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raqisreadinghole · 2 years

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Baseball Babe: Ch. 1

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

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 1146

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

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

Ch.2 !! Ch.3 !! Ch.4 !! Ch.5 !!

September 8, 1978.

About three weeks into school.

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

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

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

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

He thought she was out of town.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jamie Monroe.”

“Present.” Jamie replies, raising her hand.

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

“Bruce Yamada? Is Bruce Yamada here?”

Shit. He was screwed.

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miguelmybeloves · 2 years

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The Back phone preferences - How yall met (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1279850474-the-back-phone-preferences-how-yall-met?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=robins_bandana4&wp_originator=Hv%2BSAv0jdyMFtlNm5tnsjQgmETzB%2ByhSoxa3Plffp47iUedA8eG%2FYK6%2Fa%2FIzBAzsK0Zz1UBEwPXbjp3w0WoUkUYCsTKgpa1fNhtL442LL9D1ljc7%2FI0qyHcj7gGsAKwm what the title says also I take request but no smut cause their minors characters - Finney , Robin, Bruce, Billy, Vance, griffin aka backbend this is my first book so hope you enjoy

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izqmait · 1 year

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Hello everybody! I came to let you know that I'm going to start writing about The Black Phone, so I'm asking for your suggestions!

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raqisreadinghole · 2 years

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Baseball Babe: Ch.2

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

Warnings: cursing, baseball inaccuracies

Word count: 1600

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

Ch.1 !! Ch.3 !! Ch.4 !! Ch.5 !!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She takes it, “I’m Jamie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#theblackphone #the black phone #bruce yamada #robin arellano #finney blake #robinarellano #finneyblake #bruceyamada #jamiesoleilmonroe

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raqisreadinghole · 2 years

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Baseball Babe: Ch.4

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

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 1326

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

Ch.1 !! Ch.2 !! Ch.3 !! Ch.5 !!

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“So Bruce, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“DO TOO!”

“NUH-UH!”

“YUH-HUH!”

“NOPE!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#the black phone #theblackphone #bruce yamada #bruceyamada #robin arellano #robinarellano #finneyblake #finney blake #vance hopper #vancehopper #jamiesoleilmonroe

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raqisreadinghole · 2 years

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Baseball Babe: Ch.5

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

Warnings: cursing, baseball inaccuracies

Word count: 2310

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

Ch.1 !! Ch.2 !! Ch.3 !! Ch.4 !!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#the black phone #TheBlackPhone #bruceyamada #bruce yamada #robin arellano #robinarellano #Vance Hopper #vancehopper #finneyblake #finney blake #billy showalter #billyshowalter #griffin stagg #griffinstagg #jamiesoleilmonroe

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sainttelmblog · 2 years

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i really need more fics/imagines of my Bruce Yamada :((

this guy deserve more attention too 💔

#blackphone #theblackphone x reader #bruceyamada #robinarellano #vancehopper #finneyblake

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lynderman · 2 years

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My Black Phone Dr As Incorrect Quotes Pt.1

*Me, walking around a grocery store at night on the other side of Denver, grabbing snacks for band practice.

Sales Associate Calling Into The Store Mic: "Vanity Blake? Will you please make your way to the customer service desk?"

Me: *Carrying my 7 bags to the desk* "Is there a problem?"

Sales Associate: "Are these 2 yours?"

Robin & Vance: *Sitting on a bench, screaming their heads off at one another.* "We got lost :|"

Me: "I didn't even bring you guys with me-"

#theblackphone #vancehopper #robinarellano #incorrect quotes #funny #blackphonedr #robinsrelic

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raqisreadinghole · 2 years

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Baseball Babe: Ch.3

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

Warnings: cursing, baseball inaccuracies

Word count: 1279

a/n: Chapter 3!! I won’t lie I was struggling to write the beginning of this, so if it’s a bit awkward, you’ll know why. However I like the ending of this one and I’m really excited to write the next chapter.

Ch.1 !! Ch.2 !! Ch.4 !! Ch.5 !!

September 11, 1978

That was all that Bruce had on his paper. Mainly because he had been staring at Jamie. The whole class period. Well, it was more like longing glances? Bruce didn’t know. Despite this, and the amount of times he’d made eye contact with her, he was still debating whether he should speak to her or not. Maybe just a bit of small talk. Right?

Bruce was brought out of his thoughts by the ringing of the bell. With a deep sigh, he bent down to put his folder back into his backpack. However, not before noticing his pen rolling to a stop next to a pair of Reeboks. Her Reeboks.

He watched as she picked up the pen, before quickly turning her head from left to right, looking for the owner.

Well, he wanted to talk to her, right?

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Jamie was stood, talking to one of the girls in her science group project, attempting to finalize ideas, before she noticed the blue pen sat beside her shoe. She waved goodbye to the girl while simultaneously bending down to pick up the pen, quickly looking for the owner. That’s when Jamie noticed the boy walking up to her.

Bruce? That was his name right? Bruce Yamada? She remembered it because of that one time her history teacher had called it out repeatedly. She recalled looking around before settling her eyes on the fateful boy who had just recognized the calling of his name.

