thousand plus

Shape Of You

Sebastian sends you a selfie after his workout.

Pairing:  Sebastian Stan x Reader  

Warnings:   Sexual content, Explicit Sexual, Oral Sex, Smut, Dirty Talk, Language, NSFW, Unprotected Sex (wrap it please), Sebastian Stan, Calvin Klein briefs

Word Count: 2,336

A/N: Yes I know I’m supposed to be working on chapter 6 of The Contest but let me explain.  So I was finishing up my first draft of Chapter 6 when Sebastian Stan happened…fucker goes and posts that locker room selfie.  I tried to ignore it, really I did but this scene popped into my head and it would not let me live until I wrote it down. So sorry (but not sorry).  This is a another quickie that I wrote at work so please ignore the typos and the writing.  I just had to get it out of my head so I could get back to Bucky…

Not sure who to tag so I’ll just include my Sebby smut sisters @evansrogerskitten @ek823 and @pearljamkaren 

If you want to be tagged in future Seb smut, just ask…there is more coming ;)  

Shape Of You

By marvelmom

Sitting in the lobby of the gym, you drum your fingers impatiently on your knee.

“What the hell is taking him so long,” you mutter to yourself as you pull out your phone and start tapping out a message.

I’m ready to go, everything ok?

You stare at the screen, waiting for a response.  Your phone chimes a few moments later.

No

Brow furrowed, you quickly type a response and hit send.

What’s wrong?!?

You bite your lip nervously as a flood of scenarios race through you head.  Your thoughts are soon interrupted by a picture flashing onto your screen.

You inhale sharply as you take in the image of your boyfriend, standing in front of a mirror in the men’s locker room wearing a scowl on his face and not much else.

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anonymous asked:

u kno that post about lance being good at math reaffirmed something for me. in the first episode he says that ten thousand years was like a thousand plus ten. lance is obvi good at math and yea we could chalk that up to a mistake or slip of the tongue but i think he said plus instead of times because english isnt his first language. he mixes up words a lot and sometimes forgets them altogether. also when lance bugs pidge to speak 'english' its probs due to a running joke he had on earth.

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To: @astronomicalscenarios (Mai)

A video message from Rocky to you

Forever Plus a Thousand Years

A/N: A request from @peytonnation for a fluffy Spencer x Reader where they attend a wedding, and when they dance at the wedding, Spencer realizes he wants to marry her.

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“You almost ready?” he called from your living room, where he’d sat nearly an hour ago after getting ready. “We’re gonna be late.”

Putting the final touches on your outfit, you chuckled slightly. He wasn’t used to you taking so long to get ready; it wasn’t really like you, except when it was a special occasion. And today was your best friend’s wedding. You’d known each other since you were kids and today she was marrying the man she’d been dating for the last six years. 

In order to avoid a feud with some of her other friends, which were much more petty than you could’ve ever been, she’d decided to only have family in the wedding party. That was fine by you anyway. Wedding’s were expensive and you didn’t have a ton of cash. But your mother had given you a handful of cash after selling some of her handmade crochet projects, so you decided to splurge on the perfect dress to wear. One you would definitely wear again. “I’m almost ready!” you called back, swiping on some lip gloss. “I just want to make sure everything looks perfect!”

“You always look perfect!” he called back. “Now hurry up!”

About 20 minutes later (what? considering this was your best friend’s wedding getting ready in under an hour was actually a miracle), you emerged from the bedroom. “You like?” you asked Spencer. He’d been looking at his phone when you came out of the bedroom and his mouth dropped when he looked up. 

“Wow…” he breathed, standing up from the couch and wiping his suddenly sweaty hands on his pants. He swallowed hard and reached out for your hand. “You look beautiful. You plan on wearing this somewhere else, right? Because I could look at you in this forever.” 

Stepping back, you twirled around, showing off the floor-length red evening dress. As you spun, the differing shades of red sparkled in front of his eyes, but of course they weren’t out sparkled by your own smile. Jewels radiated outward from the waist of the dress in all directions, disappearing as they diffused. On the top, there was one shoulder covered in red sheer chiffon. It was probably one of the nicest things you’d ever owned. You made a mental note to thank your mother again. “Anytime you have something for the Bureau I plan on wearing this,” you laughed, tilting his head back up toward you. “You don’t think it’s too much for a wedding?”

