Vlog Squad Imagines

~Fight For You~ Ilya Fedorovich

David needed some footage for the upcoming week's video so that meant the group piled into two cars for a night out. You were thankful David needed footage because you needed a break. Work was stressing you out intensely, new management, and you were given a very important client who was anything but easy. You were smushed in the backseat with Scotty, Carly, and your best friend Ilya. There was little space in the back so you sat in Ilya's lap to create some room for the four of you. Usually, this wasn't a problem, you sat in Ilya's lap all the time, but you could tell there was something bothering him tonight.

The club's light strobed intensely as the loud music filled your ears. You swayed your hips to the beat, allowing the liquor and the sweaty bodies around you intoxicate you. You watched as Zane had a crowd form around him as he twerked to Fergalicious. Natalie and you swayed along to the song, grabbing at each other's hips and pulling each other closer. The two of you were just goofing off, but neither of you realized the strangers who were gawking from the bar. Two strong hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you away from Natalie to be pressed up against a foreign body.

Trying your hardest, you started to pull away but their grip was too tight around you. Little did you know, Ilya was watching the events unfold. His hands gripped tightly against his drink, his eyes narrowing as he glared. He ignored as David hollered over the music for him to do something stupid for the camera. His eyes glued on you, his stomach turning at the event unfolding before his eyes.

"I can't keep my eyes off you, the way you grab your friend. You like being wild?" You cringed at the words being whispered in your ears. The more you tried to break away, the tighter he held onto you.

"I'm not interested." You snarled at the man. This only made it worse. He now had a hold of your wrist, turning you to face him. His dark eyes were cloudy with lust, an evil smirk plastered on his face. His free hand traveled from your thigh slowly up to your breast, hovering over them. You told him to let you go, swatting his hand away. Thankfully Natalie had gone to get one of the guys to help get the stranger off you, and she returned before anything could progress. She grabbed your hand, dragging you outside of the club as the boys distracted the man.

"Are you okay? Oh my god, I tried to step in as quickly as possible." Natalie questioned, as she rubbed your arms in a comforting way. Tears flooded your eyes, causing the city lights surrounding you to grow blurry. You began to open your mouth to answer Natalie, but you were interrupted by a loud commotion coming from the entrance of the club.

Two bodyguards rushed out, trying to separate two bodies from one another. You noticed one was the guy who tried to grope you, but you couldn't make out the other guy since the security guard blocked your line of vision. It wasn't until the rest of the group ran out, hollering at the security guard to let him go, that you realized it was Ilya being dragged out of the club. The security guard put Ilya down and told him he was banned from the club, threatening him about coming back.

"I don't give a fuck, keep that pervert away from my friend." Ilya hollered loud enough, the entire line waiting to get in were now staring. David made sure to grab Ilya's wrist, pulling him over to the rest of the group, who were now standing around you. They were filling you in on what had gone down as Natalie brought you outside.

"He went batshit, Y/N. I told that asshole to respect women and now go around groping random people, and he of course tried to play it off, acting as if you were asking for it. Well, then Ilya walked up at that moment, all tough and mighty. He says, what did you just say? So the guy begins to repeat himself, and once he says you were asking for it, BOOM! Ilya punches him square in the face!" Zane begins to explain, which causes everyone to add in different perspectives of the fight that soon followed. How Ilya then climbed on top of the guy and punched him a few more times, taking a punch here and there.

Ilya and David walked back over, causing everyone to yell over each other about how awesome Ilya was in there. But you stood there, silently looking at him. His fist was all bloody and bruised that matched the blood trickling down from his eyebrow.

"Is that blood?" You questioned, carefully lifting your hand to wipe away some of it.

"No.." He winced. You linked eyes, and as if he could read your mind, he began to answer the question you were thinking. "Nobody touches my best friend without permission and gets away with it. I had to teach him a lesson."

"Ilya, you could have been arrested, or worse! Promise me you won't ever do this again?" You stuck out your pinky, waiting for him to intertwine his with yours, something you had done for years. He slowly lowered yours down and shook his head though.

"Y/n, I can't promise that. I already get jealous at guys who flirt with you when you want them too and I already want to beat those guys, I can't and I won't hold myself back when I see you are uncomfortable." You stood there, taken back from his words.

"You get jealous...?" Your voice barely above a whisper. Ilya looked down at his bloody knuckles, avoiding eye contact.

"I got in a fight for you. I think that answer is pretty clear. I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on the minute that you walked through the door that first night I met you. My feelings only grow stronger every day." You cut him off by lightly pressing your lips against his. He was taken back at first but soon began to kiss you back as you heard the rest of the group cheered for the two of you.