boris imagine!
aged up to about 17/18
NOT CHECKED!
TRANSLATION AT THE BOTTOM!
"i don't understand!" boris cried. he continued to pound onto my bedroom window, viciously slamming his fists against it.
i'm happy my parents aren't home right now.
& that i live in a secluded area.
boris sobbed against my window,
"open! open now!"
"go away, boris! i've already told you i don't feel like talking right now!" i approached my window & pulled my curtains together.
"no, please! don't do this! please, детка!" he begged.
i rolled my eyes, part of me feeling guilty for pushing him away. i knew he needed me.
i just didn't know if i needed him.
i always find a way to fuck things up & push people away & i knew this wouldn't solve anything.
but boris & i are similar, we're both broken.
so... how could we benefit from that?
there's no one to fix us if we're both broken. we're just two lonely teenagers.
"y/n please! talk to me!" his fists slowly giving up on him.
i sat up & walked back over to my window, drawing my curtains back.
i took in boris' figure. his sunken face, his pale skin & his tired eyes. the tears steaming down his sad face.
he brought his hands up to his face, harshly wiping the salty liquid while staring at me.
"what is wrong, детка? please let me in." he asked a bit calmer this time.
i gave in, pulling my window open & letting him in. he quickly lunged himself through the window, sitting up to embrace me.
he buried his face into my neck, "now you tell me why you said what you said earlier?" he sniffled.
"i don't know... i feel like we just need a break. boris, i feel overwhelmed." my voice was muffled because my face was pressed to his chest.
he pulled me closer so that i was sat in his lap, facing him, "what can i do to make feeling go away?"
"i don't know boris... i'm scared & overwhelmed & i feel like everything is gonna go wrong." i said quietly, pulling back to look at him.
silence fell upon the room but it wasn't awkward silence. his large hand rubbed my back, i buried my head back into his chest.
"this why you broke up with me? this is why you ignored me all day?" he asked quietly.
just seconds ago he was banging on my window & now he has me cuddled against him. that's boris.
i breathed in his scent, wrapping my arms around him just as tight, "yes... no? i don't know..."
boris hummed & pulled me closer, his hands traveling to my thighs.
"i need you... you are only thing that... mot...ivates me."
i smiled against his skin, it's so cute how his russian accent makes it difficult to say certain things.
"i know." i sighed out.
"then we don't break up, no?" he asked, pausing for a moment, "we can work this out... whatever you are feeling."
i pulled away, "do you never feel overwhelmed with me? do you never feel that something might go wrong? look at the way we live, boris. i love you so much but i'm terrified to be with you..."
he shook his head, "i never feel that something might go wrong with you, y/n. you are my safe place & i know that i am yours... see?" boris held up his hand, revealing his matching bracelet with mine.
"i think you are scared of commitment because you have been hurt before."
i took in boris' words, he definitely made sense... surprisingly. this whole time i've always had such an uneasy feeling.
of course i trust boris, but I've never felt the love that he gives me before. it was like i wasn't used to it.
"you are... what is the word? ga-guarded? guarded, yes!" boris snapped his fingers, pointing at me.
"yeah i am." i whispered, staring off behind him. i guess i didn't really accept it until now.
that i am guarded & broken.
"is okay, детка. i am too... we can work on this. we will get passed this, promise." he grabbed my hands & pulled me into a kiss.
he slowly wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me in closer to deepen the kiss until i pulled away.
"y'know you almost broke my window."
boris smirked, before covering his mouth dramatically, "мне так жаль, детка... нет."
"shut up you jackass!" i playfully pushed him, resulting in a laugh from him.
"serious, though. i didn't mean to come off so desperate... i jus' love you. моя любовь моя кукла." he whispered the last part. pecking my lips sweetly again.
"i'm sorry too... i didn't mean to push you away or break up with you. i just needed time alone but i realize now, that's not what i want. & i love you too."
boris smiled, genuinely. he lied down & pulled my with him. his hand found its way around my neck, resting loosely.
"is okay. jus' know that you never break up with me... ever. we stay together forever because we love eachother." he said, running his thumb along my jaw.
i chuckled, "you're a psychopath. but a good one."
boris smiled at me wickedly, "that i am." before he peppered my face in kisses.
детка - baby
мне так жаль, детка... нет. - i am so sorry baby... not.
моя любовь моя кукла. - my love my babydoll.
922 wc
i haven't been feeling the best & this is a little short. hi besties.
