#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.

[heartach3d]

sneaking in

a Benny Rodriguez request from @nixie-222!

It was a cool night, the moonlight slants in through your window. I curled up in my bed and started reading a book I started a while ago. I had just turned the page when I heard a soft tapping sound. at first it sounded like the wind or maybe a tree branch.

but the sound came once again. I froze dropping the book into my lap. and then I remembered only one person would be here knocking at my window at this time of night.

sliding out of bed I tiptoed over to my window careful not to wake anyone else up in the house. I pulled the curtains aside just enough to look out into the yard.

and of course there he was standing under the glow of the streetlight he had a hoodie with his hands shoved into the pockets. his baseball cap obviously still sat on his head. when he saw me looking at him he grinned his signature grin.

I unlocked the window and gently lifted it with a smile. “what are you doing here Benny it's late!" before I know it he walked up to my window (thank goodness it's on the first floor) and leaned against the window sill.

“I don’t know I guess I just missed you.” he said sincerely. "do you mind a little late night company?” I snorted as he said that."of course I don't mind i was just wondering since its so late and you usually play baseball tomorrow."

"I do I just wanted to come and see you!" he says with a smile. "well come on in then!" I say moving out of his way for him to get through the window.

You rolled your eyes when he made his way over to my bed plopping down on the edge and kicking his shoes off. he looked as I closed the window and asked “you miss me?”

“yeah yeah I guess" I say making sure the window was locked before plopping down next you him.

"I just didn’t expect you tonight.”

“I just couldn’t stay away” he said leaning over to softly bump his shoulder against yours teasingly. "I was thinking of you so... here I am.” I smiled at the way it made my heart flutter a little. "well I'm glad I get to see you."

he chuckles as his gaze softens. "I'm glad I get to see you as well." we sat there for a moment enjoying the comfortable quiet of being together. the only sound in the room was the distant hum of the crickets outside. he leaned back stretching his legs out across the bed.

“So,” "you got anything planned for tomorrow?"

"maybe I don't know yet. I was supposed to go out with some friends but I don't know anymore." I say messing with my books on the bookshelf after putting the one I was reading back in it's place.

"and your lucky I’m not already asleep. I was about to settle down for some night reading.”

he grinned at that and said "what? I’m definitely more exciting to talk to than a book.”

“Debatable,” I said teasingly.

he suddenly reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear his touch lingering for just a moment. his touch was comforting and his expression was softened as he gazed at me his voice was more quiet now.

“You make everything better. even things as simple as this like sitting here with you and just talking." I felt my heart skip a beat. I was about to respond when he leaned in brushing his lips against my forehead he pulled you closer by his arms as your head rested against his shoulder.

we just sat there in silence for a while. we didn't need anything at the time. just in each others presence was fine. "will you still be here in the morning?" you mumbled already half asleep and drowsy.

“Of course" benny whispered kissing the top of my head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And for the rest of the night, that was all I needed to know.

bello! I didn't have much details to work with this so I hope this is fine! give feedback if you'd like!

[robin-munson]

tried posting this on tt but got muted

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

[lovingmymans]

The Violinist and the Baseball Player (Benny Rodriguez x Fem!reader)

Pairings : Benny Rodriguez and female reader

Word Count : 1.3k

Warnings : none, just fluff, slight teasing

Summary : Benny is right, like most times. You’ve been practicing for days with little to no breaks and you can see now how it's affecting you in a bad way. It’ll be nice to go outside again and playing ball sounded great. Plus, you miss the boys.

A/N : For the anon who requested it, thank you for requesting (• ε •) Couldn't think of a better title but I like it. Excuse the mistakes if there's some and to whoever is reading this, thanks for reading and like, comment or reblog :)

You groan in frustration for the third time in the past hour, having messed up once again, and lower your bow and violin. You've been practicing your piece for the upcoming performance for weeks now, making sure you have every note right and you did.

