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Markiplier x Teen!Daughter! Reader - Streaming Troubles

Requested by azullluna

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“Alright, so if we go down this hallway and to the left, there should be the exit..” You mumbled to no one in particular, your character roaming a haunted hallway inside of a horror game called “123 Slaughter Me Street”. The chat of your youtube livestream was rather slow today. There were plenty of people watching, over 6 thousand people, but it wasn’t as active as it was normally.

Maybe you weren’t seeing how fast it actually was. It was raining outside which seemed to slow the world down, and you were playing a horror game, making you hyper sensitive to every moving thing in the room within your peripheral vision. It really wasn’t the most ideal or relaxing environment, but that was fine. It was a horror game stream so why in the world would it be relaxing?

As you finally found the exit, your chat began to go absolutely nuts, comments flashing by faster than you could read it. Comments like, “BEHIND YOU!!” and “OMGOSH (YT/n) LOOK OUT!” being the most common which made you confused as you entered the lit doorway inside the game. “Chat what are you-”

A loud shout and the feeling of two hands grabbing your shoulders made you shriek and thrash around, consequently falling out of your chair and onto the floor. There above you, laughing with his hands on his knees, was your dad, Markiplier. “HAHAHA! The look on your face was priceless!” You got up, smacking him lightly on the arm. “You’re lucky I finished the level, otherwise I would’ve killed you.”

Mark smiled, looking at you with an innocent look. “Aww don’t be like that. You know you love me.” Returning to your chair, you smirked and let your hands rest on the keyboard and mouse. “I don’t know.. I think I’m starting to shift more to hate than love.” Mark let out a dramatic gasp, his hands flying to the back of your chair and shaking it as he exclaimed, “But (Y/n), hatred to the dark side leads! Has Star Wars taught you nothing??”

The chat was still thriving with the many viewers shouting compliments, hellos, and proclamations of love to you and Mark, as well as laughing at your family antics. “Anyway,” your dad continued, watching as you start up the next level, “I got some Chick-Fil-A while I was out and I have some food for you if you want it.”

“Oh heck yeah I want it. Thank you! I take back what I said about hating you.” Mark laughed as he left the room and came back a moment later with the bag of deliciousness, followed closely by Chica who stared intently at the delivery. “Alright, see you after the stream! Love you!” He said, waving behind him as he left the room.

“Love you too!” You paused the game, opening up the bag and sorting the food on the desk before resuming. Looking back at the stream, the stream of comments hadn’t entirely died down from their Markiplier high. “Oi, chat, stop calling my dad hot.” Taking a bite out of a waffle fry, you started a new level.

-timeskip a week later-

“No, Alcina Lady Dimitrescu would never be a vessel for someone so unworthy as Eva! Already perfect is what you were trying to say! Already the pinnacle of evolution! You could literally do no better than what you already have so why would you even need a vessel for Eva?” Announced Mark as he played through Resident Evil Village.

As he continued his rant, a knock came from the door. “Dad! She’ll be a fine vessel. It’s not like Lady’s alive or anything.” You called, opening the door to the room. Yes, you knew he was recording but decided to mess with him. “No! Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Stop lying to yourself! She’s dead, she’s not real, and she’s not coming back!”

“First of all, she’s not dead, she’s just in my pocket in the form of an inanimate crystal statue. Also, I could say the same thing about some of those fictional boys you love so much.”

“At least my fictional relationships won’t try to kill me as soon as they see me.”

“Listen, we have a very complicated relationship! You wouldn’t understand our love.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” You promptly left the room as Mark rolled her eyes. “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about, chat.”

-timeskip the next day-

You were once again streaming live on YouTube, this time playing Fall Guys. So far you had managed to score two wins out of the seven rounds you played thus far. During a break in the game, you once again saw your chat go nuts with excited greetings to your dad. Turning around, you noticed Mark frozen in place, as if by not moving you wouldn’t notice him. The two of you stayed in that position, your interlocked gazes not breaking for about a minute.

In his hand was a small box of mocha pop tarts.

“Breaking your diet again, are you?” You said, crossing your arms as Mark started moving again, hiding the opened box of pastries behind your reading pillow and some stuffies in front of your bookshelf. The box was perfectly hidden on the lower shelf. “Don’t tell Amy.” He simply said, exiting the room.

The chat continued to move quickly, people spamming messages like:

“Don’t worry! I’ll never snitch on you 🤫”

“I LOVE YOU MARK!!!”

“Even when binge eating poptarts, he’s still friggin hot!”

And “MARK PLS MARRY ME!!”

Yes, this certainly wasn’t uncommon when he appeared in a stream, but it did get annoying at times. “Chat, calm the heck down and for heaven’s sake stop calling my dad hot!”

“An interesting comment section you have here.” suddenly came a comment from Mark in the live chat, making it blow up once again with the praise and nearly undivided attention from the excited viewers.

“(sigh). This is gonna be a long stream…” You grumbled under your breath as you continued the game.

-timeskip later that day-

Mark was relaxing in the living room when You walked downstairs, sitting down on a nearby couch. An awkward silence filled the room, the two of them not daring to break it or even look at each other. The pressure began to build with every second that passed till it reached a breaking point when a female voice entered the scene with the sound of a closing door.

“Mark, (Y/n)! I’m here!”

