#mute!reader

No, thanks. Stop worrying over me.

A light huff escapes Damian before he begrudgingly accepts your answer. He crosses his arms and looks back at Titus, who stares right back at his owner.

»This dog is really spoiled, thanks to you.« Damian finally speaks up and gives you a short glance before getting off the floor. You wish you could answer him or at least let out a small snort, but all that comes out is a short exhale of air— barely similar to a snort. Damian understands it anyway.

You focus back on Titus and continue to give him soft belly rubs, before a soft tune comes from the other side of Damian‘s room. It‘s soft jazz, and once you look over, you see him standing near the recorder with a few other vinyl‘s in hand. This makes you curious, and you quickly usher over to him. A soft tap on his shoulder catches his attention, his green pair of eyes finding your own. It‘s hard not to notice your clear excitement.

Can I look through them? You gesture to the various albums in his hands, and Damian holds them out to you without hesitation. The few vinyl‘s are mostly from classic jazz artists, some being piano concerts, while the other are band compositions.

»I have more in here, if you‘re interested.«

He asks up after a moment, being already crouched down at a shelf near the recorder. You watch him before joining him on the floor, starting to go through the albums. It is just another way to get a glimpse of his mind and his taste. And when he answers your questions, it‘s like you get even more admireable information to be grateful about.

The silence streches between you two, being filled by the gentle jazz tunes from the recorder.

Damian takes the chance to simply study you, to take in your features without being interrupted. After a moment, a wet tongue drags along his cheek, all the way to his hairline. Damian groans and pushes his dog‘s head away gently, glaring at Titus. But the glare softens quickly, not being able to be annoyed for too long.

»Why are you so affectionate? Hungry?«

He sees your amused smile from the corner of his eye, briefly glancing over to you.

Can I feed him treats?

»After his real dinner.« Damian promises, eventually getting off the floor to take care of his starving dog. You get up and follow along quickly, curling your pinky around his own. He doesn‘t mind, letting you reach out to him, since he knows you are more comfortable with physical reassurance.

»Master Damian, I see you have a friend over.« Alfred makes himself known once you enter the kitchen together.

»Titus is hungry.«

»Right.« The butler nods, giving you a final glance, before he walks out of the kitchen.

When he first met you, after scaring off a group of bullies, he didn‘t even realise you were mute. He only pieced it together when you signed something to him, that he didn‘t understand at the time. That was a year ago, now you were close to being best friends.

The moment he asked Alfred if he could teach him sign language, he put a lot of effort to keep you as a friend. His first real friend from school.

Titus eats up his food eagerly, almost drooling all over the place. You stay longer and get outside into the big backyard of their, together with Damian, playing fetch with his dog.

Unfortunately, the hang out comes to an end when the sun sets, and your parents pick you up from the manson.

Damian feels his heart break everytime you have to leave, exchanging a tight hug before he finally lets you go home. He lingers at the doors, watching you get into your parents car before driving off.

»How long have you been together?« Tim startles him from behind, a lazy smirk on his face as enjoys the jump he earned form Damian.

»Drake, « Damian hisses, turning around to face him fully after shutting the door tight, »they are just a friend!« He defends himself, crossing his arms over his chest, a habit he still can‘t shake off.

Tim cocks his head, seeming unimpressed. »Yeah, you do everything for them, like—«

»I know I learned sign language just for them, but anyone would do that.« The younger interrupts, rolling his eyes at the elder‘s teasing.

Surely, their argument goes on and on until one of them gets scolded by Alfred, but the point still stands.

He‘d do anything for you.

←MASTERLIST

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Sitting on the sidewalk with Mystery, her notebook and pen in her hands, the stars were shining brightly above her, their shoulders pressed together but their hands never touching.

The moments of silence were louder than the noise of the city, Mystery looked at her, and she was writing something with a smile on her face.

the notebook resting on her legs and the pen dragging over the page filled the silence of the street.

she wrote, "how was your day?" with a kitten drawn next to it.

I had some tea and read some books, I wanted to see you- Mystery looked at the sky avoiding looking at the her.

With a big smile she dropped the pen into her lap and extended her hand to him.

Mystery slowly took her hand and put it in his hoodie pocket while still holding it with their fingers intertwined.

the warmth of her hands and the cold of his hands, together, mixed.

Mystery took a sip of coffee as he watched the girl write what she wanted to say to him. The library was very crowded and noisy. Mystery would have been uncomfortable, but she was there with him, and soon all that noise was transformed into a comfortable silence.

While she was writing, the librarian passed by with a stack of books in her hands, so high that it covered her entire face, causing her to crash head-on into a pillar, knocking over everything she had in her hands.

The girl automatically got up from her seat and ran to help the librarian, helping her pick up the books scattered on the floor.

