#nonverbal reader

[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

Nonverbal reader x Obi Wan Kenobi

let's get some things straight first. I am a neurodivergent person who occasionally gets to points where I can't communicate verbally. No idea why. I call this being non verbal because I don't know what else to call it.

This fic is based on my own experience and my own need for comfort. If you don't like it, don't read.

Maybe it was the fact that you couldn't remember your life before them but you couldn't imagine a life outside of the Jedi order.

You'd grown up surrounded by love and support from your creche-mates and teachers and eventually your master and you knew knew not to that for granted— or at least you knew now.

When you were a young padawan going out on assignments with your master and you would become nonverbal you didn't think much of it. It been a part of your life since you could remember but the galaxy at large wasn't as aware or accepting. Sometimes when you'd suddenly switch to Galactic Basic Sign would freak people out sometimes. Not everyone could wrap their heads around why you didn't always have the ability to speak. Your master would tell you to heed them no mind. He would say that they were simply small minded and they were.

As you grew into a Jedi knight this bothered you less. But not always being able to communicate as easily as you wanted still bothered you.

You sat outside the temple trying to concentrate on your meditation. You'd been feeling blocked lately and didn't know how to fix it. Soon your eyebrows furrowed and you kicked out of the sitting position you were meditating in. This wasn't working. "Something wrong?" An elegant voice asked and Obi Wan sat beside you, his buzzed hair and padawan brain flowing slightly in the gentle breeze.

You nodded and he could feel you project your frustrations out into the force.

"Nonverbal?" He asked and you once again nodded.

"Did something happen? perhaps I could help" He insisted but you shook your head. Instead slumping your body into his.

I'm tired. You signed as your face fell into his shoulder and he chuckled.

"Did you sleep enough?" He asked and you nodded.

"Eat something?" He asked and you nodded. again.

"Then what is wrong?" He asked and you sign the words force block in the simplest of terms. You'd been doing so well it had been a while since you last had to use Galactic sign and you had gotten a bit rusty.

"Ahh" He hummed and took you hand in his.

"Maybe if we meditate together it would help" He suggested but you rolled your eyes.

"Humor me, please?" He asked and you exhaled tiredly. Fine. You'd try one more time.

"Don't worry darling, everything will be alright. We'll find it" He said

[simp999]

LITTLE FRI-IEND!!!

Proto x Lil/NV! Reader Drabble

Wc: 0.7k

A/N: Sorry I was gone for so long I had to take a shower. Gotta go walk my fish now bye ya'll

A/N 2: @physically-bloody-medibot my beloved. He

Taglist: @medibot-truther

Masterlist

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You didn't have time to react when your door suddenly opened, and you saw that all-too familiar adorable smile in your doorway.

He waved with both hands, forgetting to ask if he was even allowed to enter- not that it was an issue anyway.

You absentmindedly attempted to cover your face with the soft sleeve of your massive cloud-like hoodie.

Proto slightly tilted his head. Something seemed different. He liked it, but he couldn't put a finger on it. You sure looked cozy, though! And maybe a little nervous? You seemed your melt into your blankets and plushies that surrounded you as he cautiously approached, but it only made you look even cozier.

Now that he was right next to your bed, all he could do now was bend down to your height. Still wearing that ever-curious expression, right up until he brought up his hand to approach your face and- boop! He jumped back a bit just as you did, the sound of his antenna wagging becoming a noticeable noise.

He wasn't sure whether big noises were welcome, so he opted to keep his voice as hushed as he could (-which wasn't very, but he's doing his best.)

[IS FRI-IEND DOING OKAY?]

His tone seemed much more happy than worried, and his expression only softened when you snuggled farther into your hoodie as you nodded.

He examined the empty space beside you, silently asking if you'd like him to join you. You shuffled over just enough for him to sit before shuffling right back, reluctantly allowing your head to drop onto his shoulder. He allowed himself to relax it a bit, letting you get more comfortable. He rested his head on yours gently, enjoying the time spent with you.

His warmth was much enjoyed, and the ||blood softly boiling|| in him sounded much like purring. You'd never noticed it before.

You began to toy with the hem of his labcoat out of boredom, and that's when he remembered an earlier encounter that day.

[WOULD FRIEND LI-IKE TO HEAR ABOUT A BUG I FOU-UND?!]

