#amy march x female reader

[spaceagebachelormann]

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔!

HOW TO REQUEST

— state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and what you want with it

— do you have any specifics for the reader? male, female, blonde, poc, etc?

— requests can be send through inbox or dms, but inbox is heavily encouraged!

— PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOT ME TO WRITE SOMETHING THAT JUST SAYS “_____ x reader fluff” WITH NO FURTHER EXPLANATION!! GIVE ME A PLOT LINE!!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

platonic

romantic

familial

any gender x any gender

headcanons

poly relationships

sensitive topics

x reader

ships (canon or non-canon, so long as it’s not problematic)

i. i WILL write cheating, but not if a character is going it to the reader/another character. i’ll make someone comforting another person after being cheated on, but i won’t write finnick odair cheating on someone

same thing ^^ goes for homophobic, transphobic, ableist topics like that, and. well i guess the same goes for abuse?

WHAT I WONT WRITE:

smut (i’m 14)

yandere

incest

student x teacher

canonically gay character (ex: wylan van eck) x fem!reader for romantic requests

canonically lesbian character x male!reader for romantic requests

songfics (nothing against them, i just don’t know how!!)

things about ocs

ship fics

character list (more to come!)

❍ = easiest characters to write for

bolded — favourite characters to write for

KEEPER OF THE LOST CITIES

❍ sophie foster, ❍ dex dizznee, fitz vacker, ❍ keefe sencen, ❍ biana vacker, ❍ marellla redek, ❍ maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, ❍ wylie endal, ❍ jensi babblos, stina heks

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

❍ peter pevensie, ❍ edmund pevensie, ❍ susan pevensie, ❍ lucy pevensie, mr tumnus, ❍ caspian, eustace scrubb, jill pole, shasta, aravis

RIORDANVERSE

❍ percy jackson, ❍ annabeth chase, ❍ grover underwood, ❍ jason grace, ❍ piper mclean, ❍ leo valdez, ❍ hazel levesque, ❍ frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, ❍ travis stoll, ❍ connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, ❍ alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane, lester papadopolous, lavinia asimov

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

❍ christine daaé, ❍ raoul de chagny, erik destler, ❍ meg giry

p.s. i’ll write for the movie, musical, book and 1990 miniseries versions!!

HARRY POTTER

harry potter, ❍ hermione granger, ❍ ron weasley, ❍ luna lovegood, ❍ neville longbottom, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, ❍ sirius black, remus lupin, ❍ james potter, ❍ marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald, dorcas meadowes, lily evans

RIDE THE CYCLONE

ocean o’connell rosenberg, ❍ noel gruber, ❍ mischa bachinski, ❍ ricky potts, jane doe, penny lamb, ❍ constance blackwood

SHADOW AND BONE

❍ alina starkov, malyen oretsev, ❍ genya safin, ❍ zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, erm others i accidentally deleted remind me to update this

SIX OF CROWS

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, ❍ jesper fahey, ❍ wylan van eck, nina zenik, matthias helvar

THE OUTSIDERS

ponyboy curtis, ❍ johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, ❍ twobit matthews, ❍ dallas winston

THE HUNGER GAMES

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, ❍ finnick odair, ❍ johanna mason, marvel sanford, clove kentwell, cato hadley, ❍ cinna

IT (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, ❍ stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, ❍ mike hanlon

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

❍ agatha of woods beyond, ❍ sophie of woods beyond, tedros of camelot, ❍ hort of bloodbrook, ❍ hester of ravenswood, ❍ anadil, ❍ dot, nicola, aric, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, leonora lesso, clarissa dovey

THE LAND OF STORIES

❍ alex bailey, ❍ connor bailey, ❍ red riding hood, ❍ jack, ❍ goldilocks, ❍ bree campbell

SCOOBY DOO

daphne blake, ❍ fred jones, shaggy rogers, velma dinkley

LITTLE WOMEN

❍ jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, ❍ laurie

A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO MURDER

pippa fitz-amobi, ❍ ravi singh, naomi ward, ❍ cara ward, connor reynolds, ❍ jamie reynolds, nat da silva

THE MIGHTY DUCKS

❍ charlie conway, adam banks, ❍ lester averman, guy germaine, ❍ connie moreau, julie gaffney, ❍ ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson, ❍ fulton reed

DRACULA

dracula, ❍ lucy westenra, mina harker, arthur holmwood, ❍ renfield, dr seward, abraham van helsing, ❍ quincey morris

FRANKENSTEIN

victor frankenstein, ❍ adam frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, justine moritz, ernest frankenstein, henry clerval, the bride

DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE

henry jekyll, ❍ edward hyde, ❍ richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

MONSTER HIGH

gotta update this one guys,,,

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

john bender , ❍ claire standish, allison reynolds, brian johnson, andrew clark

THE POWERPUFF GIRLS

❍ blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium , ❍ brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

DAVID BOWIE

❍ jareth, thomas jerome newton, david bowie

SWEENEY TODD

❍ sweeney, anthony hope, ❍ mrs lovett, johanna

THE ROSEWOOD CHRONICLES

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, ❍ jamie volk, ❍ ollie moreno, ❍ raphael wilcox, ❍ anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

HAIRSPRAY

❍ corny collins, ❍ seaweed j stubbs, amber von tussle, tracy turnblad, penny pingleton, link larkin

MISC. CHARACTERS

sarah williams, ❍ bernard the elf, ❍ rodrick heffley, ❍ varian

#marlee organization <3

[doux-ange]

INFORMATION

i don't take requests !!

posting schedule: irregular

this post includes: links, characters, and medias i write for, what i will and won't write

LINKS:

masterlist, about me, ao3, tiktok - douxange_

CHARACTERS, MOVIES, BOOKS, SHOWS, AND GAMES I WRITE FOR

alphabetical order.

fairy tail

cobra, erik

erza scarlet

gray fullbuster

jellal fernandez

lucy heartfillia

natsu dragneel

mystogan

zeref dragneel

harry potter

barty crouch jr

evan rosier

ginny weasley

harry potter

hermione granger

james potter

lily evans (potter)

luna lovegood

regulus black

remus lupin

ron weasley

sirius black

tom riddle

hogwarts legacy

garreth weasley

ominis gaunt

sebastian sallow

house of the dragon

aemond targaryen

alicent hightower

helaena targaryen

jacaerys velaryon

lucerys velaryon (platonic)

rhaenyra targaryen

little women (2019 + book)

amy march

elizabeth "beth" march

josephine "jo" march

margaret "meg" march

theodore "laurie" laurence

(more to be added)

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

male, female, gender neutral reader

character x reader

character x character

any sexuality reader

angst, fluff, au

platonic child character x reader

platonic character x child reader

smau (social media au)

character x oc (no oc requests)

oc x reader

(more to be added)

WHAT I WON'T WRITE:

smut, nsfw (can be implied but other than that, no.)

romantic child character x character and/or reader

explicit suicide or selfharm

omegaverse au

(more to be added)

#doux-ange

[alaynasansa]

On this special day I wanted to share some of my favorite female characters in literature, cinema and tv

Sansa Stark (asoiaf)

Catelyn Stark (asoiaf)

Arianne Martell (asoiaf)

Elia Martell (asoiaf)

Brienne of Tarth (asoiaf)

Rhaena Targaryen (daughter of Aenys) (asoiaf)

Rhaenyra Targaryen (asoiaf)

Elizabeth Bennet (pride and prejudice)

Amy March (little women)

Galadriel (lotr)

Arwen (lotr)

Eowyn (lotr)

Leia Organa (star wars)

Shira Brie aka Lumiya (star wars)

Padmé Amidala (star wars)

Danni Quee (star wars)

Sabé (star wars)

Mulan (mulan)

Anna Marie Lebeau aka Rogue (x-men)

Lorna Dane aka Polaris (x-men)

Emma Frost aka White Queen (x-men)

Rachel Summers aka Askani (x-men)

Betsy Braddock aka Captain Britain (x-men)

Monet St Croix aka Penance (x-men)

Sue Storm aka Invisible Woman (fantastic four)

Sersi (eternals)

Joyce Byers (stranger things)

Kira (knights of emerald)

The Knights of Emerald is a heroic fantasy book series written in french taking place in a fictional medieval universe. Kira is the main female character. In short : She is purple from head to toe, with clawed fingers and toes, sharp teeth, and vertical pupils. She's half insect (her father is a giant ant, so what ?) half fairy and half elven. Her father is a megalomaniac emperor who raped her mother and wants to invade the continent where she lives. She is a crown princess but abdicates her throne because she knows nothing about politics and prefers to fight to protect her people as a knight. During the series the reader sees her grow from a toddler to an undisciplined nine-year-old child who does not yet have the maturity to understand why she is overprotected against her father's schemes and why she does not have the right to become a squire like her friends, then to a fifteen-year-old teenager who is insecure because of her looks, finally has the right to join the knighthood and experiments romantic love, then to an experienced adult who still goes through several trials before she can fulfill her destiny. I love this character !!

Bridgess (knights of emerald)

Bridgess is smart, straightforward and a born leader. She's kind of like a big sister to Kira and has been very supportive of her. She manages to stand up to the most stubborn characters of the series but sometimes she breaks down and fails because she is not perfect and perfect characters are boring

Swan (knights of emerald)

Swan is brash and has trouble obeying. She was born into an extremely sexist kingdom and continually feels the pressure of having to prove herself in order to be as respected as men are within knighthood. She's quite friendly and very tolerant, especially with her best friend Kira. Swan starts a family in the midst of war and struggles to deal with this new change in her life, fearing that she will not be able to fight with all her pregnancies, experiencing guilt and pain at not being able to be with her children and not seeing them grow up as much as she wants

#internationalwomensday #a song of ice and fire #pride and predujice #little women #star wars #star wars legends #mulan (1998) #marvel comics #stranger things #knights of emerald #chevaliers d'émeraude #sansa stark #catelyn stark #arianne martell #elia martell #brienne of tarth #rhaena targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #elizabeth bennet #amy march #galadriel #arwen #eowyn #leia organa #shira brie #lumiya #padmé amidala #danni quee #sabé #mulan

[friendlyneighbourhood-parker]

A little note: I have the right to decline any request that I don’t feel comfortable or able to write! Please be polite while requesting (I won’t accept requests if your demanding or rude to me)

Thank you!

What I’m comfortable writing!

Female reader x male/female character

Nonbinary reader x male/female character

Poly couples!

