#picking

Observing the apple harvest. What the World Eats. 1938.

cotton cookie (cookie run: kingdom) stimboard!

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✮ ━━ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: in which benny tries to win the heart of the sweet girl next door to his enemy, or known as Philips.

୨୧ ━━ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :Puppi love fluff! :3 but maybe some cursing too, i will alsooo make a part two bcs I have nothing else to post 😛

ᥫ᭡ ━━ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : I couldn't find her inbox soo credits to @shycollectionwolfstuff for the idea! Plus the scenes will be inspired by the scene where Philips go to the sandlot and fight with them, and the carnival scene

If benny could describe beautiful in one word it would be y/n.

I mean, who wouldn't? They must be out of their mind if they don't choose the sweet, kind, beautiful girl. With her long h/c hair and her soft features.

Apparently, so did philips think the same about her too.

She was always nice to people unless they disrespect her, she would go from a cat, to a literal witch once she realizes your being mean.

Philips loved her bad side, Benny loved her good side.

And y/n couldn't help but like both of them.

The way Benny would smile at her everytime he would win,

And how Philips would dedicate his first hit for her. The y/n.

It was all so cute until one day...

Y/n was in class, taking down notes when a knock came through the door, sending the class into a stop as students looked up to see who was on the door.

It was Scotty smalls! That new boy who just started to play with Benny after summer started, and now he's here. Holding a bouquet of tulips with a note

"For Ms.. Y/n?" Smalls looked at y/n, giving her a small smile as she stood up to take the flowers and note, of course, not forgetting a thank you before sitting back to her seat.

As she sat, y/n opened the letter, wanting to see what's inside. As she opened it she couldn't help but blush at the sight.

'I heard you love tulips so.. I hope you like these.

- B.R'

The initials B.R. rang through her head like a melody as she shyly puts the note in her pocket like a middle school girl receiving a love letter.

── 𝓝𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓓𝓪𝔂

The memories from yesterday class still rang through y/ns head as she walked to the store to buy some pop and chips.

The bell rang as she came in, attracting a gentlemen her age.

As y/n got her pop and chips, a blonde headed fellow stopped in front of her, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Hey.." The blonde guy said, in which, y/n realizes it was philips. "Oh hi!" Y/n sweetly replied like the sweet girl she was, making philips almost melt in front of her.

"So y/n..i was about to ask you if.. You want to join me and my gang go somewhere. You know.." Philips asked.

"Oh I'd love to! But.. I'm playing with Benny right now.." Y/n sadly spoke. "Maybe another time?" She questioned as she paid her things, making philips dumbly nod as y/n smiles before leaving the store.

After going to the store, y/n headed to the sandlot.

"Y/ns here!" Yeah-yeah declared with a small smile as he waves her to come here. In which y/n happily obliged.

Benny blushes and smiled at y/n. She returns the cute and innocent gesture, also feeling her cheeks flare a pink tint on her plump cheeks before being interrupted with a whistle.

Y/n turns to see Philips, and his gang riding up, making Benny instinctively put his body in front of her. The others threw their hat to the ground, one of them accidentally hitting Tommy but not noticed by the gang.

“What are you guys doing here?!” Yelled, Ham. “I’m here to get my girl!” Philips shot back, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the fat pig in front of him.

“Who’s girl?!” Squints yelled, his voice breaking a bit, but enough to make the others snort slightly. “My girl, y/n!” Silence.

Another.

And another.

All their heads turned expectantly to y/n, even for Benny. She could see the slight hurt and confusion in his eyes. Y/n then interrupted the silence with a sigh, her eyes darting between Philip’s and Benny.

She let her feet lead the way, until it was in front of both Benny and Philips. The girls eyes darted in between them, feeling them question her silently, like a plea, or maybe a prayer. That she, chose one of them.

She opened her mouth, and her words were as dry as a tumbleweed, she swore, she could’ve heard a pin drop. And she opened her mouth again just to mutter the words-