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danwylds · 4 years ago

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Right okay I never actually got myself to write this fic so have my notes for the fic except I haven’t read through them since June when I wrote them and I refuse to edit anything

Right is bakery au but not

Neil either turned down the offer of exy for the foxes or for coach whatever the fuck his name was

He got caught earlier tho which is . Unfortunate

Stuart still comes in

Maybe I’ll have him move back to Britain for a while? To avoid the moriyamas n stuff

He NEVER misses a match of the ravens/foxes tho

Which leads to him seeing the frankly sickening interview of Kevin and riko

Neil is like yo Stuart let me start smth

Stuart is like Neil the only reason you’d go back to the states right now is if you did smth that you could hide and you can’t do that for shit

So Neil is like yk what I’m gonna find a way bc I’m not letting this kid go through this (Andrews quite into this idea when it’s shared)

So he says yo. Stuart. Uncle. Sir. Let me open a bakery or something in the states

Stuart is like no you fucking idiot

And Neil is like but c o n s i d e r

You can get info or smth

Just have another business in the states yk

AND I’d get out of your hair

And Stuart is like hm okay but you’ve gotta live in a complex I choose for you

And Neil is all only if I can choose where it’s gonna be

It’s a deal

He (very obviously) chooses a place near palmetto

Stuart is tired but is like he’ll be under protection n shit so I guess??? And he’s not stupid enough to start something right. Right.

Wrong.

Anyways.

It’s a bakery that starts out kinda slow

But Neil finds he likes baking and Stuart pays for his nephew to have some sort of normal life so it doesn’t matter too much

Renee starts to frequent it

At first it’s to pick up sweets for Andrew

But eventually she starts bringing Allison on dates there bc they have a cute little seating area (figure where Seth fits in? I think he’ll survive?)

Uhhh what’s a timeline

I think this’ll be around the winter holidays (Jewish neil? Look into it)

So thanksgiving will have happened . I think Andrew agreed to go Not bc he particularly wanted to but bc he cares for Nicky and knows he’ll probably go anyways

Yeah so thanksgiving. h

Andrew JUST got off his drugs and he’s so damn protective of his own that he hardly even leaves their sides

Edens is a def no for em

Meanwhile Neil is tentative friends w Renee who has brought all the upperclassmen there a few times

Allison bullies him for his clothing but it’s okay he deserves it

Renee is sweet and stops em from doing anything too drastic which Neil appreciates

Matt,, my baby,, he’s so happy he just asks Neil about random stuff

Dan is sweet too!!

Seth kinda hates him but Neil hasn’t paid enough attention to return the favor

One day close to the winter banquet the upperclassmen are like yeah Neil we’re gonna go to this thing and it should be really fun!! Oh you know what? Our teammate Nicky needs a date and his cousin doesn’t really like anyone from his class and he’s super fucking crazy abt it so if that doesn’t deter you then you should totally join !

Neil is like oh chance to fuck up Riko? Absolutely I’ll go

ALLISON DRESSES HIM

HE LOOKS SO GOOD

when he and Allison emerge from the girls room Aaron is like Who is that

And Allison is “oh nickys date (:”

Andrew gets twitchy and holds a knife to her throat

Renee is like Andrew I stg get away from my gf and Seth is like manic pixie nightmare fuel I’m gonna beat the shit outta you

And Neil is just like same shit every day I guess

And he’s like so you’re Nicky then? COMPLETELY IGNORING YK. ALL THAT

Andrew is like “he is. Don’t touch him”

And Neil straight up says I don’t think you get to set boundaries for people, actually

And Neil has no idea what the effect is of that on Andrew but it’s enough to make him glare

Which is terrifying to everyone but Neil bc again. Dumbass

Anyways Neil very purposely hooks his arm through nickys and they head off to the bus

Dunno what happens there but I’ll figure it out

RIKOOO ROASTTT **AIRHORNNNNSSS**

It’s glorious

Kevin and riko are like who the FUCK are you

And Neil is all wouldn’t you like to know weather boy

They relocate and they’re all like . Ah. That’s why you and Renee get along

It’s kinda funny ngl

Andrew doesn’t think so but fuck him

I think that they head back to the bus when this shit I’d over and wymack is like excuse me what the fuck

And Aaron in german is like thank god he never joined the team bc I could not handle more of that

And Neil in German is like would you believe me I’d I told you I was almost signed

And Andrew is like I fucking Knew it I hate it here

N e ways things go back to normal for the most part

The upperclassmen still show up

Seth has a bit of grudging respect for him

It’s later that all the foxes are getting drunk from a lose that Renee calls him and is like Neil please can I usher them inside for a bit I think they need a place to chill so we don’t get yelled at for being too loud in the dorms

And Neil is like uhh sure why not

It turns out it was not just the upperclassmen

He gives them all water bottles and whatever and lets them lounge around

Gives em some food which they pay for w the coachs card

Uhhh idk time passes and some of the foxes pass out so neil is like y’all can chill in the break room? They have couches

He stays out there bc the bakery is still open

Andrew comes out like hey fuck you but also can I get more of those pastries

Idk I want them to be in love already

Uhh yeah I think they don’t say anything until

“what happened to your face”

“A truth for a truth?”

“If you must insist”

“Fine, my father tried to kill me”

Andrew raises his eyebrow but neils like bitch you said a truth for a truth it’s your turn now

Neil asks him why he wears arm bands

We get the whole knives and scars

They’re quiet again

I don’t know man let them be in love

Uhhh okay

I think Andrew will tell neil like

“[code]”

“Huh”

“That’s the code for the court, Kevin practices at night.”

