ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Raised {Felix x ChildReader}

Guess who got her braces off today!!! Sorry to those of you I'm flexing on, but taffy tastes like freedom.

Third Person P.O.V.

"Okay (Y/n), which is more important?" A man asked his two year old. He had set her down in front of a dollar bill, a toy, and a phone. The girl, being able to walk and form some words, walked to her father. "Dada." She squealed happily. Tears sprang to his eyes, and he hugged her. "She chose me." He thought.

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"Daddyyyyyy!" A small voice rang out. A little girl, just 4 years old, ran to a dirty blonde Swede who is her father. Her (h/c) hair flowing behind her, she found her way to a room where he was setting up a camera. The girl grips his legs from behind. "Daddy, hide me!" She demands, smiling. Startled, the Swede looks down. "Why?" She points to the door. "Mommy is trying to tickle me." She giggles. The man, Felix, smiles at his daughter. "Alright, I'll help." She giggles in delight, and makes grabby hands to be picked up. Felix lifts her, helping her hide behind the desk. "You have to be very quiet." Felix remind, pitting emphasis on very. (Y/n), being the small girl she is, nods despite knowing she will probably laugh.

Felix continues working as if nothing happened as he knew a few moments later his wife, Marzia, would walk in. And she did. "Have you seen (Y/n)?" She smirked, knowing full well the small child was in here. "Nope, no smol has been in here." He replied in the voice people always do when they are trying to make the other person know they're lying. A giggle was heard from behind the desk, not surprisingly. Marzia crept quietly to the desk. She laughed as the little girl looked up at her with big eyes. "Gotcha!" Marzia shouts, lifting her daughter up and tickling her. "Mommy, no! Mommy, stop! Help, Daddy!" (Y/n) said between laughs. But instead of being the hero and helping her like he usually did, he joined Marzia in tickling her. "Nooooooo!"

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"Math is too hard!" The half Swedish half Italian girl groaned. Her father just shook his head, laughing silently at her. Marzia smacked him a little, before rubbing the sixth graders back. "Relax honey, we'll help you." (Y/n) wipes tears of frustration from her eyes, nodding. "Thank you." Felix pulled up a chair next to his daughter. "Never be afraid to ask for help. Don't be too prideful either. You mother and I will always be here to help you." He reassured. She nodded, hugging her father. "Thanks dad. I love you." He kissed the top of her head. "I love you too."

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Felix clings to his chair, a terrified expression on his face. "We are traveling at terrifying, inhuman speeds! AHHHHHHHHHH!" The Swedish man screams. The (h/c) haired girl next to his rolls her eyes, smiling nonetheless. "Dad, were going 5 miles an hour in an empty parking lot." But he doesn't calm down. "I'm gonna die." She groans. "Are you going to teach me to drive or not?" He laughs, lifting the camera to see her too. "This is the thanks I get for making you into a wonderful person." (Y/n) laughs, lifting her middle to the camera. "(Y/n)!" Felix gasped, not really that surprised.

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"Yeah, yeah, you're very threatening. Can we go now, Dad?" A 17 year old groaned. "No." Her father replied, hardened face. Marzia laughs. "Yes you can go, don't mind him. You two have a nice date." She says. "Thank you, Mom." (Y/n) says with relief, grabbing the hand of her new boy/girlfriend. They walk out the door, Felix following them. "One more thing. No sex, even if (Y/n) suggests it, you say no!" He called to them as they were leaving. "Dad!" An embarrassed, red faced, girl shouted back.

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This was it. The day he was not ready for. He had to give his daughter away. Her soon-to-be husband/wife stood at the end of the aisle. Martiza sat tearfully in the front row. "You ready for this?" Felix asked his daughter. She nodded without hesitation. "I love them. Are you ready for this?" He shook his head. "Not in the slightest." She kissed his cheek. "It's going to okay. I love you, Dad." He kissed her forehead. "I love you too, (Y/n)." Then the music played, meaning they had to go. He wasn't ready. He still saw her as the little girl who chose him, who loved tickle fights, hated math, and wanted to learn to drive a car.

When he sat down, he could still see her as a small girl. A small girl playing dress up perhaps, pretending to get married to her teddy. He wished so badly that he would wake up, and that this was a dream, that she was still a little girl. "I now pronounced you married." The pastor said. The newly weds locked lips. Claps and whistles let out. Felix and Marzia cling to each other, crying for their little girl.

"It is now time for the father - daughter dance." Felix made his way to the dance floor with (Y/n). Soft and slow music played. "You cried." She noted. He nods. "That's because I saw you up there, and I knew that I wanted you to be a little girl again. But I also knew, that we raised you right." She smiled at him, a stray tear falling. He wiped it away. "I love you so much, Daddy." She said, resting her head on his shoulder. He kissed her head, as he has done many times before. "I love you too."