#Benny rodriguez

[dolliewonyy]

Caught !

Summary: Y/n gets caught making out with the one and only. Benny Rodriguez.

Warning: making out, getting caught, both are 15+, and my TERRIBLE and FIRST writing

"Please y/nn! Just one peck. " Benny whined. We are currently walking to the sandlot today, a bit earlier than usual.

"No! What if they see us" I said turning to look at a pouty Benny. "That's why we came earlier! So that you could give me one peck! " Benny said.

Not gonna lie it was an.. Okay idea.

"Fine, only when we go to the sandlot. " I finalized. Benny then smirked, feeling like he's on top of the world. After all, he gets to kiss one of the cutest girls.

We then arrive at the sandlot. As we get in, Benny pulled me into a soft and gentle kiss.

I chuckled and kissed him back. Obviously. Who wouldn't?!

The kiss went after a while. Until we heard rustling. We quickly pulled away and we were met with the sandlot boys.

"What are you guys doing here so early? " Bertram asked, suspicious. "Yeah Yeah! You guys would usually walk with us! " yeah-yeah said.

"Wait.. Did you guys.. Make out? " Smalls asked with tease laced in his tone.

"W-what no! " I stammered while Benny immediately refuses of the accusation. "Whats that shiny thing on your lips? " Tommy asked. I look at Benny and see my lipgloss. My strawberry lipgloss. On his lips. Messy.

I closed my eyes and turned to them. Expecting what I know it's about to be-

"BENNY MADE OUT WITH Y/N" Ham yelled. All of the boys then start teasing Benny and me, while some were a bit jealous, but don't show it.

"I'm so sorry" I whispered to Benny.

"Wear that often please. I love strawberries. " Benny whispered back as I giggle slightly.

"Thought you hate 'em" I replied. "Well now I love them" he shots back, a smirk playing on his lips.

[robin-munson]

tried posting this on tt but got muted

[ cc + scp + audio: laurakrney & niorscenes & spicyyaudio ]

[lovingmymans]

Fourth of July (Benny Rodriguez x fem!reader)

Pairing : Benny Rodriguez x female reader

Word count : 2.4k

Warnings : none, just a lot of fluff and teasing

Summary : Baseball sometimes blinds Benny. While he focuses on playing the game, Benny sometimes misses the things around him. Like now.

A/N : Since there’s barely any ‘Benny Rodriguez x reader’ thought I’ll make some myself. Excuse the mistakes if there’s some. And to who ever reading this, thanks for reading and like, comment, or reblog :)

The neighborhood is buzzing with music and talk. Strings of lights are hung around the end of the street where everything is- the tables, chairs, food, drinks and the people. The adults are getting everything ready while the kids run around playing.

You sit at one of the tables, eating half of the burger you made after successfully snatching one of the cooked patties without the dads noticing. The other half you gave to your friend, Ham, after he was whining that he couldn’t get one.

“You two couldn’t have waited?” Bertram, who also sits at the table, gives you and Ham a look.

“What?” Ham shrugs, “it’s a homemade burger. Nothing beats a homemade burger.”

You nod in agreement and take a sip of your cold drink. “Besides, you’re just mad you didn’t get one.”

“Yeah right.” Bertram rolls his eyes.

You chuckle and glance at your half eaten piece of burger before sighing and offering it to Betram. Betram acts unbothered but you’ve seen him eyeing the burger when he thinks you’re not looking. You would get another patty for him but your mom already gave you a look when she saw you eating.

Bertram pretends to think about it, which has you and Ham rolling your eyes, before he takes the piece of burger and eats it with a smile. He then grabs your drink without permission and takes a long sip until the cup is empty.

Bertram glances at it with a confused look and hands the cup to you. “I think you ran out.”

There’s an unamused look on your face as you take the cup and set it on the table. “Thanks. I wouldn’t have known.”

He laughs and you join in as you shake your head at his stupid act. The rest of the group joins you guys with their baseball gloves in hand as the sun starts to set and the neighborhood lights up with sparklers.

Benny is the last to join, the bat in one hand while the other touches your back and grabs your attention. You both smile at each other before he looks at the boys and motions for them to get up.

“Come on. Night game.”

Night game is one of your favorite traditions with the boys and holds a special place in your heart. It only happens on the Fourth of July when the fireworks light up the night sky enough for you to play a game. It’s also the only time you feel like you’re in the big leagues

“Last one to the Sandlot plays ball like a girl.” Ham shouts as everyone gets up.

You punch him hard on the arm and he gives you an apologetic look as he rubs the spot, having slightly forgotten there’s a girl in their group. The boys laugh and you push Ham back as you all start running down the street.

“You’re gonna be the new girl now Ham.” Yeah-Yeah laughs.

“An ugly one.” Smalls adds and you all laugh.

“Shut up.”

You all make it to the Sandlot and Ham is the last to arrive. In seconds, the boys tease him ruthlessly and playfully smack him as he catches his breath. Ham fights back as best as he can but when Yeah-Yeah turns his nickname into a girl’s one, there’s no winning.

You and Benny watch from the sidelines and burst out laughing when you hear Yeah-Yeah.

Then there’s a loud bang and the sky lights up with color as the first fireworks pop. You gasp and smile at the sight and glance at Benny.

He’s already looking at you with a grin and pats your hip before looking at the boys. “Alright, base up.”

The boys throw one last tease at Ham and get into positions. You all shout as Kenny gets ready to throw his heater and when he does, Benny swings. There’s a big bang that echoes through the field when the bat connects with the ball, one that matches the fireworks.

The ball flies over your heads and you and the boys watch it but as soon as the fireworks come into view, everyone’s focus is on them; mouths opening and eyes widening at the sight of the pretty colors. The booms vibrate through your bodies and the colors reflect on your faces, lighting up the excitement and amazement.

However, Benny is the only one who isn’t amazed by the colors. He pays no mind to them as he runs the bases like he would any other game, sprinting towards home base before you and the boys can get him out. But at the moment, none of you are moving to do so.

It’s to no one shock Benny isn’t enjoying the show. It’s always only Benny who doesn't stop to watch the fireworks. You know why and you admire his dedication to baseball but there’s times where it blinds him. While he focuses on playing the game, Benny sometimes misses the things around him.

Like now.

Benny makes it to home base and looks back at all of you still watching the fireworks. His eyebrows furrow and he calls out for everyone’s attention as he gets his bat. No one hears him though, not even Ham who stands by home base. The fireworks have everyone in a trance and the thundering sound from them blocks out Benny’s voice.

“Hey, you blockheads.” Benny yells again.

You hear him then, the only one to, and blink the trance away before quickly running to him. You like Benny, you truly do, but there’s times where he needs to close his mouth and let the boys enjoy some things.

“Benny.” You softly say his name and cover his mouth before he can say anything else to the boys. “How about we just watch the fireworks for a bit?”

He gently takes your hand off his mouth and shakes his head. “It’s the only time we get to play at night.”

“It’s also the only time the sky gets filled with fireworks.” You softly say before smiling. “Come on, Benny. Just for a bit then we’ll go back to playing.”

You know asking him to not play, even if it’s for a night, is like asking Marilyn Monroe to not be beautiful. It’s just not possible. It doesn’t matter if it’s coming from you, nothing can compete with Benny’s one true love.

It’s clear by the conflicted expression on his face. His eyebrows pinch together and a frown forms on his lips as he glances at the bat in his hand. Benny’s not going to give in, not easy. He then meets your eyes, expression softening, and sighs.

He’s going to reject it, you just know it. Nothings going to beat baseball, not unless that something is also baseball.

Benny opens his mouth but before he can say anything, your cover his mouth. “How ‘bout, if you watch the fireworks with us then I’ll give you my baseball card.”