However, as the day of the performance gets closer, your nerves grow stronger. And now that it’s in three days, you’re consumed by nerves to the point your hands shake whenever you pick up your violin. Not to mention how you keep messing up.

If you keep it up, you might as well not go at all. But that wasn’t an option.

“That sounded good.” Benny says from his spot on the couch.

“Don’t patronize me, Benny.” You grumble.

“I’m not.” Benny assures you and smiles when you look at him. ”You're doing great. You’ve done this a million times before, this isn’t any different.”

“It actually is.“ You say in a matter of fact tone which makes Benny chuckle. “Before I wasn’t a nervous wreck which made it easy to play. Now I am and I suck.”

“You don’t suck.” Benny stands and stops in front of you, laying both hands on your shoulder and giving you a reassuring squeeze. “You’re the best violin player I know.”

“I’m the only violin player you know and it’s called a violinist by the way.” You say seriously.

Benny chuckles. “You’re still the best violinist I know. And I know you’re gonna knock them dead at the performance.”

“Not if I knock myself dead first with how bad I’m doing.” You frown before shaking the thoughts out of your head and motion for Benny to sit back down. “Alright, enough talking. We’re wasting time.”

Benny doesn’t listen and keeps standing in the same place. You give him a look but it does nothing. Then you realize the expression on his face, the slight raised brows, the glint in his eyes and the smile on his lips.

“Benny-“

“Let’s go to the Sandlot.”

You look at him in disbelief. “I have to practice for a performance that’s in three days- that I’m flunking if you didn’t hear- and you want to go to the Sandlot?”

“Yes.” He simply says which makes your disbelief grow. Seeing that you’re not giving in, Benny’s expression softens and he lowers his head so he can be at eye level with you. “Hey, you’re stressed and one second away from breaking down.”

“You got that right.”

A soft smile forms on his lips at your words. ” I might not be a doctor but I do know playing some ball will make you feel better. You don’t have to think about anything, you just have fun. So what do you say?”

Benny is right, like most times. You’ve been practicing for days with little to no breaks and you can see now how it's affecting you in a bad way. It’ll be nice to go outside again and playing ball sounded great. Plus, you miss the boys.

A smile that matches Benny’s forms on your lips and before you can say anything, Benny quickly kisses your cheek.

“Great. I’ll get the boys while you change and meet us at the Sandlot in ten.” With that, Benny leaves your house.

You watch him leave with the smile still on your lips and giggle softly at how excited he was. You start to think that perhaps Benny just wanted to go to the Sandlot but you know he meant what he said.

You put your violin and bow in their case and store it in your room before quickly changing into a pair of shorts and t-shirt with your worned out shoes and grab your glove.

“Mom, I’m going to the Sandlot.” You shout as you run towards the door.

She pokes her head out from the kitchen and looks at you confused. “What about your violin practice?”

“I’m done for the day.” You quickly say and open the door but before you step foot outside, Mom says your name sternly and it has you stopping in your tracks.

She comes out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron as she approaches you with a serious look. “The performance is three days away and by the sound of it, you need all the practice you can get. You can’t get distracted now.”

“Mom, please.“ You sigh and turn to face Mom with a pleading look. “Just for today let me have some fun instead of practicing. Benny even said it would be good for me to play some ball.”

At the sound of Benny’s name, Mom hesitates to berate you again. She has a soft spot for Benny; in her eyes, he’s the perfect gentleman. You can see her rethinking her words and as she does, you pout and give her your best puppy eyes.

She sighs and nods. “Alright just for today and then tomorrow you’ll go back to practicing.”

“Thank you, Mom. You’re the best.” You grin and kiss Mom on the cheek.

“Yes, I know.” Mom brushes you off but the smile on her lips betrays her and it makes you laugh. You wave her goodbye before sprinting out the house and towards the Sandlot.

When you get to the Sandlot, most of the boys are already there sitting at the dugout. The only ones missing are Benny, Smalls, and Ham. You approach the boys with a smile one your lips and when they see you, they all light up.

