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Are Friends Electric? (Alex Turner)

Multi Part Series

Part 1: Dreamy Days

Sheffield 2002

"Is that a fookin' United shirt?"

"Yeah, so what? It's not mine, you know I support Owls."

"Am honestly disappointed in you, consortin' with the enemy an' that," Alex shook his head, refusing to look at the offending football shirt that I'd been forced into wearing.

"It was in lost property, an' you know what the PE teachers are like, they threatened to suspend me, Mam would kill me if they did," I replied, rubbing her legs in an attempt to warm them.

"Only 'cause you've been suspended before."

"Yeah well I don't want to do it again, she'd have me bloody guts for garters," I told him. He rolled his eyes. We were sat on an old bench around the back of the school, dressed in PE kits and smoking B&H cigarettes I had stolen off my mother. My football shorts were no match for the harsh January weather, but I was wearing a parka, hence why Alex had only just noticed the Sheffield United t-shirt. We couldn't leave school grounds yet, because in order to get out from behind we'd would have to go past the French classroom, and as the bell hadn't yet gone, there would still be Miss Kelly and a class of year 7s ready to catch us out.

"I'm fookin' freezing," Alex whined, putting out his fag on the wall and dropping it onto the floor. "At least you've got that bloody big coat."

I sighed and flicked my cigarette butt onto the floor, stomping it out with the toe of my trainer. "If we go over the wall you know you have to give me a leg up," I explained bluntly. He nodded along almost eagerly, likely desperate to get out the cold and home as soon as possible.

"I don't mind Jack, I just wanna leave."

"Right then," I replied, standing up, picking up my bag and putting a foot into a crack in the stone, grabbing the top edge where my fingers could just about catch grip on the rough stone. Alex came up behind me and put his hands on my shin, and using his hands to push against, I pulled herself up. Unfortunately, my foot slipped, and I began to fall back down, but my fall was stopped by the feeling of hands holding me up. Alex's hands, on my bum.

I felt my ears burning red, but not willing to have to try again, I pulled herself up using my arms and jumped down the other side. As soon as my feet touched the ground I climbed on top of the large wheelie bin that sat against the wall and grabbed Alex's arm as he clambered over as well. He was a lot taller than me now, he'd grown in a way only 15 year old boys do, all long limbs and clumsiness. I'd barely even noticed him shoot up. I helped him over and we jumped into the street below.

"Um... I'm sorry that I touched your..." Alex stuttered slightly, his cheeks going uncharacteristically red. I cut him off.

"Al, it's fine."

"I mean I-"

"It's fine," I repeated, more firmly. He shrugged and pushed his hands into his pockets, beginning to walk down the alley toward the road. I followed him, jogging slightly to catch up with his long strides.

"Am gonna join a band you know," he told me as we turned the corner onto the street. I looked at him in surprise.

"A band? Who wiv?" I questioned, confused.

"Matt."

"Matt Helders or Matt Sheppard?"

"Matt Helders of course! Av'e never even spoke to Matt Sheppard why on earth would I be talking about 'im?"

"Well I dunno do I? I didn't even know Matt Helders played an instrument, he's not singing is he?" I queried, scuffing my shoes along the floor.

Alex shook his head slightly. "He plays drums, I'm the singer."

"But you play guitar?" I could sense my brain was really struggling to keep up.

"I can do both, like Bowie."

"Don't compare yourself t'Bowie unless you go to your gigs dressed in a catsuit an' heels an' bat away crowds of lads and lasses who want to sleep with ya."

"I'm not against the crowds of lasses, but I don't think I could commit to the rest," he laughed cheekily. I gave him a playful punch in the shoulder.

"You're full of shit, you are," I grinned, as he rubbed his arm over-dramatically. Cars whizzed past as we reached the main road. Cars that caused slight rushes of air as the pair of us continued to walk, that's how close they drove past the pavement.  "Mine or yours?" I asked him.

"Yours, yer mam won't be back from work yet."

"Fairs."

A silence lulled in the conversation as we continued to walk down the street, Alex was scuffing his trainers along the floor. It was annoying as fuck but I didn't say owt.

"Did you hear what Rory Pike did today at lunch?"

"No?"

"He got his cock out on the school field," Alex divulged me, a laugh spread across his face. I couldn't help but join in the joke.

"Rory Pike is a world class minger," I told him, and soon we were both in stitches, adding extra gross details to the story to the amusement of each other.

"Did Cook finally ask tha' girl out then?" I changed the subject, catching my breath back from my laughing fit.

"'Course not, he jibbed again, then Simmo asked her instead," Alex explained.

"Simmo? Did she say yes?"

"Why would she? She clearly fancies Jamie."

"He needs to get his act together and ask her."

Alex nodded, momentarily in thought. He then very suddenly turned around and gave me a playful shove.

"First one to yours!" he exclaimed, quickly speeding off around the corner.

"Bastard," I muttered, beginning to run after him. I sprinted to catch up, but the awkward coat prevented me from getting anywhere near the speed his long limbs could get him. He legged it off and I was forced to slow my pace back down to a walk. The boy was clearly going to win and I had the house key so he'd have to wait outside for me anyway. I decided to take me time knowing I'd probably bump into Alex around the corner when he came back to see where I was. He'd probably be a bit moody about it, telling me off for being a fun sponge, and I'd apologise insincerely and then he'd give me an awkward side hug and tell me he couldn't stay angry at me, there's no way I'd let him. Then we would probably walk back to mine and be done with the matter.

This wasn't the case. I got round the corner, then the one after that, and didn't see any sign of Alex. There was no way he would still be running, he was too lazy and he would look like an idiot, racing against no one. He was a dafty but not that much of one. I began to get confused after I rounded the third corner and there was still not a sign of him.

"Oi Jackie!" Alex exclaimed, grabbing my shoulders from behind. I yelped in surprise and he burst out laughing.

"Fook you Alex Turner," I scolded him. "How did ya even get behind me?" He said nothing, and just tapped his nose conspiratorially.

Sheffield 2003

He knew everything there was to know about Jackie. He knew her favourite colour (red),her middle name (Arabella), her handwriting and everything else in between. Alex had known this for ages, but it had never weighed on his mind as much as it had recently.

It was the way he'd seen her the other night. There was a small gaff at someone or another's and Alex had gone with the boys. Jackie had showed up a bit later, dressed very differently to how he normally saw her. She had a leopard print mini skirt on and a tight, cropped t-shirt, along with her trainers and Adidas jacket. Of course he noticed her, lighting one of her L&B blues and trying to smoke it subtly; she was the only one smoking.

