someone stole the chair he wanted

anonymous asked:

selective mute or partially nonverbal lance (depending on which you know more or would rather write)! If you find its too much trouble to research for its fine to discard this but imagine lance getting particularly upset over a comment and being a bit overwhelmed and cant bring himself to speak and maybe the team not understanding and getting frustrated at him, and him getting frustrated at himself and the others which makes it worse and maybe it ends in a breakdown. Idk a bit of self projecting

I’ll see what I can do!

Lance was no stranger to anxiety. It would always make him clam up when things got to much for him. 

Luckily only a few things got to him. Being yelled at, making mistakes and please talking about him. Good things it’s only those. 

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Lance couldn’t remember what the comment was but it affected him a very negative away. He know that they didn’t mean any harm by it, but he had a very stressful week. 

Lance was silent, he listened to what the others were saying, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying perfectly. His pulse was racing and he could only hear his heartbeat in his ears. 

“So Lance why do you think?” Shiro took another bite of his goo. 

Shit, what were they talking about? Lance opened his mouth to speak but he couldn’t get anything to come out. He felt like someone poured cement down his throat and let it dry, blocking any words from bubbling to the surface. 

“Lance?” Shiro asked again, causing everyone to look at him. 

Lance wanted to hide, he couldn’t talk. Everything was too much for him. Lance did the only thing he could, he gave them a shaky shrug. 

“You don’t have an opinion? I thought you would.” Hunk slightly chucked. 

Lance wanted to laugh,he wanted them off his case but he couldn’t do anything. 

“So Lance what do you think?” Allura questioned as she leaned forward in her chair. 

Lance once again opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He tried again and again but it was silent. Like someone stole his voice. 

“Come on Lance, just say what you wanna say.” Keith mumbled beside him. 

I’m trying. Lance attempted again and fought back tears as nothing came out.

“Lance, quit playing games.” 

Lance tried again. It was too much, he couldn’t do anything about it. He just wanted to run away. 

The team kept talking to him and he snapped. Lance placed his hands over his ears and slammed his head down on the table causing a thump.  He was shaking but no noise was coming out. 

Everyone was silent. They weren’t sure what had come over Lance but they wanted to know what happened. 

Shiro carefully stood up from his seat and walked over to Lance. He crouched down and placed his human hand on Lances back. “Lance, what’s wrong?” He could feel the boy tremble. 

Lance slowly removed his hands from his ears and sat up. Tears had streaked his face and his eyes were puffy. 

Everyone stood up in a panic causing Lance to jump. 

Shiro motioned for everyone to be quiet and he turned his attention toward Lance. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?” 

Lance wiped his eyes, which did nothing to the tears that replace them and said nothing. 

“Lance, buddy talk to us.” Hunk pleaded from where he stood across the table. 

Lance shook his head. I can’t talk, I can’t explain what’s happening. 

Everyone was silent. Shiro rubbed small circles on Lance’s back and Lance focused on his breathing. He needed to calm down. In 4, hold 7, release 8. Once I can focus i should tell them what happened.  In 4, hold 7, release 8.

I hope you like it!!! 

I’ve never had any experience with this before and I’ve never heard of it before. 

I hope I did okay. 

Thank you!! 

anonymous asked:

If you're still taking bughead prompts I was wondering about a 5 times they almost kissed and the one time they did type deal? Love your writing!!

Yes, I will take prompts for this ship forever! I love writing about these little cuties.


I.

 “I’ve got a scoop.” Jughead pushed Betty’s notebook aside and sat cross-legged on her desk, smiling down at her mischievously. She sat back in her chair and looked up at him.

“What is is?” She asked with a raised eyebrow

“Apparently there is some cheating going on in History. Story goes that some kid found the answer key to all of the teacher’s tests and has been selling them for a pretty dime.”

“Juggie, really?” Betty’s eyes lit up, they way they always did when he found a new story to expose. Jughead wanted to find stories half so that he could see that look on her face.

“I don’t know who stole the answer key yet, but I found someone who bought one. He is willing to give me a statement since I convinced him that principle Weatherbee would go easier on him if he confessed.”

“Juggie, that’s amazing.” Betty stood up in excitement and threw her arms around him. “Exposing a cheating ring will be perfect for the front page.”

“I knew you’d be thrilled.” Jughead chuckled and hugged her back. She squeezed him tightly then drew back slowly, not quite leaving the circle of his arms. Jughead’s hands drifted down to settle on her waist.

