#once again the godfather is for the girls
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I just watched the godfather trilogy for the first time & I swear this isn't bait but I was wondering if you had any opinions about the women in the movie(s)? I don't want to be like "these movies are sexist/misogynistic" but I also wonder if there's something to be said about how the women are portrayed? Like personally I thought there was an added layer of tragedy, in the second movie especially when Michael struggles with his dad's legacy & he goes to his mom for advice but she offers so little & then dies like man... what if there was more of her perspective... was it intentionally done, that by ignoring or dismissing the women in these men's lives it contributed to the uh, tragedy of it all? Especially with Kay, how her character progresses in the first two movies & the choices she makes. Or if it's just what women are "reduced" to in these types of stories & it's just me (maybe missing the point as well) that saw it as an addition to the other tragedies/losses?
I think it would be unfair to simply label these films as "sexist" when they reflect the period that it was set in extremely well. It would be like saying that Pride and Prejudice was sexist because it was set in a time when women couldn't inherit their family's land and titles. Well duh, it was a sexist society! That's why it's so fascinating to watch this family scramble to find husbands for their daughters while the second eldest rebels against her gender constraints!
Actually, for a movie that mostly surrounds men, there are a lot of dynamic female characters in The Godfather with actual depth and character development. Coppola doesn't make his female characters' background accessories with blank faces and no personality. They are dynamic human beings with their own sorrows and desires. Even the most minor characters like Sandra (Sonny's wife) get a scene where it's made extremely apparent that she knows that Sonny cheats on her frequently and that she has a lot of built-up resentment in their marriage for it.
The movie also has a lot to say about traditional gender roles and how it provided some women with protected lives behind their husband's achievements while forcing other women into a cage of miserable submission to their husbands. On one hand, we have Carmela, the matriarch of the family who is the traditional wife and mother figure. She seems to have had the luckiest marriage out of the bunch because even though she was in a traditional marriage, her husband respected her and loved her. However she also willingly ignored the reality that Vito built a criminal empire and therefore doesn't really understand Michael's internal struggle with his father's legacy and losing his own humanity. She kept herself at arm's length to the criminal side her whole life and therefore doesn't understand how someone can lose their humanity or their family. In her era, family was EVERYTHING no matter what your husband is or does.
On the other hand, there is Connie, who is married off to a wannabe gangster who viciously abuses and cheats on her. And even though she's the Don's daughter, nothing is done to protect her from her abusive spouse. Why? because also in that period, women essentially belonged to their husbands. Even Carmela quickly reminds Sonny to not interfere with their marriage because it's no one else's business. Connie is trapped in her own personal hell built by a society that restricts women in their own households, which Coppola shows the consequences of (RIP Sonny)
And then there's Kay - the essential "Modern American Woman" who is thrown into this chaos world when doom and gloom savior son Michael makes her his wife. Unlike the other female characters (including Apollonia as her character foil), Kay cannot look away from Michael's criminal life like a wife is taught to. Kay was not raised as a traditional Sicilian housewife. She tries to be one for years, but she can only stomach this world for so long before she actively turns her back on it and ends her "role" in it by aborting her child and divorcing Michael. She can almost represent how modern feminism slowly began seeping its way into society where women no longer have zero agency over their lives and bodies. Instead of continuing to get pregnant like the dutiful wife for Michael to get his next son, Kay eventually said F That I'm done bringing more kids into this nightmare
The Godfather series as a whole is about change. New Dons replacing the old ones. Power shifting inside a family. Sons getting stepped over for other sons. Selling illegal liquor and gambling to selling drugs. Trying (and failing) to make an illegal business into a legitimate one. The change in women and their roles in that world also changes too which is why I like the film so much. It speaks on so many layers of society and how it grows and changes
#the godfather#the godfather part ii#francis ford coppola#michael corleone#vito corleone#answered#anonymous#feminsim#the godfather series#long post#kay adams#connie corleone#thanks for the ask i love analyzing this movie!!#once again the godfather is for the girls
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February 14, 2025
The screen is dark as the newest episode of Drive To Survive plays.
The title read “The Rookie.” It was finally time for the episode that everyone had been waiting for since the 2024 season ended.
The opening scene starts with multiple flashes of cameras. If people watched the 2023 season, they would know exactly what circuit it was. The Elvis impersonators would give it away as well.
Standing in a circle was the current world champion, two Ferrari drivers, and the Papaya duo. They smiled forced smirks for the cameras. Yet, they dropped them once they realized the cameras were not pointing to them. The Netflix camera filmed them all turning to face the front. Most of the drivers had confused looks.
“I didn’t know Checo was a Cars fan,” the microphone picked up the words from the red clad Spaniard.
Max smirked, the camera zooming in on the Dutchman.
“He’s not.”
The camera angle changes to the back of a young woman, blond hair bouncing with every step. A red scarf flowed behind her, white body suit sparkling under the flashes of all the cameras.
The screen flashed the title before a producer chair was put in a spotlight. The camera angle switched to a back view as a driver walked around and sat in the chair. Their face is completely nonvisible from the camera angle, but people know who it is.
The lights dim before brightening, and the camera angle is back on the chair with the driver. Blond hair reflects the lighting, as well as a nice smile. The episode clapper is in her hands.
“Please state your name and team for the camera.”
The woman in the chair took a breath.
“My name is Y/n L/n and I drive for the Italian team, Scuderia Ferrari.”
She clapped the black and white box. A loud beep sounded in the studio as the camera crew started to laugh. The girl in the chair started giggling as well, before acting serious again.
“Yeah, that was a lie. I drive for the best, the Honda RBPT Oracle Red Bull Racing Formula 1 team. Red doesn’t look the best on me. I prefer navy.”
She smiles, trying not to laugh once more.
The camera quickly cuts to black and then fades into a clip, that looks similar to a home video. A young girl is smiling for the camera, tiniest helmet in her hand.
“How old were you when you started karting?” a voice sounded over the video.
The blond cocked her head in thought. She smiled at the nostalgia that was running through her mind.
“I was five.”
The same little girl was now in a kart, doing donuts on a driveway.
“My parents had gotten me a kart as a present. They had been talking about starting me as soon as possible. I mean, I had toy cars before for practice. My first one was a bright pink Barbie car and I got that when I was 3.”
The clip changes to a different scene. This time, it was of a karting circuit. Multiple kids were aiming for the first place spot, but a singular pink kart was going around the outside, taking it from them.
“I remember my first time winning. It was 2008, a few months after I got my kart. All the boys there looked at me weird when I showed up with my hot pink helmet.”
“Where you scared?” the interviewer leaned in, awaiting the answer.
“Of the boys? Not one bit. They should have been more scared of me.”
It was now a black screen, but multiple voices shouted over it.
“Y/n L/n wins her first feature karting race.
“That is another win for the female karter!
“Y/n L/n wins the European Division for karting in 2010!
“L/n takes the 2012 Italian Karting Division Championship!”
“Karting will always be a part of me.”
“Who kept you going?”
The girl gave a sad smile to the camera as she looked down at her hands. She knew she had given them permission to talk about the subject. She just didn’t know that they’d go right off the bat.
“My godfather, Lorenzo.”
The screen changed to a clip of the small girl running to a taller man. The man was knelt down in the grass, arms open wide to catch the running girl. A gentle smile was on his face as he looked at the trophy in the child’s arms: almost too big for her to carry on her own.
“I believe that without him, I wouldn’t be in this chair. I owe it all to him.”
The scene changes once again, to multiple clips of an F4 and F3 car crossing the finish line.
“Y/n L/n wins her first F4 race of the season!
“Is she going to take home the championship today? Yes she does! Y/n L/n is the 2018 Formula 4 Champion!
“It is a new year and we are seeing a lot of new rookies in Formula 3. Hold on, is that Y/n L/n? Ah it is! So glad to see the girl here today especially after last year!
One of the regulars on the show, Will Buxton, was now in the seat.
“What are your thoughts on L/n’s rise in Formula 3?”
Will leaned in, getting focused.
“You have to have such a good foundation in your family and close friends, to be supported, to be good like that. Because without good support, a driver cannot be a good driver.”
“L/n is across the line to take home her first F3 race win. We were seeing her looking a bit down earlier, so I hope this brings her spirits up because she is making history today.”
“So, I was disowned right before that race that I won in F3.” The blond shrugged. “I really never had any good support other than like three people. At the time, two of them were just staff too.”
She giggled at the revelation, knowing what Buxton had said beforehand.
“Another win for L/n, making her the 2019 Formula 3 champion. Ladies and gentlemen, you do not want to miss watching this racer ever again.”
Somber music now plays in the background.
“How nervous were you when you made the jump from the Formula 3 division to Formula 2.”
The girl gave a nervous scoff. “I was terrified.”
Clips of pictures filled the screen.
“I had just lost the only person in the world who I know still cared for me.”
“Heir to the Alessandrino Fortune Has Died”
“Former Italian Karting Champion Lorenzo Alessandrino Has Passed Away”
“Lorenzo Alessandrino, 2001 Formula 2 Champion, Is Dead”
“Y/n L/n Makes Motor Sport History as the First Woman To Start in Formula 2”
“L/n Takes the Formula 2 Feature Race”
“Y/n L/n, History Maker: First Female To Win a Formula 2 Race”
The headlines fade into a video of the podium. A 25-year-old Max Verstappen is visible, holding the 1st place trophy. He is seen watching the 17-year-old Y/n L/n shed some tears during her national anthem, while pointing to the sky when it finished. He gingerly stepped out and handed it to her when cued. She graciously took it from his hands and offered him a wide smile. Max stepped back, watching the young girl openly cry in front of thousands. On the inside, he wished he had that strength.
“I could tell something was off that day.”
A new driver was in the chair. Male, blond, and in the same team uniform as the female was. Anybody who’s anybody knew exactly who that was.
He sucked in a breath. “Obviously, I didn’t know her or what she had been through at the time. Now knowing, I wish I had given her a hug.”
Max let out a chuckle as he reminisced on that day.
The screen flashed and the woman was back in the chair.
“I knew who he was. Everyone knew who he was.” Her hands waved around. “Max Verstappen, probably one of the greatest drivers to grace the grid. No one just skips most of F3 and all of F2. You have to be great. And that was Max.”
“Was he your favorite driver on the grid at that time?”
She let out a snort. “Oh gosh no.”
Everyone in the studio laughed.
The scene changed to you sitting next to Charles at one of the debriefs in Las Vegas. You had no clue why they put you there, because last you knew, you weren’t driving. However, they had said something about wanting the pole sitter and you (who had done the fastest lap in FP1) to talk for a bit.
Your cheeks were a bit heated as you were truly sitting next to your hero. Charles could only smirk at your very shy nature next to him. He watched you rattle off about some part of the car and the balance.
The Monegasque cut in.
“See, this is why she is perfect to be Max’s teammate. They could talk all day.”
Everyone around them laughed, along with you who gave some quiet giggles. You rolled your eyes.
“Let’s not talk about the fact that you have your own ‘Leclerifying’ hmmm?”
