That was one of the best fics that I've ever read from this fandom. Seriously. And you-- you caught their dynamic in such a different light-- it-- it-- the flames-- flames on the side of my face-- feelings-- breathless-- heaving-- breaths-- heaving-- I--
So far I only thought of Wu Fan and Yixing in a platonic light with just the occasional romantic overtone but YOU, SIR. I can't. I'm actually nauseated (don't worry, it happens when I read something unbelievably amazing).
I literally don't know what to do with myself right now, it's 3 AM and I'm fucking bawling. Literally. I'm-- I have tears streaming down my face because how did you capture them in their element and put them into little words on a white background-- I-- Wu Fan-- Yixing-- wow, you win. I'm incoherent. I have no words.
I think I might return tomorrow (later today, whatever) to leave a comment that is more than me spluttering random words and shrieking in your face. I might. There is an equal chance that I will return and shriek some more in your face. I mean-- this-- the story-- slow clapping-- thunderous applause-- tears on my face--
But just. I don't know how I hadn't come across this already, but-- it-- words-- I-- you-- can't breathe--
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That was one of the best fics that I've ever read from this fandom. Seriously. And you-- you caught their dynamic in such a different light-- it-- it-- the flames-- flames on the side of my face-- feelings-- breathless-- heaving-- breaths-- heaving-- I--
So far I only thought of Wu Fan and Yixing in a platonic light with just the occasional romantic overtone but YOU, SIR. I can't. I'm actually nauseated (don't worry, it happens when I read something unbelievably amazing).
I literally don't know what to do with myself right now, it's 3 AM and I'm fucking bawling. Literally. I'm-- I have tears streaming down my face because how did you capture them in their element and put them into little words on a white background-- I-- Wu Fan-- Yixing-- wow, you win. I'm incoherent. I have no words.
I think I might return tomorrow (later today, whatever) to leave a comment that is more than me spluttering random words and shrieking in your face. I might. There is an equal chance that I will return and shriek some more in your face. I mean-- this-- the story-- slow clapping-- thunderous applause-- tears on my face--
But just. I don't know how I hadn't come across this already, but-- it-- words-- I-- you-- can't breathe--
I give up.