#uncle nina gets a day off work

[boxwinebaddie]

hello and welcome to back to uncle nina broke free from jail ( work ) and is writing the cursed d-day para again:

[paradiseismine]

Hii could I req Trevor x Ghost reader? Just anything smut or whatever i love your work tyy 🫶🏻

See you in your dreams - Trevor Spengler x ghost reader

Pairing: Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters Afterlife) x ghost! f!reader

Warnings: softer smut; some hurt/comfort; some fluff; references to Wuthering Heights (if you squint); also maybe kinda long hehehe

Love note from Nina: omggg you guysss I got my first request!! I got sooo excited for this, I’m sorry it took me a few days. I did some research on how ghosts work in the Ghostbusters universe, but this may have some slips here and there. Hope you like it, anon! 💕 also: feel free to send me more reqs, I’d love to hear (read?) your ideas!

Growing up, Trevor always detested going to aunt Cathy’s house. Although very big and castle-like, it was always weirdly cold, somewhat decayed and had this creepy aura in there - kind of similar to the house he had moved in with his family a while ago, and that was his first argument when his mom, Callie, said she wanted to visit her sister. Aunt Cathy was Callie’s only sister, and one of the few family members they had left, so he couldn’t say no to his mom when she pleaded for him and Phoebe to tag along. They were only staying there for a week, tops, she promised.

As they arrived after a four hour drive, Trevor greeted aunt Cathy and helped Phoebe bring her luggage upstairs. It was an unusually big house, so they could each have a bedroom of their own. That made it a bit easier. Trev was feeling pretty introspective and definitely needed some time for himself. After some fancy dinner where aunt Cathy and mom talked about uncle Heath’s death throughout the entire three-course meal, he excused himself to get ready for bed.

A few minutes later, his mom knocked on the bedroom door.

- Get some rest, Trev - Callie said, approaching and running her fingers through her son’s hair in a lovingly manner, as he was sitting on the bed. - You deserve some time off after all of that ghost busting. There are no ghosts here, you’re safe to rest.

- No ghosts here??? That’s what we’ll see! - Phoebe yelled from the corridor, joking. Callie had left the door open.

Trevor chuckled and smiled at his mom.

- Thank you, mom. I will. Get some rest too, you must be tired.

She kissed his forehead and clicked the lights off before shutting the door, leaving him alone in the bedroom. Trevor let out a deep sigh and lied in bed, tired. Shortly after, he drifted off.

To someone who would normally have a hard time falling asleep on a new environment, that was pretty unusual. Maybe it was just tiredness, but something made Trevor sleep very soundly that night. He even started dreaming.

The dream set was some sort of forest. Not too dense, so he could still see the sky in a charming shade of blue. The birds were chirping softly and he could smell the grass, one of his favorite smells. That dream was weirdly vivid, for some reason. After walking around the forest for a minute or so, he spotted a girl dressed in a long white dress. It was you. Your hair cascaded along your shoulders and back, beautifully, as you turned around and noticed him. You had a small basket in your hands, and were absentmindedly picking out flowers next to a small cottage. He assumed it was your house.

You waved at him gently, smiling. He smiled back and felt confident enough to approach you and talk.

- Uh, hi - he said, a bit nervously. No conversation ever felt so real in a dream before.

- Hi Trevor - you responded, calmly. How did you know his name? - You created such a beautiful setting for this dream. Did you grow up in the countryside or something?

- I, uh… Not really, I just feel very at peace near nature, I guess. - he was able to finally look into your eyes.

The connection you both felt was instant. You didn’t know that much about him yet, and he knew nothing about you, but somehow, it was like a magnet was drawing your bodies closer. You two were paralyzed by each other’s gaze for a second, smiling shyly when you were able to look away.

- Do… Do I know you? I mean, you knew my name and everything, so I…

- Not really, no - you answered, shrugging. - My name is y/n, nice to meet you.

- You’re just something my mind made up, then? I mean, it makes sense that my brain would create a girl for me to talk to and stuff…

- No, I existed before being on your mind. - you pursed your lips together, not sure if you should have revealed yourself so early into the conversation.

- Y-you’re not a creation of my mind? - he inquired, utterly confused.

You chuckled and put some more flowers in the basket.

- Do you want to come in for some tea? - your head pointed at the cottage. - Maybe we can talk more comfortably in there.

- Hm, sure - he nodded. - But how do you know there’s tea in there? Is it your house?

- No, love - you responded, grabbing his chin for a second. - Your mind created this place. I was able to come in a few minutes before you showed up, just to help arrange everything and get some basic information about your life. You seemed so tired, I just wanted to help you release that tension. You’re a really beautiful boy, you know?

- Thank you - Trev laughed, slightly blushing. There were so many questions on his mind. - I mean, let’s go ahead and have some tea then.

You guided him into the cottage and sat him down on a chair next to the kitchen table. The table was already set with a porcelain tea pot and beautiful tea cups. You put the flowers you had picked on a small vase at the center of the table, and set the empty basket aside.

- Did you arrange this before I arrived?

- Aren’t we talking too much about me, darling? Tell me, how do you feel? Like, how do you really feel? - you sat down next to him and put your hand on his upper back.

Trevor slowly broke down crying as he spoke. He was so tired, but felt like he could never show any signs of it. He had to be strong for his mom, for Phoebe, for the Ghostbusters. He had to “man up”, be the man of the house and everything. There was never time for his feelings or for vulnerability. Until now. You embraced him gently, as he suppressed his sobs after communicating those afflictions to you.

- It’s ok, love - you reassured him. - You can cry, you can be yourself here. You’re safe. It’s your own mind, you can do whatever you want.

Trev stayed in your embrace a bit longer, stabilizing his breathing. His arms stopped shaking around your waist, and softly let go of your sides. He distanced himself slowly, just enough to look you in the eyes. Then, without any further notice, he put his lips to yours.

It was a very soft and delicate kiss. He held both of your hands in his, until he had to use one of them to get your long hair out of the way. Caressing your cheek, he deepened the kiss, faintly moaning into it.

- It feels so good to kiss you - you whispered, slightly embarrassed. - I haven’t been kissed in so long…

He guided your face to kiss you once again. It was like he couldn’t contain himself. Your lips felt so good against his. He was so gentle and respectful, you wanted to grab him by the collar and attack his lips with yours.

- You’re… you’re literally my dream girl - he admitted, kissing your palm. - I wish I could meet you in real life and spend more time with you.

- I’m a ghost, Trev - you confessed, more embarrassed than before. - But I’m a, say, rarer type…

- W-what do you mean by that? - he looked at you, confused, his eyes seeming a bit watery again.

- I’m a dream ghost. I can only appear physically in people’s dreams. - you explained, in a more serious tone, grabbing his hand softly. - I don’t haunt houses, or objects, or anything like that. I haunt minds. I can only exist when someone’s dreaming, so I can tune in to their dream. I sensed your presence and ended up in your conscience tonight.

- But I-I’m a ghostbuster… - his eyes blinked in disbelief.

- I know - you chuckled, a sad gaze lingering in your eyes. - It was such an amazing coincidence… You’re not gonna put me in a proton pack, will you?

- Of course not - his eyes widened and his hands tightened their grip around yours, trying to reassure you that he meant no harm.

- I knew it - you responded, lightly pecking his lips again, then letting go of his hands. - You need someone who understands, and I really wish I could be that person. You’ve got a beautiful mind, and oh, such a pure heart, Trevor Spengler…

- Touch me - he said as you stood up, and it nearly sounded like a question. His pleading eyes were desperately looking for yours. - Kiss me, anything. I just need to feel your touch. Please.

- You’re so warm - you put your hand on his cheek, sweetly. - and I’m a cold ghost girl…

- Don’t say that, y/n - he took your hand from his cheek and kissed your palm once again, looking up at you with pleading eyes. - I’m having the best time here with you. Please.

Trevor stood up, towering over you; leaned in again and kissed your lips, more eagerly this time. His right hand lightly grabbed the hair of your nape while his left hand caressed your cheek. You reached for his upper arms, shyly, wonderstruck by that kiss.

He then gently pushed you up against the wall. Trev seemed way more comfortable now, wild even. His lips embraced yours in an inebriating way, hands gripping your waist, hips brushing against yours. You could feel his arousal through his trousers, which sent you even closer to the edge. You felt the dream setting shift, walls disappearing around you for a second. When you opened your eyes, the setting was a bedroom - Trevor had understood that this was a dream, and he could control it as much as he wanted.

- I think I know what you’ve set your mind to, mister Spengler - you broke the kiss, chuckling and gesturing at the huge bed in front of you. The walls were decorated with flowers and beautiful curtains. It was all very lovely and romantic.

- Do you… do you want it too? - Trevor seemed concerned if you desired him as much as he desired you. - I mean, I -I felt so good kissing you, I-

- I would love to - you answered, fondly, as your hands ran through his hair. - Let’s just… Take it slow, ok?

He nodded, his lips red and slightly parted. Trevor leaned in to kiss you once again, much slower this time. The kiss was sensual and dainty, his lips tracing yours in a magnetic way, his hands cupping your face and your own resting on his shoulders and chest.

He put his hands to your waist, pulling your body closer to his in a slow and gentle motion. In reaction, you put your hands to the hair on his nape, holding it rather than pulling it. His hands roamed up to your shoulders, caressing your cold skin. You broke the kiss and nodded, looking into his eyes, giving him your permission.

He pulled down the sleeves of your dress and it slowly fell, pooling at your feet. You were completely bare underneath it, and Trevor let out an audible gasp at the sight of your naked body.

- Can I… Can I touch you, y/n? - Trevor stuttered, mesmerized at your beauty.

- Please… - you moaned, nearly whispering.

- You’re so beautiful - he muttered, his lips parted in awe, fingers gently exploring your breasts and the delicate curve of your waist. - You’re quite literally a dream…

You chuckled softly as Trevor kissed your neck and collar bones, his warm lips like fireworks on your cold skin. You gestured for him to take off his clothes as well, and he gave you permission to do so. Soon enough, you two were both stripped in front of each other. Trevor’s body was so beautiful. His smooth pale chest, his lightly toned arms… all of it made you shiver in anticipation. He took you in his arms again, and you couldn’t help yourself any longer.

- Take me, Trev, I’m yours - you whispered to his ear, enraptured by the pleasure you felt under his warm, soft human hands.

Trev tightened his grip on your waist and swooped you off of your feet. In a couple seconds, your back was against the mattress, as he had carefully deposited your body on the bed. He climbed on top of you and continued trailing his kisses down to your breasts.

Groping your waist firmly, he gently suckled on your nipples, faint moans now escaping your lips. Trevor kissed your body with such amazement, it looked like he wouldn’t stop. He kissed lower and lower down your belly, until he reached your wet slit.

- You don’t have to - you said, running your fingers through his hair to stop him, as his head slowly went downward.

- But I want to - Trevor tilted his head, looking into your eyes. - Can I?

- Well, ye - you could barely finish the word before Trevor dunk his head between your thighs again. - Yes…

He licked up and down your slit, his hot mouth attached to your core, causing your legs to tremble in bliss. He held your thighs apart with a tight grip, as if to detain you from distancing yourself from his touch. His tongue was rolling around your clit, tasting your core with such pleasure, he was nearly getting off on it as much as you. Your sweet juices were dripping down his chin as he lapped you up hungrily, delighted with your taste.

- Trevor… - you moaned, before arching your back on the bed, reaching your mercurial high.

His eyes stared into yours, half-lidded, as he seemed proud of himself for making you moan his name. No boy had ever looked at you in such an intense, lustful way.

As your whole body trembled, he kept going until you had ridden out of your high, you two savoring each second it had lasted.

- Felt good, beautiful? - he asked, a cocky smirk on his face.

- Amazing… - you panted, breathless.

He roamed his hands all over your body once again, warming up your cold skin, making you quiver and tingle. You sat up on the bed to capture his lips, tasting yourself as you kissed him.

- Is there anything else I could do for you, y/n? - he asked, enchanted by you.

- Yes, lay back, my love - you whispered, guiding him to lay down on the bed.

You got on top of him, one leg to each side of his waist. Reaching for his lips one last time, you kissed him passionately, wanting him to remember you. It was only a dream, you knew that. But you wanted him to remember those feelings, that touch, everything.

Going for his earlobe, you nibbled and sucked on it until Trev couldn’t help but moan and squirm under you. His neck was next. It soon got covered in kisses and hickies (it was only a dream and wouldn’t leave any trace behind, either way), just like his chest. You roamed your hands gently all over his torso, savoring the heat and softness of his human skin.

As you sat up on his lap, your heart was beating out of your chest with desire, but you wanted to make sure Trevor was comfortable. You wanted to be his dream girl, not his nightmare.

- May I? - you asked, softly, as your hand held his throbbing erection.

- Yes, y/n, please - he pleaded, lightly panting.

You raised and lowered your hips slowly, engulfing his cock inside you. It had been so long since you felt anything like this… Your muscles were tightening around Trevor’s shaft as you got to its base, and you could feel him shyly thrusting his hips up to meet yours.

- You’re mine now, Trevor Spengler - you whispered, riding him, ecstatic. You threw your head back, getting shivers down your spine, your hands on his chest.

- I’m yours, y/n - he moaned. Trevor’s beautiful dark eyes squinted in pleasure, his mouth opening slightly. His hands grabbed onto your hips to help you with your movements, as he was eager for more.

You don’t know how long it lasted, but your juices were all over his shaft, his inner thighs, everything. Every second of Trevor’s touch, even if he touched you for all of the eternity, still wouldn’t be enough. He was perfect, warm, soft, delicate, and so precise in every single little thing he did.

Trevor whispered your name, his voice faint and raspy, pleading. Your eyes met his immediately.

- Please, I-I - he stuttered, his eyes rolling in pleasure as he tried to speak. - I need to-

- Do it, my love - you grabbed his face.

His eyes squeezed shut as Trevor held your body to his, and with a louder moan, spilled into you. Ugh, he was so soft and warm. You missed being human just like him. As he came down from his high, you got off of him gently, trying no to hurt his sensitive shaft.

As you laid down next to him, you two snuggled up together in a thick warm blanket, enjoying each other’s scent. Trevor was playing with your hair as you rested your head on his chest. All you do could do was thank God, fate, the universe, anything that could be responsible for that encounter. Trev seemed to be doing the same, as he broke the silence a minute later.