He had gone over and said hello, and she'd grinned when she saw him, glad of some company, he expected. Some 90s rave hit was playing, and cheesy lights flashed across the room. Trying too hard, he thought. She picked a beer off the counter she was leaning on and gave it to him. A Corona, lukewarm but still alcohol.

"D'ya wanna come for a spliff?" she asked him, patting her pocket, and he said yes. Her top was very tight, although he tried not to look, but he saw her bra, visible through the fabric. They went outside onto some kind of shitty balcony. She got what looked to be a large gram of weed and some Rizlas out, making an L and then ripping open a cigarette to get the tobacco out, she carefully sprinkled in some of the spliff and rolled. Alex didn't say anything, he just watched as she deftly rolled the joint. She lit the end and took her time, sitting down on a breeze block. He found himself a seat on the step.

"So how's t'band going, Arctic Monkeys i'nt it?"

"There's a gig coming up, at The Grapes," Alex told her, proudly. In fact, he puffed up slightly with pride. Jackie had never really got involved with the band, she said it weren't her business, but Alex still felt remarkably pleased whenever she showed an interest, especially if they were doing well.

"D'ya want me to come?"

"'Course! I thought you already were."

"Yeah I just... weren't sure, that's all," Jackie responded, unusually quiet. She was acting off with him.

"Is summit up?" Alex asked. She shrugged, taking another drag on her spliff and then handing it to him. "Jack?" he prompted further.

"It's nothing Al, jus' summit stupid," she replied. Her fingers fiddled with the edge of her sleeve. He decided to leave it, pushing her wouldn't make her tell him, it would just annoy her. He took a toke of the joint and they sat in silence for a moment.

"Wanna find some White Lightning and get hammered?" she asked and Alex grinned.

"Are you sure? That stuffs pretty lethal."

"Well fook it all we're not going home tonight," she replied, laughing slightly. Alex nodded, smiling, then passed her the spliff back. It was a still and cold night. Jackie let the smoke seep out her mouth and inhaled it through her nose.

They finished the spliff and went back inside. Alex found the rest of his mates and together they all got steaming. Simmo was acting strangely all night. Then Jackie started acting strange too. She was all quiet and snappy.

"Why were you being such a mardy bum yesterday," he asked her the next day. They were lounging about on the sofa at his, nursing two horrible headaches. She rolled her eyes at him.

"Not now Alex, I'm too hungover for this," she answered, misery clear in her voice.

"Just tell me and I'll stop naggin'" he told her, shuffling a bit closer so she couldn't turn over and ignore him.

"Your mate Simmo," she replied simply.

"What'dya mean? Look, I know the joke was a bit insensitive but tha's just what 'e's like," Alex began to explain, for some reason unknown to him, in Simmo's defence.

"It's not tha' you bloody great nit, he kissed me."

Alex couldn't explain why that came like a twist in the gut, but it did nonetheless. It made him stumble for his words for a moment.

"Oh," was all he managed to get out. "Did you kiss him back?"

"Of course not, he's funny, but a bit gross," Jackie replied, pulling a face, and Alex laughed. A strange sense of relief was felt somewhere in his system, although nowhere near enough to dull the queasy thud of his hangover. "'Sides, Chris asked me out the other day."

"Who the fook is Chris?"

"Chris Maher, from the garage."

"Him? You've lost your mind Jackie, he works at fookin' MotorWorld."

"He's funny! And he knows loads about cars, plus he can drive," she said stubbornly, crossing her arms.

"Why does it matter 'e can drive?"

"So I can get places, obviously," she responded dryly.

"I've almost passed me test!"

"Al, you're not even close to passing, I spoke to yer Dad an' he says you drive like you're drunk. 'Sides, I wouldn't want to get on your nerves, always cadgin' a lift." she explained, to Alex's disappointment.

"I didn't expect your type to be a guy who walks around in trackies, how desperate are ya?" Alex jabbed, a little cruelly. Jackie shot him a scathing look.

"Alexander, what is up with you? You were fine last night, an' now you're acting like I'm makin' you suck bloody lemons," she reprimanded him. She was trying to draw him into an argument, he could tell. He wasn't about to start a fight.

"Oh, it duen't matter," he said offhandedly, hoping to diffuse the issue, which seemed to work.

"He's actually a really lovely guy," Jackie added after a long pause.

"Ay, I'm sure he is," Alex replied halfheartedly.

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Cheeky prompt?- Hazel Levesque meets Delix accidentally while waiting for that homophobic was from before as she's been quietly getting revenge for his attitude to her brother and future brother in law to the point when delix sees her getting his car towed Bella from supernatural style without solangelo knowing about it leaving them feeling terrified over knowing how scary yet polite she is.

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Felix could not be happier that Dean wasback from college for close to a month between semesters. Leonard was stillbeing a douche bag about the whole thing but clearly actively trying to keepFelix and Dean apart had become too much of a fucking hassle, so he had easedup on the rules a little bit. That didn’t stop him from getting a disgustedlook at the mention of Dean, but Felix couldn’t care less about that.

Yeah, he was happy that Dean was back formore than five seconds, but he wasn’t sure how he ended up driving Dean’s pieceof shit Honda instead of his new Jeep. It had apparently needed an oil changeor something so Dean had dropped it off before work, and Felix had picked it upfor him.

The fact that Dean was working at all wasobnoxious. Dean said that the bookstore got busy around the holidays, so theyreally needed the help. Felix found that hard to believe considering they livedin a world where online shopping existed. Dean working just seemed likeinterference from them getting to see each other but he felt like an assholepointing that out.

Maybe that was why he had volunteered topick up Dean's car, it was an opportunity for them to spend even more timetogether. He would enjoy that as soon as he could give Dean the keys becausethe Honda was just so old there were all these tricks to getting it to operateas a car. Felix felt like he was going to do the wrong thing and break thepiece of shit. Dean loved his car, and Felix couldn’t be the nail in the thing’scoffin.

He didn’t dare attempt to parallel parkeven though there was a parking spot right out front. Instead, he drove to aparking lot down the street. He was pretty sure the lot was for Town Hall, butno one ever seemed to be parked there.

Felix parked and didn’t even bother tolock the car. If anyone looked at Dean’s Honda and thought it containedanything worth stealing then they deserved whatever they found. He started downMain Street, heading back toward the bookstore.

He heard the cursing before he saw thesource. About halfway between where Felix had parked and where he was headingone of those oversized pick-up trucks that were just so fucking popular inTennessee was parked in what was clearly marked as a handicapped space with anobvious flat tire. A guy was circling it like he couldn’t actually believe hehad a flat.

