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kayawolfhorse · 3 months

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Feel The Petals Falling | Read on Ao3

This is my @mcyt-valentines piece, made for the lovely @mellioops! Happy Valentine’s Day, I hope you enjoy <3

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Grian wipes sweat from his brow as he places another trapdoor along the supporting beam that holds his platform. The process has been slow-going, and truthfully, Grian feels a little silly about not having a proper starter base yet, when so many other hermits do, but he likes what he has so far.

Maybe. Grian squints at the beams. He’s gone for an asymmetrical look, with trapdoors adorning the spruce on one side and signs cleverly wrapped around the other, and he can’t tell if he likes it or not.

Grian sighs, wringing his hands. He’s been staring at this for too long; he needs a break.

Trudging up the stairs he’d recently carved into the stony side of the mountain, Grian debates on what to do. Fishing is always an option, but he’d already been at the docks for hours earlier, with no real luck. What he’s really been itching to do, Grian realizes at the top of the stairs, is fly.

He usually refrains from using his wings until the others have elytra, just to make it fair, but he’s not using them for any useful reason, and for once, fishing doesn’t sound particularly appealing, and the wind would feel nice against his damp skin.

Toes against the edge of the platform, Grian tips forward, wings snapping open and catching the air rushing past him, climbing for the clear blue sky above.

Flapping his wings is a stretch Grian’s needed for far too long. He’d spent most of his time between seasons holed up in his cottage on a private world, coming up with plans for this one, and then gone a week here without any flying whatsoever. It’s a little against the rules, but Grian’s sure the hermits will understand.

Magic Mountain is beautiful from above. The leaves of the cherry trees are pink bunches of fluff, and the petals on the ground are vibrant splashes of color against the soft green grass. The bell, stolen by Scar on the first day, sits proudly at the center of a campsite they’d set up, and despite the promise of Doc’s wrath, Grian smiles at the memory.

Among the pink, Grian spots a hint of tan out of the corner of his eye, alone in the foliage. Swooping down for a closer look, Grian realizes his initial guess of a brown sheep is wrong—it’s Scar, in the zookeeper outfit and matching hat he’d acquired for the season.

Grian lands as softly as he can a few blocks behind Scar, tiptoeing closer until he’s just behind him. Peeking his head around Scar’s shoulder, Grian exclaims, “Hi Scar!”

Scar jumps about five blocks, whirling around with his hand pressed to his chest. “Grian! You gave me a heart attack.” Grian grins.

“Whatcha up to?” Grian asks, folding his wings against his back and brushing a stray petal from his jumper. Hanging out with Scar to procrastinate a build has, famously, not gone well in the past, but even Doc hasn’t had enough time in the season yet to set up a tunnel bore; Grian’s sure it’s fine.

Scar sweeps his arm wide around them, a grand gesture. “Thinking! Contemplating! I’m a very thoughtful man, you know.” Scar gives Grian a wink.

“Uh, huh,” Grian teases, one brow lifted, to Scar’s indignant fluff. “Contemplating the trees? I’m not sure the pink goes with your train.”

“Oh, I’m sure it would go just fine! I could work the flowers into the engine somehow,” Scar proclaims. “I’d have to trade out my hat for a flower crown to go with it, though, and I don’t think even I would be willing to pay that price.”

Peering at the flowers at his feet, Grian remarks, “I’ve never tried making flower crowns out of these, I’m not sure if the stems would be long enough.”

“You know how to make flower crowns?” Scar asks, surprised.

Grian scoffs. “Well, yeah, where’d you think I got all of them during my hippie era?”

Scar lifts one shoulder in a shrug. “I kind of just assumed Ren made them, he seems like the type.”

“Nah, he collected them and I made ‘em.” Eager for an excuse to take a longer break from base building, Grian asks, “Hey, you wanna make some now? You don’t have to permanently get rid of the hat, but it could be fun.”

“Oh, I’d love to, but I don’t know how,” Scar responds with a chuckle.

“I’ll teach you! Let’s see if these flowers are crown-able.” Grian plonks down at the base of the closest tree, settling against the trunk and carefully picking a few flowers. Scar follows Grian’s lead, sitting on crossed legs and resting his elbows on his knees, watching as Grian tries to twist the stems together, to no avail.

