#mute! reader

[kriffingunlucky]

Commander Wolffe x mute! reader

A pretty long one I’d been working on for ages. Hope you enjoy! :’)

The seemingly endless battle continues, blaster fire and explosions erupt in the once peaceful village, destruction following the noise. Running as fast as your legs could carry you, you stay down low and crouched against a wall, eyes set on your destination. It was a cage of your people, trapped and imprisoned by the Separtists. Jumping and grabbing onto a ledge of a crumbled home, you pull yourself up and walk along the thin wall, bending down before you leap onto one of the droids guarding the cell, the one nearest to you. Arms wrapping around it’s neck piece, feet steadied against it’s back, you grab it’s head in attempts to rip it off before it yells. But,

“AHHHH!!”

That didn’t work too well. It’s friend turns and shoots at you, one of the lazer bolts skimming your shoulder but you don’t let go, you jerk your body to move the clanker with you. The other shoots the one you’re on, blasting it’s head off of it’s shoulders and making you fly backwards. You tumble, with the disabled droid’s head in hand, you sit up enough to pitch the thing at the last droids head with all your might. You knock it’s block off as well.

No time to rest. You tell yourself as you get up off of the ground, your brown robes dirty and torn from past encounters, placing a firm foot on the droid you grab its arm and rip it off with a large yank. Sparks fly.

Walking up to the entrance you wave the people back, then swing and smash the controls, setting off an alarm but opening it. You wave them forward, summoning them to follow you, they all mummer and thank you, expressing how grateful or scared they are. Running and stopping at the end of a hallway, you lift a slab of stone up, jerking your head for them to go inside and quickly.

They do.

They all file inside and crouch down, it wasn’t much, but they were away from captivity and danger for the most part. It was an old basement of a destroyed house that you’d noticed running over there, smiling softly and putting a finger to your lips before you close the entrance for good. You’d caught smiles, thank yous and tears before the hole was covered again. Your hands were bloody, as well as your legs and shoulder now, but you couldn’t stop. You climb the building and scout the best way to the next capture point. But something catches your eye.

It was a clone.

One single clone, standing in front of a small girl, defending her from waves of droids. Your eyes dart everywhere, when you see a nearby building with some supplies. Your feet start to carry you before you could even react, leaping the large cracks of the different structures and when you land, you snatch a grenade. Pulling the pin and pitching it as hard as you could to the flood of droids, it explodes and does two things.

One, is that it gives him a moment to breathe because it took down many droids. And two is that it caught the attention of fellow clones nearby, so he’s getting reinforcements right now. His brothers skillfully shooting down the enemy forces and assisting him.

Smiling in satisfaction, you turn away and gather the newly found stuff into your empty satchel. Sliding down a pole from the top of a building, you adjust your robes and begin progressing into more dangerous territory. Your hands grip the staff that you’d found tightly as you turn a corner, coming across another prison, but also more droids. You slide against the walls and duck, when they turn your way, checking before dashing to a closer spot.

They should walk directly beside me, then I can take them down and free my people before more of them come. I can lead them back to where I left the others.

Gripping the staff and steadying out your trembling hands, you can hear their clanking footsteps.

One.

Two.

THREE!

Swinging around the corner and smashing the one, you jump sideways to avoid the shot, then destroy the other one. Panting and hurrying to the door of the cell, not having to wave them backwards because they were already huddled together in a corner, you swing relentlessly and shatter the control panel. This cell being the biggest you’ve ever penetrated, you were worried something would go wrong, so you hurry. Ripping open the door and waving them to follow, the reluctantly do so, you check if the coast is clear then you lead them back to the previous hiding place you’d found. Struggling to move the slab again, you hear strained gasps and choked sobs, but you pop into the doorway and smile to reassure them.

Waving at them to make room. They don’t understand, so you mouth to them to move. Still not understanding you grunt and move backwards, just continuing to show the others inside, they’ll readjust. You don’t have time for this.

After all of them crawl in, you are barely able to move the slab back, your body shaking madly. You’d lost too much blood and exerted yourself in many ways, but you push yourself to walk from that position. You couldn’t be caught, having them found as well. Swaying as you speed walk to a small spot you see across the way, you get knocked off of your feet by a Commando Droid.

Your mouth moves to cry out in pain, for help, but you couldn’t. The strain of it’s metal foot pressed against your chest makes you gasp for air, beating on it’s leg in an attempt to move it, but you couldn’t. Looking to the side and seeing two more of them stalking towards where you were, you panic, moving your arm far enough back to dig in your bag. You pull you a detonator and activate it, struggling to roll it across the ground, you throw it towards the enemy forces.

Somehow, out of sheer luck, it knocks them off of their feet. And when they stand back up they storm towards you. Clacking in their robotic language the one stepping on you presses hard, making you wheeze, tears prick your eyes as the world goes black slowly. Pointing the gun at you, you flinch, but nothing happens.

A loud bang is heard as the pressure is released, your eyes snapping open as you attempt to scurry away. Gunfire is heard from behind you, which makes you jump. Looking backwards and seeing a force of clones invading, you almost cry. You were safe. They were safe.

Once they shoot down all of the commando’s and secured the area, one of them kneels beside you. On his helmet, under his visor had a smeared looking design. “You okay, ma’am?” He asks, touching the singed clothes around your shoulder wound.

You nod slowly, your body trembling. Mouthing to him frantically and pointing towards where your people were, he tilted his head in a puzzled way. His hand retracting and body freezing.

Your face drops as you attempt to stand, knowing you’d have to show them, but your knees gave out which made you fall back down on your ass. Making your shoulders drop, your eyes darting downwards.

“Don’t try to get up, you’re hurt pretty badly. Erm, just stay here, m’kay?” He asks as he stands, declaring as he walks away. “I’ll be back in a sec!”

You watch him walk towards another clone, placing his hands on his hips as they talk. Both looking back at you, the one he walked up to nods before starting towards you, the other following behind. Taking his helmet off when he reaches you, he kneels down, looking you in the eye.

You blink a couple times, cheeks gaining a pink hue as you look at his handsome face. He had strong, sharp features; his jawline could probably cut a diamond. His skin was a dark shade, a lighter colored scar running through his left eye, which you take note that it was a cybernetic eye. But his other eye was a natural, deep brown. His ears were big, lips were big and hands were big as he reached forward and touched your arm to inspect your burn.

Looking away from him in a shy way you let out a large breath, continuing to tell yourself mentally that you’re okay and they’re okay. You’re okay and they’re okay. It was hard to believe that you didn’t die due to the risks that you took.

Jerking your arm away quickly because of the sudden pain that was caused, you look at him wide eyed. Shaking slightly and trying to steady your breath, you look down apologetically.

“So you’re mute?” He asks sort of awkwardly as he takes your arm again, more gently.

You nod and glance at him, not meaning to stare a bit too long as he was focused on your arm. He’d wrapped it up and was now tying off the bandage. His brows creased and lips pressed together, he glances to you and meets your (e/c) eyes. “Is there a problem, miss?” He raises a brow. The fact that you think he’s hot totally flying by his head and making him think you’re just trying to gain his attention.

Caught off guard, you shake your head with a blush. Lifting your arms to ask him to help you up he understands and does so, but doesn’t let you stray from him. He lets you use him as a crutch as he walks with you. You lead him and his men to the spot that you’d lead the people to, your heart hammering when you see that the building beside it had been completely demolished, leaping away from the Commander you fall to your knees as you move the rubble with much problem. Your eyes were watering and you could barely move a few pieces, looking back to the clone with a panicked expression.

Wolffe took action off of that and ordered his men to start moving the slabs of stone, him helping after comming his General and informing him of his status, he grunts once him and his men carry away a large piece. Dropping it with a thud you scamper to the now exposed entrance. Tugging on it with much resistance, you manage to move it.

Looking into the not so big space, you narrow your eyes. You couldn’t really see anything but you began crying once you saw that they were all there.

They really are safe.

Your shoulders slouch and you look back to the Commander with a huge smile, who had a puzzled look on his face, but when he squatted down and saw those people he realized.

“Did you save them?” Wolffe looked at you, eyebrows raised.

Your tears didn’t stop as you nodded. Your emotions all hitting you at once you couldn’t function properly, you couldn’t bring yourself to your feet or to move. So he scooped you up carefully, allowing his men to start helping the civilians out. Cradling you in his arms as your wiped your tears, he didn’t seem to mind holding you either.

All of them are safe, they’re all okay. You think and that only makes you sob harder, curling up in his arms. Closer to him as you whimper.

Wolffe carries you to the Medic that had just arrived with Master Plo Koon, explaining to him the extent of your injures, which weren’t too bad but he still wanted to get you fixed up. At least he thought they weren’t.

The medic made him lay you down on a mat he’d rolled out, which made you whine slightly, flinching. Looking up at Wolffe who did the same, they exchange a look then the medic begins looking over your form. You didn’t break your legs nor arms, but you did sprain your wrist and bruise your ribs. Your adrenaline had worn off by now and you were very obviously in pain, so he gave you strong pain killers.

Eyes half lidded as you blink and look around frantically, startled by the numbness, you meet the medic’s kind eyes. “Take a hold of his hand.”

He softly directs you to hold Wolffe’s large hand, in which you do, and smile at him as he nods down at you. Not noticing that the large clone had glared at the medic because of this.

You finally fall unconscious and the medic finishes his job, bandaging up your bangs and nicks. He re-bandages your shoulder wound after applying bacta, sighing. “She lost a good bit of blood and when she wakes up she’ll be quite weak. I’m assuming she did all of that destruction that we couldn’t track?”

“She did.” The Commander grunts in reply. “Surprisingly enough she took out a couple posts, where they were using her people as human shields, and brought them to that building. Saving them.”

“She must be very tired then.” The medic smiles and smooths your hair out gently, wiping some dirt off of your face, before standing to leave. “I’m assuming you’ll be taking care of her until she’s well?” He smirks.

Wolffe was dazed, only slightly, as he ran his fingers through your hair. It was so soft. He’s never touched something he’s liked so much. Such a beautiful (h/c), even if it was dirty. He didn’t even hear the medic’s remark, and then the click of his tongue as he walked away. He kept your hand as he moved you, setting your head on his thigh and for more comfort he folded a blanket to tuck it under your head.

He kept your hand until you woke, actually. His large fingers playing with your hair the entire time. And when you opened your eyes, you were met with his deep brown ones and a smile.

You could definitely get used to this.

[paper-lilypie]

target practice

[ring-anon]

Evan and Mute!Reader.

A/N: I’m interpreting this as selective mutism, and if anyone wants to read up on this the articles I used are here and here. I’m also interpreting this as something the reader is going to therapy for. If this is written poorly please inform me so I can fix it.

You actually met Evan in the waiting room of the therapist’s office. His therapist encouraged him during his session to try and meet new people, and he was waiting for his mom to pick him up. You were scrolling on your phone a seat away from him. “Um- hi, I’m uh- Evan! Evan Hansen!” You felt your heart drop as silence entered the room. 

“Um…shoot I’m sorry if I bothered you see Dr. Sherman says I should try new experiences with people… wait that was weird you didn’t need to know that.” Evan’s face turned bright red as he ruffled his fingers through his hair. When he looked at you, you were smiling- still silent, but at least he knew you didn’t hate him.

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

No Words

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!reader, Soulmate AU

Summary: In a world where your soulmate's first words to you appear on your arm on your 16th birthday, Jake Seresin is an anomaly. His words never appeared, and he has resigned himself to being alone forever. That is until someone catches his eye....

Word Count: 1380

TW: Angst, Happy Ending

Note: Thank you to @reysorigins and @green-socks for reading this over for me and giving me the thumbs up. I love you guys!

From the time he was sixteen, Jake Seresin knew he was destined to end up alone. No matter what he did, no matter how good of a person he was, no matter how much he tried, it didn’t matter. He would never find his other half because, apparently, he didn’t have one. Unlike everyone else in the world, when he awoke on the morning of his sixteenth birthday, there was no tattoo on the inside of his forearm. There were no words scrolling across his skin that conveyed his soulmate’s first words to him. There was nothing except the blank canvas of his skin. 

The doctors told him that unfortunately, this sometimes happened. Either a soulmate would die before they could meet, they were in a distant location where their paths would never cross, or there was some default where someone was just not meant to have a soulmate. It was just how things were, and there was nothing Jake could do to change it. 