“I’M GONNA TELL AMY!!”

“(Y/N) NO!!!”

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welovediaaxx · 3 years

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ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴅɪᴀʀʏ / / azula x fem!reader

warnings : slight cursing

part four // part five // part six

a/n : you guys already know it takes me a month to write 1500 words but whatever!! enjoy this chapter the next one is gonna be jucier i promise

taglist : @888-rising @firelordazulaaaa @sighsam @theblueslytherin @halcyon-arts @the-paintedlady @sweetcici-123

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i wake up abruptly by my alarm, quickly snoozing it as i look around, taking in my surroundings. i rub my sleepy eyes as i glance at all the empty containers of the chinese food left on my poor coffee table from the night before. that’sfor sure gonna be a bitch to clean up later. speaking of last night, why am i on the couch?

my question is quickly answered as i hear a small grunt coming from under the blanket across me. “what time is it?” azula asks as she stretches her arms. i stare at her in awe, how does she look so good mere seconds after waking up? “it’s only nine-thirty, we should go back to sleep” she grunts

my eyes widen at her statement. “nine-thirty? shit, i have class at 10.” now this is when i start panicking “zuko’s supposed to drive me today”

i check my phone and there it was, 3 missed calls from zuko and approximately

17 messages. and just on queue, he calls me again.

“hey zuzu, i’m sorry. i fell asleep, i’ll be down in a minute” i say as i start running around my apartment, grabbing along everything i need. i mutter a sorry to azula who just shrugs.

“uh-okay. why is azula’s car parked in front of your building?” he asks me. i can already hear his stupid smirk over the phone.

“sorry, bad connection. gotta go!” i say as i hang up the phone, making my way over to my bedroom. i put on a pair of grey sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt. i put my laptop in my bookbag and run back to the living room.

“i’m so sorry i have to leave like this,” i say to azula who’s sitting on the couch. she looks up at me “i feel really bad. but i’ll make it up to you. i swear”

“don’t worry about it. i had fun last night” she smiles at me.

“i had fun too. i’ll leave the keys on the kitchen counter. you can stay here as long as you’d like, just lock up when you leave” i return the smile “also, don’t open the door if mr chung knocks”

I simply had to ward her about mr chung. he’s a single gay man in his fifties who lives next door to me. he’s the main gossip provider of our building. now, don’t get me wrong, i love mr chung and all the hot gossip he offers. but i just wasn’t ready for all my neighbours to begin talking about ‘the new lady in my life’, as mr chung would probably put it

“uh okay, got it. i’ll just get my things and leave then.” azula says as she starts getting up from the couch.

“don’t worry about it” i bid her one last goodbye and grab my coat after i put on my shoes. i sprint down the 5 flights of stairs, deciding against going by elevator. i spot zuko’s car parked next to azulas and get in the passenger seat. i glance at my phone ‘nine-forty five’

“we can make it in fifteen minutes, right?” i ask as i glance at zuko

“it’s fine, we have mrs feng, she’s always late anyways,” zuko says as he starts backing out my driveway. “so…” zuko starts “azula’s car in your driveway? what’s that about?” he smirks

“it’s nothing you should worry about salami face,” i say as i return the smirk.

“i told you to stop calling me that! and don’t you even try to avoid the topic y/n”

“what? are you jealous i chose your sister over you? i knew that you still weren’t over me!” i tease him as i remember our pathetic eight-month relationship our freshman year of college in which we both realised we definitely don’t prefer the opposite gender. it was awkward, to say the least.

zuko rolls his eyes “no, believe it or not. i’m not jealous. so, she slept over?”

“yeah, we watched a movie and we fell asleep. that’s it.”

“hm… interesting,” he smirks and continues driving.

zuko and i enthusiastically sprinted across campus in hopes of making it on time. since luck was apparently on our side, we arrived right on time. we took a few breaths before opening the classroom door.

i quickly thank god for making it on time, before huffing and making my way through the mob of students who were chatting together. i plop down on the seat next to suki who had her head on the desk, her hair covering her face.

“hey suki” i say, putting my things on the table

suki groans as she lifts her head “hey y/n, is she here yet?”

“no, not yet.” i answer as i look around “where did zuko go?” i mutter to myself. of course the fucker escaped.

“here i am, i bought us some coffee,” zuko says as he sits on the chair by suki’s left.

“thanks zu. you’re and angel. i’ll need it too, i hate econ” suki says as she starts sipping on her coffee

“that’s exactly why literally everyone told you not to sign up for it,” zuko reminds her.

“yeah, i specifically remember us begging you not to do it. we knew you were gonna be miserable” i add.

“shut up, you know i needed the points,” suki says while grabbing her head.

“well, i know something that’s gonna cheer you up,” zuko tells her. suki immediately lifts her head, looking between us waiting for somebody to tell her what she missed. i groan and roll my eyes. of course, zuko can’t keep just one thing to himself.

