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letsbenditlikebennett · 1 year

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Timing: Current Location: Downtown Rec Center With: @letsbenditlikebennett & @eldritchaccident Warnings: Parental Death mentions Summary: A local cooking class gets two very invested students.

Finding entertainment for oneself was a never ending sisyphean effort. Teddy had a thirst for knowledge and fun that would never really be quenched. No matter what they did. No matter how many hobbies they picked up, or how they filled their time. It was like an aching pit of curiosity. Calling like a siren in any and every direction. Today, it led down to the local rec center. Not the first time the demon found themselves in the concrete cube, standing side by side with a few other ‘Resters’ or whatever the hell they were supposed to call citizens of this messed up town.

Cooking.

Something that already piqued the demon’s interest (enough that it consumed them entirely some days) was enough to drag them from their houseboat. They donned their very best apron and a massive grin. Big brown eyes behind red sunglasses staring at the instructor like they were some sort of celebrity. Giddily shifting their weight from one food to the next. It didn’t actually matter if the guy was going to teach them something new or not. It was the community aspect of it.

The Joneses were more often than not either gone too soon to make any sort of attachments, or far to suspect to really ever enjoy participating alongside the others in their locale. Wicked’s Rest had been much more than the rest stop the young demon expected it to be. Two whole years already behind them, and with the way Leviathan’s business had put down roots, maybe a whole lot more ahead. It was strange. But exhilarating. Something new. Teddy had to care what they said to people because they might see them more than once. Had to take care of people who they wanted to keep around. It all had a learning curve, and they definitely messed up here and there. But they couldn’t say it wasn’t an enjoyable ride.

“What do you think is on the menu tonight?” Ted leaned down to the smaller shape at his side, a fidgety little thing almost making them look still. “Chef hasn’t said yet, but I’m hoping it’s creme brulee. Love working with fire.”

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The presence of her cousin in their home had Alex on edge in more ways than one, but the initial worry of him possibly wanting to kill her had long since passed. As much was apparent in the effort Kaden put into helping out around the home and pretending to like her less than stellar attempts at cooking. He was always trying to get her and Andy to eat better, likely out of concern, at least from what she could gauge. Kaden was far from the easiest person to get a read on, but she’d spent so much of her childhood reading people and mirroring them to convince everyone she was something she wasn't that she felt like she had a fairly good grasp on him.

Not enough of a grasp to outright ask him when his birthday was, but Alex had done a bit of snooping through his things and found out his birthday had just passed and she missed it. Putting an effort into making a nice dinner had to count for something. So she found herself at one of the free cooking classes at the local rec center. Maybe it wouldn’t be the fine French cuisine Kaden was used to getting back home, but he’d be happy to see her making something that didn’t come from a can or powder.

There was a lot of nervous energy in Alex as she fidgeted with the different cooking utensils in front of her. She hated not being good at things. That probably had something to do with the fact she never felt good enough for her parents, but that was a suitcase of emotional baggage to unpack another day. Today was about embracing learning something new and using it to make a kind gesture.

The voice next to her pulled Alex pulled her out of the loop of shuffling through measuring spoons that she’d been in and she looked up with a curious glance. “I’m hoping something French,” she answered, “So creme brulee would fit the bill… though not sure if I trust myself with fire in my own kitchen.” Kaden had made a lot of small repairs around the cabin, but she figured a burned down kitchen might be a bit much for him to fix, especially on his birthday.

“Wanted to make my cousin something for his birthday,” Alex explained, “He’s French… well, we’re both French, but he, like, actually grew up there.” Speaking French was about as close as she ever got to really connecting with her heritage, which never really bothered her all that much. “You ever been to one of these before,” she asked, hoping maybe they were more skilled at cooking than she was.

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“Ahh oui!” Teddy was smiling like it was their job. Like they were ready for a photoshoot for the cover of Demon Weekly. “French cuisine is a lot of fun. They are much more adventurous than a lot of American pallets.” Thoughtfully, they clicked their tongue against the roof of their mouth. “If you aren’t a fan of torches at home, you could always use a broiler. It’s a great tool once you master it. Mostly you gotta just pay attention to it cause it can go from golden to burnt so fast.” Problems, they figured, needed solutions. Teddy liked to offer solutions to anything they had knowledge on, which kind of gave them the air of a know-it-all sometimes. But mostly they were just excited to share. They were just as excited to be corrected as they were to give out corrections.

Especially about food. Whenever the topic of cooking came up, it was like Teddy couldn’t shut up if they tried. Which they didn’t. Because why would they? Why would you go to a cooking class and not want to chat about cooking? Didn’t make any sense at all! They were always a bit of a loquacious gadabout though, when they had the energy for it. Always searching for the next bit of joy to come from someone else, or make it themselves if they had to. After all, if you couldn’t find organic happiness out in the wild, homemade was fine.

“Oh!! A birthday! Gonna make him something special then? That’s exciting! I’ve been to France a few times. Paris is a bit overrated if you ask me but Lacoste is absolutely gorgeous no matter what time of year you go. Not as close to the ocean as I’d like it to be but– Sorry I’m being a motor mouth. I haven’t even introduced myself. I’m Teddy. And yes. Been to a few. The usual instructor is very… interesting. But a really good cook too!”

Interesting, was a fun way to say ‘secretly a two hundred year old fae who got very into the rumor that eating fae food binds you to them in some way but doesn’t usually use it for that, even if they do make a mean meal’ that owed Teddy a favor or two. Which is probably the only reason they hadn’t been kicked out of class. Somehow their bright and cheery and overly ambitious attitude didn’t always come across as infectious. “How about you? First time?”

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The amount of enthusiasm her partner in this class had was something Alex wished she could muster for… just about anything. That level of unbridled joy wasn’t something she could ever remember possessing, even as a small child. Even then, the weight of her parents’ expectations seemed crushing and now– Well, now she wasn’t too sure. It was hard to pick apart the right and wrong in how she was raised when all her feelings about her parents were clouded with grief. The blues of grief, the reds of anger, and the small yellow slivers of joy were all muddied together into a brown that she could parse through, even on a good day. The fact she couldn’t bring herself to even likely didn’t help, but even if she did, she couldn’t imagine carrying such a carefree feeling. The enthusiasm was almost contagious at least and they brought a smile to Alex’s face.

“Isn’t the American palette just like… the McDonalds menu,” Alex joked, “Which no shame, I regularly feast on cold Spaghetti-os. Just comparatively other cuisines don’t have much competition. Unless we’re throwing apple pie into the mix.” The broiler she could try to work with. Kaden had been fidgeting around with the shoddy oven and probably got it working. He was really on his Bob the Builder shit and she loved that journey for him. “Huh, that could work. May have to give it a try some time.”

While Alex wasn’t sure she had the cooking skills to back up calling anything she made special, that was in theory, the whole idea here. “Special, passable,” she shrugged, “It’s the gesture, right? And Lacoste– I’ve only been to Lyon and… well, I forget where the camp I went to was, but somewhere in France with my cousins. Cities aren’t super my vibe so I think I’d probably agree with you on Paris. And hey, no need to apologize. The enthusiasm is a whole ass vibe. I’m Alex.”

It was comforting to know that this wasn’t Teddy’s first rodeo. Alex was no Gordon Ramsey and being alongside someone who had a better idea of what they were doing would surely be helpful in the class. “Good stuff,” she responded, “First time here for me, so if I ask like 20,000 questions– well, I’d say sorry, but that’d be a lie.”

As if on cue, the instructor came in and introduced themself to the class. They told them they’d be working on a pie crust and that they would get to choose the filling. That was way too much freedom for Alex. Did she choose an American classic like Apple? That was kind of boring and Kaden wasn’t even American. He did seem to really like pie though. “Hm,” she wondered aloud, “Kinda stumped on a flavor. It’s the first birthday gift I’ve given him in like…. 15 years or something.”

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“You’d think so, right? But there’s actually a pretty interesting dynamic to it.” Teddy bounced in place, a new energy surging through them with the chance to explain something like this. “Because so many people come to America, right? And they influence and are influenced by the culture around them. It creates this sort of… Mix? Everything is a little bit of fusion, and if you give it enough time that develops into whole new cuisines! It’s amazing and–” The excitable demon was cut off mid sentence by a loud stare they happened to catch out of the corner of their eye.

