#hoh!reader

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

the lakes - m. murdock

a/n: hey guys so i've been struggling a lot with the fact that i might have hearing loss (i'm going to the doctor next week) and as always i am projecting, but i am not 100% sure everything in this fic is accurate and for that i apologize. but it's my little passion project and i hope you enjoy <3 as always, comments and reblogs are always loved and appreciated! warnings: hearing loss, hearing aids, tinnitus, reader struggling with being disabled, some parts are more vulnurable and don't have the reader being like overly confident in their disability, matt being soft, some suggestive behavior at the end, kissing, nicknames, pretty pg-13 honestly word count: 3.0k summary: your hearing aids run out of battery, and you're forced to struggle through a day of ringing ears and being deaf. matt helps, as he always does. pairing: matt murdock x hard of hearing!reader now playing: the lakes - taylor swift "take me to the lakes/where all the poets went to die/i don't belong/but my beloved, neither do you."

“Are you deaf?”

“What?”

You’re eighteen, home from college for the first time since fall break. Your family sits around for Thanksgiving, and there are so many people talking. There’s about thirteen people at this long dining room table, and they are all talking at once. You’re sitting next to your sister, but you can’t hear her well.

You know she’s speaking, and you’re sure you’re yelling, but you’re frustrated.

“I said, are you deaf? I repeated myself like, four times!”

You feel your face flush.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you. You’re mumbling, and it’s loud in here.”

Your sister looks at you like you’re crazy.

“I’m right next to you, and I’m not mumbling. In fact, no one is yelling, either.”

You poke your fork at your sweet potatoes and feel hot, angry tears in your eyes as you avoid everyone’s gaze.

Your mom sits across from you, and frowns, planning to tell you to make an appointment at the student health center when you get back to campus.

She doesn’t even have to. You’ve booked one by the time she says it to you.

At the student health center, they administer a hearing test, and then refer you to a specialist for further testing. You call your mom, crying and she gently comforts you, before driving to the nearest bookstore and picking up a book on hearing impairments and a copy of ASL for Dummies.

At the specialist, they do another round of tests. Your doctor tells you that you do in fact have hearing issues and that you should come back in a year for more testing, to see if your hearing gets worse. For now, you get a doctor’s note that requires all your professors to take your hearing impairment into consideration. The process for getting that applied at your university is painful, and only gets worse through your years there.

Before you get to law school, your doctor tests you again, and tells you how your hearing has been decreasing in quality in the past few years. He says that you’ll need hearing aids to regulate it. You cry because you cannot afford that.

You get captioning accommodations throughout law school, as well as a note taker for certain classes that are entirely lecture based. You still try to take your own notes, but it frustrates you that suddenly you need all this help. Your own notes are incomprehensible and often miss key parts of the lecture as you sit for a few minutes trying to decipher what your professor had said a few minutes prior.

You go into corporate law after law school, choosing to stay out of court initially because you find yourself frustrated that you wouldn’t be able to process all of what’s going on due to the many voices.

You stay at this company long enough to get your hearing aids, long enough to pay your loans, and long enough to save up a good fund for your hearing aid needs.

You quit your job and get hired at Nelson, Murdock & Page as an interim while you decide what you want to do.

With your hearing aids, life isn’t so frustrating anymore. You find yourself enjoying casual chatter and not worrying about processing what your friends are saying. At family dinners, you take your hearing aids out when you’re mad at your family, to which your stepdad, another hearing aid user, always laughs.

And, despite the pay not being stellar at your job, you love it. You love working with people who need help, love fighting injustice, and you love your coworkers.

...

If only Matt Murdock would reciprocate your feelings towards him.

You’ve been dancing this dance for months. You come into work with coffee and stutter when you get to his doorway.

You wonder if he’ll ever know how desperately you want him.

You go about your days quietly, going to the bar with them at the end of a long week. You love your friends and find yourself hoping they know how much you love them.

Karen and Foggy, as well as Foggy’s fiancé, know about your hearing aids since they sit sort of clunkily on your ears.

You don’t tell Matt, though, not at first.

You know how bad it is, to not even tell your blind crush that you have hearing aids. But you’re embarrassed. It makes you sound like an old person even though you’re in your twenties.

But when Matt crawls into your window late at night, bleeding, you don’t even flinch as he crashes onto your floor behind you. You’re reading, your hearing aids out, and he’s unsure why you can’t hear him. Your heartbeat had no reaction, it’s like you don’t even realize he’s there.

He taps you on your shoulder and you turn quickly, and gasp, before starting to sign at him. Even in his disoriented state, he knows you’re doing something with your hands and moving your mouth. At first, he thinks that he might have stuff clogging his ears, but then he realizes you’re signing, probably because you think Daredevil isn’t blind.

He takes off his helmet.

“Matt?” You say, and it comes out a little louder than it should, because you can’t hear yourself to gage how loud you’re being.

He says something, and your gaze focuses on his mouth, where you can barely make out what he’s saying.

“I can’t hear you.” You say, softer now. You reach over to your bedside table and put your hearing aids on. By the time you look back, Matt has passed out on the ground. Oh fuck.

You get your first aid kit and begin to work on his wounds. When you’re done, you pull him onto your couch, now stained with his blood, and watch as he sleeps. Blood covers your hands, and you listen to him breathing.

When he wakes up that morning, you’re asleep on the couch, and when you feel him start to stir. You grab your hearing aids, and turn them on, before watching him wake.

He says your name softly, and you take his hand in yours.

“Hey.. You.. You’re Daredevil...”

“You’re deaf.”

“Hard of hearing. Not fully deaf, just… My right ear is a lot better than my left, but without my hearing aids I’m close to deaf, yeah…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were Daredevil?”

“I was scared. Scared that… That you would view me differently, scared that you wouldn’t like me as much.”

“I was scared too..”

“When did you start losing your hearing?”

“In college. I realized it when I went home for Thanksgiving, and then it got worse from there..” You tell him. A hand reaches out to your face, and you lean into it, letting your cheek rest in his palm. His fingers trail up towards your ear and gently run his fingers over your hearing aid.

“Thanks for stitching me up.” He says softly.

“No problem.”

“The hearing aid does explain the buzzing I always hear when you’re around.”

“You can hear my hearing aids?”

“Apparently. I can hear a lot of things. I have heightened senses. You use pomegranate shampoo and had red velvet cake for dessert tonight. Your heart is racing.”

Your face flushes.

“I can turn them off if it’s bothering you.”

“How would you hear me, then?” He has a point.

“I just don’t want them to bother you.”

“Don’t offer to hide your disability just to make other people more comfortable.”

You kiss him when he says this, in a careful way. You’re gentle, making sure not to hurt him as you do. He lays there and lets you kiss him, his hands on your face. You realize you had no reason to be scared that Matt might reject you for your disability, because he is the only person in your everyday life who really gets how it is to have a disability that affects all aspects of your life.

You trace the healed scars on his skin as you kiss him gently, careful not to hurt him. You promise that you’ll kiss him more passionately when he isn’t freshly stitched up.

• • •

A few weeks passed after that night. You and Matt start seeing each other more and more as you fall deeper in love. You find it silly that you wasted so many days, afraid of talking to each other and maybe disappointing each other over the fact that you both lack a vital sense.

But Matt never views it that way. You wear hearing aids and it’s perfectly fine because most of the time, you aren’t struggling to hear him and cannot communicate with him, and he can’t see when you can’t hear him.

Instead, Matt loves that he can hear your hearing aids buzzing softly because it always alerts him that you’re there. He can hear your heartbeat and smell you, too, but it’s not quite the same as this soft little buzzing that reminds him often of a bee.

Except for this one day.

You slept over at Matt’s on a Thursday and really, you should have known better. You knew your hearing aids were going to need a battery change soon, but you’ve been so busy with work and with Matt, and worrying about him at night, that you’re tired. So tired that you forget to pick up batteries before your hearing aids die.

You sneak out of Matt’s apartment early, sending him a text that you needed to go get changed before work. Really, you want to avoid the fact that you wouldn’t be able to hear him. But he didn’t respond to your message. You decide that you don’t care at this moment and head out to work, debating the right way to tell your coworkers about your predicament.

When you get to work, Foggy is immediately talking to you, and you are tense.

“Foggy—” He’s not stopping. It sounds like he’s mumbling, and there’s this ringing in your ears. “Foggy, I can’t hear you.” He finally looks to you, and says something, you make it out to be a phrase of confusion. “My hearing aids died.” You tell him. You’re frustrated, and Matt isn’t in the office yet.

You deem this as a blessing and a curse. Foggy goes to tell Karen what’s going on and as you’re settling down for the day, you get a text. You hope it’s from Matt, but when you see Karen’s name, you falter slightly.

‘Hey! Foggy told me what was going on. We’ll have your calls redirected to one of us and you can spend the day doing housekeeping and paperwork.’

