barrio life

So Much More

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

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Summary: The Whisper Challenge is the stupidest thing to exist.

Warnings: Cursing, because we all know I can’t contain myself.

Word Count: 3,887 (THIS WAS NOT MY INTENTION. IT WAS MEANT TO BE A SHORT DRABBLE.)

A/N: Jesus Christ, I’m literally garbage. Here I am, take me away, throw me into the dumpster. Or better yet, an incinerator. This is dumb. It’s trash. Also, I sat down in front of my piano to write something for this and I’m mad at myself because IT’S MISSING SO MANY PIECES AND I’M NOT OKAY WITH THAT. Another also, MY FAVORITE NERD IN THE WORLD is gonna slaughter y’all with the best writing in the world (as expected) AND I AM STILL YELLING ABOUT IT (also as expected) BECAUSE SHE’S SO AMAZING AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH (y’all expected that too, right? LIKE YOU GUYS I CAN’T COMPREHEND HOW MUCH I LOVE HER. I also love love love love love love all of you that actually bother to read my shit like it’s not even that great and like I always say I’m legit SHoooOooOOOOOOK ‘cause of it like I really don’t get it you guys are amazing what did I do to deserve you guys????????

PS: GO TEAM, NICE WORK!!

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“Holy fuck,” you muttered, staring down at it just sitting on the edge of your bathtub. “What the hell?”

Nope, nope, nope. This was insane. It wasn’t happening. That was wrong, oh, so wrong.

But wait, come to think of it, maybe– No. Not right. Nope. It was incorrect, false, a lie. None of it was true. There was a glitch in the matrix and this was its mistake.

It was impossible. You had taken every single precaution to ensure that this wouldn’t happen. Lin was busy working on his latest work about some lame dude (Babe, how do you go from writing about barrio life to– I hear rap songs in this biography, okay? Trust me on this!), and you were too overcome with the responsibilities of being the new editor-in-chief of your very own magazine. There wasn’t enough time for this. The two of you had decided it was best to wait until the time was right, until the hype of your brand new lives had died down, until you had enough time to do this.

Now was not the time.

Lin wasn’t due home for a while, as his schedule practically had him living in the theater. And that was another thing. The two of you barely had time together, so when the fuck did this happen?

You sat on your bathroom floor against the bathtub and held your head in your hands, wracking your brain for answers because this was just not happening right now. Thinking back to the last time, you furrowed your brows, confused and at a loss for words, and your mouth remained agape for all of three seconds until you felt the dire need to heave into the open toilet bowl in front of you.

“For Christ’s sake,” you groaned, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

While part of you was over the moon, the rest of you just couldn’t handle it. Not just because this was all wrong timing, but because you believed it was impossible.

Then again, there was that one time a little over a month ago where the two of you had exactly eight minutes to make up for lost time. It was sloppy and reckless, hands were everywhere, fingers gripping hair, nails digging into flesh, teeth sinking into skin, palms against whatever could steady the two of you, legs hoisted in positions you didn’t know were possible, sounds haphazardly escaping, groans ricocheting against the tiles, names falling from panting mouths.

Oh.

Dear God, that was it.

You were sitting in the room where it happened.

And now, not only were you anxious and filled with apprehension for what was to come, you were also disappointed that the last time something like that happened was more than a month ago. You were told that the first year of married life was filled with moments of not wanting to leave the confines of your bedroom or, at the very least, the four walls of your home. But no, your first year with a plain ring on the fourth finger of your left hand was spent with the two of you just barely seeing each other in passing, sharing quick pecks whenever both of you had thirty seconds of peace, merely texting each other the day’s activities with brief commentary here and there whenever time allowed.

How were you supposed to throw this into the mix?

You spent three more weeks with this little tidbit kept to yourself, not letting a soul know– especially your mother because Lord knows the first thing she’d do is tell the entire world and the last thing you wanted to do was to tell your entire world (ahem, Lin, because let’s be real, he’s the only thing that truly mattered to you) about it. So you just sat back, dealing with the brute of it all by yourself, silently grateful that your husband was either absent or too tired to even realize what was going on. Sure, a small part of you was frustrated that he didn’t pick up on anything, but you just couldn’t blame him. He practically spent the entirety of the time he had at home just shoving handful upon handful of Cheetos in his mouth, frantically pacing back and forth across the small patch of carpet in front of the piano, mumbling stanzas to himself with a furrowed brow. You couldn’t blame him for being so distracted. And plus, this sort of gave you the time to come to terms with it.

