#but like instead of getting rid of honey the bees would just sometimes run out of honey and ask fat rat guy to get them more from the shop

[rockyztownesys]

something something dream about shitty movie about some ugly ass rats that live like humans kinda and talk like mafia bosses

[couchpotatoaniki]

One Year ❣︎ Three: The Execution

Chapter Summary: Trying to cool off, you decided to spend the day by yourself. This couldn’t have gone any better for San’s plan.

Pairing: Mafia!San x Fem!Reader Genre: Mafia AU, fluff, angst, eventual smut, lotta crack and stupid shit ngl Chapter warnings: swearing, stalking, kidnapping Word count: 2.5k+ A 365 Days parody

Previous: Chapter Two For the rest of the series, click here

Speech in bold means they’re talking in Korean

Speech in italics is whatever the reader wants their native langue to be that’s not Korean or English

Speech without either means they’re talking in English

Buzzing came from your pocket, initially thinking your phone got a notification until it continuously vibrated. Yunho was calling you.

“Yo, where are you? Mingi told us what happened between you and Dom--and before you say anything, he’ll be having hell to pay, regardless of whether you approve or not.”

Chuckling, you sighed as you looked at your surroundings. “Fine by me. Do what you like to him.” Slowing down in front of a cute-looking coffee shop, you answered his first question...partially. “Just taking a stroll in the town.”

“Wanna be left alone?” You hummed as you entered the establishment, being hit with wafts of bakes goods. “Very well then. But we’re gonna hunt you down if you’re not back by midnight.”

“M’kay, Pops,” mumbling absent-mindedly while overlooking the menu on the screens above the counter.

You couldn’t see the gentle bitter smile on his face, knowing very well that you weren’t as stone-cold as the façade you masked yourself in. Had an idea that you just needed space. “Alright then. Look after yourself.”

“You too.”

Beeping over the line indicated to you that he had hung up. Shoving your phone back into your coat pocket, you let your feet carry you to the till, where a young teenager dressed in a pale blue polo shirt and evergreen apron on top greeted you with a nervous smile.

Must have been new, or had some sort of social anxiety, from the way they avoided your eyes and fidgeted with their hands. “U-Um, hello. Welcome... What would you like?” the taller kid practically whispered, but you caught on to their words.

Sending a soft, warming smile, you answered, “can I have a buttered croissant with a mango and passionfruit iced tea, please? Actually, would you mind adding a chocolate muffin to that too?”

Nodding, they tapped the till, pressing various buttons before saying, “that’ll be 6,500 won, please.”

Pulled out your wallet and paid the employee. As you sat down, waiting on your order, you began to reminisce from when you used to be that age too--then again, it was not hard at all since it wasn’t too long ago.

Seven years ago, you were only 16, enjoying life just before things took a turn you never expected and you were never the same air-headed, happy-go-lucky kid you once were.

All you needed at the time was someone who was kind, who gave you a breath from the onslaught you faced all around you. Mingi was probably the only reason you’re still alive.

Thinking about the old days did more damage to you than you’d like to believe, but almost seemed impossible with the Dominic situation.

Being betrayed again hurt like hell, and although he wasn’t as bad as what you had experienced, he still broke your trust. Trust you tried to rebuild after all you went through the last time.

Thoughts you spent so long trying to get rid of grew back like weeds of the concrete walls you put up five years ago.

And despite what you tried to convince yourself and Mingi, you actually really liked the guy.

“Here you go, miss,” the young employee mumbled as he placed a tray with your order on it. Almost everything was right, except that there was a vanilla and chocolate chip muffin instead of a complete chocolate one.

Oh well, a muffin’s a muffin.

“Thank you,” you grinned, handing the teenager a tip of 10,000 won.

Their eyes widened at your strange generosity before hesitantly taking the money you held out between your index and middle fingers.

Your lips wrapped around the straw as you took a sip of your ice-cold drink. Strong tones of mango, with a hint of passionfruit, slight sweetness from honey and faint tang of fresh lemon.

Iced tea was something you had grown to love over the past five years, first time being too bitter and flavourful for you. Then again, the events prior left a bad taste in your mouth. Seonghwa was the one who helped you, always getting you an iced tea every time he went to a nearby coffee shop.

Learned quite quickly that your tongue was sensitive to heat after being so concerned how you refused piping-hot meals he cooked for you often. Waited until it cooled a lot before digging in.

No doubt the four boys would do anything for you--Mingi the most out of the rest since you wouldn’t be where you are without him--but sometimes you needed to breathe by yourself. Enjoying the little things you like croissants and muffins rather than focussing on your soon-to-be ex boyfriend cheating on you for a reason that eludes you.

That’s how the rest of the day goes.

Aimlessly walking, window-shopping, sight-seeing. Nothing registered in your mind but it was better than something negative.

Your phone was on silent, growing cold in your pocket from the lack of heat being transferred from your hand. Even then, you doubt anyone (except Dominic) would be texting you since you told them you wanted peace.

Before you realised it, the sun crawled above your head and began to set in the horizon, a clash of beautiful blues, oranges, pinks, and purples hovering in the sky. Lampposts along the streets lit up and the sky grew dark, yet that didn’t stop the hustle and bustle.

Irritated by the noises of people, you turned to an alleyway which had significantly less lighting but also significantly less humans.

As you walked, you were deep in thought, not thinking much of your surroundings. Then the hairs on the back of your neck stood up and a chill ran down your spine.

Someone was following you.

You were about to turn around and defend yourself--and you had no worries that you would lose. But then bright LED headlights of a hidden black SUV had highlighted the hair of a rather short person who stood in front of it.

Shocking electric blue stands brushed against his porcelain-smooth skin from light wisps of wind passing by. The same colour hair you realised had been barely peeking in your peripheral since the airport.

Next to a man you had very briefly met on you birthday dinner while searching for the bathroom.

Exactly how long have they been following you?

