#robin arellano x oc

[svnnowah]

BIG SKETCHBOOK DUMP

(ft. tdi, regretevator, ocs, furries, my boyfriend, and the black phone)

(idk how to draw furries guys ignore that they look bad) (also i’m losing the tdi hyperfix… </333) (also ft a bunch of cshr lyrics)

[theblackphonelovvyhopper]

Robin Arellano x Lovvy Hopper 🫶🏻

(Rovvy)

[deadghosy]

BLACK PHONE OC:

Name: Jake Arellano😼

Age: 13

Description: He’s robin’s cousin and is an Afro Latino. He moved in with Robin since his family died in a car accident from coming home from a work party. His hair is curly and wild, he sometimes put it into a ponytail of he doesn’t want to make his hair look good. But if he wants to impress someone, it’s someone he really wants to be friends with. So he would make his hair look pretty and nice. His height is 5’4, he is brown skinned like chocolate. And his hair is darkish brown. He likes to wear sweaters and baggy jeans. Not too baggy but a comfortable baggy. He likes to wear sneakers like converses. He also likes bracelets.

Personality: Jake’s personality is caring and sometimes stoic. Jake at first because of the accident was quiet and stoic since he felt alone and how he felt as if god was giving him karma Since he loves affection. His love language is touch and affirmations He loves to be told that he’s worth everything and is everything to someone Makes him feel loved and make him feel like someone actually appreciates him. He makes them as well. So if you ask him to you one. This man would make it in 5 minutes since he loves you so much.

Face claim:

@queze62 @plzdonottalktome

[blinktwiceforhelp]

Chapters: 45/45 Fandom: The Black Phone (2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage Relationships: Robin Arellano/Finney Blake, Vance Hopper/Bruce Yamada, Billy Showalter | Paperboy/Griffin Stagg, Donna (The Black Phone)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Finney Blake, Robin Arellano, Bruce Yamada, Vance Hopper, Billy Showalter | Paperboy, Griffin Stagg, Gwen Blake, Donna (The Black Phone) Summary:

a the black phone chatfic thats a tad chaotic with really random chapter titles that have nothing to do with anything. what can i say

(and only rated mature because of themes and all that jazz)

heyo yaaaall as you can see i have written a fanfic. its a the black phone high school AU here's the link, summary and some other things to know beforehand :) comments and kudos are always a massive confidence booster and are greatly appreciated :D

[sxtvrns]

the thought of you saved me

🎶 now playing: every breath you take - the police

P: Finney Blake x Fem!Reader

S: You lost a friend to The Grabber. He lost one too. When you lose the last crush friend you have, you'll do anything to get him back, and he'll do anything to get back to you.

W: major tbp spoilers, angst, cursing, mentions of kidnapping, violence, abuse, death, fluff at the end

N: I have no idea if I can get what I have in mind on here exactly the way I want it to, and also it's been like 2 months since I last watched the movie so I apologize in advance for any inaccuracy. Marie is an OC mentioned in this fic.

please interact if you enjoy!

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Marie Laura Nattings. Robin Arellano. Victims of the nightmare that's been terrorizing your town for years.

Marie was your closest friend, and you befriended Robin when Finney came into your life for the first time. Ironically enough, Marie had a crush on the school's toughest fighter, saying he'd "defend her if she ever gets bullied" or "fight for her". And now they're both missing. They've been missing.

It was only you and Finney left. Ever since you both lost someone mutually, you began to bond. You both lost your best friends to the same guy, with the same reasons to grieve. As much as you hoped they were alive, both of you were certain they'd already moved on.

Marie went missing shortly after school started. Robin went missing a mere month and few weeks after. The Grabber's habits didn't make sense; why would he leave such a large gap between killings for the other boys and mere months between Marie and Robin?

It was never even confirmed that this was The Grabber's doing but it was obvious enough to deduce the fact that it was him. Marie would've been back by now and you know it. Robin wouldn't have gone down without a fight.

You've only known Finney for a month and a few weeks, but you spent the most time with him. Sometimes he came over to your place to work on homework together. You always sat next to each other in classes together and it was always just the two of you having lunch together.

Though as time went on, those best friend feelings grew into something more. It was odd.

The simplest things he did that you wouldn't usually freak out over, like his hand gliding over yours accidentally when going to grab your pencil sharpener made your face flushed. His baseball games and/or practices he invited you to watch, his drive and determination letting out the best in him, when he let you call him 'Finn'.

They were all just simple acts of kindness and being there for each other, but you couldn't help but view them as something more.

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"Finn?" His eyes are focused on his math work as he lets out a hum in response. "Do you still like Donna?" He stops writing, thinking of a response. "Why are you asking?" He looks up at you from his paper. "You just... it seems like you don't like her anymore. You don't stare at her when she enters the classroom, you don't tense up when she talks to you, and–"

"I guess I don't like her. Well, I don't have a crush on her anymore, at least." As much as you feel bad for her, you also feel a bit relieved. "Really?" You ask, almost too excited. "You're the one that asked. How about you? Do you like anyone?"

Shit.

You suddenly grow bashful. You didn't mean to turn the tables on you. "Oh, um... well, I can't tell you." You say, hoping he couldn't see right through you. "It's only fair enough for me to know who you like. Just say it."

"Well, um..." You start, not planning to finish.

"Finney?" Your older sister barges into your room, both you and Finney looking up at her. "Time to go. You finish all your work yet? Did Y/N help you?" Finney begins packing his bag while you let out a discreet sigh of relief. "She did, yeah. I'll finish the rest at home." You get up along with him, going down the stairs to greet him goodbye.

That was a week ago. Ever since then, he hasn't come to school.

You tried to look on the positive side of things. Maybe he just had some really bad cold that had him bedridden. Maybe he got hurt and had to stay home for a while. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized that this was very out of character for Finney.

He preferred school more than home. If anything, he'd rather be bullied than be abused or witness abuse. He wouldn't stay home that long for anything. And then the worst possible scenario came to mind. He was taken by The Grabber.

You didn't want to admit it, but you were started to think that he was taken. There was no other possible situation. You might be overreacting and just assuming the worst, but this mostly made sense. The Grabber's victims are mostly around Finney's age and they were all boys. But then again, why did he take a girl? Why did he take your best friend?

The phone rings. Your sister goes down and picks it up. "Y/N! It's for you!" She yells, making you rush down the stairs and take it from her. "Hello? Hi, yes, this is Y/N." You speak, clasping onto the receiver with both hands. "Y/N, I’ve heard that you’re quite close with Finney Blake?" The voice on the other end says. "Yes, why?"

He sighs. "We have reasons to believe that he was taken by The Grabber. Now, don't panic; we just have to ask you a few questions and..."

The voice on the other end drowns out as you start to panic. No. God, no, not again. You've lost two people already, you aren't about to lose the last person who's been with you through all this. You need to get him back.

But how? How are you going to do anything? You're just a 13 year old girl. "...if you have any leads, or any questions, call us." You stop spacing out and the voice comes back again. "Okay. Thank you." You say, trying to hide the breaks in your voice. You hang up the phone, turning to your sister. "What happened?" She asks, expressing genuine concern.