“azula slept over at y/n’s house”

“you slept with azula?! i knew that the date went well, but not that good!” suki yells

“that’s not what he said!” i try to explain to her. just by my luck, mrs feng arrives just before i get a chance to explain myself. during the whole lesson, i could feel suki’s eyes piercing through my shoulder. despite that, i decided to be productive and pay attention. manly to keep my mind off of suki’s groaning and quiet complaining.

after our lesson, we all decided to go to the jasmine dragon and meet up with the rest of the group. suki, zuko and i all got into zuko’s car and drove there. the car ride was surprisingly quiet although i could feel suki’s tension radiating off of her, ready to bombard me with questions.

we made our way to our usual table, which was already occupied by sokka, aang, katara and toph. “hey guys” aang greets us as we all sit down. as soon as we sat down i could feel all eyes land on me. i knew immediately that zuko talked.

“what?” i say, deciding on playing dumb

“you slept with azula!” toph yells, thank god the whole coffee shop can hear her.

“zuko!” i yell at him. of course he can’t keep his mouth shut at any circumstance.

“hey, don’t look at me! suki texted the group chat, i thought you saw it” zuko defends himself while he lifts his hands up, trying to prove his innocence. after that, muffled arguing took over at the table. everybody voicing their opinion at the same time

“guys!” katara stands up “why don’t we let y/n speak?” she suggests

“finally!” i huff as everybody goes quiet. “i didn’t sleep with azula, she just slept over at my place” i exclaim to our table.

“yeah, right” toph snickers.

“hey!” i yell at her direction, fighting the smile coming onto my face. “you of all people should know i’m not like that”

“yeah, toph. we all know y/n’s the biggest prude here” sokka mocks

i roll my eyes “you guys are the worst friends ever.”

we were all in the middle of a heated debate about whether cereal should be considered soup or not (that sokka started, change my mind) when i felt a tap on my shoulder. when i turn around, i notice azula, wearing her usual casual clothes with a bag in her hand. i quickly excuse my self from the table, getting a few winks as i sit up.

“hey, what are you doing here?” i ask her.

“well, my uncle does own this place.” she raises her sharp eyebrows in amusment.

“right, of course. that was a stupid question” i say as i start playing with my hair. i can already feel my cheeks heating up as i look at the table behind azula for help, only getting a few thumbs up in reply.

“anyway, i brought you the clothes you borrowed me last night. i washed and dried them, don’t worry” she says as she gives me the bag.

“thank you, you didn’t have to go through all the trouble, though”

“don’t worry about it, i’ll take up any excuse i can get to see you” se says while flashing me a smile

“well, in that case, i should lend you my clothes more often” i giggled.

“maybe you should” she agreed “my friends are waiting for me, but i’ll see you around, y/n.” she said before turning around and walking back to two girls who were unfamiliar to me.

“yeah, see you around” i quietly sigh, mentally preparing for the interrogation that will take place back at the table occupied by my friends.

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adal-vasari · 4 years

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When in New York / Titanic modern!AU

I originally planned this to be a one chapter story but I got carried away with the storyline and ended up planning a multichapter series... oops... anyway this is kinda shitty and there’s prob some mistakes I didn’t notice but I really had fun writing this so enjoy!

part 1 / part 2 (soon)

Ms. Adele Carrem,

We’re pleased to inform you of your new employment as secretary here at Hope For Humanity. We truly value your decision to work with our team. With your passion and drive for human welfare, you can help our cause grow. We look forward to working with you.

Attached are your flight tickets and your housing information.

Here’s my personal phone number also, use it for questions and emergencies only: (123)-456-7890

See you soon,

Matteo Vasari

Hope For Humanity Representative

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Skyscrapers pass me by as the cab zooms through the snow-covered streets of New York. It’s early morning, the sun was barely rising from the horizon, but the streets of Manhattan is already full of life. My flight from London was tiresome, but seeing how beautiful New York is at Christmas time made the long trip worthwhile. Manhattan was a winter wonderland adorned in Christmas decorations; I couldn’t help but feel like a kid waiting for Santa to come around again. The cab keeps going and we pass by a giant-sized Christmas tree, beside me my sister, Hileni, gasps in wonder.

“Maybe leaving London isn’t too bad after all.” Hileni blurts out making me smile. I can hardly believe that I’ll get to spend my life here after being in London for almost all my life

“Okay miss, here you are, Roseberry Heights.” The cab driver announced as he approaches yet another high-rise building. We enter through a gate that asked for my credentials and soon enough we reach the entrance of the building. Light snow fell from the sky as Hileni and I step out of the car. I hand Hileni the money to give to the driver as I unload our suitcases from the back. Once all our belongings are out of the trunk, the cab drives away leaving Hileni and me alone.

“Alright habibti, you take the two small suitcases and I’ll get the rest,” I say as Hileni watched me drag the rest of our suitcases inside the lobby. She looks at me with concern but I reassure her with a smile. I continue to haul our belongings in the building, trying not to look like I’m struggling.

“Adal watch out!” Hileni called, a little too late for I suddenly bump into a stranger, causing our bags to topple over. I hear a soft “oop” from the stranger as the bags fall towards him.

“I- I am so sorry! Hold on let me get those out of the way. I am so terribly sorry believe me.” I said as I felt my cheeks getting hot in embarrassment. Hileni comes to my aid, also apologizing to the stranger profusely.

“That’s okay, don’t worry about it! Hold on let me help you.” The stranger replied with a smile, we make brief eye contact and I catch the sight of his beautiful hazel eyes. He carries our bags with ease, his muscles flexed in the process and I try not to stare. “Where to miss?” He asks me and I snap out of my thoughts. Hileni, standing beside the man, is trying her hardest not to burst in a fit of laughter.