- There must be a way - he said, determined. - I… I want to get to know you better, y/n. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this with anyone before, I…

Suddenly, the whole room started losing definition, becoming blurrier and less colorful. Objects started vanishing slowly, and even though Trevor seemed utterly confused and scared, you already knew what this meant.

- Oh dear - you muttered, sad, gently caressing his cheek. - You’re waking up… Seems like we don’t have much more time together, at least for now. I enjoyed your company so much, Trevor. You’re a really special person. See you in your dreams tomorrow, if we’re both lucky. Try to sleep around 9:30 p.m., if you can.

He felt his body moving without his mind’s command, and the sight of you slowly vanishing from his grasp.

- No… No - he slurred still in his sleep, sad, but defeated. - Come back… Please.

But he woke up. His eyes opened and he realized it was already morning. His mom and Phoebe were arguing in the nearby bathroom over something stupid, and because of their bickering, he woke up.

He turned on the bed, frustrated, trying to fall asleep again, trying to find you; up until he noticed something had happened in his pants… A nocturnal emission. He was wet through his underwear and pajama bottoms, a visible patch of his own cum.

Great, he thought. How am I going to hide this? Y/n better come back to see me again tonight. 9:30, she said. I have to write this down.

[everythingne]

akin to a pride, mv1

[series, 1] - 'the lions come at night'

Reina 'Little Lion' Matsumoto is known for her reckless driving on the track, earning her the nickname she partly shares with a certain 3x WDC. Off the track, however, she's known for being bubbly, bright, and kind. When she's reached out to by F1 about joining their new 'Siblings Mentorship,' a program that will pair her with a 'similar F1 driver' as her mentor for the upcoming season, she fully expects Daniel or Lando.

Her surprise comes in the form of Max Verstappen, and though she thinks they won't be that much alike off track, she's quick to find it's quite the opposite. Reina learns she needs someone who understands what shes going through to lean on, and Max learns that sometimes healing comes in breaking a cycle that's not your own.

(multipart series, non-linear in writing)

warnings/notes: mentioned/implied abusive father, father being manipulative and nasty via phone call, [word] used to show other languages being spoken, probably inaccurate/purposefully inaccurate f2/f1 information but its for the plot, also purposefully incorrect NASCAR information (RBR having a currently running NASCAR team being part of it), and probably incorrect Japanese culture (please correct me, I'm not Japanese myself!!), 5k words.

face claim: nina hillman

MAX HAD ALWAYS ENJOYED MEETING YOUNG FANS. Especially the ones who were karting or just getting into motorsports, there was something strong and pure in their hearts--a full love for what they were doing that was so refreshing to him. The media could wear him down day after day, racing every few weekends and changing time zones over and over making him a bit of a husk. He and the people he worked around were always so drained and tired, but one meeting with a young fan, listen to their proud "I'll be just like you when I grow up" and a big grin as they snapped a photo with him would always set him right.

Victoria had called him soft but he didn't care. He was the go-to babysitter of her two sons for a reason, the so called 'baby whisperer' by her husband and the beloved Uncle Max who they cheered on every other weekend on TV. When Victoria's eldest had an F1 themed birthday party with his class, Max had shown up with some of his gear in his car just in case, and ended up being the life of the party as he let each kid try on some of his old helmets and gloves and such.

Max loved the few and far between meetings he had with kids because they always seemed to come to him at the perfect times. Like the day Christian asked him if he wanted to do a program a few other drivers were a doing. It was a season long 'older siblings' mentorship for teens in the F3 or F2 leagues so they could get insight into what being an F1 driver was like and how it differed from what they were doing now. It had been mentioned off hand, with Christian expecting Max to say no and that he 'didnt want to do that media stuff', but imagine Christian's surprise when the man instantly said yes. He said it with no hesitation, a small smile peeking on his lips as he asked who he'd be helping.

"Reina Matsumoto." Christian had said and Max's eyes widened with a mix of excitement and genuine happiness as a grin peeked at his lips as he looked through Reina's social medias. It was a face Christian hadn't seen much, typically reserved for Penelope or Victoria's boys.

"Oh, wait until I tell Kelly!" He'd laughed, following the driver and shutting off his phone as he'd crosses his arms and smiled.

Geri had laughed with her whole heart when Christian told the story to her that night, watching as she attempted to pack three school lunches, do the dishes, and clean up while he was making his way over to help her. He dropped his bag on the floor by the island, hands coming up to her back as he slipped behind her and into the kitchen.

"He's got a big heart," Geri said gently with a grin on her lips, pausing mid sandwich packing to press a kiss to her husband's cheek. Her nails scratched slightly as she pat his shoulder as she handed him the dishes she needed put away, "and look at him and little Penelope! He's practically her father."

"This is a teenager though." Christian emphasized as he opened the cabinet with one hand, the other balancing a stack of plates from dinner--porkchops, he'd missed it due to being in the office for the exact thing they're talking about.

He sets down the dishes in their respective spots and shuts the cabinet as he turns back to Geri, "She's seventeen, she’s Bluebell's age.”

"First of all," Geri zips closed the remaining lunch bags for the kids and turns to Christian as she points at him, "Teenager or not, Max knows how to deal with kids. We've seen that."

Geri then flicks her wrist to show a peace sign she points at Christian once more, "and second, she's from Formula Two and she? Is it Matsumoto?"

"Yep. The Reina Matsumoto, Miss Little Lion," Christian nods, the girls nickname being given due to her driving style being very similar to Max's when he was her age. Controlled chaos, slightly reckless depending on the day, but she almost always left unscathed.

"Her dad was one of Japan's top Tour Racing drivers," Christian explains as he moves to help Geri finishing wiping off the counters, "Her mom raced drift cars in the states, works in NASCAR now. Reina used to live with her dad in Japan. She just moved to England to continue pursuing racing."

"So she has two motorsports parents... how much pressure is on her?" Geri crosses her arms as she leans back on the kitchen island and Christian lets out a low whistle as he rubs his forehead.

"I don't know, they don't exactly brief me on her entire past, Ger. But from what I was able to dig up on her father? It's not good."

"Do you think they teamed her with Max because of how they were both raised?" Geri pushes off the counter to open the fridge and waves over Christian to help her stuff the lunch boxes inside with all the leftovers and other foodstuffs stacked in the fridge,

"I don't know. But looking at the words 'Project Matsumoto' as the third term when I looked up her name; and having it be an article where her dad says he pushes her to be her best 'no matter what he has to do to make her'? I can't imagine it's anything good."

Geri sighs, rolling her neck and then nodding, "But how's her mother?"

"Oh, Hana is a sweetheart. She owned the NASCAR side of Red Bull Racing until about... two years ago, when she took full custody of her daughter. Now she does engineering, she has nothing but good articles about her."

"So, dad who forces her to be the best in every race she does, and a mom who was in racing but doesn't seem to push her too hard. Parents divorced, she lived with her father, now she lives with her mother." Geri recounts and when Christian nods sharply she starts to laugh and rub at her forehead.

"So... literally Max?" She says and Christian just nods again. There's no other way to explain it, she was simply a younger version of Max. But maybe there was a chance here, to save some of the love for the world she had left, because while Max was a genuine sweetheart he was always a bit haunted in Geri's eyes.

If she could save Reina from looking the same way, that would be her own personal WDC.

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reinamatsumoto: winter break recap. whew. what a time. from my dad's place in fukushima to my grandparents home in washington state, to buying an apartment by myself in london :D!! (with my mom living there until I know how to adult because lord knows I can't be trusted by myself yet..)

also, big news! I am excited to announce ill be joining in the f2 to f1 mentorship program! I cannot wait to see which f1 driver I get to annoy with my useless knowledge of everything (and katsu…)

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mrshanatanaka: [my beautiful daughter] xx

user1: so pretty!!

biancabustamente: so i need your whole workout routine

⤷ reinamatsumoto: when are you back in london ?? I can take u to my trainers .. 👀

premaracing: so happy to have you back reina!

Dear Reina Matsumoto,

I READ MY NAME FOR THE THIRD TIME, fingers dusting over the slight texture change from the ink on the white paper that slightly creases in my hand. René had handed it to me at Prema last weekend before I went home for Christmas. Inside was a little invitation from Formula One. I had assumed, and kinda prayed, it was some sort of contract for any team (my fingers had crossed briefly for Red Bull) but was also a bit more delighted to see it was an invitation to their 'siblings' mentorship program. I took my time reading the letter, glossing over the words asking if I would be fine being trained by a handpicked Formula One driver who matched my driving style and my personality...I was elated.

I didn't know many drivers who matched both, maybe like Lando as the closest, or if we pushed it a bit maybe Daniel but his driving was more reserved than mine. I had explained to my mother, and she had joked saying my closest match would be Max. But I doubted they'd put him with me. I doubted he'd even said yes to the whole thing, everyone knew Max hated media stunts that didn't involve him driving some weird ass vehicle or like, putting snow chains on an F1 car.

I roll over to slide the note back on my bedside table, sighing as I curl deeper into my blankets to try and fight off the chill I still felt after my afternoon run in the light snow. Probably my last exterior run of the year, I was lucky to get one so close to the end of December.

The heater fan is on high blast next to my bed, rolling warm air across my chest as I look out the window and into the setting sun on the snow tipped trees of Washington State. My mom had worked hard to get us here, to her parents home up in a coastal town, where I can faintly smell some sort of curry dish being prepared by my grandmothers nimble hands. My grandfather a fisherman, my grandmother a school treasurer, my mother a business owner and engineer, her only daughter an aspiring Formula One driver.

Quite a group.

My attempt at warmth is abruptly ended by my mother knocking on my door, waiting only a brief moment before entering. She's dressed from work, I can tell it was some sort of zoom meeting by the slippers she has on. Her hair is pulled back, makeup light on her face as the warm golden rays slip through into my room from the hallway.

"You got mail, Rei, did you not see it on the counter?" My mother asks with a slight huff, sitting on the edge of my bed and cranking up my heater with a complaint about how its still too cold in my little room. It was supposed to be an office, but when I visited my grandparents and moms side of the family (since my aunt and cousins lived with them here in the states) it became my room so I didn't have to share with toddlers.

"Jiji was cooking, didn't wanna disturb her." I say softly, looking over at my mother and noticing the giddy expression on her face. Her eyes are sparkling as her nails crease the edges of the letter.

"What?" I ask, looking up at her through the thick fuzzy blankets that cover me and basically cement me down to the bed with their weight. Another wonderful thing about my grandparents, they were always prepared.

"It's from Oracle Red Bull Racing." my mother emphasizes each word with a huge smile that only seems to grow. My mother had raced for Red Bull back when she was a bit older than me, and owned their NASCAR team for years, which she now was an engineer for. I think her excitement bleeds onto me as I throw myself up into a seated position and snag the unopened letter. I take it and nearly tear the damn thing open, my mom laughing as I hand her the envelope and flip the letter open to read aloud.

"Miss Matsumoto/Matsumoto-san," I say and then whistle, "Someone did their homework."

My mom laughs and urges me to keep reading, and so, I take a deep breath and read the words that seem so powerful even with their tiny ten or so pixel statue.

"We at Oracle Red Bull Racing wish you well this holiday season, and it's an honor for me, Christian Horner, to welcome you to the family as the younger sister/mentee of three time world champion, Max Verstappen!--"

My mom squeals in excitement at the same time I do. The usually reserved side of her gone as she leaps off my bed and jumps around as I kick my legs in excitement. Seconds later I'm falling back as my mom is crashing into me in a bone crushing hug as she laughs with watery eyes I ignore for both of our sakes.

"Oh! Oh my god, that's so exciting!" She shouts.

"[Is everything okay?]" I hear my grandfather rough voice call from the base of the stairs in Japanese and my mother lifts her head away from my ear to shout through the doorway,

"[Yes, yes, everything is fine!]" My mother laughs once more, "[Just some very good news,] keep reading Rei, keep reading!"

"Okay, okay!" I laugh, grabbing the letter and continuing down the page, trying to keep myself from skipping ahead in excitement.

"We are very excited to get to know you over this season, and look forward to meeting you in person for the first time soon! In fact, we have extended an invitation for you to meet Max and the rest of RBR at our home base in Milton Keynes on January 5th-10th. We will provide you and one guest a flight over if needed, room and board at The Berkeley in London as well as transportation to and from our garage.

We eagerly await your response. Thank you and welcome!

Christian Horner."

But the letter doesn't stop there, in fact, there's a little hand written note that's been scanned to fit on the paper and I squint to read the scratchy handwriting.

'Reina,

Hello! It's Max, your 'big brother' or mentor for this upcoming season. As you may know, I'll be your right hand this season when it comes to advice with driving and media, but I wanted to extend an invitation for you to ask/talk about any of your interests or just life in general. I genuinely cannot wait to get to see how we get along (as I'm sure we will) and I hope you have a wonderful holidays with your family.

See you in January!

Max Verstappen.

(ps. I wrote my phone number on the back of this, feel free to send me a text/call and introduce yourself!)'

The exciting news brings my family to tears of joy as we celebrate with loud laughter and tight hugs. Max Verstappen. A three time world champion helping me of all people learn the real ins and outs of racing? It’s like a dream come true.

And even though I know it should be the absolute last thing I ever could even think about asking, he’d been raised similar to myself. I needed to know how he handled it, or the lack thereof.

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redbullracing: Introducing the final set of mentorship siblings for this season! Our @ maxverstappen will be mentoring @ premaracing 's @ reinamatsumoto for the upcoming season. Reina is known across Formula 2 for her bubbly bright personality and colorful disposition. Join us on TikTok Live, January 5th at 6pm BST to see them in action!

user1: sunshine x grumpy trope frfr

misshanatanaka: so excited for my little lion cub !

user2: they definetely picked her for her little lion nickname and yk what. respect.

reinamatsumoto: this is such an incredible opportunity, thank you so much red bull!!!

danielricciardo: soon we will have a whole god damn lion pride in RBR.

user3: unlikely duo actually?

logansargeant: and they wouldnt give ME reina???

⤷ maxverstappen: another L for logan sargeant

⤷ logansargeant: i'm gonna take your damn knees old man

⤷ reinamatsumoto: its ok logan i will never forget my first (and favorite) f2 teammate 💙

WALKING INTO RED BULL'S HEADQUARTERS WAS LIKE A DREAM. My mom chats with the woman whose brought us in eagerly, and excitedly points to a photo of her on the wall from the early 2000s. I'm shocked to see Christian Horner's in the photo as well. Reading the little plaque under makes it all click, it's a photo of all the 'team principles' or their equivalents of each Red Bull Sporting branch at the time.

