billy lenz spending his first valentines day with his deaf girlfriend
♥ summary: showing the isolated man what having a lover really means.
♥ relationships: billy lenz x "girlfriend" (feminine referring) reader (romantic)
♥ word count: 1,088
♥ warnings: reader doesn't know english, reader was born deaf, eating vanilla cookies, mentions of sex
♥ author's note: not too well vamped on the well-accepted fanon version of billy so ? i hope this satisfies you all. also it is a little weird to me that i title this 'his deaf ___' when i don't think their deafness has anything to do with the story - but for those who are not following me and don't see my content - I write deaf s/o's. i think i might continue titling them like this. just for awareness of our niche category?
It starts with you daydreaming about what to do this year. Your time spent with Billy has never entered the realm of February. This is, arguably, a good thing. Introducing him to Valentines' Day while early in the relationship would probably not be too good of an idea. At the heart of Billy Lenz, someone whose depth relies on his mysteriousness, are boundaries that are rather bluntly revealed. As his girlfriend, it is almost your job to wiggle your way into his heart through ways other than sexuality.
That is rather difficult. Even now. Ever since that day where he was muttering things against you (his way of flirting, even though he knows you cannot hear what he is saying), you pushed him away to ask him if he even liked having sex. Now you know that this was not a good move.
You survived, at least.
And you survived with a new morality. So did he, but of course he didn't show it.
All of your life has led up to you here now, adding pink and red sparkles onto glue in a stupid little Valentines' Day card. You've been exposed to so much love content since you were a child. Has he too? He doesn't talk about his past much. Well, he does not in a language you would understand. Maybe he was raised with a childhood crush that he had given heart lollipops to every year. Maybe he was homeschooled with no television or connection to the outside world at all. One of those options sounds more plausible than the other. Regardless, you are positive that he has had at least one heart-shaped cookie before.
The most embarrassing part of this on your end is the fact that you have nothing to write inside this card. You were not exposed to a bilingual environment at birth. You knew ASL, end of story. Only recently did you put effort into learning how to read basic sentence structures in English. Billy knows that. Or at least you think he does. Instead of using words, you just used glitter to draw out a heart. When you finish it, you hide it in one of the drawers in the kitchen and continue on with your evening.
The next day, February 14th, you drag him into the kitchen. His tall body hunches a bit at the force to which you tug on his arm. Your touch is valued only for how eager it is. At your destination, you stop, letting go to try and find where you left the card. Billy watches you with clueless eyes.
When you find the gift, you hold it loosely in your hand. The tiny bit of anxiety in your stomach makes you hesitate. All you can do is tell yourself to get over it. With that, you stand in front of his unmoving body and hold up the card.
"For you." You sign, hoping he understands.
He slowly takes it, analyzing the cover (two cartoon bears cuddling) and opening it. Piles of glitter fall out onto the tiled floor. There's a moment before his facial expression becomes readable to you. His lips part while he examines the cover again. And with that, he takes off, rushing up the stairs and slamming the attic's cover behind him.
You know you taught him the sign for thank you.
It doesn't matter much to you. At least with this, you can bake cookies in peace. There will be no chance of him squeezing into your body or pulling you away from the bowl mid-pour. He is not known for being considerate. So you take your time enjoying the fact that you won't have to clean up spilled batter afterward. You use cute heart cookie cutters to shape the cookies. When they get put in the oven, you sweep up the overturned glitter from before. Still no sign of him. No worries. If he doesn't come down by the time that the cookies are done, you'll go up and get him yourself.
Which is eventually when you end up doing. You take an umbrella, pushing it up on the door in your way of knocking. It opens almost immediately. That's good. You stand and wait as he crawls out from his house in your home. There's no card in view. It's only now that you wince a bit thinking about if he was doing something inappropriate with it. Good thing you refuse to barge into his little cave.
The rest of the afternoon is spent together. He does not attempt to hide away from you again in that time. He eats the majority of the cookies and then pulls you into his chest, falling back onto the couch so the two of you could lay as one. You can taste the crumbs of vanilla. His hands lazily drag up and down your back, going under your shirt to feel your warm skin. There is no way for you to communicate with him that today is an important holiday, but you are sure he gets the jest of it.
You fall asleep in your bed alone. He holds your hand as you walk up the stairs, of course, but he doesn't accompany you into bed. Spending February with Billy isn't too bad. He is getting warmed up to the idea of being romantic. Maybe sometime he will try to adventure out of his little bubble and decide to sleep alongside you. You will never force him. He is perfectly fine at the pace he is going.
You wake up to his hand interlocked with yours. The surprise lays in the gentle way his thumb runs circles against your knuckles; little nudges to force you awake. You open your eyes to him looming over your bed. That's close enough to what you were thinking about last night. That's close enough.
When he notices he's caught your attention he is quick to point at your nightstand. Before you play along, you rub your eyes with your one free hand and sit up. Hopefully, it is not too early in the morning. Maybe Billy is considerate enough to not have woken you up before 8:00.
What you see surprises you, though. Your card. The assumption you had yesterday was incorrect - he did not do anything inappropriate to it. Not anything that you can notice. When you examine it in your hand you notice one thing different. He has written words in it - words you recognize.
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