#lupe garcia fanfic

[novacqnes]

omg a part 2 to blue moon pls perhaps with lupe smut, maybe ms holiday (love that thank u) goes to a game and some other girl (peach or other team) flirts with her and we get jealous lupe…………. hot

you are brilliant

rumor has it // lupe garcia

warning: 69’ing with lupe, jealousy, possessiveness, dirty talk, top!lupe

pairing: lupe garcia x fem reader

a/n: i wasn’t planning on writing a part 2 originally but i love everything about this so here we go (also i had to google baseball terms for this so if they’re incorrect forgive me)

anticipation radiated off of the crowd as the teams tied. it was the final inning of the game and the blue sox batter stepped up to home plate. you watched nervously as lupe prepared herself for her final pitch. 

she placed her feet shoulder width apart winding up her arm, she then lifted her leg parallel to the ground extending her arm as far as she could, exerting all of her power on the baseball. it flew from her grasp and past the batter and straight into carson’s mitt, first strike. 

a sudden burst of cheers came from the crowd but it was too early to celebrate. silence swept over the onlookers as lupe took her spot once again, repeating the same series of moves almost ritualistically. 

she launched the ball and it soared through the air, the batter swung hard but to no avail and it landed into the mitt, second strike. 

excitement poured out of you and the rest of the peaches as it came down to one last pitch, it was on lupe. frustrated, the batter stepped up once again bracing for the impact as hundreds of eyes landed on the pitcher. 

taking a deep breath lupe reeled the ball in and with all of her strength sent it flying, faster than she’d ever have. it took even carson by surprise as she caught it losing her balance. the crowd erupted into cheers as the peaches took home yet another win. 

you shot up joining along as lupe searched for you in the crowd, sending you a small grin before joining the rest of the peaches on the side. she was practically oozing with pride and part of it was because of you. 

since your initial meeting at the bar the peaches— or more specifically lupe had been on a winning streak. her performance was better than ever before and most importantly she was happy. 

after each game she’d make her way towards your apartment allowing a beautiful relationship to bloom between you— within the walls of your home that is. due to the risks the two of you made sure to limit the displays of affection to indoors, only going out when it was safe, which was rare. 

however after enough convincing lupe gave in and you were able to finally watch your girlfriend in action. seeing lupe in the game she was an entirely different person and it left you to wonder what else there was to her. 

dozens of people poured off from the stands as the game came to a close, leaving a few others and the teams. although it was completely safe, you made your way to the field, hoping to sneak just a few moments with lupe before going home— but she was nowhere to be found. 

the longer you waited the more stares you drew from the blue sox, most of not all curious ones. the attention caused an uneasy feeling to fester inside of you and you were sure you’d made a grave mistake. 

turning on your heel you began to make your way to the exit when you felt a soft, alarmingly gentle hand on your shoulder. when you whipped around it wasn’t lupe but a tall, slim blue sox player. she had curly blonde hair that fell at her shoulders and a wicked smirk. 

“looking for someone?” she asked.

“i was, but i think i’m just gonna head out.”

her eyes ran over your body as she took a step closer. most of the players were distracted by this point but a few gazes remained, a certain pitcher being one of them. 

“that’s too bad….this your first game?” 

“that obvious?” you chuckled, nervously picking at the hem of your skirt. 

the longer she held you under her gaze the more nervous you became, it was wrong but you didn’t know how to pull away, not without making things worse. 

“sort of….you know i like to remember people’s faces in the crowd, especially the new ones.” she purred.

her voice dropped to a teasingly low tone as she stepped closer, drastically diminishing the distance between the two of you. her pupils burned with pure lust as they landed on your lips, setting your cheeks ablaze. 

craning her head to the side she leaned into your neck, her breath gently fanning your ear. 

“i can’t—“

“i’ve seen you sing at the bar downtown…rumor has it that you offer private shows from time to time.” 

a sweltering heat buzzed underneath your skin as the blue sox player watched in amusement. a shit eating smirk spread across her lips as she watched you back away, calmly making a beeline towards the nearest exit.

before you could even make it towards the fence you noticed lupe standing just a few feet away with her arms crossed over her chest. to say she was livid was an understatement.

“lu!” you exclaimed, rushing towards her, “jesus, you won’t believe what just happened-“

yet before the details of your latest encounter could leave your mouth lupe had already walked away, not even sparing you a second glance. she stormed across the field into the peaches changing room, leaving you behind. dumbfounded, you stumbled into the room along with her. 

“um…what the hell?”

an eerie silence filled the room as lupe refused to look at you, angrily pulling off her uniform. you stepped closer to her putting a gentle hand on her shoulder when she whipped around to face you, her skin a deep red. 

“why are you here?” she barked, pointing an accusatory finger at you. her tone was hostile, a complete contrast to how she normally was with you. 

“excuse me?”

rather than pulling away you held your position gazing into lupe’s fierce brown eyes— she was fuming. her fists were balled at her sides and her nose scrunched, causing tiny lines to form. 

although she was doing her best to appear intimidating, you weren’t scared, more so intrigued. you’d never witnessed this side of lupe and for some reason it stirred something deep inside of you. 

“you said you wanted to see me. then when i come looking for you i find you flirting with the blue sox pitcher,” she spat.

jealousy was laced in each and every word that left lupe’s mouth. the way she spoke of the blue sox pitcher and seeing you with her— it all read envy. your relationship had rarely ever been put to the test of outside influences. therefore experiencing it for the very first time sent lupe into a fit of jealousy that she had no way of containing, or so she thought. 

“honey, i do wanna see you. what you saw- i promise it’s nothing.” 

you brought your hand over to her cheek, cupping it in your palm to reassure her, but she wasn’t fully convinced. now, lupe didn’t doubt your ability to be faithful in fact it was the least of her worries. her biggest gripe was with the thought of someone else talking, touching or even thinking about you in the way that she did. 

she saw it in the bar, the way both men and women flocked to you with their awful methods of flirting. they’d gawk at your body and gush over your singing just to win you over, but it rarely ever amounted to anything. however seeing fellow players have their shot with you was completely uncharted territory. 

“you don’t believe me, do you?” 

lupe remained silent but that alone was enough confirmation. it was becoming abundantly clear that words alone weren’t going to convince her. you wrapped your arms around her neck, ushering her closer as she felt your chest press against hers. 

“what would it take….to convince you?” 

lupe snuck her arm around your waist, her eyes burning with desire along with hundreds of possible ideas that ran through her mind. but she finally settled on one when her eyes landed on the wooden bench just a few feet away. 

“i’d like to witness ms holiday in all her glory.” she teased, eyeing you up and down through your tight floral dress. her lips brushed against your neck sending a small buzz of pleasure to your skin, and with that you knew it wasn’t about singing. 

she left behind a trail of small kisses up your neck, just enough pressure to tease you. you gripped onto her tightly as she made her way up, slipping a man’s underneath your dress. 

you cupped her face in your hands, desperately kissing with lustful desire. remnants of tobacco lingered on her tongue but you ignored it, pushing yourself against her even more. 

pulling away lupe helped you undo your dress, savoring each image of your body as you undressed. after you were fully naked you turned towards her, eagerly tearing off the rest of her remaining clothes. 

she went to lay on the bench first, laying flat when she gestured for you to come closer. tentatively you walked towards her lower preparing to get on your knees when she stopped you. 

“i want you up here, on my face.” 

her words rushed straight to your core causing you to yearn for lupe more than ever. you positioned your legs on opposite sides of the bench hovering over her mouth. slowly you began to sink down, gasping at the warm wet contact of lupe’s tongue against your clit. 

you clutched onto her thighs, leaning forward as she ran her tongue along your dripping pussy, relishing in every moan and whine she was able to draw from your lips. 

