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Honoring Lives with Compassion: Premier Funeral Services in Miami

At La Paz Funeral Home, we understand the profound impact of losing a loved one and are committed to providing compassionate and personalized funeral services in Miami. Our dedicated team offers a range of options tailored to honor the unique life of each individual. We provide both direct and full-service funerals, ensuring that every detail aligns with your family's wishes. Our services include traditional burials, cremations, and memorial services, all designed to reflect the personal preferences and cultural traditions of the deceased. At La Paz Funeral Home, we are dedicated to serving the Miami community with dignity, respect, and personalized care, ensuring that each farewell is as unique as the life it celebrates.

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Funeral Directors Miami, FL - How to Choose the Right Funeral Director in Miami

Planning a funeral is never easy. It’s an emotional time, and making decisions can feel overwhelming. Choosing the right funeral director can make this process smoother and less stressful. There are many funeral directors in Miami, FL to choose but finding the one that fits your needs is the key. In this article, we will explore simple ways that can help you pick the right funeral director in Miami, FL.

1. Look for Experience: Experience matters. A good funeral director knows how to handle everything, from paperwork to emotional support. Ask how long they’ve been in the business. Experienced funeral directors in Miami, FL, will understand the unique needs of families and guide you through every step.

2. Check Their Services: Not all funeral directors offer the same services. Some focus on traditional burials, while others specialize in cremation or eco-friendly options. Make a list of what you need, like transportation, viewing arrangements, or help with permits. Once you know your needs, check if the funeral director offers those services.

3. Ask about Costs: Funerals can be expensive, so it's important to understand the costs upfront. A trustworthy funeral director will give you a clear breakdown of prices. Don’t be afraid to ask questions like:

Are there any hidden fees?

What’s included in the package?

Can I customize the services?

The right funeral director in Miami, FL, will be transparent about costs and help you stay within your budget.

4. Read Reviews and Get Recommendations: Online reviews can be helpful. Look for feedback from families who have used their services. Were they professional? Were they kind and supportive? Also, ask friends or family members if they can recommend a funeral director in Miami, FL. Personal recommendations often lead to the best choices.

5. Visit the Funeral Home: If possible, visit the funeral home. It gives you a sense of their facilities and how they treat families. Is the space clean and welcoming? Do the staff members seem caring and attentive? A visit can tell you a lot about their professionalism.

6. Consider Cultural and Religious Needs: Miami is a culturally diverse city, and funeral customs vary. If your family has specific traditions or religious needs, ensure the funeral director understands and respects them. Ask if they’ve worked with similar requests before.

7. Look for Compassion and Communication: A funeral director should be more than a service provider—they should be a source of comfort. Pay attention to how they communicate. Are they patient? Do they listen to your concerns? The right funeral director in Miami, FL, will treat you with empathy and respect.

8. Check Their Availability: Funerals often need to be arranged quickly. Make sure the funeral director is available when you need them. Ask about their response times and how to reach them during emergencies.

9. Trust Your Instincts: Sometimes, it all comes down to how you feel. If a funeral director makes you feel comfortable and supported, they might be the right choice. Trust your instincts when making this important decision.

10. Don’t Rush the Decision: While time is often limited, try not to rush. Take a moment to review your options and choose a funeral director who aligns with your family’s needs.

Final Thoughts

Finding the right funeral director in Miami, FL, can make a difficult time a little easier. Look for someone experienced, compassionate, and transparent. Ask questions, visit their facilities, and take your time to decide. Remember, the right funeral director is there to guide you with care and respect. They’ll help you honor your loved one in the best way possible.

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Your funeral (pt. 1)

hi!! can i pls order bacon with onion in a bowl mikes way, thank you <333

max verstappen x riccardo!sister

My heart is only yours to break

A/N: this will be two parts, I get carried away writing for Max, lmao. So the bolded line and smut will be in pt. 2, sorry not sorry 😘

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Australia 2024

Max last saw you in the paddock in the summer of 2018 following your high school graduation. He had known you for two years, being Daniel’s teammate, and found you shy compared to your older brother. He was 21 then, so the two of you didn’t really talk that much, and he just thought of you as “Danny Ric’s sweet little sister.” 

Six years later, he barely recognized you. You’d let your hair grow out, your muscles were more toned and defined, and it seemed like you’d become the queen of yapping. He had spent 10 minutes creepily watching you from the garage as you talked with Yuki, trying to figure out who you were. It all made sense when he watched Daniel appear, pulling you into a hug. Max blushed when he realized it, trying to shove down all the thoughts he was just having about the mysterious hot girl in the RedBull garage. 

Daniel waved him over after spotting him, and Max made his way over to the group. Your eyes were shining as he approached, excited to see an old friend, and you pulled him into a hug to greet him. He was caught off guard at first but wrapped his arms around you in return, breathing in your ocean-scented perfume. 

“It’s good to see you, Max; it’s been so long!” you cheerfully said to the Dutch man. 

“I know. What has it been, six years?” He asked, even though he already knew the answer. He needed to pull himself together. 

“Yeah, I think so,” you replied. Yuki and Daniel were called off to RB, leaving you alone with Max, who seemed a little nervous. 

“So what brings you back?” He asked. 

“Finally have the time off work,” you said. “I stopped coming while I was in school so I could focus on my studies, and then every summer, I had an internship so I couldn’t come to any of those races. Then I got a job right after graduation in St. Tropez, and it’s been so busy but so good. I get to do what I love and the town is so beautiful. I’m a marine biologist, so I always knew I’d get to call some coastal town home.” 

You finished talking breathlessly, and Max looked at you with wide eyes. 

“I think that’s more words I’ve ever heard from you than in those two years when Daniel and I were teammates,” he teased, and you blushed. 

“I was like 16, Max,” you huffed, and he laughed. 

“Are you coming to more races this season?”

“I hope so. Since I’ve been with this company for two years, I have a little more allowed time off,” you told him. 

“It’ll be good for Daniel to have you around,” he said, your heart squeezed, thinking about how rough it’s been for your brother the past couple of years. 

“You’ve been a good friend to him,” you replied softly, bringing your hand to squeeze his. His face flushed and you were amused by the power you seemed to have over “Mad Max.” 

Later, Max walked towards his driver's room after debriefs when Daniel caught up with him. 

“So my sister is back,” Daniel said, and Max continued, not looking at his friend. 

“So she is,” he replied simply. 

“I saw how you were looking at her,” Daniel said firmly. “Don’t make me say it.” 

“You don’t have to say anything,” Max said, turning to Daniel with his signature smile. “Off-limits.”

Daniel nodded, still eyeing him but letting him go into the room. 

Miami 2024

Since Australia, Max had followed you on Instagram and you had quickly followed him back, which led you down a rabbit hole of what he had been up to in the past couple of years. You weren’t the only one that had glowed up. 

Your company had an office in Miami, so you flew out the week of the race to tour the facility and watch your brother in action. On Friday morning, you were walking through the hotel lobby on your way to the beach when you ran into Max. 

“Hey!” You said brightly as you caught up with him. 

“Y/n,” he said, greeting you. You didn’t miss the way his eyes dragged down to your chest, where your bikini was visible under your see-through coverup. “Headed to the beach?”

“Yeah, I figure a day laying out in the sun will do me good,” you replied. 

“I’m sure it will.”

“Too bad you can’t come with me.” You said, subtly testing the waters, trying to determine if your interest was even slightly mutual. Max’s gaze was intense in your eyes, and you could tell he was fighting an internal battle. 

“Don’t flirt with me, y/n. It’s not allowed,” he said sternly, which made you smile wider. 

“Who said I’m flirting with you?” You replied, and he rolled his eyes. 

“I see how you look at me like I’m a piece of meat,” he teased, and you laughed out loud. 

“You’re the one who was literally staring at my tits five minutes ago,” you replied, and he slapped his hand over your mouth, looking around. 

“Don’t say that schatje; your brother has eyes everywhere,” he said seriously, and your eyes crinkled in amusement. “I’ll see you later.” 

Daniel's race did not go well, finishing in P15. You could feel the disappointment radiating off him when he got out of the car and your heart sank. You knew he would try to mask his pain with happiness for Lando getting his first win, but you saw right through it. 

Don’t get me wrong. You were ecstatic for Lando, having met him when Daniel was at McLaren. The two of you were the same age, so you got along easily. Admittingly, you did shed a few tears when he crossed the finish line, but your heart ached for your brother. 

He was silent when he met you after the debrief, and you launched into a very long story about a shark you were tracking off the coast to try and distract him. You hit the 7-minute mark, and things were finally starting to get interesting when Daniel laughed loudly out loud, looking over at you. 

“I love you,” he said, and you smiled, moving into his arms. 

“I love you too Danny,” you told him. 

“No more sadness today, let’s celebrate Lando,” he said, determined, and you grinned. 

Lando was already fucked up when you guys made it to the club that night. You hadn’t seen him after the race yet, so he picked you up and twirled you around when he saw you. 

“I’m so proud of you buddy,” you told him and he smiled. 

“Okay, then buy me a shot,” he replied and you giggled. 

“You make so much more money than I do,” you complained teasingly. He pulled out his wallet, handing you his card. 

“Just use my card for the night.”

You were at the bar waiting on the shots when you felt a presence behind you, a hand casually settling on your lower back. 

“I’m surprised Daniel let you leave the hotel wearing that,” Max said in your ear, causing chills to flare up all over your body. Your red dress was tight on your body, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about catching someone’s attention. 

“Hmm, so that means you like it,” you smirked, turning to step into him. 

“You are going to be the death of me,” he murmured, and you shot him a wicked grin. 

“Then get your affairs in order,” you replied before grabbing the tray of shots and moving back to the group. Max followed close behind you, congratulating Lando when you both reached him. You watched your brother narrow his eyes as he looked from you to Max, and you gave him an innocent smile. 

