deaf!Iceland x mute!Reader - We All Need One (R)

Request - Deaf!Iceland x Mute!Reader – We All Need One

Everyone needs a friend. Whether they're human, animal, inanimate, or whatever it is, friends are very important. Friends are like a lifeline to the world, a connection to things that go on outside of your life. Life revolves around community and friends.

You were rushing down the hall to get to your next class. You were about to be late. Being late would be hard to explain, for two reasons. The first is you had no excuse.

The second being you were physically unable to speak.

Ever since you were a baby you had not been able to speak. The doctor said that your vocal chords were not in working order. Something had gone wrong in their development while you were still growing in your mother.

Sure, you knew sign language, but not many people understood it. Because of this, you had to carry around a notebook or whiteboard everywhere so people could understand what you wanted to tell them. Currently, you were hugging a small whiteboard to your chest along with your binder.

While you took a second to look at the mural on the wall you were passing, you walked right into someone's back. He must not have been paying attention either.

Papers and books scattered. Both of you fell, you onto your backside and he on his hands and knees. You recognized the boy to be someone from all of your classes, but you couldn't remember ever hearing his voice. Both of you hurried to gather up papers and books. Your whiteboard lay on top of a few of his papers.

His name was Emil Steilsson. With his pale skin, silvery hair, and violet eyes, he looked like any girl's idea of perfect. This did include you.

Once everything was gathered he shifted his things to one hand and began to make hurried gestures with his free hand. He knew sign language! You recognized "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." With a smile, you replied with, "It's fine. Neither was I."

Emil seemed shocked that you knew sign language. "Are you deaf?" he asked. You shook your head and took out your marker.

"I can't speak. There's something wrong with my vocal chords. Are you?" you wrote. He nodded.

"I see. I'm sorry. We have class together, so why don't we walk? If we explain together they will excuse us," you scrawled. The bell had rung as you were gathering papers, and you told him this.

Emil nodded and put his hand on your shoulder to follow you. This must have been why you sat next to him in every class. If you had been told, you would have gotten to know him a lot sooner!

The school would definitely be hearing about this.

Once at class, you used your whiteboard to explain to the teacher why the two of you were late. They nodded and waved you to your seats. Emil pushed a folded piece of paper to you a few moments after sitting down. It was written in a hurried scrawl.

"I'm sorry for making you late. But I'm glad we ran into each other. The only reason I don't have anyone helping me is because I can read lips. It helps that our teachers don't turn around much."

You smiled. After scrawling a reply, the sheet was pushed back.

"I am too. I guess this is why we sit next to each other in every class, but the school could have at least told us about each other."

Emil nodded and turned his attention to the board. Throughout the course of the class, you were called on twice, and Emil was once. Both of your answers, written on your board and held up for the teacher to see, were correct. You nudged Emil for the teacher, and he borrowed your whiteboard to answer. He was correct as well. The two of you spent the day together, finally able to have someone to speak to.

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About five months passed. You spent a lot of time with Emil, and you had met his family. They accepted the fact that you couldn't speak, and you had fun with them.

Emil had asked you to meet him in the park between your homes. Carrying a bag holding a cellphone to text with, your wallet, your whiteboard, and a marker, you walked to the fountain in the center and waited for him to arrive. You sat on the edge of the fountain and placed your hand in the cool water.

You smiled and reached in your bag for a coin. You lifted the coin to your lips and closed your eyes to make a wish.

I wish Emil would notice me the way I notice him.

You opened your eyes and tossed the coin in with a gentle smile. Someone placed a hand on your shoulder. Emil was standing behind you, and his hand was the one on your shoulder. He actually had a smile on his face, which was not very common.

"Hi, Emil. So what did you want to do today?" you signed. You had begun to form a crush on him so just being there with him was amazing.

"Why don't we look around for something?" he replied. You nodded and took his offered hand.

Emil helped you up and didn't let go of your hand. You turned pink, but you didn't protest. He led you further in towards town, walking as if he knew exactly where he was going. Using your free hand, you said you thought that the two of you were going to just wander.

"I thought of someplace we could go."

Emil led you to a small café. It had a homey feel to it. There were homemade wooden decorations all over, old photos and newspaper clippings hanging on the walls, and a jukebox sitting near the register. It was a cute little place.

A hostess led you to a booth in a corner. You excused yourself to go to the restroom, only to find a very flustered young waiter trying to catch Emil's attention with words. You hurried back. The boy was glad to find you could hear, but when he asked you something, you had to hold up a finger and pull out your whiteboard.

"Emil can't hear and I can't speak. If you need his attention, either ask me or tap his hand, okay? I'm sorry for the problem," you wrote.

The young waiter nodded. He told you what he had been trying to ask Emil. You tapped his hand and translated the message. The waiter had been trying to ask what Emil would like to drink.

Emil said hot chocolate. You told the waiter what he wanted and your order. He nodded and walked away, leaving you to "talk" with Emil. If anyone were to look over at you two, they would see silent laughter and the quick gestures of sign language. The two of you were the happiest people in there, and neither of you could even speak!

Emil got up to use the restroom soon after the drinks arrived. You used that time to look around the diner. Your waiter, a guy of average height with auburn hair, was talking hurriedly to another waitress. She turned to look towards you, giving you a glimpse of her black glasses perched on the tip of her nose. Purple and white streaks were in her golden blond hair, tied back into a low ponytail. You wondered what he was saying. He seemed upset.

When Emil returned, you told him what had happened. His eyebrows knit together, but he told you not to worry. The food arrived soon after. The girl had handed you your plate with a smile while your original waiter handed Emil his. They walked away, glancing back every few steps.

You touched Emil's hand, worried about why they kept glancing back. He smiled at you to calm you down. The two of you then dug in.

After taking a few bites, someone stepped up to your booth. You looked up to see a big, scary looking gorilla of a man standing there. The man had two hunting knives strapped to his belt.

You dropped your fork and knife and scooted closer to the window. Emil felt you kick his foot as you moved, and looked up to see the man too. You reached a shaking hand over to him and grasped his.

"You're sitting in my booth," the man said in a gruff voice. You were trying to hide your trembling.

The two people who had served your food walked up. The boy seemed scared, but if the girl was, she didn't show it.

"Sir, you cannot be in here anymore. After last time, the police said no more entering our restaurant," she said.

"This is my booth," he said again without turning around.

"Sir, I must ask you to leave," she said.

"Veh… I- If you don't go, we'll have to call the police…" the boy said.

The man said nothing. He just continued to stare intently at you. Emil started to get up, motioning for you to stay sitting. The servers began to whisper to each other.

"Veh~ What do we do, Kay? He won't leave," the boy said.

"Go call the cops, Feli. I'll stay here and make sure nothing happens," Kay said.

Feli walked away quickly and picked up the phone next to the register. His lips moved quickly as he spoke into the phone. The boy's eyes never left you.

The police arrived soon. They placed the man in handcuffs and led him outside. Kay never had to do anything, luckily. She went outside for a moment to explain for you, and came back when the police took him away. She smiled at you.

"I'm sorry about that. That guy's a little loopy. He's not supposed to come anymore because he did something last August like that. I guess he feels he owns that booth or something."

"It's okay, and thank you," you wrote for her. After finishing the food, the two of you left a tip for both Feli and Kay.

"I was so scared, Emil," you signed after walking out of the restaurant. You clung to him, shaking like a leaf on a quaking aspen.

Emil placed his arm around you. He replied with, "It's fine now, (f/n)." You smiled and looked down at the flowers you were passing by.

You felt a slight pressure on your head, and turned to smile at Emil. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and headed on to the next place with him.