And when you finally came to terms with it all, you were excited because this was happening. Even though it was all wrong timing, (but really, was there a right time for it?) this was still something the two of you had always wanted regardless of where life had you at the moment.

Lin had come home on a Thursday night all distraught and exhausted from some cabinet meeting he had with his buddies, immediately collapsing right next to you on the living room loveseat, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Hello to you too,” you greeted with a grin, shutting your laptop and placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

He grunted something in reply and you simply placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head, chuckling quietly to yourself.

“Hey, I had an idea. Ever heard of the Whisper Challenge?” you asked him, watching as your tired husband looked up at you with worsening eyebags.

“No?” he breathed frustratedly. “What’s that got to do with–”

“Come on, come on! Sit up!” You opened up your laptop again and typed ‘Whisper Challenge rules’ into Google’s search box and hit enter. “See? So we both take turns trying to guess what the other is whispering or… mouthing, it says here. It’ll be fun?”

“How is it supposed to be fun? I mean, we’d be able to hear each other whispering.”

“No no, that’s where the headphones come in,” you told him, gesturing to the headphones around his neck. “Whoever’s guessing puts them on while it’s blaring the loudest music you can find, so you’re really stuck just trying to figure out what I’m trying to say.”

“Baby, I’m so tired,” he whined. “Can’t we just do this next time?”

You pouted, giving him the pleading look that always got you what you wanted. (Your sister swears it was the reason why he married you.) “Come on, Lin, please? For me? I’d play the game by myself, but I’d look stupid just mouthing words I already know I’m saying.”

He threw his head back in a hearty laugh and he shook his head. “God, only you could get me to do this.”

“Because you love me,” you quipped, trying to distract him as you turned on your webcam as stealthily as you could. If there was one thing you wanted to capture more than anything, it was Lin’s reaction to this. “Okay, you first.”

“Fine, fine.” He put on his headphones and turned on his music, blasting it so loudly that you were positive your upstairs neighbors could hear Nas playing in his ears.

“Can you hear me?” you asked him in your normal volume.

“What?!” he yelled in reply, sending you nearly falling off the sofa because you didn’t expect him to shout back at you. The corners of his lips pulling upwards into his signature goofy smile and you found yourself grinning right back at him.

You sat there cross-legged right in front of him, stealing a peek at your laptop to ensure it was recording this. After ensuring the dinky webcam was doing its job, you turned back to him and began to mouth ‘Look, a distraction!’

“Lube, a dictator!” he exclaimed excitedly, shooting you a look of confusion as he giggled.

Dear Jesus, this was going to be one hell of a game.

You snorted at his response and quickly shook your head.

“No, no! Look! A distraction!” you mouthed yet again, this time fully enunciating your words.

“Lewd interaction!” Lin fell back onto the armrest of the loveseat and laughed maniacally, holding his sides as he lost control.

“Lin, no! Look! A! Distraction!” There were tears in your eyes from laughing so hard and you were grateful he couldn’t hear your constant snorting.

He quickly took off the headphones and wiped at his eyes. “I have no idea what you’re saying. What the hell were you saying?”

“Look! A distraction!” you repeated for the last time, just barely getting the words out.

“Jesus Christ, what? I thought you were saying–” He couldn’t finish the sentence because the two of you were just cackling out of control at this point. When the laughter subsided a little, he handed you the headphones. “Go ahead, you try it! It’s not as easy as you think, I swear.”

You put the headphones on and gave him a thumbs up, grinding to the rhythm of “Oochie Wally”, doing a silly body roll along to the music.

He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you softly, his eyelashes tickling your cheeks. “God, you’re cute.”

“Go Yoko Ono?” you answered, cocking your head to the side in uncertainty. “Go… yellow?”

“Oh my God, no no no,” he snickered, shaking his head. “That wasn’t my phrase!”

“Thank you, West Wing?”

Lin practically slid off the sofa in a fit of laughter, throwing his hands up in defeat. 

“This is hopeless, for fuck’s sake.” He was already sitting on the floor, looking up at you, chuckling uncontrollably, unable to catch a beat to breathe for a little. “T-take off the headphones, babe, please.” He motioned for you to do as he told you and you did so with a nod.

“I have no fucking clue what you were saying,” you told him, the quiet of the room in comparison to the music blaring in your ears taking you aback for a moment.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to come up with a phrase.”

“Wait, so what was it you were saying? That means I didn’t even get a full turn–”

“No, no, no, I’m not having you guess again, Y/N. You’re horrible at this!”

You reached out for his hand and pulled him back up to the sofa, still giggling like the fools you were. “Alright then, fine. You do it again.”

