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wynnyfryd · 5 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 35

part 1 | part 34 | ao3

cw: Fred slander apologies to any Freds

“Okayyy,” Robin says with a shaky laugh as she points at everyone in the booth, going around the circle and introducing them in a single breath. “Amy-Tim-Vickie-Beth-Grant-Jordan-Fred, aaand Nancy. You, um, you already know— Nancy... r-right,” she stammers at Steve’s pointed glare, “so, um. Anyway!”

She grabs him by the shoulders; shoves him front and center like he’s a really cool new toy she brought to class for show-and-tell. “Everyone, this is Steve! Steve, this is—”

“You don’t have to say it again.”

“Oh, thank god.” She slides into the booth with a relieved huff, and Steve scoots in after her.

Despite the awkward tension and that bonkers introduction, everyone at the table does their best to act cool, to say hello and make him feel welcome while they wait for the band to start. Grant slides him the basket of fries, and Jordan compliments his watch, and Vickie asks if he’s coming to the last football game of the season, voice high and shy as she rambles about how ‘Robin’s solo in the halftime show is sooo good, you really should come see it!’ and wow.

Is Robin vain or something? She’s got a crush on a clone of herself.

Steve munches on fries and keeps an eye on the stage, hoping to catch Eddie before the show starts, and the whole thing’s… not so bad, actually. Kind of decent. Almost nice, until Fred fucking Benson ruins it. Steve’s saying something about the basketball team’s chances this season when the little asshole rolls his eyes and leans in to stage-whisper to Nancy loud enough for the whole table to hear, “The Hair? Seriously? What’s he even doing here?”

...Yeah, fuck this. “He’s getting a drink,” Steve says and storms off to the bar.

—

He’s not getting that drink.

Turns out a tenner isn’t a big enough bribe to get a bartender to break the law, so Steve nurses a diet Coke that he pretends is a lager and refuses to even look in the direction of the booth. Fucking Fred. What an asshole.

And what a stupid name, too, like— who looks at a baby and thinks, yep, looks like a Fred to me? Ugh.

Robin, bless her, has the good sense to leave him alone for a couple minute until he cools off, but then the music starts and she comes over to shout ‘stop moping and dance with me!’ and that’s the end of that.

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The band is fucking awesome.

Steve doesn't know what he expected, but it wasn't this: high energy, tight rhythms, a driving beat that makes him want to dance. The bass reverberates through the floor, up his shins and through his chest, and for a second it almost feels like he has his hearing back, like his whole body is a wall of noise, filled with the wail of Eddie’s guitar, the scratchy rasp of his singing voice, and Eddie's…

Eddie’s amazing. Lightning in a bottle as he bounces around the stage, hips moving to the rhythm, fingers blurring over the frets. He looks so fucking hot. Denim vest, silver rings, jeans showing a delicious amount of skin — skin Steve has put his mouth on; tattoos he’s tasted with his tongue.

God, he can’t wait to kiss him. Is probably going to combust if it doesn’t happen tonight. Or like, come in his jeans, more realistically.

They dance and jump and shout along to the covers they recognize, and when Eddie dips backstage to let the band do an instrumental thing, Steve shakes the sweat out of his eyes and heads to the bar for a water.

—

"Mind if I join you?" Nancy asks.

Steve sighs. This is what he gets for wandering off alone. Robin's still by the stage, twirling Vickie around swing-style to a frantic, jazzy drum solo in a move that's actually pretty impressive even if it makes no sense with the music, and Steve resigns himself to his fate and nods at the empty stool beside him.

They sip their drinks in silence — awkward and charged, old hurts hanging between them like static waiting to strike. "Sorry about Fred," she says eventually. "And- and for me, too, I guess."

Steve huffs a laugh. Appreciates the sentiment, even if it doesn't change anything. "It's fine."

She glances over at him, that journalistic focus etched into her face. “How are you?” she asks softly.

Another laugh under his breath. He thinks about answering her honestly, just to entertain himself. Pictures the way her face would fall as he went on and on: "Oh, you know. My mom left me to go ‘rest' in Evanston, like I don’t know that means she went to rehab without saying a goddamn word, and when I called my aunt to yell at her about it, she said some ice cold shit about how I should be happy my mom left me, because now I can keep the money from the lot fees all to myself, and I said ‘what lot fees?’ and it turns out mom had been hiding, like, a lot of money from me while I stressed out about our budget for months. Oh! And also my dad’s dead, but you knew that already. And also I want to hump my neighbor against a brick wall so bad my dick is turning purple. How are you?"

"...Steve?" she tries after a moment.

“I’m good,” he settles on. Gives the bullshit answer because that's all they've ever been to each other, isn't it? Bullshit. "Yeah, I'm good," he tells her, "and you?"

"I'm fine." Her smile is tight, bags under her tired eyes, and then she sighs out long and slow, "Actually, I'm not. Everything's been..."

Steve tries to listen, but he just can't bring himself to care. Doesn't want to hear about whatever drama she's going through with the guy she dumped him for. And then Eddie comes back out on stage, and he's looking out into the crowd, and no fucking way is Steve letting him look over here and think he's cozied up with Nance. No fucking way. Nancy's ruined enough good things for him already.

"Sorry," he cuts her off, not feeling sorry at all as he stands up and walks off without looking back at her.

"Steve?" She calls after him. "Hey- wait!"

Steve makes his way to the front of the crowd.

“Howdy,” Eddie greets the room, stepping up to the mic with a Hollywood-worthy grin. His guitar’s strapped over his back, the neck pointing to the ground, and he looks so good up there. So comfortable and real.

And his outfit's different now. The denim vest is gone, and he's wearing a cut off tank top. The tank top; the one he wore that night, loose around the arms to expose his pretty, painted ribs. Steve looks up at him, transfixed. Like staring straight at the sun.

“How’s everybody doing?”

The group at the stage all whoop and cheer, and Eddie laughs delightedly; thanks them all for coming, thanks the tech and service crews. He introduces the band next, pointing each member out by name and letting them do a little solo, and then he swings his guitar over his shoulder and says, “We got one last song for you tonight!”

More cheering from the crowd. Eddie plants his feet and scans the room, a small, secret smile lighting up his gorgeous face when his eyes land on Steve. Just for a second before he looks away, but that smile stays firm, and Steve knows the next words are meant for him.

“Now, this isn’t our usual style, but uh… a little birdie told me someone here might need to hear this.”

Eddie strums his guitar. The opening notes of Go Your Own Way ring out, sped up and made grittier to fit the band's sound. Steve’s heart is in his throat.

“Good morning, sweetheart," Eddie beams as his bandmates join in, "this one’s for you.”

