Warnings : feminization, use of “ma”, “mama”, and “papi” (if you don’t like that you don’t gotta read it!), extremely gay sex. mdni.
A/N; I didn’t proofread any of this shit. ENJOY!🩷
You never considered yourself to be queer. Honestly, you didn’t care much about that stuff — you just liked who you liked.
So when your girlfriend was on your phone spouting some bullshit like, “I cheated on you, it was an accident, I’m sorry!” you decided… to pull some crazy shit. Because who would you be without that crazy personality of yours, right?
You managed to coax your now ex-girlfriend into giving you the guy’s number. And that’s really all you needed to get his IP and then, of course, his address — ‘cause what else did you go to tech classes for? Computer science? Bullshit.
It didn’t take long. You pulled up to the house (which was big as shit) on an off Saturday when you didn’t have work. There was a car in the driveway — two, actually. Hopefully, the dude just had two cars. So, the guy must’ve been home. You got out your car, looking down at yourself to make sure you were straight — couldn’t embarrass yourself in front of the nigga who sent you a “she busy rn” text. You looked fairly decent: baggy, stylized jeans, a graphic tee, and a designer jacket that hung off your shoulder just a tad.
You took a deep breath. The plan was simple: meet the guy, press him, fuck the absolute dog-shit out of him, record it, send it to your ex. On some petty shit. You were confident you could pull it off — you were handsome, about 5’11 (but you say you’re 6’0), pretty smile. How could he ever resist falling for your charm? It’s never failed you before.
Finally, you knocked on the door — a good three times. You stood there for about a minute before a man opened it. Six feet, light skin, long dreads adorned with various rings. The dude was shirtless, abs rippling despite his lean build. His pink eyes were barely focused on you, a blunt perched between his lips… and his hands? Just didn’t make no damn sense.
“The fuck is you?” the man said, finally acknowledging you and raising an eyebrow. You cleared your throat — time to lock in.
“You Jabber, right?” you asked, shoving your hands in your pockets. You had a taser, just in case this bitch was crazy.
“Yeah. Jabber. Jabber Wonger. Now you gon’ answer my question or not? Who the fuck are you?” Jabber leaned in a little, exhaling smoke from his blunt right in your face. By reflex, you flinched back a bit, holding in a cough.
“My name’s […]. I’m Kaz’s boyfriend.” You crossed your arms, leaning in too. “You the nigga who was plowin’ her shit in, wasn’t you?”
Jabber squinted his eyes at you, like he was trying to decipher what the fuck you were saying. No fucking way you were about to ruin his high over some bitch he fucked ‘cause he was bored.
“Yeah, and? You tryna press me ‘bout it?”
“I’m gon’ do more than press you ‘bout it. Don’t even worry ‘bout that.”
That made Jabber chuckle slightly before he looked you up and down — like he had the audacity to size you up after what he did. You couldn’t help but scowl. This bitch.
“I don’t see why the fuck you’re laughing.”
“‘Cause you at my door over some bitch. What, you wanna run the ones?”
Suddenly, Jabber leaned in real close — so close you could smell the weed on his breath. Reflexively, your thighs squeezed together a little.
“Or are you here for somethin’ else?”
This bitch had no right to be so fine. You could see exactly how your easy-ass ex fell for him. But you weren’t about to fold that easily.
“I’m here for something else entirely — believe that.”
Without another word (’cause your ass was done talking), you shoved Jabber back into the house before stepping in after him, closing the door behind you. You pushed him up against the wall, and he only smirked — blunt still perched between his lips like this was just another casual Saturday.
“Ohh, I see what you’re trynna do,” Jabber laughed — actually laughed. You almost swung on him right then, but before you could, his arm hooked around your waist and pulled you close. Way too close.
“Don’t think I ain’t seen this kinda move before,” he muttered, eyes half-lidded but sharp. “But I’ll be damned if I let it happen to me.”
“Man, you’re bullshittin’. Let me go!” You tried to pull back, but that only made his grip tighten.
“Nah, you wanted to put on a show for that lil’ ex of yours, huh? So that’s what we’ll do.”
You froze for a second, heartbeat loud in your ears. Everything about this was backwards — you were supposed to have the upper hand here. But Jabber just kept that smug grin, like he knew he’d already flipped the script.
For a moment, the air between you turned heavy. His breath was laced with smoke, his voice low and taunting. You could practically feel the heat rolling off him, the challenge in his stare.
Technically, everything was still going as planned… just not the way you pictured it.
Jabber leaned closer, his tone dripping with amusement. “What happened, tough guy? Thought you came here to handle business.”
You clenched your jaw, refusing to look away. “I did.”
He tilted his head, smirking wider. “Then quit hesitating.” Before you could even respond to that utter blasphemy, Jabber took a quick puff of his blunt before pulling you into a heated kiss, the smoke invaded your mouth as well as his tongue.
You could taste the weed on him. Technically..everything was going as planned- you didn’t intend on kissing the nigga though.
After a few seconds of processing the situation you reluctantly kissed back. Then it became a battle for who would dominate the kiss.
Jabber pulled you closer making SURE you felt the print in his sweatpants rutting against you. You felt him groan into the kiss as he started pushing you towards the nearby couch. Tripping you up and making you fall back against the arm rest. You let out a surprised gasp, feeling your back hit the plush cushions.
You pulled away from the kiss, desperate for some semblance of air, but Jabber grabs your face and pulls you back into it with a grin. His other hand is already sliding up under your shirt. His hands were cold- as hell. You fought back a shiver until his hand made it up to your chest, his fingers brushed across your pierced nipples, making you flinch.
Jabber pulled away from the kiss to kiss roughly down your neck before coming up to whisper in your ear as he pinched and pulled on your nipples, watching you squirm. “I bet you knocked on my door thinkin you was finna have my ass, now look at you..overly hard.” He chuckled. The faced he used to grab your face was now palming your bulge.
You tried to fight back the moans, squeezing your eyes shut. Jabber licked his lips.
“Fuck..you cuter than that bitch when you moan, don’t try and hide it. Cmon lemme hear them sweet sounds ma.”
“Ma? I’m..haah- not no damn bitch.”
“You moanin’ like one though ain’t you? Bitch.” Jabber presses his hand down harder to apply pressure, which makes your legs clamp around his hips with a sharp whimper. He laughs.
“See? Look at you, now let me hear that shit..” His voice gets lower, feeling his own erection peak through. You were just so pathetic right now, it turned him ALL the way on.
He refused to wait any longer, his fingers hooked to the waistband of your boxers and started yanking them off you- taking your pants and your boxers off in one go.
The action was suddenly very sobering for you, becoming overly aware of the situation you were in right now. With a soft gasp you struggled to cover your now exposed lower half.
“Mmtch..fuck is you coverin’ up for?” Jabber huffed, you were being extremely difficult. “Cmon ma, let me see.” He leans in close, til your noses are almost touching. He moves your hands, peppering your lips with soft kisses, trying to make you ease up.
And by god it was working. Your hands slowly move and settle on your stomach. But your breath was still heavy. Jabber leaned back and grabbed your knees, and before you had time to question he lifted them up and put them over his shoulder.
“The f-fuck are you doin’?” You try and give him some attitude, to retain some sort of dignity here, but it was cut short when Jabber shoved two of his fingers in your mouth, moving them around and around,, deep in your throat to draw out a few gags.
“Mhm..lube up this fingers baby. You like that don’t you? Being treated like some bitch?”
He snatched his fingers out your mouth, drawing out a few coughs from you. He brings his slicked hands down to your entrance, rimming his fingers on your hole before shoving them in without warning.
“A-augh!—“ You gurgle out before you feel a hand come down and smack your ass.
“Shut that shit up. You was talkin allat shit and look at you..mmtch..” Jabber starts moving his fingers. Those long, strong fingers going in and out of those gummy walls, you can feel him reaching deeper and deeper.
You bite your lips and efforts to quiet yourself, but you’re huffing and groaning peeks through either way. Your back arches slightly and you can feel your thighs trembling. Jabber reaches deeper, rubbing the pads of his fingers against a certain spot that makes your back arch completely.
A warm feeling washes over you- and you came. You seriously came from his fingers, you can feel yourself heating up from embarrassment. You’ve never been fingered let alone like this, who could blame you?
