Wait For Me To Come Home - Sebastian x Reader - One Shot
A/N - Got myself into the little sebby family mood again. Featuring Isabella as always aha.
Sebastian x Reader - You are completely secure in your relationship with Sebastian, until you start reading some articles that make you doubt yourself. Sebastian gets rid of your insecurities by helping you relive some of your memories together.
can you suggest some underused latinxs you'd like to see used more!
i was just gonna say raini and rico rodriguez but u kno what…. this is a serious q and we need more options for latinx fcs so here we go
females: becky g, eiza gonzález, cierra ramirez, seychelle gabriel, victoria justice, ally brooke, bianca santos, makenzie vega, christian serratos, lindsey morgan, chloe bridges, leslie grace, isabella gomez, ana de armas, aimee carrerro, diane guerrero, karla souza, sofia carson, dana paola, paulina goto, gina rodriguez, melissa fumero, sofia reyes, melanie iglesias, joan smalls
males: prince royce, maluma, alfie enoch, alberto rosende, david castro, diego boneta, alfonso herrera, joel pimentel, richard camacho, zabdiel de jesús, christopher vélez, brandon larracuente, michael trevino, ryan guzman, jay hernandez, christian navarro, jake t. austin, diego luna, oscar isaac, giovanni dos santos, jonathon dos santos, tristan wilds, jorge blanco, tyler posey
as you can tell the list is short bc hollywood is racist. let me know if i missed anyone !!
Summary: Y/n listens to Jack’s speech from their wedding
A/n: I slowly feel my imagines getting worse so I’m trying to change that. I need to know if you would rather have a really long imagine or smut when I hit 400 so let me know in my request or message me !!
“I remember all the times we had. Just you and I. That night we danced all night on the roof of our hotel in La. That night that everything was so easy and even through my drunken state everything was so clear to me. As I looked into your eyes I felt sober. It was so clear that I was in love with you. I was even in love with you the next morning as I held your hair for you as you threw up. All the nights that I stayed at your flat then the next week we switched to mine. The way we built forts in my flat and Josh and Conor would always find us and most of the time join us. There are so many memories. I will never forget the time we went to the lake and even though we were in the middle of a torrential downpour you, of course, made it the best day of my life. You were and still are my everything. You pulled me out of the dark place I was in before I met you. I want to be with you until the end of Earth. Every time I need you, you are there. Even the mention of your name makes me smile. I love every inch of you and I will never forget how hard I fell. That night that we laid in the countryside until the sun came up."
Tears welled in my eyes as you listened to the sound of your now husband Jack. "I thought I would never love anyone as much as you until we had our little girls. You three are the best things that has ever happened to me and I never want to lose that. I will forever try my hardest to make sure that Abigail Marie and Isabella Grace are happy and fulfill their every need. And you Y/n I will forever be in love with you. Here we are, in this moment me and you that I stand here and vow my love to not only you but our two princesses. I love you,” Jack finished.
Tears now were pouring down my cheeks as I finished listening to the tape of our wedding. “Mommy what’s wrong,” Isabella said hugging onto me causing Abigail to do the same. “I’m alright,” I said reassuring them with a smile. “Alright girls time for bed,” Jack said coming in. He looked at my tear stained face and furrowed his eyebrows. He threw Bella over his shoulder before throwing Abby over the other. They giggled making me laugh. I walked into their bedroom and Jack followed.
I watched as he put them to sleep. He kissed them both and tucked them both in. “Now that the princesses were put to rest its time for the queen,” Jack said grabbing my hand. I smiled and we laid in bed facing each other. The lights were off but we were both staring at each other. His thumb lightly stroked my cheek. “Baby girl what’s wrong,” he whispered. “I’m just so lucky. I love you so so much Jack and I hope you know that. I never want to lose you,” I said. He kissed my cheek slightly and pulled me into arms. We stayed there, in that same position as we both fell into a deep sleep.
can we talk about the lyrical masterpiece that is State of Grace? the amount of metaphors and similes in this song blow me away and they are all so unique and and well thought out. not to mention taylors voice in this song, the background vocals, the dynamics of this amazing song. let’s talk about the star lyric, “love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right.” that lyric. THAT LYRIC. it is the truest thing ever. no sugar coating or over demonizing love. telling what love is in its truest way. next, let’s talk about the lyric “mosaic broken hearts.” this lyric is just so unique and pleasing to hear, its been used as so many of my captions for selfies. let’s move on and talk about the lyric “I never saw you coming, and I’ll never be the same.” that lyric is so relatable, whether it’s about a significant other, friend, family member, whatever. it tells that people can leave a mark on you and change you in unexpected ways. this song is a lyrical masterpiece that needs to be more widely known in the world. this song is a gift and I am lucky enough to have it grace my ears.
