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stuckinsquahamish · 2 years

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Crazy ALOTO Wizard of Oz Thought

The 3 butch Peaches, Jess, Lupe, and Jo are the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman, and the Cowardly Lion respectively.

Each of them appears at first to lack, and then turns out to possess, a personal quality in the same manner as each of these characters.

Let me explain.

Jess: The Scarecrow. A Brain.

Jess appears at first glance to be an uncouth and uneducated heathen from the Canadian hinterlands. She lacks refinement, shall we say. She also lacks the ability to pass, which is a strategy even the other butches seem to be able to employ. The fact that she is so outwardly masculine further compounds her rural vibe to give off a (prejudiced) impression that she probably won’t be that intelligent (I could write a whole thing about why people associate female masculinity with stupidity but that is for another time), and definitely won’t be emotionally intelligent.

This turns out to be wrong very quickly. Jess is smart. She is highly observant, ridiculously emotionally intuitive, great baseball iq, good musical ability, at least a decent understanding of math, plus whatever you would call the rural version of street smarts (woods wits). She’s not a book smart genius or anything, but honestly, she seems like a genius in her own way particularly when it comes to reading people. Like the Scarecrow, people assume she’s dumb. Like with the Scarecrow, they are wrong.

Lupe: The Tin Man. A Heart.

Lupe seems like a complete hard ass from the first moment we meet her and in a lot of ways she is. She’s harsh with Esti, weirdly abrasive in her first interactions with Jess, defensive with Carson, etc. She is competitive, she is here to play. (I am in no way saying this is unjustified, by the way; I think Lupe’s overall harshness is a defensive strategy that makes perfect sense in a world that is coming for her on so many fronts, especially when she’s dealing with racist BS from within her own team.) She tries very hard to seem like she doesn’t care about anything or anyone.

This also turns out to be blatantly untrue, though, often to particularly entertaining effect. It makes for a great laugh, actually- especially in the scene in the bar with her date from the other team (Wait, baby.!..I mean, I don’t know her) and the scene where she and Jess search for Esti (No I don’t care...we need her, I’m worried about the team). Despite her carefully callous exterior (and genuinely tough personality), it becomes clear that she cares. This is especially true where Esti is concerned. Yeah, she cannot show it, but it’s not caring too little that makes her lash out at Esti; if anything it’s the opposite. Like the Tin Man, Lupe seems harsh and cold. Like the Tin Man, she had a heart all along.

Incidentally, Jess and Lupe’s friendship/brotherhood showcases this well for both of them: Lupe’s heart first shows in her bond with Jess, and Jess’s weird little genius enables her to see through/facilitate fixing some of Lupe’s bullshit with Esti.

Jo: The Cowardly Lion. Courage (The Nerve).

Jo is such an under appreciated character, in my opinion. She had one of the best arcs on the show.

From the moment we first meet her, Jo is placed as the more cautious “voice of reason” to Greta’s antics. She is wary of Carson as baseball competition when they first encounter her. She is constantly concerned with Greta breaking the rules, and interrupts and reminds her of them. She is the most reluctant to go to the bar. But through all of this, which we are mostly seeing from a more Greta or Carson based POV, there’s something else happening on the inside. Jo starts urging Greta to go for it. She does go to the bar, and when the worst thing happens, instead of turning tail and running she is bolder than ever. She doesn’t want to hide anymore. She’s not the scared one-Greta is. And she is going to take her moment to shine, goddamn it. She faces the future with courage, and defiance, and even a kind of joy, in the face of everything.

When I first watched the show, I was so expecting it to go a different way, with Jo blaming Greta for talking her into going to the bar and thus getting her trapped in the raid. That would have been the predictable fight. But instead, it went for something so much richer and more interesting, and in that it revealed that Jo, like the Cowardly Lion, had the nerve all along-she was finally ready to use it.

This concludes my rambling unedited analysis.

Who is Dorothy in this situation? Carson, obviously, and I do think these 3 all play a role in her journey pretty similar to their Oz counterparts (Lupe and Jess guiding her at the bar, a more contentious back and forth with Jo-it’s not a perfect match but I see something there). Also I would like to shout out the butch trio dynamic which I wish we’d seen more of-”showering” Lupe with praise, Jess and Jo bonding over boxers, etc.-I think their interactions were awesome and they only reinforce this reading for me as well.

I do also think they each share some physical traits with their Oz counterparts (Lupe is physically rigid, Jo is big and strong, Jess...literally looks like a scarecrow IDK what to tell you) which is certainly a coincidence but entertaining none the less.

