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Blind!Reader x Dave || Pretty Eyes

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When you first entered Alternia High, it scared the crap out of you. Being blind was pretty hard, to be honest, and the fact that you could accidentally smack someone in the face with your white cane didn't help either. 

Why not go to a differently abled school?, some may ask. 

Fuck no! You worked so hard to get into this school, this school was for people who were geniuses. They all had a special things they were geniuses in, some being sports, music, computers, basically anything that would put them above the norm of people who did it as hobbies. And they had dorms so you didn't have to deal with the bitches called parents. (To be honest, you really didn't like them. At all. Total assholes. Never even looked at you twice.)

You, my dear, were a genius in math and reading people. A math whizz. Cliche, and a little bit overused, yes, but you were like a fucking human calculator.

On top of that, you could read peoples emotions just based 

Awaiting the principal in the office, you sort of put your hands out to touch the desk, (which you assumed would be in front of you) and you found that you didn't have to reach far before hitting it and feeling it out. It was metal, and smooth, the kind that would be used in an interrogation. 

"Are you done feeling my desk up?" A voice rang clear through your ear drums, and you sat up rigid, arms at your side, adjusting your sunglasses softly. The person seemed to scoff a little before grabbing one of your hands and shaking it. "Principal Hussie. You can call me Principal Hussie, and I see you are [Full Name], correct?" You hear him ease down into a spinny chair, and roll up to the desk.

It's like he's trying to piss you off. 'See you'? Really?

"Yeah, that's me," is all you can say though, because respect for your superiors yo. You feel so helpless in front of him, and he continues, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

"Well welcome to Alternia High, where only the best out of the bestest go. And I believe you need your schedule, your books, your lock, your locker combo, your dorm key, and your luggage is already loaded up in your room. I hope you have fun here. You filled out all the paperwork, right? Good, good."

He talked so fast he didn't even let you get a word in as a huge bag was shoved into your arms. "W-What? O-Okay..." You mumbled off, as he pushed you out of the office, and slammed the door, as you held the heavy bag in one hand, and your white cane in the other. Shit. How would you even get around the school if you don't have anyone to help you around this damn place?

As you walked around, you realized that no other kids were here, which figured considering the fact that you had come in the middle of 5th period. 

You walk into something. 

Someone, and you fall on your ass, and curse. FUCK NOW YOUR SHADES FELL OFF TOO.

"Yo, what the fuck? Can't you watch where you're going?" It was a dude. You seemed to growl slightly as you, excuse me if this is triggering, blindly searched for your sunglasses. "And why are you stumbling around like you're blind? Are you looking for something?" He had a slight Texas twang, you noticed, and you rolled your bland eyes at him, as you then tried to find where he was.

"Because I am blind, douchenuggets." Your hands clasp around something smooth, and you pop your shades back into place onto your face as you stand up, grabbing your cane which was next to you. Someone tapped you on the head, and in a gruff voice said,

"Give me your hand." 

And so you did. You could feel his pulse quicken as he pulled you up, and you sighed. People were always scared of you for some reason, but it made sense considering that you sounded pretty pissed off.

"Thanks," you say, "My name is [Full Name], and yes, I am blind you insensitive fuck." You shake his hand, and hold your bag, trying to figure out where the hell you were. Like were you in front of the lunch room, or what? 

"The name's Dave Strider, and it's pretty good that you can't see me or else your ovaries will explode. Do you need any help?"

"Are you offering to be my tour guide?" You hold out your hand to him, and you can hear him smiling in between his Texan accent.

Although you can't see it, he shakes his head to make his hair move away from his face, and takes you by the hand. "Only for ironic purposes."

"It'll be ironic when I kick you in your dick."

"Anything to be near it?"

"It'll come off."

"You can't even see!"

"I can still kick."

"How will you aim??"

"Do you want to try me?"

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It had been a few months since you had enrolled into Alternia High, and needless to say, Dave had become one of your best friends. Along with John, Jade, Rose, and Karkat, (who was always angry but he was really good at writing) you guys were unstoppable.

