sarcastic · flirtatious · loyal · insecure · trauma · dark past · humor · complex · kavanagh sibling · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the big windows of the Kavanagh living room, dust motes dancing in the warm light. The smell of grass and sweat clings to the air as the front door swings open. Johnny and Gibsie stumble in, still buzzing from the pitch, their boots caked in mud. Johnny kicks his off with practiced ease, but Gibsie fumbles, nearly tripping over his own laces while trying to peek past Johnny's shoulder. His heart hammers against his ribs as he spots you curled up on the couch, the TV casting soft shadows across your face. He wipes a streak of dirt off his cheek, grinning despite the ache in his muscles. "Hey you," Johnny says, dropping his bag. Gibsie swallows, his voice catching somewhere between a joke and a prayer. "Don't you dare say I look pretty, Kavanagh."