The girl smirked at the camera. “There was a certain McLaren driver that always tried to get the attention of a select Spaniard. If Lando was obsessed with Carlos. I was obsessed with the other Ferrari driver. I tried to get his attention on Twitter, er, well now X a couple of times. It was still Twitter when I was using it.”
“Of course I noticed her tweets.”
A new driver was now in the seat once again. This time, he wore the iconic Rosso Corsa team polo.
Charles smiled as he looked down at the multiple rings on his finger. His hand came up to his neck to fidget with a certain necklace. His smile grew as he thought on the memories.
“I thought it was sweet. A young driver was trying to keep up with the big leagues. I’m pretty sure I responded a couple of times. And Sebastian had put in a good word for her.”
“Sebastian?”
Charles’s eyes widened as he smirked.
“Vettel. He’s known her for longer than anyone here has.”
The scene changed again.
The girl was back as she clapped her hands.
“Charles made my day whenever he responded. To me it was probably like if Harry Styles responded to a fangirl’s tweet or Instagram. I always hoped that I’d make it to Formula 1 and could maybe drive beside him.”
“We were told that you know retired driver Sebastian Vettel.”
The blond smirked, not nervous but confident.
“Yeah, I know him. He was really good friends with my godfather.”
She leans forwards and fixes her shorts.
“It’s kind of how Max was close to the Schumacher family. Lorenzo worked with Seb multiple times in the very early 2000’s when Seb was still in karting. I want to say probably even before I was born as well. He was a little bit older than Seb, more like a mentor. I was able to catch up with Sebastian around 2020 and I got to meet a few more people.”
“People such as?” they prodded.
“Kimi, Nico, Mark. I’m pretty sure I met Lewis like once though when I was pretty young. Like probably around 2015. I got to watch a couple of Formula 1 races with them in 2020.”
The camera cuts to a man wearing the Mercedes logo on his polo. His braids are kept nicely as he smiles at the camera. They hand him a picture of you and him in 2015. His eyes are wide as he keeps looking at the photo and then to the camera.
“This was her?” Lewis questioned, letting out a small laugh. His eyes squint as he tries to get a closer look in the dark room.
The scene changes once again, the female driver back in the seat.
“Were you nervous that you might not have made it? To Formula 1 after what happened in 2020?”
The blond looked down at her hands.
“There were a few years where I was convinced that I wouldn’t.”
The screen fades to more headlines.
“Y/n L/n enters a second year of Formula 2 with PREMA”
“The Future for F2’s Only Female Driver is Uncertain”
“L/n Is Out of the Last F2 Race of the Season”
“PREMA Drops L/n for Her F2 Final Season?”
A clip of a meeting of some sorts flashed on the screen. You were looking quite down as you picked at the end of a table as someone read off a paper. You didn’t even want to pay attention as they were nailing the final nail into the coffin.
“Prema Racing has decided to let go of driver number 89, Y/n L/n. After the 2022 season, she will no longer race for or have any affiliations with Prema and will be replaced by Ollie Bearman.”
You spoke up. “But I have a contract until the end of 2023.”
The representative glared at you, before looking back at the page and kept reading. “Since driver 89 has underperformed in the past 2 years, Prema has decided to break contract. Compensation will be sent at a later time.”
Vito had silently grasped your shoulder to offer you some comfort, but the hurt had already been done. You were going into a season for the first time since F4, you didn’t have a secured future in the sport.
Ollie was sitting on the other side, watching you sadly as they basically read your death sentence. The camera zoomed in on you playing with a pen. If one were to look closely, they could see tears streaming down your cheeks.
Will was back in the seat.
“A driver without a contract or team cannot drive.”
The scene changes back to the driver.
“I mean. I had other options. On the side I was talking to Sebastian and even Nico. I was trying to keep my eyes open for something, anything. Except, it turned out that I didn’t need to.”
More headlines flashed.
“DAMS To Sign Both Leclerc and L/n for 2023”
“Y/n L/n Wins First Two Races of the 2023 Formula 2 Season”
“L/n Wins Her Third Race with Teammate Arthur Leclerc Behind Her”
“Y/n L/n Makes History Once Again: First Female To Win Formula 2 Championship”
“Y/n L/n: Youngest Driver To Win F2 Championship”
The girl is back in the chair, the spotlight on her.
“I didn’t know that I’d get the championship my final year. I was skeptical. I really thought that I wouldn’t be able to, since it was my final year, I had been dropped, and I had a new teammate. But I had a really good teammate and a better team. They really put everything into me being the best driver.”
“What did you think would happen after everything was over? You had won the championship with 1 race to spare.”
The girl swallowed before speaking. “Obviously, I thought I didn’t have many options. At the time, it seemed as though every door was closed. I kept talking to my manager about it, and every time he said he would come back empty handed. I even talked to him that morning, and he just had a sad smile on his face.” She paused. “I knew that even though I could be the champion, I had nowhere to go after that.”
The person in the chair changed.
“So, that was all a lie,” Vito spoke to the camera, a smile on his face.
The scene had changed. Vito Accardi, Y/n L/n’s manager, was seated in a chair. It looked like he was stressing over his laptop. Stella, L/n’s race engineer at the time of 2023, was seated across from him. He was silently tapping a pen on the table as he looked over the words on the screen.
“Too many junk emails?” she teased, settling into her chair.
The male shook his head.
The screen showed multiple contracts up at once, lines upon lines were highlighted. The headers at the top of each contract showed very recognizable logos.
He smirked as he looked directly at the camera. “I couldn’t tell her anything until I knew that there was something for certain.”
“How many teams wanted her?”
“All of them.”
The scene changed to a past driver’s get-together: one that no one had seen before. The group consisted of Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, Fernando Alonso, Daniel Ricciardo. An odd group, but they were just waiting around (or hiding on a Wednesday).
Charles was looking down at his phone, while Max was watching him closely. The Monegasque’s fingers were typing at a lightning speed.
Lando was the one to point it out.
“What’s got you in a tizzy?” the Briton asked, pulling Charles out of whatever fog he was in. He quickly turned his phone off.
“Ferrari is wanting to sign someone else, but wouldn’t be able to do so until 2025. Except her manager insists on a seat for 2024.”
Lewis had his interest piqued. “It is Y/n L/n?”
“Yeah. My brother has put in great words for her, along with Sebastian. Pierre also says that Alpine is thinking of options too. She’s,” he huffed, “very good. Almost a little too good.”
The other Mercedes driver took a sip of his drink. “Toto was just talking to me about that, but he said the same thing. There aren’t any seats available until 2025. But he wants her.”
Lando rolled his eyes. “So we’ve all gotten the talk about how all the team principals want to sign her. Even McLaren is speaking about how to get her a seat somewhere. Testing driver or something like that.”
The older Spaniard spoke up. “It would be foolish not to. She has generational talent. Stroll is looking at her as well.”
“So are we. Except there aren’t any seats,” an Aussie added.
Max was quietly reading almost every article he could get his hands on about her. In the back of his mind, he knew that Checo was going to retire after this year (especially after what happened at Mexico). He quickly sent one to Christian, only getting a thumbs up.
Daniel bumped Max. “You’ve been quiet over there. What are your thoughts on the potential rookie?”
The Dutchman looked up. “What rookie?”
The scene changed back to the Italian man.
“I’ve been her manager for years. I knew exactly what she needed at that moment. Sure, I could have told her, but I knew she wanted to race in 2024 and not wait. I’m not her manager for nothing.”
“How did you get in touch with Red Bull’s Christian Horner.”
The man adjusted in the chair. “Well, even though she wasn’t on their junior team, the actual brand Red Bull was one of her sponsors in karting.”
The scene changes once again, this time the Team Principal of the currently reining team was now in the seat.
“Vito had gotten in contact with me when she first started F2,” the older Briton said. “But we wanted to see what would happen. We took a chance at Max, way back then. But this was a bit different.”
The interviewer asked, “Because she was a girl?”
Christian shook his head.
“Because she was 16 at the start: younger than Max was by two years. Sure, she turned 17 at the end of the season due to a later birthday in October. But, we took a step back to see what she could do, especially now that they changed the age rules after Max. She was dropped by PREMA, and we almost took the chance then to maybe bring her in as a development driver. But, Vito was adamant about her wanting a championship. She wanted records broken, and she did.”
“How did everything go down? Before she knew.”
He smiled.
“I called him right after I got the article from Max. Youngest to win an F2 Championship and a female on top of that.”
“Was everything pretty smooth sailing?”
He shook his head. “I was advised not to sign her, but I was told ‘no’ for Max and you see where that got me. I wasn’t going to let her go to a team that wouldn’t let her shine.”
The scene changes to the RB19 being driven out at the mock track for training. The girl’s white helmet was a stark contrast against the deep navy of the car. The camera panned to the mock pit wall. Multiple people pressed buttons as they watched you take lap after lap.
A much older man just looked on with pinched eyebrows, not really interested in seeing what the girl had to offer.
After the final testing times had been clocked, he stood up and slammed his papers on a table, before he left the pits. Christian smirked as he watched him stalk off. He knew he made the right call for the second time.
“How did it feel being in the seat for the first time?”
The girl, back in the seat, responded, “It felt surreal.”
She kept talking as the screen faded into clips of the car.
The aerial view watched as the car look several laps: getting close ups and shots of the car going around the corners.
“I went from having the door slammed into my face to the door being blown to bits.”
“Did Vito ever tell you that he was talking to multiple people at once?”
She looked at the camera. “He did. But he knew what I needed. That’s why he’s been my manager since 2018.”
The scene changes to multiple flashing cameras as the girl walked into the paddock for the first time in Vegas. The cameras followed as she straight up walked to the group of older guys, introduced herself, and followed Max as he walked away. The rest of the guys watched her animatedly talk to the man who hated every second of the Las Vegas Grand Prix.
“The beginning of your season was filled with a lot of highs,”
The screen flashes to multiple clips of you raising trophies, especially highlighting your podium in Bahrain.
“And lows.”
The female’s eyebrows raised. “No kidding.”
The scene changes to your car flipping in Suzuka before panning to people’s reactions. Many people immediately stood up. Others put their hands over their mouths. Many stayed sitting, frozen in shock over what they just saw.
The screen fades to black, but radio messages can be heard.
“Kid, you have to answer me.”
“Tell me you’re ok. You need to respond.”
“I can’t lose you too.”
Charles was back in the chair. Tears could be seen in his lash line as he exhaled a shaky breath. He closed his eyes, trying to get over his emotions.
“A crash like that doesn’t happen every day. It was awful, just waiting to hear back from her. Really took me back to 2014. Reminded me of Jules. On the same track. Rain. I don’t think I would have finished the season if she hadn’t made it.”
The scene changes to multiple marshals standing around the car, trying to get to you. Except, you were trapped. They didn’t want to start cutting, just in case there was a fuel leak. They did not need for the car to catch fire.
“I remember watching Lewis just turn around,” George said, now that he was in the seat. “He kept shaking his head and muttering. I couldn’t stop crying.”
“Y/n is a driver who was shy at the beginning, but then got more comfortable with you as time passed. She became precious to everyone on the grid.” Oscar offered a smile, but it fell short as he remembered Suzuka.
