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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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Breakin' Dishes: Conrad Fisher x fem!reader ⚠️smut⚠️

The kitchen felt colder than it should have, the hum of the refrigerator filling the silence between you. Conrad leaned against the counter, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the floor like the tile was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Say something,” you pushed, your voice strained.

He shook his head. “I don’t want to fight.”

“That’s the problem,” you snapped. “You don’t want to fight, you don’t want to talk, you don’t want to feel. You just shut down and leave me out here looking like an idiot who cares too much.”

His head jerked up, eyes flashing. “You think I don’t care?”

“You don’t act like it!” you fired back, your chest heaving. “I’m trying, Conrad. Every single day I’m trying to love you through whatever storm you’ve got going on, and all I get in return is silence.”

His jaw clenched, voice low and dangerous. “You don’t know what it’s like.”

You stepped closer, daring him. “Then tell me! Explain it! Let me in instead of building walls so high I can’t even see over them.”

Something in him cracked, and his voice rose. “Because if you saw all of it, the way I spiral, the way I screw everything up, you’d run. Everyone leaves when they realize I’m not who they thought I was.”

Your throat tightened, but the anger was louder than the ache. “I’m not everyone, Conrad. I’m here. And if you can’t see that, if you can’t trust me enough to stay when it gets messy, then maybe you don’t actually want me.”

The words landed like a slap. His eyes darkened, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “Don’t you dare say that. You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted.”

“Then prove it,” you shot back, breath shaking. “Because right now, it feels like I’m fighting for both of us.”

For a moment, the room was dead quiet, both of you breathing hard, like the air itself might shatter. Then Conrad moved quickly and decisively. He grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him, his mouth crashing onto yours in a kiss that was all teeth and heat and desperation.

You gasped against him, nails digging into his shoulders, and he didn’t hesitate. His hands slid lower, gripping the back of your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly, setting you on the countertop.

His voice was a growl against your lips. “You want proof? I’ll show you proof.”

Conrad’s breath was ragged against your mouth as he pinned you to the countertop, dishes clattering to the floor.

“You think I don’t want you?” he growled, tugging at your shirt until the fabric strained. “I can’t stop wanting you. You’re all I think about..every second.”

Your nails scraped down his back, pulling him closer. “Then stop shutting me out. Stop making me feel like I’m not enough for you.”

His hands tightened on your thighs, pulling you flush against him. “You’re too much,” he said, almost like a confession. “Too perfect, too good for me…and I’m so fucking scared of losing you.”

You caught his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. “Then don’t lose me. Keep me. Show me.”

That broke him. He kissed you like he was trying to devour the words off your lips, messy and desperate. Another plate shattered when your heel knocked it from the counter, but neither of you flinched.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against your skin, voice low and hoarse, like he wasn’t asking, he was begging. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

“Yours,” you breathed, pulling his hair hard enough to make him groan. “I’ve always been yours, Conrad.”

Conrad freezes for a brief moment at your words. Suddenly, he's more desperate than ever, and he deepens the kiss as his hands find the hem of your shirt,

tugging it upward with rough urgency. The fabric catches for a second, and he growls in frustration before yanking it over your head and tossing it somewhere behind him.

The cool air against your skin makes you shiver, but Conrad’s mouth is already trailing down your neck, hot and frantic. His hands splay across your waist, thumbs brushing the bare skin just above your jeans.

You grip his shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion, needing him just as much as he needs you. His chest presses against yours, and the heat of his skin makes you gasp.

“God, you drive me insane,” he mutters against your collarbone, lips brushing your skin between words.

Your nails dig into his back, pulling him closer. “Then stop pushing me away.”

His head snaps up, eyes dark, breathing ragged. “Never again,” he promises, voice hoarse, before crashing his mouth back onto yours.

One of his hands fumbles at the button of your jeans, tugging with so much urgency it pops open in an instant. His fingers slip beneath the waistband, pulling at the denim until you lift your hips, helping him shove them down. The countertop scrapes your back as you move, another plate tipping off the edge and smashing on the floor.

You’re breathless, half laughing, half moaning into his mouth. “You’re making a mess—”

“Don’t care,” Conrad cuts you off, voice low, almost feral. “Only care about you.”

You tug at his waistband in return, fingers shaky, frustrated at how slow it feels. He curses under his breath, ripping the zipper open himself and kicking his jeans down in a rush.

Now there’s nothing left between you but heat, bare skin pressed to bare skin. His hands roam desperately over your thighs, your hips, your sides, like he can’t decide where to touch you first. You wrap your legs tighter around him, dragging him flush against you, pulling a groan from deep in his chest.

His forehead drops against yours, his voice rough and wrecked. “You’re mine. Say it again.”

“Yours,” you breathe, nails scraping at his shoulders as your lips brush his. “I’ve always been yours.”

The words undo him completely. With one last shove, he spreads your legs wider against the counter, holding you there like you’re the only thing anchoring him to earth.