So, he did his best to accept that fact and move on. He dated and had flings and one-night stands. He even had a few long-term relationships. But in the end, none of them could last. Not while they both knew the truth. Over time, the attempts at meaningful relationships grew less and less as he became tired of the inevitable heartbreak. At least with a casual encounter, there was no hope that things would be different. That someone would want to stay with him regardless of the words on their arm or the clear skin on his.

But now at his age, he found it more difficult to find someone who wanted to be with him, even for one night. Either they had already found their soulmate or weren’t interested in wasting their time on him. After all, why settle for someone else when you knew your perfect match was still out there waiting for you?

And it didn’t help that all of his friends had found their soulmates. Bob had been one of the lucky few whose soulmate was actually the girl he was already dating when his words appeared. Then most of the other pilots had found their soulmates around the time they were attending the Naval Academy. For a while, it had just been him and Rooster, the two unmatched bachelors of the group. But since Rooster had stumbled upon his soulmate at a banquet celebrating the Dagger Mission, Jake found himself as the lone man standing. Now, more often than not, he would end up at the Hard Deck alone or remain long after everyone else left early to go home to their significant others. But since Jake didn’t have anyone to return home to, he preferred hanging around the bar with a drink to keep him company.

Tonight was no different. Rooster had left about twenty minutes ago and Jake was just finishing up his third beer. He glanced around the room, half-heartedly wondering if he should play a solo game of pool or darts. However, as his eyes passed over the corner of the bar near the jukebox, something drew his eye. 

You were beautiful, but so were most of the women he had been with. Yet it wasn’t your looks that made his breath catch in his throat and caused the skin on the inside of his forearm to itch. It was something deeper than that. And as he continued to stare, the rest of the room seemed to dim and fade away around him. Almost unconsciously, he left his table and walked over to where you were standing.

As he approached, you smiled at something the girl next to you said and you raised your drink to your mouth. But just before you could take a sip, you noticed Jake and you froze, the bottle resting on your bottom lip. As your eyes locked, Jake felt a jolt zip through him, almost as if he had been electrocuted, but in the best way. It was a sensation he had never felt before.

As his lips curled into his signature cocky grin, he said, “Hey there, pretty lady–”

However, before he could finish his pick-up line, the beer slipped from your fingers and shattered on the floor. The girl you had been talking to grabbed your shoulder, asking if you were okay, but you didn’t acknowledge her. All of your focus was on Jake, your eyes wide and your mouth gaping. 

But then you blinked, seemingly breaking the spell, and a brilliant smile spread across your lips, lighting up your entire face. Jake could see tears starting to well up in your eyes even as they refused to break contact with his.

Jake’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What? What did I say?”

You shook your head and held out your arm. There, in a thick, brash-looking font, were the words that Jake had just spoken. He stared at them in disbelief, then looked back up at your beaming face.

Taking a stunned step backward, he muttered, “No…. I didn’t think…. I-I don’t have a soulmate. See.” He held out his bare forearm.

You looked down at it as you ran your fingers tenderly over the place your words should be, sending a chill of pleasure up Jake’s spine. Then, when you gazed back at his face, there was a gleam of understanding in your eyes. You tapped your throat lightly and shook your head.

It took Jake a minute but then the truth hit him like a Tomahawk missile. Inhaling sharply, he whispered, “You can’t speak….”

Jake placed his finger under your chin and tilted your face until your gaze met his. All it took was an instant of staring into your eyes for him to know with all certainty that everything he had believed to that point had been a lie. He wasn’t broken, he wasn’t unlovable, he wasn’t unworthy. When he looked into your eyes, he felt whole for the first time since his sixteenth birthday. He had finally found his missing half. 

Biting your lips and shifting slightly, you shook your head once more as your eyes drift to the floor. All the joy that had been on your face seconds ago drained away, replaced by unease as you anxiously rubbed your hand over your tattoo, and Jake realized that you probably interpreted his reaction as some sort of disappointment, though nothing could be farther from the truth.

You still looked hesitant as you gazed back at him, not sure what he was thinking. But as he smiled, you did too. His finger still under your chin, Jake began to lean in. When he was just a few inches from your face, he paused, but the tiniest of nods you gave him was all the permission he needed. His lips pressed into yours, molding together as if they were made to be joined. The chill of pleasure from earlier returned, this time spreading throughout Jake’s entire body, and as he drew you closer, the feeling only intensified. It was an adrenaline rush unlike anything he had ever experienced on the ground or in the sky. You felt like air, and he was desperate for breath. Your hand slipped up the back of his neck to thread through his hair, and he knew that you felt the same way. 

Eventually, the two of you were forced to pry your lips apart. Both of you were panting slightly, and Jake couldn’t help but stare at your kiss-swollen lips, already dreaming of the next time he could feel them pressed against his own. 

Reaching up, Jake brushed his fingers across your cheek and he once again whispered, “Hey there, pretty lady.”

Beaming brightly, you grazed your fingers over the line of his jaw before reaching over to the table next to you. Grabbing the pen someone had left there after signing their check, you took Jake’s arm and flipped it over so his palm was facing up. Jake had spent over half his life staring at that spot, willing words to form there. And as you took the pen and began to write, his deepest desire finally became a reality. He had a soulmate, and he knew your first words to him.

What took you so long?

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[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

No Words

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!reader, Soulmate AU

Summary: In a world where your soulmate's first words to you appear on your arm on your 16th birthday, Jake Seresin is an anomaly. His words never appeared, and he has resigned himself to being alone forever. That is until someone catches his eye....

Word Count: 1380

TW: Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending

Note: Thank you to @reysorigins and @green-socks for reading this over for me and giving me the thumbs up. I love you guys!

From the time he was sixteen, Jake Seresin knew he was destined to end up alone. No matter what he did, no matter how good of a person he was, no matter how much he tried, it didn’t matter. He would never find his other half because, apparently, he didn’t have one. Unlike everyone else in the world, when he awoke on the morning of his sixteenth birthday, there was no tattoo on the inside of his forearm. There were no words scrolling across his skin that conveyed his soulmate’s first words to him. There was nothing except the blank canvas of his skin. 

The doctors told him that unfortunately, this sometimes happened. Either a soulmate would die before they could meet, they were in a distant location where their paths would never cross, or there was some default where someone was just not meant to have a soulmate. It was just how things were, and there was nothing Jake could do to change it. 

So, he did his best to accept that fact and move on. He dated and had flings and one-night stands. He even had a few long-term relationships. But in the end, none of them could last. Not while they both knew the truth. Over time, the attempts at meaningful relationships grew less and less as he became tired of the inevitable heartbreak. At least with a casual encounter, there was no hope that things would be different. That someone would want to stay with him regardless of the words on their arm or the clear skin on his.

But now at his age, he found it more difficult to find someone who wanted to be with him, even for one night. Either they had already found their soulmate or weren’t interested in wasting their time on him. After all, why settle for someone else when you knew your perfect match was still out there waiting for you?

And it didn’t help that all of his friends had found their soulmates. Bob had been one of the lucky few whose soulmate was actually the girl he was already dating when his words appeared. Then most of the other pilots had found their soulmates around the time they were attending the Naval Academy. For a while, it had just been him and Rooster, the two unmatched bachelors of the group. But since Rooster had stumbled upon his soulmate at a banquet celebrating the Dagger Mission, Jake found himself as the lone man standing. Now, more often than not, he would end up at the Hard Deck alone or remain long after everyone else left early to go home to their significant others. But since Jake didn’t have anyone to return home to, he preferred hanging around the bar with a drink to keep him company.

Tonight was no different. Rooster had left about twenty minutes ago and Jake was just finishing up his third beer. He glanced around the room, half-heartedly wondering if he should play a solo game of pool or darts. However, as his eyes passed over the corner of the bar near the jukebox, something drew his eye. 

You were beautiful, but so were most of the women he had been with. Yet it wasn’t your looks that made his breath catch in his throat and caused the skin on the inside of his forearm to itch. It was something deeper than that. And as he continued to stare, the rest of the room seemed to dim and fade away around him. Almost unconsciously, he left his table and walked over to where you were standing.

As he approached, you smiled at something the girl next to you said and you raised your drink to your mouth. But just before you could take a sip, you noticed Jake and you froze, the bottle resting on your bottom lip. As your eyes locked, Jake felt a jolt zip through him, almost as if he had been electrocuted, but in the best way. It was a sensation he had never felt before.

As his lips curled into his signature cocky grin, he said, “Hey there, pretty lady–”

However, before he could finish his pick-up line, the beer slipped from your fingers and shattered on the floor. The girl you had been talking to grabbed your shoulder, asking if you were okay, but you didn’t acknowledge her. All of your focus was on Jake, your eyes wide and your mouth gaping. 

But then you blinked, seemingly breaking the spell, and a brilliant smile spread across your lips, lighting up your entire face. Jake could see tears starting to well up in your eyes even as they refused to break contact with his.

Jake’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What? What did I say?”

You shook your head and held out your arm. There, in a thick, brash-looking font, were the words that Jake had just spoken. He stared at them in disbelief, then looked back up at your beaming face.

Taking a stunned step backward, he muttered, “No…. I didn’t think…. I-I don’t have a soulmate. See.” He held out his bare forearm.

You looked down at it as you ran your fingers tenderly over the place your words should be, sending a chill of pleasure up Jake’s spine. Then, when you gazed back at his face, there was a gleam of understanding in your eyes. You tapped your throat lightly and shook your head.

It took Jake a minute but then the truth hit him like a Tomahawk missile. Inhaling sharply, he whispered, “You can’t speak….”

Biting your lips and shifting slightly, you shook your head once more as your eyes drift to the floor. All the joy that had been on your face seconds ago drained away, replaced by unease as you anxiously rubbed your hand over your tattoo, and Jake realized that you probably interpreted his reaction as some sort of disappointment, though nothing could be farther from the truth.

Jake placed his finger under your chin and tilted your face until your gaze met his. All it took was an instant of staring into your eyes for him to know with all certainty that everything he had believed to that point had been a lie. He wasn’t broken, he wasn’t unlovable, he wasn’t unworthy. When he looked into your eyes, he felt whole for the first time since his sixteenth birthday. He had finally found his missing half. 

You still looked hesitant as you gazed back at him, not sure what he was thinking. But as he smiled, you did too. His finger still under your chin, Jake began to lean in. When he was just a few inches from your face, he paused, but the tiniest of nods you gave him was all the permission he needed. His lips pressed into yours, molding together as if they were made to be joined. The chill of pleasure from earlier returned, this time spreading throughout Jake’s entire body, and as he drew you closer, the feeling only intensified. It was an adrenaline rush unlike anything he had ever experienced on the ground or in the sky. You felt like air, and he was desperate for breath. Your hand slipped up the back of his neck to thread through his hair, and he knew that you felt the same way. 

Eventually, the two of you were forced to pry your lips apart. Both of you were panting slightly, and Jake couldn’t help but stare at your kiss-swollen lips, already dreaming of the next time he could feel them pressed against his own. 

Reaching up, Jake brushed his fingers across your cheek and he once again whispered, “Hey there, pretty lady.”

Beaming brightly, you grazed your fingers over the line of his jaw before reaching over to the table next to you. Grabbing the pen someone had left there after signing their check, you took Jake’s arm and flipped it over so his palm was facing up. Jake had spent over half his life staring at that spot, willing words to form there. And as you took the pen and began to write, his deepest desire finally became a reality. He had a soulmate, and he knew your first words to him.

What took you so long?

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[pendragon-writes]

𝑀𝒲𝟤 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝑀𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

An: For the sake of this fic Reader has permanent vocal cord damage.

(Y/n) "Snake" (L/n). Have finally become the new sergeant of Task Force 141 by Captain Prices picking himself. But here's the catch, during your time in the army your vocal cords were completely damaged causing them to be permanently damaged(Leaving you only able to moan(Not in a sexual way you horn dogs))... The reason you got your code name? One of the new privates thought he was the shit and challenged you to a 1v1, in the end, it landed him being choked with your thighs and being constricted like a snake with its prey. Which earned you the name Snake.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

He heard of the task force getting a new sergeant but he was a bit surprised to find out you didn't talk.

