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Mission: Impossible and it's many memeable moments pt.1
#mission impossible#shitpost#textpost#m:i memes#m:i actors looking kinda distressed edition#why is ethan standing like that with the gun tho#ethan hunt#benji dunn#sean ambrose#hugh stamp
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Mission Impossible Gifsets: x x x x (more coming soon) Sean, Hugh and Sean x Hugh appreciation time, not only gifs this time
#mi#mi2#mission: impossible 2#mission: impossible#mission impossible 2#sean ambrose#hugh stamp#Dougray Scott#Richard Roxburgh#i know nobody cares#but i love them#theyre so hecking gay#hugh just simps for sean#hugh gay energy#caprisc_gif#caprisc_stuff
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Ambrose/Hugh toxic relationships, hate sex, angst no comfort, rouge sex, coworkers to fuck buddies to you warm my bed while Nyha is a away to hate sex because I'm jealous of her, no happy ending, just sad and randomly good to worst sex.
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iâve only been drawing Hannibal shitâ I have a problem.
(I have 3 more Hannibal WIPS currently.)
#tree stamps save my life tho#i suck at drawing trees tbh#i should practice#art blog#artists on tumblr#artist#artblr#my art#ickachris#hannibal#procreate#hannibal nbc#hannigram#nbc hannibal#hannigraham#will x hannibal#hannibal fanart#nbc hannigram#hannibal lecter#will graham#mads mikkelsen#hugh dancy#stag man#murder husbands#bryan fuller
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so unserious
#maybe my favourite atNJDevils bit#now with a jack stamp of approval#jack hughes#luke hughes#devils#quinn hughes#canucks#also the date filter saying 6-26-98 a year where none of them were alive#.jpg
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I mean im sorry but Sean and Hugh (and the whole gang) are just so hecking gay I cant. Hugh is clearly down for him and Seanâs just⊠he likes to be in control. That cigarclipthing scene? Do I have to say more?
So many non queer people Read Sean Ambrose as a gay and thatâs so fucking wild to me
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some simple (& stupid) mads & hugh blinkies
(so you donât have to go make them yourself)
((lmk if you use any, i just wanna see))
#blinkies#hannibal#hugh dancy#mads mikkelsen#will graham#hannibal lecter#stamps#gifset#carrd resources#webcore
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MORE HOTD STAMPS
#hotd#house of the dragon#hugh hammer#larys strong#rhaenyra targaryen#helaena targaryen#jeyne arryn#da stamp#neocities#stamp#web stamp#spacehey#stamps#web resource#deviantart
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18:56-19:01 HUGH SCREAMS
#electric light orchestra#hugh mcdowell#jeff lynne#bev bevan#mik kaminski#richard tandy#mike edwards#michael dâalberquerque#okay so this is the Rockpalast concert from 1974#the first time i fully watched it at the halfway mark after miks orange blossom special hugh says ow#itâs like a stereotypical rock star scream#for example Freddie Mercury was known to do that as well#Youtube#and i got so irritated trying to find this specific time stamp because i forgot at which point he screams#but I found it and Iâm so happy#silly guy#itâs why i love him#also watching hugh at all in that video was a pleasing experience#not to mention Richard tapping his piano being all graceful and stuff#i also love Richardâs dress shirt and the red suit#even without the suit he just#idk#heâs so talented#not to mention his hair#the style and color#why canât my hair be as neat?
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Was Daisy at the awards last night? If so, what did she wear? If she wasn't, was she calling Luke after?
unfortunately, daisy wasnât at the awards with luke :( during the summer / off season from school â even prior to dating luke and ethan â she often goes back to vancouver to see her parents and brothers, so by the time the awards rolled around, she wouldâve already been back in vancouver (either with ethan or not; iâm not 100% sure yet).
however!! she watched the awards in full and made sure to find some time to call luke after them, sending her love after hearing he didnât get the calder trophy :(( she and ethan are planning to come visit soon though, thatâs for certain!
