have you seen my wife

In Your Arms - Sebastian Stan

Hello internet! Yes, I have deleted ‘Night Owls part III’ bucause it was too angsty for what I had in mind for the finale so, I’m going to rewrite it. In the meantime, I have written this because I had an amazing idea the moment I saw the gifs that you’ll be seeing in a matter of seconds. Btw, the gifs are not mine; I found them on @bucky-plums-barnes but they actually come from @thenixcat . Anywaaay, enjoy! xx

                                   SEBASTIAN STAN X READER

Summary: getting together with Sebastian at the airport after being apart for six months.

Warnings: tons of fluff, i guess. I tried to be funny, did I succeed?


Being far away from Sebastian has always been challenging, but I never thought it would increase so much. After getting married, we were definitely excited to start a new chapter of our life together, but obviously an issue came crossing our path in no time. I still remember the moment when, as we were chilling outside in the sun on our honeymoon, Sebastian’s phone started ringing and after a couple of minutes I found out that he would be leaving in a month to film for six whole months in Atlanta. Obviously I was thrilled for him but at the same time we were a little sad to have to put off our new ideas and adventures for even more time. Therefore we squeezed a lot of things we wanted to do in just one month before we gave up and decided that the best idea was to wait, then we would have been completely and happily free. We sadly said our goodbyes at the airport, promising that we would talk by Skype, Facetime and phone calls every single day and that we would immediately book a flight as soon as one of us found some time to visit the other.

And we did, we didn’t break the promise and succeeded to feel less lonely apart from each other. It had been a real nightmare sometimes to leave again after just a weekend together and with each passing day, even hanging up at the end of a phone call was getting difficult. One of the last weeks before Sebastian finally could come back home, we decided that the ultimate week apart, we wouldn’t contact each other. Maybe a text message, or if we were really really lonely, a phone call could fit in but, we thought the plan would help the excitement of seeing each other again after a long time. You know, like sleeping apart the week before the wedding to make the wedding night more special or waiting to open a present for a bigger surprise. Even if for Sebastian those examples meant the same thing on our wedding night..

Anyhow, in this exact moment, I’m waiting for Seb’s flight to land. I actually wanted this to be a surprise but my dear husband probably knows me too well to know that I’m here waiting. What he doesn’t know is that I’m quietly hiding in the back, a German family covering me from the fans that are in the front waiting for him to show up and ask him for photos. And no, I’m not wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses on the inside to “look like a civilian”.. okay, just the hat, but it’s just for fashion purposes..maybe..
When I hear over the speakers that the plane has landed, I move over a little, leaning over a wall nearby with my arms crossed. The position is perfect: I can see him as he walks down the stairs but he can’t see me. He’s looking around, searching for my familiar face, and he looks a little disappointed to not see me anywhere. Poor baby. The fans start to approach him slowly, they’re not a lot but it will take him a while to take all the pictures, and I’m sure he’s too kind to refuse. Sebastian starts talking with his fans and I slightly overhear a “Have you seen my dear wife somewhere?” with an almost sarcastic tone but I know that he’s really hoping to see me somewhere. The people around him shake their heads, shrugging their shoulders. It’s now that I decide to get into his sight.

Sebastian looks over, seeing movements behind the crowd, crossing his fingers mentally praying that I’ll show up in a matter of seconds. And he’s lucky, because I do. My figure slowly appears in the background, a few feet away, and I see everything: his brows furrowing in confusion, is it really me? Then his eyes shot open, the brightest and most familiar smile forming on his lips. I notice a few fans around him with the corner of my eye starting to record his reaction after seeing me, but right now I don’t care, what I only see is him, the world around me stopping. Sebastian starts walking towards me slowly as the crowd splits to let him pass and I mirror his actions, then his walk becomes a light jog and it’s in that exact moment that we start running, as if by looking in each other’s eyes we knew what to do. We meet in the middle with a bone crushing hug as I surround his neck with my arms and his go immediately around my waist with a steady hold, he has picked me up and my feet are dangling in the air. I smell his cologne again, feeling his face buried in my neck as a few tears fall from the both of us. And in that moment, in his arms for once more, I really feel at home.