Angst

Aus

Platonic couples

Smut (might take me longer to write)

Things I’m not comfortable with

Noncon/dubcon

Selfcest

Selfharm

p*dophilia/inc*st

____ I haven’t written for but I’m open to

Marvel

James “Bucky” Barnes

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Wanda Maximoff

Layla el-faouly

Michelle Jones

Oscar Isaac

Blue Jones

Orestes

Laurent LeClair

Jonathan Levy

Specific Pairings

Peter Parker x Michelle Jones

Moonbois x Layla el-Faouly

Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff

Amy March x Theodore "Laurie"

disclaimer: I can add or delete any of the things on this list at any given time

#request rules #requests #requests dotcom #marvel #oscar isaac #tom holland #moon bois #spider man #kate bishop #wanda maximoff #layla el faouly #laurent leclaire #jonathan levy #yelena belova #natasha romanoff

[yelenaslyubov]

Afternoon Tea Time

main masterlist || amy march || requests

pairing: amy march x female reader

warnings: MINORS DNI (18+) smut, possible homophobia (comes with the time period), mentions of masturbation, fingering

description: you invite amy over to your house for tea while your mother is away, but things take an interesting turn

word count: 4.5k

The spring air lingering about was like a friend of days past. It was cold, yet held a warm feeling within that kissed your skin as you wandered outside. The garden was ever flourishing with new buds of all colors that turned the green into a rainbow of life. It not only looked divine but smelled heavenly as well with its floral sweet scent.

The walk from your home to the March’s wasn’t long, and even if it was, it was completely worth it for the company. All the views on your way there never failed to amazing you with its beauty. The lakes were gleaming, the grass was rustling with the wind, and the birds chirped a joyful late season song that was music to your ears.

Amy was coming over today, but she knew that you liked to walk with her there so she didn’t walk alone. She always insisted otherwise, saying that she could walk herself, but you just wanted an excuse to be around her more than you already were. Little did you know, Amy felt the very same.

Before you made your presence known, you looked down at the maroon dress you were wearing and flattened it down with your hands, trying to make yourself as presentable as you could. No matter how many times you were around Amy, you still got the familiar feeling and actions of making yourself look nice for her. Constantly checking your dress for wrinkles, looking in the mirror to observe your appearance, and trying to force the butterflies swarming in your stomach to subside. The blonde beauty made your blood pressure rise in the best way possible.

You made it to the family’s front door with a happy huff and knocked on the door. You heard the muffled commotion of sound which was normal noise always found at the March’s. The smile on your face only brightened greatly when one of the lovely sisters answered the door.

“Hello! Amy will be down in just a minute,” Meg spoke to you with her signature soft smile.

“That’s just fine,” you said, returning her smile.

“How have you been? Marmee told us all of your new job. It sounds so wonderful!”

“Oh it is! It’s just excellent. I never thought that anyone would be willing to see my work, let alone use it in a real play. It all seems like a dream. Also, tell Jo that I would love to see her work again some time. I thoroughly enjoyed it the last time and I’m sure I would love it just as well again.”

“She would be just overjoyed at that, I know it. I’m so happy for you. I’m glad to see you happy like this, y/n. Ever since your…” Meg trailed off at the last of her words. You brushed her off to continue so she wouldn’t dwell on the subject any longer. It was noticeable when someone would mention your fathers passing that the air became thinner, and faces became melancholy. “But I believe your job is not the only thing making your spirits lift.”

Her smirk held the answer that she was hinting at. Your face slightly reddened at her insinuation. But she was right, Amy was part of the reason you felt happier these days.

“It’s not just you that’s been affected either,” Meg grinned, her words becoming quieter with the fear that Amy might hear. “The past few weeks she hasn’t been able to stop talking of you to us knowing she was going to see you this day. She’s been helping more in the kitchen with Marmee and she’s about to drive us all mad with her incessant humming.”

You giggled picturing Amy humming joyfully around the house. It seemed that she was in the same state as you were. The two of you couldn’t get enough of each other. The sneaking around did become tiresome after a while since only the March sisters knew of you and Amy’s affair. You didn’t dare tell another soul in fear of what might happen. That’s why you kept your meetings one on one only at the others houses. Plus, you both liked it better that way.

Soon enough you heard Amy’s fast but gentle footsteps rushing down the stairs. Her face was flushed with a nervous smile but the same as always, elegant and regal. Always your Amy. You could tell she was wearing a new dress too that brought out her chartreuse eyes. The material was a green plaid pattern and she had a light white sweater draped over her shoulders. There was still a bite in the air when the wind swept your skin just right, so the little warmth it gave her was just enough. And as usual, her hair was wrapped in a delicate updo. No matter how hard you tried to get her to take it down she refused, saying that it wasn’t proper to have her hair tussling about like a child. She would take it back immediately once realizing the state of your hair that was down, curled around your shoulders.

Meg moved away from the door to let Amy pass, and the rest of them left the room to give you both space even though you were leaving. Amy was quick to shut the door behind her, the rest of the sisters trying to contain their laughter as best they could, hoping you couldn’t hear them. They failed miserably.

“Well Miss March,” you started, holding your elbow out so she could link her arm in yours. “Are you ready to have that quality time we hear so much about?”

You and Amy didn’t get to have much alone time together because of your situation. She was busy with her art and teaching lessons, and you with your writing and traveling to and from the city. You both were grown women now, not little girls. This felt like the first deep breath you had taken in some time.

“I very much am. And may I say you look absolutely radiant today.”

You both were walking now and you looked down at her with your cheeks tinted. You leaned into her and placed a kiss in her hair. “Thank you, my love. And you look as stunning as ever. That green brings out your beautiful eyes.”

Her head leaned against your shoulder as a thank you while you continued to walk. It seemed that you were appreciating the sights around you even more now that Amy was by your side. She made everything better and brighter by just being there.

The flowers seemed to open up and show their vivid colors towards the shining sun with proud glory. The rivers rushed faster, the fish swimming in the crystal waters with all the excitement of a hot summers day. Even the small critters pranced around the woods with a pep in their step.

You approached the front door of your house and popped the key into the lock from out of your pocket until the door opened with a creak.

“My lady,” you ushered her inside and she smiled.

She observed the house like it was her first time inside, looking along the paint details on the walls and the framed portraits too. That was one thing you adored about Amy, any room she entered she could spot the art work within and study it with grace. Her fingertips brushed gently on the flowers drawn on, feeling the dip in the paint and the smoothness of the oil.

When she turned around there was an adoring smile on your face. “What is it?” she asked you with a little chuckle.

“Just you,” you said, stepping a little closer. “I really did miss you, Amy.”

Her hands found your face and she rubbed her thumb along your cheekbone. “I missed you dearly too. That was too long to be without one another.”

“I agree. Shall we go upstairs? I can make us some tea first?”

“Is your mother not home?” she asked you curiously.

“No, she’s away in the city and won’t be back for a few more days. It’s just been me here for the past couple weeks.”

“Well why didn’t you tell me? I could have come over and kept you company. It isn’t good shutting yourself up in a house this big alone.”

You laughed. “Such a womanly thing to say, Amy. But I was just fine, I promise. Besides, I enjoy the quiet. It helps me think and write.”

This time she stepped closer to you, only about a foot away. She took a small piece of hair that was laying against your shoulder and twirled it between her fingers. “What were you thinking about?”

You tilted your head at her innocent smirk planted on her face. “You’re too vain, Amy. Do you assume it was all about yourself?”

Her face turned red and she looked down. “No, I didn’t think that. I was just meaning-”

“Amy,” you stopped her and lifted her chin with your finger. “No matter where or when, I am always thinking of you.”

She leaned up hesitantly and quickly pecked your lips. “And I of you.”

You smiled. “So how about that tea? I’ll meet you upstairs?”

“It sounds perfect.”

You watched her part of the way as she walked up the carved wooden staircase. It almost looked as if she belonged there, like this home was just as much of hers as it was yours. You wanted her like this. You wanted this for you both and you would fight to have it.

After clattering around the kitchen for a bit to get the tea ready for the both of you, you began to take the tray upstairs. You first went into the study room to see if she was there with the paintings, but the tall room was empty. You then checked your own room and found her laying on her side, her sweater now discarded, on top of the bed reading some of your work you had on your side table.

“There you are. I was beginning to think you got lost,” you said while closing the door behind you with your heel.

“Only lost in your writing,” she smiled up at you, still skimming through the pages. “These pieces really are amazing. What’s this one about?”

You set the tea tray down on a table by the fireplace and stared at her knowingly. She was testing you because she knew that the writing was evidently about her.

“Oh, it’s about this wonderful woman, you wouldn’t know her.” You chuckled a little as did she as you brought her teacup to her and handed it gently into her hands.

“Thank you,” she muttered, taking a small sip of it and moaning a little at the taste. You turned away quickly to acquire your own cup and to also hide the faint blush on your cheeks. You shouldn’t have such thoughts about Amy, you had too much respect for her, but in times like these you couldn’t help the risqué images from clouding your head.

You sat down in a large and comfy chair next to the fire, trying to warm up a bit from being outside. You stared into the blazing heat, thinking a million things at once, all about the same person. Even as you were turned away from Amy, it was like daggers staring into the side of your head with her green eyes cutting the tension in the room.

“What are you thinking about?” Amy asked, putting your papers to the side.

You sipped some tea again. “I shouldn’t say. If I speak them into existence they may come true.” You turned to face her and gave her a weak smile.

She got up off the bed and you turned your attention back to the fire until you felt and saw her hands placed on either side of you, resting on the sides of the chair. You took another nervous drink of tea, but she took it from your hands and set it back down on the tray.

“Look at me please,” she said seriously.

You did as she wished and your y/e/c met her green. Her stare was so intense you felt as if you should look away at any moment, but there was no way you could. Not now.

“Tell me what you were thinking.” The tone of her voice is what startled you the most. She wasn’t this deliberate with you which made you realize she wanted a legit answer.

“Amy, we shouldn’t,” you answered honestly, staring at her lips, even though you didn’t want to mean it. Your words were whispered, the air from your lungs brushing her lips inches away.

“But you want to?” she tilted her head and you nodded.

Her rough kiss sobered you up in seconds and you kissed her back with all you had. You put everything you were afraid to say out loud into that kiss, hoping that the action would speak for itself. She basked in all your glory and all that you had to offer, which you were willing to give her. Your hands pulled her closer if that was even possible, her soft skin setting off that spark inside you that you so longed for.

Eventually one of Amy’s hands snaked around your waist to pull you up out of the chair. You carefully rose up and stood with her by the fire burning, your bodies still flush against the others. She pulled away and stared up into your eyes with a new look you had never seen her wearing before. Her pupils were dilated and filled with desire.

“Is this what you want?” she asked you, placing her hands firmly on your cheeks and you immediately nodded. “Because you can say no and I will walk away without another word, speaking of this to no one. Or I can stay and we can both face the consequences of what might happen after. Are you willing to do that all for me?”

