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Clues To My Heart - Jughead x Reader

Here you go! It’s slightly longer than usual!
I tried my best to make it as sweet as possible without it being overly sappy for someone like Jughead :)
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“Jughead,” you seeth, eyes ablaze, “Get the hell out of my sight,”

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head in what looks like to be disappointment, his eyes filled with hurt and anger, but turns around and leaves anyway. You deflate a little, the argument that just happened sapping the energy out of you and you collapse onto a nearby park bench. It started innocently enough but it somehow just grew out of proportion, and into one of the worse fights you’ve ever had before. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes and you stubbornly wipe them away, unwilling to let your emotions get the best of you as the words he said to you echoes in your head.

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I just love yellow, and I love Dodie in yellow.

The One Where He Doesn’t

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

Summary: Alec ended his relationship with you to marry Lydia and since then, you hadn’t spoken. After trying to save Ragnor, you end up facing certain death. The only question is, if you wake up will you still have time to win Alec back or will he be the new Mr. Branwell? 

A/N: did anyone else fully squeal over tonight’s new episode? #malec
oh and there’s new writing so check out my new jace imagine here and my first ‘the 100′ imagine with john murphy here!

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“Y/N…”

“Go, I’ll stay with her,” Magnus states, his hands hovering over your body, “She’ll be okay.”

Jace hesitates as he watches over you, “Magnus…”

“Go,” he commands and Clary nods, pulling Jace through the portal with her.

Your eyes flutter open and Magnus breathes out a sigh of relief, slumping against the wall, “Oh thank god,” he mumbles.

“What happened?”

“Shax demon,” he grumbles, “You fell over the bannister trying to save Ragnor.”

“Is he-“

“He’s dead,” Magnus stammers, his voice shaking.

“Magnus, I’m so sorry,” you pull yourself up before groaning and falling back to the floor.

“Yeah, when you fell not only did you fall hard, you fell onto a vase,” he nods towards your shirt which is steeped in blood.

“How deep did it cut?”

“Let’s just say, you don’t want to look yourself,” he shakes his head, looking slightly disgusted.

“We’d better go,” he stands up, “I’ll portal us back – don’t strain yourself too much,” he instructs you, looking at you sympathetically.

“You don’t have to feel bad for me,” you grumble and Magnus shrugs, “You did take a giant shard of glass to the stomach.”

You shake your head, standing up, “I meant about Alec. I’m tired of everyone treating me like I’m-

Broken,” he finishes for you, “Won’t happen again,” he smiles before his expression contorts into one of concern as he notices your face draining.

“Whoa,” he catches you as you pass out, stumbling into his arms.
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“So, you’ll give me away?” Alec asks and Jace grins, nodding, “I’m glad we sorted this out,” he hugs Alec .As he pulls way he stares at Alec nervously.

“What’s wrong?” Alec creases his forehead and Jace takes a deep breath, “It’s y/n, she-“

“Jace, I know what you’re going to say. But this is what’s right.”

“I-It’s not that…”

“Then what?”

“When we went to get Ragnor, a Shax demon somehow followed us. Y/N was trying to protect him but she got thrown over the bannister and a shard of glass-“

“Where is she?!” Alec’s eyes fill with worry.“In the infirmary – but Alec, I don’t think it’s wise you see her.”

“What?” his face contorts with confusion, “W-hat are you talking about? I have to see her, I have to-“

“You already said your goodbyes and agreed to stay away from each other. Don’t cause her more pain,” Jace sighs and Alec stumbles backwards, his eyes stinging as he swallows hard.

“I’m sorry Alec, I just think that’s what’s best,” Jace steps forward but Alec steps away from him, shaking his head as though he was in denial. 

“I have to go,” his voice cracks, “I have a wedding to-“ he doesn’t finish his sentence and instead stumbles out of the room.

As he passes the infirmary his heart continues to pound harder and harder as though it was trying to escape his chest and find its way to you.

“Alec,” Isabelle appears behind him, “Did you see her?”

Alec stares at her, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. She presses a hand to it, “You have a fever.”

“I’m fine,” Alec mumbles, pulling her hand away, “How is she?”

“She’s severely concussed and she’s lost a lot of blood.”

“Izzy…”“She’ll be okay. It’ll just take some time.”

“How much time?”

“Let’s just saw you won’t see her at the wedding.”

