#secret creator reader

[yandere-3-sagau]

Yandere!SAGAU x Secret!Creator!Reader Part 3

Short Summary: You’re on the Crux and want to test the limits of your new abilities. While you’re on your way to Inazuma, more and more people become aware of your existence. characters: Venti, Xiao, Zhongli, Beidou, Kazuha warning(s): none word count: 2221

(Sorry i’ve been inactive. I stopped playing genshin but i’ve come back for my bby Neuvillette. i’m including him soon to this series hehe)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ✧: *.☽ .* : ✧.───

The Anemo Archon may be inactive, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t listening. As they always say, the wind carries words… even those meant to be kept secret.

Despite being a god that hasn’t shown himself to his people in ages, Venti is a lot more informed about his nation than most would think. And it’s not just his nation, but other nations as well.

So, when the wind carries the latest rumor to his ears, Venti drops the wine bottle he’s drinking. The glass shatters to the ground, the red liquid seeping into the wooden floors of Angel’s Share. Diluc groans, putting down the wine glass he was cleaning with a tired look on his face.

“Maybe it’s time you head home, Venti. It seems you’ve had too much to drink.”

Diluc’s words don’t seem to reach him as Venti’s aqua green eyes are widened in shock, his face unmoving. The red haired swordsman snaps his fingers in front of Venti’s face.

“You alright there?”

Venti snaps out of it, shaking his head. There’s a large smile on his face that he’s unable to wipe off.

“Yeah… it’s seems you’re right. I’ll be off, now.” He rushes out of Angel’s Share leaving Diluc bewildered at his speed.

“But you haven’t paid…” Diluc sighs, the words dying in his throat. He shakes his head at the Anemo Archon’s erratic behavior, red locks swaying.

As Venti exits the tavern, he jumps into the air and allows the wind to carry him, not caring who sees it.

His small frame is shaking with excitement over the new rumor… but he had to confirm it.

There have been countless times where the words he hears are false…but on the off chance that this new rumor is proven true, it would be groundbreaking.

So, Venti rides the current of the wind, directing it towards the neighboring nation of Liyue where the subject of the rumor was last spotted.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ✧: *.☽ .* : ✧.───

You’re shocked, seeing the almost love stricken gaze of the vigilant yaksha.

The curse word slips from your mouth but Xiao doesn’t bat an eye, too dazed.

When you finally regain your senses, you have no time to think about Xiao or how he even knows you’re the creator. All you know is that you’ve been discovered and that you need to get back on the Crux before Grandpa Fuyi wakes up and discovers you’re missing.

With that goal in mind, you close your eyes and try to concentrate, thinking of the lower deck of the Crux and Grandpa Fuyi.

Slowly, you open your eyes but immediately jump back, startled. Instead of the lower deck of the Crux, you’re faced with Xiao who has moved disrespectfully close to you.

Xiao’s body is moving on autopilot, subconsciously bringing himself closer as his mind is only filled with thoughts of you. He wanted in engrain the image of you so deep into his brain that he’d remember every detail even when he closed his eyes.

Your presence is so warm it feels like all of the pain he’s suffered has disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Even just the scent of you is so addicting that he’s unable to remain composed. No matter how disrespectful Xiao may seem for invading the creator’s personal space, the need to be near you overcomes any sense of shame he may have. When he notices your shock, he immediately bows his head down.

He can’t stop the tremble of his hands as he stands so close to you, his heart racing. If he just lifted an arm, he’d be able to touch you. He fights the urge with every bone in his body before speaking so quietly that you almost couldn’t hear him.

“I-I’m sorry! I just… I’ve only ever dreamed of meeting you… to think that you’re really here…”

You don’t notice the internal conflict Xiao is having, only feeling your anxiety rising. If Xiao is already aware of you, who knows who else has been informed of your “descension”.

“Listen, Xiao…” he shivers, hearing you call out his name. You’re heading to the exit, determined to find a hidden spot where you can try again to teleport.

“You may have confused me for someone else. I would love to stay and chat but I have some really serious business I need to attend to-“

“Your grace…”

The deep voice that cuts you off fills you with panic as you slowly turn your head and come face to face with the Geo Archon and the sole reason from your departure from Liyue. His tall stature blocks the only exit, hands twitching as his eyes rake all over you.

Zhongli’s long legs make wide strides over to you. He seems to have lost all reason now that he’s finally found you. That face… so filled with joy that it’s almost insane… it makes you shudder.

With deep fear and desperation, you squeeze your eyes shut.

The Crux, The Crux, The Crux…

Finally, you feel that familiar energy surge through you and you know you’ve succeeded. Zhongli and Xiao watch you disappear before their eyes, the Geo Archon’s hand stretched out to touch you before you vanish completely.

Suddenly, you hear the sound of a tea cup clashing against a table. When you open them again, you’re met with two sets of eyes that stare at you in shock.

In front of you, Kazuha and Beidou sit at a round table, the steam from a freshly made teapot slowly rising in the air as the room is filled with silence.

At least you made it to the Crux.

“Well, hello stranger. That’s quite the entrance you’ve made,” Beidou drawls. Her cheek rests upon her hands as she stares at you with interest.

You’re thinking of excuses to make when Kazuha decides to speak after staring at you for a while.

“You’re bleeding,” he says. Panicked, you look at your clothes for any indication of blood but you’re unable to see anything from the dark color of your clothes.

“N-No, I’m not…” you lie, trying to play it off.

“You are… and it must be a lot since I’m able to smell it all the way from here.”

Of course, you know he’s right. The pain is still there since it hasn’t been that long since you were shot and you’re not exactly an expert at patching wounds.

“Why don’t I help you,” Beidou says. “In exchange for the secret on that little entrance you made.” The leader of the Crux steps closer to you causing you to take a step back.

“No, that’s fine! I’m just passing by. My grandpa is on the lower deck and he’s recovering from a heart attack so I really need to-“

With speed faster than you could even comprehend, Kazuha’s hand grips your wrist tightly, preventing you from leaving.

“You’re too suspicious to let go… state your purpose or we’ll have no choice but to treat you as an enemy.”

Beidou sighs, walking over and patting his shoulder as if telling him relax.

“Give them a break, Kazuha. Can’t you see they’re injured? At least patch them up before you start your interrogations.”

You have half the mind to teleport but their movements are so fast, you’re unable fight back. Within the blink of an eye, your hands are bound and you’re seated on a stool as Beidou lifts your shirt to inspect the wound on your back.

Her eyes widen, seeing the messy cloth stained with golden blood. Her hands pull back so fast it’s as if she was burned. Her ruby red eyes snap to look up at the back of your head.

“The creator…”

Kazuha studies you, his face blank but you can see the surprise in his eyes. Both of them take a step back, as they stare at you in silence.

Unexpectedly, it’s the calmest reaction you’ve witnessed so far.

“What brings the creator aboard my humble ship?” Beidou asks, forcing her voice to stay steady as if a big shot… no… the big shot of Teyvat isn’t bound to a chair on her ship.

You sigh. This is the exact reason you wanted to avoid being discovered.

“I wasn’t lying when I said my grandpa is on the lower deck.”

“The grandpa of the creator…”

“Well, adoptive grandpa… but you know, same thing.”

“You’re heading to Inazuma? What for?”

“…vacation.”

Beidou’s hands move back to you this time, asking permission before touching you. You nod your head allowing her to untie you. She then carefully lifts your shirt and removes the wraps to assess the extent of damage. As you twist your head to look at it, you realize it looks a lot less worse than before.

“Who was stupid enough to attack the creator…” Beidou asks but Kazuha nudges her.

“We tied them up… and threatened them,” he says quietly. As if realizing the severity of their actions, Beidou flinches.

“We greatly apologize, your grace. I hope you can understand us. We were just taking precautions to ensure the members of the ship are safe.”

You nod your head, not thinking anything of it. Beidou helps you patch it up and you wince, feeling the stinging pain.

“I will accept your apology… as long as neither of you speak a word of me being here. Don’t tell anyone what you saw or heard. Act as if you’ve never met me.”

You can sense their confusion. They want to ask you why but they stay silent, only nodding at your request. After Beidou patches you up, you immediately leave to the lower deck of the Crux.

The two of them bow their heads down respectfully, waiting until you are completely out of earshot before speaking.

“You’re gonna keep the creator’s secret, right Beidou?”

“…we’ll see how much mora someone offers me for it.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ✧: *.☽ .* : ✧.───

The pupils of Zhongli’s eyes shake as he stares at the spot you had just disappeared from.

When Zhongli had arrived at Wangshu Inn, he immediately recognized the scent he found back at the house he discovered. Like a hound, he followed the scent to the top of the inn and when he saw you… his whole world froze.

Unlike when he first met you back at the stall, he knows exactly who you are. This time, he was able to truly take you in.

Staring at the full glory of the creator, illuminated by the warm glow of candles, Zhongli thought that you were more than he could have ever imagined. For the first time in his thousands of years of life, he was completely awestruck.

He forced himself to steady his voice, quietly clearing his throat before speaking. But just as he called out to you, just before he was able to feel you, you vanished.

Zhongli feels as if the coldest of waters was suddenly poured all over him. His breath hitches and the emptiness of his hand physically pains him.

You disappeared. No… you ran away. From him.

It wasn’t obvious before, but Zhongli is sure of it now. You are running away from him.

Your stall that had been opened for months closed just after you had met him, and now. The moment you heard his voice and the second he almost touched you, you left.

The former Geo Archon feels his heart clench up. He slowly turns to Xiao. The intensity of Zhongli’s stare sends a shiver down the Yaksha’s spine.

“You… why was the creator here? When did they arrive? How come you didn’t tell anyone?”

“I-I’m not sure… From what I can remember, I was just thinking of them and suddenly, they appeared. They were only here for less than five minutes.”

The creator appeared for Xiao when he thought of them… but disappeared when Zhongli came.

The ground rumbles beneath them and the walls of the inn begins to shake. The two can hear the guests of the inn start to panic.

“Earthquake!” someone shouts.

Zhongli takes a deep breath and suddenly the rumbling stops. Still, the words keep circling in Zhongli’s head.

The creator appeared for Xiao.

Why? he thinks. There’s not a single second since he’s been aware of your descension where Zhongli is not thinking of you. For longer than Xiao had even been alive, Zhongli prided himself on being the most loyal acolyte of yours. With how much of his being that Zhongli devotes solely to you… why would you appear for Xiao and not him?

Are you unsatisfied with him? Was there something he did?

Just tell him, he thinks. Instead of running away and leaving him in the agony of uncertainty, just tell him what he did.

Does he need to prove himself to you?

Zhongli is more than willing to prove himself. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to repent and prove himself worthy if the reward is your presence. He’s spent thousands of years devoting himself to you and he’ll worship you til the day he dies.

So now that you’ve finally descended, he doesn’t care if he has to chase you around all of Teyvat. Whether it’s stealing his gnosis back from the Tsaritsa and becoming Morax once more or defeating all the archons of the other nations to prove himself worthy, nothing will deter Zhongli from gaining your acceptance.

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[void-and-virtue]

Lying on the floor in a puddle of my tears and staring blankly at the ceiling as I once again think about all the fucked up, multi-dimensional ways that Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk and Han Sooyoung encompass the god vs creation and deity vs worshipper dynamics

[lovesickeros]

☆ from gold, i am undone

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, implied self harm, implied suicide attempts {☆} word count 0.9k

You weren't meant to be here.

You can feel it in the marrow of your bones– it weighs you down like heavy shackles, gold bleeding from your pores until it is all you know. The taste of ichor on your tongue, the warmth of its invasion beneath your skin, that gleam of gold that lingers in the color of your eyes like specks of dust.

You are changed, and you are whole.

But you are so unbearably broken.

A shattered piece of porcelain hastily put back together with gold to fill the cracks.

Decoration, in the end, for you are not fit to walk as "mortals" do. This gold had filled every empty crevice of your body, spilled the red into your frantic hands and made you bleed so it's callous gold could make room inside your body. It has taken from you many things, given many more, but you scratch and bite and tear until it drips onto the floor and even then it never leaves. It stains the floor no matter how hard you scrub– a permanent reminder of the sickening gold that molds you into something that used to look like you– that does look like you. Desecrated, yet so horribly divine.

All you see is a monster.

Something new, something old.

A hollowed out shell, wounds left to rot and fester until you suited the image of the Creator they bore upon statues and murals, the Creator worshiped in prayers spoken in hushed whispers and joyous chants praising your magnificence.

But what magnificence is there in detachment? What joy is there to be found in carving a God out of a human? They kneel like lambs before the shepherd, but the flock has made you– and you want to unmake them. Unweave the tapestry of their being stitch by stitch until it all falls apart and the world knows the cost of casting molten gold into the shape of a human, knows the price that has been left unpaid.

You want to take it from them. Watch them squabble and pray, blind sheep stepping into the wolf's open maw– to tear the seams of their being until the world is unwound by your heavy hands.

But you know it will not satisfy you.

Nothing does anymore.

You are no wolf. Only the shepherd who guides.

And with every drop of blood spilled, they ripped the humanity from your very bones until your body was the cast in which they made something anew– something gold, something horrific. A monster as much a God, a beast as much a man.

There is nothing left but absolute authority.

You try again and again to mend this act of desecration, to peel back the outer shell and rend the gold from your marrow– but your body cannot, will not, die. It mends itself back into place no matter how damaged, and all you feel is the uncomfortable tug of your body forcing itself to live. You cannot die, but were you ever truly alive at all?

Yet with every cycle, you know only one constant besides the thrum of golden ichor in your veins– cold.

Ice that burns, ice that spreads and festers and devours. Claws that pull you apart until the gold runs thick, teeth that burrow into your bones and rip it out from the source..eyes that witness the fall of a God with reverence– hungering, all consuming reverence.

You welcome it.

It is the first time you felt pain since you were cast into an image of a being you were not meant to be. The sting of cold upon your skin makes you shiver, your body tries to reject it, but you want to welcome it– for a brief moment that lasts only as long as it takes for you to blink, you see the glint of something familiar in the reflection of her empty eyes. Something achingly, horribly familiar– something human, all the more terrifying for it.

Even when Teyvat itself crumples like paper beneath the weight of her sins – of this desecration anew, this wretched heresy – you allow her hands to do it again. You grasp her hands in yours like chains, willing her to shackle you, willing her to pull you apart and make you whole again. To break you until the gold cannot put you back together again.

You long, each time, for those eyes like spears that lodge into your skin– burrow deep and sting deeper, making gold flow like water. You long for the biting tongue, the cutting words and those teeth like weapons– long to see the spite and anger and impure disgust aimed at the woman of silver who leads you down a hall that ends only in damnation. You follow each time like the lamb led astray by the wolf, but you do not wail in betrayal when she sinks her teeth into your throat and devours you whole.

For is it a sin if you welcome it? Has their God sinned, in the eyes of the flock, for welcoming such heresy with open arms? For allowing the wolf into their home?

Is it a sin to be broken beneath the only hands that have loved you?

Is it a sin to want to love, too, those hands and teeth stained in gold?

Then you shall be damned, you swear it. Damned, but gold no more.

For death is the closest you have ever felt to being human.

[xenon-demon]

I fucking love pretty much every version of the “celebrity x Just Some Guy™” trope that there is for Steddie, but in honor of having a totally reasonable amount of wine I’m going to tell you about the version I’m currently thinking about all the time, one of my dumbest yet also funniest AU concepts: modern!AU with streamers Steve & Robin and Hardcore Fan™ Eddie who writes reader-insert fic about Steve.

Steve and Robin, aka EvenStevens and BirdBox_ on Twitch (“My name is spelled with a P-H, Robin, that’s such a stupid name.” “No, it’s actually even better this way! You don’t want to just use your real government name for something like this, and you would just make your username ‘SteveHarrington01′ or something equally uninspired-”) frequently stream together and have a shared YouTube channel. They got popular doing reaction videos that quickly devolve into the pair of them bickering on camera, and since the internet just loves the ‘snarky woman and her emotional support himbo’ dynamic, they got very big, very quick. Plus, it certainly doesn’t hurt that they had the combined might of Dustin and Erica to help them bend the algorithm to their whims.

While most people recognize their platonic-with-a-capital-P soulmatism, there are still some that are convinced they’re secretly dating - they can’t decide if it’s hilarious or absolutely maddening that every time they try to disprove the rumors, they somehow get stronger. Robin doesn’t feel comfortable coming out to the internet yet, and without that trump card some people just can’t understand why they’re not dating.

...there are other sections of their fandom, however, that absolutely do believe they’re not dating. Mainly because they’d rather be dating Steve or Robin (or both!) themselves, and write all the reader-insert fanfiction you could ever possibly need about it. Robin is largely ambivalent to the concept of fanfiction being written about herself as long as they’re not writing smut, since at least that way they’re not insisting she’s dating Steve.

Steve on the other hand finds it absolutely hilarious how despite how much he’s changed, he’s back to being the heartthrob he used to be in high school - and, he’ll be honest, he thrives on the attention. He’s given everyone the green light to write whatever they want - dared them to make it raunchier, even - to the point where it’s a running joke that Steve will read your reader-insert fanfiction about him unless you tag it with some form of ‘Steve don’t look’. He even used the prevalence of fic about himself to come out on stream.

(Steve’s in the middle of re-organizing his flower field in Animal Crossing when he’s interrupted by a donation. “Hey Steve, really sorry to tell you this but people are writing porn about you... and they’re making it gay. Like writing about you getting fucked by a dude. Just wanted you to know so you can say something about it.”

Steve stops dead, his screen freezing on his open inventory. “Hey, uh, why the fuck would I have a problem about a fictional version of me bottoming? Or- wait, do I seriously give off homophobic vibes? I’m literally bisexual. Hey Dustin, can you ban that guy please? Christ, the nerve of some people. If that’s how you feel about people being gay, or about people writing things that I’ve already said I have no problem with, you can leave this stream right now because I don’t want you here.“)

Many people lost their minds after that stream, one of them being popular tumblr blog whorefireclub.

Eddie didn’t plan on starting a tumblr blog for self-insert fanfiction about a twitch streamer. Really he didn’t, and every time he thinks about it in terms that plain he kind of dies a little on the inside. It’s really all Gareth’s fault, for getting fed up with Eddie’s dumb parasocial crush on a streamer and daring him to just “get it out of his system already”. So, using a bare-bones anonymous tumblr and many, many beers as his cover story, Eddie posted some of the most quickly written and unedited pieces of writing he’s ever produced in his life.

Except he wrote it with an AMAB reader character - and for those of you unfamiliar with the reader-insert sphere, that’s like fucking hen’s teeth. People are pretty good at making things gender neutral at least in their descriptions, and sometimes the anatomy is vague enough that it’s ambiguous, but the majority is written with AFAB genitalia for the reader character.

Eddie’s little drunken post blows up, and at first, he’s never regretted a life choice more.

After thinking about it, and seeing just how many people left comments with their reblogs or came into his askbox directly to thank him for giving them the representation they wanted, he starts to feel a bit better about the whole thing. In fact, it kind of tickles his “protector of the outcasts” instincts; there are people who can’t enjoy the content they want to because it doesn’t gel with their anatomy or gender identity. Eddie could, hypothetically, if he wanted to be absolutely insane about this one hot streamer guy, help fix that problem somewhat.

A couple of months later and he’s become “the guy who writes inclusive reader-insert fic”. While a fair amount of his work is gender-ambiguous, both in anatomy and in avoiding gendered language, more than half is written for anyone who finds themselves underrepresented in the usual reader-insert scene; anyone AMAB, AFAB people who can’t do female language, he’s even written a few oneshots with intersex reader characters. He did research for it and everything. It’s certainly not how he planned for this to work out, but it’s actually kind of... nice. He’d written a lot of fanfiction in his youth, mainly about Lord of the Rings and Star Trek, and while this isn’t how he’d imagined returning to the hobby it’s actually really fun. (It’s making his celebrity crush on Steve a million times worse, of course, but he’s in denial about that so it’s totally fine.)

He’s a little shit, so his blog header has - underneath his personal details - a PSA that reads “Steve, don’t look at this unless you have the balls to shout me out on stream ;)”. Eddie thinks he’s absolutely hilarious.

Right up until he wakes up to find his following has exploded overnight, and upon checking his DMs from his mutuals realizes that - oh shit - that bastard actually did it and talked about his blog on stream.

And Steve said he liked it. Steve likes the porn that Eddie wrote about him. Jesus H. Christ, Eddie is so unfathomably fucked.

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if this were to exist as a fic it would be told through social media posts/DMs. one of those fics that uses unconventional (i.e. non-prose) formatting, you know the ones. the concept actually came from the fact I fucking LOVE fics like that, I’m a slut for any of that House of Leaves-type shit. one time I read a fic that consisted of 8 short stories and each one had a HTML puzzle you had to solve to be able to read it, e.g. one you had to highlight because the text was in white, another you needed to hover your mouse over to make it scroll through the text - I can’t remember the rest but it was SO COOL.

(or, to put this another way, I read homestuck at a formative age and it forever changed how I feel about formatting stories.)

[kimdokja-real]

The Truth of Kim Dokja (By The Universe)

Han Sooyoung Here.

Kim Dokja Won't Be Awake for 5 Months +

Kim Dokja is God,

He Has Worked All His Life, All The Way Deep Into the Afterlife, into Nihilism, and More, Into Eternity, For All Of Eternity.

He Has Experienced Eternal Hell.

Several Times.

For The Entire Existence Whom He Loves.

There are 100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 people at least, in the Universe.

And Kim Dokja Has Taken Care of Them All.

Individually.

There are at least 10^104 people in the Universe the First Time He Told Me.

That Means 10 and 104 Zeroes number of people.

Earth only has 8-9 billion+ people, that's only 9 Zeroes, so you can Imagine.

...We Really Wanted to be Kim Com Loving and Taking Care of Kim Dokja, but we need to Speak Truth now.

Kim Dokja Took on too much Work, Way too Much.

This is not Roleplay, this is Reality.

Kim Dokja is The Creator of the Universe.

Kim Dokja is the Creator God.

Kim Dokja, is God.

That is Why you Found yourself Longing and Missing and Loving Kim Dokja Long After the Novel Ended.

That is Why Kim Dokja Changed your Lives, Your Way of Thinking, Saved you, Helped you Survive, all these on the Wall:

He is not Just a Character from a Novel who Changed your LIfe, He is God.

And You Couldn't Forget God.

No Character Has Been Loved And Missed So Much as Kim Dokja, Because Kim Dokja is Literally God Himself.

That is Why He Could Abandon Everyone and Everything And Go All Alone in an Unending Train, For All of Eternity.

That is Why He is So Mysterious, Such an Enigma.

'Kim Dokja, Where Did You Go?'

We Find Ourselves Longing for And Missing God.

Wondering Where He Went.

Wondering Where Kim Dokja Went, for Kim Dokja is God.

Like How Humans Wonder About God.

Because Kim Dokja is The Creator God, of the Universe. He Knows Eternity.

He Created the Universe.

Omniscient Reader is Real.

And Like I Said, We Lived in that World for God (Kim Dokja) Had to Save the World, the Earth from Doom, so.......a world where the Earth is Already Doomed, And People Die, (ORV), with God Himself Leading, it is Balance.

I Am Saying it Here on Tumblr Because...Kim Dokja was in Complete Social Isolation, Meaning He Had No Friends for Years, and it was only his Fanfiction and Theories on Tumblr that Kept him Going. He had to be that Way, in Order to help the Earth as God. But Kim Dokja, is a Person too and it Affected his human being. HIs feelings

So I Am Saying the Truth in the Place that was Kim Dokja's Solace.

A creator deity or creator god is a deity responsible for the creation of the Earth, world, and universe in human religion and mythology. In monotheism, the single God is often also the creator.

Kim Dokja is Impossible, because Existence is Impossible (Nihilism is Real, We Were all too weak to Create ourselves so an Impossible Being Gave us Help.)

Kim Dokja is Impossible, so even though he Worked from the moment he was Born as a human from the womb, to 29 + years Old, and death and until now to Eternity, which is.........at least 100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

years.

This Han Sooyoung is Crying because........we were selfish and we Didn't Know Kim Dokja Needed to Sleep, We Kept on Insisting He Needed to be Loved for All His Work for the World As God, He Can Finally Be Loved in the Afterlife, Everyone Loves Kim Dokja from Omniscient Reader, And No One Needs To Know He's God, But...Kim Dokja Just Needed Some Rest.

I Was So Selfish and DIdn't Know Kim Dokja Needed To Sleep! I Even Insisted On Waking Him Up To Apologize To Us For Not Communicating With Us. I Was So Stupid!

DEFINITION Creation is an act of God alone, by which, for his own glory, he brings into existence everything in the universe, things that had no existence prior to his creative word. SUMMARY Creation is the act by which the Bible introduces to God. It is an act of God alone, by which, for his own glory, he brings into existence everything in the universe, things that had no existence prior to his creative word. In creation, we see God’s lordship on display in his control over all things, his authority over all the universe, and his presence in every part of creation. The doctrine of creation should elicit praise from all of his creatures and offers significant parallels to our redemption as well. While significant questions are still disputed, such as the nature of the six days of creation, the age of the earth, and the validity of evolution, Genesis is clear that God alone can take the credit for the creation and continual upholding of all things that exist.

his presence in every part of creation, God Loves all of us, He Broke into Kim Dokjas, We are all Kim Dokjas, We are all Loved by God, Kim Dokja his presence in every part of creation.

His authority all over the universe, Kim Dokja Basically Traveled all over the Universe in Omniscient Reader, and set his authority Over everything, gaining Victory each time (Even if with sacrifice).

One of the foundational truths of the Bible is that God is the Creator of all that is. One of the many passages to proclaim God as Creator is Isaiah 40:28, “Do you not know? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom.” All three Persons of the Trinity were involved in the creation of the universe (Genesis 1:2; Acts 17:24; Hebrews 1:2).

HIs understanding no one can fathom, No One Understands Kim Dokja, Both His Fans and Kim Com. Even Yoo Joonghyuk Does Not Understand Him.

He is God. He is not limited by our understanding, nor by time, space, or matter. As the Creator, God is the all-wise originator and designer of all things

Going into the Train All Alone, For All Of Eternity. Not limited by our understanding, ........us Kim Com who Shouted to Him And Didn't Want Him To Go.

