look at those hands damn

Instinct || Jack

Request: Number 27 for the dialogue prompts with the lovely and sweet Jack Maynard please!!!!!

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You and Jack had been broken up for only two months. You still weren’t sure what went wrong. Your strong, two year relationship ended so abruptly. One day you were coming over for a lazy day in, and the next thing you knew, you were sobbing in your car on the way home.

“Can you tell me what I did wrong? Please?” you sobbed out, not knowing what else to do.

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” Jack said, frustration evident in his voice. “I’m just, God I don’t know I’m just so overwhelmed right now. I just need to be alone again.”

“Why?” you almost shouted.

“I don’t know!” he yelled back. “I just have too much going on with YouTube and I’m not ready for this!”

“What, and you couldn’t have figured that out two years ago?” you said. “You’re telling me I’ve just wasted two years of my life on a boy who just now realized he’s not ready to be seriously committed?”

“You know what?” Jack huffed. “Yeah, I guess that is what I’m telling you.”

And now, two months later, you still felt empty. You had seriously imagined spending the rest of your life with Jack. You both talked about it from time to time and it felt like it was a solid plan in both of your minds. What had happened that made him change his mind?

You spent the weekend back home in Bristol, hoping that some time with your family would help relax. Of course, it didn’t, and you were still feeling a heavy weight in your chest on the drive home. You couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes away from London when your car made a horrible noise. The check engine light on your car starting flashing and, before you knew it, your car came to an abrupt halt on the side of the road. It was dark out now and you had close to no idea where you were. You got out of your car to open your hood and check your engine, but you couldn’t tell what was wrong. You were no car expert. “Hey sweetie!” some greasy looking man across the road yelled to you. “I can give you a lift! It won’t cost you a thing except a night at my house!”

“No, let me!” another man yelled. “She’s just the fine piece of ass I’ve been looking for.”

You quickly got in your car and locked the doors, feeling your whole body start to shake and tears to prick in your eyes. Before you knew it, full on sobs were escaping your body. You didn’t know what to do. You had no idea where you were and no way to get back to London. It was nearing 1:00 in the morning and you were instantly regretting not staying another night in Bristol rather than driving home in the dark.

Suddenly, almost instinctively, you had rung Jack. You were still crying and your head was feeling fuzzy. You didn’t realize how inappropriate it probably was for you to call him until he actually picked up the phone. “(Y/N)?” Jack answered. He sounded tired and confused. You wondered if you just woke him up or if he was just not in the mood to talk to you.

“I know I shouldn’t call you,” you said, your voice shaking. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“What’s going on?” he said, sounding a bit more alert than before.

“My car broke down,” you answered, trying to control your breathing. “There are these guys across the street and they keep looking at me and I’m scared and I don’t know what to do or-” You cut yourself off by crying again.

“Hey, I need you to relax okay?” Jack said gently. “Tell me where you are.”

“I don’t know!” you cried out. “I, I don’t know, Jack.”

“(Y/N), pull up your maps and tell me where you are.”

You had been in such a panic you didn’t even think to do the obvious and check your phone to see where you were stranded. When you did, you rattled off the location to Jack. “Are you in your car?” Jack asked, rustling heard on his end of the line.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice small.

“Alright, stay there, I’m coming to get you,” he said. “Don’t get out of your car, you understand me? Keep the doors locked and don’t get out of the car.”

“Okay,” you said.

“Promise me,” he said sternly. “Promise me you won’t get out of the car.”

“I promise.”

Less than a half hour later, a pair of headlights appeared behind your car. You looked in your rear-view mirror and saw that it was Jack. You got out of your car almost bashfully and walked up to Jack. He immediately pulled you into his arms and held you tightly to his chest. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Did they come up to you? Did they touch you?”

“I’m okay,” you said softly. “Look, Jack, I’m really sorry I called you.” You could feel the tears falling from your eyes again. “I crossed a line. I shouldn’t have called you. I just, it was like my instinct. I’m sorry-”

“Babe, look at me,” Jack said, holding your face in his hands. You could hardly look him in the eyes. Those damn blue eyes. You noticed the bags under them and the way they weren’t as bright as they usually were.