Chef Spencer was standing opposite their station, arms crossed, sporting an all too familiar expression that Teddy knew meant something along the lines of “For the love of god please hush Jones. I respect you and love you, but dear lord. You are so knowledgeable and funny and hot and have such great stories that it overshadows my class.” Or something like that. Maybe just “Shut up, I’m trying to start.” But Teds liked to think it was the former.

Teddy shot a wink along with an apologetic smile over towards the teacher, who rolled his eyes and laughed under his breath. Whether it was the topic or the fact that this wasn’t the first time this had happened in this very kitchen was hard to tell.

The class started, and the very first second of acceptable chatting time that popped up, Teddy resumed the conversation like it’d never stopped. “Go with a classic. But give it a twist. Apple, but in addition to the warming spices, add just a pinch of chili powder. It deepens the complexity and gives it this whole new bite. Plus, if you add a bit of nice gruyere on top, ahh–” A chef kiss, fit for Julia Child.

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“Huh,” Alex pondered in response, “Never really thought of it like that, but if I’m being honest most of my meals are stolen cans of spaghettios and vienna sausages.” She whispered, as to not draw more attention to them after the Chef had all but told them to quiet down. Teddy was pretty excitable, but she found she didn’t mind it as much. It made her feel more at ease being in an unfamiliar place and doing something that was way outside of her skillset.

She listened closely to Chef Spencer explaining the basics of how to get started on their pie crust. Alex was wondering if maybe she should have enlisted Andy for this, but how different could it be from one of her labs at school? Not very– at least she hoped. Teddy’s input was helpful. She would have never thought of the addition of chili powder, but it sounded good. Her brow furrowed in confusion at the last part.

“Chili powder, I’m gonna try that,” Alex agreed more enthusiastically than she had expected, “But what’s gruyere? Is that some sorta Guy Fieri branded thing?” Diners and Dives was admittedly one of her favorite late night watches, but she hadn’t heard of that one. Not that she was an expert on ingredients that couldn’t be found in 7/11. “Thanks for the idea, definitely want him to love the pie.” Well, she wanted Kaden to love her– which in families was supposed to be some sort of given, but she wasn’t sure that same logic applied to a faulty werewolf kid in a family of rangers.

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“Oh but those are the best.” Teddy had probably more than their fair share of the best of Chef Boyarde. The days before a settled kitchen was a guarantee often included a canned meal or two. Shared over smiles, regardless of the situation they were in. Made Teddy wonder about their little partner in crime. Food crime? Nah, this wasn’t the place for that. Chef Spencer might say otherwise considering Ted’s proclivity for strangeness, but oh well. Alex was keeping up with Ted’s jittery joy. A rare feat, which meant she was a rare find. A wonderful addition to the metaphorical rolodex the demon kept in their mind.

What was her childhood like? Was it lots of tinned meat and overly sweet sauce because she had to, because that’s all that was around? Or was that just choice? A good choice, but y’know. Not the one most humans made. Balanced meals and all that. Teddy had a lot to ponder as they worked their hands through the flour and butter. Mixing just enough to combine, not so much that the dough wouldn’t be flaky and lovely.

“What’s Gruyere?” The demon smiled again, there wasn’t any malice to it or anything like that, no Teddy was just excited to be able to expose someone to something new. And delicious, a bonus bonus. “Oh it's cheese!” They still tried to keep their voice hushed, lest Chef Spencer have something important to share with the class. “I think it’s french, but honestly it might be Dutch or something. I’m not the most informed on ch-origins.” A pause, a toothy grin. “Cheese Origins.”

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It was nice that despite the clear passion that Teddy had for cooking, they weren’t overly judgmental about things like canned meals. There was a lot about them that made Alex curious. It was nice that they weren’t a total snob despite their clear love for all things culinary arts, but hadn’t grown out of tinned food. Not that she had either. Sure, they had a bit more money to scrap together now everyone in the household had some form of income, but it wasn’t like she and Andy could afford to go all out on every meal. Oftentimes, Alex just found the familiarity of Chef Boyardee and Velveeta comforting. She wondered if it was the same for Teddy, she wanted to ask, but at the same time, that usually meant sharing more about herself in return. And the intricacies of why she and Andy spent a good chunk of their life on the run wasn’t something she exactly delved into with… well, anyone.

Instead of voicing any of the thousands of questions running through her head, Alex donned a winning smile, and responded, “Clearly, we have a refined palette. Glad I’m taking pie-flavor advice from someone with taste.” Whether that would be up to Kaden’s tastes or not was to be determined, but she hoped that this little surprise was worth the effort as she carefully worked the flour and butter together to form a crust. Chef Spencer advised they’d want to give the dough time to chill while they prepared fillings for their pies.

The mention of fancy cheese clearly excited her new… did she daresay friend? Alex had resisted the idea of friends for a long time, but the more she opened herself up to the idea, the more she found she craved the connection. Maybe she was a monster that didn’t deserve it, but that thought was harder to hold onto when Teddy had a megawatt smile that was definitely contagious. “Fancy French cheese,” she hummed, “That’d actually be perfect. Fancy French cousin and all. You should see how long that guy spends on his hair in the morning.” She secretly hoped it wasn’t one of the extra stinky French cheeses, but she could put up with it for the sake of surprising Kaden with something nice.

A snort escaped from Alex as she made the finishing touches on her crust to give it time to chill. “Ch-orgins,” she laughed, shaking her head, “That was so cheesy.” The smirk she wore made it obvious the pun was in fact intended. It was a happy and light feeling, one she realized she didn’t want to end, which brought a sort of bittersweet feeling. She didn’t want another fleeting encounter, she wanted to be around people that made her feel like she belonged like she did in this moment. She wanted to do this again and despite the fact the idea of being rejected in an earnest moment, she asked, “Would you wanna do this again sometime? Not necessarily here, I mean, the kitchen at my cabin is small, but this is fun and you’re cool.”

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“Oh, why I must say! I am so charmed by your noticing. It is so good to share in such resplendent company.” Teddy donned a very played up and intentionally not that good British accent. One of those Down-town Abbey types or whatever. All the while adopting the mannerisms and affectations of an old rich lady who might be concerned with such things as taste. Very, very few people on this earth shared in Teddy Jones’ taste.

They’d learned that one way or another, many people were put off by how individual the demon allowed themself to be. And for all Ted cared, they could choke on it. People that mattered, they figured, would stick around regardless of the kinds of shirts Teddy liked to wear, the strange combinations of foods they liked to try, and the peculiar way of viewing things they always seemed to have.

“Eh–” Teddy returned to their normal accent, “I can brie cheddar than that.” Puns were a specialty of the demon. Patron anti-saint of portmanteaus, silly jokes, and all things punny. Alex definitely won a basket full of points by unlocking that little number. A few more in asking to hang out after Chef Spencer’s class had concluded. “Hell yeah dude, your cabin, I also have a decent kitchen on my boat. An even better one at my dad’s place, which is still basically my place too, just gotta give a heads up. You’re cool as ice cream too half-pint.”

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Normally, Alex would find the use of a fake British accent annoying at best, but something about the way Teddy used it in such a joking and dramatic fashion made it a lot more amusing. Much less grating than that one girl in her high school chemistry class that talked in a British accent for months after her trip to London. She laughed along as she worked on the filling for her pie, taking both Chef Spencer’s instructions and Ted’s inventive ideas into account to make this the best pie ever… or at least the best pie she’d ever made. Given it’d be the only pie she’d ever made and Andy probably still made better pies, but maybe that didn’t matter much if she was having a good time and doing something thoughtful for someone she cared for.

The pun sent her into another fit of giggles as Alex carefully added a little bit of chili powder to the apple mixture she was working on. “Okay, that was gouda,” she added with overemphasized awe, “Gonna need to get some crackers in here for all this cheese.” It was easy to joke with Teddy. Perhaps it was their openness and the unapologetic way they were just themself. She wondered what that was like. She felt as if she’d been apologizing for who she was for as long as she could remember. Then again, Teddy was human. What did they have to apologize for? Though she supposed she was once just that, too, and she had been filled with just as much self-doubt and overcompensating.

