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@a-drunken-cynic
"Hmm?" He hummed, frowning as he was stirred slightly before curling up against his side. "No one important, just didn't want to forget to do it in the morning." He mumbled, relaxing against him with a sigh. "G'night, love."
"C'mon~ Tell me~ Who were all those phone calls to my sweet?" He told him with a soft lazy chuckle that showed he was more interested in sleep than he was in questioning Jehan about his other phone calls in the middle of the night.
"More than them all combined." He answered, stroking his cheek. He’d delete their numbers after telling them it was done and he’d stay with Grantaire. "No one could ever mean more to me than you."
"That’s good. I’m glad." He told him with a grin and nuzzled him before pulling him closer. "I’m tired, so I’m actually going to sleep now. Good night mon amour." He grinned at him and kissed him before turning over to fall asleep.
"Goodnight love." He whispered with a smile, closing his eyes and waiting for Grantaire’s breathing to even out before carefully getting up for his phone. He quickly called off every one of his affairs, deleted all of their numbers, though he couldn’t bring himself to delete Courfeyrac’s, and put his phone back where it was. Getting himself a glass of water, in case Grantaire woke up and asked, he quietly padded back in and went to bed, falling asleep feeling a little better.
Grantaire groggily blinked his eyes open as soon as he felt the other leave the bed. "Who were you on the phone with my love?" He asked before the other one fell asleep. "Was it someone important?" Grantaire murmured, looking at his boyfriend.
"More than them all combined." He answered, stroking his cheek. He'd delete their numbers after telling them it was done and he'd stay with Grantaire. "No one could ever mean more to me than you."
"That's good. I'm glad." He told him with a grin and nuzzled him before pulling him closer. "I'm tired, so I'm actually going to sleep now. Good night mon amour." He grinned at him and kissed him before turning over to fall asleep.
Drugs
"I have all the money, I just needed you to lower your prices." He told him with a sigh. "W-What do you mean put up with my shit? What shit do I give you?"
Combeferre stopped in his tracks turning around, a look of complete annoyance on his face. “This shit with not giving me my full amount of money and then you proceed to do idiotic things to blow our deal off.”
Grantaire glared back at him. "I have yet to blow off a deal with you." He snapped at him and rolled his eyes. "Besides, you know I'm strapped for cash Combeferre!"
Jehan laughed quietly and reached up to smooth his hair, playing with the curls as he did so. “What about your art? More than that?” He asked hopefully, looking up at him, loving but still wanting to hear him say it.
"More than my art, mon petit-ami." He told him with a nod and a grin. "I know I haven’t been around for a bit, but thank you for not stepping out on me. That’s really sweet and kind of you. To be so patient." He murmured.
"I love you. You’re the only one I could ever be with." He answered, kissing him before he could feel any guilt. He wouldn’t see the others again, he had decided. God, he didn’t deserve Grantaire, and Grantaire didn’t deserve the way he was treating him. "I love you so much, over everything in the world. I mean it. More than anything."
"Thank you. So much." He murmured, pushing into the kiss. He wrapped a hand into the other's hair. "I love you too." He murmured and nuzzled him. "More than anything? Even your poetry and all of your friends that you've met recently?"
Jehan laughed quietly and reached up to smooth his hair, playing with the curls as he did so. "What about your art? More than that?" He asked hopefully, looking up at him, loving but still wanting to hear him say it.
"More than my art, mon petit-ami." He told him with a nod and a grin. "I know I haven't been around for a bit, but thank you for not stepping out on me. That's really sweet and kind of you. To be so patient." He murmured.
*two girls kiss* straight people: i just think it’s so amazing that they would do that, you know. as friends *two girls have sex* straight people: female friendship is amazing *two girls get married, buy a house, have some kids* straight people: what better way to grow old than to do it with your best friend
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The fact that we all know what this means really says something about our social lives
you should all go to your blogs and hover over them
well shit
"How do you not use it? They feel amazing." He said, with a blink of confusion. He hoped that the other would sell it to him even though that he didn’t tend to sell it anyway. "Sure! Sure I can do that!" He said excitedly. "W-What? Why? B-But… Jehan!" He whined loudly. "Also, how much for LSD?" He asked again, looking at him. "Right… No customer of your’s shouldn’t be in pain." He echoed.
Jehan smiled a little, “Because of the pain afterwards.” He said simply, writing his address down neatly for Grantaire, “Shush or you will get nothing.” He looked around them carefully with an innocent smile, “I don’t really have fixed prices, whatever you can afford but if it’s not enough to keep me living I will have to give you less or none. Give me an offer.”Â
"Fine." He muttered and looked away. Grantaire took the piece of paper and gently, shakingly folded it and put it in his pocket afterwards. He loved the other's innocent smile. It didn't even fit him and he loved it. "So uhm..... 14...." Was his starting price as he stared at him curiously. "Or... higher? I can go higher." 50 would be his cap.