Lately my BF and me have been obsessed with the tiny house movement. For years we wanted to find a quiet, distant place to live in, close to the water and ideally completely self-sufficient. Stumbling onto the entire topic of tiny houses was a godsend. They are cheap, environmentally friendly and movable. We talked about it and both agreed on this being the best choice for us. So while we look for a place to put our little piece of heaven in, I decided to recreate some of the cutest we found in TS4. I can’t lie, I’m in love with this little thing. 

Crash and Burn (Jumin x MC)

Jumin comes home to find it drenched in flames, and you still inside. 

Word Count: 1091

Okay, so I just played episode 3 of The Walking Dead game and I am creating the David Defense Squad. Also, I just have a ton of AUs going through my head now, so if you’d like to know them just ask or something. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day!


Jumin sat in the car as Driver Kim drove along the streets, a gentle silence hovering about as he watched the people pass by his window. 

He had just sent you a message before he got into the vehicle, saying he was on his way home. 

But there was no response. 

A bit of worry had bloomed inside of him, but he simply assumed you were sleeping or busy with other things. 

Yet why did he feel a pit sinking inside of him?

As though the world decided to answer his dreaded question, Driver Kim spoke up hesitantly. 

“Um…Mr. Han. There’s smoke by your home…” 

Jumin twisted his head to see a stairwell of smoke trailing to the sky from the penthouse, hints of flames peeking beyond the roofs of buildings ahead. 

His heart jumped, his mind rushing to the worst case scenario as you hadn’t replied.

“Please speed up. Now.” He said, lowering his tone as he gripped tightly to the seats, already beginning to tremble.

The car burst forward, a low screech exploding from the turns along the curves of the road until they arrived at the place the two of you called home.

And it was painted in flames.

Ambulances and fire trucks poured about, onlookers crying and chattering worriedly to one another, only rising more and more as Jumin stepped out. 

“Where’s my wife?” He yelled, his gaze darting to and fro frantically. “MC? MC!” 

No one came forward. 

And the truth he didn’t want to admit only seemed to become more horrifyingly clear as he found an officer holding Elizabeth 3rd in their arms. 

You were inside. 

He rushed forward towards them, furrowing his brow, his heart nearly erupting from his chest. “Have you seen my wife? Did she come out with Elizabeth 3rd?”

“This is your cat?” The officer turned his head, raising a curious brow. “Well, they came out alone.” 


Jumin’s legs nearly buckled beneath him, rubbing the wedding ring upon his finger nervously.

No that couldn’t be right.

You had to be fine.

You had to be.

“A-Are you sure?”

“Yes sir, I am.”

He glanced at the building where your home sat, dribbling in ash and flames.

You were still there.

Your lungs clogged with smoke, and skin licked with fire as pain coursed through your entire body.

The mere idea left tears bubbling at his eyes, his body heavier than cinderblocks.

You were scared. 

You were alone.

And you weren’t safe.

He had to get you out of there.

He began to rush forward, officers instantly crowding him and bracing him, shouting indignantly. 

“You can’t go in there! It’s going to collapse.” 

“My wife is in there!” Jumin snapped, poison and anger thrashing in his voice as they held him back. “I need to help her! She’ll die otherwise!” 

“There’s nothing we can do.” 


The word sank into his head sickeningly.

They could do nothing for you.

Did they know how precious you were?

You were worth more than the most priceless gems and riches.

Than very life itself.

You were everything.

You were worth everything. 

He knew that with utter certainty.

“I won’t leave her there!” He snarled, pushing forward furiously, the people’s attempts to grab at him ending uselessly as he continued on into the burning structure.

The moment he burst through the doors smoke poured into him, ash dripping down from the falling pillars and rotting walls.

Orange and Yellow nearly entrenched his vision, the colors blasting against the once silver and white inside.

“MC!” He screamed as loud as he was able, his throat tightening by the second. “MC!” 

And the smallest miracle occurred.

For you called back.

“J-Jumin!” Your voice was horribly hoarse and restrained, yet it was there. “I-I’m here!” 

And it was close.

He followed your calls to find you before the door leading to the stairwell, one of the pillars having collapsed onto your fragmented legs.

