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[mangostarjam]

sore loser — kaiju no. 8, narumi gen x f!reader, "babe" as a petname, established relationship, suggestive, smut adjacent? aka they don't actually do it but they sure get naked, 1.5k words

"Are you still pouting about this?" you try to catch your boyfriend's eyes in the mirror, but he avoids your gaze and slumps further into the couch.

You roll your eyes. Narumi Gen ignores you, fingers flying over his phone screen, looking annoyingly handsome in his formal dress uniform even though he's rumpling it to high hell on the couch. You debate for a second about warning him of wrinkles and then go back to putting your earrings in.

"I would've won, you know."

"Sure, Narumi-kun, but the fact remains that you didn't."

He tosses his phone aside. That, more than anything, makes you pause. Your attention-seeking boyfriend abandoning his daily ego surf? This must be serious. "I'm your boyfriend, right?"

"… Yes?"

Gen's gaze snaps to yours in the mirror as he gasps dramatically. "Hey! Why'd you hesitate, huh?"

"Because it was a stupid question." You adjust the straps of your dress and smirk to yourself as his gaze drifts lower. The setting sun is golden and hazy as it spills into his bedroom, sending shadows stretching across the floor and catching along the mess scattered underfoot. You've long given up on trying to keep it tidy, merely shoving half-opened packages aside until there are clear enough pathways to the bathroom and door and his futon.

To be fair to Gen, since you've started dating his mess has gotten substantially less… messy. That might be because the first time you stepped on something while fumbling in the dark for the bathroom, you had threatened to never sleep over again and to scatter Lego blocks all over his floor when he'd least expect it.

You have a feeling the Lego blocks were what sealed the deal.

"Baaaaabe," your boyfriend whines, hopping over to you and grabbing your hands. He shoots you a pitiful look from under his bangs, though it doesn't really work when he's taller than you and keeps shooting glances down your dress. "Why're you kicking me while I'm down? Don't I deserve a pick me up?"

"That sounds like a you problem," you snort. "Besides, we're going to be late."

"As Captain of the First Division, shouldn't I get to choose what counts as 'late'?"

You squeeze his hands, smiling reluctantly at his declaration. He's so silly sometimes. "I don't want Hasegawa-san walking in on us again, okay?"

Gen's smirk spells trouble. He leans down a little until your noses brush. His sudden proximity makes your breath catch in your throat as his body heat seeps into your bare skin. "Oh? And what would he be walking in on, hm?"

"Just a little something to make you feel better after losing to Captain Ashiro today," you smile sweetly, stretching up on tiptoes to kiss him lightly. He chases your lips as you settle back on your heels, hands spanning your waist and pinning you against the mirror as he kisses you again.

It's so easy kissing Gen. His lips are soft but his kisses are bruising, all-encompassing and hot, a drumbeat beneath your skin. His lips move against yours like he's passing along secrets, messages that can only be transferred through his tongue licking into the depths of your mouth, and you find yourself clinging to his broad shoulders and wrinkling the fabric there even more.

"I like these earrings on you," he breathes, his hand smoothing up your back to flick one of the dangling strands. His other hand drifts lower and you squeak when he gives your ass a squeeze. "And this dress. You sure we've gotta go to this stuffy shindig?"

You fiddle with the button of his formal dress jacket as you pretend to think about it.

Gen tilts his head up so you can secure the high collar, waiting somewhat impatiently for your answer. You drag your fingers along his cheek, passing lightly over the bags under his eyes. He works hard, your captain, even if he acts like an idiot most of the time. "You'll be missed if we don't," you point out.

"Can't I eat you out first?" he asks, his voice rough.

"Gen!" you laugh, but your thighs clench as heat pools in your core. "Absolutely not. Even if Captain Ashiro kicked your ass in long distance shooting, you still need to show up to the ceremony! Besides, what about all your other titles? Don't you want to stand up there and show off your awards?"

"Nah, who cares about that stuff, anyway?"

You eye your boyfriend's pout. What a fucking lie. "Is this because of the bet?"