Neil is like how would you know I’d enjoy playing exy? And andrew is like dipshit that’s how we met

I’m running out of ideas oh no

Maybe they play a couple of night game things

Exchange a few more truths

OHHH OKAY COOL SO THEN NEIL CAN GO TO EDENS W THEM THE WHOLE “DOESNT MEAN I WOULDNT BLOW YOU” THING CAN STILL HAPPEN

sick okay! They start dating but since Baltimore happened earlier they never actually come out to the rest of the team

I like to think when they play against the ravens again neils like haha babe you can have as many sweets as you want if you shut down the goal

Also Neil says it’s hot which is like a big thing to persuade Andrew but shhhhh

Yeah the foxes win they celebrate by getting drunk and they all show up at neils like hello again (:

Same thing happens but this time andrew and Neil are together and basically are doing nothing but making out

At least the store is closed

Nicky comes out and just YELLS

YALLLLLL COME LOOK @ THIS SHIT

Allison wins SO much money

Yeah idk how to end this but happily ever after :3

If you want me to turn this into a fic I will!

#aftg #andrew minyard #all for the game #neil josten #aaron minyard #kevin day #nicky hemmick #renee walker #idk i thought it was cute #i do really love this idea!#matt boyd #dan wilds #allison reynolds #seth gordon #if you know me irl do not interact #i cant handle the embarrassment #embarassment*

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shaekingshitup · 4 years ago

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MIRACLES HAPPEN

DAY ONE: TANGERINE

A/N: Y’ALL! I WAS DUPED! @teakturn puts out a 25 Days of Christmas every year and my dumbass said I would do it too. But I decided to add a little diversity to the culture and we’re doing a Chrismukkah adventure this year on this blog! This is picking up after this request that I got earlier this year. None of this shit is proofread because I am literally just writing by the seat of my pants so read at your own discretion. I will probably end up rewriting this entire mini series in the future. But enjoy it now. If you wanna be tagged, lmk! Also, I know that in In Sight I said there was a cure for COVID. Swap that out for a vaccine y’all. Viruses can’t be cured.

Word Count: 2300

DAY ONE: TANGERINE

December 18, 2022

“Baby you ready?!” Tre called into the house as reached into the basket on his way to the garage. He came up empty handed for the keys to his Lexus. Opening the door to the garage, he saw Sol sitting in the passenger seat of the running car.

Tre walked over to his baby as Sol smirked at him.

“You late again,” she said.

“I’m never late,” Tre said opening the door and climbing in, “You just early as always,” he shot back as he put the car in reverse. Sol playfully rolled her eyes. After two years of being together, this was always their running joke. The first time they’d met, she’d been pacing back and forth awaiting his arrival. Even after finding their own groove, she still found herself being the one waiting for him- but, he always made it worth it so it was hard for her to complain.

Tre pulled out of the driveway and clicked the remote to shut the door. Out of instinct, his hand went to Sol’s thigh when he put it in drive. “Did you grab my yarmulke?” Tre asked as he threw her a glance.

“Please don’t insult me. This ain’t my first feast Nemo.” the indignant manner which she spoke had her and Tre struggling to keep in their bouts of laughter. “Yes, baby. They’re in the backseat.”

“Good. Good. What’s the other name for them again?” Tre asked as he merged onto the nearly empty highway. A five a.m call time could be a blessing and a curse.

“Kippah” is the Hebrew word for the male cap and “kippot” is the Hebrew word for the female cap.” Sol answered on autopilot as she mused on their situation. She was still taken aback that they’d been contacted by Black Juice to begin with. She’d been following them ever since they’d done that feature with Drake talking about how his own Jewish faith influenced his career path. Although she wasn’t as active in her Jewish faith as she’d wished she’d been in recent years it was still a huge victory to be acknowledged by the leading Black Jewish media network. Okay so maybe they were the only Black Jewish media network. But that definitely meant they were in the lead! She wasn’t stupid to think that this kind of opportunity would have come without Trevante in her life. But, she wasn’t gonna knock it either.

This 8 Days of Miracles was the perfect task she needed as she figured out what the next step was for her career. Now that she’d finally finished her academic portion of her career she wasn’t sure how to proceed. So throwing herself into this project and hosting both her family and Tre’s for the holidays was the best distraction she could ask for. This time always gave her hope and made her realize that any kind of bullshit she’d put up with wasn’t in vain. It was her annual reset. New Year’s be damned. It also made her feel closer to her father and there wasn’t anyone in this world she’d loved more. At least that’s what she’d thought. She felt pressure on her thigh from the number one contender for her heart as Tre gave her a slight squeeze.

“What’s on ya mind Sunshine?” Sol looked down at his hand and couldn’t help but cheese. She still beamed every time he called her by that nickname.

“I was thinking about my dad and how proud he’d be to see me reppin his faith,” Sol said absentmindedly touching her necklace. Tre listened attentively as he grazed his thumb against her thigh in a gentle motion. “ I mean, I don’t know if he could have known that all of the years he instilled in us the value of miracles when we were children we’d still be celebrating Hanukkah after he was gone.”

“I’m sure he didn’t know.” Tre started out slowly. He honestly wasn’t even sure if she’d finished her thoughts, “But, he probably hoped you would.” The phone rang as they turned off the street and into the lot. “STEPH 👷🏿‍♀️💪🏿” flashed across the Caller ID on his dashboard. Tre clicked the answer button on his steering wheel as Sol handed him his badge to show to Nico, the Security Attendant.

“We’re at Security Steph,” Tre answered as he nodded at Nico.

“Okay good. I just wanted to make sure we were starting the day off on time.” Tre and Sol shared a glance.

“Woman don’t start with me. Call time is 5 and it’s 4:39. We don’t play that late shit over here and you know it.