“Oh no please it’s alright, we’ll manage. We don’t want to impose.” I reply as I try to take back the bags from him, he refuses and shakes his head no.

“Please, I insist. Let me help the two of you.”

Hileni looks at me for a response and I nod. “Well, in that case, I’ll go get the keys and the floor number from the receptionist,” I replied shyly and hurried away to the front desk. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself before speaking again. I showed the receptionist my credentials and she then hands me two sets of keys along with information on the location of the apartment.

“Tenth and last floor, apartment 1081.” I stated as I walked back to Hileni and the man.

“Follow me, I live on that floor too. I’m just 3 doors to the left of your apartment.” The stranger replies while holding our two heaviest luggage effortlessly. He motions for us to follow him to the elevator. Hileni and I trail behind him while rolling our luggage along. Once in the elevator, I press the button for the 10th floor. It was silent for a couple of seconds until the man speaks up.

“I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Charlie by the way, you must be Adal and…?” Charlie turns to Hileni with a smile in which she reciprocates.

“It’s Adele actually but Adal is fine. This over here is my sister, Hileni.” I reply casually and Hileni waves at him.

“Thank you for helping us, Charlie. I don’t know if we’d make it to our apartment without you, seeing as my sister can be quite clumsy.” Hileni says giving me a teasing smirk which made Charlie chuckle.

“Don’t mind her, she has a knack of being overly dramatic,” I say while toying with my luggage tag, trying to suppress my embarrassment. Charlie chuckles again at my comment.

“I’m sure she would’ve managed fine without me, but it doesn’t hurt to lend a hand,” Charlie answers Hileni coolly while flashing me a sweet smile. My cheeks flush at the sight of Charlie and I silently pray that the elevator goes faster.

“Your accents are beautiful by the way, where are you guys from? If you don’t mind me asking.” Charlie starts up another conversation and looks at me for a response. I appreciate his effort to get to know Hileni and I since I’m not too good at conversations.

“We’re from London originally, but we had to move because of my new job. Your city is beautiful by the way, you’ve got to show us around sometime.” I responded genuinely and Charlie grins proudly while nodding his head in agreement.

“Of course! Just tell me when and I’d gladly take you guys around.” Charlie says, he begins to say something else but the ding of the elevator cuts him off. The door opens, revealing a young woman with curly, fiery red hair.

“Hey Charlie! New neighbors? Go on and introduce me then!” She says excitedly while stepping aside to make room for us to exit.

“Morning Lena! This is Adele and Hileni, they’re from London,” Charlie answers as he retrieves our luggage from inside the elevator, “Adele and Hileni, this is Lena.”

“Wow London? How exciting! Welcome to New York by the way and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance!” Lena extends a hand to me which I shake, she does the same to Hileni also. “Anyway,” she adds, “I wish I can stay longer and chat but I sadly have work. Hopefully we can chat after though if that’s okay.”

“I’d love that! Just come by after work and I’ll make some tea. Thank you for the warm welcome, Lena.” I answer kindly, smiling at Lena’s friendliness. She flashes me a smile back and waved goodbye as the elevator door closes.

“Lena’s very nice, I imagine you two getting along well,” Charlie comments besides me and I nod.

“I imagine that too, I’m loving all of this already. I’m glad I came here.” I respond genuinely. I had second thoughts about moving to another country since it felt too good to be true, but I think I’ve made the right choice. I felt stagnant and a little stuck in London, but moving to New York so far feels refreshing, the start of something new and great.

Charlie pats my shoulder, smiling and then replies, “I’m glad too.” He begins to walk, Hileni and I follow beside him.

“I like her, I hope she comes by after her work,” Hileni says approvingly as she walks beside me and I squeeze her hand.

“Me too habibti, me too.”

After a few more steps, Charlie presents us with our new apartment. I take the keys out of my pocket and unlock the door. The door opens to a cozy and minimally decorated living room followed with glass windows that allowed for a beautiful view of Central Park. Hileni and I step in together, the two of us then simultaneously drop the bags we’re carrying and our mouths fell wide open in awe. For a moment I thought about how lucky I was for not being the one to pay for this apartment since this probably costs thousands.

“Wow… I mean wow… The view from here is beautiful, in my apartment I only see a window to the next building!” Charlie says with a chuckle, also dropping our bags to the floor. I turn to him and we both share a look of excitement.

“This is better than our old apartment in London, I can’t believe this,” Hileni says as she rushes over to the telescope situated by the huge glass windows to get a closer view of Central Park.

Charlie and I left Hileni by the telescope and began to explore the apartment together. We pass by the small but simple kitchen and the minimalist dining room. We then ventured upstairs to the bedrooms, one for Hileni and for me. Charlie and I skipped the bathrooms upstairs and went straight to the mystery door at the end of the second-floor hallway. Charlie opens it for me and we are then greeted with a surprise: my very own rooftop garden right in the heart of Manhattan. he rooftop floor and furniture were covered in light snow, but nonetheless, it was still beautiful,

“How much are you paying for this apartment, seriously? You get your own little hideaway and everything! I’m in the tenth floor but I don’t have all this.” Charlie exclaims as he explores the rooftop, the wind blowing his scarf softly as he walks.