Gen doesn't look at you, but his hands settle on your hips. "No."

"I never would've thought the First Division Captain would be a sore loser."

"I'm not a loser," he shoots back immediately, "I'm the best. And all of those guys know it, too!"

You hum in what could be considered agreement, except there's a glint in your eye that makes Gen frown. He knew what he was getting into when he first asked you out — you, the newest engineer trained specially in Numbers weapons, well known throughout Japan for devising ways to lessen the strain on compatible users. You had come to the First Division to tweak Numbers Weapon One and and only stayed to make it your home base after Gen finally got you to date him.

And even after dating you for so long — after learning your likes and dislikes and the little quirks he associates with you — you still manage to keep him on his toes. You're easily his longest lasting and most serious relationship, and he has a feeling he's going to give you the rest of his life, too, because nobody else has ever come close to making him feel the way you do.

"It won't be that bad," you brush his hair out of his eyes and smile when he leans into the touch. "I'm sure Vice Captain Hoshina won't gloat that much, since we all knew you'd lose to Captain Ashiro. And you'll probably still look hot with your hair dyed another color."

"What — of course I'd still be hot but — wait, how did you know that?"

You raise an eyebrow. "I have my sources."

Gen's eyes narrow as he searches your face. "Don't tell me… you're still friends with that bowl cut bastard?!"

"I've known him for longer than I've known you, you know."

"Yeah, but you're my girlfriend!" Gen's fingers tighten around your waist, but it's not uncomfortable. He's always surprisingly careful with you, and the gesture warms your heart even as your brow twitches with annoyance.

"Don't be stupid," you tug a little harshly on his ear and smirk when he yelps in surprise. "He's letting me choose what color you'll dye your hair, but I'm not letting you have an opinion about it unless you can guess the color of my panties tonight."

Gen's eyes gleam in the mirror's reflected sunset and his lips curl into a smirk that tells you he's forgotten about protesting your friendship with the Third Division Vice Captain. "Do I get a hint?"

"You already got one earlier," you say primly, grabbing his hands and bringing them to his own hips. "Now hands to yourself, loverboy. We've got an awards ceremony to attend."

It isn't until much, much later that evening — once you're back in his room and he's shed his formal dress uniform jacket and shirt — that you take pity on him. He'd made guesses all night, whispering random colors and patterns in your ear between speeches, making you giggle into your sparkling cider while he watched with a grin on his face.

"Do you give up yet?" you ask, reaching for his belt buckle and leaning up for another deep kiss. Gen groans into your mouth, pressing you back into his futon as you arch up into him. His hand is hot against the soft plush of your thigh, a stark contrast to the silky fabric he's slowly drawing upwards.

"White with pink peaches," he mumbles, smiling into the kiss when you laugh.

"I don't even have a pair like that, Gen," you remind him. His hand pauses halfway up your thigh and skips up to your waist, the fabric bunching as he pulls you into him. Your legs fall apart to let him settle between them, but your dress is still blocking his view.

"I'll get you a pair like that," he says roughly, nipping at your neck just to hear you moan. "I'll get you all of 'em. You'll look hot as hell."

You've managed to shove his pants and briefs halfway off his hips and he quickly kicks them the rest of the way off, so the wet tip of his hard cock smears along the inside of your thigh as he settles. You hold your breath as he shifts, blinking slowly when his cock catches along your wet slit and he stills.

Gen's eyes are wide. You can't help but grin up at him as his jaw works.

"Isn't that cheating?" he huffs.

"I hope you don't mind rainbow colored hair."

