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hojlundaise · 11 months
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wexhappyxfew · 26 days
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— Florence ‘Flo’ Godfrey —
"Nah, nah, nah, I swear to you back in '36 a buddy of mine was trying to convince the hell outta me that he could fly planes," Benny said, with a chuckle, before leaning forward and watching her eyes with that tender gaze, "and you know what I told him? I told him right to his face that's what I'd be doing! Hell, I told him if there was a war on, I'd be right there signing up for that very thing. And well....here I am."
"Here you are." Flo said with a soft smile his way. Benny grinned at her and then shifted closer to her side before glancing up at the darkening sky and smiling.
"You always go up there and it's the things you don't expect." he said, his smile dropping, "You see the sky from here, think it's just like it is down here. Nah, it's...." Benny trailed off and glanced towards her.
"It's different." Flo felt the silence close in around them and then turned to watch his eyes.
He was quiet.
Benny DeMarco was never really quiet, just at peace.
But tonight, he was quiet.
They'd spent some time together - away from flying planes, patching up planes....planes in general. If anything, it was finding a comfort in one another that they couldn't find with anyone else. And they always found a way to confide in things they couldn't quite understand.
Usually she was adorning her clothes, still mildly disgusting from her time working on the planes - a grease spot there, the dried paint around the edges of her sleeves, her hair looking more like a rat's nest.
And he was there, pulled out of his pilot's gear and instead with his slacks, top and a nice jacket, usually with the lopsided peak cap.
Sometimes it was the two of them, after he'd finished a mission, looking far more exhausted than she could account for, dried blood on his face, hair all over in directions she couldn't count and shaky hands, Meatball curled up at their feet nestled close to each other.
That usually included Flo looking as always - gangly, but smiley and quite herself.
(more to come for this excerpt!)
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hufflepotato-18 · 10 months
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THEY’RE SO SICKLY IN LOVE
bonus: their friends’ reactions
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mckittericks · 7 months
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@ichijoukenichiro said draw Fizzozzie, and like, yes, obviously yes.
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neyxmessi · 1 year
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get someone who looks at you the way leo looks at neymar
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not-poignant · 9 months
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can you pweaaase post a Stain excerpt? like… pretty please?
I gotchu anon!
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Excerpt from chapter 19 of A Stain that Won't Dissolve:
'Yeah,' Sebastian said. 'Also, were you like...into David at all? You both kind of have a bit in common.' Alex kept looking at the fireplace. His chest ached. He didn't think it was just from the coughing. There was a particular ache that belonged to Sebastian alone.  'Um, he's okay,' Alex said. 'But I'm- I'm not really looking.' 'Why?'  Because you're standing here in the living room and it's literally doing way for me than a date with a random dude would ever do.  'Just not in the right headspace, I think. Y'know, with...my grandparents.' 'Right. Sorry. Of course.' Alex felt dirty, using his grandparents as an excuse, when he'd let Sebastian touch him however he wanted right now. Let him push him up against a wall again while fearing he was broken inside. He stared down at his hands, the picked skin around his fingernails, and wished he could summon the bravado he used to have, but it melted away around Sebastian. He felt exposed around him, like he needed to put on more layers. 
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warlock-enthusiast · 5 months
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"What if we're wrong?"
Prompt number: 19 Fanfiction Fandom: Diablo IV Rating: M Characters: Lorath Nahr, female Wanderer (Sorsasta) Warnings: non apply
Rain thrums against our tent. It has been going on for a while now and I fear how muddy the ground will become in the process. I’m not looking towards wet feet and catching a cold and for whatever waits in the darkness.
I’m glad that we’ve recently put a new layer of wax on the deer skins and are now dry and warm. Sleeping outside is clearly not my favorite option, but with Neyrelle keeping watch for the moment, I hope that we’ll find some peaceful hours before I need to take her place and watch for hidden attacks. I’ve cleaned most of the gore and blood from both my robes and skin and now sit beneath two thick blankets.
Closing the book that deals with the hierarchy of the hells and what part Lilith played in it, I rub my head and look at Lorath. At times, all of this appears senseless and as if fighting against something so grand and powerful that every effort is wasted time.
