#Greta gill x reader

[inlovewithgreta]

can you write more fics for Greta please? I hardly see any and I need some to help my obsession with her😩

Red Wine Supernova - Greta Gill x Inexperienced Fem!Reader

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A/n: First off, thank you anon for requesting Greta!! It's been too long since I've written for her and I must say, writing this gave me an idea for a little two parter, so stay tuned! There's not smut in this, as I want to start writing more than just smut all the time.. However, that just makes you look forward to a spicy part two! ;) xo

Summary: A night out at a bar starts something new.

Warnings: None! Just Greta being her lovey dovey fluffy caring self!!

Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover @bellatrixsbrat

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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Your eyes had been on the redhead for most of the night, admiring the way her dress hugged her precious curves. Her curled hair that framed her face perfectly. The way her hips swayed back and forth as she danced to the music.

You couldn't help but to stare, after all she was the most beautiful woman you have ever laid eyes on. The bartender filled your glass to the brim as you were leaning against the bar, the bittersweet red wine hitting the back of your throat as you gazed ahead.

Of course Greta knew you were watching. She always did. Her eyes were always scanning her surroundings. She had to. It was instinctual.

Her smirk only grew when your eyes fixated back on you, catching you staring at her. Yes, you were cute in her eyes. It wasn't just your looks she admired, but your personality. You were sweet, caring, were nice to everyone, and you were just her type. How could she not feel a slight pull towards you?

But she didn't know if you swung for the other team. She had been curious, but the way your eyes were always fixated on her, the blush that would creep onto your cheeks when she winked at you, and the subtle hitch of your breath whenever she would just barely graze your skin, had piqued her interest.

You hadn't realized the woman moved while you were lost in your thoughts when a familiar voice snapped you back to reality.

"You're staring again," she stated, leaning herself against the bar right next to you.

"Oh- I'm- so sorry.. I didn't realize- you're just- I'm sorry-" You shut yourself up with a swig of your wine, your incoherent babbling causing Greta to chuckle.

"It's okay," she smiled, taking the glass from your hands. "It's quite flattering," She hummed when the wine hit the back of her throat. Greta pondered for a moment, eyeing the drink in her hand before focusing back on you. "Sweet... like you." Her voice lowered, ensuring you were the only one that could hear her.

"I- that's- thank you!" Your eyes fixated on the tongue darting out to lick the remnants of the wine from her matching crimson stained lips. The redhead couldn't help but slightly raise her eyebrows at catching you not only staring, but blushing too.

Greta's smile only grew wider. You were flustered. Because of her. It only fueled the fire she had started to flame. She couldn't keep guessing any longer, her sight now set on finding out if you really were into women.

"How about we take this conversion back to the house, hmm?" She set the now half empty glass onto the mahogany bar. "It's getting quite late, and I don't want us getting in trouble for breaking curfew."

Greta had a point, you didn't like getting in trouble, and didn't want to ruin your chances of being on the team.

So with the nod of your head, Greta led the two of you out of the bar and into the cool night air. You couldn't help but shiver, the wind immediately cooling your heated body.

Greta's hand immediately went to your arm, running her hand up and down your arm. Her touch immediately grew heat in your body. It was electric, and your body only ached for more.

The redhead easily hailed the two of you in a cab and silently made your way back to the house. Greta of course sat right by your side, smiling to herself when she no longer felt you shivering and leaning into her to keep yourself warm.

As the two of you entered the quiet house, Greta immediately went to the stairs but stopped when she noticed you still lingering in the doorway.

"C'mon, it's warmer in my room and I'm dying to get these shoes off." Her voice was sweet, assuring, and you couldn't help but follow in her footsteps.

She thought it was cute how you followed behind her without a second thought. Like a lost little puppy, eagerly searching for a new home.

Her bedroom was indeed much warmer, allowing you to relax as you crossed the threshold. Greta immediately leaned over her small vanity, nimble fingers discarding the golden loops adorning her ears.

"Now whose idea was it to all wear heels tonight?" you grumbled to ease the silence, perching yourself on the edge of Greta's bed to relieve your feet of the similar ache the redhead was also feeling.

"That would be yours truly." She raised her hand, turning her focus to you. Greta leaned back against the vanity, easily sliding out of her own shoes while maintaining eye contact.

"I should've known," you joked, fingers fumbling to unhook the straps holding the heels to your feet.

Greta still had her sight set on you, forcing herself not to smile at your unsuccessful attempts to free your feet from their restraints.

Your eyebrows knitted as you focused, huffing a piece of stray hair out of your face as you were bent forward. Dark eyes couldn't help but notice the fair amount of cleavage your dress showed as you bent over, the new sight only intrigued Greta more.

Giving you mercy after many, many seconds, the redhead sauntered your way. You were so focused on your small task that you didn't hear nor see the woman move until she was on her knees at your feet.

"Would you like some help?" she asked, causing you to freeze at her sudden closeness. Your head darted up and was only mere inches away from her own. Her floral perfume invaded your senses. It was magnificent.

"I- no.. I-It's just a silly strap, Greta. I can— there's no need to help.." You had to tear your eyes away from the woman to avoid more blush to appear across your features. Her smile only grew. It was so easy to fluster you.

"Honey, you're struggling. Let me help you, okay?" She asked once more, tilting her head slightly.

You pondered, but knew you were getting nowhere so you sat up straight and allowed Greta to wrap her hand around your ankle to hold you still as she used the other to swiftly unbuckle your clasps.

She was soft. Gentle. Almost cradling your ankle as she freed your foot, allowing your heel to stumble onto the wooden floor.

The air was silent, but your head was loud. Her touch was invigorating. She was so gentle with her movements, smooth skin brushing against yours that helped you relax against her touch.

Her thumb caressed your other ankle as she did the same as the first, holding you still as the other shoe slid from your foot. You hummed at the feeling, your feet instantly feeling better.

Greta didn't move. She didn't remove the hand that held onto you softly. Her own mind was louder than yours, screaming at her to make her move on you.

So she did.

Soft digits left your ankle to roam up your calf, eliciting a quiet gasp from you, but not quiet enough to be unheard.

"Greta..." your voice was soft, quiet, and at the mention of her name, she stopped her movements.

Dark eyes looked up at you through lashes, lust no longer hidden behind dilated pupils. She was doing her utmost best at holding herself back.

"Do you want me to stop?" She kindly asked, tilting her head to the side as her eyes scanned your face for uncertainty.

