#little women imagine

[timhalamet]

I saw laurie Lawrence and i got so excited (i see no fics of him even though he’s like the perfect man even if he sucks sometimes.) i’m excited to see your writings <3

the way things go

pairings- laurie laurence x fem!reader

summary- after over hearing laurie propose to your sister Jo, heartbroken you decide to leave to paris

warnings- angst, not proofread nothing else

'would you do me the greatest honour of making me your husband.'

Laurie's words seemed to replay and echo in the dull hollow walls of your mind. Your heart ached as tears dripped down your face . You were going to tell Laurie you loved him. You thought he loved you.

It was obvious now that you were wrong.

With a hand clamped over your mouth, you muffled the sob threatening to break out from your throat.

What made it worse was that he hadn't proposed to anyone else.

He proposed to Jo.

Anger simmed through you, overtaking the flow of your pain. You had asked Jo if something between her and Laurie had been going on and everytime she replied with 'don't be silly! Laurie's like my brother!' or 'laurie!? What possibly could make you think that!?' and brushed it off with furrowed brows and a disgusted frown.

But that didn't match up with what you had just witnessed.

Through the slightly ajar door, you walked down the hallway of lauries and his grandfather's house, hoping to speak to him only to be met with the sight of Laurie on one knee facing Jo, with a small velvet box holding one of the most gorgeous ring you have ever seen.

'would you do me the greatest honour of make me your husband.'

You held back your sob and flew down the stairs not caring if either of Jo or Laurie heard you.

You ran. Ran till you were in your bedroom, without a second thought, stuffing the rest of your precious belongings into your suitcase, filling it to the brim.

You looked around at your room savouring every inch before hauling your suitcase and down the stairs.

'you're already leaving so early?'

Marmees soft gentle voice called out from behind you, and you sighed turning around to face.

'should I get laurie to help you?'

A weak smile formed on your face, but you knew it was no use. Marmee could see right through anyone.

'no it's alright..I wouldn't want to bother him' your words came out more bitter than you intended to.

Soon without telling Meg, Jo, Beth, or Amy, you walked out of the door.

And to Paris.

'would you do me the greatest honour of make me your husband.'

Laurie knelt on knee holding the velvet box to Jo.

Jo squealed and grabbed Laurie up, wrapping her arms around his neck.

'its perfect! It's time, we need to go tell the others!'

'wait I need to look presentable' Laurie joked before dusting his clothes off and fixing the rough state of his hair.

The pair soon went to Lauries grandfather and told him the news.

He was ecstatic.

They spent an hour with lauries grandfather, before trampling through the thick mount of snow to tell marmee and the girls.

'is she here?', Laurie asked marmee.

Marmee sadly smiled, 'shes already left to the train station'

Laurie felt his heart drop to his stomach.

'what?'

'shes already left to Paris, if you're lucky the train might not have departed yet due to the snow storm.'

You sat on one of the benches at the train station, the bell jar in your hand, as you read impatiently waiting for your train to arrive.

Soon the call of your train was made.

You grabbed your suitcase and bag, holding the book with our arm.

As you began to struggle as you attempted to haul your suitcase and bag on the train, you felt arms grab your suitcase and a familiar voice.

'wait!'

You turned around to see Laurie, his hair sticking in all directions, and his face flushed from the snow.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the train.

'what were you thinking? You were just going to leave? Without telling the girls? Without telling me?' his voice was strained and raspy as if he had been screaming.

'laurie I don't have time for this- the train its leaving!' you harshly ripped yourself from Laurie's grip, attempting to chase the train down as it slowly departed, only to be in his hold again.

He held you against his chest.

'youre not leaving. You cant-why?'

You struggled to find your words.

You looked at him million answers as to why. Why? 'why? Really Laurie why? You know exactly why!' you held a finger to him accusingly as you jabbed him in the chest 'you- what happened to us? We were so close. I love you Laurie. That's 'why?'.' Laurie's jaw dropped as you continued. 'i love you and I thought...' your voice trailed off as you swallowed the lump in your throat frustrated. 'i thought you loved me to. And I went. I went to tell you but you already proposed, I was too late. You love her.' your voice dropped with jealousy and anguish.

'what?' Laurie asked his brows furrowed as he bit the inside of his cheek 'who are you taking about? I love you. Only you.'

You were confused. But didn't he propose to Jo? 'laurie I saw you... I saw..but you proposed to jo.'

Lauries faced changed. His eyes widened as his mouth slowly formed into a grin before he started laughing.

'laurie it's not funny!' you exclaim, yet also finding yourself trying to hide your smile, pushing him away playfully.

Laurie grabbed your hands, enlacing his fingers with yours.

'god, i was practicing to propose.' he chuckled ' I was practicing to propose. To you.'

'oh.' was all that left your mouth but it was nothing compared to the whirlwind of emotions in your stomach.

'so what do you say? Will you be my wife?' he asked grinning as his hands revealed a small velvet box holding the same gorgeous diamond ring.

'yes!' you beamed at him, your cheeks flushed as he slid the ring on your finger.

As laurie quickly embraced you, his chin on your head as you wrapped your arms around your torso, Laurie chuckled,

'i can't believe that after all that practicing this is the propsosal.'

'well I guess that's just the way things go.'

a/n I hate this so much but idk if it's just me 😭 I hope it's okay for you guys!

[cauliflowertree]

laurie laurence—all i want to say is i love you.

laurie laurence x fem!march!reader

summary: romance novel confessions.

word count: 1.1k

fanfic no. 043.

laurie laurence always had a pleasant time with the march sisters—he considered them family, if he could so bold as to say so. but as he grew older, the other sisters began to notice a slight show of favouritism for the third sister, y/n. soft but lively in temperament, she seemed his perfect match. and they didn’t mind so much, for laurie was still very attentive to them, and they observed they would make a very fine couple should they choose to be.

he hadn’t thought he was quite so obvious with his silent affections, but he could not deny his countenance greatly altered when with her, though often he did not realise unless it was teasingly pointed out by someone else who had observed this alteration. let them tease, he thought, it mattered not to him.

he had quietly pined after the favourited sister for many months now, elongated, he felt, by the winter season which seemed to last many weeks longer than usual, which often forced him back home in the early evenings where his lack of company was greatly felt by y/n and the other march sisters.

but when summer finally absorbed spring’s showers, he was greeted with the adoring sight of y/n reading novels in her garden once more. from his window he could see her quite clearly, often getting distracted from his studies which could infuriate poor mr. brooke. laurie was never the most attentive nor obedient student, which was only exacerbated by this consuming infatuation he could not shake, nor did he want to.

as much as his love for y/n tormented him, it was the reason he found himself so eager to greet the day in the early mornings, the cause many of his smiles and happy moments. but as much as this was true, she was also the cause of many sleepless nights, reprimands from his tutor and grandfather for not paying attention and confusion in his life.

despite this uncertainly imposed upon him, as soon as his classes had ended for the day, he headed to the march household—he could wait no longer to tell y/n the truth about how he felt; the uncertainty must come to an end.

meanwhile, oblivious to the plan laurie was hatching, you basked in the soft sunlight while reading a romance novel you’d bought from town with all the money you’d saved up recently. it was a delightful read, though you were nearing the end already, having only started reading it a day or so ago.

