#courtyhinch

[winters-blue-children]

I honestly have to say thank you for your amazing Macdennis fic on AO3! They're pretty much my favourite thing ever right now! And you're a talented writer!

Thank you so much! I’m loving writing MacDennis right now–they completely own my soul. And I’m still pretty new to this pairing, so I really appreciate this!

[askcapitalr]

Combeferre: Climate change and the killing/endangerment of animals, without a doubt.

Combeferre: Of course, changing what is happening in our world on a more social platform is wildly important to me and my friends, as it affects both us and the people we love. But, I am of the mentality that if we can’t change how we treat our planet and the creatures that inhabit it, there will be nowhere for any of us to live at all, no matter what our race, gender, or orientation.

Combeferre: A bit bleak, I know, but it’s also realistic. You can’t change the world if there’s no world to change.

[granteares]

Bromos! Tell me about high school friends Bahorel and Feuilly's first kiss, extra points if one of them is totally surprised but pleased!

i took this as “being in high school and being friends” and then realized maybe not what you meant… but i think this came out quite cute so i hope that’s okay (: xoxox

This is it… I’m going to do it, today, Feuilly had thought when he had woke up that morning for school. It had been a half-asleep, dreamy thought -- one that had made him blush at himself, while he combed down ginger cowlicks in the mirror, getting ready to go, when he had realized he’d thought it.

But it had stuck with him for the rest of the day.

He had felt his cheeks heat up again when he had reached school and was hanging out with his friends, and Bahorel arrived -- as loud and warm as ever, grinning at Feuilly with teeth and premature laughter lines. He hoped it hadn’t been too obvious.

He had blushed again in second period -- American History: 1900s to Present, Honors -- when Bahorel had leaned over and their arms had brushed as he tried to discreetly pass him a note. Nothing that Bahorel did was all that discreet, though: not when he was seventeen and six-foot-four and built like the athlete that he was (baseball in the spring and summer, hockey in the fall and winter). The teacher had given them a warning glance, so Feuilly had pretended that nothing had been passed his way until Ms. Hucheloup had looked away to write more notes about Watergate on the whiteboard. Then, Feuilly had opened the note:

Free after school? Y / N

Feuilly had circled the sloppy ‘Y’, passing the note back to Bahorel when he’d been certain Ms. Hucheloup wouldn’t notice… She didn’t. A Glance at Bahorel let Feuilly know that they were leaving it at that for now.

At lunch, Feuilly had blushed again when Bahorel had appeared behind him at the lunch table -- last to arrive -- and wrapped two big hands over his shoulders in way of greeting, then sat down in the empty seat between him and Grantaire (always empty, because that had become Bahorel’s Seat at this point in the school year). Bahorel had asked what he wanted to do after school, but Feuilly had shrugged his shoulders -- whatever you want to do, just happy to be spending time with you, was what he thought, but held back on voicing the latter.

So when school ended, Feuilly found himself lounging on the top row of bleachers at one of the school’s sports fields, the girls’ soccer team practicing below them, Bahorel occasionally interrupting their light conversation to cheer on Eponine when she did something that must’ve been a good move (Feuilly didn’t know much about soccer… or any sports -- besides baseball and hockey, of course). Watching Bahorel in his moments of distraction caused Feuilly’s early-morning thought to return to him again -- as if it hadn’t been plaguing him all day any time he’d seen his friend. Today -- do it.

“Hey, Baz…” Feuilly started, because Bahorel was looking down at the field again, not at him. But at Feuilly’s words, he turned so easily back to him, and Feuilly didn’t hesitate -- acted before he could chicken out of it.

He leaned in what distance there was left to cover between them and pressed his lips to Bahorel’s. He felt Bahorel still, and gasp, and panic flared in Feuilly’s stomach that he had made a grave mistake. Then he felt the other boy’s lips curl up a bit -- smiling -- and felt his body relax, a hand fall onto his knee as Bahorel turned even more toward Feuilly.

The kiss wasn’t that long -- Feuilly pulled away at the sudden remembrance that they weren’t exactly in private (and if Eponine had seen, their entire friend group would know as soon as soccer practice was over, surely) -- but it had been long enough to assure him that Bahorel wanted it. Him.

“What was that for?” the other asked.

“Something I’ve been thinking about all day,” Feuilly responded.

Bahorel touched his lips with a gentle smile on his face, and Feuilly understood because there was still a tingle on his own. “Glad you did.”

“Me too…”

“Want to go get ice cream and head to mine for video games?” Bahorel suggested.

Feuilly didn’t think they’d play much video games, but… “Sounds good, yeah, let’s go.”

A few hours later, and yeah, they had kind of played video games between distracted kissing, and Feuilly’s phone buzzed where it sat next to him on Bahorel’s bedroom floor.

I DEMAND U TELL ME !!EVERYTHING!! ASAP

Feuilly rolled his eyes. If Enjolras knew, then Eponine must have seen, and spread the gossip already. He ignored the text, would wait until he was back home to gush at Enjolras about finally making a move on his crush.

[granteares]

I cannot wait to see your hair! I'm glad you're going with bangs again too! You're gonna be dazzling!

THANK U BABE i can’t wait to see either 😮

[rosemac]

courtyhinch replied to your link “Behind the Yellow Line | Chapter 2 Archive of Our Own”

THIS IS SO GOOD

thank you! 

[adrianicsea]

@courtyhinch haha no worries! i’m an RA for the summer at one of the dorm building on my college campus and i’m just on duty for the weekend, which means i have to hang around here in case any of the residents need help with anything

[granteares]

Feuilly for the character ask! ❤

THANK U COURT 💕

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life

hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

best quality: compassionate af!!!

worst quality: not always so good at knowing his limits

ship them with: the Only Correct Answer to this is bahorel

brotp them with: enjolras definitely!

needs to stay away from: job applications!! lmao

misc. thoughts: i say his worst quality is not knowing his limits bc like? bro overworks himself so much and doesn’t realize it until baz is finally like dude, you’re taking a day off today. he also Never gets enough sleep bc he’s like nah i’m fine i promise. this can also go for a lot of other aspects of his life like? he has a free night with a day off the next day and decides to go out? gets way too drunk bc he doesn’t have to worry about functioning at work. he works out way too hard too sometimes. and just like. the guy is the most put-together hot mess you’ve ever met.

send me a character + i’ll tell you the above!!

[granteares]

What is your favourite song in all of musical theatre? 🙃🙂🙃🙂

wow court you just had to start off with the impossible question, didn’t you? 😂

i want to say “defying gravity” bc wicked is the second musical i was ever really exposed to and that song really Sold me to musical theatre it’s just so??? Amazing? Beautiful? i love it.

ask me my favorite anything!!!