But Jabber just giggles. “You just came from my fingers? Hm? You like that pretty boy?” He murmurs as his fingers relentlessly assault that specific spot. Your hands clutch the cushions so hard you’d think you’re about to tear them open, your breath quickens.
“Fuck! Fffucck,, slow down..” A whine escapes you despite how hard you try and fight it. The more he moved his fingers the louder you started to moan.
Jabber laughed before pulling his fingers out, eliciting a whimper out of you. He pulled his sweatpants down, and of course the nigga wasn’t wearing boxers. He lined himself up with you, wasting no time.
He made sure you were looking him in his face before slammed into you with a groan. “Ssshit ma, yo pussy tighter than that bitch’s isn’t it? Hm?”
He started thrusting his hips. The size was entirely too much for you, you could barely handle it. Your eyes started to roll back from how hard he was ramming into you. “Oh..oh fuck! FUCK!” You moaned out harshly, unable to keep up with the pace.
Jabber looked down at your fucked out face and a grin pulled out his lips. While he was currently ramming the fuck out of you, he reached in his pocket, pulling out his phone and starting to record, his phone pointed right at you.
With a pathetic noise of surprise escaping you, you covered your face as he started ramming into you harder.
“Uhnt uh..take yo fuckin’ hands off your face. Let that bitch see how much you love this dick.” He grinned from behind the camera, giggling at you as he angled himself deeper.
“Noo..no- fuck no!” You said, your voice muffled from your hands.
“Mmtch..Take yo fuckin hands off before I stop.” He said, his grin fading. He was dead serious. You huffed a few times before actually removing your hands. Fuck him, fuck him and his good dick too.
“Yeahh, that’s what I like to fuckin see, you like when I fuck this pussy, hm? Say it!”
“I love it papi- fuck! You fuck me so gooodd ohh fuck!” The words slipped out of you before you could even control yourself. You glanced down and saw a bulge in your stomach popping in and out as he rammed into you.
“You feel that mama? Hm? You feel that good dick in your tummy?”
“Mmm fuck yes papi!” Your voice cracked, your eyes starting to roll back as he hit that spot again.
“Look at you mama, you look so fuckin beautiful like this.” He kept the camera of the phone steady aimed at you, making sure not a single blur or tremor would be in this masterpiece..that he would surely beat his shit to later.
“J-jabber— slow down-“
“Who the FUCK is Jabber? Say my name right, bitch.” His voice dropped and he landed a harsh smack on your ass, the glint in his eyes proved he enjoyed watching that jiggle each time he did. You had a pretty fat ass for a guy..
“Pa..ha- papi, slow down!”
“That’s what the fuck I thought.”
And yet..Jabber didn’t slow down. No, not at all. Sure, he had stopped recording..sent the video to your ex with the caption “lol, this ya nigga?”, then blocked her. But he turned you every which way BUT loose. In all sorts of positions in different places around the house. Couch, floor, bed, somehow yall ended up in the kitchen, and then finally back in the damn bed again. By this time you probably came a good 5 or 6 times and you were worn out, full of cum, and couldn’t feel your legs.
Jabber looked down at you, relighting his previously discarded blunt with a grin as he smacked your ass one last time for good measure. “You good as fuck ma, think I’ma keep yo ass around…”
End.
A/N; I hope you all enjoyed this🥹🩷 This is my first fic I’m ever posting here I hope it’s good enough! Thank you for reading 🥳 also love to my crew !! @misshoneysplayhouse nd evb else in the server much love 🥹🩷
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Summary: after a party, Dean had the brilliant idea to play wingman
A/N: I lied…I have one more thing to get out of my system. Inspired by that scene in Gilmore Girls
Dean was sprawled on the couch, to drunk to make it to his room. It wasn’t until he slid off the couch that he woke up.
“Fuck, my head.” Dean held his head in his hand, as if it could calm the pounding. Bits and pieces of last night began playing in his head, he remembered talking to a girl for Logan, she told him her dorm number.
“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.
happy hispanic heritage month!! much love all my latino/hispanic brothers, sisters and siblings <33 also this can be read as platonic or not!!
hispanic reader who’s part of the 141 and is there when they go to las almas, the team expects them to be okay and maybe even thinks that they’ll thrive since they’ll be around other people who speak their native language and surely they’ll be able translate anything they might not understand!!
except growing up you were a no sabo kid (someone who cant speak or understand it despite being hispanic— for my non hispanics who don’t know) you just never told the team cause they never asked or had to speak or translate spanish when they’re around.
in this case you can sorta barely understand spanish!…..just not all the time, you just know surface level words and phrases but if someone were to ask you anything other than ‘hola, como estas?’ you begin to sweat bullets.
you try to speak spanish when you can but being made fun of for not ‘sounding good’ while growing up stunted you so bad that you get anxious trying even when you’re by yourself. (me frfr)
so when you meet alejandro and rudy you’re kinda nervous but for the most part you haven’t had to break the news or, god forbid, break out your very broken spanish.
everything is going well !!
and then they say something to you in spanish, you think they were trying to joke with you?? everyone stares at you expectantly.
the team just stares at you, slightly shocked and honestly confused???
cause they could have sworn that they’ve definitely heard you speak it!!
….actually now that they think about it—
“so does that mean we technically know more spanish than you?” “don’t push it mactavish” he shuts up immediately.
alejandro and rudy try to keep their laughter in cause they understand, they both have ran into their fair share of others like you.
they simply ask. “can you atleast understand it?”
you hesitate, bringing your hand up to make a so and so motion. “…poquito…” you whisper out with a nervous smile.
they chuckle and give you a thumbs up along with a reassuring nod. “then that’s good enough for us”
it may have not mattered to them, they’ll probably forget as soon as this conversation is over.
but it felt nice to be reassured rather than shamed, to be acknowledged for what you do know rather than what you don’t.
it made you want to try harder and ignore all the shame that was thrown your way throughout your life.
it wasn’t alot, but it was enough.
sorry it got a lil personal at the end. just me projecting and wanting comfort lolll
this is for my no sabo kids who are still trying to learn or have stopped due to the shame and bullying from family or friends or were shamed for wanting to learn but had no one to help them.
i love yall and i see yall 🫶🏼 hope we can all have a good month this year despite the country’s unfortunate and horrible situation (ㅅ´ ˘ `) keep ur head up!!
"Supposed to be an Adult, but fuck it, I need a minute."
First Chapter!!! i did cross post this on ao3 aswell, under my ao3 account called anniewasnothere143. ENJOY THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FANIC
Summary: Y/N L/N, never thought she would ever even consider moving to Pittsburgh, but when her favorite attending (her pseudo brother) tells her he's switching hospitals and would love his favorite senior resident to come with him (is he serious??), she can't say no, which leaves her here, moving from hot Miami beaches to windy, cold Pittsburgh, and where does she end up?, PTMC.
word count: 2,676
Baby, I tried to call you:
You've never had trouble adapting to your brother's random bullshit. You're an ER doctor for Christ's sake, you can take a bit of change, you're a big girl. But walking into work, you swear you can already feel how bad today's going to be. Now you know you're no oracle, not by a long shot, but today just feels like doom and despair wrapped up in a blanket. So imagine your surprise when you bump into a tall, built figure.
"There you are, I've been waiting for you for like 30 minutes," says a suspiciously familiar voice.
You look up to see that it's your brother who is looking up at you with the most disturbing smile a man can make at 7 in the morning. "I'm too good at my job for you to give a damn, and also, there was traffic since you forgot we live in a tourist-infested city," you say, looking up at him with a deadpanned face and a sarcastic tone.
"I missed you and your positive outlook on life. Did I ever tell you how much of an Amazing resident you are, and how you're my favorite sister forever and ever?" He says with a sly grin, looking at you, like he didn't just try and sweet talk you.
"Carlos, what the fuck are you on? It's seven fifteen in the morning-" he cuts you off by shoving a suspicously large sized iced coffee from your favorite coffee place downtown, right in your face. "Do you know how much I love you and your...presense" you say quickly as you grab the iced coffee and make your way around him to the locker room to put your duffle bag away."
"That's the reaction I wanted, now just hear me out and don't freak out...or hit me." You stop mid hallway, dread crawling up your spine. "Carli, what. did. You do." You turn, slowly shifting your head to glare at him. You've known Carlos Cruz since birth; your parents made sure of that since your grandparents were best friends, then your mother and his father were best friends, and now you're basically stuck with him because of generational bonding, it's like having a built-in best friend, but with all this information, it means you know him better than you know yourself so you know when he's up to absolutly no good.
