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Original Characters

Aaron Jones: Blog (Faceclaim - Rahul Kohli & Raymond Ablack)

Age: Late 30s Early 40s Birthday: September 22nd Occupation: History Professor Sexuality: N/a Cannon Ships: N/a Aaron is a History Professor at the North Beach University. He enjoys photography in his free time. Avid Coffee drinker. Has a decently-sized apartment in North Beach. Older brother to Ryker Jones. Devon Reed: Blog (Faceclaim - Froylan Gutierrez)

Age: 22 Birthday: February 28th Occupation: Singer/songwriter for They Might Be Wolves, plays a multitude of instruments as well. Sexuality: Demisexual/Demiromantic Canon Ships: N/a

Devon Reed is quite introverted; he and his brother Everett moved into a duplex-style apartment together as soon as Everett turned 18. Everyone is quite protective of the youngest of TMBW. He is very slow to warm up to people.

Everett Reed: Blog (Faceclaim - Herman Tømmeraas)

Age: 28 Birthday: October 28th Occupation: Bassist and Lead Singer for They Might Be Wolves. Sexuality: Straight Canon Ships: Finnlyn Alexander

As the oldest of the group, Everett had always been the protector and fighter. He and Devon started TMBW as a creative outlet to cope with the abuse of their childhoods. Now, they are a semi-successful local band. Everett has a hard time letting people take care of him since he's taking care of everyone else.

Finnlyn Alexander: Blog (Faceclaim - Millaine Friesen)

Age: 24 Birthday: March 17th Occupation: Audio Engineer and Bookstore Cashier Sexuality: Straight Canon Ships: Everett Reed

Finnlyn spent the majority of her childhood in the foster care system until she was fostered by Venera's grandparents before Venera was taken in by them. Despite this, Venera and Finnlyn were never really close.

James "Dix" Dixion: Blog (Faceclaim - Max Barczak)

Age: 26 Birthday: July 25th Occupation: Lead Guitarist for They Might Be Wolves, Barista at Rise & Grind Coffee Sexuality: Chaotic Bisexual Canon Ships:

James, a.k.a Dix, is best friends with Finnlyn and Everett. He and Everett have been friends since kindergarten and will always follow Ev into a fight. He is often found with bruises (from the aforementioned fights) or hickies (He just likes making out with anyone and everyone). Josh is like a brother to him and will beat the shit out of anyone who has anything to say about Josh's sexuality.

Joshua Vaughn: Blog (Faceclaim - BooBoo Stewert)

Age: 27 Birthday: April 15th Occupation: Drummer for They Might Be Wolves, Barista at Rise & Grind Coffee Sexuality: Gay Canon Ships: N/a

Joshua Vaughn has a positive vibe bordering on the hippie of TMBW. As the second oldest, he is very protective and caring of Finnlyn and Devon. He was kicked out of his house as a teenager when his parents found out that he was gay. Dix's parents took him in, and the two have been inseparable ever since.

Leon Keane: Blog (Faceclaim - Kevin Creekman)

Age: Late 30s, early 40s Birthday: August 5th Occupation: Private Security officer Sexuality: N/a Cannon Ships: Venera Toth

Leon Keane is ex-military turned private security. Typically assigned to high-risk cases as a personal bodyguard until the threat is eliminated. Enjoys cooking. Rides a Motorcycle and drives a truck. He is a widower - his wife was murdered in their home while he was deployed (Before moving to America). Has a Scottish accent. Kit Hargrove: Blog (Faceclaim - Luanna Perez )

Age: 28 Birthday: June 21st Occupation: Boudoir Photographer Sexuality: Bisexual Canon Ships: N/a

Kit is a Boudoir photographer whose reputation often brings in business from out of town. She also enjoys hanging out in the North Beach University library and studying books on art and photography.

Ryker Jones: Blog (Faceclaim - ricky_aimee on insta)

Age: 25 Birthday: December 22nd Occupation: On-air personality and Board Operator for NSRB radio station Sexuality: Bisexual Canon Ships: N/a

Rides a motorcycle. Will stab a bitch. Designated drink holder at the bar. Basically, nocturnal runs the late-night show at NSRB. Younger sister to Aaron Jones. Venera Toth: Blog (Faceclaim - Holland Roden)

Age: 26 Birthday: January 15th Occupation: Book Store Owner Sexuality: Bisexual Canon Ships: Leon Keane

Venera is the Owner and Operator of Word to the Wise bookshop. She lives in a small apartment above the store. As an aspiring author, she spends most of her free time writing. Moved in with her grandparents (Previous owners of Word to the Wise) after her parents died in a car accident.