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part 36

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#trailer park steve au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #fred benson #mean girl steve realizing that actually you can just walk the fuck away #my writing #my fic

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writingmochi · 3 months

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character introduction via instagram profile!

cast: heeseung ✗ fem.reader

synopsis: when you told your long-term rival and latest hook-up, heeseung, that you are pregnant with his child; you didn't expect said topic to be involved in your rivalry!

genre: romantic comedy, slice of life, coming-of-age, slow burn, drama, rivals since childhood to [redacted], college/university au, pregnancy au, future parents au, fluff, angst, mature content (explicit smut)

taglist? closed

release: part 1 out now

message from the moon: THIS IS NOT A SMAU cause i think using social media profile (and a little description) can describe a character so much. i think that this fic can prosper more as a written fic with the intricacies between hee and (y/n)'s complex relationship ;) also, this is 2/2 out of my bday gift to yall

(L/N)(Y/N) aka meg march: business management major at hybe uni. mitski fan. part-time daycare attendant and babysitter. heeseung’s rival.

KIM MINJEONG aka beth march: multimedia major at hybe uni. (y/n)’s roommate 1/3. aspiring filmmaker. girlfriend of sigma mu frat’s vp, jung sungchan.

SHIN RYUJIN aka jo march: design and visual communication major at hybe uni. (y/n)’s roommate 2/3 and high school best friend. graphic designer and model. a bisexual demiromantic queen.

LEE CHAERYEONG aka amy march: performing arts (dance) major at hybe uni. (y/n)’s roommate 3/3. a member of the core dance team in the want2dance crew. comes from a wealthy family of performers and artists.

LEE HEESEUNG aka raphael: communications (journalism) major at hybe uni. small forward/shooting guard and captain of the hybe uni's basketball club, decelis. aspiring sports journalist and photographer. (y/n)’s rival.

CHOI BEOMGYU aka michaelangelo: performing arts (music) major at hybe uni. heeseung’s roommate 1/3 and high school best friend. guitarist in an indie band, txt. the complete opposite of heeseung regarding (y/n) and her friends.

YANG JEONGIN aka donatello: philosophy major at hybe uni. heeseung's roommate 2/3. an up-and-coming twitch streamer in the content creator group, stray kids. another "rival" of heeseung, gaming rivals actually cause both of them are competitive af.

LIM JIMIN aka leonardo: anthropology major in hybe uni. heeseung's roommates 3/3. part of the want2dance crew alongside chaeryeong and also an assistant choreographer. has a background in ballet, contemporary, and hip-hop and that's why he has to take care of his upper body (and why he is a gym bro)

taglist: @raeyunshm @leilasmom @evidive @boba-beom @endzii23 @fluffyywoo @camipendragon @hiqhkey @wccycc @cha0thicpisces @y4wnjunz @yeehawnana @beansworldsstuff @kimipxl @blurryriki @amazzwon @reallysmolrenjun @stealanity

#enhypen imagines #enhypen smut #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fanfiction #heeseung x reader #rsc: laurel hell #cr: heeseung #cs: enhypen #sc: regina

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justmeandmyships · 10 months

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How People think Laurie acted after Jo's rejection: Oh no! What am I going to do without Jo?! 😭😭😭 She's the love of my life. I loveeeee her...well I guess there's her annoying sister Amy, I guess I have to settle down and fix my broken heart. At least I'll be close to Jo 😭😭😭.

How Laurie (from the books) really acted: Oh no Jo rejected me...oh look there's Amy she looks so beautiful... what no. I need to cry for Jo...but I didn't know how much I missed Amy. thinks in Amy ... Laurie stop it You're in love with Jo... I'm supposed to stay here only for a few days but I stayed a whole month because being with Amy is so fun...no!!! I'm supposed to be sad... sad about whom? How was her name...why is Amy dancing with everyone but me 😭😭😭😭...I hate my childhood friend Fred suddenly like why does he exist?!!! 😑😑😑...oh right Jo!!!... I love her. Yes ...why I am not sad about her??!! I'm supposed to be heartbroken. I'm not this shallow. I'll proposed to Jo again and marry her even if I am miserable for the rest of my life before admitting my feelings weren't that deep and she was right....wait. why does Amy despise me 😭😭😭😭😭😭....writes an opera with a female lead exactly like Amy...Beth died, even though I'm closer to everyone else I'm going to travel across Europe and be there for Amy even if she despise me 😭😭😭. She needs me. Poor her.... wait do I love Amy?... how is this possible??...I wish we always pull the same boat, will you, Amy?.🥰🥰🥰

#otp #lol #amy x laurie #my babies #little women #amy & laurie #amy march #laurie laurence #Amy Laurence #good wives #You gotta love my boy

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hiddleswiftt · 8 months

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I love your fics and I saw you wanted ideas so here I am. I thought maybe you could do a Taylor inspired fic for Laurie with Love Story maybe with like a ball or something?

ooohh! yes! I’ve been waiting on a laurie fic request for a while now!

maybe with another march sister reader??

(tumblr deleted my first draft so i have to re-write!)

LOVE STORY (INSPIRED BY THE TAYLOR SWIFT SONG “LOVE STORY”!)

laurie laurence x march sister (fem) reader!

description - you have been friends with laurie (along with your sisters) since his mother passed away. laurie was the lonely boy who was living with old mr laurence who lived opposite the march house, and ever since he started hanging around with you and your sisters, you’ve started to have feelings for him. six years later, you are travelling around europe with aunt march as her companion whilst you are studying and completing your acting classes. you and aunt march are invited to a ball in paris and someone in particular is on the list for you to dance with for the night! - i tried to make it similar to amy and laurie’s story but the reader wanting to be an actress rather than an artist like amy!

you’ve always loved laurie. always.

even when he had feelings for one of your older sisters josephine (or jo).

you’d be the one sitting aside, especially during your eldest sister meg’s wedding, while you watch jo and laurie dance. amy would reassure you that you’d be okay as you sit with her and beth (as she continued to struggle slightly from trying to get better from scarlet fever).

when beth got scarlet fever, laurie was always around for you. when you found out about it, jo and meg told you to stay with aunt march until beth is well again.

