#the adhd energy that radiates off of this man just makes me love him more

[leadmeto]

ooc // entry 51 is one of my favorites because all brian does is worry about getting in trouble for being in an abandoned building and talk shit to alex about the movie they are in the process of shooting. he's such a little guy and he never did anything wrong and i love him completely.

[kklockworkalien]

you know what time it is!! heisenberg [+some wintersberg] headcannons!!

-adhd karl 🛐🛐 mans either has too much energy and is bouncing off the walls or zones out at the wall for 3 hours. no in between. his executive disfunction makes him SO mad cos he wants to work SO badly but he CANT

-when he’s feeling very strong emotions he unintentionally makes scrap/metal float around, if hes having a panic attack/ breakdown metal goes flying around him like a tornado to prevent people getting close to him as he hates the idea of people seeing him as weak

-as stated in my previous hcs, hes not been outside of the village, so ethan gets the brilliant idea of taking him to a diy shop!! and omg this man. hes like a golden retriever the MOMENT he enters the shop,, running down the aisles looking at all the sheets of metal and tools, clinging to ethan going ‘PLEAAAASEE buy me some pls come on darlin pls i need !!! i need all of it pls’ and ethans forced to incline. he probably floats large expensive things out the door and collects them on the way out anyway. heisenberg says steal from the rich 🤌🤌🤌

-doesnt really have a set genre of music he listens to, but likes classic rock and southern music the best,

-to link with the previous hc, he makes a little radio on wheels so he always has music with him around the factory, he loves singing as he works as it helps him to concentrate

-when he wants to show off and look nice for ethan he asks donna to make him some new clothes, she makes wonderful satin suits and funky capes for him

-biggest softy for animals, especially puppies, always stops in the street to give a wee puppy or cat a chin scratch :}

-not great at comforting people as he doesnt really know how to cheer himself up tbh, but he will sit and listen to someone if theyre down

-he knows a spot in the village where you can see shooting stars every year at a specific time, luckily ethans not busy that night, karl takes him there and they have a little picnic and watch the stars go past all night

-walking radiator. this man is always warm. when its winter it snows very heavily in the village and karl insists on letting ethan wear his coat, wether its more of a showing off thing or a concern for ethans health is up for you to decide

-he likes to have everything up to date and working, with all the work in the factory it makes it hard for him to rest as hes always busy, leading him to be exhausted most of the time, falling asleep while operating dangerous machinery, knocking things over ect ect, ethan has to practically drag him to bed most days so he doesnt overwork himself, karl doesn’t understand why hes so worried because hes so tired he doesnt realise what hes doing

-he likes to have ethan or rose with him while hes planning or drawing up new ideas and inventions to keep him company, sometimes they help him too!

-treats rose like a princess, always protecting her, getting her all the gifts she wants, making her things, he wants to make sire she gets all the love he never got as a child

-tends to have nightmares from mother miranda experimenting on him as a child, if its not to bad he just wakes up shaking and cuddles up to ethan, but it can get really bad, and he bolts up full blown panic attack and sobbing, ethan has to hug him and play with his hair to calm him down, he always ends up really groggy and sad afterwards so ethan spends the day with him trying to cheer him up :}

-covered in scars from lycans, mirandas experiments or just being clumsy at work, he used to be quite insecure about them but now things they’re quite beautiful <33

[sadboyayeron]

THE ONLY VALID MORIYAMA Nikoshi Doe

I came up with this Idea of Kevin having to raise Rikos son who’s name I decide would be Nikoshi Doe aka Niko

Enjoy

So If you Read “Tapping on my Chamber door” 

You know Nikoshi’s mother, Naima Dixon was born in Jamaica but came to the states at a young age after her mom past away.  She lived in the Bronx with her Aunt. She had tight curls aften in box breads or corn cornrows and dark skin with light brown eyes. She was 5’8.  Had a muscular build from all the years of track and had a scholarship to run at Eager Allen University. She was soon to have a spot on the olympic team for long jump, 100, 200 and 400 meters. She was then pregnant with Nikoshi after her and Riko started there little hook up.  The knew of each other but they first met in class.  She noticed Riko looking at her.

“Like what you see.”  I was trying to catch him off guard but he didn’t even look surprise.  But then he smiled.  Something sharp that left me feeling tingly, similar to how I feel before racing.  

“Not to bad, no.”  He chuckled, looked me up and down before he landed back on my eyes, “Want to sit.”

He left me in a trance and I took a seat next to him and sat my books in front of me.  I tucked some braids behind my ear and looked at him again, he was looking back with a smug smile on his face.  

At first I was thinking Nikoshi was Rikos frozen sperm and his mother was forced by Rikos uncle to have him BUT I decide that Riko died before he knew about Naima being pregnant She found out she was pregnant and went to Riko’s uncle for help and he said to give him the kid and she could get her scholarship Back.  So she agreed naming him “Nico” but sadly she died while giving birth from bleeding out. Tesuji doesn’t use that name and changes it to ‘Nikoshi’ stripping him of any last name (Doe) putting the kid into the system in the same place she grow up in Bronx. Ichirou is informed of Nikoshi ten years later after having his Uncle killed. Who then informs kevin.

Nikoshi is from the Bronx has a accent when he speaks. He knows Spanish because of the amount of Dominican and Puerto Rican foster parents he’s had.  Kinda understands broken english two because one of his foster brothers was from Jamaica which is cool because he knows he’s half Jamaican and some type of asian. He wears beat up high top jordan 1s baggy ripped jeans and long sleeves with a baggy jacket. He plays soccer because the system put him on a team and he’s very fast. He didn’t have much clothes but his best ones are the uniforms and he’s fine with that. He also plays street basketball and baseball with some kids in the area.

Kevin has to take Nikoshi in, according to Ichirou. Bringing Neil and Andrew with him. Ichirou just sent him a picture a kid and he was confused until he got that call that explained everything. He doesn’t need to explain who the kid is because you can clearly tell from the picture. Though the kid has milk cholclate skin, and curly hair that falls around his head in a fro.

When he frist sees Nico he has a scrape scab on his cheek, bruises on his wrist and purple knuckles. His ears a surprisingly pierced.

They find out Nikoshi Doe goes by Niko, he likes chocolate and cafe con leche (coffee), he likes shoes, he likes the color green, he uses a lot of slang and sometimes uses broken english and spanglish words, he’s quite but hyper and doesn’t know how to say still, asks why a lot, he hates math and likes to read, he loves listening to music it’s his safe place, he was diagnosed with ADHD/ADD and takes a pill in the morning and after noon on school days, he doesn’t like the way the pills make him feel, he likes Bee, Bee suspects Niko my be Borderline but it’s hard to tell, Kevin explains Riko was too.  When they go to pick up Nikoshi they are informed of his diagnoses. 