Benny’s eyebrow raises and his eyes widen, his voice coming out muffled as he talks. “You mean the one I’ve been trying to get?”

You nod and pull your hand back. “The one you don’t have and been bugging me about.”

“But it’s your favorite one. You don’t even let me touch it.”

“Yeah but if it gets you to watch the fireworks for a bit then it’s worth giving up.”

Benny’s face softens, his eyes warming up and a small, loving smile forms on his lips. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him. Your name falls from his lips like honey and he lays a gentle kiss on your cheek, one filled with love and affection, before turning to watch the fireworks with you.

Blues, reds, yellows, oranges, and all the colors of the rainbow light up the sky. When one starts to fizzle out, another quickly takes its place, never once leaving the night sky untouched by color. There’s one firework that pops and takes the form of a baseball and Benny is quick to point it out with a big grin.

It makes you laugh how big of a deal he makes it but nonetheless, makes you happy he’s enjoying the show. It’s then that you focus on him instead. The way his mouth slightly hangs open, the corners turned upward into a smile, and his eyes widen to catch more of the fireworks, fireworks that reflect on his eyes making them twice as beautiful.

You’ve always found Benny attractive, since the first time you saw him, but at the moment, he’s the most attractive he’s ever been and it has you falling for him all over again.

You feel him gently squeezing your hand again and you’re brought out of your head. Benny is already looking at you, a teasing smile on his lips.

“I thought we were supposed to be watching the fireworks?”

You hope the colors of the fireworks hide the heat in your cheeks but Benny’s look says it all. He knows you’re flustered at being caught staring.

“I got distracted.” You shrug and smile.

Benny laughs and pulls your cap down to cover your eyes. His name falls from your lips as you laugh and fix your cap.

“It ain’t my fault I got a handsome boyfriend.”

Benny rolls his eyes, acting like your words don’t fluster him. “Very cheesy. You gotta stop watching those romantic movies with your sister.”

You laugh but nod in agreement. The movies are really getting to you. You’ve noticed a lot of cheesy sayings are coming out of your mouth recently and all are towards Benny.

Benny then smiles and gives your hand a small squeeze. “But I appreciate it ‘cause I get to use them on my beautiful girlfriend. The most beautiful girl I have laid my eyes on.”

You cringe playfully. “Ew, Benny. Very cheesy.”

“Shut up.” Benny laughs and leans in to kiss you on the lips.

The kiss doesn’t last two seconds before you’re hearing the boys fake puking and gagging in disgust that not even the booming of the fireworks can drown. Benny reluctantly pulls away and rolls his eyes while you laugh.

“We look away for one second. One second.” Squints says all dramatic as he holds up a finger.

“And you guys are eating each other's faces.” Yeah-Yeah finishes Squints’s thought.

A mischievous smile forms on your lips at his words. “I’ll show you what ‘eating each other's faces’ really is.”

You grab the sides of Benny’s face, turning away from the boys, and acting like you’re making out. Benny smiles and instantly wraps his arms around you as he goes along with the plan.

“Ah gross.” Timmy says in disgust and Tommy repeats it in the same tone.

“There’s a kid present.” Bertram comments as he covers Tommy’s eyes, making the boy laugh.

Kenny’s face scrunches up in disgust as he side eyes you and Benny. “You guys are nasty.”

Smalls shrugs. “I think it’s kind of sweet but next time please do it when we’re not present.”

“It’s still nasty.” Ham scoffs and throws his glove at the two of you.

The rest join in, throwing and smacking you and Benny with their gloves. You do little to protect yourself, too busy laughing to the point your stomach burns. Luckily, Benny’s able to protect you and himself from the gloves.

It’s minutes after that you all go back to playing and it goes on for an hour or so before the fireworks stop. You all take the cue and head home together. Everyone gets home and it’s just you and Benny left walking.

With your hand in his, you two enjoy each other’s presence in silence. It’s something you like about your relationship with Benny, there is no need for unnecessary small talk to fill the silence.

When your house comes to sight, your footsteps slow down and you two try to stall but inevitably, you and Benny end up at your front door a bit too soon for your liking.

Benny says your name and smiles when your eyes meet his. “Thank you.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “For what?”

“For getting me to watch the fireworks. I enjoyed it and if it wasn’t for you, I would’ve missed it.”

You smile at his confession, feeling a sense of pride. “You’re welcome. Maybe now, we’ll watch the fireworks for a bit before playing.”

“Yeah. Sounds good.” Benny smiles.

You chuckle with a nod and kiss him on the cheek. “Good night, Benny.”

His smile grows and your name falls from his lips with a loving tone. “Sweet dreams.”

You smile as you watch Benny slowly walk away, clearly not wanting to leave you. His eyes not once leave yours as he walks backwards toward his house next door but because of it, he trips over an object hidden in the grass.

You burst out laughing and Benny quickly stands back up with a sheepish smile, dusting his pants off and trying to play it off.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, ‘m good.”

“Gotta be more careful next time.”

“I got distracted.” Benny shrugs with a smirk. “It’s not my fault I have a beautiful girlfriend.”

“Oh brother.” You roll your eyes but the smile on your lips betrays you.

Benny grins before continuing to walk back to his house, now paying attention to his surroundings. He takes two steps when he snaps his fingers and calls for you as he jogs back.

Your eyebrows furrow and when you turn back around, Benny is standing right in front of you which startles you.

“Sorry.” He chuckles. “I just remembered, you don’t have to give me the baseball card.”

“But the deal?”

“I never wanted the card in the first place. I only accepted it ‘cause it meant a lot to you that I saw the fireworks.” Benny says with a soft smile and grabs your hands. “And even before you offered, I was gonna say yes but you stopped me before I could.”

“Benny.” You whisper with affection as you look at him with loving eyes.

Benny lays your hands on his shoulders and wraps his arms around your torso, holding you close. He says your name, heavy with love and affection, and it has you melting on the spot. You kiss him and Benny doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back.

You were wrong about earlier. There was something that can compete with Baseball and beat it. One that Benny will always choose.

You.

[3lder1ch-l0verz]

Nice to meet you too...

It's been about a year since you moved to this new place. San Fernando Valley. California.

In the time you had been here, you hadn't put any effort into making friends. The kids at school found you odd, even your fellow baseball team members. This was due to how quiet you were. However, you were still known around the school for one thing.

Baseball, that was your sport, the one thing you were recognized for at school and at home. Some kids even go as far as saying you were as good as Benjamin, or Benny, Rodriguez.

Benny was well-known for defeating ‘the beast' about a month before your arrival. Of course, you quickly found out that Hercules was actually a big sweetheart. But, nonetheless, people would compare you and Benny. You had never officially met him, only seen him in the hallways at school and during baseball matches between your team and his.

The Sandlot gang were the best team in the town! So it wasn't much of a surprise when your team lost against his team. Though, you rarely got to play when the match was against the Sandlot gang.

Phillips, your team captain, had always been a sleazeball when it came to you. He didn't like you that much due to the fact you were a good player, better than he. It was why he kept you off the plate so often. He didn't want you, some country kid, stealing his supposed spotlight.

Today was another match against the sandlot gang, one sparked from Phillips being arrogant. He frustrated you beyond belief.

“Phillips, why do you keep doing this? You continuously brag about our team being the best team in the state, and you pick fights with those sandlot kids, yet we always lose against them. C’mon man, it's embarrassing at this point. Just admit those guys are better than us!”

Phillips glares at you and tossed a bat to you, which you caught.

“If you think they're so much better, why don't you go join them? You'd fit right in, you're a baseball reject, just like them!”

You scoffed and took off your jersey, thankfully you hadn't changed into the uniform completely, just the jersey.

