had been. And he looked so happy. I guess… I couldn’t really take it away from him. Things wouldn’t be that different anyways, would it? Just one extra kid running around the house and my relationship with Miles being far more intimate —

The bedroom door burst open, and in came Mrs. Grose. Her face was burning red and her fists were clenched. I didn’t even get the chance to mentally prepare myself as she slammed the door behind her.

“You terrible, terrible children! Miles, you are an adult with responsibilities who doesn’t have time for being irresponsible. And you, Y/n. I cannot stress my disappointment. You have lived in the Fairchild household rent free your entire life, and yet you still intend to shun your duties and use your boss for money! As far as I’m concerned, you’re done. Pack your things —"

“How fucking dare you!” Miles suddenly shrieked at the top of his lungs. He rose to his feet aggressively, stomping closer to the woman. He was red in the face with fury, and he was staring down at her. “Get it through your thick skull, old hag. I’m the adult here. I’m your boss. You have no right to insult her —"

“I do because I have dedicated my entire life to serving your family, Miles,” she retorted with just as much of a fiery passion. “You’re insulting me by bringing shame to the household. You two aren’t even married, and yet you’re to commit such heinous crimes!”

I could do nothing but clutch my belly in embarrassment. Mrs. Grose was right. It was irresponsible and there had to be consequences. I had fully prepared myself for her blowing up. But on the other side, Miles made it easy for things to be okay. He was my shield in all this. As violent and evil as he could be, he was angel to me, and that made all the difference in influencing my opinion of him. I trusted Miles.

“You’re the one that treats her like shit,” Miles growled, suddenly pushing Mrs. Grose, causing her to collide into the wall with a gasp. Worry washed over me, although it vanished when her glare washed over me. “You act like she’s not a part of the fucking family. Like she hasn’t been my fucking soulmate since she was brought here. Don’t you dare try to take this away from me, hag, because I’m your boss. I’m in control of this house.”

Mrs. Grose scowled, closing the distance. Despite how intimidating the man was, she refused to be pushed around any longer. She shoved his finger into his chest, meeting his enraged expression. “You’re nothing but a little boy. Stop disrespecting me and stop letting your little crush control you. If you started thinking clearly, you’d want the same as me. As to fire her and let her go —"

The old woman was mid sentence when Miles arm shot out, grabbing her throat. One hand was strangling her against the wall, and the other held her shoulder in place as she writhed against him, palming at his face and chest. Her face was quickly growing pale, and the realization of what he was doing dawned on me.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, but Miles was so concentrated he was deaf to it. I jumped to my feet, pain shooting through my stomach. I noticed the door creaking open slightly, but my focus was still on Miles. The woman was growing weak.

I grabbed the back of his shirt, tugging desperately. “Miles, stop, please! What would Flora think? Let her go!”

All of a sudden, he released her, and Mrs. Grose crumpled to her knees, clawing at her throat as she clawed for air. Miles gaze was stoney as he watched the woman. My entire body was shaking with fright, but mostly concern. The argument had been blown out of proportion, and out of the corner of my eye, I knew that Flora had witnessed the entire thing.

But that wasn’t important. I finally released his shirt, bowing my head in shame. Oh, what a terrible person I was for tolerating such behavior. For loving a man like him so. I stepped away just as Miles, still panting from the adrenaline, turned to face me exasperatedly.

“Y/n, I told you everything would be alright,” he cooed, grabbing my shoulders gently.

A few tears escaped and I trembled in his hold. Mrs. Grose made her escape, taking Flora with her. Good. I shook my head, hair falling in my face like a curtain. “No, Miles, it isn’t. You’re a bad person. You almost killed her. She had a right to be angry —"

“Not at you,” he seethed. “Never at you. At me? I couldn’t give a shit. But I have a family to protect. Our family —"

“Not anymore,” I boldly declared, although my voice was reluctant. “Mrs. Grose was right. I should leave. For my own safety. How long will it be before that anger is directed at me?”

His grip tightened, and I gasped, but he pulled me into his chest. My tears stained his shirt as one hand held my waist and the other pet my hair. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, his voice muffled as he spoke. “No, Y/n, I would never. I love you. Mrs. Grose is just a bitch —"

“She’s doing her job, Miles. It’s a shit situation and if you loved me, you’d let me leave. You terrify me. I don’t care if I love you. I’m not stupid —"

“You’re not stupid for loving me!” he insisted, holding me closer. Somehow, all my fear dissolved, but I just became afraid of myself for being so forgiving. “I would do anything for you, Y/n. I’m only like that to people who deserve it. We should all just… calm down.”

“That’s rich coming from you.”

He sighed, his breath tickling my neck. I tried to pull away, but he was too strong.

“I’ll fire her. She can easily be replaced. But you could never. Especially now. Things will be easy from now on. Things will be good. Trust me, Y/n. You know I love you and you love me. Okay?”

#yandere #x reader #self insert #yandere the turning #the turning #the turn of the screw #miles fairchild x reader #yandere miles fairchild #miles fairchild #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard #yandere horror #horror #horror films

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masonyouryandereloversblog · 2 months

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Send requests im bored.

#masterlist2024/2025 #artists on tumblr #relatable #thank you #tumblr milestone #yandere black phone #miguel o'hara #yandere miles fairchild #yandere boris pavlikovsky #911 lone star #request me #masonyouryanderelover

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ein-liebloser-wanderer · 2 years

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⸸ The Turn of the Screw ⸸

(What if Miles was a yandere?)

Based on: The Turn of the Screw by Henry James, The Turning (2020)

Characters: Aged-Up Yandere Miles Fairchild, the Fairchilds, Mrs. Grose, Peter Quint and Ms. Jessel

Warning: terror and violence, yandere is its own warning

Includes: childhood trauma, death of parents, fear of loss, gaslighting, typical gothic horror themes, maybe supernatural, maybe psychological, obsession, Victorian era

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⸸ Somewhere, East of England, a grand and immense estate sits over more than hundreds of acres of land.

⸸ For generations, a family of great wealth and prestige has been residing within its walls. But for years, ever since the last Mr. and Mrs. Bly passed away, its gates had been shut from the rest of the world. Many wonder what had become of the once glamorous family, but many more worry for the orphaned children.

⸸ But it had been nearly a decade since. The little babe, the youngest of the two children, Flora, was now a young girl. The boy, her brother, the one that was only seven or eight when he witnessed his parents' passing was now a young man, soon to be the new head of the Fairchild family.

⸸ Time had moved on. It seemed that the sun is beginning to shine its light once more on the family...but it seems that the Master of the House is still trapped in the darkness.

Miles Fairchild (The Young Master of Bly Manor)

⸸ He was once a sweet child, believe it or not. Spoiled and stubborn just like his parents, but what child of a socialite wasn't?

⸸ Miles was given everything he ever wanted. If he wanted a new toy, he shall have it. A black stallion that could easily dislocate a grown man's jaw with its kick? Do not fret, the mother will be sure to nag the father until he changed his mind.

⸸ They did so out of guilt, for they believed that they had been lacking as mentors. Far often, they spent their time overseas than at home with their only child.

⸸ This flaw persisted even into his adulthood, as he was only ever surrounded by servants that had no choice but to give in to his demands lest they lose their income, and three enabling guardians, two of which were now deceased.

Really, is it still a mystery as to why he didn't take your rejection so nicely?

⸸ And another thing you must understand as a new member of the Bly Household is the Young Master's...'aversion' to loneliness, and more confusing perhaps, his revulsions towards anyone that gets too close. Let me explain...

⸸ Miss Jessel might have only been his governess, but he looked up to her as one would a dear, older sister. In the end, she abandoned him.

⸸ Then, in what Miles assumed was done out of grief and heartbreak, Peter Quint drunk himself to the point of being incapable of riding a horse. The Young Master was only just a boy, then, when he found his new father figure dead, his neck bent at a deadly angle.