“So Kevin Day, It is very nice to meet you my husband loves watching you guys play Exy,” She smiled at them and then opened a drawer in her desk pulling out two folders.“ Now these paper were just printed out today.  One from Nikoshi’s Doctor and another from his psychologist.”  Kevin straightened his back more at that.

“Psychologist?”  She looked up at Kevin.

“Yes, a lot of children in foster care go to see a therapist.  It helps cope with abandonment and makes sure the kids are transitioning well in their new homes.”  She opened one of the folders.  “Nikoshi saw a therapist who recommended him to a psychologist.  He was diagnosed with ADHD/ADD and given medication.  He went through three different medications before he was put on Focalin XR.  His biggest issues are impulsivity, managing feelings, and energy.  There is more information in the folder with getting the prescription at a pharmacy and things to know about his behavior.  He takes Focalin every morning before school, its not needed on the weekends but to long off it isn’t the best idea.  Though if you want him off the medication, if you ever come to adopting him you can do that.”  She looked towards the other two. “Will you two be helping take care of Nikoshi.”

“Yeah we are, is there anything else we need to know.  If he needs a therapist we already got that covered.  We can send her the information.”  Neil replied with a bored tone but

“Thats good to know, he just saw the doctor last week.  He gained some weight and is now at a more healthier weight then he was before.”  She sighed. “You have to reminded him to eat, he forgets to and he doesn't ask for food.  The foster home he was just at was good with keeping a schedule, he ate, took his meds, ate at school, had a snack at home, soccer practice and then dinner.  He gets distracted and has little habits that cause him focus to much on random things.  The meds take away his hunger also, so it important that he finishes.”  She then closed both folders and stacked them together before sliding them to Kevin.  

Kevin didn’t know how to process that.  This information sounded to familiar.  He always had to remind Riko to eat something.  Riko would go days without eating, or sleeping, or even both.  It got so bad the master had to tube feed him because he past out and didn’t get back up.  Niko always got back up.  He was taken out of his thoughts when the lady, Jennifer stood.  He picked up the folders and got up following Andrew and Neil out the door.  Nikoshi was still sitting in his chair, he was singing his legs slowly and seemed fixated on his hands.

“Nikoshi, these gentlemen here are going to be your new guardians,”  Niko looked up at them.  He got a better look at there faces, now that the glasses were off he could easily recognize who the taller man was with the chess piece on his cheek bone.  He was confused o say the least.  This had to be some sick joke, or a stupid stuPID dream.  He looked at the other too, the screw that littered the red heads tan face and the man with blond hair and black studs.

“Deadass?”  He blurted out suddenly.  Fuck.  He did not mean to blurt that out.  Kevin day looked taken back by his statement and the other too snickered from slightly behind him.  The lady looked horrified.

Riko used to self harm, stop eating for days, wouldn’t sleep for days either.  His uncle had to force him into a tube feeder once because of this.  Kevin and Riko had to see a therapist and she diagnosed Riko. His uncle disregarded it and gave him sum type of pills that made Riko’s anger at himself turn down a bit but he was more depressed. He tried to commit 3 times after. Kevin made him promise not to. He flushed the pills and started to abuse others.

Kevin explains this to Neil and Andrew.  They then try to learn more about BPD.  They watch youtube videos, read articles and books on it till they had a better understanding of the disorder.  They learn about the self-destructive tendencies and suicidal gestures that are quite common with the disorder.  They all try there best to build a good support system. 

Niko has a hard time with his identity and ‘who he is’,  he tries to remember that Kevin wants him and isn't going to abandon him, he tries to keep his shifts in moods to himself but in only makes things worse.  He tends to shut down in his room more often then not.  He finds himself getting angry at little things knowing he shouldn’t but he still does.  Anger attacks aren't as bad as the empty feeling he gets sometimes.

When Niko meets all the foxes he drifts more towards Nicky for whatever reason.  He finds that he like Nickys happy vibes and feels it radiate from him.  He likes to soak in it.

Niko likes talking to Neil, he gets candy from Andrew, and he likes playing Exy with Kevin. He didn’t like school and says it’s hard for him but he still makes honor roll no problem.

During the second month of school when he first started living with Kevin he expriences racism for maybe the first time.  He didn’t have any friends, nor knew anybody.  He could tell he was different from the other kids.  They were mostly white with a splash of color here and there.  The way they talked and walked was different then how he did.  He didn’t grew up with white picket fences like they seemed to.  They dressed different too.  He didn’t like the stares he was getting from the kids in his class.

“Nice hair are you a girl?”  One of the boys said, with his little click at his back.  It was recess and Niko stuck to staying to himself drawling in his note book that Andrew gave him. 

“No.”  The boys continued to laugh.  He hated when people talked about his hair.  He didn't like his hair.  Especially when his foster mothers always tugged and pulled on it.  That wasn't just it though.  It reminded him of his foster father Mr. James.

“Such pretty hair.”

The boys crept closers and Niko started to feel closed in.  One of them pulled out scissors and two grabbed him by the shoulders.  One talked about how there dad said them Black boys need to cut there hair.  Another used a slur Niko heard a lot back in the Bronx, used it himself when with the kids in the neighborhood but he never heard it used like this.  He started to struggle but another one grabbed his face and held him down so his face fell between his knees.  He felt chuncks of hair being cut of from his head as they fell down his back and some at his feet.  

He felt his eyes water and struggled harder.  He kicked the one to his right in the shin, knowing how much it hurt from when he played soccer with out shin guards.  The kids let go of that shoulder and he swung his arm hitting another kid.  They all let go once they heard a teacher yell at them.  Niko reached for the scissors and threw them in the grass.  The boys ran away and Niko was left to look at the small and large chunks of his hair on the concrete.  He didn’t mean to bother anybody.  He didn't ask to have this type of hair.  He didn’t ask to be different.  Sometimes he missed the Bronx but then remembered his foster sister getting shot, and his doped up foster parents he used to end up with.  He didn't want to go back, but he found himself missing it sometimes.

Nobody asked abut his hair during the rest of the school day.  Not even his teacher.  Its fine he didn't want to bother anybody.  When Andrew came to pick him up he was wearing his hoodie.  Today Neil and Andrew were coming over, so was Aaron.  Aaron practically lived with him and Kevin now though.  He said nothing on the way home.  He didn't want to bother them.  He was trying his hardest not to.  