"Why do you assume I did something? I'm not always the problem, you know," he says with an overly dramatic, exasperated voice while running a hand through his blonde curls.
"Yeah, all your exes would beg to differ," you say, trying to read him for any signs of what might come out of his stupid mouth.
"Jesus, knew you came in irritated, but didn't know it was this bad. I would've brought donuts too, or some Xanax pills to calm you down," he says with a smile. Your face starts to form a grin, but you quickly remember that he’s currently deflecting. "Okay, not funny, and you know why, so stop asking and just tell me what you did so I can fix your mess like always," you say in a frustrated voice.
"How would i now whats got your panties in a twist- Oh....." he looks up for a second like a though just rammed straight into his head at 90 miles an hour, "Shit- I forgot, your dad right? he still in the hospital?" he says with a gentle tone leading me down the hall to the break room instead of the locker room.
"Yup, another one of his guilty conscience calls begging me to come see him, still no apology though, which is funny because even on his deathbed that old man still can't see that he's wrong," you say in exasperation. looking around and taking in the chaotic ER, floor as nurses and other doctors run across the room like headless chickens, attending to traumas and other patients. You forgot it's winter break, and everybody, for some ungodly reason, wants to travel to Miami to escape the cold, chilling weather of wherever they might have come from. That's the one reason you prefer Miami, Florida, the weather, sure it would be Nice to have seasons every once and awhile hut better than freezing your ass off.
"He's a miserable old man, who is starting to regret not being in your life up until now, since everyone's already left him, just remember you owe him nothing, okay, and I'm ten toes behind you, if you need anyhting just ask." he says in a serious tone, staring at me with an affectionate expression.
"Thanks, but enough with the depressing stuff. What did you have to tell me, hot-shot?" you say, glancing up at him since you finally made it to the break room.
"Nothing much, just got a call from someone called Gloria in Pittsburgh, and she gave me an offer to come and work for her." You stay and stare at him for thirty seconds before breaking out in a smile and tackling him with a hug.
"Oh my God, Carli, that's amazing! why didn't you tell me before, you big idiot?" you say with a huge grin on your face. "Sad you're going to leave me here to deal with all this crap though," you say in a thoughtful tone before continuing, turning around to pick up your duffle bag you flung in the air due to excitement, "But that's life i guess dont worry ill man the fort while your gone." you about to continue until you turn around and see literal death and misery stare back at you with a happy grin.
"You won't have to man anything, because you'll be coming with me!" he says in a cherry tone and squeals while you feel your heart drop to your ass.
"What?" you say in a shocked and numb voice. There is no way, you heard that right, you, him, PITTSBURGH???. You know you said you wanted to move at some point in your life, but not to pittsburgh thats like giving up Cocaine for dollar store vapes, okay, you will admit not the best analogy, but you get the point.
"Before I stab you in the eye, with a scpale please, for the love of everything good and well, tell me I didn't hear you right," you say with your hand rubbing your eyes furiously.
"Nope, last i checked your hearing was 100% normal so you heard me nice and clearly, You, Me and a one way trip to Pittsburgh for however many years we decide to work their, i get a fully funded deparement and a nice pay raise and you get to continue you fellowship away from family drama, i think thats a win-win," he says in a extaic voice, hands waving ammicably in the air while talking.
"Carlos, I cannot go to Pittsburgh!" you say, dropping your duffel bag and grabbing a fistful of your hair while turning away from him in panic.
"I pinky swear it will be good for us!" he says, chasing after you with a pep in his step. "we despreatly need a change of pace, and you know it, you've been going off your meds more and more, and you're having more episodes!"
You turn abruptly, "Don't you dare call them that im not fucking psycho!" you say fianlly fucking done with all this nonsense. You feel a hand grab your shoulder and manhandle you to face him,
"Please, look at me, listen i know it's not ideal, and I'm sorry for being impulsive, but we need. this you're not crazy, and you're a grown 27-year-old woman who can make her own choices, but you know I wouldn't get involved unless it was bad, and I'm not leaving you here alone to pick yourself up again like last time," he ends quickly and out of breath while staring at your panicked face.
"I-" you start, but before you can even get a word out, the door bursts open and a day shift nurse rushes into the room "Dr Cruz, Dr L/N, we need you Ambulance’s five minutes out, car crash, high-speed collision, male, mid-30s, unconscious, GCS seven, massive chest and leg trauma, hypotensive, tachycardic, suspected pneumothorax and internal bleeding. EMS says vitals are unstable, trauma team’s prepping.”
You turn quickly to Carlos, "Well, talk about this later," you say out of breath before speed walking out of the room, past the nurse you think is called sarah and into the locker room at breakneck speed and change into your black scrubs. and rush out of the room to head towards the EMS bay.
You grab a gown and are about to tie it on when you feel hands grab it for you. You glance back a bit to see Carlos.
"Listen i know-"
"Carlos, i dont care. We can talk about it later, alright?" you say in an annoyed tone. You can hear him let out a sigh and feel a little guilty, but quickly push that feeling away. You hear the ambulance before you see it, and start to get butterflies in your stomach. The one thing about the ER that never stops is the bursts of adrenaline you get right before a trauma.
You feel Carlos come to stand right beside you; it feels reassuring even when you hate his guts right now. The ambulance skids to a stop right in front of you and Carlos, tires squealing slightly on the wet pavement. Doors slam. EMTs leap out, a stretcher in tow, shouting vitals as they wheel the patient toward the ER doors.
“Male, mid-30s, MVC, GCS seven, hypotensive, tachycardic, massive chest and leg trauma, suspected pneumothorax and internal bleeding!” the EMT calls over the chaos.
You and Carlos met them halfway, eyes snapping to the gurney as the patient’s blood smeared the stretcher sheets. The team had already started moving: four nurses, two med students, a respiratory tech, all converging in Trauma room 3.
“Bed clear!” one nurse yelled.
You counted down, voice steady. “On three-one, two, three!” The patient was lifted and shifted onto the trauma bed with a jolt. Blood soaked the sheet beneath him, and a faint metallic scent hung in the air.
“Airway?” Carlos barked, hands moving to check tubes.
“ET tube in place,” you responded, glancing over the monitors.
“BP eighty over forty, pulse 140, massive external hemorrhage left leg and chest!” a nurse shouted.
“Two large-bore IVs running, fluids started,” you called back.
One of the med students squinted at the cardiac monitor. “Uh…is that…maybe a third-degree AV block? I mean, the rhythm looks-”
"You crouched slightly, calm but precise. “Close. It’s a sinus tach with frequent PVCs. Keep watching-we don’t treat it like a block right now. Good eye, though, notice the irregularity.”
Carlos smirked faintly. “Who knew you were such a good teacher?"
“Shut up...” you muttered, turning back to the patient. “FAST scan shows free fluid in the abdomen-likely internal bleeding.”
“GCS seven, pupils unequal,” the other med student called out.
“Right,” you said, nodding. “Unequal pupils could indicate rising intracranial pressure, but nothing we intervene on surgically just yet. Keep your eyes on vitals and bleeding.”
Alarms blared, monitors beeped frantically. Blood streaked the bed, the patient’s chest rising in shallow gasps. You moved quickly, coordinating lines, fluids, and airway while Carlos assessed wounds and instructed the nurses.
“Vitals holding for transfer,” Carlos said. “General Surgery paged, OR is free. He’s going up.”
The team readied the stretcher, nurses, and med students, helping to secure the patient for transport. IVs and monitors followed. You glanced at Carlos, expecting him to go with the team, but he stayed put, arms crossed, watching as the trauma room cleared.
“Carlos…?” you muttered under your breath, a mix of confusion and curiosity, as the last nurses wheeled the patient toward the OR.
"We need to talk," he says, looking at me seriously.
"We." I say, pointing back and forth from him and me, "We are not doing this right now." You're about to walk out, but Carlos blocks the door.
"No we are talking about this right now, because if not it'll take all day for us to talk and by then our shift will be over and you'll be too burnout and numb that you'll just go home without giving me a second glance, so yeah where talking right now," he says shoulder staright and feet planted firm a determined look on his face.
You can feel the fight leave your body, "Fine, but this doesn't mean I'm saying yes," you say quickly, wanting to get this conversation over with. When you meet his eyes, you can see them soften at you, and that breaks your resolve just a little, but you would never admit it.