⸸ Truly, he fears you would leave him like Miss Jessel did, or die just like Quint the moment he leaves you for even a second.

⸸ Then, you start saying you do not want to be here, that you could no longer bear his abuse, that you could no longer stand this place and all of its dark secrets.

⸸ Ghosts, you say? Dear, there are no ghosts.

⸸ And as harsh and stern he may be, he was not a cruel master. Ask everyone that ever met or worked for him. He never once raised his hand to hurt a living thing.

⸸ And with you spouting nonsense about Peter Quint's ghost tormenting you, and Miss Jessel pleading you to leave, no one will believe that it was him who gave you those bruises around your wrists.

⸸ And at times, even you yourself questioned if you were right. Were these bruises really from his hands? Or had you simply hurt yourself, and deluded yourself like you did those phantoms? Had it ever been his intention to make you his prisoner, or was he keeping you here out of concern for your safety?

⸸ Were you wrong to lash out on him for being concerned for you?

"It was never my intent to hurt you, Miss. I care and worry for you, I truly do. But I know that your mother is mentally ill, and I...I fear that you suffer the same affliction."

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This is more of an excuse to vent my frustrations about the movie than anything. I really liked the original, so I was hesitant to watch the movie (especially after seeing the ratings). Now that I did, I understand why. I loved the setting, atmosphere, Wolfhard, and the rest of the actors, but the ending was so disappointing.

#the turn of the screw #the turning #yandere the turning #yandere the turn of the screw #yandere miles fairchild #yandere male #yandere #x reader #gothic horror #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere scenario #yandere reimagination #yandere boy #love-eldritch

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hi girly!! I absolutely loved your yandere miles fairchild fic and I was wondering if you could write another one?

maybe where the reader (female) is a dancer and has been getting letters in her dance bag from a mysterious secret admirer (being miles) who only signs his letters using M.F. or something like that. maybe the reader then gets freaked out because he starts threatening her saying that he knows where she lives and gets really specific on things that only she would know. then maybe when she is asleep in her apartment one night he finally goes to take action and takes her with him. maybe reader wakes up because miles is caressing her face (like he did with kate in the movie) and she wakes up and he confesses who he is and then takes her?

I know this is very specific, and if you can get to this great but if not then don't worry about it.

meant to be - m.f

pairing(s): miles x reader

summary: your secret admirer took the first step in confessing, but you wanted nothing to do with him.

a/n: hey babe ty for requesting!! 💕💕💐 + sorry 4 making you wait!! ☹️☹️

wc: 1.4k+

It's now eight at night and you're beyond tired. Dancing constantly nonstop exhausts your body, but you need something to take your mind off what was going on. The whole situation was creeping you out. The letters you would find after packing was the cherry on top in making you hurl. The one from yesterday was the worst so far.

To the angel of my dreams,

Y/n, you don’t know how much I wanted to fucking kill that man for even talking to you. To make matters worse, you basically threw yourself onto him even after he hurt you. Do you know how much that hurts? Seeing you being unloyal to me. Y/n i'm on my last straw. I know everything about you, yet you seem unfazed. Why is that? Is it because you don't believe me? Is It because you don't believe I'll do anything to you? Believe me doll, i dont want to but youre making it so fucking hard.

You live in apartment complex #127. The pin number is 6250. Don't even bother changing it love, it takes four days for your complaint to actually be dealt with. You know, I still have the paperclip you gave to me that day. It's my best possession.

You drive me crazy darling. Spritzing your miss dior perfume that you received from your sister on christmas daily. It's almost empty though, maybe I'll get you another one.

Your laugh, your emotions, fuck your everything is so worth every penny i hold to my name. You’ll be mine one way or another.

Yours devotedly and lovingly,

M.F

You didn’t even reread that letter, discarding it the moment you were done reading it. Who even was M.F? What did he want? More importantly how the did he know any fucking thing he shouldnt know about you?

It was hard to even try and pinpoint who M.F was. You were in school during the day and as soon as it finished, you would go to the studio. In the studio you would dance and dance until you felt as if your legs were going to break. By the time you would get home, you would instantly pass out. Sometimes it would range through ten to twelve.

Looking through your bag, you discovered the letter he left today. As you tore open the envelope you unfolded the paper.

You were confused. Why did the letter just say today? It was written horribly too, as if he was in a rush. Instead of his usual neat calligraphy, the word was contorted and out of line.

Did he mean he's going to do something today or did he mean today as if he was stopping all letters to you from today? You hoped it was the latter. Crumpling up the letter in your hand, you were wary that he would pop up anywhere. Who knows maybe he was following you right now. Maybe he was in the dance studio with you.

You felt uncomfortable. There was this weird, cold feeling that shot down your body. Your eyes looked at every crevice but you couldn’t find a hint of anyone hiding.

Sighing you finished packing your bag and got up to finally go home. You were tired. Tired of whoever M.F was. Tired of his sick, scary letters.

Getting out of the taxi, you were finally home. Walking up the stairs, you greeted mrs. Abbott next door. She was awfully sweet, always making the best cookies.

“Hi dearie!” She cheered, grinning widely at you. “Hi Mrs. Abbott, how are you?” You replied, sending the grin back. “Oh I'm doing quite well! How about you?” she questioned. “Oh I'm about to go to bed soon, have a goodnight!” you finished with a chuckle. “Alright sweetie! Have a good sleep!” you hear her say as you fumble to get your keys out.

Opening your door, you threw your bag down near your desk. Stumbling towards your bathroom, you couldn’t help but think why M.F had such an infatuation with you. It made your head hurt.

Stepping in your shower, you were quick to clean up. Wanting the day to finally be over, you were more than eager to help. Getting the covers over your body, you swiftly fell asleep unaware of the pair of eyes that emerged from underneath your bed.

Fast asleep, Miles crawled out from under your bed sighing. Seeing you sleep was even prettier up close. He thought, approaching your unconscious figure. Slowly sitting down on your bed trying not to wake you, he let his hand stroke your hair. Your hair was so pretty just like you.

Miles’s grin grew as he envisioned you in his bed as he protected you just like this. Well maybe he didn’t help you, but he felt like he was protecting you. Grabbing your hand, he interlocked it with his. Miles couldn't think of anything that made him happier than this.

Leaning in, he let loose of your hair going to caress your face. As his hand came in contact with your face, he felt euphoric. The feeling of your soft, delicate skin with his hand was so much and more for him. Miles closed his eyes and continued to caress. Being this close with you, even touching your skin made him ecstatic.

Waking up, you feel this sensation on your right cheek. Widening your eyes, you realized someone other than you was here. You see a boy with furious curls sitting next to you. He was rather good looking but that thought left your soul the moment you realized he was touching you.

“Fuck! Get off me!” You shrieked as you shoved the mysterious man off your bed. He grunts as he hits the floor. “Who are you?” You screeched, getting up to get your phone but he had grabbed your ankle making you fall face plant onto the floor.

“Not so fast Angel.” His voice, jagged and raspy, came out. “I need to tell you something.”

“What do you mean tell me something! You freak leave!” You wailed out, distressed from who this man was.

Ignoring your words, he stood up, grabbing you by your wrist and forcefully laid you down on your bed once again. Terrified, thoughts ran through your head trying to piece who this man was. Was he just your typical robber? Or was he here to kill you? Or worse. Was he M.F? Fuck what if he was? What would you even do?

Feeling the presence of the man above you snapped you out of your thoughts. “I know you’re worried. I know you’re scared. In fact, I know everything about you Y/n. You're so pretty and nice and kind.. Fuck. I love you. I love you Y/n.” he blabbered, holding eye contact with you.

