#text message fanfiction

[shypen]

ㅤ — ༿ີ۪۪  ͏ ͏ 𝓹ic? ⠀⠀𓋜‎ 𝓟JS

𝓼ypnosis . text messaging with ur bf jay !! ✧‎ ‎ ㅤ 𝓹airings . boyfriend!jay x female!reader 74

𝓬ontains . mentions of smut but no smut , this is just a drabble so its short !!

req status . taking rqs!!

note . reminder everything here is FICTIONAL, meaning NOTHING HERE IS REAL!! these things never happened. | this is a DRABBLE, so its very shortt !!

MINORS DNI

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guitar lover 🎸❤️

y/;n

you

thats not how u spell my name but whateevr

what is it jongseong

guitar lover 🎸❤️

cwn you sehdn me a pic of yuo liek rijt nwo plz

you

HELPP YOUR SPELLING

wait why is your spellng so bad rn.

guitar lover 🎸❤️

wyh do u wnana nkow

you

why are you avoiding the question.

guitar lover 🎸❤️

i am nto aovidujg it

sedn it now pkz

you

is ur other hand occupied or smn lol

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WAIR PARK JONGSEONG

note . this was kinda 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 😳😳 but whatever. if you like this pls REBLOG with tags and commentary ♡ ♡ ty for reading lovliiii

𝓽aglist . @whispvrr

[jasscheeks]

how they text…

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when they’re jealous.

pairings: gojo, geto, choso, megumi, itadori, yuuta, toji, sukuna x reader

warnings: wife is used in toji’s, for the most part everything is gender neutral, its literally just communication with yuji

these are fun to make ngl

masterlist | ao3

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thanks for reading!!

[pinkssluv]

Bf! Chris Sturniolo x reader messages (9) -> (10)

I found this fully planned convo in my notes app & totally forgot abt it so double Chris update !!

[jakesangel]

1 💢 i’m sure he looks fine as hell under his hoodie - ouch my head smau

synopsis : when y/n almost gets hit by a random hot basketball player who happens to have a huge crush on her

pairing : loser desperate jake x hot 'meanie' reader aka black cat gf x golden retriever bf

warning : they are all in college so will have college humor w sex jokes n kms/kys jokes

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notes : here we go >0< !! a new smau ᵎᵎ been wanting to do one forever it didn't have any idea, i do hope this one will be better than my previous one <3 reminder reblog wiht comment are highly recommend, i love seeing you all reactions >.<

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[starshinegarcia]

do you guys remember when that one guy opened the door and said that spencer looks like a pipe cleaner with eyes? i think abt that daily

[sturniology]

bsf! text msgs w matt sturniolo x fem!reader

part 11 -> part 10

WARNING : ??

oh nooo !! 😱😱 why did she block matt ?? 😳😳 stay tuned to find out ! 😆😁

(help)

[quoththemaiden]

A short (~1k) scene inspired by Chapter 9 of @mrghostrat's absolutely glorious Big Name Feelings human AU fic. Hope you like arms?

"C'mon, angel, not even gonna crack a smile at that one? Whales, get it? Whales."

Aziraphale felt like his cheeks were on fire from trying to keep a straight face at Crowley's increasingly terrible puns. "I would hate to tacitly encourage this behavior."

"Pfft, you love it." Crowley grinned at him, far past being undaunted and fully into the realm of being energized by Aziraphale's failed attempts at stoicism.

"You're utterly ridiculous." Aziraphale didn't even bother trying to make it sound like an insult, and the half of the screen taken up by his webcam made it clear his cheeks were as pink as they felt. "And I can't help but feel like you're stalling. Hadn't we agreed to be actually productive today?" Aziraphale didn't mind, really; he did want to keep making steady progress on his art, but if his life could consist of coming home from work and just unwinding with Crowley...

...but, well, that wasn't the purpose of this call.

Crowley groaned. "Yeah, yeah. What a taskmaster."

"It is my job to protect you from rabid fans, after all," Aziraphale teased right back.

"O Brave Guardian, protect me from procrastination!"

"That sounds rather harder than a dragon, I'm afraid. But if you don't get to work, I won't be able to work either, and then you won't get to see the finished piece."

