#the goldfinch x y/n

[buurial]

﹙　wc: 1.5k　﹚⠀⠀⠀ᡣ𐭩⠀⠀⠀enjoy, my corpses

　　◡◡　dirty life .ᐟ　⠀｡　⠀b. pavlikovsky && t. decker

⠀⚰࿔　๋࣭　tags、gender neutral reader.　underage drinking, underage smoking, underage etc.　first (writing) post.　english is not my first language.　lowercase intentional.　unhealthy habits.　realistic consequences of someones bad choices. 　boris speaking different languages and speaking broken english: grammar speech mistakes are on purpose.　the goldfinch MOVIE because the book was, um, interesting.　pills; painkillers.　reader is said to be a lightweight.　sex mentioned.　one small sex(ual) implication.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀꣑୧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sypnosis、a look into boris' daily life, ft. you and theo by his side.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀꣑୧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀authors note、uffhfh enjoy maybe.　boris and theo are my wives (real)

BORIS' ROOM WAS, WELL, MESSY, TO PUT IT NICELY.　it had a certain smell of weed, multiple bongs placed around the room and a few tipped over, almost foggy from how much cigarette smoke is contained in there which doesnt ever leave as boris never has his door open, clothes—some of which arent even his, a few similar to other peoples clothes and some just completely random that look like clothes he would never even dare to touch—not even in a hamper and just looking like they are just tossed around casually onto the floor and on really any object near, having no sheets on his mattress—that looks as if it hasnt been cleaned in a while, having cigarrete burns and cigarettes ashes covering it, plus random food crumbs and more, barely looking comfortable—and a blanket that is haphazardly discarded to the point only half of it actually stays on the bed and the rest of it laid on the dirty floor below, boxes of stuff set around full of sweet jewels and expensive stuff that he could never afford meaning it was likely stolen, etc.　boris wasnt an organized or clean boy, opting to do the least amount of anything he really could and choosing lazier options.　the only thing he truly put effort into was doing bad things and manipulating others into things they didnt desire of doing, and you and theo were a great example of such.　he never really experienced having friends, so why would he know anything about how to treat a friend?　he knew little to nothing and was all street-smart when it came to anything, only intelligent when trying to learn a new way to get a fresh supply of cocaine or something.　when he finally realized he had managed to gain not only one friend, but two, he couldnt fight back a smile, happiness enveloping him for once in his life, but of course it didnt last long and he went back to that sorta emotionless him once more.　he thought of having friends as a way to escape reality, as sappy as it sounds, but also them being like his own kinda, like, slaves?　in a way?　friends could do anything for him!　supply him weed, cocaine, alcohol, anything, right?　besides that though, friends werent an important thing to him, but he kept them because he knew he wouldnt find any others who would even stomach anything he would, or could, do.

　midnights that were full of drinking, doing lines, and smoking turned into early mornings that consisted of headaches that could kill a small, sickly victorian boy at one feel of it and so many painkillers, laying next to two of his only friends with one still dead asleep; theo.　you were awake with boris, orange-tinted bottles scattering the already dirty mattress with a few of the pills spilling out, it being said that they were painkillers on the white that stuck to the bottle.　boris could handle the heavy nights, but you clearly couldnt, groaning in discontent with your head stuffed in a pillow where you almost couldnt breathe.　being a lightweight and scared to do bad things sucked when friends with boris cause he was just hardcore as hell, wanting to do anything and everything bad that would affect his health and future.　it was another day that smells did more than linger, strongly smelling of every bad decision that boris had ever made.　boris, even after an entire night of drinking, doing lines, and smoking, had a cigarette between his pointer and middle finger, fogging up the room just a little more as he brought it to his cracked and dry lips, taking a deep inhale before pulling the cigarette away from his mouth.　he let the smoke really soak up into his lungs for a moment before finally puffing the see-through mist out, staring blankly ahead.

　"you хорошо?" boris eventually asked, breaking the deafening silence.　he glanced over, taking in the view of you being distraught.　you, not knowing russian, turned your head out of the pillow—and intaking a large breath after having your head placed in the fabric for a good while, not getting good airflow—and only blinked at him.　he blinked back before mumbling an 'oh, sorry'.　"you, uhh.. good. you good?" he corrected, asking once more.

　you offered a small shake of the head, frowning some.　did you look at all okay?　no.　your eyes were bloodshot and droopy including eye bags, your skin was slowly becoming rougher by each day you decided to join boris on his crazy nights, your lips were chapped, and just overall looked like boris but, like, not.　you were still your own person, just worse than before, you know?

　"im not good," you soon answered.

　"good? no? oh."

　after a moment of silence, boris speaks again, "sex helps."

　you narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before huffing, being quick to deny his, what you assumed to be, offer, "no thanks," with a shake of the head. you turned your head to the other side, catching a glimpse of boris shrugging and taking another long inhale of his cigarette before meeting with theos asleep face.　now looking at theo, you sat up, trying to push away the immediate body pain that struck up the whole of your body like lightning.　you only let the frown you wore deepen at the pain, but besides that, theo probably needed to wake up before a nightmare would ensue.

　at first, you were gonna ask boris to wake theo up, but looking back at boris he seemed too busy staring into space, smoking his cigarette, and thinking of god knows what.　your lips rather became a thin line, looking back at theo before putting your hand on his shoulder, shaking his body some.　theo awoke soon enough, eyes fluttering open and meeting yours.　he seemed as if he was gonna smile, but he instead was met with the same pain you had felt when you woke up earlier too, leaving his brows to furrow.　you sighed, grabbing one of the pill bottles on the mattress and handing it to him, to which he yanked out your hand—soon to mutter a 'sorry'—before tossing them in his mouth and swallowing, eventually coughing but recovering quickly.

　theo took a small moment of silence before speaking, "good morning– or bad morning." he finally offered the smile he originally wanted to give before the pain had shot through him.　the smile was small, just barely showing the yellowish-white of his teeth at the side of his mouth, but it was nice nonetheless to look at.