"He was taken." You mutter softly, but loud enough for her to hear you. "Oh, Y/N..." She opens her arms and you accept her hug, sobbing into her shoulder. Her hands rub up and down your back as you cry out, drag about him and your feelings through choked out sobs. She listened. Your sister didn't say a word, but you knew she was listening to you.

Her sympathy was silent.

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The phone rings.

It's been days in this dingy basement and Finney's been getting calls from dead people. From victims.

First it was Bruce, then Paperboy. Griffin and Vance followed. They all gave him advice that led to dead ends. What was the point of the code on the wall, the cable? It was all for nothing.

He was gonna die here.

He'd never get to see his sister again. He never had a proper chance to say goodbye. Goodbye to her, and goodbye to you. The thought of you crying, the thought of you in despair of losing all her friends to the same monster that keeps everyone awake at night; it only wants to make him get out sooner.

He wants to stay alive, but nothing has worked.

Finney picks up the phone, answering with a frustrated, quiet, "What?"

"Hey, Finn. What's happening?" Finney stands there, a mix of joy and sadness washing over him as he's frozen in spot. "Hey buddy, don't cry." Robin says. "I'm not." Finney wipes his face of the tears that are about to fall down his cheek. "Yes, you are. We can see you."

"We? Who's we?" Finney asks, confused. "Me and Marie. We're with you. We've been with you this whole time." Finney couldn't see it, but the ghosts of Robin and Marie are holding hands as they both stare at him. "A man never leaves a friend behind. My dad didn't leave his buddies behind when he went to 'Nan. That's why he didn't come home. And we aren't coming home either. And we aren't going to leave you behind." Robin continues.

"We'll be together again soon." Finney says. "Fuck that. You ain't gonna go like we did." Robin's grip on Marie's hand grows tighter. "I've tried everything. Nothing's worked." Finney's voice breaks as he speaks into the receiver.

"Yet."

"Robin–"

"Do you remember what I told you?" Robin asks. "That I needed to see Texas Chainsaw Massacre?" Finney half-jokes, being it the last thing he does remember. "Before that." Robin specifies. "That someday I need to stand up for myself?"

Marie watches as Finney talks into the receiver and Robin speak back to him. She saw Finney's conflict, a mix of wanting to escape and purely giving up. She wanted to say something, but the two boys kept talking and there seemed to be no way to interrupt.

"I miss you, Robin, Marie."

"Get out for us. Use what we gave you."

"I will."

"Finney?" Marie says. "Yeah?" He replies, now fully convinced that Marie was really there. "The reason The Grabber took me was because… he wanted to see if girls were as desirable as boys. But he went back to his regular male demographic and targeted Robin after killing me.” The truth scared Finney, it angered him. He felt disgusted, enraged. “When you get out… tell her I said goodbye.”

“Her?”

“Y/N.”

Y/N. The name reminds him of how he's still alive, why he's still fighting even on the verge of giving up. You and Gwen. He's fighting for you and Gwen. "I will." Finney says. He says his last goodbyes to his best friend, immediately wanting to break down after hanging up the phone. But he has to get home.

And he'll do anything to see you again.

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The phone rings again. Your mother is yelling from the kitchen for someone to pick it up. You answer the phone, Gwen's voice on the other end. "Hello?" You say, sounds of hyperventilating on the other end. "Gwen? Are you okay?" You ask, concerned. "He's home. They found him." She says. You can hear her holding back tears as much as you are.

"Oh my god..." You break into tears of joy, hands trembling on the receiver. "Do you wanna see him?" She asks. "I'm grounded. I'll see him tomorrow anyways." You sniffle, wiping the tears off your face. You both say your goodbyes, trodding up the stairs. Your sister runs into you before you can get in your room. "What's wrong?" She asks. You look up to face her, glistened with tears. "Finney's alive."

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Finney walks through the halls, people making way for him as they mutter about. His bullies even move out of the way, with the knowledge that Finney killed The Grabber. If he could kill a nightmare, who knows what he could do to those who hurt him.

Finney walks into his math class, stopping at the door when he sees you in your typical spot, writing swiftly until you make eye contact with him.

You freeze for a second before getting up from your seat, nearly tripping as you pace across the room. You engulf Finney in a hug, holding back tears. "Oh, Finney..." He hugs you back, feeling safe in your arms. "Are you crying?" You sniffle, wiping your tears away before they could fall. "No."

He laughs, something coming to mind. "Um, Marie wanted me to tell you something." He says, pulling away from the hug reluctantly. As much as you are confused, you don't question it. "She wanted me to tell you goodbye." Your head rests on his shoulder again.

He follows you to your shared desk, sitting down beside you and observing your expression. "I killed him. But you know that already." Finney says, sounding slightly guilty despite the torture he went through. "Don't feel bad. He deserved it. You're the toughest kid in school now, Finn." You nudge his shoulder. "Y/N, I talked to them. I talked to all the kids; Bruce, Griffin, Vance, Robin–"

"Finney?" You say, interrupting his rambling. "I never gave up on you. I prayed with Gwen every single day that you would come home and now," you're able to grab his hand without getting flustered, "now you're here. That's all that matters right now." Finney chuckles. "You wanna know something cheesy?" He returns the gesture, holding your hand. "What?"

"I thought of you every day down there." In a split second, your face was burning hot. "I thought of how happy you made me and how much I'd hate to see you cry if I didn't make it out of there." You nearly freaked out on the spot. "What about your sister?" You ask. "I thought of her, too. I thought of both of you."

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"So then the phone rings for the last time, and this time Robin is talking to me and..."

Finney rambles about what he had to go through down in the basement, and how the disconnected cellphone began to ring with the voices of previous victims making him do things that contributed to The Grabber's death.

"He was with Marie, and then she told me to say goodbye for you, then The Grabber came down and I... I killed him. I snapped his neck with the phone cord and then I got out and Gwen was running to me and..." He looks like he's about to cry again. "You're a brave kid, Finn. Y'know, some people could've been stupid enough to have mercy on the guy and not kill him."

"What? No way, anyone could've killed him." You both stop at his door, Finney getting his keys from his bag. "Some people are stupid enough to forgive those who don't deserve it." You say. The door unlocks, Finney quietly opening it and dragging his bag inside. "Finn?" You say, his head perking up.

Come on, you idiot, just do it. Don't just stand there and waste his time.

You go up on your tip toes and leave a small kiss on his forehead before almost tripping down his doorsteps. "Bye! See you tomorrow!" You say, almost revealing the panic in your voice. "Yeah, bye..." He mutters, shutting the door.

His fingers touch the spot where you kissed him, feeling as if he was graced by an angel. A majestic angel who truly felt the same way about him the same he did for you.

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every breath you take, and every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take, i’ll be watching you. 🎧

[vance-e]

Hey! Can I request a Robin Arellano x little brother reader (platonic ofc) where Robin is teaching the reader how to fight? Also can this be an au where the grabber doesn’t kidnap Robin or Finney, só instead it’s just someone else? (If you’re confused abt what age the reader should be just make it around Gwen’s age like 10-11) And PLEASE don’t rush, take your time. If you don’t feel like writing this request then it’s fine! Thank you!

