𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐔𝐏 ! ( finn wolfhard imagines )

bossa no sé (miles)

bossa no sé - cuco
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instead of cheating beung the topic tho, it would be because my baby miles kills too many nannies

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the swaying winds and rustling leaves were the only things that y/n could hear as she wander in the massive gardens of the mansion. her hands inside her pockets as she kicks every leaf on her way, as the thoughts fought inside her mind. "why are you still here?" y/n stopped on her tracks as the angelic voice cut her off, to see a brunette girl swaying side to side while her hands behind her back. "i was about to leave but i got lost" y/n chuckled dryly. "silly y/n, you went the wrong way!" flora giggled at the girl as she pointed her. "guess i did" y/n turned her back and continued to walk to what seems like an infinite path to whatever the hell's inside.

sighing in tiredness, she found a small cemented bench with a fountain infront of it. she sat down and thought about her feeling towards miles, not knowing if she'll ever look or love him the same. "i thought you were gonna leave" y/n flinched to see miles beside her. "i was lost" y/n mumbled in a low voice, as she drew shapes on the ground with a stick. "to outside?" miles asked comepletely with no interest. "no miles, no. i was lost on my thoughts! if i should still be with you even if there's this feeling i can't get out off my chest. even if you killed lots; hell, tons of nannies. i don't even fucking know where they are right now. what now miles huh? am i next? am i one of your most 'prized posssessions' as i'd quote it? am i-"

"yes, yes you are! yes you're one of my most prized possessions i've had! i didn't know that you were going to be someone who's a kid as well. i didn't even fucking know it was gonna be you y/n!-" miles stood up, cutting off y/n.
"then why wouldn't you change for me, miles? i'm scared. and you know that. you can't just hold me knowing that you wouldn't be hurt by a thing!"

y/n sobbed as she knelt on the ground, her knees against her chest. "i'm sorry" miles whispered as he faced her. "well sorry isn't gonna fix that" y/n sniffled, still not making eye contact with miles. "then what will?"

"i don't know"