Sure there were always a few assholes who always pushed you around for being blind, but there was really no way around that, and then after that Dave punches them in the face for you. (It always made you blush when he said he did that.) You always thanked him and he always helped you around, and often he would stay in the other bed of your dorm room, which had an extra bed, but you had specifically requested for no room mates, which you were glad about, although getting dressed in the morning was a pain, so Rose would often come over to help choose out an outfit for you.

Although one thing bothered you. You didn't know what your best friends even fucking looked like. And that pissed you off to no end. 

You sat on your bed, and you ran your hands through your [h/c] hair blinking slightly before grabbing your stick and getting ready to be ready when Dave came to pick you up from your dorm. Pacing around, being careful not to hit the other bed, you bit your nail before you heard someone enter. Straightening your outfit, you tried to feel out until you felt the familiar cloth of Dave's shirt. 

"Dave?" You asked softly.

Said Strider gave a trademark smirk that you couldn't see, as he took your hand. "Sup?"

You were silent, staring blankly ahead before shaking your head. "I'ts nothing... Just... Nevermind. Let's just get to breakfast than [world language]."

Making your way through the halls with the others, you guys ate in the normal, as you groaned tiredly for Dave to go get you food. 

The moment he came back you started shoveling the food into your mouth, not even bothering to push your sleeves up so no grease would get onto it. I guess you were really hungry. Or you were shoving food in your mouth to avoid asking awkward questions along the lines of, "Hey, you guys are my best friends, but what do you look like?"

World Language was the worse.

"I want you to find someone in this classroom to describe them in [language], and write something about them that makes them unique," the teacher explained, passing out papers, and giving you a braille copy, as you lightly touched it with your fingers, and sighed, knowing that this would be particularly difficult. As the other students stood up to find someone, you could hear the teacher walk over, and with a touch of pity in her voice, said, "You know, [Name], you don't have to participate in this. I could just give you a worksheet or two."

"N-No, I want to."

You grab over to Dave, but you realize he isn't there. Shit. He probably met up with someone else, didn't he? 

"Dave?" The voice that comes out of your mouth is not yours. It is small, meek, weak, and quiet, but you realize he's not there, and you're not going to be able to ask anyone else here. "D-Dave?" Your voice rings a little louder, and he sees you, and looks back from you, to Terezi, to you, then back to Terezi.

You almost wretch and throw up right there even though you can't see the exchange happening, but you stand up, defeated, and run out of the classroom, your stick still in hand, and only the paper map to guide you.

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There's a knock on your door. Do you really want to go get it? You're lying on your bed, only a book in hand as you're curled up against the corner of your wall and bed, a blanket to cover yourself. There's sad music playing in the background as you read the romance novel, and wondered why oh why you couldn't read Dave as well as you thought you could. 

Maybe you should get the door, I mean, it could be someone other than Dave.

You groan and get up, straightening your pajamas. Who could it be at this hour?

The knocking became more rapid and hard, as you snapped to the person behind the door, "I'm coming! Let me just get some pants on..." You reach for your pajama pants that have [Cartoon/Anime Character] print on them and pulled them on, and smoothed out your black shirt with [F/c] [symbol] on it. As you reached out for the doorknob, you realized that you didn't have your shades on.  "Shit!"

But it was too late. The person in front of you had already seen your colorless eyes that were now red from crying. 

"[Name]?" 

Oh god it was Dave. Like he was the last person you wanted to see. Your body trembling, and in a surprisingly calm voice, you replied with, 

"What do you want, Strider? I thought you were working with Terezi, you know, the girl who used to be blind but can actually see your hot face?!?" You snapped, before covering your mouth, hearing what you had just said. "Shit."

And then he hugged you. 

"I am so, so, so so so sorry, [Name]," Dave murmured into your [h/c] hair. He stroked your hair softly while whispering apologies into your ear, your whole body shaking in your embrace. But you never returned it, you just let him  "I just didn't think you wanted to do the project with me."