(they spent like almost the entire night together on facetime) đ©·
#âËâč á° daisy#âčđč : michigan's finest#đ : stamped n sealed#also thank you for asking because akjsajjdjr brainrot#luke hughes x oc#ethan edwards x oc
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Time 03-May-2024 16:15 Day Friday Where Cineworld - Rushden Lakes Screen 7 Seat J13 Price ÂŁ3.23
#star wars#the phantom menace#ewan mcgregor#liam neeson#Natalie Portman#jake lloyd#ian mcdiarmid#pernilla august#oliver ford davies#hugh quarshie#ahmed best#anthony daniels#kenny baker#frank oz#terence stamp#brian blessed#warwick davis
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Mission Impossible Gifsets: x x x x x x (more coming soon) Mission: Impossible 2 (2000)
One of my fav scenes. Billy's being a lil shit, and Hugh is just... angy gay man.
#Mission: Impossible 2#Mission: Impossible II#Mission Impossible#Mission Impossiible 2#Mi2#gifset#my gifs#this movie is gay af#seanxhugh is just hugh gay mood#billy#who never came back im sad#william billy baird#John Polson#hugh stamp#richard roxburgh#caprisc_stuff#caprisc_gif
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Tattoo Tease âïžđ
ITâS HEREEEEEEE
Hugh Jackman x It girl reader
Synopsis: Youâre Hollywoodâs It Girl whoâs known and loved for not caring about what the media has to say. When you and Hugh Jackman do an interview segment together, a mix up ends in you getting a temporary tramp stamp⊠of his name. He can barely control himself around you as it is but seeing his name just above your ass? Let the countdown begin.
Warnings: age gap, p in v, multiple positions, Hugh being a whore and lowkey a perv lol, flirting, just pure FILTH, nicknames like âbaby, kid, kiddo, honey, sugar etc
I cannot WAIT to drop this HELPPPPP. Lmk if yall wanna be tagged!
#hugh jackman#hugh jackman smut#logan howlett#logan howlet smut#logan howlet x reader#Hugh Jackman x reader#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 3#old man logan#x men#wolverine x reader#wolverine#wolverine smut#logan wolverine#logan x reader#Hugh Jackman x black fem reader
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Viking Destiny (2018)
There is so much Nordic nonsense in Viking Destiny that anything it does well must be by accident. The only times this period-piece action film manages to get a rise out of its bored audience is when it reminds you of a better movie youâd rather be watching or spits out dialogue so bad itâll have you laughing out loud.
In the Viking kingdom of Volsung, King Asmund (Andrew Whipp) is defending his people in battle and misses the birth of his daughter. Superstition says the child is now cursed. Sensing an opportunity, Asmundâs half-brother Prince Bard (Timo Nieminen), proposes HE raise Princess Helle while his son, Soini, takes her place. Years later, Bard has King Asmund and Prince Soini murdered. Helle is framed for the crime. With no one left to oppose him, the treacherous uncle takes the throne. Now, Helle is the kingdomâs only hope.
Written, directed, and produced by David L.G. Hughes, this is the kind of passion project that plugs its fingers into its ears and yells "Not listening! lalalala!" whenever anyone attempts to criticize it. The film has some impressive-looking outdoor scenes that show off the glorious landscape of the northern country. Everything else will make you cringe. The acting is weak. You decide to give Viking Destiny a chance anyway. It looks good so maybe a dynamite story will make up for the performances. Then you notice the lackluster fight choreography. Itâs another point against it, but that story⊠itâs coming! Until you realize youâve been holding onto hope for nothing.
Though I have to believe itâs a coincidence, Viking Destiny is basically a dumber, gender-swapped version of The Lion King. The evil uncle who murders the rightful king and frames the real heir for the crime. The prince(ss) who goes into exile and meets a group of peaceful hippies where (s)he lives happily until dreadful news arrives: the kingdom has fallen into ruin. They can no longer run from their birthright and must return to right what's been wronged! Making lion and Disney jokes will tide you over for a while but those only go so far.
