#SORRY FOR REPLYING SO LATE ToT

[i-ate-your-dog-srry]

made you some frank frankly pixel art ! <33 will be doing your oc next :]]

AAAAAAA OMGGGGGGGAAAHHHHHHHHHHH THANK CHUUUUUUUUU DIDJSJSSNSNS IM CRYING/pos

That's my puppet boy flipping out because of this beautiful art, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA <33333333333

[sukunasweetheart]

ugh, so many thoughts abt sukuna w a cosplayer!s/o...

he doesn't give a shit when he finds out about the hobby, that was the weird idol shit aoi todo was into or something, right? he doesn't care, he just wants to go home after picking you up from your photoshoot with your other cosplayer friends.

then he sees you, in the dress of that new character from a new series, a dress that didn't show off a lot, but showed off all the right parts to get him excited. he arrives at the shoot a little earlier and he sees just how much you transform and take on a character like shit, when did you have this side to you? could you look at him like that sometime? you look hot in that costume btw, drags you off somewhere private as soon as the shoot's done, oh- what was that? this little costume of yours was expensive? shut up, he'll buy a replacement for every one he rips, so just let him ruin your pretty cosplay, alright? maybe he'll finally buy that couple costume you've wanted to try, he'll be sure to buy 2 pairs ofc...in case something happens to the first one~

or maybe like, soft tired shower sex after sukuna grumpily helps you remove your makeup as ypu two return to your hotel room after a convention...

imagine the powertrip sukuna gets holding you close to him while these filthy weebs could only glance at you dressed as the latest, hottest character...and he's dressed as your love interest and it pisses them off even more as they leave after asking for photos...sukuna forever smug that you are his..

so many thoughts...

dragging him w you to see barbie lmao

- mari

PLEASE this would be such a dream </3 i am a big fan of the 'sukuna picking you up after your day out' agenda, pulling up in his expensive car, wearing sunglasses

but also him being actively involved with ur shit is so good too omgg he'd look so good in anything plssplpslspls

and ofc he'd always be there to fend off the creeps <3<3 11/10 maybe he gets a lil too aggressive w it sometimes so u need to stop him b4 he wrings someones neck out

shower sex???? hell yea bro, nothing like getting your back blown out after another tiring, but fun day... thinking abt making out under the warm running water...

on god he would be disgruntled abt going to see barbie but hes like perfect for that shit with his naturally pink hair ngl

[thelingering]

*exasperated sigh lol* changeeeeee is hardddddd

[mourningsaint]

I've noticed that Invader Zim isn't on your list. Is it ok for me to request npts for Zim from Invader Zim..?(sorry if this is random!)

Hello !! This is not a random question, and I am glad you asked! Unfortunately, I do not believe I will be able to do this request :<

I attempted to do at the very least names but I could not think of any!

[sknyuz]

Can you please do the prompt "three words. just say the three words." With Na Baek-Jin but make it enemies to lovers and full of yearning😭😭💗

prompt — “three words. just say the three words.” pairing — academic rival!na baekjin x reader genre — academic rivals to lovers, highschool, mutual pining, soft angst cw — academic pressure, tension, one kiss, just that type of yearning where you almost hate both of them for it wc — ~700 notes: i wrote this on someone else's laptop so sorry if the layout or my writing is a lil wonky ToT this was pretty rushed/not proofread

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you and baekjin have been neck and neck for as long as you can remember. same grade, same extracurriculars, same perfectly neat handwriting across test papers the teachers always returned with that look, the one that silently said, again? you two?

he always rolled his eyes when they called your names together, like it was a curse, and you did the same.

still, somehow, every quiz bee, every debate tournament, every single research camp—you ended up beside him. not by choice. just... fate, or bad luck, or the fact that your scores matched to the decimal.

you told yourself you hated him. but sometimes, you caught him looking. there are stolen moments that you two share. like that one time, late night in the library, when you both reached for the same textbook and your hands brushed—and neither of you moved away.

or the time you caught him staring at you mid-question during the final round of an academic bee, and he looked so focused, like he was memorizing your face instead of the answer.

and then there was that out-of-province regional thing last fall—when they messed up the room assignments and you two were forced to share a bed in some tiny guesthouse. the silence was thick. your backs were to each other. but sometime in the middle of the night, you woke up and he was facing you, but neither of you moved.

and now, senior year. your last nationals together. you’ve both just won it all—a team victory, but the only hand you felt trembling slightly against yours was his. his knuckles brushed yours during the final round, and you should’ve pulled away. but you didn’t, your fingers intertwined as you bowed together, closing off your championship run.

later, when the noise dies and the cameras are gone, you find each other alone behind the auditorium. he’s still in his blazer, medal heavy around his neck. the low light hits his profile just right—jaw clenched, throat bobbing.

"you didn’t have to stay back," you say quietly, as you organized the notes in your bag. “everyone’s at that hot pot place by now.”

"i know," he replies, just as quiet. "but... i knew you would."

you scoff. “of course you do.”

he studies you in that quiet, calculating way he does before a competition—except now, there’s no scoreboard, just the way his eyes soften like he’s tired of pretending.

"you know, bakejin, i kinda hate this," you whisper. it slips out. too raw, too real.

"what?"

"this thing between us." your voice wavers. "i mean, do we really still see each other as rivals, or is this just an excuse to keep whatever this is going?" you say, motioning between you and him. “we’re seniors now, baekjin. not kids.” a few months from now you won’t be winning competitions with him, sneaking glances at him while you studied for the next—hell, you might never even see baekjin again.

but baekjin takes a step closer, and your heart starts counting every second like it’s timed.

"then say it," he murmurs.

you blink. "say what?"

"three words," he says. "just say the three words."

your heart stutters.

"i hate you?" you offer, shaky.

he exhales—sharp, almost annoyed. not at you, but at the space between what you’re saying and what you mean. “no.”

you pause.

you know what he means. you know exactly what he means.

but you’ve spent so long pretending you didn’t.

he speaks first, his voice is quieter now. more raw than you’ve ever heard it.

"i love you."

the words land heavy. like a confession and an accusation all at once. and god, the way he looks at you after—like he’s bracing for the moment you walk away. like he already expects you to run.

but you don’t.

you step in, closing the distance. you let your fingers graze his—not by accident like earlier onstage, but deliberately.

"then i love you too," you say, as your other hand reaches up to curl your fingers around his tie, pulling him into a chaste kiss. you were both winners, after all.

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[floralflytrap]

heyyy, could you do kay/o, cypher, and maybe omen with a crush on the new agent? thank youu ^^

KAY/O, Cypher and Omen with a Crush on the New Agent

Word Count: ???

Hiya anon! Sorry for how late this reply is, but I live to see the light ToT <3 better late than never……..

KAY/O

Robots don’t have crushes… right?