“Well, I also grabbed your favorite donuts from Craft Services so no one else would steal them and I wanted to know how long I had to hoard them for your ungrateful self. I can put them back if you’d like sir,”

“Steph. You can ignore Tre.” Sol chimed in. “We appreciate you and will be walking in the door in exactly 2 minutes. Tre is parking as we speak. We’ll see you soon.”

“Tre, you lucky you have her. Keep her if you want to keep the best managent in town. Bye y’all!!” Steph sang as she hung up. Sol let out a cackle because Steph refused to be referred as anything other than a managent as Tre stood there dumbfounded at how he was being left out to dry. But he knew better than to go against two black women before he’d even finished his morning coffee. He just hopped out the whip and opened Sol’s door so she could do the same.

Once they’d gotten their morsels of food, gone through hair and makeup and snapped a few photos for Black Juice and their own social media accounts, they were back on the road headed deeper into LA. They had a cameraman in the backseat filming their every move, one car guided them to their location and another followed them as they maneuvered through the cars that were poppin up for their morning commutes. Sol was on her IG live and answering any questions that popped up about where they were headed and her Hanukkah festivities. She watched as the number quickly jumped from 5,000 viewers to 13,000 and counting. She wasn’t sure what this many people were doing up at this hour but she wasn’t complaining. Tre’s mama was of course one of them. He was a mama’s boy through and through and she was always there to support him at any opportunity she could. Sol made sure to greet her specifically. Tre bopped his head to some Jill Scott- being careful not to let his yarmulke fall. Sol sipped some hot cocoa from her thermos and sang off key with him. As soon as they turned on a residential street, she felt awash in a new warmth that the hot chocolate couldn’t touch. She shook Tre’s arm enthusiastically.

“It’s time!!” she beamed, “Are you ready?!” Tre chuckled at her immediate change in attitude. The car in front was already parked and the camera crew was out on the sidewalk.

“Yes Sol. I’m ready to spread some holiday cheer. Let’s go make somebody’s day he said. Before Tre could even put the car in park, she was reaching for the handle”

“AHT AHT AHT” Tre barked out loud causing the cameraman man in the backseat to jump,“ Tre was already exiting the driver’s side and pointed his finger at her as he crossed in front of the car “Don’t even try it.” Sol rolled her eyes and pouted as she waited the few seconds for him to open her door.

“Thanks Tre,” she stuck out her tongue. She was like a kid in a candy store and was ready to full out sprint to the front door. The IG live comments were flying.

Okay Daddy Tre! I need a mans to talk to me like that. 🥵🥵

Did this man just bark at her? 🐶

Loook so long as he handles this backdoor he can open any other door that he pleases sis!

Y’all females is wylin as usual.

Sol glanced at them. “Imma need y’all to stay out of grown folks’ business and just enjoy this holiday work we are puttin in okay” She handed her phone to another crew member and grabbed Tre’s hand to drag him to the front door.

She pushed the button for the doorbell but no sound rang out. Tre gave three succinct raps on the door and heard someone rushing down the stairs. The door was flung open by a woman in black slacks and a blinding blue polo emblazoned with a nametag that ironically labeled this young woman as “Tangerine”. She couldn’t be more than 25 years old and the toddler saddled on her hip only added to her youthful appearance.

“Hi Tangerine,” Tre began, “My name’s Trevante and this is Sol,” he gestured to Sol at his side.

“Hi?” Tangerine answered confused at this couple and the cameras that followed them.

“We’re here today with Black Juice, a local Black organization that highlights the experience of the Black Jewish community and we’re doing 8 Days of Miracles,”

“Okay..” Tangerine said not sounding any less confused. “ I’m not Jewish.” Sol took over as she could tell that Tre’s efforts weren’t getting them anywhere.

“We’re here because your friend Kira sent in a letter telling us about how great of a mother you are. She said that you’ve been working two jobs here to support you and your daughter.” At this, Sol smiled at the baby, “She told us that the second job you have is for daycare expenses alone. We wanted to come out here today and let you know that we see what you do and how hard you go to make sure you give your daughter the best. So, we wanted to help you out and give you this. “ Tre gave her the envelope he had in his hand. It read “Day 1: Tangerine”

Tangerine took the envelope as Tre explained. “We’ve paid for your daughter’s child care for the next two years so you can give yourself a break.” She opened the envelope to see the receipt from Tiny Tots Kindercare and didn’t even know what to do.

“I don’t know what to say.” She paused for a moment as what this truly meant registered in her mind. “I can quit this job and actually spend more time with my baby and focus on my candles.”

“Your candles?” Sol asked.

“Yeah. I make candles by hand. I took a few classes and have played with a few scents. Some friends have asked me to make them some and I’ve been waitin to be a little more secure with my money before I start at it.” she answered exhaling deeply.

“Do you have any candles right now?” Tre asked peeking a little further in her apartment. Sol slapped his arm.

“Could you be any nosier?” she chastised with love.

“Yeah I have some. Do you mind holding Layla?” she asked but she practically threw the child into Sol’s arms as she ran to grab her stash of candles. Sol put on her sweetest voice and spoke to Layla about how old she was and if she liked her friends at daycare. When her mom came back Sol could see the sheer joy that she had when showing off her handiwork.

Tangerine went through all six of her candles and their various scents with them and by the end Tre had bought each one. She was floored and couldn’t do anything but cry at the way her morning was turning around. It wasn’t even 7:30 and she’d already gotten 2 years of childcare, a reason to quit her grocery store job and someone who actually wanted to buy her candles.

Before they left, Tre made her promise to hit him up when her site and IG were live so he could get more candles and share it with all of his friends. Sol returned Layla to her mother saying her goodbyes and grabbed Tre’s hand to head back to car. She leaned on his shoulder and he could see the contentment in her eyes. Sol almost forgot her phone before a crewmember handed it back.

