your recent post about reader carrying around wipes and tissues and extra pens for akademiya!dottore had me thinking — it happens far before you start dating, or even before you realize any feelings present between you two. you just notice it one day, how his hands are always stained with ink, how you keep finding the remnants of pens in the trash cans of the dorm. you think it's a cute habit, but it must be annoying to walk around staining everything with ink.
it happens again one day. he gets into a fervor and breaks a pen. you tsk and take his hands in yours, chiding softly as you wipe the ink stains. it's a strange feeling — the skin on skin contact. your hands are warm. he does not lean into the touch, but he does not pull back as well.
it happens again and again. sometimes he just breaks the pen on purpose so that you can roll your eyes, with faux annoyance and genuine affection, and wipe his hands again.
it's such an unfamiliar feeling, to be taken care of. to be the recipient of selfless — at least, he thinks it is — impulse. you don't have anything to gain doing this. you don't have anything to gain buying him pens from your own pocket when you could very well spend your mora on something else.
when you do it, it loosens his lips into a smile that's completely warm and full and utterly silly. not one of his maniacal grins or a sarcastic smirk — a real smile, conjured up from the depths of his heart.
"i can't believe it," you huff out. "you're actually smiling, or maybe you've eaten something bad. you aren't sick, are you? is the effort giving you indigestion?"
and he scoffs, exchanges cheek for cheek with you, but the smile doesn't leave him, no matter how much he wills it to.
dottore has always thought, before this, that he wasn't entirely human. he did not feel as deeply as his peers did. sometimes he did not feel at all. it didn't bother him. but then you slide your hands in his, and your fingers rub on the rough skin, smoothing the callouses, warmth seeping between the space of your skin. he thinks if he would ever know love, then it would have your shape.
genuinely don't know what overtook me i wrote this all in like ten minutes HAHA. hope you're having a lovely day <3
OH MY GOD... WHY DID YOU JUST DROP THIS MASTERPIECE ON ME SO CASUALLY??? I'm adoring EVERY part of this! Ahh,, I just love how you wrote reader's and Zandik's dynamic pre-relationship 🥺
I imagine when you first cleaned his hands, for the first few seconds he didn't know what to do. A large part of him wanted to shake you off but there was also a part that wanted you to continue, as you never touched him like this, much less so tenderly. So instead he opts for no reaction, choosing to gauge the situation and his feelings. All of it is very foreign to him... skin-to-skin contact that is soft and not harmful. The way his brain's first reaction isn't to immediately cast your hand away anymore.
And he finds out that without fail, you will somehow pull out a wipe out of nowhere to clean the mess up. How does he know? Well... he may or may not be abusing his pen-breaking habits to test you. Despite knowing every time how you'll react, he finds that for some reason, he looks forward to it every time. It's not unpredictable in any manner... yet it still excites him.
Zandik knows the store's owner knows you by face and name by now from how much you frequent the store for mere pens. Zandik knows that sometimes you leave the dorm only to buy those pens. Zandik knows that you place a ton of them in his drawers, different colors too, so he can use them whenever you're not there with him. So this is what "being cared for" is like. He hates it and yet he finds himself to love it too.
The first time you saw him smile like that, you were probably a little bit scared, confused, and enchanted at the same time. I mean, you didn't even know it was possible for him to smile like that. Considering the kind of person this sweet smile was coming from, it was a bit jarring, but it was a beautiful sight to see. And even with your little snide comment, it seems like even the madman himself, the one who values logic above frivolous things like emotions and humanity, couldn't stop his own from shining through. So when you intertwine your fingers with his own, he does not stop you, as he admits to himself he lost this time.
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rivers speech about loving the doctor while 12 stands there without her knowing never fails to destroy me. she loves him so much and doesn’t believe he loves her back, imagine hearing “it's like loving the stars themselves. You don't expect a sunset to admire you back.” and knowing it’s about you, how do you not break into tears. his soft smile and the look on rivers face when she finally realizes who it is, the way they slip back into their easy banter, the way they’re both ready to sacrifice themselves for the other so readily? i love them dearly, they make me ill
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Not so much an ask, but a statement:
I find you incredibly inspiring. You just ooze this level of confidence and swagger that I aspire to achieve one day. You’re legitimately one of the coolest people I’ve ever met on the internet. You’re smart, you’re pretty, you have KILLER style, and you’re sweet. You are an inspiration. I’m so glad you go to marches, and parades, and festivals, because seeing people like you makes the people like me who are still figuring themselves out shows us where we can go, and how much we can achieve. You lead a great example for me and others like me, and I just wanted to say…..
Thank you <3
AHH SORRY I TRY NOT TO SHARE ASK LIKE THIS CUZ IT JUST FEELS LIKE EGO BOOSTING BUT THIS IS SO SWEET AND LIKE IT GoES TO SHOW HOW IMPORTANT IT IS FOR PPL TO BE OUT AND PROUD AND 🥺🥺🥺
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