#ilya feddy fluff

[isthisthingeven0n]

it’s always been you : i.f

brief summary: ilya has always known that david is a womaniser, and he’s just in the background, a second choice. but when you turn up and capture the pairs attention, will it be the same case? 

word count: 1.6k requested: yes by an anon! i hope you love it  warnings: nope, it’s fluffy and all cuteness up in here

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“No, I’m serious dude, she’d go for you easily.” Ilya laughs into the microphone whilst David shakes his head in disbelief. “She would trust me. You’re so good and smooth-talking with girls and I’m just well,” Ilya trails off as Jason interrupts, mentioning the last time David flirted with a girl.

“I doubt that, Ilya. But if it ever happens, I guess we’ll find out.” David jokes, unaware of how soon that would end up happening.

*

Sitting across from the pair, you were deep in thought as your laptop remained on your lap, oblivious to the glances from David and Ilya.

Natalie beside you rolled her eyes, picking up on the looks. “She’s into you, dude.” Ilya mutters to David, nodding as David simply raises a brow. “It’s obvious, really.” He quickly adds, trying to hide the feeling of his heart sinking as he forces a smile, noticing a genuine one forming on David’s face.

“I don’t know, Ilya.” David remarks as he glances up, seeing you lifting your gaze up at the same time. “She’s just a friend, that’s all.”

Ilya shakes his head, knowing that is far from the truth based on what happened the night before.

“I’m serious, Dave, get off me!” You giggle as David continues to tickle you, your laughter echoing throughout the house as Ilya walks in with the pizza’s David ordered.

As he places the pizza’s on the counter, his smile begins to drop as he finds you in David’s arms, your face flushed as tears fall from your eyes. “You’re not getting outta this that easy.” David laughs.

“I got pizza.” Ilya speaks up, and immediately you fall from the sofa, landing on the rug with a soft thud.

Quickly, rising to your feet you clear your throat. “About time, I’m starving!” You avert your gaze from Ilya as you walk over to the pizza boxes, leaving Ilya oblivious to the fact you’re trying to calm your heart rate.

“What about that guy, he’s kinda cute?” Natalie nudges you as she hands you her phone, catching the attention of both boys as you shuffle in your seat.

Humming to yourself, you pass Natalie her phone back. “He’s not my type,” You say with a shrug. “I prefer brunettes.”

“Of course I had to go bleach my hair.” Ilya mutters under his breath whilst David smirks to Natalie, wondering if his thoughts could be accurate.

“Well, most of the time at least.” You quickly add before moving your laptop from your lap and heading to the bathroom, hiding your hands in the sleeves of your hoodie to stop them from visibly shaking.

Once out of sight and earshot, Natalie groans loudly. “Guys, can you give her a break, seriously.” Natalie points to the pair, Ilya holding his hands up in defence whilst David merely chuckles to himself.

“It’s just a bit of fun, Nat.” David excuses it as he looks down to his phone and answers a phone call. “What’s up, Zane?” David asks, walking out and into his bedroom, the door closing behind him.

Yet, despite it being just Natalie and Ilya, the matter isn’t being that dropped that easily. “Like David said, Nat, just a bit of fun.” Ilya comments half heartedly.

“I don’t think so,” Natalie sings playfully as she nudges herself to the edge of the sofa, resting her hands on her lap. “just, talk to her, yeah?” Natalie adds just before you walk back into the room, running your fingers through your hair as you glance over at David’s absent spot.

“Is it just me or is it freezing in here?” You ask, wrapping your arms around yourself as Natalie shakes her head whilst Ilya remains quiet.

Looking at the absent spot beside Ilya, a light bulb flashes above Natalie’s head. “Why don’t you take David’s spot? He’ll be gone for hours now that Zane’s on the phone.” Natalie suggests to you whilst Ilya’s eyes widen.

Turning around, you smile shyly to Ilya. “Is that okay with you, Ilya? I don’t wanna invade your personal space.” You chuckle.

“Oh no, not at all.” Ilya rambles, moving David’s things aside as he pats the spot beside him. “I’m hot, I mean, I’m warm so hopefully you’ll get hotter, I mean,” Sighing to himself, Ilya stops as he closes his eyes, listening to your quiet laughter as the sofa dips.

“Thanks, Ils.” You mutter as you curl up beside him, resting your head on his shoulder as your eyes start to droop whilst you scroll through your phone.

A few hours pass by, and you’re fast asleep with Ilya on the sofa. It started off with a quick power nap, but when Ilya lifted his arm up and you moved to rest your head on his chest, he was a goner.

“You won’t believe what Zane’s done now-” David cuts himself off as he walks into the living room, Natalie shushing him as she motions to you and Ilya on the sofa.

David pauses, looking down as your face is buried in Ilya’s chest whilst his arms are wrapped around you securely, your legs tangled together.

“Oh,” David smiles at the sight, quickly taking his phone and recording you both.

Moving aside, something changes in David’s thoughts as Natalie follows him into the kitchen. “How cute do they look,” Natalie sighs happily, but David remains silent. “wait, are you okay?”

Resting her hand on David’s arm, Natalie can see a look of sadness in his gaze.

“Yeah,” Snapping out of his thoughts, David forces a smile. “I just, I didn’t think about it until now really,” David mumbles as Natalie quirks a brow. “how, how good they look together that is.” David adds. “And I think I’m being selfish, trying to take that away from him.” David adds. “And I think I’m being selfish, trying to take that away from him.”

“There’s someone out there for you, Dave.” Natalie quietly states. “But I’m proud of you for admitting that, they just have to tell each other now.” Natalie huffs, knowing it’ll be a while before she hears either of you admit how you feel.

“Wanna make a bet?” David smirks and Natalie rolls her eyes. “$100 says Y/n will admit before the end of the week.”

Natalie scoffs before holding her hand out as David shakes it. “We’ll see about that.”

* It was almost the end of the week, and neither you nor Ilya had mentioned what happened the other night.

Sitting in the garden, you were busy reading through a contract that you were emailed by your manager when Ilya wandered out.

“Oh, hey Y/n.” Ilya waves, but you remain quiet for a moment until you look over your contract, seeing the blonde standing before you.

Fumbling with the contract, you rest it by your side and sit upright. “Ilya, hey, sorry I was lost in my own thoughts there.” You admit, tucking your hair behind your ears as you smile up to him.

“That’s alright,” Ilya mutters as he sits down beside you. “I haven’t seen you much this week, guess you’ve been occupied with the sponsorship you’ve been working on?”

You nod in response. “Yeah, I mean I love it and I’m so grateful, but it’s kept me busy and as a result unable to spend time with you.” You pause, realising what you just said aloud. “And everyone that is.” You add, a nervous chortle leaving your lips whilst Ilya is unable to process what you just admitted.

“They’re hopeless.” David sighs as he leans back in from spying on you both. “I didn’t think it would be this difficult.”

Natalie tuts. “It’s Y/n and Ilya, what did you expect? They’re so alike it hurts.” She remarks. “Just give them time, and then I’ll be $100 richer.” Natalie says smugly before turning on her heels, heading back to her room.

“I’m sorry,” You eventually break the silence, turning to face Ilya as your knee brushes against his. “I, I’m not really good at talking about feelings and shit, but I think, no I know I have to say this.”

“Okay, I mean, only if you want to.” Ilya comments, reaching out as he rests his hand on your knee, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

“I like you, Ilya.” You admit, focusing on his eyes as they widen, and then a small laugh leaves his lips, causing your heart to simultaneously break.

“Wait, no I didn’t mean it like that!” He quickly reassures you. “I just, are you sure?”

Slightly stunned, you nod slowly. “Yeah, but if you don’t feel the same that’s totally fine!” You tell him, but Ilya shakes his head, his hand tightening on your knee for a moment.

“No I, I do. I’m just, just surprised.” He half laughs. “I always thought you liked David.” He admits and listens as you laugh lightly.

“Wait seriously?” You ask, slightly dumbfounded as Ilya nods.

“I just thought, I mean, why wouldn’t you?” Ilya questions, looking up to you as your eyes remain locked on his and a smile crosses your lips.

“Ilya, I like you, it’s always been you, you dummy.” You chuckle, shuffling closer as your hand rests on his. “That okay?” You mutter as his face edges towards yours.

His lips brush against yours as he breathes out a yes before kissing you softly.

“And with that, you owe me $100.” David laughs to Natalie who groans before taking out the cash and passing it to David.

“I hope you’re happy.” Natalie comments, looking back at you and Ilya in each other’s embrace.

“Couldn’t be happier.” David mutters as he counts out his cash, glad to have won the bet and have his best friend get the girl.

[graysgod]

Oh thank you you so sweet❤️ Im super into pre relationship / the beginning right now so maybe that ? Of like your take on how Ilya would approach a girl he finds pretty or something, like what’s the setting, what does he say ? (Someone non famous please)

AN: I’m sorry this is so short🙁❤️

Ilya was at a party in LA that was way to fancy for him to be at. He was underdressed and overwhelmed. He only came here to support David, but he had run off a long time ago. So he sat at the bar, not drinking because he was forced to be the DD. But Ilya knew David just didn’t want to be embarrassed by Ilya’s drunk antics.

Ilya didn’t mind sitting at the bar though. He had a nice view. A pretty bartender who he was way to nervous to talk to. But he eventually mustered up the courage to talk to her.

“Excuse me?” Ilya said to the bartender. She walked over to him. “What can I get you?” “Your number maybe?” Ilya was a little shocked at what he said and he didn’t want to come off as some weirdo. “Sorry, I know that was cheesy, but you are very pretty”. The bartender blushed, normally she didn’t like customers hitting on her but she thought Ilya was very cute. “Well thank you, I’m y/n” she smiled. “I’m Ilya, it’s nice to meet you. I’m serious about the number, i would love to take you out sometime.” She gave him her number and they talked for the rest of the night.

[sireswhore]

For Keeps

Summary: Spending Christmas in Ilya’s hometown with his family, he gives you a very memorable gift this year.

Gender neutral!reader

Warnings; none I hope, just fluff

Requested? Yes! I combined two of the ones I got from the sweetest anons, happy holidays everyone!

