jo’s minecraft gf :)

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jo march x reader

slight slight angst

“We need to stop. This is wrong-” I moved out of her grasp and sat up, swinging my legs to the floor. Getting ready to leave the girl’s bed, trying to escape any chance of being caught in an intimate manner. Light was quickly disappearing through the room, the night would be here soon.

“We’re alright, my sweet. No one knows.” The blue eyed girl grabbed my hand, hoping to stop me. She moved from her previous position and crawled over to me, her feet hit the ground by mine. She grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to her, and with no hesitation I rested my head on her shoulder. We both knew we were playing with fire, but only one of us was scared to get burned.

I didn’t want to leave her. I never wanted to leave her. I wish I could stay in her arms always, sleeping in until midday, waking up next to her. But like every other time we would be romantic in any way, shape, or form, I would still run away. Like a fearful young rabbit that’s seen a wolf for the first time. But always coming back. She was the home I had wanted. We both know what could happen, but my attraction for her could never dwindle.

“Stay with me.” Jo’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. My head moved off her shoulder as she adjusted to face me. Her legs now up on the bed, crossed over themselves. “(Y/N), dear. You run off every night, just stay. Please.” She was begging you to stay with her, she wanted to fall asleep with you in her arms, just as much as you wanted to be held by her.

I shifted onto my knees facing her, looking into her eyes for the correct answer to her request. She reached her hand up to my cheek and strokes it softly. I lean into her touch and she stops, allowing her hand to rest against me. I move into her lap and go back to resting my head on her shoulder. Wrapping her arms around me, I close my eyes and listen to her exhale.

“I love you,” I finally whisper to her, kissing her neck as I feel her grip around me tighten. “I want to stay, I really do. I-I’m just petrified at the thought of you being taken away from me.” Jo pulled me away from her neck and put her fingers underneath my chin.

“My sweet girl, no one can take you away from me. You’re mine and nothing will change that.” She smiled at me, melting my fears as she leaned in for a kiss. “Stay with me. Please (Y/N).” She murmured between kisses. “If you stay, you can wear one of my nightgowns, and I can hold you all night, and I’ll play with your hair while I read you stories. I can-”

“Jo, dear. I’ll stay.” I cut her off. I know her, she’d go on for days if I wouldn’t stop her. Even though I was worried, I did want to feel normal for a night. Not wanting to feel like our love was wrong. I leaned in for another kiss, feeling her lips against mine bringing me true bliss.

I slid out of Jo’s grasp and started to undo the buttons on my blouse. “You said I can wear your nightdress, Jo March. Better go fetch that.” I teased. We both knew the true reason I wanted to wear it was to mask my scent with hers. I wanted to be as close to like the girl who smelt like all the pine forests we had explored so many times before.

Jo crawled out of her bed and went towards a dark oak dresser, crouched down, and retrieved two white nightgowns. “Of course, my sweet.” Jo handed you one of the dresses and started unbuttoning her shirt to change.

The two of us dressed in silence, folding up our day clothes for later. I turned back to face her. She grinned at me and held out a hand, a soundless request for me to come over. I quickly grabbed her hand and went to sit back in her lap, letting my lips meet hers once more, before resting my forehead against hers.

“(Y/N), imagine if every night I could have you to myself.” I knew her tone, it was the one she’d use when talking to a stray cat, or even more often, the one she’d use when talking about how she wanted our futures to stay intertwined with another.

“We could always run away,” I laughed, moving my head from hers so I could look into her eyes. Jo smiled back, then pulled me into her.

“We could.” She laid down and I went with her, now lying on top of her. She snakes a hand around my back while her other found it’s way into my hair. I felt her hand on my back lightly move, rubbing my back. I snuggled into Jo even more, managing to wrap one leg around hers even in the nightgown.

“Dear?” I said softly. Jo didn’t say anything, but made a noise for me to continue. “If no one suspects anything after tonight, I think you might have to get used to this.”

A/N: feedback is appreciated!

taglist: @possumpaws    @my-morning-straightjacket (it wouldn’t let me tag you :/ )

prolouge - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

This is one of the things i continued after my writer’s block, so please show this some love :)

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MARCH HOUSE, CONCORD, MASSACHUSETTS

PRESENT DAY, JANUARY 1869

As Jo exits the house, she catches a glimpse at the Laurence house, now so empty and  sad-looking; with it’s shutters closed,it didn’t seem right with neither Laurie or Y/N in it. 

