#motorcycle quilt

[raggednorth]

A couple of black, white, & red quilts today. I love the black & white with a pop of color idea. I used it quite a bit when I did my paper crafting, now I do it when I quilt too.

This first one was made with some cute dog flannels I found in my stash.

I found this awesome motorcycle flannel at JoAnn's and thought it would make a pretty awesome masculine quilt. I like how it turned out, plus I love the minky I used on the back!

[tj-crochets]

Next baby quilt top is done!

Not my usual color scheme or pattern or…anything, really, but it’s Georgia Bulldog colors for a charity fundraiser rally thing run by a relative of a relative and that’s what they wanted so it’s what I’m making

[forcedfemme-me]

Nikki Taylor by Gilles Bensimon 1991

[lintarose]

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[jorde-calf]

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[uniqueartisanconnoisseur]

Elkhart County Indiana, the Amish Experience & More!

Elkhart County Indiana, the Amish Experience & More!

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[flowerpotmage]

Caught in the Rain

Bucky comes by for a visit, and you both get caught in the rain.

Pair: James "Bucky" Barnes & GN!Reader

Notes: fluff and kisses and Bucky just being a ray of sunshine

Word Count: 1k

Read this work on Ao3 here. If you like my work, please consider leaving kudos there as well! You do not need an account to do so.

A concrete bench in the rain is arguably not the ideal setting for the purpose of basking in nature. Even shielded somewhat from the drops of water that fall from the sky, the concrete soaks up the atmospheric moisture and chills the uncomfortably hard surface further—even through your raincoat. Still, the smell of the rain, the petrichor of wet grass and concrete, blankets you with all the peace and comfort of a homemade family quilt.

A chirp in your pocket disrupts your pensive state, and after a short pause, you reach into your pocket for your Stark Phone. The screen wakes when you lift it to your face, a message in glowing letters disrupting the soft gray air with harsh white-blue light.

Almost there

It’s less than a minute later when the author rumbles around the corner on his motorcycle, slowing to a stop at the sidewalk in front of your bench. You stand when he kicks down the stand, all wet black cloth and leather and sleek dark helmet, unable to hide your broad grin as he lifts the helmet off his head.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smiles at you. The rain is only a drizzle now, so you step out onto the unsheltered sidewalk towards him. “How about this rain, huh?”

You chuckle. “I don’t mind it. Was the ride bad?”

He shakes his head slightly, smiling his little half smile and keeping his eyes on yours. The blue sparkles brightly against the black of his clothes and the gray of the buildings and skies behind him. “Peace of cake.”

You close the distance, holding a hand out to him. He balances his helmet on his lap, reaching out his glove-covered flesh hand to take yours and squeeze it gently. The misty drizzle dusts his long dark hair with silver droplets, the strands messy from the helmet and tucked behind his ears.

“I know the plan was to go back,” he says, eyes crinkling further as you swing your hands between the two of you. “But I don’t wanna risk the wet roads with you on the bike.” His face turns apologetic.

“What, you mean the bike doesn’t turn into a car at the push of a button?” you tease, stepping into his space to brush a stray droplet of water from his hairline. Your thigh presses against the outside of his own, and his knee, from where he still sits on the bike. “It’s okay, James. We can stay at my place tonight, or until it dries up.”

His smile turns to one of gratitude, lifting your hand to kiss the knuckles. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll go park and meet you back here.”

You nod, stepping back and squeezing his hand before letting go. He pulls his helmet back on and rides off around the other corner where the nearest parking garage waits. You follow on foot.

Bucky laughs when he finds you waiting at the garage entrance, helmet in his left hand. “Couldn’t wait to see me again, huh?”

“Mhm,” you hum in affirmation. “Plus, standing around was getting boring.”

“Fair enough,” he says, kissing the top of your hair when he reaches you, now as wet as his.

You smile, eyes closing and taking his free hand. “I know you said the ride was fine, but how was the rain, really?”

“Should’ve checked the weather and borrowed a car,” he says, and the two of you begin the short walk back to your building, hand in hand. “But it’ll be nice to have a night off the compound.”

“Getting tired of your roommates already?”

“Maybe you just want you all to myself, sweetheart.”

The flattered and flustered warmth that rushes through you makes the sudden downpour all the more icy, shocking a gasp from you.