My fingers skim over the names, EHC Red Bull München, FC Red Bull Salzburg, Hansen Motorsport, JMB Racing, and eventually I find my moms name, 'Hana Matsumoto (neé, Tanaka) Team Leader: Red Bull Racing (NASCAR).'

"Ah! Glad you both could make it!" A voice calls and I snap my head to its source, making his way across the big expanse of the lobby is Christian Horner, Geri following close behind her husband with a glittery smile. My mother shakes his hand and the two begin conversing, immediately snapping back into some sort of old pals situation while I step back to admire it.

My mother, after my father abandoned us when I was twelve, refused to touch racing for years, except for when it came to me and my karting. When I advanced to rally, she got back into working for NASCAR as an engineer, and then when I was going into Formula Four she had become a head engineer for Red Bull's NASCAR team.

I had never had an opportunity to work for Red Bull myself, narrowly missing making their junior team due to my dad's interference. I had hated Red Bull due to my fathers influence, but once or twice I caught my mother reminiscing over old images of her in her glory days of drift cars and owning a NASCAR team, and it made me wonder...

I wondered about wearing navy blue, standing on a podium, racing a car that would rocket itself around a track with no issue. And then slowly my mind would shift and I would wonder what else my father had stolen from her other than money and her daughter for years. A stolen daughter for some sort of prize he could never get for himself. A Formula One racer. Something I could be, something he would beat into me.

"And you must be Reina." Geri's voice catches me off guard and pulls me out of whatever pouty moment I've found myself in. The smile on my face is real as I allow her to pull me into a tight hug, her warm hands settling on my back as she squeezes me. It's safety in two arms, immediately, and I relax into it as I place one hand on the center of her back.

"Geri Horner, it's such an honor to finally meet my favorite Spice Girl." I say into the hug and Geri laughs, stepping back to squeeze me shoulders in her hands as she looks me over with an approving grin.

"Good to know you have taste!" She teases, turning to my mother who nods and laughs as she makes her way over to where Geri has come to distract me. Christian grabs his phone out of his pocket, glancing behind him, but I miss what he calls out as my Mom starts to speak to Geri.

"Yep! God, we have so much Spice Girls stuff in our house in Washington you'd think it was a museum." My mother giggles, patting my back as she sends me a small grin, "I think you even have a replica of the union jack dress."

"It's in Fukushima, so who knows if it's still there." I hum, my smile dropping for half a second as I remember the cold home I had lived in for years, before I force it back up, "But I bet I can find photos of it!"

"Would love to see them." Geri places a hand on her heart, then turns to Christian as he approaches us. He brings us to a small room, two chairs facing a few cameras, interns and workers milling around the room as I'm instructed to sit down in one of the chairs. I sit down as told, crossing my ankles as my mom frets with my collar and sweater for a few moments, then presses a kiss to my forehead and tells me to be kind before slipping behind the lights that shine on me.

"Alright, we're gonna have you introduce yourself..." A woman starts to explain the protocols to me. The stream is running right now, people can see me, but the audio is muted. On her signal, I'll introduce myself, and then they'll start a QnA with me while they wait for Max to arrive. I nod along, smiling when she compliments me and laughing at her jokes with practiced kindness. I wasn't media trained, but rather trained by walking on eggshells and keeping peace for years.

Eventually, I'm cued in, and I wave happily.

"Hello!" I cheer, "I'm Reina Matsumoto, known as Rei or Little Lion, this is my third year racing for Prema in Formula Two. I finished my first season with them in second, right behind Oscar Piastri, my second season I unfortunately didn't complete due to personal issues and an injury, and so I'm looking to use this season as a comeback to finally get my hands on an F2 win.

"I'm going to be mentored by Max Verstappen, which is... just really incredible." I feel heat rush to my cheeks and I let a giddy smile cross my face, "So yeah! Let's get on with the QnA?"

A man steps up so I can see him, and holds up a phone, he scrolls before landing on a question he likes,

"Can you explain your racing journey to us?"

"Oh! Yeah! So I started karting in Japan with my father when I was barely three, and started competing on my fifth birthday. I kept karting, I won, I lost, y'know, and got into rally racing for a few years when I was around ten to fourteen, then I went into Formula Four when I was fifteen, did half a season of F3, and then jumped to compete in Formula Two the last three years." I explain, having to pause a few times to think and make sure I'm getting my age right. Trying my best to keep my voice happy as I recount the time spent with my father, "Around the time I switched to Formula racing, I also moved in with my Mom, Hana Tanaka, in the United States and lived partially in England."

"Do you race for Japan or for the States?"

"I'm racing for Japan since I'm technically a citizen of Japan living on a work visa in the UK. I lived in Japan for years, my mother traveling back to the states a lot for work, and--uhm," I swallowed, glancing down at my left wrist briefly as my hand twitched and my pinkie struggled to close up in the fist I balled up, "I lived with my father there when my parents divorced, from when I was nine to thirteen."

"Do you have a favorite F1 driver who is racing right now?"

"If I say anyone other than Logan or Oscar they'll be very upset." I grin, kicking my feet a little, "They're basically my older brothers! They took me in when I started racing F2, since we all raced together, and I'm really proud of both of them and all their hard work."

After maybe ten or so more questions, the man leans back as someone whispers something to him and he nods, there's a bit of a shuffle and then I see a door open. I know it's Max who walks in even if I can only see his shadow behind the lights. I try to hide my giddy smile as the same woman from before steps in front of me and begins to announce Max and I are meeting for the first time. I take a deep breath, swallow my nerves, and plaster on the most professional smile I can muster. Max is much taller than I am, that much is obvious when he dips under a light to come in front of the camera and I stand immediately to greet him. I expect him to go for a handshake, but I'm pleasantly surprised with a hug. We take our respective seats, Max gives his little introduction to the camera, and then we're off.

"So this is a drawing challenge." We're both handed whiteboards and I grin, looking at Max who laughs and looks down at the whiteboard being set in his hands. I can see a little playful gleam in his eyes, something I've never caught before in the hundreds of photos and videos I've seen of him. It's intriguing but I don't have time to stare, and this is hardly the place to do so.

"You guys are about to be amazed at how much someone can suck at art." He says, uncapping his pen.

"You both have to try and draw each other in three minutes," She says, "and then there will be a poll on who won."

The timer goes off then and I prop the whiteboard up and begin drawing. I had doodled as a hobby, so I make it less realistic (because lord knows I can't do that) and make it more cutesy. I giggle at my drawing as I add a little flare to it and when times up, we flip them around. The crew audibly awes over mine and Max laughs, tilting it so he can see it past the glare of the lights.

"Oh my god, I need someone to save this so I can have it. This is genuinely the cutest thing anyone has ever drawn for me." He looks at it in awe and I laugh into the back of my hand as he takes the whiteboard from me and just looks at it.

"Proud dad moment," I grin, trying to hide my obvious giddy attitude at the fact that Max fucking Verstappen was praising my shitty art skills. He nods, holding it up and telling everyone to look, which only makes me blush and grin harder.

We move on from that a few moments later, we're asked to draw each others cars, then we play a few rounds of pictionary where Max fails horribly the whole time. By the end of it, I'm laughing teary eyed as I lean onto his chair for support--and he's pretty much in the same boat as me as we both struggle to catch our breaths.

"How the hell is this a cat?!" I wheeze out, pointing at the oddly long cat he's drawn with a much too big head and much too small legs, "don't you have two? Do you not know what they look like?!"

"I can't draw! It's the thing I can't do!" He leans back in his chair, struggling to catch his breath and I have to pause to dot under my eyes so my makeup doesn't run. After a while we catch our breath, and move into QnA.

Max asks me, from a Twitter tag we both idly scroll on our phones, "What are some of your favorites? Racers, colors, TV Shows, etc?"

I look up as he asks the question and a big grin splits across my lips as I proudly announce, "When it comes to F1, I'm one hundred percent a Vettel girl,"

"Really?" He says, and I start laughing as I nod to him, adjusting the way I'm sitting as I lean on the arm of the chair a bit and wave my phone as I speak,

"I grew up watching him and Lewis Hamilton winning, y'know, so it was always like--my dad would always reprimand me and say stuff like 'you should race risky like Hamilton' or 'go fast like Vettel' so they're kinda cemented into my brain as the like--top drivers."

"My dad was the same with some older drivers, always had to practice like I was the best of the best." Max nods, but waves for me to continue on with answering the ret of the question,

"NASCAR is huge in my family, my mom works for Red Bull's NASCAR team," I explain, looking to where I think my mom stands behind the camera, "So my favorite driver from there? I'd say Jimmie Johnson or Kyle Busch. I've met them both quite a few times, since they both raced with Red Bull, and Kyle is one of my sponsors for racing right now which is so kind of him to do."

I continue when Max doesn't have a comment, "Favorite color, blue." He agrees, "TV Shows..? Right now I'm binging Doctor Who--I'm on Matt Smith's doctor right now."

"Oh, which episode?"

"Uhm... I just finished The Almost People. So I think next is A Good Man Goes to War?" I turn and watch Max's face light up as he makes a soft gasping noise in the back of his throat.

"Oh you have to tell me how you like that episode. It's so good."

My eyes widen, "You've seen Doctor Who?"

"Kelly watches it all the time. When I started watching them with her she made us restart at The Ninth Doctor and watch from there, and then we went back and watched all the older episodes but her favorite is The Ninth Doctor so she made me start there. I think my favorite is him or The War Doctor."

"My favorite so far is the eleventh." I smile, kicking my feet a little once again and Max nods.

"A solid choice."

We run through another twenty minutes or so before signing off, and the energy in the room is light and almost electric as we begin to pack up. A phone call ends up with me slipping out into the hall as everyone mingles, my mom loudly laughing with Kelly and Geri as Christian brings Max over to introduce to my mother. I catch Max's eye fleetingly as I whisk around and slip out into the much quieter hall, pressing my phone to my ear.

"[Hello, Dad.]" I say into the phone, the ten missed calls from him already enough to make my blood icy and my hands shaken.

"[Why weren't you answering me? Am I not important?]" His voice is hard as it always is when he thinks I've wronged him. It makes my heart pound a little bit harder, makes me swallow, makes my hands twitch.

"[I was doing work with Red Bull, Dad. I wasn't with my phone, I'm sorry.]" I say into the phone, crossing one arm over my chest as I look out into the little track behind the building from the windows, walking up to lean against a pole that separates the panes of glass.

"[Oh, about that, you didn't want to tell me? Hm? That you even thought of signing up for that? You're going to waste the talent of a three time world champion on yourself? On the lack of talent you have? You couldn't even beat that Australian boy, now you expect Max Verstappen to want to help you?]" My fathers voice grows harsher, the insults digging deep into my chest and ripping at my confidence and my heart. I hear the door next to me open, but I can't even spare a glance as my fathers hateful tirade continues. I lose track of what he's saying, his voice louder, and when I don't respond he claims I'm 'losing my heritage' and switches to English to mock me. I feel someone behind me, eyes glancing up in the reflection to see Max leaning on the wall on the other side of the hallway.

"[Dad--]" I try, but he cuts me off with more ramblings.

"A waste of talent, a waste of that mans time!" He shouts, "You are nothing but--"

A hand comes to grab the phone, a thumb thats not mine pressing to end the call. I flinch at the touch, but it's warm, and when I look up Max just watches me before slipping my phone back into my hand and sighing. Nothing is said, he just turns and nods over his shoulder. Max moves like a ghost back to the doorway, eyes peeking over at me from under his hat and his voice carries down the hall to me.

"You're not wasting my time. I picked you."

And then he slips into the room where I can hear my mother replaying some story of my early racing days to someone, and I blink back the tears that well up with my shaky sigh. Then something hits me, eyes widening as I stare after Max's retreated form.

Max had picked me to be his mentee.

He picked me. Me.

And a giddy smile crosses my face before I can try and suppress it.

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formulaupdates: Reina Matusmoto (Prema, f2) joined Max Verstappen (Red Bull, F1) to welcome their 'siblingship' this season during a livestream on Red Bull's TikTok wearing the teams signature color in a vintage Ralph Lauren sweater! (+ a scanned version her drawing of Max for everyones icon needs)

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hey steph How do you work with most N team and minions most the day?

((i'll just write down most interaction she has most around when working with N team. possible draw up scenes sometime but just now a list.))

*Steph the Sorceress pov

Doctor Neo Cortex "i think its pretty open secret how my relationship with the doctor is like, dont think i need to say much."

Dingodile "well dingo not always around, there times go out lunch and bump into big fella, he reminded me in lot like a dragon so im comfortable around dingodile brash manner when other put off by his apperance, always nice for a chat on recipes of cooking, even tho his particular recipes do have things no one else can digest unlike dingos crocodilian nature to digest most things foul... but his roast penguin is pretty tasty on the menu."

Nefarious Tropy "certainly a interesting fella, no doubt handsome human, but our first meeting when i was in human form, he made mistake of thinking i was some sort payed escort when he heard i was dating the doctor... hmm so things left very sour in my mouth about him for while but we do have have talks of intellectual manner time to time.. prideful man and see way he very confident in his work."

Uka Uka "honestly, i do not trust or like this dark entity.. he try's order me like a minion even though i don't work for him as i contract Allie to Dr. Cortex and not to uka uka so he has no power over me, I buttheads to many time him as only barrier between him and doc. after one docs schemes where he was 'milked' for his dark mojo he been keeping his distance for now."

Komodo Brothers "not lot times i get meet the brothers, they tend stay away from doctors schemes these days and i heard they make living with fake jewellery selling in some markets. they occasionally called in by doctor for something big but its rare moment but i like there style, they reminded me of rouge types. joe is a smarts and clever with his swords and moe i find just sweetheart and they both seem be ok around my little zaran, see them play boardgames together."

N. Gin "Dr. Ngin was some first people on team to make me feel welcome, he has his moments but gentle manner so easy work with when i need help understanding tech of earth at times, he introduce me to games consoles so we moments racing games or those RPGs play together."

Nina Cortex "ah, Nina.. She was very hard warm up to and i know she is Docs beloved niece and so trying find some common ground with teenager too some time to build up, but we have our moments able bond, help out her assignments of school, girl talk on things she doesn't wish her uncle to know about.. so its slow for now i get it i might be aunty someday to her."

Nitrus Brio " a man who i mix feelings about, his bit ornery and fickle but i guess ok work with, we got along ok, I'm like to use alchemy and him a chemist so we have moments discuss on the matters at hand, but it comes do know being on competitive manner saying which is better alchemy of dragon realms or chemistry of earth. so our conversation get bit heated into debate."