But then he got home he went straight to the bathroom and locked the door.  He didn’t hear Kevin nor Aaron calling him.  He stared in to the mirror and glared at himself.  Disgusting. You look like a girl. He ripped off his hood and he felt something in himself crack.  His hair was clearly uneven.  Some areas you couldn’t tell but he could see how his curls on his forehead were shortened compared to the pieces on the sides.  He could tell where every spot was that had been cut, like there were circles showing him where to look.  A broken sob cut through his throat.  The tears rolled down his cheeks.  He always thought he was an ugly crier.  He grabbed his hair and pulled.  He kept pulling till he felt arms wrap around his torso.  He wanted to fight who ever they were off but he couldn't.  They grabbed his hands but they couldn't pry them from his hair.  He heard someone calling his name and found a face to that voice.  He noticed another person accompanied him in the mirror.  Holding on to him.  It wasn’t his voice he heard though.  He saw the other three at the bathroom entrance but it was Aaron standing closest to him.

“Niko its okay, let go buddy.”  He didn’t know if he meant his hands or his feelings but he let them go.  He saw more pieces of hair fall through his hands but ignored it and them screamed.  Kevin turned him around and held him again.  Kevin lowered himself to his knees to let Niko cry and scream into his neck.  He rubbed his back till he calmed down.  Neil and Andrew left to prepare some ice cream and play music.  Kevin noticed the hair that fell to the floor and so did Aaron.  It didn’t match the amount that should still be connected to his head.

Niko told them what happened at school with less emotion then he displayed before.  They were all furious but chose to keep it inside to comfort Niko.  They called the school and told them what happened.  The school apologized but Kevin still wasn't letting Niko go back to that school.  He transferred Niko to another and reassured him it was okay and it was the same distance anyways.  They took Niko to the babor shop and they evened out his hair.  He got it cut some on the sides as well, allowing the back and top to be longer.  His hair showed more off his forehead and ear piercings now.  He felt more exposed, but was happy with the hair cut.

When he meets Dan she gives him oils and creams to put in his hair.  Even showed him how to wash it too, Matt helps.  He got to meet there kids.

Allison braided his hair down for when he graduated Elementary School.  She teaches how how to do other things like twist, braids, and box braids.

When he goes to college Renee helps him bleach the ends of his hair blond.

He has nightmares often. And likes to have hot chocolate to calm his nerves. He gets irritated easily, they learn. When he gets irritated he stops talking and fidgets, tapping his foot and cracking his knuckles. 

Kevin’s night terrors slowly fade as Riko’s dark shadow fades into Nikos warm glow.

Niko definitely learns how to skateboards when Aaron gives him his old one. Kevin likes to watch them practice it together.  Just like Aaron likes to watch Kevin teach Niko Exy.  He joins a team in Middle School.  He's definitely going to be something.

Hope you guys like this.  Leave ask and suggestions about Nikoshi Doe. I would love to hear about it and write the prompts.  

[cowboyguts]

jo what’s ur process like in developing ur ocs!!! creating an entire Life seems hard

i truly can NOT believe you sent me an ask 😔this is the highlight of my week thank you so much

UM yeah it's hard especially because if you try to develop a whole life in detail you’ll forget 40% of it lowkey so I haven’t actually come up with every twist and turn of my ocs unfortunate timelines but there are certain periods I think about in such crazy detail i lose my MIIIINDD and they take over my entire being and its sad ://// 

but in general i use my boyfriend to bounce ideas off of when making a person from scratch. it helps to make ocs WITH someone you know. Like um baby Lewis came about because we wanted to make boyfriends and we were like okay. Solid. where are they from? what time period? is it a world that mimics reality or is it fantasy based? and so the town in which they live, Mystic Overhang, mostly mimics reality but has speculative horror and sci-fi elements that are so light that its more just a feeling in the air and unexplainable happenings than anything else. Like yeah, Lewis and Chris and their friends fart on the basement sofa and work at minimum wage jobs and are diagnosed with the misfortune of being gay stoners in the 1980s, what with the AIDS crisis and politics and the execution of Ted Bundy BUT... like also there’s an unidentifiable monster in a lake just southeast from where Chris lives?? JHFBJSSDFJ and only Chris has seen/felt it while swimming there as a kid and has a scar from where something bit and dragged him down beneath the surface? laugh out loud... 

and my other oc Church can lowkey tell the future. like he doesn’t talk about it and it doesn’t dominate his life but yeah... that’s just apart of him? and he’s like...alright. (in a southern accent) and he’s obsessed with ufos that plausibly exist and hover in the night sky while he’s asleep. Lewis is believed to be a profit sent from God by the people that abused him in this religious commune he was raised in and like of course he isn’t...but no one can deny there’s SOMETHING special about him. 

And there’s copious amounts of murders and missing people in Mystic Overhang and yet it’s still a tourist trap and people shit themselves when they see the boardwalk by the ocean because there’s a big ferris wheel but never mind this horrible eerie feeling you get on the back of your neck while you’re waiting in line. STUFF LIKE THAT....

the setting is really important in our case so we thought about how the town would play a part in a friend group that has such normal young adults in them that do very basic things in their rites of passage to adulthood. its just made all the more complex because their towns fucking creepville and some of them are inflicted by its weird spell. 

but as far as THEY go as people, making them was easy we just wanted diverse people with different vibes without it being really campy and cliche like. The Smart Man and The Popular Man #3. We try to make them as authentic to people we really know as possible and take things from shit we’ve experienced/ seen and put it on them with a twist. Their physical attributes change the more we know about them but yeah when I first make them I think hair color, eye color, ethnicity, height, all that. It’s sounds weird and hippie dippy but the way they all feel and their place in the group is so distinct it helps to imagine their like ...SOULS?? FFDSHDSNJ their spirits??? like who would the group be without a very tall very long-haired stoner mikael with his socks and sandals and refusal to take his adhd medication who like radiates warmth while his best friend is a 5′9 twink named Chris who loves drag performance and self-loathing that's a cooler emo energy. like...perfect duo man...i guess making each one individually depends on what their going to offer the cast of people and what they do for them as a friend, how they bounce off each other. because like, in real life who you are often entirely depends on who surrounds you and what kinda shit you do with them and how you differ from them in areas. like mikael is constantly happy. chris is more often sad. why is that the case? how does that work in favor of their friendship

their backstories all come from things me and tristan read/watch/have lived and then we make it different by adding new elements to it or switching shit around. Like Lewis’s background growing up in a religious commune straight up comes from the book I was reading at the time of creating him where a boy grows up in a monastery getting abused and I was like, alright, kool. so this kid his gonna have a rough messy past and i’m gonna research about cults and i’m gonna approach this with the intent to learn and be careful about his precarious childhood. and then I'm gonna think about how that effects him as a teen and adult and take some risks and make him different in certain ways than some cult survivors and so on.

this is so fucking long winded but basically i take shit i love and i put it on my own shit and i take repressed memories and dump them on Chris cause i hate him and i look at people and observe and try to translate that into my fiction so these people seem as real as possible. and their backstories effect their temperament, which effects the current story. like Chris being neglected because he grew up as a gay child has caused him to be reckless in his need to express himself even if it means putting himself in danger just to feel like himself. UM YES. i am so sorry i wrote 20k

[imbumkyung]

I Saw It In A Movie One Time (ch.4) - Acting

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Warnings: none!

