Hot Wheels and Taxis

Jake wasn’t a normal child. He never played with toys, never went outside, never did anything that normal kids his age would do. He didn’t have a choice though. He was the protector, meaning that he only ever fronted when his hermanos were in danger.Besides, it didn’t matter. He was a big boy. He didn’t need toys and stuff. They were lame anyway—just tiny plastic things that broke easily and were a mess clean up. At least that was what he had thought up until he saw the new set of cars on his desk. He stared at the cars, reading the label of the opened containment. Hot Wheels. Huh… cool name.The cars were small and each of them had a sick design, but he grew especially fond of the taxi one.He never touched them—unsure of whether it was right for him to interfere with his hermanos’ perfect life, but he would stare, imagining how cool it would be to drive in a car like that.~OR~A little bittersweet fic about Jake and his love for cars. (Featuring Kid!Jake bc there are barely any fics that follow the moonboys when they were kids--)