“Oh, Jesus,” Bucky says, tugging your hand. “Let’s run for it.”

With one hand in Bucky’s and the other trying to pull your raincoat hood up over your head, you jog behind Bucky back to your building. Puddles splashing under your feet cast water onto one another’s legs, rainwater dripping down your neck and into your shirt collar, then down your back. Already, just steps from the front door, you can feel yourself shivering.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re soaking,” Bucky says, looking at you with sympathy as he pushes through the front door and pulling you in after him. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

He’s not as soaked as you are, apparently, his motorcycle gear having kept him shielded from the worst of it. You both know he doesn’t need the same protection as most for a simple ride, but when you’d told him once how nervous it makes you, he made a point to dress the part for your peace of mind—with, of course, the additional knowledge that you found motorcycle gear quite attractive. Though the gear had kept his body mostly dry, his hair is plastered to his skin, dark brown soaked to black and clinging to his jaw and his neck.

He keeps an arm around you in the elevator, rubbing your arm to warm you up through several floors and then down your hallway.

“Still can’t get over how you’re not cold,” you say, shivering as he closes your front door.

He chuckles. “Come on, let’s get you dry.”

Bucky helps you take off your raincoat, your jacket. Your shirt underneath is still somewhat dry at least, but your skin is cold and clammy and Bucky wraps his arms around you, rubbing his flesh hand vigorously up and down your back to warm you up, peppering kisses on your hair and forehead.

“Buck,” you say. “Your clothes are soaking too, I don’t know how much this is gonna help–”

“Shit,” he says, pausing. He pulls back slightly, pressing another kiss to your face, the skin on your cheek under your eye.

You chuckle, still shivering slightly and watching with a smile as he sheds his jacket.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he says, pressing another kiss to your face and wrapping you back up in his arms. While your skin is damp and cold, the small amount of moisture on his skin has done nothing to temper the steady warmth of his body, and you can’t help but burrow further into his embrace.

“It’s okay, angel,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Still holding you close, he does his best to walk the two of you to the bathroom. He’s only slightly hampered by the numerous kisses the two of you begin exchanging in some sort of childish competition, broken by smiles and chuckles, and ended only when he pulls one of your towels off the rack to start drying you off.

“Your hair,” you say, feeling much like a troublemaking kitten after a flea bath with the way he playfully roughs the towel around your back, practically scrubbing the water off your skin. He leaves the towel around you, carefully draped over your shoulders like a shawl, and takes the second towel in the room to dry his hair.

“Better?”

“Better.”

[cryptomiracle]

Ӝ̵̨̄λατρείαӜ̵̨̄

(cult - by M)

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒄𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕.

genre:x reader / oneshot / angst (?)

WARNINGS:

blood

stalking

May seem a little rushed near the end

Readers gender is not mentioned + they/them pronouns used when referring to the reader.

The backstory of the cult and how reader got roped into it is vague, however I wouldn't mind explaining if anyone is curious.

Toby's personality is based on my own personal headcanons

Any brands, restaurants, or deity mentioned in this came purely off the top of my head, any relation to real life things is coincidental.

This is a work of fiction, it's not supposed to be accurate to an ACTUAL cult, I just got done watching midsommar and I wanted to write sum kinda like it 😭

Ƹ̵̡⁠Ӝ̵̨̄⁠ƷƸ̵̡⁠Ӝ̵̨̄⁠ƷƸ̵̡⁠Ӝ̵̨̄⁠ƷƸ̵̡⁠Ӝ̵̨̄⁠ƷƸ̵̡⁠Ӝ̵̨̄⁠ƷƸ̵̡⁠Ӝ̵̨̄⁠ƷƸ̵̡⁠Ӝ̵̨̄⁠ƷƸ̵̡⁠Ӝ̵̨̄⁠ƷƸ̵̡⁠Ӝ̵̨̄

Tobys POV:

It was a cold autumn night, you lived in a house surrounded by woods.

The leaves on the ground created a slew of yellow, brown, and orange hues.

The wind howled, creating an uneasy atmosphere, a setting that would be perfect for a slasher movie.

Your unconscious body rested on a quilted blanket, you were laying on your side, where he couldn't see your face.

He was disappointed that he couldn't see 𝑎𝑙𝑙 of you, but at least he got to bask in your presence.

you had a hard day at work, rude customers and a demanding boss can take a toll on people.

