Voice (Jacksepticeye x Deaf!Reader)

*Badum*

Seán smiles a small bit, reaching for the doorknob, both of us, nose width apart. 'You're welcome (y/n)..'

Throughout the night, I had many soundless dreams.

In my dreams, I'd like to imagine what sound would be like. From day to day I feel the vibration of the many sounds. So in my dreams, the items move in accordance to the vibration, like a television would vibrate faster rather than something like a cat would. That would vibrate slower.

That's how I see sound in my dreams.

However, this dream in particular is different from the rest. Instead of all my individual items giving of their own sound, everything was vibrating the same wavelength.

Startled, I open my eyes. That.. was unusual..

I catch a glimpse of my surroundings. It definitely was not my room.. Recalling back to last night I remember it was Seán's.

I stretch, hoping to get at least a few more minutes of sleep before school and turned over in his bed.

Seán.

There he was. Asleep.

I didn't dare to move anymore, scared to wake him.

What was he doing in bed? With me??

I relaxed in the bed, watching him carefully. 

I don't remember agreeing to this.

Seán was sleeping peacefully. I couldn't get a read on what the purpose of him being there was.

I moved closer. Maybe he drank some more when we got to his house?

I sniffed. Nothing but a peppermint sent coming from his mouth. Did he brush his teeth last night before coming into bed with me?

I pull the blanket up, still dressed in last night's clothes.

I set the blanket down. This is not creepy...

His hand was not to far from my head... I reached for it and held it, the way he held it last night.

Not creepy at all...

I look over and seen Seán's eyes beginning to open. With no time to move away, I just shut my eyes and pray that he blames it on the sleep.

I feel Seán attempt to pull his hand away but stops short. It feels like it lasts hours before he reacts by removing his hand from mine, but he doesn't leave the bed yet..
Instead of the weight moving away from me, it moves closer... Too close. I feel a warm breath on my face that made it difficult to suppress the warm feeling in my cheeks. I felt his hand run along my face.

I wanted to open my eyes, but before I could he stopped, the weight shifted off the bed, and I felt a gust of wind indicating a door was shut.

//That beginning part may have been weird but I needed to further the story by some small thing.

Also, what are your thoughts on Jack's new Ego videos?? I'm freaking out
Mikey Mae//