At first, he wasn't a big fan of you cause of your code name (it reminds him of his past) he, of course, didn't let that change his opinion of you as a person whatsoever (He understands that these types of code names aren't typically picked by the person themselves but picked by others, plus you had no connection to what his dad did to him). If Price picked you then that had to mean you were good and he trusted the man's judgment.

at first, he struggled a bit with understanding sign language but after a lot of patience, this man is now almost as fluent as you are and now because of it you both sometimes talk together in sign language during missions.

If your native language isn't English and you can speak in your native language in sign language then this man will learn it.

When the two of you talk in sign language in front of people who aren't part of the 141 task force you get some looks but Ghost quickly shuts them up with a glare.

When he does find out the reason for your code name he slightly chuckles but pats you on the back.

"Now we know who the others shouldn't mess with aye?" he would tease you from time to time because of this.

After he heard this story he would follow it up with nicknames relating to your code name.

Some of them are Sir Hiss, Rattlesnake Jake, Sammy(The snake), Sandy (The snake), and so on. (Let me know if you know the references lol).

Def got you something snake related as a birthday gift.

(This part I'm basing off of ahren_comedy on TikTok)

When the two of you went to the park with your dog and he saw you moan to your dog and then return to you he was impressed.

He HAD to try it for himself.

So when your dog went back to doing their business he tried at first to call your dog by name,

"Come here (Dogs name)!"

which clearly didn't work.

So he mimicked your moan and your dog responded he started petting your dog and praising them.

"Who’s a good dog? You are!"

John "Soap" MacTavish

He was super excited, new sergeant on the team? Hell yeah!

Sure he might've been a bit skeptical of you at first but after a little bit he warmed up to you.

When he first met you with the others he was surprised to see you pull out a large notebook and write you're name on it.

He didn't understand why you did it until the Captain explained how you couldn't talk.

He'd get you to try to pull pranks with him and Gaz on the other members.

Would beg you to teach him so he can be in the loop with you and Ghost.

Would draw on the cover of your notebook when he's bored (Or on the corners inside the book).

If you are together and have to talk to other people who don't know sign language he would totally translate on your behalf.

Also calls you snake-related nicknames for a light laugh.

Ju-Ju, Mr. Snake, Kaa, Rattle Shake, Solid Snake, etc.

Has definitely pranked you by placing a snake plush on your chest during you're sleep.

During missions, if the two of you have to be quiet you two would easily talk strategy in sign language.

The type of guy to talk late at night with you through sign language, no matter how dark it is he will try.

Out of the whole task force, he is the one to use the most nicknames on you.

(This part I'm basing off of ahren_comedy on TikTok)

When John first met your dog and saw you shake your beer can and moan he was confused about why your dog left the room.

But when he saw what your dog did he was shocked. How did they know that you wanted another beer?

When he tried using his voice to get a beer all he got was a tilt of the head to the left.

When he copied your moan and did the exact can movement and saw your dog return with a beer he cheered and fist-bumped the air.

Then he praised them.

Captain John Price

This man wasn't surprised in the slightest, if anything he laughed at some of the others' reactions. He saw your file and knew exactly who you were.

He was the one to properly introduce you to the team.

He's the only one who knows how you got your code name but won't tell the others no matter how much they beg him.

He was there during the accident and sometimes blames himself for it.

He's one of the few people who have heard your voice pre-accident.

While he doesn't typically follow up with the nicknames like the others he does sometimes call you one.

When you two are drinking together and if he was drunk and you brought up the story of how you got your code name he would be snorting and laughing loudly, def the type to slap his knee.

If you know morse code he'd definitely talk to you in it.

(This part I'm also basing off of ahren_comedy on TikTok)

When Captain Price saw you moan at your dog and point to the other room and them leaving you alone it definitely surprised him.

When he left for the kitchen and your dog was trying to get his food he pointed to the left and tried to get him to stop.

"Go you muppet go to your owner".

When that didn't work he copied your moan and when your dog listened and went to you he started laughing and explained to you the situation.

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ೃ⁀➷ Notes ೃ⁀➷

Summary: Reader is a mute and reserved test subject at Hawkins Lab. No one knew what her voice sounded like. She only communicated by using a notebook and always came off as “emotionless” but one night, someone catches her sobbing in her room alone because of a disastrous incident that occurred. Will anyone be there to comfort her?

—Peter Ballard/Henry creel x fem!crybaby!mute!Reader

(Reader is 18+ obviously)

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Warning: age-gap, yandere!peter, mentions of m*rder, abuse, angst, pure fluff tbh, dark themes inside Hawkins lab.

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It’s not that you were stubborn, you just couldn’t speak. You refused to socialize with anyone else around you. Even with the other test subjects who were kindhearted towards you. Not a single word escaped your mouth. There were only some occasions where you debated on interacting but at the end of the day you still remained as quiet as a mouse.

This obviously took a toll on your life. Papa said you had to communicate. He said you wouldn’t make it anywhere in life if you just stayed mute for your entire life but you never gave a shit. Why did life matter? You were going to be stuck in this prison forever anyway, so it never mattered to you in the first place. But because of Brenner’s toxic behavior you had to communicate in some way. That’s when you decided to communicate through a notebook. Papa was never too keen on the idea but at least you were “opening up.”

But despite having the notebook, you barely put it to use. You still never socialized with any human being. Sometimes you used the notebook, sometimes not at all. No one even cared to talk to you anyway. You couldn’t name anyone who cared at the top of your head. So that’s why you had barely put the notebook to use.

However, there was only one. This one certain person who actually did talk to you. A person who took a liking towards you. Someone who found you to be rather intriguing. It shocked you to your core because you’ve never experienced this much kindness before. Sure, maybe some of the other test subjects were nice but it would always end up with them thinking you’re weird at the end of the day. This caused you to develop trust issues. You even were hesitant about trusting the young man who talked to you almost everyday.

His name was Peter, or Mr. Ballard. The other patients referred to him as Mr. Ballard. He was the only one who didn’t think you were weird. At first you were shy around him since you weren’t expecting an orderly to socialize with you but later on you opened up which he was very glad about. But even he didn’t even hear your voice and you weren’t planning on revealing it to him anytime soon. You weren’t sure why he was so interested in you. Was it because you were different? He always told you that you were different but he reminds you that it was in a good way. It confused you to no end.

But even though you didn’t trust him that much due to your mental health. You still had great respect for him. You could even say that the two of you were friends. It was still awkward because you never understood the meaning of friendship nor how it worked. While others talked and laughed with each other you only talked to your one friend by writing the conversation out. When you wrote, Peter responded verbally. But he never made fun of you, maybe he secretly liked that you were never loud and obnoxious like some of the other patients here.

Peter seemed to be quite hostile towards everyone else besides you. He was always there to give you a hand. If he ever witnessed you getting bullied, he would protect you and turn in the bullies to his boss. Papa would usually handle them accordingly since bullying was permitted in the laboratory. But even after all of that, you’d remain as emotionless as can be. It even surprised Peter.

He never met someone who was so void of emotion. Until that one night that changed everything..

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“So even after all of this you still remain silent?” Taunted Papa, he loomed over your collapsed body that lied on the cold tiled floor.

The day was going by smoothly before Papa called you in. At first you assumed that the two of you were going to have a private lesson not a lesson where he tortured you. Papa explained to you that this was a punishment for being non-verbal.

Visible scars, burns, scabs, and even bruises were engraved into your once soft skin. You weren’t even expecting this to happen. All of this madness just because you had trouble speaking. You were fighting back the urge to cry. But only Papa could tell you were about to break. A smug smile spread across his crusted lips.

“Still nothing, hm?” Brenner chastised with his grin growing wider. His smile made you want to punch him in that moment.

Your body remained motionless on the ground. All you could do was stare up at him with intense fear that kept increasing. Papa was a very cruel and ruthless man. This was his dark side.

Only you had seen this side of him and it’s not like anyone would believe you if you were to expose him. Expose the things he has put you through. He made you crave the sweet embrace of death. You remember you’d always ask the same questions in your head; “Why does this have to happen to me? Did i deserve this?”

“Alex, please escort 004 back to her room.” Ordered Papa.

The orderly nodded and approached you. He commanded for you to get up but you were far too weak to even stand on your own. Alex scoffed in annoyance before aggressively pulling you up by your wrist. You tried not to yelp out in pain.

Alex escorted you back to your room. It was common for patients and orderlies to walk hand in hand. Papa said it was one of the main rules. You thought it was childish and you always resented it. But rules are rules despite how stupid they can be. The pain on your feet increased the more you walked. Alex practically dragged you since your feeble walking pace aggravated him.

After a few agonizing seconds, you made it back to your room in one piece. Alex locked the door behind you. Then again, it was common for that as well. The subjects had zero freedom and always kept the doors locked during the night. The orderlies on night shift would usually do checks in the room. In order to make sure no one escaped and that no one was awake. The rules here were always very uptight. That was another thing that annoyed you to no end.

When you could no longer hear Alex’s foot steps. That’s when you broke down into a crying fit. You had the tendency to sob hysterically when you were extremely upset. You were a master at faking your emotions so getting by in the lab without passing a single feeling was going off without a hit. But behind closed doors was when you were your truest self. That’s when you showed emotion.

It was hard not to cry too hard. After all, you couldn’t draw attention. And god forbid if anyone actually heard you. You wouldn’t be surprised if the people here punished you for having literal emotions. If someone were to ever cry here they’d get in trouble. Just another reason you lacked public emotion.

Your soft sobs grew louder so you had to shut yourself up by clasping a hand over your mouth as you lied down in bed. You were doing everything in your power to not strengthen your sadness. But being in this cold room seemed to make everything feel beyond impossible.

So here you were, with your body curled up on the bed, a hand over your mouth in order to subside your sobbing, and racing thoughts that never left your brain. You grabbed the pale covers and pulled them over your head. You feared that one of the mean guards would punish you if they heard you since at this point your crying was becoming louder. It was to a point where you were hyperventilating.

It’s not that you were emotionless, you just acted. In front of other people you pretended to be normal. But not that it helped from the way you were mute and used a damn book to communicate with. Everyone thought you were even stranger.

Who could even want to associate themselves with a screw up like you? A deep part of you inside was wishing someone would comfort you but as always comfort was one of the main things forbidden. To summarize it, love was forbidden. Not that it was a shocker though.

The clock finally hit 9:00 PM. That’s when night shift would be on patrol. Peter was one of the few orderlies who often took that shift. They would all frequently do checks. But this was something you weren’t aware of. You were far too busy crying to even care. Peter was on shift with one of the other orderlies. He had been wanting to talk to you all day before you were ripped away from him by Papa. Peter couldn’t express his anger towards that old hag.

Before you got punished, Peter and you were having a lovely conversation in the rainbow room. He would usually tell you about his kinship towards black widow spiders. You’d always listen to him because something about him was comforting. Especially his voice. Peter knew almost every aspect of you. But catching you crying caught him off guard.

As Peter made his way down the depressing corridor he could make out just the sound of faint crying. Normally, this is something he wouldn’t care about. But the crying came from your room. You were the only person he actually cared about. The both of you shared a deep connection. You weren’t like the others since you were the only one who was actually born with this gift. Unlike the others who were cheap rip-offs of him. Peter’s heart sank at the thought of you crying.

He didn’t want you to be upset. It honestly shocked him to hear you crying though. Usually you were the most reserved person ever. A smile never on your face, your eyes no longer magnetic and now empty. Lacking empathy 24/7. Never enthusiastic or interested in anything at all. You were also very insecure which is something he never understood. Peter always thought you were gorgeously exotic.

Peter knew the risk he was about to take, he knew he would get in trouble (lots of trouble) for this but he didn’t give a damn anymore. It honestly wouldn’t matter in the future anyway because he was going to kill everyone in this lab. As soon as he did, that’s when you two would finally escape together. Peter would provide you with the love you deserved. He only liked being your caretaker not anyone else’s. He only wanted you to talk to him and him alone.

“(Y/n), may you please let me in?” Peter asked after knocking on your door.

Your heart suddenly dropped, he knew you had been crying. You felt bad for not letting him in but why should you? All the orderlies torture you so what if he was like them? You wouldn’t even be surprised. Whenever something good happened something bad always lurked around the corner.

When you didn’t answer, Peter took it upon himself to let himself in by force. So he pulled out his key card to open the door. All orderlies had access to the patients rooms. They could let themselves in whenever they pleased. Giving you yet another reason to be afraid.

