After retiring from the Treasury Board of Canada David Hollander starts a youtube channel of just teaching people stuff “their dad should have taught them” or showing his random house projects and baking adventures. This would open the floodgates to people thirsting after the Hollander parents more.
He gets into live-streaming a little but only for charities, like how many dog houses/cat trees he can build for a local shelter as a subathon. He would gather a niche but decent following but he doesn’t really mentions his famous sons, sure he gets some comments that point it out but it doesn’t ever really break containment.
Until someone tweets:
“so who was gonna tell me Dog House Dilf DavidBuildsIt is David Hollander father of Hockey Legend Shane Hollander and father-in-law to other Hockey Legend Ilya Rozanov ”
if there was one thing jason loved, it was keeping his lives apart. except, being somewhat familial with some of the greatest detectives in this century means things don’t stay secret for long.
includes. . . jason todd x reader. pre-established relationship, a sort of crack fic, damian being nosy, slightly suggestive (not really tbh), fluff.
word count. . . 1.3k
notes. . . FIRST DC FIC!!! thank my friend for giving me a whole new hyperfixation, cause now you WILL be seeing more of me haha. i simply LOVE every fic i come across where jason ends up having to interact with his family all because one of them find out about his love life. truly cracks me up every time. lmk if you liked it!!
You’d gotten off work early that evening, which wasn’t very common with a city like Gotham, especially since the hospital always needed someone there. But after a long time, you had someone to take over the graveyard shift, which meant you could beat Jason to coming back to the apartment at the end of the day.
Arms laden with groceries, you pushed open the front door to your apartment, flicking on the lights as you went. As you made your way towards the kitchen, you could hear a click! before hearing the sound on the lock of your living room window sliding open.
Odd, you thought to yourself, Jason always used the front door. Frowning, you continued putting away your groceries, setting aside the chicken you’d bought so you could marinate it before you fell asleep in the night.
Grabbing a pan from the drawer next to you, you held it behind your back, walking quietly towards the living room.
“You’re not Todd.”
Bitting your lip to swallow down your laugh at the disappointment on the young vigilante’s face, you nodded. “Last I checked, I’m not.”
Robin huffed, and you didn’t need to look at his eyes (hidden behind his domino mask), to know that he was appraising you with a cold judgement you can only ever find in pre-teens.
“Would you like to stay for dinner, Damian?” The young Robin’s scowl sunk even more into his face as he followed you into the kitchen where you’d begun removing a chopping board and a knife. “Jason should be home soon.”
“Does Todd often speak of secret identities with civilians like you?”
You chuckled, shaking your head. Jason’s younger brother was very similar to how he’d described him to you. “I would hope so, I’d like to know my boyfriend’s family.”
“Todd and I aren’t related.”
“Okay,” you hummed, now chopping vegetables while a very observant twelve year old stood at your hip, studying you. “I can make a vegetarian meal for you if you’d like to stay.”
Robin pursed his lips. “What were you making?”
“Pulao,” you’d turned on the heat on the stove, placing the pot of rice on one, “if you’re staying, can you grab me the garlic paste from the fridge? It’s in the door.”
Damian paused for a moment, brows furrowed (you could tell from the creases in his forehead) as if thinking things through, before obeying your instructions.
.
The flat was unusually loud when Jason got back from patrol. Usually, the vigilante would find you passed out on the couch, your phone having fallen into the creases where the lit screen was draining your battery, or with one of his classics limply resting in your grasp as you waited on him to go to bed together. Tonight, however, was different. The television was on, low sound echoing out from the living room into the entryway. Not thinking much, he went towards the kitchen to put away the ice cream you’d asked him to bring in case you’d fallen asleep watching a movie again. You did that sometimes.
“Hi, sweetheart, I’m— what are you doing here?”
“Nice to see you too, Todd,” Damian crossed his arms across his chest, rolling his eyes at the newcomer like Jason didn’t have a bat he didn’t want anywhere near him in his apartment, interacting with you.