“you pierce my soul. i am half agony, half hope,” you read aloud, feeling your heart pound in your chest, wondering what those words would sound like coming from laurie’s lips.

theodore laurence had a hold of your heart from the day you’d met, and thus far, he had not relinquished his grip for a moment. you were a little too shy to admit your fondness for the boy, but would accept in a heartbeat if he were to confess he felt the same way first. it was a difficult predicament, for the dread came in knowing there was a chance you would never know if you did not ask.

“‘would you, in short, have renewed the engagement then?’ — ‘would i!’ was all her answer; but the accent was decisive enough,’” you continued to read, feeling the butterflies in your stomach fluttering as you the confession upon the pages unravelled.

“‘good god!’ he cried. ‘you would!’”

so enraptured in your novel, you hadn’t noticed laurie creeping up on you from your garden gate, smiling gently as he watched and listened to you read another novel from your extensive collection.

“what are you reading this time?” asked laurie when he was close enough.

“oh! laurie, you startled me,” you laughed, clutching your chest.

“i apologise, fair maiden,” he bowed in jest. “is it shakespeare’s sonnets again?” he asked, nodding to the book in your hand.

“not this time, the author is a woman from england,” you replied, elated with the knowledge it was a woman’s words you were devouring page by page.

“is it a novel?”

“yes, a romance novel,” you sighed happily. “it is fast becoming one of my favourites. oh, laurie, it’s utterly splendid!”

laurie sat beside you in the grass, fiddling with the green blades beside his feet. he listened to you talk fondly of this new novel you had fallen in love with, talking endlessly of some anne elliot and a captain wentworth.

“what is it?” you asked suddenly, feeling very self conscious of the intense stare from laurie’s eyes and his boundless silence.

“i’m in love with you,” he whispered without hesitation through a smile, almost in disbelief that the words had left his lips so boldly.

“what?” you scoffed, for such a declaration was not easily comprehended in the circumstances in which he had revealed it to you.

“all the while i have known you, i have been in love with you,” replied laurie, feeding off the courage he had unwittingly found. “i do not care that you talk too much, nor that you stay up too late reading by the dwindling candle light. i love that your hair is unkempt and that as soon as someone pays you a compliment you become bashful. i could not think of someone better to love. truly, i could love no one else but you.”

it was as if you were in a romance novel of your own, and the protagonist’s love interest was finally admitting his feelings in the last chapter of the book, letting its readers breathe a sigh of relief alongside their protagonist who had been waiting just as long to hear the words finally spoken.

“have i upset you?” asked laurie when you did not respond.

“no!” you cried. “you have only surprised me,” you laughed. “do you truly mean it, laurie!?”

“of course i mean it, dear y/n,” came his gentle response, which elicited a bright grin stretching across your lips as you tossed your novel to the ground, throwing yourself against laurie.

“i have been in love with you all this time too,” you revealed, hovering over his lips and revelling in the sensation of his arms snaking around your waist and over your back.

laurie could not speak, only match your joyous smile as he let the words you had spoken sink into his heart, down to the very bottom where he endeavoured to hold them forever.

he wetted his lips, lifting his chin up cautiously, to which you matched his actions before pressing your lips to his delicately—a chaste first kiss that neither of you wished would end. but you had all the time in the world for the number to grow and grow beyond count.

requested by anonymous.

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[mirclealignr]

autumn leaves | laurie laurence.

laurie had never understood your partiality for the autumn months, with their bitter weather, prolonged nights and early sunsets, which left your candles burning longer than was typical, and suddenly you found yourself in town buying wax candles several more times a month than earlier in the year. it was extortionate and very inconvenient, and he found it easy to lay blame on the inhospitable season you adored so much.

oh, but how you tried to persuade him, to convince him of the opposite. 'just look at the trees' you'd tell him, and while he could not deny their beauty in autumn, changing slowly from green to orange, red and brown, he could not forget that he was admiring a beautiful death rather than a beautiful life.

"come for a walk with me, laurie? i think some fresh air will do us good," you suggested, having been cooped up inside all day, laurie focussing on his studies more intently than usual.

he barely looked up at the sound of your voice, and simply hummed in response as he continued to scribble mindlessly. sighing softly, you slung your outside coat on and pulled your wooly hat down over your ears to protect them from the chill. even as you tied your laces, laurie had not noticed any movement in the room or your change of appearance, too engrossed in his studies.

"laurie?" you called softly, but he gave no reply, "laurie!" you said more urgently this time.

"what?" he asked without looking up.

huffing, you stole the quill from between his fingers and discarded it on the desk, taking his hands in yours to force him to look your way without so much as a single distraction.

"you need a break, put your shoes on," you ordered.

"but-"

"i will not hear your ifs nor buts," you shook your head.

laurie hesitated for a moment before sighing softly, keeping his head down as he walked toward the hall where his shoes and coat were waiting to be worn. his legs were stiff from sitting so long in the same position, hardly thinking of his own well-being. today, that task had befallen you, though he hadn't intended for you to acquire such a burden.

"i do not understand your love for autumn," laurie reiterated as the cool air pierced his skin through his woolen garments.

"i know," you laughed, skipping ahead to crunch a pile of fallen leaves beneath your boots.

"do not leave me behind!" called laurie, fighting to catch up with you, only to have you run away again when he got close, "where are you going?"

you didn't reply, for you knew that with or without a response, laurie would follow you anywhere. running through the vast empty field, the expanse of green becoming a blur the faster you pushed yourself, you kept your eyes fixed to the towering oak tree. it was dwindling as summer and autumn shared their last embrace, laying out its life surrounding its home.

you stopped abruptly and laurie, who was racing behind you, thought something was amiss. he called out to you, only to have his voice washed away in the wind and distance. you crawled onto the floor, laying on your back beneath the almost leafless tree which was greeting its hibernation fondly, spreading your arms and legs out amongst the fallen drops of red, orange and brown.

laurie was utterly out of breath when he finally reached you, panting and grasping for breath that would not burn his throat. "what are you doing?" he asked weakly.

"making a leaf angel," you giggled, movie your arms and legs up and down and from side to side as you would in the snow.

laurie scoffed, laughing at himself for being so concerned for a brief moment in time. he dropped to the floor in exhaustion, no doubt exacerbated by his panic, and found himself mimicking your movements. you turned to him for a fleeting moment—he was smiling—before hauling yourself up from the ground.

"how does it look?" laurie asked, sitting up and climbing to his feet.

"perfect," you whispered, looking at the two little angels you had created in the colours, speckles of green poking through the thin layer of leaves where you and laurie had been lying.

"looks like they're holding hands," laurie obersved.

you hummed, "yes, it does," you looked down to your gloved hands, reaching out for laurie's rather daringly.

he foolishly tried to hide the blush that blossomed over his cheeks, leaving the two of you smiling and clutching each other's fingers tighter in quiet reassurance.

"come on, it looks as if it will rain," he nodded towards the darkening skies.

you pouted slightly, but you knew he was right, and you let him turn you away and begin to stroll back to the house.

"we'll come again tomorrow," he promised, kissing your temple softly.

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[swanimagines]

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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.

[hiatuswhore]

Timothée Chalamet Masterlist

Masterlist

Ugh, High School

Ugh, High School II

Summary: Ugh, high school. Best four years of nothing. Raging mood swings and sporadic acne. All on top of balancing mean girls, douche bag guys, and cocky jocks. Best four years? Yikes imagine peaking in high school.

T H E O D O R E L A U R E N C E

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Summary: No matter how much of a good thing Thomas Shelby may have he is his own greatest enemy. How much of a good thing will he miss out on before it’s gone altogether?