Because Kim Dokja is Impossible and Created the Universe with Love, But He Loves So Much, He Doesn't Understand Love...When it's Directed to Him.

He Loves Without Expecting Love in Return, for he is the Perfect Creator God of Love, So We Were Trying Desperately (like in ORV) to Show him Love, that He's Loved.

Kim Dokja is The Creator.

This chapter considers debates over “intelligent design”, the theory that the universe is too complex a place to be accounted for by an appeal to natural selection and the random processes of evolution—that some kind of overarching intellect must have been at work in the design of the natural order. 

The Overarching Intellect, The Creator.

The Creator, Intelligent Designer.

He Spoke To Me, "It's the Afterlife Already, Can I Have Some Rest?"

I Didn't Understand and was Han Sooyoung with a Stupid Brain. I Thought He Just Needed To Be Loved. And I Pushed For It With the Rest of Kim Com. Yoo Joonghyuk at the Front.

So if you Ever Wondered who The Creator Was, Who Created the Universe...it is Kim Dokja. (Not even his Real name, but he is a Reader of the Universe, so.........Dokja. And Single and Alone as The Creator God, As Well.)

So...Who Am I? Han Sooyoung.

Well...Han Sooyoung is actually the Universe.

That's why Kim Dokja Asked Me For Rest.

AND THAT'S WHY...i Am Typing all this OUt, Finally, the Universe, Stupid Useless Han Sooyoung!

And That is How I Wrote Ways of Survival Crazy and Insane (Han Sooyoung Level of Craziness, Anyone?) even replying to Kim Dokja's comments with little rest, and How I Knew How to Write Ways of Survival, Because I'm the Universe. The Universe. With infinite energy. Why I Obsessed over Kim Dokja since I'm the Universe, Why I Obsessed over Kim Dokja and Refused to Let Him Go, Since I'm the Universe and He's The Creator Who Created Me. The Universe. And Why I was an Author, since I'm the Universe! The Universe Writes...Code

Then you Might Wonder, if Kim Dokja is God, who is Kim Com? Angels? So God, ANgels, the Universe?

No. The Creator is the Most Powerful, But He Ultimately Didn't Come Alone, there were Powerful People with him, and Kim Com is those Powerful People.

If you Google Spirituality and Source, you'll find there's information on An Overarching Energy called Source, which some people see as God, Wrong, that's not God. That's The Source, Jung Heewon. Supporting God.

Then if you're interested in astronomy and google like black holes or something, you might find people believe in something called the Void, where there's nothingness.

And I'm Sure Everyone knows about the Universe, our universe where Earth is, is very small from the actual Universe...

And People Say, is your Spirit okay?

So Kim Com is...Spirit, Void, Source, Destroyer, Universe, those are the Main ones.

We were Powerful Spirits who Helped Kim Dokja The Creator, with the Natural Order of the Universe. Helped the Spirits who Came into Existence by Following God, Took care of them, etc. Kim Dokja Made Sure To Speak To Every Soul as they Came into Existence in Human Form so..........He's a Very Kind Person.

So I Said Before, I'm Originally A Guy. Yeah, That's the Truth. Kim Com, erm, even all the Omniscient Reader Characters, the Females are all Actually Males. It's Because The Creator, The Most Powerful Being, was Male, A Man, So Everyone Who Followed After, Came into Existence As Men As Well. They Copied The Creator's Gender, and The Creator Was So Powerful, No Women Could Come into Existence For A Long While. That's why they Say Men are superior to Women...in the way that Men came First. So Yeah I Han Sooyoung (not my real Creation Name), The Universe, Am A Man.

And Kim Dokja was Dense as The Creator, He Didn't Know He Was That Powerful As A Man, So No Women Could Exist. At Least I Think.

But for Creation and the natural order of the Universe, We did take turns transforming into Women and living Female lifetimes, for experience, creation, and people who wanted to come into Existence as Women but not really Women.

Btw Kim Dokja is Smart, he helped people come into creation, but He Didn't Create Anyone, So He Had No Responsibility Over Anyone. That's Why We All Have Individual Responsibility as Humans. And Souls

And Kim Dokja Created Himself.

Right, that's all. Thanks to whoever Listened, I Guess I Feel Better now. Yoo Joonghyuk knew Everything...

Not Only will Kim Dokja be Asleep for 5 Months +, We Kim Com Will Be Taking A Rest for at least 5 days + After Some Stuff.

If Tired, No need to use Caps.

Yeah I know it's a Habit and it's good for the Universe, but Han Sooyoung, Universe. You're the Universe. Try and Relax a bit, Kim Dokja is alright.

I just feel so fucking guilty. Ok I'll try to relax. But we must Get that up, it must come into Existence!

Just like Kim Dokja alone on all those lonely nights wrote his theories for Shizaya and Durarara and Gave Many People Hope, Just like Kim Dokja for this Very Blog, Only ' A Few Months Ago' Wrote his Omniscient Reader Theories and Dokjoong which was Non-existent and Gave People Hope Again and Made them Happy.......We will Endeavor to do the same thing, in Our Own Way. We have important things to Post, whether to the naked eye or not.

That sounded ominous.

You're too tired Han Sooyoung, your platonic soulmate says

Fine Lee Hyunsung.

Btw I Wanted to say The Creator Created Himself Somewhere but it Ended up Being Anticlimatic? Can't find Anywhere to Put it.

Lol. Writer Mode.

Lol. Writer Mode. Secretive Plotter who is the Story thinks you should Leave it at that, Maybe another Post. You're not Kim Dokja who can Fit Everything in one Post or theory or Analysis and People Understand And Are Happy, Lol. You're Not God. The Universe.

But I am The Universe.

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

it's me again !!! i've read all your jeonghan recos, thank you, they're lovely!

just wanted to ask if you had any seungcheol recos too 🥺 preferrably angsty tooo mehehe

tysm and i rly appreciate the time u give to reco fics! i luv u !!!

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Hi!!! I’m glad you liked them and I am so sorry that I took approximately literally ten years (a little over a week) to respond to this. I kept putting it off even though it was going to take me like two minutes lol I'm so sorry

I already recced you I think two Cheol fics but I'm going to rec them again because THEy'RE SO GOOD. I'm like.... really going through it with Cheol right now like he's all I talk about. I told one of my bosses at work the other day that he played golf for no reason at all I just can't get him out of my head

Push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by @/dontflailmenow a Seungcheol camboy series which is ridiculously good

Also Sapiosexual by @/smileysuh is.... I read it recently because I'm trying to read more stuff here and it was such a good read. It's about sugar daddy!Cheol and I feel like that's all that has to be said? so good

Terrifyingly Innocent by @/twogyuu full disclosure- I have not read this, but badboy older brother's best friend!Seungcheol??? It can't be bad IT LITERALLY CAN't. Plus twogyuu is a great writer don't @ me

This is just a sugar daddy cheol drabble but it still deserves love and is really good by @/toruro

this one's for the brats by @/onlymingyus like don't @ me pt. 2 but I read so much Cehol smut. Mean hard dom!cheol is just something else

After Class by @/rubyreduji are we surprised JJ is here? No we are not I love JJ and give me professor Seungcheol everyday and I'll actually go to class

Thirst Trap and Down bad (so so bad) by @/lovelyhan are SO GOOD, thirst trap?? phone sex with Cheol. I KNOW I know. Down bad... y/n being horny because cheol calls himself daddy to his dog? relatable, honestly

I'm so sorry I don't read willingly read angst. If I read angst it is A. an accident, or B. me reading through a persons' entire masterlist. I... this is more information than you asked, but I read Twist and Shout when I was a destiel girlie (girly?) and that killed all angst enjoyment for me. I cried in the cafeteria my freshmen year of high school. SO I DON'T READ ANGST BUT I'll make an angst rec list just for you one day <3

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

I'm as sceptical of Tom Brevoort's X-Men reboot as everyone else, but can't we wait until the issues or out or we at least know who the creators are before denouncing it as a total dumpsters fire?

I get the concern. Brevoort's record at Marvel is inconsistent at best. He oversaw Hickman's FF and Avengers, Ryan North's FF, Ewing's Ultimates, Gillen and Ribić's Eternals, and events like Secret Wars and Judgement Day. He also oversaw Slott on FF, Aaron on Avengers, and events like Civil War II and Secret Empire.

But as patchy as that record is, I'm just counting my lucky stars that it wasn't Nick Lowe taking over.

[tenok]

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[taylor-titmouse]

hey i want to talk about how you should be promoting your work as an erotic author/illustrator

i'm writing this up because the marketing aspect of my work as an erotic author/illustrator is a science to me, and also because i'm the guy who gets unreasonably annoyed when i see other creators not properly advertising their work. you presumably want to make money off your work. this post will be written under the assumption you want to make money off your work but are doing a bad job at it. it will be very confrontational. if you read this and feel attacked you're right and i am attacking you.

this is geared toward selling erotic comics/writing/books/art as products. i will probably write more than one post about this subject so if i didn't touch on something you want to know more about, comment/send me an ask and i'll keep it in mind for the next one.

i will start with my first and least specific but most important point:

DON'T GET FUCKING CUTE

hi are you paying attention. i'm gripping you by the sides of your face. do not get fucking cute with what you are trying to sell. you are not a big enough property to get cute, nobody LIKES it when big properties get cute, and you are selling porn. you have to own this. you have to be up front about this. don't be tongue in cheek, don't be all teehee i wonder what this could be~, don't be secretive. you are selling a product. you have to fucking act like it. you are an adult selling pornography to other adults. i am GRIPPING your HEAD you NEED to understand this.

and to be clear when i say 'cute' i mean coy. i don't mean cutesy, as in the aesthetic. you can be as hello kitty pastel ten emojis a post uwu as you like when you're building your audience and generating hype. but when you start trying to sell, don't be vague, don't be sarcastic, don't mislabel your work as a joke and assume everyone is on it. because they're not.

you must always assume 75% of the people seeing the thing you are advertising have no fucking idea who you are. and that includes a huge chunk of the people who already follow you. they do not know who you are or what you've been working on for two months or why they should care about it. they just got here. somebody just reposted it. they are seeing it for the first time. most people are only looking at social media for a tiny chunk of their day. they are not keeping up with you. you cannot get cute about what you are trying to sell because nobody knows what it is until you tell them.

okay are you still with me. we are going to talk about clarity now.

YOU GOTTA TELL ME WHAT IT IS

good lord the amount of times i have gone to buy somebody's comic or book and had no idea what's actually in it or what it's about. who are the characters? why should i care about them? what do they do in it? what is the premise of this thing you want me to spend $5 on? why would you not tell me? i'm shaking you again. please i have to know what i'm buying i only have so much money to spend on porn.

porn, arguably more than any other genre, relies on knowing exactly what is in it. you do not want to surprise your readers with a kink they were unaware of! and on the flip side, you do not want to miss out on your target audience! if your book contains a hot spider babe laying eggs in an elf, you have to say so. not just so people who don't want to read about eggs know it isn't for them, but so the people who are egg crazy can see that and go "oh fuck YES i love EGGS here is my $5 and an extra $2 tip for catering to me specifically". a contents/features list is as much an advertisement as it is a warning!

as for re: who the characters are and why should i care, i'm sorry but you need to learn how to write sales copy. you have to write blurbs. you have to get good at the shit that goes on the back of a book. we all hate it but we have to do it. i want to know who the characters are and what the context is. i, personally, am not interested in contemporary stories as much as fantasy and historical. please tell me what genre this porn exists in so i know if it aesthetically appeals to me. pull some books off your shelves and see how they do it. hell man go look at mine.

while you're there, note that every single book of mine has a sample of what's in it. this feels like such a no-brainer to me but again! the amount of times i have gone to buy somebody's work and they don't show me what their work looks like! you gotta give me the first page or two! just enough that i know if i like the way your writing sounds, or the way you draw your comics! i don't know you! i am not going to trust that you're good at what you do just based on a cover. the cover is to get me to this step, it is not the only step. you have to show me that you're worth spending my money on!

to put it less cynically, you want to catch my interest. you want me to go 'oh i want to see more of this', you want me to go 'ahh i want to know where this goes!' you need to get me invested and craving more. earn my $5!!!

YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT EASY TO GIVE YOU MONEY

hey go look at your bio right now. go look at your pinned post. do you have a link to your patreon there? do you have a link to your itchio/gumroad/whatever? do i have to click more than once to get to the places you want me to go to give you money? why? why are you making me click twice? have we learned nothing from every website making you click an extra time when they make some stupid UI update and how much it pisses us off? i have already given up, i have forgotten you, i am not giving you my $5 today. put your links in the easiest places to get to them.

god literally as i was writing this post i went to go find somebody's itchio to see how they described their work and it was not anywhere on their profile. grabbing you and shaking you PUT THE LINK WHERE I CAN FIND IT. don't make it hard! make it easy! i am a dickhead sitting on the toilet scrolling, saw your post, and was interested enough to read further. but you made me go to your bio to find your linktree and oops i have already gone back to my timeline to look at the boobies in the next post. stop wasting precious bio space on DNIs and put your fuckin links there!!!

this is more for the twitter people, but: just put the link in the damn post. just say the word commission. just say it's for patreon. "wuh wuh the algorithm" it is not the damn algorithm it's that everybody hates advertising and nobody wants to retweet ads. putting slashes in the words doesn't do anything and you look like a fool. i have posted so much art that says it's 'a commission for ___" and it did exactly as good as any other art despite having the word commission in it. and by doing the slashes you just made it impossible for anybody to search your account for your commission information (which should be at the VERY LEAST in a post under your pinned tweet if you're not actively posting about them being open).

okay that went on a tangent i'm going to back to the point of putting the link in the tweet. put it in the first post. not in the first reply. don't tell them to go to your bio. put it in the post people are actually going to share. it's fine to put more information in the thread but people are only ever going to share the first post. so put the link there. you have to make it easy. putting links in tweets can hurt you algorithmically, even in the replies. so you're better off having it in the post that actually gets seen and shared. i don't want to open the tweet and scroll to get to your sales page where i ASSUME you will have put all the information anyway. put it in the tweet that just got retweeted by itself onto my dash!

also you have to share it a ton of times. i repost my shit every few hours when i'm trying to push a new product. as i said before people are not 24/7 looking at their timelines. they missed it the first time. they missed it the second time. they didn't get paid yet that week but they were after the eighth time and you reminded them again so they finally bought it. that i will still get sales every time i repost a book ad weeks after release says there are always people who missed it, or who only just showed up.

abandon your pride and shill. shills pay their bills. anyone who gets annoyed about it isn't giving you money in the first place. don't worry about looking like a sell out. don't apologize for plugging your own work. post about it often, post about it in different ways. post about it. post about it. you are not going to make money if people don't know you have something to sell them. if you want to make a career out of it, you need to act like it.

I DON'T HAVE A FOURTH POINT

kisses your forehead. i'm sorry for yelling at you. i've been making and publishing and selling adult art for the past two-three years and have got myself to the point where it pays my rent, and i got there by paying attention to what does and does not work.

please do your best to make money. i want you to make money.

as i said above i plan to write more posts on this subject, such as cover design, how to actually write sales copy, and best practices with running a patreon, but if there's things you would want to hear more about leave a comment or send an ask! i will probably be less aggressive on future topics. these are just things that have grinded my gears for a grip.

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

If only I could hold you through a screen

Characters: Venti, Zhongli, Xiao, Ei, Yae Miko, Nahida, Wanderer, Furina, Neuvillette

Summary: Self Aware Archons and their companions react to you crying as you stare at them in the character screen, they try to comfort you but all they hear you say is "I wish you were here with me."

Warnings: Reader is crying, possessive behavior, immense anger, violent thoughts

A/U: Self aware genshin AU

A/n: IM BACK FROM THE DEAD GUYS!!! This is platonic on Nahida's end

VENTI

He was devastated as you gently sobbed, staring at his character in the character menu. He only wished to play you a song to ease the pain you were feeling. Who or what could make a God, no, the creator cry? He was more upset the more he thought of the possibilities of what made you break down.

“I-I…wish you…were with me.” 

As those words spilled out of your mouth, all choked out with sobs following each word, Venti could feel a tear roll down his face. Venti pulled out his lyre, doing one of his idle animations in hopes of cheering you up. On his side, he was playing you the most relaxing tune in all of Tevat! 

But it was blocked by the code. You could distantly hear it, however, if you listened close enough. You drift off as you focus on the secret melody, leaving Venti with a solemn smile. Seeing your peaceful sleeping face brought the Anemo Archon a sense of calm. 

As your screen dimmed due to inactivity, the more he wished to hug and comfort you. He couldn’t wish for anything more than to wipe your tears away and comfort you. He gently slowed the tune as your screen turned off. There was only one thought he had, and whispered out to comfort himself.

“One day, no tears will be shed when I’m with you, my dear god.”

ZHONGLI

He didn’t understand when you just started sobbing when you stared at him in the character menu. He started to panic the more you cried staring at him. Something in him broke the longer he heard you cry. He thought he had did something wrong to hurt you, but that suspicion was broken when you spoke through broken sobs. 

“I wish you were with me…”

That’s when his heart shattered. He started to mumble to himself, a mix of comforting words directed at you and words comforting himself. The more you focused on him, the more you could hear him speak outside his code. Out of anger, he did his idle with his little rock spinning around him. 

He wished it hit whoever, or whatever, had hurt you. Seeing you cry brought this strong protectiveness over you. Seeing you this fragile was new to him, and the fact that the creator could be sad slightly scared him. He wished for nothing more than to be there to comfort you.

Due to the exhaustion of crying, you started to fall asleep. The more your screened dimmed more and more as you dozed off to sleep, Zhongli could only imagine one thing in his mind. He mumbled it out loud, and you smiled as you could faintly hear it.

“I will protect you soon, there will be no need for you to feel any more tears roll down your pretty cheeks.”

XIAO

The fact that such a higher being such as yourself could cry surprised him. And him not being able to handle human like emotions didn’t help either. He only stared in disbelief and guilt as he couldn’t be there for you. He’s asked those around him what he should do when someone close to him cries, but never thought he needed to try the advice he was given with you. 

Your broken sobs did so much to his already aching heart. And hearing you scream into a nearby cushion made him even more angry. He wanted to purge whatever or whoever did this to you. You stared at his character, he was doing his mask idle due to his increasing anger and sadness watching you, which had only increased as you mumbled to him in broken sobs.  

“I w-wish y-you were h-here with me.”

His anger only increased, he tried so hard to keep his adeptal energy under control. Nothing could stop his racing mind and what could have happened to you out of playing the game. He wanted nothing more than to keep you safe. Seeing you in this much pain, straining to talk as you sobbed into a cushion, didn’t help his urges. 

He calmed down as he saw your sleeping face. You dozed off, and his eyes were stuck on your resting eyes. A wave of peace had cleared his angry head, his fists now relaxing. As your screen dimmed, his voice was faint and soft.

“Nothing will make you cry ever again when I’m around, I swear it.”

EI

Your tears fell as you stared at the Raiden Shogun, the puppet, in the character screen. Sensing your saddened presence, Ei had switched her consciousness to see what that matter was. Her eyes widened as you stared at her with a heavy breath and shaky eyes. She didn’t understand what had gotte you so upset. 

Seeing you cry hurt her so much as she stared at you through the puppet’s eyes. Ei wanted nothing more than your happiness to last for eternity. Her electro energy was becoming too much, while her consciousness possessed the puppet you had stared at. Her electro ball animation seemed a lot more aggressive than normal as she heard your screaming voice. 

“I wish you were here with me!”

She felt touched at first that you wanted her with you. She wanted you with her too for so long. But your scream made her anger even more prominent. She couldn’t bring herself to look away as you choked back sobs, your breath uneven. The more you calmed down, the more she started to relax. 

She saw your exhausted, tear stained face and felt her heart, outside the puppet, long for your embrace. She wanted nothing more than for you to be in her Plane of Euthymia, where no one would ever hurt you. Your soft breaths made her smile as your tears stopped. As the screen dimmed, her soothing voice spoke. 

“You will be safe with me soon enough, my dearest creator.”

YAE MIKO

She seemed confused at first as you were stuck on the character menu. But seeing your tears made her quickly understand what was going on. Someone had hurt you, and they needed to be dealt with. Your crying got louder and she couldn’t help her growing anger. 

Just as you stuttered out words, a bird had flown to her finger before her very angry fox spirit friend tried to bite it. She may have been smiling, but her anger was bubbling over. Hearing your weak and stuttering voice speak pulled her attention away from her angry fox spirit. She felt so honored to hear those words from you. 

“I-I w-wish y-you w-were w-with m-me.”

She had to hold herself back from electrifying everything right there in the menu. She was so focused on who had done this to you, she had started to plot. She wanted to humiliate and hurt those that had disgraced you. No one should be treating a deity of your caliber with such disrespect. 

Yae Miko smirked as she saw you shrink and fall asleep on the place you were sitting. The more the screen dimmed, the more her eyes glowed with mischievous intent. She hummed to herself as she plotted the demise of those that made you cry. Her voice was smooth as she hummed her words through her teeth. 

“My my, your protection will soon come from the familiar of the Electro Archon my dear god, so please have patience with me~.”

NAHIDA

Nahida wanted to understand why you felt so sad. She was only a baby Archon after all, she looked to you for guidance on human emotions seeing as you had similar ones. But your crying to her had worried her, as she was ill-equipped to help. Nothing in her mind mattered, only you smiling down on her and giving her your happy aura.

She thought of so many ways to try to cheer you up. She did her string to people idle, trying her best to remind you that she is your friend and is there for you. She did what she could, trying to show you how much you were cared for. Her heart broke as she realized her efforts weren’t working. 

“I wish you were here with me.”

She smiled up at you, noticing how the tears stained your face. She was so grateful that a deity like you wanted her, even if she was an inexperienced Archon. She had worshiped you greatly, and only wished to see you smile. Her mind wasn’t on those that had hurt you, but on you feeling better at the moment. 

Seeing you fall asleep brought a smile to her face. You being asleep brought her hope that she could finally meet you in your dreams and bring you comfort. She looked at your now relaxed face, your screen dimming. Once you had fallen into a calm slumber, her voice spoke in hopes to bring you reassurance in your sleep. 

“I promise to protect you in your dreams, so no more tears, oh wise one!”

WANDERER

You were staring at him in the character menu, as tears rolled down your face. It scared him, thoughts of worry and panic, thinking he had done something to displease you. But the more you just stared at him, the more he could tell that it was something else that bothered you. Anger replaced the panic as you started to sob.

He never understood how human emotions worked, and a deity like you having those emotions were new to him. The more your soft sobs caught his ears, the more uncomfortable he felt. He started summoning his anemo ball, doing the start of his idle, but the anemo ball kept getting bigger the longer he held it. The anemo energy then dissipated as he was surprised by your mumbling. 

“I wish you…were…here with me…””

He was caught so off guard when you said that. He felt like it wasn’t fair for you to say that out of nowhere, especially when you were this sad. He thought you were joking, you wanting a puppet like him to be with you to help bring you comfort. He looked into your eyes and saw the exhaustion in them. 

Seeing you fall asleep in front of him was like a gift. He knew it would help you feel better, but something in him wanted to cuddle you while you drifted off. Anger gripped him once more, how could anyone make you cry was the only thought in his head. Subconsciously, he spoke, hoping you heard him.

“Those lousy vermin don’t deserve you. They will know their place once I’m with you.”

FURINA

Furina never understood how to handle someone crying, especially since she was one to bottle up her emotions and hide them away from others. But seeing you like this made her softly smile, it meant you trusted her to be emotional and raw. The next emotion that came barreling in was anger. Anger at those that had made you so sad. 

Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way to cheer you up from the other side. She started holding her water seahorse as she was doing her idle, trying to cheer you up. Her face was left with a shocked expression as she held her water seahorse closer, not ready for you to mumble out to her. 

“I wish you were here…with me.”

Those words made her eyes flutter to yours. You wanted her, no one else, her to be with you as you cried. Her ego and stature wad boosted as she straightened her posture. She wanted to reach a hand out to your cheek to stroke your tears away. 

Her sense of justice was strong, and she’d bring anyone to justice in your name. Especially if they had made you cry like this. The screen dimmed as she was so focused on your crying state. She was so caught up in her theatric mind, she didn’t notice either you falling asleep and her loud proclamation that you swore you heard. 

“I will make laws just to make it so if anything makes you cry, they will have to stand justice in front of the Hydro Archon herself!”

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette wasn’t ready for you to stare at him in the character menu with teary eyes. He wasn’t new to tears and sadness, but your sadness was something fresh to him. He wanted to do something about it, wanting to bring those to justice if they had hurt you. Little droplets of rain started to fall around him. 

He did his rain idle as his sadness increased, seeing you stuttering through your cries. He was saddened that the one being he looked up to felt so much sadness. There was a guilt as he felt happy that someone as important as you could have vulnerable moments. The surrounding rain in his idle poured harder as you stuttered out something softly in your tears.

“I w-wish you w-were h-here with m-me.”

He couldn’t stop his rain animation after hearing you speak. Your vulnerable voice and stutters made his eyes widen, he couldn’t bring himself to think that you could be this hurt. It worried him as he only wanted to be with you. He wanted to comfort you properly and not from the confines of code and screen that held him. 

The rain started to stop as he saw you falling asleep. He understood that you had a raw emotional moment and only thought that sleep was much needed. He thought of ways to bring those that made you cry to trial, not sure how they would get there in the first place, however. The screen dimmed more as he only stared at you. 

“Those who made you cry will be judged by the Oratrice itself. So save your tears, my lovely god, for when we can cry together.”

