Anon: Hey could you do an insecurities (sorry if I spelled that wrong) where y/n is dyslexic and doesn't want Dan to know but because y/n is struggling to read he finds out and is all adorable and supportive and helpful and cute?
This means a lot to me, I don't believe I have spoken about this on here yet, but one of the reasons I take so long to write is due to the fact that I myself am dyslexic. When I read/ write, the letters all appear to jump around the page. I know a lot of people tend to think that it is only when letters and words appear backwards, however it comes in my forms so i apologise as I'm not sure what affects/ problems you wanted me to write about.
I hope this is okay and thank-you for the request :) xxoo
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Your boyfriend had gone out for day, or so he said. This was when you had decided to pick up a book, finding a comfortable position on the sofa along with your favourite drink to sip on.
As relaxing as this would seem, it happened to be the complete opposite for you.
Dyslexia.
This was the one thing that made your everyday life much more difficult. You couldn't go to a restaurant and read the menu, it took you far too long, filled with stress and pain to read when your boyfriend would leave you what was supposed to be a heart warming letter and possibly the hardest part.. Dan didn't know.
You hadn't told Dan, and didn't plan on doing so. You were afraid he would think of you as a freak. You were afraid he would treat you differently. You were afraid he would be embarrassed to be with you and most of all, you were afraid he would leave you.
You had been attempting to read the first paragraph for about 5 minutes now, a headache already present as your strained eyes tried to focus on the floating letters.
You were completely unaware of the additional presence in the room, as Dan stood, leaning against the frame of the door. He watched as your generally bright face, contorted into one of struggle as your forehead wrinkled and you moved the book around, trying to find an angle that may be easier, but of course wasn't.
He didn't like this, he didn't like seeing the pain you'd obviously kept secret.
"sweetheart, are you okay?" he eventually spoke, making you jump as you threw the book to your side.
"oh Dan, you scared me. Yeah I'm fine, just reading" you smiled to him as he walked over, sinking into the sofa next to you as he looked deep into your eyes.
"y/n, you haven't turned a page in the 10 minutes I've been here. And it's obvious you're struggling. I just want to help you, love" Dan took hold of your hands as he spoke.
"Have you been to an optometrist recently? because I can take you if-"
"I'm dyslexic Dan" you interrupted him, too embarrassed to look up at him
"y/n... why didn't you tell me?" he questioned after a few moments of silence. He kept your hands held tight in his, which was more than comforting.
"I was embarrassed Dan... and I didn't want you to treat me different" you finally confessed.
Dan leant forward, leaving a soft kiss on your lips before speaking.
"Sweetheart, You should not be embarrassed. And the only difference now is that i know. And by knowing I can help you. And well... maybe just tell you how much i love you instead on the long letters... I'm sorry for that."
You were shocked by how sweet Dan was being. You weren't sure what to say other than a quiet "thank-you" with a loving smile.
Dan pulled you onto his lap, giving you another delicious kiss. The rest on the day, you remained cuddled up on the sofa, you listened to Dan's smooth voice as he read the book of your favourite movie to you until you dozed off in his long, warm arms.
"i love you" he whispered, kissing the top of your head.
From that day on, Dan did he best to help you. He didn't do everything for you, which you were so thankful for, and the best part, he loved helping you.
