#who up thinking about boreo

[icedmo]

damn the goldfinch yaoi actually went so fucking crazy im trying to sleep rn but i’m just remembering boreo (not an uncommon experience) and just. damn what the hell did they go so hard for. boris kissing theo’s bloody fist that punched him. clumsy teenage exploration, internalised homophobia and solace in neglect. a dear friendship. the fact that boris was canonically theo’s first and thats ?? just a thing that was included?

like do you ever just think about how there was no need to include the fact that boris and theo would make out and be physical when high and drunk and for them to kiss goodbye followed by an internal i love you. like all of the jealousy theo felt and the lines pointing out the gay people he’s come across, how he’s repeatedly conscious about homosexuality. it was all consciously written like damn. boreo toxic yaoi dear friendship was all apart of the Actual novel and was deemed necessary to our understanding of theo. like damn

#the goldfinch #boreo #who up thinking about boreo #like wtf

[singguks]

city of hearts, ep. 1 ❤️‍🩹 taehyung

synopsis. having experienced a fateful romance by the beach, taehyung sets out on a quest through seoul's bustling streets to locate the woman who has stolen his heart.

pairing. taehyung x oc

genre. social media auㆍgamedesigner!tae ( angst. fluff. smut. )

word count. 5623

warnings. adulthood romance things cof cof implicit

a/n. i couldn't possibly start another au, but she said the word and so i did. happy birthday to my bestie, whom i'd love to see more often even though we talk every day ☆ thank you for being my person through and through ! this is my love letter to you, miss bubbles ♡

episodes. 01 ▸ 02 ▸ 03

▸ E1: True or False?

One day we got curious as to how men and women date in this city. To satisfy our curiosity, we discussed the beginning of a new project, that required us to follow the lives of several men and women in Seoul.

For it to be real, we won’t intervene in their lives. Only when we think it’s necessary, we will share their answers with others, or maybe edit them to make this entertaining—all the while keeping their original words. 

It’s worth telling that fifty individuals around Seoul were chosen for this project. Still, they will all be participating with nicknames to protect their privacy—as we usually do when it comes to the internet. They all had to promise to treat their phones as their friends, as well as the app we developed where we will be posting questions, and telling only the truth. 

But some answers and behaviors made us wonder if they indeed were telling us like it really is.

[ note that some of their answers will be through text, others, like this one, will be taken as voice notes. all voices undergo a modification due to privacy issues. ]

ılı.lıl taehyung: I’m the cool type… and uhm, gentle. Definitely not clingy. I’m cool. 

ılı.lıl deo: I keep true to myself when I date… and when I break up too. 

ılı.lıl kie: I’d say I fall in and out of love pretty fast. What can I say? I’m passionate. *chuckles* And if I have to break up, I just do it. I won’t dwell much. 

ılı.lıl yoongi: What’s even the point of getting laid? *tsk* It’s a hassle… 

ılı.lıl jin: I’m not one to play games. I don’t like that. I think overall I’m a pretty good guy. 

ılı.lıl harin: Before my current boyfriend, well, I think I dated around uhm… Four men? No, three…? Wait. Let me retake this just once! *laughs* 

So, whether the participants are telling the truth… well, we will let you be the judge of that. 

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boreo 🤔

bluengrey For me, it’s women I can have fun with.

boreo men that I can talk to?

⤷ callmerinie huh? talking isn’t everything

tangerimin A physical connection, people. 

supertuna Are you asking what I think you’re asking?

notmekeys why are you all acting so innocent? kkk

boreo oh- 

tangerimin Why can’t you all say it? It’s just whatever. Just say it. You know, like bang!

⤷ boreo i got it now. 

callmerinie 🤭

callmerinie and cut~!

boreo so if it’s about intimacy..

⤷ notmekeys i think i know just by the smell. you know, it’s all about pheromones

supertuna Doesn’t it depend on the man? At least I think so. 

⤷ callmerinie wow! really? you’re giving yourself too much credit. 😒

bluengrey Uhm.. Usually I take the lead if it’s about that. 

⤷ boreo uh-huh. do you really? 

⤷ bluengrey Ok. Fine. There was this one time that I followed the girl’s lead. 

⤷ bluengrey One time, okay? 

⤷ boreo doubt it

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bluengrey Dating? I don’t think so

⤷ supertuna No. I think it is. 

boreo dating really changed my point of view about that

tangerimin If you guys are putting it that way, I’ve dated many women. I loved it every time. 

⤷ callmerinie aww… and what the girls had to say about this?

⤷ notmekeys about men? well, you know. they are all the same: trash. 

⤷ boreo not all… i mean. there’s someone i know that wasn’t 

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boreo yes. there is someone i can’t forget. 

bluengrey I do. 

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[ note that this request was sent privately to users bluengrey and boreo and we edited the sequence of their answers according to our own motives and the following questioning. ]

ılı.lıl deo: It happened one year ago…

ılı.lıl taehyung: She was the only one I could see. Like I was just gravitating in her orbit… Like we were in a world of our own. I felt complete. 

ılı.lıl deo: I felt this spark every time I would catch him staring at me and then I simply couldn’t look away.

ılı.lıl taehyung: Back then I thought “Wah, this is what love feels like” *chuckles sadly*

ılı.lıl deo: I’ll always remember him. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: If that is really the case… I don’t think someone ends a relationship if they feel that way. 

ılı.lıl deo: It was my fault. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: You know, it was my fault… 

ılı.lıl taehyung: No… It’s true, she messed it up. 

ılı.lıl deo: I won’t make excuses.

ılı.lıl taehyung: I mean… Of all the people… Why me? Why did it have to be me?

ılı.lıl deo: Simply put, we met at a time when I needed someone like him. Thanks to him, I became who I am now... 

ılı.lıl taehyung: I wish I had never met her. *sighs* I was such a fool now that I think back. 

ılı.lıl deo: *smiles* Being around him.. his love was kind of magical...

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august 10th, 2022 

Summer is at its peak and Taehyung has just arrived at Jeju airport. It has been a while since he last had some time to himself due to work, so to say he couldn’t wait for this much-deserving vacation is an understatement. 

He organized everything at the company before he took off for this get-away, from the ongoing projects ideas he had recently pitched in, to the files the design team would need the next fifteen days he was away. And if you know Taehyung, you also know being organized was never his forte. 

The game designer waits absentmindedly with his luggage by his foot, as he takes his beloved camera out of its case to finally point at the structure behind him. This airport isn’t the biggest one he had ever set foot on, he observes, but it is cozy enough and bustling with people everywhere to the point his fingers itch for the metal click of the equipment for a piece of nostalgia he held dear to his heart. 

Just around the corner, Deo hit the brakes of the jeep as she waits for a group of tourists to cross to the other sidewalk while talking to her boss on the phone. 

“It would’ve been much easier if you had just asked him for a selfie or something, Yumi–” 

She hears her boss laugh through the speakers as she looks out of the window. The place is packed to the point she can barely see the pick-up line where the Ubers and Taxis usually park, and a wave of worriedness falls upon her. “Let’s go through with his description once again.” 

“Ok, remember… He’s tall, and the last time he came he had blonde hair but that might not be the case anymore… Mmm, he has a nice shoulder line– Just trust me, his face will be hard to miss. He’s really handsome!” 

The confession has Deo opening a smile. She met Yumi just a couple of weeks back when she arrived in Jeju herself, but the connection was instant. 

For the first three days, she stayed at Yumi’s shack—the colorful hostel by the beach owned by Yumi herself and her long-time fiancé, Namjoon. But then going home became some distant reality she wasn’t ready to face, so kindly she was offered a position at the beach stay. And now, here she is, doing her first task out of the premises and the vigilante eyes of her playful bosses. 

Although she loved the couple who hired her, even if it had been just a mere seventeen days, and she considered them as family, nothing made Deo as uncomfortable as not knowing what she was dealing with. Driving to the airport clueless as to whom she should be picking up wasn’t her cup of tea and the uneasiness she felt was visible as she sighed longly while turning off the call. 

The stop sign goes green again, and with a bold strike of encouragement, she straightens her back, holds the steering wheel with conviction, and begins a cheerful pep talk to herself. 

“You can do this.” She mumbles, hawkeyes scanning the people as her car slowly passes by. “How hard can it be… He’s tall and–” 

The words quickly lose their sound in her mouth. Standing ten feet ahead, a man attracts glances from everyone passing by as he checks the visor in his camera absentmindedly. 

Mentally, Deo starts crossing every characteristic being given by Yumi as she keeps looking at him through the safety of the Jeep’s tainted window. The only thing that doesn’t match is that this handsome man isn’t blonde but a brunette. His chocolate locks look ridiculously soft blowing in the light breeze. 

Inhaling resolved, she parks right next to him, rolling her window down.  

“Hi there! Would you perhaps be the Kim Taehyung from Seoul I’m looking for?” 

Upon hearing his name, Taehyung looks up at her. The girl doesn’t wait for his answer, she jumps out of the vehicle that he can notice is much bigger than herself. “You must be here to pick me up… Right?” 

Deo smiles at him confirming with a nod before opening the big trunk of the Jeep. Instead of introducing herself right away as expected, Taehyung watches as she reaches for his luggage, her knitted eyebrows denouncing how heavy it must be. 

“I– I can do that–” He tries, but she swiftly evades his reach. 

“It’s no problem! Really.”

He watches a bit flustered as she tries to dismiss her effort with a laid-back energy as if it was something she did all the time—to arrange heavy stuff in trunks and whatever not. 

Picking both his duffel bags to help while she is still pushing his suitcase inside the trunk, he is able to take two steps before she takes notice and grabs them from his hands. “Leave that to me! You can wait inside, really. Go ahead!” Deo waves her hand and he starts to walk toward the passenger seat uncertain of how to behave, but decides to take her lead for the time being. 

“Seatbealt!” She says as soon as she occupies the driver's seat and he is quick to follow the instruction. 

“So… Where is Namjoon?” 

Deo reaches for the rearview mirror, casually checking something in her eye before adjusting it back to its position. “Oh, he had to give today’s surf lessons and Yumi was kind of busy with tonight’s gathering so… But you’ll see him soon enough!”