“I don’t have a clue, but I’m glad it’s not me who’s paying,” I reply while looking out to the city, the wind blowing on my hair.

“Your job’s paying for this? They must really want you here then.” Charlie says as he stands next to me, his hand holding the railing as we both observe the bustling city below us.

“To be honest, I do think it’s a little too good to be true, but I pray it isn’t like that. I’d like to think that jobs really do take care of employees.” I say while twiddling with my fingers, hiding a tinge of anxiety.

“I’m sure your job does want to give the best to their employees, if anything you can always quit and find a new one but since they’re paying for you to be here…”

“They can easily take this all away from me.” I sigh finishing Charlie’s sentence making him wince, he places his hand on top of mine in comfort which made me feel a little better about my situation. Telling Charlie my worries seemed to be lifting a burden that I’ve been carrying since I got to New York. Ever since I’ve received the email from Mr. Vasari, I’ve pondered about my decision. Is this really a good idea? So far it is, New York has given me two new friends and a new life that’s far better than what I had in London, however, I can’t help but think that the worst is yet to come.

“I pray it doesn’t come to that though,” Charlie says, giving me an empathetic look. The two of us stand in a comforting silence for a few seconds commiserating with each other.

“Thank you for letting spew out my bullshit on you and being so kind to me and my sister. I’m glad I almost tripped you in the lobby.” I say jokingly while placing my other hand on top of his, Charlie then places his other hand on top of mine playfully making me chuckle at his gesture.

“It’s what I’m here for,” Charlie states with a small giggle while drawing circles on my hand with his thumb.

After a couple of minutes of small talk on the roof, we both head back downstairs to Hileni. I offered Charlie to stay a little longer and we spend the afternoon talking and getting to know each other. Over tea, I learned that Charlie is a college senior who’s majoring in civil engineering. He tells me that he’s doing a paid internship with a private civil engineering company that allowed him to live in New York without being “penniless and homeless.” In exchange for telling me his story, I tell him a little bit of mine. I tell him about my parents’ passing and that it’s just been Hileni and me ever since. Charlie and I bond over our life stories, getting closer with each passing tale.

We didn’t even realize that we’ve spent the whole day talking until we’ve noticed that it’s dark out. Charlie, Hileni, and I are sitting in the living room when we hear the doorbell ring. Hileni gets up to go and see who it could be and sure enough, Lena strolls in the apartment holding a bag full of Chinese takeout food for dinner. All four of us gather at the dining room to feast on the food while chatting away once again. I learned that Lena is a model who works for various fashion companies, she tells me that her most notable work was being a model for Duff, which is a world-renowned haute couture brand.

“Honestly, with a pretty face and a sugar daddy? You can do anything.” Lena says in her thick New Yorker accent. Charlie, Lena, and I burst into laughter leaving Hileni confused. She looks at us quizzically making us laugh even more.

“Wait what’s a sugar daddy?” Hileni asks curiously, sending the three of us into another fit of laughter. “I’m serious!” She adds but none of us had the heart to tell her what the word meant.

By the time we finished dinner, it was already 11 p.m, Lena was the first one to leave but before she does, she gives me her phone number so we can talk whenever. Charlie then leaves right after her and he too gives me his phone number. Like a proper host, I walk him outside the door and greeted him goodnight.

“Thank you for today by the way. I had a great time getting to know you. Maybe we can do this again sometime?” He asks me, his voice gentle and unsure.

“I mean you do live three doors down from me so just come over whenever you feel like,” I said reassuringly and Charlie beams at my response. Before parting, Charlie gives me a quick hug and walks away but he then does something completely unexpected: he turns back and gives me a gentle kiss on the cheek leaving me dazed.

“Goodnight Adal, see you tomorrow.”

Before I could give a proper reaction, Charlie has already gone inside his home. I stand there running my hand on my cheek, feeling the warmth of Charlie’s kiss until Hileni comes outside.

“What’s taking you so long– oh I see what happened here,” Hileni says teasingly which sends me back to reality.

“See what? You saw nothing! Wipe that smirk off your face.” I say as I push Hileni in, making her giggle.

“Charlie and Adele sitting in the tree, K-I-S–“ Hileni jokingly taunts, making me roll my eyes.

“Go to bed!” I said cutting her off, making Hileni burst into yet another fit of laughter.

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buckybarnesappreciationsociety · 6 years

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“A Chance for Happiness” Part 4 (Haylee and Kaylee Barnes)

Summary: Judge Ingram rules on Bucky and Y/N’s adoption petition.

Characters: Bucky x Reader OFC: Haylee and Kaylee, Steve, Tony, Judge Ingram, Pepper, Nat, Wanda, Sam

Word Count: 1,296

Warning: Maximum fluff (I teared up)

A/N: Children with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome are slower to develop mentally and physically. On the growth spectrum, they’re 3 years old mentally in 5 year old bodies.

Oftentimes, in foster care homes, they are bullied by staff and other children. This happened to Haylee and Kaylee. Unable to express their feelings, adults would say mean things or children shunned them.