“Fine. Maybe I will Phillips. ‘m tired of your crap anyways.”

You shove the jersey into his hands and storm off. The game hadn't even begun and you had already quit. Thankfully, the opposing team wasn't there yet.

As you were storming off the field, you bump into somebody, causing the person you ran into to fall down.

“Jeez, watch where you're going!”

You were going to lash out at the person who said that but noticed it was someone familiar. Benjamin “The Jet” Rodriguez. You sigh and help him up.

“My bad man. Didn't see you.”

Benny swats some dust off his shirt and he nods.

“It's fine, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude. Just a bit annoyed right now. It's the third time this week that Phillips has challenged us to match. Anyways, you're that new kid right? You're (Name) aren't you?”

He eyes you up and down before nodding.

“Well, the names Benny. Nice to finally meet you man.”

You nod, shifting a bit.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too…”

| I apologize if this is bad, I've never really written for other people before. Anyways, criticism is welcome!

[whyareyouhere66]

Call Me A Snitch - Benny Rodriguez/The Sandlot x GN Reader

“Could it be something like benny rodriguez x gn!reader and its they are on philips team and playing against the sandlot boys and the philips convinces the reader to cheat by using like this sticky rosin stuff…”

Here we go @yourgirljen4life - hope you enjoy and I hope this is what you were looking for 

[mind you I don’t know a lot about rosin or anything- also Phillips doesn’t have a listed full name, so I used the actors first name.]

CW: slightly rushed I haven’t written in a hot minute, not heavy on any relationships, Wil Phillips

Benny Rodriguez x GN!Tiger’s player Reader

x

It’s the middle of the day, sun hot and sticky beating down on the trees and dirt that cover the ground, temperature at least 80 degrees, when I realize I should’ve stayed home.

I used to say I’d never miss a good game of baseball, especially not with someone as invested as Benny Rodriguez or Wil Phillips. But then again, I’ve never played such an un-fun one in my life. Which is actually pretty impressive.

The ball swings across the field as Benny’s team hits it spot on again, and I see as our outfielder scurries to get it. I can’t remember who’s out there, probably Eric. Guess that wasn’t a great idea. Bertram, looking accomplished, smoothly jogs across the base. 

They’re getting real cocky, now. It’s funny, I think, I’d crack a grin when I hear Ham’s next remark but with the vein nearly popping out of Phillips’ forehead I decide to bite it back. 

“How are we doing so shit?” I hear him ask, but I don’t think he wants a real answer. The expensive jerseys can only cover so much, an idea he seems very much unaware of.

I look down at my wrinkled jersey, the white fabric tinted with dirt after I took a dive for home base in the last inning. I dust some of it off, hearing another crack of the wooden bat across the way. To follow, a curse mumbled from Phillips lips. 

I sigh slightly, and glance back at the score board. We’re down by 2, which isn’t horrible, but I know we’d all prefer not being down at all. My cleats scuff against the sand as I stand up from our bench, and stand next to the blonde boy. His gaze is strong and fixed on the new batter, Benny. 

‘Oh boy.’ 

Droplets of sweat trickle down his forehead, over his nose, and he stares intently at our pitcher. He’s in jeans in a t-shirt, to no one’s surprise, and I look over him as he gets into position. His eyes narrow, blocking the sun the best they can. 

From the dugout, I watch with crossed arms. I still remember the first game against the sandlot boys- when Phillips tried to stand off on their own field. I think that’s when I first realized, baseball would be a lot more fun if there weren’t the pressure of winning constantly on my shoulders. 

He’s so focused, swaying the bat over his shoulder and adjusting his feet across home base. Beside me, Phillips’ scoffs, I can basically hear how his teeth clench in his jaw.

Benny hits it mere feet away from the fence, our outfielder sprinting for it and suddenly Phillips’ hand grabs a firm hold on my shoulder, snatching my thoughts from the game.

“This is bullshit,” he complains, and uses the grip on my shoulder to turn me towards the bench behind us, “come on.”

My arms remain crossed even as he tugs me towards his bag, and he leans down to grab something from inside. Red flag, I think, he’s up to something.

“You’re up next,” when he comes back up, he’s holding a small tub in his hand, “use this.” 

I look down at the tub in his hands, and skim over the word “Rosin” bolded on the lid. 

He’s gotta be kidding.

I glance up at him, he’s looking at me expectantly, as if I’m supposed to immediately understand. When I don’t enthusiastically go along with it, he rattles his hand impatiently.

“No.” I tell him, and he groans.

“Y/n come on-“ he whines, “we’ve gotta get a leg up.”

“This is pathetic, Phillips.”

He groans again, dramatically throwing his head back, and I feel his fingers tightening against the bone of my shoulder. 

“Dude- it’s not a big deal, just do it so we don’t lose against these…” he looks back to the field, where Benny has already made it to 2nd base and players from our team and his are spread across the dirt and grass. Ham chuckles smugly, rolling up to base, and immediately just from one look at the field Phillips’ face scrunches into one of disgust. 

“…losers.”

He finishes, I scoff.

“Dude.”

He doesn’t listen to my protest at all, instead shoving the tub of rosin into my hand. Tan fingers slip away from my shoulder, finally, and he reaches back into his bag and pulls out another baseball, placing it into my free hand. 

“Do it, or I swear to god L/n.”  He looks at me like he’s giving a threat, which he is, but it’s not a strong one. I sigh, and he steps away from me back to the edge of the dugout to watch the game. I’m left alone by the cluttered bench.

Looking down at the ball and the tub, I sigh once more. But nonetheless, I unscrew the tub. 

It’s a bad idea, pathetic as I said, I should’ve known the second we went down a point Phillips would resort to a cheat. 

.

But hey, it worked. 

My fingers are still sticky with rosin as the game ends- the scoreboard has changed, now in our favor with 3 points above the sandlot group. 

Curses echo from them as ham kicks the dirt below his feet, and I watch as Benny throws his hat to the ground in a fit. It clashes well with the smug cheers from my team- but at the sight of the others so defeated, I feel guilty.

“Told you.” Phillips’ smirks into my ear, patting my shoulder much harder than needed before strutting off with the rest of the team. I dont join him, though.

It wasn’t our win to get. 

“Some pop and fries at the diner sound good to you guys?” Phillips asks, raising his voice knowing the sandlot boys will hear him across the dugout. Of course he needs to rub it in, sometimes i think he’s a better actor than he is a baseball player.

As my team saunters off, I listen in on the grumbles from Benny’s team.

“Damn tigers…” ham mumbles, glaring at the ground. 

“Yeah yeah- we had ‘em in the first half too. Like, what the hell?”

With all the mumbling, Benny shakes his head with a glare. I can tell by the clench of his fist he’s frustrated, he turns around to his friends.

“Just shut up about it guys- we lost, it’s whatever.” His voice contradicts him easily, but it quiets his friends grumbling a fair amount. He spins back around, about to match off to their dugout, and last second my mouth opens.

“Wait!”

They all turn around, faces still dark as ever when they see me approaching them, trying to catch up with a light jog. I don’t know why I’m doing this, I’ve never been much more than acquaintances with them, but it’s obvious they’re better friends than my team will ever get to be. Maybe that’s what motivates me to continue.

“Hold on, it’s,” I pause, breathing out and coming to a stop right in front of them, “hold on.”

“What do you want?” Squints obnoxiously adjusts his glasses at me. The only ones not glaring me down seem to be Smalls and the twins. Though, when i catch Benny’s eyes again there isn’t any anger directed at me behind his gaze. 

“I,” I glance behind me, my team is gone, and I turn back with a hesitant look, “you didn’t lose.”

This seems to confuse them, Bertram scoffs.