Papu Papu "not much interactions with local tribal chief, when i do visit insanity island where the tribes are, i tend keep to my dragon form there as it dangerous with the locals now, so they keep wide birth from me... im sure i seen by them as omen of sorts."

Pinstripe Potoroo "ah, very confident and sleek dude, handsome face with vibes of street smarts, he like other minions who have there own life away from doc and only called in on big jobs. he always polite and a flirt when when i meet him first time. but nothing much as i don't have any work with him."

Ripper Roo "oooh yes the crazy one, apparently the blue roo took a liking to me when i came live in dr cortex current lair, followed me around lot times like a love sick puppy but he settle down now, he seem have moment of sanity and the his doctor persona pops out so easy deal with... but when the insane explosive manic comes out, the morning tnt blow up on the roof wake up calls are horrible to deal with.. cant sleep in some morning cause of whole place shaking."

Tiny Tiger "docs most loyal minion, he one stays living with doc and most time the bodyguard of the current lair, i find him be rather like big kid, i indulge moments play with checkers and help him with certain problems and so return he help with lot heavy lifting things when i need extra hand, real sweetheart."

Lab Assistant "these things are lil off putting, i kinda get they like golems with instructions for there AIs but its unsettling be around them cause remind me to much like dolls.. i don't like dolls as they creep me out."

"others i haven't meet cause most no longer work for dr cortex or moved on life, i heard the wild story's of characters like four legged racing aliens, living fruit ect ect.. but most who around islands to but that's another time to discuss about."

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WARNINGS: sexual refferences, mentions of drugs

✧taglist✧: @heeseung-min @jaeneohee @lovingvoidgoatee @neruishoon (anyone I may have missed)

✧CHAPTER 13✧

It's been quite a few months since the babies were born and the couple were slowly getting used to their sleepless nights. "So this thing with Ryujin you're actually serious about it for once?" Sunghoon asked as he rocked baby Anaya, who silently snuggled into Sunghoon. "Yeah, and I'm selling my first house as a realtor today. Everything was going well until one of my exes ruined it-" Heeseung sighed "Which one?" y/n asked snickering as baby Avaani smiled up at her mom, imitating her snicker. "I forgot her name- one before Yeji, after Nina-" Heeseung sighed.

"Oh the delusional one? what did she do?" y/n asked as she fed Avaani. "Well I was showing the house to a couple who have 2 kids, and everything was going well until she showed up, made up some lies about the home I was showing and stole my people." Heeseung complained, to which Avaani whined. "Doesn't she have a showing tonight?" Y/n asked as Hee groaned.

"Ugh I get it she's showing a stupid house with my people. they were mine but you know what? I'm a new Hee, I'm not going to do dirty work like she did because Im a nice realtor." Heeseung added "Or are you a little pussy?" y/n said as Sunghoon glared at her "y/n... language- babies pick up on these words yk?!" he warned. Y/n rolled her eyes as she turned back to Hee "Sometimes you've got to be a snake." the girl said as Heeseung shook his head "Fraid not y/n... anyways... I'll be off now." Hee said as he left the house.

"We gotta help him out" y/n said as Sunghoon frowned "You only get one chance to go out tonight and you want to waste it on your brother's delusional ex?" Sunghoon asked. "Babe we owe him... I mean well you did impregnate his babysister" y/n pointed out as she rocked the baby "How do my little angels like to spend the day with uncle sunooo yayyyy!" Y/n said in a baby voice as Sunghoon sighed loudly.

Love can make people do crazy things. For Sunghoon, he has killed many people and even tortured them for love. Never did he ever think he'd find himself covered in fake tattoos, in a ripped tank top which made him look practically topless, reeking of pot with a funky accent. Never would he have let his darling wife wear extremely short denim shorts with an extremely revealing nipply top, her eyebrows overdone and lips overlined, thick eyelashes, and a bottle of vodka in hand.

"Ready babe?" she asked as Sunghoon rolled his eyes "Lets get this done and over with." Sunghoon simply said "HEY Y'ALL, YOU'RE A BUNCH A LIL CUTIES HUH~ WE MADE YA SOME BROWNIES, MY HUBBY'S BEST AT THOSE YK?" Y/n squealed, walking in there seeing the shocked face of the realtor "AH SHARON RIGHT? THE REALTOR EX WITH 40 CATS AND OXY?" the girl added as Sunghoon followed. "Ah y'all must be our new neighbours, this lil hot junk is my wife~ got married after she dropped outta highschool~" He said, playing with his fake tongue piercing.

"So.. our new neighbours huh~" the wife said with a shaky voice, shudderring as she saw the clothes y/n wore "You look a lot like that hot CEO-" the woman added "I ain't no CEO, Am just a doctor... i prescribe drugs- weed, oxy, coke u name it we got it~ they're in those brownies we made" He said as they just blinked. "TRUST ME GAL THIS HOUSE IS PERFECT, ME AND MY HUSBAND HAD THE BEST SEX OF OUR LIFE IN HERE~" she yelled, twirling her hair as she chewed her gum staring up at Hoon.

"Ok Wow that makes our decisions easier-" the woman mumbles. "Oh baby, it was right here on this sofa where we concieved our 7nth son remember?" y/n added as Sunghoon tried to hide his real reaction, while the couple stared in shock. "Oh my god babe remember when the cops arrested you in that kitchen. I bet there.s still some coke n dried blood left over~" The girl added as Sunghoon agreed with her. "Hey speaking of these memories really are making me feel something huh..." Sunghoon trailed off, as he roughly caught y/n in an open mouthed kiss leaving the couple mortified "Yepp I think this house is definitely off the list, lets go back to that other realtor." The husband said, dragging his wife away.

Upon arriving home, Sunghoon took a long shower, while y/n comfortably played with their babies "Took me a while but finally got all that fake ink off, and god my body feels weird without those fake piercings, god the things I do for you y/n..." he sighed. Y/n smiled, hugging him tightly "Hee called me and he was so happy he sold that house coz of us, he bought you those ice skates you always wanted... and well, maybe in you're down for it next week..." Y/n trailed off as she handed him a box.

"Open it" she said with a smile, the man opened it and a big smile plastered his lips "You're finally gonna ice skate with me??? and the twins?" he said with a smile as he picked up the matching tiny skates "God they look so cute but aren't the a little too big?" Hoon asked "it's for when they're a little older, and they know how to walk a-and if they don't fit I'll buy something better" she said, smiling as Sunghoon kissed her, lovingly. His plan was to lock her in the basement and punish her for wearing something so provocative... but how could he when she's so sweet?

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Alone

Media - House of Anubis Character - Jerome Clarke Couple - Jerome X Reader Reader - Y/n Y/L/N Rating - Flirty Af (Maybe mild smut only a lil bit) Word Count - 1250

Jerome stood in his room dressed in his best grey jeans, his blue button down and his grey waistcoat. He was humming to himself 'I'm So Excited' as he made his bed, tucking in a black sheet over his mattress protector, then tossing on his grey duvet cover flattering it out nicely, and finally putting his two grey pillows against the headboard first one on top of the other but then he smiled wickedly and put the pillows one beside the other on his single bed. He then sat on his bed and happily tapped his fingertips together. 

Across the bedroom, Alife packs his suitcase ready for his trip home. "Are you really THIS excited Jerome?" 

"Alfie, I don't think you understand." he began, "Seven days. Alone. In Anubis house. With Y/n." He explained, "I am Ecstatic!" 

"If y/ns here you're not really alone, are you?"

"Shut up Alife,"

Alfie sighed and zipped up his suitcase, "Seriously though. I beg of you. Whatever you two are... going to do this week... please don't do it anywhere... non-sanitizable." 

"We'll try," 

"Have fun man," Alfie told him grabbing his suitcase,

"Ohh I will," Jerome smirked, "Have a good break Alife, See you in a week,"

"See ya," 

Alife then quickly leaves waving his roommate goodbye, Jerome excitedly sits in his bed counting the goodbyes that Trudy makes at the door to each and every Anubis house member as they leave for the week off. Alife going to his parent's vacation home in France, Nina is back off to America, Fabain going to his uncles, Mara off to see her parents, Amber going to some fancy vacation spot, Mick is off on a sports trip, Patrica is away with family too. All the pieces line so perfectly together. Until he heard the words that made him jump with excitement. 

"Mr Clarke! Miss Y/l/n!" Victor yelled from the entryway, 

Jerome bolted up and out of his room leaning on the wall of the boy's downstairs corridor with a smile, seeing Trudy by the door with her bag, Victor by the door with his suitcase and Y/n, standing on the stairs having come down from the girls rooms, in her small white sneakers, black leggings, little purple skirt, white t-shirt, her hair in a side braid and her almost trade mark at this point purple lipgloss. He bites his lip a little as he sees her the idea of everything they can do this week running through his mind. 

Jerome and Y/n had been friends as long as either really remember both getting dropped off at boarding school at the age of five and had always been around each other ever since, The two had been dating secretly for the last two years but rarely get time alone given Anubis house always being full of people, the only people who knew where Alife given he's jeromes roommate and Fabian and Nina but that's only because they are also a couple and thus the four work together to ensure no one gets caught. 

He can barely contain himself as Trudy says goodbye as she heads off on a trip. 

"Be good the both of you," She warns, 

"We will," Y/n smiled,

Trudy then leaves, leaving only Victor by the door. 

Victor glared both of them down before speaking as he paces the entry way, "Now, a refresher of the rules. No parties. No people over. No leaving the house unless it's an emergency. No Mr Clarke pizza is not an emergency."

Jerome almost chuckled but bit his tongue,

"Any non-emergency household issues such as blown bulbs and broken furniture noted down on the pad on my office door. For emergency house issues such as broken ovens or clogged showers call the Zeus house groundskeeper his number is on the fridge. My office is locked as it shall remain until I return, no attic, no basement, no fires in the fireplace, and I don't care if it's your term break lights out and be in bed at 10 o'clock precisely and I will still want it to be quiet enough to hear a pin drop as usual. And absolutely. Positively no room sharing. "

Jerome and Y/n make sneaky side eye at each other a few times during these rules almost as a silent understanding that most if not all those rules are going to be ignored, 

"Do we understand?" Victor asked,

"Got it." He nodded putting his hands in his pockets,

"It's all going to be fine, We are very capable," Y/n smiled, 

"You I trust Miss Y/L/n." Victor nodded going to the door, he then made a point to glare at Jerome which was enough of an answer of how much he trusts him, 

"We'll be just fine, Victor. Don't worry about a thing. We'll take good care of Anubis house and each other while you're gone." Jerome smiled,

"Alright, Emergency key and numbers are on the fridge. I expect good behaviour." He glared, before picking up his case and heading out the door he locked the first and then went out the second locking that one too. 

For a moment Jerome and Y/n stand in the silence letting it sink in that they are... really alone. 

"We... are... alone," Y/n said, 

"We're finally alone! No rules, no supervision, just you and me for a whole week." He gasped trying to hold back his excitement, 

She steps down the stairs for a moment checking as if she doesn't trust that everyone isn't just going to jump out on them, "All alone, after so long of boarding school houses and summer camps we..."

"No Victor, No Trudy, No Alife, no anyone. Just us." He offers his hand and she happily takes it so he spins her around in the entryway under the grand chandelier, "We're finally all alone,"

"Finally all alone," They press their foreheads together and can't hold back the smiles their arms around one another lovingly, 

"So, what do you want to do first? We can do anything we want! No limits, no rules, no restrictions."

"I have an idea," she smirked grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss,

He kisses her back the two quickly letting their tounges explore one and another as they heavily make out, He pulls her waist a little till he pushes her up against the wall already egarly getting his hands up her skirt, 

When the outside door opens making them pull apart, Y/n moves around the corner leaning her back on the wall, Jerome leaning his elbow on the wall to his side, and both smile awkwardly as Victor comes back in. 

"Hi!" Jerome yelps, 

"Forgot my hat," Victor said grabbing his hat, even if he lusciously glared between the two of them, 

Y/n did her best not to blush and Jerome did his best not to smile too much but as Y/n glanced between them she glared at Jerome seeing his lips now purple from her lipgloss so she made eye contact with him and rubbed the corner of her mouth which Jerome picks up on any quickly wipes the lipgloss from his mouth and innocently smiles,

"Behave," Victor demanded before he left locking both doors again, 

Jerome and Y/n wait this time to hear his car actually leave, before both let out a quick breath of relief. 

"Wanna go sit and make out on the sofa?" He asked,

"And order Pizza?" She asked,

He quickly pulls her into another kiss, "I love you."

"I love you too," she smiled grabbing his hand and dragging him into the living room, 

[missshezz]

Title: Lost & Found

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: None apply

Tags: Angst, Drama, Follows Here’s Negan (TWD tv universe), grief, shock, parental suicide, you POV (2nd person narration) as a kid. Negan is not a bastard here. Deals with death.

Word Count: 1300 words

Summary: Negan finds you after burning his house down

The flames greedily consumed your house. You stood there as everything you owned in the world was consumed in the blaze.

You were only gone a few hours.

A quick run into town to search for baby wipes, formula, and diapers for Mikey.

You couldn’t help the Vipers were out on the prowl and needed to hide.

How your mom managed to get around the block you setup in case she took notion, you didn’t know.

Somehow, she had, and managed to get into the garage where all the gas dad stockpiled when things started getting bad was.

I should’ve waited for Mrs. Hinkley to get back from her mercy mission.

I should’ve waited for nighttime to go scavenging.

I should’ve given her the last of her medicine so she’d’ve slept the whole day.

So many should’ve’s you could’ve done.

Things you would’ve done had somebody told you to do them.

Nobody was there, though.

It’s just you and your eleven-month-old brother, Mikey.

Your cousin, Ashley took off with Mrs. Hinkley’s granddaughter, Nina after the government instituted worldwide lockdowns to slow the spread of the disease.

Not that it worked.

Your older sisters got sick and were taken to the hospital.

Neither of ‘em got better.

You overheard Grandpa Joe tell Mrs. Hinkley that their bodies were taken to the crematorium.

You figured he told her the truth given the cloud of smoke always in that vicinity.

Grandpa Joe, Uncle Ed, and Auntie Barbara took sick then and also went to the hospital.

They never came home.

Your other cousin, Raymond got himself killed by the Vipers when he refused to give ‘em the medicine he bartered for.

And your dad?