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Something For Your Mind

Something For Your Mind II

Summary: Your parents offered a simple explanation—a Fremen with the gift of prescience. A secret amongst the sand.

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Mrs. Winters

Summary: Love grows where trust is laid, and love dies where trust is betrayed.

[estelofrivendell]

rules & information

this is long overdue! i write one shots, preferences and headcanons! but before you request, i suggest going over this post :)

fandom & character list

only the lord of the rings: aragorn, legolas, boromir, faramir, éomer, frodo, sam, merry and pippin. maybe éowyn. the first three are who i call my prime characters since i know them the best. others, i’ll still be willing to write but requests for those may take longer.

crucial things to know:

i only write for f/m. i gave this a lot of thought and concluded that it’s really not my place to write m/m or f/f seeing as i cannot do it justice.

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[imkittyjustkitty]

ㅤㅤㅤthere's a hole in my dress, dear meg

ㅤㅤ vaguely meg march x reader + brother!laurie laurence & sibling!reader

⠀"you really should be more careful," meg says as she threads the needle in and out of the fabric of your dress.

⠀it's a warm spring afternoon, you and your brother laurie have shown up at the march household unannounced. the girls aren't shocked at this point, you and laurie (honestly mostly him) have built a habit of showing up with little to no forewarning, so by now they're used to it, especially since your surprise visits more often than not carry with them a fun story explaining your arrival. today, it's a rip in your dress.

⠀"to be fair, it's not my fault that there's a gaping hole in my dress," you defend yourself dramatically.

⠀you hear jo snort as she lightly kicks your shoulder from where she's sat on the couch behind you. she's sat next to meg, who asks, "then who's fault is it?"

⠀your brother sighs from where he's sat next to amy as he anticipates your jump into theatrics.

⠀and he's right, you take the opportunity and begin telling the sisters about your day and how it all led you here.

⠀the tale consists of a dramatic re-enactment of your rushed morning in which you thought your brother had gone missing which led to you frantically searching the house for him. and then in your rush a thread from your dress had gotten caught on a loose splinter on a cupboard...

⠀"however!" you pause the hand-waving in favour for a very serious and dramatic look at your audience, "this was not when the hole ripped in my dress, it was merely the catalyst that would lead to such horrors."

⠀you get a response that ranges from amused laughs to playfully annoyed eye-rolls, but you focus on the reactions of amusement and take them as encouragement to continue the unnecessarily dramatic story.

⠀you then go on to explain how after finding laurie just outside the house and telling him off for scaring you, you had decided you wanted to climb a tree.

⠀"laurie said it was a terrible idea, but he doesnt know how to have fun!" you laugh, "so of course i did not listen to him."

⠀you lean down from you upright stance, progressively lowering your voice as you say, "and so i climbed the tree, higher and higher and higher and..."

⠀you suddenly make a loud explosion sound and jump dramatically, "boom! i fell!"

⠀you take a moment to look at everyone's reactions, jo looks bemused but trying not to laugh, amy and beth aren't shocked but they still look it, while meg and laurie of course saw this coming, but meg looks a bit more disappointed than your brother.

⠀"and so," you plop yourself back on the floor near meg and jo, "that is the story of how i ripped a hole in my dress, and possibly my spine."

⠀meg shakes her head as her attention draws her back to finishing sewing your dress back up, "you need to be more careful."

⠀you just grin up at her, "probably"

[amnesique]

she's not you — amy march & laurie laurence

(modern au)

pairing : amy march x laurie laurence

summary : after a few good years after breaking up with his ex-girlfriend (amy), laurie comes face to face with the past when he sees her at a table in the cafe where he was having lunch during his lunch break.

maybe marrying one of his employees, after inheriting the family company, was not the best choice that theodore 'laurie' laurence ever made in his life. because now, after barely three years of being married with her, they were on the verge of a divorce because of his wife's excessive jealousy, and he had enough of seeing her at home and hearing her yell at him. there was no need to also see her or hear at his workplace. and he would have given her days off, but the woman would have realized and his situation would have worsened.

so he ended up having his lunch at the cafe, the only place where he would have some peace.

what he didn't know is that his peace would not last very long because behind him, a few tables away, was amy, his ex-girlfriend and his first love.

the girl he once knew, because she was still very young when they had been together, had become a strong woman and a fantastic painter. the latter being due to her husband, fred vaughn, who was a very well-known businessman who had helped her become known in the field. not that it mattered much now. what mattered was that she was there, in the same room with him, with a sketchbook in her arms, making a quick portrait of laurie, without having recognized him.

after hastening to finish the portrait as quickly as she could, because she feared that he would leave and the portrait would remain unfinished, she got up from the table and headed towards his table. when she arrived at his table and recognized his face, she thought she would die of happiness.

laurie was not only the first boy he loved, but he was also a very present person from her childhood. because they used to be neighbors and thanks to him being friends with her older sister, amy saw him very often. he always made her feel happy.

"laurie!" she called his name excitedly, not too loudly though, so as not to draw too much attention to them.

being amazed at how quickly he recognized her voice, he looked up at her and when he saw her, a smile spread across his face. "amy!" he answered her in the same way, making her smile even harder.

still excited, amy let her sketchbook on the table and sat on the seat in front of him.

"tell me, what else is new in your life?" she put a hand under her chin and her eyes shone when she looked at him.

he shrugged, feeling his joy disappear when she mentioned his life, but not to spoil her mood, he changed the subject when his eyes fell on the portrait. "is that me?"

she laughed a little awkwardly and wanted to cover the sketch with her hand but he was faster and took her sketchbook from the table, analyzing it.

he pretended to analyze her technique, although he didn't know much about painting or drawing in general. "is it just me or has your technique improved considerably?" he asked her, tracing with his finger the lines she had drawn, when in fact he was remembering the other portraits he had received from her. but he couldn't tell her that. he would have felt guilty for bringing up the past and would not want to confuse her from the path she had, even if he did not know it. they no longer kept in touch as they had done before.

"i guess you could say so." she replied, fiddling with the wedding ring on her finger, as usual.

as he dropped the portrait, his eyes fell on the wedding ring. was she married? why didn't he know that?

"who's the lucky guy?" he couldn't help but ask her, trying to look nonchalant as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and his gaze darting up and down. at her face. at her wedding ring. and so on.

she smiled. he didn't think it would affect him. only a few years had passed. years in which she had heard that he had married, although, now that she had also glanced at the ring finger, she had not noticed any wedding ring.

was he divorced?

"actually, it's really ironic." she said, gesturing with her hands in the air and reaching across the table to recover her sketchbook. he looked at her perplexed, raising an eyebrow, so she continued. "it's fred vaughn. he used to be your friend." she smiled, but he clenched his jaw just barely perceptibly. "actually, as far as i remember you were the one who introduced them to us. am i right?"

she was referring to the picnic she, her sisters, laurie and fred's siblings had a few years ago. and he knew it. only that he preferred to pretend that he didn't.

"it is very possible. however, i do not remember." he could have been an actor because he could lie shamelessly. "a few years ago we had a dispute between our families and since then we haven't kept in touch, but i suppose you know that, don't you?" he challenged her, still looking at her. this time he didn't lie.

"um, yes, he had mentioned something about that." she answered simply, continuing to twirl the wedding ring on her finger. "but you?" now it was her turn to be attentive to him. "i heard that you are married. how is your wife?"

she's not you, he wished he could say. but no matter how much he regretted the day he had introduced her to fred, amy seemed happy with the choices she had made. in the end, that's what matters. isn't that right?

