#jo march x reader

[feyofmay]

Girls are Never Civil

Laurie x March!Reader x Jo (platonic) Summary: When a Laurie & Jo are walking home, they spot Jo's younger sister on the ground (reader/Ducky). Jo attempts to help her sister, but it does not go as planned. word count: 2.5k Warnings: Fluffffffffff, all platonic, laurie gets kicked in the no no square, reader gets called "Ducky"

This story is a snippet from my longer Laurie x reader romance story, so please let me know if you want more!! its already at 20k wordsssss :)

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This is part of a larger story I'm writing called "What Women are For", which is Laurie x Reader (romantic). Let me know if you're interested in reading it!

Tightly curled up into a knot, in the middle of the dirt road, a trembling wad of buttercup yellow fabric shakes and wails into the torn flesh of her fist. Sympathising with the lump of stains, tears, and snot, the trees hang still in a moment of tender silence. The middle March sister has stopped trying to breathe through her sobs, as the dust from the path had raced up her nose and left a shocking pain. It’s as if someone shoved stinging nettle straight up her nostrils and pushed until the tip of the branch tickled her brain. 

A hot red bite mark appears as if it’d been welted to the plush skin of her hand. She swears she’s bitten straight to the bone. Still, the tears continue to cascade down her blubbery cheeks as they slip their way into the wound. Overwhelmed with pulsing, hot pain, she can’t tell if the injury, itself, or the salt from her tears biting at her raw flesh hurts more. Everything hurts so much. All she wants is for Marmee to pick her up and cradle her like she had when the girl was younger. She wants Marmee to kiss away her tears and promise her everything would be alright. She wants to be home, where Meg would wipe at her wounds with a damp rag while Amy buries her face into Beth’s stomach and cries her own, fat tears. Even when she isn’t the one who got hurt, Amy still always ends up crying. However, the middle March didn’t mind Amy’s theatrics, as it meant that Jo would end up teasing the younger March rather than her. Still, she’d never admit that, or any of this. She’d be far too embarrassed. If anyone knew that she felt this way, she’d surely have to run away from home forever. Wherever could she go, anyways? She’d go West to California. No, she’d had to leave the country and go to Europe. Maybe then she could build her life up from scratch and escape the teasing of her sisters. 

Caught up in her own puddle of pity, the middle sister doesn’t catch the familiar sound of clumsy, crashing boots hitting the dirt path. Not far down the road and following the setting sun, a grey tattered wool skirt chases the wind as a high collared, perfectly off white shirt stumbles after her. Their laughter sings in perfect harmony with each other, and, around them, the world pauses to smile and watch as their youth passes them by. Each leaf and blade of grass gleams warmly, knowing that they will feed this memory to the flora of next summer. Unsuspecting and attempting to hide within the folds of her baby fat, she doesn’t hear as the footsteps come to a halt. The sound of their panting breaths fills their own ears. For a moment, all they can do is stare at the small conglomeration of dirt and snot. Swiftly, that moment ends as one of them stomps up to her.

“Ducky, what on Earth are you doing?” she spits out with more venom than intended, but such is the voice of a teen girl. The older sister’s hand shoots out and pinches Ducky’s dust-covered forearm. However, the young girl doesn’t squeal as her eyes shoot up to confirm her worst fears. The dirt on her face has mixed with her tears, leaving a thin film of mud on her cheeks. Her face is still stuffed with her baby fat and clinging onto her childhood as she enters her first few years of teenagedom. Immediately after locking eyes with her older sister, Ducky starts to thrash and shake like a force beyond nature. Her fists swing wildly and her legs rise and fall like the waves of the tsunami. Dirt kicks up around them and peels back their human disguise. It reveals what the two truly are. They are girls. They are hurricanes and the screaming wind at night. They are motion and sound and all that will forever remain restless. Girls will never be civil. They will never shed their empathy to trade it for boots and proper manners. Instead, they will spend their days fighting in the dirt and letting the dust mix with their sweat. The dust will turn to mud and clay, and, when the sun sets, they will freeze into statues, preserving their childhood forever.

“Let go, Jo-” Ducky shrieks as she kicks everywhere but where her sister is planted. Still, Jo is stronger than her sister, and her grip is determined. Ducky’s plump fingers wrap around Jo’s wrist as she continues to flail like a blouse in a tornado. 

“What is wrong with you?” Jo yells back even louder, joining her sister in her insanity. After all, what are sisters for, if not to join each other in their melodrama? Rushing to her aid, a boy, about Jo’s age, presses his palms to the younger girl’s shoulders and allows his weight to give him the upperhand. Ducky, seeing Jo’s companion, lets out a deafening scream as her eyes shoot up to Jo.

“-No! No! No! Just let me die here! I’d rather die!” Ducky spits out, as she clings onto her sister’s arm. Now, instead of screaming curses about her name, her fingers plead Jo to not let go. Her eyes, the size of teacups at this point, dart between the two. She’s too stubborn to hold her sister's gaze, but she’s too scared to look into the boy’s, who she’s spent the last half year avoiding like he’s death incarnate. 

When he first introduced himself to the March’s, after the ball where Meg had sprained her ankle, it was then she started feeling something fester and skitter around in her stomach. An adolescent boy was in her house. He was in her house, and he was talking to his sisters. She didn’t speak a word, and she never intended to ever find herself within a mile of him. Every time he would make his way over to their home, Ducky would race over to tumble behind the nearest wall or piece of convenient furniture. Amy and Beth would laugh and tease her for her ridiculous behavior, but they didn’t understand. How could they? Amy and Beth were still kids, but she, Ducky, was a teen girl. Amy and Beth could never understand.

“No can do. So sorry to dissapoint,” Jo’s friend replies through shallow gasps of air, and, for the first time, Ducky gets a good look at his face. His hair is the same color as when the first calls of morning brush against the forest’s skin, and slivers of his eyes twinkle amber in the last caresses of the day’s gentle touch. When she meets his eyes, his gaze is real but not stern. Without speaking, she can see the boy who’s only truly grown in the ways that allow him to wear a man’s clothes. With hunched shoulders and a tight jaw, what stares back at her isn’t the lumbering shadow she’s stitched onto his frame. All that’s there is a teen boy, who’s not all that different from her. 

And, as the dust settles, and all three of them catch their breaths, the youngest of them is able to think again. It’s then, she realizes, a boy, a teen boy, is touching her. Once again, she tenses up and acts before her next breath. To say exactly what happened next is impossible. However, in the blink of an eye, Ducky’s knee raises, his grip loosens, and suddenly he’s curled up into himself and clutching between his legs. 

“Are you insa - Oh lord, Teddy are you okay?” Jo stumbles through her words as she rushes over to her friend’s side. Ducky inches away from the two of them. Her breaths are shaky and ragged, and the inside of her throat is torn from heaving in dust. She’s not exactly sure she’s even breathing. 

“He grabbed me! What else was I to do?” Ducky shouts over Jo while a new stream of steady tears bubble down her cheeks. All she can hear is the rush of her heart as her skin tightens and squeezes her aching bones. Does Jo care more about Teddy then her? Will Jo hate her forever for this? She can’t lose Jo to a boy. It would be too devastating.

“Because you were kicking and squealing like a rabid pig,” Jo reminds her as Teddy starts to sit himself up and brush off the dirt that cakes his linen pants. The dirt has turned his pristinely off-white shirt a patchy shade of taupe, and pieces of hair cling to the sweat that stains his forehead. 

“I’m sorry! Please don’t be mad at me,” the younger sister begs, pulling her knees to her chest. Only then does Jo notice the clean rip across her sister’s dress, and her knees, which may have once been red, are painted a festering purple and green. Jo shuffles on her knees over to her sister. Reaching out to touch Ducky’s wound, her hand is quickly swatted away.

“Don’t touch me-”

“What happened?” Jo asks with a biting tongue that’s nearly indistinguishable from Marmee’s stern tone, who they both knew would be anything but pleased if she saw this scene play out in front of her. 

“- I won’t tell you!” Ducky exclaims, her fingers digging into the fabric of what once was a yellow dress. Now, the dress better resembles a scrap of hazy beige fabric with twisting red stains. 

“If I say, he’ll make fun of me! I’ll be a big joke to the both of you,” Ducky continues rambling on before Jo can reply. The older sister scoffs before she can even think of a smart response. 