“Who are you?” you questioned again, needing an answer right away. You were on edge. What if he was actually M.F? “Darling, i knew you were a bit stupid but this is rather severe.” he chuckled, dragging his finger along your cheek affectionately.

Just as you were going to ask him the question again, he cut you off. “Y/n have you ever wondered what M.F stood for?” he said, getting off you slowly walking around your room. Before you could even answer, he continued on. “M.F, it's rather peculiar you know? Why would he even know that much about you? It's creepy and weird.” Shaking your head in slight agreement, the man had a growing smile.

“Well Y/n, I am M.F. I am Miles Fairchild. I am the man who sends you creepy little letters. The very letters you throw out daily but it doesn’t matter. I know you’ll love me back. Reading my letters instead of instantly throwing them out was a sign that I knew. I knew you were the one. Y/n I love you so much.” The admiration was oozing from his mouth.

Not responding, Miles took this as a cue to step closer to you. “I’m really really sorry Y/n.” He said, shuffling around to take something out of his pocket. “You’re sorry for wh-“ you questioned but got cut off as miles hit the back of your neck, knocking you out.

“So sorry Angel, really.” Miles muttered as he dragged your body out to his car. Shutting his car door, he turned the radio on. Humming along with the tune of the song, he turned to your unconscious figure and smiled.

He was happy for once. He was sure he’d make you happy too.

#dollywony #iris blog #iri writes!!#miles fairchild #miles fairchild x reader #yandere #yandere miles fairchild x reader #the turning #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader

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ifangirlalot · 4 months

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˗ˏˋ 𝐙𝐄𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ˎˊ˗ | idk guys, i tried-

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ 💭 ۫⠀MILES FAIRCHILD.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚

&&* Lesson One &&* Sauce With The Boss &&* Top!Reader x Sub!Boyfriend &&* NSFW Headcanons

💭 ۫⠀BORIS PAVLIKOVSKY.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚

&&* Foreplay Headcanons &&* Riding A Foreign &&* Sauce With The Boss &&* NSFW Headcanons

💭 ۫⠀FINN WOLFHARD.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚

&&* Hopelessly Pinning &&* Sauce With The Boss &&* Hot, Heavy, and Handsome &&* Yandere!Finn Alphabet &&* "Method" Acting &&* Pussy Eater &&* Worship & Praise

💭 ۫⠀RICHIE TOZIER.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚

&&* Digits &&* Bottom!Richie x Top!Reader &&* Richie Taking Shy!Reader's Virginity &&* Richie Fingering Shy!Reader &&* Sauce With The Boss &&* How Long Has it Been Since You've Eaten?

💭 ۫⠀ZIGGY KATZ.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚

&&* Sauce With The Boss &&* Gettin' Jiggy With Ziggy

💭 ۫⠀MIKE WHEELER.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚

&&* Sauce With The Boss &&* I'm Sorry The World Is Failing You &&* Digits

💭 ۫⠀SAL FISHER.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚

&&* Softie Toppy &&* Top!Reader x Sub!Boyfriend &&* Sal x Injured!Reader &&* Sal With A Hard To Please SO &&* Is That My Shirt Babe?

💭 ۫⠀LINK.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚

&&* BOTW/TOTK!Link NSFW Headcanons

💭 ۫⠀TICCI TOBY.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚

&&* Headcanons [tba]

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hopelesswritergall · 10 months

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Hello!!!! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Boris pavlikovsky x cutecore fem reader? Or miles Fairchild x cutecore fem reader headcanons? I’m fine with either one if you want to,have a lovely day!!<3

Alright I’m writing this in one sitting please bear with me… let me know if you find grammar issues. English isn’t my first language and I want to learn!

General Taglist: It’s quite lonely here……

TW: mention of fighting, bloody nose, bruises. Yandere tendencies

Meeting him

Alright Boris and a girl who wears mostly pink. Unlikely combination but it’s true.

You were the stereotypical girly girl. Pink? You loved it. Lipstick? Pink. Clothes? Pink. Notebooks? Pink. Hell you were almost like barbie and had a pink mood.

You were doing pretty good in school and kept your grades up. Boris on the other his grades were sinking faster than the titanic.

There was a group project coming up for English. You have to read a book, present and write an essay. This would be the chance for Boris to get his grade up.

“Hey Theo! Come on man, let’s do it together!”

“Unfortunately Mister Pavlikovsky, the groups will be decided by me.” Miss Clarence spoke.

Boris sunk back into his chair, well if he isn’t with Theo, he isn’t going to do shit.

“Hmmm. Let’s see. Boris you will be paired up with……. Ah of course! Y/N!.”

Y/N? Who the fuck is that?

Boris knew he should know the face that belongs to the name but he doesn’t.

Suddenly his vision is filled with pink and he nearly has a heart attack.

“Jesus woman, don’t you watch where you’re going?!”

“That’s a way to introduce yourself. I’m y/n! We’ll be partners for the next project”

Aww hell no. He couldn’t.

“Miss Clarence. Is there anyway we can switch partners?”

Getting to know him:

It was week 3 of the project and Boris hadn’t done much yet. You decided to play a game so he would do stuff and he would get “rewarded”, almost like a child or dog..

“Alright Boris, for every 5 sentences you write, you can ask me a question! That way we can get to know each other!”

“And why should I do that? I can just let you do all the work.” He crossed his arms and leaned back

“Otherwise I’ll only hand in my part and you’ll fail. Don’t think you’d wanna do the year over again, do you?”

He grumbled a bit before writing, he finished the first sentences pretty quick. “Fine, Uhm what is your favourite gift to receive?”

“Oooo, great question!! I love teddy bears, flowers or books!! But I love every gift that someone put effort in.”

You guys talked for some longer and Boris, not wanting it, felt more of a connection. He really wanted to fall through the floor.

Some things during the relationship:

Boris once got into a fight with Mark (only the OG’s will remember my hatred towards Mark) because Mark insulted your clothes. Was it worth the trip to the hospital to check out his nose and knuckles for? Yes. Everyone that makes you cry deserves to rot in hell.

He steals you little stuff from the stores. He will often give you a bracelet or a flower. You even got him to make a flower crown together. You had to swear to not tell anyone!

You guys watch a lot of television together, a LOT

He is very protective of you, always asks what colour you want something in, despite already knowing the answer deep down..

#x reader #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard x reader #boris pavlikovsky #yandere boris pavlikovsky x reader #boris pavlikovsky x reader #yandere boris pavlikovsky #the goldfinch #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x y/n

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walmarttrashbag · 6 months

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Yandere Miles Headcanons

Miles Fairchild x Y/n

Requested by: Anonymous!

This man is fucking scary.

You met Miles due to needing money for a babysitting job.

You had a slight crush on him, and you felt heat pool up inside you when you looked at him... Until Miles got really weird around you.

When you're asleep, he'll be in your room, watching you, hearing you breathe, hearing you mumble incoherent words in your sleep, watching you shift around in your sleep.

He jerks off to it too. His long, slender, pale fingers gently rubbing and caressing his pale, girthy, veiny dick that he wants you to suck all day. Miles doesn't moan much either- Only light, quiet moans and quiet grunts.

Your dream got a whole lot better from mysterious moans you barely heard from the outside.

You do really like Miles, but he wants an all-day fuck session and even gets you pregnant and you find that creepy. You understand Miles loves you and wants you to keep his bloodline going but you just don't really feel a spark like that, much less actually liking him anymore after finding out how creepy he is.

Although, one day, Miles broke down to you, crying and sobbing while clutching pictures of his parents, explaining what happened to you, along with Quint, and all the shit that's happened in his life, which you teared up to.

You offered to sleep with him to make him feel better but he refused, saying he was gonna go play with Flora for a while.

Flora helped and played Tea Party with the poor Yandere. It helped him to drink yummy fake tea and chat with the dolls for a while. Miles felt better afterward.