His blood boiled hearing how those customers talked to you earlier, how they disrespected you.

Did they not know they were talking to a heavenly being?

You're beautiful, a living, breathing, piece of artwork.

Everything about you drove him insane, you were so captivating, almost sirenic, he had to have you.

He just had to.

He would give himself as a sacrifice to you, if he could.

*buzz buzz*

the phone in his jacket pocket vibrated

he pulled it out and turned it on, the screen dimly lit up.

It read "one new message"

He opened his contacts to see a message from no one other than jeff the killer.

gef: "slendr says u need 2 come back and report everything u found."

gef: *is typing...*

gef: "now."

Turning his phone on silent, he slid it back into his pocket.

He signed, creating a foggy stain on your window.

He climbed out of the tree he was in, the leaves crunched under his shoes.

He walked down the sidewalk, and back to where he parked his motorcycle.

he turned the ignition, and made his way back to the forest.

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He was going 30 miles over the speed limit, causing his messy brown hair to fly back.

He had nothing but his goggles, and his mouth guard on to protect him.

he's always enjoyed taking risks, the adrenaline rush he got from putting himself in danger, and the craving for more, was always enough to keep him going..

That was until he found you.

now nothing is as filling and nothing gives him that rush he needs, his hunger for more is even more insatiable than it was before.

He's been watching you for a good five months now, and each time he sees you, the urge to take you for himself and 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 himself, grows stronger.

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He made it back to the manor, he turned the ignition once more, turning it off and pulling his keys out.

He walked up to the big wooden door, grabbed the rusted door handle and pulled it open.

He was met with warmth, the fire from the fireplace burning brightly.

The people surrounding it consisted of jeff, who was sitting in a beat up recliner he'd claimed as his own, sally, who was sat in front of the fire, was making her teddy bear a dress, and clockwork, who was sitting on the couch, writing something down in a simple notebook.

Not bothering to say hello, toby continued making his way to slendermans office.

He walked up the stairs, they creaked under the added pressure.

He soon approached a giant door, it was designed with what seemed to be the tale of slenderman.

He knocked three times, each louder than the other.

The door slowly opened on its own to reveal a big wooden desk, right in front of a balcony looking out into the forest.

Standing on the balcony, he saw slenderman.

His tall, and slender form, almost blending into the trees in the background.

??: "Enter tobias."

A stren voice in his head spoke, giving him a little headache.

Toby stepped into the room, he walked over the hardwood floor and onto a rug that looks like it's from the victorian era.

??: "I hope you have some useful information for me, unlike last time."

That same voice, booming in his head.

Toby: "..."

He glanced away from slendermans back, and instead looked at a large bookshelf to his left.

??: "I see."

??: "I assume you haven't killed them yet either?"

Toby's heart dropped, he thought he was just supposed to collect information on you, not kill you.

Slenderman turned around, and walked over to toby.

He stood in front of him, towering over him, making toby look puny in comparison.

??: "Come now tobias, don't tell me you've fallen for them?"

He took his slender hand, and put it on Toby's shoulder, squeezing it tightly

toby merely shook his head no, as he furrowed his brows.

??: "Don't try to lie to me boy.."

A long black tentacle sprouted from his back, he wrapped it around Toby's neck, lifting him off of the ground.

He made a sad attempt at clawing at the tentacle, trying to break free, but it didn't work.

??: "I can see the fear in your eyes when i mention killing them, the way your palms become sweaty, how your heart beat speeds up, your blood pumps faster.. I can hear it all."

??: "You're not very discreet tobias."

He finally released him, his body went limp, and fell to the ground.

Toby quickly sat up and felt his neck, he looked down at his hand, it was covered in a slimy residue.

??: "Get out."

The voice loudly echoed in Toby's head, causing his nose to bleed.

Slenderman looked down at toby, if he had a face, he would be scowling.

Toby ran out of slendermans office, and into the halls.

He took a swift left, and found his room.

He roughly opened the door, then slammed it shut.

He went into a fit of rage, trashing his room, ripping his posters off of the wall, punching holes in the wall, and even breaking his only light fixture.

By the time he was done, he was out of breath, his fists were bleeding, and he was sitting on the floor, against the door.

The only source of light coming from the moon shining through the window just across from him.