“Ah, it’s no use. The stems are too short.” Grian releases the blossoms from his hand, watching them fall.

“I have some lilacs on me, want those?” Scar summons a few of the purple flowers from his inventory, holding them out to Grian in a bundle. Scar’s emerald green eyes are at ease if not a bit excited, eager to help a friend. His hands are warm as Grian’s fingers brush against them to accept the offer.

“Wow, that’s super helpful actually, yeah!” Lilacs in hand, Grian begins to braid the stalks with practiced motions, explaining what he’s doing to Scar as he goes.

Once Scar’s got the idea down, Grian hands him the chain he’s been braiding, starting a new one for himself. Scar’s movements are careful, unsure, but he grows quicker as he gains confidence. It’s clear Scar’s worked with plants before, his grip the perfect gentleness as he manipulates the stems.

“And now,” Grian says once he’s got a fair bit of length, “here’s where we can start adding the cherry blossoms.” Picking up a few of the tiny flowers, Grian sticks them in the gaps between the lilacs, and shows it to Scar.

“Aww, they’re so cute!” Scar coos, adding a few of his own to his chain. “They’ll go spectacularly with my train,” he jokes, extending the syllables of “spectacularly” for far longer than necessary. Grian snorts.

They fall into a companionable silence as they work, the repeated actions comfortably tedious. After a while, Scar shifts from his cross-legged position to leaning his shoulder against Grian’s.

“There’s a perfectly good tree right there, you know,” Grian grumps, with no intention of shaking Scar off.

“Sure, but you’re much softer. And warmer. Fleshier,” Scar hums.

Grian makes a face. “Fleshier? Really?”

“Well, I’d be concerned if the tree was fleshy!” Scar defends.

“There’s bark,” Grian remarks, “surely that counts?”

Scar shudders. “I don’t even want to think about that, with how much I like stripped wood.”

“Did you really have to point that out?!” Grian lightly whacks Scar’s leg, dissolving into giggles that Scar’s quick to join.

The sky is brilliant shades of pink and purple, orange kissing the horizon over the setting sun, by the time Scar’s finished his flower crown.

“For you!” he declares, placing the ring of blossoms and lilacs on Grian. It’s a bit too small to fully encircle his head, so Scar adjusts it to rest upon Grian’s crown. “Like a halo,” Scar says, and his voice is as warm as Grian imagines a real halo would be.

The move is surprisingly sweet, and Scar’s proud grin is infectious. Grian smiles as he finishes his flower crown, carefully setting it upon Scar’s tousled brown hair, securing it where it lays over Scar’s brow. “You look very pretty,” he compliments.

“Why, thank you! We’re very on brand. We should make a rule that all Magic Mountaineers must have one,” Scar jokes.

“Hah! That’d take so long to make. But this was fun.” Leaning against Scar like Scar did to him earlier, Grian looks out over the view, where the sunset sparkles over the river and shines against Scar’s train.

Scar melts against him, and as the sky gives way to night, soft torchlight illuminating the grove around them, Grian and Scar stay like that, slumped against each other with flowers in their hair. The exhaustion of a busy day weighs down Grian’s eyelids, and he gives in to the tempting lull of sleep, the soft breathing of Scar beside him indicating he’s done the very same.

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#this is intended to be platonic but feel free to interpret it any way you’d like #i wanted to go with team rancher but i didn’t think i knew them well enough to do them justice. so desert duo be upon ye #kaya posts #my writing #hermitcraft #grian #goodtimeswithscar #desert duo

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python333 · 9 months

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task force 141 reacting to [reader] giving them a 'happy father's day' card — python333

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synopsis you give the tf141 boys some happy father's day cards!!

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & younger!reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost.

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], reader is intended to be around 16/17-20/21 but can be interpreted as older as long as they're below 24 (just so that the headcanons make more sense), maybe ooc?

note i'm so sorry but there's no gaz in this one BUT i can explain why!! i was doing my research (going through three different tumblr posts) to figure out the actual age of each character and gaz is apparently 24?? in new updates or whatever?? anyway, even before i found that out, i could only ever imagine writing him as an older brother, simply because he doesn't feel fatherly to me but still has those protecive-familial vibes so if yall want me to write something on him being ur older brother then feel free to request/reply/comment or whatever and i will! :3 this is all comfort no hurt and pure fluff so enjoy!!