“I know you were skeptical of writing for the Blue and Gold, but you are really good at this you know.” Betty said with a bright smile. Jughead felt a tug in his stomach.

“It’s because I am always expecting the worse out of people.” Jughead said with a wink. Betty laughed, but she had an odd expression on her face. Her eyes shifted from his mouth back up to his eyes. 

For a moment neither of them moved, Jughead wasn’t even sure if either of them breathed. 

Then Betty blinked and the moment was over. She smiled and stepped out of his arms. Jughead’s hands fell limply to his sides.


II.

“Mom, not now!” Jughead yelled when there was a knock on his bedroom door.

“I am not your mom” Said a soft voice with a laugh. Jughead looked up in surprise, staring at his door as if he could see through it.

“Betty?” He stood up and walked over to the door, but he didn’t open it.

“Are you going to let me in Juggie?” 

“Look Betty, I’m not really in the mood for a chat.” Jughead said with a sigh.

“Then we don’t have to chat…Just let me in…I brought brownies.” 

“You should’ve led with that.” Jughead said swinging the door open. He was in pajama bottoms and a hoodie. His characteristic hat was missing from his head. Betty gave him a small smile and held out the plate of brownies. Jughead eagerly took them and plopped down on his bed. He bit into a brownie and made an appreciative noise. “Mmmh, they’re still warm.” Betty stepped in his room, closing the door beside her. She sat at his desk chair and looked at him pointedly.  “What?” Jughead said, his mouth full.

“I heard what happened, do you want to talk about it?” Betty leaned forward in her chair and stared at him intensely. “It sounded like you and Arch had a pretty intense fight.” Her words brought black flashes of what had happened between Archie and him. They had yet another fight about Ms. Grundy after Jughead found out that Archie was still seeing her.

“No” Jughead “I already told you I didn’t want to chat. Having finished the brownies, he put the plate aside and leaned back on his head board, stretching out his legs.

“Okay.” Betty stood up and for a moment Jughead thought she was going to leave, but instead she settled onto his bed next to him. She curled up next to him and put her head on his shoulder. They sat there for a long time, neither saying a word. Jughead watched the shadows move slowly across his room.

“Thanks” Jughead said after a while. Betty lifted up her head to look at him.

“For what Juggie?” She asked. Jughead looked down at her, realizing how close their faces were. Just a slight movement and his mouth would be on hers.

“For being here for me” Jughead said, looking away. He wanted to kiss Betty, he really did, but he was waiting for the right moment, and this just didn’t feel right. Not when he couldn’t tell Betty why he was so miserable because he had sworn to keep a secret he had no business keeping.


III.

“Hey guys” Betty threw herself into the book next to Jughead, her face was flushed and she looked excited.

“Hey sunshine.” Veronica greeted her friend.

“What’s got you all smiley?” Kevin asked her

“Oh nothing” She said, obviously trying to hide a huge grin. Jughead nudged her shoulder with his.

“You know, for an amazing sleuth and journalist, you make a pretty rotten liar.” His sass was rewarded with a beaming smile from Betty.

“You think I’m an amazing sleuth and journalist?” She wagged her eyebrows at him.

“Of course” Jughead said simply, feeling his face grew hot when he looked around to see all of their friends looking at them with weird smiles on their faces. Jughead quirked an eyebrow at Archie who simply shook his head with a smile. The two boys had not necessarily made up, because Jughead refused to support Archie’s actions, but he also didn’t want to lose his best friend again. So they had a sort of uneasy truce that involved ignoring and avoiding the entire subject of Ms. Grundy.

“Alright, enough suspense.” Archie came to Jughead’s rescue. “Tell us what’s got you so happy Cooper.” Betty bounced in her seat and grabbed Jughead’s arm. He turned his attention back to her and saw that she was beaming up at him.

“Well…I may have left our latest edition of the Blue and Gold on my dad’s desk. Which by the way, I think was our best edition yet. And my dad may have read it and loved it. He specifically loved Juggie’s article exposing the cheating ring. I can’t believe you uncovered that Jug. Anyways, my dad also may have brought it to my mother and showed it to her and she may have-”

“Betty! You’re killing me here. Just tell us.” Jughead interrupted, knowing how long-winded Betty could be when she was excited. Her ADHD would kick in full force and she would go off topic, speaking every thought that crossed her mind. Betty bounced a few more times in her seat and bit her lip. Jughead could tell that she was loving keeping them in suspense.

