#breaking up

Benito x Black Reader

Club mistakes||

A/N: ~~ = time skip. Yes I know this is not all Puerto Rican Spanish so it’s not 100% accurate to Benito! It took me forever to write this story, but I hope you all enjoy! I’m open to feedback!

Your blood is boiling you can feel the anger deep in your heart—you’re so mad you could break your phone in half. Who the fuck does he think he is? We broke up two weeks ago is he fucking kidding me.

“Maldita puta, si viera su estúpida cara ahora mismo mataría a ese hombre.” You close your phone and toss it across the bed, the stupid bed that smells like him.

The first thing you do is pick up the closest pillow and scream into it after you feel you got it all out you stand up going to the closet to find new bed sheets.

“Cabronaa what’s wrong?” Your friend says on your MacBook which is currently sitting on your bed. The concern and shock is all over her face.

“Benito! Benito is what’s wrong!” You try to take some deep breaths to regulate your emotions as you walk over to the closet.

“What did he do?” Your friend deeply sighs rubbing the creases between her eye brows.

“We broke up two weeks ago and he’s already kissing another girl at a fucking club.” You walk back over to the bed and sit down putting your head in your hands holding back tears.

“That fucking ho-“ as soon as your best friend is about to say this a sob is ripped from your throat.

“Aww babe Let it out girl it’s okay—you will be okay. You’re a bad bitch you’ve come too far to let this set you back.” You hear determination in your best friend’s voice.

Your brain flips a switch and you lift your head wiping away the tears. “Let’s go out tonight.”

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The feeling when you step in the club is electric, the music is loud through the speakers. Everyone dancing on each other and throwing back drinks. Your friend and you pregamed before you booked the uber so the buzz you have is making you feel bold.

Your friend atomically drags you to the dance floor where you each immediately connect with someone. The guy you’re dancing with is tall, has dark hair, he’s Hispanic and smells amazing (a/n just to be clear not Benito lol) you both dance for a while in the club getting lost in the music and having fun nothing gets serious but the heat is there just in the dancing and grinding.

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You’re immediately jolted awake slightly irritated because you were just starting to drift off. You swing your feet over your bed placing them in the slippers on the side. You’re currently in your pink bonnet, silk sleep shorts and a flimsy pink tank top. You walk to the door so confused on who would be there at 2am on a Saturday, so you grab your bat from behind the door just incase.

Once you make it to the door you look out the peep hole and your heart sinks. It’s raining outside and on your porch is Benito looking like a lost puppy with his head hung low.

You decide to open the door going against your better judgement.

Once you swing it open his head lifts up and you can see the little bit of relief he has from seeing you. Looking into his eyes your heart cracks slightly they are red like he’s been crying.

“Why are you here Benito?” You question not in the mood for anymore games.

“ La cagué con mi amor,” he swallows deeply then tries to continue running a hand through his hair. “I was an idiot I broke up with you because I was being immature and I felt like my life was abrumador—or too much and I made a stupid mistake of giving you up. I’m sorry I know you saw the videos of me at the club I’m a cabrón, I understand if you don’t want to take me back but seeing that video of you and that guy dancing in the club broke something else inside of me. I’m the only one I want you to dance with I want you, i was acting like a Niño pequeño without thinking. Please I want you to take me back mi amor por favor llévame de vuelta.” At this point he’s grabbed both of your hands in his and he’s kissing them softly murmuring begs of forgiveness.

“That kiss meant nothing to me I swear to you I was drunk and being reckless Lo siento mucho, Bebé .” He continues to kiss your hands, as you stand there choked up. (A/N: I’m just playing into my fantasies atp).

He lowers himself to his knees starting to kiss you softly on your little bit of stomach that is shown in your pajamas. He’s still crying softly and whispering his apologies after every kiss. Once you’re satisfied you stop him. Taking ahold of his hands resting on your legs, you pull on them lightly signaling him to stand. After he does you grab his face between both of your hands—his eyes look so remorseful.

“Benito stop, I’m still hurt by what you did and you’re not forgiven yet but I accept your apology, I just wish you talked to me instead of breaking my heart-“ he winces at that. “- but I love you and I miss you next to me.” He leans down placing a kiss on your lips.

“Im so sorry again mi amor I love you so much Bebé.” He presses your foreheads together bending slightly to wrap both arms around you.

You think to yourself you would take this man back in every life time.

“ if it makes you feel any better I danced with a guy at the club.” You smile wide and his eyes widen slightly before he remembers what he did in his drunken state.

He smiles softly at you hiding his annoyance then places a kiss on your cheek.