When you heard the door swing open you remained hidden under the covers. But Peter was no fool. He was able to make out the outline of your figure that was hidden under the blanket. He let out a brief sigh but it wasn’t one of those sighs out of annoyance. As he approached you, your heart pounded out your chest. The rising fear that he was going to harm you like everyone else in this hellhole. You wished you weren’t so scared.

Peter sat on the edge of your bed right next to your hidden body. Without trying to startle you he pulled the blanket off your head but as if on command, you subconsciously jumped and snatched the blanket from out his grasp. Peter held his hands up in surrender and indicated that he meant no harm. He only wanted to know what was wrong with you. He did truly care, no lying intended.

“Hey, hey, sweetness. I’m not going to hurt you..” Peter gently reassured, with another attempt to remove the blanket that was over your head.

His heart sank when he saw your tears, your glossy eyes, and puffy pink lips. Peter frowned at the sight of it. You pulled your gaze away from him and faced the other side of the wall. You felt humiliated. You kept the other part of the blanket over your body. Not wanting to show your fresh injuries. He’d most likely interrogate you if he saw them.

“Do you mind telling me what’s wrong? I promise it’ll only stay between the two of us.” The orderly soothed, while gently running his slender fingers through your hair. He then cupped his hand under your chin so that you’d meet his gaze. His fingers brushed off your tears the more they cascaded down your face.

Peter probably wouldn’t believe you but it didn’t hurt to try. With the blanket still wrapped around you, you hastily reached for your notebook and pencil and began to write. Peter watched you closely while you were in the process of writing.

“Papa hurt me because i’m always so quiet.” Is what you had wrote down. Peter analyzed it closely, understanding every word. The anger he felt couldn’t even be described. If he didn’t have that soteria implanted in his neck none of this would be happening. He couldn’t wait to escape with you.

“What did he do to you?” Peter asked next, wanting to know what type of injuries you had. At first you hesitated but at the end went with it. You slipped off the blankets that were over your body and showed him your injuries. His icy gaze went wide while looking at this.

You felt more tears welling up in your eyes as it ached to fight them back. For some reason when someone comforted you it made you cry even more. You let out small sobs as you begun to cry again but Peter was quick to react.

“Hey.. come here, doll.” Peter gave his lap two firm pats. Beckoning for you come over. You gave into your instincts and crawled into his lap. Your arms draped around his torso while his hands snaked around your waist to pull you all the way up into his lap. You sobbed into his chest as he whispered nothing but sweet praises into your ear. An attempt to calm you down.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here now. You’re doing so good for me, darling. I promise we’ll get out of here one day. Just the two of us.” He continued to soothe you. Peter removed one hand from your waist so that he could gently caress your hair. His shirt felt so soft against your face, your tears did leave a damp spot on his white uniform though. Hopefully he doesn’t kill you for that. You then felt Peter place a long kiss on top of your head. Your body shuddered in response.

You wondered what this feeling was. Something about the way Peter comforted you didn’t feel like it was in a friendly way. More of a romantic way?But love was a word you never fully understood. All you knew is that it ended in heartbreak.

You remember Peter once explained to you how Papa was overly strict with him too. This led you to overthink. He was risking his life for you and you hated it. Peter shouldn’t risk this for you. The amount of guilt you’d feel afterwards if you ever got him in trouble. Without warning, you squirmed away from his embrace. Peter furrowed an eyebrow at you, he didn’t like that you pulled away from him.

“Honey, what was that for? Why’d you pull away?” He inquired, worry residing his raspy voice. His conflicted gaze fixated on you.

You just shook yourself and wrote something inside your notebook again. The only thing that could be heard was the ongoing scribbling from your dull pencil.

“Why are you doing this? You’ll get in trouble. I’m not worth your time. I don’t want you in trouble.” The paper read, Peter examined it once more and only hummed in response. A hum that told you he disagreed with your statement.

“Oh, sweetheart.. you do know i’m already well aware of that? I know what i’m risking. I’m choosing to do it. I don’t care what happens to me.” Peter stated matter of factly. You only shook your head, you still felt guilty.

Peter only chuckled in response and shuffled his body closer to yours, “Now how about you let me hold you? What type of caretaker would that make me if i left you alone in a state like this?”

To be blunt, you wanted him to comfort you. Actually no, you needed it. But you still didn’t want him to get in trouble.

Now your stubbornness was coming out, you huffed in response and plopped back down onto the bed. Curling up into a ball. Peter only rolled his eyes and crawled into bed next to you. He lied next to you and looked deeply into your eyes.

“Why are you being so stubborn, hm?” He asked with a little hum. You felt so small under his intense staring. He tucked a stand of hair behind your ear.

Peter knew how hard communication was for you. But that didn’t matter because it’s like he could read your thoughts out loud. You and Peter were the complete opposite in a way. He’s stronger, more clever and persistent. While you were vulnerable and could crack at any given second. 

You just felt like crying again, you did anything in your power to avoid direct eye contact with him. Peter didn’t like that so much. He wanted to make sure he had your full attention.

“Look at me,” Peter suddenly demanded, but his voice remained soft. He could never be upset with you. He did however want your attention.

He got your attention by guiding your face back to his so that you could look right into his eyes. Peter stared longingly into your e/c eyes. Like he was staring right into your very soul. His soft hand stroked your delicate face. Peter was very handsome, it was dark in your room but you were still able to make out his sharp jawline, his soft golden locks, and ocean blue eyes.

“You’re so beautiful..” Peter complimented, your face flushed at his words. You wondered if he could feel your face heating up. The power he had over you was unreal.

Without warning, Peter wrapped his large arms around you and pulled you into his chest. His fingers ventured up so that he could play with your hair once more. As you rested against his chest you could hear his steady heartbeat. The caressing of your hair slowly subsiding your sniffling and lulling you to sleep.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe, at ease, no papa, no more bullying. Peter was your home. You took great solace while being in his embrace. If only this night could last forever. You knew for a fact he would be gone in the morning and it filled you with unwanted dread. But work must come first. Oh how you just despised the cycle of life.

“I promise i won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.” Was the last thing Peter whispered in your ear before you finally drifted off to sleep.

It wasn’t a lie that Peter loved you. He’d do anything in his power to protect you. He was going to love you no matter what. Even if you refused to reveal your voice to him. Peter would find out what you sounded like sooner or later. For now he cherished this one spectacular moment of you sleeping peacefully in his arms.

There was no need to worry about pain anymore because this would all be over soon. Peter would make sure of it. And that is a promise he made to you and only you.

(a/n: hi! this is my first time writing on tumblr so please be nice! if y’all have any suggestions or requests i’d love to hear them! i hope you enjoyed this story. i’m sorry if my english is bad btw!)

[bucky-fricking-barnes]

I’m Listening (Between The Lines)

Title: I’m Listening (Between The Lines)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Selectively Mute!Reader

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Very mild language, mentions of being triggered, symptoms of PTSD and panic attacks

Summary: Y/N is in charge of reviewing the Avengers’ mission reports, and when Steve brings her coffee to apologize for all the paperwork, something more comes of it.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this fic! Please note that it is a work of fiction and people who are selectively mute may or may not communicate in the ways depicted in this story. Thank you for supporting my work by reading, liking, reblogging, and commenting! I couldn’t do this without you. Dividers are by @firefly-graphics​

You’re hard at work on a stack of paperwork from the Avengers’ last mission when Elijah comes by your office with his delivery cart. He gives you an apologetic smile as he slides the second large pile into the only open space on your desk, his face twisting in sympathy.

“Sorry,” he says when your shoulders slump forward. “It was apparently a big one.” You nod and then he’s off again, heading back towards his cart and then to your floor’s mail room for whatever he’s supposed to deliver next. 

The extra workload isn’t unexpected; you’ve known it was coming since your supervisor had mentioned off-hand that the team was going out again—something about a terrorist cell in Europe. It hasn’t been on the news, but you have a feeling that the whole thing is being kept on the down-low until all damages and casualties have been accounted for. Fury likes to know everything going into press conferences. In short, you have a long week ahead of you, with probably more late nights than not.

Elijah passes by the doorway a few minutes later with a full cart of parcels and papers, but you pay him no heed as you bury yourself back into your work. The blue light from the computer has most certainly contributed to your headache, and as you read through the mission reports from the mission in Latin America, you rub your temples with your free hand.

“I know that I’m probably the main cause of that headache,” you practically leap out of your seat when Captain Rogers appears in your office doorway, “so I figured I’d bring you a peace offering. Tony said it was your favorite.”

Captain Rogers holds up a brown paper takeout bag and sets it on the small table just inside the door. You give him a tight smile and a nod in thanks. He doesn’t leave, however, and you try not to look too uncomfortable with the situation as he leans against the doorframe. He’s still in his uniform. You’d dimmed the ceiling lights in favor of the lamp on your desk, but you can still see the thin coating of dirt, soot, and blood on his face. It covers the red, white, and blue of the suit, too.

“Hopefully we didn’t add too much work for you?” he prompts, and you reluctantly shake your head. It’s only the normal of work amount for an Avengers mission, which is a lot, but you’ve learned to manage it.

Slowly, you close the mission folder and set down your pen, then push away from your desk. Your muscles are tight but you refrain from stretching while he’s still standing there. 

“That’s good,” he says. He pauses, then continues, “Thank you for being so thorough with the mission reports. I know I write a lot, but it’s important to me that everything is recorded. You never know when those details will come in handy.”

You nod again and force another smile. You’re exhausted and starving. You silently will him out of your office, then feel bad for wishing that Captain America would leave. He means well and he’s never been anything other than a gentleman. It’s not even that you don’t like him, because you very much do. He just… lingers. You’re never quite sure if it’s because he’s just curious about you or if it’s something more. Maybe you could ask the other employees in your department for their tricks for getting him out of your office. He never seemed to want to be around them as much as he did you. 

Captain Rogers clears his throat and straightens when you approach to take the bag of food from where he’d set it down. When you turn your back to bring it back to your desk, he steps further into your office, following you.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you—”

You turn with eyebrows raised and with the food clutched against you, a little startled to find him this close when you’d purposely tried to create some distance. He’s now within arm’s reach.

“Sorry.” He raises his hands in apology and steps back into the doorway, watching you carefully. When you’ve relaxed a little and set the food down on the corner of your desk, he asks, “Would you want to grab a coffee some time? It can be in the shop in the lobby, if you’d rather not leave the building during your break.”

Confused, you frown at him. He wanted to buy you coffee? Why?

“Or you can tell me what you want and I can bring it to you,” he offers. “As a thank you for dealing with all our shit.”

Captain Rogers gestures to the teetering stacks of papers on your desk and you can’t help but smile a little. Hadn’t Tony mentioned that his teammate was a stickler for clean language?

The room fills with an uncomfortable silence and as the awkward pause seems to stretch on for too long, you reach for the tablet on your desk. He takes that as a sign to bow out while his dignity is still somewhat intact. Panicked, you race to find the button you want. You jab your index finger against the screen when the app finally loads the selection of neat little squares that represents your schedule.

“Tomorrow at 2:30pm Eastern Daylight Time,” FRIDAY reports through the overhead speakers.

You blink when the Captain turns around, visibly confused by FRIDAY’s sudden interruption into his escape. With the tablet still in hand, you press the button again, this time adding on the beginning you’d dropped in order to give him a quick answer.

“My break tomorrow is at 2:30pm Eastern Daylight Time,” FRIDAY says.

Slowly, Captain Rogers resumes his place in the doorway. You can tell he’s still processing your strange way of answering, so you offer him a small, encouraging smile. He doesn’t seem angry that you haven’t spoken aloud, just a little confused.

“Do you want to meet there or do you want me to bring you coffee here?” he finally asks. 

You only have to glance at the tablet to input your response for FRIDAY to relay. “Please bring it here.”

“If I give you my number, can you tell me your coffee order?”

This time, you grab a sticky note from your desk and scribble down your order. You’re almost positive that the baristas will recognize it given the number of times you’ve frequented the cafe while working on Avenger mission reports. Captain Rogers steps into the office and takes the sticky note when you hold it out, his eyes crinkled at the corner as he smiles at you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he says, holding up the sticky note. He backs up towards the door and gives you a small, awkward salute, then heads back down the hall towards the bank of elevators. 