You pondered for a moment. You didn't want to get caught, as women like you were not accepted in society. That's why you've never explored anything with another woman before. You could get kicked off the team, sent away, or even worse. But the way Greta was looking at you, so kind, loving, and caring, made all those what if's disappear.

"No," you admitted, with a small shake of your head. "Please don't stop..." You swallowed a nervous lump in your throat, "Just—" You struggled to find words, as the hand that previously roamed your calf, slowly passed your knee, but halted once more just at the base of your dress covering your thigh.

"Just what?" She asked, giving you time to find your wording. Greta didn't want to push you. Not wanting to take it too far without your consent. She wanted you to tell her what to do, ensuring you were comfortable by letting you make the calls.

Unbeknownst to you, Greta would do anything for you. Say it, and she would do it without a second thought. You had power over her, something nobody ever did until you came into her life.

"Just— Greta... please kiss me first," you pleaded, almost in a whine, and the redhead's smile grew even bigger. She shook her head with a small chuckle in response.

"All you had to do was ask," Greta admitted. She had been dying to kiss you, to taste you, feel your lips on hers. But she needed your permission first.

And now that she had it, she wasn't about to let it go to waste.

The redhead slowly stood to her feet, her tall figure towering over you, but only briefly before she sat herself directly next to you. She was slow to bring a gentle hand to your face, caressing the smooth skin over your cheekbone before leaning in.

Your breathing picked up, nerves washing over you as she grew closer. But then she stopped, scanning your face once more, as if asking for permission.

With a small nod of your head, and your lips twitching into a smile, Greta finally closed the distance.

Her lips then met yours in a tender kiss. You thought her touch alone was intoxicating, but now there was something more. Her lips were soft, plump, and gentle.

She tasted of wine with a subtle hint of cherry, which you could only assume was from her crimson lipstick. Your hands flew to Greta's hair, tangling in curled locks to deepen the kiss.

Greta's free hand fell to your hip, gently pulling you into her lap. You hummed at her warmth, feeling yourself relax further into the woman's body.

"Is...this...okay?" She asked between kisses.

"It's perfect," you reassured her, breaking the kiss to not only catch some air, but to gaze adoringly into caramel eyes. Your thumb swiped across the smudged lipstick across her plump lower lip. "But I—" You stopped yourself, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"But what? Tell me if this is too much," she said, searching your face for any kind of answer.

"No that's not—" you let out a shaky breath, turning your focus to the wall to avoid her piercing gaze. "It's just that I've never... Greta I've never kissed another woman before. I've never actually been with anyone before.." You could feel your cheeks burning at your confession.

"Sweetheart," Greta's digits fell to your chin, turning your face to look back at her. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm honored to be your first." She smiled sweetly, eyes dancing with admiration. "Thank you for telling me."

"Was it— was I... bad?" You didn't even know why you had asked, as you didn't want to know what the answer was, so instead, you resorted back to babbling. "Because if it was— I'm so sorry. I'm not that experienced in this stuff! Forgive me if it was—"

Your words were cut off with another kiss. A more serious kiss. Greta was pouring all of her emotions into it. Reassuring you with no words, but instead, an action. An action that got you to stop talking badly about yourself.

Fingers left your hips to cup your cheeks, before she had broken the kiss. She left you with one quick peck before you both smiled.

"You were perfect," she cooed. "Are perfect," Greta corrected herself. "I'm glad you told me. I know it must've been hard."

You nodded your head at her words, not finding the courage to use your voice.

"But, you know what this means?" She asked, looking at you with a sparkle in her warm chocolatey eyes.

You shook your head with visible confusion.

"I get to teach you everything I know," she beamed. Greta didn't miss the way your eyes lit up at her words. "Would you like that?" Her thumb lovingly ran across your cheek as she cradled your face.

"Very much." You could feel your cheeks burning, and you were sure they matched her crimson coils.

They did.

And Greta thought it was the cutest thing she had ever seen. You were so innocent and sweet, in dire need of reassurance and love. And part of her just couldn't wait to give that to you.

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[lotties-ashwagandha]

OUR OWN CELEBRATION

pairing: greta gill x reader

word count: 861

summary: you get anxious and overwhelmed while celebrating with the team after a game, so you and greta have your own celebration together alone

notes: I found this in my drafts it’s easily a year old I completely forgot about it

You felt like you were only able to breathe once you’d gone into your room. Even then, however, you could still hear the girls laughing in the living room, the unceasing commotion only slightly more quiet on the other side of the door, which you had immediately locked behind you.

You’d been helping Carson in coaching the Peaches ever since Dove left, and while you had originally thought it would be a wonderful idea, it had caused your anxiety to skyrocket. Even today’s game you had just barely won, a matter of a single point. Tension had grown within the team as well, everyone siding with either Lupe or Carson in response to their feud, though no one really knew what had started the animosity between them in the first place.

You sat down on your bed, focusing on your breath. It was all becoming too much — you wished to silence every noise in existence, pull all of the blinds, completely deprive yourself of every sensory input.

But even then, the silence of it all would haunt you. In the absence of everything else you would have only your thoughts to keep you company, and you knew they would lead you down a road far too solemn and dangerous, full of fear and suspicion.

You didn’t notice that someone was knocking on the door until Greta called your name.

There was that too — you spent every moment with Greta hiding what you had together, terrified that at last the moment would come in which someone would be lurking in the shadows, that someone would witness the moments in the shed or in the locker room when you were alone. The two of you had been lucky enough, however, to share a room, a privilege you had recently acquired through the manipulation of Beverly and a few of the other players.

Wordlessly you got up to unlock the door, opening it, allowing her to step in. Immediately after her entrance you shut it again, locking it once more.

The concern in the look Greta gave you was unmissable, though you could tell she was attempting to hide it. “You disappeared,” she said. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “I’m just a bit tired from the game. I don’t feel much like drinking, and I don’t want to be the only one down there that’s not.”

Greta put her glass of wine on the dresser at your comment. “Let’s stay in here, then. We can have our own celebration.”

“You really don’t have to stay. I know you enjoy celebrating after the games with Jo and Carson. I was just going to go to bed, anyway.”

“You’re the only one I want to celebrate with,” she countered with a small smile.

You nodded, but you were unable to return her enthusiasm.

“What is it?” She asked gently, sitting on her bed and reaching out for you. You sat down next to her, leaning into her to rest your head on her shoulder. Her perfume enveloped your senses, and it was as if you’d reached nirvana, a peace you could only feel when you were with Greta.