“You look different,” you said suddenly. “Are you okay?” Jack gave you a sad smile.

“I’m alright,” he said. “Just haven’t been sleeping too good.”

“And now I call you at the dead of night,” you sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he said. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

The ride back to your flat was eerily silent. Jack never turned on the radio and as badly as you wanted to, you knew that sometimes, Jack just enjoyed silence. So, you sat there sulking in your thoughts, focusing on not crying again. When Jack pulled up to your flat, you couldn’t get yourself to get out of the car. “Jack-”

“I’m sorry,” Jack said. You looked up at him immediately, confusion written across your face. “I’m sorry I left you. It was pathetic. I shouldn’t have done it. And, I miss you. I-” He stopped himself, letting out a big sigh. “I miss you so fucking much, (Y/N).”

You were shaking your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. “What are you doing?” you said quietly. “You don’t have any right to do this to me.”

“I need to tell you how I feel,” he said. “It’s been eating me up. Why do you think I haven’t been sleeping? It’s because I miss you. It’s because I need to hold you and I can’t.”

“Then why did you leave?” you yelled.

“Because I couldn’t do it!”

“Do what?”

“This!”

Jack reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Your hands flew up to your mouth in shock. He didn’t even open the box, just twiddled it in his hands. “I bought it but I was too scared to actually do it,” he said, his voice small, sounding defeated. “I tried day after day, week after week, to find the perfect moment to ask you, but I chickened out every fucking time. So I ran away, because I thought if I didn’t have the balls to propose to you, what else could I do?” Tears were still falling from your eyes and you were getting a headache from all the information being thrown at you. “I know I can’t propose and pretend like everything is fine now,” he said quietly. “But I’m begging you to take me back so we can get to that point again. And I won’t chicken out then. If you give me another chance, I promise you that I will ask you to be my wife. Please, (Y/N).”

You stared at Jack, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. Logically, you knew you shouldn’t forgive him or take him back. He hurt you so badly. But deep down, you knew Jack. You knew that he was just a little scared and that he needed to leave to realize he had to tough it up and face his emotions. You loved him too much to stay away and cause either of you to keep suffering. You reached out and laid a hand on his cheek, making him close his eyes and lean into your touch. “You are the love of my life,” you said quietly. “But you can’t keep running when you feel too much.”

“I know,” he said. “I’m not gonna run again. I promise.”

Not being able to help yourself, you leaned in and pressed your lips against Jack’s. He eagerly kissed you back, keeping the kiss gentle and loving. Maybe, you thought, there was a reason your car broke down that night. Maybe there was a reason your instinct was to call him. Maybe, just maybe, this was why.

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Wes Bentley as Peter Hood in Gone (2012)

@missmoonchilde, if you’re there.

Yes, Ma’am  (Steve Rogers x reader)

Request:  Hello!! I was wondering if you could write a Steve imagine where the reader is trying to run away(literally haha) from her ex that just won’t let her go and she bumps into Steve, so she just grabs his hand and tells him to keep quiet and play along as her ex arrived and see them

Hope you enjoy, love!


“Andrew, I’ve told you this so many times, and I really don’t know any other way to say it that you will understand.  We. Are.  Over.  We aren’t going to be friends, I’m not your booty call; I’m your nothing.  You are my nothing.”  You were becoming more and more frustrated as your now ex-boyfriend stared at you, crying and begging you to forgive him of his latest transgression. His dejected expression left you with a small pang of regret, but not enough to change your mind. “I’m leaving now, Andrew.  Don’t follow me again.  Stay here, maybe have lunch, clear your head, and forget about me.”

It was really getting embarrassing, him following you so much.  Today, you had ducked into a small café just to get the scene off the sidewalk and out of public display.  If he wanted to work on winning you back, acting like a petulant child was not the way to do it.  You had only been together for six months, and it was a shock to you that he would be having this reaction.  You certainly weren’t happy, so what did he think he was fighting for?  

As you rounded the corner past the café, you heard his voice again.  “(Y/N), come on!  Why can’t we work this out?”

