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curtsycream · 3 months

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bro PLEASEEE WRITE any poly 141 smut x reader i’ll DIEEE

Sons Of Anarchy AU

President!Price x Bartender!Reader x Prospect!Gaz

Hints at Vice-President!Simon x Reader, Sergeant in Arms!Soap x Reader. It’s Poly!141 x Reader all round. Reader is basically all four of their old lady she’s the HBIC tbh

I wanted to try something new and why not have them be apart of a motorcycle club/ mechanic shop owners. It’s a hot concept I couldn’t help it but here is the smut! I hope you like it <33

warnings: size kink, manhandling, threesome, blowjob, public sex, slight cock worshiping, ball play (idk a little), throat bulging, and not proofread (yikes), afab reader (its become a force of habit nowadays, thanks to my agere fics)

Putting away the last of the shot glasses on the bar counter she lets out a hum. The chime of the bell above the front door caused her to stand up. Her eyes take in John in all of his glory the MC’s President with a grin on his face.

“John, I thought you guys were heading to New Mexico for that thing with the KorTac MC?”

“Ghost and Soap went with the others, I decided to stay back.”

Placing a shot of whiskey in front of him she raises an eyebrow. She knew there was more to his story than he let on. After a few years of bartending for the MC, she pieced up on mannerisms and behaviors. “Lay it on me, boss, what’s the real reason?”

Looking from the shot to her he shakes his head, “Who’s ta say I have a reason? Maybe I just didn’t feel like going because I’m getting older.”

“Bullshit, we both know you’re as healthy as a stallion,” her focus goes back to cleaning up the bar.

“Oh, am I? Didn’t know you were my doctor,” his voice was drowned out by the sound of the bunnies entering the clubhouse.

Pointing at the door she scowls, “Out girls…y’all know not to come in here around this time.”

Her words were met with eye rolls and huffs of disappointment. It wasn’t anything new as she grew used to the disorderly behavior of the prostitutes. They were always ready to jump at the chance to be with one of the men. They assumed it would earn them a place as an old lady as long as the man they fucked had a kuttle.

“I swear it’s like they don’t give up, just last week I had to scare off a few that were hounding Roach,” she grumbled.

John folded his arms his eyes never leaving the ranting woman before him. It wasn’t a surprise that she was upset she was practically the head old lady in the MC. Aside from being a bartender, she was the support system for 141. He was sure without her being the backbone of their operations they wouldn’t have gotten so far.

“You know what I think,” he mused leaning forward on the counter. The shot glass is in his hand as he twirls the remaining sip of whiskey around. “I think you need to release some stress. When was the last time you moved away from that bar?”

The question hung heavy above her head as she covered her face with her hands. Letting out a groan she shakes her head, “Since last night the party.” The realization of just how long she had been at the clubhouse was finally catching up to her. Removing her hands from her face she looks at the man, “I think I need a break.”

“I figured as much.”

When she first thought over his words of releasing some stress she didn’t think it through. She should have known what he meant but it was too late and he was in deep.

“Keep your hands right there, darling.”

She did just that her hands didn’t move an inch from the bar counter. With each thrust her body jerked forward colliding either the counter. Her moans were ragged, her nails digging into the polished wood before her. The way John’s cock barely fit inside of her was more than a turn-on. He was only halfway in but it was still enough to leave her keening.

“You can take more of me, can’t you girl? You can take all of me if ya want to,” his voice was a rumble.

“Mm—can take more promise, boss.”

That was all it took before his hand raised her leg until it was propped on the countertop. Pulling his cock out he lined himself up with her heat again. It took everything in him not to thrust all the way in the second he felt her wetness coat his cock. “Sweet Lord..” he muttered as he slowly sank into her until he bottomed out.

“Shit..John, need more. Fuck me,” her words direct while she arched her back.

“Yes ma’am,” the roughness in his voice a reflection of his current state. The moment he got the okay he pulled out until only the tip was inside before he slammed back inside. His hands moved up the front of her body rubbing and pulling her nipples. Each sound she made was like heaven to him. She wasn’t shy that much was evident due to where they were.

Bucking his hips forward he buried his face against the side of her neck. His lips left kisses as he whispered praise to her. His words fed a primal urge inside of her, “Always fuck me so good…love your fucking cock.”

If it wasn’t for him holding her up she would have collapsed from his spurt of energy. Her words seemed to do the trick as his thrusts became faster in pace and rougher in intensity. Her grip on the counter loosened up some when she felt his tip hit her cervix repeatedly. The action causes her to clamp around him trying to milk him early.

“Like that, love how you feel inside of me,” she babbled. The words flowing from her lips slowly became nonsensical as she felt him stretch her out due to his size. It was more than enough leaving her stuffed as he grabbed her arms. A gasp left her lips as he held her arms behind her back. Each time he thrusted her body would jerk back and forth. She felt like a toy for his use as he didn’t hold back.

Closing her eyes she let out a loud moan, “‘m so close..please John needa cum. Wanna cum on your cock please,” she felt ready to burst. The warmth pooling in her lower stomach made that clear.

Grunting John leaned forward his lips near her ear, “cum then darling, make a mess on my cock for me.”

His words were her downfall as she came undone right away. All he gave her was a few seconds before he was thrusting into her again. She was still riding out her orgasm as he prepared to send her into another one. “Good girl, such a good girl for me.”

“Always, boss.”

The nickname had more of an effect on him than he would like to admit. Pulling her flush against his chest he grabbed her by the thighs. Holding her legs wide open he thrusted up into her. The sight of her gushing pussy with his cock moving in and out was on display to their invisible audience. “Oh…fuck..” she let out as her fingers moved down to her pussy as she rubbed her clit. Her fingers fast as she heard him shudder. She knew he was close it was all in the lazy strokes and his heavy breathing.

Her breathing hitched as she felt his cock pride at her spot before he came inside of her. A guttural moan left his throat at the same time that she let out a cry. Her fingers still rubbing her clit as she squirted coating her fingers and his cock in her juices.

“Fuck, that was hot.”

Looking up she noticed Gaz the man had a grin on his face. The look of lust in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by either of them.

“Am I late? Don’t tell me you forgot about me,” he asked a small pout playing at his lips.

Smiling at him she shakes her head, “never we’re just getting started.”

Her throat flexed as she took Gaz’s cock down her throat. Though he was slightly smaller in girth compared to John he made up for it in length. His hands rest on either side of her head holding her in place as he thrusted in and out of her mouth. His cock disappeared behind her lips as he watched with bated breath.

A moan ripped from her throat vibrating against his cock. His hands twitched as he groaned from the feeling. The reason behind her moans was John whose head was between her thighs. His tongue lapped at her folds sucking on the glistening skin.

Her fingers lace in his hair as he raises her hips while his tongue licks from top to bottom. Looking up at Gaz she kept her eyes on his face. His closed eyes, knit brows, and parted lips that released a sound with each thrust. Using her free hand she raises it past his length to cradle his balls. She knew her men inside and out when it came to their spots and their weaknesses. Her thumb gently runs along his balls evoking a loud groan from him. A gasp left her own lips when John’s tongue flicked her clit.

It was hard to focus as her hand continued to gently stroke and rub his balls. Her other hand twitched as she kept a loose grip on John’s hair. She took note of the signs as Gaz seemed to move slower his hips stuttering with each thrust. Slowly but surely she was coaxing his release out of him. It was in the way her hand caressed his balls and how she would bob her head forward gagging on his cock. In that same way, John’s skillful attack on her swollen cunt was leading her into another orgasm.

“Shit baby,” Gaz said as his hand rested on her throat feeling as his cock would reach the back of her throat. He was over with the second he felt it, her little noises didn’t help either. Keeping his hand on her throat he tossed his head back cumming down her throat.

She was swallowing as her eyebrows furrowed when her own orgasm came. Her thighs shook as she came with John holding her firmly in place. Even as her hips rocked forward he didn’t let up until he raised his head. Her eyes focused on him as he swallowed with a cheeky smile. The pounding in her heart was hard as she watched him move away. It allowed her to sit up a bit when Gaz finally removed his cock from her mouth. Leaning up on her knees she wipes the drool from her chin.

With the help of Gaz, she got down from the bar counter standing on her feet. The ache between her thighs filled her with a rush of adrenaline. “I think we should take this upstairs, loves…I’m sure we can find use of that shower.”

A chuckle left John as he nodded, “I like the sound of that, darling.”

Pulling her close to his side Gaz smiles, “I’m not complaining. Need to see if you can take two like Soap said.”

“I can promise you, I can take more than two,” she said with a wink before sauntering away. The two men weren’t far behind ready to try a few more things before the day ended.

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bzjohndory · 26 days

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What are Poppy and Viva like in the BroZone diner AU? You said their regulars but how often do they should up and what’s their dynamic like with the bros?

GOD I REALLY WANTED TO DRAW THIS BUT i dont think ill ever finish my sketch i had for this ask so here:

They show up AT LEAST every other day, if not everyday.

Wanted to keep some key components in their story so personalities are the same but heres what i formed abt them

-Viva and Poppy are half sisters in this AU :)

-Viva was from King Peppy’s first marriage and after they divorced the ex-wife ended up with custody of Viva. Viva’s mom was probably in a weird mental state after the divorce and Viva had to be more resourceful and mature than a kid should be (Viva was really young when they divorced and having to leave her home and her dad scared the shit out of her so she tried staying in her mom’s home as much as possible so she could take care of her mom and make sure they weren’t going to move again. I think she just wanted to protect her one sense of stability)

-Viva found out abt Poppy after King Peppy remarried and Viva was looking for her dad, she longed to see Poppy and her Dad but never wanted to leave her home

-Poppy visits the area Viva lives in by complete coincidence and Viva recognizes her and Poppy stays in her and her mom’s home for a week

-Viva hasnt registered that Poppy has to leave so when Poppy brings it up of having to meet up with Branch to go she panics and shuts Poppy out

-Poppy slides a note saying where she will be going and after a lot Viva finally makes the trip to see what this new place is like

-Poppy introduces her to Brozone Diner and immediately Viva recognizes Clay from an online chatting site the two frequently talked on esp when Viva rarely willingly left the house and Clay wanted to escape his brothers for a bit

-the two are BFFS and made an association for those who are isolated and want to meet those like them

AS FOR DYNAMICS

Poppy-Branch: high school best friends and have a similar dynamic to the movie counter part but have not started dating

Poppy - Floyd: FUCKING BEST FRIENDS I DIE ON THIS HILL they are very comfortable with each other and probably dye eachother’s hair and use the same dye

Poppy-Clay: good friends, id say poppy really looks up to Clay and gets along well with him but gets ahead of herself saying embarrassing shit being too excited since she admires him a lot

Poppy- Bruce: i dont imagine they talk every day but they’re friendly to eachother

Poppy - John Dory: PROBABLY BEST FRIENDS TOO i love this duo personally a lot so some of this is definitely just indulgence but they’re like really alike and talk a lot when JD should be working

Viva - Branch: likes him endearingly as shes very happy her sister found somebody to love

Viva - Floyd: good acquaintances, Viva is comfortable with him and looks out for him

Viva - Clay: Best friends she found solace in him when she could barely get any social interaction outside of online friends; they have been BFFS since their middle school days and are the same age too, Viva probably thinks of him as her favorite person

Viva-Bruce: is the biggest uplifter and complimenter of Bruce’s food if there was a bruce food fan club shes the president, theyre good friends i imagine

Viva - John Dory: MAN. THE OLDER SIBLING DUO. DONT TALK TO ME THEY MAKE ME SICKKKKK. Twin flames literally and also they join together when it comes to pranking their younger siblings

#brozone diner asks

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Can Anybody See Me? Part 16

Hello, darlings! I am back with this wonderful story. I figure there will be about 20 chapters provided more drama doesn’t crop up for our lovely duo.

The Cinderella thing is mostly true. Not the throw up part but the English teacher part. And she did swear off drama.

Also I used real lines from the play 1776 all credit goes to the writer Peter Stone.

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Eddie always got tired of hearing the music by the time the last week before the performance came around. But he never got tired of watching Steve learn the dance moves or say his lines.

What was impressive was the fact that Steve picked up his lines faster then the kids that had been doing this for years. The actor playing John Adams kept stumbling over the line “Does anybody see what I see?” He kept saying “Does anyone see what I see?”

Eddie could tell even from the light booth that Steve was about to leap from the sidelines and strangle him.

Miss Lucy called out the correct line for the tenth time and the kid threw his arms in the air and walked off the stage in frustration.

Miss Lucy sighed. “All right, I guess we take a short break before getting back to it.” Marty patted her shoulder and went to go talk to him.

Steve turned to Janice. “You want to strangle Vince or shall I?”

Janice laughed. “How about we take turns?”

By then Eddie had made his way to them, the boring way. As in he actually used the stairs.

“Now, now, Stevie,” he growled low. “Threatening John Adams is a completely different part of the play!”

Steve and Janice laughed. Eddie loved this laugh. It wasn’t the dark chuckle or sneering smirk from his King Steve years. It was an actual laugh, open mouthed and loud.

“You ready for your first performance in front of a live audience?” Janice asked.

Steve gulped. “No?”

“There’s always someone who throws up,” she said with a grin. “So if you feel like up chucking, just do it in the designated garbage can with the lid to keep the smell from getting to everyone else.”

Eddie winced. “Yeah, we really don’t need a repeat of Cinderella.”

Steve’s face drained of color. “What happened with Cinderella?”

Marty came up from behind Janice and said, “The kid playing the King threw up on the girl playing the fairy godmother. Like all over her dress. And apparently she had a weak stomach, so she threw up too. And then the girl playing one of the step-sisters threw up because of the smell...and it just spiraled from there.”

“They had to cancel that performance,” Janice finished with a grimace.

“That performance?” Eddie said. “Hell they had to push back all of the performances until the following week so that they had time to get all the costumes dry cleaned.”

“It was a mess,” Marty said.

Steve frowned. “When was this?”

“Oh this was in middle school,” Marty said. “Um...our seventh grade I believe if Eddie was there for that.”

Eddie nodded. “The English teacher wanted to direct that year and she was a way better teacher than the actual drama teacher. But after the puking incident she swore off drama forever.”

It was Steve’s turned to wince. “I can’t say I blame her.”

“So yeah,” Janice said. “Please use the designated receptacles if you decide you need to throw up.”

Steve grimaced. “I don’t usually throw up when I’m nervous or scared, so I think I should be fine.”

Eddie frowned at the edition of scared to that statement. When the hell would Steve have been frightened? He supposed he could be referring to his dad, but this felt like it was something else.

“All right, everyone!” Miss Lucy called out. “Places!”

Steve got back out there and stood on his mark. Vince and Martin, the kid who was playing Hancock got to theirs.

“I’m still from Massachusetts, John;” Martin said, “you know where I stand. I’ll do whatever you say.”

“No, you’re the President of Congress,” Vince said. “You’re a fair man, Hancock—stay that way.”

The messenger boy came in and handed Steve the dispatch.

“Tell me Mr Thomson, out of curiosity, do you stand with Mr Dickinson or do you stand with me?

Steve held up the dispatch. “I stand with the General. Lately–I’ve had the oddest feeling that he’s been–writing to me,” he said.

And this time the scene went off without a hitch.

“Cut!” Miss Lucy called. “Well done everyone!”

“Steve just a little more emotion in the ‘me’ bit, okay?” she said. “Your voice is supposed to crack with the despair of it all.”

Steve nodded.

“Kenny,” she said, “The way you uttered you line sent chills down my spine. Keep that up.”

Steve privately thought that Kenny should have been Adams instead of Lyman Hall. He was the much better actor. The only thing Steve could figure is that Kenny wanted the Georgia representative role.

