Colors in the dark | part 1 | Spain x blind!Reader

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A/N: So, I split this up in two parts because this will be a really long one... I got caught up in the moment(s)... Anyways, enjoy!

(y/n): your name
(b/f/n): best friend's name
(d/n): dog name

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Oh, how you hated being blind. The only nice thing, were the colors you saw when someone talked. You could only walk in unfamiliar places with a seeing cane, since your loyal guide dog, (d/n), unfortunately passed away.

That's why you were in the car with (b/f/n). "Where are we going again?" (B/f/n) chuckled. "It's a surprise, (y/n)!" You groaned as the familiar bubbly pink crossed your mind, and felt for your bag. "Do you want a peppermint?" you said as you miraculously pulled out a small box of peppermints from the depts of your bag.
"No, thanks. We're here." You felt the car stop, and felt for your seatbelt.

As soon as you got out from the car, (b/f/n) pulled you inside a building. You heard a bit of barking, and your eyes slightly lit up, instead of that dull (e/c) color they usually had. You heard someone walk over to you. "Hola chicas!" Spanish, with the colors of bright yellow, and a tomato-like red. "Hello! I'm (b/f/n), we made an appointment. This is my friend I told you about, (y/n)." She pushed you forward, making you stumble over your feet. You felt something warm and comfortable catch you, and after a few awkward moments, you realised that the man caught you. You quickly stood straight and muttered an apology. "I'll leave you two alone." You heard your friend walk out of the door, and then you were left alone with the Spaniard. (A/N: Wow, great friend, huh!) He chuckled for a bit, and led you towards the barking. "So, do you have any idea of the dog you want?" You shook your head. "I didn't even know I was coming here, my friend," you signalled to somewhere behind you, "dragged me here." He laughed. "Well, let's get you a nice one!"

A few hours later, you walked out of the dog shelter, with your new dog leading you out, towards the car. You spend some nice hours with the Spanish man, he guided you around, let you meet several dogs, he even let you feel his face! You were still daydreaming over his soft hair, his perfect eyebrows, squishy cheeks, and his lips... A small smile tugged at yours when you remembered him smile when you felt over his lips. "(Y/N)! WHERE ARE YOU!" Aaaand, cue facepalm. You sighed through you fingers as you heard someone walk to you. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you! And is this your new dog? Such a cutie, just like the guy inside there!" She playfully punched your shoulder. "Ow..." You fake-pouted. "Let's just go home, 'kay?" You carefully walked to the car and opened the door.

-A few weeks later-

You happily walked through the park, letting the sounds of happy kids and slightly worried parents flooding in. That is, until you heard something else. You identified the voices, a dark brown, and bright purple, to be from your bullies. You sighed. Great. Exactly what I need. You felt yourself being separated from (d/n), and they started their almost daily routine, pushing you around and laughing at you. You landed in a painful angle on the path, and the purple voice found it apparently amazing. You felt tears at the corners of your dull (e/c) eyes. Then you heard someone jog up to you. 'Hola! May I ask what you're doing with that chica?' Yellow and red lingered in your head. You heard a fake dark brown giggle. "Oh, nothing really. She just bumped into me, and I think she stole my phone!" Your face got red from embarassment. "Oh, did she? Well, I know her, and she would never do that." The yellow-and-red voice was cheerful, but had an angry undertone. You unintentionally shrinked a bit, but you heard two people leave, and felt a wet dog nose sniffle up your face. "You might want to get up chica, I think it's going to rain." Antonio helped you up. "Thanks." Toni was right, it was going to rain. "Could you bring me home, please?" He pulled you towards his car. "Sure thing, chica!" He sounded cheerful again, making you smile.

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