You were anxious.

You found the most beautiful ring you ever laid your eyes on in Ilya’s car. It was absolutely perfect. You thought there was no way that a ring like that should ever be seen on just any hand, let alone yours.

You paced back and forth in your best friend’s living room, your mind wandered in multiple places while you experienced many emotions, some that you didn’t even know you could feel.

“I didn’t know it was possible to get cold feet when you don’t even know if the ring is yours and its not even your wedding day,” your friend giggled.

“Kate I know, but what if it is? Don’t you think it’s way too soon already? I feel like this is tooquickidontknowificanhandlethis,” you blurted out all in one breath.

She got up and sat you down, her hands never leaving your shoulders, “babe you need to calm down, okay?” you nodded taking several deep breaths.

“Time doesn’t matter Y/n, what matters is that you’re happy and that you’re on the same page, even if not now then definitely something you can see in the near future. Do you see yourself marrying him? Even if it’s a few years down the line? The Fedorovich’s,” she smiled, and you did too, you loved the way it sounded.

“You know sometimes how long you’ve been with someone doesn’t determine whether you’re ready or not, you can be in a relationship for years and not feel what a relationship of fewer than 3 months could make you feel. Time does not determine any of that, it’s what you feel in your heart. What does your heart tell you?” Kate explained, and honestly it made things so much clearer for you. Suddenly the air you breathed felt much lighter as the realization set in. You honestly didn’t know where the hell you’d be without her.

“‘Fedorovich’ does have a nice ring to it next to my name,” you gushed, smiling from ear to ear. Your heart somersaulted while your eyes lit up, you were excited to give him your hand in marriage.

“It does sound nice,” she giggled, “but also remember that you don’t even know if the ring is yours, he could just be holding it for someone or who knows? But if not, I’ll have your head if I’m not maid of honor,” she teased.

“It’s a good thing that you would be,” you laughed before she squealed and pulled out her pinterest boards.

-

You stood outside of Ilya’s parents’ home with bags in your hands with Ilya, you were a shivering mess in the Illinois weather.

“Are you ready? They’re gonna love you, I promise,” Ilya said, kissing your cheek before knocking on the door. You smiled sweetly, his reassurance made some of your nerves go away.

Both of you were spending Christmas with his parents and frankly, this was the first time you were meeting them, it was your top priority to make a good impression on them. Especially since they just might be your future in-laws.

The door swings open and you felt the warm cozy air seeping out from the house, you sighed in relief. A middle-aged man appeared from behind it with an endearing smile towards Ilya, and then to you. You assumed he was his father after they exchanged words in Russian and came in for a tight hug.

“Papa, this is y/n,” Ilya smiled, his arm extending in your direction.

“Ahhh, very nice to meet you! Come in, come in!” He laughed, inviting you both into the house to get away from the cold.

“I always hear so much about you, his mother and I have been dying to meet with you,” he shook your hand before he called out to Ilya’s mother to come greet you both.

“Mama!” He said after his eyes spotted the soft-eyed woman, pulling her into a hug and kissing her cheek, exchanging some words which you assumed were endearing and welcoming.

“Ma this is y/n,” he turned to you, and her eyes lit up before she greeted you with her warm embrace. You blushed at how excited she was to see you.

“Ah, finally I will get grandkids?” She says only half-serious, making your stomach flip for a second before Ilya scolded her, not wanting to scare you away.

“Joking,” she laughs, “come, I’ll bring you to your room. You must be so tired,” she tittered sweetly, leading you both while you followed behind her. His dad nudging Ilya’s side while you weren’t looking, letting him know that he has a keeper.

-

On Christmas eve, more of Ilya’s relatives came to visit and spend the day with you all. There was cooking, laughter, and so much bonding. You loved how everyone was so close with each other.

You soon started to think about how well you’d fit in when he’d be your husband. Everyone was so caring and treated you like family, you started to tear up, your emotions subtly oozing out of your face. You sniffled quietly.

Maybe not at quiet as you thought when Ilya looked towards you, finding his favorite pair of eyes all welled up in tears.

“What’s wrong baby?” He whispered, with all of his genuine concern. You shook your head.

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong,” you smiled, “it’s absolutely perfect, I’m just in love with your family,” you giggled.

“Well are you in love with me?” he joked, hands on either side of your face, gently wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“Hm, maybe,” you smiled, he squished your face in his hands before kissing you a couple times, making you both laugh.

You were definitely in love with him, there was no doubt about that.

-

After dinner, Ilya suspiciously disappeared without warning. He wanted to make the room a little nicer so it would impress you with his surprise gift.

You started to get a little curious so you excused yourself to go find him. Luckily he caught you just before you took your first step.

“Hey, where you going?”

“I was looking for you, but now you’re here. Where were you?” You asked, and he looked around to find an excuse.

“Uh- it doesn’t matter, I wanna show you something. Let-“ was what Ilya said before one of his family members asked him to join them with something. He looked like he told them to try another time, but they insisted that he’d go.

Ilya looked back at you and pursed his lips, “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere. Okay?” you nodded before he kissed your cheek, leaving once again.

The anticipation of what he was going to say was eating you alive, thankfully it wasn't too long until he got back.

“Finally,” you laughed, “What were you going to show me?”

He smiled, and before he spoke, Ilya got interrupted again, this time it was his mom.

“Ah y/n you should come with me I’ll show you Ilya’s baby pictures!” She said excitingly, pulling you along, not giving you any other option. You laughed and told your boyfriend that you’d be right back. There was no way you could pass that up, even if you wanted to know what he had to show you so badly.

After geeking out with his mom about how cute his baby butt looked, you finally came back to find Ilya on the couch waiting for you.

“Sooo,” you giggled sitting on his lap, “you make the cutest baby,” he smiled up at you. “What were you going to show me?”

“Come with me,” he said leading you both into your room.

He took a deep breath before he opened the door to reveal some rose petals scattered around the room. You gasped when he led you into the center.

A ring appeared from his back pocket, you gasped while your hands flew to your mouth.

Ilya smiled when he took your hand, sliding the gorgeous ring on your cold finger.

“When you look at this ring, I hope it reminds you of my promise to never stop loving you,” he whispered, your eyes welled up in tears.

“and one day I plan to marry you, Y/n” he murmured, smiling while you quietly sobbed.

“I love you so much,” you choked out.

“I love you,” he softly pressed his lips against yours before you giggled, softly biting your lip.

“What?” Ilya chuckled.

“I found it a few days ago and I thought it was an engagement ring,” you said shyly.

“Well if it was, would you say yes?”

“In a heart beat.”

<3

AN: Merry Christmas if you celebrate or happy holidays! Sorry I didn’t get this one up earlier, this is a little rushed but here it is :’)

[i8jisoo]

Can you make one where you are pregnant and the vlogsquad make some jokes about your pregnancy but you are too sentimal and David protect and defend you? Pleasee

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐊  ⇉  just a joke

warnings ➢ insecurity & pregnancy, ps i dont write 4 david anymore and i dont support him anymore thanks

you had had your fair share of little comments about your weight gain or on your appearance now that you were having a baby, but you always had your friends to defend you on your weight or whatever it was the internet was ridiculing you on. you also had your boyfriend, david to always cheer you up and he never usually was constantly online and checking on what people had to say on your relationship, that was until he was soon to become a father. so when he heard the first time that the internet was talking about the mother of his child, he had to put an end to it.

it was a normal day, a little bit less normal now that the days were counting down to the arrival of your baby, david had invited some friends over as per usual, wanting to record but not wanting to leave you at home alone. he was very cautious now, skipping out on the crazy stunts and other shit he used to do in his backyard or infront. david now followed you around the house constantly, even going to the bathroom or kitchen with you, sitting on the counter or outside of the door. you had probably heard the phrase ‘anything you need?’ about a thousand times as soon as he got home from the first ever ultrasound with you.

now zane, heath, along with toddy, jason, josh, and erin were on your couch, sitting around a chatting. natalie of course would be coming back after she did some things for david and grabbed some diapers and bottles, as david had begged her to get some more since he was still convinced he wasn’t prepared after stocking up on fifteen boxers or diapers. as well as the thirty bottles that had been sanitized, left in a seperate drying rack since he pressed that bottles and your dishes should not be together. after carly had a wild night out drinking with bruce until dawn, he decided that it’d be best to let the two stay home and sober up together. they were all chatting and trying to come up with ideas for the vlog, david recording those bits too so just in case something funny was to come up, he would catch it and be able to put it in. it started to get a bit stuffy in the room, your arms pulling off the hoodie and david helping you with it before he pulled you back closer into him. you fixed the bottom of your shirt, piping up at heath’s voice.

“that reminds me of the baby, she just looked so small underneath the hoodie! then when you take it off it’s like, wow.” heath comments, jason chuckling at the comment and agreeing. “not such a little baby huh?” jason pokes at david, “gonna be like lugging around a watermelon.” david smiling awkwardly in response at the sudden topic of his child, you brushed off the comments as best you could, trying to stay calm as you knew that the camera was on.

heath hit zane’s shoulder, “just imagine us trying to hold david’s son for the first time and he’s like huge, like just look at her. that’s obviously gonna be a big baby, i bet it’s a good ten pound baby. was your mom this big when she was gonna have you david? weren’t you a chubby baby?” heath questions, your smile dropping and david’s arm pulling back from your shoulders. you felt a little insecure, suddenly feeling even worse. you let out a shaky breath, nodding. “i’m gonna use the bathroom, i’ll be back.” you murmur, david helping you up and quickly taking back his spot on the couch, letting his eyes linger while you make your way to the bathroom.

a few tears make it’s way down your face, looking at your weathered appearance as the pregnancy definitely did make you tired and more worn out, but unable to sleep due to the bump resting on your back and the kicks or hiccups your little baby was giving you constantly. david was there for it all, helping you do small little things that reminded you that these long months are worth it all.

