sevenswells: (Shhhh Kurt)
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Title: Emit Remmus

Author:
[livejournal.com profile] sevenswells

Beta: many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] drgaellon  for correcting all my mistakes!

Rating:
NC-17 ,,,-___-,,,

Fandom/Pairing:
Glee RPS, Mark Salling/Chris Colfer

Warnings:
PWP and webcam sex. And an interesting experiment: pr0n written with my eyes looking away from the screen all the time.

Comments:
Oh God, I'm going to a special level of hell, aren't I? I don't even know how this happened. Anyway, [livejournal.com profile] berylia , you teased me about my food!kink, so here's clothes!kink for ya; pleasure's all mine. :D
The title comes from the song Emit Remmus by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, from the album Californication, the lyrics were particularly inspiring. I always associate the whole album with summer, and it felt good listening to it again, a bit like listening to Christmas carols at Christmas ^^

Word count: 2 693 w.


 

"Hey, baby," Mark said, when Chris' cheerful face appeared on his computer screen. "I miss you."

 

"I miss you, too," Chris said, half a second out of sync with the movement of his lips. "What time is it there?"

 

Because of the screen's unbalanced contrast, Chris' lips appeared very red on his pale face, and his blue eyes could have almost been indistinct, if they hadn't been outlined by the thin dark rays of his eyelashes.

 

"Huh," Mark said. "Around 4 p.m., I think? I just came back from fishing."

 

"How did it go?"

 

The first time they'd Skyped like this after Chris had taken off to Europe for the summer break had been, Mark had to admit, a little bit awkward. He and Chris met on Glee; soon, they were nearly always found together, and before anyone realized it, they were going out, ninja-ing their way past the paparazzi and the prying cameras (bless Chris' intensive training in Shaolin temples). It happened just like that, smoothly; they hadn't had to think too much about it.

 

These past few months had been suffocating and crazy, with the filming and then the tour and the interviews, and they'd had no choice but to just go with the flow, still not having to think about anything other than ravishing each other's body whenever they could, and trying to keep it a secret.

 

So when the summer break arrived, they just weren't prepared to be separated. It came, stupidly enough, as a bit of a surprise to them, like the only remaining dancers in a night club who are too busy enjoying themselves to notice the janitors are about to close the place.

 

There was a silver lining to their being an entire ocean apart, though: Mark could now say he mastered the difficult art of Skype conferences. Not that it was much of a consolation, but he prided himself on being quite the optimist, so there you go. He was being mature by finding the best in the situation, instead of whining like a needy teenaged girl about how much he physically missed Chris, going on and on about how much he wanted to feel him near and smell him -- because Chris' smell was unique and intoxicating; Mark couldn't get enough of it, especially when he nuzzled him at the base of his neck, or behind his earlobe -- that little dip Mark couldn't resist prodding with his tongue whenever he got the chance. He wanted to suck on his boyfriend's full lips endlessly and fuck him silly, until both of them dropped, exhausted, with their bones liquefied.

 

This was ridiculous. He was almost thirty; he couldn't be infatuated with a younger man to the point of thinking about him every single fucking day -- what was next, keeping a diary?

 

"Terrific," he replied. "Caught a beautiful bass; we're having it for dinner. How was your day?"

 

"Amber and I went shopping," Chris said excitedly, his youth particularly obvious, as it was every time he got passionate about something. "You wouldn't believe the stuff I got..."

 

"I heard you and Amber went clubbing, too, last night," Mark suddenly said, interrupting him, their words overlapping. "How was it?"

 

Mark tried to sound casual, maybe a little too desperately. Chris made a face.

 

"Mark. Are you jealous?"

 

"Not at all. I just want to know how you're enjoying your stay in London. That's all."

 

"Want to know whether I've met someone else, younger, funnier, with a better body while I was at the club dancing, you mean? I told you, there is no such a person in the world." Chris paused, then added with a wicked grin, "Well, except for the 'younger' part, but..."

