#lipreading practise

[toughpaperround]

Leverage: Redemption 2x02 'The One Man's Trash Job'

The crew's mark is at the auction showroom. Parker needs to lip-read to find out what he plans to do.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Signed P2

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating DARk + CUte

Warning SA + ABUSE / VIOLENCE

I shifted a little and began to stir in my hammock a little. I already knew I was wide awake but I wanted to cling to this sweetness for as long as I could. I opened my eyes and saw the gentle grey of the day, that strange grey colour from where morning had come as light flooded the glade grass but the sun had not yet peaked over the walls. The fires all burning out soldering and smoking, the sound of twigs and crickets over the boys snoring. I looked down to the most beautiful of sights, I laid on my back on my hammock in my vest and my shorts, and my shoes kicked off before bed, around me were Y/n's sweet arms as they enveloped my torso protectively, she wore my hoodie that hits her thighs and her panties her shoes kicked off too. Her Y/H/C hair was up in a messy bun strands falling in her face, her eyes closed and her lips parted as every so often she let out adorable sleepy little wheezes. My arms had been around her all night keeping her safe and close.

I did my best to keep still and just enjoy the moment but she stirred a little on me her head nuzzling into my cheat before she shifted sitting her chin on my sternum and her sweet Y/e/C eyes fluttered open.

I smiled at his beautiful she is, I blew her a kiss and she blew me one back.

She giggled a little and signed to me

“Good morning newt”

“Good morning Y/n”

“How did you sleep?”

“Perfect, I got to cuddle with you all night”

She smiled, “is it that cosy?”

“Always” I sighed with a smile “How did you sleep?”

“Very well, shall we get up for breakfast?”

“Five minutes?”

She nodded and closed the gap between our lips, I happily kissed her back stroking my hands up and down her back as our slow gentle kisses became more passioY/ne and it wasn't long before we were just laid in the cradle of the hammock making out.

“Get a room!” Minho complained ashe jogged past,

“Slim it min!” I yelled back

He laughed at us as he ran and Y/n sighed at him “Hey! I know what that means girlyglader!”

She squealed and hid herself in my arms so I wrapped them around her tight to protect her and kissed her little head as he ran off leaving us alone again,

"Love you," she signed,

"Love you too," I signed back

After a while, we did get up and we headed to the kitchens hand in hand as usual even if she was refusing to give up my hoodie.

“Morning” I smiled to fry,

“Morning,” he nodded, “hold up. I wanna see if my practice has been paying off” he smiled before he faced Y/n fully and slowly signed to her as she had been practising still speaking out loud so she could lipread and I could hear him make sure he wasn't messing up, “morning Y/n how did you snooze?” He sighed

“Sleep, not snooze” I corrected showing him the sign,

“Ah- sleep sorry” he sighed

She smiled so widely so happy she could actually talk with people now “Very well, thank you fry. Newt is a good pillow”

"ughh what did she say?" Fry looked at me,

"she said thanks," I smiled, "And that I'm a good pillow," I chuckled kissing her,

"what's for breakfast fry?" She signed,

He struggled a little but did his best for her, "Hashbrown and bacon,"

She looked confused and looked at me so I signed it for her,

"Hashbrowns and bacon, your fave Y/n."

She smiled and clapped her hands with an excited giggle,

We got our breakfast and went and sat under our usual tree signing as we ate,

"Should be nice weather today,"

"I think so, very warm,"

"Not too hot though like last night,"

"Last night was far too hot,"

"I didn't mind, so long as it's still cool enough for you to want to cuddle with me, Y/n,"

"I always want to cuddle with you,"

"I know you do, but aren't you too hot in my hoodie?"

"Cosy is worth the hot,"

I chuckled, "If you say so, Y/n," I signed, "I just don't want you to get too hot love,"

"I'll be fine, I'll just have to have extra strawberries to make up for it,"

I rolled my eyes, "That's not an excuse for extra strawberries Y/n,"

she didn't answer just ate her bacon avoiding my eyes,

"Hey!" I signed more aggressively, "Do not ignore me just cause you don't agree with me," I laughed,

"Can't hear you," she signed,

I laughed and kissed her lips, "Don't be cheeky,"

"You love when I'm cheeky,"

"No, I just love you all the time. Come on finish up and we'll get on with some gardening,"

"And strawberries?" she gave me her sweet pleading Y/e/C eyes,

"yes, strawberries,"

I finished up my gardening work for the day so I returned my tools to the shed with Zart and grabbed my pad to make the list up for the box, of course, went by Y/n and kissed her on the lips which she happily returned,

"bye-bye,"

"bye-bye,"

I headed off and got on with my list, everyone was busy in preparation for the box to come up today as everything was dangerously low. I made up some notes counting supplies in the slicers when I spotted something out of the corner of my eye, My hoodie.