He slowly got up and walked over to his dresser, he opened the third drawer, revealing a slew of unorganized clothing.

He pulled the clothes out until he reached the bottom.

There he found an assortment of pictures.

pictures of you.

Some were family pictures with you in them he found on social media that he printed out, then cut your family members faces out of.

Some were polaroids he took of you himself, you were clearly unaware of his presence in these photos.

He pulled out his favorite, one where you're asleep in your bed, the angle the picture is taken from shows that he was standing over you when he took it.

He went back to his original position against the door, he held the picture in front of the window, the moonlight shining around it.

It made him realize, that you are his light.

The only source of warmth that he'll ever feel.

The only thing that could fill that hole in his chest, the ache he feels, the sorrow.

He needs you, more than anything.

But deep down, he knew his desires would be his dimise.

-----the next day-----

readers POV:

you couldn't sleep last night, the constant feeling of eyes being on you kept you awake.

that strange man has been watching you for nearly 5 months now, it's almost driving you insane.

You see him everywhere, work, outside your house, when you go to the store.

Everywhere.

The worst part is pretending that you don't know.

Acting like he's just another customer, trying to convince yourself that he just happens to be walking down the same street as you, every. single. night.

??? tells you "not to worry, he'll become useful soon"

But it gets harder every time you see him in the corner of your eye.

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You do your usual routine, take a shower, put on your uniform, eat breakfast, and walk to work.

You would drive, but he slashed your tires.

When you get there, your coworker jenny is already there, she's mopping the floor.

Jenny: "oh hey y/n!"

She says with a smile

how she's this excited at 6 am is a mystery.

Y/n: "hey jen"

You yawn as you take off your coat, and put it on the coat rack.

Jenny: "rough night?"

You nodded

Jenny: "did you stay up watching TV again?"

She giggled

Y/n: "yeah.."

You gave a weak smile, along with a breathy laugh.

You went and got a bottle of cleaner and a rag.

You walked over to the booths, and got to work.

After cleaning the dining area, you go to the door and plug up the LED sign that said "OPEN"

You look up for just a second, that's when you see him.

He's standing right across the street in an alley way, just staring at you.

He had some kind of mouth guard, so you wouldn't be able to recognize him.

You two lock eye contact for a few minutes, you feel someones hand resting on your shoulder.

You jump, and quickly turn around to see who it was.

Jenny: "you alright?"

She has a concerned look on her face.

Y/n: "yeah, I've just been spacing out lately.. probably from a lack of sleep"

You try to laugh it off, but she has that same look on her face.

You look back to where he was, only to see that he's gone.

"Maybe I'm starting to hallucinate?"

You thought to yourself.

You lightly sigh, and walk back behind the counter.

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2:45/14:45 pm

Your shift was almost over, you were handing someone their order when you heard the bell doorbell ding.

You looked up to see 𝒉𝒊𝒎

He came over to the counter, maintaining eye contact.

You tried to swallow that lump in your throat, but something about him was just so off-putting.

He didn't have his mouth guard on, but you knew it was him.

just his overall presence was making you feel uneasy.

Y/n: "welcome to Dollys cafe, what can I get you?"

You spoke as you normally would, calm and collected, but deep down you felt fear.

Fear that would soon turn into rage.

Toby: "I t-think I'll have the omel-lette"

He stuttered when he spoke, his voice was kind of husky, and deep.

Y/n: "will that be all?"

You looked at him, eye contact not wavering.

Toby: "mhm"

He handed you the money, and sat in a booth near the window.

You quickly handed the order to jenny, who was in the kitchen because the usual chef was sick.

It didn't take long for her to finish the omelette, you brought it over to his booth, and gently sat it down.

Y/n: "need anything else?"

He simply shook his head.

That's when you noticed his hands, they were bruised, and there was dried blood on them.

You stared at them for a little too long

After a while, he pulled his hands off of the table and tucked them in jean pockets.

You were snapped back into reality when he did that.

Y/n: "..."

Y/n: "sorry."

You quickly walked back behind the counter to tend to the other customers, filled with shame and embarrassment.

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Toby's POV:

he was filled to the brim with excitement, just being this close to you is enough to fuel his daydreams for at least a week.

He scarfed his omelette down, and left a big tip.

He gave you one more glance before he headed towards the door, only to see you staring right back at him.

