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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 8

Y/N's POV

The decision to reveal our relationship weighed heavily on my mind in the days that followed our late-night picnic at the Sandlot. Benny and I had discussed it at length, weighing the pros and cons of coming clean about our relationship. While a part of me longed to shout our happiness from the rooftops, another part feared the potential consequences of exposing our secret to the world.

The anticipation of what lay ahead left me restless, tossing and turning in bed as the minutes stretched into hours.

As dawn broke, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, I found myself unable to resist the pull of the Sandlot. It had become our sanctuary, a place where our love had blossomed in the quiet moments shared beneath the stars. Perhaps there, amidst the echoes of our laughter and the whispers of the wind, I would find the courage to face the uncertainty that lay ahead.

Slipping out of bed with practiced stealth, I tiptoed across the room, careful not to wake Yeah-Yeah or my parents. The floorboards creaked beneath my weight, each sound magnified in the stillness of the early morning hours. With a final glance over my shoulder, I slipped out the door, the cool morning air brushing against my skin like a whispered promise.

The Sandlot was bathed in the soft light of dawn as I made my way across the familiar terrain, the grass damp beneath my feet. Memories of our late-night picnics and whispered confessions filled my mind, a bittersweet reminder of the journey that had brought us to this moment.

As I reached our usual spot, a secluded corner hidden from view by a cluster of trees, I found myself drawn to the old wooden bench where Benny and I had shared countless conversations beneath the stars. Sitting down, I allowed myself a moment of quiet reflection, the weight of our impending decision heavy on my shoulders.

Lost in thought, I barely noticed the sound of footsteps approaching until a familiar voice broke through the silence, scattering my thoughts like leaves in the wind.

"Y/N? What are you doing out here so early?" Benny's voice was tinged with sleep, his eyes still heavy with exhaustion as he took a seat beside me on the bench.

"I couldn't sleep," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I needed some air."

Benny nodded in understanding, his gaze searching mine as if trying to decipher the thoughts swirling behind my eyes. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his tone filled with concern.

I hesitated, unsure of how to voice the doubts and fears that plagued my mind. "I just... I don't know if I'm ready," I confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush of emotion. "To tell people about us, I mean."

Benny reached for my hand, his touch gentle yet filled with warmth. "Hey, it's okay," he said, his voice soft against the backdrop of chirping birds and rustling leaves. "We don't have to rush into anything. We'll do it when we're both ready, together."

His words offered a sense of solace in the midst of my turmoil, a reminder that I wasn't alone in this journey. With Benny by my side, I knew that we could face whatever lay ahead, no matter how daunting it seemed.

As we sat together in the quiet of the morning, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the trees like shards of gold, I felt a sense of peace settle over me like a warm embrace. Our love may have been born in secrecy, but it was built on a foundation of trust and understanding that would withstand any obstacle in our path.

With Benny's hand in mine, I knew that our future held endless possibilities, each one more beautiful than the last. And as we watched the sunrise together, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected journey that had brought us to this moment, and the countless moments still yet to come.

"The carnival" I said as I raise my head off of Benny's shoulder.

"Hm?" He replies.

"The carnival is in a couple of weeks" I say nonchalantly and I continue to say something else, "The boys love the carnival. They'll already be so pumped and excited that we should be able to tell them without it upsetting them. We go public at the carnival. Even Phillips will be there" I said giving Benny my idea.

Benny's eyes lit up with excitement at the mention of the carnival, his smile mirroring my enthusiasm. "That's a great idea, Y/N," he exclaimed, his voice filled with anticipation. "The carnival is the perfect place to share our news. It's festive, fun, and surrounded by everyone we care about. And it gives us more time to process this decision."

I nodded in agreement, feeling a surge of confidence wash over me at Benny's encouragement. "Exactly," I replied, a sense of determination creeping into my voice. "And besides, what better way to celebrate our officialness than with cotton candy, carnival games, and a Ferris wheel ride under the stars?"

Benny chuckled at my words, his laughter echoing in the quiet of the morning. "You always know how to make everything sound like an adventure," he remarked, his gaze softening as he looked at me with an expression that spoke volumes.