Your pace quickened, ducking around the next corner, not even caring which way you were going.  As you turned you looked back to see if he was watching, paying no attention to the man who was directly in front of you. You turned to him just as you crashed together, his arms quickly reaching out to grab you and keep you upright.

“Oh, shit!  I’m sorry!”  You looked up to see a very handsome, very well-built man, now looking at you with concern and confusion.  “I wasn’t watching where I was going…I…uh,” you stammered, entranced by his soft blue eyes, now at a complete loss for words.  “Um, I mean…I was just trying…to…to get away…from…”

“(Y/N), really? You’re hiding from me now?”  

“Are you in trouble? Is someone following you?”  He moved to step in front of you, but you grabbed his hand and pulled him forward, hatching what just might be the perfect plan.

“Just play along, ok?”

His eyes were wide as you pulled him back around the corner, stumbling onto the sidewalk.  “Y-Yes, ma’am.”

Putting on your most confident walk, you flipped your hair back and squeezed the man’s hand tightly. He easily towered over you by at least a foot, but you’d never felt taller as you prepared to confront your whiney ex-boyfriend for hopefully the last time.

You had now met up with Andrew on the sidewalk, his expression confused and growing a bit angry.  He looked from you to this new man and back again. He was sizing him up, you could tell. You stifled a laugh, knowing he was no match for your new captive companion.  Giving him a brief smile, you casually moved to walk past him, but he stood in your path.

“Excuse us, Andrew.”

“What the hell is this?!” his hands frantically pointing back and forth between the two of you. “When the hell did you meet Captain America?! And why is he holding your hand?!”

Your stomach dropped and you began to feel your face heating up, attempting to not change your expression to one of complete humiliation.  Oh god, of all the guys in New York, I had to grab Captain freaking America?  

“Hello, I’m Steve. Andrew, is it?”  Steve held out his hand, trying his best to be polite. “I’ve heard so much about you,” Steve took a step forward, now toe-to-toe with your ex, holding the handshake firmly.  You could see Andrew’s fingers beginning to turn white from the pressure.  “and I didn’t like any of it.  I think you should leave the lady alone now.”

“Oh, you think so do you?” You closed your eyes as your dumber-than-you-thought ex boyfriend spoke.  “You wanna know what I think?”  He reached out to pull you towards him, grabbing your arm with the hand he still had free.

That was a really, really bad idea.

The sound of crushing bones is one you will never forget, along with the high-pitched scream and sound of Andrew’s pleas as Steve held him to the ground, his arm twisted awkwardly behind him.  “Now, Andrew, you are going to leave the lady alone.” It wasn’t a question; it was a direct order.  Steve’s voice was calm, controlled, and extremely sexy.  You felt awkward at your attraction to him, in front of the violent scene playing out.

“I will, I will!  I swear!  Just let me go!”

Steve released him, still standing over the small, shaking man.  “ I suggest you apologize to (Y/N).”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” He was panting now, holding his injured hand to his chest.  “I won’t bother you again.”  He slowly stood and cowered as he walked away, never looking back to you.

You squeezed your eyes together, embarrassed now at what Steve had done for you.  “I’m sorry.  Oh, I’m so sorry.  I had no idea who you were.”  You had just realized that you were still holding his hand.  You released it quickly, as if it were burning your skin. “Steve…um… Captain…um…”

“Steve, please.”  He reached down and took your hand again. For such a powerful man with such strong hands, his skin was soft and warm, and your hand fit perfectly within it. “The way you took control back there, I believe you could easily out-rank me, given the chance.”

You took a moment to look at your hands together, then up to his face with those damn beautiful eyes, trying to gather your confidence.  “Well, in that case, mister,  you’re taking me out for a cup of coffee.”  His eyes brightened, if that were even possible, his face alight with the excitement of a kid at Christmas.

“Yes, ma’am.”  

The Mystery of Jonathan’s Painted Nails

Did you ever notice that his great grandma’s nails are painted black? This occurs in several other panels, but I’m only showing two here.

As an adult, Jonathan has painted his nails black as well….coincidence?

I don’t think so.