My Heart in Pages
Grantaire chuckled about how adorable the other one was. “I can’t believe this! This is amazing.” He told him with a huge grin. “Jehan! I love it. I’m really proud of you.” Grantaire said knowing that the other one was on a personal high right now.
He kissed the other’s cheek, grinning brightly. “I’m so happy cher.” he told the other, kissing him again, and leaning against him. “It’s gonna happen, and I’m not even out of college. It’s so wonderful.”
"You're still gonna stay in college though, right"? Grantaire asked him confused but he was glad for him that he finally got what he had wanted for such a long period of time.
My Heart in Pages
"W-What?" Grantaire’s heart stopped. "You wrote this…. about me?" He asked quietly, tears brimming at the thoughtfulness of his love. "I love you too Jehan. So much." He blinked them back and laughed. "You talked to a publisher?" He asked excitedly. "I’m so happy for you!"
Jehan blushed brightly, and hid his face behind the book. “I did! Grantaire, I just wanna get published and stuff, and it’ll be great. Grantaire, it’s going to happen! t is!” Jehan was on a personal high, so happy about what was happening.Â
Grantaire chuckled about how adorable the other one was. "I can't believe this! This is amazing." He told him with a huge grin. "Jehan! I love it. I'm really proud of you." Grantaire said knowing that the other one was on a personal high right now.
"Right." He smiled, fully intending to go to sleep. His guilt was worse now, though because he did love Grantaire, more than anything. Maybe he should settle down properly with him, it wasn't fair of him to go elsewhere for company. "I love you so much." He promised, leaning up for a moment to kiss his jaw.
"Definitely." He told him with a smile and shook his head to settle his hair. "Really?" He asked quietly and looked at him with a blush. "I love you more than anything ever, Jehan. More than my drinks. More than anything." He murmured, kissing him gently.
My Heart in Pages
Grantaire had been sucked out of his day dream and blinked groggily at Jehan. “Sure, babe. Let me see at what you’ve created.” He said, holding his hand out with a smile. “Wow, amazing. Really Jehan. I love it. Are you going to make more?” He asked with a smile and looked at him, carefully handing the book back. He took a sip of his beer whilst staring at Jehan.
Jehan sat next to the other, smiling brightly. “It’s about you by the way, you’re wonderful.” he smiled at him, and took his hand. “I love you.” he kissed the other. “I hope so. I’ve talked to a publisher cher. I’ve talked to a publisher!” he grinned, and pressed a kiss to the other.
"W-What?" Grantaire's heart stopped. "You wrote this.... about me?" He asked quietly, tears brimming at the thoughtfulness of his love. "I love you too Jehan. So much." He blinked them back and laughed. "You talked to a publisher?" He asked excitedly. "I'm so happy for you!"
Drugs
Grantaire grinned as he walked into the alleyway, where he usually bought his stash. He tapped his foot, waiting for his dealer to get there, anxiously as always. He sighed and leaned up against the wall of the alleyway, looking side to side.
His feet quickly moved against the pavement, the scuffling of his shoes loud noise to his ears as he continued to walk They would be meeting in the same place as always, of course. Though he hoped the man would be there this time and not bail on him again just because he didn’t have the money, Combeferre nearly got caught that one time as well.Â
When he arrived to the destination his feet became quieter, not to be heard by neighbouring strangers that might as well be on the look out for anything suspicious.Â
"You are actually here." He mentioned coming up from behind the tattered man. He looked like a wreck. Obviously the medicine was becoming immune, but it wasn’t his place to say, he was getting paid wasn’t he?
Grantaire heard the shuffling of feet and knew that it was one of two people, it was either police or it was Combeferre. And Grantaire was hoping that it more of the latter than the first decision. He knew that he had to be there this time. He meaning Grantaire since he bailed on him the last few times. He also got bitched out at because apparently he almost got arrested also.
Grantaire sighed loudly as he waited for the other to come closer. He could only hear him by the pounding of his feet before becoming quieter as he approached them.
"Of course I am. Where else would I be? You got the stash?" He asked with a grin as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.
A barely audible sigh came from his mouth as he looked down to his own pockets looking back up quickly. “Only if you have the money?” He asked questionably. His words were a bit sharp, for it had been a bit of a struggle lately with work and this going on.Â
How had he gotten into this? He actually had no idea. One night he was at a bar talking with some people and then next, he was selling drugs from his unit to them. More importantly, pain killers such as OxyContin and others as that. He got a fairly good profit from it, more money for him to use with everything since his unit in the hospital found out they wouldn’t be getting extra pay for taking extra shifts.Â
He could hear the barely audible sigh come out of the other’s mouth and watched his eyes travel to where Combeferre was looking before looking back up again. “And if I don’t?” He asked, obviously just joking but he wanted to see the other’s reaction. He wasn’t going to tell him that he had any until the other had some sort of reaction to those words. But, he could tell the other was needing money due to the sharpness of his words.