Thank young one - The librarian nodded her thanks to the girl, who smiled in response and sat back down in front of Mystery.

I don't understand, why did you help her? She's always so rude to everyone - Mystery bent down to pick up the girl's pen that had fallen to the floor.

the girl changed the page, leaving behind what she was writing before, starting to write something new, turning the page to Mystery "She's already old, and having to deal with this bunch of people every day must be stressful, she must have a good heart :)"

Mystery smiled slightly, going back to drinking his coffee.

Mystery was sitting in the living room, anxiously awaiting the girl's arrival. She had told him she was arriving a few minutes ago, so Mystery sat in the living room with Abby and Baby, who were in front of the TV playing video games.

The *Click* of the door opening and hurried steps already revealed the girl's arrival, making Mystery turn to follow her with his eyes.

the backpack in her hands and shirt falling over her shoulders, some stars in her hair preventing her hair from falling in her face, she was beautiful, she was always beautiful in his eyes

She sat next to Mystery, taking her pen and notebook out of her backpack and placing it next to her on the sofa, then taking out a black bag, catching his attention.

What is that? - Mystery pointed to the black bag in the girl's hand curiously

The girl handed the black bag to the boy so he could open it, picking up the notebook and started writing: "These are hair clips that glow, can I put them in your hair?"

The boy shook his head, opening the bag and taking out one of the hair clips.

The girl separated strands of Mystery's hair and placed the clips smiling, the boy shyly hugged her waist bringing her closer to him.

When she finished, she took out her cell phone and took a picture to show him handing the cell phone to Mystery.

the girl tried to find her notebook on the sofa, but it was no longer there.

Do you want this? - Abby playfully waved the book over his head.

The girl jumped a few times trying to grab the notebook from Abby's hands, but Mystery was faster, snatching the notebook from his hand.

Both the girl and Abby widened their eyes as they looked at Mystery who carefully returned the notebook to the girl's hands.

You shouldn't do this to her, she's always so sweet, respect her. - Mystery dug his finger into Abby's chest, scolding him.

Mystery muttered something but continued to look at Abby.

The girl wrote something quickly, fearing that this would turn into a bigger fight "It's okay Myst, it was just a joke!" lightly tapping the boy's shoulder to get his attention

Dude, I know you're fighting for your girl, but I can't take you seriously with those shiny stars in your hair. - Baby laughed, pointing at Mystery's hair

and then she smiled, that smile he loved, softening him.

Matt: Hi yes. I've had it for 4 momths? I'll type and it comes out wromg. It sometimes registers doubble letters when I havven't pressed twice. It's not all the tine though. Sometimes it works fone.

You: How long has this been happening?

Matt: About a weel. Week.* It started small but it's getting more fdequent. I used this for work so it's becoming a oroblem. Mostly the right side keys. Dots 456 seem to be main ojes. *ones. Sorry.

You: Have you tried calibrating the touch sensitivity in settings?

Matt: Yes. That seemed to hela for about a day and then it staryed again. I'm pretty sure I'm hitting the rifht keys but maybe I'mm not? Hard to tell without beimg able to see the screen

You: It's probably not something you're doing wrong. These things happen. Let me run a remote diagnostic if that's ok with you.

Matt: That sounds greta. Great.* Sorry for the typos. Hard to fix them when I can't see what I wrote

You: No need to apologize! That's literally what I'm here for.

Matt: So is thjs the part wherre you tell me to turn it off and on agwin?

You: Haha. Only if you want the full authentic IT experience amirite lol

Matt: I fwel like I'm not gettting my money's wortth if you don't. Haha

You: IJBOL

Matt: Ijbol?

You: "I just burst out laughing." Sorry. Okay, I think I found the issue. There's a firmware conflict that's affecting the response. I can push an update remotely if you're okay with that.

Matt: Ok go for it. I trust yiu. You.*

Matt: You're a lifesaver. Thank you.

You: Happy to help! If it happens again, don't hesitate to submit another ticket.

Matt: Do you have a number I can call for next time? I feel like this would go faster on the phone. No pressure though.

You: Hmm I can transfer you to our phone support line :) One of our voice agents can help you from there. Let me get someone for you.

Matt: Ok. Sure. Thanks again for all your help.

Ticket #4780 — Submitted by Murdock, Matt.

Issue: Same problem recurring after update.

You: Hi Mr Murdock. :) Looks like we're having the same issue again.

Matt: Hi you're the same person from before?

You: That's me! I remember you.

Matt: I asked for you specifically. The guy I talked to on the phone seemed annoyed that I couldn't tell him what was on the screen

You: Yikes. Really sorry about that. Some of our agents aren't as patient as they should be & that totally defeats the purpose of what we're doing here. I'll make a note. Checking your settings now too by the way.

Matt: No worries. You're way better anyway.

You: Wow thanks haha. That's my job! You're very easy to help.

