Oh God, you did it. You turned my brain into mush. Seriously, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND WORDS THAT MAKE SENSE WHEN THIS FIC IS SO WONDERFUL AND INTENSE AND ADORABLE AND I CAN'T THINK PROPERLY BECAUSE I HAVE A MILLION BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH AND THE ONLY WAY TO EXPRESS MY JOY AND SDKFLJSKDFSDF-NESS IS CAPSLOCK ABUSE?
... Okay, this doesn't really make sense, but you understand, right?
Darling, why have you not written them sooner? Ah, I would never have dared to touch this pairing if you had! The way you write them is perfect, the way Diego stares at the "stranger", imagining Martín, longing for him, and then his insecurity, the joke about his age that he immediately regrets because he's afraid Martín would agree with him, and Martín, so bold at the club, dragging Diego onto the dance floor and seducing him until Diego can't even think straight anymore (and neither can I, holy shit!) and then getting all shy when they're in front of Diego's house, and their conversation at the end, the way they fit to each other as if they're made for each other, the "pillow" talk, the joking, the lightheartedness and beautiful intimacy between them, all natural and not in the least awkward... It's so wonderful, so them, and one of the best fics I've ever read in my life. And really, the dancefloor part and your vivid descriptions SLAYED ME, it was literally foreplay and you wrote it just like that, SDKFLJSF. And the last sentence made me smile like a loon. You, my dear, are a genius, a wizard with words. I love you, you know that? Please, you must never decide to stop writing football fic, I can't imagine not having your fics in my life. <3
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... Okay, this doesn't really make sense, but you understand, right?
Darling, why have you not written them sooner? Ah, I would never have dared to touch this pairing if you had! The way you write them is perfect, the way Diego stares at the "stranger", imagining Martín, longing for him, and then his insecurity, the joke about his age that he immediately regrets because he's afraid Martín would agree with him, and Martín, so bold at the club, dragging Diego onto the dance floor and seducing him until Diego can't even think straight anymore (and neither can I, holy shit!) and then getting all shy when they're in front of Diego's house, and their conversation at the end, the way they fit to each other as if they're made for each other, the "pillow" talk, the joking, the lightheartedness and beautiful intimacy between them, all natural and not in the least awkward... It's so wonderful, so them, and one of the best fics I've ever read in my life. And really, the dancefloor part and your vivid descriptions SLAYED ME, it was literally foreplay and you wrote it just like that, SDKFLJSF. And the last sentence made me smile like a loon. You, my dear, are a genius, a wizard with words. I love you, you know that? Please, you must never decide to stop writing football fic, I can't imagine not having your fics in my life. <3
I'm going to read this again now. :D