#congratulations on your 2500 followers

[rea-grimm]

Hi, I hope you are well. Once again, one of your faithful followers (Luffy Dragon fan 💖) comes with a new request (if you can, obviously).

the last chapter of op made me realize that Sanji ignores and is less gentlemanly towards women who show signs of liking him. I wonder if we can get something where the reader is obviously in love with Sanji (corpse of the boyfriend) and he is completely indifferent or clueless about it, while following his behavior in love with other girls and being a great "dude, look what you have in front of you" "

xo ♥️ congratulations on the 2500 likes

Hi, I had quite tought week, but I’m better now. Hope you are well too. I’m happy to hear from you. You have really good request. ❤️

Hope you enjoy this.

Dude, look what you have in front of you- Corpse Sanji

You were head over heels in love with Sanji. Everyone on board knew it, but the only cook was completely blind to you. Yes, he treated you almost the same way he treated Nami or Robin. Although sometimes you had the impression that he took you more for granted. As a sidekick and nakama.

How you wished he felt for you the way you felt for him. To try to woo you like he tried to woo other girls who rejected him when they found out the truth.

You were sorry to see him melt over the other girls. How he got down on one knee and kept asking for their hand in marriage. You knew that was one of the main reasons he was among the living. His biggest regret.

When you saw him with other girls, it always made your heart skip a beat and you had to do everything you could to not let it show on yourself.

The new island was a new opportunity for the chef to find a new girl. You were out shopping and you passed a small square with a small group of beautiful girls among the people. 

As soon as Sanji saw the beauties, he dropped his shopping bags and headed towards them. He showered them with compliments before getting down on one knee and asking for their hand in marriage. The girls were just giggling.

You picked up your bags and walked to the side with them when the wind picked up out of nowhere. This wind was a bad omen for Sanji as it blew his bangs to the side, exposing his eye. Or rather an empty socket where the eye should have been.

The girls he had been focusing on until now ran away screaming and left him kneeling on the ground alone, with a completely broken expression.

The cook walked over to you brokenly, lit a cigarette and took your bags, saying he would take them on the ship. He hated these reactions. It reminded him so much that he was no longer alive. Just a corpse waiting for a miracle.

You wanted to somehow improve his mood, so you used this opportunity and went to the shop you passed on the way. To a shop that sold prosthetics. From limbs, dentures, and eyes. You knew what eye colour to choose for him. No one else you knew had eyes as blue as his.

On the boat you gave him your little gift, like a little thing, a souvenir you would call it. The others were there too and they all saw how happy Sanji was. Heart in his eyes, he hugged you on his knees.

You and everyone else had already started to think that this would make the cook notice you and see how you felt about him. Nothing could be further from the truth as nothing has changed at all. As soon as another girl flashed past him, or Nami and Robin, his head was in the clouds.

Despite all this, you had the impression that it would end like this and sighed in disappointment. You felt like you were chasing an even more impossible dream than your captain was chasing.

You saw that things with Sanji were difficult and apparently impossible and you slowly gave up. You didn't even know how, but you found your solace in the swordsman and the doctor. 

Both of them supported you and Zoro even offered to knock some sense into the cook. It sounded tempting, but you talked him out of it.

This small change didn't go unnoticed by Sanji and he got the impression that you had started something with the swordsman. He didn't understand at all what you saw in that mosshead. That's why he also went to see him, what was his problem, that you spent so much time with him.

Zoro didn't understand at all. It was the chef's bad luck, he had his chance with you. And even though you tried to act like you got over it, Zoro knew full well that you would do anything for a cook.

“Dude, look what you have in front of you,” he said instead, pointing over his shoulder at you. You stood with your back to them, playing the new board game he got in town with Chopper.

Sanji looked at you and he had no idea what mosshead was talking about. Robin, who heard everything, joined in. The two of them then explained it to him.

When Sanji finally saw through it, he made you a dinner with everything you liked as an apology and asked you out on a date. You could see in him that he was serious and so you decided to give him one more chance.

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[toms-cherry-trees]

Hi Mars, congratulations again on 1.5K, what a milestone :D Here with a gif blurb request for Polly, thought this gif could possibly be an interesting combo with angst. Excited to see what it'll inspire in you :)

This one was a challenge! So welcome to my first Polly writing ever! I did not know if you wanted it romantic or platonic or filial so I went for a motherxdaughter relationship. Hope this fills up the expectations!

And a most MASSIVE thank you to @runnning-outof-time aka lovely K for proofreading my first ever Polly writing!! ILYSM

Mars 1.5K Celebration

Smoke || Polly Gray x Adoptive Daughter! Reader

Warnings; Angst, some brief description of injuries, minor and major character death

The smacking of the bill stacks against the wooden table feels like a smack directly to your face; the two neatly piled wads before you hold more money than you’ve ever owned before and probably will ever own. But the money does not feel like tickets to freedom and peace; they feel like bricks tied to your ankles, dragging you to the bottom of an unknown darkness. 

Before you, sitting across the battered desk, Polly’s piercing eyes are fixed upon your wavering expression. She still dons mourning attire, even though it’s been long weeks since John and Michael went up in flames and smoke on an open field, each laid to the final rest in vardos and surrounded by every terrenal possession they ever held dear, plus a few lead bullets the coroners could not be bothered to remove. You had personally sewn each bullet wound up with needle and thread, wanting them to go onto the next life as whole persons and not just fleshy colanders. 

The minutes tick by loudly in the clock hanging behind her. While each second clocked in perfect sync, your heart hammers in erratic mess, blood rushing to your head and abandoning your legs, making your stand weak and shaky and threatening to send you to your knees. You have to grip onto the edge of the desk for support, your eyes closing as you focus on your breathing to stop the dizzying spinning of your head.

You exhale slowly to regain your composure enough to speak, but only one word leaves your lips “Why?”

“There is 2500 pounds in there. It is more than enough for you to buy a ticket far away from here, rent a place and get yourself a job” She speaks with the same certainty and professional tone she occupies during company meetings. As if you are nothing more than another employee in their payroll, and not a member of the family for the best part of your life.

“Polly, why?” You plead again, coming to sit across from her, staring straight into those stern eyes of hers through the smoke of her cigarette. With the white swirls around her, the Black Madonna around her neck and that black lace veil over her hair, she looks ready to start a seance. An aura of mysticism and ominousness that always drew you to her as a child, making you follow her wherever she went, hoping in your infantile mind to see her cast spells or speak to animals. 

“If you are ever in need of more, write to me at the office’s address and I will see that help comes to you, but you are not to set foot near any of us or into Birmingham. My driver will take you to your home to pack and then to London, but from then on you are on your own”

Oh, the Shelbys innate ability to ignore whatever others are speaking when it is not convenient for their agenda. But some of that ability had rubbed on you over the years; the key stood in being the loudest and angriest in the room.

“Polly!” You smack your fist against the table, rattling the glass ashtray and the neatly laid pens by the inkpot. Her eyes widen, but the bewilderment lasts only a fleeting second; she soon composes her carefully crafted cold facade again, the same one she has been wearing ever since the bullets rained like hellfire on her son and nephew. 

“Polly, why?” The hurt and desperation laced in your words do little to sway her unwavering indifference “Why are you pushing me away from my family” Your tremulous hands clasp hers tightly, your soul feeling like a boat facing the storm and clinging onto its last mooring for survival.

“We are not your family” Somehow, her retreating her hand from your loving grasp stings more than the words themselves, recoiling from your touch like she were retreating from a thankful beggar to whom she spared a few loose coins “What I did back then was charity, but it is time you find your own way. I cannot keep you under my wing forever”

Charity. Charity. Is that all she saw you as? A ward she took out of pity, and had now grown into a pesky burden?

The full story tangled and fogged in your mind, the fine details having been lost over time and life, but the bulk of it remained clear in your memory. Your parents succumbed to hunger and disease roughly around the same time Polly had her own children snatched away, taken away by the parish and the inherent cruelty they possessed for the poor and helpless. A mother who found herself with her arms empty, and a child who had no one to hold her; the turns of life brought you two together to fill in the gnawing gaps left within your hearts. Polly raised you under her guarding veil, surrounded by her candles and her saints and her prayers, and the quiet cries she often hid in her pillow whenever one of her kids’ birthdays passed. The smell of smoke and sandalwood evoked her memory in your brain. Her tender hands had braided your hair and wiped your tears in the same beat they had fired guns and threatened men and women alike.

The same hands that now pushed you away like a puppy abandoned on the side of the road. 

“I am not stupid Polly” It takes all your strength to not let your voice quiver “This is because of the Italians, isn’t it? Cause of what happened to John and Michael. You think they will come after me too” This has to be it, no? This has to be the reason. You cannot see it otherwise, why would your mother in all but blood reject you so abruptly? The logic feels so solid and obvious it soothes you in a way, and you cling onto that hope desperately. 