“Right, funny.” He says bitterly.

“Yeah yeah, hilarious.” Yeah yeah pipes up, but Squints holds up a finger to both of them, staring at me with vague interest.

Benny is lost, closing his eyes in thought. 

“What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t technically lose,” I rephrase, “not legally, I mean.”

When they’re about to question me further, I look down at my hand and squeeze my fingers, the rosin sticking to my skin. They catch on quickly, by the time I look back up squints has already marched over to me.

“What’s this?” He questions, grabbing my hand and examining the skin. I awkwardly watch on as he recognizes the sticky shit on my hand, glaring at me in disbelief. Spinning around to the others, he grabs my wrist.

“They used sticky rosin!” He exclaims, holding up my hand for the others like a clue. His friend’s eyes widen, and I take my hand back to quickly explain.

“They cheated?” Smalls let the question sit in the air, because no one really answered him.

“It was Phillips’ idea,” none of them are surprised, as Benny mutters with rolling eyes, “he got pressed when you started winning, he’d kept some in his bag.” 

Groans rumble from the group, I notice as Benny pulls off his hat once more, leaving his sweaty hair to the breeze. 

“I mean- are we surprised?” His voice is thick in sarcasm, standing out over the grumbles from Ham and Yeah Yeah.

“No- of course that blonde Bambi would cheat, pussy move.” Bertram curses, and despite their glares I feel a grin form at the words “blonde Bambi.”

“Sorry- I should’ve told him to quit, but…”

The hot sun is baking my skin, the baseball cap sitting on my head only giving so much. 

“So why didn’t you?” Ham quips- I almost bite my tongue, but Benny whacks him with his hat. 

“Shut up,” he clicks his tongue, before his gaze returns to me, and I’m not really sure what to do with it. “Thanks for uh- for telling us.” He gives the slightest hint at a smile, his teeth sticking through his lips. I smile back at him, the guilt from before falling further into the back of my mind. 

“Yeah- I mean,” I dip my head, “you guys were having a lot more fun out there than I’ve had in a minute.”

Smalls furrows his eyebrows. “Then you should play with us!”

Everyone turns to look at him.

I’m surprised by his offer, though not at the many, many quips thrown his way afterwards. I’ve never thought about it, never having been invited before, but now that the idea is fresh in front of me I consider it.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Benny jumps in- and that’s what really surprises me. 

“For real?” I ask, and Benny steps forward, blocking off the rest of the boys from giving their loud input. Face to face, I finally notice more of his grin. 

“Yeah- might be fun, plus, would drive Phillips crazy.” 

I grin. 

He holds out a hand to me, and I have to remember to switch to the not sticky one to return the gesture.

“We’ll play tomorrow- the sandlot at noon. If you’re in, join us.”

His hold is firm, yet his hands are softer than I think I expected.  Despite the blisters that cross his palm, his touch is warm. I look up at him through the shade of my hat. For a second, he looks hopeful. And after a moment of thinking, pushing away the migraine for Phillips to face the second he finds out, I nod.

“I’ll be there.”

He’s the last the leave as the others walk away, Smalls walking by his side at the back of the group as Benny throws me one last shiny grin.

Not as uninteresting as I thought it would be anymore- I walk home with the Tiger’s jersey now in lost value on my shoulders. 

[unknownmarley]

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𐙚⋆.˚ a multi part benny rodriguez fanfic

𐙚⋆.˚ benny rodriguez x crushing!fem!oc

𐙚⋆.˚ friends(kinda) to lovers, mutual pinning later in story, fem!oc hard crushing, fem!oc kinda dumb

⋆𐙚02

IN the cool, air-conditioned living room of the Zerman household, the two girls occupied the space. Hallie sat on the floor, her back against the couch, delicately applying a shimmery pale yellow polish to her nails. The scent of nail polish wafted through the room, filling the air with its distinctive aroma.

Meanwhile, Cherry reclined on the couch, her eyes fixed on the small screen glowing in the dimly lit room. The early morning sun peeked through the blinds, casting slivers of light across the space. As Cherry watched the screen, yesterday morning's events replayed in her mind like scenes from a movie that she couldn't get the shake off of.

A soft sigh escaped Cherry's lips as she leaned back, her head resting against the couch's back. Hallie, sensing her friend's troubled thoughts, glanced over with a sympathetic look, her brown eyes meeting Cherry's.

"Forget about him," Hallie reassured her, setting her nail polish aside on the coffee table. With a gentle pat on Cherry's thigh, she pushed her self up up on the couch, careful not to smudge her freshly painted nails. "His friends are jerks anyway."

Cherry sighed, her frown deepening as she confessed, "It's not just him. I feel bad about the boy." She looked over at Hallie, who mirrored her concern with a disappointed expression.

As a tranquil silence draped the room, Hallie's lips curved into a soft sigh, her gaze drifting lazily across the space. But the quietness was short-lived as the sound of Hallie's brother's footsteps interrupted the stillness, heralding his arrival into the kitchen just beyond the living room.

With a casual grace, he swung open the fridge door, prompting Hallie to glance his way with an annoyed groan of acknowledgment. Cherry's eyes trailed over to Hallie's brother, awkwardly watching the two. Mike had always fancied himself a rebellious figure, a wannabe guitarist, yet beneath the façade lay the reality of his privileged life.

"Mike, how many times do I have to remind you to stay in your room when I have friends over!" Hallie's tone carried outright annoyance as she pushed herself off the couch, making her way towards the kitchen. With a hashed push, she closed the fridge door, eliciting an eye roll from her brother who hadn't even managed to grab anything.

"You know I can't stay cooped up in my room forever," Mike replied, his arms folding across his chest as his gaze shifted towards Cherry, "plus it's cherry, hi cherry." He pointed out, lazily greeting the girl who gave him an awkward tight lipped smile and small wave.

"That's not the issue, Mike, and you know it," Hallie retorted, her hands resting lightly on her hips as she scolding him as if he was a child.

"Whatever, you're such a dork," Mike dismissed her with a roll of his eyes, lightly flicking her on before grabbing a cereal bar from the countertop and retreating to his room, leaving Hallie to groan as she stomped her way back to the couch.

"Jerk," she mumbled under her breath as she plopped down next to Cherry on the comfy couch. Turning to face her, Cherry couldn't help but stifle a giggle at the sassy remark.

"Anyways," Hallie smiled, "The kid from yesterday is just like a few houses down. Maybe we should go say hi or something." Cherry's eyes lit up at the idea. She knew all too well the feeling of being the new kid, and yesterday's incident had surely left a mark on that poor boy.

"Hallie, you're an actual angel!" Cherry exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. A toothy smile spread across her face as she eagerly stood up, pulling Hallie up with her. The two girls hurriedly made their way towards Hallie's room, to get ready.

AS Cherry and Hallie strolled down the sun-drenched pavement, the rhythmic tap of Cherry's worn-out boots echoed softly against the scorching ground. In the distance, they spotted a familiar sight – a blonde boy perched on his front steps, his brow furrowed with evident concern.

Hallie nudged Cherry, wordlessly prompting her to take the lead. With a hesitant grin, Cherry smoothed out the lace patterns adorning her summer dress, her gaze shifting nervously towards the boy.

"Hey there," Cherry greeted, elongating her southern twang in a bid to sound welcoming. Her eyes couldn't help but notice the bruise that was nastily coated his eye in hues of yellows and purples.

The boy looked up, offering a shy smile in return. His gaze flickered uncertainly between the two approaching girls, his apprehension palpable.

"I'm Christina Benson, but folks 'round here just call me Cherry," she introduced herself, extending her hand for a friendly shake. The boy reciprocated with a tentative grip before turning his attention to Hallie.