It was one Steve had originally thought to try out for, but after reading the script a couple times decided that between Hall and Thomson, Thomson was a better fit for him.

They managed to get through the entire play that day.

Steve met up with Janice, Marty, and Eddie afterwards.

Eddie rubbed his hands together. “I can’t wait for next week.”

Marty laughed. “Yeah, yeah, Mr High School Delinquent wanting a valid reason to skip class...”

Steve frowned. “Why would we get to skip class?”

All three heads turned to him in shock.

“How do you not know?” Janice asked, her eyes wide.

“Know what?” Steve asked even further confused.

Marty smacked his head. “Shit! We’ve never actually said it out loud.”

Janice and Eddie turned to him.

“Wait, seriously?” Eddie asked eyes wide as he tilted his head forward in shock.

“We assumed everyone would know because we do it every year,” Marty explained.

“Steve,” Janice began, “did you not go to the high school productions of the school play in elementary?”

Steve frowned. “I vaguely remember that, I guess. I don’t think I ever went to the assembly. I think me and Tommy would cut out and then show up for the last few minutes.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Of course you did.”

Steve pursed his lips. “So we preform for the elementary kids all next week?”

Marty nodded. “Just the first act. Just enough to whet their appetite for the full thing so they drag their parents to the show so that we get the money.”

Steve nodded. “Okay. Do you guys do it for the middle school as well? Because I vaguely remember watching some musical about pirates my eighth grade year I think it was.”

Marty sighed. “We used to according Miss Lucy, but they stopped that year. The middle school principal hates the arts and discontinued it. Combine that with a drama teacher that didn’t care and you get the mess that is middle school preforming arts.”

Steve’s frown deepened. “I have a friend in the drama club at the middle school, I don’t think he’s every said anything bad about it. And he complains about everything.”

Eddie looked over at him and cocked his head. “Which one?”

Steve hummed. “Oh? Um, Dustin. The curly haired one without the front teeth.”

Eddie chuckled. “Yeah, I can see him being a drama kid.”

Marty chose that moment to cut in. “The problem is because they don’t have anything to compare it to most middle school kids don’t know it’s shit. And by the time they do figure it out, they’re already in high school and have moved on.”

Steve nodded. “Make sense I guess. And with the year almost over it wouldn’t make sense to try and change the system now.”

Janice sighed. “Sad but true.” She looked at her watch. “Look, I’ve got to go, I’m going to be late for work. I’ll see you guys later.”

Marty looked at his own watched and nodded. “That’s my cue as well. I need to talk to Mrs Thompson about one of the wigs. Apparently James is allergic to the power in his Franklin wig and we need to find a replacement that won’t scalp our actor.”

Steve grimaced. “Ouch. Yeah, I hear that. See around, man.”

Marty said goodbye and dashed off.

Eddie turned to Steve. “You coming to my place to study tonight?”

Steve hummed in the positive. “I just have to stop by my place to pick up a couple of things. Do you want me to grab some pizza on my way?”

Eddie grinned. “Sounds great. I love all meat.”

“You would,” Steve said rolling his eyes.

Eddie pushed him playfully. “I eat veggies, dude. Just not on pizza. It makes the dough all soggy.”

Steve frowned. “Huh. I don’t think I ever noticed that. I like a good supreme. But I’ll forgo today and just get a pepperoni and an all meat.”

Eddie smiled softly. “You do that, then. And I’ll see you at seven?”

Steve gave Eddie’s shoulder a squeeze and let his hand linger for a moment. “See you at seven.”

And then he walked away.

Eddie practically skipped backwards before he turned and ran out of the auditorium.

There in the back, shrouded in darkness, Kyle Carver sneered.

Steve arrived at the Munson trailer seven o’clock on the dot. His backpack was slung over one shoulder and the hot pizza perfectly balanced in one hand as he knocked on the door.

Eddie threw open the door and smiled. “Right on time.”

Steve grinned back. “I try.”

Eddie stepped back and let Steve in. Wayne smiled at the sight of the pizza.

“I like your boy, Eddie,” he said with a chuckle, rising to his knees. “Anyone who brings pizza from D'Onofrio’s is okay in my book.”

Steve laughed. “Like I’m going to get it from that new chain store that just opened up. My Italian grandmother would haunt me in my sleep.”

“I didn’t know you were Italian,” Eddie said, taking the boxes from him to set on the counter.

“Quarter,” Steve said, tossing his backpack on the floor next to coffee table. “My mom’s half Italian, half French, all American as my dad would say.”

“And your dad is what? All asshole?” Eddie asked getting down three plates from the cupboard.

Steve smirked. “Something like that.”

Wayne grabbed a slice of the pepperoni and set it on his plate. “I’m going to watch the game, you two boys okay with doing your homework on the counter in the kitchen?”

Steve nodded and Eddie said, “Yeah, that’s fine.”

Wayne nodded back and went to go eat his pizza in front of the TV.

The boys bent over their English homework cursing every British author under the sun for foisting their very unamerican style of writing on poor American high school students. In particular William Golding. Eddie still had a soft spot for Tolkien.

“If this goes on for much longer,” Steve said after they were working on it for an hour, “we might have to call in big guns.”

Eddie sighed. “Why are we being made to care about some bratty teenagers trying to kill each other on an island?” He buried his head in hands and screamed.

“Fuck if I know,” Steve admitted. “Why don’t we take a smoke break? Sit out on the porch for a minute?”

Eddie lifted his head. “Yeah.”

They grabbed their jackets and went out to sit on the porch stairs. Steve pulled out his pack of cigarettes and handed one to Eddie.

“Camels?” Eddie asked, pulling out his Bic lighter.

“Got a problem with Camels?” Steve asked, flicking open his Zippo lighter and lighting Eddie’s cigarette when his Bic refused to strike.

Eddie shrugged. “I would have pegged you for one of those fancier brands. Clove or whatever.”

Steve shook his head. “My dad smokes ‘em and they were my first smoke.” He shrugged. “Can’t imagine smoking anything else.”

Eddie bumped his shoulder into Steve’s. “Yeah, same. Only for me, it’s Wayne’s brand.”

Steve smiled. “Makes it easier to share.”

Eddie smiled back. “Sure does, big boy.”

They finished their cigarettes and went back inside, finally able to finish their assignments.

Steve and Eddie lingered at the door, pressed together, Steve playing with the pins on Eddie’s denim vest.

“I wish there wasn’t school tomorrow so I could stay,” he murmured.

Eddie lifted Steve’s face by his chin. “I know, sweetheart. But we do and I would really like to graduate this year.”

Steve chuckled. “Yeah, me too.”

Eddie pressed his lips to Steve’s. “Good night, Stevie.”

Steve gave him a quick peck. “Night, Eds.” He waved goodbye and drove off.

Eddie watched him go and then slipped back into the trailer where Wayne was cleaning up in the kitchen.

“Eddie what did I tell you about leaving your comic books on the counter?” he asked with a sigh, holding up the comic in question.

He frowned. “That’s not one of mine.”

Wayne looked at it again. “I didn’t figure it was Steve’s. He doesn’t strike me as the type to read comic books.”

Eddie crossed the trailer and took the book from him. The cover showed a young man holding a bat filled with nails in front of a tentacled monster in a dark hallway.

The title read: The Monsters on Maple Street.

“Hey,” Wayne said. “That’s the name of one of my favorite ‘Twilight Zone’ episodes. It’s a real good one.”

Eddie nodded. Wayne was right. Steve didn’t read comic books. But he did write and draw one.

Or rather: two.

Holy shit.

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alimaybankkk · 1 year

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summary: takes place in s1 when topper is drowning jb and jj pulls out the gun and u have a convo with him after ab it

warnings: angst, fluff, guns, soft jj, sad jj

pairing: jj maybank x routledge!fem!reader

blurb 💓

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when everyone ran away at the boneyard, you and jj went in the direction of your car, instructing everyone else to go to the twinkie.

you wanted to cry as you looked at jj, murder in his eyes. who are you? you thought.

he panted as he sat into the car, throwing his red plastic cup on the sidewalk.

“jj, what. the. fuck.” you said.

he looked at you. “damn, i scared everyone out of there! ain’t that cool, baby?”

you shook your head and reached over to walk his car door shut. “talk when we get home.”

“mk,” he said innocently, tapping his fingers.

“and put that damn gun away, jj,” you snarled.

he smiles at you and zips his bookbag up, leaning the seat back and closing his eyes.

“get inside, jj.” you ordered.

“yes, ma’am.”

when he was inside, he turned to you and saluted sarcastically.

“jj, now is not the time. sit down.”

he sighed and sat on the couch. “john b here yet?”

“i don’t give a shit if john b is here or not,” you told him.

“ooookay.”

“jj, what the fuck were you thinking?” you started yelling. “i’m so ashamed of you right now.”

“you’re ashamed of me?”

“jj, why the fuck would you pull a gun out at a party? it’s not registered, either. i don’t know what you’re thinking, but you need to get it through your child-thinking brain that it is not the right thing to do!”

jj’s eyes filled up with tears but you ignored it, continuing. “if you want to go to jail, fine. then goodbye.”

“baby, please—”

“don’t ‘baby’ me,” you snapped. “you are going to get ARRESTED. if that’s what you want, then you can have it. i don’t care anymore. and to think in the first place, too, jj, that all of your friends didn’t want you to take that gun. john b told me everything and how you insisted.”

“i was protecting my best friend!” jj stood when he had started crying.

“i don’t care if you were protecting the president!”

“what if i were protecting you? would your selfish ass be fine with that?” jj tilted his head mockingly.

“no, jj, not even for me would i be fine with you pulling a gun out of your ass,” you said. “i’m not going to be dating someone who belongs in jail.”

“you think i belong in jail?”

“unfortunately, yes, jj, i do,” you cried. tears filled your eyes when you nodded. “jj, what is wrong with you?”

“i—baby…”

“stop it, jj. i’m FURIOUS with you right now. what you did was wrong. i hate you so much right now. i’m going to bed and you can sleep on the couch.”

when jj opened his mouth to speak, that’s when you saw it.

his eyes.

that he looked at you with—

those were the eyes that he gave his father.

he was shaking and ready to make his way to the couch.

you couldn’t be mad at him anymore. you grabbed his hand. “wait, j, please don’t look at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like you look at your dad.” you said and he flinched.

“then don’t talk to me like he talks to me.”

you sobbed, putting your arms around his neck. “c’mere.”

“why did you say those—”

“shh, baby, i’m sorry,” you whispered into his ears. “i love you so much. you know that?”

“i—”

“i can’t stand to see you do things that don’t fit who you are. if you were put in jail, i wouldn’t be able to see you. you have no clue how that would make me feel, baby.”

he sobbed into your hair and you pulled back, grabbing his hand. “wanna go to sleep?”

jj nodded with hooded eyes, admiring you as tears fell down his cheeks.

when you got to the bed, you laid down and made sure jj was the little spoon. you leaned down and kissed his head and when you came back up, you ran your fingers through his hair.

“love you so much, pretty girl,” he hummed.

“love you more, pretty boy.”

#jj x reader #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #jj obx #jj maybank x reader #obx imagine #obx fic #outerbanks #obx #outerbanks fic #outer banks

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Love Senior ep. 2 bits and bobs

Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏

Bad girl

แย่จริง ๆ น้องคนเนี่ย /yae jing jing nong khon niia/ = Awful for real, this junior! เด็กดื้อ /dek deuu/ = Stubborn/naughty girl!

How to explain? I needed to show the difference in the Thai, even though the subs say 'Bad girl' twice, because เด็กดื้อ /dek deuu/ has romance trope connotations.

And speaking of those- just before, as Naow pets Gyoza's head, Naow calls her ไอ้ต้าว /ai dtaao/ (I just can't make out the entire sentence rip), which is slang? cutesy? for ไอ้เจ้า /ai jao/, which is a prefix I guess that's affectionately used for pets for example. If you've seen My School President, ไอ้ต้าว /ai dtaao/ is what Win calls Sound in ep. 12 - I think it was subbed as pumpkin on YouTube? 'Cutie' might be a good roundabout way to translate it.

เกียร์อยู่ที่ใคร ใจอยู่ที่เกียร์ /gear yuu thee khrai, jai yuu thee gear/ = Whoever the gear is with, the heart's with the gear. ของคนสำคัญหนอ /kaawng khon sam khan naaw/ = [It must] belong to someone important, hm? -> lit. important person, can also imply 'significant other'

Rotten dog makes its reappearance!

ไอ้นาว ทำหน้าเป็นหมาเน่าอีกแล้วนะมึง /ai Naow, tam naa bpen maa nao eek laaeo na, mueng/ = Naow, you're making that face again like you're a rotten dog, dude. หยุดมโน อย่าลงตัวเอง ไอ้หมาเน่า /yuut ma noh. yaa lohng dtua eng, ai maa nao/ -> see last week's post for details because Naow's brother Faung also called her หมาเน่า /maa nao/ (= rotten, spoiled, decayed, putrid, foul dog)

This one came out a tad bit unfortunate so I felt I needed to clarify for P'Pure's sake lmao

ใช้งานจนสตีหลุดไปแล้ว /chai ngaan john sa dtee luut bpai laaeo/ = worked her until she's out of it/lost all sense/until breaking -> ใช้งาน /chai ngaan/ = to work (sth./sb.), utilize, operate, use [for] work

This sounds less flirty in Thai lol

ตบหัวแล้วลูบหลัง /dtohp hua laaeo luup lang/ = lit. slap on the head then pat on the back; idiom for doing or saying sth. mean/hurtful then trying to console/mollify

The puppy and its mother (thanks Lada for continuing to be the icon that you are mwah!)

เห็นตามติดแกยิ่งกว่าลูกหมาไม่หย่านมแม่ซะอีก /hen dtaam dtit gae ying gwaa luuk maa mai yaa nom mae sa eek/ = Saw her following you around even more than a puppy that isn't weaned off its mother ไงแม่หมา ลูกหมาออกล่าเหยื่ออย่างเป็นทางการแหล่ะ /ngai mae maa? luuk maa aawk laa yeuua yaang bpen taang gaan lae/ = So, mother dog? The puppy's officially out to hunt for prey.

Mr. Teddy

นี่เธอกำลังงับหูเจ้า(???)อยู่นะนาว ปล่อยตุ๊กตาพี่เดี๋วนี้ /nee ter gam lang ngap huu jao ??? yuu na, Naow? bplaawy dtook ga dtaa phi diao nee/ = Are you biting ???'s ear, Naow? Let my teddy go right now!

The teddy has a name!! The prefix เจ้า /jao/ (as with Gyo's vespa เจ้าหมูแดง /jao moo daaeng/) tells me the teddy bear has a name, I just can't make it out clearly 😔

Clarification on the pronoun used here

แกเลยรู้สึกแย่กับเจ้าของเกียร์ที่ห้อยคอแกอยู่รึไง /gae loey ruu seuk yae gap jao khaawng gear thee haawy kaaw gae yuu reu ngai/ = So you feel bad about/because of the owner of the gear hanging from your neck then?

And a note re: pronouns and names

The scene in Gyoza's room where they eat together and then tease each other on the balcony is the only one in this episode where they both don't refer to Gyoza as พี่ /phi/ (refer to my post from last week for explanation)!