"Well, life with you is an adventure," I teased, my heart fluttering at the affection shining in Benny's eyes. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

As we sat together on the bench, lost in conversation and laughter, I felt a sense of excitement building within me like a gathering storm. The thought of sharing our love with the world filled me with a newfound sense of purpose, a belief that together, Benny and I could overcome any obstacle that stood in our way.

With Benny's hand in mine, I knew that our future held endless possibilities, each one more beautiful than the last. And as we watched the sunrise together, the promise of the carnival looming on the horizon, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected journey that had brought us to this moment, and the countless moments still yet to come.

"Let's make some memories, Benny," I said, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his cheek. "Starting with the carnival."

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 7

Y/N's POV

In the days following our conversation on the porch steps, Benny and I navigated our newfound relationship with caution. We treated it like it was a blown glass figurine, too easy to break and too hard to repair again.  Every moment spent together felt like a revelation, a discovery of shared interests, dreams, and fears. We laughed, talked, and grew closer with each passing day. The Sandlot remained our sanctuary, where our bond had been forged and we continued to create memories. But now, it held an added layer of significance, serving as the backdrop for our blossoming romance.

Since we were taking our relationship slow, we decided not to tell people about it yet. It has been refreshing having that side of ourselves private. No one gets hurt this way. Phillips won't know that I moved on and the boys won't be in our business. 

Sneaking around with Benny has been new and exciting. I know I'm not doing anything wrong, well maybe I am because of Phillips, but sometimes it feels like I'm sneaking out to meet with some random guy. But this isn't some random guy. This is Benny Rodriguez, the boy I've been in love with forever. 

Later tonight Benny and I have plans to have a late-night picnic at the Sandlot. We meet there quite frequently because no one is there.  As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of pink and gold, I found myself eagerly anticipating our late-night picnic at the Sandlot. The anticipation buzzed in the air like electricity, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through my veins.

Finally, my waiting is over. It is 10 o'clock and everyone in my house is asleep. Since Benny and I are practically neighbors, we shine flashlights into each other's bedroom window to signal that we are ready. I flash mine into Benny's room and he signals back. I start to put my shoes on and sneakily go out the front door. As I make my way through the living room towards the door, I see a bright light coming from the kitchen. 

"And where do you think you're going, young lady?" Yeah-Yeah's voice broke the silence, his tone laced with playful curiosity as he intercepted my path.

I chuckled, rolling my eyes at his antics. "I'm just meeting up with some friends," I replied, trying to keep a straight face despite the mischievous glint in his eyes.

A smirk played on Yeah-Yeah's lips as he raised an eyebrow suggestively. "You mean Benny?" he teased, punctuating his words with exaggerated kissing noises that made my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

I shot him a mock glare, playfully swatting at his arm. "Shut up, Yeah-Yeah," I said, unable to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside me. Despite his teasing, I knew Yeah-Yeah meant well, always looking out for me in his unique way.

"Maybe get better at sneaking out Y/N. You two have been so obvious. Do you ever know when I sneak out?" Yeah-Yeah asked. 

"No. But that's probably because you never sneak out because all of your friends are asleep by 9" I respond matter-of-factly. 

Yeah-Yeah rolled his eyes dramatically, but the playful smile never left his face as he sauntered off, saying "Your secret's safe with me Y/N. I just want you to be happy." 

I met Benny at our usual spot, a secluded corner of the Sandlot hidden from view by a cluster of trees. His smile lit up the darkness as he spread out a blanket and unpacked the contents of our makeshift picnic basket. The faint scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the aroma of sandwiches and lemonade, creating an ambiance that felt both magical and intimate.

As we sat side by side, the stars twinkling overhead like diamonds scattered across velvet, conversation flowed effortlessly between us. We talked about everything and nothing, sharing hopes, dreams, and fears beneath the blanket of night.

In those stolen moments, I felt a sense of freedom, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. There was something exhilarating about sneaking around with Benny, about keeping our budding romance hidden from the prying eyes of the world. It felt like our little secret, a sacred bond shared between just the two of us.

But amidst the joy and excitement, there lingered a shadow of guilt in the recesses of my mind. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was betraying Phillips, that our clandestine meetings were a betrayal of the love we once shared. Yet, with each tender glance and whispered confession, those doubts faded into the background, replaced by the undeniable certainty that Benny was where I belonged.