Carlos smirks, like he’s won a small battle. “You don’t have to say yes yet. Just…consider it. Think about it like…a weird, slightly insane adventure.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Adventure, huh? Right. Moving my entire life to a freezing city because you can’t resist a pay raise, just great."
He steps closer, soft but firm. “I don’t need a yes yet. Just…hear me out. Think about it, not as us leaving everything behind, or leaving our mess that we call lives, think of it as a chance. For both of us.”
You huff, crossing your arms, trying to hold onto every bit of stubbornness left. “A chance? You mean freezing my ass off in a city I didn’t even want to live in, for how many years?”
He shrugs, eyes warm. “Yeah. That. But also…a chance to work together, to make things…better. And I want you there. With me.”
Something twists in your chest. You hate admitting it, but he’s right. Part of you does want this, a fresh start, a new ER, the chaos, the adrenaline. And the thought of doing it with him makes it…slightly easier.
You take a deep breath, finally letting some of the fight go. “Okay,” you mutter, voice tight but resigned. “I’ll…consider it.”
Carlos smiles, just a small, quiet smile. “That’s all I need for now.”
You look away, biting your lip, letting the tension ease just a fraction. The thought of Pittsburgh still terrifies you, but the idea of facing it with him doesn’t seem impossible anymore.
Carlos steps closer, lowering his voice just enough for only you to hear. "Remember… cuna a la tumba, I’m right there with you.”
You blink, staring at him for a second. The phrase lands-familiar, warm, a little funny in his serious tone. His hand brushes yours briefly, and somehow it steadies everything spinning in your head.
The rest of the day drags by. Patients come and go, monitors beep, lines run, consults call, one thing barely finished before the next begins. The ER isn’t chaotic, not in that explosive way, but it’s exhausting in that relentless, teeth-grinding way that leaves your muscles sore, your brain foggy, your chest heavy. You patch wounds, stabilize vitals, run labs, and at every step, Carlos is right there-quietly checking, coordinating, catching the things that almost slip through the cracks.
Finally, the last patient before the end of your shift is wheeled into the OR. You drag yourself and Carlos into the locker room, scrubs sticking to your skin, gloves tossed somewhere, sweat and fatigue clinging to every inch. He leans against the lockers, calm, steady, watching you with that look that makes it impossible to lie.
You drop your bag with a thud and exhale as if it might never stop. “Yeah…sure. Why not, dude?” The words feel heavy, tired, almost sarcastic, but there’s a spark buried in there, a tiny, reluctant relief that maybe this move isn’t as impossible as you thought.
Carlos’s smile is quiet, small, and proud. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
You lean back against the lockers, close your eyes for a second, letting yourself feel it-exhaustion, relief, uncertainty-and for once, it doesn’t feel terrifying.
feeding yall since I’ve been too lazy to finish my fic 💔💔.
pairing: hispanic!spl!reader x jack abbot
cw: age-gap, reader been a freak as usual.
notes: in which jack abbot discovers hispanic!spl!readers quinceañera big photo frame along with some tapes of her quince. Just a bunch of fluff because I’m not gonna make a traditional party feel weird in respect! also just a note this is already when reader and jack are newly moved in together.
Today, jack had the day off to help you move in. He was trying to do it all except you were stubborn just like him, except you were worse. You grabbed every box and got the last of it. Jack ordered some food meanwhile you went to shower grabbing clothes from one of your boxes. Jack was walking around the living room and came across a half opened big box. He peeked in and grabbed the photo frame out of the box.
He saw a huge photo frame of you in a pink ballroom dress, obviously he wasn’t confused since he knew everything about your culture. This was a quinceañera dress, you looked young only being 15 there. Obviously to jack you’re still young but you had a cute baby face obviously now you look more mature with a hint of a baby face.
He grabbed the food but he was not gonna let this go at all. Then he came across some tapes he watched one of you dancing with your father.
You came downstairs hair in a towel and dressed in fold over yoga pants and a sports bra. You saw Jack and his eyes tearing up while watching at the tv.
You spoke up, “are you watching that one movie?”
Jack always cried to that one movie with the dog.
Jack doesn’t respond
You roll your eyes and walk up to him and sit next to him.
You cringe when you realize it was your quinceanera from the 2010s
You sigh, “really?”
Jack sniffles, “have you called your father?”
You laugh, “jack!! I traveled to surprise him for Father’s Day.”
Jack sighs, “that dress is pretty, you still have it?”
You nod, “of course, memories for my mom.”
Jack puts an arm around your shoulder, “pink is really your color.”
You smile and kiss his cheek, “yup, and you know it”
Jack chuckles, “you haven’t aged, you just look like a baby there.”
You laugh, “hey! a quince is when a woman celebrates her womanhood, so technically I was a woman.”
Jack smiles and cuddles you, “we should move with your parents”
You scoff, “amor, I just moved in with you!”
Jack sighs, “this is making me emotional.”
You snort, “wait till you find my baby tapes.”
Jack sighs, “there’s more??”
That’s all for now guys!! I was a bit lazy with this, if you have any fic requests for this dynamic or even blurbs go ahead and send them!!
Also new head-cannons: Reader speaks a bunch of languages other than Spanish to help out translate for children.
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Your fool - bf!Marlon Jackson x gf!Hispanic! reader
Summary: Marlon Jackson being a fool for you in all the right ways
(Authors note: pls tell me how this is and if I could fix where I write bc I'm still new to writing fanfics and stuff)
Knowing Marlon Jackson meant knowing that he was always doing something to make people laugh including you, Especially you. That is how it has always been even at the start of your relationship.
But today seemed different, yes Marlon was still his normal funny self but today he was calmer in a way that you often didn't see.
"do you ever wonder about the future?" Marlon suddenly spoke out of nowhere as music played lightly in the background
"Yea all the time, why?" y/n replied as you laid besides Marlon in bed
As Marlon softly grips y/n's chin and tilts her face to look into his eyes, Marlon says lightly "cause when I think of the future I see you in it with me"
Y/n chuckles tapping lightly on his jaw and jokingly pushes Marlon's face away blushing as he says that
"baby I'm serious, when I think of our future i think of us getting married, having maybe a little Marlon or y/n running around" he speaks again as he slowly gets up
"do you really mean that Marlon" y/n says watching as Marlon got up and went to her side of the bed
"when have I ever said something that I didn't mean to you" Marlon says as he takes your hands, lifts you up softly from the bed and guides you to the middle of the room
As you slow dance in the middle of the room you softly say "you're a fool Marlon"
"as long as you let me be your fool then I'll be fine" Marlon replies while looking into your eyes
"You can be my fool as long as you want" you say
The end
Tag list: @isabella-2025 @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression
(Amir, Chance, The Hanks, Hector, Mac, Parker, Skips)
Summary: A vaguely self indulgent post about my favs meeting the reader’s family.
Warnings: Hispanic!reader intended and has a reference to a lot of Hispanic family dynamics, culture, details, and foods. Gender neutral reader (no specified pronouns, gender identity, or anatomy). The characters are obviously human here but that could either be for the sake of a human au or you’ve realized them. There’s one mention of that idea in Amir’s part but that’s it. Mentions of drinking and alcohol.This is also based slightly around my family a little bit so it might not be entirely like yours but I feel like it’s open enough in most of it towards common characteristics within other Hispanic families that I’ve seen in my community.
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.
Amir
Oh they love him. Amir has literally the best vibes, next to the Hanks
He makes sure to introduce himself to everyone properly. A good hello and handshake with all your male relatives. Complementing all your female relatives no matter their age. Helps with anything he can. Amir wants your family to know that he can be a part of the family and get along with everyone. He’s barely even trying too. He’s just naturally so charming and charismatic that he’s able to win them over pretty quickly
If your family is anything like mine then they do a good portion of their assessment of character over talking over dinner/eating by asking about what he does, what he likes, how you met. (I’m not saying you fed Amir the right answers or anything, but if we want to say that he’s realized and this isn’t in the lens of a human au, you might have had to make something up that isn’t necessarily a lie but also not the truth of “Oh yeah he used to be my mirror”)
But I’m sure Amir is able to hold up just fine on his own and further more
Not trying to say this as an insult or anything but he definitely gets along with your female relatives that most like your tías and older female cousins. They let him in on the family gossip. He can get along with the men in your family too but in these types of families, the men typically tend to be these macho man types and very overtly masculine. And I feel like Amir is very in tune with both his femininity and masculinity in a way that might not fully click with them.