OMG i love this, im def gonna do this. I literally wrote the whole thing down and it didn't save!! so i'm doing it again!. and sorry guys i haven't been active in 2 months but i've been really busy with school, home and other stuff so i really hope you guys like this!

pairings: robin arellano x little brother (platonic)

characters: finney blake, robin arellano, (name) arellano, OC: lucas williams, brad pitcher, thomas clarke

warnings: robin teaching (name) how to fight, (name) getting bullied but absolutely destroying them, kidnappings, reader is 10 and robin is 13, finney is 13, fluff, angst?, little bit of swearing

not owned by me >>> happy-xy

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(name) loved his older brother very much, but what (name) was hiding from his brother was that he was getting bullied. He didn't want his brother getting expelled so he kept it to himself thinking it would go away.

But i didn't it just kept going and going that (name) was showing up at home all bloodied and bruised up. Robin asked him so many times but (name) didn't say anything. So robin had a plan, teach (name) how to fight his bullies off.

"take a fast step forward, step back and swing" robin said to hit little brother, showing him with an old telephone head. (name) tried it but almost hit himself in the eye with the cord. "watch out (name) don't want your eyes falling out" robin said laughing at his little brother.

kidnappings had been going around so that's another reason why robin is teaching (name) how to fight. last week vance hopper was kidnapped and a lot of people weren't doing anything so that's why robin wanted his little brother safe when he isn't around him.

Robin piled up clothes on the grass making it look like a punching bag. "i want you to punch this for a good 10 minutes while i got and get something and then i will teach you how to kick" robin said to his brother, asking finney to watch him for protection. " your a good brother" finney said to robin, while he was leaving. "thanks finn" robin smiled at finney, going inside to get drinks and snacks for all of them.

After robin taught (name) how to kick, he was already looking like a professional at fighting. "good job (name) robin said, high fiving his little brother while they go to sleep for school tomorrow.

The next day (name) heard his name being called out and found out it was his bullies. Lucas williams, brad pitcher and thomas clarke. They were the school's bullies but (name) felt like the only one that was getting bullied from them. "what do you want" (name) said turning around to face them "where's your lunch money, huh?" thomas said walking up to little arellano. " i don't have it today" (name) said stuttering because lucas, brad and thomas are really tall. "cmon boys" thomas said, running after (name)

(name) was running away until he was met with a wall. "we have you cornered now wimp" brad said, clicking his knuckles "oh fuck off!" (name) yelled at them. Thomas was about to punch (name) until he dodged it and punched thomas in the gut "ouchh" thomas said groaning at the impact. (name) started to kick their asses while a crowd was forming. Everybody was amazed that the school bullies were looking like scared puppies. "run away little pups" (name) said after getting off of lucas. They all scrambled to their feet pushing each other out of the way to get away.

(NAME) (NAME) (NAME) everybody was chanting.

now everybody knew not to fuck with the arellano brothers

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hope you had a great night/day/ afternoon and ill see you tomorrow xx hope you liked this fic anon and sorry it was really long!

Vance-e

[raqisreadinghole]

Baseball Babe: Ch.5

Pairings: Bruce Yamada x fem!oc, Robin Arellano x platonic!fem!oc, Finney Blake x platonic!fem!oc, Vance Hopper x platonic!fem!oc, Billy Showalter x platonic!fem!oc, Griffin Stagg x platonic!fem!oc

Warnings: cursing, baseball inaccuracies

Word count: 2310

Summary: While Bruce is used to the girls practically falling at his feet, he is challenged when one is not. At the ripe age of 13, Bruce Yamada, for the first time, is confused. Why isn’t she in love with him? Why wasn’t she kissing the ground he walked on? Bruce, for once, finds himself taking interest in someone. Someone, who also happens to play his favorite sport.  

a/n: Chapter 5!! I know this took a bit long to get out, but i’m happy with it. I’ve just had some other priorities more recently. :)

Ch.1 !! Ch.2 !! Ch.3 !! Ch.4 !!

far out: 70s slang to say someone was cool or fine.

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C’mon Jamie, don’t make a fool of yourself. Please.

Jamie was silently begging, demanding, herself to do well today. It was her very first game, and there was a fear looming over her. The fear that, if she didn’t play well enough, she’d be kicked off the team. Not to mention, that her first game was against The Optometrists, Bruce’s team. Just great.

Regardless of the fear filling her body, there was a contrasting excitement. She works so hard to be able to play, and the fact that it’s actually happening is insane to her. She wants to prove that she's better than the others on her team. Jamie also wanted to see the expression planted on Bruce’s face when he sees her, playing his sport, with a pitch better than his pitchers’. She wanted to see him slack-jawed in shock. 

Jamie sat in the visitor team’s dugout with the rest of her team, chatting with Finney. She had caught Bruce’s figure moments earlier, but it was likely he hadn’t seen her, since his back was facing her. She finished lacing up her cleats and moved to walk with Finney to warm up. 

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Bruce was sat in the home team’s dugout, tightening his cleats before walking out onto the field with a couple of his teammates. As the team began warm-up, Bruce accidentally began tuning into the conversation of his teammates’ next to him. 

“You like Liza, right?” one of the boys asked the other.

“I mean yeah, but it’s really obvious she’s into Bruce.” The second boy shook his head, like he’d gone through this scenario a hundred times before.

Well Bruce wasn’t into her. To be fair, he didn’t even know who she was.

“You’re right, don’t bother trying. But look, baseball babe, 10 o’clock.” the first boy said, smirking and nodding in a certain direction. Probably the new guy on the team. To be fair, his surprise was only there because he didn’t know some of his teammates were gay. No one was open about it at least.

“Damn, she’s far out.” the other boy complimented, or attempted to. 

Bruce turned his head to see who they were looking at, locking eyes with a girl’s. His eyes widen and jaw drops slightly as she smirks, quirking a brow. Jamie? There’s no way. THERE. IS. NO. FUCKING. WAY. But there Jamie stood, messing around with a bat, in the Front Rangers’ uniform. She was the ‘’boy’’ with the bun. God, he might melt. His knees felt weak, like they could falter beneath him at any moment. How is it possible that the girl he’s in love with, has become impossibly dreamier? She plays baseball! That’s so dope! Then Bruce remembered that the other boys took interest in her too.

Bruce watched as both boys stood before him, pausing in their warm-up routine to take in the girl. He watched their eyes scan over her figure, what he assumed to be the curve of her ass and her chest as their pupils moved is slow semi-circles. How could they be so disrespectful? Looking at a girl their age that way, they’re 13-years-old for god’s sake. What the hell was wrong with them? Why would anyone intend on getting with a person for their body? Bruce didn’t understand it. He simply couldn’t comprehend why people couldn’t just want to be with someone for them as a person. Bruce couldn’t feel impossibly more frustrated with the thoughts of these boys, especially since the thoughts were targeted towards Jamie. Towards her body. How disgusting.

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Jamie sat in her team’s dugout as she watched the game begin. Finney had already thrown two strikes, but the third fastball fell a bit short and allowed the boy to get a hit. Her eyes followed the boy to first base then moved back to Finney. In the stands, she could see girls like Liza, Donna, and Michelle. Next to them were Vance, Robin, Gwen, Griffin, and Billy. She could tell they wanted her and Finney to do really well, they just didn’t know jack shit about baseball. 