Her filling seemed to be coming along nicely and Alex had a feeling that Kaden might actually enjoy the pie. Better yet, Teddy was down to hang out in the future which indicated she may have successfully made a friend. Maybe Andy would stop recommending her to people who needed insoles, but that was a long shot. “You live on a boat,” she asked incredulously, “That’s fucking cool.” Did they have money or something? Usually boats were a rich people thing, but at the mention of their dad, it was clear parents in the picture usually meant more stable finances. “And that’s cool of your dad, to let you use his kitchen.” Was that a normal father thing? Her own father seemed to hate when she focused on anything that wasn’t directly related to her training, as if more practice would every make up for the fact that the ranger genes happened to skip her. “We can make it a thing. Switch it up where we go. Maybe make something your dad loves when we go over there since he’d be letting us use his kitchen and all.”

The threads of a plan had begun to tie together in a way that left Alex feeling good about this whole experience. She had to admit, she was curious to meet whoever raised Teddy. That level of easy confidence and enthusiasm made her wonder what their father was like. “First up will be that creme brulee,” she assured, “Then, who knows? The possibilities are endless.”

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As Alex caught a case of the giggles Teddy felt more and more alive with an overdeveloped sense of pride. Nothing felt better than watching someone fall into that breathless joy. If they were going to live forever, if they were going to have to watch as the world changed. Watch the faces of people they’d grown to like, get older and eventually leave him for good… Well all then all they could hope for was a few moments like this with each of them. Delightful, silly, bordering on preposterous.

“Doesn’t it just melt the stress away though?” A warm hum filled Teddy’s chest as they busied themself with their own fillings. Already well on their way to making something that Levi might like. Mango and peaches, a bit of basil and tajin. All set in an earl gray custard. Sweet and spicy, just like the old kraken itself. Papa shark would like this little one, Teddy was as sure of it as they were sure that Leviathan would like the pie they were carefully arranging. “Ahh, Crackers. Then we’ll really be putting on the Ritz.”

Each slice of fruit thin and careful, they even broke out the mandolin. An element of musically homonymous danger made any dish just that much more delicious. The ‘petals’ of fruit all spun into a central bud, making the whole pie look like a blooming rose. Teddy wasn’t much of an arteest, but they had the queer audacity to believe they were good enough to do anything they set their mind to. And in this particular case? It worked out.

Time passed, pies were in the oven and all there was left to do was wait. “You know what Chef Alex, I think that sounds grand. Creme brulee day will be crackin’.” The devilish smile softened again. Excited to add another little buddy to their growing arsenal. Wicked’s Rest was full of folks who just seemed to get it. Ted’s kind of people. It was… nice. Made it the kind of place they didn’t want to leave. Even if the thought of staying somewhere more than a decade sent shivers down their spine. “Once we’re less coated in flour, I’ll have to grab your number. For now though–” timed to a scarily accurate degree, the buzzer on the oven popped off and Teddy nudged Alex with a grin. “Bon appetit!”

#wr teddy #wr threads #threads; with teddy; pie high #parental death tw #(never been a natural all i do is try try try) ;; writing #(the moonlight's blinding) ;; season 1 writing

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Sky Castles

Pairing: Laurie x Reader, Jo x Reader

Summary: Summer has always been your favorite season in Plumfield. Perhaps it’s the lovely, sunny mornings and cool, calm nights, or perhaps it’s the fact that you and Laurie and Jo are practically inseparable in midsummer.

Follows the summers from childhood into young adulthood, with turmoils of the heart along the way.

Word count: 6.1k+

Warnings: fluff!!!!!!!!

A/N: hi, everyone. I hope you’re all staying safe and well! Right off the bat, I want to mention that I’ve pinned a post on both this blog and my main blog @sarapii-peachy about resources for the BLM movement to raise awareness and petitions you can sign to help make a difference on a smaller scale. Everything counts!

i’m back and now with a bachelor’s degree :’) class of 2020 high school and college esketit!!! we did it!!! in this historic pandemic!!! Sorry I’ve been gone for a bit, this fic has been my rocky transition/attempt out of writer’s block after my INSANE last semester of uni and with all the craziness going on in the world. I hope you can channel and take in some of this innocent happiness and childhood glee into your own lives as we navigate the shitshow that is 2020. Saoirse x Timmy x Reader here to cure me of my depression lmao

this title is also based off a chapter in the Little Women book where Laurie, Jo, and the girls go to a park and gaze at the passing clouds and talk about their futures...it’s honestly really sweet. Loosely based off of that!

Comments and feedback would be greatly appreciated on this💛! Not that you guys don’t leave love, but this fic like I mentioned is my attempt at kicking writer’s block in the ass, please let me know how I did! :) talk to me I missed you guys :)

tags: @ravenmoore14 @monikakrasnorada @dangertoozmanykids101 @toozmanykids @adawn1970 @mrchalamet-mrstyles @chavezlikesthings @loveylangdon@daygiowvibe @statisticlytimmy @ceexreverse @bamposworld @lilttletimmy @cindere-llaaa

gif credit to @sheisraging

You love New England for its rich, distinct seasons, how they each paint the countryside in eloquent sweeps of shade and hue. Snow, sun, and breathtaking landscapes of fall color that tinge the treetops throughout the year. You love Plumfield, Massachusetts more for the warmth and love the March sisters have shown you, each alike in personality, nature, to the equinoxes that have shaped your girlhood, each tender memory from your youth synonymous with Meg, Amy, Beth, and Jo.

Autumn. Cozy and comfortable, where motherly Meg showed you how to heat and dip caramel with the apples you’d carefully picked from the orchard for a rare treat, the kitchen swirling with the aroma of cinnamon, nutmeg, turmeric, and spices that left you feeling aglow. She’d taught you how to use an embroidery hoop, how to let dough rise, how to bake a proper pie and how to fix any clothing tear with a simple needle and thread, her compliments quick for your ever growing domestic talents.

Winter. Like cool, ambitious Amy with her painting and taste for luxury and pleasure, how she would praise you for being the only subject suitable for her artwork. Laurie would moan and complain about sitting for hours by the fireside, begging to be excused to go play in the snow, but never you. Amy called you her muse, arranging your hair and skirts to her liking, softening your lips and cheeks with a touch of rouge. It was always such fun to make a day out of modeling for Amy’s portraits, talking and laughing as she’d set up her paints.

Spring. Sweet and angelic like little Beth, windows wide open as her piano trills would float on the warm air, curtains ruffling in the breeze. You’d sit beside her on the piano bench and turn her sheet music for her, to which Beth would give you a shy, rosy smile in thanks. She taught you how to play Chopin and Tchaikovsky, duet pieces where you’d accompany her on the keys, harmonizing with chords and your fingers flying easily together.

Summer. Your favorite season, refreshing, bright, where you and Jo would spend balmy days and long, cool evenings tucked beneath the shade of tree trunks and willows as you’d read in the sun, listen to Jo’s carefully crafted stories. Her creativity and imagination never failed to amaze you, how her writing could transport you to the farthest countries, or keep you grounded in whatever fantastical setting she’d constructed for herself. She’d often write about the two of you; two young girls, best friends who’d have all sorts of dazzling adventures exploring the corners of the world, without the taxing responsibilities of chores, or schoolwork, or the foreboding, inevitable reality that one day you will be young adults and childhood would be gone forever. You’d have picnics and excursions to the nearby fields, dozing in the sun and picking wildflowers, splashing and wading through the rivers and creeks when the heat became unbearable. Before Laurie would come and spoil your fun, of course. Then, you and Jo and Laurie would be like three rowdy boys playing in the woods, your laughter echoing off the trees and sparkling waters.

You first meet Theodore Laurence as a young girl in the fields connecting the March’s property and your own. You live just down the road from the March sisters, your house tucked away beyond the bend and you’d make the trek across the meadow and grasses daily to visit your neighbors. Being an only child with your father off fighting for the Union, the March house was like your second home and the girls and Marmee and Hannah always made you feel like part of the family, your own loneliness long forgotten as soon as you’d step through the door and you’d be welcomed back with laughter, squeals, and embraces.

