IneffableValkyrie

  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

Jesse McCree was something of an enigma to even those who knew him best. Granted the only ones who knew him well were law enforcement officers, but it was clear that even if you wanted to get close to him, it was practically impossible. Well, save for one individual. “Easy, Jesse. Easy.” You coaxed him into the medical bay, helping the heavy man onto one of the examination tables. If it weren’t for you holding him up he would have dropped to the floor a long while ago. You were careful in settling him down, making sure he didn’t slump over and block what little air he had going into his lungs. The outlaw didn’

(Name) Castle watched as the game came to a halt for a quick break. It was the annual neighborhood baseball game, and she found that as the years went on and the participants got older, the more often the breaks came to be. She smiled and sauntered over to the fence of the field that the community got together to build up and maintain just for this event, watching as her husband strutted over to the same position, just on the other side of the fence. The neighborhood spared no expense on their annual ballgame, and so Frank was truly decked out from head to toe in a baseball uniform. This year his team's uniform was green with white pinstripes

Logan looked down at his little girl as she ran off to play with her friends. This was his first time taking her to her kindergarten class, you having been out of town for a few days since Saturday, and it was now Monday. His brow furrowed as he noticed his baby playing with a few boys. He didn't like that. He'd make sure to talk to you about it when you got home later that night. He walked over to his little girl and crouched down. "I'll see you later, Liv." "Bye Daddy!" She dismissed, never looking away from her friends. Logan frowned, "I don't get a hug? Or a kiss?" Olivia turned her head to look at her father, "You're being weird D