She came back to the IG Live trying not to get too emotional. “Look at that y’all! Day one of Hanukkah is off to a start and we’ve already proved that miracles happen! Y’all better stay tuned in over the next week so you can see who we pop in on next. You never know if it could be you! Thanks to Black Juice for giving us this opportunity to turn someone’s ordinary day into something smile about. Y’all betta check them out so you can see the full footage of what we’ve got goin on! Bye y’all!

“Bye y’all!” Tre called out. They answered a few more questions with Black Juice, said their goodbyes and climbed back into their car.

“Can we go back to bed now?” Tre asked as he pulled back onto the main road and his hand founds Sol’s thigh again. Sol laughed.

“I mean if that’s what you prefer we can. I had some other things in mind.” she suggested.

Tre raised his eyebrow. “I swear you see one baby and you always go 0 to 100”

“Look, I just believe in practicing all aspects of having a child! Even the making part.”

Tre threw his head back laughing. “I’m wit it babygirl”

DING!

“That’s me” Sol said. She looked at her phone screen. A text from “Mama Rhodes” popped up. She’d sent some Pinterest looking bible verse again.

This was the third one this week. It dampened her mood immediately and caused her to groan. The text read:

Seeing you with that little girl made me so happy for the good Christian grandbabies that you and Tre will be blessing me with in the future. I thank Jesus for the miracle of you and my baby everyday XO.

“Tre, I got another one from your mom. When are you gonna talk to her?”

Tre sighed. “I promise. I’ll talk to her soon and it will definitely be before your Chrismukkah Extravaganza. Don’t sweat it baby.”

Sol did her best not to think about how pushy his mother was being about this raising Christan grandbabies nonsense ever since they announced they’d be partnering with Black Juice. All she could do is trust Tre and do what she was best at: wait.

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@ghostfacekill-monger @thadelightfulone

#trevante rhodes #trevante rhodes fanfiction #trevante rhodes x oc #shaekingspeaks #25 days of christmas challenge #25 days of christmas #im going to bed now #chrismukkah #hanukkah #I WILL DO SETH COHEN PROUD #okay bye

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bourbonboredom · 6 years ago

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A Reason To Believe Chapter 7

Being an undercover officer is a perilous job and Flip Zimmerman knows this far too well. He keeps his romantic life limited to one-night stands, never letting anyone get too close. That all starts to change when he meets a vivacious Jewish woman named Elle just as he’s about to take on a seriously dangerous undercover job; infiltrating the KKK. Elle and his undercover work make him question things he’d never thought to before and challenge him to see the world, and himself, in a whole new light.

A Flip x OC Fic

Word Count: 3,557

Warnings: racial slurs, anti-semitism, drinking, angst (sorry y’all)

Please go away little girl

Go away little girl

It's hurting me more each minute that you delay

When you are near me like this

You're much too hard to resist

So go away little girl before I beg you to stay

(x)

Flip spent more and more time with Elle. The two of them had very busy and sometimes conflicting schedules but he was more than willing to make it work. They started comparing schedules to find more time to spend together. His was more erratic than hers, as the klan could call him at just about any time and he’d have to go, but she’d wait up for his call on the nights he was working. Or he’d wake up early and they’d grab breakfast at the diner before her shift. Or he’d sleep over on Saturdays after they watched primetime. They’d find time in the odd hours of their days for one another, and Flip liked that.

It had been years since he’d had a relationship with this much work to it, but he wanted to make it work just for her. He wanted to be around Elle, even if it was just them grabbing coffee before the sun even rose. She shined bright enough to make it worth it.

The last few days had been a miss for the two of them, Elle’s shifts making it difficult to find a time for them to be together. They had the odd phone call here and there, and he found himself missing the smell of her hair or the sound of her laugh. He’d scold himself, he needed to be a professional and focus on the task at hand. He’d already given Ron shit about dating a girl who he’d met undercover, he’d never hear the end of it if he was caught sneaking out of the office to give Elle a call.

Jimmy knew about her, and how they’d been going steady the last few weeks. He knew that might as well have been centuries in Flip Zimmerman time. Information was pulled from him rather reluctantly. As much as he loved every little thing Elle did, a part of him wanted to keep her to himself. Keep her separate from his work life and his friends, if only until his undercover case was over. Jimmy offered that they come on a double date with him and his wife sometime, which Flip said he’d think about. He didn’t want to scare her off by inviting her on dates with a married couple. He knew they were moving fast, but there was a limit.

Not being able to share all the details of his job was probably the hardest part of their relationship. He wanted to tell her that he was undercover with a hate group that despised people like them, he wanted to tell her about how that was changing his mind about his own heritage. It had taken having such an intense level of hate spewed in his ears every day to finally understand that this effects him too, and that this really bothers him. He just didn't know how to explain that without also explaining the nature of his case, which was strictly forbidden by the department.

He’d seen it time and time before, undercover officers having huge fights with their spouses because of their jobs. The odd hours, the secrecy, it could chip away at even the sturdiest of marriages. He was determined to not let that happen to him. He made the fact that his job was difficult very clear, that sometimes he’d come home in an awful mood and won’t be able to talk about it, or that women might hit on him, but he will always be loyal to her. Elle would listen, empathy shining in her big brown eyes, and she would tell him she understood. She signed up for this, and they could work this out.

But things don’t always work out the way you’d like them too.

———

Ron had gotten the call right before him and Flip was about to leave for the night. They shared a look as he picked up the receiver and began to speak. They were the only two left in the office, the silence deafening as he tried to hear what was being said on the other line.