"Hallie Zerman," she chimed in. "I live a couple of blocks down from you."

"I'm Scotty Small," the boy replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he shook Hallie's hand.

Cherry hesitated, her thoughts drifting back to yesterday's unfortunate incident, the memory still fresh in her mind.

"We saw what went down yesterday," Cherry began, her voice trailing off slightly as she recalled the awkward encounter. Scotty's cheeks flushed deeper as he relived the embarrassment.

"you shouldn't stress it that much, you did better then what i could do," Hallie interjected, her tone laced with empathy. Sensing Scotty's discomfort, she offered words of reassurance.

"yea, them boy are a bunch of piddle anyways," Cherry added, with a shrug and smile as she felt Hallies head lean on her shoulder.

Before Cherry could say more, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted their conversation. Cherrys eyes quickly widen and quickly turn back to ground as she went silent, which didn't go unnoticed by Hallie and unfortunately Benny.

"Hey, laddies," Benny greeted the two girls with a hesitant smile, his expression met with an icy silence from Cherry, who avoided his gaze like it held some ancient curse.

"Hi, Benny," Hallie interjected, her voice cutting through the awkward tension that seemed to stretch on for an eternity, though it had only been five seconds. There was an underlying tone of annoyance in her words, prompting Cherry to swiftly swat at her friend's head, signaling her to cease.

Hallie straightened up, her gaze shifting to Cherry with a raised eyebrow and a faint smile playing on her lips. Cherry, however, couldn't bear to meet her friend's eyes, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment. Dodging eye contact with the two people engaging her in conversation proved to be quite the ordeal.

"I'm gonna play some ball. We need an extra guy. You wanna go?" Benny's attention shifted towards Scotty, his brow furrowing slightly as he stood there with bat and glove in hand. "You two could tag along too," he added, casting a glance towards the girls. "just sit and watch or whatever," he shrugged nonchalantly before refocusing on Scotty, who cast his gaze downwards.

"No, thanks," Scotty's voice was barely a whisper, a crease forming between his brows as he shook his head.

"Why not?" Benny's confusion was palpable, his expression a mixture of bewilderment and concern. "don't you like baseball?" he inquired, tilting his head with slight annoyance.

"Yeah, but, uh..." Scotty's voice trailed off, his eyes darting around, avoiding direct eye contact with anyone present.

"But what?" Benny's impatience was evident, his hand thrown up in exasperation as he awaited an explanation.

"But your fri—" Hallie began, but Cherry swiftly covered her mouth, shooting her a frantic look, her eyes wide with urgency, silently pleading for her to stop.

"Scotty, you should give it a go," Cherry interjected, turning towards the boy with an encouraging smile, her hand still hovering over her friend's mouth. Benny's smile towards Cherry went unnoticed by her, and truth be told, he was rather relieved.

"But my glove—it's busted," Scotty explained, rising to his feet and displaying the worn-out glove to the trio, his fingers idly tracing the frayed edges.

"Uh, see? Now I can't go," Scotty muttered, his voice laden with a mix of relief and disappointment, as if he had been secretly hoping for this excuse. His gaze shifted nervously between the trio, lingering for a moment on Cherry, whose frown deepened at his words.

"It's okay," Benny reassured with a small, sympathetic shake of his head as he reached into his back pocket. "I got an extra one," he continued, his movements deliberate as he retrieved a slightly worn but serviceable glove. A grin spread across Cherry's face as she watched Benny throw the glove to him, her eyes briefly meeting his before her face turned red and flickered back to Scotty.

Meanwhile, as Cherry was momentarily distracted, Hallie seized the opportunity to finally get her mouth uncovered gaining a "Eugh!" from Cherry as she hastily wiped the saliva off on dress. Hallie quickly wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, a proud smile on her face.

"Come on, let's go," Benny called out to Scotty, impatiently gesturing him to come. Scotty wasted no time, rushing to his front door to inform his mom of his plans before bounding down the steps to catch up with the others.

"You two coming?" Benny glanced back at Cherry and Hallie, his expression a mix of anticipation and encouragement. Hallie nodded with a shrug, while Cherry just stared her mouth as a gap no word could form out her mouth as her face still had a light pink hue on her face.

"Come on, let's go," Benny urged once more, picking up the pace with a slight jog. Hallie reached for her friend's hand, gently tugging her along as they followed the boys, the sound of the four set st  opfeet stumbling against the ground echoing down the morning sun-dappled street.

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[ennsposts]

Benny Rodriguez x reader fics where are you??? 😞🙏🏻🙏🏻 We seriously need more of them 💔💔

[bad268]

Dodge (Benny Rodriguez X Reader)

Fandom: The Sandlot

Requested: Day 4 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: Attempted murder(/j), inspired by the time my friend hit a foul ball directly into my face and I fractured my wrist when I caught it (:

Pronouns: First Person (I/me)

W.C. 348

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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It was a normal Wednesday afternoon. The sun was blazing, the boys were playing ball and I was sitting off to the side, drawing in my sketchbook. It was something I do every time they play ball since I am the most unathletic person, and I would rather spend my time doodling anyway.

Today, Benny decided to teach the rest of the boys how to swing, and they were doing pretty well. Ham almost hit over the fence, Yeah Yeah, Squints and Timmy hit it past the bases and now Smalls was up.

I was working on some shading for the piece when I heard the crack of the bat. Just as I look up, I see the ball heading straight at me.

I ducked to the side just in time to dodge the foul ball before it hit me in the face. I looked around at everyone’s faces, all of which were grimaces while Smalls tried to hide behind the bat handle. I let out a loud exhale as I stood up and dusted the dirt from my jeans.

“I thought we agreed to not kill me this summer, boys,” I said sarcastically, crossing my arms before walking up to Smalls and taking the bat from him. “You’re done.”

“I think that’s a good place to end today,” Benny said, causing all of the guys to groan in disappointment as they left the lot. Once they rounded the corner and were out of sight, Benny leaned over to wrap his arm around my shoulder as he pulled me into his side. “That was a nice dodge you did.”

“Well, thank you. I learned from almost getting hit by your foul balls a hundred gazillion times,” I joked, playing with his hand that hung from my shoulders. 

“I bet you could do better than them,” Benny joked. “I’ll teach you the basics?”

“I don’t know,” I dragged out, “I don’t think your dodging skills are as good as mine.”

“Oh, you completely missed Ham’s line drive straight to my head,” He laughed.