Sighing, she turns her back to it, and wanders into the forest, where she stops by the pond to see an old mailbox. Out of her skirt pocket, she takes out a key with a red ribbon and is transported to a simpler time.

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MARCH HOUSE, CONCORD, MASSACHUSETTS  

LATE JANUARY 1862

“And with this new play, written by our very own Ms. Jo March, will be shown at the Barnville Theater, and it will surpass any other piece in American history!” Meg finished, adjusting her waistcoat and tie. 

Jo stood up on a chair and said “And in it will perform the greatest actress from here to the Mississippi River, Meg March!”

Meg’s cheeks turn red as she brings out a sheet of paper. “Gentlemen, gentlemen. Weekly reports!”

All of the -girls- dressed as gentlemen in this case, groaned. 

“Meg- good. Jo- bad. Beth- very good. Amy- middling.” Meg finished, proudly. She folded the paper. 

“Now now, before our weekly session is over, I have one final decree. I propose that BOTH Laurie AND Y/N join us.” Jo said. 

“But he’s a real boy!” Amy groaned.

“Y/N could join. No boys, although. This is a club for ladies!” Meg finished. 

A/N: I am on a ROLL. feedback is appreciated!! 

prologue - part 1 - part 2 - part 3

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THE LAURENCE HOUSE LIBRARY

JANUARY 1862

Laurie stood on the couch with a knee propped up on the table. You were sitting on his knee, both of you looking out the window.  

“Sit down, you two. Getting to learn Latin is a privilege. You must learn this. I cannot afford to lose this position.” Mr. Brooke said, desperately trying to get you two to focus on the lesson at hand. 

Staring at the solid white snow, a figure appears, and you tilt your head. It was a girl. “There’s a girl out there.” You said, squinting your eyes and leaning forward.

Mr. Brooke sighs, “No. There is not a girl. Back to the lesson, Y/N.”

“No! There is a girl!” Laurie, said, hopping off the couch and taking your hand, dragging you with him. He opens the window, and he stays inside while you sit on the ledge. 

“Hello there! Are you hurt?” Laurie says, now resting his forearms on the ledge.

“Mr. and Ms. Laurence, you are going to catch a cold-” Mr. Brooke started, but getting cut off. 

The little girl was sniffling. “I am Amy March!” 

“Hello there Amy, I’m Laurie.” he said, giving her a polite smile. “Greetings! I’m his sister, Y/N.” also, giving her a smile. 

“I know you two! You brought my sister home from the dance, didn’t you? I would have never sprained my ankle as she did. But now i can’t even go back home!” She said, now full-on crying, holding up her hand. 

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Amy now sat on the couch with her bandaged hand, as she looked at the art on the walls. She pointed to one on the wall with a beautiful lake and trees and flowers.

“Tell the servants I want this one purchased immediately!” Amy said, pointing a finger at it.

Laurie laughs at Amy being so confident. You came so sit next to her. “Do you like it? I painted it myself.” you finished, giving her a smile.

“I Love it-” she said. “Do you dream of opening your own art gallery? It’s lovely!!” you laughed. “Yes, that’s the ideal.”

“She’s in here!” a servant said, with Jo and Meg in a tow. Meg immediately goes to comfort Jo, and starts talking to Laurie about the situation. Jo immediately runs to you and gives you a hug. She looks around the library.

“Jo! I’ve missed you!” you said, as she was still gently holding your hand. You squeezed her hand. “I think I’ve missed you all the more! Look at all these books! Surely you mustn’t be lonely!”

jenny snA/N: reblogs/like/feedback is appreciated!

prologue - part 1 - part 2

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DINING ROOM OF THE LAURENCE HOUSEHOLD. 

CHRISTMAS DAY, 1861.

All was quiet in the formal dining room of the Laurence household as Laurie, you, your tutor Mr. John Brooke, and your grandfather served yourselves a plentiful Christmas Day dinner. 

“Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Laurence. It is very much appreciated.” John said, as he cut up his food. 

“Of Course, John.” your grandfather said, turning to look at you and your brother staring out the window. He sighed. 

“Perhaps you will be able to tutor my grandchildren in manners in addition to academics?” he finished, as he took a sip of his coffee.