“Ah, I see” 

“He’ll be waiting for us by the beach, don’t worry.” And the bubbly smile she gives him before starting the car and driving them away is enough to shut down his inquiry and haze him in his thoughts. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: What kind of women I’m compatible with? *smiles* Looking back… I’m drawn to the ones that are strange to me at first *chuckles* I think they’re a good pair for me. 

Driving down the lush tapestry of Jeju island, Deo takes the wheel as the jeep’s interior is illuminated by the soft glow of the sun. Melodic notes intertwine with the afternoon’s warm atmosphere as music envelops them. Deo’s fingers tap the steering wheel, and her voice, a gentle hum, dances in harmony with the rhythm. Taehyung, sitting beside her, steals occasional glances, captivated by her carefree demeanor. The playful sway of her copper strands in the wind and the joy evident on her face, as the waves crash on the coast, make the moment feel like a private dance between them.

ılı.lıl taehyung: Have you ever met someone and felt like they were this huge… Question mark? 

ılı.lıl taehyung: Like– “What is she like? She looks fun” *chuckles reminiscent* And you can’t stop having these questions and curiosities… You just want to know more and more. 

As if sensing the perfect moment, a familiar melody begins to play through the car’s speakers. Deo’s eyes lit up with recognition, a grin forming on her lips. Officially Missing You by Tamia had been remade by Basstracks as a summer tune, and it had quickly become one of her favorites at the moment; a song that resonated with the essence of Jeju and its travelers. 

With an impulsive burst of excitement, Deo cranks up the volume, allowing the music to envelop the jeep. The infectious beat cascades around them, harmonizing with the engine's rhythm roaring wildly in the wind. Her hands tap the steering wheel more enthusiastically than before, her foot keeping time with the pedals as the melody ignites her senses. 

And then, as if the music had started a fire within her, she begins to sing. Her voice, rich and passionate, hits Taehyung’s ears in a wonderful and alluring way. Every note she sings seems to carry the energy of the sun-drenched afternoon, a celebration of life and the freedom of the open road. 

Taehyung was initially taken aback by the sudden fervor. He watches in silent amazement as she transforms from a steady driver into a vivacious performer. Her eyes sparkle with delight, and her voice carries an unadulterated joy that is impossible to ignore. 

For a moment, he is rendered speechless, caught in the captivating spell of her uninhibited enthusiasm even though he knows the lyrics by heart himself. But as the chorus approaches, Deo’s voice soars higher, and turning to him with an unmistakable twinkle in her eye, she opens the windows further, allowing the world outside to merge with the music. 

“You know this song–?” As she asks and the chorus reaches its crescendo, she extends her arm toward him, pretending her hand is a microphone. The invitation hangs between them, and he hesitates for a moment. “C’mon! Sing with me–” Shyness lingered, but her spirited performance is too magnetic to resist. 

Taking a deep breath, he leans closer to the imaginary tool and timidly joins in, his voice intertwining with hers. Taehyung sings softly, still caught in the spell of her contagious energy. His eyes remain fixed on her while she loses herself to the music.

At that moment, as Deo sings with all her heart, his own swells with a profound fondness for the stranger sitting by his side. He realizes that this is a glimpse into her unfiltered soul—one that seems to revel in the simple joys of life, that seems to embrace every moment with unbridled passion. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: That’s how I fell for her… You see, I’m attracted to intense women. 

⤷ tangerimin It is fun to follow their lead kekeke so… Same here. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: There is a lot more to it– Like being bubbly… Oh, and she was also pretty feisty! Yeah, *smiles* that’s what she was like. She had just the right amount of feistiness.

When the music fades out and is replaced by the radio host’s voice instead, Deo turns down the volume still in a cheerful spirit. She takes a peak at the passenger seat only to notice Taehyung’s eyes are already on her. Visibly disconcerted, he gives her a small smile before looking over at his window instead, and she takes the opportunity to know more about him. 

“You will like it there,” she starts bubbly and he returns his gaze to her side profile. It is endearing how close to the steering wheel her seat is to compensate for her small stature.  

“I think so too… The last time I came it was such a healing experience– And well, I’ve been wanting to rent a trailer ever since I was younger.” 

“Oh, you’ll love it then!” He watches how her eyes part from the road ahead and instead fall on his side of the car, momentarily pointing with her index finger still on the wheel to the beach extension that passes by them. “It must be lovely to drive along the coasts… Picking these beautiful spots to just– Chill. I have a list of them if you want!” 

Taehyung leans his head on the window, a nostalgic wave hits his lips as the lines of it curve upward and he watches the sea crashing at the shore. It’s like a vivid picture of his childhood right in front of him. 

“That would be great if I had the license to drive the camper around… Maybe next time?” 

“You’re staying over a month and you won’t even change spots?! Now that we can’t do, hon.” 

He looks back at her startled by the casualty she treats everything. And not in a bad way; she didn’t peg him as this overbearing nosy person who didn’t have boundaries, but as someone that seemed carefree and loose. A different version of himself that he had to let go of many moons ago to fit the immense gray box that was societal norms and ordinary conviviality. 

Feeling a bit tempted to just enjoy the moment he decides then to let go of the filters. “That’s the only thing to do, hon, I don’t have the license.” He jokes, chuckling at her reaction when hearing the nickname. “What? You started it.” 

“My bad! Yumi was so invested in this whole casual speech thing ever since I started my part-time job there that now I just can’t come out of it. Something about making the guests feel at home and all that…” 

“Sounds like Yumi!” 

“But back to you. I was thinking… If there was a way to get you a license, would you want it? To live the full experience of a camper, that is…?” 

Taehyung frowns thinking as he looks to the calm waves again, but there isn’t much thinking to do. He would love the freedom of parking the vehicle throughout the whole extension of Jeju. “Sure…” He ponders. Being the type to imagine and discuss things, he was more than ready to give her all the reasons why that would be great for his next stay. “To park it whe–” 

“Great! So let’s do it!” 

It is the last thing he hears before she makes an abrupt U-turn in the middle of the calm road, and he has to flatten one hand on the window and the other on the panel of the Jeep to hold for his life. 

His heart only stops beating at an alarming speed once she hits the brakes and he is able to open the door to exit the vehicle. Still confused as to what is happening, the picture gets clear as she opens her arms excitedly in front of what he realizes to be a driving school.

“Ta-da! Your problems will be solved in exactly two days!” Deo exclaims, and Taehyung is pretty certain that his face is contorting in the most clueless way. He notices how a sudden strike of worriedness flashes on her toffee irises, however. “If you manage to pass the test of course…” 

ılı.lıl taehyung: I should have known she was crazy by then… But in all honesty… That’s what made her fun in the first place. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: And that makes me crazy too *laughs* You know, it’s those kinds of things you only realize later… Much later. Like realizing you’ve been conned only after being conned by someone *sighs*

⤷ supertuna Wow … I have just now realized how some people can be so blind 

ılı.lıl taehyung: And now whenever I see a camper trailer… I think of her.

They only get out of the driving school when he goes through with all the paperwork necessary to go and take the test the next day as Deo had insisted. She not only pushed him into a 3x4 photo machine situated on the long corridor of the building, but also cut the picture she thought to be the best, and helped him fill the application. 

Taehyung keeps replaying the whole shenanigan in his head as he takes his surfboard out of the roof of the jeep parked by his temporary home—a camper trailer by the beach. Last year, Namjoon had called him excitedly sharing the news that his girlfriend and he had bought a cozy place in Jeju and had renovated it to be a chill hostel for surfers and passersby. Of course, Taehyung stopped by to visit as soon as he was able to take some days off, but at the time, since all trailers were already rented, he stayed on the main structure. 

Not that it was bad, far from it. He enjoyed every second; from the late-night gatherings to the lounge festivities, and the amazing lunchtime Yumi was keen on making into a later-on karaoke session or game quest. There was no dull time within the colorful facilities, and it was always kept so casual that it made Taehyung feel very much at home. 

But he had the trailer experience written down on his bucket list ever since he could remember. And so this time around, he was sure to seize the opportunity and make that old promise come true. 

His thoughts wander away as he finishes sticking his board in the warm sand. Playing by the emerald shore, Deo runs laughing as she is chased by two dogs. His right hand comes to his eye line to shield it from the sun as he is incapable of moving on with his life, seeing her throw a stick only to have the bigger dog chasing it and the little one look at her unamused. It’s like he could be here all day to witness this particular scene, unconscious and unbothered by what surrounds them. 

And that is indeed what happens. 

“Hey, you, Mr. cloud9–” Namjoon calls for his attention for the second time. “You didn’t listen to a thing I said, did you?” 

“Hm?” 

“I was telling you to close the canvas of it at night because of the wind– Are you even hearing a thing?” But as he follows his friend's line of sight he knows he isn’t. Letting go of his own obligations for the time being, he stands beside Taehyung, crossing his arms and admiring his dogs running as the waves serve as background music to his ears. It’s peaceful. It’s his piece of peace on earth. 

“She shines, doesn’t she?” 

Namjoon peaks at his friend before looking ahead once more, with a fond smile finding his features. “She does… She has been our recent source of joy. Yumi and I laugh so much because of her lately.” 

“Yeah, she seems fun,” Taehyung muses with a chuckle of his own still enamored by the scene displayed in front of him. Deo falls to the soft sand in laughter and both dogs come flying toward her. 

“Poor girl… She was dumped here by some surfer. Could you believe that?” 

There is a sorrowful pause and Taehyung is suddenly snapped out of his trance, indignity brimming in his eyes as his friend shakes his head clearly saddened by the situation. 

Returning his view to the girl ahead, he adds, “What kind of jerk would do that? She seems so bubbly and… Caring–” 

“You want to take her to Seoul?” Namjoon interrupts and he almost gasps. 

“Take her?!”

“Yeah, take her. I mean, I think she would be happy with you there…” 

“You think she would like to come with me?” Taehyung’s fingers tingle with the possibility, even if he himself doubts it a little. 

“Sure! We just have to give her one last shot and she’s good to go! The vet–”

“Wait. What? What are you talking about?” 

Namjoon stares at him suddenly confused, and then back at the beach again. As Deo hops by, calling for both Monnie and Tan, his eyebrows soften in understanding. 

