Reana

They are 2 cool 4 me

Bonus with no text:

"My Shane, I am picking up oat milk from the store. Do we need anything else?"

"What's wrong, My Shane? You are frowning so much behind your sexy glasses."

"Yes, My Shane, that's it. You always take it so beautifully."

"My Shane! Tokyo Drift is not boring. You have thirty seconds to apologize to Vin Diesel or I am going to bite you."

And then David is telling Ilya softly oh well you know, Shane well, I’m sure he’s told you some of it but he was never really great at the friends thing. He, well he’s a sensitive kid, sensitive man now I mean. You know and he just, people didn’t get him when he was younger. He was really particular about things, and people and. Anyway you know once he got to highschool and hockey really took over he started to find his place, had a few friends but never really a good group of people around him you know? Not that really knew Shane and not just hockey Shane. But it was better than the first eight or so years where he was eating lunch alone. But you know well that’s in the past now, he’s got so many good people around him” and David is smiling voice calm, all of this old, moved through, navigated with his son.

but Ilya’s stomach hurts. Badly. He’s like oh. Oh. Um.

And he’s fidgeting with the corner piece in his hand and he hears Shane’s laugh from the kitchen and he drags his finger tips over his own collarbone. Ilya tries to tuck it away but it itches behind his chest wall as they eat dessert and Ilya holds Shane’s hand the whole time. Shane frowns a little at first like Ilya I need both my hands to eat and Ilya just says “no” and then Shane shrugs and they eat like that, fingers tangled in Ilya’s lap, one hand to eat the pie.

After dinner there’s cleaning and chatting and plans being arranged and then a game of some description on- so they are sat and watching and Ilya gets up to pee and he passes this picture of Shane on his way back to the living room and he’s just kinda stuck staring. Because. Well. That’s his Shane. His sweetheart.

And Ilya gets a big lump in his throat because he and Shane found each other pretty early in life- but he finds himself greedy, he wishes he and Shane had found each other earlier. He wishes he could have been there to make sure Shane never felt alone, misunderstood by those who weren’t family. Maybe little shane could have done the same for him. Taught him earlier on what it was like to feel love and safety from someone else, someone who you weren’t obligated to. And then he’s interrupted his staring and thinking by Shane himself.

Shane’s suddenly there, hooking his chin on Ilya’s shoulder, arms coming around him. “Thought you fell in” Shane mumbles and Ilya smirks because it’s a dumb joke and he loves it. Ilya lays his hands over Shane’s where they are linked on his stomach and turns his head to nose at Shane’s pretty face. His gorgeous boy, so sweet and kind and funny and warm. His Shane who carried a whole big world inside his brilliant brain, who was the best, who let Ilya bathe in his light of the person he was. Who made him feel safe and understood and never understood memes and was horrible at eye contact and had a dirty fucking mouth, loved sex and was filthy and also tracked his protein intake obsessively and never forgot a friends birthday and was so good with babies and was so fucking funny. His Shane who was this brilliant supernova who so many people only ever saw out of the corner of their eyes.

Ilya got to look at him head on.

Ilya leans all his weight back into Shane who takes it, squeezes him until he grunts.

“Okay?” Shane asks, low and warm and he loves Ilya so nicely. Noticed him being quieter during dessert, noticed him being gone for too long to the bathroom.

“Yeah” Ilya says softly and then

“I would of had lunch with you” he says before he can stop it, eyes on young Shane’s glowing face, free and relaxed, his Shane.

“Oh” Shane says softly, and Ilya feels him understand it.

Shane had never been one for grand gestures. 

In all honesty, they terrified him. How many things could go wrong? How many people would perceive him? What if the person he was planning for didn't like it at all, and ended up hating him because of it?

No, he preferred meaningful gifts, time spent together, things like that. But he also knew that Ilya Rozanov, who had always been larger than life, adored all that was dramatic. And Ilya had always loved Shane as loudly as possible, given the circumstances, so he was determined to give him the same on his special day.

Of course, Ilya's birthday fell on a day that they could not spend together. It wasn't surprising, given the fact that the Bears were in the playoffs, but it was disappointing for both of them, since it was Ilya's first birthday since the two of them had become official.

Shane, of course, suggested that Ilya simply lose some previous games so they could spend the time together, to which Ilya told him to kindly fuck off. 

So Shane came up with a plan. 

Using his connections as well as the connections of Svetlana, whom he had befriended after overcoming his initial nervousness, he set the trap. Then, he sat back and relaxed at his parents' house, eyes on the TV, waiting for his boyfriend's reaction.

The game was intense. A battle between Boston and New York that left the teams at a tie at the intermission between second and third period. Shane's heart ached a bit as the camera zoomed in on Ilya's stressed-out face as the buzzer sounded, and he yearned to both pull the taller man into a hug and chirp him incessantly until the fire was back in his eyes. Thankfully, the feed didn't cut to commercial when the announcer in the rink began to speak.

"...have just been told that it's one Boston player's birthday! Here to lead us in singing to number 81, Ilya Rozanov, is his close friend Svetlana Vetrova, along with a surprise present!"