[izvmimi]

a/n: this is tongue-in-cheek. being married to a pro hero can sometimes grate on your nerves if they’re not made of steel. cw brief child mention.

the first thing you notice before you park your car that Friday night is that your mailbox is full to bursting -

and that’s not even an exaggeration. 

katsuki gets a lot of fanmail - drawings from kids who are inspired by the pro hero Dynamight and heartfelt greeting cards from the families of people he’s saved (and even those he’s regrettably failed to save), but despite how reassuring those can be, there are a few that get on your last nerve no matter how gracious you try to be:

the characteristic perfume-scented letters by the most annoying fan club he has - Dynamight’s Damsels.

there’s already a zero in creativity for the name, but it’s less about them being lame and more about the sheer audacity of it all. you’re not exactly sure how they manage to find every single place your husband has lived in since he became an official pro, and you’re not exactly sure why it’s legal to stalk anyone to this extent, let alone a married man, but there’s not much you can do about it - sending lightly used panties is apparently not a crime, nor is writing fanfiction that poorly characterizes him, even if it is graphic. it’s weird, no one will argue that, but not illegal. and especially given his level of fame and adoration, is to be expected.

but sometimes there’s a limit. today they’ve gone full force and sent many packages on top of letters, probably because it was his birthday last week and the mailman had the kindness to hold off on the nonsense until your private festivities died down. picking up as many letters as you can carry in your handbag, you plug your nose and make it into your house. 

katsuki’s come back early today, and has your sleeping baby girl tied to his back while he prepares dinner; even though his back is turned, you know he knows you’ve returned.

he turns and grins, and then his smile immediately fades when he can see the frown on yours.

“what’s wrong, princess?”

“your harem misses you, katsuki,” you reply, keeping your voice sickeningly sweet. with that, you dump what looks like a sea of letters, all with a classic seal, ‘DD’, in cursive, onto the dinner table and he immediately starts fussing at you before realizing he’s going to wake the baby and dropping his voice.

“don’t put that shit on the table! we don’t know where it’s been!” he says in a hushed yet harsh tone.

“why are you worried? your girls would never poison you,” you grin, but your smile doesn’t completely reach your eyes. “they are sooooo in love with you after all.” you roll your eyes and shake out your bag, lest an expensive bra fall out or an oddly familiar assumption about the man you married.

he groans, and turns dinner once, then lowers the heat and moves over to collect the envelopes and toss them in the automatic trash bin.

“stop getting mad at me for their behavior. it’s not like this shit isn’t affecting me too,” he quips. then he walks over to you, frowning again, but differently this time, and you can tell he’s waiting for something.

“what?” you ask, holding onto the strap of your purse. you’re pouting and he’s pouting and you’re both standing in the kitchen and dinner will be ready in 30.

“where’s my kiss?” 

you narrow your eyes.

“ask katsukispuppy.” you reply, cruelly before walking past him.

“BABE!”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Bittersweet 2

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc. 

Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU 

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk. 

18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you. 

Summary: Your startup business catches the eye of a powerful rival.

Character: Loki Laufeyson

Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.

It’s baking day. Your kitchen is stolid with the heat of the oven and the treats cooling on the counter. Your apartment has been converted into a pseudo chocolate factory; though you wouldn’t claim Wonka’s glory. You are certain to keep to food-safe standards however and so your morning began with sanitization, another two hours on top of a long day. 

It’s a few weeks out to the next show; a local festival that hosts all sorts of local shops, though the biggest attraction are the musical acts. Even so, you’re hustling as best as you can. You spent a portion of the baking show profit to get a kiosk in the mall for the holiday weekend. It’s a big deal, you expect a crowd and now you have an idea of how much you’ll need to bring. 

You sigh as you tally up what you have so far. You’ll be in the kitchen all week at this rate and you don’t think even then you’ll meet your set quota. You’ll still do well but you can’t help the echo of that man’s words. You’re hitting a wall on your own. 

And you’re running low on red cacao. You frown at the slack canvas bag. That’s another trip to the bulk seller down by the freeway but that’s so far out, it’ll eat at least an hour and a half off your day.  

He’s right. That pompous snakish man is right. You can’t keep up with the demand.  

No, you can. You’ll bake into the night if you have to. It’ll be cooler then, anyhow. You inventory your cupboards as the oven radiate with heat. You have a list. Tomorrow you can get to that but for now, you’ll start packaging the chocolates in the fridge. 

