Laurie Laurence - Blog Posts

Oh? Is that so? (Pt. 1)

Warning(s): Timothee looking so cute that you might faint. Very short, Im tired

Laurie and you have been friends since we were kids, and yet there was always a strange tension between you two.

“Laurie, can put this necklace on me?”

“Why?”

“A date.”

“Wait. WHAT?!”

“A date, a man shall try to court me and I shall have to either refuse or oblig-“

“I know what a date is. But you never told me that you were going on one!”

“Do you have to know?”

“I do”

“and why is that?”

“Um- I-uh”

Little women ramble

So I was just looking at and consuming a bit of little women media and something hit me. And this is just my own feelings you don't have to agree with me. But I think Amy's will almost always be able to understand Jo's better than Jo's will be able to understand Amy's. Btw I am not claiming one is better than the other. My thing is Amy's look at Jo's a lot, they observe and try to understand them. That is kind of how they show their love for them. Amy's love Jo's so much. That is why Amy's fall in love with Laurie. In this one clip I saw someone was saying something about how jo and Laurie's are each other's halves and because of Amy's love for Jo and Laurie basically being so similar to Jo that's why Amy loved him. And to a good extent I think that is true. So it's this all encompassing love that Amy's have for Jo's that make it so they understand Jo better than Jo can understand Amy.

““Well, I believe we have some power over who we love; it isn’t something that just happens to a person.” “I think the poets might disagree.” “Well, I’m not a poet, I’m just a woman.””

— Amy March, Laurie Laurence

nervous laurie fidgeting with his jewelry this is so-

AMY & LAURIE in Little Women (2019)

been listening to “Laurie and Jo on the Hill” by Alexandre Desplat on loop for the past couples hours until I finished this sketch that I needed to just get out of my head. also yay to color again!

Love Grows

Laurie Laurence x Reader

You’re sitting cross-legged on the patchy grass outside the Marches’ house, a canvas propped up on your knees and a brush clutched in your fingers. The late afternoon sun catches the fiery strands of your untamed red hair, making them glow like embers. You’re trying to capture the scene in front of you—a mix of sun-dappled trees and the charming, worn shutters of the house but your mind keeps wandering.

And then, of course, he appears. Laurie Laurence. Teddy, as Jo calls him, but you prefer Laurie. There’s something about the way the name rolls off your tongue that feels like music.

“Painting again?” His voice is warm, teasing. You don’t look up immediately. Instead, you dip your brush into a streak of crimson and drag it across the canvas.

“Observant as ever,” you reply dryly, though you’re secretly glad he came. He always comes. There’s something magnetic about Laurie—the way his dark hair falls into his eyes, the way his laughter feels like a promise of mischief. You know he doesn’t belong to you, not really. He belongs to Jo, or maybe to the whole March family. But when he’s here, leaning lazily against the fence like he has all the time in the world for you, it’s easy to imagine otherwise.

“What are you working on today?” he asks, stepping closer. You can feel his shadow fall across your canvas.

You shrug, deliberately nonchalant.

Laurie chuckles, a low, rich sound that makes your heart skip. “You’re full of mysteries, you know. People talk about you, you know that? They say your hair’s wild, your clothes don’t match, and that you’re always mumbling about colors no one else can see. They think you’re crazy.” He says it lightly, but there’s something in his tone—a challenge, maybe.

You finally glance up, meeting his eyes. “And what do you think?” you ask, the question slipping out before you can stop it.

“I think,” Laurie says slowly, “that the world would be a much duller place without you.”

The words hang in the air between you, heavier than you expected. You feel heat rise to your cheeks, but before you can respond, Laurie drops to the ground beside you, long legs sprawled carelessly. He plucks a blade of grass and twirls it between his fingers. “Teach me,” he says suddenly.

You blink. “Teach you what?”

“To see the world the way you do.” He gestures vaguely at your painting. “To make it look so alive, so...wild. Like you.”

There’s a tenderness in his voice you’re not used to, and it disarms you. You hand him the brush before you can second-guess yourself. “Here. You try.”

Laurie takes the brush with a grin, but as he awkwardly drags it across the canvas, you can’t help but laugh. “You’re hopeless,” you tease.

“Hopelessly charmed, maybe,” he retorts, and the way he looks at you then, eyes soft and searching, makes your breath catch. You wonder if he knows what he’s doing to you, if he feels the same pull that you do.

For a moment, the world seems to shrink to just the two of you, the colors on your canvas forgotten. Laurie leans closer, so close you can see the tiny flecks of gold in his eyes. “You know,” he murmurs, “you’re kind of a mystery to me, too.”

And then, just as quickly as the moment came, it’s gone. Laurie leans back, grinning like the scoundrel he is, and hands you the brush. “You’re a better teacher than I am a student,” he says.

But his words linger, and as the sun sets and the colors deepen, you find yourself wondering if maybe, just maybe, you’re not such a mystery to him after all.

Idk how well this will do on here, but it flopped on tiktok so I thought I'd give it a chance here☺️

bring this back i‘m begging!!

experiencing this would’ve actually healed me