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lacontroller1991 · 1 month

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Come Back To You (Danny Walker x F!Reader)

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Summary: Danny lives, but now he has to make some choices.

Warnings: 18+ Near Character Death, Language, Period Accurate Diction, Semi-Graphic description of injuries, Evelyn isn't pregnant but still has her heart set on Rafe and Danny and Danny has his heart set on her and reader

Author's Note: I had to guys, I just had to and I'm honestly thinking about doing a whole ass multi chapter story revolving around the movie. It's an itch in my brain and it's not getting out. Again... Darn you Josh Hartnett

Word Count: 1.9k

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The sun is bright in the blue sky by the time the plane lands on the asphalt and comes to a stop. You feel your breath hitch in your throat as your heart pounds. It’s been months since you’ve seen Danny and you feel like you haven’t been able to breathe normally since. Evelyn moves from beside you, nails shortened by her nervous biting. What’s going to happen now that Rafe and Danny are back? If they are back? Did Danny change his mind after he’s been away and wants Evelyn or is he still keeping his word and coming back to you?

“I feel like I’m going to faint,” her words are hushed as she tries to poke her head through the crowd of people and you try not to make a snarky comment. You and her were best friends, practically sisters, but she had broken your trust in a way you never thought she would. Since then, your relationship with the nurse has never been the same.

“Don’t be dramatic.” Despite your harsh words and harsh exterior, inside you are panicking. What if he died? Then what? What if he chooses her?

“I love him, you know? I love both of them so much.” If there was one thing you loved about Evelyn it’s that she’s a romantic like you, but not as much when she’s talking about the person who you’ve dreamt about for months on end.

“I love him too. More than you can know.” You grab her hand and lead her through the group of people toward the front as the door to the plane drops open. Doolittle comes out first and you watch as his wife rushes towards him, gripping onto him as others slowly start to trickle out. Most you’ve met before, Gooz, Red, Earl, Rafe. Rafe. At the sight of him, Evelyn bolts forward, running straight into his arms and your heart beats a little faster. Maybe it’s the sun beating down on you or maybe it’s the fact that you have yet to see his face, but you feel sick to your stomach.

Slowly walking towards the plane, you wait in high hopes as the remaining men come out, but still no Danny. Your heart sinks. Oh Danny, you stupid boy. Tears begin to swell in your eyes as your brain jumps to the worst possible situation. Evelyn takes note too, her hand reaching up to her mouth to hold back sobs, gaining Rafe’s attention. Noticing that Danny is nowhere to be seen, Rafe gently removes Evelyn from his arms and makes his way back to the plane. “Danny get your ass out here.”

“Boy s-s-sure knows how to make an entrance,” Red mutters, walking towards the group of people with a solemn look on his face, wishing Betty was amongst the crowd.

A boot steps onto the stairs from the shadow and into the light, causing your heart to drop for the second time. “Danny,” you whisper softly, wiping the tears from your eyes as you rush past the group and up the stairs of the plane, grabbing onto him and pushing him back into the shadow causing him to let out a groan of pain. “I thought I lost you.”

Danny lets out a choked sob as he wraps one arm around you and buries his face in your hair, inhaling your scent. God he’s missed you. You’re the only thing he could think about for those months. The way your skin lights up in the sun. The way your eyes twinkle from the lights. The way the wind moves your hair. Everything about you is what kept him going, even when he crashed. “You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he chuckles as you pull away, looking over him as realization crashes over you.

“Oh my God, what happened? We need to get you to a hospital,” you wince as you look over the extent of his injuries. His arm is in a sling, his leg has a long metal brace on it, and he has a big bandage over his neck.

“Wasn’t one of my better landings. The Chinese took good care of me and got me to this point,” he takes a step forward, pulling you back into him as he bumps his nose against yours. “They got me back to you.” He places a feather soft kiss to your lips before pulling back. “You’re as beautiful as the day I left you.”

“Don’t ever leave me again,” you comment, taking his good side and hoisting his arm over your shoulders, helping him down the stairs as people cheer.

“I don’t plan on it.”

“Danny!” Evelyn rushes to his other side, being careful to avoid hurting him further and a lump forms in your throat. The moment you and him just shared was intimate, loving. There should be no confusion about who he chose, but still, there’s always that probability.

“Evelyn. It’s good to see you,” he wears a smile on his face but he knows that the only woman he’ll ever love is the one on his good side.

“Yeah,” she pushes a piece of hair behind her ear, “you too.”

“Alright, let’s get Danny some proper treatment. Those Chinese nurses did a temp job, but he needs some actual medical care.” Rafe steps in, aware of your thankful gaze before the four of you walk off and get some medical help.

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The hospital room is warm with a slight breeze coming in from the window as Danny lays on the bed, arm and leg in a proper cast. The tension in the room is visibly thick with you and Evelyn sitting on either side of Rafe, no one dares talking as the doctor and nurses work to make Danny comfortable.

Turning to the three of you, the doctor gestures for all to step out of the room before eyeing you and Evelyn in confusion. “Which one of you is the wife?”

“Neither of them are, sir. Whatever you need to say, you can say to all three of us,” Rafe comments as the doctor shrugs his shoulders in response.

“Captain Walker’s injuries were very severe. The doctors overseas did a good job of stitching his neck, but with the extent of his injuries to his arm and leg, he will have to be under watch for several months with several more months of physical training. We speculate that he will never be medically cleared to fly again.” Rafe’s head hangs in pity for Danny, but you see the look of relief that comes across Evelyn’s features and you feel the same way. “It was an act of God that he survived how he did. He should feel very blessed, but the pain is going to be tough. We will monitor it and give pain medicine as needed, but there is only so much we can do.”

“We understand,” you chime in, fingers picking at your cuticles. “Thank you Doctor.” He nods before walking away, leaving the three of you in the hall. “Now what?”