When Naow stays the night, she calls Gyoza พี่ /phi/ and Gyoza herself refers to herself as พี่ /phi/ as well - I only noticed her call herself เกี๊ยว /Giao/ when she says she's scared of the thunder. 🥺

#love senior #love senior the series #พี่ว้ากคะ รักหนูได้มั้ย #thai gl #local woman harps on about linguistics #no time to read this over djdsjhs #i loved this episode and i love these gals 😭

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Begin Again - Lee Dutton

Pairing: Lee Dutton x OC (Natalie WentWorth)

Summary: The life of renowned lawyer Natalie WentWorth was quiet in Boston, but everything changed when she received a call from a former Harvard colleague, Jamie Dutton. After reflecting a lot, Natalie agreed to solve some problems at the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch, but she did not imagine that her life would change completely when she arrived in Montana. One of the reasons for this change was Lee Dutton, the eldest son of John Dutton, cowboy and livestock agent, who would represent all the comfort she needed to have in the midst of the chaos of the Dutton family. Natalie could begin again at that ranch.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

Part I

Cowboy stuff

Lee was sitting in one of the stands of the Greater Montana Livestock Auction when the president of the session asked everyone to get up, as the Montana anthem would be sung. There were around a hundred people scattered around the shed, some went to really buy the cattle, the buffaloes or the horses arranged surrounded in the center, others accompanied those who would come to buy, to have fun, and others, those who were upstairs of the place, came to do politics. It was in that place that his father was at that moment.

Lee stood up, took off his hat and held it on his chest as a sign of respect. The little girl of no more than twelve years old singed the Montana anthem in the microphone while the rest of the audience stared at the Montana flag extended from top to bottom on the wall behind the auction directors' table. He had not yet returned home since what happened at the Reservation, he just had time to stop by a cafeteria to buy some donuts and remove the bulletproof vest. Lee wore the same heavy boots dirty with mud, jeans, flannel shirt and a cream jacket, which matched the color of his hat.

After the anthem was sung, everyone clapped their hands and the auction actually started. Two cowboys rode on the horses and began to chase half a dozen cows in the enclosure while the announcer explained the qualities of those horses. However, Lee could not pay attention to the first batch because the entrance door opened and that lawyer appeared. Like him, she still wore the same clothes that afternoon, with the difference that the curls of her blonde dyed hair were falling apart, but she was still beautiful.

Lee watched Natalie walk aimlessly through the corridors between the stands as if she were looking for a familiar face or some specific place to sit. Her small size probably prevented her from seeing on the other side of the fence, despite wearing very high heels that highlighted the shape of her legs. She walked confident, with her expression concentrated, but Lee somehow knew she was lost.

Then he raised an arm and waved to her with a smile. Natalie didn't realize it right away, since he was on the other side of the enclosure and the announcer screamed in the microphone. Lee got up and went down the stairs from the bleachers, walking towards her.

"Are you lost, Miss WentWorth?" He joked as he approached her, scaring her slightly.

"Why are you everywhere I go?" She asked, still looking upset.

"This is my state, madam. You're the intruder here." Lee mocked by trying to pull out a smile from her, but she was irreducible. "I can guide you where you want to go."

Natalie sighed strongly and pierced her eyes through the environment. "I have no idea. Jamie told me he would be here, but he didn't clarify where he would be."

"Jamie? Jamie Dutton, my brother?" He asked surprised and she nodded. "I'm confused."

"I don't have time to explain now, Mr. Dutton. I just need to talk to your brother urgently."

"OK." Lee sighed and looked up at the office on the second floor of the auction. "He's up there."

"Thank you." Natalie was already heading towards the office, but Lee interrupted her with a hand on her small arm.

"I don't think you're allowed to enter there. There are only the most influential people in the state and they don't allow anyone to enter." Lee explained politely, but you could feel a little afraid in his tone.

"I was invited by your brother to be there. I'm sure they'll let me in." She got rid of his touch easily since he didn't squeeze her tightly. Natalie took a few steps towards the cabinet again, but stopped and caught up with Lee. "Aren't you like John Dutton's successor? Shouldn't you be up there too?"

"I spend all the day busy with this political bullshit, ma'am. I don't want to waste my night with that either." He explained looking upset about something for the first time. "If you want to try your luck up there, it's your problem. I'm going to stay down here doing something I know and like to do: cowboy stuff."

Lee hid his hands inside the pockets of the jacket and turned his back on Natalie, walking back to his place in the stands. He observed that she disappeared through the door that gave access to the stairs on the second floor and he decided to concentrate on what he had come to do there.

"Now, we're gonna start out with lot number two! It's Royal M. Duke a 2013 registered English bull ofered by Double G Angus Ranch sired by Supreme Domino out of Miss Domino. Now, we're gonna start the bidding out at 25,000." The announcer screamed in the microphone while the animals paraded in the enclosure.

"I'm at 25!"

"I'm at 50!"

The ranchers raised their plates to warn about the auction bid and Lee was just watching for now. He used to do that long enough not to be enchanted by the first lots, because they were usually the most expensive and did not always have enough potential for the price. If it were his father there he would certainly buy those oxen, since they were strong and virile, after all it would be a great way to resell them later. But Lee just thought about how those animals would behave in the pasture, whether they would be able to help or destroy the ranch. It was like his father always said, Lee had a thought of a cowboy and not a landowner.

After lot two was sold, Lee noted that Natalie reappeared on the ground floor with a worse expression than she was before. She stepped on her heels so firmly that even from afar Lee could swear that he heard the 'tec-tec-tec' noise on the floor. Natalie crossed the fence and found Lee's bleachers. She snaked between the people until she reached the last step, sitting next to him with all the strength she had. Natalie snorted so much that she looked more like one of the oxen being sold down there, although those oxen seemed more docile than her at that moment.

"Do you want to...?" Lee tried to talk, but she interrupted him with her index finger in the air.

"No word. If I hear another Dutton speak today, I'll explode!" She squirted keeping her hands closed next to her head and Lee widened his eyes.

Then he scrambled in the bag and removed a pink box, where the donuts were stored. Lee chose one with a vanilla flavor and offered one of the donuts to Natalie without saying a single word. He watched her eyebrows descend in accordance with her shoulders and she chose a chocolate-flavored doughnut. When taking a big bite, Natalie let out an exhausted sigh mixed with satisfaction. Lee didn't say a word, just smiled and continued to observe the following lots.

When lot five was sold, Lee felt confident enough to talk to the woman next to him. She seemed calmer, she had eaten almost all the donuts he bought, but he didn't care. She seemed to be having a very difficult day, so a little sweet wouldn't hurt her.

"There's only one thing I like more than taking care of my father's ranch." He started in a mild, polite tone.

"And what would it be?"

"Donuts." Lee lifted the empty box and Natalie seemed to realize that she had attacked those donuts.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..."

"It's okay. They were really a lot of donuts." He smiled playfully and she gave a mini smile. "A smile. We're getting progress, aren't we?"

"I'm not always like that, you know? You're only seeing me on a bad day. And getting hungry affects my mood even more." She confessed watching the horses run through the fence.

"I'm glad I had food, otherwise I would probably be the food." He played once again and she kept her smile. "How many hours have you not eaten?"

"Since I arrived in Montana. It's a novelty after novelty and I didn't have much time to eat or even to go to my apartment." She paused to look around. "And now I'm sitting in the stands of a livestock auction next to a person I don't even know. What a strange way to end the day, don't you think?"

"What do you mean we don't get to know each other? You know my name and my job, you even know who my family is. And now you know I love doughnuts. That seems to me to know a lot about someone."

"This argument is so unbelievable that I almost agree." She crossed her legs and watched him for the first time that night, noticing that there were doughnut crumbs on his beard. She laughed internally. "There are...crumbs in your beard..."

"What?" He tried to look down as if it were possible to see the crumbs that way and tried another way. Lee ran his fingers through his beard, but because it was too thick it was difficult to remove the pieces.

"Here, let me help you." Natalie advanced her hands towards him, but Lee interrupted her with a dazed look.

"Be careful, it's hard to make it perfect like that."

Natalie rolled her eyes and sighed. "I'll be, now, shiu."

Lee watched her little fingers reach for his beard, wiping his hair with concentration and dexterity. He watched her small face, brown eyes, prancing nose and small, full lips, as if they formed a heart. She was a really beautiful woman, a different beauty from the one he found in Montana, it was something refined, subtle, feminine. He could barely feel her touch, but he still did. It was a delicate one, even kind. Lee was enjoying that version of her. At least, Natalie didn't want to kill him anymore.

"Your father doesn't want my help." She confessed seriously while still touching his beard. "The reason for this you must know by heart."

Lee reflected for a moment and understood what she wanted to refer to. "He didn't let you in there, did he?" Natalie shook her head confirming his question. "What about Jamie?"

"Well, he asked me to wait out here." Her tone regained a certain annoyance. "I don't understand why I left my city to come here and be humiliated like that."

Lee sighed strongly, grunting a little. "What do you have with my brother anyway?"

"We studied together at Harvard. We become friends and even work together in some cases. Then he returned to Montana and we lost contact every day. Two weeks ago he called me asking for help with his family's affairs, but apparently he didn't ask for his father's opinion."

"He didn't ask because he knew that his answer would be no. My father doesn't trust those who are not in the family, much less those who are from another state."

"And what does he do up there if he doesn't trust people outside the family?"

"It's an influence. To do politics it is not necessary for there to be trust from both sides, in fact, it seems to me the complete opposite. You must be suspicious of people to be able to be two or three steps ahead of them."

Natalie lowered her hands to her own lap and looked at him with a reinvigorated curiosity. He could even swear that he could see a smile on her graceful face. "For someone who is not interested in politics, you seem to understand it well."

Lee let out an ironic laugh. "I said I didn't like it, I didn't say I didn't understand it."

It was her turn to laugh, but in a restrained mode. "You are more than your name and your job, Mr. Dutton, much more than that. If you were up there you would probably be the kindest person in that room."

"I'm not sure about that, but I certainly wouldn't prevent a competent lawyer from entering."

"I would really appreciate that."

Lee noticed her gaze changing towards him, it seemed more friendly, even kind, as if she were lowering her guard with him. He returned her comment with a complete smile trying to show her that despite being a Dutton, he was not so thick, unless he needed to be, which hardly happened. Dirty work usually stayed with his father or with Rip. Lee only dealt with the real affairs of the ranch and the livestock commission. The conversation between the two did not stretch for long, because they noticed Jamie approaching the stands.

"Maybe I need to buy more donuts?" Lee asked her when Jamie approached.

"Thank you, but I can deal with it more calmly now." She replied with a tiny smile.

"If you think so..."

Jamie crossed the steps of the stands and asked one of the ranchers to move away so that he could sit next to Natalie. It was a discordant vision, two lawyers properly dressed among ranchers who only cared about cattle being auctioned in the fence in front of them. They were displaced, so they caught the attention of almost everyone present in that place, including the people upstairs. They caught their father's attention.

"I see you've already met my brother Lee." Jamie announced it to her with a smile and waved to his own brother.

"It seems that he is the only Dutton who really gives me some credit here." Natalie seriously mocked and Jamie gave up his smile. "Don't tell me I came here for anything, Jamie."

"I wouldn't say that. I just didn't have enough time to tell him because I called you here."

"You had two fucking weeks to tell him, Jamie."

The Dutton sighed strongly and lowered his head, shaking it in accordance with what she said. "He doesn't know the seriousness of what we are facing. There was no one here competent and reliable enough who could help me with that."

"So because of your cowardice in talking to your father about my arrival I was humiliated all day. I'm not surprised that you need help, Jamie, you can't even have the courage to try to convince your father about the matters of his own interest." Natalia acquired a firm and even enraged tone by pouring her indignation on Jamie.

"I understand your anger, Nat. And I'm sorry about that, I'm really sorry. I will be honest about what we are facing and I am sure he will accept your help."

"Are you really convinced of that? He didn't seem willing to change his opinion."

"I can talk to him." Lee intruded in the conversation, having the curious look of both lawyers. "One cowboy understands the other."

"That's not your job, Mr. Dutton. It wasn't you who made me drive thirty-six hours from one state to another." Natalie stared back at Jamie, who swallowed it dry and fixed his suit.

"I'll fix it, I promise." Jamie didn't wait for her to give a triplica about that and soon got up. "Do you need help with the change?"

"I can take care of myself."

"I know you do, that's why I called you."

Jamie went down the steps and was soon walking back to the cabin on the second floor. Lee listened to Natalie's strong and accelerated breathing next to him and decided to leave her quiet, after all, he had no more donuts to calm her down. The next few weeks would certainly be busy and he couldn't wait for them.

#paramount yellowstone #yellowstone tv #yellowstone fic #lee dutton x oc #lee dutton fic #adelaide kane #begin again #jamie dutton #john dutton #beth dutton #rip wheeler #kayce dutton #monica long #tate dutton #annepsilvaauthor

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My faves of yours this year were the car metas and how long cas was dead grief dean ones

I collected some of them and WOW, we really had a blast this year. I already forgot how much fun we had!!!!

I've seen performing!Dean talked about for ages, but for me performing!Rowena and performing!Sam (as high-falootin' high-class phonies) was particular good-tasting to me this year.

Some of the chatter around Lily Sundar episode as a "hidden Mad Men" type atmosphere with humans as the "hoes you shoudn't have emotions about" was great, and Cas a "exemplary high-performing man's man/angel's angel/results guy" was chef's kiss for me. I ate that like a barbarian.

Also, I adored the explorations about Jack's own performances too, or at least that people might entertain that his niceness and gentleness "golden child/good boy" thing is a little bit of an act to hide any darker feelings. He's brutal when it comes to protecting and has quite a temper (see: gas station worker getting choked out, all of Apocalypse Earth...)

CAR META

Dean tried to be the truck

Family cars and protecting the ones you love

Heaven is a truck, and the evolution of Cas as a truck guy

The date car that presided over the death of John...AND the death of Cas (also, PINTOS and family cars galore!)

The evolution of Cas from pimp-mobile to family truck guy

Cas + cars silly thoughts

GRIEF

The chair at the head of the table

Dean is the one crying in the soap opera and cas is the man with the bloody face

Dean's grief on speedrun / how long was cas dead anyway????

Dean looking for Cas during THEEEE PRAYER

Dean & the death of Jack

Don't make it real and permanent (And by Lucifer I mean Cas = And by Belphagor I mean Jack)

The everything he ever wanted

Sam doesn't grieve Jack and Rowena, he moves straight on the Eileen and berates Dean for moping

How Dean's rumination makes him seem guiltier

BOTH

I'm all out of love I'm SO LOST WITHOUT YOU (Don't grieve in front of me Dean it makes me feel uncomfortable and scared)

ADDITION: Here was the first uncomfortable Sam take

The grief ones also bring to mind the great convos we had this year about Sam Winchester, discomfort, and CLASS issues

Sam x Ph.D (Sam's personal OTP)

Rowena's class struggle aaaaaaaah

Rowena, unthawed

Dean x moving the lawn

Sam -> Campbells are "brawn," Winchesters are "brains"

Rowena & Crowley and the dream of upwards mobility + biting off more than they can chew

How Jack & Sam differ; Jack lacks SAMbition

Sam the pillar of the Lebanon community???? Nope

I have so much great Jack stuff but I suck at Tumblr tagging so I can't think of any to feature right now. The different between jack and Sam are great, because Sam got suckered into thinking he was special on borrowed powers. Jack's powers are his own. (Jack is an heir, Sam is a spare. Jack is like Dean in that he's heir to the family responsibilities.) Also, I did a lot of Dean-Mary-Jack posting this year that I just...honesly loved.

Some of my fave ones are from last year though (Like Jack is VARSITY) for this year...maybe Jack is THEEEE BOXER. Or TOYS TOYS TOYS. I think the Tombstone play by play was this year, too. How domains of the house emphasize different parenting styles in TFW. #spn parenting

My brain lives i all.