“It’s nothing,” you said, “There’s nothing really wrong, but nothing seems to sit right with me. There are always so many possibilities of things going wrong, whether it’s something I do or something beyond my control. As much as I try, I can’t get away from thinking of all the possible outcomes.”

The way she mindlessly traced patterns on your back was almost enough to make you cry. The gesture was so thoughtless, a mere reflex, but it hinted at so much love.

“I understand,” she said, and the hand that was on your back moved to finger through your hair. “All of this has been so stressful.”

“The stress never goes away, though,” you whispered, and she held you closer. “It feels like I’m drowning in it.”

“I won’t let you,” she said, her voice soothing. “I’m here for you, you know that. I want to help you through it. You just have to tell me when you feel like this, and I’ll be there.”

You sighed, nodding. Her embrace was comforting, enough to allow some of your anxiety to fade away. You knew you were safe so long as she was with you, so long as you were in her arms.

Greta stood suddenly, and you looked up in surprise. She crossed to the other side of the room, and after a moment the switch of the record player clicked and your favorite music began to play through the speaker. She turned back toward you, holding her hand out for you to join her, and you smiled.

“What are you doing?” You asked tiredly, and she smiled.

“Come here.”

With another small sigh you crossed the room to join her. You took her hand and she looped an arm around your waist, and the two of you began to sway gently to the music. Her presence was soothing, and you wrapped your arms around her, her touch like a drug you’d never get enough of.

“I told you,” Greta said, smiling. “We’ll have our own celebration.”

[sawyerconfort]

A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN MASTERLIST

What if...

First Kiss With the Rockford Peaches (+ Max)

When They Get Jealous With the Rockford Peaches (+ Max)

Caught Wearing Their Shirt With the Rockford Peaches (+ Max)

Carson Shaw

Exhaust Valve | Carson Shaw x Fem!Reader %

Greta Gill

Two Weeks and I’ll Be Home | Greta Gill x Fem!Reader 

Lupe Garcia

Dating Lupe would include...

Your Small Insecurities | Lupe Garcia x Fem!Reader 

Jess McCready

Dating Jess would include...

Jo de Luca

She’s Not You | Jo de Luca x Fem! Reader

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These are my other three playlists!! Creating more soon!! Follow my Spotify for more :)

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💥Rules💥

1) I don't write ageplay, anything sexual to do with bodily functions e.g. vomit, underage, too graphic, beastality etc. Generally what most people on this app consider iffy

2)I have the right to refuse requests

(especially if it goes against rules or I am uncomfortable by the request)

3) don't reblog my stuff or I will find you! (/j about the last part but don't reblog my stuff /srs)

4) Request thro my ask button and do it respectfully or I won't make the request. If you want it to be specific to your tastes, make it specific. If you want me to have my own artistic interaptation then let me know.

5) I ONLY WRITE ROMANTICALLY FOR WOMEN/NONBINARY AS I AM A LESBIAN. (I will write for men platonically) (or the man is man x other character) and I don't write for male readers

6) I write romantic and platonic but you need to be specific. If you want a character to be written as a parental figure, say "can you write for parent!character" or if you want a character to be written as a crush/crushing say "can you write for crush!character or crushing!character"

7) depending on the fandom, I may write for one I don't have listed but i have the right to refuse

8) I write for character x reader and character x character and I'm chill writing with multiple characters if given specifics

9) I may write for a character not listed in the listed fandom but I have the right to refuse.

WHAT TYPE OF IMAGE/ONE SHOT IS THIS?

❣️ - fluff

💢 - angst

🍋 - smut (I am not well versed in writing smut but I'm willing to give it a try)

🕊 - dead dove do not eat

*trigger warnings will be given on iffy subjects (dead dove do not eat)

WHO/WHAT DO I WRITE FOR?

Arcane

• Jinx

• Vi

• Mel

• Caitlyn

• Vi and Caitlyn

Stranger Things

• Robin buckley

• Nancy wheeler

• younger characters × younger characters only as theyre 13-15 in the series(e.g. Max x Lucas or Mike x Will) but will only be cutesy fluff bc aweee

• Joyce × Jim

• Joyce Byers

• Chrissy Cunningham

• Vickie (cannot find her surname for the life of me)

League of their own (series)

• Jess McCready

• Lupe Garcia

• Max Chapman

• Carson Shaw

• Greta Gill

• Maybelle Fox

• Jo De Luca

• Shirley Cohen (love the girl but platonic only)

• Esti Gonález (platonic only)

Life is Strange

Lis 1

• Chloe Price

• Max Caufield

Lis tc

• Steph Gingrich

• Alex Chen

Feel free to request a character and ill yay or nay them

Yellowjackets

• Shauna Shipman/Sadecki

• Jackie Taylor

• Nat/Natalie Scatorccio

• Tai/Taissa Turner

• Van Palmer

• Lottie/Charlotte Matthews

• Laura-Lee

Hazbin/Helluva Boss

• feel free to request FEMALE characters and I'll yay or nay them asap but male characters can be platonic!!

Bridgerton

• Penelope Featherington(my love my life my wife not Colins 😾)

• Eloise Bridgerton (LOVE HER SM)

• umm idk who else but like requests and stuff! 😼

I also write for

• dc universe

• marvel universe

• 2 broke girls (only Max and depends on Caroline)

• Fallon Carrington the new Dynasty series (havent watched the older one)

• can request a lot of characters from diff fandoms as I always forget what media I watch/read etc until its brought up

• Harry Potter but only when the younger characters are older

• FEAR STREET!!!!

• doric from the dnd movie and Syd from ianowt 👀👀👀

• STRICTLY PLATONIC!!!!paper girls ❤️ I luv them they're such wee cuties but I can do Mac x Kj romantic bc duhhh just not x reader BC DUHHH

• mean girls

‼️DISCLAIMER‼️ This is a stream of consciousness so apologises for the messiness and istg I will actually combust and explode if anyone ik finds this 😔🙏💔

[novacqnes]

𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

(★= 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭) (☆ = 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭) (✭ = 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟)

—𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 [✭]

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐: 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 [★, ☆]

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑: 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 [✭, ☆, ★]

—𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐦𝐚𝐧

—𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐥

—𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 [★]

—𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐳

[mviswidow]

who i will write for!

i’ll be updating this when i decide to write for more characters! (you can always pm me and ask if i write for a character!! if they’re played by one of the actresses that play these characters, i’ll probably be up for it)

last updated: june 15, 2024

MARVEL:

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Yelena Belova

Maria Hill

King Valkyrie

Carol Danvers

Blackhill

DC:

Lena Luthor - Supergirl

Kara Danvers - Supergirl

Maggie Sawyer - Supergirl

Zari Tarazi/Tomaz - LOT

Misc.