‘Thanks’, You respond, “Sorry about all this. I’m usually on top of my battery life.”

“Don’t worry about it. These things happen.”

“Still, thanks. Did you hear from Matt at all?”

“No, he probably just slept in late. He should be in soon.”

You try to ignore your anxieties over his absence even though you know that when he does come into the office, you’ll have to struggle to communicate with him all day.

So, for the first hour or so of your day, you try to get some work done but there’s a light ringing in your ears that’s getting worse and worse as you attempt to try and focus on other things. Everything sounds so muffled. You’re so focused that your teeth grind against each other, your muscles tense, as you attempt to try and block out the ringing in your ears.

You have a feeling that by the time you leave today, those hot frustrated tears will be threatening to pour once more.

You don’t hear Matt as he steps into your office and stands by your left side, where you’re almost completely deaf. He stands there for about ten minutes, trying to get your attention before he realizes the light buzzing of your hearing aids are not there.

You must not have them in.

So his hands find your shoulders gently, and instead of tensing, you actually relax under his touch, because you realize that it has to be Matt. A slight turning of your head confirms it and you lean into his touch.

Neither of you say much for a while, deciding to let your frustration slowly dissipate as you lean into his warm hands. They stay on your shoulders and upper arms, rubbing gentle patterns into your skin.

After a good ten minutes of this, his body shifts to your right side and he leans down, before speaking at full volume, maybe even a little louder, just to make sure you can hear him. It still sounds like he’s mumbling, but you can hear him.

“Forgot your hearing aids?”

“Batteries died.” You tell him. “You never answered me.”

“My phone died. I forgot my charger, too.. Are you gonna be okay to work all day?”

“Mhm..” You smile softly, “You’re gonna have to help answer calls, though.”

He kisses your cheek, and you lean into the warmth.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” He says, a soft smile on his face.

The day goes by pretty much as you expect it. You spend it doing paperwork and dodging phone calls, your tinnitus gets worse as the day goes on. By the time the day is finally winding down, Karen sends you one final text.

“Matt’s staying a little late to catch up on some work. Want me to walk you home?”

“No, I’ll be fine. Thank you.”

You realize that because she and Foggy are heading home, you’ll be able to sit with Matt, maybe get a little bit of peace. You’re thankful, too, because you’re about to lose your mind over all of this. The ringing is just getting to be too much.

You wait a few minutes after Foggy and Karen head home before you go into Matt’s office. He smiles at you and gestures for you to come in, and you do. You lean against his desk, as he speaks loud enough now that you can hear him.

“I’ll just be a few more minutes, Bee.” Even the soft-spoken nickname doesn't get you out of your funk, too busy wanting to get on your hands and knees and beg God for your hearing back.

That doesn’t usually happen, but every once in a while you ask him for a normal life.

God sends you a blind man as your soulmate, because he must think that the whole thing is quite funny.

“Okay…”

You feel hot tears pooling in your eyes as you bite your tongue and dig your fingernails into your skin. You almost draw blood.

“What’s wrong?” He can tell that something is wrong. He can always tell, and you’re foolish to think anything less of him, and even more foolish to forget his super senses. A part of you bites back a bitter feeling, since you wish you could’ve had super smell, super sight, super taste, anything in exchange for your hearing. You were not given an exchange, only forced to give, with nothing in there for you.

You forget that your boyfriend has super senses and can taste and smell your salty tears and blood in the air. Damn him.

“Loud… Ringing in my ears, my tinnitus is always really bad when I don’t use my hearing aids for a while..” You say softly. “It’s just.. it really hurts...” You confess, tears slipping down your face.

“Sweetheart..” He takes off his glasses and rests them on the desk in front of him. “C’mere..” You can’t hear that last part, but the way he opens his arms gives you the hint.

You sit on his lap, burying your face in the crook of his neck with a shaky sigh. You feel the thumps of his heartbeat and hold onto it, the ringing in your ears slightly muffled by his skin. It doesn’t fix the problem, but it helps.

His hands linger on your body, gentle caresses of your knee or thigh happening here and there. He just wants you to know he’s there, in the same way he desires when everything becomes too much for him.

“”m sorry..” you say gently, and he just hushes you softly, kissing your head. He traces patterns into your skin. He traces words into it as well.

L-O-V-E.

S-W-E-E-T-H-E-A-R-T

He traces your name, his, and your last names.

You kiss him softly, realizing that you might never be 100% okay with your hearing, but Matt will help. He’ll understand. He loves you, and it’s enough to be confident in your future again.

You spend only a few minutes more in the office before you decide to head home, his hand never leaving yours.

You make it back to his apartment and Matt plugs his phone in in case you need to text him and get his attention. You wind up stealing a pair of sweatpants, a tee shirt, and a pair of fuzzy socks. The two of you wind up tangled together on his couch.

Your ear is pressed against his chest as he gently caresses your skin, occasionally moving your hair from your face. He mumbles sweet nothings, and while you can’t hear them, you feel the rumbling vibrations in his chest, and you relish in them. You bathe in the feeling of his heartbeat thumping against his skin.

You fall asleep like this, with Matt touching you and talking in this low tone to make sure you can feel the vibrations of his voice in his chest and in his throat. It’s enough just knowing he’s there. That this thing you thought would deem you unlovable is no match for Matt Murdock, who on your wedding day will throw up the sign for ‘I love you’ in ASL.

For Matt Murdock, who, when you’re taken for loving the devil, will find you and take you into his arms and kiss you so that you know he’s real.

For Matt Murdock, who touches you in all the right ways so you can hear the sounds of your own pleasure.

For Matt Murdock, who will gently trace patterns into your skin when you need to be grounded. For Matt Murdock, who feels himself slipping further and further in love with you and finds himself searching for the soft buzz of your hearing aids when you walk into the room.

#matt murdock #matt murdock fic #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murodock hurt/comfort #matt murdock angst #matt murdock imagine #daredevil fic #daredevil x reader #daredevil fanfiction #hoh!reader #hard of hearing!reader #deaf!reader #self indulgent

[gemini-sensei]

Jaime Reyes x HoH!Reader Headcanons

Chubby!Fem!Reader ○

💙 Jaime is so sweet and he's doing his best, but he's overprotective at times. He thinks he has to do more, and it's nice when he's helpful, but he doesn't. He doesn't mean anything by it, he just has this idea that he has to do the most for Reader so she doesn't have to do more. She has to assure him constantly that she's okay and doesn't need him to do everything for her.

💙 On the other hand, if they're in a crowded, busy place and she doesn't hear him, he won't get louder but tap on her shoulder or snag her shirt sleeve if they're moving through places so they can stock together. It's no worry though because Khaji Da always has her in its sights/sensors.

💙 I feel like Khaji knows a lot about human culture, but maybe not everything. I think it would be cute if Reader wears hearing aids and Khaji Da is fascinated by them until it has fully inspected and studied them. Just the idea of Dangerous Alien Weapon loving nonviolent devices makes me giggle.

💙 Carries an extra set of noise-canceling headphones/earbuds around for her, especially when they're going out to a crowded place. The headphones especially help protect her ears when he wants to take her flying. He has one arm around her soft waist and his other hand keeping her headphones on, but Khaji is also helping hold onto her so they're good to go.

💙 If Reader uses Sign Language, Khaji learns and understands it very easily. Jaime does too, but Khaji usually ends up translating and Jaime finds it so annoying when he's just trying to have a conversation with his girlfriend.

💙 Loves chilling with Reader and holding her curves while they watch TV or a movie. If he ends up on the news, he doesn't really want to watch himself on TV but she does and so he'll watch her watch him on TV because he thinks it's cute. It doesn't matter what they're saying about him, the "great Blue Beetle" saving the day once again is the usual story, but she just likes seeing him in action.

💙 Him teaching her to dance, but the music can bother her ears on any given day if her ears are irritated, so he hums the melody as they go through the moves. She eventually knows it so well that she hums along.

#jaime reyes x reader #jaime reyes headcanons #jaime reyes x chubby reader #hoh!reader #hard of hearing reader #blue beetle headcanons #blue beetle imagines #blue beetle x reader #blue beetle

[chopper-witch]

Oh god inspired by the increased number of HOH or deaf reader Stranger Things drabbles Ive seen over the past few days imagine this fucking nightmare:

Reader being cursed by Vecna but being entirely deaf. Yes, yes, I know it’s still possible to enjoy music in other ways than traditional “listening” but when you’re about to be snap crackle and popped by a dude who is making his L to a 7 year old everybody’s problem it’s a bit harder than just slapping on headphones and pressing play.

Edit to this: I’m just more interested in what kind of other memory jogging shit they would try instead. Because the whole purpose is music can reach parts of our brain or whatever so what would they try instead?

