#jess mccready x reader

[elsvenus]

𝟎𝟎. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝟎𝟏. 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝟎𝟐. 𝐔𝐏𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 for ellie williams, abby anderson, lottie matthews, van palmer, nat scatorccio, amber freeman, hazel callahan, lupe garcía and jess mccready. the only male i write for is finnick odair as he is my comfort character please do not pester me about it, i am a lesbian and i do not feel comfortable with any others. soon to be found 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 here. no topics are off limits, i want to practice my writing so please submit requests.

[elisa20beth]

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.

[ohcaptains]

smoke and mirrors

synopsis. jess finds subtle ways to let everyone know you’re hers. 

an. back on my jess bullshit. though to be honest, i never really left. here’s something short and sweet. apologies if you’re not in the aloto fandom, mostly because it’s good and you’re missing out on great telly !

warnings. ‘hiding’ ones sexuality and mentions of homophobia. not beta’d.

It all started when she saw you hanging with the Danvers’ eldest son. Had stepped out of the grocer with a fresh pack of smokes, and her first drag was ruined from the sight of you walking into the diner with his arm slung over your shoulder.

Rage had ripped through her, a living, breathing thing. It fuelled her, sparking a desire to stalk over there, rip his arm from you and then slug him one in the face. Feel the pop of his nose from under her knuckle, then see the blood start to pour. Yet she stayed rooted in her spot. Never dared to cross that line. 

She dreamt about it later that night, instead. 

Got into bed and imagined beating him senseless, then pulling you into her and planting a kiss on your pretty lips, victorious. She knew it came from an odd sense of masculinity that she’d aspired to but was never allowed to achieve.

 I want everyone to know that you’re mine, she’d whispered into your ear a couple of days later, after you’d explained that your mother had set up the little arrangement. Jess had traced the line of your nose. Bent over you, covering your naked body with hers and whispered, want to take you out and show you off. 

It was bittersweet. It could never happen – certainly not in her hometown of Moosejaw, anyhow.

So, she got creative. Got desperate, more like. Started leaving her smokes in your jacket pocket. Her cap in your bedroom. Started depositing little bits of herself in your life, so that others could see that you were hers, and that she was there, and she wasn’t moving a fucking muscle. Gum packets, receipts, her favourite soda that you hated.

“You left these in my room again,” you spit, throwing her smokes at her as you climb into her truck. Jess catches the packet, waiting for you to turn to her in mock impression – like you always did when she showed off her skills – yet you don’t grace her with your eyes.

“You gotta be more careful, Jess,” you tut, glancing out of the window. Face snarled together, frustrated – Jess sees it in the way you wring your hands together. She licks her lips. Tries to be nonchalant about it all, even if her heart is slamming against her chest. She knows. She knows. She knows about my game. “Just say they’re yours.” Your head whips around, and Jess gets a whiff of your perfume. “You think my Mother would let me smoke?” “They’re good for you,” she shrugs, pushing the half-empty packet into her skirt pocket, in front of the new one. This decision of hers to fill you up with her things was getting costly. “I don’t think doing anything as often as you smoke is good for you.” Jess smiles, thinking that there was a flirtatious joke in there somewhere. She doesn’t say it, though. Knows you’re pissed, and it would just deepen the fact. So, she licks her lips and watches you furiously buckle up. Tries to find a response that won’t earn her the silent treatment. “The man on the radio said so,” she counters, and you roll your eyes, looking at her with a disappointed huff. Her face collapses – said the wrong thing. A horrible thing, it seems, as your eyes go cold – busy with a memory. You shake your head at her. “Man on the radio says a lot of things, things my parents listen to – remember?”

She remembers, of course, how could she not? Getting into your house, your parents were in the living room as the buzz of the radio fluttered through the hallway. The pair of you had stood in the foyer, listening to some preacher spread lies and hatred over the airwaves. Just…leaning against the wall, listening, and watching each other. Saying everything that needed to be said, without uttering a word.