　"morning, potter," boris said, interrupting the stare theo and you had shared for a moment.　theo looked at boris, having gotten used to the nickname by now, and gave a small wave as a familiar way to greet boris back.　boris hummed, letting theo know he acknowledged the wave before taking another drag of the cigarette, soon putting it out on the ashtray that was on the bedside table.　"was плохой morning," boris joked, though it was semi-truthful, so maybe not as playful as he wouldve assumed.　you turned to theo, seeking a translation, to which theo did answer, "it means bad." theo had started recently learning boris' languages that he speaks until boris would make a little more effort into trying to learn english 100%.　hes learned quite a bit, it was cool.

　your lips shaped in an 'o' before nodding, smiling some as a silent way to say thanks.　theo returned the nod, silently saying youre welcome, before of course boris ruins it once more.　you were unaware if boris would interrupt moments like this on purpose or not, assuming he was just bad at social cues or something cause that sounded the most accurate than stopping you and theo from having a nice time with eachother.

　"potter, make food?" boris questioned, though it slightly sounded like a command.

　theo looked over at boris, thinking for a moment seemingly as he was silent, before shrugging which you and boris assumed was a yes.　boris gave a small grin, showing off his more yellow teeth—his red gums that looked like they should never meet cold anything just barely hidden—which was expected for a boy like him.　realistically, would you expect someone who drinks, does lines, and smokes to have pearly, blinding white teeth and completely healthy and pink gums?　didnt think so.

　"i can make breakfast i guess," said theo. "what do you guys want?　your options are limited cause i cant cook that well.. and im tired still."

　you offered making something that you wouldve liked for breakfast, and boris did aswell, and soon enough your guys day had officially started.　it was likely today was another that would turn into a night where you all overdid drugs, alcohol, lines, etc., sure to include some non-friendly touches between not-so friends that were you, boris, and theo, and that would be something boris would never be against.　he didnt know whether he could say the same for you and theo, but he was relatively more happy since he met you both, but he wouldve never admitted that to your faces.　that is too heartwarming to say for a person like him– too sweet.

[ifangirlalot]

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Finn raised his head from between [Name]'s perfectly rounded thighs, his red lips swollen and wet from sucking on her wet, juicy cunt. He had been there now for God knows how long, he had lost count after her third or fourth orgasm. He had such a hard time resisting the soft thickness of her body, but it got so much worse whenever she let herself wear short skirts with halters and cute little heart shaped clips that left sweet indents in her soft skin.

Finn's hand stroked the skin of her thigh for a few moments before he suddenly smacked his palm against it. His cum-dumb baby let out a gasp as she jumped slightly, causing her thighs to jostle and jiggle in the most charming way. The corners of his mouth tugged upward into a lopsided smirk.

His teeth sank into his bottom lip as his hand continued stroking, slapping, and groping her sweet thighs. God, he loved those thighs. He loved seeing the skin there pink and marked in the shape of his hand. Loved watching the skin jiggle about. It was just the cutest.

"You've been so good, dolly," he cooed, raising himself up to his knees as his hands went to his waist to unhook his belt. "But, I think you can be even better. Just pull your pretty little legs up there and I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't see straight, 'kay?"

[Name] mewled and did as she was told, her hands reaching up and curving beneath her thighs and pulling them up so they were resting against her lush bust. Her skirt folded upward, giving Finn an even better, more wide view of her pussy. Her pussy lips were pink and coated with sticky cum from her last few orgasms. Poor, dumb little baby had been violently tongue fucked to her breaking point so many times, she couldn't even speak when she was spoken to.

But he liked it that way.

Finn smiled innocently, as though he wasn't about to violently fuck her into oblivion. "Good girl. Just stay right there for me." He unzipped his fly and folded down the waistband of his boxers. As he moved himself over her, he had to be careful with the way that he pushed his dick in her. Too quick and he'd cum as soon as his tip parted her sweet cunt. Those curves, that soft skin, they'd have him shooting out hot ropes of sperm before he could thrust.

[Name] whined softly, her legs quaking as he thrusted slowly for a few minutes. He quickly had enough of that shit, though, and gradually slid from grinding to pounding. He gripped her neck firmly enough to place pressure on her throat, but not nearly hard enough as to have her gasping for breath. He could hear the loud pap pap pap from her wet cunt as he cock abused her hole. [Name] was squealing and moaning and whimpering beneath him, drool dribbling from her plump, wet lips.

"Oh, that's a good girl," he praised, his voice gruff but gentle despite the rough movements of his hips as he stretched her open again and again. He took his hand off her throat and grabbed her thighs, readjusting them and pressing them against his waist.

"Come on baby, give me a squeeze. I wanna hear my bones popping." Finn demanded, rearing back and shoving back into her rougher than he had been doing. [Name] moaned loudly and did as she was told once more, her thighs pressing hard against his hips. He groaned and threw his head back. His dark hair was damp with sweat as his eyebrows furrowed from the pleasure. "Fuck, that's it, atta girl…"

He gave a couple more hard shoves into her sopping wet pussy before he slowly pulled out. She let him know of her disapproval by letting out a whiny mewl.