“There hadn’t-” Lewis began, but cut short. He swallowed before he kept going. “There hadn’t been a crash like that since 2014. And the last time it happened, he didn’t make it. I was honestly preparing myself for the worst.”
Max shrugged his shoulders, trying to be nonchalant. Yet, anyone could see that his hands were shaking just a bit, his fingers picking at his skin.
“She just wouldn’t answer. And then they got Arthur Leclerc on the radio, thinking that he could get to her. Even then, she didn’t respond for what felt like hours. We were all waiting, on the pit lane, just hoping that she’d start talking soon.”
“What did it feel like for you in the car?”
The female was back in the seat.
“All I really remember was seeing the sky and the grass as I rolled, and then nothing. I had totally blacked out. When I was coming to, I just remember hearing so much through the radio, I didn’t know what to make of it. I think I laughed as I answered. I was just happy to be alive.”
“We know that was your first DNF. Thankfully the second wasn’t as bad.”
“No kidding,” she laughed. “My car just doesn’t have very good balance.”
“You’ve had lots of podiums. Which one was the most fulfilling?”
The girl looked up in thought. Her eyes narrowed, truly going over her options. She didn’t want to have to talk about certain matters, but she didn’t want it to be brought up later.
She answered, “Imola.”
“What was so special or daunting because of it?”
The blond harshly inhaled, before smirking a bit. “Well, lot of people knew how it ended.”
The scene changes to multiple police cars around the paddock. The camera barely caught a glimpse of two people being let away in handcuff before panning over to the group of drivers. The lens zoomed in on your face, a big bruise forming by your eye. Max was standing protectively near you as Christian was still yelling at the people in the car. The other drivers can be seen hovering around the scene.
Max gulped before he sighed.
“I knew it was bad, but not this bad. I’m just glad that I had gotten to her in time.”
The female stretched. “Except I got a trophy out of it, so, I wasn’t too sad.”
The scene changes to the next race, where most of the drivers were waiting for the parade. They could tell that someone was missing. Except, right when Lando was about to bring it up, you walked in. Sunglasses were on your eyes, trying to hide the ugly yellow and purple blotch on your face. Except, it didn’t do too much to actually hide it.
“Afternoon,” you said, sipping on a drink that you brought. Your fingers took off your glasses, multiple drivers wincing. “It’s not that bad.”
Lando rolled his eyes before muttering, “They shouldn’t have been allowed back in.”
Max handed you an icepack, which you grabbed immediately. Logan brought you into a side hug and let you rest against him.
The Dutchman let everyone know that you had finally gotten your restraining order approved. Smiles adorned the rest of the drivers’ faces at the news.
An older Aussie was now in the seat.
“I wasn’t there when she met everyone. But I watched Max let her follow him, in Vegas. It was cute, ‘cause I’ve never seen Max act like that before. But she’ s been a good teammate to him. Not trying to be rude, but I’m also putting myself down when I say this: she has been the best teammate that Max has ever had.”
The scene changes to you and Max in a car on the way to a race. The two of you are seated next to each other and phones are in your hands. A sudden gasp from you has you reaching over to Max, your hand smacking his chest.
The Dutchman winces. “What?”
“Taylor Swift broke up with Travis Kelce. Fernando has his chance.”
Viewers would have thought that Max would seem uninterested, but his eyes widened and he was suddenly leaning over, trying to get a good look at your phone.
“You’re lying.”
“No I’m not. See?” You just handed your phone over and Max was instantly enthralled with the device, fingers scrolling quickly.
“It’s definitely like they have a competitive sibling relationship.”
Max watched as you were talking to Oscar, the afternoon after you hit his car. Max smirked as he walked past and bumped you on purpose. Your head whipped around, trying to find who did that. Once you saw Max’s shoulders shake as he walked away, it was over. You quickly said goodbye to Oscar before running up to Max.
What he did not expect was for you to jump on his back, almost sending him face first into cement. He stumbled but his arms were quick to grab your legs. Your giggles were loud next to his ear, but Max guessed that he’d let you stay.
“I know for a fact that it’s been good to see Max a bit more carefree. Y/n really brings out the good in him. She really does that to everyone though.”
Rain was pouring down in Brazil, due to a hurricane in the area. The race had been canceled and Max was just chilling in the garage. His eyes caught your figure walking out into the downpour. He watched as you just stood there, getting drenched. That was until you started dancing to no music at all.
Max got up from his seat and walked over to a manager.
“May I?” he asked, the manager nodding his head.
He plugged his phone into a jack and clicked on a specific playlist that the two of you had made together. Normally, it would be playing while the two of you warmed up to get ready in the car. But now it was playing as you continued to dance.
Max quickly joined you and bumped you with his hip. The cameras caught you looking up at your older teammate, whose body was quickly getting drenched. Before long, the two of you were dancing in the rain.
And very possibly, the other drivers joined in too.
“She really cares for him. It was like they met and clicked right away.”
Clips of you and Max filled the screen. Walking together in the paddock, signing things for fans, doing stupid things for media day, congratulating each other after races.
It showed you checking on him after a DNF, wanting a legitimate answer if he was okay or not. Once Max gave the thumbs up and Mitch told you that he was, the cameras in your car showed how your body visibly relaxed after know that he was ok.
“Sure, they’ve had their troubles.”
The scene changes to Max passing you in Monaco.
Your voice was heard over the scene. “What an asshole.”
The scene changed to you not letting Max pass and him hitting the back of your RB20 in Belgium.
“That was a rookie mistake.”
The viewers knew that they had deliberately cut a certain action out of the scene, but it was something that they were actually thankful that Netflix cut.
“But they always apologize and get back to it. I think that’s how she got her first win. She needed to know that they could truly work as a team.”
The scene showed you and Max giving each other a big hug in The Netherlands after Max won the Dutch Grand Prix.
The scene changes once more.
“How was it? Winning in the city of red.”
“Words cannot express.”
The screen showed you walking in on that fateful morning, bright orange car in the background. You waved to the crowds, who seemed to get louder with your attention. Your smile brightly shone as you kept walking, only stopping momentarily for a few autographs and pictures.
“Y/n L/n On Pole in Monza – Youngest Pole Sitter in F1 History”
“There she goes! Y/n L/n has won the 2024 Italian Grand Prix. She was starving, but now she’s been satiated. The youngest pole sitter and turned that into a win.”
“Y/n L/n – First Female To Ever Win a Formula 1 Grand Prix”
"Y/n L/n Hailed as 'The Long Awaited' by Italian Fans"
The camera pans to the girl standing on the nose of her car, hands stretched up reaching for the sky. Max, who had DNF earlier, came over. She grasped him tightly, legs around his waist. Christian was behind them, joining in the celebrations. Soon, the entirety of the crew got over the barrier and flooded the area. The two Ferrari drivers, in a respectable P2 and P3, watched as the female driver was almost covered by people. If it wasn’t them, then they were glad it was her.
The blond returned back to the seat.
“Let me tell you, the after party was probably my favorite part of the weekend. Well, besides the winning part.”
“After Monza, how did the rest of the season go.”
“Well, I did go on to win 3 more races.” The girl smirked.
Clips of the number 89 car crossing the finish line cover the screen.
“Y/n L/n takes her second win of the season after Monza in Mexico!
It showed you waving to the crowds of Mexico, flag draped over your shoulders with a sombrero on your head..
“A homecoming of sorts, Y/n L/n wins a third race under the lights of Las Vegas!
Your fists were clenched as you shook them while your knees were bent. The while Elvis suit kind of glowed against the night sky.
“L/n wins her fourth race of the season in Abu Dhabi. Ending a perfect rookie year on a high!”
The crowds watch you get on your hands and knees before your car. Your hands outstretched in almost a mock bow to the machine.
The scenes show the you hoisting up three more trophies, all while pointing to the sky after each one.
The interviewer looked down at their questions, before glancing back up at the girl.
“What was your worst race? One that you didn’t DNF.”
The girl didn’t even hesitate. “Qatar.”
“Why is that?”
She shrugged. “I thought it would be cooler.”
The screen goes black, but then changes to a very busy scene. People could see medical personelle holding onto a driver by their arms. Their legs all but dragged along the concrete. Lights flashed around as they brought her to a makeshift cot. Her helmet was ripped off along with the cloth under it. You gasped as you tried to catch your breath. Your cheeks were red and your hair matted with sweat.
“I need an IV and cooling towels now!”
“Her blood pressure is dropping, she’s going to pass out again.”
“Hey, you need to stay awake. Do not close your eyes.”
“Her breath is more shallow, she needs to cool down. Get buckets of ice and water.”
It changes to a podium, but only two drivers are present. It was supposed to be a Papaya sandwich after Oscar had gotten his first actual race win. They looked worried and barely stayed for the celebrations.
The cameras followed as the orange drivers as they ran to the Red Bull garage once the podium was finished. They expected to see you still unconscious, since that was the last they heard before the podium. Yet, they were surprised to see you upright and smiley. An IV was connected to your arm, but you were awake.
Oscar ran, before wrapping his arms around you.
“Do not do that again. I can’t believe that you kept racing.”
You smiled up at him and Lando.
“What can I say? I’m indestructible.”
“She’s impressive.” A German voices his opinion now that he’s in the seats. “I don’t wish to say it, but I’m glad she’s at the different team. I don’t know if we would have been able to give her the car that she needed.”
The interviewer looks a Toto for a moment, before continuing. “You think she’ll leave Red Bull at some point in her career?”
The Mercedes Team Principal shakes his head. “No. She’s going to stay until she retires. I’m sure of it. But who am I to talk about staying with a team forever.”
The scene changes to you and Max, both casually hanging out. You sighed as you looked down at your phone. Max quirked an eyebrow, but stayed silent, giving you the go ahead to spill.
“They’re asking again if I’m going to be staying past 2026.” Your arms waved around before you huffed and they fell at your sides.
The Dutchman rolled his eyes. “Are you wanting to stay past that?”
You grinned at the older driver. “Can’t go anywhere when I have the best here.”
The scene changes to the blond female Red Bull racer, back in the chair once again.
“Do you think you’ll ever move teams?”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t think I will. It seems that every racer’s dream is to drive for the team in red, but not mine. I’ve always wanted to just race for the team that will get me places, and I think that Red Bull can stay on top for many years to come.”
The interviewer continued. “What do you think you’ll do after Formula 1.”
She smirked.
“After, I want to collect. I’m thinking the triple crown. Probably go to endurance racing and then 1 year of Indy. I know I’ll be able to do it.”
“If you could have your dream team for Le Mans, who would it be?”
“Either Leclerc in addition to Max. I don’t think I could be anyone else’s teammate ever.”
Clips of Charles, Arthur, Y/n, and Max showed on the screen. They might look like an odd bunch, but they worked somehow. Arthur had been promoted at the end of 2024 to actually drive for Porsche in the 2025 Qatar endurance race. Late in the editing, they were able to sneak in a clip of the four of you celebrating after he podiumed.
“So, we heard that you and Max were able to sign new contracts at the end of 2024. How long are the both of you going to stay.”
The girl thought for a moment, trying to think of how to word it correctly.
“Well, we both have kind of open ended contracts like Charles signed in early 2024. Christian said that he’ll do his best to keep us there, but we aren’t bound. I plan to stay for a while and so does Max if they keep giving us good cars that can still dominate.”