This is not asking about weddings that were cancelled for other reasons (e.g. weddings that were cancelled in 2020 because of COVID, logistical reasons, etc)– only weddings that were called off because the couple broke up. This is common in fiction, and anon is curious how often this happens IRL after official invitations have been sent out.

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You'd call him the man you'd kill for, but to me he's just a useless slave.

You'd argue with other girls because of his attention, but to me he's just an option between my several slaves.

You may make yourself very vulnerable to him that you'd cry for him, but to me he's a slave who doesn't even deserve a drop of my spit.

Maybe one day, you'll learn how to become a GODDESS like I am, but today you just have to start with knowing you should be the superior one.

You are a horrible person. Not by accident, not by circumstance, but by a long series of choices you made because they were easier than being decent. You are a horrible person and the tragedy is that you’ve always known it. 

That’s why the smallest conflict makes you flinch like a guilty child. That’s why accountability feels like violence to you. That’s why the simplest conversation becomes unbearable the moment it asks you to stay present. You know all of this. That’s why you hide. That’s why you run. 

You’ve spent years mistaking your emotional laziness for depth. Your mood swings for complexity. It’s almost impressive, the way you’ve managed to protect your fragile little self-myth of “I’m a good guy” while leaving a trail of hurt you insist on never looking at.

Not as your ex, but as the woman you once called a beautiful person, I’m telling you what you already fear: You recognised beauty in me because it exposed the void in you. A void you’ve been running from, not exploring, filling, or repairing.

You were quick to see who I was. I was slow to see who you are. But now that I see it, I see everything.

You are a man who cannot handle the slightest emotional mirror because it threatens the delicate fiction you’ve built around yourself. A man who retreats at the first sign of responsibility, who behaves as if affection should come with no expectations whatsoever. A man who turns every request into a burden, every truth into an accusation, every feeling into a threat.

Every emotional moment with you was a coin toss between silence and sulking. You made me negotiate with your fragility every time I tried to express even a sliver of my own. You were never dramatically cruel. Just consistently disappointing in a way that erodes someone’s self-respect slowly, quietly, like tide on stone.

Remember when you held me and whispered that your greatest fear was hurting me? Funny how quickly you proved your own prophecy true. Funny how irritation replaced tenderness.

You’re someone who can charm but cannot be accountable. A man who loves the idea of being seen as good, but never does the work to be good. You are a weak man. A delusion wearing the mask of a conscience.

I didn’t lose you. You evaporated the moment presence required effort.

Charlie Bushnell x OC

summary: Madison and Charlie are tired. Tired of loving the other so much that it makes them sick and tired of getting their hearts ripped out of their chests continuously. What happens when Madison finally calls it off, will it be forever?

trigger warnings: toxic relationships, fighting, yelling, randomly made up oc so she doesn’t have a big personality, charlie and madison both being toxic

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History always repeats itself. That’s the same bullshit they’ve been feeding Madison for years. If something bad happens to you twice, you must be doing something incredibly wrong and the universe is playing the dirtiest trick on you.

She never believed in it. Madison was set on her theories. If something bad kept happening to you and you start to see patterns, then that’s your fault.

She would’ve never imagined that it would happen to her one day.

What was supposed to be a quick job as a makeup artist for Percy jackson and the Olympians, turned out as a prison for Madison, with Charlie Bushnell possessing the only key for the exit.

He wasn’t a bad person, Madison could swear on that, everyone knew that he was the kindest soul you could ever met, but she seemed to bring out the worst side of him, just like she brought out the worst side of her.

He never laid his hands on her, he could never. Charlie kissed, caressed, bite and loved, never anything else. But, when love gets overwhelming, words hit harder than anything else if you don’t have control.

That was exactly what Charlie didn’t have around her. Control. No matter the love he had for her, so deep that his chest ached every time they broke up, which happened quite often, he would always fuck everything up.

He tried, god, if he tried. Madison was his whole life, the only thing keeping him sane in his crazy and unpredictable world and the only one who ever even scratched the surface of him. Everything seemed useless, Charlie was drowning in his own feelings.

Madison, too, wouldn’t consider herself a saint. It all started with her and Charlie breaking up a few times in the span of their first six months of relationship and then everything was out of her control.

All the boundaries? Gone after a few drinks too much at a party. Her self-respect? Gone the moment Charlie got on his knees and begged her to get back together for the third time while he cried so hard his whole body shook.

She was tired. He was too. It was killing them both alive. This in and out was unbearable but neither of them tried to stop it.

