#daughter! reader

The paddock buzzed with energy and anticipation—drivers preparing, fans cheering, cameras flashing. But amidst all the grown-up chaos, two little girls were the center of a different kind of attention.

Seven-year-old Y/n Albon, daughter of Alex Albon and his girlfriend Lily Muni He, had always been the quiet type. She’d cling to her mum’s leg during press days and would hide behind her dad’s arms when new people tried to talk to her. Soft-spoken, shy, and gentle—Y/n was the polar opposite of the roar of Formula 1.

That was, until she met Amelia Russell.

Amelia, George Russell’s equally seven-year-old daughter, was a ball of sunshine and endless energy, much like her mother, Carmen Montero Mundt. Curious, bold, and unapologetically chatty, she had no trouble striking up conversations with anyone—even if they were triple her age or size. When the Russells and Albons first met up for a playdate during the Spanish Grand Prix a year ago, nobody expected a spark like the one that happened between the girls.

“Hi. I like your shoes,” Amelia had said with a wide smile, bouncing in her pink Crocs.

Y/n had blinked, unsure of what to say. She glanced down at her own Crocs—yellow, with tiny panda pins clipped into the holes.

“They match mine! See?” Amelia pointed. “Wanna play?”

From that moment on, something shifted. Y/n nodded. And just like that, they were inseparable.

Fast Forward to Silverstone

Lily adjusted the little denim jacket on Y/n’s shoulders while the girl impatiently wriggled. “She’s here! I saw her car!”

“Okay, okay, hold still for one second—” Lily laughed, trying to fix the heart-shaped hair clip that was moments from falling off her daughter’s head.

Just then, Amelia came racing through the hospitality gates in a pastel purple dress, holding her dad George’s hand and nearly dragging him along.

“Y/N!!!”

“AMELIA!!!”

The paddock turned at the loud, unfiltered joy coming from two tiny humans. Y/n bolted from her mother’s side and collided into her best friend in a whirlwind of giggles and matching glitter sneakers.

“LOOK! We matched again without even trying!” Amelia squealed.

Y/n’s eyes sparkled. “And your hair clip is the same as mine!”

George and Alex stood side-by-side, shaking their heads with amused smiles as their daughters began to dance in circles together.

“Did they text each other again?” Alex asked.

“Mate,” George chuckled, “they don’t even have phones. Amelia made me call Lily just so she could describe the outfit she wanted to wear today. In detail.”

Carmen walked over with Lily, both laughing as they watched the chaos unfold.

“They’re like two little fireworks,” Carmen smiled. “It's hard to believe Y/n used to be so quiet.”

“She still is,” Lily said fondly. “Except around Amelia.”

Later That Day – Inside the Williams Motorhome

Between interviews and race strategy meetings, Alex popped into the hospitality lounge. The girls were huddled in a corner with crayons and markers, drawing what appeared to be a giant heart-shaped racetrack, complete with little stick figures of themselves holding trophies.

“We’re gonna be racers too,” Amelia declared.

“Yeah,” Y/n nodded confidently, her shyness nowhere to be seen. “We’ll be team... Al-Rus.”

Alex burst out laughing. “Al-Rus, huh? That sounds terrifying.”

“Terrifyingly fast,” Amelia grinned, throwing a wink at George, who had just entered.

George knelt down beside them. “You two better be nice to your pit crews.”

“We are the pit crews,” Y/n replied, looking very serious.

The entire room melted.

Back on the Grid

As the race weekend unfolded, the two girls remained joined at the hip—matching hats, shared snacks, and even coordinated cheers for both their dads.

Y/n still wasn’t much of a talker with most people. But Amelia? She had flipped a switch inside her.

Whenever someone asked about her best friend, Y/n would always answer the same thing, with a small but certain smile:

“She makes me feel brave.”

And that's number 2 for me. I actually quite like doing this, honestly.

I was told I should turn my previous story into a series, but I'm not too sure cuz I'm scared I'll lose the plot, then I'll look slow.😭

But other than that, yall are still open to send requests and stuff.

Chris Evans x autistic daughter

Summary: finally the holidays are here, school is out and so is the routine. Chris helps reader though the struggle of routine change.