I'm sure there are some cool ones I missed. But.

Happy New Year and thanks for all the cool convos.

I'll try to get out and tell people which metas of theirs I liked too, but my mind magically goes blank when i try.

#year in review #asks #i'm sorry anon #this is NOT what you asked but i bold and redded the ones you talked about

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Summary: JJ & (Y/N) have been best friends since kindergarten. Now that they’re older, it’s painfully obvious to their group of friends that they have feelings for each other but are too scared to admit it. Said group of friends has finally had enough and decides to give them a little nudge.

TW/CW: JJ Maybank x Reader, best friends to lovers, a couple suggestive comments,

Requested?: Nope

Word Count: 989

A/N: I day dream way too much while I work and last night’s shift was a long boring one. This imagine helped me pass the time.

Prompts: None

Hanging with my best friend JJ and our other Pogue friends is always entertaining. This time, however, the power is out and we have no trouble to get into. JJ and I had plenty of dastardly ideas but no one in the group bit the bait. So here we sit, twiddling our thumbs and praying the power would arise from the dead.

Kie sat up suddenly, “What about spin the bottle? But just like kisses on the cheek or something?”

Everyone looked around at each other but Pope was quick to dismiss the idea, “No, the last time we played that, John B and Sarah sat there macking for an hour just for shits and giggles.”

“Okay, fine. Truth or Dare then. One person spins the bottle and they get to truth or dare whoever it lands on. Then the person who was just challenged gets to spin next,” Kie shot back. No one seemed to object so Kie grabbed the bottle and spun it.

A few rounds went by of playful truths and easy dares before the bottle finally landed back on Kie who was dared to do a handstand without using the wall as support. It was obviously very easy for her. She quickly completed the handstand and then spun the bottle. It almost landed on John B to JJ’s right but Kie in a not-so-subtle rigging bumped it back a bit to land on JJ.

JJ raised an eyebrow, “That was rigged but go ahead.”

Kie had to contain her giggles before asking, “Truth or Dare.”

“I’m not some pansy, give me a dare,” comes JJ’s quick response.

“I dare you to kiss (Y/N) on the lips,” Kie shoots out.

I’ll be honest here, it’s not that I don’t want JJ to do the dare, but I’m sure he doesn’t want to do it so I feel the need to speak up in an effort to save myself some embarrassment, “Ah, but the rule, Kie. No pogue on pogue macking.”

John B is the first to speak up this time, “Well as Pogue President, I hereby deem a macking session between JJ Maybank and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to be lawful due to the fact that JJ and (Y/N) were best friends before they were pogues.�� He shoots JJ a look that says he knows they’ve got us cornered so JJ leans forward on the couch and rests his head on top of mine as I sit in front of him.

He picks his head up and looks at the side of my face as I glare at Kie, “Yay or Nay, Tiny?” Looking up at him, I nod so he slowly leans forward before our lips connect and, as cliché as it sounds, fireworks erupt. When we pull apart, I prop my face up in my hands in hopes of hiding the blush.

JJ leans back into the couch for a moment and takes a deep breath before quickly leaning back forward and whispering in my ear, “X marks the spot.” The code phrase for, “meet me at our secret place.” Our secret place is this little alcove just down the beach from here that we found when we were kids. It quickly became our favorite getaway and we pinky promised to never share it with anyone else. He and I get up and head for the door, “We’ll be back later,” JJ mumbles amongst the whoops and hollers of our friends.

We walk down the beach, side by side in silence. The awkward tension between us hangs thick and my stomach twists itself into knots as my brain assumes the worst. However, when we finally duck into the alcove JJ pulls me into a hug, “They did that to force us to stop dancing around the bush about the feelings we have for each other.”

I nod into his chest, “I know.”

As we release each other I look up at him with a giant grin on my face, “I’d like to upgrade my subscription to JJ Maybank from standard to premium please.”

He laughs wholeheartedly with a smile on his face, “I can do that for you. However, you’ll need to submit a valid form of payment. Although, I should inform you that at this time, kisses are the only acceptable method.” I stand up on my tiptoes and kiss him for the second time tonight. As he pulls me close, I slip his phone out of his pocket, pull away, and pretend to check his notifications, “You have an email. It says, ‘Congratulations, JJ Maybank you have won a free premium subscription to (Y/N) (Y/L/N).’” He grins at me as I hand him his phone back and we begin making our way back to The Chateau hand in hand.

We’re almost there when JJ pulls me closer and throws his arm around my shoulders, “By the way, you’re not sleeping on the couch anymore.”

I look up at him with mock surprise, “Oh really? Is that some perk of my premium membership?”

He nods, “Yup, as a premium subscriber you get an all-expenses-paid stay at the JJ Maybank Bed and Breakfast. Betcha can’t guess what the breakfast part of that entails.”

I shake my head and giggle at him, “JJ, is your head in the gutter again?”

He shrugs, “It never leaves the gutter, babe.”

Once we hit the porch of The Chateau, JJ opens the front door for me. I step into the living room before him and can feel his eyes on my ass but I don’t mind. It is in fact included in his premium subscription. Once we both plop down onto the couch and join the conversations of our friends, he throws his arm back around my shoulders and I snuggle into his side. This of course does not go unnoticed by our friends who erupt into a chorus of awwws and a great big, “Fucking finally!” from Kie.

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I don’t like to talk about politics here. But I see so many posts about the war in Israel/Palestine right now, and I cannot help saying my bit. It’s going to be long (read up until the end, or just skip) and messy and very personal. It’s not meant to be an essay that analyses all aspects of the situation. It comes after one of the worst months of my life—please, be kind. I’ve been on this earth for almost half a century, and it’s been one of the worst months of my life.

[If you prefer not to read at all, just skip. No harm done.]

I have both Muslim and Jewish friends in the Europe and in the US. Some of them wear a hijab, some of them wear a kippah. Every morning I check that they didn’t get beaten up because dividing the world into “good guys” / “bad guys” and releasing your frustration on someone who looks like “the bad guys” is an easy way to feel in control when you’re scared.

And now, the unpopular bit: I have Jewish Israeli friends. Every morning I check they came out alive from the bomb shelter. Hamas is still firing rockets—a lot of rockets—on both Tel Aviv and Jerusalem. I wait for them tell me if another disfigured body has been identified as a friend whom they thought that had “just” been kidnapped.

One of these friends goes to the peace protests in Tel Aviv, so I have to check that he didn’t get beaten up by the police either.

(Dear US people: identifying Israel with Netanyahu is like assuming all of you are MAGA Republicans. Worse, actually, because Israel is not a two-party system—more like a twenty-party system—and it’s a mess. Decolonise your mind from assuming that every country works like the US.)

Some of my friends are Mizrahi. Their great-grandparents had to find refuge in the relative safety of Israel after being expelled by another country in that region—a place where they cannot go back to. Not-very-fun fact: they’re also dark-skinned enough to get “randomly checked” every time they get on a plane, unless there’s a woman wearing a hijab or a chador on the same flight. It’s not as simple as European or US colonialism.

(Once again: stop making it all about you. The world is more complex than your country. Especially if your country is less than 250 years old and hasn’t had a battle on its soil in more than 130 years.)

I don’t know anyone in Palestine, so I can’t say what it’s like to have friends on that side of the border. I imagine it’s even worse, given that most people there don’t have shelters, nor actual freedom to protest against their government, at least in the Gaza strip.

Anyway: I don’t wish what I’ve been through in the last month on my worse enemy. And I’m just a friend of some people who are not in the worst possible situation. I know that I cannot even begin to know what it must be like for Jewish, Muslim, Israeli and Palestinian people.

And now, let me tell you about a history book that might have saved the world. I’ve been thinking about it a lot.

It’s a bit outdated, but it’s still quite good, and the writing is simply brilliant. It’s called The Guns of August, and it’s about the first month of WWI. Just the first month, and how we got there. How stubbornness, pride, rhetoric, and even “rationality”, led to a massacre that did nothing but cause another massacre less than a generation later. It was written by a woman, Barbara Tuchman, in 1962. Later that year, during the Cuban Missile Crisis, President John F Kennedy gave it to read to all the generals in the US Army. The message was simple: escalation leads to disaster. Sometimes you have to compromise, accept losses and even a certain degree of “unfair”, rather than getting into a full-blown war.

Now, I’m not a pacifist. I know that some wars are the lesser evil. I have relatives who fought in the Resistance. They were proud of having risked their lives. They were proud of living in a country with free elections—even if fascists-in-all-but-name could get elected—and at peace. But they were not proud of having killed people whose children grew up as orphans.

I see a lot of people, especially younger people, who want Pure Justice. Bad people must be eliminated, good people must triumph, no excuses.

The thing is—there are no completely good people, nor completely bad people. There are people. Often scared and more traumatised than you can possibly imagine.

There are people who must pay for their crimes. There are people who will, and some who won’t. Just ask anyone who survived a war, or a time of almost-civil-war like the Troubles in the UK/Ireland or the terrorism of the 1970s In Europe—that’s something we’ve all seen. (I say “we” because I’m old enough to remember the 1980s. They sucked, trust me.)

The problem is: the more you lose sight of the common humanity of everyone involved, the more you escalate the tension, the more there will be people who are going to pay for crimes they haven’t committed. And the more I see of this world, the more I believe that if there’s one side it’s just fighting for, it’s theirs.

As I said—it’s messy. And human beings are precious, but fragile. Please, be kind.

#personal #politics #human beings #peace #war #justice #be kind

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chenfordsbby · 9 months

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"Redwood"

Season 1 Episode 11: “Redwood”

“An unscheduled visit by the vice president of the United States puts the station on high alert; the Secret Service tasks Nolan and Bishop with checking out a possible threat while the rest of the team tries to keep the streets safe for his visit”

Original Air Date: January 22, 2019

Written By: Ally Seibert, Liz Apler

Directed By: Sylvain White

Happy Sunday! Do we like that I post these on Sundays? I am just trying to gauge when people are hyper active on Tumblr and the first blog drop seemed to be a success on Sunday early night- but I don’t seem to be getting the same response on the rest of the drops as much as I did the first one. Either way, it is not going to stop me from doing these!!!

I am excited to get into another one, let’s Get in the Shop, shall we!

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The cold open, a classic riot, I have gathered that whatever the opening scene is, really has nothing to do with the storyline of the rest of the episode, but I think that is the point of them. It brings a bit of banter, comedy, tragedy, all at the same time or individually. Nothing like an elderly woman bringing in pistols and land mines into a police station!

The episode begins with John talking to Ben about the tragedy of his past life- his old house that he shared with his ex-wife is being listed on the market, and he’s being nostalgic about it; but like Ben says, Sarah (John’s ex-wife) is moving in and living in the present and so should he.

The station is packed full with every officer- the Vice President is coming into town and everyone is now on high demand. Everyones gear bags are stacked to the brim with extra weapons and precautions.

John and Talia get assigned to a special task force- a “Level 2” on the presidents watch list- a person who has made and posted numerous times online threatening the vice president. Talia is a bit more positive this episode and John notices and points it out to her; she is trying to approach every day a bit differently than the last.Stanley, the man they were tasked to watch- ends up running with a bag full of flares; enough evidence to lock his ass up. Back at the station, John is still hung up over his old house, he can’t quite seem to let it go, but everyone else around him is telling him he should. When Grey assigns them a new task, Talia is more than cheerful to accept it and even Grey notices that Talia is acting strange, why is she so chipper and happy. They get tasked to be the “Gofers” of every other cops that are on VP cleaning duty: whatever the other cops need, Talia and John are there to help and support them. While walking through the streets, a road rage incident turns deadly when a tractor trailer driver takes out his shotgun to scare the other driver but in doing so, shoots a women who was in her car behind him in the chest, and she dies within seconds.

In trying to decompress from the events that just happened, Talia tells John that the reason she has been more positive is because her therapist told her to. John admires how brave Talia is by sharing that she is going to therapy, especially because it is looked down upon by the “men in blue”. I feel like therapy should be the first thing police officers would want to do every day after being on the job. The stuff that they witness and experience can be traumatizing, and therapy would only help them work through it. John gives his kudos to Talia. Who John and Talia have to clean out a whole new street for the VP to get a sandwich, they are sweep the streets and get a peak at a some dirty happenings going down in a shady street…a robbery is about to happen at a dispensary. With no back up on the way because of all the road closures, its just them and I have to say, Talia is super impressive in this moment. She knows what to do and exactly how to do handle this situation. The guys come out of the dispensary and shots are immediately fired. Angela and Jackson come to help John and Talia, and take the driver of the getaway car to the hospital as he was shot in the neck by one of the stray bullets. At the end of the day, John thanks Talia for talking to him about his worrying over the selling of his old house and she jokes around that, “she’ll send him the bill”.

How long has it been since we have seen Tim and Lucy in the same scene together for more than 5 seconds? Oh yeah too long! We start right off the bat, with Lucy looking forward to being called in on her day off, as that means overtime and more money. All Lucy is thinking about is fixing the air conditioning in her car, but her eagerness quickly fades away as Tim shuts her down real quick, “Air conditioning makes you soft. You gotta get comfortable with being uncomfortable”. I think we have officially been introduced to the Grumpy/Sunshine trope of Tim and Lucy and I am appreciating it.

With having too clear out majority of the streets of LA for the VP, Tim and Lucy end up going to a street occupied by all homeless people to inform them of just that. When Lucy breaks up a fight between two of the homeless women, she gets thrown in between them and knocked down. When Tim comes over to help her, he’s immediately serious. They both look down and Lucy is stabbed by a very used and very old hypodermic needle. When Tim pulls the needle out, there is blood on the tip. I think this is the first time that Lucy’s life is at risk while on the job, Who knows how many people syringe went through and with whatever drugs was pushed through it as well and now it ended up in Lucy’s body. Her panic is setting in quick and fast. Tim and Lucy get to the hospital for Lucy to get examined- the on call nurse tries to have Lucy to sit down and fill out paperwork, and because Lucy doesn’t know any better, she starts to do just that, but that doesn’t work for Tim. Lucy is an on-duty officer with a utility belt loaded with armed weapons who just got STABBED by a dirty needle- the paperwork be damed, she is getting put into a room with a doctor immediately. My words aren’t doing justice to how Tim stood up for Lucy. This needle got Lucy, but this also affects Tim as well. You saw it in his face when he was the one who spotted the needle in her. He became soft again, worried. If something tragic happens to Lucy, in hindsight it’s going to happen to him too.

When Tim goes into Lucy’s room after her blood test is done, she is anything but calm. Tim grabs her phone, and Lucy is down the WebMD rabbit hole of HP-V and Hep-C, among anything else that she could potentially get from a dirty needle. Lucy is spiraling and Tim picks up on it. Lucy is thinking of every single worse case scenario is this results come back positive and what that means for her future as a cop as well as Tim’s. The Lucy we saw excited to be working OT is long gone in this exam room. You can see her quivering, trying to hold back her tears; In no surprise though, Tim is being exactly who Lucy needs to be around right now and saying everything that she needs to hear. No matter what she things or googles, none of that is going to change whatever the results say. Tim is being his full sincere self in trying to get Lucy through this and she sees it.

