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Carson,
I’m sorry but I had to go. We’ve been living in a dream world, you and me, and it’s only a matter of time before everything falls apart - it always does. They already found out about Jo, we’re next if we don’t stop and I can’t see you hurt. I just can’t take that. But I meant what I said that first night - I’ve never met anyone like you. I will miss your lips. I will miss your touch. I will miss everything we had - except maybe your dancing. But it is better for you to be with him and for me to move on.
Love,
Greta
ALOTO 1x07
#aloto#a league of their own#alotoedit#shirley cohen#greta gill#carson shaw#maybelle fox#carson x greta#carson x shirley#tvedit#userbbelcher#femalegifsource#femaledaily#filmtvspot#filmtvcentral#s1#1x07#gifs#*#by purple#shirley has a queer day to remember
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Carson: go big or go home!
Shirley, with tears in her eyes: i am begging you, Carson. for once in your life, go home. please. just this once. go home.
Carson, whispering: i’m going big.
#carson x shirley#carson shaw#shirley cohen#incorrect quotes#incorrect aloto#incorrect a league of their own#aloto#a league of their own
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how am i holding up with the aloto news? i’m not. i’m choosing to pretend it doesn’t exist and that we are getting them back one day for a long time and that jess and lupe are traveling together and that they are all just hanging out together in the off season and everything is good😄
#aloto#a league of their own#lupe garcia#jess mccready#lesbian#kelly mccormack#roberta colindrez#lupe x jess#jesslupe#carson shaw#greta gill#maxine chapman#jo deluca#maybelle fox#shirley cohen#esti gonzalez
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I’m not gay, I’m just chaperoning this date for my very good friend and interrupting her date every time he speaks and making sure he doesn’t sound impressive to her and making annoyed faces every time she says something nice to him and having to excuse myself when she gives him the exact same line we told each other immediately before kissing in a closet, but I’m NOT gay or anything
#was Carson just gonna stay in the bathroom looking sad if Greta didn’t follow her there#worse#what if Shirley had gone check on her because she thought Carson was I’ll#carson shaw#greta gill#a league of their own#gretson#carson x greta
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You know what ALOTO has NONE of? The "Predatory Lesbian" stereotype.
Too often in wlw media there's this stereotype of a lesbian (usually butch) who has this bravado, "I could treat you better than your boyfriend could" or "I could turn you" type of energy. While some girls might see this as sexy and confident, I see it as predatory and uncalled for.
But in ALOTO, they avoid this stereotype perfectly! A few examples:
Jo and Maybelle
We see from the very beginning that Jo is fawning over Maybelle, especially with her "What's your type?" "Blondes" response:
Is she being flirty? Yeah! But from then on, she's just as respectful and playful with Maybelle as she is with the rest of the girls, and never makes a move or does anything to make Maybelle uncomfortable. Maybelle never felt threatened by Jo, or even with the reality that she might be gay after all. In 1x07 she says, "And so what if she's queer?" And reminds Shirley that above all else, Jo is their friend.
2. Lupe & Carson 1x01 scene
In 1x01 when they're at the bar, Lupe and Carson are small-talking about running away from home. Lupe comments on her haircut, Carson says, "I don't think I look that different, though." Lupe gives her a knowing smile and backs away, saying "Eh...you kinda do."
In MY opinion, she's appreciating her haircut in a way that says, "You look kinda hot now," but is perfectly nice and doesn't do anything other than compliment her. (The fact that it just adds to Carson's Gay Awakening isn't Lupe's fault, LOL.)
3. Shirley's Perspective
Shirley is used as the traditional/fearful view of gay people, the "You're a lesbian and I'm a woman, therefore you MUST be in love with me!!" perspective. But the story is great about using the other characters to nonchalantly point out how dumb that is (her 1x07 convo with Maybelle, Carson's "That's not how it works" comment, lol). They don't make it into a huge political statement, they literally just look homophobia in the face and go "WHO TF CARES"
(presleyelvis has a really good post about Shirley's character development too!)
4. Honorable Mention: Carson & Greta
Carson & Greta is obviously a huge topic, but I just want to point out that I don't believe Greta was acting predatory or pursuing Carson in any way. She only acted on signals that she believed Carson was giving her, and was brave (stupid?) enough to act on them.
Even when Greta brings up Charlie in conversation, she's never bitter or disparaging about him, other than to say that he looks boring lol. No man-hating lesbians here, people!
ANYWAY, I just love that the girls have nothing but respect for each other as friends & teammates, and that their sexuality is only deemed a "threat" to external forces (except for Shirley, who again has an awesome self-realizing arc in that regard.)
GOOD JOB, FRUITS 🍑🍑🍑
#aloto#a league of their own#aloto spoilers#greta x carson#lupe garcia#jo de luca#maybelle fox#shirley cohen
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I'll never get over how hilarious this exchange in the background is during this scene
Carson is so distracted by the idea that she's gonna get laid she fr can't pay attention to this conversation with Ana for 5 seconds
Like they start talking and Carson is mildly engaged:
Hellooo? Earth to Carson?:
Mounting frustration...:
(at this point Carson is just openly staring at Greta)
Fuck it, I give up:
This is why I'm convinced Ana knew about them bc this whole interaction just read as 'yeah there's no use she's too busy being gay rn' with zero suspicion - more just 'I'm gonna leave before the sexual tension in the air begins to choke me'
#honestly who could blame her#but fr subtelty wasn't in the equation at all she was on cloud 9#carson shaw#ana blair#greta gill#shirley cohen#gretson#carson x greta#aloto#aloto 2022#a league of their own#a league of their own 2022#a league of their own series#my aloto posts
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Shirley: Why are your tongues purple?