“Not at all,” he said. “The family will be looking at the bride, but I can guarantee I’ll be looking at someone else.” He blushed as he took in the full picture of you once more. “Ready? We don’t wanna be late.”

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The ceremony was beautiful. Your best friend couldn’t keep the tears in her eyes while she was marrying the man she’s loved for so long. During the entire ceremony, you did your best to focus on your bestie, but you couldn’t help but notice how intently Spencer was focused on you. His hand wrapped around yours at the beginning of the ceremony, and by the end, you’d focused so much on each other, that right after the newly-wedded husband and wife kissed, you did the same. “Ready for the reception?” you asked. It wasn’t often that you got to dance with your boyfriend; he wasn’t a big fan. But given that he wouldn’t know anyone else at the reception but you, he’d be more comfortable letting loose.

After the cocktail hour, you made your way inside and took your seats, clapping incessantly as your friend made her way into the hall with her new husband. They danced to her favorite song, At Last by Etta James, for their first dance. Next, A Thousand Years by Christina Perri came on and the deejay invited any couples that wanted to join the newlyweds to do so. “Join me?” you asked, standing up and extending your hand. “I love this song.” You pouted a bit; he couldn’t resist that. 

With a few heavy steps, he followed you to the floor and pulled you in by your waist. You entwined your hands in his and moved as close as you could, resting your forehead against his as you swayed to the music. 

I have died everyday, waiting for you
Darling, don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more

At those words, he leaned in to take your lips in his. “I love you,” he said surprised - as if it was a revelation. 

“I know you do,” you chuckled. “I love you too.”

“No,” he swallowed, “I love you. Like forever, I love you. I wanna marry you.”

A small smiled formed at the corners of your lips. You were pretty sure that the blush of your cheeks matched your dress and lipstick. “Are you proposing to me?” you asked.

He shook his head. “No, I swear I’ll do it better than that.” You laughed. You would’ve said yes anyway. 

And all along I believed, I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more

“And I know we’ve talked about it before,” he continued. “But I just realized that I don’t just want to get married, I want to marry you. I don’t know how I got lucky enough to have you walk into my life, but I know now that I never want to let you go.” His eyes were so wide you couldn’t help but laugh. You were pretty sure you could look at his face for the rest of your life.

As the song concluded, and everyone was told to return to their seats for dinner, you both stood there in each other’s arms. You hadn’t even noticed until your bestie came over. “Hey, babe,” she said, kissing your cheek. “Hey, Spencer. I didn’t think any two people could look more in love than Anthony and I right now, but I think you two might give us a run for our money.”

You made your way back to your seats. “So you think you can love me forever?” you asked.

“Forever, plus a thousand years.”

Asa Butterfield Imagine (ASAnators)

Anon asked, “heeey, could you write an Asa Butterfield with 39 and 53 pleaaase”

A/N: Of course! This was fun to do in class, because pshhh who does their actual work in class. Not this girl! (eh sometimes lol) Anyway- I hope you enjoy it! Reminder: Reader could be male or female.

39. “How long have you been standing there?”

53. “I’m flirting with you.”

Word count: 605


I slept over Asa’s apartment… I kind of got into an argument with my parents about stupid stuff, so I called Asa asking if I could hang around his for a while. “For a while” ended up being the whole night. I didn’t really wanna be at my parent’s house.

I had a crush on Asa too, he was just- the best. He was my best friend too, and he was just so great, how could I not like him!? His voice is so soothing and beautiful. His eyes? Precious. Everything about him, is so good…and I just- like him a whole lot.

In the morning I woke up in Asa’s bed. He wasn’t next to me which means he probably slept on the couch, leaving me the bed. I got up out of his bed, and went to the bathroom to do the casual morning routine or whatever.

When I got out I went to the kitchen and happened to pass by the living room and saw Asa sleeping on the couch. I smiled softly. He looked all cuddly and warm and adorable, and just…he looked perfect.

