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[siddyyyyyyyy]

Sigophilia — The Love Of Silence

Older!Damian Wayne x Mute!Reader

wc: 0.9 K warnings: none, fluff, kinda slice of life, no y/n used, Damian is about eighteen in here summary: Damian is extra soft with his mute friend. a/n: so, someone tried to break into my apartment today, now I need to write something sweet so I won't go insane. Enjoy!

Damian never thought he would trust anyone with his dog as much as he trusts you with Titus. Not even he notices the faint smile, that worked its way onto his face, while he watches you pet the Great Dane. Normally, he always hovers and stays close whenever one of his so-called brothers play or pet any of his pets. But with you? He lets loose.

After a moment of admiring your gentle way with the massive dog, he gets off his desk chair to sit down beside you, his body facing you while sitting cross legged.

Are you hungry yet? He signs, eyes fixed on yours. You respond in kind, letting go of Titus to sign back.

No, thanks. Stop worrying over me.

A light huff escapes Damian before he begrudgingly accepts your answer. He crosses his arms and looks back at Titus, who stares right back at his owner.

»This dog is really spoiled, thanks to you.« Damian finally speaks up and gives you a short glance before getting off the floor. You wish you could answer him or at least let out a small snort, but all that comes out is a short exhale of air— barely similar to a snort. Damian understands it anyway.

You focus back on Titus and continue to give him soft belly rubs, before a soft tune comes from the other side of Damian‘s room. It‘s soft jazz, and once you look over, you see him standing near the recorder with a few other vinyl‘s in hand. This makes you curious, and you quickly usher over to him. A soft tap on his shoulder catches his attention, his green pair of eyes finding your own. It‘s hard not to notice your clear excitement.

Can I look through them? You gesture to the various albums in his hands, and Damian holds them out to you without hesitation. The few vinyl‘s are mostly from classic jazz artists, some being piano concerts, while the other are band compositions.

»I have more in here, if you‘re interested.«

He asks up after a moment, being already crouched down at a shelf near the recorder. You watch him before joining him on the floor, starting to go through the albums. It is just another way to get a glimpse of his mind and his taste. And when he answers your questions, it‘s like you get even more admireable information to be grateful about.

The silence streches between you two, being filled by the gentle jazz tunes from the recorder.

Damian takes the chance to simply study you, to take in your features without being interrupted. After a moment, a wet tongue drags along his cheek, all the way to his hairline. Damian groans and pushes his dog‘s head away gently, glaring at Titus. But the glare softens quickly, not being able to be annoyed for too long.

»Why are you so affectionate? Hungry?«

He sees your amused smile from the corner of his eye, briefly glancing over to you.

Can I feed him treats?

»After his real dinner.« Damian promises, eventually getting off the floor to take care of his starving dog. You get up and follow along quickly, curling your pinky around his own. He doesn‘t mind, letting you reach out to him, since he knows you are more comfortable with physical reassurance.

»Master Damian, I see you have a friend over.« Alfred makes himself known once you enter the kitchen together.

»Titus is hungry.«

»Right.« The butler nods, giving you a final glance, before he walks out of the kitchen.

When he first met you, after scaring off a group of bullies, he didn‘t even realise you were mute. He only pieced it together when you signed something to him, that he didn‘t understand at the time. That was a year ago, now you were close to being best friends.

The moment he asked Alfred if he could teach him sign language, he put a lot of effort to keep you as a friend. His first real friend from school.

Titus eats up his food eagerly, almost drooling all over the place. You stay longer and get outside into the big backyard of their, together with Damian, playing fetch with his dog.

Unfortunately, the hang out comes to an end when the sun sets, and your parents pick you up from the manson.

Damian feels his heart break everytime you have to leave, exchanging a tight hug before he finally lets you go home. He lingers at the doors, watching you get into your parents car before driving off.

»How long have you been together?« Tim startles him from behind, a lazy smirk on his face as enjoys the jump he earned form Damian.

»Drake, « Damian hisses, turning around to face him fully after shutting the door tight, »they are just a friend!« He defends himself, crossing his arms over his chest, a habit he still can‘t shake off.

