#this is the first time I’ve typed out secretary and I’ve gotta tell ya

[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

Secert Baby ch 15

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Dabi nervously walked into the cafe, drumming his hands on his thighs as he sat down in the little shop that served as a front for Giran’s business. At least he assumed it was a front, he had never asked, maybe girian just like the coffee here?

“Hey, sweetheart.” Girian greets him warmly,standing up from his seat at the table he was at last time.  “No need to look so scared.” Giran must have been waiting for him because he came out from the back right away as he came in the door.

“You said you had a job for me?” he asked as Giran sits back down at his table.

“Yeah. It's just a quick one. I know the guy personally so nothing should go wrong, just has to be done sooner rather than later.” Giran lit his cigar and waved his hand dismissively. He didn’t seem concerned at all. “Ah, sweet thing, did I worry you?” He grinned and it showed off the gap in his teeth. The smell of amusement mixed with smoke and the scent of the older beta.

“When someone tells me something is an emergency I tend to take them seriously.” Dabi said, glaring at Giran but relaxed minutely. The pet names throw him off but Giran didn’t seem to be hitting on him at all.

“Relax. It’s a good thing you came so fast, means I know I can count on you.” Giran leans back in his chair and folds his hands in front of him, he looks like he means business even spread out in the chair, loose limbed and relaxed. When he twitches his fingers at the barista on duty she smiles and brings him coffee with a cup of water for Dabi. “I need you to go to this address.” He slides a napkin over the table. “And tell Yamuto at the desk that Giran sent you. He’ll call out 

Laxus,the big alpha guy, then you’ll tell him that I need the rock shipment pushed off two days to the right. Ya get all that, sweetheart?”

“Go here,” Dabi pockets the napkin, his hands shake slightly but it goes unnoticed. If he wasn’t so tense he would be trembling too badly to take the address. He’s grateful he has scent blockers on otherwise he is sure he would be stinking the place up with the scent of nervous omega. 

“and tell the front guy you sent me. Tell the knothead to move a rock shipment two days to the right. Call him sweetheart.”

Giran coughs out a surprised chuckle. “ You've got sass, kid! Don't call Laxus a knothead and don't call him sweetheart either. He’ll think you've got a crush and start flirting. And you don’t seem the type to mix business and pleasure.” He drawls lazily.

Dabi blanched and dropped his cup of water. “Is he dangerous? You said you knew him and that I would be safe.” He glare intensified. 

“Oh, he’s perfectly safe. He just gets a little overwhelming. Nothing you couldn't handle and you have my full permission to cremate anyone who makes you feel unsafe.” He looked Dabi in the eyes and took a pull on his cigar, expelling a thin cloud of smoke he aimed away from him. “I'm running a business. Does me no good if I've got creeps harassing my employees.”

Dabi nodded hesitantly before standing up. “I was in the middle of something so I’ll just go take care of this now and swing by on my way back to let you know when it's done.” Giran finally broke eye contact, waving him on his way.

“Don’t wave it off if you're uncomfortable, doll. I’m serious.” Giran called after him as Dabi left, stopping in the doorway for a moment before walking off without awknowadling what Girian had said.

He takes the bus partway to the address and walks the rest of the way. Stopping in front of a large office building he scowls deeply. The place is larger than it needs to be, tall and imposing. All shiny glass and spotless steel. He steps into the lobby and he feels like he’s stepped into a cage, the extra space turning his body into a cage. He feels his spine snap ramrod straight with his head tipped slightly towards the floor. So he doesn't look anyone in the eyes,his father had made sure he knew it until it was instinct. He’s tense all over but he walks up to the front desk, shoving memories about training and training to be a hero, and then training to be a wife out of his head, he forces himself to look the receptionist in the eye.

“I’m here for Laxus, Girian sent me.” his voice comes out flat with no room for argument, the result of forcing himself to speak up loud enough to be heard and controling his voice enough that it doesn't shake. He ends up sounding bored more than anything else.

 The secretary, yamuto, looks up when he speaks and frowns when scenting the air reveals nothing. He huffs, telling Dabi to wait. “I’ll go get him. Dress nicer next time, I know Giran doesn't mind all sorts of filth in his little cafe but if you come to a nice business then dress nicer. It's not that hard.”

Thankfully he walks off before Dabi can embarrass himself and apologize, or bite his head off for treating him so rudely. He’s not sure which he would have done. Anger burns hot through him and he expels a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, smoke escapes out his mouth and the secretary is startled when they come back.

“You’re smoking?” the secretary’s voice rises into a high pitch. “ You can’t smoke in here! How much ruder can you be?” The tall alpha behind him is huge and his muscles bulge.

Dabi feels himself wanting to flinch, wanting to fold into himself. He has an apology that he can't help it on the tip of his tongue, he can’t help that his quirk is always two seconds from spiraling out of control. That nothing has ever made it better, not yelling, not beatings, nothing has ever worked to teach him control. He feels a flash of anger and he grabs onto it with everything he has. Uses it and lets it escape like the smoke through his mouth, keeping him standing tall and proud.

“Yea? And what are you going to do about it?” He shows them his empty hands pointedly. “In case you hadn’t noticed my hands are empty. Which means any Idiot can tell it’s my quirk.” he bites out the words, like they can do anything at all to help him win this invisible battle. The secretary jerks back in surprise and the big alpha laughs. Dabi still ducks out of the way when he goes to give him a rough pat on the shoulder. 

“Giran sent me, I'm here on business.” He restates impatiently. He’s eager to get back home to Kiyoko and out of this stupid building. “ I don't have all day so I would appreciate it if we could secure a room and get this done with.” He keeps up the annoyed bored tone the entire time. The alpha looks at him oddly when he ducks out from under his hand but doesn't try and do it again.

“At least you’ve got the sense to request a room.” LaXus says and turns around to lead the way. He only looks back once to make sure Dabi is following him and not snooping around. He leads Dabi back to an office with  ‘interview room’ stamped onto a plaque outside the door. “We can talk in here.”

“You can stay standing if you want, I don't imagine we will be long.” Laxus says as he sits down in a chair across the table and crosses his legs, folding his hands on top of them. He keeps his posture relaxed and he was pumping a calm scent into the room.

“Knock that shit off.” Dabi hisses as he notices, the scent making him more tense and reminding him that he is in a room with a much bigger man than him.

“Sorry.  The last messenger I made uncomfortable gave me quite a shock and stabbed me.” he shows off a scar about 3 inches long on his arm. “ didn’t mean to, just got too close i guess, but they took this small blade, jabbed me hard and ran back to Girian. Got a real earful about it from him.” he hummed, he didn't seem at all upset about the incident despite the scar.

“Good for you, i don't care. Girian wanted me to tell you that the rock shipment has to be moved two days to the right.” Dabi hardly recognizes his own voice. Aloof and disinterested sounding, he’s already decided he likes it.

Laxus looks confused for a moment before his eyes light up in understanding. “Oh yeah he warned me about a newbie hero around here. Makes sense, gotta hand it to Girian he sure knows how to run a business.” He gets up and opens the door for Dabi. “I’m sure you can see yourself out. I’d rather not make you nervous or get stabbed by another messenger, Girian always tells me I'm overwhelming for the newbies.”

Dabi shrugs his shoulders and skirts around him as he ducks out the door. “Thanks” he mutters on his way past. He really does feel better knowing that Laxus wouldn’t be following behind him. Also that Girian apparently really was on his side if he let his messengers stab people and get away with it. He sneered at Yamuto on his way out and mimed blowing smoke at him as he passed, along with flipping him off. No one had the right to tell him how to dress or behave anymore, certainly not some snotty secretary.

 He swaggers into Girians and doesn't bother to sit down this time, feeling lighter and a little proud of himself that his first mission was done. He had gone through with it and even stood up for himself.  “Hey old man, Laxus says you know how to do business and got your message.” he lightly shrugs his shoulders. Hopefully girian didn’t need any other response, he had been too tense to check and now he is too giddy to care. His first mission, done with no issues!

“Cash or to your account again?” Girian puffs on his cigar and his eyes twinkled. “How’d you like Laxus? He respectful?”

“Very, that stabbing must have done him well. Only crowded my space once. Seems cheerful overall, don’t think he realizes how much of a threat he could be” he waved a hand lazily at Girian. “Account this time and cash the next, so it's harder to trace us both. How much are you going to take to repay my loan?”

Girian snickered. “Big lug evidently needed a scar if he was scaring messangers still. Glad to hear he’s gotten personal space through his thick skull. I'm taking 15% to pay off your loan, expect the rest in your account by tomorrow morning. Bit high i know but you're still new.”

“It's less than I expected, that's all I care about.” Dabi shook his head, turning around and walking out the door to head home with a small wave. 

He gets on the bus and sits in the back where it’s mostly empty. The bus pulls away from the stop and he feels the giddiness about his first mission,his first purposeful crime, fade. He lets himself shake and let out all the nerves he hadn't noticed build up. Bouncing his leg to stem some of the nervous energy off. He staggers off the bus a block from his apartment, legs feeling weak and shaky. Then he leans over and empties his stomach. First job, first purposeful crime, done and over with is carrying a different kind of weight now that it’s sunk in a little more. 

It’s over he tells himself. He can relax now. Can go home and cuddle Kiyoko, cuddle his daughter and watch mind numbing cartoons with her until they both fall asleep on the couch. Fuck that sounds nice. Just a night in with his daughter, the entire reason he’s doing any of this. He takes the fastest shower in his life and swallows another pill, unlike the one he took when he left , his scent blocker, this one will bring it back before it would naturally wear off. He grabs Kiyoko from her babysitters with no issues, the babysitter tiredly handing her over without trying to chat him up, just taking her cash and shooing him off.

Kiyoko giggles and reaches for him when she sees him. Bringing her into his arms and rubbing her head against his. She mimics him trying to scent him like he does her. She has yet to get her own scent like him, won't get one until puberty and wont go into heat if she presents as an omega until she’s 18. She reaches out and grabs onto his hair to tug at it as he walks down the hall to their apartment.

“Princess, I’m back! See? Everything went fine and I wasn't even gone that long”  He lets her tug on his hair, it's not like it hurts and it's not long enough to put in her mouth. So he doesn't have to worry about her eating his dyed hair either.

His daughter giggles and reaches for one of his shiny silver hoop earrings, trying her best to grasp it with her chubby fingers before Dabi grabs her hand and puts it back into his hair.

“No tugging my earrings Kiyoko.“ he puts her up higher on his shoulder unlocks the door with his free hand when she catches sight of his keys, shiny and jingling as he unlocks his door, Kiyoko reaches for them, bending herself over backwards and fluttering her wings hard. 

“What are you doing baby girl?” He jostles her upright again and she lets out a peircing giggle. “Let’s put on some studio ghibli and cuddle on the couch.” Kiyoko wide awake smacks him with her little fist and flutters her wings again. It takes several movies for her to fall asleep, when she finally goes down Dabi follows right after. Kiyoko resting on his chest and the TV still on.

#dabihawks #omegaverse #omegadabi #alphakeigo #hotwings #thedarkonewrites #secretbabyfic

[ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes]

Burned Part 8

Summary:  Alfie Solomons is in need of a secretary. Tommy Shelby mentions a young woman in need of employment. From there the two step into a dangerous dance together.

Part 8: Alfie wants to know what Louise wants the most. 

          Louise wasn’t ashamed to admit she’d wondered about what Alfie was like behind closed doors. Part of his nature was intimidating but she’d been blessed to know his soft side. Both had a measure of intimacy and she wondered which was dominant.

           Alfie shut the door behind him and broke the kiss to set her down on the bed. He shrugged off his waistcoat, his eyes glued to her. “You don’t hafta do anything you don’t want, love.” He prefaced.

           “You’d have to tie me up to stop me.” She retorted just to rile him up more. There wasn’t much doubt about her decision. It was hard to ignore the allure. The rush of telling him she loved him was just a step. She wanted to physically express love to him.

           He chuckled and shook his head. “You’ve got a lot behind those innocent doe-eyes, don’t ya?” He accused.

           “Most girls like me like to rebel.” She informed him coyly. “Not all of us are blushing virgins.”

           “Mhm…can see that now. You’re still soft though.” He murmured and knelt at the foot of the bed. His calloused hands grazed over her bare shins, dipping under to touch her calves. “Can’t say m’not jealous that some other bloke had you ‘fore me.”

           “Are you jealous?” Louise propped herself up on her elbows to watch him.

           He grunted and grabbed her ankles to tug her closer. She sat up in front of him, being pliable to his will. “Maybe.” He admitted gruffly. His eyes met hers. “But m’gonna ruin all other men for you.” He gave her a devious smile. “Won’t ever have someone who can love you like I can.”

           His confidence shot electric anticipation right to her toes. “Is that so?” She wrapped her arms around him. “What if I don’t want any other man?”

           “Then you’ve come to the right fucking place, haven’t you?” He grinned and leaned forward to kiss her.

           It was as if Alfie’s romantic side was his true center, even if it had been neglected for the majority of his life. He stood perfectly evenly on the line of compassion and the need for power. His lips moved around hers softer than anyone else’s but he commanded the kiss. Louise wasn’t arguing she had a feeling he knew exactly what she needed. And if she needed to tell him, he’d listen. He craved power and the control over her pleasure was something intoxicating to him.

           Louise drew away, pressing her forehead to his. “You won’t want another woman after tonight.” She told him. Her voice was teasing but there was a root of serious intention. She wanted Alfie all to herself and she prayed he wasn’t like other men or even other women. The modern lover who thought it fun to hop from bed to bed. Too self-consumed to care about deep feelings.

           He exhaled sharply and reached up to run his fingers through her soft curls. He realized he had never exactly ‘made love’. Sure he’d fucked his way through France and London, what sinful bachelor didn’t? But never had he gone to bed with a woman he loved. He couldn’t even imagine doing anything else from that point on. Louise was sacred and to unravel her was a gift from heaven. The idea that he would have the potential to do that more than once in his lifetime was indescribable. “Won’t even think ‘bout another woman. You’re the only one on my mind from now on, yeah?”

           Her heart raced giddily. “I’m yours then.”

           That was enough to stroke Alfie’s ego and get him kicked into high gear. He rocked back on his heels. “Go ahead, love, take that little thing off for me. Want to see all of ya.”

           He didn’t need to tell her twice. Louise scooted back on the bed, lifting up to her knees. She held his lustful gaze as she slipped the nightgown over her head and tossed it to him.

           “Fucking hell…” Alfie drawled out and rose to his feet. He couldn’t take his eyes off her bare body. He ran a hand over his mouth and swallowed hard.

           Louise sheepishly sat back on her heels, not sure what he was thinking. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you speechless, Alfie.”

           He laughed absent-mindedly and held out a hand to her. “Fucking seen beautiful things ‘fore.” Louise took his hand and stood up on the bed. He took her hips in his hands, holding her steady on the mattress. “Jewels, works of art, stacks 'n stacks of money,” He shook his head, his blue eyes scanning over every inch of her. “But you…” He subconsciously swiped his tongue over his lower lip. “Fucking gorgeous.” His usual verbose manner of speaking was lost.

           “So you’re just going to stare at me all night?” She murmured and brushed her fingers through his hair, tugging lightly.

           “Oh, Lou,” He chuckled and shook his head. “You’ve no fucking idea.” His fingers dug into her hips and desire bloomed in his eyes. “Lay down.”

           Louise lay back on the bed after he let go of her hips. “Is it my turn to see you, then?” She asked hopefully when she saw him slip his suspenders off his shoulders.

           “Not quite, gotta take care of you first, yeah?” He got up on the bed and dipped down to pepper kisses down her neck. He rested on his forearms so he didn’t put too much pressure on her. Louise wanted to feel all of him against her but decided to get used to the intimate relationship first.

           He left bruising marks on her neck, eliciting soft gasps of need from her lips. After placing at least four darkening marks on her throat and collarbone, he pulled away to admire his work. His thumb gently smoothed over the skin making her whimper.

           “Gotta make sure the world knows you’re mine.” He murmured possessively.          

