#deaf!neil

[aftgficlibrary]

hi! im trying to find a fic but i cant remember if i read it on tumblr or on ao3 but i was wondering if you had heard of a fic where neil is hearing impaired and andrew is blind and they live together and neil also is a painter? it was a short lil one shot but i didnt bookmark it on ao3 so idk where it is :( i checked ur disability tag idk where else to look :((

Hi, i believe it is this !-Scout

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[thecrazyalaskan]

Okay, you know what I really need in my life? 

Deaf!Neil is the AU, Archie x Neil is the ship, Archie signing All My Loving by The Beatles to his boyfriend because it's disgustingly cute. Even if Archie uses his whole arm and is technically screaming, Neil doesn't care because it's sweet and kinda romantic.

[thecrazyalaskan]

Neil shook his head, bringing his extended index and middle fingers down on his thumb twice before waving for Herry to come closer and patting the bed. "/Sleep bed with me./" Herry couldn't help but blink in surprise at the invitation. "It won't make you uncomfortable?" he asked slowly, his hands pausing briefly at the word uncomfortable. Neil's smile was thin but sincere as he signed back, "/With you I feel safe./"

Herry x Deaf!Neil

[thecrazyalaskan]

c Neil x Jay

Song of Choice: I’ll Be There for You (Theme from Friends) - The RembrandtsWritten immediately after Chaos 101, pt III, with Deaf Neil, because reasons. 

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Jay had assumed he was alone on the rooftop, so feeling a hand on his shoulder made him start and jump up, his hand closed in a self-defensive fist— until he saw to whom the hand was attached. “Neil?” 

The other teen smiled, the words unheard but the acknowledgement clear. He withdrew his hand and started to sign— fingertips pressed to his lips before flicking them away from his mouth, expression mildly disgusted, then holding his left forearm parallel to the ground and bringing his right hand, index finger pointed and elbow anchored on his left hand, arcing down to touch his left elbow. He tipped his head toward Jay, clearly expecting a response. 

If only Jay knew what all that mean. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, shaking his head. “I don’t…” He lifted his arms in a helpless shrug. 

Neil nodded slightly before seeming to muster up something— “Bad day?” The words were clumsy, almost slurred, and his voice sounded nothing like Jay would have expected it to. 

"You can—" Jay caught himself before starting again. "You—" He pointed to Neil, then mimed speaking with one hand— "can talk?" And here he thought Neil was completely deaf. 

Neil’s expression became almost sheepish, and he held his thumb and forefinger barely apart, indicating a scant amount. Again, he tipped his head toward Jay, as if reminding him that the question still stood. 

"Kind of," Jay replied, shrugging.

Neil settled into the chair next to him, pulling a small notebook and pen from his back trouser pocket and flipping it open. He wrote for a moment before tapping Jay’s shoulder and passing him the items. 

Jay looked from Neil to the notebook as he accepted it and the pen, then read what the other had written: Anything you want talk?

The grammar was shaky (or perhaps what he might have signed, hell if Jay knew), but the question was clear. He carefully penned a reply— Doubting myself, I guess. Everyone else has skills from their ancestors (Atlanta: speed, Herry: strength, etc.); I don’t know what I am.— and passed it back to Neil. 

Neil read the page and wrote out his reply before holding it up for Jay to read. You leader yes? When Jay nodded, he wrote out a second message. Your skill there. Duh. 

Jay held his hand out, and Neil gave him the notebook and pen. After several moments, a new message was on the page. I know that, but— here, he drew an arrow to the top of the page, underlining the phrase “doubting myself” before passing the notebook back to Neil.

The fair haired teen clucked his tongue and shook his head before turning a page in the notebook and writing some more. If fight today say much, good leader you. 

Jay felt something warm wash over him, and he couldn’t help but smile a little. He took up the notebook and, after a moment of thought, wrote, What’s the sign for “thanks”? 

Neil grinned as he indicated for Jay to watch. When Jay was facing him, Neil brought a flat hand up to his lips and arced it forward, his smile warm. His hands made a Y shape, with the thumbs and little fingers extended, which he brought to his shoulders and pulled forward slightly before pointing at Jay. The exact meaning was a little fuzzy, but he clearly meant for Jay to copy the motion. 

Jay copied Neil’s first sign, a flat hand brought up to and arcing away from his lips. “Like that?” He found his head tipping forward and his eyebrows lifting slightly, both little cues Neil had used in his efforts to communicate with the rest of the team. 

Neil clapped appreciatively at the effort, nodding his head. Jay smiled warmly and repeated the sign, this time more fluidly, but just as sincere.