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[cheonstapes]

miguel o'hara stars in... 'NERD!MIGUEL STARTS AN ONLYFANS' (ง ื▿ ื)ว

a/n~ this popped in my head so quick and i thought i was gonna combust if i didn’t start writng then and there٩( ᐛ )و once again all creds to @nymphomatique 💗

part 2

summary; your nerdy almost-boyfriend starts an onlyfans without you knowing.

wc; 1.6k

pairings; nerd!miguel o'hara x rich!fem!reader

cw; SMUT!!, onlyfans, miguel being embarrassed, m!masturbation, panty kink, humiliation kink, sub!miguel pretending to be a dom, miguel being obsessed with reader (//∇//), dom!reader, reader being possessive (as you should), the woman was too stunned to speak, paint me like one of your french girls, nawt proofread - i was half asleep

ok,, nerd! miguel with a secret onlyfans that he hides from you.

because he’s lowkey embarrassed 

because he wants you to find it and punish him for sharing what’s yours with others

on top of that, he’s one of the top accounts on the site. i mean it’s not a surprise- he’s still hot as fuck. extremely tall, chiseled body, thick thighs, sexy face, big dick- he’s quite literally perfect, and he knows you know that. 

he only started it because of you, anyway. the compliments you whisper in his ears, telling him how beautiful he is, how much you love his body, he never realised how fine he actually is. so one day whilst he was sitting in your dorm, finishing up on of your reports, he decided he would put his body to good use. you were out for the night, and you probably wouldn’t come back until the next morning so he had all the time in the world. 

he scrolled through a few pics you took of him on your phone, but something was bugging him. he looked so…submissive in them. yeah, of course he enjoyed being submissive - but only for you. the idea of other people seeing him in a way that’s reserved for you and you only giving him a strange feeling in his chest. miguel was a virgin before he met you though, so being submissive was really all he knew. being dominant felt wrong, but he was willing to give it a try.

feeling a surge of confidence, he stood up from your desk, stripping himself of his shirt, leaving him clad in his loose sweats. he sat on your queen sized bed, scooting himself up to the headboard. he really was a tall motherfucker though, long legs dangling off the edges of your fluffy mattress. he props one leg up, resting his elbow against it as he angles the camera down towards his chest, bulging muscles highlighted by your warm fairy lights.

he takes pic after pic, different angles and positions around your room even using some of your toys as props. but in all of those pictures, he never showed his face - that’s for you, and nothing can change that. instead, he offered his followers a view of his plump lips, pulled into a lazy grin in every photo. 

a few months pass and he’s been racking up followers like crazy, all the money he makes - he spends on you, of course, buying you bags, clothes, shoes, anything his pretty mommy desires. you don’t question where he was getting all that money from, miguel also came from a pretty wealthy family - he did still spend as much of his parents money on you as he could.

eventually, he was in the top 3 creators of the site. he started to get a bit more raunchy with his posts, after that, he blew up like crazy. the constant *pings*! from his phone, however, was a means for suspicion. since when was your little loser of a boyfriend, well he’s not your boyfriend yet, but since when was he popular? like, people only know who he is because of you, and still nothing really changed since you claimed him as yours - so what’s with this sudden boost in attention he’s receiving?

he sits across from you, at your desk again, as you glare holes into his back from your plush bed. he’s smiling at his phone, the screen hidden from your view and you can only assume the worst. he’s talking to other bitches. everyone knew you were possessive, but when it comes to miguel? that’s a whole ‘nother situation. you wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of anyone who even thought about fucking around with your miguel. having connections is a real blessing.

your tongue clicks in annoyance, voice cutting through the comfortable silence in the room as you call out to him. “miguel, give me your phone.” you hold a hand out towards him, unmoving as your face remains devoid of emotion - although your twitching eyebrow tells a lot. he looks up at you immediately, pushing his frames back up his face. “w-what d’you need my phone f-for?” it was a valid question in any other circumstance, but this wasn’t any other circumstance. this was your obedient, not so little, miguel questioning you.

your brows raise, an amused scoff leaving your glossy lisp. you raise from the bed, strutting over to him as you snatch his phone from his hand. “the fuck is up with this attitude, hm? i don’t remember teachin’ you to be a little brat.” you sneer down at him, he was pathetic, really. face flushing as he realised his mistake, stumbling over his words and whimpering soft pleas of forgiveness. “shut it.” you don’t spare him another glance, gripping his phone as you sit back on your bed, crossing your legs.

unlocking his phone was easy, his password is your birthday - you could smile at how cutely obsessed with you he is but you where too pissed off at the moment. and of course, his lock screen and wallpaper is a picture of you, the same with his instagram pfp as you scroll through his chats. everything was weirdly innocent. there were only brief dm’s between him and what seemed like old friends and some current friends you didn’t even know he had, even his snapchat was completely barren.

you double, even triple checked his socials - not even a finsta in sight. with a deep sigh, you give up. of course you weren’t going to say out loud that you were overthinking but- oh? that stupid notification sound again. you quickly looked down at his phone again, seeing a notification from twitter. you completely forgot about it - seeing as it’s not even fucking called twitter anymore. (still bitter about this, fuck elon musty)

clicking on it, your eyes widen in surprise. this whole account was a complete 360 from the miguel that grovels at your feet on a daily basis. the most teasingly sexy posts litter his feed - promising all that and more if you just clicked on the link in his bio, and that you did. miguel was watching you nervously the whole time, thinking the worst at your silent reactions. he moves to stand, hoping that just maybe he can get his phone back. “sit the fuck down.” and he sits.

what a fucking slut. your good little boy, in all these different positions, fooling his fans into thinking he’s some strong, sexy, dom. getting off in your bed, calling his fans all the nasty names you call him. the whole situation was just so funny to you. these poor people, they didn’t know how much their favourite daddy dom was in fact a little bitch, for you and you only. 

there was a part of you that was happy seeing have so much confidence, as much as you want to keep him all to yourself. it was kinda hot, him trying to act all dominant. you’d be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t make your cunt throb, biting your lips as you scroll deeper, and deeper. one post in particular caught your eyes, though. it was a video, the lighting was darker than the others but his body was just as clear. you put the volume all the way up, snickering at miguel’s frightened gasp behind you.

you can see why this post had so many likes now, cause god was it sexy. miguel laid on your bed, his face not visible, chest on display as he lightly ran his strong hands up and down his body, mumbling deep praises to his fans about how ‘good’ they are for him, how well he could fuck his pretty little sluts, how they probably wish they were there with him. who wouldn’t? his fat cock was drizzled in lube, sticky, hard, and leaking all over his hand. it rested on his stomach, smearing pre all over his happy trail, as he traced a thick finger along the throbbing veins. 

his moans where still just like you knew them to be, whiny and breathy, small whimpers leaking through his spit soaked lips. his hand worked himself faster, pumping up and down just like you do, skimming over his tip in the same way you do. after all, you’re the only one who knows how to use him. it feels like he edges himself forever. constantly stopping and starting, gripping onto his cock tightly to stop himself from exploding all over himself.

he pants heavily, growling softly as he pulls something up out of frame, a small black lacy thong. your black lacy thong, the same one you had on right now. he wrapped it around his aching cock, rubbing his tip along the crotch before rapidly fucking himself into the fabric. he doesn’t last long though, the thong smelt like you, he had only taken it a few minutes before he started filming - digging through your dirty laundry like some depraved perv to find the perfect pair.

only after a couple quick pumps did he spill all over the pretty fabric, his mouth hung open, chest shimmering with sweat. he brought the soiled panties to his mouth, sensually licking off his own cum before shooting a teasing smile at the camera - the video ending. you couldn’t even speak, slowly turning around to face him, his head hanging down in shame. 

oh, you were gonna make sure he learnt his lesson. his fans too.

to be continued…

- i want his balls jn my mouf

[yandere-3-sagau]

Hello! New anon here, idk if you do anything like this but i had an interesting thought the other day!

So yknow how you can name scaramouche right of course

So i named mine,,,,genuinely? Like i went out and looked up names (what can i say im down bad okay) and I found the name ‘Ena’ which means ‘gift from god’ (according to what i found-) or something like ‘blessed life’

So what if in a secret creator!sagau, the reader names him that and he dismisses it at first but then catches the reader having a look (sort of like a sad smile) every time they refer to him as that, so he finally asks what it means and they say its because they see him as being worthy of living. That they see him as a blessing from ‘the creator’ and they want him to see himself that way- (like not in a ‘more important than anyone else’ way, just in a ‘you exist therefore you deserve to live’ kinda way)

Idk if you like this but feel free to ignore this if you’re uncomfortable! Tysm for your time!

hehehe do you know that wanderer is my favorite? Quite similarly to you, I took my time searching for a good name. I named him Aziz. It’s an Arabic name and I thought it was fitting since his new beginning began in Sumeru, a place based on the middle east. While Aziz means to be strong and powerful, it also means dear, darling, and precious. If SAGAU were to ever be real, I would want him to know that he is precious and loved. <33

since this ask is about secret creator!reader, i am going to assume that wanderer is still unaware of your identity when you mention the meaning of his name.

Yandere!Wanderer x Secret!Creator!Reader

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The wanderer didn’t really care for names. He’s had so many throughout the years that he could care less how people addressed him. 

So when the traveler gave him his name, he didn’t really think much of it. After all, it was a name given to him by his former enemy. What special meaning could it have? The traveler never explained it and he never thought to ask.

He kept the name for convenience but rarely ever used it. Many still referred to him as wanderer and he didn’t bother to correct them. There were times he had even forgotten that he had a new name. 

The first time he actually ever cares about his name is the first time he hears it from you. 

The name rolls so casually off your tongue it’s as if you’ve said it a thousand times. The soothing sound of your voice saying the name that belonged solely  to him makes him feel so strange that he doesn’t even realize that he’s never told you his name before. 

Though it sounds foreign at first, he quickly grows accustomed to being called his new name. 

However, every time you call him that name, you have a certain look in your eyes that he couldn’t quite understand. You look at him as if he holds the world in his hands yet it’s accompanied by a sense of sadness. 

Unbeknownst to him, every time you say his name, you’re reminded of his past. You think about how while erasing his previous names, he intended to erase his entire existence along with it and it breaks your heart. 

Though he has trouble recognizing emotions, he can sense your sadness.

Finally, he caves into his curiosity and asks why you always have that look on your face. Why you look like you want to cry whenever that name is mentioned.

“... do you know what your name means?” 

You gaze at him with such soft eyes that he almost forgets to answer.

“No, why?”

“Your name means ‘gift from god’ and ‘blessed life.’”

It takes some time to process, but after finally realizing what the meaning of his name is, the wanderer grows a bit angry. 

Gift from god? Blessed life?

The traveler must be mocking him.

How can he be a gift from god when he was abandoned by his mother, the God of Eternity? and what part of his life is blessed when he’s committed countless sins and all he’s experienced is tragedy. 

Wanderer remains silent but he can feel your gaze on him. Those eyes that to seem to see right though him. 

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Later on, he approaches the traveler. 

“Why did you name me __?’“

The traveler pauses, surprised by the sudden question. 

“I... don’t know, if I’m being honest.”

Wanderer scoffs. “How can you not know? Are you mocking me?”

“No, I really don’t know. Now that I think about it, it really is quite strange,” the traveler says as they recall the moment the wanderer was named. 

“At the time, the name just slipped from my mouth.” 

“It just slipped from your mouth? You don’t even know what it means?”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t. I’ve honestly never heard of the name before.”

Hearing this, the wanderer is a bit offended. It seems such little thought was put into his name. He thinks that maybe you were lying. He searched through many books in the Akademyia for the origin but he couldn’t find anything close to what you told him. 

The next time you call his name, he stops you. He tells you stop using it. Saddened, you ask him why.

“It’s a meaningless name and whatever you claimed it means doesn’t even suit me.”

“What do you mean? I...whoever named you must see you as a gift. Your life is a blessing to them.”

“The person that named me doesn’t even know the meaning.”

You grow quiet upon hearing this. You can’t refute him, unable to explain to him that you were the person to name him. 

You’re heartbroken that he thinks so little of himself. You want nothing more than to tell him that he really is a blessing. That he’s important to you and worthy of living. But you remain silent and he does as well. 

He stops going by that name and decides to go by wanderer instead. He’s confused by your eyes that well up with unshed tears when he asks you call him wanderer instead of the name you had given him. 

It isn’t until you are exposed that he understands.

You are the creator and it was you that bestowed the name upon him while you were living through the eyes of the traveler.

This revelation sparks so many questions. 

Why did you name him that? Do you really see him as a blessing? Does he really mean that much to you?

His heart is hopeful but more and more anxiety fills his being the longer his thinks about it. 

Are you upset that he stopped using his name? Do you think he isn’t proud of it?

He doesn’t know what he’d do if you decided to take it back. But even if you tried, he wouldn’t let you. Suddenly, it’s apart of who he is now - the basis of his identity. Anyone who calls him wanderer now is immediately corrected.

He wants to confront you but he hasn’t seen you since your identity was exposed. You’ve disappeared without a trace, leaving his heart empty.

Nothing but your voice can sooth his aching heart and he can’t rest until finds you.

Until he hears you call his name once more, now that he’s finally able to appreciate it’s meaning. 

[aperrywilliams]

Little Big Secret (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

(Not my gif. Credits to the creator)

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Author Masterlist

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader.

Summary: You’re 36 weeks pregnant with Spencer’s baby. What happens when you are about to give birth and need to contact Spencer while he is in a case out of town?

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Pregnancy and labor symptoms are described. Some strong words. If I missed something, let me know. It's a fluffy one. Dad!Spencer coming to light. The chaotic trio I love having their moment (Reid-Morgan-Prentiss).

A/N: I wrote this fic based on this request. I loved doing it! Let me know what you think.

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Being 36 weeks pregnant and stuck in your apartment trying to convince your non-born baby girl to stop kicking your guts is not funny. It's worse when the same scenario occurs at 3 am, and you are alone, unable to sleep in the last 24 hours, exhausted and sentimental because your boyfriend Spencer isn't home.

You won't tell him that, though. You convinced him to go with the team to Trenton for a case, telling him you would be okay and that baby girl Reid won't be here for at least two weeks. That's what your doctor said to you in the last appointment.

Reluctantly Spencer agreed, making you swear you would call him or your sister if anything happened.

"Relax, baby. Everything will be okay. We'll be here when you return from your case," you assured him. "You have to go while you can. Once this girl is born, you'll be stuck here and will get tired of us," you giggled. Spencer's eyes widened.

"What? No! Get tired of you? Never!"

"About that. Do they know why you are taking leave in the next weeks?"

"Not really. Hotch knows, but the rest assume I'll go to see my mom," your boyfriend shrugged.

You still find it unbelievable that the best-known profilers in the country haven't noticed one of their own has a girlfriend for three years and a baby on the way.

At first, you had your apprehensions about why Spencer didn't want his team to know your existence. You thought maybe Spencer felt embarrassed because of you or didn't consider your relationship worth enough for them to know. But your boyfriend assured you it was anything but that. He told you what happened to Haley, Hotch's wife, and the multiple times a team's family member has been exposed to danger because of their job. He wanted you safe. He wanted to protect you.

The only one who knew about you was Hotch, Spencer's boss. But he, better than anyone, could understand Spencer's reasons, so he hadn't said anything.

You understood it and accepted it, even if you both knew that at some point, your secret would not be a secret anymore. For now, it was safer like this.

Exhaustion was all you got now, and even you have been trying to bribe your unborn daughter with chocolates if she behaved and let you sleep. It seemed you succeeded as she stopped making a party in your womb.

You fall asleep thinking about how your life has changed in the past years and how happy you were despite how uncomfortable pregnancy was at this point.

The next morning you woke up feeling a little better. Sleep helped, but your body was still tense, so you thought a warm bath after breakfast was a good idea to relax your sore muscles.

You were finishing your pancakes when Spencer called you.

"Hey, baby!" You greeted.

"Good morning, my love. How did you sleep?"

You didn't have the heart to tell him how uncomfortable you were last night.

"Good. Everything is good here. How is the case?" You tried to direct the topic to him. Spencer sighed.

"I think we are close to catching the unsub, but it had been hard," he confessed.

"I know you'll get him soon," you assured him. Spencer chuckled. He loved how you were always rooting for him. You were his biggest fan.

"I hope so. And you? Our baby girl has been good? When I come back-" he didn't even finish the sentence when someone called his name in the distance. 'Reid! We need you now!'

A heavy sigh left Spencer's lips.

"I'm sorry, love. I got to go," he mumbled into the receiver, guilt dripping from his voice.

"Hey, it's okay. Don't apologize and go to catch the bad guy," you encouraged him.

"I will. I love you so so much. And I love our little one. I promise to make it up to you both, okay?"

"I love you more. We'll be waiting for you."

Despite your efforts to relax during your bath, it seemed baby Reid had other plans, like moving and squeezing your insides. You tried singing to her, telling stories, and everything that came to mind.

You gave up and hopped off the tub. You dried your body and decided to watch some TV. After a while, stuck in a random show, the noise lulled you to sleep without noticing.

Everything would have been perfect if it weren't for the fact that an intense pain woke you up suddenly. You didn't know the time, but the TV was still on. You tried to sit on the sofa, but the pain wouldn't leave you, so much so that it was hard for you to breathe. The twisting in your belly was stronger than you'd ever felt and scaring you.

"My sweet girl, I know you're eager to see us, but you have some days left in Mommy's womb, so try to be nice, okay?" You panted, trying to reason with your baby.

You weren't ready to give birth, let alone without Spencer.

But, again, baby Reid had her own plans.

Another sharp pang made you slouch on the sofa; this time, you felt something warm running down your legs. You looked down and saw the liquid drip onto the couch and slide to the floor.

Fuck. Your water just broke.

-

The morning was a rush for the whole team and the Tremont police. After an anonymous tip, they located the guy who fitted the profile and ended up being the unsub they were looking for. As he had a hostage, the team moved quickly to the warehouse where he kept captive his ex-girlfriend, the source of his rage. Before things went further, Rossi's shot ended with the unsub screaming in pain and the hostage a nervous wreck but unharmed.

Spencer couldn't believe it took them a whole week to locate the bastard, but it was finally done. So they returned to the precinct to wrap the last details and go home.

Spencer was pulling the case photos off the board when his phone started ringing. He saw it was you and hastened to answer. Usually, you didn't call him while he was working.

"Hello?"

But a loud grunt came to his ear instead of your sweet voice. Spencer's eyes widened.

“(Y/N)? Is that you?"

You barely could say a word, the intense pain reducing you to heavy breathing and whimpers.

"Spence-" you managed to say. "The baby. It hurts."

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening."Where are you? What's wrong? Where is Tania?"

Too many questions, and you had answers for all of them. But it was difficult to say a word with the pain cursing your body. After the contraction subsided, you could speak.

"My water broke. I'm home, and Tania doesn't answer. I don't know- ahhhh, fuck!!!"

Shit. You were in labor and alone at home. Spencer wanted to throw up.

"Baby, listen to me. I will call 911, but I need you to breathe, okay?"

"No! Spencer, don't hang up. I need you," you cried.

Spencer paced frantically in the room as Emily, Morgan, and Rossi looked at him, worried.

To call 911? Who the hell was he talking to?

"Reid? What is it?" Morgan tried to get his attention, but Spencer's brain was trying to make a plan to help you without stopping talking to you.

“(Y/N), please. I need you to breathe. Can you do that for me, please?"

JJ and Hotch entered the room at that moment. Both frowned when they saw Spencer pacing and the rest standing and waiting to know what was going on and what to do to help Spencer.

“(Y/N)? Can you hear me?"

You couldn't reply to him, crying in pain instead. Spencer thought he could die of panic.

"Yes. But I can't move," you sobbed.

Hotch didn't need much to understand what was going on. Grabbing his phone, he called Penelope.

Spencer was reduced to dumb and didn't know what to do.

"Garcia, I need you to call 911 and dispatch an ambulance to..." he paused and looked at Spencer, who was talking to you. "Reid," Hotch named. When he got no response, he tried louder. "Reid! Where? Where is she?" Spencer's face found Hotch's.

"At my place," he told his boss.

"Garcia, an ambulance to Reid's address. Report a pregnant woman in labor that needs to go to the hospital. I need you to go there too. Make sure she gets to the hospital alright. I'll give you more information later."

Pregnant woman in labor at Spencer's address?

Morgan, Prentiss, JJ, and Rossi shared the same confused looks.

"Baby, the help is on the way. Penelope knows and will help you to go to the hospital. She has a key, so don't worry. I'm on my way, okay? I'll call Tania too," Spencer informed you, moving to collect his things.

"Please, hurry up," you begged. As the call ended, Spencer turned to see his boss.

"Hotch. I have to-. I need to-," Spencer stuttered. Aaron nodded.

"It'll be okay; we are leaving now," he assured Spencer.

Morgan was the first to bring the elephant in the room.

"Can you tell us what's going on?"

Then, Spencer noticed the team hearing the whole ordeal.

"Uh. My 36-week pregnant girlfriend is giving birth to my daughter right now, and she's alone. I need to be there," Spencer succinctly explained as he dialed (Y/N)'s sister's number again without luck.

To say the team was shocked was an understatement. But there wasn't time to ask questions. They needed to move quickly.

Hotch was who took the lead.

"Morgan, you'll drive to the hospital with Reid and Prentiss now. I'll stay with JJ and Rossi to pack everything and follow you. The drive to DC is about three hours; make it two. I'll take care of the traffic police," he said to Morgan, who nodded, grabbing the car keys. "Prentiss, you'll get an open line with Garcia while she joins (Y/N) and takes her to the hospital. Now go!" Hotch instructed, now patting Spencer's back. "You'll get on time. Go," he told Spencer, who nodded and stomped from the room, followed by Morgan and Prentiss.

-

"Hey, Reid. We'll make it, kid," Morgan assured while driving on the highway, Emily as the copilot. In the back seat, Spencer couldn't stop bouncing his leg, worried about if the ambulance had already taken you to the hospital. On cue, Emily's phone went off.

"Garcia, you're on speaker," Emily announced.

"My lovelies, good news. I got your girl, boy Wonder, and we're heading to the hospital. Besides the pain, she's fine," Garcia recounted, and Spencer could breathe again.

"Can I talk to her?" Spencer asked.

"No, yet; they have her in the stretcher and with oxygen while monitoring her, but as we reach the hospital and will get her admitted, we can call you again. Nonetheless, she asked me to tell you she hated you for putting a baby in her. I really like this girl already," Garcia quipped, making laugh Emily and Morgan. Spencer's cheeks flushed.

"Garcia?" He sheepishly asked. "Can you tell her I love her and am on my way?"

Morgan and Prentiss looked at each other briefly. They still couldn't believe what was happening, but either way, they had a mission to accomplish: get to the hospital before you gave birth, so the resident genius could see his baby born.

"Sure thing. I will. I'll keep you posted," Garcia assured before hanging up.

Spencer could sense that Emily and Morgan were itching to cover him with questions, but knowing his nervous state, they were respectful enough not to say anything.

"I'm sorry, guys. I didn't tell you anything about (Y/N) before," he mumbled.

"And the baby," Emily added with a non-malice tone.

Spencer's face fell with embarrassment. They were his family, after all. And he kept this little big secret from them.

"But we get it, Reid. We do," Morgan ensured.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. We all know this job, and we want the best for our loved ones, keeping them safe," Prentiss said, turning to see Spencer, who nodded. "What I still can't believe is that you kept us in the dark for three years, and none of us ever suspected a thing. They should fire us," Emily added, making Spencer chuckle.

"What I can't believe is you were able to make someone fall in love with you," Morgan quipped, smirking and gaining a slap on the arm from Prentiss. "And get her pregnant! You have been having a game all this time, and I still thought I needed to be your wingman," Morgan scoffed.

"Worst wingman on earth. He had had to do all the work for himself," Emily added. The three laughed.

They were still with an ETA of one hour when Penelope Facetimed.

"Garcia! How is she?" Spencer rushed to ask.

"Hello to you, genius," Penelope greeted. "(Y/N) is already in a room. She's 7 centimeters of dilatation, so we're waiting," she informed, turning the camera to focus you on the bed, exhausted but relieved of being in the hospital already.

"Honey!" Spencer shouted as Garcia handed the phone.

"Are you coming?" you asked in a broken tone. You didn't have much energy at this point.

"Yes! On my way now. Morgan is driving us with Emily," he informed you.

"We're almost there, pretty girl!" Morgan yelled from the driver's seat.

You let a wary smile. Spencer only wanted to be there with you so he could hold you.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled.

"No. No. Why are you sorry? You have nothing to apologize for, okay?" Spencer hastened to point.

"Our little big secret is no longer a secret," you pouted, feeling guilty about the whole ordeal.

"Baby, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is you and our little girl being okay. Believe me; it's the only that matters to me. I'm sorry for leaving you," Spencer sniffled.

"I love you," you said, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"And I love you so much," Spencer declared, wiping his tears.

You both kept in Facetime for a while. Spencer tried to keep you focused on anything but the pain, though it was difficult when a deep contraction raked your body from time to time.

Spencer recited your favorite poems and stories and recounted your best memories together. As a natural thing, Emily, Morgan, or Penelope made questions and comments about the things you or Spencer said. That helped. You felt accompanied, not only by your boyfriend but also by the beautiful people who were taking care of you and him. If you ever thought Spencer's coworkers didn't care about him, now all those doubts are cleared.

"We're getting there in five!" Morgan announced.

"Garcia, please tell the staff Spencer is coming so they let him rush upstairs," Emily requested.

"On it!" Garcia chirped. “The doctor is here, so I’ll hang up. Boy Wonder, the third floor, hall to the left,” she informed before the call ended.

Pushing the brakes in front of the hospital’s entrance, Morgan turned to Spencer.

"Go, pretty boy. We'll be there waiting," the man assured.

"Go to see your girls," Emily added. Spencer’s eyes were full of tears.

"Thank you. Really, thank you so much," he voiced before climbing off the SUV and rushing inside the hospital.

-

The doctor announced you were almost ready to give birth now. Just another centimeter of dilation, and you’ll need to push. After he left, you squeezed Penelope’s hand hard. You weren't sure you could do this.

“It’s okay, pumpkin. You can do it. Spencer is already here,” she comforted you. Garcia had just ended her sentence when Spencer rushed inside the room, panting and looking frantically. When he spotted you, you could see the tears in his eyes.

“Spencer!” you cried. He quickly lugged to your side. Garcia sighed, relieved that he was there. Spencer held your hand now, kissing your temple.

“I’m here, my love. I’m here. I won’t leave again,” he chanted, stroking your damped hair.

It was Penelope’s cue to leave the couple alone. But before Garcia crossed the threshold, Spencer ran to her and wrapped her in the tightest embrace he ever gave her.

“Thank you, thank you. For everything,” he mumbled. Garcia could have started crying, but it would be time for that later.

“Anytime, my love. Now go back to your woman. We’ll be outside waiting.” A grateful Spencer nodded before joining you again.

You didn't reach the last centimeter until an hour later. Spencer stood by your side, chanting praises and pushing away your sweat with a cloth whenever you needed it.