 

Mark winced at that, and Chris noticed. He laughed, a little sheepishly, knowing very well the age thing sometimes was an issue. "Oh, come on, you know I was kidding.  You always seem to think every single person on this planet is lusting after me, but I can assure you, they're not. And you're the only one I'll ever want." Chris paused, his eyelids drooped a bit, causing his eyelashes to elongate in delicate, pencil-thin strokes. His lips parted, slightly hesitant to form words, and his pink tongue darted out to wet them quickly. Mark recognized the signs. Chris was turned on, very possibly crawling out of his skin because it was late in London and he was maybe a little tired from all the partying and shopping and flirting with strangers. Okay, that last part was uncalled for. "Let me prove it to you. Take off your shirt."

 

"Chris, no."

 

Mark saw his boyfriend frown on screen, and recognized the oncoming Pout of Doom.

 

"Baby," Mark said placatingly, "I know, I miss you too, and it's making me crazy, but right now I can't. I told you, it's the middle of the afternoon here..."

 

"M-mh... your point?"

 

Uh-oh. Now Chris was on the verge of sulking for good. His youth showed at times like these, too.

 

"My point is," Mark said, lowering his voice to a murmur, "that I can't jack off in front of a webcam with you watching when there are still people around who might walk in on me. I just..."

 

"Oh, so that's what you had in mind," Chris replied, the amusement back in his voice, thank God. "I simply wanted to see you half naked, but what you say is interesting. Tell me more."

 

"Stop that, will you?"

 

"Buzzkill. Okay, then."

 

Mark almost stopped breathing when Chris started unbuttoning his own shirt in front of the webcam.

 

"Chris..." Mark warned.

 

Chris lifted his head, hair in disarray and cheeks flushed, eyes looking very wide and innocent, all eyelashes deployed.

 

"What?" Chris giggled. "Don't get excited."

 

He slipped off his shirt, carelessly letting it drop behind him. He stood up so all Mark could see on screen was the top of Chris' black trousers underlining his white stomach. He heard Chris' voice go on, unperturbed, as Chris moved away from the webcam, leaving only a shot of the ridiculously wide bed of his hotel suite. "I just want to show you the clothes I bought today. Lucky you, you get to see it in 3D: it's the latest trend, since Avatar."

 

Chris came back in front of the webcam, humming the first very recognizable notes of Roy Orbison’s Pretty Woman. Mark couldn't suppress a bark of laughter when he saw what his boyfriend was wearing.

 

"Like it?" Chris asked with a mischievious grin. "I bought it as an homage to your fabulous taste in t-shirts."

 

It was black, and the front depicted a giant airbrushed wolf's head with airbrushed sparkles and stars all around it. It looked utterly and wonderfully kitsch.

 

"Love it. You look good in it, babe," Mark answered with a smile. "You know you can't wear it in public, though..."

 

"I know, I know, dummy!" Chris huffed, rolling his eyes. "Now let's see, next..."

 

He was apparently struggling a bit trying to remove the t-shirt, and just his belly button occupied Mark's screen for several seconds, in close-up, from every angle, as Chris was wriggling out of the top. During those few seconds, Mark was reminded of the special attention he gladly lavished on that perfect jewel of a navel before he moved further down Chris' body to take him in his mouth. Trying to forget those thoughts, which were making his mouth water, he shifted a bit in his seat, waiting for the next t-shirt and trying to focus.

 

"Tetris?" he said in disbelief, as he saw a bright blue t-shirt with colorful and familiar shapes filling his screen.

 

"Yes, an homage again. I heard this is the video game old people like you used to play when they were young, like, in the 1900s. Or -- was it Pong? Anyway."

 

"Careful. You're trying your luck here, young man," Mark said, finally deciding he was more amused than irritated.

 

"Blah, blah, blah. What're you going to do about it, huh? Come and get me," said Chris, discarding his t-shirt.

