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nothingunrealistic · 2 years ago

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STATE OF NEW YORK OFFICE OF THE ATTORNEY GENERAL

CHARLES RHOADES ATTORNEY GENERAL

George Walton, State Senator: bribery and corruption, nearly $500K accepted for political actions

Jenna Cox, Assemblywoman: politically motivated blackmail, illegal recording of state affairs

Jason Collins, State Senator: tampering with a state investigation, bribery, breaking and entering state property, seizing/tampering with evidence, threatening cooperating witnesses

Ron Ambrose, Sabrina Bates, Christina [?], and Margaret Clark, State Senators: theft, misuse of public funds, and corruption; conspiracy to commit mail fraud of $87.7K

Brian Braun, State Senator: misdemeanor assault under Count 6: reckless causing physical injury; criminal threatening and verbal harassment

Ryan Beres, Keegan Black, Jack Albert, Casey Anderson, Alexander Amos, Lucas Colbert, Assemblymen: prostitution (various)

Daniel Bean, State Senator: mail fraud of $109K to finance a failed State Senate campaign

Justine Aledort, Kirsty Allen, Melissa Baker, Madeline Ballard, Assemblywomen: wire fraud, bribery

Joseph Scolari, State Senator: fabricated evidence, perjury; bribery; misuse of office resources; fraud; created fictional jobs for himself within government positions for himself for personal enrichment.

Danielle Calma, Assemblywoman: Fraudulent green card marriage, bribery of $8K for immigration status; perjury, lying to federal agents, and bankruptcy investigators

Alison Cooper, State Senator: assault (threw a cup of coffee in her aide’s eyes after a conversation about her diet), wrongful termination of assault victim, intimidation and bribery of state employees (regarding assault)

Nate Demby, State Senator: falsely accusing a homosexual man of sexual assault, libel, slander

Kevin Adams, Mary Davis, Megan Daly, Bonnie Brinberg, Assemblymen: corruption, bribery, evidence tampering

Benjamin Cartright, Assemblyman: statutory rape of a 17-year-old, public intoxication, bribery

Stephen Davidson, Ellen Buskin, State Senators: sexual harassment and attempted sexual assault

[?], Assemblyman: over 33 instances of federal bribery 2001, market manipulation

[?] State Senator: misuse of state resources (used state employees as wife’s servants)

[?], [?], [?], State Senators: extortion, racketeering, [?]

[?], Assemblyman: possession of child pornography

[?], [?], Assemblymen: [?], conspiracy to commit mail fraud

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#billions #4x05 #chuck rhoades #joe scolari

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kasewichser · 2 years ago

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crossing a line (i)

doug remer/joe cooper (?) x gender neutral scolari!reader

wc: ~1.7k words

warnings: light swearing ig, (small & LEGAL) age gap but nothing really happens right now

a/n: this is not only my first time writing for BASEketball, but writing fics in a long time. so bear with me if my characterization is off in any way. and i havent fully figured out who im writing this about, so bear with me on that too! any feedback is appreciated!!

edit: part 2 here

As a teenager, you fell in love with living “out west” somewhere. Wisconsin was lovely, yes, but tales of California filled your eyes with stars. So, you made it your goal to reach The Golden State. At fifteen, you started to work after school, saving up money from your crappy cashier job to afford out-of-state schooling. You even took a gap year to secure enough money. Unfortunately, you couldn't afford a California lifestyle even on a scholarship and with your saved-up funds. Luckily, you had applied for backup schools in the northwest. You chose a school in Seattle because you heard it was nicer than the schools in Oregon that you applied to. And that's how you ended up moving to Washington for school. It had been a hard choice and an even harder goodbye with your brother.

Despite the six-year age gap you two shared, you and Kenny were really close. He, despite his short stature, was always the protective big brother, sometimes to an extreme. And as a kid, you found it overbearing, as an adult you mostly found it endearing. While you two had kept in contact over the years, you hadn't had a chance to see him in person since you left. At first, it was because school and work kept you busy plus you figured that after the sport he and some old friends of his created, he was pretty busy himself.

But, eventually, you stopped talking to him because you dropped out of school after about a year & a half. The expenses built up, you couldn’t keep up with the workload and it was stressing you out far more than it should, so you dropped out, mid-semester. And the fear of being shamed for that decision had made you never want to return to Wisconsin. You even stopped watching Beers’ games for awhile because even seeing your brother on TV made you feel guilty. You avoided calling him, but would always answer if he called you. When he asked about school, you lie, saying it was going great, but keeping it vague. And as much as you missed your brother, you didn’t want to have to face him. But, as luck would have it, he would call you after the season had ended and arranged your coming home. He’d brought you the plane ticket and told you that you were going to be on that plane. The excitement, fear and guilt you felt was indescribable. You were excited to see him because finally it would mean the Scolari’s were back together, but the fear of disappointing your brother was immense.

Kenny had picked you up from the airport and the two of you were driving back to his place. The trip was fairly quiet as part of you didn’t want to there, but everything else was quiet as well. The road, the radio, the wind. The silence felt awkward to you, but you just telling yourself that your brother didn't notice it.

“By the way, I forgot to tell Coop and Remer you’re coming...” He explained, flashing his eyes over to you. Your eyes widened a little, recalling the names and the people attached to them. You were eleven the last time you saw them in person, but of course, you watched Beers games all the time.