Carson: I had a blue slurpee
Greta: And I had a red one
Shirley: Oh?
Shirley:
Shirley: OH!
#incorrect aloto#a league of their own#aloto series#greta gill#carson shaw#greta x carson#carson x greta#gretson#shirley cohen#lgbtq community#lgbtq#wlw post#wlw ship#darcy carden#abbi jacobson
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Catching You Wearing Their Shirt with The Rockford Peaches (+Max)...
Right! As always, when I open a new era on the blog, I start with a preference, and since I haven't done that in a while, I decided to use it to announce that I'm OFFICIALLY taking requests for A League of Their Own for now!
Since I watched this series, I've been obsessed with it and the cast in general, so I thought that with the lack of fanfics about them here on Tumblr, I'd start writing some. I hope you like it, and I hope you might be interested in the series as well. It is worth taking a look!
Anyway, let's go to the preference. Starting with a cute one and going until you guys get tired of fanfics with them hahahah
(Just to add, the fanfics with the Heathers and Stranger Things will still appear here and will be free to requests too, if you want).
You can send me an ask or comment on one of my last posts if you have any special requests... the rules and masterlist are fixed on my profile!
Enjoy!
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W H A T H A P P E N S W H E N . . .
(Carson Shaw, Greta Gill, Maxine Chapman, Maybelle Fox, Jo de Luca, Lupe Garcia, Jess McCready, Esti Gonzales and Shirley Cohen)
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Carson Shaw
She opened the door with force and haste, not giving a damn about the girls who were jostling each other, just so she could see you step into her field of vision and jump into your arms, giving you a kiss when the girls seemed to walk away. .
“We won!” she screamed, as soon as she parted from your lips. “We won, and it was no fun without you there to celebrate!”
“I know not,” you replied, smiling. “But I'm proud of your victory, that's what matters. I missed you like crazy here alone!”
Carson smiled pityingly and kissed you once more. The two of you were dating, but she had decided that it would be best to avoid public appearances, because people might be suspicious.
Suddenly, she was staring at you with a frown.
“Hey, is this my favorite shirt?”
You blushed violently, caught off guard, thinking she wouldn't notice. "Yeah...", you stuttered. "I was missing you a lot, and I thought I could wear your shirt to have your scent closer to me and lessen the longing, who knows...", it was your turn to frown. "Why? Some problem? Did I get that ugly?”
“I think with the mask on, it’ll work a lot better,” Carson replied, her face serious and her brow furrowed. Seconds later, she was smiling and kissing you again, which made you understand that it was just a joke. “I'm kidding, baby. You don't look ugly even if you were wearing a watermelon around your neck. By the way, my shirt looked a lot better on you than it did on me, you know?”
Greta Gill
It happened in the same context between you and Carson. You were dating Greta and she was out for a game, the final. Knowing that girls would drink after they competed if they won, you knew that your girlfriend would be late and wouldn't be able to meet you.
But the longing was so much that you couldn't stand it. You had to wear a Greta T-shirt to assuage the urge to run after her so you could sleep better with her scent beside you.
When she opened the bedroom door to see if you were actually asleep, she was met with that adorable scene, and of course she recognized the shirt within the first few seconds.
Greta approached you and noticed your chest rising and falling, overcome with sleep. She smiled and pulled the blanket up to cover you completely so you wouldn't get cold.
"Sweet dreams, (Y\NN)...you can keep this shirt if you want", she whispered before leaving and closing the door again, a thousand times more in love with you.
Maxine Chapman
Max smiled at the sight of you getting on the bus, all dressed up and ready for the game you guys would have in another city. You sat next to her as usual and held her hands as she looked you right in the eye. Something was different about her girlfriend.
“There's something about you that doesn't feel right, (Y\N), what is it?”, she asked, still looking at your face.
You smiled, knowing what it would be, but you didn't really respond. "I don't know, what do you think, M?"
“Is it your hair?” she wanted to know. “My mom will kill you if you show up over the weekend with the shortest strands, you know that.”
You smiled again. “No, it's not my hair. Pay more attention, Max..."
She stared at you a few more times until she noticed, biting her lip in disbelief. “I can't believe it, you little thief! You stole my favorite shirt! That's why I wasn't finding it in the suitcase!”
Maybelle Fox
“(Y\N)!”
"Yes love?"
You came across a seemingly angry Maybelle. She was rummaging through her suitcase and had practically all of her clothes lying on the bed in the room she shared with Jo.
Her eyes widened when she noticed what you were wearing, and she walked over to you pushing you on the bed and grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. "How do you dare? I thought girlfriends were for making deals!”
“What did I do, May?” you asked, a little confused.
“Now, isn't it obvious? Look at yourself, honey!”, she smiled, running her fingers through the fabric of the shirt and using it as a form of teasing. “This shirt is mine, it was in my suitcase until yesterday!”
It was your eyes' turn to widen. “Oh, is that your shirt? I thought it was mine! I was wondering about the scent on her!”, you reached out to kiss Maybelle quickly. “Sorry, May, do you want me to take it off?”