Her head falls back, a cruel, cold burst of laughter emerging from her lips “Don’t be stupid, they are after our family, not our employees” Another jab at your heart; Polly Gray is hellbent on picking at every soft spot you possess. And what could be a more sensible topic than your parentage? Taken in, raised as one of them, fed from the same table and dressed from the same clothes. But nothing changed your true status; an outsider. Never a true Shelby nor Gray; you were not her daughter, even if you had filled in during her absence for nearly twenty years

“Polly, you don’t have to do this” Your pleading words and your tearful eyes could barely show the true turmoil you feel inside “I don’t want to leave. I cannot leave you, not now! I can defend myself, you taught me how! Please don’t push me away” You never thought you’d feel pain like this; you had been too young back in the day to understand the grief of losing your parents, but now? You are thankful, for you are sure if you had felt such pain at that tender age, you would have died of a broken heart.

Polly remains silent as she methodically lights another cigarette, taking her time to inhale a long drag. The smoke swirls around her face and stings her eyes it seems; the corners have reddened and they seem watery. But she fans the smoke away with a harsh wave of her hand and picks up her purse “Enough of this. I have to go and so do you. My driver will take you where you need” She stood and slipped on her coat; a coat you had gifted her for her birthday, back when money remained tight. You had personally purchased the materials and tailored the piece yourself to fit her perfectly. 

As she makes an attempt to walk past you, you grab her sleeve, a vice grip around her wrist. But she keeps her back turned to you, one foot set forward and ready to exit the office. She tugs on your grasp, but you are not relenting. She is sand between your fingers and you are futilely clinging to the last grains

“Mother, please” Your voice is small, evoking the same tone you used as a small child, newly come under her care, still clinging onto the dream that someday your parents would return for you. The same vulnerability and innocence, and the maddening desire to not be abandoned again.

But your tears and your pleas do not move her heart. She yanks from your hold with such ferocity the seams of the sleeve snag

“If I see you back into the city, I will chase you out myself”

And those are the last words Polly Gray has for the daughter she no longer has

~

The whistling of the train urges the travellers to climb, steam filling in the platform as the train employees parade down the long row of carriages, slamming doors closed and helping late comers to haul their bags up. You sit alone in a compartment, your suitcases packed in the overhead shelves and a small pile of notes resting at your side. You have left home in such a hurry you did not have time to warn your landlady, nor your friends nor the woman for whom you babysit every Wednesday. You write letters for them offering sincere apologies and vague explanations, citing urgent work matters, blaming your health, and even adding the appearance of a long lost family member to excuse such a hasty departure. You do not include your new address, for you don’t have one yet; all that awaits for you at the end of the journey is uncertainty.

The whistle blows one last time, another plume of steam shrouding the platform. Amongst the mist you think you see her; black coat and black veil, and shoes brought from Paris, with the delicate heel and the golden crossbar over the foot. You stand so abruptly the letters spill on the floor, the pen shattering and spilling ink all over your hard work. Your hands and cheeks are pressed to the cold glass, but the crystal is fogged and you can barely make out any form outside in the cold winter afternoon. You see the black shadow moving away, and you smash your gloved fists against the glass, chanting her name like a prayer. But it is too late; the engine starts and the station is left behind, alongside your last hope of reconciliation and your home.

~

You are not sure you saw her, but she saw you. She saw you bent over something in your lap, brows furrowed in concentration and shoulders slouched. It takes a lot of effort to restrain her from calling you out and remind you to keep the shoulders tight, like she did so many times as you grew up from awkward childhood into comely adolescence. Polly wonders if you had time to pack food for the journey, and makes note to comb your flat later to make sure you have not forgotten anything; you are always so lackadaisical, one ought to give thanks your head is glue to your body. In the train travels a trusted aide of hers; he will tail you, wherever you go, to ensure you find a safe home and proper job. Every step you take he will report to her, and every person who crosses your path he will check to keep any wandering enemies away. That much she can do to keep you safe. That, and keep you as far away from herself as she can; the Shelbys are cursed, all of them, and they bring nothing but pain and death to those they love the most.

As the train at last begins to move, she rolls down her veil and walks away from your window. Amidst the steam and under the black gauze and lace, it is easier to hide the tears.

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[levmada]

Hey Gee

Congratulations on 2500 followers! I'm rather new on Tumblr but your blog is already one of my favorites.

If you don't mind, I'd like to request prompt 'Grapple' ="sender manages to pin receiver while play-wrestling" for Eruri please. It's from the fluff list but I won't say no if there is some smut too but it's up to you of course.

Thank you :)

thank youuu! awe🥺im glad!!! i really hope you enjoy this fic then, i had a blast writing it hehe

//canonverse, no warnings, tooth-rotting fluff | 1.0k

“Levi, did you know that the freckles you have are supposedly where you were kissed in a past life?”

Levi groans and yanks the covers up and over his head, instantly thrusting him into a sea of stuffy air. But it's effective in combatting the early morning chill—especially while wearing just underwear—and the ways Erwin chooses to mess with him not even five minutes after opening their eyes.

“It’s too early even for you to be spewing philosophy,” he huffs, muffled under the puffy covers and still raspy. Despite that, Erwin is warm and heavy at his back, like a bear.

“It’s not philosophy,” he chuckles. His warm breath tickles his bare shoulder where he has unfairly stuck his head, penetrating Levi's cocoon.

“Conspiracy theory then.”

Erwin kisses the nape of his neck. “It’s not a conspiracy when the proof is before my eyes that you don’t have any freckles. It’s a problem to solve.”

“Tch…” Levi shivers as heat from his mouth slides down, covering where his neck slopes. “You just had a good dream, didn’t you.”

Erwin whispers, “I have a good dream right here.”

“You cheesy shit.”

Nonetheless, he melts as Erwin’s palm slides down from his sternum and his lips travel around his neck. Being doted on by Erwin will never be resistible.

But then he moves to unconventional places. Like his bicep, and across his pronounced shoulder-blades.

Levi makes an unhappy noise. “In my next life it’ll look like I have chickenpox.”

“I’ll apologize to you in person.”

“I’m touched,” he retorts.

Once Erwin’s kisses begin to tickle, though, he can no longer indulge in his game. Locking his throat against the manic little giggles building up, he playfully pushes back on Erwin's forehead and escapes by rolling onto his stomach.

Erwin chuckles. He's in danger.

“Hold still, Levi. I’m not finished.”

“Ugh.”

Levi squirms under him as Erwin dots kisses down his spine. He's not willing to escape and expose himself to the cold. Not that he actually minds it when Erwin is feeling this playful, even if it's at the asscrack of dawn.

“Did you know where you have bruises are supposedly where someone beat the hell out of you earlier that morning?”

Instinct jabs at Levi that an attack is coming. He ignores it.

Erwin slows to an abrupt stop, and then snaps into action. He bears down more and kisses every spot on his neck, shoulders, arms—anywhere he can feasibly reach.

He gawks as a strangled giggle wells up in his throat—no!

Erwin is so massive there's only one feasible way to get some sort of advantage without using his full strength. His biggest weakness is close combat after all.

Levi begins to thrash, throwing his arm back at an awkward angle and jabbing at Erwin’s side until he lifts himself up enough for him to shove himself back, sending them both toppling onto their backs.

Erwin squawks in surprise as they land bouncing in a ridiculous display at the foot of the bed. He's starting to laugh now, though. In fact he locks his ankles around Levi’s shins, pinning him in place as their arms fight to restrain the other’s.

Surely Levi will win a game of play-wrestling—it's not even his first time doing so, even though the whole affair comes off as an oxymoron in his mind. He has more strength.

Erwin is Erwin, though, and wins by slapping his hand down and tickling under Levi's ribs.

“You shit!” Levi tosses his head away from Erwin's teeth and groans to bury a disturbingly girlish giggle. “Fuck you."

“A win is a win.”

Levi arches his back and manages to get his free arm underneath him. He sneaks this by making it appear that it's trapped.

“A win is a win,” he mocks, and takes a handful of Erwin’s crotch.

He practically coughs in surprise, giving Levi the opening to tear himself free.

It's weird, since this isn't even real fighting, but he never feels this light and powerful.

He spins around, planning to leap again when the full force of Erwin’s weight comes crashing down on top of him, planting him firmly on his back. He's not out of breath, but Erwin's chest doesn't make it easy to breathe. No matter how he thrashes his limbs, Erwin is simply too heavy.

Erwin laughs gleefully, floating around the top of his head. “I didn't intend for things to go this far. But I actually managed to pin you down.”

It sounds like he’s underwater. “Yeah, all you had to do was crush me.”

"What was that?" he teases.

Levi internally rolls his eyes. It’s not so bad being crushed by his massive pecs, but he’s not about to admit that.

Levi continues to beat on his back, defiantly at first, but then growing slower and much weaker.

“Hng. I can’t remember... Everything’s getting dark."

“Levi, you can’t joke about that!”

“I can’t joke, you idiot,” he croaks. “I’m dead.”

“No!” he laughs, a thick and boisterous laugh that Levi loves. He raises himself up a little, and dots kisses all over his face.

“Agh.” Levi tries to dodge from this onslaught and fails spectacularly. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m resuscitating you. It seems like it worked,” he beams.

Levi scoffs, and turns his head away as Erwin traces his pronounced jaw with his lips. Added by the pressure of Erwin’s navel against his crotch, he’s feeling less playful by the moment and more impatient for something else.