           It made Louise melt into the mattress. “Alfie…”

           His jaw clenched. He needed to hear his name slipping off her tongue. It was making him drunk and he wouldn’t stop until the letters were etched permanently into her soul. “I’ve gotcha, love.” He purred and lowered his focus to her chest, toying with her breasts. Every reaction he got out of her was like a shot of adrenaline straight into his heart. The way she squirmed under him, begging softly for more, speaking his name like he was a deity to be praised. It was only a wonder how far he could push her, what type of reaction he could draw out from the deepest part of her. It made him unbearably greedy.

           He dipped lower, laving his tongue over the dips in her abdomen and hips, his beard tickling over her soft skin. Louise’s face burned as he passed over her hips and buried his face between her thighs. Never before had a man taken his time with her. Her past flings had always used her for their own pleasure. And although she got flashes of thrill from the experience, it was nothing like being under Alfie. She wasn’t sure how he knew exactly what to do to get her right to the edge. He was confident with the attention he gave her body.

           So confident, that it wasn’t long before he made Louise into a quivering mess. Her fingers knotted into his hair and he had to press an arm over her hips to keep her from bucking. Her head threw back in the pillow, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. He only let up for a second, earning a whine of disapproval.

           “Look at me.” He commanded in a deep voice. “I want your eyes on me.”

           Her entire body trembled as he held her gaze. Her breathing became labored and her knees kept turning in, too overwhelmed. Alfie didn’t even want to blink and miss a millisecond. They were both utterly mesmerized by each other.

           Then it happened. Like a divine miracle, Louise came undone. Her body locked up and she gasped out his name. “Alfie!”

           He groaned and raised himself back up. He kissed ravenously at her neck while she came down from her high. "Gorgeous...look at you."

           She moaned softly as he nipped at her collarbone, her arms lazily wrapped around him. “All that and you’ve barely even taken your socks off.” She laughed breathily.

           He chuckled against her skin. “Had to warm you up, didn’t I?” He lovingly pushed away a few curls that had stuck to her flushed face.

           “I think I’m well past that.” She touched his cheek. They fell into a hushed moment. Her eyes drawing him in and making his chest hurt with the amount of adoration he had for her. “Alfie,” The words came out in a longing whisper. “Please take me.”

           The man pushed up and stood to hurriedly undress. A strange sensation settled in his stomach. Carnal desires bubbled inside of him, wanting to just bend Louise over and fuck her senseless. But it didn’t feel right; it wasn’t what she deserved at least not their first time together.

           “Alfie?”

           “Hm?” He glanced up at her as he stepped out of his pants.

           “How do you want me?” She had sat up, tucking her knees against her bare chest. Her eyes grazed over his form while she chewed at her lower lip. It was a strange question, to say the least. She half expected Alfie to tell her but he hadn’t. She could recall times spent with Daniel, nights where he barely even looked at her. It was as if he were pretending she was someone else.

           “Uh…” He walked back over to the bed, rubbing the back of his neck. “On your back, yeah, want to see that face of yours.” He tugged off his boxers and climbed back over her. It was likely he didn’t realize how much that meant to Louise. She smiled and pulled him into a kiss. One hand braced against the bed, the other aligning himself with her. Her hands clutched at his back as he slowly pressed into her.

           “Okay?” He asked quietly against her lips.

           She nodded. “Yes…Alfie, please…”

           “Talk to me, Lou, tell me what you need.” He growled as they adjusted to one another. "Can't give it to you until you tell me."

           “Need you, please Alfie, please.”

           Begging, he had her begging. If Alfred Solomons wasn’t cocky enough already, he could never come back after that night. “Can’t hear you, love, yeah gotta speak up.” He toyed.

           “Alfie, c’mon, please don't tease me.” She looked positively desperate under him. Her big brown eyes yearning. “Alfie-” She cried out when he thrust forward without warning. “Fuck!”

           He smirked deviously. The word never sounded so sinful before and it unlocked more to her. “Fucking hell, woman, you’re going to be the death of me. Won’t be able to get enough of you.”

           “Just wait.” She panted, moaning against his shoulder. “By the end of every week-oh, God-you’ll be-fuck-begging for a break from me.”

           Surely Alfie didn’t deserve to enter heaven on Earth, but it appeared it was already through the gates. “I fucking love you, Lou.” He crushed his lips to hers, finding the rhythm that worked them both up.

           He could sense when she was close. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades and she became louder. His neighbors wouldn’t be pleased but to hell with them, he wanted to hear her in that state. He grabbed her chin so she couldn’t look away from him.

           “Alfie…yes…Alfie…almost, almost…Alfie!”

           Her sharp cry was enough for him to hit his climax. “Fuck!” He grunted and collapsed against her. “Lou…I’ve fucking died and gone to heaven, I have.” He slurred into the crook of her neck.

           She laughed faintly and clung tightly to him. “I might’ve too.” The waves of pleasure ebbed but the feeling of intimacy remained as he stayed in her embrace. Neither wanted to move a muscle, only to stay in that moment for as long as possible.

~~~~~~~~~~~

           To Louise, Alfie was a work of art. He didn’t represent the ideals of antiquity’s grace, but she didn’t care. Nothing in the world could be flawless. The mesmerizing bit about him was finding the softness hidden behind layers and layers of steel armor. The parts he hid from the world to conceal any possible weakness. To the rest of Britain, he was a calculating, potentially mad man who was indifferent about killing a man with his bare hands. But there was so much more. He was still brutally clever, his ambitions focused on power, and perhaps he was desensitized to gore, but he was still just a man. He'd shown her that well enough the night before.

           Alfie had a hold on her even if he didn’t intend to.

           “Got your head in the clouds? Lost ya there for a bit.”

           Louise blinked a few times and smiled. She took in the form beside her in bed. He laid on his back, one arm wrapped around her, the other casually placed behind his head. No, he wasn’t a chiseled marble statue, spotless and divine. He was riddled with all sorts of scars of various sizes and different stages of healing. Several tattoos covered his chest, arms, and shoulders. Most were symbols and designs she didn’t recognize the meaning of. Thin black lines etched into his skin, just as permanent as the scars. She wanted to be just as permanent on him.

           He was built well, probably not as fit as he had been when he was younger and in the army. But his muscles were defined, his strong shoulders something to admire. It was strange seeing him without his usual armor. He was just an average man, but he made himself appear so dangerous. It lent to the idea that Alfie's strength came from within. Something inside gave him the ability to bring a man to his knees without skipping a beat. He was a complex man, maybe no one could decode him entirely.

           Louise traced a few scars and birthmarks up his chest, pausing to outline the tattoos with the pad of her finger. Alfie watched with curious eyes but didn’t dare interrupt her focus. The spine-tingling touch was heavenly for him. Normally, he was so accustomed to rough exchanges. Business handshakes, Tommy Shelby’s was bone-crushing, a good fight, or attempted murder. Now Louise was making him yearn for more of her gentle touches rather than the adrenaline pumping violence.

           She paused at a few scars, taking in the pale white or pink skin that marked him. There was no telling whether or not they were acquired during the war or in Camden town. Maybe even he lost track.

           Finally, Louise smoothed her fingers over each of Alfie’s cheeks. She was so familiar with his beard now and came to adore the bristly texture of it against her skin. But she was curious. “Have you ever thought about shaving?” She cocked her head to the side.

           His brow furrowed but he appeared amused. “Thought you liked my beard.”

           “No, I do!” She shook her head. “I think you’re handsome, you know that.” That produced a cocky smile from him. “But I’m trying to picture what you look like without it.” Her fingernails lightly scratched over his cheekbones.

           “Been like this since I came back from France.” He told her, resting his hands over her wrists so she wouldn’t stop. “Trust me, wouldn’t want to see me without it. Look like a monster with that fucking scar.”

           She frowned. “I’m sure that’s not true.” There was a good chance she would fight anyone who attempted to bad mouth Alfie, even Alfie himself.

           “Mhm." He didn't want to argue the fact. She didn't see him sitting in front of the mirror, disturbed at his own reflection. The stitches from his ear to the side of his chin. The ghastly scar that remained. Better she never saw. "Tell you what, I’ll dig up my military papers. Get to see me clean-shaven.” He bargained just so she wouldn’t even bring up the idea of him shaving.

           Louise gave him a sly glance. “A clean-shaven Captain Solomons in his uniform, lucky me.”

           His stomach tightened. Her angelic voice calling him by his rank only conjured utterly sinful imagery. He was so blessed that she seemed just as insatiable as he was.

           “I’m sure all the nurses were all fawning over you.” She concentrated on drawing small looping shapes over his cheeks and jaw with the pad of her finger.

           Alfie was surprised to see a hint of jealousy from her. He thought he was the only inherently envious one between them. “Paid them no mind. I was waiting, yeah, for someone better to come along, weren’t I?”

           A smile hinted at her pink lips. “A spoiled girl from Surrey?”

           “A beautiful woman who is truly the fucking best woman I’ve ever met.”

           “Alfie…” Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

           “Woman who deserves the fucking world, don’t she?”

           “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

           His blue eyes fixed on her while he grabbed her hips so she was straddling his waist. “What do you want most in life? Anything, s’yours by tomorrow, promise.”

           She giggled and shook her head. “I don’t want anything.” Her palms rested on his bare chest.

           “What ‘bout a house?" He didn't believe that she didn't want anything. She was a woman, he assumed they all wanted something nice. He certainly liked some fancy things. "A manor out in the countryside? Hundred servants for you, yeah, won’t have to do anything ever again.”

           “I like my flat in London and I don’t mind taking care of myself.” She shook her head firmly with a bemused smile. "Don't want to spend my days in an empty home like that."

           But he wasn’t finished, wanting to find her wish. “Horses? You rode horses, dinnit ya? What ‘bout a stable full of any horse you want?”

           “I did ride horses but I don’t need one because I can walk to work.” She tilted her head to the side, looking down at him.

           “Jewels? Get you the finest jewels this world has seen. I’ve got the best connections out in Paris…”

           “Alfie.” She pressed a finger to his lips. “I only want you and Cyril.” She said adoringly. “You make me so happy and that’s all I need from here on out."

           When she moved her finger, he lifted his hand. “See this?” He showed her a tattoo of a crown between his index finger and thumb.

           “Yes?”

           “Means I’m a king, love.” He murmured and stroked a hand through her hair.

           “Are you?” She smirked. “Does Buckingham Palace know you’ve taken the throne?” She teased.

           He chuckled and shook his head. “Different kinda king. But it means I can spoil who I want, yeah?”

           “Hm…well I hope you find the woman who wants to be spoiled with jewels. Because all I need is a roof over my head, something to wear, place to work, and a handsome man to love me.” She bent down to kiss his forehead.

           He smiled slightly. “Fine, then I’ll just have to guess what you want. ‘Cause I am going to fucking spoil you, yeah? You’ll just be surprised.”

           She sighed. “I guess I can’t stop you…”

           “Mhm, gonna start with a whole closet full of lingerie. Something of every color.” He gave her a wicked smile.

           She bit back a smirk and stuck her tongue out at him. “Do you men only think about sex?” She teased.

           He didn’t respond, instead, he tugged her back down to kiss her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

         Alfie wasn’t sure what he liked better, Louise in an evening gown, a nightgown, trousers, or nothing at all. Most likely, she could wear anything and he’d still feel weak. Like other men, he was trying to get accustomed to the growing trend of women’s trousers. But when he saw her in baggy khaki pants rolled up to her shins and wearing one of his white button-down shirts, he nearly crumbled.

           She was reading in the sunroom, curled up in an armchair. Her hair was loose and natural instead of in curls. Her bare feet dangled over the cushioned arm of the chair, lazily swinging as she read. Cyril lay near her, his sad eyes looking up at her every so often. Her hand would slip off the book to idly scratch behind his ears. She bore the look of domestic bliss, something Alfie never had the pleasure to indulge in.

           Her hazel eyes looked up over the blue covered book when she noticed his presence in the doorway. “Everything going okay in London?”

           Alfie had nearly forgotten about the phone call he just had with Ollie. “Eh? Oh, yeah, yeah, nothing’s wrong.”

           Cyril lifted himself up and padded over to his master. The dog was enjoying the cottage and especially the beach. It was probably the longest period of time Alfie had been consistently peaceful. There were a few possible remedies. The ocean, the quiet, being out of the bakery, and Louise.

           “See? What did I tell you? Everything would be perfectly fine. You’re allowed to take a break every so often.” Louise straightened up and marked her page before setting the book down.

           “Well, when you’re right, you’re right.” He heavily sat down on one of the nearby couches. He stroked Cyril’s ears when the bullmastiff leaned against his legs.

           She gasped in feigned shock, pressing a hand to her heart. “My Alfie is admitting he was wrong about something? Call the Daily Mail!”

           He chuckled and shook his head. “One man can’t be right ‘bout everything, now can he?”

           “My mother used to say there was only one thing keeping men from sending the world straight into chaos.” She gave him a sly look and sat on her heels.

           “Oh yeah?” He raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “What would that be?”

           “A patient woman.”

           He rubbed a hand over his chin and shrugged. “You think? I dunno.”

           Louise rolled her eyes because she knew he was just trying to pull her leg. She stood and flipped her hair. “Well if you don’t know then you won’t ever know.” She replied and went to pass by him.

           “C’mere you.” Alfie grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap making her giggle softly. He set his hands firmly on her hips as he held her gaze. “Me mum, yeah, she would grab me by the ear.” He playfully tweaked Louise’s earlobe. “After I’d gotten in trouble with coppers. Then she’d say I weren’t ever gonna find a respectable woman. Always asked me what I wanted.” He stuck his tongue in his cheek.

           “What did you want?” Louise wondered. She slipped her hands under his shirt to rest on his shoulders, smoothing her thumb over the knots in his muscles.

           He groaned in appreciation and closed his eyes for a moment. “To be fucking honest, I didn’t know. All I knew was what I knew, yeah? Knew that people looked down on me. Just a petty criminal, a poor Jew, all rough ‘round the edges. Was nothing but a little pest. But what if I could show ‘em? Show London that I were a force to be reckoned with?” His blue eyes opened again and he stared at the ceiling. “Make ‘em think twice ‘bout what they said.” His voice faded into something grim. His jaw tensed and he let out a sigh.

          “You wanted them to know you by name.” Louise realized.

           He raised an eyebrow and his eyes flicked to her.

           She explained herself. “Alfie Solomons. You wanted people to hear that name and react. You didn’t want to be another nameless face being shoved to the side.”

           His mustache twitched with a hint of a smile. “Perhaps.” He murmured coyly. “Did I good job of that, didn’t I?”

           “I would say so.” Louise stilled her hands and studied his face. “So, now what do you want?”

           “Eh?”

           “You’ve made something of your name.” She wouldn’t comment on the ambiguity of what that something was. “So now what?”

           “Well, keep working. S’all I can do.” He shrugged and closed his eyes again. “London ain’t going anywhere any time soon so neither am I.” His voice quieted to a whisper as he relaxed back.

           Louise watched him rest. Despite the break, there was always a hint of exhaustion under his eyes. He was thirty-six but had aged from experience alone. The things he’d witnessed stuck to him. Things he couldn’t control like the scars digging into his skin. And things he chose like the inflicted tattoos. It was a wonder if men like Alfie stepped back and evaluated their course of action. If they were falling through an abyss, doing things they never thought they’d do, eventually changing the world around them. Were they destructive or misled?

           She kissed his forehead and he mumbled softly, reaching up to touch the nape of her neck.

           Was it so wrong to try and become what Alfie was becoming? Was he any different from kings and emperors? Men who killed for power?

           She swallowed and closed her eyes, burying her face in the crook of his neck. He felt so safe. The image of Alfie Solomons, the image others saw was fading away. It was nothing but a façade to her. She’d never been on the sharp edge of that sword and never anticipated to.

           He enveloped her in his arms, his lips finding her temple and kissing her skin tenderly.

           It was inevitable. The further she fell for him, the further engrossed in him she became. The jewel of Alfie’s affection. Sometimes a queen didn’t see the actions of her king. Yet she was a queen, nonetheless.