She held you once more and smiled, her expression suggestive. “Oh no, honey, not now! You can keep it for now. I'll borrow yours then. Remember how you told me that I would be lucky in the next game if I used it?”
And Maybelle left you there alone, in bed, full of unanswered questions about her, your weird random good luck charms and without the shirt you loved to wear so much. But you loved her just the same, and that was what mattered in the end.
Jo de Luca
Honestly, Jo doesn't really care whether or not you're wearing her shirt, and she even likes to see you go out of her way to tease her, but of course, every now and then some teasing wouldn't be lacking.After all, your girlfriend is Jo de Luca, right?
“Are you wearing my shirt again, birdy? (A/N: I predict a lot of fights with Greta over that nickname, huh)”, she would come telling you, just for fun.
“Force of habit,” you would reply, shrugging your shoulders. "Why? Don't you like it when I wear your shirt, Jo? Say it, and I'll take it off in a minute..."
She smiled and walked over to you, reaching out and kissing the muck that rose when she reached out. “I love it,” Jo replied, kissing your lips afterwards. "But you lack muscles, baby, you'll never get Jo de Luca's muscles, even if you're wearing my shirt."
Lupe Garcia
“Wow, what is this I'm seeing with my own eyes? Díos mio!”
You turned around to face Lupe standing in the doorway staring at you too, and revealing your body in her favorite shirt. Your cheeks flushed and you replied, in a low tone. “Is there a problem, dear?”
Lupe cleared her throat, looked at you with her eyes closed and smiled, approaching your body and taking you by the waist. "The only problem here is that you get extremely hot when you're wearing my shirt, cariño."
Giving in to the teasing, you let Lupe kiss you and throw your back onto the bed, giving you a sly smile.
"But we both agreed that you'd be better off without her, right?"
(I BELIEVE IN DADDY LUPE’S SUPREMACY SORRY FOLKS)
Jess McCready
"Love? Jess?”
“(Y\N)! No! GET MY SHIRT OFF YOUR BODY NOW!”
You smiled at your girlfriend's cute moment. Jess was very attached to her favorite T-shirt, and she hated people wearing it without asking permission. Since she treated you normally, because she thought she had no reason not to, you were on those people's list.
“Love, I'm so sorry,” you paused at the door, peering through the crack open while Jess had her face turned away so she wouldn't face you. "I know you like this shirt, I'm taking it off now, a minute!"
Suddenly, you were pulled inside with tremendous force, and Jess smiled as she pinned you to the wall. “God, you're so cute!” she whispered, kissing you. “You can have my shirt, beautiful, I don't mind. I have decided that I’ll make an exception for you in this regard.”
You smiled and kissed her playfully. “Of course, Ms. McCready.”
“But just for you, okay?” Jess whispered, approaching the door and yelling, now in a very loud voice. “DID YOU HEAR YOU IDIOTS? ONLY MY GIRLFRIEND CAN WEAR MY FAVORITE T-SHIRT, IF I SEE SOMEONE WEARING MY FAVORITE T-SHIRT, I WILL KILL THAT PERSON! THIS IS NOT A THREAT!”
God, your girlfriend was one of the cutest people in the world.
Esti Gonzales
“(Y\NN), have you seen my shirt-”
Esti smiled at the sight of you wearing her favorite shirt. You turned to face her and were about to open your mouth to apologize when she said it, in slurred English. "Don't be sorry, (Y\NN), don't be sorry...you can have her."
"Are you sure? I can give it back to you if you want.”
She shook her head and hugged you, kissing your cheek. “You look cute with her. Besides, what's written on it really resonates with you, you know?”
Your eyes widened. The writing on the shirt was, of course, in Spanish, something you didn't quite master yet. It was getting better, actually. That was one of the perks when she was dating Esti.
"Sorry Esti, I don't know what is written..."
She smiled, giving him a wink before leaving the room. “Novia caliente, which naturally means 'hot girlfriend', something you really are...”
Shirley Cohen
“(Y\N)? What happened? Why are you running?”
You smiled, stopping to speak to Esti in the middle of the room. “Shirl saw me in her shirt, now she thinks I'm going to get a virus or something. You know, she's totally crazy..."
“I SERIOUSLY!” Shirley yelled from the stairs. "YOU CAN GET SICK!"
“You don't have a virus, love, don't worry!” you yelled back from where you were. Shirley went downstairs. “Besides, Beverly asked that all the girls' shirts be washed last week. Any germs that want to get in won't last two weeks with the fabric softener smell in here."
Shirley stared at you as you smiled and hugged her sideways. "Confess, you're jealous of your favorite shirt, that's all."
“I'M NOT JEALOUS, I'M JUST CAREFUL!”
#carson shaw x reader#lupe garcia x reader#greta gill x reader#esti gonzales x reader#shirley cohen x reader#maybelle fox x reader#jo de luca x reader#jess mccready x reader#max chapman x reader#a league of their own#aloto#lgbt#preference#romance#imagine#send me requests please#i'm obsessed with them
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It only hit me in my third time watching that Shirley and Maybelle found out when they read Greta’s letter to Carson
#greta gill#carson shaw#shirley cohen#maybelle fox#a league of their own#aloto#gretson#i feel dumb#carson x greta#greta x carson
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‘round and ‘round we go — a one last stop au in 6 parts
"'Will the Cubs win the Series again?'" Her head tips to the other side, her smile shifting into a smirk. "Give it up, Chicago. It's been thirty-five years; it's not going to happen."