“Well the good news is, the cast should only be on for about a month, and you can go back to regular activities within eight weeks,” the blonde, golden eyed doctor advised.

The room you were sat in was glum. You remember it this exact way from the movie. Dr. Cullen’s hair swept back with a white coat on, eyes focused on the document in front of him being held by a clip board. We was writing things down, probably prescribing her some medications or as her friends liked to call it— hardcore drugs.

Kai reminisced that comedy segment that John Mulaney did about lying to his doctor for Xanax. She considered the same trick on Dr. Cullen, but feared that he would deny her since marijuana and other drugs were still taboo in 2007. Still, her mouth ran faster than she could process.

“Hey uh, sometimes I get nervous on airplanes,” she stated

God. I have to blame my ADHD on that one.

“Ah,” he nodded, “well I hope you won’t be going on any airplanes anytime soon then,” Dr. Cullen replied with a smile

Dammit. No Xanax for me then.

He finished writing but not without leaving a signature at the bottom of the page and sending me off with a smile. As she was leaving the room, she happened up bump straight into the hardest and coldest figure she’d ever felt.

“Sh— sorry man,” she apologized. She looked up for a split second and instantly regretted when she did

Edward

His eyes narrowed, making her feel smaller, “I remember you,” he stated

She said nothing, but ducked her head and rushed away as fast as she could. Her sense of accomplishment for getting away was cut short by a cold hand wrapped around her upper right arm. At this, she tensed and gave him a cold look.

“It’s not nice to grab people,” she spat

“How do you know who I am?” He asked gently

“The last time someone asked me that I got this,” she raised the cast on her left forearm. Unknowlingly revealing she knew about Victoria as well. The sound of her screaming in pain and the events of Victoria effortlessly snapping her arm played in her head.

“Besides,” she shrugged her arm from his grasp, “I’ll be out if your way soon”

Unwillingly, she remembered the time she tried to kill herself back to go back to her normal life and the next image that flashed in her head was her driving at over 100mph, then closing her eyes and sealing her fate. It wasn’t a set-in-stone kind of plan, but it was an idea that came up on the spot.

Edward cringed, “that— that’s not neccessary,”

“What’s not neccessar— oh. Stay out of my head please,” she remembered, he can hear her thoughts, but she wasn’t aware that any form of imagery would translate for him.

“You know I can read your thoughts,” he stated.

“Look, I’d love to explain everything, but I really gotta go. My mom needs me home to uh...” she paused, scrambling in her head for an excuse “take care of my brother— Don’t speak to me if you ever run into me again. Please,” she walked out of the hospital as fast as she could, deciding she didn’t need any of the medication. She just needed to get away.

-

Needless to say, Kai was stressed. Stressed that she’s attracted so much attention from the characters. Stressed that said characters had even seen her. It put her in danger. Victoria even knows about her now, and now that another human besides Bella knows of their existence— it’s a crime to the bloodsuckers.

Upon realizing this, Kaileia’s eyes widened.

Her knowledge of them had been exposed to two vampires. Theres no one to protect her from this— Bella’s safety was secured because Edward was her mate. Kai had no one. She’d avoided becoming friends with anybody at all in fear that any connection would lead her to the vampires or the wolves.

Slamming open the door to her bedroom, she scrambled for the journal she bought months back. It had been weeks since she last documented her experiences, but after today, it was time for an update

“Victoria caught me today and broke my arm bro. At least it was my shitty arm. I havent had an actual conversation with anyone besides Jeremy who interviewed me for the job I have now. Carlisle fixed my arm as if theres no other god damn doctors in forks dAMMIT MEYER. Then edward radiated some REAL Serial killer energy today like hOLY SHIT he can read my thoughts. I just wanna go back to where my only problem was my mom. She wasnt even that much of a problem tho tbh. But its Not like blood sucking vampires and their werewolf enemies. Kendrick Lamar isnt even famous yet. No one knows who Chance the Rapper is. Everyones obsessed with the pussycat dolls and I dont even think they know about Chris Brown beating up Rihanna. At this point, I’ve definitely missed the area 51 raid and I’m disappointed.

Not gonna lie tho, I’ve been running from it all this time and it’s worked until now. I was faced with just the greatest danger ever and now I’m getting sucked in. I’m really hoping I never have to mean anything to them. I’m also wondering what happens after it’s all over? I don’t want to write what it is here, because if someone finds this I don’t want to change the future, but after that last chapter, where do I go? I can’t live here forever. I have my own life.

I wonder if my dogs miss me. If anyones feeding them the right amount, walking them twice a day. Do my parents know I’m gone? Its been over half a year and I’m still here”

Her hand started cramping and she shut her book, flinging her pen across the opposite side of the room, thought instantly regretting it because she may think of other ideas to write down. Kai lay flat on her bed, letting go of any control she had over her muscles and stared at the ceiling. Things were starting to get a lot more intense. It had her shaken that she might have to be involved in order to stay safe.

There was no evidence supporting her theory, but Kai believed in order to go back to her old life, she cannot die by the hands of another person.

(Fourth wall break)Yes, it’s a plot hole. Smeyer had a lot of those too and I’m writing this impulsively. Give me a break

-

Edward pushed open Carlisle’s office door with force, “She knows,” he stated urgently, his expression stoic but panicked.

Carlisle furrowed his brows, “who?”

“That patient you just had,” Edward said, pointing back to the door behind him with his thumb, “She knows about us. I was in her head. Victoria broke her arm,” He rushed, taking a step toward Carlisle with wide eyes.

Carlisle’s eyes widened as well, “She’s in danger,” he stated

“We have to protect her,” Edward stated, “if Victoria kills her, the treaty is compromised,” He concluded, alluding to the treaty they had with the wolves.

Carlisle paused, trying to collect his thoughts, “I think this calls for a house meeting, actually,” he suggested, now standing with his arms to his side, “I can tell this concerns you, Edward.”