“Stop being stupid.”

“I’m not! He’ll laugh at me and then you’ll join in too. I’ll die before I tell either of you.”

“I promise I won’t laugh if you tell us what happened,” Teddy speaks up, stopping the glaring contest between the two March sisters. Rather, he ends up with both of the sisters’ wrath upon him as they try to burn holes through him with their gazes alone. However, after his words settle in a new silence, the younger of the two March’s expression softens like butter left in the sun.

“...Will you pinky promise?” she inquisitively replies, not an ounce of humor in her voice. Still curled into a shaking dust ball, Ducky’s shoulders fall as her skin relents and lets her body relax again. 

“Yes, I will,” He replies with the same sincerity as he crawls over, pinky extended. Still shaking, Ducky sticks out her pinky. The blood on her finger has congealed, leaving a deep maroon and brown crust on it that highlights the creases and wear of her fingers. Without hesitation, Teddy curls his pinky around her own, and she stares down as some of her blood coagulates and mixes with the muck that coats his hand. The teen boy’s gaze stops slightly higher, as he finally is granted permission to commit the middle March’s features to memory. Her cheeks are practically about to burst with youth and baby bat. An enteral rosy flush of girlhood stains her skin, and her eyes walk a fine line of being doe-like and bug-like. Her features are an odd amalgamation of the child she’s been and the lady she’s becoming. Suddenly, a fit of giggles bubbles up from her chest, and she looks up at Teddy while their fingers stay intertwined. 

“I thought I saw a fairy, and so I chased it. and then I tripped and fell and ripped Meg’s dress and the pain was so bad I bit my hand and I skinned my knees and I think some of my chin,” Ducky admits with a twitching, uneven smile stretched across her face. One of Teddy’s eyebrows raise in an incredulous surprise, presenting a smile that’s symmetrical to the younger girl’s. He slowly turns his head back to meet Jo’s gazes, whose eyes are glued to her sister’s. Slowly, like a pot of water coming to a simmer, all three of them dissolve into a fit of giggles. Their voices bubble and pop into the summer air as they shake the dust off their clothes with their heaving shoulders and shaking heads. None of them know exactly what the joke is, but none of them can fight through the never ending stream of laughter to ask. For what feels like seconds and days, the three lay on the road twisting and writhing in laughter until the sun finds rest in a valley far from the three’s line of sight. 

Once the three finish collecting the remnants of themselves and picking up their aching bodies from the road, Jo hoists Ducky onto her back and kisses her bloody hand. A small streak of the dusty maroon liquid stains her lips, but the older sister doesn’t try to wipe it off. Ducky’s cheek is pressed to hers as they walk at a leisurely pace. All either can hear is the steady rate of their perfectly similar breaths. A silent “I love you” is shared in each inhale, and, through each exhale, boths’ feelings are validated and fully realized. Teddy matches their pace as they walk through the beginning of the young night’s song. Stretching out her hand, Ducky lightly brushes the creased fabric of his sleeve in a poor attempt to tap his shoulder. The young girl doesnt look over to him but, rather, rests her chin on her sister’s shoulder.

“I’m Y/N, but Jo n’ everyone calls me ‘Ducky’,” the young girl introduces herself as if he hasn’t been Jo’s friend for several passing seasons, “I hate it, but you can call me it, if you want to.” Although she has found the courage to speak to the young boy, she hasn’t found it in herself to look him in the eyes. Perhaps one day she’ll find her bravery hiding in the trenches of her gut, but today is not that day. Teddy smiles through a sigh as he looks over at her. Half of her dress is so torn it almost drags against the ground, and the rest of her is hidden under the protective folds of Jo’s gray skirt. 

“I’m Laurence, but Jo calls me ‘Teddy’ and everyone else calls me ‘Laurie’,” The young boy plays along in introducing himself. For a split second, he catches her eyes darting over to catch his gaze, but the second is quick.

“Okay, Laurie,” she replies simply, ending the conversation as soon as it had started. For the rest of the trek home, the three walk in silence, and the world doesn’t speak either as it watches over the three make their way home. 

Please like & repost & comment !! Also let me know if you're interested in reading the whole Laurie x reader fanfic !! It goes back & forth between past & present, similar to 2019 movie adaption.

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[swanimagines]

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[dontcryshopgirl152]

Your Husband Jo

Josephine "Jo" March x Fem!Reader

Summary: For as long as you could remember, you’d had a crush on Jo March. You and Jo are both back home for the summer after getting engaged and married, respectively, and your midnight rendezvous will end with a different kind of union. (2.9K Words)

Notes: Hello! Apologies in advance for any inaccuracies, I'm a very casual fan of Little Woman but a very serious fan of actual women.

This is my first fic, and I hope you enjoy it! This is fun writing practice for me after a long hiatus from the craft, and just a fun way to be more chill with sexuality, so please don't take it super seriously. If you did like it, let me know, I'd love to make more writing friends!

Warnings: Sex! Fingering, scissoring. Some angst (given the whole engaged/married situation, but very light and not mentioned much).

For as long as you could remember, you’d had a crush on Jo March. She was the star you perpetually orbited around, no matter how long you’d been away or how many other dazzling women you met. There was something intoxicating about the way she held a pen, a fork, hell, even a handkerchief; she was so sure of herself. She let herself be clumsy and strong and ungraceful, and she did it all with such confidence.

Over the years, the two of you had become close friends, bonding over a shared love of theatre and long walks and hating the small town you were both stuck in. Living a few doors down didn’t hurt, either; sneaking out at night was easy in the warm summer months, and you had spent many clear nights down by the creek, laying elbow to elbow watching the night sky slowly spin past above you.

She would lay her head on your stomach sometimes when her neck hurt from being bent over her desk too long, and it took everything in you to keep your breathing normal when her cheek rested on the soft, thin cotton of your nightgown. Every once in a while, she would fall asleep there, her head drifting to the side, breath blowing gently up into the curve of your breasts, and your heart would flip in your chest.

Those girlhood summers came and went, and now you found yourself home for a new kind of summer. You had met your fiance while traveling to New York for a visit to your uncle, and he was a kind and gentle man, and soft-spoken, and he adored you. But you’d scarcely gotten to know him before your family deemed it a suitable match and sent you home to prepare, brushing up on all of your wifely duties.

It was on a trip to the post office to send a letter to your betrothed that you see her again. Stepping down from a carriage, blinking into the blinding Massachusetts sun, hand shielding her eyes. The woman’s skirt catches on the step of the carriage, and she has to turn and bend down to free it, revealing a flash of bare skin. You stop in your tracks; Jo never wears stockings, no matter how much her mother harps on her to be proper. She rights herself quickly and turns towards where you stand transfixed. She gasps a little and her face breaks into a wide grin.

“Y/N!” she shouts, dropping the small bag she has been clutching and running towards you at full speed. You drop your envelopes and meet her in a crashing hug. She lifts you easily and spins you around, laughing. When she sets you down, she leans back to meet your gaze.

“It’s been so long, I didn’t expect to see you home this summer. What are you doing here?”

You were just as surprised. Last you’d heard, Jo had married some German professor after moving to the city, and that was three years ago.

“I’m to brush up on house-wife duties before I…” you trail off. You don’t want to tell her you are engaged, it feels wrong for some reason.

Her smile falters a bit. “You are engaged to be married?” You nod.

“That’s marvelous, Y/N!” she grins again, but this time a little too wide, her voice going up a bit too high. “You must let me walk with you later so you can tell me all about it!”

You nod in agreement, then see a man approaching from behind where Jo stands. Tall and lanky, he reaches her silently and simply places a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, Y/N, my deepest apologies, this is Friedrich Bhaer, my, uh, husband.”

He lifts up a hand to remove his hat, but his gaze never leaves Jo’s shoulder. He swiftly returns his hand to his jacket pocket and looks at Jo expectantly.

“We really must be off, but may I see you later? We can go to our old spot.” Jo meets your gaze again, something wild in her eyes, and you nod.

“Of course, Jo, that sounds wonderful.”

She clasps your hand tightly with her own, and then she is gone.

