#mickeys deaf

[lovekenney]

i have yet to find that fic for gallavich. like i have one for my other fav ship but like i havent found a gallavich fic that left me starstruck like everyone talks abt. i do have a favorite one that i love but it hasnt like affected me to a level people talk abt when talking abt their favs. i think i might of found the one but i still need to finish it lmao

[literalite]

marlo velasco for @rainymoodlet's rock of love!

hii formally introducing marlo after showing them in cas first lmao i'll stick all their info and some bonus pics under the cut :3

they're filipino, nonbinary (using they/them pronouns), and androsexual- for simplicity's sake they sometimes just say they're gay

traits: erratic, hot-headed, creative likes: alternative and metal music, competency, a good discussion, wellness, getting everything just right, being praised(.......), a good visual contrast, travelling, friendly competition, hard workers, vintage artwork, and of course tattoos fhgjhkjkl dislikes: modern decor, elitism, people who lack drive or who follow tradition, being told what to do, stupid questions, green eyes, makeup, phones or cameras or honestly most modern technology, softening their tone in any way, uncomfortable shoes

quick well that was a fucking lie bio:

only child to two very conservative parents, had a very testy relationship with them both throughout their teens and young adulthood. currently no contact with them both

learnt how to tattoo in their teens and joined a tattoo and piercing shop as an apprentice at 21. they met both their ex husband and their current best friend, risa there

married their ex at 25, was truly in love with him despite being deeply unhappy in other aspects of life

came out and began transitioning at 29, which strained their marriage as he tried and failed to accept their true self as opposed to the "woman" he had signed up for

he convinced them to try for having a kid in order to save their relationship shocker, that did not work so mickey was born

after three years they divorced- admittedly marlo was not a stellar parent and left mickey mostly in her father's care while they moved on from working at the original tattoo shop, eventually seeing their kid for only a weekend per month

at 35 opened their new shop Purgatory Tattoos with their best friend risa as co-owner

two years ago, they got a call in the middle of the night, from their ex who immediately started shouting down the line at them for "corrupting" their 11 year old into thinking that she's a girl. they immediately drove the few hours to go pick mickey up and filed for custody the morning after

marlo's relationship with mickey was initially understandably pretty rocky, with marlo being really awkward around their own daughter and mickey obviously being distrustful of them. in years since, they've grown a lot closer, with marlo now really appreciating the work it takes to raise a kid. they're still very anxious about being a "good" parent though, having totally lacked for any role models

has sort of dated around since breaking up with their husband, but hasn't been able to commit to anything serious what with their focus on keeping their business running and the residual sting of a long and painful loss both emotionally and financially from their ex

signed up for this at risa's insistence and also thinking that it'd be nice for mickey to grow up with a more stable and loving environment than they did

fun facts:

they're pretty much tone deaf but nevertheless enthusiastic about karaoke much to their neighbours' detriment

for their employees and apprentices, they're known as kind of a hardass, especially in comparison to risa, but being under their guidance improves skills x10

lactose intolerant but im not wasting a trait slot on that LMAO

used to have piercings, but took their facial ones out years ago because they'd all been done by their ex- all the holes have since closed up

has pretty much no social media presence aside from their shop's instagram account, on which they've got no photos of themselves, not even a candid in the background of a shot. doesnt know wtf a tiktok is even though mick keeps begging them to do dances with her?

can't imagine moving away from tomarang even though they love travelling overseas. a big goal is getting enough money together to take mickey on a big holiday abroad

here are some pics of them and their daughter, mickey! she's 13, trans, she/her pronouns. due to their long estrangement, mickey calls them "lo" instead of any other term

[chaethewriter]

Lightsaber

Jack Champion x reader

In which you and Jack have a duel with lightsabers.

word count: 1,6k

warning: legit just fluff and fluff, wrote this in my bed on a random sunday night in an hour, not proofread.

tagged: @viivvriv @genesis4545 @norrisgf @darkcrusadestrawberry @drxwstxrkxy @wafflehousewrold

Disneyland.

The two of you were heavily influenced by the general shops at its entrance. You couldn't help it. You couldn't help it as Jack stared down at you with those puppy eyes.

"Matching lightsabers!" He had exclaimed, basically clinging onto you like an insect as he had begged you to play lightsabers with him. Hell, he even wanted to pay the overexpensive item for you. You didn't want him to, though. You weren't with him for the money. Even though the item would hit your bank account hard, you gave in. He looked too happy at the thought of matching items with his beloved. You had taken your card from your phone case as Jack carried two lightsabers under his arm.

"You know I'm paying, right?" His build was huge, bigger than your much smaller frame. He basically loomed over you as he stood in your way, making you unable to walk past him. When the two of you reached the counter, he put the items down for the worker to scan. Keeping you behind him with his build, he dug his hand in his pocket for his wallet. "Jack stop!" Your whines fell on deaf ears as he ran his card through.

Now you were at his home, sprawled out on the living room floor as you unpacked your lightsabers. "You didn't have to, you know?" Your eyes looked up at him, looking for any form of eye contact you could get. He stopped his focus on cutting the cardboard open as he locked gazes with you, "but I wanted to. Let me treat you, alright?" His words made you blush. You couldn't help but blush, your ears hot to the touch. Jack pulled the plastic safety pins lose, the plastic flying through the air as he held his lightsaber in his hands.

His eyes sparkled as he admired the item from above him. Meanwhile you were still struggling. Jack took notice to this, as he put his lightsaber down on your lap and pulled the other, which was still in the box, out of your grip. You wanted to question him as to why he did that, but he took the knife in his right hand and cut the lightsaber loose. "They're the same, that one is yours now, babe." He gave you a cheeky smile while his focus was still on his lap. Little gestures like these were your favorite— nothing too big, but daily occurrences that showed that he cared.

You got up from your seat with your grip on the lightsaber. "Let's customize it with the stickers I bought!" You had impulsively bought the stickers, not knowing what to do with them. Until now. The two of you could sticker your handles and make it fully matching. You had run to the other side of the living room to take the stickers out of your bag. They were stickers you bought at disneyland: mickey and minnie mouse. A classic. When you ran back, Jack had already freed the lightsaber from the packaging. "Look!" You pressed the stickers in his face as you plopped down in front of him. He held your wrist as he pulled it down to see your bright smile. You were adorable, honestly.

Jack had mickey stickers on his handle while you had minnie stickers. Both handles covered in tiny hearts of different shades that you had chosen for one another. "An garde?!" Jack jumped over the furniture as he hit your lightsaber with his, standing with his socks on the livingroom couch. You moved to the side in a defensive attempt, using your lightsaber to push him away. This made Jack lose his balance for a second, tumbling over the backrest of the couch. You stopped your movements as you slightly peered over the couch. Was he okay? But Jack jumped up from his fall, making you take a step back. The fighting continued as giggles left your lips when Jack ran to take a blanket and wrap it around his shoulders. "If only I was born way earlier, I would nail my role as Jedi!"