“We gotta be there for him. He’s not going to take this news well.” Evelyn nods along with Rafe’s words as a nurse steps out of the room and faces them.

“Is one of you Evelyn?” Evelyn’s eyes widen as she nods her head, stepping forward.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“He’s asked to speak with you.” The nurse holds open the door for Evelyn to go inside and sit down at his side, taking his hand. You can’t deny the feeling of hurt that encompasses you and Rafe notices. Taking your hand in his, he gives you a series of light squeezes

“He loves you. Don’t worry.”

“How do you know he won’t choose her?” The question is genuine and Rafe looks to you with exasperation.

“All he talked about was coming back home to you. Even in the thick of it, when we were surrounded by Japs, he kept praying to whoever to let him come home to you. I don’t think he once mentioned her.” Rafe gestures to where Danny lays and Evelyn sits, crying into her hands. “Believe me, he fucked up big time kissing my girl when he was going steady with you, but you’re the one he wants. The one he’s always wanted.” You let out a sigh of relief, giving his hand a reaffirming squeeze before letting go and letting your heart slowly mend. It’s true that Danny did kiss Evelyn while the two of you were seeing each other, but he had assured you that it was a one time deal and it would never happen again as long as he lives. She, on the other hand, made him her everything.

Evelyn storms out of the room and faces you, tears rolling down her face. “If you ever hurt him…” It’s an empty threat and you know it. Evelyn couldn’t harm a fly, much less one of her former closest friends. Seeking solace in Rafe, she buries her head into his chest as he wraps his arms around her, still not sure what to make of the entire situation. Taking that as a cue, you walk into the room, closing the door behind you and making your way to his bedside.

“Hey there,” his voice is raspy and you instinctively reach for the cup of water, bringing the straw to his lips for him to drink.

“Hey to you too. The doctor said you’ll be here for some months. Said your injuries were more severe than you let on.” He nods his head, pushing away the water and laying his brown eyes on yours.

“Did they say if I can fly again?” Hanging your head, you reach for his hand and grasp it into yours.

“I’m sorry honey, but probably not. The army won’t clear you after something like this. They said it’s a miracle you’re even alive.” Danny smirks and internally feels relief. Yes, he wants to continue and work for the war effort, but he also just wants to leave the world behind and move to a small house with you to live out a domesticated life.

“You’re the only thing that kept me going. When I was out there,” he pauses, looking away and trying to bat the tears away. He does not want to look weak, not when he’s already looking weak as is. “When I was out there, I thought I was going to die. I was bleeding profusely, losing consciousness by the second and the only thing I could think of was you. You’re my world, (Y/N), and I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving you the way I thought Rafe left me. And I’m sorry that I kissed Evelyn. We were both mourning and needing comfort and she was the only one that could understand, not that it doesn’t excuse it. But I love you and I will make it up to you for the rest of my life if I have to.”

Your heart is hammering in your chest and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He chose me. It’s me who he wants. “Danny, what are you trying to say?”

Mustering the strength, Danny brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your soft knuckles. “What I'm trying to say is, will you marry me?”

“Oh Danny!” You surge forward, pressing your lips against his as tears roll down your cheeks. Breaking away from the kiss, you rest your forehead against his, his breath and your breath mingling together. “Yes, a thousand times, yes!”

“Yes?”

“Yes!” Your lips connect with his again and for the first time in a while, you feel that everything is just right.

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Haven't Felt Like This My Dear, Since Can't Remember When

☸︎ Next Chapter | Goin' Steady Universe

☸︎ Top Gun 1940s Au

☸︎ Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Nurse!Reader

☸︎ Word Count: 4K

☸︎ Warnings: Cute!Jake, Flirty!Jake, Pure Fluff, Risky Flying

☸︎ A/n: I kind of love them.... I hope you do too. Day 4 Also, yes I know there are Pearl Harbor movie references and some quotes.

☸︎ Libray

Friday, October 20th, 1939

Joint Base, Charleston, South Carolina

Weather in the Carolinas was always hot and humid, though that Friday temperatures seem to be rising. The boys had been going at it for the better half of the day, the afternoon sun high in the sky wearing on each of the Terrors. Jake and Brad had both gone up for another flight practice round. By this point in the day, the pair was flying for the fun of it, more than out of the actual need to train. The rest of the Terrors, spun out, lay on the side of the tarmac, and gazed up towards the skies waiting for Jake and Brad to reappear.

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“What do you say we play some chicken?”

“Jake, I’m not doing it this time. It was too damn close last time, and I don’t feel like getting my ass chewed by the Major again.”

Slight humming can be heard through the headset, Jake silently nodding along to Bradley. They were about to round the flight tower, and if they didn’t plan it right, a fatal crash was sure to ensue.

“Now don’t be a baby, I’ll tell you wh– .”

“I’m not doin’ it, Jake.”

“Well, I’m playing. So, you can turn, or you can hit me. What’ll it be?”

“God damn it, Jake. Why do you do this to me?” The pause in the speakers, crackling over the airwaves with anticipation. “Which way you goin’?”

“Well, I guess I’ll go right. No, uh, left. I’ll go left.”

“Okay we’re going left. Right?”

“Ri–uh, right, Right?”

“Wait right like we’re going right, or right like we’re going left?”

The distance between the two planes shrinks significantly, as each pilot catches sight of their wingman around the tower.

“Well damn it Brad I don’t know, now you got me all mixed up.”

“You’re the one that wanted to play. Make up your mind!”

The tension clearly building, as the onlooking Terrors hear the rumble of the two plane engines. The group of pilots’ eyes bounced from one plane to the other. Waiting in anticipation, to see if a head-on collision was bound to happen.

“Alright, we’re going right. Righty-tighty Brad, righty-tighty.”

Both planes round the tower, noses aimed at each other. Though with the last second, both pilots rip their individual yolks to the right. Planes turning on their side, bellies almost grazing, and just missing each other. The cheers of all the Terrors echo throughout the airstrip and hangars, though it comes to an immediate stop as Major Dolittle makes an appearance.