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Meet Cute || Everett + Finnlyn

Everett wondered who in the world blessed him so much that this beauty fell right into his lap. A gorgeous blonde was sat on the trunk on her car, seemingly sunbathing as he flipped a bitch to back the tow truck up to the car. At first he was dreading doing a pick up, given that it was his lunch hour, but now he was thinking this might make up for the shitty ass morning he’s had. He’d gotten into a fight with his younger brother, again, and he’d spent most of the morning taking it out on an old beat up Charger. He needed a distraction, and this beautiful woman with thighs so thick he’d gladly suffocate between them, was a very welcome distraction. 

“You call for a tow?” He asked as he hopped out of the truck, approaching her cautiously. 

“Yes, thank god, you’re here.” The woman slid off the trunk of her car, “This piece of shit broke down, again, and I am just shit for luck right now.” 

The curses dripped like honey off of her plump pink lips and he couldn’t help but snicker at how odd it was that her sweet voice was swearing so harshly. 

“I’ll get you taken care of, ma’am,” He stuck a hand out for her to shake, “I’m Everett.” 

“Finnlyn.” 

Finnlyn. The name suited her so much he almost repeated it just to feel how it would sound coming from his mouth. 

“Just get what you need out the car, and give me your keys. You can take a seat in the truck while I work.” 

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Out collecting lavender for a lavender bread <3

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MINORS DNI this should be self-explanatory as an NSFW blog

I am not your therapist. please do not send me deeply personal stuff about you if we have zero relationships. I don’t mind hearing about day-to-day problems and if I PROMPT you to tell me what’s wrong, that’s also okay. but I don’t want to know about things that you generally shouldn’t be telling people

Do not spam me with messages. I am a busy person and I won’t be able to get to you immediately.

Do not send anon hate.

ABOUT ME

My name is Finnlyn Alexander, 24, She/Her/Hers.

I love listening to music, please send me music recs.

Birthday March 17th.

Audio Engineer for They Might Be Wolves.

I'm really nice 🥺 I'll be your best friend 🥺

Note from ADMIN - This is an RP account, not a real person. RPs are open!

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Sneak Peak?

A little sneak peak of something my friend gave me the idea for. LMK if you’re interested in more:

Finnlyn woke up to an empty hotel room. 9 am traffic was already obnoxious outside the thin walls. All she had available for breakfast was a singular cold slice of hawaiian pizza left in the hotel mini-fridge. It was quiet, empty. It certainly hadn’t been like that the night before. 

She choked down some room temperature water, leaving a sulfur aftertaste in her mouth. Finnlyn ran a hand through her hair as she cursed quietly, going over her list in her head. 

She had no key to her apartment, her phone had no service, and to top it all off she was in an unfamiliar city. 

Thank god for wifi, She thought as she wrote down the directions to the nearest Verizon store.

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Rookie || 3 ||

Summary: Hamish doesn’t know if this celebratory dinner is a date or not. 

Word Count: 754

|| Masterlist || Chapter One || 

“So I noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with Detective Alexander.” The Captain adjusted her glasses.

“She’s my partner, comes with the job,” Hamish shrugged.

“I’m not talking about the job,” Nunez finally looked up, “The drinks, the late nights, the staring.”

“Just working.”

“Mhmm,” She gave him a look, “Sort it out.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Hamish stepped out of the office with a sigh. Trouble. That’s all this would lead to, trouble. The Captain was right though, he needed to sort it out.

“Where’ve you been?” Hamish asked when Finnlyn finally entered the building, a couple of agents on two with a man tight in their grip.

“Got an early start,” She held up her coffee, “Agent Callaghan and Zia got the jump on our perp there, I got to go along, helped with the arrest.”

“All by yourself huh?” He rose a brow, a smile playing at his lips.

“I had the agents with me. ‘Sides I’m a grown woman, I can handle myself.”

“Sure Rookie, you just wanted a day out with the big boys.”  

“I prefer to think the opposite, but whatever floats your boat Hammy.” She smirked and sipped her coffee.

“New nickname, I see.” He shook his head.

“Yup,” She laughed. “They are gonna interrogate him now, see if they can get a confession, but the evidence is compelling, they probably won’t need it. If we get to put this guy away, then I’m taking you out to celebrate.”

“You’re taking me out?”

“If. If we put him away, yeah.”