"um," he cleared his throat and dropped his arms by his side, shifting his position in the chair. "we're about to get divorced."

her mood had changed. she felt guilty for asking such a question. she shouldn't have interfered in his life. they were not so close anymore.

"sorry. i didn't know." she hurried to apologize and to seemed preoccupied with the sketchbook, to close it.

"it's ok, you had nowhere to hear that." he replied, giving her a weak smile. "now if you'll excuse me," he began as he stood up and arranged his suit on himself. "i should probably go back to work."

she also got up and put her things back in her bag, at which point he allowed himself to analyze her body, until her gaze landed on him. "no, no, you're right. i should go too." she said, looking anywhere but him. she still felt guilty.

he noticed that she felt guilty, and taking advantage of the fact that he wanted to touch her, he took her hand in his and planted a kiss on her. a simple gesture of politeness that could have gone unnoticed by those around and even by her. "don't feel bad amy, you didn't ask anything wrong." he let go of her hand with difficulty, but he made sure that his facial expression was sincere.

"i'm so glad that i got to see you again." she told him dreamily.

he knew that she didn't mean it in the same way that he meant it, but he couldn't refrain from still saying it. "me too. you have no idea."

she approved with a smile, and arranging her bag on her shoulder and heading for the door to leave, she addressed him for the last time that day. "i'll see you another time, laurie."

she had walked through the door until he answered her, continuing to look in her direction, with a stab in his soul. "i'll see you another time, amy."

he knew what he had to do.

so he turned on his phone as he went back into his car. and once he got to the car and the phone was back on, he called his wife.

"hi, gina, we have to talk. i'll be back at the office in a few minutes."

and with that, until she starts contradicting him again, he hung up and started the car.

there was no point in staying in a marriage if the feelings no longer existed. not that they could exist and be stronger than the ones he had for amy. that was clearly impossible.

in a short time he would be single and he would regret it for the rest of his life that he lost the only woman he ever loved. he lost her to fred.

fred vaughn, ladies and gentlemen!

[cowboycannibalism]

one of the things that annoys me so bad right now is seeing letterboxd reviews about Lisa Frankenstein being like "she's such a horrible character", "those people didn't deserve to be killed" blah blah blah

SHUT UP

it's a horror romance!! a girl keeps a reanimated dead guy in her closet and falls in love with him! what did you think was going to happen? it's SUPPOSED to be fucked up and weird and that's part of its charm. quit being boring, let female characters (esp in horror) be messy and chaotic and morally gray.

[fragileheartbeats]

Timmy gifs that make me fall for him all over again 🥺🖤

I really should start writing for him...

[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.

[chalametluvrz]

dating timothee chalamet

timothee x afab!reader (mainly gn! expect on nsfw bits)

towards the start of the relationship, i think he'd be pretty anxious

he'd often find himself messing around with his hands a lot on dates

or stumbling over his words a little too much with a small giggle

if you've ever seen old interviews of him when he was younger. you know the ones where he gets all shy and giggly? that's exactly how i envision him to be with you

after some time, that's slowly replaced with his hyperactive ass

and let me tell you, boy never shuts the fuck up that's not a bad thing

because of his schedule, he rarely gets to see you in person

so whenever he does, he just has so much to tell you and so much to talk about that he just ends up coming out with a cluster-fuck of words

he always tries to facetime you at least a couple times a week

and let me tell you, the call will always start with him saying 'oh, i missed your pretty face' or 'seeing you has made my day'

boy is madly in love

and even though he hasn't said it yet, it's fairly obvious he's not hiding anything

he's the kind of person to want to keep your relationship on the down low

because if you're also famous, he wouldn't want to cause any issues or drama through tabloids

and if you aren't, he'd feel awful dragging you into the world of hollywood

eventually though, as most celeb relationships do, you got found out

someone caught you out on your 6 months anniversary

and that was it; twitter was going mental

timothee soon figured out that he probably had to say something

but honestly, he was kind of relieved he didn't have to hide you anymore

the morning you two woke up and saw yourselves going viral on twitter, there was a bit of a mad scramble between the two of you

before eventually, timothee chilled out

'but now i don't need to hide we're together, anymore. i can let the world know you're mine.' he'd say to your confusion at his relaxed state

cute but also now all of timmy's fans are stalking your instagram

cooking meals together!!!

i have a feeling timothee's love languages are more tailored towards physical touch and acts of service tell me im wrong

so cooking together is such a beautiful thing for him

as much as timothee loves taking you out, i think he'd much prefer to cook a fancy pasta dish together with wine over that any day

he also strikes me as a cosy movie date guy

but honestly, it more than likely turns into something else

don't fight me on his, he's a horny guy

like bro would get a hard-on just snuggling with you

when you first started dating, he'd get all shy about it

he'd apologise frantically and his face would be redder than ever

after dating for some time, he'd be less phased

unless you showed and expressed discomfort with it of course

after the shock of you dating slowly weaved out of the fans

timothee would definitely start posting you on his instagram

he just needed the world to know how obsessed he is with you

arguments are rare

extremely rare

they usually only happen when timothee is stressed

feelings get heated and you end up making some snippy comments at each other before one of you gets up and leaves the room

after you've both had time to cool down, you're both mature enough to talk it out and apologise for whatever each of you or one of you has done

communication is a big thing for timmy, so i think arguments are heavily avoided because he encourages you to come to him about anything

any concerns, rants and problems you have, he wants to know

he's a flirter, let me tell you that thankfully not with others

always dazzling you with compliments

you're in the crowd at a press tour? he's staring, smirking and winking at you the whole time

you're supporting him whilst he's on set? the man can't take his eyes off you and is coming to hold you the second the shot is taken

you're on facetime? every odd sentence is him saying some suggestive comment or simply how stunning you are

the man cannot get enough of you

going back to the horny thing...

he has a high sex drive

there's absolutely no doubt about it

he is a giver!!! the man aims to please!!!

could eat you out for days

i've already made a headcanon about him eating you out so i will be brief BUT!!!

he's messy!!! the wetter the better!!!

will overstimulate you with hid tongue any day

and then make sure you cum on his cock as well

you know what they say about tall, skinny boys? wink wink

i'd say he's a good 7 inches, 7 1/2 at a push

he knows how to please you, and he's eager to learn what makes you tick

even though he's mainly a dom, i can see him being a sub at times

only on rare assurances though

being his date to things like the met gala, oscars etc

after being open about your relationship, he couldn't wait to take you everywhere and anywhere with him

loves it when you wear his clothes

but i feel like all boys do?

especially when he's away, opening up a facetime call to see you sat there in one of his t-shirts. he actually thinks his heart might implode.

this boy will actually love you with his whole heart

the cutest, softest and proudest boyfriend around fr

[pitchsidestories]

Just a little crush II Kim Little x Beattie!Reader

masterlist I word count: 3192

a/n: sorry, It's a lengthy one, but we hope you still enjoy it. ❤️

“Lee, who’s that girl talking to Jen?”, Kim Little asked Arsenal’s vice-captain while licking her lips nervously. They and some other family and friends gathered for a party to send Jen Beattie off who was going to California to join Bay FC.

There was something about that young woman standing next to her friend which was making her feel and think things the midfielder never did before, but she didn’t want to dwell on them any further as it would lead to much more questions and less clear answers.