"Sure, sure, I'll meet you there. What's the address?" Ron said as he grabbed for a pen and paper.

"Uh huh, okay, I'll see you soon," He said, scribbling on the paper and hanging up the phone.

"That was Felix. He invited you to hang out with some of the guys at a bar on the north side,"

"Great," Flip muttered, getting up to take the address of his partner's desk. He read over the scribbled writing, trying to map out a route in his mind.

"Ready to get the wire?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, sure," He sighed, shoving the paper in his pocket.

The two moved to the equipment room to retrieve the wire and tape. Flip stood against the wall unbuttoning his shirt, leaving the undershirt exposed. He began ripping off sections of tape while Ron untangled the cord and battery pack.

"I'll be parked across the street, okay?" He said as he began to position the wire on his undershirt.

"No, park a little ways down the street. This bar isn't in a great area, you don't want them seeing you," Flip corrected, taping the wire into place on his own torso.

"Right, okay. I'll be there though. You remember everything from the last meeting?"

"I was there so yeah," He muttered, the last piece of tape securing the microphone on his chest. He buttoned his shirt back up and shoved the battery pack in his pocket, using his shirt tails to obscure any bulge.

"Alright, you probably don't have to stay long. Maybe just a beer," Ron continued, grabbing the recorder and heading out of the room.

"Yeah, lets make this one quick,"

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He pulled up and parked his car in the place Ron was going to originally park. He could see his compatriots through the dirty glass of the bar window. He sucked in a deep breath before crossing the street and opening the door. Country music and cigarette smoke filled the bar. Felix noticed him as he entered and motioned for him to join them at their table.

"Glad you could make it," He leered, a Coors in his grip.

"Yeah me too, thanks for inviting me out,"

"Get yourself a Coors and join us," It was clear that it wasn’t a suggestion.

Flip did just that. He wasn't really gathering any intel, he figured he wouldn't be once he got about 5 minutes into the conversation. They were just shooting the shit with one another. Bonding. He still needed to show face for a while, let them trust him. But he really wasn't enjoying it.

At least being outside their normal bar made their conversations a little tamer. They’d peer around at the patrons in the bar, silently surveying and figuring out how much could be said. Nothing useful would be picked up on the mic tonight, but the more Flip hung out with them the more they would eventually reveal.

After he finished his beer, he told the group he was gonna step out for a smoke. He needed the break from their talk. They got exhausting really easily, even in a public setting. He shrugged his hunting jacket on and stepped out into the cool fall air. He took a breath of relief and pulled his cig box out of his pocket. It read Camel on the front, but there were hand-rolled ones on the inside. He tapped one into his hand and placed it between his lips. The spark of the lighter gave off a little bit of warmth, which was prolonged by the heated smoke that filled his lungs as he breathed in.

He knew it wasn't the best thing for him to be smoking. He'd seen the cancer reports. But his job was stressful and he needed this. Besides. Hand rolled ones were better for you. He took another drag and glanced behind him to see the guys all focus on each other and not minding him.

"I'll have another beer and then I'm going home," He mumbled just loud enough for the microphone to pick up. He couldn't see Ron's car but he knew he was close by.

He'd smoked about half his cigarette, he knew he should extinguish it soon and head back in. He was resigning himself to turn around and walk back into the bar. It took him a second to get the nerve to. That was when he heard a familiar voice.

"Flip?" He heard someone call from his left side. His body instantly froze. He wanted it to be a trick of the mind. No, he needed it to be.

He turned his head slowly, catching a glimpse of the guys in the bar, still not paying attention to him. He turned his head more to see Elle walking toward him, her nurse's uniform still on from her shift. Her necklace glinted under the streetlights glow.

"Flip, I thought that was you. I don't usually see you on this side of town," She smiled as she stopped beside him. Panic set it. What was he supposed to do?

"Yeah, its um, unexpected," He mumbled.

"Are you doing okay? You look pale," She moved her hand to check his forehead and he jerked away. He needed her to get away from this bar with these crazy racists. He needed her to be safe.

"I'm fine, don't worry. You should head on home though, it's pretty dark out,"

"You could always give me a ride," She winked. "It's been a while since you swung by, you've been busy or something?"

"Yeah, pretty busy," He trailed off as he glanced back in the bar.

He was met with the steely gaze of Felix, staring back at him, eyebrow raised.

"Elle, I need you to get out of here. Now," He said without moving his mouth too much.

"What? Why?" She looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed.

"I can't tell you what's going on, you just gotta trust me,"

Felix was getting up and walking toward the door, the rest following behind shortly after.

"Flip, you're acting weird, is everything okay?" She looked toward the men, following his gaze.

"Eliana I can't be seen with you get the fuck out of here. Please," He pleased through gritted teeth.

"Excuse me?" Her tone shifted from worry to indignation. Her hands rested on her hips and she took a step closer to him. "You can't be seen with me? Is that what I just heard come out of your mouth?"

"Elle--" was all her managed to get out before he heard the door click open. His gaze flew to Felix, who was looking both of them up and down.

"She givin' you trouble?" He asked, eyeing the silver pendant around her neck.

He ran though every scenario of how this could go in his mind. She could accidentally call him by his real name, he couldn't let them know she knew him, he couldn't let her know he was undercover. This was a nightmare. There was no way out of this where someone didn't get hurt.

He breathed in through his nose, resolute in what he had to do to keep her safe. Elle opened her mouth to speak but Flip beat her to the punch, trying to keep her from blowing his cover.

"She's just asking for directions. Told her I can't help her, but I do know where the nearest bakery is with an oven she can jump into,"

Her mouth hung open in shock, unable to take her eyes off him. His chest felt like it was filled with sand. What he said worked, but he knew there was no coming back from it. The guys laughed, flooding out of the bar to stand around her in a half circle.