Felix recognized the guy. They went toschool together and the school wasn’t that big so that alone was probablyenough, but in this case, it wasn’t the only reason. Eric thought of himself ashot shit because he was captain of the football team, but really, he was justthe school’s biggest fucking asshole. That didn’t make him likable, but it didmake him memorable.

“What the actual fuck!” Eric shouted athis flat tire as Felix passed. He looked like he was ready to literally pullhis hair out.

Felix had been spending too much time atBobby’s shop because he was tempted to point out that Eric really needed totake care of that before the weight of the truck would bend the rims Eric hadobviously spent some money on. He didn’t because he didn’t really give a fuckand if anyone deserved some misfortune it was Eric.

He wasn’t an idiot. He had watched howpeople had reached to Will coming out the year before, so he knew that therewould be fall out when he accidentally outed himself and his relationship withDean. A lot of it was pretty much what Felix had expected: sideways glances andwhispers. He guessed he and Will didn’t hold the same social status becausethere were some people, mainly Eric, that seemed to feel far more comfortablesaying things to Felix’s face than they had to Will. Felix was more thancapable of dealing with it and the year was practically half over, but it wasstill annoying as fuck. So, he might have gotten some joy out of seeing Ericbothered.

Felix walked past Eric without comment andwent unnoticed. A minute later he was strolling in the front door of thebookstore, the little bell ringing as he entered. He saw a few costumers millingaround which was a lot for the tiny store.

Dean was at the register with an older manthat Felix recognized as the owner, Mr. Campbell. Felix had never met the manpersonally, but Dean always talked about him fondly which was enough for Felixto like him at least a little. Felix also suspected that the guy liked Deanbecause the place really didn’t seem to need any employees besides Mr. Campbelland his wife, but the guy hired Dean every summer since he was fifteen.

He had just stepped in the door when Deannoticed him. He got the biggest grin at the sight of him and Felix knew it wasstupid because they had been dating close to a year but he felt himself blush alittle from Dean just looking at him that way.

“There he is!” Dean exclaimed excitedlybefore waving him over. 

It was a few days later and Felix wastaking the long way to Dean’s place so he could pick up a couple of pizzas onthe way. He parked his Jeep in the pizza shop’s parking lot and climbed out andimmediately heard someone cursing up a storm.

Sort of impressed, Felix looked around andeventually found Eric. He was once again walking circles around his stupid pick-uptruck like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Yet again, one of his tireswas obviously extremely flat.

This time when Felix walked past he wasn’tso silent. “Two flat tires in one week,” he commented, and he didn’t even tryto hide how he was gloating, “That fucking sucks.”

Eric stopped in his primitive pacing athis words and looked to find their source. The moment he saw Felix the panicover his car left his face, and he snared at Felix. “Fuck you, fag.”

It wasn’t the first time Felix had beencalled that word. It wasn’t even the first time he had been called that byEric. He wouldn’t lie and say that it didn’t bother him a little but he sure ashell wasn’t going to let that show. He just gave an amused laugh. “Right backat you, asshole,” he exclaimed with the mockery of a friendly wave.

 It was a week later when Felix had yetanother run-in with Eric, or at least his car, although this one was a fair bitmore interesting. He was being dragged to the store with his dad to help pickup food for Christmas even though Felix wasn’t sure who his father thoughtwould be cooking. His dad wasn’t much of a cook and Felix had no skills in thekitchen.

The whole trip was really just an excusefor his dad to talk to him about college when Felix had no choice but to sitand listen. Leonard had been pushing the University of Vermont since the startof the year because it would be “close to family”. Felix had prettysuccessfully pacified him on the topic by agreeing to apply even though he hadno intention of going there. Why did he care about applying anyways? He wasn’tthe one paying the application fees.

It was all good until his guidancecounselor had to tell his dad that he could have a real shot of getting intoMIT if he would only apply. Leonard hadn’t been able to shut up about it since,and he played like it was because of the opportunity and the pride of his songoing to such a prestigious school. That wasn’t the real reason at all. Thereal reason was Boston was about as far from California and Dean as he couldget. Felix wasn’t going to MIT and he wasn’t going to apply to pacify hisfather, so he was doomed to endless conversations about it.

It felt like it took hours to get to thestore even though the store was only ten minutes from their house. As soon ashis dad parked, Felix jumped out of the car and started for the front entrance.As he turned the corner, he heard the sound of glass shattering. It was enoughto catch his attention and the source was easy enough to find.

Eric’s stupid pick-up truck was parked ina handicapped spot out in front of the store. This time Eric was nowhere insight, and instead, there were two girls standing next to it surrounded by theglitter of broken glass from one of Eric’s windows.

One of the girls was tall with her hairpulled into a braid that rested over one shoulder while the other was a bitshorter with mocha skin and a halo of dark curls. Both girls were wearingpurple t-shirts and jeans. They were bickering amongst themselves, so Felix wassure they hadn’t noticed them, and they really didn’t need to. He recognizedthem immediately: Nico’s sister and the Roman girl.

That was an interesting development. Heknew the two were known to be protective of Nico and he assumed that extendedto Will. Eric certainly had been an asshole to him as well. He guessed theywere getting a little revenge.

That was definitely a cause he couldsupport.

“Ladies,” Felix greeted casually as hewalked past, “Keep up the good work.”

[appliedvillainy]

071. Where’s my son.

(It’s a weekend. Scott Parker is baking muffins in the kitchen when he hears a loud old car pulling into the driveway outside. He rushes to the window.)

Scott: Shit. Shitshitshit.

(Vitya, in the living room, furtively sneaks a peek through the curtains.)

Vitya: Is that him?

(A man gets out of the car. He’s older than Scott, and bigger, but he definitely looks enough like Scott to be his dad.)

Scott (pulling his apron off): Go t’ your room, Vee.

Vitya: You’re fucking dreaming.

Scott: I’m not kidding, go!

(Vitya responds by going to the door.)

Scott: Oh my god, don’t.

(When the knock comes at the door, Vitya opens it without missing a beat.)

Vitya: Sorry, we’re not interested in switching insurance carriers, internet service providers, or religions at this time.

(Vitya goes to slam the door, but Scott’s dad stops the door with his foot.)

Orson: Where’s my son.

Vitya: Too busy having a life without you in it.

(Orson forces the door open, knocking Vitya on his ass. Orson Parker steps into the house. He’s imposing. He looks terrifyingly like Scott, but broader and more severe. His eyes land right on Scott, as Scott rushes to help Vitya to his feet.)

Orson: There y’ are. Can’tcha say hey t’ your old man?