"Okay, Anakin Skywalker." You rolled your eyes in a playful manner, stepping towards him as your hits got more offensive. Thus resulting in Jack taking a step back after every hit he stopped. You had driven him in a corner. Victory was yours. Jack looked around as he had no way out. He couldn't lose! He was the true jedi! So he took matters in his own hands— gripping your wrists with both his hands as he pulled you closer to him, your body basically pressed onto his as he peered down at you. You blushed profusely at the action. You were always a sucker for enemies to lovers. "Is this what your enemies to lovers fantasies look like?" He had smirked at you as he said that, his brown eyes staring right at you that had you melting in your stand. You froze in your place as his gaze hypnotized you.

This was his chance. In one swift motion, he had you pressed on the couch with the hand holding your lightsaber unable to move. His was pressed against your chin as he grinned, "I won!" He brought his face close to yours, pressing a loving kiss to your lips as he got out of character. You just whined. Of course, Jack wad an actor. He was too good in this type of stuff.

The door to the living and dining room opened, as his mother walked in, "kids! Dinners ready." She looked around. The place was a mess. The carpet shifted to the wall, the chairs were either fallen over or moved aside with the pillows and blankets scattered all over the floor. Then her eyes landed on the two of you. And the lightsabers.

Teenagers.

His mother shook his head with a chuckle when Jack quickly got off of you, standing in the middle of the living room awkwardly, "we will clean this up I promise."

"You better! Get the table ready as well, alright? Dinner will be served soon." She gave you a knowing look, to which you blushed from, as she walked back to the kitchen— closing the door behind her. "That was so embarrassing!" You got up from the couch and dropped your lightsaber on the now empty space to fold your arms together. "Are you mad that you lost?" He wiggled his eyebrows as he peered down at you, "my little baby is mad!"

"You're so annoying! You're mean!" You looked away as your eyebrows scrunched up into a frown. Jack chuckled at your behavior. You were a little kid sometimes. He grabbed your chin as he forced you to look up at him, thus catching you off guard. This gave him the chance to grab your wrist and pull you against him again. The action made you heat up.

"What was that about being mean?"

"Jackson Champion!"

[trashytoastboi]

🍖Monkey D. Luffy Masterlist🍖

🍖 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Luffy reacting to seeing their timid S/O angry for the first time

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy x Tall! M! S/O

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy x Tall! M! S/O - Pre and Post Timeskip

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy x F! Strong S/O - Pre and Post timeskip

🍖 Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Luffy x Crewmate who has a tendency to wander off

🍖 Headcanons: Sabo, Kid, Luffy x F! Keyblade Wielder

🍖 Headcanons: Ace, Luffy, Zoro x Tall! F! S/O

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Robin, Shanks x S/O - Discovering their S/O is a sea dragon

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji - Reacting to crying S/O who tries to keep everyone happy

🍖 Headcanons: ABO AU! Omega! Zoro, Sanji, Luffy + F! Alpha

🍖 Headcanons – Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Sanji – Reacting to their accident prone S/O

🍖 Scenario: Soul Mate AU! Zoro, Luffy and F! Soul Mate (Poly)

🍖 Scenario: Modern AU! Luffy and Tall! Male! S/O studying together

🍖 NSFW Scenario: Roommate AU! Zoro, Luffy x F! Roommate (Poly)

🍖 Headcanons: Zoro, Kid, Law, Luffy - with a S/O who has a Buster sword

🍖 Headcanons: Ace, Luffy, Law, X-Drake – With extremely kind, caring and protective S/O

🍖 Scenario: ABO AU! Pregnant! Omega! Luffy x Tall! M! Alpha

🍖 Headcanons: NSFW and SFW: Luffy with Feminine! S/O

🍖 Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Law, Kid with Short! Male! S/O who collapses with a fever due to carelessness for his health

🍖 NSFW Scenario: Ace, Sabo, Luffy x F! Reader - #28 Threesome + #38 Bartender AU

🍖 Headcanons: Pre and Post Time Skip – Luffy x Male! S/O with similar personality to Jack Sparrow

🍖 Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Luffy - #11. Making the other laugh & #28. Threesome

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Ace, Zoro, Law – Meeting Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Goofy

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Crocodile - Cuddling with Introverted! Reader

🍖 Headcanons Law, Luffy, Zoro, Ace x S/O that loves horror

🍖 Scenario: Luffy x Male! S/O with Jack Sparrow personality – Remember Every Scar

🍖 Headcanons: Modern AU! Ace, Luffy, Garp, Dragon as celebrities

🍖 Headcanons: Kid, Killer, Luffy x S/O with wings

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Smoker, Doflamingo, Law – Meeting young Xehanort (Kingdom Hearts)

🍖 Headcanons: X-Drake, Law, Luffy with S/O making a wish on a shooting star

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy x Male! Ex-Marine Lieutenant! S/O

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Law, Kid x S/O – who has a split sleeping schedule.

🍖 Headcanons: ABO AU! Alpha! Luffy, Alpha! Sanji, Alpha! Zoro x Omega S/O

🍖 SFW AND NSFW: ABO AU! Alpha! Luffy, Alpha! Sanji, Alpha! Zoro x Omega! S/O Who is in heat

🍖 Headcanons: Ace, Luffy, Garp x Sister!/Grandaughter! Reader - Saving her family at Marineford

🍖 Headcanons: Dad AU! Zoro, Luffy, Ace - Sleeping with their infant on their chest

🍖 Headcannons: Sabo, Law, Luffy x S/O - Reaction to their S/O picking up a magical lamp

🍖 NSFW Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Kid, Law x S/O - First time with their partner who is afraid of being touched and having sex due to their past as a slave

🍖 Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Crocodile, Luffy x Shy! Deaf! Male! S/O

🍖 Headcanons: Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Usopp, Law, Kid x Male! S/O is usually bright and loud but he had a bad day and needs some comfort

🍖 Headcanons: Kid, Law, Shanks, Luffy x S/O - Walking in on their partner “confessing” to their vice captain

🍖 Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Zoro, Kid x Quiet! Calm! S/O - Losing their shit

🍖 Headcanons: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace with Sleepy head S/O – They just love sleeping and taking naps

[runninonemptyy]

*****NOW COMPLETE!******

Summary:

Ian is a fourth-year college student and aspiring photojournalist stuck in a bit of a creative rut and always feeling like he’s trying to escape the ghosts of his past.

