introduction - hello! my name is naia and i am a native hawaiian! i live on hawai’i, and more specifically hilo! my hobbies include writing, surfing, volleyball and reading! please enjoy my work!
requests - requests are always, always, open and highly encouraged! my favorite way to get inspired is to hear other people’s ideas!! so please don’t be afraid to share at all!!
guidelines - no hate (racism, bigotry, homophobia etc.)!! i do NOT write smut of any kind! finally, i will not be writing works about a female character, since i do not feel comfortable currently (no hate tho!!) i will write most everything else! thank you!
synopsis - a night time date turns into a fan’s number-one dream
cw - none!
word count - 705
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CLICK. benito switched on the radio in the car, it now hummed a soft spanish tune. he quietly mumbled the lyrics while he pulled into your local mcdonald’s.
usually the singer wasn’t one to go for fast-food, but it was late at night and you both were hungry.
he arrived in a slow roll at the ordering machine. “hello?” benito spoke in a thick accent. his body was leaning out the window in order to provide a greater volume for the worker.
a small tap came through and suddenly, “hello! what can i get for you today?” a young girl called out. she sounded overly cheery for the egregious hour which it was.
you softly giggled to yourself as benito carefully studied the menu, the foods seemed gross for his taste. “umm . . . may i please get a . . . regular hamburger . . . ?” anyone would be able to tell his confusion at all the colorful options.
the girl’s voice crackled over the intercom once more, “yes you may! would you like anything else?”
swiftly, he turned around to face you. “¿qué quieres?” he asked.
instead, you pushed yourself towards the window to talk to the girl directly, “yes please!” you nearly shouted. benito’s warm hand laid over your back rubbing comforting circles up and down.
after you ordered, you sunk back into your seat. “¡puedo pagar! ¡desde que lo hiciste la última vez!” you kindly offered.
in return, benito shot you an offended look. “cariño, soy tu novio, es mi trabajo pagar por ti.” he repeated the same monologue he told you whenever you offered to pay. you thought he was just too sweet.
you stayed silent in response. letting your eyes drift off into the trafficked streets of los angeles. benito grabbed ahold of your palm and interlaced your fingers smoothly.
as he arrived at the purchasing window, the same teenage girl peeked her head out. the shy expression she wore was abruptly replaced with one of shock. “sandy!” she called for her coworker.
“oh my god. are you bad bunny?” she inquired with her mouth widely agape.
“oh uh . . . yeah!” he answered with a laugh. you changed your focus to his sheepish expression. you then moved your free hand to cover your lips, containing a giggle.
“can i get like a photo? oh right, paying! um, you know what? don’t even bother you can like . . . just take the food.” she stuttered out her words. you could tell she was nervous.
instead of covering up your grin, you let out a small laugh at her actions. squeezing benito’s hand.
he also chuckled softly, “no! let me pay, please!” he extended his credit-card out for her to take, smiling kindly at her.
“oh well . . . okay!” she grabbed the credit card and turned towards her machine. she entered a couple codes and then swiped the card which was greeted with an approving beep.
“could i . . . get a photo?” she repeated
“yes! yes you can!” you suddenly chimed in, scooching in closer to your boyfriend. he wrapped an arm protectively over your shoulder, letting his hand rest on your forearm, bringing you closer.
she brought her phone out and the two of you smiled brightly. “thank you! for like . . . everything” she giggled nervously.
her coworker brought out your food as you both exchanged gratitudes. benito waited until the window slid shut before pulling away slowly, the bag of food crinkling softly in his lap.
“she was shaking,” you teased, nudging him.
he glanced over at you, smiling in that shy way he only ever did when it was just the two of you. “i think you were more excited than her.”
you gasped. “please. i see you every day.”
“exactly,” he replied, squeezing your hand again.
fame followed him everywhere with cameras, questions, flashing lights around every corner. but right now it was just the low hum of the radio, greasy paper bags, and your intertwined fingers resting on the center console.
he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.