Grinning, you plop back down in your office chair and pull the bag of food into your lap. As soon as you’ve got it open, you can tell that it’s exactly what you like to order on long nights like these. The smell coming from the still-hot containers inside is warm and welcoming. Captain Rogers had definitely asked Tony about you. The thought shouldn’t make you giddy, but it does anyway. You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you scarf down the food and hurry to finish up your last set of reports so that you can head home.

The next day, Captain Rogers knocks on your door just as the digital clock on your desk changes to 2:30. You look up and smile, then gesture for him to come in while you close the report folder and set the papers aside. He’s got coffee cups in both hands and a pastry bag hanging precariously between his left index and middle fingers.

You quickly get to your feet and take the cup and bag and he holds out to you, smiling in thanks. He makes sure not to crowd you as you inspect the contents of the bag and the order scrawled on the cup in black marker.

“Everything right?” he asks, and you look up and nod. “Good. That’s good.”

He pauses, clearly wanting to say something else, so you raise your eyebrows at him expectantly. Captain Rogers glances at your desk and then forces a polite smile.

“I guess I’ll see you around? You look like you have a lot of work to do, I wouldn’t want to interrupt your break if you just want to sit and relax.”

When he goes to leave, you reach out and touch the side of his arm before you thinking twice. The pastry bag bumps against his arm as Captain Rogers stops and looks back at you. Hesitantly, you smile a little and nod over at the couch and chairs situated against one wall of your office. The room is small enough to suit your position at the Tower, but it’s also big enough that Tony had outfitted it with a couch, two armchairs, and a coffee table in addition to your desk and office chair. He took good care of you, and for that you were thankful. You’d yet to find a workplace as welcoming as the Avengers Tower, and that was saying something, given all the danger that surrounded your work. It helped that Tony had known you long before he’d become Iron Man.

The smile on Captain Roger’s face returned, but this time it was genuine. He nods in agreement and follows you over to the sitting area. You don’t fail to notice that he trails behind and lets you pick where you want to sit before taking a seat himself.

There’s a tablet built into the wall off to the side of the couch. You set your coffee and pastry down, then twist in your seat so you can pull the device from the wall. It pops out and the screen lights up automatically, scanning your face before unlocking the app that connects you to FRIDAY.

“Thank you for the coffee,” the AI says as your fingers fly over the screen. “You got everything right.”

“Well, they seemed to know your order as soon as I started reading it. I think I got a few words in before they asked if it was for you,” he replies.

Your cheeks heat up and you smile, ducking your head back down to tap at the tablet. “I go there a lot at night.”

“Doesn’t the workday end at 5:00?”

Nodding, you gesture with one hand at the large stacks of Avenger mission reports piled on your desk. You grab your coffee from the table with the other as Steve’s face flushes. Even his ears turn a little pink. It’s adorable.

“Oh.” He fiddles with the cup of coffee in his hands. It seems so small and you glance between your cup and his, wondering if he got a smaller sized drink or if he’s really just that big. “Sorry about that. Like I said last night, I—”

You hold up a hand to stop him before he can apologize and rationalize his actions again, then shake your head, hoping he understands. Thankfully, he nods and takes a small sip of his coffee.

“What did you get to drink?” you ask via FRIDAY.

“I usually get black coffee with a little bit of sugar.”

Your face must’ve clearly betrayed your thoughts because Captain Rogers laughs. He gestures with his cup at the one in your hands.

“I’ve tried something similar to yours. It was okay. I haven’t seem to find anything I really like, but I will say that even the plain coffee nowadays is better than the stuff we had when I was growing up.”

Smiling softly, you nod in understanding and set your cup down, then reach for the pastry he’d picked up for you. You pull it from the bag and tear it in half, holding one of the parts out for him to take.

“No, it’s okay,” he says, but you push it towards him insistently. Sharing is the least you can do.

Captain Rogers takes it after your push it a second time. You watch as he takes a bite, raising your eyebrows when he looks back up at you.

“This is amazing!”

You nod excitedly and pull up the keyboard on your tablet, typing as quickly as you can with only one hand.

“It’s my favorite. My mom used to get it for me on special occasions when I was little. I was happy when they added it to the menu here at the Tower.”

He’s smiling as he finishes his half of the pastry. You eat your own and you’re leaning forward to set the tablet on the coffee table when FRIDAY chimes through the speakers.

“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Stark is on the phone for you. Shall I tell him you’re otherwise occupied? Your break is not scheduled to end for another three minutes.”

You tap the “yes” button on the tablet as you set it down and turn your body back towards Captain Rogers. He glances at the tablet, then at you.

“You can answer that if you want,” he says. “It’s probably important if Stark is calling you.”

Knowing it’s not, you shake your head with a small smile. You don’t talk on the phone and Tony knows that. If he’s calling you, it means that he’s somehow heard Captain Rogers is with you and he wants to interrupt. He likes to scare people away if he thinks they’ll be bad for you, and though you appreciate his protectiveness, you can take care of yourself. Captain Rogers is a good man. Logically, he should make you anxious. He’s a large man and he has abilities that would surely allow him to overpower you in an instant, but instead of fear, you feel safe. He would never hurt you and it’s easy to relax in his company.

“Are you sure?” he asks, and you nod again. 

FRIDAY interrupts him before he can say anything more. “I’m sorry, Miss Y/L/N, but Mr. Stark is overriding my systems. Apparently it’s urgent.”

You roll your eyes as Captain Rogers raises an eyebrow. Instead of paying close attention to whatever Tony’s rambling about as his voice floods the speakers in your office, you sip your coffee and open up the notes app on your tablet so you can scrawl out a message with the attached stylus.

Captain Rogers is standing to leave when you tilt the screen for him to see. He pauses to read your message and then glances up at the ceiling where the speakers are inlaid. You can see the wheels turning in his head.

“Don’t you need to go help him with OGRE?”

You frown and tilt your head a little, then tune into the sound of Tony’s voice. It’s not hard to track what he’s saying, but you’ve also gotten good at tuning him out over the years.

“—need you ASAP. Dum-E’s mostly just getting in the way today—this is your own fault, you know better than that—and Pepper’s out of the office on some good relations press tour, so you’re really the only person who can come help me sort out this OGRE business. Worry about all those reports later, we’ve got—”

As far as you know, Tony isn’t working on any new projects, secret or otherwise. You can usually tell when he’s keeping something under wraps, though he’s quick to clue you in about any developments in the “secret” projects. OGRE isn’t real. He’s making things up to get you away from Captain Rogers, and that irks you.

You clap twice, as loud as possible, and Tony stops speaking. It’s your surefire way of getting his attention and telling him to shut up.

“I’m sorry, am I bothering you?” he asks.

Huffing, you switch back to your communication app and tap the “yes” so that FRIDAY will relay your annoyance. For good measure, you add the “asshole” button as an afterthought.

Tony chuckles on the other end of the line. Your words are being communicated directly to him through FRIDAY, but they’re not coming through the speakers, and you catch the Captain watching you and the screen out of the corner of your eye. 

“Your break ended a minute ago, Y/N,” Tony says, and you can hear the teasing in his voice. “Why don’t you come up and help me? I’m sure Steve has more important things to be working on.”

“I don’t,” Captain Rogers flatly replies. “And we were enjoying ourselves until you interrupted. Why do you need Y/N’s help anyway? She doesn’t work in the science division.”

You try not to seem insulted at his answer. Of course he doesn’t know about your longstanding friendship with Tony, and there’s no way for him to know that you’d been working on a graduate degree at MIT before you’d had to drop out your senior year after everything that had happened. Tony and Fury buried that deep within SHIELD records at your request. You don’t want to be dragged into anything that could possibly trigger you, though you’ve gotten better at it over the years. Tony is careful not to invite you up while he’s working on anything that could be a possible trigger.

As subtly as possible, you tap a few buttons on the tablet screen, letting Tony know you’ll be up in a few minutes. He’s quiet for a moment before FRIDAY informs you that he’s ended the call.

Captain Rogers is frowning when you glance over at him. You reach over with one hand and tap his, giving him a worried look.

“I’m fine,” he replies, shaking his head. “Does Tony always demand things like that during your break? It’s no wonder you’re here so late all the time?”

You pause, wondering how to approach the topic, especially since he’s clearly noted that you often leave late. Has he been keeping tabs on you? 

FRIDAY relays your message after you finish pressing all the buttons you want. “Tony and I are friends. We met when I was working on my doctorate at MIT. He’s just trying to get a reaction out of both of us, but he probably also wants my help with something that he doesn’t really need help with. I’m a good sounding board, apparently.”

You offer the Captain a small smile when FRIDAY finishes speaking, and he relaxes a little. Carefully, you set the tablet down aside. He stands as you do and you both tidy up the coffee and pasty trash. 

“Thank you for humoring me during your break,” Captain Rogers says as you put the tablet back into the built-in dock on the wall. 

Smiling, you glance over your shoulder at him, then click the tablet into place. “I had fun, Captain Rogers. Thank you,” you tap out before stepping away from the device. You grab your coffee from where you’d set it on the edge of the desk, if only to have something to hold so you’re not standing awkwardly in front of him.

“Please call me Steve. Maybe we can do this again sometime?” he asks. After a moment, you nod in response. Steve smiles wide. “Have a good day, Y/N.”

You wave a little and watch in silence as he leaves. The butterflies in your stomach are back, launched into flight by the sight of his smile. It makes you wonder if he had such a winning smile before the serum. If he had, maybe he would’ve eventually been scooped up by some pretty girl who didn’t mind him being on the small side. You definitely wouldn’t have.

Coffee breaks with Steve become a regular occurrence, and it’s one of the best parts of your day. He’s being sent on more missions than usual lately, so after your third break together, he offers his phone number so that the two of you can text. You graciously hand over your phone and hope that he can’t hear your heart as it tries to beat out of your chest in excitement.

It’s on one of the days that Steve is out on a mission with the rest of his team, Tony included, that something triggers you. You woke up feeling a little queasy, but you’d pushed it aside and gone to the office anyway. Now you regretted that decision.

Something one of your co-workers had put in the break room microwave triggered something in your brain. The smell is somehow wafting across the entire floor of offices and cubicles, and you’d seen a few peoples’ disgusted faces before the scent had made it to you. All bets were off as soon as you’d smelt it. Instantly, you were back in the lab at MIT, staring down the man you’d once considered a mentor.

You blink away the memory and curl up on the floor with your back against your desk drawers. The handles dig painfully against your spine but it doesn’t really register as you fumble with your tablet, pressing the button that turns the clear glass wall of your office into an opaque one so that your co-workers couldn’t see you melting down. You manage to press the button to turn on the fans in your office too, hoping that will force the smell away from you quicker. You’re fading fast, and you react on instinct, grabbing your phone and pressing the call button.

“Hey, Y/N.”

When Steve’s voice comes over the speaker on your phone, you’re frantic. Why was he answering? Had something happened to Tony? He sounded too casual for something to be wrong.

“Y/N, are you there?” Steve asks.

You’re frozen in place even though your heart and mind are racing inside of you. How you’d managed to call him instead of Tony, you’re not sure, but you can’t speak over the phone, especially not with him, and you don’t know what to do. If you just hang up, Steve could call back, and you don’t think you have the mental capacity to text right now.

There’s a loud rumbling in the background of the call, but you can hear faint voices as well. Struggling to focus, you shudder and close your eyes, listening carefully to try and decipher what they’re saying.

The first person you can pick out is Tony. His voice sounds tinny and far away, but it’s definitely him. “Is that Y/N? Did she call you?”

“Uh, yeah,” Steve says, pulling slightly away from the phone before lifting it back to his ear. “Y/N, is everything okay?”

“FRIDAY’s sensing something’s wrong. Her heart rate and blood pressure are high and she’s breathing abnormally,” Tony says, and you grimace. Of course the AI noticed your vitals were off. You try to take a deep breath to calm yourself down, but your skin is crawling and your muscles all feel too tense.

Steve brings you back to the present when he speaks again. His voice is a little bit softer this time. “You don’t have to talk, it’s okay. Whatever happened, it’s going to be okay. FRIDAY would’ve told us if something was really wrong in the building, so I know it’s not that. I just need to know if you’re safe or not, Y/N. Can you let me know somehow if you’re safe?”