"What if we're wrong?"
“Then we’ll be dead.” He’s also covered in blankets and writing in his journal. Of course he never lets me see what he is writing, but I think that I saw my name mentioned a few times. Hopefully he does not mention the more carnal aspects about our relationships. I don’t want to be known as the hero that desperately clings to his body. Though the thought of him detailing our courtship is somewhat amusing. I wonder if he’d used the same tone and wording.
“Hm, and here I was planning a future away from all of this.”
Lorath raises a brow. “You’re more optimistic than I am.”
“I’m not an old, grumpy Horadrim.” I’m tempted to throw my small pillow against him, but decide that it might be a little too childish.
“That you’re clearly not.” His eyes roam over my body and heat settles in my cheeks. I’m not yet used to being desired, having grown up in ruins and despair and with a Master that always held me at arm’s length. No friends or lovers ever played a part in my life and now I’m surrounded by both.
It’s strange and leads to me experiencing bouts of anxiety, but it is also filled with warmth and light and we need both of these, if we want to survive. To be honest, I’ve been dreaming about a small farm and Lorath and I living there. A happy ending in a world that is so cruel and littered with broken dreams.
Lorath reaches out and his thumb traces the pulse in my wrist.
I bit my lip, cursing my body for clearly enjoying the thought of what might happen without blankets covering your bodies. It is not very wise and I’m sure that logic speaks against the need that starts in my chest and travels down my legs.
“Neyrelle is outside.”
Lorath answers with a smirk and a whisper. “Then you’ll have to keep quiet.”
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He leans forward his body bending down to whisper in Robins ear.m, hands resting on his lovers shoulders from behind as he grins. “Must you always look so tantalizingly delicious, darling?” The words leaving his soft warm breath on Robins skin as he spoke in his normal sultry tone.
Flirtatious, eager —hungry.
── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── LEAGUE VERSE
A fanciful chirp echoed from the furthest depths of his chambers, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end as icy hands stroked his shoulders. An alluring aroma encircled him, redolent with citrus undertones and a luxurious, spiced depth. Robin took a long breath, savoring the warm, heady perfume as he eagerly filled his senses with the rich cologne and melted in his spot. The fragrance, once unfamiliar, had become a soothing reminder of security and domesticity; of every vow that Vladimir had fulfilled in their time together. Was it really so shameful to find himself already craning his neck in preparation for Vladimir's teeth? A quiver ran through him as Vladimir's breath, fervent with warmth, graced his ear and his lips followed the curve of his neck, bestowing compliments upon his skin.
He dared to peer back towards his beloved Count, and by the Gods, he's somehow even more devastatingly handsome than only a few hours ago.
A satisfied smirk graced his flower-like lips as Vladimir's presence caused his heart to beat vigorously in his ribcage, a fluttering feeling he had come to cherish. With a languid lift of his heavy-lidded gaze, Robin drowsily beheld his image in the mirror, his countenance softened by Vladimir's seductive murmurs, and noticed his round cheeks tinged with a rosy blush and lips that had parted in their desire to be kissed. A horde of gleaming fangs shimmered in the mirror's silvered surface, their menacing presence accentuated by the soft glow of candles keeping the paperwork on Robin's desk visible. The blackened ambiance of the room seemed to perfectly frame Vladimir's monstrously piercing gaze. Those fabled glorious eyes, possessed of depth and sagacity, reflected an inexhaustible wellspring of beauty that flickered across the the crimson stained glass of his irises ... and the mage's wintry image was enshrined within them. As if their owner regarded Robin as the most significant being in the world, as if he was the only being deserving of Vladimir's attention.
It was maddening.
