drugs [boris pavlikovsky x reader]

three

maybe
i like change

y/n pov

i woke up to the sound of coughing and a cold breeze. my eyes fluttered open, i turned over and boris was gone. i look around and a window is open. sleepily i walk over to the window. boris is with a boy smoking a cigarette on the roof

"hello принцесса" he says. theo turns around and looks me up and down, boris smacks his arm

"hi i'm y/n sorry this is a weird way to meet you" i say stepping onto the roof. my arms are a bit cold so i try and warm myself up by rubbing them.

"hi, i'm theo" he holds out his hand and i shake it, noticing the scars on them. suddenly i feel a warm fleece coat on me. boris has draped it across my shoulders.

i watch as boris blows smoke rings, i poke my fingers through them and laugh.

theo seemed to be nice but i wasn't sure what he thought of me

i snuggled into borises jacket sleepily. boris pushed my head into his lap and blew smoke in my mouth. i cough a little swiping the smoke away

"i don't know about you guys but i'm BEAT" theo says winking at boris and going inside. i sit up from borises lap and look at the stars

i had just met boris. something felt different about him. i don't know what though, a beat up russian? sounds super weird when i say it like that but i don't know.

boris reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small amount of weed. he dips his arm into his window and pulls out a bong

"ever hit one of these before?" he asked. his tiny accent making me want to melt

"uhm.. no. no." i lie. he instructs me how to do it. he pulls it out and the smoke is released. i take a huge hit and hold it in for like 20 seconds counting on my fingers. i blow the smoke into his face, and i don't cough

"holy shit. you're really good at this!" he says laughing

i look to the side. he takes a few hits and i take a few as well. not enough to get me paralyzed high. not enough to make me feel weird. just enough to make me feel a bit happy.

"boris" i moan

"what?" he says

"i should really get going-" i start to stand up but he grabs my shirt, well
his shirt but whatever

"stay. please." he sounds demanding, then soft.

boris helps me inside the window and lays me on the bed and covers me up.

3rd pov

boris lays y/n down into the bed, being careful not to disturb her. she covers the frail body up and he himself, sits on the couch in the room. a tattered, old bear up couch he found on the side of the road. his headache was pounding, the weed only suppressed some of the feeling though. not enough.