You softly nodded, and it seemed he didn't mind your silence as it was a comfortable one. He was about to fill it quickly enough anyway. He began to ramble about this bug he 'made friends with' earlier. He attempted to describe it, though it sounded like nothing you've ever seen before. Either you were tired, or he was horrible at describing it- but that's okay; you appreciated his little story nonetheless. He gently moved his hands around as he spoke to exaggerate his movements, only remembering not to be too dynamic since you were still resting on him at times.

He noticed far too late that his labcoat now wasn't being toyed with but simply held, as well of the lack of response to his stories.

He tilted his head again towards you in admiration, enjoying how cute and comfortable you seemed to be. He hoped you were having nice dreams. Ones filled with cotton candy and lollipops! And maybe him if he was lucky?

He went to tug the blanket that was draped over you a little higher before resting his hand next to yours. He was surprised to feel your little fingers wrapped around his. You absentmindedly snuggled closer, and a warm smile grazed your features. Aww, maybe you really were dreaming of him?

It took a lot for him to not begin swaying or wiggling around too much out of excitement, but if you were awake, you'd surely notice the artificial purring growing louder along with the wag of his antenna.

He gently nuzzled his face into your hair once he had finally managed to calm himself a little. He held your tiny hands in his, smiling to himself.

Maybe you two could hang out more like this tomorrow? Proto liked this; he knew that much.

You almost seemed like..

A little kid?

Yeah, this makes him feel even warmer. That's a good thing!

You make him happy. He's so glad to call you his closest friend.

He turns his head to plan a small kiss (? Nuzzle- he's trying his best.) to your hair before getting ready to stay like that for the night.

[NINI, MEIN SCHATZ!]

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Jan.5.24

[cutest-bunny-writings]

Thinking about doing a non-verbal autistic reader x member(s?) fic. Would y'all want?👉👈🥺

[eddiesghxst]

Your most recent blurb got me thinking

When i get fucked out i start repeating everything the other person says, imagine eddie realizing this and getting you to say anything he wanted "whos a slut?/youre a slut" "im a slut" kinda thing 🤤🤤

oh fuck he’d 100% take advantage of that

he makes you say the nastiest things, hums when he presses his dick all the way into you and watches as you quiver beneath him, “look at you, baby. all open and wet for me. you’re my pretty slut, aren’t you?”

you shakily breathe around a moan, bleary eyes blinking up at him as you whimper, “your pretty slut… yours, yours, yours…”

“that’s right, honey. gonna give you my cum and you’re gonna take it all like a good girl, okay? y’gonna be my good girl?”

“good girl, yes. yes please, wannabeyourgirl,”

eddie snickers when your words slur and he leans forward, smearing his wet lips onto yours as he coos, “you are baby. you are my girl. always gonna be my girl. don’t fuckin’ forget it.”

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡「Affection Prompt 17」⋆˚

◉ Sinopsis; Getting them their favorite drink, just the way they like it

◉ Feat; poly Fizzmodeus, stolas, Blitzø

◉ A/n- I hope you all are able to have a fun and safe New Year <3

── ˙•˚∘✮🌙ᯓ🪐˙•˚∘ ──

Soft blankets kept you nice and warm, despite the storm raging outside. Rain pattered against the window, threatening to lull you back to sleep. Today was perfect... but one thing was missing- your favorite drink. Sure you could go get it, but that would mean getting up. Thankfully, your partner(s) has/have made the generous offer to go pick it up for you.

"We're baaack~" you hear Fizzarolli call from the front door. Asmodeus chuckles, readjusting Fizz and the tray of drinks in his arms. "They might be sleeping, Froggy, lets not make too much noise." You were quick to prove Ozzie’s assumption wrong. Calling out, you beckon them over to the couch, patting the open seats next to you. Fizz is quick- jumping from Ozzie’s arms to your blanket-clad lap. Asmodeus isn’t far behind, morphing into his smaller form to place the drink tray on the table before joining the two of you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Once you’re all comfortable, Fizz stretches his arms, grabbing the drinks and passing them to you and Asmodeus. As Fizz grabbed the remote to put on a movie, you settled into the couch, unable to think of a better way to spend a rainy evening.

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When an episode of the Hell-a-Novella you were watching ended, you’d voiced your desire for your favorite drink. Who was Stolas to ignore the request? At the coffee shop, Stolas is careful to be specific with the drink orders. Even then, when the drinks are handed to him, he double checks the receipts and the drinks, just to be sure. As bothersome as walking in the storm was, Stolas knew it was worth it to see you happy. And of course, he couldn’t deny how cute it was hearing your excited “thank yous” and seeing you happily sip your drink. Sitting beside you, Stolas reaches up to pat your hair, giving you a kiss on the forehead before sitting back in the couch and resting his head atop yours.

┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　°

Initially, Blitzø was bitching and moaning about having to go out. He was comfortable, too. Why not just order for delivery? He eventually caves when you promise you’ll let him have the comfortable side of the couch when he gets back. And the heated blanket. As cranky as Blitzø is about going out in the rain, he reasons he’ll be able to get something for himself, and he has the heated blanket to look forward to. Blitzø is in and out of the shop as fast as possible, hastily checking the contents of the order to make sure everything’s right. By the time he’s back at the apartment, Blitz is grumbling incoherently, dropping everything onto the table and making a bee-line toward the couch, forcibly scooting you over (just enough so he would fit) and curling up next to you. Guess you’ll enjoy the drinks later, then.

── ˙•˚∘✮ 🔭๋࣭ᯓ🌙˙•˚∘ ──

[gayshadowgov]

I wanted to put out a post asking if there are any black nonverbal or deaf/HoH people who use BASL who would be willing to consult on an animation project?

My junior year of art school starts this fall, and I will begin working of my junior-senior thesis 3D animation, where the main character is a black nonbinary person who, in the beginning and ending scenes, is seen communicating with sign language. I am white and more-or-less abled-hearing (I have Auditory Processing Disorder but I don’t know if that counts), but I know there are differences between ASL and BASL, and I wanted to have a lot of sensitivity around using this dialect accurately and respectfully.

The consultation would involve taking videos of your hands as you sign the ‘dialogue’ I have written, which would then be used as a reference in the 3D animation. I am a relatively broke student but I am willing to pay for your consultation. Please DM me if you’re interested!

Note: I apologize in advance if I have mistakenly used any offensive terms in this post, I tried to do a lot of research but I’m sure I have shortcomings and gaps in my knowledge.

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Spencer Reid x Nonverbal Autistic daughter

Another Spencer Reid oneshot!

Summary: Reader has a meltdown at her Dads work place, Reid helps her through it.

I'm finally writing this so sorry for thr wait!

reader is 10

mentions of a meltdown

Third person pov...

Spencer awoke to his alarm clock, groaning he slammed his hand down on the offending object and sat up, he needed his morning coffee. The Man stretches and gets out of bed, he then makes his way to the kitchen.

As he did he walked past his daughter bedroom, he pocked his head in and saw his 10 year old sleeping soundly with her earplugs in and wrapped in her weighted blanket.

Y/N is Autistic and Non verbal she also has Sensory issues and uses headphones or earplugs when she's sleeping. Spencer smiles softly before closing the door and making his way to make coffee.

Soon he was happily drinking his coffee and and sitting on the sofa reading one of his many books, as he was doing this he didn't hear his daughter coming out from her room.

The 10 year old was still in her pyjamas as it wasn't time for her to get dressed yet, the girl had her tablet with her and her headphones already on.

She sat next to her Dad, who was still reading his book. "Morning Dad" came the computerised voice of her tablet.

Y/N uses many different ways to communicate this is one of them.

She also uses sign language, writing down words, communication cards also sounds. Even if she can't speak she can still communicate most people don't understand but her Dad does since she was a baby he has worked hard for his daughter to have all the support and accommodations she needs.

Spencer doesn't even flinch at the voice a she's familiar to it. The genius looks up from his book. "Morning Y/N, sleep well?" He asks her, the 10 year old nods her head smiling. "I did Dad" came her tablet.

Spencer then put his book down and finished his coffee he looked at the the time and saw it was 7.20 he had 40 minutes till he has to go to work.

"Time to get dressed N/N" he said to his daughter, Y/N nods and stands up the Father and Daughter then walk to their bedrooms to get dressed.

It's part of their routine to get dressed at 7.20 ever Morning. Once Spencer was dressed in his normal clothes he grabs his bag and walks to his daughters room, he knocks of the door.

"You dressed yet N/N?" He asked, he waited for an answer but didn't get one.

So he knocked again, still no answer so he opens the door. "Y/N arw you okay?" He questions as he walks in, when he does he see shis daughter curled up in a ball.

The 10 year old rocks back and forth holding her hands to her head. She was still dressed in pyjamas.

