#SURF'S UP 🏄

[bayoubodycount]

When you live in California and are officially 100% DONE getting assaulted by these damned atmospheric rivers. You stop fighting and apparently start surfing😎🤙

[buckhead1111]

buckhead1111

[hourly-cookie-run]

Surf's up, Milky Way Cookie! 🏄 Which Cookie are you spending your summer vacation with? 🏖️

[chessb0r3d]

Surf's up. 🏄

[galactoon]

surf's up! 🏄🌊 (he/him)

[thatskynews]

Surf's up at the Realms, dudes... 🏄 🤙

I mean Sky kids... Surf's up, Sky kids 🤭

[smokbeast]

Crawling up from the depths of hell to suggest Frak and/or anyone else in beach day attire! (I think it was this emoji 🏄)

ADds the MAN as a sneak attack, frak absolutely surfing and just expects the worst out of his soggy boyfriend

[jess-moloney]

Jess said she’s a surfer, but she just stands on a surfboard on her IG photos and there are no videos of her, surfing 🏄‍♀️ for real.

In reality, she posted IG her photos (wearing a surfboard and standing on a surfboard, to get Jamie’s attention), that’s how she managed to attract his attention first, because Jamie really likes surfing 🏄 on the sea 🌊.

Recently, she posted on IG a photo of herself playing tennis, she has the racket and the tennis ball 🎾 in her hand, but she didn’t post a video of her playing a game of tennis for real with someone.

She says she did dance 💃 and that she still does it, but there is no video of her dancing for real.

She says she participated in a marathon competition, but did she really participate ?Because she said she hurt herself, so she couldn’t run 🏃, but honestly I think she’s lying.🤥.

Jamie dating with a woman who invents a life herself, she says she knows how to practice all the sports she mentioned, even if it is false and there is no proof of what she said and he wastes his time with this leech Jessica Moloney, who destroys him slowly.

The surfing pictures are all very posed to make her look as sexy and sporty as possible. We've never seen her actually doing anything like that. It's all for the gram.

There's never been a video of her dancing which you think at least one would exist with the fact that she claims that she's done it her whole life and wanted it to be a profession at some point.

No videos for tennis either.

The most video evidence we've got of her doing anything "sporty" are some short clips of her doing pilates (and I don't do pilates so I don't know if she's any good or what she's doing is just basic). There was that one rock climbing video where she didn't seem very good at it. Then the few snowboarding videos where she's going about 5 miles per hour and looks terrified like she's going to fall.

I do believe she's probably run a marathon or two. I don't think she ever won any medals at any of them nor do I ever think she was in a position to be in Ironman. From what I've researched you have to place in other marathons (win medals and stuff) to qualify for Ironman you can't just show up and then compete. I tried to look up all these marathons she claimed she ran (because they do record who wins them, and who places all of that) but they only record that data to a certain point like the top ten.

She definitely has completed some marathons which to be fair not anyone can do but it's also not the hardest thing to do either, if you prepare for them. I know plenty of people who run marathons just as a hobby. If she was only claiming to have done them for fun or charity or something, no problem, but she has this whole narrative that her life was going to be some professional runner and she wasn't even close. I cannot find a single marathon that she said she ran and also won a medal. Maybe she did run it but she didn't win anything so how good was she at it ever? Probably not very.

Jess's entire life is one big exaggerated story. When she describes her career it's easy to dig a little deeper and figure out that she's not telling the truth about that. When she describes her talents you can see in videos that she's not good at that either. Not only did she craft this image of a sporty girl for Jamie she did all that plastic surgery as well, died her hair, and became this fake thing that she wanted to be to attract him when she's not. There is not one single thing Jess claims to be an expert at that there's also proof that she can do it competently (let alone to an expert level). I don't know why anyone believes anything she says but there's more than enough proof, at this point, that she's living a complete lie.

