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CHRIS EVANS as JIMMY DOBYNE
The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond (2008) | dir. Jodie Markell
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CHRIS EVANS AS JIMMY DOBYNE
THE LOSS OF A TEARDROP DIAMOND (2008)
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Chapter 1: I Don’t Curtsy
From: The Banes of the Ball Series
Pairing: Jimmy Dobyne x Heiress! Reader
Summary: You don’t enjoy attending debutante balls, but it’s all about keeping up appearances. Doing so is much easier when you’re not the one who has secrets that can ruin a reputation. You just happen to know them all…
Word count: 1,346
Content/warnings: Me knowing next to NOTHING about the southern debutante season and frankly being a little disgusted by the concept, Jimmy trying to be intimidating, mentions of societal expectations, reader holds many secrets, allusion to drinking (reader lowkey has alc in her cup, but I didn’t say it)
Author’s Note: After much discussion with @sweater-daddiesdumbdork this series is my attempt at remaking the ending of The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond. I was really unsatisfied with Jimmy’s character arc, so this is the start of his realizations of wrongdoing and redemption. I’ll do my best to set the stage for those who have not watched.
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Jimmy looked around at the ornate ballroom. Pillars, chandeliers, and all. This type of scene was still much fancier than what he was used to, and he was more than ready to be done with pretending to partake in the life of luxury, but Fisher, the woman whom he was still escorting to the events of this debutante season, insisted they act as though all is well.
Fisher had received one more invitation following the debacle at the Halloween party several weeks ago, from you. She hadn���t expected anyone to acknowledge her existence anymore, given the scene that was caused over her lost earring, dishonesty, and inability to fit in. However, if anything, the scene had caught your eye, as many things tended to.
You and Fisher had grown up together, spending several years in school making jokes few others had the ability to understand. You hadn’t seen her since she had gone off to college and you had gone—well, elsewhere…for awhile.
Fisher was taken aback when she received the mail. She believed your invitation to have come out of pity, but it was anything but. To be honest, the sight of her little scene at Halloween had just brought back your fond memories. It seemed like she needed support…and maybe a friend. Either way, she would have thought herself to be a fool to not take the opportunity to raise her status once again by showing someone with such a respected reputation requested her presence.
Since returning home, your hadn’t had much say in your debut as an eligible bachelorette. Your mother and aunts had coordinated everything, from your dresses, to your appearances, to the ball hosted at your family’s manor. Your reputation was high, and according to your family, important to upkeep. The politics of these events bothered you, though. So much effort put in just to have so little say in the rest of your life once you were married off. It was a daunting truth for many women of this age.
Therefore, you were going to take every small step of defiance you could, starting with Fisher’s invitation to the ball. It killed two birds with one stone: helping her reclaim her reputation and upsetting your family with the surprise, knowing they couldn’t show their disgruntled feelings at the event for fear of improperly ‘upkeeping’ their status.
Of course, Fisher accepting your invite meant she’d bring an escort along, likely Jimmy Dobyne; someone who you already knew more about than he’d like.
You sipped your punch in a secluded corner of the grand ballroom of your family’s ancestral home, careful to keep from staining your obnoxiously ornate white dress. You surveyed the room, your escort long gone, out dancing with the girls he truly coveted. He was a cousin’s friend, doing your aunts a favor by attending these events by your side. Neither of you harbored interest for the other, though, making it easy for you to slip away and for him to schmooze as he pleased.
You’d always preferred to observe, anyway. You had developed a skill set of learning to find higher ground which allowed you to see events without drawing attention to yourself. This prompted you to learn a lot of information at several events. From your dark recesses of rooms, you’d seen it all: business dealings, less-than-savory behavior, and every secret under the sun.
This all was a product of being the only heir to your family. You had learned from a young age that if you could effectively blend into the background, that would mitigate any questioning you were prone to face. You only had to make yourself seen every so often. And sure, you still had to wear dresses to appease the aunts, but at least no one bothered you in your solace, until you were found.
Somewhere behind an exotic plant in the corner of a rarely-used staircase, you were surprised when a tall, black tuxedo crowded your view. Broad shoulders turned around and your eyes met those of Jimmy Dobyne.
You stepped out from your hiding place, knowing you would have to strike up conversation, and not wanting to expose your spot by making it look like Jimmy was talking to a plant instead of a person.
“Well good evening, James. It’s wonderful to see you here, does this mean Fisher is in attendance, as well?”
You leaned against the wall as Jimmy moved to do the same next to you, speaking to the side.
“Good evening. A nice ball your family has thrown. Yes, she’s downstairs making the rounds.”
You nodded, taking another sip of punch.
“Oh, thank you. They truly have an eye for grand things. A shame Fishy didn’t find me up here with you. I always liked her.”