LADY IN WAITING: models: Julia Nobis, Grace Bol, Varya Shutova, Isabella Emmack and Amilna Esteavo - photographer: Mikael Jansson - fashion director / stylist: Alex White - hair: Shay Ashua - make-up: Hannah Murray - set design: Nicholas Des - Porter Magazine #10 Fall 2015 - featuring: Marchesa, Valentino, Mary Katrantzou & Calvin Klein
Clementina reading while sitting at the window wearing some kind of fancy dress or theatrical costume around which a piece of white material has been draped in a way which echoes the shape of Isabella’s dress (from another photograph), ca. 1862-63. Lady Clementina Hawarden.
Hawarden’s characteristic portraits include her daughters Isabella Grace, Clementina, and Florence Elizabeth. The furniture and characteristic decor of an upper-class London home was removed in order to create mise-en-scène images and theatrical poses within the first floor of her home.
The flight seemed to take forever especially since I couldn’t seem to fall asleep. We flew into JFK in New York and then got on a flight to LA. All I wanted to do was sleep to pass the time but my mind couldn’t stop spinning. Hours later the flight attendant finally announced we were landing in “sunny Los Angeles.” I gazed out the window at the familiar outline of the city. It felt very strange to be back, even more so since I wasn’t going home to Jack. I tried to push the thought aside. If he could move on and be happy, I needed to do the same. I gathered my things on the plane and began waiting to get off. I always hated how long it took to get off the plane which only made me think of Jack more. He would always make fun of me for my lack of patience while holding me in his arms and whispering in my ear, making me laugh. I sighed. Why did every little thing have to remind of him? Finally, the people started to move and I got off the plane. I began walking towards the baggage claim while checking my phone. I hadn’t missed much in my hours spent in the air minus a few snapchat updates from Jack. My stomach sank as I watched him hold his “new girl” in his arms. I felt like crying when I heard a familiar voice call my name.
“Peyton Rose Logan!!!”
“Grace Isabella Butler, what are you doing here?” I called to her while slipping my phone in my pocket.
Normally I would be ecstatic to see her but after seeing that story I didn’t feel like seeing anyone. Even if it was my best friend surprising me in the airport.
“You really think I would go a whole year without seeing your face in person and not surprise you at the airport?” She asked while laughing and pulling me into a hug.
I relaxed once I was in her arms. It had been a while since anyone had held me.
“I missed you, Gracie,” I told her while hugging her back.
“What about us?”
I turned around to see Ryan and my mom standing there.
“Oh my gosh!”
Next thing I knew I was wrapped in more hugs. Everyone telling me how much they had missed me.
“You guys didn’t have to fly all the way out here,” I told them, feeling bad that they had made the trip.
“Are you kidding? It’s California, of course I wanted to come,” Ryan joked.
I playfully stuck my tongue out at him while my mom truthfully answered.
“You’ve been gone for so long, of course we were going to come see you and we wanted to help you move into your new place!”
How could I forget? I had to move into a new apartment. I swallowed hard, not wanting to show how emotional I was about it all.
“Well I guess we should get going then!” I said.
Ryan helped me carry my luggage and we headed outside of LAX. I walked out and began looking for a cab.
“Woah, easy killer, this is our ride…or I guess your ride,” Ryan said while nodding towards a black Range Rover parked in front of us.
My jaw dropped.
“No way…” I said in awe. “You guys shouldn’t have-”
My mom quickly cut me off.
“Think of it as our welcome home gift, you deserve it, sweetheart,” she smiled at me.
“Oh my gosh, thank you so much, Momma,” I screeched while flinging my arms around her.
I think we both knew it wasn’t really a welcome home gift but more of a necessity. Now that Jack wasn’t around with his car, I would be needing my own way of transportation. I would miss the Jeep but I couldn’t be more excited about having my own Range Rover.
