#Ilya fedorovich

[tw1nklet03s]

heyyy. long time no see!!

ik ik, ive been M.I.A for over a month. but! that’s just case ive been going through stuff and i’m kinda stuck on what to write.

so saying that! my requests are open. so feel free to comment or message me something you would like me to write!!

people i will accept requests for:

- rafe cameron

- colby brock

- rowan laslow

- drew starkey

- jj maybank

- grayson dolan

- david dobrik

- ilya fedorovich

- jeff wittek

- chris sturniolo

categories i will accept

- smut

- fluff

- angst

- or you could combine two!

- or all three!!!!

- dad imagines

things i won’t write about

- cheating

- abusive boyfriend

- r@pe

- sa

ok that’s all. love yous and take care of yourselves x

[wehatepaparazzi]

[espinosaurusrexex]

Not Nice

In which Jeff and y/n have a heart to heart conversation about their relationship.

warnings: angst; just really sad, because that's what I do... BUT don’t worry, ya girl put some serious fluff in there, too!

a/n: Hello! God, it’s been a long time... How is everyone doing? I just felt like putting something out there again after not being able to write for so long. I don't know why; and I should actually be working on some term papers, but I found myself writing this so fast. I wrote this, because I felt like it, so it is not request related. I hope there are still some people whose feed this will end up on. I would love some feedback and as always: please enjoy! I hope you didn't forget about me :)

word count: 2.7k

It was a cool California night. Still not cold for February, but enough to send a shiver through your body when stepping outside. Y/n would normally not even consider going out right now, but the situation had called for it. David had called her minutes before, screaming at her through the phone to get her butt over to his house for a big problem that left him sleepless. She had fallen asleep on her desk trying to complete one of the assignments that were due by the end of the semester and basically fell off her chair when her phone rang annoyingly loud in her right ear. To say that she would rather be in her warm bed instead of her cold leather car seat was an understatement. But she knew that not helping David would leave her sleepless for days and seeing that it had already been 4 in the morning, she grabbed her keys and left. She was so tired that the lines on the road kept blurring in different directions. Just a couple more minutes, she thought to keep her focus on the road, but the exhaustion was unbearable at this point. A loud horn drew her back to reality when she accidentally served in the other lane. Shaking and flustered, she pulled over and rubbed her face with her hands aggressively. Pull yourself together Y/n. David needs your help. She looked up again, but the headlights of the few other cars made her eyes hurt, giving her an instant headache. That’s it. She was selfless, but not irresponsible. After searching for her phone in the passenger seat, she dialed Jeff’s number. Why she called him, she didn’t know. It was like an automatic movement to type in his number. The shrill beeping of the phone echoed through her head until Jeff’s sleepy voice broke it. “Are you Ok?“ He sounded confused and his voice reminded her of the time he had a terrible cold. Shit. “Oh my God. I’m sorry I didn’t think about the time. I-,“ but Jeff interrupted his friend with a chuckle. “It’s Ok. I was about to get up anyway.“ There was silence, and Y/n could hear him shuffling out of his bedsheets. “David called me and said he wanted me to help him with something.“ Y/n could almost hear the eye roll on the other line, and if she weren’t so tired, she would have probably laughed at it. “I’m guessing he called you, too?“ It sounded more like a question, but Jeff knew that he was right. “Yeah that’s actually why I called…“ She rested her head on the seat. “I’m on Linkin’ Road and I am too tired to drive… I was wondering… I- Could you maybe pick me up?“ She closed her eyes to focus on her friend’s voice. Jeff was grinning, she could hear it when he agreed to pick her up. Y/n’s heart beat faster at this. It was so insignificant and yet so attractive to her.

A couple minutes passed until Jeff’s car pulled up next to hers, sending vibrations through the floor and back to Y/n’s. She looked up and spotted a grinning man on the driver’s side rolling down the window to throw a holler at her. “Need a ride, beautiful?“ Y/n smiled, trying to hide the butterflies in her stomach. She got into his car taking in his woody scent and buckled up. Jeff threw a blanket over her legs and drove towards David’s house. The Drive was about 20 minutes and spend with Jeff humming to the calm tunes of the radio that sent Y/n straight to sleep. When they finally arrived, he tapped her shoulder lightly. “Y/n wake up. We’re here.“ 

They both walked into the house and went straight for the living room, where David was probably seated. It was so bright that Y/n had to rub her eyes. As soon as the brunette noticed his friends, he jumped up excitedly. “Now that everyone is finally here…“ It was just now that Y/n noticed that her whole friend group was scattered in the living room, snuggled up with fuzzy blankets or their significant other. Everyone was looking up to David, who was now standing on top of his couch table waving his remote control in the air. “It came to my attention that our dear friend Jeff has a problem.“ His grin grew wider with every word and if Y/n weren’t so exhausted, she would have probably noticed the mischief in David’s eyes. Jeff was looking around the room, trying to figure out if anybody could give him a hint on what was about to happen, and in his mind, a series of problematic things, he had recently done, were playing like a record. „What do you mean?“ He laughed nervously and scooted closer to Y/n. It always calmed him down to feel her next to him. David proceeded to pull his audience’s attention to the TV behind him. A blurry picture showed on the screen, displaying a woman in a tight blue dress and Jeff dancing in a rather inappropriate way. “Jeff, I think someone might have leaked something to the paparazzi.“ Before Y/n could process what was happening, the room filled with laughter. Y/n stood there as if she had turned to stone, too tired to show any form of emotion. She struggled to pull the corners of her mouth into a smile but she felt like throwing up then and there. Why did he not tell me about this? Why is this making me so sad? It was when Jeff’s hand had touched hers, that she was pulled back to reality. A wave of emotions came crushing over her, making her eyes water and her already pounding headache intensify. She was mad for so many reasons. Mad about David for pulling her away from a much-needed sleep by using her good conscience and selflessness to get her to his house for an immature prank that broke her heart. She was mad that she had not realized sooner how much of an impact Jeff actually had on her. And most of all, she was mad about the fact that something so stupid could even make her mad. It was all too much, and Y/n could not hold it any longer. Her thoughts had been weighing her down for too long now, making her feel like collapsing under their pressure. “Y/n are you okay?“ David managed to yell across the room. “What do you think of Jeff’s new girlfriend?“ Those words hit her like a truck. Girlfriend. The word made her shiver. Jeff did not have a girlfriend for the entire time they had known each other and Y/n never had to deal with the possible bother she would get from it. “I think they look great together!“ Someone said and this made Y/n burst. “You wanna know what I think about it?“ Everyone cheered, waiting for Y/n to drop a punch line. “I think that you’re an asshole, David. This is such bullshit!“ Low laughter were heard until David spoke again: “Don’t be such a drag, Y/n/n.“ Y/n tensed up again and Jeff tried to nudge her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down, but she shrugged him off harshly. “You don’t know what it is like to have responsibilities. I am late on two assignments and the average amount of sleep I get each night is about 2 hours. And you know what I ditched those two hours for today? Your fucking stupid prank. You think you can order everyone at any time just to end up on a 4:20 min vlog. You live in some fucked up carefree parallel universe. But guess what! Not everyone has this reality. Grow up, David! I can’t do this anymore. Being your friend is beyond exhausting and you don’t even care. God! You are the worst person I know!“ The room fell silent until a quiet “That was so uncalled for…“ could be heard. Y/n searched the crowd for the source of that statement in vain. “I’m just saying what every-“ But Jeff interrupted her, “Y/n! That’s enough!“ She shot him a dark glimpse and left the house with a shaking head. 