Scott: Oh, uh. Hey dad. Nice seein’ ya’.

Orson: Got any coffee? I been on th’ road for ages.

Scott: Y-yeah. Yeah. I’ll make some.

(Scott goes back to the kitchen, while Orson sits on the couch. Vitya looks a little baffled, then follows Scott.)

Vitya (whispering): I’ll tell him to leave.

Scott (likewise): ‘n what’d be th’ point? He ain’t gonna listen.

Vitya: I’ll make him leave.

Scott: You can’t.

Vitya: We can’t just--just give him coffee and make small talk, Scott.

Scott: Maybe he’ll jus’ leave on his own, you know? We jus’ play nice ‘n he’ll go.

Vitya: He came way too far just to say hi and leave, and you know that.

(Scott goes quiet as he watches the coffee drip. The oven timer goes off. He takes a tray of muffins out.)

Scott: Can we uh. Tell ‘im you made the muffins.

Vitya: What, he doesn’t even like you baking?

Scott: Says it’s for sissies ‘n women.

(Vitya gives him a look.)

Scott: I didn’t say he’s right, ‘m jus’ sayin’ that’s what he thinks!

Vitya: Do you not see how insane this is? You got away from this, Scott. All the--the walking on eggshells, trying to appease this asshole. You got away!

Scott: Yeah, ‘n he fuckin’ followed me here!

Vitya: And that’s why we have to make him leave.

(Scott pours a cup of coffee, considers the muffins for a moment, then goes out to the living room without grabbing one. He gives Orson the coffee.)

Orson: That’s what I’m talkin’ about. (He takes a long sip) Now go on. Pack up your things.

Scott: What?

Orson: We’re goin’ home. Go pack.

Scott: No, I-- what?

Orson (rolling his eyes): Stopped at a gas station ‘n saw this.

(He reaches into his jacket. Scott instinctively flinches. Orson produces a tabloid, with Apollo on the cover. Scott takes it.)

Orson: Th’ media writes this kinda filth about you ‘n you ain’t burned ‘em all down yet? ‘M downright ashamed for ya’.

(Scott skims through the articles, while Vitya looks over his shoulder. It’s a bunch of stuff about Apollo’s escapades at some nightclub. Scott would chuckle and brag, if he were with any other company. As it is, he looks at Vitya, then at his dad.)

Scott: I ain’t goin’ nowhere.

Orson: Like hell. Y’ ain’t ready t’ handle things on your own.

Scott: ‘m doin’ fine, dad.

Orson: Clearly you ain’t.

(Scott looks at the tabloid again and takes a deep breath.)

Scott: Ain’t nothin’ in this rag’t ain’t true.

Orson: That rag says you’re out… gayin’ it up.

Scott: Yeah.

(Orson stands. Scott makes a distinct effort not to shrink back.)

Orson: You tellin’ me you’re some kinda fag?

Scott: No--I mean, yeah... Yeah! Not jus’ any kinda fag. ‘M a pansexual, aromantic, rainbow-flag-flyin’ motherfucker. I was on a float ‘n las’ year’s pride parade. I run support groups ‘n ev’rything! (He grins, because holy shit he’s actually telling the old man off) ‘n that good smell? ‘S th’ fuckin’ muffins I jus’ baked!

(Scott takes a step back, but only so he can high-five Vitya.)

Vitya: You’d better get out of here. The gay is contagious, don’t you know?

Orson: So what’re you, then? You two fuckin’?

Vitya: What? Hell no. Scott and I aren’t--We’re--

(Scott realizes what Vitya’s about to say too late to stop him from saying it.)

Vitya: We’re brothers.

(Orson backhands Vitya, hard. Vitya hits the ground. Then he does the same to Scott, and kicks Scott for good measure. Scott curls up.)

Orson: Is this what you’re doin’? Jus’--Jus’ findin’ any ol’ asshole t’ call your brother?!

Scott: No! No! That ain’t--

Orson (continuing to kick Scott): Your brother is dead, Scott!

Scott: I know, I know!

Orson: He’s dead ‘cause’f you, you selfish li’l prick!

(Scott goes silent, still curled up in a ball, trying to protect his face.)

Vitya: Get the fuck away from him.

(Orson looks up at Vitya. Vitya’s face is going to be one huge bruise later, but for now he’s got death in his eyes.)

Vitya: Get away from him, and walk out that door.

(Orson tries to throw a punch, but a spike of ice appears from the floor and catches his fist. He breaks his fist free, looks at it, the ice, and Vitya.)

Orson: This ain’t over.

(He turns and leaves, slamming the door behind him. His loud-ass car starts, and Vitya listens as it drives away. He sits down next to Scott.)

Vitya: Are you okay?

(Scott sniffles, but doesn’t answer. Vitya considers the elephant in the room, and decides it isn’t the time.)

Vitya: I didn’t know you run a support group.

(Scott shifts a little. He responds slowly.)

Scott: ‘s for aro people.

Vitya: That’s really nice.

Scott: We meet on Sundays.

Vitya: What kind of turnout do you get?

Scott: Not a lot, but they’re good people.

(Vitya nods. Scott’s quiet for a moment before he pulls himself up to a sitting position, making pained noises as he does. Vitya reaches over and puts an ice-cold hand on Scott’s face. Ice powers come in handy sometimes.)

Vitya: I’m proud of you.

Scott: He’s gonna kill us.

Vitya: We’ll get through this.

(Scott groans.)

Scott: ‘m gonna need more ice.

Vitya: Will some ice-cold spooning do the trick?

Scott: It might.

Vitya: Just don’t make it weird.

Scott: Y’ jus’ beat me to it.

(Vitya pulls Scott in for a hug. He presses his body against Scott’s back, using his powers to ensure he’s the right temperature to be a giant ice pack.)

Scott: Thanks.

(Scott sits there silently. After a few minutes Vitya realizes that he’s crying. Vitya continues hugging him, petting his hair and making soothing noises.)

--End: Episode seventy-one.

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do u have any headcanons abt the rfa going to pride? :0

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH ASDFGHJKL;’

 Zen-

 -He was a tiny bit uncomfortable at first but he was okayafter a little bit.

 -He still didn’t care very much for it though.

 -Of course he supports everyone, but everyone looking at himmade him uncomfortable.

 -He sighed a lot loudly, “MC, God made a mistake when makingme... everyone’s always staring. Why am I just so... perfect?” And he heavedanother sigh.

 -He got really upset when he saw a really mean Christiangroup protesting the parade and shouting mean things.

 -He was there for MC, but that wouldn’t stop him fromdefending everyone else trying to have a nice time as well.