Matt: Can I call you next time instead? Might be easier.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard, thinking.

You: Thanks for your appreciation :)

You: Sorry though, I'm actually mute so I can't talk over the phone.

You: I can direct you to one of the agents I personally know, I'm sure you'll have a better experience with him! I know calls are probably easier for you :)

Matt: Oh ok.

Matt: Thanks for telling me. No need to redirect. This works great for me too. My screen reader handles text fine

You: Thanks for being so understanding. Dreamboat customer :)

Matt: :)

You: Okay, not seeing too much issue on here so I think your device should be fixed now. Sorry it keeps acting up.

Matt: Thank you!

Matt: Same time next malfunction I guess. "IJBOL."

You: Haha

“I’m Remus, and this is Regulus.” He said, motioning towards the younger boy with his head. You offered the best smile you could muster and nodded hello to the two of them.

“What subject are you working on?” Regulus asked, attempting to peek at your notebook. You pulled the textbook from under your elbow and showed them the front cover.

“Herbology.” Remus narrated. “I’ve always been pants at that, honestly.”

You smiled gratefully at the two; most people don’t put much effort into trying to converse with you once they realize it requires a touch more effort on their end.

“What’s your favourite class?” Regulus asked then, causing your stomach to drop.

They had to know, right? They couldn’t not know. Did they think you would finally talk if only you wanted to badly enough? Or was this a prank? You didn’t think pranks were the younger Black’s thing, but you knew Lupin hung around with a folly crowd.

You’re not sure how long you’d been sitting there spiralling when you felt a gentle nudge to your wrist. You looked to see a piece of parchment and a quill being pushed towards you by Remus.

You looked to him then, trying to see if you could spot any malevolence in his expression.

You couldn’t.

You cautiously took the quill and parchment and scrawled out your answer quickly. Passing it back and trying to ignore the burning of your cheeks or the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

Remus beamed at your response. “I love that class too.”

“May I ask something that might come across as terribly forward?” Regulus asked suddenly, causing your heart rate to spike.

“I was only wondering how you converse with your friends or family; what’s most comfortable for you?”

You let out a steadying breath and accepted the quill and parchment back from Remus to quickly write “sign”. 

Regulus smiled at that, and you weren’t sure you expected a Black to be capable of an expression so soft.

“Wonderful.” He said as he pulled out a heavy book from his bookbag; a muggle book entitled “BSL for Dummies”. 

You felt your eyebrows migrate into your hairline as your mouth fell open.

“Now, if it’s not terribly inconvenient for you, do you think you might be able to help us learn?” Remus asked, smiling kindly at you.

You nodded quickly, mouth quirking up into a smile as Regulus helped turn the book towards you so he could ask “is this the right way to ask someone out on a date?”

He leaves notes scattered around, as you do too. ones with little messages of your schedule and plans. ones written with more love than any other person could comprehend. notes shared between you and him. notes saying 'i loved that dish, could we make it again' and a reply under, 'of course, i'll do anything for you'. it seems simple and dumb, but a nice way to talk to each other anyway.

Heizou

Who likes when you just listen to him, and let him do anything he kind of wants to since you can't talk back, but he also loves when you just draw your thoughts on paper.

He loves to talk, but mostly loves when he gets to talk to you since you always listen to him so closely. he loves when he can just drag you to to places, but of course he's nice about it (kind of) and ask you if you wanna go to that new ramen shop that opened in the outskirts of Inazuma City, which he kind of answers for you because of course you do! in which you smile at (smile at him or else...)

He likes your little drawings, and especially when its a little puzzle he has to solve so he can understand what you're saying and loves to guess wrong purpose so he can get a reaction out of you. and even has a special sketchbook, that he keeps on him at all times. he also sometimes goes trough it and just smiles at all your little drawings. remembering the time that you drew it, and all the cute little faces you made when he teased you for how bad it looked.

Cyno

Who helps you talk with small drawings in the sand and learned sign language so he could communicate with you properly.

He's often out in the desert, and from time to time takes you with him. which makes it easy to express yourself when all you need is a stick, sometimes his spear if he lets you, and sand which is already in front of you at all times. the little drawings that symbol your love, so many hearts all over the sand it would be hard to count how many times you drew them. he gave you his cape at night when you were extra cold? you drew a heart around his feet as a 'thank u, i love you', in which he cutely (your words) responded with, "i love you too" right after.

Whom learned sign language just because he felt like you were left out a little, but also learned the wrong one at first so you had to help him and learn him some signs as well. but the first thing you learned him was how to say "i love you", but didn't tell him what it meant so you could do it without him noticing just for a little while longer.

