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[gayforeliza]

Café con Leche

Words: 1367

Pairing: Usnavi x Reader

The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon as you stepped out of your little apartment, juggling a half asleep toddler, your backpack overflowing with textbooks, and your sisters backpack, all the while trying to lock the door. Once you managed to lock the door you threw the backpacks over your shoulder and adjusted the toddler into a more comfortable position. You took a deep breath and turned around.

You were running on two hours of sleep, the bags under your eyes made it look like you were the living dead, you hadn’t eaten in a day and half, but you put a smile on your face. It was a new day, you were one day closer to college graduation, one day closer to getting your degree, to making a better life for you and your sister.

“Paciencia y fey.” You whispered, straightening you spine and walking down the steps. Abuelas’ words of wisdom always helped you get through when you doubted yourself. Patience and faith.

“Buenos dias (Y/N), un cafe con leche, one cream three sugars.” The owner of the bodega greeted when you walked in, a boyish smile on his face. It was your first stop every morning, you doubted you could make it through the day without a hot cup of Usnavi’s famous cafe con leche. It was the one indulgence you allowed yourself.

“Gracias Usnavi.” You said gratefully, skillfully grabbing your wallet without disturbing your sister.

“Come on (Y/N), it’s on the house.”

“I appreciate it but you have to make a living somehow Usnavi.” He always offered and you always declined. Usnavi was so nice, but you didn’t like charity from people. You missed the concerned look on his face as you walked out, having placed exact change on the counter like always.

You practically inhaled the beverage, burning your tongue in your rush to get the caffeine in your system. As you approached the bus stop, populated with kids and their parents, you shook your sister awake.

“Mariana.” You said, gently shaking her. Her brown eyes fluttered open and she let out a yawn. “Bueno dias sleepyhead.”

“Bueno dias.” She said, becoming more alert. You put her down as you arrived at the bus stop and put her schoolbag on her back, ignoring the stares and whispers from the waiting mom’s. It wasn’t anything new to you, they liked to talk, everyone did. Most people just assumed Mariana was yours, gave into the stereotype that you were just another statistic.

“I’ll see you after school, te amo.” You said when the bus arrived, pressing a kiss to her forhead and watching her get on the bus. From there it was walking to your college, NYU. You walked where ever you could, trying to save money when you could.

Once your classes were done for the day you went to your first job, when you were finished you waited for Mariana at the bus stop. Your next stop was Abuela’s. She watched Mariana for you so you could go to your second job.

“Ah, there she is! Hola mi ángel!” Abuela Claudia exclaimed as Mariana ran up the steps to her apartment.

“Abuela!” She embraced the old woman happily and you smiled.

“Come here you too (Y/N)! You never visit anymore mija, you drop off the bebita and rush out.” Her words made you feel guilty, you know you should spend more time with her, spend more time with everyone, but you were so close.

“I know, lo siento abuela. I barely have time to stop and breathe these days.” The woman wrapped you in a hug and you felt some of the tension leave your shoulders. She wasn’t your biological grandmother, you never met the woman, but Abuela practically raised you.

“Paciencia y fe mija. You’re going to do great things, take some time to appreciate the little things more, before you’re viejo like me.”

“Nonsense Abuela, you don’t look a day over cuarenta.” She laughed, lightly hitting your arm.

“Always the flatterer.” Glancing at the clock in her living room you felt her heart sink, time for you to go.

“Well, I really have to get going Abuela, can’t go and get fired.” You said, forcing a smile onto your face. “Come give me a kiss Mariana!”

Your little sister ran towards you and jumped into your arms.

“I’ll see you tonight, okay? Be good for Abuela, do your homework and I’ll buy you a candy from the bodega.”

“Okay!” She said, a bright smile on her face, lifting your spirits. It was all for her. Your mother was a drunk and you never knew your father, the moment you turned eighteen you took your sister and never looked back. Your mother didn’t even try and stop you.

Your second job was a disaster. The customers seemed even more rude than normal, your manager blamed everything one you, a customer spilled their drink one you, and by the end of you shift all you wanted to do was cry. You were trying so hard, to provide for you and your sister, to graduate college, but it was so hard. Life was so hard.

That’s how you found yourself sitting on the corner of the street in front of the bodega, tears streaming down your face and your head in your hands. Mariana was still at Abuela’s and you just needed time to think.

You didn’t want to drop out of college, but you were barely able to scrape together enough for tuition and books for the semester, Mariana would be outgrowing her uniforms soon and she would need new supplies for college. You were skipping meals so she could eat. It all just seemed so hopeless.

“Dios mio, (Y/N)? What are you doing out here? You shouldn’t be out this late on your own.” A familiar voice said and you tried to wipe away your tears before he could see you face. Of course you weren’t fast enough.

“I just- I just needed some time by myself.” You confessed as Usnavi took a seat next to you on the corner.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly and the tears spilled over again and you told him everything.

“I just can’t do it Usnavi, I thought I could handle it, I thought I could raise Mariana, work two jobs, and go to college but I can’t. It’s too much, I think I’m going to have to drop out.” You cried, saying it out loud hurting even more.

“Let me help you (Y/N), you shouldn’t have to do this on your own.” He finally said after a few minutes of silence.

“I can’t ask you to do that Usnavi.”

“You didn’t ask, it’s because I want to (Y/N).”

“But why?” You didn’t understand. Usnavi was nice to everybody, yeah, but he always seemed even more so to you. You always tried to never read too much into it, the last thing you needed in your life was a relationship, it was too complicated. Not like you had suitors lined up, Mariana tended to scare off the boys.

You’d known Usnavi practically your whole life, like most everyone in the barrio. You would eat dinner together at Abuela’s, you’d sometimes do your schoolwork at the bodega when Abuela was watching Mariana, and the two of you got along really well.

“Because,” He started and paused to take a deep breath as if gathering his courage. “Te amo.”

Your head shot up and you met his panicked eyes.

“What?” You questioned, unable to wrap your head around his statement.

“I have for years now, I’ve just always been too much of a gallina to tell you. You already have so much on your shoulders I didn’t want to-” Before he could continue babbling you pressed your lips against his, they were chapped but soft. His chin was stubbly and he smelled like café.

When you finally pulled away he had the most bewildered look on his face, causing you to giggle.

“Te amo.” You whispered and his smile was so bright it practically blinded you.

“You’re definitely not paying for your café now.” He said and you laughed. You could live with that.

A/N: The Usnavi fic that no one asked for but I had to write because I finally listened to In the Heights and I’m in love with him. Anyway, send in requests! Thanks for reading!

[gayforeliza]

No Skills

Words: 2502

Pairing: Usnavi x Reader

Warnings: mention of self harm, Usnavi 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.

[gayforeliza]

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Lin x Reader

Misunderstandings

Drunk Dialed

Luck, part two

Thirty Year Old Virgin, part two (nsfw)

Comfort 

Distance

my youth is yours(nsfw)

trivia night

Usnavi x Reader

Cafe con Leche

No Skills

Daveed x Reader

Prove It(mild nsfw)

[gayforeliza]

usnavi fic coming yall way soon 🙄