[beyourownanchor6]

for fuck it friday, i’m sharing my beloved coastlines 😌🩵 🏄🏽‍♂️ 🏄 my darling wife @monsterrae1 made this artwork for me and the world deserves to see how beautiful and perfect it is 🥹 here’s an excerpt from ch.4 that goes with the artwork!

thanks for the tags loves @panbuckley @prince-buck-diaz @heartbeatdiaz @betty-boom @buddierights @spotsandsocks @alyxmastershipper 🩵

“Whoa, whoa that’s not where that goes according to the diagram.”

Eddie peered around the stack of boxes he was holding, watching as Buck directed Hen and Chim who were carrying in one of the new displays. Chim set his end down, smacking his gum as he glanced around the shop.

“Alright, who gave the kid a clipboard?”

Everyone groaned aloud, Eddie sheepishly admitting that he was the one who’d given Buck said clipboard; he didn’t understand the problem.

Chim promptly reached out to snag the clipboard from Buck, everyone signing in relief.

“Second rule of working with Buck is to never give him a clipboard.”

Buck furrowed his brows together, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What’s the first rule?”

Chimney looked around to the others, Bobby answering for everyone.

“Don’t let Buck—Buck.”

Eddie didn’t quite understand that one either, though he got the jest of it; Buck was known to be reckless and not one to follow the rules, Eddie getting firsthand knowledge of that a few more times than he would’ve liked. The others got back to work while Buck stayed where he was, frown still in place. He’d only given Buck the clipboard so that he didn’t risk cutting himself doing any of the more strenuous jobs, though maybe Eddie was more honed in on Buck than the others; he was protective, ok?

 “C’mon, I’ve got something else for you.”

Buck followed Eddie into the back where Eddie placed the boxes on the floor, opening one up to show Buck what was inside.

“We need to sort and fold these into stacks so they fit on the shelf.”

Buck nodded, moving to take one of the t-shirts out, Eddie waiting for Buck to see the design.

“Eds, this is—it’s perfect. I uh, I love it.”

“Yea, me too. That was a great idea to have Chris draw it, Buck; he loved it.”

Buck continued to stare at the design, Eddie smiling to himself. He’d finally gotten up the nerve to ask Chris if he could draw up a sketch for marketing purposes, figuring it was the perfect time considering Chris had been drawing a lot more since the tsunami. Chris had easily agreed, handing Eddie over the picture in no time. The drawing had a surfboard in the middle, surrounded by a stick figure kid (presumably Chris) who had red glasses with crutches under his arms, a firefighter stood on the other side (presumably Buck) with a bandage wrapped around one of the legs; the caption above it read: Everyone can surf.

Eddie found the right size before tossing it to Buck. “Here, first one goes to you.” Buck started to reach into his pocket, Eddie quickly waving him off. “It’s on the house. Besides, I think the person whose part of the design gets a discount.”

 Buck gave him a shy smile before stripping off his shirt—Eddie casually taking in a breath for his bare skin—and placing the one with Chris’s design over his toned frame. “How does it look?”

“Perfect.”

tagging: @redlightsandicedtea @justsmilestuffhappens @honestlydarkprincess @monsterrae1 @elvensorceress @eddiesbicowboy @jacksadventuresinwriting @wh0re-behavi0r @spaceprincessem @transbuck

[waru-chan8]

Would you rather MotoGP Edition!

Okay this is a little game of would you rather... between the MotoGP (and others) series. Please feel free to add your own if your want (but please no F1-related) and share if you want. This is just for fun.

🎵 Would you rather let rather learn how to play piano with Pol, bass with Joe Roberts or guitar with Zarco?

💍 Would you rather let Luca organize your wedding (traditional/fairy tale) or Álex Rins (Party theme)?

🍴 Would you rather have a BBQ with the Binder brothers or Paella with the Márquez?

🏆 Would you rather third wheel a podium between Fermín&Alonso or Joan&Álex back in their Suzuki era?

🏄 Would you rather have surf lessons with Joe Roberts or windsurf with Dani Pedrosa?

🔄 Would you rather learn have a cooking class form Arón or a cross-snitch one from Pol?

💇 Would you rather learn Enea's or Bezz routine to keep their curls?

🏅 Would you rather learn martial arts with Raúl or learn sailing with Luca?