Spencer acts quickly and sits infront of his daughter and holds out his hands. "Hey hey N/N, your okay it's okay, can you hear me?" He asks and Y/N touches his left hand for yes.

Spencer nods "Okay, did something happen?" He asks her Y/N touches his left hand again. "Was it sensory issues?" He asks once again she touches his left hand.

"Do you need pressure?" Once again she touches his left hand, Spencer waits as his daughter uncurls her body, she then looks up at her Dad and leans forward she then sits sideways on his lap.

Spencer wraps his arms around her and squeezes knowing what kind of pressure she needs from him.

The two sit like that for a while before Y/N relaxes completely. She grabs her tablet but stays close to Spencer. "Thank you Dad, I'm okay now" came the computerised voice.

Spencer smiles. "That's good N/N, I'll leave you to get dressed okay, then we can leave your coming to work with me." He says getting a nod from his Daughter he leaves her to finish getting dressed.

Soon the Father and Daughter are ready to leave for Spences work, Spencer is going through his mental checklist, making sure him and his daughter both have what they need, Y/N has her earplugs in, her tablet in her hands and her lanyard that tells people she is Autistic.

"ready to go?" asks Spencer, Y/N looks up at him and nods her head the 10 year old then held out her hand for her dad to take, Spencer smiles and grabs her hand squeezing it, Y/N always needs to hold her Dads hand when they go anywhere it keeps her grounded and comforting to her.

Neither of them like touch but they let it happen if they need it, the duo then leave the apartment and make their way to the FBI academy. As they walk Spencer makes sure that T/N is okay and tries to keep her from brushing up against people knowing she hates it.

When his daughter stops suddenly Spencer is quick to act he covers her with his body and squeezes her hand. she uses her right hand to sign the word for Headphones. Spencer instantly understands and puts her ear defenders on his daughter, he also kisses her forehead feeling her relax once the sounds were gone.

Timeskip...

Y/N gasps when she lays her E/C eyes on the FBI building, shes never been to her dads work place before, funnily enough one of her special interests is Osteology (is the scientific study of bones) and Criminology. She always loves when her dad tells her about his cases, he and his team have.

Spencer has a fond look in his eyes as he watches his daughter eyes widened. he swings their hands this makes the girl tears her E/C eyes away and to her dads face. "ready to meet the team?" his daughter answers him by dragging the man into the building making his laugh out loud at how excited she is.

when they get onto the right floor Spencer has to leave and go to the bathroom, before he leaves he gives Y/N instructions on were his desk is and how to find it. Y/N nods her head and makes her way inside the bullpen, she sees lots of people walking around so she quickly searches and finds her dads desk and sits in his chair.

it is still early so the other members of the team arents there yet, while waiting for her dad to come Y/N starts spinning the chair around and closing her eyes enjoying how it feels, she does this a couple times before someone touches her shoulder.

This makes her flinch and let out a yell, she falls from the chair and in a hurry she crawls away and under the desk, she pulls her knees to her chest and begins rocking herself trying ti self sooth it ends up not working she is too overwhelmed, so she doest the next thing which is thumping her head on the desk.

As the 10 year old cowers under the desk the person who tapped her was freaking out and that person was Derek Morgan, with him was Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia and Aaron Hotchner Spencers team. 

Derek is worried he could hear the child thumping her head on the desk but doesnt know what to do the others are just as confused. "what should we do!" yells Derek as the other =s try and think of how they should calm the girl down. 

before long their youngest member joins them, he wonders why they others are at his desk before he sees Y/Ns tablet thrown on the floor, his eyes widened and he quickly crouches down and under the table he sees his daughter having a meltdown.

"guys i need you so all step back" he tells them before he sits cross legged in front of his distraught daughter, confused the others do what he tells them, they watch as Spencer sits on the floor infront of the child and begins whispering to her.

10 minjutes later the girl has stopped hurting herself and was now rocking and was alot calmer, Spencer is still whispering to her, the other wait paitently until he comes out from under his desk with the child now asleep in his arms, he looked comfortable holding her.

"who is she Reid?" asks Hotch making the man look up at his boss, Spencer then puts the girl back on his chair, he brushes a hair out of her eyes before anwering. "she is my daughter Y/N Reid, she is 10 years old" he says making everyone shocked they didnt know Spencer had a daughter.

"baby genius has his own kid!" yells Penelope. 

