requested by: @mindmyowns !! thank you so much, i really loved writing this beloved legolas dude !!
warnings: deafness, teasing!! a little bit NSFW
this could have gone on forever, i had so much to say. i hope you’ll like it!!
Meeting him in the mundane (but sweet) way possible. Maybe serving him a coffee or tripping over his bag in the street. He’d be very sweet towards you, but you’d see easily that he was a cheeky lil shit underneath.
He wouldn’t be shy to ask you out. Normally you wouldn’t be so keen on someone that came across so confident because it usually met with arrogance, but the way he did it…
He held himself with a certainty in his stance and shoulders that just told you he was strong, and a real man. He was confident, but he wasn’t an ass about it, which made him incredibly attractive, and that was without even considering his face.
He had this expression that told you he was amused, like he was fully engaged in your conversation. Not nervous for your answer, but eager to hear it. A shine to his eye that said he already knew your answer from the way you were looking at him. And when you accepted, he nodded, his smile brightening further.
Of course, he’d take you to crazy golf.
It’d be fun at first, all the excitement in the air, but when it became clear this wouldn’t be a competition between you (not even a close one because he was that freaking good) and he revealed it was a 200 hole course, it lost its charm just a little bit.
It was still fun, of course, but you were just a tad annoyed. And he thought it was hilarious. “Just ten more,” he’d keep saying, “Maybe you’ll land one in eventually.”
When you’re a little more comfortable with each other, he’d offer to help you. His arms would stretch around you and show you the movement you needed before moving you closer to the ball and letting you try yourself.
You’d be sure you would have managed a much better shot with his help if he wasn’t so damn attractive. When he wrapped himself around you and you could feel his firm chest to your back, it’d set you off into an internal frenzy.
Eventually he’d decide he’d annoyed you enough with the crazy golf and take you for a milkshake or ice cream of some kind, where you’d learn that he was shooting those holes with wildly good eyesight. You decided then that he was clearly cheating, no matter how much he disagreed.
It was settled that for the next date, you’d do something that you’d be better at than he was.
It’d be a little further into your relationship that you found out about his hearing. He’d let you see his hearing aid without any apprehensions, fully accepting of it. And you wouldn’t mind at all.
It’d prove to be an issue when you finally get round to doing the do, though.
He’d be a great kisser, weakening your knees with even the chastest of kisses, loving how he gives all of himself in his kisses. It’d turn you on every time, and just make you want to rip his shirt off.
Though, taking his shirt off would be a great difficulty – with one small move you’d knock it out of place and it’d get lost in the shirt, falling out when you discard it.
Clint would stop your lips from catching his again with a laugh, “Hold it, honey, my aid fell out. Time for search and rescue: deaf and naked edition.”
It’d ruin the moment entirely but you’d laugh join him in your underwear on hands and knees in the darkened room, feeling around for his hearing aids. You’d find them and help him put them back in, but both your patience would time out.
He’d have you on the floor, right there and then, relishing all the sounds you made in ecstasy, so thankful for his hearing aids.
He’d be very sweet afterwards, holding you tight throughout the night every time – once you’d finally cooled down enough.
He loves cooking – even more so when it’s for you. But, he would be the guy to make breakfast in bed and bring it to you, only to get back in beside you and settle it on his lap instead of yours. A light hit to his toned arm and he’d laugh and settle it between you, glad he made more than you could possibly eat yourself.
You’d learn ASL for those times he doesn’t have his hearing aids in, even though he can lip read well. He’d tear up just a little when he realises how good you’ve got and how dedicated you are, absolutely touched. He’d pull you into his arms and ask you why, only to have you pull away ever so slightly to sign to him, ‘I’m serious about us.’
The first ‘I love you’s would be had right there in sign. And there’d be many more afterwards.
Steve: Generally knocks. Unless you seem upset, in which case he will show up with cookies and a soft “hey” and straight up walk through your door like a sad golden retriever on a mission.
Bruce: Also lets you have your privacy, but gets worried if you lock yourself in for far too long. Will slip tiny notes underneath the door just to make sure you’re doing okay.
Thor: Will try to spy on you via Heimdall. (But only if he’s very worried, which doesn’t happen often). He’ll knock the fuckin door down with stormbreaker if you’re late for dinner, though.
Natasha: Would rather have you leave the door open, but only because she doesn’t want you hiding anything from her. Doesn’t mind if you close the door. If she hears crying, though, (and she will, her ears are freakishly sharp) she just might shoot the door off its hinges, demand to hear what happened, and use it to murder beat up the person who hurt you
Tony: Won’t barge in but will vaguely threaten you/bribe you/pester you until you come out if you stay inside for more than an hour at a stretch. May also ask Peter to spy on you through your window. Peter does it with a million apologies and also because Tony threatened to take his suit away again.
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