 -”I can’t believe they wanna waste their time like this. Ifthey hate these people trying to be happy so much, why do they even waste theirtime coming???”

 -He walked right up to a pretty fit looking older manholding up a sign reading “GOD HATES FAGS”

 -”Sir, can you please put that sign down?” The man ignoredZen at first...

 -It got really hard to ignore him after about half a secondthough... the man shouted “FAGS BURN IN HELL” and before anyone knew it, he wasface to face with Zen’s fist. Er.... face to fist. Heh...heh...

 -”THEY’RE JUST TRYING TO HAVE A NICE TIME STOP WASTING YOURTIME IF YOU HATE THEM ALL SO DAMN MUCH”

 -Cue the round of applause from all the LGBTQ and supportersaround.

 -Zen took a bow, then took MC’s hand and smiled at them

 -Zen sighed happily this time, swinging MC’s hand in his asthe two walked away from the now unconscious bigot and his friends panickingover him.

 -”Hey MC, look! It’s one of my coworkers from the JalapenoTopping musical! Let’s go say hi!” And he led MC to his old coworker where theycontinued to have a gay old time.

 Yoosung-

 “Um... um, MC are you sure I should go... um... I don’tknow... my guild members might need me.”

 -MC had to beg him to come. Poor baby wasn’t against LGBTpeople at all, he was just scared they might not like him since he’s straight.

 -”Yoosung it’’ll be fiiinneeee! Come on, you’re not gonnalet me go by myself are you? What’ll I do without my big man to protect me?” That’sright MC, work the puppy dog eyes.

 -”Uhhh... Okay I’ll go.” He obliged and MC kissed him on thecheek.

 “Yay! That’s my big strong man!”

 -Once they got there Yoosung was also a bit uncomfortable atfirst, but warmed up pretty soon.

 -There was a surprising amount of his guild members there.

 -”Oh, uh hey guys,” Yoosung waved to a group of them hangingout before he remembered where he was, “ Oh, um I’m here for my girlfriend. Ah.Um... I’m straight!” Bless him, his face was so red.

 -”Hey Yoosung! Our hero! Whats up?” They smiled and laughed,walking over to Yoosung and MC, continuing to jokingly mock him.

 -“Oh,um, we’re here for our boyfriends. Hahaha... We’regay!” Everyone had a big laugh together and then everyone introduced each other.

 -Some of his guild members were actually not gay.

  -There were seven ofthem there.

 -Two of them were gay, dating each other.

 -One was pansexual with his transgender girlfriend, who was notin the guild, but still a lovely person of course!

 -Three of them were bisexual or pansexual and polyamorous,all dating each other.

 -And the seventh guild member was genderfluid, working agirl day. She was single and just there to have a fun time with her friends.

-Yoosung felt a lot more comfortable after running intothem, and they all hanged out together the rest of the parade.

 Seven-

-OH BOY

-OHHH BOI

-I mean, he’s not gay??? But under the right circumstanceshe sure knows how to act it.

-“Girl, this is so much fun. OH MY GOD, MC!!! CAN WE PLEASEGET SOME RAINBOW FLAGS TO WAVE AROUND AND OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUN I WISH I WASGAY!”

-Ran into some people who… weren’t very fond of Seven

-He didn’t tell MC who they were, but MC guessed they werefrom some hacker organization and Seven had somehow managed to make them hatehim.

-They almost started a fight with him, but he was able toconvince them to chill out

-“Guys, I’m sorry. But listen, we’re at Pride… I’m heretrying to have a nice time with by boy- I mean my girlfriend. I’m sure you allare trying to enjoy yourselves too. So let’s just save this for another time.Have a nice day!”

-He took MC’s hand and led her away from the angry guys

-He bought so much food omfg

-I mean it’s not like he ate like twenty bags of HBC beforecoming but whatever

-Bought so many rainbow things

-“What? MC, we need these. God, not to keep for ourselves!We’re just getting them decorate Jumin’s office with later.” He smiled widelyas he obtained the 14th rainbow colored pin which he probablyplanned to pin onto all of Jumin’s clothes.

-Every now and then he’d just scream, “DOES JUMIN HAN ISGAY?”

Jumin-

-“MC, I really don’t see the need to attend this. It willonly cause the… rumor… to spread even further. And I have work anyway.”

-Took weeks of convincing him to go with MC.

-He finally obliged, reluctantly.

-MC promised to make out with him every chance they got,just to make sure everyone know JUMIN HAN DOES NOT IS GAY

-Ran into Seven…

“Heyyy Jumin!! I guess the rumor is true! Oh boy, I couldsell this story… make so much money.”

-Jumin pretty much ignored this “threat” as it had been madeseveral times before and he knew Seven would never actually do it.

-“Seven, please go and enjoy your time elsewhere. We’re verybusy.”

-“Busy doing what?”

-At this moment, Jumin grabbed MC and started kissing hervery… passionately.

-Seven got the idea right away and decided to leave the two

-But not without saying his goodbyes

-“Bye MC, bye Jumin. Ahem, DOES JUMIN HAN IS GAAAYYYYY” Hecarried the “GAAAAYYYY” out until you could no longer hear him, at which pointJumin stopped kissing MC.

-“Ahem.” Jumin cleared his throat.

-Another half an hour passed of watching floats, paparazzitrying to catch Jumin in a gay moment, paparazzi failing to do so because hewas too busy making out with MC.

-“Well, this has been eventful,” he said, checking hisphone, “Assisstant Kang has called me 19 times. I think it’s time we left.”

-MC didn’t even try to protest, this wasn’t as fun as it hadbeen in past years.

Jaehee-

-Oh boy, you’d think she’d be super shy and quiet butsurround this girl with a bunch of gays and fellow bisexuals and she’ll comeout of her shell

-Not by a lot, but she was definitely perfectly okay witheverything

-Held MC’s hand, sneaking in a kiss every few minutes whilewatching floats pass by

-Sang along with whatever songs she knew that were playing

-She tried to make out with MC like every two minutes. Shedidn’t have very many chances to be so openly in a gay relationship MC inpublic, so when given the opportunity, damn did she take it.

-Surprisingly, there were several of her coworkers theretoo!

-“Rachel, Amy!” Jaehee yelled, waving to her coworkers toget their attention and they came over

-“Hey Jaehee, is this your girlfriend? Goodness she’s justas pretty as you say she is… all the time,” one of them looked at MC and smiledwidely

-“Jaehee never stops talking about you! And it looks likeshe has good reason to do so as well! Jaehee, she’s so cute!”