Spencer blushes and nods his head. "i do, i only kept her a secret because it would overwhelm her if she met all of you at once just like now, Y/N is Autistic and Non verbal, she doesn't speak but communicates in different ways" he explains, the others nods their heads and listen to Spencer and he rambles on about Y/N.

All six of them can see the love he has for his daughter as she speaks.

the end!

hope you liked this one shot so sorry for the wait! sorry once again for the spelling mistakes and grammar.

requests are open!

word count: 1600

[3raccoonstryingtorobabank]

been actually playing twst instead of just reading everyone’s lore (shocking I know) AND HOW COME NO ONE MENTIONS THE VIGNETTE WHERE IDIA GOES NONVERBAL AND USES HIS TABLET TO TALK???

[sakura-chan-25]

Nonverbal

Pairing: All brothers & MC

Summary: MC goes non-verbal after a panic attack.

Word Count: ~860

Warning(s): mentions of panic attack, going non-verbal as a result of panic attack, a bit of swearing, pet names (hon, lovelies), sound-sensitivity, Belphie x MC at the end (?)

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You were sitting on the floor, your back pressed against the wall as you slowly calmed down. Any minute now one of the 7 demons could barge into your room, yelling that dinner’s ready. Or you could be lucky and they knock for once or just send a message in the HoL group chat for everyone to see. As it seems luck was actually on your side today because your D.D.D vibrated next to you on the floor. Satan was on cooking duty today and told everyone to “get their ass into the dining room. Dinner’s ready.” You answered with the ok-sticker and slowly moved from the floor. In all honesty you didn’t want to get up and you really didn’t want to eat but if you didn’t go, the brothers would worry about you and you didn’t want that. The panic in you subsided for the most part so you hoped you could endure their usual quarrels.

When you finally reached the room, most of the brothers were already there. Belphie and Levi weren’t here yet, meaning Levi probably didn’t see the message because he was playing a new game and Belphie was napping. Lucifer asked Beel to get them, so the younger brother couldn’t eat their portion away. That didn’t stop Mammon and Asmo from greeting you, though. Their voices were full of energy like always and you couldn’t help but slightly tense up. You recovered quickly and smiled at them while giving them a little wave in return as you sat down.

The brothers were confused. Usually, you would greet them with the same amount of energy and come with a “hello, lovelies!” or something like that back at them. They decided to leave you be for now. Maybe you were just tired? You looked a bit exhausted after all.

As soon as Beel came back with a sleepy Belphie (but when was he not?) and a grumpy Levi, everybody started eating. The brothers were all talking together, telling each other how their day had gone. You didn’t really listen though. You were picking at your food, occasionally taking a bite. It was like you were on autopilot.

Suddenly the voice next to you asked: “Are you alright, MC? You haven’t eaten much.” You looked at Satan and just nodded. You didn’t feel like talking right now. Maybe you also couldn’t? You didn’t know. Your lack of response however concerned Asmo: “Are you sure, you’re alright, hon? You haven’t spoken a word since you’ve been here.” You only nodded again. Beel was then the next person to ask: “You haven’t spoken a word yet? Why are you not talking?” You just gave him an apologetical smile and looked down on your plate. Why couldn’t they leave you be? Why did you have to talk? You just wanted to stand up and go to your room. Maybe lay down and take a nap? You were exhausted, a nap didn’t sound too bad.

“You’re nonverbal, no?” Levi’s confused voice sounded. Your head snapped up to look at the sea demon in front of you. You slowly nodded, unsure of the answer yourself. Mammon was really befuddled at that statement: “Oi?! What do you mean you’re nonverbal?” You tensed and almost whimpered. “Oh wait. Panic Attack?” Everyone’s eyes expectantly looked at you. You quickly nodded before crawling under the table. You were used to the attention of 7 demons but that didn’t mean you didn’t hate it.

The brothers widened eyes looked at each other, not knowing how to react. Belphie groaned and went under the table too, slowly crawling to your rocking form. Your arms were tightly around yourself. Belphie wasn’t sure what to do and he was glad his brothers decided to keep their eyes at each other or the food and not crawl down too. “Can I touch you?”, He whispered while stretching his arms out. You stared at him for a second. In the next you threw your arms around his neck, burying your head in there and using a death grip on Belphie to make sure he didn’t vanish. He slightly chuckled at your eagerness and hugged you back. His hand running up and down your back while the other played with your hair. You were too tired to fight the drowsiness that came over you. So, you just fell asleep in the arms of the youngest brother under the dining table.