"Hush." Finn said, gently yet firmly, as he smacked her thighs, leaving yet another hand print on her skin. He wrapped her hair around his fist like a horse's rein and flipped her over with one swift movement. He moved the skirt up over her again and pressed her face into the mattress. Once he pulled her hips off the ground, he smirked and slid himself back in again, continuing his sexual abuse where he had left off, this time with his fingers roughly digging into her lush hips as [Name] let out muffled, pleasured sobs.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it up without spilling into her. He had to make it count. He grunted with every thrust back into her, his movements steadily becoming sloppy and uneven. Finn bent forward, tangling one of his hands into her locks again as he doubled his speed. Finally, he felt the knot in his navel unravel as he spilled hot rope after hot rope of seed in her sticky hole. One look between her legs told him she'd already came once before, as the white liquid trickled down her thighs and dripped to the soiled bed sheets. He must have been too caught up in ecstasy to notice.

"Good girl.. oh, you're so good.." Finn whispered breathlessly as he slowly pulled out. "Next time, I want you to get off on my head."

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[hopelesswritergall]

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..

[walmarttrashbag]

Finnie & Characters Headcanons!

Finn Wolfhard & his characters x Y/n

Requested by: Anonymous!

I'm so happy it's not Yandere! It feels so much better for no Yandere to write with!!!

~First Date Headcanons~

Finn:

Finn, being the sweet guy he is, is a little nervous at first. He thinks you're so pretty. He pays for you even if you refuse, and you both walk in the park, before dancing around in the night. Really wholesome date for both of you. He drove you home and you shared a lovely kiss.

Richie:

Richie's so charming and charismatic, you couldn't help but fall head over heels for him. Going to the arcade and grabbing pizza. Believe it or not - He let you win Street Fighter! Richie biked you home that night and you kissed his cheek before you went in. He held his cheek, amazed, and biked home thinking about how lucky he was.

Mike:

You didn't know how he could afford a dinner date with his trusty 3.50, but you assumed he'd been working neighborhood jobs to earn the big bucks just for you. Rambles on about how much he misses El... It hurts your feelings so you stand up.

"Where are you going?" Mike would quickly say.

You looked away "I think it would be better to go."

Mike got up "Wait-" He ran over to you and kissed you. You felt weird weird looks from people but Mike grabbed your hand and dragged you into the men's bathroom, pushed you in a stall, and make out noises were echoing all over the bathroom.

Boris:

Let's be honest, Boris stole all the food and stuff and made sure his deadbeat dad wasn't here for anything. You were amazed by how much stuff he got away with stealing. Good food pretty candles, and even lots of flowers. Theo helped set up the place before going to bed. He woke up at 11 pm to hear Boris cursing in Russian and you moaning so loud your vocal cords could break.

Miles:

You were scared as fuck but he was actually incredibly loving. Opened up to you about his life, almost starting crying. The food was amazing, you thanked Mrs. Grose. You went upstairs to Miles' bedroom and almost fucked but Flora was too innocent for her little ears to hear such horrid noises.

Trevor:

You had lunch together in the ectomobile. Trevor sat close to you and put his arm around you, making sure no ghosts would get you, or at least that's what he claimed. You thought he was precious. You shared some kisses and stole bites from his food which he let slide this time. Almost getting killed by a ghost but Trevor resolved that quickly and reassured you everything's okay. You weren't let down in the slightest by this man.

Tyler:

Pizza was on him. He was so nervous, and you thought that was adorable. You gave him so many kisses. Tyler would've died if you weren't there to hold him close, muttering "Thank you" and "I love you". He was so head over heels for you.

Bobert:

Bobert was terrifying, but so mysterious as well. Not really any food to eat, but you laid down together and cuddled in the forest, so it was good enough for you. He was actually a great kisser, and he's earned himself a second date!

Hey! I'm so happy this isn't Yandere!!!! Thank you for requesting this!

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Harley Quinn Y/n Profile

Name’s: y/n quinzel, Harley Quinn, Etc

Powers/Skills: Gifted Intelligence, Pathological Indomitable Will, Charisma, Deception, Expert Psychologist, Skilled Tactician, Acrobatics, Weaponry, Gunmanship, Marksmanship, Expert Combatant, Peak Human Condition, Etc

Hobby: Stealing, Making People Mad, Rollerblading, Spending Time With Bruce And Cassandra Cain, Etc

Type Of Villain: Psychotic Trickster

Height: 5’6

Personality: Sweet, Giddy, Girlish, Etc

Age: (Your Age)

Eye Color: Blue

Skin Color: Very Pale

Gender: Female

[crucifiedkiss]

◌ೆ୧　 ͢YOUR MAIL HAS BEEN DELIEVERED ♡

𓈒⠀⠀⁺⠀𝜗 crucifiedkiss ╱ finnverse x gn! reader 𝜚

ꨄ︎ hcs ++ drbls woa finnverse ⏤ ﹙glue song﹚ 🪽 ˖ ׁ

⁩  ಲ ͏ㅤ ׅㅤㅤcw: fluff ++ light angst, accidentally dialouge heavy, headcanons (hcs) && drabbles (drbls), ways of affection (woa <- love languages), mentioned byler :P, seasons not specified (?), LONG !!! (i had 22 lock IN), mentions of mileven (not hating !! some ppl just rlly hate that ship 😓), liking someone whilst already dating someone else ++ hints at breaking up, alcohol ++ drugs, implications of abuse, bad parenting, ooc ???, etc. .. overall cute tho !!ㅤ✿𝅼

( ｡>﹏<) "not all the characters finn has acted as (ofc) !!! only did the ones that r especially popular or more known ^^ !!! only ft. mike wheeler and boris pavlikovsky cause im eepy (ITS 2AM ???) !! enjoy ml 🫂 this took FOREVSS RAHHH !!!" ⏤ c.k.　と

