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novacqnes · 1 year

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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.”

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i-cant-feel-my-eyebrows-barbara · 1 year

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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

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bee6r · 1 year

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Lupe Headcanons

doesn't always like to show it in public, but loves to be close to you.

loves holding your hand even when she knows you can't always do it in public

likes to tough in front of others, but is a softie for you

likes to dance and listen to music when the two of you are alone

toptoptoptoptop

loves to kiss your neck

will leave her shirts and sweatshirts out for you to find and wear

loves it when you take care of her

gets very jealous when other people hit on you, and is pretty protective in general

cute, private dates where the two of you can just be yourselves

#lupe garcia #roberta colindrez #aloto #lupe garcia x reader #lesbian #cute #headcanon #she is so handsome

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sawyerconfort · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enjoy!

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

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

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Carson Shaw

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

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

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

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

Suddenly, she was staring at you with a frown.

“Hey, is this my favorite shirt?”

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

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

Greta Gill

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

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

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

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

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

Maxine Chapman

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybelle Fox

“(Y\N)!”

"Yes love?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jo de Luca

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

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

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

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

Lupe Garcia

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jess McCready

"Love? Jess?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Esti Gonzales

“(Y\NN), have you seen my shirt-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shirley Cohen

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

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

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

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

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

“I'M NOT JEALOUS, I'M JUST CAREFUL!”

#carson shaw x reader #lupe garcia x reader #greta gill x reader #esti gonzales x reader #shirley cohen x reader #maybelle fox x reader #jo de luca x reader #jess mccready x reader #max chapman x reader #a league of their own #aloto #lgbt #preference #romance #imagine #send me requests please #i'm obsessed with them

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merelypeachy · 1 year

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good luck charm

synopsis: what’s a player supposed to do without a good luck charm before their big game in the morning?

wc: 1.5k

pairing: lupe garcía x gn!reader

warnings: one swear, silly/teasing flirting, a kiss

a/n: i’m so in love with lupe garcía it’s not even funny

The polaroid in your hand is raised as an imitation of the sight in front of you, with the colors more drab and her posed expression being one of faux excitement solidified in a minuscule square. The pink of the dress is increasingly faded in the photograph, the socks less of an eclectic red, the entire silhouette looking like it couldn’t possibly be her in such an ensemble.

Yet here she is, the dress’s upper half only just unbuttoned, the fabric drooping to reveal the off-tone white of her tank top. The socks are bundled haphazardly to her ankles and her curls peek out underneath the red baseball cap, the ‘R’ staring back into your eyes as you register the view. She stands at an awkward angle, shifted over to one side more than the other, her glove dangling from her fingertips. There’s a sheen gracing her forehead and trailing down her arms that’s noticeable even in the somewhat dimmer lighting of the bedroom, the lamps illuminating her entire figure in a gentle, yellow gleam.

“I didn’t know you were being serious.” You bite your tongue in a feeble attempt to control the grin threatening to break through, crossing an arm under the one holding up the photograph, entertaining yourself all too much with the side-by-side comparison.

Lupe’s eyes roll, though she huffs out a breathy scoff through a barely-there smile, immediately reaching down to unbutton the rest of the few buttons. “The picture didn’t convince you enough?”

You start to shuffle closer, stopping at the end of the bed across from her. The polaroid flutters to a drop atop the sheets from your hands; you figure a photograph isn’t as good of evidence as the real, tangible thing. You shrug as you answer, “Figured I’d see the actual thing to really convince me, ‘ya know?”

Her eyes meet yours as she peers up at you through her lashes, tilting her head in disbelief, curls gracing the skin of her cheeks. “I hope you’re satisfied, then,” she smiles, beginning to unbuckle the belt looped around her waist, “‘cause you’re not gonna see me in this ensemble again until tomorrow afternoon.”

You let out a dramatic gasp, back of your palm placed on your forehead and the other stretched across your chest. “I don’t think I could possibly wait that long,” you admit theatrically, eyeing the pursed grin on Lupe’s lips before yours mirror her own.

“You’ll see it in all its glory, don’t worry. Dirt stains and all,” she reassures you, dropping the belt to the bed sheets. Lithe fingers undo the last two buttons, the matte red barely peeking through, until the top half is then folded downwards, fully revealing the stained tank top on her figure. She catches your gaze once more—you swear you see a twinkling flash in the brown pools of her irises—before she asks: “How long are you going to be here for, anyway?”. She ducks her head, now pretending to be somewhat immersed in the slight movements of her hands as she unties her cleats, foot propped on the edge of the bed.

