hi luvvv! i saw you're lowk not taking requests rn for bad bunny so feel free to ignore this (can you tell this is my first request?🥲)
but if you want, could you write a fic where reader (preferably fem but no biggie) & benito announce their relationship at the super bowl?
again, you DONT have to write this <3
The Only Thing More Powerful Than Hate Is Love
pairing: bad bunny x fem!reader; platonic!pedro pascal x fem!reader
A/N: first, but DEFINITELY not last time posting a bad bunny story (i forgot to add him to my list, I'm for sure accepting requests for him) :) aaaaaah I'm so excited about this!! I did rush it a little bit, but just becasue I needed to get this out since I truly just couldn't hold in my excitement anymore! thank you so much for the request, i really hope you like it and thank you for it being your first request, I'M SO HONOURED!!! here's to the best halftime show ever! (also: this doesn't have a ton of bad bunny x reader moments, but I'm writing more, I promise!)
It was wilder than you had expected. A lot wilder. Louder, more extravagant, and busier than you could’ve ever imagined. The people in the stands kept on shouting remarks you’d understand if you knew a little bit more about American Football. Even the kids who had come with their parents seemed to understand the game, jumping up in joy and excitement when their favourite team made yet another few points.
Thankfully, you didn’t have to survive the large crowd surrounding you on your own. Pedro and your assistant had joined you at one of the back entrances. After saying goodbye and wishing Benito good luck, the three of you were led to your designated seats for the first half of the game. Oh, what you would give to be backstage with the man of the hour, but protocols, and rules, and blah blah blah. He told you it would be fine, you should enjoy the evening not just as a girlfriend, but as a casual viewer as well. But the fact was, you couldn’t be there for your partner, your confidant, your other half.
The pressure of standing on the biggest stage of the nation, performing in his mother tongue in a time of hate, had been heavy on his shoulders the past few days, if not weeks. Spanish, a language taught in most schools on US grounds, yet the people from areas of the American continent that spoke it fluently were being threatened, hated on, and even deported. But that didn’t make him back down. If anything, it fuelled his desire to spread his message, his love for his people. And you admired him for it, like many others. Only that your love ran deeper.
And with that love came fear. Fear of him receiving more hate than he already did, fear of him getting hurt before, during or after his performance. And now you were stuck in one of the seats overlooking the green field, joining thousands of people who were rooting for their favourite teams, while you had been picking at your nails and nervously tapping your feet. You kept on checking your phone to see if Benito had sent you anything, but the screen stayed clear. He was probably even more nervous than you; the last thing on his mind would be to text you something with only a few more minutes until the biggest performance of his life.
No one knew what you were waiting for. The people knew you as an actress getting bigger and bigger, gaining new roles in massive franchises, building up your fan base. No one knew who you went home with every night, who was holding you while you were sleeping, who you had breakfast with, whose home country you had gone to more times than you could count. The man who held 31 concerts in Puerto Rico, that helped recover the nation’s tourism statistics. You had been there for every single performance, most times staying backstage or undercover. Some people managed to get pictures with or of you, rumours spreading like wildfire, but nothing had been confirmed yet. Benito wanted it to be big. Make a statement people wouldn’t forget.
“You’re more nervous than him,” a deep voice from your left spoke into your ear. You turned your head to see Pedro’s eyes, covered by his sunglasses, looking at you, a kind smile curling his lips. “Everything’s gonna be fine.”
You shook your head with a smile, “Can you blame me?”
He shook his head, understanding your concern. “Don’t worry about him, he knows what he’s doing.” A comforting arm found its way around your shoulder, squeezing your upper arm to ground you. You leaned into him and nodded.
“I pray,” you mumbled, fixing your hair as you sat back down straight.
You couldn’t focus on the game even if you tried, the thoughts were too loud in your head. Deep breaths, you remembered.
The vibration of your phone brought you back into the present, making you look down into your hand immediately.
‘Going to give Noah my phone now. Remember this one is for you too, te amo querida❤️’
You smiled at Benito’s message, right in front of the picture that decorated your lockscreen of the two of you on a night out that was taken by a friend of yours.
‘Promise I’ll cheer the loudest, make your people proud Beni, I love you‘
One look at the time let you know that it was only 18 minutes until halftime would be called. You knew the schedule, you knew the plan. 380 people dressed as plants, 330 dancers, different celebrities in the casa, while you’d join him for a quick dance break and wait for him once he’d walk out through the tunnel . You just didn’t know what he had planned for the very end.
A nudge to your side made your head perk up.
Your assistant nodded her head to the security guards behind her, “Let’s go.” The time had come. They were prepping to set up everything and get people in their designated places. Thankfully, you had already changed into the white dress you were supposed to be wearing for your chameo.
