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ANNE OF GREEN GABLES → The Sullivan Adaptation Every Anne & Gilbert Scene [79/?]
The Salt in Our Letters
Don Hume x Original Female Character
Part 7 (for now) of “He’s Progressed and She’s Impressed”
Fic summary: Don joins the merchant marines while Kate navigates loneliness at home
Chapter summary: Don has some free time before being shipped out to sea
Rating: M (but this chapter is more like Teen)
Content warnings: Mild sexual innuendo
Word count: 7,000 and counting
Author’s Note: Still learning about and researching the Merchant Marines as I go; please be kind to me🙏🏻
Tags: @morningdawnbreaks @fwitoley @sassychicsings @blackroseguzzi @youredoinggreat-honey
Chapter 1
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Chapter 2: The Visit
*Three months later*
Thankfully, however, the US Maritime had a training facility set up in Seattle, which made it more convenient for him to visit when he could. What she didn’t anticipate though was that he would be away for the entire training period. She supposed she figured it’d be different being that the maritime wasn’t military but alas! She figured wrong! They may not be the military, but they still valued structure and discipline just as much. The worst part wasn’t even not having him in bed with her at night, it was how quickly he had to get back after the few times he was allowed to visit for a nice dinner! She hated it so much! She already missed him terribly and if she missed him this much, she didn’t want to think about how dreadful it would actually be when he was finally sent off to sea.
She refused to think about that right now though. Instead of dwelling on him eventually leaving, she forced herself to redirect her focus on the now, and tonight, her mother had invited her over for a nice dinner and evening. The offer alone lifted her spirits but they were lifted twice as much when she was told that Grady, her ‘little’ brother, would be there too. She always enjoyed spending time with him; even more now that he was busy with his university studies. Being with her family would definitely help take her mind off Don.
It would be a good evening.
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The Salt in Our Letters
Don Hume x Original Female Character
Part 7 (for now) of “He’s Progressed and She’s Impressed”
Summary: Don joins the Merchant Marines while Kate navigates loneliness at home
Word Count: 3,087
Rating: M, but subject to change
Content warnings: Mild sexual content near the end. Nothing explicit, mainly focuses one of the character’s psychological process
Author’s note: I’m learning about the merchant marines during World War II as I go so… be kind to me, please
Tags: @youredoinggreat-honey @fwitoley @morningdawnbreaks @blackroseguzzi
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Chapter 1: The Ad
“Darling? Did you see this?” Don laid the newspaper down on the table, moving his elbow out of the way while Kate filled his mug with coffee.
“See what?” She sat down in the chair next to his, her designated spot.
“This.”
He pointed his index finger on an ad in the newspaper he’d been reading. Cocking her head, she slowly chewed her bite of food as she followed his finger. When she found the ad, she read the headline:
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Some Sunny Day
this will be a two part story! part two (w smut) Some Clear Night
Don Hume x fem!reader
tw:tooth rotting fluff, first date, meet cutes! anxiety from don but over all really cute things.
Don looked at you from across the large dining hall. the curve of your nose pointed downward as your eyes drank in the words of whatever book you were reading. in between small bites of food, you’d smile and grin to yourself at whatever was happening, thinking no one else was looking. but Don Hume was. as he ate his food slowly that day, next to Bobby and Stub, subtle glances were thrown in your direction. he knew who you were. yes, he did indeed. knew your name. your major. what classes you took. the latter only because you took a lot of the same classes he did. you sat in front of him during geology. he’d watch you then too. the shine of your hair, the curve of your chin when you turned to the left to watch the professor. so long story short, Don Hume knew who you were. but he’d never thought it’d go farther than that. knowing you at a distance. wasn’t sure if he wanted it to go farther than that. he wasn’t exactly the best person to be around. he knew he was too quiet for many. knew he wasn’t as handsome as some of the other boys on the rowing team. knew that he would never be the first pick.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Boys in the Boat (2023) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Don Hume/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Don Hume, Original Female Character(s), Gwen Price (OC), Bobby Moch (Mentioned), Original Characters Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Romance, Meeting the Parents, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Historical, Historical References, 1930s Series: Part 3 of Don and Gwen Summary:
“My parents want you to come for dinner.”
Whatever Don had been expecting her to say, it wasn’t that. “What? They… really?”
Or
Don meets Gwen’s parents, and Gwen has a secret she’s keeping from Don.
Commando (pt. 1)
Hello everyone!! I’m going to start by saying that I realize the Navy SEALs were not a thing in the early 1900’s, let alone were women allowed to join the military, but this is for the plot!! With that being said, let’s get into this!
It was the kind of gray, salt-tinged afternoon that only Seattle could pull off — the air heavy with drizzle, the faint scent of pine drifting off the water, and eight boys dragging their aching bodies back toward the shell house after another round with Coach Ulbrickson. Their shoulders burned, their hands were raw, and every one of them was still a little stunned they’d actually made the cut.