Mickey is a deaf, recently paroled janitor on that same college campus, with an uncanny gift for numbers and an even more haunting past.

They meet under the strangest of circumstances, but they will help each other in ways that neither of them ever expected.

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

I've Got Somebody To Love

“Ay, lover, get up. We’re going out for breakfast.” 

It was decided on a whim. Ian sometimes makes remarks about doing couple-y things with Mickey. It’s just not his thing. He’s more than satisfied staying home, eating pizza bagels and watching a shitty movie. 

But he’s far more open now. He’ll go out to a shitty diner so they can eat overly salty food while the waiter tries to make small talk that he’ll ignore, just so Ian can be happy. And he’ll do it because he loves him. Plain and simple. 

“What?” Ian pushes himself up, rubbing his bleary eyes. 

“You deaf or somethin’?” Mickey swats at his foot still under the blanket. “We’re going out for breakfast. No pop tarts for us today.” 

“Why?” 

“My God-do I need a fucking reason to take my husband out?” Mickey is in the midst of grabbing a shirt, and if that shirt so happens to be Ian’s, well so fucking what? He shoots Ian a look of exasperated disbelief. “Jesus...” 

“No,” Ian is a little more awake and he props himself up by his elbows. He stares curiously at Mickey. “But you do hate mornings. And people.” 

“Yeah, well. I’m doing it for you. Said you wanted to do that sometimes. Get your ass up and let’s move.” 

Ian’s grin is blinding. His eyes are all big and doe-y like fucking bambi. Mickey’d be lying if he said it doesn’t make his damn heart beat a little harder. “You know I love you, right?” 

“Yeah, whatever,” Mickey grumbles, going into the bathroom to slather toothpaste on his toothbrush. He tries to suppress his own smile, though he’s more than sure Ian’s already seen it. “If you’re not ready in ten, I’m leaving without you.” 

Ian stretches his arms, just laying there for another minute or two. “I was having a really good dream, you know,” he hums. 

“Oh, yeah?” Mickey says when he’s done in there, his clothes already thrown on. 

Ian catches him by the loop in his jeans, and pulls Mickey a little closer. He peeks up at him through his eyelashes, his voice going low. “Fucking mind-blowing blow job.” 

Mickey grins, holding onto Ian’s chin. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah. And maybe I'll get something mind-blowing from you too someday."

His words set in and Mickey shoves him away, laughing. “You’re a fucking dick.” 

Ian’s laughing too, rolling onto his back again. “You should’ve seen your goddamn face.” 

“Fuck you, man,” Mickey says when he calms down, shaking his head. “Ay, you’re laughing now but not you won’t be later when all you’ve got to touch your dick is your left hand.” 

Ian just raises a lazy arm to flip him off. 

Mickey shuts the door behind him, plopping down on the couch to wait. While he does that, he glances out the window, immediately wrinkling his nose at the sight across at the other side of the building. The couple’s blinds are open, allowing him to see them attempting some kind of yoga position. Thank fuck Ian never actually made him attend that stupid fucking yoga class this place offered. 

Yeah, he’s definitely not doing whatever the hell they're doing. 

What are they doing? Mickey gets up to peer closer. They’re making a box shape, he realizes with his eyebrows furrowed. Or a square? Either way, it’s weird as hell, them all stretched out and held onto each other’s ankles like that. 

Jesus, he could write a fucking book on all the weird ass shit that goes on in this place. 

“You ready?” Ian’s out now, running both hands through his hair. It’s grown out a bit since they’ve been here, not like how Mickey’s had been when he broke out of prison, but he’s got a couple pieces of longer hair like he did back when Svet and Yev were still in the picture. 

“Yeah,” Mickey turns around, and feels warmth pool in his stomach. 

There’s a familiar red and gray checkered flannel he’s wearing over a brown t-shirt. His jeans are dark too, just like Mickey’s. Overall, he looks almost strikingly similar to his fifteen year self, without the fringe, plus his freckles are much lighter now. 

And holy fuck does he look good. Ian’s fiddling with his phone, unaware that Mickey’s blatantly staring. At least for a moment. 

“What?” He says, puzzled. 

And well, at one point back when he was under Terry’s thumb, scared out of his fucking mind and hating himself for who he really was, Mickey would’ve shot back something in response just to get the attention off him. 

Now, he doesn’t have to. 

It kind of hits him right then and there too, even though he’s been open to showing Ian how much he loves him for a while now. 

He doesn’t have to hide it anymore. 

He’ll never have to go through anymore of his life pretending he doesn’t find Ian fucking Gallagher attractive or some shit. And it’s really fucking great. 

Mickey smiles softly, standing in front of him, holding onto a fistful of the flannel. Ian’s hand comes around to rest on the back of his shoulder, and they just stay like that. “You look really fucking good, man.” 

“Okay,” Ian says, amused. 

“M’serious,” Mickey murmurs. “Reminds me of some kid I used to like back in the day.” 

“Oh, yeah?” 

“Some freckly, alien looking fucker. Real annoying.” 

Ian laughs softly, kissing Mickey sweetly. “I could probably say the same about the bastard I have to live with.” 

“Go easy on that bastard. It ain’t easy to live with your ginger ass,” Mickey teases. 

Ian swats at his ass when they let go of each other. “At least I wipe the toilet seat,” he shrugs, grinning when Mickey rolls his eyes. 

“For the love of God, we were in fucking prison!” 

“That’s no reason to leave piss on it!” 

If that couple across the way ever unties themselves, they would see the two of them making gestures with their arms, seemingly yelling until Ian pushes Mickey against the window for a searing kiss. 

Breakfast would have to wait. 

[ange1sang]

a little to the left

2.6k words, gallavich + brief appearance from liam

; canon compliant/post season 11, domestic gallavich, hurt/comfort, trauma, dissociation, vomiting, gentle mickey milkovich

Most days Ian doesn't notice them. The blanks, the disconnect in his mind, the gaps in his memory like potholes in a road filled with oil slick and rainwater. They've been there since his late adolescence, weaving their way into his consciousness and embedding themselves into the membranes that separate his brain from his skull, so that he's used to them. He doesn't have to notice them, not when he can get by just fine without acknowledging them. But that's only on most days. 

Some days the blanks are deep and pitch black, tripping him up or even swallowing him whole. His mind becomes a black hole, everything in disarray and stretched, twisted, deformed until it's all unrecognisable. His childhood is a jumble of scenes from a movie watched on a drunken night, parts of it covered with lumpy, expired Wite-Out and others blotted with blood, smeared and dirty. The confusion makes his head pound and bile rise in his throat. For the longest time he didn't connect the two things. He's been having depressive episodes since he was seventeen, always accompanied by aches and nausea, and it was easy to lump the blanks and gaps in with everything else the depression brought on.