Many drinks later, you danced in the crowd a respectable distance away from Max. That didn’t stop him from openly watching you the whole time, though. 

“What’s up with you and Max?” Lando asked as you took a break from dancing. 

“Nothing,” you said quickly and he gave you a look. “Nothing can happen.”

He nodded understanding, “You think Danny will kill him?”

“Most likely,” you said, sighing and looking back over to Max, who was talking to your brother funny enough. “His funeral, though.”

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom, and when you came back into the hallway, an arm shot out, grabbing you. 

Max pulled you along to a darker area of the club with a tad more privacy. He stopped in the corner, moving you against the wall and leaving you no time to say anything before his lips were on yours. 

It was a bruising kiss that had you feeling delirious, reaching up to tug his hair, which made him press up against you harder. 

“Wearing that dress just for me hmm,” he said, pulling back before attaching his mouth on your neck, trying to leave a mark. You half tried to push him off but found yourself whimpering instead. 

“Max, we can’t,” you said breathlessly. He finally let up, his lips puffy, as he looked at you with fire behind his eyes. 

“I know, I just wanted to claim what was mine,” he said and you squeezed your legs together at his words. “Now, when all those guys keep looking at you in there, they’ll see my mark on your neck.” 

“You are insane,” you said, amused but then panicked, thinking about your brother. “He’s going to kill me.”

“Maybe,” Max said. “That’s what you get for wearing that dress schatje, and he won’t know I did it. Your funeral.”

You knew drunk Lando probably blabbed immediately after you left him, and those words made that apparent. 

Sure enough, when you made it back to the dance floor, your brother took one look at your neck and yanked you outside, lecturing you about kissing random men. If only he knew. 

pt. 2 here

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Housewife

Part - 9

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,

Part 1

The house was clean but it bothered you it wasn't cleaner. It had been almost a week since the murders. You didn't remember most of your time at the hospital. The doctors told you that you went into cardiac arrest due to trauma. Even your heart was over dramatic. You died for a few seconds but something somewhere decided you needed to be here. At least that's the way you liked to think of it. Friday was Sydney and Tatum's funeral. It was a hard thing to sit through especially seeing Dewy cry the way he did. There was a reason he lived through the murders, maybe it was the same one that kept you breathing.

Staying at home alone was slowly killing you and your dad saw it. In all honesty you couldn't believe he had agreed to letting Stu move in for a bit. Your dad barley let you leave the bed, scared you wouldn't heal properly. He had been taking care of you the best he could. Changing your bandages and whatnot. He had to go back to work soon and he didn't want you to be by yourself.

Stu had called you every night once he heard you left the hospital. He told you all about how his parents were back in town just to see the damage to the house. He didn't seem upset by the heartless fact but you knew it had to hurt worse than his stab wounds. Billy moved back in with his dad, that's what Stu had told you. Billy kept calling but for reasons unknown to him you never answered. Even if you did pick up the moment you heard his voice the phone would hit the receiver.

You heard a car pull in the driveway making your heart sink. Trying to convince your father to let you ride with him to pick up Stu was an impossible task. "You are not going outside with it being cold as hell. You better be glad I'm letting him come over here at all. End of discussion." It was aggravating sure but you couldn't argue with him.

"Boy who raised you?" Your dad snapped as he opened the front door. "Um no one really Sir." You dad dropped Stu's bags by the couch letting the boy walk inside. "That would explain it." Your eyes were wide hearing the hateful conversation. "What are you guys talking about?" Your dad hung his keys up on the hook leaving his coat on the rack beside the keys. "Your friend here thinks 21 Jump Street is better than Miami Vice." Stu shrugged while you bit your lip holding back a laugh and tears. The last time you saw him was at the funeral and you did get to speak to him then. "Is it alright if I give her a hug?" Stu looked at your dad then back at you.

"She's a grown woman ask her." Your dad may not act like it but he appreciated the boy's polite nature. "Can I hug you?" He held out his arms, his baggy sweater covering the wounds you knew littered his skin. "Get over here doofus." Your voice was shaky. A small wince left your lips as Stu squeezed you a little too tight. You weren't about to complain though. You were just happy he was here. Stu pulled away once your dad started talking. "I cleaned out the guest bedroom so you'll have a place to stay. Now I don't care if you two hang out in the same room but the doors in this house stay open." Stu nodded terrified of your dad.

"Understood Mr. L/n." Stu saluted and your dad just sighed. "Have you eaten yet kid?" Your friend barley remembered his middle name let alone the last time he ate. "No Sir." Mumbling under his breath your dad grabbed his coat and keys again. "I'm going to get pizza. Is he allergic to anything?" He asked pointing at Stu. "Soap maybe but that's about it." Stu poked your arm with a smile, happy you still act like your old self. Things were different no doubt but if you made it through death he was sure you two could fix whatever was broken. Your dad took off leaving the house to you two.

"21 jump street really? Man you've got a type." You joked but Stu stayed serious. "Have you talked to him?" By him he meant Billy. The last person you wanted to talk to or about. "No. We have nothing to talk about." The biggest understatement in the history of understatements. "You have plenty to talk about. You could say "Hey Billy does this look infected?" Ooh or "Billy did you ever think that haircut made you look like a ken doll?" You laughed so hard your side started to shoot pain throughout your abdomen.

Stu didn't know his own strength when it came to jokes. "Um here sit down." He grabbed your arm as his other hand rested on your lower back supporting you as you sat on the couch. "I'm fine. It does that sometimes." He looked down at you noticing the bags under your eyes and the sort of death warmed over look you were absolutely rocking. "Can I see it?" He said wanting to compare the damage. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." You winked at him but he just stared at you with concern. Slowly you peeled up your shirt showing off the gauze. "Jesus Christ it's so bruised." He curiously touched the tip of his finger to the discolored skin.

"Ah!" You screamed scaring him. He jerked his hand away as you held your side and laughed. He felt hurt for a second before pursing his lips, finally having a laugh. "I'm glad you're lightening up." You patted the seat next to you wanting him settle down for a bit. "I've just been really worried about you. You literally died." You could hear the sadness start to crack in his voice. "Hey, only for a few seconds. I'm a drama queen at heart." Stu smiled looking at the wall rather than you.

You grabbed his hand from his lap weaving your fingers with his. "It's going to be hard but we'll make it work. We'll start all over. Just us against the world." He wanted to imagine Billy here. He'd be on the other side of you just sitting, listening to you and Stu talk. The Billy you knew wasn't the Billy Stu had lived with for the past year. Sure he could be a self righteous asshole but behind closed doors he was caring in his own way.

"How is he?" You asked breaking the silence in the room. "He's good. He's going back to school tomorrow." The school had closed for a week out of respect for the people who lost their lives. Everyone had told you to take your time to heal and grieve before going back. It was a surprise to hear Billy would want to go back immediately. "Why?" Stu thought back to the long conversations he's had with his friend every night since he left the hospital. "He said he just wants to get back into a routine. At this point we're just trying to graduate."

It was a valid point. "What are you doing after graduation?" Before, Stu would've said party. But now he truly didn't know. "I guess go to college like everybody else." You didn't know it but your little speech really did a number on him. Not to mention the brush of death he experienced. "That's no fun." You pouted. The boy just shrugged. "Helps me blend in you know? Like you said when we first met." If Stu wanted his sequel he was going to have to work for it.

Lifting up your arms you cup his face turning him to face you. "Don't think you need to change Stu Macher." Now you were just confusing him. "You changed yourself for Billy and it worked. Why can't I be who you need me to be?" His voice was once again wobbly. "Because Stu I fell in love with the real you. The one that hits on anything with a pulse with no intention of following through. The real you that secretly loves girly shit but won't admit it in fear of your friends hating you for it." His lip quivered as tears built up on his waterline.

"If it wasn't for you this whole story line would've been much different. You gave me hope that this whole thing might just work out. You're my best friend, and before you get upset thinking I've friend zoned you. Just know that I love you with all my shitty heart." It was a little soon to be saying the word "love" but after helping murder people it was probably the least dramatic thing you could say. Stu lunged forward with the intention of kissing you. Instead his forehead collided with yours. You grabbed your head falling back from the force quickly holding your side which also started to pulse with pain. "I am so sorry." Stu said trying to check your forehead. "It's okay just give me a second everything is hurting."

If Billy was here Stu knew he'd take initiative. He'd grab your face making sure you weren't hurt and would somehow magically make the pain go away. But Stu wasn't Billy so he had to think of the next best thing. "What can I do to help?" He asked as you waited for the headache to stop. "Can you get the ice pack out of the freezer?" Now that he could do. He pulled open the fridge going straight for the ice box at the bottom. He grabbed the cute little plaid ice bag from the box and shut the door. "Here you go."

"Thanks." You held the bag on top of your head for a second as the cold helped alleviate the beginning of a migraine. Stu sat back down next to you watching you close your eyes. You really were one of the most beautiful girls he's ever seen. "Okay now if you promise not to beat me up you can have that kiss now." He carefully placed his lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. Stu pulled away wanting it just to be a cute little moment. "You didn't have to stop." You said giving him a weird look for the grin on his face. "I know. It's just... you actually smell terrible and I just couldn't go on much longer." You scrunched up your nose playfully smacking his good arm. Stu was back and you were glad to have him.

Your dad finally brought home the pizza noticing someone had already set the table. "Y/n I told you not to be-" He looked at you sitting on the couch with a magazine while Stu was fixing drinks. "What do you want to drink?" Stu asked grabbing the last empty glass. "I didn't know you hired a maid Y/n." That boy was whipped and your dad knew it the moment Stu got in his car. "I didn't, he offered to help." You defended yourself and Stu backed you up.