But don’t worry they like him. They know he’ll treat you right.
Chance
Oh sweet friendly Chance <3
Your tías and abuelas adopt him. Immediately. No hesitation. He’s so sweet that they just approve of him as soon as he starts offering to help set the table and dishes, maybe even helping them cook
Someone’s going to notice how beefy he is and ask him to help with something like mixing something or grinding the molcajete. And he’d love it. This is like rolling a success. This is literally the best case scenario
I’m not kidding when I say they adopt him too. It’s like he’s always being here and part of the family after they get used to him. They offer him stuff for his food and drinks. Your tíos are offering him beers. Everyone is talking to him
You honestly have to beat away your family with a stick just to get some alone time or just a conversation alone with him
Just straight up nat 20, the whole family likes him and treat him like just another member of the family and trust him
“Keep him. We like this one.”
The Hanks
Okay so yeah, they might be scandalized by you having 5 boyfriends at the same time since that’s not typically seen especially in Mexican culture. So they might be a little weird and off put by their number of them plus their energy. And I’m sure they know that.
But dude, bro, homie, dawg, they’re vibes are so good that they’re able to gain their trust in time
Hank 1 and 5 go round saying hello and introducing themselves to everyone, nice and proper too, they do their best to set the gen z language aside to help them be taken more seriously
Hank 2 and 3 are offering to help with anything. I think after a while Hank 3 gets comfortable enough to get humorous and joke with your guy relatives. He’s definitely getting a beer. And your family think that Hank 2 (and Hank 5) is sweet.
Hank 4 is able to entertain the kids just fine, along with Hank 5 since he loves kids since he wants to be a father. But I think Hank 4 is able to keep up with them and they’d find him fun. I can see them just climbing on him.
Your family is able to see that they all care for you though with how they help get things for you or help you with things. Along with how well behaved they are
I’ve made this joke before but you’ve got those boys TRAINED
So yeah. Maybe they are wary at first about the whole “five partners” thing but they see that you’re fine and that they all listen to you and that they’re actually really great additions to the family in all the different degrees
Hector
Oh he’s so nervous! It would take a while for him to even have the bravery to join you at your family get togethers. I think you might have to go alone a few times and put a good word in for him before he can even think about it.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to. He does. He really does. Especially if family is a big part of you. But that’s kind of the issue. What if they don’t like him? What if he can’t fit in? What then? Will they reject you? Will they reject him? Will you reject him? Poor thing.
You do your best to put in that good word though. You tell your family about how much you love him. What he does for you. How he cares for you. Basically playing ambassador. You put in the good word, if they like the sound of him then they say so and offer to have him come over next time, maybe even send you off with a plate of food so that he’s not totally left out, and tell him everything.
“You know that rice that I brought back is made by my tía. I tell her that you like it and she always says that I should bring you so that you can have more. And my other aunt has threatened to send me home with the whole pitcher of fresca just for you to try. I also told them that you like tres leches cake. My grandma promises to make some of her mother’s recipe just for you. All you have to do is come.”
When he finally does come he’s so nervous though! He knows that he’ll be fine but he’s just so timid that he’s still nervous. Even then you still have to do a bit of the talking, but he’ll get out of his shell eventually and start talking
Your family is all over him though. They ask him if everything you said was true along with asking more about him
He’s the abuela favorite. If you know you know. In every Hispanic family there is the member, especially among the in-laws, that is the one that’s the abuela’s favorite that they dote on like they’re her own. She thinks he’s so sweet and loves him to bits and defends him from any of the others’ teasing
Your uncles and other men in your family try to get him to drink, but to me, Hector doesn’t seem like a drinker or that he’d really like anything other than a glass of wine every once in a while. So likes yeah maybe he’s not joining the men’s bottle-after-bottle beer drinking circle that always seems to form at family gatherings but like, he might join the tía wine drinking circle and gets all the family drama and gossip somewhat unprompted because “If he’s gonna be around then he should know this.”
He’s also got the all clear from everyone like Chance and Amir do. They see how polite he is and that he truly is in love with you that they’re like “Yep. That’s Hector. He’s in this family now.”
Mac
As soon as Mac enters that house, the tía’s whose house this gathering is at is yelling at everyone to accommodate for them. I swear to god. As soon as there’s someone coming who is a wheelchair and or a cane user the hosting tía runs the accommodation like the fucking NAVY. If you are Hispanic and have a relative who uses a wheelchair or cane you know exactly what I’m talking about
You don’t even need to tell them. They can feel it in the fucking wind and act accordingly
“Move the chairs! How are they going to be able to sit with us if there’s all these chairs in the way?” If Mac arrives in their wheelchair
And constantly offering them a seat if they’re using a cane in case they need it.
Anyways
Mac is definitely nervous, for sure, but I think after they acclimate to the environment and meet everyone, then they hold up just fine
Your family asks all sorts of questions, not really anything invasive, since god knows Hispanic family especially like to ask very personal questions about literally everything, but I think Mac is able to keep up just fine and answer properly depending on the question and how they want to answer
They like that they’re smart. They complement them a lot on that, especially if Mac talks about their occupation. 100% there is aunt that says “Ah. See that’s a good job.” To one of your younger cousins, because that always happens. Always. Not speaking from experience but rather observation
But they like them. They definitely pass the vibe check and low-down evaluation and interview over dinner.
Parker
Okay yeah yeah, he’s excited but also nervous, but mostly excited. They like his vibes. Think he’s funny blah blah blah whatever
He is taking names in Lotería
He’s out for blood
Parker loves your family, he thinks they’re fun. The tías love him, your grandma is insistent that “he’s too skinny” and makes sure he’s fed. He’ll do just fine. But respectfully he does not give a singular FUCK about that as soon as the Lotería cards come out. That’s how you know he’ll hold up just fine, because it’s all about family till those fucking cards and the coin cup come out, and if you’re from a Hispanic family then you know that.
Parker isn’t even here for the money! He almost forgot his quarters at home. He’s just like this because that’s how he is. As soon as you told him about Lotería, he’s just been waiting
He’s good though. He’s quick making the call when he finally gets a line or a full card. It’s like a trained dog waiting for the ball to get thrown
Okay all jokes aside, I think your family likes him quite a bit. He might be a bit more energetic than they’re expecting but they like his enthusiasm and politeness, but also his sportsmanship in games
He happily plays ref for the kids when they play something, and he’s fair to the rules.
“That doesn’t count! I wasn’t paying attention! Right, Parker? That didn’t count?” “I called go. That’s a fair goal.” “Aw man!”
They like him though.
Skips
I don’t know what it is about Mexicans and emos but for some reason they vibe so god damn hard, this should be scientifically studied because why the fuck did he just come up in here and everyone just started jiving with him
No questions asked. Instantly passes the vibe check. It’s like he’s always been here. Other boyfriends have never gotten in this easy what the fuck
Honestly? He’s Hispanic too. I don’t care if he has the whitest name and skin ever. He’s Mexican now. Fuck it. He’s just super white passing and his family wanted him to pass among white peers.
(I love doing this as a hispanic person in fandoms btw just seeing a character and being like “Yeah they’re Hispanic now <3” and love seeing it with other poc people in fandoms just making their favs their ethnicity)
So he’s all good
He might get teased a little bit along with some comments but like, it’s whatever, they get used to it
Your teenage cousins and relatives think he’s cool though. Especially if they’re also some form of alt.
I've grown up as a Hispanic(puerto Rican) girl in the Midwest. I know exactly what I'm doing here yall. Give me space to cook. Billy... you complex character that I can't choose what to think about...
Hispanic reader!
Warnings: swearing, a big TW/CW for racism/slurs(that I can say), blood, abuse mentioned (verbal/physical, not done by reader or Billy to each other...except the one time she smacks him),
——
Going to school in Hawkins was... well weird. The rest of your family moved to New York, and your mom picked... Hawkins, Indiana. A little town in the middle of fuck all Indiana with barely anything to do.
You had grown up here after you turned seven. You could count the amount of kids who were anything other than white on your hand. And if you did research, you were sure you'd find out some fucked up shit about it. But you didn't. You went to school, studied, and in the summer you worked. You mostly tried to make sure to stay safe. Until that west coast prick showed up and decided now would be the best time to pick on you.
