A deep vibration that you felt directly against your cheek before your implants fully processed it. It was your favorite sound in the world.
A red flash. The heartbreaking screech of brakes against the asphalt. Thunderous horns. The explosion of metal against metal and a dull impact that seemed to change the meaning of the universe.
Then, nothingness.
The ER goes completely haywire, even more so than usual, when a patient turns out to be the deaf wife of the infamous Park “The Shark”
I’d like to give special thanks to @brown-eyes-cello-and-books for their advice and guidance. I hope I did it right.
Summary: Getting taken in for questioning because your close to Samcro and dating the President of the MC. But you can’t really tell them anything. . .
Authors Note: This was a humorous thought in my head. I enjoyed writing for. Also why is there not more deaf reader stories for anything? I’m not personally deaf but there great stories when you find them.
“We know you are dating Jax Teller.” Unser spoke sitting across from Y/n at the integration table.
“And we know you’ve been around the club. We just want you to tell us what you’ve overheard. That's all.” Hale paced slowly behind Unser with his arms crossed and head turned towards her.
Y/n stared blankly at them. She could read their lips but they didn’t know that so she just stared at them. They knew so much about her but they were seemingly oblivious to the fact she was deaf. Tell them what she overheard? That made her want to laugh hysterically. But it was the perfect situation. She couldn’t even lie to the cops, she hasn’t overheard anything. She physically can’t. And they didn’t seem to be catching on. Plus they have her hands cuffed. She can't exactly sign ASL. But she figured since she was supposed to meet Jax an hour ago he had already tracked her phone location and he would be there soon.
“If you don’t cooperate with us then we can’t help you either.” Unser sighed, sending her a pleading look to give them something so she could be let go eventually.
“I haven’t overheard anything.” It took a lot for Y/n not to smile, it was truly absurd. She talked pretty well thanks to a lot of speech therapy as a kid but that didn’t mean she heard anything they were saying. Because she spoke so well people never assumed she couldn’t hear them.
Hale scoffed at her answer, rolling his eyes. “How could you not overhear anything? You hang out in that clubhouse where they talk business.”
Y/n shrugged, sure she could just tell them she was deaf but because she could read their lips and respond she figured they probably wouldn’t believe her and think she just wanted to get out of talking to them. Which she did and she kinda wanted Hale to suffer a bit of embarrassment when he finds out. Plus they asked if she overheard anything, not what Jax or the other guys had told her directly.
“Um sheriff?” A deputy opened the door, peaking his head in.
“Yeah?” The older man acknowledged waiting for him to speak since it seemed so urgent.
“We have like half of Samcro in the lobby demanding to see her. And that she be released.” He stated, nervously glancing at the 3 people around the room.
“Fucking hell.” Hale cursed, dropping his arms.
“They have a lawyer with them.” The deputy bit his lip anxiously.
So Unser and Hale left the interrogation room to go out and confront Samcro. Unser hated doing this to the MC but he was police chief and he couldn’t not look into things. “What can I do for you gentlemen?”
“We want our girl released.” Gemma spoke up leaning against the counter, taking off her sunglasses.
“Gemma, we're just questioning her-” Unser sighed looking at his long time friend.
“About what?” Bobby spoke up with his hands on the counter at the opposite end of Gemma.
“Just on anything she might have overheard while hanging around all of you.” Hale stated quite smugly with his arms crossed standing behind Unser.
All of them let out laughs and had amused expressions on their faces. Jax stepped forward with a smirk on his lips. “She hasn’t overheard anything.”
Hale raised a brow not believing them for a second. “And how’s that? Considering she’s always there and she’s dating you of all people.”
Jax leaned forward resting his forearms on the counter in front of him. “She’s deaf. She can’t overhear anything. She can’t hear anything at all.”
Unser’s face dropped and he let out a sigh rubbing a hand down his face.
“How come she didn’t mention that? She’s been here for a while.” Hale furrowed his eyebrows.
“Maybe because you should’ve known that already. Or did you miss that piece of information when you were looking into bringing her in.” Tig spoke up crossing his arms with one eyebrow raised while thinking ‘How stupid are they?’.
“Having her here, questioning her without an interpreter present is against the law. No matter how well she can read lips.” The lawyer intervened before she could possibly have to defend more of them today.
“Let her go.” Unser made the decision after taking a deep breath. He didn’t want to deal with a lawsuit.
“But. . .” Hale couldn’t believe they were just going to let her go.
“She’s free to go.” Unser stated making it finale by cutting Hale off.
“This is ridiculous.” Hale shook his head and stormed off.
“Jax.” Unser nodded towards the back as he grabbed his keys, gesturing for Jax to follow him. Jax followed the old Sheriff to the back, ready to get his old lady out of this damn place.
Once Unser opened the door Jax leaned against the doorframe. His signature smile on his lips. As he signed and spoke at the same time. “Hey Darlin. Ready to get out of here?”
Most of Samcro had learned a good amount of sign language since having met Y/n. She was part of their family and with all their different accents and slang used around the club it helped her when reading lips that they signed what they could.
“Absoultly.” Y/n said as Unser uncuffed her.
“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding Y/n.” Unser sent her an apologetic smile.
Y/n smiled at Unser and patted his shoulder in acceptance of his apology.
“Come one Sweetheart.” Jax smiled, opening his arms for her, pulling her into his side and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
They headed back out to the lobby where the rest of them were waiting. They all greeted her with hugs.
“You alright baby?” Gemma asked after pulling away from a hug, making sure she could see her lip.
“Yeah, I’m alright.” Y/n nodded with a small smile..
“Let’s get the lass out of here.” Chibs signed as he spoke.
Jax grabbed her hand and led her out but not before flipping off Deputy Hale. Once they got back to the clubhouse everyone gathered around.
“So why’d they pick you up?” Juice asked as they all entered the clubhouse.
“Get this.” Jax shook his head half amused and half pissed off.
“They wanted to question me on what I might have overheard being around you guys.” Y/n smirked she had found the reason to be hilarious even though the arrest/questioning had been for a lack of a better word scary.
“Nice.” Happy said, clearly amused.
Jax nudged Y/n and nodded towards the dorms. When Y/n nodded back he grabbed her hand and led her back to his dorm.
“You sure you're okay?” Jax asked, cupping her cheeks in his hands.
“Yeah. I’m okay.” Y/n nodded leaning into his hands as she rested her own on his hips.
“I’m sorry.” Jax apologized stroking his thumbs under her eyes.
“It’s not your fault.” Y/n reached one hand up to cup his cheek, she didn’t want him blaming himself.
“They wouldn’t have taken you in for questioning if it wasn’t for me.” He sighed, dropping his head to hers. Leaning his forehead against hers.
“I love you. I chose you. This is part of being with you. I knew that.” Y/n moved her hand to run through his hair to put his guilt at ease. She knew what she signed up for when she got together with him. Jax this was the first time she was questioned by the police but she didn’t think it’d be the last. “Besides, I can't overhear anything anyways. So they just wasted their time.” She joked trying to lighten his mood.
“I love you Darlin.” Jax smiled stroking her cheek and copying her and using his other hand to brush through her hair. He admired how she handled being with him in his world. But he’d still protect her from it as best he could.