Finally, I doubt this reading was written into the text intentionally, but I think it’s a fun way to look at it and thought I would share. I couldn’t fit all of my thoughts in here, unfortunately, but I did my best. This is unedited so apologies for the rough spots. I love this show and its butches! Go Peaches!

#aloto #aloto spoilers #jo deluca #lupe garcia #jess mccready #los hermanos #peaches #aloto analysis #esti gonzalez #greta gill #carson shaw #butch peaches #we are all fucking fruit #a league of their own #a league of their own spoilers #wizard of oz #mine

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provincial-girl · 1 year

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Hey there, so I continue to have Big Feelings about A League of Their Own. This time, I can’t stop thinking about the show’s exploration of the importance of community in general, and queer community specifically, and the ways those communities function as a crucial support network for marginalized groups. The scene where Carson and Greta (and the Peaches) help Jo around the bases feels like an especially important moment, a sort of culmination of the work the show has been doing.

So let’s take a look at what happens. Jo sustains a knee injury that’s a re-agitation of the injury she got from the bar raid; she’s been left hurt and vulnerable as a direct result of her queerness. As soon as Jo goes down, Greta kneels next to her, and Carson sprints out to her as the Blue Sox coach comes out of the dugout. The coach gets to Jo just before Carson, but he remains standing over her as Carson kneels down across from Greta and takes Jo’s hand. Greta and Carson are very clearly cast in this protective pose, flanking Jo while kneeling at her level, while the coach and umpire stand over them in positions of power. The coach doesn’t ask if she’s ok, only if she can walk, when it’s pretty clear she can’t, as Greta immediately points out. The men then speak to each other about what will happen next, and the umpire never actually speaks directly to Jo. Carson protests that “they clearly won,” and Jo calls it a “stupid rule,” but the umpire says “rules are rules.” Greta and Carson share a look and decide that simply won’t do, that they’re not going to let these rules hurt their friend, and they offer physical as well as emotional support as they help Jo around the bases.

Despite the fact that the moment has feel-good sports movie vibes, this scene is, at it’s core, about members of marginalized communities coming together to form a network of support. It’s about a queer woman being hurt and in a vulnerable position, with a white man in a position of power saying “rules are rules,” like nothing else can be done to help her, like he can’t even imagine a possible solution outside of the rules. It’s about Carson and Greta, two other queer women, who share a look and decide, despite the fact that it will cost them something, to work outside of the rules to protect and empower their friend. It’s not even a choice they have to think about, which is made clear when Jo says they don’t have to do this, and Greta says quietly “of course we do.” They offer support when the man in an actual position of real power refuses to do so, because not helping this vulnerable member of their community is unthinkable.

It’s just the three of them walking the bases for a while, a small found family. It feels very intentional that the camera almost immediately cuts to the pained reactions of Lupe and Jess, the two other queer characters on the team (that we know of), and that Jess, arguably the most visibly queer of all the Peaches, is the first to call the whole team in to offer additional support. Jess quite literally clears a path for them, wiping the dirt off each base before they get there. There is no real need for Jess to do that, or for the team to be there, but both things happen, a clear show of support for a woman that the whole team likely knows or suspects is queer, even though doing so will cost them the Championship. Even Shirley, despite earlier misgivings, walks at the front of the group, right next to Greta, without a moment’s hesitation.

What they’re doing is actually sneaky subversive, because the Peaches are, metaphorically, still on Jo’s team, so they’re kind of breaking the rules right under the noses of the umpires. Jo’s team does help her around the bases despite the umpire forbidding it, but she doesn’t have to forfeit anything. These women band together as a community of marginalized people who work outside of the rules to support each other when the men in power barely give them a chance, even actively restrict them.

Speaking of queer community and women supporting women, let’s talk about Bev in this scene. Bev walks out of the dugout to applaud the team as they come down the third base line, and for the only time I can remember in the series, she appears overcome by emotion, like she understands the importance of this moment. Bev walks down the third base line with her girls, an act of solidarity, because this has never been about baseball for Bev. Whether it’s fighting the league trying to trade away players, paying to keep Jo’s name out of the paper, or giving Jess her fines back, It’s always been about taking care of and protecting these girls in the best way she can. Shortly after this scene, she all but comes out as queer when she returns Jess’ fines, which gives this moment extra weight. She sees this team rallying to support and empower a known queer woman, which must be an amazing, overwhelming moment. In that final shot of the team where they circle up and they’re having a moment of quiet reflection, Bev is a part of it. She’s become a part of this community of women, and I just really love that for her.