“'m sorry,” Jess mumbles. The word is foreign on her lips, but she withstands the taste anyhow. “I didn’t --” she mutters, scrunching her face up and slinging a hand to the wheel. “—didn’t think.” “Yeah, you didn’t,” you quickly spit, and Jess is filled with such regret that she wants to vomit. The truck is silent until the hears the rustle of your jacket as you shrug.

“Besides, my mother would never believe that I smoke Old Golds…Chesterfields, maybe.” You turn to her, fighting a smile. “Old Gold…now that’s an old man cigarette.” She looks at you – relaxing, slightly. Emotions shifted, said your piece. Jess’ face breaks into a slow smile, and when it reaches her ears – as it always manages to do – she shakes her head at you.

“Damn baby, you’re mean.”

Though she decides she’s going to smoke Chesterfields from now on, to avoid suspicion.

[sawyerconfort]

Jess McCready cuddle fluff imagine pls

HEY!

Sorry, it took me a while to post this.

Anyway, I hope you like it. I'm slowly coming back with imagines from other fandoms and, as I'm missing aloto these days (I'm still not over it), I thought I needed to post one.

Enjoy!

Please be patient with the asks, it takes me a while, but I'll do it!

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Grumpy Kid | Jess McCready x Fem!Reader

PROMPT: When you date someone who apparently doesn't like physical touch and you're secretly crazy about spooning.

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It was raining. And you were accompanying your newest girlfriend's baseball team on a trip out of the state they usually stayed in.

It was common that early in the morning, before the game, the Rockford Peaches would go out to practice a little, and you would follow Jess there too, from the stands. But you had met the bad weather, and that was common as well.

Now, without practice or games, the girls tried to have fun the way they liked best. Some had gotten involved in a game of chess, others were drinking and smoking, some were sleeping peacefully. You and Jess were just relaxing, in the room she shared with Greta, her forcefully cutting her nails while you were in bed, feet up.

"You're going to come to bed, aren't you?"

Jess looked at you. "All I'm missing is my big toe. And then I'll go, yes."

You smiled, knowing she was serious. But of course, your girlfriend's stay in bed came with a price: no spooning.

Jess wasn't fond of physical touch, and that was clear from the moment you met, in a gay bar at the game the girls played in your state. She tried really hard to ask you to dance with her and was a little afraid when you rested your face on her chest in the middle of the slow song.

It kind of confused you at first, but now, it was a matter of habit, more than anything.

As she had said before, she finished doing her toe nails and threw herself on the bed, surprisingly opening her arms and looking at you as if to say: "come to my hug", which was unheard of.

"Don't get used to it, just so you have something better to lie on than those hard, horrible pillows, God..."

You smiled and nodded, hugging her and laying your head on her chest. Jess didn't hug you or anything, just kept her arms up, sighing.

"I wish we could practice, this is so unfair," she complained, sighing again. You looked at her with a frown.

"Unless you want to catch a cold, of course, I agree."

Jess looked back at you and chuckled. "Then you would take care of me," she laughed again. "Oh come on, (Y/N), don't make that face."

You raised your arms in surrender and she laughed. Then, she dodged when you tried to touch her chest, caressing her.

"Jess..."

"We've already talked about this, love."

"But the weather is perfect for cuddling...", you pouted and she laughed. "Please..."

Jess rolled her eyes playfully and continued with her arms up, not making a point of hugging you. Until you threw yourself at her and surprised her, in a good way.

"(Y/N), what the actual fuck?", she whispered, not in an angry way, just confused, her way.

"Okay, my bad. I was just trying", you explained, now feeling guilty. Jess looked at you with teary eyes and a frown, then grabbed your chin with her pincer finger and lifted it.

Her little eyes... Jess McCready was definitely tough and a lot stronger than she even looked, but she was just as affectionate when she was with you, especially.

"It's okay, baby, I know," she whispered. "I'm the one who owes you an apology. I was too rude this time, sorry."

"No, love... You were just being you."

You laughed and pressed your nose against hers, which she allowed, without fear, without backing down this time. Jess pulled you closer, holding you by the waist, and then rested her chin on the top of your head.