🛵 Would you rather train for a whole day with the VR46 Academy at the ranch or with Maverick (and Dani)'s band of misfits at the Rocco's ranch?

🎧 Would you rather let Bezz, Fabio or Jorge Martín DJ at your party?

👅 Would you rather learn languages with Dani (Spanish, Catalan, English, Italian, French and some Japanese) or with Miguel (Portuguese, Spanish, Italian, French and English)? (I know there's a Moto3 rider that speaks up to 8 languages so if anyone knows who he is, I'll include it).

🛍️ Would you rather let go shopping for clothes with Taka or Dovi?

👗 Would you rather lend a dress to Rins, Bezz or Canet?

🐉 Would you rather let Fabio or Arón desing a tattoo for you?

🖼️ Would you rather let Vale, Marc or Aleix design a helmet for you?

🧨 Would you rather participate in a Estrella Galicia challenge with Joan Mir or in a Red Bull Jorge Martín?

⛷️ Would you rather go skiing/snowboarding with the KTM/Ajo Squat/Tech3 team or with the VR46 Academy?

🏖️ Would you rather go on family vacation with the Academy at Ibiza or with Aleix, Jorge M. and Fermín in Bali?

🏍️ Would you rather ride for an historic team (Honda, Yamaha or Aprilia) or for a new one (KTM)?

🐼 Would you rather use a shark or a bunny as your animal/brand?

[thevivaciousvagabond]

Camping/Outdoor Activities: Ocean Edition

Pick up shells 🐚

Dig a good ol’ hole 🕳️

Build a sand castle or sculpture 🏖️

Whale (or other wildlife) watch 🐳

Surf 🏄

Snorkel 🤿

[sasukimimochi]

🏄🌅🐋 - @mdzs-is-rotting-my-brain (Surf, sunrise, whale)

Travelerji/Merxian AU (The Night We Met) - See the first seven prompts here.

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The Night We Met - To Love the Sea

“I…I’m not so sure about this Wei Ying.” He swallowed, staring over the edge of the wooden board he was essentially using like a paddle board, keeping a separation between him and the deep water.

“It’s alright, I’ll be right here with you.” Wei Wuxian smiled, holding out a hand. “We won’t be diving, we’ll stay on the surface and just beneath.”

Lan Wangji swallowed nervously and finally gave a nod, sliding to the edge of the board and allowing his feet to dangle first before he slipped in, though still held onto the board.

“That’s it, It’s not so bad. Now, don’t freak out…they're coming now to filter feed.” Wei Wuxian smiled and pointed at the spotted dark mass swimming through the water. It was a whale shark!

Lan Wangji felt his heart jump into his throat, letting out a nervous breath as the dark mass swam along beside them, letting out a deep sound as its mouth skimmed the surface. “You’re sure it doesn't eat larger things than plankton and small fish…?”

Wei Wuxian chuckled and shook his head. “They’re not like any of the other sharks with big teeth. You can touch its side. Try it.” He touched it to demonstrate and was rewarded with another smaller sound as if it was greeting him. “This one is super talkative.”

The traveler swallowed and nodded, trying to build up some courage as they paddled along beside the large fish. Well, it also helped that Wei Wuxian had shifted his tail to match the beast, so it felt a little more comforting- like it wouldn’t attack its own kind or maybe it was because Wei Wuxian was here with him in general.

Lan Wangji closed his eyes tightly and reached out a hand, and finally, a calm washed over him as the skin moved under his fingers. It was much rougher than he expected, like sandpaper. “This is talkative…? Its skin is so much rougher than your tail.” Lan Wangji swam beside the whale shark, watching the little fish cling to its belly as much as he could from the surface.

“Most sharks don’t have the means to make noise. This is one of the reasons humans are scared of them so much…besides the teeth they usually have.” Wei Wuxian chuckled, “Sharks have terribly rough skin. You'd like petting a different fish I'm sure but we’ll work our way to faster-moving fish. Most big whales are docile but they tend to jump out of the water which can be dangerous if hanging out with them on the surface.”