"It's true. I just wanted to help is all." He wasn't lying but there was more to it. You weren't able to do the few things you loved to do. Having the table set and everyone's food ready was like a love language of yours. Stu was just happy to see you smile because of something he did. "I'll have tea." Your dad sat the pizza on the table as you walked over to Stu. "What do you want to drink?" Stu asked you once he sat down your dad's glass of tea. "I am perfectly capable of making my own drink." You protested but Stu was determined. "I know but I'm already up and making glasses so what would you like?"

You mumbled an answer as he filled your glass. "Thank you." He just smiled at you telling you to sit down. Once Stu sat down everyone started grabbing pieces. "What kind of music do you listen to?" Your dad asked Stu before taking a bite of his pizza. Stu swallowed the food in his mouth before he spoke. "I listen to what most people my age do. A bit of the Beastie Boys mixed with some Nirvana. Nine Inch Nails is pretty cool." Stu saw the unamused look on your dad's face. "That new Elvis record sure is groovy." Your friend's impersonation made you nearly choke on your food. Your dad even laughed which was a hard thing to get him to do.

"He sounds just like you." Your dad pointed towards you. "I do not sound like that." He raised his eyebrow as your mouth hung open. "You definitely sound like that." Stu said choosing to side with your dad rather than you. You shrugged taking a drink from your glass. Once the box was empty your dad folded it throwing it in the trash. "Thanks for dinner Mr. L/n." Stu said making your dad shake his head. "You're welcome kid." Finishing the rest of your drink you stood up not with a wince in pain. "Woah you need help?" Stu asked as he quickly stood up ignoring his own pain. "No I'm fine. I think I'm going to take a shower."

The room got quiet. Stu didn't know what all that entailed and your dad was simply waiting for Stu to make a wrong move. "Dad I'm going to need you to show him how to cover this so he can help when you go to work tomorrow." The boy next to you looked at you like you were crazy. The thought of you being half naked with him and your dad in the same room gave him the heebiejeebies. "Don't he know how to cover his own wounds?" Your dad asked thinking the whole demonstration thing seemed awkward. He didn't do awkward.

"Oh I've just been letting the stitches breath." Stu said nonchalantly. You gasped at the admission in shock. "Good God. Both of you get up stairs to her bathroom I can't believe I've gotta do this." Your dad cursed under his breath. You and Stu started up the stairs before you had a chance to scold him. "Let me see them." You went ahead and started pulling at his shirt. "Unhand me woman!" He yelled embarrassing you. He laughed as he made his way into your bathroom.

Your dad made his way into the bathroom bemused by you and Stu's thumb wrestling match. "Y/n come here." You stood with your arms up as far as you could bring them. He grabbed the hem of the shirt trying to pull it off without hurting you. By this point he had the technique down. Stu cringed just thinking about what was under the bandage. Billy had told him what you did and how you did it. When you hit that wall the blade had curved going diagonally into your skin. They said it was a wonder it didn't go out the other side.

Stu had cuts on his arm and different sized cuts all over his abdomen. Some of which broke the skin on his back. You crossed your arms over your bra concealing what was already covered. "Can you get your shirt off by yourself?" Your dad asked his parental mode on. "Um yeah." Stu said getting up off the edge of the tub and slowly peeling off his shirt. "Jesus Christ boy." You covered your mouth seeing his blood stained tank top. "What?"

"That crazy son of a bitch sure did a number on you." He said looking Stu up and down. "I don't go down easy." He laughed not truly understanding how depressing the sight was to see. "You don't have to tell me that. Do you need help taking of the wife beater?" You mentally face palmed at his words. Stu started to peel the shirt off but his skin was stuck to it. "Ow fuck!" Stu cursed forgetting about your dad in the room. "I'm so sorry."

"How long have you had that shirt on?" Stu thought about it for a second. "Since last night." He really was helpless. "Get in the tub." Your dad sighed but he couldn't be mad at Stu. You told him about his family or rather the lack there of. Stu taught himself everything he knows so he's simply doing all he knows how to do. "Excuse me?" Stu asked not sure if he heard him right. "Y/n get me a warm wet rag." Your dad practically pushed Stu into the bathtub. What Stu failed to realize was that the fabric of the tight tank top had bonded to the fresh scab each stab wound had. If he just torn it off it would rip the scabs off leaving him bleeding again with the risk of infection. If he didn't already have one by now.

"Here hold the rag on each of your cuts to soften up the scabs." Stu did as told trusting that your dad knew what he was doing. "Now let's get this done really quickly. You watching?" Stu looked over at you as you smiled down at him all scrunched up in the bathtub. Even with your dad present it was an oddly intimate moment. "Take off all the tape and gauze. Throw it away, any time we take off the bandage it goes in the trash. Even if it looks clean." Stu nodded along mentally taking notes. He looked at your stitches noticing they didn't look near as bad as his. The bruising was absolutely horrendous but the wound itself looked great.

"Clean it with warm water only. Don't use alcohol or anything like that." Stu starred blankly regretting his previous actions. "If you did don't worry, I'm surprised you tried to clean it at all." You wanted to tell your dad to be nicer but you honestly agreed with him. He took a different wet rag wiping your side gently. "That doesn't hurt?" Stu asked worried about you. "Actually it's not that bad after awhile. It's mainly when I raise my arm to take of my shirt that it pulls the skin and hurts."

"After it's clean put some Neosporin on it and you cover it back up. Since she is taking a shower though I'll have to tape a piece of plastic over the bandages. Make sense?" It made sense but Stu knew he'd forget most of it. "How will I take a shower?" He asked your dad. The boy had been living without bandages since the hospital. He didn't know you needed to do all this extra work and his parents sure didn't ask if he needed help. "Honestly I think you'll just have to get a wash cloth and wash off for the next couple of days."

You saw the discouraged look on Stu's face. He was almost too cute to be a murderer. "Don't worry. We got each other's backs right?" You asked him dragging him from thought. "Of course." You and your dad slowly started peeling Stu's tank top off. You apologized every time he winced or cursed in pain. "Well now you'll learn not to do that again." Your dad said as he threw the ruined shirt in the garbage. The wounds on his pale skin were an angry red meaning he was probably starting to get an infection. Your dad helped clean each wound and after awhile everyone was making jokes.

He placed the last piece of medical tape down making sure he got all of the wounds. "That's the last of them I think. Now let's go get you a shirt on and let her take a shower." Stu slowly got out of the bathtub taking his sweater out of the bathroom with him. Your dad was just about to walk out before you hugged him. "Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me." He was starting to understand why you needed that boy over. "You'd be surprised." Your dad said as he left the room.

The shower was quick and careful. Making sure to avoid the new bandages at all cost. Once you got out and dried off you peeled the plastic layer off of your side, throwing it in the trashcan. You opened up your closet deciding to put on a robe because you struggled with shirts. You walked down stairs to tell everyone good night when you saw both Stu and your dad passed out on the couch. Your friend was curled up with his head on the chair arm, using it as a makeshift pillow. While your dad sat with his arms crossed and head back. You walked towards the TV set turning it off with a click.

"I was listening to that." Your dad mumbled. "Yeah I bet. Go to bed you've got work tomorrow and Stu. Stu?" You called his name slowly shaking him awake. His eyes were wide with confusion. That nap must have been deep. "Hey hun I'm going to bed. Your bed is already made up and everything." Stu barley understood a word you said. "I'll make sure he gets to bed and stays in it. Goodnight sweetheart." Your dad said as he kissed your forehead. You just smiled. "Night dad, love you." You said as he returned it. "Love you too."

Part 10

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(if your name has a line through it Tumblr wouldn't let me tag you)

[gluteus-canis-familiaris]

I wondered if people back home would ever know what it cost the soldiers to win this war. In America, things were already beginning to look like peace time. The standard of living was on the rise, race tracks and nightclubs were booming. You couldn't get a hotel room in Miami Beach, it was so crowded. How could anyone ever know of the price paid by soldiers in terror, agony, and bloodshed if they'd never been to places like Normandy, Bastogne, or Haguenau? reconcile the fact that Nixon followed Winters from OCS to the paratroops, that they were two officers born in the same year amongst a company of mostly 18-year old baby boys, that Winters was so impressed at Nixon getting him the support and ammo he needed at Brecourt and so flattered when Nixon asked him to give a lecture on leadership to the incoming officers after D-Day that he had to write in his memoir about how that 'cAuGhT mY AtTenTion', that immediately after Winters explains how you can't let yourself succumb to emotion at the loss of men while you're on the front-- lapses in his incredibly professional and technical recollection of the war to say that had he lost Nixon to that bullet to the helmet in Holland, that THAT WOULD BE HIS ONE EXCEPTION, that everyone went on leave to Paris and who knows where but Winters and Nixon were the only two officers spending their night on base together right before the news that the Ardennes offensive had broken through??????, that Nixon gave up his blessed leave to the States to stay on the front in Bastogne and help, oh I dunno, the general war effort I guess??, and not a singular, daily-shaving, suffering-in-silence 2nd Battalion XO????, that Winters unintentionally described Nixon's alcoholism as "BEAUTIFUL" because it meant Winters would watch over everything during the day while Nixon would watch over things for him during the night and that they were essentially a military match made in heaven (it's! on! record! the voice clip!! is out there!!!), that Winters looked at this stupidly handsome, post-demotion alcoholic on VE-Day and said.... u kno wat.... here's some more of the stuff..... i saved it all under special guard duty just 4 u.......enjoy......"bro"......., that Nixon was COMPELLED !!! COMPELLED !!!! to drag this guy's butt back home to Jersey with him after the war, that years after the show when Ron Livingston was asked what his favorite scenes to shoot/watch were, he brought up previously mentioned moment and describes loving the bromance aspect of it, and has the AU-DA-CI-TY to liken the tension in it to when you're "INVITING THE GIRL TO PROM" (?!?!?!?! his words!!! not mine!!!), that Winters was Nixon's best man AND gave the eulogy at his funeral, THAT--