I actually love this whole ending for all of them, because these characters have found this precious sense of support and community that transcends baseball. They’ve done it in spite of the restrictions placed upon them, found a way to work around society and the league’s rules to make a safe, supportive place for each other. It feels like the best kind of found family, and I love that A League of Their Own prioritizes showing queer characters receiving the love and support and sense of community in the face of all that adversity.

#aloto #jo de luca #carson shaw #greta gill #a league of their own #queer community #meta #spoliers #every rewatch reveals a new and interesting layer to this show #and I am so here for it #please do come talk to/yell at me about aloto at any time of day or night #this show has me in an absolute chokehold in the best possible way #my stuff

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aconites · 4 months

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happy 2024! as it's a new year, i thought this was the perfect time to post a plotting call for those who might be interested in writing with me! if you want to do threads with someone who will message you at the crack of dawn with random headcanons, musings and create graphics (manips, gifs manips, crackships, etc ) for our characters — look no further. i also have no triggers, am sm.ut friendly and i love to do multiple plots with the same partner. bellow the cut you’ll find a list of wanted faceclaims, opposites, ships and plots that i would love to do and if anything catches your interest please give this post a like and i’ll message you. this is for mutuals & non mutuals, so feel free to like this even if we have threads/plots happening already!

faceclaims i’d love to play! * melissa barrera** * greta onieogou* * ana de armas* * phoebe tonkin* * margot robbie* * camila queiroz** * sydney sweeney* * ayca aysin turan * hande ercel * alycia debnam-carey* * simone ashley * melisa pamuk* * adria arjona * anya chalotra * olivia cooke * kristine froseth * grace van dien * grace van patten * jessica alexander* * madelyn cline* * madison bailey * priscilla quintana* * meghann fahy * benedetta porcaroli * camila morrone * riley keough * suki waterhouse* * adelaide kane* * florence pugh* * crystal reed * sophia bush * ester exposito * lily james * lily collins * gabriella wilde* * sofia carson * josephine langford * danielle rose russell * danielle campbell * abigail cowen* * halston sage * camila mendes * brianne howey * gemma chan * eiza gonzalez * lindsey morgan * zendaya * sabrina carpenter * candice swanepoel * elsa hosk * jasmine tookes * emily ratajkowski

faceclaims i’d love to play against!

* all the ladies above * pedro pascal** * ben barnes** * joseph quinn* * joe keery* *christopher briney* * henry cavill * ricky whittle * casey deidrick* * jd pardo * jamie dornan * adam demos * richard madden * sam clafflin * carlos miranda * scott eastwood * garrett hedlund * drew starkey * clayton cardenas * jonathan bailey * jeffrey dean morgan * rudy pankow * felix mallard * dj cotrona* * charlie hunnam** * sebastian stan* * alex fitzalan * dylan o’brien* * nick robinson * manny montana * chris evans* * harry styles * jacob elordi * boyd holbrook

some ships i’d love to do! * any of the above fcs combined tbh. ( m/f or f/f ) * click here for full list since tumblr has a text limit.

plots id love to do! * this unhappily married dad/babysitter plot. * * this angsty/fluffy my best friend is having my baby plot. * * this zombie apocalypse/last of us inspired plot* but also any za plot. * celeb plots! especially this one. something like two super famous actors hiding their relationship or famous person/non famous plots?* * single dad/nanny plots! give me something cute and angsty. * * escort/client plot where she breaks the most important rule… don’t fall for your client* * grumpy ceo/soft assistant plots.* * royal plots! bridgerton esqued plots! * * f/f socialites plot… blair/selena/upper east side inspired muses but make it gay* * college professor/teacher’s assistant plot. * college professor/student plot. * crimey plots? sons of anarchy inspired? or maybe m.afia/m.ob/gang stuff?* * bodyguard/client plots bc i’m a sucker for them* * soulmates plot. i have a whole lore i’ve been wanting to write out for ages so * sugar b.aby / sugar d.addy plots * * best friends to lovers plots ( gimme angst) * WHEN THE M.OB PRINCESS MEETS THE M.OB PRINCE: forbidden love is always angsty so why not do that and add rival g.angs to the mix? muse a is the daughter of the head boss of the local g.ang and is sick and tired of having her life controlled by her overprotective father. so, to rebel against his wishes after an argument, muse a decides to go to a nightclub that her father had always forbidden her to attend. unknown to her, the club is run by the rival g.ang’s boss’ son, muse b, and not knowing who she is, can’t stop looking at her on the dance floor. they eventually bump into each other and after having a few drinks, end up at muse a’s apartment and they hook up. i was thinking they both never brought up their families and their true professions and maybe start to hang out/go on dates and then bam, the truth comes out and drama begins. especially when they can’t stay away from each other.