Lan Wangji nodded dumbly and pulled his hand away, not wanting to rough up his hand too much. “It…doesn’t seem too scary. At least this one.”

Wei Wuxian beamed, “That’s good progress.” He swam around his companion and glanced at the sky, letting out a soft breath. “The sun is getting low. Do you have the courage to peek under the surface before we go back?”

“That’ll burn…”

Wei Wuxian paused and rubbed his chin in consideration. “True, you’re not used to salt water like me…here.” He lifted his hands and rubbed his thumbs lightly over the other’s eyelids, leaving a light shimmer over the other’s eyes.

“What’d you do?” Lan Wangji blinked after, resisting the urge to rub his eyes once the other had moved his hands.

“I gave your eyes a little protection! I can take it off once we get ashore.” Wei Wuxian smiled, gently tugging on the other’s hand. “No excuses now! Hurry, the sun is going to get too low!”

Lan Wangji nervously swallowed and nodded, taking a deep breath and dipping his head below the surface.

At first he was scrunching his eyes too tightly, but when he finally opened his eyes properly, he widened them in awe.

The sun’s light filtered through the ocean, golden rays shimmering through the deep blues in ways he hadn’t seen before. large schools of small fish turned their bodies and made a glimmering show, while other whale sharks skimmed the surface further away. Far off, he could hear the high and low trill of a whale song.

His favorite part though was to see Wei Wuxian swim in front of him and witness his tail shift in those shimmering blues, that he almost forgot he needed to breathe.

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Why i decided to finish this instead of sleep is beyond me. also, i only just noticed that emoji was "sunrise" not sunset, i am sorry but it's too late LMAO i hope it's still good as is.

this is the sound i'm trying to reference in the ficlet from the whale shark.

Check out the art/extras for this and more MDZS Projects on my masterpost! ❤

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[buckhead1111]

buckhead1111

[becky5203]

“🎵🎶 You🫵gotta go🏃with the flow🔀'cause the tides🌊always turn🔁

And sink⚓️or swim🏊, divin'🤿in is the best way to learn🎓

Kick🦵up the sand 🏖️'cause your tan☀️proves you lived through the burn🔥

And when you wipe out🌊, it's gonna hurt🤕

You🫵can't🚫stop🛑the waves🌊, but you can learn🎓how to surf🏄🎶🎵”

[moonysfavoritetoast]

chat did i mention i have 4 birthmarks

one goes up my arm

🏄

surfing

that’s sick /pos

[dearestdaffodils]

Season 2, episode 2: The Heist

A/N: I, of course, do not own anything from or related to Outer Banks. Scenes, events, and dialogue are taken from the show; I am not trying to take credit for the work that the writers for this show did. Some scenes may be left out if I cannot find a way to work the reader in as a character.

Warnings (for the whole series): violence (as it is in the show), swearing, mentions of abuse, underage drinking and smoking, drug use

Gavin, meet me now at the construction site near that surf shop. You understand? You bring the gun, I will bring you your money. And then we’re done. Are we good?

Yes, okay. All right, I’ll, um… I’ll see you there.

“What? What does that face mean?” I ask, looking at Pope as he turns to face us.

“Did you hear something?” JJ pants.

“He… he’s meeting Ward right now.” Pope pants. “We gotta go.”

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“Nice camera.” JJ scoffs, peeking over the fence with Pope. “Where’d you dig up that relic? Why don’t you just use your phone?”

“Well, first of all, I like my antique electronics.” Pope shrugs, pulling his hood up to shield his eyes from the rain. “Second of all, this is a telephoto. It allows me to get a close image from far away.”

“Lord of the dorks.” Kie shakes her head, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t forget; you slept with him.” I whisper, squinting into the rain. “Can it even get a clear picture through all this rain?”

“Should be able to.” Pope looks through the eyepiece. “For definitive proof of witness payoff, we’re gonna need quality glass. There he is.”

“Get down.” JJ tugs on the back of Pope’s jacket, watching Ward climb out of his car and run though the rain.

