#( garrett hedlund )

[connorwyndham]

TRON: LEGACY (2010) directed by Joseph Kosinski.

[nyxvuxoa]

Garrett Hedlund as Mike Burden Burden, 2018 | dir. Andrew Heckler

[felix24601]

Triple Frontier 2 UPDATE: script was finished, never got “polished”

so I had the chance to meet attend a Q and A with Garrett Hedlund and he’s lovely!

I asked about TF2 and this is how the convo went-

I said I was introduced to his works through the three films he did with Oscar Isaac. Garrett interjected and asked if I was a pretty big fan of Oscar, I said “huge” and he said “Oscar’s a good person to be a fan of”

I said Triple Frontier means a lot to some very queer people online and he smiled

I said I knew a few years ago Charlie Hunnam said he had and idea for TF2 and I asked if he knew if it had gone anywhere or was still potential to happen.

I joked “might be kinda hard to get Pedro Pascal now” but Garrett said not to count him out and seemed to think he’d do it

he said there was a full script, but that it had never gotten “polished” enough and said he hasn’t heard anything else.

Garrett did say that he had a great time filming, said him and Charlie had been “best buds” for 15 years by that point and that it was his third movie with Oscar and so getting to do the movie with friend was great

he also said “if Charlie does make that m movie, his baby brothers gonna be there”

he was super thoughtful in his answer and answering everyone’s questions I love him 🙏🏻

plz rb to spread word

[doomednarrative]

USER: SAM FLYNN

[eightynineforever]

TRON: LEGACY || SAM FLYNN

[musings-of-a-rose]

girly I need you to listen- you and benny have been seeing each other for about 2ish months. he called you one night before bed and asked what you were doing saturday afternoon and you told him that you need an oil change. you and ben go back and forth because he’s saying he can fix it but you think it’s too much then he says “darlin’ let me do this for you. i have a garage and tools to do it” then you FINALLY crack and let him help. you spend the whole saturday just watching him work on your car🤭(he also did a full inspection of your car bc that’s just benny) i need benny brain rot😭😭

Mechanic Miller

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 800ish

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

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"What are you up to this weekend?" Benny asks me through the phone as I finish brushing my teeth.

I put my toothbrush back in the cabinet. "I have to get an oil change before I come over, but then I'm all yours."

"Why didn't you tell me? I can do that for you."

I sit on my bed. "It's ok. I didn't want to bother you with it."

"You don't ever bother me."

I chuckle. "Good to know, but still. It's boring stuff."

"It's not boring when I'm with you."

"Benny, really, it's ok. I'll just get the oil change then pop over."

Benny takes in a breath and slowly lets it out. "Sweetheart, let me do this for you. I have a garage and the tools to do it."

"Hhhmm. What will it cost me?"

There was a short pause. "Time with me?"

"That's it?"

"…I also want to see your tits."

"There it is," I chuckle.

Saturday morning, I show up at his house, surprised when Benny meets me out front, garage already opened, a black tank top and jeans with that fucking backwards baseball hat that I know he wears only to heat me up. He waves me into the garage, putting a hand up when I've pulled up the appropriate amount of space. I open the door and get out, Benny coming up and pulling me to him with one arm, pressing a quick kiss to my lips while holding some tool with his other.

"Hey, sweetheart."

I smile up at him, his eyes bright and so very blue. "Hey, baby."

"So," he steps back and I hand him the keys, trading places with him as he leans down to pop the trunk. "I'm going to give you the Benny special."

I smirk. "I thought that would come tonight?"

His eyes darken slightly. "Oh it will. But I meant for the car. I'm doing the oil but also a whole tune up and check."

"Benny, you don't have to-"

"I want to. Gotta make sure my girl is safe."

Fuck, he's so hot in protector mode. I nod. "Yes, sir."

Benny stumbles slightly as he stands up. "Save the sir for later, sweetheart."

He had set me up a little space to sit on an old lawn chair, a crate pulled up beside it with a piece of wood over it so whatever I set on it didn't fall through the gaps. I sat down and pulled out my book as he turned on some music, opening the hood and propping it open.

I never did pull out my book.

Instead, I watch him while he works. His muscles tightening and moving as he works, sliding under the car to let the oil out. Reemerging with sweat glistening on his forehead. I leave only once to make some lemonade in his house,nearly dropping the pitcher when I come out to him reaching behind his head and pulling his shirt off, sweat glistening on his torso. I let my eyes roam down his body and when they make it make to his face, I see his smirk as he stalks over to me. He stops a couple steps in front of me, watching me as I attempt to remember any words.

"This for me, sweetheart?" he gestures to the glass in my hand.

"Huh? Oh. Uh, yeah." I hand him the glass and he brushes his fingers over mine, tipping his head back slightly as he takes a drink, his throat bobbing with each swallow.

I may have forgotten how to breathe.