~~~~~~~~~~~

           “Alfie could you-” Louise paused as she entered through the open door. A young man stood at Alfie’s desk. They both glanced at her. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you were in a meeting.” She stepped back.

           They’d returned to London after the weekend. Alfie grumbled and complained but there was work to be done. Louise assured him there would be more trips to Margate in the future. Just to confirm this, Alfie bought the cottage they’d rented. But he didn’t disclose that to her. He’d find another time to surprise her. It was nice to have as a backup plan. It gave some light to London’s smoke and gloom.

           “No, no, s’alright.” Alfie waved Louise into the office. “This is one of my lads. Nicholas, this is me secretary, Louise Barnes.”

           “Nice to meet you, Nicholas.” She smiled politely and went to set a few papers down in front of Alfie. She didn’t mind coming back to London as much as Alfie did. Of course, it would be nice to stay on the ocean, she was content wherever he was. She was also happy that the trip had eased some of his aches and worries.

           “Pleasure, Miss Barnes.” The tall man replied with a tip of his hat.

           “Everything alright?” Louise sensed something was amiss. Alfie looked deep in thought with his hand over his mouth and his eyes fixed on the cabinet across the room.

           “Grace Shelby was killed last night.” He answered her honestly.

           It was an icy shock. Louise had never met Tommy’s wife, they’d only been recently married. But there was talk about her work with the Shelby foundation She was also aware of the son Tommy had with her. “Killed? How?” She was stunned.

           “A bullet meant for her husband.” He ran his fingers over his beard while staring into space.

           Louise inhaled shakily. “We should go pay our respects to the family, especially Tommy.”

           “More pressing matters right now.” Alfie blinked a few times, snapping out of his daze.

           “What do you mean?” Louise looked over at Nicholas realizing he probably brought the bad news. “What pressing matters?”

           “Were the Italians. Messy ‘tween ‘em ‘n the Blinders.” Nicholas told her in a thick accent. “Things been escalatin’.”

           “Sabini?”

           “No.” Alfie cracked his knuckles, still sounding detached and too engrossed in his own mind. “The Changrettas.”

           The name wasn’t familiar to Louise and she thought she had a good handle on the people she needed to know. “Are they in London?”

           “The son is in New York. Runnin’ gin. Could be big as Capone, they say. Works for the Spinietta family too.”

           “But Vincente and Angel live here,” Alfie said shaking his head. “And they fucking dug their own graves when their assassin missed the mark. Satan himself couldn’t kill that gypsy, they wasted their time trying to.”

           “Tommy is going to try to retaliate.” Louise followed the logic. The Peaky Blinders, like other firms, never let go of a grudge until they had the final say. Usually, that created a back and forth that didn’t seem to have an end. There was always someone with a pistol looking for revenge.

           “Angel Changretta’s already dead. Fuckin’ throat slit.” Nicholas told her in a grim voice. He wasn’t sure a woman, no less a secretary should hear such things. But Alfie didn’t stop him from telling her.

           “But that’s their business.” She said with shaky assurance. “It won’t bother us, right?” There was no response. “Alfie?”

           “Nick, you can go.” The gangster stood up to see his informant out. He didn’t bother to answer Louise’s question.

           The silence gave her anxiety and she wasn’t sure what was happening. “Alfie, you’re scaring me.”

           He shut the door and pulled the blinds so the rest of the bakery couldn’t see into his office.

           “Al-”

           He held up a hand to hush her. “Listen very carefully, yeah, because this innit a game.” He stopped in front of her, his blue eyes hard on her face. “We go on, keep working, right?”

           “Then why are you so worried?”

           “Who said I was fucking worried?” He retorted sharply. “I’m not…” He grimaced and huffed out a breath. His eyes looked over her shoulder. “When a war starts, everyone looks for allies. They’re gonna look to me, yeah?”

           “You can’t get involved in this,” Louise whispered and touched his cheek. “Alfie, this is none of your business. What Tommy wants to do, he’ll do. But you don’t need any part of this.”

           Alfie refused to look at her. “They’ll involve me whether I fucking like it or not. S’not how the game is played, Lou.”

           “This isn’t a game…”

           “We’ll just have to wait to see what Tommy does next.” He tried pulling away from Louise.

           “Alfie…”

           “You can go back to work, s’all I had to tell you.” He nodded curtly and went to lift the blinds.

           She stared at him for a moment, frozen in place. “What are you willing to risk, Alfie? For something you have no stake in?”

           “You can go, Louise.” He sat back down and pointed to the door. “I have a meeting soon.”

           The woman swallowed and contemplated putting up a fight. But she didn’t want to make things worse. They would handle it later. She had to go about this the only way she knew how.

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Whatever Comes Next: Part Three

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: about 2.2k

Warnings: mentions of cheating, nothing graphic

You tossed around in your bed, trying to chase the last moments of sleep before Bucky’s alarm sounded, signifying the start to both of your days. A strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled your back into a hard chest followed by a gentle kiss to your shoulder. 

“Good morning beautiful,” Bucky mumbled. 

“Morning,” you whispered back. 

It had been two months since the incident with Bucky and Steve had happened. Steve had kept his word, keeping his distance from the three of you except to come over and apologize to Becca. She quickly accepted and things went back to normal. Steve texted you only once or twice, he stopped when he got the hint you didn’t want to talk from your one-word answers and he had stopped dropping by. You and Bucky had been in therapy, except outside of the office walls, you weren’t sure it was making a difference. 

At first, Bucky had been the perfect husband he had promised to be- home by 5:30 every day, spoiling you and Becca at every turn. Slowly but surely, those things had stopped and old habits returned, missed dinners and late nights at the office. Last night had been one of those nights, you tucked Becca in alone and went back downstairs, pouring a glass of wine while you thumbed through the unanswered messages you sent to Bucky. Your thumb hovered over Steve’s contact information but you quickly shook your head. Texting him would be a mistake, you couldn’t depend on the man who wasn’t your husband for comfort at every turn, it wasn’t fair to either of you. Two glasses of wine later, you snuggled into bed- alone. 

“Where were you last night?” you asked Bucky softly. 

“Jesus, it’s not even 6:30 in the morning and already with the interrogation?” he grumbled, pulling away from you and getting out of bed. You sighed and closed your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I was just curious,” you defended. 

“Late night at the office. I didn’t have a chance to call you,” he replied shortly. 

“Okay,” you sighed as he turned and went into the attached bathroom. You silenced the alarm clock when it went off, swinging your legs out of the bed and walking over to the bathroom door. 

“Maybe me and Becca can come visit you at lunch today?” you said, already preparing for the rejection. The door swung open suddenly, revealing a half-naked Bucky. 

“That would be nice baby,” he mumbled through the toothbrush in his mouth. 

You smiled and kissed his cheek, leaving your room and heading to the kitchen to get breakfast started. 

+++++++

Thirty minutes later, Bucky was kissing you and Becca goodbye, promising to see you at lunch. You heard the door close and turned to Becca. 

“All right Becca bug, what are we up to today?” you asked. 

“Ummmmm. A movie!” she cheered. 

“I think we can do that,” you said, cleaning up the breakfast mess. “What movie were ya thinking?” 

“Toy Story!” she said, running back up to her room, leaving you in the kitchen confused. She returned a moment later, her Buzz and Woody toys clutched to her chest. “I’m ready mama.” 

“You certainly are,” you confirmed, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “Go get snuggled up on the couch and I’ll be there in a sec.” 

Becca ran off and you followed shortly after, grabbing the DVD from the shelf and getting it queued up before joining her on the couch. She cuddled into your side, placing her toy Woody in your lap, knowing he was your favorite. 

“Mama?” she asked about twenty minutes into the movie. 

“Yes, baby?” 

“Where’s Uncle Steve?” 

“What do you mean?” you questioned. 

“He doesn’t come over anymore. Normally he watches Toy Story with me. It’s his favorite.” 

You sighed as you considered her words. Steve had been the one to introduce Becca to Toy Story, even buying her the toys currently sat in your laps. You should have seen this coming. 

“Well bug, Uncle Steve and daddy aren’t getting along right now. Like when you didn’t get along with Amy at school, you didn’t go to her house for a while did you?” 

“No,” she confirmed. You looked over at her and realized she was deep in thought. “Is Uncle Steve mad at me?” 

“Of course not!” you said, turning on the couch to fully face her. “He’s not mad at you, he never could be. Him and daddy just needed some space from each other.” 

“I hope he and daddy stop fighting soon. I miss Uncle Steve,” she mumbled, becoming engrossed in the movie again. 

“I know bug,” you said wrapping an arm around her. “I miss him too.” 

+++++++

Steve sat at his desk, typing the report that had to be done by the end of the day. He heard his phone chime but ignored it, knowing he had to get these finished quickly and sent for approval before lunch if he had any hope of leaving on time. Not that it mattered anymore, he didn’t have much to do after work. Steve had decided to give you and Becca space, he didn’t want to interrupt whatever you were trying to fix with Bucky. His phone chimed again and he picked it up, thinking it might be important. He smiled to himself when he was it was two texts from you, maybe you were lifting the unofficial texting ban that you had placed. A third chime quickly sounded, alerting him to a third message from you. 

The first message was a picture of Becca, her Buzz Lightyear toy in her lap, focusing intently on what he assumed was the TV. The caption simply read “This is less fun when you’re not here”.

The second message was a selfie of you, Becca’s Woody toy held in your hand. Steve laughed at the caption, “Don’t worry, I’ve got Woody… why did they name a children’s character that? Someone call Tom Hanks asap”.

The third message didn’t have a picture, it was just a text. “Me and Becs are coming to the office today. Can we swing by? Becca misses you..”. Before he could begin typing, another message from you popped up. “And I miss you too.”. 

Steve typed out a message quickly before he could think too much about it, “Of course, my door is always open for the two of you. I miss you too”. 

Steve smiled to himself as he looked back to his computer; at least now he had something to look forward to. 

+++++

You frowned as the elevator opened to Bucky’s floor, the last time you had been here was when you caught Bucky. You shook your head and took a deep breath, Bucky loved you. He said he had switched secretaries with Sam and you had nothing to worry about- some part of you believed him at least. Becca knew her way around the office so she headed in the direction of Bucky’s door before you took her shoulders and guided her towards Steve’s office on the opposite side of the hall, she looked back at you confused. You just smiled and nodded your head in the same direction. You had decided not to tell Becca about visiting Steve, just in case he had to cancel- not that he ever had before. It only took Becca a few more minutes before she recognized where you were, taking off in a run when she was close to Steve’s door. 

“Becca,” you warned before she burst through the door. “Knock.” 

Becca knocked on the door gently and waited to hear a reply. 

“Yeah?” you heard Steve question. 

Becca looked at you and you nodded, letting her open the door. 

“Uncle Steve!” she cheered, running through the door as you followed close behind. 

“There ya are!” he replied, scooping her into his arms for a hug. “How’ve ya been kiddo?” 

“Good! Me and mommy watched Toy Story today!” 

“I know,” he said, smiling at you. “Your mom sent me a message.” 

“You should come over soon, Uncle Steve. We can watch the next Toy Story,” Becca rambled. 

Steve looked at you and you gave him a small smile and nod, letting him know it was okay. 

“I would love that kiddo,” Steve confirmed. 

“Well, who do we have here?” a voice from behind you said. You turned around and saw Bucky. He was smiling but under that, you could tell he was mad. Steve had been a sensitive topic lately. 

“Hi daddy,” Becca said, still playing with Steve’s tie, barely looking up at him. 

You could feel Bucky glaring at you but you didn’t pay attention to him, choosing instead to focus on Becca. 

“You wanna go to lunch kiddo?” you asked. 

“Can Uncle Steve come?” she asked as she hooked her arms around his neck. 

“No,” Bucky said shortly. 

“I’ve gotta get some work done bug, but I’ll come over and watch Toy Story with you soon yeah? And that’s even better than lunch,” Steve said, rubbing Becca’s back. 

She considered it for a moment before she nodded and let Steve put her down. You took her hand and led her out of the room until she turned around and faced Steve once again. 

“Promise?” she asked. 

“Promise,” Steve confirmed, looking at her and then you. 

“Let’s go back to my office,” Bucky demanded. “I’ve got a few things to finish up.” 

You and Becca followed him back to the office, passing Sam’s office on the way. You waved to him and noticed Jill was, in fact, his secretary now. You gave her a tight smile and went on your way. You weren’t exactly mad at her, Bucky was the one who was married. You took a deep breath and shook the thoughts from your head- none of that was important. Becca took a seat on the small couch in Bucky’s office, pulling out the small box of things you had stashed there for impromptu visits and you sat in the chair across from his desk. 

“So why were you in Steve’s office?” he asked while typing something you couldn’t see. 

“I asked him if we could stop by,” you said with a shrug.

“Why?”

“Why? Because he’s my friend? Because Becca misses having him around?” 

“Is there something going on that I should know about?” he asked, still looking at his computer screen. 

You glanced over at Becca, making sure she was still occupied before answering. 

“If you’re gonna accuse me of something, you better look at me while you do it,” you said tensely. 

Bucky sighed and looked over at you.

“Listen, I get it. I wasn’t around for a few weeks but I need to know if something is going on between the two of you.”

“I’m not the one who cheated Bucky,” you hissed through clenched teeth. 

“Fine,” he relented. “Let’s just go to lunch and forget I said anything.” 

You opened your mouth to say something but thought better of it. You didn’t want to fight with him, especially not in his office in front of Becca. 

“Sounds good,” you said with a smile. 

++++++++

The next day, you set off on your Saturday morning errands, the first of which being the grocery store. You pushed your cart through the aisles, tossing things in and checking them off your list as you went. You were almost done when someone tapped your shoulder with a gentle ‘excuse me’. You turned around to see who it was and came face to face with Jill. 

“What?” you asked shortly. 

“I know this isn’t the place or way to do this. But I just really need to talk to you and I didn’t know how to get in touch with you so when I saw you here-” 

“I’m sorry, is there a point coming soon? I’m not really in the mood to chat with my husband’s mistress.” 

“It’s about that. I am so truly sorry. I just caught up in the whole thing and I let myself fall for him. I didn’t feel bad about it until I saw you and your little girl at the office yesterday. God, I don’t know how to tell you this but… me and Bucky are still meeting up.” 

“What?” you whispered, looking into her eyes. “He said he ended it with you.” 

“He did,” Jill confirmed. “But he called me again. We’ve been meeting up more often again. I’m so sorry.” 

You looked at her and nodded. 

“Okay, thank you I guess.” 

She gave you a half-smile before turning and leaving you alone. You walked through the store on autopilot, grabbing the necessities before checking out and quickly going to your car before letting the dam break. 

You sat in your car, sobbing uncontrollably, knowing you couldn’t forgive Bucky again. You didn’t know how much time had passed until there was a tapping on your window. You looked up and saw Steve’s blue eyes shining back at you with concern. He gestured for you to roll down your window. 

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” he asked quickly. 

“He’s still fucking her Steve. He’s still-” 

You were cut off by your own loud sob. Steve’s eyes widened, before he dropped his bag of groceries to the ground, reached in your window and unlocked the door, opening it quickly and pulling you out of your seat and into his arms. You let yourself go limp in Steve’s arms, trusting him to hold you up. 

“I’ve got you, it’s gonna be okay,” he mumbled into your hair. 

You knew things were going to get worse before they got better but you also knew Steve would help carry you through.

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[shesawriter39049]

It’s hard for them to speak up though, they are in Korea and could face backlash, they aren’t even American. At least they said something!

'FIRST THINGS FIRST, 

Let's remember this movement is not about BTS or any Idols...it's not...and I hope if you've had time to message me you've had time to go online, or go outside and make a damn difference... 

Now, back to your ask, we differ and that's fine, I think me coming from a political family... my gut tells me it comes down to profit and loss. Morals and Business Ethics...

 It did not take 10 days to type 20 words, which essentially only reworded the main narrative that has already been placed. I'm not mad at that, them keeping it cut and dry left less room for people to dig too deep.... That's press secretary 101 AKA tautology at it's finest...