I saw a paper on the table, and in his handwriting it said, “make yourself @ home, stay as long as youd like” I smiled again and left it at the table and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Might as well, right?

I decided to make beans and some toast. That’s Asa’s favorite. Beans on toast. That would sure make a nice morning. I put some music on. It wasn’t so loud, just in case I would wake him up or anything.

I started making everything, and I just do this naturally I guess…but I started singing quietly and dancing to the music that was playing. When I turned around to get a plate I saw Asa standing there next to the door way.

My eyes widened as a deep blush grew on my face. “How long have you been standing there?” I asked with a worried voice. Of course I was worried! That i so embarrassing, oh my gosh…

“Long enough.” he said walking to get the plates I was going to get IN THE FIRST PLACE. “Was that supposed to be cute or something? Intentional?” he asked. Yes Asa. I dance like an idiot to look cute. Duh.

“Yes. I’m flirting with you. Can’t you tell?” I say sarcastically. He laughed and put the plates down at the table. I laughed as well trying my best to not seem awkward. Thank God, I didn’t burn the toast…

I put some breakfast on his plate, and some on mine, and I kept the music on. “You don’t mind, right?” I asked about the music. “No, no, it’s fine.” he did say to make myself at home so, that’s what I’m doing. I nodded, and we both started eating.

After breakfast he looked at me and asked, “So when are you going back to your parent’s?” I sighed, “If you wanted me out that quick you could’ve just said so.” He shook his head and a smile showed up on his face, “I’m kidding. Come here.” he said holding his arms out and I received them.

This hug was amazing…it felt like all the bad things in the world no longer existed. I mean- that sounds stupid, but it’s true. “Thanks Asa. For letting me stay here and honestly everything.” I said. “No problem. It’s what friends do.”

Oh, friends. Right. Yeah, I doubt this is going any farther. So I nod and smile, hoping this hug lasts forever, even though I know it won’t.

My Love for You

Word Count: 1447

Summary: When Elena Gilbert walks in on you and your husband, Elijah Mikaelson having an intimate moment, Elijah relays a bit of your past and expresses to her his feelings for you.

Requested By: @badhippiehabits

Can you do an Elijah Mikaelson imagine? Where the reader and Elijah were together and married before he was turned and when he was turned she was turned too. And when Elijah and the reader go to help Elena with Klaus, Elena walks in on Elijah and the reader having a cute moment and when the reader is leaving she over hears Elena asking Elijah about their love and he gets all glossy eyes and tell her about their story and how their love will never die. Please and thank you❤️

Pairings: Reader x Elijah Mikaelson

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long it’s my first request and I wanted it to be as perfect as I could possibly make it!

It was Elijah’s night to make dinner and as always the delectable scent of his cooking lured you downstairs and into the kitchen.

“Mm.” You said upon entering the kitchen. “I don’t know what you’re cooking but as usual it smells delicious!” You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

He chuckled. “Thank you, my sweet.”

You kissed his shoulder blade, spreading your hands along the strong, muscular planes of his chest. “I love you Elijah Mikaelson.”

He turned off the stove and spun around to face you. Taking either side of your face in his hands, he leaned down until your faces were mere inches apart. “I love you more, y/n”

“Impossible,” you smirked.

He wrapped his arms around you. You placed your hands on his chest. He leaned in further and kissed you. Slowly, your eyes closed and you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer.

That kiss was perfect. It could have gone on forever and neither one of you would have noticed. And then you heard it. A soft knock at the doorway.

You broke apart, startled. Elijah shoved you behind him. He tensed, barring his fangs ready to protect you from the world itself if necessary.

Elena, stood wide-eyed in the doorway of the kitchen.

Elijah relaxed his stance and began straightening his shirt collar. “Um, hello Elena.”

You dipped your head in greeting. “Elena.”

“Hi.” Elena said in a meek voice followed by a tiny wave.

You laughed breathily.

“How did you get in here?” Elijah asked, folding his arms across his chest.

Elena’s lips moved but no words came out.