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Language translation: Dahyee---Dolly; Tapin’merita--Captain America; Iwoman--Ironman; Yike--Like; Ote dote--Okey dokey; Toopid--Stupid; Ugwey--Ugly; Dats--That’s; Hayee/Tayee; Haylee/Kaylee

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James Buchanan and Y/N Y/M/N Barnes knows all too well living as Hydra’s puppets. Having your strings pulled for their sinister plans, morphing from human to a cold blooded assassin without feelings. Y/N fared a little better. She wasn’t controlled by words. Hydra would inject her with whatever the mad scientists wanted tested.

In return, Y/N experienced an adverse reaction. Nausea, headaches, increased physical stamina. So, Hydra decided to use the duo as puppets to further their twisted agenda. No one knew the body count, you can assure the number exceeded 50. For the record, Bucky DID NOT kill JFK!!

Bucky and Y/N enjoyed married life, working with the Avengers, eradicating Hydra. The missing puzzle piece; children. Bucky unwillingly had a vasectomy; Y/N sterilized.

Spending time with Clint and Laura’s kids filled a miniscule part of the ache. Bucky and Y/N longed for the pitter patter of little feet running to their waiting arms.

Standing in the way of Bucky and Y/N’s happily ever after, a sullen judge by the name of Augustus Ingram.

Pacing the floor, Bucky played the ‘what if’ game. “What if he doesn’t give’um to us? I couldn’t take it doll.”

“James, if it’s meant to be, Haylee and Kaylee will be here tomorrow night. Now, come to bed.”

VERDICT

9:00--The bailiff escorted Bucky and Y/N in Judge Ingram’s chambers.

Haylee and Kaylee, wearing cute blue dresses, white socks, black dress shoes, two pigtails adorned with blue and white ribbons, chatted with Judge Ingram, licking a lollipop. “Hewoe. Wook. Tandy!!”

Bucky teased Kaylee. “You didn’t save a lollipop for me? I’m gonna cry.” Kaylee laughed. “Sowy. Man, daddy yike tandy.” “All my candy’s gone.” “No tandy daddy.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Barnes, please have a seat. I’ve presided over numerous adoption hearings for 20 years. NEVER have I heard anything so heinous as what happened to you. After that day, I went home, hugged my kids, and cried. It takes despicable, I dare not call them humans, evil to inflict such pain. Sitting here chatting with Haylee and Kaylee, they’re sweet, smart, amazing little girls, not responsible for the hand they’ve been dealt. It’s come to my attention, they were bullied. Kids didn’t understand why Haylee and Kaylee talked the way they did. So, the twins withdrew, only playing with each other. Now, they have a mother and father who will love them unconditionally.”

Tears fell from Y/N’s eyes. Bucky rubbed the back of his neck in disbelief. “Your Honor, please don’t tease us.”

“Mr. Barnes, I wouldn’t dare. With great pleasure, say hello to Haylee Marie and Kaylee Mariah Barnes.”

Excited, Haylee and Kaylee stood beside Judge Ingram, kissing his wet cheek. “Tank you. We dot mommy and daddy. Wuv you. Bye bye.”

Bucky tried hard to keep his composure; didn’t work. Haylee crawled in his lap. “Done cwy daddy. It awwight. We doe pway dahyee?”

Y/N tickled Kaylee’s stomach. She twisted and turned filling the room with laughter. “Yes munchkin. We’ll play with dolly all day if you want.”

Haylee slid from Bucky’s lap, pulling his massive hand. “Wet’s doe pway dahyee daddy.”

Y/N mouthed ‘thank you.’ Judge Ingram nodded. “Take care of those angels.”

Steve, Nat, Wanda, and Sam waited with bated breath. Tony fidgeted in his seat.

As the doors slowly opened, Bucky held Haylee and Kaylee in his arms, followed by Y/N.

Thunderous applause erupted!!! Steve congratulated the elated couple. “Wow, you’re parents!”

Tony wiped his eyes. “Mr. and Mrs. Frosty and their little ice cubes.” Pepper elbowed his side. “Ow.” “Behave!”

Haylee and Kaylee couldn’t believe their eyes. Captain America and Ironman in the flesh!

“Mommy wookie. Tapin’merita and Iwoman!!! Daddy wookie, wookie!!!!”

Steve’s chest puffed; Tony’s head ballooned larger than normal. “Hello tiny fans. I’m Tony.”

“Hewoe. I Hayee, dat Tayee. You Iwoman?” “Why yes I am.”

“Ote dote. Bye bye.” “I don’t know whether to be happy or offended.”

Nat chided. “Don’t take it personal Tony. You have that effect on every woman.”

Steve greeted his goddaughters. “Hi darlings.” “You Tapin’merita?” “Yep. What’s your name?”

“Tayee and Hayee. Dat mommy and daddy.” “Nice to meet you Haylee n’ Kaylee.”

“Uh huh. Bye bye.” “What’cha say now Ice Pop?”

Pepper smiled. “Hello Kaylee and Haylee.” “Hewoe pwetty yaydee.”

Wanda and Nat introduced themselves. “I’m Wanda and that’s Nat.”

Haylee and Kaylee’s lips quivered. “Mommy, we tain’t shay.”

Y/N suggested, “Can you say Te Te?”

“Yesch. Hewoe Te Te!!!” Clapping, Bucky and Y/N praised their daughters. “Good job!”