“i don’t want to say with aunt march! id rather catch scarlet fever than stay with her, the poodle and the parrot!” you’d wine as you put your head between the pillows of the couch while laurie would insist for you to stay with aunt march.

he was very persuasive, but in a kind way.

he wouldn’t tell you to do something if you didn’t want to. but this was serious. the spread of scarlet fever was serious. it wasn’t a joke anymore. you just about understood that.

laurie told you he’d come and see you, and you suggested for him to bring either the carriage or the phaeton, which he did, just to make you happy.

whenever laurie came to see you, you’d be dancing dramatically (as you would usually) wearing aunt march’s feathered things. you’d smile at him when you realise he’s been standing at the doorframe of the room watching you.

you’d show him things such as aunt march’s wedding ring (which you told him that she was too fat to wear anymore - he’d snigger at you quietly when you said this), the golden bracelet that was for the only child she ever had (until it died unfortunately…) or perhaps anything else you had found amongst aunt march’s house while she was napping.

you would show laurie the will you’ve written, since you thought you’d be the next to die to scarlet fever. laurie sat with you in confusion.

“from y/n m/n march, this is her will and testament for those that may die after her,” laurie read, “for my sister jo, i give her my..”

in this case the list went on.. and on..

laurie looked at you, “y/n.. you’re not going to die! you’re not even sick!” he tells you, trying to reassure you that you were going to be fine.

then you look across to him, and slump down next to him, “i know.. it’s just a precaution! i will some day.. we all do!” you tell him.

there’s a silence between the two of you. then you finally pluck up the confidence to ask laurie to write something else on your will.

“laurie? i have one more thing for you to add?” you ask him, “i want all my curls cut off to all the men who had loved me!”

you seem a little dramatic, but laurie laughs at you slightly and quickly scribbles it down on the will for you.

“if you want to look horrific in your coffin, y/n, go ahead!” laurie tells you, laughing as he finishes writing your comment on the will.

TIME SKIP -

it had been a year since and you had been travelling around europe with aunt march as her companion, while you completed and studied your acting classes.

you and aunt march were set to attend a ball in paris! you had changed a lot since you left home so aunt march suggested that you should start looking towards marriage now that you are properly of age now.

you had met a man named fred vaughn back a few years ago (he’s a friend of laurie’s) on the lake one summer. aunt march suggested for the two of you to marry, but you were unsure, and you thought that you wanted to make your own match.

you arrived at the ball venue in paris. you looked stunning. one of the best dressed probably..

as you entered the venue, you were given a card which included 6 men that wanted to dance with you for the evening.

you glanced at the names on the card briefly (except for the first - which you headed to first).

gregory lance - the first gentleman on the list. wants to dance “the saraband” with you. so you headed towards him for the dance.

as you quickly got through each dance, you finished your fifth finally. you said goodbye to david molesey - who was your fifth dancer, and looked down to your card again to find your sixth and last dance of the night.

you looked down to spot a familiar name on your card.

‘6. theodore laurence - lancers’

you smile and start to look for laurie, not realising that he was already staring at you from the doorframe of the room.

you smile at him and you decide to meet each other half way.

you hug him straight away, trying not to let you or laurie ruin your look of the night. “laurie! what are you doing here? i thought you were in london with your grandfather!” you said, smiling at him.

he smiles at you, completely in awe of you of how beautiful you look, “well.. i guess i am needed here just incase you need anything, y/n march!” he said, “and you look so beautiful! i almost didn’t recognise you!”

you blush a little and slap his arm softly, “yeah yeah.. what have you been up to, laurie?” you ask him, “anymore of the gambling and the drinking?”

he laughs slightly, “no.. no.. none of that recently, y/n!” he tells you, then you remember something that didn’t do laurie any good recently.

“im so sorry jo turned you down, laurie.. im so sorry.” you tell him, looking at him, making sure he’s okay.

laurie looks back up at you, “don’t worry.. im not..” he said to you, smiling at you and taking in the view of you, then he remembered that you both have a dance together, “miss march? may i have this dance?”

laurie takes your hand in his, leading you to the middle of the room to start the dance. you nod at him, “one often does at a ball, laurie laurence..” you tell him, giggling at him a little.

he smiles at you, as you both walk and start the dance. the dance has become more easier for you both.

you remember when you were younger, probably about five years ago, you and laurie were stood in the laurence house dancing. beth was playing the piano, meg was constantly flirting with mr brooke and jo and amy were giggling at you two while we continued to step on each others feet as you both danced.

oddly it was the same dance that were to start dancing at the ball just then. it was a familiar feeling that you hadn’t seen or talked of in a long while. the nostalgia rushed back to you both immediately.

it felt just right.

as the music and the dance stopped, there was a sense of something between you two.

you invited laurie to talk with aunt march and a few others. a lot of aunt march’s friends thought you and laurie were married!

you just shut your mouth and didn’t say much after that.

MINI TIME SKIP -

you decided to have a break and walk outside to get some air on the balcony. it was getting slightly too warm in the building so it was good to escape for a few minutes.

you didn’t notice laurie behind you, so it shocked you for a moment.

“y/n? are you alright?” he asked you, finally catching up with you and standing next to you on the balcony.

you smile up at him, “yes.. yes.. im fine.. i just needed some air..” you tell him.

you notice two boats on the ocean near to the venue, as you both stood on the balcony. the boats were close together. laurie caught you looking at them, and swiftly looked back at you to admire you.

“those boats are pretty close together.. as if they are on the same path..” you mumble to him.

laurie smiles and takes your hand in his. this gets you to look up at him. “y/n.. are we on the same path?” he asks you.

you suddenly look from the boats to laurie, who had now taken your hand in his. you looked into his eyes. you both knew exactly what you wanted.

“i guess we are, laurie…” you finally admit, as you start smiling at him.

you both stand and admire each other for a couple of seconds, then laurie begins to hold your waist, now leaning into you slowly.

as you both continue to stand on the balcony, you and laurie lean in together for a slow but passionate kiss.

you bring your hand to his cheek, and continue to kiss. the two of you felt alive at this point. more alive than you both have ever felt, ever.

you knew you should’ve told him how you felt years ago, although laurie was in love with jo at the time. gladly, you didn’t think that was the case anymore.

laurie loved you. and you only.

you loved laurie. and laurie only.

you both moved away from the kiss, laughing and sniggering still as if you were still children. you both knew that you weren’t children anymore, since time and your childhoods have gone so fast, and you both had nothing you could do to change that.

you were just happy in the moment. the moment you were continuously picturing for years. you never thought it would ever happen, but here you both were. in that moment together.

you notice something different about him that you didn’t see before.

“laurie. you grew out your hair!” you say, playing with it a little.

laurie laughs at you slightly, “i guess you could care for it?” he says, now looking at you.

you smile at him happily, “always, laurie… always!” you say, kissing his cheek.

suddenly someone with a letter on a tray walks to you and laurie. you pick it up swiftly and open it, making sure laurie stands by you though it, as you think the letter could be what you think it could be.

you read the letter. you were right.

you stand next to laurie and sob into his arms.

