Warnings: Brief angst

Word Count: 1686

Request: Hey was wondering if you could do a tyler x reader married couple where the reader is blind?? Love your work ❤️❤️❤️ Hey! This is the blind reader request and I was thinking that the reader can only see like outlines of people through light if that makes scene? Totally blind for the most part tho, I don't really have a preference! Love you work!❤️ -Anon

Author's Note: I hope that I was able to do this request justice, anon! (Also thank you so much!!) I did a bit of research to make sure this was as accurate as possible, although obviously everyone experiences blindness differently! Hopefully all of you enjoy this one :)

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You listened as the computer read out the last sentence that you had written. Rocket shifted against your legs, making himself a little more comfortable on the other end of the couch. Light was pouring in from the windows on the far side of the room, illuminating the shapes of the various things that Tyler kept on top of his piano.

Your fingers traced the keyboard on your laptop as you thought of what to write next. In just a few days, it would be your and Tyler's third wedding anniversary. You had decided to write him a poem telling him all the things you loved about him, but it was harder to put your thoughts to words than you had expected, even despite the fact you had been writing poetry since you were a teenager.

With a sigh, you shut your laptop and set it on the coffee table. Maybe watching a movie for awhile would help you to come up with something. If nothing else, it would at least give your brain a break.

"Rocket, come here, honey," you cooed, calling your service dog to you.

You smiled as you felt your golden retriever climb onto your stomach and rest his head in the crook of your neck. He sniffed around a little bit, rustling a few strands of your hair.

"What a sweet boy."

You wrapped your arms around him and scratched at his back. Rocket meant the absolute world to you--not just because he helped you get around on a daily basis--and you loved snuggling up on the couch with him. It was second only to cuddling up next to Tyler.

You had just turned on a movie for you and Rocket when you heard the front door swing open. There was a number of different sounds: bags rustling, the heavy footsteps that Tyler's boots always caused, and Tyler's muttered curses as he tried to close the door.

"How was the grocery store?" you asked.

"Fine," he huffed. "I got stuff to make pasta for dinner."

"Yes! My favorite."

You wanted to offer to help Tyler with the groceries, but there was no way you were about to sacrifice your position with Rocket on your chest.

"I thought you might appreciate it. I also think I figured out a melody for that song that I've been working on. I couldn't get it out of my head the entire time I was shopping."

"Will you play it for me?"

"I will once the groceries are put away."

"Alright, love."

You continued to scratch Rocket's back, letting his fur run between your fingers. Tyler had helped you give him a bath yesterday, meaning that he was nice and clean. It was hard to resist the urge to just bury your face into his neck.

You could just make out the sound of Tyler humming to himself over the opening and closing of cupboards in the other room. It was a tune you didn't recognize, meaning that it was probably the new melody that he had come up with at the store. Just the small snippet he was humming sounded beautiful and you could hardly contain your excitement over hearing him play it properly at the piano.

"Groceries are put away," Tyler announced as he kicked his shoes off by the door where you wouldn't accidentally trip on them.

"Thank you for doing that."

You smiled and held out a hand. Tyler lightly rested his hand in yours and ran his fingers between yours. His hand was colder than you had been expecting.

"Cold outside?" you laughed.

He pulled your hand away from you so that he could press a kiss to it. Thankfully his lips were warmer than his hands.

"Yes, but the sun is shining."

"I noticed."

You felt Rocket move off of your chest as the couch dipped with Tyler's weight near your knees. The light from the window was just barely illuminating his silhouette enough for you to see. He moved his free hand to your leg.

"How was your morning here?"

"Good, I've just been working on some things."

"Things?"

"Projects."

"What sort of projects?"

"Secret ones."

"Alright, alright, I get it," he laughed, lightly tapping your leg.

"You'll know soon enough."

He lightly squeezed your hand, "I'm sure I will."

"So, what about this new melody?"

You watched as his shadowy silhouette leaned back against the couch, "I'll play it soon. I just need to take a moment to sit."