“What hell do they think they’re doing?”

The group of Terrors stands at attention in silence, though it’s Bob that breaks the awkward moment.

“Yes, sir, an entirely inappropriate use of military aircraft, sir.”

The Terrors all stand at attention, holding off on their laughter. As Major Doolittle silently glares at Bob, his slicked-back hair no longer up to standard. The force of the p-40s having blown it off.

“Get my hat, Floyd.”

Which nod and a sharp ‘Sir.’ Bob hurries to locate the Major’s missing hat. The rest of the Terrors stood by waiting for further commands. Placing the hat back into the Major’s palm, as he lets out a final demand.

“When those hedge-hoppers land, you send them to my damn office.”

The group of Terrors remains at attention, and in unison repeat a sharp ‘Yes Sir.’

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Both pilots stand at attention, as Major Doolittle paces back and forth in front of them. His harsh yelling echoes through the office, and down into the side corridors of the building. This wasn’t the first time the pair had been yelled at, constantly testing just how far they could go in the sky. Jake and Brad quickly glance at each other, as the major paces behind his desk. Both of their gazes settled on straightforward, looking out the window, not meeting the Major’s direct gaze.

“What kind of stunt was that? Do you think that that $45,000 aircraft is there for your amusement?”

The statement is clearly directed at Jake, as Doolittle rounds his desk to stand face-to-face with the pilot.

“That’s not your aircraft, that belongs to the taxpayers of America. What were you even trying to do?”

Jake subtly shifts on his feet, straightening his back and meeting the Major’s gaze briefly.

“I was honing my edge, sir.”

A sharp laugh falls from the Major’s chest, eye’s falling from Jake to Brad, silently shaking his head at the pair.

“That’s not training Seresin. That’s a stunt.”

The tone of his voice is sharp, a clear indication that they had royally screwed up.

“One that’s reckless and irresponsible. Haven’t you boys learned anything in the past two years?”

The Major slowly circles the pair, clicking his teeth as he tries to figure out what to do with them.

The not so sublet a deep breath falls from Jake’s lips, clearly frustrated with the fact that they were getting in trouble. His eyes remain off the Major, looking in every direction that he is not. Before long his eyes settle on the slew of trophies, littering the Major’s shelves. Trophies for flight stunts, alike those that the pair had just flown.

“Major, how can you preach that, when you're famous for those exact stunts.”

“Don’t you get cute with me, son.”

“No, sir, I mean no disrespect. And it would be reckless and irresponsible if we were just doing it to be a showoff.”

Jake's voice only wavers slightly, as he catches sight of Brad out of the corner of his eye. A silent ‘watch what you say,’ from the wingman to Jake.

“But, sir, I was trying to inspire the men. Like you’ve inspired me, throughout your prominent career.” Jake's back stiffens as if a metal rod had been cast through him. “The French have a word for it, sir, when the men get together and honor their leaders. They call it an homage, sir.”

A soft shake of the head can be seen, as Brad's eyes widen and fully comprehend the crap that Jake spews out to the Major. The quiet mutter falls from his lips “Really?”

The Major glances between the two pilots, unaware if he should laugh or yell.

“A what?”

“An homage, sir.” Jake says it a second time with even more uncalled-for confidence.

“That’s bullshit, Seresin.” The Major’s tone harsh and nowhere near easy going. He rounds the two pilots once more, before landing at the side of Jake and clicks his teeth in though. “But it’s very good bullshit.”

The comment makes Jake smile subtly, glancing over his shoulder to Brad as Major Doolittle round his desk once again to sit.

“Thank you, sir.”

Both pilots finally relax slightly, as the Major lets out a faint laugh with the cock of his head. He settles back in his chair, hands folded in his lap, as he silently watches the pilots. A sharp click of his tongue echoes through the small room.

“You too, are two of the best pilots that the United States Navy has ever produced. But that doesn’t mean, that you can go around doing jack all. Expectations need to be met, and managed.”

Both pilots’ gazes now settled on the Major, instead of the back window. Each of them gave him a firm nod. Though a soft smile followed by a shake of the head is all they get in return before he casts them out of the office.

“The pair of you, get hell out of my office. I’m tired of looking at you half-witted dingbats.”

Both pilots stand at attention, releasing a firm ‘Sir.’ Making their exit to the locker room, to dress down for the day.

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Jake half-heartly listens as Brad, chews him out for landin’ them in the Major’s office yet again. His mind had been elsewhere after finishing up for the day. No, Jake wasn’t listening to a word Bradley said. The only thoughts coursing through his mind were of you and the date he been waitin’ on for a week.

Slipping into the green dress uniform, Jake checks his features over in the mirror. Hand ranking back through his hair, to make sure it was perfectly styled. The action catches Brad's gaze, and the pilot slowly turns and leans against his own locker.

“What’s got you all duded up?”

Jake gives his wingmen a sideways glance, before grabbing the uniform jacket and hat, slipping both of them on.

“I got that date tonight.”

Once perched against his locker, a laugh falls from Brad's lips as he grasps at Jake’s shoulder.

“She’s actually lettin’ you take her out?”

Scoffing quietly, Jake heads out the locker room door. Brad was on his heels, digging for more information. Speed walking to catch up with Jack’s long, direct strides.

“I’m just saying, she’s a pretty nurse and you’re…. well, you’re an asshole.”

Brad continues to poke at Jake, trying to get a rise from him. Though Jake barely acknowledges him, jumping in the naval grade jeep that was taking him to the train station, where he was meeting you.

“Are you even listening to me?”

The tone of Brad’s voice sounds slightly hurt, and Jake can’t stop the laugh that leaves his chest.

“Nope.”