"Thirty-five—" Carson's eyes narrow; they're heading towards Washington and Wells now, but she's suddenly got bigger things to figure out. "It's only been two years."
"Two?" The woman extends her hand, gesturing to the newspaper, and Carson hands it over, watching as her eyes grow big. She flips to the front page, then catches her perfect bottom lip between her teeth on an inhale. After a long, fraught pause, she says, "This says 2018."
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#a league of their own (2022)#a league of their own series#a league of their own#aloto#aloto series#greta gill#carson shaw#carson x greta#greta x carson#gretson#jo deluca#maybelle fox#shirley cohen#max chapman#clance morgan#jess mccready#lupe garcia#esti gonzalez#my writing#fic: round and round we go
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A Cup of Kindness
fandom: A League of Their Own
ship: Gretson
word count: 4504
originally posted: December 30, 2022
warnings: none
also written by: lazyboo, LSgrimm91, meren_plath, OhGretaHoney09, Two_Gays_and_a_Hippo, zulu
summary: In 1943, Lupe, Jess, Esti, Jo, and Shirley reunite at Greta and Carson’s New York apartment to ring in the new year.
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The New York sky was dark outside the apartment. The noise of the neighbourhood, that could so easily get on Carson and Greta’s nerves the rest of the year, just added to the ambiance of the evening.
“Car,” Greta managed between the deep kisses Carson was taking from her all-too-willing mouth. “People are going to be here any minute.”
“I don’t care,” Carson said against Greta’s lips, diving in for another kiss.
Greta tipped her head back and laughed, not trying in the least to remove Carson’s arms from around her waist. “Hey, we only just got our clothes back on.”
Carson grinned her quietly wolfish smile. She knew better. She knew Greta liked to take her time to primp when the occasion called for it. She knew she had stolen more than an hour to talk and laugh and touch, when Greta normally would have been curling her hair and trying on the fourth outfit of the night before company arrived.
“I can’t help it.” Carson moved back to take in Greta’s appearance. She’d done a decent job not mussing up too much of Greta’s fresh hair and makeup. She looked beautiful in her maroon pencil skirt and flowy, long-sleeved white blouse.
“Try,” Greta half-admonished. “You know Shirley will be early, I’m surprised she’s not here—”
The doorbell rang. Greta looked at her watch. “See?” She checked her hair and lipstick in the small mirror on the wall by the front door before shaking her head at Carson. It miffed her slightly that looking at Carson, no one would never know she’d had three orgasms in the last hour. Greta still felt flushed.
“Shirl!” Greta said as she opened the door. “Come in! Come in! We can’t wait to hear everything about the engagement.”
“You two! Eek!” Shirley let out a high-pitched scream that Greta and Carson both tried to prevent themselves from flinching at. “This place is so great, and so…you!”
Neither Carson nor Greta knew if that was a compliment or an insult when it came from Shirley. They shared a look as Greta ushered Shirley past the entrance into the living room.
Another knock at the door saved them both, but this time, the door opened immediately as Joey let herself right in. “Goodbye, 1943!” she called as she slammed the door behind her.
“Joey!” Greta yelled as she ran into a bear hug. Usually, Joey was perpetually late to everything, but Greta had asked her to try to be on time for this evening’s festivities.
Jo gave her a smirk and looked around. “Wow, the place looks...”
Greta slapped her on the arm. “What?”
“Well, I guess I expected more than a closet.”
Carson walked up to greet Jo. They shared a commiserating look. “Space? Who needs space?”
“You’re not helping,” Greta told Carson.
“That’s not what you were saying earlier,” Carson said with a smirk, bumping her hip against Greta.
Jo raised an eyebrow, impressed at the confidence that had grown in Carson in the few short months since the season ended.
Jess, Lupe, and Esti walked through the door next. Together, as usual.
“Look at this joint!” Jess exclaimed. She walked up to Greta and Carson and hugged them both together.
Lupe came up behind her and punched her arm. “Be less of an idiot.” She hugged Greta and did her faux shoulder check into Carson as was their usual greeting.
“I thought you were bringing the new girl?” Carson asked.
Esti gestured with her flat hand across her neck that Carson should drop it.
Carson held up both hands. “Ohh. Sorry.”
Carson opened beers for everyone who wanted one, which included Shirley, to her surprise. Carson handed her the bottle with a grin. She was entertaining the girls with the harrowing tales of their clandestine first few months in New York when Greta offered to grab more drinks. Carson saw her slip out of the living room. As soon as her story was done, she gave a quick excuse that likely nobody believed, and met Greta in the kitchen.
“It’s so good to see everyone again,” Carson said as she wrapped her arms around Greta from behind.
Greta clasped her hands around Carson’s and leaned back into her, so that Carson could tuck her chin on Greta’s shoulder. “If we make it out of the house, it will be a New Year’s miracle.”
Carson squeezed her tight and breathed her in. “Hey,” she began as Greta turned to face her. “You, me, the Peaches? Whatever we do, it’ll be great.” She leaned up and pressed her lips firmly against Greta’s, sighing with contentment.
It was only a little over a month ago that she’d shown up at Greta’s apartment, with a few bags in hand. After the season ended, Carson had decided not to go back to Lake Valley. The tiny town was all she’d known before joining the league, and at first, it had felt like she’d only be allowed so much freedom before she’d find herself crawling back. Carson knew, in September, that she needed some time for herself. Time to see herself without Greta. But it was being without her that tugged at Carson’s skin.