You decide to take a seat, leaning against your hand dipping into the mattress and letting your head dangle onto your shoulder, eyes mindlessly wandering to her short-cut fingernails and a hum slipping from your lips. “A while. A friend invited me over for a wedding, so I’m staying over at their place.” A pause. “But of course, I also had to see you. Couldn’t pass up that opportunity,” you add.

Lupe steals a glance in your direction, a smile you’d almost describe as shy gracing her features, before she reaches over to drag the sleeves off the curves of her shoulders. The golden glow adjacent from her stature bled onto the skin of her arms, tracing down to her elbows, the angle of her wrists and the slits of her fingers, turning the light peach of the fabric now crumpled at her ribs into a familiar, sunset shade of pink that covered the sky looming just outside.

She releases a sigh, tonguing the inside of her cheek and slipping out of the dress entirely, throwing it carelessly next to her assortment of casual, more comfortable clothing. “I can’t blame you; I’d visit a famous pitcher, too, given the chance.” Her words are laced with the confidence you always associate with her presence. The biting, usual sarcastic remarks, punctuated with a sly smile that served as a reminder of her sometimes mischievous yet laid back nature; the sparkle plunging into the depths of the deep brown surrounded by delicate eyelashes a showcase of her determination and persistence—they all intertwined with other various mannerisms that melted to form Lupe García, the one who’ve grown quite fond of over the years.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes, making Lupe let out an uncharacteristic and rare giggle as she tucks any wandering strands behind her ears, having traded the cap for one that you both knew suited her better. The muted brown sitting atop her curls compliments the rest of her new outfit consisting of a dark green and gray loose-fitting flannel and caramel-hued slacks. Her socks, however, contrast with the rather simplistic look, the diamond pattern etched into the fabric a minimalistic design nonetheless.

You sigh, reaching across the expanse of the bed to grab the abandoned baseball cap, fiddling with the stitching along the edges before adjusting it on your head. “But enough about that cute little uniform of yours. How’s the rest of your week been?”

Lupe takes a seat in front of you, the mattress dipping with her weight. She crosses her legs, fingers going to toy with the fabric stretching across her knees. You’re not sure if it’s the lighting playing a harmless trick, but you feel as though you manage to barely catch a glimpse of a flushing on her freckled cheeks.

She licks her lips, lifting a hand to lay her cheek in her palm, smushing the half of her face. Her eyes stay mindlessly focused on the styled patches of the bedspread, a finger dragging along the stitching in circles. “Fine. Our practices have been pretty tiring, and my arm feels like shit sometimes, but what can you do.”

You furrow your brows, throwing her a sympathetic look bathed in genuine concern. “Are you resting it at all?”

Lupe scoffs, lifting her head up momentarily before letting it drop once more. “Obviously. It’s probably just ‘cause of minor straining, or something,” she mutters.

You allow the hollow register of the clanging of dishes and jagged conversations floating through the floorboards to act as a basis for the rest of your time spent with her, catching up on every little (seemingly unnecessary) detail that occurred in the moments since you last met. She speaks of the past games, all of the people she’s met—whether with a tone coated in awe or one that’s sour around the edges—and anything else in between. She asks how you’ve been, listening with the seldom nod of her head and a quip here and there. You notice her eyes darting their way to your animated lips, whether subconsciously or not; you bite back an elated smile as you continue on with your words.

A knock on the door is what finally snaps the flowing conversation between the two of you, both your heads snapping to the oak frame as it creaks slightly ajar.

“Lupe? They’re asking that we all come downstairs for a meeting,” a voice chirps, accompanied by a head just peeking through the crack.

The woman in question responds with an ‘I’ll be there in a sec!’ before you begin to rise and stretch your limbs, brushing off imperceptible dust from the front of your clothing. Lupe does the same, striding over to where you stand and crossing her arms, tapping one foot against the carpeted floor.

“I’m guessing that’s your cue to leave, too?” she ponders, raising a brow with a smile tugging her lips. She brings her bottom one beneath her teeth, displaying her teeth in a toothy grin, a sight that makes your cheeks warm.

You throw her a pursed look, rocking back and forth on your heels and patting the sides of your legs for emphasis. “Yeah, unfortunately. But, I’ll be sure to be the first one in the stands tomorrow.”