“fuck….” you cried, gently circling your hips on her face. she wrapped her arms around your legs enticing you to come closer, pursing her lips upward with an extreme fervor. streams of pleasure raged through your body from your pussy, egging lupe on even more. 

“you like that, holiday? like how i fuck you with my tongue.”

“oh—fuck—i love it,” you mewled.

she gradually tightened her grip on you, giving you no room to run. she sloppily ran her tongue around your clit, sucking it into her mouth before moving on to your dripping hole. freeing one hand, she spat on her index finger before slipping it inside. together, she wrapped her tongue along the sensitive flesh, curving her finger to awaken your g-spot. 

writhing above lupe, you could hardly contain yourself. your back slowly began to give, causing you to lean forward, just a few inches from lupe’s own heat. to preoccupied with your pleasure to notice this her pace weakened. the once fast flicks of her tongue dampened to tauntingly slow flicks that left you craving more. 

without hesitation began to place deep kisses over lupe’s clit, sending a shiver up her spine. 

“shit—y/n….keep going.”

she parted her legs a bit further enticing you to delve in further as did she. she wrapped her lips around your sensitive core, swirling her tongue along your folds, forcing you to moan into her pussy. the sweet vibrations of your mouth on her sent lupe into oblivion as she held onto for dear life.

your legs began to shake in her grasp, leading her pride to surge with each cry and obscenity that fell from your soft lips. she adored the sight of you unraveling, clinging onto lupe as if she was your whole word. it was further confirmation you were hers. 

“want you to come all over my face— i wanna taste every part of you,” she groaned.

“lu, i’m so close—more, more, please.”

hungrily, you lapped up her fluids paying extra attention to her delicate nub. however, it grew increasingly more difficult to stay focused as her fingers toyed with your g-spot bringing you closer to a splintering high. lupe could feel it, how you wrapped around her fingers so deliciously and sloppy each movement of your tongue, you were moments away from an orgasm taking her along with you. 

the insatiable ache between her legs rapidly built as she fueled yours. your pleas became more incoherent by the second, and lupe’s muffled by your core. she could feel herself losing control as your body went still above her. a shattering feeling rippled through your body, causing you to write helplessly against lupe. reeling from her own orgasm she pressed deep kisses into your thighs, soothing you. 

“you did so good, baby,” she cooed. 

with the last bit of strength left you shifted away from her face lying lifelessly on the wooden bench. she moved towards you, gazing at your sweat covered face.

“do you believe me now?”

“mh, of course.” she grinned, swinging an arm around you as you leaned in closer. 

“why is that?”

lupe trusted you, therefore it was never a question of loyalty she just simply needed reassurance. and both of you found that sex was a more pleasurable way of doing so. one where she was able to have you all to herself, which was something she wasn’t afforded at the bar or even on the field. 

she smirked, “well for one, you can’t fake sounds like that. two, i’m the one that got the private show… so i guess the rumor is true.” 

#a league of their own #aloto #lupe garcia #lupe garcia x reader #lupe garcia x female reader #aloto fanfic #aloto smut #lupe aloto #lupe garcia smut #lupe garcia angst #lupe garcia x fem reader #aloto fic #lupe garcia fanfiction #lupe garcia fanfic #sapphic #wlw smut #wlw #a league of their own x reader #lupe request #requests

[i-cant-feel-my-eyebrows-barbara]

Lupe Garcia x Reader

Warnings: nothing crazy, just domesticity with some spice at the end lmao

Oh and its definitely not great so that's a warning, I wrote this in like 20 min and I have not written fanfic in probably a decade nor have I proofread this

I had an idea and figured I'd just put it somewhere because there is a CRIMINALLY LOW amount of reader inserts for aloto in general and I'm still in a chokehold

anyways have fun with this I guess here you go

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• It was 5 am on a Saturday morning a few weeks before the beginning of the season, and Shaw called for practice 3 times a week until call

• Just so happened that she also called a team meeting bright and early this morning to go over plans for the season

• Rolling over beside a completely knocked out Lupe, you pull off the covers to sneak out of bed

• Before you can get your feet off the mattress a warm arm wraps around your waist and tugs you backward, her breath hitting your shoulder blade

• "S'too early baby, don't leave me yet"

• Leaning into her, you run your fingers along her forearm and press a kiss to her hair

• "Not too early if I have to shower and make breakfast before you leave me for the day."

• Lu let's out a groan and digs her nose into your neck, "practice isn't for another two hours. What do you need that much time for?"

• "Saturday's croissant day and I started the dough last night, and I like to take my time. Go back to bed grumpy, I'll wake you up when they're ready. I'm gonna go shower."

• She huffs out a laugh, "yeah and leave me all the freezing water when you're done. You always take up the hot water"

• "Never said I had to take one by myself," you turn to nudge her forehead with yours to catch her eyes

• Lu cracks a smile and pushes your shoulder to the bed to face her looking down at you, "flirting will get you nowhere this early, pretty"

• "Flirting, with you? I'm just trying to save time and hot water, no funny business hot shot"

• She leans down to catch the corner of your lips in a short kiss, "oh yeah? No funny business huh?"

• You roll over ontop of her for a moment before kissing her cheek and standing up-- much to her dismay

• "If you want to have breakfast and be at practice on time then there better not be, Garcia. And I can't send my girl off hungry and worn out, can I?"

• Winking at her and turning to stroll out the door to the bathroom you can hear the smirk when she lets out a chuckle and sits up to stretch, gazing after you.

• After turning on the water and letting it heat up you feel arms wrap around your waist and lips graze the shell of your ear

• "Can croissant day be tomorrow? I can deal with cereal today"

• "You're sounding a little desperate there, Lu. Do you want something?" you can feel her grip tighten as her lips drop to your neck. The steam from the shower begins to heat up the bathroom, her touch lighting up your skin as her fingers go for the buttons on your night gown.

• You turn your head slightly to catch her eyes once more with a smile, "oh and I completely forgot to mention, I bought more of that lemon verbena soap and lavendar lotion you like"

• The corner of her mouth twitches upward before bringing a hand to your cheek and kissing you fiercely and turning to press your back to the wall

• "Check the mouth, smart ass."

• She barely got out the door in time and Jess chewed her out about being late later, not that she'd have done anything differently

#lupe garcia #lupe garcia x reader #lupe garcia headcanons #aloto #a league of their own #i dont know if this is the only sort of fic ill ever post here but im taking a chance and choosing to have no shame over writing this lol #lupe garcia fanfic

[fictionalfairyy]

Hey yall i wrote this really quick/short fic… it has this oc i made up (Dolores) shes latina and its a Lupe fic. I usually ship jess and Lupe and will probs be writing more structured stuff with both of them but i thought this was cute so i wrote it in class and it has Spanish speaking Lupe,hurt and comfort fluff, and just cute stuff <3

@somebodytoundress @poorlittlegreenie13

@paranormalic @ohfinlee @ilefttmblrbutluvu

#lesbian #a league of their own #butch lesbian #lesbian blog #lupe garcia #queer #roberta colindrez #vintage lesbians #aloto #lupe garcia fanfic #fanfic #aloto fanfic #Lupe garcua fanfic #baseball #one shot #flufftober2022 #fluff #hurt/comfort #latina #latina fanfic #latina oc

[marsconer]

what if lupe garcia fanfiction ? she’s so girlfriend boyfriend

#oc fanfiction #a league of their own fanfic #a league of their own #lupe garcia #lupe garcia x reader #and childhood friends to lovers and #a butch femme dynamic those were very common on the old days and i really feel like exploring that

[poorlittlegreenie13]

Nobody talks about how Estí specifically asks Jess to sing AND how Estí knows all the words to the song in English already. What are we thinking here - did Jess teach Estí the song to cheer her up? Did Estí ask Jess to teach her? Did she learn it before she left home because she was so excited and then taught Jess? I’m obsessed with all configurations.

