it’s been a few days & i’ve just started writing oops so here’s a teeny wip of ilya & the pillow spray
the pillow spray debacle - wip
They’re in bed for the night and cuddling when Shane brings it up. He kisses Ilya’s forehead and then starts. “So I’ve been doing some research.”
“Uh oh,” Ilya responds with a smirk. “That’s never good.”
Shane rolls his eyes. “Oh shut up, you asshole. I’m being serious.”
Ilya hums and kisses Shane’s pec.
Shane takes a deep breath, knowing the subject will be hard to breach at first, but he’s nothing if not determined, especially when it comes to Ilya and his wellbeing. “I know sometimes you have trouble sleeping.”
Ilya doesn’t respond and hides his face in Shane’s neck. Shane pulls away and redirects Ilya’s face, so they’re looking each other in the eyes. “Hey, hear me out. Pozhaluysta,” Shane knows the Russian is a low blow, but it works. Ilya nods at him.
“So I was doing some research on what may help, and turns out that a lot of people find sleep pillow sprays helpful,” Shane continues.
“What is that?” Ilya questions.
“They’re kind of like a room spray, that’s for pillows. The scents are supposed to calm your mind to help you sleep. And it wouldn’t be just for you, I’d use it too. You know how much trouble I have falling asleep when we’re on the road, hopefully it’ll help with that.” Shane knows Ilya has a hard time talking about his symptoms of depression, so he’s hoping that including his own use and need for the spray will convince Ilya to let them try it. He gives Ilya a small smile as he waits for a reply.
“You’ve already bought one, haven’t you?” Ilya asks, a knowing look in his eyes.
“Of course I have. I’d like to try it, to see if it helps either of us. I can spray it on my pillow first, and if either one of us hates it I'll grab a new pillow case and we can toss it or give it to my mom or something.”
Ilya nods, giving Shane a silent go ahead. Shane reaches over to his night stand drawer and pulls out a small purple bottle. He sprays it directly onto his pillow. The scent hits him first, and he has to admit that it is calming. But it clearly hits Ilya right after, and Ilya’s breath starts hitching.
“HA-AATSHIEW! AATSHIEW! AATSHIEW!” Ilya sneezes into cupped hands around his nose.
“Bless you, baby. You okay?” Shane asks. He hears quiet hitches, a sign that Ilya isn’t done yet.
“HUH-PTSHIEW! APTSHIEW! APTSHIEW! C-c-can’t s-stop! HA-ATSHIEW!”
Ilya can barely catch his breath between his words and his sneezes, and Shane can see his eyes starting to tear up from the sheer force of the sneezes. He grabs Ilya’s arm and hauls him to his feet, grabbing Ilya’s tissue box before ushering him out the bedroom door and to the guest bedroom across the hall.