Though you chided yourself for not noticing it sooner--despite all the excuses of being ‘on a holiday’--you found yourself pondering. You had never met those two funky-haired people before in your life, and you sure as hell made sure any dangerous people couldn’t find you (not without going through one of the other boys first) so who exactly were these people?

Perhaps you were like a bee, drunk on the honey in your tea, or maybe you wanted to get your mind off the situation, needing a thrill at the moment.

You felt the need to destroy something--or at least toy with it for a bit--and these cocky assholes seemed perfect.

Either way, you relaxed your muscles (only a little, as to not raise suspicion of the young man before you).

One foot stepped behind you as you kept your eyes trained on his coco ones, only to rip them away a moment when you turned to ‘run’. As expected, something else tried to stop you. Another black SUV with blinding lights swerved into the other end of the alleyway as you tried to leave.

You’d prided yourself on good acting, and it always seemed to pay off. Right now, to sell the part of a scared girl, you stumbled backwards--planning to fall of the cobblestone path, but only to be saved by something hard.

The mysterious man’s chest, his hands holding your arms as support.

“Sorry about this,” he whispered in your ear, covering your mouth with a chloroformed cloth. You didn’t really put up much of a fight (to your standards, anyway) and succumbed to the strong chemical.

At first you were floating in a sea of black, unable to connect with your senses. Slowly, after moments of nothingness, you could feel the world materialise around you.

Soft fabric was cushioned beneath you, cradling your body with warmth. Light began to seep through your closed eyelids as the gentle, sweet smell of sugared almonds filled your nose with every deep inhale. And finally, a headache that began to pound harder with every pulse.

Grunting, you pried your eyes open, immediately noticing what appeared to be a shower room in front of you. There were two shower heads on each side, with only pillars of soft light embedded into the tiled wall rather than a proper partition. To add to the lack of privacy, the only material separating the shower room and the eyes of the bed was simply a thin pane of sliding glass which hid absolutely nothing.

“What kinda perv decided to design this monstrosity?”

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you looked down on the bed you were lying in, thankfully still in the same cotton dress, phone no longer in its pockets. The mattress was significantly softer than the one at the hotel--yet another indicator that your kidnappers were rich.

On the tables dotted around the space were lilac candles. Most likely the culprit of the amazing scent in the room.

Your eyes then caught the daylight peeking through the curtains, enlightening the room in a soft apricot glow. “Fuck,” you muttered, remembering Yunho’s words in the previous call she had, “they’re gonna kill me for staying out.”

Pushing yourself off the illegally comfortable bed, you inched towards the only door you saw. Fingers wrapped around the cold metal handle and pushed down, finding it much to your surprise that it was actually unlocked. Pulled it open without hesitation, though making sure you peered out to see if there was anyone.

There wasn’t.

“Great security, guys,” you sighed, actually feeling disappointed in the lack of effort you had to put in while walking openly around. After all, it was the reason you let yourself be taken.

Then again, this could all be a trap.

Now that was exciting.

You let yourself become familiar with the surroundings upon one glance, noticing the obvious luxurious colour scheme of gold and cream that had your eyes rolling at the basic rich vibes it gave you.

Then you found your breath catching in your throat as you continued to explore, eyes frozen on a portrait hung up on a wall.

Though the fact that it was a portrait of you had initially shocked you, it wasn’t the defining feature that had your heart palpitating at a dangerous speed. Your hair was short again, a pixie cut, while you were sat on a beach that looked a lot like the one you visited in Santorini.

“Fuckin’ hell.”

In fact, the painting was an exact replica of you from five years ago, down to the clothing of ripped jeans and loose top you wore. You, from one of your darkest and lowest moments.

“Are you lost, babygirl?”

The same voice rang in your ears, repeating the only sentence you heard spill from his lips. When you turned around to confirm who it was, it was indeed the same man you saw.

The damn muscular guy, with pitch-black hair and a lock of platinum blonde brushing just above an eye.

The blood was rushing too fast, fear in your eyes no longer an act. Just who the fuck was this guy?

You took one step back, knees buckling instantly but before your brain could process it, the man had wrapped his arms around you, catching your body before hit the ground.

San could smell the delicate citrusy aroma wafting from your skin and he tried so hard to not bury his head in the crook of your neck, to kiss the area and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

Taking advantage of your frozen state, he lifted you up and place you on a nearby armchair, one beside a fireplace since he felt you were too cold for comfort.

Only until he had a ice cube pressed against your lips, did you snap out of it. “You should have it. Maybe you had a bad reaction to the chloroform. Sorry about that, by the way.”

Head turning the other way, your guarded eyes stayed locked on him rather than your painting behind his form. “English.”

“Why? You spoke perfectly good Korean at the dinner two days ago,” he said, pressing the ice cube onto your mouth once more.

“Simply because I feel more comfortable with English,” you remarked, swatting away his hand. “And stop putting that on my mouth.”

Sighing, he dropped the cold, melting cube back in the glass of whiskey before putting a bit of distance between the two of you. He could feel himself getting angry, that you won’t trust him, that you won’t listen to him.

But could he blame you?

“I feel like explanations are in order,” you said, narrowing your eyes down on his figure, flickering firelight resting on him to make him seem even more good-looking, shadows casted to make each feature appear sharper. But that wasn’t what you were focused on.

You wanted to deduce this stranger by his body language.

Stood tall, maintaining good eye contact, showed that he was confident. Classic black suits--expensive by the look of the fabric--showed that he as rich. Tattoos littering the skin of his hand showed a bit of a bad-boy nature. And the aura he emitted was that of a leader.

Corner of your lips twitching, you realised who--or what--he might be. The boss of a fairly powerful crime syndicate.

San, on the other hand, couldn’t see what you were thinking as you looked at him. Did you think he was as hot as he did you? Fuck, he hoped so--clearly not understanding how a normal person would react in such a situation.

“Hello? Earth to whoever the hell you are?”

“If you want answers, you certainly won’t be getting them if you act like a brat.”