Jamie looked over to Bruce, standing on second base, awaiting the hit. Somehow he managed to strike up a conversation with her second-baseman though. That’s when she’d begun to zone out, only focusing back in to check the score.

After the first inning, and a timeout, the second inning began. As Jamie walked up to the pitcher’s mound, she caught herself fidgeting. Something she only did when she was nervous. She picked up on the the squeezing of her own fists and the yanking and massaging of her fingers. Jamie could only hope no one would notice her hidden nervousness as she messed around with the ball, passing it from hand to hand. 

Jamie watched as the the catcher and the batter got into their positions, making sure they were comfortable. She made sure to feel and put emphasis on the slow deep breaths she was taking, she did not need her anxiety to get bad enough for an attack today. At least not right now. 

She took one last deep breath before going through her routine by muscle memory. Breathe in, breathe out, lift leg, and swing. She released the ball, curving it just enough for the pitcher to miss. Jamie could hear the cheers and words of encouragement from her friends, teammates and, Bruce?

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Bruce watched Jamie from the home team’s dugout. He picked up on her nervous fidgeting, something he’d noticed when they first started hanging out. Bruce could tell she was nervous, from the way she balled her hands into fists, to cracking each and every one of her knuckles and tossing the ball back and forth between her hands. He watched as she pitched her first strike of the game, and damn she had a good arm. 

Bruce yelled out in cheers for Jamie, he didn’t care. He watched as Jamie struck out his teammate, then the two other boys that were talking about her earlier. It was safe to say they were a grumbling mess when The Optometrists switched to outfield. 

As the game continued on, both teams falling in and out of the lead, the ninth inning was coming to a close. As the clock ran, and Jamie struck out more boys than he could count, Bruce realized that the Front Rangers and the Optometrists were both one out away from winning. Though Bruce would never admit it aloud, Jamie’s pitch was making him nervous, and he was never nervous. He had watched her strike out all of his teammates at some point or another, like fruit on a chopping board. 

Bruce was last to bat. With the scored tied, he knew that he could either make his team win or lose. Everyone knew, Bruce was not one to lose. Not even to Jamie. 

As he stepped up to the plate and placed his bat over his shoulder, he made eye-contact with Jamie. He watched as she huffed, blowing a bit of her bangs out of her face, before winding up and throwing a four-seam. He swung, and missed. Damn. Bruce shook out his arms before getting back into position. He watched as Jamie had gone through her routine again, something he was now accustomed to, only for him to miss the ball once more as he swung. Now he was frustrated, ‘cause what the hell.

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Jamie had him, and she knew it. Jamie knew someone was one day going to break the boy, and she was the one to do it. In fact, she knew it the second she had thrown her second pitch, a curveball, and he’d missed. So as she eyed Bruce closely, she planned to execute her pitch just like the others to come out victorious. She planned to break his winning streak. 

Jamie watched as Bruce gently kicked his foot into the dirt, then set both feet into the right positions. As his bat came to rest on his shoulder, his eyes moved up to meet hers. It was then she began to execute her routine. Breathe in, breathe out, lift leg, and swing. It was when she released the ball and threw a two-seam, she held her breath. It felt as if everything went into slow motion as the ball cut through the air towards Bruce. She watched as the ball fell right into the area she aimed for, and Bruce swung. Despite the bat and the ball almost skimming against one another, he had missed.

That’s when Jamie realized she hadn’t heard the crack of contact from the bat with the ball, and her ears registered the loud obnoxious cheering from her little friend group in the stands. Holy shit. Holy shit, she’d done it! She couldn’t contain the bright smile beaming on her face as she turned to face her friends in the stands. However, as she did so, she was met with disgusted looks of disdain toward her from Liza and Michelle, Donna nowhere to be found. That’s when her smile faltered, then dropped altogether. The happiness there just moments ago, quickly morphed into guilt eating at her insides. How could she be so selfish? So determined to win she might’ve hurt Bruce in the process. 

Jamie didn’t notice her friends stares as they watch her drag her feet, looking at the ground toward her dugout, sitting down and unlacing her cleats in the process. The group of five looked around to see what could’ve put a damper in Jamie’s mood. They knew it was highly unlikely for her to be that upset right now. Robin continued to look around until he caught Jamie’s name being whispered, along with the continuation of bad mouthing her that followed. He nudged the rest of the group who leaned in to listen to the rest of the conversation.

They couldn’t hear much, other than the clear hate for Jamie beating Bruce’s team and her being close to both Bruce and Finney in general. Mentions of ‘she’s not even that pretty’, ‘she shouldn’t even be playing baseball’, and ‘she’s just some dumb bitch, I don’t even understand how she has friends, let alone baseball players wrapped around her fingers’. It was safe to say that the group understood why Jamie was now feeling the way she felt. 

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Jamie was feeling like crap. Why was she feeling like crap when she just helped her team win? How is it possible that those two girls made her feel like all her hard work was for nothing? God, she felt irritated with herself. 

She was so caught up in her thoughts she didn’t notice Finney pleading Bruce to give her time to cool off. The way Finney was practically pushing him back to his dugout before Bruce snuck around the poor boy who growing more frantic for the former.

Bruce began to walk to where Jamie had planted herself on the bench moments before. He could see her toss a cleat into her bag before stuffing her foot back into her converse. 

“Man, your arm is mint- I mean you have a good arm.” He corrected himself, watching as she looked up, smiling brightly as she realized who it was. His presence always managed to make her feel better 

“I know what mint means Bruce,” she started with a knowing smile. Before she could finish, Liza and Michelle walked up to the pair. 

“Bruce! Great job today! You looked even better than you did at your last game!” Liza smiled as bright as possible, making sure to show off her pearly whites.

“Yeah! We all know you didn’t have to go easy on her, but it really shows how good of a person you are to let her win.” Michelle added, both girls made sure to make eye-contact with Jamie. Bruce looked at them confused, because he didn’t let her win. He didn’t understand what they were talking about. She’d done it on her own.

“I’m sure the game would’ve been much more entertaining if the coach would have put Finney in more often than Jamie this game, you know?” She began twirling her hair around her finger, hooking her arm underneath Finney’s, smirking at the oblivious boy who was now looking at her confusedly too. Liza did the same to Bruce, looking over to the girl on the bench.

Abruptly, Jamie zipped up her bag, walking away but not before yelling out, “Have fun with your girlfriends!” Jamie made quick footwork to walk towards the exit of the field. When Bruce saw her get up, he was quick to apologize to Liza, telling her he didn’t like her that way. If Bruce was being honest, he didn’t care if she ended being a crying sobbing mess because he didn’t reciprocate her feelings, Jamie was clearly and purposefully made uncomfortable. He picked up his bag from his dugout and began jogging after Jamie, who was already halfway across the field, almost near the crowd by now.

By the time he caught up with her, they were just exiting the field, side by side now.

“So I was thinking,”  Bruce began. “that to celebrate your first ever win, and many more to come, we should go to the diner and get milkshakes!” he finished with a large hopeful smile.

Jamie couldn’t help but giggle at his idea, she just couldn’t be upset around him.

“Is Bruce Yamada basically asking me out?” she asked jokingly, fake surprise in her voice and on her face.

“Well Jamie Jam, only if you” he tapped underneath her chin so she’d look at him. “want to make it a date.” 