Tim cocks his head, seeming unimpressed. »Yeah, you do everything for them, like—«

»I know I learned sign language just for them, but anyone would do that.« The younger interrupts, rolling his eyes at the elder‘s teasing.

Surely, their argument goes on and on until one of them gets scolded by Alfred, but the point still stands.

He‘d do anything for you.

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BLUE DOESN’T SUIT YOU.

m.jackson x jackson!reader

You don’t like seeing him sad

You are gender neutral, mute and the little sibling of the Jackson’s.

part.1 || part.2

You played in your room, not paying attention to Janet, who was trying her best to seem to be engaged in the roleplay you had with your dolls. Seeing your blank expression, she knew you weren’t the one to speak much.

You’re quiet, nonchalant, non-verbal, weird.

Mute.

That’s the one that Joseph calls you.

A mute.

He says it like venom, you could've been like Janet or the other siblings who have a voice to sing.

Especially Michael.

Michael was practically the gold to the rest of the family. The family is silver, he is gold.

You are bronze.

Useless and worthless.

You felt that way all because your father didn’t want to deal with a mute.

The only people you liked were Michael, your mom, your sisters, and your brothers.

Letting out a huff, Janet paused, watching you closely as you got up with your small body. You were still in your single-digit age.

Eight years old and you were small like a pea.

“Break time?” Janet says softly, watching your face and body language closely.

You nodded, left your room, and Janet let out a breath before collapsing on the carpet.

Needless to say, she also needed a break.

You walked down the hall, your mind blurring with words you can’t seem to say as you subconsciously walk to Michael’s room.

Knocking, you heard nothing but a small sigh.

It sounded close enough to a yes.

Opening the door, you see Michael lying down, hands behind his head, and his Jheri curls messy along the mattress. Once he realized it was you, he sat up straight and tried to force a smile.

“Oh, hi lil mermaid. You came to see me?” Michael asked, his tone soft and slightly strained. He watched you nod and hopped onto his bed.

“Bored playing with Janet?”

You nodded.

“Do you wanna play with me?”

You shake your head.

Michael just nods. Rocking back and forth whilst you just swing your legs back and forth.

You and Michael are like the same. But different.

Both people think you are weird in your own way.

“Wanna draw?” Michael immediately got up and grabbed some crayons and a piece of paper.

Handing it over to you, you easily started to scribble while Michael smiled at how cute you looked.

You looked focused, drawing quickly before turning it around to face your older brother.

It was a stick man. The stick man held a frown, before an arrow shifted right to a stickman who had a smile with question marks.

Michael’s smile faltered, looking at the drawing, then at you, then back at the drawing.

Sensing his confusion, you pointed at him and at the stick figures.

“Oh..” he let out an airy laugh, the kinda laugh that sounds fake enough to sound a little real. “It’s nothing, y/n.”

You kept a blank stare, tapping the drawing again.

Tap. Tap.

Michael couldn’t help but let out what he felt since obviously, you could always tell when something’s up with him.

“Joseph… was just being Joseph is all. He wants me to go on tour. But I don’t want to do it. I don’t wanna do it for him, but for our brothers.”

You hummed, putting the drawing down and cupping Michael’s face.

Michael showed confusion before laughing when he felt you lift his lip into a smile.

“Y/n! I’m okay, swear!”

Nodding satisfied to hear his real laugh, you grabbed the drawing and started drawing more.

After finishing, you crossed out the frowning man and circled the smiling man. At the corner of the drawing, there read, ‘blue doesn’t look good on you’.

Your older brother could only nod, “I agree.”

You smiled widely, copying Michael’s grin as he laughed at how you could easily cheer him up.