* MY BEST FRIEND IS A ROCKSTAR: (tw: death) muse a & muse b have been best friends since they were kids and grew up together. throughout their childhood, muse b had always told muse a about his plans to become a famous musician and as he grew older, became more and more determined to make those dreams come true. when they both hit their teen years, feelings eventually grew and the two were head over heels for each other but neither of them was ever able to admit it. they were both terrified that the feelings would be unrequited or that it would ruin their friendships so just imagine the angst of them seeing each other with other people and FGHDFG. anyway, when muse b finally turns twenty-one, he decides to move to hollywood to make his dreams come true, and muse a stays in their small hometown. they keep in contact with one another but as time went on, muse b becomes a huge rockstar with his band and their contact start to drift but they always had each other in their thoughts, wishing they were closer to one another. a few years pass and they still speak but it’s not like before. muse b was hugely successful and enjoyed the life he was now living but always felt like something was missing. that someone was missing… it’s not until he gets a distraught call from muse a telling him that her mother died does he rush on a private jet and comes home to her. after helping her arrange the funeral and being there for her through her grief, he suggests that she comes on tour with him and the band. wanting to run away from everything and everyone in her small town, she agrees. queue cute ass moments on the tour bus, traveling the world and falling in love like they did when they were young. add drama, angst ( because they’re both still dumb and won’t admit to their feels) stadium tours, TENSION!!!, groupies, etc, etc.

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webethepeachesfromrockford · 2 years

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“I really want to kiss you right now.”

Okay, nonnie - here you go. I titled it I'm So Proud to Call You Mine and you can find it on AO3 right here! I hope you enjoy a little Greta POV because this all just sort of spilled out of me before I realized what I was doing. Happy reading, friends!

It’s a genuinely surreal feeling to be a part of something actually worth a shit. Greta never stops being surprised by the fact that she’s playing professional baseball and doing so quite well. Her mind can’t process the wins or the success. It’s too easy to get comfortable in a space that feels good. Greta so desperately wants to break her walls down and jump head first into the cool water of the best thing that’s ever happened to her. That’s a scary thing to do, though. She’s not honest with herself all that much but Greta can admit to feeling fear almost every minute of the day. Being a Peach, playing baseball, learning to love again – it all seems much too good to be true. What she said to Carson when the league first stared isn’t any less real, either. Especially now that she really does want something. Greta’s been waiting for the other shoe to drop since her eyes caught Carson’s out on the street that first day. Being struck in the chest has only happened one other time, though the clash of it was much bigger when Carson came into her life. Greta’s not naïve enough to think she’s above life’s natural order, she’s just not a fan of the repercussions.

Still, Greta’s finding it easier every day to give into the urge to cling to something. Though she wants that something to be Carson, the implications of a thing like that are too grand. Instead, Greta tries to swing open a door and let some of the other Peaches into the tight confines of her life. It’s pretty much just Jess that decides to take the open invitation but that’s okay. Greta likes to hear the normally silent short stop talk about the odd things she’s into. There’s not much in common between them, Greta grew up as an only child with just her mother to do a half assed job at taking care of her; Jess’s five brothers and overbearing parents make Greta a little ill every time she mentions them. Regardless of the obvious differences, Greta appreciates the wide open eyes Jess sees the world with. There’s something to be said about a person that observes every little thing around them. Greta’s often too busy worrying about herself to take in a lot of what’s happening with others. Maybe that’s why she always feels so alone, even in crowded rooms. She’s selfish and that’s an isolating thing.

Becoming a genuine part of the team gets a little easier the better they play. Greta felt like she was walking on egg shells with Dove around. Despite her rocky start, Carson is a great coach that’s bringing the team together little by little. It’s a nice feeling, knowing her small shred of confidence in the other woman was enough to open the team up to the best thing for them. She’s a little biased, there’s no denying that. Greta knows her initial instincts are why she stuck her neck out to begin with but her closeness with Carson contributed too. It’s only fair that Greta force Carson out of her comfort zone when the woman does it to her every second they spend together (and the ones they don’t, too). Never mind the fact that Carson just screams natural born leader.