WELCOME HOME

Bucky and Y/N returned to their suite at the compound. Haylee and Kaylee stood in place,

spellbound. “Babies, this is your home for now.” Kaylee hopped on the sofa. “Pwetty mommy.”

Haylee tipped in the bedroom, taking in the view. “Wook daddy.” On the bed was a large box, wrapped in pink. Bucky opened the top, shaking his head.

“Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Winter Breeze. Frozen and I are the cool uncles.”

Signed, Tony and Capsicle.

In the box, Captain America and Ironman pajamas. “Doll, Tony struck again.” Y/N shook her head, “Those two will never quit.”

PARTY TIME

Balloons, party hats, bubbles, streamers, horns, food, dessert, stuffed animals adorned a table.

Nat, Wanda, Pepper, Sam, Steve and Tony cheered. Haylee and Kaylee joined in. Steve tried to dance to no avail. Tony recorded the precious moments for Bucky and Y/N.

Pepper consulted a Fetal Alcohol Syndrome nutritionist, Dr. Amelia Norton. “Mr. and Mrs. Barnes, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” “Same here Dr. Norton.”

“Your daughter’s diet is fairly simple. Purchase only organic fruits, vegetables. Beware of food containing alcohol. If possible, homemade breads, pastries, yogurt and granola. I brought a cookbook that’s easy to follow.”

“What about a speech therapist?”

“Mr. Barnes, Haylee and Kaylee don’t need a speech therapist.” “WHAT??”

Tony joined the conversation. “Sorry did I hear you correctly?” Pepper vetted several speech therapists for the twins.

“Yes Mr. Stark. Personalized talking books, animal sounds, alphabets, flash cards, crayon, construction paper and patience are just what any doctor would order.”

“What about social interaction and potty training?”

Nodding towards the girls, “Look at them. Eating, laughing, running around. Potting training? Since we’ve been here, Ms. Maximoff has taken Haylee and Kaylee to the bathroom twice.”

Everything clicked. Instead of spending time with the girls, they were pushed to the back burner at the foster home.

“Thank you Dr. Norton.” “It was my pleasure. Good night.” Pepper walked her to the elevator.

“Guys, this feels like a dream. Gazing into Haylee and Kaylee’s eyes, our hearts melt. Marrying James filled an empty space in my life. Adopting our sweet peas completed the puzzle. We love each one of you.”

“Doll, the girls are gettin’ sleepy. Time for bed.”

“You’re right. Sweetheart, say ‘goodnight.”

Yawning, Haylee waved, “Nigh nigh. Wuv you.” “Tayee wuv you. Bye bye.”

Everyone returned the sentiment. “Goodnight ladybugs.

Tucking Haylee and Kaylee in, Bucky and Y/N stood next to the bed.

“Doll, m’dreaming right?”

“No Mr. Barnes. Haylee Marie and Kaylee Mariah Barnes are here, with their parents, aunts, and uncles.”

“Mrs. Barnes, I love ya.” “Mr. Barnes, I love you too.”

Y/N climbed under the covers; Bucky stretched out in his lounge chair, wrapped in a blanket.

Yes, the missing pieces of the puzzle in the form of gray eyes and brunette hair, sucking their thumbs, clutching Care Bears.

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skymoonandstardust · 6 years

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Office Hero Part 2

An: Here we are. . .Part two. Hope this lives up to your expectations babes <3 and in case you missed it, here’s part one. Happy reading!

You’d first met the enigma that was Clark Kent six months ago . . .and for all that time you’d been watching him, trying to keep track of anything and everything in an attempt to unravel his mystery. Every time he left, everywhere he went, who he talked to, what he did, all the things he said—you made a mental note of it all. And a literal note too. All your months of research were recoded in a notebook that you kept on you at all times, ready to be whipped out and written in at any second. Not to mention you had a typed copy of it all in a word document on your computer that was backed up on two memory sticks (you could never be too careful) every single observation you made, all the theories you came up with, articles and documents that had anything to do with him—it was all there.

For all that research though, you still hadn’t figured him out yet.

There was still no describable obvious reason why Clark Kent, the quiet, shy, mild mannered journalist with the large dorky glasses would be dangerous enough for a Ten. . . and by now it was driving you crazy. You needed to find out.

Though now you seemed to have less time then ever. On top of your usual job was the problem of superman. Ever since the man of steel had shown up (a week or so after Clark had as a matter of fact, a coincidence you cursed) it seemed like everyone was on superman duty. Every time there was ever any news of superman or a disaster close by that he might show up at, the nearest most available journalist would be sent out to cover it—never mind if they usually wrote for the sport section or waxed eloquent about the latest fashion every issue.

If it had to do with superman it had to be seen and reported which meant all hands on deck and no one was excluded. Of course, the most recognized superman reporters and the duo at the forefront of the pack was Clark Kent and Lois Lane. . . but since Clark was somewhat flaky, what with disappearing left and right, Lois was being rescued more than half the time and the sheer volume of crisis in Metropolis-- paired with all the superman sightings, it took much more than two reporters to get it all.