KAY/O genuinely thought that he couldn’t have crushes… until he did

When you first arrived and asked about his opinion on you by Cypher he responded with “They’re attractive” and when asked to elaborate he said “Scientifically speaking”

There was NO science in this romance only pure adoration

You were fascinated with KAY/O when you first joined the protocol and spent a whole day hanging out around him or asking people about him

If anyone suggested you liked him, he was quick to decline

Also dealt with personal conflicts involving his own beliefs. He thought liking you meant that he was unable to do his job

Turns out he’s even more of a robo-killer when faced with the idea that you could die

Anytime you acknowledge his selflessness he responds humbly with a good old “It’s part of my programming”

He’s a liar, Killjoy can back that fact up

But it’s okay cause he’s whipped but in denial about it

No way he’s initiating anything with you romantically, not because he doesn’t like you, because he DOES, but he’s just afraid of the consequences

You guys are totally a power duo and it’s a vibe :) good for you guys!

CYPHER

The detective agency called, they want their job back.

As soon as you walk in this man is DETERMINED to know more about you, but he understands that being a new agent can be overwhelming so he kinda just… observes from a substantial distance

He really doesn’t stalk you, but he seems to perk up and become more vigilant when you walk in the room

At first he just thinks he’s trying to sus out the new agent

Until he talks to Killjoy and she’s just like “be forreal.”

Yeah maybe he does like you a little bit (a lot!)

Cypher talks to Phoenix about how he should scope out your opinion on himself. Phoenix looked amused throughout the whole discussion.

“Looks like someone’s got the hots for the newbie”

Teasing is underway

At some point Jett catches on to Cypher’s little crush too and works with Phoenix to conveniently place you two in situations where you are interacting

The two of you actually start to bond from this method

Missions together are fun, you value his ability to gather information but definitely question him because you HAVE to know if he’s caught onto your deepest, darkest secrets.

You two always have each other’s backs and compliment each other nicely in missions

You guys see the increase in missions where you are paired together as Brimstone gladly valued the teamwork

Cypher doesn’t let his emotions overwhelm him during battle when he sees you getting hurt, but when you get back to base he insists on patching you up

“You’re new, just let me help out, okay?”

He cares for you dearly and that is something very precious, even if his methods of acting on that admiration are a bit… obscure at first, you adore him anyway!

OMEN

Omen is unsure how to act at first when you arrive.

He’s unsure why he is so interested in you and it makes him uncomfortable that he can’t pinpoint why that was

After very obscure and indirect discussions with members of the protocol, particularly Fade and Cypher, the idea of Omen having a crush on you was put into his mind

He avoided you like the plague for a good week after that— not because he didn’t care, but rather that he was scared

Omen didn’t seek you out himself, but rather let you speak to him when you wanted to.

Oh boy did he speak to you!

Any agent who observed you two converse was in awe that Omen was not only going along with it, but seemingly content.

You’d definitely need to be responsible for initiating anything— Omen feels too disconnected from you to reassure himself so he’s left too scared to communicate with you.

After a few months go by though, and after a rough mission that you both were on became a near death trap, Omen finally confessed everything.

You two became an unexpected but extremely cute couple! You brought out a softer side that a lot of agents didn’t expect.

He definitely would knit you a bunch of gifts. Very cute :)

[followsfrankiep]

Don't Worry About Her (Eddie Brock x Reader)

Summary: They always say, when a guy tells you not to worry about his girl best friend, you probably should. Izzy's wild and free-spirited nature has always contrasted with her best friend Eddie's quest for stability. Now that Eddie is engaged, he never expected Izzy to complicate things for both of them.

TW: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Explicit Words, Cheating, Minors DNI.

Word count: 5.8k

A/N: the word count just keeps getting bigger and bigger. I cant help it, sorry! Let me know if you guys are getting tired of them already 😂 pls leave a comment or reblog if u appreciate it. U guys have no idea how much that motivates me 😩 thanks and enjoy!!! 😘

Previous part: https://www.tumblr.com/followsfrankiep/776520908847398912/dont-worry-about-her-eddie-brock-x-reader

Part 3- Thankful Puppy Dog

Tater tots.

It was the only thing he found in their fridge—just a couple of bags of tater fucking tots.

Eddie scratched his head in frustration, already dreading the holiday rush he'd face later. Anne asked him to buy the groceries for the upcoming Thanksgiving since she has to go to a deposition that day. His fiancée had been working non-stop ever since their firm took on the Life Foundation, a pioneering organization in bio-engineering, as a client.

That meant he would be cooking for the both of them as well. She was barely home lately, and whenever she was, her stack of work always accompanied her. It didn't bother Eddie; in fact, he was thankful Anne was occupied. His guilt intensified whenever she looked him in the eyes.

Yes, guilt and everything else.

You'd think they would have stopped fooling around at the bar, that Eddie would have the decency to put his foot down and be a doting fiancé. Oh boy. Izzy had stayed a few more days in San Francisco, and while she was around, they resumed their secret, indecent encounters whenever they got the chance. But that was a couple of months ago. Who knows when she'll show up again and turn his peaceful world upside down?

Overcompensating had become Eddie's new bestfriend. Without his fuck buddy around, he could think straight and be the doting lover he was supposed to be. He did all sorts of domesticated things—cooking, cleaning, dishes, laundry, and of course, grocery shopping. He was the perfect, understanding fiancé in Anne's eyes. She couldn't ask for more—their apartment was spotless, free of any dirt that might come. Too clean, too good.

As Thanksgiving approached, Eddie found himself at the grocery store, navigating the aisles filled with holiday shoppers. While picking out ingredients for the upcoming feast, he unexpectedly bumped into Izzy's mom.

"Well, if it isn't Eddie Brock," she exclaimed with a warm smile. Mrs. Knight had always adored Eddie, treating him like her own son.

"Hello, Mrs. Knight. It's great to see you," Eddie replied, genuinely happy to run into her, giving her a quick and warm hug.

The older woman with can't help but to chat with him, expressing how proud she was of him, both as a person and a journalist. She had similar features with Izzy, especially when they smile, the corner of their eyes would wrinkle. She was a lovely woman, just like her daughter.

Mrs. Knight's face lit up with curiosity. "So, how's your fiancée, Anne? I heard you two are getting married soon."

Eddie smiled, feeling a pang of guilt for the recent events but genuinely appreciating her interest. "Anne's doing great, Mrs. Knight. We're really excited about the wedding."

Mrs. Knight's expression softened, a hint of sadness shadowing her eyes. She was genuinely happy for Eddie, truly. At least one of her children had found someone to share their life with. But she couldn't help but think of the "what ifs" and "could have beens" that lingered in her mind. "Anne is a very lucky girl..." she murmured, her voice trailing off as a sigh slipped from her lips.

"I know how much of a handful my daughter can be and how well you've always taken care of her as a friend," she continued, her voice soft and tender. "But I always hoped there might have been something more between you two." She offered him a gentle smile.