As the night wore on, the cool breeze carrying whispers of summer's end, Benny reached for my hand, his touch gentle yet filled with warmth. "Y/N," he began, his voice soft against the backdrop of chirping crickets and rustling leaves, "I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what."

His words washed over me like a comforting embrace, banishing the last traces of doubt and uncertainty from my mind. At that moment, beneath the canopy of stars, I knew that our love was worth fighting for, worth cherishing with every beat of my heart.

As we lay together on the blanket, the world fading into a blur of moonlit dreams and whispered promises, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected journey that had brought us together. Our love may have started as a fragile whisper in the wind, but with each passing day, it grew stronger, and more resilient, until it became an unbreakable bond that would withstand the test of time.

"Yeah-Yeah knows about us," I admitted quietly, breaking the peaceful silence that enveloped us. "As much as I've loved having this to ourselves, I think it's time we tell people."

Benny's expression softened, his eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and acceptance. "I've been thinking the same thing," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Keeping our relationship a secret feels... I don't know, like we're hiding something that shouldn't be hidden."

I nodded in agreement, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders at Benny's words. It was time to stop hiding, to embrace our love openly and unapologetically.

"But how do we do it?" I asked, the uncertainty creeping back into my voice. "What if people don't understand, or worse, if they don't approve?"

Benny squeezed my hand reassuringly, his touch grounding me in the warmth of his presence. "I'm assuming by people you mean Phillips. We'll face whatever comes our way, together," he vowed, his voice filled with determination. "And as long as we have each other, nothing else matters."

His words echoed in the stillness of the night, a beacon of hope guiding us through the uncertainty that lay ahead. With Benny by my side, I knew that we could weather any storm, and overcome any obstacle that stood in our path.

As we lay beneath the blanket of stars, hand in hand, I felt a sense of peace settle over me like a comforting embrace. Our love may have started as a fragile whisper in the wind, but with each passing day, it grew stronger, and more resilient, until it became an unbreakable bond that would withstand the test of time.

As we prepared to face the world together, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected journey that had brought us to this moment. With Benny's love as my guiding light, I knew that our future held endless possibilities, each one more beautiful than the last.

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 6

Y/n's POV

The days turned into weeks, and the Sandlot became our sanctuary once again. We spent countless hours playing ball and creating memories that would last a lifetime. Each day brought new adventures and surprises, but little did we know that this summer would hold some of the most unforgettable moments of our lives.

As the summer heat intensified, so did the bond between the team. We were more than just a group of kids playing baseball; we were a family. Benny's decision to bring me back onto the team sparked a change within us all. We learned the importance of forgiveness, loyalty, and the power of second chances.

Our victories on the field were no longer just about winning games. It was about the joy of camaraderie and the unspoken understanding that we were in this together, no matter what. The Sandlot had become a place where dreams took flight, where we pushed each other to be better, and where the impossible became possible.

But amidst the laughter and the crack of the bat, there were still lingering questions and unspoken desires. For me, it was the tug of emotions that Benny ignited within me. Our friendship had been rekindled, but deep down, I wondered if there was something more between us. Was it just wishful thinking, or was there a chance for our bond to evolve into something greater?

As the days turned into weeks, Benny and I spent more time together outside of the Sandlot. We explored the neighborhood, shared secrets, and laughed until our stomachs hurt. It felt like old times once again. Every moment with him felt precious, and yet, I couldn't ignore the nagging uncertainty in the back of my mind.

One afternoon, while sitting on the porch steps of my house, Benny turned to me with a serious expression on his face. "Y/N, there's something I need to talk to you about," he began, his voice filled with a mix of nervousness and determination.

My heart skipped a beat, anticipation coursing through my veins. "What is it, Benny?" I asked, trying to steady my own voice.

He took a deep breath before continuing, "I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I can't deny the feelings I have for you. I know we agreed to start as friends again, but I can't help but wonder what might be if we just both accept the fact that I love you. Y/N, I want to take a chance, to see where this could go."

I stared at him, my mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. The possibility of being more than friends with Benny was both exhilarating and terrifying. Was I ready to take that leap of faith? Could I open my heart again after the pain of the past?

"I...I feel the same way, Benny," I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "But can we take it slow? I don't want to rush into anything without being sure."

A gentle smile tugged at the corners of Benny's lips. "Of course, Y/N. We'll take it one step at a time, at a pace that feels right for both of us."