You didn’t even bother to look up as you continued arguing your case. “Hi honey. . . you have to admit that it makes sense!”
The young boy frowned. He’d taken off his mask and cape since the time dinner had ended. “If they were capable of changing the law in the first place, why put Amelia through the whole courting process? She could have just changed the law from the start.”
“Then you wouldn’t get a movie, Damian.”
The boy simply rolled his eyes. Jason eyed the two empty plates on the coffee table, which no doubt held dinner at some point. Damian had clearly been here a while.
Jason sighed, dropping down onto the couch behind the two of you before glancing at the television screen. You were watching Princess Diaries 2 with his younger brother, the credits now rolling on the screen.
“Seriously, what the fuck are you doing in my apartment, demon spawn? And don’t you have school tomorrow?”
“Jason,” you’d smacked him over your shoulder. He looked at you pleadingly, wanting the young Robin to be anywhere but in his house.
“I was investigating.”
“Into my personal life?”
Damian looked up, defiant. His eyes were blazing with the knowledge he’d acquired during his so-called ‘investigation.’ “Yes. You do not show up on time for patrol, or you leave without returning to the batcave, which you know Father asks of us to do. I just had to make sure you weren’t doing anything unbecoming of a Wayne.”
You looked up at Jason, who simply shrugged. The moment you’d texted him to let him know you’d left the hospital early, and to get some ice cream on his way home from patrolling, he’d very easily found his reason to skip debriefing with his siblings— not that he needed much reason even without your request. This just gave him a bigger reason to come back to you earlier.
“Aw, do you care about me, little demon?”
Damian looked like he’d sucked an entire lemon dry, his lips pursed into a tight scowl at Jason’s insinuation.
“I care about you not getting Father, Alfred, or I into trouble.”
“So you break into my home to make sure I’m not,” Jason nods like this is totally normal behaviour. You chuckle, getting up.
“It is not breaking in if I was invited to stay after,” Damian harrumphed, eyes narrowed at his older brother. “I was made dinner.”
Jason mimicked Damian’s expression, still entirely irritated about his unwelcome guest. He was thinking the two of you would have a peaceful night in, not have one of his siblings crash land into his apartment.
The two of them continued to bicker as you got up, pressing a kiss to your vigilante boyfriend’s forehead and patting him on the shoulder as you passed the two bats to go to the kitchen for your ice cream.
“Your reaction is totally undignified for affection from someone you’re seeing, Todd.”
You heard the loud thump of one of the throw pillows of your couch. “Go home, Damian.”
The sound of the window closing soon after made you laugh.
“Finally.”
Jason had migrated into the kitchen, setting the dirty dishes in the sink before wrapping himself around you as you put his meal into the microwave. “I have you all to myself.”
“Hello to you too.” You tilted your head back to look up at bright eyes that were filled with warmth. “How was today?”
“I think you had a better day than me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss in the crook of your neck. “Missed you.”
You hummed, leaning your head to lay on Jason as he peppered kisses to every inch of skin he could reach, his arms holding you close to him, as if trying to mould the two of you into one.
“Todd, could you have the decency to at least wait until I leave your area before you decide to fornicate.”
Damian had returned, hands on his hips as he stood at the entrance of the kitchen.
“Everything alright?” You asked, moving away from Jason, who groaned at the loss of contact, heading towards the microwave as it beeped. Damian nodded once, curt.
“I returned for my cape because Todd all but shoved me out of your window.”
Jason stood up, fingers rubbing at his temples before pointing at the window behind the young boy. “Get out, before I do it again.”
“Gladly,” sneered the youngest Wayne, now once again in full Robin costume. The cape swished as the window clicked shut.
Jason waited for a couple seconds, hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him, dark, hungry eyes burning into yours. You looped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, his eyes locked in on your mouth.
"And my girlfriend, of course," he still was looking beyond where the eye could see, and she was pretty sure that's where you were standing. "She's the one who's staying with me tonight.”