“I love you too.” Y/n smiled, pulling him into a very heated kiss. Taking full advantage of them already being in the privacy of his dorm.
the v's reaction to someone taking your hearing aid
♥ summary: "what the Vees would do if they noticed their partially deaf s/o being picked on - like the other people would tear out their hearing aid(s) and break them and stuff" @aceduchessdragoness
♥ characters: velvette, vox, valentino
♥ notes: screaming and crying okay so i did val's spanish as spain spanish bc i think spain sign language would be better than narrowing his signs down to a specific latin american country but if the translation is cringe then tell me bc i'm literally using an lse dictionary
Vox
♥ word count: 1.9k
♥ notes: i use [Y/N] for the first time in my career ong, she/her pronouns used in third person, reader doesn't speak and only signs, protective but violent vox, vox in a healthy relationship, reader gets harassed in public
It was never a mystery to you how Vox always knew where you were. Even without the watch on your wrist, you felt his eyes on you, the looming knowledge of persistent monitoring.
Not that it bothered you, of course. If anything, you were worried that he wanted to spend his time watching you instead of running his business. But whatever, it was flattering.
Whenever you went on your routine errands, you would smile at every television or security camera you encountered. On the big screens in Vox's room, he feels like the common softening of his heart. Your smile always seems so genuine. How can somebody like you adore him so much?
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Blue light illuminates your living room. From the kitchen, you groan as you make your way to the television. Can he stop bothering you at this hour? All you wanted to do was get some damn water, but of course, as always, he's monitoring you.
Words pop up on the screen as you approach it. You rub your eyes, the brightness overwhelming. You reach for your coffee table.
GO TO SLEEP
With the sudden click of the remote, you smile as the screen goes black. One, two, three... it lights up again.
DON'T TRY
Again, the screen goes black. One... again, a bright blue illuminates you.
[Y/N]. The television shakes.
You snicker at him, finally sitting on the floor and putting the remote down. On the other side of that screen, Vox sits on his swivel chair, gazing up at you, your frame taking up multiple monitors. Your eyes look below where his point of view is.
"It's late," you sign, and the light makes your hands shine in the darkness. "Dim it a little."
He listens; his small act of consideration makes you melt. Your eyes soften immensely. Internally, he begs you to stop looking at him like that; it's embarrassing how good it makes him feel.
The television is still a blinding blue as you go from the living room to the bedroom; he follows you per any screen by your side. Worst of all, a flat-screen faces your bed, which was mandatory.
"Goodnight, Vox." You sign while putting your face up to the screen.
You turn this TV off, and to your delight, it stays off.
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With a yawn, you stretch your morning aches away and lean your head against the table of your vanity. You get a few seconds of shut-eye before popping back up. Vox is watching; if he notices you're tired, he will try to be domestic and nap with you regardless of how much work you must do today. So you rub away your sleepy eyes and massage the tension in your jaw. Putting on your hearing aid is first on your daily to-do list; you'd like to hear if he pops up on your television and decides to update you on his morning. Sometimes, he gets so impatient. Next, while picking up your moisturizer, you try not to shiver at the coldness once it touches your fingers.
You wish yourself a good morning before rubbing it in.
At the same time of day, Vox was already up and doing his rounds, making sure his employees were getting work done. He gets antsy between when you wake up, and you get to the tower. Every morning once he sees you entering the elevator, he'll wait on the other side to welcome you in with a kiss to the forehead.
Vox checks his watch. It shows his favorite things: your vitals, location, and pretty little face whenever you dial him.
You've finally left your place, thank goodness. Pacing aimlessly has never looked good on him.
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He stands by his window, looking down at the streets below, watching you approach. You're wearing your usual uniform, one that he picked out just for you; it consists of the same red and blue stripes he has on his everyday suit. It makes you an eyesore in the everyday crowd.
If you didn't know any better, you'd lift your head to see if you could spot him among the many stories. The building is beautiful, overpowering. The V tower's magnificent brightness outshines the rest of the V district. The constant noise of people always has you walking with your hearing aid turned as low as it can go without turning off.
With the pink light reflecting off your face, you look both ways before crossing the street, a bright smile on your face, stepping onto the asphalt before a hand grabs your wrist.
Vox furrows his brow at the sight.
You turn your head and see a friendly reporter and a cameraman, the camera not yet rolling. Your pupils flicker between them.
"Hello!" She smiles, removing her hand. With caution, you fully face her, stepping back onto the sidewalk. The 'professional' persona you've been forced to practice is finally coming to fruition.
"Hello! I'm Deaf; I don't think I'd be able to do an interview."
She flicks her hand and rolls her eyes in the most friendly way possible. "Not a problem," she signs, moving the microphone vibrantly, "I can work this out, no problem!"
You widen your eyes in a wowwwww, oh my god, that's perfect... "Oh, what a kind woman you are!"
Vox? You beg internally. Baby? Save me.
Up high, he doesn't remove his eyes from you. With the use of sign language, he can't listen in, and he can't tell whether he needs to intervene or not. There's nothing wrong with going to check, right? Or will he seem possessive, or scared? He doesn't want people to think he doesn't want you to talk to anyone. It's good that you get to sign to someone other than him and Velvette, right?
The camera starts rolling, and you square your shoulders, adjusting your sleeves for more mobility. The news reporter throws the microphone at the cameraman, who does not catch it but ignores it as she shows off her brightest smile.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I have the sweetest person in hell with me, [y/n]! Tell me, how long have you two been together?"
Of course, the news has been recognizing you recently. You've been seen countless times adjusting Vox's tie (he purposely fucks it up so that you'll step close to him) as well as wrapping your arm around his and pinching the corner of his screen endearingly before you give him a babying compliment. Many people have taken pictures and edited hearts around you two. People are obsessed with how "heavenly" your relationship is.
"Oh, many months now!" You nod to yourself, trying to stop your eyes from shining with admiration. You always get so soft when you think about him; it's one of the things people notice. She looks at him as if he's her entire world.
"Beautiful!" The reporter puffs out her bottom lip innocently. "I'm sure you make that man very happy."
What do you even say to that? I hope so.
"The happiest."
"Now," she doesn't hesitate to change the topic. "Are there any challenges you two face about your... differences?"
Your eyebrows raise before furrowing in confusion. Differences? At first, you think she means his television head, but when she notices you pause, she rudely clarifies. "I mean, with your lack of hearing, you know? Don't you find it a little embarrassing?"
You lean your body away from her. "What are you saying?"
The shock of the tonal shift has you freezing in place. The reporter looks at the camera, her eyes squinting with sadistic amusement. Her fingers twitch as she lifts her arm, not even looking at you before plucking the hearing aid from your ears. She crushes it in her hand.
At first, you grab your ear, pressing your hand to it in disbelief. Your face contorts, your shoulders dropping as you try to step away. Why couldn't you see this coming? And on television—is that where this is airing? The air around you goes quiet, the sensation of spatial awareness fading a bit as you stumble back, your hand still grasping your ear. The watch on your wrist hits your cheek, and without a second thought, you tap on the screen repeatedly. The next thing that popped into your head: her bravery is the most surprising.
With a brief fall of light, Vox stands where the lady once was. You eye him with uncertainty, a look you have never given him. He faces the cameraman, not looking your way. Your eyes go up and down his body; his stance is tense, his arms are folded behind his back, and his fingers sparking with small glimmers of electricity.
You see that lying behind him is the woman, body entirely limp, smoke coming from her mouth, and her eyes looking stuck open.
He speaks to the camera, pointing his finger at it, staring intensely into the shaking, blinking red light. Your hands link around his bicep. Composure, you remind yourself. You turn to the camera with a weary smile and lean your head against him.