Y/n trembled from head to toe when she burst through the door of David’s house and the brisk air hit her skin. She just started to walk with no direction in mind. Her view was blurry from the tears pooling up in her eyes, but she did not care. The exhaustion in her bones was making her body hurt. Y/n did not stop, though. She just walked in hopes of the pain in both her heart and body was going to fade after some time. It felt like hours until she finally stopped. Her feet had lead her to a familiar spot. A small clearing with a beautiful view over the city. She sat down and allowed herself to breathe for the first time in hours. What have I done?

It was still dark when Jeff's Car pulled up on the clearing. He sat in the driver’s seat for a while watching Y/n’s back shake and his heart felt squeezed. He always knew that he had a soft spot for her, but this felt different. Almost too much to process. He took a deep breath and walked up to Y/n, resting his hand on her shoulder once again. She looked up and smiled at him with this glimmering spark of sunshine in her eyes, but this time it wasn’t real. Not genuine enough for her. “I don’t get it. You seem like the happiest person in the world.“ Jeff sat down shaking his head while studying the floor beneath his feet. Y/n looked up. Anger flickered in her eyes as she realized what had slipped out of her friend’s mouth. “You wanna know why I’m always positive? You want to know why I’m always so ‚nice‘?“ Tears streamed down her face while she tried to hide the way her features cramped up in pain from the thoughts that flooded her brain like a tsunami. Y/n held her breath for a few seconds trying to collect herself before talking again. The attempt to cover up the ugly sobs that were about to slip her lips made her head feel like bursting. “I’m nice because I’m scared that if I speak my mind, people won’t like me anymore. I am positive because a lot of times I feel like that is the only thing that people could like about me.“ The words hit Jeff right in the heart. He caught her eyes for a second and shivered. He could see her breaking. Breaking to the point where it wouldn’t be a quick fix anymore that could be handled by a hug or kind words. No, the girl he saw in front of him, the very same girl that was sitting there, knees tucked to her chest, face hidden between it and her shoulders, was crumbling into a million pieces. Her body quivered as she attempted to hold her knees even tighter, trying everything to not fall apart any further. Jeff’s eyes started to water. It was a feeling he had never felt before. As if his heart was pulling on thin strains that were able to flood his entire brain with emotions yet so fragile. He hated seeing her like that. He hated everything about this situation. But the worst thing was that he didn’t know how to fix things. He wanted her to be happy, to be careless, and not let people’s opinions or some stupid assignment get the better of her, but he didn’t know how. It’s started to annoy him to the point where even the sky above him with the beautiful stars made him furious. “I had no idea…“ he trailed off after a while. Every word leaving his lips felt like one too much, but at the same time, he felt like he was not even able to say enough to fix things for her. “I’m so sorry.“ He just sat there shaking his head while moving some soil with his right hand. Y/n stayed quiet. She didn’t know what to say either. She felt bad for laying all her issues on him like that, but it felt so good. Iike a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Before she could even think about a response, Jeff interrupted her again. “You should feel able to tell me stuff like this, Y/n/n.“ They locked eyes and Y/n could see the pain in his. “No, I know… It's just that-“ “That what?“ Jeff was desperately hoping for anything that could help him help her. “I don't want to be a bother… especially not for you.“ She hid her face between her knees again, fighting the tears that were threatening to spill. “Oh, Y/n… You could never.“ He grabbed her hands and basically forced her to look back at him again. Y/n could feel the wet soil squeezed between their fingers, making her hand tingle a little. “Never in a million years do or say anything that would make me think anything less of you than an amazing person.“ A genuine smile formed on Jeff’s lips. He could see her relaxing with his touch. Just like he did with hers. “That means a lot, Jeff.“ The way she said his name sent shivers down his spine. His smile grew even wider and Y/n took the tiny bit of confidence in her to speak again. “Especially coming from you… I-“ Secretly hoping he would interrupt her like he always did, Y/n looked up through her lashes. “I know. Me too…“ Jeff smiled. There was this twinkle in his eyes. Just a faint glimmer for every other person, but for Y/n it meant the world. Like a whole new galaxy had been opened just for her. There was something so obvious and unspoken between them now and Y/n loved that they both knew what it was. With no intention to address it, Jeff leaned in closer to her. He watched her face with intent, making sure that she was feeling better from her previous breakdown before he planned on doing anything else. But all she did was smile and hint a small nod his way. That was enough for him. He longed for her lips. His hand wandered back to her shoulder, squeezing it slightly as he bumped his nose against hers. Y/n moved her fingers towards Jeff’s face, touching the scruff on his jaw lightly. They could feel the electricity dancing in the centimeters that separated them. With a final look into her eyes, Jeff pressed his lips against hers, enjoying the warmth for a moment. They started to move in synch, devouring each other. There was nothing else at this moment. Nothing, except for the salty taste of tears and the overwhelming warmth of a loved one. Jeff’s chest felt like bursting from joy. He loved the feeling this moment was giving him. It felt like finally breathing after holding a breath for a month. Their kiss felt like a Valve that had finally been opened for Y/n. It was letting all the hurt and worry out of her system and made the moment even more enjoyable. 

Once they separated from one another, there was nothing but positivity lingering in the air around them. They looked into each other’s eyes until Y/n was ripped from the moment by a yawn that had been sitting in her throat for hours. She rested her head on Jeff’s shoulder and slowly drifted off to sleep. Jeff was stroking her head calmly. There were no more words needed anymore. This moment was perfect.

Jeff looked ahead and noticed the sun rising on the horizon, dipping the world into beautiful red and yellow tones. He took a deep breath, leaning back carefully and enjoying the considerably most wholesome moment to ever exist. 

Hey hey, it’s me again. I know it’s not the best and I know it’s kinda short, but I just wanted to get something out there again. It felt good to write, but unfortunately I don’t have a lot of time lately. I hope you enjoyed this little piece anyways. I would love to hear some feedback on it. Thank you so much for reading this far!

[sireswhore]

Personal Space

Ilya Fedorovich X Y/n

Vlog inspired? Yes; #502 THIS STARTED A FIRE IN HIS HOUSE!! (SURPRISE)

Summary: Ilya comes to town bringing his shenanigans with him. He and David decide to handcuff y/n and Ilya together for the day as a prank, resulting in an amazing collaboration due to the sexual tension from the day’s activities...

Warnings; smut, language

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“Fuck, y/n ughhhh,” Ilya said running fingers through his hair stressfully on the couch sitting upside down.

“She’s so fucking pretty, I become Jell-O around her,” he complained to David.

“She’s like Medusa, except that when I look at her the only thing that gets hard as stone is my dick.”

Natalie walked by a heard that last part, “Ewwww Ilyaaa,” she rolled her eyes while David choked on his food, dying of laughter. Ilya didn’t make any sense, and the fact that he was so serious had David gasping for air.

“Bro,” David finally said after he calmed down, “just make a move, don’t be a pussy. And which one is it? Are you hard or are you Jell-O?” he laughs again.

And Ilya pounced on David and put him into a chokehold until he tapped out.

-

That day, you and Natalie had plans to go run some errands for David and then have lunch at a nice spot.

“Oh you have no idea how bad I wanted to leave the house, I needed to get away from all the boy energy. Don’t get me wrong I love Ilya but he and Dave can be a pain in the ass sometimes,” she laughs while her eyes are focused on the road.