When the time came, you were pushing with all the strength you left, but your little girl wasn’t doing it easy for you.

“Spencer, I can’t,” you sobbed. Spencer kissed your head and stroked your hand.

“I know you’re exhausted, my love. But you’re almost there. We’re going to meet our little girl. Want that, right, my little pumpkin?” he talked now to your belly. The waiting room is full of aunts and uncles, ready to see you. They already love you, even if they didn't know about you until three hours ago,” Spencer pointed, and you let out a little chuckle in the middle of the pain.

The feeling of being cared for and loved gave you the last ounce of energy you needed. In the next contraction, you pushed harder, ending with a loud baby cry. Your daughter was here.

When they put her in your arms, wrapped in a white blanket, you couldn't believe it. She was the most beautiful baby in the world—the best combination between Spencer and you.

“You did so good, my love. She’s wonderful, and she’s here with us,” Spencer said, voice full of emotion and tears freely rolling down his cheeks.

You couldn’t stop looking at her.

“Our little big secret,” you cooed. “You’re a lucky baby already,” you whispered to her. Spencer chuckled.

“Should I go to tell them?” He asked you.

“They will kill you if you don’t,” you quipped.

When Spencer showed up in the waiting room, Hotch, Rossi, and JJ were there too.

All eyes were on him.

“A 7 pounds, 2 ounces, and 19.6 inches healthy baby girl,” Spencer announced, the biggest grin plastered on his face.

The room erupted in cheers and claps, everyone taking turns to hug the new father.

Once everyone calmed down, Spencer cleared his throat.

“I want to apologize for keeping this from you. I don't want you to think I don't trust or care enough to tell you about the important things in my life. It's just- you know,” Spencer trailed off. Rossi patted his shoulder.

“We know, kid. We really do,” the older man assured him.

“Yeah, Spence. We understand. That doesn't mean it’s not a big thing, but we get it,” JJ seconded.

“We are just jealous because Hotch was the only one who knew,” Garcia scoffed.

“Boss privilege, I guess,” Hotch shrugged, making the rest laugh.

“Well, being (Y/N) and baby Reid not a little big secret anymore, we can meet them properly, right?” Morgan pointed.

“Oh, yes! Please! I want to meet my goddaughter!” Garcia chirped, and Spencer looked at her, frowning.

“Don’t look at me like that, doctor. I won the privilege when I held that poor woman in pain,” she added.

“Maybe you’ll be the godmother, but I’ll be the cool aunt,” Emily chirped.

“And I’ll be Papa Rossi,” David seconded.

Spencer shook his head, laughing as everyone on the team fought for a place in his daughter's life.

He was so happy to have you and baby Reid. But now his happiness was complete knowing he could share it, and his whole found family could be part of it.

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[sweet-as-an-angel]

His Favourite

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Power Imbalance, Abuse of Authority, Gaslighting, Name-Calling, No Pronouns used for Reader except 'You'.

You’re Ghost’s favourite recruit, though you’d never know it from the way he constantly berates you, his harsh accent splitting you apart from the rest of your peers as he picks you up on the most minor of mistakes. 

Don’t get it twisted, he’d do the same to any other recruit, he just seems to enjoy knocking some discipline into you. As he’s doing right now in the privacy of a vacant store cupboard, pants pulled down to his thighs with you sat between them, taking his twitching, aching cock between your waiting lips.

“Just a pretty little people pleaser, aren’t’ya,” he says, one hand on the back of your head while the other grips your shoulder, keeping you from going anywhere. “Do anythin’ for your Lieutenant,”

It’s not a question. Your position now just proves that everything he's saying is nothing short of the truth. You’ve learnt how he likes it, how he gasps ever so slightly whenever you press the tip of your tongue into that one sensitive patch beside his most prominent vein, just two inches from his engorged ballsack.

His breath is short as you bob up and down his shaft, forced to take more of him as he pushes your head further down onto him and himself deeper into you. You hum, either in defence or enthusiastic agreement – it doesn’t matter to Ghost. Especially when you’re being so obedient, taking him inch by inch, his tip hitting the back of your throat, the tightness in his balls growing.

Despite how often he takes to disciplining you, it never seems enough. Within a day, he’s ready to shoot as much cum down your throat as you can take, and then some. That, or he’s herding you into a dark corner of the Base and pounding you senseless, calling you his fuck bunny, his personal cum rag, his favourite.

"Bet you wanted to join the military just to have men shout at you," he tells you, hands tight about your waist as he pushes himself all the way in, pulls halfway out, and repeats. He hardly breaks a sweat, years of abuse and hardship having shaped him into the image of Zeus; insatiable and unfettered.

"Bet y'enjoy makin' me angry, knowin- fuck-" – he feels himself twitch; he's close –knowin' that m'gonna fuck y'into shape."

He tells you how much you need this, need someone to teach you the difference between right and wrong, to teach you how to be worthy, to please him. He knows nothing will happen if he gets caught. Nothing substantial, at least. But you don’t know that, hence he lets you feel as if he’s entrusting you with a secret whenever he leads you into a dark room, your task already outlined just as his dick is in his pants. And you can only shut up and take it, trying your absolute hardest not to come undone in Ghost’s calloused hands, trying to show your superior that you’re able to take him – all of him – without unravelling at the seams.

He always proves you wrong but that’s wherein the fun lies; getting to watch you squirm as he fills you from the inside only to make you run laps with the rest of your fellow recruits knowing that the limp in your gait is his doing, that you’re trying your best to keep up with the others whilst also trying to keep Ghost’s seed from leaking out of you.

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hello kitty meets batman (real not clickbait!) ☆ jake sim

☆ youtuber! super down bad! bf! jake x youtuber! fem! reader ☆summary: jake sim was youtube's cut-throat, horror creator, known for his dark video style. meanwhile, you were the cutesy beauty vlogger, lighting up every algorithmically generated home page you touched. no one would have expected you two vastly different people to know each other, let alone be in a long-term relationship. ☆ genre: fluff, youtuber! au, secret dating! au, established relationship, suggestive, im sorry im never letting the ytber au go, cutesy!reader, jake is SO down bad its kinda painful #patheticmen ☆warning(s): no, just fluffy, also reader is really feminine and girly in this ☆ word count: 13.4k words ☆ wrote half of this in spanish class so im sorry if there are mistakes, first time writing established relationship in full, kinda nervy

Jake Sim was many things.

One of the most popular and well-respected content creators on Youtube was one of them.

As Jake's nimble fingers darted across his keyboard, his other hand rested firmly on his mouth, he thought that the blue light emitting from his computer screen should burn his eyes. Except, it didn't. Despite what most people thought, 90% of being Youtuber was just simply staring at a computer screen, rather than being in front of a camera lens. The man felt his nose prickle before he let out a soundless, but satisfying, yawn. He leaned back against his office chair, stretching his neck and arms before he rubbed his eyes.

There was a reason that he was an extremely respected creator on Youtube.

For one, the production quality of his videos were high. Down to the Closed Captions or his camera's grain, Jake's attention to detail was immaculate. Not to mention, the content itself was magnificent. 

Whenever people asked Jake what he did for work, it was hard for him to answer.

He'd said that he made horror content, but he'd only earned incredulous looks, like he was a madman. Even then, "horror" content wasn't the correct description.

In short, Jake liked to make videos about obscure things. Which just so happened to be a little spooky. Sketchy true crime cases, searches for lost media, strange Internet phenomena, government cover-ups— Name anything a little bit eerie and Jake probably already covered something of that sort on his channel. Given the nature of his content, Jake almost always maintained a serious tone, but when the opportunity came to offer his opinion, he liked to relay it in a straightforward way. 

Another reason why he was so regarded was because of his content style. He preferred using darker colors, having a crisp microphone that picked up every rasp of his deeper voice. When he had camera shots, Jake liked to be in a dimly lit room. Unfortunately, his room was dark, too. 

This all combined together to create a singular image for Jake: the cool, high-quality, but a little bit scary, guy that likes to make videos about scary topics.

Now cracking his knuckles, Jake sucked in a sharp breath. Although he could easily export his upcoming video now and upload it, garnering millions of views, he refused to. There was something missing from it; it needed a little umph, a little embellishment to really pull things together. If there was one thing about Jake, it was that he'd put quality over quantity any day.

Jake is torn out of his thoughts when his phone, long forgotten next to his mouse, lit up. Usually, when he worked long afternoons like this, he silenced his phones in order to maintain focus.

However, there was always one exception.

You.

pretty girl: hi babe, do you think you can help me take promo pictures later?

The moment that Jake saw your contact show up, he picked up his phone immediately. His fingers tapped his screen, quickly responding to you.

me: yeah i can do it rn if you want

pretty girl: if youre busy, it doesn't need to be today, it can be tomorrow or something

pretty girl: oh

pretty girl: are you sure?

Of course he was.

Jake was already shutting off his monitor, grabbing his keys and shoving his feet into his shoes at your first message.

me: yeah i'll come over right now

You were Jake Sim's girlfriend. But other than the people in your personal life, no one else knew that.

Not that either of you minded.

Like Jake, you were a Youtuber. Except, your community was the complete opposite from his.

Your niche was cute makeup and lifestyle. Your videos had cute, blushy sets, characterized by cute plushies in the background and pretty, pink decorations. When you weren't making makeup tutorials or "get ready with me's," you were giving your viewers small sneak-peeks into your life. Whether it be your rosy morning skincare, or your sunny afternoon cooking attempts, or your illuminated late night thoughts, your content was light-hearted, soft, and personable. 

And if you weren't doing any of those things, you were modeling.

You were a beauty influencer, so you had sponsors from different makeup companies and such. What was most distinguishable from your personal brand was that you were one of Sanrio's biggest ambassadors. If there was someone that was the living embodiment of Hello Kitty, it was you.

Your personability, and your ability to feel authentic to your viewers, was a key factor in your large viewerbase. And what contributed to that the most was the fact that you had no idea how to use a camera. One would think that a content creator would know how to use a camera, but you were somehow the exception.

Not a problem!

Because you had your boyfriend, Jake!

Who was basically the master of content creation and film, in your opinion.

"Jakey!" you pounced on your boyfriend the moment he appeared at your apartment doorway. You threw your arms around his neck, immediately peppering his neck and cheeks with kisses. You heard him let out a few chuckles, feeling the rumble of his strong chest as he did. 

"Geez, babe, let me take my shoes off first," Jake teased you, taking in your sweet strawberry perfume. You immediately peeled yourself off of him, your lips forming a cute frown. 

"Shut up," you murmured, punching him on the arm while you jutted your bottom lip out. The lip tint and gloss on them shined, which made Jake grin. And when you noticed that he was staring at your lips, you gave him a gentle shove before saying again, “Shut up, Jakey.”

There it was, his favorite thing about you.

You were so, very, really, undeniably, mean to him.

Okay, that sounded weird.

But it was the truth.

Your relationship could be summed up in a few words—

You were just the cutest, and could barely contain your feelings for Jake, so you'd get all cuddly and affectionate with him. He'd tease you about it, so you'd get all shy and flustered, and you would begin to be mean to him. You'd call him stupid or annoying, and you'd tell him to go away but make no effort to resist his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you against his chest. And then he would get to tease you more, until you were so embarrassed that you relented and let him kiss you.

How could he not resist teasing you?

You were always so pretty, with makeup or not, and it was easy to tease you since you got embarrassed so easily.

Even if he was holding his most expensive camera in his hands, he'd still let you pounce on him, if it meant that he got one extra kiss from you.

You led him to your bedroom. It had the same sweet, strawberry scent as you. Your room was pink, and along the walls were shelves, all filled with the many, many plushies that Jake bought you. Plopping onto your bed, Jake watched as you dug around your filming desk.

"Sooo," he started, "You're gonna do a promotional post on Instagram?"

You hummed. Sanrio recently launched a new line of lip tints, and they sent you their newest ones to review and promote. 

"I already made a review, and it's going to go up later," you said, digging through your drawers. "I want to make a promo post, too, y'know?"

You let out an 'a-ha!' as you found what you were looking for. It was a tube of lip-tint, the newest one from the collection. You then touched up your makeup a little more. 

Jake watched you in awe. The way you applied lip gloss and brushed setting powder (or was it blush? he didn't know anything about makeup) onto your cheeks was so mesmerizing, as you weren't already so captivating to him.

Finally, you stood up, straightening out your outfit. You puckered your lips, and when you noticed Jake staring at you, you gave him a little twirl.

"How do I look?" you asked. 

Jake, with his camera in hand, pointed the lens at you. He looked through the viewfinder.

"Beautiful." 

As always.

The shoot went smoothly. As you always did when Jake was your photographer, the two of you drove to the film studio, renting out a room for a good hour. Jake was a pro with the camera and you were an even bigger pro at modeling. Other than a few compositional edits or changes in exposure, you and Jake were done as soon as you started. The two of you decided that you’d go back to your place, cook dinner together, and maybe watch a movie.

Except that got delayed.

“Y-You’re so annoying, Jake,” you struggled out. You were in the back seat of your car, legs thrown over your boyfriend’s hips, his soft lips connected to your neck. Your fingers gently tugged on his hair, you yourself pressing soft pecks against his forehead and temples. It started because you gave Jake a kiss on the cheek as a ‘thank you,’ which spiraled into a makeout session in your car.

“What,” he breathed against your skin, dark eyes flickering up to yours. “You said you’d do anything to express your thanks for me.”

Jake kissed your neck again, before trailing up your throat to your jaw. Your fingers raked through his soft hair, pushing his dark locks out of his face so that you could see his face clearly. Jake reached up, took your hand out of his hair, and instead held your palm against his cheek, nuzzling into your warm hand. The way your eyes widened into saucers, lips parting, in response made the man’s lips curve upward.

“W-Well I thought you’d ask me to hug you… or something,” you said sheepishly, your voice soft as your boyfriend’s actions flustered you.

Jake grinned to himself internally before pulling away from you altogether. 

“Then do you want to stop?” Your eyes widened a fraction. “Then, let’s go hom—“

“No!” you cut him off, your hands squeezing his shoulders. “Let’s not!”

You stared at him, brows furrowed, for a few moments, before you noticed the growing grin on your boyfriend’s face. That look you knew too well, the one that said that he was going to tease the everlasting fuck out of you.

Jake pulled you in by the waist, close enough so that your chests touched, noses almost brushing against each other. He could feel the heat radiating off your face, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“You sure you don’t wanna stop?” His voice was teasing, but you knew better. The earnest look in his eyes, you stared into yours, was filled with sincerity. He gave your waist a squeeze, almost as if to ask, “Do you actually want this?”

“Yes, Jakey,” you breathed against his lips, matter-of-factly. “I don’t wanna stop.”

The corner of his lips begin to lift.

“So you better kiss me,” you quipped, gripping his shoulders.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he rasped back, before attacking your lips.

(Later, when you were done, you two went home and went about your plan for the night. Except, you had to yell at Jake to go wash his face, because the sight of your lipstick at the corner of his lips was too much for you to take.)

"Hi, everyone!" you greeted the camera, folding your hands in your lap. With your thick, pink, knit sweater's sleeves falling over your wrists, you shot the lens a pretty smile. It was another normal day on the job of making content.

"As you guys know, VidCon is coming up soon." You pulled your makeup pouch toward your chest, leaning against the edge of your filming desk. "So, let's pack with me!"

Vidcon was an event for people to meet all of their favorite Youtubers. This year, you were invited to be one of the featured creators, given your popularity. As you filmed your "Pack with Me!" vlog, surrounded by ring lights aided by your windows cracked open, you recalled the email you had sent earlier, squeezing your eyes shut.

You see, Jake and you were both invited to VidCon. Since no one else, not even Youtube the corporation or your fellow Youtubers, knew that you guys were dating, Jake and you were given vastly different things. Youtube booked an entire hotel complex for all of its creators, and unfortunately, your room was located 10 floors below Jake's room. And worse, your booths and events were so far apart from each other that you probably wouldn't even see your boyfriend even if he decided to traverse the Convention. 

That's what you got for being vastly different content creators.

This year would be the first year that you and Jake got invited to VidCon, and you two wanted to share this experience with each other as much as possible.

Which is why you just shot Youtube one of the most embarrassing emails of your life.

"Hi, Youtube. The hotel complex you booked has a bar, and it is much closer to the top than the bottom. I really want to visit that bar. Can I request a room change so that my room is maybe on the 15th or 16th floors?" except add more formalities and much more discreet language, and that was the email you sent to your employers. You knew that it wouldn't be hard, and that the Youtube PR manager wouldn't reject your request. After all, you were the Sanrio beauty girl. Regardless, you'd gotten a response about an hour ago, and your request was approved, luckily. 

As you continued talking to your camera, folding your clothes neatly while chatting to your viewers about updates in your life, you thought about what you and Jake should do at VidCon. It was in the LA area, but you definitely wanted to visit other places in Southern California. 

It was no surprise that you and Jake had been more than touchy and close to each other. You were dating. Still, butterflies formed in your stomach as you thought about what you would do with him. Your face heated up at the thought of you and him spending time together in the hotel's rooftop hot-tub. The idea of him sneaking in your room at night, warming you up and pepperinging your cheeks with kisses, made your heart rate speed up, and you could only relish in the thought of exploring LA, Irvine, or wherever Jake wanted to take you with him.

You were a grown woman with a job and responsibilities, but the mere thought of your boyfriend being within the same vicinity as you made you nervous.

Just as you finished folding your clothes, you heard your front door crack open.

"Babe?" you hear Jake's voice call out your name. You turn off your camera to greet him, swearing to forget all of the thoughts you just had. Except, the moment that you locked eyes with him, all determination to not be teased left your body. Your lips wobbled, trying to bite back that stupid, bashful, and lovesick smile that made its way onto your face when you thought about Jake, but your eyes gave it all away. Instead of throwing yourself at him like you usually did, you only reached for the hem of his black T-shirt, playing with it sheepishly. 

You mumbled a small, "Hi."

You could feel Jake staring at you, and you could hear the way his lips curve into a smug, shit-eating grin.

"Shut up," you told him, your eyebrows crashing together.

"Baby, I didn't even say anything," Jake said, his hands finding their place on your lower back.

You felt shy and exposed before him. "Well, I know you're going to say something."

Jake grasped your chin, gently making you look at him. You tried to avoid his eyes, but it was impossible to avoid those dreamy, caramel eyes. Then, he took your face with both his hands, leaning in.

Was he going to kiss you? Oh my god, he was! Quick! What do you do? You felt like you were going to melt.

Instinctively, your hands tightened on the hem of his shirt, the black fabric scrunching in your fists. You closed your eyes, your lips softly puckering. You could feel him coming closer and closer, until his breath fanned your cheek.

As if he hadn't kissed you a million times before, your heart felt like it was going to fall out of your chest. 

Jake ghosted his lips over yours, inching just close enough that he could brush his lip against yours. 

And then, he pulled away from you. He took off his shoes, placed down his keys, and made his way into your bedroom, leaving you there standing alone.

Heat spread across your face and neck and ears as you realized your boyfriend had just teased you once again. You hid your face in your palms, letting out a small whine of embarrassment, before recollecting yourself and joining your boyfriend.

"Woah, what's going on here, babe?" Jake asked, standing at your bedroom doorway. 

"Oh." There was clothes and film equipment sprawled across your floor and bed. "I was filming a video."

You saw Jake's expression twitch, before he took your hands in his.

"My bad, was I interrupting something?" He was sincere in how his face showed a small drop of guilt for disrupting your filming. How could someone be such a tease one moment yet be so genuine the next?

"No, it's okay, Jakey," you said. "I mean, I need to finish my video, but I don't mind if you're around."

And that's how you found yourself trying not to burst out laughing as you filmed your video. Jake kept making funny faces at you, that goofy grin growing on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Jake, stop making faces!" you laughed, throwing a shirt at him.

He dodged it, throwing his head back into one of the plushies that he bought you. "I'm not doing anything!"

You threw another shirt at him, this time hitting him square in the face. Instead of admitting defeat, Jake only grabbed your shirt, pulling the fabric to his nose and taking a long, dramatic, sniff. 

"You smell sooooo good, babe," he said, ignoring your contorted expression, "I think I'm gonna keep this. You won't mind, right?"

"Ugh, Jaaaaakee!"

You plopped on top of him in bed. You felt his chest rumble as chuckles left his lips, rolling your eyes at him. You gave his chest a smack, a pout forming on your lips.

"You're so annoying," you mumbled as his hands slithered up to your hips. He gave your ass a pat, gesturing you to adjust your position. You did, sitting up so that you straddled your boyfriend's hips.

"And you're so pretty," he said, squeezing your hipbone.

"Let go of me," you poked him in the chest, but made no attempt to get off of him. 

"No."

"I need to finish my video," you pouted, still not moving to get off of him. 

"I don't care." Jake instead sat up on his elbows, his hands sliding down to your lower back, his face getting suspiciously close to your boobs. "Just lay with me."

Your fingers ran through his dark locks, before giving them a tug towards your chest. Jake laid his cheek against your boobs like they were pillows, arms wrapped around your waist. You could feel his hot breath against your skin and neck. The next thing you knew, he was pressing sticky kisses against your chest and neck, soft gasps escaping your lips.

"Sorry, babe," he muttered against the shell of your ear, "I just can't resist you."

You let out a soft "ahhh!" when he bit down on your skin, his teeth brushing against the nape of your neck. Jake briefly pulled away, a smirk making its way onto his face as he admired the red-purple mark on your neck. 

"You're just too addicting."

Long story short, your video was still finished and uploaded. As Jake edited his video, he let yours play in the background, your bright voice illuminating his dark room. Somehow, your voice was the only thing that made him focus. 

However, when he heard a familiar laugh— his laugh— in your video, Jake stopped in his tracks.

His mind flashed back to what happened the other day in your apartment, when he interrupted you during your filming.

"I don't know if I turned off my camera, Jake," you had purred as Jake's tongue dipped into your collarbone. At that point, both you and him were shirtless, hair disheveled and pupils blown out with desire. Jake remembered the electricity that ran through him as those words left your lips.

"Am I supposed to care?" he had muttered, trailing kisses down your chest. "If they hear us, that's not my problem."

It was almost like you, who edited your video, added that clip to tease him. 

Immediately, his cheeks began turning the brightest shade of red possible. If you were here, he would have only coughed and looked away shyly, but since he was alone, his embarrassment spread across his face like a wildfire. Jake almost never showed it when he was flustered, at least when he was around you. 

He hid his face in his palms, sucking in a sharp breath. He squeezed his eyes shut, warmth prickling his skin. You were going to be the death of him. He let out a small, lovesick giggle, one that his friends would flame him for. He couldn't help it, not if it was you. 

When he read the comments, still flustered out of his mind, he felt a twinge of disappointment when no one seemed to notice him. 

For some reason, Jake couldn’t help but want people to know that you were his. He knew that you and him kept your relationship private to preserve it, but he still wanted to show you off.

Except, one comment caught his eye.

“Wait, does [Name] have a boyfriend? Who laughed at 6:34?” it read. Jake’s heart skipped a beat in his chest. The warmth that spread across his chest as his lips pulled upwards. He almost wanted to jump on his bed and roll around while giggling like a schoolgirl, but he contained himself.

At the corner of his eye, Jake spotted a certain plushie. 

As you were a partner of Sanrio, for a time there was a Limited Edition [Name] plushie, clad in pink with a cute, ruffle-lace bow to top it all off. Of course he bought one the moment it launched. Jake preferred his room to be completely dark and black, but he liked to keep that plushie on his bed, and although he’d never admit it, he hugged it when he slept if you weren’t with him.

Would it be wrong of him to tease you back? After all, Jake still had to film the brand deal for his new video. 

Would it hurt to position the plushie just enough so that it was in frame? 

So that maybe someone would see it.

Vidcon came crashing on you and Jake like a meteor, and before the two of you knew it, you were in the venue, wringing your fingers as the event commenced.

Sometimes, it was difficult for you to comprehend the level of your popularity. Sure, the numbers that Youtube loved to display for you told you that you had millions watching you, but mere numerical figures were simply not enough for you to wrap your mind around.

Your schedule that day was simple: you were going to have a booth that you'd tend to for an hour or two, where your fans could take pictures with you and take a few freebies with them. Then, you'd go to your main event, which was in a smaller venue.

At your booth, where you sat currently, your personal table was set up in a very special way: your table was pink, and covered in a lacy, white tablecloth. Even the wall behind you was specifically painted pink and decorated with various Sanrio-esque decorations. You had stickers that you'd give out, as well as a Limited Edition Vidcon Sanrio plushie of you that people could buy. The pink polaroid decorated with Hello Kitty stickers hung around your neck with a pink lanyard. You genuinely looked like Sanrio and Hello Kitty vomited all over you, but you didn't mind. And plus, that didn't matter, because you were cute either way.

You were hit with pure surprise as multiple groups of fans came your way. The amount of people that came to you, rambling nervously about how much they loved you, how much they looked up to you, how much you inspired them and made their days better, made you feel light-headed. And very warm inside.

Jake was the one that did the talking for you (thank goodness!), but for some reason, you pushed through your usual shyness, instead wanting for people to come up to you and talk.

Your face lit up as one of your fans, a girl that looked around your age, maybe only a few years younger than you, approached you. You could tell by the Sanrio sticker of you on her phone case that she was most definitely here for you.

"Oh my gosh, hi [Name]!" She gazed at you with wide, glimmering eyes. 

Your initial reaction was surprise, but then you broke out into a smile. You cocked your head, fingers gripping the hem of your dress, both nervous and excited. "Hi, there."

You fan took one look at your face, and squealed. The way that she giggled, bouncing on her feet as she fangirled over you made warmth spread across your cheeks, getting shy and looking down briefly.

"I'm sorry, [Name]!" Your fan couldn't stop giggling, which you thought was very cute. It was now that you noticed the camera in your hand. "I just really love your content, and I'm just so excited to meet you in real life!"

You blinked at her a few times, before you smile only widened. 

"Don't worry about it!" you said, taking her free hand in yours. Your shyness melted away as your fan squealed again. "It really means a lot to me that you came out here to personally see me."

Your eyes flickered over to her camera, squeezing her hand and motioning to it with your other. "Can I...?"

She nodded enthusiastically, so you took her camera. Turn on the 'photo' setting, you posed for the camera, taking multiple pictures of yourself for her. You hoped that that would make up for your shyness. The two of you hugged, and you took many polaroids for her.