JOHN “BRAVO SIX” PRICE

➥ OH GOD.

➥ man i don’t even have daddy issues and i’m crying.

➥ gives you that one dad smile he has—y’all know the one. don’t pretend you don’t—and thanks you for it.

➥ gives you a lil hug too because why not?

➥ tears up just the tiniest bit but it’s pretty unnoticeable but i need you to know that it’s there.

➥ either keeps it propped up on his desk, in one of the drawers of his desk, or puts it in a small frame and puts that on or in his desk.

➥ definitely reads it at least once a week.

➥ he’s so genuinely flattered by it i think that after you leave his office he’d tear up a bit.

➥ you thought he was acting as a father figure to you before?

➥ be prepared for him to take it to a whole nother level.

➥ starts getting you cheesy birthday cards after you start giving him father’s day cards.

➥ is he a father biologically? no. is he one mentally, emotionally, and spiritually? absolutely.

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You were reasonably pretty nervous.

It wasn’t ever really a secret that you and Price had some sort of father-child-like relationship, what with the amount of hair ruffles, head pats, shoulder pats, etc. that you’d received from him and the swatting at his hand with your own that you had given back. But none of that took away the nervousness you had when you gave Price a father’s day card for the first time.

It’s not that you thought that he would be weirded out by it, you just had a small habit of overthinking things, and this happened to be one of those things. The card didn’t say too much inside of it, a simple ‘happy father’s day!’ and a sentence you wrote that mentioned that you were grateful to know him. That’s it. That’s all it was. And yet, your hand shook as you held it, the other hand knocking on the door of Price’s office.

He nodded in greeting and opened it, and stepped out of the way to let you walk in and sit in front of his desk. He sat at his usual seat after shutting the door, and you set the card in your lap, not wanting him to see it just yet.

“Is there any particular reason why you wanted to come into my office?” Price asked, breaking the silence. You took a deep breath and nodded before you quickly handed over the card, slipping it onto his side of the desk. He took a good look at it for a moment, reading the ‘happy father’s day!’ on the front and looking over the cheesy illustration on the cover. You anxiously waited for him to say something as he simply stared at it, before he picked it up and opened it, reading the short few words that were written on the inside.

You watched as his expression melted into a softer one, and he stared at the card for another moment before wordlessly getting up. Before you could say anything, or question anything, he knelt down to the level of the chair you were sitting in and hugged you. You were frozen with surprise before you hugged him back, loosely wrapping your arms over his shoulders, a little confused by the hug but appreciating the embrace nonetheless. He rubbed your back for a quick moment before standing back up straight and patting your shoulder.

”Thank you,” He said, smiling down at you. “I really appreciated that, kiddo.”

Oh, wow. I don’t know why, but I think I might start crying. “Yeah—yeah, of course,” You’d replied, quickly getting up and giving Price a quick hug before swiftly walking to the door, “I’ll just, uh, I’ll be in my room. Or, actually, no, I’m gonna go—I’m gonna go bother Soap in his office, so if you need me I’ll be in there okaybyeCaptainI’llseeyoulater!” You rushed out, not looking back as you closed the door behind you.

Price had blinked at the door for a moment before huffing out a small laugh and sitting back down in his chair, looking at the card you’d given him one last time before sighing and letting himself tear up a bit. Eventually, after just sitting there and staring at the card, he unlocked one of the few locked drawers at the bottom of his desk and put the card there, for safekeeping.

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JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH

➥ he’s so excited when he reads that card.

➥ he’s so flattered?? and is so happy?? and oh my god he might pass out?? from all the positive emotions he feels??

➥ be careful with what you say because you might break him beyond repair.

➥ it’s like you’ve given a puppy it’s first treat, honestly.

➥ won’t cry but is very close to!!

➥ will definitely show off the card to everyone.

➥ when i say everyone i mean EVERYONE.

➥ he will talk everyone’s ear off about it, no matter who they are or what they’re doing, hell, the man could be pissing with his dick out at the urinals and everything and he’ll still be ranting to the poor soul in the bathroom about what a sweetheart you are and how you gave him a father’s day card.