Scoffing, you tilted you head, eyes boring into him with a cold glaze coving them. Like a lifeless doll. “Then how do you suggest I act then? Hmm? After seeing that you’ve been stalking me for the last five years,” you nodded towards coloured canvas, growing more unsettled every time you looked at it.

“Fair point,” he said, taking a seat on the chair opposite you. “But you should know that I haven’t been doing that. Stalking you, I mean.”

“The fuck do you call that creepy-ass portrait, then?”

“I call it a precious memory.” San shifted his focus from your gaze to the flames lazily dancing on charred wooden embers. Tongue swiped over his lips before chuckling, almost bitterly. “Doubt you’ll believe me, but I’ll tell you anyway.”

Lips pursed, you sat quietly as you listened to his story.

☕︎ Tag list: @little-precious-baby​ , @sparklychangbin​​ ,

[megalony]

Braces

This is a fluffy dad! Steve Rogers imagine that I’ve been meaning to polish up for a while. I hope you all like it, feedback is always lovely.

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Masterlist

Summary: Steve and (Y/n)’s son has to wear braces on his legs that Steve knows knocks his confidence a lot. But he decides to surprise Steve after a mission by running properly without them.

Enjoy.

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Bruce smiled at the scene in front of him, something that didn't happen very often and that was rather rare in all cases. He was currently in the lab, trying to do his work but his eyes kept diverting to look over to where Tony was. Although it was him he certainly didn't act like the Tony Stark everyone knew and got annoyed with after a while. He was standing in front of the metal table in the lab which his nephew James was sitting on with a bright smile that Bruce never got tired of seeing.

Whenever Tony was around his nephew he seemed like a totally different person and Bruce found it rather endearing to see.

Things between Tony and Steve had always been uneasy, it was like they were always getting off on the wrong foot or they always locked horns over the most silly, trivial of things. But when (Y/n) and Steve had James, it cemented the broken foundations between both men. They would hardly ever argue if James was around and he seemed to calm them both down rather a lot, more than (Y/n) could ever calm down her big brother and her husband.

The little boy had a lot of medical problems, some of which related to the problems Steve had before he got the serum and it broke his heart to see his son grow up each day struggling in the same way he had done. They all knew it wasn't Steve's fault, the serum did run through James like it did him but not enough of it. James had asthma like Steve did but not as bad as his dad which was a relief to them for Steve had a lot of asthma attacks and couldn't even run properly with how bad his breathing got.

James was also a very skinny child, taking after Steve again and it caused him to gain illnesses quicker but they was the only illnesses James had inherited from his dad. What Steve was happier to acknowledge was that James was his double, he had the same ash blond hair, the baby blue eyes and the cheekbones and even the curved nose. He had a lot of personality traits like his mother and smarts from her and Tony combined too. He was a mix of all of them and they all loved it.

Tony had taken it upon himself to be his nephews doctor and consultant, he wanted to help and look after him in any way that he could which is why James and (Y/n) were currently in the lab with them.

James wore braces on his legs to help him walk properly, when he was a toddler he somehow managed to walk with his feet sticking out to the sides and he found it very difficult to walk without support. The braces were to help correct his walk and give his legs that extra support and Tony designed them so they weren't so bad looking and hard to manoeuvre. He made them so they were thin but strong and kept moderating them like he did to his suits to thin them down but make them more efficient at the same time.

"Alright then, I'll just adjust these and your all set little man. Why don't you surprise your dad without them on?" Tony encouraged, seeing James' eyes light up at the idea like he had stars captured in his pupils.

"Can I?" He asked, excitement bubbling in his tone causing his mother to smile. He wasn't used to walking very much without the braces on, he relied on them to make sure he continued to walk properly since he was still growing. The thought of running- or at least trying to run- to Steve and show him he was a big boy able to walk better made his smile widen significantly when his uncle nodded that he would be alright to do that.

"Sure, just not for too long."

"Your dad should be back now, let's go surprise him." (Y/n) pitched in as Tony carefully placed James down to his feet before patting his back.

With a smile, Tony leaned against the table as he and Bruce watched James slowly walk over to (Y/n), managing rather well on his own without the support he was so used to. It wasn't as if they were crutches that he relied on to keep him upright, James could walk without them but it was safer and would aid him better if he wore them every day until a stage where his walking was adapted to normal.

(Y/n) handed his bag to him and he slipped the straps onto his shoulders, he never went far without his backpack designed to look like Steve's shield. He took his mother's hand and they exited the lab in search of Steve, knowing they would be back in a little while for the braces to be fitted again.

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Steve and Natasha walked down the corridor, both rubbing at their damp hair making their contrasting hair colours look a few shades darker than they really were. The pair had just got back from a mission which took three days and still felt like they were covered in dust and grime.

Even spending half an hour in the shower didn't do much to rid the sticky feeling that Steve got from being in his mud covered suit for hours on end.

Both of them stopped outside the elevator, pressing the button to head up to the lounge in the Avengers tower so they could sit down and try to recover before they eventually had to do something or got another mission come through. Some of the avengers lived at Stark tower, but others like Steve, Thor and Clint had their own homes, though they sometimes stayed over when needed.

"Go on honey." (Y/n) whispered to James, kissing his head before pulling back to watch him make a bee-line for his double. James could see his dad and aunt down the corridor waiting for the elevator and he hoped he would catch them before they disappeared to another level of the tower. James knew not to run too fast, (Y/n) had warned him about that because it would strain his legs and he could pull a muscle or fall which wouldn't be very good for him at all.

"Daddy!"

As soon as the all too-familiar voice reached his ears, Steve felt his heart speed up and he turned to his left to search for the occupier of the voice. Steve hadn't been expecting his son to be at the tower today but he certainly hadn't expected his son to be heading towards him with a bright smile and no braces adorning his slim legs.

A bright smile lit up Steve's features at the rather rare sight of James looking happy to be trying his best to speed walk. It was very hard to get James to want to go out with his braces because he felt awkward with them and as if they were holding him back rather then enhancing him. Steve wanted to take a few steps forward and reach him halfway but he stopped when he realised James was determined to make it all the way down the corridor to him instead.