"Don't say more than the initial narrative, don't leave too many gaps that can be misinterpreted 'yet don't say less than the initial narrative, and finish by adding a few adjectives to make it sound warmer" ;)

However, my point is, we've gotten 6 paragraph essays in hours if a scandal breaks out, so they did not need time to process a statement they needed time to process a game plan. They also needed time to put together a fall back in case something dose go left...I know some of y'all just see it as; The boys, bang, there loving manager...but it’s more than just “family dynamics” 

It took 10 days for them to wager if it was worth it to speak up or not...how much do we lose if we stay quiet and what do we gain if we speak up..you gotta remember BigHit IS A business FIRST! 

The fact that it took so long, the fact that 3 big groups speak up about an hour apart, the companies delivery makes it seem forced, and like they gave into peer pressure. Let's not forget that's an actual job, someone is paid to actually monitor socials and see what the public narrative is. Why do you think BH  has addressed certain things after they trend for a couple days? Because someones looking to see what's worth actually addressing! 

Hmmm... Ignoring a human rights movement days before being involved in an American online virtual grad party? Yeahhh not so much!

I'm rarely on Twit because of drama but due to BLM I've been more active, and as of about Saturday? You couldn't even log onto a BTS/BH post without people spamming it about the movement and the label's silence. Let's also not pretend a huge part of the BLMM gets to change because it's BTS...what we want is for people to NOT  move in silence, we want people to make their voices heard and speak up! So ppl saying "SEE I knew they were doing something behind closed doors" Is irrelevant for what the movement is asking for. 

You can love someone and not literally lick their ass with everything they do or say btw... 

It took 10 days to debate between morals and business...and that's where as a black fan, on the company's level it really makes me feel a type of way. Because that's ALL it came down to....any person in power when you speak up on these types of things you'll  face backlash regardless. So you have to wager morals OR possible profit loss and kickback...and the fact that, that company took so long to pull the trigger makes you question there true feelings not he boys... (Also I’m not implying I think BANG is racist, I’m saying they let business cloud there judgment for longer than I think they should have as big of a company as they are at this point.) 

So yes, the idols.K-rappers and r&b singers that spoke up on their own days after it happened....are still in the same boat as BTS. It doesn't matter if a couple are American born. The bulk of their money, and their company is in Korea,they still have millions of fans from Korea regardless of them being born in America. America is not the one that's keeping them afloat financially...we aren't even with BTS...we don't touch what Asia does! 

I don't doubt the boys sincerity, my issue is not with the boys directly anyway, however since it came upon fans taking fire to their socials the narrative seems tainted IMO....I feel like BigHit handled this poorly as a company. Tbh because it is a sticky subject I don't think the company ever planned to speak up, UNTIL, it reached Korea and other idols and fans started asking...

Regardless of it not being a Korean “issue”, like a couple Kpop artists have said... the genre pulls so much and profits so much off black culture how is it not also their place to speak up?Would you have a rapline without black people??! NOPE

So for me...I would have preferred they just stayed quiet if they felt uncomfortable because now even though I don't question their heart, it doesn't seem genuine, the company ruined the effect for me! NOT THE BOYS, I'm not blaming the boys, tbh Joon was probably the one that said "Ya know we kinda can't keep avoiding this right!?" The minute it hit Korean news last week.... Also BTS don't have as much to lose as some smaller groups and even rookie groups that I've seen speak up, sorry but they don't. These boys have a huge Korean AND American following, they aren't rookies they have weight....when you have groups that aren't as popular, don't have that Western fall back...yet they speak up on their own..then yeah BH felt the pressure to speak up as well.

In conclusion there is no time frame on being a good human, yet, it would've been better if the statement came naturally, and came before people were "Looking" for one. 

That's my point and that's just how I feel and your entitled to disagree, however I wont address THIS particular statement in regards to BTS and black lives matter anymore. But we can discuss other topics within the situation! 

ALSO , IDC who the person is we need to stop giving celebrities gold starts for being good people...or just non-celebs. “At least they spoke up” I mean it’s racial inequality the US is now a big part of there world I’d hope they'd speak up at some point. As well as it’s hard for a lot of pople famous or not famous or not, not every bodies values align with there families..peers..coworkers and sometimes it dose not come out until shit goes down! 

ALSO AGAIN PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU ARE SUPPORTING THE CAUSE!!! THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN THE ONLY REASON YOU WANTED A STATEMENT ANYWAY TO FURTHER AWARENESS THAT HOPEFULLY YOUR HELPING WITH AS WELL! 

#bts #jimin #park jimin #taehyung #kim taehyung #jungkook #jeon jungkook #yoongi #namjoon #kim namjoon #hoseok #jung hoseok #jin #kpop #black kpop fan #black kpop fans #bts army #kpop unpopular opinion #bts unpopular opinions #bts black army

[flowrxchild]

🌼Get To Know Me Tag🌼

Thanks @satans-helper for tagging me!!! This is gonna be a long one so if anyone feels it’s necessary, please tell me to shut up! oke doke les do it❤️

1. What’s your middle name?

Olivia!

2. How old are you?

20, very cool and very funky years..

3. When’s your birthday?

January 8th

4. What’s your zodiac sign?

Capricorn 🐏 also an Aries rising, Libra moon if anyone cares lol

5. What’s your favourite colour?

Rn it’s yellow!

6. What’s your lucky number?

Ok I rlly gotta pick one soon cuz I just don’t have one lol

7. Do you have any pets?

Used to have a chubby brown lab but she was an old girl:( BUT recently I have fed a stray cat enough for him to come back everyday so he is now mine by Ricky Law™️

8. Where are you from?

Toronto, Canada baybee

9. How tall are you?

5’5

10. What shoe size are you?

7 and a half? I think?

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Not that many like 5 tops lol

12. What was your last dream about?

Last night I dreamt about going horse back riding?? I woke up like ...she’s a horse girl, I knew it..

13. What talents do you have?

I can draw/paint?? Also I’m a pretty snazzy photographer

14. Are you psychic in any way?

I’m definitely intuitive...I’ve experienced some very strange coincidences in my life...

15. Favourite song?

Jimi Hendrix’ Voodoo Chile

16. Favourite Movie?

Moonrise Kingdom

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

*stares in Josh Kiszka yearn*

18. Do you want children?

Erm not sure yet

19. Do you want a church wedding?

Lol I want whatever the opposite of a church wedding is..

20. Are you religious?

Nope.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yes. I’m so clumsy I am a danger to myself at this point...

22. Have you ever gotten in trouble with the law?

No I’m literally a baby chicken and will cry if u raise ur voice at me

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

Not formally? I’ve seen a lot of random celebrities just walking around tho cuz I live in a big city

24. Baths or showers?

Showers, practically but I love me a good bath now and again

25. What color socks are you wearing?

Im not wearing any ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ;-) Sam Kiszka tease ;-) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

26. Have you ever been famous?

One time my painting was put into a community art gallery and they took my photo for the local newspaper except they made the centre fold of the page fold into the picture around my face so it got all distorted and it was like when Mike Wazowski was in the Monsters Inc commercial...

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Not rlly..

28. What type of music do you like?

Rock, folk and indie but I will listen to anything

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Yes. Me and my friends do it every year as a cottage tradition!

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

3...I need to be snuggled AND supported

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

I don’t sleep unless I curl up into the smallest ball possible like a friggin cat

32. How big is your house?

She smol

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

Literally just coffee most days. I love anarchy

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

Nope. Don’t have the desire to either.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

I have not but I’ve always wanted to!

36. Favourite clean word?

Cozzy

37. Favourite swear word?

Cunty but like as an adjective

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Not rlly sure...probably only a day. I’m a very sleepy person

39. Do you have any scars?

Yep

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

If I told you, they wouldn’t be secret ;-)

41. Are you a good liar?

No not at all. My face gives it away so badly

42. Are you a good judge of character?

I like to think so. My first impressions of people tend to be true.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

Ya but not well ahsgag

44. Do you have a strong accent?

I don’t think I do, but my family from the states always says we have the stereotypical “Canadian accent”.

45. What is your favourite accent?

I loooove Irish accents. I find them very pleasing to hear!

46. What’s your personality type?

INFP-T to be precise

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

My prom dress I think? I got it a Free People for 90$ and at that store, that’s a steal...

48. Can your curl your tongue?

Yeth

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

If this is referring to my belly button then, innie

50. Left or right handed?

Right handed

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Ew ya

52. Favourite food?

Ok my fave food is also my fave foreign food and it’s Indian!

53. Favourite foreign food?

^

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

messy...ITS CAREFUL CHAOS OK?

55. Most used phrase?

I really am not sure...

56. Most used word?

probably ‘like’. Yes I’m gen Z, yes I have trouble articulating my thoughts. And what about it???

57. How long does it take you to get ready?

I need at least an hour...I like to plan

58. Do you have much of an ego?

I don’t think so??

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

If you bite lollipops, you’re in jail now, I don’t make the law.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

Yes, I’m the funniest person I know.

61. Do you sing to yourself?

Yes, funny you ask, I’m not only the funniest person I know, but also North America’s greatest entertainer!

62. Are you a good singer?

No! But I will preform for myself and the spiders living in my room. Yes, we exist!

63. Biggest fear?

Losing the people I love, being trapped.

64. Are you a gossip?

No yuck i hate it.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

this is too broad and difficult but The Witch. It’s spooky and dramatic.

66. Do you like long or short hair?

I don’t rlly have a preference...

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Probably if I try really really hard lol as a Canadian, this is a good road trip game

68. Favourite school subject?

Art or English!

69. Extrovert or introvert?

Introvert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

No but something about makes me anxious

71. What makes you nervous?

I would really love to find something that doesn’t make me anxious. Let’s start with that.

72. Are you scared of the dark?

No! I find it comforting sometimes actually

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Depends. I hate confrontation so I only do it if it really matters...

74. Are you ticklish?

Ok I wanna know who isn’t! Like whomst is not ticklish??

75. Have you ever started a rumour?

I hope not...I would feel very stinky

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

If by authority you mean telling my sister to get out of my unassigned-assigned spot on the couch even though my voice cracks a little as I do it causing her to laugh even harder, than yes.

77. Have you ever drank underage?

Yes. *police sirens grow closer*

78. Have you ever done drugs?

I have done a weed or 2. Yes

79. Who was your first real crush?

My neighbour lol

80. How many piercings do you have?

3! My ears and also my cartilage! Used to have my septum, but it caused me too many problems so i let it grow over :(

81. Can you roll your R’s?

Ya!

82. How fast can you type?

So fast *spongebob voice* wanna see me do it again?

83. How fast can you run?

I would probably be the first to go in a horror movie

84. What colour is your hair?

Dark brown

85. What colour are your eyes?

Brown

86. What are you allergic to?

Nothing substantial.

87. Do you keep a journal?

Ya I do!

88. What do your parents do?

My mums a school secretary and my dads a fraud investigator

89. Do you like your age?

U know what, ya..I can’t complain.

90. What makes you angry?

Injustice and rudeness

91. Do you like your own name?

Ya I don’t mind it

92. Have you already thought of baby names if so what are they?

I mean I have names that I like but it’s not something I write down so I always forgot lol

93. Do you want a boy or a girl child?

I really couldn’t care less

94. What are your strengths?

Physically, I’m a sack of bones with the upper body strength of a new born baby but I like to think my sense of humour makes me tolerable *finger guns*

95. What are your weaknesses?

I am one frightened human bean.

96. How did you get your name?

Tru story: throughout my moms whole pregnancy, everyone including the doctors were convinced I was gonna be a boy because they could never get a clear look at me in the ultra sounds so my parents had only picked out boy names until I was born to which they changed their choice of “Eric” to Erika :))

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

Not at all lol

98. Do you have any scars?

Did I already answer this one? I think I did?

99. Colour of your bedspread?

White with pink floral pattern! (From ikea lol)

100. Colour of your room?

It’s an off-white

Ok I wanna tag these lovely beans @pe2chie @turntonightfirelight @camomillacatalina @witchgoddess @blackdressedtinyone 💗💗💗

#tag game #get to know me tag #ty!!

[bossman-hazani]

Gangstars episode 1

Hey so this is my first time using this website. I’m moderately new to it but I thought that this might be a good place to post the scripts for an animated comedy series I wish to one day start. I decided that since I have no idea on how and what the hell to do in order to get it noticed by a producer, I thought a good place to start was to post the scripts online and see if I could build a community on it and see what will come from it. I mean, worst case scenario is that literally nothing will happen and it’ll go completely unnoticed so here it is. Please feel free to give any feedback in whatever way is possible on this website lol. The first episode might be a little weak I’m not really sure what to expect from readers but please give it a chance to when I post the second episode before giving up on it. I guess the kind of humour it comes off from is more a Rick and Morty type of thing. And please can nobody be an ass with feedback? I’m still new to this and I don’t really appreciate it. This isn’t really a final product and I’ll probably change the script based on any feedback I get so please try to keep it constructive and helpful. Thanks and enjoy.

Gangstars Episode 1 script

(The camera shows a brick wall in an alleyway with a door. You can hear the muffled voices of the interviewer and his mother)

Interviewer: "!?"

(Door opens)

Mom: "DAMMIT BOY, IF MY SON'S GONNA SMOKE, HE'S GONNA DO IT IN HIS OWN DAMN HOUSE, NOT THE TRASHY APARTMENT HE BOUGHT HIS MOM CAUSE HE DOESN'T LOVE HER"

Interviewer: "alright, alright! I'm going!"

(Interviewer exits door, grabs a cigar, takes out his phone and starts talking to someone on the phone while leaning on a wall)

Interviewer: "Hey, Stu. Look, I need you to do me a favour. Dammit Stu are you drunk again!? Fine, whatever. Just go tell Cindy that I'm gonna be in the office to tomorrow morning - what do you mean what!? Why the fuck do I even pay you!? Dammit Stu! You'd better give results or you're fired! Oh so NOW you remember. Whatever. Now tell Cindy that I'm gonna be in my office in the morning and that she has to go get mike so I can meet him and promote his ass. Heh, yeah, he's gonna be making some big bucks now"

(Interviewer continues talking while smoking, and as this happens, a large arm (Fat Toni) with a burger starts creeping off side of screen and attempts to suffocate him.)

Interviewer: "WHA-!?"

(Interviewer punches Fat Toni in the stomach to which an immune sign appears, slowly rising. As time is running out, Interviewer grabs glass bottle and hits Fat Toni over the head with it.)

Fat Toni: "ah SHIT!"

(FT drops to floor directly onto interviewer's leg and a crack is audible)

Interviewer: "Fuuuck!!"

Fat Toni: "Help me up, guys!"

(Two more figures, Teef and Giuseppe run in to help FT up there is clear strain in doing the process.)

Teef: "Holy shit, Toni you’re so fucking heavy!!"

Giuseppe: (Makes strained sounds)

(Interviewer politely waits through this event)

(When Fat Toni is finally up, he takes a moment to catch his breath)

Fat Toni: "Ok, where were we??"

Interviewer: "Uhhhh I think you were about to proceed with kidnapping me?"

Fat Toni: Ooohhh yeeah... Well... Do you wanna go through with it or has the moment kinda passed?"

Interviewer: "Nah I think I can bring it back."

(Interviewer backs away, into a wall, unable to stand. The shadow of a LARGE man slowly, with help, makes their way up and looms over interviewer)

Interviewer: (In fear) "What are you?"

(Bag goes over interviewer's face and screen goes black)

Fat Toni: (As if talking to a sick child) "Wake up, this is a temporary kidnapping."

(From the perspective of the interviewer, you can see his eyes opening and closing slowly)

Fat Toni: "Wake uuuuppp"

(Interviewer still doesn't wake up)

Fat Toni: (Irritated) "Hey, cmon, wake up already."

Fat Toni: (yelling and at the same time slapping the interviewer) "Wake up!!"

(Interviewer is awake now and looks all around him. He can see a messy room and at the end of it stands a dark figure who is not visible due to a light shining into the interviewer's face)

Fat Toni: "Alright now, talk!!"