Today, you are seeking the company of your friends as usual, returning a book Jo had lended you with a basketful of scones you’d baked in repayment. A recipe you’d learned from Meg. The autumn air is surprisingly warm against your skin, indian summer, flushed and golden and dappling the plains. It makes you smile softly, your mood pleasant as you gather your skirts in time with your step, adjust your basket.

Then, you see him. A boy making his way in the same direction, dressed smartly in a black woolen coat and matching trousers, a silk scarf tastefully tied around his throat. His curls are windswept and tousled, his gait relaxed. He feels your gaze and looks up, eyes finding yours and the corner of his mouth ticks up in a friendly smile. Warmth floods your cheeks. You quickly duck your head.

He looks to be your age, but you’ve read tales of highwaymen and bandits roaming the countryside, how they’d feign kindness, only to strike unsuspecting travelers. Perhaps it was the work of Jo’s overactive and contagious imagination playing at your nerves, but why was he heading towards the March’s? You think of little Beth, how boys and newcomers made her nervous, timid. Your resolve hardens protectively. You have to keep this stranger away from the girls.

Your pulse hammers in your throat as you lift your head to see the boy still looking your way. He waves his hand in greeting.

“Hello!” he cheers.

With your eyes still locked, you pick up your pace and keep your silence. Curiously, the boy finds this amusing, laughing, making it into a game as he too begins to walk briskly towards the house, of who will reach the door first. You narrow your eyes, summoning as much hostility and wickedness to your expression, demeanor as you can muster. The two of you are running now, his grin wide and eager, your own mouth twisted with hard concentration as you race each other.

Your chest is heaving when you brace yourself against the doorframe, blocking his way with your arm, back against the wood. He’s not a second behind you and is already on the stoop when you turn to face him.

“Are you Jo’s friend?” the boy asks you with a breathless, easy smile. “You’re quite fast, even faster than her.” He adds. He’s practically bouncing on his feet, jovial and buzzing with energy. The mention of Jo’s name curbs your distrust further. Bandit may now be off the table, and the thought makes you feel a bit foolish now, but how could Jo befriend such a strange boy without you knowing? How did he already seem to know who you are?

Up close, you notice his eyes are green and mischievous, reflecting back the shimmering plains in flecks of amber as he gazes at you, your pulse fluttering ever so slightly…

You scold yourself internally.

Handsome or not, he was undoubtedly a boy of trouble who had somehow won over Jo’s attention. And no easy feat, might you add. Headstrong and resolute, Jo’s circle of friends was quite small outside of you and her sisters, and you liked it that way. You’d like to keep it that way as well.

You feel a sharp, ugly pang of jealousy curl in your stomach. You stick out your lower lip in a pout, turn up your nose in a way that would certainly earn a scolding from Marmee if she were to see your impoliteness.

“Who are you to ask?” You snap.

Your words do not take the desired effect on him. Instead of hurt, or embarrassment, the boy smirks at you, amused. He cocks his head to one side and leans back on his heels, studying you like you’d just asked him why the sky is blue. His mood is breezy, amiable.

“I’m Laurie. Is that better?” he offers with a comical pout of his own. You wrinkle your nose. This boy was starting to irritate you more and more.

“Surname?”

“Laurence.”

“Laurie Laurence? My, how silly and dull.”

He laughs, a low and pleasant sound that threatens to melt your angry facade. He shakes his head, hands in his pockets.

“It’s a pet name. Jo calls me Teddy, but you may call me whichever you like,” he says. Your jealousy burns brighter, flushing your skin, twisting together with a hint of desire and yearning.

You were once Jo’s everything, her favorite companion. She made this clear with how she’d tell you plainly, how she’d spoil you with compliments and stories and affection. And now, it seemed Jo knew another, this Laurie, well enough to call him Teddy when you had no pet name of your own. She seemed to speak of you, which would explain Laurie’s cordiality, but did she tell him how you were the only one she felt comfortable enough with to critique her writing? How she would encourage your aspirations of becoming a dancer by arranging the foyer into a stage and cheering for you while sitting atop the staircase like an admirer in the box seats? How the two of you could jest and play for hours with nothing but your imagination, crying from laughter until your bellies ached?

You feel a sense of betrayal and heartache at this, an intrusion, a tirade of emotions you can’t quite explain. Did you want Jo all for yourself? Did you want to befriend Laurie as well? Did you just want to be someone’s everything again and to be doted on and loved?

Then, Laurie’s voice tapers into a quiet hum, a touch of softness. You hear the first indication of bashfulness as he looks down at you through full, dark lashes. “I hope the three of us can be good friends. I’d like to know you as well.” He murmurs.

You don’t know what to think of him. Your chest feels tight and your cheeks burn, from anger or passion you can’t quite tell. You’re contemplating leaving your basket on the doorstep and shoving past him to go back home when you suddenly hear a clamor of voices and the turning of the knob and then the door falls open behind you.

Laurie catches you before you can tumble through the entryway, hands finding your waist. Jo, vibrant and chipper as ever, lights up when she sees you and her sky blue eyes shine like glass. She has her cap fitted over her wavy blonde curls, skipping into your arms and for a moment you’re sandwiched between the two of them. You flush scarlet.

“Oh, good! You two have met. Goodbye, Marmee! I’m going out!” Jo calls into the house, her voice overlapping with her sisters’ as they all greet you in a burst of chaos. But before Jo can usher you outside, you feel your childish temper flare and you squirm out of her reach and back through the open door and into the house. You set your basket onto the table, turning to hide your face in Amy’s shoulder with a flutter of your skirts as you feel the hot sting of tears prickle your eyes. You weren’t going to let this Laurie boy see you cry upon your first encounter.

“I’m not coming.” You mumble. Amy’s hand comes to soothingly pet back your hair with a hush of surprise and you sense her look to Jo with a characteristic glare.

“Jo, what have you done?” Amy presses.

“I’ve done nothing!” Jo retorts with a huff. Then, her voice turns gentle, curious as she speaks to you. “Dear, what’s the matter?”

“She wouldn’t be on the verge of tears if you hadn’t done nothing, would she?” Amy replies. You laugh weakly, tightening your arms around her. “See?” Amy says. “You’ve broken her heart, the poor thing.”

“Jo’s made new friends,” you sniffle, embarrassed when Laurie’s eyes meet yours. Amy’s arms around you make you feel comforted and safe, brave enough to voice your true burdens when you say, “I’ve been replaced,” and gaze back at Laurie in defiance, protest. He frowns and shifts his weight, looking genuinely sorry with a guilt that touches his eyes. Good, you think. Let him think twice before stealing away your best companion.

At this, Jo’s expression softens with understanding and warmth as she sees you curl into Amy once more. Jo takes a step into the open doorway, leaving Laurie on the stoop.

“No one could ever replace you, dear,” she says. “I only keep Laurie around for when I’m bored and you aren’t around to play. Look at him,” she gestures in his direction. “He’s aloof and vain, he’s lazy, he doesn’t have an ounce of the imagination you do-”

“Don’t forget arrogant.” Amy pipes up.

Jo nods, wagging a finger at her sister. “Right you are, Amy. We mustn't forget that.”

Laurie starts to puff up with a temper, his lips twisting together and you can see him struggling with whether to speak up and defend himself, or let the girls have their fun for your sake. Jo goes on, saying he was devious and too pretty for his own good, making you and Amy giggle as she rubs soothing circles into your back. It’s rather polite and charming as you watch Laurie suffer silently, biting his tongue as Jo continues to defame his character before she finally turns back to you.

“I should have introduced the two of you properly, and for that, I’m sorry,” says Jo. “You must have had quite the surprise running into him.” Laurie again glances to you with an apologetic softness, wringing his hands together. “So, what do you think, Teddy? Are we ready to start afresh?” Jo asks him, hands on her hips.

This makes you laugh, bubbly, your mood perking up as you finally lift your head from Amy’s shoulder. Of course, Jo would be able to comprehend your grievances and somehow peg Laurie with the blame, how she knew your heart was delicate and tender and so full of devotion that you were quick to hold grudges. Your envy dissipates and you feel a bit sorry seeing Laurie now in such low spirits, his theatrical demeanor now quiet and modest.