The moment James got within reach, Steve bent down and scooped his boy up in his arms. He spun round whilst holding James tight against his chest in a comforting hug, knowing he had caught James just in time because his foot had skidded on the polished tiles and he would have fallen if he carried on any further.

"Wow there, soldier! What happened to the braces?" Steve asked in shock, standing up to his full height once again with James secured to his shoulder. He felt his heart jumping in his chest when James wrapped his arms around Steve's neck, hugging him as close as possible since he'd missed him whilst he'd been away.

Steve bounced his boy on his hip but when he noticed James was breathing rather deeply he moved his hand and dug around in the backpack on James' shoulders. He pulled out his boy's inhaler, something Steve had had the luxury of forgetting about until James was a toddler and found out he needed one. The little boy took a few deep breaths to calm down before he managed to give Steve a response to his question.

"Uncle Tony's fixing them, I wanted to surprise you." There was a small hint of sadness in his tone because he knew soon enough he was going to have to go back to wear the braces that corrected his walking but slowed him down at the same time.

"Well you certainly did. Do you think you can make it back up to the lab without them?" Steve whispered the last part in James' ear, seeing his son smile brightly and nod in response to the mini-challenge. Steve always tried to push James to keep going and try harder but at the same time, Steve would stop him if he knew his boy wouldn't be able to do it.

When Steve was younger he never had people trying to encourage him to do things, he had to encourage himself and he didn't want that for his son. As much as his mother had tried to make him feel normal and comfortable and okay, she wanted Steve to hold back and play things safe rather than try and test his limits. He knew that James needed someone to will him on and that was exactly what Steve was going to do, he would try and push James within his limits so he would excel.

"Well done little guy." Natasha chipped in with a smile, running a hand through his hair to ruffle the strands which made him smile before she patted Steve's shoulder and headed into the elevator heading.

Steve pressed a kiss to the side of James' head before he set him back down to his feet, walking close beside his boy just in case he slipped or tripped. Steve could see that James was already starting to edge his feet out to the sides automatically like he did when he was running but he was walking overall much better than usual.

When they got to where (Y/n) was patiently waiting for her boys, she kissed James' forehead, wrapping him up in a congratulating hug before letting him head over to the stairs so she could see Steve.

It felt like a lifetime since (Y/n) had felt Steve's arms binding around her waist, seen his charming yet cheeky smile or felt his lips pressing against hers when in reality he had only been gone for three days. (Y/n) always prayed that any missions didn't last very long because she knew that if three days felt like a lifetime, he would barely get through a week or more without Steve.

"Daddy, come on!"

James' voice broke apart the couple's short-lived moment but the lopsided smile on Steve's face made (Y/n)'s heart skip a beat and told her they would carry this on later. The couple started to ascend up the stairs after their son who was bouncing up the steps like he was a spring or a little excited puppy.

(Y/n) leaned her head on Steve's shoulder as they both watched James, but when they got close to the lab Steve noticed James was slowing down. He was clearly getting tired and he was starting to kick his feet out to the sides, his legs becoming uncoordinated because he didn't have the energy to correct himself.

"Alright super-soldier, come here." Steve wrapped his free arm that wasn't placed around (Y/n)'s waist, around James' front and gently picked him up so he could settle him on his hip to rest his legs.

"Uncle Tony I surprised daddy! And walked up the stairs too!"

James' voice became slightly higher in pitch from his excitement when the three of them entered the lab and his words caused Tony's lips to curve into a smug smile. He knew it would raise his nephew's spirit to try and walk without his braces and impressing Steve would only further elate James' mood.

"See, you won't be needing these for much longer I'm sure. So I've changed the design a little, and the colour scheme is just as his lordship asked. Come on little man."

Steve pulled away from (Y/n) so he could walk over and settle James down on the table. He watched intently as Tony crouched down in front of his nephew and slotted the braces into James' shoes before strapping them just below his knees to keep the metal bars in place around his skinny legs. It didn't escape Steve's attention when the smile James previously had on his lips dampened when the braces were put on his legs. But when he noticed the small Captain America shields at the bottom of the braces, a breathless giggle left his lips.

"Thank you uncle Tony."

"Your welcome." Tony ruffled his hair before he made his way over to Bruce so they could carry on working on their new piece of technology.

Steve shook his head with a playful smile when James looked over at him and held his arms out, clearly wanting to be picked up. Whenever Steve had been away even for just a little while James became clingy wanting to be wherever Steve was and he loved it.

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"Are you ready to head home?" Steve questioned the little boy in his arms who he knew was rather tired. James nodded tiredly in response, slipping his bag back on his shoulders when Steve handed it to him. Natasha had stolen (Y/n) for a while wanting to catch up and chat and she said she would meet the boys back at their home when she was finished chatting with Natasha.

Steve gently placed James down to his feet and got up himself, putting his leather jacket on before taking James' hand and attempting to leave the room but he stopped when he realised his son wasn't walking with him. He cocked his head to the side, his baby blue eyes pooling with love and confusion as he waited patiently for James to tell him what was wrong.

But Steve found his face falling when James simply held his arms out to him; he wanted to be carried.

"What's wrong soldier?" Steve went down on his knees so he could be level with his boy who was clearly upset with tears glistening in his eyes which made Steve feel panicked.

"I don't want these." James responded quietly, tapping at the braces on his legs making Steve sigh sadly. He took a deep breath before he looked at James with a gentle expression, trying to think how to make him feel better about it but he didn't know what to say to make this better.

"I know you don't, but they're not forever buddy. If you don't have them you'll hurt your legs and your back too." He tried to keep his tone gentle and understanding and James nodded his head but his expression didn't change. He didn't want to walk around wearing braces that slowed him down and made it feel weird when he walked, They annoyed him and made him feel abnormal, not to mention the way people looked at him when he went out.