…

For reasons you can’t fully explain, you find yourself sneaking out when night falls, and your feet lead you to your and Jo’s old spot. Three quarters of a mile into the forest, there is an old, hollow fallen tree that lays beside a quieter stretch of the creek. It is here that you would abscond with old rags and candle stubs as girls, creating a little house in the shelter of the old fir. You would read poems and tidy the fallen branches that fell around the base of the tree, pretending to prepare for company, cook meals, and lounge by an imaginary fire. Now, you sit inside the empty shell and sigh. It’s a clear, warm night, and everything feels hazy and stretched to infinity. You had tried to sleep earlier, but an hour, then two had passed and your eyes still did not grow tired.

You had tried to imagine what being married to your future husband would be like, but it frightened you. You were afraid of exposing yourself to him, having him make love to you. You had heard it was painful from cousins and friends, in hushed conversations overheard around clothing lines and kitchens after dark. You had kissed a boy when you were small and remember it being underwhelming. You thought back to the summers here at the tree, how Jo would gaze up at you from where she lay on your stomach, fingertips dancing over your legs, how your hands would tremble, mouth becoming dry.

You remembered the summer before she left for New York, the last night you shared here at your spot. How she bent her head to your forehead, placing a kiss there. How her hands found the hem of your skirt, gently lifting it up, exposing your legs to the late autumn air.

“I will be your husband tonight,” she had whispered, slipping two fingers into your waiting mouth. You had sucked gently, and those same fingers had guided you to gasping.

Lost in the memory, your hand wanders to your breast, squeezing gently, hoping to replicate the feeling of that night. You had tried so many times since, but couldn't make yourself gasp the way she had that night. You close your eyes and try to remember what she had smelled like, the way the ends of her hair had felt just barely touching your arms.

You jolt out of your reverie when you hear a twig snap a few feet away. You shrink back into the tree with a start, your hands flying away from yourself. Who could have seen you leave? The whole house was fast asleep when you padded out the door. And no one knows where this spot is, it’s off the path and well-hidden by branches.

Suddenly, Jo’s face appears in the opening of the tree. “I thought I might find you here!”

You gasp a little, nervously. “How did you know I would be here?”

She crawls into the tree, her knees scraping along the forest floor to fit inside. “Just a hunch.”

Her hair has fallen out of its braid and flows down her back. She wears a thin chemise and long, flowing skirt, thinning at the hem from wear and tear. You notice with a start that you can see her nipples poking up gently beneath her shirt, and swallow to see their pert attention. You had seen her like this before, but not in years. You bring your gaze back up to her face and she is gazing at you, that same wild look in her eyes as before.

“You’re engaged,” she repeats her earlier question again, softly, sadly. You just nod. “Do you love him?”

You realize you’re holding your breath and let it go shakily. Jo reaches out to grasp your arms, gently but firmly, with all the strength of her lean frame. You jolt a little under her touch, and realize that despite the warm summer evening, you’re shivering a bit.

“I…I do not know,” you concede, eyes flashing down to study the leaf strewn floor. Her grip tightens, nose flaring as she breathes in hard. You have scarcely seen her like this before, she seems nervous and on edge.

“Y/N…” she begins, biting her lip. She rocks forward a bit, seeming to become unbalanced, and you grasp her biceps to help hold her up. She sucks in a breath and you meet her gaze again.

Before you know what is happening, she is leaning in and crashing the soft pink of her mouth against your lips. You gasp a little and fall back into the wall of the tree, and she follows you, pinning you there by your elbows. It takes you a moment to process that Jo March, the woman you have been in love with since you knew what love was, is kissing you. And you are kissing her back, your body seeming to move of its own accord. She lifts her hands from your arms to your face, cradling your jaw in one hand and pulling you deeper into the kiss with the other, tangling it in the hair at the nape of your neck. Your hands fall to her waist and you feel her suck in her stomach at your touch. One of your hands sits just below the hem of her shirt, and you feel the skin of her lower back there, beneath your fingertips. It’s warm and soft and feels electric. Everywhere your skin touches hers is on fire.

She deepens the kiss, pushing her tongue into your mouth, and you grip her tighter, your other hand coming up from her skirted hip to her back, pushing her shirt up an inch higher. She sighs and eases one hand down your neck to the small of your back, and you arch into her at the sensation. She holds you fast and pivots the two of you sloppily to lay you down on the soft leaves below, notching one knee in between your legs and one to the left of your hip. You grunt as you hit the ground and she pulls her face away for a moment.

“Are you hurt?” she asks, her eyebrow knit in concern. She is breathing hard, her face flushed. You smile a bit, dazed.

“No,” you answer, ‘I’m fine.”

“Good.” she sighs. You glance down at her chest again and see her nipples, now straining a bit at the fabric. You realize you’ve bunched it in your hand behind her. You start to loosen your grip, but get a better idea and let your hands wander from her back around to her breasts under the shirt. She realizes what you’re doing and her mouth falls open a bit. She fumbles to remove her shirt but soon her torso is set free, and you watch as her breasts become exposed to the moonlight.

They look so soft, like fallen snow still untouched after drifting into smooth heaps across the fields. Her nipples are starkly darker, and look like small hardened pebbles in this light. She shivers a little at your initial touch, but seems to melt a little into your hands as you work at her breasts, rolling her nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. This elicits a small whimper from her, and you raise your eyes to meet her. She is panting a little now, her mouth still hanging open a little. You look back to her breasts and roll her nipple again with your left hand, more slowly this time. She lets out a low moan and dips her head a bit towards you, eyes closed. You remove your hand and she whimpers, only to gasp when your teeth close around the spot your fingers had occupied. You suck on her and she leans into you, chest heaving beneath your mouth.

“Y/N,” she gasps, a hand shooting up to grasp the nape of your neck and pull you closer. You lavish your tongue on her nipple and use your other hand to massage her other breast, and you can feel her shaking a bit. You pull your face away and look into her eyes again, now just a few inches from your own.

“Be my husband,” you gasp.

In answer, she starts peppering kisses down your neck, slipping the buttons of your nightgown open to reveal your own breasts, already heaving from before she had arrived. She sucks a harsh kiss into the space just below the curve of one, and you suck in a hot breath. She pulls you up to remove the nightgown from your arms and keeps kissing you, warming your skin with her mouth. Your stomach is upside down, and there is a heat in the pit of your core that you know well. You are sure there is a spot on your nightgown where your arousal is pooling beneath you.

“Jo,” you moan, winding your fingers into her hair. “Please, I am begging you.”

She stops and leans back, breasts heaving, hair wild. She reaches a hand up to your lips and you open your mouth to her fingers, two sliding in easily. You loll your tongue around them, sucking gently, and she moans again. She pulls out her fingers with a soft pop and lowers her hand to your stomach, pulling up your nightgown with the other hand to reveal your thighs and now dripping pussy. She grins wickedly.

“My, my, dear wife,” she coos. “What is this?”

You groan at the title. “Please husband,” you pant. “Please, I need you.”

She teases your folds a little. Her spit-soaked fingertips have grown cold in the air, and you shudder and gasp as they meet your hot center. She slips one finger in, then another, up to the second knuckle easily before curling them a bit inside you. You cry out and she smiles again.

“Yes, dear wife, let your husband take care of you,” she whispers huskily. She is thrusting into you now, gently but with a quick rhythm, and you can hear the wet sound of her hand going in and out. It sounds like heaven. You close your eyes and let the feeling wash over you. Jo March is making love to you. Jo March called you her wife. Jo March-

She stops for a moment and you groan in frustration, but the feeling is quickly replaced with fresh arousal as you feel her breath on your clit. She licks you a little, gently, experimentally, and the sound that comes out of you is embarrassingly needy. You slap a hand over your mouth and she looks up at you, a small smile on her face.

“My darling, do not worry,” she says, gently, licking you again. You groan once more, and she meets your gaze. “No one can hear you when you are safe in my bed, dear wife. Let yourself feel my love for you.”

She kisses your clit and begins moving her fingers within you again. You suck in air, but it is never enough, as the fire within you consumes it instantly. You find yourself arching into her touch, words leaving your mouth in an endless stream you have no awareness of as she hurries her hand inside you.

“Oh god, Jo, I love you, Jo, Jo, please, I need-”

“Call me your husband,” Jo hoarsely utters as she sucks in a breath.

“Husband, please, I am going to-oh god.”