It was finally December 17th, school was out for the holidays. Three long weeks of social events and recuperation it couldn’t come sooner the relief that left your face was comforting for you dad to but he knew that with the relief came the hardship of the dreaded routine change.

Like clockwork you are up at 7am on the dot ready to go though your morning routine, by 8 it was blueberry pancakes in the kitchen for breakfast. Something was off you could sense it, you knew it was the holidays but where was your dad… you thought, that thought was soon shook off when you noticed the time. Finishing the rest of you breakfast like it was going to disappear.

You were late. You were never late. Routine it’s my routine, it’s good.

That was what tipped you over the edge. No one could ever predict how badly routine changes would affect you it was always different.

So when Chris heard a sobbed scream from the kitchen he knew the realisation had hit for you. Sprinting like his life depended on it with sleep still ever present, in his joggers that he went to bed in he got to the kitchen in 5 seconds but it felt like 5 minutes.

Gripping you softly, as to not make you hurt yourself, he murmurs “breathe for me baby, breathe.”

Hyperventilating the slow steady rise and fall of the hard object your sloped against in a exhausted pile of yourself. Slowly you come back to your senses the ringing stops, the dizziness fades. It’s your dad the lifeline you always came back to.

“Hey sweetie, you don’t have to say anything but how about we talked about a routine for the holidays, you can work on some coursework whilst I work in my office if you want to - if you think it’ll help.” Chris says noting your quiet exhausted demeanour. He knew routine was essential for you to keep some sort of grasp on reality.

“Huh, yeah that sounds good dad, thank you for always being the level head whilst I’m all wobbly and out of sorts.” A small smile formed on your face.

It made Chris’ heart flood with relief.

“My pleasure sweetheart.” He lightly kisses her forehead.

A couple of days later the plan previously mentioned was underway and it seemed to be working really well. It not only made Chris smile it made you feel content and like you had a hold of something.

Sometimes if you needed it you would go on the daily dog walk in the morning with dodger and your dad, just to get out of the same “4 walls” that sometimes drove you nuts.

But all in all the holidays were always the best regardless of if the routine was out.

Finally finally, she’s back.

I’m gonna get straight to it, I might be leaving again in a weeks time ( I don’t know i literally just get an email telling me it drives me insane) but I thought whilst I really have masses of downtime here is the first ask after a long hiatus!

Thank you so much to @remuslupinsdaughter for this ask and girl I get you! I hope you all enjoy and please don’t hesitate to send in asks and reblog!!

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Dio Brando

Listen, I'm not saying he's a bad father

He will probably read books about caring for children - what to feed them, what to wear, etc.

And he will have everything a child needs

Maybe if she's well behaved he can buy her some gifts

In material terms, he is quite an ordinary parent, just with lots of money to provide high-quality things

But let's just admit, he wouldn't be the best for a kid

Most likely he will have high expectations

He doesn't want you to grow up like the rest of the plebs (in his opinion) around him

Expect many hours of teaching from your father himself before you even go to school

He will also teach you good manners, but at the same time achieving your goals whatever it takes

If you are bullied at school for the first time, he may threaten the bullies (they will remember it for a lifetime), but when you get older, he will insist that you do something about it yourself as he taught you

He's not very good at comforting. Perhaps if you break down in public he will take you aside and tell you not to expose yourself in such way in front of others

Things are better at home, you can cry in peace

I think Dio might say something like "you deserve better", "you're better than all this garbage", "you'll take your pedestal", etc. during this

Maybe he'll bring you tea with your favorite food

Most likely he will initiate physical contact (something like hugs and such) only for a public, at home he practically doesn't do this

If you link it to the PB lore, Dio will most likely turn you into a vampire, or at least take you with him

Jonathan Joestar

Best JoJo time

Most likely, he will also read books about caring for a child, but will very often confuse something

Ultimately, he will ask for advice from people around him

When you were a baby, he almost dropped you three times on the floor, he was scared to death

Unlike Dio, Jonathan buys gifts for his daughter even when she misbehaves

He simply collects these gifts and gradually gives them when the situation gets better

He wants you to be properly educated, including physically

(I know it might have been frowned upon in those days, but Jonathan wouldn't care, he'd want his daughter to stand up for herself)