“it’s beth…” you say as you put your head into his chest, letting laurie hold you.

you let laurie read the letter. it’s from marmee, clarifying beth’s death.

you weren’t as close to beth as jo was to her. but you did have your fun times. especially that same moment when you, laurie and your sisters were in laurence house together, as beth played the piano while you and laurie would attempt to dance but instead you’d be treading on each others feet.

although you and beth weren’t as close as her and jo were, she still was your sister.

it was as if you planned out her death, as if you planned out your own with the will you wrote and told laurie about a few years ago.

MINI TIME SKIP -

it took you a couple of days to get through beth’s death. you were still in paris, you told marmee you’d come home as soon as possible.

you had a mix of feelings about what could be happening between you and laurie and thoughts of beth, and the fact that you weren’t there to support her when she was dying.

you stood on the balcony of the home you were staying in with aunt march. aunt march wasn’t doing so great herself either. she was falling ill now.

laurie came to see you that same day. he wanted to talk about the relationship you had but he was unsure whether you were okay to talk about it after hearing about beth’s passing.

“i keep remembering that will i wrote when beth had scarlet fever..” you remind laurie, as you both stand together.

“you bequeathed me a plaster horse, if i remember correctly.” laurie thought, as he looked at you.

“i had my death all planned out.. all rehearsed in my mind…” you say, trying not to cry, “i had beth’s all rehearsed and ready too… thought it would.. tear me open.. or burn me down like a house. but now im just frozen!”

laurie took your hand in his again. “ill come and see you everyday, y/n…” he says, admiring you but also making sure that you’re okay.

you look up at him, slowly twiddling your thumb with his, “promise me?” you ask.

he looks at you again, watching you twiddling your thumb with his, “yes.” laurie told you, now reaching into his pocket for something.

you wonder what he was looking for, so you decided to look out at the view from the castle balcony.

it took him a few seconds to find what he was looking for. he brought a black box from his pocket, and showed it to you.

you turned back to him and looked at the box. you were stunned.

“so.. y/n.. could we make it last forever?” he said, opening the box to reveal the engagement ring inside.

you were taken by surprise that laurie wants to marry you. you smile widely, and nod at him, letting him put the ring on your finger confirming your engagement.

MINI TIME SKIP -

you and laurie were on their way home from your long trip around europe with aunt march. aunt march had briefly found out about your engagement to laurie before passing out, and being taken home with aunt carrol and her daughter florence, who had been your other company before laurie arrived.

as soon as you arrived home, laurie helped you out of the carriage to find meg, marmee, father, amy, and jo (slowly) running out to greet you both.

marmee (with her good eye) noticed a ring on your finger. funnily enough, it wasn’t the same ring that laurie gave you a few days ago. it wasn’t the engagement ring.

you smiled down at the ring, and then looked back up at laurie.

“that’s not an engagement ring!” marmee says, realising something.

you and laurie smile at each other as you notice marmee admiring your ring.

“it’s a wedding ring!” marmee says, pulling you into a large hug and kissing you on the cheek, while father shakes laurie’s hand to congratulate us both, and to thank him for marrying you.

you smile at your mother again. “i cant quite get my glove over it!” you laugh, then moving to laurie to give your ‘husband’ a kiss on the cheek.

MINI TIME SKIP -

the hustle and bustle around the march house after yours and laurie’s return and the surprise of your marriage spread amongst the house. especially to mr laurence (laurie’s grandfather), who had told him to go abroad after jo turned him down.

you were happy. both of you were.

turns out that jo was falling in love with the professor she met at the boarding house in New York. she arrived home a week after yours and laurie’s return after being out in town and the professor was waiting for her.

you knew she was in love with him. jo knew you had always been in love with laurie.

you kindly persuaded jo to tell professor bhaer how she felt about him, and from soon after that, all your sisters and yourself were in love.

you all sat together, you and laurie at the piano as laurie played and you rested your head on his shoulder, meg and john with kitty and minnie, marmee and father and finally jo and bhaer.

it just fitted together so perfectly.

please don’t copy my work! <3

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— h4uerkings

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jungle-angel · 2 months

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Song Of The Misty Mountains (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett live for the nights in early spring when the family can be together

Warnings: Mentions of adoption, birth etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @withahappyrefrain @rhettabbotts @sebsxphia @bradleybeachbabe

"Good God I hate cleaning the kitchen," you muttered, scraping the last of the dinner scraps into the garbage can next to the sink.

"At least ya'll don't have to clean the bathroom," Cecelia chuckled. "I swear I have to call a NEST team to come and fumigate every time one or both of those idiots in the living room eats at the Bakshis' restaurant."

"Hah! Better than eating Dad's chili," Joy laughed as she collected the dishes.

You made a face and feigned a gagging noise. The last time you had Art Hawk's chili was at a summer cookoff at Amy and Rose's school during the summer fair and the upstairs bathroom had never been the same since, but damn was it good with a big hunk of cornbread.

You, Cecelia, Joy, Martha, Beth, Monica and the others cleared away and cleaned up the rest of the dishes from dinner, hoping to be able to finally relax as you all filled each other in on the goings on in each others lives.

"Literally cannot wait for summer," Martha Hawk laughed as she helped you scrub the dishes in the sink. "First year Rosie gets to dance in the powwows and my mom's coming down from Idaho."

"And to boot, you get the summer off," you told her.

Martha laughed, an excited squeak making its way in. She was more than excited to be joining you at the school as your teaching assistant in the lower grades and excited at the prospects of finally having summers off again. As soon as Amy's case had officially closed when she turned a year old, Martha had decided a change of field was more than needed.

"Alright, time for a game of fridge tetris," Beth laughed.

You and the girls laughed and chattered away with Amy and Rose popping in and out of the kitchen every couple of minutes. You couldn't believe that the two of them would be starting kindergarten in September. It had seemed like yesterday that you and Rhett had brought Amy home with Rosie arriving barely three days later. Four years had gone by a little too fast and at the beginning of July, the girls would both be turning five.

Once everything was done and settled, the dishes washed, dried and put away, into the living room you went where the men of the family had already gathered and had gotten the fire going in the fireplace. The logs crackled, hissed, spit and snapped as sparks and embers flew up the chimney but the living room was as warm and cozy as ever. The grass outside was coated in the thinnest layer of hoarfrost, a sign that March would soon give way to April and the promise of spring that would soon be coming.

Everyone chattered away, shooting the shit between each other while John disappeared and came back every so often with a drink of choice. "God I live for these nights," he said, taking his spot next to Royal. "Fire crackling away, wind blowing outside and Manhattan in one hand."