-MC assumed they were probably trying to mess with Jaehee,and Jaehee thought the same. Both MC and Jaehee held each others’ hand a littletighter.

-Jaehee smiled, “Well, it was nice talking. See you onMonday! Bye!” She gave you a quick kiss before leading Mc away from them.

-Overall had the best time of their lives. Went home feelingsuper happy, or how they said in the olden days, feeling super gay!

[bountyofbeads]

A 12-year-old black girl walking home from school. Gay pals leaving a bar.

A Trump family friend watching TV.

A Muslim veteran driving to work.

In 2018, they all became victims of a record-setting year of hatred in D.C.

By Michael E. Miller  | Published August 21, 2019 | Washington Post | Posted August 21, 2019 1:58 PM ET |

The girl had tutoring after class that day, so she was alone as she left Alice Deal Middle School and began walking the mile to her apartment.

“Mommy,” the 12-year-old said on her cellphone. “I’m on my way home.”

But as the black seventh-grader turned down a quiet street in Northwest Washington, she said, she noticed a white man watching her. When he began walking her way, the girl crossed to the other side of the road. She had just ducked under the low bough of a magnolia tree when she heard something behind her.

As she turned, the man lunged at her, she recalled.

The girl fell on her back in a stranger’s front yard, screaming as the man pinned her down.

“Shut the f--- up, n-----,” he said, according to a police report.

The girl said she was able to hit him in the face and kick him in the groin. As he rolled off her, she sprinted home, sobbing.

“I thought I wasn’t going to see my mom ever again,” said the girl, whom The Washington Post agreed not to name because she is a child and a crime victim.

The Nov. 28 incident was one of a record 204 suspected hate crimes in the capital last year. The true number is probably higher because, experts say, many hate crimes are not reported to police. Even so, the District has the highest rate per capita of any major city in the United States, according to Brian Levin, director of the Center for the Study of Hate and Extremism at California State University at San Bernardino.

As reports of hate crimes have surged across the country, much of the attention has been focused onwhite-supremacy-inspired mass shootings in Pittsburgh and El Paso and an attack by an avowed neo-Nazi in Charlottesville.

In Washington, the arrest of a self-professed white nationalist allegedly plotting with his brother to spark a race war made national headlines. Meanwhile, the reported attack on the seventh-grader — just two weeks later and a few miles away — received no media coverage. That was true of the vast majority of suspected hate crimes in the District in 2018.

The Washington Post examined all 204 incidents investigated by police as hate crimes, interviewing two dozen victims and several suspects. What emerged was a portrait of pervasive bigotry and violence: gay men and women assaulted on the street, transgender people threatened by strangers, African Americans taunted with slurs, Muslims harassed for wearing headscarves, synagogues subjected to anti-Semitic calls.

Roughly half were violent crimes ranging from robbery to sexual abuse to assault, which was the most common offense.

Yet most suspected hate crimes go unpunished in the District. Despite a strong push by police to identify and investigate bias-motivated incidents, there were no arrests in roughly two-thirds of the cases, The Post found. Of the adult suspects identified, just 55 faced charges of any kind. None has been convicted of a hate crime.

D.C. police say the seemingly random nature of some hate crimes can make arrests difficult, and racist or anti-Semitic graffiti can be tough to trace to a culprit. “We have a robust and comprehensive process,” said Lt. Brett Parson, commander of the Special Liaison Branch, which investigates suspected hate crimes.

Jessie K. Liu, the U.S. Attorney for the District of Columbia, said in a statement Tuesday that her office takes hate crimes “very seriously” and recently added a second coordinator to prosecute them. “We continue to work closely with the Metropolitan Police Department to investigate these cases, and with victims to pursue justice in them,” she said.

The city’s year of hatred began in January with a ride-share that descended into racist violence. It ended 12 months later in an alley, where a bisexual man was assaulted with a frying pan. In between, simmering biases boiled over on a near-daily basis. Road rage accelerated into racism. Roommates threatened to kill one another over politics. An elevator ride ended with one neighbor’s hands around another’s neck.

“It’s always the same with you Spanish, Latin American people,” one female Lyft passenger allegedly told another on Jan. 17, 2018, before punching her in the face. “You come to this country and steal from us.”

Nearly half of the victims belonged to the District’s large LGBTQ community. There was also a surge of partisan hatred in the most political of cities as supporters of President Trump were attacked and his critics received death threats.

Many people who track hate crimes see a connection between Trump’s ugly political rhetoric aimed at immigrants and people of color and what has been unleashed in communities across the country.

“Look at the environment that our nation’s leaders have created,” said Bobbi Strang, president of the District’s Gay and Lesbian Activists Alliance. “Everywhere people are feeling empowered to say and act according to their worst impulses.”

Or as Levin put it: “We are seeing a democratization of hate.”

Michael Creason and Zach Link were drinking at the Dirty Goose — a gay bar on U Street just two miles from the White House — when Link decided it was time to order his friend a ride home.

It was about 12:30 a.m. on Sunday, April 15, 2018. As the two walked hand-in-hand on the busy sidewalk toward an Uber, a group of men bumped into Creason. When Link followed them and demanded to know why they had jostled his friend, the group attacked.

“You f------ fags,” one of the men said, before punching Link in the face.

As a bystander filmed on her cellphone, two men punched and kicked Link as he lay on the ground. When Creason tried to help him, a third man blindsided him with a blow to the back of the head.

“What’s going on?” said the woman filming, as Link spat out his teeth and Creason lay unconscious in the street.

The video of the attack went viral. For the LGBTQ community, it was a reminder that this city of 700,000 people, often viewed as one of America’s most gay-friendly, is also home to more reports of homophobic hate crimes than almost anywhere in the country.

The 61 anti-gay and 33 anti-transgender incidents investigated by D.C. police last year easily eclipse those in the 18 other big cities Levin has studied, including New York, with 8.5 million people, and Los Angeles, with 4 million.

How the targets of hatred vary from city to city

The victims of suspected hate crimes often reflect the makeup of their city, as D.C., with a large LGBT community, and New York, with a large Jewish population, demonstrate.

Washington D.C.

Sexual orientation 61

Race 39

Ethnicity 36

Gender identity 33

Religion 25

New York

Jewish 189

Black 45

Sexual orientation 45

Muslim 18

White 17

San Francisco

Race or ethnicity 38

Sexual orientation 16

Religion 9

Gender nonconformity 2

Multiple bias motivations 1

Seattle

Gay or lesbian 34

Black 24

White 12

Jewish 6

Asian 6

Note: Hate crimes based on each city’s classification. The Post categorized some incidents differently than D.C. Police.