She’d tried being with other women. Most of them reminded her of Greta. In the end, none of them could take Greta’s place. The fire of her red curls sitting just below her shoulders—her hair had grown since the summer, and she’d recently got it trimmed. Her hold, how her arms felt when Carson moved into her embrace. Warm, almost an aura that surrounded her. It pulled Carson in and caught her, like an easy pop fly.
Carson had spent time travelling in the months she was apart from Greta. Seeing places she’d never thought she’d see. Greta sent her letters, which was how Carson knew where to find her when the time was right. After spending some time in Las Vegas, Carson boarded a train to New York. To her new home.
Greta was shocked when she opened the door and saw Carson. There’d been no letter, no post card to let her know that Carson would be coming. That was how Carson wanted it to be, a surprise. But Greta pulled her into a hug, and the embrace turned to heated kisses as soon as the apartment door was closed. They abandoned the bags and moved into the living room. Hours went on, until Carson was lying on Greta’s chest on the couch, both of them naked, spent.
If Carson was completely honest, it wasn’t the most comfortable couch in the world, but at that moment, she didn’t care. She was with Greta.
Was with her, still. Stealing moments in their own kitchen while their teammates chatted and laughed only a few feet away. Carson let the kiss end, and pressed her cheek into Greta’s shoulder. In her arms, even the chaos in the living room was somehow drowned out.
“You’re right,” Greta said, brushing her thumbs over the backs of Carson’s hands. “This is all that matters now, huh?”
Carson hummed into her shoulder. “You know, I don’t mind staying here tonight. Not going anywhere.”
The Peaches were their family, and Carson wanted nothing more than to spend the beginning of the new year with them. But it was Greta who sent out the invitations, addressed from the apartment they’d made their own in the month since Carson arrived. Carson had added more personality, pictures on the walls, while Greta looked for the perfect decorations, a cut-crystal ashtray for the coffee table, a lamp that glowed with a lovely yellow light. The apartment wasn’t what it was, when Carson first walked through the door.
“But,” Carson continued, letting her hands fall to Greta’s waist and pulling her closer, “I also know that you want to see the ball drop. I’m sure the others would like that, too.”
Greta hooked her arms around Carson’s neck and tilted her head to the side. “I love you, do you know that?”
Carson giggled. “I love you, too. Do you know that?”
“I think I’ve always known.” Greta bent down to kiss her, but the sound of early fireworks made Carson jump back. “You okay there?”
“Yeah. Yeah. That seemed close. I guess it caught me off guard.” Carson glanced over her shoulder into the living room. And for a moment, she watched the others, her team.
The sharp ding of the egg timer Greta had set earlier reminded them they still had company to entertain. Carson had already handed around the drinks, and now the food was ready.
“Carson, can you get me a plate to put the hors d'oeuvres on?”
Carson snapped to attention, doing as she was told. Greta donned an oven mitt and pulled the baking sheet out of the oven. Every time Carson thought that she had Greta all figured out, Greta went and surprised her. She didn’t know why she expected Greta to be a bad cook, although Greta had never really seemed the domestic type. But here she was, pulling out all the stops for their friends and teammates. Better her than me, Carson thought, her memory of the failed conversation pie she had made for Dove still fresh in her mind.
Carson loved seeing Greta like this, in her element, full of joy and laughter. It was so rare to see Greta natural and relaxed. She was always the first to keep up appearances in the outside world. Her hair, her makeup, and her clothes were a kind of armour. It was more than that, though. It was the calculated way Greta sized up every situation and made herself smaller. She always made sure she fit. Except for now. Not when she was with the team. Not when she was with Carson. She was so much more at ease with herself. It was beautiful.
Greta filled the serving plate and Carson made to leave the kitchen and rejoin their friends. Suddenly Greta blocked her way. “Not yet,” she said. “You’ve gotta pay the toll first.”
Carson stood up on her tiptoes, careful not to drop the plate and gave Greta a kiss on the cheek. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”
Greta bit her bottom lip and raised her eyebrows in response and Carson knew what she was thinking.
“Later,” they both said at the same time, smiling.
Greta watched Carson as she went into the tiny living room. She knew she should get out there and play hostess too, but she allowed herself this moment. She wanted to remember everything about it: the laughter of the people who knew and loved them, the festive atmosphere, but mostly Carson. Carson’s laugh, her radiant smile, the way she looked at Greta. Greta didn’t know it was even possible to be this happy, to have this life with the woman she loved. Maybe Jo was right. Some things were changing.
“Hey Bird! Get in here!” Jo yelled.
“Coming!” Greta responded as she quickly joined the team in the living room.
It was no easy feat fitting everyone into such a small space, but at least the normally chilly apartment warmed up quickly. There wasn’t a single seat left. Jo had taken the wingback chair and Esti was curled in the armchair. Lupe sprawled across most of the couch, with Shirley primly sitting at the far end. Jess was sitting on the kitchen table, her feet on the rungs of a ladderback chair. Greta sighed in resignation and gave Carson, who stood looking adorably lost in their own living room, a wave with her finger towards the coffee table.
Greta didn’t have to see Carson put the food down as she found a spot on the floor near the bookshelf; the sudden rush of movement behind her and pleased exclamations were indication enough. She sat against the wall, her feet curled delicately under her. As hungry as everyone was, Carson would be lucky to escape the throng.