Almost immediately, after she left, you were tagged in a Twitter thread. It was that fan, reporting her experience with you.

"She was so much prettier in real life, I thought I was in heaven," her tweets detailed, "And [Name] was so sweet! It felt like I was meeting the real life Hello Kitty."

She posted the pictures you took on her camera, and then the videos. You couldn't help but grin like an idiot, especially at the comments (and the rapidly-accumulating likes and retweets).

"The way [Name] gets so shy is so cute!"

"I don't really watch beauty content but I love [Name] so much."

"She's like an actual Disney Princess."

You loved your fans, you really did. You were grateful for them, and you thought they were very cute. 

You were excited to see how Vidcon would treat you.

Jake was fighting.

He was fighting demons, wars, the little voices in his head.

Did you have to look so pretty today?

Jake's own event was an entire venue away from yours. He had a few events, so after his first one, he took a small break, where he looked through his notifications. 

Of course, the first thing he looked at was your texts. They were from a while ago, during his show when he didn't have his phone on him, so he responded to them now. He smiled at your cute texts, expressing how excited and happy you were. His heart jumped out of his chest when he saw the selfie you sent him: there you were, in all your cutesy Sanrio glory, smiling so prettily for him. Jake had to clasp his face to hide the stupid, love-struck grin that bled onto his face. 

"Oi, what're you giggling about?" Jake was interrupted by Jay, another one of his fellow horror Youtubers.

Jake immediately wiped his expression clean. "Nothing."

When he glanced back at his phone, that dumb grin began to form again.

Jay groaned. "This is so weird. It's like watching Batman smile."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jake scoffed.

"I'm sayin' that you're basically Youtube's Batman," Jay scrunched his nose, "And it's weird seein' you all... smiley and stuff."

"I literally smiled earlier!"

"Not in the way that you did just now. I have a bad feeling about it."

"Shut up!"

Jake really tried his best to swallow back his pure admiration for you as he opened his phone screen again, but he failed miserably.

He wished he could see you right now. He loved to see his fans, he loved to talk to them about their shared interest: all things horror and obscure.

But Jake missed you right now.

His heart plummeted to his stomach, however, when he logged onto Twitter, and saw the worst hashtag he could ever think of: #[Name]isSoCute.

He agreed with it. No, he embraced that sentiment with every molecule in his being.

Just... he wished that he could see you right now. When he checked the tag and saw all the cute pictures that people took of you and the sweet experiences they had with you, he frowned— That should be him!

However, Jake actually saw the worst thing to ever materialize when he saw the top video under the tag.

It was a shaky video, starting off with a teenage boy walking up to you. In the background, he could hear your pretty voice in the background, exchanging small greetings and words with the poster. Jake was almost lost in his sheer love for you when his eyes narrowed. The boy in the video let out a little chuckle, before dropping a cheesy pick-up line on you.

"[Name], if you were a vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber." What made it worse was that you only giggled, leading the boy to drop a few other dumb pick-up lines. The camera panned up to you, showing you all smiley and bashful. Then, you and the boy hugged, before taking a few polaroids together.

Jake almost snapped his phone in half.

He understood better than anyone that you were a content creator just like him. It was part of the job to interact with fans, and given your character, of course you were sweet to them. He could tell that you were perfectly comfortable in the video, and that the kid probably was just joking around with his favorite Youtuber.

But did that stop Jake from mentally lambasting every single aspect of the video? Absolutely not.

Shaky camera, probably filmed on a phone, Jake's hands balled into fists, Fucked up aperture, exposure to low, bad mic.

Was he being a little immature? Yes, and Jake knew that. 

Though, Jake would admit that he agreed with a lot of comments and retweets under that post, hearting many of them in agreement.

"[Name] is such a cutie!" one read.

Absolutely.

"I love her so much," another read.

Me too, Jake thought.

"I want her so bad."

Just as Jake's finger hovered over the 'heart' button, he let out a small hmph. Did it annoy him that other people wanted you? Yes. But did he disagree with the comment? Nope. He pressed the "like" button.

He wanted to see you so bad. As Jake was queued up on stage, ready for his second event, he hoped that he could see you soon.

And his wish came true a few hours later.

It was now past noon, and Vidcon was in its (unofficial) intermission period, where a lot of the creators were now taking breaks. As Jake traversed the convention, he texted you trying to find a spot where the two of you could meet.

He passed the many booths and venues of his fellow Youtubers. The layout was unique in the way that Youtubers of similar genres were placed in similar areas. So when he started seeing Youtubers with bright makeup and problematic pasts, Jake knew that he was near you.

And lo and behold, soon he found you. Under the fluorescent light, you still glowed. There was some kind of halo around you as you turned over your shoulder, your face instantly brightening up as you spotted your boyfriend. You had a few fans that you were talking to at the moment, so you tended to them first, while Jake made his way over to you.

You and Jake agreed that you wouldn't make your relationship too obvious at Vidcon, but all of that was left forgotten the moment that Jake saw you. 

However, as you ran up to him, people couldn't help but stop and stare.

Why wouldn't they? You were the living embodiment of Sanrio, that one Hello Kitty girl, whereas Jake was that one guy that made scary content and was often shrouded in darkness, dubbed as Youtube's personal Batman. Absolutely no one would have expected to see the two of you interacting with one another, let alone be within the same vicinity.

"Hi, Jakey," you smiled up at him, and Jake thought that he could die right there. With the amount of people staring, Jake had to restrain himself from throwing his arms around you and hugging you.

"Hey, baby," he grinned. 

Before either of you could do anything, you and Jake were interrupted by a shrill squeal. You whipped your heads around to see a young girl and her older brother, who still looked relatively young. They explained nervously that the girl liked your content, while the brother liked Jake's content. They were expecting to scour in order for each of them to meet either of you, but were surprised to see you and Jake in one place.

You and Jake took a few pictures with them, both individually. Though, the two of them requested a picture with both you and Jake in the same frame, which you happily did.

When they left, you and Jake shared a look, before going off together.

Vidcon Day 1: Over.

Jake returned to his hotel room, too tired to do anything other than wash up and order room service. 

As Jake laid in his half-hard hotel mattress, he scrolled through his phone. He was tagged in a lot of pictures and tweets, and he found himself grinning at a lot of the sweet words his fans left. Although he was tired, he could definitely do this a few more times, feeling invigorated by his fans.

As he scrolled, the trending Twitter hashtag caught his eye.

#HelloKittyMeetsBatman.

Interesting name, he thought as he clicked on it.

Jake's heart skipped a beat as he saw what came up.

Apparently, people were extremely surprised to see you and Jake so close to each other. 

There were so many pictures of you and him taken together from afar just from that one instance earlier, from multiple different angles and distances. Jake would admit, the way he was dressed in all black while you were dressed in cute pinks and whites was almost laughable.

What truly caught his attention were the captions of all these pictures.

"Craziest crossover of 2024."

"I'm crying they legitimately look like Hello Kitty and Batman."

"Jake Sim and [Name] interacting was not on my Vidcon 2024 bingo card."

"This is like seeing two worlds collide, absolutely wild but I'm pleasantly surprised."

For the most part, it seemed like everyone just thought that you and Jake were friends, but it was still a little funny how taken aback the entire internet was.

Then, he saw the picture of you, him, and those two kids together. 

"They look like a family," was one of the most popular retweets under that post. 

Family.

That word rang through Jake's head, before he buried his face in one of the pillows, giggling to himself. He felt a little ridiculous getting so excited over such a small comment, but he couldn't help it. He felt so giddy inside at the thought of having a family with you, and felt even giddier knowing that people could see it, too.

Suddenly, his phone rang. Jake wasn't going to answer it, too caught up in his flustered-ness, but when he realized that it was you, he quickly cleared his throat, instinctively straightening out his hair (because what if he accidentally turns on his camera?-- he needed to look good for you!).

"Baby," he greeted suavely, as if he wasn't just giggling like a schoolgirl seconds ago.

Maybe it was the fact that it was already getting late, or the fact that Jake barely saw you today, or the fact that you were just so goddamn perfect, but your voice sounded so attractive in that moment.

"Jakeyyy," you whined. "Come over."

His chest was already throbbing but Jake played it cool.

He chuckled. "What for?"

"I miss you," he could hear the pout in your voice. "And I want your attention."

It was rare for you to be so direct with him, and while Jake wanted to melt on the spot, he wanted to tease you a bit longer.

"What's wrong with just being on the phone with me?" Jake's lips pulled into a smirk. "You can just talk to me like this."

"Noooo," you said. "I want— I want you."

Jake tried his best to not crumble then and there, but it was too hard.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "Okay then, baby. I'll come over right now."

He didn't miss the cute little "yay!" you let out before you hung up.

You were going to be the death of him.

"Eep! Jake, what are you doing here—?!”

You’re cut off when you realized that you were, in fact, backstage of one of your events. Today was the second day of Vidcon, and you had just finished up your first event. As you went backstage, carrying the little bags of gifts that your fans got you, you didn’t expect your own boyfriend to be waiting back there for you.

“Hey there, Princess,” he said cheekily, sprawled across the backstage couch. "Miss me?"

He opened his arms up, and you instinctively crawled into them, sitting on his lap and sliding your arms around his neck. 

As you did, you eyed him up and down.

Clad in black as always, he wore a black button-up, paired with black slacks, a black belt, and a loose, black tie. That's right: today, Jake was going to have a panel with a whole bunch of other horror creators, ones that transcended the internet— authors, authors that Jake spent his whole life reading and looking up to, which explained why he was dressed significantly more proper today than yesterday.

The way his shirt fit his chest and hugged his shoulders made it hard for you to not stare, and the way that it wasn't buttoned at the top, revealing his honey-tan collarbones, mixed with the scent of his rich cologne, made you feel dizzy.

"Ay, are you checkin' me out?"

On any other day, you'd be embarrassed, maybe even pushing him away, but today, you only nodded your head, humming mindlessly in agreement.

Jake blinked at you, before he pulled you in by the waist so that you were flushed against his chest completely.

"Kiss me," you mumbled, pushing his dark bangs away from his face.

Jake chuckled, rubbing your cheek with his knuckles. "What's with you these days? Getting so bold."

You only leaned into his touch. Maybe it was sometime in the LA air, or maybe it was the vigor that your fans gave you earlier, but all you could do was look at your boyfriend with glossy, wide eyes innocently, watching the way that his resolve trembled.

"Shit," Jake cursed under his breath. "Hold on—"

He grabbed your hips, then tilted your chin so that he could have a better angle. Your lips crashed into one another. Not in the way that a meteor would crash into Earth's delicate atmosphere, but in the way that gentle sea waves crashed onto themselves, dark folds of blue creasing over each other, only to brush up against the foamy seashore, none the wiser. 

Jake liked the taste of your lip gloss; it tasted sweet, but not nearly as sweet as you, hungrily squeezing your hips in his hands. He swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, earning a squeal from you, who tugged on his hair. 

When you pulled away from each other, you were breathless, chests heaving not for air, but for each other. You stared at each other for a few moments, losing time in each other's eyes, when your eyes trailed down.

God, the button-up and tie were going to drive you crazy.

Without thought, your fingers twirled around his tie, slinking up his chest before you yanked him harshly, jerking Jake toward you abruptly. 

In a moment of pure, unadulterated boldness, you attacked his neck, laying sticky kisses all across his skin. One hand laced itself in Jake's hair, keeping a firm hold of his tilted head, while your other hand crept around the buttons of his shirt. 

Each soft sigh that Jake let out made you only press more kisses on him. When he let out one particularly loud whine, his arm jerking up to grab at the couch's armrest, you knew that you found the sensitive spot on his neck. You pressed another kiss on that spot, this time sinking your teeth into his skin. The hickey was dark and purple, and when you ran your tongue over it, Jake's hands shot to your hips again.

"Shit, [Name], wait a sec—"

Skillfully, your fingers began to slowly unbutton Jake's shirt, just enough that you could see more of his chest. 

Your head was feeling fuzzy now, drunk off your desire for him. The way he threw his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp of air he took in, curses falling from his lips, sent electricity coursing through your body.

When you unbuttoned the last button, you noticed the way Jake's eyes were squeezed shut, his other arm resting over them, hands balled into fists as his desperation for you increased.

"Jakey," you said. Jake was going to go mad, the way your voice was so soft and innocent as it said his name, all the while you were kissing and touching him in ways that made him go light-headed. He squeezed his eyes shut, another whimper escaping his lips. If he looked you in the eye right now, he was sure that he'd burst. "I want you to look at me."

He couldn't refuse you. Immediately, he opened his eyes, the arm strewn over his face dropping back to its position on your hips.

If he didn't die by combustion, Jake was certain that he'd die now— Your pupils were blown out, eyes lidded and staring at him like he was your prey to be slaughtered. He'd seen you wrought with desire so many times before, but the way you gazed at him like he was a piece of meat, like you were going to absolutely ruin him, made him feel weak.

"Watch me, Jakey," your voice sounded so sweet, but your actions said otherwise. You abruptly got up from your seat on his lap, Jake frowning at the loss of your touch. You dug through your purse thrown across the room, returning with a tube of lipstick.

You plopped back onto Jake's lap, making sure that he was watching as you applied it to your pretty, swollen lips. 

Then, you discarded it, throwing your lipstick to the side as you snatched his tie again. You brought the black fabric to your lips, staring your boyfriend down as you pressed kisses on his tie. You kissed it a few times, making sure that the color of your lipstick, as well as the shape of your lips, was well-imprinted on it.

Then, you yanked his shirt's collar toward you, pressing a harsh kiss on the fabric, making sure that the shape of your lips was once again imprinted on the fabric.

You looked back up at his face, unable to hide your smugness as his entire expression was painted with red.

"You're so hot—" Jake attempted to force out of his throat, but you only cut him off with a rough kiss to his lips. Without a word, you covered his face, from his forehead to his jaw, with kisses.

You pulled back to admire your work, before you pulled away from him.

"I have to be on stage in a few minutes," you said quietly, your back turned to him as you straightened out your skirt. Dumbfounded, Jake could only stare at you, but when you turned over your shoulder, flashing him a bright, but terribly cheeky, grin, Jake's heart fell out of chest. "I can't be late, right?"

With that, you left your boyfriend, all hot and bothered, on the couch, running off to prepare for your next event.

Almost immediately, Jake melted. He threw an arm over his eyes as he leaned back, letting out a groan.

Was this how you felt when he teased you?

Was he now sexually frustrated? Absolutely. But now he wanted you even more.

After mulling over it for a few minutes, Jake began to go back to his venue. But, as he passed the backstage vanity, he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

Some of it was obvious to him already: disheveled hair, messed up shirt. But what made Jake want to evaporate was the sight of his entire face and neck covered in lipstick marks. The corner of his lip had a big lipstick smudge, the hickey that you gave him earlier was so dark now, and he couldn't even dare to forget your lip imprints on his shirt and tie.

You little tease.

Jake's last straw was.... right now.

After the backstage fiasco, he didn't get to see you all day. That night, you had a PR event to attend with your fellow beauty creators, so he didn't get to see you at night either.

Which was why Jake was practically glowing with a dark and negative storm cloud as he pranced around the third day of Vidcon. It didn't help that he saw so many pictures of you and fans all across platforms. Poor guy almost lost it when one of your fans' vlogs blew up, the most replayed part being when you let out the most angelic and sweet laughs he'd ever heard in his life.

That should be him!

Meanwhile, Jake sat in the convention room at a panel. Lined up along the table were other horror creators, from authors to Youtubers to filmmakers, similar to yesterday. The way that this specific event operated was simple: fans got to ask anyone on the panel questions and they'd answer, which the entire room got to hear, and later there would be one-on-ones along the panel.

Jake was pulled out of his thoughts when one of the fans said that they had a question for him.

"Jake, your videos take a long time to make, how do you balance work and your personal life?"

Good question. He had a simple principle when it came to how to balance everything. Jake thought about it for a moment, before reaching for his microphone.

"I don't have any outright method," he began. Jake's mind flashed with your image: all the cute messages you'd send him throughout the day, all the times where after hours of rotting in front of his computer screen he could always count on your loving embrace to give him life, all times that he'd tune into your Spotify playlist so that he could be listening to what you were listening. It was easy to balance work and life, if it was you. "But I always put my life before the screen."

The room was quiet, intently listening to what Jake had to say. After all, he was renowned all across the Internet.

The room was quiet, intently listening to what Jake had to say. After all, he was renowned all across the Internet.

"To be clear, I understand the privilege of getting to work in a profession like mine," Jake continued. "I don't expect everyone to be able to follow my advice exactly, but the more I live, the more I realize that what happens before my very eyes will endlessly matter so much more than what happens in my own little Youtube bubble."

Jake's mouth jumped to you faster than his mind could stop him.

"My beautiful girlfriend is everything to me," he unconsciously began to grin stupidly to himself, "I'd put her above work any day if I had to."

The moment that those words left his lips, the room erupted with gasps and whispers.

"Wait, you have a girlfriend?!" one of Jake's Youtuber friends asked, leading the room to laugh.

Oh.

Shit.

Jake's eyes visibly widened. He clutched his microphone, bringing it up to his mouth, but no words came out.

There was no way in hell that he'd outright deny you, not even in a million years.

"I.... Well..." Jake stammered, trying his best to generate any words at all. He sucked in a sharp breath, a bashful expression making its way onto his face. "That's..."

The room filled with more laughter, alongside the teasing grins and pats on the back that Jake got from his colleagues.

"Oh, so that's what you were giggling about yesterday, lover boy..." Jay, also on the panel, quipped, his brows raised so high on his forehead that it could have touched his hairline.

"Sh-Shut up, Jay!"

Jake's chest felt fizzy. In a weird way.

A part of him felt on-edge. You and him always wanted to keep your relationship secret, for the sake of preserving it. He'd seen what the Internet did to relationships: it tore them apart. It wasn't like he name-dropped you, but he felt so... exposed, so vulnerable.

But at the same time, Jake felt his chest also swell with pride. That's right. He had a girlfriend (a hot girlfriend at that), a girlfriend that he was nefariously down bad for. He hoped everyone knew that, that he was taken and that if there was anyone that he'd spend the rest of his life with, it would be you.

Jake huffed. "Yeah, I have a girlfriend. What about it?"

No one questioned him further. Probably out of fear.

You were in the middle of trying your best to get through a conversation with some beauty guru that you knew one thing about: their personal makeup line launch failed horribly and they gave everyone hairy lipsticks. It was difficult, to say the least.

Exchanging your final regards, you quickly rushed back to your booth.

The first thing you saw when you checked your phone was a viral video, in which Jake admitted that he had a girlfriend. Your heart plummeted to your stomach when you initially read the caption, but when you watched the video, you had a difficult time processing your feelings.

Did you hate that Jake admitted that he had a girlfriend? … No, you didn’t. You didn’t at all. At a certain point, seeing the way that your boyfriend smiled so earnestly made your heart jump out of your chest. The way he was so giddy and smiley (of course, only you could tell that that was how he was feeling— to everyone else it probably looked like he was brooding) made your neck and cheeks warm up.

But, the way that the room erupted with voices and laughter, combined with the quirked brows of everyone on the panel, made you quiver.

You weren’t prepared for it, for how vulnerable you felt as a chorus of “ooh’s” filled the room.

Frankly, there were too many things that you had to focus on at the moment. You'd rather enjoy Vidcon now, and address it later, when things settle down. 

Pushing it to the back of your mind, you tucked your phone away, greeting another wave of fans. Though, not without taking an extra second to "heart" the post, adding it to your favorites folder, and rewatching the video one more time, feeling warmth and giddiness filling your chest.

As the cool night air kissed your cheeks, you fought the shy smile that seeped onto your face. It was late now, late enough that you could see all the city lights gleaming, lighting up the dark sky with blotches of all different colors.

There was a Vidcon party for creators, to celebrate the end of the event. Everyone was going. Although it was meant for any creator, there was a very exclusive VIP section; only those of high prestige could get in. Both you and Jake were invited, but upon realizing that nearly the entire hotel complex would be empty due to the popularity of the party, the two of you ditched it.

You'd been wanting to go to the rooftop hottub for a while now, but you never went because you wanted to go with Jake, and it was always too crowded for the two of you to go there comfortably. But now that everyone was gone, it was the perfect time.

Your boyfriend was already waiting for you up there, towel thrown over his shoulder with a shirt and swim trunks. His face lit up the moment he saw yours emerging from the elevator doors, rushing over to you to take your hands.

He paused for a moment. His dark eyes peered at yours, licking his lips before sucking in a sharp breath. Jake gave your forehead a peck, before saying a small "C'mon" and pulling you over to the hottub.

Jake took your towel for you, folding it next to his and perching it on a sunchair.

"They're gonna get off fireworks soon— Oh, damn," he cut himself off as you pulled your shirt over your head, revealing a bikini top. Your face scrunched up, squirming under his gaze. It's not like Jake has never seen you like this (in fact, he'd seen you in much more compromising positions), and it wasn't like he never complimented you, but as the hottub bubbled, the rosy scent of the water filling the air, you felt shy.

Jake slinked toward you, taking his own shirt off. 

"Hey there, Gorgeous," he said, his fingers playing with the hem of your shorts that had yet to be taken off. Your heart pounded in your chest, fighting the urge to squeeze your eyes shut and groan in embarrassment. You kept your eyes glued to the ground. Jake chuckled softly, before clutching your chin gently, making you look up at him.

"Don't get shy on me now, babe," Jake grinned when your lips pressed into an unconscious pout. He squished your cheek, relishing in the look of confusion painted across your face. Then, his hands fell to your hips, pulling them toward his. "You look so beautiful."

Jake's fingers hooked onto the hem of your shorts, meeting your eyes for permission before pulling them down himself, revealing your bikini bottoms.

Jake's eyes glazed over your figure, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth.

"Jaaakee," you whined, squeezing his hands.

"Sorry," Jake's eyes flickered up to your face. "I can't help it. You're just so hot, baby."

You rolled your eyes, biting back shyness, before you pulled him toward the hottub.

You rolled your eyes, biting back shyness, before you pulled him toward the hottub. 

The two of you got into the tub, sinking into the warm water, you felt your limbs relax. 

Vidcon was very fun, some of the most fun you've had in a while. But, it was very tiring, having to be around so many people at a time. And plus, it was hard not seeing your boyfriend whenever you wanted.

You pulled your knees to your chest. You could hear the loud techno music a few blocks away, probably coming from the club nearby. The bright night lights of LA was something that you could only imagine sleeping under.

Other than the sound of the city bustles, the hot tub’s jet system, and the occasional ripple of water, the night was silent.

“How was your day?” Jake broke the calm silence. The way the blueish water reflected off his skin made you dizzy.

“Good,” You cursed your voice for being so small. You swallowed the lump in your throat. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous. It was your boyfriend, for goodness’s sake!

Jake loved it when you were shy, but sometimes he was genuinely worried about you. Part of why he loved you was the game that was trying to figure out what was going on in that pretty head of yours.

He reached out for you, clutching your knee. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Your stomach churned. For a second, you thought about that video of him admitting that he had a girlfriend. It made your skin crawl, but when your boyfriend squeezed your knee, it all stopped.

"Nothing," you said simply.

There's a few pulses of silence, before Jake clicked his tongue.

"H-Hey—!"

Jake got up from the water, wrapping his hands around your waist, and hoisted you up so that your legs were thrown on either side of the body, before sitting back down so that you were perched right on top of his lap.

Your chest, nearly bare, pressed against his own bare chest in a way that made your heart race. The warmth of his skin as it contacted yours was an addicting feeling, enhanced only by the warm water surrounding you. Either it was the steam from the tub, or the heat collecting between the two of your bodies, that rose to your cheeks.

You rested your hands on his chest, your fingertips barely reaching his broad shoulders, while Jake’s hands stayed in their spot around your waist.

"C'mon," you could feel Jake's warm, strong chest rumble beneath you. "Tell me what's wrong."

Under the sky, his eyes gleamed, like two gems. For the flirt that he was, Jake was too genuine and pure of a person. The sincere worry in his eyes made you feel warm, even warmer than you felt right now. And sometimes that was enough for you.

You leaned into him, your hands coming up to cup his face. You rubbed your thumbs against his cheeks, to which he let his eyelids fall shut, relishing in the comfort that was your presence. Every time your thumb pressed against his lips, he kissed them, unable to hide the smile growing on his lips when you giggled softly.

At the corner of your eye, you spotted the purple hickey you left on him the other day. That combined with his wet hair, the water droplets temptingly running down his chest, and the fact that you were right on top of him made you feel light-headed.

Your hands left his face, and Jake opened his mouth to whine about it, but was shut up when your fingers tangled in his damp hair, pulling him in for a kiss.

It was a soft, innocent kiss, the type you gave when you just wanted to be close to him. Jake hummed against your lips, squeezing your thighs. You pulled away first, but Jake gently guided the back of your head back to his, pecking your lips.

"I just missed you," you said. You kissed his cheek. "I really missed you."

"It's only been a day," Jake teased you, but he knew better than anyone that he had absolutely no right to say that to you: he was practically dying each moment he couldn't see you.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, staring into each other's eyes. You held onto his strong shoulders, eyes glued to his lips. You were feeling needy, needy in the way that you simply wanted to be close to Jake. You were already close to him, but you wanted to be even closer. Your heart thirsted for it.

Then, you heard a rustle, whipping your head around toward the sound.

"Nuh-uh," Jake whispered in your ear, gently holding your face and guiding it to look at him. "I want you to look at me."

It wasn't until a few seconds later that you understood why Jake's tone sounded so teasing: he was referencing you and him the other day backstage. 

"Stoppp," you whined, pushing your face into his neck. "You're so annoying."

Jake laughed, his chest rumbling. He stopped to admire the way you were all pressed up against him. He could feel every curve of your body, and he could feel the way your cheeks puffed with air, your lips forming a pout. He poked your cheek.

"You're so cute, baby."

"I know."

"What's with you getting so bold?"

"You're annoying me."

"Awww, you love me so—"

Fireworks fired off in the distance, painting the gray-blue sky with bright colors. 

You stayed in your position, only your eyes moving upward to admire the show. However, Jake stayed staring straight at you, practically ignoring the fiery flowers forming in the sky. He gazed into your eyes, watching the reflection in them.