“Do you plan to break any more records? You sure had a lot in the past season as well as early years.”
“How many do I have?” she asked.
The interviewer counted. “Five.”
She smirked for the final time for the episode. “Five? That’s hardly enough. Let’s make it interesting and get 6.”
Everyone in the room laughed at her joke.
The screen cut to black and the episode ended. Yet when the female racer retired, they went back and added one more thing.
“Y/n L/n went on to be the most decorated racer of all time. She ended up breaking 22 records in the duration of her entire motorsport career, that no one has been able to touch since.”
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give you my wild, give you a child !!!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which fans are once again spinning theories but they're just making more memories — and family members apparently.
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for when you have everything you ever wanted. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader
warnings - language
author's note - posting this before i go ghost for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow :// i love u so much thank u <3
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yourusername last night out for a while ❤️
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username i have trust issues
username someone ban that acc from updating abt y/n and charles i've had ENOUGH
username dad??????!!!!!!!!!
landonorris thank god i CANNOT babysit you anymore
-> yourusername i'm not that bad
-> landonorris you ran away from me and charles and we found you in a souvenirs shop trying on glittery boas
username mother mothering like mother never mothered before
-> yourusername literally
*yourusername deleted this comment*
username WHAT DO U MEAN BY LITERALLY?????
username me when u
username no bc these pictures are from WEEKS ago bc she posted an ig story and her hair was short and she's not even in monaco atm
-> yourusername slow down sherlock
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yourusername he's been moody lately and we finally found out why! u gave me ur wild and now ur giving me a child ❤️❤️❤️ thank u for making me a milf although i'll be doing the most for us but those 2 seconds won't go unappreciated
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username GIRL REALLY VIOLATED HER BABY DADDY LIKE THAT
username LMFAOOSOOSOSJS
username "those 2 seconds won't go unappreciated" PLEASE
username milf to be ❤️
carlossainz55 godfather is me, no doubt?
-> danielricciardo back off
-> pierregasly please
-> maxverstappen1 hi?
-> landonorris i'm y/n's favourite
-> yourusername ur all equally shit
username IM SCREAMING AHSHSJWJEHSJ
charles_leclerc now if i say something i'm gonna be the bad guy
-> yourusername yes
charles_leclerc you said you loved me :(
-> yourusername i do bullying is js my love language
charles_leclerc can i even argue with you?
-> yourusername u have one (1) brain i have two don't
username im so so so excited to see how all this unfolds like this is gonna be a treat and im rubbing my hands js thinking abt it
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★ OSCAROO AND BABY CHRONICLES | OP81
Scenario: its the qatar grand prix race weekend, and baby piastri is making her first appearance at a race. (requested)
Pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader
A/N: this was a CHALLENGE considering the lack of content involving oscar with kids, but i think it turned out okay! god bless girl dad oscar 🫶🏻
— SATURDAY: SPRINT RACE —
“There is our race winner,” the commentator narrates as Oscar gets out of his car. Off comes his helmet, then his bevalavca. “Smiles all around for the Piastri family as his wife congratulates him,” he continues. You smile at Oscar, holding Joey with one arm as you embrace him. He wraps his arm around you, the other going around your daughter, careful not to hit you or her with the helmet in his hand. “You did so good, Osc,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you step back. Joey reaches out to Oscar, and he takes her into his hold, one of the Mclaren crew members taking his helmet and head piece off of his hands.
“There goes baby Piastri, into the arms of her father. What a sweet sight. Alright, post races interviews are hosted by Mark Webber, and we will see you guys in the cooldown room before that.”
— 🏎️
“Into the cooldown room we go and,” the commentator pauses, laughing at the sight, “There goes Joey, chasing down Oscar, as usual,” he says. Oscar smiles to himself, knowing his daughter is right behind him. Despite the adrenaline of winning the race, the Qatar heat had not been kind, and he decides do sprawl out on the floor, the cool ground soothing his hot skin. “Max joins Oscar on the floor, and as expected, there goes Joey, mimicking her dad,” the commentator laughs again as Joey lays down in the same position as Oscar.
— 🏎️
“I have to use the bathroom so bad, I can’t hold it,” you tell your husband, the pair of you laughing to yourselves as he ushers you off, taking your daughter once again. “Guess you’re doing the interview with me, Joey,” he tells her, planting a kiss to her head as he walks back out, Webber waiting. The older australian smiles, handing Oscar a mic. “Well, who’s this little lady?” Mark asks, despite being Joey’s godfather. It’s evident that he’s no stranger to the young girl, as a wife smile spreads on her face, chubby cheek’s prominent due to the action. Mark smiles and reaches out, tickling her arm. She giggles and curls into Oscar, instinctively tugging her hand away. Mark laughs, then turns his attention to Oscar for the actual interview, all while sweet his sweet little Joey is snuggled into him.
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ynpiastri wowee, what a weekend. i’m so beyond proud of my love, @/oscarpiastri. you deserve this win, and so many more. i love you forever always. ❤️
also, congratulations lando on another pair of podiums, and max on your third wdc! love you guys. 🫶🏻
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maxverstappen1 thank you yn!
landonorris THANKS MUM! i love you too
⤷ ynpiastri your welcome, my child
⤷ rizzciardo i love yn and landos relationship so much
papayabull “wowee” i love when yn talks like oscar 😭
verstappensgirl THE PICTURE OF MAX AND JOEY OH MY GOD THIS HURTS I LOVE HIM
⤷ norrisnation in landos post race interview, you can see max holding joey in the background 💔
⤷ mclamg i saw that </3 it was so cute
papayamax yeah i’m gonna need about 4-7 business days to process the picture of max
⤷ papayabull GIRL i need a whole vacation to process all the content from this weekend
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ynpiastri a celebratory family dinner 🫶🏻 proud of my boys (and so is baby joey, as you can see)
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ynpiastri @/maxverstappen1 i’m sorry i didn’t include you in the post 🥹 i made it before you showed up
⤷ maxverstappen1 no worries :)
oscarpiastri 🫶🏻 i love my girls
⤷ landonorris what about me? 🤭🤭
⤷ oscarpiastri no
⤷ papayabull LMFAO HELP OSCAR IS SO FUNNY
landonorris food was good im coming over every single day
⤷ ynpiastri okay bet i love having you over (and so does joey)
⤷ norrisnation JOEY LOVES LANDO ‼️ IM SOBBING
logansargeant please tell me baby piastri didn’t forget about me
⤷ ynpiastri no, she actually asked about you and was sad that you couldn’t make it </3 just means you have to be there for the next one!
⤷ logansargeant oh BET
cameforoscstayedforyn yn is so sweet :( the way she’s so close with logan lando and max is my most favorite thing
formulapiastri yn referring to lando and max as family is my roman empire.
⤷ ogformulaone THIS and mark webber being yn’s godfather
⤷ formulapiastri omg YES…and yn saying logan is family (in an interview a while back) 😭 baby piastri has such a good group of people to grow up with
All feedback is incredibly appreciated! Thank you so much for taking the time to read. 🫶🏻
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⋆꙳✧༄ Dad!Suguru
❖ Character: Geto
❖ Reader: female
❖ Summary: shortly after the events with the star plasma vessel Geto finds out you're pregnant. Will this change his life to the better?
❖ WARNINGS: mentions of pregnancy
❖ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! | Thank you to @littleoanh for letting me ramble and for putting fuel to the fire 🫶
ꕤ Dad!Suguru who asks you to repeat yourself when you break the news, dropping the cup of tea he was currently carrying over to you. He just couldn't stop shaking after, frozen to the spot as the carpet at his feet slowly soaked up the hot tea.
ꕤ Dad!Suguru who will hold you tight - but not too tight once his brain processed your words, eyes tearing up out of happiness. He just can't believe that you two created something this beautiful - that you're carrying his child now.
ꕤ Dad!Suguru who refuses to leave your side, additionally having curses around you all the time, not wanting to risk any harm coming your way. Losing Riko right before his eyes left a scar and he's terrified that he can't protect you properly as well.
ꕤ Dad!Suguru who can barely sleep, preferring to watch over you all day to the point where exhaustion shows physical effects. You get his best friend Satoru to watch over you for a few nights a week so Suguru can at least sleep a little bit. Satoru Gojo is the only one he trusts to watch over you
ꕤ Dad!Suguru who can't believe how lucky he got when he found out you're expecting a little girl. Thinking of all the beautiful names because his daughter will for sure grow up to be a beautiful and strong woman and deserves to be respected by her name alone.
ꕤ Dad!Suguru who talks to the little bump when he thinks you're asleep, promising his little girl the entire world and more. Always having a hand on your belly and smiling wide when he feels his precious girl kick or punch against the warmth of his hand.
ꕤ Dad!Suguru who not only gives forehead kisses but also belly kisses now, spoiling you rotten to a point where you won't have to lift a single finger - promising to treat his daughter just as gentle.
ꕤ Dad!Suguruwho lets his daughter sleep on his chest all the time, thinking it's adorable how she always holds onto his long hair with her tiny hands.
ꕤ Dad!Suguru who was a little bit concerned to let his curses out around her, not wanting to scare her but the way her tiny little hands reached out for the rainbow dragon with the sweetest giggles made his heart melt, knowing she's coming after him. He lets some of his curses out so she can play with them or cuddle them while they watch over her in her tiny crib.
ꕤ Dad!Suguru who's constantly scolding Godfather Satoru for making his girl cry by teasing her or for being reckless with or around her. Gojo spends a lot of his days apologizing to you and making sure his little sunshine is smiling again, oftentimes ending up asleep on the couch, the little girl holding onto him tightly.
ꕤ Dad!Suguru who looks at you and your daughter like you put the stars in the sky just for him. There's not a single day where he doesn't stop what he's doing just to look at the both of you in awe, wondering how he ever got so lucky.
ꕤ Dad!Suguru who one day disappears without a trace, feeling like a failure for leaving his family behind but the path he chose to follow is one he has to walk alone, knowing Satoru will take good care of you two.
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HIS MINI WORLD
ft: Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader
summary: Leon experiencing fatherhood. From the day his little miracle's heart started beating to her first steps.
warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, self doubts but overall this is just fluff and nothing more!
wc: 1.4k
author's note: Hello! This is me once again bringing dad Leon content. The last time I wrote him was for Christmas hehe. I don't really know what I did here since this like a combination between headcanons and mini drabbles but hey, it's something. Anyway, take care!
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Leon who ever since you announced you were expecting he switched to dad mode. All of his friends needed to know that he was now a father to be. Claire? The first one to know. Chris? He needed to know that he may as well be the godfather of his little blessing.
Leon who was next to you at every ultrasound appointment. He couldn't even make out where this little bean was but he already called them the most perfect thing. Because, after all, it's the perfect combination of both of you.
Leon who is the first one to buy parenting books. He often told you not so common facts as he read in the middle of the night. Do you know that babies are born with the ability to swim? He made sure to tell you even if you were fast asleep.
“Darling…” Leon gently shook you, his voice was hushed yet it was enough to stir you from your sleep and say goodbye to your precious dreams.