Alia had never been more red at a roguish wink intended to be for someone she wasn't.
Or, where… The entire world learns how Carlos actually acquired the nickname “Smooth Operator”.
includes… norris!reader, fluff, sexual themes, untranslated french & spanish (idk how to put the translations). oh, and people loving chilli (as they should 😌).
notes… i’m currently writing this alongside a charles and danny fic lol. also, thanks for a 100 followers, ik it isn’t a lot in the grand scheme of things, but it still made me happy to know you guys enjoy the bullshit i daydream instead of paying attention in my courses.
word count… 2.3k.
CARLOS SAINZ BEING A SMOOTH OPERATOR FOR 7 MINS AND 55 SECS STRAIGHT. aka, Carlos talking about YN LN for forever.
Alia clicked onto the video, chuckling at the disclaimer that said the video would start at the time stamp mentioned because they wanted the time to be the exact seconds as mentioned in the title.
“Ce sera bon,” she giggled, watching the first clip in the compilation.
Carlos was leaning against the barrier, post race sweat shining across his forehead and down his face as he answered interview questions. A text in the corner let her know it was after the race in Silverstone in 2021. His maiden win, a P1.
“And how did it feel?” the interviewer asked. Carlos grinned, looking elated and basking in the glory of his win. “Your maiden win, with Ferrari. That must be a big deal!”
“It feels great!” Carlos exclaimed, eyes flitting off towards the end of the screen as his smile lit up even more before he continued. “It feels like we’re doing what we’re supposed to, and we’re going in the right direction.”
The interviewer nodded and asked another question. “So how do you plan on celebrating? Any plans?”
“Yeah, Charles was saying something about going out to celebrate,” Carlos hummed, thinking about it. “Will probably just spend the evening with friends,” he smiled, eyes catching sight of something behind the interviewer, far from the camera’s lens, but Alia had an inkling of what or rather who had caught his attention.
“And my girlfriend, of course,” he still was looking beyond where the eye could see, and she was pretty sure that’s where you were standing. “She’s the one who’s staying with me tonight.”
Alia had never been more red at a roguish wink intended to be for someone she wasn’t.
The second video was a continuation of the Silverstone win, a shaky video that was clearly taken by a fan as they captured you running after your boyfriend who was heading back into the motor home, jumping onto his back as he held you up, adjusting his grip on your thighs. Despite not knowing what was being said, Alia could clearly see the pure, unadulterated love that Carlos radiated as you pressed a kiss to his cheek before he let you down, arms wrapped around his middle as you looked up at him, smiling wide, hands presenting the bouquet of flowers you had in your hand.
The video cut off when Carlos pressed a deep kiss to your lips, hands gripping your face as he held onto you, flowers falling in between the two of you, faces red with your smudged lipstick when the two of you pulled apart, walking inside the red motorhome that belonged to the Scuderia Ferrari team. Alia blinked rapidly, glad that the clip had changed. It felt like she had intruded on something she should have never been able to.
The third clip showed you donned in orange, representing your boyfriend’s old team as you stood next to Lando, your younger half-brother. The twenty one year old driver and you were deep in an argument about a book you were reading, something you did often as you tried to solve the mystery the fastest, the loser having to buy the other dinner.
“It has to be—“ Lando was caught rolling his eyes at your screech, the arms of a Spanish driver lifting you in the air as you held on for dear life. “Carlos!”
“Ay cariño!” Alia laughed at Lando pretending to throw up beside the two of you. She recalled the way twitter had exploded when this clip had come in Drive to Survive for the 2021 season.
Twitter had been in flames, and every person had begun scouring for clips of you and Carlos through various social media outlets to find how it had happened. Alia had been one of them herself.
“And maybe I could—“ Carlos jumped at the contact of the coldness against his stomach, turning around to see you laughing as you ran away, the man chasing you instead of talking to the camera. You jumped in the pool just as Carlos reached you, drenching him in water as he followed you in. The camera angle changed to Carlos’ cousin, who had an unimpressed look.