The front door creaked open and shut with Billy and Shania Tillerson kicking off their shoes near the rack and joining everybody in the living room. "S'f-f'f-fuckin cold out," Billy shuddered.

"Well here ya big knucklehead, take this!" Cecelia said, tossing the wooly throw blanket his way.

"Thanks Cece," Shania said as soon as she caught it and put it around her and Billy.

Everyone went about their business until Rose and Amy came barreling in, begging for Royal or someone to read them a story.

"Alright, alright, ya'll get on over here," Royal said, finally giving in to their request.

Rose and Amy took their places on the living room rug, the others listening eagerly as Amy handed Royal her copy of "The Hobbit", a story that Rhett had loved growing up, second only to "The Indian In The Cupboard" of course.

Royal began to read aloud, both the girls and everyone in the room listening intently. You and Rhett huddled close together as he read, mesmerized by how well Royal could do the character voices. You had all nearly lost track of the time when his mother's grandfather clock in the hallway rang in the hour of 8:30.

"Alright you two, upstairs," Royal told them. "C'mon, it's bedtime."

Amy and Rose hurried upstairs on his orders, rushing to their room and leaving the others downstairs.

Royal threw another log onto the fire, hissing as it split open and released its sharp scent throughout the room. He hummed as he placed another one in there, low and droning as John joined in along with Thomas, Mo and Art and the rest of them. It wasn't long before you heard those familiar words filling the room, words that spoke of far off mountains, wizards, dwarves and hidden treasure deep in lands unexplored.

"Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To find our long-forgotten gold.

The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light."

Their voices were almost like that of the dwarves themselves, deep and droning in the night as they sang. You and the girls all joined in as the fire crackled away and the sky outside was tinted deep shades of red and pink. When it had all gone silenced, you and Rhett heard a pair of giggles coming from the stairs.

"Alright you two, bed! Now!" Rhett ordered.

The girls ran back upstairs, the two of you hoping that would be the only time you would have to say something.

"Think they'll be back down again?" you asked him.

"Only time will tell darlin," Rhett chuckled as he kissed you.

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #royal x cecelia abbott #amy abbott #joy hawk #martha hawk #rose hawk

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reciprocityfic · 11 months

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title: you fandom: little women pairing: theodore laurence x amy march rating: t summary: laurie is nervous on his wedding night.

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They marry quickly - for practical purposes, of course. Aunt March can no longer travel, and it would be inappropriate for her to travel back to America with only him and his grandfather to accompany her. And her staying there in Europe until they manage to find a proper chaperone is out of the question; not only does she need to see her family, but the thought of being apart from each other for an indefinite amount of time, an ocean between them, is simply unbearable for the both of them.

He promises he'll give her a proper wedding when they get back to Concord, on their way to the chapel the morning they say their vows. She protests, saying that she doesn't need it, that he and her family is all she needs, but he persists, because she deserves more than rushed vows in an unfamiliar church in Le Havre. He whispers to her about all a wedding would entail - the beautiful dress she would wear, the elegant party they would hold with beautiful music and delightful food, the way he would dance with her - and her eyes slowly light up.

"That does sound lovely," she relents, and he smiles.

So they marry quickly, and afterwards go to where they're staying for the evening before heading to England the next day. His grandfather had found the nicest hotel in the city, and when they arrive, they are greeted with the finest champagne and a small cake baked especially for them from the kitchen. They sit in the parlor and eat it with his grandfather and Aunt March, who has become even more high-strung as her illness has progressed. She complains about everything - the china patterns, the temperature, the wallpaper in the room. He only half hears her, though, and leaves it to his grandfather to placate and entertain the woman. His only focus is his bride. His wife.

His Amy.

When the four decide to part for the evening, he leads her to their suite with slow steps, his heart pounding in his chest. He's been with several women before, but this is different - it's Amy. And he doesn't think he's ever been more anxious in his life than he is now.

He barely manages to open the door; his hand shakes as he attempts to put the key into the lock. Eventually, he succeeds, and he opens the door, stepping back for her.

"After you, my lady."

She fights a smile, and looks up at him for a moment before curtsying slightly.

"Thank you, my lord."

He watches her as she walks into the room, taking one deep breath to try and calm his nerves before following her and closing the door behind them with a soft thud.

They don't speak; instead, he sits down on the bed and watches her as she moves around. His grandfather has arranged for their things to be dropped off here, and she looks through her luggage before pulling out a brush and a thin white nightgown. He gulps, his fingers twitching against the sheets.

She sits down at the vanity and begins to take the pins out of her hair. He gazes at her, and catches her eye in the mirror as she reaches down for her brush. She averts her gaze quickly. He frowns; maybe she doesn't want to do anything tonight other than sleep. She's still mourning Beth, of course, and although the day had been happy, it had also been exhausting. Not to mention the long journey they were to begin tomorrow.

It's her decision. He doesn't want to pressure her, and he doesn't want to think she would be disappointing him. He wants her desperately, yes, but he's also willing to wait for her. He'd wait for her forever if it pleased her.

Just as he's about to tell her his thoughts, she speaks.

"Would you help me with the buttons on my dress?"

He looks up, and their eyes meet in the mirror once more. This time, she doesn't look away.

His mouth goes dry, but he manages to answer her gently.

"Of course."

He gets up, takes four long steps towards her as she stands and presents her back to him. He's immediately reminded of that day in her studio, when he'd unbuttoned her smock. It had been the first time he'd realized that his feelings for Amy March ran much, much deeper (and much, much differently) than he thought they did.

He pushes aside her long blonde hair; he doesn't think he's seen Amy with her hair down since she was a child. He immediately wants to run his fingers through it, to see what it looks like splayed out on the bed as she lies below him. But right now, he has a mission to complete, and a dress to unbutton.

But again, his hands shake, and he fumbles with the first few buttons like a fool. She turns around and looks at him curiously, but then, her face softens.

"You're nervous?" she asks, and her voice is almost incredulous. He'd already mentioned the fact that he'd been with other women before. She'd flinched when he told her, and he hated it. He wished he could take back every moment he had ever spent with someone else. But then she'd sat up straight and taken his face in her hands.

"It doesn't matter," she’d told him. "The important thing is that it's only the two of us now, always."

"Forever," he'd told her earnestly.

So he understands her confusion; he should be an expert at undoing the back of a dress, and he is, typically. But yes, he's nervous.

"Why?" she asks.

"Because it's you," he answers simply.

It's Amy. The love of his life. And she deserves nothing but perfection, something she can remember for the rest of her life with fondness and love.

"Are you nervous?" he asks her.

She blushes and looks down, but shakes her head firmly.

"Why?" he asks, echoing her question.