While Lucy is putting herself back together in the bathroom, she talks to a distraught women who is more than upset over her brother, who was just in a car accident. When she leaves, Lucy looks behind her and sees a bottle of bleach on the floor of the stall that she just came out of. Lucy follows her into her brothers room and she has a syringe filled with bleach aimed at her brothers neck. I mean to kick one when they’re down is putting it lightly. Lucy just went through her own hell with a needle, now she has to come face to face with another needle in an entirely different situation all while not even being over her own ordeal. Its too much for her to handle on her own, and she radios for TIm. Lucy tries to be empathetic towards this woman, and talk her out of doing it, but it’s no use, as the woman has made her decision. SHe inserts the needle directly into his neck, but doesn’t have enough time to push the plunger as Lucy tases her. Tim has to go back to the station, but lets Lucy know that she should stay at the hospital and wait for her results. As he’s leaving, she stops him and thanks him, with Tim immediately responding, “For what? Doing my Job”. Lucy would still be in a completely different head space if it weren’t for Tim. He knew what to do the second Lucy was stabbed and didn’t even bat an eye. They have been riding together for 4 months t this point, and some type of friendship has been established between them, its very evident.

Lucy’s results are in and with Jackson by her side, the doctor informs her that she is negative for any diseases such as HIV and Hepatitis, but she does have a staph infection, and needs to start IV antibiotics. You can literally see the weight being lifted off of Lucy’s shoulders when she gets her results. Pure relief. Without even asking Jackson tells Lucy that he will call Tim for her so he can be there when she gets out. Its a nice gesture on Jackson’s part and one that he doesn’t even have to do.

Jackson starts the episode being distracted with his cell and continues to be distracted with it. Commander Grey doesn’t like it and neither does Angela. Distractions call for trouble. Angela and Jackson respond to protesters outside of a hotel and inform them that they need to move or get cuffed. Yeah, nobody budged. Jackson and Angela are going through an apartment complex to have the residents remove obscene flags in everybody’s windows. They have gotten though to everyone and when they get to the last apartment, something is not right. Jackson kicks down the door so he and Angela can get in and come face to face with an elderly women tied up to her wheelchair. She tells Angela that her son, Luke, did it to her and when he comes back in Jackson is on edge and ready to throw some nasty words. Maybe it has something to do with the fact he has been pre-occupied by his phone all day with his mom. Angela and Jackson arrest Luke, the son, for elder abuse.

Jackson finally lets Angela in on why he’s been so distracted, his mom. They haven’t been talking since before he entered the academy and on his first day off in a while, aka today, he was going to meet her for lunch to talk. So with being called into work, plans got thwarted and he’s been trying to smooth them over all day. Angela thanks him for letting her in, but like she said, “being distracted on the job will get you killed”. Jackson and Angela hear the call from John and Talia and are told that they can’t leave the complex, but were talking about Angela here. They come to John and Talias rescue. The road closures make it harder to get the GSW victim to the hospital, but Angela and Jackson get him there and in time for surgery. While cleaning himself up, Jackson spots Lucy sitting in the waiting room, and Lucy tells him what is going on with her. Nobody knows what happened with her except for Tim and with Tim gone, Jackson waits and sits with her. I think the friendship between Jackson and Lucy is starting to form and grow into something special. Jackson starts to open up to Lucy about his family and what he went through right before entering the academy, and in doing so, we find out why Jackson and his mom haven’t talked, because of his decisions of choosing the academy over his own family. Angela finds Jackson at the hospital and tells him how far he’s come in his training.

The episode ends with John, Lucy and Jackson all hanging out together at Ben/John’s house and we finally see John signing the papers and relinquishing his old house and you can tell that it is bittersweet for John, but in ones Ben with a package and its a doorjamb from Henrys room at the house, and its a nice closure gift for John.

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Honorable Mention: Ben. He isn't a major character, but when he is on-screen, he gives us everything.

Episode Peak: Soft Tim

Episode Pit: Injured Lucy

Quote of the Episode: “I thought air-conditioning made me soft”~ Lucy Chen

Episode Rating: 8/10. I liked this episode. It gave us some of the more iconic Chenford scenes and it showed us the early stages of the forming friendships of Jackson and Lucy and even Tim and Lucy. Before this episode, al we have seen is T.O Tim and Rookie Lucy, but this episode we saw some real foundations of their friendship/relationship starting. We got a little bit more of everyones personal life as well! I can’t wait for more!

Thanks for reading along for another one guys, whether you just look at the pics, skimming through or giving e a like for the hell of it, I really do appreciate it all!

Until next time on, “Get in the Shop”…

#The Rookie #Season 1 Episode 11 #Redwood #Tim Bradford #Lucy Chen #Chenford #1x11 #John Nolan #Angela Lopez #Jackson West #Melissa O'Neil #Eric WInter #get in the shop: the rookie re-cap blog #thank you all so much for continuing to read my thoughts #I appreciate you all #I love doing this so much #Talia Bishop #Wade Grey

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Jean-Michel Aulas Le Progres Interview (August 30, 2023)

Blah blah standard disclaimers apply; this heat wave is killing my AC bill @OL Comms pls do something, etc etc.

Translating this because I can feel in my arthritic bones that people with Tumblr JDs and/or Tumblr Masters in Finance will suddenly declare themselves experts in both Lyon matters and French legal affairs.

Alexa, play "Vigilante Shit" by Taylor Swift

Jean-Michel Aulas: "If anyone has been wronged, it's me"

The Holnest company, owned by Jean-Michel Aulas, has started a legal proceeding in front of the City of Lyon Commerce Tribunal and achieved a hold of approximately 14.5 million euros from the club's account. The former president of Olympique Lyonnais gives his version of events on the conflict with John Textor.

Why bring a case against Olympique Lyonnais to the Commerce Tribunal?

It's not against Olympique Lyonnais but against Eagle. I just wish to receive the amount owed to me. We signed an agreement where you would sell a third of your shares on August 10 and the remaining two thirds a year later. I'm therefore in a situation where when one is not respecting the terms, and the only path forward is to go in front of the commerce tribunal. If anyone has been wronged, it's me.

Your successors feel as though you are acting against the club's interests.

I serve every time I am asked to. I found a solution for the DNGG [Financial Watchdog], but John [Textor] did the exact opposite and was sanctioned. I respect everything I am asked to do.

They say that you froze the club's accounts for seven days in the middle of the transfer season.

That's not what happened. I am owed 14,5M euros since August 10, so we put Eagle on notice to pay us via OL Groupe. They responded they couldn't do that. We pushed back and wanted to make sure there was enough money in the accounts. We quickly learned that that there was an account with more than the sum owed. John Textor then asked me to unfreeze the other accounts, I did that that very night. My interest is that Lyon continues to develop and gets back to its top form.

Santiago Cucci said that you had him over for dinner without telling him that you were going to freeze the accounts the next day.

It was 48 hours later. We didn't speak about that, he came to see me to find out how the transaction with Michele Kang could take place. [Note: Kang being in contact with Aulas more than Textor is both good and bad]

So you deny then acting against Olympique Lyonnais?

When I accepted that an investor come in, it was so that we could do much better than I had done the two previous years. It's terrible that people are accusing me of acting against Lyon. I am going abasing the investor who was chosen by Pathe and IDF and who was supposed to bring hundreds of millions [of euros]. I'm concerned that he will look for any excuse to save money by not paying any single person. We'll go in front of the tribunal if he doesn't intend on paying me.

Will you still be a Lyon fan?

Never will I support another club. I will die thinking of Lyon. I hope that we won't have to enter into a litigation dispute. But when I see that we were forced to bring in a Danish player via Belgium [In order to get around the financial watchdog sanctions, Textor's Belgian club bought a player and then sent him to Lyon on loan], I'm scared for my club.

Will you try and retake control of the club?

It's unimaginable. I want to be in charge of women's football at the [French Football] Federation.

Will you take part in the match against PSG?

I will be at the stadium on Sunday, even if they won't give me a place in the presidential loge which I am allowed as an administrator. I will get [a place] because Holnest has bought a lot, as they do each year.

#all good love stories start in the rain #jean michel aulas #olympique lyonnais #John textor #and a Michele Kang cameo I guess

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The Rise of Hydra

Chapter 18

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Original Female Character

Warnings: Violence, Dom/Sub, Kidnapping, Hostage, Gun Violence, Corruption Kink, Forced Behaviour, Manipulation, Light Bondage, Captive

Summary: Being the President’s daughter hasn’t always been easy. Constantly having someone over your shoulder, rarely getting a minutes privacy except for being in bedroom and it wasn’t any different for Violet. Not to mention working as a junior doctor which was stressful enough. But things were about to turn more difficult for her. With Hydra rising once again, planning to take over the country and rule it the way they wanted it to be, Violet finds herself caught between the war and a hostage to their secret weapon, the Winter Soldier.

She was hidden perfectly, taking cover in the building not far from her target, gun at the perfect position to take the shot. Her eyes were hard on the target, never once blinking, finger lightly pressing on the trigger to take that single hit and complete her mission. The mission was simple. Kill. If she did this, she’d earn great rewards. She was silent like a mouse, never moving, never making noise. The muzzle of the gun just peeking out the window. Her target moved, but she waited. He would come back and when he did, she’d take the shot.

A cold and warm hand slid over her shoulders, one metal, the other pure flesh. She felt his strong chest press against her back, humming in delight as he slowly leaned down to her ear, nose trailing along the black mask across her face, a smirk growing on his lips. His hair tickled her, but she didn’t flinch or move from her position. She was perfection.

Her target came back in sight. John Fitzgerald, the president of the united states. Her target.

“There he is” he whispered in her ear, and she pressed her finger to the trigger again, prepared to fire.

“You do this for me rabynya, and you will be rewarded” his lips were so close, and she felt him smile against her ear. She didn’t need to be told twice. Her target turned, staring at her and she pressed the trigger, the shot ringing out.

Violet gasped, sitting up violently, sweat dripping from her body despite the room being cold. Her hair was messy and stuck across her face from the layer of sweat. The thin blanket had fallen from her body, and she instantly shivered, bringing it closer to keep what little warmth she had. She glanced around and recognised the dingy little cell and sighed heavily, sinking back into the rough pillow. A nightmare. It felt so real. She shivered under the blanket, curling into a tight ball for protection and warmth.

Growing up she had experienced many nightmares, as a young girl she was terrified of the dark and would dream of monsters coming out of her closet and eating her up. When she was fifteen, she went to see a horror film in the cinema and she couldn’t sleep for weeks, thanks to her friend desperately wanting to see it. But this one topped it off. killing her own father, under the control of the winter soldier. But what scared her the most was that this nightmare was on its to becoming real. The solider had plans of her, big plans. Her training had already started and there was much more to come. What, she didn’t know, and it terrified her to her core. But like he said, soon enough, she was only going to obey him and follow his every order.

The sound of boots stomping grew louder and closer and Violet felt her stomach tighten in fear. She watched the door with intensity, flinching at the loud click of the lock and the creak squeaking through the deadly silence. There he was, tall and large, his body blocking the brightness from outside her cell. Violet assumed this would be her permanent place of stay and it was much less a bedroom. A single bed with a ratty blanket and pillow, a desk, and a tiny bathroom. The dim lights above added the depression to the room. If she had a choice, she’d have picked the cell back at the cabin in the forest, but she didn’t.

She scrambled upwards, pushing herself further against the head of the bed, knees pressing to her chest for protection, not that they would do much for her. Bucky grinned, slowly entering the cell, his boots scuffing the hard and dirty ground.

“Let’s go” he ordered, and Violet swallowed a sickly hard lump in the back of her throat. She knew not to disobey. He had made it very clear punishment would be delivered immediately and effectively to keep her in line and Violet didn’t want to experience any form of punishment. She had already gotten her first taste yesterday after her attitude with him and her body was still sore from the whip marks plaguing her body. She sighed again and slowly slipped out of the bed, padding over to him. Bucky immediately towered her as she got closer, his dark eyes looming over her and that smirk holding the control easily.

His metal hand immediately wrapped around her upper arm, yanking her next to him and dragging her out. She hissed at the pressure and the coldness of the metal, burning her. She almost had to run to keep up with his long strides and slapped her feet on the floor to keep her balance. He dragged her through the Hydra base and as they passed various open doors, and rooms with strange machines, hospital beds and medical equipment, Violet’s stomach flipped with terror. She was glad as she passed each and every one of them, knowing he wasn’t going to take her in there. But then that left her imagination to run wild of where he was taking her.

Finally, they arrived at a large room, one she had seen before. The large machine with the chair in the middle caught her attention immediately and she shuddered. As he dragged her closer, she started to resist a bit, tugging at his tight grip but he easily overpowered her and yanked her forwards. In front of the machine was a large table and laid out were several items. A pile of clothes, a pair of black leather boots, cuffs, whips, a knife, a gun, a black leather harness and other items that Violet didn’t have a clue about.

Finally, they stopped, and Violet managed to catch her breath, standing shyly, and wrapping her arms around herself for comfort. Her stomach rumbled with hunger and her mouth was turning dry from not having drunk for a while. But she was too scared to ask for any of that. although she did manage to conjure up some courage to speak.

“What’s going on?” she murmured softly, and Bucky walked to the table, looking over his shoulder and smirking.

“Your training” he said simply, and Violet gulped. That could mean anything, and she wasn’t looking for to whatever he had planned. Bucky reached for the pile of clothes, picking up the first item which were tactile pants with pockets and straps and pads over the knees. they looked small enough to fit her and he turned to her, giving a dark glare.

“Take those off and put these on” he threw the pants at her, and she caught them in surprise. She stared at him with her mouth gaping open, wide eyes. Was he going to watch her undress. She suddenly felt self-conscious and shyed away, her eyes averting down.

“Oh, come on, don’t get shy on me, I’m your master remember” he grinned, and Violet sighed. She had no way out of this. She placed the pants on the floor slowly, reaching up to slip out of her own pants. The cold instantly hit her skin as the cotton left her, exposing her to Bucky. He gazed at her, leaning against the table, and watching intently. He couldn’t help the smirk on his lips, his fingers gripping the edge of the table. Violet ripped off the last leg and immediately picked up the tactile pants to slip them on. The room was cold enough and she was already starting to shiver. The pants were heavy and not as comfortable as her leggings she had on, but she had no choice. There were several pockets and belt loops at the top. They fitted her leg perfectly however, tight against her legs and the pads added a bit of extra warmth.

“Now this” Bucky threw her a long sleeve black jumper, knitted and tight fitting. Violet swallowed again but obeyed. She quickly slipped on the surprisingly cosy jumper, it fitting tightly to her body and accentuating every curve. The jumper reached her neck, confining her further. She almost felt like a dog wearing a collar or better yet a slave with a collar. She was starting to look less like the girly girl was she and now becoming a soldier.

“Good girl” His praised sent a different reaction through Violet, one that was slightly comforting in a way, that she had followed his orders. She felt like she had pleased him, and it made her relax. Bucky reached behind him, his metal arm glinting in the light, long metal fingers grasping hold of the final garment. A leather jacket. But not any ordinary jacket. This one was like nothing she had seen before. It reminded her of a straitjacket. The opening of the jacket was at the back, the sleeves nearer to the front and at the top, a leather buckle around where her neck would be and more trailing down the back. Bucky stepped over to her, holding out the jacket as if for Violet to place her arms inside it and let him dress her.

She knew better than to disobey or retaliate so she swallowed another hard lump and slipped her arms through the leather sleaves. The leather was thick and glossy and glided on easily. She was spun around, a little gasp escaping her as Bucky tugged on the jacket tightly, ensuring it was on before zipping it up from the back. His hands crept across her neck, his flesh hand lightly touching her jaw and she breathed heavily. It was just like her dream, the distinct difference between his warm flesh hand and cold icy metal one. He pulled the buckle around her neck, tightening it from behind and buckled the other straps along with it, trapping her in leather.