Will definitely read bedtime stories and roll you on his shoulders until you're at least 7 years old (keep in mind that he's really strong)

Maybe he can teach you what he knows about hamon and even train you

If you get bullied, then he will most likely talk to the parents of the bullies, but if this doesn't help, then he will have to talk to them personally

You will both go grocery shopping in the town and discuss something along the way

But the most important thing is that he will teach you to treat this world with kindness, not to hold a grudge against people and be at peace with yourself

He is better than Dio emotionally

You can calmly cry even in public and he will give you the comfort you need

If you are not against physical contacts, then he will hug you and lightly pat on the shoulder

"We'll break through this", "things will get better", etc. could be heard a lot from him

Definitely will make you your comfort food

He brought this up to Laventon as the two seemed close... Which roiled Ingo's gears, don't get the Warden wrong! Laventon was good person, but... seeing him being so close and fatherly towards Y/n, It made Ingo feel confused... it felt like the professor had stolen something from him and it frustrated Ingo to no end! but yet, here the warden was! Asking Laventon about Y/n's apparent abhorrence towards him.

Needless to say, the good professor was just as lost as Ingo was! this was out of character for Y/n, then the Galarian man thought of something, children tend to act out when they've been hurt or traumatized... "Maybe you remind Y/n of someone? and they weren't good to her." Ingo's stomach churned hotly the thought of someone harming Y/n... 

"Urg.." Ingo hissed as pain bloomed in his head; he started seeing flashes of a woman's funeral, there was a crying toddler wearing a black dress standing next to him, a little girl, her arms reaching out to him. Ingo picked her up and comforted her. **shh, It's alright __/__..., I'm not going anywhere, I promise...**... Ingo was pulled out by Laventon grabbing him by the shoulders keeping him steady as the warden looked like he was about to pass out.

 "...den, Warden Ingo, can you hear me?" the professor asked looking at Ingo very concerned. "I..., My apologies professor, I need to make an unscheduled departure." Before Laventon could stop the dazed warden Ingo was sprinting for the village gates, his mind was swirling as he made combeeline towards direction of the obsidian fieldlands, Ingo didn't care if he had to walk all night, he needed to get to Y/n... he needed answers!

Ingo's head suddenly erupted in pain again as he had another vision, this time he was arguing with same child from earlier, but she was older now about 8-10 years old, and dressed like she was going on a long trip. 

"You're not going anywhere --/-- and that's final!" he huffed slamming his fist on a table, The girl started crying and calling him unfair and told him she hated him before running off to her room! while the man who looked Ingo tried to reason with him, but he told E^T to butt-out! he was --/--'s father not him! 

Then the vision went away, Ingo felt dizzy winced as he leaned against a tree trying not to vomit... he was father? Ingo let out shuddering gasp he took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair.

After a few seconds of composing him, Ingo continued on is journey to the field lands only to find Y/n wasn't at either base camp. "She still not back?" Ingo inquired trying not to show his annoyance that Y/n was still out in the fields this late at night! Ingo was going to send his Magnezone to go look for the tween, when suddenly "Zy-zy!" a Pokémon's bark caused Ingo whirled around to see that strange Pokémon that was always with Y/n... the warden's stomach felt like like it was full of sand as another flashed went through his head of a woman's broken body laying unmoving under cold gaze of an enraged Steelix....

Zigil led Ingo to the cave where it had dragged Y/n to, a few wild Machops and a Happiny stood around her looking concerned, one of the Machops tried to give the girl a berry, but she was into much pain open her mouth, the baby Pokémon heard footsteps and all scattered when they saw Zigil and Ingo running in to cave.

Ingo's legs felt like jelly as he walked over to the curled up teen, he collapsed on his knees and hesitantly turned Y/n over she tried to protest but coughed up purple bile, she was poisoned.... "Just relax..." Ingo said in a shuddering voice as he turned Y/n on to her side and winced when he saw the poisoned barb sticking out of her hip, he needed to pull it out...Ingo pulled Y/n into his lap, She was weakly shaking her head as she felt Ingo grasp the poison barb, the warden took a deep breath.. and yanked.