While I don’t think there’s any emotional reasoning behind the choice, I do believe that he stole the polish from her. Perhaps it’s leftover from teen angst, or maybe the aesthetic of black polish just fit with his new costume and lifestyle.

Whatever the reason, that small touch makes those hands look damn fine~

(because of the layout, tumblr scaled these down. Just ask if you want the full resolution uncropped panels)

anonymous asked:

caulscott thing in alt universe where nathan meets max and is like "OH MAN SHES SO CUTE AND COOL I WANT HER IN MY CLUB" and makes vic propose it to the others bc he doesnt want 2 seem smitten

oka Y i spent like two days straight writing this ngl. i also somewhat got v e r y lazy towards the end, but i hope that you still enjoy this sin i have created???

(shoutout to epitome-of-bad-puns for helping me proofread at 5 in the morning ily)

also titles???? whatre those lmao


Fandom: Life is Strange

Pairing: Caulscott (Max Caulfield/Nathan Prescott)

Rating: T????? idk they use some explicit language im just bein safe ok

Words: 1,800+

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Speak Now is the third studio album by American country singer-songwriter Taylor Swift. It was released on October 25, 2010, by Big Machine Records.

“Happy Valentines Day, Kitten.”

A/N: You better fucking like this because it took me all fucking night to write this. My fucking back hurts! It got fucking deleted so I had to write it all over again and it better not be for nothing. Besides that, I love you guys.

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Content: Mature, Sexual Content, Explicit Language

Requested: No

Words: I don’t know….

Note: Happy MotherFuckin’ Valentines Day!!!

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I was woken up by a wet kiss from the love of my life, Justin Bieber.

“Do you know what day it is?” Justin asked me with a big ass smile.

I closed my eyes and stretched my arms as if it were a response.”Valentines Day.”

“Yeah, so get up!” He yelled in excitement. He got up from his laying position on the bed, and started jumping up and down.”Come on Y/N! Get! Up!” Justin yelled, still jumping.

“I don’t want to get up. Why don’t we just stay in bed and cuddle?” I replied, turning over trying to  ignore him. Of coarse that didn’t work. He stopped jumping, got off the bed and walked over to my side.

“I’m giving you one last chance, get the hell u. It’s Valentines Day.” Justin looked dead at me, in the face.

“No I’m good, fam. Just let me be.” I replied closing my eyes to drift back into my smooth slumber. A couple seconds later I felt hands wrap around my waist, and I was thrown over Justin’s shoulder. I saw us Justin walk down the stairs, me over his shoulder.

“Put me down, Justin!” I yelled in his ear. I was instantly put back down, I regained my balance. I looked around the room in awe.

“Justin! Oh my gosh! This is beautiful!” I said running up to one of thousands of vases of roses in the kitchen.

“Ay. It was no problem. Anything for you, Kitten.” Justin replied. I instantly blush at the pet name. “Hey! But that’s not all!” Justin yelled, running to my yoga studio. I was confused.I followed him and as soon as he opened the door, my jaw dropped to the floor. Millions of bags covered the floor. Gucci, Hollister, Louboutin, Jared, Yeezy, Nike, just any brand, or anything you could think of, was in that room.

“Oh my Jesus, Justin! Why did you get so much?!” I yelled running into the yoga studio.

“I don’t know. I got a lot because I want to show you how much I love you, but even this can’t explain how much more I love you.” Justin said, hands i his pockets, looking at me with those damn puppy eyes. Why the eyes!?!?!

“Awe, Justin. You don’t have to buy me things to tell me how much you love me. Just ‘I love you.’ will do.” I replied giving him a wet kiss, and a big hug.

“Well, I want to.” Justin said, blushing.

“Well, okay. I’m not gonna stop you.” I said with my hands above my head, backing up into the yoga room. Justin chuckled at my sassy attitude.

“Hey want to head to lunch?” Justin asked me, with a smile. “Part one of our. You’re gonna have so much fun today kitten.”

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Heyyo! I’m sorry. Part 2 will come sometime today, but I promised you an imagine, but I didn’t have enough time to finish it so I’ll just make a part two. LEAVE A LIKE. Love you!