You don’t know how to tell him that it’s all in your head and that you don’t necessarily trust yourself right now, so you stay silent and motionless, curled up in a ball behind your desk.

“Do you want me to send someone to check on you?” Steve asks.

A panicked grunt escapes from the depths of your chest before you think twice, and you grip the phone harder.

“Okay, I won’t send anyone. Can you… Do you think you could clap? Or click for me?” Steve demonstrates, clucking his tongue against the roof of his mouth one time. The ridiculous idea of him making that noise in an airplane full of Avengers loosens the knot in your chest. After a moment, you mimic the sound.

“Good, that’s good,” he soothes. “Once for yes, twice for no, okay? Are you safe?”

It takes you a second, but you click once. Steve’s sigh of relief on the other end of the call is audible.

“Good. Are you injured?”

You click twice.

“Do you want me to distract you from whatever’s going on?”

One click.

That’s all the confirmation he needs, and then Steve is launching into some story about Clint and Tony arguing over the food that they brought with them on the mission. Apparently, they had a rotating cycle of who was in charge, and Tony had somehow found a way to rig it so that he was the person who chose the food for the last three missions. That sounded exactly like something he would do, and by the time Steve has finished the story and moved onto a new one, you’re more yourself.

The noise in the background of the call lessens over time, and the voices of the other Avengers disappear after Steve’s fourth story. You’re enraptured by the smooth, low sound of his voice over the phone speaker. Slowly but surely, you relax enough that your muscles can finally unclench and you move from being tightly curled against the desk to having your legs sprawled out in front of you a little. Your body still feels heavy, though, and you carefully move to lay on the floor on your side. The plush rug you added to your office is suddenly a godsend and you’re mobile enough now to reach up and grab the pillow from your desk chair. It’s normally just a back support pillow, something you’d deemed a necessity after sitting for hours on end, but now it’s a source of comfort as you tuck it underneath your head.

“You still with me, Y/N?” Steve finally asks.

You’re drowsy now that the panic has washed away and the adrenaline is leaving your system, but you cluck your tongue once. You swallow and try to rid your mouth of the dryness. It takes a great effort, but you manage to force out a weak “thank you” in the quiet.

Steve doesn’t hesitate or seem surprised by your response. “You don’t need to thank me,” he says. “I’d do anything for you, Y/N.”

That makes you smile. You put the phone on speaker and set it beside you on the floor, then close your eyes again.

“We’re back at the tower now. I’ll come check on you as soon as I’m cleared by medical. Are you in your office?” You click once in response. “Okay. Tony’s already been cleared so I think he’s coming to find you. I’ll stay on the line and talk when I can, but even if you can’t hear me, know that I’m here on the phone. Alright, sweetheart?”

You click again and listen as Steve goes back to telling his stories. After a while, he stops talking and you can hear someone else, presumably one of the medical team members, talking to him. 

While Steve is occupied by one of the Tower doctors, your office door opens and someone enters the room. You don’t need to sit up or open your eyes to know that it’s Tony because he’s muttering about the overpowering smell. Apparently, it’s not just your floor that’s feeling the effects of your co-worker’s horrible meal choices. A wave of the smell enters with him and you have to brace yourself as your mind screams at you, your old mentor’s words banging around in your skull. For a moment, you doubt if it’s really you that’s sitting in your office. Maybe you’re still at MIT and this is all just another experiment being done on you.

“Hey there, kiddo.”

Slowly, you blink open your eyes and stare up at Tony. He’s crouched beside you, one hand braced on the corner of the desk so he doesn’t lose his balance.

“It’s pretty bad out there. I’m sending everyone home early and I turned on the fans in every room on the floor. You hurt?” he asks, though you’re positive he already knows the answer because of Steve.

You shake your head and move into a sitting position. It takes you longer than it should but he doesn’t rush you or seem impatient. Tony understands what it’s like after being triggered.

“I think Steve is probably on the way up. Do you want me to help you back to your apartment after he’s checked on you, or do you want him to help?” Tony asks.

After thinking it over, you hold up two fingers—option two, have Steve help you. Tony smiles a little, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he shifts to sit on the floor instead of crouch.

“You really like him, don’t you?”

You’re very aware that Steve is still on the phone and you glance down at the device, then up at Tony. It’s clear that the genius knew exactly what he was doing and that he already knew that Steve was still present in some capacity. Your cheeks feel hot as you nod.

“Steve and I don’t always get along. My therapist would say that we should find middle ground and work out our issues since we’re both grown adults” Tony begins, waving a hand dismissively. “I trust your judgement, Y/N. You’re smart. You don’t need my permission or approval if you want to date him, but as your friend, I want you to know that if he makes you happy, then I’ll be happy about it. He always seems to be on your best behavior around you, which is good. You’re a lot more relaxed around him than anybody else on the team, besides me, of course..”

Tony has bad timing for heart-to-heart conversations and though you still feel a little bit like you’re in the wrong body and itching to get out, you appreciate that he’s telling you what’s on his mind. He doesn’t often do that, not when other people—like Steve—could overhear. It’s forcing you to stay present with him. 

You nod a little and then Tony is producing a water bottle from somewhere and asking if you’d like to have some. He mothers you until there’s a soft knock at the door.

“That’s Steve,” Tony tells you. “You’re good if I let him and head up to see Pep? She’s got an early flight out in the morning and I want to make sure we’ve got time together tonight.”

You nod again and he gets up. He leaves you behind the desk and you reach out to tap the red button on your phone to end the call now that Steve’s here with you. A few moments later, Steve is occupying the spot where Tony had just been sitting. He’s clearly worried, but he’s trying to act casual about the whole thing, and he’s practically doing a whole song and dance to make sure you’re comfortable after what’s happened, even though he doesn’t even really know what happened.

“Steve,” you murmur, smiling a little. Your throat is tight and it feels like someone’s scraping sandpaper over the tissue and muscles there as you speak.

He pauses and meets your eyes. “Yes?”

You reach out and take his hand in yours, squeezing once. He squeezes back and you keep hold of his hand as you look up at the tablet on your desk. It’s just out of your reach, but Steve grabs it easily and sets it on the floor between the two of you.

With your free hand, you open the app and tap a few buttons.

“Will you take me to my apartment?” FRIDAY asks.

The AI’s voice comes through all the speakers in the room and you flinch at the volume. You’re not as wound up as before, however, so you’re able to switch the settings on the tablet so that it’s no longer connected to FRIDAY and instead just coming through the tiny speakers on the device.

“Yeah, I can,” Steve answers. He rubs his thumb over your hand in small, soothing strokes. “What’s your address?”

“I live on floor 23,” you tap out. “Unit 46.”

He huffs a little, smiling. “No kidding. We’re almost neighbors. How did I miss that?”

You shrug at him and lock the tablet, then gather up your phone and the pillow from your lap. Steve stands first. He offers to help you to your feet and you nod in consent. His hands are gentle as he guides you until you’re standing upright, and though you’re a little dizzy from not eating most of the day, you’re mostly stable.

“Do you think you’re okay to walk?” he asks.

Slowly, you nod. You drop the pillow back onto your desk chair where it belongs and tuck your phone into your pocket, then adjust the tablet so you can tap on it again.

“The smell is the problem,” the tiny speakers announce for you. “I don’t know what will happen when we leave my office.”

Steve nods in understanding and places a gentle hand on the small of your back. “I’m right here,” he reassures you. “I can carry you or find a place for you to sit if we need to take a break.”

The two of you leave your office and make it to your apartment with little difficulty. You leave the tablet behind on your desk. Like he promised, Steve supports you when you need it, and he slows down after you get off the elevator on your floor so that you can steady yourself.

“You gonna be okay?” he asks as you arrive outside the door of your apartment. The hall is empty of other agents and employees, though it’s close to dinner time, so you imagine that most of them are either out or making their way towards one of the cafes and cafeterias inside the Tower.

You nod and pull out your phone, typing quickly and then showing him the screen.

“You want me to stay? Are you sure?” Steve goes to shove his hands in his jacket pockets. He’s still dressed in his suit from the mission, so there’s no pockets, and his entire face flushes when his hands jab at nothing. He drops them back down to his sides as a giggle escapes you. Though he’s still pink, he grins wide at the sound.

Typing furiously, you tell him that of course you want him to stay. It’s helpful for you to have company to keep you present, and you trust him.

“I’m not exactly good company after missions,” he tells you. “I need to shower.”

You smile in understanding and type out another message. He watches over your shoulder, reading as you go. He seems a little relieved when you reassure him that he doesn’t need to talk if he just wants to relax after his mission.

“Watching movies sounds good. There’s so many I haven’t seen yet. Do you want to pick one of your favorites while I shower? I can come back with snacks.”

The promise of snacks makes you smile, and Steve smiles back. When you nod, he leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek. Your face is warm when he pulls away, and your smile turns shy as Steve backs away from you with a little wave.

“I’ll be back soon, Y/N,” he says, and you nod at him before heading into your room to set up the movie night.

As an afterthought, you pull out your phone and text him a few of your favorite snacks. Steve is quick to reply. He already knows what you like, apparently, and the sweet texts he sends you are enough to make your horrible afternoon feel like almost nothing.

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[wandanatsbaby]

Hello!! I don't know if you're accepting applications, but could you write about Wanda x Fem!Reader? The reader is mute from birth, Wanda meets her when she joins the Avengers and begins to be interested in learning sign language, it can be a platonic relationship or whatever you like 😊

Mute

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x mutereadr

Warnings: me being terrible at explaining

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When Wanda first joined the avengers she didn't understand that you were mute. Most of the time she thought you were ignoring her and when you did weird hand movements she didn't know what to think of it. Eventually though she went and spoke to Natasha about it. Natasha laughed in her face when she first thought that you were ignoring her.

"Wanda y/ns not ignoring you. She's mute. She uses sign language to communicate." Wanda's face turned beat red after hearing this. She felt bad for walking away now and never understanding you.

The next day Wanda ordered a sign book to learn it and within a week she could sign basic things.

One day as you were reading in your room she knocked on the door before walking in. You gave her a small smile as you waved at her. At this point you knew that she couldn't understand you and you didn't blame her.

You were very surprised though when she signed "hi my name is Wanda" you broke out into a happy smile and quickly signed back "hi Wanda I'm y/n"

For months it went back and forth like this. You even helped her sign difficult things. The whole team watched as Wanda got closer with you and used sign. Even if you could hear what she was saying it meant everything to you that she took the time to do this for you.

One night as you were sitting on the bed with Wanda watching a movie you noticed her staring at you the whole time instead. Looking up at her you signed "what? Is something on my face?" Quickly you started to wipe your face with your hand. Wanda laughed and you looked up at her with furrowed eyes.

"No. Nothing on your face. I just-" she paused for a moment and seemed to think something over before she opened her mouth and spoke "I love you" while also signing. When you didn't answer her she looked away confused.

Thinking quickly you grabbed her hand and put it up to your head. Looking at you shocked she shook her head. not wanting to hurt you with her powers. Looking at her pleadingly she sighed before going into your mind. She gasped when she heard the 3 little words in a whispered voice. She broke into tears and quickly tackled you on the bed before she starting crying.

After that the two of you started dating and couldn't be happier.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Unburdened

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Summary: He had never come across an omega without the ability to speak. He had never come across an omega who had such an effect on him, who had made him feel weak with a single glance.

You were an omega who was born without the ability to speak. At best, you could make small noises that resembled surprise or anguish, yet you’d never said a word. You were born silent; his voice had been taken from him for far too long.

When he first meets you with the rest of the team, after your brother offers his room in the tower while you try and find a job in the city, Bucky finds himself drawn to you, and you are drawn to him. He feels a connection to you, one that he didn’t think he could have after all he had been through with Hydra.

However, the more time he spends with you, the longer he’s exposed to your scent and you to his, the more open he is to become not just an alpha to omega, but as if he can finally do something beyond himself.

He feels as if this, as if you, were the one he has always been waiting for.

[chloe-skywalker]

Without Hurt - Kai Parker

Kai x mute Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 690

Requested: Can you do a kai parker x mute reader where she is a watch and Kai can siphone her powers without hurting her . She helps Kai helps Kai escape prison world and also helps him when Bonnie leave him in Lily’s person world. And they start to develop feelings for each other.- @raveenasblog​

Authors Note: I will always love kai and thank you for the request sorry it took so long to post I’ve had a lot of things in the works for the last year now and I’m not that into TVD anymore so I had to be in the right mood to finish it. I LOVED the mute reader idea! I haven’t done that before and it was very intriguing.