Alec runs his fingers through his hair, running his hands from his hair down to his face and burying his head in them.

“Hey,” she whispers, pulling them away, “She’ll be okay.”

“The last thing I said to her was that I didn’t want to see her again – Izzy, I didn’t mean – I didn’t mean like this, I- I-

“I know,” she pulls him into a hug, rubbing his back, “And she knows too.”

“Jace won’t let me see her…”

“I think that’s for the best Alec. I’m not sure she could take seeing you looking all strapping and handsome in your suit,” she laughs, fixing his collar.

Alec catches her hand, “Stay by her side for me, will you?”

Isabelle nods, “Of course.”
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As he stands at the alter, Alec’s mind flashes to the exact moment he had broken your heart.

“Alec, what are you talking about?”

“I’m marrying Lydia.”

“That’s not funny,” you roll your eyes, going back to hanging your clothes up.

“It’s not a joke.”

You stare at Alec, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s done.”

“What’s done?”

“I think its best we don’t see each other from here on after.”

“Alec,” you pull him back by his arm but he rips it out of your grasp, “I don’t want to see you again.” 

“Alec?” Lydia hisses and Alec snaps out of his thoughts, clearing his throat.

“I’ll ask again – Do you Lydia, take Alec to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

 “I do,” she smiles nervously, her eyes on Alec.

“Alec, do you take Lydia to be-“

He doesn’t,” Jace interrupts, “Not yet, anyway,” he grumbles, pulling Alec aside.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You need to go to the infirmary.”Alec’s eyes widen, “What’s going on?”

“Y/N has some internal bleeding – something about the glass travelling through her blood stream or something – I don’t know. But you need to go see her, Alec, while you can.”

Alec doesn’t hesitate for even a moment, bounding down the aisle as everyone’s stares and whispers turn to a blur. As he reaches the door to your room he hesitates, his hand on the handle. Your screams can be heard echoing down the halls but they momentarily subside as Alec takes a seat beside you.

You suck in a breath, wincing.“Y/N…” his eyes well up as he moves hair away from your forehead, “I’m – I’m so sorry,” he cries, burying his face by your side.

You run your fingers through his hair, before letting out a cry of pain.

“We have to sedate her,” the doctor states, pushing Alec out of the way. He presses his back against the wall, his breathing heavy.“What’s going to happen to her?”

“We have to take her into surgery. After that, only time will tell.”
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“Hey, you’re awake,” Isabelle squeals and you grimace as she wraps her arms around you, “Sorry,” she laughs, pulling away.

“You really scared us,” Clary sighs and Jace nods in agreement before he notices your eyes wandering.

“You’re looking for Alec.”

You slowly nod and Jace looks at the floor, “He went through with the wedding.”

Your throat closes up at his words and you force a smile, “Oh.”

“He’s in his room if you want to see him,” Isabelle states, her eyebrows furrowed together as she stares at Jace, “Doc says you can walk.”

You nod, slowly pulling yourself out of bed and Clary steadies you, a grin on her face.

“You’re creeping me out,” you stammer, staring at all of them as they stare back at you in amusement, “Did you take some of the stuff they put me on?” you ask and they all grumble, their expressions dropping.

You slowly walk towards Alec’s room, one hand on the wall for support. You hesitate outside his room before knocking, “Its y/n,” you call out, straining.

There’s no answer and you slowly turn the knob, pushing it open but the room is empty. You slowly make your way back to your room, pushing the door open and screaming as Alec jumps out from behind it.

“Y/N!”

“EUGHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” you scream in surprise before putting your hand over your chest, stumbling backwards and clutching your side in pain as you land on the floor.

Alec’s eyes widen in concern as he pulls you up, his hands on either side of your face and examining you. Your eyes wander around the room.

“Alec, what is all this?” you whisper in amazement as you look at the room which was filled with yellow roses, yellow balloons and even a life size yellow teddy bear.

Your face drops, “Guess Lydia’s favourite colour is yellow too, huh?” you mumble, “Though, it’s not like I died, how did they manage to kick me out of my room so quickly?” you grumble, letting your fingers trace over the petals of the flowers.

Alec looks at you in confusion, “W-hat? No, these are for you…”

You stare at him in confusion, “For me?”

He slips his hand into yours, “I thought I was going to lose you…” he traces a fingers down your cheek, delicately tracing your lips, “Look at you,” he whispers before pulling you into his chest.