Well, he either went and got himself bit while he tried to get your mom’s medicine or he got killed like Raymond by the Vipers.

You didn’t for one minute believe what Mrs. Hinkley said.

Your dad wouldn’t’ve left you to take care of your mom and Mikey.

He might’ve been a jerk at times but your dad always took care of you and your siblings.

Nope, far as you were concerned, your dad got killed. It was the only reason you’d accept for why he didn’t return home when he told you he would.

There was a loud groan a split-second before the roof of your house caved in.

Plumes of smoke and ribbons of bright orange flame billowed up towards the moonless sky in an almost hypnotic dance.

Burning plastic, wood, metal, and another, foul stench stunk up the air.

You didn’t dare think ‘bout what that last smell was.

You’d be sick if you did.

A twig snapped behind you.

Your heart leapt into your throat as you imagined it being one of them.

You didn’t know if that was the right word to refer to them by. You’d heard ‘em called loads of things: infected, biters, walkers, creepers…

To you they’re just the unfortunate.

A buncha people who hadn’t figured out they were dead.

Your dad told you the only way to kill one of ‘em was to either shoot ‘em in the head or stab ‘em between the eyes.

You hadn’t had to do that.

Until now.

How you’d accomplish it, you didn’t know.

Your dad took the only guns your family had with him when he left, your knife wasn’t sharp enough to cut paper, and you had your baby brother — who you wisely decided to take with you rather than leave home with mom — strapped to your back.

You slowly turned, terrified of what — not who ‘cause the unfortunate weren’t people anymore — you’d find.

A guy with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire wasn’t what you anticipated. Eyes as dark as yours stared first at the flames devouring the last section of your house before shifting to you.

“What happened, kid?”

Shame smothered your fear and panic. What kid wanted to admit their mom burned their house down ‘cause the voices inside her head convinced her too?

Your mind works feverishly on an answer he wouldn’t call out as a lie. You settle on, “It was an accident,” because it seemed safe enough.

He doesn’t believe it, though.

Not for one minute.

And he ain’t afraid to let you know he doesn’t buy your story.

“An accident, huh?” He pointed to a large red can in the middle of the yard. “That gasoline pour itself out? Light itself?”

Your shoulders droop.

Your eyes lowered to the ground.

Tears blurred your vision.

You tried to hold ‘em back.

Be a grown-up.

You aren’t an adult, though.

You’re a kid.

You shouldn’t be dealing with any of this.

You should be somewhere safe, protected by your folks, and doing everything you can to help them as they struggle to survive in this strange new world.

There wasn’t anybody else there, though.

Just you.

“My mom,” you mumbled into your chest. “She got real sick after she had Mikey. Heard voices that told her to hurt herself. They told her to do it.”

“What the fuck?” Shock and other things you couldn’t identify vibrated in his voice. “You saying your mom is in there?”

You nod as another groan pierced the silence. You looked back just as the walls of the house tumbled inwards.

More smoke and flame billowed forth.

Mikey, quiet throughout everything, whimpered.

He’d start fussing for feeding or changing before too long. Thankfully, you found formula, diapers, and some clothes in the house you hid from the Vipers in.

You just had no bottles to put the formula in or a way to warm it.

Mrs. Hinkley probably has a few bottles in her place I could take, you supposed as you murmured softly to Mikey to quiet him.

It wasn’t lost on you that an infant depended on you for his sole survival.

A twelve year old kid shouldn’t be raising one.

It wasn’t fair.

Not that life was, you realized as the man released a heavy sigh.

No, it was cold and cruel.

Much like this world.

“C’mon, kid.” He placed a surprisingly gentle hand on your shoulder. “Time to go.”

“I don’t got any place to go.”

“Nobody around here will take in a couple of orphaned kids?”

“Mrs. Hinkley probably let us stay with her but she���s off on one of her mercy missions. Don’t know when she’ll be back.”

If she’d be back.

This world taught you there was no guarantee on people coming back.

From the corner of your eye you spotted a few ramshackle figures coming up the street.

Attracted by the fire and the smell you refused to acknowledge.

The man must’ve caught sight of ‘em, too, because he said curtly, “You’re coming with me then.”

Every lesson you were taught about strangers screamed through your head.

Don’t go with ‘em being first and foremost.

Something, though, convinced you to trust him.

“Where we goin’?”

“As far from this shithole as we can get.”

He led you over to the motorcycle parked in your best friend’s driveway.

Kylie and his family got sick same time as your sisters.

Were probably taken to the crematorium with them, too.

“Mister?”

“It’s just Negan, kid. And this?” He indicated the bat he slid into a special pouch. “This is Lucille. And she is awesome.”

You didn’t know why a baseball bat was so awesome, but given you had a knife about as useful as a pencil against a gun, you figured it made sense.

Nothing else did.

“Hop on,” Negan told you. “And hold on tight.”

You did as told.

Wasn’t like you had much choice.

You were just a kid, after all.

A twelve year old one.

With a baby you now gotta raise.

‘Cause your mom burned your house down.

[yourimagines]

Darkness p.2

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: fluff

Y/N POV

I was laying in my bed when I heard my uncle yell my name. “Y/N!” I jumped out of my bed and hurried to the door. “Yes?!” I yelled back to him. “I have someone here for you!” “Okay, I’m coming!” I quickly changed my clothes and run down the stairs. “No running!” I heard my auntie yell from the living room. “Sorry.” I quickly went to the front door and saw Nina waiting for me. “Hey.” “Hey, I hope I didn’t wake you up.” She said with a laugh. “No I was just chilling in my room.” She nods and smiles. “So I was thinking if you want to hang out, we have my fathers car if we want to lunch somewhere.” I nodded. “Lunch would be nice.” We both laugh and I grabbed my jacket. “I’ll be there in a minute.” “Yeah of course, I’ll wait by the car.” We both nod at each other, I walked back to my uncle and aunt who are watching tv in the living room. “Hi, Nina asked me if I wanted to go eat some lunch with her, can I go?” “Of course you can go, do you need some money?” My uncle grabbed his wallet and gave me some money. “Thank you.” “No problem have fun.” “Thank.” I putted the money away and walked outside. Nina was waiting by her fathers car as Nick walked outside. “Hey can I have the car?” “No, we are just going to get some lunch.” He groaned. “Seriously?” I walked up and smiled at him. “Hi Nick.” He nods at me. “When are you guys back?” “I don’t know, ask mom if you can borrow her car.” “Why don’t you asked her.” She rolls her eyes at him“Because I already asked dad.” She looks at me and smiles. “Come on, let’s get some lunch.” I gave Nick an apologising smile and got in the car. “It’s always the same with him, since he stopped with school he’s always at the gym and always has this car.” She said with a huge sigh. “It will be okay, it’s just different.” She smiles at me. “You right, okay let’s forget about this and let’s get some food.”

We where sitting at a lunch room close by the gym where Nina’s brothers usually train. “So they train here? Everyday?” “Yes, Nick trains here every day, Nate is still in school but I have a feeling he’s going to drop out as well.” I nodded and took a sip from my drink. “I heard you are home schooled, why?” “I’m not really home schooled, I follow every class online because there is no place available for here at the moment.” She nods at me. “So your still following the classes from your old school.” “Yes, I try to keep up but not every class is being recorded so it’s difficult.” She reached her hand over to mine. “You’ll get this, I believe in you.” “Thank you Nina, that’s very kind of you.”

——— few days later———

I was sitting in my room behind my desk, making some home work as I heard the bell rang. I looked out of my window and saw Nina standing in front of the door, while Nick and Nate where standing on their driveway. ‘What do they want?’ “Hello mrs Y/L/N, is Y/N here?” “Yes but she’s busy with school.” “Oh right, can you tell here I stopped by?” “Of course.” “Okay thank you.” “Okay, bye.” “Bye.” Nina walked away and I heard the door closing. She walks up to her brothers and said something to them, then she walks into the house and they got in the car and drove off. ‘Hmm, weird.’ I looked back at my screen and started to work further on my homework.

I sat down at the kitchen table and got a plate with food. “So how was school?” My uncle joked. “Good, lot of homework but its a finished now.” He nods and my aunt smiles at me. “Good to hear you take school seriously.” I smiled and looked down at my plate. “Did Nina stopped by today?” “No.” ‘Liar.’ I nodded and started to eat my dinner. They were talking through the whole dinner as I remained silent. ‘She saw them that’s why.’ “I’m done can I leave to my room?” “Of course.” My uncle said. I got up and cleaned up my plate and glass and went upstairs. I changed my clothes into something more comfy and lay down in bed, grabbing my favourite book and started to read.

——— midnight———

I was still reading in bed, only one tiny light was on. My aunt said 2 hours ago goodnight and went to bed. ‘I can’t sleep.’ I sighed and placed my book down on my nightstand, I carefully got out of my bed and wrapped a blanket around me. I sat down behind my desk and opened my journal I saw some movement at the Diaz house. ‘Who is that?’ I squeezed my eyes a bit shut took look a bit better because of the darkness. ‘Nate?’ I saw him walking around the house and eventually he climbed up to one of the windows. ‘He’s been sneaking out.’ I saw the window open and he crawled in. Then I saw Nick looking directly at me. I quickly ducked down and my heart was racing. ‘He saw me, he saw me looking at Nate.’ I crawled away on the ground from my desk and got back in bed. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t be awake at these times, it’s none of my business.’ I closed my eyes and tried to sleep but I was still thinking about them, especially Nate.

——— next morning——-

I woke up a bit later than usually because I was way to long awake last night. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating some breakfast. “Y/N, we are both gone this week, the fridge is full with food, I’ll leave you some cash.” My uncle telling me. “ I know, have fun.” My auntie smiles and told me hundred times about No party’s, No diaz brothers, no school skipping. “I know I know, no boys no weird things, don’t worry it’s going to be fine.” She smiles and nods. “I know but I just needed to tell you. I know you’re not like them.” She gives me a kiss on my head and grabs her purse. “Okay we need to go, we see you next week.” “See you next week, have fun.” “We will and you can always call us.” “I will, bye bye.” My uncle slightly pushed my aunt through the door. “Bye darling.” “Bye bye.” He closed the door and the house became very quiet. ‘One week alone here.’ I felt a bit scared of the thought being alone. ‘It’s going to be fine.’

I was laying on the sofa watching some tv as I heard the bell rang. I got up and answered the door. Nina was standing there with a smile on her face. “Hi.” “Hey.” She looked at me as I looked down at my clothes. “Sorry didn’t expect people.” I was wearing an hoodie with some joggers. She giggles and waved her hands. “No it’s fine, I also have those days.” I nodded and saw the two brothers looking at us, they where standing at their driveway. She quickly looks behind her and looks back at me. “Don’t worry, they only want to know if they can get the car.” Nick was still looking directly at me as Nate looked away. “I’m not in the mood to leave the house, I’m sorry.” “It’s okay, I understand.” She smiles and turns around. “You can have it!” She yells at them. Nick immediately got in the car as Nate carefully looked up at us and gave us a tiny wave before he got in the car. “You want to come in?” “Yeah if it’s okay with your aunt.” I stepped out of the way so she could walk inside. I closed the door behind her. “They are not here, so it’s fine.” “Cool.” We both walked to the kitchen, grabbing a drink for her. “I was wondering if you want to come tomorrow night with me, it’s Nate’s birthday.” ‘Don’t hang out with the Diaz brothers!’ “Yeah sure.” She squeaked out in happiness. “Really? It’s going to be so much fun.” She gave me a quick hug. “Okay someone is happy.” “I am that means I’m not alone with them.” I laughed at her. “Do I need to be worried now?” “No but I don’t like to be the only normal girl, it’s boring you know and you’re my friend so it’s going to be fun.” I nodded and gave her a glass. “If you say so.”

[hakureiryuu]

part 1

episode 2, and I just noticed the episode titles that call the flashback b plots minisodes. what's that about?

not-quite-a-liveblog ahoy!

crowley looks so effing weird in this outfit?? maybe it's the glasses, they're so anachronistic, almost steampunk.

I actually thought he was talking about isaac or something here lol

birds flying away after crowley firebombs the goats lmao

saying that eve was the first human birth implies that she is adam's daughter???? which I guess makes about as much sense as a single breeding pair populating the planet, we all know how much inbreeding that would take.

(side note: I remember this Flood adaptation movie that had emma watson in it. noah wanted to kill off all the humans and just let the animals survive. he said while watson was pregnant that if her twin kids were boys, they could live and humans would just die out. but if they were girls who could grow up to be mothers, he would kill them. and I'm like, implying that their father/grandfather/uncles would be the ones impregnating them? nevermind the incest, what about the age gap??? but anyway)

ofc when gabriel claimed to be an expert in human birth I immediately thought of mary, but that hasn't happened yet. I mean it makes sense that this idiot would think eve counts, but couldn't he at least make it to cain??

there's something to be said about this story and elspeth's story connecting virtue with economic status. aziraphale appears to think about that when it's pointed out, but takes entirely the wrong lesson from it, as we see with elspeth later.

"but no one would ever find them- actually that's a great idea" it reads as aziraphale not wanting to deal with gabe's bullshit rather than agreeing with it, as though he hasn't done variations of the same thing for years. I still laughed tho XD

oh hey, "every day" was gonna be the original opening song for the first season! what a cute reference that will likely have little to no further relevance!

this was the point where I was like "why the hell is crowley just hanging out in that same alleyway all the time? wait a goddamn minute, did shax take his apartment?!"

it's so cute how maggie takes aziraphale's social cluelessness in stride.

the jukebox at the resurrectionist is just like the bently turning cds into queen, what a cute reference that will likely have little to no further relevance!

trumpets sound, archangels approach.

saraquel miraclling a ramp lmao

gabriel's attempts at flyswatting never work!!!!!!

I'm assuming all those newspaper clipping say "every day" etc? for some reason? someone correct me if I'm wrong, I would really love to know.

also why is he DRAWING gabriel? later he just needed it to show someone, but why not take a picture? I'm sure you have an ancient camera where you have to hide under a blanket lying around somewhere.

shooing motion miracle at the pub, hahaha

I was a good deal sus of this plan to ship nina and maggie when nina already has a partner, but that was before I realized lindsay is a piece of shit. still, it's not like they know that either! ineffable homewreckers, they are.

everyone's talked about how crowley's first thought re: romance is taking shelter from the rain 😊

but my asexual brain is somehow always teetering over the gutter, so when he said "get them wet" I blinked a bit XDD

JANE AUSTIN WHO???!?