She pulls her fingers nearly out of you and adds a third, stretching you. You whine and a sob comes out, the sensation of it overtaking you. Her hand within you is going so quickly you feel you might faint, your heart is pounding in your head. A great light explodes inside of you and you hear yourself cry out, even louder.

She never stops her motion, locking her lips around your clit and sucking while her hands work at you from the inside out. You feel yourself clenching around her and she hums contentedly, making sparks dance behind your eyes. Warmth spills out of you around her hand and you whimper, head swimming. She whispers into your clit in between licks, coaxing your cum out of you as you grasp at her hair, her shoulders, anything to keep you grounded.

As your orgasm subsides, she smiles and leans back, slowing her hand but not removing it. You take a shaky breath and open your eyes, blinking up into the starlight.

She leans up to kiss you gently and removes her hand, relishing the small whine that escapes your lips.

“Jo-” you start, then break off into a small sob. “I cannot marry that man.”

“Don’t worry, my dear wife,” she whispers, brushing the hair out of your eyes. “I will take care of everything.” She leans in and kisses your forehead, then pulls up and cradles you into her. You nestle into her chest, breathing in the scent of her skin mixed with your arousal, floating on the humid air. Your breathing slows as you listen to her heartbeat, the sound of the creek bubbling past, and the soft owl hoots in the distance. You feel safe here in her arms.

She strokes your head gently, whispering how much she has missed you in your ear, how every night she dreamed of coming back to this place and reuniting with you. You sigh contentedly and wish you could stay in this moment forever, soothed to restful sleep by the voice of your husband Jo March.

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[thehomeofplatonicfics]

Did I win?

March!reader x Jo and Laurie (platonic!)

Winter was most certainly your favourite season, if only because it meant that you could go ice skating with Jo and Laurie and race them. You and Jo quickly rushed down the stairs, throwing on shawls, gloves, and woolly hats as you went. The skates were snatched up and the pair of you were out the door before anyone had a chance to say anything to you both. Together you trudged through the snow as quick as you could, impatient to meet Laurie by the lake.

Laurie waved as you both approached, no words needed as you all dropped down onto the snow to lace your skates. Triumphantly, you stepped onto the ice first with a flourish, Jo and Laurie laughing at your antics.

You waited for them both, and soon you were all spinning round in a circle together and giggling at the sensation. “Alright ladies, line up there.” Laurie ordered with an amused tone, skating over to his imagined start line himself. “We race to that rock over there!” Jo suggested spiritedly, pointing to a decently sized jagged rock at the corner of the other side of the lake.

“Ready… set… go!” Laurie yelled out, and soon the sound of the blades striking against the ice, and the crunch of the deep edges you were using to gain speed were heard. Of course, the odd laugh or grunt of frustration could be heard too. As you were nearing the finish line however, you just managed to pick up enough speed to overtake Laurie. You cackled with glee at your impending victory, when suddenly your blade caught on a small branch that had frozen into the ice.

Your legs suddenly came out from underneath you and with the element of surprise against you, there was no opportunity to save yourself. The rock that could have meant glory now became your doom, as you smacked your head on the edge of it, crying out in pain and shock as you lay on the cold ice.

Thankfully, you were still partially conscious. You raised a shaking hand up to the side of the head, only to find your hand now red when you pulled it away. Your hearing was muffled but you could just make out Jo and Laurie shouting out and making their way over to you. Through bleary eyes you could see Jo totally panicking, yet Laurie remained completely calm.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Laurie asked, as he gently turned you over to see the damage. You moaned, unable to properly confirm that you were okay. “Christopher Columbus! Laurie, there’s so much blood!” Jo shrieked, as she saw your wound properly. Laurie didn’t reply, merely ripping his own shirt to try and pack the wound and stop it bleeding. Jo grabbed your hand, calling your name repeatedly to try and get you to say something, anything. Your vision began to grey, however, and soon the world went dark and you lost consciousness.

Laurie immediately started untying his skates, Jo catching on quickly and joining him. “My home is slightly closer, I’ll carry Y/N there.” Laurie said, his voice steady. “You run ahead and tell my father so he can send for the Doctor.” Jo got her shoes back on, but sat there dazed for a moment, staring at your wound. “Jo? Jo!” Laurie shook her shoulder to snap her out of her panic. “Sorry… I’ll meet you there.” Jo finally stood up and ran as fast as she could up the Laurence house.

Laurie knelt down and gently lifted you up in a princess style carry. The walk to the Laurence home was short, but since his visibility was greatly reduced by him carrying you in the thick snow, it took him a little longer than he would have liked. Jo and Mr Laurence were already there waiting for him at the front door, and together they rushed you up the stairs and down a long corridor into one of the guest bedrooms.

Slowly you were lowered onto a soft mattress, the covers brought up to your shoulders. Already, you made your mark by leaving a spot of blood as you had already bled through Laurie’s shirt. “Oh Mr Laurence, I’m so sorry.” Jo apologised upon noticing this. “Don’t you worry about it, my dear.” He replied, his forehead wrinkled from the deep frown he sported on his face, clearly concerned for you.

“I’ll go and get Marmee.” Laurie suddenly stated as he was already halfway out the door, running down the steps and towards the March home. Jo took her place beside you, perching on the edge of the bed. Maids flitted in and out the room but she didn’t notice them. Jo’s gaze never left you until she heard the comforting tones of Marmee’s voice ringing out in the corridor.

“Oh Marmee!” Jo shot up and ran towards her and Marmee caught her in her arms, gently stroking her hair. “Shh, Jo. It’s alright.” Marmee soothed, keeping Jo’s hand in hers as she moved towards you. With her free hand, she softly cupped your face. It was at this moment that the doctor arrived, and together he and Marmee worked to treat you.

Hours later - now clearly night time, your head was bound up tightly, a makeshift ice pack balancing on your wound as Jo and Laurie took turns holding and replacing it. You were a shade paler than your usual self, but looking much improved. Marmee had returned home to put Amy and Beth to bed but Meg, Jo and Laurie were all with you.

You shifted in the bed, alerting them that you were waking up and they crowded around you holding their breath. Slowly you opened your eyes, a little taken aback at all the faces looming over you. “Are you okay?” They all seemed to echo, their faces creeping closer to you. You looked at your sisters and then Laurie before smiling slightly.

“Did I win?”

Jo laughed and pulled you close to her, letting a few relieved tears escape her. “Yes, you did.” Laurie chuckled, patting your hand.

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[cauliflowertree]

jo march—we fell in love in october.

summary: jo only finds comfort in you.

word count: 0.4k

fanfic no. 007

“i hate pumpkins,” remarked jo, in particularly low spirits this autumn day.

“it is not as if you have to eat them,” you scoffed, scanning the small selection your town provided.

“they are so obnoxiously orange,” jo scowled, turning her nose up at the innocent vegetables.

“now jo,” you laughed, “what has you so cast down?” you asked her, knowing it was not the pumpkins offending her this much.

jo would not answer you, only hugged her winter coat tighter around her waist and played with the stray pieces of wool on her gloves. you accepted her silence more willingly than she would have liked, but refused to relent even if she was being ignored, which she so detested.

“what about this one?” you asked, picking up a hefty pumpkin amongst its brothers and sisters.

“looks like the rest,” she shrugged, turning to look at the passing carriages after giving her answer.

“has your publisher said something to upset you again?”

jo turned to you in alarm—was she really so predictable? timidly, she twirled her unkempt hair and glanced at you abashedly, knowing now she was caught and could not lie or avoid your questioning stare so easily.

“he wanted to change so much,” jo explained with a sigh, “and i know it is because he knows what will sell, but i wish what i wrote would sell just the same.”

you could not relate to her on this specific feeling, one you were unlikely ever to experience, but you offered your counsel and comfort nonetheless.

“oh, i am sorry, jo. maybe when you are established enough, you’ll be able to publish whatever you like, and you will not have to change for anyone,” you clasped her hands in yours, “i know i like your stories just as they are,” you consoled the girl.

“perhaps you are right,” she gave you a half hearted smile and then began to look over your shoulder, “i like that pumpkin,” she said after a moment, pointing to the stall behind you.

“which one? this one?” you asked.

“yes.”

“what’s so special about this one?” you asked her, dipping into your pockets for the money jo’s mother had given the two of you for this very adventure.

“it looks like it would make a good face,” jo explained with a lopsided grin, bending down to pick it up and cradle it.