“Y/N, come on, I think we’ve proven that we’re not good at this game.” He raised his arms above his head and stretched, letting out a long yawn.

“Just one more?” you asked him softly, placing a hand on his knee.

He gruffed dramatically and took the headphones from your lap, immediately putting them on. “Last one.”

You were trembling with giddiness, limbs not knowing whether to stay inside the vehicle at all times or outside to let them flail about. With your hands covering you mouth, you shielded a cheesy grin from him and squirmed for a moment, trying to figure out how to break the news to him.

This was it. This was the moment that would change your lives forever. This was the time that would alter reality for the two of you.

For a brief moment, you simply sat there and smiled at him, admiring his obliviousness, watching as his head bobbed to the rhythm of the music. For all of ten seconds, you let yourself think back to a memory that always made your heart burst at the seams.

“He’d be the type of person that couldn’t contain his emotions,” you said with a giggle. “Bouncy and giddy all the time, rambling about anything and everything.”

“I feel like that’s your way of telling me I’m obnoxious…”

“Not so much obnoxious, just… enthusiastic. You’re enthusiastic.”

“Yeah, well she’d also be a master of words because– Psh, look at us, babe. Need I say more?”

“Jesus, our kid’s gonna be the craziest combination in the world.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “And we’re gonna be the luckiest people to exist because of it.”

You took a deep breath and held it for a beat before exhaling, mouthing ‘Hi daddy!’ as best as you could.

“Haddock… Ad-lib? I– I’m not getting what you’re saying.”

Once again, you mouthed the phrase, emphasizing each and every letter of the two words.

“If you’re saying, ‘Hi Daddy’, then you could just take it right into the bedroom…” Lin shot you a devilish look, flashing you a conniving grin before breaking into a chuckle.

You quickly shook your head and laughed. “No no, hi daddy!”

Yikes, maybe that wasn’t the phrase to say. Those two words could be easily convoluted, especially with his new lack of hearing. But it was far too late at this point. You’d already said it. He’s already caught on, and he knew what you said.

Lin took off his headphones and looked at you in complete and utter confusion, still roaring with laughter. “Are you saying ‘hi daddy’? What the heck?”

All you did was nod, absentmindedly biting your cheeks to keep yourself from squealing.

“Why that phrase? Hi Daddy? What?” His laughter died down and he stared at you, not quite understanding the significance of the two words. “Either I’m exhausted to the point where I can’t see the obvious or you’re being really vague and I still have complete control of my brain.”

Well, now was the moment to really say it. This was the moment you’d spent days dreading, only to become the most excited person to exist.

“You’re gonna be a dad,” you whispered softly, almost unable to speak because the sheer excitement was too much to handle. “I’m pregnant, Lin.”

His face dropped, mouth hanging wide open, eyes tripling in size. “What?!”

You just beamed at him in reply, too speechless to elaborate any further.

“I’m– Oh my God, babe, that’s amazing!” He immediately grabbed you and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I’m– We’re gonna have a baby?” His tone was still incredulous, not that you could blame him because this was the last thing either of you had anticipated.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” you repeated, the tears of joy already pricking your eyes.

He pulled away and kissed you over and over again, placing a hand on your stomach. “Oh my God, that’s… my kid’s in there!” Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your stomach before looking back up at you. “Jesus Christ, I love you so much. You’re incredible.”

“I love you,” you murmured in reply, cupping his cheek as you pecked his lips. “We’re having a baby.”

For a moment, both of you sat in each other’s arms in silence, quietly basking in the fact that in just a matter of months, it would no longer be the two of you. This time next year, you’d be sitting on the very same sofa with a little bundle in your arms, marveling at its little nose, tickling its little feet, kissing its little hands. Lin would sing the little one lullabies, waltzing with the baby, lulling it to sleep. You’d go on family outings to the park, babbling back at a gurgling infant, overdramatically describing everything its eyes could see. Both of your families would gush over the newest member of the family, arguing over who would get to hold it first, posting countless pictures of the baby on all social media platforms, claiming the tiny human possessed their chin, their hairline, their fingertips. You and Lin would spend every night with hearts so full of love, disregarding the exhaustion a new infant would entail.

This was a dream come true.

Two and a half months later when your bump made its appearance, Lin was working on your laptop (I left mine at Lac’s, I’ll be fast! I just need to type this out!) and he stopped you just as you were on your way to the office.

“Babe, what’s this?” He asked you, beckoning you over to the kitchen.

It was the video you’d recorded that night.

“Oh! That’s the little Whisper challenge we did when I told you about the little bean,” you answered.

“You recorded the whole thing?”