She looks back up at him, the sweetest smile on her face. For a moment, he remembers her face the first time they ever met, her staring up at him from her seat on the floor, her eyes shining with the firelight.

I'm Amy.

Now, she reaches out and takes one of his shaking hands in hers, kisses his palm and then holds it to the side of her face.

"Because it's you."

She smiles softly, closing the space between them and standing up on the tips of her toes to kiss him. And when her lips touch his, his heartbeat finally begins to steady.

a/n: champagne problems is coming soon!

#amy x laurie #laurie x amy #amylaurie #little women 2019 #little women #amy march #theodore laurence

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haaam-guuuurl · 7 months

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Little Women Amy x Laurie Ballet Modern AU

The March sisters grew up tripping over dance bags and discarded ballet slippers. Piano music and counts of eight were the soundtrack of their childhoods, ever since Meg first joined the ballet class at their local dance studio, every sister following her soon after. Careful Meg, spirited Jo, delicate Beth, and artful Amy all found their place along that barre, different tempers and styles united by effort and a love of dance.

Ballet brought them closer, brought them friends - most notably Theodore Laurence, Jo's partner and best friend - and even brought them their futures. All of them incredibly talented and dedicated, it was no surprise when the four sisters each found their way in the world of ballet.

Meg surprised everyone when, though gifted enough to pursue a profissional dancing career, she settled into a teaching position at the studio they'd all attended, happy to instead pursue what had captured her heart from the very beginning. None shocked more than Jo, however, who got as far as being offered a contract from a prestigious ballet company, but turned it down and turned away from dancing all together, pivoting into academics and other passions, seeking to make her own mark in the world. Beth remained in the studio, but fell in love with the music instead of the steps, finding an inclination for the piano in the corner of the room, and a talent for it unmatched among her artistic possibilities. It was only the youngest, Amy, who'd dreamed of becoming a prima ballerina since first stepping foot in a ballet class, that followed those dreams all the way to her place at a professional ballet company.

Though they'd all loved it, Amy was the one who'd wanted it, wanted it all, had ambition for it beyond the passion. She didn't only want to dance - she wanted to be great. That ambition carried her through her apprenticeship, through the corps, through being one of many and feeling like she'd never be good enough to stand out, all the way through to one of the coveted soloist positions. At last, a chance to be seen, to be exceptional! A chance she wasn't going to give up that easily, not even when she was cast opposite Theodore Laurence for the company's production of Firebird.

Laurie had been the closest friend of the March sisters, once. And though he'd cared for them all, Jo was definitely his favorite. She was his partner, his best friend, his beloved. And when she'd abandoned dance, she'd left him too. He'd envisioned them working side by side forever, spending their lives together. But that wasn't what Jo saw. It wasn't what she wanted. Though they'd always fit together so well, they couldn't understand each other in this, not really. So, Jo went on, and Laurie did too, signing with the furthest company that would have him, determined to forget all about Jo, and about their childhood.

Amy and Laurie had not seen each other for years. They'd gone on to different companies, in different cities, and only now, by chance, did they find themselves in the same place, Amy just promoted, and Laurie just hired. Though she was still new and eager to prove herself, he'd been a soloist at his previous company for some time, had grown comfortable and complacent in his position. The two had been pleased to see each other again after so long, if not also surprised, and it could've been fair to assume they would've worked perfectly well together, if not for that difference in their careers and dispositions.

Dancing Katerina, Amy was working hard every day to be great, yet also constantly feeling the sting of second best. Laurie's attitude was no help, either. As Ivan, he had a principal role and every advantage and talent one could have, but he seemed intent on wasting it, going through the motions every rehearsal and putting in only the bare minimum in his performance. He had lost his passion for dancing, carrying on mostly out of habit and duty, but he hadn't felt the same ever since Jo left. And Amy, in his arms, couldn't help but feel like a poor substitute.

The pair had been friends for years, before. Even clashing during rehearsals, they did get along well now, managed to become closer than before and have fun together. But this wasn't something they could move past. Amy finally had enough of it. She couldn't bear to see Laurie waste it all like this, throw away everything he had, while she was fighting for every opportunity. He wouldn't work with her, and he wouldn't work for himself. She came very close to quitting the production.

Amy had always been powered by her ambitions, but deterred by the knowledge of how hard it was to succeed in this business. If there was something she couldn't get past, if this was the best she'd ever get, if she'd only reach second tier, only ever good enough, and never great, then what was the point?

Surprisingly, however, Laurie heard her. Amy made him see what he'd been avoiding for years. He knew what he was doing. He knew he was wrong. He just didn't want to face his own pain, didn't want to change, to grow up, to truly leave it behind. But he also knew he had to. If he wanted to keep going, he couldn't be dragged back by the past.

And then there was her. He and Amy had become so close through the course of rehearsals. She had been the one to wake him up, and to see there's a future beyond Jo, to make him start to love dancing again. He desperately didn't want her to quit the show, to quit him. He wanted to be there, to be better for her, wanted to dance with her, wanted to be the partner she deserved.

Laurie committed. He showed up, for Amy, every rehearsal and every show after that. More than that, he worked hard on it, not just for her, but because he'd begun to feel passionate about dancing again. And in his revival, he made Amy feel it too. Though she'd never abandon her dreams, seeing Laurie like this made her remember why she loved dancing in the first place. Not just to be a prima, not just to be great, but to be an artist.

The two of them, dancing together, managed to get past complacency, past ambition, past insecurities. They managed to dance, to create something beautiful, to fall in love with it all over again. They managed to fall in love.

Amy and Laurie made each other better. They inspired each other, captured one another's hearts. They danced together, and together they shined.

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mysebacielblog · 3 months

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The Sebaciel playlist

A Tasteful but Sultry mix of Rock and Classical with a Faustian Twist.

{Dm Me for Spotify Playlist!}

I’m ALIVE!

Becca

Back to Black

Amy Winehouse

Back in Black

AC/DC

Ladies and Gentlemen

Saliva

Enter the Circus

Christina Aguilera

Mary on a Cross

Ghost

Good Days Bad Days

Kaiser Chiefs

Tainted Love

Soft Cell

Strange Doings in the Night

Sarah and the Safe Word

Disobedient

Steven Universe

Paint it Black

The Rolling Stones

No. 13 Dance of the Knights

Sergei Prokofiev, Orchestra of the Royal Opera House

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

AC/DC

Obsession

OK Go

I Come With Knives

IAMX

Far too Young to Die

Panic! At The Disco

Voices of Spring Op. 410

Johann Strauss II, Waltzes and Arias

White Rabbit

Jefferson Airplaine

Friends in Low Places

Worthikids

Do I Wanna Know?