Eloise Bridgerton - Bridgerton

Amy March - Little Women

Robin Scherbatsky - How I Met Your Mother

Morgana Pendragon - Merlin

Rosa Diaz - Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Thérèse Raquin - In Secret

Jane Banner - Wind River

Taylor Sloane - Ingrid Goes West

Gerri - Very Good Girls

Saskia de Merindol - Secret Bridesmaid Business

Nicky Nichols - Orange is the New Black

Dex Parios - Stumptown

Riley Johnson - Happiest Season

[inlovewithgreta]

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Read at your own risk, although there will be warnings at the beginning of my fics!

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Greta Gill

Christmas Morning **

Red Wine Supernova

Red Wine Supernova Part Two (Coming Soon)

[inlovewithgreta]

Christmas Morning — Greta Gill x Fem!Reader

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Synopsis: Greta wakes you up with an early Christmas present.

Warnings: Praise, cunnilingus, consensual minor somnophilia, etc…

Word Count: 800

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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Christmas was always your most favorite time of the year. The gifts, the snow, and the hot chocolate were just some of the best things..but the best of all was spending it with the one you love most.

This was the first year you and Greta got to spend it with each other and although you couldn't spend it with each other out in public, it made it much more special that it was just the two of you spending it alone with each other in the warm indoors without any distractions.

The sheets slowly rising at your feet with the soft trace of notorious ruby-colored fingernails gliding up your legs was more than enough to stir you from your sweet slumber. Hot breath could be felt along your naked thighs as fingers gently spread your legs.

A pair of lips attached themselves to your soft skin before moving their way to hover over your barely clothed center. A featherlight kiss was placed along your see-through lace.

"𝑀𝑚𝑚, 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎." Your raspy morning voice just barely makes it to her ears.

She took that as a sign to keep going, her nimble fingers hooking underneath the waistband of your panties before dragging them all the way down your legs and completely off the skin of your body.

Her fingers made their way back between your thighs, skillfully running along your newly soaked cunt.

"What happened to opening presents when we got up?" You gasped as she took two of her fingers to spread your folds for her tongue to devour your most sensitive spot.

"Oh I planned on it . . . but I opened my favorite present just now, beautiful."

A soft moan was forced out of your mouth in return as her free hand tightly gripped onto your inner thigh, holding you into place.

Greta hums in approval as her tongue swiftly explores every inch of your center.

It doesn't take her long for her lips to wrap around your clit, giving it the attention you were oh so craving so much.

"𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘, Greta just like that!" You whimpered, the sensitivity already taking control over your body.

Your hands grasp at the sheets beneath you, knuckles turning white at the almost deathly grip being held at its silky material.

She switches between sucking and flicking her tongue against your bud in the way that causes your toes to curl and your legs attempt to forcefully close.

Her grip on your thigh grows stronger to keep herself from being squeezed between your thighs.

"Be a darling and keep those legs open for me."

Her pace grows more demanding just as the shaking in your legs comes to her attention. The muscles in your thighs begging to be relaxed.

Soft moans escape your parted lips, head pushing deeper into the pillow as you find yourself unraveling into a pit of ecstasy from the redhead devouring you between your legs.

"𝑂𝑜ℎ— 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎!" Your voice hitches in the back of your throat as you become completely undone, pleasure taking total control over your senses as you come.

"That's my girl . . . you've done so good for me."

She eases you through your high, stopping just as your hips begin to buck from the feeling of oversensitivity.

Greta leaves one last kiss against your clit before carefully sliding herself up from beneath the sheets to straddle herself over your hips.

You finally got the chance to look at her for the first time this morning. Her usual perfect hair was now a frizzy mess and one strap of her nightgown had fallen off her shoulder.

She still looked as beautiful as ever but your eyes couldn't help but focus at the way her nightgown rode up over her thighs and sat just perfectly against her hips.

Greta catches you staring at her and leans forward, hands on either side of your head, her face hovering just slightly in front of yours. Dark eyes glued onto your own.

"What's that look for?" She questioned.

"You just look so damn beautiful to me."

Her lips quickly formed into an appreciative smile at the compliment.

She brought her left hand to cup your cheek, thumb gently grazing against your skin before stopping just next to your lips.

"That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me . . ." Her chocolate eyes were filled with nothing but love and adoration towards you. She hovered her lips just slightly above yours. ". . but you are the sweetest thing of all, my love."

Soft lips connected with yours in a sweet kiss lasting a few seconds.

"Now let's go open some actual presents, shall we?" In one swift movement she slides off you, fixing her nightgown and extends her hand out for you to take. You adjust your own nightgown before lacing your fingers with hers and standing from the bed.

"Merry Christmas, darling."

"Merry Christmas, Greta."

[sawyerconfort]

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? D��os 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!”

[sawyerconfort]

How do you think the Rockford peaches would react to being jealous?

(This is dedicated to the anon who asked for jealous Greta Gill also, so enjoy!)

This is Rockford Peaches (+ Max) being jealous...

Enjoy!

Got any requests? Ask me or comment on one of my last posts!

Being Jealous With The Rockford Peaches (+ Max)

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 had seen you. Carson had seen the exact moment that man came to greet you in the stands and held you for a long time, causing you to stop paying attention to your girlfriend's game.

When he finally gave you a break, you watched her with intent eyes on the bleachers, baseball bat in hand and a straight face. People who didn't know her and didn't know about you could well imagine that she would be focusing on the hit, but you knew that wasn't it.

However, you didn't return to the subject until they were alone at the Peaches' house. Carson didn't avoid you either, as you thought she would, but the entire time he was frowning and saying little, which was unusual.

“You can talk to me about it now if you want to,” you told her as soon as you closed the bedroom door. Carson looked at you and shrugged. "I just want you to be sure of one thing: I don't live up to anything he wants."

She looked up and smirked, still a little tense. "Carson, seriously..."

"I know, love, I know," she smiled, properly this time, and pulled you by the arm to lie on her lap. Carson grabbed your face and kissed you from every corner, giggling as she watched your reaction. “I just don't like people looking at what's mine, you know?” she whispered teasing you, and you nodded.

“Relax, coach. I'm just yours. All yours."

Greta Gill

You two were at a bar, after a few grueling games, relaxing. And a man came to talk to you just as Greta got up to get the two of you another drink. She was squinting at the situation, assessing the moment when you would be uncomfortable to kick him out. But the moment didn't happen.