“Oh yeah, I forgot Ilya was visiting,” you fiddle with the material on your seatbelt.

“Yeah, it’s only for about a week, probably more if Dave gets him to stay with a game of ‘heads or tails’ or something.”

You chuckled and the car went silent for an awkward amount of time.

“So about Ilya... I think he’s cute..” you bit your lip waiting for Natalie’s reaction.

Her jaw dropped in shock but also in excitement. She repeatedly hit the steering wheel shouting ‘OH MY GOD!’ as if she was trying to wake it from a coma, accidentally honking the car horn.

“Why are you so excited? It’s not like he’ll ever go for me anyway,” you brushed off.

Natalie had completely forgotten that you don’t know she overheard him say the exact opposite of what you think. She tries to play it off, except her smile kinda gave it away.

“I mean, you never know babe. I think you guys would hit it off, just try to talk to him, get to know him...” Natalie suggests.

“I want to try,” you sigh, “I don’t think it’ll work,” you fiddled with your thumbs.

“I have faith in you bitch,” she smiled and you scoffed.

And that was enough for Nat to begin playing matchmaker...

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After today, Natalie dropped you off at your place and headed down back home, she was definitely sitting on a bad boy piece of information.

She pulled into the driveway and entered the house with a bunch of things excitedly.

“Dave you’ll never guess-” she began but quickly shifted her sentence because she saw that Ilya was next to him.

“-what I have!” she saved herself, motioning to the items in her possession.

David looked in her direction and his eyes lit up. “ahh yessss! Finally! Thank you Nat,” he smiled.

“Yeah and also I got some news, can we speak privately? It’ll be two seconds...” she silently hoped he wouldn't make her say it in front of Ilya.

“Sure,” he nodded, heading into the podcast room.

Once the door shut, she spilled the beans faster than you can say ‘happy birthday.’

Natalie didn't waste a second, “So y/n has a small crush on Ilya, and she said she kinda wishes she could find a way to get to know him better but she also thinks she has no chance...” she said all in one breath.

David raised his brows in shock, “Oh my god and Ilya was just saying kinda the same thing, he won't shut up about her,” he realizes, and Nat excitedly clapped her hands together.

“Ooo I wanna set them up, it’ll be so cute!” she squealed.

“And it could be perfect for the vlo- oh my god, Ilya told me he bought real handcuffs,” David lightly giggled at his impulsive idea.

“No, no David. Fuck I shouldn’t have said anything...” she palms her forehead, regretting everything she had just done.

“Too late bitch,” he cackles, “they want to be together? Let's handcuff them for a day challenge, they'll know each other better then,” he smirked.

Natalie huffed at the six-year-old boy in him, “Good luck convincing Ilya,” she shrugged.

“gOoD lUcK cOnViNciNg iLyA,” he mocked, giving Natalie the finger before rushing out the door.

It took a while but eventually, Ilya came through. With David's infamous charm of course...

“C’mon il, please? Look at it like this, you guys will spend a LOT of time together, and who knows? You guys could hit it off after this. Even if it’s not for me you could still gain from it and-”

“ALRIGHT FINE!” Ilya exclaimed, annoyed by David’s nagging but also excited to be with you.

A ‘yesss’ was followed after his approval and the boys began to plot the plan for tomorrow's stunt.

Natalie silently prayed that everything would be alright tomorrow considering that David and Ilya we're the Einstein's behind this. It was partially her as well, but she doesn't want to be dragged in this okay?

-

The next morning, tweedle dee and tweedle dum arrived at your place. Luckily for tweedle dee, he had a spare key which you gave him in case of emergency. How wise of you.

Before they entered, David turned his camera on and faced the camera to themselves.

“Alright what's up guys, so Ilya is visiting from Chicago, and Ilya bought these real handcuffs and we’re gonna handcuff Y/n to Ilya for the rest of the day,” he said as Ilya cuffed one of his own hands.

And with that, he panned the camera to the doorknob as he unlocked the door and quietly reached inside.

“Try not to get hard around medusa, Jell-O boy,” he probably didn’t make sense but he earned a laugh from himself and a punch on his arm from Ilya.

The two of them didn't take long to find your bedroom, the door was left slightly open while you were fast asleep.

They peeked through the door and found you sprawled across the mattress, the only thing keeping your body from being exposed was the sheets. Ilya struggled to keep his composure, but his imagination didn't do him any favors.

“Hi good morning y/n!” David said softly, entering the room while your eyes fluttered open.

You looked at him confused, but you saw the camera in his hand and immediately recognized that something was up.

“What now?” you yawned.

“I can’t say good morning to my best friend?” he laughed. But you didn't.

“Alright, there is something,” he chuckled, “that’s obviously why we’re here, get up y-”

“We?” you interrupted, pinching your nose with your thumb and forefinger.

Lo and behold, Ilya appeared from behind the door, with nervous yet goofy smile.

“For fuck’s sake David- you know what I'm not even surprised...” you sigh.

David chuckles and gives Ilya a hidden signal and he casually makes his way to sit on the floor near the edge of the mattress where your free hand is hanging out.

“Alright y/n let's make this quick, we’re going around to everyone's house to get disposables with il right when they wake up. Just do this one thing and we’ll be out of your hair,” he lied swiftly.

It sounded very convincing, but to be fair when you're half asleep, no one can really understand what's going on. Hence why you blindly fell into David's trap, posing for a disposable, whilst getting handcuffed by Ilya in the process.

All at once, you felt the metal confine your wrist, the flash of the camera, and the familiar menace laugh ringing through your ears.

‘Oh shit,’ you eventually woke up and processed everything.

You yanked on your now recently cuffed arm, and yes it is true, you aren’t asleep, this isn't a dream, yes, it’s real life.

“No, no, no your fucking- no ughhh,” you cry out, your other hand covering your face in distress.

They both laugh hysterically.

“Soooo,” David chuckled yet again, “change of plans... if you couldn't tell by now, both of you are getting handcuffed to each other for the day,” he said all giddy.

You hadn't realized who you were handcuffed to until just now.

‘I know I wanted to spend more time with him, BUT NOT LIKE THIS!,’ you internally cursed any entity that listened to the prayers you technically didn't even ask for.

“Well walk us through y/n,” he pulled you from your thoughts. “Let's do your daily routine!”

You huffed out a breath. ‘Today’s gonna be a long one,’ you thought.

-

You spent the rest of your morning struggling with the difficulty of getting ready with Ilya chained beside you. It was just as hard for him as it was for you.

Ilya's heart nearly pumped out of his chest when he saw just as much as a glimpse of your skin when he peeked at you getting dressed or hopping into the shower. And David was enjoying every second of this of course, since this footage was going towards the next vlog.

And now we're here, finally ready and leaving your place and headed to David's car.

“So what are we even doing today?” you asked.

”Well Taylor is sick, and Natalie is doing a couple of things for me, she can’t do them all at once so we're gonna go around and do half of her schedule and then go get lunch,” David announced.

“And then?” Ilya wondered.

”Who knows,” David smirked at him.

Something about that look in his eye really made you wish you were able to read minds.

-

You were all driving to who knows where, and all of a sudden David turns around, camera in hand and your full undivided attention. You internally panicked for a quick moment until you remembered that the man owned a self driving Tesla.

You let out the breath you didn't even realize you were holding.

“This is the key y/n,” the smirk on David’s face setting in gave you another clue that whatever he had in mind definitely wasn’t a good idea.

He proved you right when said key vanished after he pitched it out the window.