“whatever you say jo, dear,” you laughed, paying special attention to the blush that crept up on her cheeks from the endearment that slipped past your lips.

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[eminems-skittles]

cassie's 1k follower celebration!!!

i never posted for when i hit 1k so it's time to celebrate!!!!! thank you all so much ily all!!!!!!! rules for requesting: must be following me (i mean you don't have to but it is preferred if you are gonna request), include preferred gender for reader (fem or gn!) and no smut!!!

blurb and headcanon requests will be open until midnight (PST) on november 26!!!

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people i am writing for 8 mile: b-rabbit friends: chandler bing, joey tribbiani gilmore girls: jess mariano harry potter: harry potter, ron weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, draco malfoy, oliver wood, cedric diggory little women: jo march, amy march, theodore 'laurie' laurence the mandalorian: din djarin marvel: loki, peter parker (andrew or tom), bucky barnes new girl: nick miller stranger things: steve harrington, robin buckley streamers: dreamwastaken, georgenotfound, sapnap, karl jacobs, quackity, punz, foolishgamers, wilbur soot suicide squad: rick flag shameless: lip gallagher top gun: maverick: rooster, hangman, phoenix, bob the west wing: josh lyman, charlie young, cj cregg, will bailey, sam seaborn, toby ziegler

prompts (requests don't need to include one of these prompts)

headcanon prompts: (if requesting headcanons you can request multiple people)

cooking with them

taking care of you when you are sick

how they act when they have a crush

little things they do in their relationship

how they realize they have feelings

different ways they cuddle

first i love you

what your songs/playlist as a couple would be

snow days with them

traveling

halloween with them

christmas with them

how they are with pda

fake dating

friends to lovers

dialogue prompts

"you got me flowers?"

"i just wanted to make sure you’re okay."

"aw, did you miss me?"

"you’re lucky that you’re cute."

"hold still. this might sting a little"

"is that my shirt?"

"c'mere you."

“Come over here and make me.”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Kiss me.”

“It could be worse.”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

"you could punch me in the face and i would still want you ngl.”

“are you cold? here you go. come here.""please stay."

"let me take care of you today. don’t do anything in return, just let me."

again, your request doesn't need to include any of these, they are here for ideas!

mutuals please boost <3 tagging some people: @yelenasdog @azzail @amenityexe @meloncholy-hussy @cj-reluv @gummiwas @emilysprentisss

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[imkittyjustkitty]

✂︎ - - - - - - - - - Kitty's Reader Insert Masterlist - - - - - - - - - - -

Below the cut are links to my writings for ; Marauders Era , Agent Carter , the Hatchetfield Universe , Little women , Stranger Things

— Marauders Era

Marauders + Co. ;

♡ — Party !! 852 words ; fluff ; gn!reader ; pride 2022 (celebration) Getting ready for a party with the marauders girls

Lily Evans ;

♡ — Lost , But Not Gone 786 words ; angst ; fem!reader ; standalone She wasn't a man and neither were you, and in the time you two were so dearly and wholly in love, it couldn’t be safe.

♡ — Decoration 714 words ; fluff ; gn!reader ; pride 2022 (cup-cake decoration) It's Dorcas and Marlene's one year anniversary of being together, so Dorcas asks her friends, including you and your girlfriend Lily, to help her organise a beautiful anniversary date for her and Marlene

♡ — Oh to be in Love 412 words ; fluff ; gn!reader ; pride 2022 (holding hands) Lily loves you, in ways she can't put into words.

♡ — Ourselves • MtF!Lily 1178 words ; angst → fluff ; ftm!reader ; pride 2022 (anniversary) Coming out is hard, especially when you struggle with communication and your partner also has something they're struggling with telling you.

♡ — Graduation Baking 375 words ; fluff ; gn!reader ; fluffuly 2022 (cooking/baking) Lily, who only likes baking small things like cookies and cupcakes, bakes something bigger with you

Marlene Mckinnon ;

♡ — Stargazing Sapphics 1492 words ; angst → fluff ; fem!reader ; pride 2022 (the night sky) You don't think your best friend will ever love you the way you love her, but it shows that perhaps you may be quite mistaken.

♡ — Wedding Plans | Royal!au 639 words ; fluff ; pride 2022 (party games) Your friend and girlfriend are trying to convince you to join them in crashing all of your respective weddings

Sirius Black ;

♡ — Mornings 200 words ; fluff ; gn!reader ; fluffuly 2022 (bed rest) Sleeping peacefully with Sirius in the early hours of the morning

♡ — "Quick, kiss me!" 150 words ; fluff ; gn!reader ; fluffuly 2022 (soft kiss) Established relationship fluff <3

— Agent Carter

Peggy Carter ;

♡ — I'm Here 1119 words : hurt/comfort ; fem!reader ; pride 2022 (strength) Nothing went right today, anything that could possibly go wrong, did. It's all too much and all that you want is for your girlfriend to hold you in her arms and comfort you, to promise that everything will be alright.

— Hatchetfield Universe

Alice Woodward ;

♡ — Slumber 779 words ; fluff ; gn!reader ; pride 2022 (accidentally falling asleep together) It's almost the end of the school day and you're so ready to just lie down and fall asleep, and it seems that so is Alice.

Ethan Green ;

♡ — Missing 902 words ; angst ; gn!reader ; pride 2022 (envy) It's been more than a day since you've last heard from your best friend Ethan, or from anyone for that matter. Something's not right.

♡ — Missed Calls — Part 2 to 'Missing' 1564 words ; angst ; gn!reader ; pride 2022 (rain) How many times did you call how many different people? Someone of sound mind would probably say too many. Or in other words, all the instances in which no one answered your calls, and why they didn't.

Lex Foster ;

♡ — Freedom 480 words ; fluff ; gn!reader ; fluffuly 2022 ("i could kiss you right now") The future you three have planned for eachother is finally coming together, and Lex can't quite wrap her head around how they got to lucky enough to have you.

— Little Women

Jo March ;

♡ — Your Love Like No Other 324 words ; fluff ; gn!reader ; pride 2022 (love letter) You're in love with Jo March and it's a beautiful warmth you've never felt before.

Amy March ;

♡ — Soft 599 words ; fluff ; gn!reader ; pride 2022 (sleepover) Just fluffy first kiss with Amy March <3

♡ — Pretty, Smart, and Successful 476 words ; hurt/comfort ; gn!reader ; fluffuly 2022 (the one and only) Amy's scared that you might leave her for someone who she thinks is better than her.

Meg March ;

♡ — there's a hole in my dress, dear meg 507 words ; fluff ; fem!reader ; oneshot You tell a (not so) thrilling story of how you ripped a hole in your dress

— Stranger Things

Robin Buckley ;

♡ — Worry | Spiderman!Robin 489 words ; hurt/comfort ; pride 2022 (superhero) You know what your girlfriend does is important, but you can't help but get scared that something might happen to her.

♡ — Rabbits & Girlfriends 474 words ; fluff ; fluffuly 2022 (soft touch) You and Robin spend quality time together, as she tells you stories, and as you hold her hands that you love so much

♡ — Sketches 467 words ; fluff ; fluffuly 2022 (diary) Spending time at the park with your friends and girlfriend

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[anxiouswriter0]

i don't care | Laurie Laurence

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Inside one of the rooms of the march residence lay the feverish body of one of the sisters, to be specific, (y/n) March.

the girl might have contracted an illness due to the strain she had been under in recent days. for a moment, her sisters and mother were terrified that perhaps (y/n) had contracted scarlet fever, but luckily that wasn't the case. although she was taken care of by everyone, (y/n) didn't agree with being looked after. it's not that she was stubborn (or maybe she was), she just didn't want her sisters to stop attending to their activities to take care of her.

lying on the bed with both arms behind her head, resting on the pillow, and with a thick blanket covering her from the waist down.

trying to rest for the umpteenth time. but this time (y/n) managed to close her eyes completely.

but suddenly, soft knocks sounded behind the door. (y/n) reluctantly turned her head towards the door. as no one entered or even asked, she rolled her eyes, closed them again, but... the knocks sounded again.

—Jo, if it's you, don't worry, I'm fine, okay? —(y/n) spoke hoarsely.

no one responded.

