hello dee I'm back from awards hysteria and my prompt for you is in fact the canadian screen awards but 2016: rose brings shane as her plus one to the awards ceremony. she wins an award and mentions/includes him in her acceptance speech (however you wish). ilya reacts to this (however you wish). love ya mwah! x
oh m this is delicious :))))) it seems like these awards are usually between march and may, but for the sake of this it's gonna be in january right before all stars :) [they are broken up already but ilya obvs doesn't know]
Everything was going wrong for Ilya today.
He was stuck in traffic on the way to practice and was late, the liquor store near his home was out of the vodka he likes. His favorite Chinese take out restaurant was closed for renovations.
And worst of all, he missed Shane Hollander so much he felt like his heart, body, and soul were all being shredded into tiny little pieces with no hope of ever being put back together again.
He hated himself for being so fucking stupid. For actually believing that Sha-Hollander could ever possibly feel the same way as he did. That he could ever see Ilya as anything more than a warm body to fuck. He dropped down onto his couch and groaned.
He knew that wasn't how Hollander saw him, not really. He was a sweet, good Canadian boy; he'd never think anything so cruel. But he definitely could never be in love like Ilya was. Not with Rose fucking Landry around. He wasn't that delusional, to think he could ever compete with a gorgeous, world famous actress.
Fuck. He was in love. With fucking Hollander. He finally knew what it was like to want someone so completely, and it had to be the one person he knew the universe would never let him have. A person who already had someone to love. A picture perfect life.
Ilya blew out his breath and reached for the remote, deciding some stupid TV would make him feel better. He took a swig from the bottle of vodka next to him; not the good kind, but good enough. The burning down his throat felt good, felt deserved.
He flicked to the next channel, where he was suddenly accosted with Rose Landry's perfect face at an awards show. Her face breaking out into a grin, having just won best actress for some show she was on. But when she turned towards the person beside her, the camera following her eye line, Ilya felt his stomach twist in what he could only describe as agony.
Shane. Shane was there with her. He was her date. Ilya watched in horror as they kissed; chaste and sweet. Not like the way he kissed Ilya, with so much force and passion that multiple grown men would have to pry them off of each other. The remote slipped from his hand and clattered onto the coffee table, and he didn't know if he wanted to vomit or cry. Probably both.
Rose walked towards the stage, beaming as she accepted her award and went to make a speech. Ilya's ears rang, his heart aching as she gave her thanks. He didn't register a word she was saying until she said the one name he was dreading to hear.
"And of course, Shane. Thank you for being my rock these past few months. You're the absolute best, love you lots!"
The camera panned to Shane, grinning and giving a small wave. A real smile, the kind he had only ever given to Ilya. He bit down on his lip so hard he tasted blood before guzzling down a chunk of what was left of the vodka. He scowled at the screen, his body taken over by a sudden rage. He snatched up the remote and turned it off before whipping it at the TV, smirking in satisfaction at the large crack that appeared.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and scrolled down to his thread with 'Jane', his body buzzing from the alcohol. He knew it was stupid, knew he would regret it in the morning when he was sober, but the seething jealousy consuming him won out.
He knew Hollander wouldn't reply, and if he did, he would be pissed at him. He sat silently and watched the thread until he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He sank back into the couch as he finally passed out, his phone dropping to floor with a thud.