Joe muttered something about dying in the boat before the season even started, and Shorty laughed. Don just smiled faintly, too tired to join in. The place felt strangely quiet without Ulbrickson’s bark bouncing off the walls.
Then the sound of dress shoes — sharp, deliberate — clicked down from the office above.
Every head turned.
A figure appeared at the top of the stairs — not Coach, not Bolles, but someone dressed in the crisp white of a Navy uniform. The jacket was pressed so clean it gleamed even under the dull warehouse light, and the cap tucked under one arm revealed a sweep of chestnut hair pulled back in perfect military fashion.
“Who the hell—” Shorty started.
“That’s gotta be Kenny,” Joe said, wiping his brow with his towel. “You know, Ulbrickson’s boy they keep talking about.”
The figure reached the middle of the staircase, and it was clear enough even through the drizzle-blurred light — not a boy.
Commander Kennedy Ulbrickson stopped when she saw them, a dozen exhausted rowers frozen mid-stride. Her gaze swept the group like a practiced inspection — but it snagged on one in particular. Don Hume.
For a heartbeat, the air changed. He felt it — the pull, the surprise, the inexplicable warmth in his chest. She had eyes the color of the Sound before a storm, steady and unreadable. A thin scar ran from the corner of her left eyebrow down across her cheek, not marring her beauty but deepening it, like proof of something hard-won.
Don swallowed, acutely aware that his hair was plastered to his forehead and his shirt clung to him in all the least impressive ways.
Kennedy, for her part, thought he was utterly adorable — tall and quiet, eyes soft despite the exhaustion written all over him. There was something honest in his face, something steady. She caught herself smiling.
When she reached the bottom step, she tilted her head just slightly and offered him a smirk — confident, teasing, a spark of mischief beneath all that Navy polish.
“Gentlemen,” she said smoothly, voice low but commanding.
Every single one of the boys stared.
Then Shorty let out a whistle, and someone — maybe Joe — said, “Holy hell, that’s Kenny?”
The shell house erupted in laughter and hoots as she strode past, white uniform glinting against the damp floorboards. Don felt his pulse hammer in his throat.
Kennedy didn’t look back. Not that she needed to. She could feel his eyes on her, just as surely as he’d feel hers in the days that followed.
Commando (pt. 2)
The morning of the race dawned bright and sharp, a thin mist still rising off the water as the boys from Washington lined their shell up beside Cal’s. The smell of salt and varnish and adrenaline hung thick in the air. Every one of them could feel it — that nervous electricity that comes before something big.
Don sat at stroke, jaw tight, eyes on the horizon. He could feel the boat hum under him — his teammates shifting, breathing, waiting. Somewhere on the shore, he knew, Coach Ulbrickson stood with his ever-stoic expression.
And beside him, in dark dress blues, stood her.
Commander Kennedy Ulbrickson looked like something out of a dream — all crisp lines and quiet confidence, her black crackerjacks perfectly tailored, the white piping stark against the dark wool. She stood straight, hands clasped behind her back, cap tucked under one arm, watching the boats glide into position.
Her father might’ve been coaching the team, but her eyes were on one rower in particular.
Don Hume.
There was something about the focus in his face, the way his shoulders flexed with every stroke, the quiet intensity that lived behind his calm expression. She tried to keep her composure — she was, after all, a Commander, and this was her father’s crew — but her heart thudded faster every time she spotted him through her binoculars.
When the gun went off, the Sound erupted with motion.
Eight oars bit into the water in perfect unison, and Washington surged forward. The boys rowed like they were made of one heartbeat, one purpose. And when they crossed the finish line first — ahead of Cal, ahead of everyone — the crowd on shore exploded.
Kennedy didn’t realize she’d cheered until her throat hurt.
She was already halfway down the dock when her parents reached the water’s edge. Coach Ulbrickson’s usual stoicism cracked into something rare — a grin. When Kennedy threw her arms around him, he actually lifted her clean off her feet, laughing. The team froze in shock; none of them had ever seen him like that.
She laughed — a bright, warm sound — and pressed a kiss to his cheek before linking arms with her mother, both of them glowing with pride.
On the dock, the team stood grinning like fools, soaking wet and speechless.
It took Ulbrickson a solid five seconds to notice that none of them were moving.
“Well?” he barked, still smiling. “Someone get that boat out of the water before it floats back to Washington!”
The boys scrambled, but Don couldn’t quite tear his eyes away. Kennedy was walking up the dock beside her mother, her uniform catching the sunlight, her stride confident.
And just before she disappeared into the crowd, she glanced back — just for a second — and the faintest, knowing curve touched her lips.
THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE
The part where Don goes to Evangeline's parents house to ask for her father for his blessing to ask Eve to marry him.