She looked completely different in the dark leather and black pants, her blonde hair contrasting against it. She was gradually losing every part of her that made her Violet, and it scared her. Her clothes laid in a mess on the floor was the last piece of her freedom and now this prison of a jacket was in control. Bucky didn’t move as he finished buckling the jacket. His hard chest pressed against her back, hands slowly trailing down her arms and moving up her stomach. Violet gasped loudly, hearing his dark chuckle in her ear, the vibrations sending a shiver down her spine and his hands pushed up to her chest, dragging over her neck. A sharp slap to her ass pulled her away, back to reality and Bucky brushed past her, her ass stinging.

“This is your uniform now; you will treat it with respect. You will not remove it unless I say otherwise. You will learn to fight in it, sleep in it, run in it, live in it” he explained, moving back to the table.

“Fight?’ Violet repeated.

“Yes, Hydra will expect you to fight in combat if they require you to. Once I have you trained and under my control, you’ll be carrying out Hydra’s dirty work” he smirked, picking up a belt with many compartments.

“You mean… kill people” she whispered, and Bucky turned, trailing over to her, the belt dangling from his fingers.

“If that is what’s required then yes” he replied, his voice softer than before and when he reached Violet, he set about threading the belt through the loops of her pants. Violet gasped, staring down as he yanked her waist towards him, clipping the belt together and ensuring it was secure.

“You’ll do everything I say and if I say I want you to kill someone, then that is what you will do” he whispered, and Violet gulped. Her nightmare was coming true. Her breaths turned heavy, and she held the tears back. it was only a matter of time before she’d be sitting behind a rifle, ready to take a shot at any target she was ordered to get rid of and that target could be her family.

Chapter 19

HEYYYY! So I know it's been so long since I've updated but I think I might have gotten my head back into this story and I'm going to try and update more frequently. I hope you like this chapter, let me know what you think in the comments. Also let me know if you want to be tagged

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The West Wing: "17 People"

FADE IN: INT. TOBY'S OFFICE - NIGHT

THE SAME NIGHT

Toby is sitting in a chair throwing his rubber ball against the wall.

MAN [on TV]

That’s an incredible one in 500 Americans afflicted with this disease, which leads me to part two of our question.

Toby stops throwing for a moment.

MAN [on TV]

Senator, how is it that, despite the prevalence of this disorder, autism has received less than 15 percent...

Paper crumpling.

TWO NIGHTS LATER

Toby is throwing crumpled legal pad paper into a wastebasket already full with other papers. He sighs heavily and throws away another page.

TWO NIGHTS AFTER THAT

Toby is typing on his laptop. He stops suddenly, looking through the screen and into the hallway. He gets up and walks to LEO'S OFFICE.

TOBY

Leo.

LEO

Hey, I didn’t know you were still here.

TOBY

Yeah.

LEO

What’s going on?

TOBY

I’ve been thinking... about why Hoynes volunteered to slap down big oil.

LEO

It was his polling information.

TOBY

Yeah, but why did he put the poll in the field at all, is what I’m saying.

LEO

John Hoynes is an egomaniac who needs to be told what people think of him.

TOBY

[chuckles] Well, that’s pretty unusual for Washington.

LEO

Yeah.

TOBY

[comes closer] Leo, has there been a discussion in some room, some place, anywhere on any level about Hoynes being dropped from the ticket in 2002?

LEO

No.

TOBY

You sure?

LEO

Yep.

TOBY

‘Cause I thought maybe it was an Eisenhower-Nixon...

LEO

No, Toby, I wouldn’t give it a lot of thought.

TOBY

Okay. [walks out]

Sound of Toby’s rubber ball hitting the wall.

THE NEXT NIGHT

FADE IN: INT. TOBY'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Toby is in his chair, throwing the ball against the wall. Throws with the right hand, catches with the left.

THE NEXT MORNING

FADE IN: INT. LEO'S OFFICE - DAY

Leo walks in, picks up his mail, walks into his office, and turns on the light. Toby is sitting on his couch.

TOBY

Hey.

LEO

[raises his head, terrified] You scared the hell out of me.

TOBY

The poll that Hoynes put in the field...

LEO

Hoynes is going to run for President one day. Why shouldn’t he do his own polling?

TOBY

[gets up] He’s going to run for President six years from now, what good does last week's do?

LEO

I really don’t know. [walks by him]

TOBY

Okay.

THAT NIGHT

TOBY [VO]

It’s never happened before, right?

FADE IN: INT. LEO'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Toby is pacing in the office.

LEO

No.

TOBY

A Vice President would never challenge a sitting President for the nomination.

LEO

‘Course not.

TOBY

You see his itinerary for the weekend?

LEO

Who?

TOBY

The Vice President.

LEO

I don’t keep tabs on John.

TOBY

He’s giving a speech at a semiconductor plant. The title of the speech is, "Clean air industry in the high-tech Corridor of the Industrial Northeast."

LEO

Where?

TOBY

Nashua. New Hampshire.

Leo takes off his glasses and sits back in the chair. Toby stares at him.

LEO

Toby, nobody, and particularly not Hoynes would be naïve enough... what I mean to say is if he’s going to New Hampshire for the reason you’re thinking he would mask it with something. It wouldn’t be an official trip. He’d make up a benign excuse to be up there.

TOBY

I know.

LEO

So why are you concerned about the speech?

TOBY

Because it comes in the middle of a three-day camping trip to Killington. [beat] Why does Hoynes think the President isn’t going to run again?

A beat, while the sound of Toby’s ball, slamming into the wall, is heard.

TOBY

What’s going on, Leo?

Leo doesn’t answer. Toby continues staring at him.

THE WEST WING

“17 PEOPLE”

WRITTEN BY: AARON SORKIN

DIRECTED BY: ALEX GRAVES

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Chapter four

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So there's a moment in every kids life when you feel like anything's possible. When you feel like you've got the total mojo. You could, I don't know, free climb El Captain, land on Mars, or, uh... get elected president.

The whole world's there for the taking if you've got the sack to go for it. And then, when you least expect it, some Kook shows up and tells you there's no eternal mystery.

And then all that talk about free climbing and Mars and the president... bullshit. Magic gets cancer and dies.

•

John b sighs, "It's not there. Look, just- just pull the drone up."

Thunder claps in the distance.

"Look, we can do another pass." Pope assures, "Recharge the battery. We can- we can go back down."

Y/n agrees, "Yeah, we can give it another go."

"We've been through it three times." JJ shouts, "There's nothing there."

"Shut up!" Kie yells at him

"What? It's true!" He argues

"The gold could be buried. We don't know." She theorizes

"If it was there, it would've been found on the metal detector, okay?" John b exclaims, "Somebody beat us to it."

"Or it was never there." JJ grumbles

With their hopes and dreams being washed away they head back.

•

John b walks into the chateau and is greeted with an woman's voice, "Hey, buddy."

He stops in his tracks and finds a social worker sitting on his couch, "You know, Cheryl, it's kind of a bad time for a check in."

She watches him drop his stuff, "Not a check in. We're here to take you."

He folds his arms, "Today? Really?"

"It's just for a few weeks until your hearing." She informs

He rubs his forehead, "No, no, no. Cheryl, look, I'm not going into foster care, okay? I'm not gonna be a part of your little system."

A radio beeps behind him.

"John B, this is Deputy Thomas." She tells him, "He works with juveniles for the sheriff's department."

John b moves away from the officer.

"Look, I know Uncle T is down in Mississippi working at a casino." She confesses, "He hasn't been here in months."

John b scoffs, "What?"

He tries to make a run for it but Thomas scares him.

John b points at him, "No, see, that's my nightmare right there. Look, I- I- I want emancipation."

"Emancipation from who?" She asks, "There's nobody here but you."

"Uh... asylum, then." He corrects

"On what grounds?" She questions

"On- on solid grounds. On holy grounds." He replies, "Look, I feel real- real prosecuted right now by you and... especially Mr. Big Head over here."

He looks over at the officer, "What are you lookin' at, bro? What're you gonna do? You gonna tase me?"

John b decides to try his luck again, rushing towards the table. It's him and officer Thomas at either side.

"John!" Cheryl exclaims

Thomas chuckles, "oh, yeah, you wanna dance, huh?"

John b tries to juke him out but he pushes the table out of the way and grabs him.

"I didn't do anything!" John cries trying to shake free, "Cheryl, get your dog off!"

"That's enough!" She yells

John b sits on the floor with Thomas still holding him, "Okay, okay, okay, okay."

Cheryl looks down at him, "Relax, John."

"I give up." He mumbles

Thomas let's go of him and stands up.

John B gets up and starts throwing things into a bag, grabbing a picture of his dad he walks of to Cheryl.

He holds the picture up to her, "You see this, Cheryl? Do you know who this is? Yeah, it's my dad. And do you know what he wanted? He wanted me to stay here, at home, and now you're taking me away from home. Do you understand that?"

She shows zero empathy, "It's the law, John b."

He picks up his bag and scoffs, "The law."

Before he knows it he's sitting in the back of a sheriff's van waiting to get shipped off to the mainland.

He looks at the picture of his dad and an idea arises. He lets the picture slip from hands and out the window.

He pretends to panic, "No, no, stop, stop, stop. Please stop! My picture! It's the last picture of my dad. Please."

"Not gonna happen, kid." Thomas replies

"Come on, Cheryl. Just stop the car." He pleads, "Please. That's all I have left."

"Pull over." She instructs

Thomas looks at her, "You want me to pull over?"

"Just pull over." She says clearly fed up with everything.

"Thank you." John b voices

Thomas gets out the car to go find the missing picture.

John watches him walk away, "Cheryl, can I help him look? Please?"

"He's got it." She assures

Thomas looks over at the van and shrugs.

"Look at this idiot." He complains, "He's not even looking in the right place. It's gonna get trashed. Cheryl, please. It's my final keepsake of my dad. Are you really gonna let that happen? Please. I'm begging you."

She shakes her head but unlocks the doors, "Make it quick."

"Yes ma'am." He says taking off his seatbelt, "Thanks, Cheryl."

He grabs his bag and opens the door, "Later, Thomas."

He laughs as he makes a run for it.

Cheryl gets out of the car, "Thomas!"

John b dashes across the street causing on coming cars to honk at him. He hops a gate, getting quite the head start on this chase.

He stops when he sees someone he knows, "Hey, what's up, Jorge?"

"What's up, bro?" He replies

John b points off into the distance, "Hey, look, there's a snow leopard."

When he looks away John snatches his bike, "Sorry, bro."

"Yo, man! What the hell?" He yells

John hops on, "I'll give it back. I promise."

He tries to catch up, "You better!"

"I swear. I'll leave it at the park."

He watches as he rides off on his bike, "Come on, dude."

John b cuts corners and finds a ramp, "Look out, you guys! Comin' in hot!"

The two kids move out his way.

•

So there's an old saying about hitting a big jump. When hucking, it's safer when you commit. Which, like in a lot of commonly accepted wisdom...

•

He lands the jump and yells, "Stay in school, kids!"

When he looks back at he almost hits someone.

"Hey!" They exclaim

•

...is bullshit.

•

He has no where to go and is met with chained off path way. The bike slams into the chain sending him flying off.

Sarah witnesses it and comes running over, "Dude!"

"Who put the chain there?" He groans

"Did you just yeet over that chain?" She asks, "Oh, my god. Holy shit, your shit."

She kneels down next to him and pulls up his shirt.

She gasps seeing a cut, "Okay. That's not good at all."

He sits up, "Yeah, that's not ideal. He could you take me to the hospital?"

"Right now?" She questions

He looks over into the distance, "Yeah, right now. That'd be fantastic."

She lends him her hand, "Okay, well, you have to get up."

They safely make it to her car and John b immediately lays the chair back.

"Hey, do you- do you see a car?" He asks, "Like a- like a cop suv? Blue and white, maybe?"

She looks out her window just as it drives by, "Yes, there is a blue and white cop suv."

"Shit." He whispers, "Do you see a guy with no neck?"

She watches as two people leave the vehicle, "There is a guy. He, in fact, does not have a neck. There's a woman with him."

"What are- what are they doing?" He asks

"They're... um..." she trails backing out, "just..."

"Can you- can you just go, please?" He begs

"That's- that's what I'm doing." She tells him, "They're stopped at the dead bike."

She drives off, "Why are the cops after you? What, did you do rob a bank?"

He looks out the back window, "You know, it's probably better if you didn't know."

She shoots him a look, "What are you, like, a fugitive, John b?"

He tries to steady his breathing, "I don't know, more like a refugee or something. Hey, you know what? Don't take me to the hospital. Just take a left, please. I gotta do something."

She takes the left and John b gets out of the car. In the road lies the picture that started all of this. He quickly picks it up and gets back in the car.

"Hit it, Sancho." He tells her, "Come on, come on, come on."

•

"Boat like this don't just sink, Dr. Thornton." A man informs as Toppers boat is lifted out of the water.

"How much is this gonna cost me?" She asks

"Ah, submerged 24 hours, you're lookin' at 25, 30k." He answers

"And insures won't cover it?" She queries

He chuckles, "No. Not for operational error. Plug wasn't in there."

Topper can feel the deathly glare from his mother, "Well, why- why you lookin' at me?"

"Why do you think?" She asks

"I did not forget to put the plug in, Mom. It's been sitting in the water a week."

"I thought that when you turned 16, you'd take a little more responsibility for you actions." She growls

"Mom, I did not do this! Are you kidding me?" You think I'm that stupid? Why is this my fault?" He questions

"Because it usually is." She claims

She sighs and walks away.

•

Topper does pulls up while complaining to Rafe and Kelce about his problems, "My mom thinks I did it... even though there's no way I could've. I mean how?"

He gets off the bar, "It's always my fault, no matter what. She just- she just wants me to be this little robot that- that just checks her boxes. You know what I mean? SAT prep? Oh, check. Serving food at the shelter? Check."

He continues to complain, "I mean, I do/ I literally do everything she wants, and I'm sick of it."

Rafe stops his deadlifts, "Well, we know who did it, right?"

Kelce drops his dumbbells, "It was that little geek Pope."

"Pope, yeah." Topper replies, "Rafe, if you wouldn't have jumped him on the golf course, I'd still have a boat, right?"

"Sorry if I, uh... had your back after some Pogue put a- put a gun to your head." He states, "Listen, man, I am not the enemy here. Am I the enemy here? I'm not the enemy."

"No." Kelce quickly answers

Rafe grabs Topper, "I didn't sink the boat. Pope did. And you need to force him to take some personal responsibility, bro."

"Bro, he sank the boat, all right?" Kelce chimes, "That shit can't stand."

"So what are you gonna do about it?" Rafe asks

He shrugs, "What are you gonna do about Y/n?"

"Yeah, because from what you told me, she dropped you." Kelce comments

Rafe glares at him making him back track.

"I mean she caught you offer guard." He says, "So what are you gonna do?"

Rafe strokes his chin, "I'll just have to remind her of where she belongs."

•

Sarah drives up to her house, "We've gotta clean that wound."

"No. Nope." John b replies, "Sarah, I- I cannot be here."

"Okay, well, you have to trust me." She states

"Yeah, I did that one time already." He argues

"Okay, we've already been through this." She says unbuckling her seatbelt, "I didn't rat you out, okay? So suck it up, buttercup."

John b follows her up to the house, "Hey. Hey, I don't think your old man would be happy if an ex employee was bleeding all over his house."

She shushes him, "So don't bleed."

As soon a she opens the door Wards voice can be heard. She pushes him into one of the connecting rooms.

Ward comes down the stairs and sees Sarah standing in the doorway.

"Hi!" She greets

"What are you doing?" He asks pulling his phone away from his ear.

"Well, what do you mean?"

He points to the door, "Shut the door. Come on, sweetie."

He walks out the door, closing it behind him.

Sarah grabs John and they book it up stairs.