She clicks her tongue as she twirls around to see you pick up your bag, taking only a few steps to be next to you once more. There’s a certain glimmer in her eyes you can’t quite pinpoint as you meet her gaze, though from the mischievous curve of her lips, a giddy feeling blooms in your chest.

“You can’t leave until I have a good luck charm for the night,” she teases, “‘cause what’s a ball player without one?”

You pretend to remember that very fact, tapping your pointer finger to your chin in mock thought. “You’re right,” your voice is surprisingly small as you lean in, the ghosting of her fingers along your jawline etching you closer and closer, “how could I forget that?”

She smiles into the kiss, a sense of satisfaction surely bleeding into her veins as her hands gently grab hold of your jaw, the calluses of her fingertips tickling your skin.

You lean back, though only enough for her labored breathing to still hit your swollen and slick lips, and whisper with a content grin of your own, “Better take that to heart tomorrow, then.”

#✦ (peachy writing)#lupe garcia x reader #lupe garcia

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elisa20beth · 9 months

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A Night to Remember

pairing: Jess McCready x Reader

warning: refrences to a fem presenting!reader, alcohol, smoking. Also written at 2am so that obviously requires a warning in itself Notes: your honor, I love her. Also I'm majorly late the A League of Their Own party so I highly doubted people will see this. Crossing my fingers for more Jess content S2, esp. Jess and Lu!!!

fluff, fluff, fluff

word count: 1.5k

summary: Reader decides to sneak out to a gay bar for the first time. Unfortunately Jess sees her and follows her there. Words are exchanged and they realize maybe nothing is impossible...

You press your ear against the door as you wait for the creaky floors to quiet down as Beverly brushes past your door. You look down at your watch; 10:00 at the mark. Ever since you almost got caught being out past curfew, you vowed to never do it again, making sure to always wait exactly 30 minutes post-curfew before stepping outside your room, Beverly’s snores posing as a quiet melody of reassurance. Right as you heard her door close, you pushed away from the door, striding over to your armoire, where your (f/c) dress was hanging in front. You start to slip out of your satin pajamas as you nervously glance over to the dress.

What if something goes wrong or what if someone finds out, your mind runs.

You can't risk getting your secret out, not with your baseball future at risk. You finish buttoning up the dress as you turn around to face the mirror. You smooth out non-existent wrinkles as your eyes rake over your image. The small white scalloped collar stood stark from the dark buttons and belt but coordinated perfectly with the pleated skirt, ending just below your knees.

Taking a deep breath, you move to sit on your bed, rolling your stockings up, pausing as you see your roommate move in her sleep. You slowly get up and move over to the small table at the end of the bed. Choosing a lipstick to match a perfect outfit. If you look good, then you’ll feel good, at least that's what your Ma always told you.

You pick up your handbag as you slowly twist open the metal doorknob. Sliding out into the dark hallway, you glide down the stairs, stepping into the non-squeaky areas of each step. You stop in front of the last obstacle; the loud front door. You hesitantly reach out for the ornate door knob and slowly twist it. Opening the door enough, you quietly slip out and speed up to a brisk walk out into the open world. But even through all your planned and careful actions, you fail to notice the figure leaning on the porch fence, smoking a cigarette.

As you walk past the shed, you turn around to glance at the place you've called home for the last month. The home of the Rockford Peaches. Being a part of the team gave you a sense of confidence you didn’t have before, even though it wasn't as high as your teammates like Greta, Jo, or Jess.

Jess. You didn’t know when it started. Was it when you heard her complain about screwing up at the try-outs that first night, or when you bonded over Beverly’s strict rules, or when you saw her ferocious mindset the first time you saw her? All you knew was that when you started to fall, you fell hard and fast. You had never felt like that before. Maybe the occasional pretty girl who caught your breath at school back home, but nothing like this. You couldn't let yourself live like this any longer, keeping it a secret for so long. You didn't know if you were doing this for her or yourself but you couldn't let yourself quit now. So you turned around, with a new sense of confidence as you marched towards the safe haven to figure out who you were.

…

Jess looked up to the sound of the front door softly closing, moving her eyes towards your figure, all dolled up. She’d always find a bit of fun in teasing you, enjoying how meek you would become as a result. Besides Carson’s late-night practices and the games, there wasn't much to do, causing her to get bored, a lot.

As she watched you walk towards the shed, away from her eyesight, she put out her cigarette and started to follow you, curious about where you were going, past curfew may she add. Ten minutes in, she realized you were heading in the direction of the gay bar Lu and she frequented often. It didn't come as a shock to her; on multiple occasions, catching you staring at her, quickly turning away when you realized she’d seen. But a smile rose to her face as she realized it confirmed her suspicions. Maybe she'd actually have a chance.