She scrunched her nose slightly before nodding unconsciously. They both smiled at this before continuing their usual excitement of conversation as the two teens made their way to the diner.

[carlandoxlestappen]

Reflections | Robin Arellano

Masterlist

gif creds: @mcllymcdclly​ 

~Robin is aged up to 15

Warning(s): fighting, blood, violent themes, kind of slut shaming, kissing.

“What did you just say?”  Robin asked in a painfully calm voice. One that should’ve told Moose that it would be better for him to back off. But, of course, he didn’t.

“I said that Melanie Blake is hot. You’re going out with her, right? How is she, huh?” Moose replied with a tone that made Robin’s blood boil.

“Oh, so you think It’s funny? Calling a girl you don’t even know names behind her back?” He questioned, having heard what he was talking about before he came over.

Everyone in the entire school knew how protective Robin could get when it came to the Blake siblings. And for good reasons too; Finney was his best friend, Melanie has been his girlfriend ever since they were 12 years old, and Gwen saved him from a goddamn child murderer when he was 13.

Anyone with half a mind knew not to talk shit about any of them, especially Melanie. Because if you fuck with the Blakes, you fuck with Robin, and no one wants to fuck with Robin.

Except the occasional idiot, like right now.

“Uh yeah, who wouldn’t talk about her when she puts out that much. I’m surprised no one’s-“ Before Moose could even react, Robin’s fist collided with his face, wiping his shit eating smirk right off.

“Listen to me, and listen to me good.” Robin kicked him in the face after he stumbled back. He stepped forward as Moose fell to the ground like a twig and kneeled over him. “If I ever hear my girlfriend’s name leave your dirty mouth, I will make sure nothing comes out of it again, do you understand me?” He asked.

When Moose simply stared at him with no response, he decided to take it up a notch. He already had a crowd, he could use this as a learning experience and show everyone what will happen to them if they do the same thing. “I said,” Robin raised his fist again, ready to make a fucking mess out of the asshole underneath him.

“Do.” A punch to the face. “You.” Another one and Robin could feel the damage to his knuckles. “Understand.” Damn, Moose has some sharp teeth, though some of them were a dark pink color and on the ground next to him. “Me?” Robin stopped, looking at Moose to see if his results were enough. And they were, the boy looked like another punch would knock him out cold, though the blood dripping to the ground was the best warning of all. That’s what people listened to anyway, the amount of blood.

“I-“ Moose coughed up some blood. “I understand.” His voice broke, and Robin nodded, standing up. Moose scrambled to get up, staring at Robin in fear before running away, his friends running after him to give him some shitty explanation for why they didn’t get involved. But it was obvious why, they knew they stood no chance, Robin could take them all out if he wanted to.

The crowd that gathered around him earlier slowly dissolved until there was only one person left, the one he did it for, Melanie Blake.

“Hey, let’s clean you up, okay? ” She said gently, taking one of his bloody hands in hers. She pulled him away from the scene and the two walked inside the school and to the boys’ bathroom.

“I’ll check.” Robin said before letting go of her hand and walking in, checking every stall to make sure there was no one there. “It’s clear.” He said, opening the door and moving aside to let Melanie walk in. She put her bag down and leaned it on the wall, opening it and taking out her first aid kit as her boyfriend locked the door.

“Are you mad at me?” Robin asked, going straight to the point as always. He never liked it when others sugarcoated stuff, so he never did it to anyone, including himself at times.

“Hey,” Melanie stood up, her eyes wide as she put down the kit by the sink. “I could never be mad at you, especially not because of this, you know that. You were protecting me out there.” She took his hand and put it in the sink before opening the tap, washing the blood off of his hand before taking his other one and giving it the same, delicate treatment.

“Are you sure?” He questioned, watching her actions quietly as she pulled out a conforming bandage and duct tape.

“Yes, I’m sure.” Melanie responded, before looking at him and seeing his head hung down. “Look at me.” She requested and Robin obliged, looking up at his girlfriend. “I love you, Robin. And there is nothing you could ever do to change that.” She smiled as he nodded along.

“There we go, all done.” She said, letting go of both of his now bandaged hands and allowing hers to fall limp at her sides.

“Thanks, babe.” Robin said, looking her in the eye as he took her hand in his. “And I love you too.” He smiled before leaning down and kissing his girlfriend.

[venviouz]

So... R yall good with tbp ocs? I just made them for if ever i make a fanfic lol

[amielxxxangel]

Just a little announcement!

So I just wanna say I’m opening up my requests for fanfics/headcannons for now it’s mainly the black phone but it’s subject to change!

Also I’m only doing GN/M! Readers just because there’s enough people that make Fem!readers.

Also I might also do requests with oc characters x black phone character (not the grabber tho) I might dm you tho to ask for more characterization on them to write them😁

But yea my requests are open and I’m gonna start writing fanfics!

Till next time💙🤍💛🤍💙

[morganasmissus]

yeah maybe i did get home from seeing black phone only to immediately create an oc who is Robin’s sister because i am way too much of a baby to ever be in a horror movie- so what???

[deadghosy]

Jake ariano x gabe Hopper Pretty pretty please

WJERE ARE YOU GETTING THESE FUCKIN PHOTOS-

Jake: bebé. Why are you sleeping upside down-

Gabe: I heard if you do this, your nose will stop being stuffy! :D

Jake:…that’s absolute bullshit.

Gabe: STFU-

[rpersearch]

Hello, hello !! Camilla \ Cam, 17 going on 18, she \ they. I like to say I'm a nice person and love making friends with my roleplay partners -- I love talking ooc while we roleplay, make jokes or discuss ideas, sharing headcanons and playlists and moodboards about our muses,, and would love to find someone who also likes that - however it's not necessary ! Anyways, now that that's out of the way, onto the request

I'm looking for someone to write Robin Arellano from the black phone against an enby!OC ( info here )

OR

Someone to write Will Byers from stranger things against a M!OC ( info here )

Both are OC x Canon ( aka romantic ) and I would rather single-ups; but double-ups are also very welcome if you wish to do one. I do, however, have blacklisted characters-- aka characters i don't write. Other than them, I'm willing to write anyone for your OC ! For stranger things; i won't play Steve Harrington, Will Byers, Argyle, Fred Benson, Alexei, Vecna \ 001 \ Peter Ballard \ Henry Creel, Jason Carver & Erica Sinclair. For black phone, I'm willing to play anyone except Robin and the grabber-- just please please be nice if my portrayal isn't perfect, I'm still pretty new to both fandoms but am trying my best to be as accurate as possible <\3

The only things i ask of you are that you're literate ( 20+ lines ), have good grammar, and aren't repetitive with your replies -- also please don't rush me, be patient, i respond everytime i can but I'm generally a very busy person & can't always respond instantly. I'll try to let you know if I'll be away for more than 2 or 3 days, and if i can't, then you're allowed to send me a reminder ! I roleplay on tumbrl, discord, and Wattpad. I don't really have any plots in mind but am open to almost anything so just throw an idea at me & ill most likely say yes. That being said, if you're interested interact with this post and I'll reach out to you !! <3

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[raqisreadinghole]

Baseball Babe: Ch. 1

Pairings: Bruce Yamada x fem!oc, Robin Arellano x platonic!fem!oc 

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 1146

Summary: While Bruce is used to the girls practically falling at his feet, he is challenged when one is not. At the ripe age of 13, Bruce Yamada, for the first time, is confused. Why isn’t she in love with him? Why wasn’t she kissing the ground he walked on? Bruce, for once, finds himself taking interest in someone. Someone, who also happens to play his favorite sport.

a/n: Guys this started as a joke so don’t take this too seriously :D. Just some self-indulgence here. Idk when chapter 2 is coming out so yup. May or may not include the grabber events, just depends. If it does then it’ll likely be pushed back to between the years of 1980-1981 idk. Also I might tweak some of the ages/years/grades for my own comfortability.