“God…,” your mumble made the actor behind you chuckle as he joined you, heading towards the stairs. Pedro walked a step quicker and stopped, offering his arm for you to hold and help you walk down, as you were also already wearing heels. The security guards made sure you were able to make your way freely, not getting interrupted by interested people, but you couldn’t help but notice the murmuring around you. Some had grabbed their phones, filming and taking pictures as you were guided down the stands.
On the ground floor again, Pedro was separated from you as he was told to join the other celebrities that would be taken to the field in a few moments, while one other guard walked you to the walkout tunnel. Now you were alone with your assistant, but her being busy on her phone left you alone with your nerves. You looked around, trying to find someone you knew who could offer some distraction, but all you saw were NFL employees and other people’s managers, assistants, as well as guests.
“We’re gonna bring you to the other side of the stage. Afterwards, you walk down the stairs with Stefani,” the security guard stretched his arm out, pointing towards the very end of the field, before motioning back to a place by the wall right at the tunnel, “but towards the end, we’re gonna bring you back here, alright? Someone will get you to bring you here.” He explained as a technician had come up to fix a set of in-ears to your dress, handing them to you, so you could place them into your ears once you needed to.
You nodded in understanding, thanking him and the other man behind you. Even though you had rehearsed your short moments during the halftime show, everything needed to go down smoothly, so the reminder was welcomed. Messing up would be the biggest mistake of your life, and this was not the time to forget positions, steps or places. Not only was half the world watching, but you were supposed to support your partner and help him through one of the biggest events of his career.
You handed your phone over to your assistant as she joined you, walking the sidelines up to the other side of the field, where more dancers, dressed similarly to you, were already waiting. You addressed them with a warm smile and waves, having already met them properly during the rehearsals. The security guard excused himself as he was replaced by another, and a tap on your arm made you turn around.
“We almost forgot this!” One of the stylists exclaimed, holding up a Flor de Maga pin that was supposed to be attached to your dress, slightly differentiating you from the other dancers. She pinned it to the top part of your white dress, patting down any wrinkles before leaving again.
Your eyes fell to the side, where multiple executives and managers were lined up, trying to find a familiar face, when you found a silhouette you were able to recognise.
“Noah!” You called out for Benito’s assistant, who turned around immediately at the sound of your voice. With a bright smile and a hug, he welcomed you.
“Hey, Y/N!” He released you and eyed you carefully, “How’re you doing?”
You shrugged, putting your hands on your back, “I think, alright. Nervous, but alright.”
Noah laughed, “Beni said the same thing. Trust me, it was the right decision not having you in the green room. You wouldn’t have let him out if you’d seen how nervous he was.”
“Was he?” You immediately wondered, the worried sleeper agent in you waking up. “Are you serious?”
His assistant chuckled softly, placing a hand on your shoulder, “He was, but don’t worry. Anyone would be before a show like this. But he’s gonna do great.”
You nodded, gulping as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. Your eyes had drifted up to look around the stadium. Yesterday completely empty seats, now filled with thousands of people and even more watching on their screens all over the world.
“God, I hate this,” you sighed out loud.
“What? You good?” Noah frowned as he glanced over at you.
You shook your head, “I feel like I’m gonna throw up.”
But he just continued to smile at you, “Stop worrying. He’s gonna kill it. And you will too.”
You nodded, your lips curling up as your eyes fixed on the middle of the field, where his stage was now being set up. “I know he will,” you softened your voice and took a deep breath. Now it was just a matter of five minutes max until the big show. The actual highlight of tonight’s event.
And those turned out to be the longest five minutes of your life. Watching the stage slowly getting created piece by piece, then the dancers entering the space and getting put into place.
Somewhere in the distance, you caught a glimpse of Pedro’s curls, finding Jessica Alba and Karol G right next to him as they joined the others on the lower part of the casa. Your eyes moved around almost frantically, trying to see if you’d be able to find Benito. He’d be entering from one of the tunnels opposite you, that much you knew, but there was too much movement going around all over the place, making it hard to find anyone specific, especially once the trees had entered the scene. A make-up artist had made his way over to you, touching you up with some bronzer and blush to complement your skin, as well as a hairstylist, adding some spray to make sure the wind wouldn’t cause too much of a commotion.
“Alright, guys!” One of the leading directors of tonight’s performance called out, making you turn back to the crowd of dancers, “Four minutes until we’re taking our places, and you’re on in five. Remember: be quick!”
You took a deep breath and got a comforting shoulder pat from Noah before he disappeared into another crowd, along with your assistant, who wished you good luck and left you in the hands of a different performance director, that was specifically there to guide you.