So she had to use it another way. Controlling her inner anger, she called out to you aloud, very clearly, without fear of judgment: “Baby?”

You and the man turned at the same time. He looked shocked, and then when you got up and walked towards Greta, she wrapped both arms around you and kissed your neck, staring at the man.

"Oh... you already have...", he cleared his throat, unable to finish his sentence. "Excuse me, ladies, I really didn't mean to offend you ladies."

“Fine,” you said, and watched him leave. When he was away, you turned to Greta. “Love, what was that?”

The redhead smiled and hugged you, kissing your cheek tenderly. “Fine,” she mimicked your tone of voice. “Seriously, (Y\N), you were better once, baby.”

You nodded, and bit your lip in satisfaction. “I love it when you get jealous. It's sexy.”

Maxine Chapman

"Don't look now, there's a girl next to her."

Max couldn't resist, even with Clance's warnings, she looked your way and saw that girl fawning over you and making small talk, making you laugh and that other stuff. Max was jealous of that scene, but at the same time, she felt inadequate and diminished.

When the matter was over, you went to her. And noticed that she was sad. Clance started talking in your ear, but you pretended to ignore her, worried about Max. Pulling her to a corner where no one could see you, you handed her a glass of drink. “What happened, Max?”

“(Y\NN), be honest,” she pleaded, taking a sip. “Am I enough for you?”

“What?” you asked, chuckling. “What kind of question is that, Max? Of course you are! You are more than enough for me, love!”

"It's just that I thought...", she sighed. “Clance saw you. I saw you talking to that girl and I thought maybe you wanted to replace me...”

And then you kissed her, by surprise, understanding that this was probably the first time Max had been jealous, but finding it all very sweet. When you broke the kiss, you wiped her tears and hugged her. “I would never be able to trade you for anyone in this world, Max. You are and will always be the only woman I love.”

Maybelle Fox

"Don't talk to me."

“May? Maybelle, please tell me what happened.”

You tried to get to her, but Maybelle closed the bedroom door before you could try to reach her. As it was not locked, you pushed the handle and successfully opened it. Your eyes strayed to a sullen Maybelle sitting on the bed hugging a pillow.

“Why don't you go after her now, huh, (Y\N)?”, Maybelle whispered, a cute pout on her lips. "I'm sure she knows very well what happened."

You let a scornful chuckle escape. “I can't believe you're jealous of me, Maybelle Fox”, and then you sat down next to her and started kissing your girlfriend on the cheek. "I can't believe you turn into a sulky baby when you're jealous of a girl."

“I don't turn into a sulky baby!” she insisted, ducking. "And I'm not jealous of you, ever."

You smiled again and kissed her a few more times. “You're cute when you're jealous, honey. It's okay to admit...”

“FOR THE LAST TIME, (Y\N), I AM NOT JEALOUS!”

Jo de Luca

"Jo, you're going to end up breaking your bow and darts, honey."

“Should have thought of that before you hit on her, (Y\NN).”

You rolled your eyes, kissing Jo's cheek. “Baby, I didn't hit on her, it was the other way around. And she knew I had a girlfriend, yet she insisted.”

“Prove it to me, little fox,” she whispered, teasing you. “Prove it to me. She's coming over there..."

And then, you glanced at the girl who had flirted with you at the bar. She waved in your direction and was getting close when you just turned to Jo and kissed her hard, practically throwing yourself on top of her and getting in the way of playing. You couldn't see how the girl acted, but when Jo parted her lips from you, she turned and held out her middle finger to the girl.

“Suck it bitch, she's my girlfriend!” Jo yelled, turning to kiss you again. "God, I think I'm going to want to be jealous more often, just to see if you kiss me more easily, little fox..."

Lupe Garcia

"What's up baby?"

You rolled your eyes trying not to mind the teasing, but of course it didn't work because the man was still on your tail while Lupe was getting drinks at the bar.

It was a gay bar, what the hell was he doing there?

“How about we go over there in the corner, huh? Chatting away? Drink a little something? What do you think, huh, sweetie?” he whispered, getting closer and closer to you and making you uncomfortable. "I promise we'll be quick."

“Hey, idiot!”

Lupe's voice reached your ears, and the smell of her cigarette was present as she pulled you away. “What do you think you're doing with my girlfriend, man? Leave her alone.”

"I was just trying to make small talk, be polite..." he explained. “But I can include you in the conversation, Latina, with no ulterior motives. Unless you want."

You tried not to throw up as Lupe approached him, and when she threatened to punch him, you grabbed her arm. “Leave my girlfriend alone, you asshole! Get out of here now!”

He rolled his eyes and left as Lupe pulled you away, a cigarette in his mouth and a smile behind his teeth. When you were alone, she took the cigarette out of her mouth and threw it on the floor, kissing you hard.

“You are mine, (Y\N), I would do anything for you”, she whispered before you could say anything. It was always like that when Lupe got jealous, and you were getting used to it all...

Jess McCready

"Jess, tell me what's wrong, please!"

Silence reigned in the Peaches' room. You and Jess had just gotten out of practice and, being teammates, were facing the same dilemmas, this included people of all kinds looking at you all the time. All possible looks.That would always be uncomfortable. And Jess hated being uncomfortable.

"Jess, love, please, if you don't talk to me, I'll never know...", you tried to get her attention, but there was nothing. "Did that guy say something to you?"

"Ever heard of 'shut the hell up'?" she asked you, rudely. And so, you finally realized the problem in the situation.Jess was having a fit of jealousy.

You surprised her by jumping on top of her and knocking her onto the bed. You glued your lips to hers and didn't stop kissing her until Jess gasped and pulled you by the collar away from her mouth.

"What the fuck, (Y\N)?", she asked, her tone still rude.

"Nothing, I just really like it when you're jealous of me."

Esti Gonzales

It was the first time you and Esti had gone out politically on a date. Because of her time as a player, and because of her Spanish, of course, she didn't spend a lot of time with you.

She was crazy to be able to go out and get into the midst of Americans, and she was even crazier that she would do that to you, who was a few years older and highly responsible. In addition to being a girlfriend, you were an example for Esti, an example of the person she wanted to be when she matured a little more.

And your date promised to be pleasant, if it weren't for a guy getting up to walk over to your table and offer to buy you dinner, seeing you'd forgotten your money.

"I can pay for you and your daughter, no problem."

Wait a minute. Daughter?????

"Oh, actually, I would appreciate it, but...", you lost the words, in the face of embarrassment. The way he looked at you… God… was he really hitting on you?