It only took a little shoving of her shoulders to force the real Carson Shaw out into the light. For others, Greta is good at doing that. When she focuses in hard enough, Greta can pinpoint potential and future trajectories. The talent has always been fool proof but that’s because Greta never lets herself get attached. Though she’s not sure why she’s deciding to do so now, Greta’s been enjoying bending that rule. Being with Carson is like floating on air. Not even Dana made her feel that way. It’s terrifying to admit that she’s falling and it’s happening hard and fast and completely out of her control. Not even pushing Carson away helped, so Greta’s left with only one thing to do. Leaning into it is going to be the most difficult thing she’s ever done in her life.

She tries, though – there’s no denying that. Carson is a natural flirt and Greta’s always tried to ignore it. There are lots of other things going on during the games so it’s usually a pretty simple thing to do. Jo provides a good distraction whenever Greta finds her eyes wandering to their elusive coach and catcher. For some reason, not even the De Luca charm is yanking her attention away from Carson and her dirty cheeks and that gorgeous smile. Greta knows she’s staring, she can feel it in the burn in her eyes with every extra second they refuse to blink. There’s too much shame in the movement, though. Looking away when the sun is radiating in Carson’s hair, lightening the color of it, seems like blasphemy. Carson is always a beautiful woman but there’s something about her in her natural habitat that makes Greta go a little wild. Not to mention the fact that she’s always liked her women with a little bit of fire under their skirts. The woman that Carson is becoming is filled with life and passion and desire like Greta has never experienced before. That alone makes it impossible not to keep her gaze fixated on the radiating beauty before her.

Unlike any other time where Greta would force her eyes away and make use of herself elsewhere, Greta doesn’t move an inch. She simply leans on the bat in her hand and takes Carson in. Her stance as she watches Esti hit the ball. Her smile as the young girl gets on base, cheering something in Spanish that no one really understands. There’s a solidity in Carson Shaw that Greta’s so attracted to. Giving into the weakness of soaking it up is what’s going to be her downfall. Despite the greatness of it and the eager way Greta takes all that she can get, there’s something in the epic nature of the way Carson has her heart that speaks of tragedy. Maybe that’s just anxiety and her own doubt’s manifesting but the inescapable panic remains. She’s done this with so many faceless women that were easy to fool around with and forget when the going got too tough. When everything started between her and Carson, Greta was sure the situation would be the same. It isn’t and hasn’t been from that singular moment in time when Carson looked at her and kept on looking. Those handful of seconds before Carson kissed Greta back for the first time changed life as she knew it. Greta’s not the same person. Because of Carson, because of the things that Carson brings out in Greta, hell, because Carson is so easy to love. Greta’s never met another person like her; that statement becomes more and more true as the seconds pass.

So caught up in her own musings, Greta’s thrown off guard when Jo nudges her arm – “you’re up, Bird.” She looks a little confused about Greta’s drift off into space but says nothing about it. They’ve been around each other long enough to know when to sound the alarm. Despite her outward appearance and easy go-lucky attitude, Greta spends a lot of time with herself, musing and thinking about way too many things at once. It’s not odd for her to drift off – though it doesn’t usually happen during games. Shaking her head to clear the cob webs, Greta climbs the stairs to exit the dugout. Carson’s standing there looking serene and happy and so goddamn good. She sidles up to Greta, bumps their shoulders together.

“You’ve got this, Greta,” Carson says, dropping her voice. With everyone else, Carson gets loud and pumps them up. When she speaks to Greta, her encouraging words are like intimate caresses. They’re said only between them, spoken so lowly that Greta has to lean in to hear. It’s probably a gimmick to have Greta close but it works, so she brushes it off. They’re all hot, sweaty, and covered in dirt. The last thing the crowd is worrying about is the closeness between a coach and her player. Still, it hits a little closer to home in the delicate moments following Greta’s retreat inside. She’s vulnerable and out of her mind a little because those encouraging words make her want to jump Carson right then and there. It’s a different feeling to be so randy in a moment that’s usually reserved for focus and determination. Greta can’t decide if it’s going to be good or bad for her next at bat. It’s still undetermined when Shirley slaps down a single to the left side field and it’s really her turn.

Greta doesn’t push past Shaw until she’s leaned in to whisper “I really want to kiss you right now.” She leaves the words behind with a wink and the splutter of Carson who has no idea what to do or how to handle such a direct statement coming from bottled up Greta. There’s so much satisfaction in the way that Carson still looks dumbstruck that Greta swings at the first pitch without caring what it is or what her call was. Her bat connects with it right in the money spot and the ball goes soaring up and away and over the center field fence. She gasps, simply because her minds been everywhere but on the game yet that ball she just hit was absolutely crushed. Greta tries not to think too much about what it all means as she drops her bat and makes the slow jog around the bases.