“we should never go back there again." he murmured. you agreed with a small laugh through your bite of food.
and somehow, even in a mcdonald’s parking lot, it felt perfect.
hello there! saw your reqs are open and decided to hop in here to yap abt benito!!!
okay so like we all are very much aware of how much of a womanizer he is, and i was thinking maybe benito x bestfriend!reader and from the beginning of their friendship benito’s always been flirty cause thats just how he is!!! is a confident young man!! but reader always denies his advances, not cruelly or anything just cause even if she knows hes just joking around she knows that if she lets it slip once he will never stop and like every woman on this planet she is attracted to him but she would never act on it bc she fears losing him (and maybe bc shes insecure she isnt his type..?? maybe plus size reader if youre comfortable w that)
mi mejor amiga
benito ocasio x bestfriend!reader
synopsis - you and benito have been friends forever, but you both want more
cw - none!
note - thank you so much for this request angel, i loved the tension and the best friends to lovers energy so bad. i decided to make the reader open to any body type to be the most inclusive! nonetheless, i hope i did your idea justice and kept that flirty but soft vibe you wanted. appreciate you yapping in my inbox fr 💗
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FROM THE VERY BEGINNING, BENITO HAS NEVER KNOWN HOW TO BE NORMAL AROUND YOU.
you meet him when everything is still simple. no flashing cameras in your face, no stadiums screaming his name, just late nights with mutual friends and him sitting a little too close to you on the couch. he calls you hermosa the first week he knows you. you roll your eyes and call him dramatic.
he flirts with the way he breathes. effortless. constant. he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder and say if you ever get tired of everyone else, you know where to find me. you shove him off and tell him to go bother somebody else. he just grins because he knows you are smiling too.
every time he pushes just a little further, you pull it back just a little more.
not because you do not feel it.
that is the problem. you do.
you are attracted to him in the quiet ways. in the way your stomach flips when he looks at you a second too long. in the way you memorize the sound of his laugh. in the way you notice that even when a whole room wants him, his eyes search for you first.
but he is him. charming. confident. always surrounded.
and you are you.
you come real. nothing fancy, plain, simple, and sometimes you wonder if real is enough for someone like him.
so you deny every advance with a laugh. you treat every compliment like a joke. because if you let it be serious, even once, you are scared it will change everything. you would rather keep him as your best friend than risk losing him trying to be something more.
what you do not know is that benito has never flirted with you just to flirt.
he flirts because it is safer than admitting that you are the only person who has ever made him nervous.
he flirts because when you deny him, you are still there.
and one night, when it is just the two of you on his balcony and the city is quiet for once, he does not flirt.
he just looks at you.
and says, “no bromeo sobre ti.”
no teasing smile. no playful tone. just honest.
and for the first time, you do not laugh it off.
maybe letting it slip once would not ruin everything.
maybe it would finally make everything make sense.
synopsis - benito writes a petty diss after your breakup and lets the world believe it. a year later, you meet again, and the narrative doesn’t hit the same.
cw - break-ups, rumors, scandals, celebrity drama etc.
word count - 400
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ex!benito who you dated a couple years back, the relationship ended in a messy scandal.
ex!benito who swore publicity would not change him, but was completely different after a couple hits and could never make time for you anymore.
ex!benito who wrote a petty diss track about you soon after, rose to fame after it became viral, and let everyone think you cheated — never correcting the narrative.
ex!benito who sat by as your name got dragged, staying silent.
ex!benito who finds out you’re coming to the same awards event and doesn’t let it shake him.
ex!benito who hasn’t talked about you in over a year.
ex!benito who spots you across the room — you don’t look nervous.
ex!benito who expected anger.
ex!benito who notices you’re no longer wearing his special necklace, not that he was expecting.
ex!benito who almost says hi three times before you walk past him like he’s just another artist.
ex!benito who remembers when you used to wait backstage for him and realizes you won’t wait anymore.
ex!benito who corners you at the bar, pretending it all means nothing to him.
ex!benito who can still read you like a book but suddenly can’t find the right words.
ex!benito who says he was angry.
ex!benito who doesn’t say he was scared of losing relevance, or that the label pushed the narrative because it was good for streams.
ex!benito who finally admits, “i didn’t protect you.”
ex!benito who sees that hurt flicker across your face before you smooth it over.
ex!benito who asks, “do you hate me?”
ex!benito who doesn’t expect you to answer, “no. i just don’t trust you.”
ex!benito who would almost prefer hatred — because he understands trust is harder to win back than love.
ex!benito who goes on stage that night and changes the lines of the diss, replacing the blame with something closer to truth.
ex!benito who doesn’t announce it, but hopes you notice.
ex!benito who sees you watching from the side of the stage.
synopsis - benito craves your attention after a long day at work.