Ch.2 !! Ch.3 !! Ch.4 !! Ch.5 !!

September 8, 1978.

About three weeks into school.

Jamie stepped through the school doors, the bell ringing quickly after. With rush, she hurriedly skid down the hall till she heard the commotion. Several shouts of ‘fight!’, chants that cheer on and encourage the behavior down the hall. In fact, the noise was bellowing off the once empty hallways traveling through classrooms, she wondered why there were no staff stopping whatever was happening.

She steps through the jumping crowd for further inspection, and to get to her damn class, when her eyes are drawn to her idiot fight-loving friend. Robin Arellano is kneeling on the ground slamming fist after fist into some poor, or not so poor, kid’s face. Fucking hell Robin.

Jumping into the action, she grasps and grips at his collar, yanking and clearly startling the boy. “Get up shithead”, she says firmly through gritted teeth, before pulling him off and away from the bleeding classmate.

Dragging him off into an emptier hall, she finally got a good look at him. That’s when she realized he walked off without a scratch, well nothing worse than the typical bruised knuckles. The surprise in his eyes couldn’t be covered by the guilt he felt, not feeling it because he actually felt bad, but because she’d caught him. 

He thought she was out of town.

“I thought you weren’t coming back till tonight”, he murmured awkwardly, a poor attempt at filling the short silence. 

“Baseball tryouts start today, I didn’t want to lower my already slim chances of getting on the team”, Jamie chuckles. Despite the joke, there was a truthfulness to her words.

She’d just moved back into the area, they just needed to get the last of their things before being officially moved in. Robin and her grew up together until the end of 4th grade, when she moved to Westminster. Over the course of her two years there, Jamie took great interest in baseball, learning and working hard hoping to be one of the first girls on a team. Of course it never happened, because lord knows no coach was willing to risk their team and reputation like that. Despite moving, she had kept in contact with Robin, always being up to date with each other. In June, she’d gotten the news they’d be moving back into Denver, and she’d be attending school with Robin again. From July to August and a bit of September, she had spent the time moving, back and forth between the cities in order to ensure all her belongings would be moving with her. That’s when she’d seen it. A flyer for a travel baseball team. The Front Rangers. That’s how she ended up where she is now. At school, going through 7th grade with Robin, hoping, praying, practically manifesting she’d be good enough to make the team. In reality, Jamie knew she had to be better than good to be on that team. She knew she had to be better than everyone else trying out and everyone apart of the existing team.

With a silent nod he decides to lead them to class rather than continue standing there. The dragging of feet and occasional chatter from stragglers in the halls were the only things the two heard as they continued to walk to class. Opening the door to history, they scanned the room, seeing many students were already in attendance. They took their seats, however not before Jamie made eye contact with a boy sitting towards the back. brushing it off she hurriedly sat down, taking out her notebook and a pen before the teacher began to take attendance.

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Bruce had sat down as the bell rang. This left him waiting about all of the 10 minutes to watch his classmates file into the classroom, boyfriends and girlfriends dropping the other off into the classroom. Everyone had finally settled into their seats by the time he decided to get his history notebook out. That’s when he heard scurrying feet and the squeak of the old wooden door. 

They really need to get that fixed. Or at least oiled.

In walked Robin, right behind him, a girl. Bruce couldn’t recognize her, couldn’t put a name to her face. He concluded that he hadn’t gone to school with her before, or at least didn’t notice he did.

Right then he made eye-contact with her, briefly. But the point-two seconds of staring into her eyes was enough to send his heart into oblivion. She’s pretty. Shit, she’s really pretty. Scratch that, no, she's beautiful.

He watched as she and Robin walked to their separate seats. Her, just four desks ahead of him, Robin to his right. 

Maybe that’s why he’d never noticed her. Maybe he was too busy with himself when walking by her desk. Maybe he took a different route out of the classroom sometimes. Despite the possibilities, how could he not notice her? Her style didn’t match the girls that pushed themselves towards him. She wore medium-length blue Levi’s shorts, with Reebok sneakers and a ‘The Temptations’ shirt, hitting about an inch above her shorts, revealing a bit of her torso. His favorite band! In comparison to the other frilly and pastel dresses and shirts girls typically wore. She was tall, at least taller than all the other girls he had swooning over him. About 5’4, making her an inch taller than Robin and an inch shorter than Bruce. Her wavy brown hair flowing behind her, bangs shaped like curtains flopping against her forehead as she frustratingly ran her hand through them. Her eyes, oh her eyes. They were the perfect medium brown with specks of gold and green, and if he could stare into them all day he would. 25/8. He couldn’t stop looking at her. He probably looked like a lovesick puppy, or a stalker, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t stop thinking about how she walked in, after Robin. Oh shit Robin-

“Look Bruce, I get it she’s pretty. Now personally I don’t have a thing for her,” Robin whispers, placing his hands on his own chest. “but I am her friend. And from me to you, stop gawking for two fucking seconds would ya?”

Bruce nods, albeit a bit surprised he’d been caught, by her best friend of all people. He however, straightens a bit before roll is called, refocusing himself. Name after name is called before he hears one in particular. 

“Jamie Monroe.” 

“Present.” Jamie replies, raising her hand.

Jamie. Jamie Monroe. What a cool fucking name. She’s gorgeous AND has a cool name. Bruce was in for it, he knew that. And her voice? It was deeper than all the high pitched squeaky, sickeningly sweet ones he was used to hearing. Jamie’s was deep and silky. God, he could listen to it all day. 

“Bruce Yamada? Is Bruce Yamada here?”

Shit. He was screwed.

[raqisreadinghole]

Baseball Babe: Ch.2

Pairings: Bruce Yamada x fem!oc, Robin Arellano x platonic!fem!oc, Finney Blake x platonic!fem!oc

Warnings: cursing, baseball inaccuracies 

Word count: 1600

Summary: While Bruce is used to the girls practically falling at his feet, he is challenged when one is not. At the ripe age of 13, Bruce Yamada, for the first time, is confused. Why isn’t she in love with him? Why wasn’t she kissing the ground he walked on? Bruce, for once, finds himself taking interest in someone. Someone, who also happens to play his favorite sport.

a/n: Chapter 2!! I promise that this chapter is important to the storyline. Bruce lost track of time and watched the entire tryouts but it's ok. Hopefully chapter 3 doesn’t take too long to get written. :D

Ch.1 !! Ch.3 !! Ch.4 !! Ch.5 !!