(An irritated muffle comes from the interviewer as he makes it clear that he cannot)

Fat Toni: "Oh, right. Sorry about that."

(From the figure comes a hand that reaches to the face of the interviewer and removes some duct tape)

Fat Toni: "Ok NOW talk."

Interviewer: "Somebody help me!!"

Fat Toni: "Naah I was just messing with you, you never had to talk. But what we ARE gonna do is we're give you something to make sure that you can't go to that interview tomorrow."

Interviewer: "huh? But-"

(Toni's hand goes over interviewer's face and the screen goes black for a few seconds.)

(The camera then goes to Mike. He's walking in a suit with a briefcase (office work starter pack) through the Jimmyasssteak building and his fellow employees pass by, engaging in conversation. It's clear that Mike is familiar and comfortable in his status and that EVERYONE knows and loves Mike.)

Employee 1: "Hey, Mike!! Pretty sure your gonna be promoted to CEO!! AND your gonna meet the boss! Even I haven't seen him"

Mike: "Yeah ikr! But it still hasn't been confirmed... Fingers crossed though!!"

Employee 2: "EY, MIKE!! YOU FUCKED MY WIFE!"

Mike: "Yeah I did"

Employee 2: (High fives mike) "Holy shit! That's really an achievement! I still haven't fucked her after 5 years together!! Anyway, have a good one, Mike!"

Mike: "Yeah, you too, Gary."

(Mike goes into a reception and starts waiting. After a sew seconds, a secretary comes up to mike)

Secretary: "Oh, hey Mike, the boss will see you now."

Mike: "Alrighty then, let's go."

(Mike and secretary start walking together through a corridor)

Mike: "So uh you know what the big guy's like? What I should say to him? What he looks like?"

Secretary: "I have no idea. I've never seen or heard him in person. Every day at 11 I escort everyone out of the building and security is turned off so he can enter his office. I guess you could say he likes his privacy."

Mike: "But then how did he tell you he wanted to see me?"

Secretary: "We communicate through ASCII. (but pronounced as ASCI)"

Mike: "So... the Advertising standards council of india??"

Secretary: "No it's with TWO 'I's."

Mike: "Ohh..."

(Camera slowly blacks out then slowly back into colour to show Mike and the Secretary reaching the end of a corridor. The secretary is a blubbering mess while mark is just confused and shocked)

Secretary: "And then I said "what, you don't like me that way?" and then you'll never guess what he said. Go on guess."

Mike: (slowly and confused) "How? This wasn't even a long corridor. It was only 30 seconds ago that we were talking about the boss. How did- Just- how!?"

Secretary: "HE SAID YESSSS!"

Mike: "Well I hate to have to leave you at the peak of the... The conversation but- uhh- we're at the boss so I kinda have to do my interview and all..."

Secretary: (clearly fine now) "Oh, ok!"

(Secretary goes to a computer and types in a legitimate ASCII message. In response, a message that's clearly not ASCII pops up)

Secretary: "Alright, I'm going to have to go while the boss opens the door. It's standard procedure. So bye Mike!"

(Secretary starts walking away. A door slowly opens. Mike goes through the door, looks around and sees Fat Toni, who is drawing a moustache on the Mona Lisa painting hung up on a wall)

Fat Toni: "OH, HEY! Mark, right? I- uh I wasn't expecting you!"

Mike: "But didn't you literally tell your secretary that you were ready for me through ASCII??"

Fat Toni: "Mike... How in the goatlord’s shitting anus am I supposed to contact my secretary through the advertising standards council of india!?"

Mike: "Oh no she says it's with two 'I's."

Fat Toni: "Aaaahh. Well that makes more sense. I thought she was playing a number game when she sent me all those ones and zeros

Fat Toni: "Mike... I don't like mike... Is it ok if I call you Donnie?"

Mike: "Please call me by my name, sir."

Fat Toni: "Then it's settled. Your now Donnie... Donnie Dwayne!"

Donnie: (small and powerless) "ok..."

Fat Toni: "So Donnie. I'm gonna ask you some questions and your gonna answer then a’ight?"

Donnie: "Sure, whatever."

Fat Toni: "What are your thoughts on crime??"

Donnie: "I've always hated crime. I don't want to establish myself in it in any way and it helps nobody in any way. Innocent people just get hurt."

(Fat Toni gives a disapproving 'hmm' and literally scribbles on his notepad)

Fat Toni: "Now for the second question; What's your weight and how much do you normally eat in a day?"

Donnie: "How does this have anything to do with my promotion?"

Fat Toni: "Trust me, it's very important."

Donnie: "Well I guess I'm more or less the average person for both of them."

Fat Toni: "So... 49,000 calories each day??"

Donnie: "what!? No! That's stupid!! It's like 2,000!"

Fat Toni: "TWO-THOUSAND!? WHAT KINDA SUPER FUCKIN DIET ARE YOU- *ahem* That's very, very low. I gotta say, Donnie, your not doing very well for yourself so far. But you can still make it back."

Donnie: "Ok, ok..."

Fat Toni: (Dark and slowly) "Now it's time for the third question..."

(features of Fat Toni's face are blackened and are very serious as he says this and Donnie is concerned)

Fat Toni: (All grim and dark features on Fat Toni's face quickly disappear as he says this) "Do you like burgers? I like burgers."

Donnie: "Oh- well I like a good burger. They're actually pretty good."

Fat Toni: "I should probably tell you the truth... You know the gangstars?"

Donnie: "Umm no..."

Fat Toni: "Oh c'mon you gadda know them... Ya know... Biggest gang in the worldiverse?? Startin' gang wars here and there? You've probably heard of the but don't remember"

Donnie: "Ohhhhh those guys are JOKES!"

Fat Toni: "Ah c’mon, they're not that bad..."

Donnie: "I mean, they were the first and only gang to ever have their heist thwarted by an old lady"

Fat Toni: "Well- uuhh- I'm pretty sure they felt bad for the grandma and they didn't wanna hurt her..."

Donnie: "Dude, she was 96 and they had guns. She was only armed with a walking stick."

Fat Toni: "Pretty sure she was a martial artist."

Donnie: "What kind of martial artist is called Masel?"

Fat Toni: "UM only the most powerful ones. You know how martial arts gotta be, you can’t have your enemy suspect it. Pfft what do you know. Listen. I'm not your boss. My name is Fat Toni. I'm here to recruit you on the behalf of the Gangstars."

Donnie: "No."

Fat Toni: "Look Donnie, The gangstars need you. We're at a very bad state and this is the final straw for us. We need you."

Donnie: "No."

Fat Toni: "In this job, you were about to be promoted to CEO of the company. Would you rather be a CEO of Jimmyasssteak and get about 15 million a year, as tempting as it is, I think our offer will still win you over. By joining the gangstars, you get to risk your life, for scraps from heists!" (shows a picture of two happy people) "See, in the picture, you can see two of our happy members, enjoying the rough territory of wars."

Donnie: "Who even ARE they??"

Fat Toni: (Looks at the picture) "Ah. That's Tim and John. They didn't make the old lady attack. Don't ask. And I haven't even gotten to the good part! If you choose to join the gangstars, you get a chicken! On the house! With deals like that, SOMEONE'S gonna be making it through the winter!"

Donnie: "Well, I was GONNA say "no.", but I think the chicken part really changed my mind to... No.

Fat Toni: (pulls out gun to Donnie's face) (Aggressively) "It sure is a good thing that you're so excited to join the gangstars. You start..." (Looks at watch) "now!"

Donnie: "Of course. This is just great."

Fat Toni: (Holds up handcuffs) "you're gonna need to wear these..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Fat Toni and Donnie are walking on the pavement of a motorway. Occasionally, there's a car passing by. Most give an aggressive comment to them.)

Fat Toni: "Sorry we had to walk. We have a small unicycle back at the HQ... I totally forgot it though."

Donnie: "A unicycle? You can ride one?"

Fat Toni: "Yeah you should see us when we use it. We look like a fuckin' circus crew piled up on top of each other."

Donnie: "That's kinda st-"

(A car passes by, and says an aggressive comment."

Driver 1: "You fuckin' dumbass!!"

Fat Toni: "You too you piece a' shit!!"

Donnie: "What the fuck was that about?"

Fat Toni: "Well you're in the motorway. In these areas, it's home to some of the most aggressive drivers in the city. A word of advice, do NOT go through the motorway in a car. VERY few people ever see the end of the motorway. Don't worry about the comments though, asshole comments are like compliments here."

Donnie: "Oh. Well that's also stupid. What's the gangstars like??"

Fat Toni: "Oh they're great once you get to know them. But if you're gonna fit in, you're gonna wanna work on your gangstar voice. Try one now!!"

(Passing car)

Driver 2: "HEY!! I'm drivin' here!!"

Fat Toni: "yeah, I bet you are!!"

Donnie: "Well what do you want me to say??"

Fat Toni: "Ummm... say that the gangstars don't suck and that they're actually super cool."

Donnie: "Ok, that sounds like a fairly simple task." in gangstar voice) "The ganghhh-"

Fat Toni: "Go on, say it."

Donnie: (in gangstar voice) "The gagstars donn- donnut sss-" (out of gangstar voice) "nope. I can't do it. It's physically impossible They just suck that much."

Fat Toni: "Ok, imma let that pass, but don't say that any more. Look. We'll work on your gangstar voice later"

(Passing car)

Driver 3: "How's ur mom!?!?"

Donnie this time: "Much better than yours!!"

(Car stops in the distance for a moment and then starts reversing. Meanwhile, Fat Toni is in shock.)

Donnie: "Wait what's he doing?? Didn't I compliment him?"

Fat Toni: "Dammit Donnie!! YOU'RE OUTTA THE MOTORWAY ZONE!!"

(Camera shows the ground with half of donnie's front foot past a black and yellow tape on the ground)

Donnie: "Well how tf was I supposed to know that!?!?"

Fat Toni: "THERE'S A NEON ADHESIVE TAPE ON THE FLOOR AND ABOUT 50 SIGNS!! HOW COULD YA MISS IT!?"

Fat Toni: "Just let me handle this!"

(Fat Toni pulls out his gun and points it to the driver who is at this point already out of his car and is approaching them. Meanwhile, Donnie starts slowly making a getaway.)

Fat Toni: "Look sir, I'm sorry about this misunderstanding. My grandson over here."

Driver 3: "Idiot. You don't look anything like him. And the age gap is WAY too small for him to be your grandson."

Fat Toni: "Oh but he is my grandson. Tell 'I’m Donnie."

Donnie: "Huh? Oh- yeah, sure am."

Driver 3: "Well tell me something, then. Why is your grandson trying to run away?"

Fat Toni: "Are you serious?? That's like the oldest trick in the fuckin' book. Did you really think that was gonna work? Go on, Donnie, tell him how you're still here!"

Donnie: (slightly distant) "YEAH!! He's right!"

Fat Toni: "See what did I tell ya!?"

(Fat Toni looks back and sees Donnie running away)

Fat Toni: "SON OF A BITCH!! Uh... is that someone calling you a fucking dumb ass??"

Driver 3: "You're the fucking dumbass if you think I'm falling for that bu-"

(Fat Toni throws the gun in driver 3's face and starts running for donnie.)

Fat Toni: "Donnie? Donnie!! Don't worry. I think the guy's knocked out!! You can stop running now!"

Donnie: "You idiot! That's not why I'm running away! I need to go back to my LIFE! I can still get my promotion and forget all this EVER happened!!

Fat Toni: "But Donnie!! The chicken! It's still up for grabs!!"

Donnie: "You're fucking crazy!! Just leave!"

Fat Toni: "Slow down, Donnie, I'm fat!!"

(Donnie continues running while looking back at Toni who's stopped to catch his breath.)

Donnie: "hah haha AAHAHAHAH IT'S OVER! I'M FREE! OOP!

(Donnie runs into a tree and falls back onto the ground and goes unconscious. The camera shows Toni picking up Donnie and holding him over his shoulder and carries him off. The screen slowly fades.

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(Donnie wakes up in a small room on some hay, holding his head. The room looks old and floors and walls are made of wood. Donnie walks out of the room to another but this room looks normal and modern. Just regular but it's shit. In the room, Fat Toni stands alone in the room. He notices Donnie, starts walking towards him while talking.)

Fat Toni: "Hey Donnie, How did you enjoy our 17th century themed guest room?"

Donnie: "Well I feel like shit. I also smell like shit and I don't remember that before I hit my head."

Fat Toni: "Yeah... It's a pretty weird coincidence how the guest room does that to ya."

Fat Toni: "Listen Donnie, You're about to meet the other members of the gangstars. But, before you meet them and officially become a gangstar, you gadda sign this" (holds up a blank contract with only the signing area.) "so that if you bail, we can add shit in the blank and take you to court claiming shit you never agreed to! And if you don't officially join the gangstars, then we'll kill you. So... it's nothing important. You get it. Now sign it."

Donnie: "Welp. Doesn't look like I have that much choice... Uh... should i sign it as Donnie or should i use my actual name??"

Fat Toni: "Donnie will work just fine. I mean, I don't know how it not being your real name would affect how we can take you to court."

Donnie: "Oh I'm sure it doesn't. Real names are way overrated anyway"

(Donnie signs it as "Donnie")

Fat Toni: "Alright, this is the moment, as soon as you meet the rest of the gangstars, you'll officially be a gangstar. There's no going back from here."

Donnie: "Ummm I don't really need t-"

Fat Toni: (yelling upwards, cutting Donnie off) "GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE!!"

(Distant shuffling)

(the gangstars start walking in one by one)

Teef: (Talks in a shitty Italian accent) "What the fuck is it now?? If you've lost your cheeseburger again, we're NOT gonna help you this time"

Fat Toni: "Well actually I'll talk to you about that later buuut I called all your asses down here because I wanted to introduce the latest addition to the gangstars... Everyone meet Donnie!!"

Teef: "Oh, another one?? This is the fourth time this week. They keep dieing, dammit!"

Guiseppe: "Taglatelli!!"

Donnie: "Wait-- what's up with that guy, why did he just mention a delicious food that doesn't relate to context."

Fat Toni: "Ah, that, is guiseppe, he's got pure Italian blood, but we never really got to figuring out why exactly he doesn't talk proper Italian. His language is based mostly on Italian words that Americans know and love in their language likee... Ravioli, or pizza then there's also a sprinkle of random American words, but he CAN understand what you say. We came around to calling it retarded Italian. Oh yeah, he also makes a great ravioli."

Giuseppe: "Pizza ravioli Guiseppe (holds out hand) spaghetti"

Donnie: (shaking hand) "So is it like every word has a translation??"

Teef: "Nah it's really completely random. One ravioli could mean biscuits in one sentence but shit in another."

Fat Toni: "Yeah... Trust Teef's judgement when it comes to retarded Italian. He's the only one who understands retarded Italian."

Teef: "Welcome to the gangstars, if you need anything, just reach reach me, I probably got what you need."

Fat Toni: "Teef's our guy whenever we need something, if you need something done, just go to him!

Donnie: "yeah, sure, whatever, but why the fuck does he sound so weird??"

Fat Toni: "Well a couple years back his ass got into some deep shit and well... He knew some people who could fix it... let's just say long story short, according to the law he's related to guiseppe and is legally required to speak in a shitty Italian accent. It's a story for another time."

Guiseppe: "Spaghetti artichoke" (starts ruffling in pockets) "biscotti penne"

Teef: "Oh c'mon Guiseppe. You really gotta do that this time??"

Guiseppe: "broccoli."

Donnie: "Wait- What's happening?"

Teef: "He uh says you gotta do the ritual."

Donnie: "Oh for fucks sake what's it now?"

(Once guiseppe seems content with what he was searching for, he pulls out a live chicken and holds it in both hands and starts talking retarded Italian. What he's talking about isn't important.)

Guiseppe: "coffee ciabatta gelato..."

Donnie: "What the fuck!? Where the hell did he even fit that thing!?"

