Their story; xiubaek

[aprilclash]

Title: Their story
Rating: pg
Pairing: Baekhyun/Minseok
Wordcount: 1400 words
Warning: male pregnancy, mention of abo dynamics, kinda unbetaed
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and any mentioned real people do not belong to me
Summary: Baekhyun is a pediatrician, Minseok was a single father, Sehun will be the reason they meet for the first time

Comments

[mataariki]

Something in the way you place your words, or just the way you orchestrate the flow of the narration, is magical to me. It comes so damn natural. That's the thing that never makes the story feel off, because every single word flows like it was meant to in the first place, and it's never forced, never blindly studied. And it's not even about the ship. You could probably write a fic about a rock humping a stick, and that was it, I would still probably love it because I know the way you'd narrate it would be fantastic, just as ironic or tragic as it should be.
I don't even know where I'm going with this rant, I think I just word-vomited a little on the keyboard. Like a burp. Maybe it's because I never told you all those things clearly before... or did I. Thinking back at all the beautiful fics you wrote in these years, my mind is kinda blurred. I don't have an awesome photographic memory like yours, but I'm pretty sure I've never spent this much time trying to fucking word something coherent out of my brain and let you know what I feel for your undisputed talent. So.... progress (?) I think (???). Dunno. I just felt like you needed to know, since I've been starving for your writing and I've only now read this fic, after months of adslmkjfhssgottastudybutdon'twannareallyandksjdhdgydafwork. Anyway, I think I'll have a stroke if I keep on writing anything else, down here. It's too much. I'm not used to it.
So. Back to the fic. Tell Silvia that I cried too, even if with months of delay, and that even tho I didn't plot shit about it I feel like I understand why she cried.
You fucking ruined my emotions in the worst way, Cla. Words can't express the feels I felt while reading this. They fucking can't. I'm speechless. It was so short, but so perfect in its completeness. I cried like a fucking idiot. I've already cried before over the stuff you wrote, but probably for different reasons. Because I'm a fangirl. Your fangirl. This time it was... everything. It was so short, it could have probably been a bullet shot right in my chest. It was a bullet of fucking emotions, so small but so lethal. It's like I've read an entire 10000k fic in one of barely 2k, because every sentence hid a whole silent narration behind every period. That's what I love of the way you write. You can use so little, and yet you express so much through it. Sometimes I wonder if it's poetry. It probably is. It's gotta be.
This relationship you narrated killed me. It fucking did.
Ssssso *awkward staring at the screen*................. after all of this, what more could I possibly say, other than repeating one more time that I fucking love your writing to bits? ...... without sounding like a fucking creep, maybe??? *sighs* nah, I'm a creep anyway. I stalk too much.
I think I'll go now, I've embarrassed myself enough. For, like... the next 50 years. But you'll probably find me underneath one of your future fics way sooner that you might think, because I feel like it's the only way I can express my gratitude towards you and all of the talent you apply in these stories, now. Not that I have any other way to do it. Years and years of silent reading without ever commenting, uh. What a bad person I am, right? Especially considered that like 0.02% fanwriters in the world make me feel these kind of feelings when I read something. I'll burn in hell for never expressing properly my devotion, but at least I'll try to word it in this incoherent rambling before my time is over.
Thanks, Cla. Thanks for writing.
❤
Cia'