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Classes passed by rather quickly, it was typically the same for every hour. Roll call, lecture, homework. Roll call, lecture, homework. During lunch Jamie sat with Robin, as per usual, complaining about the workload they had and how fast Robin’s math teacher talked. By the time sixth period was finished, and the day had ended, Jamie was jumping with joy. Nerves and excitement had been wracking and flying about her body all day. She just couldn’t wait to get home to collect her baseball equipment. Jumping on her bike, she rode her way home, not yet recounting how many of her classes had a familiar face sitting behind or near her. How in four out of the six of her periods, had a boy with jet black hair and pale skin, perk up when she went to answer a question. Despite Jamie’s obliviousness, Bruce had taken notice every. damn. time.

When she arrived home, she was quick to change into practice clothes, before putting on comfortable shoes and grabbing her baseball bag she had prepacked that morning. She knew better than to put on her cleats right now, if she wore them on concrete, they would wear down.

The ride down to the baseball field where the tryouts were being held was short, only about 10 minutes since it was near the school. The other field was about another 5 minutes from this one. Jamie stopped her bike, before getting off of the vehicle and locking it onto the metal rack. From there she lugged herself onto the field to warm up with the other kids. 

While warming up, she could feel the stares of the boys. The not-so quiet whispers and snickers had reached her ears, and she hadn’t failed to notice the pointing out of her gender. The team was also warming up with those trying out in an attempt to see who they had good chemistry with, who they’d want to work with. In spite of this, Jamie seemed to be left alone. 

God, she knew this would happen. It happened every other time she had tried and every other time, she’d failed. She could only hope this time would be different.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by footsteps crunching against the dirt. Stopping herself mid-pitch, she turned to see a boy with long curly brown hair. He was a bit shorter than her, wearing the Front Rangers’ jersey. 

“Hey”, she ignored him, thinking he was just here to taunt her. Tell her to stop trying before she gets her heart broken later on.

“I like your pitch”, he stood there awkwardly, shifting on his feet, watching her pitch with the utmost of concentration. 

She threw a palmball then a curve into the net. Both of which landed directly into the strike zone of the net, the ball not once skimming or touching the flexible fibers.

“Thanks”, she replies blandly, still staring at the net.

“My name’s Finney”, he holds his hand out for her to shake.

She takes it, “I’m Jamie.” 

Their conversation ends as she walks towards the coach that’s calling everyone over to begin tryouts. 

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By the time Bruce had finished packing up, Jamie was out the door. Well more or less, she had been out the door for a couple minutes already, likely on her way home. 

If he ran fast enough, maybe, he’d catch her talking to a friend or something.

After finally getting himself collected, he left the classroom along with the last couple of students. He searched around the school for a couple of minutes, before giving into defeat. He took time to talk to his friends, who were mostly baseball players, before ultimately making the decision to ride home. On his ride, he passed by the baseball field near the school. The one the Front Rangers used. He stopped to silently observe their tryouts.

Bruce watched as each coach took a a group to work on drills for each skill, knowing pitchers and catchers will later be separated for analyzation. He watched as each group went through their respective drills, each of the coaches face scrunched into concentration. 

They were typical drills, ones his team went through them all the time. 

He continued to watch, for the whole three hours, making a couple stops to the Grab N’ Go every now and again. He’d gotten to watch a couple batters hit before they split off the pitchers and catchers from the other groups. One person had caught his eye. He watched as the boy walked over with easy confidence with his mitt. Bruce hadn’t seen the boy’s face while he was batting, nor could he see his face now. The only significant part of the boy he could see was his long hair, which was tied up into a bun underneath his hat. All Bruce knew was that this kid was good. While doing batting drills, the kid had hit a couple home runs already. Not to mention, he was an excellent outfielder from what he could tell.

Bruce watched as the boy was analyzed during pitching drills by the designated coach. His fastballs? Each and every kind, clean and sleek. His breaking balls? The exact definition of the name, for every variation. His changeups? Killer. This guy, whoever he is, is good. Better than good. He could have Bruce shaking in his cleats on the field. And that was, as described by his coaches, almost damn near impossible. 

Bruce watched as the coaches wrapped up, cutting a couple kids before making a few announcements. The only words catching in his ears were, “We’ll have a short 3-inning scrimmage tomorrow, this will help determine who we’re keeping while we fully evaluate and make decisions as coaches. Great job today.”

Bruce took this as his sign to leave, guess he was showing up to watch tomorrow too.

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The next day, Bruce had shown up just after the team had finished warm-ups. He sat and tried to recognize those from yesterday. That’s when the coach had tossed the ball to the boy with the bun.

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To her surprise, the coach had tossed Jamie the ball first. Catching it in her mitt, she mentally prepared herself on the mound. She watched as one of the boys from the team stood at home base, gripping his bat, awaiting her pitch. She took a deep breath, deciding to pitch a curveball. As she exhaled, she picked up her leg from the ground before swinging her arm, releasing the ball at the same time. The boy swung at the ball. Strike. She executed the same routine, the same pitch. Inhale, exhale, pick up leg, swing. The ball flew in the air, landing in the exact same spot. The boy swung again. Strike. Jamie went through her routine again, not without deciding to pitch a four-seam fastball this time. Inhale, exhale, pick up leg, swing. He swung again. Strike. He was out.

He must of been the teams best batter. Jamie could hear the scoldings from one of the coaches. Frustrated with how he could let a “pretty little thing like her”, strike him out. She walked off the mound to watch as other kids trying out pitched, rotating them in and out every couple minutes with the actual team batting. She could point out a mistake in every one of them. A couple throwing balls rather than strikes. When they did pitch well, the batter was able to swing and successfully hit the ball.

She was brought out of analyzing to go pitch again. To be frank, the same thing happened. She struck out the boy. That was two times now.

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Bruce watched as the boy struck the batter out. Damn he was good, not that he didn’t already know that. He watched and watched for a better pitcher, but no such thing came. He analyzed the first pitcher as he walked back up to the mound. There was a certain confidence to him, his walk. A confidence no one on that field, not even the existing team, possessed. Bruce watched as the boy did the same. exact. thing. Once again, he counted three strikes.

He was confused. Bruce sat there in utter disbelief. This kid that he’s never heard of, forget the fact that he’s never seen his face, was one of the best pitcher’s in his age group he’s ever seen. His pitch was a damn near talent baseball players his age hoped to possess. Bruce was baffled, amazed even. He continued to stand there as they switched positions. Putting the team's best pitcher on the mound, while the boy with the bun gripped the bat.

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Jamie stood at home base, holding the form she worked day and night on to perfect. Giving the bat a hearty squeeze, she watched as the pitcher wound up. It looks like a fastball, maybe two-seam. And it was. The ball came at her with great speed, no curve included. Jamie had to admit, it was a good pitch. Just not good enough to get Jamie a strike. As it approached her, she swung. One could hear the crack from when the bat hit the ball. From there, the ball flew into the skies and out of sight. Home run.

Jamie let go of the bat to run the bases, coming back to firmly step on home base.

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For the second time today, Bruce was confused. His brows furrowed together in confoundment. If he knew what was good for him, he needed to find out who this guy was.