“Well, yeah, I wanted to capture the moment I told you. For reasons.” You walked back over to the front door and grabbed your shoes from the coat closet. “I have to stop by the office and pick up some things, but I’ll be back.”

Lin walked over to you and kissed you goodbye. “Okay, I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

You walked out the door and headed towards the subway, taking the A down to your office in Chelsea. While you sat impatiently on the car underground, you pulled out your phone and checked your notifications, bringing up your Twitter app when you saw Lin had posted a video, tagging you in it.

@Lin_Manuel: And here we have raw footage of me discovering that my wife and I had created a human! Coming November 2015!

There was the tail-end of the video, the moment when you teared up and Lin wouldn’t stop cheering. The mere sight of his reaction again made you cry yet again, and you blamed it on the hormones that were making you too emotional to function.

The world was on the journey with the two of you, congratulating you in the comments section of every single picture or video Lin posted on social media, giving you guys name suggestions (I don’t know, Rocco is a really cool name– Absolutely not, Lin, we’re not naming our child Rocco. Are you insane?), answering any questions Lin had asked in regards to where to buy random foods at all hours of the night because of your incessant cravings.

He’d insisted on taking a picture every day during your pregnancy to document how insane it was that you were carrying a real human inside. Despite your disdain for pictures on some days, (Lin, I look like a fucking whale– God, you’re beautiful.) you humored him, allowing him to capture the growth of the little one the two of you created.

When the time had come, you were cursing at him left and right because he wanted to take one last picture before the baby arrived, and after remembering how much of a bitch you were on some days, you gave in and forced a smile as he snapped the picture.

Noelle Grace Miranda was born one chilly day in November, rising earlier than the sun, greeting the little doves with her own song.

Upon her arrival at home, like the tradition it became for the past six months, Lin took another picture, this time with the three of you in the shot. You cradled your new bundle of joy in your arms, looking down at her as Lin draped an arm across your shoulder, his free hand caressing Noelle’s little head.

You didn’t know what the point of the pictures were, and you simply assumed he just wanted to capture every single moment from the time he found out he was going to be a father to the time he actually became one. So you were shocked when he told you to join him by the piano with the baby.

“I um,” he started, smiling at the two loves of his life before him. “You recorded the minute I found out I was gonna be a dad, so now I want to commemorate this new part of our life with this.”

“What?”

“Shh, just wait,” he replied with a chuckle. In front of him was a camera propped up on its tripod, set up and ready to go. He beamed right at it and clasped his hands together before positioning his fingers on the ivory keys. From C-sharp major seven, he played a tune in 12/8 time, his left knee bouncing up and down as he felt out the rhythm. His fingers found their way to E-flat minor, then to G-flat major nine, ending the riff at A-flat over the previous chord.

You cradled your little one as you sat right next to him on the piano bench, not too sure what to expect.

“I’ll be honest,” he began to sing. “I didn’t think we had the time. Your mama, she’s a busy one, and papa, well, he’s trying to make something out of someone. Just so happened we made you too. You weren’t a part of the plan yet, but thank God we got you.” Lin’s eyes fluttered shut as he lost himself in the song. “I will try to show you the meaning of happiness. We’ll both learn how to be the best we can be. I’ll make the world open all the doors for you because you… have opened a million new doors for me.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you watched on, gazing adoringly at your husband, your heart growing an infinite amount with every note he sang.

You smile, for a moment, I can’t breathe. Can’t help but wonder what life’s got in store. I’m not prepared to watch you grow into who you’re destined to be, so stay my little one until I’m ready. But I will learn to grow with you as the days go by, and we will figure out our brand new life. I know I’ll make mistakes along the way, but I can promise that no matter what the world will bring, I promise, I’ll hold your hand through everything, I promise that there is nothing more that I will ever do… than to make sure I’m the very best for you.

There was a bit of an interlude and Lin’s fingers danced up and down the keys, his eyes now open and gazing down at the tiny creation you held in your arms.

I promise that there’s nothing more that I will ever do,” he sang softly, his eyes welling up. “Than to make sure life’s the very best for you.

He ended the song with a major-seven arpeggio, letting the chord ring out until it faded before reaching up to stop the recording.

“Lin, I’m–” you couldn’t speak, too speechless to make anything else leave the safehaven of your lips.

“Thank you for the best gift the world has ever given me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then to Noelle’s. “I love you guys so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

The next day, Lin posted the video of the song on YouTube, linking it to his Twitter and Facebook. Not only was it a video of him singing Noelle’s new lullaby, but it was a montage of all the pictures he’d taken through every step of your journey to parenthood. At the end of it all, there was a picture of your newborn with a caption of her full name and birthdate. Underneath, a note from Lin to his daughter.