Conrad pulls back just enough to look at you, his chest heaving, hair falling into his eyes. His gaze drags down your body, and the raw hunger there makes your stomach flip.

He sees how ready you are for him, and his restraint snaps. With a low groan, he grips your hips and wastes no time sliding into you.

The sound that leaves your throat is half gasp, half moan, echoing in the wrecked kitchen. The counter digs into your back, but all you can focus on is the way Conrad fills you, the way he moves like he’s been starving for this.

“Fuck,” he mutters against your skin, jaw tight, voice wrecked. “So perfect. So fucking perfect.”

Conrad’s pace is relentless, each thrust driving the breath from your lungs and making the countertop groan beneath you. Shards of broken dishes glitter on the floor, but all you can feel is the way he moves inside you, messy, desperate, like he’s pouring every unsaid word into the motion.

Your legs tighten around his waist, forcing him deeper, dragging a groan from his chest. His hands grip your hips hard enough to leave marks, his jaw tight as he buries his face in your neck.

“God, Y/N,” he mutters, voice breaking. “You feel—” He cuts himself off with a ragged moan, teeth grazing your skin.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, yanking him closer. “Don’t stop,” you gasp, your voice half-plea, half-command.

His rhythm stutters for a second, his forehead pressing against yours, eyes blazing. “Could never stop. Not with you.”

The counter jerks under the force of his movements, another glass toppling and shattering to the ground. The sound barely registers. Your world is narrowed to Conrad’s body, Conrad’s voice, Conrad’s desperate need to prove he’s not letting you go.

Conrad slows just enough to shift, one of his hands sliding from your hip and down to your clit. His fingers find you with practiced ease, moving in sync with every sharp thrust of his hips.

The sudden extra pressure makes you cry out, your head tipping back against the cabinet. “Conrad—”

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear, his voice wrecked. “I need you to feel everything I feel right now. Don’t hold back.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders as he works you closer to the edge, each stroke of his fingers perfectly timed with his movements inside you. The dual sensation is overwhelming, your whole body tightening around him.

“Look at me,” he demands again, his forehead pressing to yours as your eyes flutter open. The intensity in his gaze almost undoes you right there. “That’s it. That’s my girl. Stay with me.”

Another dish clatters to the floor as the counter jolts beneath you, but the sound is drowned out by your own gasps, his low groans, and the dizzying rush of pleasure building under his touch.

Your body tightens around him, every nerve pulled taut as his fingers work in rhythm with the relentless thrusts of his hips. It’s too much, his mouth on your skin, his ragged whispers in your ear, the broken dishes scattered on the floor beneath you.

“Conrad—” you gasp, nails dragging down his back.

“Let go for me,” he urges, his voice low and wrecked, almost begging. “I’ve got you, Y/N. I’ll always have you.”

The sound of his words, so raw, so certain, tips you over the edge. The pleasure crashes through you, tearing a cry from your throat as your whole body shudders against him. He groans at the feeling of you, his pace faltering, then unraveling completely as he buries his face in your neck and follows you over the edge.

The kitchen is chaos, glass in shards, the counter shifted half an inch from where it started—but all you feel is Conrad, clinging to you like you’re the only thing keeping him steady.

For a long moment, the only sound is both of you gasping, skin slick and hearts hammering in sync. Slowly, his grip softens, his fingers brushing your waist in lazy, grounding circles.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his chest heaving, eyes glassy with more than just exertion. “You’re it for me,” he whispers, voice hoarse but certain. “I swear I’ll never shut you out again.”

You cup his face, brushing a thumb over the damp hair clinging to his forehead. “Good,” you breathe, still catching your own. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

He kisses you then, not messy or frantic this time, but slow, steady, like he’s sealing the promise between you. The fight feels distant now, buried beneath the wreckage of shattered dishes and whispered confessions.

In his arms, even in the middle of the chaos, you know you’ve never felt more wanted.

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Hot Summer Nights: Conrad Fisher x Reader ⚠️SMUT⚠️

The porch light at the Cousins beach house glowed faintly, moths fluttering around it in the humid evening air. You leaned against the railing, the sound of waves carrying across the sand and a glass of lemonade still sweating in your hand. The rest of the house was noisy. Steven yelling at Jeremiah over cards, Belly and Laurel clinking dishes in the kitchen but Conrad had slipped outside earlier, leaving behind the chaos.

You found him sprawled on the porch swing, one arm draped lazily across the backrest, his white t-shirt stretched just enough to show the faint definition of his chest. His eyes were fixed on the stars, but when he heard the door creak, his gaze shifted to you and it was the kind of look that stopped your breath.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you teased softly, sliding into the swing beside him.

He smirked faintly, his eyes dark in the dim light. “Could ask you the same thing.”

