#shirley cohen x reader

[sawyerconfort]

A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN MASTERLIST

What if...

First Kiss With the Rockford Peaches (+ Max)

When They Get Jealous With the Rockford Peaches (+ Max)

Caught Wearing Their Shirt With the Rockford Peaches (+ Max)

Carson Shaw

Exhaust Valve | Carson Shaw x Fem!Reader %

Greta Gill

Two Weeks and I’ll Be Home | Greta Gill x Fem!Reader 

Lupe Garcia

Dating Lupe would include...

Your Small Insecurities | Lupe Garcia x Fem!Reader 

Jess McCready

Dating Jess would include...

Jo de Luca

She’s Not You | Jo de Luca x Fem! Reader

[the-great-bob-off2024]

let the bob-off commence!

submissions are closed, and we are ready to start round 1!

a few things to be aware of...

78 bobs have been submitted to the tournament, and the first round will consist of 39 matches

each matchup has been decided at random (some of them have put my beloved bob blorbos in dire situations but. we move) by a random name generator - I haven't selected the match-ups myself

each match will last for a week, and I will post two matches a day

you can still send bobaganda (bob propaganda) when the tournament is underway! stick up for your bob blorbos! each poll has a section for bobaganda, and if one of your faves' has been left empty, please help me out by sending some my way! you can even submit reasons that your faves bob should win if they already have bobaganda attached - you can never show too much love to your favourite bob!

enjoy the tournament, and bob speed to you all...

[underneath the cut, I have included the complete list of bob entries - tournament spoilers ahead!]

The Contestants!

Alexander Rozhenko (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Amity Blight (The Owl House)

Anne Shirley Cuthbert (Anne With an E)

Anya Jenkins (Buffy The Vampire Slayer)

Armand (Interview with the Vampire)

B'Elanna Torres (Star Trek: Voyager)

Becky Botsford (Wordgirl)

Bruno Bucciarati (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Buffy Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Dr Charlotte DuBois (Falsettos)

Chris Noel (Dead Poets Society)

Christine Chapel (Star Trek: Strange New Worlds)

Christine "Lady Bird" McPherson (Lady Bird)

Colette Tatou (Ratatouille)

Dana Scully (The X Files)

Dora (Dora the Explorer)

Edna Mode (The Incredibles)

The Eighth Doctor (Doctor Who)

Elastigirl (The Incredibles)

Eleanor Levetan (Do Revenge)

Eliza Pancakes (The Sims 4)

Emma Frost (X Men)

Eurydice (Hadestown)

Fa Mulan (Mulan)

Go Go Tomago (Big Hero 6)

Haku (Spirited Away)

Han Sooyoung (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)

Helmeppo (One Piece)

Himiko Yumeno (Danganronpa)

Jane (Descendants)

Jenny Calendar (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Kathryn Janeway (Star Trek: Voyager)

Kira Nerys (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine)

Kit Kittregde (American Girl)

Komaru Naegi (Danganronpa) 

Lady Mary Crawley (Downton Abbey)

Lestat de Lioncourt (Interview With the Vampire)

Lindsey Bergman (American Girl)

Little Lad Who Loves Berries and Cream (Starburst Ad)

Lola Luftnagle (Hannah Montana)

Lord Farquaad (Shrek)

Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice the Musical)

Mahiru Koizumi (Danganronpa)

Maria Von Trapp (The Sound of Music)

Mavis (Hotel Transylvania)

Mei Lee (Turning Red)

Mei Misaki (Another)

Monaca Towa (Danganronpa)

Mon Mothma (Star Wars)

Mystique (X-Men)

Nancy Downs (The Craft)

Nancy Landgraab (The Sims 4)

Poppy O'Hair (Ever After High)

Quinn Fabray’s blonde bob (Glee)

Quinn Fabray’s pink bob (Glee)

Quinn Fabray’s platinum bob (Glee)

Rapunzel (Tangled) 

Ruby Sunday (Doctor Who)

Sabrina Spellman (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina)

Sophie (Howl’s Moving Castle) 

Spock's ‘break up bob’ (Star Trek: The Motion Picture)

Stephanie (Lazy Town)

Suki (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Tanya (Mamma Mia!)

Tashi Duncan (Challengers)

Taylor McKessie (High School Musical)

Tina Cohen-Chang - gaga (Glee)

Toralei Stripe (Monster High)

Tori Spring (Heartstopper)

Tracy Turnblad (Hairspray)

V (V for Vendetta)

Valeris (Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country)

Velma Dinkley’s live action bob (Scooby Doo)

Velma Dinkley’s animated bob (Scooby Doo) 

Velma Kelly (Chicago)

Willow Rosenberg (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Worf (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Yuki Takeya (Gakkou Gurashi)

[ruassurvivalkit]

💫❤️‍🔥RUA'S MASTERLIST❤️‍🔥💫

💥Rules💥

1) I don't write ageplay, anything sexual to do with bodily functions e.g. vomit, underage, too graphic, beastality etc. Generally what most people on this app consider iffy

2)I have the right to refuse requests

(especially if it goes against rules or I am uncomfortable by the request)

3) don't reblog my stuff or I will find you! (/j about the last part but don't reblog my stuff /srs)

4) Request thro my ask button and do it respectfully or I won't make the request. If you want it to be specific to your tastes, make it specific. If you want me to have my own artistic interaptation then let me know.

5) I ONLY WRITE ROMANTICALLY FOR WOMEN/NONBINARY AS I AM A LESBIAN. (I will write for men platonically) (or the man is man x other character) and I don't write for male readers

6) I write romantic and platonic but you need to be specific. If you want a character to be written as a parental figure, say "can you write for parent!character" or if you want a character to be written as a crush/crushing say "can you write for crush!character or crushing!character"

7) depending on the fandom, I may write for one I don't have listed but i have the right to refuse

8) I write for character x reader and character x character and I'm chill writing with multiple characters if given specifics

9) I may write for a character not listed in the listed fandom but I have the right to refuse.

WHAT TYPE OF IMAGE/ONE SHOT IS THIS?

❣️ - fluff

💢 - angst

🍋 - smut (I am not well versed in writing smut but I'm willing to give it a try)

🕊 - dead dove do not eat

*trigger warnings will be given on iffy subjects (dead dove do not eat)

WHO/WHAT DO I WRITE FOR?