[ds-sparrow-manufacturing-co]

everything we know about host!vic’s childhood

(a sisyphean attempt to figure out what the fuck their backstory is)

will this make complete sense? no! absolutely not! and it’ll probably change in two weeks time! but i have thoughts and i am announcing them via megaphone

also for ease i’m referring to them as ‘the host’ rather than ‘host!vic’ for the remainder of this post

the host’s birth family

we know the host was at one point raised by both their parents. were they together? god knows. at some point, their father abandons them/the family and moves to miami, leaving the host and their twin sister katie behind. it’s likely this happens when the host is 7 or younger, as they spend a large amount of time with their grandfather and nana from that age onwards.

when the host is 12, they’re still living with their mother and katie, who doesn’t come to their birthday party, implying that at this time either their father hasn’t left yet or, my belief, that their grandfather and nana are taking partial custody of the twins (well, it’s probably more that their mother is kinda just leaving them there for days at a time)

on the topic of the grandparents: we know the host had a grandfather (bill) who was married to their biological grandmother, who died before the host was born. bill then marries nana. the host also mentions their grandmother on their other side, who apparently takes a lot of cruises.

based on all of this, i believe bill & nana are the host’s maternal grandparents, and their unnamed grandmother is their paternal grandmother. this would suggest that they still had some contact with their father’s side of the family after he abandoned them, although considering she’s always on a cruise she may be avoiding the host and/or their family.

at some point after the host’s 12th birthday, their mother abandons(?) them and katie, and the two live with bill and nana for an undetermined amount of time. somewhat soon after this - when the twins are still young enough not to be safe home alone for too long - nana abandons them for four days, leading to bill divorcing her.

after this… we don’t know a ton. katie and the host grow apart, and as katie mentions their father abandoning them but not their mother it’s likely that she reconnected with their mother at some point. at some point so does the host, although they clearly still have a very strained relationship with their mother considering she refused to come to their birthday.

at some point, bill dies and his entire inheritance goes to nana. this isn’t super important to the timeline but depending on when this happens, it might explain their obsession with money as a power symbol. also the hayes steele thing. in my mind those two are connected but that’s up for interpretation.

as the host is apparently set to be the sole person organising nana’s funeral, it’s likely this was true for bill’s as well. we don’t know how old they were when bill died, but given katie’s absence from the funeral planning it could be assumed that she’s living with their mother at this point while the host is/was living with bill?

so, in summary, my best attempt to figure out the timeline is as follows: the host’s parents split up when the host and katie are around 7, and the two are left in the care of their mother, who regularly leaves them with their grandfather and nana. the host and katie grow apart, and around the age of 12 their mother leaves for a long period. during this time, nana leaves the two home alone for four days, leading to her divorce from the twins’ grandfather. their mother returns, and katie goes to live with her, while the host stays with their grandfather (who may be the only healthy adult in this whole family).

bonus thoughts:

if you subscribe to the idea that the host and the bianca were childhood friends (which i do), they presumably met after the host’s 12th birthday considering she didn’t attend it. this… doesn’t really make the david situation any less fucked up

it’s obvious katie was the golden child, and based on her having been a popular girl and the ‘nerd alert’ thing from nana it’s pretty easy to guess that nana encouraged the two fighting/katie bullying the host (something that their father also seemed to encourage, if we take the sippy cup story from augbert as fact)

[violetmuses]

The Wolf - A. Aretas 🔥🖤

Title: - The Wolf - A. Aretas 🖤🔥

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: One target seems invincible until you crossed his path.

Author’s Note: Hey! I've blended some of your requests to create this drabble. Enjoy! - V. 💜 @vergilnelosparda

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Flashback

Your father passed shortly after celebrating his extravagant birthday with loved ones.

Even his funeral took place in stunning fashion as you remembered this man through special traditions.

That same night, this letter reached the home and signaled one alert:

"Encuentra justicia para mí."

“Find justice for me.” You whispered English through tears while reading that message alone.

Time to go.

_______

Tracking down plots of different groups around the world, you've veiled action for months and wanted to score this plan as soon as possible.

One name finally pinged with your own family members out of nowhere.

The Aretas Cartel.

Leader Benito Aretas died in prison, and his wife Isabel became incarcerated herself.

Armando, the only child, walked free, but you vowed to switch that highlight.

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2020

Veiled through one crevice of this towered building, Armando Aretas just shot Captain Howard from the Miami Police Department.

“Bingo!” New henchman Zway Rodriguez quietly noticed Armando's score.

Still, there was no chance to rave.

“Get down.” Armando realized. This separate red light pinpointed his scope.

I'm a target. Aretas grounded the truth with each passing moment.

“Let's go.” Zway went on, encouraging more bloodshed. “What's wrong with you, man?”

“We can't shoot innocent people.” Taking his weapon and pulling himself together, Armando stepped away to abandon Rodriguez.

_______

“What the hell’s going on? Somebody's tryna kill you? Let's get 'em.” Zway crossed both arms while facing Armando.

“We can't even set up until I know who the person is, all right?” Armando shook his head

Seconds later, Armando freezes when this gun clicked right behind his head.

You stand with the firearm, ready to give your family members long-awaited justice.

"Slowly turn around.” You instructed his eye contact.

“Who are you?” Armando lowered both hands while facing your direction.

“It doesn't matter. You hurt my family. One bullet will solve everything.” You vowed, numb.

Right before you could release that trigger and perish Armando Aretas, another gunshot echoed and you dropped to one side, mainly hit in the leg.

Detective Mike Lowrey stands on the bridge after firing his weapon.

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2024

Following the death of Isabel Aretas, both you and Armando rotted in prison, but Mike Lowrey pulled a few secret deals to gain clearance.

At this point, joining AMMO from the Miami Police Department would cut down years behind bars.

“Almost killed me.” Armando grit his teeth every day.

"You stole my inheritance and used that money for weapons!" You nearly scream.

“Hey! Don't fight.” Mike Lowrey stepped through again.

“Hell will freeze over before I care about him.” You planned to walk out of here.

“Body bag. You wanna die instead?” Armando catches your wrist.

"Watch the venom. I'm trying to help y'all.” Mike spoke back.

"Let go of me.” You rasped, fed up before pulling away from Armando.

Prison would be better than this place.

______

Months later, you still couldn't gain justice, but Armando Aretas veiled himself in Mexico to hide from law enforcement. Out of sight, out of mind.

Mike Lowrey pulled strings once more and you returned home as well, but an international phone call reached your attention.

"Listen to me. I won't kill you." Armando Aretas rasped through whispers on that other line

"Fuck off!” You hung up this call and booked another trip out of the country.

No matter what, you didn't want to see this man again.

[hazelenergy]

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following...

Thank you @gorbalsvampire for the tag! Now for some oc brianworms music:

Event that defines your character's past:

Would You Come To My Funeral by the Crawlers Would you come to my funeral And mourn the me you never knew? ... But would you come to my funeral? There's a seat laid out for you I couldn't pass without telling you That I miss you

How your character sees themselves:

Advice & Vices by Chelsea Wolfe Cause I never listen to my own best advice, no Like one thing leads to another Like one heart bleeds for another

As Above, So Below by Sunshine Blind Another few weeks and I'll be somewhere else Another city or another country Out of money wearing dirty laundry ... Another few words and I'll be someone else My face depends on the storytelling What I am will be what I'm selling Who forgets who? May be just as well I may forget you I may forget myself

How others view them: going to be honest, there's a lot of feelings towards hazel, heres a few:

E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE! by CORPSE, Savage Ga$p "Man, I swear these goth girls finna fuck up my life"

I Hope You Die in a Fire by Grand Commander [self explanatory]

Warm Shadow by Fink Won't you stop breakin' in Red sky, red light, awakenin' And I don't want another day to break, no no no Take our, steal our night away

Wolf Like Me by Lera Lynn ft Shovels and Rope Baby doll, I recognize Your hideous thing inside If ever there were a lucky kind, it's You, you, you, you

Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic):

Anywhere but Here by PVRIS Smells like jasmine and clover Blood rushin' over And over and over Now we drop our composure Drunken or sober Just take me home 'cause I need you now

A major fight scene:

This one is less of a fight scene and more of a humanity drop moment with her 1st coterie: My Name Is Human by Highly Suspect Get up off your knees, girl Stand face to face with your God And find out what you are

Sabotage by the Beastie Boys this one has a particular scene from Hazel's first chronicle. She and her coterie discovered the headquarters the SI in Atlanta. The coterie all knew they were the Cam's favorite scapegoat, and decided to make sure the problem was uprooted before word ever reached their most merciful Prince's ears... or worse, their adoptive sire. Cue molotov cocktails, chase scenes to lure hunters into danger, computers being blue screened and harddrives smashed, and one explosion with three thinbloods not turning back to look at. It was almost perfect. Almost.

Opening credits song:

Atlanta: Six Feet Deep by The Warning But it's way too late, nothing left to hate Such a bitter taste, what a shame ... Yeah, what you gonna say when you're choking on my name? 'Cause it's over Six-feet deep I'll be seeing you underground! Got you figured out! Can't get any lower now 'Cause it's over Six-feet deep

Miami/Tampa: can u see me in the dark? by Halestorm, I Prevail Broken bones and blood shot eyes I hope you like my new disguise We're not the same, you and I So don't you dare forget In this crowded room alone In the search of things unknown The face I wear is not my own So don't you forget .... Come feast your eyes on me .... So can you see me in the dark? Are you watching it all fall apart?

OKC Interlude: Aint Killed Me Yet by Adia Victoria … So pour me one last drink And lit me one last smoke And keep the jukebox paid 'til we both go broke Now, it's a hard way of living but The living ain't killed me yet

@tommysdiner @duskbornbitchqueen (if yall havent already done so, tag youre it!)