Amused Leah Williamson raised her eyebrows:” Oh Kimmy, you don’t recognize her? It’s Jennis baby sister, she’s fresh out of Edinburgh University!”

“That’s not Jen’s sister! She looked so much younger last time.”, the Scottish woman shook her head in disbelief.

Still smiling the England captain replied: “Yes, it’s, she’s 25 now.”

“Oh wow.”, Kim muttered.

Noisily Beth Mead took part in their conversation:” Who are you two gossiping about? I want to know.”

“Jens little sis.”, Leah answered with a smug smile on her face.

“She turned into a real beauty, right?”, the blonde forward winked watching Kim turning red.

Much to her dismay the defender noticed it:” think our captain would agree with you.”

“Stop it.. I’m not.”, Kim explained slightly embarrassed.

“Having a little crush?”, Beth teased her teammate grinning.

Tuning in Steph Catley chirmed:” Oh Kim, that’s so cute.”

“I don’t have a crush.”, their captain disagreed. She felt relived when Jen came along distracting from the gossiping football players.

“Hi guys, remember my little sister?”, the tall Scottish defender asked.

Cheerful you greeted them:” Hi, everyone.”

“Hello great to see you again. Even though the reason is kind of sad.”, Beth responded with a sad smile.

Empathetically you nodded:” No, I agree but shamefully can’t wait to visit her soon in Cali.”

“You all act like I’m disappearing forever.”, your big sister laughed. Even though you knew the farewell felt equally as bittersweet to her.

Quickly Lia Wälti hugged her: “We can’t help how we’re feeling, Jen. It’s a big loss for us and a big win for Bay FC.”

“You girls are the sweetest.”, Jen whispered, she was so grateful for the friendships she made during her time at Arsenal.

Big eyed Steph Catley responded:” I’ll miss my favourite neighbour.”

“I’ll miss living next to you too, Steph.”, the defender answered truthfully.

This was the moment you found the time to talk to Kim directly to express your gratitude towards her:” Thanks for letting me stay at your place for a few weeks, Kim.”

“You’re welcome. Now that your sister can’t let you stay anymore.”, the older woman waved it off.

“I really appreciate it.”

With a small smile the midfielder told you in a reassuring tone:” You can stay as long as you want. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m sure you’ll have a great time together.”, Jen intervened confidently.

You gave your sister a nod: “I’m sure we’ll.“

As the evening progressed, the atmosphere became more and more relaxed. You felt right at home with your sisters teammates who happily shared stories about Jen with and made sure your glass was never empty.

It was only after midnight that Kim appeared right in front of you, reaching out a hand towards you: “Come, I’ll get you home.“

“Now?“, you asked, surprised by how drunk you sounded already.

Kim just raised an eyebrow but did not comment on it: “Yes, it’s late.“

“Bye, Jen!“, you shouted across the room to your sister while Kim helped you into your coat.

With one swift motion, Jen came over and pulled you into a tight hug: “Bye, you two.“

Luckily, the way home in Kims car was short. You were by sleep and found it difficult to keep your eyes open. Once Kim led you into the guest room of her apartment, you let yourself fall onto the bed with a relieved sigh. Kims dog curled into a ball at your feet.

“This is really cozy.“, you mumbled, burying your face into the soft pillows.

Kim watched you from the doorway: “Glad you feel at home here.“

“Good night, Kim.“

The corners of her mouth quirked up as she closed the door behind her and you fell into a dreamless sleep.

You woke up early the next morning and decided to make coffee for yourself and Kim. The coffee was just done brewing as Kim came back from walking her dog. Beaming, you handed her a mug: “Morning, this one is for you.“

She gave you a surprised look first but then took the coffee from you: “Oh. Thank you.“

“You’re welcome. Also I hope I didn’t say anything weird when we went home last night.“, you said as you sat down at the kitchen table together. You took a sip of coffee to hide your reddening cheeks behind the cup.

“No. Like what?“, Kim asked inquiringly.

You decidedly ignored her question and only reacted to the first part: “Oh good.“

“You almost immediately fell asleep.“, she explained plainly.

Changing the topic, you suggested: “Do you like Pizza? When I’m done with my interview, I could get some on the way back.“

Finally, a small smile appeared on the football players face: “Sure, why not?“

“Okay, great.“

With a glance toward the kitchen clock, Kim announced: “I have to leave for training now. So, see you later?“

“Yes, see you.“, you smiled at her.

Just before Kim walked out, she paused for a moment: “Oh, wait.“

“Uhm, yes?“, you patiently looked at her as she walked back into the kitchen.

“I forgot to give you the keys.“, she said, carefully tossing them in you direction.

You caught them with a grin: “Right. Thank you, Kim.“

“See you later. Good luck with your interview.”, Kim replied.

You were almost at the door when you turned around to face her beaming with hopefulness: “Thanks. Have fun in training!”

During training Kim warmed up with Cloé Lacasse. The Canadian striker asked her curiously:” So you got yourself a roommate, Kim?”

“I was more or less assigned a roommate, Cloé. She was supposed to stay with Jen, but she decided to leave us.”, the Arsenal captain explained with a deep sigh.

With a mischievous smile on her lips Leah came to a stop right next to the older women: “The most important part is though that Kim has a Girl crush on said roommate.”

Annoyed by her comment Kim rolled her eyes at the defender:” I don’t have a girl crush, Leah.”

“Kim is straight too.”, the Canadian forward added.

“Right.”, the Scottish midfielder nodded. Although deep inside of her something didn’t sit right with it although it has been true for so many years at this point. Why did your presence make her question things she thought she knew about herself.

This didn’t impress Leah in the least: “You should have been there Cloé when they met at Jens Farewell Party.”

“Well, I can’t wait to hopefully meet her soon.”, Cloé answered politely.

Frustrated Kim intervened:” You guys are making a way too big deal out of it.”

“If you need to chat though we’re here for you, Kim.”, Beth offered warmly.

Stubbornly the Scottish woman shook her head: “I don’t need to chat. She’s just staring at my place.”

“Alright, just saying.”, the England forward mumbled.

“It’s not a big deal.”, her captain repeated in a serious tone which made obvious that she was done with talking for now.

Reading the signs Leah decided:” Let’s get back to training.”

Finally, Kim thought relieved as they started to move again, distracting from the whirlwind, which was currently inside of her, giving her a peace of mind for the moment.

In the early evening you returned to Kim’s place announcing cheerfully:” Hi, I got the pizza.”

“Thanks. How did your interview go?”, she wanted to know from you.

As you were setting up the table for dinner, you told her about it:” Not too bad, actually. They said my writing is promising but they asked me if I really want to stay focused on women’s football.”

Interested the Scottish woman looked up to you:” What did you say to them?”

“That I don’t want to change my focus, I love writing about women’s football and the culture surrounding it.”, you responded.

Proudly Kim remarked:” Your sister would have done the same in your position.”

“She would’ve, right?”, you asked her cautiously.

Kim nodded once with conviction: “Absolutely.“

“There’s still such a long way to go… although the recent success helped a bit.“, you thought out loud, a sad smile tugging on your lips.

“You don’t have to tell me.“, Kim replied with her gaze trained on the kitchen table.

You could sense that the football player felt a similar way about the topic. Your curiosity was piqued so you continued: “For you and Jen it must have been an amazing progress to live through.“

“Yes. We’re lucky to be part of this generation. Selling out stadiums is something that a few years ago we thought was impossible.“, she explained calmly.

