#the goldfinch headcanon

[crazy-fangirl2524]

Apparently traumatised kids often fail to grow to normal height because all the energy goes to surviving and well no fucking wonder twinyards and Neil are so short

[ifangirlalot]

boris eating out reader hcs??

˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ˎˊ˗ | starring boris pavlikovsky ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

~smut!~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] oral (fem receiving), some dirty talk, boris slipping into his native language (which is polish btw), broken english boris because that's adorable, angst

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⊹˚.⋆ Alright. So this could go one of three ways. One, he's high and/or drunk off his ass, two, he's sober and is feeling particularly charitable, or three, his dad made him feel useless and he feels the need to prove his worth to you so you won't leave him for somebody else.

⊹˚.⋆ Let's start with Boris eating you out while he's drunk and/or high. He's actually pretty fuckin' messy, like Richie is, but like twice as much. He's also very noisy. He rumbles and grunts and groans, kind of like a car engine. You'd be laughing if you weren't moaning.

⊹˚.⋆ Boris is also a really big clit sucker. He'll push his tongue right up against it and flick it about until you're screaming his name at the top of you're lungs. And he wraps his tongue around your nub and sucks it until it's purple. He likes to nip at it and tug it gently before letting it snap back into place.

⊹˚.⋆ Honestly D/H Boris isn't eating you out so much as just licking and sucking. To put it quite bluntly… It's not the best experience, but he tries enough and always makes you cum.

⊹˚.⋆ If he's sober and it's just a good day for him, maybe he's in a really good mood, which is rare for him, he likes to overstimulate you with his mouth. He does it without warning as well.

⊹˚.⋆ He'll sink down to his knees at the most random of times. His favorite is while you're cooking. He wants to see if you can cook your meal without burning it while you're writhing under his tongue.

⊹˚.⋆ You could be in the kitchen just cooking something for dinner, and he'll just kneel in front of you and tug down your sweats with a cheeky grin.

"Ach, kochanie! Spread legs and let me play."

⊹˚.⋆ Sober Boris is practically a professional at oral. Plus, being a polyglot? The amount of movements that tongue can do? Oh good god, it's heaven on earth. Sometimes he'll roll his tongue while he's eating you out and just… AGH, so good.

⊹˚.⋆ Expect multiple orgasms, because once he starts he absolutely refuses to stop.

⊹˚.⋆ Now.. for when Boris needs to be reassured. When his dad has made him feel like nothing more than a piece of human garbage. When he's in this vulnerable mindset, nothing you do will dissuade him. He needs to do something, anything, to prove himself. To make sure he lets you know he doesn't want you to view him as useless.

"Bor, baby.. Come on, you don't have to do this.." "No, no.. Hush, moje serce.. Let me. Please."

⊹˚.⋆ He's very passionate with his tongue movements and he tends to cry a lot and whisper different compliments to you in Ukrainian, Russian, and Polish through his sobs. Sometimes he just desperately begs.

⊹˚.⋆ It feels good, as you'd expect it to, but fuck it's so hard to focus on it when Boris looks like he's falling apart. He's shaking, sobbing, begging.

⊹˚.⋆ At one point, he just stops giving you head and clings to your leg, begging for your love in Russian.

"Пожалуйста, о, пожалуйста, не уходи, я люблю тебя, красотка… Я буду добра к тебе до конца своей любви. Но, о Боже, не уходи..!"

T R A N S L A T I O N S

Ach, kochanie - ah, darling (Polish)

Moje serce - my heart (Polish)

Пожалуйста, о, пожалуйста, не уходи, я люблю тебя, красотка… Я буду добра к тебе до конца своей любви. Но, о Боже, не уходи..! - Please, oh please don't go, I love you, beautiful… I will be good to you until the end of my life. But, oh God, don't go..! (Russian)

[paradiseismine]

Good Morning - Boris Pavlikovsky x reader

Pairing: Boris Pavlikovsky (The Goldfinch) x f!reader

Summary: you wake up to Boris spooning you and wanting to give you both a very good morning.