“I’ll take you up on that, Rookie. Put him away, you’re buying me dinner.”

She stuck her hand out challengingly, willing him to bet on it. He took it with a smirk.

-

“The jury finds you guilty on all charges.”

Finnlyn held in her celebrations, it would have to wait until outside the courtroom.

“It seems you owe me dinner,” Hamish said as they stepped outside, the light rain creating staccatos against the buildings and cars.

“It seems I do indeed.” Finnlyn beamed, rocking on her heels. “So where do you want to go?”

Hamish tapped his nose, pretending to think.

“Surprise me.” He decided.

“Alright then, I’ll text you.”

-

He shouldn’t have been anxious. It was just a friendly dinner. A friendly dinner between friends. That’s it: friends. Still, the address of wherever they were eating was but a dim glow on his phone as he adjusted his tie again. Hamish ran his fingers through his hair, unsatisfied with his appearance. Just celebrating. Just friends. He let out a sigh, lacing up his boots and heading out. It was too late to turn back now.

“Hi, uh, Marleen,” Hamish greeted the hostess at the lectern, “I’m meeting a friend here, actually, Finnlyn Alexander? You wouldn’t happen to know if she’d arrived, would you?”

“Uh, let me check.” Marleen smiled kindly, running her finger down the reservations list. “There she is, your girlfriend is right this way.”

“Oh, she’s not - we’re not-” He began to protest, but his words died when he saw her sitting at the table. He’d definitely made the right choice in dressing up, even if it wasn’t formal. It was like his mouth had suddenly dried up as he took in the sight. Finnlyn had dressed up as well. Her light blue dress in stark contrast to her usual clothing.

“This is a bit fancy, isn’t it?” Hamish asked as he took the seat across from her. Finnlyn shrugged.

“We have due cause for celebration,” She grinned at him, “After all, we did just help bring down a serial killer. Besides, this is my treat.”

Hamish looked away, ears burning, and cleared his throat.

“I’m starving,” He changed the subject, “What’s good?”

“Just about everything.” Finnlyn laughed, not bothering to touch her menu. “I like the baked mozzarella ravioli.”

“You’ve been here before?” He risked a glance up at her. The light reflected off her earrings, creating little dots of light across her cheek. She took a deep breath and looked down at her hands.

“My father used to bring me here, once a month ever since I was little. I’ve probably had everything on the menu at least once.”

“Well then,” Hamish reached over to take her hand, “You’ll have to tell me what to get.”

She hummed as she thought, squinting at him as she tried to guess his preferences.

“I suggest Island Duck with Mulberry Mustard,” She said after a moment. He smiled softly and nodded once again.

“Thank you, Finnlyn.”

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Rookie || 1 ||

Summary: Hamish is stuck with the newest member on the police force, Finnlyn. Will he suffer?

Word count: 1311

Warning: This does talk about killing, killers, blood, and various other things. Not in graphic detail, but proceed with caution. 

|| Masterlist || 

Hamish sighed and stretched, his joints popping loudly in the empty, run-down apartment. He stood slowly, stepping around boxes as he made his way to the dresser. Yawning, he dug through the haphazard piles of clothes to choose his outfit for the day; not much care going into smoothing out the wrinkled shirt.

He made his way through his familiar routine, pouring fresh tea into his thermos before making his way off to work; familiar old show tunes playing from a CD that he never bothered to take out.

“Detective Webber,” The friendly front desk assistant, Melissa, greeted him as he walked in, “The Captain wanted to speak with you.”

He gave her a simple nod and moved along to Captain Nunez’s office. Captain Nunez was an older woman and a seasoned officer. There were some hundred cases underneath her belt, and the entire precinct respected and revered her. Hamish could hear her talking to someone as he sat on the bench; The Captain was most likely going to hand him another case.

“Thank you, Alexander, talk to Melissa and she’ll get you situated,” The Captain’s voice floated out as her office door swung open. Out walked a young woman, curly hair bouncing with her steps. Hamish paid her no thought as The Captain turned to him.

“Webber,” She nodded to him, welcoming him into her office.

“Captain,” He returned.

“You’re in need of a new partner ever since Rosario retired.” She stated, looking through her files. Crime had been spiking this past month and the stress was worn on her haggard face.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Hamish swallowed. Not sure why he was worried, he was doing just fine on his own.

“We’ve gotten a new officer in today, fresh from Portland. I take it you saw Detective Alexander on her way out?” “The young woman?” He rose a brow, but he saw The Captain's face serious, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“She’s gotten excellent scores on her exams, couple of good cases. She wasn’t on the force there long, she’ll need you to show her the ropes, but I think she’d make a good partner for you.”

