hi star!! 💕 please please pleaseee if you ever want to—write the bad bunny fic! i can count on one hand how many fics there are.. :( i crave benito.
signed, a fellow black tumblr, bunni! -🐰
My wish is your command 🩷
Pairing: Bad Bunny x Reader
Summary: Months after a breakup you have to attend the 68th Annual Grammys. Your nominated for best new artist, you should be excited but only one thing clouds your mind the entire night. Him.
A/N: I’m scared this is poorly written so let’s ignore that!! Let’s also pretend that they announce album of the year before best new artist! Enjoy! I also don’t know why my borders aren’t working…
Warning: Google Translated Spanish
The air is warm, the lights are dim, a hum of chatter and good vibes fill the room. It was the 68th Annual Grammy’s and your nominated for best new artist. Your nerves run high, palms damp in anxiety, it’s the biggest of your life. Your dress singes at your waist to the point you fear you can’t breathe.
You tell yourself it’s the award show, nothing else, but you know you’re lying. It was him having this effects on you. The break up was messy, tabloids, rumors , and outsiders driving a wedge in the relationship. Your brain racks, your stomach churns, the thought of having to face him again.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts as a hand graces your shoulder, “ penny for your thoughts?” Your manager Grace, questions , as she takes her seat next to you. You smile as you respond, “ just nervous for the awards.” Her face slightly contorts as she replies, “ Is that it or are you nervous to see Benito?” Your stomach flips slightly at the name, you start to fiddle with your hands.
“ Definitely not, I’m okay” you mumble out, as you pick up your drink. You take a sip and sigh, then another sip, the another. You go in for another drink before Grace takes it out your hands. “ What were not going to do, is get so drunk we can’t even accept are award,” she scolds before continuing, “ sit back and relax it’ll all be okay.”
Before you can respond the lights begin to dim, and the cheering begins. It’s time for the Grammys.
You spend the whole evening sipping, singing, and dancing. Luckily you were at a table with just yourself and Grace. Your nerves wash away as the night continues. Until it got to the category you were least excited about. ‘Album of the year.’
Don’t get it wrong, you were over the moon with happiness for Benito’s nomination. You were there for the making of the album. It was gorgeous but, being in a room with him was eating you up enough. If- no, not if, when he won, you’re not sure what you’d do with yourself.
Your pulled out of trance when Harry’s voice reads out, “ and the album of the year goes too..” The room is silent, with nothing but the hum of nerves filling it as Harry continues, “… Debí Tirar Más Fotos, Bad Bunny.”
Before you know it your on your feet, the rook erupts in cheers and excitement. You clap and cheer as your heart swells, watching Benito walk onstage to accept his award.
As he gives his acceptance speech you can’t help but stare in awe. The joy of him and all of his achievements, it consumes you. Nothing but joy and happiness replacing what was previously there. Before you know it, he was exiting the stage and your good friend Chappell Roan enters. Grace grabs your hand and whispers in your ear, “ it’s your time to shine!”
Before you can blink the category begins. “ And the nominees for ‘Best New Artist are’..” You watch as so many talented artists flash the screen, cheer erupting with artist. You watch as your own music and face fill the room during the montage. Your stomach flutters, the anxiety returns, this time stronger.
“ And the winner for ‘Best New Artist’ is…. Y/F/N Y/L/N!” Chappel exclaims. The tears escape faster than you can process, the room erupts in cheers and your album plays in the background.
You stand shakily and hug Grace in a tight grasp. As you let go and make your way to the stage your legs tremble with joy. You reach the stage and accept your Grammy from Chappel, and turn to deliver your speech.
“ WOW..,” you begin, taking in the moment. “ This is nothing but a dream come true. Thank you all to those who supported me. To my manger and best friend, Grace, thank you for all that you’ve done for me. And also, let us not be blind to the horrors in this world. Speak up! Use your voice, and be kind. Thank you again!!” You finish.
The crowd cheers as you exit off stage, you stare down at the award in your hand. Everything you did this for payed off, but the one person who helped you isn’t here anymore. Your brain racks as you reach backstage. More cheers and congratulations meet you, but as you travel further your stopped by a familiar face.
Staring into those familiar eyes your heart races. “ Benito..,” you start. Before he takes your hand softly and states, “ No, No let me begin.” “ Lamento cómo terminaron las cosas.” He pauses before continuing, “Te extraño. Extraño tu risa, extraño tus ojos, extraño mi corazón. Estoy muy orgullosa de ti y de todo lo que has logrado. Por favor, intentémoslo de nuevo.” He states earnestly.
You feel your heart tug, your eyes sting as you reply, “ Benito, te extraño mucho. Lo único que podía pensar esta noche era en ti. Me encantaría darnos otra oportunidad.” You feel your heart beating like it’s never beat before.
He takes your hand and drags you away from the rest of the looming eyes. The rest of the night is filled with happiness, new promises, and new beginnings.
