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florence, 26, doctor I'll take these broken wings and learn to fly

[aidenwinslow]

“Come to thee by the bar! Clean your sins and repent in thy holy water, our lord and saviour of alcohol goodness will give thou hope ..and… all that jazz.” Aiden tried to get himself in the mood of the game having been slapped a sticker for being Chaplain, wearing his glasses and trying to look a bit more.. holy. It was so strange, and highly amusing for him to be some holy religious presence but he’ll roll with it. As much as he could while still working at the bar. He’s kinda stuck here right now, making our lord and saviour alcohol offerings, so hopefully people come up to him instead. 

[florenceurtis-blog]

“That’s an awfully flowery speech for a bartender such as yourself, Aiden. Are you sure your true calling isn’t an eleventh grade English teacher?” Flo quipped as she sat down, looking over the specialty drink menu for something that caught her eye. “All these drinks sound delightful but I think to make it through tonight I’m going to need something a little stronger.” She gave him a small, almost sad smile. “I’ll just take a glass of whiskey.”

[ingridhvwk]

emilianamarshall:

Emiliana kept the wide smile on her face as she plopped into the chair beside the girl. She looked at the bar as the gestured to the bar but wasn’t able to figure out which of the men she was pointing at. “Oh, don’t worry about it.” Emi said with a laugh. “I’m mostly just here to have fun anyway.”

“Right, it’s just a game.” She tried to match the other woman’s smile, but her face couldn’t quite match the effort. “Do you have any idea who we’re supposed to catch? I don’t know who to talk to. I don’t really, approach people.”

[florenceurtis-blog]

Florence had been wandering around the room looking for someone on the list she had been given for longer than she wanted to admit when through the cacophony of the crowd she heard a voice say the name Clark Kent. Trying to make herself look busy she pulled out the piece of paper she had tucked in her clutch she slowly made her way to the table where the two girls were sitting and while they were deep in conversation she snatched the flag off Clark’s belt. “Sorry about that, but you’re out now darling.” 

[miloxbeckett-deactivated2016072]

“Rocks. Margarrrrrrita Rocks.” Milo introduced himself with his alias, rolling the R’s extensively with a giddy smile. He wanted to say how much he was hating this–I mean, a cocktail waitress? Magarita Rocks? –But honestly he was having too much damn fun. “I’m young, hot, and the things I can do with a cherry stem would blow your mind, babe.”

[florenceurtis-blog]

“I’m not sure my wife would appreciate you demonstrating that particular talent for me but what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her right?” Flo laughed at her own joke, trying to make it sound deeper than her normal laugh. “I’m Wilbur by the way, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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apple pie & kisses from mom //                   milo & florence

[miloxbeckett-deactivated2016072]

He gave her a look of mock-offense. “Let’s get one thing straight: There is no degree of ‘fucked up’ I could get that wouldn’t involve me bribing you with pie at some point.” His face softened as she watched her approach. He could tell she was tired; busy. Made him feel a little bad, if he was honest. “You know me too well.” He replied lately. Pushing himself back off the counter, he groaned and walked himself over to the exam room, separated from the rest of the office by a white sheet. Holding his left side, Milo sat himself atop the paper-covered exam table. “If I’m a good boy do I get a sucker?” 

After a moment, Milo made a face of confusion. “What the–” His hand, against his left side, was wet and sticky and, he realized, covered in blood. “Did that asshole…stab me?” He asked in disbelief, attempting to lift up his arm to look. He looked to Florence for an answer, unable to see for himself. It was hardly a stab–more of a scrape, really. “You know what, that explains a lot, actually.” He finally said, sounding more impressed than anything. 

“So what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna make it?” He probably shouldn’t enjoy this, but Milo just. Loved these little instances. The crew, those he knew anyway, were the closest thing he’d had to family in a long fuckin’ time. He may be the obnoxious big brother in this metaphorical family, but they were stuck with him, and most of the time they didn’t seem to mind. 

[florenceurtis-blog]

Flo hid her laugh at Milo’s attempt to appear offended and shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “That’s only because pie is my weakness and you know it, so who really knows who too well in this scenario?” She asked as followed closely behind him to the curtained off area. After making sure Milo was actually able to get on the small exam table she went to the cupboard to find alcohol wipes and her suture kit... just in case. “That depends on what flavour you want, and how much of a pain this ends up being.”