Kie grabs onto my shirt, pulling me down into a squatting position, peeking through the gaps in the fence.

“And there’s Gavin.” Pope points out, watching the other figure follow Ward into the construction site. “Where are you going, you son of a bitch? No, no, no, no. I’m losing him.” He starts to panic as the two men travel further into the building.

“Shit. Where’s he going?” JJ looks around, squinting in the rain. “Hold on.” He jogs off, looking around. “Yo!” He whistles, gaining our attention after a few moments. “Hey. I found something. Come here.”

Pope and I scramble after him, slipping in the mud as we pull Kie along with us.

“Gotta go up top.” JJ pants, rushing up the structure.

“That’ll work.” Pope shrugs, climbing up the ladder after JJ.

“Hurry. Don’t wanna miss anything.” Kie follows soon after, leaving me to bring up the rear.

I hurry up the ladder, grabbing onto JJ’s hand once I reach the top, letting him pull me the rest of the way up. I follow him and the others to the edge, crouching down as we search for Ward and Gavin.

“You rolling, Pope?” JJ asks once we find them, watching Pope lift the camera to his eye again.

“Are you getting it?” I ask.

“Yeah.” Pope nods. “Yeah, I see them. Ward just handed Gavin something. I think it's a duffel bag.”

“Guys, I think this is a payoff.” JJ glances at Pope.

“Gavin doesn’t look happy about something. It looks like he’s yelling at Ward.” Pope narrates.

“Why?” I frown.

“I don’t know, but he sure looks mad.” Pope says. “Shit!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I frown, squinting into the rain. “Are they fighting?”

“Looks like it.” Pope nods. “Something’s going down.”

“They’re really going at it.” JJ murmurs.

“Ward’s kicking the shit out of Gavin.” Pope gasps.

“Why are they fighting?” JJ frowns.

“I don’t know!” Pope panics. “I’m trying to see. Holy shit. Ward’s got a gun.”

“I bet that’s the murder weapon.” I whisper.

Bang! Bang!

The two gunshot pierce through the rain, echoing around the site. Kie and I gasp, ducking behind the wall to hide.

“Oh my god.” Pope pants. “Oh my god.”

“What the hell?” JJ drops down next to us, pressing his back against the wall.

“No, no, no, no. That did not just happen.” I whisper, covering my mouth in shock. “What is going on?” I cry.

“Tell me you just got that.” JJ pants, pulling me close.

“Enough to put this asshole away for life.” Pope nods. “This is freaking crazy. Oh no. Get down. Get down!” Pope drops back down, holding his camera close.

“Holy shit.” Kie whispers.

“I think we should go right now.” JJ looks at Pope. “Pope, you have enough, right?”

“Yeah.” Pope nods, putting away the camera. “Hold on. He’s coming out. There he goes. I think he’s looking for the gun. I think the gun just went down the drain. He’s looking for it.”

“Hold this.” Kie passes her bag to me.

“What are you doing, Kie?” I frown. “Kie-“

“What is wrong with you?” Kie stands up, shouting at Ward. “Murderer!”

“Get down!” I panic, pulling her down. “Kiara, are you crazy?” I hold her close, covering her mouth with my hand.

“What are you doing?” JJ frowns at her.

“I don’t care if he hears me. He’s a murderer.” Kie pants, pulling my hand away from her mouth.

“Yeah. And he’s gonna murder us, Kie.” I whisper.

“Guys, he sees us.” Pope panics.

“Are you serious?” JJ groans.

“Come on. We gotta go. He’s coming.” Pope grabs Kie’s arm, pulling her along.

“We need to get the hell out of here.” JJ grabs my hand, running with me. “Come on. Go! Pope, hurry!” He shouts as Pope starts down the ladder.

“I’m going! I’m going!” Pope shouts.

JJ starts to hurry down after him, muttering to himself. Kie starts down the ladder next, bringing her foot down directly onto JJ’s hand. “Ah! My hand!” He yanks his hand out from under her foot, falling on top of Pope as they fall to the ground.

