pretty boy: finn wolfhard

boris pavlikovsky: blue hour

tw: none

aged up to 20 years old

a storm had just passed by, it was only 4pm.

boris and y/n were laying in bed together, their duvet covers giving them warmth as their ac provides some more cool air than the storm.

both were cuddled close, y/n's head on boris' chest while his arms were wrapped around her.

suddenly, boris began to pepper kisses on her head, "детка," he softly shakes her, "hm?" y/n hums, her face still on his chest.

"let's get up."

"why?"

"perfect weather outside," he begins, "i want to dance with you, i have music."

she smiles, "alright."

both got up and change into comfortable clothes before wearing their coats.

boris excitedly pulls y/n out of their house and to a nearby field, this made y/n chuckle.

"what's so exciting?" she questions him, "blue hour," he replies before stopping at a spot and playing wicked game by chris isaak, one of his favorite songs.

boris gently grabs both y/n's hands, placing one on her waist and the other holding her hand. y/n understood what he was doing and placed her hand on his shoulder. he then sways them gently to the music.

and as if mother nature is right there next to them, the wind blows past them, playing with their hair and sending a chilly yet relaxing feeling down their spines.

y/n once again rests her head on his chest. boris copies her and rests his head on top of hers.

"i love you," she whispers.

"Я тоже тебя люблю."