“I don’t want a fight with the wolves,” Edward explained, “Jacob was here for Bella while I was in Italy. He’s the one who told me she was dead,” he paused, Carlisle listening intently to his son, “I know if we fight, he’ll come for me first. And I can’t hurt Bella like that.”

Carlisle nodded, “We’ll let the rest of them know,” he said, referring to his family, “I think it’s best if the wolves know to protect her as well,” he suggested

“She doesn’t want to be involved,” Edward said, “it was the last thing she wanted. I don’t want to drag her into this life as well.” Edward was still beating himself up for bringing Bella into his world. Weather she wanted to be in it or not, he still wanted her to keep a normal human life. And if a normal human life is what Kai wanted, then damn it, he was going to let her have it

-

“So theres another human?” Rosalie seethed

“It’s not her fault—” Carlisle interjected

“It’s not her fault? Not her fault that she found out about us? How could she figure it out without dedicating so much time into figuring us out?” She accused the girl they didn’t know about. She knew Bella only found out because of the loads of research she did.

“She didn’t,” Edward defended, taking a step closer, “I don’t know how she knows, but she does. She doesn’t even want to be involved in this life,” he said gently, keeping eye contact with Rosalie

“So what do we do?” Esme asked, “If the Volturi find out she knows about our kind, they have no one to accuse except us. We’re the only coven in Washington.” She said softly

Everyone was staring hard at the ground, trying to grant Kai’s wish of not becoming involved, all the while knowing that the only real way to protect her was to stay with her at all times.

“She at least needs to know the that Victoria won’t stop,” Alice said, “she knows the Volturi would either blame her or us for exposing our kind.”

Carlisle pressed his lips in a tight line, “I’m sure she knows.” He sighed. Everyone shared quick glances before staring back to the floor in concentration, desperately trying to come up with a solution.

“She’ll need to get out of Forks,” Alice concluded, “Victoria is only here for Bella, I don’t think she’ll go for the girl until after her plan for Bella.” Alice believed Victoria was really only hungry for revenge, and this unknown girl wouldn’t be in danger until Victoria got what she wanted with her. However, Alice had no doubts that Victoria would be defeated before even having the chance to get to the girl.

“What’s her name?” Esme asked, “so we don’t have to keep calling her “the girl””

Edward shrugged, “I don’t know, actually.” He described her instead, “she’s short, black hair, tan skin and freckles” he recalled.

Carlisle nodded, the same description in his mind

Alice froze, and stared off into the distance, “It’s Victoria.”

Everyone stood alert. Alice was having a vision.

“What? What about her?” Jasper asked, his eyes not leaving hers.

“She’s in La Push” Alice sat, her eyes unmoving. Jasper handed her a pen as she sketched a store on one half of the paper writing “Minnie’s Stop” above it. Within a second, she moved her hand to the right, sketching out a house at the corner of a row of houses reading “Hilltop Rd”.

Edward’s brows knitted and shook his head slowly, “That’s not Bella’s street.”

“It has to be hers,” Esme said

Alice looked ahead incredulously, “she’s not going for Bella.” Alice snapped out of her vision, “If she was going for Bella, I would have seen something familiar.” This proved their theory wrong. She spared some time before getting to Bella. Why did she prioritize catching the unknown girl over avenging her mate?

The Cullens shared silent glances, knowing all too well that Victoria was hunting down the girl.

“She goes to La Push. We have to inform Sam.” Carlisle said sternly. He turned to Edward, “I understand you want to protect her from this world, but we can’t risk anything happening to her on their territory.”

Edward nodded and sighed. As opposed as he was to the idea, he knew Carlisle was right. He grabbed the keys off the table and bid his family goodnight, before leaving to spend the night at Bella’s

-

“You said she already knew who you were?” Bella asked concerned, a hand on his chest, her eyebrows together and eyes looking straight into his own

“Yeah,” he exhaled, “not just who but... what.”

Bella was confused, “how?”

“I wish I knew. She refuses to speak to me and guards her thoughts. Every time I try to read in, she stops saying things in her head,” he paused, “She knew I could read minds”

“Do you think there could be other... creatures besides your kind and Jacobs?” Bella asked, just above a whisper, “like— she could be a fairy or something,” she chuckled a bit, shaking her head at the idea.

“She was kind of short,” Edward shrugged and smiled at the memory of looking down at someone the size of a fifth grader.

“Get some sleep. We’re going to meet with Sam tomorrow and tell him everything. Alice saw Victoria hunting her down in La Push.” Edward advised and let her know their plans for tomorrow.

Bella nodded before snuggling closer to his chest and finally dozing off

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my love is authentic (and i fell for you)

Until the first time she lays eyes on Rosa Diaz, Gina Linetti is completely sure of who she is. She's got no doubts. She's living life out loud and she's certain that she's gonna fall in love and be happy one day. What she isn't expecting is falling hard in love with Rosa Diaz. Gina has no idea what to do. She's never felt this way before.

(a coming out and falling in love story)

Gina Linetti has always seen Rosa in a different light. From the moment the assistant stepped foot into the precinct, she knew that Rosa had a different aura. An aura that screamed “I will kill you with my looks!” and honestly? Her aura wasn’t wrong. Rosa could kill with her looks.

Her hot-ass drop-dead gorgeous looks.

Gina’s afraid to admit it, but she’s intimidated at first. Because she’s supposed to be the “kill with her looks and drop dead gorgeous” woman in the Nine-Nine. Gina’s aura is different from Rosa’s; she knows that. Gina’s aura reads “I will not hesitate to leak all of your personal information if you don’t do my bidding!” (Her psychic told her; it’s a thousand percent accurate.)

But still. Gina radiates beauty.

But so does Rosa.

And it intrigues Gina.

So much that she finds herself staring at Rosa when no one else is watching. She’s sneaking glances at the detective while playing Kwazy Cupcakes and she’s subtly following Rosa around the precinct to see what she’s up to. At all times.

And then it’s more than that?

Gina Linetti is feeling heat rush into her cheeks whenever Rosa raises an eyebrow at her? Whenever Rosa smirks at her? Whenever Rosa drops a file on her desk?

That isn’t right. There is something… off about it. Suddenly, Gina is biting her lip as she impatiently waits for Rosa to arrive at the bullpen in the mornings. She no longer sees Rosa as her “kill with drop dead gorgeous looks” rival. She’s seeing Rosa as her… friend? Could that be right?

Gina doesn’t make a lot of friends. There is Jake; he is different. They had fallen into each other’s monstrous five-year-old clutches at their kindergarten many years ago and they were and still continue to be inseparable. They have a lifelong friendship.