Don took the front steps two at a time and then forced himself to slow down, hat in hand. The Browns’ porch smelled like wood polish and cinnamon—Mrs. Brown must’ve been baking earlier—and a ribbon of late light fell across the braided rug. He knocked, wiped his palm against his trouser seam, and reminded himself he could settle an eight at thirty-eight strokes a minute; surely he could manage a conversation with one man he already respected.
Don Hume The Boys In The Boat | 2023
The Boys In The Boat -2023-
Day 6! Made with @seasidesandstarscapes’ song rec of Rule #33 - Pyre on loop
WAIT EXCUSE ME WHAT
Thank you @chutefullofholes for bringing my attention to the random Instagram post, so I had to share all of them. We’re getting more Cal content finallyyyy plz Atropia get released…
The Piano
Part 6 of “He’s Progressed and She’s Impressed”
Summary: Don finally gets his piano🥹
Word count: 11,183 (woo… buckle up, guys. This is our longest one yet)
Rating: Mature
Content warnings: I mean… they’re married🤷🏻♀️ it’s not explicit, just a few mentions. OFC tries to initiate in one scene, then later we’ve got some post-coital affection. Like I said, it’s nothing huge or explicit
Author’s note: Shout out to @eviebelieve-y for helping me smooth it out. It was pretty choppy and crappy pre-beta’d. Thank you!!🫶🏻
Tags: @morningdawnbreaks @youredoinggreat-honey @fwitoley @blackroseguzzi
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When Don walked through the door that evening he was stressed . There was no doubt about it because he looked it; he looked it in every way. He had a tendency to carry stress in his shoulders and it showed in his posture. His complexion was pale and dark circles were beginning to form under his eyes. He was also giving off signs that he hadn’t been feeling well; with his appetite appearing to be down on top of sleeping restlessly the last few nights. Which of course was starting to make Kate worry about him a little bit.
“Hi, Sweetheart,” she greeted tentatively while he slid his jacket from his shoulders. When she saw that he seemed to be in a sour mood, she added sympathetically, “Bad day at work?”
Don only grunted in response as he kicked off his shoes, which was another indication of his foul mood. He always wore his good pair of Oxfords to work and usually, he took the time to carefully remove them. So the fact that he was kicking them off was proof of the kind of day he had.
“You… wanna talk about it?” Her tone was careful as she watched him make his way over to the kitchen sink.
“No.” His tone was gruff as he began to wash his hands.
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The Boys in the Boat (2023)
Directed by George Clooney
Cinematography by Martin Ruhe
A Provider-In-the-Making
Don Hume x Original Female Character
Part 3 of “He’s Progressed and She’s Impressed”
Summary: The part where Don is his lady’s knight in shining armor (inspired by series of ideas that @i-am-a-lost-girl16 and I threw back and forth to each other)
Word count: 6,554 (a TAD longer than I intended)
Rating: Teen and up
Author’s note: This installment was actually supposed to take place in between “That Was Unexpected”, and “The Proposal” but alas! Your girl jumped the gun a bit and kiiinda forgot she started this one🫣
Tags: @blackroseguzzi @youredoinggreat-honey @morningdawnbreaks
Part 1; Part 2; Part 4; Patrt 5*
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“Maybe if you checked the top shelf…”
Kate resisted the overwhelming urge to roll her eyes and snap back.
“It’s not up there,” she stated firmly. “If we had that - which I know we don’t - it would be right here. Not on the top shelf.”
This customer was giving her a terrible time! He kept demanding an item that she knew her father didn’t carry in his store yet he kept on insisting she look for it! She was down to her last nerve and was about to snap when she heard the little brass bell on the door ring, signaling that someone was entering the store. She quickly glanced in the direction of the door and, despite her annoyance, felt her heart leap when she noticed it was her boyfriend who walked in.
“Don!” She tried to keep her tone neutral as she was still dealing with these pains in the butt. “I’ll be right with you.”
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Imagine these boys playing…
✨I N T E N S E✨ game of Monopoly
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Bobby would ALWAYS have to be the banker (as a law student and the coxswain, he could make sure the boys are following the rules and be a pain if they're not - which he will be). Chuck would be the cheater everyone gets mad at, Joe and Shorty are the sore losers, while Don and Gordy have to be separated because they're always sliding money to each other under the table and trading properties to keep each other in the game. Stub is the first to go bankrupt, while Roger is always arguing with Chuck (the stereotypical bow twins lol) while Johnny (good old fun-loving Johnny) battles it out with Don near the end and emerges triumphant.
OH NO, @morningdawnbreaks !! I lied! Bobby was NOT the first to go out, Jim McMillan was (followed by Bobby if I correctly recall)😭 I guess I should’ve looked at my Instagram highlights again before I hit post🥺