But he's older now, taking medication and watching his routine so that the depression rarely rears its ugly head anymore, yet the days of darkness, confusion and agony persist. They come when he least expects them, when he has a day full of errands to run with his brother or a day he's promised to spend babysitting his niece or nephew. He goes through the motions the way he's taught himself to do on even the hardest days, but it feels like wading through raw sewage in nothing but his boxers, grime and filth splattered against his thighs and clinging to the inside of his nose. He barely survives it, throwing up everything he eats, sometimes before he can reach a toilet bowl, and crawling into his bed deaf to the worried murmurs of his husband. 

It takes him years of survival, white-knuckled and tense-jawed, before it begins to make even a little sense to him. 

"Hey, Ian."

Liam's voice pulls Ian's attention from the comedy rerun he and a sleepy Mickey are watching on the TV. He looks to where his youngest brother is sitting at their kitchen table, school laptop illuminating his face and an old, chewed-up pen in his hand. 

"What's up?" Ian asks, lifting a hand to run his fingers through Mickey's hair. His husband grunts softly, pressing his face down against Ian's shoulder. Liam takes a breath, hesitating before he speaks again.

"You know the club you worked at?" he asks. Ian feels Mickey tense against him, and has to stroke his thumb against his forehead to keep him from cussing at the kid.

"Yeah, what about it?" Ian asks, trying to keep his voice lighthearted. "You aren't thinking of getting a job there, are you?"

"No," Liam says quickly, grimacing at the suggestion. Ian feels something in his chest relax. "I'm writing a paper on CSA for my psych class - you think it'd be okay if I interview you? Interviews get us extra points."

"CSA?" Ian asks, raising an eyebrow. Liam hesitates again, looking sheepish and guilty all of a sudden. 

"Childhood sexual assault," he clarifies after mulling it over for a long minute. The second the words leave his mouth Mickey lifts his head from Ian's shoulder and glares at the teen.

"Write a paper on those fuckin' drooling dogs or something, man," he says, which would be funny if it weren't for how his jaw clenches once the words have left his mouth. "Leave your family outta that shit, we got enough people lookin' at us like social experiments already."

"Right," Liam mumbles, but his eyes don't move from Ian, who feels his face stiffening like concrete. "Okay, sorry."

"Nah, it's fine," Ian whispers, his voice barely audible even though he tried to speak normally. He turns his head away from his brother, back to the TV. The blue light of the screen suddenly takes on a purple tinge, spotlights moving against the inside of Ian's eyelids and illuminating dark, dirty floors soiled with bodily fluids and pills that had been crushed beneath someone's shoe. His veins throb in his arms, skin suddenly too tight for his flesh, like he's waking up with a bad hangover, dry-mouthed and disoriented.

"Ian."

He feels his lips forming a frown on his face but they don't belong to him, invisible fingers pulling down the corners of his lips to turn him into a sad mime. Mickey's hand, warm and rough cups his cheek. He blinks and the dirty floor disappears, replaced with worried blue eyes and dark, furrowed brows.

"Hey. Baby."

"I'm fine," his reply comes, automatic and without thought, before he even thinks the words. Clearly, this does nothing to soothe Mickey, eyes darting around Ian's face. His thumb rubs Ian's temple, stroking the vein that feels like it's about to burst. "I'm... I'm fine."

Mickey draws in a sharp breath, looking like he's ready to scold him, but he doesn't say anything. He shoots Liam a brief but withering look, before leaning in to kiss Ian's forehead. 

"Okay," he mumbles, and slumps back against the sofa, but not without guiding Ian's head to rest against his shoulder. 

Ian's chest is tight and aching, but he's fine. He's totally fine.

When he wakes up the next morning it's to Mickey yelling from the kitchen.

"Ian! You want coffee?"

He stiffens in their bed, his husband's voice sounding foreign. 

"Ian?"

No, it isn't his husband's voice. It's the name. Ian. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to recall the last time he heard that name, but all his mind can offer are broken, fragmented memories of strangers whispering Curtis or Clayton or Benjamin in his ear, their breath hot against his skin. The familiarity of the names is soothing and torturous all at once, and before he knows what's happening his stomach is squeezing, pushing. He sits up but barely manages to lift his head from his pillow before a stream of weak, beige-green liquid pours from his mouth, puddling on the sheets and dripping down his chin. He stares at the pool of vomit, gears moving in his head like he's looking at an old friend. 

"Hey, man, you want coffee or-"

Mickey's voice stops just as abruptly as his movements, the man standing in the bedroom doorway like a statue. Ian turns his head to look at him, the small movement dizzying, and feels that same squeeze in his stomach. This time he has the foresight to move his hands, catching the little mouthful of hot, caustic stomach acid in his palms. 

"Ian, c'mon, don't do that," Mickey whispers, approaching slowly and taking hold of Ian's wrists. He allows himself to be manoeuvred, watching as the vomit sloshes from his palms and lands on the bed sheets. The name on Mickey's lips makes Ian's skin prickle, and he curls into himself. He's too big for it to really work, but he must have been small enough once. Must have been small enough to fold into himself like an ashen baby bird, all skin and bone and ruffled feathers. He tries to curl into himself further, trying to remember where the instinct comes from, but all he sees is a bottomless pit. Panic curls around his throat like barbed wire. "Come on, you gotta wash your hands. I can help you."

"No, I..." Ian mumbles, his own voice startling him. He stares down at his palms, feeling fabric against his skin. Expensive fabric, yarn woven into fine cotton with 2% spandex, fabric he's never been able to afford, not even on his wedding day, but that he must have touched at some point. Blearily, he looks at Mickey, meets his worried gaze through thick tears that refuse to pour down his cheeks even as he blinks over and over. His breath catches in his throat. "I don't feel right."

"That's okay. I got you," Mickey reassures him. Lips press against his forehead in a sweet kiss. "Come on, babe. It's okay."

Mickey takes his hands, not recoiling or frowning when the still-warm vomit touches his skin. He smiles, soft, small, scared, and helps the redhead stand up. 

"You're fine. I got you," he repeats, and kisses the dense patch of freckles on Ian's shoulder. The touch is familiar, and this time the familiarity is comforting without also being nauseating. He holds on tight to Mickey until their hands are under the running water of their bathroom tap, and as soon as their palms are separated he finds himself leaning into the other man, curling up again, trying to make himself smaller. He can feel Mickey watching him, gauging his condition, taking in his expressions and reaction to every little touch. "You're okay, Ia- baby."

