Hello!! 👋 would you mind doing a bad bunny x reader with the reader being a little insecure about the relationship and he finds out and writes a song for her or something along these lines
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You had gotten good at hiding it. The little thoughts and the tiny insecurities. The quiet voice that sometimes whispered, He’s Bad Bunny. The world loved him. Millions of people sang his songs, filled stadiums, admired him from afar. And then there was you sometimes you wondered what he saw in you.
You hated thinking that way because Benito never gave you a reason to doubt him. He texted you good morning every day. He held your hand in public. He kissed your forehead when he thought no one was looking. He never made you question whether he loved you. The questions came from your own mind.
One night, the two of you were lying on the couch. You were tucked against his side while he absentmindedly played with your fingers. “You’ve been quiet,” he murmured. “I’m okay.” He smiled softly. “No, you’re pretending to be okay.” You sighed. “You always know, huh.” Of course I always know your my girl.” You looked down at your intertwined hands. “Can I tell you something?” “Always.” You hesitated.
“What if…” You laughed nervously. “It sounds silly.” “I’ll still listen.” You took a deep breath. “Do you ever…” Your voice became smaller. “…wish you were with someone else?” His hand immediately stopped moving. “What?” “I mean…” You looked away.“Someone who’s more… exciting.” He stared at you in disbelief. “Mi amor.” “You meet beautiful people every day. You think I don’t notice? And I know you don’t care…but sometimes I feel like one day you’ll realize I’m just…”
You couldn’t even finish the sentence. He gently cupped your face, making you look at him. “Don’t.” Your eyes met his. “Don’t ever finish that sentence.” He looked genuinely heartbroken. “You really think that?” You couldn’t buy a tear slipped down your cheek.“Sometimes.” He wiped it away immediately. “I don’t want anyone else.” You nodded, but he could tell you didn’t fully believe it. And that hurt him more than anything.
Over the next week Benito became unusually secretive. He disappeared into his home studio more often. If you walked in, he’d smile and gently usher you back out.“Nope.” “What?” “You’ll ruin the surprise.” “What surprise?” “You’ll see.”
One evening, he walked into the living room carrying his laptop. “I need your opinion.” “On what?” He sat beside you. “Close your eyes.” You did and a few seconds later, soft guitar filled the room. Then his voice it wasn’t loud or flashy but it sounded personal. Like he was sitting beside you, telling you everything he’d never managed to put into words. The lyrics weren’t about perfection they were about comfort.
About coming home after exhausting days and finding peace with you. How your laugh always filled the silence in his life. How he will always reach for your hand without thinking. And about how fame disappeared the second he walked through your front door.
By the time the song ended you couldn’t help but cry. Benito quietly closed the laptop leaving the room a bit quiet. “You wrote that?” He nodded. “For you.” “You actually did.” “I couldn’t find the words when you asked me.” He reached for your hands. “So I wrote them.”
You looked at him through tear filled eyes. “I don’t know what to say.” “You don’t have to say anything.” He smiled softly. “I just needed you to hear what goes on in my head.” He brushed your hair behind your ear. “Because apparently I haven’t been doing a very good job showing you.” “No you have.” You shook your head quickly.
“You’ve never made me doubt your love.” He squeezed your hand. “Then what happened?” You looked down.“My own stupid thoughts.” He nodded knowingly. “I get those too.” “You do?” “I’m human.” He smiled gently. “Some days I wonder if I’m enough.” You blinked. “You?” “Yeah.” He laughed softly.
“Being famous doesn’t make your insecurities disappear.” He leaned forward until your foreheads touched. “So next time that little voice tells you I deserve someone else remember that I literally wrote a song trying to convince you otherwise.”
You laughed through your tears. “I guess that’s pretty convincing.” “I hope so.” You wrapped your arms around him. “I love you.” “I know.” He kissed your temple. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never have to question whether you’re enough for me.” You smiled into his shoulder. “What if I forget?” He grinned. “Then I’ll write another song.” “And another?”
“As many as it takes.” You looked up at him. “So basically I’m stuck being your muse?” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “No.” He smiled warmly. “I’m the lucky one who gets to write about the love of his life.” And for the first time in a long time, the little voice in the back of your mind grew quiet. Not because it disappeared completely. But because every time it tried to speak and you could still hear his song reminding you that, out of everyone in the world, he’d already made his choice. And it was you.
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