And just like that, our journey took an unexpected turn. The Sandlot, once a symbol of friendship and baseball, became the backdrop for a new chapter in our lives. It was a summer of surprises, where dreams were not only found on the field but also in the hearts of two young souls navigating the complexities of love.

As the sun set on that eventful day, Benny and I sat side by side, hand in hand, watching the sky burst into hues of orange and pink. The possibilities stretched out before us, and we knew that this summer would be like no other. Together, we were ready to embrace the unknown and discover the magic that lay hidden within the Sandlot and within ourselves.

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 5

Y/N POV

Playing with the guys again felt so right. I feel like I am home. A euphoric feeling is spreading throughout my entire body. As I ran across the field, swinging the bat and catching the ball, I couldn't help but smile. The Sandlot had always been my safe haven, where I felt I truly belonged. Being back on the team, surrounded by old friends, felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders.

Benny's presence next to me was a constant reminder of the pain he put me through. Although we had agreed to start as friends again, I couldn't deny my lingering feelings for him. But for now, I focused on rebuilding the bond with the boys and proving myself on the field.

The sun beat down on us, and laughter and cheers filled the air as we played game after game. It was like the troubles and worries of the outside world had disappeared, and we were just a group of kids enjoying the pure joy of baseball. As the day wore on, I couldn't help but notice Benny stealing glances at me from time to time. His eyes had a mix of longing and regret, and it made my heart ache. I wanted to tell him that I still cared, that maybe there was a chance for us beyond friendship. But for now, it was enough to have him as a friend again.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the Sandlot, we gathered together for a final inning. Benny and I stood side by side, ready to take on any challenge that came our way. The boys, once skeptical of my return, had now fully accepted me back into the fold.

As I stepped up to the plate, I could feel their support and encouragement. The sound of the ball hitting the bat echoed through the air as I swung with all my might. The ball soared through the sky, and the boys cheered as it sailed over the fence, disappearing into the distance.

It was a home run, and the victory was not just mine but a victory for all of us. We had overcome obstacles, repaired friendships, and rediscovered the true spirit of the Sandlot. Together, we were unstoppable.

As the day came to an end, we gathered our gear and said our goodbyes. Benny walked me home, and we talked about everything and nothing at all. The tension between us had eased, and it felt comfortable and familiar, like slipping into a well-worn glove.

At my front door, we stood face to face, a mix of emotions swirling between us. Benny reached out and took my hand in his, a gentle smile on his lips.

"Thank you for giving me a second chance, Y/N," he said softly. "I can't change the past, but I promise to make it up to you."

I looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and determination within them. "I believe you, Benny," I replied, fully meaning it and feeling a flicker of hope ignited within me.

With a final squeeze of my hand, Benny told me goodnight, leaving me standing on the porch with a heart full of possibilities. As I watched him walk away, I knew that the Sandlot had brought us back together for a reason, and I was excited to see where our journey would lead.

As I closed the door behind me, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the Sandlot, a place where friendships were forged, dreams were pursued, and where love had a chance to bloom. The Sandlot had given me a second chance, and I was determined to make the most of it.

A/N: super short chapter, but lmk if you want me to keep updating this story!

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 4

Benny's POV

As I slowly opened my eyes, the pounding in my head reminded me of my intense night. My mind was in disbelief that I got into a full-on brawl with Phillips. However, the guilt I felt over hurting Y/N was unbearable. I knew I had to make it up to her, and I had the perfect plan in mind.

Without wasting any time, I grabbed my bat and glove and made my way to the Sandlot. As much as I wanted to go there for the boys, I also wanted to make things right with Y/N. I took a slight detour to her house and knocked on the door, hoping she was home. She answered the door, and her tired eyes told me she had not gotten any sleep.

"Hey, Benny, Yeah-Yeah's already at the Sandlot. I think they're waiting for you," Y/N said.

"I'm not here for Yeah-Yeah. I'm here for you," I said firmly. "I want you to come with me to the Sandlot. You're getting back on the team."

Y/N looked at me skeptically, unsure of what I was up to. "What do you mean? After what happened last night, I don't think I want to be on the team anymore."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I messed up big time, and I need to make it right. That's why I want to get you back on the team. I need you. The boys don't know it yet, but they need you too," I explained, hoping to convince her to join us.