#a league of their own #a league of their own fic #aloto #aloto fanfic #aloto series #a league of their own series #jess mccready #lupe garcia #lupe x jess #jess and lupe #jess x lupe #Estí #Jess Lupe and Estí

[gendergeezer]

"then what do you like?"

fanart for the fanfic full-bellied moon

#jesslupe #aloto #a league of their own #full-bellied moon #aloto fanart #jess mccready #lupe garcia #my art #this fanfic is so good #thank you for your time

[drowseyqueen]

This!! This was the scene where I immediately thought to myself “ship it” and never looked back

#I’m very much considering writing fanfic for these two #and I haven’t written anything in a long time #they are so important to me #butch4butch #aloto series #aloto #a league of the own series #jesslupe #lupe x jess #jess mccready #lupe garcia

[bee6r]

Bee's Masterlist

to join my taglist... just comment!

💖fluff ~ 💔angst ~ 🔥smut

~ I Don’t Feel Safe Anymore {Daryl Dixon x Reader} 💔

          Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

     ~ Wake Me Up {Daryl Dixon x Reader} 💔💖

     ~ Never Leave Me Alone {Daryl Dixon x Reader} 💔💖

     ~ How Could I Ever Stop Loving You? {Carl Grimes x Reader} 💖

     ~ When the Ship Goes Down 💖

          Jess McCready - Lupe Garcia

     ~ Lupe Garcia Headcannons 💖

     ~ Jess McCready Headcannons 💖

     ~ Just a Girl at the Bar {Jess McCready x Reader} 💖🔥

          Part One - Part Two

     ~ For Ever and Ever {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💖🔥

          Part One - Part Two

     ~ Bruised but Not Broken {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💔💖

     ~ Nightmare {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💖

~ Coming Home {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💖

~ Will You Be Mine {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💖

~ Opposites Attract {JJ Maybank x Reader} 💖

~ Secret Lovers {Rafe Cameron x Reader} 💖

~ The Concert {Rafe Cameron x Reader} 💖

~ Gamer Boy {JJ Maybank x Reader} 🔥

~ Midnight Dances {John B Routledge x Reader} 💖

~ Rushed Reunion {Gally x Reader} 💖

Part One - Part Two (COMING SOON)

~ Coffee and Heartbreak 💔

     ~ Kinky 🔥

     ~ Girlfriend

          Part One 💖- Part Two 🔥

     ~ Masculine Girlfriend 💖

     ~ Swimming 💖

     ~ Jealousy 🔥

     ~ The Yacht 🔥

ALL BLURBS POSTED UNDER #BEES BLURBS

#masterlist #obx #walking dead #twd #the outer banks #a league of their own #aloto #jj maybank #jess mccready #lupe garcia #daryl dixon #carl grimes #imagine #smut #fluff #fanfic #rafe cameron #bees blurbs #tmr #the maze runner #minho #gally #thomas #newt #tmr gally #tmr newt #tmr thomas #tmr x reader #john b routledge #john b x reader

[theweaverofworlds-official]

ok I need more Jess Lupe modern AUs (like specifically with them on the US Women's National Soccer Team). I just want to shower them in all the trappings of modern butch lesbianism without the canon-era homophobia, is that too much to ask for?

#jess mccready #lupe garcia #aloto #a league of their own #jesslupe #ao3 fanfic #just some thoughts #pls someone write this fic #don't make me be the one to do it cause I know nothing of soccer and its going to be bad #also I have no plot #just them and women soccer #that's it #the brain rot is real

[nobodysdaughtter]

the first time i saw you i knew with you to light my nights

Lupe García/Jess Mccready

(1.4k words, modern au, one-shot)

Before bedtime, Jess is puzzled by Lupe's frequent photography sessions focused on her. She wonders why someone would choose to capture so many pictures of her specifically, though deep down, she might already sense the answer.

#lupe garcia #jess mccready #jesslupe #aloto #aloto fic #a league of their own #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #the party ended hours ago and i'm still here

[novacqnes]

blue moon // lupe garcía

summary: lupe often found herself longing for someone to love, but one night when she stumbles into a bar she realizes that she just might have.

warning: alcohol and kissing

word count: 2.3k

pairing: lupe garcia x fem reader

a/n: a corny romance fic inspired by billie holiday’s ‘blue moon’ (side note: i know lupe has been with a lot of women but let’s just pretend that she’s embarking on a celibacy journey and hasn’t for a while)

the bar smelled of wine and vanilla when lupe first trailed in, following the unmistakable aroma. it led her to a half filled room with people scattered all over focusing their attention in one direction.  

she hadn’t intended on entering the small lounge that sat on the corner of the long street. she’d passed it numerous times after baseball practice but this day, unlike the others, it felt alive. 

she couldn’t help but take notice of the sweet, sultry voice filling the area accompanied by a mellow tune. the room was dimly lit besides the bright light in the center of the room illuminating a figure, the same direction from where the music was coming from. 

blue moon, 

you saw me standing alone

lupe walked deeper into the crowd investigating the source of the voice when her eyes landed on a figure standing in the center of a small brown platform. the mystery singer stood elegantly in front of the crowd singing a beautiful ballad that left the patrons— including lupe astonished. 

she found herself hypnotized by the woman standing before her, so much so that she couldn’t look away. gradually becoming more invested in the performance— and the person behind the voice. 

without a dream in my heart, 

without a love of my own

the lyrics sung held a deeper meaning for lupe, they spoke of an intense longing for love, and for someone to finally fill a void of loneliness. again and again lupe found herself desiring those very things. baseball kept her occupied but it couldn’t mask her hopes that one day someone would finally care for her the way she wanted them to. it was as if the lyrics were calling to her.

blue moon, you knew just what I was there for,

you heard me saying a prayer for, 

someone I really could care for

she took a seat at the nearest open chair in order to get a better view of the singer. the bright light reflected off of her skin adding an almost translucent hue to the performance. lupe felt like she was floating, watching in complete awe. 

and then there suddenly appeared before me,

the only one my arms will ever hold

i heard somebody whisper, "please adore me"

and i looked, the moon had turned to gold

you finally peeled your eyes open looking out into the crowd of mostly familiar faces. it’s a tendency of yours to close your eyes while you sing— not out of fear but habit. it helped you truly focus on the words by making it feel as though you were alone. 

when you reached the far right of the bar you spotted a distinctive new face within a sea of old ones. and you couldn’t help but allow your eyes to linger on the person a bit longer. 

she had rich dark curly hair that sat right at her shoulder. which complimented her soft brown doe eyes. she didn’t look like anyone you’d ever seen before? which made the mystery person all the more interesting. 

blue moon,

now i'm no longer alone,

without a dream in my heart,

without a love of my own

the crowd erupted into cheers as you sang the last few lines of the ballad, your gaze on the woman never faltering and neither did hers. you gave a short bow, stepping off the platform with only one thing on your mind. 

you began to make your way to the girl when you felt a tug on your arm. when you turned, dozens of eager customers awaited you and it was going to make the path to the girl much more difficult without people noticing. 

by the time you pulled yourself away from the group the girl was no longer in her seat but was headed towards the exit. you beelined across the room, cutting off her path to the door. 

“leaving so soon?”

this was the closest you’d been to her all night and the pressure began to set in. lupe could smell the scent of perfume— your perfume wafting through the air as you stepped closer, your knee lightly brushing against hers in the process. 

she sighed, “yeah, i have a game in the morning.”

“a game?”

“i play baseball and we’re on a bit of a losing streak.”

lupe’s eyes roamed over your body as you stood in front of her. amusement curling her lips into a grin. your heart began to race. you had no clue as to why a stranger, a beautiful charming stranger had such a hold on you. 

“i’d hate to waste your time, it’s just this place doesn’t usually come alive until after midnight and i wouldn’t want you to miss it.” 