“Of course, Ma’am.” He nodded.

“We just got a call in, Mel has the address for you. Sounds like a homicide to me.” 

“You are putting a rookie on a homicide?”

“No, I’m putting both of you on a homicide case. Now go on, you have a rookie to meet and a case to crack.” She smirked at him, sending him along his way.

Hamish left the office with a sigh, a too thin case file in his hands.

“Mel, you seen the rookie,” He asked, bracing himself against her desk.

“She’s settling into her locker,” Mel nodded toward the room.

He knocked on the door frame, grabbing the attention of the mass of blonde curls. She looked over to him with a grin, impossibly bright.

“You’re Detective Alexander?” He asked gruffly, just to confirm with the woman in front of him.

“Yep.” Her voice floated lightly. There was no way she’d held a life in her hands and saved it. “I take it you’re Detective Webber, then. Captain Nunez told me we’d be partners.”

“I heard you talking to The Captain,” Hamish admitted, “Are you ready for your first case?”

“Absolutely!”

She beamed, Hamish resisted rolling his eyes at her overly cheery nature and handed her the file, watching as she thumbed through it. “It’s thin, not much to go on.”

“Unfortunately that’s a lot of cases these days.” He answered. “Whelp, let’s go, Rookie, we got work to do.”

Detective Alexander slipped her badge into the inside pocket of her leather jacket, a look that starkly contrasted her attitude. It was as if she’d just decided to wear the jacket in order to look cool. If that was the reason she wore the jacket, it wasn’t working. The jacket was several sizes too big and boxed in her curves. She looked like a child that put on their parents' clothes, with sleeves covering her hands and practically dwarfed by the heavy leather.

“So, where are we going?” She asked, stuffing her hands into the too-big pockets of her jacket.

“Scene of the crime, Rookie, check out the evidence, get statements from the witnesses,” Hamish told her languidly. She hummed with pleased interest.

“I do have a name, y’know,” she challenged. “It’s Finnlyn.”

“I’m going to stick with Rookie.” He patted the top of the cruiser, opening up the driver’s side door and sliding in. Detective Alexander rolled her eyes, climbing into the passenger side.

As the engine sputtered to life Edelweiss from The Sound Of Music played through the radio, causing Detective Alexander to snort. She appreciates the musical, sure, but playing through the radio of the car that belonged to this tall, robust, weathered cop; it was such a disjointed image that she couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?” He quirked a brow at her.

“Nothing,” She cleared her throat, barely concealing her laughter, “But I wouldn’t take you as one for musicals.”

“You got a problem with musicals?”

“No, it’s just an interesting choice is all.” She settled into her seat, the evidence of laughter still on her lips. It was Hamish’s turn to roll his eyes as he focused on the road.

The room still smelled heavily of iron and gunpowder when they’d entered. The victim’s body had only been covered with a thin tarp, hiding what didn’t need to be seen. The sound of a camera filled the room, the bright flashes illuminated dark red pools of blood. Hamish pulled the tarp back, revealing for a moment the corpse underneath. He winced, that is not something he would wish on his worst enemies.

“Ew,” Detective Alexander said softly, interrupting his thoughts.

“Might wanna take a step closer Rookie, tell me what you see.” Hamish waved her over with two gloved fingers.

“GSW to the chest and neck,” She reported, “Shot from behind. Poor guy didn’t even know what was coming.”

“Good, what do you think the killer wanted?”

“In this economy?” Detective Alexander snorted. “Any number of things. Money, drugs, revenge, pleasure: take your pick. We still have to catch the guy - or girl, for that matter.”

“Bag him,” Hamish told the medics. They’d bring him to the morgue, and get him sent on his way from there. “Rookie, let’s bag the evidence, and dig up as much as we can on this guy.”

She nodded, albeit slightly annoyed, but she did what he told her.

Who knew that being a detective meant long hours pouring over research. Detective Alexander had always known, but for some reason hadn’t expected the late nights, taking notes by lamplight. She was grateful for the steaming mug next to her, providing heat that her dim computer couldn’t. She rubbed her hands against her face, trying to remain conscious. She sighed, checking her watch. 12:23 am. She groaned, pinching her nose.

“Late night, Rookie?” Hamish walked in with his own mug, taking a tentative sip as he leaned over to see her progress.

“Just like any other night, I presume,” She yawned.

“It’s late, you should head back home, get some rest.”