“I’m surprised he lasted this long without swimming with her,” he mumbled, making Alia laugh. The clip was taken from Carlos’ youtube channel, where he’d documented his mid-season break in his first year with the prancing horse, and he’d been in the middle of explaining his season so far when you’d come on screen, water from the pool still on you as you reached Carlos.
“This is my time to shine, canard!” you cried, playfully upset as you stood in your bathroom, a robe on and hair pushed back with a fluffy headband. Carlos was leaning in the doorway in full view of the camera, his shirt sticking to his body due to his workout with Robert. The man smiled, walking to stand behind you as he grabbed your waist, kissing your cheek.
“You’re always shining, mí reina,” Carlos’ hands went to pull off his shirt when you pulled it back down.
“I’m not paying for the Only Fans paywall for this,” you joked, patting his abdomen.
“Mi amor, we’d be kicked off of OnlyFans if it were real,” he murmured, quick and soft, but the red on your face was visible beyond the confine of your neck, which told Alia it was definitely something dirty. The thought was sealed when Carlos winked at her, picking up the spare headband and clapping his hands, as if he were preparing a meal in a restaurant.
“Okay, so welcome to my Vogue Beauty Secrets— Oi!” he was laughing as he wiped at his face, watching you blink innocently at him, holding up a towel for him.
“What? You had to wash your face.” You grinned, handing him a moisturiser. “See what I have to deal with? A man child who did not learn how to moisturise.”
“Ay mamita, no hay necesidad de contarles todo!” he exclaimed, gently rubbing in the product you’d handed him. He’d been yelled at by you too many times for his aggressive scrubbing.
“The video is literally titled beauty secrets, amor. I’m supposed to give them some.”
“I thought it was your time to shine?”
You shrugged, grinning happily as you continued to go through your skincare with your boyfriend, the two of you bickering back and forth, nearly forgetting about the video until you apologised once you started applying your makeup. Alia could see Carlos in the background as he kept talking to you throughout the video, little comments upon yo ur beauty that highlighted your blush even more, and made the comments go crazy.
“Who are you wearing?”
You grinned at the interviewer, knowing her after the multiple times she’d been the one asking you questions. “I should be asking you that. Can we— get a shot of her please!”
You gestured to her dress, the camera following your movements as you complimented the host before answering her. “It’s vintage Chanel.” You thumbed at the gold chains adorning different parts of the dress.
“Which means I have to be careful with it later on,” added Carlos, the man standing next to you as you did an interview for your new movie on the red carpet.
“I’m regretting getting you as my plus one, my grandmother’s watching this!” you groaned, hiding your face in his chest as he chuckled.
“She loves me,” he told you, unfazed and smiling softly at you. Your lips quirked up in response, eyes not leaving his.
“And my brother,” you told him, watching him shrug. You patted his chest as you turned back to the interviewer who was watching with a fond smile. “I’m sorry, I haven’t trained him well.”
The girl in front of you laughed, waving you off to say it was alright. Alia smiled as she watched the two of you weave into the crowd, still in the centre of attention as the camera angle changed, now one of a fans as they captured the moments after where you jokingly grabbed onto Carlos’ ass when the photographers yelled at you, the man pretending to look scandalised as you laughed, following him inside the cinema.
Lando was standing with Carlos, the two of them having come with you for the release of your newest thriller movie while you spoke to the fans, signing and taking pictures with them.
“What do you plan to do after?” called a fan. You were notorious for not staying throughout an event, always captured at a fast food restaurant or heading back home with either Carlos or your brother or your friends.
“Spend time with my lovely girl, Lily,” you said. “But she was busy, so I had to bring those two,” you jabbed a thumb behind you in the vague direction where your boyfriend and brother were. Carlos looked shocked at your reply, making Alia laugh.
“That’s not what you said last night, cariño!”
Lando looked mortified as he smacked his friend. “That’s my sister!”