“I love seeing your smile.”

Groaning, Levi throws his arm over his mouth.

“You can’t hide. Your eyes crinkle when you smile.”

Levi hides his eyes then, but he's still smiling. “You’re so annoying,” he chuckles softly. His voice cracks. He’s not used to laughing.

“I’ll change your mind.”

“Hm?”

Erwin tongues the defined divots of his collarbones as he rocks forward gently, giving his cock friction finally. Levi truly melts as his teeth make an appearance, nipping at the sensitive skin.

“Mm,” he moans under his breath, squirming his legs apart as Erwin develops more of a a rhythm. Levi sinks his fingers into his hair, turning his head to give him more space. “Smiling gets you this hot and bothered?”

“Yes,” he answers pointedly.

Levi snorts at the absurdity, but he’s unable to fake annoyance for long as Erwin’s lips begin following down his chest.

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[negrowhat]

Congratulations!!!

What are your top 10 favorite couples?

HEY FRIENDS CELEBRATE ME REACHING 2500 FOLLOWERS BY SENDING ME ASKS:

Nothing’s off the table for these asks. You can ask me anything. Top 3′s, Top 5′s, Top 10′s, even Top 22′s (lord). They can be BL related, KPOP related, food, movies, people. Or you can just drop in the ask box to show your love and congratulate ya sis on 2500. 

THANKS FOR THE LOVE! Top 10 fave couples? Let's see

FighterTutor from Why R U? Not the best with communication sure, but they had undeniable chemistry together. With Tutor, Fighter was able to be himself. With Fighter, Tutor was able to be more at ease and learn to lean on someone else. They were sweet and romantic and I love them.

Gene and Nubsib from Lovely Writer. I adore Gene. And even though Sib was manipulative and a bit of a sociopath, he took amazing care of Gene. I love that Gene stayed true to himself and held Sib accountable for his problematic behavior. I love how much Nubsib loved Gene and I liked watching him baby Gene even though Gene was older.

WinTeam from Until We Meet Again. It's no secret that I adore the depth of their relationship. We didn't see a ton of it in UWMA and I'm super excited for Between Us. But the security and comfort that Win brings Team is something very special and beautiful.

PayuRain from Love in the Air. Surprise, surprise. I love them. I love their dynamic. I love the clear D/s relationship they have. I love that Payu pushes Rain to be a better student. I love that Rain says what he's thinking. I love that they're protective over each other. I love that Payu would do anything for Rain. I just love them.

KinnPorsche from KinnPorsche the Series. Yea no surprise there either. KP's relationship is a hot mess a lot of the time. But Kinn allows himself to be at ease around Porsche. He's comfortable enough to show his true self to Porsche. I love that Porsche didn't really show signs of interest until he got to know the real Kinn. The trot singing, lame-joke-making, easily excitable Kinn. I love that it took Porsche some time to decide he wanted to be with Kinn. I love that it wasn't instant for him. They were very sweet together despite all the issues.

Yeon Woo and Yoo Han from Color Rush S1. I have so much love for these 2. Soulmates is one of my fave tropes and they were soulmates in everyway. The importance they held to each other. The undeniable attraction they felt. The obsession. They needed each other to feel completed. Toxic in some ways but endearing in others.

WinTops from Ingredients the Series. My comfort couple. Roommates + slow burn + friends to lovers = WinTops. They were everything to me. The softest and the sweetest.

SkyJao from Secret Crush On You. They are perfection. Sky is literally the sweetest guy and he went above and beyond to show Jao that he was perfect the way he was. Jao is the best boy and I related to him heavily. I loved everything about them.

KaengPuth from Y-Destiny. My boys were a hot mess, but I enjoyed watching 2 playboys fall in love and turn into cat dads. First and Toru had amazing chemistry and I loved them together. Also I love that they started off as fuck buddies.

CaiReel from Gameboys. These Quarantine boos hold a special place in my heart. I can't explain how much I adore them. They had good communication and openly supported and loved each other. They helped each other through hard times and built a beautiful and strong relationship.

HEY FRIENDS CELEBRATE ME REACHING 2500 FOLLOWERS BY SENDING ME ASKS:

Nothing’s off the table for these asks. You can ask me anything. Top 3′s, Top 5′s, Top 10′s, even Top 22′s (lord). They can be BL related, KPOP related, food, movies, people. Or you can just drop in the ask box to show your love and congratulate ya sis on 2500. 

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[citrinebunny]

Congratulations on the followers, sweetheart. I’m not going to lie and say I wouldn’t absolutely love it if you posted the body picture, but I don’t have to see it to know you’re hot. (;

Would it make you sad to know that I technically don’t follow you? I do visit your blog a lot (obviously, given how much I’ve been flirting in your asks lately) but mine just isn’t all that horny, so I’m not really following any NSFT blogs at the moment. You might have to become the exception if you keep being so damn cute, though.

- 💕

anon you don’t follow me?!? i’m so shocked :0 i totally understand not wanting nsft stuff on your dash, but i just can’t believe someone who has written literal essays about exactly how they’d fuck me doesn’t have an equally horny blog! i think i feel honored? because if you keep coming back i guess that means you truly are obsessed <3

still debating the picture, maybe at 2500? haven’t decided, but you’re so sweet :) and for the record i am hot

also i have your other ask, just haven’t had time to answer yet!!

#nsft #citrinebunny asks #💕 anon #ask

[gexhaustdavie1]

Tips For Installing Your Air Intake

If you're looking to modify your car, there are lots of ways to do it. But one of the most popular mods is an air intake system, which can improve your vehicle's performance and save you money on gas at the pump. If you're new to installing parts in your engine bay, though—or if you've never done any sort of mechanical work—this can be a daunting task. Thankfully, with the right tools and tips for success under your belt (so to speak), getting an air intake system running on your car isn't nearly as difficult as it may seem at first blush. Here are the tips that will help make installing an air intake kit easy:

Start with a Clean House

The first step to installing your air intake system is to prepare the engine bay. If you haven't already, remove any unnecessary parts from underneath the hood and make sure that there are no parts in the way of installing your new filter.

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Test it on the road: Take your car for a test drive and see how much better it runs than before. If you notice an improvement in performance or fuel economy, then congratulations--you've successfully installed an air intake system!

Test it in the garage: If you don't have access to a dyno (the machine used to test horsepower), then try testing out your new intake system by revving up the engine in neutral at 2500 RPMs for 30 seconds or so with no load on the motor other than parasitic losses from accessories like fans and lights etc., and check for leaks around seals after shutting off engine. This will give some indication as to whether there are any problems with vacuum leaks caused by bad gaskets/seals etc., but won't tell whether there has been any increase in actual horsepower output since these tests do not simulate real world conditions where there will always be some degree of drag created by things like wind resistance that aren't present inside most garages when performing such tests."

You can install your own air intake system.

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If this is something that interests you but you don't know where to start, here are some tips on how to install an air intake:

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“Tell me what you want.”

Hello hello!! As my life is getting some stability back, I’m able to write some more! Yay! I hope you all will enjoy this one. This is for @some-piece​‘s follower milestone event, 2500 Gremlins for Bas! (Thank you Bas, for extending the deadline and giving me a chance to do this prompt justice.) I asked for an n.sfw prompt, and got “Tell me what you want”.

Ohhh Baaaaas~ I’m here with a very spicy gift for youuuuuu! Congratulations on your INCREDIBLE follower milestone, you deserve all of them! Thank you for being so wonderful and supportive. So please enjoy this, ahem, particular piece of spiciness for your 2500 Gremlins Event!

CW: obviously n.sfw, cis female reader, featuring dom!Law, bondage, blindfolding, hickeys, edging, brat taming, spanking, begging

    “Tsk, tsk, you’ve been poorly behaved today, baby girl,” Law purred just behind your left ear, sending shivers down your spine. You would have turned your head to look at him, but it wouldn’t have done any good. The silk blindfold over your eyes blocked your vision, and with your hands tied securely behind you, there was no way it was coming off soon. You felt the bed dip behind you under Law’s weight as his long fingers traced over your skin, brushing across the back of your neck teasingly. “I’m going to have to punish you…”

    “Oh? You’re gonna punish me?” You taunted. He was right, you were in the brattiest of brat moods today, and weren’t about to cave under a few slightly stern words. At your remark, Law reached around and grabbed you by the chin harshly. His grip was iron as he leaned you back onto his chest, and you could feel his defined abs into your back. His other hand gripped your hip bone and started tracing agonizingly slow circles there. 

    “I don’t think you understand just the position you’re in, little girl.” His hand traveled south, hovering just above your core. “But I wonder… how long can you keep up that bratty act before you’re begging for my cock?” 

    “Pretty long if this is how you plan to tease me,” you smirked, knowing this would rile him even more. But instead of a low growl, you hear a dark chuckle rise from his chest.

    “Oh, you’re in for it today, baby girl.”