You count out the truffles and fudge squares precisely. Each one in a sleeve or a box. You’ll add all the little details later; a ribbon, a bow, a seal. You yawn at the repetition but aren’t bored by it. Having your own business isn’t exactly dull, if anything it’s tantalizingly stressful. 

Your tablet dings as the baking show you keep on stream quiets for the notification. The woman’s voice returns to full volume as you approach to check the icon in the margin. It’s from your online shop front. Between the physical work, you can’t forget about the healthy tide of orders coming in virtually. 

It adds to the weight on your shoulders. You slump and drag down the notification bar. It’s large order and before you can skim each item, another notification sweeps in. You tap the inquiry so that the message opens.  

The inquiry is labeled with the same order number that just came up. You squint. ‘...requires in-person to order address...’ You don’t do that. It isn’t an option but the customer’s tone comes of insistent even over text. They promise a gratuity and underline that they did pay for the expedited option. 

That’s the first position you’re hiring when you can make the space. A customer service representative because you hate this. You go back to review the full order. It’s a lot; a lot of baking and a lot of money. 

You’ll have to make it work yet there’s this needling voice in the back of your head, slithering and sharp, you can’t keep this up forever. 

🍫

Surely, it’s the wrong address.

You idle in your large SUV, the nearly two-decade old model puttering between the sleek modern cars the fill the spaces outside the luxurious storefront. You gulp as you peer up at the moniker. You recognise the brand and the logo. 

Black Snake. It’s some sort of trick. You should have been suspicious.

The chocolatier isn’t unknown to you beyond your encounter with its owner. While the headquarters are nestled right at the heart of your city, there are locations across the country and even a few international. The local start-up boomed onto the front page and you can’t say it had nothing to do with your own come up. You offer a more affordable option with the same premium taste. 

You suppose he doesn’t like the competition. You wouldn’t either but you put yourself out there against the Black Snake monopoly knowing you would be trudging uphill. You get out and try not to think too much. 

You unlock the hatch and take out the large box stamped with your business name; Sweet Nothings. You approach the front door, trying to see through the tinted windows that form the front wall, and it opens before you can reach it. Shoot, he’s expecting you. 

“Ah, right on time,” Loki greets as he checks his watch. “I see you’ve no branding on your vehicle.” 

You try not to cringe. He has an eye for detail. You bite down on your smile. 

“Hello again,” you try to act like his foreboding hasn’t haunted you for a week, “I have everything in here--” 

“I didn’t see a reselling clause on your terms of service,” he proclaims smugly, “these should be popular.” 

“Ah,” you hesitate as he steps out of the door to hold it open for you, “you’ve paid so I guess I can’t stop you.” 

“Mm, and how is business then? You are quick to respond. Can’t be very hectic, then.” 

You take the jab like a weathered boxer. You don’t flinch, you just keep going. You stride inside and look around. You carry the box to the empty space the counter. 

“As promised, I will transfer a fee for your trouble,” he follows quickly. 

“Thanks, uh, I should--” you face him as he blocks your path. 

“You’ve a pop-up. This coming weekend.” 

The advert is at the top of your online shop. Of course, he would know. His diligence is starting to eke you out. 

“I do,” you confirm, “so I should be off.” 

“Yes, you have much work to do. Tell me, how many ovens do you have going?” 

Your expression falls, “you spent all this money to mock me?” 

“No, I’m simply discussing business. Seeing as I am experienced, I thought I might offer some sage advice,” he flutters his long fingers. 

“I appreciate that, really, but I am running a business, same as you, so if you would like to discuss that, you are more than welcome to make a proper appointment with me. Like a business person.” 

He snickers at the slant in your voice, the tone that insists you’re legitimate like him. 

“I didn’t see that option on the store front,” he counters. 

“You have my card,” you sniff and step around him. “Feel free to let me know if you have any concerns about your order.” 

“Wait--” He calls after but you’re already halfway through the door. 

[whataboutthefish]

A/B/O Pen pal Steddie

Alpha Eddie and Omega Steve who slowly fall in love over email.  Eddie plucks up the nerve to ask if Steve wants to swap scents, see if they're compatible before they buy plane tickets to see one another.