"Go in here. Sit down. I'll be right back." She commands shutting the door to the study room.

"Whoa." John b says looking around.

Sarah quickly comes back with the supplies, "Okay. Lift up your shirt."

He sits down on the couch and groans lifting up the side of his shirt.

She sits down next to him opening the first aid, "That's going to be disinfected."

He looks at the bottle next to her, "Wait, is that rubbing alcohol?"

She nods, "Yes. It's the only way to be safe. Okay, close your eyes."

She douses a cotton ball with the alcohol, "On the count of three."

He sits back trying to prepare himself.

She holds it over the cut, "Ready? One, two..."

She doesn't say three and just the cotton ball down on his cut.

He screams in reaction from the burning.

She covers his mouth with her hand, "Shh! Are you kidding me? My god."

He quietly apologizes when she pulls away her hand.

"Never heard anyone whine like that before." She quips rubbing down his cut.

He smacks her hand, "Stop."

"Excuse you." She scolds

"Sorry. Sorry." He whispers tensing up, "Who, uh... who's the dude on the wall?"

She glances over at the painting, "Oh, it's Denmark Tanny, founder of Tannyhill."

He lets go of the breath his been holding, "Founder?"

"Mm-hm." She hums

"So, how did a slave found a cotton plantation?" He questions

"He was a free man." She answers dressing his wound, "He's kind of a mystery. He showed up out of no where and paid for all of the land around here in gold."

This peaks his interest, "In gold?"

He gets up and walks over to the painting.

"Hey, wh- I'm not finished, Sancho." She chides

He pulls the map out from his bag, "Denmark Tanny. I- I recognize that name. He- he was on the Royal merchant. But there were no survivors."

He turns around to come face to face with Sarah, "Hey, what else do you know about this guy?"

"Uh, when we first moved in, we found a diary, an almanac, a bunch of paper." She answers finish her work on him, "Ward donated all of it to the state archives at Chapel Hill."

"Can I go see that?" He asks

"See what?" She questions

"The- the archives." He replies, "I need- I need to see them."

She packs everything back into the kit, "I mean, I can get you in if you want. He's got a trustee pass."

He points at her, "Yeah, yeah. I need that."

She looks up at him, "To Chapel Hill?"

He nods, "Yes. Right now."

She stands up straight, "Why now?"

"I... I can't tell you that." He states

"More fugitive stuff?" She questions

"Uh... fugitive adjacent, sort of. It's, um... it's a matter of national security." He claims

She leans over the table separating them, "I've just waited my entire life for someone to say that to me."

He runs his hand through his hair, "Look- god. I know this sounds crazy, but I really need to borrow that pass. The less you know, the better. Okay? You just- you gotta trust me."

She shakes her head, "No. I don't trust anyone. Especially not with a trustee pass."

"I need to go now." He tells her

She shrugs, "Okay, then I'm coming with you."

"No." He says

"Yes." She declares walking up to him, "One last mission, and then I'm out of this dirty, dirty game."

She slaps his wound making him groan.

"Come on. Let's go." She tells him.

•

Pope looks over his shoulder to spot Topper watching him from his car. Topper and Rafe carry looks that could kill.

Pope quickly makes his way back into his dads shop, scared and worried about what they might do.

•

JJ takes shots at a teddy bear, wanting to get his practice in with the gun.

Pope power walks over to them, "JJ!"

JJ continues to be off in his own little world, "What was that? That's what I thought, man."

"JJ!" He yells

He takes off his headphones, "What?"

"They know." Pope voices

JJ walks over to Pope, "All right, chill, bro. All right? They don't know shit."

"Topper know I sunk his boat." He says

"How do you know they know?" JJ asks

Pope starts to pace, "Because Rafe and Topper posted outside of Hayward's and mad dogged me."

"Will you calm down and get a grip, man? They don't know shit." JJ assures

Pope feels like pulling out his hair, "They have cameras. They could've seen me."

"There was no power." JJ reminds, "How could they have seen you?"

"It's Figure Eight. They got generators." He barks, "They don't give scholarships to kids who vengefully sink boats. It's not a good look on my transcript."

"Enough with the regret, bro!" JJ shouts, "They caved your face in. They hit us, we hit them. It's the law of the jungle. Now, if any Kooks come up to you and ask if you had anything to do with it, you walks up to 'em, look 'em right in the eye, and..."

Pope finishes his sentence, "Deny the living shit out it."

"That's right. Deny, deny, deny." He says, "But just for safety, we don't go anywhere without protection."

JJ points over to the gun, "Right?"

•

Officer Shoupe walks into Peterkins office, "I got a few things to show you. I should close the door."

He shuts it, "I've been doing a little investigative work. A little recon on my own time."

"It that so?" She asks

"Uh-huh." He answers setting a file down on her desk, "I found this in Scooter Grubbs' motel room."

She pulls out a picture.

"That is the Royal Merchant." He informs, "At least, it looks like it. Now, I didn't know what to make of it, then, those two mainlanders turned up in the gill net."

He tosses some more papers on her desk, "That was in their truck beneath the seat."

She picks up a layout of the boat, "Three people lookin' for the Merchant drowned. Okay. One was a drunk fool, the others were from off. Didn't know the currents."

He takes back the papers, "Yeah, that's what I thought. Until this washed up. Murder was the case that they gave me."

She looks down at yet another file.

"Coroner's report." He states, "When was the last time you had a homicide?"

"A long time." She replies

He looks down at the photos of the men, "I mean, who in God's name could do that to a person."

She looks at a mugshot, "This is the guy that chased John b through town."

"Cheryl said he bolted when she went to pick him up for DCS. Jumped out of a squad car. Maybe the kid's stepped up to the big leagues." He tells her

She closes the file, "Okay. Good job."

•

John b and Sarah rush over to the leaving boat, "Hey, excuse me, sir? Wait, wait. Are you sold out?"

"You aren't the only ones trying to get off the island." He says walking away.

John b slams his hands on the booth, "God damn it. Oh, shit."

He looks around and then grabs Sarah's arm, "Hey, follow me. Hey, so, have you ever been on a tugboat?"

"A what?" She asks, "You're not serious."

"Look, we just gotta talk our way onto this barge." He says, "I got this. These are my people. Just wait."

He clears his throat walking over to a man leaving Sarah behind, "Hey, Cap! So, question for you... Um... look, me and my sister really need to get on this boat, man. Can we hop on?"

The man shakes his head, "No."

"Just- just help a brother out." He pleads

"Can’t do it." He says

John b walks away, "Thanks for nothing."

Sarah smile, "So..."

He tugs on the straps of his backpack, "Um... So... they're booked."

She puts her hands on her hips, "Who? Your, uh... your- your people?"

He rolls his eyes, "What, you got a better idea?"

She bumps his shoulder walking past him, she grabs a yellow jacket and then pulls him towards another.

"Okay now grab a tank." She says

They swiftly make it onto the boat and try to not to be seen heading further down the boat.

A man can be heard close by, "Gotta go down to the engine room."

John b pulls her into a room and the man can be heard walking by. The boat jerks making them grab each other to keep them steady.

"We're moving." She says giving him a high five.

•

JJ, Pope, Kie, and y/n try to find a place to sit at the park.

"I'm so glad that they're still doing this." Kie comments, "Keep calm. Carry on. Back to OBX life."

"How it should be." Y/n chimes

"Exactly." She replies, "Aren't you guys glad I made you come?"

"Ecstatic." Pope says clearly not happy.

JJ fixes his hat, "My couch was pretty comfy, I'll be honest."

"We're out of the green zone, man." Pope whispers to JJ.

"Dude, tranquilo, okay?" He mumbles

"We're in the middle of Kooklandia. This is the last place I wanted to be." He argues

"Shut up, pope." He says through teeth.

"You didn't have to come, you know?" Y/n reminds, thinking they're just in a bad mood.

"It would have been suspicious if I didn't come." He claims

"Why would that be suspicious?" She wonders

He remembers that she doesn't know, "Nevermind, I'm being stupid."

Kie walks up to the concession stand, "Hey, uh... can I get two Pepsis, please?"

"Hey, Kie." Rafe calls out walking over, "Hey, what's up? How are you?"

She looks at him taking notice of a cut by his eye, "I'm fine."

"Good, good." He nods, "Um... Tell your boy we know what he did."

"Sorry, what boy are you talking about?" She asks

"Uh, he'll know." He assures

She gives him a dirty look and grabs her drinks.

"And tell y/n I'll see her soon." He adds

She walks away not caring as to what he has say, "Douche."

She makes it back to the group, "Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote, 'Tell your boy that we know what he did.' What is that?"

Pope gives JJ a worried look.

She sits down, "Also, y/n, don't tell me you fucking him."

Her face fills with disgust, "Ew, no, what the fuck? Why?"

"He said that he would see you soon, so..."

"Where is he?" JJ asks

She turns, "Right there."

They all turn around to see Rafe, Topper, and Kelce standing a couple yards away.

"Great the whole death squad." Pope panics

JJ grabs Popes head making him turn back, "Stop staring. Just warning you, bro. If the corner me, I'm coming out swinging. Slice and dicin'. I'm on the edge right now. If that doesn't work, I got this right here."

"Yeah, yeah." Pope says, "So, we just gotta stay in a group. They can't come get us in the group."

"Like a school of fish." JJ chimes

"Stay in the school." Pope stresses, "Can't leave the school."

"I'm sorry, JJ... please tell me that you did not bring a gun here. JJ, there are kids." She scolds

He shakes his head, "No! Kie, I didn't bring the gun. Everything's fine, okay?"

"Oh, wow, thank you. That's really convincing. I love that, JJ." She quips

She nudges y/n's arm, "Are you hearing this?"

Y/n gives her a defeat look, "There's not much we can do about now."

"Founding principle, you guys. No secrets amongst Pogues. What is Rafe talking about?" She pushes

"Kie, it might go down tonight." Pope informs

"What does that mean? 'Might go down tonight.' What did y'all do?" She asks

"Deny, deny, deny." JJ says under his breath

Y/n might as-well share one secret to keep whatever the boy are hiding in the dark.

"I punched Rafe in the face." Y/n shares

All over their heads turn her way, "You did what?"

She tries to be vague not knowing if Kie knows about pope being jumped, "He was being shit head so I confronted him and then you know, one thing led to another."

"Are you being serious?" Kie asks

She nods, "Yeah."

They all looked at her in shock.

"Im pretty sure my ring cut his face." She adds, "Asshole had it comin’."

"Do you have a death wish?" Pope worries

"I wish daddy’s money would do something." She replies

JJ daps her up, "Kook on Kook crime, I like it."

"Call me a Kook again and I’ll cut you off my phone plan, blondie."

•

John b takes off his shirt, the heat below deck getting to him.

"Oh, my god." Sarah sighs, "What is the hottest you've ever been?"

"Right now." He answers

She nods, "Same. Do you... I don't know, do you wanna play a game?"

"No, I don't." He says

She fans herself with her hands, "Cool. So, there's this game my sister and I play. It's called truth or dare, except there's no dare."

"So, it's just truth, Sarah. That's truth." He corrects

"Yeah. Do you wanna play truth?" She asks

He shrugs, "Sure."

"You get the first question." She informs

He puts on a Russian accent, "Why did you kill Dimitri?"

She plays along with the accent, "Oh, that is too easy. Dimitri, he- he knew too much. He was compromised."

"Yes, you know, we all know too much, eventually." He chuckles

She speaks in her normal voice, "My turn. What did you see in the painting?"

He sighs, "Look, I can't tell you. Okay?"

"Why?" She questions

"Because it's for your own safety." He tells her

"Okay, but something made you want to go to the archives, obviously." She argues

"Look, somebody who was supposed to be dead wasn't, all right." He replies

"Like your dad?" She wonders

He looks away from her, "Yeah, okay, you know what?"

"I'm sorry." She says

"No, it's fine." He assures

She rubs her face, "No, it's not. I am such an idiot. That was a really lame thing to say. I can't imagine losing my dad."

She sighs, "My entire family would fall apart without him. Everybody thinks he's this really rich guy, but he's from the cut, like you, and he's busted his ass for everything that we have."

"You appreciate him." He comments

She agrees, "Yeah. I do."

"That's how I feel about my dad." He voices

"Is that what this is about?" She asks

He takes a second to think, "Okay, so, you know how whales make those deep noises? It's like a..."

He tries his best to mimic a whales sound.

She holds in a laugh, "Yeah."

"That's how... other whales hear each other across the ocean, and I know this sounds really weird, but, uh..." he pauses, "I can hear him calling to me... like he needs my help."

He shakes his head and he brings back the accent, "But, uh, I- I cannot let feelings interfere with the mission."

"No. No, comrade." She says in the accent, "Definitely not."

•

"Look, I hear hooves, I usually think horses, not zebras." The body examiner says

"Two tourist fall off their boat in the high seas, drown, and the sharks took 'em." Peterkin tells him

He pulls back the sheets, "Yeah, yeah. I get it. But... this is kinda weird. First, there's too much water in the lungs, and that tells me that they were dead before they hit the water, not after."

He points to cut, "Then, there's this. Same type of wounds on both corpses. Now, at first, I thought it was a bite, but it's not. There's a round curve on the inside. I think it's defensive wounds from a gaff hook."

"Gaff hook?" She asks

"Yeah. That thing you spear a fish with-"

She cuts him off, "Charlie, I know what a gaff hook is."

"All right. All right. My take is that whoever did this was trying to destroy evidence." He tells her, "They gaffed 'em, they rolled 'em overboard and let the sharks do the rest."

•

John b and Sarah rush off of the boat with a man chasing after them. They run down the dock, weaving through people.

Sarah looks down at her clothes, "Oh, my god. We're disgusting. We will not get into the archives looking like this."

"Why not?" He asks

She scratches her head, "I promise you, they will not let us in looking like we crawled out of a swamp."

The ditch the bright yellow jackets and walk up to a store.

"What about this store? Let's go shopping here." Sarah says

He looks at the window display, "Absolutely not."

He goes to walk away but she calls him back, "Whoa, Sancho. I think we've arrived."

He follows her in, "Look, Sarah, I don't think you understand. This is like an organ with the wrong blood type. It doesn't work."

"You are the single most dramatic person I've ever met." She replies

"No, I'm not." He whispers

She looks at a shirt, "What about cashmere?"

He looks at it closely, "Oh, my god. Have you seen this shirt? It's $190."

She taps his shoulder, "Yeah, don't worry. I'll sugar mama you."

"Sugar mama?" He mumbles

"What about some glasses?" She asks putting them on his face, "Little Clark Kent action."

"Sarah, I don't think you understand. I don't want anything from here." He tells her

A clerk walks up to them, "Can I help you?"

"Yes. Yes, you may, Mr..." she trails

He shakes her hand, "Mr. Ike."

"Ike? Sarah." She greets, "Jonathan."

"John." He corrects

"My friend Jonathan here needs all the help he can get." She says

He looks him up and down, "I can see that."

He gives John b an assortment of clothes for him to try on. He puts on every single outfit until him and Sarah are able to come to an agreement.

He looks at himself in the mirror "If someone saw me in this-"

She cuts him off, "They would roast the shit out of you but it's a good thing we're on a secret mission, so we have to assume another identity. In fact we probably shouldn't even be using our real names."

He nods, "So we need aliases. What are you thinking?"

She taps her chin, "Mmm... Vlad... from... Vienna. What's mine?"

"Okay. Uh, Valerie from Quebec." He suggests

She hums, "Mm! Valerie du Québec?”

"Parlez-vous français?" He asks

"Oui, oui, monsieur. Et toi?" She replies

He shakes his head, "No. No, that's it. So, since you got to dress me, I'm feeling all spiffy. I get to dress you."

