Jan 16, 2023
Amy Parrish
From "Between These Things"
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Amy Parrish
From "Between These Things"
It just clicked for me that the same actress that played Troy’s awful mom in Stranger Things was the PJO shipping dance teacher in Dawson’s Creek lol. My mind is officially blown!!
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Soft fem!pynch which was first suggested to me by an anon but is now just for @runoutofthyme it’s a fluff-angst-fluff sandwich. Enjoy xo
When Amy entered Monmouth Manufacturing, she hadn’t prepared herself for the way her heart sunk at the sight of the moving boxes and she hadn’t expected to see the walls, once covered in maps, now bare brick. It felt like a milestone and she had grown up hating every situation that marked a moment as something more than it was.
She was about to call out Gansey’s name when something made her pause. There was a soft buzzing sound coming from the kitchen/bathroom and in the back of her mind she knew what it was and she knew who would be there. She felt butterflies in her stomach at the prospect, the same butterflies that never seemed to go away these days.
She approached the doorway to the other room, avoiding a pile of boxes and as she peered in, Rosie, who was leaning over the shower pan shaving her head, froze. She turned the hair clippers off and straightened up, rubbing her hand over the scruffy ends of her hair, causing some of it to fall away to the floor around her.
It suddenly felt too intimate. Amy had traced miles of Rosie’s skin with her lips, yet seeing her here like this. It was like she’d walked in on her stripping away a layer of herself and washing it down the drain. Everything was quiet now. It felt like a secret.
“Who let you in?” Rosie asked, a stupid and unnecessary question as Amy had let herself in many times before.
Still, she followed along. “It wasn’t locked,” she paused, then, “sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.”
She turned away from the doorway, her cheeks burning and the butterflies in her stomach turning to hungry moths that gnawed at her insides.
“Parrish, wait,” Rosie called and Amy stopped, took a deep breath and walked back towards the kitchen/bathroom. She stepped over the threshold at the look on Rosie’s face. She was smiling. It was a real smile that made her eyes brighter and Amy found herself taking the moment that was now a memory, folding it up and tucking it away somewhere safe. That one time I caught Rosie shaving her head and she smiled at me like she might kiss me.
Rosie held up the clippers. “Do the back for me?” She was still smiling as she said it.
The butterflies were butterflies again and Amy’s hand was sweaty as she took it from her. She turned it on and the buzzing sound commenced. She looked up at her and their eyes met for a second before Amy told her to look down.
Rosie tilted her chin to her chest and Amy shaved all the little tufts of hair that she had missed. They didn’t speak except when Rosie said, “don’t forget behind my ear,” and, “you need to press a bit harder.”
When it was done, Amy turned the clippers off and put them down on the side of the sink.
“Thanks,” Rosie said and Amy stepped forwards again to brush bits of hair off Rosie’s shoulders. She circled her and stopped behind her, dusting hair off her back.
“Does it look good?” Rosie asked, though Amy couldn’t imagine that she really cared.
She didn’t need to think about her response. “Yeah, you look great,” she told her as her hand slid up to touch the back of her neck. She dusted the hairs away, but when they were gone, her hand remained at the base of Rosie’s skull and she tilted her head back into the touch.
“I don’t wanna go away,” she said and Rosie turned to face her.
“But you’re gonna love it,” she replied and Amy wondered why she never begged her to stay. She knew that if it were the other way around, she wouldn’t let Rosie go. But she also knew that she was far more selfish than her.
“I’m scared and I-” she looked towards the doorway that led back into the main room where the boxes waited to be taken away, “just being here and seeing all this, it feels like the end,” she paused, “you know?”
“It’s not the end, it’s-”
“You sound like Gansey,” Amy said, cutting her off and Rosie smirked.
“Maybe she’s finally rubbing off on me.”
“I hope not,” Amy replied, “because I like you.”
Rosie’s hand came up then, her fingers nudging at Amy’s jawline before she tucked some of her hair behind her ear. It was such a gentle thing to do, which Amy used to find uncharacteristic of Rosie, but the more she let her in, the more she realised that she was actually extremely gentle. You just had to get past her walls first.
She waited and let Rosie come to her, leaning in and kissing her, both her hands trailing down from her shoulders to rest at her elbows to draw her closer.
Amy kissed her back, growing fiercer as she thought again of how much she’d miss this place and this girl and everything that came with it.
Rosie pulled away, her hand slipping into Amy’s, fingers tangling.
“Tell me not to go,” Amy said.
“What?” Rosie’s brow furrowed but she was still smiling, just a little bit.
“You haven’t asked me to stay,“ Amy said, knowing she was being irrational, “not once.”
Rosie’s smile fell then. “Do you want me to?”
Amy shook her head. “I’m just scared that I won’t matter to you or anyone anymore when I’m not here,” she explained, “I’m worried that if I’m not a constant presence in your life, then you’ll move on because why would you wait around?”
“Of course you’ll still matter to me,” Rosie said, frowning. They were still holding hands but Amy pulled hers away.
“I’m just scared,” she said.
“I’m scared too,” Rosie admitted, "because I don’t know what’s gonna happen and I don’t know how things are gonna turn out. But you’re enough, and I know that for definite.”
Amy had to turn away. “Why do you shave your head?” She asked.
It took Rosie a couple of seconds to reply. “To get rid of the bits of me I don’t want anymore.”
“What, your hair?” Amy asked, still refusing to look at her, intent on stubbornness as her only defence.
“You know what I mean,” Rosie said back, “that’s why you asked.“ When Amy didn’t say anything she added, “look at me.”
Amy turned around to face her again. “When I’m gone you have to text me every single day,” she said and Rosie’s smile was back.
“I don’t know about that,” she said.
“Yeah, and you’ll call me too,” Amy said.
Rosie’s whole face lit up with a grin and then her arms were around Amy again and she was hugging her. Amy wrapped her own arms around Rosie’s lithe body and breathed in her scent.
"Everything’s gonna change,” Rosie said, her mouth close to Amy’s ear, “but this isn’t, so stop worrying about it.”
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