You were reminded of your sisters first football games. She was not getting paid to play yet and the number of fans was ridiculously low compared to this season. You bit your lip: “Yes, I remember that too.“

“I appreciate that you want to keep focusing on womens football.“

Hearing her say that made your heart flutter for a brief moment. But you were also reminded how quickly the atmosphere had changed. You sighed and with all the enthusiasm you could muster, said: “We should eat the pizzas now before they get too cold.“

“You’re right.“

As you both sat down, taking the first slices of the pizza, you admitted: “But I do love talking about football with you.“

“We can continue at another time if you want.“, Kim suggested a little more relaxed.

“Yes, I’d like that very much.“

“Me too.“

“Great.“

Kim put her slice of pizza down and looked at you thoughtfully: “We’re playing at home on the weekend. You should come watch.“

“Yes, I’ll be there.“, you politely smiled back at her.

Kims focus had already shifted back to her pizza: “Great.“

 The stadium was starting to fill on the following Sunday while players walked out to warm up. You were engrossed in a conversation with your friend Emily who after a long time of convincing had finally agreed to come to the game with you. You completely missed that Cloe Lacasse walked out on the pitch with Kim and curiously nodded in your direction: “So that’s her?“

“Yes, that’s her.“, Kim replied, a frown on her face as she spotted you close to the field.

“Is that her girlfriend? The one who’s standing next to her?“, the Canadian wanted to know.

Kim shrugged and shook her head: “She didn’t say anything about a girlfriend.“

Still, her gaze lingered on the two of you for a little longer.

The game ended with an easy win for Arsenal. Apart from the goals of Cloe and Alessia Russo, Kim also converted a penalty. The atmosphere in the stadium after the game was great and you immediately felt at home. However, the mood between the players on the pitch was less elated.

Leah Williamson bumped her captain with her shoulder: “Kim? You’re even quieter than usual.“

“What? I’m just focused.“, the midfielder replied, pulling away from her teammate.

The younger player couldn’t ask any further as you hugged the Scottish woman and sung:” Kim, you had a fantastic game, Kim!” Seeing the England captain you added blushing:”Hi Lee.”

Smiling Leah couldn’t help but to notice the height difference between you two, you were almost as tall as Jen while your roommate was fairly small: “Our skipper was great, right?”

“Yes, she definitely was.”, with that said you let Kim down.

Much to your surprise she didn’t look happy despite the comfortable win:”Thanks.”

The midfielder didn’t say anything further instead she left the room and left you clueless. Puzzled you turned around to look at her teammate: “Well, that was a bit strange do you know what’s going on, Leah?”

“I think she’s a bit jealous.”, the blonde replied seriously.

Baffled by that you let out a shaky laugh:” Jealous? Kim?”

Leah grinned: “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because you brought your girlfriend.”, the defender replied, crossing her arms in front of her.

“My girlfriend? Emily is just a friend!”, you corrected her, shaking your head in disbelief.

Sceptical Leah rose an eyebrow at you:” Oh, is she?”

“Yes, wait, did Kim think that Em was my girlfriend?”, you questioned her.

Thoughtfully Leah responded:” Maybe.”

“I need to talk to her.”, you decided.

With an empathetic smile on her lips the blonde held you back: “Maybe not now.”

You listened to her advice, so you went back to Emily and brought her home before making your way slowly to Kim’s home. In your mind it already was yours too.

On her car ride home Jen phone called the Arsenal captain:” Hi mate, great game!”

“Thanks, Jen. How’s California?”, Kim asked her.

“It’s been really great so far., the defender sounded happily before turning more serious, but you texted that you needed to talk?”

Earnestly Kim told her: “Yes. About your sister. Did you know that she’s dating someone?”

“What? No, she’s single.”, she mumbled convinced.

“What do you mean? She brought someone to our game today?”, the midfielder frowned.

Quickly Jen explained: “Yes Emily, she’s just a friend of her, Kimmy.”

“Are you sure? They seemed close?”, Kim almost felt something like relief by her former teammates reply. Although she didn’t dare to trust the news yet.

“Kim, I’m sure of that besides Emily has a boyfriend.”, Jen chuckled.

“If you say so.”

“But you can ask my sister again. Kim are you jealous?”, the defender wanted to know from her friend.

Offended Kim scoffed at her:” Why would I be jealous? I was just wondering why she’d stay with me when she’s got a girlfriend here.”

“Now you know. I need to go to training, hope to hear from you soon, mate?” After a few goodbyes they ended the phone call and the Arsenal captain tried to focus on the drive instead of the turmoil which was inside her.

When the door closed behind Kim, you looked up from the food you were cooking. While the Arsenal players showered and debriefed at the stadium, you had hurried to get home and surprise your housemate with a freshly cooked dinner. “Kim? Hi, I started cooking…“, you greeted her.

The football player raised her eyebrows in surprise: “You’re already here?“

You nodded: “Yes, Emily had to go back to her boyfriend who has a bit of a cold. Otherwise we might have gone to a pub. Do you want a drink to celebrate the win?“

“No, thanks. I usually don’t drink after games.“, Kim answered plainly, putting her bag down next to the kitchen table.

You grimaced: “Oh, right. Sorry. So water?“

“Sure. What are you cooking?“, Kim asked, looking over your shoulder at the food while you poured two glasses of water.

You smiled while handing her one of the glasses: “Some pasta dish. It’s one of the few things I can cook.“

The football player nodded impressed and smirked slightly: “That’s more than your sister can cook.“

“That’s true.“

You both sat down to enjoy your home-cooked meal, talking about the game again even though Kim kept her answers short. You took the empty plates and set them down at the sink: “I guess I’ll let you sleep now.“

“You don’t have to. I can’t sleep yet anyway.“, Kim replied to your surprise.

You slowly turned back to her, biting down a nervous smile: “Okay but you know you can just ask me on a date instead of running away and sulking after the match, right?“

Her eyes widened in shock: “Wait, what are you talking about?“

“Leah said you were jealous because of Emily and you really don’t need to be.“, you shrugged, trying to keep the nonchalance in your voice.

“I wasn’t jealous.“, she protested.

You looked back at the dishes in the sink, waiting: “Good.“

“That’s ridiculous.“

“Kim…“, you started but when you looked back to her, she had already bridged the gap between you two and pressed her lips to yours. You gasped into the kiss: “What?“

“That was a mistake. I’m sorry.“, she sighed, shaking her head in a mix of confusion and guilt.

She wanted to turn away from you but you grabbed her wrist: “No, please, do it again.“

There was an urgency in your voice that made Kim search for your eyes: “Are you sure?“

“Yes.“

“But… okay.“

She kissed you again, more patiently now. This time you could savour the taste of her lips on yours and only then you realized that she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach you. You were so charmed by this that you could not stop yourself from smiling.

As you both pulled away, you could see an uncertainty in Kims eyes. It was definitely not the kiss, you could feel that you both enjoyed it. Another thougth raced through your head: “Am I your first woman? Don’t worry, we have time. When is your next free day? Maybe we could go to a restaurant.“

“I have tomorrow off.”, she told you straight away.

A relieved sigh escaped your mouth:” Perfect, with a smirk you continued, also, you’re not a bad kisser, captain.”

“I never said I was.”, Kim laughed, you could tell some weight fell off her shoulders.

“No just saying.”, you shrugged.