But Gina doesn’t make new friends just out of nowhere. For anyone to become Gina’s friend, they have to pass a five-page long questionnaire and know every lyric to every song in Beyoncé’s Lemonade album. And Gina doesn’t even know if Rosa even listens to Beyoncé.

Which is ridiculous, of course. Who doesn’t listen to Beyoncé?

“Chill, Gina. You can be friends with Rosa! I mean I’m friends with Rosa… I think!” Jake says one day as they hang out in his apartment, both perched in separate massage chairs. “I’m like seventy percent sure she considers me a friend. Oh my god, does Rosa not consider me as a friend? Should I call her? Would she even pick up if she doesn’t consider me as a friend!?”

Gina rolls her eyes. “Jakey, you are a mess. I just think that me and Rosa match the same energy levels and we’d get along quite cool, y’know?” She takes a sip from a can of orange soda. “Anyways, I’m gonna talk to her about teaming up as friends and taking over the goddamn world.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jake says, setting his massage chair to the highest level.

And Gina does talk to Rosa. She whisks Rosa into the evidence room, where Rosa scrunches her eyes and stares at Gina. “What is this about. I have work to do,” Rosa says flatly.

“Your ‘work’ could be done by a ten tear old in fishnets and glow in the dark bracelets,” Gina says. “Anyways, Rosa, do you know the sixth lyric to Beyoncé’s ‘Pray You Can Catch Me?’”

“What?” Rosa asks with a confused expression on her face.

“Never mind,” Gina says quickly. “We’ll get around to that. Anyways, what I was gonna say is that I think that as we, the most powerful women in the Nine-Nine, should be friends.”

“Dope,” Rosa replies, examining a nail. “I’m gonna leave now.” And with that, Rosa Diaz leaves Gina Linetti smiling to herself in the evidence. Gina Linetti is so undeniably happy for some reason. And just because Rosa’s agreed to be her friend? Something is definitely off. Gina doesn’t jump for joy when she makes a new friend. She jumps for joy when Rihanna tweets at her or when she gains more followers than Ariana Grande.

“You’re obviously in love with her,” Jake tells her one night while they are doing their nails and drinking red wine. “I mean, you talk about her so much.”

Gina looks up at him and frowns. “What? I’m not gay,” she mumbles, focusing on the shade of red polish in front of her.

“Gina. That’s what I said when you told me I was in love with John during high school,” Jake says. “Do you think Amy will like this shade of purple on me?”

“Mhmm,” Gina says. “But that was different. You were actually in love with John. I just wanna Rosa’s friend. Like, see her every day and you know, occasionally see a movie or have dinner or just hang out…” Gina gasps. “Oh, shit. I think I might be in love with Rosa Diaz.” Her hand flies up and she knocks the bottle of red nail polish to the wooden floor, where it immediately shatters.

Jake smiles sympathetically at her. “Hey, I’ve been there,” he says, looking down at the red-splattered floor. “Oooh, it looks like blood!”

“Jake,” Gina says, attempting to focus Jake’s attention on her again.

“Hmm?” He looks up at her and then back down at the floor.

“You were saying?”

“What was I saying?”

Gina sighs and grabs her glass of wine. She takes a big gulp and then grabs the bottle, pouring some more alcohol into her glass. Gina doesn’t blame Jake, of course. He’s got a short attention span and he was diagnosed with ADHD when they were kids.

“Let’s just watch… something,” Gina mumbles, grabbing the TV remote and flipping to House Hunters. She finds herself not focusing on the young couple in search of a luxury dream home, but rather thinking of her feelings.

Her feelings about Rosa Diaz.

But she dozes off while they are touring the second house on TV and Jake ends up carrying her to bad and tucking her in, like he did when Gina would fall asleep on his couch when they were kids.

Gina arrives to work the next morning in a daze. The only time she looks up is when Rosa Diaz arrives to work and clunks her motorcycle helmet down on her desk. Gina quickly looks back down at her phone when Rosa makes eye contact with her for a split second. She refrains from biting her lip and ends up avoiding Rosa for the rest of the day.

“Jake,” she says urgently into her phone as soon as she gets home from work. “I need you over here. It’s an emergency.”

“On it, girl,” he replies.

And he’s there not even five minutes later, carrying a two liter bottle of orange soda and few DVDs of Gina’s favorite movies under one arm. They sit down on Gina’s couch and Jake starts to aggressively shake the bottle of soda. Gina stops him before he twists the cap open.

“But I wanna open it like champagne!” Jake grins.

Gina affectionately rolls her eyes. “You’ve done that a million times and it’s never gone well. Not today; not my couch,” she says. “But really, Jake. And I can’t believe I’m saying this but… I need your advice.”

“Cool. Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool,” Jake says. “Shoot, girl.”

“How…” Gina begins uncertainly. “How did you know that you were bisexual?”

“I mean, you helped me through it,” Jake says, popping open the bottle of soda. The liquid fizzles all over his hands and drips down onto Gina’s couch. Gina simply sighs.

“You gotta buy me more stain remover later, dude. I’m nearly running out. Anyways, what I mean is like… how did you know to yourself that you were bi? Like when was the first time that you realized it?” Gina asks, fiddling with a golden chain on her wrist.

“Well, I did a lot of googling. Because I didn’t know, y’know? I didn’t know who I was, and I didn’t know why I was so different from everyone. And I knew that I liked John, so I was attracted to guys, but I couldn’t be gay because I was still attracted to girls? Like Jenny Gildenhorn. I was in love with her for five consecutive years,” Jake tells her.

Gina smiles at him. She remembers.

“Oh, did I use the word ‘consecutive’ right?” Jake asks quickly. Gina shrugs and then nods. Jake grins ecstatically. “Can you make sure to tell Amy that?”

“Whatever, dude. Keep talking,” Gina says, rolling her eyes.

“And then I came across the word ‘bisexual.’ And I knew that the word described me. And I wasn’t different; there were so many other people who were like me.” He puts a hand on Gina’s shoulder in a comforting way. “So whatever you’re going through, Gina, you’re not alone.”

Gina full-on pulls Jake into a tight hug. “Thanks, man.” She grabs the bottle of orange soda from him and takes a long swig. Jake smiles at her.

“Wait, what’re you doing?” Jake asks when Gina pulls out her phone and begins furiously tapping on it.

“Doing some googling,” Gina replies nonchalantly.

“Cool. Did you eat dinner yet?”

Gina shakes her head.

“I’ll make dinner, then,” Jake says and stands up.

“The instant mac & cheese boxes are in the cupboard,” Gina tells him without looking up from her phone. “Since you suck at cooking other stuff.”

“Hey!” Jake protests, already on his way to the kitchen. “I’m better at cooking than Amy!”