He felt his stomach twist & twirl under your gaze.

When he stepped outside, he let out a deep breath he didn't realize he was holding.

He crossed the street, not bothering to check for cars, as he walked he pulled out his mouth guard.

He had another small mission he had to complete before he could return to you.

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he was sitting in your closet, waiting for you to get home.

The room was dark, he could barely see through the shudders of the closet door.

his gloved hands were shaking with excitement.

Tonight is the night he's going to take you.

He already has everything he needs.

Rope, chloroform, an escape route, and 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

he waited patiently for you to arrive, his hands started shaking even more when he heard the front door open.

his plan was to wait for you to go to sleep, then he'd use the chloroform, tie you up, and take you home.

His dreams were about to come true, you were everything he's ever wanted, and he was about to have you.

He heard you walk up the steps, and go in your room.

you walked over to your window and closed your curtains before walking out into the hall, and then into the bathroom.

After a while you came back into your room, wearing a strange white robe.

He watched as you went over to your jewelry box and pulled out a golden necklace, it appeared to be some kind of symbol.

You put it on, a sigh escaping your lips.

He felt a wave of worry and confusion wash over him as you made your way back downstairs

That feeling got ten times stronger when he heard the back door slam.

Where could you possibly be going?

He took no time to bust out of the closet, and chase after you.

He bolted down the stairs, and out the door, you didn't even bother to lock the door behind you.

He looked around in the back yard for you, only for there to be no trace of you.

That's when something caught his eye, a glimmer of light poking out from behind a few trees.

He ran towards where it was coming from, the light growing bigger as he approached it.

Fire?

He crouched in the bushes, quietly watching

He saw three people with masks surrounding the fire, they had on strange black robes threaded with gold.

They were chanting something, but it was unintelligible.

In front of them was a table, it had 6 large knives on it, as well as 6 gold plated bowls.

Behind them were five other people formed in a line, one seemed to be missing.

he recognized one of them as a family friend of yours

He got a sudden adrenaline rush once he saw you standing at the end of the line.

He was too focused on you to notice the person sneaking up on him from behind.

Suddenly he felt a strange sensation on the back of his head, soon everything went dark.

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He was woken up by the sound of crying, he looked over to his left, ignoring the heavy feeling in his head, to see a woman.

She was tied to a tree, and tears were streaming down her face.

He then realized he was also tied to a tree.

He looked back at her, and saw a man just next to her.

He was pleading for his life, while straining against the ropes.

Toby turned his head to the right, to see two more people, both doing the same as the other two on his left.

He was the only one who wasn't crying, instead a sinister smile formed on his face.

He looked around until he saw you, your eyes locked, and he was surprised to see you too had a smile, but a different smile.

A malicious smile.

One of the masked people spoke

??: "Xykdos is upon us, he accepts these offerings, and gives us his many blessings."

The masked people pulled the knives off of the table, as well as the gold plated bowls, and handed them to each person in line.

His heartbeat was getting faster every second.

This was everything he could ever want.

He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he'd never felt excitement like this before, even during his most gruesome kills, this was something completely different.

The masked people started chanting once more, getting louder and louder, the fire growing taller as they continued.

He started laughing manically as you approached him, knife & bowl in hand.

His laughter only got louder when you were right in front of him.

the rage filled look in your eyes only furthered his need for you.

If it wasn't for the ropes binding him, he would probably be pulling his hair out with joy.

You lifted the bowl up to his neck, just below his adams apple.

He started to say something

Toby: "I love yo-"

He was cut off by you roughly sliding the knife across his throat.

The blood from his wound filled the cup to the brim.

To him, it was like time had stopped.

It was just you, and him.

No one else mattered, just you.

He could feel his eye lids getting heavy, his heart slowing down, he looked at you once more, the fire behind you burning brightly, casting an angelic red and orange glow around you.

you looked divine....ʚ♡ɞ

TY FOR ALL THE HEARTS, REBLOGS, AND FOLLOWS, I LOVE U ALL SM! - M

[bullet-prooflove]

Galindo!Series - Part Three: Ashes to Ashes - Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Tagging: @anime-weeb-4-life @danzer8705 @drabbles-mc @alwaysachorusgirl @witches-unruly-heart @est1887 @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist @spookyboogyuniverse @thanossexual @lexondeck @weiwei0210 @trublu2u @justreblogginfics @oklahomapeach @keyweegirlie @wnbweasley @skyesthebomb @msjava1972 @fleureeee @jp1019 @thiashazzywriting @fanfic-n-tabulous @ravennaortiz @just-a-throw-away @thekirbishow

Galindo!Series

Part One: Weakness - Miguel returns to Nestor’s life.