 

Mark drew a sharp breath when Chris got up again and started removing his trousers, ending up in just his khaki boxers. Before Mark could say anything about keeping it to a minimum of decency or something equally ridiculous, which would earn him a bunch of acid comments, no doubt, Chris bent over to pick up something from the floor, the fabric of his boxers tightening over his firm round butt cheeks displayed in full view. Mark couldn't believe it. Chris was doing it on purpose. And even though Mark knew very well he was being manipulated within an inch of his life, he couldn't help getting hard, in front of his fucking computer screen, like a fucking teenager, at fucking 4 in the afternoon, at his fucking parents' house. But boy, did this bring back memories.

 

Chris thrust one leg then the other into a pair of skinny jeans made out of a shimmery material, wriggled a little again - still in front of the camera's eye, of course - to cover up his ass and button up the front, providing a running commentary all the while. "So these we purchased in Soho. Amber told me no way I could fit in them, I told her yes way. She said it was way too 'Kurt,' and it's not my usual style, you know, and I think she may be right, but sometimes I also think there's a little of Kurt that permea-"

 

"Chris," Mark interrupted, as patiently as he could. "I know what you're trying to do, and it's working, but let me just say it's cruel. I told you, baby, I can't do anything."

 

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," Chris said innocently. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped, hooked his thumbs into the waist of the jeans and pulled everything down. Everything, including his boxers. Mark couldn't even see Chris' face, but what he could see very well was his boyfriend's erect penis, at 1280x1024 resolution.

 

"And then," Chris babbled on, completely at ease, "we were walking in Covent Garden, because Amber wanted to get a pair of Doc Martens boots no matter what, but I saw this adorable shop in passing and fell in love with..."

 

He slipped what looked like some sort of vest over his shoulders; it only covered the upper part of his body, leaving the lower half still very visible. As the dark fabric fell on Chris' skin, Mark saw Chris' cock twitch, as if the mere touch of it turned Chris on. His face still nowhere to be seen, Mark saw Chris' fingers lightly brush the underside of his shaft (was it because of the anonymity of the image? Mark felt he'd never seen something so dirty, and there wasn't even actual fondling involved or anything), and then his hand went to rest on his hip, which he cocked a little to the side, posing as he concluded, "...this."

 

It was a blue leather jacket, which fit Chris so well he could have been born with it. He looked breathtakingly gorgeous, and terribly fuckable, with his dick pointing out between the lapels of the jacket.

 

Mark's throat constricted.

 

"Touch yourself," he breathed, his voice strained.

 

Chris' face finally made an appearance onscreen, and the brat seemed all too pleased with himself. "I'm sorry, honey, what was that?"

 

"You know very well what it was. I give up. Just... I warn you though, I'm still not doing anything. Now just give me a second, I have to lock the door."

 

He put the headset down and walked to the door as fast as his current condition would allow. Once the door was locked, by the time he got back, the image had changed: Chris had arranged his lithe, elfin body, which looked so small on the giant bed, with cushions behind his back so he was half-sitting, legs spread wide open so Mark could enjoy the view. He still had the jacket on.

 

"Fuck," Mark said, out of breath, fumbling with the headset to put it back on as quick as possible, and sank down in his seat.

 

"Yeah," Chris sighed, slowly fondling his balls with one hand, eyes half-mast, tongue resting on his upper lip. His hair was covering the left side of his face, but he was obviously too caught up in what he was doing to care.

 

"God, you look like a whore. Come on, spread your cheeks, let me see."

 

Chris whined and gasped, "That's not fair. You know I like the sound of your voice; you're trying to use it against me."

 

Mark chuckled. "Hey, this may be unfair, but you're the one who's playing dirty here. Suck on your middle finger now. Coat it with spit."

 

Chris did as he was told, looking right into the camera with a smoldering stare, lips parted and trembling as he breathed heavily through his mouth.

 

"You should see yourself," Mark continued, and he made his voice go deeper, knowing exactly what kind of effect it would have on Chris. "You look so hot right now, I can't take it. Play with your hole. Don't let your finger penetrate, though, keep it superficial. Yeah. Like that."

 

Mark briefly wondered how long he could endure this sight without masturbating. His cock was aching inside his jeans, but he was the mature one, he reminded himself. He could stand being turned on and not relieving himself. He locked his hands behind his head, fingers entwined, just to keep them away from the general area of his crotch.