“Maybe you should find a girl then, stop poking your nose in my love life.”
Lando crinkled his nose. “That’s not your love life, mate. That’s more than— hmph!”
Carlos covered Lando’s mouth. “There are children here,” he nodded sagely, making you roll your eyes with a fond smile as you turned back to pay attention to the fans.
The clip ended with the three of you walking away, you shaking your head at the two boys who you claimed to be third wheeling, walking after them with a fond smile, the scene captured by a fan attending the premiere. The video compilation had a red screen that read the words BONUS! with the text Carlos Sainz is a fake operator below it.
“Hi, I’m sorry, could I bother you for a second?”
The next clip was one that made fans cry with laughter every time it was brought up. You had become a household name in the paddock during the 2019 Formula One season, tagging along with your younger brother, Lando Norris. The text in the corner said that the video was from the Australian Grand Prix, on the day of qualifying, taken from that year’s season of Drive to Survive.
Carlos hummed, smiling down at you as he listened to you speak. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I said, could you direct me to the McLaren motor home? Y’know, the one that looks like a papaya?”
Carlos laughed as he nodded, telling you he was going there himself. The camera caught the two of you as you walked towards the place, the conversation not caught by the Netflix crew, but they did catch a very flustered Carlos and Lando, who looked mortified.
“What happened there mate?” asked Charles, hands shuffling the cards he was given as he watched Carlos shake his head, shifting in his seat. The two had just watched a video of his first interaction with you, Charles leaning into his side as they shared the iPad in the Spaniard’s hands; the Scuderia team’s drivers were answering fan questions for the Ferrari youtube channel.
“I basically thought that she was dating Lando,” clarified Carlos in the following clip, watching Charles laugh heavily.
“You thought she was dating her brother! Her brother!” Charles was howling, wiping his eyes. “Oh, mate…”
Carlos groaned, rubbing a hand down his face.
“He really isn’t as smooth as he claims he is!” called a voice off camera, Carlos glaring at the person, but the stare held no malice in comparison with the smile.
Alia laughed as she turned to the comments section.
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user fuck romeo and juliet, i want what these two bitches have
edit: ma, i’m famous!
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user if they don’t get married, istfg love is dead.
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user even my grandma’s ashes wants them to get together.
user girl- 💀
user you should have added their whole feud because carlos couldn’t stand the fact that yn likes pineapple pizza 😭😭
user if they break up, i’m never gonna believe in love
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user same bestie, same
user if they need a third, i’m available.
user you should do one of yn third wheeling carlos and lando, they’re the real romance here
when i sleep for three days and appear at dinner on the third night it's always "oh, hamlet, we're worried about you" or "get yourself together, people lose fathers all the time" but when jesus does it, it's a miracle
Yeah cause when YOU’ve slept for thee days we all know you really haven’t and all you’ve been doing is plotting against your uncle, the king. It’s a wonder you haven’t been tried for high treason yet
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likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
The rookie teammate dynamics seem to be that Kimi's gained a mom, Ollie's gained an older brother, Gabi's gained a controversially older boyfriend, Isack and Liam have gained each other as frat bros, and Franco is in the ninth circle of hell
My current not-approved-by-the-government opinion is that im not anyone's parent and i should not be responsible for random teenagers online. If I post smth thats 'meant for adults' and its labled as such then what happens from there is literally not my problem. If a teen- who is fully capable of turning on self moderation settings on their own btw- doesn't use a site's provided self moderation settings and they see boobs or dicks then like literally whatever, its neither the end of the world or a big deal. It shouldn't fall on me or a website or a tech company to do a parent's job, and also frankly i don't think a parent should be breathing down their 16 year old's neck on the off chance they do actually want to look at tits, but thats a discussion that americans will fucking throw a fit at so maybe we'll discuss that another day in better company.
"But what about young children!!" see thats! where parents should be involved- that is to say, why are you letting your young child on the internet in the first place, you fucking idiot.