Fixing the sunglasses that rest on the tip of his nose, Jack settles into the passenger seat of the jeep. Glancing back to Brad, who waits at the side of the jeep. His expression matches the one of a child, who’d just been told they had to stay home.

“Where are you even taken her?’

“Carnivals in town.” The cheeky smile spreads across his lips, as Jake glance to his side at Brad.

The jeep starts up and is driving off before the wingman can say anything else. Though as Jake glances back, he can see Brad's lips moving, as he kicks at the ground. A sharp laugh falls from him; righting his form, Jake settles back in his seat more than excited to see you.

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You fiddle slightly with the lace fabric of your dress, the golden material falling around your hips. The matching bolero wraps around your shoulders, the look completed by the sunhat resting atop your head. You’d had an early shift this morning, and the whole time your mind continually wandered to the handsome pilot you had met just last week.

You had been stunned by how forward he was in asking you out. You were used to overly zealous men in uniform, given that you were a second lieutenant, in a naval nursing unit. But something about Jake was different, he had given you butterflies from the moment he said hello.

You and the girls were in the process of moving around bases. Last week you had ended up in Joint Base, running through the nursing station there as they were short on hands.

Jake had shown up to the infirmity with his wingman, who somehow had gotten a bloody nose. Jake saw you and was at your side, like a bee to honey. Asking you questions and outright flirting with you, as you gauzed up his friend’s nose.

By the time you finished, Jake had learned your name, whether you were rationed (you were not), and had swindled you into agreeing to him calling on you. Which landed you here, all dolled up, patiently waiting on his train to arrive. You hadn't planned to be early, but your anxiety kicked in and had you leaving your quarters just after three. You and Jake have been planning to meet around 4:30, but you caught the early train and got in at 4:10. The 20 minutes in between had increasingly worsened your anxiety.

“Well, if you aren’t the prettiest dame, I’ve ever seen.”

The voice slightly jars you, though as you turn, you’re met with the sweet smile of Lieutenant Jake Seresin. The red blush that settles on your cheeks is prominent, and you silently wish that the pilot didn’t have such a strong effect on you.

“Lieutenant,” The greeting is lost upon you, as your eyes scale the formal uniform he sports. A cheeky grin sits on his lips when your eyes finally reach his face again.

“I am to please, doll. Am I up to par, with your well-honed standards?”

A gentle laugh escapes you, as a soft smile creases your lips. Glee and mischief glimmer through both your, and Jake’s eyes.

“You’ll do.”

With a slight turn on his heel, Jake faces toward the outside of the train station, arm out and waiting for you to wrap your gloved hand around it. Your hand settles in the crook of his elbow naturally, and it’s almost as if the two of you had been going together forever.

“Where are we goin’?”

Jake looks to you with a quick glance and gives you a smirk. You notice that the look is almost permanently etched on his face, and you decide then that the look is enterally Jake. That if anyone else ever looked at you again, with that smirk and sly eyes, it would never be right.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it honey?”

From anyone else’s mouth, the name might have sounded deeming. Though when Jake said it, all you could hear was playful banter and alike teasing.

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World Carnival, Charleston County, South Carolina

The rows of lights and sounds of gleeful laughter, gave it away before you could even see the Ferris wheel. Just the peak of it peeking out against the Charleston skyline, and the sight of the rotating ride has excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach. Jake laughs slightly as the hand tucked in the crook of his elbow gives a slight tug in excitement. Your eyes move from the carnival rides and back to him, the once sweet smile, a full-blown grin that rests upon your face.

“You excited?” the teasing tone in his voice, causes you to laugh.

“What do you think?!” You're practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you say it, silently waiting for Jake to give you the go-ahead.

Your step size slightly quickens and anticipation as you reach the carnival. Your eyes grow wide as you take in its grand size, and Jake can't take his eyes off of you. enthralled with the look in your eyes and how happy you seem. He's quick to pay for both of your tickets, ushering you through the entrance gate with a hand resting on your back.

“Where to first, honey?”

It seems like an easy question, should be an easy question, but with so many attractions in front of you, you can't help but to be unsure which one to pick first. Your eyes bounce from the bottle toss to the Ferris wheel, and then to the merry-go-round, slightly overwhelmed with the number of options.

“Long as we go on the Ferris wheel last, when it's all lit up, I’m fine with starting wherever.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

…

You’d made it through a round of fun fair games, Jake helping you throughout. The two of you now settle in front of the baseball toss, the clown faces daunting on the pins that needed knocked over. You played every game except for this one, the stuffed bear you'd seen when you first came in, still sits at the top right corner of the game tent.

Jake's hand had since then moved to settle around your waist, a comforting gesture as the sky grew darker, and the carnival lights grew brighter.

“Which one do you want, doll?”

Jake had been sweet on you all night, never looking at any other girls. You’d had Jake’s full attention; whether it was calling you darling pet names, the fact that he was always touching you in some way, or the way that he was undeniably kind and sweet to you.

Jacob Grant Seresin was enamored with you.

“I was kinda hoping for the little teddy. If that’s okay?”

Jake's line of sight follows the direction in which your finger is pointing, spotting the brown bear, before looking back at you.

“Not a problem, honey.”

The statement is followed by a sly smirk and a quick wink, that has you blushing and grinning like a ditzy doll. Jake's arm falls from around your waist, reaching out to give the man controlling the booth two tickets, before being handed three baseballs. Your hands rest in front of you as you watch in wonder, and slight appreciation, of the man before you.

You weren’t usually one to fall victim to the male physic, but something about Jake made you feel all sorts of things, that your momma would have classified as sin had she known. You miss the first ball being thrown, too lost in thought of how handsome Jake looked. The final two you catch though, each of them landing perfectly on their designated target.

Jake had made the game look like it was made for a child, knocking over the five different clown-faced pins, with only three throws. How he’d done it was beyond you, though you wouldn’t have minded watching the action again.

“The brown one, right honey?”