"you think you know someone..." "she had balls!" "what?"

actually it wasn't a what, it was a well. as in "well that's not relevant to my point" like, sir, did you know this already? in what context??

meanwhile back in job's era they're having a bit of a tense discussion. this is explicitly after the flood so it makes sense that aziraphale absolutely does not believe that crowley wants to kill some kids. I wonder why lying is such a big theme in this episode? I haven't been able to really boil it down yet.

aziraphale's smug grin really breaks the tension though XDD

jemimah is adorable. the others are the product of rich parents.

these two are playing chicken with children's lives, but hey, it's about the trust 😌

"can I be a blue one?" I love her

aziraphale discovering food is so deliberately gross, why this?

so many complicated feelings from both of them about god actually talking to someone.

god's pronouns are she/they, approved.

crowley says see you in hell but the next day when sitis is about to flip god off he says actually let's walk this all back pfffft

"reach into his robes... no, higher."

when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much, they share a very special hug...

aziraphale stating flat out with no equivocation that gabriel was awful is such a huge step forward for him 😊

(while pausing to write this I noticed that john hamm is credited simply as jim, love that for him)

this is the 2nd time aziraphale has insisted "our" in the face of crowley's "my" I'm sobbing

good omens inside good omens, gomensception

aziraphale really took that "see you in hell" seriously though huh.

the gentle, simple way he says "I don't think you'd like it" hurts me and heals me.

"you're not like me because you're a demon, you're like me because you don't want to toe the party line." y'know lining up their meetings - the wall of eden, the ark, and now this - must paint a very interesting picture of aziraphale for crowley. we always thought that crowley fell for this angel nigh immediately and spent the rest of time orbiting him. now I think aziraphale fell into crowley's orbit, and crowley gradually learned more and more contradictory (and therefore interesting) things about him. like the shelter of the wing, it's all reversed in this season.

[boxwinebaddie]

an uncle nina clean-a upgayte! <3 c':

i'd apologize for all the personal posts but this is, in fact, my personal blog and i don't want to try to write/create until this is all sorted ( and i think it will be my best writing yet when it's here! fingers crossed. )

we've reached the halfway point in uncle nina *rp vc* vanquishes the evil that is her horror movie level scary depression nightmare room!

yay! <333 i am in surprisingly good spirits, have several loads of laundry going, hung a lot of clothes, can currently see my floor (epic), i made a schedule, all parts of my shift were covered, and this is just a reminder to all my friends ( especially a dear one who reached out to me and told me they are also overwhelmed) that you are so much BIGGER than the things that scare you, angels.

you can do anything that you set your mind to and i promise those things that seem impossible now will be so silly and small later when you are sittin at the summit of shit mountain w/ a smile on ur face. :)

take care, be well, be merry, be proud of ur accomplishments, big or small and know that every breath you take is a battle, baby.

so keep fighting the good fight, okay? <3

i love you and i hope you heal,

uncle nina <333

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Alternate time period

I remember watching the background of SL and noticing a sign that said Jam and Roller was established in 1962. Now I'm experiencing a mandela effect as I cannot find reference pictures to it?!

Nonetheless. Here's a little snippet of Jam and Roller in 1962.

Read on ao3 or under the cut.

The year was 1962, and there was a new indoor roller skate rink in the city. Jam and Roller. It was created because of the increased interest in roller skating that happened in the late 1950s. 

The rink turned out to be a hit, having especially young people coming to skate around.

This day, it all seemed like just any other. That is until Jazmin skated into the rink.

“Everybody!” she exclaimed, almost tripping on her own feet. “I have wonderful news!”

“What is it?” Delfi asked, leaning against the railing.

“You know how my uncle works with television? Well, he said I could borrow his camera, and we could record ourselves here at Jam and Roller! He said he wanted it to be as authentic as possible, which is why he lets us record ourselves!”

“What?” Ramiro, Gastón and Matteo skated up to her. 

“Yeah!”

“We’re gonna be on TV?” Jim asked. 

“We need to come up with good choreography we can perform!” Yam said.

Jazmin returned in the afternoon with the camera.

Everyone swarmed around her, all wanting to be in front of it. 

“One at a time!” Jazmin exclaimed. “Hey! This camera is expensive!”

Luna stood up at a table and made a whistling noise, getting everyone’s attention. “Hey! Everyone who’s gonna roller skate in front of the camera, get to the rink!”

People started hurrying away to the rink.

“Thanks, Luna!” Jazmin said.

Luna did a salute, and then jumped down from the table, also heading to the rink.

Jazmin took a deep breath, and then started recording.

“Hello! Welcome to Jam and Roller! The hottest place in all of Buenos Aires!” She panned over the café. “In here, people meet up to drink milkshakes, catch up with their friends, or just…” She panned the camera to Nina, who was sitting quietly with her book. “Take it easy.”

Gastón suddenly jumped into frame, sitting next to Nina. He gestured for her to look at the camera, and the two waved at it.

“Jam and Roller also has their own band! The roller band!” She walked up to the stage, where Simón, Nico and Pedro were slouching around. “Say hi to the camera, boys!”

Simón, immediately, started to play a tune on his guitar, before smirking into the camera. “Hello there!”

“You’ll see this now before we’re famous!” Pedro said, posing in the camera.

“But Jam and Roller is most famous for its roller skate rink!” Jazmin explained for the camera. “And here is the rink right now! Filled with all the wonderful skaters. Look, there’s Jim and Yam! Hello, girls!”

Jim and Yam skated up to the camera.

“Hello, girls! Tell me a little about yourselves!”

“Well, I’m Jimena, but everyone calls me Jim. I like roller skating and dancing.”

“And I’m Yamila, but everyone calls me Yam. I like roller skating and singing.”

“And you’re best friends?” Jazmin asked.

“Yep!” Jim giggled.

“The best friends ever!” Yam added.

“I love Yam more than… almost my own sister, haha!”

Both of them laughed. 

“Can you show me a little of your skating?” Jazmin asked.

“Of course!” Jim and Yam exclaimed in unison, and went out on the rink, to perform their little choreography.

As they finished, Jazmin panned over to Ámbar, who seemed to have waited to show off her own thing. 

“As you can see, you can skate in pairs. Or solo, like my friend Ámbar!”

That was Ámbar’s cue to come in and skate. She did a fabulous job. 

Jazmin then panned over to Luna. Luna didn’t say anything. She just waved at the camera as she skated by. Still, she made an impression, as it would turn out later when this aired on television.

In the year of 2024, a documentary was made about this old Jam and Roller place. A lot of these teenagers in the film eventually got famous careers, or became famous in other ways. And, it turned out, a majority of them had also been revealed to be part of the LGBTQ+ community. They called in these former teenagers for an interview.

“So, Jim and Yam,” the interviewer said, “A lot of people have said you could notice you two were in love already by this point. Do you agree?”

“Definitely,” Yam chuckled. “We did not officially start dating until years later, but you can see the sparkles already here.”

“Luna. You have never gotten married or even shown an interest to date a lot of people. Is this true?”

“It’s true,” Luna said. “I don’t want to label myself, but I’ve always found romance to be really overrated. And I’m so happy without it!”

“Ámbar, a lot of people have admitted to having you as a lesbian awakening. Apparently, you got the girls going wild. Do you know about this?”

Ámbar laughed. “Yes, people have told me that during the years. While I’m happily married to a man, I do feel attraction to women as well. And maybe I showed that aura more back in my teenage years. I feel flattered that I was people’s awakening.”

Finally, the interviewer gave everyone a final question:

“Do you think there is a reason so many people at Jam and Roller turned out to be queer?”

No one could give a straight answer to that. Pun intended.

[wernher-von-brawny]

I know I come off like I think I'm above it all when I get on my high horse about this, but IF I COULD SEE IN 1988 THAT THIS CURRENT SITCH WAS THE OBVIOUS, INEVITABLE, AND DESIRED OUTCOME OF REAGAN'S "RESTORE THE ARISTOCRACY" POLICIES, then a whole fat, thick, gigantic, hungolomghnonoloughongous-size slab of the folks who are today sitting in boardrooms, political office, and other seats of power -- who were and are smarter than me, better educated than me, and have had greater access to information and statistics than me all through these despicable last few decades -- must have seen it as well.

And they all went along with it. Not just the "bad actors"; all of them.

Shit, folks like Uncle Joe, Nancy, and Slick Willy & Hilly dropped a fucking brick on the gas pedal to make sure we got to this very destination in record time.

The nightmare isn't that "the evil MAGA fascists are making America a hellscape".

The sleep paralysis waking nightmare is all those "reasonable" folks who, in the 60s and 70s were quoted by Nina SImone as saying "go slow" about Civil Rights, and who have enabled, rationalized, and normalized every step we've taken down the ladder into this sewer.

They "other" all responsibility for this, content to let neoliberals turn the DNC into a conservative ratchet against reform, while tutting over brunch about the unseemly behavior of their fellow travelers who wear those tacky red hats.

The Christofascists and racists and conservatives have always been here, from day one. And as history shows, they've been running the show most of this time.

But for a few years in the mid-late 20th century, when it was briefly "fashionable" and "cool" and "chic" among the liberal elite, we had popular political support for progressive legislation.

And the vast "radical middle", whose thirst for that elusive feeling of self-worth can only ever be quenched by the media pissing "the correct lifestyle choices" down their throats, abided it.

Of course, it was just a fad; nostalgia for a dim memory of the eras when their great-grandparents got kids out of coal mines, and their grandparents cheered as FDR enacted Social Security. And it was displaced by someone who turned that nostalgia against us.

Reagan came along and said, "Fuck that shit; this world is the property of capitalists. We'll eat your soul and we'll steal your kids, and if you don't like it, you can suck my dick."

And half the Boomers -- the conservatives and the "I used to be into enlightenment; now I'm into money" half -- said, "Fuck, yeah!".

Then the Boomer Clinton came along and sold the rest of the Boomers -- and all other smug, ignorant Liberals (like my dumbfuck younger self) -- on "Reaganomics (Saxophone Version)", and we all said, "Fuck, yeah!"

We sold out the country with "if neither side is happy, it's probably a good compromise", while ignoring that Nazis will never be happy with less than 100%, so any compromise is a loss for us.

From "You're either with us or against us" to "We're looking forward and not back", it wasn't apoplectic, unreasoning "deplorables" who made this happen.

It was "reasonable moderates" who surrendered inches, then feet, then yards, then miles and acres in the name of "reaching across the aisle" in order to navigate the conveniently recurring "complex and difficult situations" that justified said capitulations.

For decades we called the French "surrender monkeys". Turns out that smug Liberals were the real surrender monkeys all along.

"Kids, thank the smug Liberals for trading away hard fought environmental regulation and economic protection for a handful of performative gestures."

"Thanks, smug Liberals."

"Good, now get back to work. This coal ain't gonna dig itself."

Christofascism is here. White conservatives see it as the only path forward.

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Vivir sin permiso (Unauthorized Living) - Season 2: Quotes

- “Nobody can change who they really are.” (Episode 1)

- “Some people’s end is a new beginning of others.” (Nemo - Episode 1)

- “Did you invite them or did the neighbours report us for making noise?” (Episode 1)

- “It’s one of the things I learnt from you, not to get killed easily.” (Mario - Episode 1) 

- “We do what we please.” (Episode 1)

- “The devil has friends everywhere.” (Germán - Episode 1)

- “Because the Mario you fell in love with is dead, Nina. I’m not that person anymore. (Mario) - You don’t know which Mario I fell in love with. (Nina) - The one who told you what you wanted to hear. That I loved you. (Mario) - And you didn’t mean it. (Nina) - I’m sorry. (Mario) - No. There was something between us and you know it. Mario, come back home. (Nina) - Nina, I used you. I used you to obtain what I wanted. It’s the only truth. (Mario) - You’re right. I liked the old Mario better, even though he was lying to me. It’s Lara, isn’t it? (Nina) - No, it’s for me. (Mario) - I thought the new Mario never lied. (Nina) - Nina, I came to say that I’m sorry and it’s best for both that we leave it here. (Mario) - You used me. You lied to me. Now you will give the opportunity to make our marriage work. You owe me. (Nina) - Nina, please. (Mario) - I won’t give up. And I won’t make it easy for you. I’ll fight for you, whether you like it or not.” (Nina - Episode 1)

- “What’s your reason to come here, Mario? (Monterroso)  - Oeste is my home. (Mario) - Ah, you were homesick. Don’t take me for a fool and think I’ll buy you’re now a saint.” (Monterroso - Episode 1)

- “I know he’ll be back and that day I’ll be here waiting for him.” (Monterroso)

- “I know what you want and I’ll give it to you. That stupid girl won’t make you happy because she doesn’t know you.” (Episode 1)

- “No. Besides, nobody can be the new Nemo unless Nemo allows it. So, he’ll have to die. Off with the old, on with the new.” (Episode 1)

- “Bad people don’t like that you aren’t like them. It makes them feel guilty. And they’ll punish you for it.” (Mario’s uncle - Episode 1)

- “It should have been you instead of him. If you go against me again, it’ll be me the next one who comes for you.” (Ferro - Episode 1)

- “The cemetery is full of people who should be alive. And some people like us, perhaps we deserve to be six feet under.” (Nemo - Episode 2)

- “Here everybody is known. (Monterroso) - My father used to say that in Oeste, those you’ve known all your life are the first ones to betray you.” (The judge - Episode 2)

- “How can you be so sure about that? (Ferro) - I have many friends that tell me many things before they happen (The ginger girl) - in front of your fucking eyes. (Ferro) - They don’t tell you everything.” (The ginger girl - Episode 2)

- “I can see they are treating you well, dude.  - People treat you how you allow them to treat you.” (Episode 2)

- “The police need to know very clearly that there are things that can’t be touched.” (Episode 2) 

- “You must be very desperate if you ask me something of that sort. Then look elsewhere, I’m not a help yourself service.” (Chon) - And whose fault is it? Love and respect, you have to earn them.” (Nemo - Epiosde 2)

- “Do I tell the funeral company not to take anything away and we have two for the price of one.” (Ferro - Episode 2)

- “You’re right. Words are gone with the wind. (Nemo) - We can work things out between us. (Mario) - Forget everything’s happened. (Nemo) - Yes, but we don’t choose our memories. You know better than anyone else. (Mario - Episode 2)

- “Subtlety is not your speciality. Neither in your cloths, nor in your threats. If you want something, just say it.” (Nemo - Episode 2)