My little one, I promise to lay a strong enough foundation. I’ll give you the entire world. I’ll do whatever it takes to make the world safe and sound for you. I can’t wait to see you blow us all away someday. My little love, you are my entire world.

Te amo, mi amorcita.

Siempre,
Papa

anonymous asked:

The barrio discovering someone has tomodachi life, and has created miis of all of them

Awww! Now I wish I did that with MY Tomodachi Life game!!

Okay but honestly, I feel like Carla and Sonny would tagteam on this. Like Sonny has the game and Carla gives him input and helps him create the barrio Miis. And every now and then, Sonny and Carla are sitting together, watching their Miis and shouting out little comments like ‘Hey Usnavi, you just tried to confess your love to Benny!’ ‘WHAT?!’ ‘Not YOU you, Navi, in the game; calm down.’ ‘Aw, he turned him down.’ ‘Good; he still has a chance to get with Vanessa.’ (let’s pretend that this version allows love confessions no matter the gender ;)) And they both get so excited when a couple in Tomodachi matches in real life and waiting to see just HOW similar it gets. ‘Julio and Yesenia just hooked up.’ ‘Alright, if they eventually break up just for Julio to confess to Jose, then this game is officially all knowing.’ And one day, Sonny’s Mii decides to do the whole matchmaker cutscene with Usnavi and Vanessa’s Miis (you know, the one where they go out and spy on the two all day) and it ends up making them date and Sonny’s just like ‘Oh my god, this game knows. IT KNOWS EVERYTHING.’ Oh, and maybe Sonny and Carla just snickering non-stop at all the babies their Mii couples are having. ‘Damn, Usnavi and Vanessa wanna have ANOTHER baby?? Isn’t this like their fourth time?’ ‘If they keep this up, they’ll catch up to Benny and Nina; I think they’re almost at baby number ten.’ And they ALWAYS make sure to do this stuff when they’re around the barrio just for the pleasure of watching them turn bright red or make faces at them XD

No Skills

Words: 2502

Pairing: Usnavi x Reader

Warnings: mention of self harmUsnavi being an absolute DORK

The first thing you heard upon waking up was the radio, playing old boleros as always, it was a comforting sound, it was the sound of home. The morning sunlight was just beginning to shine through your curtains and you stretched, a monstrous yawn accompanying the sound of your joints popping.

The clock beside your bed read 5:17 and you swung your legs out from the comfort of your blanket and hopped out of bed. A delicious smell drew you into your small kitchen and you smiled, seeing your mom at the stove.

Buenos dias mamá.” You greeted, wiping the sleep from your eyes. She turned to look at you, a smile on her tanned face.

Buenos dias mi bebé.” She chirped, stepping away from the stove to plant a kiss to your forehead.

“Ah mamá,” you complained.  “I’m not a bebé anymore, I start my second year of college in two months.”

“Maybe so, but you’ll always be mi bebé.” You saw the familiar look of hurt on your mother’s face at the mention of college and your heart sank. It wasn’t that she wasn’t proud of you, she was the proudest mother in the world according to her, you were making it out the the barrio, making a better life for yourself. You were going to be the first person in your family to go to college, and you managed to get a full ride, it didn’t cost you and your mom anything.

But while you were away at college, things with your mom got bad. Ever since your dad died three years ago she hadn’t been all there. You noticed the scars on her wrists no matter how she tried to hide them and you were scared, terrified that while you were away at college there wouldn’t be anyone around to keep her from going too far.

“Well, I’m going to run to the bodega and grab a cup of café, do you want one?” You offered and she shook her head. After changing into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, you grabbed your wallet and kissed your mom on the cheek before stepping outside.

A smile spread across you face as the familiarity of the barrio hit you. You had only been home a few days and hadn’t had a chance to see anyone or anything. The barrio might not have been the nicest place, but it was your home and you loved every inch of it.

As you walked to the bodega, your neighbors were quick to notice you.

Mira! Nuestra estrella is home!”

El genialidad del barrio!”

“(Y/N)! We’re muy orgulloso!”

You smiled and waved at your neighbors, flattered by their kinds words, though feeling a bit guilty.

Mira! Is that who I think it is?” A familiar voice called out and you whipped around, heart swelling as you saw the elderly woman sitting on her stoop.

Abuela!” You exclaimed, practically sprinting to the woman and engulfing her in a hug. She laughed, happily wrapping her arms around you.