You couldn’t move.

You were trapped.

He staggered forward, falling to his knees beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms. 

“MC…MC you’re alive…” He sighed a bittersweet breath of relief, your hands entwining.

“I…I was leaving with Elizabeth when the pillar fell. She managed to get out but…but I can’t feel my legs anymore.” You whimpered, tear stains engraved upon your features. “Jumin you have to leave. N-Now!” 


“W-What do you mean no? You…You’ll die!” Your gasps for air became heavier, the only thing keeping you calm being your husband’s presence.

“I know.” 

“T-Then go!” 

“I’m not leaving you. We promised to stay by each other sides. I’m not breaking that now.” He hummed, running a gentle thumb over your bruised and battered knuckles. 

“Jumin please…please go. You need to live.” 

“Life’s not worth living without you darling.” He cooed. “I never even knew how joyous life could be until you entered mine.” 

You grew silent for a bit, sniffling as the building creaked and moaned, the supports beginning to shiver. 

“I’m…I’m scared.” You whispered, sinking against his chest as you squeezed his hands, looking up to him.

And oddly enough, you were still met with a kind adoring gaze, even with the tears tipping from his eyes.

Yet they weren’t from fear.

It was the thought that your last moments were spent in terror and horror.

“Dear…no matter what happens our hearts will always be with each other,” He said, speaking over the crumbling ceiling. “We’ll find each other again, no matter what. Don’t worry.” 

And even within the dreary inevitable setting, you softened, swallowing as you buried your head in the crook of his neck, the two of you holding onto the other as though you were the last tethers to reality.

“Jumin,” You muttered quietly.


“I love you.” 

And as the building shattered before you, the numerous levels above the two of you beginning to crash Jumin responded, smiling tenderly.

“I love you too.” 

Sebastian Stan Imagine

Hey love! Could you please write an imagine with Sebastian Stan where the reader is his wife and he’s gushing about her in a red carpet interview and she comes up behind him and thinks it’s adorable?

You stepped out on the red carpet for the premier of your new movie with your husband, Sebastian. You smiled as the flashes of light hit you as soon as you stepped out of the car. You held your husband’s hand and walked to a designated picture spot. You stopped and leaned into Sebastian’s side and let the cameras get a picture of you two together. “Have I told you tonight that you look beautiful,” Sebastian whispered in your ear as you posed for the picture.

“Yes, a couple times,” you smiled up at him.”

“Just wanted to make sure,” he grinned and kissed your cheek before posing again. After a new more minutes you continued down the carpet posing together when one of the people came up to you and asked for solo pictures of you for your premiere. “I’ll wait over there while you take your pictures, ok?”

“Alright try not to have too much fun without me,” you told him and went to pose for pictures.

“Sebastian,” he turned from watching you pose when he heard the voice, “mind if we get a quick interview with you?”

“Sure,” he joined the woman from E! And smiled as the camera rolled.

“We’re here with Sebastian Stan who is married to the amazing Y/N Y/L/N. Sebastian you’re here for the premiere of your wife’s new movie and just next weekend you’ll be at the premiere for your latest Avenger movie. What’s it like coming here with your wife just before your own premiere?”

“It’s great. Y/N and I have been working hard on these two movies and I’m glad I get to take a minute with her to focus on her work and to see her shine.”

“What are you looking forward most to seeing tonight?”

“Ugh, honestly, just my wife. I mean have you seen her,” he and the interviewer laughed. You snuck up behind him and listened, telling the interviewer not to rat you out. “She looks beyond amazing tonight!”

“I think we have seen her. For those who are watching how would you describe your wife’s look?”

“Imagine the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen and multiply that by 10. She’s in a sexy tight red dress, and has her hair and makeup done amazingly, even though she doesn’t need it done, and she looks stunning. I mean can you believe that she’s my wife,” he gushed.

“You are pretty lucky,” you said coming up behind him and kissing his cheek. Sebastian thanked the interviewer and continued down the carpet with you. “That was some pretty nice stuff you said back there,” you tried to smudge the lipstick off his cheek.

“You think so?”

“Yeah, that might have earned you an after-after party,” you quickly said before posing for the next round of pictures.