If she lets herself investigate even a little into the situation, Greta’s going to find out that breathing deep and actually enjoying the life she’s leading at the time makes her a better baseball player. Hell, simply rolling her shoulders back and letting some of the weight of the world drift away helps. While letting go has always been difficult for her to do, Greta’s starting to find that one look at Carson makes her mind turn to goo, giving way to moments where life isn’t hectic or spinning out of control. Maybe with her lover around, Greta can find a way to relax. All the time, too, not just in those stolen moments where there’s nothing more than her and Carson and the pleasure they give each other. Now that she’s allowing herself to see it, Greta knows simply being with Carson, accepting that another person brings her joy, that’s the real game changer.

The entire team is up and out of the dugout as Greta makes the final turn. There’s cheers and shouts and chants of her name but none of that matters because Carson is looking right through her. While the game is practically over, they have one more guest at bat to field. Greta can’t be so uncontrollably hot when standing on first base and actually making plays is her job. She tries not to give Carson any attention but that’s much easier said than done. Carson can’t resist telling Greta she’s proud and that she can’t wait to celebrate later on. There’s something sitting right under the surface of those words that make it so goddamn difficult to focus on anything but the bend of Carson’s knees as she takes her position behind the plate. Luckily, Lupe is on top form, so not a single bat hits a ball that inning. The game is finally over and once again, the Peaches win. They’re a couple away from earning a spot in the playoffs. When the group dashes out onto the field and everyone embraces, Greta takes an extra second to make sure one of her arms is wrapped around Carson. Since they won’t have time to celebrate right until much later on, the brief moment of contact is nice. Nice enough, at least, to tide her over. Like that’s ever truly been a tangible thing so tangled up in Carson the way she is.

There must be something in the water because all of the stars align for them that night. Since they don’t play until later in the evening the next day, everyone is taking an opportunity to go out and enjoy something other than ball. Greta makes the excuse of a sore ankle while Carson mutters something about game cards and just like that, they’re all alone. Of course, Greta has rules she needs to follow, even if they’re becoming a pesky pain in the ass. She waits to approach Carson until the group has been gone for more than half an hour. It’ll be a risk letting their guard down in the house but it’s one Greta’s willing to take. For once, she wants to have Carson on a flat surface they both fit on. Her knees are starting to become permanently achy from the car’s hard flooring. Though it’s a goddamn blessing to have the seemingly abandoned vehicle for solitude, there’s something to be said about a bed. Soft sheets remind Greta of the hungry look in Carson’s eyes the very first time they crossed the line and had sex with each other. They’re Pavlovian in a way. A bed and Carson immediately elicits a feral reaction.

This time isn’t any different. Greta doesn’t even wait for Carson to lock the door before she’s pushing the shorter woman back against it. Both hands cup Carson’s cheeks, Greta’s thumbs tracing the bones there delicately. They lock eyes and don’t look away until the magnetic pull between their bodies forces them to meet in the middle. Greta’s eyes are closed by then so she misses the huge smile that overtakes Carson’s face seconds before their lips touch. It’s probably a good thing, anyway – Greta’s still feeling vulnerable and something big like a heart stopping smile would be too much. Standing there, kissing Carson with everything that Greta can muster, that’s the move for right now.

It's a slow and steady shift from the door to the bed. Greta eventually gets too paranoid and flicks the lock closed to provide that final barrier. The action is enough for Carson to break away and smirk in Greta’s direction. “What’s gotten into you today?” Shaw asks her, the tone of her voice cocky and rough. Greta likes it so much more than she’s willing to admit. She gives herself a second to rebound from the way her thighs clench before her brain comes back online. It’s such a glorious thing to note the change between the Carson who fumbled in her attempt to kiss Greta back and the one that’s standing before her. She’s a changed woman and Greta is a fan of the confident and put together Carson Shaw who leads them and makes them feel unstoppable. Greta likes the last one the most. Both on and off the field, Shaw guides her with a strong hand and full heart. That’s why Greta is so done in, why her heart is not safe, why, after years of having rules and following them just fine, Greta is finally breaking each of them up and stomping on them for good measure.