"Then I’ll be calling off these meetings once and for all, I don’t need a slacker to deal with. One that almost got me caught." It was rude, what he said but true, he didn’t need anything like that. "And then you’ll be suffering without any meds, I know the streets pretty well and no one would supply you with anything good except for me, it would be terrible for you." Ah, there was the harshness of his character coming out, his words were complete with the grin of his showing he was not playing but still being a little smart ass about it. "So money?"Â
Grantaire didn’t like the sound of those words. That sharpness in his one and that smirk he was showing off was something that he knew to fear. He knew that the other was right. No one would be wiling to sell to him whatsoever once they heard that he was coming back to them. He knew that Combeferre would tell them to not sell him anything and Grantaire would be left to fend for himself. “Fine, fine.” He grumbled. “How much for the Oxy again?”
Combeferre answered quickly. “Fifty dollars for a standard tablet.” He mentioned, those were his rules, not they weren’t as expensive as many others though most people paid a lot for a quantity of them. It was a great business but all as well, tricky. “Or you can get a milligram for a dollar each. I have them both.” However Combeferre knew this was an addict he was dealing with there was no point in trying to sell him the other pity one.Â
"Fifty? You have got to be shitting me Combeferre. People have to eat you know." He groaned loudly and looked away. He knew that fifty dollars was his rules. And that he did sell tiny tablets for a lot less. But, he couldn’t deal with tiny tablets. He knew that he needed to standard size. Milligrams would do nothing for him. "You have to come down some. 35?"
Of course, this would happen, he would do this to him. “I know they do, but I’m not the drug addict you are.” Combeferre looked down the alleyway thinking for a moment. “Forty, but I won’t go any lower than that. I’m cutting ten damn dollars off for you, you should be appreciative.”
"Still! I have to eat Combeferre." He said, watching him look down the alleyway and bit his lip, staring to look worried. Grantaire didn’t like the second answer he was given. "Come on be reasonable. 38?" He asked, coming up some.
"For fuck sakes, Grantaire! Just give me the money, I’ve been here long enough." He hissed reaching in his pocket for the tablets. "Give me the thrity-eight but the next time, you’re going to be owing me more, I won’t give in again to you." He held his hand out to receive the money, obviously annoyed by the long transfer between them.Â
"Fine, fine. I’m sorry." He said, grabbing the money out of his wallet. "I haven’t had any cash on me lately. I’ve been strapped for so long." He told him honestly with a shrug. "What? Unfair! I’m not paying more than normal next time!" He hissed back at him, giving him the money and yanking back the tablets.
He shook his head, completely annoyed. “You didn’t show up all the money needed today, I expect you to pay a little bit more next time.” Combeferre took the money rolling his eyes before walking away. “I don’t even know why I still put up with your shit.” He mumbled.
"I have all the money, I just needed you to lower your prices." He told him with a sigh. "W-What do you mean put up with my shit? What shit do I give you?"
My Heart in Pages
Jehan hurried home with a book in his hands. He was going to read it to Grantaire, see what he thought- the binding was new, and it was the only copy in existence- Jehan was going to show the other the first copy of his poetry book, that he cared deeply about. “Darling, I need to read it to you.” he insisted. “I want you to be the first person to hear it.”Â
Grantaire had been sucked out of his day dream and blinked groggily at Jehan. "Sure, babe. Let me see at what you've created." He said, holding his hand out with a smile. "Wow, amazing. Really Jehan. I love it. Are you going to make more?" He asked with a smile and looked at him, carefully handing the book back. He took a sip of his beer whilst staring at Jehan.
"I don’t have a lot. People got to eat you know." He gave him a tiny smile and shook his head. "U-Uhm yeah… Yeah, I’m fine. Just you know…. H withdrawals itch and hurt like a bitch." He told him with the shake of his head as he felt the other’s calm touch. "Something for free?" His eyes lit up. "H. Defintiely H."
He nodded his understanding and sighed a little, “Oui, I know they do, that’s why I don’t use it and I try not to supply it.” He hummed quietly and looked at the other carefully, “If I gave you my address would you be able to come pick it up there? I don’t carry it with me.” He paused, “And I’m not going to sell it to you on a permanent basis, I’ll give you less and less each time and try to get you to stop using it, the withdrawals are unpleasant to watch and I would rather a customer of mine not be in such pain, oui?”Â
"How do you not use it? They feel amazing." He said, with a blink of confusion. He hoped that the other would sell it to him even though that he didn't tend to sell it anyway. "Sure! Sure I can do that!" He said excitedly. "W-What? Why? B-But... Jehan!" He whined loudly. "Also, how much for LSD?" He asked again, looking at him. "Right... No customer of your's shouldn't be in pain." He echoed.
