i wanted to include the sign language used in 'loud as a whisper'

Staying Quiet- Part One

Tony Stark x Daughter! Reader

Tony Stark x Steve Rogers

Summary- The reader was made from Tony’s DNA (and an unknown inhuman). Fury brings her to Tony after the civil war.  The reader is 5 and doesn’t speak due to the trauma she has faced in her life. But Tony finds out she can control machines.

Message- There is going to be a part two that includes more Stony.

Word Count- 1103

“So she’s my..?” Tony whispers.

“Daughter. Yeah.” Fury says and Tony just stares at you with wide eyes. “I thought it best to bring her to you, but if you don’t want to deal with this…”

“No, I-I’ll take her. W-What’s her…?” Then he turns to you and kneels down in front of you. “What’s your name, sweetie.” You just blink up at him, unsure of his intentions.

“She doesn’t speak, her file says her name is Y/N.” Fury says. “We don’t know much about her, the group that created her deleted most of the files, before we could get there. Here’s what we could find.” Fury finishes as he hands Tony a file. The two men shook hands and Fury left, leaving you alone with your Dad.

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I want to talk a little about hearing aids today. I’m pretty sure most people know what those are, including how they work. There are analog and digital hearing aids. I’ve used both, and right now I’m using a digital one. Analog hearing aids basically just amplify the sounds they receive. There’s no tuning or anything, just raising the volume and hoping that you can HEAR THE THING.

Digital works a little differently. It does amplify the sound, but it also tries to filter out unnecessary sounds and things that can make it harder to focus on voices and hear what people are saying. There’s also the possibility of being able to toggle different settings so you can choose whether to have it set for a large auditorium where you need to hear the speaker or a loud party where you’re trying to focus on just the one person you’re having a conversation with.

Either way, hearing aids are expensive. And yet they’re also pretty necessary for HoH folks who don’t know sign language and/or are exclusively around people who hear and don’t do sign language. (Like me.)

But the thing with hearing aids is while they can be pretty fantastic, they are not a fix. They just help capture what your ears no longer can, but that doesn’t mean they capture what you want. And then there are a host of other things that can get in the way of that.

Mumbling, covering lips, whispering, yelling from a different area of the house… All things that while maybe you can kind of hear the voice, you can’t make out the words. And you’re expected to because that’s what hearing aids are for, right?

Once you have a hearing aid, that’s supposed to be the fix. That’s it, you can hear. But it doesn’t work like that. Raising the volume doesn’t necessarily mean you can understand; processing the auditory input you get is another adventure in itself.

I can’t count the number of times I’ve had someone in my family say “you got a new hearing aid - you should be able to hear me now!” Which, yes, maybe I have a new hearing aid, but it still doesn’t work like that? And maybe I can hear you, but understanding is something else. What’s more, there’s only so much I can do, and it’s probably more frustrating for me than it is for you.

What’s the point behind this post? Hearing aids aren’t the perfect fix, and it’s important to recognize that. Be patient and also recognize your speaking habits and how you communicate with other people.

Tomorrow I’ll cover cochlear implants, which are also amazing but not a fix either.

Source: Me and my trials with a hearing aid

School AU Prompts (based on my experiences)

* “A bird flew into the classroom and our teacher who is very afraid of birds is screaming and diving behind us to seek shelter” au

* “We’re playing field hockey and you hit the ball so high that it hits me in the face, but I’m fine and keep playing and two minutes later you’re screaming at the blood on my face and oh that’s unfortunate” au

* “We both have transparent rulers and we’ve never spoken before but you find this to be the perfect opportunity to start talking to me. Really? This of all things? Matching rulers?” au

* “You asked me if I was emo and Christ, that’s the third time I’ve been asked that today *deeply inhales* BOI” au

* “I have a love for learning French and am determined to be the top student but your first language is closely related to French, so the subject comes naturally to you bUT YOU SLACK OFF AND NOW WE HAVE AN UNSPOKEN RIVALRY” au

* “I’m not athletic and get nervous real easily so instead of participating in gym, I keep scores. While your team switched places in volley ball you whisper to me to sneak your team a couple points and I’m too awkward to realize it was a joke and you have to stop me” au