—Jo? —(y/n) asked without even looking, as she didn't even have her eyes open due to the exhaustion she was feeling.

the sound of the door being opened, along with the echo of boots resonating on the wooden floorboards, filled the room. the small "creak" of the door closing gently was all that could be heard, as if the person entering the room wanted to make as little noise as possible, but the sound of their boots on the wood gave them away. (y/n), who still had her eyes closed, could hear every step, softly echoing in the room, approaching. Until at one moment, they stopped, and (y/n) felt the weight of someone sitting down beside her bed.

opening her eyes slightly and trying to visualize who it was, although at first everything seemed blurry, (y/n) gradually began to recognize the facial features of that person.

—Laurie? —she asked, astonished, as the person smiled gently.

—What are you doing here? —she asked, confused, but with a noticeable discreet smile.

—Jo told me you were in bed, so since everyone had their turn to visit you, I felt like now it was my turn to do so, —Laurie joked, eliciting a small smile from (y/n).

—But putting that aside, how are you feeling? —he asked, changing the subject.

—Do you really want to know? —(y/n) asked, as Laurie nodded in response.

—Terribly indebted to them, —(y/n) blurted out, making Laurie laugh. —You should have seen them coming in and out of the room. I couldn't sleep with the sound of their shoes echoing on the floor, the door opening and closing, and please don't make me remember the sound of their desperate voices. for a moment, I felt like I was dying, —(h/c) laughed, while feeling Laurie rub her hand over the arm that was extended behind (y/n)'s head..

—But amidst all the chaos you're telling me, I see that you're doing well, —he said, rested her hand on the other end of the bed, beside the girl's body.

—Tell my sisters, —said (y/n), placing her arm over her eyes.

at that moment, a small silence filled the room, but oddly enough, it wasn't uncomfortable as some might have expected.

however, that silence and atmosphere were interrupted when (y/n) felt fingers glide over her cheek, the thumb tracing her cheekbone delicately. this caught (y/n)'s attention, causing her to remove her arm from her eyes.

—What are you doing?— she asked

—I'm looking at you, —Laurie joked.

—How silly, —(y/n) murmured, although she regretted it a bit when she noticed Laurie's sudden serious expression, with his head pointing towards the ground. With some effort, she managed to sit up at least, placing her hand on Laurie's shoulder to get his attention. —I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...—

—Don't worry, —Laurie interrupted, —it's not that —he murmured softly at the end.

—Then what is it? —(y/n) asked, confused.

with that, Laurie let out a long sigh that (y/n) could hear. she watched as he turned his gaze towards her. suddenly, Laurie shifted on the bed and slowly extended his hands, taking (y/n)'s hands in his. this gesture made (y/n) nervous due to Laurie's sudden actions.

—(y/n)...— he began, but the realization dawned on (y/n) about what Laurie might say.

—Laurie, no... don't do it, —interrupted with a disappointed voice, pulling her hands away from his.

—What? Why? —Laurie murmured, trying to take (y/n)'s hands again, but she kept them out of his reach.

—Because I know you love Jo, —(y/n) affirmed, noticing Laurie's surprised expression. —I know, —she murmured at the end.

(y/n) turned her gaze away, avoiding Laurie's eyes, while all he did was take the girl's hand again.

—Please, (y/n), please listen —Laurie murmured as he gently caressed her hand. —You're right, I love Jo... but the love I feel for you is different, —he affirmed with determination. With his other hand, he gently held (y/n)'s chin, turning it so their gazes met.

laurie noticed how tiny tears streamed down (y/n)'s cheek. tenderly, he slid his thumb over her eyes, wiping away every trace of sadness he found.

—I mean it, —he murmured. —Why don't you believe me?—

(y/n) shook her head.

—I don't know, —she said between sobs.

—then let me show you. Let me show you that I'm serious, —he murmured, moving closer to she, their faces just inches apart.

laurie, being so close, could feel the warmth emanating from her. he could have joked that perhaps was embarrassed by the moment, but he chose to remain silent, not wanting to ruin the moment.

laurie tenderly held (y/n)'s face in his hands and began to kiss her gently. he started on her cheek, then moved up to her temple and placed another kiss, moving on to her forehead and then to the other cheek. as he did so, he noticed (y/n) starting to giggle. emboldened by the joy of the moment, laurie ventured to give her a sudden kiss on the tip of her nose, eliciting even more laughter and a warm feeling in his heart.

however, at one point, laurie stopped, fixing his gaze on a place he hadn't kissed yet.

(y/n) noticed and warned him.

—If you get sick, Laurie, I'm not going to take care of you —she said, staying just inches away from him.

laurie could only smile as he let his lips meet hers. In that moment, it didn't matter if he couldn't get up tomorrow. All that mattered to him in that moment was what they were sharing.

they both pulled away in search of air, although they kept their foreheads together. In that small space between them, the rapid beating of their hearts resonate like a shared echo of intense emotions.

—i don't care —murmured laurie.

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↳ Note: I made this little one-shot a long time ago and I never could finish it, I always had it as a draft. Also, I saw that the theme of the 'little women' had already gone out of style. So, I didn't want to upload it.now i want to cry ↳ p.s: I just noticed that this has a lot of (y/n) and a lot of Laurie. :D I'll try to improve and not to put so much (y/n).

#little women fanfiction #little women #jo march #laurie laurence x reader #laurie laurence #x reader #oneshot #one shot #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet fanfiction #saoirse ronan

[stuismybf]

10 things i hate about you masterlist

last updated: 3/28/23

patrick v.

- thoughts that control me

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[zepp-l1n]

Proposals

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x Fem!reader

summary: Nikolai's proposal doesn't go as he'd planned. fic type - angst, hurt/no comfort, Little Women esc warning - sad shit, Nikolai gets his feelings hurt. word count - 1,271 a/n: so this is basically just the story version of the Little Women/Nikolai post I made a little while ago. this hurt so much more to write than the "incorrect quote" version.

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The Grand Palace's gardens were constantly the meeting place of the Nikolai and (Y/N). For decades, when the two would be at the Grand Palace, they would be found in those gardens. And just like those times, the duo were walking through the gardens after a small gathering for Nikolai's coronation. They walked side by side, taking in the rows of flowers and various arch-shaped bushes. The scene felt just as calming and serene as it always did.

The two softly talked back and forth as they went along - sharing small jokes and stories. "Nina running off with her Fjerdan. Zoya off to Kerch. And now that you're king, you'll be off in meetings and trips. I'm just not good like Alina, so I'm angry and restless." (Y/N) complained to the blonde boy. She reached out to Nikolai and swayed around, causing the two to stumble a bit.

Nikolai glanced down at her and hesitantly laughed. "You don't have to stay here, (Y/N)." he softly smiled at her.

(Y/N) stumbled forward, chuckling and waving her arms haphazardly. "Why? Should we run off and join a pirate ship again?" she laughed. The girl moved around in front of Nikolai, and stood in her old sword-wielding stance. When she didn't get a response from her friend she slowly turned around. The serious look on his face caused her happy one to drop. "No. No."

Nikolai tried to get closer to the girl. "It's no use, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) stepped back. "Please don't."

"(Y/N), we've got to have it out." he pleaded.

Nikolai tried to reach out for his friend but she hurriedly moved away. "No. Sobachka..."

"I have loved you ever since I've known you, (Y/N). I couldn't help it. And I tried to show you and you wouldn't let me, which is fine." Nikolai's voice came out shaky, and he had to pause half way through his words. (Y/N) tried to throw out another 'no' but was swiftly cut off by him. "But I must make you hear me now and give me an answer, because I cannot go on like this any longer!"

This time, (Y/N) was quick to get a few words in after he paused to take a sharp inhale. "Sobachka, please. Please don't."

"I gave up being tailored. I gave up everything you didn't like. I'm happy I did. It's fine. And I waited, and I never complained because I... You know, I figured you'd love me, (Y/N)." Nikolai cried out. Silence rang through the gardens. (Y/N) didn't know what to say next - she didn't know what to say at all. To her surprise, Nikolai continued again, his voice growing weaker and more choked. "And I realize I'm not half good enough, and I'm not this great man and-"

"No! Yes, yes, yes you are. You're a great deal too good for me, and I'm so grateful to you, and I'm so proud of you, and I just... I don't see why I can't love you as you want me to. I don't know why." (Y/N) cut him off.