“I’ve got salvation in a cup, thanks.” She brought the cup to her lips.

“Coffee?” He wrinkled his nose, “You know how bad that is for you?”

“I’m willing to live with my choices. You don’t?” She laughed. He shrugged. “Go home,” He said with a pointed look, “Get some rest, and a fresh start in the morning.”

Detective Alexander nodded, shutting down her dinosaur of a computer for the night. She tucked her files neatly away in her desk and stepped out into the cool night air. Should she have been more worried, having just seen a dead body? Probably, but she simply took a breath and kept on her way.

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Rookie || 2 ||

Summary: Hamish and Finnlyn have a heart to heart, and Hamish earns a new nickname.

Word Count: 1494

|| Masterlist || Chapter One || 

“Rookie, we gotta go,” Hamish grabbed his jacket, jogging out to the cruiser. Detective Alexander slipped into the passenger side, cringing as his radio played yet another song from The Sound Of Music.

“You really need better music, dude,” She snorted. Hamish squinted at her, flicking on the sirens.

“Now is really not the time for that conversation.”

Detective Alexander just shrugged as they took off, cars parting for them.

“Thank god you’re here!” An older woman exclaimed, rushing over to them in her nightgown and fluffy slippers. “I heard banging last night and I just thought they were in a tiff again, but I checked in this morning and well-”

The old woman faltered outside the door, not willing to go in. “Take care of her, Alexander,” Hamish addressed his partner.

“What’s your name miss?” Detective Alexander asked.

“Marge Reynolds,” The old woman replied. “Hi, Marge, I’m Detective Alexander…” Her voice faded as Hamish entered the building, calling it in. He didn’t flinch this time, this certainly was some mess.

“Detective!” Hamish called her in, “Come take a look at this.”

The footfalls behind him alerted him to her presence.

“This look familiar to you?” He asked, raising his brow. Detective Alexander snapped on a pair of gloves, crouching next to the body.

“Exactly the same,” She hummed, “GSW to the neck and chest. Think it’s the same guy?”

“Two in two weeks,” He hissed mostly to himself, “We can’t rule it out. It’s the same MO. A guy who fights with his girlfriend shot in the dead of night.”

“You have to phrase it like that?”

“What?”

“Dead of night.”

“Shut up, Rookie.”

“Marge says the girlfriend’s name is Mary Lee, works at some restaurant.” She told him.

Hamish worked tirelessly that night, pouring over the details of both victims.

“I got the alibi from the girlfriend,” Detective Alexander yawned as she walked in, a couple of to-go boxes in one hand and drinks in the other. “She was working. I even cleared it with the boss.”

She pushed one of the boxes toward him, along with a drink.

“I don’t drink coffee,” Hamish said, eyes flicking from the cup to her to the computer.

“Relax, I got you a London Fog.” Detective Alexander rolled her eyes as he apprehensively took a sip, humming appreciatively.

“Thanks, Rookie.”

“I have a name, Hamish.” She insisted. Hamish just shrugged again, turning back to his work. Finnlyn sighed, pulling her curls up into a hair tie, digging into her greasy burger. He chewed his lip, turning away from her to work again, nibbling on the french fries she’d gotten him.

After four murders in four weeks, Hamish and Finnlyn had no other choice than to submit the case to the Bureau. It was almost like the same murder over and over again. They obviously couldn’t catch this guy themselves, but they’d be the first on the front line helping the unit catch him.

Once again they were sat in the cruiser, keeping a watch on a building that the Bureau thought the guy might live. Hamish gritted his teeth as he took a step back, relinquishing his control over the case. He just wanted to catch the guy already.

“Okay, I’m done.” Finnlyn ran her fingers through her hair and reached over to the console, ejecting the disk from the CD player. “I swear to god if I have to listen to Do-Re-Mi one more time, I will snap the disk in half.”

She reached into the glove box, pulling out the little CD book and slipping the disk in.

“My wife gave that to me,” Hamish reached over, taking the book from her as he glowered.

“I didn’t realize you were married. You never wear a ring. I’m sorry,” She stammered, face flushing red. Hamish sighed.

“Not your fault. Nobody in the precinct likes to talk about what happened.”

“What happened?”

“Ten years ago a job went bad, and I wasn’t prepared for the consequences.” He stared off, not meeting her eyes. “Only, the consequences took my family.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” She swallowed. “I guess I never thought about what could happen.”

It was silent for a couple of minutes longer. The silence weighed heavily, neither really knowing what to say.

