youleadmeaway asked: Maybe Jehan&Joly Truth or Dare? pleeeease :)
Oh but this could be so cute. Just imagine — Prouvaire and Joly playing truth or dare together. Joly asks for truth every time because his friends are vindictive assholes and he learned a long time ago never to trust them when it came to dares. Prouvaire keeps asking for truth and every time Joly wants to dare Jehan to kiss him but chickens out at the last moment, giving him desperate, barely thought out dares like, “I dare you to lick the cat” or “I dare you to drink milk straight from the carton.” Stupid things like that.
Joly keeps getting more and more flustered until, for one truth, Jehan asks patiently, “Do you want me to kiss you?” Joly turns beet red and nods quickly before stammering “truth or dare?” Jehan of course says dare, and before Joly can get the words out, has leaned in to kiss him.
When they resurface some time later, Joly complains, “I didn’t get a chance to give you your dare.”
Jehan says, “You’re right, you didn’t.”
Joly’s smile is sly as he says, “I dare you to do it again.”
crazygurl4994 asked: Combeferre/R handcuffed together (because I'm in a Combeferre mood atm and it seems like it would be funny)
Oh. OH. Oh.
Slow-burn, modern AU. Kind of a can’t really get along until they’re literally handcuffed together sort of a thing? And spending the night handcuffed together forces Combeferre to realize Grantaire’s dry wit and the massive amount of intelligence behind it, and it also forces Grantaire to realize that Combeferre isn’t just another Enjolras, that he laughs and jokes and is, above all, human. By the end of the night they’ve kissed and decided being handcuffed together isn’t so bad, and almost don’t want to be set free the following morning.
"You said you could escape from handcuffs,” Combeferre seethed, for the third time in as many minutes, his arm beginning to cramp from the odd angle he was holding it relative to Grantaire’s, due to the fact that they were, well, handcuffed together.
Grantaire sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead with his free hand. “I was bragging and I was drunk,” he said dryly. “Are you honestly telling me that you’ve never lied while drunk?”
"That’s hardly the point!" Combeferre snapped, waving his handcuffed arm uselessly. "I’m getting a crick in my neck and my arm is falling asleep all because you couldn’t keep your giant mouth shut!"
Rolling his eyes, Grantaire huffed, “Oh, here,” lacing their fingers together on their handcuffed hands, instantly alleviating the uncomfortable position Combeferre’s arm had been in, and despite himself, Combeferre blushed, Grantaire’s hand a surprisingly welcome weight in his. “Is that better?”
Combeferre nodded until he had regained speech and then said, in a voice far too highly pitched to be considered normal, “Yeah. Uh, yeah, that feels good. Thanks.”
"Don’t mention it," Grantaire muttered, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall, and Combeferre couldn’t help but stare but really, when had Grantaire’s eyelashes gotten that long?
Anonymous asked: HELLO LOVELY YOUR LES MIS SECRET SANTA HAS RETURNED WITH A BAG FULL OF LOVE AND GLITTER TO SHOWER DOWN UPON YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE WONDERFUL AND WONDERFUL PEOPLE GET WONDERFUL THINGS. I HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT DAY AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY TOMORROW AND I HOPE THE DAY AFTER THAT IS GREAT, TOO. (also if you haven't seen pictures of aaron tveit bartending i highly suggest you look into that)
HELLO LES MIS SECRET SANTA!!
Thank you so much! I appreciate the bag full of love and glitter so very much <3 I also sincerely hope that your today and tomorrow and the day after is wonderful, because you deserve it as well, Nonny!!
I HAVE seen the pictures of Aaron Tveit bartending (I assume you mean at the Stockings for Care event). He looked good, very eager to be bartending, the sweetie. Of course, I’m watching the poof levels of his hair with great interest because 1) I have a thing about hair (*cough* hair kink *cough*); and 2) his hair was short at the end of last season of Graceland, and I’m intrigued if he’s going to have to cut it again for the beginning of season 2 or if some time is supposed to have passed.
Yes, these are the things I think about. Sigh.
Seriously, thanks Nonny!! I look forward to talking to you again tomorrow!!
besanii asked: E/R sharing a bed? :D (sorry to hear writing isn't going well *hugs*)
It’s fine, really. Just my own neuroses, mostly. But thank you!!
That being said, I may actually be incorporating part of this into my fic for tonight, so consider this a preview and/or work in progress (spoiler alert).
The scene: a cold winter’s night.
The AU: Modern because I don’t have time to write canon-era dialogue tonight.
The relationship: developing
The plot: Grantaire stops by Enjolras’s apartment to drop off some pamphlets or something similar. While there, he gets into a friendly debate with Enjolras. As he does, it starts snowing outside, and Grantaire, of course, is loathe to leave the warmth of Enjolras’s apartment for the cold loneliness of his own. Enjolras suggests that Grantaire stays. Grantaire is agog and aghast (heh). Tries to brush Enjolras off. Enjolras insists he should stay. Grantaire reluctantly agrees, but says that he’s sleeping on the couch. Enjolras says that the bed is big enough for both of them, and that with the weather dropping to a dangerously low temperature, it makes sense to just share. Grantaire flat out stares at him and asks in what he hopes is a joking tone, “Are you trying to seduce me?”
Enjolras cocks his head slightly and bites his lip nervously and is like, “…yes?”
Grantaire kisses him but both men are exhausted and it is really cold outside, so they basically just snuggle in Enjolras’s bed under every blanket that he owns. And then the following happens:
Grantaire snuggled in closer to Enjolras, nuzzling against the juncture between his neck and shoulder. “You know,” he muttered sleepily, “when I pictured something like this happening, I can’t say I imagined it quite like this.”
Enjolras laughed softly. “Well then, what did you imagine it as?”
"You know the song ‘Baby it’s Cold Outside’? Pretty much like that, only I was playing more of the guy’s part instead of the girl’s."
Stiffening slightly, Enjolras told Grantaire in a low, warning voice, “You do realize that song is essentially about date rape. That’s what you imagined?”
Grantaire huffed a laugh and leaned up to kiss Enjolras. “Of course not. I just mean I always thought it would be me trying to convince you to stay the night with me.”
"By plying me with alcohol?" Enjolras asked, though his tone had relaxed to be slightly teasing.
Laughing, Grantaire propped himself up on his elbow so he could see Enjolras. “Of course not. I was going to seduce you with such charming lines as, ‘This way I can keep heating costs to a minimum and use my money for better purposes.’”
Enjolras blushed and growled low in his throat, rolling over so that he was pinning Grantaire to the bed and kissing him deeply. “Shut up,” he told him, a little breathlessly. “It worked, didn’t it?”
Grantaire kissed Enjolras back. “Yeah, but I was an easy target. It would taken more than that to seduce you.”
"Which is where I assume the plying me with alcohol would have come in?"
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Grantaire warned Enjolras, “Keep it up and I’m going to leave. And then you’ll have to spend the money on heating.”
Enjolras laughed and kissed from Grantaire’s lips down his jaw and neck to bite down possessively. “Yeah. Good luck with that.”
Pick a trope from this list and provide a fandom/pairing and I’ll tell you something about the story I’d write for that combination (i.e. write a snippet from the story or write not!fic or tell you the title and summary for the story I would write)
- pretending to be married/fake dating
- high school/college AU
- handcuffed together
- next-door neighbors AU
- secretly a virgin
- be careful what you wish for
- accidental baby acquisition
- truth or dare
- sharing a bed
- road trip
- groundhog’s day/time travel
- curtain fic/domestic fic
I really need to find something far more reliable upon which to base my self-worth.