When you last saw Airman and Sir Swish, It was your brother's high school graduation. You were standing with your brother when the two came over, calling Kenny ‘Squeak’. You laughed at the nickname. Your brother shot you a disappointed look. You apologized as the two men then turned their attention to you. Coop would be the first one to say something,

“So, Squeak here’s your brother?” You nodded, with a smile. Coop, you noted, had blue eyes, something you always wanted because you thought they were cool. Remer, whos hair was his most defining feature, then butted in,

“What’s it like having ol’ Squeak here as your brother?” Kenny rolled his eyes and tried to pull you away from the conversation. But you, the stubborn kid you were, refused to move. At the time, high schoolers were so immensely cool to you. You would answer any question they had for you.

“Kenny is so cool. He’s always telling me cool facts. Like, uhm, did you know the president was in a movie?!” You beamed. It's true that you thought the world of the brother, and you said what you meant in good faith but the two older boys started laughing. Once again, your brother tugged at your arm, signalling he wanted to leave.

“If you guys are gonna be assholes, I’m leaving.” Kenny snapped. Coop and Remer minimized their laughing. Remer then patted your head lovingly, and smiled,

“You’re a good one, kid. You want a cool nickname like your brother here?” You were star struck at the offer and excitedly nodded yes. High schoolers were cool after all. Your brother was protesting but you didn’t care. The two teens looked at you for a moment before Remer spoke again,

“How about Pip. As in Pipsqueak?”

“Nah dude, that's too close to Squeak.” Coop gestured to your brother.

“Thats the point dude.” Remer rebutted. Coop was about to argue back when you spoke up, saying you really liked it. Kenny, Coop and Remer all shared a glance.

“Well then, nice meeting you Pip.”

“You think they’d remember me?” You question after a moment. Kenny shrugs his shoulders as he pulls into a driveway for his shared house.

“Guess we’ll see.” He opens the door and gets out of the car. You follow suit and walk back to the car’s trunk where your luggage is. Ken unlocks the trunk, but as you go to grab your luggage, he hits your hand away. You nod and offer a quick thanks as he pulls them out. You look at the house, taking it in. It’s nothing spectacular but it’s certainly larger than any home you’ve been in. Above the garage is a hoop, presumably for baseketball games between the three men who reside in the home. You’ve fallen behind your brother who’s now waiting on the doorstep, luggage next to him with keys in hand. You rush over to him and watch as he unlocks the door.

It swings open revealing a fairly large and nice room. Guess basketball was more profitable than you first thought. Directly to your right is a living room with a TV, a couch and a small coffee table. It was messy; beer cans scattered across the floor, what was likely day-old dishes on the table. A dust-covered VCR next to a pile of VHS tapes. The living room was clearly lived in, but the kitchen directly ahead of you was a different story; it looked unused. As much as you disagreed with stereotypes, three men living alone having a clean kitchen didn't strike you as odd. Your brother sighed in relief, seemingly glad his roommates-slash-friends-slash teammates were MIA. You pulled your luggage inside across the threshold as you took in the new environment.

“You’re staying in my room. No arguing about it!” You jokingly pouted but nodded. Kenny guided you to his room. It was down a small hallway. When he opened the door, you saw it was fairly basic. He had a few honours from his ongoing career as a professional baseketball star and some photos of the family scattered around, but it was otherwise unimpressive. You threw the luggage on the bed and trying to decide if you wanted to unpack it when a voice from behind startled you.

“Holy shit!” You hadn’t expected to recognize it as easily as you did. You were greeted by the tall and lanky Doug Remer. Of course, you’ve seen him on TV since you watch a lot of Beers' games, but he looked different than your memories. It was like he was a new person somehow. Maybe it was the height, something which once was very noticeable between the two of you, but now so much. There was something just…different, and not in a bad way either. You offered a small wave to the man who gave a huge smile in return.

“Lil Pip, all grown up.” You joked. It was surprising, but the familiarity of being back with him was comforting. It was another reminder of a past you missed. Remer just stood there unsure of what to say. You offered a smile to Doug, and he replied with two finger guns. You giggled before Kenny, quickly butted in,

“Remer, if you try anything, I’ll make sure you regret it.” Always the defensive brother. You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Of course, during one of your phone calls, you’d heard about the playboy that was Doug Remer. Kenny complained all the time about Remer hooking up with random chicks and even making out with a few guys a couple times. But you also knew that sometimes Kenny would embellish stories as a way of “protecting you”. Regardless, you figured Doug wasn’t stupid enough to pull anything with you, knowing how it would upset Kenny. And after all, any bad blood between the team was bad for the game. Remer, in response to your brother’s threat, raised his hands up defensively and walked off without saying another word.

“Ken, you didn’t need to do that. I promise I can handle myself.” You said after you were certain Doug was out of hearing range. Your brother apologized but you could still tell it was bugging him. Even though most of the time, the protective act was endearing, this was certainly not one of those times. As you pulled your luggage off the bed (you weren’t going to unpack, that was a lot of effort), you asked your brother a question,

“What would you do if I did hook up with him—or Coop?” It was mostly to see his reaction. It was a fun thought experiment. Kenny tensed up and responded with mostly stammering and confused tones. You laughed, both at the notion AND Kenny’s reaction, and you saw him relax instantly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll behave myself, Ken. Besides, he’s not even that good-looking.”

#baseketball #joe cooper x reader #doug remer x reader #trey parker #matt stone #matt stone x reader #trey parker x reader #joe cooper #doug remer #squeak scolari

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