#im thinking of making this 🫡 #stranger things #stranger things imagines #deaf!reader #stranger things headcanons #hoh!reader #stranger things hc #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington imagine #robin buckley imagine #nancy wheeler imagine

[gayshadowgov]

I wanted to put out a post asking if there are any black nonverbal or deaf/HoH people who use BASL who would be willing to consult on an animation project?

My junior year of art school starts this fall, and I will begin working of my junior-senior thesis 3D animation, where the main character is a black nonbinary person who, in the beginning and ending scenes, is seen communicating with sign language. I am white and more-or-less abled-hearing (I have Auditory Processing Disorder but I don’t know if that counts), but I know there are differences between ASL and BASL, and I wanted to have a lot of sensitivity around using this dialect accurately and respectfully.

The consultation would involve taking videos of your hands as you sign the ‘dialogue’ I have written, which would then be used as a reference in the 3D animation. I am a relatively broke student but I am willing to pay for your consultation. Please DM me if you’re interested!

Note: I apologize in advance if I have mistakenly used any offensive terms in this post, I tried to do a lot of research but I’m sure I have shortcomings and gaps in my knowledge.

#deaf #hoh #mute #nonverbal #basl #black American Sign Language #sensitivity reader #consulting #3D animation

[sunny-mercya]

Protective

Poly! Billy and Stu x Male Reader (Mention of HOH – Hard of Hearing)

Masterlist

Unfinished

Stu hadn't felt this nervous since.....actually, he doesn't remember being nervous in the past before. Clammy hands and the need to pick and pull at something, were clear signs of it though, that he knew.

Billy elbows him in the side, ringing for him the doorbell. It wasn't like as if they visit you for the very first time at your home—had been over more than once and the amount of sleepover and weekends staying were countless.

It's a bit different today though, so Billy gets it why Stu would feel hesitantly nervous.

«You think his Dad knows about what had happen today in school?» asked Stu, hands holding onto his school bag, whipping back and forth on his heels.

«Probably. He picked [Name] up during lunch and the nurse or Kelly might have said something.» Billy shrugged his shoulders, debating if they should just go through the garden and into the kitchen. It is, in a way, basically a sort of second home for them.

Billy and Stu had a few fears of their own, everyone does and a few of them they share in common would be; getting caught, losing you—be it by some cruel mishap of fate and accidentally killing you or you deciding to break with them, which they never would allow to happen though—and your dads anger.

They wouldn't say that your dad is one of those rumoured scary type of, single, parent—but the man does know how to bring out a knee buckling cold sweat from them. Especially when the anger might be directed at them, because they have done something to upset you and god forbid to upset you.

Billy was about to ring again, when the doors opens and coming face to face with Kelly, who looked at them with raised brows. As always she wore her sunglasses on top of her head, her brown hair—for once, a rare sight—not being open and in a messy bun.

«Aah! The double package. Before I let you two in, Uncle franny doesn't know details of what had happen, but he knows that something had happen.» Kelly tells them, chewing her gum annoying obnoxiously, moving just a bit away from the door to grant them entrance.

The seductive smell of Lasagna and Pizza—which lingers heavy in the air—was, besides the absolute musical silence today, one of the first things they took notice of.

«You two stay for dinner and overnight, boys?» Francis, your dad had insisted to be called by his first name—privileges only they got to have though—walking out of the kitchen, drying his hands up on a kitchen-towel and giving them a welcoming smile. Out of habit, he had signed the his question.