cw - kissing & exhaustion
word count - 528
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TOO MANY RERECORDINGS. or, that is what it felt like as you waited outside the studio. well, saying that might’ve been a little dramatic, because it really wasn’t that bad getting to watch your boyfriend do what he loved! but, you certainly did not love sitting on a leather couch counting down each second until your boyfriend finished recordings,
so, every so often, you’d rise up to get a better look at his face, pure emotion flooding his expression. the passion he felt radiating off the walls and into your heart. benito never failed to make you proud.
but, now, even from where you’re sitting, (comfortably splayed across the couch) you can tell mr. bad bunny is frustrated with his music. unfortunately for all, the show must go on, he has to record again and he has to keep fixing his mistakes.
you could hear a faint spanish conversation to his producer, and the clink of his headphones being placed in their spot. then, the door opens and a sulky benito comes walking out.
“hola.” you calmly spoke.
“hola. estoy cansado.” he mumbled.
he then lowered himself next to you, reaching his arms out to bring you into his lap. you accepted his embrace, and swung your leg around his torso, bracketing his legs. then, you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a soft kiss, melting him instantly. you leave a hand on his cheek, with your thumb tracing his lower lip.
“¿quieres hablar de ello?” you whispered to him, trying to lift his mood.
“no, ahora mismo no,” he replied, closing his eyes and leaning into your palm.
“solo quiero acostarme aquí por un minuto.” he breathed.
you gently rest your head on his shoulder, and rub reassuring patterns onto his back. slowly, his breathing evens and you can feel him falling asleep. a gentle snore reverberates through the small room. it feels like the true definition of peaceful.
until, that is, benito’s producer taps on the glass window. you glance backwards slowly in order to not wake your boyfriend. the producer mouths “cinco minutos.” and you give him a lazy nod.
you shift your arm from benito’s neck to have both palms on his face, gently lifting it from your shoulder. you rub your thumbs across his cheeks, his eyes softly flutter open. a lazy grin peeks its way onto his face as his arms snake around your hips.
“hora de levantarse.” you murmur lovingly.
a loud groan rumbles from inside him, “noo, un poco más, por favor.” a pouting lip juts itself outwards.
you sweetly tug at his curls, running your fingers through them. “lo siento, no es mi elección.” you reply as you carefully shift off of him, his grip on your waist sadly loosens. his face is decorated with an anguished expression.
“voy a terminar esto muy rápido, lo prometo.” he assures you.
moments like this reminded you how lucky you were. when the world got the perfectionist behind the mic, you got the man who just wanted to be with you.
seeing him happy again made you realize nothing else in the world really mattered. and being here, with him, made everything else fade away.
synopsis - benito invites you to come with him late at night, but is secretive about the whereabouts.
cw - mentions of stress, anxiety etc
word count - 1,188
note - i wrote the dialogue in (google-translated) spanish because i find it hard to see benito conversing openly in a language other than his mother tongue!
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THREE ABRUPT KNOCKS RING AT THE DOOR. you know who it is, the only man who would come for you at this time of the night. benito antonio martínez ocasio.
you slowly peel your comforting blanket off your legs, sighing as the cold air wisps at your feet. but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t anticipating seeing him.
you finally make your way to the front door, a smile creeping onto your cheeks as your hand grips at the doorknob, slowly turning it.
“corazón.” benito sighs as he quickly embraces you lovingly into his arms. his voice reeks with the weight of a long day.
“hola, beni. ¿por qué llegaste tan tarde?” you quietly ask as you tilt your head upwards. his big brown eyes lock onto yours, warmth spilling from his gaze.
suddenly, a small smile cracks onto his face, he whispers “quiero llevarte a algún lugar.”
you sigh, “entonces vamos.”
a night with benito never fails to make you smile. every time you’re with him, you notice something new. the way he listens, the way he laughs, the way he softens when he thinks no one is watching. additionally, benito’s heavenly voice sends you into a whole other world. you love his raspy spanish that he murmurs softly. he truly was meant for you.
slowly, he takes your hand and leads you to his car. once you arrive to the end of the driveway, benito opens the door smoothly and its lights flash on. he gestures for you to get inside. you gently accept the kind offer.
he slips over to the driver's seat and pulls out of your house. he leads the car down the street out of your quiet neighborhood. his right hand lays atop of your thigh, comfortingly reminding you of his presence.