You catch the sight of both the worker and Jake looking back at you, a small smirk rests upon Jake's lips, while the worker looked less than thrilled with his current job. You’re nodding in answer before the words can form, finally muttering a quiet ‘yes please.’

…

The crowd of the night is slowly dying down and as the night grows later you can’t help but not want the date to end. Your sun hat rests in Jake's left hand, he’d instead on carrying it for you, while his right hand is once again wrapped around you. Tucking you in close to his side, the placement pleasing the both of you.

You pick away at the bright pink cotton candy that Jake had bought you earlier, walking step for step with him to the ferries wheel. You pop a piece of the sugary delight into your mouth, before looking up at Jake and seeing his own mouth open while looking down at you.

Without a second thought, you pluck up a piece of the treat and gently place it in his awaiting mouth. Bringing your own fingers back to your lips, and suck off the sugary remnants. Either of your eyes leave the other until Jake's eyes dip down to your lips as you lick the sugar from them.

He glances back at you, shakes his head, then squeezes your hip gently, pulling you in closer to his side.

“Oh sugar, your trouble.”

The words heat your cheeks, and you glance away from Jake quickly, eyes focusing on the awaiting Ferris Wheel. Though you don’t miss the delicate kiss that Jake places to the crown of your head.

…

The click of the bar across your and Jake's lap signals the worker to start the Ferris Wheel, the sound of the machines starting, is followed by a harsh jolt that knocks you back against the seat. Though it has your seat rising in the air, the lights from the ride light up the night sky. Your hand clasps onto Jakes as you look out over the Charleston skyline, you couldn’t be more pleased with how your night went.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, it is.”

The softness of his tone in reply to your comment has your eyes glimpsing in Jake’s direction. Expecting him to be looking at the night sky as well, though you find his gaze directly on you. A soft smile resting on his lips as he looks at you like he was taking in every square inch of you.

Realization of his comment has you blushing once again, though this time you hide yourself again Jakes shoulder. Partially tucked in his neck, your mind registers your position only after you did it. You stiffen slightly, worried that you might have gotten too close, that you were taking too many liberties in thinking that Jake liked you. Though he doesn’t, instead the arm you’re leaning against moves easily and wraps around you. Pulling you in, to lean farther into Jake's chest.

The two of you sit, wrapped in each other’s arms, as the seat sways slightly with the breeze. Enjoying the comfort that you’ve both found in each other’s hold.

…

“I know it’s late, but if it’s okay, there’s one last place I wanna take you to, honey.”

The carnival had closed entirely just after the two of you had gotten off the Ferris Wheel. The lights shut down around you, as the pair of you walked out of the entrance hand in hand. You in no way were ready for the night to end, and by the look in his eyes, you were sure Jake was going to take you somewhere special.

“Lead the way, Lieutenant.” The pitch in your voice is light and airy.

Jake only laughs at you, a smirk making its way back onto his face, as he guides you along the path that follows the bay.

“You keep calling me Lieutenant, honey, and I’m gonna have to start addressing you the same way.”

You glance up from the dark water that had captured your attention, briefly look into Jake's eyes, and give him a cheeky smile of your own.

“Maybe we’ll make it into our own little game.”

The both of you laughing, though for different reasons. You thought the idea was cute and simple, a little tease between the two of you. Though Jake couldn’t stop his mind from wandering off into the fact that he would more than love to play any game with you, so long as it was for the rest of his life.

The silence of the night is disturbed, by the soft melody of a band playing in the background. You round the corner of the walk, feet coming to a halt as you gaze upon a pier. Lit up by a single lamp post and the stars of the midnight sky, a group of musicians is stationed in the middle of the dock as sweet tunes and melodies drift from their instruments. You glance up at Jake in clear wonder and fascination.

“I ran into them a couple months ago. I came out here to clear my mind and found them instead.”

The soft melody pulls you in, as you and Jake drift closer. Your eyes never leave the group of musicians, as they each play their instruments so gracefully. The pair of you drifted out to the dock, no longer caring that it was the middle of the night or that you most definitely had work in the morning.

No, all that mattered was being in this moment.

Here and now.

“May I have this dance, my dear?” The formality in his tone makes you giggle slightly, as Jake reaches out a hand and bows in dramatic fashion.

“Most certainly, kind sir.” The posh accent you put on makes Jake laugh as well, as he grasps onto your hand and then brings you close to his chest.

One of your hands is settled in his own, as the other clasps onto Jake's shoulder. Jake's own hand rests delicately at your waist, as he leads the both of you in a midnight dance among the stars. the music drifting and encasing around the two of you, as you rest your head upon his chest. The tune a welcomed one, as the familiar lyrics fall from your lips.

So, kiss me once, then kiss me twice Then kiss me once again It's been a long, long time

The final lyrics slip from your mouth, your eyes never leaving the other. Not even the flash in the background could separate your fixated gazes from one another.

“Honey, you’re too special for me to go kissing on the first date.”

Instead, Jake placed a delicate kiss upon your cheek, before continuing to sway with you as the band started up a new song.

#jake seresin #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x you #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin x reader #ch: jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #top gun fluff #top gun: maverick #devotion movie #hangman top gun #jake seresin imagine

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Scanned cover and interior pages of England's WEEKEND magazine's May 14-20, 1969 issue

'Thin Little Me—But I'm All Woman'

Newly married Audrey tells the Hepburn way to attract men

“I’m tired of being thought of as a dear, sweet, not bad-looking, flat-chested girl”

You Don’t Need a Bust to Get a Man

That’s Audrey Hepburn’s opinion. She says she has more sex appeal on the tip of her nose than most women have in their entire bodies.

Story by Walter Rainbird

A glittering Audrey with Mel Ferrer—their "idyllic" marriage lasted 13 years.