"It isn't as though I sat here preening for your possible arrival - although I do thank you for the compliment, my Love. If you'll allow me a few more minutes to organize this mess then perhaps you'll be able to prove just how delectable you find me." He offered a coquettish smile,
"Or can you just not resist stealing away your bride-to-be? "
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seungbo-today · 2 years
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#무룽
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isjasz · 5 months
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[Day 127]
Sorry for the gomens posting for like 4 days straight it will continue
Wanted to try drawing this au too :D
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glouris · 5 months
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fly home
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wexhappyxfew · 1 month
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I hope I'm not too late, but you know I'm going to request something for Flo and Benny🖤 Maybe 12 from the "It's Spring!" writing prompt list? - @lostloveletters
ah hello battie ( @lostloveletters )!! not late at all! i was BEYOND excited to do some more with Flo and Benny - those two have captured my heart and i'm so so glad they seemed to do the same for you!! please enjoy my take on the prompt you've sent in - and let's just say, despite the happiness of the prompt, my recent emotions of episode 5 seemed to take over and here we are :)
prompt: rolling down the window of the car
featuring: Flo Godfrey and Benny DeMarco
The feeling would always remain cathartic in a way she couldn't entirely describe to anyone close to her.
Watching the B-17s take off in energetic fashion towards the sky, aligning in perfect formation to the morning haze of what the day was to bring, smelling sweet air, feeling the cool breeze, sitting there watching that 'bucket of bolts' as Wink liked to call them, take off into the sky, the small voice in her head saying they'd all come back. That they'd all be okay. Sometimes it was just a white lie to convince her to calm down.
But it was nearly sundown, 17 out of the 18 planes that had taken off had returned, the pilots and their boys were eating well and washing up and enjoying the feeling of standing on solid ground again. And Flo's stress levels had lessened slightly - well, slightly was a loose-leaf term for it. They'd dropped about a percent before Lemmons started yelling about one of the controls for the plane propeller on Brady's fort that had taken more blows than she had bargained for earlier.
"God, just... give it another go!"
Lemmons was yelling from somewhere down in the plane propeller to her left - closer to the first and second engines on the fort. Clearly, flak had done it's horrendous job more than either her or Lemmons cared to admit. Flo, sat in the pilots seat, flicked the metal probe on the switchboard and heard the gutteral and pathetic whir of the propeller trying to start up, but to no avail, stutter to a stop.
"Nothing!" Flo yelled, pulling open the window in the cockpit, "Look, Kenny, I think we gotta jerry-rig it!" Lemmons' faced appeared and her offered her a surprised brow raise.
"Jerry-rig? Who the hell-"
"My father showed me how to do it on a boat one time-"
"A boat?! Listen, Godfrey, that's a boat, this is a plane-"
"Yes! But it should work just the same-"
"Florence Godfrey is that you?" Flo froze about mid-speech, the same turning into samey, which was hardly even a word.
Slowly averting her eyes from the propeller and the sad excuse for engines, she looked down on the ground, past the wings of the fort and found Captain Benny DeMarco standing there, uniform on, tired eyes, a smile on his face, and a slightly bloodied bandage hanging around his neck.
Hanging out the window, looking like an eager, excited dog in front of a Captain was surely not the picture she wished to paint but the sheer surprise that took over her face was equally uncalled for and warranted. Flo could briefly see Lemmons looking up at her with a smirk on his face.
"I-"
"She'll be right down!" Lemmons yelled, the grin on his face widening as her eyes followed, "Go on, get going, I'll jerry-rig this-"
"You were about to argue with me that that was the last thing you wanted to do-"
"I'm jerry-rigging it." he said, then smirked, "Go." Flo smiled at Lemmons before turning her attention back on the Captain stood on the tarmac, that soft smile on his face.
"If this was a car, I'd tell you to get in; I'd roll down the window as kindly as I could, too." she called to him a grin on her face, "You'll have to meet me on the other side though, where I'll make a less-than-stellar exit." She watched Benny laugh at her words and shake his head.
"You could probably give me a run for my money!" he called up to her, before sending her a wink as he disappeared under the plane.
Flo quickly looked down at her clothes, the minute she took to reevaluate herself enough to notice the grease stains, the minor paint job cropping up on the ends of her OD top, and the tear in her shoulder from where her top had gotten caught on a piece of metal bent awkwardly from the plane. Spinning herself around, she moved through the center of the plane before making her, as expected, less-than-stellar exit onto the tarmac, and finding Benny there right in front of her - holding a hand against her head, gray beanie covering flying braids that needed redoing, the slight, night wind brushing her crimson cheeks.