Y/N sighed, "Benny, I don't know. It's not just about the fight. It's about how you guys treated me before that too. I don't think I can just forgive and forget like that."

"I understand, and I don't expect you to just forget about it. But I promise to make it up to you. We'll make things right together. Please, just come with me to the Sandlot. Talk to the guys, and let's work this out," I pleaded, hoping to persuade her.

After a moment of contemplation, Y/N nodded her head. "Okay, I'll come with you. But if things don't change, I'm out."

"Deal. Let's go," I said, relieved that she agreed.

As we walked towards the Sandlot, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance to make things right. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I was determined to do whatever it took to earn Y/N's forgiveness and trust back.

We walk to the Sandlot together, Y/n hasn't said anything since we left her house. I could tell she was nervous. I grabbed her hand to try to ease her mind, but she pulled away.

"Benny, I don't know what I want right now. After last night, it's just a little too much right now. I was with Phillips, I can't do this to him. I have to figure out what I'm feeling. So, let's just start being friends again," Y/N said with a small frown.

I felt a pang of disappointment, but I respected Y/N's decision. "Okay, we can start as friends," I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

We arrived at the Sandlot, and the boys were waiting for me. As soon as they saw us, they all stopped playing and stared at us.

"What's going on, Benny? Why the hell is she here?" Squints asked, sounding angry.

"I need to talk to you guys," I said, looking at each one of them. "I don't want to explain much but, last night was a mess. I messed up big time. But I'm here to make things right. And that starts with bringing Y/N back onto the team."

The boys exchanged glances, and I could tell they didn't want to let her back on the team.

"But Benny, she betrayed us," Ham protested. "She's sleeping with the enemy!"

"Shut up Ham," I said firmly. "Y/N is a great player, and we need her on our team. We all know what Y/N is capable of. She can play. As far as she and Phillips go, they are no longer together."

I see Yeah-Yeah gives his sister an apologetic look. Yeah-Yeah stops what he's doing and gives Y/N a hug. The boys look at Yeah-Yeah completely shocked. When Yeah-Yeah and Y/N stop hugging, they don't stop staring. They keep looking at Yeah-Yeah with disappointment.

"What? She's my sister. I'm not going to agree with all of her decisions, but I'm going to support her as she supports me. So, yeah, yeah, let's put her back on the team," Yeah-Yeah says to me.

Smalls spoke up next, "I'm with Yeah-Yeah on this one. Y/N has always been a great player, and we can't afford to lose her. Plus, Benny, if you're willing to make things right, then I think we should give her a chance."

The rest of the boys, except for Ham, nodded their heads in agreement. Ham still looked unsure, but he eventually gave in. "Fine, but if she messes up again, she's out for good," he said sternly.

I looked over at Y/N, who was looking relieved and grateful. "Thank you, guys. I promise I won't let you down," she said with a small smile.

The boys went back to playing, and Y/N joined in. I watched her closely, noticing how she fit in with the team. It was like she never left. I knew it was going to take some time, but I was glad we were making progress.

As we continued playing, I couldn't help but think about Y/N and how much I missed her. I knew I had to be patient, but I hoped that someday we could be more than just friends again. For now, I was just happy that she was back on the team and that we were all working together again. It made me feel like I finally did right by her.

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 3

Y/N's POV

"Phillips, there's something I need to tell you," I said, taking a deep breath. Phillips's expression changed. "I needed to talk to you too Y/N," he said. "You can go first, Phillips," I say, hopeful that I can think of an easier way to say what I'm about to say. "Can we sit down?" He asks.

I nod and follow him to the porch swing. He takes my hand and looks me in the eye. "I know things got weird between us today," he begins, "and I want to fix that. I love you, Y/N, and I don't want to lose you."

I feel a pang of guilt in my chest. How could I have let myself get into this situation? "Phillips, I love you too," I reply, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes. "But here's the thing I need to tell you."

"I...I kissed Benny today," I blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer.

Phillips's eyes widened in shock. "What? Why?"

"I don't know. It just happened. And now I'm so confused," I said, tears welling up in my eyes.

Phillips stood up, looking angry and hurt. "You kissed him? After everything, he did to you? After he kicked you off the team and didn't talk to you for a year?"

"I know, I know. It was stupid. But I can't help how I feel," I said, feeling more and more guilty by the second.