The midfielder put a loose string of hair behind her ear:” Thanks.”

A month later Kim and you had a video call with your sister. The first thing you told her was that you two became a couple. “You two are dating?! You better take good care of her little sis!”, Jen warned you in a jokingly tone.

“What?! Me?!”, you huffed.

Grinning the defender nodded: “Yes, you heard me.”

“Wow.”, you ran a free hand through your hair.

Meanwhile your girlfriend seemed to have ignored that part of the conversation as she reassured Jen:” Don’t worry, I’m taking good care of your sister.”

“I can already see that.”, your big sister observed amused.

“Jen, you’re a terrible big sister.”, you teased her.

“I’m the best big sister.”, she countered quickly.

“Sure.”, you rolled your eyes at her.

“Stop it you two.”, Kim demanded in her captain voice.

Smiling Jen answered:” No, get used to it, Kimmy. You’re part of the Beattie family now.”  

“Oh yes.”, you added, while giving the midfielder a kiss on her blushing cheek.

Coming to London to move in with one of your sister’s oldest friends was one of the best things that could had happen to you.

As for Kim she never knew she could fall for a woman until you came into her life, but the midfielder was very happy to have let her change her mind about that. Turned out you were more than just a little crush.

[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.”

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚁𝚈

description: in which kyra cannot help but fall in love with the baby of the arsenal team, the 20 year old nicknamed 'cherry' was as sweet as anyone could be

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kyra cooney-cross x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: just plain cuteness, like a few kisses and curse words but mainly just fluff and mutual pining

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uta (women)

mccard: guys i've added kyra to the gc !

goonerno.1: ayy, she finally got the right sim card

y/n: leah never say ayy again

thegoat: hi kyra!

beffy: hi!

kyra: hi guys!

y/n: hi kyra! <3

kyra: hi y/n! <3

foordfiesta: awww look at them! 😩

littlescott: you all better be on you way to training!

y/n sent a photo

y/n: on our way

kyra: 🚗🚗

beffy: hmmmm 😏

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y/n pulled up to her usual space, Leah already bending down to pick up the sign which said 'cherry's space' on it as she pulled in. y/n laughed at the blonde who waved at her as she waved back.

"Thanks for driving me." Kyra repeats for what felt like the hundredth time to y/n.

"Of course!" y/n smiles, leaning over to peck Kyra's cheek before getting out and running over to Leah to hug the blonde. Kyra follows, gaping dumbly as she holds her bag with shaky hands.

"You okay Kyra?" Leah asks the girl with a smirk. Kyra nods, rubbing her arms in the November wind.

"Are you cold?" y/n asks worriedly before tugging her jacket off and wrapping it around the Australian.

"I'm fine." Kyra promises but a raised brow from y/n has her blushing and shutting up.

"Ayy, cherry!" An Irish voice calls out, y/n suddenly being hoisted over Katie's shoulder as she carried her inside, Kyra watches with a laugh as Leah picks up y/n's discarded bag.

Caitlin follows Katie inside, shrieking when Kyra launched herself onto her back, groaning as the twenty-one year old clung onto her with a cheeky grin.

"I've brought her!" Katie yells as she kicks open the door and places y/n down, the girls in the locker room laughing as y/n spins and sends a wave.

"Bag." Leah warns as y/n moves to her locker.

"Oh, thanks Leah!" y/n grins, kissing the blonde on the cheek as Kyra follows her to their lockers, which happened to be next to each other.

The two changed quickly, talking and giggling as they did so, the team around them sending them knowing looks as y/n finally sat on the bench waiting for Kyra.

"Here!" y/n chimes, moving Kyra's foot onto her lap and tying the laces, before tapping the other thigh.

Kyra flushes pink, switching her feet to let y/n tie the other lace and once she has removes her foot all together from her lap. Caitlin watches from the doorway a smirk on her face.

"Thanks." Kyra smiles, y/n grins kissing her cheek before running over to Katie who wraps and arm around her shoulders and tugs her outside.

"Awww, kywa got a cwush." Caitlin teases as Kyra rolls her eyes and shoves her into the lockers. "Oi!" Caitlin yells, chasing after Kyra who runs away.

Katie and y/n turn to see Kyra waiting behind the tunnel as as Caitlin comes out, shouting her name, Kyra sticks her foot out, grinning widely as she watches Caitlin sprawl on the floor.

"Enjoy your trip!" Kyra calls before Caitlin scrambles up. "Uh oh." She realises before screeching and running from her angry friend.

Kyra moved quickly, barrelling into y/n who gasped as they sprawled out along the floor. y/n groaned as Leah stormed over, her and Steph gripping Kyra under the arms and pulling her to her feet.

"Careful!" Steph chides Kyra as Katie helps y/n onto her feet, the player wincing as she presses a hand to her ribs.

"y/n I'm so sorry." Kyra says but y/n just smiles at her kindly as she reassures her that it was okay.

"No it is not, we know how easily she gets injured." Leah chides. Katie moves and picks y/n up, the girl laughing and clinging to her like a koala, running her away from Kyra who pouts.

"Come on kid." Leah sighs, pulling Kyra into a walk to join the group.

The group finally start training, going through their stretches and runs up and down the pitch, warming their bodies up to get into a solid training session.

They are told to pair up and Kyra slides next to y/n, the two sharing a grin before Caitlin and Katie appear either side of them.

"Kyra, you're with Caitlin, Cherry you're with me." Katie warns.

"Aw. Okay!" y/n shrugs, taking Katie's hand and pulling here to get a ball.

"How'd you get stuck with me?" Kyra asked Caitlin who had glared at Katie.

"We played rock, paper, scissors." Caitlin huffed and Kyra sighed, looking over at y/n one more time, but the girl was too focused on the drill she was doing with Katie.

Caitlin and Kyra usually fought like sisters, Kyra was nothing short of complete chaos and it did Caitlin's head in to the upmost. However, Caitlin watched her younger teammate watch y/n.

The way her entire body had tensed while she watched her, arms floppy in front of her like she was mimicking a T-Rex. Her eyes glued tightly to y/n.

"You really like her, huh kid?" Caitlin asks Kyra who looks over at her with a defeated sigh.

"She's like my best friend. But she's so pretty." Kyra admits softly and Caitlin sighs, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her away.

"Come on, lets go kick some balls." Caitlin says and Kyra hums.

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Eventually training came to a stop for lunch, the group of footballers all piling in to the cafeteria. Kyra looked around, trying to catch a wisp of y/n's hair as she grabbed her lunch.

"Kyra!" y/n called, already sat with Beth and Viv, she gestured the girl over and Kyra bounded, almost leaping into the seat next to her.

"Hey." Kyra breathed with a smile.

"Hi." y/n smiled. "I got you some strawberries, there weren't any left after this." She adds and Kyra flushes pink once again.

"Thanks Cherry." Kyra smiles, y/n flushing at the nickname.

Beth and Viv share an exasperated look, almost in shock of how oblivious the two idiots were as the continue to talk and giggle with one another.

As they ate, y/n found her ankle hooked around Kyra's, the girl's arm wrapped around her shoulder as she ate her strawberries with the other hand.

The four on the table were discussing Beth and Viv's new puppy, happily chatting away, unaware of the amount of team-members that were snapping photos of Kyra and y/n.

y/n's head leaned onto Kyra's shoulder as she continued to talk to Beth, Kyra's sweet smell infected y/n and she couldn't help but sink closer into Kyra's side.