They had formed this kind of rhythm. Whenever one of them felt the other slip away, they immediately tried everything to make the relationship work. No more yelling, no more spiteful gestures, just sweet words that cut deeper than any type of blade.

The worst part? They meant every single thing they said to each other, the insults? meant it. The sickening love for each other? The truest thing in their lives.

This worked for a while, exhausting, but functional.

Madison felt herself crack under the weight of having to watch his every move gradually, until she couldn’t take it anymore. She knew what she had to do.

Her and Charlie had to end it, this time forever.

The message was short and extremely cold “we need to talk, i’m coming over.” Charlie didn’t even need to open it to know what was coming. He had felt the shift. The way her smile was tighter when he talked about the future or the way she cried softly in her pillow at night when he held her, her thinking she was quiet.

He needed to fix everything. He couldn’t lose her after all they’ve sacrificed for each other.

When she knocked on the door, Madison felt a clock ticking in her head. For a moment, she thought that Vecna from Stranger Things was real, then, she realised that it was her brain reminding her how little time they had left.

No more late night drives. No more practicing scripts. No more trying makeup on him. No more loving each other endlessly.

But that also meant no more emotional dependence. No more yelling until their throats ached and no more panic attacks when Madison was out too late or when Charlie flirted with interviewers.

When Charlie opened the door, he was already crying “Maddie…” he exhaled, his hands finding her waist almost automatically, like he had done hundreds of times before.

“You won’t make me change my mind.” it sounded almost funny, how she didn’t even had to explain what was going through her mind, because he knew.

Charlie, though, definitely wasn’t letting go so easily. He pulled her closer, bending down to meet her eyes as one of his hands gripped on her curls softly.

“I need you.”

He whispered it so softly that she thought she had imagined it. Her breath hitched for a second as she felt her defences crumbling.

This always happened. She let herself get manipulated. This needed to stop. This needed to stop.

Madison breathed deeply, in and out, she closed her eyes and focused on the sound of her heart rather than his begging, just like her therapist taught her to do. “That’s all i am for you? A need?”

“Charlie, it’s for both of us, really.” she added, trying to keep her calm as her tone softened. Their eyes met again and, for just a moment, she thought that he would understand. Then, his face hardened all at once “Don’t say that shit!” he harshly pulled away, kicking a chair near him out if anger.

“Charlie!” Madison’s voice was angry but firm. The boy stopped for a second before his eyes darkened again “Shut up!” he yelled, looking away from her as he tugged his dark curls, focusing on anything but her.

“You don’t tell me to shut up!” Madison walked towards him so quick she almost jogged “You have no fucking right.” she gritted her teeth, shaking her head slightly.

“You ruined me, Madison.” he was crying again now, sinking down into the floor “Do you think i’m ok?!” she snapped “Do you think i seriously want this?!” She didn’t even let him answer “I don’t! I’m doing this because i care for you and because i can’t have you anymore!”

Charlie sat up suddenly “We can work it through!” “We tried! We fucking tried… so many times, and it didn’t work.” she chuckled bitterly, taking a small step away from his sitting figure. His fingers twitched at his side, almost like he wanted to reach for her, but he never did.

“I love you, Madison…” Charlie cried, his chest feeling heavier and heavier as she spoke. Madison couldn’t help it anymore, she crumbled all at once “I know, i know…” she kneeled down next to him, resting her hands on his shoulders to ground him “I’m sorry…”

Without saying anything, Charlie slowly shifted closer and captured his lips with hers. It was messy, tears getting in the way as they clutched to the other like a lifeline. When she pulled away, she let her forehead rest on his gently “I can’t convince you.” he wasn’t asking, he knew that they were done.

“I will always love you…” she stated, making him nod slowly “…But we were drifting apart and-“ “Yeah, i fucking noticed.” he grumbled, looking away as Madison stopped the impulse to roll her eyes.

Even in moments like these, moments that will change them forever, he managed to keep being edgy, like this was only her fault.

“I can’t change you.” he scoffed “I don’t need to be changed.” Madison pulled away, standing up a she took several steps away from him, finally putting the distance that needed to be put, finally choosing herself.

“Goodbye, i wish you the best…” she started, tightening her fists as she forced herself not to sob “…even if it’s not with me.”

Just as Madison was facing the door, palm already gripping the handle, Charlie’s voice stopped her.

“I’ll never get over you.”

“We’ll survive.”

And just like that, she closed the door, leaving behind a decision that will haunt her forever.

eli speaks!!

i’m crying

anyway, don’t be silent reader!! first once shot on here i’m so excited