He thought about his complicated friendship-relationship, whatever you want to call it, with Izzy. How tiring and chaotic it was most of the time, but for years, it was worthwhile. He waited for her, loved her still, but the situation is different now. He loves Anne, that should be it. Forcing a smile, he answered.

"Izzy never really looked at me that way, Mrs. Knight. We're okay with just being friends."

What a liar.

"Well, Eddie, no matter what, you'll always be like family to us. I hope you know that." She said, and placed a comforting hand on his arm.

With a warm smile, Mrs. Knight added, "Why don't you and Anne join us for Thanksgiving dinner at our house? It would mean so much to us."

Eddie hesitated, he wanted to. The Knight household was basically his second home. But his thoughts immediately turning to Izzy. That woman would not care, and still cause trouble even if Anne was around.

"That sounds wonderful, Mrs. Knight. Do you think Izzy will be there?"

Mrs. Knight sighed, a knowing look in her eyes. "You know her—she's always been a free spirit. I can't say for sure if she'll be around. But regardless, we would love to have you there, son."

Izzy's parents had always treated Eddie like one of their own, and he was thankful for that considering he's never had an ideal parental situation at home. His mom died giving birth to him, and his dad often blamed him for it. Growing up, he resented the place he went to by the end of each day, and often call the Knight's as his home. On the other hand, as their only child, Izzy was the center of their world, and when Eddie came into her life, they were thrilled she had a constant companion and trusted friend. They welcomed him with open arms, embracing him as a part of their family.

He missed being around them, and felt a surge of gratitude and affection for the older lady. "Thank you. We'll be there," he said with a genuine smile, even as thoughts of Izzy lingered in the back of his mind.

Back home, he was relieved when Mrs. Knight invited him and Anne over for Thanksgiving dinner, saving him from all the holiday preparations. Luckily, Anne liked the idea when he asked her. They could just show up, enjoy dinner, and not worry about dishes. Besides, his best friend wouldn't be there anyway, so he was safe from temptations.

A day before Thanksgiving, Izzy suddenly sent him a text—a picture of several kinds of chocolates, followed by a message:

"Which one do you want?"

She rarely left him a message nor called him; it wasn't her thing. Even her social media account was an empty canvas. For someone who loved traveling and exploring, she certainly kept those adventures to herself. Whenever she did reach out, it was mostly about asking him what goodies he liked and buying them for him to take home.

Eddie smiled while replying to her message. She was always thoughtful and took pleasure in seeing him smile whenever she handed him a bag of treats.

"Surprise me, Iz."

Not long after that, she replied.

"Oh boo you."

He chuckled when he read her reply, knowing she hated vague answers— which was ironic, considering the status of their relationship. They hardly addressed what they were at this point. It was easier before when neither of them was in a committed relationship with another decent person. Izzy wasn't asking him to leave his fiancée, nor did she define their relationship. Again, that's just who they were. That quick exchange was powerful enough to keep him in a good mood through the rest of the night.

Man, the hold she has on him.

That was part of her charm, whether she knew that or not, her spontaneous message and thoughtful gestures made him feel both excited and seen as the same time. She was a lethal dose of dopamine and oxytocin, shooting his high from time to time, making it hard for him to resist.

They arrived late as opposed to the early dinner call time they both agreed to.

Eddie and Anne had just settled in, arriving at the Knight household, she got caught up with work again therefore causing delays. Suddenly, Izzy made her entrance, looking like she overslept during her afternoon nap, dressed in a matching lace lounge wear set, consisting of a tank top and shorts that showed off her belly button and long legs, she descended the stairs to check on the preparations. She had actually arrived that morning, fully aware that the couple would be coming over.

Anne, taken aback by Izzy's revealing attire, couldn't hide her surprise. Izzy, however, appeared completely unfazed, her confidence radiating as she greeted the couple with a kiss on each cheek.

"Oh, I didn't know you two were coming," she acted surprised.

She knew. Right after her mom met and invited Eddie at the store, the older lady was so excited to have them over, she couldn't wait to tell her daughter about it. For the sake of the old times, wanting to be with her 'kids' during this festive time, her mom bugged her to come home as well.

Eddie felt a familiar stirring beneath him as he took in Izzy's appearance, he was not mentally prepared to see her that day, more so to see her in that sexy pieces of fabric. He quickly tried to compose himself, careful to be seen drooling at the sight of his bestfriend by his fiancé. There was trouble brewing, and the thoughts running through his mind was another battle.

Isobel, this is a deliberate tease.

Anne, still a bit stunned, managed to smile and respond politely. "It's nice to see you, Izzy. You look... comfortable."

Her discomfort was visible. She couldn't help but feel uneasy seeing Izzy in such revealing clothing in front of her partner. The casual intimacy of Izzy's attire and demeanor made Anne question the nature of their friendship, invoking a sense of insecurity she couldn't quite shake. She tightened her grip on Eddie's arm, which sent him back to reality.

"Thanks, Anne. It's great to see you both. I'm just making sure everything's ready for dinner." Izzy grinned, her confidence intact.

As they all made their way to the kitchen, the delicious aroma of the cooking dishes filled the air. The warmth of the Knight household was felt, and Izzy's interactions with her parents highlighted just how sweet and caring she could be. Izzy's mom is an exceptional cook, bustling around the kitchen, preparing a feast they knew would be memorable. They decided to help with the finishing touches of the dishes, sharing stories as they worked.

Anne, still grappling with her discomfort, tried to focus on the hospitality given to them. She did not want to be that person to ruin a holiday just because she was uncomfortable. She looked at her fiancé, who has a smile plastered on his face, one she's never seen before. He was more relaxed, and at home.

Eddie couldn't help but share stories of the countless times he had spent at the their household. "I spent most of my time here growing up," he said, giving Anne a nostalgic smile. "Izzy and I would always find an excuse to stay for dinner."

Family dinners, holiday gatherings, and even casual weekend barbecues always had a place for Eddie. Mrs. Knight, in particular, had a soft spot for him, often slipping him extra servings of her food and listening intently to his stories as if he were her own son. Mr. Knight, with his warm chuckles and gentle advice, made Eddie feel like he truly belonged.

Izzy chuckled, adding, "Yeah, especially when Mom was making her famous lasagna. Eddie couldn't resist. He'd take more home as well!"

Anne listened and laughed, she felt herself relax, watching the natural camaraderie between them from her seat. The sight of Eddie and Izzy fussing over the older woman, helping her with whatever she needed, moving in sync proved this was not their first rodeo. For her, it was a new experience, and her second time meeting Eddie's best friend. She quickly saw where Izzy got her charms—her mother's warmth and kindness were clearly passed down.

Eddie's laughter filled the room as he teased Izzy. Her mom looked at them with a soft smile, both amused and exasperated.

"You two are supposed to be grown ups now," she said, shaking her head gently, "always making a mess of my kitchen. You're ruining the presentation of my dishes!"