You studied her serious demeanor and sternly nodded. “I want you, Amy. I don’t care what happens. You are worth everything in my eyes.”

She smiled with the slight quiver of her bottom lip. “You have no idea how much I want you too, darling.” Her lips kissed your cheek delicately, almost as if she was afraid you would break into a billion little pieces.

You inhaled greatly and stepped away from her a little to unbutton the bodice of your dress. Amy’s eyes were locked on your hands working at your top in anticipation. You slipped the long sleeves off easily and placed the clothes on the arm of the chair. You were now only wearing your corset tight around your ribs, your maroon shirt, and thin underdress. Amy was still fully clothed in her pretty green dress, but you would soon change that.

You walked behind her and leaned in close. “May I?” you questioned with your fingers on the top button of her dress, and she breathed out a yes.

Like a beautiful puzzle, you carefully unbuttoned every single one down her spine. You pushed the top off of her down her arms until it slid all the way off and onto the floor. Her shoulders and arms were exposed for you, taking advantage of this and pressing small kisses to the skin there. She hummed at the feeling of your lips on her. The only time you saw her showing this much skin was during the late hours of the night occasionally, but otherwise she was completely covered to your dismay.

You continued working her clothes off, now focusing on the corset that was squeezing her middle. You started to untie and unlace the strings that were intricately weaved back and forth down her back. You saw her sigh of relief when she felt like she could breath again once it was loosened enough. It was loose now to the point she could pull it off too and set it aside while you unhooked her hoop and skirt. She shimmied it off as well, only in her underdress that if you looked hard enough revealed everything you had been internally begging for.

She was turned around to face you now and smiled. “Let me help you now.”

You nodded in response, allowing her to take her time with stripping everything off. You wanted her to savor every item and feeling just the same as you did. She did exactly that. You could feel the shakiness of her breath hitting your skin with each piece of clothing that was being removed and you could practically sense how nervous she was.

Once she had spent her time on you, you faced the blonde and stared down at her hair. “May I do the honors of taking down those gorgeous locks of yours I don’t see very often?”

“Of course,” she chuckled.

You reached behind her head and found the pins holding it up and twisted with your fingers. Each pin was gently removed, more hair falling down each time until it was eventually all free of its hold. Her hair was tussled and almost looked messy but it made you smile even more in this state.

You moved some of the hair away from her face to see her more. “My beautiful, beautiful Amy.”

She leaned into your touch while you pressed a loving kiss to her forehead. You could feel the ruffled nature in both of you, so you felt the need to draw out your events as long as possible. You wanted to make her feel comfortable while being around you, also being that vulnerable in front of you. You wanted to see her in this way and be able to love her in more ways than one.

Your lips met again in the now darkening room with the spring storm clouds moving over the sun. The curtains were drawn shut and the fire was still radiating heat that made your skin feel like it was on fire more than it already was. The kiss was deeper and had more meaning behind it with more clothes shed.

The blind journey to the bed was frantic and needy. Amy collapsed onto her back softly, landing in the middle of the bed with you hovering over her. She whined louder than you thought against your lips when she felt your hand travel up her leg and land on her inner thigh, your thumb tracing the soft skin there. You never thought you would hear such sweet sounds that made you putty in her hands. 

Your hands traveled farther up until the material of her gown was bunched up on your arm. “Would it be alright if I took this off?”

“Only if I can rid you of yours as well,” she smirked and you chuckled back at her, placing a long kiss upon her lips before pulling her gown up. She raised off the bed and let you take the rest of the dress completely off her body. Yours was next and she was quick to lose it right after hers was removed. You were both left in absolutely nothing and it was even better than you had pictured it to be.

You looked down at the lustrous lady under your body and observed her state. Flawless couldn’t even begin to describe what you were seeing. “I’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you, Amy. You’re infinitely ravishing and I adore no one but you.”

She touched your face and stared right into your eyes. “There are no words to describe what I feel for you. You don’t have a clue.”

With that she brought you closer by her hand, right where you both left off. Her lips were everything that you ever needed and you appreciated every movement they made against yours. They were so soft and gentle. She did everything with purpose and this was no different.

Your hand was back down on her bare leg again, making her hips jut upwards. There was a new feeling inside the pit of your stomach that blossomed when you saw her moving so desperately just at your simple touch. You loved how much she reacted to you.

“Amy,” you said, getting her attention while you stopped your movements. “Have you ever…done anything at all?”

“No,” she spoke which came out as more of a breath.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” She shook her head slightly no as her face warmed and she looked down in defeat. You tilted her face back to look at yours with your finger. “My love, it’s okay. I’ll be here through it all beside you. I’ll make sure you feel so safe, I promise.”

“I trust you,” she said which made your heart melt.

“I am glad of that,” you smiled. “Just give yourself to me, Amy, and I assure you I will make you feel so good.”

She whimpered at the sentiment and the fact your fingers were traveling up, closer and closer to where she wanted you. When your fingertips brushed in between her folds, feeling her unfamiliar wet desire, her moans fanned your shoulder. They only heightened when you lightly grazed over her clit, sending her mind spiraling. You knew you could make her feel good, but this was only the beginning, lucky for her.

You went slow since you knew it was a new feeling for her and you wanted her to get used to it. The slow pace was agonizing, but every pleasure filled stroke on her clit brought her closer to the edge she craved. Her hand grabbed onto your waist violently when you gently glided a finger inside her core. You didn’t move it fast, but instead you barely moved it so she could adjust accordingly.

“Does this feel okay for you? I don’t want to hurt you,” you told her in a concerned tone.

“No, no it doesn’t hurt. Just keep going, please,” she begged as those green eyes stared into yours, pleading for anything you could give her in this moment.

You obeyed her wishes and started pumping your finger inside her now, then faster just following. Both her legs absentmindedly opened wider when you continued, giving you more space to work with. Her sounds never stopped, being vocal without the care anyone would hear her. When you felt like she had relaxed enough and had gotten used to the feeling of one of your fingers fucking her, you added another and began to curl them slightly, hitting the wall inside her making her beg for more. Her hips were moving indefinitely now with the movement of your fingers, syncing the rhythm together as to build up her high.

You took the time while she was in this state to observe everything about her that you may never see again in this way. You swore you had never seen her look more beautiful than she did right now with your fingers relentlessly fucking her senseless. Her hair was spread all around the bed in a blonde mess that added to the hotness in the room. Her eyebrows were knitted together in a perfect pattern as her eyes switched from staring into yours and then fluttering closed when the pleasure was too much. Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy red color, the color you now identified as your favorite just because of this moment. Her collarbones that were placed so gently upon her structure as if it were her own personal crown was protruding from her skin making it oh so difficult to not kiss every square inch. You traced the curvature of her breasts with your other fingers, imprinting the image in your mind so you would forever remember it. Her stomach moved wildly as the pleasure overtook her in which you held her hips slightly down to stop her movement a bit.

“Keep going,” she moaned through her pure bliss. “Faster.”

“Whatever you would like, my lady.” She tried to laugh through your actions but the laughter only turned into a whimper as you fucked her faster. You always knew the right pet names to call her to get her all worked up.

She was even closer now and you could tell. You may have never done such a thing with Amy before, but for it being your first time, you sure knew how her body reacted to you and the signs it showed. Her walls started to tighten around your fingers which indicated her reasonable closeness.

“Let go, Amy. I know you want to,” you encouraged her, still keeping your pace fast to hopefully bring her over the edge.

It happened soon enough when she came around your fingers, moaning your name like a prayer. It was a sound you simply would never get tired of, constantly replaying it in your brain to try and chase the feeling of how it sounded the first time coming from her mouth. Through her high, you kept your fingers barely pumping inside her and you kissed her body all over, mumbling all her beauties across her skin to remind her of everything you cared about her.

When her noise subsided, you pulled your fingers out, leaving her core cold. Her breathing was heavy as you noticed her chest fiercely moving up and down because of events now past. You crawled up over her to see her more clearly and study her appearance this way. The small strands of hair that were intertwined across her face were pushed back with your fingers, finally getting that clear view of her blushed cheeks. You couldn’t believe you had just shared a moment so special with someone who meant so much to you. You only hoped you would have more times like these before you both were found out for good.

“Are you okay?” you asked her quietly.

“I am more than okay. That was amazing. You were amazing.” She leaned forward and pecked your lips a few more times, feeling the both of you smile on the others lips.

You slowly lowered yourself down until you were half laying on her. You pressed slow and meaningful kisses on her neck and below her ear. She giggled at the feeling and folded her shoulder to her ear as it tickled a bit. You laughed at her and adored everything about her. You wanted to stay this way forever and never face the outside world. You raised your quilt over both of you so you had the option to stay weaved together for as long as you pleased.

If you had a choice, you would cradle Amy in your arms for eternity, whispering everything you wanted her to hear. She deserved to be appreciated for the strong beauty she was and you wanted to be the one to do that for the rest of your lives, if time and society would allow it.

Her skin against yours was all you needed to switch back to reality and realize that all you wanted was right here in front of you.

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—imagine amy apologizing after getting into an argument

“You are right. What I said was horrible. I should have never said it, I shouldn’t have even thought it. I love you, y/n. I truly do and I don’t want this little argument to ruin everything we’ve built. You don’t have to accept my apology now or ever, but I hope you know I am sincerely sorry.”

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Hi guys! I just started my first Florence Pugh x Reader story. It’s on Wattpad and I would love if you could check it out!!!

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[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

Lee bodecker + degradation kink (PRETTY PLEASE)

Pairings - Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Words - 2114

Warnings - spanking, fingering, degrading language, daddy kink, anal fingering, D/s dynamic, edging, orgasm control, facial, cum play, masturbation

a/n - This is just utter filth, literally pwp. I am submitting it to @buckyownsmylife new first anniversary writing challenge. This fic was partially started in Discord last night and my lovelies asked me to write it so here we are. I know the gif is Bucky but I swear I've used all the Lee gifs so I'm moving on, don't be mad at me. It has been beta’d by my new wifey @bitterqueenofhearts who is amazing but any mistakes you see are my fault. If you are under 18 then you shouldn't even be here dude, please kindly scroll on by. Let me know what you think.

You were at a party drinking with your friends when, as usual, things got a little out of control. The Henderson brothers were causing trouble, getting into fights and smashing anything they could pick up. Looking at your best friend Amy you both gave each other the ‘lets go’ signal, but before you make it out the door you hear the police sirens, groaning at what you know is going to happen next. You both take a seat on the porch swing and watch the people around you scatter like cockroaches.