* “You’re the top student in chemistry, but you often get lazy on homework and I’m failing, but when the teacher says I was the only one to have a perfect score on a test, we all get a taste of your petty side” au

* “I blank out during a test, but you mistake it for me not knowing the answer so you whisper the answers to me. I thought I was hearing things, but I hover my pencil over the letter you suggested and you whispered ‘yes that one’ damn I’m gonna ace this” au

* “We have an assignment to write a bunch of poems in English class and I got too into it, so you gawk at my four page poems making me uber uncomfortable” au

* “I know jack shit about this subject, but I’m well versed in random 80’s pop culture, so when our nostalgic teacher tries to make references so we can understand the material, I’m the only one who gets them and you think it’s because I failed the subject so many times that I lived through the references” au

* “I have my head leaning on my fist and crack my knuckles against my chin, but you can’t figure out where the noise is coming from and I have to hide my laughter.” au

* “I started daydreaming and forgot to pull out my work, so the teacher asks me about it and I panic saying it’s already finished. You and your friends start getting loud, so the teacher points to me and says to follow my example and don’t you give me that look” au

* “You teach me phrases in sign language, so when you start talking during a lecture, I sign to you to stop talking because I didn’t want to be caught talking and somehow I’m still the one who got in trouble” au

* “You start off singing 'let it go’ really quietly and progressively get louder until you’re standing and doing the moves and- wait, now you’re sassily walking out the door and is the teACHER SERIOUSLY JUST GONNA LET YOU LEAVE?” au

* “Another fight broke out and a rumor started that it was over buttpads and you keep reminding people. It’s my third class of the day and I SWEAR TO GOD IF I HEAR THE WORD 'BUTTPAD’ ONE MORE TIME” au

* “You just waltz into the band room where me and all my friends hang out in the morning and offer to read a fanfiction you wrote about two of the teachers” au

* “I misspoke and accidentally said something that sounded like a pimp name so I shouted 'if anyone is in need of a pimp name, I just came up with one’ and without missing a beat, you said 'your offer intrigues me’” au

* “I stuttered over my words and accidentally said something really bad and you were the only person who I could convince to punch me and now you feel really bad, it’s okay, my bruises heal quickly, I had it coming, here’s three dollars” au

* “I have nothing to do until play practice which is hours later, so I hide in a storage closet and you’re the one to find me while searching for your tuba” au

* “You think you’re some fancy salesman, selling useless car parts and junk from the streets, but hey I guess the jokes on me, I bought an antique, broken street light glass off you for fifty cents and now I have to carry it around all day, using it as a paper weight” au

* “We share the same birthday and I sit directly behind you in class and one of your friends says 'happy birthday’ to you and now every. single. person is now wishing you a happy birthday, including the TEACHER and not a soul says it to me I MEAN SERIOUSLY THEY ANNOUNCED BOTH OUR BIRTHDAYS ON THE LOUD SPEAKER THIS MORNING” au

* “The teacher is speaking with someone and we hear them point out that we’re the only two people with curly hair in the class and you turn to me and say 'there can only be one’” au

* “We both have a cold and have to sniffle frequently, and we accidentally got the whole class sniffling as a joke and- hey buddy, you started it” au

* “I’m quiet in chorus but when we have a concert with my favorite song as a piece, I make myself HEARD and after the concert you compliment me and say I should sing louder more often and dammit, I shouldn’t fall in love with everyone who’s nice to me” au


* “You’re the lead in the school musical and I work backstage, but it’s my first time and I’m nervous so I call a friend, but you take my phone from me and start saying ridiculous (but hilarious) things to them like its nothing and… hm, I’m not so nervous anymore” au

* “You’re vocally homophobic, but only to impress your conservative friends because you’re scared they’ll leave you, but when we were in kindergarten, I had a crush on you and we kissed on the playground, and I recently came out as trans, so I just have this blackmail on you that you kissed a boy, just try me fucko” au

Hold Tight

By TheRiverScribe

Summary:  They’d become fluent in the unspoken language of lovers who couldn’t proclaim their devotion in public.  Everything they felt was said in silence, communicated through gestures and codes. Gabriel hated it with a passion.
Warnings:  Brief incident of homophobia
Word Count:  3950
Pairing/Characters:  Gabriel/Sam Winchester
                                    Castiel/Dean Winchester (mentioned)

Aesthetic created by the awe-inspiring @lacqueluster

June Entry for the Gabriel Monthly Challenge
Dialogue Prompt:  “All I know is one of us is right and the other one is you.”
This was also heavily inspired by ANZ Australia’s #HoldTight ad campaign.