    You don’t know how long Law held you here, teasing your clit mercilessly and sucking harsh purple marks into the soft skin of your neck, but your legs were shaking. You wanted to cum so badly, wanted something inside you so you could finally reach that peak Law had been pushing you towards, but you didn’t want to admit how much his teasing had been getting to you. His teeth scrape across a sensitive part of your neck and you mewl, causing him to pause.

    “Oh? Caving already?” You could feel his devilish smirk against your skin, and it irked your pride.

    “No,” you panted. “Definitely not.” Law chuckled.

    “That so? Not even when I do… this?” He asks as one of his long fingers curls inside you, causing you to moan out loud. “Sounds like you’re about to cum… If you’re a good girl and ask nicely, I’ll let you cum.” His finger slowly dragged in and out of you, painfully slow, too slow to push you over the edge. However, when you stubbornly held on to your pride, Law slowly retracted his hand completely, and just when you were so, so close! You couldn’t help the whine that rose out of your throat.

    “Law…”

    “What’s that? You want something, [Y/N]?” He cooed in your ear and it was like a siren song… but you held out, shaking your head. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Then I’ll have to bring you down before I edge you again.” Suddenly you found yourself face down on the bed, ass in the air as he fondled it roughly. Quickly, the hand left only to come down on your ass sharply. The sound of skin on skin cut the silence like a knife, amplified by the fact you were relying on your hearing for nearly everything. He spanked you again, on the other cheek this time, and you hissed as you felt the sting. 

    He kept you there, waiting in suspense for when the next spank would come, each one making you jolt more as your skin became more sensitive. When you finally let out a whimper, Law’s hand came to rest on your ass, caressing it soothingly.

    “Now… you can either be a good girl and beg for my cock, or you can get another round of edging and spanks,” he purred, running his index finger down your spine enticingly. “Which will it be, baby girl? Tell me what you want.” Even your brattiness couldn’t stand up to the way your body ached for him in that moment, wanted, needed him to give you that promised pleasure you had been craving since you started trying to tease him earlier today. You writhed against the restraints that held you firmly, and finally let out a long, needy whine that made Law grin devilishly.

    “Fuck me! Law, I want you to fuck me so bad,” you whimpered, rubbing your thighs together for any kind of friction between your legs. You felt long hands spread your thighs apart as one of his thumbs traced the wetness that was shining down your inner thigh. 

    “I didn’t hear you say ‘please’,” Law purred sadistically. A singular digit swiped across your folds, that one touch heightening the throbbing sensation you felt in your core to an unbearable level as you clenched around nothing.

    “Nnnngh, please! Please Law, just fuck me already! I can’t take it anymore…” You felt Law’s weight behind you shift as he leaned over you, his hard cock sliding between your thighs slowly as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

    “See now, was that really so hard, baby girl? All you had to do was ask,” he coos, taunting you.

    “You’re such an ass,” you grumble back at him, and his grip on your hips tightens. He pulls you into himself sharply, rutting across your wet folds but not entering, not giving you that pleasure you desperately crave.

    “And here I thought you were done being bratty… Looks like I need to give you another lesson.” 

    “No! Please, please, I’ll… I’ll be good,” you pleaded while panting for breath under him.

    “You’ll be a good girl for me then? Only good girls get to cum,” he asks, knowing the answer.

    “Yes, yes, I’ll be your good girl!” One of his hands left your hip to line himself up with your entrance, slowly easing himself into you and listening with a smirk how you moaned. He reached up to grab your bound hands, pulling your torso off the bed as he filled you. Somehow you felt even more at his mercy now without your hands to hold you up than you did pushed face down on the bed. At least then you had the solid sensation of bed under you to ground you. Now it was just your knees touching the mattress as you took him to the hilt, expelling all thoughts from your mind. Suddenly, his other hand left your hip, to be brought down on your ass with force yet again. You whined out his name desperately.

    “You think that just because you asked nicely for my cock that I was done punishing you? Don’t be silly,” he teased, a sinister edge to his deep, sexy baritone as he began to slide in and out of your walls. “Now, take your punishment like a good girl while I fuck the brat right out of you.”

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Rae! Congratulations on 2500 followers! You deserve each and every one of them!

I love your fics and especially your humour!

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Thank you so much! This is last but not least! I went with a 3 +1 format that deals with Carlos and his anxiety and the people that have helped him through it.

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Carlos frowns as the frog slips through his fingers and splashes back into the creek. It floats along the surface for a moment before kicking its back legs and disappearing beneath the water.

He wipes his wet and muddy hands on his pants, hoping his mother won’t be too upset with him for getting them dirty. He wouldn't have to worry about it if he could wear his play clothes for lunch at Tia Lucy's on Sunday after church.

Carlos finds the whole thing kind of boring. The food is always good, but he hates the attention and how everyone treats him just because he’s the youngest. He’s almost six, but his aunts still treat him like a baby while his uncles ask him if he has a girlfriend yet.

Today he snapped. He told his Tia Camilla to leave him alone and his Tio Oliver that girls were gross.

His father reprimanded him for being rude, and his mother looked horrified. Carlos took off running around the back of the barn and across the open field. He ran until he hit the treeline and then more after that, only slowing when he found the creek and saw the frogs swimming below the surface.

As he stands up and looks around, he realizes that he doesn’t know which way he came from and that it’s starting to get dark and cold.

He left his jacket in the car, mulishly telling his mother that he didn’t need it, but as he crosses his arms and rubs his hands over his skin, he wishes he had listened.

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Burn The Witch 2 - First Impressions [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback to the first chapter my loves ! ❤ Here’s chapter 2, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: Mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language.

Summary: First impressions can be wrong.

Chapter 1 

Being a spy for years had taught you to be able to tell whether a mission would be dangerous or not before they even sent you there.

For example, the mission they had put you on three years ago where you had to poison the target in a very crowded ballroom while pretending to be an artifacts expert was a dangerous one.

Or five years ago when you had quite literally brought a dagger into a gun fight in a storage unit, that was also quite dangerous.

But something told you that going after Bucky Barnes would be the most dangerous mission you’d ever had so far, and you weren’t even going to be engaged in a fight.

Instead you were expected to make him fall in love with you, which-

To be honest, engaging in a fight would’ve been much easier.

“This is unacceptable.” Your best friend paced in the empty conference room while you nibbled on the chocolate, keeping your eyes on your phone. “You should’ve said no.”

“I can’t say no, it’s a mission.”

“No, it’s my father treating you like a—like a—“ she threw her hands up, “Honey trap!”

You shrugged your shoulders, scrolling down on the screen but then looked up when she snapped her fingers in front of your eyes.

“Y/N!”

“Chloe if I nail this mission, I’ll get the position I want. I could be a handler next year, do you know how big that is?”

“You need to stop pretending like you’re fine with this.”

“You’re sending me the files tonight right?” you asked, ignoring her huff of impatience and she sat down, crossing her arms.

“Yes,” she said, “Everything there is to know about Bucky Barnes is in there, lots of things you could use. I gathered it myself. His past, his interests back then, what he has been doing since he got here, his favorite porn, his favorite musicians—“

“I’m sorry, what was that last one?”

“His favorite musicians?” she played dumb, grinning and you shifted your weight.

“You wouldn’t do that background check on me, would you?”

Her grin widened as she wiggled her brows, “Just so you know, you’re such a cliché.”

“Jesus Christ.” You slipped a little in your seat, your cheeks burning, “I hate you so much.”

“No you don’t,” she sang and you tried to focus on the screen, but the door to the conference room opened, gathering your attention. Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw the figure stepping inside and you jumped on your feet as Chloe gasped.

“Keith?”

Keith was the third member of your small friend group. He was a field agent just like you were, and for years you, Chloe and Keith had always had each other’s backs, in or outside of missions.

Back at the academy you were inseparable and it had been months since you had last seen him.

“Figured I’d find you two here,” he said, “I just followed the scent of despair.”

“I thought you were still in Prague!” You rushed to hug him and he ruffled your hair before you batted his hand away.

“I was but I got called in at 5 in the morning. General’s orders.”

“It was about time my father did something right.” Chloe came to kiss his cheek, making him grin, “Gosh, it’s so good to have you back!”

“Good to be back, gorgeous,” he lifted her up in a hug before setting her down as she squealed, “I missed you.”

Your jaw dropped when you saw the file in his hand, “Hold on. Is that what I think it is?”

“It could be,” he told you, “That is, if you’ll have me in your mission.”

“The best news I got since I landed.” You pumped your fist in the air “Yes! Yes I do want you in the mission!”

“So then,” he said as he sat beside you and put his feet up on the table while you leaned back, “Is what I heard true?”

“Yes and you need to tell her she’s being ridiculous,” Chloe motioned at you and Keith pursed his lips.

“I just thought we put this whole honey trap thing behind us back in 1950s.”

“Exactly!”

“Guys come on, if Accords pass—screw that, even if they don’t pass, think about how we can use Barnes.”

Keith clicked his tongue, tilting his head.

“Will we use him more than we’re using you right now?” he asked and you rolled your eyes, grabbing the file in his hand.

“Your alias is Whistler this time?”

“Yep,” he nodded, “General says yours is Shrike?”

“Mm hm.”

“Considering what this Barnes mission entails, I’m surprised he didn’t call you Swallow.”