“Oh… It’s not Monnie, is it?” He muses playfully. “You’re talking about Yewon… I see,” 

“Yewon…” Taehyung mumbles her name to himself. “So her name is Yewon, huh…”

But the impish nudges he receives on his side snap him out of his thoughts and let him know that Namjoon won’t be letting go of this confession so soon. 

In the cozy beachside hostel, the evening breeze whispers through open windows, carrying with it the laughter of tenants. With a lighthearted step, Deo finds herself in the pantry where Namjoon is absorbed in a way to easy recipe for lounge snacks. Fishing his phone out of her jeans, a small smile plays on her lips as she extends the device toward him. 

“Here you go, boss,” she remarks, her voice playful as she not only returns his phone but also substitutes the sugar jar in his hand with the salt and pepper. 

Namjoon glances up, chuckling at his clumsiness. “We were almost in trouble there. You’re a lifesaver.” 

As he takes the phone from the table filled with condiments, he can’t help but tease, “You should probably get one of your own, don’t you think?” 

“Eh. It’s just a hassle really… I only use it to talk to our guests.” 

Leaving him to his impromptu cooking, she strolls out to the porch, where the new visitors are gathering. The atmosphere is lively, with conversations and newfound curiosity filling the air. Deo effortlessly mingles, chatting with familiar faces and welcoming newcomers that pass by the beach. 

Among the crowd, she notices Taehyung engrossed in a ping pong game, as she takes some beers to a group playing Jenga. His infectious laughter captivates everyone around him and she can’t help but smile at the view. Her gaze lingers, catching his eye for a fleeting second. 

She points with her head to the group around him, wearing a playful smile on her lips, and lifting her thumb up to measure how he is doing tonight she waits for his response. Immediately he raises his own finger positively, his smile opening wider at her caring gesture to check on him. 

Suddenly, the lights flicker and go out, causing momentary confusion and their brief interaction to cease. Murmurs and laughter rise as the guests fumble in the dark. Deo is the only one chuckling expectant as she knows what is to come. 

Then, not ten seconds later, Yumi’s voice pierce the darkness through a megaphone. “Ladies and gents, it’s game time!” 

The announcement is met with cheers and applause, and the porch transforms into a playground of excitement. Deo herself feels the rush of anticipation buzz down to the tip of her fingers as the group prepares for a surprise game under the stars, even though she replays the script made by her and Yumi earlier on in her mind.

The last time Taehyung stayed here, he arrived so tired from a late-night flight that he wasn’t able to participate in the welcoming game he knew Yumi organized every month, and he regretted it for the whole week he rented a room. This night was all every guest he met by the beach was able to talk about, and now he was ready to find why. 

As some fairy lights and a big screen illuminate the space, Deo watches the handsome newcomer’s silhouette amid the glow. His grin was unmistakable as he raised a red cup, ready to dive open-heartedly into whatever it was that the hosts had prepared.

Supposedly, every time Yumi and Namjoon did this for the new guests to ambient themselves and feel more comfortable around everyone else, they prepared a scavenge hunt inside and outside of the hostel's bounds. But this week everything had gone to space and changes had to be made at the last minute. 

Between losing a long-time employee and having to train Deo on the spot, as well as managing the surf lessons and running the business, the couple had little to no time to arrange the things needed for the anticipated scavenge hunt. So this month, Deo pitched in with a rather easy game to orchestrate and that would still promote the mingling of the visitors—Simon Says. 

“And… Start!” Yumi exclaimed as she pressed the button to start the presentation on the projection screen. 

Big crimson red letters appear giving instructions and the crowd thrillingly follows. “Simon says: make a group with four girls and three guys” it reads at first and everyone fumbles their way to find open spots. Deo herself is forced to join as two guests she had come to know, pull her to their side. The thrill of the game intertwined with the salt-kissed wind made her feel some sense of belonging that she had never really expected. 

“Three guys, three girls!”

In the throes of the chaos of the match, it was inevitable however how Taehyung’s gaze followed the sound of Deo’s laughter. Even if their eyes meet in brief moments, and even if it was in the middle of an ongoing competition, a silent connection seemed to pull them to each other like gravity. 

As the game reaches its apex, the tension in the air is palpable. The players’ laughter overlaps with the sound of Yumi’s megaphone, creating a symphony of fun. They aren’t completely strangers now. There is a spontaneous connection formed between them all, just like the hosts had intended it to. 

“One guy, one girl! Quick!”, Yumi reads the screen through the megaphone overexcited, and the remaining participants eye each other in confusion while the rest of the crowd laughs entertained. “Oh–” 

Taehyung steals a glance at his two partners, both male, and they all chuckle amused, not really knowing how to proceed. 

“I think I messed up when writing this– Wait.” Yumi confesses to the crowd sheepishly, starting to move toward the laptop to try and fix the mistake. 

But then Taehyung feels like someone is watching him through his peripheral, and when he turns his head, it’s her. Deo stands two feet away from him, close to Yumi, watching joyfully, and he suddenly knows what to do. Or better, his heart does. 

With two quick steps, he reaches for her hand, pulling her gently to his side and attracting everyone else’s attention to their figures, Yumi’s included. In the midst of the applause and collective cheer, Deo’s mute inquiry reaches his eyes. 

The porch begins to transform into a realm of unity and exhilaration, being lit by the moonlight and the shared spirit of the guests, but not that any of the two notice, as the girl is too enchanted by her last-minute partner’s orbs. Taehyung's big brown eyes pierce hers with certainty and a flash of curiosity that is almost childlike. 

A shared smile floats between them as her sight falls to his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the joy of the evening and perhaps the butterflies that flutter rapidly in their stomachs.

The lights had gone out, but the bonds forming under the starry August sky seemed to shine even brighter. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: When you look into a girl’s eyes you can tell if she’s compatible with you or not. I can see who she is through it… And in that moment I felt it. I knew that she and I would be compatible. 

“We have our winner for tonight!” Yumi exclaims through the megaphone as they keep staring into each other’s eyes, “Congrats!” 

Amidst the fading echoes of the beachside game’s conclusion, jubilant cheers resound from the open porch of the hostel. The sun had retreated long before the gathering had started, ceding its reign to a canvas of twilight hues, but now fireworks burst into existence, painting the sky with a kaleidoscope of colors. 

The couple, different from the majority of the crowd who excitedly run towards the shores, stands hand in hand still. A silent connection stronger than the clamor. With each explosion, Taehyung’s gaze shifts from the spectacle to Deo, seeing in her eyes a breezeful wonder that makes him rendered. Yet, it’s not just the pyrotechnics that leave him breathless. As he watches her, a quiet realization dawns—his heart races to a rhythm he hadn’t known before. It’s more than just curiosity. At that moment, amid the splendor of the fireworks and the tranquil beauty of the night, Taehyung recognizes the gentle tug of love. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: I liked everything about her… The way she looked at things and the way she smelled. How she had two funky single braids done in her loose strands and the clothes she threw together without much effort making an all-together beachy look. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: Everything about her seemed perfect to me. I just… I really liked her.

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supertuna Maybe it’s because I’ve been dating for so long… But I find dating stories uhm… Kind of funny now keke 

callmerinie “And it was at that moment that the fireworks went off…” 🤭🤭 

tangerimin You bet they heard bells, too. I heard it was explosions of fireworks 😏

⤷ notmekeys i’m too drnk to answee this

supertuna I think everyone feels like their own love life is special like in a movie or something

notmekeys it’s a beautiful story tho

⤷ notmekeys there waas a guy who found a butiful woman on a trip and and the night they met fireworkss went off peww pew!

⤷ notmekeys their eyes met bang !! theirr hearts too

bluengrey But those things can happen all at once… At least I think so. 

boreo well… if the woman is insanely pretty that’s possible. don’t you think?

⤷ tangerimin That’s exactly when you have to realize it’s just too good to be true, don’t you think? 

supertuna Let’s say you wake up from that dream, then what happens if you don’t get together?

⤷ callmerinie then you die alone

⤷ notmekeys no. no no. i’m not alone. 

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bluengrey Hmm

bluengrey I would still fall for her..

boreo if i met him again… i’d fall in love again

bluengrey Yes, I think I would.

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[sparklygraves]

hey boreos-- I was gonna do an original story for nanowrimo this year but should I just write a 50,000 word boreo fanfic? ;D

I think I'll do the original story buuut just for fun to speculate, if I diiiid do a boreo fanfic it would totally involve Xandra cuz I am inexplicably obsessed with her!

she & Theo SEE each other in this way-- I don't know. it's like, there's a mutual--well, not quite respect. but game recognizing game or something.

&I think she cares about him & Boris.

ok anyway! so my fic would involve my beloved terrible Xandra...

maybe it would be set when Boris is living with her.

I saw this amazing fan art by @sneakydraws I think where Boris is lying in Theo's bed too sad & lost to get up.

what if Xandra calls up Theo (because remember? he called her that time-- so maybe she still has Hobie's number) & is like YOUR DIRTY BOYFRIEND IS A MESS

& Theo is like... what?

Xandra: I NEED HIM OUT. YOU NEED TO DEAL WITH THIS.

(if she's honest, Xandra likes having Boris there. he's a little fucked up anchor for her after losing Larry & Theo all at once. & even that fucking dog. anyway! Boris, wildly, is all she has.

she doesn't really want him gone. but she does want to take care of him. & she knows what--or who--he needs.)

Theo: What the mother--

Xandra: TALK TO HIM.

& she stomps into Theo's old room & shoves the phone into Boris' face,

aaaand that's where my hypothetical boreo fic begins!

#boreo #tgf #the goldfinch #nanowrimo #donna tartt #xandra #theodore decker #boris pavlikovsky

[poisonedprose]

₊˚✧ runaway confessions

boreo fluff

warnings: abuse, cursing

masterlist

prompt from: who fucking cares he's an asshole

“We’ll stop at yours, grab your things, and then go to the bus station.” Theo huffed out, walking quickly out of the house. “I can’t leave now. Give me more time.” Boris followed Theo.

“What!? I don’t have time! They’ll come for me and-" “Just one day.” Boris pleaded. “Why!?” Theo huffed angrily. “Because! I…” Boris paused looking at the ground. “Because what?” Theo provoked.

Boris looked around and bit his lip anxiously. He let out a sigh and focused his eyes on Theo’s. “How much time do I have to get my things?” Theo smiled with relief. “Not much. Make it quick.” Boris nodded and ran off to go get his things.