What you can look forward to are the kind of directorial choices only a 12-year-old would opt for. Prince Bard is evil. How evil? The most evil. Youâd think he would raise Helle as a fail-safe to ensure he has her on his side but no. He does everything but molest her, guaranteeing she wonât bat an eye come the moment they have to fight. Does he care about the son heâs positioned to rule? Not at all. Soini is murdered with his uncle. Bard's strategy was this 21-year-long gambit that depended on⊠him murdering everyone else who had a shot at the title? I think there mightâve been an easier way to go about it. But then he wouldnât get to do evil things. Heâs the kind of psycho who gets the blacksmith to create a severed head flail⊠and then kills the blacksmith so no one else could ever make another. Huh? What? How about the scene where we see him having sex with an unnamed wench in the woods so he can slit her throat mid-coitus? At this point, his thugs have mismanaged their crops and resources so bad theyâve been reduced to cannibalism. I think he could've gotten away with murder in his bedchamber where it would've been more comfortable.
Meanwhile, Helle stumbles upon a group of flower children living in the woods without a ruler or weapons. Stunned by their gentle ways, Helle falls in love with the hunkiest one of them all. They make sweet love in a golden field bathed in sunlight - this is within minutes of them meeting and on the same day as said hunkâs wedding to another woman. Things are going relatively ok for Helle until Bardâs goons show up. Youâd think the trained soldiers would make short work of the forest-dwellers but they prove themselves surprisingly effective during combat. Not because it makes sense, but because otherwise, weâd have no action climax. Cue the would-be inspirational speeches and epic battle!
Thereâs a lot to say about this film despite how boring it is. Throughout, Terrence Stamp appears as Odin, while Murray McArthur portrays Loki. Neither are recognizable as the Norse gods. Odin has no eyepatch, no ravens. Loki has no horns and way too much makeup. Theyâre basically God and the Devil whispering things to both sides and proving that Hughes knows nothing about Vikings except that they fought using melee weapons and didnât actually have horns on their helmets.
Ranging from embarrassing to unintentionally funny, Viking Destiny is dull and unmemorable. You might remember the severed-head flail and the line about cannibalism but thatâs only if your memory is exceptional. Even if the performances, the stunts and choreography, dialogue or plot were good, this would still be a cheap picture that offers nothing to those who stumble upon it. (September 11, 2020)
#Viking Destiny#movies#films#movie reviews#film reviews#david l.g. hughes#terence stamp#anna demetriou#paul freeman#will mellor#murray mcarthur#ian beattie#2018 movies#2018 films
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Controversially Young Girlfriend (part three)
Hugh Jackman x popstar!readerÂ
series masterlist & main masterlist
summary: y/n is a globally beloved pop star. She is known for her talent and dedication towards her craft. Recently, she has also been known for her preference for older men. After a breakup with her former older boyfriend, she had a run in with the hottest dilf right now, Hugh Jackman. Y/n tried to warn him, but what can she say, she has an effect on hot, older men.Â
warnings: age gap (23/55), cursing, y/n used, implied shorter reader, afab reader, she/her pronouns, sexual themes, fighting (verbal).