"We can help make sure you get there, got some room in my trunk," Ivanhoe cackled, causing Felix to hit his arm to get him to shut up.

"It's not safe for women to be walking alone at night," The blond leered, taking a step closer to her.

She didn't step back, daring instead to look up at him. If she was scared, she didn't show it. Felix reached his hand out, slowly pressing his index finger into the silver Star of David until his force pushed her back.

“You’re real pretty for a Jew,” He sneered, watching her stand up straight again, hands balled into fists at her sides.

Flip couldn't watch this anymore.

"There are a lot of bad guys on the streets, maybe you should go," His voice rumbled from his chest. He didn't have to nerve to look at her as he spoke, but he felt her gaze trained on him.

She stood there, looking at him for a few moments. He finally looked up and saw her eyes were glassy and pink. Her lip twitches and she drew her mouth tight to stop it. She was trying not to cry. His heart fell to his throat and he fought to regain control of his emotions. He has to do this. He had to keep both of them safe. This was for her own good.

He felt his breath hitch as she finally turned away, walking down the street at a quickened pace. His throat felt thick and he forced himself to swallow and take a breath. He couldn't seem upset. He just pushed away one of the best things in his life, and he had to act like it wasn't a problem. But it was. The shame was eating at him, he had to try to make this right. He swore that as soon as he could get out from being undercover he'd rush to see her.

She was a yard or so away when something glinted in the street lights and hit her in the head before falling to the ground with a clink. She stopped for a moment to acknowledge what just struck her. He couldn't quite make it out until he heard Ivanhoe snickering beside him. He motioned to his palm, which had a few pennies in it.

What a bunch of sick fucks.

“Dumb kike!” Ivanhoe held another up, ready to throw. Flip brought his hand up to stop him before he could even think about it.

"Quit it," He hissed.

The guys stopped to stare at him. He recovered his composure.

"She's not worth your money," the words dropped from his lips like poison, making himself feel ill as he spoke.

They laughed and she started walking again, not bothering to look back at him. He took a long drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke fill his lungs, blowing it out before extinguishing the flame with the heel of his boot.

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He was finally able to leave the bar a half hour later. He said his goodbyes and got in his car and waited until he was around the corner before he sped off toward the station. He was being reckless, he knew it, but he needed this to be over.

He could see Ron's car tailing behind him and he pulled into the station's parking lot.

"Flip," He heard him call as he slammed his car door shut and walked into the building.

Ron caught up with him quickly, but didn't say anything more as they headed toward the equipment room. He almost tore a button off trying to get the wire out from his shirt and off his person. He realized Ron had heard everything. That his words would always be on record to haunt him. His mouth tasted bitter.

"I couldn't see, was that your girl you were talking to?" Ron asked quietly.

“Elle. Her name’s Elle. She’s Jewish. The guys were coming outside. I had to make her leave, she wasn't safe there," His voice threatened to crack as he slammed the wire on the table and walked back to his desk.

As quick as his large fingers would allow him, he dialed out the number to her apartment. He impatiently waited to hear anything but a dial tone, bit nothing ever came. He cursed to himself and slammed the receiver back down.

"Flip, I'm sorry man," Ron said quietly from his own desk.

"It's part of the job," he gritted through his teeth. "I gotta fix this,"

He took long strides down the halls of the station, letting doors slam behind him as he rushed into the cool night air. He threw himself in his car and peeled out of the parking lot towards Elle's place.

What was usually a fifteen minute drive took him eight. He skidded into a parking spot and ran toward the building. He saw the light on in her window, a sign that she had at least made it home. He sprinted up the stairs, skipping two or three steps at a time, until he reached her hallway.

He was out of breath when he reached her door, but he didn't care. He knocked a few times, calling her name softly.

"Elle? Open the door, I have to talk to you,"

No response. He tried again.

"Elle? Please, you gotta hear me out,"

No response again.

"Eliana I'm so sorry, I never wanted you to see me like that. But you gotta believe I was doing it to protect you. I needed you to leave. It was for your own safety. Look, I was undercover, thats my job for the CSPD. I’m an undercover cop and I was with a bunch of targets. They’re awful people, I needed you to get as far away from them as possible while keeping my cover or else they could have hurt us both,”

He heard the faint sound of her moving across her apartment, stopping in front of the door. He reached out and placed his palms on the wood in front of him, as if she could feel him.

"You can ask anyone at the station. I can't tell you what's going on, but I had to keep you safe, and I panicked and said a lot of things I deeply regret. I didn’t mean anything I said when I was with them, it was only to keep them from trying to hurt you. I told you, my job is dangerous. You have to believe me,"

His hands slowly balled up into fists as he was met with more silence. He placed his forehead against the door, eyeing the mezuzah on the frame, feeling a new wave of guilt wash over him.

"Elle, please," His voice got quieter. "I know what it looked like but I had to keep you safe by any means. I can't let anything happen to you. You're too important to me," He swallowed, as if to keep from choking on his words.

"I love you,"

He meant it.

He had to let her know, she had to know he loved her. That this wasn't some fling, that he'd fallen hard.

A beat of silence was followed by her muffled voice coming from the other side of the door.

"Find some other dumb kike to tell it to,"

It felt as though the wind had been knocked from his lungs. He collapsed on himself, letting his weight rest on the door. He knew now, nothing he could say could fix this. He fucked up. He felt tears sting in his eyes and a burning sensation in his nostrils as he leaned off the door and slowly made his way back down the hallway. He wasn't going to cry, he wouldn't let himself.

There was no coming back from this. The best thing he could do was stay out of her life, he'd just mess it up more if he tried to stay. Before he could process it, he was back in his car and driving down the street as though he were on auto pilot.