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"That'll never happen again." He stares at himself in the mirror. His dressers and tables are filled with claw marks from his previous meltdowns.
You just sit on his bed, crossing your legs uncomfortably, watching him as he goes back and forth between signing to you and mumbling to himself. You haven't said a word. You just keep your eyes on him.
He protected you in the way he knew best. He wanted nothing more than to put his hands on the sides of her head and crush her skull. It would stain his suit, awful. Even worse, your suit would have been ruined, too.
Should he force you to move into the tower? He's always wanted to. The commute would be no more, and you'd be safe from the outside.
Should he prevent you from leaving at all without him? No, that might be too much, but his entire body craves to keep you secure and protected.
He won't ask you what you want. He knows there's a chance you would just coddle him and tell him it's okay. There's no reality where he will do nothing; he must devise his own plan. But first (actually, secondly, after getting his anger out on his furniture), he wants to make sure his sweetheart is okay.
Once he calmed down and sat next to you, rubbing your thigh, he watched as you scrolled through social media, looking at the hundreds of people laughing and reposting the event. He shuts off your phone, grabs it, and tosses it across the room. You roll your eyes helplessly before he lifts his hands and signs to you.
"I will track everyone down and punish them severely, baby. No one will ever touch you again, or else they will the next flashing headline."
"I know, baby," you wrap your arms around his chest and lean into him, rubbing your cheek against the smoothness of his overcoat.
You hum against him, finding it in yourself to smile softly. Protector, protector, protector. You run those words through your head; they're comforting to their own extent. Suppose he ends up locking you inside the tower. In that case, it's better than him leaving you entirely over this (which, obviously, he'd never actually do). Spending every morning and night with him wouldn't be wrong. Everything happens for a reason.
He leans back onto the bed, his feet dangling off as you curl into his side.
Before resting completely, you use a hand to sign into his chest. "Everything will be fine."
Your coddling, though annoying, provides the most relaxing warmth to his body. He groans, wrapping an arm lazily around you, feeling the usual butterflies in his stomach as you press a small kiss to his collarbone.
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Velvette
♥ word count: 1.6k
♥ warnings: reader speaks, party scene, getting harassed by a man, vox is in this too
♥ a/n: i completely headcanon that velvette took an asl class in highschool when she was alive, i have no idea how velvette usually acts in fanfiction so this is MY velvette now
Velvette found you, such a pretty thing, in your little corner of the internet, making content for your little community. That little corner of yours is where you told the news and interpreted a lot of banter from the overlords. Your channel was the perfect mix of education and drama, all for the Deaf community in Hell.
You were, as Velvette described, a tea channel.
She invited you to the V tower to show you around. The three V's introduced themselves to you in their own way, offering you a job. The bossman, ever so gentlemanly and charming, didn't let Valentino try and make sex motions to you for longer than necessary. And before Velvette forced Vox to scurry off, she forced him to snap a few pics of you posing with her as a faux collab.
You weren't stupid. You knew Velvette only wanted your attention to spread whatever brand she endeavored to popularize. But this might be a golden opportunity. You'd learn the behind-the-scenes from three different overlords, and the content you can produce will gather insane traction.
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Velvette is just so sweet; the way she showed her care for you was just through gift-giving.
She loved putting together gift boxes for you, similar to the sorority kind. The boxes went from cute little baskets to a cardboard box resembling a PR send. These would always be set on your desk with a bit of note from her, each time she'd signed off her name with a heart.
Jackets, shoes, candies, jewelry, pens, everything. The gifts are versatile with familiar themes of hearts. Every day was like Valentine's Day when she was 'courting' you (did she even realize she was?).
She made you bags: totes, crossbody bags, clutches, phone pouches, coin purses, anything she thought you would need with an array of colors to match any outfit. She put in hair clips and pocket mirrors, cozy slippers and fancy journals.
She even got you two matching bracelets.
You love the smirk she wears whenever she notices you adorning anything she's given to you. Damn right, she thinks, I knew it would look good.
The most enormous box she'd ever given you was the day before one of her fashion shows. Inside were glorious clothes from her collection, all for you to pick out and wear. She really loved her stripes.
You put your hearing aid on, smiling at yourself in the mirror as you watch the charm she made you glisten in the light. With your bracelet ornamenting your wrist, you pat down your stripped outfit before taking a deep breath.
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Your entrance reeks of reluctance. The temptation to retreat back to your room is unbearable. Seeing Velvette will definitely lift your mood; where is she? Surely, she'd be the highlight of the room, but amongst all the women with their eccentric colors and clothing shapes, you can't find your eye drawing to her anywhere.
The sounds of the party blend together in a nasty concoction; you can't help but turn your hearing aids off. The sound is similar to what it's like being outside in a heavy storm; the wind, the pouring rain, the blur and whine of the hearing aids. And instead of lingering by the double doors, you push into the crowd. You're the least recognizable in the crowd of celebrities, but it doesn't stop people from moving out of the way when you try to wiggle through. You're wearing stripes, her stripes. You're either bold or very special to her; they don't want to intervene.
But your stripes also get some people to stare at you longer than they would have otherwise. Across the room, in front of you, you notice a tall, almost shirtless model coming your way, directly staring at you. You break the quick eye contact before squeezing through a cluster of girls taking selfies. They won't let you through, grimacing but not laying any hands on you. When you turn to go the other way, the man is behind you, holding out his hand, waiting for you to put your hand in his.
You click on your hearing aid and scroll up. "What did you say?" You ask verbally, clearing your throat a bit.
His eyes bounce from yours to your hand, looking at what you're touching. His head tilts in interest. You don't like the sight of his smile.
"Oh wow." He says.
Immediately, "Yeah, no," Velvette puts her hands on your shoulders and tries to push you away. "I swear, don't even look at him, he's fucking insane."
He speaks over her, but you can't process his words over how close Velvette's lips are to your ear. Her warm breath sends goosebumps down your arms, and your spine straightens. This only makes her hum in amusement.
After turning and growling at him, she effortlessly maneuvers you away. Eyes watch you even closer now as she touches you. You let her guide you throughout the room with not a clue as to where she's leading you, if anywhere. But eventually, you two end up in front of a mirror the size of a wall.
She stares at you through the mirror. "Look at you," she signs, "extravagant as ever, darling."
"Thanks to you."
"Obviously." And she bumps her hip into yours. You laugh, mimicking the motion back.
You had ditched your initial motive of getting close to the V's to gain more information about them. They were fine people to hang out with, making you laugh and feel involved. Velvette gave you special attention that nobody in your afterlife has ever given. Her lipstick left stains on your cheek whenever she kissed you, and she made an 'appointment' in her schedule once a week to paint your nails the same black color as hers.
The afternoon went by quickly; you spent time clapping and watching models show off their garb. Velvette is a true talent.
But something ruined your evening. The air hummed with laughter and the rhythmic beat of music. Velvette had been whisked away by the other V's to overlook the crowd and count the people who had attended. Among the colorful crowd stood a familiar figure whose eyes sparkled with mischief. Different from last time, you don't notice when he starts to approach again.
"You," he coos, placing his hand under your chin. You must stare at his lips to comprehend his words over the music, an awful innuendo you wish you could have avoided. He leaned in closer to you, and in return, you leaned back. Valentino had told you a bunch of times to not worry if someone puts their hands on you, that it's a typical formality in Hell. You would always roll your eyes at him, never expecting a stranger to grab you like this.