Steve gets Eddie’s hellfire shirt first, when he tears into the vac sealed bag the scent sends him straight into heat.

Steve’s package got lost in the mail going via Kentucky, twice for absolutely no reason at all. But it’s lucky because when he gets a call from an unknown number he’s coherent enough to hear the wrecked growl of his Alpha after he’s come his brains out.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Brat Taming: Part 12

“This looks okay?” His eyes met yours through the reflection of your mirror, the bed thrown apart in the search for your phones, a makeshift nest of blankets that he was lounging on, was captured in the image he sent Steve minutes ago.

“For work? I mean it’s not too-“

“Why are you so worried about what you’re wearing, bear?” Jake prodded with a tilt of his head, his mark from Ransom healed, fully sealing him to the rich playboy alpha as well as Ari.

Jake had Steve left, and you had two to go. It was a friendly omega bet that was coming to fruition before your eyes, with your intent to let Ransom be next, the plunge from single omegas to becoming a shared and tight-knit pack was well on its way to finishing.

“It’s the first day back to work since I was on my heat cycle and with Steve’s mark, I just feel…different.” Your hands rest against your stomach, fingers curling in the front of the light knit sweater you changed into.

You had been indecisive all day, and a part of you was anxious from the moment you had woken up entangled with Jake. It had been a sudden and brutal hit to your emotional, mental and physical well-being to have become so anxious so quickly.

“You look beautiful.” Jake’s hands slid along yours, his chin nestled on the top of your head as he hummed and swayed you back and forth delicately, the two of you so naturally wrapped up in each other. “And you’re going to have a great day back at work.”

“When did you become such a motivational coach?” You turned your head, looking back at him your gaze quickly wavering to hips lips and the temptation to coat yourself in his scent was heady.

“You don’t have to work with that irritating scaly-“

“-dragon woman?” Jake finished for you, slipping his hands away from yours to the curve of your hips and with a sudden jerk, turned you to face him.

“Ransom’s right you know.” You closed your eyes, breathing in your omega, and best friend’s, scent.

You couldn’t get enough of it nor could you overcome the feeling of completion since the two of you, bound and desperately in love with each other, had started to find yourself nestled securely in a pack with alphas.

“She doesn’t hate you.” Jake rubbed his hands up and down your back, a purr radiating from within his chest and throat. “Maybe she does hate you, but that’s only because you get dick from four gorgeous men and she’s jealous.”

“That’s a lot of dick-“ you felt yourself shifting away from Jake before you even realized what he was attempting to do, and even then it was too late to prevent him from digging his fingers into your side to tickle you.

“-good thing you have someone to share it with.” He growled playfully as you two fell back onto the carpet, a pile of limbs tangled again as he used his weight to pin you down, your squeals and shrieks from laughing radiating and echoing off the walls.

You two were so entangled and occupied with each other, so wrapped in each other, neither one of you was aware of the front door to your apartment opening or the scent of an alpha that had started to infiltrate your space. Neither of you had even noticed anyone else was here until you happened to catch a glimpse of long legs in the reflection of the mirror, and a moment of innate fear struck you.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” Steve’s voice had come across thick and husky, seductive in its composure, both you and Jake feeling the same lightning strike of momentary desire. “Jake gave me a key, and you had a package-“

“What time is it? Shit!” You pushed Jake off of you and scrambled beneath his body, stumbling for your phone and pulling on boots, yanking both over the bottom cuffs of your jeans. “I’m gonna be so late-“

“Eh, just give the boss some head-“ Jake started to speak, immediately getting cut off with a pillow to the face and a stern purse of Steve’s lips.

“Not funny.” You threw your bag strap over your shoulder, stepping back toward the two boys.

First stooping low to kiss Jake tenderly and quickly, and then you stepped in front of Steve. You pressed your hands against his chest and stood on your tippy toes kissing the corner of his lips in a greeting and goodbye before you finally darted out of the apartment.