Warnings: just plain smut, very little plot lol, some daddy kink, occasional pet names in polish, also broken English Boris ‘cause that’s really hot (sorry I don’t make the rules, file your complaint with either Donna Tartt or Finn Wolfhard please).

The very first feeling you remember having was comfort. It could have been from his nice duvet, or his bed as a whole, or the heat provided by his room and its nearly permanently shut door - it could be as simple as that. You were soon reminded, however, that the comfort came from his lanky arms as they serenely tightened their grip around your waist, denouncing his sudden awakening as his breath on your neck also gained a new rhythm.

Then, you felt it - slowly, delicately, gently burning its way up your neck - arousal. Boris had lifted up the soft curtain of your hair out of his favorite garden of skin on your body, and was now planting wet kisses on it, inhaling your scent like a line of cocaine.

You let out a shy moan, your body quivering at his touch, eyes squeezing shut with pleasure. Boris kept trailing his kisses down your neck until they reached the collar of your t-shirt - that was the end of the line for his lips, but not for his hands.

He untangled his arms from your torso slightly, inserting his right hand underneath the fabric of the only garment on your body. You squirmed in response, adjusting your hips into his, feeling his throbbing erection on your ass, only his thin underwear separating his length from your core, now beginning to moisten. He reached up towards the delicate curve of your breasts, thumbing your stiff nipples mercilessly, causing a higher-pitched moan to roll off your tongue.

“Good morning, kochanie” he whispered, lips lightly grazing your ear as he spoke, causing you to shiver with the touch. Boris chuckled softly and nibbled on your earlobe, knowing perfectly well the effects of hitting that sweet spot of yours.

“Good morning, daddy” you answered, having mentally entered the sexual space of your relationship already. He grabbed your waist firmly in return, a satisfied grin playing across his lips. Little did he know, you were feeling just as lustful as he was. Maybe even more, as you articulated your next phrase with the sluttiest tone you could possibly think of. “Would you like to start your day with a good fuck to my pussy, sir?”

“Yes, love, would like that very much” he replied, his devilish grin practically audible. “Be good girl for daddy and take off that shirt, yes?”

You obeyed instantly as he let go of your sides, pushing the thin fabric up and off your body, before tossing it carelessly into the ground. You then returned to your previous position, grinding your ass back into your boyfriend’s hardened cock.

His fingers traced your waistline and the curve of your breasts gently, savoring the softness of your skin, the warmth of his digits sending another moan to your lips.

Soon, his right hand reached down, agonizingly slowly, as he wanted to tease you to the point of madness - he absolutely loved to have you squirming and moaning in his arms. Boris’ soft fingertips found their way in between your thighs, moistening themselves in your arousal before reaching for your clit with care, tracing tender circles into your already aching, dripping core.

“I love that you don’t sleep wearing panties” he confessed, teeth pulling gently at your earlobe once again. “So easy to touch you like this”

You moaned in response, arching your body into his hand, wanting more of his touch. His lips found your back and peppered it in delicate kisses, whilst his fingers kept playing with your needy pussy. Your moans got more frequent and a bit louder as your orgasm approached, but you wanted more of him.

“Daddy” you called, your voice faint and moan-like. “Please, can I cum with your cock inside of me?”

“My little girl wants to cum with daddy’s cock inside her little pink pussy, yes?” he asked, teeth sinking hard into the side of your neck as his fingers played with your slick arousal. “That sounds perfect, moje serce”

You could feel him distance himself from your back slightly as he lowered his boxers and let his erection free from its tight confinement. His hands positioned your hips at a better angle so he could slither into your drenched hole, as he teased your entrance with his cock’s tip already drooling with precum.

“Daddy” you begged, impatiently. “Please, I want to cum so bad…”

Boris inserted himself eagerly into your soaked pussy, moaning at the sensation. You were so wet, so warm, so inviting. He thrusted softly whilst his fingers resumed their work on your clit. His digits were slipping at how wet you were, your moans increasing as the delicate circles he traced got more and more precise.