[raqisreadinghole]

Baseball Babe: Ch.4

Pairings: Bruce Yamada x fem!oc, Robin Arellano x platonic!fem!oc, Finney Blake x platonic!fem!oc, Vance Hopper x platonic!fem!oc

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 1326

Summary: While Bruce is used to the girls practically falling at his feet, he is challenged when one is not. At the ripe age of 13, Bruce Yamada, for the first time, is confused. Why isn’t she in love with him? Why wasn’t she kissing the ground he walked on? Bruce, for once, finds himself taking interest in someone. Someone, who also happens to play his favorite sport.

a/n: Chapter 4!! This one was a fun one to right and high-key made me giggle a bit more than it should’ve.

Ch.1 !! Ch.2 !! Ch.3 !! Ch.5 !!

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“So Bruce, huh?”

Jamie was waving said boy off to talk to his baseball buddies as she herself walked to Robin. At this point, it had been about 2 and a half weeks of this routine. Talk to Bruce all day, then shoo him off to spend time with his other friends while she gossips with Robin on their walk home.

“Hm? What are you talking about Robin?” The girl asks. God, she was so oblivious, and blind. Like she was the most oblivious and blind person Robin has ever known. Robin swore he could blindfold her with his bandana and she’d be the exact same.

“I’m talking about the fact that you and Bruce have been walking and talking around school with each other all the time these past few weeks. You left poor Finney to listen to my math rant the other day.” He made gestures with his hands as they walked away from the school and toward the Grab N’ Go.

“So? I thought you were friends with Finney.” 

“I am, but I’m just saying that I’ve noticed you have been getting close with a certain, I don’t know, black-haired, hazel-eyed, baseball-playing, everyone-wants-him-or-wants-to-be-him, asian boy.” Robin finishes in a teasing tone. She snapped her head towards him. It clicked. 

“Are you implying, that I have a thing for Bruce?” she inquires, furrowing her brows. Her face, now graced with a slight frown.

“‘Cause if so, you are completely wrong. I have no room for boys in my schedule, especially not Bruce-everybody-wants-him-Yamada. I have other things to focus on, such as baseball and school. I really can’t have anything getting in my way this year Robin.” She completes with a tut. 

Robin rolls his eyes, shaking his head at her verbalizing her mindset, “I’m not saying that- well yes I am, but I’m also saying that I think he likes you. I mean he’s always following you around, including you in conversations with his friends, by the way the fact that he introduced you to his friends and includes you is a major green flag. He also can not take his eyes off you, not to mention whenever you guys are messing around in the halls or at lunch he never fails to fall short of his laugh, which that particular laugh is only heard when you’re making him laugh. Like god, he might as well just yell it from the rooftops that he loves you already. ‘I love you Jamie!’ ‘Oh Jamie!’ ‘Muah Muah Muah!’” Robin throws his arms around, later pressing his hands to his cheeks to make kissy noises. Jamie shakes her head at his ridiculousness.

“Well, what does it matter to me that he’s taken interest?” she questions, while kicking around a rock.

“What does it matter? WHAT DOES IT MATTER?” Robin repeats, yelling and jumping around. This makes Jamie flinch a bit. “IT MATTERS BECAUSE IF YOU EITHER HAVEN’T NOTICED OR ADMITTED IT, YOU LIKE HIM TOO!”

“I DO NOT!” she was yelling now too, as they entered the store.

“DO TOO!”

“NUH-UH!”

“YUH-HUH!”

“NOPE!”

“YUP! YOU DO AND YOU NEED TO REALIZE IT SOONER OR LATER JAMIE!”

She sighs, bowing her head and rolling her eyes as she fills up her slushie cup. She didn’t understand Robin’s logic. Bruce just made her really happy. Being with him and in his presence felt like a warm hug. It was like sipping on hot cocoa in bed, listening to the pattering of rain accompanying the soft static and slow melodies playing from a record player, in the comfort of a home. That’s it. He felt like a home. Not hers though, someone else’s, but a home nonetheless.

Jamie looks around, taking in her surroundings. She notices pinball Vance, who she actually found to be really nice if you got to know him. Finney was walking through the door with Gwen, and there seems to be a group of boys just outside, on their way in. Jamie pays for her slushie, then turns to walk back to Robin. He was making his weekly selection of snacks and candies, when the bell of the door chimes. 

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Robin watches as a particular group of baseball boys enter the convenience store. They’re all laughing loudly, yelling at each other, and pointing fingers about a likely, stupidly opinion-based argument. Their presence was fun, inviting. Robin looks over to Finney, who was looking back at him. Robin walks over to Finney and Gwen, leaving Jamie to sip her slushie without noticing the empty space beside her. Finney and Gwen, prior to this, were watching Vance at the pinball machine, who stopped to make conversation with Finney and watch whatever bullshit the baseball boys were going to pull. All four kids were now eyeing the large group of boys, the baseball players still chatting but majority keeping an eye on the one walking away from the group.  

The quartet watches as Bruce slowly walks away from the clump in the corner and toward their friend in the middle of the store. Taking short and quiet strides, they all realize what’s happening. With swift motions, Bruce quickly wraps his arms around Jamie’s waist, securing her in his hold before spinning her. He could feel a bit of her shirt ride up, causing skin-to-skin contact with the girl. This caused a visible blush across both of their cheeks, but not visible enough to each other. The girl lets out a quiet delighted squeal of shock before realizing who was spinning her. Bruce lets her down, not before turning her around, just in time to earn a smack to the arm. 

Robin could see it in Bruce’s eyes. The pure love and adoration shining in his pupils, Jamie returned the same look. The love and adoration those two shared was the same that he, Robin Arellano, has for Finney. Robin watched the two, both laughing, stupidly in love with each other, as they cracked jokes that were only hilarious when one was that wholeheartedly in love with the other. Everyone could see it, except for Jamie. He could see it, the quartet could see it, the baseball guys could see it, and heck, even the group of envious girls in the corner watching them could see it. So why couldn’t Jamie? Robin swore he could see how Bruce looked at her from here, so why couldn’t she see it when it was right in front of her?

“They’re cute aren’t they?” Robin asked to no one in particular.

“They are. I keep trying to tell Jamie this when she walks Finney home from practice, but she just won’t listen.” Gwen laughs, recalling the memories.

“You have a look Gwen,” Jamie says, “and I don’t know if I like it.”

“What ever do you mean Jamie?” The younger girl says, a smirk to her face and words. 

“You just look a bit extra devious than normal today.” Jamie smiles, playing along with whatever acts Gwen’s got going.

“Well if you must know, I saw you walking with a certain Yamada today,” dragging along the last syllable, sharing her latest drama with Finney. Gwen knew he didn’t care, especially since she knew he likely had a thing for Robin.

“Oh, is that so? And what would this certain Yamada’s first name be?”

“Bruce of course!” Gwen giggled. “For what it’s worth, you guys totally look like a couple, not to mention you act like one. Like if you guys are dating, you’re definitely the cutest.”

“Ugh, we do not! And we aren’t dating Gwen.” Jamie replied in denial.

“Whatever you say, my dear Jamie.” Gwen giggled, imitating Bruce with the last three words.

Gwen refocused her eyes back to the pair in the middle of the Grab N’ Go, watching as Bruce spins Jamie in some sort of funky makeshift slow dance. Jamie giggles and throws her head back giddily, unbeknownst to her friends, who know she only giggles around Bruce.