The return to work wasn’t as eased as you had first anticipated and despite Jake’s best motivation for you to enjoy your day and not let the other woman rag on you, you had been welcomed by the unsightly and uppity scowl of Ari’s first assistant and the degrading snipe at your heat cycle.

The woman who had been derogatory about your cycle and the extension of your week off because of your heat hadn’t been subtle about the workload resting on her shoulders in your absence.

Something along the lines of how nice it was to “have time off to take dick” had been mumbled under her breath in passing when she bristled past you to enter Ari’s office. The comment weighed on you, it bristled under your skin and afflicted you with anger that burned red hot. You immediately sat on your desk chair and yanked your phone from the drawer to your right.

Your immediate reaction was to text Ransom, the constant back and forth you’d had over this woman and her passive-aggressive comments were making you reach the end of your patience.

Ransom was almost more invested in this woman and her incessant need to be as irritating as possible, screwing with you in every grinding way imaginable. Your fingers tapped rhythmically against the keyboard in your messages, your brain and fingers working in tandem as you ranted and finally sent the message.

You give the man dick, you’d think he’d fire her — Sugar daddy

You snort at the message, chortling as his first assistant had come out of his office with a sneer and thinly veiled contempt for you. She walked around the front of her desk and sat on the same kind of leather office chair you had and after she settled herself she glanced your way and snapped her fingers, waving them in the direction of Ari’s office.

“He wants to speak with you.” She huffed, gritting her teeth and glaring at you, her eyes following you as you stood and walked around the front of your desk.

“Snap at me again,” you completed the action while you spoke, your temper flaring, “and I’ll cut your fingers off with the letter opener.”

She huffed again yet looked away, mumbling under her breath about you or your position but ultimately dropping any argument she could have made. You walked past her, looking at her over your shoulder before you knocked on the door and stepped into his office.

“I hate your first assistant.” Ari raised his head and an eyebrow in your direction as you flicked the lock before you sat in front of his desk, crossing one leg over the other. ���I threatened to cut off her fingers with the letter opener. She kept snapping at me.”

“She snapped once-“

“I hate her, Ari. I hate her and she hates me. I hate her, and-“ You drew your mouth closed and looked away from him, your teeth grinding as you stewed in silence.

“I’ve debated moving your desk into my office but I’d spend more time with my head between your thighs than I would work.” His comment was spoken with such unwavering honesty, you had almost missed the direct heat and wanting desire that lingered within the consonants and vowels.

It wasn’t just the words he spoke that communicated heat and desire, it was the dark ring around his normally bright blue eyes that was informative of his true intentions. He had kept his gaze on you, neither one of you breaking until the phone rang at his desk, and only then had he broken eye contact to answer the person on the other line.

And still, he bid you wait for him by raising one finger, pointing to you and his lap, his lips stretching into a wicked grin.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of him, even when he was supposed to be watching the game playing on the field below, his eyes were captivated and held by his date.

He was nervous, almost uncannily so, to be here and out in the open with another man when his past wouldn’t have ever allowed him this liberty. Being here with Jake out in the open, being able to go on a courting date with the younger and bratty omega was like taking a deep breath to clear his lungs.

It was so easy being with his female omega, it was so easy to take a walk with you or go out to the movies, have dinner or spend a week away in New York while you were afflicted by your heat cycle. Steve had it easier when he was with you versus Jake because he hadn’t been given the opportunity before now to embrace and hold to his bisexuality.

In the past he was born and raised in, Steve would have never been able to court another male omega. He would never be allowed to join the army or have been turned into the hero he is if he was open about his bisexuality. Call it a stigma of his affliction, which is what he thought it was, but he was still struggling to accept himself.

This was the first step, this was the first real leap and bound he was making in his self-acceptance. Steve was crazy about you and Jake, he was undeniably drawn to the two of you. He had his time with you, he had marked you as his and staked out the very claim he was going to have with Jake.

This first courting date was meant to be easy and relaxing, it was meant to be the first step in taking Jake as his own. And for the most part, it had felt as easy as it was supposed to be, and then the light hit Jake’s face and Steve felt his focus shifting from the game he had taken his omega to, and placed it upon the delicate and beautiful features of his male omega.