Source: Washington figures based on a Post analysis of D.C. police data. Other cities based on data from the Center for the Study of Hate and Extremism; California State University, San Bernardino

One reason may be the sheer size of the District’s LGBTQ community — about 10 percent of the city’s residents. Police also attribute the record number of attacks to better reporting and closer relations between law enforcement and gay and transgender residents.

Activists agree but also say the climate is worse now than it was a few years ago.

“We see the evidence in hate-crime statistics,” said Strang, the gay and lesbian alliance president, “and we see the evidence in viral YouTube videos.”

In 2018, a gay man was threatened in the locker room of his gym. A woman came home to find her gay pride flag smeared with feces. A lesbian was called a “dyke” and body slammed by her own brother who said “if she wanted to act like a man, he would treat her like a man,” according to a police report.

Rudolph Williams was dancing at a nightclub on Feb. 3, 2018, when another clubgoer asked him to move. Williams, who is openly gay, responded that he was “just listening to the music.”

Suddenly, he said, he was struck in the head with a champagne bottle.

“I felt the warmth of the blood run down my face,” he recalled, and the man who wanted him to move laughed. “He said, ‘You faggy motherf-----.’ That’s when I knew it was deliberate,” Williams said.

Transgender men and women also were frequent targets of abuse, especially those who were homeless.

In September, Kristen Laird was settling in for another night near Dupont Circle when she was approached by a man who asked whether she was a man or a woman. When Laird said she was transsexual, Mickey Crawford — who was also homeless and has a long criminal record, including a sexual assault conviction — demanded sex. When she refused, Crawford said he would come back later and rape her.

“I get harassed on a fairly consistent basis,” Laird told The Post. “But this last one scared me.”

A week earlier, she and her partner had been hit by a teenager wielding a bicycle helmet. Neither incident was prosecuted as a hate crime. Crawford, who pleaded guilty and said he had a drinking problem, was sentenced to 180 days’ time served.

Another transgender woman at a homeless shelter downtown found a piece of paper in her locker that read: “BITCH THIS WOMEN’S SHELTER LEAVE BEFORE WE KILL YOU, FAGGOT.”

Transgender people were pistol-whipped and spit upon, attacked while taking out the trash and visiting the library. In December, the National Center for Transgender Equality received three threats in less than 24 hours, including one promising to “rid the earth of scum and garbage like you.”

Each incident reverberated through a tightknit community still reeling from the death of Deeniquia “Dee Dee” Dodds, a transgender woman who was killed during a 2016 armed robbery.

After the attack on U Street, Creason woke up in a hospital bed with no memory of the incident. Then someone sent him the video.

“It’s not a fun experience to see yourself dropped like a rag doll in the middle of the street,” Creason told The Post. He sent the video to the police, who released images of the suspects, along with a plea for relevant information.

None came. The attack is one of 128 suspected hate crimes that remain unsolved.

On a Saturday evening in October, a man with an assault rifle walked into a Pittsburgh synagogue and opened fire, shouting "All Jews must die." By the time he was arrested, 11 people were dead.

Two days later, before the victims of America’s deadliest anti-Semitic attack had been buried, the phone rang at the Washington Hebrew Congregation.

“I’m so glad that 11 people died at the other temple,” the caller told a receptionist. “I wanted you to know.”

Anti-Semitic hate crimes are on the rise across the country. In Washington, the call on Oct. 29, 2018, was one of 17 suspected anti-Semitic hate crimes last year, according to The Post’s analysis of police reports.

Most of those involved swastikas scrawled in visible locations: a store window in Georgetown, a mailbox downtown, the girls’ bathroom at an elite private high school. One man walked out of his house on a wintry morning in Chevy Chase to find the Nazi symbol freshly drawn in the frost.

Police also investigated reports of seven anti-Muslim incidents — up from two in 2017 — and one anti-Hindu incident, The Post found.

In October, a man came to the headquarters of the Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR) and started yelling, “I hate Muslims,” according to a police report. When asked to leave, he made a throat-cutting gesture at a receptionist.

A deaf student at Gallaudet University reported being stalked for months online by a man who mocked her for being Muslim and told her “Trump is going to kill you.”

“I blocked him again and again, but he kept coming back every time, making new Instagram accounts,” the student told The Post via a sign-language interpreter. “He was constantly messaging me, every day, 10 to 15 times.”

The Post generally does not identify the victims of crimes without their permission. The student, who did not want to be named, said she had grown up in New York City, where she had been threatened with a gun after the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks. But nothing had shaken her like her Instagram stalker.

“Anytime I go outside, I feel like I’m constantly looking behind my back,” she said. “Being Muslim and deaf, I feel like I can’t trust anyone.”

Sarah Amer, a Palestinian American, was driving to work in downtown Washington in June 2018 when she spotted a woman panhandling on the side of road. As Amer rolled down her window to give her money, the woman noticed Amer’s hijab.

“You f------ terrorist,” the woman screamed, according to Amer. “Go back to your country.”

Then the woman began hitting Amer’s car with a shoe.

Amer drove away and reported what happened to the police. But that incident and others she has endured cut deep for the Air Force and Peace Corps veteran. She recently stopped wearing her hijab, a decision that led some family members and friends to question her faith.

“After years of abuse — mental, emotional and physical — now I’m in the clear,” she said. “If this brings judgment, it’s between me and God.”

There was no such option for the synagogues that started receiving threats in March 2018. The first target was Tifereth Israel Congregation . Then a male caller threatened to sexually assault a female employee at the National Synagogue across the street.

In October, after the deadly attack on the synagogue in Pittsburgh, the Washington Hebrew Congregation received a flurry of voice mails that said: “Go [to] hell Jew,” “Hitler’s trash” and “F--- your Torah,” according to court records.

The calls finally stopped in November with the arrest of a mentally troubled man named Yohanes Lemma.

Lemma is no white supremacist. This spring, the Ethio­pian immigrant welcomed a reporter into his small apartment in Takoma Park, Md., full of plastic flowers and photos of his wife. As his 4-year-old son watched videos on a cellphone and ate ice cream, Lemma described moving to the United States in 2006 after winning the green-card lottery.

A devout Christian and now a U.S. citizen, Lemma said he never had a problem with Jews in Ethi­o­pia. But a few years ago, he said, he began to feel a strange sensation in the back of his head.

“I feel the Jewish people attack me and my son,” he said.

Lemma admitted to leaving the threatening messages, including the call he made two days after the Pittsburgh massacre.

“I made a mistake,” he said. “I didn’t know this was a crime because I am a foreigner.”