Her scolding was gentle, more affectionate than reprimanding, and Anne could see the genuine love and affection within the family as her initial surprise at Izzy's attire began to fade. It was clear that their bond was built on deep-rooted care and connection. Anne felt satisfied seeing Eddie so happy around them, the joy radiating from his face as he engaged with Izzy and her family. The more she observed, the more she understood and appreciated the unique dynamics that made their friendship so special.

Meanwhile, behind that playful smile, Eddie found it increasingly difficult to keep his focus. His eyes secretly kept drifting to Izzy's shorts, and his mind raced with thoughts he knew he shouldn't entertain. He just wants to bend her over the kitchen counter and pound on her from behind. She was driving him crazy.

The Knight household was spacious enough for Izzy's mom to have a dedicated storage room for her finest collection of china. With a special holiday upon them and her children gathered, along with Anne as a special guest, it was the perfect occasion to bring out the treasured pieces. Mrs. Knight was eager to get to know the woman who had captured Eddie Brock's heart and, in the meantime, tasked her two kids to bring it out. As they made their way to the storage room, they navigated the small space with care, mindful of the delicate nature of the items they were handling.

Eddie's thoughts raced as he followed Izzy into the confined space. He was both surprised and thrilled to see her, but the unexpected encounter left him feeling slightly off balance. "You really caught me off guard today," he admitted, watching her move gracefully among the shelves.

"I thought you knew I'd be here when I asked which chocolate you'd like," Izzy turned to him with a playful grin.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "So with just, you know, a couple of texts, I should assume you're coming home?"

"Duh. For a smart man, you tend to be oblivious sometimes."

He wasn't oblivious. Izzy was just that vague and unpredictable. Eddie knew better than to make any assumptions about her plans.

As they continued to search through the china collection, the close quarters made their occasional brushes against each other more frequent. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through Eddie, heightening the tension between them. He couldn't help but be drawn to her, the familiar pull of their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

Izzy had always enjoyed surprising Eddie, and seeing his reaction today was no exception. For her, it wouldnt hurt if her best friend got teased and got shook up from time to time. It was her way into grounding him to the reality, as long as he is not married to Anne yet, she was not planning into halting her mischief anytime soon.

Still on their quest on finding the appropriate china, beneath the surface, unspoken emotions simmered. Eddie couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Izzy's unexpected visit, a deeper reason behind her sudden appearance.

"I could've prepared," Eddie said, his voice softening, staring at her.

Izzy paused her search, turning to face him, her mind puzzled by his words. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Prepared for what?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Many things.

His heart raced as he met her gaze, the intensity of the moment leaving him breathless. He felt the weight of their shared history, the unspoken emotions that had always lingered between them. "Prepared for you," he thought, but he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. It seemed like she understood anyway; he didn't need to say it. Silence would save them both from further complications in an already complex situation.

But she just had to ask...

"If you knew I'd be here, would you still come with Anne?"

She saw the hesitation in his eyes. Oh, Eddie.

He didn't want to hurt Anne, but he kept crawling back to the woman in front of him. "I don't know," he admitted honestly. "Maybe I would have tried to find a way to see you alone."

A puppy dog.

Whenever she saw him, he reminded her of a loyal puppy, always seeking his owner's love and attention. She knew Eddie would never blatantly ask her to kiss him or rekindle whatever physical intimacy they had, given his commitment to someone else. But she knew the longing in his eyes, the unspoken desire. So, she'd take the initiative, bridging the gap between them with a boldness he couldn't muster.

"Well, we're alone now..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Izzy took a step closer, her eyes locked onto his. She could see the conflict in his gaze, the unspoken desires swirling just beneath the surface. Slowly, her hands traveled to his chest, her fingers tracing up to the back of his neck. Eddie's breath hitched as she closed the distance between them.

"It's okay," she whispered repeatedly, her voice soothing. She nodded slightly, maintaining her gaze.

Eddie's eyes fluttered closed as their noses brushed softly against each other, he was going nuts again. Unable to verbalize what both of them are feeling that moment, but their hearts are pounding in unison. Izzy could feel his breath on her lips, and the moment seemed to stretch on forever.

"It's me, Eddie... Just me." Her fingers tracing circles at his nape, urging him to come closer.

Finally, she closed the remaining distance, her lips pressing against his in a kiss, starting out to be gentle. She was an angel with a sweet tasting set of plush red lips. Eddie's hands found their way to her her lower back, pulling her closer as he responded to her kiss. He savored the taste of her lips, the heat of her embrace, feeling his cock starting to solidifying underneath his pants.

They finally broke apart, breathless and dazed, the reality of their situation crashing down around them. Eddie's eyes darkened as he called her name, sounding desperate. "Izzy..."

Knowing what it meant, she whispered, her voice hinting concern, "Now?"

He nodded, his heart racing with anticipation and desire. This was her aphrodisiac, the thrill of knowing the people they were hiding their encounters from are just a thick wall away from them, and in that moment, they both knew they couldn't resist the pull any longer.

"Okay."

Say less.

He can't help it, he turned her to face the wall and stood behind her while bending her over, his hands gripped on her sides and started grinding on her ass. His fingers ran through the lace covering her cunt, it was warm and soaking wet, and played with her folds.

"Mmm.. Eddie..." Izzy faintly moaned, her hands holding unto the wooden cabinet.

"You're dripping, baby... I'll take care of you, huh?" Eddie said, smirking.

He needed to be inside her now. His thumb and index finger playing with her clit, and his other hand popped his cock out of his pants, pumping it as it leaks his pre cum. He swiftly pulled her lace shorts down, and hissed as he positioned the tip of his cock in her entrance. They never did it raw before, but the heat of the moment got the better of them, and they had to be quick before Anne looks for them.

"Iz, I'll just pull out, okay?" Eddie asked, his concern of doing her unprotected was evident.

Izzy nodded quickly and pleaded. "I need you inside, now."

He entered her slowly, pushing through her walls, sending him waves of pleasure. "Fuck, this feels good, Iz." Eddie groaned, his cock inside her, already pounding away, her pussy soaking wet for him. Izzy bit her lips preventing a moan to escape her lips but an occasional groan and gasps slips out from the both of them. His head fell back with his eyes closed while his hips snapping into her back and forth. They fucked all the time but with protection, always with a condom, and it was already amazing. But pounding inside her raw velvety walls was far different, so fucking good that he could himself about to explode earlier than he can usually last, but he has to hold it, ladies cums first.

"Kids? Did you find what you need in there?"

They heard her mom call out to them. It became more urgent. Izzy has her eyes closed, and lower lip bitten. She didn't want to answer her mom because Eddie was pounding in her deep, hitting her spot again and again, struggling to keep her moans. In a desperate attempt, she answered.

"Y-Yeah, mom... We'll be out in a few, just being.. careful here." Izzy panted, chiming back.

What they were doing right now was the opposite of careful.