➥ he starts calling you ‘lamb’ and ‘duckie’ after the whole ordeal.

➥ no i didn’t ask chatgpt for terms of endearment scottish parents use for their children haha!!

➥ he buys a corkboard just to pin the card to in his office.

➥ like it’s literally just in the middle, nothing else on the corkboard, just that singular father’s day card.

➥ the whole thing is just reserved for father’s day cards tbh. he hopes to fill it up with as many cards as you’ll give him, and if you only give him the one, then damn it, the corkboard’s only gonna have one thing on it and whoever questions it can mind their damn business.

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You didn’t really know what to expect with Soap when you gave him the card.

You felt pretty confident giving it to him, knowing the guy could probably receive a rock with googly eyes on it from you and still cry tears of joy knowing you gave it to him of all people, so giving this card to him was no big deal, right?

You found him in the recreational center, lounging on the couch, reading a book—shocking, I know—and quietly reading the words out loud to himself. The moment you had entered the center, though, he looked up from his book and nodded in greeting at you with a smile on his face and watched as you walked over to him.

Before he could say anything, you quickly put the card in his lap and watched as he looked up at you, a surprised and amused expression on his face.

“What’s this?” He asked, not looking down at the card just yet.

“Read it,” You’d insisted, gesturing towards the card in his lap. He blinked at you for a moment before muttering, “Alright, then,” under his breath and looking down at the card. He picked it up and read the three short words on the front and looked over the illustration on the cover, and the moment the words registered in his brain, his face broke out into a grin and he looked up at you.

“Aww, this is sae sweet,” Soap gushed, “Thank ye!”

He got up before you could talk and hugged you tightly, lifting you off the ground a bit, cooing, “Ye're jist the sweetest, ma God, when did ye get the card?”

“I got it a while ago,” You had admitted, “Decided to give it to you now.”

Soap set you down and put both of his hands on your shoulders, gently rubbing circles into them with his thumb, looking down at you with an elated grin, "I'm gonnae hang this up in ma office—I'll get a corkboard an' everything, jist for this."

You looked up at him with a confused, but amused look on your face, asking, “And you’re just gonna hang that card on there?”

He nodded in confirmation and responded, “Aye, it'll be deid center, naething else on there."

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SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

➥ oh my goodness.

➥ the moment you hand him the card, it’s like he already knows what it is without reading it.

➥ probably thinks it’s a joke at first.

➥ when he realizes that you’re serious he straight up tears up.

➥ like in front of you and everything he’ll tear up.

➥ “... Are you crying?” ghost, tearing up and literally about to start sobbing, "No.”

➥ he treasures that thing and would literally cease to exist if he ever lost it or if it got destroyed.

➥ won’t flaunt it at all, instead he keeps it in the pocket of a jacket he never wears anymore.

➥ if you ever give him more cards, he’ll consider getting a box to keep them in.

➥ he’s always called you ‘kid’ but after this he starts calling you ‘kiddo’.

➥ THERE’S A DIFFERENCE. I CANNOT TELL YOU WHAT IT IS BUT THERE IS A DIFFERENCE.

➥ listen kiddo is more affectionate and its softer and its not as playful as kid its more personal and and and [explodes]

➥ the others notice the small change in behavior he has towards you (being more lighthearted with his teasing, generally being less cold with you, etc.) and will tease him endlessly about it.

➥ by others i mean soap and gaz. those two team up and tease him to death.

➥ he could care less though!! he tells himself that they’re idiots anyway and that his behavior hasn’t changed that much.

➥ he’s in denial and i think that him and me are the same fr.

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You had practically searched every corner, crevice, nook, and cranny of the base searching for Ghost. When you finally found him, he was in the armory and weapons room cleaning the barrel of his rifle, hyperfocused on wiping away the gunk on the gun. You stopped by the door, hesitating in giving him the card. It really shouldn’t be that hard, You thought, What’s the worst that could happen?

You were aware that there were many things that could happen, most of which were bad, but you ignored them for the sake of building up your confidence to give him the card. You stood there for a while, just sort of staring at him, before he—not even looking up from his gun—called out to you with a simple yet firm, “Do you need something?”

