#COMBEFERRE AND HIS BOOKS I'M. WEAK

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Les Amis Talk About Their Least Favorite Foods | Amis Talk

Uploaded May 05, 2019

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Everyone else: I don’t like this food because I once had a bad experience with it.

Courfeyrac: Broccoli reminds me of a toilet brush and I refuse to engage with it.

Cosette: I’m vegetarian so I generally keep an open mind about new foods.

Also Cosette: Here’s an alphabetized list of every single food that I hate and why.

Feully is the only one in this video that deserves rights

I’ve never seen so many fully grown adults get upset over BROCCOLI

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Grantaire Makes Brownies | Les Amis De L'ABC

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Walk me through this: On try week Enjolras sung R's favorite song and now Grantaire is making brownies, Enjolras' favorite dessert. And you expect me to believe they’re not in love?! IM DUMB NOT BLIND

“Anyone who doesn’t like brownies is a monster” okay wow I feel attacked

OMG I'm living for Eponine going off on Montparnasse in the background, we love to see it

MCSCUSE ME DID GRANTAIRE SAY HE'S MAKING BROWNIES FOR A SPECIAL OCCASION??? WHEN THE FUCK IS ENJOLRAS' BIRTHDAY?????

Listen I’m not saying that Grantaire made this brownies specifically for Enjolras but… no wait that’s exactly what I’m saying

Grantaire: “Today I’m going to be making brownies”

Enjolras: “Oh my sweet lord”

It’s a crime that we didn’t get to see Enjolras react to this immaculate creation

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We Show You Our Favorite Room in Our Homes | Les Amis De L'ABC (From Home)

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Everyone else’s home: Normal, sleek, clean. Jehan’s home: Has 11 potted plants everywhere.

Someone please stop me I just spent twenty minutes crying bc Courf and Ferre and Enj live together

Okay why does everyone have such fancy houses when they live in Paris???

Unpopular opinion: Feuilly is by far the most relatable one

I totally didn’t cry when I realized this means Enjolras and Grantaire don’t live together. Yup. Totally. Didn’t cry AT ALL

Why is Cosette the most regal looking creature of all time?

Combeferre getting excited over his book collection is so cute OMG I love him so FUCKING much

1 Like = 1 investigator to know who tf is behind Joly's camera

Grantaire speaking italian gets me going like nothing else can

Shout out to Eponine for having a junk drawer like any other regular person

(Les Amis are youtubers AU)

HOW THE F*CK DID I MISS THIS THIS IS PERFECT I NEED HUNDREDS MORE

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Courfeyrac only ever heard Grantaire did it once, cooing in his soft, sweet and husky voice, and next thing he knew Enjolras had melted like a kitten. Things were not satiable for him as it escalated, so he would prefer not to be in presence of it the second time.

"Just a suave neat trick, guaranteed to pull your boyfriend's nose out of that book." Grantaire had smirked, looking cocky and victorious because of course he was right. "Guaranteed, Courfeyrac," he insisted.

So that night when Combeferre is still shoulder slumped and nose-deep in his textbooks fighting off sleep and wary with a third can of Red Bull, Courfeyrac thinks enough is enough.

He curls himself on Combeferre's bed and stares at his back for what feels like hours, until his gaze felt too intense it must have burnt holes into the back of Combeferre's head that he turned around with a soft smile, blinking.

"Hey." He offers, titls his head, "it's pretty late."

"Yeah 'Ferre, it is," echoes Courfeyrac, trying not to yawn. He fails, "Come sleep with me."

"Just another chapter."

"You said that twenty minutes ago."

"I meant it this time."

Courfeyrac knows Combeferre can be a pretty liar when he wants to, but as the clock ticking past three, his patience is really wearing thin. Finals week already got Combeferre working relentlessly and devastatingly sleep-deprived, he needs rest, whatever he gets to say about more revision and reviews and not being enough. He is more than enough, he is brilliant, Courfeyrac knows it.

And this brilliant man and his brilliant mind needs a rest.

"Combeferre."

He could see his boyfriend's back went straight up with cautions as he positively purrs. He tries again, and this time Combeferre goes stiff.

"Combeferreee." One more time, and he is certain he heard Combeferre almost groans.

"Fey I'm working. Just one more chapter, I promise."

When his boyfriend calls him Fey then something must have worked, so Courfeyrac rolled his tongue and remembers what Grantaire told him about turning on his charm. "Please, come on. I need you on this bed with me. The sheets are cold."

Combeferre is now reduced to only weak laughs, no left attention for his books and medical knowledge, "Really? Right now? When I'm high on energy drinks and would collapse before I can satisfy you?"

"Oh that does sound intriguing, not gonna lie, nothing's like some stress-relief sex before finals, but I would have tried that three hours ago when you weren't so worn out. But I didn't, because I'm the best boyfriend you could ask for and I would not pester you when you're busy being a sexy nerd."

Courfeyrac never fails with his words before, case in point, Combeferre is snickering, his laugh fond and warm and melodious despite his tiredness and nothing could make Courfeyrac giddier. His eyes gleam behind his glasses as he tips his chin at Courfeyrac, propping him to press forth with his intentions, because of course he gotta date the most intelligent man on earth who apparently knew his heart and everything else. So Courfeyrac does, pulls the best pair of puppy eyes he could manage and hugs the pillow tighter, challenges sweetly, "But I'll tempt you now, nonetheless."

"Oh?" Combeferre raises an eyebrow.

"I'll tempt you," he punctuates with a blink of huge doe eyes, sliding his feet off the bed to walk over and sling his arms around Combeferre, "to a real, real good time, on our comfy bed." A small peck on the cheek, "where I'll warm your blanket and your sheets." A kiss on the nose, "wrap you real tight in that woolen quilt I knit for you that you like so much." Now removed his glasses and leant down, just over those fluttering eyelash over tired eyes, "spoon you and hold you until my arm ache, and we can have a good eight. hour. sleep."

At that, Combeferre straightup groans. Groans, arms wound around Courfeyrac and buries his face to his boyfriend's shoulders, honest-to-God nuzzling. "God," He groans again, and Courfeyrac swoons on the spot, "fuck Fey that sounds so good."

"Doesn't it?" Wherever Grantaire is, he deserves all the love and gifts Courfeyrac is gonna shower him the next day. "Well?"

"Yes. Yes to all of that, god it sounds so good, eight-hour sleep, god Fey I could marry you."

"Good to know. Will put that bit in my proposal."

The rest of that tired night is salvaged with crackling laughter and a crash to the bed, and Courfeyrac does all he promised Combeferre, and because he's still, the best boyfriend in the whole world, he does not forget to turn on the alarm clock.