"I don't like them daddy."

"Buddy, if you wear them then you can train with me more when your walking better. You wanted to join me didn't you?" A small smile tugged at James' lips as he looked down at his feet and nodded in response. He went to the gym with Steve from time to time but didn't do much, he mainly watched him most of the time although Steve encouraged him to do small weights and he helped him with other activities there. It made James happy and boosted his confidence a little so Steve kept bringing him along.

"But I... um..."

"What is it?" Steve asked, a smile on his features encouraging him to talk and say what was on his mind.

"I want to be like you."

Closing his eyes Steve sighed, that was not what he expected to hear and it broke his heart. Truthfully he didn't know if James could ever be like him with the medical issues he had. James might get better as he grew older, his asthma might subside, he was most likely going to walk fine when he was in his teens and no longer had the braces. And if he put on a bit more weight he might be less vulnerable to illnesses, but Steve didn't know if he was ever going to be like him in a physical stance.

But then again, Steve always thought he himself would always be the short skinny kid who spent half his life in a hospital or laid in bed with a cold and yet here he was now.

"What colour are your eyes?" Steve's rather off-topic question caught James by surprise and he looked very confused before he answered as if he thought it was a trick question.

"Blue."

"Just like mine, and what colour is your hair?"

"Blond."

"Correct, and you've got my nose too; you look exactly like me. You have a shield on your back and your a good little soldier, your kind, funny and I know your smart. You're already like me, you're my little doppelganger and I love that about you, but you don't have to act like me or walk and talk like me. You are amazing and perfect as yourself. My little soldier."

Steve didn't want James to grow up and think he had to act just like Steve or even want to act like him, he wanted James to be his own person. He thought it was sweet and rather endearing that his son- his first child, looked the spitting image of himself, Steve loved that. It was like he was looking in a mirror that showed him his younger self. But he wanted James to grow up and form his own person and his own mind, he came to the gym with Steve because he wanted to try and train but Steve didn't want him to think he had to be just like him.

With a soft smile, Steve reached out and wrapped his arms around James, holding him to his chest in a tight, comforting hug before he got to his feet, ready to get them both home.

[melon-wing]

Hermitcraft Challenges (Mumbo x Iskall)

Iskall stared at the coordinated Mumbo had send him in confusion. It wasn’t the location of Mumbo’s base, that much he knew. They had exchanged coordinates before even putting down the first blocks of their bases. Iskall was glad they had accidentally settled in the same area. Visiting his boyfriend would have been freaking hard without the help of an Elytra otherwise. And sure, they sometimes prepared surprise dates for each other, but just sending coordinates?

Iskall sighed and hit a button the side of his mechanical eye. His current coordinates appeared in the corner of his vision. Well at least the spot Mumbo had picked wasn’t far away.

<Iskall85> I’ll be there in a few minutes, Honey bee

He typed his message before turning back to his starter base. He had still so much to do... Well he’d return to work later. Better not keep Mumbo waiting. If he got too impatient he sometimes did the most ridiculous things or keep himself busy by building some crazy machines. He just needed to put away all the building blocks, maybe freshen up a little.

Mumbo never cared if Iskall was sweaty and dusty from building, but Iskall himself felt weird if he stood next to Mumbo in his prim and proper suit like that. How Mumbo managed to stay so clean and only have slightly stained hands from all the redstone work would always be a mystery.

It only took a few minutes for him to get ready and change into a fresh set of clothes. Mumbo had already sent him the coordinates two more times, without any more explanation of course. While he loved his boyfriend’s weird side, sometimes it was really annoying… Still endearing though, very endearing. And a little mystery sometimes made things more exciting.

Grumbling a little about their current state of infrastructure, Iskall fought his way through the thicket of the jungle. They needed roads as soon as possible. Preferably a direct road between his and Mumbo’s base. One not overgrown by vines.

He pushed away one more bush and entered the area the coordinates had pointed him too.In the middle was a building that must have been build by Mumbo. This was… Not really what he had expected. He had barely stepped up to it to take a look, when Mumbo came running around the corner, grinning like a madman.

“Iskall! Finally! Took you long enough.”

“Yeah… Love you too, Honey bee.”

Mumbo faltered, as if he really had just forgotten greeting him first, grabbed both of his cheeks and almost smashed their mouths together. Well… Whatever made Mumbo so excited, he could get used to his boyfriend’s more aggressive side. They parted a little out of breath, but Mumbo left him no time to calm down.

“Come on, come on”, he pulled Iskall into this strange build. He had to admit it looked really nice. He never got why Mumbo didn’t consider himself a good builder. It fit right into the jungle as if it had been there forever. “So I have a small thing to ask of you if you wouldn’t mind. Just come over here. Ring the bell. Hurry!”

Iskall followed Mumbo and looked at the bell a little uncertain. There was still a little paranoia left in him from their game of Demise that made him hesitate. “Is it even safe?”

Mumbo looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. Okay, that was not suspicious at all. There was something going on.

Mumbo still smiled and rang the bell to show it was safe.

“Well I’ll believe you, but only because I love you too much for your own good…”

Mumbo practically glowed at those words and right after the sound of the bell he pushed Iskall towards a chest that contained some Flint and Steel as well as some cookies. “Light the wood and then eat the sacred cookie!”

Mumbo fumbled around a little as he got the stuff out of the chest and did the things he had just ordered Iskall to do.

Iskall sighed but still picked it up. “This feels like an initiation into a cult.. Another one. I thought we left that behind last season.”

“Just do it. Don’t worry. Hurry up.”

Iskall cast a fond look at Mumbo’s excitement and lit the wood on fire before eating the cookie. It tasted amazing. Mumbo must have had help then. His boyfriend couldn’t cook or bake if his life depended on it. Going by how amazing they were he guessed Scar was the one who donated those sacrilegious cookies.