Your back arched against his body and your mouth opened in a louder moan, your cunt clenching involuntarily around his thick girth as you came on his cock. He gasped and kept thrusting as the muscles of your core clamped around him, his whimpers and moans a lot more evident now.

“Please, kochanie” he pleaded, his voice slurring with lust. “Ah, please, let cum in the pussy, need to cum inside”

“Yes” you moaned in response, your juices running down your thighs, making splashy sounds whenever Boris thrusted into you. “Please, daddy, cum inside my pussy”

He growled lowly at your nape, his right hand harshly grabbing your ass as he pounded into your soaked core faster and faster.

“Ah, yes” you heard him moan, his whole body squirming as he reached his mercurial high. Soon, you felt your insides being irresistibly filled with his hot seed, so hot it sent a maddening shiver down your spine. “Feel so good to cum in the pussy, so tight, love”

“I love it when you cum inside me, daddy” you panted, feeling dizzy with desire. His cum was already slowly leaking out your pussy, so thick and abundant it couldn’t possibly be held inside. You loved the feeling of his cum leaking from your pussy. It was, indeed, a very good morning now.

[froggywritesstuff]

yandere!boris pavlikovsky hc's

ship/pairing: yandere!boris pavlikovsky x g/n!reader

fandom: the Goldfinch

request: @racheldreamsworld: Can you do a yandere boris Pavlikovsky from movie goldfinch headcanon?

warnings: yandere, unhealthy and toxic relationships, obsessive behaviour, stalking, mentions of cigarettes, pressuring into to doing drugs, emotional blackmail, mentions of addiction, mentions of suicide, guilt tripping, non consensual touching (not explicitly sexual), there's a lot going on so please let me know if I've missed any warnings

word count: 460

A/N: i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

as soon as he saw you, he immediately became obsessed with you

though near the beginning of his obsession, he tries to be quiet about it

he follows you wherever you go

if you're eating lunch, he's sitting beside you

he walks you to your classes, silently bidding you farewell

when you ask him what his deal is, he nonchalantly introduces himself and claims to be your friend

he does not care how he gets it but he needs your attention

so he is definitely satisfied when you just stare at him with a confused expression and try to distance yourself from him while he walks beside you on your way home

speaking of which, once he finds your address, nothing is stopping him from stalking you

you're relieved when you find him not at school some days, unaware that he skips school to go to your house and look through all your things

you don't question it when you come home to one of two of your shirts on the floor, thinking it's because you were in a rush that morning

you are a little weirded out when said shirts and your pillow have a slight scent of cigarettes and something else you can't put your finger on

eventually you grow more and more paranoid as you find more and more things out of place or missing from your room

when you gather some courage, and ask Boris why he's so adamant on following you everywhere, you're more than surprised when he asks to be your boyfriend (though the way he words it makes you feel like you don't have a choice)

will threaten to kill himself if you try to reject him

like no hesitation, he thinks it's the only logical response

he guilt trips you a lot of the time 

you can't talk or hang out with your friends without hearing Boris getting pissed at you, mumbling about how you'll leave him, just like everyone else does

he’s always inviting you over to his house

meaning if you don't want an earful about how bad of a partner you're being by not wanting to spend time with your boyfriend, you hang out at his house a lot

he pressures you to try some of the drugs he has

he wants to get you addicted so you'll want to go to his house more and he can keep you from everyone else

and sometimes when he gets you high, you're much calmer around him, and he can be way more touchy with you, so that's always a plus

acts like you're the cure to all his problems when in reality his coping mechanisms and the way he acts around you are the cause of his deteriorating mental health

[butterflysonnets]

all i can imagine right now is teenage theo’s stupid gay ass listening to the 2004 re-release of mr. brightside by the killers (because, yknow, vegas) on repeat while bitching about kotku in his stupider gayer journal and then having an internal crisis wondering why mr. brightside speaks to him so viscerally

[reareaotaku]

But I Love You

Summary: Theo has always had a crush on you, but he can never seem to get the courage to approach you Pairings: Theodore 'Theo' Decker x Fem! Reader Tw: N/a Taglist: N/a

Theo knew it was creepy to watch someone, but he couldn't help himself. He really liked you and thought you were cool, but to cool for a guy like him. His favorite time is in class when you raise your hand and the teacher calls on you. God he could listen to you talk all day.