You were mentally preparing yourself to dodge a kiss. But then, daringly, he leaned in and gently plucked the hearing aid from behind your ear, holding it aloft like a trophy. Fear flickered across your face, your hand instinctively reaching for it, but he pulled it away. The charm Velvette gave you dangles like a jewel.
"Don't," you say with desperation. He puts a finger in front of your face and waves it back and forth. He coos, using that hand to grab your face as if you were the most adorable thing he's ever seen.
Your eyes are locked on the charm, and it's brash jolts. You almost beg for him to just give you the charm back.
In the middle of a conversation with Vox, Velvette raises an eyebrow; shocked and pissed, she glared at whoever had torn off your hearing aid. She mumbles, "I'd tear their hearing aid off and break it."
Before she can move closer to you, Vox puts his hand in front of her while watching the interaction. "Think before acting, Velvette."
Her frustration turns into anger as she pushes his hand away. He lets her run off; he holds a hard stare as her pink hair bobs through the crowd.
Your eyes are stuck wide with shock, and a million things run through your head, all relating to the appropriate situational response.
True to your casual self, you were having a hard time not just jamming your hand in his eyes and kicking his shins. Would you make Velvette mad? Vox?--Would that result in you being removed from the V Tower? It's all so complicated. Though you were panicking over a 'quick' decision, you and the man stayed in that position for a few seconds. He stayed laughing, dropping the hearing aid and stomping on it.
At almost the same time, Velvette threw a glass from someone's hand at the man, perfectly aimed, hitting him in the face. She lets out a small "nice!" before rushing to you.
Her hand runs down your face, and she holds you tenderly, not turning to face Vox as he puts himself between her and the man. Your eyes bounce around the entire room. Will you ever get a break from being at the center of attention?
"We're leaving. Now." she signs in a single motion so quick that it makes you smile, relieving some of the stress that's been making your head pound. She's able to sign so naturally now.
The crowd splits into two.
Behind the both of you, Vox is declaring an end to the event, apologizing to the people for the inconvenience. Velvette keeps muttering about him under her breath; you can see her lips moving and her face grimacing.
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She has beads in front of her, a bunch of small charms with string. She signs, looking up at you. "I should have killed him."
You just watch her craft another charm, laying on her bed and kicking your feet. "That would have been funny."
She scoffs and smiles, her painted lips turning upwards. Her fingers trace over the beads, deciding which one to pick up. She wants to make it different than the last one, but what should it look like? She picks up a pink heart with a slight hum before sliding it down onto the string. She whispers to herself, perfect.
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Valentino
♥ word count: 1.7k
♥ note: reader is a vodka drinker, i'm obsessed with writing a loving valentino, reader doesn't talk very much and prefers sign, sexually suggestive things happening but it's not nsfw, kinda written like ass, drugs mentioned but no named just symptoms, takes place on porn set, valentino kills someone, blood description
Every time you step into the studio, you're hit by the smell of sex, mostly the sweetened stench of that strawberry lube he loves so much. Visiting his work is not usually something you do often, but he's seem to be so busy lately that you can't help but bring him a drink, the most beautiful drink in hell: vanilla vodka. You can already see him licking him lips.
Strawberry lube, so prominent in your nose.
His legs are crossed and he stares at the scene in front of him, his sunglasses hiding whatever his emotions are, but his lips are still in a prominent scowl.
Though, when he sees you, his expression changes drastically. He stands with so much excitement that the actors stop to see what he's reacting to. All eyes are on you, you shy away from the attention a bit but Val doesn't seem to notice, else care.
"Amor mío!" One of his hands signs, running down his cheek while his bottom two motions for a hug.
Before you can initiate a hug, he wraps his arms around you and brings you into his chest, trapping your arms in. He's warm, vibrantly so, it's hard not to melt against him. You couldn't be surprised if you let out a small moan at the contact. Oh, how I've missed you so much.
He pulls away quicker than you'd like and takes the bottle from your hand, holding it up close to his face so he can examine it. "Burnett's, oh you shouldn't have!"
He hesitates, torn between his responsibilities and the irresistible allure of having a drink with the person he was enamored with. He's not so easy to whisk away from work, therefore (of course), you seem to be the only person who he is at every beck and call.
You smile softly, "I knew you'd like it."
With a laugh, he takes your hand and spins you, his free hands popping open the bottle, ready to embark on whatever journey you had in store.
He turns and addresses his employees, granting them a small break before turning to you with his sharp smile.
And together, you slip away from the set, leaving behind the hustle and bustle of the studio for a simple moment of peace and luxury. Walls blazed with hues of pink and blue, you both find yourselves nestled on the fluffy couch in a lounge, a wineglass in your hand while he chugs from the bottle.
"You've been so busy." You sign. You switch the wineglass into your non dominant hand to avoid spilling any of the contents. Val holds the bottle with his bottom set of hands while signing with his top ones (he was originally going to do it the other way around).
“I know, princesa,” one of his hands comes up and squeezes your cheek. “Business calls, I cannot help myself.”
“Which is why I came to visit.”
The two of you clink glass upon glass before taking a drink. He’s trying not to finish the drink before you, he’s making sure to take his time. He doesn’t want you to leave as much as he doesn’t want to rush the break. His eyes go over your entire form and take you in, there feels like an eternity since he saw you last. Why do you have so much patience for someone like him? It’s astonishing. Surely someone as beautiful as you could find someone sweeter than her. But he’s grateful to have you, he’s mildly addicted to that internal battle of whether he wants to cherish you or own you (perhaps he can do both? Something he’s never done before).
“What?” You ask.
“Hm?” His fingers pinch together in the casual way of signing.
“You’re staring at me.”
“I can’t resist.”
“What were you thinking about?” You sign and lean forward, giving him bright eyes. Your gaze swallows him, moth to a flame.
He matches your body language, “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, amor mío.”
When he tries to grab your hand, you pull away. “You're acting as if you're wine drunk.” You sign. You have a sappy smile as you put your glass to your lips.
“Never,” he wiggles his fingers as he signs. You eye him carefully, debating asking if he's kept his favorite gun on him. There's nothing worse than a drunk Valentino.
After the wine break, he has to go back to work. He feels himself getting irritated as he walks back, why can't he just continue spending the day with you? Is it worth sending everybody home? No, he has a job to do, and he needs to complete it before relaxation. But maybe he'll consider taking breaks (his least favorite word) to spend time with you.
You follow, both of your hands holding his, clinging onto him like a child.
Everybody was still in the studio, waiting for his return, not daring to leave in fear of him coming back. Actors were talking to each other casually, away from the camera, it built a strange sense of community for you. They're so nice to each other off-camera.
He drags you to his chair still holding your hand as he sits in it.
Drinking with you had been a much-needed respite from these people. He made a mental note to gift you more wine.
You remove your hands from his and smile. “Get back to work, baby.”
Pearly white, sharp teeth show through his large smile. He presses his lips against each of your knuckles while his eyes skin over all of his actors, counting them. He makes eye contact with one particular one, a woman. They stare at each other for more than a second. She's scowling at him and he squints his eyes at her. The fuck is your problem?
She usually looks at him with sultry looks, but now there's a sharpness to them.
But his eyes peel away from her and go back to you, he leans forward and presses a slow kiss to your forehead. He signs low, almost as if he's whispering a secret. "I'll come see you after."