𝜗୧ ּ݂⠀💌 mike wheelers way of affection ﹗

　　　⏤　 BEFORE DATING HIM: ok so. u know how in st when mike rlly starts to realize his feelings for will (byler❗), how he can barely even show physical affection ?? definitely not physical affection cause of that😓 its just cause he is kinda jittery/nervous, he will get better i swear !!! looking at the show, mike loves giving gifts to eleven, so im alright to say his way of affection is gifts :3 probably gives u random things, but mainly just the ordinary things u would give someone that r romantic such as flowers, chocolates (IF UR ALLERGIC IM SO SORRY !!! HE WOULD PROBABLY GIVE U A SUBSTITUTE FOR IT LIKE UR FAVORITE CANDY/CANDIES OR WHTVR U PREFER ML !! ^_^ CAN PPL BE ALLERGIC TO FLOWERS ?? IF ALLERGIC TO FLOWERS THINK OF IT AS SMTH ELSE IM SO SORRY AGAIN RAHHHH😓), etc. !! would be rlly shy abt it, especially because ur not even dating him yet .. swears on his LIFE that the gifts r platonic. yeah right ... just friends get u ur favorite food and flowers that smell like hes sprayed perfume of sorts onto them for them to smell even better then normally .. ur painfully obvious micheal wheeler !!! most sweaty palms ??? lowkey gross but pls forgive him!

mike stood stiff infront of you, lopsided smile on his lips with his arms extended out, in his hands holding out your favorite flowers that were all bundled together and neatly tied with a little ribbon, a small tag on it saying where its from that he mustve forgotten to rip off. hes heard you mention your favorite type before, so why not get you some? he stared intently at your reaction, looking for any type of disgust or discomfort in your eyes, analyzing to the point it couldve came off as creepy, but he didnt want his gift to be hated or something! after much awkward silence that felt like hours—realistically being less then a minute, but he was impatient—, he noticed you return a more heartfelt smile that made his stomach churn with a feeling he just couldnt describe. you grabbed the flowers from his sweaty palms that left the plants green slightly moist. he chuckled, quickly returning his arms back to his side—not before wiping his hands on his jeans to try to wipe away the gross sweat that had gathered just at the thought of you.

your smile was fond. it made him feel so sickly.

"thank you," he heard you say, leaving him to nod before mumbling out hastily that he needed to be somewhere, using the excuse of needing to see eleven ... right. eleven. his beloved girlfriend. yep. he offered a small wave goodbye before speeding off, mentally scolding himself. why did he get you flowers?? do people give friends flowers that smelt ever-so nicely?? his head spun with thoughts but he pushed them away. he needed to go see eleven ...

　　　⏤　 DURING DATING HIM: physical touch, words of affirmation, and still gift giving because yippee :3 in st, he is often near eleven and close to her (although i think eleven often ensues the physical touch first, i would say this still counts !), and words of affirmation just because he is a silly boy. showing love ?? through words ?? SIGN HIM UP !!! praise of any sorts is amazing. loves complimenting u ^_^ gift giving is obvious of course :) i think he eventually kinda fell out of giving gifts, but still does it more to remind u of when he used to be a big baby (pre-dating) or just does it for u to be happy if u rlly wish to want gifts (finds out how to get that money somehow ..) :) ur his everything tbh😞 pls i love him😭

mike grinned softly, looking at the first pair of flowers he had ever gotten you before you two started dating, the tag he had left on it originally now taken off thankfully. it was in a gorgeous vase that was a mix of blue, his favorite color, and your favorite color. they had grown beautifully with the proper care. he let his eyes gaze away from the pot of flowers, sunshine rays shining brightly onto them, making eye contact with you. his eyes sparkled with joy and crinkled due to his smile, black hair a little frizzed but overall handsome on him, and his skin was as beautifully pale as ever– if that was a compliment.

"you kept them?" he questioned quietly, not wanting to break the adoring peace between you and him.

"why wouldnt i have?" you responded back, earning a playful eye roll from him before getting abruptly pulled to his side, or atleast, more than you already were. his hand rested comfortably over the fabric of your clothing, just on the mid-torso to be respectful. he giggled, giving your body a loving squeeze.

"love you, pretty," he said as charmingly as possible– of course it was as charming as he wouldve wanted, why wouldnt it have been?

𝜗୧ ּ݂⠀💌 boris pavlikovskys way of affection ﹗

　　　⏤　 BEFORE DATING HIM: physical touch and emotional (the idea that people express and receive love in different ways, and that supporting a partner through difficult times is an important part of love/connecting with your loved one during tough times when they need your emotional support and resilience. aligning with this love language means that you are ready to be supportive of your partner's emotions during difficult times, and expect them to do the same for you) obviously. why wouldnt it be ??? do u see how touchy he is with theo😭 ??? and emotional because, like, have u SEEN how his father is ??? almost sobbed watching that one scene goodbye. my sweet lil thing :(( although emotional is a least known type of way to show affection, i think its rlly interesting !! i was gonna say words of affirmation aswell but like. this is BORIS we r talking about😓 maybe calls u nicknames in different languages and stuff but wont ever rlly praise u or anything like that (srry guys❗)

boris was a troublemaker, of course. that bit was obvious– he was probably on drunk and high everyday to be honest. but falling in love? with theo, he was already kinda in love with him. it made him sick to his stomach. loving was never really his.. thing. liking one person was enough, but two?? he was being driven into insanity at this point trying to choose who he... 'truly loved' or whatever fairytales say. he never really read books, how would he know? each night after he either left yours or theos house or after the two of you left, he was left grumbling to himself in the dead silence of his house. was loving someone really this hard? this is so tedious! and dumb!

today was just another day, drinking vodka straight from the bottle at your house, sat up at the front of your mattress, theo at his side whilst you were tidying up your room– not something you did often. having guests over though, your parental guardian had insisted to clean your room. boris stared blankly at you as he took the vodka away from his mouth, glancing over at theo for a second and handing the alcohol to him before looking back at you. he caught the small smile of theos mouth just before turning away ... that dumb smile.