Arcane

• Jinx

• Vi

• Mel

• Caitlyn

• Vi and Caitlyn

Stranger Things

• Robin buckley

• Nancy wheeler

• younger characters × younger characters only as theyre 13-15 in the series(e.g. Max x Lucas or Mike x Will) but will only be cutesy fluff bc aweee

• Joyce × Jim

• Joyce Byers

• Chrissy Cunningham

• Vickie (cannot find her surname for the life of me)

League of their own (series)

• Jess McCready

��� Lupe Garcia

• Max Chapman

• Carson Shaw

• Greta Gill

• Maybelle Fox

• Jo De Luca

• Shirley Cohen (love the girl but platonic only)

• Esti Gonález (platonic only)

Life is Strange

Lis 1

• Chloe Price

• Max Caufield

Lis tc

• Steph Gingrich

• Alex Chen

Feel free to request a character and ill yay or nay them

Yellowjackets

• Shauna Shipman/Sadecki

• Jackie Taylor

• Nat/Natalie Scatorccio

• Tai/Taissa Turner

• Van Palmer

• Lottie/Charlotte Matthews

• Laura-Lee

Hazbin/Helluva Boss

• feel free to request FEMALE characters and I'll yay or nay them asap but male characters can be platonic!!

Bridgerton

• Penelope Featherington(my love my life my wife not Colins 😾)

• Eloise Bridgerton (LOVE HER SM)

• umm idk who else but like requests and stuff! 😼

I also write for

• dc universe

• marvel universe

• 2 broke girls (only Max and depends on Caroline)

• Fallon Carrington the new Dynasty series (havent watched the older one)

• can request a lot of characters from diff fandoms as I always forget what media I watch/read etc until its brought up

• Harry Potter but only when the younger characters are older

• FEAR STREET!!!!

• doric from the dnd movie and Syd from ianowt 👀👀👀

• STRICTLY PLATONIC!!!!paper girls ❤️ I luv them they're such wee cuties but I can do Mac x Kj romantic bc duhhh just not x reader BC DUHHH

• mean girls

‼️DISCLAIMER‼️ This is a stream of consciousness so apologises for the messiness and istg I will actually combust and explode if anyone ik finds this 😔🙏💔

[bowieandqueen11]

Cold / Luke Crain Imagine

Request: Your Luke Crain headcanon was so beautiful!! Can you write more for Luke? If possible can I request something like, the reader has a nightmare or an anxiety attack and he calms her down? I don't think I ever read something with Luke being the sweetheart we know he is and I would love to see that. Make it as long as you wish! 

I’m honestly so grateful my dear @itsjustmylifeconfessions​ that people are still obsessed with Luke!

Comments are always appreciated!

Ever since Nellie’s death, Luke couldn’t stand the cold.

He had been like this, when he was little. Luke had just always been Luke, but he had also been Nellie, the two so closely connected that every little thing he felt, she did as well. Sleepovers were always rough when you were a child, because when the ghosts came out to taunt them, as they always did, you would have to try and hug a terrified Luke in one hand, and reassure a screaming Nellie in the other. Ever since then, every pain, every sorrow, every fear the other felt would overwhelm him so much, he would always need you by his side in the end.

To start, he would always try to fight against it. The cold just happened to be the worst. Every window in your apartment had to be shut by a certain time in the winter, and the heating had to be turned up to a certain degree before he would stop shaking. When the two of you would snuggle down in the evenings to watch a movie, he would always collapse down on top of you, wrapping you up in at least three blankets he had enveloped his broad shoulders in. Nights, nights were always the worst, and although Luke loved you more than anything, he was always the most grateful for you at nights. The time when he could reach out across the sheets and grab onto your wrist in the darkness, slowly shuffling himself awkwardly across the bed until you welcomed him into the warmth of your chest in a half-asleep hug, hiding himself into you under the duvet. You would have to spend the whole night with his head tucked under your chin, trying to stop his chin from trembling as he buried his head into your neck by rubbing your hands over the wide expanse of his back.

It really was the only way to stop him shaking.

That’s why, that night, he was so surprised to find that when he came grasping desperately for you, you were the one who ended up trembling under his hands.

He lifts his head slightly off your pillow, surprise evident on his sleepy features. Reaching one arm over you, he’s careful not to rustle you, or nudge you, as he clicks on your bedside lamp. When he glances over at you, trying to blink the gloom away from his eyes so he could see you properly, was when he started to panic. One large hand cups the side of your cheek, fingertips gently tapping against your skin. He leans up on his left elbow, his frame enveloping you. 

‘Hey, hey sweetheart, come on, wake up. That’s it, wake up, come back to me. It’s alright - we’re home, we’re home.’

You wouldn’t stop however, your body twisting the sheets around your legs as you trembled, your cheeks glistening as you bathed the bed in a cold sweat. He racked his brain, trying to think back to when he was ten years old and how Steve would try to wake him up at Aunt’s Janet’s when he had nightmares about Hill House, about his mom, about Isabelle - the tight grasp of his older brother’s hands against his shoulders, the way the back of his palm would stroke the wet strands of his fringe away from his eyes. Whispering, he would slowly stay with him until he began to gasp awake, one hand tight around his neck as Luke struggled for a breath.

Thank you Steve, he thinks, for teaching me what you learned at big brother school.

‘Alright honey, I’m here with you, it’s alright. Let’s do this together, okay?’

He couldn’t bring himself to do anything that could every remotely hurt you, so when he placed his hands on your shoulder and lifted you gently towards his chest, he did it as if he were delicately balancing Nellie’s cup of stars on his finger. The sweat trickled down your forehead and landed on his thumbs, as he gently massaged your muscles, but he didn’t care - he was too busy stroking the hair away from your eyes, making sure he would be the first thing you saw when you woke up.

‘That’s it love, that’s it. Come back to me. Wake up now.’

He presses soft kisses against your cheeks, his heart beginning to settle at the way you began to relax in his hold, your hands beginning to loosen and tighten as you grasp the bottom of his pyjama shirt. He leaves a final, chaste kiss against your lips, just ever so lightly brushing against them, until he feels you tug at the shirt on his back. Sitting the two of you up properly, he doesn’t loosen his grasp as you take a moment to properly blink yourself a wake, rubbing your back as you take gulping breaths.

‘I’m s- I’m sorry Luke. I didn’t m-mean to wake you up so early.’