You smile and start turning away. "Good."
Upon noticing your departure, the actors and crew start returning to their places, keeping an eye on Valentino and any commands he might make. Their eyes are always on him, worried to test his anger. But not all the actors were worried about testing his anger.
"Hey," an actress grabs your hand before you could reach the door and you turn to her. She talks, her voice making your hearing aids buzz, "Are you guys like, dating? Are you dating the Valentino? Like, literally one of the V's."
Her words all bunch into one. You blink, taking time to think about both what she could be asking and the connotation behind it. "Yes?" It sounds more like a question than an answer. Is that the correct response?
She hums and nods, her eyes wide in amazement. Her pupils are large. Her cheeks are hollow and she has strong eyebags. With a distant sound from Val, him talking to the crew, she looks back at him before turning to you. "I mean like, why? Why would he want you?"
Oh no. You try to move away but she just follows you, stepping in front of you closer. It's like being cornered, being trapped in an almost unavoidable situation.
"Why wouldn't he?" You test with a squint of your eyes.
She just smiles at you. "Uhm," and her arm reaches over, grabbing the hearing aid from your ear, pinching it between her claws, "Obviously this."
You reach for it but she pulls it away from you, trying not to laugh.
So you do what you know is the best solution, you call his name, practically screaming it. "Val!"
At the sound of you using your voice he whips his head around. The air goes still, you can tell from the way she pauses. Her pause is only for a second, she reeks of hesitance and sudden worry. She looks at the hearing aid in her hand as if she's finally realizing what she had done and what was about to happen.
Before she can say another word, her entire body stiffs, her eyes widen before her pupils roll back. And then she's on the floor, almost falling onto you.
You wipe blood from your cheek and groan.
Val stares at you, his expression unreadable. In his hand is his jeweled gun. He pauses for a moment to take a long drag of his cigarette, letting out a cloud of red smoke before he looks at his gun with a toothy smile until he tucks it back into his belt.
He starts to approach you and for a second you're scared, it was a primal feeling. He walked like a king.
All you can do is watch him, frozen in place.
The first thing he does when he reaches you is bend in front of her body, plucking the hearing aid from her hand. It's bloody, the liquid drips from it as he lifts it up. He wipes some of it off on his shirt before handing it to you. He drops it into your open hands.
He speaks, knowing you'd have a hard time understanding. "Laying her slutty hands on my angel..."
You lean into his touch when he caresses your face. His eyes gaze at you, softening, his smile widening at how soft your eyes look. You're his greatest treasure. He gets off immensely from protecting you, he would ravish you to death in this moment if he could. Valentinos eyes drift down at the body and his pupils narrows as he glares at the dead woman. He's going to have to clean this up. Her blood is getting every where.
One of his thumbs rub against your cheek, touching the bloody smear. It stains your skin in a delectable way. So perfect.
He melts when he sees your soft eyes slowly start to match the mischievous smile growing on your face. He protected you and he was open about being dithered over her behavior, he didn't laugh at it or tease you about it. You don't doubt for an instant that he's the man of your dreams. He killed someone for you in an instant.
When you take his thumb into your mouth, sucking the blood, his spine straightens. He pulls away immediately and turns around, yelling at the his workers that filming will be cut short today.
He just can't wait any longer to spend some lovely time with you.
But can i request headcannons of kokichi, lyney (and anyone you want) x deaf reader?
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multiple characters headcannons!
you don't need to hear his voice to know how much he loves you.
characters: gi: lyney, dgr: kokichi x gn!reader
author's note: i thought i'd do this yesterday but i forgot🤷♂️ BUT I'M HERE NOW first of all it's a VERY rare idea and i really like it so i hope you enjoyyyy ALSOO btw reqs are now open again^^ anyways js wanted to say that i hope i depicted correctly what being deaf is like???? idk i hope so at least
♡ Lyney
-has learned sign language in the blink of an eye i swear
-he may have forced himself a bit to learn it too soon but that's lyney for you
-also definitely made lynette and freminet learn it too(i hc arlecchino to already know it because like what if she knows/knew some deaf kid??)
-if you use a cochlear(or a hearing aid i think that's also used?), you can trust him to not get too loud or make loud repetitive sounds(pretty sure that's a thing idk help)
-but basically he will talk to anyone who doesn't know sign, like you tell him in sign and then he tells the person verbally
-a very good bf overall since he's caring and understanding
-random hc but he has started showing the "i love you" sign when he sees you in the audience of one of his magic shows ever since he met you
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๑ Kokichi
-it would either take him too long to learn sign language, but at the same time, he may learn it very soon like lyney
-either way, once he learns it, you aren't the only person he'll use it for
-he will literally use it to flip people off in general
-in public and somebody looks weird to him? take his "monkey" in sign
-but for you he genuinely uses it, no ill intent whatsoever
-loves the fact that you can gossip about others while they can't hear it
-will take care off you if you use a cochlear(or hearing aid idk) to not make those repetitive sounds, once again
-and yeah that's pretty much it, other than him secretly practicing sign using yt videos(bro is complaining so loud "WHY IS THIS SO HARDD" but thankfully you don't hear him)
-and if you walk in on him, he's turning off the device and signing "what's upp? how are youuuu?"
Could you maybe write something about miguel and a deaf girlfriend or wife?
Ofc bby, personally its one of my favorite things to read because the fics are truly something else! I hope i did your request justice. :3 to be honest i don’t quite love how it turned out but i hope that’s just the little perfectionist in me. I really do hope you like it!
Btw i didn’t proof read any of this- feel free to tell me if they’re any typos! Masterlist
Miguel with a deaf reader
It all started when Miguel bumped into you at the library, you were struggling to reach a book from the top shelf and Miguel being the kind man he was, walked over, reached over your head and brought it down for you. All this had given you a terrible scare, you hadn’t seen him coming and well, you couldn’t hear him. So Miguel got quite concerned when he saw your panic stricken face “Are you all right?” He asked, his eyebrows clenching together. Fortunately you learned how to read lips, so you could quite easily decipher what he said and maybe you stared a little too long at his plush, full lips, you snapped out of it and nodded a little, cheeks all heated up and red.
To be honest Miguel thought you were pretty cute from the start, that’s why he actually came over, he thought that getting a book down for you would be a good conversation started and he didn’t mean to scare you. You hadn’t said anything to him yet, so he tried again “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to spook you.” With a soft smile on his lips, still holding onto your book. You didn’t react at first and you didn’t seem to be making eye contact, instead your gaze was set a bit lower, maybe that should have been his first clue that something was out of the normal here, but no. After a moment you stufend a little and started rummaging through your bag, looking for something, it didn’t take you long and Miguel was surprised to see that you pulled out a pen and a little notebook. You didn’t waste a second and started scribbling something and then turning the pages for them to face him.
«Hi, I’m deaf so i can’t really talk to you, I’m sorry » Miguel eyes quickly scanned the words and as soon as he was done, his big brown eyes snapped up to you, seeing the sorry look on your face. It was like you were sad that you couldn’t talk to him. You were sure that he’d just walk away after this, maybe if you could talk properly you could’ve had a chance with him. But against all odds, Miguel continued “Don’t apologize, that’s oka-“ he didn’t finish his sentence, caught in thought with his eyebrows scrunched. Could you understand what he was saying? And as if you’d read his mind, you started scribbling again. Miguel patiently waited until you turned it over again.