And then, to Shane's utter amusement, Svetlana walked over to a shocked-looking Ilya and presented him with an extremely oversized stuffed loon.

He could see the moment it hit Ilya. When he realized that this was Shane, not just Svetlana, wishing him love in front of thousands on his special day. His face lit up, his eyes filling with tears, and he took the stupid stuffed loon with the excitement of a small child. As the whole rink sang to him, Ilya beamed the type of smile that was usually only reserved for private moments between the two of them-an unreserved, vulnerable glee flashing on his face.

Shane felt himself tear up as well.

"You may have just won him the Cup, you know," Yuna muttered to him, amused disapproval in her voice. "He looks about ready to fight armies now."

“So…” Sirius said slowly with a knowing, suggestive smile as James walked blearily to the breakfast table of the flat they shared, “you had a good night last night, hm?”

James, who was clearly still waking up, froze midstep. “You…shit, how long have you been here?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. Moony has work early today so I decided to come back late last night.”

The taller man blinked, looking truly terrified. “I didn’t expect you until later,” he said hoarsely.

Sirius tilted his head, confused. This had never been a problem before. Even if one of them was home while the other had company, awkwardness had never ensued. That was what headphones and socks on doors were for. “Yeah, mate, but don’t worry. S’not like I paid close attention. Though from what I did hear, it sounded like you had a good time,” he said, sending his best friend a wink. “Was he a good lay, then?”

For some reason, this seemed to make James even more uncomfortable. “I…erm…I dunno how to answer that,” he murmured, voice crackling. “I think, maybe, I shouldn’t.”

Sirius frowned. “I mean, it’s not a hard question. What, you’re getting shy on me now, Potter? C’mon, mate, I know every detail about how you lost your virginity, it’s not like we have secrets.”

“Oh, interesting. How did you lose your virginity, Potter?”

It took Sirius a full thirty seconds to process exactly who was asking that. To realize that Regulus, his fucking brother, had arrived in the kitchen, only wearing James’s t-shirt and clearly having just awoken as well. 

Sirius could only gape, his brain unable to compute what was happening.

James, who was looking back and forth between the two of them, coughed awkwardly and spoke into the silence. “It’s…erm…a funny story,” he murmured, biting the inside of his cheek.

Regulus, however, was grinning at Sirius. “Still want to hear if I was a good lay?” he asked, sitting at the table.

"Shane! Disgusting pizza is here!" Ilya called from the bedroom, obviously having received a call from the delivery driver on his phone.

"It's not disgusting," Shane yelled back from his spot on the couch, furrowing his eyebrows. "Cauliflower crust and dairy-free cheese is just-"

"Just get door before driver throws up from smell!" Ilya interrupted, his tone amused. "Wallet is on table, and don't you dare use your own money or I will score extra goal tomorrow!"

Unable to stop himself from smiling a little, Shane stood, grabbing Ilya's expensive-looking wallet from the table and opening it to fish out a few bills. He greeted the delivery driver quickly, avoiding small talk, and traded the money in his hand for his pizza without any issue. It was only once he closed the door again, looking down to put Ilya's wallet away, that he saw it-something colorful and vaguely familiar stuffed in one of the back slots.

Slowly, he placed the pizza box down on the table to get a better look. Dimly, in the back of his mind, he knew that he shouldn't be snooping. But at this point in their relationship, they'd shared so much, been through so much, that Shane didn't really balk at the idea. So his fingers slid the piece of cardstock from the slot, his stomach flipping as he realized what it was. 

A hockey trading card. He'd have recognized it anywhere. Hell, he'd obsessively collected them when he was young, carefully placing them in binders and protective cases, going to carshops to get the rarer prints he coveted. The telltale matte-shine and the stats on the back brought him a sense of nostalgia, but he still held his breath when he flipped the card to see the image on the front. What card could Ilya find important enough to keep with him at all times? The first printing of his rookie card? An idol he'd looked up to as a child?

He nearly dropped the small rectangle when he saw.

It was a rivals card. Their rivals card, a limited print that had been created early on in their careers. The two of their pictures had been edited to face each other like they were actually vying for the puck, though Shane knew it had been done through photoshop. But still, there they were. Together. In Ilya's wallet.

"The other guys have pictures of partners in their wallets." Ilya's soft voice behind him made him jump, and he turned to see his boyfriend standing there with a small, nervous smile on his face. "It was...nice. I wanted to have, too, but you know. I could...not."

So much said in so few words. They didn't even have pictures together, so even if Ilya could have an image of them together in his wallet, it would have been impossible. But how could he keep a picture of Shane there, when all that they had was clandestine?

"So...you keep this instead?" Shane murmured, holding up the card.

"Yes. For good luck. I look at your face, remember to play like I am playing against you. Is better than nothing, you know?" Ilya said with a smile and shrug, like he wasn't saying the most romantic thing in the world.

"Want want one, too," Shane breathed, already thinking about the slot in his wallet he would put it in. "Where did you get it from?"

Ilya lit up. "Do not worry. I have ten of them," he said, grinning.

Shane let out a laugh of shock. "Ten? Wow, Rozanov. Be careful, or I might think you're obsessed."