I smiled and turned towards the deadheads, aww she must have come to see me on her break, she is so sweet. But the moment my eyes met her I knew something was wrong.

She was limping, her legs bruised, her shorts gone, her hands clamped on the hem of my hoodie to cover her, the hoodie all she had, her Y/H/C hair dirty and pulled out her bun, her sweet face... her pale skin stained with tears, her Y/e/C eyes flooded by them, she cried silently as she hobbled over.

"Y/n!" I yelled dropping everything to rush over and take her in my arms, she was trembling, and frightened, I didn't ask what happened at first I just held her, checked her over for all her little scrapes and bruises, giving her a million kisses to soothe her and make her feel safe and protected in my arms, as I checked her over I got more and more worried, I thought she had just taken a tumble in the gardens but her injuries where worse than that. I gently took her jaw in my hand and pulled her up to see my eyes, I was shaking now too as I signed and mouthed to ensure she understood me, "Y/n... did someone hurt you?"

She nodded but her hands could only sign the same thing over and over as if it was all her mind could make, "Please no, Help me,"

I took her hands in mine protectively and kissed them all over tears welling up in my eyes, I checked we were alone and slowly I moved my hand up her thigh which made her cry more intensely but I whispered against her skin, "It's me. It's me. It's just me." I muttered, making her feel my lips forming the words against her skin, I lifted the hoodie and saw her panties had been ripped off her too. Rage boiled inside me and I signed as fast as I could, "Who did this?"

She didn't answer she just whined and cried as she held my chest, I wrapped my arms around her one on her back to soothe her and the other in her hair giving the top of her head little kisses making sure she felt safe and protected.

"Who. Did. This. To. You." I signed,

She didn't answer, instead, she pointed. She pointed her arm and fingers trembling as she pointed towards the deadheads where a boy emerged, he was new only came up last month and named Tyler.

I nodded and kissed her once more,

I gave her a good squeeze and took her back to the hammock to get her some fresh clothes once she was there I tucked her into the hammock with another kiss letting her get some much needed rest,

"I love you so so much," I signed to her,

She still trembled but she just about managed "I love you too,"

"Bye-bye," I signed,

"Bye-bye," she signed back,

"I'll be back soon, and I'll bring you lots of strawberries," I told her kissing her again before I turned and marched into the glade in pure rage,

Minho saw me and seemed confused as he was running back from the maze,

"Ughhh what's happening?" He asked,

"I'm gonna kill him," I muttered,

"wha-" he tried to come after me but I found Tyler having his lunch so I slapped the ever-loving shit out of him knocking him off the table and onto his ass,

"Ahhhh! shuck! what the hell newt!" He complained,

I didn't say a word I was too full of boiling anger, I kicked him forcing him on his back, and my vision became a tunnel to see him and only him, to think of all he had done to her, I was a silent violent menace as I sat top of him and punched him over and over and over and over,

"NEWT!" Minho forced me off him,

And I saw what I had done, Tyler lay on the grass bloody, likely with a broken nose and maybe worse, coughing up blood, a crowd had formed around us other gladers who were called over by his screams, and blood covered my hands, vest, hair and face. I had been relentless... a ... a monster... I lost all track of everything and just lost it on him. I felt awful for a second, but only a second as I knew he deserved it for what he did to her and I lunged at him to attack again but Minho held me back.

"What the shuck is going on you shanks!" Alby yelled as he arrived he was shocked to see me, "Newt? Your second in command you're better than this what's going on?"

"Y/n..." I said her name coming out my lips like a growl,

"What about her..." He asked,

"it was just harmless fun," Tyler spoke up and it took Minho and Ben to hold me back from losing it on him again,

"Never harm another glader we all know these rules," Alby said,

"He's harmed alright." I nodded,

"And you just harmed him back-"

"No... No I didn't." I answered, "There is so much I could do to this piece of klunk!"

"What. Happened." Alby demanded,

"Tell him." I demanded, "Tell him what you did to her you SHANK!"