“You finally showed up.” Kenny teases with a grin when he sees you approaching. “We were starting to think you replaced us with that violin.”

You laugh. “I could never- well, all that violin does is drive me crazy which isn’t too off from you guys.”

Kenny laughs while the rest shake their heads at your not-so-funny joke but they still chuckle. You take a seat between Squints and Kenny which they gladly let you.

“I thought you couldn’t come because of your violin practice?” Squints asks.

“Yeah but Benny convinced me to come since I was one second away from going crazy. Plus I missed you guys so much.” You answer honestly and wrap an arm around Squints and Kenny while smiling at the rest.

The boys all groan unamused and disgusted by your cheesiness. It makes you laugh. They can act as disgusted as they want but you know deep down they love your cheesiness, just like they love you.

Benny, Smalls and Ham finally arrive and you and the rest of the boys meet them halfway. You greet Ham and Smalls, smiling when Smalls and Ham are happy that you finally came to the Sandlot.

You glance over to Benny and find him already looking at you with that bright smile. You instantly match it, finding it hard not to.

“You ready to play some ball?” Benny asks with a teasing tone.

“Or did you forget already after missing so many games.” Bertram teases and the boys instigate it.

You scoff playfully and smirk. “You wish, stick boy. You’re just jealous that I’m still better than you even when I miss a couple of days.”

“In your dreams, crazy girl.”

“You’re right. Even in my dreams, I’m better than you.” You laugh and Bertram joins in a second later.

The teasing dies out as Benny hands you his bat and everyone gets into positions. Kenny throws his heater and you hit just right, sending the ball across the field. A grin forms on your lips and you run the bases, proving to the boys you still got it even when you miss days. And the grin grows when Benny cheers for you.

You spent the rest of the day having fun with the boys, forgetting about violin practice, the performance and everything else.

Just like Benny said.

[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.

01 ← → 03

[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!

[ennsposts]

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

[radbirdtheorist]

need i say more

[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. 

[kazeremos]

That shoulder squeeze to reassure him.

The encouragement and the worry to go after him.

How close he is behind him and now natural it feels.

[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.

[lmh8903]

Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt. 11 LAST PART

Years had passed since that unforgettable summer evening at the Sandlot. The small, dusty field had seen countless games, friendships, and even a proposal. Now, it stood as a cherished landmark in our lives, where we returned whenever we needed to reconnect with our roots.

Benny and I were married the following spring in a small, intimate ceremony surrounded by our closest friends and family. It was a beautiful day filled with laughter, love, and the promise of a shared future. Benny's career in baseball continued to flourish, and I pursued my passions, finding fulfillment in writing and teaching, with the occasional baseball playing.

As the years went by, the Sandlot became more than just a memory. It became where we brought our children, teaching them the same values of friendship, teamwork, and love that we had learned on that sacred ground. Our son, Y/S/N, had inherited Benny's love for the game, and our daughter, Y/D/N, shared my passion for storytelling. Together, they brought new life to the Sandlot, their laughter and excitement echoing the sounds of our youth.

Ten Years Later

The Sandlot reunion had become an annual tradition. Every summer, we gathered to relive the glory days, play a game, and share stories of our lives. The boys, now men with their own families and careers, always made it a point to return. The bonds we had formed all those years ago remained unbroken, a testament to the power of true friendship.

As the sun set on another reunion, we sat around a bonfire, the flickering flames casting a warm glow on our faces. The children played nearby, their voices a joyful chorus that filled the night air. Benny sat beside me, his arm wrapped around my shoulders, our hearts full as we watched the next generation create their memories.

 Their laughter echoed across the field, blending with the distant memories of our voices.

"Look at them," Benny said, his arm around my shoulders. "They're just like us."

"Yeah," I replied, my heart swelling with love and nostalgia. "And they'll make their memories here, just like we did."

