IneffableValkyrie

This story is set after the events of "Who Killed Markiplier?" so if you haven't seen those videos yet, please don't read this as spoilers lie ahead. Thank You. Something has been off for several days now. I would know. I know everything about him. I know him and his personality better than anyone in the entire building. It’s both my job and my duty as his closest friend. ‘Mr. Mayor’ got back from his trip to visit a friend a few days ago, and ever since the second day he’s been back, he’s been acting stranger than normal. Damien always liked to smile whenever I’d enter his office. Whenever I’d ask h

Today was Christmas! The day every child waits for, and today was the day! Your little feet ran down the wood floor hallway into your daddy's room. You jumped on his bed. "Daddy! Daddy! It's Christmas! I think Santa came!" you giggled and hugged him awake. Steve woke up smiling at his little baby girl. You pulled him up. "Come on daddy!" you squealed happily. Steve chuckled and picked you up and hugged you. "Good morning princess. I think Santa came, since I bet you were on the Nice List!" he grinned at you and carried you down to the living room. "SANTA CAME!" you nearly jumped out of his hands. Presents filled the living room, and since yo

Mean Request for tinker bell A/N: Father/daughter fic. “Why you gotta be so mean?” Tears streamed down your face as you stomped down the sidewalk, pulling your coat as tightly around your body as you could. Your head was down, watching your feet. You did all you could make yourself invisible. All you wanted to do was disappear inside yourself and never come out. Sometimes, you really wished you were a turtle. “Hey, weasel!” a familiarly horrid voice called from behind you. You turned hesitantly, knowing what was coming. “Do you really expect people to believe that you’re Hawkeye’s daughter?̶

Y/n looked up from her bed in the bunker. There was a scratching sound coming her door. “That’s not right,” She muttered. There were no animals in the bunker. Sam knocked and Dean didn’t even do that. Her heart rate sped up “That’s not right at all,” Y/n slip out of bed and grabbed the knife on her bed stand. Her feet made little sound as she tiptoed to the door. She tightened her grip on the knife, mentally bracing herself for a fight. She took a deep breath and cracked the door open. To her relief it wasn’t a monster. That was the last thing she wanted on one of her days off. Oh no, it wa

  After Jefferson went away, you were left alone to take care of Grace. And your, as of yet, unborn child. You had realized that you were pregnant about a week after Jefferson left, and you knew in your heart that even though your child deserved a father, they would never have one. There would just never be another Jefferson, and you would never be able to replace him.   You missed him more and more with each day that passed, and you knew that Grace did too. Grace had been with Jefferson since birth as opposed to you had only been with Jefferson for almost a year, but it still fucking hurt. Grace was certainly the stronger of you too, and yo

a.n: because i think we were all SHOOK thanks to tom holland //////////////////////////////////////////////////// You and Peter had been dating for a few months now, and you always would stay at each others houses, but you had never stayed the night at Peter's yet. Peter, although he wouldn't admit it, loved staying at your house. Sure, he loved his aunt, but your house was something special. Your room, in particular, had quite possibly the best aesthetic he had ever seen: shelves lined with records, a record player standing proudly by the window of your room, fairy lights hanging around your bed, which gave the room a cozy, heavenly glow,

“Draco, no. I can’t do this.” You whispered harshly, tugging your wrist out of Draco’s grasp. “Please, __y/n__? My father’s not home, I just want you to meet my mother and then we can leave.” Draco tried, gazing at you hopefully. You and Draco had been dating for seven years, and you had actually just gotten engaged, and in that whole amount of time, you hadn’t met his parents. You were scared. You weren’t a pureblood, which Draco had accepted when he first admitted that he liked you, but you had no idea how his parents would react. You sighed, glancing down at the glittering ring on