Part Two: Revelations - You reveal the truth to Miguel.

Nestor’s waiting for you when you step outside the house that Miguel has been living in. He’s leaning against his bike, in a black leather jacket, his arms crossed over his chest. When he lifts his head to meet your gaze, you see the sorrow in him, the grief. He knows what you were coming here to do, you didn’t hide that from him, but it still hurts.

This thing with Miguel was bigger than just the two of you, it’s bigger than Emily and Cristobal. You know that if either you or Nestor had buckled under that threat then Miguel would have had his hooks in the network. If that had happened, he would have used it to courier his drugs, his people, his guns. All the good work you’ve been doing would have died along with the two of you.

“He had an email queued up to go out at 9am.” You tell him as you lean back against the seat of the motorcycle. “I’m sorry Nes, but it had both of our information on it. He was going to send it out anyway. It didn’t matter if we helped him or not.”

Nestor sighs, his palm rubbing over the back of his neck.

“I wish I could say I expected something different.”

There’s silence between the two of you for a minute before you tuck your hands into the pockets of your quilted jacket. It’s taken years for Nestor to realise the depths of Miguel’s manipulation, how every single gesture just another way of securing his loyalty.

“It’s a relief.” Nestor says finally, tilting his head to look at you. “It feels like I can breathe for the first time in years.”

“I thought you’d hate me.” You say quietly, kicking at the gravel of the driveway with the toe of your boot.

“No.” Nestor says, reaching for you. He cradles your face between your hands, his thumbs ghosting over your cheeks as his nose trails along yours. “I’m not brave like you; I’ve never been able to slay my monsters.”

“You face yours instead.” You remind him as you look into his eyes. “It’s what you’ve done your whole life, you face everything head on.”

“Except this.” He tells you, his lips brushing over the corner of your mouth. “I can’t help you with this.”

“I know.” You whisper as you hear Coco’s car pulling up behind yours. “And it’s ok, Coco and I will take care of everything.”

***

You cremate Miguel’s body, Coco’s wife Stitches has a hook up at the funeral home that allows you to use the cremator off the books. The whole process takes six hours. Nestor picks you up along with the coffee can full of ashes outside of the funeral home before you begin the trip to Maine.

It takes over forty-eight hours to get to the home you relocated Emily to. You split the driving between you, staying in roadside motels and leaving Miguel’s ashes tucked in the footwell behind the passenger seat.

Emily’s already waiting for you on the porch with Cristobel when you pull the car into the driveway. She raises to her feet, waving with one hand and you see no sign of the woman you met back then. The one who had been so gaunt and wrecked from living under the weight of Miguel’s misdeeds.

You spend the next couple of hours playing with Cristobal in the garden whilst Emily and Nestor talk in the kitchen. They haven’t seen each other since Miguel fired Nestor over his relationship with you, you’ve always wondered what he told Emily about the dismissal.  

It’s Nestor’s turn to drive when you climb back inside the car. He doesn’t turn on the engine, instead he just sits there with his hands on the wheel staring at the house. You can see the Emily and Cristobal through the window, the little boy smiling as he takes a cookie from the plate on the table.

“She says she’s going to scatter him out by the lake.” He tells you. “She’d prefer to flush him, but she thinks it’s important for Cristobal to get closure.”

“She’s not wrong sadly.” You say as you draw your seatbelt across your body. “He deserves a lot worse.”

Nestor sighs, the back of his head coming to rest against the seat.

“He did so much damage...” He says quietly, his gaze comes to rest on the family before you. “I think about that all the time, my complicity in it. I don’t think I’ll ever be free.”

“You’re making up for it now.” You remind him as you study the profile of his face. “The work we’re doing, it counters the balance. We’re putting some good back into the world, helping people.”

“I’m not sure that it’s enough.” Nestor says softly as he thinks about all the shit he’s done over the years. “I’m not sure any of it is.”  