You stay there for a moment before pulling away, “Alec…”

“I love you,” he whispers, “It’s always been you and it will always be you.”

“Alec,” you smile crookedly, sniffling as tears trail down your cheeks, “I love you, but we can’t change what’s already happened.”

“No one told you?”

“Told me what?”

“Nothing – Nothing happened,” he states and you choke, “W-WHAT?!”

“Nothing happened. No marriage, not even a kiss.”

“J-Jace said you went through with it.”

“My bad!” you hear Jace call out from down the hall, a smirk evident even in his voice.

You shake your head laughing, “I’m so embarrassed,” you chuckle, wiping away at your eyes with your sleeves.

“Now you know I still love your idiot ass – I should’ve made you work harder,” you sigh, “Should’ve punished you a little.”

“Trust me, you couldn’t have punished me more than the way I felt watching you in surgery.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispers continuously, peppering kisses all over your face before he returns to your lips.

“Let’s go away for a while,” he suggests, “How does France sound?”

“It sounds far away and time consuming.”

“So, perfect for us then,” Alec grins.

“Where’s Alec and what have you done with him?” you scoff.

“What would you say if I told you I have two honeymoon tickets to Paris?”

“That’s sad… and so, so wrong,” you giggle.

“But, this-“ he wraps his arms around your waist, “This is right.”

“Then I’d say ‘Fuck yeah let’s hook up on top of the Eiffel Tower’.”

Alec blushes, “My mum is in the next room,” he mumbles, his cheeks a bright shade of red.

“Well, I hope she has earplugs so she doesn’t hear us doing this,” you laugh, pulling your shirt over your head as you pull Alec onto your lips.

A/N: make sure you check out my new jace imagine here and my first ‘the 100′ imagine with john murphy here!

My Happily Ever After

Happy Easter! Have some Regal Believer induced cavities! 

For @umbrellagates who prompted little Henry getting a temporary lion tattoo on his arm.


To say that adopting Henry had changed her life was an understatement–adopting Henry had saved it.

Before Henry, she’d led a dull life–everyone in Storybrooke did.The days and nights blended together, weeks passed with little notice, and from year to year, nothing ever changed. Everything was static and unchanging, lonely and void of anything that brought any satisfaction.

Until Henry, there’d been little point in anything–actions didn’t have consequences, hard work never paid off. And while she didn’t care about the residents of Storybrooke or their happiness, in the earliest years of the curse, she often found herself looking for projects to take up her time, to give her something to focus on. The projects were always temporary and made little impact. It hardly mattered that recycling bins were placed all around town or that a new swingset was installed at the park because it all just blended into the scenery as though it’d always been there–and as petty as it might have been, she needed more payoff than simply knowing she’d done something for the greater good.

So, until Henry, Storybrooke didn’t have any traditions or festivities. There were no parades or street fairs with games and funnel cakes; there were no hayrides and corn mazes in the fall or ice-skating rinks and hot-chocolate stands in the winter; and there were no barbeques in the park or fireworks to celebrate the Fourth of July in the summer.

But Henry loved all of those things–and, better yet, he remembered them.

Like any parent, Regina wanted to give her son a happy childhood. She loved watching as his eyes lit up with excitement and his little laugh rang out; he’d gasp and point and beg to take part in things, and she could never say no to him–she didn’t want to. So every year, she found herself trying to outdo the previous year, to keep the wonder and the magic alive for him.

And as he tugged her down Main Street, toward a tent that promised face-painting and balloons, it was obvious that she’d succeeded in her goal.

“Look!” He shouts too loudly as he pointed to one of the booths. “Look, Mama!”

“I see,” she laughs as she stooped down in front of him. “Do you want to try?” Momentarily, she looks to the sign. “You could have the Superman S on your cheek or a shooting star or a unicorn…” Henry considers for a moment, turning back and looking at the sign. “You can pick anything.”

“What if I don’t like it?”

“It’ll wash off.”

His eyes widen as he looks back at her, “But what if I do like it, Mama. What if I want to keep it?”

“Oh,” she murmurs, giving his hips a little squeeze. “We could always take a picture.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, once more looking back at the sign. “That’s true…”

“You could think about it a little longer,” she suggests. “We could play a couple more games or go on the bumper cars again and come back when…”

“No!” He cuts in as a group of children passes on their way to their next activity. “I know what I want!”