Ian looks up, looks at Mickey's wet lashes when he bites back the name on the tip of his tongue. He doesn't understand why or how, but Mickey always knows what to say and, more importantly, he always knows what not to say. He drags in a deep breath that doesn't really reach his lungs and drops his head so he can hide his face against Mickey's shoulder. Hiding. Even if he can't seem to think of much right now, he knows he's good at hiding.

"Sorry I threw up," he mumbles into Mickey's shoulder, which makes his husband chuckle.

"I've seen you puke before, man," Mickey says. "That fuckin' sushi Debbie made us all eat last year? Playing drinking games with Sandy?"

Ian recognises the memories like the face of a quiet classmate in a yearbook - he can place them in the right environment, but can't picture them doing anything, not even opening their mouth to say 'present' for attendance. He winces, the effort of  trying to pull forth images he knows are there making him dizzy.

"C'mon," Mickey whispers, turning off the tap. "Let's get some breakfast in you. Pepto Bismol with your meds maybe."

"Wait," Ian pleads, not ready to open his eyes and face the world yet. Not when he can't remember his place in it. Again, Mickey takes it in his stride. He pulls Ian into a hug that's firm enough to ground him and gentle enough to remind him that Mickey loves him. The reminder is enough to ease the jelly feeling in his joints just a little, Mickey's thumb moving back and forth against his shoulder blade like it's all he's ever wanted to do, and Ian takes a deep breath. The just-woke-up smell on Mickey, a smell that he knows he's always loved, even if he's never been sure why.

"I love you, man," Mickey murmurs sincerely. Ian relaxes just a little more.

"I love you too."

The day goes by slowly, every bit of it like pulling teeth. He downs his medication and food Mickey gives him even though his stomach twists nervously with each swallow. They watch cartoons on the sofa and Mickey smokes through a pack of cigarettes before dinner, his eyes flicking back and forth between Ian and the TV so often that he must not be getting any of what's on the screen. The vigilance is comforting, a reminder that he really is sitting on their sofa and not just dreaming up the four walls around him, so he doesn't mention it to Mickey. 

By the late afternoon he's falling asleep, tired just from keeping his eyes open and his food down. He lays his head on Mickey's lap, nose pressed into his husband's thigh and shuts his eyes when fingers immediately find their way to his hair, running through his curls and brushing stray hairs from his forehead. 

"You wanna head to the clinic tomorrow, check your meds?" he asks.

"Maybe," is all Ian can muster the energy to say. Mickey hums, thumb rubbing his brow bone.

There's a long pause, long enough that Ian almost falls asleep, before Mickey speaks up again.

"You did good, Ian."

Ian. The name finally sounds familiar again. No bile rises at the sound of it and there's no ache in his chest as he tries to place it. Relief washes over him, icy and overwhelming, and pulls him under. 

The next day he wakes feeling disoriented but not nauseous. His head is on Mickey's chest, his heartbeat steady and reliable where it thumps against his cheek. He takes a deep breath in and lifts a hand to trace a fingertip along the tattoo of his name on his husband's skin, his heart fluttering the same way it used to when they were kids and Mickey would show up at the corner store looking for him. His body feels like his own again, every organ, capillary and freckle back in its rightful place. 

He makes coffee while Mickey sleeps in. He knows after a day like yesterday that Mickey must've been up half the night, watching him sleep as though his next breath might not come, and feels a little guilty at the thought. When he carries two mugs of coffee back to the bedroom and a pack of Oreos pinched between his teeth, Mickey is waiting for him, a smile on his lips.

"Morning, mister," he grumbles, voice sleep-rough in a way that makes Ian giddy. Ian drops the Oreos on the bed and leans in for a kiss, hungry for Mickey's touch more than anything else.

"Good morning," he replies, handing Mickey his mug and settling in next to him.

"You feelin' okay? Wanna hit the clinic after breakfast?" Mickey asks cautiously, watching Ian's expression for any telltale signs that he's hiding something.

"Nah, I'm... I'm okay," Ian mumbles, shrugging. "I don't know what was up yesterday, it was like everything was a few inches to the left or something. I couldn't remember shit."

He looks at Mickey and smiles at the crease between his worried brows. 

"I'm okay now, Mick. Seriously."

Mickey grunts, frowning in a way that lets Ian know he's sorting his thoughts into words that make sense. They're halfway through their coffee before he's ready to speak, but Ian doesn't mind the waiting. He doesn't mind much when it comes to Mickey these days, at least not as much as he claims to.

"Y'know, Svetlana had days like that," he says, slow and unsure. "She'd get pukey and shit, couldn't hold a conversation... It was weird, 'cause she was always so fuckin' headstrong y'know? Seein' you like that..."– Mickey pauses, reaches out to cup Ian's cheek for a moment and rubs his thumb over the freckles on his temple. –"Maybe you should see a shrink, talk about the stuff that happened at the club."

Something clicks in Ian's head at the mention of Svetlana, all of the blanks, disconnects and gaps in his mind making a little more sense now.

"Yeah. Maybe," he sighs, and turns his head to press a kiss to Mickey's palm. "Thanks for not freaking out."

"Anytime," Mickey says with a small, worried smile. Just a couple of years ago Ian would've felt guilty for being the cause of his worry, but he understands it now. They're husbands. They're always going to worry about each other. 

"I love you," he tells Mickey, which earns him one of those shiny-eyed smiles he adores with all his heart. 

"Love you too, Red."

Maybe tomorrow he'll book himself an appointment at the clinic. Today though, all he wants to do is make up for the time he lost yesterday.

[badassfetish]

#2 @galladrabbles for "please" prompt by @thepupperino #si planning trigger alert

------------------------------ Feels like a gray day Can't drug, smoke or drink it away Mickey's mistake. Ian's heartache The pain is quite fair. Unlikely repair

He puts himself in detention Begs again for redemption Vengeance deepens when he tries Green eyes don't care if he dies

He tried it all Ten missing calls Ian was out of reach Turned deaf for his speech

Tonight Mickey would give up Shattered dreams drowned in a cup A loaded gun set to blow up

He'd go silent, no drama Fully prepared for a permanent coma One last prayer on his knees Quietly whispering "Ian, please.."

[look-i-love-u]

Galladrabbles - Nerves

This week's @galladrabbles is inspired by my favourite Baba's, @energievie, prompt:

“Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.” - Jane Austen

So it's time to rattle some nerves!

This drabble is part of my ongoing drabble series Gallavich Gate 3, which you can read: HERE

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Ian looks at his half-orc on screen. He looks bored. He hasn’t moved for twenty minutes now while Mickey and himself keep chatting.