Yes, there she was. Greta gave her a soft, adoring smile and held out a hand, summoning Carson to the floor beside her. Carson settled right against her, a warm hand on her knee.
“I think those are a hit.”
“All food is a hit.”
“But even Shirley likes them.” Carson nodded to her friend, who was trying to eat a small tart that was obviously still too hot. Jess, too, had grabbed a handful that was too hot, and was juggling the pastry from one hand to the other. She fell onto Lupe’s legs on the couch, and the two of them started a shoving match over the middle cushion, ending up with Jess tucked against Lupe’s shoulder.
Greta cast her eyes around the room and felt almost overwhelmed at the sense of ‘home’. This felt a bit like the night at The Office, before the raid, the first—the only—time she’d been able to be with Carson openly. But unlike that night, she had her friends here and... and she felt much safer. She and Jo had never stayed in one spot long enough to set down roots, so having people travel to see her, to gather for a special occasion in the home she’d made with Carson, was something new. Something to treasure.
Sometimes it scared her, if she was honest. If she dared to have something she valued, she knew how much more it would hurt to have it taken away.
The hand on her thigh tightened, bringing her attention back to Carson.
“Are you all right in there?”
Greta just took a second to enjoy looking at Carson. Carson always seemed to know when Greta was getting lost in her thoughts. Perhaps the difference was that Carson came back. She fought for them. So did the Peaches; after all, they were here. Her own family may have been awful, but the family she had here—they were different. Real.
“Never better.” Greta covered Carson’s hand on her thigh with her own, lacing their fingers together. She finally gave her attention to Shirley, who’d been carefully placing her left hand on her knee all evening, the tiny solitaire sparkling on her finger. “Hey Shirl, we’re invited to the wedding, right?”
“Oh! I get to be the flower girl!” Jo decided, lifting a finger to volunteer, much to Shirley’s wide-eyed horror. She couldn’t even object; her mouth was still full of Greta’s hors d’oeuvres.
“I don’t think you could handle the responsibility, De Luca.” Lupe snickered from her spot tucked behind Jess, earning her a poke from Esti. Poor Shirley was inundated with quick-fire questions from everyone—where did she meet him? When did she know? How did he ask? What was he like in the sack?
“What about baseball, Shirl?” Carson asked, and everyone fell silent. Once a coach, always a coach, it seemed.
Finally Shirley spoke, fiddling with her nails. “I want to play, but I’m not sure... I don’t know if I can.”
There was a solemn silence at the thought of their teammate not coming back next season. Greta was the one to break it. “You will, though; you’re a Peach. We stick together.”
“And if not, we’ll break the guy’s legs,” Jess added, with alarming nonchalance.
“That’s very…sweet, very sweet of you,” Shirley said, with a tense grin at Jess.
“We’re never going to make it downtown if we don’t get going,” Greta said, clapping her hands to relieve the tension.
“Boo, downtown,” Joey said. “Come on, Bird, you know we won’t be welcome there. Not really. Let’s stay in.”
Jess and Lupe clinked the necks of their beers in a toast to that, and Esti said, “We will need música. Radio?”
Carson grimaced. She wished they could afford one, but she hadn’t found a job since she’d moved in with Greta, and while Greta’s work with Vivienne Hughes’ company was well-paid for an unmarried woman, it didn’t stretch to luxuries.
But Greta was quick to jump to her feet and head for the window. She forced it open, letting in a swirl of chilly air, which was welcome after the stifling heat of so many people in the small space. With the window open, the sound of jazz music filtered in. “Noisy neighbours,” Greta said. “Never thought I’d be grateful to be hearing their music at all hours of the night.”
A new song came on as the jazz song finished—Billie Holliday. Carson stood up and held out her hand to Greta, who stepped gracefully into her arms, a soft smile on her lips.
“Look at these two,” Lupe commented. “Still can’t get enough of each other. Hasn’t it been months?”
“Yeah, like they aren’t the ‘noisy neighbours’ at least half the time,” Jess said with a grin, ignoring Greta’s death glare. “Come on, Esti. Let’s dance.” Jess grabbed Esti’s hand and swung her into a rather more vigorous dance step than the cluttered living room could stand.
Jo bowed low and offered a gentlemanly hand to Shirley, who looked wide-eyed and frozen for a split second before she tentatively put her hand in Jo’s. Jo put a hand on Shirley’s hip, but kept a respectful distance between their bodies as she led Shirley in a waltz that didn’t match the song’s rhythm in the least. Lupe, sprawled on the couch with her beer, said, “I’d cut in but I don’t see even one of you who actually knows how to dance.”
Carson grinned up at Greta. “Is this okay?” she asked quietly. They’d danced alone, often, but in the hot, stuffy room, with other bodies brushing past them—even if it was all their friends—she thought Greta might need to take a step back.
Greta shook her head, a brief gesture meant for Carson only. Her hand on Carson’s shoulder slid down to the small of her back and pulled her closer, so that their bodies moulded closer together. Carson inhaled quickly and Greta smiled tenderly at her. “It’s okay. More than okay.”
Without any space, and only the faint sound of the neighbour’s radio to dance by, there wasn’t much they could do but sway in each other’s arms. In other words, it was absolutely perfect. Carson brought Greta’s hand to her mouth and kissed her knuckles. They missed the change of songs, and Esti pulling Lupe into the dance; Jess and Jo fighting over who should lead; Shirley accepting a rather closer dance from Lupe than Jo had given her. So it was with complete ease that Carson pressed up and brushed a warm kiss to Greta’s mouth, kissing her softly, and then not so softly as Greta’s lips parted for her.