Billy only nodded his head, giving a return of "yes" and "okay" signs, albeit sloppy. Still getting the hang of sign language, even when he and Stu was learning it for 2 years now.

~~~

Walking about the stairs, the boys enter your room without knocking—you wouldn't hear their polite attempt of knocking anyways.

The roller blinds are completely down, window open to let the welcoming chilly air in—but no chance for the ever so sinking sun, to let her last few warming rays of light in—shrouding your room in a darkness.

Your small night lamp, which projected stars on the walls and ceiling, was the only light source. It justifies enough for Billy and Stu, to make out your silhouette of a body lump—being shallowed and covered in blankets—on your bed.

Billy hummed slightly, putting his school bag down—and while Stu mimicking his action and stepping instantly towards your bed—Billy looked around your room, searching for a specific box case.

Stu being a extrovert and overall more emotional person, knows his ways how he had to comfort his boyfriends in time of need. Though, when he gently pried the blankets away from you, he halted in his movements when he heard your loud ear shattering sobbing—which had been muffled with the blankets.

It only had deterred Stu from his mission for a second. Laying down on your bed next to you, Stu put his arms around you and pulled you towards his chest. Running his hand through your hair and down your back, shushing you—even though Stu knows you aren't able to hear it.

Billy rummaging through one of your drawers, being more than certain that the case was in there, had to be—Billy himself had put it in here, for cases of emergencies like these.

Hearing you crying wasn't a first for them, but it was always so damn loud, since you couldn't hear yourself. Though, still, this time Billy felt a kind of uncomfortableness, a squirming rising in his stomach. Giving Billy a ache in his heart.

Aah! There they are! Billy fished the case out, opening it and inspecting them—your old hearing aids, which are a bit broken already and having scratches, but still functional.

Walking over to your bed, Billy crawled over Stus long legs, sitting himself next to you. Stu sats up a bit, leaning against the headboard, pulling you up alongside.

Billy moved your hair aside, putting the aids in as gently as possible—too much force and roughness and it would hurt you.

Like a deer caught in the headlights, wide eyed you looked from Stu to Billy, after they repeated your name to get your attention.

Flushed red cheeks, stained damp with salty tears which keeps going flowing down from your brimming swollen eyes.

A flare of anger rises in Billy, just thinking of what had happen today.

#male reader #x male reader #scream 1996 #scream x male reader #billy x stu x male reader #billy loomis #poly!billy and stu x male reader #stu macher x male reader #stu macher #billy loomis x male reader #poly! billy and stu x male reader #hard of hearing male reader #hoh!male reader #x hard of hearing male reader #fluff #oneshot

[ghostlyfleur]

steve harrington is a secret hopeless romantic. at least he thinks he’s secretive…. his girl sees right through him, though. she knows better, knows her boy like the back of her hand.

her stevie is long love letters spritzed with perfume that he’s too shy to actually give to you, he’s your lipstick stains on the collar of his shirt, his lover’s scent clinging to him. steve is the color yellow most times, warmth and light and affection, but with his baby he turns red, passionate and desperate and devoted. he is hand holding, shared clothes, wearing his girl’s ring on his pinky finger, heart lockets. written by women, described by taylor swift’s lover album. completely enamored with his baby, loyalty and commitment clear, heart-eyes, forehead kisses. the definition of a puppy boyfriend. head pat, belly rubs, back scratches, butterfly kisses. steve is intimacy, morning sex, make out sessions in the backseat of his car. going down on you for hours, turning his hearing aids up to hear your moans better. your favorite flowers sent to your door with a note filled with his devotion, his adoration. the flowers you give him are kept safely in between pages of your favorite book that became his favorite once you gave him your annotated copy. date nights, drinking wine in the bathtub, cuddling under the night sky. stargazing on the hood of his beamer. slow dancing under the refrigerator lights. talking the ears off of anyone who’ll listen about his beloved. his angel. his best girl. his. your picture on the visor of his car, his bedside table, taped to his mirror, inside his wallet. hand in your back pocket, arm around your shoulder, your smaller hands holding onto his fingers. pinky promises, late night talking and early morning love confessions. dinner at candlelight, picnics surrounded by wildflowers, forehead to forehead touches. kisses. all the kisses. steve harrington is love, reds and pinks and rose gold, ready to kneel at your feet, to worship your body, to shower you in praise. heart racing at the sight of his baby. pulling you closer for a kiss by the necklace he gifted you with an ‘s’ on it. heart-shaped chocolate boxes, teddy bears, red roses, flower petals on the floor, on the bed. the princess treatment. helping to put on and take off your heels. opening doors, hands at the bottom of your spine, carrying you around, piggyback rides. the promise of forever.

#fairy writes #steve harrington (harmo’s version) #hoh!steve #hard of hearing!steve #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #shy!reader #friends to lovers #mutual pining #hopeless romantic!steve #lovesick!steve #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington hc #steve harrington thoughts #steve x you #steve x reader #st x you #st x reader #tooth-rotting fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington smut #steve harrington

[chokememaximoff]

Whenever you need help

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Abstract:In this heartwarming story, Y/N, dealing with hearing loss and annoying tinnitus, discovers solace and love in Wanda's constant care and sweet bedtime serenades. They tackle life's hurdles as a team, and their relationship grows even stronger through it all.

TW:Hearing loss

This is for my soul since I struggle with hearing loss and sadly can't get hearing aids so basically it's comfort for me but I thought someone else might relate too.

In the bustling corridors of New York's prestigious Eastside University, Wanda Maximoff, known not only for her striking beauty but also her sharp intellect, had always stood out. However, her eye was caught by someone entirely unexpected - a girl named Y/N Y/L/N. Wanda was captivated by Y/N's natural beauty, which seemed to radiate a certain mystique. Yet, despite her allure, Wanda found herself unable to muster the courage to approach her.

As the days turned into weeks, Wanda's fascination with Y/N grew. She couldn't help but steal glances whenever Y/N passed by. There was something about her that was simply enchanting, something that made Wanda's heart race every time she saw her. But for all her beauty, Y/N appeared to be an enigma. She rarely mingled with others, always seemed lost in thought, and seldom smiled.

It was during their shared lectures that Wanda's intrigue deepened. She couldn't help but notice that Y/N was one of the most attentive students in the class. Her eyes were always fixed on the professor, her posture was impeccable, and she seemed to hang on every word. Yet, there was an anomaly - Y/N's notes were a mess. Her handwriting was hurried and chaotic, as if she were trying to capture fleeting thoughts. It puzzled Wanda - how could someone so attentive be struggling to keep up?

The opportunity for an explanation came one fateful evening at a college party. Wanda watched from across the room as someone approached Y/N. The dimly lit room buzzed with music and chatter, making conversation a challenge for anyone, but especially for Y/N. She leaned in, her expression a mix of confusion and concentration, trying to understand what the girl was saying over the din.

After a moment, Y/N politely asked the girl to repeat herself. The girl, growing impatient and annoyed, raised her voice, but Y/N's struggle persisted. In frustration, the girl threw her hands up and walked away, leaving Y/N standing there with a slight frown, feeling awkward and isolated.

It was at this point that Wanda, perhaps fueled by a few more drinks than she should have had, made her way over to Y/N. Without thinking, she blurted out, "So, are you that bad at paying attention to everything, or do you just have something wrong with you?"

Y/N was taken aback by the harshness of the question, her eyebrows furrowing in disbelief. "You're an asshole," she retorted, her tone sharp and her eyes filled with annoyance. She pushed past Wanda, leaving the party in a hurry.

Wanda cursed under her breath, immediately realizing that her question had been entirely out of line. She tried to chase after Y/N, but the sea of people at the party made it impossible to find her. She was left with a gnawing sense of guilt and regret.

Determined to make amends, Wanda hatched a plan to subtly apologize. She decided to attend lectures with unwavering focus, meticulously taking notes. Each night, she would painstakingly copy these notes into another notebook, ensuring they were neat and organized.

After a week of this effort, she composed a message on a sticky note that read, "I noticed you struggle to catch the notes in class for some reason, so I made the notes for you. I'm sorry about what I said at the party; I didn't mean it in a rude way. Here's my number, and my name is Wanda Maximoff." She placed the sticky note on the first page of the notebook and left it in front of Y/N's dorm room.

Later that evening, Wanda's phone rang, displaying a message from an unknown number. It was Y/N, and she thanked Wanda genuinely for her kind gesture. Wanda smiled as she saved Y/N's number in her contacts, then mustered the courage to ask if Y/N would be willing to meet her at the benches in front of the dorms.

Y/N agreed to the meeting, and they found themselves sitting under the soft glow of the streetlights. Wanda sighed, apologizing once more, explaining how her curiosity had gotten the best of her at the party.

Y/N, her expression softer now, smiled politely and reassured Wanda, saying, "It's okay, I understand. I'm used to that type of stuff; it happens all the time." She seemed surprisingly forgiving, considering the rude encounter at the party.

Then, Y/N revealed her secret, the very reason behind her struggles. "I'm hard of hearing," she confessed. "I've been gradually losing my hearing for about a year now, so I struggle a lot with classes and conversations in loud places."

Wanda's heart ached at this revelation. She felt a pang of guilt for her previous behavior. She apologized once more, this time more earnestly. "I'm really sorry," she said, her voice filled with regret. "I had no idea. I didn't mean to be so rude."

Y/N placed her hand on Wanda's shoulder, and in that simple touch, a spark ignited between them. She reassured Wanda, saying, "You did the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me to apologize. Your apology is accepted, so don't worry."

Wanda's smile returned, gratitude shining in her eyes. She couldn't help but ask, "But if you struggle so much, why don't you have hearing aids? Wouldn't they help?"

Y/N chuckled bitterly, her expression somber. "Well, I believe I should have them," she began, "but the doctor explained my hearing loss as something related to my nervous system. He said there's no need for hearing aids, so I'm left to struggle."