“How’s college mi estrella pequeña?” Abuela Claudia asked as you took a seat on the stoop next to her, holding her hands.

“Ah, es muy difícil.” You confessed. “Pero me encanta. There’s so much for me to learn and so many different people.”

Estoy tan orgulloso de ti.” She praised, smiling brightly at you. “I always knew you would do great things (Y/N).”

“I owe some of it to you Abuela, you would always make sure I did my homework no matter how much I wanted to play.” You said with a laugh, remembering the times she would would all but force you to finish your schoolwork no matter how much you wanted to go play with the neighborhood kids. “Speaking of which, how’s Nina? I was muy decepciando I couldn’t make it to her graduation.”

Nina had invited you of course, but it happened to fall right in the middle of finals week and no matter how desperately you wanted to make it to your friends graduation it was impossible for you to get away.

“She’s muy nervioso, pero tambíen muy emocionados.” 

“That can’t be helped I suppose, I remember how nervous I was.” You recalled.

“I think talking to you would help ease some of her fears.” Abuela suggested and you nodded, the feeling of guilt resurfacing. 

“Of course, I can’t wait to see everyone.”

Ya sabes, Usnavi has missed you.” Abuela commented slyly and you felt your cheeks warm at the mention of him.

No me burlan.” You pleaded and she laughed.

“I’m not teasing you, it’s the truth mija.” She said, uncharacteristically serious and you looked down. You weren’t the most subtle when it came to your crush on the owner of the bodega. Pretty much everyone in the barrio knew about it and teased you mercilessly.

“Well I should go Abuela, mi mamá is making huevos rancheros, I was just supposed to be coming get café.” You said, placing a kiss on both of the elderly womans cheeks and standing up.

“Come visit mija.” 

“Of course.” Seeing Abuela helped lift some of the weight off of you shoulders, but made the guilt your were carrying in your gut heavier.

“Well look at who’s back in the barrio!” A masculine voice exclaimed as you walked through the doors of the bodega. Before you had time to process, a pair of arms were wrapped around your waist and you were being spun around.

“Benny!” You cried happily, recognizing your long-time friend. He spun you around a few more times, the two of you laughing.

“You definitely don’t look any smarter.” He teased after setting you down and you hit his arm.

“And you look as dumb as the day I left.” You shot back.

“What am I? Hígado picado?” Usnavi asked, walking up to the two of you. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, it had been almost a year since you had seen him after all.

“Of course not Usnavi.” You said, wrapping your arms around him, missing the look Benny shot his friend. He always smelled like a mixture of coffee and cologne and it practically intoxicated you. “I’ve missed you, and your café.”

“Well let me get you a cup, on the house.” He offered, pulling back, refusing to look you in the eyes and a slight flush on his cheeks. It wasn’t that hot outside yet, weird.

“So how’s college Ms. Genius.” Benny asked, throwing his arm around your shoulders as you followed Usnavi to the counter.

“It’s not easy, but the thrill of learning new things every day is amazing.” You gushed, and it was true. Every day was like a new adventure. From a young age you loved learning, you were practically a sponge, absorbing everything your teachers would tell you. You loved college, but your mom wasn’t stable. No one knew, but you were considering not going back in the fall.

“Don’t forget us when you’re rich and successful.” Benny said causing you to roll your eyes.

“When I need a personal chauffeur I’ll get in touch with you.” You joked and he lightly pushed you in response.

“One cafe con leche.” Usnavi interjected, holding out a steaming cup of coffee. 

Gracias.” You thanked, grabbing the cup and simply inhaling the scent. The first sip burned your tongue, but it was worth it. You forgot how delicious Usnavi’s coffee was, nothing out west could compare.

“(Y/N)!” Another voice shouted and you whipped around, barely having time to put down your cup of hot coffee before you were engulfed in another hug.

“Hello to you too Sonny.” You laughed.

“You look even more beautiful than the day you left.” He complimented and you rolled your eyes.

“Laying it on a little think Sonny.” Benny said, punching his shoulder.

“You’re late Sonny.” Usnavi reprimanded, shooting a glare at his cousin.

“Chillax man!”

“You should come to the club tonight (Y/N)!” Benny suggested. “Maybe if you come we can finally drag Usnavi out.”

Oye!”

“Maybe another time, I kind of just want to chill ya know, spend some time with my mom.” 

“How is she?” Usnavi asked, concern lacing his voice and you forced a smile. Everyone knew your dad’s death was hard on your mom, they just didn’t know how hard. She wasn’t a very social person so she didn’t get out much, only taking trips to the store and going to work.