the city of san juan was silent, something that was becoming extremely uncommon. over the past couple years, you and benito had become “acquainted” with each other. he frequented your small house on the outskirts of the city, and you spent countless nights in the sheets of his mansion. but, all those times felt meaningless as the warm tropical air of puerto rico rushes into the car from the open window. it drags through your hair and blows against your skin. nights like this were almost magical, they sent a feeling of ecstasy that brewed inside you.
the faint flicker of the streetlights cast dimly onto your features. they barely lit the street ahead of you. if you hadn't lived here your whole life, you’d probably never be able to decipher where you were headed.
speaking of . . . where were you headed?
your head turned towards benito, “¿a dónde vamos, bebé?” you slowly inquired, curiously overtaking your unwavering trust.
he sighed and mumbled something incoherent to himself. he then spoke louder, “en algún especial. es una sopresa.”
benito continued, “lo arruinarás con preguntas, sin embargo.”
you decided to stop pushing. through his speech and tense features, you could tell that recording had been tough on him today. usually, benito loved what he did, but, sometimes, the everlasting weight of the industry bore too heavy on his shoulders. today was one of those times.
“¡estoy emocionado! tus sopresas son las mejoras, beni.” you comforted. your praise had always softened his unhappiness. you knew how to use that to your advantage.
“gracias, cariño. significa mucho para mí.” he flashed you a toothy grin, which melted your heart. he gently squeezed at your inner thigh in order to prove his gratitude.
the rest of the ride was filled with the quiet hum of the ac and the occasional deep breath. benito’s gaze sometimes lingered on your wind-blown hair, but you were too distracted with the view to notice.
suddenly, the car comes to a halt and you quickly glance out of the window.
the beach.
he had brought you to the beach.
his favorite spot.
you let out a gasp of shock. whispering to benito as he helped you out of the car, “es tan bonito por la noche.” you grabbed your slippers and left them on the floor of the passenger seat, preventing sand from invading them.
he just shrugged and tucked a stray piece of your hair back into its place, “te dije que sería una buena sopresa.” a shy smirk plastered itself along his lips.
you two sneak slyly into the closed beach, laughing to each other between frantic movements. this was what you loved most about benito, his adventurous side. he desired a life of fulfillment and pleasure, always living his days out to the fullest. he never let an opportunity pass by without taking it. he made you a better person in that way.
you two slowly climb your way on top of a pair of rocks. they provided a gorgeous view of the san juan ocean.
he sat wide-legged with your back pressed to his chest. every soft breath of air ricocheting into your soul. you prefer it like that.
you quietly ask him, “¿qué pasó hoy en el trabajo?” you desire to take away the eerie pain silence left him with.
he sucks a quick breath of air in, not fully prepared to discuss it yet. he tried anyways, “bueno, antes que nada, el estudio se sentía muy ruidoso hoy. como si cada susurro de mi boca se convirtiera en un grito. quería volver a casa.”
“hm,” you sigh, “¿qué otra cosa?” you knew benito too well. that was not the full extent of his stress.
benito starts, “todo el mundo quiere algo. quiero decir, tú no, tú eres todo lo contrario. pero sabes a lo que me refiero.”
he gulps before beginning again, “quieren otro éxito, otra gira mundial, siempre esperan algo de mí. no logro encontrar un respiro entre todo. extraño cuando la música era... bueno, música.” his words carry so much meaning in them. you could tell he’d been holding this is for a while.
“cuando no se trataba solo de números o listas de éxitos. eso era lo que me hacía feliz.” he finishes with a deep exhale.
you don’t really know what to say. how are you supposed to console someone whose life is nothing like yours? you worry your words would sound small compared to stadiums and studio lights. what comfort could you offer a man the whole world demanded something from?
you muster up all you could think of and begin, “lo siento,”
you continue on, “me duele escucharte así… nadie debería sentirse así en el lugar que ama.”
you don’t know what else would help console him, so you turned your body and hugged him.
not a short, or abrupt hug, but a true, meaningful embrace. you spill all the words you can not speak into your body, showing him you truly, truly care. he sends all his love right back.
“te amo mucho, cariño.” he said. compassion oozing off of every syllable.
“te amo más, beni.” you softly reply.
and you two stayed like that for a while, softly entangled, breaths matching the pace of the waves. in your arms, the noise of the world quieted.