[sweetgothpeach]

Are requests open ?? :3

If so I had an idea I’d like to share !! It’s a Mystery x mute reader, who is sweet and innocent. They always see the best in people and are curious about the world (reaching out to different plants, flowers, and other random things to feel the texture kind of stuff) Mystery has a major soft spot for them and it shows. Even the other Saja Boys are shocked to Mystery wrapped around readers finger. I was thinking reader uses a notebook to communicate and maybe Abby the big himbo- takes it from them being totally oblivious to its purpose and Mystery flipping out and scolding him >:))

No pressure to fulfill this request ofc TAKE CARE !!!! <3

Silence

Mystery x Mute!Reader

Words : 1.500+

Sorry for taking sooooo long, oneshots are harder than chat fics

Please dont repost the story, i worked hard to do this @sweetgothpeach

Sitting on the sidewalk with Mystery, her notebook and pen in her hands, the stars were shining brightly above her, their shoulders pressed together but their hands never touching.

The moments of silence were louder than the noise of the city, Mystery looked at her, and she was writing something with a smile on her face.

the notebook resting on her legs and the pen dragging over the page filled the silence of the street.

she wrote, "how was your day?" with a kitten drawn next to it.

I had some tea and read some books, I wanted to see you- Mystery looked at the sky avoiding looking at the her.

With a big smile she dropped the pen into her lap and extended her hand to him.

Mystery slowly took her hand and put it in his hoodie pocket while still holding it with their fingers intertwined.

the warmth of her hands and the cold of his hands, together, mixed.

Mystery took a sip of coffee as he watched the girl write what she wanted to say to him. The library was very crowded and noisy. Mystery would have been uncomfortable, but she was there with him, and soon all that noise was transformed into a comfortable silence.

While she was writing, the librarian passed by with a stack of books in her hands, so high that it covered her entire face, causing her to crash head-on into a pillar, knocking over everything she had in her hands.

The girl automatically got up from her seat and ran to help the librarian, helping her pick up the books scattered on the floor.

Thank young one - The librarian nodded her thanks to the girl, who smiled in response and sat back down in front of Mystery.

I don't understand, why did you help her? She's always so rude to everyone - Mystery bent down to pick up the girl's pen that had fallen to the floor.

the girl changed the page, leaving behind what she was writing before, starting to write something new, turning the page to Mystery "She's already old, and having to deal with this bunch of people every day must be stressful, she must have a good heart :)"

Mystery smiled slightly, going back to drinking his coffee.

Mystery was sitting in the living room, anxiously awaiting the girl's arrival. She had told him she was arriving a few minutes ago, so Mystery sat in the living room with Abby and Baby, who were in front of the TV playing video games.

The *Click* of the door opening and hurried steps already revealed the girl's arrival, making Mystery turn to follow her with his eyes.

the backpack in her hands and shirt falling over her shoulders, some stars in her hair preventing her hair from falling in her face, she was beautiful, she was always beautiful in his eyes

She sat next to Mystery, taking her pen and notebook out of her backpack and placing it next to her on the sofa, then taking out a black bag, catching his attention.

What is that? - Mystery pointed to the black bag in the girl's hand curiously

The girl handed the black bag to the boy so he could open it, picking up the notebook and started writing: "These are hair clips that glow, can I put them in your hair?"

The boy shook his head, opening the bag and taking out one of the hair clips.

The girl separated strands of Mystery's hair and placed the clips smiling, the boy shyly hugged her waist bringing her closer to him.

When she finished, she took out her cell phone and took a picture to show him handing the cell phone to Mystery.

the girl tried to find her notebook on the sofa, but it was no longer there.

Do you want this? - Abby playfully waved the book over his head.

The girl jumped a few times trying to grab the notebook from Abby's hands, but Mystery was faster, snatching the notebook from his hand.

Both the girl and Abby widened their eyes as they looked at Mystery who carefully returned the notebook to the girl's hands.

You shouldn't do this to her, she's always so sweet, respect her. - Mystery dug his finger into Abby's chest, scolding him.

Mystery muttered something but continued to look at Abby.

The girl wrote something quickly, fearing that this would turn into a bigger fight "It's okay Myst, it was just a joke!" lightly tapping the boy's shoulder to get his attention

Dude, I know you're fighting for your girl, but I can't take you seriously with those shiny stars in your hair. - Baby laughed, pointing at Mystery's hair

and then she smiled, that smile he loved, softening him.

[vigilantekisser]

Troubleshooting

matt murdock x helpdesk!reader a/n: reader is mute... softlaunching my next reader character... ahhahah.. 🙂‍↕️🙏

Ticket #4597 — Submitted by Murdock, Matt.