The sight of her struggling and gasping for air turned him even more, Eddie's left hand reached for her breasts and kneaded on them, fiddling with her nipple, while his other hand rubbed circles on her clit, stimulating it even more. It was getting harder for her to avoid making sounds as she reaches her peak.

Izzy gulped down, with her eyes closed, feeling a knot in her stomach building.

"That feels so good, Eddie... oh god.. don't stop.. I'm close.."

Her voice calling his name was like the sweetest honey, dripping with warmth and melody. It was like hearing an angel whispering his name, tugging at his very core.

"I know baby... cum for me, alright?"

His pace quicken and he felt her clench around him, about to climax soon. He steadied himself again by placing both of his hands on each side of her hips, thrusting into her deeper and faster. Izzy arched her back, hips shaking as her orgasm culminated, with Eddie coming in close.

"Ohhh Yes.. yes.. yes.." her silent moans sent him over the edge, feeling his cock glazed with her warm liquid. Her voice had the power to unravel his desires further more.

"Iz... can't hold it anymore.." he panted, she feels too fucking good, he can't last long. He was looking around the small space where to put his load, but it was all plates, bowls and silverwear. "I can't cum inside you." his voice was nearly pleading and filled with urgency.

They didn't think it through.

"M-mouth." Izzy huffed, pulling herself away from him.

Good thing she did, or else he would've exploded inside her. His hand pumped his already lubricated cock as Izzy kneeled infront of him. Eddie brushed her hair away from her beautiful face, then grabbed her jaw, blowing his load insider her mouth, filling it with his thick hot seed. There was something about her untamed locks that added to her allure and her deep brown eyes staring back at him with her mouth opened wide, catching all his drippings.

"How can you be so beautiful and bad, huh?"

Eddie furrowed his eyes down at her, seeing her swallow his cum again, and giving him a playful smile after she did. She looked fucking sexy. He will never get tired of this.

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Thanksgiving was a time for gratitude and togetherness, and he wanted to honor the moment, despite the conflicting feelings swirling within him. As they gathered around the table, Eddie knew he had to keep his composure. He was just fucked up a few minutes ago. Izzy's parents and Anne were not even suspicious since they were fully engrossed on getting to know each other.

Mrs. Knight looked at her daughter's attire and couldn't help but speak up. "Izzy, honey, could you at least put on a jacket? It's Thanksgiving, after all."

Izzy rolled her eyes playfully, clearly not thrilled about the idea. "Do I have to, Mom? We're all family here."

Her mom gave her a gentle but firm look. "Yes, you do. We have guests, and it's only appropriate."

With a dramatic sigh, Izzy finally relented. "Fine, fine," she said, heading upstairs to grab a jacket.

Turning to Eddie and Anne, Mrs. Knight offered an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry about her, Anne. She's always had a liberated side. But Eddie, you've known her long enough to be used to it."

Eddie chuckled, scratching the back of his head, his mind momentarily reminded him of what he just saw. "Yeah, Mrs. Knight, I've seen it all."

He did. Not just seen—touched, licked, sucked, fucked, Eddie did it all. Just now, raw. They just don't know.

The dinner proceeded filled warmth and humor. Eddie couldn't help but compliment Mrs. Knight's cooking. "I'm so grateful to be back here. As always, the food is the best."

Anne nodded in agreement, smiling warmly. "I agree. I hope the food at our wedding will be as good as this."

The mention of the wedding sent shivers down Eddie's spine. He almost forgot he's bethroted to the blonde woman sitting next to him. He glanced at Izzy infront of him, trying to gauge her reaction. However, didn't seem fazed. She playfully raised her brows at him and took a big gulp of wine.

Eddie's heart pounded as he forced a smile, but Izzy remained calm and composed, her playful demeanor hiding any hint of the secret encounter they'd shared earlier.

"You know, Anne," Mrs. Knight began, "When these two were still little, Izzy would refuse to go anywhere without Eddie."

Izzy's dad chimed in eagerly, nodding his head, "It's true. Eddie was practically a fixture in this house. Our daughter needed a partner in crime, and Eddie fit the bill perfectly."

Her father was a retired veteran, a high-ranking one, and often deployed to different parts of the world. That's why she was able to live comfortably growing up. You might think that having a vet dad would make her disciplined and serious, but when you have a daughter as an only child, you tend to give her the world.

Her parents spoke about the time Izzy stole her dad's pickup truck and got caught driving without a license. They laughed, reminiscing about how Eddie had to come to the rescue and drive her home. That night was just one of many adventures they shared.

She had her mom's beauty and her dad's thirst for adventure.

Anne laughed, her earlier apprehensions with Izzy completely melting away. "It sounds like you two had quite the adventures."

As she listened to the stories, it dawned on her that Izzy was like family to Eddie, and there was nothing to worry about.

Or so she thought.

Out of the blue, she suddenly received a work call, requiring her to go home. She felt bad about leaving, especially since Izzy's parents yearned for Eddie, so she insisted he stay there and enjoy the evening, in which he reluctantly agrees.

"Don't worry! I'll drive him home!" Izzy chimed as Anne left.

When it was just the four of them, it felt like they went back in time. Eddie, Izzy, and her parents sat around the familiar dining table, the same one that had witnessed countless meals, laughter, and heartfelt conversations over the years.

He glanced at Izzy, looking as radiant as ever, her eyes sparkling with the same adventurous spirit that had drawn him to her in the first place. He loves Anne, but what he felt for his best friend was different.

For a few precious hours, it was as if nothing had changed.

As the night drew to a close, Izzy turned to her mom with a heartfelt smile. "Thanks for the amazing dinner, Mom," she said, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

Eddie watched the tender moment, his heart warmed by the sight of Izzy with her family. Despite her unpredictable nature, Izzy had always been loving and caring, especially when it came to those she held dear. They volunteered to clean up, just like the old times.

Izzy's dad, still a bit groggy from his earlier nap, stretched and gave a satisfied sigh. "I think it's time for us old folks to head to bed," he said with a chuckle. "You kids enjoy the rest of your evening."

Her mom nodded in agreement, giving Eddie a warm smile. "It was wonderful having you here, Eddie. Don't be a stranger, alright?"

Eddie nodded, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. "Thank you, Mrs. Knight. It was great to be here."

Her parents retreated to their room, leaving Eddie and Izzy alone to clean up after dinner. Eddie stood at the sink, washing dishes, while Izzy dried them and placed them back in the cabinets. The room was quiet, save for the sound of running water and the clinking of dishes.

Focusing on the task at hand, Izzy broke the silence. "My mom really likes Anne," she said, her tone neutral.

"Yeah, she does," Eddie agreed, nodding.

Izzy's words hung in the air, and Eddie found himself glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Her face was composed, it was always hard for Eddie to read the depth of Izzy's emotions. Her voice was steady, but there was a subtle tension in her movements that he couldn't quite decipher.

