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“Let's run away,” Boris said one night sitting on the curb outside his house, under the amber streetlamp.
“Sure,” I said, immediately. During those days, he could have asked me anything and I would've done it blind and deaf, with my hands tied behind my back. “Where to?”
The crickets filled the silence as Boris considered. It was a balmy summer night, pleasantly warm.
“Does it matter?” He said.
Or: Boris moves into town on the summer Theo turns fourteen.
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15 Feb 2026
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i would actually kill for a paert two
i could acrtually feel the summer in my veins oml
actually cried when this was your only goldfinch fic author
It’s so drag path and it pains me in the best way possible
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“I’ll push the air into your lungs from mine, so that it’s not so hot.”
“H—how do you do that?”
There’s a deep crimson flush moving up Mike’s neck, and Will wonders if being high makes people warm like alcohol does. It’s hard to tell if his own hot skin is from the weight of Mike’s gaze or the weed getting to him.
“You open your mouth.” Mike’s eyes trace slowly down Will’s face, glassy and unfocused, until they fix on his lips. Surely the weed is getting to Will. “And I’ll blow the smoke in while you inhale.”
Will’s tongue goes dry. Yeah, definitely the weed, he’s heard about cotton mouth. If Mike is suggesting this, then it must be a normal thing to do with your friends. He wouldn’t offer to do it if it wasn’t.
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New York is loud and crowded. Will’s mind is tangling up all his creativity until he’s not sure what to do. When his parents go on a “pre-wedding honeymoon”, he jumps at the chance for an isolated summer at the beach. It’s perfect, except Mike crashes the escape in search of his own. Mike is running from his own shit— things he'd rather keep secret. While high, bordering estranged, and sitting under the stars— they agree to a summer of answers and no questions.
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Wilhelm was an observer.
Undeniably, a very nosy observer.
It’s not really his fault he keeps catching Walter and Henry’s intimate moments. They aren’t the best at hiding it, not like they even try.
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5 times Wille suspects Walter and Henry are more than just friends, and 1 time he knows for sure.
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17 Feb 2026
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PLEASE FINISH THIS I ACTUALLY TEARED UP WHEN I REACHED THE LAST CHAPTER AND THERE WASNT A NEXT CHAPTER BUTTON
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Am… am I hungry?
I think that’s what this is, but how would I even know that these dots are edible? That their meant for me, or whatever I’m supposed to be…
I’m in front of a dot now. It’s purple, medium sized, frozen to an invisible force along the plain. I don’t even really remember slithering up to it but here I am, just...starring at it…
Why? What exactly am I supposed to do here. Eat it...sure fine I can understand that, but why? Why does every part of me want it so bad?
I’m looking at it now, tracing over its form, the roundness of its shape, the slight way that the purple pulsates as I approach it. It almost looks aerial, the bottom of the orb slightly hovering maybe an inch above the black carpet. Something inside me rumbles.
I want it.
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and god, if you are listening, i do worry by tommyglued
Fandoms: The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt
28 Jan 2023
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Hobie dies when Theo is thirty-five — two years sober from drugs, five years sober from alcohol, and a subjective number of years in recovery from the rest of his life. In his will, Hobie leaves him a letter, the shop, the workshop and the house. Pippa gets a chest of Hobie's old clothes she clutches to her chest and doesn't let go of for a long time. Popper gets a casserole smoothie of all the condolences Theo receives in the coming days.
Life goes on, and Theo tries to go on with it, despite the odds. Boris comes and goes with the tides of the Moon, and like the Moon, Theo's love for him is ever-present, even when he doesn't see it.