"Didn't know there was girls like you here."
You turn slowly. Expecting some lame loser who thought it would be funny. Instead you're met with blue eyes and a jean jacket. Oh goody, Billy Hargrove.
"Excuse me?" You retort, crossing your arms over your chest.
"What? Don't understand me? Don't spic English?"
That word. It stuck in your head and you laughed. You had had odd comments thrown at you but this was a full on racist comment from this gringo pendejo. You matched over, raised your hand and smacked him, the sting of your palm a physical representation of the anger burning through you right now.
"You don't talk to me like that. In fact, you don't talk to anyone like that! Ever! And I know you won't wanna know why because you are not man enough to pull that shit again!" You yell, finger in his face, anger radiating off of you. "You don't get to reduce me to something small just so you can't feel big."
He stares. He feels the eyes of others around him, the soft gasps. He feels something the sting of your palm on his cheek, the feeling of embarrassment deep down, making him nauseous.
"I didn't-"
"I don't give a damn what you meant. It doesn't matter what you meant. You use ugly words to cover up your ugly ass attitude and your ugly soul. Don't you ever think I will let you get away with your behavior just because you think I'm scared," you said, voice solid as steel. "Sobreviví a un huracán para que un hombre idiota me diga eso, no mijito no-"
He sat there for a minute. Waiting. Max was standing just a few feet away having seen the whole thing. He saw people turn and talk, and be felt it again. The pit in his stomach. He stomped out his cigarette and got in the car, fingers tapping the steering wheel.
——
You hated that stupid boy. But you loved how his little sister lit up Lucas. Lucas was friends with Dustin, and Dustin was basically Steve's little brother, and Steve became your friend after he dated Nancy and decided to be a good person, so you were friends with all of the group.
One of the only places you felt comfortable sitting was with the "freaks". The only people you knew for a fact were not racist, and you felt safe being yourself with. So you sat, in your usual spot, next to Lucas and Dustin. Eddie sat at the head of the table, laughing at something.
"I wanna invite Max, but... I dunno she keeps saying Billy-"
"That racist, blonde, brainless, mouth breathing, hijo de la gran puta can kiss my ass-"
The table went quiet for a minute before Eddie cheered.
"Yeah! What she said! To hell with him."
You sighed, fixing the sleeves of your jacket, grabbing your backpack and tray.
"I'm gonna head to class. Only three more months if this. I wish I could just skip this shit."
——
Billy watched from across the lunch room. You smiled and laughed with the group, hell he watched you talk to Steve like you were old friends and the jealousy started to bite him. Why did he care what you did?
...
You didn't even look his way, not even sparing a glare to send his way when you walked past, you were unbothered by his presence and that bothered him the most. He was bothered by you.
You were the first girl to stand up to him. The first person. Ever. He should hate you, he wants to... or at he least he thinks he wants to. He can't stop thinking about you. Maybe it's the way you slapped him with no hesitation, the way you confronted him with no fear, the way you didn't even let him affect you...
He shook his head, and ineffectively, the thoughts.
——
The night of the confrontation when he went home, he sat at dinner with his dad, Max, and his stepmom. There was not much talking. Until there was the comment.
"Well, honey, when those people stop taking our jobs, I'll be able to move up. Can't believe it. Spic got a promotion before I did, I bet-"
Billy stopped listening. That's what he sounded like. His father. He finished dinner, leaving to his room, closing the door, feeling dizzy, heartbeat audible in his ears. He was like his father.
'I'm him... exactly... just repeating what he's saying-... oh god I'm exactly like him I sound just like him I-'
"You aren't man enough to try that shit again-"
"Ugly attitude and ugly soul-"
The words floated around him until all he could do is realize he had been and was a horrible person. If a man like his father said... did people see him as his father? He stumbled to his bed, sitting with his hands in his hair, looking at his desk where there was a picture of his mother. She must be so disappointed.
——
Months later, you were working at the pool like you had been every summer for the past four years. When you weren't life guarding, you were working at the record shop. But this year, there was a change. That stupid grin. You glared at him as your manager said you'd be training him.
You saw him look away, looking visibly smaller when you looked at him. You sighed and lead him through the facilities, where storage was, where the first aid was, how to open, how to close, telling him the phone inside would only directly call the emergency responders.
You adjusted your whistle after putting back the first aid kit, placing keys back on the third hook from the door, where they always went. You could feel his eyes boring holes through your skull.
This was the most you had spoken to him since the day you called him out. While turning, your flip flop got caught on uneven cement. You tripped and he grabbed your arm to make sure you didn't fall. He watched as you pulled your arm back like he burned you.
"Careful. Don't wanna get me on you. What? Think I'll contaminate the pool? Is that why you're here now hm? Gonna guard it from people like me-"
The words rushed out, you couldn't stop them. He stared and stammered, he was trying to find the right words, any words but he couldn't.
"I-I... I didn't-... that was- stop it!" He shouted, grabbing your wrists with a bruising grip. "I didn't... I was stupid okay? I didn't think I just repeated what I'd been told I didn't... fuck I'm sorry, okay!?"
You looked up, wide eyed. To him, you looked like a scared dog. Teeth bared, scared eyes, ready to leap. He let you go, and you stumbled back. Your wrists were red and would definitely bruise later.
"...Being sorry is...something. Better than nothing. But let's get one thing straight. I will not educate you. I will not help you. I am not a rehabilitation center. I'm not your little excuse to say you're not that way anymore. You want to say you're better? You've learned? Show it," you say, fidgeting with your whistle.
"I-... listen, I'm sorry. I-... what I said it was wrong it was... I didn't question what he said and I just... I shouldn't have said it and I'm sorry."
"...Okay."
He watches you walk away, his feelings a mix of conflicted and scared.
——
Hours later, you go get ice cream with the kids at the mall. You smile, waving at Robin, Steve sitting on the counter.
"Hey! Finally, I can prove I have friends my age!" He laughs, high-fiving you.
You laugh, until he grabs your hand and inspects your wrist. The bruise you knew would form had started.
"The hell happened here?"
"The white devil."
Lucas laughed, nudging Max, who glared at him thinking he was saying she was one.
"Oh... Hargrove got you? God, he's such an ass, I'll get him for you I swear-" Steve started.
"No. I can hold my own. I've got it. He's just a guy. I've put him in his place more than once. Now, how about some ice cream?"
The kids cheered and you laughed.
"Not only can we get into the pool for free but we basically get free ice cream from Steve and Y/N. It's like... being rich!" Lucas said, laughing.
"Lucas... buddy, you are upper middle class..."
——
You were working today with that man. You couldn't trade shifts. Tonight was a closing night. All you needed to do was make it two more hours. The pool was empty despite the warm weather. You assumed most people were heading home to go to the mall which was relatively new.
The silence was getting you and you stated to fidget. No you were not... no... no-
"So... wanna tell me about yourself, Hollywood?" You mumbled. Word vomit. Before you could stop yourself. Damnit.
He turned in shock. You wanted to talk? To hear about him?okay...
"Well, what do you want to know?"
You thought for a minute, "You always talk about your dad... never your mom why is that?"
He could feel the walls (that were nonexistent because you were outside) squeeze and close in on him. Why didn't he talk about his mom? Oh, right, she was dead, and anytime he thought about her, he cried. But, you asked. Should he?
"...None of your business," he muttered, playing with his whistle. "What about you? Why is it always I hear about your mom and not your dad?"
"None of your business," you retorted. He laughed, scanning the water. You took a breath before continuing, "He's uh... he's gone. Like... he passed away. In the hurricane. Uhm... he was a first responder and couldn't... it's been a few years like I miss him but... it's been a bit... I sometimes can barely remember his face... his voice."
Billy stopped for a moment, clutching the rests of the lifeguard tower. You... were similar to him in a way he didn't know before.
"I'm... um I'm sorry... to answer your question my mom is also um... gone. Passed away. And that's why here in this shithole, with Max and her mom and..."
"And why you're a pain in my ass, got it got it got it."
He looked over with a half smile and laughed quietly again before mumbling a soft, "Yeah..."
The quiet settles again, and you hum softly. A radio crackles.
"Hello? Hello hello?"
"Oh!" You exclaim, grabbing the radio. "Yes? Hello Mr. Waylon. Oh, it is completely empty sir. Yes. Alright. Thank you sir, have a great night! Tell your wife and Sarah I said hello. Alright, bye bye."