Steve was caught staring more than once, he was caught enraptured by the crease of Jake’s lips as he pursed his flesh when a play was made that was particularly troubling.

Steve’s attention was held on Jake when the omega he came with reached out to touch Steve, and the simple action sent a tidal wave of vibrant desire to hit him square in the chest. He was hit with the velvety notion of flesh against flesh and the desire to brush his lips against Jake’s, just to see if he would whimper and whine.

Steve was staring.

Unapologetically so.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of his omega nor could he prevent the sting of possessiveness that flourished in his soul when another alpha walked by and took a second glance at Jake. The innate reaction to slipping his hand upon Jake’s thigh and the squeeze were almost debilitating, his hindbrain was beating like a drum with the need to show the world that Jake was with him.

“You’re good?” Jake questioned Steve, breaking the ultimate hold of Steve’s gaze with the squirted whisper. “You’re projecting.”

“I don’t like other alphas looking at what’s mine.” The growl that escaped his lips was more intense than he intended, and it was met with Jake’s soft laugh and a little chirp.

“You’re intense, no one would fuck around and find out.” Jake leaned in and his scent hit Steve with an unreserved intensity that caused the alpha to close his eyes and breath deeply, a vivacious sound that was cross between a purr and a sigh to form in his throat.

His breath had become tightly wound in his throat and the purr was replaced with a groan, the burly sound aiding the intense mix of his scent as alpha and Jake’s scent as an omega.

Steve had opened his eyes and dropped his gaze to the hand Jake placed on his thigh, Jake’s fingers slowly kneading his leg. The heat that radiated from Jake’s hand through his jeans to his leg carried a great weight that sent his blood pumping to the head of his cock.

“Brat,” Steve hissed, steadily growing impatient the further Jake’s hand slid up his leg, “not here. If I lose control-“

“Oops.” Jake grinned shamelessly and moved his down Steve’s leg to rest on his kneecap, fingers drumming rhythmically. He had shrugged nonchalantly, acting as if nothing had happened and as if his hand on Steve’s knee had done nothing to turn the alpha on.

Steve had lawn out a puff of air and let his head fall back, his blue-green eyes fixated upon the skyline and the almost seamless blue ceiling that was only briefly obstructed by a few feathery clouds.

He fixated his eyes upon the blue sea in the sky until he had calmed down enough not to have his erection caught by people around them. As he lowered his head and watched the game unfolding, Steve reached out and rest his hand upon Jake’s thigh, almost second-guessing the action until Jake placed his hand on top of Steve’s.

“I like it, leave it.” Jake flashed Steve a smile, reassuring and unbothered by the physical affection that Steve was still becoming accustomed to.

Steve was stuck in a cycle of bliss and insecurity, placated between the enigmatic clutch of Jake Jensen, 1 of 2 bratty omegas, and his vicious self-doubt. He was stuck in this back and forth until the game had ended, even beyond then.

When Jake had started to drag him to the nearest outdoor park with walking trails, Steve had finally been bolstered out of this rut when lips met lips. He was struck and shocked silent, as Jake poured everything he could into the blinding earth-shattering kiss that stole Steve’s breath.

His hands had remained at his side, his eye growing wide with wonder. Steve had seen a lot in his life, he had been through more than he could’ve ever truly given life through words, and now feeling Jake’s lips on his, he was transported back to the 1940s before the ripe age of 27 being kissed properly by an agent. It took Jake trying to pull away from Steve to get him to act.

His hands cupped Jake’s cheeks and Steve’s tongue brushed Jake’s bottom lip. The kiss had intensified as puzzle pieces snapped into place, Steve unabashedly giving as much into the kiss as Jake had.

Everything was falling into place; self-acceptance wasn’t fleeting anymore.

“We’re supposed to be taking a walk-” Jake had tried to pull away, he had turned his head to draw himself away from Steve.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Steve hooked his hand around the back of Jake’s neck, pulling him back to steal another kiss.

Their lips collided against each other, lips and teeth clashing in a passionate exchange of affection.