A few weeks after speaking to The Post, Lemma pleaded guilty to one count of misdemeanor stalking — not a hate crime — and on May 3 received a suspended sentence of 365 days and five years’ probation, which includes mental health screening.

But Lemma also told The Post that he still thought his family was somehow under attack from Jews, adding that next time, instead of threatening synagogues, “maybe I will go to the police station.”

The man was watching his friend Tucker Carlson on TV, texting the conservative talk show host during commercial breaks, when he heard a bang.

As Carlson railed against a migrant caravan, the man walked to the front of his townhouse, where he could hear someone shouting. When he looked outside, he said, he saw about half a dozen people pelting his home with rocks.

As he dialed 911, the glass door suddenly shattered.

The rock had “F--- TRUMP” written on it.

“This has been nonstop,” said the man, a GOP donor and Trump family friend who The Post agreed not to name because he was the victim of a crime.

“I am probably going to have to move out of D.C.,” he said. “I’m not safe.”

The incident in mid-November was one of 10 politically fueled hate-crime reports last year, according to D.C. police. Washington is one of the few cities in the country that counts political affiliation as a basis for hate crimes.

Victims include the famous and the ordinary, conservatives and liberals.

In March 2018, a preschool teacher was waiting in line at a taco restaurant near Dupont Circle when she interrupted two women as they criticized the president.

“I support Donald Trump,” said the teacher, who said she still fears for her safety and asked not to be named. As an argument erupted, the teacher began filming on her phone. Seconds later, the two women attacked her, breaking her finger and bursting a blood vessel in her eye, she said. Her video of the assault went viral as conservative websites cited it as an example of liberal intolerance.

A year later, the teacher told The Post she is still paying off her hospital bills and seeing a therapist.

A Latina, she said she voted for Barack Obama and then Hillary Clinton in 2016, before taking a shine to Trump after the election. But she said the attack — committed by two black women who were not apprehended — had left her wary of African Americans.

“I’m dealing with a lot of trauma and anger,” she said. “If I see a group of people who are black, it’s like I can’t say anything anymore because it’s like they are going to attack me.”

“I don’t want to think that way,” she said.

Most of the reported incidents came within a month or so of the midterm election. Only one has led to an arrest, police records show.

On Oct. 26, a letter arrived at the D.C. office of Gara LaMarche, president of the progressive Democracy Alliance.

“I know who you are, what you look like, where you work, where you live, and what you drive,” the letter said, according to a police report. “I’m an ex-Army Ranger who has access to classified information about everyone in this country. . . . So, I think I’ll pay you a visit soon. What do you think will happen then? Trust me — it will be the worst day in your life!”

“This was the same week pipe bombs were being sent to people” around the country, LaMarche told The Post. “The atmosphere was kind of unnerving.”

Tucker Carlson himself was the target of another politically motivated incident, police said.

Protesters calling themselves “Smash Racism D.C.” gathered outside his house the night after the midterm election to denounce his harsh anti-immigration rhetoric. Carlson wasn’t home, but his wife was. As she locked herself in the pantry and called 911, a protester with a bullhorn blasted him for “promoting hate.”

“We want you to know, we know where you sleep at night,” the person said.

Carlson’s friend, the GOP donor, said police didn’t take it seriously when his back door was smashed a week later. They ignored surveillance footage and dismissed the idea of dusting the rock for fingerprints, he said. After he offered to turn the rock over to federal law enforcement agents, the police changed their minds, he said. Police later told him the rock was too porous to test.

D.C. police said they investigated the case thoroughly, including the rock and surveillance video, but could not identify the culprits.

After the incident, the donor said, more glass was broken, patio furniture was tipped over, sandwiches were thrown at his windows, and sushi was left to rot on his grill. He didn’t call police again.

“It’s not like they said, ‘Stop bothering us,’ ” he said. “But I got the sense that they thought they had bigger things to deal with.”

Not long ago, he moved.

It wasn't until later after the police interviews — that the black middle-schooler had time to think about the slur she said her white attacker had shouted as he pinned her to the ground. She had heard the word before growing up in the District. But never like that, she said, never so full of hate and menace.

At least a dozen times last year, African Americans were called the n-word during suspected hate crimes in the District.

One man heard it as he was spit upon; another as he was attacked with a bicycle lock; a third as he was driving, when a man in a pickup truck next to him shouted it while brandishing a handgun, according to police reports.

In April 2018, a woman visiting the once-segregated Banneker swimming pool — built for blacks in 1934 — returned to her car to find her tires and seats slashed and “N-----” scrawled on the hood.

There were 75 suspected hate crimes in 2018 motivated by race or ethnicity, up from 65 in 2017, The Post found: 26 against African Americans, 24 against Hispanics, 15 against whites, six against Asians, three against people perceived to be of Arab descent and one against all nonwhites. (The Post sometimes classified the type of suspected hate crime differently than D.C. police, and counted the incidents by the year in which they occurred.)

The reports reflected an increasingly diverse city where many neighborhoods are changing, but where many prejudices persist.

An Indian woman was spat upon in a Chinese restaurant in Adams Morgan by the director of a Polish American cultural organization, according to one police report. Two Asian women were allegedly attacked on separate occasions while shopping. A woman became angry at employees at a Popeyes chicken restaurant for speaking Spanish and began throwing things at them.

Occasionally, the suspects’ language echoed that of President Trump.

A Latina told police that a stranger grabbed her buttocks near the Mall, then told her to “get out of the U.S.” and “go back to her country.” Two Hispanic men were approached on U Street late one night by two strangers who called them “MS-13,” a reference to the gang, before punching and kicking them, according to a police report.

The day after the midterm election, a Hispanic woman was crossing the street when the driver of a car told her to “Go back to Mexico,” according to another report. The woman then told the motorist, who was black, to “Go back to Africa,” prompting him to get out of his car and punch her in the mouth.

For the seventh-grader, the racist attack during her walk home from school in November deeply shook the girl , who had only recently moved to the neighborhood.

“The first three nights, she woke me up, screaming,” her mother said. “She dreamed that the man was following her again, or that he was in our house.”

The girl said she initially distanced herself from white friends. She told only one classmate about the incident.

“I don’t want people to think I’m looking for attention,” she said.

A week after she and her mother reported the attack, police suspended their investigation.

“There was no video recovered that would have assisted this case,” police said in a statement. “Cases are suspended when the detective [has] exhausted all leads.”

The girl, now 13, said what happened has shaken her faith in adults, white people and the police.

“I feel like the detective thought I was lying,” she said. “I’m not going to lie about something that traumatic.”

Peter Hermann and Julie Tate contributed to this report.