“My mom was impressed with our fearlessness in telling the truth, so she agreed to let the Blue and Gold write an article for her next newspaper. If it is received well she talked about making this a regular thing!”

“Betty that’s amazing!” Veronica squealed

“Yes, it’s incredible. I’ve known some hard hitting journalist who were denied an article in Alice Cooper’s magazine. Your mom must have been really impressed.” Archie said. He and Jughead knew better than anyone the struggles that Betty had with her mom, and how desperately she wanted to please her.

“Yeah, well I couldn’t have done it without Juggie.” Betty was looking up at him with eyes shining with appreciation. She was glowing with happiness and thanking him for causing it. Jughead found himself drawn to her like a magnet. He didn’t even realize how close he was leaning until someone, maybe Veronica, cleared their throats.

Jughead suddenly wished more than anything that he and Betty were not in public, surrounded by all of their closest friends.

He had never wanted to kiss her more than he wanted to right now, with her looking up at him with a mixture of awe, amazement, and apprehension. 

It took all of the self control that he had to pull away from Betty. He hated PDA and he refused to have his first kiss with Betty in a crowded booth at Pop’s. He forced out a smile at her,

“That’s great news Betty. You did good, real good. None of this could’ve happened with out you.” Jughead said softly, not failing to notice the flicker of disappointment that crossed Betty’s face.


IV.

“Oh my god, is it really 11 o’clock? My mom’s gonna freak out.” Betty jumped up from the computer in the newsroom. Jughead, who had been dozing, started at her exclamation.

“Where does the time go” He muttered sarcastically, trying to wipe the sleep out of his eyes.

“Oh Juggie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you this late. I just got carried away.” Betty was frantically attempting to shove all of her books and papers into her backpack. Jughead walked over and took her hands to still them.

“Hey, it’s okay. I know how worried you have been about this Riverdale Register article. I’m here for you, no matter how long it takes.” Jughead assured her.

“Thanks Jughead. I just…I need it to be perfect. My mom is actually trusting me for once and If I don’t get it right, she’ll never give me another chance.” To Jughead’s horror, a tear slipped down Betty’s face. She pulled her hands out of his and stepped back to wipe it away. “God, sorry, I’ve been such a mess recently.” Betty sniffed. Not knowing what else to do, Jughead stepped close to her and pulled her into a hug.

“Betty, shhh, it’s alright. You don’t have to apologize. You are stressed. You are allowed to lose control every now and again you know. You don’t have to hold everything in. Especially around me.” Jughead tried to reassure her. Betty tipped her face back to look at him. He reached one hand up to wipe away her tears.

“You know Juggie, you are the one person who I’ve never felt like I had to be perfect around. You’ve always just accepted me for who I am. Why is that?”

“Us freaks gotta stick together.” Jughead said teasingly. Betty laughed, sending a wave of relief over Jughead. He slipped his hand into her hair and drew her face slowly towards his. “Plus, Betty I-” They both jumped when a shrill ring echoed around the empty classroom. Betty lurched out of his grip and grabbed for her phone while Jughead bit back a curse…they had been so close.

“Hi mom…I know, I’m sorry…Yes, right now…No I’m not, Jughead’s with me…Yes mother.” Betty hung up the phone and gave Jughead a sheepish look. Jughead slipped his bag over his head and handed Betty her backpack.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” He offered his arm, which she gladly took. The two chatted lightly as they walked to Betty’s house, but the conversation felt forced as they were both obviously avoiding talking about what had just almost happened.


V.

Jughead stopped when they reached the Cooper’s walkway. He grabbed Betty’s hand, keeping her from walking up to her front door. It was now or never, he had to tell her how he felt, lest he lose the nerve to.

“Betty, I never got to finished what I was saying back there. It’s been something that I’ve been trying to say for a long time, but just didn’t know how…” Jughead bit his lip nervously. Betty reached up and cupped his face in her hands and everything that Jughead was about to say died on his lips.

“I like you too Jughead.” She said sweetly. Jughead wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

“Oh thank god” He whispered, and he leaned down. Their lips had barely ghosted across each other when a loud shout interrupted them.

“Elizabeth Cooper, you get inside this second.”