Arctic Monkeys

Second Waltz

André Rieu, Johann Strauss Orchestra

Violin Partita No. 2 in D Minor

Hillary Hahn Plays Bach

Put it On Me

Matt Maeson

Serenade for Strings in E Major Op 22

Antonín Dvrorák Serenades

Ocean Eyes

Billie Eilish

Run Boy Run

Woodkid

Get Over it

OK Go

Broken Boy

Cage the Elephant

Social Cues

Cage the Elephant

Sympathy For the Devil

The Rolling Stones

Phantom

Natewantstobattle

Me And The Devil

Soap & Skin

Goodnight Socialite

The Brobecks

Call Out My Name

The Weekend

Do it For Me

Rosenfield

Control

Halsey

Piano Sonata No.14 in C Sharp Minor

Beethoven

Danke Shoen

Wayne Newton

Requiem K. 625 Lacrymosa

Mozart

Pulling Mussels

Squeeze

I Wanna Be Your Dog

John McCrea

Kill of the Night

Gin Wigmore

Bloody Mary

Lady Gaga

The Dark

Beth Crowley

Skyfall

Adele

Monocro No Kiss

SID

The Devil is a Gentleman

Merci Raines

Sweet Dreams (are made of these)

Eurythmics

You Can’t Always Get What You Want

The Rolling Stones

Kiss From a Rose

Seal

Labour

Paris Paloma

Death Waltz

Adam S Hurst

Doll on a Music Box

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Right, Master Bruce

Alfred Pennyworth

Danse Macarbe OP 40

Camille Saint-Saens Orchestra

Ballade No.1 in G Minor

Chopin

Bossa Nova Tails

fazathecat

Eternal Flame

The Bangles

It’s My Life

Bon Jovi

Let’s Never Stop Falling in Love

Pink Martini

Game of Survival

Ruelle

#sebaciel #Black Butler Music #Not Just 15 Melanie Martinez songs and random satanic slowed down music #ACTUAL WELL THOUGHT OUT TUNES #I didn’t add more Panic At the Disco or The Entire Musical of CATS #so it is OOC #I just. I can’t listen to CATS the musical Jellicle Cats #i’m not strong enough

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neechees · 1 year

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On your take about the the white woman collage. Definitely tru you can tell they’re all made by ww, but I also think it’s indicative of how rarely women of color get to take on those roles, how rarely they get aestheticized misery from their own bad decisions. There’s rarely enough agency presented in ennui of women of color for them to take on those Amy Dunn roles. And ultimately it’s all part of the same misogynistic characterization of either denying a character the agency to respond with blunt numbness or presenting the idea that that blunt numbness in itself and, not the choice to react that way. I hope that made sense.

I think a lot of it is also woc not taking on roles at all because of course the lack of roles made for them, and even when they exist, theyre not given as much dimensionality as White Women. White women love the "unhinged" female, (white) characters because White women both historically and in contemporary times are seen as the height & standard for femininity, which also means they're seen as pure, delicate, sweet, forgiving, sensitive, and so on. The unginhed, crying White woman I think is a combination of white women & them always being seen as the victim of their situation, in addition to the "unhinged" part (which might be represented by anger, violence, so on) also trying to break the mold or Visage of the perpetually sweet white woman. White woman love this kind of thing because of how often white women are seen as the former. And I also think this is why there's so many cases of it with White Women, & why WW love it so much, because woc are already seen as more scary, angry, hysterical, vengeful, violent, and so on. I think some ppl think it's "more revolutionary" with White women because that's how they see woc already, in a one dimensional lens & demonized.

But I don't really see to many of these representations really trying to say anything about race (except maybe something like Midsommar, or even I think Amy Dunne, but a lot of White Women misunderstand those characters), & it's usually kinda framed or feels like a "White women's experiences are universal/the default" kind of way. You're so right about aesthetisized misery and I think that can actually be dangerous, and it's how we get scenes like Beth Harmon very conveniently "sexily" dancing half naked & smoking a cigarette for the audience to show her depression, or people making "female rage" edits showing cis White women screaming with a Mitsky song playing over it. I do wish we'd see more woc in roles where they get to be multidimensional & with a full set of emotions that theyre allowed to feel, and yet not hyperdemonized for it.

It really reminds me of this great video essay about it, that below

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#this also reminds me of how when Midsommar came out & the White girls were praising it for being ''feminist''#one of the praises I heard was that it was a horror film that showed Dani as hysterical and crying and screaming but likem #name ONE horror film that doesnt have a screaming white woman in it #anonymous

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writingfortheheart · 3 months

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Counting to 30: Beth

9 years earlier...

9 years before Beth met Marcianna...

Only 5 years before Beth started at Hope International...

Beth was 20-years-old, in the middle of med school, aiming to get into sports medicine. It was in med school that she met Amy, the love of her life.

In the midst of the pressure of school, Beth had started a ballet class offered through the school. An extracurricular, something to take her mind off her course load. When she put on her slippers, slipped into her leotard, she entered a Zen-like state where nothing could bother her.

Amy had very little interest in ballet, at least until she saw Beth at the gym. Beth had an aura around her that attracted Amy. Peeking into the dance studio across the hall from the gym, seeing Beth in the locker rooms after their respective workouts. It made Amy nervous.

A chance encounter just outside the locker room set everything in motion. Beth had been grabbing a bottle of water from the vending machine just outside the gym, and Amy decided to do the same. Amy made the first move. "Uh...hi?"

Beth wheeled around, a confused look on her face, "Hi? I'm sorry..."

"No, we don't know each other, but..." Amy stammered, "I've seen you in the dance studio..."

A smile crept across Beth's face. She said nothing and let Amy continue. "You're beautiful...I mean, ballet is beautiful, and you look..."

Beth's face turned red. She put her hand on Amy's shoulder. "Thank you". It wasn't often she was complimented on her looks. She had no idea what to say.

"I'd like to buy you a coffee..." said Amy, the words coming from her mouth like a rocket, "Or whatever you prefer. Tea? Soda? No, you're a ballerina, not soda..."

Beth nodded. "I'd like that. Is tonight okay?"

Something bubbled up in Amy's chest, a giggle, "Yeah. Can we meet at the dorms? We'll go from there?"

That night, Beth and Amy fell in love. A quick kiss outside the dorm sealed the deal.

Within the next few months, Beth and Amy had rented an apartment not far from the campus. They wanted to be as close as possible to each other.

After a long day, Beth came in the door to the house, Amy stood waiting with a smile on her face. Beth brightened upon seeing Amy. She leaned in and kissed Amy. "Hey, love. How was your day?"

Amy pulled Beth in. "Better now that you're here. I have dinner ready, if you want it. After that..."