He chugs the whole thing and hands the glass back to me, his eyes not leaving mine. "That was delicious. Thanks." He winks, the asshole, and turns around, heading back to the car, and slightly leaning over to push his ass out in my direction, his jeans hugging him perfectly.

I somehow manage to refrain from smacking it.

What seems like an enternity later, he closes the hood, wiping his hands on a spare rag.

"She looks good. All tuned up and ready to g-" he turns to me and stops, his eyes darkening as he takes in my bare chest, my shirt already lifted up to flash him.

"What?" I say in the most innoccent voice I can muster. "I do believe I owed you some titties."

He grins wide. "Yeah you fuckin' do."

In one fast motion, he scoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder, my screech turning into laughter as he carries me into his house and shows me exactly what the Benny special includes.

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[snowluvvie]

MDNI 18+.

WARNINGS. reader is heavily intoxicated

Jack harbors a secret soft spot for you, you know because he always lets you crash in his bed when you’re belligerently wasted after parties and he doesn’t even complain when you drool on his pillow. This particular night, though, you’re drunk and pissed off. You got cut off at the bar, you tripped and scraped your knee on the sidewalk walking home, and all Jack said was “c’mon, pep up” when he was scooping your teary self off the ground. He band-aided you, but he wasn’t paying much attention to your bad mood. You wanted him, though, you always did, you drifted off to sleep every time this happened with your thighs pressed together as you fought to control how bad you wanted him while you were enveloped by the smell of his sheets. He always slept on the floor, even though almost every time you’d slurred through trying to convince him to just sleep on the bed with you.

Tonight, you weren’t having that. You were shoving against his chest with both hands, steering him towards the mattress, but he wasn’t budging. Sure, you were certainly moving towards the bed, but that’s cause Jack was putting you there—not cause you were pushing him. He was only halfway paying attention as he deposited you on the bed and told you to go to sleep, you’ll feel better in the morning. Your fingers fumbled at his belt, tugging at the front of his jeans and his belt loops and the waistband of his boxers peeking out, anything you could get your hands on. Jack was grabbing both your wrists in one of his hands, holding your grasp away from him and suppressing a grin at your shameless play. The argument you got into was one-sided, you were barely able to get out “just let me—I wanna—please—” slurring your words and pouting, while he easily ducked you and dismissed you with, “you’re wasted. just behave and go to sleep.”

Eventually he was slightly persuaded by the tears that pooled in your eyes, the droplets that fell down your face, your pathetic little sniffle as you cried and gritted your teeth in frustration that your already fucking terrible night was ending with you not getting what you wanted for the ten thousandth time. Jack pressed his thumb to your lips and you opened for him, hiccuping slightly as you took it as far into your mouth as you could. He shoved his thumb against your tongue and down the back of your throat, telling you “wider. mhm, wider.” Watching you with a pitying smile as you took it gratefully and your shoulders shuddered with a gag. He shook his head a little bit and pulled his finger out, making you chase after it with your lips and give another desperate cry.

“You want my cock in your mouth s’bad and you can’t even take my thumb. You’re out of your depth here. Go to sleep.”

You grabbed the one single beaten-down pillow he had on his bed and flung it at him, hard. He ducked and caught it with a loud, shocked laugh, before he threw it back at you. You weren’t laughing, his mocking making you dissolve into heavier sobs of anger as you buried your face in your hands, flinging muffled cuss words at him—not that the insults made sense, it was just whatever you could think of. He reached out to give you an awkward, sympathetic pat and you smacked his hand (still shiny with your spit) as hard as you could. He let out another deep, baritone laugh, which only made your drunken angry-sobbing intensify.

As you let out what could only be described as a shriek, and Jack realized you were practically inconsolable, he murmured a quiet “hey, c’mon.” And you heard the telltale clink of his belt being undone, his giant hands making quick work of undoing it and freeing himself from his boxers.

You’d never seen his cock before, and the sheer sight of it made you shut the fuck up fast, another hiccup making your shoulders jump as you took it in with wide eyes. He fed it to you inch by inch, you were no longer able to shout and sob in frustration, only gag and give half-attempts at muffled whimpers. He palmed the back of your head as he slid it all the way down your throat, gathering some of your hair into a ponytail at the back of your neck, and you heard him give a breathy laugh as you kept gagging violently.

“Told you it’d be too much. Y’better now?”

You couldn’t nod, but the way you’d stopped crying in favor of suffocating yourself on his dick told him everything he needed to know. Jack harbors a secret soft spot for you, all the way up to stuffing your mouth full of his cock and cumming down your throat to make you happy! He couldn’t let you have a temper tantrum, it’d wake people up. Besides, it turns out sucking him off puts you straight to sleep, drifting off peacefully.

He still sleeps on the floor afterwards. He’s not an animal.

[one-celestial-being]

Jack Mercer 🎸 Four Brothers (2005)