yep that’s exactly how it went
I’m a piece of shit
"Romeo And Juliet" Act I scene I
46. nanny/single parent au, Enjolras/Grantaire
Grantaire smiled at Enjolras when he came walking into the kitchen, looking about a billion times as stressed as he had when Grantaire had come over in the morning. For some strange reason, he still looked like a fucking model.
This really was one of the strangest jobs he’d ever had. Grantaire had taken care of a lot of kids in a lot of families, but he’d never met anyone who’d needed a nanny as much as Enjolras. Grantaire wasn’t sure how Enjolras had ended up being a single father, he just knew that his daughter was adopted and that being a single parent definitely wasn’t easy for him.
“I already put Julie to bed, we went to the playground and she was exhausted,” Grantaire told him. “There’s a plate with food in the microwave, all you have to do is heat it up and there are chocolate cookies in that box over there and I made sure that they’re actually edible.”
“Thank you,” Enjolras said, leaning against the counter with a sigh. “Sorry I was late. Again.”
“No problem at all,” Grantaire said with a shrug. Enjolras paid him well. Really well. In the beginning Grantaire had only taken on jobs as a nanny because he’d desperately needed the money and had had some experience with his sister’s kids, now he actually enjoyed it. Especially because Enjolras’ daughter was absolutely precious.
“What’s that?” Enjolras asked and picked up two sheets of paper from the counter.
“Oh, we were drawing pictures for you,” Grantaire said with a wink. “I drew one of her drawing one for you.”
Enjolras smiled a tired smile. “Thanks. For everything.”
“Sure thing. Okay, I’m gonna head home, I’ll be back tomorrow at seven, yeah?”
Enjolras nodded, looking like he was about to fall asleep right where he was standing. Grantaire knew that Enjolras was good at his job – he was a good lawyer who actually tried to help the people who really needed help, but that was quite obviously very exhausting and time-consuming.
“Hey,” Grantaire muttered and reached out to squeeze Enjolras’ shoulder. “Do you need anything? A cup of tea maybe? Or a hug?” They’d known each other for nearly a year, it probably wasn’t too soon to offer hugs.
“I’m okay,” Enjolras said. “Really, it was just a rough day.”
“Okay,” Grantaire said and nodded. He didn’t move, though, only watched Enjolras for a few more seconds. He really was a little worried about him.
“Really,” Enjolras insisted, smiling down at him. “I’m fine.”
“Okay,” Grantaire said again. Obviously he didn’t believe him, but that wasn’t why he still wasn’t moving. Enjolras was still looking down at him and Grantaire simply was unable to look away. He was aware of what happened when two people were staring at each other like this.
Grantaire knew that he should go. He should go right now. Grantaire cleared his throat noisily. “Well…”
“Actually,” Enjolras said lowly, “a hug would be nice.” He bit his lip. “If you don’t mind.”
“Sure, come here,” Grantaire said and pulled him into a hug, awkwardly rubbing his back.
“This is really unprofessional of me,” Enjolras mumbled. “I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Grantaire said, “really, it’s fine, everyone needs a hug every now and then.”
“Thanks,” Enjolras whispered and his arms came up to wrap around Grantaire’s waist and that was the exact moment that Grantaire knew that he was so, so fucked.
"Too many books?" I believe the phrase you’re looking for is "not enough bookshelves".
Makoto picking up Haruka every morning in Tokyo (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧
Makoto and Haruka going on dates in Tokyo (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧
Makoto and Haruka flirting in Tokyo (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧
Makoto confessing his feelings for Haruka in Tokyo (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧
Makoto and Haruka sharing their first kiss in Tokyo (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧
Makoto and Haruka in Tokyo (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧
Madara “Sensei, Nyanko, Nyangoro, Nyankichi, Ponta, Nyanta,Nyan-Nyan”
No but what if a soulmate tattoos AU is also a coffee shop AU?
and barista!R is incredibly embarrassed to have “I’ll have a venti peppermint mocha with no whipped cream and an extra espresso shot, please” in a pretty cursive font down his left forearm, and E just has “That so pretentious— I mean, coming right up, man” in tiny typewriter font letters on the inside of his right wrist