- *Fuck me right here. (Nina) - Nina. (Mario) - It’s not a bad offer. (Nina) - Nina, please. (Mario) - It’s something that you want in exchange for something you desire.” (Nina - Episode 2)

- “My husband repudiates me, my father insults me. So, all I get here is disdain.” (Nina - Episode 2)

- “I don’t know what you’re going to do with all this dynamite. But whatever you do, don’t let it explode in your ass.” (Freddy - Episode 2)

- “Sacrifice yourself for Nemo. An end fit for you. Now I understand why the call you Gallo de Michoacán.” (Episode 3)

- “You blow up like a balloon to scare off your enemies. But you’re nothing but a bird that can’t fly.” (Nemo - Episode 4)

- “I heard your father’s in prison. How are you?  - It doesn’t matter. I’m used to being let down by the men in my life.” (Nina - Episode 4)

- “Well, in the end a prison is like a hotel, the difference being that there are guests you can’t trust.” (Germán - Episode 4)

- “Wasn’t it you who didn’t want to get into trouble?  - I don’t want to, but it’s trouble that finds me.” (Episode 4)

- “There are things that a man like me would rather forget, but I can’t choose what I remember and what I forget. This disease cleans everything out.” (Nemo - Episode 4)

- “If you mix two good quality products, you’ll obtain one ever better.  - Not always. There are things that can’t be mixed, they repel each other.” (Episode 4)

- “Galician people think that all their land is much larger than it really is.” (Germán - Episode 5)

- “There are certain things that they’d better remain a secret.” (Episode 5)

- “I thought my nephew had straighten out, but... I guess that there are debts that never expire.” (Episode 5)

- “You saw what I saw.  - Sure I saw the same as you did, and I shut my fucking mouth.” (Episode 5)

- “I don’t need to get my cock out and put it on the table every time something upsets me.” (Ferro - Episode 5)

- “Because I know my son, I know that you didn’t marry him for love, or the chance to have it. You married him because you know what’s at stake.” (Germán - Episode 5)

- “And not everyone understands that and from those who understand, not all of them would’ve the guts to do it the way you did it. Courage or stupidity.” (Episode 5)

- “That’s what you think. You think you sold your soul to the devil. (Germán) - Is it not like that? (Nina) - Maybe. Opportunities in life come because the devil makes us choose them. And the ones who chooses to take the risks wins.” (Germán - Episode 5)

- “Far from solving it, you have worsened it. I know Chon. You have turned an infatuation into a romantic love, into a matter of pride.” (Nemo - Episode 5)

- “My husband isn’t a metaphor. My husband is a murderer.” (Chon - Episode 5)

- “It has been a long time since I last felt the sand under my feet. There are small pleasure that we forget.” (Nemo - Episode 5)

- “No one can find Celso if Celso doesn’t want to be found.” (Ferro - Episode 5)

- “It’s a nice change to be able to have dinner with someone who is not here for murder or aggravated theft.” (Germán - Episode 5)

- “For the opportunities the devil pushes us to take.” (Episode 5)

- “What are you going to do? - Do you want to know?  - No.” (Episode 5)

- “Have a nice journey, Mario. Wherever you are fucking going. (Ferro) - I’ll see you there. (Mario) - Yes, but you’ll arrive much sooner. (Ferro - Episode 5)

- “You were better than me, younger, more determined. You were going to take me over in the business and in my family. You were going to take over my life. (Nemo) - No, Nemo. No one can replace you. You can be killed but not replaced.” (Mario - Episode 5) 

- “Easy, I’m also losing out with this, but a good player knows when to leave the table.” (Ferro - Episode 6)

- “To arrest me? Otherwise you’d have already done it.” (Lara) - Clever girl, a pure Bandeira. Smart and someone who loves dirty money.” (Monterroso - Episode 6)

- “It’s better to be safe than polite won’t you agree?” (Episode 6)

- “You’d better make sure that Santos has no doubts, otherwise he’ll have your fucking skull tattooed on his ass.” (Ferro - Episode 6)

- “Careful, you want to know too much. Women who are beautiful and intelligent are the first ones to get into trouble.” (Germán - Episode 7)

- “Don’t turn me on if you won’t follow through. When you play with fire, you get burnt in the end.” (Episode 7)

- “Sorry about this morning, it looks like I had scorpion for breakfast.” (Santos - Episode 7)

- “What’s important isn’t where I’m going. What’s important is who I’m going with.” (Nemo - Episode 7)

- “I think that I’ve already fought all I had to fight.” (Episode 7)

- “I hope you hold no grudge against me. Business is business. It isn’t personal.” (Santos - Episode 7)

- “Children have a strange power over their parents. We can feel their pain more than our own. And we’re only happy when they are happy.” (Nemo - Episode 8)

- “You have to be patient, Nemo. (Ferro) - Patience is for men who have time. That’s a luxury I can’t afford.” (Nemo - Episode 8)

- “In order to succeed, you must work two hours more than other people.” (Elisa - Episode 8)

- “I thought you’d changed. (Elisa) - No one changes that easily.” (Mario - Episode 8)

- “But remember who gave you everything, everything you have, your last name, your life. Without all that, you’re nothing, you’re useless, you’re worthless!” (Germán - Episode 8)

- “I understand you hate me, but... (Nemo) - No. I don’t hate you. It would be like hating jellyfish because they sting. You can’t help being you.” (Lara - Episode 8)

- “What’s the matter? (Mario) - I can’t stand this house any longer. I swear, it’s like hitting a glass window I can never get through.” (Lara - Episode 8)

- “Do you know why I’m not scared of anything? Because nothing will happen to me.” (Germán - Episode 8)

- “However, he forgot that curiosity killed the cat, true?” (Episode 8)

“I can’t understand why everyone is protecting me. - One tries to protect whom one cares about.” (Nemo - Episode 9) 

- “I care! I care because your son is your weakness. And if the Arteagas find out about your weakness, I may end up dead.” (Episode 9)

- “You? (Mario) - Mario, don’t promise anything you won’t do.” (Episode 9)

- “Lara’s so much like you that one day she’ll take what’s hers.” (Ferro - Episode 9)

- “You won’t be able to do anything because you’re ill.” (Episode 9)

- “The mountain of dead bodies you have created through the years will be for her. But even those you love, you end up destroying their lives.” (Carlos - Episode 9)

- “I’ve come to offer you a deal you won’t be able to refuse.” (Nemo - Episode 10)

- “The business with the Colombians was a cock up thanks to you. The whores’ one was going well till you arrived. You’re jinxed. It’ll be better that you clear off.” (Germán - Episode 10)

- “In Oeste things are done with your dad’s permission.” (Ferro - Episode 10)

- “She doesn’t care about money. Pretty, young, classy. The sort of girl that can make you lose your head, until you find out that she’s pregnant with another guy’s baby. The film of Mendoza. Give it to the police. If that woman isn’t with me, she won’t be with him either.” (Germán - Episode 10)

[goldengoddess]

being married to kaz brekker headcanons

request: hi! could you do being married to kaz brekker headcanons? i absolutely love your writing btw!

a/n: omg thank u so much! and yes!! domestic kaz i absolutely love this he deserves this happy ending 

no one would ever expect that being married to kaz brekker would be easy

they’d expect constant threats

mortal danger

constant illegal activity

and they’d only be partially correct

being married to kaz brekker was like getting a new adventure every day

and sometimes that adventure wasn’t illegal

a lot of the times it was though

sometimes the adventure was taking a walk through a forest and reaching a meadow filled with sunflowers

kaz would hold your hand

finally at ease, away from the business of ketterdam

he’d lead you through the maze of flowers until you found a clearing

and then the two of you would sit in the sun for hours

talking about anything or sitting silently in each other’s company

because you two were married and there was nothing more important than the other

there was no underlying plan kaz needed to figure out

there was just you and the smell of the grass

“you are it for me” he would say to you and to the flowers

after you first got married, the two of you stayed in ketterdam

you’d bought an apartment away from the slat and the crow club, because it was meant to be a new space for the two of you

you lived right next to the best coffee shop in town

so whichever of the two of you woke up first would make the short trek to the shop and pick up your regular orders

always a tall black coffee for kaz

mornings were blissful

regulars at a coffee shop

the quiet of your own space

the smiles the two of you could share privately

but then the perfect bubble would be broken

and kaz would jump head first into the dangerous streets of the city

and he’d almost always come back hurt or annoyed or in a foul mood

which usually meant he’d distance himself in fear of taking it out on you

this almost never worked because you’d gotten pretty used to dealing with kaz in a way that left the two of you happy

and you’d annoy him with random facts about your day until he’d talk to you

“and then this afternoon i was talking to nina about-”

“okay okay y/n please let’s talk about something else no more nina stories, i know too much about her as it is”

so even though ketterdam was your home and kaz’s

after a few years the two of you moved to the country side, only an hour from ketterdam but still far enough away that it felt like your own little world

kaz would make a weekly trip to the city to check on things but you were his priority

finding peace for once was his priority

you and kaz had known each other for years

so even though some days physical contact was hard, you had helped him get to a place that touching was normal between the two of you

the best thing about married life was waking up next to kaz

being able to turn around in the morning and wake up to his face

his arm thrown over your waist

his mouth slightly parted

and you’d wait until the woke up to see him realize you were next to him and see how his smile took over his face

“it’s creepy that you watch me sleep y/n”

“i can’t help it, my husband it gorgeous”

living together

being married to each other

obviously came with bickering

little fights about leaving the door unlocked

or forgetting to add toilet paper to the grocery list

but those fights ended in mumbled apologizes and frantic kisses and lots and lots of giggling into each other’s mouths

both of you had a bad habit of fidgeting with your wedding rings

the matching gold bands were a total comfort item for the two of you

every time you were anxious you twisted it around your finger until kaz came and held your hands still

and every time kaz watched you do something totally mundane that made him fall in love all over again he’d rub the wedding band as a reminder of how lucky he got

inside the bands, the others initials were carved in

but in your band the words ‘yours forever” were also added

even though the two of you now lived your happy domestic lives

trying out new cake recipes and having lazy sundays together

kaz brekker was still the dirty hands you had fallen in love with back at the barrel

and sometimes he needed to get his hands dirty

once every couple of months he’d come back to the house

his lip torn and his limp worse then usual, his shirt covered in what you prayed was someone else’s blood

you’d sit him on the counter and stand between his legs, disinfecting any cuts

“sorry” he’d mumble

as if he had anything to be sorry for

“you have nothing to be sorry for. i love all versions and parts of you. as long as you come back home in one piece you don’t have to apologize to me ever”

kaz still couldn’t understand how you were able to love the version of him that did anything to survive

being married comes with certain questions

those questions mostly coming from jesper fahey himself

“so, kaz, y/n, the favorite couple of ketterdam, when can we expect little kaz’s running around?”

wylan would slap his own forehead in utter disappointment of his husbands inappropriate questions

the two of them had a little girl they had adopted a few years back

and you loved her to death

and though kaz was much more reluctant to hold the little girl and kiss her

you’d once heard him telling her that he would hurt anyone that ever threatened her

he was her uncle and godfather after all

you always blushed at jesper’s questions about children

brushing off the comment

not bringing it up again

but one night, after spending the day with wylan and jesper

kaz whispered, “we could be parents”

you turned to him ready to find a ‘just kidding’ look on his face

but he had been staring at the ceiling

total seriousness 

“do you want to be a dad?”

he had nodded his head, still not looking at you

“then you’ll be a dad”

his head had snapped your way and his smile made everything the two of you had ever suffered through worth it

“i want a son” he had laughed into the crook of your neck after showering your face with kisses

you scoffed teasingly, “and if i want a girl?”

being married to kaz was beautiful

and even though kaz couldn’t see it

this is what he deserved

this peace and domestic happiness

and the promise of a future with you

[yourimagines]

hey so I've seen that you've done a nick diaz series gym friends but if u have time or when complete this series can u do a nate diaz series I would really enjoy it if that's okay with you of course love your work

Yup I will, here is the first chapter

Darkness p.1

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing, Fluff, angst

- Summary: You moved to your aunt who lives in Stockton because of family issues….

Y/N POV

“Come on darling, let’s get you settled.” She got out of her car and opened the back of the car. I sighed and got out as well. She smiles as gives me one of my bags. “Hello mrs Y/L/N.” Two guys walked out of the house next to hers. “Oh hello, how you guys doing?” “Good and you?” She smiles brightly and wraps an arm around me. “I’m doing good, helping my family, this is Y/N, Y/N they are Nate and Nick Diaz, my neighbours their sons.” I nodded and gave them a small smile. One of them gave me a tiny wave. “Nice to meet you Y/N, but if you excuse us we need to go.” My aunt waved them off. “Of course, tell your mother I said hi.” “We will.” The got in their car and drove off. She smiles and shakes her head. “They are kind but also big trouble makers.” My uncle opens the door and walked up to us. “There you are.” He gave me a quick hug and took the rest of the bags. “Come let’s get inside.” We all three walked inside, ready to decorate my new room.

I was sitting at the kitchen table as my aunt was cooking dinner. “I hope you feel a bit better today, we can go shopping tomorrow for some new clothes and stuff for in your new room.” I nodded at her. “Thank you.” “No darling, don’t thank me. You are always welcome here.” She gave me a quick hug and went on with making dinner. “Are the neighbours here a bit kind?” She smiles and laughs. “Yes they are but I don’t think you should hang out with the two sons from mrs Diaz, they have a bad influence but their daughter Nina is nice.” I slowly nodded. “I will talk to her about it, don’t worry.”

——— a few days later ———

“Hello mrs Y/L/N, is Y/N here?” I heard Nina asking my aunt. “Yes she is… Y/N Nina is here!” I walked downstairs and smiled at her. “Hey.” “Hey, wanna hang out?” I looked at my aunt, she smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah sure.” I said to Nina, she smiles and we both said goodbye to my aunt. “So what do you wanna do today?” I stuffed my hands in my pockets, shrugging my shoulders. “I don’t know, what do you wanna do?” “We could hang around at my place..” “sure.” We both walked up to her front porch. “We are alone today, no brothers or parents watching us.” She joked as we walked in. “Welcome in houses Diaz.” I looked around as I followed her to the kitchen. “Drink?” “Yes please.” She nods and grabs two glasses a bottle of soda and a bag of chips. “Let’s go to my room.” I followed her upstairs and walked to her room. “Oh that’s the bathroom, toilet, my parents room, and my brothers bedrooms.” She pointed at each door before heading into her room. She placed everything on the ground, threw a blankets and a few pillows on the ground and closed the door ajar. “So you wanna play a game?” “Yeah sure.” We both sat down and got comfy. “Okay I have this funny card game, it’s filled with stupid questions, I think it’s a funny way to get to know each other.” I nodded at her. “Okay let’s play it then.” She smiles and grabbed the cards. “Okay first question…..”