Wanda groaned in frustration, feeling a surge of anger on Y/N's behalf. "He can't just do that," she exclaimed, her empathy for Y/N growing stronger by the minute.

Y/N shrugged, her gaze drifting into the distance. "I guess he can," she said, her voice tinged with resignation. The weight of her condition, and the helplessness she felt in the face of it, hung heavily in the air.

Wanda couldn't bear to see Y/N carry this burden alone. As they sat together under the night sky, she resolved to be there for her, to help her navigate the challenges of college life with a newfound friendship and understanding. And in that moment, amidst the swirling uncertainties of their young adult lives, a bond began to form, one that neither of them could have predicted when they first crossed paths in the crowded hallways of Eastside University.

...

Wanda and Y/N quickly fell into a pattern of texting each other regularly. They talked about their classes, shared funny anecdotes from campus life, and sometimes just exchanged random thoughts. Through these messages, their connection deepened, and Wanda continued to diligently take notes during lectures, just as she had promised.

As the weeks passed, Wanda realized she had accumulated another notebook full of meticulously transcribed lecture notes for Y/N. She decided it was time to meet up with her and hand over the notes. Wanda texted Y/N, "Hey, would you like to meet for coffee this weekend? I have something for you."

Y/N responded with an enthusiastic "Sure!" and they agreed to meet at a cozy cafe near the dorms on a sunny Saturday morning.

When they met at the cafe, Wanda greeted Y/N with a warm smile. She placed the notebook filled with neatly written notes on the table. "Here you go," she said. "I thought you might find these helpful. If you have any questions or need clarification on anything, don't hesitate to ask me anytime."

Y/N looked at Wanda with gratitude in her eyes. She reached across the table and gently held Wanda's hand. "I really, really want to thank you a lot for this," Y/N said earnestly. "But I also feel bad that you're spending so much of your time on my notes. You should be focusing on yourself."

Wanda shook her head, her own hand comfortably resting in Y/N's. "I want to help you out," she replied. "And you know what? I've noticed that because I pay a lot more attention and write everything down twice, I'm actually learning better as well. So, I'm doing the both of us a favor."

Y/N smiled softly at Wanda's generosity. "Only if it's not a struggle for you," she insisted. "If you ever feel like it's too much, you don't have to continue doing it."

Before Wanda could respond, Y/N insisted on paying for their coffees as a token of gratitude for the notes. Wanda initially resisted, but Y/N's determination won her over. She sighed in defeat and said, "Alright, you win this time."

As they waited for their orders, the waitress came by to take their preferences. She asked, "What type of milk would you like in your coffee?"

Y/N leaned in, trying to hear the question better, but her face showed confusion. She asked the waitress to repeat herself. The waitress repeated the question, but it was clear that Y/N was struggling to process the words.

Wanda noticed Y/N's discomfort and gently tapped her hand, making her look up. Wanda repeated the waitress's question, this time speaking louder and using hand gestures to illustrate the choices. Y/N nodded, her face blushing slightly as she responded to the waitress.

When the waitress walked away, Y/N smiled at Wanda, her eyes filled with appreciation. "Thank you for that," she said. "Sometimes, it's the little things that make a big difference."

Wanda grinned, feeling a warmth in her heart. "Whenever you need help," she assured Y/N, "I'm there for you."

As they sipped their coffee and chatted about their plans for the upcoming week, it was clear that their bond was growing stronger, and their connection was becoming something truly special. Wanda had found a purpose in helping Y/N, and Y/N had found a friend who not only understood her struggles but was willing to go the extra mile to make her life a little easier.

...

It was a special day for Y/N - her birthday. Wanda had been dropping hints about a surprise for weeks, building excitement and curiosity. As the day arrived, Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

Wanda arrived at Y/N's dorm room with a cheerful smile. "Happy birthday, Y/N!" she exclaimed, holding a blindfold in her hand. "I have a surprise for you, but you'll need to put this on."

Y/N's heart raced as she considered the blindfold. She was nervous about the idea of losing yet another one of her senses, but Wanda's reassuring presence put her at ease. As they settled into Wanda's car and started driving, Y/N's anxiety began to fade.

Wanda's hand landed comfortably on top of Y/N's knee, and Y/N immediately relaxed. She placed her hand on top of Wanda's, their fingers interlocking. Wanda couldn't contain her happiness, her cheeks turning red as she drove.

After a short ride, Wanda helped Y/N out of the car and carefully removed the blindfold. Y/N blinked, taking in her surroundings. They were standing in front of a private doctor's office specializing in hearing loss.

Y/N's eyes widened as she looked at Wanda. "Wanda, this is... How did you even get an appointment? And it's way too expensive; you shouldn't have done this."

Wanda smiled warmly, holding both of Y/N's hands. "My dad knows the doctor. He's a household friend, so everything is sorted out. Let's go in and get you the help you need."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, and she hugged Wanda tightly. Wanda hugged back, her own eyes filled with affection and happiness.

The appointment at the doctor's office was lengthy, but it was worth every moment. Measurements were taken for Y/N's hearing aids, and a few days later, they returned to pick them up. Y/N was overwhelmed with emotion as she heard again, almost like she did before her hearing loss.

As they got into the car after the appointment, Wanda asked, "Do the hearing aids feel weird?"

Y/N cupped Wanda's cheeks, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. Wanda was momentarily stunned before she eagerly kissed Y/N back, melting into the moment.

When they finally pulled away, Y/N said with a smile, "I've been wanting to do that for so long."

Wanda raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You like me?"

Y/N laughed softly. "Of course, idiot," she said, pulling Wanda in for another sweet kiss. They smiled against each other's lips, their connection deepening with every tender moment shared. Y/N's birthday had turned into a day of unforgettable surprises, and her heart was filled with gratitude and love for Wanda.

...

One quiet night, Y/N found herself restless, tossing and turning in Wanda's cozy dorm room. The room, usually filled with the warmth of their love, was eerily silent. Yet, it wasn't the silence that disturbed Y/N; it was the persistent ringing in her ears, a relentless tinnitus that had become a constant companion ever since her hearing had started to deteriorate.

The deafening silence of the room only intensified the sound, making it impossible for her to find peace. Y/N felt the pressure build in her ears, like a vice slowly tightening. It was maddening, and she had grown accustomed to sleepless nights and the frustration that accompanied them.

As Y/N stirred for what seemed like the hundredth time, Wanda, who had been asleep beside her, woke up. She had always been a light sleeper, especially when it came to Y/N's well-being. Wanda reached out and gently caressed Y/N's cheek, concern etched on her face. Her voice was soft and filled with love as she whispered, "What's wrong, love?"

Y/N sighed, her voice carrying the weariness of countless sleepless nights. "Well, a symptom of hearing loss is my tinnitus," she explained softly. "So, I haven't slept normally in a year since I started losing my hearing. My ears keep ringing, and sometimes, I feel intense pressure in them."

Wanda frowned, her heart aching for the person she loved. "You should have told me, baby," she said, her voice laced with concern. "I want to help."

Y/N sighed again, resignation in her tone. "There's no cure for tinnitus anyway," she mumbled. "So, what's the point of burdening you with it?"

Wanda, not willing to accept defeat, gently pulled Y/N's head onto her chest. She started running her fingers through Y/N's hair, a soothing gesture she had perfected over time. "Well," she began, her voice tender, "now I'm going to sing for you until you fall asleep. And then, I will sleep too, after you do."

Y/N protested softly, "But, Wanda, baby, you need rest too. I'm used to this. I don't want to keep you awake."

Wanda shushed her gently before she could finish her sentence. "I said, when you need help, I'm there. So now, let me help you."

And with that, Wanda began to softly sing. Her melodic voice filled the room, drowning out the incessant ringing in Y/N's ears. It was a sweet lullaby, a soothing melody that seemed to reach into Y/N's soul and calm her troubled mind.

Wanda sang the songs that held special meaning for them, their lyrics weaving a comforting cocoon around Y/N's restless thoughts. As Y/N listened, the tension in her ears began to loosen, and the relentless ringing slowly faded into the background.

Sure enough, in just a few minutes, the sound of Wanda's singing had worked its magic. Y/N had found solace in the familiar voice, and her eyelids grew heavy. She drifted into a peaceful sleep, cradled in Wanda's loving arms.

Wanda smiled down at her girlfriend, brushing a strand of hair away from Y/N's face. She leaned in and kissed the top of Y/N's head, whispering, "Sweet dreams, baby."

With Y/N finally at rest, Wanda closed her eyes, grateful that she could provide comfort and relief to the person she loved most in the world. She knew that there would be more nights like this, nights where Y/N's tinnitus would wage a battle against her sleep, but as long as they faced them together, Wanda was willing to sing every night if it meant bringing peace to Y/N's troubled dreams. The love between them was stronger than any challenge, and in the embrace of sleep, they found solace in each other's arms.

#marvel mcu #mcu #marvel #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #hoh #hard of hearing #hearing loss #hearing aids

[jadewritesficshere]

Steve likes to be the one in charge when it comes to sex. He likes to watch as you come undone beneath him. He loves to be depended on and in control (he likes to feel needed but he can't say that. He likes how you look at him for guidance and feels he can do something right, not that you wouldnt make right decisions, but he loves that you look up to him and have faith in him to help you). He loves the way you grab his arms and look at him through half-opened eyes. Steve tries not to be arrogant, but he loves how you go cock drunk and babble making no sense, knowing only his cock can make you feel that way. The way you look at him with adoration, only able to say "uh-huh" and nod at him (he is 99% sure he could ask you anything and you would agree, because you aren't even thinking). Steve always makes sure his hearing aids are charged so he can hear all the sounds you make (he especially loves the way you moan his name). When you two are finished, he holds you close as you cuddle into him. You smile at him with a delirious look on your face. "I love you." You murmur, and his heart flutters.