"What the hell are you staring at Potter?"

Right... Theo forgot about one little problem- Besides his inability to talk to you- Boris...

"Nothing," Theo is quick to defend and look elsewhere, so Boris doesn't question him anymore. The only problem is Boris isn't as stupid as Theo thought.

Boris looks around the room, before his eyes land on the girl of the hour- You. "Ah, you're looking at that pretty h/c, right?" Boris elbows Theo, while smirking, causing Theo to roll his eyes.

"No, I was just looking around."

"Hmm... What's her name- Y/n right? Maybe I should call her over?"

Theo's eyes widen as he quickly grabs Boris, "Don't you dare."

Boris smirks, causing Theo to realize he had just been tricked into revealing his feelings. He didn't have to say it directly to say he had a crush on Y/n, but indirectly he had revealed it. They both stare at each other, wondering who would move first.

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He couldn't believe it- You were approaching him... Oh my god- You were approaching him! Was there something on his face? God, what if he was wearing his clothes inside out? He looked down at his outfit to see that it was perfectly fine.

"You're Potter, right?"

Theo nearly dead pans at you calling him by that stupid name. "Actually, it's Theo."

"Oh." Your face turns a light pink out of embarrassment as you avoid eye contact. "Ah... Umm, I just assumed, because... Well that foreign guy is always calling you that."

"Yeah, because he's an asshole."

You let out a little chuckle. "I've noticed." You take a seat next to him, before pulling out some paper from your bag. "You know, you should call me sometime, so we can hang out."

"Hang out?" He repeats. He points to you, "You want to hang out with," He then points to himself. "Me?"

You let out a soft chuckle, before nodding, "Yeah? Is that okay?"

"Uh- Yeah- I'll call you!"

"Great. I'll be waiting." You smile as you get up and wave him goodbye.

Maybe Heaven was real... If so, he must be in it. He looked down at the paper with your number on it, his face turning a light pink when seeing hearts all around. Maybe life wasn't all that bad in this shit hole.

[360iris]

POV: dating boris pavlikovsky as teenagers

You have to be outside to catch the school bus by 5:55am, so the term is full of sleepy mornings. The two of you sitting towards the back of the bus, huddled together for warmth after having to wait outside in the chilling, desert cold by yourselves in the dark.

Heads leaning against one another, your cheek presses into the soft fabric of his overcoat on his shoulder as you dose off almost immediately, blanketed in the tinted night blue, glad to gain even a meager ten minutes of sleep before you’re forced to start the day. Boris gently fiddles with your fingertips as he looks down at your form and out towards the passing scenery.

You eat the school provided breakfast in the cafeteria, listening to Boris and Theo’s early morning banter and chiming in at certain points as you gain energy. These mornings were filled with Theo’s infectiously mischievous smiles and Boris’ playful grins. Their laughter never failed to provoke pools of serotonin, no matter how despondent you previously were, you’d always find yourself feeling better in their company.

Teasing kisses that were one-thirds sharing a breath, one-thirds your mouth accepting his almost inaudible laughs as he gently nudged your head back while your lips pressed forward again, self-consciously seeking out his own. Notes of peach chapstick, the bitter tang of cigarette tobacco and the sweet taste of sprite spreading between the two of you. A small reminder of the soda passed between yourself, Boris and Theo at lunch- your odd group each chipping in what you had to buy it from the snack stand.

Boris is black jeans ripped and fraying at the knees, swiping greedy swigs from opened bottles in your parent’s alcohol cabinets and sentences with Russian and English chopped and screwed together.

Being with him is like staining your tongues red and blue with gas station slushies and feeling immensely pleased with the vibrant purple you both end the afternoon with.