The look on Nikolai's face caused (Y/N) chest to blossom with pain. "You can't?" he quietly asked.

(Y/N) though of her words before she answered the blonde, wanting to make sure she said the right thing. "No. I can't. I can't change how I feel, and... It would be a lie to say I do when I don't. I'm so sorry, Sobachka. I'm so sorry, but I just can't help it."

"I can't love anyone else, (Y/N). I only love you." he mumbled.

"Sobachka, It would be a disaster if we married." (Y/N) tried to reason with Nikolai.

Nikolai grew defensive at her words. "It wouldn't be a disaster." Nikolai's tone of voice raised as he tried to make a point.

"We'd be miserable!"

"I'd be a perfect saint!" Nikolai's voiced continued to raise.

(Y/N) raised her voice to match his. "I can't! I can't! I've tried it and I failed."

"Why does everyone expect it?" Nikolai asked, trying to add his own point to the conversation.

"I can't." the shorter girl's voice broke as she mumbled.

"Then why does your family and my mother expect it? Why are you saying this? Say yes. Let's be happy together, (Y/N)!" Nikolai pleaded to her. Both Ravkans' eyes had begun to water.

(Y/N) moved closer to the boy, taking his hands in hers. "I can't say yes truly, so I'm not going to say it at all. And you will see that I'm right eventually, and you'll thank me for it." she hesitantly glanced up at the boy, trying to truly get her point across.

The two stood in silence - the only noises being the soft chirps of nearby birds and their heavy breathing. The air between them was thick enough that one of the kitchen knives could've cut through. They both took the time to try and gather their thoughts. (Y/N)'s loud breathing slowly became more raspy, telling Nikolai how broken this conversation was making her.

"I'd rather hang myself than realize this, (Y/N)." Nikolai muttered.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened. "Sobachka..."

"I would rather be dead." his voice started to raise once again.

"Sobachka, don't say that." (Y/N) begged. Nikolai turned away from the girl, and tried to walk away. His pace was slow, making known how this conversation was affecting him as well. "Sobachka!" she called out. (Y/N) hurriedly followed after him, pulling her skirt up a bit to gain on him. Reaching out, (Y/N) placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to stop his movements. "Listen, you'll find some lovely, accomplished person who will love you and adore you and, and they're gonna make a fine queen for your fine kingdom, but I wouldn't. Alright?"

Nikolai stopped causing (Y/N) to stumble forward. The two stood in front of each other, eyes watery and red, and emotions all over the place. "Yes you would, (Y/N)."

"Look at me. I'm homely and I'm awkward, and I'm odd."

"I love you, (Y/N)." Nikolai interjected.

"And you'd be ashamed of me." (Y/N) added.

Once again Nikolai spoke, "I love you, (Y/N)."

"And we would quarrel because we can't help it, even now." another watery-spoken comment came from (Y/N). "And I'd hate elegant society, you'd hate my scribbling, and we would be unhappy. And we'd wish we hadn't done it, and everything would be horrid." she cried out.

Nikolai looked down, silently taking in everything. "Is there anything more?"

"No. Nothing more."

"Alright." he quietly muttered.

Nikolai turned to walk away but was stopped by (Y/N)'s voice. "Except that..." Nikolai turned back around to face the girl. "Sobachka, I don't believe I will ever marry. I'm happy as I am, and I love my liberty too well to be in any hurry to give it up." her voice came out exhausted and mournful.

"I think you're wrong about that, (Y/N)." as the king spoke his hands reached down into his trouser pockets. Soft blonde curls strayed from his groomed hair and fell down in front of his forehead, matching their disheveled attitudes.

"No." she tried to add.

"I think you will marry, (Y/N). I think you'll find someone and love them. And you will live and die for them because that's your way, and you will." Nikolai's voice matched (Y/N)'s tired tone. "And I'll watch."

Nikolai turned away again, finally making his leave of the gardens. (Y/N) watched as he went, sobs racking through her body as the closet friend she had walked away from their shattered friendship.

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Two Idiots, One smile.

Amy March x Fem!Reader. Drabble.

I watched the movie for the first time a few days ago. I just love bubbly woman.

Warnings: Drinking, taking care of drunk jo and Laurie, nothing really but fun and fluff.

You had no clue how you had gotten wrapped up into the two laughing idiots, or why you didn’t just leave them alone. Both of them had their arms wrapped around your shoulders as you helped them walk. “I can’t believe she’s such a beauty, you know y/n, you and my sister could be the best actors in the world.” The girls slurred words made you laugh and grip onto her waist as she tripped.

“She’d forgot the lines.” You looked over at the boy you’ve known all your life at his comment to tease you. “Don’t look at me! I didn’t say anything.” He tried to defend himself but the two took one glance at each other and got caught into a laughing fit. You had to keep dragging them by the arms or the clothes when they wouldn’t follow you.

The dark house came into view and you sighed, finally getting one of them home. It has been hours since you left the ball but they didn’t make it easy from being drunk off their asses. You knocked at the door but Jo reached the handle and pushed it open. Her voice yelling as she was the one to pull you both in, making you both trip.

Soon Jo and Laurie rushed to the cough and almost knocked it over from how hard they fell on it. The mother came in the view along with the maiden, three other girls rushing down the steps. You looked at your watched and cursed at the time. You explained that you had caught them drinking after it was too late, and got her home as quickly as you could.

What you didn’t expect was a girl with blonde hair and dark roots stare at you with a kind smile and sit before you. “I’m Amy.” You looked at her, a warm feeling in your chest built up at her beauty. You bowed your hand, cleaning off your skirt trying not to look like a mess in front of her.

“Nice to meet you, Amy.” Her eyes stayed on you but you decided to looked away, getting flustered by the second. “Hope to see you again.” You walked away and towards the whining boy that cringed to Jo’s hand. You took him by the stomach and yanked him away and off the cough in a death grip.

“It was nice to meet you all, I do apologize for his behavior.” You rushed him out the house as they bid farewell to the both of you. The girls, Amy and the smaller one followed you to the door and watched you to walk out the house.

The night was dark but they watched you until you couldn’t be seen anymore, Amy blushing and followed her eyes on you. “She seems nice…” Beth wrapped her arm with her sisters. “And pretty, she said she hopes we meet again.” The happy tone in her voice matched her feet that bounced at the thought. The two were called back inside. Amy went to sleep think of you, Beth went to bed with a matching smile she saw on her sisters face.

The next morning as the sun shined through the windows and the family came down for breakfast they found a nice big basket of fruits and baked goods. “Strawberries.” Beth ran over as the others girls laughed and rushed down the steps. Each girl looked at different pastries with different flavors, ones that tasted fresh.

“Who’s it from?” Jo asked as she sat down and stuffed her face with a muffin. Hannah smiled and rushed to get something. A few seconds later she walked back in with a vase of flowers that were bright yellow and white. The girls watched her come to the table and set it down in front of Amy.

“From the little lady who came last night.” They all giggled and shouted at her to read the note attached to the case. Amy laughed and tugged it off, ripping it open with no patience. Beth leaned forward at get a look.

“I wish to have you smile once’s more. Until we meet again.” she smiled and blushed. The girls squealed and flooded her with questions and how amazing that was.

All Amy could do was think of you.

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[ginnyluvstimmy]

sorry not sorry! :]

(pt. 1 on my account)

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[chaithetics]

(3) It’s like Meg March said to Jo on the 2019 movie version of little women : just because my dreams are different than yours , they’re not less important. And I really felt that. Which is why I became instantly obsessed with Shark and Porce; it’s like they can’t see her real power, because they’re all so obsessed in their own power game;

I LOVE THAT QUOTE SO MUCH PRISCILLA NONNIE!

When I saw that film for the first time and that scene happened I was just amazed, it was put so eloquently and just perfectly! I think my brain short-circuited honestly just because of the awe and amazement at that small but brilliant line. Because there's that pressure where for women it's like all that exists it's essentially either being a Jo or Meg (in terms of their roles/careers in society) it isn't presented as more nuanced which it is. & feminism is about choice, having the choice to be a metaphorical Jo, Meg, Amy and Beth (still crying over Beth each time I think of her, regardless of the adaptation) somebody in between or nothing like any of them. And they're ALL valid options that are equal to each other. There's so many brilliant pieces of dialogue in that adaptation! So much love went into that film I swear.