Drugs
Grantaire grinned as he walked into the alleyway, where he usually bought his stash. He tapped his foot, waiting for his dealer to get there, anxiously as always. He sighed and leaned up against the wall of the alleyway, looking side to side.
His feet quickly moved against the pavement, the scuffling of his shoes loud noise to his ears as he continued to walk They would be meeting in the same place as always, of course. Though he hoped the man would be there this time and not bail on him again just because he didn’t have the money, Combeferre nearly got caught that one time as well.Â
When he arrived to the destination his feet became quieter, not to be heard by neighbouring strangers that might as well be on the look out for anything suspicious.Â
"You are actually here." He mentioned coming up from behind the tattered man. He looked like a wreck. Obviously the medicine was becoming immune, but it wasn’t his place to say, he was getting paid wasn’t he?
Grantaire heard the shuffling of feet and knew that it was one of two people, it was either police or it was Combeferre. And Grantaire was hoping that it more of the latter than the first decision. He knew that he had to be there this time. He meaning Grantaire since he bailed on him the last few times. He also got bitched out at because apparently he almost got arrested also.
Grantaire sighed loudly as he waited for the other to come closer. He could only hear him by the pounding of his feet before becoming quieter as he approached them.
"Of course I am. Where else would I be? You got the stash?" He asked with a grin as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.
A barely audible sigh came from his mouth as he looked down to his own pockets looking back up quickly. “Only if you have the money?” He asked questionably. His words were a bit sharp, for it had been a bit of a struggle lately with work and this going on.Â
How had he gotten into this? He actually had no idea. One night he was at a bar talking with some people and then next, he was selling drugs from his unit to them. More importantly, pain killers such as OxyContin and others as that. He got a fairly good profit from it, more money for him to use with everything since his unit in the hospital found out they wouldn’t be getting extra pay for taking extra shifts.Â
He could hear the barely audible sigh come out of the other’s mouth and watched his eyes travel to where Combeferre was looking before looking back up again. “And if I don’t?” He asked, obviously just joking but he wanted to see the other’s reaction. He wasn’t going to tell him that he had any until the other had some sort of reaction to those words. But, he could tell the other was needing money due to the sharpness of his words.
"Then I’ll be calling off these meetings once and for all, I don’t need a slacker to deal with. One that almost got me caught." It was rude, what he said but true, he didn’t need anything like that. "And then you’ll be suffering without any meds, I know the streets pretty well and no one would supply you with anything good except for me, it would be terrible for you." Ah, there was the harshness of his character coming out, his words were complete with the grin of his showing he was not playing but still being a little smart ass about it. "So money?"Â
Grantaire didn’t like the sound of those words. That sharpness in his one and that smirk he was showing off was something that he knew to fear. He knew that the other was right. No one would be wiling to sell to him whatsoever once they heard that he was coming back to them. He knew that Combeferre would tell them to not sell him anything and Grantaire would be left to fend for himself. “Fine, fine.” He grumbled. “How much for the Oxy again?”
Combeferre answered quickly. “Fifty dollars for a standard tablet.” He mentioned, those were his rules, not they weren’t as expensive as many others though most people paid a lot for a quantity of them. It was a great business but all as well, tricky. “Or you can get a milligram for a dollar each. I have them both.” However Combeferre knew this was an addict he was dealing with there was no point in trying to sell him the other pity one.Â
"Fifty? You have got to be shitting me Combeferre. People have to eat you know." He groaned loudly and looked away. He knew that fifty dollars was his rules. And that he did sell tiny tablets for a lot less. But, he couldn’t deal with tiny tablets. He knew that he needed to standard size. Milligrams would do nothing for him. "You have to come down some. 35?"
Of course, this would happen, he would do this to him. “I know they do, but I’m not the drug addict you are.” Combeferre looked down the alleyway thinking for a moment. “Forty, but I won’t go any lower than that. I’m cutting ten damn dollars off for you, you should be appreciative.”
"Still! I have to eat Combeferre." He said, watching him look down the alleyway and bit his lip, staring to look worried. Grantaire didn’t like the second answer he was given. "Come on be reasonable. 38?" He asked, coming up some.
"For fuck sakes, Grantaire! Just give me the money, I’ve been here long enough." He hissed reaching in his pocket for the tablets. "Give me the thrity-eight but the next time, you’re going to be owing me more, I won’t give in again to you." He held his hand out to receive the money, obviously annoyed by the long transfer between them.Â
"Fine, fine. I'm sorry." He said, grabbing the money out of his wallet. "I haven't had any cash on me lately. I've been strapped for so long." He told him honestly with a shrug. "What? Unfair! I'm not paying more than normal next time!" He hissed back at him, giving him the money and yanking back the tablets.