"I think I'm starting to like the idea of ​​spooning in the rain. You’re very comfortable, (Y/N).”

"You think?"

Jess nodded, and the minutes-long kiss she gave you afterwards was breathtaking.

"My comfy girl..." she whispered, laughing. "But please, just don't tell the girls that we're spooning, okay?"

“Okay, grumpy kid,” you teased back, laughing. "Okay, that would be a good name for a superhero, hmm?"

Jess rolled her eyes, but didn't let go of you, not even with the bad jokes you made for the rest of the time you were there, until the rain stopped for good.

[novacqnes]

Could you write a Jess McCready x fem reader smut, where they lose a game and she takes her anger out in a different way?

anger management // jess mccready

warning: smut; oral, orgasm denial, thigh riding

pairing: jess mccready x fem reader

“jess? jess listen, i know you’re upset but please let me in.”

no response.

all you heard were furious pacing steps on the opposite as you waited outside of the bedroom. she’d been in there for hours. the peaches had been off to a rocky start this season and it proved to be evident in their latest game. 

during the last inn jess had missed almost all of the pitches costing the peaches yet another win. and although nobody blamed her for this she couldn’t help but feel angry at herself, however this manifested itself in an entirely different way than you expected. 

“hun, please just talk to me.” you knocked on the door once again but this time it creaked open, allowing you to dash right in. 

you were expecting to walk into a scene— the room trashed, clothing everywhere with jess seething but it was the complete opposite. when you first walked in the room was particularly clean, cleaner than usual and she sat calmly on the bed—like she was waiting for you.

“jess?”

she looked up, her eyes meeting yours and while there was still anger in them there was lust as well. 

“sit down,” she purred, patting the space next to her.

you moved tentatively, taking a seat right beside her. her bare arms brushed against yours and you could feel the heat radiating from her body. your heart began to beat more rapidly as she worked her arm around you bringing you closer. 

“i need your help.”

“of course anything,” you cooed.

she dropped her face into her hands taking a deep breath before turning to face you. her face was a deep angry red, and strands of her frenzied blonde hair fell from her cap. you slipped a hand over her bouncing thigh to reassure her. but you could tell she was trying her hardest to contain it.

she pleaded, “i don’t wanna blow up…but i just- i need something to take it out on.” after her statement a brief silence filled the small room, you knew what it meant or more specifically what she needed. 

“…..and you want that to be me?” you whispered. 

“you can say no—“

“yes.”

she began, “y/n—“ but you took her hand in yours, bringing it down your body and eventually to the crotch of your pants. you held it there waiting for jess’s reaction but all she did was stare, desire blurring her vision. you nodded one last time and that was all jess needed. 

in one swift motion she yanked your pants down, bringing you up onto her lap as she kissed you, hard. you flung her cap off, wrapping your arms around her neck as you began to move against her.

her hands made their way down your body peeling off your shirt and bra leaving you in nothing but your underwear. you went to take it off when you felt a firm grasp on your hips.

“don't. keep it on,” she said sternly.

you shuddered at the almost bare feeling of your pussy against the cloth of jess’s pants. she shifted so that you were directly over her thigh, instructing you to move. she kept her hands over your hands limiting your movements which made it all frustrating but euphoric. 

“never seen you look this desperate for me… so needy.” 

you cried out, losing yourself as your clit brushed against the cloth. jess was blinded by the sight so much so that she wanted to prolong the experience in order to take in every plea, moan and cry you had to offer. 

“please let me— let me go faster jess,” you shuddered.

“not yet, baby.”

your were limited to a torturous pace allowing the pleasure to slowly build inside of you. your underwear was drenched, your lover’s pants stained but she showed no signs of letting up, despite the insatiable urge for a release. 

“close?”

“oh fuck yes— can i?“ you mewled, struggling to produce a simple coherent sentence. you strung together short obscenities as your vision blurred. jess could practically feel you on the verse of letting go but she refused to let you have it that easily. 