“Damn” Jughead whispered roughly and pulled away, “that’s the second time tonight.” Betty squeezed his hand before dropping it and walking away, but not before she whispered,

“To be continued”


+I

Jughead had never been more nervous in his life. He sat on Betty Cooper’s steps, fidgeting anxiously with the straps of his bag. He usually prided himself with having nerves of steel, but this morning they were more like nerves of putty.

“Juggie?” He heard Betty’s voice behind him. He launched up, turning to face her and gave her a small smile.

“Can I walk you to school?” He asked, holding out his hand. Betty beamed and took it, walking down the steps to join him.

“Of course you can.” She turned to start walking but Jughead pulled her back. He pulled her against him and pressed his mouth against hers. He had wanted their first kiss to be slow and sweet, but he couldn’t wait any longer and couldn’t risk being interrupted again. His mouth pressed hard against hers and she responded with equal passion. When they finally broke apart they were both panting slightly. “About time” Betty said with a smile.

“Darling, you have no idea.” Jughead said and leaned down to kiss her again. This time keeping it soft and sweet and slow. With Betty in his arms and her lips on his, everything finally felt right.


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Fearing What Isn’t Understood

Pairing: ReaderXSpencer sorta but not really

Prompt: You’re a suspect in a recent murder case that the BAU gets hit with, however when Spencer Reid interrogates you he sees something different in you and has your name scratched off the suspect list.

DISCLAIMER: I used to write on a shared multi-fandom imagines blog and I wrote several Criminal Minds imagines that I wanted to bring onto my own Criminal Minds blog. This imagine is my own and it was written by me even though it was first posted to a different blog. I hope you enjoy :)


“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” a voice asked from behind you in the small room. You were sitting on a cold, hard, chair in front of a cold, hard, desk and you had been for the past three hours.

“That’s me.” you said turning your head to see who had spoken your name. When you caught an eye of the boy standing in the doorway you were surprised. He was only a few years older than you if not the same age and he had curly brown hair cut short.

“Hello, my name is Doctor Spencer Reid.” he stuttered slightly after a moment of looking at you. He looked down at the floor and walked over to the chair that sat across from yours. He sat down and cleared his throat before looking up at you. “Do you know why you’re here?”

“They say I killed my cousin right?” you asked, your eyes not falling from the BAU agent that sat across from you.

“Yes.” he nodded. “They found your DNA at the crime scene along with a finger print.”

“Sounds like they’re already pretty sure I did it.” you chuckled. The two of you looked at each other for a moment in silence before you continued. “So why am I being interrogated if you already have evidence against me?”

“Because the BAU is in charge of finding out if a person shows the correct behavior to commit the crime that they are being charged with.” Spencer explained, his eyes locked onto yours, curiosity on his face.

“And do I have the behavior of a killer?” you asked leaning onto your elbows so your face was slightly closer to his.

“That’s what I’m trying to find out.” he responded quickly, his cheeks turning a bright pink as his eyes scanned down to your lips for a moment before returning to your eyes. “Why would someone kill your cousin?” he asked after a moment.

“How am I suppose to answer that?” you asked, leaning back in your chair.

“What do you mean?” Spencer asked back, confused by your stumping question.

“Everyones minds different, you of all people should know that. Someone could’ve had a beef with my cousin and thought that the only way it could end was if he stopped breathing. Or he could’ve just been in the wrong place at the wrong time, just a face that saw something he wasn’t suppose to. Or maybe I did kill him because he stole the toy in the cereal box when we were 5 and I’m actually psychotic and wanted revenge because I really wanted that My Little Pony.” you said breathlessly, not dropping eye contact with Spencer while you ranted. “So I don’t know why someone would kill him.” the room went into silence once again as Spencer thought of what you said. You made a valid point, something he couldn’t fight, the only thing he could do was ask another question.

“Were you aware of your cousins deteriorating mental health?” he asked after his eyes skimmed the open file in front of him.

“Yes, but we never talked about it.” you said quickly.

“And why was that?” he asked just as quickly.

“Because, people fear what they don’t understand.” you stated blankly. “My family thought if they didn’t talk about it that it wasn’t happening. We knew something was wrong with him and we knew he needed help, but no one ever did anything because they didn’t want it to become real.”