Greta’s words are measured when she eventually replies. She wants them to have an impact like her earlier confession so obviously did. “You have, Carson Shaw. Your stupid little backwards cap and that smudge of dirt you always have on your cheek,” Greta takes small steps towards the bed where Carson is seated, looking at her wide eyed. It’s working, so Greta continues. “Your confidence is so sexy, Shaw.” She grins at the cartoon like way Carson’s jaw drops. It’s funny and attractive and so goddamn adorable that Greta has to finish off the distance between the two of them. If she doesn’t pin Carson down and make her be quiet, Greta’s sure more moments of butterflies and unruly heartbeats are in her future. Carson, the gorgeous little asshole, makes her want normal things like ‘I love you’ and long mornings wrapped up in each other. Greta is weaker and stronger in one fell swoop with Carson by her side. She can keep a tether on the rampant feelings when they only exist in her own head. The second Carson gives them life, makes them real, Greta has to deal with them. They’re real – no matter how much it scares her, those feelings are more real than anything that Greta’s ever experienced.

She makes her distraction technique pleasurable to bridge the gap between happy moments and Greta’s intimacy issues. Greta is sure that Carson has picked up on the painstakingly obvious inability to commit or give up anything truly personal about herself. Carson manages to tug a few details here and there but it’s not a lot. Not for someone that shares so much about herself each and every day. While she wants to say that she’s learning to let go and allow Carson in a little closer, Greta honestly doesn’t know how. Giving up control is like sawing off her right arm. She needs the damn thing to throw so every time she takes a step towards breathing in and letting go, her armor comes right back up in the ultimate defense mechanism. None of the other women cared that Greta spoke with her lips on their neck and face and breasts to avoid having to do so with words. Carson understands her, Greta can’t deny that. There’s no other human, aside from Jo, that does on such a molecular level. That’s why it’s all so frightening. Greta gets closer to crossing the line each and every day.

How can she resist, anyway? Greta is the one that initially pursued Carson that first night. She recognized the same thing most housewives in hiding have almost immediately. After putting out a few feelers and reading the room, Greta knew Carson was just like her. The kiss is still something Greta constantly revisits. She never expected the immediate sense of home to wash over her as Carson’s lips pressed against hers. When it happened, Greta immediately became addicted. That’s why she eventually pushed Carson away and ran out of the room. In such a public place like that bar, getting carried away can’t happen. It almost did and that’s sign enough. Greta tried to honor Carson’s wishes and just be her friend but neither of them enjoyed it. Carson’s longing for her affects Greta like a physical ache. Those moments they spent dancing around each other felt like her left ankle on a rainy day, the old injury flares up and pulses with pain until the pressure changes and all is well again. There’s no describing the way Greta’s entire body relaxed when Carson kissed her that second time. She’s still secretly over the moon about it. Suffice to say that Greta’s been dancing around the distasteful concept of falling in love for longer than she cares to admit.

Maybe that’s why she dives head first into the physical stuff any chance that she can. While Greta isn’t comfortable with the hearts and flowers bull shit, she does know the art of talking with her body. She’s intimately acquainted with the spots on Carson’s sides that make her shiver and those that make her break out into uncontrollable laughs. Greta says “you’re beautiful” with the teasing trace of her fingertips through the valley between Carson’s breasts. Cupping each one with reverence is Greta’s only way to say “I want you” without having to strip herself down and be vulnerable enough to actually let the words out into the open air. With a yank and a shimmy on Carson’s part, the shorter woman is naked and writhing on the bed. They haven’t even gotten the comforter and sheets out of the way in their haste to sprint into each other head on. Something in Greta thinks Carson may enjoy the subtle reminders of their time together. Greta still hugs the pillow that Carson slept on last week every night. Though the smell of her shampoo is faint, Greta picks it up with clarity and clings to it. She sleeps better now, having a small piece of Carson near.

Now, she has all of her there so Greta takes advantage. She runs her nails up the insides of both of Carson’s legs, cheekily getting them to spread to make room for her. Carson has taken a position up on her elbows to have a better view. Despite Greta being the one to say so, Carson enjoys watching just as much. It’s hot, too, to have those heavy brown eyes on her like that. Greta loves to look up from the task at hand to see Carson staring unblinkingly at her. She doesn’t skip a beat or hesitate before shooting Carson a wink and doubling down. It’s always nice to taste the flood of wetness that immediately follows. Greta gets off on being wanted and Carson does so like it’s her singular purpose in life. The feeling is intoxicating and scary and deliriously sexy. A desire like that shouldn’t exist but it does and Greta can’t get enough of it. Much like she can’t get enough of Carson.