He only gives a deep, huffing chuckle in reply, but you can see the relief in the way his eyes dip as he pulls you into his chest. Staying still for a moment, the two of you just sit on your bed, in the light, and the warmth you’re sharing with each other.

'I would do it every second of this lifetime Y/n, if it meant keeping you safe.’

You feel his hands tighten against the curve of your back, and the slight twitch of his cheek as he takes a moment to scrunch his nose against your neck.

‘Do you remember what I told you, the night I asked you to marry me?’

‘The same night Nellie accidentally tripped Shirley up and sent her flying into Theo, who ended up spilling champagne down her blouse. I still remember the look on Theo’s face as he shoved the cake she was holding onto Shirley’s dress.’

He chuckles, reaching his head up so his forehead touched yours. ‘Yeah, that’s the one. Do you remember what I said, what I whispered in your ear, right before I dropped down on my knee?’

‘You’re my home.’

‘That’s right’, he states, his voice firm and unwavering, ‘you’ve always been my home. I’ve always loved you, more than anything. So stop apologising, for anything - I’ve done my fair share of hurting you, and somehow you’re still with me. I’m the luckiest man alive.’

'And a big sap,’ you add, trying not to cry.

‘A huge sap, just for you.’

He shivers against the cold that starts to creep into the room, the early morning darkness starting to fight against the edges of his vision again. This time, though, this time, he doesn’t really feel it. He’s not scared of it, anymore, because you’re here, and you love him, and he’s never going to leave you again.

‘I love you, that’s all. And that’s all that matters.’

[sawyerconfort]

Catching You Wearing Their Shirt with The Rockford Peaches (+Max)...

Right! As always, when I open a new era on the blog, I start with a preference, and since I haven't done that in a while, I decided to use it to announce that I'm OFFICIALLY taking requests for A League of Their Own for now!

Since I watched this series, I've been obsessed with it and the cast in general, so I thought that with the lack of fanfics about them here on Tumblr, I'd start writing some. I hope you like it, and I hope you might be interested in the series as well. It is worth taking a look!

Anyway, let's go to the preference. Starting with a cute one and going until you guys get tired of fanfics with them hahahah

(Just to add, the fanfics with the Heathers and Stranger Things will still appear here and will be free to requests too, if you want).

You can send me an ask or comment on one of my last posts if you have any special requests... the rules and masterlist are fixed on my profile!

Enjoy!

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W H A T  H A P P E N S  W H E N . . .

(Carson Shaw, Greta Gill, Maxine Chapman, Maybelle Fox, Jo de Luca, Lupe Garcia, Jess McCready, Esti Gonzales and Shirley Cohen)

* * *

Carson Shaw

She opened the door with force and haste, not giving a damn about the girls who were jostling each other, just so she could see you step into her field of vision and jump into your arms, giving you a kiss when the girls seemed to walk away. .

“We won!” she screamed, as soon as she parted from your lips. “We won, and it was no fun without you there to celebrate!”

“I know not,” you replied, smiling. “But I'm proud of your victory, that's what matters. I missed you like crazy here alone!”

Carson smiled pityingly and kissed you once more. The two of you were dating, but she had decided that it would be best to avoid public appearances, because people might be suspicious.

Suddenly, she was staring at you with a frown.

“Hey, is this my favorite shirt?”

You blushed violently, caught off guard, thinking she wouldn't notice. "Yeah...", you stuttered. "I was missing you a lot, and I thought I could wear your shirt to have your scent closer to me and lessen the longing, who knows...", it was your turn to frown. "Why? Some problem? Did I get that ugly?”

“I think with the mask on, it’ll work a lot better,” Carson replied, her face serious and her brow furrowed. Seconds later, she was smiling and kissing you again, which made you understand that it was just a joke. “I'm kidding, baby. You don't look ugly even if you were wearing a watermelon around your neck. By the way, my shirt looked a lot better on you than it did on me, you know?”

Greta Gill

It happened in the same context between you and Carson. You were dating Greta and she was out for a game, the final. Knowing that girls would drink after they competed if they won, you knew that your girlfriend would be late and wouldn't be able to meet you.

But the longing was so much that you couldn't stand it. You had to wear a Greta T-shirt to assuage the urge to run after her so you could sleep better with her scent beside you.

When she opened the bedroom door to see if you were actually asleep, she was met with that adorable scene, and of course she recognized the shirt within the first few seconds.

Greta approached you and noticed your chest rising and falling, overcome with sleep. She smiled and pulled the blanket up to cover you completely so you wouldn't get cold.

"Sweet dreams, (Y\NN)...you can keep this shirt if you want", she whispered before leaving and closing the door again, a thousand times more in love with you.

Maxine Chapman

Max smiled at the sight of you getting on the bus, all dressed up and ready for the game you guys would have in another city. You sat next to her as usual and held her hands as she looked you right in the eye. Something was different about her girlfriend.

“There's something about you that doesn't feel right, (Y\N), what is it?”, she asked, still looking at your face.

You smiled, knowing what it would be, but you didn't really respond. "I don't know, what do you think, M?"

“Is it your hair?” she wanted to know. “My mom will kill you if you show up over the weekend with the shortest strands, you know that.”

You smiled again. “No, it's not my hair. Pay more attention, Max..."

She stared at you a few more times until she noticed, biting her lip in disbelief. “I can't believe it, you little thief! You stole my favorite shirt! That's why I wasn't finding it in the suitcase!”

Maybelle Fox

“(Y\N)!”

"Yes love?"

You came across a seemingly angry Maybelle. She was rummaging through her suitcase and had practically all of her clothes lying on the bed in the room she shared with Jo.

Her eyes widened when she noticed what you were wearing, and she walked over to you pushing you on the bed and grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. "How do you dare? I thought girlfriends were for making deals!”

“What did I do, May?” you asked, a little confused.

“Now, isn't it obvious? Look at yourself, honey!”, she smiled, running her fingers through the fabric of the shirt and using it as a form of teasing. “This shirt is mine, it was in my suitcase until yesterday!”

It was your eyes' turn to widen. “Oh, is that your shirt? I thought it was mine! I was wondering about the scent on her!”, you reached out to kiss Maybelle quickly. “Sorry, May, do you want me to take it off?”

She held you once more and smiled, her expression suggestive. “Oh no, honey, not now! You can keep it for now. I'll borrow yours then. Remember how you told me that I would be lucky in the next game if I used it?”