“If she’ll have me,” Laurie murmurs, glancing up at you with such a pureness in his glittering eyes that regret starts to settle in your stomach.

“And I’ve written more of that story you enjoyed so much,” Jo holds out a hand to you. “Won’t you come hear what happens next?” she asks. Slowly, like the pull of a magnet, you untangle yourself from Amy’s arms and cross the room to take Jo’s outstretched hand.

“Alright.” You say at last. Jo beams and cradles your face with her other hand, swiping away your tears with her thumb. You let her baby you like she would with Beth, enjoying her touch against your cheek.

“That’s my sweet girl.” She smiles.

You then look to a sheepish Laurie and extend a hand, filled with new courage. You tell him your name and echo back his words that you hope the three of you can indeed become good friends, that you and Jo could do well with another acquaintance. The smile Laurie gives you is genuine, sweet and gentle, the corner of his mouth turning up in crooked delight. He clasps your hand warmly.

“I would want nothing more.” Laurie laughs.

And with that, nestled between Jo and Laurie, you step back outside into the rich and golden light of a warm autumn afternoon, curious, excited for what adventures the day will bring you.

Laurie joins your duo swimmingly and the rest of the year passes in pleasant tranquility as the three of you spend nearly every waking moment by each others’ sides. All Hallow’s Eve finds you dressed in a costume of French royalty, a pompous and comical gown of ballooning fabrics, complete with a powdered wig of pins and curls. You’ve painted your face with overlined lips and the trademark mole below your eye and the March sisters double over with laughter as you enter the foyer, fluttering your paper fan with an aristocratic pout, Laurie saluting your entrance with a roar of, la plus belle fille du monde! Jo is dressed as a fearsome pirate, outfitted in boots, breeches, and a captain’s hat, the wooden sword you and Laurie helped to paint swishing through the air as she parades into the room. Laurie enters last with a bang and a flash of white powder, appearing before your eyes in true magician fashion with a top hat and cane, a false mustache pasted onto his upper lip. All six of you then march across the field to the Laurence residence, now alight with carved pumpkins and lanterns, for your All Hallow’s Eve party of sweets and games.

Christmas brings festivities, flurries, and cheer. Sledding, ice skating, days of cold and winter fun making snow angels and snowmen, decorating the March house with holly, mistletoe, culminating into a hearty turkey dinner as you sit perched next to Laurie. The candlelight is homely, the sound of laughter and clinking silverware washing over you and you catch Laurie’s eye as he lifts his fork to his mouth. The two of you grin, leaning into each other with quiet happiness, heads bowed. You and Laurie both mirror each other in being only children, meaning these times together have been filled with welcome camaraderie. Where your instances of yearning for the companionship of siblings that only those without can understand, you’ve found company in each other, never a dull moment, never lonely.

The thaw of spring keeps you tucked away indoors with torrents of rain pelting against the roof. Jo reads to you aloud from her novel, asking for your thoughts every so often as you and Laurie lounge on the sofa. When you articulate a point of slight critique on Jo’s use of character, Laurie teasingly tugs on a lock of your hair with a smirk.

“How perceptive.” He murmurs, grinning.

You swat his hand away, glaring at him in mock anger.

And as the days grow warmer, so does your heart. You’ve learned to share your affection between Laurie and Jo in a way you think is equally matched and that autumn day where you’d been so sour to both of them seems like ages ago. Soon after that incident, your bravado had quickly morphed into appreciation and Jo had been eager to break the ice between you and Laurie. And like all children, your differences and jealousy had been set aside as you’d discovered he was quite fun to be around. Laurie shared Jo’s quick wit and intelligence, like an androgynous mirror, so much of yourself also reflected in both of them in time and they in you. And yet, Laurie had a certain charm about him; how he could have the two of you in stitches and still maintain the air of sophistication that was so often expected of the Laurence boy. Admittedly, you were thrilled to have them both as your best and favorite playmates.

In turn, they had done the same, showering you with loving attention and teasing, keeping you entertained with their bickering, quarreling over how they both wanted to occupy your time with their respective ideas for sport. Fighting over you. The thought of it makes you blush furiously. Yet, you feel cared for, like the most precious thing in their lives.You’ve also selfishly enjoyed being the apple of their eye and all the privileges that has bestowed; Jo writing you into her stories, featuring you as a beautiful sugar plum fairy, and Laurie promising to write you a French ballet, to someday whisk you off to Europe to experience high art and culture.

At last, spring turns to summer and the three of you are back to mischief and horseplay in the great outdoors. The days are lush, agreeable, bright and pleasant with flashing sunshine and lofty clouds. You’re again reminded why summer to you is synonymous with Jo as you run together through the waving fields bursting with flowers, Laurie right on your heels as he too gives chase.

“Jo! We were only kidding about the toads!” Laurie calls out from behind you. “It’s not like I have one in my pocket this very moment who’s squirming to get free and might have bitten me earlier when I caught him by the river and-”

He gives a shout of surprise and you hear his footfalls pause in the grasses. You and Jo both turn, breathless, already laughing when you see Laurie hopping about like hot coals are burning beneath his feet.

A small pond frog wiggles out of his pocket seam with a croak and then disappears into the meadow, waddling with great speed. With out-turned pockets and wrinkled trousers, Laurie stands there with his hands on his hips, confidence and humor masking his faults as always.

“My, they grow up so fast, don’t they?” Laurie says as he looks out over the crest of the hill with a humorous glint in his eyes, like a mother watching her child leave for the vast, cruel world. You and Jo collapse into a fit of giggles, holding each other upright by the shoulders and gasping for air.

Eternal summer and sun, a tender paradise. And as midsummer arrives, so does the heat. It’s stifling, heavy, the kind that suffocates and forbids any excessive movement or play, when being idle is perfectly acceptable, a rarity for you three young adventurers. Today, even nature herself seems to be drowsy from the stifling weather. Sunflowers droop from the weight of honeybees as they float lazily over the fields. Birds chortle from the treetops, as if too tired to fly, their song intertwining with the rustling grasses, tousled by the rare cool breeze. The sky burns a dome of brilliant blue above you, filled with towering, cotton white cumulus clouds. You watch as they drift slowly over the horizon. Like colossal ships at sea.

You rest your head on Laurie’s chest and he toys with your hair. Jo dozes with her arms pillowed across your stomach and the three of you are a sleepy dog-pile of limbs. The feel of Laurie’s fingers makes you relaxed, drowsy. You hear Jo then give a soft snore and you chuckle.

“What is it?” Laurie asks. You can already hear the smile in his voice, how just your laughter is enough to amuse him too. You shake your head against his chest and the movement makes you giggle again. Laurie joins you, flopping out his legs, the heat making you both delirious and loopy.

You reach up blindly and give him a firm nudge, your hand landing just under his chin.

“Stop it, you’ll wake her.” You scold him with as much seriousness as you can muster and failing miserably.

“Ow,” Laurie groans. He grasps your wrist, moving your hand to place it against his cheek and he puckers out his lower lip. “You’ve hurt me, I’m unwell.”

“Oh...Laurie, I didn’t mean it..” you sit up and coo, caressing his skin. Laurie looks pleased, a flash of playfulness in the green of his eyes as you lean towards him. “Let me take a closer-”

You cuff him on the ear ever so lightly, catching him by complete surprise and Jo wakes, cackling, throwing her arms around you.

Later, the three of you gaze up at the passing clouds, a comfortable silence settling over you all as you enjoy the afternoon.

“If we could fly up into those clouds and there was a castle with anything your heart desired, what would it be?” Jo asks. “Where do you two see your lives leading you?” Her tone is pensive, romantic. You and Laurie both hum in thought.

“You first, Laurie.” You murmur.

Laurie turns to look back at the bright blue sky, to the billowy clouds that look like spun sugar candy.

“I want to live abroad in Europe and be surrounded by music, my music. I want to compose, I want to be renowned for my operas.” He declares with a proud puff of his chest. Jo nods, you give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“That sounds very much like you, Teddy,” Jo says. “A bachelor making art in Europe, how capital.”