Suddenly, Esti stood up, taking you by surprise.

"I'm not her daughter, you idiot! I'm her girlfriend! And I really think you should get the hell out of here now."

That was a clear demonstration that Esti Gonzales was jealous of you. And you thought it was cute, of course.

Shirley Cohen

"She insisted, said it was just a tantrum."

You smirked at Carson as you walked into the Peaches' bedroom, following your girlfriend, who was lying in bed looking the sickest in the world, as if she was suffering from some incurable disease.

"Shirl, baby, it's okay."

"YOU'RE NOT WITH THAT ANEMIC GIRL, ARE YOU?"

"Shirley," you grinned, knowing she was dying of jealousy and just didn't know how to handle it. "Remember I told you to live one thing at a time? No need to throw a tantrum because I went to talk to my best friend, honey."

"(Y\N)...", she sighed, sitting up in bed. "Oh God, I'm a total mess, aren't I?" she pouted. "I'm sorry honey, I don't know how to deal with all this avalanche of feelings for you. You know how it is, I've never dated a woman before..."

"I don't care," you replied, sitting down next to her. "You're just looking out for me, showing you care for me. But you didn't have to get sick because of me, Shirley."

'"She is your best friend?"

"Just best friend, I swear."

Shirley sighed again and hugged you. "I'm sorry, I promise I'll never be jealous again, or end up in a hospital bed..."

"Not if I'm here to take care of you, love."

[sawyerconfort]

Could you do your First kiss with the Rockford peaches? (And max)

YAY! OF COURSE!

So, hope you guys are enjoying the ALOTO phase of the blog, I'm really excited and planning to post more about our girls, so please (I know I'm being annoying but...) ASK FOR PROMPTS OR PREFERENCES WITH THE PEACHES!

Ok, let's do a preference for anon!

I'm more excited than usual for this! Hope you liked it!

Got any requests? Ask me or comment in one of my last posts! I'll be glad to write for you guys!

Enjoy!

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First Kiss with The Rockford Peaches (+ Max)...

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

Okay, so this was after a while when you guys met. Carson knew you had a crush on her, but she didn't push you to come out because she knew it was harder for you to own up to your feelings than it seemed.

Until one day, the two of you were talking, in the game's locker room. Being a baseball and Peaches fan, you held the ball out of your pocket toward her with a smile and a flushed face.

“Could you give me an autograph, Carson?” you whispered, embarrassed, hoping she could deny it.

But to her surprise, she didn't deny it. And she wrote on your ball.

Shortly afterwards, Mr. Baker came to call her.“Wait,” she asked, but not to him. "I need to do something before I leave..."

And, by surprise, Carson glued her lips to yours, catching you off guard.

“Sorry,” she whispered before leaving, with a goofy little smile and a redder face than you did when you asked her to give you an autograph.

And of course she left you wanting more.

Greta Gill

It happened at the bar. The two of you were talking, in a moment so beautiful that probably no one would dare to interfere. And they were a little drunk, of course, because who ever? But they were sober enough to know what they were doing.

And you were in an uproar because you agreed to go out with Greta Gill. All the men and women were completely envying you now, that's for sure.

Greta's laugh woke you from your thoughts. “Oh, I love this song!”

It was some jazz playing in the back of the bar, but since you couldn't risk missing this opportunity, he quickly got up from the stool he was sitting on and extended his hand towards her. "Do me the honor of this dance, Miss Gill?"

Greta smiled again. “With pleasure, Miss (Y\L\N).”

The two of you got up from the stools and started twirling around the room, in time with the jazz. At one point, Greta's eyes were getting lost in you and leaving you disconcerted.

“God, I don't think I've ever laughed as hard in my entire life as I do today,” she whispered, giving you huge shivers. “It's all because of you, (Y\N).”

"Me? No...", you laughed to yourself. "I'm not that special, Greta."

Suddenly, she touched her chin with her index finger and pulled it up. “And who said no?” she whispered. "There has to be some reason I couldn't take my eyes off you, so if you're not special..."

You were going to open your mouth, but she silenced you quickly. And then she glued her lips to yours, not hesitating for a minute, still continuing to twirl you around the bar.

That wasn't your only kiss, not that night. And not in the others.

Maxine Chapman

You and Max had agreed to go on a date at the movies. It was your first date, even though you had known each other for a while and had a strong friendship. And you had just agreed to watch The Wizard of Oz. You had it as a favorite movie and you wanted to see it every day.

It was fun hanging out with Max. Until she started taking the movie too seriously...

“She just wants to go home.” she whimpered. "But she can't."

“Max”, you smiled, turning to her. "It's just a movie, there's nothing."

“It's not just a movie, (Y\NN). It's a reality..." she muttered philosophically.

You laughed and got closer to her, taking the opportunity to steal some of her popcorn. She didn't seem to mind, she was busy wiping away tears. So you just stretched out your fingers and wiped away her tears, touching your fingers to hers.

"You're so deep... but I think that's amazing about you...", you whispered, and for the first time she looked you right in the eye. “I think everything about you is amazing.”

“Can I, like… kiss you?”, she whispered, very close to your lips. "Lights are out, no one will see us, I promise."

You didn't wait for her to finish. She pressed her lips to hers like there was no tomorrow. And Max stopped crying to focus on the buttered popcorn-flavored kiss, which was the best she'd ever tasted.

Maybelle Fox

As Beverly's only living relative, you used to accompany her as a chaperone to Peaches training. It wasn't intimidating for you to watch girls play baseball, and not see your mother giving orders all the time.

The only thing that could make you nervous on the field was a short blonde with dark eyes.

You tried not to think about Maybelle in the final moments of the game. She was disappearing into the massive silhouettes of her teammates, so it was very easy to get her out of your focus. Until the ball was hit at a huge height and practically shot through the air very quickly.

The crowd's eyes widened and you imitated them nervously. Suddenly, the ball hit a huge, fuzzy brown glove in the hands of someone strangely small. And the crowd went crazy in the stands.

It took a long time for you to realize that Maybelle had managed to hold the ball and ensured her team's victory. The girls went to celebrate with their teammates and then formed a huge circle around you and Beverly, who ran to hug them.

“We did it, (Y\NN), I did it!” Maybelle yelled, running towards you in those little shoes. “I got the ball and I got the ball for you! I defended in honor of you!” "What-"

You were interrupted by Maybelle's soft lips clinging to yours. You didn't even have time to react, because it was a surprise kiss that upset your heart and only made you think about reciprocating as much as possible.