And Maybelle left you there alone, in bed, full of unanswered questions about her, your weird random good luck charms and without the shirt you loved to wear so much. But you loved her just the same, and that was what mattered in the end.

Jo de Luca

Honestly, Jo doesn't really care whether or not you're wearing her shirt, and she even likes to see you go out of her way to tease her, but of course, every now and then some teasing wouldn't be lacking.After all, your girlfriend is Jo de Luca, right?

“Are you wearing my shirt again, birdy? (A/N: I predict a lot of fights with Greta over that nickname, huh)”, she would come telling you, just for fun.

“Force of habit,” you would reply, shrugging your shoulders. "Why? Don't you like it when I wear your shirt, Jo? Say it, and I'll take it off in a minute..."

She smiled and walked over to you, reaching out and kissing the muck that rose when she reached out. “I love it,” Jo replied, kissing your lips afterwards. "But you lack muscles, baby, you'll never get Jo de Luca's muscles, even if you're wearing my shirt."

Lupe Garcia

“Wow, what is this I'm seeing with my own eyes? Díos mio!”

You turned around to face Lupe standing in the doorway staring at you too, and revealing your body in her favorite shirt. Your cheeks flushed and you replied, in a low tone. “Is there a problem, dear?”

Lupe cleared her throat, looked at you with her eyes closed and smiled, approaching your body and taking you by the waist. "The only problem here is that you get extremely hot when you're wearing my shirt, cariño."

Giving in to the teasing, you let Lupe kiss you and throw your back onto the bed, giving you a sly smile.

"But we both agreed that you'd be better off without her, right?"

(I BELIEVE IN DADDY LUPE’S SUPREMACY SORRY FOLKS)

Jess McCready

"Love? Jess?”

“(Y\N)! No! GET MY SHIRT OFF YOUR BODY NOW!”

You smiled at your girlfriend's cute moment. Jess was very attached to her favorite T-shirt, and she hated people wearing it without asking permission. Since she treated you normally, because she thought she had no reason not to, you were on those people's list.

“Love, I'm so sorry,” you paused at the door, peering through the crack open while Jess had her face turned away so she wouldn't face you. "I know you like this shirt, I'm taking it off now, a minute!"

Suddenly, you were pulled inside with tremendous force, and Jess smiled as she pinned you to the wall. “God, you're so cute!” she whispered, kissing you. “You can have my shirt, beautiful, I don't mind. I have decided that I’ll make an exception for you in this regard.”

You smiled and kissed her playfully. “Of course, Ms. McCready.”

“But just for you, okay?” Jess whispered, approaching the door and yelling, now in a very loud voice. “DID YOU HEAR YOU IDIOTS? ONLY MY GIRLFRIEND CAN WEAR MY FAVORITE T-SHIRT, IF I SEE SOMEONE WEARING MY FAVORITE T-SHIRT, I WILL KILL THAT PERSON! THIS IS NOT A THREAT!”

God, your girlfriend was one of the cutest people in the world.

Esti Gonzales

“(Y\NN), have you seen my shirt-”

Esti smiled at the sight of you wearing her favorite shirt. You turned to face her and were about to open your mouth to apologize when she said it, in slurred English. "Don't be sorry, (Y\NN), don't be sorry...you can have her."

"Are you sure? I can give it back to you if you want.”

She shook her head and hugged you, kissing your cheek. “You look cute with her. Besides, what's written on it really resonates with you, you know?”

Your eyes widened. The writing on the shirt was, of course, in Spanish, something you didn't quite master yet. It was getting better, actually. That was one of the perks when she was dating Esti.

"Sorry Esti, I don't know what is written..."

She smiled, giving him a wink before leaving the room. “Novia caliente, which naturally means 'hot girlfriend', something you really are...”

Shirley Cohen

“(Y\N)? What happened? Why are you running?”

You smiled, stopping to speak to Esti in the middle of the room. “Shirl saw me in her shirt, now she thinks I'm going to get a virus or something. You know, she's totally crazy..."

“I SERIOUSLY!” Shirley yelled from the stairs. "YOU CAN GET SICK!"

“You don't have a virus, love, don't worry!” you yelled back from where you were. Shirley went downstairs. “Besides, Beverly asked that all the girls' shirts be washed last week. Any germs that want to get in won't last two weeks with the fabric softener smell in here."

Shirley stared at you as you smiled and hugged her sideways. "Confess, you're jealous of your favorite shirt, that's all."

 “I'M NOT JEALOUS, I'M JUST CAREFUL!”

[sawyerconfort]

How do you think the Rockford peaches would react to being jealous?

(This is dedicated to the anon who asked for jealous Greta Gill also, so enjoy!)

This is Rockford Peaches (+ Max) being jealous...

Enjoy!

Got any requests? Ask me or comment on one of my last posts!

Being Jealous With The Rockford Peaches (+ Max)

W H A T  H A P P E N S  W H E N...

(Carson Shaw, Greta Gill, Maxine Chapman, Maybelle Fox, Jo de Luca, Lupe Garcia, Jess McCready, Esti Gonzales and Shirley Cohen)

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Carson Shaw

She had seen you. Carson had seen the exact moment that man came to greet you in the stands and held you for a long time, causing you to stop paying attention to your girlfriend's game.

When he finally gave you a break, you watched her with intent eyes on the bleachers, baseball bat in hand and a straight face. People who didn't know her and didn't know about you could well imagine that she would be focusing on the hit, but you knew that wasn't it.

However, you didn't return to the subject until they were alone at the Peaches' house. Carson didn't avoid you either, as you thought she would, but the entire time he was frowning and saying little, which was unusual.

“You can talk to me about it now if you want to,” you told her as soon as you closed the bedroom door. Carson looked at you and shrugged. "I just want you to be sure of one thing: I don't live up to anything he wants."

She looked up and smirked, still a little tense. "Carson, seriously..."

"I know, love, I know," she smiled, properly this time, and pulled you by the arm to lie on her lap. Carson grabbed your face and kissed you from every corner, giggling as she watched your reaction. “I just don't like people looking at what's mine, you know?” she whispered teasing you, and you nodded.

“Relax, coach. I'm just yours. All yours."

Greta Gill

You two were at a bar, after a few grueling games, relaxing. And a man came to talk to you just as Greta got up to get the two of you another drink. She was squinting at the situation, assessing the moment when you would be uncomfortable to kick him out. But the moment didn't happen.