“Work’s been fucking crazy.” Mickey groans. “So glad the shift…ehm, the week’s over.”

“Absolutely.. Same. Everyone’s stretched thin.” Ian nods.

“Seriously! People should get their stupid shit together. How many accidents can happen in one city?”

“Accidents?” Ian’s heart jumps. What?

“Ehm. Nothing. Fuck. Ignore me. Just… I gotta go. Logging out. Over.”

Ian’s heart thuds heavily. Shift. Accidents. Over…. 

Fuck?! Has he been… fucking deaf? What the fuck! He knows that voice! 

He knows Mickey’s voice!

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this for a lovely anon, I hope you like it!

It is a Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x deaf!female!reader imagine.

Thank you @footprintsinthesxnd for proofreading!

Warnings: reader has a hearing impairment

You were going out for groceries with Nat to prepare dinner to meet her friends for the first time when you realized that you were standing in the same aisle in which you had first met her, the love of your life, all these months ago.

You had just put the glass of jam into your cart when you saw a gorgeous woman approach you, with a wide smile and her eyes trained on you as she began to speak.

Her smile was entirely infectious and you couldn’t help but smile back, but your face soon turned apologetic as you tried to focus on the movement of her lips to keep up with what she was saying.

You chuckled gently, your eyes focusing back on hers when she finished speaking.

The way the woman was looking at you as well as her beautiful combination of light skin and dark hair took your breath away, and it took you a moment before you could react.

You raised your hand to your ear and gently shook your head with an apologetic smile on your lips, trying to show her that you couldn’t communicate with her the way she wanted you to.

Nat’s reaction had only taken a second as she had thought about it before pulling out her phone and quickly typing away at it.

She turned her phone so you could look at it and read what she had written in the notes app, the heat rushing into your cheeks as your eyes met hers again.

‘I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, I just needed you to know that’ were the words beaming at you from her phone screen, and you felt similarly glowing as well.

You had been taken aback, the heat in your cheeks only ever intensifying as your heart rate quickened.

You didn’t quite know what to do but Natasha turned her phone back to herself to type, a hopeful smile playing around the corners of her lips.

When she turned the phone again the screen read ‘can I get your number?’, and you had gladly given it to her.

She had texted you immediately and you had a conversation over text messages while standing in front of each other, taking in the other’s reaction.

Now a few months had gone by, and you had developed a relationship that you and Natasha lived for.

Natasha had learned to communicate with you through simple touches, glances, and of course ASL, which she had picked up rather quickly, and you were grateful for her.

It wasn’t that you were grateful that she did any of these things, it was important and expected of a partner after all, but you were incredibly happy you had found Natasha.

She was kind, caring, funny and a force to be reckoned with, she was headstrong, breathtaking, beautiful, and didn’t let anyone tell her what to do.

You were always so happy whenever you were with her and you moved in together so you could see each other as often as possible.

You were so proud of Nat for what she did and who she was and she was just as proud of you, you could see it in the way she looked at you when others were around.

Nat had asked you whether you wanted to meet her fellow aviators and you had agreed happily, seeing as they had asked to meet you after hearing about you and seeing how happy and at ease you made Nat.

It was obvious she loved you in the way she even just glanced at you, her eyes losing the hardness and fierceness to be replaced with a softness and adoration that was unmatched.

Nat had only ever told them nice things about you and when her friends saw you so tentative and curled into your girlfriend’s side they understood why.

You seemed sweet and shy and just about the perfect person for Nat, someone she could be vulnerable with for once in her life.

Bradley, Jake, Bob, Javy, Mickey, and Reuben all greeted Nat before they turned to you, with Bradley hugging you and everyone else following his example.

It was a heartfelt gesture and you immediately felt at ease, feeling accepted and welcome in their presence.

It was strange for you to come into a circle of like-minded people who did something you couldn’t even fathom for a job, but every one of them was as kind as could be to you.

The conversation started slowly and was rather awkward at first, with everyone standing around the living room with drinks in their hands, but surprisingly Bob was the one who broke the ice.

You were just about to escape back into the kitchen to check on the food that was still in the oven when Bob addressed you, his eyes catching yours and a timid smile appearing on his face, which you mirrored.

“So, how did you two meet?” You read from his lips and were reaffirmed with Nat signing the words to you, and you were glad Bob had asked you instead of Nat, even though he had probably heard it from her already.

You were quick to sign back at her, a wide smile on your lips as you saw the way she reacted to your response.

Nat blushed and smiled and her eyes were only trained on you, her love and focus on you as well.

“She says ‘I was at the supermarket and didn’t know that I was looking for her all my life. But when she tapped my shoulder and told me that she thought I was beautiful I knew that Nat was the one I had been waiting on’”, she translated and you smiled at her, happy to have her and very proud of how quickly she had learned to read sign language.

‘I didn’t tell you you were beautiful, I said you are the most beautiful woman I ever met. And I stand by that statement’, she signed back at you, and you had to laugh at how determined she was to get that point across.

When you laughed Nat looked at you as if the world revolved around you, and you leaned in to kiss her lips tentatively once you had finished laughing.

The others just watched your small exchange with compassionate smiles, seeing and also to an extent feeling the love you shared in their chests as well.

You led some more of those small conversations before the timer on your phone buzzed, signaling that the food was ready.

Nat sat next to you at the dinner table, always trying to sign as much as she could to you.

It was an evening filled with stories and laughter, Nat translated what her friends said and sometimes signed funny comments of well-meant jokes about her friends to you, and you signed back with just as much happy enthusiasm.

From then on Nat took you with her wherever she went, to the Hard Deck, to meet friends at their place, or to Navy events, where she was adamant to get an interpreter for the speeches.

You were always beside her with a smile that was fueled by her love and devotion to you, which you of course gave right back to her.

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Signs

request(s): A fic where ur maverick’s daughter and roosters best friend and Jake tries to hit on you but fails? + Can I request something where Jake is dating someone deaf? I don’t see a lot of representation and I feel like there should be more! Thx!

warnings: i'm not deaf, so there will most likely be inaccuracies, but i did take asl in high school and have kept in contact w/ some Deaf classmates

a/n: sign language is in italics, written out in english rather than asl format ---- Bradley waited for Pete to finish with the newest class of Top Gun students, knee bouncing as he sat in one of the empty seats.

"What's got your panties in a bunch?"

Bradley rolled his eyes at his wingman, and Jake narrowed his eyes. "This the same reason why Maverick cancelled training for tomorrow?"

At the mention of his name, the Captain walked into the room, flight suit tied around his waist. "What did I do?"

"Rooster's gonna bounce a hole into the floor, all I asked is if it was the same reason you're letting the new guys off the hook tomorrow?"