"Remember the time Ham brought out the chaw?" Squints said, chuckling as he poked at the fire with a stick. "That was one of the worst ideas ever."

Ham laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah, we all learned a lesson that day. But it sure made for a good story."

"Speaking of stories," Yeah-Yeah chimed in, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "remember when Benny proposed? That was one of the best moments ever."

I smiled, my hand resting on Benny's knee. "It was perfect," I said, my voice filled with gratitude. "And it all started right here."

Timmy, who had become a successful coach, nodded in agreement. "The Sandlot gave us so much more than just a place to play. It gave us a family."

The conversation flowed easily, each of us sharing memories and updates on our lives. As the night wore on, the children began to drift off to sleep, their energy finally spent. Benny and I tucked the kids into their sleeping bags, their faces peaceful in the glow of the dying fire.

With the kids settled, Benny took my hand, leading me a short distance away from the group. The stars above were a brilliant tapestry, reminding us of the countless nights we had spent dreaming beneath them.

"Do you remember our first late night here?" Benny asked, his voice soft and filled with nostalgia.

"How could I forget?" I replied, squeezing his hand. "It was the night everything changed."

Benny smiled, his eyes reflecting the love and memories we shared. "I never imagined that moment would lead us to this—our family, our friends, and a lifetime of adventures."

"Neither did I," I admitted, leaning into him. "But I wouldn't change a thing."

As we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a profound sense of contentment. The Sandlot had given us so much—a place to belong, friends who became family, and a love that had grown stronger with each passing year.

Benny kissed my forehead, his lips warm against my skin. 

With the stars above and the Sandlot beneath our feet, we knew that no matter where life took us, this place would always be our home. As we walked back to join our friends by the fire, the laughter and love that surrounded us was a reminder that the best stories are the ones we create together.

The Sandlot was more than just a field; it was the heart of our story, the foundation of our dreams, and the beginning of a new legacy. As the stars began to twinkle in the sky above, I knew that no matter where life took us, we would always have this place, and we would always have each other. And as long as we had each other, the adventure would never truly end. 

A/N: wellllllll....thats it guys! i hope you enjoyed this story bc i know i enjoyed writing it. thank you so much for reading it!!

[robin-munson]

even he was weirded tf out

[unknownmarley]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴛᴇxᴀ ɞ˚‧｡⋆

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

⋆𐙚01

 

THE warm summer sun gently filtered through Cherry's delicate pink sheer curtains, casting a soft rosy hue over her room. As she stirred awake, a soft groan escaped her lips, her limbs tangled in the quilt adorned with a delightful cherry pattern that sprawled across her bed.

Slowly sitting up, Cherry blinked away the remnants of sleep, her eyes adjusting to the newfound brightness that flooded her room. With a small yawn, she stretched languidly, feeling the warmth of the morning sun kissing her skin. Letting her legs dangle off the edge of the bed, she savored the sensation of the gentle breeze caressing her bare skin.

Taking in the familiar sights of her room, Cherry's gaze lingered on her white vanity adorned with an array of makeup, perfume bottles, skincare products, and various knick-knacks. The pink walls were adorned with posters, which most were featuring Elvis Presley, whom she adored with a passion that bordered on obsession. Perhaps it was the allure of his soulful voice that sang those love songs or his captivating smile that drew her in.

Clutching the edge of her bed, Cherry lifted herself up, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpeting as she made her way towards the door. Pausing for a moment to admire the Elvis poster adorning her door, she wrapped her hand around the cool metal handle and gently pushed it open, stepping out into the hallway.

Descending the staircase, Cherry's hand trailed along the smooth wooden railing, the sound of her footsteps muffled by the soft carpeting. As she reached the bottom step, her eyes swept over the pristine interior of her home. Despite its breath taking appearance and luxurious furnishings, there was a distinct lack of warmth, as if the house were merely a stage set rather than a lived-in home.

