#istoleyourvirginitea

[hakyunie]

hey there!! my inbox has been messing up but ive been wondering if you know where that gifset of ravi telling n he loves him is from?? ? I keep trying to ask people but my messages aren't sending

hi~ um, i think this might be the vid you’re looking for [x]?

[stiles2k16-blog]

HE'S MY BEST FTIEND BEST OF ALL BEST FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE A BEST FRIEND TOO?

[baileydiazz]

istoleyourvirginitea replied to your post “i love how when im in the middle of an anxiety attack and need someone...”

Do you need someone around right now?? ? Because I'll always have your back, lovely.

aww. i just got home to an actual computer and saw this. thank you angel. i made it. my coworker knew i was having an off day so she sent me a text saying “just breathe.” about 5 minutes after i posted this and talked me down a little bit.. but i appreciate it, babe. <3

[alyseofwonderland]

I just started reading 'Until We Have Faces' and im already dying from feels thank you so mucH FOR EXISTING YOU NATIONAL TREASURE :))))

Oh no... I really need to polish up the update for that. God where did I even save that? *scrambles off in search of writing.

[mrbarnes]

hello lovely! i hope i'm not too late to join the family, if not may i be prince naveen?? ? :) CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE BY THE WAY, YOU DESERVE IT, HUN!! ! ❤

Awwww thank you so much!!! <333 And thanks for joining the family!! :) 

Join my fandom family!

[spyderinej]

I started following you for fandom reasons and figured out pretty quick that you're the coolest person ever :)))

oooh, i think that was during season one of hannibal, back when you were be-the-stiles-to-my-derek

now we are internet besties and there is no going back :D

[spyderinej]

e/R - one for the pairing and one hundred words thing. :3

Here we go! Enjolras/Grantaire, #1: ”are we both (or all three of us) robbing the same house oh fuck” 

also on ao3, and istoleyourvirginitea wanted to be tagged when i posted it~

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Grantaire is halfway up the steps when he hears a thump and a string of curses from what he guesses is probably the kitchen. There’s a moment of blinding, oh-shit-the-owner-is-home panic before he realizes that’s probably not the case, and then he’s just confused.

Is this really happening? Is someone else seriously breaking into the same house at the same time? This is the kind of thing that he feels can only happen to Bossuet, if Bossuet were the type to, you know, break into houses. But no, it truly seems to be happening to him. He’ll have to share the story later.

Much later. Grantaire shelves that thought and darts silently the rest of the way upstairs, because the cursing has stopped but the second intruder is practically stomping through the house and, jesus christ, turning on lights.

You know what, no, he cannot ignore this, something has to be done.

He creeps back to the ground floor and into the living room, stops about five feet behind the other person, and allows himself a moment of dramatic pause.

"Is this what you’re going with, really?" He asks, just as another light is clicked on.

”Fucking christ holy fucking-”

Grantaire is too busy being amused to avoid the strike that catches him right in the nose.

He really should have seen that coming.

———

Grantaire doesn’t black out, luckily, but things go rather fuzzy around the edges, and he definitely falls on his ass.

The carpet is really nice; he spends a long moment rubbing his hand over it while he listens to his attacker rummage around in the kitchen.

"Are you okay?" The guy asks, suddenly crouched in front of him.

"What…? Yeah, yeah I’m fine," Grantaire says, before sitting up and nearly passing out, "Jesus that was a nice punch, I think you broke my nose."

"I’m sure you’ll be fine, and I called someone over to look at it. First, though- what the fuck are you doing in my house?”

Grantaire freezes.

———

"You were…breaking in to leave something?” Apollo asks incredulously.

The man’s name probably isn’t Apollo, but that’s what Grantaire has decided to call him, in the privacy of his own mind. When his vision had cleared enough to really look at the guy, he’d been backlit by the glow of a lamp, blond and beautiful and terrifying. Grantaire thinks the name would suit him.

He’s still blond and beautiful, sitting across the kitchen table, but no longer quite so terrifying, despite the utility knife he hasn’t let go of even once.

"Yes," he says, and then with a smirk, "And you were breaking in because?”