Phillips shook his head. "I can't do this, Y/N. I can't be with someone so confused and indecisive. I need someone who knows what they want."

"I understand," I said, feeling defeated.

"I think it's best if we take a break. Figure things out. Maybe we can try again in the future, but for now, I need some space," he said, his voice softening slightly.

I nodded, feeling a mix of sadness and relief. It was over. But at the same time, I knew I had to figure out my feelings for Benny before I could continue anything with Phillips, so maybe it's for the best.

As Phillips walked towards his car, I sat down on my front porch, feeling lost and alone.

Phillips's POV

I was walking to my car dumbfounded. I knew Rodriguez would steal Y/N from me one day. Anger just boiled up inside of me. I knew what I had to do, I had to confront him. Instead of going home, I found myself at the crusty-ass Sandlot where I knew he would be. He basically lives there. Sure enough, I was right, there he was practicing and looking like a goddamn idiot.

I approached him, trying to keep my anger in check. "Rodriguez," I said, my tone cold and angry.

Benny looked up, surprised to see me. "Phillips, what are you doing here?" he asked, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"I need to talk to you," I said, my voice low.

Benny raised an eyebrow. "About what?"

"Y/N," I replied, my anger starting to boil over.

Benny's face fell, and I could see the guilt in his eyes. "Oh shit."

"You kissed her," I said, my voice shaking with anger. "After everything you did to her, you had the audacity to kiss her."

Benny looked down, and then back up. "Yeah? What the hell are you gonna do about it, Phillips?"

My fists clenched at my sides as I took a step closer to him. "Don't push me, Rodriguez. You know damn well what I'm capable of."

Benny smirked, stifling a laugh. "Oh, I know. You're the big, bad captain of the baseball team. Big deal. So what, Phillips? You don't own Y/N. She's not your property."

I gritted my teeth, trying to control my temper. "I know that, Rodriguez. But you know what? I love her. And I'm not gonna let you or anyone else come between us."

Benny's smirk faded, replaced by a look of surprise. "You love her? Since when? You don't know shit about her."

I smirked, "Maybe I don't know as much about her as you do, but remember, I'm the one she's been sleeping next to for almost a year". Benny storms over to me I feel a sharp pain shooting through my nose. That son of a bitch punched me. I then feel the warm and thick liquid dripping down my face.

I stumbled back, holding my nose as I felt the blood gushing out. Benny stood in front of me, his fists clenched and his eyes blazing with anger.

"You don't love her, Phillips. You're just possessive. You think you can own her because she's been sleeping with you? You're a selfish bastard," he spat out.

I wiped the blood off my face and lunged at him, my anger finally getting the best of me. We exchanged blows, hitting each other in a blind rage.

Y/N's POV

As Phillips walked towards his car, I sat down on my front porch, feeling lost and alone. I start to cry. I cannot fathom my thoughts at this moment in time. I can't even go inside and risk waking Yeah-Yeah up, I don't want to talk to my brother about this situation. He's always been so supportive but I don't want to burden him with my problems.

As I sit there, I hear a commotion coming from the Sandlot. Curiosity gets the best of me, and I walk over to see what's going on.

When I arrive, I see Benny and Phillips in the middle of a fight, their fists flying as they exchange blows. I gasp in shock, unable to believe what I'm seeing.

Suddenly, Benny gets the upper hand and delivers a final blow to Phillips, sending him to the ground. I rush over to Phillips, who is lying there bleeding, but still conscious.

"What the hell happened?" I ask, my voice shaking with fear and anger.

Benny looks up at me, his face contorted with pain and regret. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean for it to get like this." 

I shake my head, tears streaming down my face. I kneel next to Phillips, feeling guilty and heartbroken. This was all my fault. If I hadn't kissed Benny, none of this would have happened. "I should have never kissed you, Rodriguez. None of this would have happened if it weren't for me" I said in between sobs. 

"Y/n you know that's not true. Phillips had it coming for a long time anyways" Benny said as if he was trying to lighten up the situation. 

"Benny, this isn't funny. I'm going to take him home" I say as I give Benny a sad expression. 

"Y/N, I-" Benny says and then stops. 

"You what Benny?" I ask.

"You know" He responds cockily.