“I lost my father,” Finnlyn spoke suddenly, “I know it’s not the same, but….. I was fifteen. My father was a cop and volunteer firefighter, we were at this movie when the building caught fire. I begged him not to go, but he insisted on trying to get everyone out. Only thing is he never got out. I was told later that it was arson. A disgruntled employee wanted revenge. I wanted to be noble like my dad, save people.”

Hamish nodded but said nothing, reaching over to grab his drink from the cupholder. A London Fog. After a minute, he dug out his wallet, pulling out a polaroid from inside. It was him, a woman and a baby.

“This,” He tapped the picture, “Is my wife, Lillian, and our daughter, Celia.”

Finnlyn gingerly took the picture, running her thumb over the glossy edges.

“They’re beautiful,” she hummed. “They were lucky to have you.”

“And what good did luck do them,” He snorted bitterly, “It was my bust that got them killed. It was my fault.”

“You never could’ve predicted the outcome Hamish, that’s not your fault.”

Hamish looked to her, blue eyes watering under dark brows. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, ridding himself of the tears.

“Look, I got you,” Finnlyn beamed, pulling an adapter tape from her jacket and inserting it into the tape player. She inserted the tape and plugged it into her phone. The familiar melody of Keep Singing played through the speakers. She melted into the seat, her eyes fixed on the building. Hamish couldn’t help but to smile at her attempt to change the subject, rolling his eyes as she hummed along.

“Rick Astley, seriously?”

“Man’s gotta smooth voice, don’t fight it.”

They sat there for hours, watching the building until the next pair of cops relieved them of their duty. Finnlyn yawned, shaking hands with the officers that were replacing them.

“I’m not sure about you, but I’m gonna go get some sleep.” Finnlyn laughed, stepping out of the cruiser back at the station.

“Not yet,” Hamish stopped her. “I’m buying dinner, c’mon Rookie.”

“You’re buying huh?” She rocked on her heels with a smile, hands stuffed in the back pockets of her jeans, “I suppose I could get in on that, as long as you’re not going to play more show tunes.”

“You wound me.” He rolled his eyes.

Finnlyn laughed loudly as Hamish downed yet another beer. He was telling some story about his partner and their first case together. His drunken details were out of order, but it made for an amusing story nonetheless.

“We’re closing in thirty minutes,” The waitress warned them, turning to go back to wiping down the countertops.

“All right, Hammy, it’s time to go.” Finnlyn stretched, pushing her hair over her shoulder. He groaned, stumbling out of his seat. She caught him when he stumbled over.

“Okay, big guy, you’re gonna have to give me a little help, okay?” She grunted as she pulled his arm around her shoulders, taking on the brunt of his weight. He mumbled groggily, leaning on her heavily. She huffed, laying him in the back seat of his car and dug through his jacket for his keys.

“I swear to god if you vomit in here, I will not be the one to clean it.” She swore. She started the car, jumping a little as it roared to life. It wasn’t until she started driving that she realized that she had no idea where Hamish lived.

“Hamish,” She looked in the rearview, “I’m trying to take you home, buddy.”

Her only answer was a snore from the back seat. She cursed, taking a loop around the block to make her way home.

She cursed to herself the entire way up the stairs. Of course, tonight had to be the night the elevator broke down. At least the next time she needed a favor she could hold this over him. Finnlyn shifted, practically carrying him like a backpack while she dug for her keys. Hamish was only half awake as she dragged him inside, flopping him onto the couch as she helped him with his boots, grumbling to herself all the while.

“I’m gonna get you some water just sit tight.” Finnlyn patted his leg and stood the moment he mumbled some form of affirmation. She tugged a blanket around him, setting a glass of water and aspirin on the coffee table.

“Thanks, Lillian,” Hamish hummed, patting her hand. She smiled softly, he wouldn’t remember that in the morning anyway. 

“Night Hamish,” She turned down the lights, finding her own bed, but sleep didn’t find her.

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Rookie || 4 ||

Summary: the grand finale!

Word Count: 922

|| Masterlist || Chapter One ||

“Freeze!” Finnlyn raised her gun to the perpetrator. How did they even get into this situation?

“I said freeze!” She shouted.

“You make one wrong move and I’ll kill him,” The guy grunted, a knife held flush against Hamish’s neck. She looked to Hamish pleadingly, she’d called for backup but it’d be another five minutes before they arrived. She kept flickering back between Hamish and the knife against his neck.

“Put the knife down,” She demanded taking a hesitant step forward.