 

"Can I touch my cock now?" Chris pleaded, his cheeks redder than ever, hips rocking back and forth.

 

"Do it."

 

Chris fisted the head of his cock and dragged his hand slowly to the base, drawing back the foreskin which revealed a gleaming, bright pink glans. His index finger gently tapped the dripping slit, and he threw his head back against the cushions, teeth sinking into his lower lip.

 

"Show me, baby," Mark urged him on. "Oh, God, I want you so much. Show me how you fuck yourself."

 

Chris began pumping in earnest, sinking lower and lower on the cushions, offering an incredible porn star position to Mark's eyes. The lapels of the jacket scrunched and folded up around his head as Chris sped up and moved his hips in rhythm. Whipping his head to the side, he caught a bit of the fabric between his teeth, as if the only way to let up the intensity was to bite into the first thing that approached his mouth, which wasn't surprising: Mark's shoulders were testimonies of Chris' cannibalistic tendencies when he was close to orgasm, too. As a result, Chris' cries went higher and higher, his body thrashing and once again, Mark recognized the signs.

 

Mark saw Chris' orgasm before he heard it because of the delay in the connection; he saw Chris' hips buck and semen shoot from his arched cock, some of it sprinkling on the jacket. Only then did he hear Chris' shout and that just doubled Mark's excitement.

 

After a moment, while Mark tried to catch his breath, Chris abruptly got up and walked up to the webcam as if nothing had happened. He splayed his soiled hand over his chest and smeared his come across, from nipple to nipple, sighing, "Phew, that was good." Then he added, waggling his fingers, "Okay, thanks, bye now!"

 

And suddenly Mark found himself staring in astonishment at a blank computer screen with only the icon of a red phone that announced to him that the conversation was over. He had been left incredibly turned on, so much so that he reckoned it would be painful when he finally got up to fling himself into a cold shower. Still, he couldn't keep the fondness out of his voice when he said out loud, "That bitch."

 

This was likely going to be the longest summer in existence.

 

He just prayed he wouldn't end up keeping a diary.

Date: 2010-06-25 10:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gwendy1.livejournal.com
LOL. <3

...

Dear Diary Journal:
I miss Chris.
Crap. I can't even bring myself to cross out his name.
42 days until I see him again.
102 times I've viewed the J. Ross interview. As if the ninja skills weren't hot enough - he was wearing that jacket.
Couldn't sleep. Googled Chris. Restrained myself from anonymously bashing Chris/Anyone But Me shippers. Found an interview I hadn't seen before.
He's always so funny and just awesome. He says I've been getting better, but I still don't know how he does it. I'm just not that comfortable or quick with my words. I "need to come out of my shell more". LOL. Hatching reference. I could go out into the wild... or I could die like an unprotected shellfish. I'd probably just say something stupid or end up babbling about how awesome Chris is.
BRB.
Nevermind. Just had another webcam session with Chris. I'm too sleepy to finish this entry - so there! Maybe I'll stop this pathetic whining and just write my own Mark/Chris fic from now on. Note to self - don't show Chris. He's still on me about the grammar of my texts.
- Mark

Date: 2010-06-25 11:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lil-miss-choc.livejournal.com
Two things, first: This fic is made of win. So hot, and weirdly realistic.
Second: Gwendy's journal entry is also very awesome.

Date: 2010-06-25 12:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gwendy1.livejournal.com
I agree! This fic is totally made of win. My favorite part: "Okay, thanks, bye now!" ;D

:D Also, thank you. It popped into my head - my immediate reaction.

Date: 2010-06-25 11:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirke-novak.livejournal.com
Ahahaha, excellent epilogue, you should write a fic made just out of those journal entires!

Date: 2010-06-25 12:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gwendy1.livejournal.com
*blush* Thank you.

Date: 2010-06-25 09:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sevenswells.livejournal.com
EXACTLY!!!

Date: 2010-06-25 12:19 pm (UTC)
ext_403666: (Owl Be There)
From: [identity profile] lezi.livejournal.com
LOL! You win at more than life for this cutesy little journal entry. (Also? Hatching reference made me burst out laughing, especially with Mark's "LOL."