I just nod, because I do know. It's what caused this entire thing in the first place. I obviously couldn't say it back, Phillips was there and with everything that just happened, I need time to think about things. 

As I help Phillips up and guide him toward his car, I can feel Benny's eyes on me. It's like he's trying to say something but holding back. I want to turn around and confront him, but I can't right now. I need to focus on getting Phillips home and making sure he's okay.

Once I get Phillips home and settled in his bed, I sit beside him and hold his hand. "I'm sorry, Phillips. I never meant for things to get out of hand like this."

"It's not your fault, Y/N. I started it. I kept egging Benny on. I was pissed, he kissed you, I needed to take out my frustration. You know, he actually really cares about you...I said some things I shouldn't have and it lead to this" Phillips says, his voice strained from the pain.

I nod, but I can't help feeling guilty. Now, because of my actions, Phillips is hurt and our relationship may never be the same. "I'm so sorry Phillips, I love you, I do. I just-" I say, but not being able to finish my sentence. 

"You love him too," Phillips responds softly. "It's okay, I've always known. I knew you only started dating me because Rodriguez wasn't interested in you. I just wanted to believe someone as beautiful and perfect as you could want me more" He says hazily. 

Tears are streaming down my face right now, I look over to see Phillips sleeping. I give him a light peck on the forehead and walk down the stairs to the front door. 

I head out the front door and of course, that's when I see Benny in Phillips's driveway. 

As I approach him, he stands up straight, looking at me with a mix of concern and guilt. "How is he?" He asks quietly.

"He's hurt. In more ways than one, but if you're referring to the pain you caused him, he'll live"  I say completely monotone. 

"I'm glad he'll be okay," Benny says, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I noticed you didn't drive to the Sandlot, do you want me to walk you home?" Benny offered sweetly. 

I wanted to turn him down, but I also didn't want to be alone at this moment, so I reluctantly accepted. 

We were walking home in silence until Benny had the courage to break it. 

"I know you're probably angry with me right now, but I want you to know that I never intended for things to turn out this way," Benny says, his voice full of remorse.

"I don't know what to think, Benny" I respond, my voice still quiet. 

"Then you don't have to," Benny said. 

Before I could even respond, his lips were on mine. It felt just as magical as it did the first time. 

As magical as it felt, I knew I had to pull away from him. "Benny, Phillips is hurt because of us. This, right now, it just feels wrong." 

Benny nods with his gaze lowered. "I know. I'm sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't have done that. It was selfish of me," he says, sounding defeated.

We walk in silence until we reach my porch. "Thanks for walking me home Benny", I say finally breaking the awkward silence. 

"Of course Y/N, try to get some sleep", Benny responds, his voice soft and somber as he starts walking to his house, which was just a block over. 

I can't stop thinking about what happened as I lay in bed that night. I feel guilty for hurting Phillips and confused about my feelings for Benny. But one thing is clear - I need to figure out what I want and do it soon. The longer I wait, the more damage I could cause.

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt. 2

Y/N's POV

I get to my destination, a place well-known to me, a place where I haven't been in forever, the Sandlot. I start walking toward the field. On the field, I saw Benny practicing his hitting. I immediately felt a knot in my stomach. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. Being here on this old baseball field with him reminds me of the countless nights he and I would hang out here and talk about the future. 

As I approach the field, memories of our past flood my mind. I remember the first time Benny taught me how to pitch and how proud he was of me when I finally threw a strike. He was so excited. I remember the late nights we spent in this field, dreaming about our future careers and what we would do with our lives. But most of all, I remember the way my heart used to flutter whenever he looked at me.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts and I notice myself focusing on Benny. He hits the ball over to the edge of the fence with ease, and I watch as he retrieves it and gets back into position. He's wearing a white tight-fitting tank top, and sweat glistens on his perfectly tanned skin. His muscles ripple with every swing, and I can't help but feel drawn to him.

Suddenly, Benny looks up and catches me staring at him. I blush and look away, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he continues hitting the ball with even more force. The sound of the bat hitting the ball echoes through the empty field, and I can feel the ground vibrating beneath my feet.

After a few more swings, Benny finally acknowledges my presence, but he doesn't stop practicing. "Hey. Don't you have something better to do? Like, make out with Phillips." Benny said. His words stung a little bit.

 The boy who used to be my best friend, acting as if he doesn't want anything to do with me. I finally gain the courage to say something, "I could, but I don't want to".  