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How To Hurt Me

Pairing: John x Reader, Gadreel x Reader

Words: 4358

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Car Accident, Language, Minor Fluff, Flashback is italicized

A/N: So originally, this was supposed to be a sweet ending with no angst and then in the course of writing it this happened. It’s angsty and a bit lifetime movie but I think it works better than I planned. I’m thinking one more part after this one. All errors are my own, gifs/photos found through google, and as always thank you so much for reading!

Summary: It’s been two years since her friends found out about her tryst with John Winchester. Coming back into town after all that time brings its own set of challenges and feelings that she desperately wanted to forget.


Part 3 of How to Treat Me

    Whispered words were spoken into my ear as a hand ran through my hair, “Come on sweetheart. Open those beautiful eyes of yours.” I shot up in bed looking around wildly hearing John’s voice so clear in my head but finding myself alone. I was always alone. I exhaled a deep breath and fell back against the bed trying to expel the horrible memories. It’d been nearly two years since that day and I hoped eventually I wouldn’t be haunted by it.

    Needless to say, I had a three-hour drive ahead of me and within the next twenty-four hours, I’d probably run right back into the Winchesters. My stepmother was holding some kind of big celebration for my father’s new promotion and insisted I had to attend. I’d crafted excuses to not return home since I left two years ago for school but I’d run out and frankly it’d be nice to see some old friends. I jumped forcing myself through a lukewarm shower and grabbed my overnight bag before heading out.

    I hoped blasting the music loudly would wipe out the residual memories brought forth by the dream, but it was hopeless:

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High school Teacher AU

The students had a strong perception when it came to teacher relationships. They had pegged Mr. Jackson and Ms. Chase’s latter romance before either even knew they liked one another. To then it just made sense.

The Marine Biology teacher was a complete goof ball and his room was coincidentally next to the AP Math teacher who was rather strict but gentle when need be. Of course when it was discovered that they two teachers at the high school had a thing going on the entire student body freaked out in excitement. The two teachers were adored all across the campus.

No one was safe from the students’ knowing eyes. There was the sweet art teacher Ms. Levesque and the very loveable P.E. teacher Mr. Zhang. The students had groaned for an entire two years while the two made complete fools out of themselves and animatedly denied their feelings for one another until Mr. Jackson had forced them to go on a date together. At least that was what he said.

However there were two teachers that were extremely intimidating to the students. Well, at least the freshmen, once you got to know them they were some of the favorites of the students. There was Ms. Grace of course the history teacher.

She looked like she could fit in with the other kids. With her wild hair and punk clothes it was a surprise she wasn’t fired for not following the dress code. When asked the reply was, “Oh the dress code? Yeah they just gave up on me.”

The class was never, ever boring, the students were constantly paying attention because if they looked away they would most likely miss something rather hysterical.

Then there was the language teacher. Who’s room rested across the hall from Ms. Grace’s. Most of the students had the language teacher as well which proved to be rather humorous at times.

“Okay today we are going to learn about Ancient Rome. What comes with that my friends is a lot of Latin that I cannot read to save my life. So, I have a friend who is going to help. It took some convincing because it’s her prep period but please be nice. I’m talking to you Jeremy no sarcasm.” The class laughed and joked around a bit before agreeing. “I will be back in like five seconds.”

Ms. Grace, or Thalia in this instance as that was her first name, three open the door with a dramatic flair earning snickers from her class. She never took anything seriously, including opening a door. Four steps later and she was peeking into the room across the hall.

“Hey, you’re not busy are you?” The Carmel skinned, Puerto Rican woman glanced up from her desk with a small expression of surprise.

“Oh no. Is this the thing you told me about needing help with yesterday?” She questioned.