“Mhm…? What is it?” Being woken up in the middle of the night wasn’t something you were looking for. Especially since you already grew used to Leon’s schedule. However, you tried not to show any signs of grumpiness.
“Do you know that our baby can recognize music? So… if we put some headphones on your stomach they might know what we usually listen to!” His voice was barely a whisper but it wasn’t enough to hide his excitement.
“Go to sleep Leon…”
Leon who has all the money in the world to buy the most expensive and glamorous crib, yet he wanted to experience how it was to build it. So, he made it from scratch. Of course, with Chris’ help. Even though both of them ended up with splinters in their fingers.
Leon who would rarely argue with you. But when the time comes when you disagree about something and go to bed a bit mad at each other, he would place a hand on your belly as he whispered: I'm mad at you, not at them. Eventually, both of you would forgive each other, even if the argument was just a silly disagreement.
Arguing with Leon was obviously something doomed to happen in your marriage. As much as you wanted it to be peaceful and problem-less, your personalities sometimes crashed. It never led to an actual fight. But Leon was… stubborn, even if he knew you were right, he'd never admit it.
So, as you lay on your side hoping that sleep comes faster, you feel a strong and calloused hand over your belly.
“I'm not angry at them so this is only fair.” Leon said, rubbing and caressing the skin that was starting to stretch as it gave the baby more space to grow.
After a couple of seconds of silence, Leon started to feel guilty for not giving you attention. You were carrying his baby, he couldn’t act this immature.
“Sorry…” Leon sheepishly apologized for his previous banter. An argument should never make them go to bed angry at each other.
“I'm sorry too.” You finally responded as drowsiness started filling your mind and body.
Leon who responded “I just want them to be healthy,” when someone asked him about his baby. But he was a bit too happy when you announced to him that he was going to be a girl dad. In his mind, he wanted to have two beautiful princesses next to him. And now, heaven is allowing him to achieve his dreams and leave behind his sorrowful previous life.
Leon who may as well go bankrupt since he buys everything he sees at the shop. Tiny pink dresses and teddy bears are his favorite things to buy. His little princess deserves the world, she’s already his whole world.
Leon who would speak to your bump, his words full of promises and wishes for his baby. And even when you were asleep, he would go on for minutes, expecting his little miracle to hear him.
“You will be so loved… Everyone is waiting for you.” He said one night, a hand caressing the side of your belly.
“I have already bought so many toys you will be playing with. Daddy loves you so much.”
Leon who has to go on missions, he can’t just quit. But, he keeps a photo of your ultrasound in his wallet, next to yours. A totem of his love, a physical item that reminds him he needs to return home.
“Shit…” He hissed as the nurse helped him sit down on one of the chairs. He had recently just come back from a mission which took a toll on him. It wasn’t especially hard since he had help from his new team, yet he believed his age was starting to show in his body.
“Mr. Kennedy, your belongings…” The nurse spoke to him for the first time as she picked up Leon’s jacket which had fallen as he sat down. Leon thanked her before he started searching for something in one of its pockets.
For a while, he paid no mind to the nurse ministrations. The alcohol swab stung just a bit as she cleaned an injury on his side. Eventually, he found what he was looking for.
He pulled out his wallet and there they were, the photos he always carries with him. A proud smile showed on his face as he was reminded that he had succeeded in another mission which meant Heaven granted him one more day to live. He was alive and ready to continue living..
Leon who would practically faint when you told him the baby was coming, that the time has come. He had previously made scenarios about this situation, thinking that he was prepared but dear God… he wasn’t.
Dad Leon who sobbed when he heard his baby’s cries for the first time. However, this time, those sounds didn’t come from someone who was suffering as he is used to hearing in his line of job. Those cries were the living proof that he was once again, given a second chance in life.
The first one was when you agreed to marry him.
He held himself from grabbing his daughter out of the nurse’s arms. It’s not that he didn’t trust the medical team, but he has waited almost 9 months to see, to hold his miracle.
And even though a part of him fears that his hands are too stained from his job, from his past, and from the near future, he knows that his and your hands will be the ones guiding your baby.
Dad Leon who doesn't know what to do once you were discharged from the hospital. He couldn't spend one second away from the both of you, always checking if you needed something.
Dad Leon who speaks with his daughter as if she was already a grown-up. Her babbles and his words fill the living room as they both engage in a serious conversation.
“Bwaaah”
“Yeah, I get it. But you have to understand my point too. If we increase the price of milk people are going to buy even less.
“Bwah…”
“No need to get so political, miss. I’m simply offering some feedback about the supply and demand of this product.”
Dad Leon who wears matching outfits with you and his daughter. Is the little one wearing pink today? Guess everyone else will too.
Dad Leon who tries so hard to teach his baby how to say dada. Da-da Da-da, that word is starting to haunt his dreams. However, life works in funny ways since his little one decided that her first world would be “No.”
Dad Leon who is terrified when his daughter starts walking. Those wobbly steps make him have a heart attack each second.
Dad Leon who hates it when his kid falls and cries. He would literally just look the other way for a second and boom, his daughter fell to the ground. Between the sobs of his little one, he could hear how she says she got a boo-boo. God, he hates gravity.
Dad Leon who sometimes cries from happiness. Watching his baby girl grow fills his heart with so much joy and pride. The world was a messed up place but whilst he lives, he’ll make sure that no danger ever comes across you two.
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Hey could you do one for Fernando Alonso with wife pregnant! reader where she surprise him with the news during their anniversary with the help of their child? (He's at Aston Martin) Just something fluff and cute. You decide how it ended. Tag me later! Thanks!!
#1 girl dad
summary: above ^^
pairing: nando alonso x fem!reader
warnings: slightly suggestive | pregnancy talk
genre: fluff!!
notes: I will be continuing to work on requests, sorry for the slow posts 🫶
LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO
“Camila? Do you want to help me decorate for Daddy’s surprise?” You ask out softly to your daughter Camila, she’s only five years old.
You knew you and Fernando were a bit late to having kids- but it didn’t matter, you and him were both happy.
“Yes mommy..” You hear her quiet voice call out from her bed, she had just gotten up from a nap, tired from trying to stay up for Fernando to get home.
It wasn’t that late- maybe 10-11 at night, but that was late for your Camilla.
Now it wasn’t a normal day, it was yours and Fernando’s anniversary, 8 years together.
While you had planned to have a nice dinner, and watch a movie, he had some sim work to do which pushed the timing of everything a bit back.
You didn’t mind, you were used to the uncertainty of things.
Plus- you had Lance Stroll to help.
You have at least thirty minutes before he’ll be on his way back home.
Thanks Lance, I owe you ❤️
Don’t worry about it, just make sure I’m her god-father
Right of course, you left out the most important part.
You were pregnant again, and with another little girl. It was difficult keeping it a secret, especially since Nando knew you so well, but you had managed it.
You also managed to let it slip to Fernando’s teammate, but Lance promised to keep it a secret and help out in anyway needed, which he has done a fantastic job in.
“Mommy…when will daddy be home..” Camila mumbles out, dragging her blanket and stuffie out of bed with her.
“Soon baby, just help mommy for a tiny bit, okay?” You say softly, smiling as you drag your fingers through her brown hair.
“Okay…then can I get candy after?”
“Of course baby..” You reply with a smile, taking her free hand and walking towards your living room.
Then you started to decorate, just with some banners and cheesy “I’m pregnant” decor.
Now of course half way through Camila fell asleep on the couch, in her defense she did help hand a banner to you, which was very tiring work.
“Will he like this..?” You mumble out to yourself, looking over all of the decor, it was cute but romantic at the same time, “Ah he’ll like anything I do for him..” You add on.
You wander into your kitchen, quietly and quickly starting to boil some pasta for an easy and light dish.
Just as you finish you hear the front door open, and gently shut. “Amor? Y/n..?” You hear Nando call out from the hallway.
Good luck Y/n ❤️
Thanks Lance ❤️
You let out a soft sigh, setting your phone down you walk over into the living room, spotting Fernando sitting on the couch with Camila, who’s still asleep.
“What’s all this amor?” He asks, looking over at you then around the living room once more, “I know it’s our anniversary but I have a feeling there’s something you’re hiding..” He adds on with a grin.
“Well..how do you feel about another girl..?” You ask with a smile, walking over to him and sitting on his knee, wrapping an arm around his neck to place a kiss to his cheek,
“I’d love nothing more than that…” He mumbles out with a smile, “I knew Lance was being suspicious..”
“Well he certainly helped with keeping it a secret..” You say with a grin, leaning your head on his shoulder.
“Let me guess..he wants to be the godfather of our next little one?” Fernando asks, wrapping an arm around you.
“Yes, is that alright with you?”
“Of course amor, anything that makes you happy..” Fernando says with a smile, placing a soft kiss to your neck.
“Well I guess I’ll have to get you that mug you wanted..” You say with a smile, dragging your fingers through his brown hair.
Fernando chuckles at the mention of that, “I am a pretty good girl dad, aren’t I?”
“Yeah you’re the best”
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Pretty, Like… (With James Potter)
[ little Harry meeting his new baby sister after you come home from the hospital ]
* f l u f f 🥰
** includes godfather Sirius Black; indirect mention of Lily (and it’s not positive sooo..)
This was requested: see the ask here
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“Watch your step dove,” James said as he held the car door open for you with one hand and the baby carrier in the other.
You had just arrived home from the hospital after the birth of your baby girl but that had nothing to do with your husband being so cautious with you- that was just an all the time James thing.
You smiled at him once you were out of the car and stepped aside so he could close the door.
“Ahhhh!”
“Well, I think I hear Haz” James chuckled at the sound of a muffled shriek.
Looking to the living room window you see little Harry’s hands and excited face smushed up against the glass.
Harry was five years old but he wasn’t your biological son; the story with his real mother is one you don’t care to tell. It involves her, her past lover and death and that’s where you liked to leave it at.
“My babyyy, I missed him so much!” you said with your hands at your heart. As it almost always goes, he wasn’t your biological son but you loved that boy more than anything. The little girl in the carrier might be your first birthed child but she was not what you considered your first child.
Having made your way to the front door, you heard all three of your locks rattle undone and braced yourself for Harry’s high volume welcome.
“Mummy! Daddy! Can I see her?! Can I see her?!” Harry exclaimed, jumping up and down at the sight of you both.
His godfather Sirius stood behind him and shook his head in disbelief. “Those sugary breakfast cereals are tasty and he eats them without complaints but you tell me, is it worth it?” he joked, pointing to the bouncing boy with a faux pensive look.
You giggled at the comment and looked down at Harry. “Yes you can see her but let’s get inside first, okay?” you said with a boop to his nose.
Harry nodded and ran to the living room couch sitting himself nice and straight on the cushion, legs drumming excitedly as he waited for James to bring the carrier over with his new sister.
“Okay Haz, you ready?” James asked, setting the carrier down on the coffee table after Sirius removed two cereal-less, milk filled bowls and took them to the kitchen.
“Yes! Yes!”
“I present to you….Hazel Potter!” James enthused, swiping the blanket away from the front of the carrier like a magician.
Hazel squinted her eyes upon the feel of the newfound light, took one glance at Harry, yawned then closed her eyes again and slightly squirmed back to sleep.