Soon, Boris returned with a bag full of his things. “What took you so long?” Theo questioned to which Boris ignored. He opened the door it the taxi and got in followerd by Theo.

“My father.” Boris whispered, grabbing Theo’s attention. “What?” Theo whispered back. “It is why I took so long.” Boris explained and reached down to pet Popchyk.

“He was in a bad mood.” “Oh.” Theo turned to look out the window. “Are you okay?” Theo asked. “Yes, he barely hurt me.” Theo furrowed his eyebrows. He hated hearing how badly his father treated him.

“Did he hit you?” Theo spoke quietly. “Speak up, Potter.” Boris continued to pet Popchyk. “Did he hit you?” Theo spoke louder but still gently. “Do not worry about it, Potter.” He smiled at Theo, trying to reassure him.

“But I am going to worry, Boris. You’re my best friend- you’re more than my best friend. I just hate seeing the way he treats you, you don’t deserve it.” Theo confessed returning his position of looking out the window.

“Theo, I am fine. And now I don’t have to worry about him anymore. And neither do you. I am okay.” Boris placed his hand of Theo’s shoulder. “That wasn’t the point.” Theo laughed at Boris’ obliviousness.

“What was the point?” Boris focused on Theo, eager to find out what his point was. “You’re more than my best friend.” Theo repeated. “Potter, I am your only friend.” Boris laughed continuing to play with Popchyk. “I like you, dipshit.” Boris’ laughed died down.

“You.. like me? Like in the way Kotku liked me?” Theo cringed at the mention of Boris’ ex girlfriend. “Yes.” Theo whispered, staring at the houses they passed by. "Is that why you wanted me to come with?" Theo nodded, still not daring to look at him.

The two remained silent throughout the car ride. "We're here." The taxi driver spoke up. Theo muttered a quick thank you and handed the man the money. Boris and Theo quickly got out and waited at the bus stop.

"You look tired." Boris observed. Theo stayed quiet, and if Boris knew any better, he'd think Theo was ignoring him. "You should get some sleep on the bus." Boris continuted, still unaware of Theo's attempt to ignore him. The two fell into an awkward silence again.

When the bus arrived they both quickly got on. Theo rested his head against the seat, trying to fall asleep. The ride was quiet, only the sounds of the road and outside sounds as they drove.

"Potter." Boris whispered, unaware if he was sleeping or not. "Hm?" Theo repiled without opening his eyes. "In the cab-" "Forget about it." Theo repositioned himself, trying to get comfortable. "No, no. I didn't say anything in the cab, because I did not know what or how to say." Boris continued.

"I.. feel the same, Theo." Theo opened his eyes to look at Boris. "I know I should have said it sooner, but... I didn't want to fuck things up." Theo smiled at Boris. "Go back to sleep." Boris leaned his head back on the seat, relieved he got it off his chest.

Theo rested his head on Boris' shoulder. "What are you doing?" Boris looked at Theo. "You said to go to sleep. So, I'm going to sleep. Wake me up when we gotta get off."

#! ✴ ₊˚✧ tgf . #boreo #gay #tgf #the goldfinch #boris pavlikovsky #theo decker #boris x theo #theo x boris #boris and theo #theo and boris

[prpfs]

hi ! 🐚 i want to get back into novella writing after a few months, so! i’m looking for a variety of roleplay partners (18+) ! more specifically, i’m looking for someone who is interested to play against the following—:

stranger things

mike wheeler

the goldfinch

theo decker (both teen & adult)

the last of us

ellie williams

i don’t have any deadset plot ideas, however i’m not picky about plots and am willing to think of something/use your ideas! i also am not picky on ships/pairings, so throw any characters at me! however, some of my favourites are—:

byler (stranger things //romantic)

madwheeler (stranger things //platonic)

mileven (stranger things //platonic)

boreo (the goldfinch //romantic)

ellie and joel (the last of us //platonic)

but again, these aren’t the only pairings i’ll do. i can work with anything!

my writing style varies, however i mostly write 4-7 paragraphs, sometimes a little less or a little more (depending on how juicy the plot is :3)! i’d prefer to write against someone who has a similar writing style. i’ve also done multiple chatroom rps, so a chatroom can be included ALONGSIDE a novella-style rp.

if we’ve roleplayed before and we lost contact, don’t be scared to reach out again! i had to drop many of my novella rps due to mental health, but i’m ready to start up again!

please message me on my account if you’re interested! 💖

DM if interested!

#stranger things roleplay #stranger things rp #the goldfinch roleplay #the goldfinch rp #the last of us roleplay #the last of us rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #cc x cc

[usbotthrills]

Why the people who have only watched the film might not ship Boreo…

Now I’m sure we’ve all met that one person, whose seen the Goldfinch film, and yet is insisting that both Boris and Theo are straight. Now I know this sounds crazy, but I THINK I’ve figure out why and it’s not JUST their stupid little heterosexuality.

1. A lot of the major Boreo scenes, that are blatant hints to the fact they are not straight in the slightest, have been taken away from the book. This obviously includes the mention of the ‘confusing and fucked-up nights, grappling around half dressed… hands on each other, rough and fast’ (pg 335). This also includes Theo’s OBVIOUS jealousy at Kotku (who isn’t in the film???but that’s a whole other issue).

2.As well as the fact that they present Theo’s ‘love’ for Pippa, as genuine strong love, rather than the attempt to connect to his mother (which it is, I’ve done another post about it if you don’t believe me). This means that some people are too convinced of Pippa and Theo being good for each other, that they are almost blind to Boreo.

3. You cannot hear the characters thoughts a lot of the time. Which really changes things when we get to this scene…

In the book, not only do we have this kiss but we also have Theo’s internal monologue, which is (in case you couldn’t tell) VERY gay. People can’t really see the fact that feeling a are reciprocated here, with Theo thinking that he ‘stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue… which was, of course, I love you’ (pg 395).

4. Finn Wolfhard is oblivious to the fact that every one of his characters is in love with his bestfriend and CLEARLY he hasn’t read the book. So, YES, part of this argument is just blaming his acting for Boris. It was a brilliant performance, we can all agree on that but I think it could have been a little gayer, to really fit with the character written in the book, you know?

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk *bows*

#the goldfinch #Theo decker #boris pavlikovsky #theo decker is gay #theodore decker is gay #theodore decker #boreo #the goldfinch film #the goldfinch book #analysis #the goldfinch analysis

[rybonucleic-ket]

FOR THE RICHARD SIKEN LINES: would love to see you do 12? :)

I'm making this about las vegas boreo because of fucking course I am

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"Boris, you drink almost exclusively vodka. And beer."

Offensive beginning to a discussion of alcohol, honestly.

"Potter. I told you all the places I have lived and you think I only drink vodka? And beer? Serious?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know? You've never even mentioned what it was like in half the countries you've lived in. ..hey, wait, where are you going?"

"To see what I can make from the shit in your kitchen."

There was not much. Cheap beer. Using old oranges and red wine from plastic bottle would piss off the Spanish bartender in Poland. I'll take what I can get.

Some oranges were too old. All of them, really. There was maybe one decent. I cut that one up, threw it in the warm wine from plastic bottle, it was the worst sangria anyone has made.

"Hey, Potter, come get your stupid fucking drink!"

"What the mother fuck is that?"

"...Culture."

He scrunched his face at me. "Boris, what?"

"Just drink it. You're the one who can't take vodka, not me."

He flipped me off, grabbed his drink, went to table.

I flipped him off, grabbed oranges, and followed.

We sat, looking at each other awhile.

"Honestly, the way you're staring at me is really making me not want to drink this."

"Fucking drink it. I had to make it for you."

He glared at me, but gave in. He raised the glass to his lips--

"WHAT THE FUCK-" he sputtered, gagging. "what even IS this, oh my go- ow, what the shit??"

I grinned, threw another orange, with victorious shout, "Headshot!"

"Stop- Boris, you fucker!"

-

"Worse than vodka, eh?"

Theo laughed, pretty in the light as we were laying on floor. "Tasted like shit. What even was that??"

"A disgrace to sangria. Not my fault, was only wine from plastic bottle. And the rotting oranges." I knocked my arm against his. "Sometime, will make you real sangria. we get fruit from store, find good wine, I make it, you stop complaining about vodka, eh?"

"Oh, fuck off." He turned his head to me. "But yeah. Next time I get to throw oranges too, though."

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#okay this is not high quality #was relatively low effort #but I really liked writing it. so. #thank you juno <3 #juno 🌌 #boreo #vegas era #boris pavlikovsky #theo decker #boris and theo #tgf #the goldfinch #ry writes

[byneddiedingo]

Basil Radford and Naunton Wayne in The Lady Vanishes (Alfred Hitchcock, 1938) Cast: Margaret Lockwood, Michael Redgrave, Paul Lukas, May Whitty, Cecil Parker, Linden Travers, Naunton Wayne, Basil Radford, Mary Clare, Emile Boreo, Googie Withers, Sally Stewart, Philip Leaver, Selma Vaz Dias, Catherine Lacy, Josephine Wilson. Screenplay: Sidney Gilliat, Frank Launder. Cinematography: Jack E. Cox There are those who think that Alfred Hitchcock never surpassed The Lady Vanishes when it comes to the romantic comedy thriller. From the opening sequence of an obviously miniature Eastern European village to the concluding scene in which Miss Froy (May Whitty) delightedly reunites with Iris (Margaret Lockwood) and Gilbert (Michael Redgrave), it's an utterly engaging movie. If I happen to prefer North by Northwest (1959), it may be only because Cary Grant is a greater movie star than Redgrave and James Mason a more suavely subtle villain than Paul Lukas, and of course the thrills -- the crop-dusting scene, the Mount Rushmore chase -- are done more deftly (not to say expensively) and with greater sophistication. But virtually everything in The Lady Vanishes works: There's real chemistry between Redgrave and Lockwood; Whitty is a delight as the geriatric spy; the notion of a song being the MacGuffin is witty; Caldicott (Naunton Wayne) and Charters (Basil Radford) are the perfect ambiguously gay duo; and there's a nun in high heels who pauses to fix her makeup. It also has a genuinely serious subtext: 1938 was a year fraught with tension, and when Caldicott and Charters are preoccupied with getting the news from England, our first thought is that it has to do something with the threat of war and not with a cricket test match. The satiric glances at the insular Brits are also underscored by the relationship of Todhunter (Cecil Parker) and his mistress (Linden Travers), escaping to a place where nobody knows them to conduct their affair, and even by Gilbert's blithe preoccupation with collecting information about the native folk dances of the Bandrikans, who might indeed be next after the Czechs to be swallowed up by the Third Reich. 