So she had to use it another way. Controlling her inner anger, she called out to you aloud, very clearly, without fear of judgment: “Baby?”

You and the man turned at the same time. He looked shocked, and then when you got up and walked towards Greta, she wrapped both arms around you and kissed your neck, staring at the man.

"Oh... you already have...", he cleared his throat, unable to finish his sentence. "Excuse me, ladies, I really didn't mean to offend you ladies."

“Fine,” you said, and watched him leave. When he was away, you turned to Greta. “Love, what was that?”

The redhead smiled and hugged you, kissing your cheek tenderly. “Fine,” she mimicked your tone of voice. “Seriously, (Y\N), you were better once, baby.”

You nodded, and bit your lip in satisfaction. “I love it when you get jealous. It's sexy.”

Maxine Chapman

"Don't look now, there's a girl next to her."

Max couldn't resist, even with Clance's warnings, she looked your way and saw that girl fawning over you and making small talk, making you laugh and that other stuff. Max was jealous of that scene, but at the same time, she felt inadequate and diminished.

When the matter was over, you went to her. And noticed that she was sad. Clance started talking in your ear, but you pretended to ignore her, worried about Max. Pulling her to a corner where no one could see you, you handed her a glass of drink. “What happened, Max?”

“(Y\NN), be honest,” she pleaded, taking a sip. “Am I enough for you?”

“What?” you asked, chuckling. “What kind of question is that, Max? Of course you are! You are more than enough for me, love!”

"It's just that I thought...", she sighed. “Clance saw you. I saw you talking to that girl and I thought maybe you wanted to replace me...”

And then you kissed her, by surprise, understanding that this was probably the first time Max had been jealous, but finding it all very sweet. When you broke the kiss, you wiped her tears and hugged her. “I would never be able to trade you for anyone in this world, Max. You are and will always be the only woman I love.”

Maybelle Fox

"Don't talk to me."

“May? Maybelle, please tell me what happened.”

You tried to get to her, but Maybelle closed the bedroom door before you could try to reach her. As it was not locked, you pushed the handle and successfully opened it. Your eyes strayed to a sullen Maybelle sitting on the bed hugging a pillow.

“Why don't you go after her now, huh, (Y\N)?”, Maybelle whispered, a cute pout on her lips. "I'm sure she knows very well what happened."

You let a scornful chuckle escape. “I can't believe you're jealous of me, Maybelle Fox”, and then you sat down next to her and started kissing your girlfriend on the cheek. "I can't believe you turn into a sulky baby when you're jealous of a girl."

“I don't turn into a sulky baby!” she insisted, ducking. "And I'm not jealous of you, ever."

You smiled again and kissed her a few more times. “You're cute when you're jealous, honey. It's okay to admit...”

“FOR THE LAST TIME, (Y\N), I AM NOT JEALOUS!”

Jo de Luca

"Jo, you're going to end up breaking your bow and darts, honey."

“Should have thought of that before you hit on her, (Y\NN).”

You rolled your eyes, kissing Jo's cheek. “Baby, I didn't hit on her, it was the other way around. And she knew I had a girlfriend, yet she insisted.”

“Prove it to me, little fox,” she whispered, teasing you. “Prove it to me. She's coming over there..."

And then, you glanced at the girl who had flirted with you at the bar. She waved in your direction and was getting close when you just turned to Jo and kissed her hard, practically throwing yourself on top of her and getting in the way of playing. You couldn't see how the girl acted, but when Jo parted her lips from you, she turned and held out her middle finger to the girl.

“Suck it bitch, she's my girlfriend!” Jo yelled, turning to kiss you again. "God, I think I'm going to want to be jealous more often, just to see if you kiss me more easily, little fox..."

Lupe Garcia

"What's up baby?"

You rolled your eyes trying not to mind the teasing, but of course it didn't work because the man was still on your tail while Lupe was getting drinks at the bar.

It was a gay bar, what the hell was he doing there?

“How about we go over there in the corner, huh? Chatting away? Drink a little something? What do you think, huh, sweetie?” he whispered, getting closer and closer to you and making you uncomfortable. "I promise we'll be quick."

“Hey, idiot!”

Lupe's voice reached your ears, and the smell of her cigarette was present as she pulled you away. “What do you think you're doing with my girlfriend, man? Leave her alone.”

"I was just trying to make small talk, be polite..." he explained. “But I can include you in the conversation, Latina, with no ulterior motives. Unless you want."

You tried not to throw up as Lupe approached him, and when she threatened to punch him, you grabbed her arm. “Leave my girlfriend alone, you asshole! Get out of here now!”

He rolled his eyes and left as Lupe pulled you away, a cigarette in his mouth and a smile behind his teeth. When you were alone, she took the cigarette out of her mouth and threw it on the floor, kissing you hard.

“You are mine, (Y\N), I would do anything for you”, she whispered before you could say anything. It was always like that when Lupe got jealous, and you were getting used to it all...

Jess McCready

"Jess, tell me what's wrong, please!"

Silence reigned in the Peaches' room. You and Jess had just gotten out of practice and, being teammates, were facing the same dilemmas, this included people of all kinds looking at you all the time. All possible looks.That would always be uncomfortable. And Jess hated being uncomfortable.

"Jess, love, please, if you don't talk to me, I'll never know...", you tried to get her attention, but there was nothing. "Did that guy say something to you?"

"Ever heard of 'shut the hell up'?" she asked you, rudely. And so, you finally realized the problem in the situation.Jess was having a fit of jealousy.

You surprised her by jumping on top of her and knocking her onto the bed. You glued your lips to hers and didn't stop kissing her until Jess gasped and pulled you by the collar away from her mouth.

"What the fuck, (Y\N)?", she asked, her tone still rude.

"Nothing, I just really like it when you're jealous of me."

Esti Gonzales

It was the first time you and Esti had gone out politically on a date. Because of her time as a player, and because of her Spanish, of course, she didn't spend a lot of time with you.

She was crazy to be able to go out and get into the midst of Americans, and she was even crazier that she would do that to you, who was a few years older and highly responsible. In addition to being a girlfriend, you were an example for Esti, an example of the person she wanted to be when she matured a little more.

And your date promised to be pleasant, if it weren't for a guy getting up to walk over to your table and offer to buy you dinner, seeing you'd forgotten your money.