“Yeah if you wouldn’t mind. If you’re busy I’m sure I can manage.” Thalia didn’t want to irritate the other teacher. She’d seen what her tamper could look like, particularly with her more difficult class.

“I’m free. I have nothing better to do.” She smiled and stood up from her chair following the history teacher across the hall.

“That was more than five seconds Ms. Grace.” A girl pointed out with a small smirk.

“My apologies.” Thalia pretense to be wounded by her lateness. “Forgive me I beg of you.”

“Okay…” The girl laughed.

“Thank you.” Thalia smiled catching the amused look from the language professor standing next to her desk. “Some of you, most of you may know Rey-Ms. Ramírez.”

“Yah she’s the bomb!” Jeremy spoke loudly.

“Hi Jeremy.” Reyna smiled lightly at the boy who waved spastically.

“Jeremy I told you not to scare her.” Thalia frowned playfully earning a loud apology. The kid did not know how to speak quietly. “Anyways you have the floor please enlighten us.”

“Will do Ms. Grace. Watch and learn.” The students laughed at Reyna’s remark. Thalia sat down on the edge of an empty desk at the back of class watching as the other woman took command of the class easily. The students payed her attention while she spoke.

Thalia had watched her teach before and it was interesting how their styles varied. While Reyna was more serious she threw in the occasional joke and kept he nodded casual and relaxing while encouraging the learning minds.

The bell rang signaling the end of class and the students gathered their things before bolting for the door. The classroom was empty in a matter of seconds. Thalia clapped slowly from the back of the room.

“Bravo. Wonderful lesson.” Reyna rolled her eyes at the Punk Teacher’s words.

“Thank you. I’m glad I could help no need for special thanks.” Thalia nodded getting up from her seat at the back of the room.

“Your help was appreciated.” The history teacher held out her hand and the language teacher took it. Thalia noted that the other teacher’s skin was smooth but she gave a firm shake. Admirable. Most people Thalia shook hands with gave a slackened grip, a sign of weakness according to studies.

“I must go I have another class.” With that Reyna dropped her hand from the hold.

“Right. If you need help any time soon let me know.”


As it would turn out the two teachers helped each other often. They practically shared classrooms by the end of the year and students would see them in the halls talking animatedly to one another.

It was odd whenever the two teachers were spotted without one another even in the smallest amounts of free time. Of corse the students took note and immediately began to whisper amongst one another as they had with former teachers wondering if they would ever get together. Over the summer however most of these speculations were forgotten.

That was until the next school year rolled around. When the Christmas season came about the new history class lost their minds when they walked into class to see their teacher decorated as a Christmas tree.

“What happened?” A boy asked wide eyed.

“This is what happens when your co workers need a Christmas tree.” Thalia responded. Class went on as usual until half way through the language teacher everyone had come to know waltzed into class with a Christmas tree topper in hand.

“The others forgot one very important thing.” Thalia frowned as the star was place on her head to the great humor of her students. “Don’t pout. Every Christmas tree needs a star.”

“How did you even get this?” Thalia asked with an appalled look.

“Bought it during lunch.” Reyna shrugged and with that she left. Once this little incident spread around there campus the speculation roared up once more.

The final straw for the students was when they walked into language to find Ms. Grace standing on a desk and trying to fix their teacher’s projector.

“If you fall in going to laugh.” Reyna smiled watching the frowning expression of her fellow teacher.

“I am not going to fall. I have impeccable balance.” Thalia grumbled ignoring the confused looks of the students as to why the history teacher was on a desk in the middle of the class room.

As it turned out the history teacher did not have impeccable balance. Her foot slipped just as she was finishing up her task. Needless to say Reyna did laugh as well as the entire class.

“Ooooooowwww.” Thalia groaned sitting up and looking at her arm which had a bleeding cut on it.

“Don’t whine like a baby. I warned you.” The laughter of the classroom died down and they all looked at their teacher expectantly, curious to see what she would do.

The language teacher beckoned Thalia over to her desk and held up a box of band aids. “I’d give you normal ones but I’m certain you’d like the princess ones best.”

This resulted in another spirt of laughter from the students at the grumpy look on the history teacher’s face.