You kicked at his boot and he let out a laugh, holding his hands up.

“What? That was the terminology back in the day for agents seducing people for the mission, wasn’t it? Raven for guys, swallow for girls.”

“Hilarious,” you deadpanned and Chloe sat on the table, still pouting.

“You’re both fine with this then?”

“Chloe, the guy was around in World War 2,” you said patiently, “If I don’t want to sleep with him, I’ll just tell him I’m waiting for marriage, it’s probably not a foreign concept for him, old times and all. Happy?”

She arched a brow, “If you say so,” she said, “But you know there are examples of undercover agents falling for their targets, right? Especially in situations like these.”

Keith chuckled, “Yeah, that’d make a great story for your grandchildren.”

“Except that I wouldn’t get to have those grandchildren because I’d be killed.”

“Don’t say that!”

“Just let me know beforehand if the Winter Soldier decides to make an honest woman out of you,” Keith said and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Look at you, making jokes.”

“I’m a funny guy, thank you very much,” he said, “So what are we doing tonight?”

“Killing some Hydra scum,” you said, “There’s this gallery opening, apparently evil guys love art nowadays. Who knew?”

“You need a spotter?”

“Sure thing.”

“After you guys are done killing that target, can we hang out?” Chloe asked, “We need to catch up.”

“Only if I get to pick the movie,” Keith made a face, “I don’t trust your taste after the last time.”

“10 Things I Hate About You is a classic!”

“Do you want to hear the one thing I hate about you, Chloe? Spoiler, it’s your taste in movies.”

“Play nice, kids,” you said, skimming the lines on the screen and Chloe huffed.

“Fine. And after that, we can work on the seduction mission.”

“You’re in on that as well?” Keith asked and Chloe nodded.

“Duh.”

“Look at us, Charlie’s Angels is back.” Keith said, “Wait, does that mean General is Charlie?”

You supressed a laugh and shook your head fondly, looking at Keith.

“I missed you, asshole.”

“Missed you too, trouble.”

                                                       ***

Working for the division you did had its advantages, and it never stopped to surprise you how you could always get the newest gadgets before going on missions. Chloe had installed certain features into your “sniper costume” as she put it, and one of them was a ring that would call the nearby agents of your team to your location, and the other one was a ski mask that was both bulletproof and could change your voice.

“Batman does it, why not you?” she had said before making you try it.

“Shrike, ma’am?” Keith’s voice echoed in your ear and you adjusted your earpiece before checking the harness around your waist, just in case you needed to jump off the building. Your team was already in position if you were in any way compromised, and you started setting your sniper rifle.

“Since when do you call me ma’am?” you asked Keith and he chuckled.

“Since they put you in charge of a team.”

“Don’t listen to him, guys,” you said to the rest of the team and took a look at the city lights, taking a deep breath.

Rooftops were always peaceful, even when you were holding a sniper rifle.

“ETA of the target?”

“Two minutes.” Keith said and you pressed your lips together, pointing the rifle at the entrance of the gallery, looking through the scope.

“So I think I found a movie for tonight,” Keith said as you shook your head slightly, trying to focus.

“Later.”

“James Bond?” he asked, “We can take a shot every time the movie gets something wrong about being a spy. We’ll probably be hammered by the end of the night.”

“One minute, Shrike.” One of the agents said and you exhaled through your mouth, your finger on the trigger.

“No seriously, don’t you guys like James Bond? I think it’s because of that movie I chose this line of work, but—“ Keith was cut off when you pulled the earpiece out of your ear to have a moment of silence so that you could concentrate when the target arrived, but as soon as you grabbed the rifle again, you heard the familiar sound of someone racking the slide of a gun, followed by a calm voice.

“Easy there,” he said, “Put the rifle down.”

You cursed at yourself in your head, then withdrew your hands from the rifle. Your earpiece was off, meaning that no one in your team could hear you, and you checked whether you could grab the gun from him, but he wasn’t standing close enough.

Professional.

You held up your hands, then slowly turned to see who was threatening you before your heart dropped to your stomach.

Damn it.

This was definitely not the way you were supposed to meet Bucky Barnes.

Thankfully you were wearing a ski mask, so your identity wouldn’t be compromised and the next time you met him, you could pretend.

And he would be none the wiser.

You pressed on the ring Chloe had given you to alert the others, keeping your eyes on the barrel of the gun.

“I thought I saw a glimpse of a scope.”

“Congratulations,” you deadpanned, trying to stall so that your team could get there, “You want a watch as a prize? A refrigerator?”

He looked almost surprised at your snarky comment and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Listen, it’s my target. So if you want to kill him, too bad. I was here first, early bird and all that, shoo.”

Even you could see his confusion that lasted for a second and a small smile pulled at your lips.

“Ah. You don’t know who my target is.”

“I know I’m not going to let you kill someone in a pretty crowded gallery.”

“Even if it’s some Hydra scum?” you asked and he pulled back.

“What?”

You stole a look at the entrance of the gallery over your shoulder as the limo pulled over.

“Mm hm. You really shouldn’t be stopping me Barnes. We got this, you can go and play the superhero with Wilson.”

“You know who I am.”

“Everyone knows who you are,” you stated, making him pause for a moment.

“I didn’t catch your name.”

You tut tutted, “Don’t be greedy.”

“Well, how do I know you’re not lying about your target if you can’t even give me your name?”

“Why would I lie about my target?”

“So that I would let you shoot him.”

“Aw, you’re cute,” you taunted him, tilting your head, “But I don’t recall asking for your permission.”

He stared at you for a couple of seconds.

“Who are you?” he asked and you grinned as you heard the footsteps coming closer.

“Until next time, soldier.” You said as the team burst through the door, guns blazing. He turned around to point his gun at the agents, immediately taking cover as you picked up the rifle again.

It was time to get back to work.

You looked through the scope, found the target and pulled the trigger, blood splattering over the walls and chaos erupted over the street instantly, people screaming and running everywhere. You looked over your shoulder to see your team managing to keep Barnes busy with the constant gunshots, then you checked the harness around your waist again and jumped over the roof to land on top of the car waiting for you in the street. The rope went up to the roof as you unbuckled it and got into the car, pulling the ski mask off your face.

“You weren’t compromised, right?” Keith asked and you shook your head.

“I’m not an amateur,” you said as he stepped on the gas, the car breezing through the road. 

“You don’t look so happy,” Keith said after taking a look at you and you pursed your lips together, deep in thought.

“He didn’t take me hostage.”

“Hm?”

“When the team burst through the door and I turned around to kill the target. He’s a super soldier, he could’ve grabbed me, use me as a leverage to get out of there. That’s what I’d do but he didn’t attack me or the team, he took cover.”

“So?”

“Keith, it’s the fucking Winter Soldier we’re talking about. He can kill a team of agents in seconds, but I bet he just got out of there. Without hurting anyone.”

“Maybe he’s just a good person.” Keith chuckled and you slipped a little in the seat, biting at your fingernails.

“I guess.”

“Would it be so bad?”

“It would make no difference,” you muttered, keeping your eyes on the city lights, “Good person or not, he’s my mission.”

“Clearly, but aren’t you going to feel just a little guilty if he ends up being a good guy?”

You scoffed a laugh and turned to him.

“I’m no use to anyone if I develop a guilty conscience,” you stated, “Much less to myself. You know that.”

A silence fell upon the car before he heaved a sigh.

“Listen, Chloe has a point as always,” he said, “These kind of missions are hard, okay? The longer you’re playing your part, the easier it will be to believe it. Feelings get involved, there are bunch of agents who ended up hesitating when it was time to bring their target in, so if you—“

“I won’t hesitate.”

“Y/N.”

“I won’t hesitate,” you repeated, “I swear. The minute this mission is over, I’ll bring him in. Orders are orders.”

Keith let out a whistle, “If you say so.”

You bit inside your cheek and leaned your head on the window, fixing your gaze outside.

“Considering the lack of alternatives,” you rasped out, “Yeah. Yeah I do say so.”  

Chapter 3 

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as dawn steals by

Based on this anonymous request: 2 and 27 from the love prompt list please! and congratulations on such an achievement xx

Thank you so much, babe! And I hope you like this xx 

Prompt: 

2. "You’re so cute when you’re sleepy.”

27. “Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you. You’re an angel when you’re sleeping.”

Pairing: Spencer Reid x ASMRtist Reader

Category: Comfort/Fluff (maybe mild angst?)

TW: Mentions of insomnia, trauma from BAU cases

Word Count: 2500 

This has been sitting as a document on my computer for an embarassingly long time. I still kind of feel like it isn’t...great. But, you guys are always so supportive of me and I feel like I have to deliver something in return. I edited it a few times over, but if you absolutely hate it, I’m so sorry! Also it’s 2.5k words because I hit 2.5k followers! Thank you so much for your support! 

Spencer Reid having trouble sleeping isn’t exactly news for the rest of the BAU team. His eye bags and ridiculous coffee consumption had been the butt of many jokes and the cause of many a concerned glance since he started at the BAU at just 23. Even now, nearly seven years since he joined the team, it’s still concerning. And Penelope Garcia has had enough of it. 