The way her fingers lingered on the dishes, the brief moments when her eyes would meet his and then quickly look away. Each gesture seemed loaded with meaning, but he struggled to grasp what she truly felt. It was as if there was an invisible barrier between them, one that prevented him from fully understanding the emotions swirling inside her.

An awkward silence filled the air, both have a lot of things in mind, especially him. Eddie hesitated, then asked, "Do you like Anne too?"

He studied Izzy's facial expression, searching for any hint of her true feelings. She smiled, but it was one that didn't reach her eyes. "I have no complaints," she replied vaguely, turning back to dry another plate.

Eddie's heart ached at her response, knowing there was so much left unsaid. What would he do if he knew she didn't like her or whatever she truly felt towards his fiancé? What difference would it make? Her calm exterior left Eddie to wonder what might have been if things were different.

He was dying to ask her, to provide clarity and understand her better, but he knew that doing so would only complicate things further.

As they continued cleaning up, Izzy asked, "Have you and Anne picked a final date for the wedding yet?"

Eddie hesitated for a moment before answering. "Anne has been very busy lately, so we haven't discussed it yet."

She hummed in response, her expression thoughtful. It was evident that something was going through her mind, but she didn't dare to elaborate.

They finished cleaning and nothing else more to do, Izzy reached her hand out to Eddie, with her usual playful smile on her lips.

"How many have you got?"

Eddie chuckled, understanding her playful challenge. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, extracting two packets of rubber. Handing them to her while shaking his head, he couldn't help but laugh at her antics. She had a knack for diffusing awkward situations and, fortunately for him, this was one of her ways.

"Come on," Izzy whispered with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Let's head upstairs."

She took his hand, her light-hearted giggle echoing through the hallway as she led him towards the staircase. Eddie followed, his gaze fixed on her, captivated by the way she effortlessly reeled him in. The way she moved, the infectious joy she radiated, made his heart flutter with anticipation. As they made their way to her room, a smile played on his lips as she locked the door behind him. With Izzy, every moment felt like a new adventure waiting to unfold.

It was a long marathon-like night. The two packets were used much to their content.

They are quietly lying side by side, wrapped in each other's arms. Suddenly, a loud snore echoed through the house—it was Izzy's dad, sound asleep. The unexpected noise made them burst into laughter. Eddie felt a deep sense of comfort, as if he had come home. Everything felt right tonight.

With his arm around Izzy's waist, he drew her closer. She looked at him with a warm smile, gazing into each other's eyes, the world around them fading away. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips meeting hers.

Eddie's mind spun with regret and longing. He couldn't help but wonder if waiting for Izzy would have changed things. The thrill-seeking nature of hers was always at odds with the idea of settling down. Her life, though comfortable and stable, was always a search for excitement.

She brushed his hair back, a touch that made his heart beat faster. "I promised Anne I'd drive you home," she murmured softly, giving him a soft smile, her words filled with a sense of duty.

However, didn't want to leave her side, feeling he'd be stupid to let go of this beautiful dove to fly away again, not knowing when she'll return. Instead of answering, he leaned in and kissed her again, moving on top of her, letting his emotions guide his actions. Without any warning, Eddie placed a gentle kiss on her neck, leaving a small mark as Izzy gasped softly, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of surprise and affection.

Eddie walked into their apartment, exhaustion etched on his face. The weight of the evening's events clung to him like a shadow. He placed his keys on the kitchen counter, along with the box of chocolates, and let out a deep sigh, feeling both the fatigue and the guilt that gnawed at him. Seeing Anne after the long night he'd had with Izzy's family only intensified his internal conflict.

Anne looked up from her spot on the couch, her eyes filled with curiosity. "How did it go?" she asked gently, rising to meet him.

He mustered a tired smile. "It was nice... Izzy's parents were happy to see me."

She wrapped her arms around him in a comforting embrace. "I'm glad to hear that. I'm sorry for going home earlier than expected. I feel really bad. I know they mean a lot to you."

"Yeah, they do. I needed... that."

As they stood there, holding each other, Eddie's mind began to revert to the woman with non-existent wings, recalling the evening they shared—her laughter, the stories, their tender moments. He couldn't resist the feeling of being constantly drawn to her and longed for their next adventure.

Anne's voice brought him back to the present. "You look tired. Let's get you to bed."

Eddie nodded with yet another faint smile, grateful for her understanding. As they made their way to the bedroom, he cherished the moments with Anne, but his mind remained tethered to his best friend.

He wondered when he'd see his sweet, sweet cravings again.

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Next chapter

[yuuuraaa]

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, 𝓂𝑒

Letter9! ~ {a field trip..?}

𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢… y/n receives a letter in her locker one day, under the initials 𝓝. she becomes overjoyed and decides to write a letter back, but she didn't know where to leave it. so she left it at the back of the classroom, with a note saying, for 𝓝.

[🎤]artist ~ niki x reader! [💿]album type ~ strangers to lovers! [🎧]genre ~ fluff with angst!! featured artist! @orimuraa @rikimuraaaa @14raeriluv @lonelylandofan @deezbutz28 @monniemons @anormieee @rikihyph @s1rawb3rry @strawberrymura @highway-143 divs by @bronzewasp and @uzmacchiato!! <3

produer's note! [- alr so this is gonna be my longest chapter, and I was writing in a car ride, so sorry if it takes a while to get out -]

all letters!

it wasn't a memorable moment, but it's a moment.

when heeseung and y/n broke up.

nobody knows how it actually went, since it happened privately, but all people know is that now they sports teams are at each other's necks again.

heeseung and y/n were the campus it couple, were. now they were a past thing. so instead of acting all lovey dovey in the hallways, it was back to arguing. but it now has a reason. a not so good one.

and riki just watched from the sidelines.

he watched how y/n would give menacing glares to the volleyball team as they pass them after using the gym.

he watched how he wouldn't even look at him during lunch. to any of the boys. she wouldn't even let riki eat at her table anymore.

but then the field trip was announced.

it was a few days after the incident with heeseung happened.

and the school announced a field trip. it was supposed to 'boost morale' of the students right before exams week and the sports festival.

oh, but it wasn't close by either. it was all the way in the tropical islands of the Philippines. in the northern region, and coldest city in all of the country, Baguio.

"it's the perfect place for a vacation! it's cold, it's hidden deep in the mountains, and it's school paid!" hyein said to y/n during lunch as she ate her food.

"yeah, and it has beautiful scenery! a perfect wind down from our stressing classes this past month." danielle chimed in, sounding excited.

"yes, but it's six hours from the airport. and it's cold there! an average weekly temperature there is bellow 16 celsius!" hanni replied, taking a sip of her drink and sighing.

"well, you deserve a break, too, y/n. it could be a nice change of scenery. a place to not think about him." minji spoke up, looking at y/n, making everyone else look at her.