For a moment, the two of you just swayed gently in the swing, your bare knees brushing his as cicadas buzzed in the distance. Then he tilted his head closer, his voice dropping. “You know I like it better out here. Just us.”

Your chest tightened in that warm, dizzy way it always did with Conrad. The way he could be so effortlessly sweet, then turn it into something more dangerous with just a look.

“You’re impossible,” you whispered, but you were already leaning closer.

He reached out, catching your hand and tugging you gently until you were practically in his lap. His palm slid against your thigh, hot and firm, while his other hand cupped your jaw, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone.

The kiss started soft, slow enough to taste the lemonade still lingering on your lips. But Conrad wasn’t one for patience. Not when it came to you. His tongue brushed against yours, teasing, coaxing you deeper, until the swing creaked under the shift of your bodies. His hand slipped under the hem of your sundress, fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin, and you gasped into his mouth.

“Conrad,” you whispered, breaking the kiss only long enough to breathe.

His forehead pressed to yours, his lips still brushing yours as he murmured, “Say my name again.”

The need in his voice sent heat spiraling through you. He kissed down your throat, slow and possessive, leaving faint marks that only the summer air would see. The salt from the ocean mixed with his cologne, dizzying you until all you could focus on was the press of his body against yours and the quiet sound of his breath when you tugged at his hair.

He pulled back just long enough to look at you, his eyes burning with that rare openness he usually kept locked away. “You drive me insane, you know that?”

You smiled breathlessly, tugging him closer again. “Good.”

The rest of the world faded out, the waves, the cicadas, even the voices from inside. All that mattered was Conrad, and the way he held you like you were both his softest weakness and his fiercest desire.

The swing creaked under the weight of both your bodies, Conrad’s hands already sliding higher up your thighs. The taste of lemonade and his breath mingled between messy kisses, and when his teeth caught your bottom lip, you whimpered softly. That sound…your sound..made him groan into your mouth, his fingers gripping tighter like he couldn’t get close enough.

“Inside,” he muttered, voice low and rough. He didn’t wait for an answer, tugging you up with him, his large hand warm in yours as he pulled you through the dark beach house. Up the stairs, past the muffled laughter from the living room, until his bedroom door clicked shut.

The moment it did, his lips crashed back onto yours. You barely had time to breathe before his hands were under your dress, pushing it higher, his palms kneading your thighs, your ass. You gasped as he backed you against the door, the hard press of his body against yours making your head spin.

“Been thinking about this all damn summer,” he admitted, his voice hot against your neck. His mouth found the sensitive spot just below your ear, sucking hard enough to make your knees buckle.

Your fingers tangled in his messy hair, tugging until he groaned, that deep, broken sound that made heat pool between your legs. When his hand slipped under your panties, sliding over your slickness, Conrad’s breath caught.

“Fuck,” he rasped, dragging his thumb across your clit in slow, deliberate circles. “You’re already so wet for me.”

Your hips rolled into his hand instinctively, desperate for more. His eyes darkened as he watched you fall apart, his lips curling into a smirk. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.”

“I want you,” you whispered breathlessly. “Now.”

That was all he needed. He stripped you down fast, but careful, scattering kisses across every inch of newly bare skin as if he needed to worship you before he claimed you. His own shirt hit the floor, followed by his jeans, until you felt the hard length of him pressing against your thigh.

The way he looked at you, like you were his entire world, nearly undid you before he even pushed inside. He groaned into your mouth as he bottomed out, his grip tightening on your hips. “Jesus, you feel so good,” he panted, forehead resting against yours.

Every thrust was deep, controlled, but full of that summer hunger he’d been holding back. The headboard thudded softly against the wall as you clung to him, your nails dragging down his back. He hissed at the sting, then kissed you harder, fucking you like he needed you more than air.

“Conrad,” you gasped, your body arching under his.

“Say it again,” he begged, his pace faltering as he buried his face in your neck. “Say my name when you come.”

And you did, loud and breathless, as waves of pleasure tore through you, your body trembling around him. The way you clenched down had him spilling seconds later, groaning your name against your skin like a confession.

The room was still humming with the echo of your release, the waves outside crashing in time with your racing heartbeat. Conrad stayed inside you for a long moment, his forehead pressed to yours, both of you catching your breath in the heavy summer air. His chest rose and fell against yours, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Slowly, he pulled out, hissing softly at the sensitivity. You winced at the sudden emptiness, but then he was moving carefully, gently laying you back against the pillows. His hands were shaky but deliberate as he grabbed a clean t-shirt from the floor, wiping between your thighs with the soft cotton. His eyes flicked up to yours, checking, always checking.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, his voice hoarse from groaning your name.

“Mm-hmm,” you whispered, still dazed. “More than okay.”

He gave you that small, rare smile that melted you more than anything else, before tugging his t-shirt over your head so it hung loose on your body. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips, slow this time, unhurried, as if he wanted to pour comfort into every touch.