Bruce appears at a gala held in Metropolis and after a chilly exchange with Lex, he makes a beeline right to Clark. They chat warmly, Bruce is laughing at something Ckatk said and he sets a hand on Clark's shoulder and all anybody can hear is Lex Luthor's teeth gnashing. Bruce being Bruce starts to send Clark his own gifts: a new sports car, bouquets larger than Lex's, watches, chains etc. Bruce utterly spoils Clark and he wants to because Clark is a friend but also, tweaking Lex's nose is hilarious.

Clark is torn between embarrassment and appreciating how nice the gifts are and how funny it is to see Lex and Bruce fight over him in the media. Lex and Bruce start trash talking each other, accusing each other of stealing their man. They're literally at a gala having a catfight over Clark.

Dick: Hi 😊

Barry: So that's a... kid

Bruce: He's my protege.

Clark, floating over: Hi 😊

Dick: Oh my god, it's Superman 😭😭😭 Batman, it's Superman

Clark, tears brimming in his eyes as he hugs Dick: A baby

Hal: Jeez, what the hell? did you knock up some one nightstand, Bats? The hell is that thing? Where's it's mom?

Dick: She fell-

Hal: I bet that's what she said.

Dick: -from a trapeze... She died

Hal:

Clark: *hugging Dick tighter, eyes glowing at Hal*

Diana, squishing Jason's face: This one has the squishiest face.

Jason, almost in tears: I love you Wonder Woman

Diana, whispering: I would die for you.

Clark: *scuffing his shoes because this Robin hasn't even looked over at him*

Tim: Hi I'm... Robin?

Oliver: You don't sound sure.

Tim, deepening his voice: I'm Robin.

Oliver, who knows his friend lost a kid and this kid is helping him through it: Yes you are. Do you want an Oreo, dear?

Stephanie, hands on hips: I am Robin.

Hal: But you're a girl?

Diana:

Dinah:

Shiera:

Kara:

Carol:

Tatsu:

Zatanna:

The Entire Nation of Themyscira: so you have chosen death.

Damian: I am Robin, son of the Bat.

Hal: That's cute but -

Damian: Silence, worm.

Barry: *chuckling*

Damian: You too.

Clark: Now, wait a minute, Robin-

Damian: *opening his pocket where there is an eerie green glow*

Clark:

Arthur, arriving with a jar: Sorry I'm late, I just-

Damian: is that... Is that a seahorse?

Arthur: um, yes, buddy. He's just feeling under the weather.

Damian: Is it environmental? Perhaps he has a virus? Can I help?

Arthur: Environmental, poor guy got some oil on him. He will he fine. I'm taking him home later. Do you want to hold the jar while I sit in on this meeting?

Damian: *grabby hands*

Arthur: He's a nice boy.

JLA:

Damian, whispering to the jar: I will avenge you, Bucephelus.

Bruce, holding Cass's hand: This is my daughter. Yes, she was an assassin and yes, she is rehabilitated. You will treat her with respect.

Cass: *tugging Bruce's hand*

Bruce: *leaning down*

Cass:

Bruce: She loves your hairslide, Dinah.

Dinah: Thanks.

Cass: 😊

Barbara, seated at the JLA meeting table: I'm covering for Batman. He's busy with Gotham business. He would like to-

Guy Gardener: Sorry but who the fuck gives you the right to-

Babs, not even looking up: You're talking a lot of shit for somebody who doesn't know where Iowa was.

Guy: How did you-?

Babs: I'm Oracle. Now, unless you have something worthy to contribute I would exercise that willpower and shut the fuck up.

Wally: Get his ass, Babs.

Babs: Wally, I know what you searched on your phone last night. You're in no position to laugh. Or judge. Frankly, I was disturbed.

Wally:

Babs: Now, as I was saying-

Barry: You're not a Robin?

Duke: No, I'm The Signal.

Clark: He's a meta. He glows.

Arthur:

Barry:

Dinah:

J'onn:

Zatanna:

Victor:

Billy:

Diana:

JLA: ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US ONE OF US

Ilya, smirking: Kinky.

Shane: I think you're sweet and beautiful.

Ilya: What-

Shane: You deserve to be cared for.

Ilya: Stop, now-

Shane: Your feelings are valid and deserve to be heard.

they never leave my brain…

Bruce has such a sweet personality in the public, a little silly, very polite and always understanding and respectful until:

That time that one guy got hands with Dick at a gala and Bruce fucking body slammed the guy into the ice sculpture. He told the hosts to send him the bill.

Bruce yelling at the paps on the red carpet, channelling Chapell Roan, when they give Duke a hard time.

Bruce elbowing a pap straight in the throat for trying to snap a picture of Cass getting out of a car (Bruce was on the other side)

Bruce going to one of the local newspapers to meet with a reporter and headbutting the guy for cornering Jason and questioning him about his scars.

Bruce telling some homophobic knucklehead to back the fuck away from his kid (Tim was just having lunch with Kon when they got heckled) or he was going to strangle him with a pride flag

Bruce hopping a barrier to pound the fuck out of some idiot who yelled something inappropriate at Damian at some event. Talia immediately called and asked what he was doing that night because he was getting it.