A strange sort of humility overcame me as I looked into the big brown, saucer eyes of Miss Audrey Kathleen Hepburn-Ruston as she curled kinkily in her catsuit in a corner of the hotel suite. Then I was startled as Miss AKHR—Audrey Hepburn to you, me, and the world at large—suddenly rapped: “Look here, there’s more to sex appeal than a top heavy bust and a well-rounded bottom, you know.”

Behind the characteristically-large glasses, the Hepburn nose that Audrey says is so sexy

All I could do was mumble in reply that I didn’t doubt it.

And so began one of the oddest interviews of my life with the star they call “The Fairest Lady of Them All.”

At 40, Audrey Hepburn is even slimmer than she was when, skinny and elfin, she played Eliza Doolittle. And, honestly, she doesn’t look much older than when she started out in show business as a chorus girl at the London Hippodrome—now the Talk of the Town—back in 1948.

Billy Wilder, who directed her in Sabrina Fair, once said of her, “When she walks on to the set, people stop using four-letter words, though she is certainly no prude. She has a rare class, something that Garbo had, a personal style, a kind of breeding which radiates from the screen.”

DIVORCE

This, then, was the girl who was talking to me about sex, busts, and bottoms. The girl whose “idyllic” marriage to Mel Ferrer ended in divorce after 13 years, during which her eight-year-old son Sean (“he means more to me than I mean to myself”) was born.

She told me, “I am tired of being thought of as a dear, sweet, not-bad-looking, thin-legged, flat-chested girl.

“I’ll admit I’m not so well-stacked as Sophia Loren or Gina Lollo whatever-her-name-is. But there is more to sex appeal than just measurements. Those curvy screen-stresses don’t even know what it is, never mind how to use it.

“I have heard it said that if I walked on to a studio bedroom set I wouldn’t know what to do—that I would be as lost as Bo-Peep’s sheep. Well I don’t need a bedroom to prove my womanliness.

“I can covey just as much appeal fully-clothed, picking apples off a tree and standing in the rain as some of those stars think they do wearing practically nothing.

“The secret of real appeal is that you must feel it, deep down inside you. It is something that is suggested rather than shown.

“Take a simple thing like a handshake. I can put more oomph into it than most women can in a walk.

“When you hold your hand out to a male, you think to yourself, ‘I’m all woman. I’m all woman.’ And when your hand touches his—POW!”

What about those famous Hepburn eyes?

They flushed like moon signs, as the star who normally regards Miss Hepburn as her least favorite subject, went on . . .

“A woman’s eyes can be her best weapon in the battle to attract the opposite sex. I don’t mean she should ogle a man. No real man likes that. What she should do is, perhaps, make the faintest fluster of her eyelashes as an added come-on.

Hepburn—the girl with the Garbo touch that radiates from the screen in every part she plays. Here, she wears her favorite outfit for the film Two for the Road

“I’m fed up hearing that I’m just ‘plain Audrey.’ The truth is that I know I have more sex appeal on the tip of my nose than most women have to their entire bodies. It doesn’t stand out a mile, but it’s there.”

To illustrate her point, she told me how she once arrived late for a party and had to make her way into the room alone.

“The first thing I noticed was all the gorgeous girls there—ones who had curves in just the right places.

“This little me wandered across the room, got a drink, and stood alone in a corner. Then I decided to try to experiment to prove how much man-appeal I have—and to show that appeal does not always have to be an obvious, physical thing.

IRRESISTIBLE

“I started to think of myself as the sexiest creature on earth and that I was irresistible to men.

“It didn’t take long. First, one pair of eyes, then another, swung in my direction. After only a few moments, about a dozen men were looking at me and before long I had more male company than I could handle.

“I could almost hear all those curvy girls asking, ‘What’s SHE got?’

“Well, I know. And while there is life to be enjoyed, I mean to go on and wing it.”

One discerning male will testify to the subtle powers of Miss Hepburn’s personal magnetism in 32 year-old Italian psychiatrist Dr. Andrea Dotti.

In January, just six weeks after her divorce from Mel Ferrer, he married her in Rome. And, as Miss Hepburn would doubtless point out, the doctor always knowws bests.

#audrey hepburn #vintage #classic #style #photography #fashion #old hollywood #old hollywood glamour #1960s #1969 #magazine covers #magazines #audrey hepburn readings

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yurinullification · 2 months

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does anyone know a show that's called like. miss doolittles house for uneducated misfits. or something like that. 'someone's house for something something'. think it was a netflix show? maybe mid 2010s? superpowered kids, i think? never really looked into it all that deeply before i apparently completely forgot what it was named

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poorshadowspaintedqueens · 4 months

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(Slightly Late) 2023 Fic Roundup Post

Like it says on the tin, about 24 hours late, but I wanted to wait until Yuletide reveals were up, since 3/4 of my fic output happened in the last two weeks of December.

Due to a case of writer's block that I just couldn't shake for most of the year, I finished only four fics in 2023 and made barely any progress on any WIPs. That being said, I did manage to write about 15k words of a separate book project that I am horrendously behind on, so there's that. Hopefully I can do more of both this year.

One standalone fic written for a Valentine's Day exchange:

The heart is an organ of fire (House of the Dragon, M) - How Rhaenyra Targaryen arrived at her sister-in-law’s funeral with one husband and left with another. Written for @crossingwinter.

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And three for Yuletide:

A Wedding in Firenta for @iberiandoctor (Guy Gavriel Kay, A Brightness Long Ago) - “Was our last encounter at the Sardi wedding? Piero’s older son, in Firenta?” “Were you there? I forget.” The other man smiled. “No, you don’t,” he said.

Over the past year, I have been trying to catch up on various authors who have written new things that I missed. Thus, I ended up reading three new-to-me books by one of my all-time favourite authors, Guy Gavriel Kay. I had only read the first in the series when @iberiandoctor's prompt turned up on the Yuletide list and I took it on impulse, hoping to make myself write something. And I succeeded, go me!