“heath, why would you say that?” david started, already reaching for the camera to turning it off and fumbling with the camera’s power button. “she’s pregnant dude, not cool. i’d never say that shit about mariah if she was pregnant.” he rants, running a hand through his hair while tossing the camera onto the empty space next to him. “it was just a joke david, i didn’t expect her to take it serious.” heath stutters out, david rolling his eyes. “you know she’s fucking insecure heath and you’re an asshole for that. you too jason, i would never talk about your kids.” he leans back in his spot, stopping at the sound of the bathroom door. he gets up before you make your way down the hallway, already hurrying to you. he reaches you, taking a few steps in the hallway before he takes you back to your shared bedroom. david takes your hands, helping you lower yourself onto the bed. he smiles, making your heart melt.

“hope you weren’t too upset over what heath and jason were saying, but if you were, wanna know what you’re doing?” he murmurs, giving you a second to pretend to guess and you giving him a shrug. “you’re giving me a baby, that’s the best thing i could’ve asked for. i never thought coming over here, i’d find fame, or friends, let alone a girlfriend and a baby. never thought i’d start a family, but somehow you made that change, for that i’m eternally grateful.” he says, already seeing the glassy look in your eyes that he saw when he surprised you in earlier years. “besides, you’re incredibly cute when you waddle around, or when you post on instagram, i think all those photos with you and your bump are the best ones.” he finishes, pulling up your shirt and pressing a kiss to the stretched skin.

“and you, you need to come out. right now.” he demands, mock anger. david pulling you in for a hug and kiss, hearing your small laugh and your arms at the nape of his neck, he knew that this life was destined for him.

[bigdickdobrik]

Concept Blurb: Good Morning Bubba

You woke up tangled in white sheets with sunlight peeking through the curtains covering the windows. Looking to your side you see the love of your life sleeping peacefully, mouth open, hair a mess, light snores exiting his mouth but still adorable. As you shifted, you felt your bare skin bump against his and it reminded you of the loving events from last night. You both had been too comfortable to put on clothes opting to just cuddle under the sheets using your shared body heat to keep you warm. You laid there for a while admiring your sweetheart until you began to grow bored.

Slowly you untangled yourself from his long limbs and the sheets keeping you warm. You were met with bitter cold as you sat up, quickly reaching for the fuzzy robe you had stolen from a fancy hotel and putting it on. You head to the kitchen leaving your boyfriend in the room and went straight for the kitchen. You began to boil some water in a kettle and searched the cupboards for your favorite hot chocolate mix. Finally finding it you pull out each of yours favorite mugs carefully spooning some of the mix into the mugs. 

You hear shuffling behind you and are suddenly wrapped in a giant hug from behind. 

“Good morning bubba.” You giggled

“Good morning princess.” He mumbles back still tired.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck inhaling deeply, filling his lungs with your scent that he loves so much. You hear the kettle boiling and reach over to grab it careful not to disturb you boyfriend who moved with you. You poured the hot water into the cups and mixed the hot chocolate in. As you stood there you couldn’t help but think how much his arms felt like home. Memories playing through your head like a movie of two lovers. You feel as though no matter what happens in this world, even if you lose it all, you will still be safe and at home in his arms. 

Eventually, you rest your hand over his and remove his hold on you. He releases and backs away from you only inches. He gently pushes your hair to the side and places a soft kiss on your neck. You hand him his mug and hold his hand as you pull him back to the bedroom, your mug in your own hand as well. You used to think home was a place but now you know that home sometimes becomes a person. 

[thinkaboutdobrik]

High Fever → David Dobrik

Requested by 2 people

Plot: You’re sick and hanging out at David’s house, being comforted by him and his friends. 

Warning: fainting, fluffy guys taking care of youuu :)

You coughed loudly from the corner of David's couch. Buried deep underneath several layers of blankets, your head was pounding and your throat was dry and hurting. In attempt to keeping up with the guys’ conversations, surrounding you on the big cloud couch, keeping your eyes open seemed impossible at the moment. 

Despite being sick, you were determined to make it over to David’s house to hang out with him and his friends, especially since the Vernon Hills boys were in town. 

Your eyes were squinting at the bright lights coming from the ceiling. Listening to your friends' endless conversations about anything and everything, you were unable to move from your spot on the couch, forced to listen to them, as you tried laying as still as possible preventing any nausea to occur. 

"How are you feeling?" David asked as he sat down on the couch next to you, placing his palm to your forehead to feel the temperature.

Your forehead was burning hot and your cheeks were flushed. "Not good. I'm so dizzy." you whispered, your voice almost silent by your sore throat.

You were a mess. Not only did you have a bad fever and your throat was killing you, but to top it all off you also had a very bad migraine. 

Taking a deep breath, you slowly opened your eyes wider in attempt at looking around the room. Little by little you were fully sat up right in the couch, with one palm to your pounding head, the other hand supporting you on the couch. 

You tossed your legs over the couch and landed them on the floor before sitting up right and taking a deep breath. Carefully you pushed yourself up from the couch and were finally standing up. 

“Does anybody want anything?” your weak voice asked the guys around you, as you stumbled your way past them to head to the kitchen. 

The guys shook their heads and only David was nodding as you continued walking to the kitchen. You supported your self on whatever was in near sight as you walked slowly over to the kitchen island. 

The last few steps were the worst. Your head started to pound, and your vision got blurry, your knees were getting weaker, before you leaped forward and crashed into the kitchen counter. Propping yourself up on one hand, you were leaned over the kitchen counter, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to remain in control.

“You okay over there?” David asked from the couch as he glanced over at you. 

You took a deep breath before turning around. Your hands still supporting you on the kitchen island, you opened your mouth to reply, but you were quickly cut off when your vision blacked out and a wave of dizzyness came over you. 

“No, no. Don’t touch her. Let her rest.” a soft voice whispered from above you. 

Voices around you were only muffled sounds at this point, and you started to feel a pounding feeling to the back of your head. 

“Guys. Shut up. She’s waking up!” another soft voice hissed from your side. 

Your eyes were squinting as you carefully opened them, quickly landing your eyes on the three guys standing over you. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked around the room in confusion.

“W-what happend? What are you guys doing?” you questioned, looking around the room. 

“Are you okay? You blacked out.” Ilya asked you worringly. 

Your eyebrows furrowed again and you had to gather your thoughts for a split second, before landing your eyes on him. “Really? What was I doing?” you asked. 

David sighed and handed you a wet and cold cloth to put on your forehead. “I think you were getting us some water.” he replied as he gently stroked you cheek and gave you a soft smile. 

“Oh..” you sighed, leaning your head back on the couch, taking a quick look around the room again. “Well, did you get your water?” 

“No, you fell to the ground before you reached the fridge.” David chuckled at your response and leaned back in the couch. 

You shifted in your seat as soon as your head had stopped pounding. David and Ilya had their eyes glued to yours, worried anything else might happen to you. The rest of the guys were also sitting around you, paying attention to you from a distance. 

As time went on you started feeling a little better, and you were now fully functioning. After finally getting your water, your head wasn’t hurting as much, and the love and support from the guys around you was definitely helping as well. 

Plus, getting the corner of the couch all to your self allowed you to be comfortable and able to strech your entire body out, and since you weren’t feeling too well you got dibs on the softest blankets and pillows which was nice. 

“I think you should stay here tonight.” David said before lifting your legs to put them ontop of his thighs. He tucked the blanket tight around your feet before reaching for the water bottle to hand it to you. 

You happily nodded in return before grabbing the water bottle, knowing David’s couch was probably one of the comfiest couches around and you got it all to yourself for the night. 

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fluff. smut. angst. comedy.

DAVID DOBRIK

sofa spooning / ABSOLUTE fluff       COMING MARCH 02

Y/N and David have been dating for a small while now, even though they haven’t made it 100% public. While hanging out with friends who needed footage, their cutest moments are captured on camera. 

24HR / wholesome content  (fluff!!)

(click ^ for masterlist) David’s views are going down and he needs to do something about it, and quick. With fans constantly shipping you two, and the thirst for wholesome content is hella unquenchable. So, you and your best friend, David Dobrik agreed to date, for strictly 24 hours only. Yes, I’m glad it’s you and me, who think this isn’t going to pan out they way they’d imagined....

ILYA FEDOROVICH

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I’m not drinking any more, or any less. (Ilya Feddi x reader)

PLOT: Could u write about the reader helping drunk Ilya after a night out with everyone in LA and shes so protective of him and then the next day he confesses his love for her? I just really need more Ilya content I love him so much

WARNINGS: drinking, fluff (at the end)

The story of how you met the Vlog squad was quite different, you had no clue who they were, what they did to be so famous or that they were really good friends with your best friend Suzy. 

You and Suzy were classmates in college, after lessons you always either went for coffee or lunch. However one day she mentioned a group of guys -and girls that she hung out mostly in the evenings. She knew that after your break up with an absolute ass-hole you were in no way, shape or form looking for a boyfriend. So she didn’t push the idea of single men in the group on to you. 

You both just finished your last assignments and were done for the semester, wanting to let loose and celebrate you decided to go out. 

‘‘I’m gonna pick you up at around 9 pm, sounds good?’‘ you asked right as you were about to departure. 

‘‘I can’t wait, oh can a few of my friends come?’‘ she asked, you could see it in her eyes how much she wanted you to say yes. 

‘‘Ugh fine, but this is our night. And you are finally getting laid. This is the night Suzz’‘ you threw your hands in the air as she just laughed with her signature loudness. 

As you arrived home you made yourself a cocktail and started to get ready. After one drink, your mind started wondering of who these people really are, so you googled them. You found their Youtube channels and soon you were in deep. Okay, you said to yourself closing the laptop, only one guy really made your heart skip and your stomach twist and that was Ilya. One guy out of everyone else, what are the odds that he comes? Close to none, he lives in another city and runs a business. Or so you thought. 

You curled your hair, did your makeup and got dressed in a rose-gold sparkling dress. You looked good, you threw your keys, wallet and phone in a small clutch and called an Uber to Suzy’s place. 

Upon arrival you called her and a group of people stormed out of her house. 

‘‘Y/n you look stunning!’‘ she yelled walking faster to you so you guys could hug. 

‘‘So do you, damn that ass Suzy’‘ you spun her around. 