“You know me so well. Princesses are my absolute favorite thing in the whole world. They are so cute.” Thalia grumbled opening the box.

“Well I’m glad you think so.” Reyna mused. “Now thank you for fixing my projector but I have a class to teach.”

“I’m the better teacher right?” Thalia turned to the class with an expectant look and the students all nodded. “Knew it.”

“Right.” Reyna laughed before Thalia made her way back to her class. The incident spread like wild fire and as he other teachers learned of the rumors they too began to secretly root for the two to get together.

It all came to a head when Reyna’s car broke down in the driveway after school. Without missing a beat Thalia slipped off her jacket, rolled up her sleeves, and set to work. The weather was rather cold which was a down side but the history teacher wasn’t going to quit until the language teacher had a working car again.

“Almost done.” Thalia grumbled her hands working at the greasy inside of the car.

“Than you very much. I swear I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Reyna sighed watching intently.

“Well princess your chariot is officially fixed yet it out.” Thalia took a step back and lowered the hood. Her hands were covered in grease and her cheeks were smudged with the same substance.

Reyna turned her car on and sure enough the engine roared to life. Getting back out she went to apologize for the inconvenience but instead pointed out that Thalia had grease smudges on her face. Without hesitating Reyna used the sleeve of her jacket to wipe at the smudges. “There good as new.”

Thalia’s cheeks were a slight pink but Reyna was certain it was due to the cold until the punk in a spurt of courage pressed her frozen lips to Reyna’s

Reyna paused for a moment before sighing and kissing back. Thalia made sure to keep her grease covered hands from ruining the rest of Reyna’s clothes as she wrapped her arms around Reyna’s waist. The kiss was a long time coming and the two were only interrupted when he sound of cheering greeted them.

Both teachers turned completely red in the face I see the entire girl’s soccer team clapping and yelling excitedly. Thalia, without missing a beat, gave a theatric bow. Reyna face palmed for the millionth time that day.

“Hey, you guys think she should go out with me?” Thalia yelled.

“YES!” Came the collective shout. Thalia turned back to Reyna with an expectant look. After collecting herself from her embarrassment Reyna nodded. The soccer team screamed louder and more excitedly than before. And that was how the two loner teachers on campus got together.

Something More | Chapter Two: Coffee

Warnings: Slight swearing, FLIRTING, a little fazing, friendly Hiddleston
Word Count: 1,241
A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! I completely scrapped what I had previously written and literally wrote it all in the car today. Despite it being rushed I hope you enjoy! Sorry the spacing is weird because I don’t usually edit from mobile. Please let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list! :)
Previous Parts: Chapter One
It’s been a few months since you met Tom and long mid-summer days shortened into cooler November ones. You were on a visit to London to see a few friends, Tom included. It was a slightly cooler day with a slight breeze but the sun was out and the busy city seemed calmer and happier than useful. Fall vibes; post-Halloween and early pre-Christmas excitement were ever present keeping a smile on nearly everyone’s faces. Plans to get coffee with Tom on this seemingly perfect day were made for 10am.

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Long Forgotten Sons | pt 3

Originally posted by berry852

Pairing: OT7
Genre: Zombie!AU, mature (includes violence, gore, death, explicit language, future major character death)
Word count: 4.3k

Taehyung heard the rumble before Jungkook did. The low sound of an old pickup truck engine edging closer and closer. He sat up, shaking Jungkook’s shoulder. The initial anxiety bubbling in his chest made way for relief. Excitement almost. Someone was coming. The younger grunted, pushing away Tae’s hands in an attempt to indicate that yes, he would appreciate some more sleep, thank you very much.

They’d barely gotten any since they found each other. Not because they didn’t want to or didn’t need it, but because their bodies seemed to react to the slightest of sounds, jerking them awake in the middle of the night more than once.

The truck came to a screeching halt.

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Joker x deaf!Reader Part 9

“This won’t work.” Y/N said as she paced back and forth in J’s bedroom.

“Why not?” J growled when she kept pacing. His hand darted out and snagged her waist, pulling her to his lap.

“Why not?” He said again once her eyes found his lips.