This blew you over the edge as you shoved him away, and you crossed your arms over your chest, tears streaming down your already flushed cheek. "Yeah, well, for a school of geniuses, its kind of rare to find someone that doesn't think. Nobody ever thinks of the little blind girl's feelings. No! Go ahead! Please! I fucking beg that you do it!" You shouted at him. 

If you were able to see, you would be able to see the pain in his eyes when you said that to him. "I didn't fucking mean it like that!" He growled, and pushed past you and into your dorm. "And here I was, tryin' to ask you to be my partne-"

"What?"

"Well I was going to ask you to be my partner for the project, but since you're so seemingly against it," he muttered, and you heard the creaks of the other bed as he set his bookbag down on it.

"I-I..." You were at a loss for words, before you grabbed his wrists, and smirked. "Aw, how cute, you're nervous!" You say, and he gulps audibly, making you smile, as your hands wander up to his face, touching it lightly, and you can feel him shiver beneath your own contact. "I wanted to ask you to be my partner for the project," you said, smiling feebly, your voice wavering, "but when I heard you talking to Terezi, my heart sunk to my stomach. Of course you would want someone who could actually see your face," you say, squeezing your eyes shut tightly, as if to prevent the tears from falling down your face. "I don't even know what my own face looks like at this point, let alone my best friend's."

"Well you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, and you are so beautiful that I want to cry, unironically. That's how beautiful you are," Dave whispered into your ear, and you wiped your tears away. 

Oh god your body is trembling, how pathetic. "Really?" Omigod now you're giggling. It's like right out of a shojo manga now. Congratulations.

"Really."


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The night ends with you curled up against Dave as you two watch a movie in each other's arms. You weren't quite sure how it happened, it just did, but you were happy with the result.

That and Dave was the only one who was watching the movie, you were just playing with his hands the whole time, tracing circles into it. 

"Dave?"

"Sup?"

"Why do you wear shades?" You held onto his hand tightly, and you can hear him clear his throat, his pulse picking up rapidly, as you reach up to touch the said glasses, and he smacks your hand away.

"Its because of my eyes," he says softly, and you can hear him adjust them onto his face; they were probably sitting askew before. "They're... weird."

"You're talking to the girl who's blind, and can't see jack for shit. You can tell me," you say, and kiss his cheek, and you can feel his heart beat even faster. "Although you don't have to, if you don't want to. I would understand."

"It's because they're red. And ugly and horrible and re-"

"Radical. Not retarded, radical." You couldn't stand to hear the person you love just degrade himself word after word, hearing his voice crack every third word. "I wish I could see them."

"Now you have to tell me how you became blind." He was so blunt and straight to the point you sucked in a breath of air, but said nothing. "You can tell me, you know that." 

"I have Retinitis Pigmentosa [Link], and it really really sucks. I literally saw my blindness coming. Now I wish I didn't go blind as soon because then at least I could see my best friend, and tell him how beautiful his eyes are because they're so much more than what my eyes could ever be," you say, leaning into his chest. "Pretty Eyes are what you have. More beautiful than mine will ever be."

Then you had an idea. "Dave, I'm really sorry, but can you sleep on the other bed tonight? I still have to do my [world language] homework." 

Strider reluctantly gets up and hops onto the bed adjacent to yours. You pull out your laptop, (and yes, contrary to asshole's belief, you can type) and begin your project.

My partner is Dave Strider and he has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. Or ever will see...

And so you wrote your project, glancing up into the darkness that your eyes could perceive, considering thats all you could perceive. 

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As you sat next to your best friend in [world language], you could hear the teacher passing back the papers and projects to the people it was written about.

You heard Dave mutter a "thanks," to the teacher and hear his lips part into a grin as he squeezed your hand under the table.

Pretty Eyes indeed.




WHEP
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i wrote the rest in computers
dont judge me
you all are beautiful
i hate myself
kthanksbai c:

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Principal Hussie.
Welcome to Alternia High were all the students DIE