[lovelytsunoda]

happiness for beginners // kyle kirkwood

summary: when her fathers death brings y/n back home to jupiter, florida, the last person she wanted to see was her highschool ex-boyfriend: kyle kirkwood, who once pushed her aside in favour of his racing career. as she tried to navigate her grief and pick up the pieces of her life, she wonders if maybe she never stopped loving kyle.

pairing: kyle kirkwood x ex-girlfriend!female reader

warnings: death of a parent, consumption of alcohol, breif mention of being cheated on (not by kyle) . second chance romance, talk of dropping out of university and past sexual activities.

it’s wasn’t supposed to end like this. he should have had another thirty years.

should have seen his eldest daughter get married, meet his grandchildren.but instead, life said ‘fuck you’ and struck her father down at the ripe age of fifty nine.

a heart attack, her mother had said over the phone when she found out. when she booked the first flight back to miami and a train ticket to jupiter. a small town filled with a lot of memories, some good, many bad.

she hated funerals, but never thought she’d be organizing one for someone she cared about this soon. the room was filled with flowers (he would have hated those, the pollen made him sneeze), a classic rock song about grief and loss playing overhead. she was dressed in all black, a call back to the dress she wore for her middle school graduation. it shouldn’t have still fit, although her boobs filled it out a lot better now.

“i need some air.” she looked at her sister shakily, mascara stains under her eyes. “tell mom where I went when she comes back this way.”

she didn't wait for her sister to say more, grabbing a can of smirnoff ice from the cooler as she left the stately country house that had been turned into a homely funeral parlour. she'd already had far too much to drink, numbing her feelings being the only thing allowing her to make it through the day.

unlike most girls her age, y/n had in incredible and loving relationship with her father. when she moved away for university, her father was always coming up with foolish reasons to go to charleston and see her. he taught her everything she knew, valuable life skills that would make sure she never needed to depend on a man if she didn't want to.

and now he was gone. he would never get to walk her down the aisle, or look at her future husband and say 'you picked a good one, kid'.

in the distance she saw a reception late comer, a bouquet of calla lilies in hand as he walked up the sprawling drive, packed to the brim with cars new and old: her father's classic car club had lead the procession, a fleet of cars from the fifties to seventies driving through jupiter at high noon, the vintage hearse in the middle of the fray.

kyle knew he shouldn't be there.

he hadn't seen y/n in five years, not since he'd fucked up so massively that he knew she was right for never wanting to speak to him again. but when lorraine y/l/n had called him mere days prior and said she didn't think her daughter was coping and could use a familiar face, he knew he couldn't just do nothing.

"kyle? what the fuck are you doing here?" the sight of her ex-boyfriend walking up the home's front steps was almost enough to sober her up, her words still coming out with a slight slur as she looked at the indycar driver. "don't you have a race to go win?"

"your mom called. thought you could use a friend."

"you're right. except all my friends hate me, and the ones who don't don't live in jupiter any more." she whined, downing another large swig of her cooler. "you shouldn't be here. not after what you did. it was prom night, kyle. you left me standing on the front step, dressed to the nines in a dress i had picked out just for you, waiting hours until my mom called your mom and found out that you had picked an indycar test over me."

pain rippled through kyle's veins at the way her voice broke. y/n hd been more than understanding about his racing career and the demands of being a modern athlete, because she had grown up with one. her younger sister was the youngest olympic swimmer in america, and she had never felt like she measured up, even after she got into usc charleston. but what he had done on prom night was unforgiveable. he just wished she had let him tell her the full story all those years ago, when she called everything off the day she packed up her dad's truck and left.

"you're drunk, y/n. how much have you had to drink today?" kyle's voice was stern, but still gentle as he tried to pry the can from his former girlfriend's hands. "i think you've had enough."

“you can’t tell me what to do, kirkwood. that can is the one thing keeping me from falling into complete and utter despair. I have nothing left, kyle!” she made a grab for the can, losing her balance and sprawling out over kyles lap.

kyle sighed, trying to help her sit up. “okay, it’s time to get you home.”

“kyle, is that you?”

“hi, lorraine.” kyle frowned as y/n got up and staggered towards the railing, promptly vomiting into the bushes. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“thank you.” lorraine smiled sadly, gently readying a hand on her daughters back. when her youngest daughter had explained that y/n had left to get some air, lorraine knew she needed to check on her. “she’s not coping, kyle. you know how close she and nick were.”

“I can hear you, and I don’t need him!” y/n spat, swatting at her moms hand. “I’m fine.”

lorraine’s voice was stern as she looked her daughter in the eye. “no you aren’t, let kyle drive you home.”

she could think of few things she wanted less than to be in a car with the man who broke her fragile, teenage heart. frankly, she’d rather drunkenly stumble through the streets of jupiter and let everybody gawk at her.

but kyle was firm with his grip as he guided her down the front steps, her legs shaky in her black pumps as he guided her towards his freakishly expensive car. she felt all the fight leave her body as kyle helped her into the passenger seat, her body noticeably falling limp.

“remind me never to drink this much again.” she whined, head slumping against the window as kyle started the car.

“it’s not like you’d listen to me anyways. get some rest, you aren’t well.”

she slept for most of the car ride, but it was an uneasy sleep, drifting in and out of memories as kyle pulled in front of the farmhouse. the driver helped her inside, guiding her out of her leather jacket and heels. she stumbled to the bathroom, collapsing in front of the bathtub before she started to heave.

kyle knelt behind her, gently pulling her hair away from her face. “it’s okay, you’re okay. let it out.”

“I can’t breathe.” she coughed out in between lurches of her stomach. “the dress is too tight.”

“it’s okay.” kyle soothed, gently undoing the zipper and peeling the fabric away from her burning skin. just the act of running his hands over her backs was conjuring memories for both of them.

memories of the last time kyle had touched her like that: their naked bodies tangled in sheets, her fingernails leaving deep divots in his shoulders, his lips on the column of her throat, hands clutching her back as she rode him.

“is this better, sweetheart?” he shook his head, trying to forget. he’d been trying to forget for five years now.

“yeah. can I have some space? some fresh clothes, maybe? my room is where it’s always been.”

kyle moved to kiss her forehead, pausing with his lips halfway to her hair. he didn’t get to do things like that anymore. he lost that right five years ago.

“yeah, I’ll be right back.”

while kyle was gone, she tried to recollect herself. the stinging scent of vomit that she tried to wash down the drain was sobering.

the fact that kyle kirkwood was in her house even more so.

she got to her feet, stumbling the the counter where she downed three capfuls of mouthwash, never feeling like it was quite enough as she rinsed her mouth and spat the spearmint liquid into the sink.

holding the front of her dress in place, she ascended the carpeted stair case, wondering what was taking kyle so long. the door to the master bedroom was closed; her mom had been sleeping in the guest room, unable to even consider sleeping in the king bed without nick.

kyle stood in the middle of her bedroom, clutching a ratty t shirt in his hands. she recognized it, of course. the mauve hurley shirt had been his.

“you’ve kept it all this time?”

“of course I did. it doesn’t smell like you any more, though. just the back of my closet.” she smiled sadly, leaning against the doorframe. “I’m sure you’re wondering why all these boxes are here. I’m coming home. temporarily.”

“I thought you loved it in carolina.” he frowned, helping her out of her dress. it was all he could do not to stare at the lacy black lingerie she wore, closing his eyes as she slipped out of the bra.

he was not an asshole, and he could definitely resist watching his ex undress.

at least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

“I moved in with someone I considered a very close friend. eventually, my boyfriend brad moved in with us. well, it turns out that my ex-friend was fucking brad. I needed to get out of the house, I was staying in a motel until mom called. and now I’m back here.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you. you didn’t deserve that.” kyle frowned, pulling her in for a hug. she notched her arms under his, pressing up on her toes and allowing her head to slot between his neck and shoulder.

it was comforting and warm; familiar.

“I don’t know what to do, kyle. truth be told, I don’t even like what I’m studying any more. I want to drop out.”

“let’s talk about this in the morning. when you’re sober.” he tried to soothe her, guiding her towards the bed “get some rest.” he insisted, laying her down and pulling the blankets over her shoulders. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

the andretti driver turned to leave, stopping in his tracks when he felt her slender fingers wrap around his wrist.

“stay” she insisted, voice shaky. “I don’t want to be alone. I can’t stand it.”

kyle frowned, looking at the small body wrapped in blankets. he had never seen her this fragile before. this broken.

“of course, pretty girl. I’m not going anywhere.” he slipped out of his suit jacket and shoes, quietly sliding under the covers and pulling her into his arms, trying not to think about the fact that she was wearing his shirt and and nothing else.

don’t be a douchebag, kyle, he kept telling himself.

he allowed himself one luxury, his lips dropping down tot he crown of her head, just barely kissing her skin. a reassurance that everything would be okay.

the next morning, kyles side of the bed was empty, the lingering smell of his cologne being the only indicator that he was ever there. y/n’s head was pounding as she shakily got to her feet, grabbing clothes from the top of her laundry basket, too lazy and miserable to do much more than grab clean panties from her drawer.

kyle was in the kitchen, the smell of fresh eggs permeating the air. the smell would have been enough to set off her nausea again if there had been anything in her stomach to regurgitate. she’d always hated the smell of egg.

“why the fuck are you still here?”

“ah, that’s the y/n i remember!” kyle laughed, placing a glass on the kitchen island as she sat down. “drink. it’s good for you.”

she frowned at the green sludge in the pint glass before looking back at her ex. “like hell I will. i would rather jump off splash mountain.”

“it’ll make you feel better.”

“no it won’t. why are you so chipper? you know what, don’t answer that. I’m still mad at you.” she felt childish for pouting and refusing the hangover cure, but the fact of the matter was that her anger over the death of a past relationship was the only thing holding her together.

if she stopped being mad at kyle, she’d have to feel her feelings about her dad, and that didn’t seem like a good option.