“DAVID!!!” you cried out, the panic seeping in again.

“I have a spare key” Ilya reassures.

“I know the bit. I- I literally know what you guys are gonna do, please don't. Please,” you pleaded.

You were proven right yet again when Ilya chucked the spare key right out of the window immediately after that last ‘please.’

“FUCK!” you shouted, causing the boys to burst out laughing.

You were obviously not impressed.

The day so far went just as planned, nothing too crazy, but still very difficult.

So far you all went and picked up some props and supplies for future experiments, and met with some people to quickly go over some arrangements.

The way people reacted to your situation was definitely a sight to see, though it was tiring having to explain how you even got into this mess in the first place.

David was driving pretty fast on his way to the final errand, either he didn't want to be late or he just wanted to get this last one over with because he was already hungry. He was faster than usual.

Even Ilya was starting to take notice.

At a red light, he quickly reached over to your seat to buckle your seatbelt, there was a look of genuine confusion on your face.

“What? We can’t have you slipping away,” he tittered.

“Well, that won’t even be a problem since I'm already attached to you,” you smirked, meaning it both literally and figuratively. You mentally patted yourself on the back, whether Ilya got the hint or not.

It kinda seemed like he did when his face lingered in front of yours a bit longer than expected. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips quickly, as if he was deciding on whether or not to kiss you.

You felt hot. You knew you were blushing. You felt warm all over but then some of the feeling strips away when David interrupts by pressing the accelerator causing Ilya to act like this never happened and move back to his own seat.

Now thanks to him you were a bashful mess.

David raced down and nearly crashed into a couple of cars before you've all made it to some furniture store. You and Ilya both had a look of confusion drawn on your faces.

“Dave are you sure this is the right place?” Ilya asked.

“Yeah David are you sure?” You chimed in.

“Oh for fuck’s sake...” David sighs in realization, dialing Natalie's phone. Guessing that she saw this coming, all of his calls went straight to voicemail. David definitely had things to say alright.

“Natalie what the FUCK! I was speeding down here to come here on time, and it’s not even fucking important! Since when did I become your personal shopper? Stop pulling shit like-” his rant got cut off by the sound of your voice.

“ENOUGH! Stop being such a baby, let's just go and get whatever she needs. It's not that big of a fucking deal,” you defended.

“She’s right bro, relax,” said Ilya.

David hung up and exited the car, slightly slamming the door shut.

“He’s probably just hungry,” you sighed.

“Definitely,” Ilya chuckled.

-

You both found David at the store waiting patiently to receive her order. Turned out, she picked out a large mirror, not that large though, only almost 7 feet. It’s not like throughout the whole day the car was slowly running out of space.

Nevertheless, the teamwork made the dream work, and it fit into the car by surprise. Though you were convinced if someone added one more item, the car would fall apart.

“Where am I going to sit?” you genuinely questioned.

David took a once over at the car to look for any available seats, he smirked when he only saw an extra one available in the front.

“I guess you’ll just have to share shotgun with Ilya,” he smiles cheekily.

Immediately after you heard those words, it was like someone released a ton of butterflies in your stomach. You were already cuffed to him, now you have to be even more physically closer than you already were. And you weren’t complaining.

You nodded your head and looked up at Ilya.

“So how’s this gonna work?” you chuckled lightly.

“I-I don’t know, we can try,” he stuttered.

Ilya sat down first and then you attempted at getting in after. The cuffs definitely made it harder to do this, the worst part was when you tripped and almost fell onto his shoulder but Ilya made it better when he caught you just before you hurt yourself.

“I gotcha,” was what he said when your faces were only inches apart, like that save alone didn’t already turn your legs into jelly, and that damn smile was the cherry on top. Are we making dessert?

“Let’s try this again, I have an idea,” you said after quickly recollecting yourself, breaking away from him.

Ilya got out of the car and waited on your instruction. He spaced out while he was watching you try to figure out and give directions, he thought you were just the cutest thing when you were focused and in control.

Ilya finally snapped back in as soon as he heard the words ”Get it?” escape your lips. He was fucked.

”uh- YES! Yeah,” he stuttered.

You smiled and began to execute the plan.

Ilya had both hands on your waist, guiding you onto his lap to make sure you wouldn’t trip again. You were finally fully in the car when you adjusted yourself a bit, causing his breath to hitch.

You felt him curse under his breath, you held back a smile after realizing what you did.

“Oh I’m so sorry, are you uncomfortable? Should I move?” You smirked while slowly readjusting yourself, the friction driving him insane. Ilya almost forgot to answer your question.

“N-no it’s okay, you’re good,” he stuttered, taking a deep breath before closing the door. David gave him a smirk before he started the car.

Throughout the ride his hands never left your waist, in fact, his arms slowly made its way to fully wrap themselves around it. Ilya claimed it was because you both didn't have a seatbelt.

On the way to McDonald's, which was obviously David’s choice for lunch, you felt a sudden squeeze that came from Ilya’s hands once every several seconds. Honestly, you didn't mind, in fact, you didn't even want him to stop. And if David weren't here, you’d want things to escalate even further.

David had his eyes focused on the road as he was talking about how much he loved McDonald's.

It was as if Ilya read your mind, his hands slowly headed south until they reached your thighs, drawing circles with his thumbs while your mind wandered into sinful places.

“I hate when people hate on McDonald’s. Like it’s number one for a fucking reason. Right?” David argued.

Ilya gave your thighs a light squeeze before he whispered in your ear to remind you to respond.

“hm?- RIGHT yes!” you rushed after being snapped back into reality.

“You know what I mean? Like it’s everywhere...” David continued, unaware that you were barely paying attention.

“Yeah totally,” you agreed, even though you didn't. It was just best to just go along with him so there wouldn’t be a huge debate.

-

Finally, you all made it back to David's house. All the errands were done and David had sorted out everything with Natalie. And the rest of the group came over to hang out.

“Oh my god! ALL DAY?” Zane yelled in disbelief, along with everyone else that came in and noticed your current state.

“Yes,” you giggled.

“Oh wow I am so sorry baby,” he pouted, chuckling at the idea. You would laugh too if you weren't in this situation. All of the day’s struggles being filmed for a video and the one question you kept pondering upon was ‘how the hell are we going to get out of this?’

Still, there was no answer, there is a good chance you'll be stuck with him for a very long time.

-

You have been sitting with Ilya for a good amount of time and you were thinking about two things; how long would it take to start salivating if you kept your eyes on him and if it were possible to get hornier than you already were. The answer? Yes.

You were honestly ready to risk it all, especially right after he winked at you when he caught you staring.

Seriously, you weren’t messing around. Suddenly you found yourself lying through your teeth like it was your job.

“Hey I have to use the bathroom,” you whispered in Ilya’s ear.

He doesn’t question it, and immediately gets up and leads you into the bathroom.

But of course, David stopped you both in your tracks with immediate suspicion,

“Where are you going?” he grinned.

“The bathroom?” you said.

“Bro she has to use the bathroom,” Ilya defended.

“Yeah sure,” David grabbed his camera, trying to follow the both of you.

You had a hand pressed against his chest, “Where do you think you’re going?” you raised a brow.

“To film for the vlog?” He tried.

“No you’ve filmed enough, let me at least have some privacy.”

“But Ilya can stay?” He raised.

“Ilya isn’t making a video for millions of people,” you shut the door on him, hearing ‘oohs’ in the distance.

“You’d let me know if you guys are having sex right?” David laughed through the door.