“I said TAKE ONE MORE STEP!!” The guy shouted. Hamish gasped as the knife nicked his skin. Hamish met her eyes again, barely nodding. Two years of working together had made subtle, wordless conversation an advantage in their line of work. Finnlyn took a deep breath and fired.

“I need an ambulance at fourty-fifth and sixth, we have an officer down.” She said into the radio. She quickly handcuffed the perp to a pipe and rushed back to Hamish’s side.

“No, no, no, no, no,” She pressed her hands against his shoulder, god there was so much blood, “Stay awake. Stay awake for me, Hamish.”

“You did good, Finnlyn,” He smiled weakly, his eyes rolled back in his head as he resisted passing out.

“No, Hamish,” She begged, “I swear to god if you die on me.”

His eyes rolled back finally, taking in slow pained breaths.

“You are not allowed to die on me you jerk! Not after you made me love you!” She demanded with a shaky voice, tears spilling down her cheeks. She brought her radio to her lips. “Where the hell is my ambulance?!”

The sirens were somehow dull in her ears, yet echoed in her skull. Officers Oaky and Brunsen rushed forward, the paramedics not far behind. Everything that followed was a hollow echo of life, the paramedics hurrying to help Hamish and the other officers taking that man into custody.

Finnlyn was left in the waiting room as they rushed Hamish off to trauma, praying to whatever deity was out there that he’d be okay. It was her fault, she was the one who fired. She was the reason there was a bullet in his chest, but it was the only way to get that man to let go. He would’ve killed Hamish, and now, he might die anyway. It was her fault.

“You came in with Detective Webber?” A voice asked, finally dragging her from her thoughts.

“Yes.” Her voice was watery and hoarse, “Is he okay?”

“He’s in recovery,” The doctor told her, “He’s resting now, but you can head up if you like.”

Finnlyn nodded, not trusting herself to speak without crying again.

The steady beeping of the heart monitor seemed to be the only indication that he was alive. His skin was pale and there was all sorts of wires protruding from his body. There was a bandage on his neck where he’d been cut.

“Hamish,” She whispered, pulling a chair close to his bed, taking his cold hand in hers. “I’m so sorry.”

Hamish groaned, reaching over to stop the stupid beeping of his alarm only to find nothing. He rubbed his face, suddenly remembering what’d happened. He’d gotten shot. Finnlyn shot him. You’re not allowed to die on me you jerk! Not after you made me love you!

His eyes flickered open, looking around the sterile white room. Hamish sat up slowly, the heaviness to his left caught his attention. Finnlyn slept soundly, releasing little snores every couple of breaths, drool dripping from the corner of her lips onto her arm. His hand was gripped tightly in hers. He couldn’t help but smile at her, she was a mess. He squeezed her hand gently. Finnlyn groaned, her eyes shutting tightly before she blinked them open.

“You’re awake,” She sat upright, “I thought I’d lost you.”

“It’ll take a little more than a bullet to bring me down.” He gasped as she pulled him into a hug. Her grip on him was hesitant, like she didn’t want to hurt him anymore. He held her tightly, not caring about the pain shooting through his shoulder.

“Now, tell me, Rookie, am I dreaming or did you tell me you love me?”

“I - uh,” Finnlyn stuttered, her face flushing. Hamish laughed moving to cup her cheek.

“This will be a pain to clear with HR.”

“What will?”

“This.” He leaned in pressing his lips to hers. Finnlyn smiled softly, kissing back. His heart thundered with everything from anxiety to relief.

“Y’know, I’m kinda glad you shot me.” He said breathlessly when he finally pulled away.

“If it leads to this then I can’t say I regret it that much,” She laughed. “But you ever scare me again, I will kill you.”

“Hey, making threats to a police officer, that’s enough to put you behind bars missy.”

“Would you though?”

“Probably not. Unless, you had real intent behind those words of yours.”

“I think shooting you once was enough for me thanks.”

Finnlyn sighed and stretched, her joints popping loudly through the apartment. She stood slowly, stepping around boxes as she made her way to the dresser. She yawned as soft snores permeated the room. She dug through the neat piles of clothes to choose her outfit for the day. She brought a shirt to her nose, taking in the scent of the laundry soap as she dressed. She looked behind her, smiling at the man in her bed. Their bed.

Headed to work, wanted to get an early start. Meet you there.