Pete nodded, grabbing his eyes. "It is. Come on, kid. We're gonna be late."

Bradley waisted no time, hopping up and following his godfather out of the room.

Jake stared at the two retreating men. "See you tomorrow, I guess!"

Hours later, the go-to drinking hole near base was filing up as usual.

"What's on tap tonight, Penny my dear?" Jake asked, sauntering into The Hard Deck.

The older woman looked up from where she was drying glasses, soft smile on her face. "Same as usual, Jake."

The aviator thought for a moment, before ordering his usual. "Hey, do you know why Rooster was all anxious today? Could barely keep up with the drills."

"I do, yes."

"Why?"

"Oh no, not getting an answer out of me that easily. They'll tell you when they want you to know. Now," Penny nodded over to Javy near the dartboard, "I think you're needed over by the back."

Jake huffed, taking his pint and going over to his best friend. "Hey, you ready to lose?"

The two men played a couple rounds of darts before the rest of the Dagger squad arrived, the group starting their usual game of pool.

"There he is!" Mickey cheered, thankful Bradley had shown up. "Finally, someone who can rival Phoenix at pool."

Bradley snorted, taking the cue from his friend's hand. "How many games you lose, Fanboy?"

"Too many." The shorter aviator frowned, going to the bar to grab another round.

Jake was distracted, eyeing up the woman who had walked into the bar a few moments after his friend. "I'll be right back."

No one seemed to hear him, so he nodded his head and dipped from the group, going to introduce himself to the mystery woman.

"Can I get you a drink?" He asked.

No response, not even a pity smile.

Jake sighed, wracking his mind to figure out if he had seen this woman on base, with another aviator or sailor, anything to explain her lack of response.

"Okay, no drink, anything on the food menu you like?" Jake asked, presuming the woman wasn't into drinking.

Still no response, so he nodded to himself and made the walk of shame back to his friends, who had since noticed his disappearance.

"She give you the cold shoulder?" Rueben asked, laughing at his friend.

Bradley had a smirk on his lips as he brought his beer bottle to his lips. "Nice one, Bagman."

"Like you could do any better, Bradshaw." Jake shot back, finishing off his beer.

"I'm sure I could, but not with her."

"Why?" Mickey asked, always ready for gossip among the aviators.

Bradley was silent for a moment. "That's Mav's daughter, closest thing to a sister I have. So," Bradley set his bottle on the table. "I'd rather go through Coffin Corner again than ask her out."

"Maverick has a daughter? Since when?" Mickey voiced the question everyone but Bradley was thinking.

"Since her mom dumped her at Mav's place when she was three." Bradley's voice lacked emotion. "I'll never forget when he first showed up with her, thought my mom was going to lose her mind right then and there."

Not knowing how to change the topic subtly, Bob was the first one to speak up, asking if anyone wanted to rack the balls for a new game. --- Tying his flight suit around his waist, Jake started walking over to the hangar where he knew Pete would be, hoping to get advice on some improvements for his next module for the Ensigns.

He stopped when he saw the man standing in front of his own plane, hands moving rapidly.

"Oh." Jake mumbled softly, wishing he had been anywhere else, not about to break up what appeared to be an argument.

Pete turned his head when he heard Jake accidentally kick an abandoned wrench. "Hangman?"

"Could I talk to you for a second, Mav? If you have time, no rush." Jake spoke quickly, eyes dancing between the two, noticing the similarities of father and daughter.

"Yeah, yeah, just-" Pete signed something to his daughter, who huffed and stormed away, eyes catching Jake's for a brief moment.

"What's up?" Pete asked, wiping his hands on the rag in his pocket, some oil sticking to his knuckles.

"I was going over the plan that you said we could use for the new guys, and I noticed some stuff was different than what Admiral Kane wants them to know."

Pete stared at the young aviator. "Is there a reason why you came to me rather than just going to ask Kane?"

Not having a good reply, Jake opened his mouth before clamping it shut.

"That was my daughter." Pete explained, nodding to the open hangar doors.

"Yeah, Bradshaw mentioned it the other night. I didn't know you had a daughter."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Hangman." Pete spoke, voice clipped. "Just- for the plans, put in whatever Kane wants to add. That's what I do."

Jake nodded, thanking his superior. "Thanks, Mav." --- You watched as Bradley thanked the barista, taking the two cups from him and walking back over to the table you had claimed when you walked in.

"A coffee for you." Bradley said, setting one cup down on the table, taking a long sip from the other.

Who's the blonde guy you fly with? You asked, wasting no time with small talk. You had known the man across from you for almost your entire life, you knew he was always going to say he was doing fine.

Bradley coughed on the coffee, setting down his cup. Why?

I asked first. Who is he?

"No one you need to concern yourself with." Bradley spoke as he signed, a habit of his. "His callsign's Hangman. He's known for leaving his wingman."

The callsign was familiar to you, your dad having mentioned him after the uranium mission. He's the one who saved you and Dad. Why do you hate him?

"I don't hate him, but I don't particularly like him, either." Bradley took another swig from his drink. "Again, why do you want to know who he is?"

Shrugging, you brought the coffee to your lips. Curiosity.

Bradley knew you well enough to guess where the conversation was heading. "He's going to break your heart, he's not one to settle down."

Doesn't hurt to ask. Will he be at the bar?

"Yes, why?" Bradley asked, not liking where this conversation was going.

You're going to introduce me, I want to know the guy who saved the lives of the two most important people in my life.

"Fine, but not just to him. That'll be too weird. You can meet everyone." Bradley wagered, smiling when you relented to his ask. --- Bradley chewed on his lip as he waited for your Lyft to drop you off outside the bar.

Both he and Pete had offered to drive you over to the bar, but they both had to be on-base all day, and you had spent the day in San Diego, so a ride-share made the most sense.

“Hey, Rooster, why don’t you get a beer, she’ll text you when she’s here.” Pete joined his godson outside.

“I’m good.”

“Bradley.” Pete looked at the younger aviator. “She can handle herself, has been for a while now.”

Growing up, Bradley had been your guardian angel, so-to-speak. He was in the grade above you, and was a force to be feared when the kids at school made fun of you.

“She still like ciders?” Bradley asked, standing from where he was hunched, leaning on the railing.

“Oh yes, first thing she asked for after you dropped us off.”

Bradley laughed, going in to order two hard ciders.

---

You smiled at the driver as you got out of the car, making sure you had your phone and purse before closing the door.

You had texted Bradley that you were in front, but assuming he was with his friends, you didn’t wait for him to greet you.

Pulling the door open, you were met with the smell of stale alcohol and multiple colognes, creating a unique smell you hadn’t realized you missed.