Date: 2010-06-25 12:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gwendy1.livejournal.com
Thank you. I am an interview & actor trivia junkie. ;D

Date: 2010-06-25 09:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sevenswells.livejournal.com
SO. MUCH. LOVE!!!!

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I feel like I died of squee and went to fangirl heaven. This just in: your comment is the best EVAR! *0*

Restrained myself from anonymously bashing Chris/Anyone But Me shippers.

LURVE! Why can I picture him very well doing just that?

I could go out into the wild... or I could die like an unprotected shellfish. I'd probably just say something stupid or end up babbling about how awesome Chris is.

Oh, oh gawd, so, so CUTE!!! >.< *squeals like a madwoman* I can't even begin to say how much I love this.

Thank you, so, so much! And as kirke_novak said below:

you should write a fic made just out of those journal entires!

Seconded liek WHOA!!! And permission totally given! °0°//

Date: 2010-07-24 06:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gwendy1.livejournal.com
OMG! I have so much catching up to do.

Thank you. I am so glad you enjoyed it and just wanted to express how much I loved your fic.

I would try to write a fic, but my inspiration comes in fits and spurts. Also, real life sucks and clearly interferes way too much.

Date: 2011-07-10 02:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] storyofgreen3.livejournal.com
Haha adorable!

Date: 2010-06-25 10:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jessicafftheii.livejournal.com
That was freaking adorable. <333 And hot, of course! The mentions of the delay between sound and image were such great touches too; it added to the realism of the fic. Or as real as it could get anyway.

I loved it hardcore. <33

Date: 2010-06-25 10:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sevenswells.livejournal.com
Thanks a lot, and for the remarks about realism -- after all, it's sometimes what RPS is all about, so, mission accomplished, yay! :DDD (ohnoesimgoingtohellimgoingtohellimgoingtohell)

Date: 2010-06-25 11:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirke-novak.livejournal.com
This is brilliant; hot, funny, hot, cute and have I mentioned hot? Because gurrrrl, hot. I kept thinking that we need a fic that would deal with those two being apart like that and you answered my prayers.

Love your cheeky Chris btw, this is my "head!Chris" as well.

Date: 2010-06-25 10:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sevenswells.livejournal.com
Awww thank you sweetie!! <333 And yeah, Chris looks too angelic to be perfectly innocent, I'm sure he's a little devil in bed uh, deep down.

I kept thinking that we need a fic that would deal with those two being apart like that and you answered my prayers.

It's just what I do, baby. But stop praying now because I've got a shitload of things to do RL and it seems somehow these plot bunnies of yours find a way to get to me, so please keep them away...? I need not to fail at life. Fics will be the death of me. T____T

Thanks for commenting, ilu! <3

Date: 2010-06-25 12:18 pm (UTC)
ext_403666: (Owl Be There)
From: [identity profile] lezi.livejournal.com
...*bursts into laughter* I desperately want to feel bad for Mark, or at least feel offended that we didn't see Mark come, but holy shit, this was too hot/cute/hilarious for me to care all that much.

I loved:
- Chris' Mark-inspired shirts.
- Chris reassuring Mark, concerning their age difference.
- THAT FUCKING JACKET--!!!
- Mark ordering Chris around, and then,
- Chris leaving Mark high and dry afterward.
You're awesome. This is awesome. The end.

Date: 2010-06-25 10:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sevenswells.livejournal.com
Nah, YOU'RE teh awesumz!! Thank you!

- THAT FUCKING JACKET--!!!

IKR!!!?? I just had to include EVERYTHING I love about Chris these days, and that fucking jacket (that I turned into jacket fucking) places pretty high on my list. And I'm not even interested in clothes in the first place! °___°

Date: 2010-06-25 12:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] berylia.livejournal.com
No no no no no no no no I will not succumb to temptation ! No no no no no...
Oops I've already opened the cut...
So ma chère we will burn together in this special hell.