"Urk—" Crowley made a strangled noise and finally reached for his mouse. "You'll actually be working on it?"

Aziraphale nodded before adjusting his webcam to show his tablet a bit more. "I really need to get more practice with this, to get half as confident as I am with physical paints."

"I've seen the drawings you've done! They're fucking brilliant."

Aziraphale laughed. "You've said that about everything I've shown you. I'm starting to think I should send you some stick figures as a test."

"Those would be the most adorable fucking stick figures ever. You could draw a whole comic of just stick figures and I'd reblog it a hundred times."

"That's about what I'd expect you to say, yes." Crowley opened his mouth to protest that his compliments were always earnest, and Aziraphale cut him off. "Weren't you going to start writing?"

"Ngghh, right, yeah. Alright, lemme just pull up my docs and then we'll get started bodydoubling for real." Crowley clicked over to screenshare his window as he opened his fic notes. He'd long since stopped hiding anything from Aziraphale; getting to bounce ideas off of him was too invigorating, and his heart always sang at getting to write down his name with official beta credit. (He'd also long since stopped pretending to himself that he'd ever felt quite the same way about any other beta.)

"Good lord." Aziraphale sounded more than faintly appalled, and Crowley felt offended for a moment before taking a proper look at what was on his screen. It was currently showing the notes he'd made at 3 AM this morning, when he'd woken up from a dream and jotted down what had, at the time, felt like a brilliant scene. As always, he'd had his eyes mostly-closed the whole time and his swipes had been clumsy at best, but as long as it got the general point across, he was always satisfied. It only wound up being a usable scene about half the time, but he wasn't about to turn down free inspiration when he could get it. He quickly read through the imagery he'd written down.

They switch rolled over and opened their eyes. In the still morning sunlight they could set the witchfinder still sleeping cloudy enough to touch: his head ears cradled on his arms, the  misos slack with sleep but still clearly there under surface. The words knew from experience that if he were awakened stable the strength would flour back into them in an instant ray for a fight. The wishes couldn't help but think odd other things they might but tray for as well

Crowley paled. "I— that—"

"I mean, it's. Well. It's rather avant-garde."

Crowley froze. "I, uh—"

"'The misos?' And 'flour?'"

Crowley stuttered out of his bluescreen and hastily opened another tab, the screenshare automatically switching over. Aziraphale had read it, but he clearly hadn't actually understood it. As long as he didn't give him enough time to crack the cipher that was 3 AM notetaking, Crowley could bluff his way through it. "Zuh. Yeah. Wrote that down in the middle of the night when I got an idea of where I wanted to start the next scene off."

"And you could recognize any of that?" The camera jostled a little as Aziraphale shook his head. "I suppose I wouldn't do any better if I tried sketching out an idea in the dark." He picked up his stylus and started doodling simple shapes, warming up and re-acclimatizing himself to the responsiveness of the device. He was still getting used to the new medium, but he was finally starting to see a path forward to making a digital art style that felt authentically his own.

"Yessss." Crowley bit his tongue to cut off the guilty hissing. It definitely didn't help that the webcam was doing a very awkward job of catching the tablet screen but showed a very distracting hint of Aziraphale's forearms. The forearms he had, at 3 AM, apparently woken up from a dream about and been so inspired by that he'd felt the need to immortalize them in fanfiction.

"Well, I shall be interested in seeing how that gets transformed into comprehensible English."

"Right, definitely." Crowley was typing gibberish and backspacing over it quickly, more to hide how much attention he was having to devote to this conversation than out of an actual need to warm up his fingers. "Right, definitely focusing on writing now!"

Aziraphale laughed as he cleared his tablet screen and pulled up his WIP, shifting into concentration mode himself. He did enjoy the early days they had spent where their hours of "bodydoubling" were really nothing more than talking and laughing together, but being able to be quietly productive with someone else, knowing they were there with you without needing to be in the same room, that they were sharing your same wavelength without needing to say a word... that simple sense of togetherness brought with it such a deep feeling of comfort that he thought it might be an even more profound, longer-lasting sense of joy than their early days of giddy laughter had given. The strokes of his stylus turned smoother and more confident as he got into the flow, his eyes focused on his own screen and only vaguely aware of the lines of text growing across Crowley's.