Issue: Hi, I'm having some troubble with my devvice. It's givving me typos when I use the input. It keeps laggging and the kepboard keeps making mistakes. I tried restarting but the problem persissts.

Thanks for any help. Matt Murdock

You: Hi Mr Murdock! Sorry to hear you're having trouble. Can you describe what's happening in more detail? I can see the issue in your message though, so I have some idea. Just a few questions: - How long have you had this device? - Can you tell me when you first noticed the issue? Did the issue start after any software update? - Does it happen with all keys or specific ones? Let me know!

Matt: Hi yes. I've had it for 4 momths? I'll type and it comes out wromg. It sometimes registers doubble letters when I havven't pressed twice. It's not all the tine though. Sometimes it works fone.

You: How long has this been happening?

Matt: About a weel. Week.* It started small but it's getting more fdequent. I used this for work so it's becoming a oroblem. Mostly the right side keys. Dots 456 seem to be main ojes. *ones. Sorry.

You: Have you tried calibrating the touch sensitivity in settings?

Matt: Yes. That seemed to hela for about a day and then it staryed again. I'm pretty sure I'm hitting the rifht keys but maybe I'mm not? Hard to tell without beimg able to see the screen

You: It's probably not something you're doing wrong. These things happen. Let me run a remote diagnostic if that's ok with you.

Matt: That sounds greta. Great.* Sorry for the typos. Hard to fix them when I can't see what I wrote

You: No need to apologize! That's literally what I'm here for.

Matt: So is thjs the part wherre you tell me to turn it off and on agwin?

You: Haha. Only if you want the full authentic IT experience amirite lol

Matt: I fwel like I'm not gettting my money's wortth if you don't. Haha

You: IJBOL

Matt: Ijbol?

You: "I just burst out laughing." Sorry. Okay, I think I found the issue. There's a firmware conflict that's affecting the response. I can push an update remotely if you're okay with that.

Matt: Ok go for it. I trust yiu. You.*

Matt: You're a lifesaver. Thank you.

You: Happy to help! If it happens again, don't hesitate to submit another ticket.

Matt: Do you have a number I can call for next time? I feel like this would go faster on the phone. No pressure though.

You: Hmm I can transfer you to our phone support line :) One of our voice agents can help you from there. Let me get someone for you.

Matt: Ok. Sure. Thanks again for all your help.

Ticket #4780 — Submitted by Murdock, Matt.

Issue: Same problem recurring after update.

You: Hi Mr Murdock. :) Looks like we're having the same issue again.

Matt: Hi you're the same person from before?

You: That's me! I remember you.

Matt: I asked for you specifically. The guy I talked to on the phone seemed annoyed that I couldn't tell him what was on the screen

You: Yikes. Really sorry about that. Some of our agents aren't as patient as they should be & that totally defeats the purpose of what we're doing here. I'll make a note. Checking your settings now too by the way.

Matt: No worries. You're way better anyway.

You: Wow thanks haha. That's my job! You're very easy to help.

Matt: Can I call you next time instead? Might be easier.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard, thinking.

You: Thanks for your appreciation :)

You: Sorry though, I'm actually mute so I can't talk over the phone.

You: I can direct you to one of the agents I personally know, I'm sure you'll have a better experience with him! I know calls are probably easier for you :)

Matt: Oh ok.

Matt: Thanks for telling me. No need to redirect. This works great for me too. My screen reader handles text fine

You: Thanks for being so understanding. Dreamboat customer :)

Matt: :)

You: Okay, not seeing too much issue on here so I think your device should be fixed now. Sorry it keeps acting up.

Matt: Thank you!

Matt: Same time next malfunction I guess. "IJBOL."

You: Haha

You: Ok I'll be here. You can hold me to it :)

[ellecdc]

poly!moonwater x mute!reader? Maybe them learning sign or comforting reader when someone makes fun or says something rude to them.

🥹🥹🥹 this is so cute omg. thanks for your request!! 🤟🤟🤟

poly!moonwater x mute!reader (gn)

You kept your face pointed downwards at your textbook and ignored the two shadows seating themselves across the table from you, hoping that if you minded your business, they would too.  