Masterlist

The Vampire Diaries Masterlist

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“We all ready to go?” Bonnie asked everyone as they got ready to head into another prison world.

“Yup.” Damon said coming up next to the witch.

‘Be safe’ Y/n spoke through her mind to Kai. If he would have been looking at her she would’ve signed, but since he wasn’t she used their connection. Y/n wasn’t always mute but after being treated horribly by her family for years it just felt like the safer option. 

Kai and Y/n had known each other for a very long time. They understood each other. Both had cast a spell long ago that made it they could communicate through just their minds if they wanted. He was one of the only people who knew all the details about why Y/n decided to be mute, and he wouldn’t change a thing. He learned sign lounge to communicate with her as well. Y/n has magic being a witch and all but the two found out early on in their friendship that for reasons they could not explain Kai could siphon from her and it didn’t hurt her. 

Y/n’s theory was it’s because since she didn’t talk she learned to do magic without speaking. Making her a very powerful witch. So powerful she has magic to spare.

“I will.”Kai smiled turning to face her. She was one of the only people that has ever cared about his well-being. “See you when I get back.”

It felt like forever to Y/n as she waited for them to all come back. Sitting in the Salvatore boarding house was not as entertaining as one might think. At least there was bourbon.

Y/n rushed to stand up when she saw Damon, Elena, and Bonnie appear. ‘Where’s Kai?’ Y/n signed looking around and not seeing her tall friend.

“Y/n-” Elena stepped forward but Y/n backed up before asking again.

‘Where is he?’ she signed fast this time.

“I left him there.” Bonnie stated looking proud of herself.

‘Why?’ Y/n glared at the witch. She never liked the bitch witch and here was another reason not to.

“Because he’s a monster y/n.” Bonnie said rolling her eyes at the mute girls expression.

Y/n shook her head in disbelief, no matter how sorry Kai was going to be she’d never forgive him, or believe him. ‘You don’t know or understand him.’

Y/n looked at each person in the room before grabbing her bag and heading to the door, obviously upset.

“Y/n, where are you going?” Elena called after her but she got no response Y/n just left slamming the door on her way out.

“Well, she took that well.” Damon snarked as he to left the room.

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It didn’t take Y/n long to figure out another way into the prison world. She took it immediately. She remembered to wear a jacket but once she got there she wished she had worn snow boots as well. Once she found Kai it was very much filled with relief. ‘I’m gonna get you out of here, Kai. I promise’. She thought to herself as she headed off to the house in the distance. Before she even got up all the steps the front door opened.

“Y/n?” Kai said his voice full of shock. Y/n waved and that confirmation had Kai running to the shivering girl. Wrapping her up in his arms. “Its so good to see you. GOD I missed you.”

‘Its good to see you as well.’ Y/n said telepathically hugging him back. Y/n held him and did the spell again.

Once they pulled back Kai looked around and noticed they were now standing in Y/n’s home. “Did you get me out?” 

Y/n nodded smiling up at her friend. Watching his shoulders sag as a result of stress leaving him.

“God I love you.” Kai smiled pulling her to him in an even tighter hug than last time. Relieved to be holding her again. Bonnie Bennet was gonna pay for separating him from his girl. He’d make sure of it.

Tag: @gruffle1

[paper-lilypie]

intermission!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello hello hello! A bit of a strange request but here goes nothin'. Could I have Glamrock Freddy, Montgomery Gator, and Michael Afton witnessing their Fem! Selective Mute! S/O flip her lid and start screaming at a guest (or in Michael's case a random jerk) who's being rude and talking bad about the boys?

Glamrock Freddy

He’s aware that some guests talk about how “dangerous” the older Freddy models were. But it hurts being compared to them. They were heavily flawed, and supposedly “possessed”. 

Why would anyone think he would be the same? Just because he was more alive and was capable of thought?

Although he never expresses these worries to you openly, you saw how upset he got when you both overheard some rude guests talking about him.

“I don’t like that stomach hatch thing. Remember that clown Freddy who had one and used it to kidnap kids?”

“Yeah, I saw the inside when he was bringing out the cake. It’s huge. My daughter ran to him and I had to yank her back. I don’t trust that robot near her. Like..what if he snatches her when I’m not looking?”

“You know the company will deny it ever happened even if you stood right there and it was caught on camera.”

“I wish they just scrapped him alongside Bonnie and Foxy. Those names are giving this place a bad rep-”

Hearing them talking so much shit finally pushed you to the limit as you stormed over. Freddy had no idea what you were gonna do, but was stunned as you snapped at them for insulting him.

The bear rarely heard you ever talk, which you attributed to selective mutism. He understood what that meant quickly and didn’t mind it at all.

So for you to break your silence to defend him made him feel warm inside (though he worries you’ll strain your voice).

Once they leave and apologize, you skip back to Freddy with a smile, perfectly calm. “They won’t bother you anymore.”

His own smile is huge and his mechanical heart is full <3

Montgomery Gator

Monty’s not afraid to get snappy with the guests--especially kids who whine about where Bonnie is and loudly complain that they liked the rabbit better.

He’s literally that “stop fucking crying bitch waa waa waa” audio from tiktok (but obviously internally since his programming won’t allow profanity).

Occasionally he hears parents mutter about how aggressive he is and keeping their kids away from him at all costs. If it didn’t violate protocol and risk him being scrapped, he’d have them by the throats for sure.

But he overhears one parent saying they’ll start a petition to get him decommissioned, which genuinely worries him.

Though you save the day and let loose on them, having no profanity filter as you basically tell them to gtfo and see if corporate cares about their shitty petition.

Monty, who witnesses all of this going down, gawks before smiling as he realizes his doll was willing to speak up in his defense.

He knew of your selective mutism (which makes for an interesting dynamic with the loud and brash gator), though to see you do this for him makes him grin.

Michael Afton

His face was known all around town, rumors about his tragic mistakes as a teenager always springing up.

People everywhere did double-takes when they see him out in public with you before whispering to each other about the “Afton boy” or “brother-killer”.

As if Michael didn’t already have nightmares from that incident and hated comparisons to his father...it got harder and harder to ignore them.

Especially when one jerk storms up to you two and tries coaxing you away from him.

“C’mon, sweetie. You don’t wanna be around people like him.”

This filled you with such unbridled rage, but you just force a smile and approach them, which breaks Michael’s heart at first....

Until you stomp on their shoe and tell them very loudly to fuck off and never speak to your boyfriend like that ever again.

Your voice startles even him, though he’s so grateful you’re willing to stand up for him and chase the stranger off.

It certainly won’t be the last time that happens, but he’s happy you’ll be by his side no matter what bullshit people say.

[ccalhoun]

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dwayne hoover x mute!male!reader

req: COULD YOU DO A DWAYNE HOOVER X MUTE MALE READER FLUFF? 😭 IM MUTE AND ITS SO HARD TRYING TO FIND ONES WITH MUTE READER (wattpad)

wc: 1.4k

warnings: male reader (he/him), mute reader, reader can be cis or trans it really doesn't matter, takes place before the movie, maybe second-hand embarrassment, awkward ending whoops sorry </3, kind of short

note: this was so fun to write tbh!!

cut for length!!

You get out of your parent's car, your notepad in hand as you got ready to have to deal with the hell that is school. You couldn't blame the bullies at school much, not many of them meet mute people in their lifetimes. You tried to use ASL but barely anyone knew it so you decided to just use a notepad and pen instead, you figured it was the main reason some kids made rude comments about it.

Your family had just moved to this town mid-school year, you hadn't minded it much since your family moved a lot but you were going to miss one of the friends you made in the town you were just in.

You walked into the office and wrote something down quickly, asking where the counselor's office is and showing it to someone at the front desk.

"What? can't talk?" She laughed after she spoke, her laughter dying down when she realized that you weren't joking. She quickly points you towards the office and goes back to work, filling out papers and such. You knock on the door before the counselor opens it, smiling at you when she sees your face.

"Hey, kiddo! What's up?" She says joyfully only to be met with you scribbling on your notepad, she frowned slightly before you showed her what you wrote. 'I need my schedule' written in big letters on the yellow paper. "Your schedule? Why won't you talk?" confusion rang in the counselor's voice. You pulled your notepad back to you and wrote again, this time saying that you're mute and don't talk, she nodded in understanding and invited you into her office. "What's your name?" She begrudgingly said as you sat down in one of the chairs.

You wrote it down and showed her, she typed the name into her computer and found your schedule, printing it out for you. As the page printed she turned her chair to be facing yours.

"You know, there's another mute student here, Dwayne Hoover. I think you two would get along, I'll call him down to give you a tour of the school," She turned back to her desk, not even noticing you shaking your head 'no' so she wouldn't call him down. She did some typing on her computer before pressing some numbers into the phone and telling whoever it was on the other end to send Dwayne Hoover down.

You waited awkwardly in the office while you waited for the supposed other mute to show up, you nervously twiddled with your thumbs when you heard a curt knock on the counselor's door.

"Oh, Dwayne! How good to see you again, this is a new student to the school that also happens to be mute. I was hoping you could take him on a tour of the school?" She said, standing up and grabbing papers she needed to deliver to another room. Dwayne just nodded and motioned for you to come towards him.

You stood up and followed him as he led you out of the counselor's office and down the hall. He made a writing motion with his hand, as if he was asking if he could talk to you through writing. You pulled out your notepad and wrote a small 'i'm m/n' written near the top. You handed the notepad to Dwayne and he read it, using his own pen to write 'dwayne' and hand the notepad back to you.

You two kept switching your notepad back and forth as you walked, ending up sitting down on a bench in the hall as you two communicated. He wrote down his house number and then wrote that you could call if you ever wanted to hang out, this turned into you two making plans to meet up after school so he could show you the music that he likes.

By the time you two were wrapping up your conversation the bell rang, so Dwayne walked you to your next class and went on his way. It was the third period when you two got done talking so you had to sit through the rest of the day waiting for it to be time to see Dwayne again.

At lunch, you saw him and sat next to him though you didn't talk as much. All you two wrote to each other was Dwayne asking if you wanted some of the apple slices he somehow got, you declined but told him you appreciated the offer. Lunch ended quickly after that, Dwayne walked you to your next class again and then left to his. You could barely focus in the rest of your classes thinking about what it would be like to hang out with Dwayne.

As the classes passed and the day got closer to 3:00 pm (15:00), you got more and more excited. When the bell finally rang, you rushed to the front of the school. Dwayne wrote that at the end of the day he would go to the front and look for you, he walked home from school every day so he didn't have to worry about if one of his parents would want to drive you to their house or not.

Just as Dwayne said he would be, he was in the front looking over the crowd of other kids to see you, he quickly found you and ran up to you, waving and motioning you to follow him just as he did the morning of that day.

You got the hint and started following him as you both walked to his house, you didn't write anything to him as you figured he'd still only want to focus on walking home instead of talking to you. It was a short walk, a little over half a mile. He frowned when he got to his house, embarrassed to introduce his family to you if they happened to notice that you two were there.

He made another notepad motion with his hands and you got the hint, pulling out your notepad and pen and handing it to him. He wrote for a bit and gave the notepad and pen back to you, standing and waiting for you to read it.

The note read, 'my family is embarrassing, you don't have to interact with them if you don't want to'

You understood where he was coming from but still wanted to meet them, you wrote your response before handing it back to Dwayne to read.

'that's ok, i get how embarrassing families go'. Dwayne handed it back to you and just shook his head with a small smile, leading you inside his house. At first, no one did anything, the house felt empty. Until you heard a door open and saw a little girl run out. She looked around 9 or 10, with big glasses. She squealed loudly when she saw you, then ran up to you and hugged your legs.

Her voice was going a hundred miles per hour, talking way too fast for you to even get anything she was saying. Eventually, she slowed down and was able to get out what she had been trying to say the entire time.