“Stay right here,” he murmured, slipping off the bed for just a moment. You heard the faint splash of water, the rattle of ice from the cooler he kept by the window, then he was back, holding a glass out for you. “Drink, baby.”

The pet name made your chest ache in the sweetest way. You sat up enough to sip the cold water, Conrad steadying the glass in your hands. His thumb brushed absent-mindedly over your knuckles the whole time.

When you were settled again, he climbed back into bed, pulling you into his chest with your head tucked under his chin. He traced lazy shapes over your arm, your shoulder, your hip, grounding you with every stroke.

“You were perfect,” he whispered into your hair, lips brushing against your scalp. “So, so perfect.”

The words made your eyes sting with sudden emotion. You curled closer, letting his warmth and his scent wrap around you, the ocean breeze drifting through the cracked window. He shifted just enough to press another kiss to your temple, lingering there.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” His voice was low, vulnerable.

“I know,” you murmured, pressing your palm to his chest, right over his heart. “I’ve never felt safer than with you.”

Conrad exhaled, his whole body relaxing against you. He pulled the blanket higher, tucking it around your shoulders, then whispered, “Sleep, pretty girl. I’ve got you.”

And with his arms around you, his heartbeat steady in your ear, you finally drifted off safe and loved.

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Beach House Nights: Conrad Fisher x Reader

The warm glow of string lights hung across the Fisher beach house porch, casting a soft shimmer on the waves below. You leaned against the railing, arms folded loosely as the salty breeze toyed with your hair. Everyone else had gone inside, laughter faintly echoing through the screen door, but you’d needed a moment of quiet.

The boards creaked behind you. “There you are,” Conrad’s voice was low, a little husky from the ocean air.

You turned and smiled. “Just needed some air.”

He nodded, coming to stand beside you. His shoulder brushed yours, just enough to make your heart skip. For a few moments, the two of you just stood there, listening to the waves crash against the shore. Then, he glanced sideways at you with that shy little half-smile that always gave him away.

“You know,” he murmured, “you make this place feel different. Better.”

Your chest tightened at the softness in his tone. You laughed lightly, trying to brush off the way your cheeks warmed. “That’s a big compliment coming from someone who practically grew up here.”

Conrad tilted his head, a strand of dark hair falling into his eyes. “It’s not the house,” he said quietly. “It’s you.”

You looked at him then, really looked at him. His ocean-blue eyes caught the light like glass, and for a second you forgot how to breathe.

“I didn’t think you noticed me that much,” you admitted softly.

He let out a short laugh, almost disbelieving. “Are you kidding? You’re all I notice.”

The words hung in the humid night air, vulnerable and unpolished, but real.

You shifted closer, your hand brushing against his on the railing. “You’re not exactly easy to ignore either, Fisher.”

A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. He reached down, fingers tentative at first, then deliberate, sliding into yours like they belonged there. His thumb brushed gentle circles over your skin, grounding you both.

The sound of cicadas hummed in the distance, blending with the crash of waves. The world had gone quiet, leaving only the two of you in this little bubble of porch light and salt air.

“Conrad?” you whispered, your head tilted toward him.

“Yeah?” His voice cracked the tiniest bit, like he was nervous.

You leaned in, heart pounding, and whispered, “I’m glad you came out here.”

His breath hitched, and for a second he didn’t answer. Then he bent closer, so close you could feel the warmth of his cheek, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“I always will,” he murmured. “Wherever you are, that’s where I want to be.”

Your heart swelled, the ache of summer love settling deep in your chest. Before you could lose your nerve, you turned your face toward his. The space between you disappeared, and his lips met yours in the softest kiss. Hesitant at first, then stronger, sweeter, like he’d been holding back all summer.

When you finally broke apart, foreheads resting together, Conrad let out a shaky laugh. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

You smiled, breathless. “Guess I do now.”

And under the glow of the string lights, with the whole world asleep around you, Conrad Fisher held your hand tighter and kissed you again like you were the only thing that mattered.

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Just Us...Almost: Fred WeasleyxReader

The castle was unusually quiet, the only light spilling through the tall windows of the Gryffindor common room. You sat curled up in an armchair near the fire, quill and parchment abandoned beside you. Outside, the sky had faded from pale gold to midnight blue, the stars glittering like sparks in the still night.

Fred had promised to meet you once he finished cleaning up after practice, and your heart gave a little jolt every time you heard footsteps on the staircase. Sure enough, the portrait door creaked open and in he came, hair still damp from a quick shower, Quidditch jumper hanging loosely on his frame.

“Evening, love,” he said softly, his grin wide but his voice unusually gentle, reserved just for you.

You smiled back, standing as he dropped his broom near the couch. “Rough practice?”

“Better now.” He stepped forward, arms sliding around your waist before you could even reply. His chest was warm, solid against yours, and you inhaled the familiar scent of soap, grass, and the faintest trace of fireworks.

“I missed you,” you whispered, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze.