“Then we do it until it is.” You say, taking his hand in yours. “We keep chipping at it a little at a time until it makes a difference.”

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i adore Veep for all the Kent tidbits included

-certified member of a historically spanish speaking motorcycle club

-carving wood and going “the knife guides you”

-literally stopping dead in his tracks to talk ships with Mike, paired nicely with his office being decorated in ship paintings, a model of a ship, and a ship wheel clock

-1 toss getting the ring on the bottle, doesnt even seem impressed w himself

-ends up running an alpaca farm w his daughter

-his mom makes quilts

-he uses a ruler to straighten out the books on a shelf, to which Ben fucks them up (love these two)

-the entirety of whatever the hell Kent and Sue had going, esp him laughing so hard at “Sue casa es su casa, sir”

-he cried when he was fired from the United States Postal Service Office of Investigations and the Seattle Seahawks

-named his cat Fibonacci

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Howdy y’all! This is what I imagine the Akuma Class and the Theater Kids did for Mother’s Day! For background, you can look at my Akuma and Theater Class families! @imsparky2002 @artzychic27

Marinette sewed a beautiful new Hanfu for Sabine and they got dinner at her favorite restaurant. She also went on a motorcycle ride around Paris with Gina.

Alya, Nora and the twins spent all day in the kitchen cooking an entire Martiniquan banquet for Marlena. Alya also made a montage of photos and videos with her mom for her personal blog.

Nino made a mix of all Margie’s favorite songs and he and Chris made her favorite desert. Well, they tried to…

Chloe stole Audrey’s credit card and went on a shopping spree with Zoe.

Sabrina and Tanya went on a mother-daughter shopping trip and got dinner together.

Juleka and Luka treated Anarka (with help from the rest of Kitty Section) to a performance of a bombastic heavy metal version of Drunken Sailor, and they all slept on the deck under the stars.

Rose cleaned the entire house for Lily and arranged a beautifully decorated tea party for the two of them in the backyard.

Kim and his sisters took Mai to an indoor extreme sports facility…and she proceeded to completely kick her children’s asses.

With Markov’s help, Max made his mother an incredibly detailed digital holographic map of the known universe.

Alix and Salma went bungee-jumping before going to dinner and a pro-wrestling match.

Ivan (with help from his dad) made Galina a new bench for her garden, where she likes to sit and read. (it had the family’s names carved in Russian.)

Nathaniel painted a mural for Aya’s cafe of their whole family, and took his mother out for lunch.

Missy visited her mother’s grave and left flowers, sitting to talk to her for a while.

Jesse took Imelda to a local flower show, and they made dinner together. (Mylene also made a flower wreath and card for Imelda, because that woman is more of a mother to her than her own ever was.)

Ayesha made a hand-drawn animation for Megan as card outlining the reasons why she loved her.

Dot and Dolores spent the day helping Enid reorganize the house.

Petra and her godmother went to a pottery studio together, making gifts for each other and for Petra’s dads.

Roxie took Rydel to a concert for a band she loved, who happened to be performing in Paris.

Anthony bought Sylvie a basket of all her favorite teas and they had a horror movie marathon.

Candace and Sandra had a mother-daughter spa day.

Eri and Ryuji took Sasami to a showing of one of her childhood favorite plays, and after that they all gave each other makeovers.

Staci and Yumei just went out on a walk around Paris, doing whatever they felt like.

Margo and Dagny spent the entire day baking and doing crafts together.

Brecken and his sisters made a quilt with treasured family pictures for Rachel and spent the day helping Annie at the shelter.

Soo-Yeon, like Alya, spent all day making Mi Cha’s favorite foods, and after that, they played one-on-one basketball in the backyard.

Parker and Cissy did a mother-daughter obstacle course and went to the gym together.

Mona and Bindi had a movie night and bought all the junk food they could possibly eat.

Evie wrote and performed a song for Carolina, with parts for each of her siblings.

Eloise and Chet had a gaming session with Roerva, who’s actually better than both of them.

Anais took Olive out for dinner and got her a card. Their mother isn’t one for big gestures of affection.

Ondine and her brothers made the mistake of trying to make Haggis like Elsie’s mother would, but…they ended up just ordering a pizza and watching a movie.

Happy Mother’s Day, ya’ll! Shout out to my mom, who is the best! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

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