When she parted, she was blushing and looking down.

"Oops...", she muttered, smiling slightly.

You gave a silly smile, feeling your cheeks burning, and did the first thing that came to your mind. He grabbed her by the feet and twirled Maybelle through the air, in a chorus of giggles that ended with more cute, adorable kisses.

If every Peaches win was like this, you'd be in profit...

Jo de Luca

You were competing for darts at the bar. And Jo was determined to win. But the gamble had been a little different this time: every time you got it right, you had to kiss each other. Jo didn't know how she'd gone along with the idea of you, but she did, having nothing to lose.

"Alright, you cunning fox, it's game time...", she whispered, very close to your ear, ready to distract you. “If you're over fifty, I'll kiss you. If not…you will be without a prize.”

You closed your eyes, rolling them to pay more attention. And he threw the dart with all his might. He dropped to exactly sixty points. And Jo's eyes widened.

“It's not possible!” she cried, shocked. “NOBODY WINS FROM JO DE LUCA! NOBODY! I've been training darts since I was eight!”

"Shut up! Accept that you lost!” you yelled, grimacing.

“Fine, then, shut up,” she whispered, and you bit your lip.

When your lips touched Jo's, she knew she couldn't stop. And she let you prolong the peck for a real kiss. Your eyes closed in reflex, and when they parted, both your lungs failed to breathe.

“God…” you whispered, shocked. “It was better than I imagined.”

"I think I want to play again...", she muttered, giving a sneer.

Lupe Garcia

Lupe couldn't stop looking at you. You were in the stands of a special and important game and it looked like you had been sent as a lucky charm. The Pitcher was getting excited by her presence and was hitting every ball that threw her.

When the game was finally over, and the Peaches still lost, she went to talk to you outside the Peaches House.

"Hey, stranger..." she whispered, close to your ear.

“Lupe!” you blushed. “Hey, it was... it was a good game, it's the first game I've watched and honestly you guys have great potential...”

"I hate to be too modest, but..." she smiled, clearly flirting. “But we only won because you were there. And I couldn't stop looking at you for a minute. You were like... like my good luck charm, you know? Not mine, but a charm...”

You smiled, shrugging your shoulders. “You know how to make small talk, eh, Pitcher?”

She smiled and lowered her head, biting her lip. “I could teach you my techniques…one day, when you, and if you agree to go out with me…,” she whispered. “A simple date, nothing fancy, I don't like it. Something like a bar, a pizza, a simple baseball game from another team...”

You smiled again. “I don't think it's a bad idea...”

Lupe winked at you, giving you a suggestive smile. And then she tucked the ball into her huge, fluffy glove before whispering in her ear, in Spanish, “Eres una de las chicas más hermosas que he conocido.”

And then, before leaving you in the clouds, Lupe gave you a quick peck.

Jess McCready

“Come on, (Y\N), truth or dare?”

“You look like a bunch of eleven-year-olds!”

It was true. The Peaches used to play games before baseball, but they had never been on a spree of asking each other questions and challenges, and you were sick of it.

“I didn’t get it, (Y\L\N), truth or dare?”, Greta repeated, teasing you.

“Truth, Gill,” you muttered, looking around at all the girls, waiting for some suspicious response or reaction. Carson laughed and leaned over to whisper something in Greta's ear, but she already had something on her mind. "It didn't take me this long to decide, Greta, and I didn't even need someone to guide me!"

Greta glared at you, then whispered, at the top of her lungs,

“Of all of us,” she pointed to the wheel. “Would you hook up with one of us and why would you hook up with that person?”

It was her turn to glare at Greta. She knew too much.

"Alright, alright..." You raised your hands in surrender. “Honestly, I would pick Jess. Because I think she's cool and pretty."

The girls' screams echoed through the locker room, and Ana even ruffled Jess's hat as she stared at you, shocked, giving a disbelief laugh.

“Wait a fucking minute,” she yelled, looking into his eyes. “Is this serious?”

You shrugged and leaned forward in order to surprise her with a kiss. Jess's eyes widened, but she responded without fear.

And the girls screamed even more in the background, just not to lose the habit.

Esti Gonzales

“Esti, what happened? Why are you crying?"

Esti lifted her head to face you, and a few small tears escaped her eyes. "Wanted... cinema...", she replied, still slurred with English, but willing to make you understand what she meant.

The Rockford Peaches girls had gone to the movies once again. And Lupe had said she couldn't go because of her broken English, because people would never understand what Esti meant.

You smiled, sighing and sitting down next to her. “Hey…” you whispered. “It's okay, seriously. One day you will be able to go to the movies.”

She sniffed. "I will not go..."

“I'll take you, I promise,” you replied, sticking out your pinky. “It's a pinky promise, it can't be broken.” You lifted her pinky finger and placed it next to yours. "Don't cry, Esti, honey, you're doing fine..."

She smiled, and took your face with both hands. "You're one of the nicest people I've ever met, (Y\NN)..."

And then, she surprisingly gave you a peck.

Shirley Cohen

“Shirl?”

You surprised her with a huge leap when she appeared at the bedroom door. She turned to you with wide eyes. "It's going to scare me to death one day, (Y\NN), I swear to God that-"

You chuckled derisively. “Now do you eat canned food?”

Her eyes scanned the room and found the cans scattered across the bed and on the table where the lamp was. Shirley shrugged. You waited for her to answer, patiently.

"I'm trying new things..." she whispered. “I'm tired of thinking that everything is wrong or that everything is wrong. It's time to innovate.”

“I enjoyed seeing it,” you smiled proudly. “And what is missing now?”

"One thing only...", she whispered, a little tense.

And by surprise, she pressed her lips to yours. And separated them in a few seconds. And she looked at you with her eyes still wide, while you smiled. I wasn't going to talk aloud about your crush on her, but it would probably come out and you would speak up when you could.

"God! What did I do?” Shirley asked.

“You kissed me!” you said, loud enough.

She pursed her lips. "I did? Ah..." and then, she smiled. "It was good. It was better than kissing a man, really. But I never kissed any man.”

[sawyerconfort]

I would love to request a Greta imagine! When we’re dating and I surprise her by showing up to a game. Just pure fluff☺️

Thank you!

SURE! A GRETA IMAGINE! YEEEES!

Honestly, I’m obsessed with A League of Their Own, so... maybe keep requesting oneshots about the girls, and I’ll write them!

(Start with Greta is such an honor... she’s a real godess!)

Ok, enjoy your request!