You were all of legal drinking age and technically hadn’t done anything wrong, although Dean’s parents might disagree when they see the damage left behind. You both sat back and waited. Watching the familiar figure of the Sheriff approach, Amy jumps up. “Daddy, you here to take us home? Our ride appears to have vanished.”

He scowls at the two of you, shaking his head and tutting. He walks inside without saying a word and assess the damage, turning to both of you to ask what happened. You both profess to know nothing, telling him truthfully that you were actually planning on leaving when he arrived. He points to the car across the street and gives you the keys to get in.

You climb in the back seat together and giggle about the boys at the party, none of them really caught your eye. You’d always preferred older men, and it’s just a shame that older men don’t usually look twice at you. Looking past your friend and watching her dad through the car window you squeeze your thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing you feel in your core. It doesn’t help much, but it means you can focus on whatever it is she’s talking about now.

Lee climbs in the front seat and winks at you in the rear view mirror, smirking when you bite your lip to suppress your smile. You try your best to ignore him throughout the journey, but he keeps looking at you in the mirror and distracting you. As you pull up to their house, Amy asks if you’ll stay over for the night but you have work in the morning and need to get home. Lee says he’ll drop you off, so you wave to Amy and move to sit in the passenger seat this time so you can direct him to your place.

Pulling up to your new apartment, you thank him and smile as you get out of the car, fishing your keys out from the bottom of your bag as you climb up the steps to the door. You turn back when you hear the car door close and get a fright when you see Lee, marching towards you with a look on his face you don’t recognise. He cages you in at your front door, looking down at you and enjoying feeling you squirm against him.

“I didn’t know you had a new place, finally moved out and acting like a big girl, huh? I think I should take a look around, make sure it’s safe for you. I’m sure your Pops would be grateful.” You nod your head and turn, opening the door and climbing up the stairs to your little home. There wasn’t much to it, just a big room with a bed, a few chairs, a tiny kitchen and a separate bathroom.

You sit on your bed and watch as he checks all the windows and looks around at your things. “What were you thinking wearing that little dress tonight? Were you hoping you’d bring someone back and have five minutes of mediocre sex? I thought you were smarter than that.” He sits down next to you on the bed and places his hand on your knee, his fingers rubbing a pattern that sets you on fire.

He looks around the room once again and sees something shiny sticking out of the drawer on your bedside table, you follow his line of vision and your eyes widen. The box of condoms sticking out of the drawer is not what you want him to see, and even worse, he tells you to stand and pass the box to him.

“Please, Lee, don’t do this. I’m an adult now and I don’t have to do what you ask. Now you’ve taken a look around please feel free to show yourself out.”

As you turn to walk away he grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him, making you stand between his thighs and running his hands up and down your back. “Such a big girl are you? I wonder how you would feel if I had to teach you a lesson about respecting your elders? Especially the ones who are trying to make sure you’re safe.”

You whine as his hands travel down your body, gripping your ass firmly and kneading it, spreading the cheeks apart and squeezing until you gasp. “What’s wrong, Princess? I thought you were a grown up now, surely you can handle a little massage?”

Gripping his shoulders you miss what he says, trying to breathe deeply so he doesn’t know how effected you are by his hands on you.

“I told you to get over my lap Princess, don’t make me wait any longer.” You shake your head and look down at him, he’s absolutely serious. Patting his thick thighs and raising his eyebrow, challenging you to defy him. You take a deep breath and lay over him, gasping when you feel him move your dress up and rub over your white cotton panties.ou can feel how wet you are and you know there’s a wet patch soaked through. Without warning he slaps the back of your thigh and chuckles when you squirm against him, hissing as he rubs over the now hot skin. “Count for me, Princess.” Slapping the skin just under your ass, you moan out the number two and grip his thigh as you squirm again.

He grips your cheeks once again, pulling them apart and gripping them firmly. “You know what, I think these little panties might be in the way.” He rips them off you before you can stop him, bringing them up to his face and inhaling the scent on them. “Fuck Princess, you smell amazing. These belong to me now.” He says, stuffing them into the side pocket of his trousers and looking back down at you “lets see, what we have here now?”

His thick hands once again kneading and spreading you apart, he hums to himself when he notices how wet you are and drags his fingers through your slick. Listening as you whine for him, he licks his lips and rubs harder, showing your clit no mercy, the sounds you make have him rock hard.

Stopping for a moment, he waits, listening for your reaction and smirking when you beg for him. “What’s that? You want my fingers back? You know how to ask for them, you little slut.” He waits for your answer, but when you don’t respond he spanks you and admires the jiggle when his hand hits your ass. “You know if you don’t tell Daddy what you want he’s gonna leave you here all alone.”

You push your ass up and wiggle it, silently begging for more. Normally he wouldn’t be so cruel, but he knows you eye fuck him whenever you see him in the uniform. He sees when you clench your thighs together, he even knows that you stare at his hands when you think he’s not watching, biting your lip and probably imaging all the ways he could use them on you.

“Be a good little whore for me and you can have what you want.” He slides his hands over your legs, scratching and nipping at you, enjoying the whimpering he’s causing. “Ok, I guess you don’t want it then. I thought you were going to be good for Daddy, but I suppose I was wrong.”

He hears something so faint he almost misses it. Grabbing your hair in his fist, he pulls you up. “Fuck, Daddy. Please. I need your hands on me.” Grinning at you and letting go of your hair, he pushes two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them and rubbing them over a spot you didn’t even know existed.

“So fucking tight for me. You’re the perfect little whore, aren’t you? I think you need more than my fingers, though. Don’t you?” You moan as he keeps moving his fingers in and out of you, feeling your juices dripping and leaving a wet patch on his thighs.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you almost miss the moment he spits on your tight puckered hole, circling his thumb around it. You make a deep groan from the base of your throat and he slowly pushes the tip of his thumb in, swearing under his breath at how tight you are. He can feel you clenching around him as he fills you up and can’t wait for you anymore. “On your hands and knees in the middle of the bed for me, princess.”

Admiring how easily he gets you to do what he says, he strips down, tilting his head to the side as you look at him over your shoulder. “Touch yourself for me.” He sees the conflict in your eyes but you don’t make him wait too long before rubbing your clit while he watches. “Such a good fucking slut for me, tell me who’s pussy this is.” He asks, slapping his cock against you and slowly pushing in, stopping once just the tip is in and not moving. “I won’t ask you again, who does this pussy belong to?”

You try to push back, you need to cum so badly it hurts, but he just grips your hips painfully tight, stopping you before you can get more of him. “I asked you a question, you better answer me, princess.” You whine and moan out as he holds you still. You want to answer him, you really do, but you also don’t want him to win. Deciding to tease him right back you kneel there completely still and just clench around his tip, smirking when you hear his breathing pick up and the swearing he does under his breath.

It doesn’t last long. He spanks you so hard you almost fall on your face, but his grip on you remains strong. He thrusts forward and you both groan as he finally fills you up, setting a fast pace. It doesn’t take long before you’re both panting and moaning. He slips his thumb back inside your ass pumping it in and out, keeping rhythm with his hips. The feeling is like nothing you’ve experienced before.

“Daddy, I’m so close, please don’t stop, fuck!” You scream out, gripping the sheets below you. He can feel you squeezing him tightly, he knows you’re about to cum, so he stops. You scream out for him to keep going, but he leans forward and chuckles in your ear. Shouldn’t be such a fucking brat then, should you, Princess?”  You whimper and immediately start to rub your clit, hoping you can make yourself cum without him.

So close, so fucking close. Before you cum, he flips you over and pins both of your hands above your head in one of his, using his other to slap his cock on your swollen clit, each tap making you whimper. “Who does this pussy belong to?” Finally answering him, you scream out his name and he just shakes his head looking down at you. “Open wide and stick out your tongue.”

You do as you’re told, looking up at him and pleading for him to fuck you again, but he just pouts at you. “Aww, does my little cock slut want to be filled up?” You nod and he grins at you. “As you wish.” Palming his cock and splashing his cum on your face and in your mouth, groaning out your name as he does. You lay there in shock, coated in his cum. “Swallow it.” He demands groaning, as you do as you’re told, sucking it off his fingers as he smears it across your face.

He sits back on the bed, legs open and stares at you. “You may finish yourself off now.” You eagerly spread your legs, but before you can touch yourself, he clears his throat.. Looking up at his smug face, he smiles at you. “But only after you’ve cleaned me up, come and use that mouth of yours, Princess.” It was going to be a long night.

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[chayacat]

Devil’s Sweet Star (41)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader  

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut  

***

My kingdom for something. It is a fairly well-known and old sentence that is used very little today. But... for you it would be: My kingdom for something that relaxes me. What for? Let's say your awakening was... Disturbed. Jed was still sleeping for once; it was quite surprising considering that he is always the first awake to go to work. But you have to believe that his evening was... Exhausting. So, you are the first one standing. And on your nightstand, you found a piece of paper. What is written on it leaves you in no doubt about the identity of the author.

*Hoggins is dead. We see each other tonight, Honey. Be ready. *

That's it. It's done. And now it's up to you to honor your share of the deal. An entire evening with Ghostface. But it is far too early. You wish you had a little more time, just to find an excuse for Jed to not be there. What can you do? How are you going to do? If Jed sees Ghostface... And if Ghostface sees Jed... God only knows what could happen. This is why you are stressed today. But you found the excuse of the festival and the journalists to not worry everyone. Although in itself this is not really an excuse, because you also tense for this reason.

What do journalists in other cities think of you? of your pastries? of the festival in general? Were they satisfied? or disappointed? What will they write about you? So many unanswered questions... For now. Several options are jostling in your head: The first is that they loved everything. They will write a very good review about you, about the festival, about the city. People from other cities would come, even tourists, to visit the city and take the opportunity to go to your café. And if they also appreciate... they could come and live there! So, the city would get a little bigger, and your coffee would be better and better known throughout Ohio.

The second option? It’s that they are... neutral. They didn't hate it but didn't like it either. As a result, they will write a fairly neutral article, which will not change much. Or it will attract a few tourists, who will make Roseville a city where spend your holidays quietly... but nothing more.

And the last... it's that they hated it. After all, and without wanting to offend Jed, journalists are quite particular. They are quite snobby; they have tastes...how to say... Let's say they enjoy luxurious places at poor little country festivals. So, when you send them to this kind of place, they're not necessarily cheerful. So just to annoy everyone, and especially the city, they write negative articles, where they criticize everything, invent fake stories and fake anecdotes just to get revenge. And so, they could do the same with the Roseville festival. They could write an article in which they would criticize everything, tell anything. It wouldn't really benefit the city, just like it would be for your coffee. Because if you want to expand, you need good reviews. But also, good reviews of the city. And unfortunately, it’s not with the Roseville Gazette that this can be done. It has to come from the outside world.