‘‘Okay everyone introduce yourselves, this is the girl I was telling you about’‘ she nudged a guy and you slowly realised who it was and blushed. 

‘‘Hey, I’m David’‘ ah the leader you thought, he was lanky, dressed in black and holding a camera. 

‘‘I’m Dima’‘ one said, again, lanky, dark blonde hair. Is he bestfriends with Ilya?

‘‘Natalie’‘ finally a girl you thought, ‘‘But I’m not coming with’‘ well fuck then. 

‘‘Ilya’‘ the last one said, he was the only one that extended his hand for you to shake. 

‘‘Pleasure’‘ you smiled seductively, while Suzy made wide eyes looking at the both of you. 

Soon enough the Uber arrived and we all got packed in a small car. David in the front, Suzy, Dima, Ilya and you were supposed to fit in the back. 

‘‘You can sit on me, if you want’‘ Ilya said and waited for Dima and Suzy to get in first so you had no other option.

Suzy rolled her eyes at the statement ‘’We were doing shots before’’ she laughed. ‘’He may be already drunk’’

‘‘Okay’‘ you smiled and looked into his eyes. He hesitated, obviously he didn’t expect your agreement with this. 

‘‘Uh-okay’‘ he stuttered and sat in the car closing his knees together for you to sit on. 

‘‘Hope your leg doesn’t fall asleep’‘ you giggled as you made yourself comfortable, that drink at home definitely made you more confident. 

‘‘Don’t worry, something else will wake up’‘ Dima said and they all laughed. Ilya then tried to punch him, but Suzy was in the way. 

You were talking all the way to the club, they were either asking you questions or making fools of themselves for David’s camera. 

Somehow they knew David at the club so you didn’t have to buy a ticket, and you got a VIP area to sit in. A bottle of vodka and a few Redbull’s were already waiting for you at the table. 

As soon as the guys saw that they started drinking, well mostly Dima and Ilya. Damn, who knew that they had such a high tolerance? Practise probably. 

You haven’t gotten drunk in a few months and you were not about to make a fool of yourself in front of new people. You finally saw Suzy’s type of guy in the crowd and damn he was checking her out. You touched her elbow as she spoke to David and made her aware of the guy.

‘‘He is hot’‘ she screamed in my ear, since the music was blasting. 

‘‘Go talk to him, you gorgeous bitch’‘ you always praised her no matter what, in your eyes she was gorgeous, but sometime she felt a bit insecure. Suzy finally summed up some courage and went after him, you then saw them going to the bar and he bought her a drink. 

David then followed Dima that started dancing on some stripper poles and you were left with Ilya, all alone. 

You couldn’t keep a straight face, he was wasted out of his mind. He sat closer to you and put his hand on your cheek. 

‘‘You are gorgeous’‘ he said moving his hand closer to your lips. You wanted to see where this will go. ‘’Are you single?’’ he slurred and moved to sit even closer to you, your thighs were now touching him. 

‘‘I am’‘ you smiled. 

He kept looking from your eyes, to your lips, tried moving a bit down to your cleavage, but ultimately moved back up. 

‘‘I really want to kiss you right now’‘ he started moving closer. 

‘‘What is stopping you?’‘ you closed your eyes and when nothing came, you opened them to see his face red and gagging. 

He ran outside and you ran after him. As soon as he ran to some dumpsters he threw up. So that’s why. 

‘‘Fuck, I’m sorry’‘ he straightened himself out and his voice cracked. We wanted to return back inside, but due to Ilyas state they wouldn’t let us in. 

‘‘Come on, I called an Uber’‘ you said and he put an arm around your shoulders for support. 

‘‘I have keys to David’s place’‘ he said to your ear, making you smell his not so good breath right now. ‘‘You can go outside if you want to’‘ 

‘‘I won’t leave you’‘ you answered as he awe’d. 

‘‘I hadn’t dan a girlfriend in a while, but I feel like you’re the one’‘ 

Your answer was interrupted by the arrival of the Uber. Ilya somehow slurred the address of David’s place in the mean time you texted Suzy what just happened, so she wouldn't be worried. Sometime in the ride Ilya’s head rested on your shoulder, you didn’t know why, but you just felt comfort. 

You took the keys from his pocket that were awfully close to something else... 

‘‘Uh eager already’‘ he laughed. still leaning against you, your bodies were in contact all the way from he club. 

You walked him inside and he threw himself on the couch. He dozed off immediately, but you stayed with him until David, Suzy and Dima came back, just so he wouldn’t choke on his vomit. 

After that you couldn’t even remember how you got home, you were so tired. 

In the morning a random number texted you. 

‘Hey beautiful. I was an idiot last night and made the worst impression of myself, please let me make it up to you? Dinner tonight. -Ilya’

Hmmm should I go? You thought to youself...

OK GUYS, DO YOU WANT A PART 2? Don’t kill me, I am planning the confession in the Part 2. 

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[isthisthingeven0n]

what they don’t know : i.f

brief summary: dating ilya for years and finally telling his fans who you are after they keep seeing you appear in the background of vlogs and on social media 

word count: 932 requested: yes by the sweetest anon! i hope you like the outcome angel  warnings: none that i’m aware of 

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It was crazy when you really sat and thought about it. How the internet perceives your boyfriend as a crazy guy who will do anything once he’s had a drink. And for the most part, they aren’t wrong. The one thing they are unaware of is the fact he’s been in a relationship for the past five years, long before he even featured in David’s vlogs. 

You didn’t mind it at first, the fact you weren’t really known by fans of David and his friends, Ilya included. It was nice to have the privacy when he came back to Chicago, to know he wasn’t having to be ‘on’ for a camera and he could unwind with you. 

But last year, things started to change. You would go out to LA with Ilya and stay over at David’s. He loved having you around, seeing how much of a sweetheart you were and how Ilya melted like butter whenever you were in the room or mentioned. Slowly but surely, you were noticed in the background of vlogs- the girl no one knew. 

For the most part, you weren’t in focus in the videos, nor tagged on Instagram stories where your face appeared for a split second. Some nights, Ilya received countless messages about a girl he was seen hanging out with at the office when he was ‘working.’ 

Yet, despite their questions being unanswered, fans did not give up easily. They wanted to know who you were, and more importantly, were you of importance to anyone? 

“Hey, babe?” Ilya nudges you as you close your book and shuffle in your bed, turning to face him.  

As you focus on your boyfriend, his hair tied back as a smile crosses his lips, you immediately were intrigued. “What is it?” Leaning over, your eyes widen at the image on his phone. 

It was a photo of you and Ilya, zoomed in over David’s shoulder during his most recent vlog. Across the photo of you both asleep on top of one another lies bold text reading ‘WHO IS THIS GIRL?.’ 

“Oh wow.” You chuckle as Ilya shakes his head in disbelief. “They really wanna know, huh?” Resting your head on Ilya’s shoulder, he sighs lightly before locking his phone. 

“I’ve seen about twenty of those in the last half hour.” Ilya mutters, causing you to sit up beside him. “What?” He questions, seeing that look on your face suggesting you’re worried. 

“In 30 minutes?” You reiterate his statement, and Ilya nods slowly. “Wow.” You whistle as Ilya wraps an arm around you, pulling you back into his embrace.

“What’s going on in that weird head of yours?” Ilya quietly asks, seeing you focus ahead at the blank TV screen. 

You were contemplating exposing yourself. After almost three years of being surrounded by snippets of videos and pictures, speculating who you were, maybe it was time to give the fans an answer. 

It wouldn’t be the first time the thought has crossed your mind, but you’ve never felt ready enough to admit it. 

“Y/n?” Ilya whispers your name, snapping you back into reality. “You alright?” 

Nodding, you reach out for your phone and as you go to unlock it, you pause at the sight of your lock screen. 

A simple photo that David took of you both when you were in New York. It was last winter when it almost snowed and you were freezing, wrapped up in Ilya’s jacket in mid laughter. 

“I wanna tell the fans.” You admit, hesitant to face your boyfriend as his grip on you softens. “Only if you want to though.” You quickly add, focusing back on your phone and the few notifications currently coming through. 

“Are you sure?” Ilya turns to face you now, his hands resting on your thighs as you cross your legs. “Don’t feel obliged to, you know that.” He reminds you, after having discussions with David months ago after fans thought they found your Instagram and threatened to leave hate. 

All Ilya wants and has ever wanted was for you to be happy, whether in or out of the public eye. 

“Yeah,” You nod, smiling up to him. “I’m sure.” 

Leaning closer, Ilya kisses you softly before grabbing his phone and you do likewise. “Well, let’s tell them.” He releases a nervous breath before looking through his phone for photos, chuckling at the old memories whilst you do the same.

After a while, you both check each others posts on Instagram. An array of memories throughout the last five years are there for all to see. You smile at the caption, knowing it was simple, but effective. ‘five years of having my own personal cushion.’ 

“You 100% certain bout this? Cause once these are up there’s no going back.” Ilya reminds you, but you simply press post instead. 

Lying back in your bed, you watch as the notifications slowly start blowing up on your phones. 

“Wow.” Your eyes widen at the sight of it all, the engagement from fans filled with love and support for you both. “Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.” You smile up to your boyfriend who shuffles down to pull you into his arms. 

“I knew I’d made the right decision five years ago, but sharing you isn’t something I’ll get used to.” He mutters into your neck before peppering you with kisses, causing you to laugh. 

Your phone drops to the ground, leaving fans to continue commenting. But in this moment, none of it mattered as it was just you and Ilya, like it always will be at the end of the day. 

[isthisthingeven0n]

oh, you’re serious : i.f

 brief summary: ilya keeps asking you out on a date, but you repeatedly decline believing it’s merely a bit for the vlog. but is it really once he asks when the camera’s aren’t on? 

word count: 954 requested: yes by a v sweet anon thank you love! warnings: nothing that i’m aware of??

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(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it hasn’t been approved me unless specified. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

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Sighing once again, you look over to Ilya who continues to smile brightly at you, despite you rolling your eyes.

“Ilya quit asking me.” You groan, noticing David filming as his camera rests on the cushion beside him. “I know you’re trying to do a bit for the vlog, again.” You shrug it off, but Ilya shakes his head.