People weren’t always very understanding of your condition, and those who pretended they were usually just asked a lot of very imposing questions; if you could hear, why couldn’t you talk? Were you ignoring them? Were you faking it? What was your deal? And contrary to popular opinion, speaking louder and repeating themselves didn’t change the fact that you still couldn’t speak to them.

“Y/N, right?” You heard a voice come from in front of you. You grimaced slightly but tried to rearrange your face before looking up.

Sitting across from you was Regulus Black and Remus Lupin; the latter having been the one to speak to you.

You nodded yes to his question, which earned you a beaming smile from the scarred boy.

“I’m Remus, and this is Regulus.” He said, motioning towards the younger boy with his head. You offered the best smile you could muster and nodded hello to the two of them.

“What subject are you working on?” Regulus asked, attempting to peek at your notebook. You pulled the textbook from under your elbow and showed them the front cover.

“Herbology.” Remus narrated. “I’ve always been pants at that, honestly.”

You smiled gratefully at the two; most people don’t put much effort into trying to converse with you once they realize it requires a touch more effort on their end.

“What’s your favourite class?” Regulus asked then, causing your stomach to drop.

They had to know, right? They couldn’t not know. Did they think you would finally talk if only you wanted to badly enough? Or was this a prank? You didn’t think pranks were the younger Black’s thing, but you knew Lupin hung around with a folly crowd.

You’re not sure how long you’d been sitting there spiralling when you felt a gentle nudge to your wrist. You looked to see a piece of parchment and a quill being pushed towards you by Remus.

You looked to him then, trying to see if you could spot any malevolence in his expression.

You couldn’t.

You cautiously took the quill and parchment and scrawled out your answer quickly. Passing it back and trying to ignore the burning of your cheeks or the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

Remus beamed at your response. “I love that class too.”

“May I ask something that might come across as terribly forward?” Regulus asked suddenly, causing your heart rate to spike.

“I was only wondering how you converse with your friends or family; what’s most comfortable for you?”

You let out a steadying breath and accepted the quill and parchment back from Remus to quickly write “sign”. 

Regulus smiled at that, and you weren’t sure you expected a Black to be capable of an expression so soft.

“Wonderful.” He said as he pulled out a heavy book from his bookbag; a muggle book entitled “BSL for Dummies”. 

You felt your eyebrows migrate into your hairline as your mouth fell open.

“Now, if it’s not terribly inconvenient for you, do you think you might be able to help us learn?” Remus asked, smiling kindly at you.

You nodded quickly, mouth quirking up into a smile as Regulus helped turn the book towards you so he could ask “is this the right way to ask someone out on a date?”

© ellecdc; do not copy, translate, or repost my work anywhere under any circumstances.

[noellefan101]

Quiet Love

Characters: Xiao, Heizou, Cyno, Wanderer, Albedo x mute!reader

Summary: You're mute, and cant talk? not a problem for your partner, they can find other ways to communicate, and honestly wouldn't have it any other way.

Warnings: mute reader, kissing, most of them dont know sign language bc i said so and it makes this more interesting, idk man

Note: i feel like i accidentally made both the char and reader mute in some of them, I've tried to fix it though, so im sorry for that (and i also messed up some other shit im just missing brain cells n´ down bad) -love you

Xiao

Whom talks with you in touches and small notes.

He had seen no problem in your absence of speaking, he likes the quiet nights that you shared with him. The sounds of nature taking over your ears, it was nice, just standing beside you and looking out to the views of Liyue. he reaches out to hold your hand, though still not accustomed to the feeling, he does it anyway. and as his hand lightly squeezes yours, he feels your own squeezing his back, as if saying 'I love you'. your quiet conversations are sweet and only for you two to know about.

He leaves notes scattered around, as you do too. ones with little messages of your schedule and plans. ones written with more love than any other person could comprehend. notes shared between you and him. notes saying 'i loved that dish, could we make it again' and a reply under, 'of course, i'll do anything for you'. it seems simple and dumb, but a nice way to talk to each other anyway.