“Well let’s go,” I said while climbing in.
We all piled in and I began heading towards my new apartment. I had decided to rent closer to the beach since the beach made me happy. I figured it would assist in getting over Jack. As I was driving and listening to Grace’s continuous comments on how beautiful it was, I couldn’t help but wonder if Jack had thought about me.
“Ohhhh! Skate for the winning shot!” Johnson yelled as Nate went up to take a three pointer.
We all paused waiting to see if it would go in. A moment later the ball swooshed through the net. Nate and Johnson erupted in cheers and high fives. Sam just shook his head.
“Eh, you just got lucky.”
“Nah bro, you’re just pissed cuz you lost,” Nate joked while pointing at Sam and me.
“Alright fine, rematch!” Sam challenged.
“Okay let’s do it!” Johnson said while clapping.
We were all shirtless and out on the basketball court that was situated directly in the sun. Dillon and Mike were riding around on Glidrs reffing our game of two on two.
“Woah boys, I’m gonna need a bit of a break,” Nate said, hinting he wanted to go smoke.
“Why don’t we all join you?” I suggested.
All the boys wandered into the house and found different seats in the living room. The air conditioning felt nice after sweating outside for hours. Nate pulled his bong out and began packing it with weed.
“So boys, what are we going to do tonight? Let’s go out,” Dillon said.
“I’m down,” Sammy chimed in.
“Dude, when aren’t you?” Nate chuckled while still focusing on the bong.
Eventually Nate got it fully packed and took the first hit. He exhaled and then passed it to me.
“So G, Peyton comes home today right?” He asked out of the blue.
I spit out my inhale of smoke almost immediately and began coughing. Nate’s comment took me fully off guard. He brought her up so causally.
“Uh yeah, bro, I think so,” I tried to answer nonchalantly.
“Kinda weird we won’t see her,” Sam said somewhat quietly.
I didn’t expect them to be acting this way about Peyton’s homecoming. I hadn’t realized they even knew the date she was coming home. I tried to push her out of my mind when the front door open. I glanced up to see the brunette I had been seeing for the last few months.
“Hey babe,” she called to me.
“Hi baby girl.”
She wandered in and immediately scrunched her nose.
“Why do you guys have to do that in here?” She complained.
“Because it’s our house,” Sammy countered.
I shot him a look. He always was a jerk to her.
“Look, if you guys go out tonight I’ll probably just stay here, hang with her,” I said, glancing at the girl who was now sitting in my lap, giving her a smile.
“Whatever you want, bro,” Nate said while lighting the bong again.
I swallowed hard trying to figure out why it felt like there was a giant elephant in the room.
A few hours later, my mom and Ryan had left to fly back to Chicago after helping me settle into my new apartment. Gracie and I had been hanging on the couch catching up for the past hour when she got up suddenly.
“Let’s go out, let’s find a party,” she said excitedly. “Show me LA for the little bit that I’m here.”
I smirked. A party sounded nice. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a sip of alcohol.
“Alright, let’s do it, there’s a great club we can go to,” I said while standing up, too.
We quickly got changed into party dresses and did our makeup. It had been so long since I had dressed up since all I wore in Africa was shorts and tee shirts. Once we were fully ready, we called an Über and headed out to the club. It was already packed by the time we got there.
“Hey, P, go order us drinks, I’m going to run to the bathroom,” Gracie said once we walked in.
I chuckled. We had taken a few shots before we left and she already was making bathroom stops. I wandered over to the bar and sat down, ordering us some drinks. Just then, I felt a tall guy come close to my shoulder. He dipped down and whispered in my ear.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing alone at a bar?”
I recognized the voice immediately. I turned around with a big smile on my face.
“Sammy!” I screeched while flinging my arms around his neck.
He laughed while he embraced me.
“God, I’ve missed you, Pey.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” I told him.
“Here, let me take your drinks, let’s go catch up,” he nodded towards the sofas the other guys were sitting at. I scanned the area, looking for Jack. I was reluctant to follow Sam.
“Don’t worry, he’s not here,” he whispered in my ear, reading my thoughts.
I nodded and smiled before following him over to the rest of the boys.