He arrived back at his quiet, empty, lonely apartment and padded inside. His coat slipped from his shoulders on to the floor as he walked toward the kitchen cabinet. From the top shelf he pulled a bottle of whiskey. He let the liquor burn his throat, anything to distract from the dull ache inside himself.

He sat at his kitchen table with the bottle, the only light coming from the dim lamp above him. He stayed there for a long time, unable to find the strength to move. He played out the night in his head maybe a hundred times. What he could have done differently, what he could have said differently. Was there anything he could have done to keep her in his life?

The hate he had to emulate to hang out with the klan had been slowly chipping away at him. The comments and assumptions, the subtleties and the outrights. He was managing on his own, but Elle being introduced to their hatred was burning him to his core. She deserved better than that. She deserved better than him.

He took another swig of whiskey. A part of him had worried this would happen. Every other relationship he’d had failed at least partially because of his job. Why should this one be any different?

Though everything sure felt different with Elle.

Maybe it was better to be alone.

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NOTES

So this chapter was basically what brought about this entire story. I’d been thinking about what would happen if Flip was undercover and had to sacrifice a relationship to keep both him and his girlfriend safe? So uhhh sorry! There’s like 7 more chapters to go so obviously things will change.

I take no pleasure in writing racial slurs of any kind, but I felt it was necessary in this instance. I try to keep any dialogue from the klansmen in this story to a minimum because the amount of shit that comes out of their mouths isn’t stuff i’d want to read or write.

Smoking was still very popular in the 1970s, about half the population smoked. Warning labled were introduced on cigarette packs in 1971. By the 1980s, the population of smokers had decreased by about ten percent.

The origin for the slur k*ke has a few different theories

#flip zimmerman #flip x reader #flip zimmerman x reader #masterlist #ARTBmasterlist

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 6 years ago

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Some Esembly Required - Video #7: Push Ups And Projects

Ao3

The camera is pointed at the floor before it shakily spins around and lands on Sam’s face. He’s clearly holding it himself, the lens a little too close to his face. His eyes flit to the right and then look back to the camera.

“Okay, so I know we usually do silly shit on this channel but I have got to show you guys this. I mean…it’s the cutest fucking thing I think I’ve ever seen. Walked around the corner lookin for Buck and nearly fucking keeled over from the adorable shit I saw. So I ran to get the camera so I could show you all this ridiculousness I just witnessed.” He smiles fondly and the camera turns around, slowly, like Sam is being very careful.

“Okay brace yourselves.” Sam whispers as he walks forward. The camera slowly moves around the corner, exercise equipment coming into view. The camera turned a little further to show Bucky doing push up’s on the mat. But he wasn’t alone.

“Would you look at this shit.” Sam whispered.

Peter was sat cross legged on Bucky’s back, notebook in his lap, scribbling quickly, his tongue stuck out in concentration. The camera whipped back to Sam, his face distorted in a painful look.

“How fucking cute is that!?!?!” he whispered fiercely. He put his fist to his lips, looking tearful and moved the camera back to them. It moved forward a little, the door opened slightly, Peter and Bucky’s voices floating out to the hall.

“So after you got your orders did you go straight to war or did you have to do the whole boot camp thing or were they super desperate and just sent you to the front lines?” Peter asked, biting his lip and watching the back of Bucky’s head as he was lifted up and down, up, and down. Bucky smiled.

“I did the boot camp thing. It’s kind of a requirement for war. Do they not teach you that in school?” Bucky asked, his arms bending and straightening without hesitation.

“I mean…they may have mentioned it. I sometimes fall asleep in history so I may have missed it. Don’t tell May that okay?” Peter asked patting Bucky’s head gently. Bucky laughed and shook his head.

“Seriously kid, tell me the truth here, were you actually looking for Steve to ask these question to and found me instead? Cuz that’s fine. I understand if I wasn’t actually your first choice.” Bucky said, lifting Peter up, and down. Peter looked at him for moment, his head tilted to the side.

“The truth is… I wanted to ask you. Mrs. Jinkins said we could pick anyone with insight into our subject to ask questions to, and I picked you. Everyone already knows Steve’s story Buck, I wanted to write about yours.” Peter said, still looking at the back of Bucky’s head.

Bucky’s arms faltered, for just a second. Sam made a small strangled noise in his throat, the camera shaking a little. Bucky lifted Peter again and continued like nothing had happened. He cleared his throat and shook his head again.

“Okay so…what do you wanna know?” Bucky asked.

“Everything.” Peter said, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand, his eyes gleaming. Bucky laughed and lifted Peter up, and down.

Bucky talked about the war, and the friends he’d made, and lost. He talked about how he’d still just been a kid, trying to get a bunch of other kids to the end of a long road safely. He talked about how he’d failed to do that for a lot of those kids. Peter listened intently, scribbling in his notebook. He wiped at his face a few times and Sam moved the camera back to himself, he was also teary eyed.

“This is ridiculous. I can’t take this.” Sam said, still quiet so they wouldn’t hear him. He shook his head and moved the camera back to them.

“Can I ask a serious question now? It’s not really for the project, it’s more for me. I’m just curious.” Peter asked, looking nervous. Bucky stopped moving, his arms locked straight. He looked back over his shoulder at Peter and then jerked his head to the side. Peter stepped off his back and sat on the floor instead. Bucky moved so he was facing Peter and crossed his legs to match him.

“Okay. Ask me.” Bucky said, his palms falling open on his knees. Peter gave him a little smile and a nod.