Fat Toni: "It doesn't matter, it's bad luck to question the ritual. It's a tradition that's been going through the gangstars for centuries now, your gonna have to accept the complimentary chicken."

Donnie: "What!? No! I'm not gonna accept this stupid chicken!"

(Guiseppe takes note of this and looks offended, but continues with the ritual.)

Teef: "You gotta take the complimentary chicken man. No excuses now, you're a gangstar."

Donnie: "What the hell even is this place!?"

(Guiseppe finishes speaking and goes down on one knee and holds the chicken above his head)

Donnie: "I'm not gonna take the chicken"

Teef: "You gotta take it man."

(Guiseppe starts to slowly push the chicken towards Donnie's face)

Fat Toni: "just take the damn chicken, just for a minute."

Donnie: "I can't, I'm allergic dammit!"

(Guiseppe slowly starts getting seriously pissed)

Teef: "Would you do it for a quarter?"

(Donnie shoots Teef an annoyed glance)

Teef: "He ain't buying, Toni."

Fat Toni: "Well raise!! We need him to take the chicken!"

Teef: "But I already offered a quarter!"

Fat Toni: "Whoa Teef, he's not worth our entire budget."

(Guiseppe slowly starts getting seriously pissed)

Fat Toni: "Donnie, I'm telling ya this as a warning, not advice; take the chicken."

Donnie: "Alright! I'll take the chicken!!"

(Donnie takes the chicken in a sudden movement, Guiseppe goes back to normal and walks out.)

Donnie: (throwing the chicken behind him followed by a squawk) "What a weird motherfucker..."

(Doogie walks through the door)

Teef: "Motherfucker..."

Doogie: "Reporting for business, boss!"

Fat Toni: "Ah come onn didn't I give you that calculus book!?"

Doogie: "That was a colouring book for kids."

Fat Toni: "And I did NOT think you'd finish it so damn fast"

Donnie: "Alright whose this dumbass?"

Doogie: "well my-"

Teef: "We'll do the talking, asshole."

Teef: "His name's Doogie; the smartass dumbass never really officially joined the gangstars, he just started coming here."

Fat Toni: "Physically, he's worse than useless, but he's a real smartass... Most of the time he's just annoying though. No matter what we do, we can't get rid of him.

Donnie: "Well why don't you just" (makes a slitting throat gesture)

Fat Toni: (excitedly) "Oh yeah, that reminds me, check this out"

(Fat Toni pulls a gun to Doogie's forehead between his glasses and shoots him without hesitation. When Doogie dies, he makes the most pathetic sound. Doogie's corpse slides a small distance so his head is under an object.)

Donnie: "What the hell did you just do!?You killed the weird kid!!"

Fat Toni: "What? you suggested that I kill him? Didn't he Teef?

Teef: "He did, and by laws of the gangstars, he'd be held responsible"

Donnie: "No! I was making a joke! I didn't want you to seriously kill him!!"

Doogie: (Weak and slowly) "Goooo..."

Donnie: "Wait- why did he just make a noise? What was that?"

Teef: "That. Is the reason why we could never get rid of him. I mean cmon did you really think we didn't try killing him? I mean just look at him."

(Doogie starts making a very slow rise)

Teef: "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I have something to get"

(Doogie starts talking while rising)

Doogie: "How many times do I have to tell you to not to do that guys? I know it's funny but it's annoying. You ruined my good glasses too..." (continues )

(Teef walks next to Doogie with a shovel and smashes him by the back of the head towards a wall. Doogie makes another one of his pathetic noises as he dies. His corpse slides towards a wall and and some sort of stacked tall object falls just right to cover his body from the viewpoint and from all characters in the area.)

Teef: "Welp, I think I took care of that."

Donnie: "So.... What!?"

Fat Toni: "To put it simply, it was by some really shitty fortune that the one useless pain in the ass is basically impossible to get rid of. We've never seem what happens when he's being reborn. The surrounding will just comically rearrange themselves through extremely unlikely processes to cover his corpse."

Teef: "The more you try to force seeing the regeneration process, the more destructive the events get so they'll force YOU not to see it. So uh try not to do that."

(Two semi-large guys walk into view next to Toni)

One of them: "Hey Toni. A word please"

Toni: "Oh, hey Donnie, meet these guys." (points to one of them) "This guy is Tommy de mato" (points to the other one) "and he's Danny 'D' Ruff."

Donnie: "Damn, those are some pretty stupid yet kinda catchy names."

Teef: "Yeaah... That was back when we were using the catchy name generator."

Fat Toni: "Ahh that was a good one... Anyway, they're mostly undercover or doing background work so you won't be seeing much of them."

(Fat Toni turns to Tommy and Danny and then back to the others)

Fat Toni: "Alright. I'll be back in a minute"

(Fat Toni walks a small distance with Tommy and Danny to talk.)

Fat Toni: "Alright so what's up guys?"

Danny 'D' Ruff: "We found a bank. This one's too easy."

Fat Toni: "How much they are we gonna get outta this heist??"

Tommy De Mato: "Well they don't got much money or gold or much of anything because they literally just opened but they got cookies; lots and lotsa cookies."

Fat Toni: (Stroking chin in deep thought) "How many cookies are we talking about here?"

Danny 'D' Ruff: "Get this; whenever you deposit or withdraw money from an account, they'll give out free cookies."

Fat Toni: "Holy shit that's a lot of cookies..."

Tommy De Mato: "Think about it man, this time in a few days, we'll be rolling in cookies beyond our wildest dreams and a small portion of money."

Fat Toni: "Dammit, we're doing it!!"

(Fat Toni rejoins the rest and Danny and Tommy leave.)

Donnie: "No the fuck I won't do it!"

Teef: (Offering a bloody bat to Donnie) "C'mon it's not that hard to just give him a whack to the head."

Doogie: "No, please don't. It hurts"

Donnie: "No!! It's psychotic!"

Fat Toni: "Don't worry, Teef. He's only finding it so difficult because he doesn't know him well enough."

Teef: (with a hint of hostility) "Just give it time."

Fat Toni: "Alright guys. We're gonna rob a bank."

Teef: "Sweeet. It's been way too long." (yells upwards) "HEY, GUISEPPE!! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE. WE'RE PULLING A HEIST!!"

Guiseppe: (muffled) "Taglatelli pastrami!? Fusili?"

Teef: "uhhh... Brocoli lasagna pizza"

Guiseppe: "Fusili!"

Teef: "He's in."

Donnie: "Yeeaah I don't know... Now we're breaking the law? This felt more like some creepy fanclub thing. I never really thought of doing illegal shit..."

Fat Toni: "Yea but that's only cause you don't know the stash we're gonna pull from this heist."

Donnie: "Fine. What is it??"

Fat Toni: "Cookies; lots 'n' lotsa cookies."

Donnie: "Yup... Just as incredibly stupid as I figured."

(Guiseppe joins the group)

Guiseppe: "Concerto."

Teef: "He says he's ready."

Fat Toni: "How about everyone else?"

(Camera scrolls to the side as everyone gives their answer)

Teef: "Yeah!"

Guiseppe: "Libretto" (yes)

Doogie: (excitedly but cut off) "Ye-!"

Fat Toni: (Excitedly) "You aren't coming!"

Doogie: "Awww..."

(Camera goes on to Donnie who has an exaggeratedly and comically pissed off face and his arms crossed and is hunched)

Donnie: (with a childlike misery) "No."

Fat Toni: (excitedly) "Doesn't matter!!"

(View goes back to Fat Toni.)

Fat Toni: (In a cool voice) "Well. Now that everyone's ready..." (pauses while putting on some of the stupidest glasses on the end of his nose and pushing the glasses up the bridge of his nose) "... Let's go rob a bank."

*** END OF EPISODE 1 ***

#gangstars #animation #script #screenplay #comedy #action #gang #gangs #funny #gangsters

[pucketknife-blog]

WE GOT HIM~ Finn&Puck [PG]

↪ TAGGING: Finn Hudson ( @infinnite ), Noah Puckerman ( @pucketknife ), Belinda the LNPC employee, Mr. P; ↪ LOCATION/TIME: The L. Naturae Protection Committee, New York City; January 25th; Thursday afternoon; ↪ SYNOPSIS: Finn and Puck go to the LNPC and find someone that can lead them to missing Common NYADA student Kurt Hummel. ↪ WARNINGS: none but Finn freaks out a bit idk if it can be considered a panic attack but just in case cw: panic attack

FINN 

Finn's leg was shaking as they sat down to be called up to the front. This place sucked. It reminded Finn of the DMV in Ohio, and in a small town where no one had anything except a desire to go fucking elsewhere, it was something awful. Finn kept on checking around if anyone could know of their intentions. He was absorbing the crowd's feelings like a sponge. It was dizzying. All this fear and anger was the nothing though to the helplessness. Finn tried not to block it out as he had done all the other times before. 2018 was a new Finn. He visualized opening his receptioners or whatever they were called and let the feelings flow into him. He was feeling dejected but through that dejection, Finn thought back that he had to keep going. He had to have hope and fight for those who needed to be fought for. The two people waiting next to Finn sat up straighter in their seats. Finn didn't notice that they were looking at each other with teary smiles. Finn turned his attention to Puck. "Dude, when's our number again?"

PUCK

He looked back at Finn trying not to roll his eyes. He was used to the Committee, but Finn wasn't, and his shaking leg what making him nervous. "Relax, we're up next. Just let me do the talking and, y'know.... act chill. Pretend you are on our side." By our side, he meant the Slayer's Guild. If Kurt was missing, then there had to be someone looking for him, and that was them. If there was no contract, then they would be able to confirm something else was going on in there, which was the whole point of the visit. A not-so-subtle beep rang over them and the number he was holding in his hand started glowing, making him stand up and straighten up his t-shirt as he walked up to one of the desks. "Afternoon there, miss. We're here to check on a contract for a missing LN that might have not been released yet? Would you be so kind to give us a hand?" he flashed her a charming smile as he leaned over the desk a bit -body language was everything.

FINN

Puck's chill was affecting his mood better and Finn was kinda grateful. Not that he'd tell Puck. Finn was still getting used to the telling everyone else he was feeling their emotions shit, and he didn't want Puck to not hang around him. "Uhm..." Finn made a face at Puck's request. Finn was a terrible liar. "I'll just uh, shut up, dude." Finn smiled as a nervous response when they were called up. Shit. It was showtime. Finn could feel that the woman was interested in what Puck had to say. It was better to let Puck lead this for now.

PUCK

The lady looked Puck up and down and gave him a courtesy smile. "Sure thing, darling," she said as she typed something into her computer. "Magical Identification Number and SGA ID, Please?" Puck recited the numbers and handed her a card with his Slaying data, his smile just as bright in the ID picture as the one he was flashing now. "What can I do for you, Mr. Puckerman?" she asked once she checked his data and handed back the card. "Well..." He eyed at her name tag, "Belinda -can I call you Belinda?" He didn't really wait for an answer before he kept up with the act. "See, we're not only Slayers, we're also NYADA Students, and we're trying to find a particular contract of someone in our class that's been apparently listed as missing. If he's missing, then there must be a capture order, right? See, we try our best to work in our free time, but it's better if we stay local, so we don't miss out on our classes. Can't say these big wave of LN disappearances haven't done wonders for our bank accounts, if you know what I mean," he tried to joke around, though Belinda didn't smile so much this time as her eyes went from Puck to her computer screen and back.

FINN

Belinda's mood shifted. A hint of annoyance was coursing through her and Finn felt something else there. It was as if she was tired of someone asking for Kurt again. Finn tried to focus that energy, wondering what it could have meant. The secretary sighed and told Puck flatly, "Mr. Puckerman, his items have been transferred. Not cleared." Finn didn't know what that meant and it must have shown on his face. Belinda sighed again. "They're sent to a different location, Slayers. That's all I can say." Finn sighed and crossed his arms, wanting to ask for more information when he felt a sudden chill down his spine. It was a strange feeling. A mood that was uniquely cold and fucking predatory. Finn tried to send it away but it was so damn persistent. Finn leaned on Puck for support.

PUCK

Puck's smile widened. "Whose Items, Belinda? I haven't given you a name yet..." She had made a mistake, and he had caught her. "How can you know which student I'm talking about without a name, Belinda? Don't you think that's kind of curious? 'Cause I certainly do..." His smile didn't falter even for a second, but he didn't add anything else as he made eye contact with her, noticing the nervous tick in her left eye. "You see, usually when LN's are transferred, they are transferred by Slayers, am I not correct? So, can you at least give me the name of the Slayers who were in charge of transferring this student's belongings? I mean, the one you're thinking about whose name, again, I did not give you..." His brows furrowed a bit as he challenged her with a subtle glare, assuming Finn was leaning on him just to back him up in the staring contest he and Belinda were having.

FINN

Belinda sighed and said flatly, "Mr. Puckerman, the gentleman before you was also a NYADA student and this office has been extremely busy this entire week. You are looking for Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, the changeling." Finn felt another wave of cold callousness shooting into his skull. Belinda said, "And I've said it to another person, a blond witch, that this is all I am cleared to say on the level of my authorization. That is all. If you continue to push me, I have been given orders to send a complaint to the SGA. NEXT." She shooed off Puck and Finn.

Finn was having trouble standing on his feet and grabbed onto Puck's shirt. "Dude, someone here." Finn strained to speak. He fisted his hair as he scanned around and that's when he was able to narrow the feeling down to one dude. It was a blond man with a long face wearing a city slicker suit with white gloves. He smiled at Finn nicely when they caught each other's eyes but Finn felt a dark excitement emanating from the man. Finn was never so certain about it and his feelings began to leach out. "Dude. Dude. Fuck. Puck, that's the guy." Finn muttered, scared but also angry. "He took Kurt!" Finn couldn't say more. The suited man checked his watch and zipped into a portal.

PUCK

His smile fell and his subtle expressions soon shifted to an annoyed and menacing grimace. "You know what, Belinda? I thought we had a connection here," he protested leaning closer. "I'm just trying to work, just the same as you-" He was soon cut off by Finn pulling at his shirt, and he suddenly forgot about Belinda and Kurt as he turned around and realized Finn was looking pale, grabbing onto his friend's shoulders. "Yo, you okay, bro? Wanna seat down or something, what's going on?" He guided him out of Belinda's booth, a worried look on his eyes as Finn fumbled with his words. "What guy?" He said lowering his voice, "What are you talking about, how- ?" His gaze followed Finn's, finding the blonde man with the white gloves just before he entered the portal. "Dude, what the hell?" he asked then turning to face Finn, one hand on either of his shoulders, "Who is he? What do you mean, ‘he took Kurt’?" His brow raised with curiosity.

FINN

Finn couldn't explain it full to Puck but he grabbed at his friend's arm and ran to the Portal where the man went through.They exited out to New York City. Finn looked back and there was nothing. Shit. One way portal. "Dude." Finn panted. "That's the guy. I gotta... tell Matt. You gotta believe me, that's the guy. He was giving off a real mean vibe, Puck. I felt it, he was happy when he overheard Belinda rejecting us about Kurt's information." His heartbeat was pounding so damn fast Finn felt like it would fall off. He was looking around for any other glimpse. That mood was so precisely that man that Finn couldn't detect it around. It was just the regular moods of busy and annoyed business people on the move.

PUCK

"What are you- ?!" He tried to protest, but Finn was quite strong and he was taken by surprise as he pulled at him. Next thing he knew, he was standing in some streets in NYC, but he was more worried about Finn freaking out than anything else. "Dude, chill, I believe ya, just... breathe or whatever." He wanted to ask what Finn meant when he said he felt him being happy, but he thought it was probably not the best time. He put Finn's arm around his shoulders and guided him to a nearby hot-dog stand, sitting him down on a bench and getting him a soda, urging him to take a sip as he tried to find the man with the white gloves around the crowded street. "Alright, you just chill, you can text Matt later and let him know." He took a seat next to his roommate and patted his shoulder as he gave him a small smile. "Yo, if you're right, then we got our first lead. All we gotta do now is follow up on it. We're good. We got him. We're gonna find Kurt. It’s gonna be alright."