He makes a face, then winks at you out of the corner of his eye. You stick out your tongue.

“You can do it if you stay focused,” you add. “No more billiards, for a start.”

Laurie wrinkles his nose. “And what is it that you want, prima donna?” he asks you in challenge.

You turn away with a roll of your eyes, gaze to the heavens. The thought comes to you easily as you listen to the birds, feel the breeze tickling your skin, drinking in the sky.

“I want to be a ballet dancer in a prestigious company. I want to tour the world.” You say softly. Before, you would have felt embarrassment to share such an ambitious dream. But something about this moment, of being with Laurie and Jo makes you feel brave and safe enough to speak your mind, to put your words into the universe and have it come to fruition. Like a magic spell of sorts. With them here with you, you feel like any dream is possible.

Another chorus of hums and Jo looks pleased at your response. Laurie smirks up at the horizon.

“No fair if it’s likely to happen,” he laughs. “That’s cheating.”

“Oh, hush,” Jo chides with a rather hard sock to Laurie’s arm. She ignores his whines as he recoils and grumbles dramatically. “You’re well on your way, dear,” Jo tells you. “Now that you’ll be in that New York production next summer, I’m sure your opportunities will be plentiful.”

You hope she’s right. You’d secured a role as an ensemble dancer in an upcoming production of Romeo and Juliet, your most prestigious show as of yet in your young and budding career. Jo’s warm praise makes you blush like the flowers surrounding you, pink and full. Laurie’s quick eyes catch this, envious, and he changes the subject, a muscle ticking ever so slightly in his jaw.

“And you, Jo?” He asks tightly.

Jo exhales, crossing her arms behind her head. “Being a writer, of course. A great one. I don’t want to settle for less.”

“Doubtful,” snides Laurie. “I don’t see it.”

You and Laurie look to each other with a quiet smile.

“No, not with all the prizes you’ve won,” you add. “Impossible.”

Jo shoots upright, too quickly for the heat. She slugs Laurie again.

“Ow...Jo, it’s too hot for your beatings,” he moans. “Don’t be a poor sport.”

She doesn’t answer him, only gives him a final push and hunkers back down onto the grass, turning her back to him with a huff.

“Why am I the only one that ever gets hit?” Laurie grumbles, opening his shirt to cool himself off and throws his forearm across his eyes for shade, frowning. You giggle, curling up beside her.

“I believe in your abilities, Jo.” You whisper to her. She takes your hand.

It’s not long before the three of you are fast asleep in the sun.

And as the seasons and summers roll on and the fruits of childhood begin to slowly ripen with the passing years, you find your companionship with Laurie and Jo changing and growing like never before. Your friendship starts to blossom into fondness, adoration. Indeed, you’ve loved them as playmates and companions since the three of you were children, but as you flourish amidst that quaint, strange, and budding pocket of time when young men and women come of age, where you and Laurie and Jo are now struck with bashfulness and an awareness of being alone with each other, your love for them arches and glows like summer sunset.

This makes you acutely conscious of your appearance and dress, your posture, how you carry yourself, your mannerisms. How did your hair look? Did you laugh too loudly? Would Jo think your comments about her writing were too harsh? Why did you feel such warmth in your chest every time you saw her? And why were you starting to anticipate Laurie’s company? Why did you always have a sharp hope that he would come around with every visit of yours to the March residence? The constant whir of thoughts and worries was enough to make your head turn with heaviness, make you collapse from the pressures of simply existing.

“You’re acting odd,” Laurie tells you one day.

The two of you lay in a meadow with summer buzzing all around you, resting beneath the drooping leaves of a willow tree. Jo had been unable to join you as she had Beth’s lessons to teach that afternoon, much to her own disappointment and promising to make it up to you soon with an affectionate pinch to your cheek. You’d considered going home then. The last thing you wanted was to be left alone with Laurie, that familiar crush in your chest, an inkling of dread coupled with a shortness of breath, fear and excitement. You were terrified. But when he’d taken your hand and asked you so sweetly to accompany him to the meadow’s waters, how could you possibly refuse?

But of course, Laurie was quick to notice your nerves.

“The heat is getting to your head,” you say evenly with eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your face. “Besides, that’s rather rude.”

You hear him move and feel his presence directly in front of you, as if leaning in.

“It is a bit hot, do you feel up for a swim?”

This makes your eyes snap open. Following Jo’s mannerisms, you give him a shove in the chest. “You’re vile,” you grin.

To your surprise, Laurie’s teasing, playful demeanor is nowhere to be found. His gaze is instead thoughtful, holding your own like you are all he sees. Immediately, you feel your pulse kick up in the side of your throat.

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” he continues with a shake of his head. “You don’t seem like yourself. I thought a change in our routine could be refreshing.”

You give a light shrug of your shoulders. “I feel fine,” you say.

He brushes the back of his hand against your forehead. He hums, then curls his fingers down along the planes of your face to rest on your cheek.

“You’re flushed,” he murmurs.

Time seems to slow. The roar of blood deafens your ears and the fragrance of the sweet waters and blooms around you is overwhelming, sunlight refracting like prismed rainbow. Laurie kisses you then, a gentle touch of his lips, tilting your chin up to meet him. A sweetheart’s kiss, one that tastes of summer secrets as you’re shaded by vines and mist. When you break apart, he keeps his hand cradled against your cheek, his thumb circling the corner of your mouth.

You don’t know what to say. You’re speechless, your chest rising and falling softly, staring back at him with wide, surprised eyes. Laurie looks reflective, emerald irises half-lidded.

“What am I to tell Jo?” you whisper to him. Heat diffuses through your body like desert wind. You feel elated, cherished, frightened, embarrassed. Guilty. Laurie’s eyes flicker once more to your lips, his dark lashes fluttering with the movement. His smile is melancholy, yet knowing.

“You love her, too.” Laurie hums. It’s a statement, a confirmation of your feelings for both of them. The fact that the boy you’ve adored for so long has uttered your very thoughts out loud should have you completely mortified, yet there’s a small sense of comfort knowing he’d understand. Laurie knows this because he himself feels the same way, knows you or Jo or himself could never bring themselves to choose.

Laurie’s smile prompts you to lace your fingers together in the grasses and you give him a light peck on the cheek. He brightens up, raking a hand through his black curls.

“You love me.” Laurie beams.

When you tell Jo about the kiss, she’s dancing with you on the porch in the evening light. Inside, you can see Marmee and the girls entertaining themselves through the windows as you practice your pirouettes. Jo is dressed in her writing jacket and trousers, keeping you balanced as she plays the part of the male dancer, perfectly competent.

“What an impish boy,” Jo says of Laurie. You laugh and the two of you continue your steps, running through the dance number in a private rehearsal. Laurie is due to rehearse with you the week before your performance and the thought itself is enough to make butterflies explode in your stomach. Jo is a strong, leading dancer, while Laurie is graceful and firm, both capable of making the palms of your hands sweat with nerves. You know in your heart if you could rehearse with them, you’d have no fear on opening night. You’d already be invincible.

“Again from the top, please, kind sir,” you curtsey to Jo. Her smile is giddy and she gives a click of her heels before returning to her starting position.

“Of course,” she responds. Taking your hand, she guides you through the steps once more, your heart soft and temperate like the evening around you.

The sound of applause is warm and full, washing over you as you take your bows. You feel weightless, aglow, eyes brimming with tears. You think you see Laurie and Jo leap to their feet in the audience, but the stage lights are too bright and you cannot see clearly and you think you may faint from happiness.

In the auditorium, you’re still in your costume of Venetian silks and flowers when you’re swept off your feet by a boisterous Laurie and he twirls you around in his arms, his riding cloak billowing out behind him.

“There’s our Capulet! You were phenomenal!”

“I’m so proud of you, dear!” Jo practically shouts with excitement, tackling you next in a bearish hug when Laurie finally sets you down. Their praise is boundless, endless, showering you in so much adoration that your heart feels close to bursting. You gather them close, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

“Thank you both for everything,” you choke out, squeezing them tight.