“No seriously, I wanna take you out on a date.” He tells you once again, for the seventh time this month alone.

It always starts the same, the two of you will just be hanging out and he’ll ask you out. The first time, it threw you off as Ilya’s always had a special place in your heart. But once you saw David filming, you knew he’d never mean it and it was all just a big joke.

“No seriously, Ilya. I’m getting tired of you asking me, it’s not happening.” You retort, tiredness evident in your tone as he merely blinks at you and holds his hands up in defence.

As you return your attention to your phone, Ilya turns to look at David who wears sympathy for his friend.

“Why is it such a bad thing?” Ilya nudges you playfully, seeing your eyes narrow as you glance over at him. “I mean, am I that bad?” He chuckles, trying to disguise the nerves in his voice.

Placing your phone down, you shuffle to face him on the sofa. “It’s not that Ilya, you’re a great guy.” You reassure him, seeing David get up and leave out of the corner of your eye. “But this is just another bit for the vlogs, and I don’t want my emotions toyed with.” You pat his arm before rising to your feet, heading to the kitchen to grab your things.

“You off already?” David questions, sipping his drink as you grab ahold of everything you brought with you.

Curtly nodding, you wave to David and head out of the door without another word being said.

As the door shuts, Ilya groans loudly, burying his face in his hands as he slides down the sofa.

David tuts as Ilya removes his hands from his face. “Ilya, Ilya, Ilya,” David sighs, shaking his head in disapproval. “why can’t you just ask her like a normal guy?” David questions with a light laugh.

Ilya simply shrugs his shoulders, pretending to not know the answer. But in reality, the answer is too personal to be used. ‘Because I like her too much to have her properly reject me.’

*

It had been a few days since you had last seen Ilya, or properly hung out with anyone. You weren’t intentionally avoiding your friends; just a particular individual as you continue to shield your heart. 

Lying on your sofa, you continue to scroll through social media seeing them all hanging out at David’s. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in your heart at how Ilya laugh is so carefree, that he’s oblivious to what he’s doing to you every time you’re around him. 

You snap out of your thoughts as you hear a knock on your front door. 

Forcing yourself to your feet, you walk over and as you begin to open the door you’re immediately greeted with a large bouquet of flowers in your face, concealing the person behind them.

“What the?” You laugh lightly, accepting the flowers and as you lower them, you raise an eyebrow to see Ilya stood there with a boyish grin across his lips. “Ilya?”

“Yeah, hi.” His voice is softer and quieter than usual. “I, I just wanted to apologise for continuously asking you out, I get that you’re not interested.” He explains and you step out from your place, looking around for any sign of cameras or anyone else you know.

Ilya watches you quizzingly, and how you lean back into your doorway and push it open with a small smile. “Come on in.” You motion and internally, Ilya is fist-bumping as he closes your door behind him.

The pair of you sit down, the flowers resting on your coffee table as silence looms over you both. 

“So I-”

“I’m so-” 

You both pause, looking at one another before you break the tense atmosphere with a small laugh. “I’m sorry for how I acted, Ilya.” You rest your hand on your heart as you glance over at the flowers before focusing on him. “I just, it’s not something I expected from you and when I realised it was all a joke it, it kinda stung.” You admit, seeing Ilya’s small smile turn to a frown. 

“I’m sorry for how it all happened.” Ilya clears his throat as he shuffles on the sofa, moving closer toward you. “Truth is, I do like you Y/n, and I’ve wanted to ask you out for a fucking minute.” A short laugh leaves his lips as he looks up at you with an unreadable expression. “I just didn’t know how to properly and it got shit pretty quick.” 

You nod along before nudging closer to him, resting your hand on his. 

“So, you going to?” You question quietly with a small smile on your lips as Ilya quirks an eyebrow to you. “Ask me for real?” 

Ilya opens his mouth, but words struggle to follow causing you to chuckle. 

“Yes, Ilya. I’ll go out with you.” You answer to his silent question before leaning in and kissing his cheek. As you pull away, Ilya snaps back into reality and reaches out, resting his hand on your cheek pulling you back in until your lips are on his. 

As you both pull away, Ilya cannot wipe the smile from his lips. “Now that’s how I imagined it.” 

[isthisthingeven0n]

you are the reason : i.f

brief summary: based on the song ‘you are the reason’ 

word count: 1.1k requested: yes - by an anon a while ago. i hope you like it!  warnings: angsty, but ends with fluff i promise 

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(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it isn’t me. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

Lying in bed, you listen to the front door slamming and the sound of him stumbling over his own feet. You turn on your side, daring to look at your phone to see what time he’s waltz back home tonight.

Your eyes squint at the bright light illuminating your tired face, and a sigh escapes your lips as it’s almost three in the morning. He continues to make noise throughout the house without a care in the world for your needed sleep.

Eventually, he makes his way up the stairs with much difficulty. You listen to the groans and incoherent mutters under his breath before he pushes the door open. “Hi honey,” He slurs, swaying on the spot as he leans against the doorframe, noticing you shuffling as you keep your back turned to him. “baby?” He calls out as you keep your eyes tightly shut, trying to calm your breathing down enough for him to believe you’re asleep. 

Yet, your body shifts as the weight of the bed dips. He shuffles over on top of the covers, nearing you as you scrunch your nose up, smelling the vodka on his breath. 

Ilya stretches his hand out, resting it across you as he smiles to himself. “Not tonight, Ilya.” You whisper, pushing his arm off as it lies by his side. 

Looking down at his arm, he pouts before sitting upright and reaches for the bedside lamp.

“Fuck, Ilya.” You exhale deeply, turning to face him with fury in your gaze as he drunkenly smiles back at you. “Just, just let me sleep. I’m not in the mood tonight.” You tell him sternly, looking away from him as you shuffle to lie back down as you fight back tears.

“Why, what’s wrong?” Ilya tries his best to remain focused, ignoring the song that plays in his head as he zones out, not hearing you sniff lightly. “You can tell me anything, Y/n.” He states, watching with a hopeful heart as you sit up to face him, hugging a pillow close to your chest. 

“That’s the thing, Ilya,” You mutter, keeping your eyes down and avoiding his. “I feel like you’re not you anymore. I, I can’t open up.” Your voice cracks and instantly Ilya moves forward, only to pause as you shake your head. 

“I, why?” Ilya stumbles over his words, slowly sobering up. 

A scoff leaves your lips as you squeeze the pillow closer against you, digging your nails into the cotton. “All you do is come home drunk, Ilya. We don’t spend time together anymore ever since I,” You pause, seeing out of the corner of your eyes as you see him nod. 

“Since you told me you loved me.” He finishes for you with a flat tone. 

“Exactly.” You say harshly, wiping your eyes as you look away from the bedding and toward the framed photo on your dressing table. “You act like a stranger to me now, and if you don’t want to be together or go further with this I’d rather you just tell me.” The words burn as they leave your lips, but you know you can’t continue in this dilemma if he isn’t sure.

“No, no,” Ilya responds promptly, resting his hand on your thigh. The feeling felt alien, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. “I just,” He stops himself, unsure what words are going to leave his lips.

“Just, just leave it.” You comment, rising from the bed and wander from your bedroom and head down the stairs.

“Y/n, please!” He calls out desperately, rushing through the house to find you in the kitchen in search of your car keys. “It’s nearly 4am, don’t go.” He pleads, watching as you continue to wipe your eyes forcefully with the sleeve of your pyjama top, which happened to be one of his. 

Standing with your back turned, you grab a hold of your keys. A small laugh leaves your lips as you face him, seeing the sadness etched in his frown. “You know what’s funny, Ilya?” You ask him, watching as he shakes his head. “Never before have I opened up to anyone like you.” You tell him, stepping closer toward him as he remains perfectly still.

“Y/n, please,” His voice trails off as you lift your hand up. 

“No, because never have I felt so safe and loved by anyone like you. And it turns out, I was wrong about it all. I fell for you so hard, and you don’t feel the same.” Your voice starts to fail you as the lump in your throat returns. “And that’s fine.” You tell him, knowing it’s a lie. 

“It’s not fine, Y/n.” Ilya states, blocking the doorway toward the front door. “I, there’s so much I want to tell you.” He says softly, seeing your eyes focus on his. 

“Ilya, I don’t think you understand this.” You tell him, fiddling with the keyrings attached to the various keys you own. “It feels like I’ve climbed mountains, swam every fucking ocean that I could just to be here with you. And I know, this makes no fucking sense as it’s all similes and metaphors but, but,” You break down, unable to finish your speech. 

Ilya bends down, wrapping his arms around you as you sob into your own arms, refusing to lean into his embrace. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He mutters as you shake your head, forcing yourself upright. “You’re the reason I cannot stop smiling of late, you know that, right?” Ilya begins to explain whilst you sit in silence. “And, and when you told me you loved me I panicked. My body went into fucking flight or fight mode.” 

“So you flew?” You question, glancing up to see him nod with heavy eyes. 

“I keep getting drunk in the hope I might just tell you how much I truly love you. I, I can’t imagine how my life would be without you. My mind is forever racing about how to make it up to you.” He rambles on as a small smile ghosts your lips. “I love you, Y/n. You’re the reason I’ve found love and always will be.” 

Your smile widens as you focus on him. He’s sobered up entirely. “I guess you didn’t need a drink to tell me after all.” You half-laugh whilst Ilya focuses on you with apprehension. “No more fighting?” You ask, watching as he nods.

Ilya leans closer, taking your hands in his. “And no more hidin’” He says with a small smile, bringing you into his arms as he holds you close, not wanting to let go. 

[isthisthingeven0n]

convince me : i.f

brief summary: based on the clip in the vlog where David is trying to convince Ilya to go party

word count: 595 requested: yes, by an anon the other day (i think) but it has been a while since I’ve posted Ilya and this happens to be one of my favourite moments warnings: some swearing, nothing much tbh

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“If anyone can convince him, it’ll be you.” David comments as he drives over toward the apartment.