Kie slips on the ladder, grabbing onto my leg as we make the same tumble as Pope and JJ. “Sorry.” Kie groans. “So sorry.”

“No, no, no, no, no.” Pope panics, hurrying over to his camera.

“You’re kidding me.” JJ frowns. “You fumbled it?”

“You kicked me in the face!” Pope huffs.

“She stepped on my hand!” JJ points at Kie.

“I was trying to hurry!” Kie defends.

“Hey!” I frown. “Do you guys want to keep fighting and get murdered by Ward or do you wanna get out of here and regroup? Let’s get going.”

I grab JJ’s hand in my right hand and Kie’s in my left, pulling them along as Kie grabs onto Pope. Pope quickly helps Kie over the fence, hopping over before both of them rush to the car. JJ hops up onto the fence, pulling me up and over.

JJ wrenches open the car door, throwing himself inside. I do the same, slamming the door shut behind me.

“Could someone fill me in on what the fuck just happened?” JJ pants.

Pope groans angrily, slamming his hands into the dashboard.

“Holy crap. I can’t believe it.” JJ shakes his head, causing rainwater to go flying. “Wait, wait. What were they fighting over?”

“Uh… it was… it was a gun.” Pope closes his eyes, trying to remember. “The one Rafe used. He must have kept it.”

“Of course! Of course!” JJ leans forward. “The murder weapon!”

“Pick up, pick up, pick up.” Kie mutters, holding her phone in her lap.

“Who are you calling?” I frown.

“Who do you think I’m calling?” Kie snaps back.

“The cops?” JJ shakes his head.

“Who else am I supposed to call?” Kie frowns.

“Why would you call the police?” JJ shouts.

Sheriff’s office.

“Shut up!” Kie shouts at JJ, turning her attention back to the phone. “Hello? Hi, somebody’s been shot at the.. at the Grand Street construction site! You guys need to hurry because he’s dying. I don’t know if he’s already dead or not!”

“We gotta go.” JJ panics. “We’re sitting ducks.”

“We can’t stay here.” I nod.

“What do you want me to do?” Kie sobs.

“Just drive!” Pope, JJ, and I shout in unison.

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“Look, it was right here, and this is where that maniac claimed his next victim.” Kie points around, talking to Shoupe.

“Uh-huh. His next victim?” Shoupe looks at her as she nods. “Right. How long ago did you say it happened?”

“Forty-five minutes ago, Shoupe.” I huff, standing with Kie.

“Okay.” Shoupe writes something down on his notepad. “And so, Ward Cameron just popped one off and shot him.”

“Yes.” Kie nods.

“Execution style?” Shoupe frowns. “And then cleaned it all up in 45 minutes?”

“Yeah.” I sigh.

“Obviously.” Pope huffs. “We filmed the whole thing.”

“You filmed it?” Shoupe pauses.

“Yes, but we can’t show it to you because I stepped on JJ’s hand, and then he kicked Pope and then Pope dropped the camera and it broke.” Kie rushes the words out.

“This is a telephoto, and we needed to get a long-distance image, and… and… and I fell, and it broke, so the video is basically unusable.” Pope sighs.

“And where were you in all this?” Shoupe points his pen at me.

“Kie pulled me down and I’m pretty sure I fell on the camera.” I huff. “Look, Shoupe. Just because you think my brother killed Peterkin, doesn’t mean you can put me and my friends on trial like this. But we were there! We saw it happen!”

“So the dog ate your homework, huh?” Shoupe raises an eyebrow.

“We know how it sounds, Shoupe. But…” I start.

“Look, I don’t know what you kids expect me to do with this.” Shoupe shrugs. “You drag me out here in the middle of the night for a whole lot of nothing.”

“No, it's not nothing.” I frown.

“Except for some crazy stories about how Ward Cameron’s out on a random killing spree.” Shoupe looks at us.

“We’re not making this up!” JJ frowns.

“It’s not a random killing spree!” I huff. “Gavin was his pilot! Okay, he was paying him hush money because he was on the tarmac that day. Gavin was blackmailing Ward because he had the gun that Rafe used to kill Peterkin. He called him here and tried to pay him off. But it wasn’t enough, and then he shot him. With the murder weapon.”