Watching you stop, she quickly hid behind the car parked near the curb as she saw you close your eyes, breathing in deeply before you opened the door and escaped from her view. Walking back around the car, Jess made sure to take her time before making her presence known, allowing you to get comfortable before scaring you off.

…

As you stepped inside the building, you felt a sense of safety and love rush over you as you started walking through the hallway, pieces of art adorning the walls. Approaching the main area, you felt your heartbeat quicken, worried if you would feel welcome. Yet that worry faded away as you took in the scene. Couples mingling at the bar and dancing the night away. Sounds of joy and love filled the room, joining the lively voice and signing into the mic. You make a beeline towards the bar and slide into an empty seat.

“Welcome to the Moxie Salon, what can I get for you sweets?” The bartender asks as you look up.

“Umm,” you start, “Could I just get a beer?”

“Sure can! Say, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before” He adds.

“This is my first time but I don't think it’ll be my last” You finish with a smile.

The bartender mirrors your expression as he turns back around. You look around at your surroundings, feeling a sense of serenity.

“Hey, could you make that two beers?” a familiar voice adds.

You freeze up as you feel someone slide into the empty seat next to you. You refused to look up as you felt their burning gaze.

“What brings you here (n/n)?”

You felt your cheeks burn as you slowly met Jess’s eyes, “I-” you started to sputter.

“Hey,” She reassures you, “Your secret is safe with me”, mockingly zipping her lips and throwing away the key.

“Besides,” she adds, “You’re not alone. You’re just like me- just like all of them”.

You give her a grateful smile as the two beers slid towards you. Both of you take a sip as you enjoyed each other's space quietly, Jess breaks the silence a few minutes later: “Am I the first one to figure it out?”

“I hope s-” you stop, “Wait, what do you mean figure it out? Was it obvious?”

Seeing your nervous expression, she lightly chuckles before adding: “Not really, just the many times I’ve caught you staring or how you react when I’m near you” she finishes, bumping your shoulder jokingly.

“I’m so sorry, it’s just that being away from home, it felt like a lot of things suddenly clicked”

“Don’t be sorry. Besides, I enjoyed it”, Jess teased you as she hopped off the seat and nodded towards an empty table.

You follow her lead, pulling out the wooden chair and sitting down. Jess lit a cigarette as you guys would spend the next hour talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's presence; a haven away from the strict rules that run society outside. As The night begins to slow down, people filtering out of the warmly-lit room, Jess stands from her chair, putting out the cigarette before holding her hand out to you, helping you stand up.

“You ready to head out?”

“Yeah,” you mutter as you stare at each other, soft smiles gracing each face.

And yet as you weaved through the smaller crowd, never once did she let go, only moving to rest her arm around your shoulders once you stepped outside into the cool Chicagoan night breeze. Your feet fell into a similar pattern as you felt her warmth encase you like a warm blanket. Butterflies filled your stomach as you felt her grip tightening and loosen up on you periodically.

As the house came into sight, you feel yourself deflate, not wanting to end the night. And as she led you up the stairs, she stopped in front of the door, turning to face you. She looks down as she grabs your other hand and looks back up to meet your eyes.

“I had a lot of fun tonight and I’m glad I got to finally meet the real you”

“Maybe we could do it again sometime?” you hopefully add.

Jess replies with a sweet kiss to your cheek, smirking as she sees your expression, “I’d love to”, turning back around to walk through the door;

You smile to yourself before following her, watching as she walks up the steps before disappearing into her and Greta’s shared room. You slowly make your way back to your room before slipping out of your dress and back into your pajamas and falling into your bed, passing out with dreams replaying the night over and over again; Jess’s plaited hair and the cigarette behind her ear seared in your brain till the morning and for many nights to come.

Maybe your dreams weren't impossible after all.

#jess mccready #jess mccready x reader #aloto #aloto 2022 #lupe garcia #gay love #this seriously needs to be properly edited #fluff #a league of their own #a league of the own series

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danicruel · 1 year

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#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x ellie williams #ellabs #caitvi #caitlyn #vi #tlou2 #the last of us 2 #arcane #jesslupe #jess mccready #lupe garcia #aloto #a league of their own

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novacqnes · 1 year

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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

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i-cant-feel-my-eyebrows-barbara · 1 year

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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"

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