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The New Galatea for @edwardianspinsteraunt (My Fair Lady) - Eliza Doolittle departs. Henry Higgins tries to move on. Freddy Eynsford-Hill succeeds.

Every now and again, my brain tells me I want to do something with My Fair Lady. I don't know how old I was when I first saw it, but I have incredibly clear memories of dancing around as a 3-4 year old singing "Wouldn't It Be Loverly," and feeling very close to Eliza at least as far as her love for chocolates was concerned. But the ending never sat well with me. Higgins got off too easy. And while I wanted to write an enormous reworking that grappled with an Eliza whose family came from India and thus added another layer of complexity to the class dynamics already at work, I didn't have time for that, so I stuck to fixing the ending and restricted myself to a few oblique hints.

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Pandora's Mirror for@chthonic-cassandra (Penny Dreadful) - Hecate Poole’s history was one of betrayal and blood, but her end, at least, would be her own.

I have been long overdue for a rewatch of Penny Dreadful and came across this prompt before I had time to start it. I am now 3 episodes into Season 2 and already have a small list of things I wish I'd done slightly differently in the fic, but I'm very pleased with how it turned out given how long it had been since I'd last watched the show. Hecate is one of those characters who spends a lot of time on the sidelines, at least in the first half of S2, before her own internal conflicts come to the fore, and I really enjoyed exploring what her history might have looked like.

#yuletide #fanfiction #house of the dragon #my fair lady #penny dreadful #guy gavriel kay

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jon-withnoh · 3 months

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Musical Tumblr, I think we're missing out on Blorbo-fying Eliza Doolittle. I mean...

"Tell me no dreams Filled with desire If you're on fire Show me"

So assertive!

#musicals #my fair lady #eliza doolittle #I was just thinking about this today #the german translation of this song is very fun #instead of show me she says “Tu's doch!”#i love it

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The reaction to Stoker transcribing accents/dialects is just so fascinating to me because it's really not that uncommon in older English language pop fiction. Here's a bit of The Pickwick Papers, by Charles Dickens.

‘Wery glad to hear it,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Poetry’s unnat’ral; no man ever talked poetry ‘cept a beadle on boxin’-day, or Warren’s blackin’, or Rowland’s oil, or some of them low fellows; never you let yourself down to talk poetry, my boy. Begin agin, Sammy.’

If you're wondering what the hell kind of English accent does that v/w shift, the answer is 1830s Cockney, although apparently Dickens did miss the mark himself just a bit. George Bernard Shaw had this to say about it:

“When I came to London in 1876, the Sam Weller dialect had passed away so completely that I should have given it up as a literary fiction if I had not discovered it surviving in a Middlesex village, and heard of it from an Essex one.”

Shaw also cited James Elphinstone's translation of Martial into the phonetic Cockney of the late 1780s:

Ve have at length resoom’d our place, And can, vith doo distinction, set; Nor ve, the great and wulgar met. Ve dooly can behould the play, Sence ve in no confusion lay.

Note here Elphinstone's convention of rendering 'u' with a double 'o', which Stoker also uses. Going back to Shaw, one of the more amusing notes in the play Pygmalion is attached to Eliza Doolittle's opening line:

THE FLOWER GIRL. Ow, eez ye-ooa san, is e? Wal, fewd dan y’ de-ooty bawmz a mather should, eed now bettern to spawl a pore gel’s flahrzn than ran awy atbaht pyin. Will ye-oo py me f’them? [Here, with apologies, this desperate attempt to represent her dialect without a phonetic alphabet must be abandoned as unintelligible outside London.]

I concede that Stoker leans harder into this attempt at capturing Cockney than he needs to; yes, Thomas Bilder's accent comes across a bit cartoony. Dickens didn't lean quite as hard, and Shaw just gave up after giving an example. It just wasn't particularly beyond the pale. I mean, look at this bit of 17th century West Country dialect from Lorna Doone, published about ten years before Dracula:

“I wor over to Exeford in the morning,” John began from the chimney-corner, looking straight at Annie; “for to zee a little calve, Jan, as us cuddn't get thee to lave houze about. Meesus have got a quare vancy vor un, from wutt her have heer'd of the brade. Now zit quite, wull 'e Miss Luzzie, or a 'wunt goo on no vurder. Vaine little tayl I'll tull' ee, if so be thee zits quite. Wull, as I coom down the hill, I zeed a saight of volks astapping of the ro-udwai. Arl on 'em wi' girt goons, or two men out of dree wi' 'em. Rackon there wor dree score on 'em, tak smarl and beg togather laike; latt aloun the women and chillers; zum on em wi' matches blowing, tothers wi' flint-lacks. 'Wutt be up now?' I says to Bill Blacksmith, as had knowledge of me: 'be the King acoomin? If her be, do 'ee want to shutt 'un?'

Note that R. D. Blackmore was dead serious about capturing this dialect. He did intensive, painstaking research. The point was not to mock these characters, it was to try to capture, through language choices, a spirit and mood particular to a time and place. It matters who has this dialect and who doesn't in the narrative. While Stoker didn't have such lofty ambitions, don't think the point is to mock either. I think it's Stoker trying to do the old 'capturing local colour' thing. He wasn't alone in that. Off the top of my head, Sholem Aleichem transcribed a Jewish German's accent phonetically in some story whose title escapes me in order to differentiate him from the Eastern European Jewish characters with whom he identified. I've seen people hammer Brian Jacques (a much more modern writer) for the same thing Stoker's doing, and I guess it's just been normalized for me. Do know if you go on reading fiction from the place and period-- especially pop fiction not intended as high art, like Dracula-- you will encounter more of this kind of thing. It was a convention. Conventions come and go.

#dracula daily #comparative literature #dracula daily meta #long post #incidentally 'atbaht' seems to be a misrendering of 'athaht'#but i'm going with what's written on the project gutenberg version

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Watched Oppenheimer and let me just say I am loving this era of RDJ, like it’s been a while since he’s played a different character to how to say Tony stark/Sherlock holmes (I feeel like they had very similar characteristics) and maybe Doolittle but I haven’t seen it.