Needless to say, he took up the offer later, but you made him use a condom. He always stabbed you with a knife out of anger but decided to consider your feelings.

Great sex. 9/10. Miles wanted it raw though. You're not ready for that until you get on the pill which you've been pushing back for a while.

He loves you a little too much...

#finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard x y/n #finn wolfhard x you #miles fairchild x you #miles fairchild x reader #miles fairchild

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sluttsxphobia · 2 years

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Miles Fairchild Headcanons✦

Miles Fairchild x gn! Reader

|Warnings: nsfw headcanons under 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 point, light yandere themes, description of a dick,slight bondage,knife play,blood kink,crying kink,edging,Orgasm denial|

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

Miles is a bit of a freak in the sheets he wants to experiment with you only if you're okay with it of course

He has a thing for knives, he has a small pocket knife he has in his drawer for any ykyk kinky times.

He wants to try it out because it interests him but if you're uncomfortable he won't bring it up again. (M̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ o̶n̶c̶e̶ o̶r̶ t̶w̶i̶c̶e̶ a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶)

He loves you with all his heart and wants you to be comfortable but sometimes he goes overboard/ overly excited and starts degrading you heavily.

He's definitely a bed breaker (barely even a bed he has a fucking mattress 💀) he will make sure you need help walking the next day.

If you're okay with his knife kink he will hold it just above your neck while doing you from the back, he will make sure it doesn't draw blood.

He will leave small nicks or slices on your thigh and lick up the blood that trails, he's a sadist.

He has a thing for bondage, you could just have handcuffs on he will dead ass pounce on you and take you right then and there

He beautifully ties the rope, not too tight but enough to keep you restrained from moving.

He puts them behind your back because he doesn't have a headboard but that doesn't stop him from enjoying the sight of you tied up.

He teases you so bad its hell, at dinner he would have his hand on your thigh slowly caressing downward.

He will whisper in your ear and bite your earlobe. he doesn't care that people are watching, (besides flora he's not doing that in front of his sister) he doesn't give a shit that Kate's watching.

He secretly wants to rail you on Kate's bed and leave a mess on purpose to piss her off.(has done it but that's for another time)

When he's prepping you for his dick he leans close to your ear and whispers sweet nothings as you whine and cry for him to enter you.

He will just kiss your tears away, leaving a salty taste on his lips. (But man likes it)

He will have 2 fingers in you and just let them sit as soon as you were about to orgasm, he will just leave you there squirming until he feels like it.

He will caress your hole with his thumb and kiss it not slipping a single digit in you just to torture you more.

Gets really jealous when you go out and people look at you in a flirtatious way, he will stop in his tracks and beat the hell out of them until he feels like they learned their lesson.

He will beat anyone up that lays a finger on you that's his job to touch you, no one can have you only him.

When Kate's around you guys that's when he feels like being a dick and starts talking about what you do in bed.

He will loudly "whisper" "I'm REALLY.. Needy baby I need you on my dick.. I know you miss me inside of you my long cock in you-"

Stfu we get it your horny miles.

Kate is annoyed with you too and caught you fucking when she walked in miles room, she really TRIED to separate you two but miles accidentally came on her when she was trying to move y'all.

She ran out the room and miles only laughed and continued to plow into you not giving any fucks.

That's your kinky miles there <3

#miles fairchild #boris pavlikovsky #finn wolfhard smut #finnwolfhard #milesfairchildismylove #milesfairchildsmut #boris smut #milesfairchildcaninsultme #the turning #the turning movie

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reareaotaku · 5 months

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I Want 2 Watch You Bleed

Prompt: I wonder what your dead corpse would look like... We'll find out if you try and leave me~ Pairings: Yandere! Miles Fairchild x Nanny! Reader Word Count: 3.2k TW: Obsession, Gaslighting, Slight NSFW, Porno Magazine Mentioned [Happy Thanksgiving, my fellow Americans :) Enjoy this treat]

You could feel his eyes on you. He was always watching. You didn't know why he had this fixation on you, but he was overbearing. You always felt his presence, because it was like a fog that made it hard for you to breath. At first, you thought he was making sure you were doing your job correctly, but that couldn't have been further from the truth.

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You woke up late at night, feeling as if you were being watched in your dream and when you awoke, he was there. You were taken aback; Your eyes widened as he hung his arm off the footboard.

"You drool in your sleep."

"What?"

"And snore. It's annoying."

Your mouth was practically on the floor, "What are you doing?"

"You're so fucking stupid."

You frowned, your nose scrunching up, and you debated kicking him. Ultimately, you sigh and turn away from the young boy.

"I don't snore." You mumble under your breath, before going back to sleep. If he wanted to stay, you would let him, because you couldn't fight him. You were too tired and the energy just wasn't there.

You felt a dip in the bed, causing a spike of adrenaline to shoot up your spine. Why wouldn't he leave? Why were YOU scared of some stupid teenage boy. You were going to yell at him to get out, but you couldn't move. You felt like you were being held down and feeling his hand snake up your leg didn't help the paranoia that was resting in your head. What was wrong with him?

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The morning after was awkward and strange. You knew he had been in your room, but the way he was acting was as if you were delusional.

"You can't go into my room at night."

Miles look at you, before tilting his head, "I didn't go into your room last night. It was probably a dream. I think it's weird that you dreamed about me though."

"I would never dream about you. Just- Don't do it."

"Well, I never did, so there's nothing for you to worry about."

You knew he was lying- Well, you did, but you were slowly doubting yourself.

---

You groaned, the music was blaring. It was loud and you were wondering how he hadn't gone deaf yet. Your head was banging and you had half a mind to yell at him. You frowned, before standing up and placing down the book you had been trying to read to Flora.

You could practically feel the floor shake as you stomped up to his room. You banged on the door, seeing as that was the only way he'd hear you. There was no answer, so you decided to just open the door.

He was going to town on his drums, before he looked up to you. He puts down his sticks and gives you his attention.

"What do you want?"

"I'm trying to help Flora read, but we can't even think with that loud music."

"Go outside."

"How about you play a different instrument? You have multiple different instruments. Or maybe you can just wait an hour to play-"

"Why are you being such a bitch?"

"Don't call me that. That is rude and very disrespectful."

He laughs, "Oohh, I'm so scared of the big, mean nanny."

"I'm not playing with you, Miles. I'm serious."

He tilts his head, before looking away from you and at his drums, "I'm sure you think you are. You do realize that unlike me, you're replaceable, right? You don't hold any real power. It's all just a figment of your imagination. Though, it seems your mind likes to run wild, doesn't it?"

"You will not make a joke out of me little boy," You stomp to him, grabbing his sticks causing him to yell out 'HEY!'. "You want to be a rude smartass? Okay, let's see how you like the consequences of your actions."

He follows behind you quickly as you run down the stairs. You rush to the living room where the fire place is. Thankfully, someone had already started a little fire, so your plan was half complete. You stood in front of it, before looking back at him.

His eyes were blown and he was frozen, "Don't. You. Fucking. Dare."

"Oooh, I'm so scared of the big, mean teenage boy." You then do something that you would regret later and throw the drumsticks into the fire.

"You fucking bitch! I'll kill you!" He rushes towards you and you're quick to grab his hands and hold them close together so that he doesn't choke you. After a few minutes, he calms down, but he gives you a dead look, "You better sleep with your door locked and one eye open." He then turns around and walks back to his room.

You hear of the crackle of the wood from the sticks and look back at the fire, causing realization of what you had done to hit you. You had gone to far. Your eyes widen as you frown, before trying to reach for the sticks, but you end up burning your hands. You could only watch as they burned to ash.