#The Lady Vanishes #Alfred Hitchcock #Basil Radford #Naunton Wayne

[vegasera]

Theo Decker and the Wild Years - a goldfinch fanfiction

It was in my seventeenth year that I took my studies more seriously. That is to say that I started taking Adderall and joined a club like they always asked me to. Literature and poetry weren't graduation requirements of mine, but the teacher of this particular class never made an effort to talk about my past with me, and I was grateful. For his class I wrote what I thought would be my first and last love poem. Of course, I never said “love you” in person, nor who it was that I loved, but it was enough for me that the professor could assume it was someone like Pippa. A coming of age story taking place in the years between when he loses Boris and when he meets him again.

rating: teen and up | words: 2,593 | ship: boreo | ao3

It was in my seventeenth year that I took my studies more seriously. That is to say that I started taking Adderall and joined a club like they always asked me to. Literature and poetry weren't graduation requirements of mine, but the teacher of this particular class never made an effort to talk about my past with me, and I was grateful. For his class I wrote what I thought would be my first and last love poem. Of course, I never said  “love you” in person, nor who it was that I loved, but it was enough for me that the professor could assume it was someone like Pippa.

After writing it at my desk, I tore it apart. “Shit for brains!” I yelled at myself. It was enough for me to feel the self hatred. If anything, it almost elated me to feel something at all. That was why it didn’t hurt me when I realized that I had three minutes to get to Mr. Watson’s class and I would have to turn in the torn sheet as it was all I had written. I taped it back together and titled it at the top: “I’m Sorry I Never Lived on the Streets,” by Theodore Decker.

On the day I became an orphan, my life was set in smoke; no solid land around me from the moment I awoke.

Each day I thought I slaved away, screamed each time I awoke; I stayed silent in their home

I never knew I was lucky

In my years no longer an orphan, my family found me

funny thing is. but of whom found whom, should I say we found we 

in my years no longer an orphan, I stole and stretched, believed I was unloved each time I retched

I heard you laugh from the bedroom

The day before I became an orphan, I sat in the park with you, watching a movie where we created our own blue

There’s a movie playing in my head all times of the day like we wrote together in that park from night to the dawn of day and when I see it I look for, I look for the time we could have spent together if I just said yes. I’m sorry I didn’t say yes. I’m sorry I didn’t make you say yes. 

Our movie plays in California showing. A film appreciation essay I write makes me realize that the best and worst times I ever had were with you, my years no longer an orphan.

I got a C-. The prose was off, the number of syllables didn’t match between stanzas, and, according to the professor, it seemed like I didn’t try at all on the technical aspects. Which was true; I didn’t. However, he gave me a passing grade saying it made him cry. 

In all the times I thought about kissing Pippa, I think each time was because she was my first kiss and also the first person I ever shared my life with. I missed sharing so desperately, hidden under all the secrets I had. I wished to share this poem with her but chose not to when I realized showing her a love poem made for someone else may end all prospects I had in pursuing her.

It was two weeks later after I had turned in no more assignments when Mr. Watson came up to me. He said, shocking even me, “I’ll give you a chance to redo the first poem. You need three to complete this quarter, and I’ll count it as a second.” 

He was kind to offer me it; God knew how I was going to graduate anywhere near “on time” when I did only the bare minimum and sometimes less. Kind as he was, and uninterested as he remained in anything other than my poetry, I sat down in his class to complete it, not even bothering to move from my seat. I looked at the poem and almost reread it before knowing that I couldn’t bring myself to write of him again.

It had been three days since I last thought of him, an all time record, especially since I had bought pot from Samantha in Physics’ younger sister. Was it embarrassing to buy weed from a high school freshman, maybe, but I didn’t care. Not until now when I remembered how we used to buy it from Kotku. I bet Boris could’ve written a poem far better for Kotku, the way he picked up bits and pieces of language and blended it seamlessly through it. Well, as long as he wasn’t talking like a gangster. 

Almost, I decided, almost I would’ve written a poem to Kotku. Instead, I wrote one about Saoirse who I had lost my virginity to, kind of, four and a half months before. She had a boyfriend at the time, but I had come to expect those were the kind of girls I would get involved with.

In the wind and the wine, there is no more time.

I see you tonight, I see you tonight.

On a robin's chilled head, our fingers fall to bed.

Where is he tonight, I won’t ask tonight.

We fall frigid and fight, he ain’t here tonight.

Why do we always fuck in the night.

I respect your commitment, your panties are dripped in;

You never put up a fight.

If you did I would leave, that’s my guarantee.

Please just tonight, please put up a fight.

Your boyfriend is calling. G2G, AMBER NEEDS HER PHONE.

I titled it CALL ME L8R and turned it in for a grade. 

I had hoped that, upon turning it in, he would take it home to grade later. If I may say something self pitying, as I was at the time, my hopes were once again dashed. He sat there and read it as I stood in front of him, uncomfortable and questioning whether I was permitted to leave. Two minutes in, he tapped on his desk in a beat. Four minutes in, he turned to me.

“Theo,” he said, “This meets all technical requirements for a beginning class, but it’s not the rewrite I hoped it would be.”

“No sir,” I said, “It’s not quite a rewrite.” The quite was added for dramatic effect, or at least, as a way to lead into it. 

“I hoped you would redo it because I wanted a refined version of that emotion. This, well, Theo, there is a beat and a rhythm and something akin to want, but there is no desire. This one won’t– hasn’t made me cry.”

I thought for a moment of tears, and how Mr. Watson said he read poems that left him confused to his wife, she had a sense for putting two and two together. He loved it when she laughed aloud to a piece, always more reactive than him, but if it made her cry, he would inevitably give a passing grade.

It was then that I knew how to speak. “The feelings are all there, if you read it correctly.”

“Oh, is that so?” the professor said with a smirk, genuinely waiting on what I had to say.

With a confidence known only to liars, I nodded my head and spoke again, “It’s a sequel. Read the first to your wife, wait twenty minutes, then read her this. Tell her it’s meant to take place immediately after the first. I’m sure she’ll notice how it changes who I’m talking with.”

“Twenty minutes? Odd, but if that’s the best way to read it.”

That was Tuesday. Two days later on Thursday, when Our class next met, he came up to me. 

“My wife hated your poem,” He said.

As he stood silently, giving me time to process, or maybe for the drama of it all. I was taken aback by the comment until he spoke again. “You get an A.” Then, I was taken aback further, nearly thrown against the wall mentally. 

“What do you mean, she hated it?”

“I would say that she is a middle school teacher, works with all sorts of kids. I told her you were seventeen, and she said you were one too, even if I think you’re close enough to eighteen. She thinks it’s too profane and far too sad. My thoughts: I know what teachers you avoid. The nice ones, am I right? I think you would hate her teaching style.”

I thought once again of the last time I shared. “If it was middle school, I think I would like her.”

On the next Tuesday, I ditched his class.

On Thursday I showed up to class twenty-nine minutes late in an hour and twenty minute long class. He let me in without even a look. He read aloud a poem about a man who strangles his girlfriend with her own hair to keep her untarnished from the world. There was no chastisement from missing class or being late. Now I realize it was pity, or maybe, understanding on his part to keep me from being scared off. At the time however, I thought he simply didn’t care which suited me in the best way possible. 

Not until three weeks later did he talk to me again, holding me back after class. 

“Theo,” he said, “Do you have a minute.” It seemed like all of my talks with him would be right when I was trying to leave.

When I replied in the affirmative, he continued. “You need to turn in one more poem before your closing essay. I suggest another sequel. My wife would like to read a third.” 

I had a suspecting feeling that he meant his wife wanted to know if I’d be okay. The answer was… The answer was. At the time, I didn’t know, and right now. Well. Right now I don’t want to answer, not even to myself. I wasn’t okay, if I can say that much. 

“Alright, I can do that.”And I could. I did, if that’s the correct answer.

It’s winter now, and I must pretend that I do not want to see you again.

My father knows you, H is his name. You’ve never met him, but I suspect he feels the same.

There’s a care I feel. I didn’t before. I must confess… I may not know you anymore.

But I know who I was with you so close, it is with him that I share you the most.

In a failing cafe with a full mouth I say a name I would never else say aloud. 

With you, stomach aching and palms aching, I had never felt my mouth so full. Your name whispered and yearned and. I do not do that anymore.

For three days, I sat trying to find a name to title it. I almost gave it yours. Almost. In the dearest days Thursday through Monday I considered tearing it up, but I didn’t. Instead, I took a pen and paper and a library book on iambic pentameter, which I never ended up using and tried to rewrite it. In the end, I went to Mr. Watson and had him help me.

“I like the rhyming scheme.” He muttered down into the paper, still holding it in his hands where he sat at his desk.

That’s not what I wanted him to say. He must have seen my frown because he turned away before he talked again. “What is it that you want to change?”

“The technical elements.” He looked at me again, built of walls. I struggled for a clearer answer. “I want it to be better.”

“No,” He said. “What is it that you hate?”

I thought long and hard. What was he searching for? I knew it, deep down. He wanted the truth, so I fought dragging it up from the depth of my being. Well, I dragged up most of it. 

“Her,” I said.

Obviously I had not said that with enough conviction because instead of taking me at face value he asked, “Are you sure?” as if I could be anything but.

I was sure of one thing and that was that the answer was Him!

And that was when I realized, hearing it echo in the empty room, that I had said it aloud. My first reaction wasn’t tinnitus like I felt it should be after yet another trauma because, indubitably, this was a trauma. No it was a quiver in my mouth then a blur to my vision and I realized how relieved I felt not to see his face. I hadn’t cried in over a year. 

“Come and sit down, Theo.” 