warnings will change as the story progresses! all descriptions of real people in this story are FAKE. I do not know these people and this is purely fiction. Please let me know if I missed anything!! <3
authors note: idk yall, this kinda ate ngl. Iâm so proud of this and I really hope you all enjoy it as much as I did! <3 also Iâm sorry to all the Pedro girliesâŠI had to.Â
part three: uninvited
The past few days seemed to drag on slower than you wished they had. The rest of your time in London was spent doing various interviews centered around your upcoming album release and Ashley dragged you around to every possible tourist attraction around. It was all rather mundane- every interview was the same and every attraction too crowded for your liking. You were being a grump but you were tired and anxious. All the hype around your sophomore album delighted you, truly it did, but the doubts always took up more space in your mind than you cared to admit. With this album, you took a lot of inspiration from the pop girlies of the early 2000s, Britney being the biggest influence. You allowed yourself to explore your sexuality and true self. The songs were erotic in the best way and in just a few weeks, everyone would have access to that side of you. The image youâd been portraying wasnât that of a âsoft good girlâ per say but you hadnât been this open and honest before. It was terrifying.Â
You landed at LAX around two in the morning, giving you a few hours of sleep before your 11am meeting. This was one of those times you didnât mind using the perks of your fame. You had a car waiting to pick Ashley and yourself up to take you straight home, allowing both of you to get some sleep as the driver fought through the airport traffic. The moment you reached your small house, you threw your luggage across the living room and dropped face down into the couch, falling back into a deep sleep with Ashley right next to you. When your alarms go off at nine am, youâre banging your head into the couch cushions, the seven hours of sleep feeling like a blink. You roll slightly allowing yourself to fall the short distance from the couch onto the floor. âOwâŠâ You mumble, rubbing the back of your head. Dragging yourself up, you sluggishly made your way to the bathroom to take a quick shower. It was something you should have done last night. Just thinking about all the germs sitting on your body right now made a quick chill of disgust roll down your spine. You heavily disliked sleeping in your âoutside clothesâ but the tiredness beat the cleanliness last night.Â
Sweat pants and a hoodie werenât exactly meeting appropriate but it wasnât anything serious, just a little gathering to figure out some last minute details for the album listening party being thrown for your friends and family. You didnât want it to be a huge deal but your label saw it as a marketing opportunity. If it were up to you, it would be a simple get together at your house but they insisted on it being at some club that would have paparazzi waiting to take pictures. You arenât even sure why you're needed at the meeting because your input wasnât even being considered, you just sat and gave the âstamp of approvalâ. Ashley was still knocked out when you walked to your kitchen to grab a small breakfast- a protein yogurt and some apple slices. Youâd much prefer french toast but your trainer has been onto you about your diet with a tour coming up. You needed to be in good shape to dance and sing at the same time, it was ridiculous how hard it was.Â
âHey Ash, imma head out, iâll be back soon.â You shake her shoulder lighty. She opens her eyes to some degree and mutters, what sounded like, an âokayâ. You sighed as you started the engine to your 2000 green Toyota Corolla. It had been making a funny noise before your trip overseas that you had forgotten all about it. A lot of your newer, richer, friends have made fun of your car but you couldnât find reason to part with it. It still ran and got you where you needed to be. You loved your fugly little car. The car ride was surprisingly short, traffic light. Pulling into the office parking lot, you sent a quick text to Stacy.Â
You: please tell me youâre here already đ
Stacypoo <33: I am. 4th floor, take a right. Iâll wait in the hall for you.Â
You sent a thumbs up and made your way to the front doors. The elevator ride was quick, luckily you were the only one in there, saving you from making any awkward small talk with some random person. You were too tired to keep up your friendly demeanor. Stacy was standing outside of an office door when you first saw her. Giving quick hellos, she motioned you into the room.Â
âHow long do you think theyâll have us sitting here this time?â You ask jokingly. Youâve made yourself as comfortable as possible in the cheap plastic chair with a thin cushion on the seat. With your elbows propped up on the table, your head sat heavy with both hands holding up your cheeks.Â