It’s sweltering hot Vegas nights unable to turn the air conditioner on, so the evening is spent clad in your undergarments, splashing around in a tub filled with cool water- a dingy, plastic white box fan placed in the doorway.

And weekends sprawled out on the couch in front of the television, laughing too loudly at the seven o-clock sitcoms and piddling around in the kitchen searching for something to eat even though you already know there isn’t anything good hidden in the cabinets.

Summers spent sticking as much of your torsos as you can fit into the fridge to enjoy the coolness before grabbing an ice-pop.

Winters plopped down at the dinner table, happily failing at making mini gingerbread houses, feeling utterly pleased with the monstrosities you create. “What the fuck is that, Potter?” “Uh guys.. Popchyk ate my fourth gingerbread wall- I think I’m going to have to settle for a gingerbread hut.”

Boris tends to just know things with you, and those he spends a lot of time with and cares about. It’s mostly the eyes that give themselves away to him, thoughts and feelings becoming tangible with a simple glance. He’s able to pick up on when you’re upset or disappointed. And in the moments when you swear you’re just looking at him, (whether he’s taking a sip of his drink, knocking the ashes from a cigarette or brushing his hair from his eyes) he knows that you love him, without even having to say the words- though he always smiles when you do just for the sake of it.

He’s all hands. Whether he’s ghosting the pads of his fingers against your lower back as you’re walking, cupping your neck or sneakily pinching your thighs from under the table- his hands practically have a mind of their own.

And sometimes you think he’s all mouth. Pink lips nipping at the exposed skin of your neck, subconsciously biting your shoulder or indulgently kissing every inch of your face just because. Theo teasingly referring to you as Boris’ personal chew toy with how often he can be found softly gnawing on you in some way, shape or form.

[sneakydraws]

Must an AU be “in character”? Is it not enough to entertain me, at my boring retail job?

[notagaybastard]

No cause Boris just keeps visiting Theo when he's not in a trip and they sleep together (because it's weird not to tbh) and it got to the point where Theo bought Boris his own pillow so he doesn't have to share and they're basically a married couple

[thegothicchangeling]

I have this boreo headcanon that Boris wraps Theo in blankets so he can't run from his cuddles.

[carduelism]

Boris with separation anxiety is so real and true, someone please back me up and agree with me

[fruity-cryptid]

you asked for headcanon asks, so: when boris and theo would get high, they’d take sharpies and end up doodling all over each other’s bodies, meaning that theo regularly attended school with crudely drawn dick doodles and drawings of popchyk tracing up and down his arms, whereas boris would have bad drawings of how theo remembered new york and various bird sketches all along his legs and hands

Awee I actually love this sm! I feel like Boris would actually be a really good artist but he'd hide it from Theo thinking it was nerdy, but one day he actually draws a portrait of Theo on his arm as a surprise, Theo wouldn't want to wash it off after that but he sadly had to. Maybe in the future he'd ask Boris to draw him again so he could get it framed forever.

[paradiseismine]

Love at first bite - Boris Pavlikovsky x reader

Pairing: Boris Pavlikovsky (The Goldfinch) x f!decker!reader

Warnings: very fluffy, just Boris (metaphorically) drooling over the reader. Sfw still 🎀

Summary: you’re Theo’s cousin, in Vegas for a few days to visit him and his dad. While you’re cooking at the Deckers house, Theo gets an interesting and very good looking visitor.

Love note from Nina: I know not many people like my Boris fics, but I recently finished reading The Goldfinch for the first time, so bear with me here. Hope you enjoy it 💕

You had gotten to the Deckers house earlier that morning - Theo had already left for school, but uncle Larry and Xandra picked you up at the airport before leaving for work. That meant you were alone in the house for a few hours, so you decided to do some cleaning and cooking to wait for everyone to come home.

At around 3 in the afternoon, the doorbell rang. You opened the door, but surely wasn’t hoping to see such a tall, handsome dark haired boy in front of you.