You turn, "Well, pack up, and let's start closing duties Hollywood, this place is dead and we got radio confirmation."
Billy hops down, starting to help with covering the pool and clean up. You go to the back room to count the till, and he's left out cleaning the pool.
That's when a little boy comes in. He looks like he could be your little brother, but he knows it's not. He sighs.
"Hey, kid we're closed," Billy says, turning to face him.
"I-I know I... um..." the boy stammers, he has an accent. He fidgets, backing away from Billy, scared, knowing of his reputation. "Is... Y/N not... the one working?"
Billy stops for a minute. This kid was shaking, terrified of talking to him.
"Hey hey, she's busy," Billy crouches down. "What do you need?"
The little boy fidgets, "I-i lost my toy here... i-... was... um... have you seen?"
Billy takes a minute, and stands up.
"Here, let me take you to our lost and found, and uh you see if you find it. That sound good to you?" Billy suggests. The boy nods, following him.
You hear footsteps and see Billy helping Christian, a little boy who lived next door to you. Your family and his were close, given you were only Hispanic families in town. You stand up.
"I can-"
"I've got it. It's fine."
You hesitate.
"Christian? Estás bien? No te a... dicho algo malo?"
"Mmm no... tenía miedo... pero me está ayudando. No da tanto miedo... no es malo como tú dices..."
"Christian-"
"He... just wanted help he lost his toy... I've got it you can finish up," Billy muttered.
"Okay... okay..."
You finish counting the till much slower than needed, walking out to see Christian still talking to Billy holding a beat up action figure in his arms. They sat at the edge of the pool, feet in the water talking. Christian barely talked in English, scared of ridicule. But here the boy was, talking sentences about his action figure and the comic it was from, Billy listening with a half smile.
"Hey, your mom is probably worried. Get home before it gets dark," you called out, slipping your shorts on over your bathing suit.
Christian got up, thanking Billy and running off. You stood watching, making sure he got out on his bike okay.
"Magically good with kids huh?" You mumbled.
"Hey uh... I'm done out here. Anything else you need? Or can we head out?"
"We can head out."
You sighed, taking long strides to your car, sighing as you reach, taking a long look as you try to start the car. It sputters and refuses to turn on.
"God fucking damnit piece of shit-"
Billy jogs over to his car, and sees you struggling.
"You okay? Let me take a look at it," he says.
"You gonna fuck up my car or something?" You say sarcastically.
"Give me a light, and I'll fix it. If I can't, I'll drive you home yeah?" He says.
You groan, grabbing your lighter, lighting his cigarette. The smoke fills your nose and you sigh as he lifts the hood of your car.
"Oof... um... so... there's your issue," he mutters, pointing at an empty space.
"How the FUCK did someone take my engine?! Ay Santisima madre ayuda me..."
——
So Billy Hargrove was driving you home. You grabbed your belongings from the back seat and trunk, which was only a few tapes and a change of clothes.
"Don't leave any of that shit in my car," he huffs, getting in.
You hop in the passenger seat, "Why? Don't want daddy to know you had one of my kind in here?"
"Fuck you're impossible-"
"I'll walk-"
"No the fuck you wont sit your ass down."
You huff, and fidget with the cassette tape you typically played in your car.
"Alright, I'm letting you play your cassette and you better not have shit taste in music," he sighed, taking a drag.
You smirked and placed the tape in the player, the first song being 'Devil Woman' by Cliff Richard.
"Hmph. Nice. But just his whole album?" He asked, driving slowly.
"Nah. Eddie made me a cassette with my favorite songs. I got The Runaways, Joan Jett, Tina Turner, some old jazz and shit...Mötley Crüe-"
"Alright alright, I see. Not bad," he smirks.
Oh he was about to insufferable at work wasn't he?
——
Billy had never had a lot of fun. Sure he went to parties but he wasn't really having fun, just an excuse to be out of the house. So when some of the guys on the team invited him to just go walk around the mall, he agreed.
They were just walking around, whistling at girls, and Billy was just spacing out. At least he wasn't home. They eventually decided to go to the ice cream parlor and he watched as the girl working the counter ran to the back, Steve coming out with her. He would typically make a snarky comment but he didn't feel like it today.
"Hey, maybe we can find your lil co-worker girl... or one like her, girls like her are always easy... y'know, she's got that fire, spicy-"
"Shut up," Billy huffed.
"Huh? Oh come on Billy, since when do you care?" One called.
"Since right now, shut the fuck up," he growled, staring at the boy next to him. He stared until awkward silence filled the group and they dropped it.
——
A few days later, you noticed how odd Billy was acting. Wearing a shirt to work. Odd. The kids called out to you, hiding.
"Hargrove! Watch, I gotta do something quick. Anyone drowns I'm on your ass."
"Y/N! Oh thank god, Billy he's... acting weird we-... we um... we think the mind flayer got to him," Max explains.
You look back. The boy looks dazed, not in this world.
"Could be heat stroke-"
"He hates the heat."
"You gotta let us test something out. You won't like it..."
"If I get fired..."
"Please. Let us. Let me," El said, looking at you with pleading eyes.
"...Fine."
——
You didn't help the kids. You just stood outside from the building with the showers, watching in case someone came in unexpectedly... until you heard yelling and banging. You ran in, and Billy was trapped in the sauna.
You ran in just as he fell to the floor. Or so you thought.
"We're at 220," Will said.
That was... not a temperature you'd recommend... that was dangerous.
"Guys, hey, that's dangerous-" you started, trying to get past them until you heard Billy crying.
"It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault Max, I promise you it's not my fault-"
Max walked closer to the door and you followed her, seeing him on the floor, crying, pleading. You looked uncomfortable, but you needed to know what the hell was going on.
"W-what's not your fault Billy?" Max stammered. You admired her courage.
"I've done things Max... really... bad things," His voice cracked, hair sticking to his skin from the humidity. "I didn't mean to."
"Guys, I don't think this is a good idea, it's too hot I-" you started to rattle the chain.
"No! Y/N, trust us! Please!" Mike begged, grabbing you.
You hesitated. On one hand, it was Billy Hargrove... on the other hand you felt bad because you had basic human empathy. But you trusted the kids. So you backed away a bit.
"He made me do it..."
Those words made you freeze. Were they right? About the mind flayer?
"Who... made you do it?" You asked.
"I dunno... it's like a shadow... like a giant shadow... please Max... Y/N..."
"Max back up... what did he make you do?" You asked, covering the girl.
"It's not my fault okay?! Max, please...please believe me Max it's not my fault. I tried to stop him, ok? I did!" The boy is sobbing now, and you're holding Max tightly, scared of what was happening.
He kept begging for you and for Max to believe him. And crying. You stood with Max, as tears fell from her eyes. You didn't realize you were crying.
You watched from the window.
"I believe you okay...? We want to help you you just gotta talk to us okay?"
You watched as one of his hands grabbed something from the floor and the heard Will say he could feel him near.
"Get away from the door."
You barely registered Mike's words. Until he yelled, "GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR!" Just as Billy broke the glass. You both screamed, trying to get away. Lucas knocked him out with his slingshot.
"You guys have to go. Now. I'll stay here-" you ushered, pushing them away.
"No way! He'll kill you!" Lucas tried to grab your arm.
"I said go. I can handle myself. Now."
——
When Billy woke up, he groaned, head pounding, sweating. The sauna was still on. He felt so disoriented.
"...Hollywood? That you?" You called.
His head snapped to the door.
"Y/N...? Let me out... let me out please let me out..." he begged, standing up, wobbling.
"I will... I will just... need to make sure it's you... it is you right Hollywood?" You asked, grabbing the pipe. "No shadow?"
"No..."
You sighed, walking forward to the door, taking the chain off the handle, "You attack me and I'll knock you on your ass again. Conmigo no chinges."
You hummed a song, keeping your eyes on him. He stumbled and you opened the door. He walked to you.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry I'm so sorry..."
You sighed. Why did you feel so bad? What was he apologizing for? Because it wasn't his racism. It wasn't the words he had said to you... no it was something different.
"What are you sorry for?"
——
You knew leaving Billy was a bad idea. But you left. You had to tell them.
However, getting to the mall wasn't hard. What was is the fact Dustin was in the middle of talking about Russians with Robin, Erica, and Steve. As well as everyone else.