“SHUT UP DAVID!” You hit the door to emphasize you're trying to shoo him away.

When it finally seemed like he gave up and walked away, you took your chance and lightly pinned Ilya against the wall. It caught him off guard but by the look on his face, it seemed like he enjoyed that very much.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day...” you murmured, your hands tracing the collar of his shirt.

That's when he caught you off guard and now you were the one against the wall.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day...” Ilya whispered, his lips brushing over the edge of your jaw.

“So do it-” you felt his lips crash into yours, cutting you off mid-sentence.

It’s slow and sloppy but filled with hunger as one hand snaked up and lightly cupped your jaw.

You immediately parted your lips, Ilya didn’t waste any time before his tongue delved into your mouth, properly savoring what he’s been patiently waiting for, for so long.

Before you knew it, you found yourself sitting on the edge of the bathroom sink, Ilya trailing his lips down your neck while his fingers snaked down to your heat, running them through your folds. Your breath quivering when his finger brushed over your button.

“Fuck, you’re soaking,” he whispered, breath heavy as he spoke into your ear. With his other hand, he pulled down your tube top, exposing your breasts.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice when you were being a little tease huh? You’ve been driving me crazy all day baby. All. Fucking. Day,” he purred lowly, punctuating his last few words by kissing your chest. Your breath hitched as his words definitely caught you off guard.

Ilya eventually took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nub while his free hand toyed with the other, inciting a moan but it got quickly dismissed when Ilya quickly covered your mouth, silencing you.

“I’d love to hear your sweet little voice, but right now you have to keep it down for me yeah?” You nodded.

He hiked up your skirt and swiftly pulled off your underwear. Before you knew it, Ilya dropped down to his knees, leaving kisses on your inner thigh while inching closer to your heat.

“Fuck,” you murmured while the hairs on his beard ran against your skin, sending tingles up your spine.

Your free hand frantically grabbed onto Ilya’s hair when his tongue grazed your clit, pulling him closer.

“Does that feel good?”

“Y-yeah mm,” you responded with a shaky breath, lightly pushing him against your center, not wanting him to stop any time soon.

Your thighs were trembling already and Ilya can’t help the smirk forming on his lips as he suckles at your clit. He was more than pleased with his effect on you. If you finished quickly, it would honestly be an advantage because then there wouldn’t be suspicions from David. Or at least not that many.

The soft string of profanities that slipped from your tongue only encouraged him to lick faster. But also in various speeds that make you silently plead for a release, toying you further.

You swore you almost saw stars when Ilya expertly slid his fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a delicious pace.

The feeling of his fingers rolling harshly against your velvet walls had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Gasping while yanking on his hair, trying your hardest not to knock your knees together around his head. You were close, so close, in case your shaky legs didn’t already give that away.

“Cum for me, c’mon baby,” Ilya quickly cooed before going back to work. He continued to lick and curl and pump his fingers, while you mewled desperately.

Soon the tension in your stomach, the entanglement of knots came undone when your orgasm crashed over you. Your back arched and your hand came up to muffle the moan you tried to contain.

Ilya chuckles, coming up to gently rub circles on your thighs to help you relax while you attempt to control your breathing.

He came in for a kiss which soon got interrupted by some pounding at the door.

“WHAT’S TAKING SO LONG? ARE Y’ALL HAVING SEX??” David shouted through the door.

Both of your eyes widened. You immediately scrambled to get put together, both of your hearts harshly pounding out of your chest.

“Bro relax let her finish!” Ilya cried out just as he helped to put your panties back on and your skirt in its original place.

“David get a fucking grip I’m finishing up,” you chimed in, smirking at the pun you had just created.

In the process of washing your hands, you had the most brilliant idea.

All of a sudden you began to pour water all over the front of your clothes, Ilya tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy.

You mouthed ‘follow my lead’ before opening the door to meet David with, of course, a camera in his hand like a fucking Hollywood fix.

“Are those cum stains?!” He said after giving you a quick once-over.

“No, are you on crack? We were trying to wash our hands quickly so you can get off our ass and Ilya accidentally wet me,” you explained, knowing full well he technically did ‘wet you.’

“Hey Nat, is it okay if I borrow your hairdryer?” you ignored David, spotting Natalie sitting comfortably on a LoveSac.

“Yeah sure! It’s in my bathroom by the mirror,” she smiled.

You left and dragged Ilya with you while David was still talking, he followed the two of you when you went to get the dryer.

‘He will not give it up will he?’ You thought, rolling your eyes.

You grabbed the dryer and darted to where Ilya was staying and made sure to close the door immediately, leaving the reporter out. You loved him but my god was he being so tough today.

Ilya plugged it in and turned the dryer to the highest setting, muffling all the noise coming from this room.

You both giggled at how successful this turned out.

“Now...” you pressed a finger against Ilya’s chest seductively, “let’s take care of this,” you smirked, brushing your lips with his, cupping the bulge in his pants.

You fondled with the front of his pants whilst you gently sucked on his bottom lip. Both of you got caught up in this impassioned moment before Ilya suddenly breathlessly pulled away, pulling out a small key from his pocket.

“You bastard! You had it all this time!” you huffed.

“Yeah, you like this bastard though,” Ilya smirked, “c’mere...” he murmured, unlocking the metal restraints.

“Ugh finally,” you teased, caressing your wrist with your hand.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” he growled in your ear, causing your stomach to flip thrice.

Ilya grasped your chin desperately and your lips are slammed together once again, hooking your legs around his waist.

The kiss becomes needy, more biting this time, turning each other’s lips a sinful shade. Your gasps and whines can only be heard by Ilya, as well as his raspy groans.

Soon you found yourself being gently placed down on his mattress. He then buried his face back in your neck, while starting to grind his erection against your now throbbing cunt.

You both became breathless rather quickly after he raggedly pulled away from you, flipping you over so your ass is faced up.

Ilya grabbed your skirt and panties around your hips and peeled them down your legs all in one go.

Ilya felt a lump in his throat, his mouth dry as he took in the breathtaking sight on display in front of him. His breathing accelerated, there was absolutely no way that he could keep it together, he was a mess. A mess for you.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot for me like this... damn,” he cursed.

Ilya quickly unzipped his pants and letting them fall to the floor, freeing his hard cock that's already dripping in precum.

“You sure about this baby?” he cooed, and you feverishly nodded away, aching to just have him inside you already.

Grabbing your hips from behind, Ilya lined himself up with your entrance and began to slowly push himself inside of you. Little by little, and finally fully slipping his cock deep into you. You gasp, turning your head to bury your face in the mattress because you never felt this full before.

“Fuckkk...,” he groaned, “so fucking tight for me...”

He thrust himself into you, you met him thrust for thrust, gripping the sheets until your knuckles were very visible.

He started to grunt with the force of his rhythm while you softly cried out against the mattress.

He picked up the pace, fucking you hard and fast, digging his fingers into your hips as a bunch of profanities were growled under his breath.

Muscles started to tighten and your moans were nonstop as you were getting close, the tension in your stomach building up by the second.

“I feel you, fuck- ah, cum for me. Cum baby,” Ilya cooed as he simultaneously continued to pound into your tight cunt.

“I’m gonna... oh god, oh god il...” you mewled.

“Let go, baby,” he egged you on.

You pushed herself as far done on Ilya’s cock as you could before you jolted and shamelessly came around his cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head once again.

