but i don't apologise for it bc look at that face

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anonymous asked:

u know what I'm like weirdly kinda into?? The AU that enjolras and cosette are siblings bc ???? idek why but I just do?? And if u feel the same way could u pretty please write some HCs or smth about this AU?? Hehe ❤️ only if you are tho!! If u aren't really into this you don't have to!!❤️

Enjolras was born a few years before Cosette, and Tholomyès had a nurse look after him in some out of the way garret to avoid… embarrassment.

But then when he leaves Fantine, she’s left to take care of both children on her own.

They’re left with the Thénardiers, who mistreat Enjolras just as badly. He’s something of an errand boy to them, but he’s far more defiant than Cosette, and stands up for his little sister most of the time. She can remember so many nights when her brother pushed her behind him and shouted at Madame Thénardier to leave her alone, red in the face and going toe to toe with the giant of a woman.

And so many nights when Enjolras holds her and strokes her hair and promises that their Mama will come back for them, someday.

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i also donut know what to think of this and i still want a donut

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anonymous asked:

oh can you do a prompt where like ali and never met before and like one day at school emily accidentaly bumps and spills whatever drink she has on ali and ali being all mad until she sees emilys beautiful face then you can take from there:)

She never expected high school to be quite so…big.

Sure, she’d been there already to check the place out before she started on an open day, but that was nothing compared to it now, bustling with life as kids rush to catch up with friends after the summer break, and it just kind of… takes her aback.

But it’s kind of cool, she supposes – maybe she’ll fit in here better than she did at her elementary school.

Maybe.

She yanks the strap of her bag higher up on her shoulder and heads to find her locker (or towards where she hopes she’ll find her locker), before her first period, math (where people seriously cruel enough to make math the first class of the year for freshmen?).

She’s too busy looking all around her, taking everything in, to be paying much attention to what’s going on in-front of her – so when she slams into something solid the air in her lungs leaves her lips as a startled gasp, and she nearly tumbles to the floor.

She’s mortified when she realizes what she’s done – she sees a gorgeous blonde standing in-front of her (she can barely form a coherent thought, when she looks in her in the eye – which are a breath-taking shade of ocean blue), the front of her shift soaked through from the bottle of water she was holding.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going!” The blonde snaps, looking down at her shirt – Emily quickly averts her gaze when she realizes that it’s white and quickly going see-through, and she rushes to apologise because god she feels awful and this is not the good start to her high school life that she’d wanted.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to - ” She cuts herself when the blonde’s head lifts to glare at her, stunned into silence both by the anger on her face (terrified she’s going to get yelled at), and just the sheer feeling of having those eyes on her. “S-sorry.”

The girl doesn’t say anything, just looks at her with an unreadable expression on her face, and Emily nearly quails under her gaze, wants to turn and run away with her tail tucked between her legs but there’s just something about this girl that makes her think that she wouldn’t be able to walk away even if she tried.

“It’s okay,” the blonde says eventually, her voice softer now her earlier anger has apparently dissipated. “I have a jacket,” she shrugs, and Emily can only nod, not trusting herself to speak. “You a freshman?”

“Y-yeah.” She hates the fact that her voice shakes, wonders what it is about this girl that makes her so nervous.

“Me, too.” She’s surprised, for a moment – something about the girl made her seem much older than fourteen. “I’m Alison.”

“Emily.” She shakes the hand that the blonde stretches towards her and tries to ignore the way that her skin feels charged wherever it’s touched Alison’s, and when she pulls away her heart beats fast in her chest. “I’m really sorry.”

“I said it was okay, don’t worry about it,” Alison says with a wave of her hand, and before Emily can do so much as blink the blonde has looped her arm through Emily’s and has started to drag her away, and the smile that the blonde throws her over her shoulder makes the brunette dizzy. “I have a feeling you and I are going to become really great friends…”