“Oh no! Not your pretty face!”

~~~~~

© BAD268 2023. DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION.

[lmh8903]

Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 1.

Lil intro: Hi, my name is Y/N McClennan, I'm the older sister of Alan McClennan, but everyone calls him YeahYeah. I am 17 years old, a junior, and I have the best boyfriend ever, Phillips.  I love baseball. I used to play at the Sandlot with the boys, but when I started dating Phillips, the boys got really pissed at me. It's been about a year since I've touched a baseball or even talked to my old friends, which was when I started dating Phillips. This has been incredibly hard since the boys have been my best friends for as long as I can remember. However, the only thing  I can really do about it now is to accept the fact that I broke their trust. Especially Benny's. 

Actual Story: Y/N's POV

I was incredibly excited for today. It was finally the official last day of my junior year. After a long and anticipated wait, school just got out, and now it's time for one of my last summers in the San Fernando Valley.

Of course, as part of my everyday routine, I walked up to Phillips's locker. "Hey," I said.

"Hey, baby," Phillips replied as he kissed my cheek. He grabbed my hand, and I gladly took it, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something unusual. Benny was looking at us, and it was clear he wasn't too thrilled.

This made me a little upset and curious because Benny and I were best friends for almost as long as I can remember. The day that our friendship ended was the day that I told him I started dating Phillips, which will be a year in two days. Everyone except Scotty and my brother rebelled to get me off their team, and we haven't talked since.

I still remember how he looked when I told him. He didn't look pissed off, he just looked sad and disappointed. The pain in his eyes, the betrayal. I understand that he and Phillips don't get along, but as my best friend, I was hoping he would have been supportive. I didn't realize I was thinking so much until Phillips cut me off.

"You okay babe?" Phillips asked.

"Yeah, of course, I'm fine," I replied with a slight smile.

He turned around, clearly knowing I was lying. Benny was still looking at us. "You're looking at Rodriguez?" Phillips asked.

"Oh, um yeah. I just wanted to make sure he saw this," I said as I passionately kissed Phillips. I don't even know why I did this. I would've liked to have mended my relationship with Benny, but this just shows that I don't care. How could I be so fucking stupid?

We pulled away when we heard a locker door and a door slam. I looked at where Benny was standing. He was gone. I could tell he was infuriated. I could kind of feel his pain in a way. It was obvious Benny was irritated when he saw us before I made the rash decision of kissing Phillips in front of him. I should have just left it at that.

In all honesty, I've always had a little crush on Benny. The way he is so passionate about baseball, it's pretty hot. Once Benny and I talked about the future, and what we wanted. He made it very clear that he did not have time for a relationship, nor did he want one. I knew at that moment I had to move on. So, I went with someone who had put in the effort of trying to impress me and decided to give him a chance.

I love Phillips, I mean, he's great, and we're super happy, but sometimes I wonder how happy I would be with Benny. I really miss him. After all, he was my best friend. I'm going to talk to Yeah-Yeah when I get home to see if the boys would let me back on the team. They really were the best and most loyal friends a girl could have. And what did I do? I started dating their enemy. Like who does that? Thinking about it now, I see why they kicked me off the team, and I wouldn't blame them if they didn't want to be friends again.

After thinking, Phillips and I start walking to his house. It's only a couple of blocks, so we don't feel the need to drive. It's nice walking with him. It's giving me time to clear my head and push out any doubts that I have.

Phillips then breaks the silence, "Y/N, are you okay? You've been acting weird since we saw Rodriguez." I sigh and reply, "I don't know. I just really miss my friends. I love you, and you know that, but I just wish they would get over it." Phillips responds, "I know you miss them. You also need to understand that, besides Rodriguez, there's an age difference there. They're only 14 and 15. Them being like this is somewhat valid, they're supposed to be immature, you know? Rodriguez, on the other hand, that's just immature." I don't say anything; I just give him a peck on the cheek and smile. We look up to see that we're standing outside his house. We go in, start watching movies, and cuddle.

After we get done hanging out at his house, I kiss Phillips goodbye, get in my car that I drove over to his house before school, and drive home. I start bawling in the car. Phillips made a lot of sense, but it doesn't hurt any less. I reach my driveway, park my car, and then head inside my house. I walk to Yeah-Yeah's room to go talk to him and see how the boys are doing. Once I get to his room, he's not in there. I guess he's still out with them. I then walk to my room and try to go to sleep in order to prevent myself from crying again. 

After struggling to fall asleep for a few hours, I left my bedroom. I look in Yeah-Yeah's room to see if he's home. He's passed out cold. I have no one to talk to currently, so I  walk to the one place I can fully clear my thoughts. 

Lmk if y’all want part 2!! <3

[yourslvtywhor3]

Benny from the sandlot? 🤭 YeS

NOT PROOF READ OR EDITED

Ofc he gonna teach you how to play baseball 🙄

Guys 5his is gonna sound crazy but he will ditch playing baseball with his friends to play with you 🤧😭

ofc he’s gonna randomly climb into your room when he’s bored

at school he’ll hug u or just place his hand on your thigh nothing crazy

on 4th of July you guys would go swimming at your house or his

Philip (idk what the bully’s name is, like the kid on the bike in the one sene 💀😭) is turning so hard to try to get you and Benny to break up bc he’s jealous

ice cream dates that’s it PERIOD ☺️

during winter he gives you like 5 hoodies 💀😭🙄🥰

cuddles a lot

personally I don’t really think he would be a fan of make outs and stuff like that but sometimes things get heated

he respects you a shit ton

personally would appreciate if you like and follow bc y not help a small creator ☺️

[dolliewonyy]

Hi do you feel like doing a Benny Rodriguez x sweetheart reader kind of thing. Reader is like the sweet girl next door and Benny is basically her charming boy who takes her on dates and calls her father either by sir or his last name. She thinks its sweet that Benny is helping out smalls . Maybe even add a cliche moment like in the movie "Say Anything"

Mission accomplished.

✮ ━━ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : after benny charms his 'darling lover girl' from next door, his next mission is to impress her father.

୨୧ ━━ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : some changes in the suggestions (sorry!) And, just pure fluff. And maybe some lines from my favorite series, bridgerton and boy Meets world ;) really hope you guys would know

ᥫ᭡ ━━ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : I'm so very happy

that 2 people had requested 😜 btw I will do the next one maybe next day or next week Monday or tonight. Sorry for not posting!

If there was a word that would describe benny, it would definitely be, respectful.

He would never leave a place without people saying 'he's such a charming boy' or 'he will get a lot of girls.'

Due to his charm, and kindness, people start to take a liking to him, especially.. Y/n.

I mean, it wasn't y/n's fault to fall in love with benny 'the jet' Rodriguez after he helped his dear friend, smalls, retrieve his ball back.

Little did you know, he took an interest to you too.

It started with waves and hey's when they would pass by each other.

Oh! Did I mention, they live next door? She was a house apart from the Rodriguez's and the Small's family.

But..

Eventually, they started striking conversations.

Conversations to meet ups,

To hanging out in his house,

To going to the sandlot with him,

To dating.

Yes, you're guys we're both 14 year olds, but his mother adores you so much, she kept pestering the poor boy when is he gonna ask y/n out.

So, benny took her out on a date.

And the rest is history.

Except for today.

Benny is in his room, making sure his attire was correct and approachable for y/n's father.

He was so scared, he kept asking his mom if this was okay.

Of course, she said yes.

As time passed by, it was finally the moment, where he was going to knock on the door. And hopefully, and hopefully, see her answering it.

As he rang the doorbell, he adjusted his sleeves. Wearing just a long black shirt with a collar and his black jeans.

To his surprise, it was..

Y/n's father.

"Hello." He said, rather stoicly.

"Hi sir." Benny replied. Trying his best to stay calm. But his breathing gave him up.

Y/n's father, took a closer inspection to the Rodriguez boy. After a while, y/n finally came.

"Dad! Hey benny" y/n smiled softly, making benny forget about everything but her.

Even her father, softened and smiled softly at his daughter. "Come in, let's go!" She took Benny's hand, leading him in to her house, then to the dining room.