"I can pay for you and your daughter, no problem."

Wait a minute. Daughter?????

"Oh, actually, I would appreciate it, but...", you lost the words, in the face of embarrassment. The way he looked at you… God… was he really hitting on you?

Suddenly, Esti stood up, taking you by surprise.

"I'm not her daughter, you idiot! I'm her girlfriend! And I really think you should get the hell out of here now."

That was a clear demonstration that Esti Gonzales was jealous of you. And you thought it was cute, of course.

Shirley Cohen

"She insisted, said it was just a tantrum."

You smirked at Carson as you walked into the Peaches' bedroom, following your girlfriend, who was lying in bed looking the sickest in the world, as if she was suffering from some incurable disease.

"Shirl, baby, it's okay."

"YOU'RE NOT WITH THAT ANEMIC GIRL, ARE YOU?"

"Shirley," you grinned, knowing she was dying of jealousy and just didn't know how to handle it. "Remember I told you to live one thing at a time? No need to throw a tantrum because I went to talk to my best friend, honey."

"(Y\N)...", she sighed, sitting up in bed. "Oh God, I'm a total mess, aren't I?" she pouted. "I'm sorry honey, I don't know how to deal with all this avalanche of feelings for you. You know how it is, I've never dated a woman before..."

"I don't care," you replied, sitting down next to her. "You're just looking out for me, showing you care for me. But you didn't have to get sick because of me, Shirley."

'"She is your best friend?"

"Just best friend, I swear."

Shirley sighed again and hugged you. "I'm sorry, I promise I'll never be jealous again, or end up in a hospital bed..."

"Not if I'm here to take care of you, love."

[sawyerconfort]

Could you do your First kiss with the Rockford peaches? (And max)

YAY! OF COURSE!

So, hope you guys are enjoying the ALOTO phase of the blog, I'm really excited and planning to post more about our girls, so please (I know I'm being annoying but...) ASK FOR PROMPTS OR PREFERENCES WITH THE PEACHES!

Ok, let's do a preference for anon!

I'm more excited than usual for this! Hope you liked it!

Got any requests? Ask me or comment in one of my last posts! I'll be glad to write for you guys!

Enjoy!

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First Kiss with The Rockford Peaches (+ Max)...

W H A T H A P P E N S W H E N...

(Carson Shaw, Greta Gill, Maxine Chapman, Maybelle Fox, Jo de Luca, Lupe Garcia, Jess McCready, Esti Gonzales and Shirley Cohen)

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Carson Shaw

Okay, so this was after a while when you guys met. Carson knew you had a crush on her, but she didn't push you to come out because she knew it was harder for you to own up to your feelings than it seemed.

Until one day, the two of you were talking, in the game's locker room. Being a baseball and Peaches fan, you held the ball out of your pocket toward her with a smile and a flushed face.

“Could you give me an autograph, Carson?” you whispered, embarrassed, hoping she could deny it.

But to her surprise, she didn't deny it. And she wrote on your ball.

Shortly afterwards, Mr. Baker came to call her.“Wait,” she asked, but not to him. "I need to do something before I leave..."

And, by surprise, Carson glued her lips to yours, catching you off guard.

“Sorry,” she whispered before leaving, with a goofy little smile and a redder face than you did when you asked her to give you an autograph.

And of course she left you wanting more.

Greta Gill

It happened at the bar. The two of you were talking, in a moment so beautiful that probably no one would dare to interfere. And they were a little drunk, of course, because who ever? But they were sober enough to know what they were doing.

And you were in an uproar because you agreed to go out with Greta Gill. All the men and women were completely envying you now, that's for sure.

Greta's laugh woke you from your thoughts. “Oh, I love this song!”

It was some jazz playing in the back of the bar, but since you couldn't risk missing this opportunity, he quickly got up from the stool he was sitting on and extended his hand towards her. "Do me the honor of this dance, Miss Gill?"

Greta smiled again. “With pleasure, Miss (Y\L\N).”

The two of you got up from the stools and started twirling around the room, in time with the jazz. At one point, Greta's eyes were getting lost in you and leaving you disconcerted.

“God, I don't think I've ever laughed as hard in my entire life as I do today,” she whispered, giving you huge shivers. “It's all because of you, (Y\N).”

"Me? No...", you laughed to yourself. "I'm not that special, Greta."

Suddenly, she touched her chin with her index finger and pulled it up. “And who said no?” she whispered. "There has to be some reason I couldn't take my eyes off you, so if you're not special..."

You were going to open your mouth, but she silenced you quickly. And then she glued her lips to yours, not hesitating for a minute, still continuing to twirl you around the bar.

That wasn't your only kiss, not that night. And not in the others.

Maxine Chapman

You and Max had agreed to go on a date at the movies. It was your first date, even though you had known each other for a while and had a strong friendship. And you had just agreed to watch The Wizard of Oz. You had it as a favorite movie and you wanted to see it every day.

It was fun hanging out with Max. Until she started taking the movie too seriously...

“She just wants to go home.” she whimpered. "But she can't."

“Max”, you smiled, turning to her. "It's just a movie, there's nothing."

“It's not just a movie, (Y\NN). It's a reality..." she muttered philosophically.

You laughed and got closer to her, taking the opportunity to steal some of her popcorn. She didn't seem to mind, she was busy wiping away tears. So you just stretched out your fingers and wiped away her tears, touching your fingers to hers.

"You're so deep... but I think that's amazing about you...", you whispered, and for the first time she looked you right in the eye. “I think everything about you is amazing.”

“Can I, like… kiss you?”, she whispered, very close to your lips. "Lights are out, no one will see us, I promise."

You didn't wait for her to finish. She pressed her lips to hers like there was no tomorrow. And Max stopped crying to focus on the buttered popcorn-flavored kiss, which was the best she'd ever tasted.

Maybelle Fox

As Beverly's only living relative, you used to accompany her as a chaperone to Peaches training. It wasn't intimidating for you to watch girls play baseball, and not see your mother giving orders all the time.

The only thing that could make you nervous on the field was a short blonde with dark eyes.

You tried not to think about Maybelle in the final moments of the game. She was disappearing into the massive silhouettes of her teammates, so it was very easy to get her out of your focus. Until the ball was hit at a huge height and practically shot through the air very quickly.

The crowd's eyes widened and you imitated them nervously. Suddenly, the ball hit a huge, fuzzy brown glove in the hands of someone strangely small. And the crowd went crazy in the stands.