“Ow!” Spencer gripes as Garcia drags him by the elbow to her batcave. “Garcia, did I do something wrong?” 

Penelope doesn’t respond until the two of them are in her office, but then she releases his arm only to turn on him aggressively, “When was the last time you slept, 187? 

Spencer’s eyes widen, “That’s what this is about? I thought I’d done something seriously wrong-”

“Oh, you have,” interrupts Penelope. “It’s not safe for you to do this job without proper sleep.” 

Spencer leans against the door, crossing his arms around himself protectively, his eyes dropping to his sneakers, “I mean...it’s not like any of us have a healthy sleep schedule.”

“Most of us at least try to have one when we aren’t working on a case,” Penelope tells him, slyly sitting in her chair to meet his gaze. “Look, I know you’ve never been much of a sleeper, but I’m your friend and I’m worried about you.”

“Thanks...thanks, Garcia,” Spencer replies, his voice quieter now. “I...I just can’t seem to...” he trails off. Penelope sighs gently and pats the seat next to her. Spencer sighs and sits next to her, still looking slightly dejected. 

“I know it’s hard for you to shut off that great, big brain of yours, Reid,” Penelope says, trying to ease the tension she can practically feel taking hold of his brain as he settles next to her. “But, I had an idea...have you ever heard of ASMR?”

“Autonomous sensory meridian response?” Spencer asks by way of response. “Sure.” 

“Okay, well there are these people on the internet called ASMRtists. They make free videos of themselves performing ASMR triggers. They’re all over YouTube,” Penelope finishes her statement and looks hopefully at Spencer, who looks less than convinced by this idea.

“Um...okay,” Spencer nods slowly. “And you think this could help me?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Penelope agrees. “Specifically, I think she could help you.” She redirects his attention to the screen. Spencer’s face burns bright red as he meets the stunning eyes of the girl on screen. Penelope looks over at Spencer’s face, blushing and eyes wide, and barely contains her smirk. 

“This,” she states dramatically, “is Y/N Y/L/N. Or, on YouTube she goes by Tiny Tolstoy Triggers.”

“Tolstoy?” Spencer asks, not looking away from the screen. 

Penelope fully smirks now, “Yes, Tolstoy. She started out on YouTube by doing whispered readings of War and Peace and Anna Karenina. She does some other content now, but she kept the same name even after gaining some followers.” Penelope almost lets out a giggle when she looks over at Spencer, who is completely enraptured by the video in front of him - a video that isn’t even playing yet. Penelope knew, or had at least hoped, he’d enjoy Y/N’s ASMR content, but she hadn’t counted on him being so easily enchanted by Y/N herself. 

“Cool,” Spencer rasps in response. His eyes still locked on the screen, he clears his throat, “So, um, where do...where would I find her reading videos?” 

~~~

Upon arriving at home, Spencer attempts, albeit rather incredibly unsuccessfully, not to think about Y/N. He’s intrigued, sure, but, after years of struggling with insomnia, he’s not sure it will do him any good. Even worse, he’s embarrassingly concerned about how very attractive he finds her. 

He avoids it for a while. He scans his bookshelf, almost compulsorily grabbing War and Peace, only to pick Life and Fate and settling in to read it. Despite this effort, he finds himself barely able to focus on the book, wondering if she would enjoy the works of Vasily Grossman as much as she seems to enjoy Tolstoy. He makes it to dinner time and, after shoveling down a leftover container of pad thai, his curiosity wins out. Sitting down and opening his laptop, a device he possesses for work and work only, he manages to open his email and find the link that Garcia sent to Y/N’s videos. He clicks the link after a moment of contemplation. The beautiful face from earlier in the day fills the screen and he takes a deep breath. God, she’s so pretty. 

Spencer does a bit of investigating around her uploads. He clicks on an older video, simply named War and Peace - Book 12, Chapter 3. The second he clicks it, he knows he’s in trouble. She is so utterly enchanting, it’s almost absurd. Her eyes light up as she reads and her voice is gentle and quiet, but intelligent. She seems to fully understand every word she reads, giving life to each moment of one of his favorite books. 

Now in full investigation mode, Spencer looks through some of her other videos, clicking on a recent upload titled Q&A for 75k Subscribers! Delighted by the idea of finding out more about her, he soon regrets his decision. The more he finds out about her, the stronger the feeling in his chest grows, a feeling he tries desperately to avoid at all costs. 

“_merelyhere_ asks: ‘Why do you enjoy Tolstoy so much?’” Y/N giggles delightfully at the question and then sits up a little straighter from her criss crossed position in front of the camera. “Well, here’s the thing...there’s something...huh, you know? I don’t really know. I remember the first time I read War and Peace and it just...there was something so passionate about it, which was so unexpected.” Y/N grins to herself, her eyes lighting up. Spencer can feel his heart lurching in his chest, as though it was desperate to reach out to the delightful creature on his laptop screen. 

“I’d always heard that Russian literature was boring,” Y/N continues, still grinning, her soft voice trembling with excitement in an attempt to keep her volume low. “And it’s hard not to expect that, I mean, most Russian literature is so long, I mean the books are huge. I always felt like I wouldn’t be smart enough to read them. I picked up a copy at a Yard Sale and it just... it really taught me - God, this is going to sound so cheesy but - to never judge a book by its cover. I mean, take War and Peace. My favorite character is the peasant, Platon Karataev because Pierre, and Tolstoy, really, so highly respect his commonplace nature. In that time, he would’ve been looked down upon by Russian elites, but Tolstoy just clearly loves this character so much...it just really brings up the themes of the novel, which is all about really valuing the human experience just as it is rather than detaching yourself from it….am I boring you?”

Her question should surprise him, but it doesn’t, and he can practically feel the sparkle in his eyes.

“You never bore me,” he replies, dreamily. 

Y/N smiles at him, she runs her hands through his curls and coos, “You’re so cute when you’re sleepy.”

“I’m not sleepy,” Spencer argues, staring up at her, “I just love you.” He’s about to take her face in his hands, about to caress her jaw and kiss her and - 

Spencer snaps awake, his laptop now dead in front of him. He blinks, confused by the soft light in his apartment. He sits up, his bones aching. The pleasant light of dawn fills his living room and Spencer realizes: he slept. For a while. Like, a significant amount of time. The memories of his dream rush back to him and he can feel a blush crawling up his neck. 

Of course he would be falling in love with the only sleep cure he’d ever found. 

~~~

It is rare for Penelope Garcia to be furious, especially at her friends. Spencer had been making such good progress on improving his sleep schedule and she was so proud, plus she loved teasing him about Y/N Y/L/N, especially when he’d asked for help to make a YouTube account so he could subscribe to her channel. She’d let him off the hook during the last case, knowing that solving the crime took precedence. She’d even allowed a couple of days for him to get back on track. Now, two weeks later, Spencer’s eye bags were more prominent than ever and his dependency on coffee was verging on criminal. Once again, she drags him by his elbow to her batcave, with notably less resistance than the last time. She closes the door behind herself and turns to see Spencer sheepishly avoiding her glare. 

“And just what,” she begins, “do you have to say for yourself?” 

“I’m sorry,” Spencer grumbles. When he offers no explanation, Penelope sighs dramatically. 

“Junior G-man,” she whines, “I thought we were past this? You were doing so well. What about Y/N? I thought that was working for-” she cuts herself off when she notices Spencer’s shoulders tense at the mention of Y/N’s name. “What are you not telling me, 187?”

“Nothing,” Spencer mumbles, “there’s nothing to tell. I’ve read that some people can develop ASMR immunity if they overexpose themselves to the content and-”

Penelope tuts,. “I do not allow lying in my batcave.” 

Spencer stares at her, his eyes narrowing teasingly, “You could be a profiler, you know? It’s...it’s Y/N.”

“What’s wrong with her?” At Penelope’s question, Spencer’s eyes grow wide defensively.

“Nothing,” he corrects quickly. “Absolutely nothing...that’s the problem.”

It hits Penelope all at once, “Oh my God! You like her!” 

Spencer grimaces, “I just...she’s so lovely and she seems so kind and...and she’s so smart and funny and interesting and endearing and I….I kept having dreams about her so I had to stop watching her and now I can’t sleep.” 

“Aw, 187,” Penelope sympathetically replies. “What kind of dreams?”

“They were sweet, nothing weird,” Spencer blushes. “She would just...I don’t know, just talk to me.”

“What does she say?” Penelope asks. 

Spencer furrows his brows and shuts his eyes, “Last time I had a dream with her was two weeks ago and she...she sat with me on my couch and I guess I moved or something? And she said, ‘Sorry. I didn’t want to wake you. You’re an angel when you’re sleeping.’ I told her that she’s the angelic one and then she smiled and I thought we were going to...to kiss or something…” Spencer’s eyes snapped open, filled with sadness, “And then I woke up. I just...I feel so pathetic.” 

“You’re not pathetic, Reid,” Penelope whispers. Spencer opens his mouth to say something, but closes it, shaking his head. 

“It’s inarguably pathetic to fall in love with someone you can’t have.” With that, Spencer leaves the batcave. 

