It’s here!!!!! It’s so beautiful, @a-gay-old-time!!!! I had to place it in a stack with my very favorite books by authors I admire so so much, just to see it there. My God.
Emma, you have given me such a gift. I can’t tell you what this means to me. Thank you is not enough. I get to read my own words in print.
Forgive me because I can’t hold a phone still to take a photo to save my own life but—the different fonts for their names at section breaks!
And the different HANDWRITING for their Owls to one another:
A gift fic for @ikehoe as part of @ikemenlibrary’s Ikevamp Gift Exchange - thank you Bryn, for putting this together for us!
Rating:G Theodorus van Gogh x Female Reader Additional tags/warnings: mutual pining, light angst, fluff, 1600+ word count
AN: I hope you enjoy, Chonk! :)
“And for the Van Gogh brothers,” you start cheerfully, proud of the way you’ve balanced the two hot plates on your arms, “tall stacks, heavy on the syrup for Theo.” You set one plate of pancakes in front of each brother.
Theo opens his mouth to say something to you. Before he can, you grab a silver dish from the rolling tray behind him and set it next to his plate. “Extra syrup,” you say, a little smugly.
He closes his mouth.
“Oh, you’ve gotten really good at this,” Vincent remarks, his cornflower blue eyes lit up with delight. “It’s almost like you can read his mind.”
His words hit you somewhere near your ribs, triggering that all-to-familiar ache in your chest. It always starts the same way, and if someone were to ask you to describe the feeling, you would tell them it feels a little like heartburn: a flicker that begins beneath your skin and works its way into a full-blown inferno in no time at all. If only it were true that I could read his mind, you think to yourself ruefully. If that were true— You cut the thought off before it can go any further. “Well,” you start, flashing them a smile that never falters even though you can feel the corners of your mouth trembling with the effort to hold it. “It isn’t hard to do. Theo’s breakfast preferences are very predictable.”
You will never get used to the way you feel when Theo looks at you… and you will never stop wishing that one day you will see love or affection in that gaze. You’ve dreamt about it, longed for it, hoped against all odds that he might one day look at you with feelings that mirror the ones in your heart.