«I learned how to lip read pretty well, just don’t talk too quickly and everything’s okay» you smiled, happy that he was willing to continue. In all honesty you were so exited that this stranger wanted to talk! And he was so handsome too! You bit your lip a little and waited for him to finish reading. Miguels eyebrows raised a little, surprised that it would be this easy to communicate with you, maybe he still had a chance to score your number.
“Oh is that so? That’s pretty cool, do you also speak sign?” He questioned, making sure to not mumble, so that you’d understand easily. It looked like your eyes lit up, with little sparkles shining in them as you wrote on your little notebook. Miguel thought that you were really adorable and he couldn’t help but smile as you started writing excitedly. You handed the note book to him and his eyes shifted to the wording, gladly reading it.
«Yes, I speak sign! You you know any signs? It’s okay if you don’t. :) »
Miguel brought his hand up to his chin, thinking about his time at university, didn’t he take a sign course once? He was deep in thought until his eyes fell on you, you were standing there patiently waiting for him, big sparkly eyes and a big smile on your lips, you looked like a baby deer, just like a fawn. It was too adorable for him and he had to look away a little so that you wouldn’t notice the little bit of blush staining his cheeks. Your head flopped to the side and you didn’t understand, Miguel noticed and played it off as him fixing his already perfectly styled hair, by running his fingers through it. He forced himself to face you again and said
“Um, I took a course at Uni, but i don’t remember much.” He scanned his brain for any signs he still knew and a few popped up “umm, i think this was ‘thank you’?” He signed it, slowly, but correct “And this one’s ‘Hello’ “he signed again, this one was mostly correct as well! You’re ere so exited! You started applauding him just a tiny bit, your palms touching and just your fingers clapping, a gigantic smile on your face that reached past your eyes. Miguel almost couldn’t believe his eyes, how were you so fucking cute? His heart was pounding in his chest, unable to calm down and he was sure his pupils were heart shaped already. He just had to keep talking to you. So he did.
“Um, so what’s your name? My- My name’s Miguel. Miguel O’hara.” You nodded to show that you understood and started writing your name on the paper. You showed it to him and he paused for a second, he looked down to you again and realized that your name really suited you. You cracked a toothy smile that you covered a bit with your hand and just then Miguel realized that he’d said that aloud. His face flopped down embarrassed and he chuckled a bit but started looking at you again soon after “I said that aloud, didn’t I?” he smiled jokingly, you nodded vigorously and giggled a little. It was quiet but Miguel had heard and he could stop his smile from growing. He thought that it was no or never so he put on his brave face, shuffled around a little but made sure to keep his mouth where you could see it and asked confidently:
“I think you’re pretty cute. Could I maybe take you out sometime? Maybe dinner or something?” Oh, he hoped that you would say yes and that he could take you out, he already started thinking about places to go, his mind starting to spiral a little, thinking of you. Your face seemed confused, had you understood that wrong? Did he really want to take you out on a date? This hunk of a man, that could easily pick you up with a single hand? As if. It all feels like a cruel joke, maybe you do need to practice lip reading more. You didn’t quite know what else he could have said, so with a shaky hand you started writing down what you thought he said, preparing yourself for rejection or a misunderstanding.
It’s not like you haven’t been on dates before, actually you’ve been on quite a few, but it never lasted, all the guys thought it would be too hard to communicate and gave up before even trying. It broke your heart every time and you started hating your disability more and more every time it happened. So you decided to get off the dating apps and give meeting someone a rest. Once you finished moving your pen, you hesitantly flipped the notebook to show Miguel.
«You want to take me out? Like on a date?» Vulnerability was spread over your eyes as you feared his answer, expecting him to correct you or something similar, but to your surprise he just nodded, albeit a little concerned about the worried look on your face. He opened his mouth to say something “Do you not want to go out with me? That’s totally fine too, you probably have a boyfriend…” his mood sunk and he felt kinda silly for assuming.
But he couldn’t be more wrong, your mood had seemingly done a 180 and was completely flipped, you wanted to tell Miguel that you’d love to go out with him and that you didn’t have a boyfriend, but he wasn’t looking at you. So you did something a bit out of your comfort zone, you took hold of one of his hands to get his attention, before he even fully started looking towards you again, you began nodding like crazy, hoping to get the message across and bring it across you did, with a smile on his face he confirmed your answer and you just continued nodding with a huge grin.
The two of you exchanged phone numbers and that’s the story of how you met your now husband.
He was still ever so charming as the two of you sat on the couch in your living room, just enjoying each other’s company. You were leaning against his chest, curled up like a cat, just daydreaming about your lovely, handsome husband, until said person tapped your shoulder to shift your attention to him.
« What are you dreaming about, mi sol?» he signed, his finger moving quickly with precision, it had taken him a couple years to fully grasp the language but now he spoke it just as well as you! It was actually pretty cute how he started learning, each time the two of you met up for a date, he always showed off the new signs he learned in simple conversations and every time, you applauded him and gave him a little kiss as a reward. To him that was like the deal of a century, a kiss from his beautiful girlfriend for just a few new signs?m oh yea. He’d take that any day. It even gave him more motivation to study!
You just smiled and snuggled closer, before moving your fingers to say: « Oh nothing, just how we met and how cute you were » you snickered a little, knowing that being called cute would rile him up a bit. And right you were.
« Hey, hey, it wasn’t me that was cute, you were and you still are!» suddenly he grabbed you and almost crushed you in a bear hug, you loved his hugs, they were so warm and cosy, no need for any type of communication, his body telling you everything that you needed to know. This was truly a moment of bliss, Miguel wrapped his fingers around your own and brought them up to his plush lips, kissing your slender ring finger, so happy that the two of you were married. He’d stay with his Mrs. O’hara forever and ever!
Bonus headcanons
- he’s so protective of you, especially if you’re out in the city, he can only imagine how much more dangerous it could be walking around without being able to hear. What if you were crossing the street and didn’t notice a speeding car because you couldn’t hear the honking, what if you got splashed with water from the puddles when another car drives past, or that those stupid cyclists will nock you over, safe to say he worries a lot, so he absolutely always walks on the side wich faces the road, he never lets you get too close to the adage and he’ll always, always hold your hand.
- if someone ever gives you trouble or starts yelling at you because you don’t understand, (mostly Karens) hell put on his scary face and ask if they have a problem with his wife, while staring them down, not once has this ever backfired and he’s proud that he can scare anyone off that’s making you uncomfortable.
- If the two of you are out and about in the city he’ll always interpret anything that happening, oh there’s a crowd over there? They’re watching a performer. Oh, you wanna watch them too? Hell sign whatever they’re doing at the speed of light. Oh, someone’s yelling and there’s drama? If you’re interested he’ll tell you what they’re yelling about. Oh, there’s a cute puppy you wanna pet? Of course he’ll ask for you. And you’re ever so thankful, each and every night, you shower him in kisses and hugs as a thank you. And Miguel? He’s loving every second.
- sure there were a bunch of bumps and hitches in your relationship, lots of miscommunications and sure, it was difficult but he never gave up, he believed that you were the one for him and he’d do anything for you and of course you’d do anything for him as well, the two of you were basically made for each other and he didn’t mind your disability one bit, in fact, it just made you even more special.
Italic texts mean “sign language” dialogs and “texting”
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Unfaithful III
“Are you really sure about that? Do you want her to be our manager just because you love her?" ' Kenma asked, not taking his eyes off the screen he was playing on.