My eyes didn’t work, but my ears still did, and like the child his wife thought I was, I followed his directions keenly. Not that I had the ability to think about it then, but it’s what I craved most of all. Being treated like a child and told what to do. In that moment, I craved who I was before like no other moment in my memory; a child cared for and loved, no matter how much I ran away from it. The mountainous clarity of my desire terrified me. 

He handed me a tissue and I kept my place, sitting head down at my veneered desk.

He said to me words that I to this day do not believe. You are, and I mean this, okay. You will always be okay.

I cried long and hard in his room while he stood back and watched. He never touched my back or shoulder like another teacher might, and on one drunk occasion, I thought about thanking him. Not for his kindness or the passing grade, but for not touching me. Although I rethought it when I realized how poorly that would go over. 

In the end, I saw that Professor twice more. To turn in my final paper, something I only stopped in briefly to do, and then to turn in my revised poem: “Boris” by Theodore Decker.

A shot in the ass I had never felt before. That’s what It was like with you, amore.

Hollowed out ribcage, I burrowed inside. It’s there I lived with a sick sense of pride.

Like kid’s vitamins and piss of a dog, so many things I dare not adore

Wild guess, those aren’t days I talk of much, except to my new father in our hutch.

I cannot say it like this can I? Let’s try again. A new scene, creativity, let's start with the date:

It's winter now and I must pretend./I do not want to see you again. 

My father knows you now by name/you've never met but I suspect he feels mine same 

H knows me deeply most of all/you and I like his partner in that fall

There’s a care I feel. I didn’t before/distance bars knowledge amore

But I know who I was with you so close/it’s with him I share you the most.

In a failing cafe with a full mouth/I say a name I would dare not say else.

Still, I don’t see us in this. How about free-verse.

my mouth was filled with your name, an ache in my stomach and my palms, so I have whispered and yearned and. I do not do that anymore.

No.

I’m so sorry my love for I cannot comprehend what it means to no longer see you again.

Fuck a rhyme. Boris, please. Come and make a home in me.

#boreo #the goldfinch #theo x boris #boris pavlikovsky #theodore decker #tgf #boreo fic

[hackedxy0x]

I posted 1,328 times in 2022

That's 1,184 more posts than 2021!

79 posts created (6%)

1,249 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@will80sbyers

@hipster-rapunzel

@buggachat

Top tags

#byler - 64 posts

#merthur - 13 posts

#boreo - 10 posts

#merlin - 9 posts

#bbc merlin - 8 posts

#boris pavlikovsky - 7 posts

#the goldfinch - 7 posts

#dasey - 7 posts

#stranger things - 7 posts

#will byers - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 116 characters

#every hero in every piece of fiction had that doubting destiny moment where they try to fight it but not merlin nope

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Cupping the back of someone's neck is very romantic, actually.

584 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

#4

So I'm a Stranger Things newbie and I've just finished season 3 (spoiled myself some season 4 - worth it) and I knew byler was a thing so I payed attention to Mike (because we already know Will is gay for sure) and I was thinking that, objectively, it could go either way with him. Until his goodbye to Eleven, that is.

There is absolutely no explanation for that.

I mean, first we get to see Jonathan and Nancy (who have been in a relationship for as long as Mike and Eleven have) say goodbye to each other. We see them sharing an emotional moment, Nancy asking Jonathan not to go. The two of them kissing and clinging to each other.

And then we get a Mike and Eleven goodbye. Eleven turning back and saying how she heard Mike say that he loves her and her saying that she loves him too. It was the PERFECT opportunity for a tender, romantic moment between the two. Instead, we got to see a really awkwardly one-sided kiss featuring Mike just standing there like he's not sure what to do with himself. And then Eleven leaves and he's still just standing there. We see the slight shock and then a frown. I could practically see his thoughts going from "Eleven told me she loves me" to "That doesn't feel satisfying. Why doesn't it feel satisfying?"

Mike was standing there contemplating why his girlfriend loving him didn't make his heart race as it should have. The answer: he loves Eleven, but not romantically. And he's finally beginning to see that. (I would also like to note that he was standing in front if a literal open closet.)

"Okay, so that would mean he doesn't actually love El. But how does that mean he's queer?"

Hopper's letter was a major clue. When we got to the part where Hopper is talking about not wanting to grow up, the camera is following Mike and what he's doing. Not Will who was struggling with that this season. It was following Mike.

We all know that Will is actually gay and that he didn't want to grow up mostly because growing up meant liking girls and he just didn't. And now Mike was referred to as the one who didn't want to grow up. Mike who was telling Will to grow up like the rest of them. And by the end of it, he was the one stuck. He was fine with growing up, until he realize that maybe he doesn't love El as he should.

764 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#3

I find it hilarious that we were fooled into thinking that Eleanor was gonna apologize after Gabbi called her out for being a dick to Drea.

She was literally like:

1,683 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#2

Fanfiction is canon because it's literally just the content the original writers were too scared to post themselves.

1,831 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I just realized that you can see if someone is open minded from the way they look at pairings they don't ship.

There are people who are going to say "I don't personally ship this pairing, but I can understand the potential appeal of it" and there are people who're going to say "Ugh, I don't understand how anyone can ship this. It's obviously wrong".

Now apply this to any other topic.

It's kind of like art. You may not like a painting, but you should still keep in mind that it was put in a museum for a reason. It was a masterpiece to someone else.

2,832 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

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[mikespocket]

hello!! i'm a crazed byler shipper if you couldn't tell. long time st fan - circa 2016 - byler kiss in season 5 😭 i beg - 13 - any pronouns

shows/movies/animes I like !!

stranger things (obviously)

I am not okay with this

enola holmes/enola holmes 2

it 2017/it chapter 2 2019

abe

the goldfinch (i like the book too)

spree

the turning

demon slayer

komi can't communicate

kakegurui

toilet bound hanako-kun (manga recommended though too)

hunter x hunter

my hero academia (not that big of a fan though)

don't hug me i'm scared

the promised neverland

hubie halloween

wednesday

when you finish saving the world

danganronpa

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ships from the listed shows/movies/animes

stranger things - lumax (romantic) elmax (I vary between romantic and platonic sometimes) elumax (great ship but im not sure lol maybe) byler (romantic <3) milkdud (platonic) jopper (romantic <3) rockie (romantic) ronance (I vary between romantic and platonic sometimes) steddie (err idk yet idk if I wanna ship it or not) stancy (platonic) jancy (romantic) I can't think of any others

I am not okay with this - sydina (romantic <3) sydley (platonic) dina x brad (platonic but at the end not anymore bc 1. He cheated on her and 2. he went 🤯)

enola holmes/enola holmes 2 - enola x tewksbury (romantic <3) idk what other things people ship that aren't pro-ships

it 2017/it chapter 2 2019 - reddie (romantic <3) billverly (platonic) benverly (romantic) stenbrough (romantic)

abe - no ships

the goldfinch - boreo (for obvious reasons tf)

spree - no ships

the turning - no ships bc kate x miles is weird and disgusting

demon slayer - kanao x tanjiro (romantic??) nezuko x zenitsu (idk though i'm pretty sure zenitsu is slightly older than nezuko) inosuke x zenitsu (platonic) inosuke x tanjiro (platonic) inosuke x zenitsu x tanjiro (platonic)

komi can't communicate - tadano x komi (romantic <3) yamai x komi (platonic just bc i <3 tadano and komi and yamai is like overly obsessed with komi so it would be weird. not saying you can't be obsessed with your partner but it's one sided in this situation) agari x yamai (platonic) agari x komi (platonic agari is her dog /hj)

kakegurui - idk im not that far in

toilet bound hanako-kun - hanako x yashiro (romantic <3) kou x yashiro (platonic) kou x mitsuba (romantic,, sometimes idk which to pick) tsukasa x mitsuba (platonic cuz just no)

hunter x hunter - killugon (romantic they're cuties <3) illumi x hisoka (i see it so sure romantic) meruem x komugi (nah pretty sure shes a child and plus ya he was born out of a chimera ant but came out as a grown man so no I don't ship this) prepare for this one I saw someone ship it the other day and needed bleach I blocked them immediately cause they weren't being satire... drum roll for the worst ship everrrr 🥁🥁🥁🥁

chrollo x gon.

LIKE WHOEVER SHIPS THAT PISS OFF I HOPE YOU GET RAN OVER 💀💀

my hero academia (ive watched all of it but kinda forgot bc i havent watched in a while) - bakudeku (i literally don't know sometimes it varys between platonic and romantic dont speak of this) kiribaku (platonic) kirikami (not sure about this one either its a good one though) kamijiro (this one is cute!! I prefer momojiro but this one is adorable) momojiro (like i just said i prefer this but yea) shindeku (platonic) izuocha (this one is so adorable it makes me wanna throw up rainbows) tododeku (no sorry just no theyre besties) kirideku (nope noppity nope theyre good friends) any bowl ships are weird and I don't like them i feel sorry for you if you ship one/multiple or knows someone who ships one/multiple

don't hug me i'm scared - red guy x duck (i think its cute. i'm not exactly sure if it's confirmed though 🤷‍♀️) red guy x yellow guy (i'm not a big fan of it, although I think it's alright.) idk what other ships

the promised neverland - emma x ray (its cute 🤷‍♀️) emma x norman (ok 😚) emma x ray x norman (polyamorous, cute, but I don't really see it.) don x gilda (awww ok i kinda see it) i cant think of anymore

hubie halloween - I honestly don't know like hubie x violet and tommy x megan but I cant think of anything else I'm legitimately so tired rn I can barely keep my eyes open

wednesday - wenclair. (romantic) tyler x wednesday (nono plsplspls no stop this madness) xavier x wednesday (its pretty cute) ajax x enid (mixed feelings) bianca x lucas.. (i could see it happening but idk i think theyre just friends)

when you finish saving the world - no ships

fear street 1, 2, & 3

ghostbusters afterlife

danganronpa - idk I can't think of any i gtg to school bye

if you have any questions, feel free to ask.

i need mental help i need a therapist

[speak-now-girlies-unite]

goodnight to everyone but especially me and my lovely mutuals and especially especially the person who made a post about the tgf boreo fic where theo cuts up an orange and the person who wrote it. i don’t know who you are but i think about you all time.

#tgf

[sparklygraves]

just thinking about how one of the reasons Theo & Boris are wonderful for fanfiction is because there’s really just one (albeit GIANT) barrier between them-- good ol homophobia.

so it’s like-- you get them past that & all that’s left is their crazy amazing chemistry. 