She lets out a snort before responding. âWho knows. I swear these people make us wait on purpose as some kind of power move.âÂ
Stacy had left London a day before you had. The moment your last interview was over, she was jumping on the first flight back home. She looked well rested and put together. You envied her ability to bounce back into routine so quickly. The two of you filled the small room with back and forth conversation about the day in London she had missed. Three people from your management/ label came tumbling in fifteen minutes later. As you suspected, you were doing a whole lot of nothing.Â
âThe team we hired are allowed to go into the club at noon to start decorating and the party will start at 10pm.â One of the people spoke, you think his name is Mark, but you arenât completely sure.Â
âWill y/n need to be there at a certain time or is 10 fine?â Stacy asks.Â
âShe can show up at ten but she wonât be in the main room until 10:30 so she can give a speech and introduce the album.â Stacy gives a nod and types that into her laptop. You didnât like the idea of giving a speech.Â
âOkay, let's go over the guest list one more time and then we can wrap this up.â Mark, you think, says. Youâre paying closer attention now, they hand you a list and you skim it. There's a lot of names of people who you consider more of an acquaintance than a friend but you canât really uninvite them.Â
âUm, can I actually add two more people to this list?â You ask and Mark nods. Stacy is giving you a questioning look.Â
âCan you add Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman? I um.. I met them the other day and they said they were fans. It would be cool to have them there.â You smile and from the corner of your eye, you can see Stacy pursing her lips, trying to hold back a laugh. One of the other people in the room, not Mark, adds their names to the guest list. Stacy and Mark talk for a few more minutes before the meeting is coming to a close. Once Stacy and yourself are enclosed in the elevator, sheâs looking over at you with a lopsided grin, shaking her head slowly.Â
âWhat?â You give her a small chuckle, feeling extra giddy.Â
âYou're unbelievable. Why even extend the invite to Mr. Reynolds when all you want is to see Huge Jackman.â She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively at the play on Hughâs name.Â
âSo not true. They like my music, why not invite them to hear the album before anyone else?â You deny her accusations.Â
âWhatever you say y/n.â She drags out the âeverâ a little too long to emphasize just how much she doesnât believe a word you say. The elevator is opening and the walk to the parking lot is silent. Stacy bids you goodbye and says that she would be in touch soon before sheâs walking away.Â
âWait! Stacy!â You call out to her and sheâs turning back to you.ïżœïżœ âI need you to track down Hughâs number, I want to personally invite him.â You smirk and sheâs just shaking her head in a joking manner.Â
âByeee Stacypoooo!âÂ
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When you got home, Ashley was awake and watching tv on your couch. You sat with her and talked about everything you had learned at the meeting. She was more excited for the event than you were, it was her type of scene. You knew you'd end up having fun once you were there but you were nervous. You might have left out the fact that you had invited Ryan and Hugh as last minute guests- it was something she could find out the day of if they showed up. She left not too long after, leaving you to pick up your home a little bit. You cleaned it pretty thoroughly before leaving the country but you felt a little overwhelmed by the unpacked luggage that sat in the middle of your living room floor. You packed too much clothing for the short trip, a lot of what was in the suitcase never even got worn. You decided to throw it all in the washer anyway. Dirtys clothes touching clean clothes makes them all dirty in your mind. In the middle of moving your laundry into the washing machine, your phone quacked signaling that Stacy had messaged you. She earned her own notification sound after the endless mixed texts and calls over the first few months of her working for you. It was a terrible habit you had, not answering your phone, but you usually paid attention to it when you were expecting contact. You pressed start on the machine and sauntered over to the kitchen counter your phone sat on.Â
Stacypoo <33: the deed is doneâŠhave fun loserÂ
There was a second text that contained a number to which you assumed was Hughâs. You smiled brightly as you texted Stacy a quick âthank you, love youâ text with a million heart emojis. You wasted no time, immediately creating contact for the man you were so eager to see again.Â
You: hey hugh, itâs y/n! my label is throwing a listening party for my album thatâs coming out soon and I thought it would be really cool if you were there. no pressure to come if you donât want to but itâs on september 14th at Disco Lights at 10pm. đđ