"Hi! I'm Olive, I'm Dwayne's little sister, are you Dwayne's friend? Can you stay the night?" Though her voice was calmed down, it certainly wasn't slowed very much. You nervously looked at Dwayne and he just motioned towards what you assumed to be his room, you nodded and smiled at his little sister. You waved a small bit before awkwardly getting her off your legs and getting into Dwayne's room. In his room he had his own note pad so he didn't have to get you to let him use yours, he got to his notepad and wrote something before showing it to you.

'sorry Olive is so hyper, I warned you about my family,' is what the note said, you just smiled a 'that's ok, i don't mind,' you wrote back. Dwayne went over to his collection of CDs and pulled a couple out, his favorites, before putting one of them into the CD player next to his bed. He wrote something on his notepad again before handing it to you, 'you can sit where ever, i don't mind' you nodded and handed it back.

Unsure of where to put your stuff, you took your shoes off and put them next to the door along with your backpack. You sat down on the edge of Dwayne's bed, next to where Dwayne sat down when you were taking off your shoes, and just listened to the music. You pulled out your notepad and wrote 'you have a good taste in music', handing it to him to read. He looked at you and smiled as he handed it back, writing down 'thanks' and a smiley face next to it on his own note pad.

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R6S Duolingo and language learning HCs

Stupid fluff/crack hcs for some of the r6s operators, inspired by a recent heated discussion in our research group about everyone’s Duolingo habits (lol).

Warnings/notes: none (unless you’re severely traumatized by the Duolingo owl, though if that’s the case, it’s probably already too late anyways) Slight romance and/or suggestiveness in some.

Sorted alphabetically under the cut—I wrote for everyone that popped into my mind at the time.

Ace: Will totally take the initial placement test for Norwegian, just for that cheap and easy XP-boost that will catapult him to the top of the leaderboard and allow him to flex his high score in front of the others. (Everyone knows what’s going on, but let’s let him have this.) Will be extra motivated should you decide to get the app as well and absolutely swoon over you should you decide to take up Norwegian (he still won’t take it well should you outcompete him on the leaderboard, though, so keep that in mind).

Bandit: Doesn’t really care for the app per se, but is more than happy to help expand your knowledge of German swear words and street slang should you decide to take it up, whether you want it or not. If you’re serious about learning the language, he will do his best to help you in earnest and make an effort to include you in the German banter between the GSG9 member (be careful, though, as he will absolutely take the opportunity to feed you wrong and/or offensive words every now and then so he can have a laugh when you cheerfully insult any of the other German operators, thinking you were merely throwing out some German slang). Will be more encouraged than ever to give you German pet names. He would also take the opportunity to introduce you to his favorite German bands and songs (just stay wary of the meaning of some of the lyrics you will inevitably pick up).

Blitz: This is his home turf—Elias doesn’t need to be convinced to download the app, he already has it (and every other language learning app out there) ready to go on his phone. He finds the questions and problems in Duolingo too easy to really challenge him, but he’ll use it to refresh his memory on grammar and vocabulary during breaks or look into the more exotic languages they offer just for fun. Gets very excited if you are interested in languages, too, and all the more so if the language you want to learn happens to be German! He will send you all kinds of materials and resources to help you study, from news articles to memes. When he sees you practicing using the app, he will come up to you and give you a kiss whenever you get an exercise right.

Doc: Gustave always encourages the people around him to try new things and stay flexible, physically and mentally, so he welcomes it when you introduce him to the app. Other operators might complain about the persistent reminders sent by the app, but Doc actually appreciates them—without them, he would quickly forget about the app again as he’s always caught up with work late into the night. Should you decide to learn French, he will gladly practice with you whenever you have a moment of time throughout the day, remaining patient and encouraging even as you torment him with the exhilarating questions about his name and profession that come with the early stages of learning a new language.

Dokkaebi: Will get super competitive and try to get as many of the other Rainbow members as possible into Duolingo as well. They don’t all have to learn the same language, but there will be an internal competition about who earns the most points every week. Will probably act casually about it, but then log into the app again at the last minute before the leaderboard closes, while her fellow operators are either already asleep or focused on something else and absolutely obliterate them and their scores. If you tell her that you want to learn Korean, she might be a bit surprised at first, but will quickly find it endearing when it becomes apparent that you’re serious about it. She loves it when you text her in Korean whenever you learned something new and will in turn send you Korean proverbs and other tidbits you might fight interesting.

Glaz: Not a huge fan of the app (maybe because he doesn’t think the interface is visually appealing?). Would maybe use it to gain a basic understanding of the language of a country he’s sent to on a mission + any themed lessons that catch his eye. If your native language isn’t English or Russian, he would use the app to check out the basics while he’s away from you, though he would much rather get the explanations directly from you. If you inform him that you’re trying to learn Russian, his heart will melt and he will shower you with sweet words of praise and encouragement to make you feel comfortable enough to speak to him in his native language. Will also buy you a premium subscription when you aren’t looking to make learning even more fun for you.

IQ: Monika is smart and a quick learner - you know it, I know it, it’s literally implied in her codename. Quickly uninstalls the app again because she finds the exercises too easy and doesn’t want to bother wasting time on having to unlock the few lessons she’d actually be interested in. If you or another operator were the ones getting her into the app, however, she’d keep it around just so she can keep doing the weekly challenges with you—she finds it cute when you get all competitive about it and it makes her happy that you want to participate in them with her. Her first reaction to you telling her that you want to learn German would be a blunt “Why?,” as she thinks you might get more use out of other languages. Tell her that you’re doing it for her and she becomes incredibly flustered (all the more so should you decide to call her by one or more German pet name(s)), yet happy at the same time.

Jäger: Marius quickly incorporated the app into his daily routine, usually getting his daily session in during breakfast or dinner. Will regularly remind his GSG9 colleagues to use the app by sharing his milestones to their group chat (*screenshot of perfect 2-week-streak* “Und bei euch so? 😏” (”what about you guys? 😏”) Will be very giddy should you decide to learn German—he’s very eager to practice with you and will constantly point out how certain things are called in German as well as give you additional info and expressions. He’ll probably get ahead of himself and it will be nearly impossible to remember everything he’s telling you, but he doesn’t expect you to and is glad to repeat it.

Kapkan: Hates it. Thinks the interface looks stupid, the sample conversations pointless, and was just about ready to ask Sledge to borrow his hammer to smash his phone and computer because he accidentally consented to receive all the reminders and push notifications and it’s driving him insane. If you’re using the app to learn a language and feel like its helping you, however, he is willing to put up with the eye sore that is the Duolingo owl and the noise pollution coming from the app, just for you (particularly if the language you are trying to learn is Russian—his adoration for your efforts outweighs any negative feelings he may have). If your native language is something different from Russian or English, he would make an effort to learn at least the basics in it when things start to get serious. While he’s a diligent student, he becomes surprisingly shy and easily flustered when attempting to speak to you in your native language, so stay patient and give him lots of encouragement.

Montagne: As his perceived lack of proficiency in foreign languages when compared to some of the other Rainbow operators is something that’s been bothering him on and off for some time, he was very happy and receptive when you introduced him to the app. He uses it to quietly practice by himself during moments of downtime as he goes about his day. I feel like he’d be the type of person to have a 500+ day streak that makes you go “damn! :0″ when you see it on their profile for the first time. Is over the moon when you reveal to him that you’ve been trying to learn some French for him and have nothing but praise for even your most awkward attempts at speaking to him in French. Naturally, he will want to repay the favor and take up your language in return, but it will take some verbal encouragement from you before he overcomes his shyness to actually talk to you in your native language.

Mute: would never resort to cheap exploits like raking in a massive number of points by acing the placement test in his native language (as others are rumored to have done), but would quickly figure out the little tricks, bonuses, and power-ups that allow him to continuously earn the highest score possible while learning. Finds the exercises too easy and doesn’t like how you have to unlock certain topics through progression, rather than being able to freely choose what you’re interested in learning right from the beginning. If your native language isn’t English, he will look for other better resources on it on his own. Even if English isn’t your first language, he doesn’t really see any concrete need for you to improve but will respect your desire to do so by providing you with recommendations for English books and movies, as well as the offer of discussing them with him once you’re done with them.

Smoke: While the gamification aspect does hold some appeal in his eyes, he doesn’t really feel the need to follow the path given by the app—he’s convinced that if you want to learn a new language, it should ideally come naturally to you by actively engaging with source materials in it (read: chemical safety data sheets, scientific papers, and online shitposts). Should his daughter discover her love for Duolingo-based language learning, however, you bet he would download and use the app, if only to keep her happy and connect with her (he would, however, be equally happy if you were to compete with her in the challenges in his stead—in fact, he would only adore you more for doing so). If your native language isn’t English, the first thing he would ask you to teach him are swearwords, if nothing else, so he can annoy his fellow operators even more effectively. If things get serious between the two of you, however, he will be more than eager to learn other things as well from you.

Tachanka: Would use the app to learn a few bits in your language as an icebreaker and to surprise you & show you how much he cares about you. Flirty and straightforward as he is, he would then quickly graduate to asking you for some one-on-one conversation training sessions, offering to teach you basic Russian (or flirting/swearwords, depending on how you roll). Should you decide to learn Russian, he will be all over you whenever you use your newly acquired, meager language skills on him — he will be incredibly happy and proud of you. In fact, he might get a little too excited and unintentionally embarrass you a little by boasting about your “skills” to his fellow Spetsnaz members, putting you on the spot when they subsequently demand a first-hand demonstration. He’s quick to pick up on the naughtiest, most suggestive expressions in your native language and will make good use of them behind closed doors with absolutely zero shame, causing your blood to flow to your face (as well as other places) whenever he does so.

Thatcher: Was most definitely pressured into getting the app by someone else on his team and only begrudgingly agreed to use it under the condition that that person would also set everything up for him. He will quickly get annoyed by it and delete it after Duo keeps counting typos he didn’t bother to correct as mistakes, subsequently providing you with ample opportunity to expand your vocabulary of British swearing. If English isn’t your native language, he would try to learn some phrases from your first language for you. He’s very serious about it and somehow selects rather lyrical source materials for this endeavor—on occasion he sounds like an old-timey gentleman plucked straight from a romance novel, causing a blush to appear on your cheeks every time he talks to you like that.

Thermite: Another one who would probably see Duolingo as a kind of dating app with extra steps. Would repeatedly come to you under the pretense of asking you how certain features of the app work, etc., just so he has an excuse to stay close to you. If you’re in an established relationship, he will ask you for a kiss for every exercise he gets right whenever he’s actually using it to practice. Will make an effort to remember the most random sample phrases to repeat them back to his fellow operators in their native language and think he’s hilarious for doing so. If you’re the type of person that gets discouraged whenever you accidentally miss a day, causing your streak to break (the type of person he is), he will briefly log into your account and do a quick and easy exercise just to keep your streak going when he sees you haven’t logged into the app after you’ve already gone to bed. Will also really work with the random, basic phrases he’s learned in your language so far to impress you or at least make you laugh.

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thank you for reading! <3  these were very fun to do! If you are missing a specific operator, I didn’t spontaneously have a scenario of them pop into my mind, but you are free to request them.

Next post (in a few days) will be less shitpost-y (I hope, lol)~!

[dy5t-0p14]

R6 and task force 141 boys reactions to an s/o with thicc thighs

Request: no

Pairings: r6 boys x reader (separate relationships) & task force 141 x reader (separate relationships)

GIGN

Rook: he will literally kiss the shit out of them

Doc: will ask you to put thigh highs on

Montagne: they will be his new pillows from now on

GSG9

Jäger: poke poke poke poke

Bandit: same as Montagne they'll be his new pillows

Blitz: “please choke me with them”

SAS

sledge: his new stress ball

Thatcher: will squish them when relaxing with you

Mute: will lay in between your thigh when relaxing so he can feel them against his head

Smoke: same as rook will kiss the shit out of them

FBI SWAT

Thermite: “damn they big as fuck…..not complaining though”

Castle: “if it was illegal to have thighs as big as yours I’d have to arrest you”

Pulse: Double takes whenever he sees them

Spetsnaz

glaz: constantly think about them

Fuze: same as bandit and montagne new pillows

Kapkan: like doc he will ask you to wear thigh highs

Tachanka: he want's to have a meeting with god when he sees them please just choke him

Task force 141

captain price: hugs them

Soap: squishes them

Ghost: takes pictures to save it

Roach: “GLORY GLORY WHAT A HELL OF A WAY TO DIE”