& we’ve basically already seen them as a couple! because their chemistry is so strong that they became one of those accidental couples who don’t totally realise what’s happening.

we’ve seen them spend all their time together, hook up, bicker... I mean...!

so basically in boreo fanfic it’s the process of getting Theo & Boris to clue into the fact that they are ALREADY a couple.

ooof I love them!

#boreo #tgf #donna tartt #the goldfinch #theodore decker #boris pavlikovsky #ty to all you amazing fanfic writers!! there really are so many amazing boreo fics out there its wild <3!

[thequestoftheravenclaws]

The Goldfinch: Boreo Fic Rec List

These are some of my favorite boreo Goldfinch fanfics. None of these are mine. These ones really stuck with me and were beautiful to read. 

a spring memorandum by yowler 

“In the dark where no one can see, Boris presses his lips to the thin knot of scar tissue over Theo’s wrist. It’s a request; for forgiveness, for absolution, for something neither of them has a name for.

“But you are alive,” he says, “you idiot.”

(Theo and Boris meet during the war.)”

you are my sweetest downfall by punkrockdog

“There's nothing wrong with sleeping with his best friend of almost ten years on a regular basis.

If Theo tells himself this enough, he might start to believe it.”

the needle in the dark (when the sun kicks out) by p3trichor

“Boris thinks a lot about how they’d die in Vegas. Boris with some dramatic explosive death, chaotic and loud and maybe an accident. Falling off a building or getting hit by a car or killing himself with drugs. Theo would implode in on himself, quiet and polite and nondisruptive. Drinking himself to death or bleeding out in a bathtub. Both boys just like dying stars, deciding whether it’s worth it to turn into a black hole or not.

Theo and Boris keep finding each other, for better or for worse.”

le cirque des rêves by basha

““Theo Decker spends most of his life obsessed with the magical Night Circus and the strange boy who lives in it.”

notes from a catastrophe by patrokla 

“Life, Potter. I always find that I want more of it.”

In post-catastrophe Manhattan, Theo investigates a rumor and finds Boris.”

they are one person, they are two alone, they are three together by lesbianbabydriver

“There were many nights Boris remembers that Theo doesn’t--always a gulf between them, these things unacknowledged. Boris would always know more about Potter than Potter would know about him. There would always be the sound of sobs echoing in Boris’s ears, always the vodka-soaked late night admissions, the jumping off the roof, the blood spattering on the tiles. Always the feeling of Potter’s breath hot against his neck as he said “she called me Puppy sometimes” and then, always Boris allowing himself to whisper tsutsenya later when the dust and rubble tore Theo’s mother away in his dreams and brought Potter gasping back to reality in Boris’s arms.

There would always be the night Potter showed him the painting.

“You’re a blackout drunk, Potter, you know that?”

or, Boris tries to remember why he took it”

The Before, After, and Forever by makkachincrossing

“The attack at The Met… That wasn’t the first explosion it had survived.”

“No?”

“No, a gunpowder factory exploded nearby Fabritius’ studio, killing him and destroying nearly all of his paintings,” I took a breath, unsteady. “But The Goldfinch… The Goldfinch survived.”

A hand on my shoulder. Long fingers, a firm squeeze, grounding me to earth. “You survived too, Potter.”

I looked to him, eyes aching behind my glasses.

“Life exploding around you. You survived. You, too, are Goldfinch.”

Lights Up If You Know Who Are by nothingwithoutyouxo

“After accidently stumbling upon the Mirror of Erised, Theo is determined to show Boris what he saw.”

Find Other Muses by deadspy

“Theo folds and unfolds the old postcard from Boris. GREETINGS FROM KANSAS! it reads, same as it always has, but now it just feels like a taunt.

Ten years after Amsterdam, Theo and Boris find themselves, and each other, in the most unlikely of places.”

if you promise to stay conscious I will try to do the same by scenedenial

“The doctor has a soft voice and wears too much blush. She asks him about his eating, his anxiety levels, his headaches, his reflex times. About his partner.

“Teeth is...” Theo bites at his lower lip, never knowing what answer to this question they want. Boris—Teeth—is a brutal shot. His knuckles are always raw and bruised from going hand-to-hand. He drinks black tea with honey and is constantly taking the piss. Sometimes, Theo gets up to him vomiting behind a closed door. Sometimes, he jerks awake in the night and cries so hard that Theo thinks it may never stop. “He’s solid.”

Theo wonders like hell what Boris says about him.”

A New Life for You (and Me) by Mystical_Artist

“Boris buys them a house in the country.

Theo thinks the whole thing seems kind of gay.

If the old lady across the street with binoculars is any indication, he's not the only one.”

Death & Disaster. by theweakestthing

“The street lights haloed Boris, spilling orange light through his hair and around his face. It was only then that Theo heard the music again, it was muffled through the windows of the car, at first he didn’t recognise what it was. Then the words ‘I’m not in love’ cut through Theo’s head and he knew exactly what it was. He didn’t miss the irony, though he wished he had.”

made this place for you by pissard

“Theo is back in New York and things come together then begin to unravel”

i hear you, you analog boy by camellialice

“Theo just wants to ask his next-door neighbor to have quieter sex. In return he gets his life turned upside down, a new best friend, a lot of heartache, and maybe even a kiss or two.(or: on broken edges and flimsy walls, cracks and nonsense, finding love in the in-between)“

Carry Me Home by zoeburchard

“Three times Boris carries Theo and one time Theo carries Boris.

"“What the mother fuck, Boris!?” He practically jumped out of my arms, onto the pavement where he promptly fell on his ass.

I shrugged, “You were shit faced, falling all over. You trip and pass out, had to get you home somehow.”

Eying me suspiciously up through his glasses he pushed himself to his unsteady feet brushing himself off. I gave him a look that said What? Did nothing wrong! And he seemed to understand.

Pushing his his glasses up, he looked down, almost shyly, and said, “Oh— uh, thanks I guess.”"

#boreo #the goldfinch fanfic #boris x theo #tgf #theo decker #boris pavlikovsky #the goldfinch #fic rec list #fanfic

[lluvguts]

sore eyes // boreo

pairing: adult theodore decker / boris pavlikovsky

 genre + warning: some angst, swearing, implied sex

word count: 1778

summary: theo and boris have been hiding some things, and theo finally cracks

words in translation: Птица- the bird // Такой идиот - such an idiot

read it on ao3

A text message from Theo’s phone echoed, then resonated in the dark; the ceiling was haloed in the screen’s soft blue light moments before returning to black. Different sheets that held familiar smells. Theo reached out from under the blankets with a sleepy hand for his glasses and stopped cold.

Kitsey: Hey you! Still spending the night at Hobie’s? Wanna grab a bite to eat in the morning? I can swing by the shop :) xoxoxo ♡ ♡ ♡!!!

A rustle next to him. Theo set the phone back onto the hotel nightstand with a hollow clatter before Boris could turn over and inspect. The barely there tickle of his hair against Theo’s bare neck, a subdued breath from behind warming the still air. Boris extended a hand to pull Theo’s upturned shoulder back down into the sheets, murmuring nonsensical Polish—words that would have soothed Theo, in years prior, but now only made him lie unmoving around his touch. The refusal to accept; the wave of shifting light casting foreign shadows along the walls, an inky blue prelude to dawn. The city awakening, another night unfurling into the real world: leaving Theo unsure how to place his relationship with Boris among the daily trivialities of his own life. A piece that does not fit anywhere, no matter what age or chapter they decide to burst into. It simply would not work.

Theo knew Boris was not asleep—his undressed body was emanating delicious heat, closeness that made Theo flinch as he neared. With his back to the curtain he was bathed in shadow, accentuating his downturned jaw and angular form—all the more resemblant to Theo of a sculpted Hermes, or that of a Baroque painting: shaped hues of milk white and hushed blue contours that dipped into the crevices of his body, the brief suggestion of color, only a brushstroke of width, blooming under his sharp cheeks.

His hand the only thing touching him. It crept lower, a delicate dance of fingers across skin, towards his exposed abdomen until Theo flung out a hand in warning. Ironclad grip.

“Boris.”  

But he only chortled out a tired laugh, his dark eyes open and one expressive brow furrowed.

“What? Are you still upset over your bird that you cannot enjoy? Let me touch you,” Boris ignored his request—along with the hand locked onto his wrist—and continued to tease with soft touches that drove him mad. Theo brushed Boris’s hand away and sat up.

“Stop. I can’t do this anymore.” Theo said and pulled the thin bedsheet over his middle.  

“Cannot do what? Have fun? If this is about Птица, you know there are ways to get it back.”

Theo could not address the crippling shame he felt about the painting. The years of its guarded presence holding Theo afloat. Gone. “I can’t..I can’t keep hiding. It’s wrong. And technically, this is an affair.”

“Hah! Affair,” He spit out the word like it was poison to his lips, “As if snowflake would care. She sleeps with her love, why can you not with yours? Hmm?”

Theo did not reply. “We are adults, Potter. Grown men. She can do what she likes the same as we.” Boris went to the nightstand on his side—Theo’s heart sped at the curve of his taut skin, how his bare hands had felt every scar, caressed each shoulder blade, trailed a finger in unadulterated bliss down the dip in his lower back—his toned muscles twisting as he reached for a cigarette. The days spent craving his body against his own, how desperately Theo missed it during the daytime: a fact he couldn’t face in the present moment, not with him so close, his lips soft even in a sneer.

“You make this sound like it’s an acceptable thing.”

“What has it been these past ten years then? Vegas? Was that something you forgot?” Boris spoke around the cigarette, his voice icy and holding every drop of contempt for the lost time they spent emerging into adults—the things left unspoken finally dusted off and frowned upon.

“Like how you forgot to reach out to me all this time.” Theo said bitterly

“Pfft. Is different thing. Don’t change the subject.”

“I’m not. It is directly connected and you know it.” Theo crossed his arms.

“Is directly connected,” Boris rolled his eyes and mimicked him.