“no.”

you protested, “but jess—“

“still have some steam to blow off, sweetheart,” she teased, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. she clamped down on your waist bringing your movements to a halt as you soaked her pants. you fought to contain the raging orgasm  finding its way to your body but jess had other plans in mind. 

before you knew it she slid you off of her lap, tearing off your underwear and then leaning back on the bed to give you room. with little time to adjust she was pulling you back onto her and this time it was her face.

“come here.” 

jess’s soft lips connected with your pussy sending a deep shiver up your spine. instinctively you pulled away from her mouth but her hands kept you planted, forcing you to take every tauntingly slow flick of her tongue.

“i love that fucking taste, it’s so perfect,” she grunted.

filthy sounds of pleasure filled the room as your girlfriend’s mouth latched onto your core.  she swirled her tongue over your clit sucking down on the sensitive area, tracing along your folds and humming at the taste of your wetness.

“mmh— please jess, fuck i can’t hold it anymore.” 

“just a little bit longer.”

your cries turned into a desperate plea for mercy that just fueled jess to keep going. and she wouldn’t stop until she felt you shaking on top of her. 

you clutched onto her chest, a beautiful aching feeling consuming you. her strong arms pressed your further onto her face so that she could taste every part of you.  you could feel yourself losing all control as your upper body gave out, leaving you splayed out on her body. 

“please.”

jess could feel you nearing the end and she knew you were right where she needed you. with one last kiss to your dripping pussy she softened her grip, allowing your raging orgasm ensue.

“come for me baby,” she whispered.

you collapsed on top of her as your entire body became paralyzed. the sweet lustful pleasure trickled from you, leaving you dazed in jess’s bed. for a while your vision went black as you reeled from the experience, your girlfriend whispering sweet nothings into your ear to calm you. 

she pressed a warm kiss to your sweaty forehead as a cocky grin spread across her lips. 

“calm now?” you asked, laying down at her side.

“never better.”

[bee6r]

Jess McCready Headcanon

loves to always be holding your hand, have their arm around you, hand on your thigh, etc

just loves to touch you (love language)

lets you wear her hat

runs her hands through your hair/plays with your hair

loves it when you come watch her games because you're her good luck charm

picnic dates

loves to kiss your hands

won't show it, but they get very jealous when other people flirt with you

makes it very obvious that you are together and is *just a little* protective

loves you more than anything

[therealmastermindtv]

Someone needs to write a grumpy protector x oblivious sunshine Jess mccready fanfic where jess gets a golden retriever gf

[miaivy]

where are the jess mccready x reader oneshots when i need them 😭

[ohcaptains]

congrats on hitting 10k!! That’s awesome and as someone who’s read ur stuff over and over, you completely deserve it !!

for the blurb night, if this inspires anything; Jess from a league of their own being obsessed with messing up a femme reader’s make up? It’s one thing for her to smear her own lipstick on a napkin or the back of her hand after a game, but the messing up of something so meticulously done just for her drives her a bit 👀 smut or fluff, whatever it inspires! Ty! :)<3

I'm -- soooooooooogay

Jess was always so careful with you. Until she wasn’t.

“Shh,” she whispers, dragging her thumb across your lower lip. Your eyes flutter closed for a brief second, and Jess sinks into the feel of it. The feel of control, of having you under her thumb – literally.

You blink awake, shaking your head at yourself. “Jess,” you start, but she frowns. “I said shh,” she tuts, faux mad at you. “You can’t hear me or something?” She walks forward, and you immediately stumble back with her, the force of her body pushing you into the wall. “Jess—” “You can’t hear me?”

She looks at you now. Big eyes staring holes into yours. Her thumb is still on your lips, her hand still on your jaw. “N-No,” you stutter start, shaking your head – as far as her hand will allow. She raises her eyebrows. Hard Jess is here now. The Jess whose face screws into a bolt.

“I-I mean, I mean—yes, yes, I can hear you.” “Good,” she grins, nodding her head to you, eyes at your lips. It’s silent, for a second. But it feels like an eternity. Just her staring at your mouth, her thumb sliding back and forth, back, and forth.