“How do you know that?” Shoupe frowns.

“Pope did this thing with his phone. He, like, put it in is car and—“ Kie sniffles.

“I heard their whole conversation!” Pope nods.

“You wiretapped him?” Shoupe raises his eyebrows.

“Is that bad?” Kie frowns.

“Stop. Just stop.” Shoupe sighs, setting his hands on his hips. “I’ve had enough.”

“What are you talking about?” I frown, rushing after him as he walks away. “You know what, Shoupe? I’ve had enough too! I’ve had enough of everyone listening to the bullshit the Camerons are spewing about my brother killing a cop! I’ve had enough of those assholes taking my family from me! I’ve had enough, Shoupe!”

“Big John was nothing but a con man and a liar… John B turned out just like him, to no one’s shock.” Shoupe walks back to the street, waving for everyone to go home. “You’d be better off forgetting about them and removing yourself from the Routledge name.”

“You’re lying!” I scream, tears running down my cheeks. “I’ll bet the Camerons are paying you off, right? How many of Rafe’s crimes has the sheriff’s office forgiven over the years? My brother would never have killed Peterkin!”

JJ gently pulls me close, wiping my tears and shushing me. “We’ll find another way, baby. It isn’t over yet.”

“They’ve taken everything from me!” I sob into his jacket, clinging to him. “Aren’t you sick and tired of them always getting what they want and us getting nothing?”

“Of course I’m sick and tired of it.” JJ sighs, gently rocking me from side to side. “But we’ll be no good at clearing John B’s name if we’re locked up in jail.”

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“This is the north drain.” JJ points. “It should’ve gotten washed into the gully. So if it got flushed form this drain, it would’ve been pushed out to, like —“

“Somewhere in this trash.” Pope looks down at the water.

“Correct.” JJ nods.

“Oh my god. People who use plastic should be shot.” Kie sighs.

“Okay, personally, I love plastic. Use it every day. Love the stuff.” JJ hums.

“Hopefully, you recycle it and don’t let it flush into the ocean.” Kie huffs.

“Of course.” JJ grins, looking at me and Kie. “Got my baby making sure I recycle and compost and shit.”

Kie shakes her head, laughing a little as she high fives me.

“I thought you’d say something like that, so… trash bags.” Pope takes them out of his pocket, holding them up.

“Did you just proactively protect the environment?” Kie smiles.

“Maybe.” Pope hums.

“You want J and I to leave you two alone?” I smirk.

“Just pick up the trash.” Pope tosses the trash bags at JJ.

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“Well, that was fun.” JJ sighs, looking at Pope.

“If it's not in the trash, then it's gotta be in the storm drain.” Pope suggests.

“It’s in… it's in the drain.” JJ sighs.

“Damn it.” Pope sighs.

“Of course it is.” I huff.

“Good thing I brought the crow.” JJ hums.

“So, are we gonna do, like, rock, paper, scissors?” I ask. “Or alphabetically?”

“Nah.” JJ bends down with the crow bar. “On three, Pope. One, two, three.” They both grunt, pulling the drain cover off.

“Or, like, the oldest goes?” I continue.

“In the sewer, there’s this worm that you get when you’re down there.” JJ hums. “It gets into your blood, and then it has to come out your pecker. So, uh… that would be a hard pass for me.”

“Wow, J.” I sigh, rolling my eyes. “You’re so brave.”

“That’s gonna be a no for me.” Pope nods.

“Great. So it's between you and me-“ I turn to Kie, sighing when I see her shake her head. “Awesome. I get it. You guys are scared. It’s kinda cute.”

“I’m not scared.” JJ frowns. “It’s the pecker thing.”

“You should’ve just led with that. You don’t have to be scared. I’ll do it.” I look at him.

“Okay, just, you know, be careful.” JJ murmurs.

“I’ll be so careful.” I look at him, sighing. “If I die down there, I’m gonna haunt you.”