“oh, really?” she chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest. lupe wouldn’t have been able to get past you even if she wanted to. and she found it quite adorable. you ushered her back to her seat, settling down right beside her. 

you began, “yeah, listen i’ll tell you what…..”

“lupe.”

“lupe, how about this. in exchange for your time all of your drinks are on me?” 

a sly smirk spread across her lips, you were persistent and cute. she had no idea why you were so adamant on her remaining at the bar but she refused to question it. she couldn’t remember the last time anybody pursued her in that way and it made her want to say yes all the more. 

“okay, i’ll stay, make it worth my while ms holiday.”

you beamed, “you won’t be disappointed and you can call me, y/n.”

“y/n….i like it. but i like ms holiday too, you sounded like her up there, it was really good.”

“you’re sweet.” 

“yeah?” lupe smirked, breaking the ice as she leaned forward taking on a teasingly low tone. she was careful not to draw the attention over to you but enough to get the message across, causing your cheeks to heat up instantly. 

“so what’ll it be lupe? whiskey, rum, tequila, beer?” you exclaimed, turning to the bartender to deflect from the brewing tension.

“i’ll have a beer.” 

you watched lupe sip her beer, running her tongue across her lips when she was done with each taste. she felt your eyes lingering on her lips and it only made her want to show off even more, she couldn’t believe you were married. 

“is your husband okay with you staying out so late?”

you sputtered, “what?” 

“your husband?” she gestured to the cheap ring on your finger, curiosity and a bit of jealousy seeping into her voice. 

“no-no i’m not married. it's a gift, an old one but i don’t have a husband.” you mumbled.

“why not? if you don’t mind me asking.” you shook your head, eyes darting to the ground as lupe stumbled to find the right words. 

“what i’m trying to say is you’re beautiful, you can sing, and clearly you know how to handle your own. any guy that hasn’t been shipped off can see that.”

you blurted, “well maybe it’s not them that i’m interested in.”

you looked up from wooden floorboards, your eyes connecting with lupe’s at once and that was all you needed to say. immediately she nodded, taking another sip of her bitter drink. 

“does that mean I have a chance then?”

“you’re first in line, but enough about my love life, what about you?” 

“me? oh there have been so many women i can’t even count,” she lied.

“is that so?” 

“yep.”

she gulped, her pitch going up at least two octaves as you stared her down. her face was that of a liar, especially a terrible one but you couldn’t help but laugh. a warm giddy feeling surrounding the two of you as both you and lupe bursted out into a fit of giggles. 

“i’ve never met anyone like you.” you purred, proudly grinning at the woman in front of you.

“i could say the same about you too.”

the lights began to brighten as a new song switched on, sending people onto their feet to dance. ‘falling in love again’ by billie holiday began to play through the radio, filling the room with an upbeat jazz tune. you hopped to your feet with only one pursuit in mind, holding out your hand to lupe.

“dance with me?”

“here? won’t some of your….customers have a problem with it?” she muttered. lupe briefly scanned the room, quickly noticing an abundance of heterosexual couples spread across the vast floor. 

“most definitely but there’s a backroom that only employees have access to.” you smirked, whipping out a silver key.

lupe found it difficult to hide the small smile finding its way to her lips, following you through the crowd. and in the moment she was sure she would’ve followed you just about anywhere. 

the short journey led to a small brown room located at the back of the bar with a table, chair and few snacks in the corner. you walked to the center of the dim room, gesturing the woman over as you began slowly moving your hips. 

“why’d you bring me here?” she asked, taking you by the waist. 

“i wanted to get to know you.”

the quiet music from the main room echoed into the back room enough for you and lupe to hear it. she followed your lead, pulling you close as you danced to the melody.

“but we could’ve done that out there.”

“it’s quieter here, more privacy.” you whispered, wrapping your arms around her neck.

now, lupe was used to hooking up with people, in fact, it was quite easy for her. she knew what to say, what lines worked best and how to flatter people but with you it was almost as if all that was forgotten. 

she didn’t know what to say, what lines to use or how to flatter you. she found herself intimidated by you and it wasn’t because she was scared but because she wanted more. the longer you two danced, the more the idea became ingrained into her brain. 

“are you okay?” you asked, the gap between the two of you gradually closing as you moved throughout the room. lupe was practically pressed up against you, however you didn’t mind. her scent, embrace and presence felt like a warm blanket of comfort that you never wanted to be away from. 

“yeah, why?”

okay would be the last word lupe would use to describe herself, she wasn’t fine, she was falling. this entire evening, it felt like a dream. being here with you, it was everything she’d ever wanted and she was terrified of it ending. 

“your heart’s beating really fast.” 

“i’m scared,” she admitted.

“of?”

“i don’t want this to end.” lupe held onto you a bit tighter this time. she closed her eyes, allowing the music to carry both you away along with it. 

“who says it has to?” 

she went silent for a moment, dancing with you as she thought for a while. lupe was used to false hope, being let down by people so much so that she refused to believe in the possibility of you two ever existing outside of those walls together. 

“all goods things do, y/n. it’s rule number one in the handbook of life,” she scoffed. 

“i don’t believe that.”

“what?” 

you challenged, “what are you really afraid of?”

she peeled her eyes open, pulling off her hat so that you could fully see her. her curly dark hair rested at her shoulder, crowning her beautiful face. you could’ve sworn she was going to kiss you but instead she leaned in, gently brushing your ear with the tip of her nose. 

“being alone,” she whispered. 

you saw a hint of vulnerability in her lupe’s gleaming eyes and you never wanted to let go. you couldn’t fathom how in just a few hours you could care so deeply for someone you’d just met. 

“lupe i can’t remember the last time anybody made me feel the way you did tonight.” you ran your thumb up over her cheek, catching a glimpse of the clock in the corner. 

“if you think i'm just gonna let you waltz out the door and that be the end of it, you're wrong.” you laughed, walking over to the small table in the room. you pulled out a paper and then your bright red lipstick.

“i have an apartment downtown, it’s not too far from here, take the address.” 

you handed the slip of paper over to her with your address sloppily written in bold red letters. lupe’s heart swelled as she clutched the paper in her hand, ensuring its reality. 

“i know you have to go so i won’t keep you any longer but after you win your next game, stop by. it’ll just be the two of us.” you promised.

“y/n?”

she continued, “can i kiss you before i go—“

you didn’t even give lupe the chance before launching yourself at her. you pressed yourself against her with desperation and need, cupping her face in your hands as your lips smacked over one another. the taste of beer lingered on her tongue as she swirled it over yours, deepening the kiss even further. 

your hands roamed all over lupe’s body as she held you, it felt like hours had gone by but the kiss only lasted a mere 10 seconds before you heard your name being called again by the audience. hesitantly you pulled away, placing a light kiss on lupe’s cheek and leaving behind a red lipstick stain. 

“i’ll see you soon,” she whispered.

you stepped out first allowing the attention to flock to you so lupe could slip out undetected. you sauntered back onto the stage watching lupe head for the door, giving you one last comforting look as she mouthed a ‘thank you.’

all of those lonely nights you two had spent under a blue moon, calling out for someone for someone to love and you were heard at last. the smell, the taste of each other remained throughout the night as you and lupe went back to your respective lives. impatiently waiting and counting down the minutes until you could finally see each other again. this time without any intrusion from outsiders nor pestering fears of loneliness.