As they finally got into the dining room, benny sat down.

Along with y/n and her dad.

As they ate, her father asked about what he does, what does he want to be, etc.

Until he dropped the bomb.

"Why should I allow you to be romantically involved with my daughter?" Y/n's father asked.

Y/n dropped her fork and went to pick it up, glaring at her dad like she's saying 'why would you do that?'

Benny felt his heart pounding, but had no other choice than to tell the whole truth.

"Well sir.. " benny started.

"I think she was one of the most gentle, kind, and loving girl I've ever met. And when she first moved in, I thought she looked.. Gorgeous, or angelic. But in that moment, I knew that, even the prettiest girl, wouldn't come close to her beauty." The boy says, looking at her father.

"And- ever since we became friends, I longed to be with her every single second. Because not only did I fall for her face, but with her loyalty and personality."

"The way she would come over when I ask for help, like a friend. And how she would always light up the room when things go silent.. But the problem is.. I do not want y/n to be my friend, nor my best friend, but to be my girlfriend or future wife or future mother to my future kids." Benny stated. Taking a long deep breath.

"But, If you have your doubts, I promise to never break her heart, I promise to hold her hand until both of us turn into ashes, and I promise to love her with all my heart." The Rodriguez boy added.

After that explanation, y/n's dad smiled softly at his daughter, chuckling as she looked at Benny with such a wide smile, it could show her dimples.

"Y/n, take the plates out please." Her father said, as y/n tried to argue, he gave her a look saying 'I want to talk to him.'

Y/n nodded, taking her, Benny's, and her dads plate before going into the kitchen.

"You can date her. But. If you break her heart, I will break your arm." Y/ns dad said as she left the room. And he was dead serious.

"I promise sir." Benny nodded, hiding his big smile by biting the inside of his cheeks.

After the big night, Benny waved goodbye to y/n and her father.

As the boy was about to go to his house, he felt a tug at his wrist making him turn.

Y/n.

"Hey.." Y/n said, smiling sheepishly.

"Hi.." He chuckled.

"I just wanted to say.. Thank you, and.. It's really romantic how you would say those things."

"He wants the reason, I give him my full reason" he smirks and shrugs.

"Jerk." Y/n said playfully. Making Benny laugh softly.

"Good night by the way." She said before giving a peck on Benny's lips making him widen his eyes as the last thing he sees was y/n running back to her house.

"Good night.." Benny muttered, holding his lips as he can't believe his 'darling love girl' finally kissed him.

Safe to say, they lived a happy life.

[robin-munson]

even he was weirded tf out

[terrortwinss]

Benny Rodriguez x fem!reader

𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐋

It was a hot day and you and your four friends Tay, Fay Fay , Coast, and Jezz had decided to go to the pool and do a little sun bathing. When you arrived you all placed your towels down and lay back. Your friends let out a sigh of relief as you closed your eyes.

Suddenly you heard a loud group of boys running towards the pool before jumping in causing a huge splash of water to fly over your group. “UGH!” Jezz yelled you removed your sun glasses ready to fuck up whoever it was causing such a ruckus for you guys.

When you caught a glimpse of Benny Rodriguez you froze. You’ve seen him and his friends around in their jeans and flannels, you always thought he was cute and gained a little crush on him.

“I can’t stand you lot, always causing trouble for the kids around ya!” Jezz yelled at them wet hair sliding over her face.

A fairly chubby boy with a lot of freckles on his face made a comment under his breathe but she heard it, “what the hell you say?” She sneered. You giggled to yourself, when you felt small hands shove you forward and into the pool.

“AH!” You let out a short lived scream before you hit the water clinging to the closest thing in reach which was Bennys arm. Your friends shoved squints into the pool, when you pulled your head from under water you wrapped your arms around Benny’s neck.

“Woah, woah calm down” he chuckled guiding you over to the rim of the pool and sitting you on the edge or the pool. “You okay?” He asked tilting his head a bit you nodded, “you can’t swim or something?” He grinned.

You giggled but shook you head causing his friends to let out barking laughs your friends jumped in after them chasing them the best they could in water leaving the two of you alone on the edge of the pool wall.

“Well, I’m Benjamin Rodriguez, but everyone calls me Benny. And that’s ham the rest of them might run off later on so no point in tryna help you remember their names.” You smile,nodded and gave him your name. “That’s a pretty name, isn’t it?” He teased laughing when he saw the smile you let out, “well thank you Benny, you’re a real doll aren’t ya.” You complimented putting your finger under this chin and raising his head to meet your eyes.

He flashed a pearly white smile and tilted your head to where the golden sun caught your eyes, you saw a light tint of red burn it’s way on his cheeks as you lent down he gently closed his eyes and rose up to accept your kiss when s pound of water caught you off guard and pulled you away inches from him.

“BENNY GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND SHOW THESE SISSIES WHOS BOSS!” Ham yelled trying to hold Jezz in a head lock, Benny looked back over to you and pulled you to a slightly shallower end with the group. As you inched over to watch Tay and fay Fay basically drown Benny and his Ham as he released Jezz from his freckly hold.

“I saw you over there with the Rodriguez kid.” Coast said leaning over to your ear, “Gotta admit I really thought you would’ve kissed him those damn boys, always causing a ruckus without even realizing.” You let out a breathy laugh and watched the three girls gang up on freckles and Benny the rest of his group had swam off to bother some other kids on the other side of the pool.

“Now who’s the sissies, huh?” Jezz grinned holding ham in a head lock once in a minute dunking his head fully into the water, “okay imma go release her hold before she kills the poor kid!” Coast said pushing off the wall the two of you were resting against, you watched with mild amazement had Jezz held a vice like grip to the boys head.

“Strong girl.” Benny said causing you to flinch you didn’t realize he was right there, “hell yeah, she’s always been that way, coast is always the best at prying her off!” You chirped “sweet” he mumbled glancing over at you.

You all stayed in the pool until 30 minutes till closing was when you all decided to dry off and prepare to leave. Fay Fay and Tae were joking around tripping each other up while Coast was keeping Jezz from killing ham and you were hanging back with Benny talking amongst yourselves.

“It was real sweet of you helping me when squints pushed me in, ya know..” you said swaying from side to side looking at the ground, “it was nothin, I could teach ya how to swim if ya wanna!” He smiled running his hand through his wet hair. “I would like that a lot, thanks.”

You friends were walking a head of you two laughing and yelling at each other, Benny quietly wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer to him. You couldn’t help but giggle at this as you pushed closer against his hip, when the intercept for your street and his came up your friends said their goodbyes and continued walking slowly waiting for you.

“This is me, cya around Benny….” You said pulling yourself away him, “yeah, cya around.” When you turned to walk away you felt him grab you wrist and turn you back around his face was bright red and his nose was scrunched up.

He quickly pulled you into a kiss not letting it linger to long before he pulled away and ran down his street leaving you there shocked, you could hear you friends behind you “ooooohhhhh!!” As they hastily pulled you toward home ready to spend the whole night talking about your new “boyfriend” as they called him.

As you all ran down the street you couldn’t help but let a giddy smile cross your lips and giggle, you couldn’t wait will tomorrow.

[radbirdtheorist]

need i say more

[fictional-charecter-lover]

Tell me why Benny Rodriguez and David Durango from The Sandlot are so frickn cute like:

[whyareyouhere66]

Hello hello could you possibly write a Benny rodriguez thing where reader is considered odd and ppl spread runouts about them bc they don’t talk to no one and Benny has an awkward encounter with them but realizes they aren’t bad just shy so starts hanging around them more and then his friends find out and try telling him about the rumors but he defends them sorry it’s long 😭

But of course- sorry I didn’t get to this earlier, thanks for the request!

Benny Rodriguez x GN Reader - “Rumors”

Warnings: people spreading rumors, none beside that 

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Y/n L/n; quiet, distant, aloof. 

Benny Rodriguez; athletic, funny, outgoing.

The saying “opposites attract” has been heard by most, but not necessarily believed by all. 

In this case, the possibility of the slightest interactions between these two was limited. 

