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smells like team spirit (it's less dangerous) by western_smallfoot
Fandoms: A League of Their Own (TV 2022)
07 Nov 2024
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She and Jess are friends. No matter what. Even when the evidence seems pretty damn compelling, it doesn’t mean anything. They’re friends.
But she’s never had a friend like Jess.Five times Lupe tries to convince herself they're still just friends, and one time they definitely cross the line. And then a 100k epilogue.
(Jess and Lupe inventing friends with benefits? It's likely.)
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03 Dec 2022
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"Okay garcía, time to make you see the stars" lives rent free in my head now
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Is it still you and I forever, hermano? by sapphicalexandra
Fandoms: A League of Their Own (TV 2022)
04 Jan 2023
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Lupe is back in Rockford along with the other Peaches for the second season of professional baseball, and she should feel elated about it, but a lot has happened in the past year, hell, in the past life of her life, and she knows she won't be able to outrun it forever. Not for lack of trying, though... and try she will until the bitter end.
However, seeing Jess again after they parted ways before New Year's not on the best of terms doesn't help her pretend she's not fucking hanging on a thread. And then, even worse, the past comes literally knocking on her door.Jess, on her hand, who prided herself to be wild and untameable, can't believe she let something as mundane as love ruin her like this. She just wanted to play baseball, for fuck's sake, and now she has stakes in her life going by the name of hermano that are higher than she could've ever imagined, and she knows she will gladly die trying to reach them or so help her. Yet, she may be well in over her head.
Or: How I would write s2 Lupe's and Jess's character arcs
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She’d catch my wrist and not let it go, Lupe thinks, watching Jess methodically strip the label from her beer. Those square hands of hers; callused and rough and red-knuckled. She’d squeeze her hand around it ’til it hurts. Jess’ eyes flick up, catching Lupe staring. And I’d let her.