---

For the next few days you couldn't sleep. You knew you shouldn't be scared of Miles, seeing as he was younger than you, but there was just something off about him. The guilt had also been eating you alive. While you didn't like the way he treated you and others, you should have been the bigger person and handled the situation with more maturity.

You had tended to avoid him, until you finally decided to go buy him some new drumsticks. Was he an asshole? Yes. Was he inconsiderate of everyone? Yes. But he didn't seem to have many joys in life; And music was one of them and you destroy a part of it. You didn't know how you'd feel if someone destroy parts of your hobby, especially if you didn't have any family or friends besides a younger sibling. God, when you thought about it, it really bummed you out.

You waited until late at night, while everyone was asleep [supposedly], when you decided to leave. It would take you a while to get to town, because the house was far into the country side. You felt like you were doing something you weren't supposed to as you slowly walked across the wooden board floor. You heart dropped when you heard a loud creak! but thankfully there was no other movements.

You groaned when the loud engine blared in the near silence. You were thankful when you finally got out of the driveway and headed into town.

---

You hold the brand new sticks in your hands. You fingers glazed against the engravings on them. You didn't know if this would be good enough for him, but you were hoping he'd at least pretend to accept your apology.

Walking up to his room was agonizing. It felt like time slowed down and the hallways shrunk on you. When you finally got to his door, you thought about leaving, but sucked in a breath and knocked.

"Um, Miles?"

There was no answer, which caused you to sigh. You knew he was in there. You put your ear to the door, trying to listen for anything, but nothing. You knocked again.

"I'm coming in." You slowly opened the door and Miles was sitting on his bed- Well, it wasn't really a bed, more of a mattress- looking through a magazine. He flipped through the pages, not paying attention to you and it kind of looked like a porno magazine, but you weren't about to harp on how he got his hands on such a thing, because that was not a conversation you wanted to have. "Miles?"

He finally looks at you, throwing the magazine to the side of the bed and sat up, looking at you, "What?"

"I got you something," You hold the wrapped box out to him, but he doesn't take it. He just glares up at you as if his looks could kill you. You click your tongue, before rubbing the back of your neck. "I-uh, wanted to apologize... for you know... what I did, the other day... I shouldn't have done that. Nothing warrants a response like that and I'm sorry. I never should have thrown your drumsticks into the fire." You start messing with the box, taking them out when realizing he wasn't taking the gift, "I know that these aren't made out of the expensive wood your old ones were, but- umm... I got them engraved, you know, with uh, your name." You show him the light dug 'Property of Miles Fairchild'. "I hope we can start over and put that behind us."

He looks at the sticks, before grabbing them and looking them over in his hands. You watched him closely, hoping he'd take them. Thankfully, he did, but not before rolling his eyes. He puts them on his night stand, before looking back at you, "Leave me alone."

"Alright.." You finger gun him, before clicking your tongue, "I'll see you around." You left his room, before facepalming. " 'I'll see you around'? God, what a fucking stupid thing to say. Ugh, I'm such an idiot."

---

Miles holds the sticks between his fingers, examining them. They were nothing special, but they'd do the job. The engravements were a nice touch and it spurred something in Miles. It was a sweet gesture, probably the nicest thing anyone's ever done for him, especially without an ulterior motive. And to think, he had been planning to suffocate you in your sleep.

He was still kind of mad about losing his favorite pair of drum sticks, but these meant more to him, because they were bought with him in mind. You bought them while thinking about him and Miles thought that was kind of hot. Was he on your mind? How often did you think about him? What did you think about? Was it appropriate?

You had really just wormed your way into Miles' heart and now you would never be allowed to leave.

---

You parked the car, looking over the books you had gotten Flora. They weren't anything special, but you wanted to get Flora something new to read, because you were sure she was getting bored of the same old stuff in the house.

"Where the hell have you been?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin when turning around and seeing Miles behind you. "God, you should wear a bell around your neck or something. You can't sneak up on people like that. Could give someone a heart attack."

He ignores you, repeating himself. "Where the fuck have you been? Flora was asking about you and we saw that the car was gone. She thought you abandoned her." He looks down at the books in your hand, before looking back at you.

Flora had been worried about you, but he had been pissed. How dare you leave? You can't be like everyone else and abandon him after you got through to him. He'd rather kill you with his bare hands than for you to leave him. He didn't care if he had to force you to stay and were unhappy; He loved you to much to let you leave him.

"I would never do that to Flora," You take a step back, your back against the car, as he walks closer to you.

"You can't just leave without telling anyone."

You laugh, shaking your head, "Okay dad. Didn't realize I had to ask you for permission to leave. Besides, I was just... Getting some new books for Flora, not like I have to explain myself to you. She's always stuck in this house and there's nothing new for her to read or do."

"Well, you can't leave without telling anyone, and now you know. I can get you fired, you know. Just don't do it again."

You roll your eyes shaking your head, before mumbling under your breath, "Yeah. I'm not doing that."

---

You were focused on dinner plans, trying to organize and figure out what you needed. Thankfully you knew it would be a short trip. You hated having to go all the way to town, especially on a busy day. Errands were never your favorite thing, but they were part of life. You tsked, clicking your pen, while tapping your fingers on the table.

You went out to the car, thankfully Mrs. Grose taking over for you, so you can leave. It was so strange how everyone was stuck in the house, like they couldn't leave. Did they want to leave? Sure didn't seem like it.

"Where are you going?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin when hearing Miles from behind you. You turn to him, frowning, "God, you have to stop doing this. You can't sneak up on people like that."

"I told you you can't leave without telling anyone."

You smirk, not taking him serious, "And yet under the eyes of the law, you're still a child. So, I don't have to tell you anything."

He smirks evily, "You're right. Yet I'm kind of like your boss, so you do have to listen to me."

"Power trip much?" You roll your eyes, gesturing to the car, "Do you want to come with me, Miles?"

You groaned as he happily got into the passenger seat. You pull open the door, ignoring his stare as you got in. You started the car, the hum taking over the silence of the car.

---

It was just a guy, but it had obviously bugged Miles. You didn't know why Miles decided to be such a passive-aggressive asshole to the deli guy, but he did.

"God what is your issue?"

"He was obviously hitting on you." Miles remarks, tossing some stuff into the basket.

"So?"

He looks at you, his brows down turned, "So? You just let him do it. Just out in the open for everyone to see."

"What is up with you and this little," You gesture to him, "controlling nature? You can't control people, no matter how much you try or how much money you have. You have a little control issue."

"And you're a fucking whore." He was jealous and it was showing. Thankfully you were to obvious to his crush and thought he was just an asshole. He wanted to crack that dude's neck like a fucking baby back rib. He wanted to keep you locked away from the rest of the world so that only he could love you. You are a stupid woman, yet somehow you had Miles wrapped around your little finger and his heart on a leash.

"You are...." You pause, a devestated look on your face, "a monster."

"Let's just get going." He ignores you, walking ahead of you, but you weren't done with this conversation.

When getting back to the car, you glared at Miles, who was leaning on his hand and tapping his fingers against his thigh.

"You are such a brat, you know that?"

He clicks his tongue, ignoring you. "Kinda whorish to let him look at you like that," He finally turns to you, before eyeing you up and down, "But you probably like the attention, huh?"

"God, what is your problem?"

"I don't have a problem-"

"You're acting like a jealous, possessive child. Flora acts better than you."

He rolls his eyes, but doesn't say anything. You groan, getting into the car and finally starting it.

---

You had to get out. You didn't know where to go, but you had to get away from the house. Weird shit kept happening. You felt eyes on you constantly and Miles had become obsessively clingy. You couldn't be alone for more than a few seconds without him appearing. You felt bad for Flora and you wanted to get her out of the house, but you were worried it was to late for her.

Flora was acting weird and saying things that didn't make sense. It was like she was possessed or something. She would talk about her old nanny and her dying. It scared you.