You do love Steve. And on this particular night, you decide to show him. You push him on the bed and his eyes widen. You nip and kiss his skin, going slowly from his thighs up closer to his leaking cock. You make sure to worship his entire body, kissing everywhere and muttering praises to him. His skin is flushed and he has a light sheen of sweat, trying not to blow his load. You haven't even touched his dick yet! When your hand finally wraps around his cock, he only lasts two strokes before he cums all over your hand and on his stomach. He would feel embarrassed, but his brain is too fuzzy, and you are whispering to him how good he is and how much you love him. He doesn't realize he has shed a few tears until you gently wipe them away. Steve slowly opens his eyes to see you lick the cum off his stomach. He moans wantonly as he starts to harden again. When you ride him you chuckle a bit. Now he's the one babbling and unable to form a coherent sentence. When you both finish, his legs are shaking. Typically he would go grab some water and a towel to clean you both off, but he can't even stand. Steve has never been this fucked before, but he could get used to it.

#Steve deserves to be worshipped #He deserves the world #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington smut #Stranger Things #HOH!Steve Harrington #Jade is Talking

[hetaliaimaginesin2022]

I'm sorry if this is weird, but do you have any head canons for a Hard of Hearing/Deaf America? I head canon him as HOH and I love your writing so I'd like to hear your take

Wow, I can't believe hoh America is canon

Hard of Hearing America Headcanons

He's not completely deaf, though he has severe hearing loss in his right ear and mild loss in his left

He became hard of hearing back during the Revolutionary War during cannonading, something that wasn't too horribly uncommon

At the time, before sign language (ASL) was established, he found the communication barrier between him and everyone else incredibly frustrating, so as a result, even now, he gets incredibly excited whenever anyone can speak any form of sign language

Most days, when he's out of the house at a meeting, at the gym, or grabbing food from somewhere, he often has his ITE hearing aids in, though when he's spending the day in, he prefers to keep his hearing aids out, opting for a break from them

He'll often converse with Canada via sign during times like this

Overall, he actually prefers conversing through sign as opposed to using his hearing aids

They're cool and all, but they can get pretty uncomfortable and just plain annoying after a while

This is a side note, but during World Conference meetings, he'll often turn the volume down on his hearing aids when other personifications are trying to argue with him

#hetalia imagines #aph imagines #hetalia #hws imagines #hws x reader #hws x you #aph america imagines #aph america x reader #aph america x you #deaf au #deaf america #hoh ameruca

[gemstone-roses]

Eddie x deaf reader headcanons

Note: reader uses hearing aids

minors dni 18+ only thanku.

-eddie takes care to make sure you can always see his face when he's talking so you can see his lips

-he gets all flustered and apologetic when he talks to you when he's next to you and you struggle to hear him

-he asks if one day you'd like to join his DnD campaign

-and you hesitate but the excited look in his eyes means a lot and you can hardly say no can you look at him!!!

-but it's dim in there, and even if you could see his face, he's sitting up on his throne which makes it difficult to see anyway.

-eddie notices the concentration on your face, along with slight confusion

-and eddie gets down off his throne

-the boys are shocked at first, because eddie always sits there

-"shift it kid" he ruffles dustins hair

- eddie sits down opposite you

-"now, let's continue" he nods

-you mouth 'thankyou' at him and his face beams

-saves up all his spare money from his after school dealings to get a vhs player that can play captions

-also spending extra time in the video store checking the movie he's gonna rent has captions

-keeps hearing aid batteries in his van because you always forget to leave the house with yours

-eddie plays you his favourite metal song except to you the lyrics are intelligible

-so he writes them down for you in his best handwriting and there's little hearts and doodles at the side of the page

-you've got a stack of paper, bent and curled and smudged 'Eddie's songs' and 'don't read unless sad' 'this is my happy song' 'the song that reminds me of you'

- Wayne starts getting concerned when eddie starts going out late and coming back after midnight

-until he discovers eddie is taking sign language classes and paying for them out of his own pocket

-so wayne starts slipping eddie a few extra dollars in his wallet

-and Eddie pretends he doesn't know and wayne pretends eddie hasn't noticed

-eddie is very observant and picks up when your overwhelmed

-"come on", he gives you a reassuring squeeze and holds you the whole time

-takes you someplace quiet where there's not much noise

just eddie being the absolute best

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x deaf reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x gn reader #eddie munson fanfic #deaf reader imagines #deaf reader #hoh reader imagines #hoh reader #eddie munson hurt/comfort

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

peace - m. murdock

a/n: hi guys! missed you. desperately wanted to write more hoh!reader, so i did it. this can be read on it's own, OR it can be read as a part two to my fic, 'the lakes', which you can read here! feedback always appreciated! <3 warnings: so much damn fluff, suggestive behaviors, like literally tooth rotting fluff! mentions of some abelism but nothing actually happens it's just sort of mentioned. matt hates buffalo chicken pizza, the cold hurts readers ears, also a lot of kissin' and tinnitus because of course there is. word count: 3.0k summary: tinnitus, buffalo chicken pizza, and objections. what more can you ask for from matt murdock? paring: matt murdock x hoh!reader now playing: peace - taylor swift "the devils in the details/but you got a friend in me/would be enough if i could never give you peace?"

There are things that no one teaches you about dating.  

There are things that no one teaches you about dating Matt Murdock, a blind man.

There are things that no one teaches you about dating Matt Murdock, a blind man, who has super senses and is also a vigilante.

There are things that no one teaches you about dating Matt Murdock, a blind man, who has super senses and is also a vigilante… while also being deaf.

As you lost your hearing, you knew dating would be difficult. That was never a secret. Your first girlfriend after you started wearing hearing aids once hid them from you as a punishment after an argument. Safe to say that relationship didn’t last long.

One time, you went on a date with a guy who asked in the middle of your dinner, ‘Could you please take off your headphones? It’s cool that they’re Bluetooth but it’s really rude.’ You did not make it to dessert.

Then there was the time that your ex-boyfriend thought you were talking about him in ASL to your mom in front of him. You broke up with him soon after.

And Matt has experienced his fair share of ableism in dating too—Women who thought they could get away with stealing from him because he was blind, or that thought that he just had to have a service dog, and he’d be so cute with one.

So, when you started dating each other, things were obviously different. You weren’t sure how, but the idea of dating another person with a disability never occurred to you. Maybe it was because of how often you found people playing oppression Olympics, a classic game of ‘who has it worse?’ a game you had no interest in playing.

And the struggles you and Matt have in your relationship are never ones represented in rom-coms or in romantic novels. Dating any blind man would have been hardly represented but Matt, with his charm and heightened senses, was completely uncharted waters. And yet, you dive in headfirst.

One of the most romantic things Matt does for you within the first six months of your relationship happens on a cold February day. Winter in New York isn’t over until at least March, so you walk home from work, arm in arm. You decide to stop in for Thai food but decide to stand outside in favor of in the crowded restaurant where Matt would be hearing too many things and you wouldn’t be hearing nearly enough.

But he notices, as he often does, how you squirm in discomfort, waiting for time to pass. Though you do not show it in your face, he hears it in the way you breath deeply to try and relax through whatever it is that’s bothering you. He notices the grip on his arm tightening, even just a bit.

“What’s wrong, bee?” You’re never getting over your fondness for the nickname. But you stay quiet for a second, because you know he can tell if you’re lying.

“My ears hurt.” You hate saying it, because you feel like it’s all you do—yap about your ears and how much they hurt. They hurt from talking on the phone and holding it up to your ear for so long. They hurt from being in loud environments like parties and bars. But dear god, do they hurt right now. And you know exactly why.

“Oh, is it too loud? We could move to a different spot,” he says softly but you shake your head.

“Uh.. No. It’s cold. The cold is bothering my ears.” You explain, and he just nods. But before he can respond, you continue, “They’re in pain when it’s cold and earmuffs don’t do anything except block out sound and I can’t hear anyways, negating the point of my hearing aids.” You’ve tried earmuffs time and time again. And usually, you’d just wear a beanie or something, but you forgot yours.

So, Matt thinks for a moment, before tucking his cane under his arm, before lifting his hands to come up to your face. The heel of his hand comes up to rest against your cheeks while the length of his fingers gently cup around your ears. He’s not pressing down, making it harder to hear, but your ears are immediately warmer. Matt’s hands—and well, everything, are naturally very warm and the leather gloves he has on makes it even more so.

Your face flushes, as you lean into his touch. What a man you have found yourself. You stay like this for a little while, until your food is ready. Your face turns and you plant a gentle kiss to the palm of his hand.

As you leave the restaurant after grabbing your food, you want to say one more thing. Just quickly.

“Thanks for helping, by the way.. I’m sorry I constantly complain about my ears.” You tell him, and he just gets this goofy grin on his face.

“At least you’re not blind. That would suck.” He links his arm with yours. You just laugh, leaning against him.

“Shut up,” and at this request, he scoffs.

“You love listening to me talk, it’s one of your favorite things ever!” he defends.

You just grin because your boyfriend can tell when you’re lying. And you know anything other than telling him that what he said was true would be the biggest lie you ever told.

...

It’s not all sunshine and rainbows with Matt, though.

Okay, maybe that’s sort of dramatic. Neither of you are particularly violent nor angry, but one time you get really heated.

Your time working with Nelson, Murdock & Page is wonderful, and because it’s just the four of you, often, you wind up getting lunch together. Someone runs out, grabs food, and you all sit in the conference room, talk and eat.

But today, you barely made it to lunch.

“Where do you guys wanna eat today?” Foggy asks, leaning against your doorway. He knows Matt can hear him from wherever, but you need him to be in the room to be able to decode what he’s saying. Karen leans against the desk in the main part of the office.

“Pizza?” You shrug, and Matt calls from his office,

“Sounds good!”

“Great. What do you guys want?” He asks.

