should I write my post war Lupe fic as Jesslupe or Lupe/Carson?
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should I write my post war Lupe fic as Jesslupe or Lupe/Carson?
anyway the pride and prejudice metaphor in episode one is about lupe and carson. if u even care
UGH BUt when lupe calls carson up to the mound and then is like “one i forgot. Get the fuck out of my face” and the fuckin SPARKS THAT FLY
And then she yells “hustle shaw come on” while shes watching carson run away i fucking CANT
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It’s done! Carson/Lupe offseason. I got a weird idea and couldn’t rest til it was written.
Please enjoy almost 12k of mostly talking, and some fucking.
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“What the hell are you doing here?”
“What the hell are you doing here? Wearing pearls?” She feels a bit adrift now that Lupe is in front of her. Not quite home but not quite lost either.
Lupe wrinkles her nose and looks back up the road. “It’s required for all female staff. The dress too.”
“So you work here?”
“Yeah, since January. Pitching coach. Technically teaching, but only ‘cause it’s required. You hungry?”
“Holy shit. Yeah, I could eat.” Carson laughs, suddenly, feeling carbonated and sugary. “Holy shit, I wasn’t sure I’d ever see you again.”
Lupe grins at her, finally, the one that starts on one side of her mouth and spreads reluctantly over. “Have a little faith, farm girl. What do you think of Italian beef?”