Pairing: Reader x Justin Bieber

Request: ‘Hiii! I’m obsessed with your imagines and I was wondering if you can do one where you guys are divorced with kids but are on good terms?

Warnings: none, fluff basically


“Alright kiddos, let’s get ready so you can go see your father,” I said to my two children {Y/S/N} and {Y/D/N}. It was currently Thursday, which meant it was Justin’s few days to have the kids around. Being divorced wasn’t easy, especially for the kids. I never wanted it to come down to this but, it happened. The kids got up from the table and ran upstairs to their rooms to get their bags for the weekend. I picked up the plates they left on the table and placed them in the sink to wash. I turned on the faucet, letting it run warm water for a few moments. 

I didn’t happen to hear my oldest son come into the room. “Mom, do I really have to go see dad? Because I really don’t want to go.” He sat around the island waiting for me to respond. I glanced at him annoyed, before looking back at the dishes.

“Yes, honey, you really have to go see your father. If you don’t go, then I’ll lose joint custody of you guys, and I’m sure you don’t want that?” I raised an eyebrow. He took a moment to process what I said and soon nodded his head. He left the kitchen as well, going upstairs to pack his things. I quickly washed up the dishes in the sink so I could take them to Justin’s. I dried off my hands with a paper towel and threw it in the garbage bin. The kids were ready so, I hurriedly put on my shoes because I really couldn’t afford to be not even a second late.

I opened the door for the kids to go out into the car and {Y/OS/N} lingered behind. I gave him the ‘get-in-the-car-right-now’ look and he did as told. Seeing me angry was a sight no one wanted to see, not even my kids. I closed the front door behind me and got into the car. I started the engine and pulled out the driveway to begin our fifteen minute trip to Justin’s place.

“Daddy!” {Y/D/N} yelled, running out of the car towards Justin. {Y/S/N} did the same, almost tripping on his way up. Kids will be kids. I unbuckled my seatbelt and noticed that {Y/OS/N} got out the car without me having to tell him to do so. I must’ve done something right to get my point across. I walked up the long driveway to where Justin stood.

“Hey stranger, have you seen my wife?” He questioned. “I’ve been looking all over for her and I can’t seem to find her.”

I rolled my eyes, smirking at his remark. “Hello to you too, Justin.” He engulfed me in a quick hug before letting me go.

“Want to come in? I want to show you something.” He continued, leading me into the house. It was more like dragging since I didn’t actually want to go inside but, I had nothing else better to do. Justin took me to the backyard of his house and I was astonished as to what he did.

“Did you really do all of this Jay?” I asked, looking around at the sight. Justin decided to turn his backyard into a kid’s jungle gym, something I wish I had when I was growing up.

“Yeah, it’s nothing though, honestly,” He shrugged his shoulders. “Thought I’d give the kids something I never had, you know.” I nodded my head, thinking about how good our kids had it. 

“Is that a trampoline?” {Y/D/N} gasped from behind the two of us.

“Yeah it is baby, you want to go play on it?” I replied, smiling down at the small mini-me.

“Yes!” She pushed past both Justin and I and ran into the backyard, going straight to the trampoline. She couldn’t help but, gawk over the other things she had available to her. {Y/S/N} decided on joining in on the excitement and jumped around with her sister.

I felt a presence behind me and knew immediately it was my oldest son. I turned around ready to speak, when he beat me to it.

“I may be eighteen years old but, that doesn’t mean I can’t have as much fun as they are. Catch you guys later.” He pushed past us and joined his brother and sister on the trampoline. 

“You know, the kid has a point,” Justin spoke up. I raised an eyebrow looking over at him. “Come on, let’s join them.” He took my hand into his and lead me the where the other three were. We joined in, jumping around with them. I couldn’t ask for a day to end better than this one.

Leather, Sunglasses, and Sultry Serenades

“Sweetheart, what’s running wild through that pretty head of yours?” Jensen asked as he leaned against the table, shaking his head and smiling at you. He had caught you staring, but it wasn’t like you were trying to hide it. 