"ninja-ing their way past the paparazzi and the prying cameras (bless Chris' intensive training in Shaolin temples). " Oh my goodness ! Tihihi !
Guh !
I'm gonna burn in hell so glad and happy. Heaven is clearly missing something because this was so good !

(And there were not enough clothes involved !)

Date: 2010-06-25 10:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sevenswells.livejournal.com
I know, but now hell seems like such a fun place with lots of interesting people!

HAHAHA thank you for quoting the ninja reference!! I felt proud of myself that I've managed to include it :DDD

(And there were not enough clothes involved !)

Aw, come on, you know it's not even my thing in the first place! I think I did a pretty good job, considering! Humpf!

Date: 2010-06-26 06:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] berylia.livejournal.com
Yes my dear, you did a beautiful job but you know, I'm greedy as hell.

Date: 2010-06-25 01:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainajsydney.livejournal.com
Oh God, I feel like such a pervert right now for reading and enjoying this, but....I just can't stop myself! >< Damn you, morals!!

Marvelous job =]

Date: 2010-06-25 10:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sevenswells.livejournal.com
Thank you, and yeah, about morals... believe me when I say I was RIDDEN with guilt and shame as I wrote this, and not even of the good kind! I was practically hiding under my desk after every single sentence I wrote!

So, thank you for appreciating it, and as weird as it seems, I know how you feel, trust me! T____T

Damn Mark's twitter, Chris' interviews and the Red Hot Chili Peppers! *shakes fist*

Date: 2010-06-25 02:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] recrudescence.livejournal.com
I'm so glad you wrote this! It's a nice change to see Chris taking the lead, since most people--myself included, admittedly--assume he'll be less aggressive because of his age and presumed lack of hot gay sexing. And the bit with Mark telling him he looks like a whore...gah, holy fuck.

(Do twenty-year-olds really not know Tetris? Really? I never actually played it, but even I know Tetris.)

Date: 2010-06-25 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sevenswells.livejournal.com
Thank you so much, I feel honored you liked it, seriously! Especially since I had many, many qualms about writing this. I wrote RPS before, but it was mainly AU (so much it ended up having very little to do with "reality") and jrock doesn't really count in my head: slash is simply part of the marketing there, so I felt safe like that, more or less.

And then I read your fic (mostly by accident, in fact), and I swear something must have broken in my brain at that moment. I love Mark, but I don't get the gay vibes I got from, say, Jonathan Groff out of him, and Mark and Chris seem a little more "real" to me than jrockers... I dunno, I always find funny how slashers/ficcers/yaoists set their limits, like, "I like furry but I'll never write shota furry", or "I like RPS but it's only okay as long as they're both really gay and capitalizing on it" or, in the case of incest like with me, "I'm okay with brothers sleeping together but father and son is just a no-no"...

And when I read your fic I think what broke was that limit I had set about RPS. I was still terribly ashamed as I wrote it, but I just had to, because I felt there was a story I really needed to tell (plus when I told [livejournal.com profile] berylia, the angel on my right shoulder about it hoping she would stop me, she said "and it would be the first RPF I'd read too!" instead, so I was doomed)

Long reply is way too long.

(Do twenty-year-olds really not know Tetris? Really? I never actually played it, but even I know Tetris.)

Um, no, that's just me failing at writing, because Chris is supposed to be sarcastic when he says that, he wants to piss Mark off - I guess it didn't really come across, sorry about that T____T

I don't think there's anybody nowadays who doesn't know Tetris, even my mom knows it and she has geek/gamer/even general popular culture like I have a taste for shopping: absolutely zero.

Date: 2010-06-25 07:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cassandrareign.livejournal.com
Lol, I knew about tetris when I was like, three. and I'm a teenager still.
:) everyone keeps doing ideas that I want done and it makes me so happy <3
Cause they're so sexy and and and and I loves them <3
x3 I loveee this. wah. <3

Date: 2010-06-25 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sevenswells.livejournal.com
Thank you!
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Date: 2010-06-25 11:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sevenswells.livejournal.com
Thank you! And yeah, though I've never practiced it my self, Mark and Chris *make* webcam sex awesome, definitely! XD

Date: 2010-06-25 10:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] na-shao.livejournal.com
Oh, good lord, it's like, 00:23 a.m and I'm staring at my screen with wide eyes.