You quietly sigh, knowing what he says is true. When it comes to you, Ilya simply cannot say no. After six shots, you were complying to this last-minute night out, starting to forget the fact Ilya explicitly said he couldn’t come because he had work in the morning.

“Why does he have to be so cute though?” You slur in the passenger seat, letting your thoughts escape into the world, forgetting the camera is rolling in front of you.

David looks over at you with a small smile, hoping that tonight could finally be the night one of you says something to the other.

It’s been painful to witness. The attempts you both made at flirting or how Ilya could follow you like a lost puppy in a club, not wanting to be too far from you for a period of time. But with the painful times, there were the adorable ones too.

There were the times you would be passed out with Ilya in your bed. Ilya holding your hair back as you threw up and vice verse. You two truly cared about one another, and whenever he was around, you made sure to have some time together.

Parking the car, David walks in first as you hover behind him, waiting for your signal.

“Party time!” David dances as he films Ilya as he lies in his bed, hair spread out in all directions as he sighs heavily. to his friend who was fast asleep.

Ilya shifts in his bed, “Dude I’m in my fucking bed.” Ilya tells David, who refuses to let his friend stay at home.

“You gotta come, come on.” David continues his attempts at convincing him to join everyone, only to be met with the same response.

“No dude, fuck you.” Ilya repeats as he laughs lightly from the delirious situation he’s found himself in. He was fully prepared to just have a quiet night in, get enough sleep so he could be a functioning human at his job in the morning. But, once again that clearly wasn’t happening.

“It’ll be fun, Ilya.” David whines and Ilya shakes his head, refusing to leave his bed. “I mean, how fucking stupid would it be if we got drunk the night before you have work?” He starts laughing, and Ilya sits upright as he rubs his face.

Letting out a sigh into his hands, Ilya can’t help but start smiling at the thought. “I think we both know how this is going to end.” Ilya states, watching David nod along. “Is Y/n coming?” He questions with a smile playing on his lips, unaware of you being just outside of his room hearing this entire conversation.

“If she was would you come?” David asks and Ilya nods instantly.

Pushing the door open, you walk over and climb on the bed, lying down beside Ilya. “Hey, Ilya.” You mutter to him with a smile as he pulls his duvet further up his body making you chuckle. “You comin’ out tonight or what?”

Ilya laughs before nodding to you. “Erm, yeah. I’m down.” He comments with a smile before you both look over at David who gives you a thumbs up.

“Good work, Y/n.” David high fives you as you climb off of Ilya, waving to him before you leave the bedroom. “Better get dressed, dude. Can’t disappoint.” David mutters to Ilya who immediately climbs out of bed and rushes to his wardrobe, wanting to make tonight count.

[isthisthingeven0n]

in my element : i.f

brief summary: ilya surprises you with tickets to panic! at the disco to cheer you up

word count: 961 requested: yes! by an anon a good month ago (i’m a bit late, but it’s cute I promise!) warnings: none that I’m aware of??

* I just wanna say my requests are closed for a while! I know you guys wanna send ideas in, but can you hold off for a week or so if that’s okay - just so I can catch up :) *

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it isn’t me. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

“Babe, you in?” Ilya calls out into your apartment as you sit upstairs, dancing around in your room as you do your makeup. 

You remain oblivious to your boyfriend presence as he wanders around, heading up the stairs to the sound of music vibrating through the floorboards. 

Poking his head through your bedroom door, his smile only grows as your back remains turned to him. He watches as you dance around the room in your underwear, singing out of tune to Panic! at the Disco once again. 

“I roam the city in a shopping cart, a pack of camels and a smoke alarm!” You continue to sing, your hair flying in your face as you bounce around using your foundation brush as a microphone. “This night is heating u-” Turning around you scream and throw the brush at Ilya, hitting him in the chest.

“Ow.” He mutters, taking the brush and placing it on your dresser as you stand slightly breathless. 

“Alexa! Pause.” You yell, causing silence to fall between the two of you as Ilya holds his laughter back whilst you cross your arms.

“You know,” Ilya speaks up, stepping closer toward you. “you should really be careful who you give your spare keys to.” He chuckles as he brings you into his arms, receiving an eye roll from you in response. 

“What’re you doing here anyway?” You ask as you remove yourself from his embrace, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you were going to be in LA for another few days.” 

Ilya sighs, pushing your hair out of your face as he smiles down at you. “I missed you,” He states sweetly, but you’re not buying it. “and I also have a surprise for you.” 

You groan under your breath and step back. “You know I hate surprises.” You tell him, crossing your arms once again which Ilya can’t help but think is adorable. 

“I think you’ll like this one, I promise.” He states with a smile rising across his face. 

“You said that last time,” You remind him, thinking back to the Skunk he brought into your apartment and forgot to tell you it hadn’t been disarmed like he thought. “and what happened then, babe?” You force back your laugh, picturing the moment Ilya picked the Skunk up and had it spray all over his chest as he screamed. 

“This one is better, that I can say for sure.” He tries to encourage you into this idea as you take a seat on your bed, Ilya quickly following as he reaches into his jacket pocket, revealing an envelope. 

Placing the envelope on your lap, Ilya watches with wide eyes as you hesitantly pick it up and look at it. “What’d you put in it, a shit ton of glitter?” You chuckle, watching as he shakes his head. 

“Just open it, I promise it’ll be worth it.” He encourages as you let out a small sigh, forcing it open and see two tickets inside.

Pulling them out, you blink a few times as you see who it’s for. “What the fuck?!” You mutter before rising to your feet, dropping the tickets in disbelief. “What the actual FUCK Ilya!” You squeal before running over and tackling him onto your bed, listening to his laughter rise as you remain on top of him. 

“I told you it was a good surprise!” He tells you as you sit upright on top of him, a look of pure shock on your face. “So, tomorrow night, front row.” He states and watches as you stop moving entirely. “Y/n? You in there?” His hands rest on your hips, shaking you slightly before you snap out of your trance.

“I’m going to meet Brendon Urie.” You state blankly, staring straight ahead at your wall. “Oh my god, I feel like I’m a teenager again.” You cover your face with your hands, laughing into them in a state of hysterics. 

“It’ll be great, babe.” Ilya tells you as you look back at him before leaning down, kissing him passionately and feel his hands rising up your back, tugging on the straps of your bra.

Pulling away, you look at him with a puzzled look on your face. “Wait,” You question, causing panic to spread through his body. “how’d you manage these tickets?” 

Ilya laughs under his breath. “I’ve got a friend with connections.” He shrugs his shoulder before pulling you back into him, both of you knowing the friend all too well.

*

Standing beside you, Ilya watches as you sing along with all your might. Your forehead is glistening, he can feel everyone around him dancing and pushing him in front of the bright lights but he knows you’re loving every single minute of this. 

You reach down, taking his hand in yours as you dance, jumping up and down with more energy than you’ve had in months. “This is fucking insane!” You yell to Ilya who only just makes out what you’re saying. 

Turning your gaze back to the stage, Brendon begins to move closer to the crowd and crouches down. His hand is outstretched and you reach out, managing to give him a high five whilst Ilya films.

As he walks away you wear a look of pure shock on your face and Ilya having recorded the entire thing is determined to never let you live it down. 

“You’re just amazing, you know that, right?” Your arm remains around his waist as you walk out of the arena, heading back to his car as you yawn feeling the adrenaline begin to wear off. 

“Anything to see your smile, Y/n.” He tells you, leaning down and kissing you softly as you climb into the car, drifting off to sleep with a smile on your face.

[isthisthingeven0n]

all love : i.f

brief summary: based on one of my favourite songs from an absolute babe, fletcher. 

word count: 1.7k requested: nope - i wrote this on my other blog and loved the outcome. thought that I haven’t written anything for ilya in a while and made it fit to him :) warnings: some angst 

* masterlistin’

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it isn’t me. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

Walking into the house, you knew he was going to be there. At these kinds of parties, it bordered impossible to avoid one another, but you felt like it was necessary at this point. You wanted him to see you being strong, that he might’ve broken your heart last month, but you were mending the broken pieces back together just fine.

You took a seat on the sofa beside Zane and Ilya, flashing them a small smile. Zane whistles, catching your attention from your eyes scoping out the floor. “Mmh?” You hum, turning to face the two men as Zane’s eyes are close to popping out of his head whilst Ilya remains quietly reserved.

“You look, well, amazing baby!” Zane cheers you on, knowing this is a confidence boost you need as he takes a sip of his drink, ignoring your silent sigh. 

“Oh, thanks.” You mutter in response, turning your attention back to the floor as you cross one leg over the other causing the slit in your dress to rise along with Ilya’s heart rate.

Ilya can’t help but silently follow your gaze. For the first time in weeks, you’ve made the effort to not only show your face but wear something completely unexpected and beautiful. He knew there was someone here to trigger this, it was just a matter of locating them amongst the crowd.

It took less than a minute to spot him, and he felt deflated realising what you’d be greeted with. He watched as you rose to your feet, quickly downing the last of your drink with a sharp inhale before heading over.

In your head, you thought this was going to be it. You would be able to show him exactly what he’s been missing out on. He broke your heart because you were too busy, he wasn’t ready for more. You were friends turned lovers, but now, you’re nothing.

“I don’t think this will end well,” Ilya tells Zane, leaning closer as his eyes refuse to leave yours as he watches you walk away from them both. 

Zane shakes his head as Heath takes a seat beside him, bringing him into a new conversation with Mariah. Ilya happily zones out from their laughter, fixating on the swaying of your hips as you approach him.

He, Oliver,  was always charming, at least to the passing eye. Ilya could see the delight in Oliver’s eyes as he watched women fall at his feet. He saw the way he licked his lips as lust filled his eyes as they wandered over the curves of her figure.

You politely smiled, noticing his arm around a blonde’s waist. “Hey,” You speak up, your smile beginning to falter as you watch her move closer into his embrace, a look of disgust crossing her eyes as she looks you up and down.

Swallowing back the venom, you continue to smile as Oliver gives you a half hug. It was like a stranger giving you a kiss on the cheek, it was meaningless. It burned you inside, feeling his touch so half-hearted after everything you went through.