A smile tugged at your lips. You wondered if it was Elijah making her nervous or if her own embarrassment had left her tongue-tied. Maybe both, you decided.

“Elena!” you exclaimed.  

“I knocked but no one answered!” she finally said. “And both of your cars were in the driveway so I figured that either you two were avoiding me or something terrible happened to you! I’m sorry! I don’t usually go barging into other people’s homes but I really, really need to talk to Elijah! So I tested the door…and it was unlocked…and then I found you guys…in here….kissing…”

When Elena finished she was nervously wringing her hands and looking down at her shoes like a child who’d gotten caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. It was so adorable that you were nearly in tears trying to keep yourself from laughing.

Elijah cleared his throat awkwardly. “And what is that you need to speak to me about, Elena?”

The doppelganger sighed, throwing her hands in the air. “Klaus is up to his old tricks again.”

You and Elijah groaned in unison. You’d had enough of Klaus and ‘his old tricks’ to last you a lifetime.

“Well, in that case I’m going back upstairs to—“

“Keep the bed warm?” Elijah finished.

You gaped at him in shock. He was rarely so playful in front of anyone outside of his immediate family.

From the corner of your eye you saw Elena’s cheeks turn bright red.

“Elijah! We have a guest,” you scolded, gesturing to Elena.

“What?” he laughed.

You playfully swatted him on the arm. He returned the favor by swatting you on the behind. You yelped in surprise.  

“No, no! It’s fine. I did break into your house after all…” Elena’s cheeks reddened further.

“What is wrong with you?”

Elijah shrugged. “I love you. That’s all.”

You smiled and pecked a kiss on his cheek.

Striding past Elena and out of the kitchen, you spoke, “Just yell if he steps out of line, Elena.”

The two snickered as you made your way upstairs and into the master bedroom.

“Please excuse my crude behavior, Elena.” You heard your husband say from below.

“No, it’s fine. You and y/n are adorable together.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you think so.”

“How long have you been together?”

“Since I was human,” you could almost hear the grin in his voice.

“Wow… What’s it like?”

“What’s what like?”

“Being with the same person for over a thousand years… I can’t imagine being with just the same person for one thousand years.”

“I suppose that it’s all about the person. I can’t imagine a day without my y/n at my side.”

Climbing into your bed you beamed with pride and pleasure.

“That’s beautiful, Elijah.”

“It’s true too.”

She laughed. “So how did you meet y/n?”

“We sort of grew up together. Our fathers were in business together, my father was a wealthy landowner and y/n’s father was a contractor. My father owned the land and y/n’s father built the houses on the land.”

“So your family was supportive?”

Elijah snorted. “Our mothers were supportive and so were my siblings. Rebekah especially. Y/N is like the sister she never had. Our fathers on the other hand were furious.”

You shuddered at the memory.

“Why?”

“Who knows? I remember Mikael went out of his way to make y/n uncomfortable every time she visited our home. Y/N’s father, thankfully at least tried to be civil when I was over.”  

“That was nice.”

“Yes, but when I left he would yell at y/n so loudly that the whole village could hear.”

A chill crept up your spine, you could still hear the roar of your father’s voice in your ears.

“Oh.” She said flatly.

Elijah snickered lightly. “It’s okay though. We got through it. And we’ll get through anything else that life throws at us so long as we are together.”

Your lips twitched, fighting a smile.

“That’s really beautiful.” Elena said softly. “You really, truly love her, don’t you?”

“That woman up there is my world,” you heard him say.

“That’s amazing. When I was little my mom used to read to me stories about princes and princesses finding their soulmates and true loves. When I grew older I tossed the whole idea of true loves and soulmates aside. It all sounded so…childish and unrealistic. And yet here I am looking right at in you and y/n.”

Elijah released a breathy laugh. “Well if true loves and soulmates are indeed real then there is no doubt in my mind that y/n is mine. I love her like I have loved no other. Her very existence completes me. Her eyes, her scent, her personality bewitches me… I remember that on the night of our hundredth wedding anniversary party I looked upon the face of my wife with such overwhelming love that I was afraid I might burst before the first toast could be made. Just days before the celebration I was wondering if it would always be like this, if my love for her would ever fade. Nine hundred years later I think it’s safe to say that the answer to that question is no.” He laughed.