“I’m sorry.” Spencer said in a low voice after all your words registered in his brain. “That’ll be it, you can go home.” you nodded and stood up, exiting the room and meeting the two policemen that would escort you out just like how they escorted you in a few hours ago.

“Reid, what did you get from her?” Morgan asked walking into the interrogation room.

“She’s not the killer.” he said blankly standing up and closing the file.

“How do you know?” Morgan asked, confusion on his face.

“Because, she knew what her cousin was going through, she wanted to help him, not hurt him, I could see it in the way she talked about him.” he said before exiting the room leaving Morgan standing, his eyes watching as Spencer walked out. It wasn’t like him to act like that, meaning something you had said stuck with him in his big brain.

Book stores - Jason Todd x Reader

Request for Jason by a lovely anon.

You go back to the the philosophy aisle, where the very attractive stranger had a perfect visual of you. Except for the fact that he didn’t give you more than a glance.

You love books, you love reading. You love that musty smell you get while flipping through the books you grab from the endless shelves. You love the variety of types of people that surround you. And purposely trying to get the attention of a man you found easy on the eyes wasn’t a normal practice of yours.

It wasn’t like you were flaunting. No, you were just going out of your way to get him to notice you. And you couldn’t stop.

You had noticed him almost as soon as you walked in. He was walking back to the chair, just outside the café.

That chair probably used to belong to one of the the tables in the café the book store housed, it was one of many that was strewn across an empty wall in case there were no other places to sit.

His chair happened to be right in between the philosophy aisle, the first aisle you went to.

You picked out a random book and flipped through it, pretending to be deep in thought while taking the chance to absorb the man’s rugged attributes.

Dark hair, with a streak of white, calculating blue eyes and sharp features. You snap back to the book as he gets up.

‘He’s done already?’ You think.

This man fell into a certain category of book store shoppers. Where you grab any book that interests you and read, with no limits. And when you finish one, you move on to another and you leave without paying a single penny. Reading in a book store is one of the purest, most peaceful things.

You wander off to the where the novels are, and grab a particularly interesting looking one. You sit down on the floor, leaning back on the shelf with your legs stretched out.

You were blocking the width of the narrow aisle with your legs, but you doubt anyone would come to the narrow section, tucked in the back.

Lost in your book, you almost didn’t notice a shadow looming over you.

“Oh, sorry.” You say folding your legs, looking up to meet the analytical eyes of the stranger, your stranger.

“It’s alright.” He says with a low voice, as if he doesn’t want to disturb the books.

Then he sits down, diagonal from you, leaning onto the other shelf.

He notices you staring and says, “Mind if I sit, someone stole my chair.”

“No, not at all.” You reply, suppressing a smile as you look back to your book.

Your eyes flick back to him every one and a while, until the rest on the book he’s reading.

To Kill a Mockingbird. You smile at the classic, and the memories you have surrounding it.

“You’ve read it?” He asks, though it sounds more like a statement, when feels your smile.

“Mhm.” You say nodding, “It’s a favorite of mine.”

He smiles, “Yeah, I can always go back to it.”

“Ten minutes ‘til closing.” One of the younger employees says as he walks past the entrance of the aisle.

“Right.” The man mutters getting up, then offering you a hand.

You graciously take it, “I’m Jason.”

“(Y/N).”

“Well, (Y/N), it was really nice meeting you.”

“You, too. Maybe I’ll see you around.” You say, smiling as you walked out.

Jason found himself at the very same book store, the next week and the weeks to come, looking for you. The books were an added bonus.

Hey, sweet anon, you are a genius for thinking this up. Thanks for requesting!

Once Upon a Dream (I Knew You), Part 5

Captain Duckling Enchanted Forest AU

A/N: So, the muses spoke and this fic took a right turn into Smutsville. I (still) have at least one more part planned (and maybe an epilogue). Thank you to @the-captains-ayebrows for giving this a read through! Loves ya, babe.

Now RATED M, VERY M.

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four]


Part Five

Emma arched her back, revealing a graceful white neck reminiscent of her nickname, her hair spilling all around her shoulders onto the bed like a golden halo.

“So exquisite, Swan,” Killian breathed between searing a pathway of kisses down her smooth, long neck, his mouth delving into the hollow of her throat before finding its way in between her breasts as she sighed softly, her body writhing beneath his.

He could feel her fingers in his hair, digging into his scalp, electrifying him, amplifying the already present ache in his belly, both pleasant and tormenting.

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