"Didn't think I'd be seeing you tonight," Flo said as she approached him, her eyes darting to the bandage hap-hazardously wrapped around his neck, the red spot lingering lower on the wrap, her smile fading slightly, "are you okay?" He seemed to sense her worry and reached up to gingerly touch the bandage and shook it off, smiling at her as she came closer.
"Just took a bit of shrapnel from a blast up there, nothing to worry about," he said, but she could see the bit of pain that ran over his face as he stood there. She became slightly distracted by the scent of his cologne hitting her nose - the sudden realization that she probably smelled like a greasy, wet rag making her want to crawl into a hole. She looked up at Benny, deep brown eyes soft in the light of the sunset, focused solely on her. He could've gotten himself straight to a warm meal, but instead was stood outside with her - he'd just flown a plane over Germany and back, she'd spoon feed him dinner if it meant it brought him comfort.
"If I'm holding you from your meal, I'm sorry I just-"
"No, no," Benny said quickly, stepping forward, placing his hands on her shoulders, the presence comforting in a way she hadn't felt in months, "no, not at all……I, uh, just….wanted to thank you, for a few nights ago. The dance." A smile broke out on her face and she let out a small laugh and looked up into his eyes again.
"Sometimes with all that's going on around," he looked around at the airfield and then looked back at her again, "just, dancing with you, brought me away from the war for a bit. Never knew how much something like that could mean in the moment until you're standing there….especially with someone like yourself."
"Benny…." she whispered, but his smile softened, as he reached out and gently tucked some of her lose flyaway hairs behind her left ear, his hand warm, thumb lightly brushing against her cold cheek. Her heart stuttered - Benny DeMarco, that look in your eye…..
"I know, I know, it's war. Flying B-17s, you can't exactly go around saying stuff like that, knowing that well…." Benny trailed off his trembling words and looked back at her, a riddled air of confidence and calm filling his eyes in front of her, "life's too short not to say something like that, even with the Germans breathing down our necks. And I'd regret it everyday if I never said it to you. Knowing how much it meant…." to both of us, her mind whispered. She watched him.
Her emotions were suddenly in five different directions, all good directions, she reminded herself - for a moment, her heart pounded and her mind raced, and the reality of war ebbed in and out of her vision. But here was someone, looking at her like he'd lasso the moon for her, in the midst of war, showing up to the plane she was losing her mind over a propeller about, when he very well should be sitting down and eating up, thanking her. And really, she should be thanking him.
Flo stepped closer to him, his light breathing fanning across her face, his cologne still overwhelming her nose, but still oh-so-enjoyable, and his presence warm and inviting and there.
He was right there.
Inches.
And she hugged him, wrapping her arms, careful of the wrap, around his neck, and hugged him wholly. Where she was enveloped by him in every way possible, where for a moment it wasn't the two of them on a tarmac, one having just finished off a mission against the enemy while the other was fixing up the planes for the next, but where it was the two of them, in a different circumstance, a different way. Where war wasn't the backdrop to their emotions that lingered at the borderline. Softly, she shifted her lips to his ear and pressed a soft kiss there.
"Thank you for for everything," she whispered, "because for once, war has shown me that hiding anything I feel will only be regretful in the long-run." Flo slowly pulled back, staring up into Benny's tired eyes, and smiled softly.
"In another world, we're dancing at the Ritz, just you and I and Louis Armstrong above us," she whispered to him, his eyes hazy and soft, like he were imagining a world like that, too, "we're dancing and there's no war. And it's just us." Flo helped him to stand on two feet that day on the tarmac, on the ground. They lost men everyday they went and flew missions - men they trained with, grew with and flew with. Flo was sure of one thing - no matter what transpired above the clouds, she wouldn't lose Benny.
Benny wouldn't ever lose her.
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mysticcomfort · 6 months
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teddybearty · 5 months
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Sum vice principals in love or whatever 💕💕
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paramorefold · 1 year
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COUNTDOWN TO #THIS IS WHY day 2: favorite music video from this is why
THIS IS WHY september 28th 2022
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