But you weren’t laughing at all. You were crying. Your husband’s words had brought you to tears. His voiced feelings hit you where you needed it most. You too had shared your husband’s worries and for centuries you dreaded the day when your husband would lose interest in you or when someone new would manage to catch his eye. Now you knew that that day would never come.

You heard Elijah sniff a couple of times.

You swallowed your laughter. He felt it too, you realized, the relief, the overwhelming euphoria of being and feeling completely content and satisfied in your relationship and in the one you love.

“So what was it you needed, Elena?”

X

When Elena departed, Elijah resumed cooking dinner and made a quick and sharply-worded phone call to his brother, Klaus.

When he was done, he entered your bedroom with a gleaming silver tray in his hands. He grinned at you, sitting the steaming tray with your dinner on it at the foot of the bed. “I thought we might eat in bed for a change.”

He leaned down and kissed your lips. His lips were soft and warm against your own but kiss remained strong.

You stroked his cheek, his stubble scratched at your palm. “I love you with all of my heart, Elijah Mikaelson.”

His cheeks colored a tad. “I knew you were listening.”

“You meant it? All of it?”

“Every last word.” He confirmed.

“I feel the same,” you told him. “I’ve never felt as strong, or as confident, or as beautiful or as…whole as I have in these last one thousand plus years I have spent at your side. When I’m with you no matter where I am the world is brighter, kinder. Thank you for being my husband, Elijah and thank you for making me your wife.”

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading. And thanks to @badhippiehabits for requesting.

Art Student AU

Oh ho! What is this? A sketchbook doing with only one person as the subject?

 (Part One-ish)

“Ace! You never draw people.”

“Yeah so?”

“You spent all of the run up to your life drawing bitching about it.”

“And?”

“And why do you have a sketchbook full of life drawing?”

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the expense of bringing up the sextuplets paid by their parents (2017)

according to a writer who did this trial calculation, it cost at least about one handred twenty-nine million yen in total until the sextuplets became twenty years old.
i wonder what their father do. and apparently their mother doesn’t work full-time…in Tokyo area, the cost of living is high.
(average annual income in Japan is 4.15 million)
utility bill and living expenses of their parents aren’t included in this calculation.

【the cost of delivery】
the avarage cost is about four handred thousand yen.
but for children born of multiple birth(twins, triplets…and sextuplets), the mother must enter hospital a week before the delivery, it cost five hundred and fourty thousand yen.
plus, seventy thousand yen per baby of multiple birth.
540,000 yen + (70,000 yen ×6) = 960,000 yen.

and, in Japan, the Lump-sum allowance for childbirth is four hundred twenty thousand yen.
420,000 yen × 6 = 2,520,000 yen.

2,520,000 yen - 960,000 yen = 1,560,000 yen. run in the black.

【the cost until the sextuplets became twenty years old】
at 0 years old - about 4.5 million yen
at 1 years old - about 4.1 million yen
at 2 years old - about 4.5 million yen
at 3 years old - about 5.2 million yen
at 4 years old - about 6.2 million yen
at 5 years old - about 5.9 million yen
at 6 years old - about 6.3 million yen
at 7 years old - about 5.7 million yen
at 8 years old - about 5.3 million yen
at 9 years old - about 5.8 million yen
at 10 years old - about 5.9 million yen
at 11years old - about 6.4 million yen
at 12 years old - about 6.6 million yen
at 13 years old - about 8.4 million yen
at 14 years old - about 8.4 million yen
at 15 years old - about 8.9 million yen

at this point, it cost almost one hundred million yen, and annual average is about 6.4 million yen.
from 16 years old to 20 years old, it cost about 32 million yen for 5 years.

and, avarage monthly food and clothing expenses in Japan are about fourty-five thousand yen.
plus other living expenses, the monthly cost per person is about ninty-five thousand yen.
at least the montly cost for the six neets is about five hundred and sixty thousand yen.

still, the neets don’t look for jobs. what overprotective parents!!!!!!