You licked your lips and sighed as you watched him, momentarily frozen in place. In another life, he could have been a rock god. The man was made to wear skin tight jeans, leather jackets, and sunglasses, and his voice was enough to make any woman’s panties drop. Luckily, you were the only woman he ever cared about doing that to.

You chewed on the corner of your lip, wishing you could see the twinkle in his eye that you knew was hidden behind those damn sexy sunglasses. His smile got wider as if he could read your mind, and he reached up and removed the sunglasses, cocking an eyebrow questioningly.

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Honestly, after We Need To Talk, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that this was Rose’s.

  • *in the lab*
  • Sherlock: *sitting at the microscope*
  • Pathologist: *watching Molly*
  • Pathologist: *nudges Sherlock; whispering* Wow, she's really cute...isn't she?
  • Sherlock: *working* Mmm *frowns* Who?
  • Pathologist: *nods at Molly* Doctor Holmes.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Ahh.
  • Pathologist: *nonchalant* Do you know if she's single?
  • Sherlock: Ummm...
  • Pathologist: *ogling Molly's arse; distracted* Do you know or not?
  • Sherlock: I don't think you should waste your time *sees Molly moving closer* She's far too beautiful for you.
  • Pathologist: ...
  • Molly: *ruffles Sherlock's hair as she passes* Someone wants sex tonight.
  • Sherlock: *to her colleague; smug* I'm someone *shows his wedding ring* Sherlock Holmes, the husband.
  • Pathologist: ...
  • Pathologist: *flees*
  • Molly: *confused* What was that about?
  • Sherlock: *quickly* No idea. Lunch? *holds out his hand*
  • Molly: *holds his hand, grinning* Starving. But then, I am eating for two.
5 Things I Love

I gotta say, I don’t get tagged often in these tagging things, so the fact that @trans-parenting tagged me in the 5 Things I Love thing is a real treat. Also, I’ve had some bourbon so bear with me. Here are five things I love…

1. The Idiot Trilogy. Now only my friends know what The Idiot Trilogy is, but we’re buds so I’ll let you in on it. The Idiot Trilogy is a set of movies that, to me, are some of the funniest films from my adolescence and they’re all kinda related thanks to cast/crew. The films are: Three Amigos; Clue; Spies Like Us. I watch each at least once a year and find them funnier each time.

2. California. I was born in LA, but right after that we moved to DC. In my 20s I moved around a lot and saw a lot of the country. No place felt like home (even DC) until I landed back in Cali. Sunshine, beaches, movies, medicinal weed. It’s amazing.

3. Music. I know, I know. You probably want a genre or era or (gasp!) a band. Truth is: I love every kind of music. My morning playlist includes 1940s swing, 1990s alt rock, 1950s jazz, 1970s rock, 1980s punk… it’s stupid eclectic.

4. Writing. Both of my parents are talented writers, so naturally I said I’d never be a writer. But as I finished college and found I was writing in my downtime to unwind, I realized it was in my blood—no point in denying it. Still, it took a while to find my groove. Like decades. Now I’ve got a bestseller under my belt and two more books on the way.

5. My family. Have you seen my boys? My wife? Holy living fuck, did I hit the lottery or what? I could talk about how they inspire me or pick me up when I’m blue—all of that is true. But, man, they make me laugh so much. My god, I’ve never laughed so much… I love them more than anything I could write, anything I could hear, anything I could see, anywhere I could be.

So there you go. And now I get to tag some folks, so I’ll tag @kidsraisingkids, @mommyakajenna, @dadarocks, @shuggilippo, and @taylorswift.

moondick21  asked:

Nice blog I want my wife blacked soo bad. Have you ever seen BBC stretch and ruin there sweet tight white pussy in person

No. I wish I could but she just won’t commit! I don’t know why! I am completely open to the idea but she just refuses to admit or accept it!

  • nina dobrev at the TCAs: ... and thank you for coming along with me on this amazing journey!
  • ian somerhalder, if he could: YEAH! it's so sad to see nina go but i'm MARRIED, i'm gonna miss her on set but i'm married to nikki reed, please support isf but oh, one more thing
  • ian somerhalder: i'm married to nikki reed
  • ian somerhalder: have you seen my wife nikki reed babe come up to the stage