They only broke apart at the sound of Lupe’s disgusted groan. “We didn’t all bring someone to neck with,” she said. “If we’re not going out, then no fair showing off.”
Greta smirked at Carson and leaned close one last time, to murmur against her ear, “Later for you,” and then, spinning out of Carson’s arms, said, “It must be nearly midnight.”
“Stop being such a grouch, Lu,” Jess called, trying to dip Jo and then laughing uproariously as they almost fell into a tangled heap. “Once we get back to Rockford they’re not going to be able to do this anymore, leave ’em be.”
Lupe screwed up her face, sour.
“Watch out, García, the wind’ll change and you’ll be stuck lookin’ like that forever.” Jo pointed at Lupe’s face, then screwed her own face up, mirroring the pitcher’s distaste.
“Yeah, yeah, fuck you all.” But there was no heat in it. Lupe spun Shirley out and away. Walked over and hip-checked Carson affectionately, before picking up a nearby drink and checking if it contained any liquor. “If it’s nearly midnight we better get some refills here, Shaw.”
Carson grinned. “You wanna give me a hand with the drinks, Lu?”
“Do I look like the help here?” Lupe paused, and held up a finger in warning when Jo opened her mouth to retort. “Don’t answer that, De Luca. You’re the host, Shaw, you get the drinks.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll get the drinks.” Carson glanced over at Greta, who was watching their interactions with a smirk curving her lips in the way that sent little tingles down Carson’s back. She gestured with her head towards the kitchen, and Greta nodded. Followed her out of the room.
As soon as they cleared the doorway to the kitchen Carson spun Greta around and pressed her up against the wall. “It’s later now, isn’t it?” she asked. She leaned up on her toes and was barely an inch away from Greta’s mouth when they heard a yell from the other room.
“Cut it out, lovebirds. I want a drink, you can kiss when the ball drops.”
They looked at each other for a moment. Greta’s lip twitched in amusement, and Carson laughed outright.
“All right, Lu,” Greta yelled back. “But no whining from you when we do.”
“Oh, for crying out loud…”
A chorus of laughter sounded from the other room, and then Jo called out, “Two minutes, Bird!”
“We’re hurrying, Joey!”
Greta opened the door of their icebox, and started passing bottles to Carson. Carson juggled four beer bottles in her arms, almost dropping the fifth when Greta tried to hand it to her. Greta rolled her eyes, chuckled fondly. “You take those out, I’ll bring the rest.”
They passed out the drinks, listened to the faint sound of the radio—and the much louder cheers from the street—call one minute, and then thirty seconds. They all crowded by the window to hear the countdown, and it seemed as though the whole neighbourhood had the same idea.
“Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven…”
Greta reached out and clasped Carson’s hand.
“Six. Five. Four. Three…”
Carson stepped away from the window, away from their teammates. Tugged Greta with her.
“Two. One.”
“Happy New Year!” Outside people were shouting, fireworks were going off, car horns were blaring on the street.
Carson was aware of the others jumping up and down, of them hugging each other and twirling around the room. But she only had eyes for Greta, who was staring right back at her.
“Happy New Year, Greta.” Low, and husky.
“Happy New Year, Carson.” Barely a whisper. Then Greta cupped Carson’s jaw with her hand. Angled Carson’s face up as she leaned down. Carson sighed contentedly as their lips met.
A salty drop landed into Carson's lips, while a tear rolled down her cheek. She looked up. Greta’s eyes were wet; they showed a multitude of emotions, thousands of memories drawing a crystal clear line under her iris. Greta smiled widely, trying to hold Carson as close as she could, while their tiny living room was filled with laughter and joy. The voices of their teammates joined the ones around the neighbourhood, exclaiming Happy New Year! over and over again. The sound of fireworks soon started to mix with the cheering, with the happy voices, with the pure and unbiased joy of their teammates and the rest of the city.
“Nineteen forty-four,” Greta said.
“Yeah.” Carson felt frozen, paralyzed, looking at Greta, trying to paint a perfect picture of it so she could remember it whenever she wanted. She had never felt this happy during a Christmas celebration, especially since her mother left. This was what happiness should look like. It was all new, all good, better than she could ever have imagined. Carson felt her heart full, so full of love, she didn't know what to do with it. Being here, in their small apartment, with her teammates and her loved one—her true family, in the end—was what a family should look like. No more judging looks, nor uncomfortable dinners and parties; just joy. Joy that could be shared and felt.
“Do you think it’s going to be a good year?” Greta whispered.
Carson had never seen Greta so hopeful. So willing to hope. “Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, I do.”
Greta cried. For the first time in many, many years, she had someone else to share New Year with other than with Joey. No more the two of them alone, in a lost city somewhere across the States, in a crappy apartment or worse motel room. No more running away after spending a few months elsewhere. Everything was all right, as things should be. And she cried for happiness, she cried for joy, for having her—her Carson—in front of her, wishing her a happy New Year.
For an instant, everything froze in time for both of them. Neither of them could have known 1943 would take such a turn. They couldn't have imagined how much their lives would change. For a moment, they tried to grasp as much as they could from that moment, as many details they could remember. The Peaches in their home, their first Christmas together, them being able to welcome the new year together, for the first time. A fresh chance to start over, to leave all the hurting, all the bad things, in the past.