I say this in the sense that new rdj fans or fans people who haven’t watched his filmography pre Ironman now see the range and talent of this man 💖.

also literally the other day I was thinking of watching something in it. I think also I remeber how squishable his face is, like even under all that makeup and hair I want to squish this 58 year old man’s face omg he’s 🥺. But also in that film I feel like all the actors in it didn’t look like themselves so to speak.

yes, completely! i've missed seeing him act in roles beyond tony stark and sherlock holmes, which has always been my biggest gripe about him basically doing nothing but marvel from 2015 onwards, especially when all of those mcu films were ensemble features instead of solo films so arguably he would have had the time to shoot some other projects. but anyway.

he's incredibly talented and it's so funny how every few years new groups of people crop up realizing this, just because they don't think superhero movies involve acting.

but yes they all looked so different! the hair & makeup and costume departments did a fabulous job with everyone. BUT that one scene where in a split second strauss gave that little smirk? oof, pure robert. i never wanted to jump him more.

#rdj #anonymous #ask

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rockyp77mk3 · 9 months

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Jimmy Doolittle stand beside the Gee Bee Super-Sportster.

"She is the sweetest ship I've ever flown. She is perfect in every respect and the motor is just as good as it was a week ago. It never missed a beat and has lots of stuff in it yet."

#aviation

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I know you’ll probably don’t respond to this but… as a Tom fan, I’ll be very honest. I feel like the fandom isn’t being truthful and there has been a lot of dissatisfaction around him for a while but won’t say it because they don’t want to come off as antis. But I think it’s okay to have different opinions and have some critics.

as a Tom fan, it’s been so exhausting how everything about him has become his romantic relationship. it didn’t bothered me at first but now it’s unbearable. For 2 years now, he isn’t perceived as an actor, just “the boyfriend”. he only trends or makes headlines related to his relationship. Before making the relationship public, he had a whole set of opportunities. He was a movie star in the making, everyone was waiting for his next move outside of the MCU. By 2019, he was already the lead of two movies with huge box office numbers and with active participation in the Avengers. One of the most talked about movies ever. And what have we gotten ever since? TDATT was his last good movie and that’s a fact a lot of the fandom doesn’t want to admit. And that came out 4 years ago.

I feel like a lot of people on the fandom doesn’t want to admit Tom is around people that don’t push him to consider his career Post-Marvel as long as they get the benefits from his MCU checks. And most of his team aren’t really building his career with a strategy in mind. The whole “lead action hero” agenda that his team tries to push only limits him. And I also think Tom lets himself get carried away by a lot of people like the Russo Brothers. Doolittle and Onward were cute but didn’t do much for his career. And I’m sure he only did Doolittle because of RDJ. And the movie flopped.

Chaos Walking was the worst decision he could’ve made because everything about it screamed that it was going to tank. But his team wanted him to be the face of a new franchise so bad. And it’s not like it was a super obscure genre that people don’t tend to watch - it was a young adult sci-fi movie but it was so bad Lionsgate had it as a tax write off. He missed on the lead for 1917 for this movie.

Following that, he did Cherry with the Russo Brothers and that wasn’t good at all. Yes, Tom’s acting was great but the movie was hardly of quality. It shouldn’t have existed in his discography and it’s because of his dependence with the Russo brothers that he got stuck with that script. After a year of bad movies outside of the MCU, comes NWH that quickly becomes a box office success but it’s also overshadowed by his relationship and the rumored cameos. I guess it was smart that Uncharted and NWH came out close because it helped the box office but even when I thought the movie was fun, it further typecasts Tom into those type of roles and I feel it goes with his team wanting him to be the “lead action hero” instead of going for smaller things as some actors do to slowly break out from a character.

After a long time, he drops TCR and again, I think his acting was great but the series as a whole was hard to get through. It definitely got ignored by the strike since he couldn’t promote it. But then again, the only viral tweets I saw about this show were in relation to his personal life. Not once about Tom as an actor.

I’m happy he is going back into theater and maybe he finds himself inspired again with what made him love acting. But after that? Uncharted 2? The confirmation of another Spider-Man trilogy? I really hope the Paul A biopic is still in place because this could turn around his career in another direction.

And yes, I know that not everyone wants to have a critically acclaim career and at the end of the day i am not here to dictate that- i understand he doesn’t like the industry and he is allowed to take time away from that, but I’ve been saying it for years - i think his team should allow him to do silly movies or movies w great directors and assemble cast where he isn’t the lead role. he could do a secondary character in a great movie and maybe he won’t feel too pressured by that but gets to build more experiences. florence pugh was 5 minutes in oppenheimer. a lot of huge actors do small roles in movies. why can’t he do the same?

tom has become really all about his relationship while his peers that didn’t have half the accolades than him, have been able to rise into a more established career in matter of 2 years. all while their relationship not being the main focus.

No, I'm posting, lol.

I think this whole viral stuff you guys are talking about is only a problem on Twitter. I get what you're saying, but he goes viral on TikTok for many reasons, even golf lol. The most viral stuff about TCR was those scenes from ep8, so where this narrative is coming from?

I agree with what you said about his team, 🤷🏽‍♀️.

I think most fans are just tired of constantly hate and unnecessary career discussions every two weeks coming from people who don't watch his projects and are always comparing him to other dudes, when we're barely getting anything from him and he hasn't been cast in a movie in 3 years, hasn't been on a movie set for 2 years. They cannot praise these other guys without mentioning him and it's annoying.

Also, fans who say he doesn't care about critics, aren't lying to themselves, he clearly does. What actor doesn't want positive feedback? He's still campaigning for an award even tho he probably won't get nominated again (I'd love to be proven wrong, but still).

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