“I’d expect nothing less, baby.” JJ kisses my cheek.

I sigh, getting on my hands and knees, starting to crawl into the drain.

“Just, uh, holler if you need anything, okay?” JJ calls into the drain. “We’ll, uh…. We’ll holler back.”

“Very helpful.” I call. “Thank you.” I huff, crawling further into the drain. “Shit.”

“Y/N, you find anything yet?” Pope calls, his voice echoing around me.

“Yeah, babe, do you see the gun?” JJ asks.

“Nothing.” I sigh.

“It's probably at the bottom of the catch basin.” Pope offers.

I crawl further, stepping into the waist deep water when I reach the catch basin. “This is just… this is awesome.” I sigh, searching for the gun. “Exactly how I wanted to be spending my time today.” I shake my head, searching around. “Guys, I think I found something!”

“Wait, you got it?” JJ calls into the drain.

“Is is the gun?” Pope asks.

“Oh… oh my god!” I scream. “Oh my god! You guys, there's something dead in here!”

“Like a person!” Pope asks.

I scream, moving up against the wall. “Oh my god! There’s something dead. I repeat…”

“Like a person?” Pope asks again.

“…there's something dead in here!” I shriek.

“Babe, don’t touch it!” JJ calls. “That’s how you get worms.”

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“You guys owe me for life!” I shout. “Oh, shit! Guys? Guys, the water!”

“Y/N, get out of there now!” Pope shouts.

“I don’t have time!” I panic. “Guys! Shit! Oh no!” I splutter, clinging to the wall as the water rushes through. I start to climb the ladder. “Please! JJ! Guys! Help! I’m over here!”

“Y/N!” JJ shouts, rushing to the manhole cover. “Babe, we're coming!”

“Hey, guys!” I scream. “I’m over here! The waters coming up!”

“Pull! Pull it!” Kie shouts at the boys, grabbing the cover.

“Getting close! Pull! Pull!” JJ shouts.

I push against the cover, grunting with effort. “Hurry! Hurry! JJ. JJ! Please! Please!” I panic.

“We’ll get you out of there. I promise.” JJ pants.

I grab onto the cover, taking a deep breath before the water submerges me.

“Come on!” JJ screams. “Get her out now!” He grunts, tugging the cover off and tossing it to the side.

I pull myself up over the side, coughing up water.

“Are you okay?” JJ pants.

I gag, getting on my hands and knees as I spit up water.

“I thought we lost you.” Kie whispers.

“Babe, you good?” JJ asks, an emotional edge to his voice.

“Never better.” I pant, coughing. I sit up on my knees, exhaling deeply. “This wasn’t what we were looking for, right?” I smirk, pulling the gun out of the back of my shorts.

“Holy shit.” JJ laughs.

“Oh my god.” Pope grins, taking the gun from me.

“That’s my girl!” JJ cheers. “We’re gonna get this son of a bitch!”

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“So y’all are telling me this is the firearm Rafe Cameron killed Peterkin with?” Shoupe looks at the gun.

“That’s exactly what we’re telling you.” JJ grins.

“And the exact same firearm that Ward just used to kill Gavin.” Pope nods.

“And where’s that corpse again?” Shoupe asks.

“Didn’t you look?” I frown.

“I checked the hospital. I went by his house. He was out.” Shoupe shrugs.

“He was out?” I huff. “No shit! Cause he’s dead!”

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I sigh, turning off the shower. “That was disgusting.” I reach my hand out through the curtain.

“Here.” JJ passes a towel into my hand from his seat on the counter.

“Thanks.” I wrap the towel around myself, carefully opening the curtain. “I feel like an actual human being again.”

JJ looks at me, holding a stack of clean clothes in his lap. “We really thought we almost lost you today.”

“I knew you’d get me out.” I whisper, taking the clothes from him.

“But what if we didn’t?” He whispers. “Then that would’ve been my best friend and my-“

“But you did.” I set the clothes on the counter, leaning against his legs. “You guys got me out and I’m here in one piece.”

“Thank god for that.” JJ hums, kissing the top of my head.

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