Heizou

Who likes when you just listen to him, and let him do anything he kind of wants to since you can't talk back, but he also loves when you just draw your thoughts on paper.

He loves to talk, but mostly loves when he gets to talk to you since you always listen to him so closely. he loves when he can just drag you to to places, but of course he's nice about it (kind of) and ask you if you wanna go to that new ramen shop that opened in the outskirts of Inazuma City, which he kind of answers for you because of course you do! in which you smile at (smile at him or else...)

He likes your little drawings, and especially when its a little puzzle he has to solve so he can understand what you're saying and loves to guess wrong purpose so he can get a reaction out of you. and even has a special sketchbook, that he keeps on him at all times. he also sometimes goes trough it and just smiles at all your little drawings. remembering the time that you drew it, and all the cute little faces you made when he teased you for how bad it looked.

Cyno

Who helps you talk with small drawings in the sand and learned sign language so he could communicate with you properly.

He's often out in the desert, and from time to time takes you with him. which makes it easy to express yourself when all you need is a stick, sometimes his spear if he lets you, and sand which is already in front of you at all times. the little drawings that symbol your love, so many hearts all over the sand it would be hard to count how many times you drew them. he gave you his cape at night when you were extra cold? you drew a heart around his feet as a 'thank u, i love you', in which he cutely (your words) responded with, "i love you too" right after.

Whom learned sign language just because he felt like you were left out a little, but also learned the wrong one at first so you had to help him and learn him some signs as well. but the first thing you learned him was how to say "i love you", but didn't tell him what it meant so you could do it without him noticing just for a little while longer.

Wanderer

Who hates being touched, but makes you touch his shoulder when you need something and gifts you a book so you can write to him when needed

He, despite hating when people touch him, he cant think of many other ways you could get his attention, so he wants you to touch him when you need him. it doesn't matter if he had an extra bad day, its the best way to get his attention, so touch him all you want. it is you after all, the love of his life, he would let you do whatever you wanted to do, just tap his shoulder and give him a few signs or point at something, anything you want you'll get.

Others would say that he would be annoyed at you for pushing a book up to his face every hour or so, but he surprisingly he doesn't get annoyed at all and "tolerates" you pretty well. in fact he loves when you just stand there and write in your little book, he thinks its adorable when you glare at him as a sign to wait for you to finish.

Albedo

Who is normally very quiet but when he's with you he loves to talk, but of course, he loves the times when it's just you and him sitting together in silence

He could be seen as quite shy if you didnt know him well, but when around you he was the complete opposite, talking about everything he did that day, was currently doing, what plans he had ext. he loves when you just listen to him, but if you ever tried pointing at smt to ask like yk 'whats this?' he would be overjoyed and you wouldn't be able to make him shut up for hours about that one thing.

He looked at you when you had put your hand in front of his sketchbook, you looked at him sweetly before kissing his cheek, catching him by surprise. he put down his sketchbook and kissed you back on your forehead. it was just a quiet moment between you two and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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spencer reid drabble

cw: mute!reader, american sign language usage, // means things said in sign

You look up as Emily comes in for the day. She’s a little late—only by a couple minutes—but it’s no big deal. She waves as she walks in. “Hey, everyone.” You all give her your greetings as she sets her purse on the desk (across from yours) with a hefty sigh. “How’s everyone doing?”

“Let’s see,” JJ says, twirling around in her chair and raising her cup. “Coffee, check. No case, double check. Doing great so far.”

You smile, leaning back in your own chair. You start to sign, your hands moving quickly as you go through a short recap. /Spencer got me this pastry from the bakery this morning, and it was so good./ Spencer’s voice easily narrates your movements.

“Sounds delicious,” Emily sighs, the sound so longing that you think she may be imagining a pastry of her own to munch on.

You’re selectively mute. As soon as you joined the team a few years ago, everyone loved you from the beginning. While they did their best in learning sign for you, Spencer was already a pro and did most of your translating.

He sits next to you—right now, at least. Hotch has gotten into the habit of separating the both of you when work gets slow. You indulge him and his distractions, even though you’re so quiet. You can’t be blamed! You like to listen to him speak. Who cares how much work is piling up?