#lupe garcia #a league of their own #aloto #lupe garcia x reader #aloto fic #a league of their own x reader #lupe garcia fluff #lupe garcia smut #lupe garcia x fem reader #a league of their own fanfic #lupe garcia fanfic #lupe garcia x you #lupe garcia x y/n #lupe aloto #lupe garcia x female reader #lupe garcia fanfiction

[i-cant-feel-my-eyebrows-barbara]

Sick

(Lupe Garcia x Reader)

~Lupe gets sick from winter in Rockford, and Reader takes care of her (Reader is from the Midwest)~

(Note: reminiscent of all of the jesslupe Moosejaw fics which are so beautiful, but this is reader insert and I've never been to canada-- but I can definitely speak for illinois

Also when I mention 'hot cereal' I mean like cream of wheat or oatmeal and not like microwaved cheerios I didn't want that to be confused lmao my old roommate used to microwave her cereal)

Also this got super long but that's fine

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• So say you and Lupe decided to stay in Rockford for the off season

• Winter time in the Midwest was not kind to someone who's rarely encountered pretty cold weather

• Lu has probably barely seen snow more than a few times in her life, so Illinois winter comes as quite a shock to the system

• You, on the other hand, are not new to the ever changing snow textures, black ice, wind chills below freezing, and endless potholes that make up lovely Illinois

• Now Lu could handle a few ice patches on the road with a bit of practice, and didn't let out a peep when it came to shoveling the driveway with you after the first big snow of the season

• What she couldn't seem to conquer, though, was the wave of cold and flu as a gift from the falling snow and blowing winds

• It was 8 PM after a pretty large snowfall in the middle of December, light flurries still falling softly

• You and Lu had been outside for a good hour and a half shoveling and clearing the driveway and sidewalk earlier this afternoon

• Lu had been bundled up enough for most standards, though you do wish she'd worn just one more sweater underneath her jacket and maybe a second pair of socks (it was 0° windchill and nearly a foot of snow, after all) but she'd insisted she was fine

• Once the snow was cleared and you both got inside you immediately sent her to change into fresh clothes and got a blanket ready for you both by the fire place

• Dinner went by without a problem, just bread and warm soup while still near the fire

• Now though, you become a little concerned when you feel her body lean more and more into you sleepily, and you can hear her teeth chatter slightly.

• You bring your arms closer around her and touch the back of your fingers to her cheek and feel the chill still on her skin

• Tutting once you brush your hand over her shoulder to gently wake her, "Lu, honey, let's get you to bed. You're cold and I don't want you getting sick"

• She looks at you with her soft eyes shining with exhaustion and hums in agreement, letting you pull her up and groaning when you make her keep your shared blanket wrapped around her before moving anywhere

• You put out the fireplace and turn back to her, and let out a laugh when you see her furrowed brows, eyes half-shut, and slight pout

• "C'mon trooper, you've had a long day in the cold" you wrap your arm around her waist and lead her to your bedroom and get her under the sheets and heavy comforter. Lu's out like a light in moments, you following closely behind her

• The night was as usual, the sunlight peaking through the curtains the way it does every morning. Another normal day

• That was until you heard a sneeze, followed by a groan and sniffle

• Sitting up, you look down at the culprit, "Oh, Lu, baby"

• "Don't say it, I'm not. Just let me get up and I'll be fine" yet as she moves to get up, her body yields inward with a sharp cough, and immediately lays back down

• "Yeah, no. Nuh uh, not happening. You're on bed rest, sicky"

• Lu rolls over to face you, her bottom lip sticking out as her hand reaches for your hip, "Kiss it better?"

• Leaning in, you fake going toward her lips before quickly pressing a quick kiss to her forehead

• "In your dreams, buster. Oh, and you're definitely burning up."

• "You're so mean"

• "Oh, so so mean. Back under the covers while I make tea and something warm" you climb out of your side of the bed and immediately cross your arms when she keeps her pout and doesn't move "Hustle, Garcia"

• She groans and does as instructed, nearly disappearing under the duvet while you head to the kitchen

• When you return shortly after, you set down the hot cereal and mint tea on her nightstand with a few pills in your hand. You look past the covers and see your sickly partner sleeping peacefully, lightly snoring from her stuffy nose

• "Poor baby" you say quietly, still unsure of whether or not to wake her just yet

• But she stirred anyway, "I am not a baby" she pretty much whined while rolling over to face you groggily

• Smiling down at her, you press a cool hand to her feverish cheek, which she nuzzles into, "that feels nice"

• You let out a hum and stroke her cheek, "I have more things that'll probably feel nice too and help you get better" and help her sit up

• She takes the pills you hand her and help her drink them down with the tea, you made sure it wasn't too hot

• "Gotta eat a little too, so the medicine doesn't upset your tummy" you hand her the bowl and spoon

• "God, you're really treating me like a child, aren't you? I can take care of myself, y'know" she mutters with a smirk, to which you feign slight shock and let your jaw drop open

• "Oh? Do you want me to stop then?" You tease while reaching to take the bowl from her

• She blocks your reach with her arm as a shield around the bowl "..no" and places the cereal in her lap while she takes one of your hands in hers, "sit with me?"

• "Of course, my love" you crawl over to your side of the bed and tuck your legs under the covers

• You reach over and turn on the radio quietly for some background noise, the news droning into some sports game you paid no attention to, as you sat with her while she ate-- handing her a tissue every two or three minutes when she nearly sneezed her head off

• She set her bowl to the side and drank more of the tea, "that really helps, my throats been scratchy"

• "Honey from Ms. Berkeley's shop in town. She swears its the best and I believe her"

• Lu sets down the mug and turns over to you and darts her eyes between you and the duvet seeming unsure, "am I too sick for you to hold me for a while? I'm still cold"

• Your heart nearly melted into a puddle as you giggled and reached to brush a messy curl out of her face, "Never, Lu, c'mere"

• You settled back into the pillows and opened your arms to her, fingers immediately beginning to comb through her hair as her head settles in your chest and her arms burrow into your sides (it didn't really even matter if you got sick too at this point anyway)

• Pulling the covers up and over you both, you reach to turn the radio to a music station, still too soft of a volume to make out the words but enough of a melody to bring a calmness to the air

• You both stare out the window at the ever so light flurries still falling from the white sky

• "Thank you for taking care of me today. You're really good at it"

• "Someone has to, Lu." You catch her eyes and press a kiss to her hairline, "besides, who else gets the chance to see the Rockford Peaches' Striker in such a soft state?"

• "Oh you wait til we go south sometime, that heat'll knock you in your ass"

• "Are you hoping I get sun poisoning so you can take care of me too?"

• "I'm just saying that I'm not the only one who gets to be looked after like this" she had a had a hint of insecurity to her tone, making you immediately combat it

• "Oh shush, you look after me every day, Lupe. Let me love on you when I want to, okay? I promise I'll get sick one day for you to do the same for me"

• "Well don't like promise it I don't want you to be sick--" you grab her face in your hands

• "Lu, I love you and we take care of each other, got it? Now get some more rest"

• She stared into your eyes for just another moment before pressing her own kiss to your cheek and resting her head back on your chest

• A few minutes later, with you still playing with Lupe's hair and the both of you on the brink of sleep,

• "I love you too"

#lupe garcia headcanons #lupe garcia fanfic #lupe garcia #lupe garcia x reader #lupe garcia x reader insert #a league of their own #aloto

[talaricula]

Lupe García/Jess McCready

Rating: Explicit

Chapter 1: I'm not going to pretend (that I'm the kind of girl you'd call more than a friend) (5106 words)

Jess and Lupe know too well how the world looks at people like them. But then they meet, and they see each other.

This is an exploration of Jess’ and Lupe’s relationship throughout Season 1, as they become friends, get wildly horny for each other, fall in love, and finally do something about it. This fic is as canon compliant as humanly possible, and is built out of a mix of scenes from the show told from their perspectives, expanded upon background moments, and plenty of missing scenes.

(This fic is already fully written. It consists of 11 chapters, totalling up to about 60k words. I will be posting one chapter a day.)