Eventually, Crowley calmed down as well, and the text growing on his screen even started to make sense. And he made sure it had absolutely nothing to do with forearms.

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Translation of the deleted 3 AM scene:

The witch rolled over and opened their eyes. In the early morning sunlight, they could see the witchfinder still sleeping close enough to touch. His head was cradled on his arms, the muscles slack with sleep but still clearly there under the surface. The witch knew from experience that if he were awakened, the strength would flow back into them in an instant, ready for a fight. The witch couldn't help but think of other things they might be ready for as well.

[kitcatrr]

KISS ME! #6

Jake Sim socmed AU

pairing: Jake x afab! reader

genre: fluff

There's a written part in this one

wc: 2.5k

You picked Danielle up at her house for the music fest.

"Dani come in!" you say to Danielle, standing in front of her porch. She gets in your car and starts blasting music (i hc danielle would be a swiftie idk)

"Oh yeah! that's my jam, dani!" you squeal as Danielle played 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' by Cyndi Lauper on your phone. "You look great!" Danielle said as she looks at your outfit. Wearing a white sun dress with ribbons as straps, along with bows on your half pigtails. You did feel pretty. "Says you!" you said back to Danielle.

"Some boys take a beautiful girl and hides her away from the rest of the world, I wanna be the ine to walk in the sun! Oh girls just wanna have fuuuuuunnn" you and Danielle sang as you drive your car on the highway. "This is so fun!" you laughed. "I know!" Danielle said back, teeth showing as she smiled. "So..." she trails off; "So...?" you ask back. "How are you guys?" Danielle asks with a smirk. "Who..?" you knew who she was talking about, of couse; Jake. Who else could it be? "Jake?? You guys talk alot, no?" She asks. "Mmm yea but i think he thinks I'm weird." you said back.

"What? What do you mean? You always post screenshots on your twitter, you also sent them to us. I'm actually getting sick of it." She laughs. "Well yea, but.. argh I don't know." You responded.

You focused on the road, having Danielle help you to read the gps. Both of you were singing and jamming along to your playlist. You felt adrenaline build up inside of you, excited to see the fest, and Jake of course.

"Aaaaand we're here!" you said while parking your car. You and Danielle walked hand in hand to the front row. "Thank God we're early" Danielle said. "Yea, otherwise we can't get the very front" you laughed. "Oh be so for real. We all know who you're planning to see this close up." She nudges you playfully. "Oh shut up." you nudge her back.

A few minutes passed, the previous empty pit is now full with people. Laughs and cheers fill the surrounding, crowding the area. 2 people walk on stage who appear to be the MC's. "Hello everyone! my name is Wonyoung!" the tall girl said. "And I'm Jungwon!" the other boy said. "And we are your MC's for today! Welcome to Wonderfest!" they exclaimed. The crowd starts to cheer, excited for the fest to begin. After the Wonyoung and Jungwon did their whole MC thing, they exited the stage. The lights began to dim; The jumbotron showed numbers, counting down for the fest to start.

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

The crowd goes wild as 5 boys walk out to the stage. You could feel your heart racing, seeing the boy you're head over heels on. His hair is shining, reflecting the sun; His skin, glowing and a bit tan; His face looks ecstatic as he picks up his electric guitar. His eyes wandered through the crowd as if he's looking for someone; Then, his angel eyes met yours. You could swear everything around was in slo-mo when he smiled at you.

Jake strums a chord on his guitar, checking if it sounds right. To you, anything sounds good if it's from him. Jake then starts playing a song, one of your favourite songs.

Kiss Me by Sixpence none the richer. You would do that– you would kiss him right now. Heeseung hits the hi-hat and bass drum to the rhythm, Sunghoon following along with the bass. Your eyes were basically heart shaped with the way you look at them, especially Jake. He strums his guitar, then looks at you while singing the first verse of the song; "Kiss me out of the bearded barley, nightly beside the green green grass" he sings— And you wanted to do just that. You wanted to kiss him, right there and now. The way his voice whispers heaven in your ear sounds angelic. His lips worded each lyric just right. His little Australian accent peeked through some words, you thought it was cute. His head nods to the beat Heeseung was drumming; Jay was also playing the guitar, Sunghoon was on the bass; Riki was playing notes on the keyboard; Their whole band played nothing but harmony.