Benny has heard, seen of their “odd behavior.” Living in a small town and yet not talking to anyone lead to rumors, whispers spreading around as to what was actually going on inside their head. 

“I hear they once beat a kid so hard, his nose indented into his face”

“That’s not possible, man”

“Yknow one time I saw them talking to a tree… it was freaky, man”

“Y’think they’ve…?”

“I bet they…?”

“I once saw…”

They didn’t have to be original, that was the least of their problems. People believed it nonetheless.

Benny was one of them, admittedly. Today as he walks down the sidewalk, baseball mitt in hand and wearing his classic “babe Ruth” jersey, the boy makes his way towards the drug store under the promise of getting his friends some sodas.

The a/c welcomes him into the building, it had to be at least 80 something degrees. He takes the blue baseball cap off from his head, flapping it around in front of his face as he walks through the aisles, glass doors to the fridges at the very back of the store. 

He looks down, rummaging through his pockets for the change he’d left in there. 

“70,71…” he counts, shuffling through dimes and nickels as he turns the corner into the next aisle- the shadow of another figure catching his eyes.

“Aw man..” 

Y/n stands in front of a freezer door, grabbing a box of popsicles from inside the cold shelves. They could feel someone staring at them, already having heard the sounds of change getting thrown around. Awkwardly, they turn their head to see who it’d been.

Benny, tensed up himself, notices how their body freezes upon seeing him. Their arm was still in the freezer, his own bent in front of him with the money. They stare at eachother in a painful silence for a minute, the otherwise social boy unsure what to say. 

Should he even say anything at all? The chances they’d reply to him were slim, but he wasn’t sure how else to escape without seeming rude.

“Hey.” 

That was a start.

The blunt greeting seemed to shake Y/n from their “caught in headlights” moment, as their eyes slowly relax again and their hand retracts from the freezer. 

“Hi.” They reply, shutting the door and facing him- a much more welcoming response than Benny had anticipated. 

He wasn’t entirely sure what opted him to continue that conversation, perhaps the curiosity he’d felt towards them after all the mean rumors had spread to him. Maybe he felt accomplished to get them to face him, a bit selfish but it had to be considered progress. 

He looks over his shoulder to meet their eyes as he rummages through packs of cola, seeing their shy expression through the glass of the door.

“They’re always glaring at people too, sounds pretty mean to me…”

Benny narrows his eyes. This didn’t seem like a glare. 

“It’s pretty hot out there, some popsicles are smart.” He says, nodding at the box held in their hands. They glance down at the colorful box, nodding. 

“Yeah, I guess so.” 

The short responses would’ve convinced others of the rumors, off to complain about how dry and distant they were. But Benny watched them shuffle closer to him every time he said something else, shoulders slowly dropping and knuckles regaining their color. 

Anytime he threw another question their way, their voice became more clear and answers became longer.

“You staying inside today? It’s real nice outside.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Are you gonna go play baseball, with the others?”

He was surprised, unaware they paid enough attention to even know who “the others” were.

“Yeah, down at the sandlot.” 

“That’s cool,”

He nods, smiling.

“I bet it’s cause their voice is all ugly and raspy- maybe that’s why”

“Maybe they just don’t have one at all.”

The conversation stretches out until the two find themselves walking down the sidewalk, now open box of popsicles in Y/n’s hands as they each enjoy the cold refresher. Benny holds the pack of soda by the handle, doing most of the talking as Y/n adds on shortly.

“You play any sports?” 

“Not really, interesting to watch though”

“What about music- you’ve gotta like some band or something” 

“I mean…”

He doesn’t even realize he’d walked the wrong way until they speak up again, claiming they’d reached their street. 

He watches them walk up the steps to their door, and just as they go to open it they turn to him again. 

“I’ll see you later, Benny” they say shyly with a small wave, turning around and disappearing into the house. 

He stands there for a minute, staring at the door. 

A moment later, a triumphant smile breaks out onto his face. 

“Oh, man, I couldn’t have been more wrong…”

****

After Y/n and Benny split that faithful day in the heat, Benny wandered back to the Sandlot deep in thought. He had extra time, after going the opposite way from the store too caught up in conversation to have noticed a thing.

Y/n was sweet, a bit quiet, but they didn’t glare at him the way others had described.

Instead, they smiled at him. It was such a pretty smile, going to waste from lack of use. 

Their voice wasn’t “ugly” either, he found himself drawn to it after going so long without it. There was such a contrast, he noticed, their comfortable and simple company compared to the roudy, chaotic company given by his friends.

Maybe that was why he walked himself to their door the next day, he was intrigued.

When Y/n opened the door and saw him smiling  widely, looking surprised yet also a bit relieved, they couldn’t help but smile as well.

It made him come back, reeling him in like a fish on a hook. He walked himself to their door again the next day.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Fast forward a month or so, Benny and the boys trudging down to the old dugout with sweat dripping off their forehead. There was once again a pack of cola waiting for them there, curtesy of Benny, not a second to waste before Squints and Ham are tearing into it. 

The sweaty boys lounge around the hot, likely rotting old bench. Benny takes a swig of the sweet, icy cola and listens as conversation breaks out between the boys.

“Schools starting up in like 3 week…”

“Oh man, don’t even start with that…”

Benny tunes himself out of the conversation, leaning his head against a wooden post and closing his eyes as the heat consumes him.

“Oh yeah, let’s not forget Y/n!!”

“The old tree-witch?”

“Yeah yeah, be careful Bertram or they may put another spell on you-“

Benny’s eyes snap open, head whipping around at the laughing idiots.

The coke was just refreshing enough to recharge their shit-talk-drive, the target having switched from cranky-old Ms. Beverly to the teen which Benny had grown attatched to.

“What do you guys know, huh?” He glared, catching his friends attention. Yeah yeah looks at him confused. 

“What do you mean, Benny man?”

He rolls his eyes. “Have you guys even talked to them? Like, an actual conversation?” He sasses, a short awkward laugh coming from Ham.

“Woah, dude, we’re just joking around-“

  This further annoys the teen, clenching his fists out of annoyance at the immaturity of his friends.

“Man, don’t even.” 

With that the boy stands up, bottle in hand as he drops his mitt onto the ground. 

Kenny watches him stand up, shaking his head knowingly. 

“You’re just upset cause we’re talking shit about your little ‘lover, huh Benny?” He calls out, Benny’s muscles tensing. 

He looks over his shoulder, glaring at Kenny harshly. He wasn’t entirely sure how he could’ve known, though he wasn’t surprised that Kenny was the one out of them all to figure it out first.  Kenny hadn’t entirely meant for it to sound so douche-like, but it was too late as Benny yelled at him to shut his trap. The boy knew of the rumors as well, and wasn’t entirely sure how the kids who started them in the first place would react. He didn’t want Benny caught up in that, but hell the boy was stubborn.

The black-haired teen felt his friends all staring at him confused waiting for someone to elaborate. Neither did.

Behind Benny defensive and confused calls are thrown his way, him brushing them off and angrily taking another swig from the soda.

He grumbles to himself the whole way, angrily marching down streets until he’s on the familiar walkway up to Y/n’s porch, now empty bottle swinging from his hands. 

A few loud knocks on the door, before their face pops up to let him in. 

“Hey, I thought you were at baseball?” They ask curiously, stepping to the side. 

He shrugs, brushing off the confused look on their face as he lets himself into the house. 

“Eh, the guys were being idiots, I left a bit early.” He responds loosely, taking off the baseball cap and wiping spare sweat from his forehead. Y/n, albeit used to any rumors or whispers about them, didn’t need to know exactly what it was the other boys down at the sandlot had said. 

After weeks of not hearing a word of their existence thought perhaps it had died down, the kids from school finding better things to do through the summer break to distract from the various storylines they’d created about Y/n in their head.  

Though, maybe that was foolish. Kids were cruel, ignoring the truth any chance given.

Y/n takes a spot on the couch, watching Benny curiously as he approaches them. He brought his thoughts away from the topic, deciding to instead focus more on them. 

He settles into the cushion beside them, resting his elbows onto his knees and turning his head towards them.

“Hey.”

They look at him for a moment.

“Hi.”