At the word stab Florence whipped around, rushing to his side to make sure he didn’t need serious medical attention beyond what she was able to provide in the small clinic. Getting a better look at the wound, she felt a little tension leave her shoulders as she noted that it was actually a graze but still an attempted stabbing. “You’re lucky that’s not very serious. Not sure what we would do if our darling first mate was incapacitated.”

She returned to the cabinet to retrieve her things, now glad she had the foresight to seek out her suture kit, before placing them on the exam table beside Milo’s leg. “You might, if you shut up long enough for me to actually see what injuries you have.” She yanked on a pair of gloves using the time to stop the grin spreading on her face, as much as it was ridiculous that there was rarely a sailing that she wasn’t treating Milo for one injury or another she enjoyed having him in her clinic. Sometimes she just wished there wasn’t blood involved. “Now remember, you can’t scream or no one on the ship will feel safe anymore. And that’s bad for business.”

[florenceurtis-blog]

Florence Curtis + Social Media (ft. a lot of Milo)

[quoted-books]

i miss my brother like the sea would miss salt if that were taken away.

Emma Cameron, Cinnamon Rain  (via slytherinwritess)

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apple pie & kisses from mom //                   milo & florence

Florence put up with a lot of shit around here. Granted, not all of it was due to Milo–But they both knew he didn’t help matters much. He’d always been a troublemaker, an instigator; Milo pushed people until they pushed back–until they pushed hard. He didn’t really give a shit about who ‘won’, winning a fight didn’t say much about the kind of person you were. What mattered, was how badly you could get your ass-kicked, and still smirk up at the asshole with blood in your mouth. And he, supposed what you fought for kinda mattered too. Mostly it was just the first one. 

So, naturally, when Milo watched some uppity-dickhead giving one of the newer deckhands a hard time, he stepped in and called the guy out. He couldn’t remember the exact words he said, but he was pretty sure he said something about the guy’s hair looking worse than ‘the toupee trump has on his asshole’. That’s when the fists started flying. Walking into the clinic, Milo watched as Florence had her back turned to him. “Hey Florence….maybe, do me a favor?” He asked, sitting atop a cabinet  with a low groan. His ribs hurt. Asshole-toupee could kick. 

“Maybe clean me up a little so I look presentable when Captain Jones tears me a new asshole.” He sat a small tin-foil wrapped bowl next to him, waiting for Flor. “I brought pie.” He smiled, dried blood covering his face. 

[florenceurtis-blog]

The sailing had only just started and already Florence had been yelled at by no less than six different sets of parents about the way she tried to clean their kids injuries. She supposed it was an unavoidable part of her job but that didn’t help to diminish the headache she’d developed sometime between the second and fourth scraped knee and her tylenol had barely begun to start working by the time a particularly loud father had come running in like he was a battering ram. After finally getting him and his 8 year old daughter out of her office she’d started working on the various injury reports she had to fill out.

She was so invested in her work she didn’t hear Milo come in and the sound of his voice made her jump. Florence could tell from the groan she heard before she turned around that he had gotten in another fight and she fought her own urge to sigh. “One of these days you’re going to piss off the wrong person and you’re going to enter this clinic on a stretcher. Then you won’t be able to bribe me with pie.”

Closing the folder in front of her before getting up and walking over to where he’d planted himself and picked up the bowl of pie. “It’s even still warm, if you weren’t sitting in my office covered in blood I’d say you were too good to me.” She placed the pie on the counter for safe keeping, then turned to look back at him, her hands on her hips. “I’d ask you where it hurts but I’d probably just get a smartass answer so let’s just get you in the exam room.”

[ingridhvwk]

“Virginia.” The mere mention of home made her heart want to ache with longing, but it barely did, even if she did go back there was nothing there for her anymore. Her parents made that perfectly clear when she last had to visit them, and they hadn’t called since. “Alexandria, Virginia.” It took a moment for her to try and get back into a normal conversation, she blinked a few times before finally continuing. She’d always known Virginia was a lost cause, that’s why she’d gone to France in the first place. And she couldn’t very well burst into tears right in front of this woman. “Have you ever been?”

[florenceurtis-blog]

“Only once, on a roadtrip with my...” Flo trailed off for a second, before swallowing and continuing. “With my brother. It was our second year of medical school and we decided we need a break so we went for spring break.”