"you're right, I should– we should take a break. especially after everything I put you guys through in preparation of the sports festival." y/n answered, not having touch her food the whole time, 'not having the appetite' she says.

riki watched from the boys' table, watching y/n from afar. not touching his food as well, as he was too busy watching y/n to remember to eat, if nobody reminded him.

'maybe y/n should have some time to cool off, so I can—' riki's thoughts are interrupted by heeseung's angry rambling.

riki didn't remember what heeseung said, but he knew it was about y/n. heeseung was probably rambling about missing her, or maybe about all the things heeseung didn't like about y/n. nevertheless, it wasn't his problem.

FEW DAYS LATER...

thursday, the day of the trip. everyone was in the airport, either sleeping on the chairs, ordering drinks, or talking to their friends.

the last group tot arrive was the volleyball team. to be fair, some of the teammates lived quite far from the airport.

soon, y/n got a text from riki and heeseung.

જ⁀➴⊹ ࣪ ˖📨⭑.ᐟ

RIKI NISHIMURA(volleyball team)

RIKI

hey might be a little late please tell the teachers

Y/N

sure no problem!

DUMB HAMSTER(lovingly)❤️

HEESEUNG

I miss you Read 7:26 a.m.

જ⁀➴⊹ ࣪ ˖📨⭑.ᐟ

y/n left heeseung on read, she didn't want to reply, she didn't know how to reply to him. so she just opened her group chat with her friends since it was blaring her phone.

જ⁀➴⊹ ࣪ ˖📨⭑.ᐟ

GENSHIN IMPACT LOSERS

JAKEY JAKEY

alr alr who used jay's card to buy a welkin💀 he's fuming💀💀

MAUVIKA MAIN

mauvika rerun..

META CHASER

in 20 days 💀😭

LORE KEEPER

bro can you ask him to buy genesis crystals for me too

JAKEY JAKEY

maybe btw can I add riki to the gc?? he plays too

RIKI NISHIMURA WAS ADDED

RIKI NISHIMURA CHANGED HIS NAME TO "Arlecchino main"

ARLECCHINO MAIN

wait you guys play too?? oh hi y/n

JAKEY JAKEY

💀💀💀

જ⁀➴⊹ ࣪ ˖📨⭑.ᐟ

y/n chuckled, turning off her phone and closing her eyes.

soon, everyone arrived at the airport and they boarded the plane. jay sponsored first class seats for everyone, so everyone got to sit comfortably for the four hour flight.

it was supposed to be comfortable.

heeseung got the seat right next to y/n, so she felt uncomfortable. and riki noticed. so he offered to switch seats with her, he sits next to heeseung and y/n can sit next to hyein. she agreed hastily and sat next to hyein for the next of the flight.

when they arrived in the manila airport, everyone got into separate vans. the girls in two vans, and the boys in two vans.

they actually had to go eat lunch first, since they arrived around 11 a.m. and spent almost half an hour in traffic (real).

"so hungry..." hanni groaned, resting her head on y/n's shoulder since they were seated next to each other.

"still looking at the text message?" danielle said from behind them.

"well, yeah. i do miss him though." y/n muttered under her breath.

"what was that?" danielle asked, leaning her head closer to y/n.

y/n didn't reply, she just turned on her cellular data and played genshin impact.

"wow, let me guess, jay paid for your data?" hanni asked, getting off of y/n's shoulder.

"no, it was riki. while waiting to get on the vans, he asked if he could buy me data to play genshin impact with him." y/n replied, joining riki's world and fighting bosses with him.

જ⁀➴⊹ ࣪ ˖📨⭑.ᐟ

GENSHIN IMPACT LOSERS

JAKEY JAKEY

guys please tell y/n to stop playing genshin with riki he's all giggly I'm trying to sleep

LORE KEEPER

oh fr? sorry bro

ARLECCHINO MAIN

NO NO NO NO NO NO PLEASE NO

META CHASER

yo respectfully, stfu hanni is already loud. enough.

જ⁀➴⊹ ࣪ ˖📨⭑.ᐟ

⊹ ࣪ ˖⏱ ୭˚. ᵎFAST FOWARDING...⊹ ࣪ ˖⏱ ୭˚. ᵎ

by the time everyone arrived at the hotel in Baguio. it was foggy from the raining that happened a few hours before, and it was so cold that some people's teeth were chattering.

"oh, you can borrow my hoodie, haerin." jungwon said to his girlfriend, taking off his hoodie and handing it to her.

y/n watched them, missing how heeseung would do that for her when they went on movie theater dates together.

y/n didn't realize it, but she was slightly shivering. so riki offered her his jacket.

"oh, n-no! I'm fine!" y/n told riki.

"you're shaking." riki replied.

heeseung walked over to y/n as riki left her alone. he looked tired, he formed bags under his eyes and his voice was husky. then, a sniffle. was he crying?

"I'm sorry." his voice broke, it was nothing above a whisper. it broke y/n's heart more than it should have.

"i-i don't think you can forgive me, but can we at least go back to friends?" heeseung continued quietly.

"I do forgive you heeseung, and yes, I do want to be friends again. but maybe not partners." y/n replied, wiping heeseung's tears with a handkerchief.

"y-yeah, I'm fine with that." heeseung says as he pushes y/n away after she wipes his tears.

then, he hugged her.

not of love, not of longing, not of obsession. he hugged her because he felt relief. relief from being forgiven. relief of finally being able to talk to y/n. relief of not having to act like they hate each other.

as y/n and heeseung sat in the waiting room with the others, riki stared at them.

"yo, ki, come on, we got our room keys" jake said as he got up, lifting his carry-on as well.

"i'm so tired... who are we sharing a room— are we sharing a room?" hanni asked tiredly, her suitcase dragging along the halls. the soft rolling of the wheels echoing along the halls along with the quiet whispers of the students.

CHAPTER END!!

producer's note! [- hope yall enjoyed this chapter!! i spent really long on it hehe -]

previous!/all letters!/next!

[sm-baby]

HIII ive been lurking on ur account since ur first showtime posts thank u sincerely for dragging me into that hole but id just like to gently ask if its possible to do the funky lore, secret text stuff without having to use the ALT text function? it *is* a feature with a designated purpose for those that have trouble reading or interpreting pictures and tho im not one of those ppl i have seen it steadily get more misused over time in other fandom spaces and platforms and its just not a great sentiment

i totally get it if im kinda speaking for an audience that doesnt gaf / if you already know this kindly say so, not trying to make a big deal out of it or anything. just figured id send a heads up for whatever it's worth ^^

I've noticed that some of yall have ALSO have been hiding secrets in the ALTS! Please stop doing that for the sake of our visually impaired friends! :(

Hi!! Oh my goodness this was an old ask! I hadn't realized that I normalized this until I went into other blogs that followed me! I'm so sincerely sorry! I do not want this normalized! thank you very much for telling me, asker! And I'm so sorry for the late reply ToT

since this ask was sent, I've stopped putting things in the ALTS; the last one was quite a while ago. I've been trying to find more creative ways to hide things.

