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OTP AU WHERE THEYRE A DETECTIVE COUPLE BONUS: PERSON A GETS KILLED/KILLED SOMEONE AND B REFUSES TO ACCEPT IT PLs

OK YES BUT NEXT TIME PLS TELL ME WHAT OTP FROM WHAT FANDOM I HAVE LIKE TWENTY THOUSAND ;;u;;

((i chose some ocs bc idk i’m narcissistic and not everyone’s in the same fandom so uh here i guess HAVE THIS))

basic rundown: jamie thompson and gabby smith (and whoever else i decide to add) are characters in a story i’m writing with @saltiestsatan so UH YEAH SORRY ANON IF THIS WASN’T WHAT YOU WANTED BUT I’M SELF-ABSORBED AND SELFISH AF _(┐「ε:)_

warning: swearing, mentions of character death and a gun. also, idk how detectives or anything work?? 

“Jamie, Jamie, Jamie,” a finger insistently prodded at the man’s shoulder, a sharp nail digging through the fabric of his jacket. “Jamieus goddamn Thompson, if you don’t listen to me right now so help me God.”

“What do you want.” Jamie turned around, hissing through gritted teeth, gnashing them at Saige, who sat back and grinned. “If you didn’t notice, this is my fucking house. Get out before I chuck you out the goddamn window.”

Saige whistled, leaned her arm on a nearby coffee table, switching her position to be halfway into the goddamn French girl pose she seemed to almost always be in. “Man, Detective, what mouth you have–”

“You do it too we’re grown adul–”

“–if your wife knew!” Saige started laughing cackling, “Gabby’ll put you on the couch for days! Weeks, even! Maybe even months–”

“If you keep going you’re sleeping in the dumpster.” Jamie interuppted, throwing a pillow at his friend (which is now currently debatable). “You can go back to whatever hell you came from.”

Saige laughed (read: cackled. The girl’s a fucking psychopath) harder, doubling over and almost smacking her head into the coffee table. “Oh man, wait ‘till Gabby comes home from the force! And Alex–”

“Where is Gabby anyway?” Jamie quickly diverted the subject away from his crippling embarrassment, eying the time on his phone. Saige shrugged.

Jamie’s phone rang, his wife’s name flashing on the screen. Saige leaned over. “Aw, that’s a cute photo–”

Jamie smothered her face with another pillow, sliding a thumb across the screen and holding it up to his ear. “Hello–?”

Loud breathing came from the receiver, small sobs mixed in with the pants.

“….Gabby?”

“I’m–I’m so sorry, Jamie.” A familiar voice that wasn’t Gabby’s crackled through the receiver, sirens blaring in the background, static folding over her voice. “I found Gabby’s phone–and I know her passcode, and I don’t know what to do–”

“Sadie, Sadie, calm down.” Jamie muttered, Saige tilting her head in confusion. “What happened? Why do you have her pho–”

“She’s dead, Jamie,” Sadie cried, “Gabby’s dead.”

“I–What?” 

“There was this guy with a gun, and they–they shot at the same time, they’re both fucking dead, Jamie–”

Jamie dropped his phone.

(aaand i’m just gonna stop myself right here to save myself from embarrassment haha)