[carsxnsawyer]

“Nah, I’d much rather share with you. I’ll take care of the small things like kids trying to take a piece of candy from the gift shop, and you can deal with the drunken idiots. Hah, thanks. I’m sure that’s going to be a fun conversation.”

[florenceurtis-blog]

“Just don’t make them run so I have to deal with the overprotective mother’s that’re convinced I’m trying to kill their child by cleaning their scraped knee. I’m just glad it’s you not me talking to him, in all honesty.”

[florenceurtis-blog]

richardxmoran:

“Doctor. Good to know I’m in good hands, if human nature decides to start throwing punches.. or chairs…” He grinned, remembering a particularly interesting case he worked, “Or marble book ends.” He half subconsciously rubbed the scar on his forehead. “But I’m hoping they save that for the end of the cruise.”

“You seem to know a lot about projectiles, should i be prepared to see you in my office a lot?” Florence asked, a smirk settling on her face. “Usually all the fights are at the beginning actually, then people settle down.”

[florenceurtis-blog]

Florence + Milo brotp aesthetic for the nerd Nat!

[ingridhvwk]

”I’ve never been. But, I saw the dunes on Google Maps.” It was one of the few things she did with her laptop, look at places that she could have gone if she could have left the beach house. “They looked windy. But not bad. I didn’t see Ann Arbor though. It’s not named that for trees is it?”

[florenceurtis-blog]

“Most of Michigan is pretty windy.” Flo said with a light laugh. “I don’t think it is but I might be wrong. I lived there until I was about 12 and haven’t been back since so I’m not sure.” Florence tried to think back, but after spending most of her teenage years avoiding thinking about the city at all it was hard to recall anything positive about it. “Where are you from?”

[ingridhvwk]

“No, the water is always so cold, I’d rather just look.” And that was true, even as a kid she’d struggled with jumping into cold swimming pools. For once, there was no horrific connotation to the memory. “You’re from Michigan? Was it nice there? I know there’s massive sand dunes on the coast,” She knew she was talking much more than she should, but pressed onward just a little bit more, “That’s closer to Lake Michigan though, maybe not even near you.” It wasn’t going to do her any good to talk to this woman, yet the conversation felt so harmless.

[florenceurtis-blog]

“The water around here is normally pretty warm, but it certainly is a sight too.” Florence scanned the horizon looking for any sort of sealife as the girl continued to talk, she had an almost shaky quality to her voice as if it wasn’t used to being used for very long. “I grew up between Ann Arbor and Lansing so I didn’t see much of the dunes but it was nice, yes. It’s a beautiful state. I haven’t been back in years though.”

[thealphatwin-blog1]

“I’m sensing you have some negative opinions about your job here. Don’t tell me being a doctor isn’t as glamorous and sexy as Grey’s Anatomy made it out to be.”

[florenceurtis-blog]

“I love my job, I just don’t always love the people I have to interact with because of it. It’s definitely not glamorous but whether or not it’s sexy depends wholly on what you’re into.”

[carsxnsawyer]

“Guess we’ll have to see about that. I do my best to throw the worst of the worst at you and see what happens. Yeah, I’ll talk to him; see if I can get him to tone it down just a bit.”

[florenceurtis-blog]

“Hm, you know what? I think you can keep the worst of the worst all to yourself and bring me the moderately bad. That would be preferable. Good luck with Milo, I doubt he even knows how to tone it down, let alone actually do it.”

[carsxnsawyer]

“Nah, I’d rather keep you on your toes. Better to be able to handle anything. Plus, I don’t exactly get a heads up when people can’t hold their liquor without making asses of themselves.”

[florenceurtis-blog]

“Believe me, I’ve worked here long enough to handle anything thrown at me but you raise a good point. Although, if you kept Milo away from the bar altogether you’d probably have to break up less fights.”

[hollyxroberts-blog]

“Yes, tell me more about mandatory classes and bloody noses; it’s definitely a turn on. If you keep talking like that, there’s no need to wait until later–I’m practically taking my clothes off for you. But it is very vicarious of you, babe, willingly helping those in need.  You’re going to bring up sex and make me wait? Bettering everyone else with the exception of me, I suppose?”

[florenceurtis-blog]

“I’m sorry, you know I get over-excited about stuff like that. I’m not trying to help drunken idiots, I’m trying to help people that are actually sick. You don’t have to wait long and you know it, so yes I am.”