#Infinnite #paras #para: finn #para: we got him #mission: save kurt #panic attack cw

[sugaskoookies]

I Got a Bad Case of Lovin’ You Chap. 2

Taegi Doctor!Au

Pairing: Taegi, side jikook and namjin unrequited!Sope

Fluff and Mild angst

Yoongi and Hoseok are childhood friends who have a small studio together where they produce music and Hobi can choreograph dances. An accident occurred when Hobi kicked Yoongi while dancing sending him tumbling and causing Suga to get a mild concussion. Now tired and in pain Yoongi meets a very charismatic doctor that’s here to help him feel better maybe in more ways than one? With blossoming relationships, odd sex advice and miscommunication between longtime friends Yoongi find’s himself falling for the smooth talking beloved Dr. Kim Taehyung. (I might change the title!!!)

~

It had been one of the longest weeks in Yoongi’s life, he was certain if it hadn’t been for the entertainment of Hoseok and Jungkook he would have gone mad. With limited time in his studio and doing pretty much anything else, Hoseok making sure of it. Not that he wasn’t grateful he had such a caring friend like Hobi. Just that sometimes the boy could get a little carried away. But he had a big heart, Yoongi could be an asshole, but not so much that he was going to say anything to his best friend.

It was saturday morning and Jungkook was relaying the details of his date with that hot nurse.

“I swear he’s an actual fucking angel! I’ve never seen someone so beautiful before, like god was like hey let's give this kid a break and they sent jimin!” They were all on Yoongi’s bed while Jungkook was stalking jimin’s facebook. Hoseok by his side having to nod, as much as they’ve been hearing about this boy he couldn’t deny that Jimin was definitely a looker. “Yeah yeah yeah, so what happened on this date?” Suga sat up slowly leaning his chin on Hobi’s shoulder. Hoseok’s immediate reflex was to bring his hand up and pet the side of Yoongi’s head.

“Okay so I take him to this restaurant that’s way to pricey, cause you know he seems like the type to want nothing less than high class.”

“I didn’t get that vibe, but go on?” Yoongi rolled his eyes before allowing him to continue.

“So we get there he’s dressed fucking HOT by the way pants that look they were made for his thighs and ass. I made him laugh, he’s got the cutest laugh by the way. So after dinner everything seemed to be going well. We made that small talk that everyone usually hates when you’re on a date, but with him it seemed so natural. Like I didn’t have to force it, we ended up staying till the restaurant was closing.”

“Shit.” Yoongi muttered Hobi nodded in agreement.

“He told me all about his family and how he really loved this job. He was scared in the beginning he wasn’t doing enough, but came to find out he liked being a buffer for little kids while doctors gave shots to kids. He apparently loves kids, like I said an actual fucking angel. So after everything I drove him back to his place and we kissed for like a good solid minute I wanted to go upstairs, but he seemed tired so I asked for a second date and he agreed.”

The two older boys really had no words, this wasn’t the first time Jungkook had come home with an fascinating date story, but this was the first time he seemed smitten enough to not try and sleep on the first date and ask for a second. Not that their little “Playboy” was that type of boy usually. Jungkook could be chalked up to all talk.

“Second date, well gotta hand it to ya kookie, didn’t think he would have made it through the first one with you.” Hoseok burst into a fit of laughter at his own remark. Jungkook shoving him back dislodging Yoongi from his comfortable position.

The two wrestled for a bit before becoming out of breath, the subject changing as Jungkook mentioned he was hungry, the three then sat decided what to eat for dinner.

-

The weekend was here then gone as it was already tuesday and time for Yoongi’s checkup with Dr. Kim. His palms becoming a bit sweaty and clammy the car ride over. He in his mind was chalking it up to being worried about what the doctor would say and you know not the fact that his doctor was hot as shit and had touch that could make Yoongi’s knees go weak.

Jungkook offering to take him simply because he was going to try and talk to Jimin. Hoseok was supposed to take him, but at the last minuet had caved and let the boy take Yoongi.

Checking in at the front desk this part of the hospital a bit smaller, having coming in through the ER wing the first time. This side seemed more family friendly and less hectic. Jungkooks leg bouncing uncontrollably not helping Yoongi’s anxiety he sent the boy off to wander around in hopes to find his crush.

Five more minutes passed and he was being called back, his gut dropping slightly but the hell he was letting any of his emotions show. Being seated in one of those uncomfortable rooms that smelled like disinfectant. Where the “bed” had that annoying crinkly paper he opted to sit in the chair by the wall for now. This nurse not the same from before talking his blood pressure.

Then left along once more to wait, god he hated waiting in this sterile nightmare. His thoughts running around in his head. Wondering what the doctor would about his condition, why he was so nervous to see said doctor again. It’s not as if he was one to develop crushes so easily. He wasn’t like Hobi or Jungkook who could become enthralled by just a cute smile and soft face, or so he thought.

He had been so distracted by his inner monologue of get your shit together Yoongi that he barely heard the door open. In walked his doctor still looking handsome as ever. Today his glasses instead of being perched on his nose they were in his coat pocket. The shirt he was wearing under said coat was just the right amount of tight and was such a nice color complimenting his tan skin. The tie, Yoongi having to double take, he knew for a fact was gucci. So not only was his doctor hot he had classy taste. Only making him seem even further out of Yoongi’s league.

“Well hello there Mr. Min and how have you been feeling? Get enough rest I would hope.” Flashing that smile that made Yoongi feel like he wasn’t so much of a cold hearted dick. Not that he had been thinking about that smile all week or anything.

“I’ve been okay, my friend has been helping out and made sure I did get rest.” He replied in that uninterested front he put on.

“That is certainly good to hear.” Taehyung stood pulling on one glove this time. “I'm just going to take a look at the lump on Yoongi’s head. “It seems like this has had significant healing. It almost seemed like you had a whole golf ball up under you cranium here.” He spoke in a joking manner. With Taehyung feeling around the touch sent shivers down Yoongi’s spine. The hairs on the back of his neck standing. He was sensitive to anyone really touching his hair. Remembering the first time Hobi had done it simply out of affection. Yoongi had made an embarrassing noise causing him to blush from his neck to the tips of his ears.

Hoseok biting back his shit eating grin he swore he wouldn’t tell anyone about that moment. But with the new knowledge of one of Yoongi’s weaknesses embedded in his mind, his other weakness being lamb skewers. The closer they had gotten and the more comfortable they had become with each other Yoongi became more accustomed to Hoseok’s touch even sometimes looking forward to it on particularly stressful days.

“Sorry am I hurting you?” Taehyung asked pulling away he looked Yoongi in the eyes. “Ah..uh no sorry I just got a chill is all.” He admitted his pale skin doing him no favors in helping hide his slight blush. The doctor close enough he could inhale his good ass cologne. He almost felt his eyes roll back into his head Yoongi really needed to get his shit together.

“Okay, just making sure, I was worried if it was still sensitive I was going to worry. Now I do want to run those tests again just to be safe.” Tae spoke after pulling out his light pen asking Yoongi to follow his finger. Making a satisfied sound he looked at Yoongi for his confirmation. “Oh yeah, that’s fine.” He said averting his eyes, not being able to look at the man in the eyes long enough otherwise Yoongi was sure he would start to feel hot and fidgety under his gaze.

-

The test taking just as long as before during one of them he had asked to use the bathroom. The nurse nodded not minding and pointing in the direction of the bathroom. Walking by the secretary station he spotted the familiar face of Jimin, wondering offhandedly if Jungkook had talked to him, looking rather done talking to a doctor. He from what Yoongi could hear was making bad puns and Jimin was softly pleading the doctor to stop. “No offence Dr. Kim, but these jokes aren’t any better than the once from yesterday.” Jimin snickered.

Dr. Kim?? Yoongi almost halted in his steps glancing over to the two he saw a ring on the doctor's finger and his face immediately went hot. Walking faster in his quest to find the bathroom. Of course his hot doctor would be married and to another smart good looking man! He face palmed after closing the bathroom door, splashing some water on his face after doing his business he took a breath before walking back out.

This time getting recognized by Jimin the nice boy said hello and asked how he was feeling. The other Dr. Kim standing there looking over a file. Yoongi could see the first name Seokjin on his name tag.

“I hope you are doing well, I suspect you heard Dr. Kim’s awful joke?” He nodded his head in Jin’s direction. The doctor coming up to defend himself, “Excuse me Nurse Park! The kids happen to love my jokes so It doesn’t matter what you think really!” He looked confident with his clap back. Jimin smiling as he shook his head scrunching his nose.

“Ah there you are~” Yoongi heard the familiar voice of Taehyung he spun around to see the doctor looking relieved to have found him. “I was starting to worry if you were alright or got lost.” He chuckled. “Sorry, Dr. Kim I stopped him to ask how he was feeling.” Jimin apologized for holding up his seniors patient. “That’s alright Jimin.” Taehyung smiled sweetly at the nurse. God could he not be charming for five seconds Yoongi thought.

“I see though he’s gotten a chance to meet Dr. Kim as well.” Tae made an interested face. Great Yoongi thinks his assumption was going to be confirmed, but now that Taehyung was standing here with them and his eyes flickered to his doctors hand. There seemed to be a lack of a ring, how had he not looked before when they were running tests.

“We aren’t related, Me and Dr. Kim simply have the same last name. I'm rather glad for that seeing as how I wouldn't be able to put up with his god awful puns in my home life for long.” Taehyung laughed Jimin joining as well. Seokjin looking all shades of fake offended. “You keep talking like that and see if me and Namjoon will invite you over anymore? Then you really won’t a decent meal without my cooking Tae.” Jin rose a brow seemingly having hit a nerve, as Tae and Jimin ceased their giggles.

Holding up his hands in surrender, “I fold, I don’t think I could stand not having your dinner.” Turning to Yoongi, Tae goes on to say. “Dr. Kim has amazing cooking skills, his husband is honestly lucky to have him. Poor man I know can’t cook to save his life either.”

Jimin and Jin nodded in agreement, “My poor Namjoon really I don’t know what that man would do without me.” Jin sighed.

After wrapping up their little conversation, Yoongi’s slight anxiety about Tae being married was quickly thwarted also coming to find that yes indeed Dr. Seokjin’s puns were pretty bad. With the fact that Tae was now confirmed single or so Yoongi was hoping he was becoming anxious all over again. The check up was over with and then Tae said he wanted to see him once more in another week, giving Yoongi his card with his emergency number in case anything were to happen with in that time. Even if Tae was in high hopes that Yoongi was now almost fully healed he didn’t like taking risks with his patients he said.

Rubbing Yoongi’s upper arm the boy really wondering if it was just him or was the room hot having been feeling warm during the rest of the tests. Nodding he took the card from his doctor, pocketing it gingerly.

Once again walking Yoongi out Tae’s hand on the small of his back he was grateful for the small bracing cause his legs were starting to feel a bit weak. In the waiting area Jungkook was a smiling blushing mess talking with Jimin. Guess he had found him after all.

Jimin giggling at something, covering his mouth as not to disturb the other people in the waiting area. Yoongi narrowed his eyes at his younger friend, feeling slightly jealous of his cutesy interactions. Jungkook spotting Yoongi and noting the stare he cleared his throat, he begrudgingly said goodbye to Jimin. Suga having to drag him away, jungkook waving till Jimin was no longer in sight.

Jungkook giving a find sigh Yoongi didn’t hold back his gagging noise, “Oh shut it, you’re just jealous cause you aren’t getting any.”

“You aren’t either!” The older boy retorted, “Whatever, you’re still just jealous.” Starting the car Jungkook drove back to Yoongi’s place. Humming along happily to all the songs playing on the radio.

-

Once home Hoseok wasn’t there yet probably still in the studio perfecting some choreography, Yoongi swore one of these days Hobi was going to push himself too hard.

Texting his best friend he was home he wasn’t expecting a response so fast assuming he had been practicing.

Yourhope: I'm on my way :)) just picking up some dinner for us is Kookie there too?

SugaSuga: Yes the brat is here where else would he be if not annoying me

Yourhope: Ah don’t be mean Suga you know you enjoy his company

SugaSuga: mm suuuree

Hoseok responding once more with a bunch of smiling crying emojis, Yoongi let out a short exhale through his nose before pocketing his phone.

14 minutes later Hoseok was walking through the door with food for the three of them. Once fed and caught up on his results Hobi was feeling better about his friend's condition. Even now still feeling guilty about it all. Jungkook then going on about his conversation with Jimin and how he told Jungkook how Yoongi met Dr. Seokjin, “The dude seems so lame, but apparently he can cook so he’s got on up and all of us, plus he’s married.” Yoongi added.

“How do you know that?” Hobi asked cleaning up his dishes. “The doctor I have has the same name as this Dr. Seokjin plus he had a ring I thought he was married to my doctor for a second., but Taehyung said it was just coincidence.” Yoongi hummed sipping his drink.

“Taehyung? Didn’t know you were on a first name basis?” Jungkook jabbed. “We aren’t.” Yoongi quickly cut in. “It’s just his name and it's easier saying his first name then saying Dr. Kim and Dr. Kim.” The blonde adding to his explanation. Jungkook backed off not wanting to get his senior riled Suga was already scary in general he never wanted to see what would happen if he did get his ass chewed out.

Eventually Jungkook took off back to his and Hoseok’s shared apartment above the studio. It had been a comfortable silence between he and Hobi as they watched some Kdrama playing. He vaguely recognized it as the one Jungkook was getting into at the ER. Speaking up because he felt if he didn’t start talking about this sudden infatuation on his doctor he was going to burst.

“I think I have a crush on this Taehyung guy...” He spoke just loud enough for Hoseok to hear.

His friend whipping his head to look at him Yoongi felt like he might regret speaking at all. “What?” Hobi raised a brow turning his body towards suga. “Uh yeah..I think he’s like really cute or some shit. I dunno..”

Hoseok had a look on his face Yoongi couldn’t really place, but before he could examine it further Hobi erupted into laughter. “Seriously? My cold hearted Suga is suddenly feeling something?”

Yoongi leaned over and punched the boy’s arm, “Don’t make me regret even saying anything asshole.” He muttered feeling the tips of his ears becoming hot. “Sorry! Sorry!” Hobi’s laughter subsided and he caught his breath. “I just didn’t expect this I guess. The guy is okay in the looks department.” Hoseok shrugged. He’s fucking 10 in the looks department Yoongi wanted to add.

Raising a brow when he noticed the flush in Yoongi’s cheeks, Hoseok’s joking attitude seemed to slowly subside. “So uh..how long has this even been a thing?”

Shrugging, Yoongi forgot be brought this up much he hated talking about feelings. “I dunno, I thought he was hot the first time I saw him and thought maybe I was just being thirsty or some shit, but seeing again I felt all weird and like my legs were gonna give out if he touched me on my back one more time.”

Cursing under his breath Hoseok really didn’t know how to respond to this and Yoongi felt the weird vibe that had settled in between he and his best friend. Of course it didn’t seem like anything was wrong as Hobi’s face had one of those sun soaked smiled of his. “Well are you gonna go for it?” He asked settling himself into a different sitting position.

“I dunno? Isn’t there some sort of thing where doctors can’t date their patient's thing?” Pulling his knees up to his chest the more he was thinking about this out loud the more unsure he was becoming by the second.

“I think so?” Hobi shrugged. “Are you going to see him again?”

“Uh yeah he wants to see me again in another week. I guess that gives me time to stop acting like a little bitch and see if I actually wanna ask this guy out.”

Chortling Hoseok nodded, “I guess that does..”

It almost seemed like the conversation had died between them at that odd awkward tension had dissipated. Yawning Hobi stood to stretch out his back. Well I should uh get going it’s getting kinda late and I have a class tomorrow and I wanna head in the morning to tweak some things with the choreography.” Standing to walk Hoseok out Yoongi nodded feeling a bit drained as well. “I’ll see you tomorrow okay, I asked my doctor if I could start heading back to work and he said I could, but I can’t stay too long.”

“Oh?” Hobi perked up, having missed having his friend around to go over some lyrics and having his blunt opinions on certain dance moves. “Great! I’ll drive you home before the class, if you want?”