You had waited until it was dark out and you put Flora to sleep. You felt bad, but you couldn't stay, you had to leave, it was for your best interest.

You fiddled with the keys in your hands, before accidentally dropping them when trying to put them in the handle. You curse under your breath, before hearing creakk and your eyes scanned around you. The last thing you needed was to get caught now.

"What are you doing?"

You froze, recognizing the voice, before turning around and facing him. He was so close to you, making you wonder where the hell he came from. He looked like a monster with the way his eyes were blown out and his face was obviously furious. "What?"

He frowned, tilting his head, "Do you think I'm fucking stupid?"

"No. No, I don't."

"Well, you sure seem to think so." He gestures towards the keys and the car, "Trying to leave in the middle of the night. Where are you going to go? You don't have any family."

"I'll figure something out."

"With what money? I mean, you can't possible have enough saved to last very long. Maybe a few weeks in a motel, if you're lucky."

"I'd rather live in an alley then spend another second here."

Something flashed in his eyes, something unrecognizable. You knew you had pissed him off. It didn't help that he obviously had serious abandonment/attachment issues and you were trying to leave. He felt as if you were trying to make a fool out of him. How dare you.

"Well, you don't really have a choice."

"What?"

"You don't have," He steps closer to you, before whispering, "a choice."

"Yes I do. Everyone has a choice."

"You know what- You're right. Your choices are that you stay here and we pretend this," He gestures to you and the car, "didn't happen. Or..." He chuckles, looking away from you, as if he was remembering something fondly, "Well, I wonder what your dead corpse would look like... We'll find out if you try and leave me."

"You don't scare me."

He smiles, his eyes filled with an almost love, if not for the situation you found yourself in, you'd be flattered.

"You sure? You seem pretty scared."

He was so close that he could see all the emotions swirling in your eyes. You couldn't lie to him, because he could see the truth. You were terrified.

"Come on. Give me the keys and let's go back inside."

You looked down at the keys, before looking at the car and then at him. You had lost and now you were going to be stuck in this stupid house forever.

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finniebae · 7 days

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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

#yandere x reader #yandere miles fairchild #miles fairchild x reader #yandere miles x reader #miles fairchild #miles x reader #horror #horror x reader #yandere horror #yandere miles fairchild x reader

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kurtkunklesupremacy96 · 2 years

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HiHeyyy

I don't know what to write fanfiction wise, so I was wondering if anyone had any suggestions, with that being said I'm going to just tell y'all what type of requests I'll take :)

(Also this will be updated as I watch more shows/movies for characters I'll write for)

Yes:

Fluff, comfort, Lime (Not entirely lemon/smut), protective/overprotective x reader, Yandere

the characters I will write for:

Stranger things: Billy, Nancy, Steve, Robin, Eddie, Max, Lucas, Mike, Jonathan, Eleven

The Goldfinch: Boris Pavloski, Theo Decker

The Turning: Miles Fairchild

Spree: Kurt Kunkle

Eh:

Angst, any real people x reader (unless it's platonic)

No:

Smut, real person x reader smut, underage character x reader lime

!If any character is portrayed as underage or is canonically under the age of 18, I will not write lime for them, just normal couple things like hugging, cuddling, and kissing!

!If you want a fic about a real person/actor I'd prefer if it was platonic bc it feels wrong writing it otherwise!

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Miles Fairchild (1/4)

Word count ; 4.3k

*As usual, R and Miles are 18/19. Dedicated to @thedoctorisinlove and @vampbloodbunny.

*Edited:3

I sighed, hitting my head against the desk in my room. Underneath my head, fluttering from my sudden action, was my various calculus assignments. Calculus was hard. And it was even harder when I taught myself… I used to be fine with Mrs. Grose’s definition of ‘home schooling,’ but now that I was in my final year of schooling, everything was so hard.

I finally raised my head, gazing tiredly at the messy piles of textbooks and assignments for other classes. So much to do, and no time to do it; seeing as my mornings and late afternoons were spent doing my job as a maid. I only have have the early afternoons and late nights to catch up on school work. I’ve previously inquired to Mrs. Grose about hiring a tutor to help me out. Yet, apparently because I was a maid who lived here rent free, it would have to come out of my own pockets.

I didn’t have money in my pockets, though. The agreement has always been, in exchange for my services as a maid, I could live here without any needs or worries. I guess Mrs. Grose didn’t consider a tutor a need, though.

I twirled my pen between my fingers, my focus returning to the paper. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off, and I was about to jot down the answer when —

My door was flung open, and Flora, in her adorable childish glory, burst into the room. “Y/n! Y/n! Come quick! Miles is almost home!”

I tuned her out as she came over to me and started grabbing at my arm. Messily, I wrote the answer for the problem and drew a small frowny face beside it. The work was messy, but I finally dropped the pen, allowing Flora to pull me out of my seat.

I furrowed my brows as she dragged me out of the room. I was wearing my usual maid outfit. Once upon a time, I despised it because of how formal it was, but I grew to like it. There wasn’t much of a point for changing out of it for a few hours, anyways. The skirt served as a cushion against the stiff wooden chair I studied in.

The girl was especially energetic. I was hunched and lagging behind her, as a matter of fact, and I had to try hard to keep up. Her tiny hand was tight and painful, but I didn’t point it out.

“What do you mean Miles is back, Flora? I don’t recall Mrs. Grose informing me about a holiday,” I inquired in confusion. A part of me already knew he got himself suspended again, but Flora didn’t need to know about her brother’s bad behavior. Each time, in fact, I found it amusing how creative her answers were.

Flora let out a drawled ‘um’ thoughtfully as she pulled me down the stairs. Her pace slowed as her brain churned. “Well,” she started, "I bet there was a… a zombie infestation at the school! And he barely escaped. And because of that, he gets a whole new holiday for being a survivor of such icky monsters!”

A smile tugged at my lips. “I bet you’re right.”

We arrived at the front door. It was large, and both doors were flung open, allowing the sunlight to flood the foyer. Standing out at the edge of the stone steps was Mrs. Grose in her stiff, stoic stature. Her hands were clasped tightly behind her. She stared at the gravel in the parking lot and fencing of the establishment.

Flora pulled me outside, and I blinked, adjusting to the bright light. Mrs. Grose peered at us expectantly over her shoulder, her expression not changing. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she wanted to say something about Miles recent behavior - recent being ever since his parents died, which was already a few years ago.

“Y/n, I already cleaned his room and changed the sheets. So, I expect that upon his arrival, you’ll prepare dinner and tend to the children. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered obediently. Her wording was a double-edged sword; it always was. On one side, it was flattering that she saw me as a responsible adult. On the other hand, I wished she saw me for what I was. I was barely an adult.

“Y/n, when Miles gets here, can you get us some snacks? I’m so-o-o hungry,” she exclaimed, jumping up and down. “And brother will be, too! He just escaped the zombies after running for his life, after all.”

I slowed, crouching down to her height. I ruffled her hair affectionately. “You’re right, Flora. How thoughtful of you. Let me say hello to your brother first and I’ll get right to it, okay?”

Flora nodded, and just then, my ears picked up the distant sound of a car. The crunching of gravel grew closer and closer until a grey car pulled into the parking lot. It pulled up to the base of the steps before coming to a halt. Mrs. Grose began defending the steps, and the moment she did too, the back door opened.

Miles emerged, messy-haired and jovial. He was grinning ear to ear, not even bothering to close the door behind him. He dashed up the stairs while Flora went down, and they met each other half way.

Miles had clearly grown stronger over the last semester. He lifted the child with ease, twirling her around. I watched the scene expectantly, noticing how Mrs. Grose was accompanying the driver in taking out all of his luggage.

My suspicions peaked. Miles never brought any suitcases back with him.