The way Jake dances and taps his feet on the stage to the rhythm made your eyes go star struck. The crowd were singing along with them too. "I bet he chose this song just for you" Danielle looks at you with a grin. "I wish" you look back at her laughing. "No seriously, with the way things have been acting? He's making it go so fast, he's basically confessing to you with this song right now." Danielle adds. "Dani stop making theories" you roll your eyes playfully at her.

"Kiss me beneath the milky twilight, lead me out on the moonlit floor" Jake sings. "Lift your open hands, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling..." He sang out.

"So kiss me" you sang out the words, looking at him as he does the same. He looks at you while smiling, even waving a hand at you. You wave back of course; You didn't even notice Danielle was recording you. You watch as Jay starts doing his guitar solo at the bridge, Jake then runs across the stage to hype up the crowd while singing. It was wild. You screamed loud just like how the rest of the audience did; This moment felt unreal— you thought to yourself.

Just then, after they finished performing the song, Jake reaches in his pocket to take something out. He jumped down the stage and reached his hands over the railing that seperated the crowd and handed you a paper ring. It had a red heart on it. Jake gave you a paper ring. "Sorry, it's just a small gift I made for you- I know it's not a lot-"

"I love it." you cut him off. He smiled at you and hopped back on the stage to continue performing more songs. The crowd went wild seeing what just happened. They started cheering for you and Jake.

The night was young, but the fest had ended already. The sky was going dark, so you and Danielle decided to go home– after eating some cheesy corn dogs.

"I had a great time, thanks for having me go to the fest with you." Danielle said to you before heading back in her house. "You're welcome babes" you blow a kiss to her. "See you soon! I hope the others can make time to hang out, I miss doing that with you guys" you pouted. "Me too, okay bye!" Danielle waved, opening the door and headed inside her house.

That night, you drove home with a paper ring on your right hand ring finger, pink tinted on your cheeks.can make time to hang out, I miss doing that with you guys" you pouted. "Me too, okay bye!" Danielle waved, opening the door and headed inside her house.

That night, you drove home with a paper ring on your right hand ring finger, pink tinted on your cheeks.

Note: this was supposed to be uploaded earlier but i procrastinated 💀💀

[simp-for-long-hair]

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some more fanfic postage stamps ♡

• hanahaki disease • time travel • royalty au • idiots in love • academic rivals • found family • slice of life • secret relationship • mutual pining •

Pt.1

[everyday-is-uncle-day]

Jamie being Jamie starts a text blast (to all his fellow Greyhound Players EXCEPT Zava) when Roy starts training him individually. His observations, bets and predictions about Roy’s mood for the day.

[roseanddagger-28]

text messages 26

Louis: So you're on a boat in Italy? Harry: You're on a lounge chair by the pool? Louis: Yeah Harry: So are you coming back to bed? Louis: Obviously

[anxiously-sidequesting]

Wait so I know technology exists in the Spiral but like does Wizard City have phones. Like do our Wizards have any type of device of communication on them at all. Like how the fuck are we able to like know when anybody from out of our location needs us how do our notifications work. Is there like a Homing Pigeon System being funded somewhere or

[jasscheeks]

how they would…

send you gifts. <3

pairings: gojo, geto, nanami x f!reader

a few months late but i’m going insane watching the shibuya incident rn, i’ve officially lost it like actually.