“So what? Ultimately she will help us. Almost every school volleyball team has a manager. Would it be bad if it was us too?"
“So what does y/n say to this?”
“She said she would think about it. If she responds in the affirmative, I will discuss this with Nekomata coach. In fact, I'd better talk in advance. At least until y/n announces her decision”
Kenma answered Kuro with a sigh. He didn't want to upset Kuro by saying a negative word, but some truths needed to be spoken.
"I'm sorry Kuro…can a really deaf girl be able to manage us?"
He tried to take a step back, feeling that Kuro was going to be pissed off.
“Don't get me wrong…Y/N is such a cute girl. I would like him to be our manager in the first place. But the girl's situation is clear, this job will be a burden to her. To you too…"
Kuro stood up and clenched his fists to suppress his anger.
“Y/n is not a burden, Kenma. If she accepts, she will be our manager, whether you want it or not. I am going. I have work to do”
Although Kenma wanted Kuro to stay a little longer, Kuro was determined to go.
“I wish you could sit a little longer”
"Another time"
Kenma pursed his lips and then let him go
“Well…see you”
Kuro left Kenma's house without saying a word. He began to walk the streets in the dusk. You had it in your mind. He wanted to see you. He checked the time on his phone. It wasn't too late. Maybe he could see you for five minutes
Just texted you
Are you available?
You were sitting in your room at the time, practicing playing the guitar. You were humming as well. Since the phone was in front of you, you could see the message falling on your screen.
Yes. Did something happen?
Got a reply from Kuro right away
Can I see you? Only five minutes.
Sure. Of course
Ok. I'll be in front of your house soon. Don't take your eyes off the phone. You come down when I call you
I am waiting
You put the phone in front of you because you couldn't hear. You put your guitar aside and waited without taking your eyes off the phone.
The call you've been waiting for has finally arrived. You picked up the phone and spoke aloud to Kuro a second time
You said "I'll be come down" and hung up
You went to the window. You saw Kuro downstairs. You went straight down and within seconds you were in front of the house. You ran towards Kuro.
Your hands are clasped together.
"What happened?" you asked out loud
Kuro let go of your hands and began to express himself
What do you think about being our manager? Will you be?
I haven't thought about it yet. But to tell the truth, I think I'll impose to you and your team.
You flinched when Kuro grabbed your shoulders for a moment. To tell the truth, you were a little scared
He then dropped his shoulders and turned to sign language again.
You are not a burden. I told you. I am your ear. I will hear everything you can't hear. Trust me y/n-chan. I’m your boyfriend. I will not let anyone hurt you. What are you saying? You'll be our manager, won't you?
Even though you weren't very keen on this job, you thought it wouldn't hurt to try.
Alright. I'd be happy to see you more if I could see you more and if watching the training wouldn't distract you, and if I could also help the team.
The corners of Kuro's lips curved upwards.
You make me so happy right now y/n-chan. Tomorrow I'll introduce you to our coach. I'm sure he will love you very much
I hope. So…why did you want to see me?
I’m your boyfriend. Of course I would like to see you. I miss you a lot. See you soon, even if it's tomorrow
I look forward to seeing you every day, my handsome captain
Don't spoil me by saying that, I'll get on top of you later
You both laughed at Kuro's joke. Then he took you in his arms. He pressed his head to his chest. He dug his nose into the top of his head and inhaled the scent of her hair.
Before saying goodbye to you for the last time, he kissed your nose, which was red from the cool air.
Come on, get into home. You gonna catch cold.
You told him I love you in sign language. He responded in the same way. You kissed each other before you walked in
The next day, Kuro called you to practice. In the last lesson, you talked to your music teacher and arranged the day for your concert with Kuro. You wanted to convey this to your boyfriend right away.
As soon as the two of you met, you got straight to the point.
Do you know Kuro? I talked to the music teacher. He set the day for our concert. About 1 month later. We have to rehearse a lot. We should add other songs to our repertoire. I trust you with the song selection.
Y/N, that's great news! Let's start right from tomorrow. I am sure we will do a good job. We're going to get a lot of applause. Also, I told coach Nekomata about you. He also knew sign language. You won't have any difficulty. Maybe it's hard to communicate with the team at first, but you'll get used to it.
Really? I am very pleased. I can't wait to meet your coach.
So come with me. Coach must have arrived. I'm sure he can't wait to meet you too
You nodded ok and entered the hall with Kuro. Kuro introduced you to Nekomata coach
“Hello coach! I've told you about him before. This y/n l/n will be our new manager starting today.”
The lovely old man bowed and greeted you warmly.
Welcome y/n-san. I hope you can be a good manager. I guarantee that I can help you
I'd be honored to manage the team, coach. Thank you for accepting me even though I am deaf.
This is not an obstacle. I never see this as an obstacle. You shouldn't see either
Thanks coach.
I will teach you what to do.
After this dialogue between you and sign language, Nekoma volleyball team started training. Before practice, coach Nekomata warned the team to be careful with you
You took into account everything your Nekomata coach showed you, and you took your managerial job very seriously from day one.
But there was an unexpected controversy in practice.
“Is this deaf girl our manager now? Fortunately, the coach knew sign language. But still, don't say you didn't say it will cause us a lot of trouble,” Yamamoto said tactlessly.
Yaku poked Yamamoto's arm
“Yamamoto! Zip it! The girl is helping us, what more do you want? Tell me what is the difference between a deaf manager and a normal manager, except that he can't hear. We're going to give him some special treatment just because he didn't hear it."
“Special treatment for a deaf manager? You really messed up! Are we going to get special treatment because she's a princess of the deaf?"
The fact that Yamamoto didn't back down had now worn Kuro's patience. He went and grabbed Yamamoto's collar and started yelling at him.
“What do you have to do with this girl! Enough Yamamoto! You are exceeding your limits!”
“We had to give your deaf princess special treatment! Yaku-san says so! Take this girl away from here, she will always be a hindrance to us”
Yamamoto was really out of line, and Kuro couldn't contain himself this time either. Yamamoto was punched in the face. The size of the fight has reached the physical dimension. Everyone in the hall tried to come between them to separate Kuro and Yamamoto.
At that moment, you were busy writing down what you needed to write in the notebook in front of you. The movement in the hall caught your attention, and when you looked up, you saw that there was a terrible mess. Kuro was still trying to kick and slap Yamamoto. They were obviously shouting, but all you heard was silence
You could more or less guess the reason for the fight, but you still wanted to ask Kuro after practice.
You asked him while walking home with Kuro at the end of practice. Kuro had been punched in the face too and was icing on his face.
Was that fight because of me? Is that why you beat Yamamoto?
Kuro tried to lie so as not to upset you and passed you off
No. It is not about you. Team cliché, for common reasons
This answer didn't satisfy you and you knew full well that he’s lying
Don't lie, Kuro, I know the real reason. Yamamoto just couldn't get used to me. I guess she didn't like me. I knew it would be like this. I wish you never got me involved in the manager job.
How many times has y/n-chan talked about this before? Please don't repeat the same sentences anymore. Yamamoto is tactless. Today, he has already received the answer for exceeding the limit. I don't and I won't let anyone talk to you.
You smiled at him and took the ice he was holding on his cheek and let it go. You stood on tiptoe and kissed the reddened spot where he had just put ice
This time, Kuro's cheeks were completely red.