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Bruce walked up to Jamie, mentally preparing himself to either talk normally to the eye-catching girl, or embarrass his ass. Whichever came first.

“Oh, is this your pen?” she asked.

“Yeah sorry about that. It kind of just rolled...” Bruce replied, smiling and scratching the nape of his neck in nervousness.

She smiled back, “It’s alright, it happens. Well, I’ve got to go to practice, but blue’s a good color, right Bruce?” With that, she left him there, walking out the door.

Bruce’s mouth hung open. She knew his name. SHE KNEW HIS FUCKING NAME! This was monumental. This was a beginning, a starting point. For Bruce, this was hope. And she liked blue. Wait, did she say practice? SHE’S ATHLETIC-

“Don’t leave your mouth open too long, a fly might get stuck in there”, Robin laughed, patting Bruce’s shoulder before walking out and following Jamie. Leaving Bruce to close his mouth in a bit of embarrassment.

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Jamie had been pulled aside at practice by one of the coaches, for what reason, she didn’t know.

“Look, I think we both know that there is this certain pressure present due to your gender”, her coach started. Jamie nodded along in agreement. “However, we put you on this team because we saw how you can really benefit the team and from the team. We as coaches, decided to put the difficulties this might give us aside, because you’re a really good player Jamie. I just wanted you to know that we believe in you. I’ll always be here if you need support”, he smiled patting her shoulder in an attempt to get her back out to practice.

If Jamie was honest, she was surprised to be here right now. So, the fact that the coaches saw her talent and wanted to utilize it was even more surprising. Jamie smiled back, murmuring a ‘thank you’ in gratitude before jogging back onto the field to Finney.

“Jamie you’re friends with Robin Arellano, right?”

“Yeah, what makes you ask?”

“Well, I was just asking because I’m going to his house later to help with math. You know how he is with math, I just wanted to extend the invitation.”

“That’d be cool, what time do you think you’ll be done tutoring?” she asked.

“Probably around 6:30, it shouldn’t be too long.”

“Alright, I’ll be there around 7, then.”

As practice progressed, Jamie found herself in enjoyment. It was fun, just like your sport should be. She and Finney cracked a lot of jokes, telling stories about siblings and laughing at their stupidity. It was safe to say that the loud laughter was heard late into 9 o’clock at Robin’s house that night, before Jamie and Finney had decided to head their separate ways.

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The rest of the week had flown by fast, at least for Jamie it did. Bruce on the other hand, well it was a bit rough around the edges, but it was more than decent. In fact it might be his best week so far. With failed and successful attempts at talking with Jamie, to the feeling of the outcome of said attempts being exposed at baseball practice later. Bruce was just ready for the week to be done. In spite of this, he didn’t want the blissful talking with Jamie everyday to end just yet. Though, despite his earlier failed attempts, Bruce and Jamie had begun to grow the habit of waiting for and walking with each other after class. Throughout the past three days, Bruce and Jamie had found they really enjoyed talking to one another. They both learned little bits and pieces about each other and Jamie took note that Bruce played baseball for the Optometrists.

“We have our next class together, right?” Bruce asked. He had been waiting for Jamie to finish packing up.

“Yeah, has your group started the project yet?” She inquired as they walked down the hall to their science class.

“We have, but we didn’t get very far,” he chuckles. “Did yours?”

“We finished actually,” she smiled, chuckling with him. “We just need to finalize details. What did you relate to science for the project?”

“My group did baseball since we all play for the Optometrists.”

“That’s cool! I didn’t know you played.”

“Well the more you know.” he said, she rolled her eyes at him.

At this point, they’d already entered the classroom, but continued to talk since the bell hadn’t rung yet. Majority of the class had taken notice of the pair, including the teacher, who decided to make them lab partners later on. The class had exchanged knowing glances and looks with one another as the pair joked and laughed animatedly together before turning to sit in their assigned seats.

“Hey! Let’s go Brucey-Bear”, Jamie had said in a sickeningly sweet high-pitched voice, impersonating the girls fawning over Bruce by the door.

Bruce rolled his eyes but laughed, “Oh my god, my dear Jamie, they’ve got you! Now you’ll be falling at my feet too!” He dramatically clutched his chest over his heart to give the impression that her use of the nickname hurt him. To be fair he’d rather her be in love with him as much as he is with her, but Jamie being head over heels for him would have to suffice for now.

She shoved him, laughing at his antics, “Are we sure about that?” She smirked, pure joy and amusement in her eyes. She was teasing him, he knew that. Even then, he couldn’t help the giddy joyous feeling that made warmth spread throughout his body knowing he was the cause of her of her gorgeous laugh.

Helping him out of his seat, they walked through the crowd of jealous girls, laughing while Jamie tried to shove Bruce off of her because he was trying to show her how “head over heels for him she was”. She could feel the stares of the girls they’d left in the classroom, their jealousy practically pouring out of their bodies. The hard glares burned into the back of her head. She didn’t care though. Bruce made her happy, and those girls would have no negative effect on her happiness.

#the black phone #theblackphone #bruce yamada #robin arellano #robinarellano #finney blake #jamiesoleilmonroe #finneyblake #bruceyamada

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