“Are they alright?”, Lucifer asked as he looked down after a while. “Mhm.”, Belphie nodded, still playing with your hair. Lucifer smiled softly and finished eating. The other brothers soon followed, leaving you and Belphie sleeping under the table. They would ask you about it another time. If you prefer, they could talk with you through the group chat.

After everyone was done and put their dishes in the dishwasher, Asmo looked under the table and cooed softly. You and Belphie were laying on the floor, sleeping. Well, Belphie was on the floor, you were on his chest. Asmo just had to take a picture and upload it on devilgram! After all, whole devildom had to know how cute his younger brother could be!

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A/n: Didn’t expect Belphie to be the hero, but eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I don’t think I’ve written about him yet, so it’s alright, lol. I hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night! :D

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

The Bonkening, starring space pilot reader

[somberauthor]

could you do some jax x reader who is going non-verbal headcanons or maybe a one shot (whichever u prefer!)

btw i love ur writing, and also feel free to ignore this if u don’t wanna do it!! have a wonderful day! <33

You're so nice omg!!! Also, this ask was like, kinda menacing at first. bc so many ideas popped up but now i know what to do. Enjoy!!

JAX X NON-VERBAL! READER

Everything was so overwhelming. You had only been here for two hours, and you had to do so much. There was a challenge you had to do, and there were so many colors and just. Everything. You were in a corner curling into a ball when you heard cartoonish footsteps approaching you.

''Yo, kid. Are you okay?'' Wow, Jax wasn't being a complete jerk for once? Surprising. But in all seriousness, he sounded genuinely worried about you. You gave him a thumbs up, which was about everything you could do. He seemed to understand what was going on, and he hugged you. Weight helped to calm you down, and he somehow knew that. You were here for only two hours what the fuck? Whatever he probably was just trying to see what would work. and holy shit its working. Your breathing calmed down, and you hugged him back. You gave a small thank you under your breath when you finally calmed down enough to talk.

It's small but it's a good comfort piece!!

[the-acid-pear]

I think Peter's love language is physical touch (like a sign of care and trust, conveying something words cannot etc). I think in the context of a relationship the inability to initate a kiss would.be a huge pain in the ass for him (not only bc the lack of lips but also bc he'd have to Straight Up Headbutt Them pretty much) having to settle for just outright asking verbally or not for them. Which is the second best thing, really. No lack of lips will stop this man from getting or placing a smoochie.

[clone-anon]

It's me again! I'm the one who requested the nonverbal male reader x Crosshair a while back.

I was wondering if you could do another short one expanding with the reader helping teach Cross more signs? I love how you wrote the last one and I'm absolutely in love with your writing!

Absolutely! For those interested, here is the first fic. This one definitely has a bit more of an s/o spin, I think. I also may have made the first part a bit angsty, but it ends well. I hope this is to your liking, but if you want changes let me know!

Crosshair knew how to sign letters pretty well. Like most things, he was incredibly precise and so he paid close attention to the position of his hands and fingers when signing. He was trying to learn more signs using the holonet, but it was often frustrating. There were sometimes multiple ways of signing what he wanted to sign and other times, there were some words that were skipped since signed sentences were different than spoken ones. Still, he persisted. He wanted to do this on his own and show you he took this seriously.

That started to change when one evening you went nonverbal. He understood you needed to leave the situation, but couldn't quite figure out what you were saying. He could speak, but didn't want to, instead trying his best to sign. He usually could figure out what you were signing, but tonight was different.

Signing K A R K, I don't know. He was mad at himself for not knowing more, and in that moment you were both overwhelmed. He took a deep breath and sighed. Your home? You signed yes. He took your hand and walked you home.

Once home, you made a suggestion. Bed? Sometimes, even if you couldn't communicate well, sleeping on it would help. Crosshair signed yes and got into bed with you. He pulled you against his chest and kissed you shoulder, holding you as you both eventually fell asleep.

The next morning, you both woke up feeling better, the overwhelm of the previous evening gone and seemingly helped by the comfortable shared space of your bed. Over breakfast, he finally asked.

"Teach me," he said, signing you teach me.

"Okay," you replied with a smile. "What do you want to learn?"

"At the very least," he replied, "I need to know the questions and phrases that would most help you. I can't keep signing out every word I don't know."