“Sure that sounds cool.” Yoongi smiled at his friend actually looking forward to actually going to work.

Saying their goodbyes and switching off the tv, the boy crawled into bed and contemplated the way Hoseok had been acting. Shrugging it off of course Suga would always give him the benefit of the doubt. He was his best friend so he was probably just looking out for him. Closing his eyes it didn’t take long for him to fall into a deep sleep. Dreaming of a certain unearthly like beauty named Kim Taehyung.

#taegi #taegi fanfic #bts #bts fanfic #suga/v #suga #v #min yoongi #kim taehyung #HOPEE YA:ll like this one!!! #also if anyone has any thoughts on the writing pls feel free to tell me #this is only like the third time im posting a work of min #mine*

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BLACK ON WHITE ON FIRE by jacktrippers.

Rating: R.  Graphic descriptions of police brutality and racial slurs.  You’ve been warned, if I get an anon calling me a racist, my fist will magically come through their computer screen and punch them in the face. Special Notes:  Today (August 6th) America dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima, 71 years ago.  Then three days later, we dropped another on Nagasaki.  The result is Japan’s unconditional surrender in WWII and the death of hundreds of thousands of innocent people.  It’s a devastating time in the history of Japan and a shameful one for America.  I did not write this story in honor of the event, it’s simply a coincidence I’ve written it on the same day we dropped the first bomb.   Appreciations: Dedicated to @settle-down-frohike, for giving me a reason to finally write an Aquarius fic.  And @frangipanidownunder for being a great editor. Summary:  In 1947, a rookie Sam Hodiak has his first day on the beat in a black neighborhood in Los Angeles.  The events will shape him as an officer forever.

Summer, 1947.

His clothes are neatly pressed. Sharp and clean. Each button is even and every patch is perfect. As he slips his hat onto his head, he feels good. He's let his hair grow out since returning from the war but with his new blues, he's wondering if he should go back to the buzz. He wonders if it will make him feel more powerful then he already feels.

He brushes his shoulder, straightens his collar once more and turns from the mirror. He closes his lock and reads this name on the makeshift label: S. HODIAK.

His fingers touch it briefly. It feels right. He's found a place he belongs. After the Pacific, he didn't think he'd ever find a place again—it turns out, despite what people told him before he was shipped out, you never really can go home again. A foxhole was the only home he'd thought he'd ever know. Maybe, he thinks, he was wrong.

"Hodiak! Where's Hodiak!?"

He's out of the locker room and into the bullpen in a blink. There's movement around him but it's not frantic. The cops here, they take their time even in a big city like L.A. They're in no rush even when the phone calls come in. A secretary moves past him and smiles—she's not a cop, she just brings the coffee. She's hoping he's single, he knows, and she's hoping she'll find a husband among the men in blue. Opal has wanted to marry him for a long time, but he's not sure he can. She wanted to marry him before he left for Japan but he'd convinced her against it: he might not be back. She shouldn't be a widow so young, no woman should and too many were already.

The man calling him is an older cop, standing by the chief's door. He's not the chief, though. Sam hurries over and when he gets to him, he's proud of himself for not saluting, for simply standing squared and ready.

"You Hodiak?" He's got to be near fifty, grizzled with time and wear.

"Yes, sir," Sam replies.

"Chief says you're comin' with me. First day on the beat?"

"Yes, sir," Sam says again.

"Don't call me 'sir', son. Call me Talbert," he says this as he taps the name sewn into his shirt. Officer R. Talbert.

"Right, si—Talbert."

"And you'll call me 'chief'," Chief Ewell O'Neill comes out of his office and addresses only Talbert. Sam hasn't earned his place yet. "Talbert, you're taking Hodiak down Southend today. Been getting a lot of calls, just go keep the peace."

"They're acting up again?" Talbert asks, "Niggers always have a problem with something. We're not here to flatfoot around on their bull."

"Just go make your presence known, that'll keep them quiet," Chief O'Neill says. The chief glances at Sam, "Keep your head on your shoulders out there, Hodiak."

On their way to a neighborhood the guys in the precinct call "Negroville", Talbert hasn't stopped talking. It's not that bad, Sam decides. It gives him time to study the streets as they drive.

"You serve in the war, son?" Talbert asks him. The way Talbert eyes him, glancing between him and the road, tells Sam there is a certain answer he wants and if he doesn't get it, he'll be upset.

"I did, sir. I was in the Army, in—"

"Good for you, son, good for you. You're a hero, kid, don't you forget it. I was too old to go myself but let me tell you, there was nothing I wanted more than to be over there. Kill another Kraut—killed my fair share the first time we went to tumble with those bastards. Was proud to do so, would do it again. You fight the Germans or the Japs?"

"I was stationed in Japan."

"Good for you, good for you,. Ya' know, say what you want about the Germans but they're not bad people all-in-all. Workers, they are. The gooks, well…" Talbert started to laugh as he turned the car down a narrow street, "Let's just say, ain't nobody hurt by one less gook in the world. We showed them, huh? Fat Man and Little Boy did a fine job of that."

Sam forces himself to smile. Hundreds of thousands of people. Gone in an instant. Vaporized. Like dust. The ones who lingered, the ones who held on… they were the unlucky ones. In the silence, Sam winces as he remembers the bayonet that tore through him. He remembers the pain, feeling his insides ripped out—he was sure, lying on the swampy land, that he would look down and see his innards hanging out. As he remembers, his fingers tighten on the knee of his pants, gripping the fabric in a small clutch. His mouth is dry and he wets his lips. Then he remembers the feeling of victory when he got that Jap back. He lets those memories wash over him and replace the phantom pains. His fingers loosen and the tension of his back eases. Victory. That's what fills him now. It gives him enough courage to respond,

"Nips."

"What?" Talbert asks.

"The Japs aren't gooks," Sam clarifies, "They're nips. The Southeast Asians are the gooks. The Chinese, they're the chinks and the Japanese—"

"Are the nips," Talbert catches on, laughing. He fixes his had with one hand, "That's good, Hodiak. That's real good. I like that. We got plenty of 'em here in California. Japs, I mean. Not too many in L.A. They're all in San Fran, it seems. Good riddance. Here in LA, we gotta' 'nother type of beast to wrangle."

Sam relaxes against the seat of the squad car, feeling accomplished. He removes his cap and rests it in his lap, running his fingers through his hair. Before long, Talbert's ribbing him about the length and Sam's joking back. He's wondering how serious Talbert is, though and if he really should cut it like he considered earlier.

Sam sees similar scenes on the streets they drive. There is a lovely white woman walking with her child along the sidewalk. She smiles at people she passes. They're headed to the corner market, no doubt, to pick up the groceries she needs for dinner. Further down the road, there's a young man working on his car. An equally young girl is watching him and she claps every time he accomplishes something else on the automobile. When they pass the market, the grocer is sweeping the steps and he waves to the officers as they drive by. They wave back.

They turn a corner and Sam notices there's not much to see. The street acts like a barrier and the next time they see a person, it's a black man who ducks into an alley as they draw near. Sam watches the way Talbert eyes the man but keeps driving. The sidewalks are cracked here and damaged beyond repair in places so the people walk along the street instead. A black boy and girl are playing, kicking an empty soup can between them. They're so young and Sam's wondering why they're alone. The boy kicks the can so hard it rolls away from the girl and into a gutter, which is so clogged with trash that it's easy for them to get. No one on the street will make eye contact with the officers.

Sam senses they aren't here to protect these people, just to remind them to behave.

Talbert's fingers drum the steering wheel. He's itching for something to go down. They're quiet as they drive.

"Stop! Stop!"

There's a middle aged black woman coming at them now. She's run out of a grubby apartment building on the corner. She's dressed in a nightgown that covers her arms and there's slippers on her feet. Her frizzy hair is covered in a bandana and she's screaming, "He's gonna' kill her! Stop! Please, stop!"

"What now? Always something…" Talbert grinds his teeth. He doesn't even slow down the car until the woman throws herself in front of it, banging on the hood. There's a boy behind her, about 14 or 15, who's followed her out of the building.

"Goddammit!" Talbert yells and stops the car, pulling the key out with a yank of frustration. Talbert gets out and Sam follows. The woman is frantic.

"Get your hands off the car!" Talbert's shouting over her.

"He's gonna' kill her! He's upstairs, he's upstairs!"

"Enough! Enough!" Tablert commands. Sam can see he's put his hand on his nightstick and, taking his cue, Sam does the same, "You get a hold of yourself right now, you hear me?" "You have to go upstairs! He's gonna' kill her!"

Sam can see she's terrified. There's panic on her features but it doesn't seem to make Talbert sympathetic. Talbert's fingers are twsiting around the handle of his baton and his jaw is tensing as the woman carries on.

"Stop shouting at me," he growls.

"YOU HAVE TO GO! GO UPSTAIRS! THERE AIN'T TIME!"

The woman bangs her hands on the hood of the car one more time.

Talbert grabs the woman's wrist and in an easy move, she's face down, yelping. Sam's still as it happens but the sudden movement startles him and he winces as Talbert forces her against the car harder.

"Get offa' my ma!" the young boy says, stepping foward with his thin chest out. It's pure instinct that makes Sam step foward too.

"You keep your mouth shut," Talbert says to him, and then to the woman, "Now, are you going to behave yourself? Are you going to stop?"

"Get off her!" the boy raises his voice as his mother flails. She's still talking about upstairs, upstairs, upstairs—and she wants them to go. He's upstairs. It's like only Sam can hear her. Talbert isn't listening and Sam is caught between instinct and duty. He's just a rookie, after all. With a swift move, Talbert manages to get his stick out of his belt with one hand, the other still holding down the woman.

Sam does the same but he feels uneasy it about it. His palms are sweaty. Talbert points the stick at the boy as he manhandles the mother.

"Are you going to start somethin'?" Talbert's asking the boy, "Are you going to start somethin'? Keep your goddamn mouth shut!"

"Why you fightin' us!? We didn't do nothin'! There'sa' girl upstairs gettin' beat! Go help her! Go help her!" the boy is getting just as upset watching his mother's treatment and Sam rolls the stick in his hands, chewing his bottom lip.

Talbert's ignoring the boy and he's shouting in the mother's ear, "Are you going to behave!?"

She calms, angry tears on her cheeks, and Talbert lifts her and throws her away from the car where she stumbles and falls into the street. There's a small crowd building and they're just as angry but they know better, they know better than to say anything. The boy goes to his mother.

"Now when you niggers learn to talk like civilized folk," Talbert's voice booms out, "Then maybe you'll get a little help with your problems."

Some of the people watching come forward to help the boy's mother. The boy lingers behind and Sam can see he's filled with such rage. He can see he wants to fight, he wants to defend his mother's humiliation.

"You dirty, white thug," the boy says quietly but he spits at Talbert. In a moment, Talbert's at the kid and his baton is coming down on his left arm with a punishing crack. The crowd begins to stir. The boy's screaming and his mother is screaming, trying to get at him. A few people hold her back. They know she'll just get the baton too.

It's not the first hit that makes Sam's stomach turn, it's the second one. The boy's already on the ground but Talbert takes another swing for good measure.

"Not so tough," he says to the boy, who's crying in agony now. Sam swallows hard. This is just a kid. Talbert's over him, baton braced ready to swing again, "You learn your lesson or do you need another?"

"No," the boy whispers, cradling his broken arm.

"I can't hear you. Do you need another lesson?"

"No, sir, don't," the boy lifts his good arm, as if trying to block an invisible blow.

"I didn't fight in France just to have some little nigger boy spit in my face," he puts one foot down on the kid's chest. Talbert points his baton at Sam, "You see him? That's an American hero. That man fought for this country, killin' Japs just for you, you ungrateful little shit. You show some respect or you'll get it again. Where were you while he was in the mud and the shit? Where were you, you little bastard?"

Sam knows where this kid was. He was kicking cans on a street corner. Just a little boy.

The way he looks at Sam, the tears running down his face… there's just as much hate there as there is for Talbert. Sam understands. The color of his skin, the color of his uniform, it makes him nothing but another Talbert.

"Now, you be a good boy and you apologize for the foul thing you said," Talbert demands. The boy hesitates so Talbert presses down harder with his boot. The boy's mother is still screaming at them and sobbing and the crowd is buzzing.

Through the pain and his gritted teeth, the boy says, "I'm… sorry…"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

"That's good," Talbert steps off him and casually slips the nightstick back into his belt.

When Talbert steps away, the folks holding the boy's mother release her and she runs to her son and cradles him, crying. Talbert, still on a high, addresses the crowd, "Now, you all go on. Go on, there's nothin' for you all to be starin' at."

He walks over to Sam and pats him on the shoulder, "Remember somethin', son, can't let these people push you around, 'cause believe me, they will. They'll try to get one up on you. You always gotta' be in control of the situation."

Sam nods. It's all he can think to do.

Talbert's heading back to the car when Sam finally speaks, "Should we check upstairs? For the girl?"

Talbert clicks his tongue, scratches his chin and fixes his hat before he speaks, "I suppose so. Alright, Hodiak, let's go check it out."

When they're up there, a woman points out which door they're supposed to go through. It's wide open and the small apartment inside has been completely destroyed in the signs of a fight.

The girl, the young woman, is already dead. She's been beaten beyond recognition. One of the neighbors says it was her husband. It's not the first time he's done this but it will certainly be her last. They also say that the woman stopped calling the cops a long time ago—they never come. Talbert tells the neighbor to get lost.

Sam stares down at the body. She's in a floral print dress that's been torn from her shoulders, revealing the plain fabric of her bra. Sam has the urge to reach down and cover her up, to brush the bloody matt her hair away from her swollen face, but just stands there.

Talbert glances at her, "Well, damn. Guess I'll have to all it in. Get someone to come pick her up."

"Do you want me to patrol the area?" Sam asks, relieved to not have to look at the girl on the floor anymore, "The fella couldn't have gotten far and we're bound to notice him. His knuckles must be in pretty bad shape, might even be covered in her blood."

"Nah," Talbert replies, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture, "You know how fast a negro can run? Just like that one, uh, what was his name? George Owens?"

"Jesse Owens," Sam says and the air rushes out of him. He looks down at the girl again. He thinks, just maybe, if they hadn't been outside, if they'd come up earlier, just maybe…

"Jesse Owen, that's it. Yeah, those SOBs run fast. I ain't gonna' waste time lookin' for him. He's gone. I'll call it in. I think I left the radio in the car."

Sam thinks, maybe, they could have saved her.

"Come on, son," Talbert says and he's already headed out the door, "We got work to do. Someone's gotta' keep the peace, right?"

On the way down the stairs, Talbert's talking about sports teams and upcoming games. When they're on the streets, the boy and his other are gone. Talbert remarks that he's glad no one was dumb enough to try to mess with their car. He calls them "hoodlums".

"You married, Hodiak?"

"Uh, no," Sam shakes his head as he gets into the passenger's seat and buckles himself in, "I got a girl but we're not married."

"Better do it quick, son. Good for a man to get a wife, good for a cop to have a family, if you know what I mean."

Sam did know what he meant. Married cops moved up faster. They had a family to support, didn't they? Maybe he'd marry Opal. Soon.

Talbert's calling in the dead girl on a big clunky radio that reminds Sam of his time in Japan. They wait int the car until the coroner comes. When she's bagged up and gone, they drive the streets of Southend some more.

He's realizing now that a war is coming. Another war. Maybe not today or tomorrow but one day, the spark will hit the slowly building powder keg and then there will be Hell. Black on white on fire. And who will the white folks have to blame then?

Sam can never be their friend, they'll never trust him. He's a white man and that's all he'll ever be. But he'll come back to this neighborhood, he'll come back to these people and he'll protect them like an officer should. Not because they are black but because that's his job. There is a truth to what Talbert told him. He always has to remain in control.

Sam sucks in a deep breath. They'd won the last war with two atomic bombs…. what will it take to win this one?

#i also stole this title from QL but idc it's a good one #Aquarius #Sam Hodiak #my stories