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Two Weeks And I’ll Be Home | Greta Gill x Reader

Prompt: You’re Greta Gill’s girlfriend. She’s playing baseball in a female league. That’s the plot. The rest is... confetti?

* * *

"I think I'm going to explode with anticipation, Jo!"

"Hey little bird, calm down!", the girl comforted her friend on the bed in the room they shared at the Peaches' house. "It's just a letter, doesn't mean she's coming into the game unless she said so explicitly in the letter, let me see."

Things were getting too tense backstage at the games. Greta had just received a letter from you, who was traveling with your parents for work, saying that in two weeks you would be home. It was enough to start her anxiety, which she probably thought you were referring to "being home" like coming to see her play or something.

Not that that wasn't the real meaning. But you wanted to keep it a secret. And you weren't too sure you could catch the nearest train in game time. Your parents were, like, total supporters of dating Greta, but they cared enough about you to want you to stay.

"Do you think she can come?" Greta asked, still anxious. "Do you think I should write asking if she will come?"

"I guess you just have to wait...", Jo smiled, leaving the room. "Come on, let's order the girls a drink, calm your nervous breakdowns, Greta!"

She resisted, but ended up accompanying her best friend and confidant.

Jo knew about your plan. You had written her a letter a few days ago telling her everything. She'd written back to you with schedules from the last few games, trying to make it easier for you to find a train. But of course she was going to hide all this from Greta as much as she could.

It was a difficult task for Jo, but she was doing well...

* * *

"Sorry girls, I don't think I'm focused!"

The narrator's voice announced that the game was on a break, blaming it on the Peaches, when Carson asked him for a break. Greta sat on the reserve bench and put her head between her knees.

“What happened this time?” Lupe asked, confused.

"I can't, I can't..."

“Hey, little bird…” Jo called out of nowhere. “Hey, look at me. Everything is fine. I know the two weeks are here today, I know you really want her to come, but you have to focus on the game first...”

"I so wish she could see me..." Greta sighed.

“She knows you. She knows you're a great batsman and would want to see you crush that field, okay?” Jo added. “We need you Greta, let's go! It's impossible without you!"

"But if you want to stay, we can work it out..." Carson said, massaging her temples. "We'll find a way, of course."

“No,” Greta said, standing up. "I'll do it. You are right. I will do it for (Y\N).”

“Who?” Lupe asked, confused.

“I'll do this for my girlfriend!” she added, running back to the field.

Greta stayed focused the entire game, wondering what you would say if you were there to see her, and the ball landed perfectly on her bat, giving the Peaches team the victory. As the girls cheered, she stopped to look around the stands, where people in the crowd were screaming frantically. From a distance, she saw you, hugging some stranger. And minutes later, your eyes met.

Greta smiled broadly. You reciprocated, even from afar. She was dying to hug you, but she knew she couldn't do it in the midst of all these people, so she just waved, as if to someone very ordinary and unknown, which was what she did best.

* * *

“Miss Gill, sorry to disturb you,” Mr. Baker announced, stepping backstage and tipping his hat as a sign of respect. “We don't usually do that here, but there's a fan in the stands and she said she really wanted to meet you, so I let her in, okay?”

Greta turned around, taking off her team shirt and looking at the girls, who stared back at her, a little confused. She shrugged. "Alright, you can let her in if you want."

“Please be quick,” he asked, in a whisper. “It's discreet. We don't have much time, and if I let one in, I'll have to let them all in."

He left, replacing his hat and leaving a space to reveal you behind him. You looked at Greta, cringing for cover, and she grinned even wider as her eyes widened.

"You didn't, (Y\NN)...", she whispered, laughing to herself and running to hug her. Instinctively, you jumped into Greta's arms, taking her by surprise. “God, you're really impossible! And you came!”

“I came!”, you smiled, pulling away from her to kiss her, even though in front of the other girls. They weren't caring, apparently. “I said I would come, didn't I? You have to thank Jo, G, she's been helping me so much ever since I thought I'd come watch her game, I certainly wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for her..."

Greta smiled, kissing you again, hands on your face. She touched your cheeks as if she wanted to prove you were real. And the touch of Greta's fingers was so soft you didn't even bother to leave it there.

"I've missed you so much, honey...", she whispered, kissing you again. This time, a peck. “Since I got your letter, I can't stop thinking about you, since I knew you were coming, I've been counting the days, really… do you know the girls? You MUST meet the girls, baby, really, they are all amazing!”

“Hey G, I know you're excited about the game and me, but please calm down, okay?” you whispered back, laughing, and kissing her again. It felt so good to have Greta by your side, and these rare moments deserved to be made the most of.

* * *

You spent the rest of the day together. It is the next. It is the next. And there went a week you were together. But Greta wasn't satisfied. She wanted more, more time with you. And because of that, she tried to include you as much as possible when she was with the girls. When she got to know them better, you found yourself drinking endless drinks and getting drunk around them.

Now there were you two, you and Greta, resting, after a night of drinks (they were a little drunk, but sober enough to know what they were doing), in a lesser degree of cold, under a fireplace, in the living room, sitting on the sofa.

“The girls are amazing!” you would exclaim out loud. Greta laughed, snuggling you closer to her. “God, I feel like I've known them forever!”, you smirked. "And they're all extremely hot, you know?"

Greta looked at you suddenly, brow furrowed.

“Really, Greta! You know, Lupe is so serious, so badass, she's actually sexy! And Maybelle? Adorable, cute, innocent and very hot!”, you would say, of course, in jest. I expected her to be mad at you like she used to be. “Oh, but Carson is the best of them all! She's the prettiest, cutest, cutest, most adorable, and most…well, you know, of them all!”

“(Y\N)!”, she scolded you, making you laugh.

“But I really like my idol, Greta Gill, do you know her? She is all of that in one combo, divided by ten and multiplied by a hundred thousand!”

Greta smiled and kissed you, giving in to your teasing. “You're too silly, love…” she whispered against your lips. "I missed you, you know that?"

"Missed you too, hitter..."

She leaned her head on your shoulder and sighed. “I'm sleepy, but… can we just cuddle for a few more minutes? I miss your kisses, your hugs, your smell...”, she breathed in your sweet perfume, causing you involuntary shivers. "Can we? This time, you can be the big spoon if you want.”

You smiled back, giving her a peck. “Of course, Greta. Of course."

And then she snuggled into you, threading the fingers of one hand through your hair, and the fingers of the other hand through yours.

'I love you, honey,' she whispered spontaneously.

“I love you more, love,” you whispered back sleepily.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

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