You hit send, put your phone back on the counter, and ran across your house, needing to be as far away from the device as possible. Keeping yourself busy was probably your best option right now, so thatâs what you did. You continued where you left off by putting your suitcases back into the storage closet in your hallway. Living alone made you realize how neat of a person you were. Back home it felt like you were constantly cleaning but you didnât have to do as much in your own home. It was a simple three bedroom with one and a half bathrooms. Two of the three rooms werenât used that frequently- one being a guest bed and the other being an at home studio/ office. The most you had to do was an occasional dust and sweep. You ran out of things to do too quickly. It had maybe been an hour since you sent the text and you were too nervous to even take a peek at your phone yet. You walked over to the counter comically slow and stared down at the phone screen, too afraid to look at the notifications. There were only three outcomes to this situation- one he doesnât respond, two he canât come, or three he agrees to come. You were hoping it was the latter option. The worst outcome was him ignoring you, you hated being ignored. It would also overall be the awkwardest outcome because his team will more than likely extend the invite to him as well. Maybe it would have been easier that way but you really wanted an excuse to get his number and talk to him.Â
It felt like eternity had passed before you finally grabbed your phone, but in reality it was probably only a minute, youâve never had the best self restraint. You unlocked it, opening the home screen, not even bothering to look at the pile of notifications, instead opting to go straight into the message app.Â
Hugh Jackman đ„°: Hey y/n. Iâd be delighted to come. đ
You let out a loud screech after reading the message. If you were laying down, youâd be kicking your feet in the air and twirling your hair. You knew he was old but the way he texted did something to you. It was weird but the simplicity in his words was such a turn on. Everything about him turned you on, he was sex on legs, and he was coming to your party. You checked the time he sent the message to see that he responded only ten minutes after you had sent yours. You felt bad for leaving him hanging for so long.Â
You: YAY!! Iâll see you there đ
The added kiss was bold and flirty, youâd hope he would see it as such. You wanted to continue texting him but didnât want to bother him, so you left it up for him to decide to text you back or not. Just as you were about to swipe out of the app, three little dots popped up at the bottom of the screen.Â
Hugh Jackman đ„°: What should I wear? I havenât been to a club in awhile.Â
You: wear whatever you want. I'm sure youâd look good in anything ;)
Hugh Jackman đ„°: Thank you sweetheart. I genuinely do need help though. Iâm too old to pick out club clothes. đ
You: hmmm.. if it would help I could send you a picture of my outfit? maybe it will inspire youÂ
Hugh Jackman đ„°: Yeah we can try that.Â
Ashley begged you to go shopping with her the moment you told her about the event and you both have had outfits picked out for a few weeks. When you got home that day, you put on the outfit, snapping a quick mirror picture to send to your hair and makeup artist so she could start brainstorming. You opted to send the same picture to Hugh.Â
Hugh Jackman đ„°: Oh! Thatâs nice.Â
You laughed at that. The picture of you wasnât the best quality but you still looked hot. You were wearing a silver mini skirt that was lined with large sequins, ones that reminded you of a purse you had when you were younger. The top was a silver latex halter top that made your cleavage look devine. To top the look off, you wore a pair of shiny silver heels that could almost be classified as stilettos, but you wanted to be able to move around comfortably. You could have easily pulled the outfit out of your closet and snapped a picture of it but you wanted to tease him.
You: thank you! did that help at all? đ
Hugh Jackman đ„°: Yeah, it did... Thank you sweetheart.Â
You: no problem!Â
He didnât respond right away this time and being the menace you are, you were hoping it was because you made him flustered.Â
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The two and half weeks leading up to the listening party seemed to drag on now that you were more excited for it. Now that Hugh was coming, you were also extra nervous. While you got your hair and makeup done, all you could think about was how everyone was about to hear about your sex fantasies for almost an hour straight. You were counting on the beat of the music and the fact that this was everyone's first listening to distract them from processing the lyrics right away. You hadnât heard much from Hugh and you were scared that you might have offended him with the picture you had sent. You decided to send a text two days ago asking if he was still planning on coming, to which he replied positively.Â
