Peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

Nina was confused, and now intrigued. What did she have to do at 6:30 in the morning? The intrigue immediately turned to frustration when she blew cigarette smoke in her face. She hesitated before she spoke. Breathe, Nina. 

She fixes her hair. “What do you mean?” She spoke spitefully as Peyton continued to walk away.

I stop mid-stride. I just stand there my back towards. The heck is she doing? just yesterday she was disgusted with me and now she wants a conversation? “ I turn my head sideways. “ Two words. Job hunting.” I say with a little bit of a snarl.

Job Searching

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

Yea, something like that. And, I don’t know… that’s kind of why I’m asking.

Let me get back to you on that.

awww pweaaassseeee. Puppy dog eyes initiating. I promise I won’t bug you to much. 

Has anyone seen Moana?

IM SO PROUD

Growth

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

It takes a long time for the Delarosa family to all get out of the door together. At around 4 she began helping Nathalia get ready, changing her out of her shirt with spaghetti stains on it and into a floral sweater. Nikolai is 9 and can get ready himself, but rarely chooses to. So with all that being said, they ended up leaving their apartment at five past five.

Nina grabbed both Nathalia and Nikolai’s hands, before she shut the door and jiggled the handle to make sure it was locked. She approached Rosie’s door but stopped before knocking. “Why aren’t you knocking? I can do it,” Nathalia squealed. “How about you knock on this door for me first, milaya moya,” Nina offered sweetly. Nathalia excitedly scurried over to the door beside them and obnoxiously pounded on the door. “Knock knock!” She proclaimed. I’m sure Rosie wouldn’t mind some extra company,’ She thought. They stood their together in a huddle as they waited for a response.

“ Dammit stop being chicken Pey. Just splash it on.” Standing in the mirror peyton glares aat her reflection. Specifically at the blood oozing cut on her shoulder. Snatching the bottle of rum she takes a sip. Not thinking about it anymore she splashes probably more than necessary onto the wound. “ Fucking hell.” She says through gritted teeth. “knock knock!” She faintly hears a voice say fading over the sound of her heart beating in her ears. “ One second!” Peyton thinks she yells. “ Shit gotta hurry.” She mumbles to herself. Grabbing the bandages she scrambles to wound around her arm till about mid bicep. She grabs the long sleeve shirt hanging off the mirror and pulls it over her head. She then adjusts the shirt to cover the make job bandaging. Jogging over to the front door she swings it open. “What do you wan-Oh hey, uh what’s up?”  She looks to see Nina with two kids. Peyton crouches down twitching a little because it stretched her wound but she grits her teeth and did it anyway to be level with them. “ Hi, Nina.” she quickly glance at her. “ And who are these guys? what’re your names?”. Peyton looks to the kids to answer.

Outing with the family, Rosie & unexpected guests

missrosalyngrace:

“Well you seem to have a place to live now, and a new friend if you want one.” I place my hand on her arm and give her a reassuring squeeze, “ And life is a journey, just because we did something in the past we’ere not proud of doesn’t mean we can’t move forward.” I give one more squeeze before letting go and begin to clear some of the dishes from my coffee table and wash them in my kitchen sink.

 “Do you know Veronica Mars?!” I call, hoping my voice makes it over the sound my obnoxiously loud sink.

“ Thanks, I would appreciate another friend right now ” I glance at her hand on my arm. I wasn’t expecting that. I see her suddenly get up and grab our cups. I awkwardly follow behind her. She suddenly yells out something. “ Dude! there's no need to yell. I’m here.” Veronica Mars? “ Veronica Mars? What’s that?”

Knock, knock.

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That is fair. I like life. Life is good.

You need wings? I got you, flyman..flyboy. I’ll work on it. Send me the details. I’m firing up the engines as we speak. I’ll bring them safe and whole, Nik. That’s a promise.

But nah, no owing. Just say you’ll race me again sometime and we got a deal.

And congrats to all of you on the little one. Bet she’s a cutie.

Heard you may be in need of a pilot? Also in possible need of snacks? I come bearing both.

A lot of latter. Too much of the latter. Please take some. Give them to your boys too, yeah?

- @sgt-reaper

aye, talk to Nik.

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nina-delarosa:

“I can’t think of anywhere, no. But, there’s a pub not too far down and a grocery store. I would try there first,” She informed her, as they walk down the stairs and out of the residence. 

If she was being honest, she was looking for someone to replace her current nanny. Not because she doesn’t like dear old Maggie, but she needed a more reliable person who wouldn’t drop dead at any second. “I never meant to offend you, so I’m sorry for that. I’m just not interested in same sex relationships, that’s all,” She was being honest - although she is a little more prejudiced than that sentence would lead on. She unlocked her scratched up, red car and motioned for Peyton to get inside.

“Could you take me to the pub first?- I’ll take what I can get. I’m not mad about you having your own opinions. That's fine, I have my own opinions too but when you judge me for my opinions that’s when I get upset. Don’t judge me and we’re good. Thanks for the ride, though. I would have had to walk for ages.” I see her wave her hand signaling for me to get in. I go to sit in the back.

Job Searching

nina-delarosa:

Rainbow? Nina touched her cheek, scratching off dried up pieces of magenta. “Oh, nothing really. Just that there’s an obnoxious person laying on the floor in the middle of the hallway breaking down doors,”

“There are kids sleeping you know,” There’s nothing she hates more than obnoxious, stubborn people that don’t do what she says.

I look at her up and down, sizing her up. “Obviously I didn’t fall through the damn door on purpose. If you were smart, you would have realized that I was on the phone and carrying a heavy ass bag up the stairs. Thanks for the help by the way.” I retort.

Oh,shit.

nina-delarosa:

She wasn’t exactly sure how to respond to that comment. Without the intention of ignoring her, she knelt beside her and went for the bag that had been tipped over with it’s contents on the verge of spewing out. She hesitated when she saw her sleeve tattoo. “Nice sleeve,”

Not wanting to be rude, I try to smile.

knowing I did a pretty poor job. “ uh thanks, they're pretty fresh.” nodding my head towards her. “You got any?”

Oh,shit.