Then the lights turned off for a short moment. The big screen at the top showed the Apple Music intro for tonight’s halftime show, along with the scenery chosen by no other than your partner himself. You couldn’t help but grin. Remembering how hard he had worked on getting everything right for this moment. Every song chosen wisely, every dancer, every prop, and each piece of his outfit. And that’s when he came into view. The all-white fit, wide shoulders, thanks to the football gear he was wearing underneath. He was getting into place, disappearing within a second in the makeshift maze. Your gaze fixed on the screen again when the music started, making the crowd applaud as they welcomed the halftime show. You put your hands together, clasping them tightly as the applause died down and pressed your lips to your knuckles, quickly thanking whatever higher power there existed to let everything go smoothly and as planned.
Benito’s deep voice echoed through the speaker as he turned around, eyes locked on the camera. His warm eyes filled the screen as he moved through the maze swiftly, stopping at each prop to act out the scenes that he had rehearsed for so many days.
Next thing you know, he’s on top of the pink coloured makeshift house, celebrities filling the porch of the lower floor. Moving along with the other dancers, singing the words of his high-charted hits.
The floor fell beneath his feet, letting him fall into the comfort of the four walls before he exited again through the ‘front door’. He went on further while other dancers filled the screen, moving along to the songs of his fellow Latin singers, the sound of ‘Gasolina’ making you grin, knowing how many people in their homes would love the mention.
Once he had reached the truck that was placed in the middle of the stage, the director moved his hand to let your group follow him. Your personal director guided you, giving you some last-minute instructions, mainly just going through the right positioning to remind you.
You reached the other elevated space, where the dancers had gathered to surround the couple that would be officially wedded tonight. You were supposed to stay a little further back. Not having a professional dance background came in handy as you had less to focus on. This was Lady Gaga’s moment, joined by a live band and the other dancers performing as if at a wedding reception.
The official ceremony ended with the newlywed couple kissing, when the sound of a new rendition of ‘Die With A Smile’ filled the stadium, Lady Gaga’s smooth voice ringing through the speakers. She moved effortlessly in her flowy blue dress, complementing the colours of those around her.
You were guided to sit on one of the chairs in the corner until it was your cue to stand up. Joining the elder performers and kids on the sides, you managed to greet them quickly before your eyes locked on the scene in front of you. The couple had moved to the tall wedding cake in the other corner, with some other background dancers joining them.
Right as she finished the last line of the chorus, you were suddenly greeted by your partner, holding his hand out for you to take. So in awe of the musical performance, you were surprised by the action, adding to the scene as the camera was now on you. With a grin, you took it, just like you were supposed to and let him guide you towards the middle of the ‘dance floor’. He couldn’t say anything to you, that much you knew since there was a possibility of his microphone catching any words, but the warm curl of his lips was enough for you. Gliding over the floor, you let him twirl you into position before you came to a halt next to him, and he opened his arms wide.
“¡Mientras uno está vivo, uno debe amar lo más que pueda!” He called out into the microphone. That was your cue to turn towards him, your hand sliding over his chest that was covered by the white suit jacket he had changed into. Benito gazed at you proudly, giving you one of his award-winning smiles before you started to move your hips just like he had taught you all those months ago back in his hometown, where he had taken you dancing.
You held onto your dress, moving it along with your body to accentuate your movements in front of him. After making one 360-degree turn, you placed the back of your hands on his cheeks, his warm hands running down the side of your arms as you locked eyes through his sunglasses, grinning at each other brightly. If it weren’t for him, you would have been much more nervous, but suddenly, with your loving partner right in front of you, the crowd surrounding you, and millions of eyes watching you were left behind. This was a moment he decided to share with you, making his performance all that much more special.
He grabbed your hands on his chest, desperately wanting to interlock your fingers if only you didn’t have a choreography to stick to. Benito held onto your right hand, letting you move around him freely as the acoustic sounds of BAILE INoLVIDABLE filled the stadium. One last meet of your eyes before he let go of your hand gently, and moved on to the little girl right behind you to twirl her as well as he went on with his performance, while you reached your hand out for the girl to take and bring her with you, disappearing into the crowd of dancers again. A director right on the side showed you the way back to the stairs. You let the young girl walk down first before following behind her. She was guided away in the opposite direction from where you were supposed to be heading next.
Your eyes found your assistant already waiting on the sidelines, greeting you with a big grin,
“How incredible was that?!” She screeched as you jumped into her arms, the adrenaline suddenly feeling ten times more intense than before.
“Oh my God,” you breathed out, “did that-”
“We gotta move you further now,” a security guard interrupted your short moment of excitement as he motioned towards the other end of the field, where you had come from originally. Right, next moment. Your assistant joined you as you suddenly started jogging over, passing the multiple cameras swiftly.
The performance carried on behind you as you took your next place. This is where you’d be greeting him right after the mini-concert ended, after the cameras were back on the field, away from the two of you.