“I’m really in the mood for buffalo chicken pizza, I dunno why.” You shrug. Matt’s footsteps echo through the office, before he’s in your doorway as well.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

You gaze at him, perplexed.

“Uh… I want buffalo chicken pizza?”

“Honey, You cannot be serious.”

“What is your problem, Matthew?” You laugh, but he looks disgusted.

“You are a New York native! How can you enjoy something as blasphemous as wanting buffalo chicken pizza?” He asks, and Foggy just laughs.

“Dude, no way. You can’t be discriminatory towards pizza.” Then, Karen speaks up.

“No, you can’t. Not technically. But I most definitely am. Buffalo chicken pizza ruins the point of pizza!”

Then, you go to defend yourself.

“The point of Pizza is to enjoy it! And I enjoy buffalo chicken pizza!”

“Well, you’re enjoying pizza wrong!”

“You can’t enjoy pizza incorrectly!”

At this point, Foggy is just giggling, “I can’t breathe,” He wheezes.

Now, you stand and leave your desk, going into the main part of the office.

“Where are you going?” Matt asks.

“I don’t need to be berated about my pizza preferences in my own office by my own boyfriend!”

“I have a valid excuse; I can taste all the ingredients of buffalo chicken pizza and it’s disgusting!”

“It’s not my fault you’re a freak with crazy senses!”

Matt gasps, “Bee, you wound me!”

“Do not use that nickname with me, Matthew!” You tell him, “That’s a low blow!”

“Why, just because I think your pizza choices are awful doesn’t mean I don’t still love you, Sweetheart! Your pizza preference is just inexcusable, and I think you need to accept that—”

“You know what?”

“What?”

Your hands come up to your ears, quickly turning your hearing aids off and taking them off, putting it on a nearby desk.

Though you cannot hear, Foggy and Karen’s face tells you that they are dying of laughter, and Matt has this offended look on his face when he realizes he no longer hears the familiar buzzing of your hearing aids.

This is how you spend your day. You sit at your desk, hungry, as your boyfriend yaps by your doorway. You know he’s asking you to put your hearing aids in or telling you that your pizza request is dumb, you can just sort of make out what he’s saying by the movement of his lips.

But you do not budge, and by the time it’s time to go back to his apartment, you simply slip on your coat and wait for him to meet you by the door. He has given up trying to talk to you, for the most part. But the silent treatment is killing him. Even when you get to his apartment, he’s left speechless as you silently retreat into his bedroom, stealing some clothes and going to lay down.

Honestly, though? The worst part isn’t the silent treatment or ignoring him, but it’s the fact that he knows your ears ring even worse when you walk through the city without your hearing aids on. He knows you’re in pain. It’s killing him because you’re trying not to show it, but he can tell you’re clenching your jaw and burying your head beneath his pillow. You’re trying to rely on the softness of his sheets and the faint smell of him lingering between the sheets.

So, he devises a plan. And every minute he waits for the plan to be carried out is torture because he knows you’re too stubborn to forfeit your opinion on buffalo chicken pizza. When he is finally able to give you an apology you truly deserve, he grabs your hearing aids off the coffee table and crawls into bed behind you. You feel the bed dip but don’t say anything.

He plants a soft kiss to your hand, beginning to trail kisses up your arm and shoulder. He kisses your neck, and then jaw. You glance back over to him, seeing the hearing aids in his hand. You take them from him and put them on, before turning them on. He grins at the familiar humming they create at a frequency that will not bother you.

“Still mad at me, bee?” He asks, kissing your shoulder again. You shrug.

“Mad is a strong word, but yes.”

“Let me make it up to you?”

“Fine, but only because you’re cute.” He likes this answer. He takes your hand and pulls you off the bed, taking you to the kitchen. And you smell.. Pizza. There’s a box from your favorite place, and you step away from him to open the box. It’s a half plain pie and a half buffalo chicken pie. Because no matter how much he disagrees with you, he just wants you to talk to him and not be in so much pain for the sake of winning an argument.

You turn your head and place a soft kiss to his cheek. He tilts his head and places a soft kiss to your lips.

“Am I forgiven, bee?”

“I think so, Matty.” You hum.

He grins and kisses you again, thrilled to sense your more relaxed posture now.

...

Another challenge of your relationship comes from being lawyers. Mostly since you’re both ridiculously stubborn. You have a fun game you like to play out of it, though.

This one time you play, you’re laying with him on his couch, listening to music when you start yapping.

“I think I might style my hair a different way,” you tell him, but he just shrugs and plays with your hair.

“I think you look gorgeous either way.”

You furrow your brows for a second, and his face splits into a grin since he knows what’s coming.

“Objection,” you start, “You’re blind, you have no actual way of telling if I’m conventionally attractive.”

He considers this for a second.

“Overruled,” He determines, “Beauty is subjective, and in my opinion, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known.” Your face flushes.

“Objection,” You start again, and he groans, knowing you won’t let it go, “You don’t need to flirt with me, I already want you.”

“Overruled,” He counters again, quicker this time, “I like flirting with you, and it keeps the spark alive. Plus, I like making you blush.”

You raise an eyebrow, and he knows what’s coming next.

“Objection,” You hum, “How could you possibly know I’m blushing?”

He simply moves his hands from your hair and rests them against your cheeks, before deciding.

“Overruled.”

There’s another time that you’re at Josie’s, and you want to talk to Karen about a surprise you’re planning for his birthday, but he’s sitting right there, so you start signing. And he knows you’re signing by the way your hands smack, and the air moves through your fingers.

“Objection,” He groans, “I can’t understand what you’re talking about!”

“Mm, Overruled,” You determine, “There are some things I’m allowed to keep from you, but you have super senses and can tell when I’m lying and can hear me from a long distance away. Signing is the only way to have things be confidential.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“Okay, objection—You aren’t supposed to keep secrets from your partner.”

“Overruled.” You tell him. “One, that’s something people say about wedded spouses, ask me to marry you, get a marriage certificate and show me a nice ring then we’ll talk,” He blushes at that, “Two, you have an unhealthy idea of relationships from past relationships. You’re in therapy for a reason.”

Matt nods.

“Okay, okay.” He sighs, “That’s fair.” You grin at this.

“See? Was it so hard to let me win, Counselor?”

He raises an eyebrow.

“Yes, it was, Counselor.” He tells you, but you just giggle, because you love being a lawyer and you love your boyfriend.

But this last time is your favorite.

You spent the night drinking at Marci and Foggy’s, but there was this tension between you and Matt, and you can hardly wait to get home. So at some point, you make a half assed excuse, mumbling something about how your hearing aid batteries are low, but whatever it was that you told them as an excuse, you don’t really care.

Because now you’re on your bed, Matt pressed against you as he kisses down your neck. His teeth graze against your skin, and you gasp when he bites down, leaving a large mark on your neck.

Then, Matt, horny and a little tipsy, goes,

“Objection, I thought I told you to be quiet.” He continues to kiss your neck, jumping from side to side, leaving marks here and there.

“Overruled, I’m deaf, I can’t tell how loud I’m being,” You hum, your fingers lacing into his hair. He hums and kisses your collarbone before he speaks again.

“Objection,”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Matt—”

He shushes you softly before kissing you.

“Ssh… It’s listening time, sweetheart,” Okay, that was hot, “Objection,” He starts again, “You can be quiet for me, I know you can. I know you can follow orders, baby.” He then kisses your neck again.

“Overruled,” You start, tugging on his hair a bit. “You decided to play our game while knowing I’m at your mercy. It’s an abuse of power.”

“An abuse of—” he half scoffs, half chuckles. “You know what, Sweetheart?”

“What, Matty?”

“Objection. Be quiet or I’ll stop.”

Damn. An ultimatum. You knew that in situations like these, Matt’s willpower is stronger than yours.

“Sustained.”

“There we go, bee, was that so hard?”

...

The real best part of dating Matt Murdock, a blind lawyer with super senses while being deaf?

Well..

It starts on a warm sunny Sunday morning. You’re laying in bed, the sun peeking through its curtains. You’re laying on your stomach, face smooshed against pillows as he stretches out beside you. In another life, your dear boyfriend was a cat.

You don’t have your hearing aids in yet. It’s too early. Plus, you’re just enjoying the look of Matt basking in the warmth of the light. He’s gorgeous, your boy.

You lean forward and gently kiss the corner of his eyes, squeezed shut as he stretches. He stops when he feels your lips against his skin, smiling softly. He says good morning, but you can’t really hear him, so you just take his hand and press a kiss to his skin there too.

He returns the favor later, as you’re pouring your coffee. He presses a soft kiss to your ear, and you grin, resting your body against his He presses another kiss to your other ear. It’s something small, but it thrills you.

Matt is gentle with you in a way that you’re not used to. It’s not the sort of gentleness that comes with most people, where they’re afraid of breaking you because of your being deaf, but it’s a gentleness that comes despite it.

You enjoy bathing in his affection, especially because he is just so willing to give it to you and while it should be something you’re used to, you’re not. But you’re getting there. Matt makes sure of it.

The pair of you just seem to find the darkest cracks and crevices of the other, and you love those parts dearly.

You begin to kiss the corner of his eyes more often, and it quickly replaces his jaw as your favorite place to kiss. And your ears, despite how much pain and suffering they provide to you, Matt is a big fan of just kissing them.

So, when he leans forward and kisses your ears, you lean over to him and kiss the corners of his eyes. The way he squeezes his eyes shut at the affection is pretty adorable. It’s always awful when he must slip on those red glasses that hide those pretty eyes.

“Objection,” you groan.

He places a soft kiss to the top of your ear.

“Overruled.”

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #daredevil #daredevil fic #matt murdock fic #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x hoh!reader #deaf!reader #hoh!reader #matt murdock x gn!reader #gn!reader

[thirstyfortaglines]

R.B. Chef de Cuisine Ryoshu content cause I can’t find any elsewhere

A 1.5k word fic for Ryoshu from Limbus Company. No sexual content but contains mentions of gore and implied cannibalism. Chef Ryoshu has tainted my perception of affection irreparably, but I hope you enjoy regardless.