Shaking off the melancholy thoughts, Cherry made her way to the kitchen, the silence of the house broken only by the sweet melody of birdsong drifting in through the open windows. A smile graced her lips as she listened to the symphony of nature, one of her favorite sounds in the world. But even the birdsong couldn't compete with the infectious laughter of Benny Rodriguez, the charming tan-skinned boy who had captured her heart since she first laid eyes on him after moving to California's San Fernando Valley the previous year.

With thoughts of Benny dancing in her mind, Cherry began her morning routine. Cherry hurriedly prepared a simple breakfast, hastily throwing slices of bread onto a plate and nearly burning her fingertips in the process. With a small exclamation of "ouchies," she quickly soothed her singed fingers by lightly licking them.

The shrill ring of the phone interrupted her morning routine, prompting Cherry to dart over to the wall-mounted phone. Balancing the receiver between her shoulder and ear, she deftly spread jam onto her toast as she answered in her unmistakable Texan accent, "Hello, you've reached the Benson family."

"Hii, my sweet girl Cherry, glad to talk to you too," chimed a familiar voice, followed by a chorus of giggles from the other end of the line.

Recognizing the voice of her best friend, Hallie, Cherry's demeanor instantly brightened. "Oh, Hallie, what a pleasure to hear from a lady like you," she replied, her smile widening as she spoke.

"Okay, so I was thinking we go to the sandlot for just a few minutes, so you can get a little peek at your dreamer boy, Benny!" she teased, adding playful emphasis to Benny's name.

"Hallie, what no!" Cherry protested, feeling her cheeks flush crimson at the mere mention of Benny's name. Though she had never spoken to him, her admiration for the tan-skinned boy from afar was undeniable. Unfortunately for Cherry, Hallie, her dear best friend and the next-door neighbor of the Benjamin Franklin Rodriguez, was determined to play matchmaker for the two teenagers.

"Come on, it's gonna to happen sooner or later. You and little Benny boy will soon be puppies in love," Hallie teased the poor girl who face was as red as a tomato.

"I don't even know why I told you about my crush on him." Cherry muttered, taking a bite of her now jam-coated toast and covering her mouth to stifle the sounds of her chewing.

"You told me because I'm amazing, and also ew, you're chewing so loud, you bum," Hallie scolded lightly.

Rolling her eyes, Cherry retorted, "Oh, whatever, acting all perfect like you've never pigged out on s'mores before."

"That was one time!" Hallie protested, her voice rising slightly, causing Cherry to wince at the sudden burst of noise in her ear. "But get ready, I'll be over in like twenty!"

With a soft sigh, Cherry pulled the phone away from her ear as Hallie hung up. Placing the phone back on its cradle, making her way back to her room upstairs.

AS the summer air hung heavy and humid around Cherry, Cherry stood outside her house waiting for Hallie, adjusting the folds of her crisp white tennis dress. Though the dress was more about style than function for her, she couldn't help but wear it with satisfaction, a smile playing on herlips.

Hallie's exuberant voice broke through the quiet, and she rushed out to Cherry, embracing her in a tight hug. "Oh my gosh, we're matching!" Hallie exclaimed, her hands resting on Cherry's shoulders as she admired the coordination of their outfits.

Cherry chuckled, returning the hug. "Great minds think alike!" she quipped, a wide grin spreading across her face as she glanced at her best friend. Before she could say more, Hallie tugged her along the sidewalk.

"We've got to hurry, can't have you missing your boyfriend's swing!" Hallie teased, gripping Cherry's hand as they walked. The rhythmic click of their heels echoed against the pavement.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Cherry protested, her cheeks flushing crimson as she glanced down, feeling silly for having a crush on a guy she spoke not even one word to. "I've barely even spoken to him," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"And?" Hallie retorted, rolling her eyes playfully. She let go of Cherry's hand, turning to face her embarrassed friend. "Well, that's changing today my sweet country pumpkin!" she declared with a grin, seizing Cherry's hand once more and pulling her through the narrow path that leaded to the sandlot which was now in sight showing the boys endless game of baseball it seemed.

