#hispanic

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.

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“Logan!” Dean yelled out. He got off the floor and walked to Logan’s room, he knocked 3 times, no answer. He opened the door and found Logan still sleeping. “Dude, wake up!” Dean approached his bed and started shaking him until Logan jolted awake.

“What the fuck, Dean?!?” Logan exclaimed, completely startled to see the 6’2 human golden retriever standing over him.

“Is that anyway to greet your friend?” Dean feigned being hurt by his friend’s words.

“This early? Yes, yes it is. What do you want?” Logan groaned, moving to his side to try and get some shuteye.

“There was this really cute girl at the party last night, I need you to help me find her dorm.” Dean omits the fact that it was for Logan and not himself.

“Aren’t you dating Allie? Why are you finding another girl cute?” Logan asked.

“She stole my wallet.” Dean lied and Logan let out a little “ha”. “You gonna come with me or not?”

“Dude, go by yourself.” Logan said.

“Please come with me, I’ll pay for your breakfast.” Dean offered and Logan perked up.

“Pay for my food for the whole day.” Logan countered.

“Done.” Dean agreed.

You were waiting for the elevator talking to your mom.

“Si mami, ahorita voy a salir para desayunar, no te preocupes.” You told your worrying mother. The elevator dinged and you saw two boys who you have never seen before step out, walking down the hall towards your dorm.

“Permítame tantito, mami. Excuse me, can I help you?” You asked.

“No thanks.” The brunette said as he followed the tall blonde.

“Te hablo después mami, te quiero mucho.” You hung up the phone and started following the two college boys. “Hey!”

“Dont put your number, don’t put your number.” The brunette told the blonde, both of them standing in front of your dorm, the blonde

“I’m not putting my number, I’m putting your number.” The blonde corrected.

“That’s my dorm.” You said and the brunette turned around, checking you out and with a little smirk he said

“Okay, put my number.”

“Are you sure this is your dorm?” The blonde asked.

“I’m pretty sure, I’ve been sleeping there since I moved in. What’s your name, anyway?” You asked, arms crossed.

“Well my name is Dean Di Laurentis, and this pretty faced brunette is John Logan.” Dean said with his hands on John’s shoulders. “He’s single, by the way.” Dean winked, John elbowed him, and you stifled a laugh.

“So sorry, it’s just that a girl stole his wallet.” John said.

“Oh, it was in my jeans the whole time, silly me. Well, I’ll leave you two to it, you kids have fun.” And Dean left them.

“Was your friend dropped on his head as a baby?” You asked and John laughed.

“No, but it would explain so much if he was.” John replied. “You know my name, what’s yours?”

“It’s Y/N. So John, what was the plan here?” Y/N asked.

“Actually, people call me Logan but you can call me John if you like.” Logan said.

“Bueno, Logan, care to explain why Dean was going to leave me your number.”

“I think he was pimping me out. Anyway, sorry to bother you.” Logan said and he was going to talk away when you stopped him.

“I was heading to the dining hall for breakfast. You wanna join me?” You asked.

“I’d like that, actually.” Logan said snd the both of you started walking together to the elevator. “You like hockey?” The elevator dinged and you got on.

“I’ve been to one New York Rangers game but I don’t really go to the briar hockey games. I’ve been meaning to though.”

“Well when you go to a briar game, check out number 22.” Logan suggested. The elevator door opened and yall got out.

“I will.” You said. “So you’re inviting me to watch you play?”

“Well clearly Dean was trying to set me up with you, it must have been for good reason.” Logan said. “Speaking of which, I have to find him in the dining hall, he’s paying for my food.”

“Alright then. I’ll meet you at the register.” You said. You walked inside the dining hall and split up. Logan spotted Dean talking to Garrett and Tucker.

“Hey, where were you?” Garrett asked.

“Ask Dean, he pimped me out to a Latina.” Logan said, pointing at Dean before grabbing what he wanted to eat.

“Actually, funny story about that, I meant to pimp you out to that girl.” Dean said, pointing to a short brunette with medium straight hair, wearing a blue baby tee and shorts. “I mixed up her dorm number, I drank lots of beer last night.”

“I am so lost.” Tucker said. They headed to the Register to pay for their food.

“I followed Dean to one resident buildings on campus and he was putting my phone number on the door. This girl was startled, had no idea what’s going on. But she’s cute, very pretty.” Logan said.

“Looks like I did something right after all.” Dean said.

“You’re lucky she didn’t call campus security.” Logan said.

“But you two hit it off! It’s fate, I swear, god wanted me to mix up the dorms.” Dean said.

“Keep telling yourself that.” Logan said.