You awaken to find your arms pressed firmly to your sides by leather belts while metal cuffs restrain your wrists on the arms of what feels to be a plastic chair. Prying your eyes open proves a painful task as your eyelids feel heavy and sealed shut; upon finally getting them open you immediately shut them again, as a bright light shining above sends my mind reeling. Upon a more metered approach, you manage to slowly take in your surroundings: an iridescent bulb hangs barely in sight at the center of the room, illuminating at the opposite end to you a door with a small, barred window. You lazily trail your gaze to the left of the room, seeing hooks upon hooks of meat, some clearly in the process of decaying given the pungent smell wafting in the air. Your groggy state had kept you in a sedated state despite your current situation, but soon adrenaline began coursing through your veins, waking you from your fog.

Why?

Because you just noticed the pile of human corpses on the right of the room. 

Splayed ribs. Arms removed from their sockets. Human skulls, some of which still have eyes, others being completely removed. You can’t tell which is more horrifying. A river of blood snakes from the scene towards the center of the room and into a drainage pipe clogged by bits of skin, flesh, and hair. You fight the urge to hurl as terror wells up within the deepest parts of your mind, screaming at you to leave. You begin to jostle desperately at your constraints, giving into panic as your arms and wrists burn from your struggle. Panic quickly gives way to hysteria; you begin shaking harder and scream out in a rugged voice for help. A voice in the back of your head tells you you’re being irrational but to no avail. You scream louder, stomp your feet harder-

Until you hear footsteps from the door.

Every footfall is muffled, as if covered by cloth. Is your killer wearing a cloak, to embody death itself? 

Your heartbeat quickens as your imagination races unhelpfully to paint every gruesome death you might experience at the hands of whoever trapped you here; your breaths quicken and become shallow, cutting off oxygen from your already pounding head. The footsteps continue to get closer. In some cruel turn of luck, your breaths become slow and shaky, in rhythm with your oncoming demise.

(Breath In) 

3 steps until they reach the door

(Breath Out)

2 steps until they reach the door

(Breath In)

1 step until they reach the door.

This time, you hold your breath, hoping, praying, that somehow they might-

“I know you’re awake.”

A rough female voice comes from outside the door, temporarily replacing your terror with morbid curiosity. “Usually, the serial killers are men, especially the ones that eat people” you thought to yourself, still holding your breath. You hear the jingling of keys as the woman presumably goes to open your cell; the keys, you think, solidify your fate as you begin to come to terms with your death. “At least,” you think, painedly, “I want to see the face of my killer.” Your vision tunnels on the door as you

Listen to the keys slot into place, jingling cheerfully as though to mock you. 

Hear the locking mechanism become undone, once your obstacle and now your last hope, dashed. 

And watch as a short woman with a sword almost her size walks into the room, dressed head to toe in a chef’s uniform. Blood stains spot her white clothing, giving the air of a butcher more than a cook; nevertheless, as your terrified eyes trace her body your gaze settles on a single name tag hanging above the left of her chest: Ryoshu. 

“So, you’re up” she said without a trace of emotion, looking at you as though the only difference between you and the meat in the corner was that you could still talk. She walked over to you, her stride never breaking as her eyes continued to be locked with yours; the entire scene felt like something from a nature documentary, where the predatory stalks up to their prey in the middle of the day, because the prey has nowhere left to run. You were the prey here. And she

She was your predator. 

As she gets closer, your heart rate begins to climb again while your mind, still foggy, tries to comprehend everything that is going on and how you might escape. Of course, there’s nothing you can do now, as the chef looms over you, reaching out a hand towards your face. You squeeze your eyes shut as the the hand of death

Tenderly touched your forehead. 

You open your eyes to find her own staring back at you, concerned. Relief is soon overrun by confusion as you continue to watch her as she traces the side of your face, grip still light but firm all the same. Her hand follows your jawbone towards the back of your head, feeling around. You hadn’t noticed before but your head is badly injured and her touch sends waves of splitting pain ricocheting around your skull and down your spine. “Tch” she scoffs, upset, “I told him to be gentler with this one.” As she takes her hand back you notice the array of tools hanging from her waist: stabbed into the fabric is a kitchen knife covered in a concerning amount of blood followed by several syringes filled with a red, gelatinous liquid. She catches you eyeing her tools and lets out a low, half chuckle as she grabs both the knife and a syringe. “This,” she said, waving the dirty knife, “is for kids who don’t listen.” “This one,” she continues, now holding the syringe in her free hand, “is for obedient kids. I wonder which one you’ll be.” 

Ryoshu continues to watch you, her eyes flitting across every stretch of skin as if she were browsing her inventory rather than a detained, terrified person. A warm hand is pressed against the underside of your ribs, pressing directly into your gut as if to feel around for further damage; her eyes are filled with professional care as she moves on to the rest of your torso, being as thorough as she is gentle. Were it not for the restraints and surroundings, you might’ve mistaken this for romance. Your breaths are shallow again, hitching whenever her fingertips inspect another portion of your flesh; she mutters to herself as she touches on different muscle groups across your body, noting their quality before ever learning your name. She stands over you again, seemingly done with her inventorying, and once again presses a hand to your head before nodding to herself. “Because you behaved yourself,” she said, eyes looking almost past you, “I’ll give you a treat.”

Her hand moves towards her weapons again, sending you back into a panic. Tears begin to roll down your face but you refuse to scream out of fear of her retaliation. 

The hand hovers over the knife for an excruciating length of time before moving on to one of the red syringes. With the other hand she cups your chin, securing your face and steadying your trembling lips.

“Say ‘Ahh’.”

Her thumb peels back your bottom lip, touching your teeth and rubbing them absent-mindedly. You know whatever’s in that vial will lead to your death, but your fate was sealed the moment you wound up here in the first place. Your vision swirls as your head churns both from nausea and terror and yet, in your haze of hysteria, tears, and sweat, her red eyes never stop watching you; the blood red dots in your vision, despite how long you felt like you were sitting there, never ceased their observation. 

Well, the syringe will hurt less than the knife.

“Good choice.” 

Your head swims as the concoction enters your bloodstream, leaving a residual sweet taste on your tongue. Your eyelids grow heavy as your heart slows, making your fight to remain conscious all the more strenuous. “It’s rude to refuse a gift,” the girl says, leaning in close to your ear, “especially one that cost so much.” You can’t tell if she’s talking about the syringe or you. Not that it matters to your half-conscious brain much. Her hand once again approaches you, settling on your neck this time. Her thumb plays at your jugular, circling. You can’t decide if it’s endearing or threatening. Out of the corner. of your vision. you see her lips move. but you can’t hear. anything.

She smiles at you. Or maybe it’s. A sneer.

It doesn’t. matter. 

because you. can’t. 

think. 

…

The shop opens for the day, bearing a sign for a special they’ll be offering today. Patrons pour through the door, frothing at the mouth like rabid dogs for the promise of a new flavor. “Chef Ryoshu! What’s the special?!” a curious, frantic man calls from the crowd. Her thin figure appears behind the counter, lips spread thin in a smile only fanatics of the craft could appreciate.

“Meat pies: Baked with L.O.V.E.”

Living Objects Voluntarily Exterminated.

#Limbus company #ryoshu lcb #ryoshu x reader #mod hoh

[wxnheart]

lining up the queue.

speaking of which, have I mentioned that I got drafts of things I never posted?

because I do. I absolutely do.

I found the draft that was the inspiration for Yandere40k, a list of your favorite primarchs and one deadbeat emperor-dad doing what they do best.

being the apex predator.

wanna see it?

#also still looking for advice as I tackle the HOH!reader request for CoD.

[muertawrites]

Ok so I’m hard of hearing and one of my favorite comfort senecios with Eddie is if he’s with a HOH!reader or deaf!reader and wants to listen to music with them, he’ll take his headset and put it on you and hold the ear pieces against your ears and just headbang with you with a giant dopey grin. It makes me so soft every time I think of it 🥹

i take this and raise you:

trying to teach eddie sign language / explaining to him how lip reading works.

sign language because you can't really hear if you don't have your aids in, and sometimes it's easier just to sign something to you. plus you just love watching his hands.

he learns the basics first - please, thank you, give me, love you. just little things he can use around the house with you.

once you teach him how to say "kiss" it's over. that's all he asks for. "kiss please" are the words he uses most.

says his first full sentence in asl without even noticing it. you're just sitting on the couch one day and he says something to you and you're so shocked that you say, out loud, "wait what?" and then he's jumping with excitement. it's adorable.

he thinks lip reading is basically magic. it's just the coolest thing to him that you can understand him even with your aids out.

you try to teach him how you do it but he gets way too excited watching your lips and can't concentrate. he ends up just making out with you.

#eddie munson #eddie asks #eddie munson x deaf!reader #eddie munson x hoh!reader

[cooljadejacksonthings]

ok so i’m hard of hearing and i just feel like the representation in our community is not represented enough or not completely factual, so… i would love to write something with either eddie munson or steve harrington being with HoH or deaf reader so if i could get some feedback on that it would be greatly appreciated

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #steve harrington #steve x reader #eddie munson x deaf reader #steve harrington x HoH reader

[colossalsummer]

Some Pine doodles I made in church. 🌲

Chapter 18 of Cecelia and the Living Fossils is up! You can read it on web or on Wattpad. If you're new, you can also start from the beginning.

There's an incredible history of disability in the fossil record, and so much evidence of early humans making accommodations for members of their group with special needs.

Several Neanderthals from coastal cultures have been found with auditory exostoses that would've caused hearing loss over time. I tried to do as much research as possible on late-in-life Deaf and HoH experiences and worked on this chapter right down to the wire. This is really going to end up being kind of a two-parter where Pine has to decide what his future will look like--or whether he wants to have a future in the modern world at all.

I've reached out on several databases for sensitivity readers and I'm still searching, so of you're HoH and have thoughts on Pine, send me a message.

#hoh #sensitivity readers #neanderthal art #early humans #cecelia and the living fossils spoilers #catlf pine #catlf #neanderthal