It’s nice. You could go as fast as you wanted, and Spencer could always keep up with you. Sometimes when you were in the comfort of your own home, curled up on the couch with Spencer, neither of you would even say words. It would be a silent exchange where you would sit and “talk” for hours.

“Oh, damn it,” Emily mutters, sitting back in her chair and staring down at her lap. Her voice is laced with exasperation. “Not again.”

JJ hums. “Someone sounds cranky.” She peers over to get a better look at what’s going on.

A sharp breath passes through her. She starts toying with her belt, shaking her head briefly. “No, I just got this new belt a while ago, but it’s super crappy. This is my first time wearing it, and it keeps coming undone.” She fixes said belt, holding onto it like she’ll do it for the rest of the day if she has to. “If these pants weren’t so loose, I’d just take it off,”

You nod. Spencer speaks as you sign. “You should try Spencer.”

Everyone’s confused, including Spencer.

“‘Spencer’?” JJ wonders, eyeing you curiously, though amusement is shining in her gaze.

You have to hide your smile as you turn to Spencer, shaking your head gently. You go slow. /The clothes./

Spencer’s eyes immediately light up. “Oh!” he exclaims, turning back to everyone. He starts to sign as he speaks, and you’re not sure if he realizes he’s even doing it. “Sorry, suspenders. She’s saying you should try suspenders.”

Your laugh is silent, and you shake your head in your amusement. /Yeah. I used to wear them as a kid. I went through a phase./

They nod in understanding, but then Emily’s brow furrows and she chuckles. “Wait, do you call Spencer ‘Suspenders’?”

You shrug, glancing away. /They sound really similar…/ Spencer’s voice doesn’t match the quiet of your movements, but that’s okay.

He nods anyway. “Yeah. Emily, she calls you ‘Mystery’.”

Her face shines in surprise, a smile creeping on her lips. “Oh, cool,” she mutters.

JJ smiles big, leaning toward you and crossing her arms over her chest. Her interest is piqued now. “What about me?”

You purse your lips in the same way Spencer does, that awkward tight smile that you adore so much as you glance over at him. He mirrors your expression, clearing his throat and shrugging lightly. “She just signs J-2.”

Her shoulders drop a bit, her smile shrinking. “Oh,” she mumbles. A tiny sigh slips past her lips.

You rub your fist clockwise over your heart in apology. /It’s simple./

She shakes her head dismissively. “I get it.” She’s not really upset, but she had hoped for something more exciting. She turns back around to her desk to finish the work shining over her screen.

Emily looks at you past her computer, one brow raised with a curious grin. You forget how pretty she is sometimes. “Suspenders, huh?” she says quietly.

You shrug, your signs just between you and her. /He holds me up./ She laughs, muttering something about you being corny before she’s placing her attention back on her screen.

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Savior- The Check-ins (part two)

Winchesters x Sibling reader (sibling bond ONLY)

Castiel x Winchester Reader (Platonic)

Summary: When Castiel goes off the deep end and becomes god, he finds he still has a soft spot for the smallest Winchester

Chapter summary: When cas believes that the reader is not going to take care of themselves he begins checking in with making sure she will eat well  

Word Count: 1086

A/N: This is the second part to sisterhood i decided to make it into a series! Sorry this took so long i started failing class and got turned down from nursing school and my grandmother ended up in the hospital. Im not sure how many parts yet but i am currently working on part three at the time of uploading i really hope you guys enjoy! also if part three takes long that my bad

Loading up into the car after everything was said everyone was grieving something but it looked as if Dean had lost the most. I knew Dean shared a “profound bond” with Cas and seeing him turn into a creature of destruction was not great. I mean I guess it would be a creature of creation as he's now god maybe?? I'm not sure any longer all i've ever wanted was to be with my brothers and now if i do the only thing that brings me comfort and retreat into myself i might be taken from the and kept in heaven. I knew that whenever Cas would show up for these “check-ins) he would castigate every move my brothers made and every slight emotion I had. We have to be happy now it's the only way we can be together. If we fight, will Cas hurt my brothers or lock me in heaven? I finally looked up to see Dean staring at me in the rearview mirror, did he ask me something had i missed something. Dean's voice broke through my train of thought

“ Hey kiddo you don't look so great back there, are you ok?”