Over Jo’s shoulder, you spot Marmee, Meg, Amy, even shy little Beth with a bouquet of flowers and then you let the tears fall when you run to them and you thank your stars for the luck and love you’ve been blessed with.

Another year, another summer soon arrives. You and Jo and Laurie are back in the fields cloud-gazing, a lazy afternoon of heat and leisurely time well spent. Things feel familiar, recognizable between the three of you, yet there’s a sense of distance between now and when Jo had first asked about your castles in the sky all those summers ago.

Jo was now making a name for herself in the writer’s world, having won another prize in a New York newspaper. She’d been gaining the attention of devoted readers and critics alike and was now working on a proper novel, her longest project as of yet. She tells you not to worry, that she’ll be sure to feature you as a central character in the same way she’d done as a child, nostalgic tales of pirates and adventure and love.

“My sweet sugar plum fairy,” she’d gruffed, pulling you into another powerful hug.

Laurie had finished his opera, now with aspirations of pulling funds together and opening a production in Europe. He was still in the midst of planning and conversing with his grandfather about finances and departure dates, but it seemed like Laurie’s promise of spiriting you away to Europe could now become a reality. And with the possibility of your very own French stage debut!

Thus, you three souls were being tugged into three far corners of the globe, to your respective callings. The realization scares you, to know that this may be one of the few times you have left together. But underneath it all, there was a sense of excitement to see the world and make it your own. You were satisfied, proud knowing that the three of you had come so far with your aspirations and you had no doubt you would find success in your art.

In the comfortable silence, serenaded by the hum of cicadas and birdsong, you gaze up to the clouds gliding over Plumfield, Massachusetts. You feel an aching longing for those childhood days of carefree play, the countless rose-tinted memories of Laurie and Jo by your side, yet looking up at the sky, you know these memories of summers past will always be with you.

And there would be better and more to come.

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TMA PLAYLIST!

hey party people! i made an absolutely MASSIVE entity playlists and thought i would share!

Here’s the song breakdown by entity if you want to separate it out into different entities!