#jesslupe #jelupe #jess x lupe #jess mccready #lupe garcia #aloto #a league of their own #my fanfic #my writings #IT IS HERE MY DUDES

[thefae-journal]

A Cup of Kindness

fandom: A League of Their Own ship: Gretson

word count: 4504 originally posted: December 30, 2022 warnings: none also written by: lazyboo, LSgrimm91, meren_plath, OhGretaHoney09, Two_Gays_and_a_Hippo, zulu

summary: In 1943, Lupe, Jess, Esti, Jo, and Shirley reunite at Greta and Carson’s New York apartment to ring in the new year.

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The New York sky was dark outside the apartment. The noise of the neighbourhood, that could so easily get on Carson and Greta’s nerves the rest of the year, just added to the ambiance of the evening.

“Car,” Greta managed between the deep kisses Carson was taking from her all-too-willing mouth. “People are going to be here any minute.”

“I don’t care,” Carson said against Greta’s lips, diving in for another kiss.

Greta tipped her head back and laughed, not trying in the least to remove Carson’s arms from around her waist. “Hey, we only just got our clothes back on.”

Carson grinned her quietly wolfish smile. She knew better. She knew Greta liked to take her time to primp when the occasion called for it. She knew she had stolen more than an hour to talk and laugh and touch, when Greta normally would have been curling her hair and trying on the fourth outfit of the night before company arrived.

“I can’t help it.” Carson moved back to take in Greta’s appearance. She’d done a decent job not mussing up too much of Greta’s fresh hair and makeup. She looked beautiful in her maroon pencil skirt and flowy, long-sleeved white blouse.

“Try,” Greta half-admonished. “You know Shirley will be early, I’m surprised she’s not here—”

The doorbell rang. Greta looked at her watch. “See?” She checked her hair and lipstick in the small mirror on the wall by the front door before shaking her head at Carson. It miffed her slightly that looking at Carson, no one would never know she’d had three orgasms in the last hour. Greta still felt flushed.

“Shirl!” Greta said as she opened the door. “Come in! Come in! We can’t wait to hear everything about the engagement.”

“You two! Eek!” Shirley let out a high-pitched scream that Greta and Carson both tried to prevent themselves from flinching at. “This place is so great, and so…you!”

Neither Carson nor Greta knew if that was a compliment or an insult when it came from Shirley. They shared a look as Greta ushered Shirley past the entrance into the living room.

Another knock at the door saved them both, but this time, the door opened immediately as Joey let herself right in. “Goodbye, 1943!” she called as she slammed the door behind her.

“Joey!” Greta yelled as she ran into a bear hug. Usually, Joey was perpetually late to everything, but Greta had asked her to try to be on time for this evening’s festivities.

Jo gave her a smirk and looked around. “Wow, the place looks...”

Greta slapped her on the arm. “What?”

“Well, I guess I expected more than a closet.”

Carson walked up to greet Jo. They shared a commiserating look. “Space? Who needs space?”

“You’re not helping,” Greta told Carson.

“That’s not what you were saying earlier,” Carson said with a smirk, bumping her hip against Greta.

Jo raised an eyebrow, impressed at the confidence that had grown in Carson in the few short months since the season ended.

Jess, Lupe, and Esti walked through the door next. Together, as usual.

“Look at this joint!” Jess exclaimed. She walked up to Greta and Carson and hugged them both together.

Lupe came up behind her and punched her arm. “Be less of an idiot.” She hugged Greta and did her faux shoulder check into Carson as was their usual greeting.

“I thought you were bringing the new girl?” Carson asked.

Esti gestured with her flat hand across her neck that Carson should drop it.

Carson held up both hands. “Ohh. Sorry.”

Carson opened beers for everyone who wanted one, which included Shirley, to her surprise. Carson handed her the bottle with a grin. She was entertaining the girls with the harrowing tales of their clandestine first few months in New York when Greta offered to grab more drinks. Carson saw her slip out of the living room. As soon as her story was done, she gave a quick excuse that likely nobody believed, and met Greta in the kitchen.

“It’s so good to see everyone again,” Carson said as she wrapped her arms around Greta from behind.

Greta clasped her hands around Carson’s and leaned back into her, so that Carson could tuck her chin on Greta’s shoulder. “If we make it out of the house, it will be a New Year’s miracle.”

Carson squeezed her tight and breathed her in. “Hey,” she began as Greta turned to face her. “You, me, the Peaches? Whatever we do, it’ll be great.” She leaned up and pressed her lips firmly against Greta’s, sighing with contentment.

It was only a little over a month ago that she’d shown up at Greta’s apartment, with a few bags in hand. After the season ended, Carson had decided not to go back to Lake Valley. The tiny town was all she’d known before joining the league, and at first, it had felt like she’d only be allowed so much freedom before she’d find herself crawling back. Carson knew, in September, that she needed some time for herself. Time to see herself without Greta. But it was being without her that tugged at Carson’s skin.

She’d tried being with other women. Most of them reminded her of Greta. In the end, none of them could take Greta’s place. The fire of her red curls sitting just below her shoulders—her hair had grown since the summer, and she’d recently got it trimmed. Her hold, how her arms felt when Carson moved into her embrace. Warm, almost an aura that surrounded her. It pulled Carson in and caught her, like an easy pop fly.

Carson had spent time travelling in the months she was apart from Greta. Seeing places she’d never thought she’d see. Greta sent her letters, which was how Carson knew where to find her when the time was right. After spending some time in Las Vegas, Carson boarded a train to New York. To her new home.

Greta was shocked when she opened the door and saw Carson. There’d been no letter, no post card to let her know that Carson would be coming. That was how Carson wanted it to be, a surprise. But Greta pulled her into a hug, and the embrace turned to heated kisses as soon as the apartment door was closed. They abandoned the bags and moved into the living room. Hours went on, until Carson was lying on Greta’s chest on the couch, both of them naked, spent.

If Carson was completely honest, it wasn’t the most comfortable couch in the world, but at that moment, she didn’t care. She was with Greta.

Was with her, still. Stealing moments in their own kitchen while their teammates chatted and laughed only a few feet away. Carson let the kiss end, and pressed her cheek into Greta’s shoulder. In her arms, even the chaos in the living room was somehow drowned out.

“You’re right,” Greta said, brushing her thumbs over the backs of Carson’s hands. “This is all that matters now, huh?”

Carson hummed into her shoulder. “You know, I don’t mind staying here tonight. Not going anywhere.”

The Peaches were their family, and Carson wanted nothing more than to spend the beginning of the new year with them. But it was Greta who sent out the invitations, addressed from the apartment they’d made their own in the month since Carson arrived. Carson had added more personality, pictures on the walls, while Greta looked for the perfect decorations, a cut-crystal ashtray for the coffee table, a lamp that glowed with a lovely yellow light. The apartment wasn’t what it was, when Carson first walked through the door.

“But,” Carson continued, letting her hands fall to Greta’s waist and pulling her closer, “I also know that you want to see the ball drop. I’m sure the others would like that, too.”

Greta hooked her arms around Carson’s neck and tilted her head to the side. “I love you, do you know that?”

Carson giggled. “I love you, too. Do you know that?”

“I think I’ve always known.” Greta bent down to kiss her, but the sound of early fireworks made Carson jump back. “You okay there?”

“Yeah. Yeah. That seemed close. I guess it caught me off guard.” Carson glanced over her shoulder into the living room. And for a moment, she watched the others, her team.

The sharp ding of the egg timer Greta had set earlier reminded them they still had company to entertain. Carson had already handed around the drinks, and now the food was ready.

“Carson, can you get me a plate to put the hors d'oeuvres on?”

Carson snapped to attention, doing as she was told. Greta donned an oven mitt and pulled the baking sheet out of the oven. Every time Carson thought that she had Greta all figured out, Greta went and surprised her. She didn’t know why she expected Greta to be a bad cook, although Greta had never really seemed the domestic type. But here she was, pulling out all the stops for their friends and teammates. Better her than me, Carson thought, her memory of the failed conversation pie she had made for Dove still fresh in her mind.