“Hi! You’re Theo’s friend, uh… Boris, right?” you asked, trying to sweeten up your voice as much as you could and fixing your hair.

Theo didn’t have any friends in Vegas besides Boris, so of course you knew about him, but his accent seemed even cuter and more distinct in person as he spoke.

“Yes, that is me” he nodded, smiling softly. “And you’re…?”

“Y/n, I’m Theo’s cousin, nice to meet you” you answered, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek, something very common in your part of the family. “I guess he should be coming home soon. Would you like some coffee? I just brewed it, it’s still pretty hot”

Boris nodded and you turned around to get back to the kitchen, not catching his silly smile as he gently touched his cheek where you had kissed him.

“Are you coming, dear?” you raised your voice slightly so he’d hear you from the door, as you were now in the kitchen.

Boris soon came along and sat on one of the kitchen chairs. You served him some of the cookies you had baked earlier, as well as a cup of coffee.

“You made these?” he asked, mouth full of cookies already. “So good”

“Yeah, just before you got here, actually” you chuckled, finding his reaction funny. “So Theo would have something to eat when he came back from school, you know… But I made way too many, so I’m glad you’re here to help us eat them”

“I’m glad too” Boris answered, happily chewing on the cookies and sipping the coffee you had made.

“I was also making him a cake, so I’ll have to finish that and put it in the oven” you said, turning around to resume your work.

“I couldn’t find the cooking spray anywhere to grease the cake pan, so we’re gonna have to do it the old fashioned way” you shrugged, opening the fridge and reaching for a stick of butter.

“Can I help?” Boris asked, sounding like a little boy wanting to help mommy in the kitchen.

“Of course” you chuckled. “Can you grease the cake pan for me?”

“Sure” he responded, his accent thickening as his body got closer to yours in front of the kitchen counter. “So I just spread the butter on the inside, everywhere?”

“Exactly, and then you put some flour on top and make sure the whole cake pan is covered with a thin layer of flour, ok?”

“I can do that” Boris nodded. He did as he was told, and soon, the cake pan was greased and the batter was nicely deposited on it.

Boris helped you open the oven, chuckling at your worries that he’d burn himself. As soon as the cake was put in the oven and you had set the timer, Theo opened the front door.

He walked around looking for Xandra - it was weird that she hadn’t been home yet. But he saw Boris and you, which was more than enough to get him concerned - he knew Boris couldn’t see a girl doing “old fashioned girly things” (like cooking) and leave her alone. That foreigner boy was a little too flirty for Theo’s liking, and he wanted none of that to happen to his cousin.

He took Boris to the living room to talk more privately, leaving you in the kitchen to prepare the icing for the cake.

“Potter, she’s so beautiful! Your cousin?” Boris asked, nearly whispering. Too bad for him that you could hear it perfectly, and a hand quickly clamped over your mouth to stifle a chuckle.

“Yeah, Boris, she’s my cousin. She’s visiting for a few days. Why do you ask?” Theo answered, seeming annoyed. You didn’t even have to be looking at him to know he rolled his eyes so hard they nearly fell off his head.

“Would you mind if I kissed her? I don’t have to do more than kiss if you don’t want” he said, seeming a bit defensive. “But she’s so beautiful, I really want to kiss her, I never met a girl like her, so, uh, so женственный”

You blushed to yourself in the kitchen, stirring up the icing of the cake in order to keep normalcy - the noise from the whisk on the pot would be enough for them to pay you no attention at all. You had no idea what that last word meant, but it sounded like a compliment.

“Well, you don’t have to ask ME that, you can go ask her if she wants to kiss you” Theo spat, coming off jealous.

“Fine, you cranky” he answered. “But you better seem happier when I marry her” he added, as he walked towards the kitchen. “A woman like that has to have a good husband, and I make sure is me”

Boris entered the kitchen again as you were setting the icing bowl aside.

“Everything ok with Theo?” You asked, trying not to bring up anything you had heard from the living room.

“Da, he’s just cranky” Boris shrugged softly. “I said you were beautiful and he got jealous”

You laughed at his sincerity. “Really? You think I’m beautiful, then?”

