#𝐯. 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨. ——— finley stevens.

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erin stared in disbelief, as if she thought that by blinking, the older image of a the ghost from her past might just disappear. "i thought you were dead." it was what she'd told herself at least, that the reason why their paths hadn't crossed was because something awful had happened, and not, as she feared, that he just didn't want to find her again. she'd be lying if she said she hadn't looked him up herself from time to time, with little success. "but you're not. you're –– you're here."

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𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬          ———          alexis rose & finley stevens.

@huntedvideo i told you i had an idea months ago, it materialised ♡ alexis rose and finley stevens, midnight rain.

personals dni, mutuals feel free to interact.

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"you have to let me come with you." although the truth was, he really didn't have to let her do anything at all. gisele had just been filled with thoughts of the latest location on finley's hit list, and doing some research of her own had her thinking that it might just work for her own podcast. "first of all, you know my listeners would totally love a crossover." perhaps not the biggest of selling points, but it was true. "and second ––" she paused, mind racing as she tried to come up with a second point that would work for both of them, and not just for her own endeavours, "–– it would be fun! saves us working on our own for like the millionth time. what's the worst that could happen?"

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𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬   →   accepting.

@huntedvideo​​​​ : ❛  you were going to leave without saying goodbye?  ❜

the duffle bag stuffed with her belongings fell to the floor at the sound of fin’s question. it was to be anticipated, though erin had hoped that she might have been able to make a getaway before anyone had realised where she had gone to. “what did you expect?” she asked, turning back towards him. she did her best to hold it together, though there was no denying the guilt, the sadness in her eyes.

“i don’t have a choice.” at least, that’s how it had been presented to her. countless arrests under her belt for an assortment of different things, and a second chance that she’d all but thrown away. she’d been taken in by the voight family as a last chance saloon, and she’d stuck it out for a while before running away again. but that was the problem with living under the roof of a cop –– they could always find you. and he had done, convincing her to return to his care once again. 

“they’re going to send me to juvie if i don’t go back with them.” at least that was true. the initial offer had been to be taken in by hank and camille, have a chance at a better life, and avoid juvie. it had worked, for a while, until erin had decided she was done with it and run away. now the threat was back on the table, and frankly living in a nice house with a good family was better than the alternative. juvie. “i’ll come and see ya.” but even she knew that she couldn’t guarantee that promise.

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𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬   →   accepting.

@huntedvideo : ❛ i really hate seeing you like this… ❜

"then leave." erin was feeling bad enough already without feeling like she was making things worse for everyone around her. she was filled to the brim with grief, with guilt, and her self destructive tendencies were calling her name. she didn't know how to process her emotions properly, and that wasn't a secret. "i don't think you understand." she lashed out bottle of whiskey hitting her coffee table with a thud as she lifted herself out of the groove in her couch that she'd called home for the first three quarters of the bottle. "and so if you don't want to see me like this, then you know where the door is. go. i don't care."

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@huntedvideo​​ ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"you mad at me or something?” the question pierced through the silence that had been sitting thick between the two of them. “i can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what’s bothering you. did i do something?”

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𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬   →   accepting.

@huntedvideo​​​​ : ❛  you can’t or you won’t?  ❜

erin swallowed hard — that was the million dollar question, was it? the one that asked if she was thinking with her head or her heart, protocol or protection. fin was fair enough to ask it; especially since was refusing to act out, cross a line that perhaps she might have done if someone else had asked her. she was a hypocrite, more than capable to do what she was being asked to. but then they both knew that, or else why would he have asked the question in the first place? he was calling a bluff that she’d hoped would be good enough to put the issue to bed.

“you know the answer to that.” perhaps she could still salvage her bluff. perhaps. put it all back on him, tell him he didn’t need her to admit it out loud, opening a can of worms that was better of staying closed. that she wasn’t going to risk it all when she was certain that if she was given a bit of time, a bit more time, there might be a better way to resolve the issues in front of them.