But let's remain optimistic! there's no reason they hated it, right? You were working in the back of the shop. At least you try because with all this stress in you... it’s difficult to concentrate. Amy who saw you from the counter, because she turned to you from time to time, brought you a cup of tea, a smile on her lips.

“I thought it would relax you. Do not worry! I'm sure that everything went well and that we will read good returns in the days!” she said cheerfully.  

“Thanks Amy, I guess you’re right. I should relax and hope for the best. How is it in the café? we have a lot of customers?” you respond with a smile.

“Oh yeah! As usual I want to say. Corey runs everywhere but hey, I feel like it doesn't mind him more than that... quite the contrary.”

“Hahaha It's true. You know, there are people who can't stay in place. They have to move, do something all the time otherwise they get bored and find everything boring. Corey is surely that kind of person who doesn't like to stand by and do nothing, just like me.”

“AMY! New orders are here! Hurry up!” Shouts Corey from the counter.  

“I'M COMING! I have to go back to work! Don't forget boss, breathe and relax. Everything's fine. We had the hardest time. Everything will be fine now.” said Amy before going back to the counter.  

You smile as you watch Amy go back to work. She’s right, you have to relax. But... unfortunately for you, the hardest part has not yet passed. The hardest part is coming tonight. And you don't know what to do with Jed. How to convince him to not be at the apartment tonight? Without offending him? Unless there is a miracle, unless he has to leave on his own to find another scoop or go to the scene of a murder, it’s impossible. But hey... so far, you've been lucky. You could have been killed by Ghostface, and he decided to leave you alive. You could have been the victim of an assassination, and Jed protected you. You could have been there when this guy ransacked your coffee, and yet you were already at home when it happened. So, what could go wrong tonight?

It's better to not think about it anymore. It will happen... what will happen. For now, you need to focus on your job and nothing else. Tonight... it will be a different story. The day went off without a hitch. Customers came and went, some with a smile, others a little grumpy, some were stressed, others confident. There was everything, and everything was needed in this world.

Melina and Mattew arrived laughing, and sat down at a table. Amy took their order and Melina asked her if you were there. Amy told them you were in the back of the shop baking March cakes. You gave them a small greeting with your hand, which they returned to you with a smile. You put down your tea towel and leave the room to go see them. And as usual, they were making fun of each other.

“Only 3 slices of cake? I don't believe you. You are a little glutton, OUR little glutton Mattew. 3 parts is only the aperitif for you.” Said Melina laughing.  

“Hey! I swear to you that I am telling the truth! I didn't want the boss to give me an eternal sermon! You know how he is when you don't respect his instructions... I have often been paying the price...” responds Mattew.  

“That’s true.”  

“My poor Mattew... I hope at least you were able to enjoy it when you got back.” you said smiling.

“Nah, I left my shares to Chris. He must also take advantage of it. With work it's hard right now." responds Mattew

“Awn it’s too cute. He's really lucky to have you.”

“Oh! I almost forgot! Jed asked us to warn you that tonight he will be coming home very late. He must apparently go to the scene of a new murder committed by Ghostface. Another innocent inhabitant who died by his cold and heartless blade.” Said Melina.  

“Oh. O-okay. Poor guy...or girl.” You simply respond.

When I was talking about miracles... here is one. It saddens you to learn that Ghostface is being killed again, but it suits you for tonight. Jed will return very late, until he comes back, Ghostface will surely be gone. Luck is still on your side for now. You talk for a little while with Mattew and Melina before they go back to work, and so do you. The rest of the day was quiet, although towards the end you received the call from Mr. Parkson and your Aunt Marnie.

The first one informed you that everything was finally settled for the succession and that the inheritance had been divided at your request between your uncles and aunts. Nevertheless, they have asked that you receive a share of this inheritance as well, so you should expect an upcoming transfer to your bank account. Mr. Parkson greeted you and wished you good luck for the future, hoping that time will heal your wounds. He also informed you that if he learns something about your parents' death, you will be the first to know.

As for your discussion with Aunt Marnie, it was simple. She was taking news, knowing how you were doing, if you needed anything and if everything was okay with Jed. You couldn't help but laugh at her mother hen attitude, it was so adorable coming from her. Your uncle Joey had finally decided to talk to you on the phone. And just by his voice, you felt that it made him feel better to hear you and chat with you. He was fine, some back problems, but nothing very bad according to him. You still tell him to pay attention to him and to not force too much if he does not want to end up stuck in bed for days. He laughed, saying that you reminded him of his sister, your mother, when she was still of this world. He hung up saying that he loved you and hoped to see you soon. You answer him the same thing before hanging up in your turn.

You walk home, without a hitch, and once in the apartment, you sigh with relief. It feels good to finally be at home. And you'll get even better after a good shower. In any case, you will have to prepare. Ghostface is coming. And welcome him in work clothes... is not really a good idea. So, you take clean things, go to the bathroom and take a shower. You leave the room after a few minutes and decide to prepare food. Since you are not very hungry, because of the stress of Ghostface, a simple salad of tomatoes and cucumbers will be enough. You were doing the dishes, when you heard footsteps that you would recognize between a thousand.

“Well... I really hoped you weren't going to come tonight. I thought maybe you'd be lenient and give me an evening off.” you said without turning your back, hearing HIM chuckling.  

“Sorry Honey, but unfortunately, a deal is a deal. And then... spend an entire evening by your side... I will certainly not refuse.” said Ghostface.  

“Is he really dead? Are you sure?”

“Given the state in which I left him, I can tell you that he is indeed dead. He ended up... like his creator. On a nice wooden cross, crucify by me. If you could have been there... you would have been amazed by my art.”

“You’re a twisted devil.”

“And you’re guardian angel. I am both. Then... Where do we start?” Ghostface replied.

“What if you finally told me who you are? Remember? it was part of the deal. A whole evening with you in exchange for your true identity.” you respond, facing him.  

He sneered before approaching you slowly, but with a determined step. He gently pressed you against the worktop and you could guess through his mask that he was devouring you with his eyes.

“Do you REALLY want to start with that? This is just a small detail... we can deal with that... later in the evening.” he said with a softly voice.  

“Deal is a deal. That’s what you said. No true identity, no evening with me. And anyway... Jed will return sooner or later.” You respond with a provocative look.  

“... Fine. As you wish. But regarding Jed... I don't think... that he will bother us tonight. In fact, he will no longer bother us.”

“What do you mean? What did you do to him??? ANSWER ME!”

Ghostface sneered before exploding with laughter before backing up and closing the curtains properly so that no one outside could see what was going to happen. He went back in front of you, now standing in the center of the room and gently removing his mask. And the face that was underneath... No... That's impossible... you didn't want to believe it.

“J... Jed?” you said shocked.

“Hi...Honey. I’m home.” He responds with a sneaky smile.

You couldn't believe it... you didn't want to believe it. Since all this time... he lied to you. Since all this time... the man you loved, was the one who at night came to see you under this mask.  

Since all this time... your guardian angel... was also the devil you are trying to drive away.

***

(My right arm finally doesn't make me suffer anymore! what a pleasure! Gone is the horrible feeling of being hit in the arm! I will be able to write fully! But I also can't wait to go back to bars, restaurants and more... but for that I have to have the sanitary pass. And it won't be until September. What a hell! The next chapter will be the continuation of this one, but from the point of view of our dear Danny! I hope you’ll like this chapter like the others ones! Well, it's time for my brain to rest! Have a great weekend to you all!  See ya!)

#dbd fanfic #dbd #dead by daylight #ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen

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In November 2013, Marvel Comics announced that Kamala Khan, a teenage American Muslim from Jersey City, New Jersey, would take over the comic book series Ms. Marvel beginning in February 2014. The series, written by G. Willow Wilson and drawn by Adrian Alphona, marked the first time a Muslim character headlined a book at Marvel Comics.[2] However, Noelene Clark of the Los Angeles Times noted that Khan is not the first Muslim character in comic books, which include Simon Baz, Dust and M.[3] The conception of Kamala Khan came about during a conversation between Marvel editors Sana Amanat and Stephen Wacker. Amanat said, "I was telling him [Wacker] some crazy anecdote about my childhood, growing up as a Muslim American. He found it hilarious." The pair then told Wilson about the concept and Wilson became eager to jump aboard the project.[4] Amanat said that the series came from a "desire to explore the Muslim-American diaspora from an authentic perspective."[5]

Artist Jamie McKelvie based Khan's design on his redesign of Carol Danvers as Captain Marvel and on Dave Cockrum's design of the original Ms. Marvel.[6] Amanat requested that the design "reflected the Captain Marvel legacy, and also her story and her background."[7] Amanat stated that Khan's costume was influenced by the shalwar kameez. They wanted the costume to represent her cultural identity, but did not want her to wear a hijab,[8] because the majority of teenage Pakistani-American girls do not wear one.[9] Amanat also stated that they wanted the character to look "less like a sex siren" to appeal to a more vocal female readership.[8]

Marvel knew that they wanted a young Muslim girl, but stated that she could be from any place of origin and have any background. Wilson initially considered making her an Arab girl from Dearborn, Michigan but ultimately chose to create a Desi girl from Jersey City.[10] Jersey City, which sits across the Hudson River from Manhattan, has been referred to as New York City's "Sixth borough".[11][12][13] It therefore forms an important part of Khan's identity and the narrative journey of her character since most of Marvel Comics' stories are set in Manhattan. Wilson explains, "A huge aspect of Ms. Marvel is being a 'second string hero' in the 'second string city' and having to struggle out of the pathos and emotion that can give a person."[14]

The series not only explores Khan's conflicts with supervillains but also explores conflicts with Khan's home and religious duties. Wilson, a convert to Islam, said "This is not evangelism. It was really important for me to portray Kamala as someone who is struggling with her faith." Wilson continued, "Her brother is extremely conservative, her mom is paranoid that she's going to touch a boy and get pregnant, and her father wants her to concentrate on her studies and become a doctor."[4] Amanat added,

As much as Islam is a part of Kamala's identity, this book isn't preaching about religion or the Islamic faith in particular. It's about what happens when you struggle with the labels imposed on you, and how that forms your sense of self. It's a struggle we've all faced in one form or another, and isn't just particular to Kamala because she's Muslim. Her religion is just one aspect of the many ways she defines herself.[2]



First appearance of Kamala Khan from Captain Marvel #14 (August 2013) by Kelly Sue DeConnick and Scott Hepburn