"It was nothing..." Tyler answered drying some blood,

"What did you do?" Alby asked,

"Me and Y/n just had a little fun, he got jealous," He smirked at me,

"FUN! YOU ARE A BASTARD!" I screamed breaking free and punching him across the face but Alby forced me away, "You raped her! You are cruel! Selfish! and an abuser!"

"Is this true?" Alby demanded,

"It was fun-"

"You LIAR!"

"Where is Y/n?"

"In our hammock. Resting. Crying her eyes out becuase of you!"

"She never said No,"

"And she didn't say yes either! she's mute! She doesn't speak you bastard!"

"I came up and flirted with her,"

"She's deaf!"

"so you admit you did this?" Alby glared,

"Yeah! I did it! She didn't say no. She just kept signing over and over Yes. Yes. Yes." He growled, "she loved it," he smirked as he signed the motion she must have been doing,

"That's not yes." Alby glared as even he knew enough to know Tyler was wrong,

"What?" he asked the colour drained from his face,"

"That's No. Stop." I told him, "You fucking Rapist!" I screamed but Minho held me back again,

"Pit Now." Alby demanded so Gally and fry grabbed Tyler to force him to the pit no matter his protests, "He'll be banished at sundown tomorrow."

"Thank you Alby," I nodded,

"You're not off the hook for this." he said, "Never harm another glader. I know what he did was bad... and I don't blame you for defending her. But this can't work with a second command on a hair trigger." he said,

"I understand," I nodded,

"You're demoted, to third in command, Gally will replace you as second. Take care of Y/n and once she is better you have a week in the pit."

"...Okay," I nodded, agreeing to such terms, Minho let me go so I straightened up and got clean, everyone returned to their business and I fetched as many strawberries as I could and took them to her where Y/n sat in the hammock still awake but her tears drying up, "Hey Y/n,"

"Hey newt," she signed back slowly,

"How you feeling?"

"... bad,"

"I understand, he's in the pit. Banishment tomorrow. and I broke his nose."

A small smile cracked across her lips, "Thank you newt,"

"You're welcome, I love you too much to let someone hurt you. In anyway but like that esspecially."

"I love you too, I'm sorry I should-"

I stopped her taking her hands and kissing them, "You have nothing to be sorry for, all I want is for you to feel better."

"Okay..."

"Good, I brought you strawberries, you can have as many as you like," I smiled,

"Thank you Newt, could I have a cuddle too?" she signed

"You May," I kissed her head and left the strawberries by the hammock before I climbed in spooning her and giving her a good squeeze, I moved and whispered against her skin letting her feel the words my lips made, "I love you so much, I promise you I will keep you safe. No matter what." I kissed her neck and she nodded before she turned to face me and wrote back on my hand,

"I love you too, thank you my love,"

My heart melted and I gave her lips a soft little kiss holding her as tight was I could to make sure she was safe. 

[of-beasts-and-blood]

Location: St Mungo’s Present: Fyodor & Anna ( @anna-wit-locked​ )

With each passing attack, the unease in Fyodor’s house grew. Declan was busier, working overtime some days to deal with the vast influx of patients that came in after each disaster. A lucky few only needed one-time appointments, but most people suffered longer lasting damage. Like Anna.

Fyodor could see the toll it took on her, losing her full range of hearing. She tried to stay positive but there were times she slipped. When Declan mumbled, or there was a loud noise she couldn’t place, her smile tightened. Fyodor had been doing his best to try normalise things. His pronunciation was crisp enough for her to lipread, but his sign language gestures were atrocious. He had hands for hauling cattle, and not for anything nearest intricate.

His fingers twitched as he subtly practised one of the basic phrases Anna had taught him. How… are… you… doing. Doing. Doing. The last word always tripped him up, with its fingering and circles. Do-ing. He was still rubbing circles on his chest, brow furrowed in confusion, when Anna came out of her check-up. He stood up and made his way over to her, eager to get them out of the hospital and doing something mundane. “What did the Healer say?”

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[agonized-aloo]

practising my lipreading by watching tiktoks on tumblr with the sound off

[malereader-inserts]

Signing My Love

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Peter Parker x Male!Reader Summary: Peter will going beyond to show you his love for you Word Count: 1,913 Request: “hi there! would it be possible for you to write something with either sweet pea or peter parker where they're dating a boy who's hard of hearing/deaf (reader) and they're working really hard to learn sign language so they can communicate with the reader better, and then they surprise him one day? <3″

“Um, Clint?”