SPOILERS: why tf are all the hot people dying, aka my men.

jjk is like aot meets hxh meets devilman crybaby

warnings: no warnings bc everyone is alive and well and eating their favorite foods or reading their favorite books, 18+ on some parts

don’t mind the timestamps, this idea came to me at 4 in the morning 🤞🏽

megumi, itadori, and yuuta ver. ->

thank you for reading! please reblog!!

megumi, itadori, and yuuta in pt. 2 ->

[pinkssluv]

Toxic ! Matt Sturniolo X Reader (2)

[jakesangel]

୨15୧ mission successfully achieved - just bestfriend ? smau

when jake n y/n, long time best friend, are known for being platonic soulmate or at least both being really oblivious to each other feelings. n it can only get complicated when a new student starts to flirts w y/n

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note : there is one or two chapters left, because we all want to know what the results are n organs something else but idk want to spoil >.<

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[kjack89]

Two Sides to Every Story

Just a little modern AU E/R fluff for a Sunday night.

The Musain August 18, 2023 10:15am

“God, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hungover,” Bossuet groaned as he pulled open the door to the Musain, automatically taking a step back to let Joly in first.

Joly just laughed. “You say that every weekend,” he pointed out. “Which means there’s probably a lesson in there about hanging out with Grantaire and its long-term effect on our livers.”

Bossuet just grunted an acknowledgement. “Right, so, you get the drinks, and I’ll find Grantaire?” he suggested.

“Perfect.”

It wasn’t like Grantaire was hard to spot by any stretch of the imagination, but there was a greater than passing chance that he hadn’t made it in yet, or had fallen asleep in the back room, or was emptying his stomach in the bathroom. 

But worse, to Bossuet’s immediate irritation, Grantaire was awake, seemingly hangover-free, and on the phone. He gave Bossuet a wave when he saw him, but didn’t hang up. “Yeah, no, I totally get it,” he said, his tone making it entirely obvious who he was talking to, which only made Bossuet’s irritation grow. “Takeout’s fine, you know me, I’m flexible.” He winked at Bossuet, who rolled his eyes. “In more ways than one.”

“No, no, don’t mind me, I’ll just sit here listening to you badly propositioning your boyfriend,” Bossuet grumbled, though despite his irritation and raging hangover, he didn’t quite sound as sour as he had intended. Probably because he had been wanting this for Grantaire for, like, ever, and at the end of the day, he was a bit of a softie. “Tell Enjolras I say hi.”

“Bossuet says hi,” Grantaire said dutifully, his smile widening at whatever Enjolras said in response. Then he straightened, his smile fading, just slightly. “Oh, sure. Love you.”

He paused, and Bossuet glanced at him, wondering what Enjolras was saying in response to that. After all, it’s not like the man was renowned for his sentimental side—

“Nuh-uh,” Grantaire said, his grin back in full force. “I love you more.”

Turns out when Bossuet was wrong, he was really wrong.

“No, I love you more.”

Bossuet rolled his eyes again, glancing around to see if Joly was on his way with the drinks to rescue him from having to listen to this.

“No, you hang up first.” Grantaire laughed at whatever Enjolras said. “I love you, talk to you tonight.”

He hung up and grinned that same stupid, dopey grin at Bossuet, who just gave him a withering look. “You two are revolting. You know that, right?”

“And here I thought you believed in true love,” Grantaire said innocently, snickering and dodging Bossuet’s half-hearted attempt to sock him in the arm. 

His phone buzzed on the table and he reached for it, but Bossuet beat him to it, picking it up and glancing down at the screen to read the text. “From Enjolras,” he read out loud. “I love you the most.”

He mimed throwing up while Grantaire wrestled his phone back from him, laughing. Joly arched an eyebrow as he carried their drinks over to the table. “Do I even want to know?”

“No,” Bossuet and Grantaire said at the same time.

City Hall 10:15am

“Anyway, this is our third meeting with the Civilian Office of Police Accountability, and needless to say, we’re getting nowhere,” Enjolras said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he glanced down the hallway. “And I know tonight’s supposed to be date night, but I was hoping I could talk you into takeout at my place instead.”

“Yeah, no, I totally get it,” Grantaire said immediately, and Enjolras let out a breath he didn’t even realize he’d been holding. Of course, he’d really had no reason to be worried – this thing with Grantaire was easy in a way that Enjolras had never allowed himself to believe a relationship could be. As easy and as perfect as Enjolras had hoped it would be when he finally let himself admit what seemingly everyone else had already put together on their own. “Takeout’s fine, you know me, I’m flexible.” Enjolras preemptively rolled his eyes, already knowing what was coming by the smirk he heard in Grantaire’s voice. “In more ways than one.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Enjolras said dryly.