The two girls stood at a safe distance from the game, quietly observing to avoid getting caught in the flurry of baseballs. Cherry's gaze landed on a small blonde boy she hadn't noticed before. Hallie explained that he had recently moved in a few houses down, but he seemed more interested in playing than in joining their little crush-induced escapade.

Hallie nudged Cherry, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Look over there, your little boy toy is up to bat!" she whispered, eliciting a heated blush from Cherry, who swatted her friend away with a muttered "shut up." As she absentmindedly fixed her chunky headband and refreshen her curled hair with a small fluff, if Benny did see her she wanted to look okay at-least.

Nevertheless, Cherry couldn't help but watch as Benny swung the bat with precision, the satisfying "thwack" of wood meeting ball echoing in her mind as the ball soared through the air.

Then came the moment that shattered the jovial atmosphere. The ball struck the new boy, sending him tumbling to the ground. Laughter erupted from the other boys, a chorus of mockery that cut through Cherry's empathy like a knife. While the situation might have been amusing in its absurdity, being laughed at by a group of seven must have been a crushing blow to the boy's ego.

Benny's reaction didn't include laughter; Cherry was quick to notice that. She couldn't help but pick up on every detail about the brown-haired boy, a habit she found embarrassing. As she observed him, she noticed the empathy etched on his face, mirroring her own feelings of discomfort for the blonde-headed boy.

"Okay, I'll get it!" the blonde kid yelled, his voice tinged with embarrassment as he slowly made his way towards the ball near the mangled scraped metal dirty fence. Cherry chewed nervously on her lip, feeling a pang of sympathy for the boy. His overly long hat bill only added to the embarrassment of the situation, amplifying the social suicide he seemed to be inadvertently committing with each step he took towards the ball.

As the blonde boy finally retrieved the ball, he hurried back, his steps rushed as he tripped over his own feet halfway there. Awkwardly returning to his original spot, he stood there with the ball in his hand.

"We're waiting!" a nasally voice screamed from one of the boys, his oversized glasses making him look like he raided his grandma's closet. Another voice chimed in impatiently, "Come on, throw it!"

The chorus of impatient demands intensified, directed at the boy who now looked like he'd had the worst week of his life. Cherrys heart crumbled for the poor boy, she could have sworn that she felt tears welling up just imagining herself in his shoes.

She watched with a sinking feeling as the blonde kid attempted to throw the ball, failing miserably as it barely traveled five feet before rolling pathetically. The boys' laughter crescendoed, their mocking comments piercing the air as the boy stood there, on the brink of tears, his face red with embarrassment and the threat of spilled tears.

Cherry watched in disbelief, her brows furrowing and her mouth hanging open in shock. Hallie seemed to share her sentiment, the two girls standing there as the kids continued to roll around laughing.

"Y'all are horrible!" Cherry screamed at the boys, but they paid her no mind, only laughing harder. Her eyes landed on Benny, who stared at her, disappointment evident not in her, but in his friends.

"That wasn't funny!" Hallie yelled at the guys as she grabbed Cherry's hand, pulling her away. Cherry's gaze lingered on Benny for a moment longer, feeling her face heat up with embarrassment before she looked away, letting Hallie lead her through the small path.

Cast ← → 02

[yourslvtywhor3]

Benny from the sandlot? 🤭 YeS

NOT PROOF READ OR EDITED

Ofc he gonna teach you how to play baseball 🙄

Guys this 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 through the window 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 go play for awhile

Philip (idk what the bully’s name is, like the kid on the bike 💀😭) 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 ☺️

[persy-the-nugget]

Mike vitar is the most handsome man that has ever lived and you can’t tell me otherwise wise! Benny the jet Rodriguez?! Luis Mendoza?! Yeah yeah don’t even play wit me rn