You probably could’ve died right there, his firm voice almost completely shattering your confidence for reasons you couldn’t specify, but you instead cleared your throat and walked out of the doorway and completely into the room. You walked over to him and before he could ask any further questions you held the card out to him, your hand having a small tremble to it, an uncomfortably visible display of your nervousness.

He stared at the card for a moment before setting down the cloth he was using to clean his gun and grabbing it, reading the front for a moment before huffing out a small laugh and looking up at you to tease you for it. He was going to tell you what a ‘funny’ joke it was, to tell you to just go do whatever work you’re probably skipping out on when he sees the look on your face that tells him that you’re pretty serious about the card.

He looked back down at the card and read it again, the words ‘happy father’s day’ echoing through his mind as he opened it. He read the few short words on the inside of the card and the shitty drawing of a ghost right next to one that was scribbled out—because of course you had to use pen and weren’t satisfied with the first ghost you drew even though Ghost could make out through the scribbles that they practically looked the same.

You were pretty nervous the longer the silence stretched out, and you were about to take back the card and go jump off a cliff to avoid ever looking at Ghost again when suddenly you hear a sniffle.

“Are you… are you crying?” You’d asked, more confused than nervous now, watching as Ghost shook his head negatively and continued to stare at the inside of the card.

“No,” He answered, sniffling again.

“... You sure?” You’d asked again, far less nervous now, your tone becoming more teasing.

“Positive.” Ghost said firmly, though his voice had wavered a bit. He looked up at you and reached his hand up to give you a pat on the shoulder, muttering, “Thank you for that, kiddo.”

"Yeah, no problem," You had said back, smiling down at Ghost before taking a step back, "I'll leave you to keep cleaning your gun, or whatever."

Ghost had simply nodded and looked back at the table where your card and his gun laid, and you didn't stay long enough to watch him tear up all over again at the sight of the letter.

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whump-it · 4 years

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This Made Me Cry Happy Tears

Below is a reply that @my-whumpy-little-heart sent in response to an au chapter that I wrote for a collab with @whump-tr0pes. They’ve given me persmission to repost it on here and I just really wanted to as a huge thank you for sharing these thoughts with me.

I didn’t even know what to do with the energy that I had after reading it so I ended up doing a 2km run!

my-whumpy-little-heart wrote: -

So this piece has had me in my Callum and Rory feels All. Day. Long. I kept the tab of this open after I read it for whenever I’d get around to reblogging it, and I kept having to stop myself from coming back to read it over and over again lest it lose its luster.

But yeah I just love them. So so so much. Their domestic relationship together slays me every time I think about it, and seeing them care for each other through stressful situations like these is just. It’s fantastic to see them respecting and valuing each other so much. Have I gone off about these two’s relationship on my blog yet?? Listen sorry if this is something I’ve already done but I checked my account and there doesn’t seem to be any evidence of me having shouted about Callum and Rory and it’s the No Filter time of night sooooo

You’ve written a whole darn essay about this already, and I sent an ask not so long ago literally just centered around them, but I. I can’t get enough of Callum and Rory. Through recovery their relationship with each other grows and blossoms beautifully into that dynamic we have the pleasure of reading in this future setting. And. What a dynamic that is.

This probably jumps into what you said in that essay, not sure it’s been a while since I went back and found that, but the strength of their love portrayed without being classified as inherently romantic is just. It means so so much to me. Like, yes, I have characters I love in really strong friendships, the ones I classify as my BROTPs so to speak. But Rory and Callum transcend that in a way I haven’t seen represented in media before. You can’t really call their relationship platonic, but you can’t classify it as romantic either. It blurs those lines put in place by society and I can’t express how much I adore that.

I’ve felt those blurred lines in my own life and the attraction I experience. Because when I get a squish on someone (“squish” being a platonic crush, for those who don’t know. term mostly used amongst aromantic folk such as myself) it’s not always just an urge to be friends. Sometimes it’s a burning need to be something other than friends, but not in the romantic sense. I genuinely hadn’t been able to put my finger on what that meant to me until I read about Callum and Rory. I look at them, and I can see myself and my desires reflected in their actions. And that’s genuinely not something I’m able to say very often, and never to this degree.

Is this at all what you intended in writing them? I genuinely have no idea, and my bad if I’m totally taking them the wrong way by associating this, but I’ve let my interpretation run a little and turn into this feeling. So yeah. The long and short of it is I would die for them and the relationship you’ve cultivated between them. Thank you for providing this and absolutely obliterating the angst brain with happy, fluffy thoughts.