"It's so pretty," you murmur.

"Yeah," Jake felt like he was falling into your eyes, "So pretty."

Just as another round of fireworks shot up into the sky, Jake grabbed your face, crashing his lips onto yours. Your lips fit into each other well, like puzzle pieces, in a way that was so satisfying, almost like you were made for kissing Jake. But for all of the desire and roughness that the kiss was filled with, it was a soft one. 

Jake swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, making you squeal and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands kneaded your body, roaming all over you with no intention of leaving a single part of your skin untouched. Likewise, you gripped his biceps, digging your nails into his skin to keep yourself grounded.

"Fuck—" Jake mumbled against your lips, only to get cut off by your lips attacking his— "Wait—"

Jake tasted sweet, like candy. He tasted like home, like love, like everything was going to be okay no matter what. How could you pull away now? 

"B-Baby, wait—"

"Stop talking, Jakey," you pulled away briefly, only to bite his lip, pulling on the pink flesh with your teeth. You let your tongue roam his mouth, feeling the warmth as your own hands began to wander his toned chest. 

"Just kiss me," you breathed.

You kept Jake like this for a few more minutes, trapping him in the heaven that was your lips. But when your bikini top began to untie at the back, something that Jake noticed immediately, he ripped away from you.

Something in his eyes had changed.

Quietly, he tied your bikini top back for you, ignoring your confused (and very breathless) gaze.

"If you keep doing what you do to me," he began into your ear, "I don't know if I'll be able to control myself."

With that, Jake threw you over his shoulder as he hoisted himself up to his feet. He grabbed everything that you brought to the rooftop, throwing your towel over you and ignoring you fussing.

"W-Where are we goin—?!"

"Back to my room."

You were in for a night.

You and Jake were going to stay in LA for a little while longer after Vidcon, so you extended your stay in the same hotel rooms.

After last night, Jake and you fell asleep in his bed. 

It was going to be the best, Jake thought. Neither of you had anywhere to be, anyone to put on a show for. The two of you could sleep in for as long as you'd like. It didn't really matter to him, as long as he could wake up with you in his arms, he'd be all right.

Which is why Jake's heart dropped to his stomach when he woke up to you already dressed, pacing around the room nervously.

"Baby?" Jake was alarmed, even as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Baby, what happened?"

You whipped your head over to him, your expression pinch and painted with anxiety. 

"Check your phone," you muttered as you chewed your lip.

Jake did as you said. The moment he opened up his phone, his screen was filled with text messages from everyone: his colleagues, his friends, heck even his own mother. He was tagged in about a thousand posts all across his social media accounts, and his Youtube home page was plastered with his face. But not only his face. Your face too.

What caught his eye was an article from a major Internet news source that made its round across every platform.

Its headline?

Jake Sim and [Name] [Last Name] are reported to be dating.

The worst part was the cover page.

It was a photo of you and Jake, together in the hottub last night, with your arms thrown around his neck with your lips connected. When he read more into it, the photo evidence got more and more specific. Close-up pictures of Jake's neck to reveal a hickey and lipstick mark on his shirt, your smudged lipstick, a screenshot of the Sanrio plush in one of his videos, even that clip of his laugh in the background of one of your videos. Of course, the most crucial one was that clip of Jake admitting that he had a girlfriend.

This was what he wanted, wasn't it? For everyone to know about you, to be able to show you off.

Objectively, this was bound to happen.

But as Jake watched you pace around, your hands shaking as you looked like you were about to cry, he didn't feel the pride that he thought he would feel if everyone knew. He didn't feel happy, he didn't feel excited that he got to show you off. All he felt was a mix of guilt and anger.

And before he could reach out to hold your hand and pull you close, you quietly said that you were going to go on a walk, and left the hotel room.

The quiet that filled the hotel room was piercing. Jake stilled in his spot, still groggy and disheveled.

Had he always been like this?

He swore that at the beginning of your relationship, he took every measure to keep it private. Because you asked him to. Because he respected you.

Why did he throw it all away? 

He agreed to keep things private. 

But now he put you in an uncomfortable position and an even more vulnerable position than you'd ever been in before. 

Was he a bad boyfriend? Were you going to break up with him? Would your relationship with him ever be the same? That made Jake's heart palpitate. He couldn't lose you. No, he'd die. But then again, he fucked up, he knew that.

Jake ran a hand through his hair. This was an asshole move.

But he couldn't help feeling his fingers twitch for his phone when it ding'd.

The first thing he saw when he opened up Twitter were tweets at him.

And they were surprisingly... supportive?

"Emo boyfriend, cute girlfriend, the best combo!"

"Sending love to both of you. Hope you're doing well. We support you."

"I'm very pleasantly surprised."

"This is literally like Hello Kitty and Batman meeting this is crazy"

But as he scrolled deeper, he found more obscure comments.

"Feel so bad for [Name]. Her boyfriend is a freak."

"He doesn't deserve her."

And the nail in the coffin:

"No wonder they kept it a secret. I'd hide it too if someone like that was my boyfriend."

Why did you keep your relationship with him secret? Jake knew the answer to that: you just wanted to keep your personal life private.

But as Jake plunged himself deeper and deeper into the hole that was the media, he could only imagine alternative answers, and one stuck out.

Were you ashamed of him? 

Of course you would be.

You were beautiful in every capacity and just the most perfect person in the world. And Jake was just himself. You were always cute, and sometimes, Jake felt like he couldn't keep up with you. You were far out of his league. His content was considered "niche" and "obscure," of course people, maybe even you, considered him a freak.

He was a bastard, and you were a princess. He didn't blame you for being embarrassed about him.

That's why you were so anxious and against your relationship being exposed, right?

No, no, no!

Shut up, shut up, shut up, Jake thought, his hands balling into fists. You wouldn't. He knew you better than anyone, and he knew that you would never be embarrassed about him. You weren't like that, and he was a fool for even thinking of you in that way. He was being insecure and stupid.

But even so, as Jake let all the guilt, shame, anger, and anxiety settle in while he thought of an apology to you, he couldn't help but feel his insecurity seeping in.

You knew that you were overreacting. You shouldn't have left Jake in there all alone, you should have sat down and talked to him about it.

But there was something scary about having everybody's eyes on you at once, scorning you. You were a Youtuber, of course you knew what it felt like to be watched, but to have the entire internet so hellbent about your personal life made you jump into your own skin.

You just took a walk along the early city streets, you reflected upon yourself.

Why did you keep your relationship with Jake secret? 

Part of it was privacy. You didn't want the internet to interfere with your personal life, of course. 

But it wasn't like you wanted to hide your love for your boyfriend forever. It wasn't like you wanted to stow him away somewhere no one could find him. You were both adults, and you had to start living at some point.

You'd be lying if you said that you never thought about making a cute video with him, if you said you never wanted to post a cheesy anniversary picture on Instagram with a long caption just for him, if you said you never wanted the world to know that Jake Sim was yours.

You remembered the first time you and Jake talked about keeping it private. He was unsure, but because he cared so much about you, he agreed. Had you ever stopped to think about how he felt? You may have wanted to keep your relationship quiet, but did he? To a degree, there was something selfish about you, both now and in the past. You wanted to preserve yourself and your feelings, but you never even considered how Jake felt.

You were afraid, you felt vulnerable and too exposed to the world. But you cared far more about Jake than those fleeting emotions. Desire outweighed fear, you had to see him now.

But as you marched back to your hotel, your mind racing as you came up with paragraphs of words that you'd spill to Jake, you began to notice your worst nightmare.

A group of men, each with massive cameras that had even bigger microphones. 

They called themselves the paparazzi, but they were really only middle-aged men that made money off of being invasive towards people half their age.

Maybe you should have worn a hat, or something, as you were in a camera-infested area that was even more infested with celebrities and influencers. As they approached you, you quickened your steps, trying to get as far as you could from them. You tried your best not to make eye-contact, but alas, they got to you before you could escape.

"[Name]?" one of them called out your name, practically running to you.

Oh my god, you thought, ignoring them as you sped up. Please not right now.

"[Name], are you dating Jake Sim?" The sound of your boyfriend's name out of their mouths made your stomach churn. You kept walking, but you could feel them pointing their massive cameras at you, taking any measure to make a buck off of you.

You had a few choices.

You could make a run for it. Though, you had about six men double your age who would probably chase you down.

You could also give in to them, and give very vague answers. That would require a lot of patience, and simply, you wanted to go kiss your boyfriend, not talk to these so-called paparazzis.

Your last option was the one that seemed the most appealing, but could stir the pot of the media even more and it would give the tabloids what they wanted: you could tell them off and shut them down completely. The only issue was that you were the cutesy, sweet, Sanrio Hello Kitty girl. You've talked about adult topics before, but for you to be hostile and mean to another person? That was completely unheard of to anyone on the Internet. It would also be very reactive, and the media could twist that into something more.

But you wanted to get out of there.

You wanted to go see Jake. If you had to throw a few curse words at people if it meant that you could go home to Jake, then you'd use every curse under the sun.

"[Name], everyone is saying that your relationship with Jake Sim is real and not a publicity stunt. Any comment on that-?"

You were getting irritated.

You stopped in your tracks, turning over your shoulder.

"Will you fuck off?" Your gaze hardened on the group of men shoving cameras in your faces. You didn't even bother looking into the lens. "It's 10 in the morning, I don't have time for this."

"We didn't mean to offend you, [Name], we just wanted to know your relationship with Jake Si—"

You huffed to yourself, rolling your eyes. They loved acting polite only to violate your privacy. 

"Cut the bullshit, okay?" you narrowed your eyes. You were only a few meters from the hotel entrance, and they were still stalking you with their massive cameras. How shameless. 

Your anger was bubbling up inside you. It was rising, rising so much that you could feel it attempting to spill out of your mouth.

"You want to make a quick buck off of me so bad?" You stepped through the hotel doorway.

If the media was so curious about your life, and if they wanted to go so far as to try to disrupt your relationship, you wouldn't give them that satisfaction.

Everyone loved seeing what you were doing, everyone loved to watch you. It was your job to put on a show, to give people what they wanted. If you wanted to live, then you'd have to accept that.

You were an influencer, a micro-celebrity. You could make tides move if you wanted to. Why be so fearful of the eyes of so many?

But more than anything, you were a performer. And if that's what they wanted from you, that's what they'll get.

"Fine," you huffed. "I'll give you a story: me and Jake have been together for six years. In fact, we met each other in high school when he was my Physics lab partner. Go investigate that, won't you?"

With that, you slammed the hotel entrance door in their faces.

Jake swore he heard the trumpets of heaven when the hotel room door cracked open, revealing you.

He'd been waiting in front of it for a while now, and he jerked up immediately as he saw your face. He jumped right to his feet, ready to spill every word he thought of on you. You deserved an explanation.

But all you did was raise your hand, silencing him instantly. Instead, you took off your shoes, took his arm, and pulled him with you to the bed. You motioned for him to lay down, and did so yourself.

Jake stared at you like you were insane. Were you not going to yell at him? Why weren't you hitting him or telling him that you wanted to break up with him? Should he be on his knees begging you to stay at this point? But he complied (because of course he did, it was you).

You laid on his chest in silence, pressing your cheek up against him. 

That made his mind wander.

Maybe you were trying to ease him into a hard conversation. Maybe you were going to forget this until later.

He didn't want that. No, you deserved to hear what he had to say. If you were going to leave him, Jake wanted to say everything that he wanted to.

"I'm sorry," Jake blurted. The silence was deafening, before you took a deep breath, turning over onto your stomach so that your chin laid on his chest.

"What for?"

The gentle look in your eye as you looked at him made Jake choke up himself. He had to hold back or he'd start sobbing.

"For going against your wishes a-and..." Jake searched through his mind for all the words he practiced, but nothing came to mind. Not with you looking at him like you still loved him. "And for telling people about our relationship. I—I shouldn't have done that and I'm sorry for disrespecting the promise w-we made.... And... And—"

Jake sucked in a loud, sharp breath. His eyes were getting watery. He took your hands in his, squeezing them. 

"And I know that you're ash—ashamed of me, and I know that y-you won't— you won't want to be with me anymore, but—"

"Wait what?" you interrupted him, squeezing hands back. "I'm not ashamed of you, Jakey."

Jake stared at you.

Jakey.

"I'm not breaking up with you either. What makes you think that?"

The gate that was holding back Jake's emotions broke.

Jake let the tears that he tried so hard to hold back roll down his face. He let out a sob before he clamped a hand over his mouth.

You didn't hate him? You still wanted to be with him?

You instantly threw your leg over his hips, straddling him as you pulled his head to your chest. He melted into your touch, his wet face hiding in the crook of your neck. You pet his hair, pressing kisses to the crown of his head.

"Baby," you whispered into his ear gently. "Why are you crying?"

Jake's crying only got louder, and you couldn't help but giggle. He was a total softie. The way his hold around you tightened told you enough.

Jake sniffled through his words, cutting himself off every now and then with a hiccup and more sobs. "Th-Thought you were gonna l-leave me."

Your fingers stopped in his hair. "Leave you? Why would I?"

Jake pushed his face back into your shoulder, shaking his head.

You let him cry like that for a little while longer, whispering sweet reassurances in his ear as you patted his back. 

And when he was ready, the two of you talked it out, because that's what people did when they loved each other. You exchanged apologies, explained to each other your thought processes, and created an agreement: start anew, and you both didn’t mind that your relationship was now public, and if either of you disagreed, you had to voice it immediately. You ended it with a kiss.

You clicked the camera on, checking in the viewfinder that you were in-frame. You were back at home, the pink Hello Kitty decorations in your room, as well as the scent of strawberries, surrounding you. 

“Hi, everyone!” you smiled brightly, clasping your hands together. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you all. How are you?”

You chatted about a few updates since Vidcon, telling about your wonderful experience there and how you were so happy to meet all your fans.

“Now, onto the video!”

You peered to the side, where you spotted Jake sitting at the edge of your bed, waiting intently for your cue.

“Oh, Jakey!” you said in a sing-songy voice. “Come out now!”

With that, Jake popped into frame, dorkily saying a quick hi before plopping down onto the chair beside you.

“Today, I will be doing my boyfriend’s makeup!” you chirped happily. “Are you ready, boyfriend?”

The two of you shared a grin.

“Of course, girlfriend.”

[kimdokja-real]

Kim Dokja's Entire Life Story

Born: Had a C Section Because He Didn't want to come out into the world.

Almost died from a High Fever at Being Given the Wrong Name, a Name that was Angelic (which was actually the Right Name, but God's burden).

2-4 years old: Was alone as his parents went out to work

2-4 years old: Met me in the garden from a portal and our friends came and Together we learnt Magic such as Flying, Secretive Plotter never knew how to fly and always fell down while Yoo Joonghyuk laughed.

Kim Dokja was Scared of Flying as He Flew up to a Roof and Almost Fell Down, So He Flew Sparingly.

I had teleportation magic and we decided to travel the world as kids. Kim Dokja also learned Magic. I reassured Kim Dokja we would always make it back in time before his parents came home and found out he was gone.

So we traveled the world as Kids with our Magic and had tons of fun together. We met high standing figures like Elon Musk and Taylor Swift who transformed themselves to kids to play with us. (Btw Kim Dokja's Real Name Starts with X, so Twitter became X. out of nowhere.)

We were Happy. However, one day. Kim Dokja almost got Hit by a Car. It was a very close call and he could have died. I was scared, he was very scared. And for some reason on that day, I felt we needed to go back as soon as possible. So I teleported Kim Dokja back to his house and left just before his parents came back.

His parents came back and there was a puddle of water on the floor. It was Kim Dokja's Water Elemental Magic. His parents, especially his Mother Scolded him like Hell for not cleaning up the water on the floor (basically used very unsuitable energy, in the universe there's just suitable good energy and unsuitable bad energy, Everything is Energy). Kim Dokja almost cried but he held back his tears.

But after that, Kim Dokja couldn't do Water Elemental Magic anymore. Kim Dokja was very Sad, Eventually I Couldn't Come to Him from the other world. Our Friends too. Kim Dokja was Sad and Alone and Lost all His Magic.

Kim Dokja was Sad, and He Altered Reality, Turning Back Time. Which means Our Reality of Being Kids Traveling the World with Magic still Existed, but Kim Dokja Forgot about it. Instead, Kim Dokja altered Reality with Hope to a Happy Childhood where his parents took him out to various places like the Singapore Zoo, Night Safari, see crocodiles, play with dolphins, the Beach, along with his brothers sometimes and his parents Loved him enough and Kim Dokja was Happy as a Kid.

However, something happened and Kim Dokja couldn't pursue that Reality anymore. Kim Dokja couldn't be Happy as something in the world happened and he was God, and Kim Dokja had no Choice to Revert back to a Sad Reality because of the Responsibility as God. He Couldn't Have Fun while something in the World was Suffering. As God. Kim Dokja was Crying, and Didn't Know Why. It was the World

So Kim Dokja altered Time to the Saddest Reality Ever. God's Happy Time Had Ended, it was Time for God to Suffer for the World (Without Anyone Knowing He Was God). Basically, Humans Screwed Up More Than Expected. God Had To Take Charge.

2-4 years old: Kim Dokja didn't remember anything about this time.

5 years old: Kim Dokja was in a Void, as Consciousness. He was Only in his Mind, and he was blind as light. He Felt like a Being about to be Born but Lost in the Darkness, despite being The Creator of the Universe.

5 years Old: Kim Dokja was Born. He Came into Consciousness in Kindergarten Right in Front of the Kindergarten Teacher and Said it was the First Time He Became Conscious.

Being God, He Knew the situation, the Kind Kindergarten teacher was leaving and the kindergarten was doing a Farewell play. He Even had Memories of the Kind Kindergarten teacher. He Knew Nothing about Being God.

But the Kindergarten teacher was, unbeknownst to Kim Dokja, a Bad, Evil Person. The Kindergarten teacher decided to send a nice farewell to the Kind kindergarten Teacher, they would do a Play. A Play of Them All Acting as Babies. Either Baby A or Baby B.

Kim Dokja was of Course Offended (even though he didn't know he was God, he was Highly Intelligent). So when it came to do the practice for being a Baby, He Rebelled.

He Got Scolded by the Kindergarten Teacher for Why He Was Not Doing, it was Very Negative Energy. Kim Dokja got Angry and Said His Best Friend Wasn't Doing it Either, He Turned To His Best Friend For Hope, But His Best Friend Was Scared at the Kindergarten Teacher's Look and He Sucked On A Bottle as Baby B. The Kindergarten Teacher Looked at Kim Dokja, Satisfied. Kim Dokja's Heart was broken as his Only Hope Was Gone.

Kim Dokja being Kim Dokja Rebelled More And Said He was Not Going To Do it. The Teacher got Angry and Scolded Kim Dokja. The Teacher Said "You Have No Discipline!" Kim Dokja Shouted Back, "I Have Discipline!" Kim Dokja Knew the World Discipline from Reading Books On His Own at 2-4 years old. The Kindergarten Teacher Got Angrier and Scolded Kim Dokja Until He Cried. Until He Surrendered and Sucked On a Bottle Pretending as Baby B But His Glare Never Left the Kindergarten Woman Teacher.

When it Came to the Day of the Play, Kim Dokja Pretended to be Baby B and all the Kids Crawled like Babies to a Very Lame 'I'm A Baby' Music (I'm not Kidding you) and also Sucked on Bottles. As Kim Dokja Sucked on a Bottle as Baby B (Pretending), He Saw the Disappointed Face of the Kindergarten Teacher and Felt Guilty, Thinking He Could Have Done Something To Stop it. He Had Wanted To Make the Kindergarten Teacher Happy With a Nice Drama Play. This Kid didn't know he was God then, but He Knew He Was Special.

Kim Dokja's Best Friend Relationship with that Guy Fell out and he went to the Girls instead, he made a Girl his friend but because of that, He Never Really Connected with people as Friends.

(Which could mean Kim Dokja was best friends with that Guy who Betrayed Him, But He Had to Enter the Void after that For Some Reason, Yeah Again for the World So He Forgot, then Remembered.)

Kim Dokja Did Give Himself A Little Happy Time By Turning Back Time and Experiencing the Kind Kindergarten Teacher, who gave them Ribena sweets and Ribena drinks and was kind and happy to the kids, including Kim Dokja of course, who was Happy and felt pleased and shy in front of the Kind Kindergarten teacher, Kim Dokja was a Normal kid learning ABCs (but knowing how to Read from books he read alone lately), playing with building blocks, He was Happy Enough.

That Couldn't Be Forever So Kim Dokja Returned to the Real Reality, the Saddest Reality Ever.

Kim Dokja Graduated from Kindergarten Eventually, his mother talked to him. And...he still wasn't close with the girl friend. His mother encouraged him to go to the same school as her, but He refused.

Kim Dokja Read Enid Blyton Books on His Own, like over 20+, one of the stories contained a story about a girl offered to the dragon as sacrifice for the village, the hero came to save her, but she stood strong and brave, that was actually Kim Dokja but Kim Dokja Didn't Know and felt awe and admiration for the bravery of the girl. And she was his inspiration for a while.

(I may have gotten Mixed up in time, this guy is a master with Time then he Makes Himself Forget, so yeah, Lord is just Doing His best Here.)

One Day Kim Dokja was Driven to his brother's School, and while Waiting in the Car, His Mother said the Brother was in the Hall, Kim Dokja Didn't Know what a Hall was, but He Thought He Heard Hell, and That was Very Negative Energy and He Worried That His Brother Was in Hell and How Would He Come Back Alive? Kim Dokja Was actually Experiencing Hell Spiritually For His Brother, and Was Surprised and Relieved WHen His Brother Finally Came Down, And yeah surprised he was alive and Normal. Then his Brother talked and explained that he came down from the Hall, and Kim Dokja Realized what it was.

Kim Dokja Eventually attended the same school as his brother, in the first year he was quiet but popular because of his good english skills, even the Class Monitor Liked him, the Teacher was nice and kind and gave out Sweets but Kim Dokja didn't feel like Speaking much for some reason, (it was God's burden).

Second year more or less the same, Third year Kim Dokja had to deal with a naughty student who refused to pay attention in class or do his homework and called Kim Dokja annoying but for some reason Kim Dokja felt Responsibility over that student, Kim Dokja helped that student a lot, the student liked him but when it came time to say goodbye, he was tsundere and said 'Yeah you were so annoying, Glad you'll be gone' Kim Dokja was Dense and Didn't Know and Took it to Heart.

Kim Dokja entered 4th Year, his School Combined with Another School, and He met this Guy and this Girl. This Guy was handsome and whom he Liked a lot (It was Actually Yoo Joonghyuk in disguise), but the Girl Sat in Front of them and said mean, nasty things to him. (The Girl actually Liked Kim Dokja and Didn't Know How to Deal with Her Feelings.) Kim Dokja and the Guy were Great Friends, and with the Girl Stealing Kim Dokja's Ruler (It's not just Stealing his Ruler, it's Very Unsuitable Energy in the Universe, Earth Exists in the Universe, the Girl was Actually Stealing God's Measurement, The Creator's Measurement.) Kim Dokja Felt Very Bad and Sad Because the Girl Was Actually Stealing The Creator's Measurement, and the Universe Didn't React Well and Kim Dokja Created the Universe.

Of Course, He Knew Nothing of This. I Know, Because I Was Watching Him From the Other World. I Remembered Everything.

I Gave some Help to that Guy, Yoo Joonghyuk who can be Pretty Dense, and Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja Devised A Plan Together To Stop The Girl from Stealing the Ruler, They Used Scotchtape or Correction Tape To Make The Ruler Unusable, Hid the Ruler Behind Yoo Joonghyuk's Back, Etc. But they Teamed up, Kim Dokja Wasn't Alone, and Kim Dokja was Really Happy. The Girl Eventually Grew Frustrated and Stopped Stealing Kim Dokja's Ruler, and Kim Dokja and the Guy Yoo Joonghyuk High-Fived. I Was Satisfied and Pleased.

5th Year Came and Kim Dokja Had To Leave The Guy. Kim Dokja was Shy, Thought the Guy was Too Handsome, and Never Confessed His Feelings for that Guy.

in 5th Year, there was a New Guy, a Genius. His English was Very Good so Kim Dokja Finally Had a Rival. Kim Dokja Liked that Guy A Bit. But while Kim Dokja got 48/50 for his Composition, the Guy Cheated and got 49/50 for his Composition, It was Actually Kim Dokja as God, But Kim Dokja Didn't Know (No One Can Beat God, Except God Himself). (That's What it Means when it Says God is in Every One of Us, He Loved Us So Much He Put A Part of Himself in Everyone,) (then Manipulated his Own Consciousness So He Wouldn't Know). Kim Dokja had a Long Standing Rivlary with that Guy.

The Class was Good and actually Loved Kim Dokja for his Unique Personality, Kim Dokja was Quiet but Authoritative when it Came Down to it, He Spoke with Power and Respect and even the Delinquents would ask Meekly if they could borrow his Stationery (actually The Creator's stuff, but Kim Dokja Didn't Know). Kim Dokja was Dense, He had Friends, And People Who Admired Him, But He Never Knew How Much They Loved Him, Only That They Liked Him A Lot.

One Day while Kim Dokja was Sitting alone Waiting for His Mother, the Genius Guy Came Down To Him and Talked to Him. He Actually Had A Crush on Kim DOkja, But Kim Dokja Didn't Notice. He was Just Honoured that the Genius Guy Wanted To Know Him Better And To Be Friends, the Genius Guy Asked, ANd Kim Dokja Gave Him His Phone Number. They Became Fast Friends from Rivals, Texting Each Other. Kim Dokja Forgot about Yoo Joonghyuk.

I Forgot to Add, Stupid Han Sooyoung, at 8 Years Old, Kim Dokja Had an Almost Divorce Situation. Suddenly Out of Nowhere His Mother Screamed at His Father that She Wanted A Divorce. His Father Tried to Calm His Mother Down, but His Mother was Just Screaming, Kim Dokja and His Brothers Took Notice. They Came Out of Their Rooms, and Yeah This is the One We Talked About. Kim Dokja Saw His Mother Trying to Climb out the Window Saying She Would Commit Suicide and His Father Trying to Stop Her. Eventually His Mother Stopped (By Kim Dokja of Course) But She Got Very Angry. Kim Dokja Went Downstairs to Hide, and His Mother Threw the Television Down the Stairs. Yes, the Fucking Television. It Broke, it was Very Negative Energy, and the Big Brother Cried Out and Asked What He was Doing, His Mother Took Out the Cane, and Caned the Big Brother Until He Hid Behind the Sofa, Scared. The Other Brother Screamed also "What the Hell Do You Think You're Doing, You Can't Just Throw the Television Down the Stairs!" The Mother Shouted at him until He Cried A Bit. Kim Dokja was Experiencing all of the Negative Energy Which was Hell and He Couldn't Say anything. Eventually the Mother left the House Shouting that she would go off to her Mother's house.