Gina spends nearly two hours on her phone before she puts it down to have some of the mac & cheese that Jake makes. She’s almost sure that she’s got it; that she’s got who she is.

“Did you have any luck with your research?” Jake asks as they finish off their dinner. Gina nods. “Well, that’s great for you, Gina.”

“I think… I think I’m pansexual,” Gina says. It feels a little bit bizarre for her to say it out loud for the first time. “I think that’s who I am,” she says with a little more confidence.

Jake smiles. “That’s amazing. You’re amazing, Gina. I’m… I’m just glad that I can be here with you because you were there for me when I was figuring out my identity.”

“Yeah,” Gina smiles. “I’m pansexual.”

“So I’ve been meaning to ask…” Jake starts. “What are you going to do about Rosa? Because you two could totally be a super amazing power couple.” He scrapes the last of his mac & cheese into his mouth and drops the spoon into the bowl with a clatter.

Gina feels a hint of heat rising to her cheeks. She shrugs. “Uh, I don’t know. Rosa… does she even like girls? I don’t wanna ruin our friendship or anything. Ya know, cause we just officially became friends.”

“I’ll be your wingman,” Jake offers. “If Rosa isn’t already into you, then she will be after I talk to her.” They spend the rest of the night watching Gina’s favorite movies and dancing to Taylor Swift.

The next day after work, Jake corners Gina in the garage. “She’s into you. Like, she’s so into you,” Jake tells Gina with excitement written all over his face.

Gina raises an eyebrow. “Do tell,” she says, trying to play it as cool as she can.

“I went on a stakeout with Rosa today. She doesn’t talk about anyone but when I mentioned you, it was like she wanted to keep on talking about you. She kept on tryna bring you back up to the conversation. I could tell. I’m a detective,” Jake says proudly.

“Are you sure though?” Gina asks.

Jake nods. “You should talk to her. Oh, and if she secretly turns out to be a serial killer or something, then I got your back. Actually, would it be cool to date a serial killer? No. No, they kill people! I mean, I doubt Rosa’ll be a serial killer; she’s super soft on the inside.”

“Jake,” Gina says, interrupting his train of thoughts.

“Right. I gotta go; I have a date with Ames tonight! But call Rosa!” Jake says, heading off to his car.

So Gina does. She invites Rosa to grab a drink with her, not sure if she means it as a “date” or not. But Rosa meets her at Shaw’s on Saturday night, all dressed up and looking gorgeous. Her dark lipstick and killer eyeliner have Gina drooling just a little bit.

“What?” Rosa asks when she catches Gina staring.

“Nothing! Nothing,” Gina says, fumbling for an excuse. “Was just looking behind you… I think I saw Shawn Mendes or someone.” She takes a gulp of air and fiddles with her cell phone.

Rosa raises her eyebrows. “Highly unlikely, but m’kay.”

“Yeah, uh, Rosa. I wanted to talk to you about something,” Gina starts, hoping that the dim lights hide the tint of red splayed across her cheeks.

“I pray you catch me listening,” Rosa says nonchalantly.

“What?” Gina asks, confused.

“Sixth lyric to Beyoncé’s ‘Pray You Can Catch Me,’” Rosa says. “I googled it. And listened to the song. It was dope.”

“Of course it’s dope, Rosa! It’s Beyoncé!” Gina exclaims ecstatically. “Wow, I can’t believe you actually did that.”

“I do a lot of things. What did you wanna talk about?���

By this point, Gina can’t remember the long speech that she had planned out. “Uh, just that I like you?” she squeaks.

Rosa arches one eyebrow. “Elaborate.”

This sends Gina headfirst into a long rambling. “Like, I like you! You have this super cool and kinda hot aura and it kinda attracted me to you and then I was super confused which is crazy because Gina Linetti don’t get confused but then you, Rosa Diaz, made her confused! Ugh, now I’m talking in the third person like Terry, and I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She stops for a second to take a deep breath. “You did this to me, Diaz,” Gina accuses.

Rosa watches Gina with amused eyes. “So you like me.”

“Mhmm. If that’s what you got from all of that.”

“Come with me,” Rosa orders, grabbing Gina’s arm and dragging her out of the bar.

“Haven’t even had a drink yet,” Gina mumbles as she walks along with Rosa.

“Good,” Rosa says and turns to her. “Because I want you to be completely sober for what I’m about to do.”

Gina starts to ask what Rosa’s about to do but her words are cut off short by the feel of Rosa’s lips on her’s. They’re warm and soft and not rough and hard against Gina’s lips like Gina had imagined.

And Gina pulls her arms up around Rosa’s neck and stands up on her tiptoes just a little bit because damn, Rosa’s wearing heels and Gina’s not.

It feels amazing. Like dynamite and fireworks and fresh flowers on a warm summer day and the waves crashing against the shore at the beach and every single good thing in the world that Gina can imagine.

“Yeah?” Rosa asks once they break away.

“Let’s do that again,” Gina suggests lightly.

They do.

[kj-nixon]

happy v day

On any other day, it would be nearly impossible to wake KJ up before 10am. You would have to fire a gun next to her. It was actually a major concern of her family’s, but she had always been more of a night owl than an early bird.

But today was Valentine’s Day. And this year she was going to do something fantastic for Hunter.

Last night, she had stolen his Apple Watch after he had fallen asleep and set the alarm to vibrate on her wrist at 7. She hated the thing because she felt the radiation from it would lead to arthritis. Bailey had tried to explain that that wasn’t how arthritis worked, but KJ was still skeptical. Regardless, it was the only way she could think of setting an alarm without also waking up Hunter.

God damn, 7am. Any later and Hunter would probably wake up on his own and ruin the surprise. Why did he have to be such an adult?

KJ grinned at that. That’s why she loved him.

As gracefully as she could manage, which wasn’t all that graceful if you knew KJ, she slipped out of their queen sized bed and tip toed to the kitchen. Their apartment was more of an open loft. A giant, brick square with only the bedroom and tiny bath distorting the shape by jutting out to the side. Looking at the floor plan, she had never quite been able to figure out how it interlinked with the other apartments, but really, did it matter? It suited them perfectly. The kitchen was as much a part of the living room as it was the dining room.

Open concept, open vibes.

They had it decorated as some combination of industrial modern and cozy, and the kitchen was pretty much the same. The tricky part was that KJ so rarely actually opened their cabinets that it took her a few attempts to find the pans she needed. Eventually, though, she got the bacon onto the gas stove and started on making breakfast in bed.

Hunter was, hands down, the best thing to happen to her. She knew she said it a lot, but it was just facts. Without him, she would probably be chasing yet another degree that she wouldn’t complete. He rescued her. Of course, he’d never admit it, but KJ and her siblings knew that she was kind of worthless without him.