Rookie

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This looks promising 👀

Original Characters

Aaron Jones: Blog (Faceclaim - Rahul Kohli & Raymond Ablack)

Age: Late 30s Early 40s Birthday: September 22nd Occupation: History Professor Sexuality: N/a Cannon Ships: N/a Aaron is a History Professor at the North Beach University. He enjoys photography in his free time. Avid Coffee drinker. Has a decently-sized apartment in North Beach. Older brother to Ryker Jones. Devon Reed: Blog (Faceclaim - Froylan Gutierrez)

Age: 22 Birthday: February 28th Occupation: Singer/songwriter for They Might Be Wolves, plays a multitude of instruments as well. Sexuality: Demisexual/Demiromantic Canon Ships: N/a

Devon Reed is quite introverted; he and his brother Everett moved into a duplex-style apartment together as soon as Everett turned 18. Everyone is quite protective of the youngest of TMBW. He is very slow to warm up to people.

Everett Reed: Blog (Faceclaim - Herman Tømmeraas)

Age: 28 Birthday: October 28th Occupation: Bassist and Lead Singer for They Might Be Wolves. Sexuality: Straight Canon Ships: Finnlyn Alexander

As the oldest of the group, Everett had always been the protector and fighter. He and Devon started TMBW as a creative outlet to cope with the abuse of their childhoods. Now, they are a semi-successful local band. Everett has a hard time letting people take care of him since he's taking care of everyone else.

Finnlyn Alexander: Blog (Faceclaim - Millaine Friesen)

Age: 24 Birthday: March 17th Occupation: Audio Engineer and Bookstore Cashier Sexuality: Straight Canon Ships: Everett Reed

Finnlyn spent the majority of her childhood in the foster care system until she was fostered by Venera's grandparents before Venera was taken in by them. Despite this, Venera and Finnlyn were never really close.

James "Dix" Dixion: Blog (Faceclaim - Max Barczak)

Age: 26 Birthday: July 25th Occupation: Lead Guitarist for They Might Be Wolves, Barista at Rise & Grind Coffee Sexuality: Chaotic Bisexual Canon Ships:

James, a.k.a Dix, is best friends with Finnlyn and Everett. He and Everett have been friends since kindergarten and will always follow Ev into a fight. He is often found with bruises (from the aforementioned fights) or hickies (He just likes making out with anyone and everyone). Josh is like a brother to him and will beat the shit out of anyone who has anything to say about Josh's sexuality.

Joshua Vaughn: Blog (Faceclaim - BooBoo Stewert)

Age: 27 Birthday: April 15th Occupation: Drummer for They Might Be Wolves, Barista at Rise & Grind Coffee Sexuality: Gay Canon Ships: N/a

Joshua Vaughn has a positive vibe bordering on the hippie of TMBW. As the second oldest, he is very protective and caring of Finnlyn and Devon. He was kicked out of his house as a teenager when his parents found out that he was gay. Dix's parents took him in, and the two have been inseparable ever since.

Leon Keane: Blog (Faceclaim - Kevin Creekman)

Age: Late 30s, early 40s Birthday: August 5th Occupation: Private Security officer Sexuality: N/a Cannon Ships: Venera Toth

Leon Keane is ex-military turned private security. Typically assigned to high-risk cases as a personal bodyguard until the threat is eliminated. Enjoys cooking. Rides a Motorcycle and drives a truck. He is a widower - his wife was murdered in their home while he was deployed (Before moving to America). Has a Scottish accent. Kit Hargrove: Blog (Faceclaim - Luanna Perez )

Age: 28 Birthday: June 21st Occupation: Boudoir Photographer Sexuality: Bisexual Canon Ships: N/a

Kit is a Boudoir photographer whose reputation often brings in business from out of town. She also enjoys hanging out in the North Beach University library and studying books on art and photography.

Ryker Jones: Blog (Faceclaim - ricky_aimee on insta)

Age: 25 Birthday: December 22nd Occupation: On-air personality and Board Operator for NSRB radio station Sexuality: Bisexual Canon Ships: N/a

Rides a motorcycle. Will stab a bitch. Designated drink holder at the bar. Basically, nocturnal runs the late-night show at NSRB. Younger sister to Aaron Jones. Venera Toth: Blog (Faceclaim - Holland Roden)

Age: 26 Birthday: January 15th Occupation: Book Store Owner Sexuality: Bisexual Canon Ships: Leon Keane

Venera is the Owner and Operator of Word to the Wise bookshop. She lives in a small apartment above the store. As an aspiring author, she spends most of her free time writing. Moved in with her grandparents (Previous owners of Word to the Wise) after her parents died in a car accident.