Butterflies danced around your tummy as you posed for a few pictures before you went out to join the party. You could hear it in full swing, a playlist that you had curated playing in the background. Breathing in and out slowly, someone handed you a microphone and you were being ushered to a small stage that sat in the back of the club. The music got turned down and the lights centered towards you, a wave of quiet flooded the room.Â
âHi everyone! Iâm beyond thankful for everyone here tonight. This album has been so much fun to make and I feel like it really represents me as an artist. It pays tribute to the amazing women of the late 90s and early 2000s who changed the pop game and who inspired me to make music. I really hope yâall like it! Without further ado, here is âSecret Soundsâ!â The gathering of your friends, family, and acquaintances cheer as the first song starts to play. You rush over to the side to hand the mic back to the crew member and you begin to make your rounds. You stop here and there, speaking to people you hardly know, thanking them for being here. The club was packed, making it hard to move around without stopping to talk every step you took. There were only a few people you really wanted to see right now. A smile is glued to your face, soaking in all the love in the room, with it only being partially forced. You can see Ashley across the crowd and you start making your way towards her. You donât make it far before there's a hand on your shoulder stopping you.Â
âHey baby.â A familiar voice comes from behind you causing your smile to drop as you turn around.Â
âPedroâŠwhat are you doing here?â You ask with a mix of shock and irritation in your voice.Â
âYou invited me, remember?â Heâs smiling as if he hadnât broken up with you in the cruelest way almost two months ago.Â
âI thought youâd be smart enough to take the breakup and me ignoring you as being uninvited.â You roll your eyes.Â
âDonât be like that baby.â Heâs smiling down at you with those stupid puppy dog eyes. He reaches down to grab your waist but you step back before he can.Â
âDonât touch me!â You say louder than anticipated but no oneâs paying attention to you over the loud music. âYou broke up with me, remember?â Youâre thoroughly pissed off.Â
âI know, baby and I regret it everyday. I want you back y/n. I need you backâŠâ Heâs reaching for you again, you step back again.Â
âI said donât touch me..â You donât yell this time. You need to get away from him. This was supposed to be your night and heâs ruining it. You go to turn around but youâre stopped by a very hard object.
âIs everything okay over here?â A gruff voice asks and you feel two hands grab either side of your arms. âAre you okay?â You look up to see Hugh looking down at you, concern in his eyes.Â
âHugh..â Your voice is weak and breathless.Â
âOh donât tell me you already moved on?â Pedro lets out, anger lining his words. âWhat is he, your boyfriend? I wasnât old enough for you y/n? You had to run and fuck my friend?â His voice grows louder and louder but miraculously no one seems to notice the commotion.Â
âHeâs not my boyfriendâŠâ You mumble, too embarrassed by the situation.Â
âWhatâs it to you? Huh? Why donât you mind your business and leave.â Hughâs voice matches Pedroâs energy effortlessly. He lets go of your arms and instead points an angry finger at Pedro.Â
âYou know what, I don't need this and I donât need you.â Pedro says looking into your eyes with a malicious stare. âGood luck with her, sheâs nothing but a good fuck and trouble.â Heâs walking away before either of you could answer. You felt Hugh go to move towards the directions Pedro went but you stop him by putting your hand on his chest.Â
âDonâtâŠâ You whisper and you werenât sure if he could hear you over the music. Tears were starting to pool at the bottom of your eyes, threatening to escape.Â
âAre you okay y/n?â Hugh asks and thatâs all it takes before you let out a soft sob. He puts his hand under your chin and is lifting your head. âLet's get you out of here, is that okay?â All you can do is nod. You grab his hand and walk towards the hallway that leads to the room you got ready in. You open the door and make your way to the couch that sits along the wall. Hugh follows behind, closing the door and takes a seat close to you but not too close. He doesnât say anything, what could he say?
âIâm sorry.â You let out, tears still falling. You pull your knees up, trying to hide the tears from Hugh, even if he already knew they were there.Â
âYou have nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart.â He cautiously places a hand on your back and rubs it in soft circles, soothing you. You untuck your head for a moment.Â
âYou shouldnât have had to deal with that.â You frown at him.Â
âWhat he did is not your fault. Okay?â You canât find the energy to answer him right away, not sure if you truly believe his words, but you nod anyway.Â
âI shouldnât have asked you to come.â Sadness fills your voice.