“¡Feliz Año Nuevo!” Esti shouted out the window, making everyone laugh, while Lupe shook her head.
“Happy New Year, everyone!” Jo grabbed both Greta and Carson by the arms. “We thought it would be good to go to the rooftop to see the fireworks, wanna come?”
“Oh, sure.” Greta smiled, brushing the tears from her eyes. “That would be lovely.”
All of them grabbed their coats and climbed the stairs up the last floor. Greta opened the door leading to the roof and all gasped, marvelled at the sight. Esti ran with Jess and Lupe, while Shirley stood a bit behind them, trying to warn them about getting too close to the edge. Carson wandered, looking at the sky, looking at their friends, looking at her love. Greta did the same by Jo's side, squeezing her arm and hugging her.
“I'm so glad for you, Bird.” Jo said softly. “You've changed, and this new life suits you.”
“Do you think so?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this… So happy, so alive.” Jo tilted her head towards Carson. “She's good for you. And you're good for her.”
“Thank you, Joey.” Greta smiled again, still crying a bit. “No more running away.”
Jo winked at her and left her with Carson, while she joined the rest of the Peaches.
“Did you wish for something when the New Year started?” Carson grabbed her by the waist and pulled Greta closer.
“Yes…”
“Are you going to tell me?”
“If I do… It'll stop being a secret, and it might not come true…” Her hand caressed Carson's cheek softly, trying to brush away the cold. “Did you wish for something too?”
“Uh-huh… But it's a secret too.” Carson mustered as their lips found each other again.
While they kissed, Greta closed her eyes again, and murmured, almost too softly to hear, “Let’s be together. Every New Year’s, from now on.”
#a league of their own#fanfiction#writer#fanfic#carson shaw#greta gill#jess mccready#esti gonzalez#shirley cohen#lupe garcia#jo de luca#aloto#gretson#greta x carson
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Jo is not a queer. Her and Dove… Her and Dove were, you know… No! Yeah. No. Yeah. (gasps) You know, I see that, actually. I sensed it. Yeah, right? It was blatant.
ALOTO 1x05 - Shirley Cohen
Bonus Carson:
#aloto#a league of their own#alotoedit#shirley cohen#carson shaw#tvedit#userbbelcher#filmtvcentral#filmtvspot#femaledaily#femalegifsource#filmtvsource#tvcentric#s1#1x05#carson x shirley#gifs#*#by purple#thanks for the request!#she's so expressive#and carson is a terrible liar lmaooo
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Carson: Do you ever think about how we never stop tasting our own tongues?
Greta: Why don't I taste yours for a change?
Shirley: I hate this. I hate this so much. I hate this house.
#carson x greta#carson shaw#greta gill#shirley cohen#incorrect quotes#incorrect aloto#incorrect a league of their own#aloto#a league of their own#gretson
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ALOTO FANDOM GATHER AROUND!!1!1!
okay what do y’all think the aloto characters zodiac signs are?
i have a few ideas but i don’t know too much about astrology so they’re prob way off
#aloto#lupe garcia#jess mccready#a league of their own#lupe x jess#jesslupe#jo de luca#maybelle fox#shirley cohen#carson x greta#carson shaw#greta gill#gretson#esti gonzalez#gay shit
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ok but this is actually the best series of scene transitions and I didn't notice it until rewatching
so in the opening of episode 5, Carson is wearing this, and her hair is pulled up, and she "goes pee" and nods at Greta and it transitions to Greta taking her to Bev's car for the first time
Carson is still wearing the same outfit and still has her hair up in what scene and when they're in the car and Greta tells her that she needs to relax, Coach
so Greta starts undoing her own top and then they make out and then it immediately cuts to it being night outside the house when before it was clearly daylight
and we see Carson alone walking up the stairs, straightening her dress, which is the exact same dress she had on in the scenes prior
but now her hair is no longer up and its also a real fucking mess for some reason
like it went from full daylight to full night, meaning hours have passed and Carson is just coming inside and is a mess, and I'm just not sure they should be doing all of that in Bev's car is all I'm saying
#there are scenes after this with Shirley and Carson’s hair is 100% messy in them lmao#I saved these sceenshots in a folder called 'proof they fucked in bev's car'#carson shaw#greta gill#a league of their own#carson x greta
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So we all know Greta was a bit twisting the knife and extending the hurt because she took Carson along on her date with the MAN (with a shirt obviously).
But I was wondering where the hell are they before the date? The are definitely not in Jess and Greta's room. I thought first they were in Maybelle and Joe's room but why would Carson put her clothes away there? And Shirley's weird humidifiers are in the room aswell, I think 🤔.
Not only did Greta take Carson on her date but she, with Jo (who probably knows about Carson and Greta) and Maybelle went to Carsons room and started to prep for the date there.
And just wow... that is some way to twist the knife. I applaud Carsons restraint. Greta was pushing Carson hard even before the date started. (Also at this point Carson doesn't know about Greta's rules, so she doesn't really know where she stands with Greta)
I mean we ALL , well most of us, (and that includes myself) love Greta but this was some master manipulation to get Carson to where Greta wanted her to be.
#greta gill#not only an idiot in love#but a calculated idiot#this Carson breakdown/breakthrough#was for sure manipulated by Greta#and Carson held it together a lot longer then I would have#a league of their own#carson shaw#aloto#gretson#jo de luca#carson x greta#maybelle fox#shirley cohen
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