Carson loved seeing Greta like this, in her element, full of joy and laughter. It was so rare to see Greta natural and relaxed. She was always the first to keep up appearances in the outside world. Her hair, her makeup, and her clothes were a kind of armour. It was more than that, though. It was the calculated way Greta sized up every situation and made herself smaller. She always made sure she fit. Except for now. Not when she was with the team. Not when she was with Carson. She was so much more at ease with herself. It was beautiful.

Greta filled the serving plate and Carson made to leave the kitchen and rejoin their friends. Suddenly Greta blocked her way. “Not yet,” she said. “You’ve gotta pay the toll first.”

Carson stood up on her tiptoes, careful not to drop the plate and gave Greta a kiss on the cheek. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

Greta bit her bottom lip and raised her eyebrows in response and Carson knew what she was thinking.

“Later,” they both said at the same time, smiling.

Greta watched Carson as she went into the tiny living room. She knew she should get out there and play hostess too, but she allowed herself this moment. She wanted to remember everything about it: the laughter of the people who knew and loved them, the festive atmosphere, but mostly Carson. Carson’s laugh, her radiant smile, the way she looked at Greta. Greta didn’t know it was even possible to be this happy, to have this life with the woman she loved. Maybe Jo was right. Some things were changing.

“Hey Bird! Get in here!” Jo yelled.

“Coming!” Greta responded as she quickly joined the team in the living room.

It was no easy feat fitting everyone into such a small space, but at least the normally chilly apartment warmed up quickly. There wasn’t a single seat left. Jo had taken the wingback chair and Esti was curled in the armchair. Lupe sprawled across most of the couch, with Shirley primly sitting at the far end. Jess was sitting on the kitchen table, her feet on the rungs of a ladderback chair. Greta sighed in resignation and gave Carson, who stood looking adorably lost in their own living room, a wave with her finger towards the coffee table.

Greta didn’t have to see Carson put the food down as she found a spot on the floor near the bookshelf; the sudden rush of movement behind her and pleased exclamations were indication enough. She sat against the wall, her feet curled delicately under her. As hungry as everyone was, Carson would be lucky to escape the throng.

Yes, there she was. Greta gave her a soft, adoring smile and held out a hand, summoning Carson to the floor beside her. Carson settled right against her, a warm hand on her knee.

“I think those are a hit.”

“All food is a hit.”

“But even Shirley likes them.” Carson nodded to her friend, who was trying to eat a small tart that was obviously still too hot. Jess, too, had grabbed a handful that was too hot, and was juggling the pastry from one hand to the other. She fell onto Lupe’s legs on the couch, and the two of them started a shoving match over the middle cushion, ending up with Jess tucked against Lupe’s shoulder.

Greta cast her eyes around the room and felt almost overwhelmed at the sense of ‘home’. This felt a bit like the night at The Office, before the raid, the first—the only—time she’d been able to be with Carson openly. But unlike that night, she had her friends here and... and she felt much safer. She and Jo had never stayed in one spot long enough to set down roots, so having people travel to see her, to gather for a special occasion in the home she’d made with Carson, was something new. Something to treasure.

Sometimes it scared her, if she was honest. If she dared to have something she valued, she knew how much more it would hurt to have it taken away.

The hand on her thigh tightened, bringing her attention back to Carson.

“Are you all right in there?”

Greta just took a second to enjoy looking at Carson. Carson always seemed to know when Greta was getting lost in her thoughts. Perhaps the difference was that Carson came back. She fought for them. So did the Peaches; after all, they were here. Her own family may have been awful, but the family she had here—they were different. Real.

“Never better.” Greta covered Carson’s hand on her thigh with her own, lacing their fingers together. She finally gave her attention to Shirley, who’d been carefully placing her left hand on her knee all evening, the tiny solitaire sparkling on her finger. “Hey Shirl, we’re invited to the wedding, right?”

“Oh! I get to be the flower girl!” Jo decided, lifting a finger to volunteer, much to Shirley’s wide-eyed horror. She couldn’t even object; her mouth was still full of Greta’s hors d’oeuvres.

“I don’t think you could handle the responsibility, De Luca.” Lupe snickered from her spot tucked behind Jess, earning her a poke from Esti. Poor Shirley was inundated with quick-fire questions from everyone—where did she meet him? When did she know? How did he ask? What was he like in the sack?

“What about baseball, Shirl?” Carson asked, and everyone fell silent. Once a coach, always a coach, it seemed.

Finally Shirley spoke, fiddling with her nails. “I want to play, but I’m not sure... I don’t know if I can.”

There was a solemn silence at the thought of their teammate not coming back next season. Greta was the one to break it. “You will, though; you’re a Peach. We stick together.”

“And if not, we’ll break the guy’s legs,” Jess added, with alarming nonchalance.

“That’s very…sweet, very sweet of you,” Shirley said, with a tense grin at Jess.

“We’re never going to make it downtown if we don’t get going,” Greta said, clapping her hands to relieve the tension.

“Boo, downtown,” Joey said. “Come on, Bird, you know we won’t be welcome there. Not really. Let’s stay in.”

Jess and Lupe clinked the necks of their beers in a toast to that, and Esti said, “We will need música. Radio?”

Carson grimaced. She wished they could afford one, but she hadn’t found a job since she’d moved in with Greta, and while Greta’s work with Vivienne Hughes’ company was well-paid for an unmarried woman, it didn’t stretch to luxuries.

But Greta was quick to jump to her feet and head for the window. She forced it open, letting in a swirl of chilly air, which was welcome after the stifling heat of so many people in the small space. With the window open, the sound of jazz music filtered in. “Noisy neighbours,” Greta said. “Never thought I’d be grateful to be hearing their music at all hours of the night.”

A new song came on as the jazz song finished—Billie Holliday. Carson stood up and held out her hand to Greta, who stepped gracefully into her arms, a soft smile on her lips.

“Look at these two,” Lupe commented. “Still can’t get enough of each other. Hasn’t it been months?”

“Yeah, like they aren’t the ‘noisy neighbours’ at least half the time,” Jess said with a grin, ignoring Greta’s death glare. “Come on, Esti. Let’s dance.” Jess grabbed Esti’s hand and swung her into a rather more vigorous dance step than the cluttered living room could stand.

Jo bowed low and offered a gentlemanly hand to Shirley, who looked wide-eyed and frozen for a split second before she tentatively put her hand in Jo’s. Jo put a hand on Shirley’s hip, but kept a respectful distance between their bodies as she led Shirley in a waltz that didn’t match the song’s rhythm in the least. Lupe, sprawled on the couch with her beer, said, “I’d cut in but I don’t see even one of you who actually knows how to dance.”

Carson grinned up at Greta. “Is this okay?” she asked quietly. They’d danced alone, often, but in the hot, stuffy room, with other bodies brushing past them—even if it was all their friends—she thought Greta might need to take a step back.

Greta shook her head, a brief gesture meant for Carson only. Her hand on Carson’s shoulder slid down to the small of her back and pulled her closer, so that their bodies moulded closer together. Carson inhaled quickly and Greta smiled tenderly at her. “It’s okay. More than okay.”

Without any space, and only the faint sound of the neighbour’s radio to dance by, there wasn’t much they could do but sway in each other’s arms. In other words, it was absolutely perfect. Carson brought Greta’s hand to her mouth and kissed her knuckles. They missed the change of songs, and Esti pulling Lupe into the dance; Jess and Jo fighting over who should lead; Shirley accepting a rather closer dance from Lupe than Jo had given her. So it was with complete ease that Carson pressed up and brushed a warm kiss to Greta’s mouth, kissing her softly, and then not so softly as Greta’s lips parted for her.