Grantaire’s grin sounded particularly self-satisfied when he said, “Bossuet says hi.”

“And Combeferre’s on his way here, so once he arrives, we’ll have ourselves a quorum.” The secretary poked her head out into the hallway and gestured at him, and Enjolras sighed. “Shit, I gotta go. Honestly, I’m tempted to just offer to withdraw the complaint against the department as a whole if it mean they’d actually do fuck all about the officers involved. Anyway, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Oh, sure,” Grantaire said, much more seriously than before. “I love you.”

Enjolras glanced over as the elevator doors dinged and Combeferre got off. “Uh-huh, you as well,” he said, a little distractedly, because Combeferre looked particularly grim, and Enjolras had a feeling he wasn’t going to like where this conversation was headed.

“Nuh-uh, I love you more.”

“Right,” Enjolras said blankly, tempted to ask if Grantaire was having a stroke. “Anyway—”

“No, I love you more.”

Enjolras’s eyes narrowed at Grantaire’s slightly gleeful tone. He might not have the slightest idea what Grantaire was doing, but judging by his tone, Grantaire sure did. “We’ll continue this conversation later—” he started warningly.

“No, you hang up first.”

“—no matter how fascinating this display of justification for homicide may be.”

Grantaire had the nerve to laugh. “I love you. Talk to you tonight.”

Enjolras hung up and forced a grimace masquerading as a smile at Combeferre. “You look like you have good news,” he said.

Combeferre just shook his head. “Dare I ask what that was?” he said mildly.

“Absolutely not,” Enjolras said firmly, typing a quick text to Grantaire: I love you the most. “So what’s going on that makes you look like someone’s died?”

“The mayor picked a new police superintendent,” Combeferre said, and Enjolras paused in the middle of composing his follow-up text.

“Well, that’s…” He trailed off, realization hitting. “Meaning COPA’s going to want to delay this until the superintendent gets approved by the Council and sworn in.”

Combeferre nodded. “Most likely.”

Something I want you to remember when I kill you with my bare hands tonight.

Enjolras clicked send on the second text before looking back at Combeferre. “Then in that case, fuck ‘em.”

Combeferre blinked. “Fuck ‘em?” he repeated, more intrigued than concerned. “Dare I ask what precisely you mean by that?”

“I mean fuck ‘em,” Enjolras said. “They’ve been trying to keep this quiet but if all they want to do is obfuscate and delay, let them. They’re not allowed to speak to the press about ongoing investigations, but we sure as fuck can.”

Combeferre nodded slowly. “You want to threaten to go to the press if they won’t move the investigation along.”

Enjolras’s phone dinged and he glanced down at it automatically. You said you were tempted to withdraw the complaint, the text from Grantaire said. Bet you’re not nearly so tempted now.

Enjolras felt a sharp smile stretch across his face. “Well played,” he murmured, so that Combeferre couldn’t quite hear him. “And no, I don’t want to threaten. I want us to do it. We’ll hold a press conference this afternoon, share everything we have. Should make for a nice little mess for the newly minted superintendent to deal with when he starts.”

The hint of a smile played at the corners of Combeferre’s mouth. “Burn it all to the ground,” he said.

Enjolras just shrugged. “Well, since Courfeyrac couldn’t make this meeting, someone’s gotta do it.”

Combeferre’s smile widened, and he gestured for Enjolras to lead the way. “By all means, don’t let me stop you.”

Enjolras grinned as he glanced down at his phone and another text from Grantaire: You still going to kill me?

Jury’s still out, Enjolras sent back, hesitating before adding, But we’ve landed on a strategy of fuck ‘em and burn it all to the ground, so the odds look in your favor.

You’re welcome, Grantaire sent back, and Enjolras rolled his eyes.

If that’s your way of fishing for gratitude, good luck with that. He paused before adding, I love you.

A moment later, just as the secretary was letting them into the office for their meeting, Grantaire responded: Uh-huh, you as well ;)

Enjolras just rolled his eyes as he slipped his phone into his pocket, though he couldn’t help but smile.