Especially when that catcher’s strength shows itself in the roll of Carson’s hips as they impatiently push up into Greta’s teasing mouth. She’s making a path for herself down to Carson’s core, trying to make the moment last. It’s doesn’t hurt that Carson getting to the point of impatience is such a delightful thing to experience. Greta teases her sometimes just to see blush spread from Carson’s cheeks and neck down across her chest and stomach. Carson’s body in the throes of pleasure is like art – Greta’s never been much for those types of skills but she feels proud of the tangible painting before her. Sweaty hair that clings to her forehead and blotchy skin looks so good on Carson that Greta shifts her attention and starts to devour her lover with vigor. There’s more time on the horizon for them, Greta can feel it. The teasing can wait.

Greta shifts her position enough to bring her right hand up so her long fingers can part Carson’s folds. The simple act of touching her like that makes Carson howl. Looking up, Greta uses her free hand to make a “shh” gesture against her lips. Though Greta so desperately wants to hear Carson get loud and stay that way, they’re already risking enough. She’ll put the desire to make Carson scream in the fantasy bank for another day. Maybe they’ll find themselves in a bed together some distant time in the future where a little noise made isn’t going to hurt anybody. For now, Greta is plenty satisfied with the huffed moans Carson makes against her hand and the purposeful hitch of her hips to get closer to Greta’s mouth that Carson isn’t shy about. The actions carry the same sort of confidence that Shaw’s been whipping them into shape with, making Greta weak at the knees. She’s desperate herself despite not having been touched.

Carson is less than successful when it comes to completely muting herself, but Greta can’t honestly hold that against her. By the time the catcher is getting louder than a small little palm can contain, Greta is licking her clit ruthlessly. One of her hands holds Carson open while two fingers of the other thrust in and out of her cunt in the same rhythm as her tongue. Greta loves fucking her to the point of shaky thighs and a blitz of muttered “Greta” over and over again. Carson has an orgasm like she does all things, with determination and the raw sort of abandon only passionate people understand. She’s not afraid to reach down and ruin Greta’s perfectly curled hair. Her fingers are demanding as they tug on the strands and choke Greta on her pussy. There’s no ability to breath in air but that’s okay too because Greta can die happy drowning in all that Carson has to offer. The worry is unfounded, anyway – Carson only holds on for another couple swipes of Greta’s tongue before she’s losing it. It’s a miracle that her name doesn’t echo off the walls. Carson holds on by squirming on the bed and closing her thighs around Greta’s head to keep her there. She stays curled up like that until Greta slips her fingers out of Carson with a sigh.

With little kisses to the bottom of her stomach, Greta helps Carson come back down to Earth. There’s a roiling pit of want in her own belly but Greta pushes it away in favor of resting her chin on Carson’s hip to better stare up at disheveled hair and a blissed out expression. Carson has the same look in her eye after she hits a homerun or makes an amazing play at the plate. There’s satisfaction, sure, but something more, too. A small part of Greta wants to believe it’s the fondness for her that colors the look. Maybe it’s wishful thinking or maybe it’s intuition. She’s not alone in the obsessive feeling. Greta doesn’t have to ask Carson to know. Her lover is much more up front and obvious about it in her demands for dates and piss poor attempts at keeping distance between them out in public. Carson would absolutely tell her if she asked. She’s not afraid to battle the monster like Greta is.

Shaking her head of the thought, Greta shoots Carson a smile that’s instantly returned. Suddenly rough hands tug on her, pulling Greta up until they’re face to face. “Come here,” Carson says as she trails her fingers over the swell of Greta’s jaw. “I really want to kiss you right now.” There’s a glow in Carson’s eye as Greta snorts but does as prompted. It’s funny to hear her words from earlier tossed back at her. Unlike Carson, however, Greta’s in the perfect position to lean forward and smack them right out of the park with a sloppy kiss that has them both moaning. In the following moments when Carson flips her over and returns the favor, Greta wonders if being in the dugout will ever be the same. She can’t get the sight of Carson’s blush out of her head as she turned her back and stepped up to the plate.

Maybe it’s a good thing that the memories are tied together like that. Carrying Carson with her everywhere might be the key to continued success. It's hard to think when her orgasm washes over her but Greta’s absolutely sure of one thing – she loves Carson Shaw with everything inside of her. The haze of being taken apart is too much to decipher what that means or what comes next because of it. It’s enough in that moment to be able to recognize what all the fretting and yearning actually amounts to. There aren’t enough days left to treasure the realization or even do anything about it but Greta’s okay with that. With something as big as what’s happening between them a little time and distance can’t break them apart.

Who knows, maybe she’ll break down all the walls and ask Carson to come with her.

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