“i won’t.” she finally admitted into the silence. she never had been good stopping herself from crumbling, especially when the pressure had come in the form of silence. she felt under the microscope, like she couldn’t just hold her nerve. “not until I know for certain there isn’t a better way. you need to let me try,” another pause, tension thick enough to be sliced with even the bluntest of butter knives, “please, let me try another way.”

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𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬   →   accepting.

@huntedvideo​​​ : ❛  are you really giving me the silent treatment right now?  ❜

okay, so perhaps she’d resorted to somewhat childish tactics when it came to expressing her annoyance. she’d fallen straight back into the kind of behaviour she used to exhibit when she was a teenager, refusing to engage in any sort of conversation with her foster family after they’d caught her sneaking out the night before, or told her that her grades weren’t good enough. but this was bigger than a ‘c+’ that could have been an ‘a-’. 

erin leaned forward, bottle of beer resting on the surface beneath her arms as she brought herself enough time to say what she wanted without completely snapping. she had a tendency of doing that, when people she cared about ran the risk of being hurt. “you know you could have been killed?” she finally broke her silence, head turning towards fin. “you can’t just ––” but the words failed her, leaving the detective shaking her head as she let her eyes drop to the floor. “you can’t do that.”

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@huntedvideo ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"nope, no thank you!" the words were quick to come out of the blonde as she walked, head not daring to turn as she saw the figure in her periphery. it was, as it had been for years, an immediate response when just about anyone approached her in the street, especially under the cover of darkness. one could never be too careful, even if it was just on the short walk out to the car that was waiting for her. "i said, no thank you." finally head did turn, mostly fuelled by a frustration of her first instruction having been ignored, the figure still keeping pace towards her. only then, did eyes recognise the person before her. "oh. hello, finley."

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𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬   →   always accepting.

@huntedvideo : he's not sure how erin will react to a gift, but that doesn't mean finley wasn't going to get her one. it was the principle of the thing. so he tried his best to get her something she would actually like. the first thing he hands her is her mugshot with a bow on it, cheeky grin present on his features. 'i thought it was funny,' he chuckles before offering the real gift - a box of cookies. 'remember that place we went to when we were kids? we stayed there, like, all day, stuffing our faces. th'owner had to kick us out and we just kept laughing,' fin chuckles now, looking at erin softly. 'merry christmas. hopefully they're, uh, as good as i remember,'

it took a second, mostly because she was so surprised that finley had actually gone out of is way to get her anything at all, but there was a laugh that bubbled in her throat at the sight of her mugshot, complete with a bow. "wow, i looked rough." an understatement, of course. "maybe i should frame it, bow and all. front and centre above the mantle." another joke of a suggestion, but at least it might remind her of just how far she'd come. that, and she figured if would be a great conversation starter.

"oh you're right!" fingers quickly moved to open the box, the sight of the familiar cookies almost immediately causing a wave of nostalgia to wash over her. they hadn't got up to the best of activities at times, but that one was about as innocent as they had come. "i don't think i've ever shown my face back there, you know?" she confessed, olding the box out to offer fin one, so at least they could try them together. for old times sake. "merry christmas, fin."

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@huntedvideo​​​ gets this muah !

“i’ve only gone and done it.” gisele was nothing if not confident in the work that she (and by extension, finley) did as part of their day to day lives, and today was no different. it was weeks of work in the making, culminating in a stack of pages that might rival the manuscript for the next game of thrones novel, if she’d had any large that might be. “i’ve found what’s going to get you to your next subscriber milestone. millions, even!” the pages dropped on the table in front of him, proud grin on her face. “cold case. super fucked up. and to be honest?” she let a pause hang in the air for dramatic effect. “i bet we could crack it.” okay, so maybe that was wishful thinking. “come on, think about it! you can document the whole process on video, i’ll do the same. think of how amazing it could be.”