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.
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
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.
Isabella was raised in Violet-Shadows by her two parents, Ella and Tom. She lived what seemed to be an amazing life. She had the perfect family, lots of friends, lots of money, outstanding grades, an amazing wardrobe, just, everything. Everything was perfect. If everything surrounding her was so perfect, she was fine, right? She was set. Right? Nope. Isabella was actually very insecure. She put on a very good “brave-girl” look. Isabella was also very gullible. She believed every and anyone. It was great at times, but others, not at all. I mean, it is basically the reason she is what she is. She trusted the wrong person.
How long are you online a week, day?
I’m on everyday.
2-3 Paragraph Audition:
“I can’t do it.” Issy cried out, hot tears running down her cheeks, “I can’t do it!” She balled her hands into fists, very frustrated. Chewing down on her lip, she closed her eyes and began tried again. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t control her lust for blood. Letting out a groan, she looked Sophia and shook her head.
Sophia rolled her eyes, “How the hell do you think you’re going to be able to get out of here, if you can’t do it? We’re at a freaking party, Issy, there are tons of people out there. One is /already/ dead.” She shot her a look then looked up at the ceiling, mouthing out a few cuss words as she heard someone knock on the door, “I’m in here!” She yelled out then turned her attention back to Isabella. She had to help the poor girl, “Let’s try this again.” She sighed, leaning closer, before showing her what to do another time, praying maybe she’d get it so she could get out of the damn bathroom.
Hopefully this works. I went to you guys’ page and seen you had changed things up.
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.