Clint turns his attention to see a nervous teenage boy standing at the end of the sofa, wrings his hands as he nervously shifts his balance between his feet. Clint smiles seeing Peter around the Avengers Compound.

He definitely thinks the teenager is too young to be in this madness but it wasn’t like it was his choice, the kid gets bitten by a spider, and the responsibility is thrust into his hands. The archer smiles and pats the empty seat next to him.

“What can I do for you, buddy?” 

Peter, had bit his lip before making direct eye contact, “Do you know sign language?”

Clint was taken aback, sometimes the boy would come to him if he could babysit his kids or even challenge him on the game console, but this was entirely different. Clint looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and tilted head, what could this boy be up to?

“My boyfriend is deaf like you, and erm, whenever we’re in school or in large crowds which is like all the time since we live in New York, but erm, he can’t lipread that well but he can understand sign language, he’s too busy to teach me it so I figured you can teach me because you’re deaf too...?”

Clint’s heart could melt, damn Parker when he thought that this kid couldn’t get any more adorable and sweet, and then he does this. Clint turns to look at Peter with an easy smile.

“Yeah, you’re in luck kid, I can do sign language, learnt it a few years back, it wasn’t easy but Nat did it with me,” Clint had boasted, a proud smirk on his face, “Why not ask Nat too? She can teach you.”

“She scares me.”

“Doesn’t she?” Clint laughs, despite being Nat’s best friend, sometimes she was just terrifying, “Alright, I’ll teach you, when are you here? You know my schedule.”

Peter knows his schedule, Clint is around the compound when school is on as he can’t hang out with his kids or wife, leaves the compound around five to get back home to his family. Clint hangs around later on Fridays, pushing it to eight. However, weekends are strictly family time and only call Clint if there is an emergency and so far there hasn’t been. - Luckily for Clint.

Peter comes over Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday and the weekends. In which Fridays and over the weekend he sleeps over. Monday and Thursday are spent with Aunt May, but since she’s working more often in night shift - he feels less lonely at the compound. Tuesday and Wednesday are purely to hang around with the team, and luckily for the two of them that gives them at least eleven hours in total if they were to use the time left fully.

“But, if you want to learn quick, and let me remind you that sign language is hard, Nat will have to keep up with the lessons over the weekend,” Clint advised, giving Peter a pointed look as Peter sends him a small smile.

“What’s going on here?” Tony and Steve enter the room, noticing there was no loud music or competitive races going on about.

Clint beams at his friends and pats the spider on the knee, “Kid is gonna be learning sign language from me and Nat to impress his boyfriend,” He whistles as he looks at Peter before standing up to stretch, “We start next week, buckle up dude.”

“Never say buckle up ever,” Peter cringes, his nose scrunched up, “Dude.”

The archer happily walks out of the room to find his best friend to tell her the plan. Steve and Tony share a look before looking at Peter, who was left sitting on the sofa confused and alone.

“So, boyfriend?” Tony looked mischievous, “When will we meet said boyfriend?”

“Tony,” Steve warns, before giving Peter a smile, “I think you should invite him for dinner.”

“No, no, not yet,” Peter jumps up, shaking his head, “you guys are...”

“Wonderful?”

“Great?”

“Weird,” Peter spoke after Tony and Steve’s suggestion, “You guys can be a little full on and I haven’t even told (Y/n) that I’m Spider-Man.”

“So, that’s his name?” Tony teases, as Peter reddens, “Come on, Underroos, heart to heart at the lab, you can gush about your boyfriend and hope you won’t get murdered by either assassin in the forthcoming weeks of you learning sign language.”

Peter worked as hard as he could, and like Clint had said sign language is hard. He’s been through everything the two assassins have to offer. Clint was a patience guy, he’s dealt with his own kids who have tested his patience from their birth, so teaching Peter was easy enough.

Peter was eager to learn, but he got easily frustrated and would start to give up when stuff started to get mixed up. Clint was good with these interactions, he was a father after all.

“Alright, bud, your fingers are too stiff, relax a little or it’ll look awkward.”

Clint was good at motivating Peter. Natasha on the other hand, whilst loving her spider son, she could feel Peter’s frustration all too well. She was a good teacher, slightly stricter, but she got the point across. She would make sure that Peter would watch her fingers, even making him watch it time after time because finger placement was funny, hand placement, hell even facial expression was important and Natasha reminds him he looks like he is struggling 24/7.

Tuesdays when he comes from school the first thing they did after three weeks of learning was a surprise test to make sure he was practising in his spare time.