You appreciated his initiative in trying to learn to sign himself, but were more than happy to show him. The next hour was spent showing him the signs you used the night before as well as some others that would come in handy in those situations. I'm scared, hold my hand, too loud, need a break, I'm stressed, I'm overstimulated, I'm overwhelmed, Let's get some food, Can we go home, I need you. He was very open to learning, allowing you to correct his form whenever need be. Over the next few days, you showed him many more signs for every day interactions. It made things so much better, offering relief that the next time something happened, it would be easier.

For whatever reason, he liked the sign for together. It became another way of showing affection. I love you was easy to figure out and most people knew it. Together was a different. Signing together felt like his way of secretly tell you that you weren't alone and that he he loved you in one basic sign.

When Wrecker held a large party, you did everything you could to attend. It wasn't normally your favorite environment, but Crosshair was with you the whole time. Someone made some sort of loud comment not directed at anyone in particular and for whatever reason someone else decided the music needed to be louder.

I need a break, you signed. Come with me? It wasn't even a question Crosshair needed to consider, and you both stepped outside away from the crowd for a break.

Sorry, you signed.

No, he signed back firmly with a shake of his head. You are my boyfriend. I love you. We are in this - both of us - together.

Hold my hand, you signed with a hopeful smile. He took your hand in his own and sat with you until you were ready to go back inside.

[rzyraffek]

Omg i hate so much when people take Micheal Myers for example and write fic about him AND GIVE HIM DIALOGUE😭😭😭 PLS HE DIDJT SAY A WORD IN ANY MOVIE WHY WOULD YOU THINK ITS A GOOD IDEA TO MAKE HIM VERBAL. And im not talking about Myers only, what's with people and taking non verbal character and magical giving them ability to do whole monologues/normal conversations?? Like just like that?? Without any idk opening up about their traumas or just simply having broken voice/stuttering due to NOT TALKING FOR YEARS IF NOT MOST OF LIFE😰😰😰 pls miguel did talk bcs hes nonverbal not bcs he was waiting for the only the one y/n that magically unblocked his ability of speech😰 (also I hate when somone takes masked killer and makes them unmasked for sake of fic but that's just my silly preference)

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡「Affection Prompt 15」⋆｡

◉ Sinopsis; your partners give you a massage when you flop onto the couch

◉ feat; Fizzmodeus x reader

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It's one of those days where you just need to collapse somewhere comfortable and block out the whole world. So that's what you do. After walking through the front door to Asmodeus' home (though it's more accurate to call it a palace), you beeline to the couch, dropping your bag and kicking off your shoes on the way. You throw yourself onto the couch, the soft cushions catching your fall. The fabric is cool against your face, and the couch itself is so large, that it's practically a bed- perfect to spread out on. It's not too long after when Fizzarolli and Asmodeus get back from Ozzie's club. By this time though, you're half asleep, sprawled out on the couch. The two stop for a moment, worried something bad has happened, but they quickly realize you're just exhausted. Luckily for you, they know the perfect remedy to a long, painstaking day- massages! Laughter echoes vaguely through your tired brain, and you can just barely register the way the cushions give- a sign Asmodeus and Fizz have joined you. The next thing you notice is a pair of hands working the knots in your back and shoulders. Fizzarolli straddles your legs, working intently on relieving the stress in your back. Behind him, Asmodeus sits criss-cross, focusing on Fizz's shoulders. You're too tired to get up, but the tired, grateful glance you cast Fizz and Ozzie is more than enough for them to know how much this is helping. You may have been half-asleep before, but now with the tension slowly easing out of your shoulders and the soft noise of Fizz and Asmodeus' voices makes it damn near impossible to fight the powerful force known as sleep. Soon enough, your conscious is drifting elsewhere, while Fizzarolli and Asmodeus wish you sweet dreams.