It seemed like more than once a day now you were being dragged away from your work to write something superman related or kicked out of the daily planet to go to one crime scene after another in the hopes that the man in blue would show up. . .and then whether he had or not you’d have to trudge back to your office and finished your usual pile of work, along with whatever you may or may not have gotten on superman. What made it even more annoying was the discovery that the hero was also a ten on the danger scale—it made you think of Clark and his ten, sending your mind in a downward spiral of wondering how Clark Kent could be as dangerous as the man of steel himself. . .

It was a lot to handle, practically twice the work so it was no surprise that you had very little time left over for observing or Clark Kent and his mysterious ten.

Thankfully today seemed to be a quiet day—no supervillains, huge crimes, explosions or threats to the city which meant no sign of superman. . . but then it was still early, not even lunch yet so there was still plenty of time for something crazy to happen. Still, you couldn’t continue your research or observation either since there had been no sight of Clark anywhere, so you still felt a little down and crabby as you typed away.

Oh, would you look at that! what’s that saying? “Speak of the devil and he shall appear”? well that’s just what happened because right as you finished the thought the Kansas farmboy himself showed up. though, It wasn’t Clark but the the girl beside him, chatting away as she walked through the glass door he held open for her that drew your attention immediately.

She was taller than him (which was saying a lot because Clark’s no midget) and thin, but not the stick figure of the magazine model. it was the tough thinness of the athlete, all muscle and strength from constant never-ending use and training. She had to be an athlete you thought, or at least work out a lot. Her long dark hair was held back in a ponytail and piercing eyes surveyed the room from a pale beautiful face. She was pretty, no doubt about that, but somehow unlike so many others her beauty only made you feel lifted up instead of making you compare yourself and tear your own beauty down--- as had happened too many times to count. You guessed that she’d probably be a six on the danger scale. tough no doubt—but no ten.

You were right about one thing; no way was she a ten.

They started walking around the room, Clark introducing her to everyone along the way and you kept half an eye on them as they steadily came closer . . .and the eleven above her head gradually grew more visible.

Unfortunately, when you saw it you’d just stood up, about to head to the printing machine when you noticed it and stopped dead in your tracks, heart pounding. It felt like every atom and part of you was shaking as you stared at those numbers in complete disbelief—stunned to your core. That had to be wrong-- It just had to be wrong! You’d never seen an eleven in your life. You didn’t even think that the numbers could go up that high!! . . . until now anyway. You blinked in astonishment and yep, the numbers were still there above her head and still the same. As you saw them walking toward you you couldn’t help but step back in fear, half thinking of bolting and making a quick escape to the copy room and hiding till she was gone.

It was a fleeting thought that you squashed as soon as it was formed, rallying yourself almost immediately. No, you shouldn’t run. Hardening yourself and gathering your courage you stood your ground and waited for the two of them to come to you—there wasn’t time to run anyway because Clark and the mysterious woman were already approaching, that Eleven getting larger and bolder every second along with Clark’s Ten.

As they stopped in front of you, you forced an easy smile, desperately avoiding glancing at either of the floating digits that seemed to be begging for attention.

Your forced grin must have been convincing enough because Clark didn’t seem to notice, and he didn’t say anything about it. He only flashed his usual bright smile and gestured to the woman next to him “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”

“Hi, nice to meet you—I’m Y/N.” You said holding out your hand.

She immediately took it and gave it a frim shake that was stronger then you were expecting. It was worse then Clark’s and Clark was notorious for having an iron handshake, which you’d experienced to your displeasure more than once. . . thankfully this came in use now because you were able to put up a poker face and not wince or flinch at her hard grip.

“So this is the famous Y/N? It’s an honor to meet you.”

“Famous?” you chuckled “hardly.” Thankfully Diana released the grip now and you resisted the urge to shake or rub your arm to dispel the numbness. “You are to me. Clark talks about you so often I feel like I know you, that you’re my friend too.”

“That much huh?” Your eyes flicked over to Clark who had an altogether too pleased grin on his face.

Diana nodded “Yes, that much. In fact, besides Lois you’re all he talks about—you’re clearly his dearest friend.” At that you grinned widely and looked over at Clark who avoided your gaze by staring at the tv screen playing the news above the three of you, looking slightly embarrassed and sheepish. He hardly ever acted that way, so It was way more fun than It should have been to see him like that “Is that so?”

It was Diana who answered, “Very much so.”

“Alright—” Clark spoke up, good natured as always “I think that’s enough of the two of you ganging up on me.” You and Diana looked at each other, smiling and you could tell she was as close to laughing as you were “Ok, ok” you conceded, barely concealing the happy amusement in your voice “We’ll change the subject.”

You turned back to Diana “So then, where are you from?”

“It’s a small island near Greece in the Aegean Sea. . .”

The conversation went on for another minute or two before the three of you were saying goodbye’s and Clark and Diana were walking off.

Another high number on the danger scale that doesn’t seem to deserve it That’s what was going through your head as you watched them walk away. Like Clark she seemed nothing but nice and kind --- and if you hadn’t seen the numbers for yourself you never would have believed that she would measure anywhere near Clark’s ten let alone blow the entire scale out of the water.

Two extremely dangerous people just happening to find each other and become friends? What were the chances of that? you didn’t need to do the math to know it was slim. If you hadn’t been sure before you were sure now that something was going on and that there was definitely something up with Mr. Clark Kent. And now his friend Diana too. . .

The mystery had just deepened, and you were more determined than ever to get to the bottom of it.

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