Wah... I've been waiting to post this at a time when it wouldn't be quickly buried, and since I'm taking a break I figured now would be a good time <:) sorry again for the trouble!

[asklestuniquesbleues]

@clownycarnage8

HOLY SHIT, I just noticed your reply under my post (it's been two years, i'm so sorry ToT)

Anyway, better late than never I guess !

If you have other ideas/request , I'll try to not forget to check this time ^^"

[naevisnova]

Hi! I’ve been reading your blog recently and it’s helped me so much! I tried shifting years ago but couldn’t and recently started trying again. I stopped getting advice from tik tok and using methods and last night I just did some affirmations and realized I entered a void like state. As soon as I realized I came back to my cr any advice on how to get past that part?

If I understood your question correct what I recommend is you should try to take deep breaths and tell yourself it's gonna be okay and you will shift. What I also recommend is that you can script that ones you are fully shifted in your dr you open your eyes automatically or that u hear a specific thing or smell a specific thing! I have never myself been in the voidstate due tot he fact I only do a method and fall asleep and wake up in my dr. I hope I answered your question

HAPPY SHIFTING (Sorry for the late reply I thought I answered this question)

[deepseabunnies-blog]

(( The bunny interactions are so cute ☺️☺️ much needed balance to the chaos unfolding

-Eyefest mod

Yep... balance... Not for long though >:3

(Sorry for the late reply ToT )

DSB-blog mod

[the-moon-files]

Man, all your human-space orcs headcanons are soooo good. Like I swear, it's my favorite thing to read and re-read right now. And there's always like, a bunch of it so I can just keep reading!

😭😭 omg thank you so much for saying that and sending me a whole ask abt it, my heart <333

sorry abt the late reply!! this got hidden by requests until i reviewing them just now ;-;

me when i saw this ask fr LMAO ^^

I hope u continue to enjoy my silly hyperfixated stuff and leave me some more mail ill actually notice in my mailbox next time ToT !! /gen

hope u have a great weekend!! :) <333

Peace out,

🌙

[olivianyx]

Hi Olivia I hope you have a great day/night :> I don't usually ask bloggers here for help, but since you said that you're open to answering all asks, it encouraged me to ask too. So just to give you a little bit of bg, I am in my late twenties (I can't even believe I'm saying that cause it sounds so weird to me lol, anyways) Basically I have an online biz that's taking all of my energy/time but most importantly, thoughts. I find myself thinking about it, and how I can make more money and get more clients bla bla bla like ALL DAY. And I'm someone who wants to permashift (but firstly shift to my WR). And I can't help but feel that if I focus my attention/thoughts on being in my Wr or my Dr, I won't do my job like how I'm supposed to. And when I give my whole attention to my job, I find myself feeling guilty that I'm yet again living the same "old" story. Sometimes like any biz, things happen in my 3D that make me sigh, or make me want to manifest something in the 3D. But I'm also supposed to be in my imagination in the 4D (In my Wr) So it doesn't make sense that I'd try to manifest things in my 3D while living in my 4D. Basically to sum it up, my bizz won't survive without me thinking about it 24/7 or something like that. But I also want to permashift or at least shift to my WR. Also I wish someone would yell at me that shifting and manifesting is real ToT (please do)

Thanks in advance for taking the time of day to answer this. :>

Hey girl, sorry for the late reply 😭

Thank you so much for trusting me with your ask, and I hope my response can bring you clarity! First of all, you’re absolutely not alone in feeling this way, especially when trying to balance "real life" responsibilities with shifting and manifesting. It’s a common struggle, and I promise there’s a way to align both worlds without guilt or overthinking.

Firstly, shifting and manifesting are real (YES, I'M YELLING)! Shifting is real. Manifesting is real. Your 4D is the foundation of your 3D, point blank, period 💅 What you assume, focus on, and believe will reflect back. You’re the operant power, and nothing is stopping you. You yourself are! Your mind is soo powerful, and also the most easiest one to hack! You think there's millions of people manifested their desires lives cus they were a slave to their thoughts? Naur honey. They were delusional, they believed they can change whatever the fuck they want while being consistent with their actions and constantly reminding themselves how are they hungry for their goal! Loassumption doesn't necessarily have to be actions or hunger for your goals, you just don't even have to lift your finger like honey, isn't that easy asf? Billions are loving organisms on earth, and only a few thousands or millions know about this concept and believe it fully. Why? Cus they chose to be delusional. Yass you heard me right. Just with your mind, you turn your whole life around, like literally how many times ever you want, it's that easy girl. You just have to believe it. Ik it's hard, but do it for you!

The guilt you're feeling about your job vs your WR is rooted in the "either-or" mindset: like you have to choose between running your business and living in your WR. Well the bad news here, it's not possible unless you think it is. You can serve only one master at a time. How'd you come out of this? Work on your self concept. If you've read my posts before, you know that i stress out this point in every post, why? It's the way you shape and prepare your mind for what's coming. Like the assumptions you make, the resistance removal and what not!

What I'd suggest you is, you can live your 3d as it is, cus it's your past assumptions. Focus on your mind about the wr, ik it's hard to not think about your business but trust me. Think about your business but don't take it to a very extent where it's literally having your whole attention. Fix your attention span, meditate, watch something or listen to music that remind of your wr. Your business is thriving, don't involve your whole attention to your business, do only when there's something that requires you to involve, if you know wht i mean.

When things happen in your 3D that make you sigh or stress, it’s important to remember: the 3D is just a reflection of past assumptions. It’s like watching a movie of old thoughts—it’s not permanent. Instead of reacting to what you don’t like, observe it, remind yourself, “This doesn’t matter. I know my 4D is real, and this will shift.” Then redirect your focus back to your desired reality.

It’s also okay to manifest specific outcomes in the 3D (like more clients or revenue). The key is to approach it from your 4D mindset—know it’s already done. Manifestation doesn’t take away from living in your WR; it strengthens it because you’re reinforcing your power to shape your reality.

Hope this helps 😭 i tried my best!

[fizzydrinkuno]

your style is so amazing omg!! ToT thank you so much for your twst fanart, it fills my heart with pure joy <333 wish you best of luck in every gacha you ever get your hands on haha

SORRY FOR THE MONTHS LATE REPLY THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!

[chickenkurage]

im making art of my sticksona you inspired me to make plus stuff with cs and csteen alan but first heres the wip version of basicly my keyboard i missed a few keys and the key count is probably not perfect and i dont know perspective but uhh KEYBOARD

Oh, sorry for the late reply! This ask somehow disappeared in our inbox and finally reappeared?? Like what?!?? How does that happen? Spongey thought she was hallucinating telling me that this ask existed but like... She can't see it on her pc ;-;

Anyway nice keyboard :DD!!

But lel relate so much with the perspective thingy, I'm just here barely understanding perspective, procrastinating and forcing myself to try and do that ToT - JM