"just sit down. thought you dislike cleaning?" boris questioned in that broken english. he was still learning.

"i do but im forced to clean it each time you guys come over," you huffed.

boris hummed, not even giving you a second to respond before you were yanked to sit next to him, bed leaning down at the new weight on it. you side eyed him for a moment, feeling his hand linger on your wrist he had originally pulled you by before letting you go, instead throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, keeping it touchy as always. you narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before just shrugging. you supposed you could just clean it later.

"alright, alright. i will join you and 'potter'." you sassily remarked. boris rolled his eyes, looking over at theo who had placed the vodka down by now. he stared for a moment before just pulling him close aswell, two of his favorite people by his side.

　　　⏤　 can u guys guess whether or not i rlly like boris by how long i wrote his. and my favorite trope. RAHHH I LOVE WRITING THIS SM ??? ALSO i couldnt rlly fit the emotional love language in there so like☹ anyways um | DURING DATING HIM: i think it would be the same. physical touch and emotional. i feel he rlly isnt to like, open about exploring, so he just sticks with what he likes and doesnt experient at all😭 the only thing he experiments with is different alcohols to find his next favorite lowkey !!! i feel as time passes and now actually dating u, how touchy he is just gets worse ... be careful guys he is the type to absolutely GRIP on you when cuddling or smth similar ^_^"

bruises. literally everywhere. boris was a cuddly man, that was a given, but he really did love just digging his fingers into your skin to the point it gave literal MARKS. you didnt mind to much, thinking it was sweet. he had good intentions of course!! arms wrapped around your waist, you were tightly pressed against boris' body, somehow managing to be comfortable. sure, you were gonna just get even more marks, but it was a casual thing by now. plus, atleast boris was happy– alot happier than before, thats for sure. previously, he and his father had a little ... squabble, lets say.

"bad parenting." boris had mumbled, breaking the silence.

you were going to say huh before your mouth became a 'O' in realization that he was talking about his father. you were quick to agree, nodding your head. he truly was a horrible father.

"dont worry about it, boris. its in the past," you tried reassuring.

past as in the last 20 minutes, but you still tried helping.

you only heard him sigh, mumbling something in russian under his breath—likely about him hating his dad or something—before pulling you closer, if even possible. seemed you would be here for a while as perusal as he practically would hold you captive– you werent really complaining though. he was rather warm for a guy so sickly looking.

[everdreamofme]

it's a boy, girl thing

mattheo riddle x reader

Mattheo Riddle was insufferable. He was one of the biggest assholes Y/N Y/L/N had ever met, and she had met a lot. Being a more 'reserved' Ravenclaw, Mattheo and his friends had the tendency to tease her every now and then. Not as much as other students in their year, admittedly, but she definitely had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of it.

Like today, for example. Transfiguration class wasn't exactly Y/N's favourite class, but she did well enough in the subject that she didn't despise the lessons. Y/N had always wanted to be a healer after Hogwarts, and to do that, she would need at least an Exceeds Expectations in numerous subjects just to be able to qualify for the Young Healers programme at St. Mungo's. Transfiguration being one of those numerous subjects.

So here she was. Transfiguration was fairly straightforward, but of course the execution was the tricky part. After successfully transfiguring the small American Goldfinch in front of her into a bouquet of flowers, a satisfied grin crossed her features as she set her wand down and turned in her chair to dig around her bag for some spare parchment to begin her essay. 

Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as she turned back to face her flowers, only to find there were no flowers sitting in front of her anymore. Instead, a huge phallic object made of porcelain now sat in front of her. Laughter came from all over the classroom as her peers started to notice what was sitting before her.

'First time seeing a dick?' Draco sniggered as she hurriedly searched the desk and surrounding ground for her wand.

She snapped her head up towards the table of Slytherins, ready for a snarky response, when she spotted Mattheo Riddle in the seat closest to her desk, twirling her wand absentmindedly through his fingers with a wicked grin on his face.

'You idiot, Riddle -'

'Miss Y/L/N,' She froze on all fours as Professor McGonagall called her name. 'I suggest you change the subject of your essay to one less... erotic. Fifty points from Ravenclaw House.'

'Y-yes Professor McGonagall.'

Standing, she snatched her wand from Mattheo's hands and sat with a glare as she transfigured the phallic object back into a bouquet of flowers.

I am going to kill that boy one day!

After class had ended, Y/N had all but chased the Slytherin boys down the hallway.

'Riddle! Riddle!' 

Mattheo groaned as he turned from his conversation with Draco and Enzo to the Ravenclaw girl storming towards him, his friends continuing on without him. 'Can I help you with something, Raven? Checked out any sex toys lately?'

'I cannot believe you did that to me! In front of Professor McGonagall too!' Scoffing, he began down the hallway after his friends again, Y/N stomping after him.

'You lost me fifty house points, Riddle! Fifty! They're going to eat me alive in the common room tonight!' She hissed after him.

'I don't give a fuck what you pencil-neck virgins do in your common rooms, princess,' He smirked as he turned to her again, leaning casually on the statue of Merlin that stood in the hallway.