It took a long time for you to realize that Maybelle had managed to hold the ball and ensured her team's victory. The girls went to celebrate with their teammates and then formed a huge circle around you and Beverly, who ran to hug them.

“We did it, (Y\NN), I did it!” Maybelle yelled, running towards you in those little shoes. “I got the ball and I got the ball for you! I defended in honor of you!” "What-"

You were interrupted by Maybelle's soft lips clinging to yours. You didn't even have time to react, because it was a surprise kiss that upset your heart and only made you think about reciprocating as much as possible.

When she parted, she was blushing and looking down.

"Oops...", she muttered, smiling slightly.

You gave a silly smile, feeling your cheeks burning, and did the first thing that came to your mind. He grabbed her by the feet and twirled Maybelle through the air, in a chorus of giggles that ended with more cute, adorable kisses.

If every Peaches win was like this, you'd be in profit...

Jo de Luca

You were competing for darts at the bar. And Jo was determined to win. But the gamble had been a little different this time: every time you got it right, you had to kiss each other. Jo didn't know how she'd gone along with the idea of you, but she did, having nothing to lose.

"Alright, you cunning fox, it's game time...", she whispered, very close to your ear, ready to distract you. “If you're over fifty, I'll kiss you. If not…you will be without a prize.”

You closed your eyes, rolling them to pay more attention. And he threw the dart with all his might. He dropped to exactly sixty points. And Jo's eyes widened.

“It's not possible!” she cried, shocked. “NOBODY WINS FROM JO DE LUCA! NOBODY! I've been training darts since I was eight!”

"Shut up! Accept that you lost!” you yelled, grimacing.

“Fine, then, shut up,” she whispered, and you bit your lip.

When your lips touched Jo's, she knew she couldn't stop. And she let you prolong the peck for a real kiss. Your eyes closed in reflex, and when they parted, both your lungs failed to breathe.

“God…” you whispered, shocked. “It was better than I imagined.”

"I think I want to play again...", she muttered, giving a sneer.

Lupe Garcia

Lupe couldn't stop looking at you. You were in the stands of a special and important game and it looked like you had been sent as a lucky charm. The Pitcher was getting excited by her presence and was hitting every ball that threw her.

When the game was finally over, and the Peaches still lost, she went to talk to you outside the Peaches House.

"Hey, stranger..." she whispered, close to your ear.

“Lupe!” you blushed. “Hey, it was... it was a good game, it's the first game I've watched and honestly you guys have great potential...”

"I hate to be too modest, but..." she smiled, clearly flirting. “But we only won because you were there. And I couldn't stop looking at you for a minute. You were like... like my good luck charm, you know? Not mine, but a charm...”

You smiled, shrugging your shoulders. “You know how to make small talk, eh, Pitcher?”

She smiled and lowered her head, biting her lip. “I could teach you my techniques…one day, when you, and if you agree to go out with me…,” she whispered. “A simple date, nothing fancy, I don't like it. Something like a bar, a pizza, a simple baseball game from another team...”

You smiled again. “I don't think it's a bad idea...”

Lupe winked at you, giving you a suggestive smile. And then she tucked the ball into her huge, fluffy glove before whispering in her ear, in Spanish, “Eres una de las chicas más hermosas que he conocido.”

And then, before leaving you in the clouds, Lupe gave you a quick peck.

Jess McCready

“Come on, (Y\N), truth or dare?”

“You look like a bunch of eleven-year-olds!”

It was true. The Peaches used to play games before baseball, but they had never been on a spree of asking each other questions and challenges, and you were sick of it.

“I didn’t get it, (Y\L\N), truth or dare?”, Greta repeated, teasing you.

“Truth, Gill,” you muttered, looking around at all the girls, waiting for some suspicious response or reaction. Carson laughed and leaned over to whisper something in Greta's ear, but she already had something on her mind. "It didn't take me this long to decide, Greta, and I didn't even need someone to guide me!"

Greta glared at you, then whispered, at the top of her lungs,

“Of all of us,” she pointed to the wheel. “Would you hook up with one of us and why would you hook up with that person?”

It was her turn to glare at Greta. She knew too much.

"Alright, alright..." You raised your hands in surrender. “Honestly, I would pick Jess. Because I think she's cool and pretty."

The girls' screams echoed through the locker room, and Ana even ruffled Jess's hat as she stared at you, shocked, giving a disbelief laugh.

“Wait a fucking minute,” she yelled, looking into his eyes. “Is this serious?”

You shrugged and leaned forward in order to surprise her with a kiss. Jess's eyes widened, but she responded without fear.

And the girls screamed even more in the background, just not to lose the habit.

Esti Gonzales

“Esti, what happened? Why are you crying?"

Esti lifted her head to face you, and a few small tears escaped her eyes. "Wanted... cinema...", she replied, still slurred with English, but willing to make you understand what she meant.

The Rockford Peaches girls had gone to the movies once again. And Lupe had said she couldn't go because of her broken English, because people would never understand what Esti meant.

You smiled, sighing and sitting down next to her. “Hey…” you whispered. “It's okay, seriously. One day you will be able to go to the movies.”

She sniffed. "I will not go..."

“I'll take you, I promise,” you replied, sticking out your pinky. “It's a pinky promise, it can't be broken.” You lifted her pinky finger and placed it next to yours. "Don't cry, Esti, honey, you're doing fine..."

She smiled, and took your face with both hands. "You're one of the nicest people I've ever met, (Y\NN)..."

And then, she surprisingly gave you a peck.

Shirley Cohen

“Shirl?”

You surprised her with a huge leap when she appeared at the bedroom door. She turned to you with wide eyes. "It's going to scare me to death one day, (Y\NN), I swear to God that-"

You chuckled derisively. “Now do you eat canned food?”

Her eyes scanned the room and found the cans scattered across the bed and on the table where the lamp was. Shirley shrugged. You waited for her to answer, patiently.

"I'm trying new things..." she whispered. “I'm tired of thinking that everything is wrong or that everything is wrong. It's time to innovate.”

“I enjoyed seeing it,” you smiled proudly. “And what is missing now?”

"One thing only...", she whispered, a little tense.

And by surprise, she pressed her lips to yours. And separated them in a few seconds. And she looked at you with her eyes still wide, while you smiled. I wasn't going to talk aloud about your crush on her, but it would probably come out and you would speak up when you could.