“Totally, very beautiful. I asked if he would be mad if I kissed you” his right arm had ended up around your waist somehow, but it’s not like you were gonna swat it away. You enjoyed his touch.

“And what did he say?” You asked, turning your body to face him, your lips now dangerously close to his.

“I don’t really care. Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, chuckling and putting your hands to his cheeks, lightly pulling him down to compensate for his height.

Boris leaned in and kissed you very gently, as if you were made of sugar and could melt at the slightest touch of his lips. His arms were around your body, fingers lightly tracing the curve of your waist, his cold hands sending shivers to the hot bare skin of your belly.

His lips intertwined perfectly with yours, his tongue timidly slipping into your mouth as his hands grabbed your waist. You couldn’t help but faintly moan into the kiss and put your hand to his nape, fingers interlocking in his hair, bringing him closer. He was clearly trying to contain himself, and seemed utterly out of breath when you bit his lower lip maliciously.

When you broke the kiss, the look on his face was quite similar to when he used drugs: pupils dilated, eyes wide open, mouth slightly open and cheeks flushed. His palms were a bit sweaty and he muttered something in Russian that you couldn’t comprehend. You had gotten him wrapped around your finger - it must have been love at first bite.

[tjisntnice]

I was gonna wait but than thought fuck it it's my page

[gggoldfinch]

do u have any Christmas x ghost headcanons??? oh wait would it be antichristmas? idk lol

Omg my first headcanon request on this blog!!! Sick!!!

So I’m not sure what context you’d like headcanons for, so I’ll just throw some general ideas out there:

I imagine they’d all probably celebrate something closer to the pagan winter festival, Yule (since ya know… clearly not Christmas), in celebration of the winter solstice and whatnot. Not quite Yule, as Yule originates from a different belief system, but something relatively similar; in celebration of the longest—and therefore darkest—day of the year, planetary alignment, and all that potentially occult stuff.

This would mean ramped up rituals and celebrations (hella partying lmao) building up to the holiday, and an all-day affair on the solstice itself

The abbeys/ Ministry decorated with holly and mistletoe, lots of red and gold accents

Everyone lowkey gets fed up with the Christmas music that’s always playing everywhere outside the abbey

[reareaotaku]

Theo Decker Headcanons

Oh god, you were so cool

He could never be with someone like you

He never even thought to approach you and talk to you

Though Boris had other ideas when he arrived

While Theo sometimes finds Boris annoying, he is grateful

He really admires you and really likes you, so when you take in an interest in him too- Holy shit no way

He wants to hang out with you all the time

He kind of sees you as an escape from his father

He doesn't have any female role models or friends, so you're something special to him

Hangs on to each of your words

Pretty obvious about his feelings- though not to obvious, because he wants some plausible deniability

Boris always embarrasses him tho

^ Though, Boris is also jealous, because he wants Theo to himself

^ But he gets over it when realizing he likes embarrassing Theo more

"Oh, Y/n right?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you know Theo has a crush on you?"

Theo was quick to jump in the conversation and awkwardly laugh, "That's not true! Haha! He's being a jerk- Haha! I mean how would you feel if I did- But I don't- Haha!"

You both look at him weird. Boris face palms and feels like he's been shot in the head because oh my god Theo is dying, literally

Boris pretty much gave Theo the gold flag and you were open to dating Theo and Boris knew that. Boris was trying to be a wing man

You quickly find a way out, leaving Boris and Theo alone, with a dumb excuse

"Wow, I've never seen such a disaster- And I've seen you on a normal date"

"You're not helping-"

"I tried helping and you couldn't handle it"

Theo just needs to do it by himself, because you like Theo and you don't want him to be anyone else

"You don't have to be weird, Theo. I like you the way you are; You don't have to pretend to be a different guy to impress me"

He's so nervous and he just spits out that he likes you

And that's how you both started dating

When he leaves for New York, he invites you to go with him

You were a little scared, but he begged and pleaded

And you ended up giving in