His smirk faltered into something softer, more vulnerable. “Merlin, I missed you too.”

When he kissed you, it wasn’t rushed or mischievous—it was slow, lingering, his lips coaxing yours into a rhythm that made the world outside vanish. His hands found your lower back, tugging you closer, while yours threaded into his damp hair, tugging just enough to make him hum against your mouth.

Fred pulled back only a fraction, his forehead resting against yours, breath warm and uneven. “I swear, you drive me absolutely mad,” he murmured, thumb brushing over your hip like he was memorizing you.

You giggled softly, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertip. “I thought you liked that.”

“I love that,” he corrected, a mischievous glint sparking in his eyes. “I love you.”

Your heart leapt, the words tumbling from your lips without hesitation. “I love you too.”

He kissed you again, deeper this time, until you found yourselves tangled on the couch, his hands holding you as if letting go wasn’t an option. The fire crackled beside you, shadows dancing across the walls, but all you could feel was him—the weight of his arm across your waist, the steady beat of his heart under your palm, the way his laughter broke between kisses.

Fred’s kisses deepened until you were breathless, but he pulled back just enough to grin at you with that reckless sparkle in his eyes.

“As much as I love an audience,” he murmured, glancing at the empty common room, “I’m not about to give the entire House a free show.”

Before you could reply, he scooped you up effortlessly, arms sliding under your knees and back. You gasped, half laughing, half clinging to his shoulders.

“Fred!” you whispered, trying not to be too loud as he carried you toward the boys’ dormitory staircase.

“What?” he teased, his lips brushing along your jaw as he started climbing. “I’m a gentleman. Just… a gentleman who can’t keep his hands off you.”

You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him down for another kiss. Somehow he managed both—kissing you with that dizzying urgency and carrying you up the steps with ease. Your laughter mingled with the creak of the old stairs until the door swung open to his dormitory.

And then—

“Bloody hell!” George’s voice cut through the haze, making you jolt in Fred’s arms.

Fred didn’t even pause. He kicked the door shut behind him, still holding you as he turned his head toward his twin. “Out.”

George was halfway through pulling off his own shirt, clearly ready for bed. His eyebrows shot up, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Well, well, look who finally grew the courage. About time, Freddie.”

“George,” Fred warned, setting you gently on your feet but keeping one arm wrapped tight around your waist. “Leave.”

George leaned back on his bed, completely unfazed. “And miss this? Not a chance.”

Your face burned, and you buried it in Fred’s chest, muffling your laugh. Fred groaned dramatically, running a hand down his face.

“I swear, I’m going to hex you bald,” he muttered.

George only smirked wider. “Romantic, that. Don’t mind me—pretend I’m not even here.” He flopped back onto his pillow with a chuckle.

Fred looked back down at you, eyes soft despite his irritation. “Ignore him, love. He’ll get bored eventually.”

You giggled, tugging him down by his collar for another kiss, deliberately ignoring George’s snickering in the background. Fred kissed you back hungrily, his free hand cupping your jaw as though daring his brother to keep watching.

For a moment, it was just you and him again—the warmth of his mouth, the steady thrum of his heart, and the way he held you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

And from the other side of the room came George’s muffled groan. “Honestly, I’m going to need earplugs, aren’t I?”

Fred broke the kiss to glare over his shoulder. “Get. Out.”

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A Not So Quiet Night Carl Grimes x Reader

⚠️smut ahead⚠️

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the walls of the Alexandria Safe-Zone. You leaned against the window, watching the sky transition from a warm orange to a deep indigo. The air was cooler now, a welcome respite from the sweltering heat of the day.

Carl had promised to meet you at your house once his shift was over. You could see the top of the watchtower from your vantage point, a solitary silhouette against the darkening sky. Your heart fluttered at the thought of him. He was brave, resourceful, and despite everything, he still managed to hold on to his kindness.

The soft knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts. You open it to find Carl standing there, his hat tilted back and a small smile playing on his lips.

"Hey," he said, his voice warm and familiar.

"Hey," you replied, stepping aside to let him in.

He walked in, his boots making a soft thud on the wooden floor. He looked tired, but his eyes were bright with anticipation. He took off his hat and set it on the table, running a hand through his unruly hair.

"You look like you've had a long day," you said, reaching out to touch his arm.

"Yeah, but it's better now," he said, pulling you into a hug.

You melted into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. He smelled of earth and sweat, a scent that had become comforting in its own way. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes.

"I missed you," he said softly.

"I missed you too," you whispered.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss. It was sweet and slow, a moment of peace in the chaos of the world outside. You wrapped your arms around his neck, savoring the warmth and comfort of his presence.

After a moment, he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. His breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," he murmured.

"Me too," you replied, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "How about we make tonight last as long as we can?"

You grinned, taking his hand and leading him to the couch. You both sat down, and he pulled you into his lap. His hands were on your waist, his touch both firm and gentle. You traced the line of his jaw with your fingers, marveling at how he could be so strong yet so tender.