——— afternoon———

Her parents where already back and asked my aunt if I could stay the night because Nina was begging them to let me stay. We were both laughing at each other in her room. We just got dinner and went back upstairs, playing that stupid funny game again. “Okay okay, next one. Do you have a ex, if so show the most ugly picture of them.” Nina snorted and grabbed her phone. “Okay, this picture is… so bad.” She turned her phone and I saw a guy covered in mud. “Is he crying?” She nods and laughs. “Yeah this is an ugly picture.” “I know right.” I placed the card down as she took one for me. As she wanted to read the next one her door swings open, hitting the wall with a bang, we both looked up and saw her brothers standing in the door opening. “Guys!” Nina yelled and pushed them away. “Go, I have a friend over.” They quickly looked at me, I just smiled at them. “Oh shit Nina sorry we didn’t know.” “Out!” She pushed the door closed. “Ugh, why are they like this.” She sat down with a huff. “Okay next question… weirdest turn on.” “Turn on?” She nods and took a sip from her drink. “Uhh I don’t know..” “come on, everyone has them… some people like socks or something.” I looked down at my hands. “ I don’t know.. maybe blood or something.” The last part I whispered at her. “Blood? Like in bruised and stuff?” She asked in a lower voice. “Yeah..” she hummed and gave me the next question.

“Okay girls, don’t make too many noise, y/n you’re comfortable?” Her mother asked me. “Yes thank you.” She smiles and bid us a good night. She softly closed the door ajar. The lights on the hallway went off. Nina and I were both laying in our pyjamas on a mattress on the ground. “There is a possibility that Nate will come in my room to hang out but if you’re not comfortable with that I can turn him away.” “No it’s okay, I’m not tired yet.” She smiles at me. “I only know you for two days but I already see you as a friend.” “Aww Nina, thank you.” I smiled back at her.

The house was completely quiet as we whispered at each other. “Nina?” We heard someone whispering at the door. “Nate?” Nina whispered back. The door slightly opened further and Nate tiptoed inside, carefully closing the door shut. “Can I hang out for awhile? Nick has his girl over.” Nina and I giggled at him. “It’s not funny, please?” We both nodded and he took a seat on the edge. “I don’t think we properly met.” He said to me. “No, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” “Hi Y/N, I’m Nate Diaz.” Nina giggled at us. “What?” Nate said, she just waved him off. “Nothing.” He rolled his eyes at her and sat back. “Just ignore me, I’m only waiting till he’s done.” I smiled at him as he closed his eyes.

——— the next day———

Nina, her parents and I sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Nate, nick and his girl where still sleeping. “So, do you girls have plans today?” “Yes,we are going to the mall.” Nina replied to her parents. “That’s nice.” We both nodded. “Yes I asked Nate if he could bring us because nick has your car.” “Again?” Her father said. “Yeah…” he shook his head. “Well it’s nice of Nate to bring you guys.” Her mother said. As we were speaking about them, Nate walked in. Looking like a mess. “Good morning.” He said with a raspy voice. “Morning sunshine.” His mother sang out. He took a seat next to me. “Is your brother also coming down?” “Yeah but he’s going to bring her back to her house.” His father nodded and stood up as we all heard Nick and his girl walking down the stairs. “I’ll be right back.” He said and disappeared into the living room. Nate reached over the table and grabbed an boiled egg. In the background we heard Nick, talking a bit louder than usual. “No fuck this shit!” And a door slammed shut. Nate closed his eyes for a bit and sighed. Nina didn’t say anything and tried to ignore Nate with his sighing. “So the mall huh.” Her mother said trying to uplift the mood but I didn’t helped as her father walked back in. “I’m so done with him. He’s needs to find a job.” He sat down with a loud puff. Nate stood up and stormed off. “You need a job as well son!” He yelled after him. Nina was embarrassed, she looked down at her plate while her cheeks were red. “Yes the mall, can’t wait to go.” I replied back to her mother with a smile on my face. She lits up and smiles back at me. “Y/N darling tell me more about yourself.”

[euphoricimagination]

Part 27: Domestic life with Dad! Kenma while preparing and celebrating his birthday. The end of the the series

Part 26 - Part 27 [the end]

From the beginning

The beginning of the year passes quickly, and so does the Olympics. Since people weren’t allowed to leave the village, you were seriously considering in just not participating, not wanting to leave Nina alone for too many days; as much as she loves Kenma, it was going to be impossible that a year old can be without her mom for days. But being the local team let you have a few advantages, so after a lot of work asking for a permission, Nina and Kenma were allowed to go there.

In the Olympics you saw Oikawa again, who was playing for Argentina, and despite them winning against your team in the quarter finals, you couldn’t help to be terribly proud that he was getting the recognition he deserved. Not only he let you -and Nina- use his bronze medal, but he also mentioned you in his interviews, thanking you for supporting him from the beginning. Now every time he comes to Japan, he promised that he will come by to hang out and see his niece.

Now it’s the 15th of October, a day away from Kenma’s birthday. Normally he streams the day before so his birthday is off, so he’s getting ready for it after helping you wash the dishes and clean up a little the dining room.

"You sure you can do the stream for that long? I know that it's special, but you’re a little sick" you say while entering the living room, where Nina was ‘drawing’ with some crayons in her book

"I feel better, don’t worry. Plus, we hit 21 million, so I want to do it for longer to celebrate" says back hugging you "I’ll accept some cuddles afterwards though"

"Sure, but if I get sick, you’ll take care of everything"

"I'll take the consequences. I'm going to set up the stuff"

"Sure. Nina, want to give dada a good luck kiss?" You say to the girl, who looks up at you with a smile in her face

"No!" says shaking her head smiling, making Kenma squints his eyes at her playfully

"Are you sure? We are not going to see dada in a few hours" you add making her pout, standing up

"Dada, kiss" says coming to you and making Kenma lean down to her height so she can smack her lips into his face and hug him

"Thank you, princess" says with a smile on his face "be a good girl with mama, ok?"

"Okay dada" says going back to scribbling

"You know that she barely give us problems. In fact, we are going to bake something today, so ignore the smell"

"Sure, I wonder what it will be" says sarcastically

"Who knows? It's not like it's someone's birthday tomorrow" you kiss him "Good luck, have fun"

"Thanks, I'll text you if I play a calmer game so you two can watch"

The afternoon starts with Nina’s naptime, leaving you with 1.5 hours free to relax alone. After she woke up, you dress her in one of the t-shirt gifted by Bokuto -that reads ‘apparently I love volleyball'- and went to the yard so she could play with her many toys. She particularly loves the swing, slide and playing with her mini’s volleyballs, because of course, having many professional volleyball player uncles meant that she would have many volleyball related toys.

Later in the afternoon you two make an apple pie for Kenma’s birthday, Nina helping you with really basic stuff. After that you watch Kenma play Animal Crossing, well having it as a low background noise while she plays with the stuffed toys the guys gave her

"Ok Nina, it’s time to go to bed" you say to her at 8 pm, taking her upstairs to her bedroom

"Dada" says when we passed his gaming room, faint noises coming out

"Want to say bye-bye to dada?" You ask her, making her nod "lets see if he can, ok princess?"

‘Thank you @Bokutolefttit for the 100 subs, what an…interesting name haha. Everyone’s doing fine and yeah, Nina is a really calm and intelligent baby, she’s growing up beautifully'

"Dada!" says rubbing her eyes sleepily, his eyes immediately goes to you, softening at the sight

"Sorry, she’s going to sleep and wanted to say bye to you"

"It’s okay love, give me a few second guys" says taking his headphones off "what happened, princess?"

"Dada bye-bye" she says when he comes closer, clutching his shirt to hug him without letting you go. He just chuckles at the action, hugging you both.

"Bye-bye princess, have a good night" he kisses her cheek "I love you both"

"‘ove dada"

"We love dada too, right Nina? Now let’s get you to sleep" you say to her as she lays down on your shoulder "how much more are you staying up?"

"A few hours more, you can sleep if you’re tired"

"Nah, I’m fine, just wanted to know. See you later" you kiss him before leaving the room

After you put her to sleep, you go to your bed with your switch to pass time, having Kenma stream as a background noise while you play.

"What are you doing?" Asks Kenma while entering the room a few hours later, immediately coming to where you were to lay down in your chest

"I was talking to Tsumu, he told me that he has an offer to join a Poland team" you say letting go of my phone to play with his hair

"Cool, is he taking it?"

"So far, no. Supposedly, he doesn’t want to leave the country. It will be good for him, but he has to decide that"

"I see…How was it today?"

"It was good, some small tantrums here and there but nothing that I couldn’t deal with…"

"She doesn’t have as many tantrums as my mom told us she would… you know, I could smell the apple pie from my room" says looking at you, small smile appearing while you caress his cheek

"You better not take any yet, it’s for tomorrow morning"

"But it smelled so good, your apple pie is the best" he moves up to lay on the crock of your neck "And it’s not like Nina is going to notice if a piece is gone, or like we are falling asleep any time soon"

"You can be so annoying when you want to" you say as you look at the clock "fine, we can get some apple pie. Happy birthday love"

"Thank you, love"

"Any wish?"

"With you and Nina I have everything that I could ask for, honestly"

"Well, I still got you something, but that has to wait for tomorrow so she can give it to you…Now let’s go and eat some apple pie, shall we?"

"I just love you too much"

"Because I let you eat apple pie at night?"

"No, because you’re amazing. I’m really lucky to have you"

"So cheesy" you roll your eyes, yet smiling at his words "lets go"

The next morning starts with Nina waking up at 7:30. Since you and Kenma stayed up until 3:30 in the morning, you were obviously tired, but seeing Nina look so excited was an adorable sight. You dress her up and take her to take a slice of apple pie before heading back to your room

"Dada!" She yells, going to him and trying to climb the bed. Kenma, despite barely being awake, stretches his arm quickly to help her go up, taking her in his arms

"Morning princess, morning love" says smiling tiredly as you sit on the other side of the bed

"Morning love. Nina, come here" you call her passing her a paper bag "give this to dada, with a big hug, ok?" she nods going back to him doing what you told her

"Thank you princess, wanna help me?" says to her as she takes one of the papers out and moves to start playing on her own. He chuckles and continues to take the papers out, eyes widening slightly at the present "Seriously? A Lady Dimitrescu mousepad and figurine?"

"Don’t act like you didn’t simp for her, we all did. I was going to get you a body pillow, but it was +18 and I wanted Nina to give it to you"

"You’re unbelievable, but thank you" says smiling to you before taking Nina in his arms, so you move to cuddle him

"Of course babe. Anything you want to do today? I can call Rin or Tsumu to take care of her" you ask while playing with her hands

"Just a lazy day, the two of us playing games together while eating junk food, we haven’t done that in a while...Will Nina be okay though?"

"You’re talking as she doesn’t love Rin. I’m sure she loves him just as much as she loves us…Nina, want to spend time with uncle Rin?"

"Uncle ‘in!" says excitedly as she moves up and down in his chest

"I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll call him later, he's not going to be awake now"

"Dada! 'ead book" she smacks his chest before laying her head on him

"I hear you princess, I’ll read you your book" says kissing her forehead

You spend the morning playing and cuddling with her before Suna arrives to take her to his apartment. He was one of the few people that Nina trusts just as much as us, and since he has a little sister, he knows how to take care of her.

"Babe, the six leg monster is following me!" You exclaim playing in his computer while he's sitting on his ps4

"And what do you want me to do about it? Just cross the river" says holding back a smile while eating a bite of his pie

"But I need the logs! How am I supposed to build the house without them?"

"We have some logs on this side, and we don't really need to have a house, you know"

"Just come and help me you asshole"

"I’m going, I’m going" says straight up laughing now "you know, we need to go and kill them at some point to finish the game"

"OR we could just continue building this beautiful camp and not finish the game. Who needs to find that kid anyway, it’s not mine"

"But that’s boring though, and it’s my birthday"

"You just want to see me suffer, don’t you? "

"You’re just so cute when you’re scared" says making you roll your eyes. He pauses his games before pulling the chair to his side

"You’re lucky it’s your birthday"

"You love me" says, now pulling you to his lap to hug me

"Way too much" you put the pieces of his hair behind his ear before kissing him "let’s go to those stupid caves, but you better help me build that house after"

"Deal"

And just like that you and Kenma spend his birthday exactly like he wanted, playing together his many games, napping, basically just like you used to do before Nina came into your lives. It was a day full of laughs and relaxation, something really simple, yet so special for both of you. Despite being together for so many years, neither of you seemed to get tired of just being with each other whenever you could.

Now, late at night, you two are outside in the small balcony looking at the sky, a comfortable silence in the chilly night. Suna arrived with Nina at around 8 pm with her already sleeping happily. The plan was to bring her back earlier, but she didn’t seem to want to leave him any time soon.

"Hope you had a great birthday today, love"

"I did, thank you for today. I love Nina with all of me, but I missed these kind of days. Just the two of us"

"I know, I missed them too. It was a nice break, especially since she doesn’t really understand what a birthday is yet"

"Yeah…Sorry we couldn’t do something like this for yours though"

"We were finishing a tournament; it was almost impossible to do it…Let’s take it as a celebration for both of us" you lay your head on his shoulder

"Sure...Thank you for being with me for the past 9 years, I hope you still love me for the rest of our lives, cause I certainly will" says now looking at you with a small smile; his eyes are still full of love, the look that hasn't disappear ever since you started dating back in high school

"Of course I will, as cheesy as it sounds, you're the love of my life. And I wouldn't want it any other way"

"I love you, both of you. My little family" says taking your face between his hands

"I love you, both of you too" you say as you close the space between you, kissing under the stars

You were so incredibly lucky that your father got that opportunity in Japan 10 years ago. You went to Inarizaki, where not only gained 3 idiots best friends -aka Atsumu, Osamu and Suba- and a whole team of friends, but it also introduced you to the volleyball world. Then you had to move to Nekoma, in where you somehow gained even more friends and met Kenma. Later in life you became a coach in a pro-team with your friends and then became part of the National team with most of them.

Now not only are you married to the love of your life, but also have a beautiful daughter with him, even if it was earlier than expected. How lucky you were. And who knows what the future holds up.

[The end]