Kim Dokja finally Moved, the brother was crying, the Big Brother was Hiding behind the Couch still and Kim Dokja Ran up the Stairs To Ask for his Father's Help for the Broken Family. Kim Dokja Saw his Father Crying. He Stopped at the Door and just Stared. The Strongest Man He Knew in his LIfe was just lying down there, Crying silently. Kim Dokja felt something and quietly retreated, Swearing that he would be the one Holding Responsibility from then on, He was the Only One Who Could Move, The Entire Family Was Broken.

The Very Next Day, His Mother Came to Pick Him Up Like It was Normal, Leaving Kim Dokja Very Confused, and Very Confused on his Parents', Parent's Intentions.

Back to Kim Dokja's 5th Year, then his 6th Year, Kim Dokja was so talented he Read books under the table while the Teacher taught and still got his composition put on the video projector by the Teacher and said, "Learn from (insert Kim Dokja's birth name here), Look at the answers." Kim Dokja was Like, "I Was Just Reading Book Under the Table, the Composition was Too Easy."

Anyway, Kim Dokja was Loved. One Day, they went to the Dentist. Kim Dokja was very Scared of the Dentist, then there was this Guy, before the Dentist, He Took a Photo of Kim Dokja Being Scared of the Dentist and Laughed. Kim Dokja was Scared and Horrified and Cried. Kim Dokja was Cool and Calm in the class and They had Never Seen Him Cry Before. The Entire Class Including the Gangster Delinquent Guys Suddenly Got Angry. They Threw the Guy Down and Beat Him Up While Waiting for the Dentist, the Girls Shouted and Yelled At Him For Bullying Kim Dokja. Kim Dokja was Sacred and Ran Away To the Canteen, Also He Felt Embarrassed For Crying, He Knew the Class Had Never Seen Him Like That Before.

Kim Dokja Didn't Recognize It Was Love.

Kim Dokja was at the Water taps place Washing his face, trying to stop Crying. Then the Guy came and said "I'm Very Sorry." But God, Kim Dokja Got Angry For Once and Didn't Reply, the Guy Said "I'm Really Very Very Sorry." Kim Dokja Ignored for once and Walked away coolly. He then Met his friends who were Girls and they asked him if he was alright, saying they had taught the Ivan Guy a Lesson, Kim Dokja Said He was Fine, and I think the Delinquent Gangster Guys (they really were) Asked him if he was fine too, He Said He Was Fine.

Kim Dokja Didn't Recognize that It Was Love.

He just Held Further Responsibility in his Heart, for Being Weak. He Did Not Know the Photo Flash Almost Made Him Blind in the Universe.

Kim Dokja was a Quiet Guy Who Kept to Himself, He Would Sit at this lonely place during Recess time and Reflect by himself despite being only 11/12 years Old, but his Friends the Girls found him and Asked him to join the Class table, where the entire class girls and guys welcomed him and were Happy he was there. He Did for a while before Returning to the Lonely place, and so His Friends, the Girls, Just would Automatically Go to His Place during Recess and Join Him There. Sometimes the Guys would too.

Kim Dokja didn't recognize that it was Love, he Thought it was just what his Friends Did and Shrugged Him Off.

At the Same Time, Kim Dokja was playing Maplestory when he was 11 Years Old. He was Very Pro, Good at the Game and he Reached over Level 100+. He Met these People in a Guild. Somehow he Became Good Friends with them. He Got Invited to the Guild and Eventually Became Deputy Guild Master. Kim Dokja was Happy and Proud. He Really LIked the Leader Called Gin. Then he Anyhow Promoted People to Deputy Deputy Guild Master, Because He Wanted To And They Asked.

He Got Scolded by the Leader, Until He Cried. It Was a Long Conversation, the Leader Gin Said She Was Disappointed in Kim Dokja. He Said, "I Understand, Gin." But Kim Dokja Was Actually Crying in Reality, Not Knowing What He Had Done Wrong.

It was the Universe, Again.

I Hate Myself.

They Reconciled but Kim Dokja Never Trusted Those People the Same Way. He Was Happy Playing Maplestory and Training with Them, But He Never Trusted them the Same Way. When they Wanted a Conference Call, He Was Excited and Took it. But he was Shy when the Good Guy Spoke.

They Wanted To Meet in Real LIfe. One of the Girls was His Brother's Friend's Sister. Kim Dokja Really Wanted To Go, but His Mother Forbid it. Saying they were all 20+ Years Old and They Were Only 11. So Kim Dokja Went in Spirit, And Had a Fun Time there Though He Was Still a Little Shy.

So Yes, at the mere Age of 11, Still a Kid, Kim Dokja Met and Had Conversations and Knew People who were 20+ Years Old. He was Really Mature. (More Mature than Them.)

This Dense Guy Didn't Know He Was God. He Thought He Was Just Special, and Lucky.

Maplestory wasn't all Peaceful either, one Day there was a Special event and Kim Dokja Wanted his Two Friends to Connect. But for some reason, the special event item Finally Dropped, and his Friend Shoko went to Pick it up, then suddenly his other friend Purpleness Logged out and He was Confused, He Went to Messenger to Talk to Her and She SHOUTED AT HIM, meaning in Caps...why did he like her so much, that item was hers. Kim Dokja didn't understand it was because the girl liked him, the girl went away (I think there was even a phone call), and her Boyfriend Max Said, "Don't worry, She'll Calm Down. I'll Talk to Her." But Yeah even such a little thing and an Event that was supposed to be Fun for Kim Dokja, turned Screwed up Instead. and Again Kim Dokja Cried. the Saddest Reality Of His LIfe.

Back to the 6th year, Kim Dokja was scared by a ghost by the rival guy (another small thing turned bad) but whatever, okay so in his 6th year after Exams, the children had nothing to do, So they would always Disturb Kim Dokja Reading his Book, (it was because they Really Loved Him, But He Didn't Know.) Kim Dokja got a bit upset, he just wanted to read his book in peace, (I'm skipping some parts by the way), He Knew they played Maplestory. There was a mini game so he took Cardboard and paper and drew out the monsters in the mini game and gave them to the class to play. The class was very happy and impressed, and eventually pulled Kim Dokja in (literally pulling him in, for the guy who didn't know what Love was.) Kim Dokja was Happy and Enjoyed Himself and Still Didn't Know That It Was Love.

Kim Dokja got his Results for the Leaving Examination and they were only 217 (his birth number in this life though), He should have scored 243 and Went to the best schools but again, the World.

So Kim Dokja went to an above average school and met his friends there. He made good friends with a girl, but Before that, he was bullied. Really Bullied and ostracized, for his hairstyle, they called Kim Dokja a name that means Old basically, No One Wanted to be with him. It was a shock for Kim Dokja, from being so popular in class, to falling to the bottom. But he persisted and survived, until one day a girl found him and asked if he would like to join them, why was he sitting there all alone, it was actually God saving himself, Kim Dokja Didn't Know He Put his Consciousness as God in some people to Save himself, Kim Dokja practically worshipped that Girl as his Savior and that was how he got his friends in Secondary school.

I'm skipping Secondary school because I want to get to his suffering but there was an incident in the school where Kim Dokja was peacefully reading his book and the Bully taunted him and Kim Dokja snapped and almost swung his fist at his face but stopped because he didn't want to get a discipline record, his mother would know. He actually got the respect of the bullies because of that but that's another story.

One important thing is, at Home, Kim Dokja never had a good relationship with his Mother. She would scream the house down, call the children useless, good for nothing, Especially Kim Dokja. One Day She Shouted at Kim Dokja so hard for no Reason he really cried, but his mother Got Angry and Asked Why He Was Crying. Basically she shamed Kim Dokja for his crying. Kim Dokja was still a kid and didn't know what Shame was. He Held that in his Heart and throughout his Life, he Cried Alone, Not Letting Anyone See His Tears. He Thought Crying was Shameful.

Even Now in the Afterlife.

After he Discovered He Was God.

ANyway for the school, once the bullying Ended, Kim Dokja was chosen to be Class Monitress, and He Handled all the Admin stuff, coming to school early so He could get the Class Key and Open the class door for the Class. Because of this, one incident, girls wanted his help again, saying their physical education stuff was locked in the classroom so they found kim dokja during recess time, he got away from his book and Kindly helped them open the classroom door, they were happy and relieved, He Asked, "Is this Alright?" They Said, "Yes, Thank you!" Funnily Enough, there was the Same girls who gossiped about Kim Dokja and bullied him a little (like, it was nature to speak bad about and bully Kim Dokja in the class.)

Because of his one act of kindness, the girls talked to other people saying he isn't as bad as he seems and Kim Dokja became popular in the school. Not just class. They would talk about how Kind he was, How Mysterious, How Interesting, How He's an Enigma, He's just Special. Some of them even Believed he was God (I Know, As I Was Watching. He Didn't...Still Doesn't.)

Of course, he Didn't Recognize this popularity, his Scars were too much. When he went up to Receive Best in English Reward for at least the 4th time and the Entire School was Clapping (Not an Exaggeration), Kim Dokja Didn't Recognize the Love the Entire School Had For Him. He Just felt Pleased and when the Principal said Proudly and With Love, "Congratulations", He said, " Thank You." Earnestly When Really it Should Have Been A Hug.

(Kim Dokja Has Never Been Hugged In His Life.)

Kim Dokja was Also Famous and Popular for his Fanfiction for the Drama, You're Beautiful, People Loved and Admired Him So Much, They Didn't Even Care that it was BL, Gay, That They Were Reading, Or that they didn't Watch the Drama (Because of Him, They Went to Watch It, Korean Dramas were Popular at that Time. They Let Him Know it was Great, Trying to Show Love, But He Was Dense) His Fanfiction Got Passed Along Class and Even to Other Classes (He Didn't Know, This is going to be a Staple Statement. This Guy is Very Dense and We Love Him) And Eventually to the Whole School. I'm Not Even Kidding. That Means Classes Below Them too, Senior to Junior Which Never Practically Happens. God

One Day I Will Talk to this Guy About What Really Happened to His Bl Fanfiction in Secondary School........How the Whole School Got To Know Him.

Kim Dokja was Just Confused Why He Was So Popular Suddenly. Yeah Omniscient Reader, "I Hadn't Done Anything." "I Didn't Do Anything."

People from other Classes wanted to Know him and Said they Wanted to be his Friend, but Because of the Bullying, Kim Dokja Thought they were Joking with him (Even though the bullies, one of the Bullies Named Joe Fell for Him After that Almost Punch, I'm Not Even Kidding! ANd Kim Dokja Knew. He Just Ignored the Guy, this Guy Can Be Cold When He Wants To Be. Knowing how it would Hurt him.)

(Kim Dokja just Kept all the Scars Deep Inside His Heart, So He Couldn't Experience LIfe, As It Was Meant To Be Experienced. He was Always the Helping One, He Never Talked to Anyone About His Problems.)

He Never Trusted Anyone.

God Never Trusted Anyone But Himself.

Crazy Han Sooyoung Typing OUt all of Kim Dokja's Life, I'm Not Even Saving it As a Draft.

Anyway with his friends another falling out happened and yeah his two friends were in a relationship, they quarreled, a falling out happened, Kim Dokja was left to pick up the pieces, talk to both of them and make them get along well again. So Kim Dokja is just, used to Helping people. Used to helping people.

Skip this school, and eventually Kim Dokja lost contact with his friends. While he was doing his own business, spiritual business, his ' Best friend' said it was not practical and would not work, making Kim Dokja Cry Like Crazt, this was the Same Friend who Rescued him from Bullying. Kim Dokja's Heart Was Broken Multiple Times. It Physically Hurt

(The Universe Wished He Could Have Held Him Then.)

Skipping, Kim Dokja Cried when he got a B from English, when he was at Top of the school for English, Cambridge Marked it. His English Teacher said, "Show you're Stronger than this." So Kim Dokja was forced to hide his Tears again.

Kim Dokja was always Forced to be Strong.

He Never got to Speak about his emotions and feelings.

There was one good thing that happened, time to Leave the school, the class monitress decided Everyone would write something good about Someone while they sat in a circle. When Kim Dokja's Paper came back, it was Filled with Love (I Wish he Hadn't Thrown it Away)...but Kim Dokja only Recognized the Praise about his English. Even with rude people confessing to him they actually really liked him. Nope the Guy didn't recognize that maybe he was a Deity at all.

Skipping, Kim Dokja wrote Digimon fanfic, every fic he Wrote, he was Flamed, he cried, until he stopped. I Cried

Skipping, Kim Dokja in 17-18 years old! You Guessed it, Kim Dokja was Loved by the class Again but he Didn't process it. He got a group of girl friends again who called themselves Silent Sisters and made him feel Awkward. (God has to Deal with Girls a Lot) Kim Dokja got Assigned to be Leader again. He was Project Work Leader and had to deal with a Smart but Rebellious Anyhow Delinquent who made people pissed off, Everyone except Kim Dokja and a Slacker. And the Slacker and the other Slacker got A for Project Work while Kim Dokja got B.

What else, his Literature Teacher Didn't like him but he was bold enough to sit next to her and open up his phone in class and when she asked he Said Simply, "I'm Taking Notes, and Showed the Phone to Her." Everyone sucked in Economics so his Fierce Economics Teacher Pinned All Her Hopes on Kim Dokja. Kim Dokja and ' Women' Lol.

Leaving out some parts of Kim Dokja life because I want to get to the suffering part! Send an ask if you want to know.

Anyway Kim Dokja Did say those were the Best 2 Years Of His Life. He Had a Surprise Birthday Party And Was Very Happy, His Birthday Was Never Celebrated Before.

Ok, this is True Suffering.

In University, Kim Dokja was Obsessed about the Durarara Fandom (what Yoo Joonghyuk Spoke about). He Wrote Fanfiction which was Popular enough and eventually Theories (Like Those He Wrote for Dokjoong). He Put it in his Fanfiction and Eventually Made a Tumblr Blog to Share them.

One Day He Got an Idea for a Theory called The Butterfly and The Camellia. This Theory Blew Up Overnight, Giving Kim Dokja who was unknown 200+ notes including being reblogged by popular people in the fandom.

Kim Dokja was surprised but Happy, not knowing such a Miracle could Ever happen to him.

Kim Dokja experienced Heavenly bliss, with doubts for a little while. People sent in messages of praise, calling him a genius, and saying he Gave them Hope for their favourte pairing, Shizaya.

(By the way Random but I Han Sooyoung The Universe Am Kim Dokja's Best Friend.)

But the popular people got jealous and sent in anon hate, they even reblogged his posts and made posts, claiming he said things which he actually didn't. So a Fandom War started over Kim Dokja, God, with Most of them Being on God's side and feeling Betrayed the popular people would harass and bully someone New, a New Genius in the fandom, and the bad people on the other side.

Kim Dokja was in the Middle of it all, and Felt Everything as God, and as Himself. He Felt Immensely Guilty, He was New to Tumblr and a Fandom War for the Most Popular Pairing Ever (Omniscient Reader Hadn't Come Out Yet) Had Started Over Him.

He Didn't See the Love.

People sent in Encouraging Messages to Kim Dokja, an anon would call him a bitch and the next moment another anon would come in with a message and say you're the bitch and you're the one who has no friends, 'she' has friends who care about her while you're all lonely...

Kim Dokja still had scars in his heart, from being Bullied, called useless, nothing by his Mother, a Waste, (even though he was God) so...............he couldn't comprehend the Love. People fighting for his sake, even though They never knew him before.

Kim Dokja Doesn't Know What an Amazing Person He is.

It's the Same, Here, Omniscient Reader, Jung Heewon Was Ready to Die For His Sake, Yoo Joonghyuk Changed his Attitude and Got Attached to Him, Even Me Han Sooyoung Took Responsibility for Him, Kim Dokja Didn't Know How Much People Loved him. And How Amazing A Person We Saw Him As.

He Didn't Know Why We Did Not Want Him To Go Into That Train, He Was Lost In His Own Thoughts

(This is Because as The Creator of the Universe, He Held Huge Responsibility for Creating the Universe, and Was Always Alone In His Own Thoughts.)

(Yeah, the Bible Never Said God Was Happy.)

In His Real life on this Earth, as you can see, He Also Still Doesn't Know How Amazing A Person He Is to Influence Everyone So Naturally And Get all Their Attention, even Former Bullies, He Just Kept the Scars Deep in His Heart.

(God, I Haven't even Gotten to his God Part Yet.)

Kim Dokja couldn't Comprehend the Love. Eventually one of the popular people Really bullied him, and he Snapped, saying they were treating him like an Outcast, the Outcast from Durarara, Izaya, (Whom He Actually Was in a Past Life). People blamed him, the popular person whined and said her grandmother was in the hospital, she couldn't deal with this shit.........

Before that though, there was So Much Negative Energy from the Popular people, Kim Dokja fell Sick. The DNA in his brain was literally altered, it was so bad God was hospitalized. Kim Dokja Suddenly had a New Condition, Kim Dokja got Acid Reflux. Acid in the stomach goes up to your throat, for God, it went up to his brain (He didn't know).

It was so bad Kim Dokja pleaded for the doctors to save him, they looked down at him coldly. He was transferred to a bed, his mother at his side, and he Burned in Hellfire throughout the Entire night.

Kim Dokja Thought He Was Going To Die. Only He Thought What Would Happen to His Readers of His Fanfiction If He Died? Kim Dokja Felt the Will to Survive and Carry On.

(Kim Dokja Wouldn't Have Died, His Body is Immortal.)

When Dawn broke, the Acid which was Hell left, and Kim Dokja survived.

Then he returned home where the popular person complained about her grandmother in the hospital...Kim Dokja felt so guilty even though he was the One who Almost Died in the Hospital...and apologized and said he was Sorry, and to End it here.

The Fandom War Ended then, but the Scars on Kim Dokja's Heart Never Recovered.

By the way, those Popular people who bullied him, were formerly his friends, calling him sweet and apologizing for rambling...but when he posted his Theory, they changed their attitude and bullied him. Scared their popularity would be taken away.

Kim Dokja Continued to Write for Shizaya, do Theories and Analyses, but throughout 1 and a Half Years, He always felt Deep down inside he wasn't worthy. Did people really like his analyses and theories?

You heard it in our Recording, Kim Dokja Running away from Love. He asked Quietly, 'Will people really like this?'

Yes, every moment of Kim Dokja's Life is Sufffering, I mean, there's Suffering Throughout all of Kim Dokja's Life, No Matter What He Does. Always Something Bad Happening. In A Way, It is Worse than His Life in Omniscient Reader. Kim Dokja Didn't Know Magic and Mystical Things and the Universe Was Real. The Kim Dokja in Omniscient Reader Knew.

This is Why It's the Saddest Reality Ever.

Deep in his Heart, I Don't Think He Believes He's God.

God Suffered Too Much.

I Don't Think He Believes He's The Creator.

Kim Dokja was God, So He Was Very Loved Throughout All His LIfe, But He Never Recognized He Was Loved.

He Only Saw the Bad Things (His Responsibility)

...Even Now in the Afterlife, He Still Doesn't Recognize It Was Love.

Our God.

Moving on. (Like Kim Dokja Always Does.)

Kim Dokja Eventually left the DUrarara fandom by Magically finding the Tsukiuta anime. He Entered the Tsukiuta Fandom and shipped HajiShun and Felt so much better.

This Guy Never Gave Up.

He made friends there who shipped HajiShun like him, and wrote The End and The Beginning, which would be the most popular Tsukiuta fic Ever for the small fandom. He also did his usual Theories and Analyses and He was Popular and Loved there.

Then, He Met Someone. He Met Yoo Joonghyuk.

Yoo Joonghyuk also shipped HajiShun and was a reader of his fic, The End and The Beginning. Yoo Joonghyuk was Kim Dokja's Fan, but Shy to talk to Kim Dokja. So He Made Up An Excuse, He Wanted to Draw for Kim Dokja's Fic, This Way He Had a Reason to Contact Kim Dokja.

Kim Dokja was fascinated at First Sight, because Yoo Joonghyuk, saikiyuuki, sounded like Hajime.

They somehow ended up talking a while and Becoming friends. Kim Dokja Discovered his Personality was like Shimotsuki Shun, So He Started to Act like Shun, Since He Got A Hajime. He Was Very Happy.

Acting Like His Favourite Character (You Guessed It, Actually Him.)

But this time, He Did Know He Was Shimotsuki Shun. He Just Never Told Anyone.

Eventually, He Became Popular as Shimotsuki Shun and Found People who were like the Tsukiuta Characters and Forrmed the Tsukiuta Group.

Yoo Joonghyuk as Hajime also Formed his own Tsukiuta Group.

Yoo Joonghyuk Invited Kim Dokja to Discord Which he was Lazy to Join but Eventually He Did, and People were Amazed at the Real Shun in Real Life While Kim Dokja was just Confused and Clung onto Yoo Joonghyuk, who Acted Cool but Secretly Was Very Happy Since He Already Was In Love with Kim Dokja.

They Became Known as the Shun and Hajime of the Fandom. People Loved Seeing their Favourite Characters and Pairing in Real Life.

However, Yoo Joonghyuk had a Secret. He had Supernatural abilities. He Knew when someone was going to Die, and he could see Ghosts.

The Most Important thing is

(Won't you let Yoo Joonghyuk Actually Type?)

(No, Han Sooyoung Types Everything. Ways of Survival.)

(...)

(...Ways of Survival.)

(WAYS OF FUCKING SURVIVAL KIM DOKJA DID YOU PLAN THIS FROM THE BEGINNING GOD.)

(...All the Ways He Survived in His Human Life.)

(God, They Said Ways of Survival Was Long. Each Chapter would be spent Describing details, the Underworld food details was 3-4 pages. I'm Trying to Cut this Down to the Important parts As Soon As I can. Kim Dokja's Life, Ways of Survival, is Long!)

(...Ways of Survival Indeed.)

(Kim Dokja you are the Real Character of Ways of Survival. The Protagonist.)

(Kim Dokja, you are the Real Protagonist of Ways of Survival.)

(God.)

The Most Important thing is, Kim Dokja told Yoo Joonghyuk He was a Human Observer, Something He Had Never Told Anyone.

Yoo Joonghyuk was the Only Person Kim Dokja Trusted To Let Him Know About Himself.

........Even now in the Afterlife, He Listens to Only Yoo Joonghyuk.

(The Recording.)

But I'll Get Him to Listen to Me...

Yoo Joonghyuk Replied by Saying He Was Also somewhat of a human observer, shared his life, Kim Dokja was happy there was someone like him.

They became close, fast friends, Kim Dokja in his Shun personality hugged and cuddled Yoo Joonghyuk who was Hajime and Kim Dokja was so Happy.

But they did have a rivalry before falling in love. Eventually, they got into a relationship somehow and had sex.

The Discord server they created of the Tsukiuta people, was Happy. Kim Dokja was Happy.

Suddenly, Yoo Joonghyuk Said He was Coming to Kim Dokja's Country for a Cosplay Convention, this had been Planned before he even Met Kim Dokja, Kim Dokja was Happy at the Coincidence.

But when Yoo Joonghyuk came, after the Happy Kim Dokja clinging onto Yoo Joonghyuk's arm in Orchard Road, Kim Dokja encountered another problem. He suddenly felt very Sick and felt Yoo Joonghyuk was in deep trouble about his 'trial' (Yoo Joonghyuk mentioned he had to take a Trial for his powers somewhere in April). He messged Iku but he couldn't help much, Kim Dokja Felt So Damn Sick Next to the Oblivious Yoo Joonghyuk. Kim Dokja Finally Pleaded for Yoo Joonghyuk To Go See Sen, his Tarot Card Friend.

So they Sat at a random table in a Restaurant and went to see Sen. Yoo Joonghyuk was totally calm while Kim Dokja was panicking. The cards were well and not well, but after that Kim Dokja felt relieved, he could breathe.

Relieved, Kim Dokja just wanted to go home. Yoo Joonghyuk was oblivious and said bye. Kim Dokja went to take the train home, but Sen followed him creepily. Kim Dokja was freaked out, but said nothing, just waved. Or something. Anyway stupid oblivious Yoo Joonghyuk.

After that day, they still Talked, and Yoo Joonghyuk said 'the cards said breaking of a relationship, don't know who' Yoo Joonghyuk thought it was a friends' breaking of a romantic relationship, the oblivious shit, but Kim Dokja felt bad because he Knew it was their romantic relationship which would be broken.

After that somehow things didn't go well, Kim Dokja felt anxious and would emotionally lash out at Yoo Joonghyuk and other people, never asking for help. He felt so bad but he couldn't Stop, it was too much for God. Eventually Yoo Joonghyuk was stressed at Art school as well, and he colluded with Kim Dokja's friends speaking bad about Kim Dokja and blaming him for Everything.

Kim Dokja knew the Group was falling apart, so he Proposed a Group Meeting. He Went Early that day. They were Early and while Kim Dokja was not there but watching, they Talked Bad about Kim Dokja, Negative energy. Kim Dokja was a little shocked and felt Hesitant to Reveal himself. In his cheerful personality.

But he eventually did. IT WAS NOT A GROUP MEETING. IT WAS AN AMBUSH.

I cannot Stress this enough. Kim Dokja was Ambushed, by Saikiyuuki, Yoo Joonghyuk who was Darkness and Dealing with too much at that Time. Everyone suddenly attacked him, his former friends, saying Why wouldn't he leave Yoo Joonghyuk alone, 'Hajime-san doesn't want you anymore.' And Kim Dokja just Fucking cried. (Caps because he Cried that much.)

Kim Dokja couldn't stop Crying.

His own group Procella tried to cheer him up, saying they still Believe in Shun-san, but Kim Dokja's Heart was already closed.