You pulled your hand away from his and held out your arms, welcoming him to come lay on your chest. He happily obliged and rested his head in the crook of your neck as he slowly snaked his arms around you. Once he was adjusted, you wrapped your arms around him and lightly ran your fingers around his back.

"You smell nice," you said.

"Is it my hair?"

"Did you use coconut shampoo?"

"Yes."

"Then yes," you giggled.

You slowly ran a hand along Tyler's back until you reached the nape of his neck. He sighed contentedly as you began to run your fingers through his hair and give him head scratches.

"You know, if you keep doing that I'm never going to get up to play that melody."

"I don't see a problem with that."

Tyler laughed and pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot just below your ear, only making you giggle more. His breath was hot on your neck as he exhaled and went back to laying on your shoulder.

"Ok, I need to play this melody before I forget it," Tyler sighed.

Tyler pushed himself off the couch and shuffled over by the window. You slowly pushed yourself up to a sitting position so that you could better see what was going in front of you. Tyler's figure was a little clearer now that he was closer to the window, although it was still hard to make out exactly what was going on.

"Give me a second to figure out what notes I'm doing."

"Take your time, love."

You admired the way Tyler looked bent over his piano as he slowly tapped out keys. Shortly after you had moved in with him, Tyler had moved the piano in front of the window because he knew how much you loved to watch him play. The light from the window made it possible for you to actually have some idea what was going on, since your retinitis pigmentosa had made it difficult for you to see much besides light and dark contrast.

Tyler eventually got the hang of what he was doing and began to tap out a melody that sounded similar to what he had been humming in the kitchen. He let out a content sigh and softly tapped the top of the piano.

"Ready to hear it?"

"Of course."

Tyler slowly began to play the piano. You listened intently, hanging on to every note. The melody that he played was short, but it made you smile just as much as any full song that he played for you.

"That was beautiful, Ty!"

"You think so?"

You watched his figure stand up and come back towards the couch. He took a seat next to your legs once again.

"I do. I just wish that I could see you play."

"What do you mean?" he asked, reaching out to rest a hand on your arm. "You did."

"No, like, really see you. I can watch, but I can't see all the little details. You know, like the way your muscles move or the expressions you make or just watching your fingers move along the keys. I just can't see all the intimate details. It's hard sometimes, knowing that I'll never get to experience that."

"Come here, love."

Tyler slowly guided you into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your forehead to his shoulder.

"I know it's hard," he whispered. "I wish there was something that I could do."

"No, it's ok, Ty. You already do so much for me. You help me in so many ways. I love you for that."

"I love you too, Y/N."

"You know, just once, I would like to see your face when you say that."

You reached towards him and he caught your hand in his own, guiding it to his face. He rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand.

"I wish I could show you."

You had always wondered what Tyler looked like. Sure, you had heard countless descriptions and seen how his profile looked and Tyler had told you about things like his tattoos and birthmarks, but it wasn't the same as being able to see him and study every little detail.

"Maybe one day," you shrugged. "For now, I just have to live with what I've got."

Tyler let out a little laugh, "You're so strong, Y/N. Stronger than you know."

"So I've heard."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes."

He moved his hand forward so that he could pull you into a kiss. You didn't think that you would ever get tired of the way that his lips felt pressed against yours.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N."

Even though Tyler was being so serious, you couldn't resist the urge to crack a joke, "I wouldn't know."

He laughed and pressed another gentle kiss to your cheek, "What a dork."

"Hey! I am not."

You were interrupted by Rocket jumping onto the couch and making himself comfortable in your lap which swiftly put an end to the moment you and Tyler had been sharing.

"I think that's my cue to start making us some dinner," Tyler said.

"Yeah, I don't think it gets much clearer than that."

"One more kiss?"

You puckered your lips and Tyler gave you one final kiss before getting up and walking off. Rocket happily took his spot and curled back up next to you, enjoying the opportunity to spread out as much as he wanted. With a smile, you reached out and began to scratch at his ears .

It couldn't get any better than this.