“So what then?” Theo asked over Boris’s  imitation, his voice growing louder, “Why come all the way out here? Why stay? You could have left the second you saw me in that pub. An easy way out, really. With the painting lost forever and all.” Theo felt the anger rise from where it had been sitting vacant all these years; he had no issue with the bite behind his words, or what it might do to their secret nights spent together. Kitsey might be happier with Cable but it didn’t matter to Theo: he couldn’t live with the shame it would cause if the Barbours found out about Boris, or Hobie. Having to come clean.

Boris leaned up against the headboard—completely bare and unashamed in the fact—to point a finger at Theo. “I stayed for you. Hah! I even took painting for you. If not, would have no reason to be back. Would never see you again.”

Theo let out a mirthless laugh. To conceal the knot of worry threading its way into his mind. “That’s your excuse? To ‘see me?’ We were childish and stupid in Vegas. Apparently nothing’s changed.”

“Fuck you.” Boris stamped out the cigarette and  rose from the bed, facing the curtained window and allowing Theo to gaze with confliction at his back. His dense set of black curls magnified in the filtered sunrise. “Thinking I can come back, we can be together, like this. With no worry. Такой идиот.” He muttered to himself.

But he heard him. Theo crawled across the bed and took Boris’s forearm to spin him back. “What did you expect Boris? You can show up in my life, let us have a few good fucks and think everything’s alright? The same?” He had a pained expression flash across his face, his eyes once bright but were now shaded with emptiness at the brief moments he had hope.

“Of course not,” Boris said quickly, but Theo knew that fallen face, even now he did a poor job at hiding what he was feeling, “I came here on business trip. And found you! Was fate that brought us together. Don’t you see it, Theo? And now is fate asking us to be here.”

“Fuck fate, Boris. You can’t just expect me to drop everything and go. Hell, even be sleeping with you. I’m engaged to be married, you have a wife—or was that a lie too? I practically own the shop, I can’t just up and leave Hobie like that. I have a life here.” Theo ignored the ache in his stomach remembering the sight of Boris, after ten years, finally seeing him. The joy that overcame him, the memory of how it made the fierce wind that afternoon not as harsh; his tired eyes had lightened when his arms found his shoulders, small mannerisms never forgotten.

“You expected me to drop everything, that day. In Vegas I had a life, and still you wanted me to go with you. What is so different now?” Boris wiped his face with a rough hand and glared at Theo. His black eyes glittered with hidden emotion: regret for what could have happened, their future dangling by a what-if.

“I told you. I just can’t. I can’t have sex with you anymore. Not like this. It’s wrong on so many levels—I have a fiancé, whether or not I love her. I still have ties. And I am in no way flying across the continent on some drug heist for you. It’s not my fault that you lost the fucking painting.”

Boris sighed. His face undeniably hurt. “So harsh, Potter. I do not know what time has done to change you, but maybe you do not mean things you say.” His smile was only a quirk of his lips, not reaching his eyes. Empty.

“And now, as I think. If not for your little bird, maybe we would have never met again. Last goodbye under that street lamp.” Boris continued, his face hollow. Theo didn’t like where this was going—the broken look in Boris’s eyes as he bent to pick up his clothes strewn across the carpet.

“Where are you going?” Theo asked with bated breath as he watched Boris button his pants, his overcoat, shirt.

Boris, who could never keep his mouth shut. Left without a word.

If only Boris could see, Theo thought, he was doing this for their own good. Because really, what else was there to do? Theo wasn’t chained to Boris, and neither was he. They were adults. They had lives to live—regardless of their love, the ardent connection that stemmed from boyhood, no matter how many times they tried to make it work.

This wasn’t a relationship. Theo had to tell himself compulsively as he gathered his own clothes off the floor and left Boris’s hotel room. To meet Kitsey, to pretend he was at the shop. That everything was going as planned. But Theo started to wonder: was there any way to make things the way they should? Could there be one?

So that Theo could wake to Boris’s sleeping shape in the morning, the face he loved, rather than Kitsey’s? Go their separate ways, different relationships, yet remain on parallel paths: could Theo ever imagine introducing Mrs. Barbour to Boris, while Kitsey stayed with Tom? Would she smile in the same tender, personal way that she often did when Theo was in the room?

Theo knew he had it all wrong. He was afraid of losing Boris; the shame that resided deep in his bones was only at himself—surfacing words: coward. Trapped. Isolated. Stuck in an engagement meant only for the bettering of others. Not what he wanted.

Stay. We can make it work.  

A dull, festering throb started at the base of his chest, worming its way to his heart. Clung to the back of his throat. Skull pounding a new kind of headache down the busy streets, searching with sore eyes for a familiar overcoat, thick black hair blowing in the wind. His life raft out of the choppy future he was forced to drown in.

Last goodbye under that streetlamp.

Theo: Boris. Call me.

#fanfic #boreo #boreo fanfic #angst #boreo angst #the goldfinch #tgf #the goldfinch fanfiction #adult theo and boris #fanfiction #m/m romance #i miss this fandom so much where is my tribe

[technomaestro]

Oh? Tell us about the characters on that list then

*slaps character sheet* this bad boy can fit so much of my own repressed trauma in it

This one could be fuckin *all* of them, but it's probably Kelarvia Arana, aka Kel. Poor dwarven fighter exile from Orzamar who turned to the Qun, was trained wrong as a spy, failed her family, failed the qun, failed her friends, and kept trying to do right. She was... not bright. She took a face full of acid breath for her troubles, got repeatedly stabbed by everyone around her, and still kept fucking trying. She was not in a great place by the end of that campaign.

Closeted Trans Person Gender Envy Character™

So, while I'm very much cis, I did toy around with the idea of genderfluidity and transness at one point. And the closest character to that would have been a major NPC that I had in my pokemon game, Claire deVire. She was a literal illusionist / Fairy Type mage, and honestly one of my favorite NPCs to use in the game. I played her as a confident and experienced trainer who had an air of mystery, was clever and flirtatious, and who had a very accomplished team including trans icon Sylveon. She is/was one of the main *villains* of the campaign, but that's besides the point. If I was a girl, she's who I'd want to be - but I'm pretty solid in my gender at this point.

sexy

That would be Lucas Maignard, the Silver Lion. Not just your average silver fox, but a nobleman who absolutely could rock it. Think Rollo from Vikings except salt and pepper hair. He was power hungry, a staunch revanchist of his family's ancestral title and he would go to every length it took to reclaim it, including trying to seduce the King's consort. He, notably, caused at least one if not more international incidents by insulting the soccer abilities of a neighboring kingdom.

He may have had the highest charisma of any character I've played.

idealized version of myself

Allow me to introduce you to Broderic Gullet, a 6'6 tall constantly drunken scotsman Barbarian with a hammer who was unkillable. Literally - he actually died at one point and came back to life because he was too damn stubborn to leave before his friends had gotten to safety, and some passing spirit possessed him and turned him into an abomination. He was jovial, friendly, could talk to his cat Mr. Pickles, and wonderfully buff enough he could hug all his friends at once. Plus he was a trained chef.

As Fruity And Extra As Possible

Oh this is easy. The Satyr Diplomat Cheldric delWolpertinger, a man who *honestly* should have read the recommended reading before being sent to deliver very important documents (these were actually talking frogs!). He was supposed to board a new train on the mountainous passage to Westport, but forgot his ticket. When the train left, he literally jumped (and I mean I cast "jump" and specifically was a Satyr for their Mirthful Leaps feature which adds 1d8 to my jump distance) onto the back of the train. Unfortunately, the murder of the conductor was a bit of an issue, but Cheldric and some other passengers put their heads together to solve the mystery.

furry

So, allow me to set the stage for Albie, Traitor to Crowkind. A Kenku that was as much benefit to the party as he was walking, curse triggering hazard, this absolute buffoon would do what he could to simultaneously help the party while also doing his best not to piss of Strahd too much. A lighting bolt cast into the middle of melee that hit everyone totally gives him plausible deniability for who survives.

I think my favorite memory though is when one of the other party members just opened his beak and he started reciting the Book of Strahd like Stitch plays that record in Lilo & Stitch

A good runner up here would also be Nilbo, a Kobold Druid who only became a druid because it let him wild shape into progressively bigger lizards and dinosaurs. No other animals, just scales.

I Saw One Of The Extra Fantasy Races That Aren’t In The Player’s Handbook And Almost Had A Stroke

Listen. Listen to me. I fucking love Warforged. I will *always* go to bat for magical robots. They're amazing and I've played so many, from psions to storm domain clerics to the most recent one, Hymn, a gender-neutral Celestial Pact Warlock Warforged who got his abilities because he was a socialist. No, I'm not joking - he was made for usage by the Church of the Sovereign Host, but when a wandering heretical priest came by wondering why the church didn't do more, Hymn started going out at night to perform direct action and mutual aid. Being not that smart, he accidentally wandered into a cult's base and released a captive celestial, who gifted him the power to help more.

a race + class that typically would not go together

I'm of a tossup here - the Halfling Artificer Posco Harfoot, who was a member of the Justicars and in order to even the playing field, built himself a goddamn magitek mech in order to go toe to toe with the other peacekeepers, or of Tiberius Vanderwhinn, an elven Path of the Zealot barbarian who was *extremely* keen on getting his libraries late fees sorted, and gods help you if you dared shout in his library.

sexy criminal

Very few things are sexier than a tiefling, and that would be Boreo Lieran, the Tiefling Bard. Boreo was a staunch contender for the "As fruity as possible" but this pansexual beast is much more in line here because the man seduced half the party prior to or during session 1. Having a prehensile tail and the ability to pick up the gnome lass in the party by it for him to tease probably helped.

Of course, such a man was hilariously illegal, because not only did he smuggle and steal like, 90% of his luxury goods that he used to pamper himself with, he would absolutely flaunt a total disregard for property rights and find himself making grand entrances into peoples homes and lives as part of his wayward caravan, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake.

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One of the more recent characters I've played. Cadmus, Son of Abraxes! A "human" wizard on the plane of Theros, this man is the half-divine son of the literal personification of the pride of a polis that was wiped off the face of the world by the gods for their Hubris. So, an active devotee of the god of victory, and actively blaspheming the goddess of destiny at every turn (As he would put it, we hold the pen in our hands, she merely hoards the ink), his goal was to perform deeds good enough to earn a place as a constellation under the stars. He would only *ever* sleep outside at night, even in cities, because he wanted to rest with them as he knew one day he would for eternity.