The scream that came from Y/n was push the amnesiac needed because Ingo in seconds Ingo was squeezing the tween in a bone breaking hug. "I'm sorry, Y/n, I'm so sorry. " He sobbed and pulled away from her  he set her down and searched his jacket before finding an antidote, when Y/n suddenly reached up grabbed his arm. "Dadd..y." she whimpered weakly, Ingo started begging her to stay awake! before very thing black for her...

Cut to Y/n waking up to a loud crash a bellowing voice shouting "...HOW DARE YOU?!" the tween weakly looked around she was in the Galaxy hall Clinic, she saw her father being held back by Adaman and Melli while a stunned Kamado was sprawled out on the floor holding a very obvious bloody nose, Cyllene awkwardly stood by the commander. though, Y/n swore she saw anger in the captain’s eyes directed at the commander as she helped him stand up. "MY DAUGHTER ALMOST DIED BECAUSE OF YOU! SHE NEEDS BEDREST, NOT A FUCKING INTERROGATION!" Ingo snarled he glared at Kamado with pure rage he was going strangle Kamado if it weren't for Melli and Adaman restraining him.

"Glad to see we agree on something, Warden Ingo..." Adaman hissed shooting the Galaxy commander at glare along with pretty much everyone else in the room, "Commander, please...Just let her rest." Cyllene pressed squeezing the older man's shoulder. Kamado could see he wasn't going to be getting his way and sighed. "Fine, but the second she's on her feet it’s back to the fields with her..." he huffed and leaving the clinic.  Anise followed after him to fix his nose. As soon as the commander was gone, some of the Galaxy members gave Ingo a nod, a few whispered "Bout time..." it was no secret that few of the members had been wanting to punch Kamado in the face for years! But never had the balls to do it.

Ingo relaxed as everyone left the room, he looked back at his daughter’s cot noticed Y/n watching was awake and watching him, before she could blink her dad was by her side in seconds grasping her hand. "Hey... how's my little passenger?" he asked pushing some hair out of her face, Y/n's eyes widened hearing her old nickname leave her dad's lips. "y..u emmber ..e?" Y/n grimaced pain and confusion as her voice and words came out a jumbled mess. "Your throat was damaged from the poison." Ingo explained it'll get better in few days.

Y/n relaxed but the scene the tween woken up to was bothering her. "M...in tromble?" the teen slurred warily as she heard the tail-end of Ingo and Kamado's confrontation. "No...no, Nothing like that! The commander was just... curious about your recovery." her father said coolly, but his jaw tightened as if he just ate something sour. "And we had bit of a disagreement about it, It's all fine now." He assured the father and daughter chatted for a few hours mainly apologies, Ingo was beside himself with guilt that he'd forgotten his family, and had missed two years of his daughter's life! Then they discussed living arrangements.

Ingo wouldn't blame Y/n if she stayed Jubilife, at least she'd be safer here, but Y/n was insistent she wanted to stay with him, she pretty told her dad everything, everyone outside of Rei and Laventon, don't like or trust her, he never experienced it due to his ties with the Pearl Clan but Y/n is ostracized and under constant scrutiny by Kamado and villagers.

Hell, Beni had threaten kill her if she even thought about crossing or betraying Commander Kamado... "Trust me, Beni won't touch you." Ingo said patting her on the head since Y/n is Warden Ingo's daughter that made Y/n part of the Pearl Clan, she was practically untouchable, So, unless Kamado wanted to lose favor with Irida, he'd best keep Beni on a short and tight leash! From then on the father and daughter were inseparable, Ingo was almost always with Y/n during excursions, which made go faster and a hell of a lot easier for them to find the way home.

or so he thought. you've been avoiding him these past few days, he could tell. what with all the lingering, worried glances when you thought he didn't notice and the nervousness he could feel vibrating off of you, yep, you were avoiding him.

but he doesn't understand why. which is partly the reason he kept an eye on you these days, because even if you wanted to ignore him, he didn't want to just neglect his duties of keeping you safe, no matter how hurt he is that you are ignoring him.