In the series, Khan takes the name Ms. Marvel from Carol Danvers, who now goes by the alias Captain Marvel. Captain Marvel writer Kelly Sue DeConnick revealed that Khan actually made a brief appearance in Captain Marvel #14 (August 2013) saying, "Kamala is in the background of a scene in Captain Marvel 14 ... She is very deliberately placed in a position where she sees Carol protecting civilians from Yon-Rogg."[15] According to Wilson, Khan idolizes Carol so when Khan acquires superhuman abilities, she emulates Danvers.[14] "Captain Marvel represents an ideal that Kamala pines for. She's strong, beautiful and doesn't have any of the baggage of being Pakistani and 'different,'"[4] Wilson explained. "Khan is a big comic book fan and after she discovers her superhuman power – being a polymorph and able to lengthen her arms and legs and change her shape – she takes on the name of Ms. Marvel," Amanat elaborated.[16] Khan is one of several characters who discover that they have Inhuman heritage following the "Inhumanity" storyline, in which the Terrigen Mists are released throughout the world and activate dormant Inhuman cells.[17]

In the series' first story arc, Khan faces off against Mr. Edison / the Inventor, an amalgam of man and bird. Wilson created the Inventor to be Khan's first arch rival in order to mirror Khan's own complexity. Wilson characterizes the Inventor, and the overall visual look of the opening story arc as "kooky and almost Miyazaki-esque at times", owing to the art style of illustrator Adrian Alphona, which balances the drama of the threats which Khan faces with the humor of Alphona's "tongue in cheek sight gags." During the storyline, Khan also teams-up with the X-Man Wolverine against the Inventor. Because Wolverine is dealing with the loss of his healing factor during this time, Khan is placed in the position of having to shoulder much of the responsibilities, as Wilson felt this was a role reversal that would subvert reader expectations that Wolverine would take the lead in such a team-up.[18]

At the 2014 San Diego Comic-Con International, writer Dan Slott announced that Khan would team-up with Spider-Man beginning in The Amazing Spider-Man #7 (October 2014) during the "Spider-Verse" storyline. Slott characterized Khan "the closest character to classic Peter Parker,"[19] explaining, "She's a teenage superhero, juggling her life, making mistakes, trying to do everything right."[20]

Beginning in June 2015, Ms. Marvel tied into the "Secret Wars" crossover event with the "Last Days" storyline, which details Khan's account of the end of the Marvel Universe. Wilson explained, "In the 'Last Days' story arc, Kamala has to grapple with the end of everything she knows, and discover what it means to be a hero when your whole world is on the line."[21] In the storyline, Khan rushes to deal with the threat in Manhattan. However, Wilson revealed, "She will face a very personal enemy as the chaos in Manhattan spills over into Jersey City, and she will be forced to make some very difficult choices. There will also be a very special guest appearance by a superhero Kamala—and the fans—have been waiting to meet for a long time."[22]

In March 2015, Marvel announced that Khan will join the Avengers in All-New All-Different Avengers FCBD (May 2015) by writer Mark Waid and artists Adam Kubert and Mahmud Asrar, which takes place in the aftermath of "Secret Wars".[23] A second volume of Ms. Marvel starring Khan by Wilson, Alphona and Takeshi Miyazawa is also debuted following "Secret Wars" as part of Marvel's All-New, All-Different Marvel initiative.[24] Amanat said,

By the time this new launch comes around, it will have been almost two years since the premiere of Ms. Marvel—and boy, has Kamala Khan been through a lot since then. She's been slowly coming into her own, dealing with the challenges of navigating adulthood and being a super hero. But her training is over now and it's time for the big leagues; the question is can she handle it? ... As much as Kamala has a right to be there—it's still a bit of a culture shock. Dreaming of being an Avenger and then suddenly being one is a lot to take on for someone of her age. So, she'll be a little awestruck, a little overly ambitious.[25]

In March 2016, Marvel announced that Ms. Marvel would tie into the "Civil War II" storyline by releasing a promotional image illustrating a rift between Khan and Danvers.[26] "While "Civil War II" may have initiated this rift, we've known for some time that Kamala would eventually need to separate herself from her idols. Her journey centers around self-discovery and identity, and a part of that exploration includes separating yourself from those you put on pedestals. The rift between Carol and Kamala doesn't really have to do with right and wrong. It has to do with growing up and realizing that you perceive the world differently from even the ones you love," Amanat elaborated.[27]

In July, Marvel announced that Khan will join the Champions, a team of teenage superheroes who split off from the Avengers following the conclusion of "Civil War II". The team, featured in a series by writer Mark Waid and artist Humberto Ramos, consists of Khan, Spider-Man (Miles Morales), Nova (Sam Alexander), Hulk (Amadeus Cho), Viv Vision, and a teenage version of Cyclops. Waid said, "The first three are the kids who quit the Avengers proper. That was an easy get. Those three, in and of themselves, form a nice little subteam. Their dynamic is great. They all show up in each other's books, and even though they have their arguments and stress points, clearly they're good together."[28]

In August, Khan made an appearance in Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur #10 by writers Amy Reeder and Brandon Montclare. In the issue, Khan acts as a mentor to Moon Girl (Lunella Lafayette) who is also a young Inhuman that suddenly came into her powers. Amanat stated that Khan sees much of herself in Lafayette and by teaching her, Khan learns much about herself.[27]

In November, Marvel announced that Khan will join a new incarnation of the Secret Warriors in a series by writer Matthew Rosenberg and artist Javier Garron that debuted in May 2017. The team, formed in the wake of the "Inhumans vs X-Men" storyline, also includes Quake, Karnak, Moon Girl, and Devil Dinosaur. Rosenberg stated that there is some conflict and friction amongst the team members explaining, "Ms. Marvel and Quake are really fighting for the soul of the team in a lot of ways, while Moon Girl will continue to really do her own thing. They will all be tested and challenged, they are superheroes after all, but they are going to do things their way."[29]

In March 2017, Marvel announced that Khan would team-up with Danvers in a one-shot issue of the limited anthology series, Generations by Wilson and Paolo Villanelle. Wilson stated that the issue would explore Danvers' and Khan's mentor–student relationship, but "at its heart, [it] is about growing up, and a big part of growing up is discovering that your idols have feet of clay – and forgiving them for their flaws as you gain an adult understanding of your own."[30]

In December, Ms. Marvel began the "Teenage Wasteland" story arc, as part of the Marvel Legacy relaunch. Wilson said, "Since the events of 'Civil War II', there's been friction between Kamala and her mentor, Captain Marvel. In this arc, we're exploring how complicated legacies can be when they're passed from generation to generation ... She's questioning a lot about herself and her mission. Her friends end up stepping into some very important—and unexpected—roles. So in a sense, the arc is really about a bunch of chronically under-estimated teenagers who pull together to fight evil."[31]

Ms. Marvel #31, the 50th issue of Ms. Marvel featuring Khan was released in June 2018. To mark the occasion, Marvel brought in additional collaborators for the issue including writers: G. Willow Wilson, Saladin Ahmed, Rainbow Rowell, and Hasan Minhaj; and artists: Nico Leon, Bob Quinn, Gustavo Duarte, and Elmo Bondoc.[32]

Beginning in March 2019, Khan headlined a new series titled, The Magnificent Ms. Marvel, written by Ahmed and illustrated by Minkyu Jung. Wilson stated that she had been planning her departure from the series for over a year, stating that she originally anticipated that the series would only last for ten issues and was excited by the fact that she had written 60 issues. Ahmed said the new series will have much wider scope, "while still maintaining that intimate tone that people have loved about it."[33]

In July 2020, Marvel announced that Khan would star in an original graphic novel, published in conjunction with Scholastic and aimed at younger readers. The book will be written by author Nadia Shammas. An illustrator has not yet been named.[34

[falcqns]

MHM. and like "aroace people can still date"yelena said in the comics she had no interest in dating. they only let the comics come into play when it's helpful for them, like "blank beats blank" "in the comics they do!!" but when it's about yelena or any characters sexuality at that "it's not confirmed in the mcu!!" like stfu and stop trying to justify it

literally!!!! like ship them as friends!! they can be best friends, or platonic soulmates, but Yelena is aroace, and has ZERO interest in dating!!! just don't do it!! and writing fan fiction about her in a romantic sense and saying you're aware of her being aroace and justifying "that its a work of fiction" is JUST as bad as writing TJ Hammond x female reader where he's straight!! like write for Florence, or even Amy March, because she doesn't get near as enough love. just don't do it for Yelena lmao. write her as a best friend. its not that hard.

#natashasera

[darling-i-read-it]

Headcanons for Jo with an Artist Girlfriend

Jo March x reader

Warnings: nothing I don’t think??

Requested (sorta): by anon, Concept: jo falls in love with a female artist and when they are together (because obviously who wouldn’t fail in love jo) artist does illustrations for jo’s books/writings or they fall in love because they worked together

Requested: by anon, *me roller skating up: Hi!! May I request h/c’s for jo March with a artist s/o (female)? Please and thank you!!❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥺

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

Author’s Note: This was literally one of my favorite things I’ve written I’m very excited about it and I really hope you guys like it!

Heres the aesthetic me and an anon made!!

Song: The Lourve by Lorde 

-dating Jo firstly is likely the most rewarding but also very workable relationship that you have ever been 

-you and Jo just fit

-it was you who came to Jo at first because despite her amazing brain and very initiative brain she is a bit stupid when it came to you at first 

-she didn’t really understand that you could be in a relationship with a woman 

-but once she realized you quickly become the towns ‘and they were roommates' couple

-no one said it and you hid it well but you got along better than most straight couples around which no one really noticed but you and the Marches 

-and Laurie who envied your relationship at first because of wanting to be with Jo and then because your relationship seemed to be effortless and that was so different from his relationship with Amy

-you simply fit

-finish each other's sentence and be excited for the same things fit

-you were an artist, clearly, in the painting/drawing form

-you were very talented and better than most of the men you came across

-Jo was an amazing writer and would read you snippets of her work all the time

-she made the scripts for her family when she was younger but she didn’t show any of her serious stuff to anyone but you first off because you always gave an honest opinion which she valued

-you started off really just sketching her

-she was so easy to do because she always had this focused look on her face when she was hunched over writing, trying to get every bit of candle light she could soak up

-the two of you would sit across the room wordlessly and there would only be sounds of a paintbrush against a canvas or a pencil on paper

-you then started to draw things for the scenes she read you

-it was nothing but she found a couple laying around while you were out and was instantly obsessed

-somehow you had managed to crawl into her mind and release the pictures she was creating inside her head but you were able to do it on paper and without even knowing

-she was amazed

-she found ones who weren’t linked to a story and made them link to a story

-you eventually found out after she read you that story and then you were sort of an artistic tag team

-you fed off one another for inspiration and between the two of you there was always some to spare

-to the outside, people saw the two of you as that crazy artist woman who always seemed to be near each other

-but to each other everything seemed sort of normal

-accidentally mistaking the tea cup for your paint water

-or vice versa

-Jo finding out it was not tea because she was so distracted by her writing 

-it took her like thirty seconds to be like ‘y/n is this-’

-’yes jo that is paint water’

-hunched over at night, back to back, candles around you in a circle

-going outside for inspiration and looking for scenery or people that you knew

-falling asleep over each other and waking up intertwined or face to face

-brushing hands and switching pencils

-window light

-Jo somehow getting paint on her hands 

-She did not paint

-TEACHING EACH OTHER TO DO THE OTHER THING -Jo has you write a short story and tells you how amazing it is even if it isn’t good

-she only does that for you

-Teaching Jo how to paint and instead just throwing paint at each other

-Marmee thinks you’re the only person that Jo will ever and has ever clicked with 

-yall so cute

#jo march x reader #jo march imagines #little women imagines

[blkgirl-writing]

“Let’s Just Practice”

Amy March x Fem!Reader

Summary: Amy comes up with the idea to practice the act of sex with her good friend, who happens to be a female. 