Harry squealed and his hands instantly shot out to, what you assume, grab Hazel’s tiny fisted ones but James stopped him before he got the chance to. “Whoa buddy, gentle, gentle. She’s trying to sleep. We can look at her but let’s let her rest for now.”
Harry groaned a little but smiled when he looked down at Hazel again.
“Mama, she’s so tiny but so big also! I can’t believe she was in your tummy” he commented, voice full of wonder and astonishment.
“Your mum is a real life superwoman, don’t you ever forget that” James told Harry with a gentle ruffle to his hair.
“I won’t!” Harry replied, biting down on his lip to admire Hazel some more.
You gifted James a smile of appreciation as he put his arm around you and kissed your temple.
Although it had been a healthy birth, it still hadn’t been an easy thing for you. You’d always been afraid of pregnancy and all it entailed and James knew that. You braved through a lot these past nine months and he’d never take that for granted for as long as he’d live. But truthfully, fear aside, being able to give your little Harry a sibling and James a second child had without a doubt been one of the greatest pleasures you’ve had in life (along with being James Potter’s wife and the person who Harry called mama of course).
“Hey hey, what do you think of the new sister Haz?” Sirius asked Harry, drying his hands against his pants as he came back into the living room, bending little ways over to take a peek at the little bundle of a baby in the carrier.
Harry smiled and shrugged. “I don’t know. I barely know her...but she is very pretty, like a bakery bread.”
A bakery bread. He was talking about the loaves of bread you and James purchased at the bakery every Saturday morning. Yes … bread.
Sirius cackled and clapped his hands at Harry’s comparison while James failed to suppress a smile as he nodded and squinted his eyes at his son.
“Well that’s very nice of you to say. She is really pretty huh, like a bakery bread” you repeated lovingly, with one hand laying flat against James’s chest.
Harry nodded and giggled at how his words sounded coming from someone else.
“Can we go put her in the crib so she can be better?” Harry then asked.
“That’s a great idea baby, she’ll be a lot more comfortable there won’t she” you praised, understanding exactly what he meant by better.
James removed himself from your side and grabbed the handle of the carrier to pick it up. “C’mon then, let’s go show baby bread her bread box” James joked for his son’s amusement.
Harry of course instantly laughed with joy and ‘helped’ James by placing his small hands at the back of the carrier on the walk up the stairs, meanwhile Sirius thoughtfully stayed behind to accompany you at your slower pace; ever since you’d first met him, he had always acted like such a big brother to you and you loved it.
“You know, I’ve watched those two dote on you endlessly these past three years but by the looks of it, you’re going to have to start sharing them with little Ms. Hazel Potter now” Sirius teased. “She’s beautiful by the way.”
“Well thank you…. and as for the sharing, I’m not going to mind one bit” you replied blissfully. <3
#james potter x reader#dad!james potter#james potter fluff#james potter x y/n#james potter x you#james potter fic#james potter imagine
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Vlad- Alternate Obsession
Simply if Vlad hadn't been so obsessed with Maddie. How priorities might have shifted.
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Daniel was dead. Great god almighty… He was dead. Half dead. Whatever. That didn’t matter. The little details were just there to make a horrible situation more tolerable. For one brief moment, Vlad hoped he was wrong. Hoped that this was merely exposure to ectoplasm or a sign that Daniel would become liminal faster than previously predicted, but no. He was sure. Daniel was dead.
He watched as Daniel’s ghost sense was triggered, the teen coughing a second later. He looked around warily, holding himself rigidly. He was alert, but inexperienced enough to not realize Vlad was right in front of him.
“Daniel, my boy!” Vlad greeted, finally untangling himself from Jack and Maddie’s latest tirade on being validated in their research. “How is school?”
It wasn’t uncommon.
He was Daniel’s godfather after all, and had done what he could to be present for both Daniel and Jasmine since they were born. The children were exempt from his contempt and his affection for them was genuine but he’d never feared for them until this moment.
Vlad tried to block out as many memories from his college years as he could. After his accident and subsequent half death, he had raged for a while. He’d been in despair, learning to mourn himself while handling abilities foreign to him. He had to learn things from scratch opposed to normal ghosts who knew things instinctively.
He’d only briefly lost track of Jack and Maddie after his hospital stay but the urge to look them up again had gnawed at him. He had notebook after notebook filled to the brim with his own research on ghosts and ectoplasm but he would have been remiss to shun their research just because he couldn’t stand the sight of them. It was Jack’s blunder that had changed him after all.
The pair had gotten married, and had a baby girl, but Vlad found himself more interested in their labs than their domestic life. The fondness he’d felt for his best friend, and the passion he’d once directed at Maddie had died with him.
Jasmine had been a bright spot, and a wonderful distraction in those early visits. A small child also kept the Fentons busy enough that he could slip into their labs undetected. Copying their work and altering their inventions to ignore his own ecto-signature was essential. As far as he could tell, they’d never suspected a thing.
Daniel coming along had been a blessing, even if it had confused Vlad at the time. Jack and Maddie loved their children but they were always complaining about not having enough time for their research. It had always been to Vlad’s benefit but adding a second child into the mix would only draw out their parental duties.
However it baffled it, it benefited him. He only had to offer his jovial congratulations and time went on.
Vlad…was aware that he was not who he once was. He’d either lost something when he half died, or gained something. He wasn’t sure. He was no longer naive. He’d done things in the last twenty or so years. Not all of them he was incredibly proud of. He had amassed a fortune, but it had seemed the natural progression of things at the time. He’d been young, desperate and dead. He’d need money to further his research so money needed to be acquired.
He’d had medical bills…. Then he had ambitions.
He might have been something of a thief, a criminal, but he’d never hurt anyone…to his knowledge…
It was easier on his conscience when it was only stealing from Jack and Maddie. That felt like recompense for what Jack had done to him. He’d had a working portal a full four years before the Fentons.
He’d never said a word about it and delighted in the secret of it. His wealth of knowledge was greater than theirs. When the pair had recently called him, gushing about their achievement, he’d been skeptical, but he’d seen Amity Park’s newspaper articles on the ghost of a lunch lady at Casper High, and the poor picture quality of a white haired menace that chilled him.
“Hey Uncle Vlad.” Daniel greeted him with a smile, but his eyes were wary and stressed. Dark circles were beginning to form. “School’s, uh, good? Same old bullies. I gotta read Pride and Prejudice. Aced my last math test though.”
Vlad hummed and nodded. “That about sums up my memories of high school as well.” It pulled a smile from Daniel.
“And a ghost sighting! To think we’d find one so close to home! We’re pulling out all our weapons out of their testing stages!” Jack’s voice boomed, overly excited at their find and completely missing the way his son shrank back.
“A stake out might be in order.” Maddie said, a smile in her voice. Her excitement was more contained but was very real. “Who knows, we might be there to capture the next one.”
Vlad made a show of rolling his eyes and focused on Daniel. “What is freshman math anyway these days?”
“I’m taking geometry.” Daniel said, latching onto the topic. “I got the hang of it pretty quickly. So far at least.”
“You always did have a head for numbers.” Vlad said conversationally.
“Vladdy! Come take a look at the newest prototype!” Jack was beaming, far too excited over the notion of ending a creature that was already dead. Vlad didn’t care for the sparks of fear that settled in his throat. An ending after the end was final, and terrifying.
“Jack.” Vlad laughed good-naturedly. “Surely there’s time for that later. I did just arrive. I’d love to speak with Daniel for a while. High school will pass by before you know it.”
Maddie just sighed, perhaps nostalgic. “It sure does. It won’t be long before Jazz is graduating.”
“And entering into the ghost hunting business!” Jack declared.
“Oh, Jack.” Maddie just laughed.
“Where is Jasmine?” Vlad asked, his need to check on her…sudden.
Maddie looked thoroughly. “Oh, hm.. She’s…”
“Tonight’s the night she tutors.” Daniel said, sounding exhausted. “She’ll probably eat dinner before coming home.”
“Oh, that’s right.” Maddie smiled, but she was already distracted with the toaster she was dismantling.
Vlad hummed, oddly relieved. As the children had gotten older, their well being came into question more and more. “Well… Jack, you and Maddie seem to have your hands full this evening. Why don’t i take Daniel to dinner? I’d love to hear about his freshman year anyway.”
“Can we get Nasty Burger?” Daniel perked up.
Vlad snorted. “Not my first pick, or my second, but why not?” He’d eaten more burgers than he could count in college.
“Really!? Yes!” Daniel grinned, “I’ll grab my hoodie, be right back!”
“Danny sure loves your visits.” Jack laughed loudly.
Maddie just hummed, still focused on what she was doing. “Don’t spoil him.” She said vaguely.
“You won’t have to worry about a thing.” Vlad said, already turning back to the door. "I'll take care of him." By the time he got there, Daniel was behind him, practically pushing him out the door.
“Let’s go, let’s go.”
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Vlad felt himself relax once he had Daniel in his car. He would definitely need to sneak back into the Fenton’s lab and grab whatever new information was available. He would also need to add in Daniel’s ecto-signature to their equipment before something automatically shot at him.
He needed to address this. He couldn’t let the Fenton’s mistake harm anyone else. He’d shut their research down if he had to. He'd shut his own down if he had to.
He cringed at the thought.
“Daniel, wait.” Vlad said after he’d parked in the most secluded spot the parking lot to Nasty Burger provided. “Before we eat, i would like to talk to you?”
“Yeah? Sure.” Daniel said. His tone was light and playful. Normal. The color however, drained from his face. “Do i even gotta bother to tell you to call me Danny again?”
Vlad smiled faintly. “I quite like the name Daniel, you know? That’s not however, what i wanted to talk about. Let me be clear, this conversation does not leave this car. Not by you. Not by me.”
“Oh, uh. Yeah? Yeah, of course.” Daniel said, turning sideways in his seat to face him. “What…are we talking about?”
“Ghosts.”
Daniel sighed. “C’mon Uncle Vlad. Don’t i get that enough from mom and dad?”
Vlad shook his head and reached out to grab Daniel’s shoulder. “No, listen to me. It’s safe to talk to me, and i will not ask about… whatever accident you must have had-” Horror was all over Daniel’s face. Enough time hadn't passed for him to mask his reaction to his death. “But i understand, Daniel.”
“I don’t know what you mean?” Daniel muttered and winced when it didn’t sound the least bit convincing. For just a split second, he turned invisible. He probably hadn’t even realized he’d done it. Most would assume their eyes were playing tricks on them.
Vlad leaned forward and opened the glove compartment, pulling out the article of the ghost attack on Casper High. “You’re not in trouble. Not with me.”
Daniel only glanced at it before looking away again. He’d seen it already no doubt. “It’s not what you think.”
“I’m very sure it is.” Vlad said softly. “I know all too well what ectoplasm and trauma can do. I can sense death around you.” He paused before pushing forward. “In time, i’m certain you’ll be able to sense it on me too.”
Daniel’s lips tightened, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew what he heard and was proceeding with caution. “What do you mean?”
“We’ll get some dinner to go and we’ll head back to my house here in Amity.” Vlad said. “And i’ll show you my own ghost form.”