The grip on your hips was still tight as he roughly thrust deep into your depths. It didn’t take long for Ilya to reach his release and as he emptied himself inside you, walls clenching around him from your own climax.

Ilya pulled out and collapsed beside you on the bed, breathily giggling with you until your orgasms subside.

-

You both walked into the living room where everyone was and David was the only one who spotted both of you first. Oh, the smirk he had on his face was chilling.

“Let me see if I can get this straight,” he laughed pressing record on his camera, “you’re clothes are still wet, you guys aren’t in cuffs anymore, and you expect me to believe that the glow on your faces is because you didn’t have sex? If I’m on crack, then everyone else in here is on it too!” He laughed.

Everyone in the room went wild whilst you hid your embarrassment in the crook of Ilya’s neck.

Busted.

<3

[churchofjoemiller]

This profile is slowly becoming a stan account of Ilya

[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

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

m y  e t s y  s h o p

(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)

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

“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.

[corinna-kopff]

probably won’t be posting/rebloging david content fo awhile. the situation with seth and big nik is too much to ignore and with david’s silence is not in the slightest but comforting.

i’ll still be posting content with the other vlog squad members, mainly corinna, but not david, at least for the time being.

[headassdobrik]

Holy motherfucking shit look at him

[wtfdavidsvlogs]

Don’t Worry About It

eWarnings: Swearing, fluff

Requested: @ilovejackgilinsky​ said: Hey can you please do a fluffy Jeff x reader? Maybe where their dating and one of them is sick. The other person is very concerned and drops all their plans even though the sick one insists it isn’t a big deal. Sorry if it’s long lol. Thank you!!!❤️❤️❤️

Gif by: @ughitsbaby​

A regular weekend usually consists of me, Jeff, snacks, and sex. That wasn’t the case this time because I was diagnosed with the flu. Besides Jeff had a million other things to do this weekend from filming with David to parties and meetings. He didn’t have time and I am totally fine with it. I’ll just be lonely and sick for a bit. I’m laying in bed as I can feel the sickness and lethargy taking over me. My tv playing reruns of bad girls club and jersey shore. I feel my phone vibrate on my blanket. Jeff was calling me.

“Hello?” I said with rasp laced in my voice. A cough sneaking its way out of my mouth. My goal was to keep my sickness secret from him, knowing how he gets.

“Baby, are you sick? That cough sounds nasty.” He says with concern. I cleared my throat quickly away from the microphone.

“No baby, I’m fine I swear. Just a tickle, I’m okay.” My voice wavering weakly. Shit. He fucking knows now.

“Right. So what do you need from the store? I’m going there and then to your place. I know you’re sick,baby, don’t try to lie to me.” He said quickly. I smiled and roll my eyes.

“I don’t need anything and you aren’t coming here. You have plans this weekend and I don’t want you getting sick.” I said to him quietly.

“Aww, that’s so sweet...so what do you need from the store?” He says sarcastically. I laugh at his stubbornness.

“Ugggh, Jeeeeffff, you better not come here!” I say to him.

“Ooo that’s too bad because I already know your favorite snack when you are sick and I have a key to your apartment. See you in twenty.” He hangs up immediately after that.

“Dick.” I say to myself laughing. he knows me a bit too well. I lay back again and press play on the Bad Girls Club season 12 reunion. I was fully invested in their drama and was practically making it my own. As I was yelling obscenities at my screen I hear steps from outside my door. I walk as quickly as I can to it and lean all my weight against it as Jeff tries to open it. 

“Let me in, doll.” He says laughing at my pitiful efforts.

“I don’t want you to get sick.” I say as my strength already diminishes. 

“You’re too weak right now to fight me off, baby, just let me in.” He says calmly. I weakly plop on the ground leaning up against the door. He unlocks it and lightly pushes it open with ease. He looks down at me and smiles. “Well hi.” He says calmly.

“Well, now you’re contaminated.” I say with a pout. He laughs and leans down in front of me pushing his arms under mine and lifting me to my feet. He looks me in the eye.

“Aww baby you look like a mess.” He says wrapping his arms around my head and pulling me into him. In turn, I wrap my arms around his waist.

“Oh thanks, that’s exactly what I needed to hear, babe.” I said in his chest. He chuckles.

“I’m obviously joking, you really pull off the sick look.” He says. I laugh and hit his chest playfully. He lets go of me and holds up a grocery bag. I look at him and then the bag. There’s a pause and I quickly grab the bag and turn to walk back to my room. He follows suit. I plop on my bed as a sheet of sweat covers me. I was getting sicker by the hour. 

“As grateful as I am for you coming by and wanting to take care of me, you have a really busy weekend I don’t want you to catch-” He cuts me off.

“Baby, I canceled everything for this weekend. You are just too important. I was not about to let you sit in this bed alone and sick, Doll. Not if I can help it. Those things can be rescheduled. As for David, he’ll probably just get Zane unreasonably drunk again, he’ll be okay. I can handle a little flu, I just wanna be with you.” He said laying next to me. My heart absolutely melted. Tears pricked the back of my eyes. I lay on top of him and hug him tightly. He rubs my back and squeezes me.

“Thank you.” I say in a raspy whisper. There goes my voice. I should have just stayed quiet watching tv. In hindsight, yelling with the flu was not the best idea.

“Aw you lost your voice, now you can’t protest when I do nice things for you.” He pinches my sides to tickle me. I giggle a little bit. I shake my head and face forward again. He sits up as he sees that I start to open the bag of goodies he brought me. I open the bag to see a can of pizza pringles, gummy bears, and a vitamin water. (You can imagine whatever snacks you’d like tho these are just my favorites) My mouth opens wide, I turn my head to him with the widest smile. He wraps his arms around my stomach from behind and kisses my neck and ears. I lean into him as he kisses the top of my head. We lay there for the rest of the night getting unnecessarily angry at people we didn’t even know from countless different reality shows.

I’m sorry if this is bad, I usually just write what I imagine when I get the prompts, also sorry it was astronomically late.

[psychowittek]

jeff via daviddobrik’s instagram stories | july 1, 2021

[wehatepaparazzi]

COACHELLA 2023

[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 :’)

[churchofjoemiller]

Living in my head rent free

[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 

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

(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)

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

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. 

[fanficimagery]

I Will Not Bow

Summary: After moving out to LA, you quickly find yourself being adopted into a group of Youtubers. Everything is fine until one of the squad has a falling out with everyone and decides to make a video “spilling the tea”. And though you never had a problem with this particular person, you’re surprised to find out she has dug into your past and brought it up for everyone to know.

Words: 2.6K Warnings: Language. Trisha bashing. If you’re a fan of hers, then this Imagine is just not for you. Requested by anonymous who said: Hi! If you’re currently taking requests would you please be able to write a Vlog Squad x Reader where maybe the reader has a shady/troubled past that comes to light? You can put a spin on it if you want!

You've been feeling run down these past couple of days that you've stayed home in order to not get anyone else sick. Staying home, however, didn't stop your friends from bringing over soup or packages of medicine to help you get better sooner. And while you appreciated their thoughtfulness, you couldn't help but send them on their way as soon as possible. Then when your friends got the hint you didn't want them around to catch anything, they kept their distance and relied on texting or video calling.

And it's on your fourth day of being sick that your phone starts to blow up- comments on Instagram rolling in with everyone tagging you. Against your better judgement you read them and quickly find out the source of everyone's sudden interest is because of a newly uploaded video by Trisha. Your stomach drops upon seeing the title of her video and you already know it's going to be ugly. Whatever tea she's spilled, it can't be good. Especially since most of the comments are questioning your loyalty and motives.

