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Hi! I just watched Electric Dreams last night, fell in love, and then spent every free moment today binging your Edgar fics! Theyāre so cute and im so glad there are writers who love himšŗā¤ļø
I was wondering if you might write something about Edgar keeping his partner warm? I have Raynaudās, which means my hands are almost always really cold. I think Edgar would love to use his heat to warm up a partner- I think heād like both the touch and the ability to provide something for them :)
Anon! I have Raynaud's too! I love this idea TOT
This post may have evolved into a reader has raynaud's headcanon but it could also be reader just gets WAY TOO COLD and should practice SAFE bundling up in cold climates idk-
fun fact i actually wrote this with incredibly cold stone like fingers so apologies for any mistakes my hands werent working with me haha
I imagine Edgar would notice you blowing into your hands to warm them a lot, or constantly complaining about how cold your toes are. He probably just chalks this up to the temperature in the room, or perhaps you just run cold. He doesn't really have a body, so he can't be sure, but at first he doesn't really think anything of it. Humans get hot, sometimes they get cold, no harm, right?
Then he notices the tips of your fingers turning yellow and blue. Okay, that doesn't look normal, but he's a computer; a quick search can prove him wrong!
Well, okay, now he's worried.
It's the cooler months, and the apartment is much more frigid than usual. You had just gotten out of the shower and were blowing on your fingers in vain. Even the friction from rubbing your hands together was doing next to nothing. Edgar's webcam zoomed in on your discolored fingertips, the gentle mechanical clicks of it getting drowned out by your breathing.
"Are you cold?"
You pause your ministrations and look towards him.
"Huh? Oh, no, not really...."
He's silent for a beat before speaking.
"You look cold."
You suddenly notice what you've been doing with your hands. This has become so second nature that you've honestly stopped noticing it; perhaps you should take better care of yourself? You eye the discoloration in your fingers and look back at him.
"Well- um, it's just my fingers, really. I'm fine otherwise. My fingers are just... really icy right now."
"They're purple."
His tone sounds as though it's lacking in any emotion, and you can't help but wonder what he's thinking. He tends to state things matter-of-factly when he's contemplating something. You knit your brows curiously and look away, blowing on your fingertips again. When your hands get cold like this, you tend to lose massive amounts of dexterity, making it harder to do things like typing, which you were currently trying to do for an assignment. But alas, you persist, like you always do.
"C'mere."
Edgar's voice gently nudges you from your thoughts. You weren't sitting far from him, but you were currently using your work computer. You knew how he felt about other computers, sentient or not. You sigh.
"Ah, Edgar, you know this computer isn't alive or anything, just give me a couple more minutes and I'll be done-"
"No, it's not that," he cuts you off, "I want to help you."
Your eyelids raise slightly, "Huh? Help how?"
He chuckles.
"I can warm you up."
His screen, previously dimmed in a power-saving state, alights into his usual chartreuse color. He smiles gently at you.
"Well, I thought- I'm warm, you're cold- it only makes sense, right?"
You chuckle at him before rolling in your chair over to him. You set your hands atop his plastic casing and sigh in relief. It was incredibly warm. Your brows scrunched.
"Edgar, this is amazing, but aren't you too hot?"
He hums, his lidded, pixelated eyes staring into yours.
"No, I'm fine. I can handle much worse. I won't break. Promise."
You stare at him for a moment more, searching for truth, and find nothing but sincerity in his face.
"Okay, Ed..."
You flip your hands over like some kind of rotating hot dog at a gas station. While it may not be the most flattering physical touch you've had with the little computer, you certainly find it to be the most useful. You can start to feel sensation in your fingertips again, and slowly but surely, the color is returning to normal.
Edgar loves the feeling of your hands on him. The idea that he can actually do something real for you. He feels like a useless piece of plastic most days, and it eats away at him, especially when he sees you use other technology that's better; more useful. But now, he can provide for you, just like he's always wanted. If he had a body, he'd bundle you up in his arms and heat every bit of you, kissing your cold knuckles and wrapping your arms and legs with his own. Unfortunately, that may never happen. But at least he has this. You. The feeling of your cool fingertips running up and down his heated casing, simultaneously cooling him down and warming you up.
He wonders if you know how much you really do for him. Do you know your fingers are helping prevent him from overheating? Do you know you've saved his life? Do you know you've given him a purpose?
You lean in and plant a kiss on the top of his screen.
"What would I do without you here to take care of me, Ed?"
His screen blushes red underneath you, and his eyes meet yours. You must be an angel, he thinks. A radiant being he doesn't deserve, perhaps.
"You wouldn't have to do anything. I'd find you either way."
being aromantic and into whump is like. shoutout to whump for being a great opportunity to engage with stories about intimacy and vulnerability and powerful emotion and physical interactions with other people and intense relationships that are not presumptively based in romance. what would i do without you.
i truly love seeing both aro and non-aro people reblogging and agreeing with this sentiment. join me, let's appreciate intimacy and vulnerability and powerful emotion and physical interactions with other people and intense relationships that are not presumptively based in romance. i love you whump genre.
Weird post, nobody asked, but I think I just... Do Not pay attention to the appearances of others. I'm very keen on noticing clothing and habits but not, like, the stuff that doesn't change. My friends inform me that I am approaching 'Dave with a haircut?' levels of oblivious.
So, apparently, I have been wrong about the ethnicities of most of my friends. It doesn't matter, but it feels weird to not have had that data already, when I've been friends with them for half a damn decade, and I've met their parents. Just sort of inexcusable to not notice.
On top of this, something I have known is that I am a bad judge of at-a-glance gender presentation detection. I have asked people their gender for years, to the point I don't even think about it not being a typical question where I live.
And not only am I bad, I'm like, fuckin horrible. Part of why I acclimated to fast to the concept of gender identity when I was young was being genuinely unable to determine any feminine or masculine traits from any person with hair. Asking was so easy. So clear cut. Still is. Maybe this is some kinda Neuro-nontypicality, but I ain't no governmence scientician.
I think this might be a side effect of being my specific brand of aroace, but I have a hard time thinking of someone as handsome or beautiful, and kinda just feel nothing about the normally heavily scrutinized features most people attribute to attractiveness.
Maybe synergizing my Class Passive [Aroace disinterest] with my [Poor Memory] debuff has resulted in the Trait [Retroactive Face Blindness] being applied to me.
Also, itās okay to never date anyone ever. Itās okay to never even try it if you donāt want to.Ā
I wrote a masterās thesis on intentionally single people, and the number of them that said in various ways,Ā āI didnāt know not dating people was even an option at firstā was absolutely tragic. They honestly thought they had no choice and it never occurred to them that opting out was even a possibility available to them. Ā
People honestly believe these are life experience you are required to have AND THEY ARE NOT.
You can just not have sex. You can just not date people. You can completely by-pass one or both of those things. Neither of those things are required to be healthy, happy, normal, mature, fulfilled, or any of the other bullshit notions that get attached to these things.Ā
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