"Why not? You seem to love it when you're right in front of my locker." He said. "Technically, it was Phillips's locker. Yours just so happens to be next to his," I say. 

"Whatever Y/N" He replies while rolling his eyes. "Why do you even care about what we do?" I asked. 

He stops practicing. Suddenly he dropped his bat and walked over toward me. We're only inches apart. I can feel his hot breath on my face. He's breathing heavily from the strenuous hitting. "Are you going to answer my question, Rodriguez?" I'm speechless, my mind racing with a million different thoughts. Suddenly, Benny leans in and puts his lips on mine. It's like a jolt of electricity shoots through my body, and I respond eagerly, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. We kiss passionately, lost in the moment, and it feels like nothing else exists except the two of us on this old baseball field. 

I feel the soft grass beneath my feet and the cool breeze blowing against my skin. Benny's lips were incredibly soft, and the taste of his minty breath filled my senses. His strong, calloused hands were on my face, sending shivers down my spine. He slides his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance into my mouth, and I eagerly allow him in. The feeling of our tongues touching each other sent a warm, tingling sensation throughout my body.

I find the strength to push him away, breaking the spell. I finally have time to put my thoughts together, I was happy, but at the same time, I was incredibly angry. "You don't talk to me for almost a year and then you just kiss me as if nothing fucking happened?" I yell, my heart racing. "Y/N, you have to understand, I was hurt," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes pleading with me to forgive him.

"Yeah, well, so was I," I said as I start heading back to my house. "Y/N wait! Please let me explain everything" Benny replies with worry in his voice. I stay monotone as I say "You have 5 minutes Rodriguez." 

 "I care because I like you, I have since the first day we met. When you stopped coming to the Sandlot after the guys kicked you off the team and you started dating Phillips I was crushed. You're the first girl I ever felt something for. I've liked you since the first time you threw a perfect strike. You had the biggest smile on your face, and I fell in love right then and there. You can't say you didn't feel anything in that kiss because I know you did. You can't deny it, Y/N." Benny said. 

"Yes Benny, I did feel something in that kiss. But I'm with Phillips now, and I can't just leave him for you. You hurt me when you kicked me off the team, and you hurt me again by disappearing without a word. You can't just come back into my life and expect everything to be okay. Benny, you were my best friend. On the countless nights when we would talk about the future, you said girls were the last thing on your mind. You wanted to put baseball first, and I respected that"

Benny's expression softened. "I know, Y/N. I messed up. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. I'll show you that I'm not just going to prioritize baseball. I want to prioritize you. I'll prove to you that I'm the one who deserves your heart."

I sighed, feeling conflicted. Part of me wanted to believe him, but another part was afraid to let go of what I had with Phillips. "I don't know, Benny. You've hurt me a lot in the past year. I don't even know who you are anymore."

"I understand. But I need you to know that I'll do anything for you. I care about you more than anything else in this world."

I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity. But all I saw was raw, unguarded emotion. Maybe, just maybe, he was telling the truth.

"Okay, but just as friends for now," I said, surprising even myself. "Let's see what happens by the end of the summer. But if you hurt me again, Rodriguez, I won't hesitate to walk away."

"I won't let you down," he promised, and we parted ways. As I walked home, my mind was filled with uncertainty and doubt. But at the same time, there was a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, Benny and I could make things work. Only time would tell.

My mind rushed back to Phillips. I love him. I can't just tell him that I just made out with Benny at the Sandlot. I reach my driveway, and that's when I see it. Phillips's car was parked in my driveway as well. 

My heart sank as I saw Phillips sitting on my front porch, looking exhausted. It was obvious he had been here for a while. I took a deep breath and walked up to him, trying to hide the guilt and confusion that was churning inside me.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"I needed to talk to you," he said, standing up and facing me. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, and I had to see you."

I felt a pang of guilt as I thought about what had just happened with Benny. How could I face Phillips now?

But as I looked into his eyes, I realized that my feelings for him were still strong. I knew that I had to be honest with him, even if it hurt.

"Phillips, there's something I need to tell you," I said, taking a deep breath.

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 1.

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

Actual Story: Y/N's POV

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

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

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

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

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

"You okay babe?" Phillips asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lmk if y’all want part 2!! <3

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