"After that I have to get some school work done...but maybe you can help me". Beth kissed Amy again, their mouths opening, Beth sliding her tongue into Amy's mouth.

After dinner, Beth and Amy went to their bedroom. Beth took a quick shower and changed into a nightgown as Amy changed into a pair of pajamas. Beth went over to her school bag and rummaged through. "Are you ready to help me?" Amy nodded. "Please lay down on the bed", said Beth.

Beth's slender form glided toward Amy on the bed, her black night dress complimented by an old pair of jazz shoes she had repurposed as house slippers. "I just have to practice my auscultation", Beth put her stethoscope on and went to work.

Beth started her examination at the top of Amy's chest, listening to her heartbeat. About halfway through the examination, Amy let out a giggle. "When do we get to the mouth to mouth?" she asked jokingly. Beth pulled the stethoscope from her ears. "Are you feeling short of breath?" she asked, a smile playing on her face. Amy nodded, biting her lip.

Beth leaned in, "Breath out...". Amy did as she was told. Beth's mouth covered Amy's and she gave a gentle breath, filling Amy's lungs with her air. Amy's body bristled. "Again..."

The rescue breathing demonstration turned to kissing, and kissing turned into much more. They made passionate love, Beth's fingers finding her way down Amy's pajama pants as she gave Amy gentle breaths, Amy's fingers finding their way up Beth's nightgown as she took breaths.

When all was done, Beth and Amy held each other.

Beth and Amy were no longer together, but Beth still loved her. It had been 9 years, but the love was still there.

Beth woke up, she was lying on the floor of Marcianna's room. She could hear Marcianna groaning in the bed beside her. She only meant to stay for a little bit, making sure Marcianna was alright. Beth sat up and looked over at Marcianna sleeping on the bed, her face twisted into a pained expression.

Beth brushed Marcianna's hair from her face. "It gets better..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

#female heartbeat #resus writing #cardiophile #ballet #ballet aesthetic #resus roleplay #resus

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permanent-rose · 10 months

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This just dawned on me, but the parallels between the March sisters and the Bridgerton sisters are so incredibly obvious when you think about it.

Meg and Daphne are the eldest. They want to marry and have children, and they feel responsible for their siblings. They connect the most to their mothers and support them in their fathers absence. (That girl who is mean to Meg at the dance because the March family are abolitionists is so Cressida Cowper coded)

Meg's line "just because my dreams are different from yours doesn't mean they are unimportant" to Jo could have been seamlessly included from Daphne to Eloise.

Jo and Eloise are brilliant, headstrong, and articulate beyond what is expected of them. They share dreams about revolution, a life without marriage. Both are blunt and struggle socially. They are admired but profoundly lonely in their own way. (Also, both have been argued to be lesbian coded) They are suffocated by society but cannot escape it. Therefore, they lash out at their loved ones. (Eloise would totally burn Daphne's hair off before a ball).

Beth and Francesca are sweet and gentle, easily forgotten amidst the mayhem of their families. I can’t remember 100% but I'm fairly sure Franny is a talented pianist like Beth. They lend a compassionate ear and struggle with their health.

Amy and Hyacinth are rambunctious and passionate. They feel left behind when their siblings start growing up and leaving them. They dream of great adventure and go on travels away from their families where they get together with their husbands. (Hyacinth would totally burn a manuscript and then get very apologetic)

In conclusion, I'm going nuts about this, and I needed to scream into into the void.

#i am the biggest little women fan and i can't believe i didn’t see this before #jo march #little women #meg march #amy march #beth march #bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #francesca bridgerton #hyacinth bridgerton #lucias nonsense

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the-other-art-blog · 1 year

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Have you also noticed how in the books, we mostly have a focus on Jo and her relationship with her sisters, but we don't get to see Meg, Beth and Amy's relationship with each other? Meg was supposed to look after Amy the most, but we don't see their relationship. We also don't see Meg/Beth or Beth/Amy. Which I think is one of the reasons why Jo is the main character. How do you think those relationships were like?

I really don't think Jo is the main character. I think people want to think she is the main character, but there are 3 consecutive chapters all about Amy in the middle of Good Wives! Others about her and Laurie's relationship. And others centering on Meg and Beth, and their struggles. People tend to brush off those because they are not as "interesting" as Jo's. Adaptations make her the protagonist, but the book is called Little WOMEN, not woman. It's about the four sisters.

The sequels though, those are just about Jo really. Between May asking Louisa to stop writing about Amy because of the haters, and John's death... LMA focused on Jo.

However, I do have to give you some points because there are relationships that deserved more attention. Adaptations should focus on developing those, instead of creating fanfiction!

Meg and Amy

I think this is such a sweet relationship. Meg is a motherly figure to Amy. Whenever Amy felt sick at night, she would go to Meg first. She would happily lend Amy her dresses when she starts going to parties in Concord, and help her learn to dance. Meg would be supervising Amy's embroidery. Also, Amy would do this beautiful portrait of Meg and John. And she might have been writing letters to her from Europe, apart from the ones for Marmee. I think Meg continued to be her confident when she and Laurie were having difficulties getting pregnant. Meg would certainly be with her in the room during childbirth and she and John would be godparents to Bess (Also because of how much John did for Laurie. Another relationship that is left underdeveloped). I think Meg would be so happy that Amy can enjoy everything she couldn't, and she would be so proud of how influential her baby sister is. There is this beautiful moment in Jo's Boys where Amy is dancing and she's around 40 years old, but Meg still looks at her as if she were 18! She loves her baby sister so much!

Beth and Amy

These two had to stick together because Meg and Jo were being all grown up and they had to stay and be children for a while. And yet, they couldn't be more different. Beth is the reason why Amy begins to reflect on her behavior. After seeing how loved Beth is by all the town, she just wants to be better. I think Beth is a model for Amy. And Beth admires Amy so much for how independent she is. It will forever break my heart that Amy couldn't say goodbye to her sister. Someone else pointed out that if Amy wouldn't have married Laurie in Europe, she would have returned to sleep in the bedroom she shared with Beth! I think that in the last days of her honeymoon, Amy tried to make excuses to stay in Europe, because there at least she could pretend that Beth was still at home.

Meg and Beth

Their relationship is so peaceful. They are the ones who bring calm to Jo and Amy, so they're super chill sitting next to each other working on their embroidery/piano. Beth would love to spend time with the twins and she might play lullabies for them to go to sleep. I have to confess, not a lot comes to my mind about these two.

I'd love to see what other lw fans think of this.

#it's not a post about lw without ranting at the adaptations #little women #anon ask #amy march #meg march #beth march #jo march #march sisters

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