The Corruption

- i’ll let it burn / kanaya

- first love late spring / mitski

- geyser / mitski

- me and my husband / mitski

- liquid smooth / mitski

- an unhealthy obsession / the blake robinson synthetic orchestra

- like real people do / hozier

- arms tonite / mother mother

- spiral of ants / lemon demon

- always forever / cults

- i wanna be adored / king woman

- in a week / hozier

- lovers are strangers / michelle gurevich

- first six moths of love / michelle gurevich

- where the watermelons rot / madelynne whitt

- loved / fein

- the masochism tango / tom lehrer

- high school sweethearts / melanie martinez

- earthworms / elliot lee

The Lonely

- ghosting / mother mother

- cellophane / fka twigs

- two slow dancers / mitski

- last words of a shooting star / mitski

- you missed my heart / phoebe bridgers

- writer in the dark / lorde

- liability / lorde

- sick of losing soulmates / dodie

- ribs / lorde

- i exist i exist i exist / flatsound

- how to never stop being sad / dandelion hands

- teenage hurt / oscar lang

- feels like we’re dying / johnny goth

- lonesome town / ricky nelson

- the ghost has no home / cocteau twins, harold budd

- heavy heart / you am i

- scott street / phoebe bridgers

- get lonely / the mountain goats

- i’m tired, you’re lonely / liza anne

- emptiness is a closet full of your clothes / wishing

- butterfly’s repose / zabawa

- xanny / billie eilish

The Slaughter

- thermodynamic lawyer esq / will wood and the tapeworms

- bloody nose / jack conte

- hand me my shovel, i’m going in! / will wood and the tapeworms

- problems / mother mother

- molly / mindless self indulgence

- resurrection / gank

- little pistol / mother mother

- my axe / icp

- to catch a predator / icp

- piggie pie / icp

- egirls are ruining my life / corpse

- i cant decide / scissor sisters

- brutus / the buttress

- thank you for the venom / my chemical romance

- you know what they do to guys like us in prison / my chemical romance

- teenagers / my chemical romance

- shitlist / l7

- lose your head / nova twins

- cop car / mitski

- pumped up kicks / foster the people

- mary / the happy fits

- 6 feet / scarlxrd

- war song / imad royal

- twist the knife / that handsome devil

The Spiral

- kitchen fork / jack conte

- stupid horse / 100 gecs

- a crows trial / vane lily

- hidden in the sand / tally hall

- stuff is way / they might be giants

- baby hotline / jack stauber

- for the departed / shatter james

- touch tone telephone / lemon demon

- they’re coming to take me away / sloppy jane

- anytime you smile / jt music

- tic toc / mother mother

- pretty little head / eliza rickman

- happy pills / weathers

- beware the friendly stranger / boards of canada

- dream / the pied pipers

- spiraling shape / they might be giants

- smile / maisie peters

- laughing on the outside / bernadette carroll

The Stranger

- stalkers tango / autoheart

- puppet loosely strung / the correspondents

- a mask of my own face / lemon demon

- sex with a ghost / teddy hyde

- bang! / ajr

- under my skin / jukebox the ghost

- turn the lights off / tally hall

- break my mind / dagames

- community gardens / the scary jokes

- mr capgras encounters a second hand / will wood and the tapeworms

- mama / my chemical romance

- have you seen my sister evelyn? / evelyn evelyn

- a campaign of shock and awe / evelyn evelyn

- my mom / kimya dawson

- who are you, really? / mikky echo

- kalinka / golden ring ensemble

- russian sailors dance / golden ring ensemble

- we’ll meet again / vera lynn

- carousel / melanie martinez

- this is the freakshow! / open minded

- the greatest show unearthed / creature feature

The Flesh

- blood and bones / the blake robinson synthetic orchestra

- the dismemberment song / blue kid

- i love you like an alcoholic / the taxpayers

- body / mother mother

- blood / my chemical romance

- body terror song / ajj

- skin / marriages

- four teeth / true widow

- tongues and teeth / the crane wives

- cannibal / tally hall

- pork soda / the glass animals

- alligator teeth / mother falcon

- animal skin / bryan dunn

- flowers of flesh and blood / nicole dollanganger

The Hunt

- it will come back / hozier

- in the woods somewhere / hozier

- hayloft / mother mother

- trrst / ic3peak

- oblivion / grimes

- i love you like an alcoholic / the taxpayers

- dear dictator / saint motel

- to my enemies / saint motel

- shaking like an animal / crash kings

- dog teeth / nicole dollanganger

- curses / the cranewives

- that unwanted animal / the amazing devil

- animal impulses / iamx

- go get your gun / the dear hunter

- i’m always walking as somebody else / american murder song

- come along / cosmo sheldrake

- the hunter / adam jensen

The Eye

- evil eye / franz ferdinand

- never meant to know / tally hall

- dirty imbecile / the happy fits

- lent / autoheart

- problems / mother mother

- southern eye / marriages

- wisdom / mother mother

- the fine print / the stupendium

- it’s tough to be a god / annapantsu

- ruler of everything / tally hall

- one eye open / lola blanc

- the competition / kimya dawson

- i see you / phoebe bridgers

- somebody’s watching me / rockwell

The Web

- silver platters / les gold

- puppet loosely strung / the correspondents

- the spiders face / emilie autumn

- twisted threads / the mechanisms

- spider in the roses / sonia leigh, daphne willis, rob the man

- lean on me / yerin baek

- shame / mitski

- devils flesh and bones / eliza rickman

The Dark

- there’s a girl in the corner / the twilight sad

- living with the black dog / emma ruth rundle

- i was all over her / sylvia palth

- welcome and goodbye / dream, ivory

- you are the coffin / flatsound

- into the unknown / the blasting company

- salem / fox academy

- i’m a member of the midnight crew / eddie morton

- sleep awake / mother mother

- no light, no light / florence and the machine

- oh ana / mother mother

- queen of darkness / ugress

The End

- for the departed / shayfer james

- achilles come down / gang of youths

- the end / sibyelle baier

- exit music / radiohead

- sex with a ghost / teddy hyde

- 13 angels standing guard round the side of your bed / silver my zion

- zombie / bad wolves

- old black train / the blasting company

- graveyard / lucy schwartz

- hangout at the gallows / father john misty

- holes in your coffin / phildel

- i’ll die anyways / girl in red

The Desolation

- turtleneck / the national

- relay / fiona apple

- a burning hill / mitski

- burn / king woman

- burning pile / mother mother

- lighting myself on fire / jukebox the ghost

- burn him down! / kitsch club

- mouth of the devil / mother mother

- high tide rising / fox

- the fire / griffinilla

- fire with fire / aliceband

- inferno pt 2 / the buttress

- all the good girls go to hell / billie eilish

- burning down the house / talking heads

- arsonists lullaby / hozier

- play with fire / sam tinnesz

- fire / delta rae

The Buried

- my heart is buried in venice / rick montgomery

- dirty night clowns / chris garneau

- hand me my shovel, i’m going in! / will wood and the tapeworms

- the mind electric / miracle musical

- bit by bit / mother mother

- weight of the world / shayfer james

- bury a friend / billie eilish

- my love took me down to the river to silence me / little green cars

- the devil went to georgia / the charlie daniels band

- jesse got trapped in a coal mine / goodnight, texas

- sisyphus / andrew bird

- bottom of the river / delta rae

- you’re dead / norma tanega

- ain’t no rest for the wicked / cage the elephant

- work song / hozier

- bury me / the hunting project

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Andrew Bogut, Beautiful, and Children: Adorable little Teddy 46106 IS... Adorable little 5 yr young Teddy was found abandoned in an elevator of an apartment building. Upon intake he was shaking, & hiding under a chair, making himself as small as he could. This little nugget IS ON the NYC KHI List because he is "uncomfortable" at the shelter. Well. do y a blame him? OH, COME ONS. Giventime to adjust, decompress in a new adult-only home, with love & TLC he will be fine, Just GIVE him A Chance, you'll see He is still young for crying out loud! Please, APPLY NOW to save his life but HURRY, he IS Out Of Time : 14 lbs of adorable xoxo Please, don let them kill me !I! Beautiful little Teddy DIES at the Manhattan, NY ACC UNLESS RESERVED/FOSTERED/ADOPTED/RESCUED RIGHT NOW!! **** TO Be KILLED 11/5/18 in NYC ***** Adorable little 5 yr young Teddy was found abandoned in an elevator of an apartment building. Upon intake he was shaking, & hiding under a chair, making himself as small as he could. This little nugget IS ON the NYC Kill List because he is "uncomfortable" at the shelter. Well, do ya blame him? OH, COME ON... Given time to adjust, decompress in a new adult-only home, with love & TLC he will be fine, just GIVE him A Chance, you'll see.. He is still young for crying out loud!! Please, APPLY NOW to save his life but HURRY, he IS Out Of Time :( Beautiful little Teddy DIES at the Manhattan, NY ACC UNLESS RESERVED/FOSTERED/ADOPTED/RESCUED RIGHT NOW!!! **************************************** To FOSTER or ADOPT beautiful little Teddy, SPEAK UP NOW & Save a Life, APPLY with rescues OR message Must Love Dogs - Saving NYC Dogs IMMEDIATELY!!!! **************************************** The general rule is to foster you have to be within 4 hours of the NYC ACC approved New Hope partner rescues you are applying with and to adopt you will have to be in the general NE US area; NY, NJ, CT, PA, DC, MD, DE, NH, RI, MA, VT & ME (some rescues will transport to VA). ✔Pledge✔Tag✔Share✔Foster✔Adopt✔Save a life! Thank you for caring! ================================= "Rescue only" means a foster or adopter must live within the Northeastern states and must apply to rescues already approved to pull from NYC ACC shelters. Rescues can't do anything without APPLICATIONS! If your application is approved, rescue will arrange transport. ================================= Teddy 46106 Hello, my name is Teddy. My animal id is #46106. I am a neutered white cutie pie at the Manhattan Animal Care Center. The shelter thinks I am about 5 years old. I only weigh 14 lbs I came into the shelter as a stray on 31-Oct-2018. Please, Please, Please, save me! Date of Intake: 10/31/2018 Upon intake, Teddy was sitting under the seat and shaking. He allowed counselor to collar and pet when approached slowly. He did walk with counselor when leashed. Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: No Medical Notes: Teddy did come in with matted fur. ENERGY LEVEL:: We have no history on Teddy so we cannot be certain of his behavior in a home environment. At the care center, he displays a medium level of activity. DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 4-6 yrs based on PE. Microchip noted on Intake? scanned negative. placed by LVT. History: stray found in an elevator of an apartment building Subjective / Observed Behavior - Allowed all handling but became reactive with growling and snapping for blood draw. Timid and looking around, flinching during exam. Evidence of Cruelty seen - none Evidence of Trauma seen - none EENT: Eyes clear , ears clean with moderate amount of hear within the canal, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: dc 1/5; pd 1/5. fractured #204 PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: No murmur ausculted; CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: neutered male. MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, partially groomed; all 4 legs and face remain ungroomed with moderate matting CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: externally normal. Assessment dental disease Prognosis: excellent SURGERY: already neutered Date of assessment:: 11/4/2018 Look:: 2. Dog's eyes are averted, body posture is stiff and fearful, tail is low and not moving. Dog allows head to be held loosely in Assessor's cupped hands. Sensitivity:: 2. Dog stands still and accepts the touch, eyes are averted, tail is between legs, body stiff, mouth closed, lip long, ears likely back, may lip lick. Tag:: 3. Dog repeatedly turns quickly away when touched, or repeatedly spins toward the touch, and repeatedly tries to exit. Dog may be crouching, tail is tucked, mouth closed, body stiff. Paw squeeze 1:: 1. Dog gently pulls back his/her paw. Paw squeeze 2:: 1. Dog gently pulls back his/her paw. Toy:: 1. Minimal interest in toy, dog may smell or lick, then turns away. Summary:: Teddy approached the assessor a bit cautiously. He was tense and fearful throughout the assessment but allowed all handling. Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: No children: Due to how uncomfortable Teddy is currently with touch and novel stimuli, we feel that an adult-only home would be most beneficial at this time. Place with a New Hope partner: Teddy is very fearful at the care center and has at times growled and snapped not allowed handling, especially when being removed from his kennel. We recommend placement with a New Hope partner who can provide any necessary behavior modification (force-free, positive reinforcement-based) and re-evaluate behavior in a stable home environment before placement into a permanent home. Potential challenges: : Fearful/potential for defensive aggression Potential challenges comments:: Fearful/potential for defensive aggression: While Teddy has warmed up to some handlers, he has growled and snapped when being removed from his kennel. It is important to always go slow and give Teddy the option to walk away from any social interaction. Teddy should never be forced to approach anything that he is uncomfortable with or to submit to petting or handling. It should always be Teddy’s choice to approach a new person or thing. Teddy would do best in an initially calm and quiet home environment and should be given time to acclimate to his new surroundings. ... NOTE: *** WE HAVE NO OTHER INFORMATION THAN WHAT IS LISTED WITH THIS FLYER *** ... RE: ACC site Just because a dog is not on the ACC site does not mean they are safe by any means. There are many reasons for this like a hold or an eval has not been conducted yet or the dog is rescue-only... the list goes on... Please, do share & apply to foster/adopt these pups as well until their thread is updated with their most current status. TY! ============ Shelter addresses ========== - Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St., New York, NY 10029 - Phone number: 212-788-4000 (is automated only) Operating hours: Monday through Friday 12.00pm to 8.00pm, Saturday & Sunday: 10.00am to 6.00pm. Closed on all Holidays. ================================= == About Must Love Dogs - Saving NYC Dogs == We are a group of advocates (NOT a shelter NOR a rescue group) dedicated to finding loving homes for NYC dogs in desperate need. ALL the dogs on our site need Rescue, Fosters, or Adopters & that ASAP as they are in NYC high-kill shelters. If you cannot foster or adopt, please share them far & wide. Thank you for caring!! <3 ================================ Danielle S. Marchetti Jody Harris-Stern Donna Darrell Caro Hocker Carolin Hocker Beamer Maximillian Michele DeSanti Lorraine Healy Jennifer Faga' Suzanne Dixie Dawn Keiling Schursky

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