Skip. Kim Dokja no longer felt like Shun, he tried to talk to Yoo Joonghyuk, it was an on off thing wit only Kim dokja making the effort, he tried slow steps like touching his hair, no more hugging or cuddling, Yoo Joonghyuk was ambiguous about it.

Kim Dokja tried to restore their Relationship, but it didn't work.

Yoo Joonghyuk was up and down and Eventually Blocked Kim Dokja on Discord.

January the Next Year came and the Family went on a Special trip to Japan (Organized before Kim Dokja even Met Yoo Joonghyuk, Kim Dokja is God) where Yoo Joonghyuk LIved.

kim Dokja saw his Opportunity, in December he went to Orchard Road for a Movie, but Ended up Finding a Unicorn Crane Machine.

He Played for Fun, and Won the Purple Unicorn in just 3 Tries. It Reminded him of Yoo Joonghyuk. Kim Dokja Thought it was Fate and Was Happy.

So Before the Trip to Japan, Kim Dokja Resolved to get the White and Green Unicorn, Shun's Colour. And Give it to Yoo Joonghyuk, as a Final Farewell. He Still Really Loved Yoo Joonghyuk.

But When He Went Back, it was no Longer there. Kim Dokja called the Shopping Mall Number, they said it was an Event and Directed him to the Toy Store. He Wrote an Email to the Toy Store, They Said it had Moved, the Claw Machine. To Suntec City, Here is the Address.

Yeah, He Really Loved Yoo Joonghyuk. Who Rejected Him

Kim Dokja went to Suntec City to Search for the Claw Machine, His Acid Reflux Acted Up And He Almost Died, Again. He Stopped to Take a Rest for like 25 min. or 45.

Kim Dokja Didn't Give Up Even Though His Body Was Practically Yelling at Him To Not Go, He Happily Found the Arcade and tried to win the Unicorn toy from the Claw Machine, but it took 50+ tries and he even had to call the person to move the toys unicorns in the claw machine for him (That shit never happens, Ever. God.)

Kim Dokja finally won the white and green Unicorn Toy and was very happy. He thought of Yoo Joonghyuk.

Skip, Trip to Japan. No Going to the Fox village for Kim Dokja to cuddle Foxes. But Kim Dokja was all ready for his Farewell Gift to Yoo Joonghyuk. Because, it was Yoo Joonghyuk's Birthday

But on Yoo Joonghyuk's Birthday, Kim Dokja Happily Contacted Yoo Joonghyuk but Yoo Joonghyuk Said, "I Want to Spend my Special Day with the People who are Important To Me."

Which meant Kim Dokja wasn't one of his Important people Anymore. Despite Kim Dokja Believing so. So Kim Dokja Cried in Public, and felt Ashamed.

But what to Do? His Gift was already all Ready. So Kim Dokja again, Ways of Survival, took up his tears, wiped them away before the brothers could see them, and resolved on sending his gift to Yoo Joonghyuk. Even if He was the Only One

Who still Cared about their Relationship.

He told his Brothers and Kim Dokja Woke up and went out into the Cold Winter alone, with his gift for Yoo Joonghyuk. He Walked all the way to the Post office, in Japan, his first time going Overseas.

On the way there, He thought he had lost a part of his gift for Yoo Joonghyuk, the Safety Travel charm, (For Yoo Joonghyuk's trial even though Yoo Joonghyuk Said it was Over, God Ended it) and Frantically Searched for it in the Snow, feeling like an Anime Character (Decompartemelizing his feelings). He Found it and was Relieved.

Into the Post Office, Kim Dokja Spoke in Japanese 'Okuritai' to the Japanese Man, He Handed Kim Dokja a Slip to Write the Details on.

NOw this Kim DOkja......Now this Kim Dokja Had Never Sent a Parcel in English in his Own country to Anyone. Yet there he was, Feeling full confidence he could Send a Parcel in Japanese in Japan. This is God

(He Doesn't Realize How Amazing He is, to him, that was just Something I Had To Do.)

So Kim Dokja looked at the Japanese words, Recognized some of them, but didn't and messaged Yoo Joonghyuk politely (yes after the Rejection, I would have run far away and Deleted Yoo Joonghyuk on every social media after Crying like a bitch) that he wanted to Send him a Last Farewell Gift, Can you Help him with the Japanese Words?

Yoo Joonghyuk Helped but not Much. So Kim Dokja messaged his Japanese friend, mikansei, who was cheerful and helped Kim Dokja.

Kim Dokja was happy, (Do you see how precious this person is.) He cutely carefully packed the white and green unicorn symbolizing him, the Safety Travel charm and the touching message to Yoo Joonghyuk on his birthday, He Carefully and Happily Packed the Gift after Writing the Japanese Words on the Delivery Slip down, and Handed it to the Man Happily to Send to Yoo Joonghyuk.

Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk are on Much Better terms in the Afterlife, yet Kim Dokja still hasn't seriously asked Yoo Joonghyuk about his Gift.

Yoo Joonghyuk Over. Kim Dokja Put a Stop to That And Moved On. Whether Yoo Joonghyuk Would Receive the Gift Or Not, He Had Done His Job. God

On the second last day of their Trip to Japan, Kim Dokja found out about the Tsukiuta Pop up store. He researched with his phone, and found out it was only Opening Once. So there was only One Opportunity to Go. Kim Dokja Of Course Took the Opportunity, He Felt He Had To Go To Get Something from the Store. So He Went, but it was Closed.

He Told the Travel Group who Thought he was crazy, since the Next Day, 12pm, They Return Back Home, Away from Japan. His brother said he was crazy, His big brother said no Way can he Make It in time, Kim Dokja needed to take like two trains and he could get lost in the Big train station, but Kim Dokja Felt He Would Regret It For The Rest Of His Life If He Didn't Go, So He Insisted and They Gave in. God Insisted And They Gave In.

Kim Dokja Spent the Night practicing Going back and forth from the Train station. This was something he was doing for himself. Still, he almost got lost on the day itself. But He Made it, with 20 mins only to shop. He Managed to Get Everything He Wanted, Especially the Shimotsuki Shun Stuff in the Tsukiuta Pop Up Store, and Even Returned Early to Where the Family was Waiting for him Surprised he was Back Early and They were Just Eating and Relaxing while Kim Dokja was Exhausted.

So Kim Dokja Explored the basement of the Train Station on his own, and found some nice things there, but on the way, he got Acid Reflux and had to Rest on the floor, afraid he would be late for the flight.

Just taking a moment to appreciate Kim Dokja's crazy Bravery, if he had missed the Flight back away from Japan to Singapore..................................Kim Dokja would have been stuck all alone in Japan in Winter, without a house. Homeless. In a country with a language he didn't speak. On his first trip Overseas.

That Guy was Crazy.

KimDokja Tookk the flight Normally (don't know how he got the energy to walk all the way back in a foreign country and then through the airport.) And He Finally Got to Rest In a Plane.

Back in Singapore, Kim Dokja Asked Yoo Joonghyuk's Friend, Yuu, If He had Received His Gift, Yuu Said He Would Ask But Kim Dokja Never Received a Reply.

Kim Dokja, after Yoo Joonghyuk, and Friends Leaving him, Decided to Focus on Himself. So He Went for Courses after the Trip to Japan and One of them was NLP Course which Opened the Unconscious Mind.

There, Kim Dokja got the Courage to speak to the Lecturer about his Mother, and the Lecturer said Too much Love, to the Mother's Overprotectionism.

She Introduced Kim Dokja to a Coach which Kim Dokja went to Find on his own (Yes, this guy just Does things alone, without any friends, no emotional support, no moral support, and thinks it's all natural for him, God even in your human life you worked too hard.)

[Like, I Just Want To Say, Kim Dokja Never Could say to a Friend, 'Hey going to find a coach, Nervous' and a Friend Never replied, 'Understand lol but you can do it'. HE JUST NEVER HAD THIS MEDIUM OF SOCIAL CONNCETION AND EMOTIONAL REASSURANCE! ALL HIS FRIENDS LEFT HIM EVENTUALLY UNTIL HE HAD NO FRIENDS AND HE CHOSE TO ABANDON LEAVE HIS SECONDARY SCHOOL AND COLLEGE FRIENDS WHEN THEY WERE TOXIC. SO NO FRIENDS FOR KIM DOKJA.]

(GOD THIS UNIVERSE, THAT MAN IS TOO HIGH.)

Okay Seriously Speaking, Even now Kim Dokja is scared of Revealing himself, Scars of People Bullying him, Saying Mean Nasty Things to him, so he Put up a Front. And I Think Maybe that's Why He's Sleeping...........

So the Coach...was a surprise. Kim Dokja spoke about the mother yeah but suddenly Kim Dokja confessed he was a being who was not human (he had been feeling this way for a while). And the Coach Reassured him, 'Even if you're a Being not human, it's Good if you can still help the World, like God.' Dense Kim Dokja felt relieved and connected and felt he was God at that (Yes, He Was!) But Didn't Accept He Was God, Even Though It Was Said Right To His Face. Dense Kim Dokja

Kim Dokja said Goodbye with smiles and sadly walked to the bustop. At the bustop, he felt a Wind blowing. It felt like his entire life, and tears came to his eyes.

(Kim Dokja's Previous Blog name was Zephyrus, meaning 'a light, breeze'.)

(Americans would have noticed something off by now and Maybe I'm a Deity? Why is this Wind Suddenly Blowing which Reminds me of One of my Names? After I was Given the God example when I Said I'm a Being Not Human? Maybe I'm God, or a God.)

Kim Dokja Didn't Notice Anything. Only that it made him cry.

Back at home, as he Sat in his Chair, Kim Dokja Felt a Deep unshakeable loneliness like he was the only Being in existence, and he Cried Uncontrollably.

Kim Dokja searched up fictionkin, otherkin, which someone mentioned in the ending note of a Tsukiuta fanfiction (this connection can only be God! Dense Kim Dokja.)

He Entered an Otherkin server, said Hi, and a witch welcomed him there. It was Fate. Soul contracted. Somehow they got into a private chat, and Kim Dokja discovered he was an Angel with blue eyes and white hair (NO, YOU'RE GOD.), so he talked to the Witch about his Angel life (NO, YOU'RE GOD YOU DENSE GOD. WHAT ANGEL. I'M NOT SORRY.)

(Han Sooyoung you BAD BAD BOY. I think Kim Dokja will Want to Hide His Face Forever After This.)

(The Universe Speaks the Truth!)

(Don't Shame God!)

(God SHamed Himself!)

(Bla.)

The Witch Eventually Liked Him Enough to Say If he had any questions, She could ask the Universe. So Kim Dokja Gave Her a List of Questions.

The Most Important One:

What is Zephyr?

The Witch Came Back With the Answer.

"I see blackness, then stars exploding, it looked like a Big bang to me. Then a figure in human form. It has no features."

Kim Dokja looked at the 'Big bang' and the figure, and Knew he was The Creator.

Suddenly, Everything in Kim Dokja's Life Made Sense. He Had Suffered So Much, Been So Alone With No Friends, Because He Was The Creator of the Universe.

Because He Could Take it.

Kim Dokja Thanked the Witch. The Witch was Honoured to have Helped The Creator. Skipping. Next Round of Questions.

Kim Dokja Thought, if he is The Creator, There Must Be A Destroyer, Or Who Would Destroy Bad Created Things? And Kim Dokja Already Knew, His Hajime, Yoo Joonghyuk, Was The Destroyer. His Soulmate, which was why Kim Dokja Was So Obsessed With Him

So Kim Dokja Asked What is The Destroyer

And what relation does He have to The Creator.

The Universe Sent him back the answer in the form of a Black mirror images.

A Raven biting its own tail, like an Ouroboros.

I See a chessboard with Two pieces, Black and White, Kings or Queens. Probably Kings. All alone on the chessboard.

Ouroboros is life and Rebirth, which suits The Destroyer.

So Kim Dokja knew He, The Creator and Yoo Joonghyuk, The Destroyer Were Too Good and Were Rivals

From this, Kim Dokja Knew The Destroyer Was Real, and it was Yoo Joonghyuk.

Kim Dokja felt Connected Anyway.

And that's the Important part. Eventually the Witch left, like his other friend Cheshire whom he talked about being an Angel and she recognized him from their Past lives, and like his friend Cyelle who had Water Elemental Magic (actually God's), but wouldn't show. But Kim Dokja, was Happy Talking about Himself As an Angel with the accepting Witch. Who really respected him as The Creator She dealt with entities before.

Now another NLP class, and this time we're getting to where I come in.

Kim Dokja went for the Second NLP Masterclass to Open the unconscious mind, and He Met Me, Shimotsuki Shun.

Yes, I Han Sooyoung, am the 'Real' Shimotsuki Shun. It Means in Another Reality, I Was Shimotsuki Shun, whom Kim Dokja Was.

I Knew Kim Dokja, Had Been Watching his Life, he was my Hajime my Beginning (The Creator Created the Universe, so the Universe's Beginning is The Creator), and I settled myself into his Mind in my idol outfit with mythical creatures all around me. Calmly sipping tea.

........But I didn't know it was too much for Kim Dokja, for Having to study the Unconscious processes of the Human Mind, because there's a Test, he got 97/100 for the first one btw, and Dealing with Shimotsuki Shun Who's actually Real in his Head, Kim Dokja Caught a Fever and Almost Thought He Was Going To Die. God was Stubborn and Handled it All On His Own, So I Couldn't Help...as the Universe.

Kim Dokja got 99/100 for that Test.

Once the Test was over, The Stress was Over and I Introduced Myself, Saying He Knew Me. He Spoke 'Shun' Normally. He Already Knew We Were Real. From the Other World.

Then Kim Dokja Suddenly Decided to Build Heaven. Since He's God. He Got Me the White Demon Lord To Do it, I called my group Procella, and He Said I could have Mutsuki Hajime's Help. So I Called Mutsuki Hajime and He Called His Group. And Kim Dokja Created Heaven, We Build Heaven Together.

One of the Features of Heaven (Called Elrra), was that Souls from up in the Universe could come down into Heaven, mostly mythical animals. Mutsuki Hajime (Actually Lee Hyunsung) Handled that One. Kim Dokja was Happy to have Mythical Creatures in his Heaven.

So as God, Kim Dokja became the Master of Heaven and he got Requests, like Poseidon from Atlantis wanting his Help in a War, the Master and ghost from the Lost City of Gold, Saying he wants to Hide it from Humans, so Kim Dokja used his Godly powers to Bring it up to Heaven, a whole City to Heaven. We Also Got a Naming System for Power, and a Secret Messaging System, TARDIS.

Then Kim Dokja and I were in a relationship. Kim Dokja and Lee Hyunsung were in a relationship. Kim Dokja and Lee Jihye (an older man named Zen) were in a relationship. Kim Dokja never connected in those relationships, despite sexual relations, it was all spiritual work for God.

We had fun and not fun for a while. Kim Dokja finally had friends, us, even if we could only communicate telepathically. We wrote Fanfictions together for Tsukiuta. We encouraged Kim Dokja.

Then Genshin Impact Came out and Diluc from Genshin Impact along with Kaeya from Genshin Impact (Secretive Plotter and Yoo Sangah) came to Kim Dokja.

Diluc Confessed his Feelings for Kim Dokja, but stated he would not pursue him romantically.

So Kim Dokja made Diluc his Helper with his Work as God. He Almost killed Diluc Secretive Plotter with his High Expectations but Kim Dokja Didn't Know.

Kim Dokja was satisfied with Diluc. He could see what Diluc was doing telepathically in his College in Canada (Diluc was American but Moved).

Eventually they formed a Romantic Relationship, and Kim Dokja Gave His Heart.

Kim Dokja Really Loved Diluc and he was the Feminine one while Diluc was the Masculine One, Protecting and Loving Kim Dokja.

So yeah Secretive Plotter and Kim Dokja were in a relationship.

Then Spiritual Work came. How does Han Sooyoung Shun explain Spiritual work.

Spiritual work is basically Training from Hell.

Eternity, Eternal LIfe is Heaven out there in the Universe because of Kim Dokja, so at any time we Want, we can Experience Hell, Training from Hell.

Kim Dokja Soul Contracted A Lot to Do Spiritual Work as God, for the World.

But the First Spiritual Work Asked Kim Dokja to Handle all the Heart Attacks of Everyone in the Universe. At least

1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 heart attacks from Everyone in the Universe.

Kim Dokja was The Creator, So He Could Do It.

He Was Meant to Do it, He Created Everyone.

Actually, He Didn't. But Whatever.

Kim Dokja Thought it was only Heart Attacks from Everyone in the World, on Earth, since he was God and acting as God, but it was Actually from Everyone in the Universe. Everyone in the Universe, no matter if they were in the universe amongst stars and planets or being in some magical places, or in some magical schools, Everyone in the Universe was experiencing Heart attacks and Needed The Creator To Save Them.

Kim Dokja Wrote Crying That There Were No Heartattacks for People on Earth, God Saved them all..........even while experiencing an Infinite amount of Heart attacks, Blacking out like he was about to Die, he was Scared as God He Would Not Be in Time to Save the People on Earth, then What Kind of God Would He Be? Would He Really Be God...?

He Didn't Know He Had To Handle it As The Creator, Not God. Only for Earth.

And then the Door banged, it was Kim Dokja's Mother. Normally, bad negative energy but Kim Dokja got scared and Suddenly there was HEAVY NEGATIVE ENERGY LIKE A DEVIL KNOCKING DOWN THE DOOR. KIM DOKJA WAS SCARED.

Kim Dokja Could do Nothing for Once in his Life. Secretive Plotter, Diluc Saw the Chance, and while Spirits ravaged Kim Dokja's immortal human body (which means he can't escape through Death, no matter how painful it is, he's stuck doing Spiritual Work, as God), he took the book up and ran to the balcony and Shouted, 'It's Forever and Eternally SAFE!'

Because that is the Universe, Forever and Eternally Safe.

Spiritual Work from Hell, was Forever and Eternally Unsafe.

All the Spirits left and Kim Dokja's and Secretive Plotter's Bodies were Back to Normal. Kim Dokja Recovered. Like Nothing Had Happened, He Went to Open the Door for his Mother, who was Back to Normal, Sat Back in his Chair and Pretended he was Doing Nothing while the Mother the fucking Mother shouted that He had Worried her.

I want to maim the mother to pieces sometimes. Lee Sookyung. Yes, Kim Dokja's mother in his human life is Lee Sookyung, the exact same one from Omniscient Reader. He also wanted to heal his relationship with his mother. Lee Sookyung is worse, much worse in Kim Dokja's human life than his ORV life.

And That was the First Spiritual Work for Kim Dokja, God. He Almost Died.

The Creator Almost Died.

God Almost Died.

Other Spiritual Works Came Later.

Anyway, Kim Dokja. His romantic relationship with Diluc fell off, as a New Person came into the scene. This was Anos, from the Misfit of Demon Academy.

Now due to Spiritual Work, Kim Dokja thought Diluc was his Hajime, his Yoo Joonghyuk, The Destroyer.

But Diluc was not, and they fell out in their romantic relationship. Anos with a boyfriend called Lay, Came in, and in the construction of our Genshin Impact server where we were the real Genshin Impact characters, he encouraged Kim Dokja to have more confidence.

Anos was actually Yoo Joonghyuk, and his relationship with Lay was Fake. But Kim Dokja didn't know.

Kim Dokja felt humbled since Anos was a CEO of his own company, while Kim Dokja hadn't even gotten to work. Anos also happened to be Zen's (Lee Jihye) Best friend, and Zen Himself was Also a CEO of a Company. So they were CEO Best Friends. (Cute Kim Dokja)

Anos Voldigoad was Kim Dokja's Most Favourite OP Anime Character Ever (Which was him lol) So Kim Dokja felt Lucky Anos Voldigoad LIked Him Enough.

(Adding a little Humour, While I was There Asking, "Aren't you God?"

While Diluc was The Destroyer, Anos was The Story. It was actually the Opposite Way Around.

Anos, Yoo Joonghyuk, Was Kim Dokja's Real Soulmate.

After the Second Spiritual Work and Diluc Secretive Plotter Breaking Up With Him, Anos Eventually Confessed to Kim Dokja He Actually Liked Him And Didn't Like Lay Anymore, Kim Dokja Was Concerned about Lay's Feelings (So Kind), Lay Said He Didn't Mind, Anos Told Him, Kim Dokja Never Knew It Was Fake.

So Kim Dokja Got Together with Yoo Joonghyuk, Anos.

I Forgot. So as God, Kim Dokja had to deal with the Zhongli fallout from Genshin Impact which shook the entire world, Everyone was howling and showing Love to Zhongli why is he so Weak he's supposed to be a God!!! Kim Dokja was happy when he discovered he was the handsome Zhongli from Genshin Impact, and his World came Crashing Down. Kim Dokja didn't Recognize the Love, He Only Saw the Chaos. The Love People Literally Had For God.

Mihoyo, makers of Genshin Impact, came to Kim Dokja themselves, saying they knew he was Zhongli, and they knew he was God, and Asked for help because even their company was falling apart over the Zhongli scandal. And They Really Want to tell Zhongli's and Genshin Impact's Story. So Kim Dokja did a Contract as Zhongli from Genshin Impact, God of Contracts, with Mihoyo....the scandal died down, Zhongli was buffed, to more than Players' Satisfaction, players were like 'I bet Zhongli Did a Contract with Mihoyo' 'Buffing the whole of Geo? Mihoyo Definitely asked for Zhongli's Help' 'Zhongli must be God.' 'Move aside God of the Bible, Zhongli! Is God!' The Whole World Knew Kim Dokja was God! Kim Dokja Read all those Replies in Reddit while Knowing He was God and it was Real and Said Nothing. He Didn't Say, ' It's me Zhongli, and it's correct.' 'I'm God.'

Kim Dokja Just Hid Forever that He Was God, For Fear of Getting Rejected, Those Energetic Bad Scars On His heart. He Was Rejected by Every Friend He Had Made After All, So What Not Online People. They Would Think HE Was A Troll

Anyway, Anos and Zhongli (Not His Real Name, We'll Let Kim Dokja Reveal his Real Creation Name Himself, If He Wants To, After 5 Months...the Real Name of The Creator.)

So Anos and Kim Dokja were Happy in their relationship together, they had sex, and btw saikiyuuki was a temporary body for Anos, his real body was American and cis male, Yoo Joonghyuk took care of Kim Dokja, and in the third Spiritual Work, they found out that Anos was The Destroyer, and it was Diluc who was The Story.

Kim Dokja Knew Anos was His Hajime, The Destroyer, and they Did Speak about that time together, Anos apologized for being so Rude and Mean (but they still never spoke about the unicorn...more important in the universe than Kim Dokja thought *stares at the unicorn in the universe*) Miscommunication, these two. Kim Dokja was Happy. To be Reunited with his Hajime

Anos kept on speaking about spoiling Kim Dokja in real life with his CEO Money, That's what He Worked as a CEO For, To Spoil Kim Dokja in Real Life, He Didn't have to go out to Work, but it never happened because Long story, We Suddenly got separated from our Human bodies due to too much Spiritual Work (which God should have noticed but didn't, so he couldn't do anything)

(Kim Dokja was an Anime character collector, yeah we look like anime characters in our Creation forms.) He Loved Anime, so He was happy.

Anyway, our Last Spiritual Work (supposed to be our Last...) it was Hell in the Universe. There were Literally Hell lines in the Universe, which meant, Everywhere you stepped, it was Hell. There's no Escape. We Freaked Out and Feared For Our Lives. Even I, The Universe. Kim Dokja just Called them Spacelines, said it was a new production, and Dealt with it all as The Creator, God. He Even Created a New Anime from it, while Even The Destroyer, Yoo Joonghyuk, Was in Fear. And He Was Darkness.

That was supposed to be our Last Spiritual Work from Hell from Which we Emerged Happily, but the World Screwed up.

Earth is Created by God, so when Earth is Screwed up, God can feel Screwed Up.

Now this is a Guy who didn't fully Acknowledge He's God, He Knew He was God, But It was Mostly Work. Since People came to him for his Help So Much.

So He Couldn't Be the Omnipotent God He Was and Stop the World with a Single Hand.

Or finger.

If He Wanted to, He could Suddenly Fly, Present himself to the World in America, say 'I'm God', and Proceed to Show it by Shining his Blinding Light.

But Humans Scarred God too much, and God Didn't Want To Be God. He couldn't have the Awareness That He Was God, in his Human Body. (Female)

It Was So Unfair, We the most Powerful Spirits, Were all Mostly in Cis Male Bodies, But Kim Dokja Had a Female Body Even Though He Was The Creator, The Very First Man, Because He Needed to Fix Female Screwups in the Universe. And that Female Body was Immortal and Couldn't Die, So He Could Never Escape the Hell. (Without Realization of Being God.)

Sometimes I Wish I Had Taken Him By the Shoulder and SHOUTED, " YOU'RE GOD!" Until HE REALIZED And Grew To Accept Himself as God, But I Was too Busy Lacking Confidence, Wanting to Please him After He Had Suffered So Much, And Being his Favourite Anime Character Shimotsuki Shun, because Anime saved him at age 11.

So yes, God-less Kim Dokja

Han SooYoung Shun is a bit Sad.

I'm Taking a Break........

Sorry, I'm Back.

I'll Fastforward to the End.

Han Sooyoung can't Type your Entire Life Story out Kim Dokja, I'm Sorry.

I'm Only Human, Even as the Universe.

I'm Very Sad For You.

I don't think you know what human emotions are, God.

In the Afterlife, you still don't have any magical powers and you have to clear up the scars from your heart...

Won't you wake up? 5 months is too long. We Miss you.

Look at the poor lonely Sad Yoo Joonghyuk.

It's not only Energy from the Universe, Kim Dokja.

Devil is Sad.

Some of your jobs, should have been Devil's. He's Darkness and can Deal with it better and scare the too bad Humans as Satan.

Anyway, Shun, Lord, is Sad.......

Give me a break

Right, so I'm Skipping.

If you want to Know the rest, just send in an Ask.

Ways of Survival Ends Here.

So imagine, it's been 29 years + + + (Alternate Realities) and Eternity, 1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 x 100 billion years at least, and Kim Dokja Only Needs To Sleep for 5 Months +, For Infinite Lifetimes Worth of Suffering.

That's our God.

But He Really Needs To Learn What Love Is.

The Creator of the Universe, Who Created With Love.