He carried the girl back up and set her on the ground. Flora giggled gleefully, and Miles turned to me. I was still somewhat disappointed by the situation, but I opened my arms to him. No greetings were exchanged as he dove into my arms. His hands grabbed at my back tightly and he hurried his head into the crook of my neck.

I patted his back warmly as his hair brushed against my cheeks. Flora was already tugging eagerly at my skirt, begging for me to get her some snacks now. However, Miles was unmoving while I was laughing from the small girl’s insistence.

“I missed you too, Miles, but the princess demands food,” I finally spoke.

Miles pulled away, not hesitating to plant a quick kiss on my cheek. Over the years I’d grown comfortable with his open affections, and it made me smile. He had an irreplaceable, handsome grin on his face. “Let me help you,” he offered.

I shook my head, dusting my hands off on my skirt. “It’s my job, Miles. Let me take care of it.”

Miles pouted, grabbing my upper arm. Flora tugged at his shirt. “Miles, I want to go play chess in the living room!”

Mrs. Grose and the driver were in the process of dropping the suitcases in the doorway. Mrs. Grose peered at us. “Miles. Let the girl do her job.”

Miles sent a piercing glare her way, but it was gone as soon as it was present. He dully shrugged. “Okay, Mrs. Grose. Let’s go, Flora!”

Alike to what she had done with me, Flora grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. They were both laughing, and Flora offered for a piggyback ride. I watched as he lifted her up and Flora was cheering ecstatically. They disappeared from view, and that was my cue to go inside as well.

I went to the kitchen and swiftly placed a platter of crackers, meats, and cheeses on a tray. I held it with one hand as I exited and went to the living slash all-purpose room. I walked in on Flora and Miles playing chess, just as they said they’d do. The game just started, but I could already tell Miles was going to win.

He was trying too hard against the little girl. But I knew how strong-willing and prideful Miles was because of his spoiled and pompous upbringing. I set the tray down, finally drawing both of their attention to me.

Flora gasped and thanked me, pawing at the various snacks. Miles grinned at me and patted the spot on the couch next to him. He was hunched over the coffee table while Flora was adjacent to him, sitting on the floor. I obeyed, plopping down and flattening my skirt out.

As Flora munched down on a cracker sandwich, Miles moved his bishop. He sat back, leaving Flora to think hard. He grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers.

“I know you probably think it’s really stuffy to be stuck here at home, but school is so shitty!” he exclaimed, which peaked Flora’s interest.

“Shitty? What does shitty mean?” she innocently asked.

“It’s another word for poo —"

I stole my hand back only to slap his shoulder. “Miles! Watch your language,” I scolded. “Especially around Flora. When will you learn?”

“Awe, come on, it’s just words, Y/n,” Miles chortled coyly. He grabbed my hand once more. Although I was somewhat fuming from his irresponsible behavior, I allowed him to do so.

I knew I wouldn’t get through to him, so I sighed and leaned toward Flora, who was whispering and repeating the word to herself. “Flora, dearest? Don’t listen to your dumb brother. That’s a bad word to use.”

Flora frowned in confusion. “Oh. Okay.” And with that, she moved a pawn forward, not knowing that it opened up the king to Miles bishop.

Miles was about to reach out and solidify his win, but I leaned into his ear. “Come on, Miles. Give the girl a win, will you?”

He pursed his lips in mock thought. He sent me a small smirk. “How about… no. It’s a learning experience!”

“You say that every time!”

He moved the piece, exclaiming, "Checkmate!”

Flora threw up her tiny fists in frustration. “Oh… shitty! You always beat me. I hate this game. Can we play something else?”

Miles laughed, but I sent him an ‘I told you so’ look. He ignored me, though, letting me go and rising to his feet. “Sure, Flora. We can play again some other time. I just know you’ll beat me next time.”

I smiled at the heartwarming scene, sinking back into the couch. Flora huffed and glared at her brother, crossing her arms. “Well… I know it too!” she eventually agreed. “Can we play hide and seek instead? I want Y/n to be the seeker.”

Miles nodded in agreement, pulling Flora to her feet. He sent me a mischievous glance. “That’s a great idea, sis. Y/n, you should count to fifty —"

“Um, Miles, wait,” I interrupted, standing and grabbing his arm. “Can I talk to you alone for a second?”

Flora stomped her foot. “But I want to play!”

Miles slowly nodded. “Uh, yeah, Y/n, of course! Flora, why don’t you get a head start and look for a hiding spot? We won’t take too long.”

Flora begrudgingly ran off, leaving me and Miles to our lonesome. He turned to face me, blues eyes boring into me expectantly. I tried to find my words, knowing better than to set off his temper by wording my question wrong.

“So… Miles, what happened? Why are you home so soon?” I asked carefully.

Miles tensed and could no longer meet my gaze. “It’s… nothing. Don’t worry about it, Y/n.”

I shook my head in disappointment. “I’ll find out sooner or later. I’d rather you tell me upfront, Miles.”

He frowned, clenching his fists and taking a step back. “I told you, it’s not important, okay? Just be glad I’m already home. I’ve missed you, Y/n.”

I strained a smile, knowing that his fuse would burst if I prodded further. I let it go, deciding to drop the object. I covered my eyes with both hands. “One, two, three…”

“Fuck, that’s unfair!” the boy shouted as he ran out of the room.

I would’ve laughed, but I was more concerned about how reluctant he was to answer. I listened intently to which direction he went, because I knew that anywhere he went, Flora was sure to follow. As I counted, I couldn’t help but be consumed by my concern for Miles.

Ever since his parents’ death, he was different. It was understandable, and I understood him completely. However, even I got over my mother’s death after a while. I moved on. But Miles… it was like he allowed that grief to consume him. He was so much darker than the boy he once was. I knew from the many horror stories he brought home with him; that he was violent and short-tempered with his classmates, and because of that, he was a total recluse.

“Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty! Ready or not, here I come!” I shouted loudly, although I knew quite well it would only echo in one-tenth of the house. I removed my hands from my face and headed out into the hallway. Slowly but surely, I examined the rooms. Upstairs, then downstairs, and then I realized; I was only left with the vast chasms of the basement.

Oh, how I hated the basement. It was mores for personal reasons, but I hated it nonetheless. I couldn’t blame them for choosing that area, though. It was always dark and it was filled with junk and there were so many dark corners.

I hovered at the top of the stairs. It wound deeper and deeper, and I began my descent. When I made it to the bottom, I had to shake my flashlight to turn it on. There wasn’t even an ounce of sunlight down below. The basement was wet and cold and stoney. I shuddered in disgust, using the flashlight to scan over the large room.

To my left was piles of old junk. To my right, nothing but a mossy wall that led deeper into the basement. I gulped down my anxiety to the best of my ability, deciding to scan over the junk piles. I took a few steps deeper. The flashlight grazed over a pile of clothes, and I was about to skim past it, but I suddenly saw something fleshy squirm under the light.

I hummed in amusement, pacing toward the pile. “I know you’re somewhere close, Flora-a-a. I wonder where you are…” I was standing right in front of the dusty clothes pile. “Maybe you’re right…” I prepared to grab her hand and tug her out in attempt to scare her. “Here!”

Flora screamed as I pulled her out. However, her screams quickly morphed into roaring laughter, and she dove in for a hug. I laughed as well as I fretted over picking off dust from her hair.

“Have you caught Miles yet?”

“Nope. But you, dearest, need to go clean up. You should know better than to get all dirty like this. There could be rats in there, for all you know!”

Flora giggled, pulling away. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I just really wanted to have a good hiding spot! Can I be the seeker when I’m done taking a bath?”

I patted her head. “Of course, Flora. Now go get clean. And next time, don’t go getting all dusty, okay?”