'Can't be much worse than what you dumb Slytherin jocks get up to in your common room!' Her words didn't affect him, and she knew it from the roll of his eyes and the remaining smirk on his face. 'You're incorrigible, Riddle!'

'Don't care.' He shrugged back.

'I hate you!' 

'That's because you secretly want to have sex with me!' 

'Eugh! When I do decide to surrender the flower of my womanhood, I always imagined it to be with someone of my own species!' Y/N scoffed back, some passing students shooting her strange glances.

'Someone of your own species? What, like Longbottom?' He snorted.

'You are such an idiot, Riddle!' She hissed. ' You really think the world just revolves around quidditch and your stupid little gang and the dark arts.' Mattheo's jaw clenched as he took a step towards her.

'You know, you think you're so different to everyone else-'

'Different from.' She interrupted, causing him to stare at her incredulously. 'You said 'different to'. The correct phraseology is 'different from.''

'Thanks for that information; now I can say you're no different from any other fucking nerd with books instead of friends - and you don't have to open your big fat mouth to fucking correct me!'

'Dick!'

'Bitch!'

'Fuckboy!'

'Skank!'

'You know, I should pity you, but I can't—I hate you too much! I would rather cut off my legs with a rusty knife than be anything like you!' She exclaimed, pointing a finger in his face. Mattheo seethed, nostrils flaring, and eyes hardening.

'Ditto!' He hissed.

She snorted. 'Ditto?'

'Yeah, ditto!'

'Well - double ditto!'

'Double, double ditto!'

'Ugh - you are insufferable, Riddle!' The pair scoffed in unison, barging shoulders with each other as they stormed their separate ways.

Later that night, Y/N sat in front of the common room fire, hunched over a potions essay. She dropped her quill with a grimace as a blinding pain came into her head.

'Is everything alright?' Luna asked from her spot on the arm chair.

'Yeah, just got a sudden headache, is all.'

'Maybe stop faffing over your essays for once and actually get an early night then?' Cho suggested, flashing a grin at the girl from behind her magazine. Y/N rolled her eyes but began packing her textbooks up anyway.

'Yeah, I think I might just do that. Goodnight guys.'

Mattheo laughed as a puff of smoke left his mouth and he passed the blunt to Blaise.

'Mate, you have got to get some more of this for the party,' Draco complimented as he took a drag of his own blunt.

'You know I was already planning it,' Mattheo grinned in response until a sudden pain hit his head. He groaned as his hands shot up to his temples and his eyes screwed shut.

Theo barked a laugh. 'Think someone's about to hit white, boys!' 

'Nah, it's just a headache; I'm sure it'll pass soon.'

'Or you'll pass out!' Enzo giggled.

'I don't think so, Berkshire.' He scoffed, standing up. 'But I think I will have an early night.' He patted a sleeping Pansy on the shoulder as he made his way to his dorm, leaving his friends in the common room to continue their usual late-night shenanigans.

[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.

[w-wolfhard]

GLIMPSE OF US by joji.

pairing : young!boris pavlikovsky x reader

warning(s) : heavy underage drinking & smoking

wrds frm seb! : 01) ANGST ANGST ANGST . 02) this is rlly short bc im a lazy whore n yea. 03) it's also probably rlly shitty cus i rushed the ending but yk <33

boris sat at a lunch table with theo, violently stabbing his food with a fork, as he stared at you and your new boyfriend laughing together.

you had a huge grin plastered on your face, as you spoke with your boyfriend. it was a grin you never had on your face when you were with boris.

the boy was feeling mixxed emotions. he was sad, angry, and most importantly, jealous. he was jealous of how good your new boyfriend treated you. jealous because he knew he couldn't treat you that well. you and boris didn't end it on a bad note. you two were still friends.

theo sighed, as he watched the curly haired boy stab his food. theo didn't even know why you two broke up. he didn't even ask any of you. the only thing he knew was that boris came to theo's house at 3 in the morning, looking as if he got zero sleep and spent the whole night sobbing. his under eyes were dark, his eyes were red, and puffy.

just like they were at the current moment.

boris wanted to take his eyes off you so badly. because every single time he looks in your eyes, he gets lost. it's like he's in a maze, and it tortures him, 'cause there's just a shit ton of memories with you and him flooding around that maze. but that's why he couldn't take his eyes off you. so even if he TRIED to take his eyes off you, he'd miserably fail.

he watched as your boyfriend leaned in for a kiss. he saw you giggle, and kiss your boyfriend.

he felt a pang in his heart. he banged his hands against the lunch table, and walked off to the school parking lot. probably to get high and cry over a girl who he still loved, yet she was in love with another.

[emstompedie]

together forever pt. 1 (Boris x Fem!Reader)

You and Boris had met at 12 years old. You had been at the park late night getting some thoughts out. Sadly your father had left to go live with your now step-mother. Your mother constantly worked and tonight you were going to surprise her with dinner.

You ended up getting yelled at at how horrible the food was and how useless your mother though you were. She began to become more violent over the years. Today she snapped. She pushed you against the wall continuing to yell. Once you were on the floor crying. She paused. “Get out. I can’t do this right now.” She said. You agreed and then you were there at the playground where you met your soulmate.

“Hello?” You said. You heard footsteps but you couldn’t see very well since it was night.

“Hello.” You saw a figure walk up to you. The streetlight near the swings helped you see him better than when he was across the playground.

In front of you stood a sorta tall, lanky, pale boy. Who had looked like he had not one but of sunlight in his life. He had long curly hair. Maybe even a mullet. That looked like it hadn’t been combed or washed. When you looked to his face you gasped.

There were bruises and his nose was bleeding.