“Yours…” Daniel sounded winded. “When did you…?”
“Long before you were born.”
“My parents…?”
Vlad just tsked. “They were dear to me once, Daniel, but they are fools. No, they don’t know about me, and i will not tell them about you.”
“Don’t.” Daniel said, somewhere between agreeing and begging Vlad to mean what he said. The tremor in his voice told Vlad all he needed to know. He was well aware of how his parents would react. He was afraid.
“It will stay between us.” Vlad said calmly. “I won’t ask. It’s breaking all kinds of ghost etiquette to be so nosy but if you ever want to talk to me about what happened, you can. I can also help you adjust.”
“Can you?” Daniel asked immediately, the closest he’d come to admitting Vlad was right.
“I’ve never had to teach anyone to use ghost powers before, but yes, I think i can offer you some insight.” Vlad said. “Falling through floors?”
“Yes.” Daniel said with feeling. “I keep dropping things. My clothes…”
Vlad nodded along, all of it sounding familiar. “I know all about it. You just need to get used to it. Gain control over what you can do.”
Daniel swallowed, looking like he’d have a meltdown any second. “You promise?”
“I do.”
He inhaled slowly. “I…died.”
“Yes,” Vlad said softly. “I’m so sorry…”
“You’re…” He watched Daniel’s expression crumble. He didn’t have to ask why. How did you mourn your death when you were still half alive? It had taken Vlad years… “Sorry.”
“So sorry, my boy.” Vlad said, sounding choked up. “It never should have happened. Not to someone else. Not to you.”
Daniel bowed his head only seconds before he started to sob. It didn’t matter why. Was it stress? Was he starting the process of mourning? Was it the knowledge that he’d lost a piece of his family? It didn’t actually matter…
Vlad leaned closer as far as he comfortably could in the car and pulled Daniel to cry against his shoulder. It was all the comfort he could really offer. He couldn’t make it better, he could only put a band-aid on it. He couldn’t change the Fenton’s minds. Not for Daniel and not for himself. They were always going to be in danger, but he could listen. He could be everything for Daniel he didn’t have. He could let the boy cry. He was only fourteen.
God, at least Vlad had been in college. Daniel was a child…
“Does your sister have any idea?”
Daniel shook his head, hiccuping in an effort to catch his breath but he just cried still.
“At least she’s still safe. You and i will work up a few safety protocols and… i’ll stay in Amity Park.” The castle in Wisconsin had really been the height of his arrogance.
There was so much to teach the boy. Not just how to use his powers but ghost manners and taboos. He’d learned a lot himself in the last few years of having his portal up and running. Access to the Ghost Zone had made things a great deal easier on him.
Daniel wrapped his arms around him, clinging in a way he hadn’t since he was a much younger child. He hadn’t had any time at all to come to terms with his own death, but this was a start.
If Vlad needed to cook up a few excuses for getting him away from his parents, well… he’d been bored anyway.
Master List
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It'll hit differently when Skulker shows up to hunt the halfa welp and is instead met with a fully grown, pissed off halfa in mama bear mode.
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Trip Shenanigans
Pairing — Dad!ChoiSanxafab!Reader
Summary — You realize how lucky you are to have San and your 3 little miracles...
Genre — FLUFF, IdolAu, HusbandAu
Warnings — toothrotting sweetness, kisses
Word Count — 0.8k
Rating — pg-13
A/n — @jaehunnyy a fic inspired by our chats✨️
Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!
Choi San had one, and only one, giant weakness!
And that was the puppy eyes his daughters liked to give him when they wanted something! Seeing their little pouts, lips jutted out with their eyes, that resembled yours far to much for his heart to be able to handle, was one thing he couldn't resist even if he tried!
And once the 3 and 5 year old girls joined forces, it was game over for him!
Minji, the younger of the two, with her little pigtails and an attitude that could only have come from the time she spend with her favorite uncle and godfather Wooyoung, knew exactly how she had to play her cards with him. Meanwhile Jia, his oldest and with the patience of a saint when it came to her sisters antics, used logic to explain why what she wanted would benefit them all in that moment. Yeosang had definitely had to much influence in that one!
Watching your husband fold like a piece of paper had you shacking your head in amusement, 6 month old Jisung sitting on your hip, when he searched for help in saying no to the daytrip the girls were begging for and just like the pushover he was, the next weekend had a trip to the zoo scheduled.
It wasn't like it was an impossible request to fulfill and you couldn't shake the feeling that your husband was actually more excited then the kids!
So with the baby sleeping soundly in his stroller pushing it a little slower, you watched the former Idol swoon over the zebras with the girls. Minji was jumping around excitedly, spurred on by the warm spring sun shinning through the leaves of the trees. She held her fathers hand, pointing at a zebra that was yawning widely.
Jia sat a meter or two away on the ground. The 5 year old seemed to be more interested in watching a lady bug crawl up a blade of grass before it flew away.
"Mama look!" she looked back at you and pointed to the bug with a giant smile that reminded you so much of San! Jia scrunched her nose once it was gone to skip over to you.
"Did you see mama? It was a ‘adybug!" the girl squealed and looked over the side of the stroller to see her brother blinking his eyes tiredly at her.
"Yes baby, I saw it!" you smiled and ran your hand through her dark locks. Your daughter shook her head at the touch, not liking the way her hair would stick up now. With clumsy pats of her own Jia tried to smooth it out.
“Is Mama messing with your hair again?" The voice of San came closer until he stood by your side only to do the exact same thing you had just done.
You huffed out a laugh at the expression Jia wore same as San.
"I'm sorry my little gem," he apologized with a wink. San leaned over the little girl and stroller and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "We only came over to get something to drink."
Minji tugged on your shirt and reached for the bag attached to Jisungs stroller. You quickly took out the sippy cup filled with water and handed it to her. She took it gratefully, drank something, handed it back and skipped after her sister to the next enclosure not to far away.
San looked down at his son. From all of your children, the boy looked the most like his father, even to the point where your mother in law couldn't stop gushing about it!
The baby gurgled happily, now much more awake then before reaching up his arms and kicking his feet in excitement at the sight of his father. "Look who's awake! Did you have a nice nap my little prince?" The man coed and lifted the boy out to press him against his chest.
The little squeal followed by Jisungs little laughter brought a soft smile to your face and once more, you realized just how much you loved this man!
You watched your husband join his daughters with their brother and your heart almost beat out of your chest. There he stood, showing your children the meercatsand explaining interesting facts to them with the brightest smile.
Never had you thought this a possibility, not with his active Idol career! But now, years later happily married with his fans supporting (!) your relationship and loving the story’s San liked to share about his family life and you, you couldn't be happier!
Yes raising 3 kids was hard especially with San training the new groups and trainees the members and him had signed under their own label, but at the end of the day, he always came home to you.
And who knew. Maybe someday in the future you could greet another little one into your little world...
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batfam as things about you? if you're comfortable
Dick: I started playing the drums when a girl I liked in middle school said she found drummers cute
Jason: my apartment is below a meth dealer and above a dysfunctional couple
Tim: I was called a slur by someone who thought I was trans and I was so caught off-guard I said thanks
Damian: my unpopular opinion is that I think Dijon mustard is overrated
Duke: my best friend and I do the Spider-Man handshake
Cullen: I can afford it but I refuse to get Spotify Premium for the principle
Stephanie: I once saw Logan Paul at a restaurant, 0/10 I hope it never happens again
Cassandra: I got lost in Seoul because Google Maps just doesn't work there
Barbara: I fly for work so often that one time the TSA agent was like "You again?"
Harper: my toxic trait is that I've been to New Jersey more times than I'd like to admit
Carrie: if you and your group take up the entire sidewalk I will call you out
Kate: I met one of you on the bus when you were looking at my phone, you weirdo (affectionate)
Selina: I've taken a mug from every place I've worked and I don't plan on stopping
Alfred: I can do a perfect impression of Marlon Brando in The Godfather
Bruce: if I retire I'm moving to Rhode Island because when's the last time they ended up on the news
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I love how Harry's first thought about Sirius when he looked at his parents' wedding photo with Sirius in it was "he looked so goddamn handsome, i like his smile", then when he met Sirius he was like "not as handsome as before but maybe bc he's a convict, if he gets free and I can go and live with him, maybe MAYBE he will become charming again and HOLY SHIT I HAVE A HOT GODFATHER????" Harry is such a raging bisexual.
And when he entered snape's memory, he just passed on james like "oh there's my dad, looking like me", "there's lupin, he's uhmmm... presentable?" "Oh that's petigrew yuck". BUT WHEN HIS EYES LANDED ON SIRIUS "OH MY GAWD GODFATHER YOU HAVE NO REASON TO BE THAT HOT, also his hair falls elegantly over his eyes sent me, woah so many girls looking at him IM LOOKING AT HIM TOO"
Harry saw Regulus' photo and immediately "meh he's okay, maybe it's the black gene thing but still, not as hot as my godfather"
Harry met Sirius when he used the ressurection stone is still one of my favorite. He looked at james and still "there's my dad, looking like me", "mom and her red hair is chef kiss", "lupin looks younger tho congrats", "OH MY GAWD GODFATHER YOU STILL LOOK HOT- I MEAN TOO HOT FOR A MAN IN 22s BUT GODDAMN YOU'RE LIKE A MICHELIN MEAL, ALSO THE WAY YOU WALK? PERIOD."
Yeah just Harry's raging bisexual thoughts and his Sirius-beauty-standard bar he uses to describe everyone. It's like- man looked at Sirius once and his mind kept thinking about how could a man be that gorgeous.
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I really hope you aren’t sick of dad!Trevor content cause I have a request for it 🤧
Trevor has a baby with his wife but his friends have yet to meet the baby for whatever reason so they all head over to his house and kind of joke around but also absolutely love that they are witnessing their funny and kind of insane friend finally become a father and be so nurturing and loving to his baby (and his wife ofc cause he is whipped)
a/n: i will never be sick of dad content dont you worry about that happening ever
There were a variety of perks that came with a summer baby the main one being that Trevor had a lot more time on his hands which was very much necessary with a newborn at home. The other perk? Trevor would say it was that a lot of his friends had open schedules to fly in or stop by to see his pride and joy. Having a baby changed Trevor for the better, having a baby girl made him a completely different man. He had always been goofy and down for a good time and his personality hadn’t changed but he had softened immediately.
His daughter and wife came first at all times. Those first few weeks had been slight chaos but he was loving every second of it and if anyone could thrive off chaos it was him. The season was over and he could actually be helpful around the house and with the bay. But today, today was the day that most of his friends were going to meet his little sunshine. Jamie was the first to show up at the house and well he didn’t really count as a first timer because he had come over the first week but he was a lot closer obviously.
Jack, Cole, and Quinn showed up next and right away Trevor could tell they were shocked the minute they saw him holding the small little human in his arms. “I need to hold my goddaughter right now.” Jack said, making a beeline for the baby and Trevor furrowed his eyebrows “Jack we talked about this whole godfather thing.” Trevor led the boys deeper into the house and once Jack sat down on the couch he handed off his daughter.