"God! What did I do?” Shirley asked.

“You kissed me!” you said, loud enough.

She pursed her lips. "I did? Ah..." and then, she smiled. "It was good. It was better than kissing a man, really. But I never kissed any man.”

[bowieandqueen11]

Welcome Home / Luke Crain Imagine

Request: Hello, love!!❤️if possible could I get a hill house fic with Luke?:) like an au where the whole fam is alive and happy & reader is with Luke and has helped him w his addiction and everything and then luke brings reader to meet his fam🥰& they have heard sm about her so they cannot wait to c this person luke loves sm. And just like the fam teasing them and seeing how cute they r together !❤️omg thank u sm!!! Srry this was so long lolol 

Thank you @teenagekook​ this is what Luke deserves :’) I’m sorry if I don’t do it justice!

Comments are really appreciated!

‘Y/n, are you really sure you’re ready for this. My family is... a lot. And they’re not exactly the quietest bunch in the world’, Luke starts as he stands nervously next to you on his parents’ doorway. ‘They’re definitely the most over the top...’, he mumbles off, sighing lightly to himself as he makes out the silhouette of one of his sisters sprinkling confetti on the dining room table through the mesh curtain. Nellie dances past the chairs, humming to herself as the glitter falls like soft rain from her fingertips, nearly colliding into Theo whose busy placing bottles of wine (and a sly bottle of vodka near her seat) in the centre of the table.

You take his attention away from the window by wrapping your left arm around his waist, and using your other hand to ring the doorbell. Luke allows you to pull him into your side, his own hand awkwardly fumbling out of his hoodie pocket to rest on the small of your back.

His fingers start digging in, ever so slightly, when he can hear his mother gasp, ‘oh, they’re here! Hugh, could you get the door love’, from the other side.

‘I’ve already had to deal with one maddening Crain, how much trouble can the rest of them be?’

‘Well, they’re a lot like me.’

You turn to gaze at your boyfriend, a wild smile on your face. Reaching up, you dust a few curls of his hair away from his eyes, focusing so intently on tucking it back behind his ear that you miss the look of absolute awe that twinkles in his eyes as he watches you. 

‘How’s that?’

‘They already love you so much.’

You hit Luke on the chest as he chuckles, the two of you so distracted by each other that you don’t hear the heavy patter of feet until Hugh Crain’s delighted, welcoming face appears behind the door. Luke almost sighs to himself again when he sees his dad dressed up in his best suit and a checkered blood red tie, but you manage to elbow his hip just in time to stop the first rush of air.

‘Welcome you two,’ Hugh extends his hand out to you which you eagerly shake. ‘You better hop right in, Shirley’s starting to get cranky about the potatoes burning.’

It was incredible, meeting the Crains. It was just like coming home, returning to some long lost family you had only ever remembered meeting in your dreams. That was it, you suppose. You, straight away, walked through that doorway and came home to your family.

~

Olivia and Hugh’s forever home was beautiful, and you remarked so when you took a seat at their dining room table, having been led through to the heart of the house. Everything was shades of warm, the halls filled with displays of life - photos, drawings, little post it notes the family would leave each other. It just felt so full of history, of joy, of affection, you just wanted to curl up in one of the corners with a hot cup of tea and let the place envelop you.

They smile at each other, noticing the way Luke smiles at you as you take the seat between him and Nellie, the brightness in his eyes that seems to glow out into the room and lift everyone’s mood - even Shirley, who finishes messing with the plates and takes her own seat between Steve and Theo with a twitch of her own lips.

‘We did that’, Olivia whispers as she leaves Hugh’s arm to take her seat at the opposite end of the table, ‘they remind me so much of us.’

‘How do you manage to put up with him!’

You shrugged from where you sat next to Nellie, the two of you leaning your heads together as if you were long lost best friends, giggling naughtily at old memories. ‘I mean, we have this whole twin thing going on where we can feel what the other person is going through sometimes, and I just wanted to say thank you.’ Your eyes widen in surprise as Nellie drops her fork to grab your hand lying on the edge of the tablecloth, her face suddenly falling into seriousness as she turns to look at you. ‘This is the most calm, and the happiest I’ve ever been able to feel in my whole life. So, thank you.’

‘I hope you two aren’t talking about me’, Luke pipes in, placing down his glass of wine to peer over at the two of you with an amused grin.

A brussel sprout hits Luke on the forehead as Theodora reaches over to take some more vegetables. ‘As if they would. They’re too busy talking about how I’m going to steal your girl from right out under your nose, Luke.’

She winks at you as she sinks back down into her seat, Steve chuckling into his beer and managing to spill some out onto his chin. Shirley just shakes her head, pretending not to be charmed by you, but as she sees the way you link your arms through Luke’s, and press a kiss against his temple, she can’t help but begin to smile either.

‘I’m serious, Y/n, if you ever get bored of him, you know where I live. Plus, if it will help sway your mind, you haven’t even seen the baby photos of Luke! We’ll have to get those out later, the dorky glasses-’

‘Oh, Theo, stop’, Nellie clicks her tongue and waves a hand at her sister, but even she can’t stop the infectious laughter that seems to be making its way around the siblings.

‘Y/n, dear, are you ready for dessert now?’, Olivia chimes in, shooting an amused yet slightly disapproving glance at her children. They don’t stop though, and in the end Steve has to duck his head down to try and stop his chest from shaking. ‘Hugh and I spent the afternoon making your favourite! Luke has talked about you so much I feel as if I know you just as well as my other children-’

‘Mom!’ 

Luke sinks down slightly into his chair, using one of his hands to slightly cover his eyes. ‘This is so embarrassing.’

You only reach over to grab his hand with a small grin, ignoring the kissy face Theo was making at Luke.

‘That sounds wonderful, thank you Mrs Crain.’

‘Oh please, call me Liv dear. You’re family.’

You feel your heart flutter in your chest as Hugh and Liv start to get up and walk towards the kitchen, the rest of the siblings following suit as they collect up the plates, and the dishes, all of them bustling and chattering with each other as if you had never been out of place at all.

You didn’t notice them turn to look at you and Luke, the way you laugh with each other as you try to grab the same fork at the same time, the way your eyes light up as if you’re the only two in the room. They all share the same loom with each other, that knowing, that fond appreciation that their family had just grown by one more welcome member.