Is the pain gone now?
Kuro answered that question with a quick kiss on the lips. One hand caressed his cheek
It was your first kiss and he found you when you least expected it. You were shocked, but then you got used to the kiss. Closing your eyes, you surrendered yourself to Kuro's loving kiss.
Your hands tangled in his raven-black locks of hair and you started stroking his head.
Kuro's soft lips took you away from you. Your heartbeat was getting too fast, and the increased blood pressure was evident by the reddening of your face.
You were out of breath when you parted your lips. Kuro couldn't take her pace, kissed her on the forehead and nose
I love you so much y/n. I want to be with you always. Don't leave me too, will you? Promise me
I promise Kuro. I will never leave you
You hugged his chest tightly. Kuro's strong arms wrapped tightly around your body. Feeling his warmth and scent, she was truly at peace.
Come on, let me drop you home my princess
He took her hand and brought the back of her hand to his lips and kissed it.
He escorted you home, kissed you on the forehead as you said goodbye.
You waved to him before entering the house and entered the house
After dinner, telling your family what happened during the day—they were delighted when you told them you were the manager of the Nekoma volleyball team—and after you finished your homework, you picked up your guitar again and started rehearsing the songs you were going to play with Kuro.
It was then that he thought of composing a new composition. First you improvised, then you compose your notes and start playing the song again
You took the audio recording of the piece and sent it to Kuro via Whatsapp. Then you sent this message
A new song came to mind. Shall we sing this at our concert too?
He replied to you shortly.
Okay, baby, I wish you had thought of it sooner. There is 1 month until our concert and it is not possible for me to write lyrics compatible with the song in 1 month.
You read the message and replied
Actually, I wrote this song for you. So let our hearts write the words of this piece. While we are already expressing our love for each other, we will have already written a word for this piece.
Kuro was deeply moved by what he had said. Because now you had a song without words that only you could understand.
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It will be continiue in Part 4
I know it’s been a long time. I got round to keen on this fic.
can i request some imayoshi, hanamiya and hara hc with an s/o that is deaf and wears hearing aids? i wears and i can listen a little without them but, y´know, it´s not enough. i love yours post thx (sorry, english is not my first language, i actually speak portuguese)
Hanamiya Makoto
the two of you develop a very basic sign language of your own so you can talk shit about people without anyone ever being able to understand it (also to chat during lessons when you’re both bored as hell)
if you’re good at lip reading, he completely takes advantage of it - makes you the team manager so you can tell him what the other team’s planning during matches
big fan of telling people it’s not that you can’t hear them, it’s that you’ve got a bs filter that’s blocking out everything coming out of their mouth
Hara Kazuya
match made in heaven cause he can play his drums hella loud and it doesn’t really bother you if you’ve taken your hearing aids out, also he can just keep talking nonsense and you can not worry about having to listen cause it's nonsense
does he also have an insatiable urge to hide your hearing aids and come running up behind you to startle you? yes so you’re gonna have to be ‘adventurous’ (aka willing to put up with his shit)
he’s not great at sign languages if you speak one and try to teach him (and obviously you’re not going to see if he’s using his eyebrows to signal a question or summat) - but, goes without saying, he learns the signed curses you teach him to perfection
Imayoshi Shouichi
imayoshi’s probably the best of the bunch to date, if you’re not keen on speaking, cause he can understand what you’re thinking, just from your behaviour/facial expressions, better than any of the others ever could
that said, he learns to sign basic jsl in his spare time to surprise you and he’s good at remembering to enunciate if you need him to (and good at scolding his teammates if they’re mumbling and you’ve got not your hearing aids in)
the only flaw really is that, if the two of you are in an argument, he practically becomes a ventriloquist just to piss you off
(disclaimer: i'm not hard of hearing so let me know if i made any mistakes with this. also you literally never have to apologise for bad eng cause a) the likelihood of anyone knowing you've not a native speaker is 0, cause everyone makes typos and b) being bi/multi-lingual is always dope)
Hey, I saw one of your posts "Deaf S/O with characters knowing ASL" maybe could I get something similar but with teaching characters who you think might be willing or want to learn it for their S/O?
Deaf S/O teaching Gundham Tanaka and Kyoko Kirigiri ASL headcanons
I picked the top woman and the top man I think would kill to know ASl.
also I made them hcs bc I was stressing over the speech aspect of it so.
I want mcdonalds so bad rn - update I got mcdonald's let's fucking go.
currently listening: youtube subliminals
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Gundham Tanaka
❤ He is interested, horribly interested. He already knows the basic command terms in JSL to communicate with his more intelligent animals, but ASL, and for a human, seems like almost a fun little project.
❤ He uses his mouth a lot when he signs and it's just something he picked up from JSL. You love it when he signs to you, his intense eyes sometimes wonder, as he is not used to looking at a person for so long, though he never looks at you like he's too concentrated (he raises his eyebrows when he needs, and he smiles when he needs too).
❤ He is a more teach-me-casually type of person.
❤ To you specifically, he is more calm and he uses his inside voice, so when he signs it portrays that. Sometimes he shows a devilish smile that perfectly portrays his sense of wicked-ness (the one that he tries to give off), and you think it's amusing how sometimes his evil aura can be genuine.
❤ He knows animal signs the best, and not because he picks up on them but because he studies them extra hard. He wants to be able to communicate his heavy appreciation of animals.
❤ He has a lot of his own versions of signing "come over here".
❤ There's something a bit flamboyant about the way he decides to sign his own name - it's as if he practices how to introduce himself.
❤ His radiant smile gives a glow to every word he decides to say, he is so handsome that sometimes it steals your breath away.
❤ He signs some things wrong and he doesn't even notice, he does it so often that sometimes you secondguess yourself - am I doing it wrong?
❤ He went from originally having nothing to say, but the more you sit down with him and teach him, he talks a lot.
❤ It's easy to teach him nouns but once it comes to verbs and especially adjectives he's like woah there.
❤ He doesn't pick up ASL fast, because who would, but he gets the sentence structure and the grammar perfectly, and you're very amazed by that.
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Kyoko Kirigiri
❤ She is the most interested as well as one of the most willing. She thinks knowing some sign languages might make her investigations a lot smoother, especially considering it gives her easy accessibility to talking to more hypothetical suspects. The SHSL Detective does a lot of planning for future situations.
❤ She likes it when you sit down in front of her like a teacher and teach her some words. She'd rather learn like that than you tell her random words throughout the day.
❤ She is a note-taker and a flashcard learner.
❤ Her biggest struggle is her straight face. She has to maneuver her eyebrows and lip shape now? MAn.
❤ Tries to figure out how to use big words but she quality realizes really one of the main differences between excellent and good is facial expressions.
❤ She still uses "interesting" a lot.
❤ ^ She even got the raising of eyebrows.
❤ Her levels of communication are a lot more advanced than other people, and even for her consistent solitude she still finds a way to be mildly appealing to talk to when it comes to conversations she wants to be in. And she wants to be in almost every conversation in ASL since it requires the commitment of actually recognizing she knows it.
❤ Plus, it's good practice. Day-to-day conversations slowly become sign-based.
❤ There is also the tinge of secrecy that she likes about ASL. Especially in Japan, not many people know sign language, nevertheless one from another country, so she finds a good sense of pride in knowing it and being able to communicate to you in public.
❤ Hey, if you're ever a part of an investigation (actively) she will have confidence in your presence.