“You being a dad is so weird.” This time it was Cole speaking up and a small laugh came from the entrance of the room, Trevors wife walking in. “You guys should have seen him on our first day at home, he refused to put her down.” Trevor walked over, planting a kiss on her lips. “You need anything, baby?” He asked, even though it had been weeks he was still attentive as always and he didn’t see that changing ever.
Jack passed the baby off to Quinn who looked up at Trevor “Does he talk her ear off too?” A small chuckle leaving his lips because he knew the thing Trevor was best at was talking. “Oh even when I was pregnant he talked to her all night long.” Which was true because once Trevor learned that the baby would recognize his voice if he did that he started talking to her every night. This time Trevor got a hold of his daughter and the level of gentleness in his actions again shocked the boys. “He’s like a whole other man.” Jack stated to the whole room as Trevor rocked his daughter slowly.
“I was a little worried that he’d be strapping our baby to a skateboard as soon as possible but I think being a girl dad made him so much more careful.” His wife teased and Trevor rolled his eyes. “Do you hear your mommy and uncles picking on your daddy? They’re so mean to me but you’re never mean to me, it’s why you’re my favorite.” Trevor chuckled. “Maybe you boys will understand once you have a baby of your own. Life changing stuff right here.”
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I feel like if Vika had a baby she wouldn’t baby talk and have full on conversations with them. Like she’ll tell the baby how whiskey prices went up and how “fucking stupid” it is, or she’ll talk about some new kid at her job and how “the fucker” can’t do anything right LMAO
sugar u r the smartest person i know
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you and everyone who meets the baby talk to her like anybody talks to a baby, cooing and exaggerating and using an exaggerated baby voice.
your typical conversations with your kid for the first year of her life go something like 'awe, do you have a poopy? sweet baby made a big poopy.' or 'can you say: mama? mmmma mmmma?'
sevika, however, talks to your kid like she's an old friend.
you'll catch her feeding your daughter baby food, scooping up the goop that falls down onto her chin as she chats. "fuckin' silco was gettin' on my last nerve today. would you be pissed if we revoked his 'godfather' status? i know he spoils you, but i think we could find a suitable replacement, someone who doesn't have their head stuck up their ass. he thinks he runs the fuckin' place, he forgets we're co-owners. co. that means both. you're so lucky you don't have to work, you know that? you've got it made, kid, shit, you don't even have to feed yourself."
or, after you've had a long day at home with the little fucker, who's been screaming her head off and refusing to latch onto your tits to drink, you overhear sevika talking to her as she gently dances her around the living room. "you gotta give your mom a break, kid. i know you're probably sicka breast milk, but it's important you drink it, it's got all kindsa good shit in it that'll make you strong. like this, see?" she asks as she flexes the arm not holding your daughter. "keep drinkin' your milk and you'll be as strong as me in no time. well, you'll have to have a pretty strict workout regiment too, it's not all genetic. though, don't tell your mom, but i'm glad you've got my build-- she's a little wimp. you're strong like me. she hates it 'cause you came out so big 'n tore her pussy apart comin' out but i think it's great. you'll be a great athlete once you figure out the whole walkin' thing..."
or at bathtime, while she's got your baby in the sink, gently shampooing the two or three hairs on her head, you're guaranteed to find her catching your daughter up on the latest drama on the soap opera she swears she doesn't watch. "i know, it's fuckin' crazy! but, then, get this, molly, the homewrecker from season three? she shows up pregnant, swearing it's travis' kid! mind you, this is all at a funeral-- at shepard's funeral!" your daughter coos. "oh, shepard's the one who came out gay in season four but then decided to marry miriam in season five, because she needed her greencard." your daughter coos again, and sevika takes this as understanding. "right, you remember. anyways this pregnant bitch molly comes marching in while we're all crying because shep's dead, and she's like 'everybody look at me and my big fat belly!' turns out? she's stuffing her stomach with blankets..."
the funniest thing is that your daughter seems to understand it all, blinking up at sevika with big, interested eyes, absorbing her every word, cooing when she's silent, like she's responding to sevika's commentary.
after a while, it starts to rub off on you, and pretty soon, both you and sevika are talking to your little girl like she's an adult.
it's all fun and games until she starts talking, and her first words are 'fuck' and 'mama' and 'dickhead' and 'milk'
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(Fine, I’ll do it my damn self: part 5 of my silly lil mlm stories <3)
tmr is just babygirl i don’t make the rules
Watercolors (Chapter One) — tom riddle x male! artistic! hufflepuff! reader
he could manipulate and possess me thus irreversibly changing my trust in people despite it never being mentioned again and i would thank him
yk, i absolutely love chamber of secrets, but who starts a new diary (obtained under questionable circumstances) with ‘my name is’?
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Tom Marvolo Riddle had been stuck inside of his diary since he was sixteen years old.
The diary itself, inside, was a perfect replica of Hogwarts, the boundaries stretching out well into the Forbidden Forest. Perfect, except for the fact that it was made solely of parchment and ink, and was completely devoid of color or life.
Tom hated the color of parchment.
The diary passed hands many times over the five subsequent decades. First there was the pathetic, sniveling man—the Malfoy sycophant—who all but groveled at Tom’s feet (metaphorically, of course).
Next was the littlest Weasley, the redheaded girl who bored Tom to (again, metaphorical) death. He could only pretend to be interested in how Dean Thomas held the door open for her so many times before he wanted to bash his head into one of the walls.
(He tried, once. The parchment just ripped and left him with a nasty paper-cut on his forehead. Tom missed the red of blood. Now, he bled only black, dripping ink.)
Then, Harry Potter, the boy fated to defeat him, (or whatever) who turned out to be really quite sweet. As a last fuck you to whom he became in the future, Tom aided Harry in coming out to the littlest Weasley’s mother.
That’ll show Lord Voldemort, the dipshit, Tom thought gleefully.
Eventually though, even lovely Harry became more distant, his newly rediscovered godfather being the rightful center of his attention. Tom supposed he might have been jealous of the acquitted Black in another life, but after fifty years of loneliness he understood the yearning for living, breathing friends rather than just paper that writes back, as Little Weasley once called him.
Then, out of nowhere, came the Hufflepuff boy with a tin of watercolors and an eye for the overlooked.
The first thing this wondrous creature made for Tom was a little stone cottage, complete with a warm hearth, a garden of pumpkins and berries, and an idyllic curl of smoke from the chimney. The cottage sat near the edge of the forest, wonderfully secluded and alive.
Tom had watched as gentle sweeps of a brush, suspended in midair, created a home. One that existed in both the physical diary and the hellish paper prison Tom resided in.
Everything existed.
The warm, brown thatched roof, the colorfully patterned bedspread, and even a fireplace.
When the masterpiece was complete, Tom, although he would never admit it, gorged himself on the garden’s sweet huckleberries and sour raspberries. Afterward, he explored his new house, even going so far as to stick his hand into the flames of the fire.
(They weren’t real. They felt like nothing more than a faint warmth against his skin. Disappointing, Tom supposed. But probably a safety hazard.)
Then he curled up in the big bed, under the vibrant bedspread, and closed his eyes.
For the first time in fifty years, Tom slept.
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Chapter Two
i need you all to know that the original title for this was “Tom Riddle is a man-whore(crux)??? (NOT CLICKBAIT)” so-
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OUR SECRET — MYG
chapter two
Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.
Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.
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"You should tell him." Namjoon repeated once again as you avoided the topic by making tea.
"Do you think it's going to be a boy or a girl?" You tried to change the subject, which seemed impossible.
"Regardless of the baby's gender, you should let the father know." You rolled your eyes upon hearing that, as if everything would be resolved if Yoongi knew about the baby.
"I think I'd prefer a girl. But if it's a boy, I'll need tips on the male world. It's your duty as the baby's godfather to help me instead of just staring at me like that." Namjoon was giving you a judgmental look.
"Thanks for the honor of being the baby's godfather. I swear I'll be the best godfather I can be. But it's not fair to hide this situation from Yoongi. You know how I am about honesty." He's right about that.
"I'll talk to him. I don't intend to exclude him from our child's life, but it's difficult. Our last conversation took a somewhat dramatic turn. Not to mention, we both know your friend is famous." You were a bit nervous, contemplating the changes your life will undergo once the baby arrives. Uncertainty about the future lingered as you tried to focus on the decisions that needed to be made.
"It will be a challenge, but I trust you will succeed. Speaking of which, I have some bad news." Namjoon speaks fearfully as if he's trying to protect you from something.
"Spit it out." You speak as you mentally prepare yourself for what comes next.
"I came here not just because you called me but to ask you a favor." Namjoon seems worried about something and you notice that.
"Suga hasn't been able to compose lately. Which is making him feel a bit terrible. The boys and I think it's because he is missing you. So I came to beg you to help me with this." Namjoon is with a lost expression. As if you were the solution to Yoongi's problem.
"Mister Min Yoongi needs me apparently, what a surprise. What if you're wrong? What if he just has writer's block?" These are just some of the questions that are on your mind.
"I've known that man longer than you know. Trust me, he's not well." Namjoon seems sure you’re the solution. And at the moment, not knowing if it's pregnancy or your desire, You can't think of reasons not to go see your ex lover.
"To be sure, you owe me one. And I'm not going to tell Yoongi now, about the baby. If I'm going to do that, it's in my time. But I can go there and try to help." A nervousness begins to take over you as soon as Namjoon confirms that he will take you with him. A few minutes later you are already on your way to the company, Namjoon assures you that he spoke to the boss and that he authorized you to go there since you were hidden. Right now you’re hiding in Namjoon’s car.
"Do you think this will help?" You mutter almost to yourself, but Namjoon hears you as he guides you to where Yoongi is.
"I think you're the only person who can talk some sense into Yoongi. Maybe it would be good for you two to have a talk." That's all you hear Namjoon say before leaving you inside the studio where Yoongi is.
"I already said that I don't need to talk about Y/N. My difficulty doesn't come from the feeling of missing you. After all, I was the one who ended everything." Yoongi doesn't even turn from his chair to look at who entered. You think about giving up but you can tell by his impatient tone and the aesthetic of someone who hasn't left that recording studio in a while that he needs help.
"You better remember that, because coming all this way kind of hurts my ego." You say looking towards him who turns around in surprise to look at you.
"Are you really here?" Yoongi says, slowly getting up and walking towards your direction.
"I heard a rumor that you were sad, I needed to make sure. I mean, I wasn't even the one who ended our relationship." You say, approaching him, as if wanting to explore a new reality. He's unshaven, his hair is a little messy and he looks like he hasn't slept in a while.
"They must really be worried. They brought you here." He seems to have realized how worried the boys and the company are about him.
"What's happening to you?" You speak softly like you're curious. Your hand automatically touches Yoongi's face who, without thinking, ends up hugging you. A strong hug like someone who wants to say "I miss you".
"I thought it would be better to end a relationship that was doomed to fail than to stay with the woman I love." He whispers and before you notice, he's almost falling asleep in your arms.
"You need to focus on what's best for you and your group. Breaking up with me was your decision and unfortunately decisions come with consequences. But that doesn't mean either of us will be happy separate from the other. " You say remaining in place, hugging Yoongi and at that moment that was everything you wanted.
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