#ponine

ponine just dying and she’s like

yeah I’ll be gone but the rain will make the flowers grow and the world will be prettier because of it

like no I refuse

she’s my favorite person

she does NOT deserve this

Hello, lovelies! I went to my friend’s house and we watched Les Mis and I was struck with inspiration. So I wrote a thing. I spent a while on this one, so I hope you like it! I do.

Description: You've begun to fall for someone in your study group. College AU.

Requested: No

Word Count: 940

Warnings: Bit of self-deprecation at the end, I’m posting this at midnight so probably some grammar errors

Date Posted: 6/24/2019

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You were beat. College was hard. I mean, you knew it was going to be, but you had no idea it would be like this. You had stayed up all night finishing an assignment again, and you were exhausted. You wanted to stay in bed all day, but between classes and convincing your friends you were fine, there was no time. You gazed at your figure in the mirror. You had half-successfully covered up the bags under your eyes and no longer looked like you had just been crying. That was a good sign. You slipped on your cardigan and put on your boots. Your backpack felt like it was filled with bricks. That meant the book you were doing a report on was in it. Les Misérables was almost as heavy as your debt.

You arrived at The Musain Café and put on a smile. Ponine rolled her eyes at your lateness, but you were too tired to retaliate. Enjolras smiled at you as you sat down next to him. His cheeks were a light shade of pink, probably from the cold, and he looked cute. Your own cheeks flushed at the thought, so you decided to distract yourself. The group chatted about your classes and ordered coffee. You gulped yours down in traditional college student style.

“Someone’s tired,” Grantaire smirked.

“Aren’t we all?” You responded. The group nodded in agreement.

Soon enough the café was quiet, and everyone was working. After about an hour of reading and taking notes on the actions that Jackman took and the consequences they had on Anne’s life, the energy the coffee had given you was burnt out. You wanted to order another but didn’t want to break the silence. Just wait until someone else orders, or when the waitress asks if you want a refill. Then it wouldn't be awkward. You tried to focus on the pages in front of you, it was supposed to be an exciting scene after all, but your brain refused to function. You had read the book before and wanted to skip to when Aaron came in. You ended up thinking about him instead of the battle between Russel and Jackman.

You were sitting on a park bench next to Enj.

“(Y/N), can you go through one conversation without making it about a musical?” he laughed. You opened your mouth to make a reference, but he cut you off. “I’m warning you (Y/N/N).”

“I think I’ve got a crush! I can’t, I think I’m falling for him.” Enjolras stood up to leave. “Oh no,”

You chased after him and latched to his back. He turned to face you and pressed his lips t-

You woke up to the book being taken out of your hands.

“The frick?” you rubbed your eyes and glanced around at the empty chairs and tables.

“You fell asleep. I didn’t want you losing your page.” He put a bookmark in-between the pages and closed the book.

“Thanks for not folding it,” you muttered, still sleepy. “What time is it?”

“8:46. You look like you haven’t slept in ages. I’m driving you home.”

“You really don’t have to, I can walk.”

“I want to, it’s really no trouble!”

You sighed in defeat and packed your bag.

“What were you dreaming about anyway? You looked happy.” He asked now that you were in the car.

“You wouldn’t get it,” you smiled sadly.

“Try me.”

“I don’t know. It was kind of like this, I guess. I was with this guy.” He raised his eyebrows and smirked. “We were talking, just talking. It was nice. He’s really important to me. I mean like, he doesn’t notice me, and yet he’s so welcoming and friendly, and he’s made this past month so much easier. And I think he understood that! In the dream, I mean. He has no idea here. And-“ you realized you were rambling and your face got hot.

“Look, (Y/N). We all know you love Dan Howell.”

“No!” you shrieked as he laughed. “I’ll have you know; I was talking about a real, non-Youtuber person!” He looked at you and you panicked. “It’s not like it matters. He doesn’t even notice me. I mean, everyone flocks to him. He wouldn’t choose me.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure.”

“Really? I‘m just the English major who can’t even stay awake for study night! I can’t function without coffee. I can’t fall asleep at night. I procrastinate. I talk too little until I say too much! I ramble. And he listens! I mean, he’s so amazing and empathetic. He’ll listen to you talk for ages just because he likes seeing people passionate! He sticks up for what he believes in and never backs down. He’s charming and kind. He’s been an amazing friend and,” you put your head in your hands and groaned. “I like him a lot, Enj.”

“I need to meet him and see if he’s worth your time. I’m not letting you waste away for a piece of trash.”

“It doesn’t matter since he doesn’t like me.” He looked at you expectantly. Sighing in defeat, you opened your phone. “I’ll show you a picture of him if it matters so much to you.”

Now or never. You thought to yourself as you pulled up a selfie of the two of you. You handed your phone to him.

He glanced at the screen. “(Y/N/N), this is just a photo of us.”

You nodded and looked at your hands.

“(Y/N/N), you undermine yourself. Wanna get coffee sometime? Like, on a date?”

“Sure.” You smiled.

Comments are nice!

yeah, definitely, so am i

Les Amis Series (Part 8): Eponine