"None of your business."

Grantaire shrugs, decides not to question the guy with the knife and a wicked right hook.

"Fair enough, I suppose. Hey, so," he says, before Apollo can ask just what he’d been planning to leave behind, "why haven’t you called the police? Seeing as how I did break into your house and all.”

Apollo grimaces, and even that is gorgeous.

"Are you kidding? The cops around here are… You broke into a house in the middle of a rich white neighborhood- you probably would’ve been shot and killed "resisting arrest"," he even does actual air quotes around his words, features twisted in disgust.

Grantaire doesn’t even know how to respond to that.

A knock at the front door interrupts his stunned silence.

———

When Enjolras returns to the kitchen with Joly trailing along behind him, he’s not really surprised to find the man gone. He was not, however, expecting his coffee to also be gone, with a hastily scribbled note resting beneath the now-empty cup.

”It appears I did steal something after all,” he reads, “Allow me to buy you another to make up for it.”

And below that, a phone number.

He can’t help but smile.

[spyderinej]

exr aaaand 8?

Enjolras/Grantaire, #8: stuck-in-an-airport-because-the-flights-were-SO-VERY-delayed-and-it’s-like-two-am

also on ao3

Enjolras doesn’t mind the delay. In fact, they’re happy about it- any excuse to put off the visit their parents is completely welcome, and the fact that it’s due to a delayed flight and therefore totally out of Enjolras’ control just makes it even better.

Then the announcement comes that the flights are no longer just delayed, but cancelled, and they have to stomp out the urge to do a terribly childish fist pump of victory.

”Non sta succedendo davvero,” comes a despairing moan from the seat next to them, and Enjolras looks over from where they’re gleefully texting Combeferre to see a young man with one hand clenched tightly in his (very lovely) dark curls while he glares at the nearest intercom speaker as though it has personally wronged him.

Enjolras’ smile fades in the face of their neighbor’s obvious distress.

”Stai bene?”

"Are you alright, he asks!" He exclaims in English, without even sparing a glance for Enjolras, "Stuck in the middle of a snow storm in Rome when I must be in Paris by tomorrow night, my life is ruined, and he wonders if I am alright! Hah!”

A moment of silence passes, with the man scowling now at one of the many employees wandering the area and Enjolras raising an eyebrow at him.

"I don’t think the heat of your look will make the snow melt any faster," they say after a moment.

With that glare now focused on them, Enjolras notes that the man’s eyes are also quite lovely, if cutting. The look only lasts a few seconds though, before his mouth (also lovely, for fuck’s sake) drops open and he seems to almost choke on nothing.

He is very strange, Enjolras decides. But they have always liked the strange ones.

"My name is Enjolras," they say, extending a hand.

His eyes dart down to it and then back to Enjolras’ face, then back and forth again, and then once more before he seems to come to a decision.

"Grantaire," he says, encasing the proffered hand in both of his own.

Enjolras huffs a surprised, delighted laugh.

”Grantaire, grand ‘R’, c’est drôle,” they say with a smile.

Grantaire’s face scrunches in confusion, “Uhm? I don’t…are you laughing at my name? Because I will have you know, Ange-“

"Sorry, sorry, but it is a…play on…a pun! In French."

"Oh."

Another moment of silence between them.

”Posso offrirti un caffè," Grantaire says quickly, as though needing to get the words out before he talks himself out of it.

"I…coffee? I’m sorry, my speaking Italian is very limited," Enjolras says hopefully.

"Yes! Would you like to get coffee? With me?"

”Oui.”

——-

"Wait," Grantaire says over his mug, "you speak English, so that means you heard when I was…"

"Talking about my incredible cheekbones and defined jaw? Yes."

"Fuck, oh mio-“

”Tout à propos de vous est belle,” Enjolras says, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

Grantaire has no idea what he said, but can’t help blushing anyways.

——-

Enjolras gives Grantaire their ticket for the first flight out after the storm has cleared, making a show of writing his number in the booklet, and waves goodbye to him while telling Mother that yes, he will be back in Paris within a few days, and no, there were no earlier flights.