“Hey, erm, Tals, this is Y/n,” He introduces you to the girl on his arm. Clearing his throat, he lifts an arm up, motioning to you as you raise an eyebrow to him, waiting for him to finish his sentence. “she’s an old friend.”

You weren’t sure why the single word stung as much as it did. But hearing him refer you to as a mere friend after a year of being honest, of pouring your soul out on a plate before him as he ate that shit up. You were degraded to one of them, the guys he might collab with or hang out with at social events like this. Not the person he held close in the dead of night.

A curt nod follows from you as you turn around, leaving them both to it. “Who was she?” You hear the girl on his arm mutter quickly to him.

Your ears burn as you hear him scoff lightly to her. “She’s nobody.”

Ilya watches you closely as you pass him and the others by without saying anything or sparing a glance. You take a seat at the edge of the bar that Natalie helped set up, keeping a close eye on your drinks as they’re frequently refilled. If the pain reoccurs that he caused, drown it out, numb it all. Which is exactly what you do as you sit silently, nursing drink after drink as you feel the edges of your vision fading.

*

Every now and then, Ilya checks up on you from afar. He watches as you see your ex with his lips on her neck. His hazel eyes lock with yours as she tilts her head to the side, remaining oblivious to his intentions. He knows he’s causing a reaction from you, watching as tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

After over an hour of tormenting you, Ilya can’t watch you hurt yourself like this any longer. He begins to head toward you, only to watch you uneasily rise to your feet and stumble toward him.

Catching you in his arms, you giggle softly. “Ilya, I don’t feel so good.” You tell him as tears begin to fall down your cheeks. The smile you wore moments ago fades away as he focuses on how much you need his help.

Nodding, Ilya silently helps you out of the party and toward the spare bedroom. Once the music is nothing but a faint noise, you finally let yourself crack.

Sobs erupt from your body as you slip away from Ilya, allowing yourself to fall to the ground and cry into your hands. It hurt, everything felt like it was on fire as you replayed it in your head. He came to mess with you, to hurt you all over again. How could you have loved him? How can you still love him?

Ilya looks around, seeing the corridor remaining empty as he slowly kneels down in front of you. “Hey, come on,” He speaks softly, abnormally so for himself as he rests his hand on your knee.

The small touch causes you to flinch and he pulls it away immediately, panic spreading through his face as you look up and provide him with a weak smile. “Sorry, I, I didn’t expect that.” You sniff as you slowly stand up, heavily relying on the wall for balance as Ilya holds his arm out as a precaution.

“You okay?” He quietly questions, knowing you would merely nod to avoid opening up. However, much to his surprise you look over and shake your head.

You look up at his brown eyes, seeing a similar look echoing yours in his gaze.  “You saw it all, didn’t you?” You ask him, watching as his eyes focus on the ground before he forces a nod. “I, I don’t know what to do Ilya.” You sigh softly, trying to stop the sob rising back into your voice.

Ilya walks alongside you, helping you as he tries to push the bedroom door open, only to hear you stumble beside him.

“I can’t say what I want to, as I know it won’t help, Y/n.” Ilya chuckles for a second, trying to ease your pain.

He glances over, seeing a glimpse of a smile cross your lips. “It breaks my heart seeing him still able to play me like this.” You speak from the depths of your brain, the thought that hangs over you in the middle of the night when you’re desperate for his embrace.

You hover by the bedroom door, your body pressed against it. Tears remain in your eyes as he looks down, noticing your lips quivering. This time, Ilya brings you into his arms rather than standing still. He wraps his arms tightly around your frame as he nudges the door open and both of you shuffle inside. Glancing down at you, he knows you’re in no state to go home and the chances of you managing to get home are minimal. This is the safest choice for you, to be in the spare room with one of your closest friends. 

Your arms remain around his as you feel his hand sliding up and down your back as he hushes you gently. “I, I don’t know what to do Ilya.” You look up to him, rubbing your dry lips together.

Ilya sighs to himself, lifting one hand up to wipe away the tears that refuse to stop streaming down your face. “That’s the painful thing about love, Y/n.” Ilya whispers as you slip from his embrace and collapse down on the bed, the haziness still evidently in your system as your hair covers your face.

“Have you ever been in love, Ilya?” You tilt your head up, seeing him stood upside down before you.

A smile ghosts his lips as he moves to sit down beside you, slowly shuffling to lie down alongside you on the edge of the bed. “Yeah, I guess I have.” He tells you, watching as you shift to face him.

He knows that Dima would be kicking him right now, that after all this time he’s wasted a clear opportunity, to be honest. But he’s too sweet to do this, so he brushes your hair aside out of your eyes. 

Both of you lie on your sides, bodies close together as you smile up at those brown eyes. “Did she break your heart?” You can’t help but question, watching his hand rise closer to your face as he brushes your hair out of your face.

His eyes glance to your lips, seeing that red lipstick slightly smudged from the various liquors intaken. “That’s a story for another day, Y/n.” He whispers to you as he lifts a blanket up, allowing it to cover you both as you move closer, turning around as Ilya wraps his arms around you.

“Thank you, Ils.” You tell him with all your heart, those few pieces that weren’t ruined.

Ilya knows you can’t see his face, but hopes you know he’s smiling and hopes that after all this, you don’t break his heart.

[isthisthingeven0n]

lions mane : i.f

brief summary: ilya wakes up with what can be described as a mane for hair, and you can’t help but find it hilarious

word count: 561 requested: yes, by @tearsforhan who knows me all too well and knew I loved this cute ass guy and moment warnings: none that I’m aware of

* masterlistin’

(and massive thanks to han for getting this gif made up)

“I, I don’t know what happened,” You slowly open your eyes, hearing Ilya talking on his side of the bed whilst you have your back turned.

A small groan escapes your lips as you check the time, seeing it’s still too early to consider waking up. “Ilya, why are you awake?” You ask groggily as you turn, seeing the duvet covering him. “Babe?” You question, shuffling closer as you see his phone in front of his face.

As you get a closer look, you see him recording himself on his phone. “like what did I do in my sleep to get this?” He continues and cuts off as he hears the sound of your laughter increasing from behind him.

“What the fuck happened to your hair babe?” You ask through a heavy amount of laughter as you roll back on your side of the bed, clutching your stomach.

Ilya continues to record, struggling to hide his smile at the sound of your sweet delirious laughter. “Clearly someone knows more than me.” He jokes, giving an obvious wink to the camera before the sound of a thud cuts him off.

Turning around quickly, Ilya sees you lying on the floor surrounded by your duvet. You’re still in a state of hysterics, and it seems the jet lag has finally caught up with you from your travels to Australia.

“Having fun down there?” Ilya questions, his hair flopping down over his face as other parts remain standing on end.

You slowly sit upright, taking a few deep breaths to gain some oxygen back into your lungs as you reach up, fluffing it up. “How have you ended up with a lions mane for hair in the space of ten hours?”

Ilya begins to smirk to you, watching as you roll your eyes in response. “Oh come on, that had something to do with it.” He jokes as he reaches down, helping you back up onto the bed.

Curling up closer you smile to him sleepily. “Maybe.” You mutter as you run your fingers through the mane as it refuses to be flattened by any means. “But I refuse to confirm or deny.” You tease, watching his eyes wander down to your lips before you move away, shuffling back to your pillow. “Maybe later babe, I’m too tired.” You mumble to him as you close your eyes, unaware of his sweet smile seeing you so calm and in such a blissful state.

“Sleep well, Y/n.” He mutters, leaning forward and kissing your forehead softly before climbing out of bed, taking a look at the long series of messages from confused fans about the noise in the background.

Smiling to himself, Ilya glances back to see you completely passed out. A rare but adorable state too sweet not to capture for his stories.

“For those wondering what that noise was,” he explains as he turns the camera around to you in his bed, curled up into the pillow. “Y/n’s sleep schedule is so messed up she found my hair the funniest thing to ever be seen.” He flips it back round, mockingly scoffing before a smile reappears as he looks off back to you flipping him off. “She’s lucky she’s cute.”

“Fuck you, Ilya.” You call out to him as your head remains buried into the pillow.

“Oh good, so we’re still on later then?”

[isthisthingeven0n]

this isn’t you : i.f

you aren’t you 

this is my part two of ‘you aren’t you’ the title for the second part is different because I feel like it fits a lot better for this piece. also, this is a split ending, something I’ve never done. there will be two endings and you can pick which one you want to read. I’ll mark which end is which for you and you can then decide if you want to read a happy ending or a really fucking tragic one. 

thank you for those who requested a second part, it’s taken me a while to actually get around to writing this!

* masterlist * 

I’ve become my own worst enemy, I’ve become something I didn’t want to be- like him. 

Sitting still on the floor I play with the almost empty bottle of whiskey, knowing most of it is swirling around in my thoughts, twisting them as I smile helplessly at my own reflection. 

I don’t know if he’s still here or if he left to go back. I’m unsure if I care at this point, but I know I cared enough this morning to reach for the untouched bottle, leading to my current state. 

Tilting my head I can see where I’ve been crying, the marks on my face where it is raw from me rubbing my sleeve forcefully back forth. I can’t remember the last time I cried so violently. I know I called someone last night, but I don’t know where my phone is, I’m too tired to even care to check. 

All I can think about is this is why he must do it. He must drink the way he does as my thoughts are hazy, nothing seems to matter too much. It should matter that I’m probably killing my liver by drinking this much in a short space of time, or that I haven’t found my phone yet. But I smile to myself as I watch the tears continue to fall, stinging the raw skin all over again. 

It’s an endless cycle until I take another swig, dulling the pain back down until I’m too drunk to move and I merely pass out amongst more empty bottles with differing labels and warnings. 

This has been my life for the past several days, and I’m not sure if I’ll snap out of it just yet. Or if I actually want to return to the painful reality or stay living in a dulled down blurred world I’m creating in my own flat where nothing can invade my bubble or pop it just yet. 

*

Opening my eyes I wince at the bright light filtering through my broken blinds, something that must’ve happened whilst I lost control. 

Slowly I force myself to sit upright, but immediately my entire body feels like a wave and I run to the bathroom, only just making it in time as I throw up into the toilet. “Fuck.” I cry into the toilet as I curl up beside it for what feels like hours, afraid to go back out and see what mess I’ve caused next. 