Flora detached from my torso and ran past me. I watched as she disappeared up the steps, and I was once again left to my lonesome. Right away, my anxiety returned. The basement was deafly quiet. It was dank and dark and Miles could be anywhere. Especially if he was using the same tactic as his sister. I could only hope he had more common sense than that.

I went down the hallway and entered the next room. There were three doors, but I could only reach the one to the right. This was due to the junk piling so high that the other doors were blocked. I could assume Miles could’ve only gone one way, and I quickly checked over the pile. Luckily, the boy was nowhere to be found.

I licked my lips. My entire body was shaking. As terrifying as the silence was, I knew it would be worse if there was even the faint dripping of water. Or, hell, when Miles inevitably tried to scare me and succeeded. Over the years, that’s what he always tried to do when he chose the basement as his hiding spot.

The room I entered was larger and emptier, much to my glee. I thoughtfully glazed the flashlight over one of the few towering piles. There seemed to be nothing in the room, so I was about to move on, but something caught my eye.

There was a blacked out window with only a spot of sunlight peaking through. However, hanging from a loose nail, was a large flannel shirt. I reluctantly went over and picked it up, a firm frown stretching onto my face. With shaky hands, I lifted the shirt slightly.

It had been at least a year since Peter Quint’s shirt was shoved down here. And yet, it still smelled of him. And there’s nothing I hated than knowing that I could still recognize his smell, even after all this time. Before I could let myself get lost in thought, though, I dropped the shirt to the ground and kicked it away.

I was about to turn, but I suddenly screamed as two arms encircled my waist and lifted me in the air. I hit and kicked whoever had grabbed me. It took a moment to realize it could only be Miles, especially now that he bursted into roaring laughter and dropped me back on my feet. My heart was still racing with adrenaline, though, and I turned to him, punching his chest.

“Jesus, Miles, when will you grow out of such childish jokes?” I reprimanded angrily.

Miles raised his hands in mock defeat. “I’ll grow out of it when it stops being so funny. Shouldn’t you know better than to turn your back by now?”

I scowled, my anger dissipating. “Well, I’d appreciate it if you spared me some empathy,” I muttered. “I’m leaving now. I have to check on Flora.”

I went to move around him, however, his arm shot out, preventing me from doing so. He didn’t seem quite as smug, but he maintained a smirk. “Wait, wait. I’m sorry, okay? I’ll start going easier on you.” Before I could accept his apology, he grabbed my face and tilted my head, planting a kiss on my cheek.

Similar to his sister, he ran off before I could reply. I watched him leave, but I hated being in the basement, so I was quick to follow.

~~~

I was entering a circus tent, of which was large and rambunctious and flooded with people. However, instead of a set performance, it seemed that one was able to walk around the center and observe the many sights. I stood in the entrance as people shoved past me. Each was as faceless as the last, so my attention was drawn to the center. Strobe lights circled the displays. There were jesters on the high-hanging tightrope, a car with clowns overflowing from the windows, and an elephant tied up to a very thin metal post.

The crowds went into the stands, and I felt pressured to do the same. I walked forward, but suddenly, an arm shot out. Miles in full clown make-up and attire, only recognizable by his goofy hair, was grinning at me. He offered me a flower, of which I was obliged to take. As I took it, though, water suddenly spurted from the flower, striking me in the face. I shut my eyes and wiped it off with my sleeve.

When I opened my eyes, Miles was gone. I planned on entering the stands. However, Flora, in a elephant onesie, seemingly emerged from nowhere and dashed past me while giggling like a madman. I reached out to her and swerved to catch her, but similar to Miles, she had disappeared into thin air.

The crowd suddenly started roaring in laughter. Confused as to what captivated them so, I turned back. However, the scan had completely changed. One large strobe light was focused on the center. A large, empty cage fit for a lion was in the center, and standing beside with a whip, his back to the crowd, was the lion tamer. He adorned the stereotypical red and black suit.

What was so funny?

I blinked. But that was enough to change the world around me.

When my eyes fluttered open, I was in the center. However, my vision was blocked by iron bars. Terrified, I realized that I was the lion trapped in the cage. And the audience was laughing at me. I gripped at the bars, shaking them and screaming for help. However, the howls of laughter were deafening.

I shrunk back, but the front suddenly dropped open. In terror, I scrambled over to the entrance and emerged. I was panting in fright. I hit my head on the way out, having to duck on the way out. I planned to make a run for it, but I was paralyzed in fear.

The lion tamer turned to me. But instead of another faceless person, it was the one person I never wanted to see again. The lion tamer’s body morphed from a slim, twig-like proportion to that of a somewhat overweight, hairy man with a beer belly. A neck beard was prominent and he grinned at me.

Peter Quint. The man I despised most. Back to haunt me, even in my dreams.

He suddenly snapped the whip menacingly, chortling like he used to do in that deep voice of his. I regained control of my body and made a run for it. I head the snapping of the whip as I ran further and further. However, as I kept heading toward the exit from whence I entered, I realized I wasn’t gaining at all.

Instead, I looked at my feet. They were frozen in place. I wasn’t in control in the slightest.

Suddenly, I let out a shriek of pain, a searing slap sounding against my back. I fell on my knees, ands digging into the dirt. Another slash, and I completely collapsed onto the ground. I was completely exhausted. My mouth was open and I was screaming, but the audience was laughing like their lives depended on it.

My agony fell on deaf ears as I was suddenly whipped onto my back. Tears sprouted to my eyes as Quint loomed over me. He had such a friendly, warm expression. And yet his eyes screamed danger because I knew its what he embodied. He stepped over me, holding the whip high in the air.

He raised it, slowly. He was aiming for my head. I weakly covered my head, waiting for the slash. I closed my eyes.

“Y/n!”

But nothing came.

“Y/n, you’re alright now.”

I opened my eyes. But I realized there was no longer a circus. There was no longer Quint terrorizing me in unfamiliar garb. Instead, there was only the ornate ceiling of my room. And, quickly ducking into my peripherals, Miles. My vision was blurry. Not just from not having my glasses on, but from tears.

Warm hands gripped my cheeks. I was still terrified from what my mind had conjured, and I was struggling to recognize the real world. I instead focused on the sensations. Miles soft thumb's massaging my cheeks. The vague heat of the bedside lamp he must’ve turned on. The squeaking of my bedroom door which was wide open. The ruffling of my blankets as I limply sat up.

I grabbed Miles hands, pushing away. I wiped my tears, my eyes rather itchy. I must’ve looked so ugly with how much I’d cried in my sleep. My cheeks reddened in shame as I pulled my legs to my chest, hugging them. Miles placed his hands on my knees, scooting closer. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, concern etched into his features.

“Do you need to talk about it?” he inquired carefully, massaging my blanketed knee.

I slowly shook my head. “…It’s nothing.”

Miles frowned, scooting closer once more. “I heard you screaming from next door. It doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“Thanks, Miles, but I can take it from here,” I panicked, drawing my trembling hands to my chest.

Miles frown deepened. He didn’t reply, instead crawling onto the bed and sitting beside me to my right. Wordlessly, he pulled me into a side hug. I appreciated that he didn’t push for me to talk about it. I was too embarrassed to do so, anyways. I buried my head into his lightly clothed chest. Miles was wearing but a loose t-shirt that was thin with age.

I was oddly exhausted from my nightmare. It was like the running manifested itself into real life. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead.

“Let me stay here for the night,” Miles cooed, his finger under my chin as he tilted my head up to meet his earnest gaze.

My heart flooded and I gulped. “…Okay. Thanks, Miles.”

We lowered our bodies underneath the covers. I. Laid on my back, but that didn’t seem to satisfy Miles. He wrapped one arm around my torso and held me close, half of his chest pressing against mine. I would’ve complained about the restriction, but it was oddly comforting. I turned off the lamp beside me and darknesss enveloped the room.

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