“Do you?” She asks as he nods slowly. “What are you going to get?”

“It’s a secret!” He giggles. “I want it to be a surprise!” She laughs as little and starts to stand, but Henry’s little hands rest on her shoulders in an attempt to keep her down at his level. “No. You stay here. I’ll go alone.”

Her heart flutters a little, but she nods, rationalizing that the tent is only a few feet away. “Okay,” she says, handing him the required ticket necessary for a face-painting. “I’ll be right here when you get back.”

Henry nods and runs off, and she watches as he gets into line, craning his neck for a better look at the sign and examining the other children as they leave the tent. She bites off the end of a churro as Henry steps into the tent and she looks around, watching as children play Skee Ball and Whack-a-Mole at nearby tables. Her eyes drift to the the Sand Art table and she watches as a little boy fills a heart-shaped jar with pink and purple sand, and a faint smile draws onto her lips and she feels an odd stirring in her chest. She likes this person that she is, this person she’d become since adopting Henry and when a little girl steps up to the Sand Art table, handing her father a yellow and green balloon that’s shaped like a pineapple, the man smiles and waves to her, murmuring some compliment about a job well-done that makes her feel something like feels like pride.

“Mama!” Henry calls, “Mama! Look! Look what I got, Mama! Look!” She spins around, smiling as Henry sprints toward her and she laughs as he practically crashes into her. “Look, Mama!”

“I… I want to but… what am I looking at?” She examines his still-clean cheeks. “Did you decide not to get face-painting?”

“Yup!” He nods. “I got something better!”

“Oh?”

And then her breath catches in her chest as Henry thrusts his arm forward, turning his wrist to show off a lion tattoo on his forearm. “Isn’t it cool, Mama?” He asks, “And it’s gonna last a whole week!” Her chest tightens as she thinks back to a memory she likes to keep tucked away, a memory of a missed opportunity of yet another time she’d turned away from love. “Do you like it, Mama?”

Pulling herself back into the moment, she sinks down so that she’s at eye-level with Henry–Henry the nearly-five year old boy who’s brought to her so much light and love, and more joy than she ever knew possible, the boy who is her happily ever after. “I do,” she murmurs, swallowing hard in an effort to keep her tears at bay. “I love you, Henry.”

“I know,” he giggles as she presses a feathery kiss to his cheek. “Can we still take a picture?”

“Yeah,” she nods. “When we get home.”

“Good! I wanna remember this!”

Again, her chest flutters and she nods–she wants to remember it, too–she wants to remember every moment with her sweet boy–the boy who gave her life a renewed purpose, the boy who brought love into her life and the boy who reminds her to strive to be better than she is–the boy who saved her.

What if I Miss?

Summary: Bucky catches you doing something Tony would definitely not approve of. That doesn’t stop you from roping him in to help recreate your favorite scene from the Princess Diaries.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff!

Word count: 1200

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“Tony is going to kill you,” Bucky said, staring at the living room incredulously.

You had pushed all of the furniture to one side of the room and hung a large, white tarp down the far wall. Plastic sheets covered the immediate furniture and spilled onto the floor. You were currently kneeling over the edge of the tarp filling a balloon with blue paint. A bucket next to your feet already was already filled with balloons of various colors. Your hair was tied in a messy bun on top of your head, and you wore a ratty pair of sweatpants. Specks of paint dotted your college t-shirt, and you gave Bucky a playful grin.

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I’m Not Really the Best - (Poly!DemoReps x Reader) Part 6

WARNING: Domestic Abuse, Injuries, Signs Child Abuse, Yelling, Belittling, Beating.

A/N: Finally found the time to post this!! YESSS! I hope you guys don’t mind waiting and also Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there and I hope the rest of you are having a good day! <33333333333 Don’t read if the warnings above triggers you please? For your own safety. :)))) If you wanna get tagged on future chapters feel free to tell me!

Tags: @robin-writes , @letthememeslive , @kanadianwithashippingproblem , @sweet-fate , @notalwaysfair , @robotic-space


“(Y/N) come. Let’s go home.” (M/N) said as she grabbed the hand of a six-year-old (Y/N). She looked up at her mother’s kind face, her eyes shining with childlike innocence. “Uhun.” She nodded, she waved back at no one in particular, she only waved at the park for being kind for letting them stay for a while.

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