Wanderer

Who hates being touched, but makes you touch his shoulder when you need something and gifts you a book so you can write to him when needed

He, despite hating when people touch him, he cant think of many other ways you could get his attention, so he wants you to touch him when you need him. it doesn't matter if he had an extra bad day, its the best way to get his attention, so touch him all you want. it is you after all, the love of his life, he would let you do whatever you wanted to do, just tap his shoulder and give him a few signs or point at something, anything you want you'll get.

Others would say that he would be annoyed at you for pushing a book up to his face every hour or so, but he surprisingly he doesn't get annoyed at all and "tolerates" you pretty well. in fact he loves when you just stand there and write in your little book, he thinks its adorable when you glare at him as a sign to wait for you to finish.

Albedo

Who is normally very quiet but when he's with you he loves to talk, but of course, he loves the times when it's just you and him sitting together in silence

He could be seen as quite shy if you didnt know him well, but when around you he was the complete opposite, talking about everything he did that day, was currently doing, what plans he had ext. he loves when you just listen to him, but if you ever tried pointing at smt to ask like yk 'whats this?' he would be overjoyed and you wouldn't be able to make him shut up for hours about that one thing.

He looked at you when you had put your hand in front of his sketchbook, you looked at him sweetly before kissing his cheek, catching him by surprise. he put down his sketchbook and kissed you back on your forehead. it was just a quiet moment between you two and you wouldn't have it any other way.

thx for reading i hope your day went/goes well, luv ya-Masterlist

You smile, leaning back in your own chair. You start to sign, your hands moving quickly as you go through a short recap. /Spencer got me this pastry from the bakery this morning, and it was so good./ Spencer’s voice easily narrates your movements.

“Sounds delicious,” Emily sighs, the sound so longing that you think she may be imagining a pastry of her own to munch on.

You’re selectively mute. As soon as you joined the team a few years ago, everyone loved you from the beginning. While they did their best in learning sign for you, Spencer was already a pro and did most of your translating.

He sits next to you—right now, at least. Hotch has gotten into the habit of separating the both of you when work gets slow. You indulge him and his distractions, even though you’re so quiet. You can’t be blamed! You like to listen to him speak. Who cares how much work is piling up?

It’s nice. You could go as fast as you wanted, and Spencer could always keep up with you. Sometimes when you were in the comfort of your own home, curled up on the couch with Spencer, neither of you would even say words. It would be a silent exchange where you would sit and “talk” for hours.

“Oh, damn it,” Emily mutters, sitting back in her chair and staring down at her lap. Her voice is laced with exasperation. “Not again.”

JJ hums. “Someone sounds cranky.” She peers over to get a better look at what’s going on.

A sharp breath passes through her. She starts toying with her belt, shaking her head briefly. “No, I just got this new belt a while ago, but it’s super crappy. This is my first time wearing it, and it keeps coming undone.” She fixes said belt, holding onto it like she’ll do it for the rest of the day if she has to. “If these pants weren’t so loose, I’d just take it off,”

You nod. Spencer speaks as you sign. “You should try Spencer.”

Everyone’s confused, including Spencer.

“‘Spencer’?” JJ wonders, eyeing you curiously, though amusement is shining in her gaze.

You have to hide your smile as you turn to Spencer, shaking your head gently. You go slow. /The clothes./

Spencer’s eyes immediately light up. “Oh!” he exclaims, turning back to everyone. He starts to sign as he speaks, and you’re not sure if he realizes he’s even doing it. “Sorry, suspenders. She’s saying you should try suspenders.”

Your laugh is silent, and you shake your head in your amusement. /Yeah. I used to wear them as a kid. I went through a phase./

They nod in understanding, but then Emily’s brow furrows and she chuckles. “Wait, do you call Spencer ‘Suspenders’?”

You shrug, glancing away. /They sound really similar…/ Spencer’s voice doesn’t match the quiet of your movements, but that’s okay.

He nods anyway. “Yeah. Emily, she calls you ‘Mystery’.”

Her face shines in surprise, a smile creeping on her lips. “Oh, cool,” she mutters.

JJ smiles big, leaning toward you and crossing her arms over her chest. Her interest is piqued now. “What about me?”

You purse your lips in the same way Spencer does, that awkward tight smile that you adore so much as you glance over at him. He mirrors your expression, clearing his throat and shrugging lightly. “She just signs J-2.”

Her shoulders drop a bit, her smile shrinking. “Oh,” she mumbles. A tiny sigh slips past her lips.

You rub your fist clockwise over your heart in apology. /It’s simple./

She shakes her head dismissively. “I get it.” She’s not really upset, but she had hoped for something more exciting. She turns back around to her desk to finish the work shining over her screen.

Emily looks at you past her computer, one brow raised with a curious grin. You forget how pretty she is sometimes. “Suspenders, huh?” she says quietly.

You shrug, your signs just between you and her. /He holds me up./ She laughs, muttering something about you being corny before she’s placing her attention back on her screen.