“She’s okay, better now that I’m home. Thanks for asking.” You said, smiling at him and he ducked his head, still not meeting your eyes. Okay. “Speaking of, I should probably head home, she made breakfast this morning.”

“Um!” Usnavi shouted as you turned to walk out. You turned and quirked an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue, noticing Sonny and Benny snickering out of the corner of your eye.

“Yes?” You prompted, taking another sip of coffee. Heavenly.

Que tengas un gran día!” He rushed out before returning to his spot behind the counter.

“You too!” You replied happily, albeit confused. As you walked out, you heard Benny and Sonny howling with laughter.

“Man, you still aint got no skills!”

“Shut up!”

You spent the day with your mom, talking about everything under the sun, excluding you leaving again in two months of course.

“So you saw Usnavi?” She asked and you groaned.

“Ah, not you too mamá!” You complained, leaning back on the couch and covering your face.

Que? He’s a nice boy, always asks about you when I go to the bodega.” She said offhandedly as you blushed a hundred shades of red.

“We’re just friends.” You stressed. “He’s nice to everyone.”

“But not everyone gets their café for free.” She pointed out and you stammered, not having a defense for that. You never really noticed before, but thinking back you couldn’t think of a single instance where you actually paid for your coffee. 

“I’m sure it doesn’t mean anything.” 

“Whatever you say.” Your mom conceded, standing up and stretching. You made it a point not to look at her arms as the sleeves of her shirt rolled up. “Well why don’t you run to the bodega and pick up some frijoles for dinner.”

“Subtle mamá.” You said sarcastically but standing and grabbing your wallet.

Te amo.” She said, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“I love you too mamá.” You replied, a storm of mixed emotions going through you as you left your apartment. It was dark outside already so you were left to your thoughts as you walked to the bodega.

You didn’t know what to do.

“Ah, (Y/N)!” Usnavi exclaimed as you walked in, straightening his posture. The sudden intrusion of your thoughts caused you to jump. “Lo siento! I shouldn’t have shouted.”

“No, I should be paying more attention.” You said, wincing when you realized how melancholic you sounded.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, picking up on your mood and you sighed.

“No lo sé.” You confessed, walking up to the counter and jumping up to take a seat on it. Back when you were in high school it was where you spent most of you time. When you weren’t in school or at your part-time job, you would be found at the bodega, doing your homework or just chatting with Usnavi.

“Is it your mom?” You smiled wryly, of course he would guess the source of the problem on the first try.

“I’m thinking about not going back to college in the fall.” You admitted, hearing it out loud even worse than you could imagine.

Por qué?” Usnavi questioned, leaning against the counter.

“I’m scared to leave her alone.” You confessed. “She has cuts on her wrist, more than when I left and any time I even mention leaving in the fall she gets this look in her eyes. I don’t want to drop out, but if it’s college or my mom I’m going to choose her.”

Nothing was said for a few minutes, your words hanging in the air.

“Do you think she’ll be happy if you stay home?” Usnavi finally asked, moving from behind the counter to stand in front of you.

“I mean, I think so.” You responded, playing with your thumbs instead of looking at the man in front of you.

“I don’t think she will.” He said, causing your head to shoot up. “She’s proud of you, we all are. I think if you drop out of college because of her it will only make her feel worse.”

“I don’t know what else to do Usnavi.” The tears were flowing before you could stop them, the helplessness that you had been feeling since you got home finally catching up to you.

“I’ll keep an eye on her for you.” He offered quickly, taking a hesitant step towards you. “Make sure things aren’t getting bad, and if they are I’ll call you.”

“You would do that for?” You asked, wiping the tears from you eyes.

“I would do anything for you.” He replied automatically and his eyes widened in panic when he realized what he said. “I-I mean, I just, I care a lot about you and I want you to be happy so the least I could do is, ay dios mio, Benny always teases me for not having any skills but I didn’t think he was right. I-

“Usnavi.” You said, interrupting his babbling. He nervously fidgeted with his hat, taking it off and flattening his hair before putting it back on, unable to look you in the eyes. “Bésame

You don’t know where it came from, you were shocked at yourself. Usnavi froze, processing what you said before taking another step towards you. Sitting on the counter made it so your faces were at the same height and he was only inches away. He was nervous, unsure, you could see it on his face.

“What?” He questioned, wanting to make sure he heard you right. The blush on your face was practically neon.

Bésame.” You said again, lower this time, barely above a whisper, but he heard. His face slowly inched closer to yours until you could feel his breath on your face. 

When his lips finally pressed against yours every nerve wire in your brain short circuited. The only thing going through your mind was how he tasted like coffee and you weren’t surprised. His hands gently cupped your face so softly, as if you were some fragile thing that would break if he was too rough.