As I depart from the bathroom after bleaching it all I walk hesitantly past the bottles that line the floor and the sound of ringing intensifies in my ears. I place my hands over them to calm it down, but it is still happening. 

Turning around I see something flashing under the sofa and I bend down, pulling it out seeing David is calling me. 

“David?” I whimper as I collapse down on the sofa, keeping my eyes shut.

“Oh my god, Y/n.” He states bluntly, sighing loudly. “Do you have any idea how worried we’ve all been. You haven’t answered your phone or your door in days.” 

I pull the phone away from my ear, seeing the date and the time. “I’ve been out of it for three weeks?” I question and I start crying all over again. “David, I, I need help.” I quietly admit down the line, unable to hold myself together. “I don’t know what I’m doing I just, I’m becoming his worst self.” 

“Oh, Y/n.” His voice softens as I hear some other voices in the background. “Is it alright if I come over?” 

“Please.” I plead as I lie down on the sofa. “Somethings not right.” I mutter as my eyes feel heavier and I feel myself slipping out of consciousness. “Dav-” Unable to finish my words I drop my phone, not even hearing it hit the floor. 

*

A faint sound of beeping hits my senses first, followed by the overpowering stench of antiseptic chemicals. 

“She’s coming to.” A voice announces and immediately I feel a pair of soft hands on my arm, rubbing up and down as I slowly open my eyes, blinking repeatedly as all I see is dull greys and whites. 

“Hey,” As my vision focuses I see his brown eyes staring down at me as he smiles softly. “David told me you were in the hospital.” He speaks softly as I look around realising where I actually am. 

There are some tubes in my arm, my heart rate is being monitored and there is a cannula in my nose. I glance up, slowly focusing once again on him as I see the pain evident in his expression. 

I open my mouth to speak, but my throat is entirely dry. “I,” Shifting I wince loudly and he places his hand on my shoulder. 

“Yeah, you might wanna take it easy. The Nurse said your stitches are still pretty fresh.” He states and my eyes widen at the source of the pain. 

Hesitantly I reach down and pull on my gown as I see a large stitch across my ribs down to my pelvis. Lifting my eyes back up I sigh loudly. “H, How?” I manage to question and he sits back down, running his fingers through his hair before slipping that baseball cap back on. 

“When David found you he said you looked dead. He, he was worried what you had done and you had alcohol poisoning.” As Ilya explains I almost zone out, this being something I’d always heard about but never envisioned being the person in those stories. His hand reaches over to mine, taking my frail grip into his, squeezing it lightly. “And they pumped your stomach, but something wasn’t right. You had burst your appendix, a completely unrelated situation but it was a close call.” 

“I’m sorry.” I force the words that have been on my lips for weeks, words I’ve been crying in my sleep over. “I’m so sorry, Ilya.” 

“Hey,” He stands up, leaning over the bed as he wipes my tears. “it’s okay, you’re going to be okay.” 

Half smiling he leans down, kissing my forehead softly. “I, I, there’s so much I wanna say.” I swallow the lump in my throat as I flicker at his eyes, seeing the tears rising in them as he lowers himself back to his chair, his hand still holding mine. 

“Me too, Y/n.” He clears his throat before glancing over his shoulder, pulling the curtain a little bit further for us to have as much privacy as we potentially could in a Hospital. 

* Angst/Sad Ending * (if you don’t want to read this, skip down until you see * Fluff/Happy Ending *)

“Okay,” I nod as I smile softly at him, but he takes his hand away, placing it on his lap. “when David called me he was so worried. He was panicking and I was just at home, realising how stupid I had been behaving.” He explains and I remain quiet, unsure where this is going to go. 

“It’s okay, Ilya. We all make mistakes.” I say softly but he shakes his head, cutting me off before I can say anything else.

“But I’m not ready to stop making those mistakes, Y/n.” The words tear through me as I feel myself sinking further into the bed. “Seeing you in Hospital because of me? I, I can’t go on knowing I caused this.” I shake my head as I force myself to sit upright, ignoring the screaming pain that shoots through me. 

“Don’t do this, Ilya, please.” I begin to cry and he shakes his head. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. But we just can’t.” He rises to his feet as he wipes his eyes before letting out a heavy sigh. “I just think we need some time, I’m not ready to stop making mistakes, and I can’t be responsible for yours either.” 

“Ilya, please.” Words struggle to form as he turns around, heading out of the curtain. 

“Goodbye, Y/n.” The words hang heavy as the curtain closes, leaving me sat isolated as I cover my mouth, sobbing quietly until I have nothing else to give. 

Sitting still my throat is entirely raw, Nurses come and go to check on me every few hours, but I barely talk. Instead, my eyes focus on the spot he was sat in, and now he’s gone. Where he has vanished to I don’t know, but I guess it’s not my business to know anymore. 

“Hey, Ms Y/L/N?” Lifting my head up a Nurse politely smiles as she holds a bag in front of me. “You're ready to be discharged. I’ve got your belongings here and is there anyone we can call for you?” 

Rubbing my lips together I take my belongings, picking up my phone and finding the first number I know will answer. “Can you call this number?” 

The Nurse takes my phone, walking off as I rise to my feet. I wince as I walk towards the bathrooms with my crutch and change slowly, avoiding the sight of the large scar on my side. 

“He’s on his way, sweetheart.” The Nurse informs me as I walk out of the bathroom and head to the entrance to sign the last of the paperwork. 

As I stand there I turn around, and there he is. “David,” I mumble as I walk over, wrapping my arms tightly around him. “thank you.” I hold back my cry as he rubs my back softly. 

Pulling away he brushes my hair out of my face and picks up my bag. “Let’s get you home, yeah?” He asks gently and I nod before we walk out of the entrance towards his car. 

During the drive, we remain quiet, but as we enter my street I sigh. “I don’t know if I’m ready to see what damage I caused.” I tell him as the corners of his mouth rise. “Trust me, it isn’t pretty. I mean, you’ve seen more than I have.” 

His smile falls as I can see a flicker of fear entering his expression. “We’ve all been there, Y/n.” He admits. “In one form or another, it’s happened and as friends, we help pick up the pieces.” 

Smiling softly I thank him as we arrive outside my building. “Here goes nothing I guess.” I mutter as the doors open and I rise out, David quickly helping me to my feet as we slowly walk towards the entrance and towards the lift. 

“I can’t condone what he’s done, you know.” David speaks up and I turn my head, seeing him clenching his jaw tightly. “But we aren’t going to abandon you, Y/n. Not by any means.” 

The lift doors open and David walks first to my apartment, unlocking the door. “Guess this is it.” I sigh heavily as I push the door open, ready to see the worst of it. 

However, there is nothing. 

The floor is clear, the rooms smell fresh and there is plenty of light coming through the blinds. As I turn around David smiles sheepishly. “You did this?” I question and he shakes his head.

“We all helped.” He explains and I shake my head in disbelief before hugging him softly. 

We remain still for a few minutes, with me in his arms. 

At first, I’m smiling in appreciation, but it quickly dies down as I realise this is it now. The bottles are gone, I’m no longer in a state of denial. This is what it’ll be like now without him. 

“David?” I ask softly as I pull away. “Could you stay for a while? I, I don’t want to be alone just yet.” 

He nods, “Of course.” 

As a smile rises on his face I find myself bursting into tears. “Why couldn’t he have stayed?” I whisper through my silent sobs before falling to the ground. “Is it that bad?” I look up at David who kneels in front of me. 

“I can’t explain his reasons, Y/n.” He mumbles as he pulls me into his arms as I lay into him, sobbing as I glance up, focusing on a wine bottle with a single rose in it. That was the last rose he got me in an empty rose bottle. I smile at the sight before it all fades away as I see a petal fall. “But I know it’ll get easier, I promise.” 

* Fluff/Happy Ending * 

“I got here as soon as I possibly could.” He admits, squeezing my hand a little bit tighter. “And when I got here you, you didn’t look like you and it broke my heart.” 

“Ilya,” I trail off as my words scratch at my throat, but he shakes his head.

“It’s okay, baby. I, I need to say this.” He releases a small sigh before glancing behind his shoulder, checking to see if anyone was near. “David told me about the state of your apartment and it made me realise that this is all my fucking fault. I, I shouldn’t have been so stupid, I shouldn’t have left that night and if I didn’t maybe none of this would’ve happened.” 

“Shit happens.” I state bluntly and he laughs quietly as his eyes meet mine as tears rim his. “Oh, Ilya.” I mutter as he blinks rapidly, but the tears still fall.

“If I had lost you, I’d never be able to forgive myself.” He states, shaking his head as he roams over the various tubes and wires surrounding me. 

“But I’m going to be okay. It’s okay, I shouldn’t have lost control the way I did.” Lowering my head I mentally curse myself for being so dumb, “I was reckless and didn’t care about the damage I was causing to myself.” 

“But what if you weren’t, Y/n?” He asks and I open my mouth to respond, but no words form. “Exactly.” He stands up before pacing lightly as he fiddles with his fingers. “I, I’ve been sober since that night. Well, trying to at least for my own sake and, and to help our relationship.” 

Tears rise in my eyes as he pauses and walks closer, placing his hand on my cheek, wiping away the tears as they fall. “You’re going sober?” I question and he nods. 

“If going sober keeps me and you together I’ll do anything in my power to. I can’t lose you, Y/n.” He leans down, kissing me softly as I wince into the kiss, feeling the pain shooting from my side. “Shit, did that hurt?” He mumbles and I shake my head.

“Worth the pain.” I respond as I smile into his lips. “Will you stay a little longer?” I ask as I scoot over, making room for him beside me. 

He licks his lips before sighing. “I don’t know if I’ll fit with you but worth a try.” 

Slowly he lifts himself onto the bed until I’m able to be in his arms at least. Closing my eyes I breathe in the smell of his aftershave as he brushes his fingers through my hair. “Don’t let go.” I whisper as I close my eyes and he turns his head, kissing my forehead lightly.

“I won’t dream of it.”