Mumbo was almost staring at him, watching his every movement like a hawk. Iskall still wasn’t sure what was happening right now, but he’d just go along with whatever happened. Once he had finished his cookie, Mumbo crossed the short distance between them. His manic grin made way for a fond smile. “You will never change, right? Always a messy eater...”, Mumbo whispered as he gently brushed his fingers over Iskall’s lip to get rid of the remaining crumbs. Iskall shuddered, took Mumbo’s hand and pressed a gentle kiss to it. “What now?”

As if he had flicked a lever, Mumbo was back to the craziness. “Hermitcraft Challenges!”

“Wait what now?”

“You’re in! You’re in. You lit the fire, you ate the cookie!”

Iskall had rarely been so confused in his life. What the hell was going on in his boyfriend’s mind? Had he hit his head to hard? Had he respawned a little jumbled?

“Honey bee… Mumbo, what the heck are you talking about.”

“I want you to write down some challenges, put them in a dispenser and we each have to do one of them.”

Well as confusing as this was, it sounded like fun and when Mumbo was this excited there was no point in denying him. Maybe a little game was needed to get him to relax after all the work he did on his base.

“Alright… I think I get it. Just write down some fun tasks.” Iskall took out some paper and began writing. He wasn’t sure what to put down. He after all hadn’t been able to think it over for a while like Mumbo apparently had. He had to admit his tasks weren’t very creative, but oh well, it was just to have a little fun. He put the challenges in a Dispenser just as Mumbo did.

“So you wanna go first or do we go at the same time?”

Instead of answering Mumbo hit the button on his Dispenser, catching the paper effortlessly mid air and looking at it. He gave a little laugh and glanced at Iskall. “Tame a parrot? Really? We live in a jungle. Not much of a challenge. Give me a minute and I’m done with that.”

Iskall shrugged. He hadn’t really been that creative, he knew, but he wanted Mumbo to have some company to care for. He knew how Mumbo got with big projects. If he had to remember to feed the pet he almost always remembered to feed himself. He had kind of hoped Mumbo would get that challenge out of the three.

“So do I get the paper now?”

Mumbo nodded hastily, his eyes almost boring holes into Iskall.

Damn, why did that make him so freaking nervous?

Iskall turned around and pressed the button. Nothing came out and he grumbled a bit. Behind him he heard rustling of fabric, but didn’t pay it much attention. He needed no help to push a stupid button. After he had pressed it about four more times a paper finally flew out, landing right in his face. He picked the note, sighed and read it aloud.

“Iskall, will you marry me…”

Iskall only realised what the note said once the words left his mouth. His eyes widened and his breath hitched. He read the note again, and again as if to make sure his brain wasn’t playing tricks.

“M-Mumbo…?” Slowly, hesitantly he turned around and lowered his gaze to Mumbo, who was down on bended knee right before him, a small box in his hand that contained a simple silver band. His cheeks were deep red and he was looking almost adorably nervous.

“Say something, babe”, he finally whispered after Iskall had been starring open mouthed at him for a good minute.

“Did you really make up this whole charade just to propose?”

Mumbo shrugged and smiled slyly. “Well it is hard to surprise you without any effort.” He cleared his throat and looked up at him, eyes filled with love and adoration. “So what do you say Iskall, will you marry me?”

“You are crazy.”

“Crazy good or Crazy bad?”

Iskall snorted in amusement and shook his head. “You are always the best, even when you go crazy.”

“So…? This is not really a comfortable position, babe.”

Iskall laughed and then nodded. “Do I want to spend the rest of my days with a crazy spoon? What a stupid question. Of course I do.”

Mumbo’s eyes sparkled and Iskall was pretty sure he saw the beginning of tears there. Mumbo’s hands were shaking a little as he took the ring out of the box, he took Iskall’s hand and gently slid it over his finger, before pressing a soft kiss to it.

Iskall grinned, grabbed Mumbo and pulled him up. They both looked at each other, nothing but love and passion in their eyes. And as their lips met, Iskall couldn’t imagine a more perfect moment than this.

[lunarpeach12]

Happy 28th, one more and it would be three years. If there’s anything I’ve learned from loving you is that it is always worth it. No matter how many times you may run away, it’s always worth every tear shed.

I couldn’t ask for a better soulmate, someone to laugh with when times are tough. I couldn’t ask for a better person to say yes to, even if we never make it to I do. I couldn’t ask for a better (for lack of a better term) baby daddy, because I know you’re going to be the best parent, with or without me by your side. Thank you for building me into the person I am today, and there’s nothing I could ever do to repay you for that. Thank you for saving me for all of these years, and staying for this long. I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy enough to last forever.

Truth is, you never needed me, it was always me who needed you. It was always me who couldn’t let you go. Perhaps I’ve been holding you hostage for too long. I’d always hoped you’d chose me, but I hope whomever you do chose treats you better than I ever could’ve.

You are one of the kindest, caring, nurturing people I have ever met. And I know this is really hard for you every time, I’m sure even harder this time given the circumstances. But just know, it’s okay if you don’t choose me, I’ll never keep you from your child. I just, wish you wouldn’t have made the decision to make one if you weren’t sure this is what you wanted. It truly will break my heart to raise a child that knows his parents didn’t love eachother enough to stay together. Ig that’s all I ever wanted but, sometimes things don’t work like that. Hopefully everything else with baby goes smoothly, because I don’t think either of us would be okay if it didn’t.

But with that being said, we were one month away from three years, and loving someone so wholeheartedly for that long will always hold a special place in my heart. All of our memories will perhaps haunt my dreams but they will fondly. The day you asked me to marry you will be one of my favorite memories. It’s all I ever wanted, so thanks for giving that to me. The ball, sigh it was perfect. Everything I had ever dreamed of. Straight out of a fairytale. And also some of the wildest shit I’ve ever seen. The army is something else man. Be sure to tell Caswell I appreciate him, and apologize on my behalf for not being able to do DnD, I know we were all looking forward to it. But I’m sure it’ll still go on with or without me. Just like everything else. Our first Christmas is another favorite of mine, it made my heart full to give you that experience bc my family will always make Christmas extra as fuck. I hope you think fondly of that. HBL was probably one of the best two weeks of my life, still can feel the saltiness and tears bc you didn’t ask me to marry you then, but I get it. Still wish I didn’t constantly have the “maybe it’ll happen tonight” mindset. Kinda ruined a lot of it for me when surprise! It didn’t. Our first Valentine’s Day was magical. Thank you for showing me what it’s like to be treated with love and care. I still have one of the roses you gave me, guess I should prolly get rid of that at some point in our lives. But you know me, a memory hoarder.