So there’s me being sappy on main yet again, it’s far too late to even try to reread this so fingers crossed that it makes proper sense.

whump-it replied: -

Sorry this took me so long to get to answering. I wanted to have the time to really give it the attention that it needed.

First off, please let me say how much it makes my absolute day, week, month, to know that this piece stuck with you so much that you had it open in another tab. Knowing that you re-read it means so much; that my characters meant that much to you is such a warm feeling for me.

Callum and Rory have a very valuable relationship. Initially it’s easy to see only Rory as the caretaker, particularly in the earlier pieces and when he’s not long got Callum back. But they need care from each other and this becomes evident more and more. Rory was not himself without Callum. He’d met the most important person in the entire world and let him go and it changed him. He was missing something so integral that he couldn’t have nailed it down if you’d asked him. It was just a gaping emptiness. Callum, when he was with Master Hayden, never could bring himself to think of Rory. It was too much like life and it hurt to think of what could have been. And what he thought he’d never get.

They both follow rules. Rules mean a lot to them. To Callum, they saved his life every day for three years. For Rory, he thought that by following them, he was doing his job to the best of his ability. It’s hard for them to get to grips with a more free form way of life and that’s part of why they are actually caretakers for each other. Also they’re both desperate to be the one to be to blame. It takes years before they can wish for good things for themselves before wishing it for the other. They support each other rather just Rory being the sole caretaker. And that’s why their dynamic works the way that it does.

The love that they have for each other is so deep that you can’t see the bottom. It’s foundations are strong. Because when I say they’re soulmates they really really are. They’re integral to one another but not dependent upon each other. The presence of the one another in each other’s lives is what makes them so free as individuals. It’s how they can dispense with the rules that bound them up in knots when they were apart. It’s how they can love and live and laugh without fear.

This part meant such a lot to me ”But Rory and Callum transcend that in a way I haven’t seen represented in media before. You can’t really call their relationship platonic, but you can’t classify it as romantic either. It blurs those lines put in place by society and I can’t express how much I adore that.“ Neither platonic nor romantic fits for them. They simply are Rory and Callum. Callum and Rory. It’s there for all to see and it would never have occurred to them to consider what their position is within society. They just are.

This too…"I’ve felt those blurred lines in my own life and the attraction I experience. Because when I get a squish on someone (“squish” being a platonic crush, for those who don’t know. term mostly used amongst aromantic folk such as myself) it’s not always just an urge to be friends. Sometimes it’s a burning need to be something other than friends, but not in the romantic sense. I genuinely hadn’t been able to put my finger on what that meant to me until I read about Callum and Rory. I look at them, and I can see myself and my desires reflected in their actions. And that’s genuinely not something I’m able to say very often, and never to this degree.” Yup! I’ve quoted the entire piece. Because it made me so happy. It’s exactly what I was aiming for and to know that you think I hit the nail on the head makes me genuinely happy enough to cry. I’ve not known what to do with the energy that this has given me today. I’ve been pacing around the house thinking about this all day. It’s amazing.

They could never have just been friends, but that burning that you talk about? That need for something that transcends friendship but isn’t romantic is their relationship all over. They have such genuine love and affection for each other. They use touch because, quite simply, it feels right in the moment that it happens in, and it continues to do so.

I am beyond happy to fill the angst brain with happy and fluffy thoughts. It gives me such joy to have been able to do that for you. Your reblog has done the same for me.

And lastly, I adore me a good tag essay. I always read the tags! I adore this evolved version and please know that my dm’s are always open if you ever want to ask anything.

I don’t even have the right words to express how I felt when I read two specific things in your tags. Firstly that you called my OC’s icons. I am just overwhelmed by the love that I’m feeling and by the love that my Callum and Rory are getting. And secondly, I will always be amazed to know that there’s people out there talking about my characters. I’m here in my part of the world, maybe I’m in bed asleep, maybe I’m watching tv. But people are talking about my characters! It makes me feel warm and fuzzy and so so happy.

You have made this writer very happy. I have a request. Can I please put this on my main? Because your reblog meant so much to me.

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