“Oh my god! Are you ok?” You stood up and looked at his face closer.

He smiled. “I am ok принцесса. Thank you for asking. I was just in a bit of trouble with my father. He decided to give me a bit of a punishment.. haha..” he tried to laugh to make it seem funny but you were horrified.

“What’s your name? You should stay somewhere other than your home.” You said, words rushing out. He laughed.

“I already have somewhere to go. My friend Potter let’s me stay with him when this happens. My name is Boris. And you? Why are you out here?.. What is your name?”

You sighed. “I’m Y/N. Uh.. Well.. My mother, she wasn’t really in a great mood. I tried to make dinner but.. She wasn’t so… proud.. she kind of kicked me out for the night. And now I’m stuck here at this playground for the night.” Your heart hurt remembering.

“Hey, hey, is ok принцесса.. Come stay with me and Potter for a little. He’ll welcome you.” He said. You smiled.

You followed him to an empty street to a house where a boy, shorter than Boris, answered.

“Come in! Welcome.” He said smiling, but with a bit of hesitation.

And that’s how you met your bestie, Theo, and your soulmate. Boris.

(принцесса = Princess in Russian)

[lemon-boy-stan]

cuddles in the rain - boris pavlikovsky x reader

for @softcloudyday who requested quite a lot of boris fics from my prompt list.

It was cold.

Rainy and miserably cold.

The rain pattered down on his house as you and Boris watched a movie on the couch.

“I’m really cold.” you muttered, looking for the aircon/heater controller but it wasn’t there. “Where’s the controller?”

“Smashed.” he said apologetically.

“Theo was playing the ring-stick game with it the other night.”

“Ring-stick?”

Boris sighed and got up, pointing to the formula sports your mum had gotten Theo last Christmas.

“Oh.”

“But!” He shouted, “We can crump.”

“We can what?” you laughed. “No, thanks.”

“We can... cuddle.”

“Oh! Okay,” you didn’t mind that, actually. He didn’t look like it, but Boris was quite warm, unlike yourself who was almost cold-blooded.

MASTERLIST - requests are always open (depending on the fandom)!

[sleepyimpala]

dating boris paviloskvy includes

FANDOM: The Goldfinch. PAIRING: Boris Paviloskvy x Reader. GENRE: headcanon. WARNINGS: mentions of drugs, child abuse, suicide, anixety/panic attacks, smut.

you, theo, and him being the golden trio

not minding that your boyfriend’s a ‘weirdo’

finding his accent the most ADORABLE thing ever

crying about his dad

boris not giving a shit

doing weird shit with/babysitting theo

dates where the two of you just get high together

boris being surprisingly helpful when you have panic/anxiety attacks

boris noticing little things if you’re being treated badly at home

“scar.”

“what?”

“scar… not there… yesterday.”

“it’s fine.”

“pfff.”

his clothes drown you

especially the black suits

but you still wear them anyways

“look it’s the freak and his girlfriend”

“hell yeah it is.”

great sex

boris helping you with your depression if you have it

helping boris be a bit more sane

and less drunk

and skip class less

“i swear to god i’m going to shove your mom and dad’s parenting methods UP THEIR ASSES”

“boris. it’s fine.”

talking about running away together A LOT

“when we have kids, i’m never going to treat our kid like that.”

“did you just…”

“in future.”

finding his broken english hella cute

convincing him not to take the painting

shoplifting together

“shit! go! go!”

boris teaching you how to do drugs, hating him for it because it’s so god damn addictive

boris discovering some weird hidden talent (eg, writing, lock-picking, photography) and freaking out over it

“your hair stinks, b”

nicknames like

princess, darling (the second one is only to piss you off, though. he can’t really pronounce ‘babe’ or ‘baby’ that well)

having an obsession with his hair

“if you ever cut it i swear to god,”

“chill chill”

theo not minding being the third wheel

theo being like a kid you adopt

getting detention together

getting double detention in detention because you made out, probably

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” (that’s theo)

boris being way taller than you

you not minding at all

you listen to emo music, which is why you get along, seeing as you wear black a lot.

when theo first meets you he’s like

“is this your twin sister”

“only retards have sex with their sister.”

“BORIS!”

you being his first time, him being yours

boris being good at sex

that’s his hidden talent don’t deny it.

boris saving your life if you ever try to kill yourself

watching movies together

getting banned from whatever cinema from ‘getting it on’ in public

not giving a shit

boris trying to set up romantic dates that are actually pretty nice

shoplifting makeup even though boris argues

“your skin is work of art”

being innocent at first

then boris happened

ok that’s it bye

MASTERLIST (requests for young!boris paviloskvy and finn wolfhard are open)  

[ifangirlalot]

hey!! I'd just like to say that I ADORE your theme and your writing. Could you maybe do a reader that performs a scene with Finn and it's triggering for her and Finn doesn't know because he thinks she's just improvising and he doesn't realize until after?? It's totally okay if you don't want to do this btw I just thought this would be cool lol

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*~fluff!~* [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: reader having a panic attack, finn unintentionally triggering [name]'s anxiety, accidentally not acknowledging and apologizing until later

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request I'm sorry it took so long to get this out, hope it's good since this took me maybe fifteen minutes lmao.

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[Name]'s POV

Reading a romantic scene on the script is so much less nerve wracking than actually doing the scene. When I read that my character and Finn's would have to kiss, my belly fluttered with butterflies. Actually, I felt a little excited. But then, as the day we were meant to shoot the kiss scene, I got steadily more anxious until it was all I could think about.