And she was worthless, no doubt about it. Worthless against conventional standards. She couldn’t keep a job, her temper kept her from really being too great a people person, and without help her living space would be a dump. But she thrived in a space where you could let her be expressive, and Hunter provided her that. He encouraged her to be as creative and goofy and obnoxious as she wanted. And, somehow, they had figured out how to monetize it online. The cookie crumbled perfectly in that way.

She wanted to get lost in all the different ways she loved him, but it was almost impossible to actually start a list. Because as soon as she thought of one detail, it was almost immediately replaced and forgotten with another. He was just.... her world. She was obsessed with him. And she was pretty sure he was equally obsessed with her.

She assumed. She hoped.

KJ wasn’t actually a secure person. Some would even dare to call her insecure. And she felt justified in her anxiousness. Comparing herself to others was one of her most developed skills, and she never could measure up. So, if by some chance a girl who was just as pretty as she was, but twice as responsible came along, was there really any doubting that Hunter would take an interest? He was actually the perfect, functioning adult. One day he’d realize he was tired of babysitting a grown child. She just hoped it was on his death bed. Because KJ quite actually couldn’t live without him.

They’d be together forever if she had any say. And if you know any Faline, they have a lot to say.

And so what if they weren’t legally linked? KJ loved being with him no matter what. Did she sometimes dream about having the big wedding? Sure. Did she ever wonder if he even thought about asking her to get married? Yeah. Was she kind of concerned that he hadn’t asked yet because he didn’t want to permanently link himself to her in such a way that it would be difficult to leave her when he was ready? Who the fuck asked you?!

KJ’s brain snapped back to the kitchen when she smelled the smoke. While zoning out, she had splashed bacon grease onto the range and started a fire. Fucking ADHD.

What were you supposed to use on a grease fire again? All she could remember was not water, but she needed to put it out before the alarms went off and woke Hunter up.

Um.

Ummmm.

Flour!

Kj had no idea where they kept flour, or if they even had it, but the pancake mix sitting on the counter was the next best thing. Without giving herself a moment to second guess it, she dumped the box of powder onto the stove.

Well... on the stove, in the pan, and on the floor, technically.

She stared at it, willing it to not be all over the place. But, alas, there it was.

Kayla Jane, you’re an idiot.

But at least the apartment wasn’t up in flames.

Sighing, she dropped the empty box on the counter and skated to the corner deigned the living room in her socks. Her sleep tank and shorts were covered in mix now, but when was she ever put together? KJ picked up her phone and quickly ordered Postmates from their favorite diner, like the proper millennial she was. Should’ve done it in the first place, but she wanted to be romantic.

The second phase of the morning was cute enough anyway. It didn’t take her long to get her computer hooked up to their TV and get started on touching up the final bits of editing for her next video. KJ had become pretty savvy with anything techy since her career on YouTube took off. Not that she understood a single thing about engineering or how any of the machines actually functioned, but she could put it all together and operate it pretty easily if you gave her twenty minutes and a 5 Hour Energy to figure it out.

The doorbell rang and she ran to grab their food, knowing full well that he’d definitely get up for that. If he hadn’t smelled the smoke already.

Sure enough, Hunter stepped out of their room just as she finished unpacking their breakfast. KJ would never get over how insanely tall and good looking he was. Like, it wasn’t even fair.

But she sure did appreciate having the injustice in her bed.

He smiled at her and chuckled, probably laughing at how messy she was.

“Don’t go to the kitchen,” she warned, pointing a finger at him threateningly.

“It kind of smells like I should,” he replied.

“You absolutely should not. You should come kiss me and get your present instead.”

“That does sound much more pleasant.”

He graciously leaned down so she could stand on her toes and give him a peck on the mouth. She guided him to sit in front of the television and placed his food in front of him. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sunshine.”

Patience wasn’t really a Faline trait either, so she only gave him enough time to take two bites of food before she climbed into his lap and face the TV. “Okay, I made something.”

“You did? For me?”

“For you.”

“I’m touched.”

“You will be.”

“So will you.” He winked.

She licked his cheek. Then she pressed the enter key on her keyboard.

The video went live on her channel. A shaky close up of Hunter’s forehead came on screen. You could hear KJ’s laughter over the speakers as the camera zoomed out and you were able to see the picnic set up from one of their earliest dates. Minute by minute, the video played through a compilation of vlogs from the last four years of their relationship. Some were of their travel adventures, others were at home where Hunter was obviously unaware that she wasn’t filming. Two consisted of KJ being home alone, lamenting her state of abandonment while Hunter was on a business trip. Every clip, every piece, was carefully chosen to show how perfect they were.

KJ had been on social media for the last three years, but she had never made her relationship public to her audience. Anything regarding Hunter was posted to her private accounts that only friends and family could see. Even her family was often used as clickbait. But Hunter had been reserved as a secret, or marketed as just a friend. And she had never quite been able to explain why.

Part of it had been that she was afraid of karma. If she put them out their publicly, then maybe they’d break up and she’d have to announce to the world that she was alone and her person had left her. Or maybe it was because she was selfish and didn’t want him to get any attention outside of her (and Simon.)

But, around Christmas, she had decided that she wanted the entire planet to know how mad she was for her. She wanted her audience, people she loved and was inspired by, to see how lucky she was.

And she would cut any bitch who tried to bat a single eyelash at him.

The video was only about five minutes long, nowhere near the length of her usual challenges and vlog segments, but there was four years of love pieced throughout it. And she prayed to the universe that he got the bigger picture.

That she loved him more than anything on the entire planet.

It ended and she stretched her head back to see his expression, a proud smile on her face. For a moment, he just continued staring at the screen.

She knew it would take a moment to buffer in his brain. They had discussed forever ago that they’d never go public and he was okay with that. Hunter had never cared one way or the other, but KJ had insisted.

Now...

He looked down at her and she saw his blue eyes glisten. It made her smile wider. He was such an emotional tall man.

Climbing around to wrap her arms and legs around him, she sat up to look him directly in the face. “You’re my person. I’ve staked my claim across the globe now. So if any skanks try to make a move on you while you’re wherever your stupid job sends you, you now have live proof to show them that I will hunt them down and burn their eyebrows off.”

“Oh, it’ll have them and their eyebrows shaking in their kitten heels.” He grinned.

She kissed him. Hard.

“I love you, Green Giant.”

“I love you too, Thumbilina.”

KJ tucked her head into the crook of his neck and gave a happy sigh.

“So... What did you burn?”

“Oh my god, SHUT UP!”