You pull him into a deep kiss as you straddle his hips. He instantly kisses back with a sense of urgency. You could feel the tension building between you two. You straddle him tighter while slightly grinding against him. You feel Carl’s bulge get bigger by the second. Carl moves his hand to your belt, unbuckling it with such speed.

Once Carl gets your belt undone, he starts unbuttoning your pants. The heat of Carl's body is intoxicating. His lips move passionately against yours, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You feel his hands moving over your back, caressing your skin. His touch is electric, and you can't help but lean into him, wanting more. As you grind against him, you can feel his excitement growing. The anticipation is building, and you know that this moment is going to be one to remember. You break away from the kiss, gasping for air, and look into his eyes. They are filled with desire, and you know that he wants you just as much as you want him.

As you pull away from the kiss, you feel Carl's grip tighten around your waist. He pulls you closer, his breath hot against your neck. His voice is a whisper in your ear. "I want you," he says, his words sending shivers down your spine. You feel his hands slide under your shirt, tracing the curves of your body. His touch is both gentle and possessive, and you can't help but moan softly as he moves his hands over your skin. You want him too, and you know that he's going to give you everything you want.

Carl's lips move down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he goes. His hands move to the buttons of your shirt, undoing them one by one. You feel his lips on your collarbone, and you arch your back, giving him better access. You can feel his breath on your skin, and it sends shivers down your spine. You can't believe how good this feels. As he pulls your shirt off, you can see the hunger in his eyes. He wants you, and he's not going to stop until he has you.

Carl leans down and kisses your chest, his lips moving over your breasts. His hands move to your waist, and he pulls you closer. You can feel his body pressed against yours, and it's like nothing you've ever felt before. The heat of his body is overwhelming, and you can't help but gasp as his tongue flicks over your nipple. You arch your back, pushing yourself against him, and he responds by biting down gently.

You can feel the tension building in your body as Carl continues to kiss and touch you. His hands move down your body, tracing the curves of your hips and thighs. He pulls you closer, his mouth moving to your neck. You can feel his teeth grazing your skin, and you moan softly. You can't believe how much you want him, and you can't wait to feel him inside you.

Carl moves his hand down to your waist, and you can feel his fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear. He starts to pull them down, his movements slow and deliberate. You can feel the anticipation building as he moves his hand lower and lower. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you can't help but let out a small gasp as his fingers brush against your skin.

As Carl continues to caress you, his fingers move higher and higher. You can feel the tension building between your legs, and you know that you want him more than anything. He moves his lips back up to your neck, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin. You can feel his breath on your skin, and it's driving you crazy. He pulls away for a moment, looking into your eyes. "Are you ready?" he whispers.

You nod your head, unable to speak. Carl smiles and leans down to kiss you again. His lips are soft and gentle, but you can feel the passion behind them. As he pulls away, he reaches down and pulls off his shirt, revealing his toned body. You can't help but stare at him, admiring his physique. He moves back to you, kissing you again as his hands move to your waist. He lifts you up and lays you down on the couch, moving over you.

Carl slowly inserts his large dick into you, his pace slow and steady and his finger moving in circles around your clit. You can feel the pressure building inside you, and you know that you're close to finishing. You dig your nails into his back, pulling him closer to you as you writhe in pleasure. "Oh god," you moan. "Don't stop. Carl increases his speed and moves rapidly while inside of you. It hurts but feels so good. You can feel his hardness filling you up, and it's making you feral. You dig your nails deeper into his back, leaving scratches all over his skin. You start to feel pressure building inside of you. You moan loudly, your body shaking with pleasure. "Oh God," you cry out.

Carl slows down, ensuring that you don't finish too quickly. "You're so fucking hot," he whispers. "I love knowing that I make you feel like this." He starts to move again, this time slower than when he first started. It was painful to bear. You can feel every inch of him inside you and it's driving you insane. You moan softly, "Faster. I need you to go faster."

Carl picks up his pace, thrusting into you with ease. You can feel yourself getting close again, and you know you're about to cum. "Carl, I'm cumming" you moan out, still digging your nails into his back. "Cum for me, I want you feel you cum all over me," He whispers as sweat glistens off of him.

Soon after you're done, Carl reaches his climax. He collapses on top of you, his breath coming in short gasps. You lie there together breathing heavily. "That was amazing," you say, reaching up to stroke his long brown hair. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he says,

Once you and Carl got situated, you talked for hours, sharing stories and memories, laughing at the small moments that had become precious in these uncertain times. He told you about his day, the challenges he faced, and the small victories that kept him going. You listened, offering support and understanding, knowing that being there for each other was what mattered most.

As the night wore on, you both grew quiet, content to simply be in each other's presence. The stars twinkled outside the window, casting a soft glow over the room. You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

"I love you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart swelling with emotion.