I wanted to break down at the sound of his voice, he sounded worried and sad.

“Im fine Dean, i mean about as fine as i can be” 

My voice cracking as i speak, my vocal cords still not use to the vibrations

“Are you sure you look a little pale and almost green”

Sam's voice made me realize that he was turned around in the passenger seat also staring at me it also brought upon the realization of nausea 

“I think I'm fine, I do feel a little sick though.” 

The boys looked concerned at how the situation had taken a toll on me 

“Where are we going though, i mean will the wards even still work to keep Cas out or … “ 

The boys seemed to become more worried as i said Cas’s name, i trailed off my voice hurting and there discomfort becoming noticeable 

Dean cleared his throat to speak up 

“We're gonna head to Bobby’s, we need somewhere for you to stay.”

My stomach fell into my feet as his words

“You're gonna leave me at Bobby’s?” 

Dean seemed to notice my sadness as did Sam

“We are gonna stay with you for a while, but i don’t think Cas will want us to bring you on hunts” 

Sam spoke up breaking the tension 

“Ok” 

I knew better than to fight with them when they had made a decision together like this it would be useless anyways, My life usually felt like this, like every situation i was in was insuperable. 

“ How about we stop and get you some food huh? You can finally tell us what you want.” 

I knew Dean was trying to make the situation less intense by making jokes, and it did kind of make me feel a little better.

“Yeah i guess i could eat, how about a burger and maybe a sweet tea”

Dean and Sam looked a little brighter at my words, they knew how much I enjoyed the drink and I guess it was nice for them to hear me say I wanted it. Dean started to make his way to a nearby diner to get some food. Getting out of the car was when I felt it as if all of a sudden cold water was poured over my head. I knew who it was and I turned around to meet him. 

“ Do you really believe that this food will nourish your sister Dean?” 

His words rang through the air. When Cas said there would be check-ins I didn't think they would start so soon and over something so trivial. Dean turned around and grabbed my arm, putting himself between me and Cas. Sam standing behind me sandwiching me between the boys to keep me safe.

“After the night we had, I figured she would want comfort food not healthy food.” 

Dean's anger was clear in his voice the way it always was when someone had insinuated he could not take care of his siblings, his family. 

“She needs nourishment the toll that was taken on her vocal cords from the transition of not speaking to speaking will be quite large if she does not receive proper vitamins and nutrients”

Dean was starting to clench his jaw and ball his fist

“Then I can buy her some damn vitamins and she can take them.” 

Cas’s response to this was less than kind, he did not like the disrespect dean was showing him

“I can still always take her Dean, don't tempt me”

Hearing these words i gripped onto Dean's jacket and Sam moved closer

“ Although she is happy, I will procure these vitamins so you two do not bring her into a situation that could potentially turn bad. She must take them though if she stops I will not hesitate to take her with me, I have cared for her for too long for you to turn her into one of you.”

Deans anger had yet to subside as Cas spoke

“What do you mean by one of us?”

“I mean, Dean, you and your brother do not have the best track record with taking care of yourselves, Sam drank demon blood and you use food, alcohol, and sex to get through life. Do not make her like this by teaching her your bad behavior.”

Cas said his voice almost booming through the empty parking lot. Dean was now silent looking more and more like he was going to punch Cas.

“I will be back soon little one with your vitamins, you will take them wont you?”  

Cas for the first time during this interaction was speaking directly to me.

“Yes I will, I promise.” 

My voice once again was croaking and cracking from the overflow of emotion and from the newness of speaking

“Good”

Was the last thing Cas said before disappearing. The three of us stood in silence not moving for fear he might return. 

Dean turned around and hugged me tightly. 

“Im sorry, i won't ever let him take you” 

I had no words for the moment. I think that's been the hardest part of speaking again, finding the right words for a moment 

“Alright no more chick flick moments” dean said letting go of me 

“I'm starving and we haven't eaten in a hot minute, lets go inside” dean said to end things