âWhat? Why not?â He asks confusingly.Â
âEveryone is going to think what Pedro thought, that youâre my boyfriend. We shouldnât be seen together. It wonât be good for you.âÂ
âHey, donât think like that sweetheart. Whatever we are is our business, nobody else's. I want to be seen with you, I'm here to support you. I donât care what people have to say. Iâm not him.â His hand stopped moving around your back, eyes filled with an emotion you canât quite place.Â
Iâm not him
You donât respond but you do feel better about the whole situation. You can hear the fourth song of your album playing and you get hit with another rush of sadness.Â
âI should probably go back out there, people will start to wonder where I am.â Your voice is barely above a whisper.Â
âLet's get you cleaned up. Stay right here.â Hugh stands up and grabs a tissue, wetting it slightly by pouring a few drops of water from a water bottle onto it. He walks over and bends down, sitting on his knees right in front of you. Even at this angle, his head is still resting above yours. Hugh grabs your chin lightly and begins to dab the tissue, wiping your tears away. You can feel the heat from the air leaving his nose hitting your face. Itâs comforting in a way.
âThere we go, good as new.â He says with a big smile. Your faces are inches away from each other and you wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull him in.Â
âThank you Hugh. For everything.â You return his smile, eyes locked onto his. You took a moment to appreciate his appearance. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a gray, almost silver button up, as if he tried to match with you.Â
âDonât mention it sweetheartâ He stands up and offers his hand to you. âNow letâs get the star of the show back out there, yea?âÂ
You grab his hand and smile. âDo I look okay?â You ask, afraid that your disheveled state might have ruined your hair or outfit somehow. You pull him towards a mirror to check your full appearance, a firm grip still on his hand. It engulfed yours beautifully.Â
âYou look gorgeous.â You can tell he means it by the look in his eyes and the small smile that sits on his face. You see a flicker of something in his eyes, you don't fully catch it, but before you can think it over, heâs leaning down to leave a soft kiss on the crown of your head.Â
âLetâs go.â He says pulling you out of the room and back into the sea of people, never letting go of your hand.
Thank you for reading!!
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These COD Y/n are not it!!
Iâm tired of the barrack bunny stuff or the over exaggerated breasts and butts figure. AND saying she is a lieutenant around early 20s. That doesnât make sense!!!
Girl- Gimme one y/n that makes people question about how old she is when she mentioned stuff she did in the 70s, 80s and 90s!!!
Mine [oc] is like that and have beef with Buses and electric cars.
I want Y/n to be like:
Y/n: Move your ass! What are you waiting around here for?! The bus!
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Y/n: *smokes* i havenât heard that song from Megadeth since they did an open performance for DioâŠ
Soap: how old are you again?
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Laswell: I remember you got me to go to that party. Left me alone and shit.
Y/n: Hey! That got you to open up and meet your wife. Iâm still bitter that you didnât bring me to the honeymoon.
Laswell: You didnât help.
Y/n: yes I did!
âââ
Gaz: Captain told me you got a tattoo.
Y/n: yeah *rolls up sleeve* here.
Gaz: not that one. You have another one.
Y/n: Iâm not telling you, Kid.
Nik: *passing by* Itâs a tramp stamp. That said Hugh Jackman.
Y/n: Bastard!!
Gaz: *wheezing*
âââ
Ghost: The Bus! Itâs going to ram into the crowd!
Y/n: I never trust those things!
Soap: What?!
Y/n: shoot the wheels!
Soap: What?!
Y/n: Did I ask for driver to pull over?!Shoot the wheels damn it!!
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Price: You would make a good captain.
Y/n: I wouldâve been a terrible one.
Price: I know. *Chuckles*
âââ
Y/n: I need to be taken out.
Gaz: like on a date?
Y/n: No by a sniper.
Ghost: Thatâs one way to a manâs heart.
âââ
Gaz: you got kids?
Y/n: Yep. 2 boys.
Soap: wouldnât mind looking after your wee lads if you croakâŠ
Y/n: theyâre in their 20s Soap. What do you mean croak? Iâm old not that old.
Gaz: How old are you-
Y/n: Focus on the mission.
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Y/n: Damn I canât read this⊠*pulls out reading glasses from her vest pouch*
Price: *struggles to keep a straight face*
THATS WHAT I WANT!
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