A/N: This is just pure smut. Holy shit, I got very carried away. This is just one of many smuts for basically all of the Characters of Little Women. If you wanna be tagged, please let me know. And if you have ideas for plot, My requests are still wide open.

Warnings: Oral (female reciving), Fingering, Sex during the civil War, Lesbians doing lesbian stuff, man. Smut Under the cut.

Word count: 1k (Holy fuck)

“It wouldn’t hurt…” Amy crossed her arms, eyes firmly planted to the ground. She had barely said anything to you all day, even though you had been alone together since the morning. 

“To, maybe practice.”

“Practice exactly what, Amy?” You crouched down by her side, looking at at her  

“Laying with a man,” She finally looked at you. A twinkle in her eyes that you hadn’t seen before. Not in the 5 months you had known her in Paris. And you had certainly seen a lot of mischievous glances in that time. “For pleasure.”

“Who were you thinking? Laurie?’

“No, no...I...i was thinking you.” She took your hands in hers, rubbing small circles over your knuckles. Her fingers cold, though soft and delicate.

“I am no man,” You whispered, even though you knew exactly what she was implying. A part of you thought it may have been too good to be true. Maybe those longing glances were not made up. Maybe those nights laying out in the stars meant more.

“I know that, Y/N,” she laughed breathily. “It can’t be that different. And don’t you want to know how? I mean, when you find the one.”

“Of course,” You said, with a firm nod. “I would love to.”

“Meet me in my room at nine,” Her green eyes scanned your face, with a warmness that made your face heat up. “If that is okay?”

“It’s perfect.”

-

You didn’t know how to prepare for such an event. So you threw your hair up into a messy bun, and rapped yourself up in a robe. Silky, light blue. Her favorite color,

Knocking on her door, you shifted foot to foot, Nervousness racking through your body...it wasn’t until she opened the door that you were able to breath again.

Her hair was down, only dressed in her stockings and lacey drawers. Top revealed in the light of the candles. You felt stupid, staring at her. She was so beautiful. 

“I thought you may not come,” She whispered, taking your hand, drawing you into her room, pushing the door shut behind you with her foot.

“How could I miss this chance?” You smirked.

Clothes were shed. Thrown lazily onto the floor as your lips locked together, needing each other like you needed air. Her lips were soft against yours, moving in sync as you found your way to the bed. 

You pushed her down, Straddling Amy, muttering about her beauties between kisses.

“Does this feel okay?” you spoke, lips brushing her soft skin. You felt her shiver beneath you, back arching into the light touches. Your hips pressed into hers, fingers lingering from her stomach down to her pelvic bone, then, to her inner thigh. 

“Perfect,” Amy moaned, fingers brushing the nape of your neck, “keep going, Y/n,”

“Please.” She muttered, looking deep into your eyes. Longing and desperation for more. The image would forever be burned into your mind. It was as good as one of her paintings. Heavenly and surreal. 

Your fingers traced the inside of her thigh, making their way to her clit. Rubbing her into insanity. She muttered words of praise and curses, overwhelmed by the new sensation. 

You pressed kisses down her body, from her neck to her breasts. The lower you got, the more firm her grip on your hair. She bit down on her lips so hard, she could taste that metallicy crimson blood being drawn. Finally, your lips kissed her core, licking a stripe down her. Moving your fingers lower, and replacing your fingers on her clit with your mouth. Experimenting with sucking and licking, while you pushed a finger into her slick core.

“Don’t stop,” Amy moaned, voice rough yet light. Back arched against the soft bed. Her eyes, that were once planted on you, now shut tight. Head firm on the pillow. You rested a hand on her thigh, which was shaking. “Please, please don’t stop.”

You hummed against her, drawing another moan from her lips. Eventually adding another finger, pushing them in and out at an agonizing pace. 

Taking care of her felt like a hot summer day, Bathing in the rays of her glory. Beauty overwhelming as she came. Kiss sweet and melting.

But it wasn’t over. She was quick to press you down, Her fingers moving up and down your slit, touch light, Like if she touched you any harder, she might break you.

You moved your hand to her shoulder, drawing her into another kiss, Pleading for more against her plush lips. She pressed a pre circled on your clit, then pushed two fingers into you. 

“Is this okay?” she hummed, moving in and out, Fingers only slightly curled. 

“Y-yes” you gasped, “p-please, faster.” with that, shed curled in her fingers, perfectly angling to your G-spot, rapidly moving. Her lips fell down to your chin, kissing and biting her way down to your neck. Her other hand was firmly planted on the bed, arm lightly grazing your bare side. Even though her thighs barely touched you, when she straddled you, the warm contact made you crazy, craving more of her.

Then she pressed her thumb to your clit. It took all of your might to not cry from the pleasure. A moan escaped your lips, along with her name, said like a prayer, like she was saving you. And in a way, she certainly was. 

She did look like an angel, when she pulled away from your now purple stained skin. Her blonde locks were pushed to one side, face dimly lit in the night. Lust crystal clear in her green eyes. “You’re stunning like this,” She whispered,  her pace only getting faster and faster.

“I rather like you beneath me.” A sly smirk drew on her face as you threw your head back. Pleasure racked through your whole body. One of your hands grasped at her hair, the other digging into her thigh. 

“I...I’m gonna-” you spoke, voice cracking as your body shook through your orgasm. Hitting heavy and fast. You couldn’t conceal the loud moan that came out, but Amy was quick to press her lips to yours to quiet the noise. She kept pumping into you, until your body lost all of the built up tension. You finally drew away from her lips, pressing your hand to her jaw. 

“Wow,” you whispered, gleaming ear to ear. “That was…”

“Beautiful.”She finished, letting out a small laugh as she pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“Though,” Amy said, with entertainment riddled through her voice, “I think we need more practice.”

_________

Taglist: @rareimagine​ @sofia-r-1604​ @bisexual-bella​ 

#wow #okay this is a bit hot and heavy #fuck #amy march #amy march x reader #amy march smut #amy march x reader smut #amy march fluff #florence pugh x reader #Little women #little women x reader #little women smut #laurie x reader #laurie x reader smut #laurie laurence x reader #jo march x reader #jo march smut

[blossomingbooks]

🌼 I’d had this book sitting on my bedside ledge shelf for years, mostly because the cover was so lovely, but also because every Christmas I had the intention to read it - and every Christmas I ended up not reading it, either because college studies wouldn’t allow me, or because parallel readings got in the way. Last year, upon hearing about Greta Gerwig’s new film adaptation, I decided I couldn’t postpone it any longer; and thus, on Christmas day, I started.

I was already acquainted with the characters from the 90s adaptation I used to love when I was younger, but upon coming back to the story in its purest form, I met each of them in a new, more complex light. The coming-of-age genre was always one of my favorites, so one focused on 19th century girlhood and the different ways each of them “come of age” was even more appealing to me. Plus, each of them is relevantly flawed, which makes this narrative of “little women” (who in a patriarchal society are brought up to be perfectly good in an idolized way) refreshing, therefore resonating the more with young female readers. As a matter of fact, Meg (although the oldest and wisest) can be pretty vain and jealous, while Jo has to deal with her anger issues and Amy starts off as a spoiled little brat. Even Beth, with all her purity and good heart, must learn to open up and trust others.

Alcott writes this realistic account of feminity from a deeply personal point of view, as proved by a passage in her journal from May 1868: “Never liked girls or knew many, except my sisters; but our queer plays and experiences may prove interesting, though I doubt it.” The way she’s able to step in the depths of girlhood even though she “never liked girls or knew many” is remarkable, while at the same time explains how autobiographical is Jo’s character. Like her, Alcott’s goal was to support herself and her family through her writing. As Regina Barreca says in the Introduction for this Signet Classics edition, with “a fierce sense of independence”, Alcott refused to follow the two obvious paths for women at the time: marriage and teaching (x). She tried to do the same with Jo: “Girls ask me who the little women marry, as if that was the only end and aim of a woman’s life”, she writes. “I won’t marry Jo to Laurie to please any one”.

But the core of the story for me is exactly Jo and Laurie’s relationship. Not because of the romantic light in which her public at the time saw it, but exactly because of her refusal to bind them in a traditional heteronormative romance. In my opinion, they are one of the best literary representations of platonic soulmates. I’m aware that I’m using very contemporary terms to analyse a 19th century novel, but I take this liberty with Alcott since she was a woman extremely ahead of her time. In fact, according to Susan Straight in the Afterword for this same edition, she was “a staunch supporter of women’s right and education, an enemy of corsets and a proponent of marriage as companionship, not a romantic and impractical love union” (506).

Laurie, the only main male character of this female-driven narrative, has a very feminine name for starters, while Jo shortens her name to seem more boyish. In this sense, their first interaction is very pertinent:

‘(...) thank you, Mr. Laurence. But I am not Miss March, I’m only Jo,’ returned the young lady. 

‘I’m not Mr. Laurence, I’m only Laurie.’ 

‘Laurie Laurence, what an odd name.’ 

‘My first name is Theodore, but I don’t like it, for the fellows called me Dora, so I made them say Laurie instead.’ 

‘I hate my name, too, so sentimental! I wish every one would say Jo instead of Josephine.’

Their androgyny acts as a mirror-image to each other, and they instantly connect. They first meet while hiding from a party inside a curtained recess, and then end up dancing away from everybody in the hall. Jo finds in Laurie the boy she always wanted to be, while Laurie seeks in her a liberation from his self-confinement. She is also his doorway for the March family, where he acquires the feminine figures that had been missing in his life thus far. That’s why they work so well as kindred spirits, while romance would be an unnecessary plot device. As Laurie himself tells Jo after mistaking his love for her as a romantic one:

“I never shall stop loving you, but the love is altered, and I have learned to see that it is better as it is. Amy and you changed places in my heart, that’s all. I think it was meant to be so, and would have come about naturally, if I had waited”

For me, Jo was clearly from the beginning an aromantic character, thus why I don’t really enjoy her ending with Mr. Bhaer. Greta’s turn in her film adaptation is delightful, and it gives us a deeper understanding of Alcott’s initial intentions for the story:

DASHWOOD: So, who does she marry? 