Jimmy nodded. “She and I have our own interests at these types of events. I consider some of these people my friends. I am not sure if Fisher can say the same. She was surprised to see your invitation. We both were.”
“Well, yes, it’s been a long while since we’ve spoken. I do hope she’s enjoying herself.”
Jimmy let out a slight chuckle. “I hope so, as well. Why are you not out dancing? This is your family’s ball.”
It was your turn to laugh back, but it came out as more of a scoff. “I don’t enjoy playing into the traditions if I can help it. I don’t curtsy. It’s bad enough I’ve been taken away from other comforts and squeezed into this ridiculous dress. No need for another discomfort. I would be fighting against the rules just like Fisher if I didn’t believe my compliance would ultimately lead to freedom.”
Jimmy looked at you thoughtfully. “I’m not sure is Fisher is much better off. Many don’t like her and she isn’t on an easy road.”
You hummed in acknowledgment, taking in what you already knew. “It’s a shame, really. I truly do admire dear Fishy. If you ask me, she’s the only one who’s really sane at these events. Pointing out the flaws in behavior. Challenging her own father over his poor decisions.”
You trailed off before looking over and up into Jimmy’s eyes, locking in before you continued, speaking with a certain steel coldness in your voice. “She doesn’t deserve the mistreatment she faces. Especially from those she considers closest to her.”
Jimmy’s demeanor grew harder, his shoulders pulling forward in a near-attempt of intimidation. You wouldn’t waver, though. You’ve fought off worse than a single farm boy, enlisted to be a proper, well-behaved escort. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”
Your lips morphed into a tight smile as your tilted your head to the side. “Oh calm down, James. Here, have a drink. It’ll settle your anger.”
You pushed your cup towards him before retracting quickly. A patronizing tone laced your voice. “Or is that what has you acting with such little decorum?”
Jimmy huffed and looked at you with a gaze that was meant to be even more piercing. “Now, what is that supposed to mean?”
You shrugged, looking off into the distance to be sure no one was paying the two of you any attention. “James. Do calm down. I don’t enjoy attending these events any more than you, and the last thing I need is for you to draw an unwanted gaze our way. My hideaway has already been discovered by one person, lest others see. You and I both do not want to be here, so let’s not make our presence emphasized. Understood?”
His nostrils flared as he threw his back against the wall once again, biting the corner of his bottom lip to hold his tongue.
“These moments of refuge in hidden places are sacred to me. They keep me out of the societal eye that I do despise, as well as let me see everything.”
You stood on your toes and leaned towards Jimmy’s ear, whispering. “And I do see everything.”
Jimmy’s face dropped in shock, but you didn’t see, having already started walking away up the staircase.
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Bonus A/N: whew, here we go, folks. Someone tell me to stop starting new series lol
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Ignore the accent…that is not how we sound in the south. But man…I forget how he is unnecessarily sexy in this movie.
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Common Education Drabble
Jimmy Dobyne x Professor!Reader (see series)
(Jimmy is 24, Reader is 27-28)
Summary: Kissing in the Rain.
Let's face it. I am just in the mood to read all the kisses and then I thought of this outfit and...yeah. So here ya go. (Clothing described in a slightly modernized way, FYI, it's not exact.) WC 522
Fat, heavy rain pummels the concrete and asphalt outside the bakery. You knew the storm would not abate soon, but you two apparently chose the wrong moment to bolt. You only make it to a tiny alley with a small strip of awning for some random back door. The dry patch is so small that even nearly chest to chest, Jimmy’s head gets soaked by the runoff of the canvas above him.
“It’s fine. I’ll just get wet,” he says with a smirk, one eye shut to avoid several small rivers cascading over his hat’s brim.
He’s wearing suspenders over an old and stained henley, his cap covering bedhead, you’re sure. The boy really has no impression of fashion—man, you remind yourself. Jimmy Dobyne is 100% man, especially with his biceps and forearms set to burst that poor, white shirt. Even the stains scream ‘working man,’ and you are staring as that fabric turns translucent across his shoulders.
“I’m already wet anyway,” you blurt, airy, without thought, gaze locked on his. Your heavy breathing brushes you against him over and over.
He shakes his head gently, knocking a fair amount of cool rain directly down the front of your blouse, and you gasp.
“Can’t just…say shit like that, ma’am.”
It’s proper, yes, but also taunting when he slips casual curses in. It’s like Jimmy’s subtle way of reminding you he is your equal, barely younger, wiser than you in as many ways as you are wiser than him. He’s towering and protective with a musk of danger and painstaking care. His stance is guarded, controlled, and completely feral.
What really breaks you, though, is when he tilts back up to eye you from beneath those long, long lashes.
“You’re too beautiful.” There’s a hint of white as he bites his bottom lip. “Don’t want you to wash away.”