Penny smiled from the bar, nodding her head over to the corner where you noticed Bradley’s distinct Hawaiian shirt.

Sending her a smile, you made your way over, moseying around a few khaki-clad men and women.

Bradley spun around when he felt a tap on his shoulder, face breaking out into a wide smile.

“Hey, you made it!” He greeted you, handing you the hard cider that he had gotten a few minutes ago.

Having noticed the newcomer, the dagger squad all paused their game of pool, wanting to meet you.

“Everyone, this is Mav’s daughter,” Bradley introduced you, before pointing to each member and signing as he spoke.

It’s nice to finally put faces to the names my dad has been praising for a while. You signed, Bradley interpreting for you.

“I thought Rooster was pulling our legs when he said Mav had a kid, honestly.” Mickey said, smiling at you.

Jake had been silent during the introductions, choosing to watch as you reacted to each callsign, eyebrow raising when Bob was mentioned.

He noticed the twinkle in your eye, and how you had a scar poking above your eyebrow. He noticed that you were wearing some cut-off shorts and a loose top, the go-to for the hot San Diego summers.

“-is Hangman, but you already knew that.”

Jake was brought out of his thoughts when he heard his name, smiling at you. “It’s nice to see you again. Hopefully all’s well with your dad?”

Bradley signed Jake’s words, and you snorted.

“He’s just an old man who doesn’t know his head from- no, I’m not going to interpret that. Oh my God.” Bradley groaned. “It was a mistake introducing you to everyone.”

You slapped his shoulder, though you had a smile on your face.

The dagger squad had accepted you with open arms, and Mickey wasted no time telling you the dirt on the rest of the squad, Bradley having even learned a thing or two.

---

Over the following days, Jake had learned more about you from his flights with Bradley. “Can I ask you something personal?”

“If I say no, are you going to ask me anyway?” Bradley asked, squinting as he looked over at his wingman as the two went over the post-flight checklist.

“No.”

The answer stunned Bradley, who was honestly expecting the opposite. “Ask away.”

Jake paused, gnawing on his lip. “Is Y/N seeing anyone?”

Bradley looked up from where he was scribbling the time they finished flying. “Why?”

Shrugging, Jake toyed with the dog tags, a nervous habit he had developed during the uranium mission training. “Curiosity.”

Bradley chuckled at the answer, remembering when you had replied the same the other day when he asked why you wanted to know about Jake.

“No. She’s not seeing anyone.”

Jake smiled, wiping a speck of dirt off his helmet.

“I know it’s hard for you, but try not to do anything stupid. She’s been though enough, getting played doesn’t have to be on that list.”

---

Days later, you were sitting at the cafe you and Bradley often met at, though this time you were nose-deep in potential employers.

A sudden shift on the table made you jump, heart racing. Looking up, you let out a breath when you saw Jake.

“Sorry, sorry!” He said, fist moving in a circle around his chest.

Stunned, you pointed to him and rose an eyebrow. You sign?

Jake blanched, sitting in the seat across from you. “Clearly not enough.”

You laughed, pulling your phone out of your purse and opening the Notes app.

Do you know sign language? You signed sorry.

Jake looked at you as you passed the phone over, eyes falling to the screen.

“I don’t, not enough to hold a conversation.” Jake spoke, thankful Bradley had mentioned that you could get by reading lips, so long as the person didn’t speak too fast or too slow.

“But I’m learning. I’d really like to get to know you, and what better way than learning a new language?”

You smiled, grabbing your phone.

No one has ever done that before. Thank you, Jake. What do you know now?

Jake smiled, rambling off the various words and phrases he had memorized, smile growing as you nodded for encouragement and helped fix the positioning for certain words.

You’ll be a pro in no time, it took Dad weeks to learn this stuff!

Laughing, the two of you spent hours talking, getting to know each other, before you two were nicely kicked out of the cafe so they could close.

“It was nice getting to talk to you, can we do this again?” Jake asked, not wanting the night to end.

I’d love that. You signed, mouthing the words as you did.

The two of you set a night each week to meet up, and before anyone knew it, the two of you were inseparable, finishing each other’s sentences.

---

a/n: do i get the award for not knowing how to finish anything? Because I think I do!!

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[mmmichyyy]

Hi, hi! I came across a few of your fic rec posts and just wanted to ask if you know of any fics where either of the boys are deaf and use sign language?

I’m deaf and would really love to read a fic incorporating sign or the deaf community. Short, long, wip, complete it doesn’t matter to me!

- anon v ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ

hi anon! here are some fics i found in my bookmarks. hope you find something you like :)

silent as sunlight by pigzxo (deaf mickey & college au)

the silence won't be as lonely by orphan account (also deaf mickey & college au)

is there somewhere by andchaos (mute ian & soulmate au)

i also found some more fic recs from @gallavichfanficlibrary here and here <3

if anyone else has any more recs please let me know!

[suzy-queued]

@gallavichthings

A.U.gust day 9: College Inspired by one of the first fics I ever read, Silent as Sunlight. Ian notices a deaf Mickey trying to read their professor’s lips. Ian offers his help, and Mickey refuses (of course).

Full gallery here | Prompt list here

[houseofmouselove100]

King Larry looks for Mickey but makes more mess

He enters Horace's cabin but plays with the buttons turning on several lights and almost leaves Horace deaf.

He enters a dressing room where the musical band of vultures is but then he attacks them with the instruments, making them leave.

Then he goes to the kitchen and he didn't realize that he pushed Goofy and Gus into a banana cake

Everyone complains about King Larry so Mickey talks to him and puts him in his place.

[prefectkai]

If my mc is based on Mickey Mouse I want to make an RSA human outlander based on Donald

My thoughts about him so far is

- angry short king

-deaf so it’s hard for him to communicate

- him and Kai are old friends (they fight each other a lot)

-not the person you’d expect to go to rsa

-maybe he have his own version of grim

[gallawitchxx]

🔮💨 crystal ball weed bong mickey 🔮💨

part 10 for @galladrabbles "truce" by @gardenerian

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He watches Gallagher’s eyes snap to the money. It’s today’s fee returned, plus a little extra; whatever else was in Mickey’s pocket now collateral for his cowardice. 

But he doesn’t take it. He doesn’t move at all.

“You fuckin’ deaf or somethin’?” Mickey shouts. Agitated. “In case you didn’t notice, we’re done here.”

Gallagher looks up. Stares straight into his goddamn soul. It’s terrifying—electrifying—and doesn’t hold a candle to the turmoil that rolls through him when that contact is suddenly gone, his gaze dropping to Mickey’s lips.

He fixates like he thinks they’ve already agreed to a truce.