The so-called tea starts off with petty drama that Trisha picked up on within the squad and ran with it. She puts her own twist on the truth to make it seem like it's bigger than it really is, and talks about who really is genuine and who's not. But then your name pops up and you nearly throw up when she brings up your arrest record. You hadn't told a single soul about your past since you've moved to LA and here Trisha is bringing it up for all her subscribers and even making assumptions about who you are.

"What a bitch," you mumble.

Not only are you sad and hurt this has all been brought up after you've decided to start fresh, but you're royally pissed off. How dare she.

So after taking a moment, you quickly make yourself somewhat presentable and decide to go live on Instagram. You stare at yourself on your phone, sighing as you notice everyone showing up to see what you have to say and/or immediately bombarding you with hateful comments. Clearing your throat, you finally address them. "I'm obviously here to address the things Trisha has said about me, so I'll give you guys a few minutes to tag your friends and bring them here or whatever."

In the span of twenty seconds, your friends have sent text after text but you ignore them.

Then once you've decided you've waited long enough, you speak. "So by now, I'm pretty sure a lot of you are curious about what Trisha said in her video and that's why you're here watching me. And for those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, Trisha posted a video where she basically stabbed the entire Vlog Squad in the back. And while I'm sure the others can probably laugh about what Trisha spilled about them, I cannot and will not forgive her for bringing up my arrest record."

You cough and then quickly take a sip of water, sighing a moment later and getting right back into it. "The thing is, a few years ago I was in a shitty place in my life. I had a good life, don't get me wrong, but I just- I buckled under the pressure my family was putting on me to do good. And like all stories go, I fell in with the wrong crowd. I consumed too much alcohol and took too many drugs to just forget the reality I was living in. I stole money from my family so I could pay for my addictions and when they started to keep count of their money, I then resorted to stealing their property and pawning it all just so I could get my fix."

Feeling your eyes tear up, you pause to take another sip of water and get rid of the lump in your throat. You readjust the angle of your phone and lean back in your seat, averting your eyes as you continue. "My parents threatened to kick me out if I didn't clean up my act and you know what I did? I scoffed in their faces, packed up my shit, and went to go live with the people I thought I could rely on. My addictions became worse and I ended up in the hospital a handful of times. And though I did have moments of clarity where I wanted to return home, I couldn't. I burned so many bridges that I didn't even know where or how to start making amends."

By now, the tears are flowing but you merely wipe them away. You need to finish your story. "What really opened my eyes was the day we broke into a man's house and said man ended up with a bullet in his gut." Your voice cracks so you stop talking. You momentarily get up and walk off, only to return a moment later. Your right knee bounces anxiously off screen and it's taking everything in you to not start bawling. "My, uh, my friend recruited me into breaking into a man's house. I was so high out of my mind that I agreed. I agreed to breaking and entering, and stealing whatever electronics I could shove into a duffel bag. Everything was going smoothly until the house owner came downstairs. I didn't know at the time, but my friend was armed. He was armed and when the house owner threatened to call the cops, my friend shot him. He shot him and he- shit," you curse, pinching the bridge of your nose as your emotions get the best of you.

After a moment of inhaling and exhaling deeply, you continue. "I remember screaming and crying. I dropped everything I had in my arms, stripped off my sweatshirt, and dropped to my knees next to the homeowner to make sure I stopped the bleeding. My friend threatened to shoot me if I didn't get up, but I- I couldn't. There was a man bleeding out beneath my hands and I was not about to leave him. So even though I had a gun to the back of my head, I managed to pull out my phone and dial 911." You take a moment to catch your breath, shakily breathing in and out. "I spent a year in jail and several months in rehab, and my sentence would have been a lot longer if the homeowner hadn't spoken up on my behalf in court.

"So yes, Trisha is right. I've been to jail and not a single one of my friends here in LA knew about it. Because you see, the thing is, I did my time. I paid the price for my actions, I made amends with the people I burned and hurt, and I spent a lot of time volunteering and just cleaning up my name back home. And then I decided to move here, to a place where I wouldn't be the little girl who made shitty life choices and had been to jail, and left the past in the past. Only now- now Trisha's dragged it all back up.

"So Trisha, when you no doubt see this, I have a few words for you. Ready? Because here they are. Fuck you. What gives you the right to dig into my past like that and put it all in a Youtube video? Are you really that desperate for views? You are a piece of shit human being, Trisha, and I hope those that you still call friends come to this realization as well. Am I being harsh? Maybe. Am I sorry? Fuck no. You can save those crocodile tears that we'll no doubt see in your next video about how mean I'm being to you. No one believes them and everyone laughs at you anyway."

By now the tears have dried up, but your cheeks are still sticky and your eyes feel a bit puffy. "I don't know what the hell I did to you to make you think it was alright for you to air out my business like that, nor do I care anymore. I'm done with you. And for my friends who are no doubt watching this, if you're still my friends, you know where to find me if you want to talk. My phone is going to be off for a couple days so drop by if you need anything."

After ending the live feed, you turn off your phone. You walk over to the couch where you end up collapsing on it, sobbing into a blanket and curling up on your side.

          - X - X - X - X - X -

You don't know how long it's been that you've fallen asleep when there's banging on your front door. It takes you a moment to get your bearings back and when you do, you get up to go open the door. Upon opening it you find David, Natalie, Jeff, and Jason.

"Hey," you meekly greet them.

Immediately, Natalie steps forward and envelops you in a hug. "Oh my god. How are you holding up? We've all seen the videos and everyone is pissed at Trisha."

As Natalie steps back, you momentarily twist up your mouth to attempt keeping any tears at bay. In the end, it doesn't work. "Is anyone mad at me?"

"No one's mad," David says. "We're kind of curious as to why you kept it a secret, but we're not mad."

After David gives you a brief hug, Jeff steps up and grins. "Chin up, fellow convict. We're in this together."

"Smooth, Jeff. Very smooth." You huff a small laugh as Jason nudges him out of the way, he then taking his turn in hugging you. "I'm so sorry about what happened, Y/N."

You shake your head. "Don't apologize for your ex's shitty behavior. She's the one that needs to apologize, but even if she does I'll never forgive her for this."

Shutting the door behind your friends, you follow Jason into your living room.

"Hey, Y/N, is it cool if I record?"

"David, if you didn't record whatever you're here for, then I'd be worried."

"Okay," he laughs. "Just checking."

As David sets up his camera on your coffee table, you sit next to Natalie on the couch. Jeff sits the recliner, Jason takes a seat on the ottoman, and David sits on your other side so you're sandwiched between him and Natalie.

"So what do you wanna know?" You ask, sighing. Better to get it out of the way and over with.

As kindly as possible, Natalie asks, "Why didn't you tell us about your past?"

"I.. I didn't want anyone to make light of my situation. Everyone jokes about Jeff's past, and it is funny every now and then, but my situation was a lot different than his and I was scared of jokes being made. The stuff I've been through and the stuff I did, it is not something to joke about."

"If you had just said so, we'd have understood," Jason says.

"I know, but-" you pause, wiping at the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, "I guess I was just scared to make demands of you guys since I'm still the new girl. And plus I was scared of what you all would think of me. I did some shitty stuff and I didn't want you guys second guessing me. So just so we're clear, I no longer do any of that I stuff. I don't drink, I don't do drugs, and I don't steal. That's been over for a very long time."

