Bruce can either be a really good father or a terrible one, there is no in-between. It all depends on who he's with and if the reader/writer really understands what they're talking about.
hiii! can you do a holland march x reader fanfic? lots of fluff, friends to lovers. i’m thinking reader gets a little hurt during a rough case, holland has to play nurse and like checks their vitals and they’re nervous around holland so their heart is kinda fast 🤭 they have to brush it off as being hurt but holland checks again later and ultimately leads to the confession(with some teasing ofc). maybe ending with kisses and cuddles?? 🤭🤭
it’s 🪻 btw!! :)
HOLLAND MARCH X GN!READER
You didn't specify a gender so and I lowkey know you're genderfluid so it's gonna be neutral. Thank you to my fav and only anon for the lovliest request!!
Synth: Holland reluctantly agrees to take you with him as he searches for some old lady's missing grandson and you just happen to get hurt in the dumbest way possible...
CW I guess: fluff, friends to lovers, hurt comfort, kissing, that bitch Holly, language, reader is dumb asf and gets hurt cause they're oblivious, mention of murder.
"Driving in my car after drinking a beer~" Holland sings gleefully though a bit bruised up after a long chase. *insert chase sequence here* After much pestering; he had agreed to take you with him as he looked for Mrs Haywoods' grandson. Neither of you could have suspected the reason he had ran away from home is cause he was suspected for murder. With him and his buddy handcuffed in the back seat, y'all made your way to the police station.
"Do you ever not sing that stupid song?" You groaned in annoyance. Even when driving Holly to school he would sing it. It had become his favorite vocal stim after you sang it once. You can't complain much though with it almost always being factual.
The conversation quickly turns into an argument as he switches between lanes to avoid the slow --- who are actually going the speed limit --- drivers. God were the two of you getting tiring and fast. Before you know it the boys had picked the lock of their handcuffs and jump out of the moving car. You had told Holland to get the child locks fixed months ago. Without thinking you react, jumping out the car to chase them. THUMP!
"Holy shit!" He pulls over. "You dumbass," he laughs his ass off before realizing just how bad you were hurt. Unlike the boys you hadn't landed on your feet like a cat with nine lives. "You're the dumbass, now help me!" Holland runs to your aide and carries you to the car.
After what felt like forever; he pulls up to his house. Holly reluctantly lets him inside (CAUSE SHES A BITCH) and her friend is too busy on the phone to notice the two of you. He lays you on his bed and grabs the first aid kit. As he patches you up he checks your heart rate to make sure you don't need a hospital. "Fucking hell, your heart is beating like a gorilla's chest," Blush flushes yours cheeks. "I'm fine." You technically are but your heart still races. He's so close and it would normally make your knees weak if you were standing.
"You sure about that? I could bring you to the hospital." God he never shuts up does he. You think about the hospital for a minute but you know the only place you want to be is with him. You can't help but give him the look he's only ever seen from Holly's mom. The I love you but you're an idiot look. Without thinking he kisses you. He's missed that look.
"I love you too," he whispers against your lips. "I always have."
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I am a fan of the dynamic where there's no leak and Shane moves to the Cens of his own accord and then Shane and Ilya never come out exactly but they just live openly and all these dumbass hockey players are just like
"Oh yeah they're just like that. They live together and room together and vacation together and get mad if they're separated on the bench. And they kiss in the locker room sometimes but it's you know. They're joking around. Good guys. Gay? Well---no I don't think so. I mean that's weird. Roz is a pussy hound. I mean I've never seen him with a woman but you know he is. Anyway Hollander had that whole thing with Rose Landry and he still talks about her, I think he's still hung up on her. Poor guy. I did walk in on Hollander sleeping on Roz's lap the other day but they were just getting in sync for power play you know? You reporters always want to make everything gay it's so weird. What do you mean 'why do they kiss so much' they're the top goal scoring duo in the league"
People will be so mean to teenagers do you literally not remember what it was like to be sixteen. Every time I talk to a teenager I feel I should hold their hands and tell them I think they're one of the bravest people on the planet just for choosing to endure but I don't because I don't want to be creepy.
the domesticity of the cottage destroys me. what do you mean that when given the chance these two curl up together in front of the fire, call each other’s names, touch toes while wrapped up in cozy blankets on opposite sides of the couch, tease relentlessly, demand kisses while relaxing lakeside, play football and video game hockey because they can’t live without a little friendly competition, sleep all wrapped up in each other and so deeply, play around like boys, and offer devotion like men.
The thing is that Ilya has no fucking clue what autism is. He probably read the word when some twitter user called Shane autistic and wanted to look it up but got distracted by a post about Shane's tits or smth.
What he does know though is that Shane folds his clothes before sex. And he smiles at him with adoration when he does it and doesn't rush him or make fun of him for it. He knows Shane doesn't always pick up on his jokes and sarcasm "That's French, Ilya" but he doesn't mind it and would never make Shane feel bad about it or dismiss his response "Yeah I know, Shane". He knows Shane has a PhD in The Arts of Overthinking "Now the bed's all dirty" so he playfully chases his worries away and closes all those open tabs in Shane's brain "What? Shut up". He knows Shane will not rest until he has everything in his life under control so he grumbles when Shane wakes him up in the middle of the night to tell him how they can make it all work but still listens intently to his plan. He knows Shane feels overwhelmed and anxious when stuff doesn't go down as planned "This is my actual fucking nightmare, Ilya" "I'm okay I'm just freaking out I'll be okay in a second" so he softly comforts him and supports him through it "Then maybe it's time to wake up, yes?" "We're good here, your family's here, you're boyfriend's here, we're good here, ok?" He knows Shane has to hear it to believe it "My boyfriend?" so he gently goes "I mean yes, I think so, probably".
He doesn't know Shane is autistic but he knows Shane and he loves Shane and Shane happens to be autistic