Peter was making progress, the team enjoyed watching the three of them sitting around, sometimes on the floor in the living room crossed legged as they would teach the teenager in sign language. 

Two months into the learning, Peter has 17 hours per week of learning and lessons. In total, he’s had, give or take, 136 hours of learning. Five surprise tests and he wasn’t going to give up.

“I want to be fluent, not learn conventional phrases for him,” Peter emphasised, “I’m willing to put the time and effort.”

Nat chuckles as she scruffs up his hair, “Don’t worry Parker, we all know you would which is why we like you so much.”

“He’s lucky to have you,” Clint bumps his shoulders with Peter, “You’re a real catch.”

Peter shakes his head, “Nah, I don’t think so, I’m really lucky to have him.”

Peter had become fluent in some areas, there were parts he was still tripping over but he had two great teachers that were committed to this cause as he was. He kisses your cheek as he greets you at your locker.

You smile, tilt your head and gaze at upon your boyfriend, “What’s up babe?”

“Nothing much,” Peter sighs, leaning his back against the locker next to you as you grab your books from your locker, “What do you have first? Chemistry?”

You nodded, whilst your boyfriend sounded a little faded you could hear him when he was closer to you but the look on your face Peter turns to face you so you could read his lips if you were having troubles, “Yup, and you?”

“Physics,” Peter replied as you grinned at him, “Flash is being a dick again, I can say that.”

“Bummer, Parker, hey are you free tonight? I found this cool restaurant near the park and we should check it out.” You planned as you shut your locker, spinning the coded lock as you leaned against the metal compartment.

“Yeah, it’s Monday right?” Peter questions, he had to make sure he had time for you, “I’m free every Monday, so what’s this place?”

“Oh, you know it’s mostly desserts but-”

“You do love desserts, do they have-”

The bell had rung and suddenly everyone was getting louder and louder, drowning out Peter. You looked at him with a soft smile.

“I got to go,” You kiss him on the cheek.

You had seen Peter’s lips move, his voice is very distant and your brain wasn’t able to process what he was saying. Knitting your eyebrows together in confusion as you slightly tilt your head to the side. Peter looked nervous at first as he lifts his hands causing you to look even more confused. Before you had seen the familiar finger movements.

You’ve seen your parents, your siblings, your close family sign it out for you. It’s integrated into your mind and watching Peter do it made you feel so excited. Your heart was racing as you looked at him with shining eyes.

I love you.

You were almost jumping in your spot, despite the phrase being very simple you couldn’t help feel so blessed. You could tell that Peter was learning, you didn’t know who or where from but you weren’t complaining as Peter’s signing was pretty slick.

You started to get excited when he continues to sigh, it was slow but his movements were graceful.

I’ll see you during break, my love.

There was no shiner thing than your smile going to be impossible to remove from your face. You were excited to see him during break just to test his ability as you lifted your hands to sign back to him before placing one last kiss on him before moving quickly to your first lesson. Peter almost missed his first lesson, but he enters his class with his chest puffed out and pride in his heart.

Flash couldn’t even dampen his mood. He has a little memory to keep and store, and to repeat in his head. Something he’ll have to savour for forever. Your hands lifting up on view signing four words.

I love you too.

[thegreatlibraryfangirl]

Fuck Dario’s Dad

So, I‘m playing around with a confrontation between Dario’s dad and, you know, his actual chosen family.

And the very mildest version of it goes something like this: 

Formal dinner. Everyone’s all dressed up and tense. 

Dario’s dad has spent most of the meal hissing corrections in Spanish to Dario’s posture, his etiquette, his food choices, his outfit ... you get the picture. 

Dario eventually snaps and tells his dad to fuck off in Spanish.

“Dario!” his dad replies in Greek, “Don’t be so rude! Speak a language our guests can understand!”

Wolfe, in absolutely flawless Spanish: Oh, no, this is fine. I wouldn’t want to make Dario feel uncomfortable. 

Khalila, in her very Portuguese-y Spanish: I need the practise, or so Dario keeps telling me. I appreciate your politeness and concern for our experience at your table.

*at this point I think Santi, who understands more than he speaks, chokes on his wine*

Jess, *signing*: Hey Dario, can your dad understand sign?

Dario: Used to be able to fingerspell ok, he stopped when my sister could lipread

Jess, grinning: time to revise, you shitstain *spends the rest of the meal unsubtly fingerspelling ‘FUCK YOU’ over and over again*