I TOTALLY LOVED IT. It was awesomely written, funny and incredibly hot. :D

(Also ... Am I right in thinking you're French ? Because, je suis française aussi, et BON DIEU J'ATTENDAIS D'AUTRES FANS FRANCAIS DEPUIS DES LUSTRES !! ;A;)

Date: 2010-06-25 11:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sevenswells.livejournal.com
HAAAAAHAHAHA C'EST PAS VRAI encore une Française?? Non mais arrête, moi aussi je croyais que [livejournal.com profile] berylia et moi étions les seules de notre espèce, et tu es la troisième à commenter ici (les deux autres s'étant manifestées sur une précédente fic ^^)! Déjà que Glee vient à peine de commencer en France, alors en plus les chances d'avoir le même pairing étaient assez minimes, faut l'avouer (heureusement qu'on est des vilaines, vilaines pirates alors)!
Je suis trop contente, en plus ça fait honneur à la France (pas comme son équipe de foot, tsss) parce que j'adore ce que tu fais, ça me fait mourir de rire à chaque fois! Roman photo Puck/Kurt avec des dinosaures en plastique, j'avoue que j'ai eu un grand moment de "wtf qu'est-ce que c'est que ça c'est juste fantastique JE KIFFE" à ton premier post XD Tu m'as cassé le cerveau!

Merci beaucoup pour ton commentaire, sincèrement, ça me va droit au cœur! ^^

Date: 2010-06-26 01:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] na-shao.livejournal.com
AHAHA JE ME SENS MOINS SEULE ! French united ! :D

Je regarde Glee depuis que la série a commencé aux USA en fait, du coup ça m'a surprise que ça arrive en France (j'ai tilté quand j'ai vu une pub sur la TNT, j'ai aperçu Mark Salling et au début, je me disais "mais ... hum ... je le connais ... ô__o ... WTF MARK ?!!"), en plus le doublage est ... nul au possible xD;
J'ai accroché à Puck et Kurt dès le début (les deux persos au départ, et personne ne comprenait mon amour sans limite pour Puck xD lovely jerk is lovely) et ensuite hum ... le pairing en lui-même est venu très naturellement ahaha. Pour ce qui est du RPS, c'est devenu mon "OTP guilty pleasure". *sighs*

AHAH, merci, je suis contente que tu aimes les adventures :D. J'adore les dinosaures (en plus, ceux-là je les achète à Monoprix rayon jouets pour enfants, les vigiles me regardent de travers à chaque fois ...) du coup quand ça a titlté dans ma tête, j'ai décidé de partager, et je suis heureuse de voir que ça plaît à chaque fois !

De rien <33

Date: 2010-06-25 11:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marimaripoliana.livejournal.com
must say...MADE OF WIN

Date: 2010-06-25 11:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sevenswells.livejournal.com
Yay!! \o/ Thank you! ^^

Date: 2010-06-26 12:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] allan-93.livejournal.com
Wow *fans self*

Incredibly hot, and rather funny at times. Fantastic overall :)

Date: 2010-06-26 11:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sevenswells.livejournal.com
Thank you very much!

Date: 2010-06-27 12:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] profoundrice.livejournal.com
Ahahaha, I laughed so hard IRL at the ending. ♥ :D :D :D Damn, this was smokin' hot. And slkdfjs, so cute. Guhhhhh. You are so much win.

Date: 2010-06-28 04:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sevenswells.livejournal.com
Thank you for this comment, you're adorable! <3 I'm glad that you liked it! ^^
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Date: 2010-07-06 07:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sevenswells.livejournal.com
Hee hee, thank you, I feel honored that TEH JACKET bears another level of signification :DDD We completely agree, Chris really looks hot in it - and that interview is the most epic ever

Thank you for this kind comment, it's really appreciated! ^^

Date: 2011-07-10 02:49 am (UTC)

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