“it’s been five years, y/n.” kyle sighed, switching off the gas stove. “why are you still holding on? you never even let me explain.”

“five years is forever, kyle. a whole goddamn lifetime. I’m not even the same person I was when we were together.”

“will you just let me explain?”

she sighed, leaning forwards and slumping against the counter, fingertips rubbing at her temples. “fine. but only because it stops me from thinking about everything.”

“i moved hell and high water to get back in time for prom, y/n. i had everything timed perfectly until the weather delayed the test. we couldn’t go on the track in the rain, so we had to wait it out. o was so certain we were going to make it, but then there was traffic on the way back to the airport. i ended up running the last three blocks just to make the plane, and then we took off late, and by the time we landed in florida i knew I was late but you’d stopped answering my calls. the next time I saw you, you told me it was over.”

“you still picked a car over me. but I was stubborn, not letting you tell me why. i should have at least let you explain yourself.” the anger slowly ebbed out of her body. she knew that holding on was only holding her back from moving on, but she’d never stopped caring about kyle and that’s why it hurt so much.

“you know I’ve followed your career since? you put on a damn good show in long beach.”

kyle froze, halfway to his seat with two plates of breakfast, button down shirt marred with wrinkles. “you watch me race?”

“i still care about you, kirkwood.” she smiled sadly, reaching for a plate. “and I figured if you’d picked racing over me, you might as well be somewhat decent at it.”

kyle laughed, settling himself at the counter. “well, it’s been a roller coaster of a season, I’ll give you that. you know, some days I regret running that test. no racing seat was worth losing you.”

“you would have regretted not doing it. i know you, kyle kirkwood.” she reached across the dining space, resting her hand in his. “we both had different things we wanted out of life and we were too naive to realize it. and my path ended up not even being the one I wanted. I’ve made my mind up. I’m dropping out of usc.”

kyle couldn’t hide his look of surprise. the hallowed institution had been all she wanted when they were teenagers. moving their lives to carolina and working around his racing and her psych degrees was all they ever talked about.

“what? but you love that place. charleston was all you ever wanted.”

she shook her head, taking a bite out of the semi-burnt toast kyle had prepared (it was all she could stomach in her current state).

“there’s nothing left for me in carolina. it turns out that I really hate my major.” she laughed, coughing slightly on a bread crumb. “getting through my undergrad was hard enough, i hesitate to even think about my masters. the whole reason I had picked a program this long was because I was scared to face the real world anyways. losing dad has put that into perspective.”

“so what are you going to do?”

“remember my plan b? the plan where I would go to trade school and get my red seal and work with my dad, then travel cross country with you during the racing season? the plan that had seemed like just wishful thinking? well, dad left me the garage.”

that plan b had been wishful thinking, something to tie her over for a year or two whole she figured her life out if she didn’t get into usc, or her safety school. and now it was reality. the entire garage and everything in it was hers now.

“i don’t know the first thing about running a business, but this feels like a sign. i want to turn it into something, kyle. a place for women, all-female mechanics. too many good women get screwed over by mechanics who think that their client is more gullible or likely to pay more because she doesn’t understand what’s wrong with her car.”

that was the y/n that kyle loved: the one with the big heart who had dreams bigger than her body. the one who would be happy with that nice quiet life as long as she could be happy with herself. the one who acted before she thought about the repercussions because she was just so excited about something.

he reached across the kitchen island, gently grabbing her shoulders. “hold your horses, pretty girl. take a load off, come to nashville with me and take a few days to think this through. don’t give up on carolina just yet. remember, you deserve to be happy. and if trade school is what you really want to do, it’s not too late to go for it.”

“it’s so hard to hate you, kyle maclean kirkwood. even when you have a stupid fucking rich boy name.” she could feel the tears pricking at the back of her eyes, every feeling she ever had for the man in front of her bubbling back to the surface. “why did you let me let you go?”

letting him go had been one of the biggest mistakes she ever made. maybe that’s why it took her so long to get into another relationship afterwards. she kept comparing her suitors to kyle and none of them matched up to the talented, funny, sarcastic young man she had been with before she left florida.

“because I thought that was what you wanted.”

“of course it wasn’t, dipshit. i was just too stubborn to let you back in.”

she leaned over the kitchen island, her thumb tracing kyles jaw. he was still every bit as beautiful as she remembered. older, but not necessarily wiser. and she had changed so much. she wasn’t that small town girl who worked at the auto shop over her summers or that girl who danced barefoot on the beach belting ‘sweet home alabama’ with a white claw in her hand.

but maybe she could be that carefree again.

neither wanted to make the first move. kyle wanted to break first, but he knew it was important to let y/n make up her own mind about this. he’d feel like a dick for the rest of his life if there was even the slightest possibility that he had taken advantage of her aggrieved state.

“so are you going to kiss me or what, kirkwood?”

you didn’t have to tell kyle twice. he practically dove across the island to pull her into his arms, familiar motions that they had gone through so many times before as he pressed his lips to hers. gentle but firm, just the way he knew she liked it.

she was breathless as she pulled away, a giggle in the back of her throat. “you know my dad always hoped we’d get back together. he said he’d never seen me as happy as i was when I was with you. and I think he was right. i still love you, kyle.”

“and I never stopped loving you.”

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[aleyn-de-vries]

Diabolik Lovers: Rebirth And Royalty Chapter 1

NA. Hello, first written post, I think hahaha. Well I decided to create a fanfic of Kino and my OC that I have been putting off for a LONG LONG time and probably after this chapter I will put it off again because university takes up time (Understand, please). But well, here is the first written chapter. Unfortunately Kino won't appear so soon because these first chapters focus on Carolyne adapting to the life of the ghouls, so, enjoy.

Chapter 1: The Day That Everything Ended

It was the rainy season in the valleys of Cochabamba, after the December holidays. It was the night of January 15, 2020 to be precise. A girl with blue hair and a silver streak was trying to walk as best she could. With a broken ankle and supporting herself with a grab stick, it was not a good strategy to wander through the valley at night, especially since she did not know the environment where she fell. The sounds of nocturnal birds such as owls singing or the sound of crickets and toads could also be heard, which was the only thing that accompanied the young woman in this thick darkness. The phone she had had no signal and the battery was running out. If only she could find the Cochabamba - Oruro highway and wait for a bus that could take her back to Cochabamba or to the nearest town for medical attention. But with each step she took, the young woman did not know if she was getting closer or further away from civilization. It was supposed to be a memorable reunion. Her brother Kevin was the one who came to visit from Miami to see the rest of the family and also to go to the funeral of their maternal grandmother who passed away in Cochabamba. Both Carolyne and Kevin traveled from La Paz and Miami respectively to go to the funeral. Both of their parents and maternal aunt were eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Gomez brothers, who only had to board a flight from Cochabamba - La Paz that was supposed to take 30 minutes at the latest. The young woman began to remember everything that happened to get to the point where she is.

Let's go back a couple of hours, it was 6 in the afternoon at the Jorge Wilstermann airport. Both siblings were listening to music while waiting for the next flight that would take them to their family. Kevin was more of an electronic music fan, while Carolyne listened to a band called “Rise Against,” a band he became a fan of after playing one of their songs “Prayer of the Refugee” on “Guitar Hero 3” and the song “Re-education (Through Labor)” on “Guitar Hero World Tour.”

“Carolyne, could you pay attention for a moment?” Kevin asked the girl who was listening to the music.

“Of course I'm listening to you, am I paying a lot of attention to you?” Carolyne replied.

“Then tell me, which of the gifts are you going to give to the aunt and which is yours?” Kevin asked, somewhat annoyed.

“Auntie gets the necklace and I get the sweater?” Carolyne asked curiously, frustrating her brother in the process.

“It’s the other way around, kid,” Kevin said, annoyed.

“Oh, right, so that's it,” Carolyne replied.

“Oh, when will you change? You’re always in your own world. "Wake up, you're going to be a college student soon!" her older brother asked her.

Young Carolyne was a kind, quiet girl with few friends. She always liked to stay at home reading a fantasy book or a programming book, since the Academic Proficiency Test (APT) exams were just around the corner, which would determine Carolyne's future.

“Well, you are starting a new stage. You will take your exam for the college you want to go to, you will go to college at one of the best universities in Bolivia… And when you finish everything, we will do the paperwork for your American residency so that you have better opportunities in life.”

Indeed. Her brother moved to Miami as soon as he graduated from school, having been born there, and he took their mother with him to attend residency. All that was left was to save a lot and for Carolyne to finish her degree so that she could have a prosperous life. It seemed like the perfect plan when…

Two people were talking at a distance, they were the pilot and the traffic control. The traffic control man warned that a small radar was not working, but if the flight was wanted it could depart calmly, it was only a matter of visual planning. With that in mind, the pilots thought it was a better idea for the plane to take off that same night, after all, everyone had already paid for their tickets and the flight was only 30 minutes long. So they decided to board all the passengers and the flight took off. Apparently there were no problems… But as the saying goes, it is better to waste a minute in life than life in a minute. Meanwhile, on the plane, Carolyne looked at the landscape outside and Kevin was sitting next to her.

“I hope these days turn out to be better, Carol. You promised grandma at the funeral that you would do your best,” Kevin said and the girl just nodded.

“I am so excited! I want to see my dad, my mom and my aunt,” Carolyne said.

“So, tell me, what do you plan to study? Remember that you are already 18 years old,” the older brother asked her.

“What I plan to study is…”, the girl was interrupted by a sudden movement.