He pulled you closer, wrapping you in his arms as you both settled into a comfortable silence. The night stretched on, filled with whispered promises and shared warmth. For a little while, you were able to forget the dangers outside and just be with him. It was a night that you would treasure. And as you lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that no matter how fucked up the world gets, you would always have this.

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt. 11 LAST PART

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

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

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

Ten Years Later

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 10

Five Years Later

The Sandlot hadn't changed much over the years. It remained a sacred place where memories were etched into the dirt and dreams were woven into the fabric of our youth. But the boys and I, we had grown. Time had a way of moving forward, taking us along with it, but no matter how far we traveled or how much we changed, the Sandlot always brought us back to where it all began.

We had all graduated high school and were now scattered in different directions. Benny had made it to the minor leagues, his dream of playing professional baseball finally within reach. The rest of us pursued different paths—college, jobs, and new adventures—but the bond we shared remained unbroken.

Today was special. It was the day of our reunion game, a tradition we had vowed to keep no matter where life took us. As I approached the Sandlot, the familiar sights and sounds filled me with a sense of nostalgia and excitement. The worn-out bases, the rickety fence, and the old tree that had served as our meeting point stood as reminders of the countless summers we had spent here.

Benny was already there, warming up with a few practice swings. His smile widened as he saw me approach. "Hey, Y/N," he called out, his voice filled with warmth. "Ready for another epic game?"

"Always," I replied, my heart swelling with affection for the boy who had become so much more.

One by one, the others arrived—Yeah-Yeah, Squints, Timmy, and of course, Ham. Their laughter and banter filled the air, each one of them bringing with them a piece of the past that made our reunion feel complete.

"Look who decided to show up," Ham teased as he pulled me into a bear hug. "Thought you'd forgotten how to play."

"Not a chance," I shot back, returning his hug with equal enthusiasm. "But I see you haven't forgotten how to be a pain in the ass."

Ham laughed, his trademark grin spreading across his face. "Never."

Yeah-Yeah strolled over, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, Benny, how's the almost pro baseball life treating you? And more importantly, are you still hitting home runs?"

Benny shrugged modestly, but the pride in his eyes was undeniable. "It's tough, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. And yeah, I've had my fair share of home runs."

"Show-off," Squints muttered, though his grin betrayed his true feelings.

As we prepared for the game, a familiar voice rang out from behind us. "Hey, guys! Guess what I found?"

We turned to see Ham holding up a small packet with a mischievous grin. "Chewing tobacco!"

The collective groan that followed was instantaneous. "Seriously, Ham?" Yeah-Yeah exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "Didn't we go through this already?"

"Not again!" Timmy echoed, shaking his head.

Benny stepped forward, crossing his arms. "Ham, that stuff is trouble. We've all learned our lesson. Let's just enjoy the game without any more incidents."

Ham's grin faded as he tucked the packet away. "Alright, alright. It was just a joke. I won't actually bring that stuff out."

With that settled, we took to the field, each of us assuming our old positions. The game began with the same energy and excitement as it had in our youth, every play and every hit infused with a sense of camaraderie that had only grown stronger over the years.

Benny pitched his throws fast and precise, a testament to his dedication and hard work. I took my place in the outfield, ready to catch anything that came my way. The boys cheered each other on, their voices a chorus of encouragement and friendly rivalry.

As the game progressed, the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the field. The final inning approached, and the score was tied—a fitting end to our reunion game. Benny stepped up to bat, determination etched on his face.

"Come on, Benny! Show us what you've got!" Squints yelled from the sidelines.

Benny took a deep breath, his eyes focused on the ball. The pitcher wound up and released, the ball hurtling towards Benny with incredible speed. With a powerful swing, Benny connected with the ball, sending it soaring over the fence in a perfect arc.

The boys erupted into cheers, their voices blending into a symphony of celebration. Benny rounded the bases, his smile broad and triumphant. As he crossed home plate, we gathered around him, our joy and pride evident in every hug and high-five.

But Benny wasn't done. He turned to me, his eyes shining with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Y/N," he called out, his voice cutting through the jubilant noise.

I stepped forward, my heart pounding with anticipation. Benny took my hand, his grip warm and reassuring. "These past years have been the best of my life, and it's because of you," he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "We've shared so many memories here at the Sandlot, and I can't imagine my life without you."

The boys fell silent, their attention fixed on Benny and me. Benny dropped to one knee, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket. The collective gasp from our friends echoed my own surprise.

"Y/N, will you marry me?" Benny asked, opening the box to reveal a simple, elegant ring that sparkled in the fading light.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked down at Benny, the love and hope in his eyes reflecting everything I felt. "Yes," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "Yes, Benny, I'll marry you."

The cheers from our friends erupted anew, their excitement and joy palpable. Benny slipped the ring onto my finger and stood, pulling me into a tight embrace. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us in a moment of perfect happiness.

