Hi Sixer, I have a request for you. Can you write an au where Stephanie is blind and she's meeting Matthew for the first time in college but it takes him a while to catch on that she is blind. -L
It was the cheery whistling that caught Stephanie’s attention. Over the years she’d learn to build her first impressions of people based on less noticeable things; the weight of their steps, the way they fidgeted and shifted audibly, the smells of heavy perfumes or colognes, if they thought they had to talk loudly to her or tried to grab her hand without asking and guide her places like a child. When she felt like being particularly worldly and mature in her disability, Steph would haughtily tell those brave enough to ask about her blank stare that ‘blind people truly do see more than most.’
Regardless, none of those usual landmarks were what caught her attention. It was the whistling, loud and jaunty and something familiar, followed by the sound of a chair scraping back across tiled floors and the light she could see shifting as someone settled into a chair in front of the window she could feel streaming sunlight onto her face. The whistling continued for a minute and was joined with the sound of fabric and paper rustling (‘They’re taking a binder out of a backpack.’ Stephanie concluded mentally), only to pause as whomever was in front of her finished their set up and, presumably, noticed their deskmate.
“What’s your favourite condiment?” Once again, all presidence was dislodged by the unusual greeting. “I…. what?” Furrowing her brown, Steph pulled out the one headphone she had in (Regardless of knowing no one would give her shit for using a text to speech program, it just felt more polite to use headphones) and shot the strange man a confused look. “I said what’s your favourite condiment?” The stranger repeated and there was a edge of amusement to his voice that didn’t feel mocking, more inviting her to laugh. And so she did, shrugging and laughing at the student and his absurd question. “I guess…. mustard?”
For the third time, Stephanie felt caught off guard that morning as a peculiar warmth filled her chest when the man let out an approving noise. “Good choice. I’d have to say ketchup myself, it’s pretty versatile. You’ve the first person to actually answer that question today!” The man laughed, just as loud and cheery as the whistling before, and the warmth in Steph’s chest spread a little more, warmed her a little more. “I’m just fun like that.” She teased, breathless from the heat warming her up. “Speaking of fun, I liked your whistling earlier.” The man laughed again and whistled another few bars of his earlier song, something Stephanie finally recognized from the musical Chicago.
“Thanks, I’m studying theatre and we were talking about musicals we liked earlier.” 'Theatre kid. Likes Chicago.’ Steph added the details to her steadily forming list of facts, nodding slowly. “Oh, also I’m Matthew Patrick! It’s nice to meet you.” The light shifted slightly again, and Stephanie suddenly got the feeling Matthew was holding out a hand for a handshake. “Oh, uh…. I thought it was obvious, but, ah,” She gestured a little helplessly to her cane she knew was resting on the wall beside her, gestured to her own eyes she knew looked a little unfocused and glazed over, and waited. 'This is it,’ She chewed nervously on her lip, almost able to imagine how Matthews fact might be twisting uncomfortably, the most likely happy smile dulling a little, the uncomfortable stumbling and stammering. She tended to prepare for the worst, but this time she hoped for the best. 'Come on Matthew Patrick, surprise me again.’
“Oh. Sorry, I get caught up in my own world sometimes.” The self concious laugh was one Steph had heard a million times. She sighed to herself and shut her eyes, waiting for any number of uncomfortable responses and awkward questions. “Well, why don’t you hold out your hand first and I’ll shake it then? That way we can have a proper greeting!” Well. Even knowing she wouldn’t see an earnest smile staring back ('I wonder if Matthews smile is as happy as the rest of him.’), Stephanie still opened her eyes. “…That would work.” She said slowly.
Careful of the laptop in front of her, Steph held out a hand and felt that feeling in her chest seem to jump as a warm, large hand grabbed hers and shook it energetically. “Stephanie. Stephanie Cordato.” She could almost imagine the slow smile on Matthew’s face; it was surprising how perfectly she could almost imagine it. “Nice to meet you, Stephanie. Do you want a description of the incredibly gorgeous man sitting in front of you?” Steph laughed again, acutely aware that they were still holding hands. Oddly enough, that was okay with her. “I didn’t know there was a third person here.” She teased back, sticking out her tongue and revelled a little in the laugh Matt let out. “Funny, real funny.” She could practically hear the eyeroll, yet somehow Stephanie knew he was still smiling as he rustled some more papers. “Don’t expect me to tell you if you have food stuck in your teeth then.”
Honestly him saying he would wrap her up in the scarf forever as long as she wanted was better than any kiss can't wait to see how the english dub switches those lines up though
i hooked my computer up to the tv yesterday and i saw the whole episode again and i almost actually shed like a full fucking tear but then mod pineapple skype messaged me in the middle of the scene and there went the mood. but honestly it was so beautiful regardless of whether you ship it or not.
like, this changes their whole dynamic. like most people’s complaints about them (ie mikasa being to clingy eren being too disregarding of her) won’t have as much ground to stand on because they just. back off. they respect each other more, i guess you could say.
personally i can’t stand the english dub, but i might just catch snippets of it just to rewatch the ch 50 scene again……
(written as a contribution to a very sweet and very lovely post someone made, about how their weakness is to see them Not skip flirting pre-first kiss but to elaborate on it in joyful detail. i loved it and lost it in my not-to-be-recommended filing system, alas.)
one of my weaknesses is john and sherlock
skip flirting or teasing each other pre-first kiss. when they
finally get, that they want each other, they are so. there. no
testing any waters. no cautious approach with little touches here and
there, no awkward set ups to get close. no time to loose.
maybe they were fighting. maybe it was a bad
day, bad decisions were made. they didn’t talk. and all went
downhill. and then. in the end they escape. of course. but when they are finally back at bakerstreet sherlock still won’t
talk. his silence drives john mad with anger. he dares him to talk, he shouts and gets
no response but more silence. then suddenly something changes.
sherlock starts to shout. why are you even here? why do you follow
me? why do you follow me and my stupid… bad choices?
John is on him in a blink. catches him off
guard, stumbling and falling. struggling.
John is above him, kneeling
astride his legs, bending down to fight. sherlock’s not willing to
take any of it. but when their cheeks nearly touch, sherlock blushes, hot, and with a sudden understanding.
and feeling john’s hand on his shoulders, pushing him down on the
floor, causes something entirely else than distress.
and John’s rage? shifts into something -
else. and he starts to shake above sherlock. not with anger anymore.
he draws back, pausing, then sitting up next to where sherlock still
lies on the floor. he runs his hands over his face.
sherlock feels the edge of the rug lightly
digging in his shoulderblades. everything tingles and he still feels
john’s hands where they held him down.
slowly he sits up.
john exhales and turns. they look at each
other. so familiar. so new. without breaking eye contact sherlock
slowly lowers himself back down until he lies on the floor again.
until he lies just where john has pushed him in his anger. where he
held him down.
john can’t stop the soft yet fierce moan
that comes out with his breath.
once again he moves his body over sherlock’s, cautiously, and agitated for a very different reason than just minutes before. his hands
touch sherlocks shoulders where they pushed in rage just moments
before. now they push again, with gentleness. with realisation.
when their cheeks nearly touch this time,
sherlock blushes again, hot and needing. and john’s hands on his shoulders,
pushing him down, feel like he would let him do anything.
John’s eyes close when sherlock
whispers it in his ear.
then they kiss. and make out most
satisfyingly. the end.
okay the thing i want to know is this: what does Anti want? i know Darkiplier wants to manipulate people, to have them under his control. knowing what a character wants is the foundation of it all. so what does Anti want? does he want to kill people? does he want attention? does he want to kill Jack? WHAT DOES HE WANT???