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[sunnflowyyr]

heyo! first of all i LOVE your writing, I aspire to write as well as you one day <3 I wanted to request some headcanons with the rise boys w/ a gn reader who’s mute!! please don’t feel like you have to answer this, feel free to ignore/delete!!

aaa, hey there !! first of all, thank you so much for your kind words !! i'm sorry for taking so long to get to your request, but i've thought about your idea since it popped into my inbox so i'm excited to finally put it all into this post. i am my own critic and i bully myself until i like my content; so i took a while with this one.

quick disclaimer: i do not have a lot of knowledge about mute individuals, but i did some research during the writing of this fic to try to be as respectful as possible and to also educate myself; however, my comprehension skills aren't the greatest. if i have inaccurately represented this community with misleading information (or if i have misunderstood mutism as a whole), please let me know and i'll correct my work to reflect accurate information. it is never my intention to hurt or offend anyone. - much love, sun

i hope you enjoy !! <3

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rise!turtles with a mute reader

Raph

i imagine april introduces you to the turtles and that he doesn't really clue into you are being mute at first

mainly because he didn't read the group chat message where april tells the turtles you're mute (he never reads the gc, smfh)

so he always feels bad when he talks to you and you just kind of smile or blink

since he doesn't realize, he just overthinks about why you don't answer back

maybe you don't like him? is he annoying? too loud?

can you smell his "I'm Nervous About Meeting New People" stink?

so when he tells his brothers and they clue him in, it just clicks for him

it makes him feel closer to you because he grew up mute

(i saw a hc once that raph was mute as a kid and no, i will not be convinced otherwise)

you might notice a slight behavior change

he'd normally be a little awkward or stiff in conversation before, but now he finds a way to communicate with you!

even if you don't talk, he'll find a way to keep you in conversation

especially because he can talk a lot if he thinks no one is annoyed by his rambling

the longer he knows you, the longer he picks up on your nonverbal cues and you both find an easy way to communicate with each other

he can't sign very well (just because of the lack of fingers) but he knows how to interpret ASL so you can communicate with him !!

Leo

honestly doesn't notice it from the first time he meets you

also doesn't read the group chat

mainly because he talks so much that he doesn't pay attention to how quiet you are

though when he does notice, he might ask about it?

not to embarrass you, though; he might tease people about a lot of things, but even he knows his limits on that

we love a respectful king

he's just curious about the details, but definitely doesn't push you into telling him about it

he's a nosey mf he can't help himself

all of the brothers (him included) will speak up for you

if you're comfortable with that, of course

"hey, they said no pickles."

he might be sassier about it though, just because he's leo

but he'll do it a million times over

he's also pretty good at picking up on nonverbal cues and body language (because of raph being mute and donnie having nonverbal moments)

if you're uncomfortable? tired? excited? overwhelmed?

leo is here for you

Donnie

knows immediately because he actually reads the group chat

like the others, he knows how to communicate with you

especially with sign language, because he actually knows it and can sign really well?

he actually finds it nice to communicate with you this way as well, especially during some nonverbal moments

and sometimes he can really ramble on; even more so if it's about his interests and superior tech

so signing helps him slow down (because he wants to make sure you can interpret his signing; having three fingers can make it difficult) and watch for your replies

there might be days where you both sit in a comfortable silence (or he just watches you if you want to communicate), or he's really verbal

he can either ramble or keep it short and simple; it really just depends on his mood

but he quietly appreciates the understanding between the both of you

he can see how excited you are about everyone talking about something you're interested in; you wanna join, but it's hard to keep up with their voices and it can be overwhelming

what's wrong, (name)? - donnie asks in ASL

when you tell him he immediately finds a way to stop the conversation

"(name) has something to say about that."

ALL of the brothers look out for you, but he would the most

Mikey

"knows immediately because he actually reads the group chat": the sequel

this boy will do all of the verbal talking for the both of you

he's not necessarily over-talkative, but enjoys having conversations

i'm projecting in the next headcanon but hear it out okay

when mikey was a kid, he grew up with a speech delay

it wasn't until his he was between age 8-9 that he began to improve in his speech

because of it however, he relied heavily on gestures and used very little words unless he was unsure of how to express himself

it was a frustrating for him as a kid; not being able to communicate as well with his brothers

excluding donnie from that cause he taught himself ASL, then taught mikey some words to help him

he wants to make sure you feel heard and that you're comfortable

be prepared because if he knows you're fine with it, he'll rope you into group conversations like donnie does

he understands ASL pretty well, but he won't sign back most of the time; he just has a hard time with it

like leo, he's also pretty good at noticing your body language

i mention reader knowing ASL a lot (aligning it with the fact that i hc the turtles knowing it), but if you don't use it to communicate?

the turtles value your friendship and will adapt any form of communication so you can talk with them!!

you just write on a small whiteboard? mikey's got plenty of supplies for you in his room

if you use a text to speech program? they wait patiently for your reply

as i said, they value you as an individual and welcome you into their little family with opens arms <3