They only broke apart at the sound of Lupe’s disgusted groan. “We didn’t all bring someone to neck with,” she said. “If we’re not going out, then no fair showing off.”

Greta smirked at Carson and leaned close one last time, to murmur against her ear, “Later for you,” and then, spinning out of Carson’s arms, said, “It must be nearly midnight.”

“Stop being such a grouch, Lu,” Jess called, trying to dip Jo and then laughing uproariously as they almost fell into a tangled heap. “Once we get back to Rockford they’re not going to be able to do this anymore, leave ’em be.”

Lupe screwed up her face, sour.

“Watch out, García, the wind’ll change and you’ll be stuck lookin’ like that forever.” Jo pointed at Lupe’s face, then screwed her own face up, mirroring the pitcher’s distaste.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you all.” But there was no heat in it. Lupe spun Shirley out and away. Walked over and hip-checked Carson affectionately, before picking up a nearby drink and checking if it contained any liquor. “If it’s nearly midnight we better get some refills here, Shaw.”

Carson grinned. “You wanna give me a hand with the drinks, Lu?”

“Do I look like the help here?” Lupe paused, and held up a finger in warning when Jo opened her mouth to retort. “Don’t answer that, De Luca. You’re the host, Shaw, you get the drinks.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll get the drinks.” Carson glanced over at Greta, who was watching their interactions with a smirk curving her lips in the way that sent little tingles down Carson’s back. She gestured with her head towards the kitchen, and Greta nodded. Followed her out of the room.

As soon as they cleared the doorway to the kitchen Carson spun Greta around and pressed her up against the wall. “It’s later now, isn’t it?” she asked. She leaned up on her toes and was barely an inch away from Greta’s mouth when they heard a yell from the other room.

“Cut it out, lovebirds. I want a drink, you can kiss when the ball drops.”

They looked at each other for a moment. Greta’s lip twitched in amusement, and Carson laughed outright.

“All right, Lu,” Greta yelled back. “But no whining from you when we do.”

“Oh, for crying out loud…”

A chorus of laughter sounded from the other room, and then Jo called out, “Two minutes, Bird!”

“We’re hurrying, Joey!”

Greta opened the door of their icebox, and started passing bottles to Carson. Carson juggled four beer bottles in her arms, almost dropping the fifth when Greta tried to hand it to her.  Greta rolled her eyes, chuckled fondly. “You take those out, I’ll bring the rest.”

They passed out the drinks, listened to the faint sound of the radio—and the much louder cheers from the street—call one minute, and then thirty seconds. They all crowded by the window to hear the countdown, and it seemed as though the whole neighbourhood had the same idea.

“Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven…”

Greta reached out and clasped Carson’s hand.

“Six. Five. Four. Three…”

Carson stepped away from the window, away from their teammates. Tugged Greta with her.

“Two. One.”

“Happy New Year!” Outside people were shouting, fireworks were going off, car horns were blaring on the street.

Carson was aware of the others jumping up and down, of them hugging each other and twirling around the room. But she only had eyes for Greta, who was staring right back at her.

“Happy New Year, Greta.” Low, and husky.

“Happy New Year, Carson.” Barely a whisper. Then Greta cupped Carson’s jaw with her hand. Angled Carson’s face up as she leaned down. Carson sighed contentedly as their lips met.

A salty drop landed into Carson's lips, while a tear rolled down her cheek. She looked up. Greta’s eyes were wet; they showed a multitude of emotions, thousands of memories drawing a crystal clear line under her iris. Greta smiled widely, trying to hold Carson as close as she could, while their tiny living room was filled with laughter and joy. The voices of their teammates joined the ones around the neighbourhood, exclaiming Happy New Year! over and over again. The sound of fireworks soon started to mix with the cheering, with the happy voices, with the pure and unbiased joy of their teammates and the rest of the city.

“Nineteen forty-four,” Greta said.

“Yeah.” Carson felt frozen, paralyzed, looking at Greta, trying to paint a perfect picture of it so she could remember it whenever she wanted. She had never felt this happy during a Christmas celebration, especially since her mother left. This was what happiness should look like. It was all new, all good, better than she could ever have imagined. Carson felt her heart full, so full of love, she didn't know what to do with it. Being here, in their small apartment, with her teammates and her loved one—her true family, in the end—was what a family should look like. No more judging looks, nor uncomfortable dinners and parties; just joy. Joy that could be shared and felt.

“Do you think it’s going to be a good year?” Greta whispered.

Carson had never seen Greta so hopeful. So willing to hope. “Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, I do.”

Greta cried. For the first time in many, many years, she had someone else to share New Year with other than with Joey. No more the two of them alone, in a lost city somewhere across the States, in a crappy apartment or worse motel room. No more running away after spending a few months elsewhere. Everything was all right, as things should be. And she cried for happiness, she cried for joy, for having her—her Carson—in front of her, wishing her a happy New Year.

For an instant, everything froze in time for both of them. Neither of them could have known 1943 would take such a turn. They couldn't have imagined how much their lives would change. For a moment, they tried to grasp as much as they could from that moment, as many details they could remember. The Peaches in their home, their first Christmas together, them being able to welcome the new year together, for the first time. A fresh chance to start over, to leave all the hurting, all the bad things, in the past.

“¡Feliz Año Nuevo!” Esti shouted out the window, making everyone laugh, while Lupe shook her head.

“Happy New Year, everyone!” Jo grabbed both Greta and Carson by the arms. “We thought it would be good to go to the rooftop to see the fireworks, wanna come?”

“Oh, sure.” Greta smiled, brushing the tears from her eyes. “That would be lovely.”

All of them grabbed their coats and climbed the stairs up the last floor. Greta opened the door leading to the roof and all gasped, marvelled at the sight. Esti ran with Jess and Lupe, while Shirley stood a bit behind them, trying to warn them about getting too close to the edge. Carson wandered, looking at the sky, looking at their friends, looking at her love. Greta did the same by Jo's side, squeezing her arm and hugging her.

“I'm so glad for you, Bird.” Jo said softly. “You've changed, and this new life suits you.”

“Do you think so?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this… So happy, so alive.” Jo tilted her head towards Carson. “She's good for you. And you're good for her.”

“Thank you, Joey.” Greta smiled again, still crying a bit. “No more running away.”

Jo winked at her and left her with Carson, while she joined the rest of the Peaches.

“Did you wish for something when the New Year started?” Carson grabbed her by the waist and pulled Greta closer.

“Yes…”

“Are you going to tell me?”

“If I do… It'll stop being a secret, and it might not come true…” Her hand caressed Carson's cheek softly, trying to brush away the cold. “Did you wish for something too?”

“Uh-huh… But it's a secret too.” Carson mustered as their lips found each other again.

While they kissed, Greta closed her eyes again, and murmured, almost too softly to hear, “Let’s be together. Every New Year’s, from now on.”

#a league of their own #fanfiction #writer #fanfic #carson shaw #greta gill #jess mccready #esti gonzalez #shirley cohen #lupe garcia #jo de luca #aloto #gretson #greta x carson

[lemonbuckley]

BESTIES DID YOU KNOW I WROTE A JESS/LUPE FANFIC

AND THAT WHEN PEOPLE READ AND COMMENT ON IT IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY?? WOW!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41369862/chapters/103740132

(and also i sure don’t know the right way to link it, but if you read it, i’ll love you forever wowee)

#jess and lupe #jess mccready #lupe garcia #a league of their own #aloto #fanfic #SINKING BOATS BESTIES

[poorlittlegreenie13]

I think Lupe Garcia deserves to break down crying against Jess’s chest and be gently held but that’s just me.

#aloto #aloto series #aloto fanfic #lupe x jess #jess mccready #Jess x lupe #lupe garcia #sinking ship #a league of their own fic #a league of their own series #a league of their own