Regardless,

Youll always have my heart. And I know that you’ll always have your doubts. But I see you in everyone I meet and everything I do. So don’t worry, I’ll live the single parent life for probably the rest of my life. Hey, if it wasn’t for you I’d probably be living the drunk lonely aunt life instead lol.

I know I’m kinda jumping to conclusions, but I guess you can say the cycle will never be beaten. That’s okay though, I know what comes next, but I also know one day you won’t come back. Regardless, I’ll always be waiting.

I don’t think I could ever express how much I love you, there will never be a song I can send, a poem I could write, a drawing I could paint, or a gift I could give that’ll ever amount to it. Just know it’s a lot, and it’ll never be taken from you.

We both love you unconditionally. I’m sure little bean will be more then ecstatic to have u as a daddy. I know I was and still am.

I’ll love you till the end of time honeybee/stinkbutt/stitch/wolf/sun/stardust/bun/bean/bee/honey/love/my love/angel/and every other stupid little name I came up with for you,

Forever Yours,

Nicole Brown🌙

“If I tremble at the sight of you, it’s not because I’m cold. It’s because I’m staring at the girl I want to, love me when I’m old. I swear with all my heart, every word I write for you is true, and I will not hesitate, to give my life for you”

P. S. I love you

[dandylion240]

All (or as many as you like) OTP questions for Charlie and Andrew!

My babies are popular. I received two asks, one from amuhav and the other from @legendofsim for the OTP questions for these sweeties. Answers under the cut. 

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?

Charlie is always spending money on things he hears Andrew saying he wishes he had. He really has no restraint when it comes to buying things he thinks Andrew needs or wants.

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

Andrew is the one to curl up on Charlie’s lap and fall asleep. 

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

Charlie would be the one to walk around half-naked not that Andrew minds. It’s a little embarrassing when they get visitors to have to tell him to put some clothes on.

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

Andrew has a difficult time sleeping and Charlie is always telling him to come to bed. Sometimes it works and other times Andrew just lays there listening to Charlie breathe next to him.

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

Charlie means well but he really shouldn’t be allowed inside a kitchen. He doesn’t have the patience or attention span to cook a proper meal. Andrew just shoos him away with a knowing grin.

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”?

Neither really. If one happened to catch Andrew’s attention, which might have happened a time or two, he’d be like this is us. Charlie would be like ‘eh if you say so I guess.’

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

Andrew definitely especially if Charlie is going to be out of town for any length of time. 

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”

Charlie would be the one out running errands all day. He’d have a list of things he needed to get and be very conscientious about making sure he got everything on it. It’s very rare Andrew ever has to ask him if he remembered something. 

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

Charlie drives and does most of the navigating himself. Andrew is hopeless at directions and gets lost a block from the house.

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

Um neither. Charlie can draw some but he’d never think of asking Andrew to pose for him knowing it’d just make him turn red....well that’s not such a bad thing either.

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

This would never happen....although Charlie would definitely be the one doing the backflips. Andrew would say he wasn’t coming but he’d have to go to make sure Charlie made it out without getting caught.

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking?

Neither one drinks or not enough to have to worry about making the other stop.

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

They both do this on a regular basis. Andrew’s gifts are more along the line of heart shaped sticky notes in Charlie’s lunch for work. 

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?

Charlie definitely trips up everyone once in a while by using Andrew’s last name. Since he lost his dad feels more a part of Andrew’s family then his own.

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?

Andrew can’t stand creepy crawlies of any kind. Spiders top the list. He’ll point and gasp until Charlie comes to the rescue and get’s rid of the creepy crawlie.

16: Which one gives the other their jacket?

Charlie is always giving Andrew his jacket not that he minds. He only brings a jacket because he knows Andrew will need it.

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?

Charlie definitely. Andrew’s twin sister is not a fan but that’s more her problem than his.

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other? 

It was a little awkward at first but it was Andrew who finally admitted it but it didn’t go over well. It was Emmaline who forced the issue and motivated Charlie to come and admit  he had feelings for Andrew.

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting?

Awesome! They might be a little over protective but they’ll be very understanding and receptive to their children’s needs.

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

Andrew would be the one to use perfect grammar or close to it. Charlie is more the type to do whatever gets his point across the easiest.

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

Andrew seems to attract bullies like bees to honey. It’s a good thing Charlie is never far away and willing to go the limit to protect him.

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

Charlie is apt to make the occasional bad pun much to Andrew’s amusement.

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

Hmm Charlie would definitely be the one who would surprise Andrew with a puppy.

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

Charlie is such a sweetie that he’d offer to give Andrew a piggyback ride if he got tired.

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

Neither one is overly competitive but Charlie would be more apt to join a team. Andrew would be content to watch from the sidelines cheering.

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

Charlie...he thinks it’s sweet and his phone is filled with them.

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?

Andrew would help Charlie with a makeover if he asked.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

Neither. A puppy or a kitten is the extent of Andrew’s idea of pets and Charlie would never own a something that terrify Andrew.

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

Charlie would the umbrella if they had one to share.

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

They would go to France the city of romance and love. That is if Charlie could convince Andrew to go. Andrew doesn’t like to travel much. If they went Andrew would definitely be the one with the camera.

Thank you for asking!