Penelope slumps in her seat, brows furrowed, a determination setting in as she types Y/N Y/L/N into her database. “We’ll see about that.”

~~~

“Come on, Reid,” Penelope demands, standing above his desk. It’s a quarter past six and he should’ve left already so he looks up in confusion at the blond.

“Where...where are we going?” 

“I feel like I owe you for the whole...ASMR thing, so...I found a reading of that Gross book you like at the local library. There’s a new-”

“Are you talking about the new translation of Vasily Grossman’s wartime journals?” Spencer asks, his eyes growing wide with excitement.

“Yeah, that’s the one,” Garcia nods. 

“You don’t have to do this-”

“I want to,” Garcia interrupts. “It’s my fault you started watching her at all. Besides, I feel kind of bad for this translator, I think we might be the only ones going.” 

“There aren’t that many Grossman fans out there, that’s for sure,” Spencer agrees, gathering his things.”

“We’ll see about that, won’t we?” Garcia whispers to herself, but Spencer hears it, deciding not to say anything. She says nothing more like that as the two of them head out, Garcia offering to drive. While not crowded by any means, they are two of about ten people in attendance, so they find seats without any trouble. There’s about twenty minutes until the reading begins and Garcia is restless in her seat, looking all around them.

“Garcia,” Spencer whispers, concerned by her fidgeting, “I know this isn’t exactly your idea of a good time. I appreciate the thought, but if you wanna go-”

“We can’t leave, Reid!” Penelope all but yells in his face. “This is very important.” This last statement is very odd and he’s just about to question it when Garcia’s face lights up. “She’s here!”

“The translator is a ‘he’, Garcia.”

“No, 187,” she grabs his chin, turning his head to face over his shoulder. “She’s here.” 

Spencer can feel his eyes widening what is likely a dangerous amount. Because there, in the flesh, is Y/N Y/L/N. He swallows deeply, turning back around and gasping for air, “Oh my God. We have to go.”

“We can’t leave, Einstein,” Penelope insists and, to his horror, she begins to wave down the poor woman. “We have her ticket.” 

“What?” he whispers in shock. 

“Am I interrupting something?” Spencer turns to face the woman of his dreams, her voice just as gentle as it is in her videos. 

“No, not at all,” answers Garcia. “In fact, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to run to the restroom before the reading starts. This is Spencer, by the way, Dr. Spencer Reid, the man I mentioned on the phone. I’ll let you two get acquainted.” And just like that, Penelope is scurrying away as quickly as her little heels will let her. 

“This is super weird, I know,” Y/N says gently, “but would you mind if I sat down?”

“Not...not at all,” Spencer rasps, unable to gain control of his voice. “So...Penelope called you?”

“She found me,” Y/N nods. “I’d say it was kind of creepy, but...she told me about a certain FBI agent who was very invested in the woman behind the ASMR videos and once she started telling me about him, I knew I just had to meet him.” 

Spencer can feel the blush growing in his cheeks, but he can’t tell if it’s embarrassment or joy at this point. “Just had to meet him, huh?”

“Well, it’s not every day you find out that one of your fans is an FBI profiler and a doctor with three PhDs and a fan of Russian literature. 

“It’s not every day the girl of your dreams shows up at a reading of a new translation of one of your favorite books,” Spencer admits, the words falling out of his mouth before he can corral them. “I’m sor-”

“Girl of your dreams?” Y/N smiles, her hand resting on the top of his. 

His face smiles through his anxiety, “If you’re interested in that title, sure.”

“I’m more than interested, Dr. Reid,” she replies. “Would you maybe want to...get a coffee after this? I know it’s kind of late but-”

“I’d likely be awake anyway; I have insomnia,” Spencer cuts her off. “I would absolutely love that.”

“An insomniac, you say?” she teases, “I’ve heard that’s one of my specialties, curing insomnia. Though, I’ve heard my cures can cause some pretty wild dreams.”

Spencer stares at her in utter amazement, “This is already better than a dream. It’s real.” 

~~~

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after all - plus size lily x james!

title: after all

pair: james potter x plus size! lily evans

summary: lily never thought that a person like james could be sincere when asking someone like her out.

content: uhh idk what to put here but lily has anxiety/body image issues

word count: 2500

a/n: hiii everyone this is my first piece of writing on this account :)) i posted this headcanon on my tiktok a while back and people really wanted me to write about it, so i did! feedback is always welcome.

other characters/ships mentioned: dorlene, wolfstar, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, remus lupin, sirius black, minerva mcgonagal

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“Oi, Evans, wait!”

Lily groaned as the bespectacled boy jogged towards her. Not this again she thought to herself. Despite her less than happy expression, James smiled kindly towards her. She nodded to him hoping that he would carry on and say whatever he had approached her for.

“Would you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” Lily noticed that he was fumbling with his sleeve as he asked, and could tell that he was nervous. His anxiousness made her feel a bit bad about what she was to say next.

“James I-” She started, her lips pursing into a frown, but James already knew what she was going to say.

James smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck with his hand. “It’s no worries,” Lily avoided eye contact with him, as he began to walk away. “Just let me know if you change your mind.” James said as he continued down the corridor.

-

“Lily, I honestly don’t know what you’re on about. James asks you out every chance he gets,” Marlene said, glaring at the redhead as she plopped down onto her bed, “you just never accept his offers.”

Lily looked to Mary for help, but had little luck as Mary silently agreed with Marlene. The three had just come back from dinner and were painting each other’s nails.

“Why are we even talking about this, Mary was asking you about Dorcas. What does that have to do with James and I?” Lily pulled her hand away from Mary, smudging the nail that Mary was painting.

“So you agree that there is something going on between you and James?” Mary questioned, ignoring the fact that Lily had ruined the work that she had been doing for the last twenty minutes. Marlene laughed, noticing the flush on Lily’s face.

“We all saw you two today before potions, don’t be coy!” Marlene egged on. Lily got up from her position on the floor, rolling her eyes while doing so.

“I don’t know how many times that I have to tell you that James isn’t into me. Neither of you will ever get it. A guy like him wouldn’t want to date someone like me.” Mary glanced at Marlene, the air in the room starting to become a bit tense. Lily cleared her throat, hoping that neither of the girls across from her would press further.

Mary and Marlene were not unfamiliar to Lily’s harsh demeanor. At this point, they knew Lily like the back of their hands. They knew what she meant when she said “someone like me”. It was far too often the two consoled Lily when she cried to them about a cruel comment that someone had made to her about her weight.

Although Lily had been dealing with these comments all throughout her sixteen years of life, her insecurities only grew as she became a teenager. It was quite difficult for her to not compare herself to her thinner classmates, regardless of how much it hurt to think about.

“You are beautiful Lils,” Lily looked at Mary as she spoke, awaiting the rest of her sentence, but was met without any other words.

Marlene and Mary’s affection towards her was something that Lily had to get used to at first. Lily had never been comfortable with people complimenting her physical appearance because of the conditions that usually accompanied the compliment.

Nearly every compliment that Lily could remember was backhanded, until she had met her two best friends. Whether it was her aunt congratulating her on losing some amount of weight or the uncomfortable, “You’re pretty for a big girl.” Regardless of how hard she tried, the comments about her body never seemed to cease.

“Mary is right, Lily, you are stunning. You don’t have to go on a date with James, but give him some credit. He’s not a total arse.” Marlene said, trying to deescalate the situation.

Lily nodded, but even their kind words couldn’t soothe her anxiety. She looked toward the clock on her side table and noticed the time.

“I have to go. Head Girl duties call.” Lily quickly grabbed the robe on her bed, bringing it along in case she got cold while making her rounds. Marlene and Mary flashed sympathetic smiles at the redhead as she left the dorm, knowing she would have to go face James.

-

Surprisingly, James was waiting for her when Lily reached the bottom of the steps. Lily held back a laugh, noticing him struggling to attach his “Head Boy” pin onto his uniform. You would think someone as smart as James could figure out a simple pin.

“Let me help you,” Lily said, breaking James out of his deep concentration. He looked at her with appreciation before handing the gold pin her way.

Lily tugged the front of his robes slightly before attaching the pin onto it. She hummed in satisfaction before pulling away from him. As she pulled away she noticed James was staring at her quite intensely.

Lily flushed as they made eye contact. She couldn’t deny that James was attractive, but she didn’t let herself dwell on it.

“We should probably get going, I don’t want to be out all night.” Lily stated firmly starting to head out into the corridor, James following close behind her.

As the two walked around the castle, Lily distanced herself from James. She honestly did not want to deal with any awkward conversation. At this point, she had brushed James off far too many times to count, and it made her unbelievably anxious to have to do it again.

Just as they had turned the corner towards the middle courtyard, the pair heard a loud boom near the transfiguration classroom.

“Oh great, just what I need right now,” Lily thought to herself as she and James headed into the classroom. Just as they walked into the room, the door shut behind them quite forcefully. There had seemed to be no one in the room besides the two of them. The brunet grabbed the handle of the door quickly, realizing that it was stuck.