The plane had the bad luck of entering a storm cloud, so they decided to go inside. Suddenly, there was a jolt, then another stronger than the previous one. The wind shears, also called turbulence, were trying to destabilize the flight and the desperate screams of the passengers were getting louder. Kevin asked Carolyne to imitate what he did when a thunderclap hit the side where Carolyne was sitting, causing her chair and seat to come off the plane. The girl could only watch nervously as she fell 10,000 meters in free fall, getting soaked by the torrential rain as she watched the plane pass by and fainted thinking it was a dream.

Fortunately for her, the blue-haired girl fell in the valleys of Cochabamba. The treetops and the fact that she fell with her seat were what cushioned the fall. Meanwhile, when she reacted, she saw a horrible scene. At a distance from her, a thick ball of smoke could be seen ascending... It was the plane that fell a few kilometers from her.

“Kevin…” Carolyne said when she saw the thick cloud of smoke, her brother probably already passed away. The girl tried to get up but a slight pain wouldn't let her. Her right ankle ended up fractured, so she crawled and found a stick that fit her, so she leaned on the stick and started walking. Her goal was to find the road and say that she was the only survivor of that fateful flight. As she wandered further and further, she began to get lost in the valley, so she decided to continue looking for help, this time from a peasant. The bad thing is that probably in those places, most of the peasants speak Quechua, but Carolyne didn't know how to speak that language, she only learned English and French, but she never lost her curiosity to learn an indigenous language because she saw it as useless, but in this situation she swallowed her words and saw that it wasn't so bad to learn an indigenous language at this time. She only hoped that the person who finds her is someone kind and not hostile.

“I don’t care if the peasants call me privileged… I need help…”, the young girl thought.

She saw a small tunnel that would connect to the other side. The fame of the valley tunnels is that they connect different towns, so she decided to enter there to seek shelter from the rain or find another small town. The young girl continued walking deeper into the tunnel. After about 15 minutes, she reached the exit of the tunnel which was a place full of fig crops. The young girl tried to take a couple of figs for the road, when suddenly, the young girl began to cough up blood. She was not quite okay, she had internal bleeding that was aggravated by the effort she put in.

“N-No… I don’t want to die…”

The young girl tried to keep walking, but the tiredness made her fall into the mud. Carolyne ended up crying out of frustration. Her family already had a funeral... And now they will have two new ones, causing more pain to her hurt family. With those thoughts, the young woman closed her eyes and her heart stopped beating... Or at least, that's what she thinks.

[lapazfuneralhomemiami]

Choosing the Right Funeral Home in Miami: Why LaPaz Funeral Home Stands Out

Planning a funeral is an emotional and overwhelming experience for many families. Selecting the right funeral home in Miami can significantly ease the process, ensuring your loved one receives a dignified and respectful service. LaPaz Funeral Home is committed to providing compassionate care and professional guidance during this difficult time. In this post, we’ll discuss key considerations when choosing a funeral home in Miami and why LaPaz Funeral Home is a top choice for families.

1-Understanding Your Needs

When looking for a funeral home, it’s essential to understand what services are most important to you and your family. Do you need a traditional burial, cremation, or a customized service? LaPaz Funeral Home offers a wide range of services, including:

Traditional Funerals: We provide full-service funerals that include viewings, religious services, and burial arrangements. Cremation Services: If cremation is preferred, we offer a variety of options to honor your loved one’s memory, from direct cremations to memorial services. Pre-Planning: We also assist with pre-planning, helping families to make decisions in advance to alleviate stress later.

With such a wide selection, LaPaz Funeral Home ensures that every family finds the right service to suit their wishes and budget.

2-Reputation and Experience

One of the most important factors in choosing a funeral home is its reputation within the community. LaPaz Funeral Home has been serving the Miami area for years, providing exceptional service and care. We are known for our attention to detail, personalized services, and support for grieving families.

Whether it’s the quality of the facilities or the professionalism of our staff, families can trust LaPaz Funeral Home to deliver compassionate care that honors their loved ones. We understand the cultural diversity of Miami and offer services that respect the various traditions and customs that are important to the community.

3-Cost Transparency

Funerals can be a significant financial burden, so it’s important to choose a funeral home that is upfront about costs. At LaPaz Funeral Home, we believe in transparency. We provide detailed pricing for our services, so families can make informed decisions without any hidden surprises. Whether you’re planning a large service or a simple ceremony, we offer flexible options that meet a variety of financial needs.

4-Location and Convenience

Convenience is another critical factor when selecting a funeral home. LaPaz Funeral Home is centrally located in Miami, making it easily accessible for families throughout the city and nearby areas. Our facility is designed to provide a peaceful environment where families can gather and remember their loved ones in comfort. We also offer ample parking and accommodations for guests, ensuring a seamless experience.

5-Personalized Services

Every life is unique, and a funeral should reflect that. At LaPaz Funeral Home, we take pride in offering personalized services tailored to the life and legacy of your loved one. From custom floral arrangements to multimedia tributes, we help families celebrate the individuality of the person who has passed. Whether you want a traditional religious service or a more contemporary celebration of life, our team works closely with you to create a meaningful tribute.

Why LaPaz Funeral Home Is the Right Choice

Choosing a funeral home is a deeply personal decision. At LaPaz Funeral Home, we strive to provide the support and services families need to honor their loved ones in a meaningful and respectful way. Our commitment to professionalism, compassion, and transparency sets us apart in Miami.

When you choose LaPaz Funeral Home, you’re choosing a partner who understands your needs, respects your traditions, and provides the highest level of care during this challenging time.

If you are searching for a trusted funeral home in Miami, we invite you to contact LaPaz Funeral Home today. We are here to help guide you through the process and ensure your loved one’s memory is honored with dignity.

[bernardogarciamiami]

Choosing the Best Funeral Home in Westchester, FL: Services and Support for Your Family

Introduction:

Choosing the correct Funeral Home Westchester, FL is a big decision though you will only see them when there’s a death in the family. Apart from delivering important services required to pay tribute to your beloved, it is an establishment that provides comfort to families in mourning. That is why it is important to select a suitable facility out of the available choices. The information that will help any family decide on which funeral home in Westchester to choose will be discussed in this article including the kind of services offered, the cultural issues, and of essence the care that the funeral home shows. Knowledge of these factors makes it easier to decide on this emotional process.

Some Important Factors To Consider For Choosing A Funeral Home In Westchester, FL

Range of Services Offered

The sort of services being offered by the funeral homes in Westchester, FL, is the first thing that you need to look for when you are choosing one. A good funeral parlor should have plans for burial, cremation, non/religious ceremonies, and event planning. Further, check the services that are exclusive and may include personalized funeral services or green burial.

Culture Outlook and Diversity

Westchester is a cosmopolitan society today, therefore it is wise to select a funeral home that accepts the culture and values of a given ethnicity. Families usually prepare their lost one’s burial in compliance with cultural or religious practices they hold. There are always institutions with highly qualified staff specializing in multiethnic traditions, so choose funeral homes that will take care of all stages, starting with rituals and ending with clothing.

Reputation and Reviews

In this case, a look into more info about funeral homes in Westchester is important in trying to understand the quality of care of the funeral homes. Everyday real-life experiences such as the reviews done online the testimonials given out or even recommendations from friends or relatives. A funeral home with word-of-mouth approval is likely to be more truthful and committed to giving proper dignity to the deceased. Furthermore, it also helps to cross-check any membership to any professional body or certification as an extra precaution.

Staff Compassion and Support

To the experience at a funeral home, the attitude of the staff and their availability greatly matter. Search for a team that is compassionate, patient, and concerned. Funeral directors and the funeral establishment’s staff should extend good public courtesy to make the families’ burdens lighter. While consulting, learn how they relate themselves to you and if they are willing to hear and respond to your issues competently.

Facility and Amenities

Recipients must also pay attention to the operating funeral home and its capabilities in terms of their offerings. Comfort and friendliness of the surroundings also have an impact on the families and friends of the deceased. Try to preview areas where more extensive crowd-fitting can take place and areas where only specific family gatherings can be held.

Conclusion:

Selecting the right Funeral Home Westchester, FL would help in paying tribute to the life of your loved one and be of great help to your family in these times. In particular, comparing and contrasting the services offered, recognizing cultural sensitivity and staff care and the available facilities and services of the center will help to make the right choice in favor of the center suitable for your family. More so, a kind and reputable funeral home will be ready and willing to guide and assist one through this difficult time. Such businesses like Bernardo Garcia Funeral Homes are ready to take much care of all the nuances so that families can only face the bitterness and try to expand comfort in their misfortune.

[killed-by-choice]

Carolina Gutierrez, 21 (USA 1996)

When Carolina was only 13 years old, she came to America from Nicaragua as a refugee. She didn’t know that permissive American abortion laws would lead to her early death.

When Carolina was 20, she was happily married with two children, a boy and a girl. She became pregnant again in 1995. At first, both Carolina and her husband José were excited and even bought clothes for the baby. But Carolina started to worry about money and had second thoughts. José didn’t want his child to be killed and tried to reassure Carolina that she didn’t have to have an abortion, but his efforts were in vain. Carolina got a friend to drive her to an abortion facility on December 19, 1995. She paid $225 in cash for the abortion that took her child, her legs and her life.

The night after the abortion, Carolina was in terrible pain. She called the abortion facility for help, but they hung up on her. Over the next two days, Carolina left messages on the abortion facility’s answering machine, but nobody returned her calls or helped with her rapidly worsening condition. On December 21, Carolina’s family called 911 because she could barely breathe at all. By the time she was rushed into the emergency room, she was already in septic shock.

Carolina had a torn uterus that was so infected that the infection spread across her entire body over the past few days. She had to have an emergency hysterectomy and was placed in the ICU. She was suffering from both sepsis and gangrene. Her husband spent as much time as he could by her side, comforting her. He was grieving from the loss of his child and terrified of losing his beloved wife too. He couldn’t sleep because he was so worried about Carolina.