“It just won’t.” Was her cryptic message. “I was supposed to be your psychiatrist, not your one night stand-”

“You don’t have to be.” He pulled her into a kiss, not releasing her head until she kissed him back. When she pulled back, it was clear she didn’t change her mind.

“This won’t work.” She stated sadly before resting her forehead against his. “Especially with your lifestyle. I’ll just get in the way. And I didn’t know you do … all of that.” He wasn’t really listening. He was staring at her lips, his eyes slowly making their way down her chest. With a pout on her lips, she smacked his chin back up.

“You’re showing signs of Hypersexual disorder. Firstly your crude and/or crass fixation with my chest, secondly your owning of a strip club, which may suggest your past consists of a dysfunctional family or an uncaring, distant parent-” He rolled his eyes and covered her mouth.

“Stop with the Psychology 101. Make a list of the things you need from your house, Frost will get them.”

“But-” He grabbed her chin, making sure she was paying attention.

“Don’t go anywhere without Frost. He’s to be by your side at all times when you leave, and if you ever plan on leaving tell me first.” He noticed her forehead creasing as she took in his words. She felt like he was treating her like a kid, like she hasn’t been taking care of herself for the past century.

“I can do things on my own. Just because I’m deaf-”

“It’s not about that. I don’t want you being out there alone now that you’re with me. Sorry, sweets. You made this deal ever since Arkham.”

“I’m not going to work with you. I’m not going to hurt anyone. I took that job to help people-” He rolled his eyes and smacked her cheek before sliding his hand down to rest on her neck.

“Another word about ‘helping people’ or ‘doing the right thing’ and I’ll shoot you myself. Newsflash, doll. You’re not a good person.” She flinched. He noticed the tears well up in her eyes and she tried to pull away. He didn’t let her until she looked down and nodded. Y/n knew there was bad people out there, and she didn’t exactly like the human race, but she was always determined to help people. She knew nothing could stop her from being a good person, and he’s basically telling her she’s been lying to herself this whole time. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t get easier.


Y/N was not adjusting well to her new home. She decided she didn’t like Frost, he was rude to her and never bothered to make communicating with her easier. He mumbled, turned his head away, and even chewed gum during the rare times they did communicate. She refused to have anything to do with him once he made her cry, and he had a black eye the next time she saw him. J tried to coax her to leave the room but she preferred to stay to herself since his henchmen were always right outside.

J seemed to have bad days often, and that included him yelling at her and often being as rude as possible. She never responded to his yelling, because he often forgot she was deaf, so that made him more angry than he already was. He would grab her, turn her head towards him, which she thought was a complete invasion of personal space. She figured out he didn’t know what personal space was.

It was worse when he needed to get her attention. Hair pulling, throwing things at her, and shooting beside her were some of his favorites. It wasn’t always bad though, he could still have some sweet moments.

One time he took her on a heist, it was at night so she wouldn’t have to see them kill or torture anyone. J, paranoid that they’d have to make a quick escape, carried her around on his back for most of the time. Another reason was because her footsteps were too noisy and he had to duck tape her mouth because she was talking too loud. He decided to take her once every month.

For some reason J couldn’t grasp the concept of her being deaf. Sometimes he would just ramble for thirty minutes, telling her four or five stories only to turn around and find her watching television. He would then sigh and shoot the TV, scaring the crap out of her, and then tell her the stories again.

Y/N noticed her hair has been falling out more, and she realized it’s because he tugs on it all the time. Now whenever she can see him, she smacks his hand away before he can pull on it.

He’s attempted to learn sign language, and refused to leave his office until he did so. But that man has the attention span of a 3 year old so he kept getting distracted and played with his rings. He woke her up every five minutes, claiming he had it.

“I think I got it!….wait….shit, never mind.” And then come wake her up 15 minutes later.

“Ok, ok, now I have it.” He didn’t have it, and usually ended up signing something with a completely different meaning.

“J what was that?”

“Uh, I care about you?”

“You just called me an egghead.”

She sometimes walks into their bedroom to see him with reading glasses on and reading an actual book. She teased him for it, but then realized it was about deaf culture. He starts telling her random facts that she has never heard of or doesn’t care about. They have never affected her, but she always replies with, “That’s right, J!”