I had liked Finn for a while, what if I fucked it up? What if he didn't like the kiss? Oh God, what if he doesn't want to and I have to kiss his stunt double and I somehow fuck that up too? I wasn't ready for this. But unfortunately, anxiety has this habit of speeding up time, so the day had arrived before I even blinked. The scene passed as it was meant to..

But then.. Oh God, Finn was leading in.

His soft red lips met mine and my entire body felt like he had ignited it. Like my lips were fire and his were gasoline. My ears were ringing and my heart was pounding against my eardrums. It felt like my body was disconnected from my mind and my lips had gained a mind of their own. My lips pressed against his and I shakily moved my hands to his shoulders.

His hand wandered up my thigh.

Oh god oh god oh god Finn this wasn't in the script why are you doing this oh god please don't do this don't do this don't do this...

My entire body froze, but Finn didn't seem to notice. He continued kissing me, his thumb brushing against my thigh while his other hand held my cheek. Meanwhile, I felt like I was short circuiting. Like I was just a shell. It took everything in me to keep myself from shaking.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ Later on, I hesitantly knocked on Finn's trailer door. "Um.. Finn, can I.. talk to you, please?"

Finn smiled at me, which usually would have brushed away all the troubled thoughts I was experiencing, but not today. My body was still on edge from Finn's improv. I was shaking now, my face pale and my eyes twitching around the room. His smile quickly dropped when he saw my troubled expression.

"Hey.. [Name], you okay?" he asked, concerned, his dark eyebrows furrowing into a worried v.

"Um.. Finn, why didn't you tell me you were going off the script?" I whispered, not meeting his eyes. I looked down at the carpeted floor of his trailer, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, as though I were trying to keep myself from falling apart. "It.. just caught me off guard."

For a second, Finn was silent. I could almost hear the pieces clicking together in his head.

"Oh- fuck! Shit, I am so sorry, [Name]- I-I swear to god I wouldn't have done it if I knew it was going to make you uncomfortable! Jesus Christ-" He suddenly seemed stressed, his hands pushing into his hair back with his hands as he began to pace. "How did I not notice? I have anxiety, I should have realized! I should.. have.." Finn's words trailed off as he blew out a breath between puckered lips.

"Finn.. it.. it's okay.." I said quietly, hesitantly reaching out and grabbing his shoulders. Then I let my arms wrap around his torso, my head resting on his chest. He immediately relaxed and wrapped his arms around me with a sigh.

"I-I'm sorry, [Name]. No more improv unless we discuss it first, I promise."

[froggywritesstuff]

safe | boris pavlikovsky

Pairing: Boris Pavlikovsky x aromantic!g/n!reader (platonic)

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking, underage smoking, cigarettes, alcohol, mentions of drugs, mentions of arophobia, parental issues

Fandom: The Goldfinch

Request: no

A/N: this made more sense in my head. and i definitely didn't write this in under half an hour

Boris sighed as he took a long puff from the cigarette in his hands, nothing to do but watch you pace and pace around the room.

”It’s fucking messed up, Boris. Why can’t people just accept who I am? Why do I have to pretend to be someone else just so I don’t piss off someone else. Arophobia is fucking stupid.” you ranted, barely feeling the pain going through your legs as you walked.

Boris tilted his head to the side, “Are you sure that’s the right word for arophobia? Isn’t that fear of planes?”

You squinted at your intoxicated friend, “That’s aerophobia dipshit.”

Boris blinked at you, his face blank, “That’s the exact- you just said the exact same thing!”

You rolled your eyes, “Really? That’s your takeaway?”

”Y/N, I’m sorry, that’s all I can say. Your family is a piece of shit and so is anyone else who tells you you’re wrong for being who you are. So, you can keep ranting, or you can get almost as drunk as me.” he suggested, earning another eye roll from you.

”Of course your advice is to just get drunk.” you mumbled, shuffling to the bed where Boris was sitting, taking the bottle from his hands.

He furrowed his brows together, “Oh sure, take my alcohol, I give away for free now.”

You rolled your eyes at him, taking a sip from the bottle, “Calm down,” you said, ignoring the glare you received, “You’ve got stashes in every draw and cabinet in this house.” you argued, taking advantage of your best friends distracted state and taking the cigarette from his mouth and using it as your own.

A look of shock and betrayal flashed on Boris’s face, “Wha- really Y/N? What happened to your stash?”

You shrugged, leaning your head against the wall, “Me and my stash aren’t talking anymore.”

“Yeah, if I was your stash I wouldn’t wanna talk either.” Boris scoffed, earning a glare from you.

Rolling your eyes, you took the cigarette from your lips as you took a sip of the bottle, “You’re talking to me right now,”

Boris took the cigarette back from your hands, “I’m not your stash. And you’re my only friend.”

“I better be.” you said with a yawn as you felt Boris leaning his head against your shoulder.

”Your parents took it away. Didn’t they?” 

Sometimes you hated being best friends with Boris. Hated how he always knew what you weren’t saying. Hated how he always knew what was really going on.

You just sighed, Boris accepting that as an answer. 

You weren’t exactly best friends with your parents at the moment. After coming out as aromantic -something they didn’t understand nor did they want to understand- you felt like everyone in your house hated you. And once your parents found the collection of cigarettes under your bed, they were considering kicking you out. The only place you found safe was wherever Boris was. Which was ironic, considering at your first sleepover together, you both nearly passed out. Still, whether he was shoplifting from grocery stores or taking pills he definitely shouldn’t take, he was your best friend. He made you feel safe.

Boris let his eyes slowly shut as he mumbled, “If you don’t wanna go back there you can stay here as long as you need. My father shouldn’t be back for at least a week.”

A smile grew on your lips as you began to shut your eyes as well.

He really knew how to make you feel safe.

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