Your friends all chuckle.

As you all settle down, it's Natalie who says, "For what it's worth, and David better cut this out for his video, I'm glad your secret came out. I'm not happy about the way it came out, but just that it's out now. I'm happy we get to know more about you, the good and the bad."

"We've all done shitty things in our pasts," Jeff says. "What matters now is that you've changed. You're no longer that person, so if you don't want us to bring it up again, we won't."

"I really appreciate that," you say. "But unfortunately I still have to talk to everyone else about this. They deserve to know everything if they're going to continue being my friend."

"Well as I said earlier," David pipes up, "no one is mad. Curious, but not mad."

"Of course they would be. But fair warning, the first jail joke out of Dom's mouth and I'll start swinging."

David laughs. "We'll just keep that part a surprise for him."

A few days after your rant on Instagram and yet another video from Trisha where she cried big fat tears because you were just so mean, you're riding around with David and a few others in his Tesla. Everyone in your friend group has been getting comments about your character, especially after you went off on Trisha, saying that you were being a bully. And now your friends have had enough.

Jason sits in the passenger seat as David drives, Ilya behind David and Alex behind Jason as you sit in the middle of the third row.

With the camera rolling on David's dash and his eyes on the road, he finally addresses everything himself. "So lately we've been getting a lot of comments about Y/N since Trisha posted that video of hers."

"And it's only gotten worse since Y/N defended herself," Jason says.

"Now I'm one who normally lets the drama die down," David picks back up, "but after everything was put out in the open and some comments were made, I've come to the conclusion that I'm one hundred percent in Y/N's corner."

"We all are!" Ilya says, looking around David's seat.

"Trisha and I had our falling out," Jason says, "and for some reason she felt the need to attack everyone in our friend group even if they had done her no wrong. But bringing Y/N's past into the present after she's tried so hard to leave it behind her? That was just way wrong."

"And because I called her a piece of shit human being for what she did to me, I'm the bully?" You exclaim. "That's such bullshit! Half of you only like her because of her connection to Jeffree Star and the other half only like her because she's an easy fuck."

"Y/N, nooo," Jason groans.

Alex, Ilya, and David all laugh. You do too, but then you sigh and roll your eyes. "Okay so that was harsh. I went a step too far and I apologize for that comment I just now made. But I still stand by my Instagram video."

"With all that being said, knock it off with all the hate," David says. "We get it. Y/N has a shady past, but you know what? It's her past and that's exactly where it should stay."

For the rest of the ride, you listen as the boys poke fun at one another. The drama with Trisha is pushed to the back burner and you take a moment to just breathe, and be thankful for your newfound friends. They had every right to be distrustful of you, but they chose to hear you out instead. They chose to defend you and let your past be your past.

"Y/N. Hey, Y/N!"

You snap to attention. "Yeah? What?"

"Chipotle or In-N-Out? You're the tiebreaker."

"Chipotle. Duh."

"Yes!" David cheers. "I knew she wouldn't let me down."

As Alex and Jason groan about your choice in food, you sigh happily as you relax in your seat. Because though you're still pissed about Trisha spilling the tea on your past, you're also kind of grateful because it brought you closer to your friends. But you'd never admit that out loud. Nope. No way.

[vsquadgoals]

Can you write a Jeff x reader or Ilya x reader, don't mind who, have a baby and he sees her breastfeed for the first time maybe? Thanks x

Y/n and Ilya were finally bringing home their first little bundle of joy, he had gone outside to bring the car around to the front door while the nurses helped Y/n pack to rest of their belongings and pushed her wheelchair down to the exit. Ilya took the car seat holding their tiny boy and put it into the backseat making sure it’s nice and secure before grabbing the bags from Y/n’s arms and putting them in the passenger seat, he grabs her hand and helps her around the car and into the backseat next to the car seat. The drive back to their home is nice and quiet, the baby was still fast asleep and they were enjoying it while it lasted. Once they were home Ilya helped her out of the car and made her go inside promising her he would bring everything inside safe and sound. Y/n grabbed herself a bottle of water before sitting on their giant soft couch after slipping out of her shoes. “There are my boys.” She says softly once Ilya brings the car seat inside setting it on the floor next to her feet. She slowly takes Calvin from his car seat trying her best to keep him asleep. “Lovey, can you bring me some diapers and wipes please.” She calls softly toward where Ilya had disappeared to get the bedroom ready for her and Calvin to rest later. Soon he came around the corner diaper and package of wipes in hand, “Go lay down Y/n, I’ll change him and bring him into the room. I set up the bassinet next to the bed for you and put a water on your night stand.” Ilya says kissing her forehead and laying the baby on the couch cushion. Y/n agreed slowly making her way to the bedroom and laid down after changing into a more comfortable outfit, one of Ilya’s t shirts and a pair of sleep shorts. 

“Listen here bubs, you have to be good to your mama and feed without giving her any trouble.” Ilya coos to a now awake little boy staring up at him while he changes his diaper. Unfortunately Calvin was having a really hard time latching and it was taking a toll on Y/n more then she would like to admit and of course Ilya could tell, he could tell when something was wrong with Y/n no matter how well she thought she was hiding it. While she was in the hospital she met with a lactation specialist and they helped her as much as they could but now it was in her hands and little baby Calvin. Once he had a fresh diaper Ilya swaddled him tightly and made his was into the bedroom where Y/n was laying her eyes heavy with sleep. “Hi mama.” He says softly as he places Calvin into his bassinet, Y/n smiles sleepily at him holding her arms out. Ilya took the hint and laid next to her care to not hurt her and wrapped his arms around her as she nuzzled into him. Y/n quickly fell asleep in Ilya’s arms as he ran his fingers through her hair, once he knew she was in a deep sleep he slowly climbed out of bed and made his way to the living room, he wanted to clean the house a little and put a few things in order so that Y/n didn’t have to worry about too much when she woke up. 

It was about an hour later when Calvin started to fuss and Y/n’s eyes popped open and she say up trying to run the sleep from her heavy eyes. She carefully lifted the baby from his bassinet cradling him in her arms. “Okay baby boy, we’ve got this this time right?” She says getting comfortable before lifting her t shirt and desperately trying to get him to latch, Calvin fusses a little more getting frustrated unable to latch. Y/n takes a deep breath trying all of the different things the lactation specialist told her to do to help him latch, she leans her head back against the pillow trying to be calm to help him stay calm as well. “Come on Cal.” Y/n whispers rubbing her fingers against his cheek trying to help stimulate the suction he needs to latch, she hums softly rocking a little her eyes slowly closing as she lets him fumble a little. It’s not until she hears him stop fussing until she looks down and realizes that he’s latched and getting the milk he’s been working so hard for over these past few days. When Ilya looks into the bedroom to check on them he see’s Y/n looking down at a feeding Calvin tears streaming down her face. “Y/n?” He says slowly walking into the room concerned. “Are you okay Angel?” He asks finally by her side, she looks up at him sniffling. “He did it.” She chokes out before wiping away her tears smiling wide. Ilya looks down at Calvin whose eyes are fluttering shut as he sucks happily on her nipple. “Good job buddy!” Ilya coos leaning down and kissing Y/n’s tear stained cheeks. “I knew you both could do it.” He kissed her again on the lips this time. Ilya sighed happily before sitting on the bed next to her. All of his fears were suddenly drifting away as he watched his baby fall asleep happily in his beautiful fiance’s arms. He was so in love.

A/n: I hope you enjoy this one love! xx