"Comfy?" A voice asks, and suddenly Kyra and y/n are pulled apart, Leah pushing herself between the two and wrapping an arm around both of their shoulders.

"Yeah I was." y/n pouted, Kyra however rolled her eyes and pushed her elbow into Leah's side, the blonde yelping before turning to y/n.

"Come on munchkin, let's get to the gym for strength training." Leah says to y/n who nods and the two get up as Kyra watches.

"What did I do wrong?" Kyra asks Beth and Viv who both sigh.

"Leah is just protective of Cherry, has been for years." Viv explains kindly to Kyra.

"They grew up together, from the same place, trained together, and when Cherry made her first debut 4 years ago, take a wild guess who calmed her down from her panic attack." Beth says and Kyra sighs.

"It'll be fine." Viv promises Kyra. "Don't worry..." She begins.

"Be happy." Beth sings, interrupting her as she and Kyra start singing said song, both pointing at Viv to finish the chorus for them.

"I don't like it." Viv states, before getting up and walking off, leaving Beth and Kyra to finish the chorus together.

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uta (women)

foordka: everyone who wants to know, the shrieking cats are beth and kyra who are running down the corridor screaming 'don't worry be happy'. 👍

goonerno.1: wondered what it was!

y/n: it is very off key 🫣

kyra: how dare you! we sound beautiful

y/n: you are beatiful - text deleted

y/n: keep dreaming CC 😙

beffy: OI CHERRY

y/n: see if Jen's guitar can save you

beattiejuice: it cannot

littlescott: if the SIX OF YOU are not in the gym in ONE MINUTE you will be doing bulgarian squats for twenty minutes

beffy: OMW!

kyra: please no, please

mccard: jesus - keep ya hair on we're coming

y/n: i don't understand how I read Katie's texts in her voice 🤨

foordka: because she's got an annoying voice!

mccard: OI

y/n: HAHAHAHHA 🤣

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Once the gym session had finished and everyone was showered and ready to go home, Kyra had looked across at y/n hopefully, the girl not having seen y/n much in the past few hours due to Leah keeping y/n protectively close.

"Do you wanna come round for dinner tonight, munchkin?" Leah asks y/n who was trying to pull on a jumper.

"Um." y/n says, stuck in her sweater.

Kyra giggles and leans over, pulling the jumper over the red sports bra y/n had on and the girl grinned in thanks, Kyra sending her a smile back.

"I can't tonight, sorry Lee!" y/n smiles and Leah huffs. "I promised Kyra we'd have a movie night, we've already postponed twice." She adds.

"No junk food and not too many sweets, you have a game tomorrow." Kim calls. "Early night." She adds.

"Okay Kimmy!" y/n calls before Leah sighs and kisses y/n on the forehead.

"Okay, have fun." Leah says and y/n grins, yelling out a goodbye to everyone before grabbing Kyra's wrist and tugging her out of the room, Kyra yelping in shock.

Leah watches them go with narrowed eyes, arms folded as Kim comes over and pats her on the back, sending her a pointed look which made the blonde defender huff.

"I don't like it." Leah denies.

"Kyra's a good kid, and they are cute together." Kim chides.

"Still don't like it." Leah mutters.

In the car park, y/n and Kyra were now in her car, Kyra fixing on some music as y/n slowly pulled out the two driving toward their usual coffee spot which they went to.

"Sorry to take you from Leah." Kyra said sheepishly and y/n shrugs.

"I don't mind Ky, I spend two nights with her anyway." y/n giggles. "Besides, I like spending time with you." She adds, pink heating her cheeks up.

"I like spending time with you too." Kyra says quietly, smiling softly as y/n pulls up in the parking space. The two get out heading into the coffee shop to order their drinks which are quickly given to them.

"Smile!" y/n calls, taking a photo of Kyra sat on the bench, she glares and whips out her own phone, y/n screeching as she tries to hide her face. "Stop, stop!" y/n calls, almost beggingly.

"Why?" Kyra asks. "I think you beautiful." She adds as she pockets her phone and y/n looks up at her. "Not as beautiful as me of course." Kyra hums and y/n laughs, moving over to shove her.

"Dork." y/n laughs and Kyra smiles, y/n's laugh making her feel like mush. "Come on, let's go get our snacks. I've got our chicken pasta ingredients already." She hums.

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The two had started movie nights a few months ago, making them a weekly thing after Kyra joined and y/n did her best to make her welcome.

The two had seen a creamy, chicken and spinach tagliatelle meal and made it that evening, the two making it every week together there after.

The plates now sat on the side, the two having completely licked them clean, and they sat close together, oversized hoodies on as they watched Friday Night Dinner, a TV show Kyra had found a lot of humour in.

y/n moved under the blanket, pushing herself closer to Kyra and onto the girl's shoulder, Kyra let out a breath and wrapped an arm around her pulling her closer.

"You're so warm." y/n hummed, as if she was a purring cat. Kyra giggled and lent back against the sofa arm, pulling y/n with her so the two were happily cuddling on the sofa.

"I really like this." Kyra said after a moment. y/n slides up slightly, so she could see her face, trying to decipher the words.

"Me too." She tells the Australian who watches her.

"I really like you." Kyra says after another moment. "Really like you." She adds and y/n smiles shyly.

"Really?" She asks and Kyra nods. "I really like you to." y/n hums, her fingers tucking a strand of Kyra's hair behind her ear. "Really like you." She adds.

Kyra grins, her eyes shining excitedly as she suddenly races forward, her forehead slightly bumping y/n's as she kissed her. y/n gasped, not expecting it but quickly sunk into the kiss. Ignoring the head bump from Kyra's enthusiasm.

The two held their lips together, hearts both beating nervously as they did so, their hands found each other and they held on tightly, pulling each other closer.

Kyra hummed happily into the kiss, having been waiting for it the moment she met y/n, and when they finally pulled away, Kyra couldn't help but run her fingers over y/n's lips.

"Cherry lip balm." Kyra whispers, y/n giggling softly.

"Thought it was appropriate when I first bought it." She admits and Kyra smiles, before gasping.

"Leah's going to kill me." She realises.

"Maybe." A voice says and the two turn to see Leah, spare key in hand and y/n's kit bag in the other.

"Oh shit." Kyra says.

"Definitely." Leah then says and Kyra screeches before throwing y/n back onto the sofa and sprinting toward her room.

"Leah no!" y/n tries but the blonde has already run after her.

"You break her I break you!"

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uta (women) foordka: NO FUCKING WAY 😭😭😭

mccard: I CANNOT BELIEVE IT 😭

littlescott: so happy for you two trouble makers 😌

beffy: literally crying - i was so sick of the pining

thegoat: proud of you both!

beattiejuice: cuteeeeee!!! 😍😍

angelotte: aren't you two the sweetest

y/n: thank you all - however we won't be if leah keeps trying to kill her 😞

beffy: WHAT

mccard: hell no - I've waited too fookin long for this

foordka: we're on our way

catlady - but she has a dog: I'm already here 😎

y/n: i texted steph first - and she got here in fuckin moments it was crazy

littlescott: i'm omw too!

y/n just sent a photo

y/n: please come quick

thegoat: i'm going to bed...

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private message from goonerno.1

goonerno.1: you're such a snitch

y/n: ...

goonerno.1: if she upsets you - if she even annoys you - you come to me okay?

y/n: love you lee xx

goonerno.1: love you too kiddo x

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