You don’t know how long the two of you stayed like that before you broke apart, the both of you sporting similar flushed cheeks.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He admitted, a mopey smile on his face and your heart fluttered.

“Me too.” You said, grabbing his hand and linking your fingers together, resting your forehead against his shoulder and he stroked your hair lovingly.

“And Benny said I didn’t have skills.” He huffed.

Sunday Night — New year at Mexico City Chinatown, by Abelardo Ojeda.

// More of my Street Photography: http://cybergus.tumblr.com

anonymous asked:

Hawaiian Percy having ignorant kids going up to him and being like "you're Hawaiian? Do you know hula? Cool! I can do the hula! *hip wiggle and hand flap*" and Percy's just trying to not strangle the kid because it's sO INCORRECT

I’m so here for this, anon

  • It happens for the first time at their monthly group meet-up
  • They manage to have all “the seven+” squad minus leo bc he’s still MIA with Calypso present,Grover and Rachel  too because reasons
  • The stench of Tartarus on Percy,Annabeth and Nico is enough to drive away any monsters in the area so for the first time in a long while they all get some peace
  • they’re chillin’ in Central Park, and it’s one of those nights where you can feel that summer’s just around the corner
  • they get to talking about the first war
  • Will tells everyone how that winter afterwards, he went on relief trips all over the Carribean, trying to work through the grief and loss
  • Percy really feels sorry for him, the kid was thirteen when all this stuff happened to him, his brothers dying and him having to step up and be a leader in their places
  • he notices Will is careful not to mention what all the trips were relieving, but he knows how bad the battles his father had waged against Oceanus were, there’s no way the mortal world could have gone by unaffected
  • everyone laughs when Will admits that his trademark “Surf Barbados” tee was actually bought at the airport gift shop after they lost his bag, and he can’t surf to save his life
  • and then Percy’s like well I kick ass especially piper’s at surfing because I’m the Son of Poseidon and actual queen Sally Jackson, who’s Hawaiian
  • Since he’s lived in East Harlem, aka El Barrio, most of his life ( the east 104th and 1st address in tlt), most people assume he’s latino
  • Will Solace was one of these people
  • And he’s all “no way Percy I didn’t know you were Hawaiian! When I was in El Salvador they taught us this dance and they didn’t call it a hula exactly, but I think it’s kind of the same thing
  • Nico sees this as a prime opportunity to embarrass him and is like “ Yeah Will show us all how it goes”
  • If Solangelo is your cup of tea Nico and Will are definitely still just friends/sort of toeing the line at this point like let’s be real it would take them forever to get together
  • so everyone gets up and is led through this dance than in no way resembles a hula and percy’s just sitting there with his hands over his eyes shaking his head
  • Percy stand up and put his hands on his hips and say in the most serious tone “ there’s only one person who can fix this.”
  • when faced with such a dilemma, he does the natural thing and calls Sally
  • “Mom, scrap your movie night with Paul we have a serious crisis on our hands”
  • Five minutes later the whole gang is huddled together on the subway ,headed to Percy’s
  • Please just picture this in your head for a second like all nine of them in a subway car crammed with business people
  • They all tumble into the Jacksons apartment and feel sort of bad about crashing Sally’s date night
  • But then she’s so nice and starts fussing over everyone like “ Oh my goodness Nico you’ve gotten so tall! Reyna I love what you’ve done with your hair! and Rachel I haven’t seen you in ages how’s the fundraising going? Frank I have this book I think you would like, ask me about it later”
  • PAUL IS THE WORLD’S BIGGEST TRISTAN MCLEAN MOVIE FAN EVER OKAY
  • he’s having a moment but he tries to keep it on the dl because he knows demigod/mortal parent relationships can be messy
  • Sally’s always made sure Percy knew about not just his Olympian family history but hers as well, teaching him about Hawaiian culture and to be proud of his heritage
  • She got him a ukulele the Christmas after the first war and playing music helped not only with his ADHD and general fidgeting but it also helped him with processing the loss of so many friends
  • He plays it a lot on those nights he just can’t close his eyes post-tartarus 
  • He brings it out and plays a song that reminds his mother of Montauk in the heat of July
  •  “Show em how it’s done, Mom.”
  • Sally hasn’t danced Hula in ages, and you can almost see the years of worry disappear from her face when she starts to move
  • by the end of the night, most of them haven’t improved much from where they started, but they start to feel normal again, well, as normal as things can be, like this night is the start of a long road to finally feeling okay again.