“Always so pretty for me,” she whispers, leaning closer. She pushes her forward against yours, and your body goes to jelly. It always does around Jess. It’s like this superpower that she has.

Of course they win the game you couldn’t go to. She came home, all swagger and confidence. Tore off that silly dress and now she’s doting her vest top and silly red shorts. You look down between your bodies. See her nipples pushing through her white vest, and you move to kiss her, but her grasp is tight. Not painful – just, steady. Strong. Like her. Your Jess.

“So pretty, with your lipstick and eyeliner.”

She slowly rests her mouth against your ear, and her hot breath and the softness of her lips force shivers down your spine. “Mm,” you hum, jutting your hips out, fidgeting to get closer.

Jess ignores you. Carries on with her torment.

You glance at her, and she catches your eyes. “So put together,” she grins, “but what if I—” and she pushes her thump into your lips, then across them, smearing the red of your lipstick over your cheek. You gasp, her name on your lips, and then she’s kissing under your jaw, smothering any sense that you might have had. Jess grazes her teeth over your flesh, and you don’t care that she’s fucked up your lipstick. Don’t care that she’s smeared it over your cheek, because she’s sucking a bruise into your skin. Heat pushes between your thighs.

“J-Jess,” you manage to stutter, and she cackles like she’s won a prize. Kisses over your cheek, quickly, before pressing a big, deep one against your lips. When she pulls away, she’s got your lipstick smeared over her chin, and her eyes are alive as she says, “Even prettier when you’re messy.”

[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? 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!”

[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

[bee6r]

When the Ship Goes Down // Jess McCready

Pairing: Jess McCready x Reader

Words: 491

Summary: Jess and you go dancing with the others on the Titanic. (Fluff)

The whole fic can be found on ao3

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Jess spun around in circles at the center of the dance floor, their braid flyer behind them, and a smile on their face. You clap from the side, laughing at the Jess and the others in the middle. A couple were up on tables, moving carefully, but joyfully, while others remained on the ground, being as aggressive as they pleased.

As the song died away, and the next one rang in, Jess jogged over to you, slightly breathless.

"You were great out there," you say, still laughing.

"You should come dance with us, I know you like to dance."

"I'm not good though."

"Have you seen those other guys out there," Jess says jokingly, turning their head to face the others still on the floor. A few of the men and women Jess had been with laugh. "You don't have to be good." Jess turns back to you, "you just have to have fun, jump around, come on, dance with me."

You allow them to drag you onto the dance floor, grasping your hand and beginning to tap their foot to the beat of the song. You do the same, and soon, you are just as caught up in the music as Jess is.

You dance for what feels like an hour, letting your hair go where it pleases and moving along with the music, and hitting the ground with the balls of your feet. Eventually, a man's voice rings out over the crowd, alerting everyone that only one more song would be playing because of the numerous complaints from the floors above.

People all across the room groan, but the man assures the crowd that the party would continue the next night. Some people retire to their rooms immediately, while others, including you and Jess, stay on the floor to listen to the last song.

It starts, and you realize almost immediately, that it is a slow song, one where people dance carefully together. Jess looks at you, and smiles softly.

"Shall we." They hold out their hand, and you take it, returning the smile. They pull you to the middle of the, almost completely deserted, dance floor and put their hands around your waist, pulling you closer to them. You lay your head on their shoulder, and Jess leans theirs's against the top of your head. "We should do this more often." They remark and you smile into their shirt.

"Yes, we should." They push up your face with their thumb and forefinger, and lean close to you, pressing their lips gently against yours. In that moment, you don't care that there are others in the room, and you don't care that people may be looking at you, all you care about is Jess, standing in front of you, and kissing you. You kiss them back, and you break away only when the song ends. Then, they lead you to your shared room, and close the door behind you.

[beachbabey]

I’m so smitten with Ana Blair, Lupe Garcia and Jess McCready

got me blushing, giggling, twirling my hair and kicking my feet

(Please link some x readers and help ur local lesbian)