shane hollander x fem!reader x ilya rozanov
actually, until tonight, you barely drank at all, especially surrounded by so many sweaty, screaming people. however, when a sweet, gorgeous guy covered in glitter offered to buy you a fruity drink, it was hard to stop yourself.
the guys name was. . . well, now you couldn’t remember his name. all you knew was that he came to the event with his boyfriend and you talked to the pair almost all evening as you bought more drinks for yourself.
they were good company, no doubt, funny and charismatic, but throughout the entire event you were silently wishing you were with shane and ilya. you couldn’t, though, not in front of this many people.
hell, they couldn’t even be near each other in front of this many people. at least, not as boyfriends.
this party was all about hockey (as everything seemed to be these days), so shane was off with his “people” and ilya was with his. two completely separate worlds, and you were sent off to explore the war zone.
the white flag was finally waved when ilya made eye contact with you from across the room, your lips spreading into a ridiculous smile as you choked down the last of your cosmo-something and said goodbye to your new friends, hugging them with all your might like you knew them for a lifetime.
you paid for your tab with shane hollanders debit card (much to your delight) after ordering just one more drink.
it was completely gone by the time you crossed the room, and ilya watched you with raised eyebrows as you smiled up at him, holding the chewy plastic straw in your teeth.
“how many did you drink?” he asked, his voice lighter than usual but not nearly as painful as shane’s would’ve been, wherever he was.
you pointed at your empty glass with a stupid-sounding hum before you spit the straw back into it. “f’these? jus’ two.” your voice was almost as hazy as your eyes while you held up your entire palm to show him how many drinks you had.
a smile appeared on his face, a breathy chuckle escaping his nose as you manually put three of your fingers down on your open hand, your glass now tucked in your elbow until you finally showed him “two”.
you would’ve dropped the glass on the floor if it weren’t for shane approaching behind you, diving down to catch it as it fell.
“okay…” he drawled out, looking back at you to find you leaning into his chest, your knuckles grazing the collar of his white button up as your head was tilted back so you look at his pretty face. your eyes were wide and misty, your pretty lips smiling gently.
“hey,” he smiled, his voice gentle. “you have fun?”
“mhmmm…” you hummed out, detaching yourself from him as ilya reached out to you, placing his hand on the small of your back as he led you out of the party.
“you can believe she only had two drinks?” ilya spoke back at shane, who scoffed, but you cut in before he could respond.
“well,” you cut in, lifting your finger as you stumbled over yourself with a small yelp, before you got back on track with ilya’s arm wrapped around your waist tightly. “i had two of the…” you snapped, trying to jog your memory. “the cosmo…somethin’s, but they wasn’t all i had.”
“and what exactly did you have?” shane asked, a boyish smirk splayed on his face. he was obviously enjoying this conversation, and in your drunken state you realized you had no inhibitions. tonight, you were born to entertain.
“two ‘hurricanes’…” you tripped again, yipping when you unexpectedly reach stairs right outside of the building. you would’ve fallen if it weren’t for the two of them gripping onto you. “a….’malibu sunrise’…” you continued, laughing when you through of your last example, “and a ‘woo woo’”.
you snorted, wrapping your arm tightly around ilya’s abdomen as the three of you approached the car.
“are we gonna woo woo?” you drawled out, laughing way too hard when you gave him a stern glance. neither of them have ever seen you tipsy before, let alone this kind of trip-and-fall drunk.
“not tonight, okay?” he responded, and you whined as you sunk down in the backseat when shane opened the door for you, ilya coming to your assistance when you fumbled with your seatbelt.
you mellowed out during the drive, your cheek pressed against the door as you watched the city fly by outside. you heard ilya and shane quietly talking in front of you but your brain just couldn’t make out what they were saying, so you didn’t even try to listen.
you didn’t remember the ride, dozing off for most of it, but when you reached shane’s apartment building you let out a small cheer, sitting up and fumbling with the buckle of your seatbelt.
shane opened your door with a gentle smile as you finally got your seatbelt off, your legs swinging outside of the car as you blinked lazily. your head might as well have been a boulder attached to your neck. you bobbed forward slightly as shane grabbed your hands and helped you climb out of the car, closing the door behind you as you wrapped your arms around him, completely misinterpreting his actions.
“hey, sweet girl.” he cooed, “you tired?”
“yeah.” you muttered back, one of his arms wrapped around you as he closes the door with the other, giving ilya a wide-eyed face behind your back as he leads you inside.
the minute you got into the apartment, you stumbled down the hallway and into the bedroom, your purse landing somewhere on the floor as you toppled face-first onto the bed, your legs spilling over the side as you tried to kick your heels off persistently, but to no avail.
your body ached, your stomach churned, and your frustration was building so quickly that tears brimmed in your eyes. you didn’t realize they were in the room until you felt a hand tenderly brushing your hair away from the nape of your neck, another tenderly tapping your ass before cupping your hip.
“come on. let me help you, yes?” ilya’s familiar voice enveloped your senses as you buzzed with frustration, sitting up on the edge of the bed and meeting his eyes. his expression was gentle as he crouched in front of you, carefully undoing the straps of your heels as you watched shane slip off his suit jacket with a hazy expression.
your eyes flicked back down when ilya began placing gentle kisses against your shin, your feet aching but finally free of the prison they’ve been trapped in all night. his hands cupped your calves, his lips trailing up your left leg to your knee. he met your gaze, your heart nearly stopping at the sight of his soft expression.
“you are okay?” he asked, his voice calm and steady. you nodded, sighing lightly as he left one more long kiss to your knee before standing up, leaning down to press his lips against your forehead.
“tы прекрасна сегодня вечером.” he muttered against your skin, his lips trailing down to kiss the apple of your cheek as tears welled in your eyes. you heard shane chuckling to himself from across the room at your expression, but you just leaned into ilya, a small trail of mascara running down your face as a tear fell.
you didn’t even understand what he said.
that’s probably why shane was laughing, but you were just enjoying the tender nature of ilya’s hands cupping your jaw and the way he whispered to you so sweetly in a language you didn’t quite understand.
with a final kiss to your lips, ilya stripped out of his suit jacket, shane coming to fill the void he left (and hopefully stop the quivering of your lip before it became a problem).
“let’s get your makeup off, huh?” he muttered, brushing a hand through your hair as he crouched down in front of you, now wearing sweatpants and a crewneck of his team.
“please.” you blubbered slightly, following him into the bathroom and leaning against the counter as he rummaged around through the top left drawer under his skin, the one dedicated to your belongings.
he pushed back your hair as he gently swiped a micellar water-soaked cotton pad against your skin, laughing breathily at the small frown on your face.
“almost done.” he muttered as he gently rubbed the mascara from your eyes, listening to you whine and grimace.
“so pretty.” he cooed, brushing your fresh face with his thumb. you took it upon yourself to wash your face (and get water in your hair and all over your pretty dress.) afterwards (as shane was cleaning up the water and laughing uncontrollably) ilya joined the two of you and you all brushed your teeth, your (damp) head resting against ilya’s bare shoulder.
the minute you stepped out of the bathroom, you were stripping off your dress (which you should have done before that debacle, the boys realized) and slipping on one of shane’s crewnecks, crashing into bed as they followed you.
as the three of you settled into bed, you pressed your face into the crook of shane’s neck, feeling his hand press into your back as ilya pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder blade. the room was spinning in your mind, but you were blissful and comfortable and so warm between them that it didn’t seem to matter to you.
this isn’t edited and i suck at writing, sorry!