"Jesus Steve you look like you got beat to death and came back," you sighed.
"Nice to see you too."
...
"Where's Billy?"
——
This plan was stupid. This plan was dangerous. This plan put you in the middle of everything.
"We need someone to draw him out someone who he would listen to... he would get mad," Mike said.
"So Max?"
"Y/N."
The two names were said at once.
"You're a better target. I dunno why but he's been like... shutting down the people when they say things," Max says.
"Things like what?" You ask, sighing, knowing you're the one they're going to choose. One is child and redhead endangerment the other is minority, and this is what you get for being friends with all the weird white kids.
"Like when his dad mentions... like... people like you-"
You knew what she meant, nodding.
"He... he's been like... shutting it down."
"Yeah and when he came in with his stupid friends to make our lives hell... they made a comment and Billy got kinda aggressive with them about it," Steve added.
Your eyes softened. Had he really... actually changed? That much? God damnit why is he redeemable.
"Fine fine fine! I get it. I'll go out."
"Yeah let's use the Latina as bait..." you muttered. "Billy? Billy you there?"
You walked around until he had finally come in. He looked angry. Not himself. Eyes full of fear. You took a step back, taking a deep breath, holding onto your pendant of La Santa Muerte.
"Billy... um... you... you there?" You mumble, stepping forward.
"Back away..."
You look up, confused. His voice was strained, breaking. He looked like he was holding something back.
"I just... you um... you remember that day when you drove me home and uh, I like... put my cassette in an-and you... you already had one in... I was so... nervous that I held it and uh," you stepped closer with every word. "I left with it in my hands a-and I never have it back... and you still have mine so like a tape for a tape cuz yours is signed by the band and mine was made by a friends but.... I want that back... and to get it back, I need Billy back... not just... whatever the hell you are..."
He stumbled a bit as you got closer. You saw everyone getting in position.
"You... need to leave... I-i...I don't want to hurt you...."
The words were whispered and broken. You looked up. He was crying, bruised and bloody. You hated how part of you wanted to believe him. But that's when chaos broke loose and Eleven started her part of the plan.
You ran, hiding behind a service counter until you had a clearing to get to the second level, finding Steve and Robin who handed you some fireworks. The second the flayer got too close to Jane... Lucas threw fireworks first. Then you.
But there was a feeling you needed to go help her. You don't know why you just knew... you had to.
"I'm going down there. I-...I think... I feel like she needs me," you ran before either of them could stop you, fireworks going off in the background. You reached Billy and Jane.
"She was pretty... she was really pretty..." Jane whispered.
You crawled over, sitting on your knees. Jane looked over with tears as you nodded, placing a hand on Billy's shoulder.
"Y-you... you remember that time we were working... um when I first started calling you-"
"Hollywood..." he whispered.
"Yeah... yeah Hollywood... and I asked... I asked about your mom... and I told you about my dad? You remember that? And um late that day we got to close early," you laughed, giving Jane a chance to get out of there. "And then you-"
"Christian... he came in," Billy whispered. The black veins on his body seemed less prominent.
"Yeah... yeah he did... y'know I was... so worried... you were going to say something to him," you admitted.
"I deserve that," he whispered.
"Yeah... but... but you don't deserve this," you mumble, gesturing at everything.
The fireworks stopped and you turned hearing the soft growl of the monster. You turn, the vibrations of the growl felt through the floor. Billy stood up. The monsters mouth opened, a long tentacle... type... thing came out of it, and Billy stood his ground.
Another claw came up and got his side and that's when your fear turned to couragec grabbing a sharp piece of debris as you ran up, stabbing it. Billy dropped to the floor as blood stained his undershirt, the monster turning to you.
"Fuck... fuck fuck fuck why did I do that-" your realization was cut short as you were grabbed by the same appendage, one stabbing your side, another your leg. You screamed in pain, fighting it off, or trying. Until you saw your Santa Muerte rosary fall, beads breaking off, scattering on the ground.
"Oh hijo de la gran puta-"
Safe to say you were pissed. Even in your pain, the one symbol of protection in strength that was always on your person... broken. You yelled, anger filling you as you stabbed with the piece of debris, weaker every time, crying.
Suddenly, you felt its grip loosen... and you fell with it. Steve was the one to run and catch you. You coughed up blood, wincing and writhing in pain.
Billy stood up clutching his side, walking over to you as the monster crumpled up.
"Hey hey hey, back off!" Steve yelled as you groaned, whimpering.
"Hurts, hurts, hurts, Steve, it hurts," you writhe, crying.
"Hey, I know, stop moving you're gonna make it worse," Steve scolds, holding you, Dustin coming over and putting pressure on your wounds.
"Carajo eso duele-"
Your breathing is ragged as they carry you outside. You're put into an ambulance with Billy.
You cough up blood, and let out a laugh followed by a hiss. Spots danced in your vision.
"Heyyyy Hollywood..."
"Y/N... hey, you gotta stay here right? Keep your eyes open," he muttered.
"Ha... hey... I'm... uh... woahhh you are all fuzzy and-"
——
You woke up in a hospital with lights shining in your face, the sun setting could be seen from the window. You room had flowers and random notes and toys attached. Your throat feels dry, itchy, the weight of an IV in your arm.
"Oh! Y-you're awake!" A nurse said, smiling, putting down your medication.
"I-...I am," you mumbled horsely.
"I'm glad to see it. It will take a bit for your muscles to recover from being asleep so long," she smiled.
"How long...?"
"About a month. Must have been the blunt force trauma and blood loss. You're so lucky you have so many people who care about you. Your boyfriend-"
"I-I don't have a boyfriend miss. Uhm... describe him?"
You assumed maybe she thought Steve or Johnathan was your boyfriend. Maybe they'd come to visit with the kids, and that's why.
"Oh um, he's here with a kid right now, here. Let's make sure your vitals are all good and we can put you in a wheelchair to go see," she says.
A doctor comes in to talk to you, goes over your charts and everything else and a team of two nurses gets you on a wheelchair pushing you out. You hummed softly, expecting maybe Lucas, Max, or Dustin with Steve. However, when you turn the corner, you're surprised to see Billy sitting with Christian as Christian reads a book in Spanish to him.
"Okay kid, slow down I'm trying to follow along," Billy laughs. "Here here, you try reading that sentence in English here and I'll try reading it in Spanish. Deal?"
Christian laughs and his face turns slightly, seeing you. The boy jumps up and runs over. He's crying, hugging you.
"Oof- Estoy bien, estoy bien... shh oof, oye, ten cuidado, todavía estoy herida..." you laugh, hugging the boy back, a hand ruffling his hair.
Billy stood, walking over, hands in his pockets.
"Hey..."
"Hey..."
You smiled, looking up.
"So... you've visited me quite a bit? Thought I should have recognized that obnoxious cologne," you teased.
He laughed and looked down, "yeah... bet you can't-"
"Drakkar Noir. I know. I can smell. It's strong..." you whisper. "So... reading?"
"Damn, you saw that?" He laughed, Christian getting off your lap to go talk to the receptionist. "I uhm... well I guess... I wanted... I-... can we go somewhere... private?"
You nod, and with his help, you guys made your way back to your hospital room.
"Y/N I... I know I've fucked up. I've been an asshole I've been... not great to you. To Max... to anyone... But I don't... I don't want to be that anymore. I've... I-... I don't know how to say it without sounding like... I dunno I'm sorry," he says, frustrated as he runs a hand through his hair. "I just want to prove to you I've been trying. And I know this doesn't make it better... but I... got this for you. Yours broke when the... the mind flayer? Got you..."
He hands you a small box and you take it softly opening it up. Inside was a rosary. Not any rosary, a Santa Muerte rosary. Same colors you had before. Your eyes filled with tears.
"The white devil gave me my santisima back... I-..." you sniffled holding it.
"Shit I'm sorry-"
"No no no... it's... I love it... you must... must have gone far for it," you whisper, putting it on, the weight making you sigh in relief.
“Nah… you should have something that protects you…”
You two spend the next few minutes talking. When you yawn, trying to get back into your hospital bed by yourself, he helps you.
“I should probably take my leave… I know the kid got picked up by his mom but… you probably want me out of your hair and all-“
“Stay.”
And with that it opened the door. That maybe… he wasn’t so bad now. He still had work to do, but he would damn well take anything you have him.