Fuck it.
You lace your arms around his neck, fingers deep in his dripping hair, and pull him to you.
He’s quick to respond, rushing to latch on and hold you. His broad hands frame your sides, sliding up your ribs until he can push you higher up the wall, pining you at the perfect level.
The man is strong.
His thumbs stay gently caressing the swell of your breasts through your damp shirt. His knee slots between your legs, hiking your skirt up. The rain angles in the wind to splatter over your bare shins, and your heel slips completely out of one shoe.
It’s magical.
“So beautiful,” Jimmy moans against your mouth, his body thrusting you harder against the steel door to shake it ever so slightly on its hinges. His hands abandon your breasts to cage your face, forcing your own arms to fall and pathetically grasp at his meaty sides.
He pulls back—just his lips—for a split second as his bright blue eyes roam your lust-filled features. When his gaze lands back on your parted and panting mouth, he whispers, “shouldn’t want you so bad.”
He doesn’t let your answering whine kiss the open air. That’s wonderful though because he wants you. You’re Jimmy’s girl now.
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A/N: ugh, i have far, far too much to do. gotta make a graphic for this series. gotta map out the whole story. need to keep stop imagining these plot-free moments of hng. it's fine. I'm fine. it'll be fine...
or...
OR...y'all could just send me more thots and we shall all 'suffer' together...could work...just saying...
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Fics with a ❤️🔥 contain smut and are 18+. MINORS DNI!
I do not have a schedule please don’t ask when updates will be!
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What Chris and his characters would do on valentines day
How would Chris and Co react you bringing home a stray
How would Chris and Co act when you’re on your period
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Keeping you warm this Christmas - Johnny Storm x Reader
Some Cruel Joke - Johnny Storm x Reader
Snow on the Beach - Johnny Storm x Reader
Magical Mystery Christmassy Tour - Nick Vaughan x Reader
Hallmark Movie - Guy x Reader (Playing it cool)
Oh My My My - Jimmy Dobyne x Reader
My Beautiful Flower - Jimmy Dobyne x Reader
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Envy - Lloyd Hansen x Reader
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Couldn’t sleep last night, so spent it with Jimmy Dobyne.
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Chris Evans as Jimmy Dobyne in The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond
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𝑎𝑟𝑖 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛
𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑒𝑟
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𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑒
𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡
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𝑏𝑟𝑦𝑐𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑦
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49. NIGHTFALL - surprise me
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Have a soft sweetheart Jimmy moment! Thanks Babes.
49- Nightfall
The truck's hood was still warm under you as you leaned across it, Jimmy stretched out next to you, staring up at the quickly approaching night sky while he puffed on the hand-rolled smoke perched between two large calloused fingers, a familiar scent of dried tobacco exhaling above you.
It was a comforting moment, one you had grown accustomed to after the long drawn-out summer days you spent at the main house. Whenever Jimmy offered it, you took it, blowing smoke rings to dissipate. "Can't stay out too late tonight." You heard him sigh from next to you, glancing over at him as he still stared up, his eyes darting from one star to another as they crept out of hiding. "Gotta get that field cut before it goes all to seed. Pa can't do it."
You remained quiet, flicking the ashes off the end before handing it back to Jimmy. He was still dirt and sweat streaked from today, the collar of his white undershirt darkened and would need to be scrubbed out to get any of that white color back. His suspenders he let hang loose around his waist, his overshirt all unbuttoned to let any cooling breeze relieve him.
His profile was starting to fade in the coming darkness, but you still could appreciate it for a few more moments. His dark hair was a bit wild, in desperate need of a trim which you would do as soon as the man slowed down and would let you take some scissors to him. Jimmy still had that youngish look to him, the world hadn't quite beaten him down yet, you genuinely hoped it wouldn't.
It was almost funny how life was so different now for you two and yet still the same.
You smiled to yourself as you turned back to look up at the almost dark sky, any bit of light was quickly racing away with the sun. Crickets and peepers echoed around the two of you. "Just a few more minutes Jimmy." You whispered as you shifted closer to him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. "Then you can take me home."
"One of these days, we are gonna have us a cute little place all to ourselves." He huffed out, drawing his hand along your side and resting it almost possessively against your hip.
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CHRIS EVANS AS JIMMY DOBYNE
THE LOSS OF A TEARDROP DIAMOND (2008)
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Once this week is over, I’m gonna have way more time to write!!! I’m v. excited but have started so many things, idk what to deal with first. Are you itching to see what happens next for any series in particular? Descriptions here on my Masterlist.
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Can we have a thread of chris smoking cigarettes in movies? 😳
Why is him smoking hot???
Listen kids, don’t be like Mike Weiss!! Also, Ari smokes a lot.
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Oh man, this accent is really hard to replicate in writing...
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