[bugguyscoachellavalley]

5 Effective Ways to Remove Bees Naturally

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What is it about bees that have everyone so divided? Some people may run in fear from bees; others will defend bees at random conversations with their friends. From an ecosystem standpoint, bees are beneficial. However, from a safety standpoint, they can be quite dangerous to those that have allergies or those that don’t want to be stung. The important thing is to realize the good work bees do, and when encountering an infestation of your property, find effective ways to remove bees without killing them.

Honey bees, for example, are one of the best bees on the planet. Responsible for pollination that mainly feeds the animals we eat and creating honey, they offer excellent benefits that those that love honey can appreciate. But what happens when they start invading your property? In this article, we will go over why you need to remove them, signs of an infestation, and how to get rid of an active bee infestation. 

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Why Do You Need to Remove Bees?

Unfortunately, though bees are great for our environment, it doesn’t mean we want an uncontrolled infestation populating the property. Removing bees can be necessary for a few reasons. The top is safety. Take a look at the top reasons; you should have bees removed from your property.  

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Allergies to Bee Stings

Is someone in your family allergic to bees? Stings can cause severe reactions, and can sometimes be fatal. For those that have seen My Girl, you know all too well what can happen when bees start to attack someone that is allergic. Some issues that can develop include hives or other rashes and throat swelling shut. When a person that is allergic to a bee is stung, they may quickly need medical attention. The most common medication for a bee sting is an Epi-pen, used to neutralize the reaction.

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Bee Stings Hurt

If you haven’t been stung by a bee in your lifetime, count yourself lucky. It is a painful experience. While wasps typically get all the notoriety for stings that hurt, bees aren’t too far behind. If there were a single reason why a homeowner would want to get bees off property, it would be to eliminate the possibility of getting stung.

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Bees Can Get Angry

Even if you are minding your own business, if you accidentally disturb the hive, you will have angry bees on your tail. When bees swarm, they usually hit their target. Aggressive bees that swarm have the potential to sting repeatedly. 

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Signs of Bee Infestation

Okay, so now that we know a bee infestation can be a bad thing for the residents and visitors to the property, how can we identify the signs of an infestation? The sooner you can identify a hive, the sooner you can get rid of the bees, and it will not be a larger-scale issue.

The Hive Is Present

Seeing a beehive is probably the most active clue that you have a problem. While bees may leave older hives, a busy colony will have bees coming in and out.

More Than One or Two Bees 

More than one bee can quickly become a problem. As soon as they start to reproduce in their hive, there can quickly be more than a hundred bees. Then getting rid of the problem becomes a matter of safety. One or two bees flying around is fine, and shouldn’t be something to be too worried about. When you see a stray bee, they are more than likely pollinating the flowers in the area.

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How to Get Rid of Bees?

So now we understand why we want to get rid of a bee infestation, and ways to spot an outbreak, the next logical question would be how can we effectively get bees off the property? More importantly, how can safety get rid of them without injuring ourselves or the hive. How we go about getting rid of bees will vary depending on where the hive is located. How you will approach an active hive in a home versus outside the house will be different. 

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Bees in the house

When there are bees in the house, this presents a considerable problem. One, it makes the problem more difficult to approach; the second, it can become more dangerous. When bees are in the home, it is imperative you don’t disrupt the hive if you can see it. If you’ve just noticed a few bees in the house, contact your local pest controller to survey the situation. If you’ve found the hive, in a place like an attic, you can either call your local pest controller or beekeeper.  

Bees are attracted to sugary substances. Soda is one may of us have around the home. You can put out a dish in the area where the bees are and a window; opening the window, you can lead them outside. While this might work, it also carries the risk of injury. Consulting with a professional is likely the best choice.

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Bees on the ground

To get rid of bees that are on the ground outside, there is a natural remedy with vinegar spray. Vinegar is a natural deterrent to many pests, including bees. Create a solution mixture with ¾ vinegar to 1/4 part water and spray the yard. Treating the yard can push the bees away if there are only a few. 

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Bees in your car

While it might seem unlikely that bees will be in your vehicle, it can happen. Cars that sit are more prone to bee issues, but it isn’t unreasonable to think a bee or two can sneak in your vehicle. If you see one or two, ventilation is usually the best way to remove them. For bees in the trunk, you can try mothballs. Bees hate the smell of mothballs. If you place a few in the trunk of your car, they will go out the same way they came in.

 If you see a hive under your car or in the truck, again, contacting a professional will be the best option. Another method you could try is spraying under your car a solution of cinnamon

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Beehives around the house

When you find beehives around the home, like on the roofline, it is critical that you don’t mess with the hive. Instead, try sprinkling cinnamon around the area. This is another natural deterrent, like vinegar, that will get bees to relocate without killing them.  

There are natural plant remedies that will make bees bypass your house entirely. Consider adding citronella, eucalyptus, or even a mint plant in your home and outside to repel any bees from stopping and forming a hive on your property. 

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Professional Bee Removal

So, we’ve gone over five effective methods for getting rid of bees. These include:

Sprinkling cinnamon around the hive

Spraying the yard with white distilled vinegar

Sugar attracts bees; soda can get bees to relocate out of the home

For bees in cars, ventilate

Consider planting bee-Deterrent herbs around the yard including citronella and mint

While these natural remedies can help in certain situations, having professional treatments are the best solution. Some times call for professional bee removal. You should consider calling your local pest controller if you see an active hive, or there have been more bees appearing. For those that have allergies or children with bee allergies, it would be an excellent idea to take swift action and go straight to getting effective removal from the experts.

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Conclusion

Bees are wonderful for our environment. Pollination is an essential part of making the world go round. However, bees can be dangerous, especially to those that have allergies. Removing bees safely is the top priority. Killing bees is bad for the environment. But approaching bees on your own can cause an aggressive swarm, which can be dangerous. 

 The best method of getting rid of an active bee infestation is to call the professionals. Offering the top pest control services in the Coachella Valley area, Bug Guys Pest Control proudly provides effective and safe bee removal around homes and businesses. If you currently have an infestation in your home or office, contact us today! You can request an appointment online or give our office a call.

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