"Congratulations, you two!" Ham shouted, his voice filled with genuine happiness. "This calls for a celebration!"

The rest of the evening was a blur of laughter, hugs, and shared stories. As we sat together around a makeshift bonfire, the ring on my finger catching the firelight, I felt a profound sense of gratitude. The Sandlot had given us more than just memories; it had given us a future.

With Benny's arm wrapped around me and the warmth of our friends surrounding us, I knew that no matter where life took us, we would always have this place, these moments, and each other. The Sandlot was more than just a field; it was the heart of our story, the foundation of our dreams, and the beginning of our forever.  It was a testament to the power of friendship and the enduring spirit of our youth. And as we looked up at the stars, each one of us knew that no matter where life took us, we would always have this place, and we would always have each other.

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 9

Y/N's POV

As the days rolled by, the anticipation of our plan filled me with both excitement and anxiety. The thought of going public at the carnival felt right, but I couldn't shake the lingering nerves. Benny and I continued our daily routines, our secret moments together becoming even more precious as the countdown to the carnival began.

The morning of the carnival arrived with the air buzzing with excitement and a flurry of activity in the neighborhood. The sound of children laughing and the scent of popcorn and cotton candy filled the air, a reminder of the joyous day ahead. I dressed carefully, choosing an outfit that made me feel confident yet comfortable, ready for whatever the day might bring.

As I met up with Benny and the boys at the Sandlot, the energy was infectious. Benny flashed me a reassuring smile, and I knew that no matter what happened, we would face it together. The boys were already hyped up, talking animatedly about the rides they wanted to go on and the games they were eager to play.

We made our way to the carnival, the sights and sounds enveloping us as we stepped onto the fairgrounds. The Ferris wheel loomed in the distance, a symbol of the night to come. Benny squeezed my hand discreetly, his touch grounding me amidst the chaos.

As the day progressed, we enjoyed the festivities, our laughter mingling with the music and the chatter of the crowd. Benny and I shared knowing glances, our secret lending an added layer of excitement to every moment. When evening fell and the carnival lights began to twinkle like stars, we knew it was time.

Gathering the boys, we led them to a quieter corner near the Ferris wheel. The colorful lights painted our faces, the atmosphere electric with possibility.

"Hey, guys," I began, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "Benny and I have something to tell you."

The boys looked at us with curious expressions, their attention fully captured. I felt Benny's hand slide into mine, his grip reassuring.

"We've been keeping a secret," Benny continued, his voice strong and confident. "Y/N and I are together. We're in a relationship."

There was a moment of stunned silence, the boys processing our words. Then, to my immense relief, their faces broke into wide grins.

"That's awesome!" Yeah-Yeah exclaimed as if he didn't already know, his excitement mirroring that of the others. "You guys are perfect together! Ham you owe 10 bucks!"

Ham groaned, reaching into his pocket. "Aw, man! I was sure you two were just friends."

"Pay up, Ham," Yeah-Yeah said, grinning as he held out his hand.

Ham slapped the ten-dollar bill into Yeah-Yeah's hand with a grumble. "Yeah, yeah, here you go. But I still say it's weird how you figured it out before the rest of us."

Yeah-Yeah shrugged, pocketing the money with a satisfied smile. "I pay attention, Ham. You should try it sometime.”

“Yeah, no shit you would know! She’s your sister!” Ham says rather annoyed.

The rest of the boys echoed Yeah-Yeah's sentiment, their acceptance and happiness washing over me like a wave of relief. Even Phillips, who had been a wild card in our predictions, offered a nod of approval.

Benny and I shared a smile, the weight of our secret lifted. The boys' support meant everything, their joy infectious as we celebrated together. As the night wore on, we rode the Ferris wheel, the view from the top a breathtaking panorama of twinkling lights and happy memories.

Sitting beside Benny, his arm wrapped around me as we ascended into the starry sky, I felt a profound sense of contentment. Our journey had led us to this moment, and the future stretched out before us, bright and full of promise.

"Here's to new beginnings," I whispered, leaning into Benny's embrace.

"To new beginnings," he echoed, his voice a soft promise against the backdrop of the carnival below.

Together, we faced the night, ready to create countless memories and embrace the adventures that lay ahead.

As the carnival began to wind down and the crowds started to thin, we made our way back to the Sandlot, our hearts light and our spirits high. Sitting together on the old wooden bench, we recounted the night's adventures, the bond between us stronger than ever.

In the quiet of the night, with the stars twinkling above and the echoes of our laughter lingering in the air, I realized just how lucky we were. Not only did we have the support and acceptance of our friends, but we also had each other, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Here's to many more nights like this," Benny said softly, his hand finding mine in the darkness.

"To many more," I agreed, my heart full as we sat together, surrounded by the friends who had become our family.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as I glanced at Benny. He gave me a nod of encouragement, his eyes filled with unwavering support.

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 junio

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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.