Such a sweet comparison, and I agree! Adore you nonnie! Thank you for sending this in!

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[thehomeofplatonicfics]

It Was Worth It

March!reader x family (platonic!)

As you walked down to the kitchen to get some more water for Beth, you found yourself a little short of breath. You slowly sank down to sit on the staircase, running your hands across your face, as you took a shaky breath in and out. Beth was too sweet and good to be suffering so, and you had worked as hard as you could to help her get well again… even though the risk to you was great.

Meg and Jo thought that you had already had the scarlet fever, assuming that you and Jo being the same age, meant that you had the sickness at the same time. You knew that you had never had it, but said nothing. You wanted to help Beth like the others, help ease their burden until Marmee came home. It wasn’t long to wait now.

Placing a hand on your heart as you rose up from the stairs and continued down into the kitchen, you wondered if perhaps you were about to pay the price for staying. As you heard Hannah moving about, you stopped outside the door. Schooling your expression to ensure you looked well, you walked in and filled up the pitcher with water, turning around and rushing up the stairs again before Hannah could see how you really felt.

Beth was asleep as you placed the pitcher by her bedside. A sigh of relief escaped you. Despite everything, Beth might have noticed if you didn’t look well. Anxiously, you turned to look at Jo, who luckily had fallen asleep in the armchair. Smoothing down Beth’s blankets, you knelt down by her bed. Kneeling was soon tiring though, and so you leant your chin on your arms which were resting on the bed, and let yourself roll to the side to sit down on the floor.

After a while, your eyes began to droop. Holding your head up seemed so difficult now, and you let it drop down onto Beth’s blankets, one arm gently slipping off the bed and into your lap. Soon, your eyes fluttered shut and you lost the fight to keep them open.

A few hours passed by, as the three of you March siblings slept. Jo woke immediately on hearing Marmee talking to Meg outside the house, and she moved to check on Beth. She hadn’t noticed your red cheeks or your chest rising and falling rapidly, too focused on Beth to even suspect that you were not just sleeping.

“Jo!” Marmee called out, removing her gloves and handing them to Meg as she sat down on the edge of Beth’s bed to gently caress her. She then removed Beth’s blanket, which in turn partially obscured you from view, and asked Jo and Meg to grab her kit and some rags with water.

Stuck under the blanket, you grew even hotter, which caused you to start shaking. Marmee noticed the movement, and gently removed the blanket, thinking perhaps one of the cats was there. She gasped as it revealed your red face. “Y/N?” She called, as she moved to kneel by your side. Softly, she tried to shake you awake. You responded with a groan, but your eyes remained shut. You really didn’t feel so good anymore.

“Shh… Marmee’s here.” She soothed, as she reached to feel your forehead, and frowning as she felt how much you were burning up. Meg and Jo returned, looking in dismay at the scene before them. “Hannah!” Marmee called out, knowing that she’d need some help to get you safely into your own bed. “Meg, get the doctor. Jo, stay here with Beth.” Before she even finished her sentence Meg was making her way downstairs, and Jo had taken up her place beside Beth, opening Marmee’s forgotten kit to take care of her. “Oh, thank you Jo.” Marmee smiled slightly, as she gently pulled you away from the bed and cradled you in her arms as she waited for Hannah.

Between the two of them, they managed to get you into your bed beside Beth’s nicely. Hannah tried to pull the covers over you, but you quickly pushed them back down again. “No…no…” You murmured. It was so hot, you couldn’t stand it. Soon, you fell into a fitful sleep, not knowing the doctor had visited and informed everyone that you had caught the scarlet fever from Beth.

Passing by the March home on his way back to his own, Laurie frowned as he noticed the Doctor’s cart back outside. Immediately, Laurie rushed into the familiar house, shuddering at the tense and cold atmosphere inside compared to the joyous and warm place he loved so well. "Jo! Jo, is it Beth? Is she...?” Laurie asked, reaching out to your sister as he glanced upstairs. “No, Teddy. Beth is a little better... It’s Y/N.” Jo turned away from Laurie, not wanting him to see her lip quiver. “Y/N? They have the Scarlet Fever?” Laurie asked, shocked. He thought (like the others) you had already had it. “Can I... see them?” He asked, rocking back on his heels, his eyes not yet leaving the staircase. “Oh Teddy, I think that’s a capital idea! I think they’d love to see you.” Jo grabbed his sleeve to drag him upstairs, relieved at the suggestion.

“Oh, Y/N.” Laurie breathed, rushing over to you as you lay under the covers, shivering. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him, a smile coming to your face before you realised. “Laurie? You didn’t need to come.” You smile in spite of your words, your hand snaking up to your neck as it felt so scratchy. “I’m fine! Everyone is just overreacting.” As you said it, you wondered who you were trying to convince more; yourself, or your family. “You should be fussing over dear Beth, she’s much more important than a little cold.” You added, your voice rasping and losing volume with every word. Laurie and Jo exchanged an incredulous look, indicating they clearly didn’t believe you any more than you did. You decided to rest your eyes for a little bit, merely to conserve energy (of course). You felt their voices begin to muffle as you fell asleep again.

Unbeknownst to you, soon after this you began to worsen rapidly. The fever took you in it’s grip as you tossed side to side, moaning and twitching, uttering nonsensical words. One night you woke up to see, with blurry vision, Beth sat beside you, gently caressing your face with a cold, wet rag. Glancing over to the other side, there was Marmee, smoothing your bed linens. Noticing a hand on her shoulder, your eyes followed up the arm to find that Father was there. Knowing that you were safely surrounded by family, you felt you could let go and stop fighting.

Regaining partial consciousness as you felt the sharp sting of a cut in your arm as the Doctor returned to bleed you, you heard his muffled voice saying that it had made things worse and that the family should prepare themselves.

You continued to toss and turn in your rumpled sheets, noisily moaning when suddenly one early morning you were completely silent. Beth, who was sat watching you from her own bed, worried that the worst had happened and called desperately for Marmee. “No, no, no…” Your mother rushed to you, putting a hand on your head and the other on your chest. Frowning, she noticed the linens were soaking wet. Your fever had finally broken. You were okay. “It’s alright, Beth.” Marmee soothed your sister, as she made her way over to your bed. “Their fever’s broken, the worst is over.” Beth began to tear up, as she cried in relief, hugging Marmee as your mother began to sob in relief too. She had almost lost two of her children.

With all the commotion, suddenly Jo and Meg, as well as Hannah and your father, all came piling into the room to see what happened. When they saw you were going to be alright, everyone hugged each other in turns, thankful you had been strong enough to win the fight with the illness. Jo knelt by your side, brushing a wet strand of hair away from your damp face, before clasping your hand in her own, and bringing it to her lips to gently kiss it.

Laurie had heard the good news before breakfast, and they decided that he (alongside old Mr Laurence) would bring Amy home the next morning. When the following morning came, the Laurence family were greeted with much joy. Laurie smiled in relief to see the warm and happy nature of the March house had returned once again. Amy, naturally, ran up the stairs as fast as she could, rushing into your room to see you and Beth both sitting up in bed. You were significantly propped up on pillows in comparison to Beth, but the sweet beam of delight you gave on seeing your little sister made you seem completely recovered, if only for a moment.

“Amy! Come here,” you laughed, opening your arms wide to hug her as she clambered onto the bed, hugging both you and Beth until it became a cosy group hug. Noticing a shadow by the door, you turned your head and smiled. “Hello Laurie, Mr Laurence.” They glanced at each other before making their way into the room, grabbing your hands and squeezing in a show of support. “It’s good to see you well again, Y/N.” Laurie said, glancing over at the relieved faces of both Beth and Amy. “We have missed you, my dear.” Added Mr Laurence. “It was worth it,” you suddenly blurted out, as you turned to look at Beth and flung your arms around her. “It was all worth it for Beth.”

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[cauliflowertree]

—blurbs

we fell in love in october

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[altyx]

Hi anyone reading this!! I need help finding a James Potter x Reader fic 😭😭. It was a Little Women Au, it was so well written, I just wanted to reread it!! For a little context of the fic, it was reader as Amy, Lily as Jo and James as Laurie. It was also based on the scene when Laurie lets the cat out the bag to Jo about Amy and him getting married. If someone finds it can they please tag me, that would mean a lot 🙏🙏🤍!!

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