JO: No one. She doesn’t marry either of them. 

DASHWOOD: No. No, no, no, that won’t work at all. 

JO: She says the whole book that she doesn’t want to marry. 

DASHWOOD: WHO CARES! Girls want to see women MARRIED. Not CONSISTENT. 

JO: It isn’t the right ending. 

DASHWOOD: The right ending is the one that sells. 

Jo thinks. Dashwood pounces. DASHWOOD (CONT'D): If you end your delightful book with your heroine a spinster, no one will buy it. It won’t be worth printing. 

Jo shifts. She considers. JO: I suppose marriage has always been an economic proposition. Even in fiction. 

DASHWOOD: It’s romance! 

JO: It’s mercenary. 

DASHWOOD: Just end it that way, will you? 

JO: Fine.

Many argue that, by canonically marrying Mr. Bhaer and having his children, while at the same time opening her school, Jo is “the first American literary heroine to ‘have it all’, both love and career” (Christine Doyle). But I think that would be more the goal of someone like Amy, whose main desire is, throughout the whole novel, to be an artist, and who also ends up marrying Laurie. Jo is a different person who, in my opinion, isn’t made for marriage; not with the character I defend to be her soulmate, neither with the character whom I allow she may have an attraction for - but wouldn’t go as far as to marry. Of course, that is my “contemporary” point of view, but it’s a point of view that I believe many women already felt in patriarchal 19th century society, only didn’t have the tools to express or the freedom to engage in. And that’s why Greta’s new take on this classic tale is so relevant and refreshing, paying tribute to Alcott’s legacy, life and literature in every way.

#Little women #louisa may alcott #greta gerwig #signet classics #classics #literature #American literature #coming of age #jo march #the march family #meg march #amy march #beth march #Laurie #saoirse Ronan #Florence Pugh #timothee chalamet #books #book #books and flowers #flowers and books #flowers #white flowers #bookstagram

[yelenaslyubov]

Secret Visits

main masterlist || amy march || requests

pairing: amy march x female reader

warnings: lots of fluff

description: you’re spending the night at the March family house and Amy decides to pay you a visit, hoping not to draw any attention to the two of you sneaking around.

word count: 1.8k

You watched as the smoke twirled above the burning flame of the candle on your bedside table. The room glowed a dim orange, the shadows of stagnant objects being cast upon the walls. Your hand slowly danced in the air by your head from your lying position, observing the shapes it made all along the room.

Breathing deep with a heavy sigh, you glanced over to see if Jo was still truly asleep. Her chest was rising and falling at a steady rate indicating her soundness and you knew she wouldn’t stir for the rest of the night.

It wasn’t often that you had the chance to stay the night over at the March’s. You spent most of your days here while it was light and when there was liveliness through the house, not at the quietness of night. There was a sense of loneliness that poured over you, even as you lay in reasonable proximity to your favorite girls. There was no laughter, there was no playwriting, and there were no feasts, only the darkness and your perilous thoughts were present now.

You had no recollection of the time but you had been trying to keep yourself busy for a couple hours now. You were restless for reasons you had no control over. The blonde hair and blue tarlatan dress occupied most of your mind and took up the time you had designated for sleeping. The thought of her soft fingertips trailing dangerously underneath the cotton of your nightdress had your mind whirling and your stomach fluttering. You shut your eyes and played the memory over in your head and hummed at the scene running in your mind. It had only happened once, but you desired so deeply for her gentle touch to light that spark across your skin once more.

Even as these thoughts flooded your brain during the dead of night, causing you to lose sleep, you wouldn’t have it any other way. She was all you thought about, day or night.

Her perfect nose, her elegant facial features, her rosy lips, and all the things you shouldn’t even begin to describe. You wanted it all as long as it was hers.

“Psst.” You heard a mouse-like whisper coming from the doorway.

There she was.

You flipped over to face the beauty in the doorframe and flashed her a smile. She took your gesture as an invitation to proceed into the room.

Your eyes never left her as she walked to your bedside. Her soft footsteps that did their best to not wake the people deep in slumber made you want to giggle in amusement but you pushed it aside. Her figure passed in front of the light source from the candle and you had to turn your eyes away from her, as the light shined through the fabric draped over her, revealing the curves under her gown that you longed to see for yourself. Her hair was down from its usual updo and loosely curled around her shoulders, cascading down her upper back. You felt honored that this moment had led you to see the wonder and grace that you laid your eyes upon now.

She hesitantly pulled the quilt down from the top of the bed, gaining her more access to slip under it. Ever so quietly, she dipped between the cool sheets and shared the small space with you, her face inches away from yours.

“Hi,” she whispered, her eyes trained on yours.

“Hi,” you said back, which made the corners of her mouth turn up. “Why have you found yourself in my bed so late at night, Amy March?”

Anytime you used her full name it sent a pink hue across her cheeks, making you smirk in return. Little did she know that’s exactly why you did it.

“Would you like me to be truthful, or disguise my intentions for the sake of our leisure?” she asked, her gaze downcast and playing with the ring on her finger.

“The truth. Always the truth.”

She sighed, still not meeting your stare. “My mind would not stop wandering, every thought was consumed by you.”

With that, she finally locked her eyes on yours again, just in time for the breath to hitch in your throat. You knew you had asked her to be honest, but you did not think she would be quite that honest with you or about you.

She brought her hand up to your cheek as her thumb drew circles like her fine paint brushes on your skin. You knew she could feel the heat radiate off your face as she touched it but you didn’t care. You wanted her to know the effect she had on you.

You took this time of stillness to observe and study every feature on her perfectly carved face. It seemed that before she was born it was as if the Greek Gods had planned out and sketched every curve and hollow on her face, making sure it was fit for beauty. Their intentions had mocked you, for how should you stay away when every part of her was more divine than any sculpture and painting across the world. You could search for an eternity and find no one sweeter looking than darling Amy. And you wouldn’t want to, for you had everything you ever needed right in front of you.

“And what about you?” Her words broke you out of your trance. “What do you have to say for yourself? What keeps you lying awake?”

“I have just been thinking about the lovely green scarf I would like to start knitting tomorrow,” you smiled as you flipped onto your back and looked up at the ceiling. You wanted to mess with her to see the reaction you would produce.

She pinched your side through your gown with her fingers, making your body fold on the side and laugh.

“You are telling me that you have been lying awake for hours thinking about yarn and knitting? I thought we were to be truthful?” she mocked, her eyebrows knitted together but a giddy smile on her face.

“Alright, here is the truth,” you sighed, still looking up but closing your eyes to reimagine all the thoughts you had been having. “It would be dishonest of me to say that those were the activities I have been thinking of.”

“Oh?” she sounded a little surprised. “So what have you been wondering about?” You knew she knew the answer, she just wanted to get you to say it for yourself.

“I am not ashamed to say that it has been you. It seems that the minute I shut my eyes, you are the only thing I see. At first I felt I should feel disagreeable about the lack of rest I was getting, but I soon found comfort in the thoughts.” You turned to look at her and the big green and glassy eyes that made the whole world want to gaze into their artistry too. “I find comfort in you, Amy. And if it is not too audacious to say, you are all I think about.”

The look of longing on her face never faltered. That longing for you.

She pulled you closer to her body with her arm and rested her forehead against yours. Her lips met the tip of your nose in a long awaited kiss and her hand stroked the side of your head, moving the hair away from your face.

“I know we are wrong for this. The world would never look our way if we were to say what we feel for one another. We would never be permitted to feel this way during the day and out in society.” You knew her words were right which is why they stung so much more rolling off her tongue. “But I am beginning to feel that I do not care what they think of us. I would rather be six feet under the earth than be parted from you.”

“Oh Amy, please don’t say such things,” you pleaded, taking her own two hands into yours. You thought a moment before continuing. “I never wish to be separated from you either, but these feelings and visits must stay secret for now, at least until we can find the right moment when they will understand us. Okay, my darling?”

She emitted a sad smile and nodded her head in agreement. You knew the two of you being together was a difficult topic to be wrapped up in, but it was something that needed to be discussed. Although society would never have you lay as a man and woman would, during these nightly visits, it felt as if you finally could.

You watched her as her eyes fluttered closed, the fatigue finding its way into her body. You wished with all your heart and being she could stay beside you through the night while you comforted her soul and wrapped your arms securely around her, protecting her from whatever the cruel world had to offer her, but it was too risky.

“I know you do not wish to, nor do I, but you must go back to your own bed. There would be questions we would not want to answer in the morning if your family were to find us lying next to one another.” The words tasted bitter in your mouth, but you wanted your love to stay sheltered and unharmed as long as it was allowed.

She complied and nodded her head once. Before she climbed out of the bed, she placed a tender kiss upon your forehead, lingering just for a moment, then sadly breaking away.

She left the bed as quietly as she came. You reached out for her hand just before she had the chance to leave you once again. You planted a few light pecks on her knuckles, possibly trying to show the little bit of love you had to offer her in the dead of night. She smiled when you looked up at her from the bed, making you smile in return. She had a way of doing that. Making everyone else around her smile at the turn of her lips.

When she made it to the door, she turned around to give you one last look. “Until tomorrow,” she whispered.

“Until tomorrow,” you replied back sweetly.

And then she was gone, as if she was never there in the first place. Your only indication that any of it was real was the lingering smell of her sweet floral scent and the memory of her skin rubbed against yours.

So you tried to sleep, but not without getting lost in the thought of looking into her emerald eyes. The eyes that drowned and swallowed every thought you had ever made. That green made sleep come easily after all, as you had never found home in anyone’s eyes before Amy March’s.

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—imagine spending the day at the beach with amy

“isn’t it beautiful out, y/n?” “yes, it is absolutely lovely out. it’s a perfect day to spend with my favorite person.”

you both sit and talk about the town gossip

she’s constantly asking you for your opinion on her drawings

“well are you sure it looks good? i think i need to shade more right there,” she points her pencil at a spot on the page “you see?”

you convince her to take a walk down the beach and look for shells

“oh, what do you think of this one amy?” you bend down and grab a tan shell, “this one is in almost perfect shape!”

while walking your hands lightly brush against eachother, making you both blush and look away

amy smiled, “i guess the beach isn’t so bad when i have you here with me.”

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