"Bring it." She says

With the tables turned, Sarah has to try on outfits for him. It's more for laughs for him and a struggle for her.

She comes out in a striped dress and does a little spin for him.

"Wow. You look..." he's at a loss for words, "Cl- I mean, you- you clean up nice, Val."

"You have a way with words, Vlad." She clears her throat, "So, do we have a winner?"

He puts on his jacket, "I think we have a winner. I think so, yeah.”

She chuckles and fixes his collar.

"Can I ask you something? Why did you come?" He asks

"To finish the mission." She whispers

"No, for real." He replies

She fixes her hair, "Because... I am 16, and I already know what the rest of my life is gonna look like. It's gonna be... stupid yacht clubs filled with hollow people making useless small talk, and I feel like if I don't get out of the Bubble Wrap now, I never will."

She continues, "And then, by the time I'm 30, I'm going to be an alcoholic, and I won't even notice it."

"Well, I'd kind of like some of that Bubble Wrap." He confesses

"Be careful what you wish for." She says

They leave the store with Sarah leading the way.

"Okay, the library's not open all night, so we need to hurry." She informs

•

"JJ." Pope whispers

"What?" He asks

"Gotta take a piss." He says

"Hold it." He tells him not wanting to leave the crowd.

"I can't hold it. I drank too much soda." He informs

"It's too exposed. They'll totally see us."

"I gotta go." He says

They look back to see the three boys watching the movie paying no attention to them.

"They're blocking the bathrooms." Pope points out

JJ looks around, "Come here. I know where.”

They both get up to scurry off.

"Hey, where y'all going?" Y/n asks

"We gotta ring it out." JJ replies

"You gonna hold it for each other?" Kie jokes

The boys don't respond and try to make it out of the crowd without being seen.

They make it behind the big screen and go pee.

Pope sighs in relief, "This feels better than a blowjob."

"Like you know how that feels." JJ quips

"This feels better than what I imagine a blowjob would feel like."

JJ finishes and turns to watch his back.

"You bring the peacemaker?" Pope asks

"Oh, shit, I forgot it."

Popes panic state comes back, "You forgot it?"

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" He rushes

"Dude, you had one job." He scolds, "That's all I asked you to do, man."

JJ starts to back, "I know. Let's go back."

Rafe walks up to them, "What's up, Pogues?"

They both step back, "What's up, Rafe?”

"How you guys doin' tonight?" He asks backing them into the dark.

"Isn't it past your bedtime?" JJ chides

"I just wanna talk." He says

Pope turns and runs but comes face to face with Topper and Kelce, "Just chill out, Topper."

"Yeah, that was some nice work you did on my boat." He tells them

"I don't know what you're talking about." He claims

"Sure, you don't." He says

Rafe stands in front of JJ, "Not so burly without a gun now, are you?"

"Take one more step, I'll rip that prepubescent face off." He threatens

"Do you feel good about yourself, stealing shit?" Topper asks getting closer to Pope, "Is your mom proud of you? Is your dad?"

Pope headbutts him when he gets too close, sending him back a few feet.

"Attaboy!" JJ cheers, "With your fist, like this, okay?"

Kelce goes for JJ, "Come on, Pogue."

JJ knees him in the stomach pushing him back and then throws two solid punches to his face.

Pope rides on this new high and socks Topper in the face.

Rafe drags JJ off of Kelce, making him fight for dominance. He shoves him back to Kelce to tries to hold him back.

Rafe delivers a blow straight to his gut.

Topper swings and misses Pope, Pope tries to take him down but Topper elbows him in the back.

Rafe throws dirty punches at the held back JJ.

Kie makes her way into the fight fest.

Kie swings at Topper with JJs backpack, "Let go of him, Topper! Fascist asshole!"

Topper rips it away from her and throws elsewhere. Kie hops onto his back to stop him, hitting him wherever she can.

Pope takes his new leverage and socks him in the jaw.

Y/n joins the party to see Rafe pick up Kie, "Put her down, asshole!"

Y/n shoves Rafe making him drop Kie.

"Stay out of this, Y/n!" He shouts

She wastes no time punching him in the face, "No!”

Rafe tries to wrestle her to the ground as she throws punches at his abdomen.

Topper puts Pope in a headlock, "Admit you did it, bitch!"

Kie crawls over to the discard bag looking for something that would help them.

Topper continues to strangle Pope as he struggles to breath, "You don't mess with me, Pogue! You hear me?"

Kie pulls out the gun contemplating if she should use it. She looks at her friends fighting and opts out, grabbing a lighter.

She moves over to the screen and lights it on fire. The flames scares the movie watchers and the fighters.

They all let go of each other not wanting to be linked to anything.

Rafe leads the Kooks away, "Holy shit, you almost killed him, man!"

Kie helps up Pope, "Hey, you good?"

He puts his hat back on, "You're a freakin' idiot."

She puts her arm around him, "I saved your ass. Come on."

•

"So, the library's on the other side of the student center." Sarah tells John, "Have you ever been here before?"

"I've never been to a college, no." He answers

"That's a gap in your training." She jokes, "How do you like it?"

He tugs on the straps of his backpack, "So far, so good."

"So, my dad went here." She says trying to keep the conversation alive, "And then his dad went here, and then his dad's dad went here."

"That's pretty rough." He replies

"Yeah, I know. He would have an absolute aneurysm if I didn't go here. Which is kind of annoying but what can you do?" She shrugs, "What about you?"

He looks up at the building, "Uh... college has never really been in my radar, so..."

Sarah's phone rings, pulling it out she looks at the caller, "Uh-oh. It's my handler. I told him I was spending the night at Scarlet's."

He oohs at her, "And what would he think if he knew you were here with me?"

She walks backwards her back to the building, "I'd be hanged for treason."

He dramatically gasps, "As a Pogue sympathizer? Oh, my goodness."

He makes a phone with his hand, "You've gotta be careful fraternizing with the enemy, Valerie. Wait a minute. Did he kidnap you? Or drug you?"

She does the same with her hand, "No, I came of my own recognizance, following a lead."

"Ohh. Do we know this enemy?" He asks

"You do." She states, "He used to work for you."

He shakes his head, "No, no, no. It's not the scuba thief, is it?"

"He is not what you think." She says

He scratches his head, "Goodness gracious, he's working some good patios on you, Val. He's a smooth operator."

She laughs, "No, he's not."

He acts offended and hangs up his imaginary phone.

She continues to laugh at him, "He's really clumsy. He does finger guns way too often. And he has absolutely no idea when to make a move."

She watches as a small smile creeps onto his face, "But I think I might be able to turn this one, sir."

She begins to walk over to entrance of the building.

He quickly follows, "You better be careful, Valerie. Once a Pogue, always a Pogue."

In the building they make their way up a flight of stairs.

"All right, Vlad, it's time to play the truth game." She claims

"Again?" He asks

She dismisses his unwillingness to play and asks her question, "Why the hell are be here?"

"Look, Sarah, I already told you. I can't tell you." He reminds

"Okay, well, intel on the mission is the price of the ticket, and I'm the only way you're getting in." She argues, "It's your choice. I have to know."

He stops in his tracks, "Okay. On pain of death?"

She stops and spins around to face him, "Mmhm."

He quickly scans the area to make sure no one can listen in, "I'm on a treasure hunt."

She starts to laugh and echos around open room, "What?"

When he doesn't respond she stops laughing, "Oh, shit, you're serious."

He keeps his voice low, "Look, I have reason to believe that Denmark Tanny was the sole survivor of the Royal Merchant wreck. Look, I- I know this sounds crazy, okay, but I'm pretty sure he got away with 400 million in gold, which is how he would've been able to buy Tannyhill."

He continues to explain, "And I think the location of that treasure is in his papers. That's why we're here."

"You said 400 million?" She asks

"That's a lot of bubble wrap." He surmises

"I'll talk to the librarian." She replies walking away.

The librarian takes them into large office space, "I can't tell you how grateful we are to receive the Tanny materials from your father. It's right up there."

John B shuts the door behind him and follows Sarah up a short flight of stairs.

They sit down at a desk with two small boxes in front of them.

He sighs, "Doen the rabbit hole."

They take off the lids and put on gloves to start going through what's inside.

Sarah reads off an old sheet of newspaper, "It says that Denmark used the money he made from Tannyhill to buy slaves and give them their freedom. It says that he was accused of inciting revolt."

"This was before the Civil War." She informs

"That's why they hanged him." He replies

He pulls out a bible from the box in front of her, opening it, "Check this out."

She points to a page, "These are the birthdays."

"Yeah, Denmark Tanny." He says

She reads off the names, "Cecilia, Robert, Lewis, and Abraham. His three sons."

He closes the book, "What a minute."

He picks a piece of paper.

Sarah looks over, "Is that a picture of-"

He cuts her off, "Gold. This is how he bought the land. It's- it's British gold. This is what was on the Merchant."

"Bingo." She chimes pulling out a stack of papers, "This is what we first moved in."

He points to one that she set down, "What's that?"

She picks it up, "This is the last correspondence."

"Wait, that's- that's in Gullah, the lost Creole language." He says

"Can you read it?" She asks

He shakes his head, "No. mm-mm. I wish, but no. So, Denmark finds out that the posse's coming for him. Wait, what's the date on the letter?"

"It is... May 3rd, 1844." She reads, "Wait, that's- "

He finishes her thought, "That's the day he died."

She reaches back into the box, "And this is addressed to Robert."

"So the day he dies, he writes a letter to his son?" He questions

"In a language only they can understand." She thinks out loud

"Wait a minute." He tells her pulling out his phone.

He takes a picture of it to save it for later.

•

Deputy Shoupe sits down with Topper and his mom, "We got lucky. There's a camera on a solar panel. We can't make out a face, but we were able to ID the other boat."

Topper scoffs at the sight.

His mom looks down at the screen, "Whose boat is it?”

"Registered to Heyward." He informs, "We think this is his kid."

Topper sits down in front of them, "All right, so she thought that I did this, Deputy, right? I told you, Mom, not everything's my fault."

"Can we talk about this privately, please?" She scolds and then turns back to Shoupe, "So, what happens now?"

"Well, if you press charges, it'll be up to juvenile court. Now, Pope is 16. Could be tried as an adult." He explains, "He'd do time."

"Press charges." She states

Shoupe tries to make her tread lightly, "You know, Heyward, uh..."

She stops him from talking, "Deputy, I said press charges."

He nods, "Yeah, all right. We're on it."

•

"My dad is going to kill me for being out all night." Sarah voices, "But at least we completed the mission."

"Yeah. Yeah." John replies, "You know, speaking of the mission, you're not as bad as I thought you'd be."

She chuckles, "Well, what'd you expect?"

"Do you want me to answer that?" He quips

"I have an idea." She starts to list off a couple things, "Maybe a kook Princess? Bubble wrap queen?"

"Somethin' like that." He answers, "Rude to waiters at a minimum type of thing."

She takes offense, "Ow! That hurts. Yikes."

"Just sayin'."

She looks away from the water and over to him, "You know you're not what I expected either. Much weirder. For starters, you are totally ADD."

He tries to deny it, "Uh... ooh..." but agrees, "yeah."

"And I thought you were this really laid back, surfer, dude bro." She confesses, "And it turns out you are on a paternal jihad."

"Yeah, I'm just trying to get this letter translated."

She shrugs, "Hey..." picking up her cup, "To breaking expectations."

"So..." He trails, "what's it's gonna be like when we get back?"

She furrows her brows, "With what?"

He struggles to find the right words, "With... you know, like, um..."

She motions between them, "This?"

He nods, "Yeah."

"Nothing changes, I guess? Right?" She wonders, "I'll go back to the bubble."

"Like Topper? Back to the bubble?" He queries

She looks out to the water, "Yeah. And, um... I guess you'll go back to being a... a fugitive."

He takes a sip of his drink, "Yeah."

"Had a really great day, though." She tells him

"Me too." He says

•

"Don't let it get in your head. Three of them and two of us." JJ nags, "That's some typical Kook shit right there."

"Hell, yeah." Kie agrees

"What was your thought process, using your head?" He asks

"I don't know, man." Pope answers, "I just kind of acted off instinct. I was a cornered animal."

Y/n pats his shoulder, "And you fought like hell."

Mr. Heyward walks over, "Hey, Pope, someone here to see you."

In walks deputy Shoupe.

Popes face drops, "Evening officer."

He makes his way over to him, "I have an arrest warrant for felony destruction of property. Keep your hands on the counter where I can see 'em."

Pope gives a distressed look to JJ.

Mr. Heyward tries to stop him, "Whoa. Shoupe, what'd he do?"

"Take a look at the warrant." He tells him

They all begin to panic, “You're arresting him?"

"Shoupe, are you listening?" Heyward asks

Shoupe blocks out everyone around, cuffing Pope and reading him his rights.

Pope can't hear a thing, his focused in on the thoughts running wild through his head.

His friends and father trying to get some answers from the deputy.

JJ makes a spilt second decision, "It wasn't him! It was me! He tried to talk me out of it. But I was mad because he'd just been beaten up. I was so sick of those assholes from Figure Eight that I lost my shit."

He stops in front of Pope, "I can't let you take the blame for something I did. You've got too much to lose."

"JJ, what are you doing? He scolds

"I'm tellin' the truth." He replies, "For once in my goddamn life, I'm gonna tell the truth. I took his old man's boat, too."

"JJ, come on." Pope pleads

"Just shut up, Pope!" He yells, "Just shut up. He's a good kid. You know where I'm from."

Shoupe nods, "Yeah."

"It was all me." JJ states

Shoupe turns to Pope, "That's the whole truth?"

"Whole truth, swear to god." JJ chimes

"I know what you think, damn it." He barks, "I'm asking Pope."

Pope locks eyes with JJ, looking for any sign of a go head.

Pope finally nods, "Yeah, that about covers it."

JJ switches places with Pope and is loaded into the back of the car.

They all watch as they drive off.

Pope throws his cap onto the ground, "Shit!"

•

JJ sits in a holding cell, thinking about what he's done. But he smiles, knowing that he has saved the reputation and future for his friend.

•

"Now that we have returned to the motherland..." Sarah says as the walk the dock, "...we must revert to our real identities, so if you see me on the street-"

John b interrupts her, "Yes, of course, I am a true, uh, professional."

She stops walking, "It's been a pleasure working with you, comrade."

She sticks out her and he shakes it.

"Pleasures mine." He assures

She starts her walk back to her house.

"Wait, wait, wait!" He calls out, "Uh... uh- really? That's it? You're just gonna walk away like this never happened?"

She turns around, "Well, that's what professionals do, right?"

"Sarah, I just had the best day of my life!" He shouts

She smiles, "John B, you're gonna blow our cover."

"Look, I don't care about my cover, Sarah." He rebukes, "I don't care about my friends finding out or your boyfriend with frosted tips."

"Look, yesterday, I- I didn't even know who you were. And today, I'm, like..." he points at her, "Sarah Cameron. And honestly, in my limited experience, that's rare. That's like, like... eclipse rare."

He pushes back his hair, "Like a blind person seeing color for the first time rare or, like, Bigfoot evidence or the Northern Lights. Look, I can't pretend like this isn't real, like this didn't happen."

Sarah walks back over to him, "Shut up."

She puts her arms around his neck pulls him into kiss.

She pulls away, " I can't pretend either."

"It's a small island." She tells him, "We should be careful."

With a short kiss goodbye they go their separate ways.

•

A man breathes heavily as he wraps up John Bs compass in a rag, placing it into a secure box.

Grabbing a large hook off the table and setting it to the side.

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