Despite the best attempts of the doctors who ran the ICU, Carolina’s fingers and toes turned black from gangrene. She had to have her limbs amputated in an attempt to control the lethal infection.

Carolina’s 21st birthday came and went while she was dying a slow and excruciating death in the ICU. Doctors were unable to save her and she finally died from her “safe and legal” abortion on February 5, 1996. She was survived by her heartbroken husband and her surviving children.

Carolina’s husband José with his surviving children. (Alba and Darwin)

"I have lost the love of my life," Jose said in a press conference. "I'm heartbroken. They have taken my happiness away."

Carolina’s death was easily preventable. The Miami Herald confirmed that abortion facility regulations were in effect in 1980— but those critical regulations were later thrown out as being “too restrictive” and a much more lax code was passed in 1988. According to the Miami Herald, at the time of Carolina’s death “Annual inspections for Florida’s 65 licensed clinics [consisted] of six questions — all answered from paperwork, not examination of medical equipment or operating practices or staff training.” In other words, nobody had even inspected the facility that sent an internally injured client home to die of sepsis and gangrene.

Pro-abortion groups are the ones that loudly oppose any regulations (even basic standards of care) and are instrumental in their defeat and repeal. They want more abortion, no matter the cost to women’s lives and health.

After Carolina’s excruciatingly lethal abortion, the facility was finally inspected. While investigating the facility, officials discovered that although Carolina could not read English, her only consent form was in English — and the line for her signature was blank.

A local pro-life group called Dade County Right to Life raised the money to cover Carolina’s funeral expenses and helped Jose to care for Alva and Darwin. Had Carolina been aware of the resources offered by pro-life groups such as this one, it is unlikely that she would be dead.

Carolina at her funeral

[openheartfanfics]

ETHAN RAMSEY X F!MC SMUT & NSFW

ONE SHOTS D-F

Dance with me - @perriewinklenerdie

Date Night Part Two - @lem-20 

Delicioso - @takemyopenheart Dominant Ethan speaking Spanish. That’s it. That’s the summary.

Déjà Vu - @openheartthot Ethan and Camille’s dinner plans devolve into something a bit less…sophisticated. Sequel to Layers, set during OH:SY chapter 13.

Desire - @coffeeheartaddict2  Post country club to when Casey wakes Ethan up to tell him that she has figured out what is wrong with Naveen from Casey’s perspective.  [1.15]

Desk Job - @aworldoffandoms  Ethan struggles to keep his composure when he has some unexpected company with the arrival of his girlfriend, Harper Emery, while on the job. Feat. Harper x Ethan x MC

Dinner with Chief Ramsey - @choiceskatie   Ethan gets a special visitor when he fails to come home from the hospital.

Dirty Talk - @jamespotterthefirst   Their workout session takes a steamy turn.

Distracted Art Appreciation - @queenbirbs  It takes him fifty-six days in the jungle to get over her. Or, well, so he thought.

Do It For Me - @usuallyamazinglyaverage  MC’s accidental slip-up has consequences. Kinktober: daddy kink, dirty talk, dry humping, hair pulling, begging, restraints and swallowing

Doctor’s Orders - @boneandfur “You have no idea how much i want you.”

Doctor’s Orders - @jamespotterthefirst   His knees crack when it matters the most.

Distracting - @jamespotterthefirst   Ethan is never going to meet that deadline when his wife looks that distracting.

Dreams - @the-pale-goddess   Ethan and Tiffany have sex dreams and things turn steamy.

Early morning - @perriewinklenerdie

Early Morning Sex - @daddyethanramsey 

Edenbrook’s Picture Day - @lapisreviewsstuff 

Encore - @rookie-ramsey  MC and Ethan have an evening well spent.

End this nonsense - @perriewinklenerdie

Escapade - @jamespotterthefirst 🦃 A quick getaway in a coat closet during a friend’s party.

Everybody Hurts Sometimes - @coffeeheartaddict2 📚Ⓜ [extended: series] Casey is a top intern at Edenbrook, Ethan is the lead of Diagnostics. 

Part 1: Fun In the Sun ♥ 

Everything - @lem-20  Ethan and MC spend the night at his apartment after his love confession. 3.16 missing scene

“𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅” - @aag8  5 years later everything has changed for them.

Fantasy - @xxtraord1nary  Ethan gets caught up in a steamy fantasy about Charlotte, his protégé who continues to plague his mind.

Fantasy - @lsvdw-blog  Write a fantasy one of them has about the other.

Fatherly Advice - @shewillreadyou  At the advice of Naveen, Rhyann uses her feminine wiles to persuade her fiance to join her for a charity benefit in the form of a costume party. Kinktober Day 4: Uniforms and Deep-throating. Feat. Platonic Naveen

Feel It - @togetherwearerapture

Feel Me - @perriewinklenerdie  OH3 Chapter 11 added content. Round two after Ethan’s love confession.

Fever - @ofmischiefandmedicine   After an evening full of temptation, Ethan Ramsey must face the inevitable truth – Laura Levchenko is a woman impossible to forget.

Fight - @starrystarrytrouble Ethan and MC are fighting and everyone at Edenbrook knows it.

Flight of Fancy - @takeharryandgo  Ethan reflects on the night in Miami while flying home to Boston.

Florals - @jamespotterthefirst  Ethan is a fan of that floral dress on her.

Fire & Desire - @heauxplesslydevoted After the funeral, Naomi heads to Ethan’s apartment for comfort. Let’s pretend that 30 diamond scene in chapter 12 didn’t happen, okay?

Follemente Innamorata - @helloayz  Ethan will finally tell those words to Anj

For Lost Time - @jamespotterthefirst They continue to make up for lost time after their encounter in his car. Set during the events of Book 2, Chapter 12

For The First Time - @the-writerly-night-owl  They finally took that next step in their relationship and Ethan loved every bit of it.

For The Love of Texting - @takeharryandgo  He hates texting, but he doesn’t hate it quite so much when he’s texting her. Return of the sexting.

Forbidden Fruits - @coffeeheartaddict2 It is the end of the first day for the new batch of interns and one in particular catches the eye of Ethan. [1.2]

Forever and Always - @takemyopenheart What happens now that Ethan and Luz finally get a moment to themselves in the office?

Forget You - @takeharryandgo  Meredith is finally, resolutely done with him. Well, almost.  Set shortly after book 2, ch 8.

Fourteen Hours - @writinghereandthere  Dr Ramsey and Mariana work through the aftermath of an accidental night together while on-call.

Free Pass - @justanotherrookie 🍘 Ethan, Tobias and MC threesome

Freed From Desire - @whenyourheartskipsabeat  A soundproof room. 

[cinematicnomad]

hahahahahahahahahaha, yeah, yeah, okay, this is very funny, cuz that is in fact where i grew up. it’s, like, five minutes from my childhood home via car. 😂

small world!!! that's totally wild! my family was spread around the area—some in miami, boynton beach, coral springs, etc. i went down there for my great uncle's funeral in?? 2021? but before that i hadn't been back since 2010. sadly i gotta admit, it is not my favorite part of the world lol

[thekotaroo]

Profiles of Pride: June 7th!  🏳️‍🌈Brianna Ghey🏳️‍🌈

Brianna Ghey was a 16-year-old transgender girl and a Year 11 pupil at Birchwood Community High School. Her parents described her as "a larger-than-life character who would leave a lasting impression on all that met her". According to her friends, Ghey would often help younger trans girls safely and legally access hormone replacement therapy. They also said she had faced years of transphobic harassment and bullying before she was killed, including at school, a part of which was being repeatedly "gang beaten".

In addition to being a student, Ghey was also a TikToker under the username @gingerpuppyx, with her number of followers variously reported as 11,000, 31,000 and 63,000. On TikTok, she was known for miming and dancing to popular songs. One of her final TikToks said that she was "excluded from school". After her death, her TikTok account was deleted.

On the afternoon of 11 February 2023, Ghey was found with multiple stab wounds on a path in Culcheth Linear Park by members of the public. Emergency services were called at 3:13 p.m. and she was pronounced dead at the scene. A Home Office postmortem has been ordered to determine the cause of death. On 15 February 2023, prosecutor Leanne Gallagher said the attack on Ghey was "extremely brutal and punishing".

On 8 March 2023, an inquest into Ghey's death was opened at Warrington Coroner's Court, and subsequently adjourned until after the trial. A pre-inquest hearing is scheduled for 17 August 2023.

Ghey's funeral was held at St Elphin's Church, Warrington on 15 March 2023.

Ghey's death prompted responses from her family, local community, politicians, charities, activists, and musicians. Ghey's family said her death had "left a massive hole in our family". Emma Mills, headteacher of Birchwood Community High School said: "We are shocked and truly devastated to hear of the death of Brianna." A parent of one of Ghey's friends, speaking with the Daily Mail, alleged that the killing was a hate crime.

The Miami Herald reported that thousands in the LGBTQ community and users of social media were grieving over the stabbing death of Ghey. LGBTQ rights charity Stonewall and transgender youth charity Mermaids expressed sympathy for Ghey's family. Transgender community helplines reported large increases in calls soon after Ghey's death, with topics concerning "transphobia, gender identity and hate crimes". 

A report by NBC News on the killing concluded that "the climate in the U.K. has grown increasingly hostile for trans people over the last few years", noting that the BBC had recently published the article "We're being pressured into sex by some trans women", which was accused of "[painting] all transgender women as sexual predators". American magazine Vogue connected the killing to online transphobia, writing that "there's a near-constant questioning of trans rights that reinforces the idea that trans men and women are trying to fool us, to trick us, that their deeply personal gender identity is an affront to the status quo and how we live."

A GoFundMe page for Brianna’s parents described Ghey as an “outgoing, confident girl” and added: “She brought a lot of laughter to those who knew her. She was looking forward to taking her exams this year and beginning her journey into the adult world.”