He squints a lot and she assumes he needs glasses. She always calls him ‘blind’ or ‘half blind’ just to tease. He decided to humor her and say, “You’re right, doll. With your sight, and my hearing, we could make a full person.”

J tries to be sexy and whisper things in her ear, but after pulling away he realizes she couldn’t hear him. This annoys him because he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to it. It makes him feel like he has to work harder in keeping her attention and making sure she’s only his, even though she adores him.

Y/N doesn’t expect the relationship to last long, but to her surprise he’s not ready to give up on her.

Hello there @mysensitiveside! I know it’s a little last minute but I hope you will forgive me. Let me welcome you to the new year with this gift. 
So you said “ I am not particularly picky, really. Some angst can be good, as long as there’s a happy ending. And AUs are always fun, but I also love fics set in the regular Warehouse universe.” and I told my subconscious “AU. Do it.” and it came up with this idea which I really hope you (and maybe the others as well) will enjoy. I borrowed some parts of my current favourite movie, Imagine Me and You and here’s the result:

ReImagine me and You

I must admit, that our pact sounded both silly and fun at first. We were in our twenties and we were lonely, as his girlfriend just broke up with him, and I… I was heartbroken, turned away by the man of my dreams. As it turned out later, he wasn’t much of a Prince Charming anyway. So Pete had this idea, that what if, ten years from that moment we are still friends and still alone, we marry. And I said why the heck not? We had known each other for a few years by that time and he was the only solid thing in my life so it actually made sense.

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MCSM Countdown Day 8

Lukas couldn’t sleep, no matter what he tried. He’d thought the night before had been bad, anxious about what sort of “game” Jesse and Ivor would have to go through, but that was nothing compared to what he was feeling right now. Now Jesse was going at it alone, relying only on the other competitors when no one knew if the speech would be enough to get through to them. And to top it all off, Jesse had taken Hadrian’s deal for her freedom in exchange for theirs, which now included the imprisoned Axel and Olivia.

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At the End of the Rainbow

Warning: Thor: Ragnarok spoilers!

Summary:  Figuring out where you belong is never easy, especially if you’re a goddess living incognito. Darcy receives a helping hand from Fate in the form of two unexpected companions.

The soft swishing sound of flapping wings outside Darcy’s office window was not an unfamiliar sound and neither was it unexpected. In fact, much to Darcy’s delight, it was an almost everyday occurrence. Local birds of all shapes and sizes seemed to have come to an agreement to make her window ledge a rest stop while they made their ways to who knew where.

Funnily enough, what was unexpected were the identities of her winged visitors. Darcy looked across the tiny room, from where she stood, slightly bent over peering at her bookshelf looking for a book she swore she’d just seen, to catch sight of Odin’s two oversized ravens arriving. Huginn and Muninn, swooped into her room to alight gracefully on her desk, though the clacking of their wicked looking claws on her desk made her wince.

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majassandberg-deactivated201611  asked:

Hi, I'm not sure if I can request but if I can I wondered if you could do a 4/4 where Y/N is mute

Yes! Requests are always open :) I decided to just do Luke instead of all 4 boys because I didn’t want it to be repetitive. But I included all of the boys in the story so I hope that works :)

And I will go ahead and apologize in advance if any of this is inaccurate. I’ve never dealt with mutism or known anyone who has, so it may not all be correct, but I did my best :)

*TRIGGER WARNING* This contains mild mentions of anxiety.

You live in almost complete silence. Ever since you were fifteen, you’ve hardly spoken a word. At first, your parents thought that something was physically wrong, so they kept sending you to doctors and specialists to have them examine you. Eventually, though, they figured out that the problem isn’t physical, it’s mental. 

At the age of sixteen, a psychologist diagnosed you with selective mutism. Basically that means that you only speak in places where you feel comfortable. He said that it’s a form of regaining control in situations where you feel like you don’t have any. In simplest terms, it’s a severe form of anxiety that you have been unfortunate enough to fall victim to. 

It hurts your parents that you don’t feel comfortable enough with them to speak freely, but after four years, they’ve almost gotten used to it. You communicate through hand signals and occasionally writing notes on your phone when your hand signals aren’t understood.