"what happened with you two?" tony was beside him, eyes narrowing as he looked between you and bucky. "you know, since you're technically a father figure to our dear y/n, you can always ask me or clint for anything."

it was still weird being "friends" with tony stark after they almost killed each other in sokovia. but then again, bucky was always grateful for tony stark, and with B.A.R.F., and his arm.

bucky's expression didn't change as he answered tony. "kid's avoiding me, no one knows why, except for natasha, and she wouldn't tell me herself."

tony chuckled, patting bucky on the shoulder. "kids, one day they grow up, and suddenly they don't need you anymore. tell you what, i'll try and convince natasha to convince y/n to talk to you, 'kay?"

bucky simply nodded, thankful for tony. he couldn't quite understand why you started avoiding him, but he'll try to, he couldn't lose you too.

later that night, bucky was told to go to one of the rooms they use for briefing. he was nervous, of course he'd be, for all he knows, you're going to tell him that you hate him and then you're going to permanently avoid him, and he couldn't live with that, no he couldn't. he didn't notice himself pacing around the room, eyes twitching a bit as he thought the worst of every scenario ever, that he didn't notice your worried glance at him when you entered the room.

you were beside him in an instant, grounding him as you helped him even out his breathing. you held his arm, worry pooling in your eyes. admittedly, you were avoiding bucky, but it wasn't anything he'd done, it's what you were afraid he would do. which, in hindsight, might not make sense, because you knew bucky loved you as a daughter, and would support you through everything, but this secret you were keeping from him…you couldn't risk losing him, hence, you avoided him.

"you okay?" your worried glance calmed bucky, because at least it meant you still cared, right?

"yeah, 'm fine." he breathed. "why were you avoiding me?"

"straight to the point, huh?" you chuckled, hands shaking a bit as you tried to calm your heart. "please don't be mad?"

his features softened. "i would never be mad at you, y/n."

"i know," you sighed, biting your lips in worry. "but you know me, always the overthinker. i just…i don't want you to hate me, although i do know that you won't, and this is just me being a bit irrational but–,"

he stopped you, his hands holding your shoulders. "look, we're both scared and kind of new to this whole parent-daughter thing we have going on, but i know and you know that we will always have each other's back, no matter what, okay?"

you took a deep breath, nodding. your hand went to interlace with bucky's, the familial love felt in every crevice of your hand in his. he could feel you were shaking so he squeezed them gently, offering you support for whatever it is that you wanted to tell him.

"so, i was with natasha the other day," you started, nerves slowly easing as bucky looked at you encouragingly. "and we kinda talked about…about, uh, sexualities, since pride month's a few days away, and i asked her, since she's with maria, right?"

bucky simply nodded, already having an idea on what you were going to say, but of course, he waited.

"and then, a few days later, i think i realized something." you took another deep breath, looking bucky in the eye. "i'm bisexual. i think i actually am for a long time now, but i just came to terms with it, so…yeah."

"y/n, that's amazing, darling." he immediately pulled you close, mind traveling back to when he knew about the different sexualities in the 20th century. back in the war, he knew he was different, what with steve, and other dames he dated, he knew that it's something people considered taboo. so, when he finally got to live the life he always wanted, more free than before, he researched about it, asking natasha for help as well.

he pulled out of the embrace, smiling briefly as he wiped the tears from your eyes. you felt relieved that bucky–your dad, took it well, and didn't change his mind and still loved you. you smiled at him, tears flowing down as he reassured you, that he was proud of you and that nothing changes, he still loves you.

"you really don't mind?" your voice was small, still a bit worried despite his reassurance. his hands gently stroked your hair, eyes full of love as he looked at you.

"baby, y/n, never. when i woke up in the 20th century, after tony helped removing the words." he looked at you and smiled. "the first thing i did was ask steve if it changed."

"if what changed?"

"steve didn't tell you?" your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at bucky. he laughed, shaking his head. "we dated back in the war, before everything happened."

your eyes were wide as he continued. "i never thought there would be something to describe my attraction to steve. we were friends first, and lovers for quite a while, but it was only always him. i was only ever attracted to him. and then, i learned about demisexuality, and it opened up a lot of things i never knew about me."

he looked you in the eyes. "believe me when i tell you that nothing will change. you will always be my daughter and i would always be behind your back, just like you with me, alright?"

you nodded again, this time, more sure that bucky wasn't lying, not that he could do that to you. he grinned, pulling you for another hug and patting your head. "i'll always love you, kid."

"i'll always love you too…dad."