“I was just wondering, what was it like being Jewish and fighting in the war and just… just being there? When all that was happening. I just, aunt May has told me some stories from our family and stuff but I don’t really have any family members who were actually there to ask. I hope that’s not intrusive.” Peter said, grimacing a little. Bucky smiled softly and patted his knee.

“It’s not intrusive. It uh… it was scary.” Bucky said, scrunching up his face like he knew it wasn’t enough. Peter nodded and Bucky opened his mouth to say more. Sam let the door fall shut and turned the camera back to himself. He walked down the hall a bit before speaking.

“They are so fucking cute. I feel like a proud father watching my family bonding.” Sam said, then stared into the camera.

“That…that sounded different than I meant it. Shit.” He stared at the ground for a dramatic moment and then took a deep breath and looked back.

“So that got more serious than I expected, but they need to bond so I’m gonna leave them to it. One, because it’s personal, and two…. I don’t have a second reason…” he said, squinting into the camera.

“Well…that’s all I’ve I got I guess. Just wanted to show y’all their cute asses, you should see when they both hang upside down… amazing. And every now and then, when we’re blessed with is presence, Peter does pull ups on Thor’s biceps, it’s a sight to behold.” Sam pursed his lips and stared into the camera awkwardly.

“Okay bye.” The screen went black.

~***~

White text scrolls across the screen.

Permission was given to upload the conversation that was filmed in this video. Because consent is everything kids. Always get consent.

Sam just upload the damn video…

Well I’m trying, but it needed a disclaimer and now you’re just interrupting me.

I wouldn’t have to interrupt you if you just got to the point.

Well I think Sam is right, consent is good to have.

Shut it Spiderboy.

Yeah shut it.

Oh okay everyone turn on me, I see how it is. Rude.

Okay we’re leaving now. You’ll have a new video…. whenever we give you a new video. Bye.

Thanks Buck, you’re always so personable. Bye folks!

Bye! …this is Peter… Bye again!

The screen goes black as the video ends.

#Some Assembly Required #sar #sar part 7 #sambucky #sambucky ficlet #ficlet #winterfalcon #my writing

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deadtower · 7 years ago

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i cannot BELIEVE i have a goyische christian trying to goysplain the torah and christianity to me as if i dont know anything about it lol but anyway here we go i guess @strawberry-milktea

original post here i just dont wanna be reblogging this giant fucking post and stretching peoples’ dashes

for your first paragraph ... i know. i fucking know lol i was christian for fifteen fucking years i KNOW all of that jfc lmao. i wasn’t saying “no one can ever read the scriptures besides jewish people” i was saying that your FUNDAMENTAL UNDERSTANDING IS FLAWED because they are JEWISH books written in HEBREW and there is ALWAYS GOING TO BE SOMETHING LOST when you translate from the original source. also like ... the christians back then are so fucking different from the christians nowadays that you can’t even compare the two so don’t even try it. and yes i fucking know jesus was a jew i’m very fucking aware bc y’all christians will NOT shut up about that fact as if it somehow bonds you to the ancient tribe y’all pretend like you had a shared history with when like ... you didn’t. that was us. lol

yes i call jewish people who believe homosexuality is a sin bigoted and vile as well lmao why ... wouldn’t ... i ... you really are sitting here thinking it’s only homophobic christians that i call evil for their views ? like as if if someones not christian but is homophobic im gonna be like “yeah mate carry on it’s fine” like ... lol ... anyway orthodox jews are becoming more and more accepting of lgbt+ people nowadays but you wouldn’t know that i guess lmao

i love how i talk about the torah because it’s what i have knowledge on and then you proceed to be like “oh it’s not just in the torah it’s in [list of new testament verses]” like ... you do know we don’t follow the new testament ... right ... anyway regardless of that, y’all literally stapled your book onto our tanakh and called it a day. i can write post-ending fanfic of my favorite book and staple it onto the end but it doesn’t mean that the original book is something i thought up or something i own in some way besides owning a physical copy ? idk why this is so hard for christians to grasp

this whole paragraph is shit i already knew because like i said i was a christian for fifteen years so you preaching at me about my own deity is like ... pointless because ive heard all that shit before

the problem with you is no one fucking asks you to share your homophobic viewpoint. like literally no one asked you to ‘warn’ anyone about homosexuality being a sin as you so think it is. literally no one lol. but as usual christians do this thing where they assume that everyone wants to hear the things they have to say on how they believe the world is and what G-d wants and they just assume people want to hear about how their lifestyle is a sin. which like ... they don’t lol. leave people alone because honestly no one wants to hear your bigoted ass telling them how theyre going to hell for being gay. like there’s literally not a soul on earth that wants you to do that so like ... shut your mouth lmfao

my problem with you is that you’re not only condescending to me, someone who has been studying both christianity and judaism since i was, like, a toddler (tbh i probably know more about christianity than you, but i’m not here for a dick-waving contest about who knows more, so i’ll let that one go and just say i have way more knowledge of your religion than you think i do), but your views that you say are just your own are something that you push onto people by ‘warning’ them about the dangers of their lifestyle. like, guess what ... that’s what happens in your religion. YOUR religion. as in, not theirs. so, like, the only person you should be worried about is YOU. and that’s it. that’s the problem that people have with you spreading your homophobic views. like, you think it’s a sin, great. then YOU don’t do it. leave other people alone especially if they’re not christian and if they have no intent to become christian. if you give me a cheese platter and i say “oh no thanks cheese isn’t for me” and you still try and force me to eat the cheese because, like, it’s SO good and it did WONDERS for your digestive system etc etc i’m just gonna be more upset at you for trying to force the cheese on me because i already said i didn’t want cheese. like it’s great YOU liked the cheese but it’s not for everyone and you have some kind of weird inability to accept that.

anyway that’s my two shekels about the whole thing

#long post /

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