“You don’t happen to have your wand… do you?” The boy looked towards Lily with a concerned look on his face.

Lily patted the pocket of her robe before realizing that this was in fact not her robes, but rather Marlene’s. She huffed out a breath of air. “You would think I would notice the size difference” Lily silently cursed at herself before looking towards a confused James.

“This isn’t my robe, I must have grabbed Marlene’s before I left. Why don’t you have your wand? Kind of irresponsible, no?” Lily scolded, hoping that he was messing with her about not having his wand. After her conversation with Marlene and Mary, Lily was not feeling her best, and it became very apparent to James as she bit her nails anxiously.

“Hey, you also forgot your wand, but you don’t see me complaining.” James was joking, but when he looked at Lily once more, he noticed that her eyes were watering. “I’m just kidding, Lily, are you alright?”

Lily frowned at the brunet’s apology, she couldn’t stand him acting like he cared so deeply for her. The two were barely even acquaintances, and she didn’t feel like explaining all of her anxiety quirks to someone she hardly knew.

“Please don’t do that. Don’t act like you care.” Lily said forcefully, meeting eyes with the brown-eyed boy. The two had now moved away from the door and were sitting on the floor near the wall opposite to the door.

Once more, James looked at the redhead in confusion. He racked his brain to think about every interaction he had with Lily that day, before it dawned on him.

“Is this about me asking you out? I never meant to make you uncomfortable- you see I thought Hogsmeade could even be a group thing. Remus and Sirius would also come- wait I guess they’re a couple, but it doesn’t have to be a double date… you could bring Mary-” James went on, his cheeks a soft pink, before Lily cut him off.

“Listen, James, I don’t know if you get some sort of kick out of asking me out, but whatever angle you’re playing at I’d rather not be a part of it,” Lily was visibly distraught now, her jaw was clenched and a single tear was rolling down her cheek. For what felt like the hundredth time, James looked to her in genuine confusion.

James had nothing to say, and as he stared at her mouth ajar, she started up again.

“You could have at least picked a better joke. Asking out the fat girl is so overdone. I didn’t think that you of all people would be so awful,”

Lily was really crying now. “Marlene told me that you were sweeter than before, and I really gave you the benefit of the doubt...but here we are and you’re still laughing at me!” Lily didn’t mean to blow up at James, but at this point they had been stuck in the classroom for what had felt like hours.

Lily wrapped her arms around herself, her head hanging down. She knew that James was staring at her, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Maybe now he’ll leave me alone.

Both of the Gryffindors were quiet for a long minute before James decided to break the silence.

“Lily, I don’t know what I’ve said to make you think that I’m joking, but I promise you I’m not. I get it if you don’t want to go out with me, but I just need you to know that I would never ask you out as a joke. Why would you think that?”

Lily finally pulled her head up and looked at James. His brow was furrowed and the expression on his face was unreadable. She took a breath, calming herself down.

“What do you mean, James? I mean look at me.”

There it was. That feeling. It was unavoidable at this point. All of the insecurity that Lily had shoved down was threatening to spill out. It was infrequent that Lily really confronted her self-image, but her conversation with James forced everything to surface.

James could almost see the gears in Lily’s head turning, it was very obvious that she was thinking hard about something. He sighed, not wanting to press her further.

“Lily, I don’t know what happened to make you think that I was joking, but I would truly be honored to take you out.” James said cautiously. He couldn’t tell if this would upset her further. Lily was looking at him in speculation, but at some point she had stopped crying.

She was looking at him, not speaking, almost as if to tell him to keep going. For months she had thought James was playing some cruel prank on her, but they were alone now. There wasn’t some audience to laugh at her if she told James how she felt. And even if he was joking, the pair were by themselves, and Lily could deny accepting James' invitation for a date to anyone that James would tell.

As she looked at him, she noticed that James genuinely seemed horrified at her accusation against him. If she wasn’t completely sure that James was being sincere, she would not have said another word, but for whatever reason, Lily trusted James.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” Lily was sorry, “I don’t know what it is. There’s just something about someone like you wanting to go out with someone like me that seems… off.”

James frowned. He wasn’t oblivious to what Lily was talking about, but he really couldn’t understand why Lily was insecure. There weren't enough words to describe the beauty that Lily emitted.

“Lily, you’re the smartest person I know-”

“That’s what everyone says, James.” Lily laughed softly, watching James squirm at her words. She knew that he was nervous, but it was funny to see him care so much.

“Oh, so you do want me to be mean to you?” James’ tone was serious, but there was a lighthearted look in his eyes.

Lily rolled her eyes, “Haha, very funny. I don’t even think you could be mean to me. I think the last time I saw someone this nervous was when Marlene tried out for quidditch during second year.” The two laughed, James nudging Lily with his arm playfully.

As their laughter died down, James remarked, “Enough with the jokes, though. You’re actually the most beautiful person I’ve ever met,” Even after he was met with a glare from Lily, he continued. “You’ve been crying and you still look lovely, Lily.”

Lily sighed. First Mary and Marlene, now him? Lily felt embarrassed, but James was still staring at her, and adoringly at that. The soft rouge tint that marked his cheeks was still prominent.

“Well, you’re cute when you’re nervous,” Lily retorted, smiling as James flushed a deeper shade of red, “But I’m sure you get that often.”

James hummed, “Blimey, I don’t think anyone has seen me as nervous as I am right now, honest.” Lily apologized once more for assuming the worst in him.

The two small talked for a long while after that, simply basking in each other’s presence. James learned about Lily’s family, and Lily learned about what it was like at the Potter’s residence. Something about their dynamic felt natural.

Their conversation was halted as someone opened the door. There, standing in pajamas, was a distraught looking Mary and an annoyed Professor Mcgonagall.

Mary started, “There you are! You were gone for nearly two hours. After a while, I thought I should go check on you.”

“That’s enough, Ms. Macdonald,” Professor Mcgonagall said, “What were you two even doing in here?”

Before Lily could start to explain, James cut her off. “We were making our rounds down the corridor, when there was a loud noise coming from the classroom. When we walked in here, the door was jammed and neither of us had our wands.”

Mcgonagall looked skeptical at their story, but decided not to press the issue any further. With a gesture of her hand, the three Gryffindors started walking towards the common room.

Mary immediately went up to bed, exhausted from worrying about her best friend. Meanwhile, James and Lily had to have a quick word with Mcgonagall.

The Professor commented briskly, “Next time, please make sure you have your wand on you. You two are Head Boy and Girl after all.” Noting the nod of approval from the two teenagers, Mcgonagall went off to bed.

The pair walked into the common room, both exhausted. In spite of their tiredness, the two were radiant.

“Goodnight, Lily. I hope you sleep well.” Lily smiled, mumbling a quiet, “Goodnight James,” as she made her way up the dormitory steps.

As Lily settled into bed, she thought to herself, Maybe James would get that date after all.

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4. Old Fashion Cupcake. For such a short series it left a deep impression on me. I related to both Togawa and Nozue. It was great to see a romance following two people closer to my age group and the acting was superb. I loved the plot. Perfection.

3. Blueming. I loved every single thing about Blueming. Everything. Every fucking thing. I wasn't expecting to love it as much as I did but I could watch it over and over and over.

2. Love in the Air. I know it's only half way over, but I adore it. The characters draw me in. I love PayuRain and I can't wait for SkyPrapai. It's no secret that I'm obsessed.

KinnPorsche the Series. Is anyone shocked? Really? KP was superb. I loved the entire series. The plot was interesting, lots of characters to fall in love with, excellent styling, and a great budget. I loved all the action, romance, smut, violence, and deceit. 20/10/

HEY FRIENDS CELEBRATE ME REACHING 2500 FOLLOWERS BY SENDING ME ASKS:

Nothing’s off the table for these asks. You can ask me anything. Top 3′s, Top 5′s, Top 10′s, even Top 22′s (lord). They can be BL related, KPOP related, food, movies, people. Or you can just drop in the ask box to show your love and congratulate ya sis on 2500. 

#semantic error #blueming #old fashion cupcake #love in the air #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #eboni's 2.5k celebration

[animeomegas]

for the 2500 event: with neji, "no!!,im not cheating!" And "the who's that??!", oh and can you make where they have a kid? (Btw, ik it's late but congrats for 2500 followers!! - ruorikawas.)

Thank you for your congratulations!!

Unfortunately, requests for the 2500 follower celebration have been closed for a few weeks and I've just been catching up on them and finishing up the event.

Sorry for any disappointment!

#asks

[imasallstars]

COMMERCIAL RELEASE CELEBRATION SPECIAL CAMPAIGN

To celebrate the release of their commercial, Growing Stars will be having a special campaign to celebrate. This campaign will run until the 10th of November 23:59 JST!

The campaigns are as follows, please do take note of the dates!

A daily 200 Stargems on top of a 2500 Stargems on the first day, for logins totaling to 5100 Stargems!

One (1) free daily solo ticket! ※ The solo takes the form of a ticket that will expire in 00:00 JST of the next day. You are free to save the ticket for a gacha change, if ever

Congratulations on your first commerical, and we hope the game will continue to grow as it’s namesake!

#saisuta campaign