“You did it,” your assistant grinned proudly, “And you guys looked AMAZING. I can’t wait to see Twitter’s reaction to this,” she chuckled, making you join her as you shook your head.
“This is insane,” you sighed happily, placing a hand on the space between your chest and stomach, trying to catch your breath after just being in front of a live camera and running up an entire football field.
“You know,” she smirked, nudging your side, “you look great in white.”
“Stop it,” you rolled your eyes with a smile, shaking your head, knowing exactly what she was initiating.
She quickly raised her hands in defence, “Just saying,” but the grin never left her lips.
You got to enjoy the very last part of NUEVAYoL before Ricky Martin's presence filled the screen, making you smile. Oh, how many women are shouting excitedly at their screens right now, you thought to yourself.
Once Benito started to climb one of the power lines, you could feel your heart stopping for a short moment. The climbing wasn’t the problem per se. But the fact that he was jumping and dancing on the tiniest platform known to mankind without a harness did it for you. You knew he had refused to wear anything to secure him up there, sure in his abilities and wanting to create a dynamic and real performance, you shook your head softly, eyeying each one of his movements carefully. A heavy breath of relief left your lips when he was back on the floor. As proud as you were of his achievement, you knew there was a conversation to be held - let’s not get hurt during worldwide-streamed performances.
You didn’t even notice your assistant leaving you for a short moment before she came back rushing to you, a big colourful piece of fabric in her grip.
“Here,” she grinned, opening it and draping it over your shoulders without a warning. She had snatched one of the Puerto Rican flags from the sides, handing it over to you. “Makes you even prettier,” she smiled as she tied the flag around your neck. You giggled, glancing back, watching the red stripes and white star within the blue triangle hang over your back, slightly flowing in the wind.
Just then, the rhythmic beat of DtMF hit your ears, and before you knew it, a tear had already escaped your eye. You didn’t even bother to wipe it away, knowing more were soon to come. Watching Benito jump up in ecstasy as more dancers holding and swinging flags of all the other countries of the American continent joined him happily, echoing his words like a choir.
The crowd that had formed was making their way to the walkout tunnel, where you were already anxiously waiting for him, ready to welcome him with the proudest hug of the century. Your eyes watched him closely as he clearly took in the moment, gazing around the stadium as he led his people towards the end. A security guard made sure they wouldn’t get interrupted just as they reached you.
“Muchas gracias,” Benito raised his hand up in the air as he got closer and closer, you already pushing yourself off the wall.
He turned around to the crowd one last time, shouting out the words of the number one song in the world before his eyes found yours. With a wide smile, Benito jogged up to you, the camera moving along with him quickly, making you furrow your brows slightly as you thought this would be the moment they’d cut back to a wide-shot of the stadium. But they stayed on him. Even as he reached you.
“A mi amor,” Benito proudly stated loudly before reaching his right hand out to you, your eyes widening in surprise, while using his left one to rip the microphone off and letting it dangle over his shoulder. Catching you off guard, he pulled you towards him with a quick tug, making you steady yourself with your hands on his chest as he hugged you. Before you could truly realise what he was doing, he spun you to the other side, tipped you lower and placed a loving kiss on your lips. You could only hear the loud cheers in the back from the dancers, almost overpowering the crowd in the stadium. With his mouth pressed onto yours, his big hand on your back, pressing into the flag still draped around you, brought you up to your feet again, letting you lean back and meet his dark, yet warmest eyes you had ever met, looking directly into yours.
“What are you doing?” You wondered out loud, your breathing quick as you still tried to wrap your head around the moment that had just been captured on camera.
“Te amo, cariño,” he grinned, catching his breath as the adrenaline was wearing off slowly. “I love you. So much.”
You giggled shyly, cupping his cheek and letting your thumb brush over his, the rosy tint gently, “I love you too, Beni.” With a smile, you pulled him down, placing another kiss, much softer, onto his lips. He didn’t even try to hide his forming grin as his hands grabbed you tighter and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss even more, letting the crowd fall into the back. He just made history in so many ways.
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yourusername and the whole world cheered🫶🏼
pedropascal absolutely incredible👏🏼 love you both❤️
user1 YES YES YES YES YES
user2 and the whole world cried (happy tears)
user3 I'm so here for this🩷
user4 we have a new it couple 🔥
user5 abolsutely love it when hot people date hot people
user6 how tf did he manage to make me scream, cry and laugh all within 13 minutes
A/N: I only had spanish for two years in middle school, so... i don't remember much tbh, please please please let me know if there's anything I could do better!! Really appreciate every help, I want to be as respectful as I can possibly be! (someone recently called me a winter latina bc i'm slavic and I'm honoured) Love you all, thank you