There’s only one person that you’ll speak to, and even then it’s rare. It’s your boyfriend, Luke. Luke has known you since you were both little kids, and he has been one of your best friends nearly your entire life. When you turned fifteen, he asked you out, and you said yes. Then suddenly, a few months later, you stopped talking.

Luke was confused at first. He kept trying to figure out what might have happened to make you go mute, but he never once judged you for it. He stayed by your side and made you feel safe, which is why you feel comfortable talking to him when you two are alone.

Today, Luke is taking you to dinner to meet some of his new friends. He said he’d met these three guys that he’s really been bonding with, and he wants to introduce them to you. You’re nervous, as always, but Luke assures you that it’ll be fine. The boys know about your mutism, and he’s warned them not to make you feel uncomfortable.

You enter the small restaurant and immediately you begin to feel your throat tightening up. You don’t like being in confined or crowded places, and this restaurant is both of those things.

Luke reaches out and takes your hand in his, pulling you slightly closer to him in an attempt to make you feel less scared. He hadn’t realized how small this place would be, otherwise he would’ve told the boys to pick a different restaurant.

It’s too late to turn back now, though. 

After searching for a few minutes, Luke is able to spot the boys at the back of the restaurant. He guides you over to a table in the corner where the three guys are already seated.

They all stand up when they see you guys coming over, and you grip Luke’s hand just a little bit tighter. Meeting new people is not one of your strong suits, hence the reason that Luke is not only your boyfriend, but pretty much your only friend.

The first boy sticks his hand out for you to shake and he offers you a warm smile. “Hi, I’m Calum,” he says.

You smile and nod politely before glancing up at Luke. He’s become accustomed to having to introduce you to people since you can’t do it yourself.

Calum retracts his hand after a few seconds when he sees that you aren’t going to shake it, but he doesn’t seem phased. Luke told him to expect this.

“(Y/N),” Luke says, nodding toward a boy with lots of brown, curly hair. “This is Ashton, and that,” he says pointing to the third boy at the table, “Is Michael. Guys, this is my girlfriend, (Y/N).”

Ashton and Michael say hello and Michael waves softly. They don’t try to shake your hand, seeming to catch on to the fact that you aren’t comfortable with it.

After the initial introductions, you all sit down and begin scanning over your menus. The boys are having a conversation about guitars, and you’re listening attentively. Being mute has made you an incredible listener over the years.

“(Y/N),” Calum says, his eyes turning to you. “Do you play any instruments?”

Your mind goes blank. You hadn’t been expecting anybody to address you, so you are too startled to answer. 

Before you can gather yourself, you see Michael lean over to Luke. “I know some sign language,” he whispers, his voice still loud enough for you to hear. “Would that help?”

Luke looks at him incredulously. “She’s mute, you idiot, not deaf.”

Michael looks away, embarrassed, but you giggle. Everyone’s eyes snap to you, including Luke’s. He’s only ever heard you laugh when the two of you are alone. 

For once, though, you almost feel comfortable around these strangers. You are very appreciative of the fact that they are trying to include you in their conversations, and you like that they don’t treat you like broken glass.

When most people hear about your condition, they treat you as if you’ll shatter into a million pieces if they say the wrong things. But with these boys, you almost are starting to feel like a normal human being.

You see Luke smile out of the corner of your eye and the other three boys smile as well. You pull out your phone and quickly type a message in your notes app before handing it to Michael.

Michael reads it and lets out a small laugh. “’I like your hair’,” he reads. He hands the phone back to you and smiles. “Thanks. It’s probably going to start falling out soon,” he sighs as his hands reach up to run his fingers through his bright blue hair. “But I figure, hey, I’m going to go bald some day anyways. Might as well have some fun with my hair while I still can.”

All three boys immediately start teasing Michael about his hair and how he’s going to be bald by the time he’s twenty five. You laugh and smile along with their comments, sometimes even tapping Luke and signaling to him what you want to say. 

You’ve never felt this normal since you stopped talking. It’s strange, but somehow, in the company of these four boys, you start to feel safe.

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