Nothing mattered more than tongues tangling and Jake’s arms slinging around Steve’s neck, the endearing exchange welcomed by both parties. Steve had dug his nails into the back of Jake’s neck, finally getting an answer to a question not asked when his omega whimpered and whined.

“Are you done with me now?” Jake pulled away, breathing heavily against Steve. “I mean I’m not-“

“No,” Steve laughed softly, stealing one kiss after another, “I’ll never be done with you.”

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[darksxder]

Okay darling, I have another request but with a hint of tomfoolery involved! Can I get some headcanons for Ghost and Soap on how they'd react if you tried playing a prank on them but it goes awry? 🤣

the prank war (one sided)

a.n.: of course! anything for my lovely belle! ily! <3 hope you enjoy the last bit ;)

pairings:

ghost x gn!reader

soap! gn!reader (wearing a dress)

fem!reader x ghost x soap (poly!)-an extra treat ;)

ghost

pranking ghost was a dangerous game so you’d stick to small things like moving everything on his desk one inch to the right

everything BUT his stapler 

 and everyone else thinks this prank is stupid, but que ghost ABSOLUTELY losing it

like him drenched in sweat after training, entering his office and stopping completely once he sees his desk. squinting at the perfect change

it was subtle. but enough to have his eye twitching

he knew it was you. you were the only other person with a key to his office. but he gave you one warning once you mentioned pranks a week ago 

he said he wouldn’t start the prank war, but he’d end it

so now he knows you're aiming for a prank war, and he is on the lookout, overly careful and cautious

honestly it takes you another week to make another move

ghost made a pot of coffee, pouring it into his favourite mug (you gave him a skull one :,) before he's called away to talk to soap

and he'll give you credit, you did it all in seconds, very covert, and quiet, but he saw it

he watched you pour salt instead of sugar into his coffee and he choked on a laugh

this was going to be good

he waited for you to scatter away and sit at a table nearest to the door, saying goodbye to soap before reaching his tainted coffee

and you watched so closely as he picked up the mug and happily sipped at it

your jaw dropped as you watched him down the black coffee topped with an obscene amount of salt

he turned to you, the light in his eyes making it clear he was smiling as he lowered the balaclava again

“this pot came out super good, wanna try?” 

you know you're caught, heart racing and palms sweating but you just sigh, and give a weak nod

better to get it over with

he hands you the mug, and a silly part of you is almost convinced you messed up the prank, that maybe it truly was sugar and not salt

but one sip had you choking and sputtering coffee all over the table as ghost laughed deeply

after the slew of swears and coughs, you confess to your crime

he just laughed, leaning back in the chair across from you 

“i know, kid. just messing with you.” and the warmth in his eyes and in his voice dims as he leans towards you

“touch my coffee again and I'll make you regret it, private.” 

you nod hard and fast, wiping coffee off your flushed face

he had certainly ended the prank war

soap

he was easy to prank honestly 

but he always returned fire with something much worse

one day where task force 141 were marked to be on ‘standby’ (still on mission but with no clear objective) you get overly bored

bored and very hot

the air conditioning had crapped out a week ago and now it was 40 degrees, a dry heat

you're sweating, fanning yourself as you organize the rec room closet, dusting off your flowy dress that you heaved from the bottom of your bag

(again you’re bored)

but you come across a gold mine in the task riddled with spiders and cloying dust

a sealed package of 200 water balloons

you drop every pretence of organizing and practically sprint outside with an empty blue bucket, beside you-laughing softly (no one really questioned it-they were all getting a little stir crazy)

rounding the building you found the hose and started building your army of watery, latex covered death traps

you would absolutely pelt johnny with them after he came back from his run

he might even thank you, honestly, the water was nice and cold

instinct even had your sticking your face under the cold silky spray before you even considered using your procured prank materials

a half hour of slippery hands and muttered curses ends as you tie off the last one, crouching near a bush by the dorms and wait 

on mission you were a stealth operative, you had to have patience, but you were also a restless and heat exhausted person currently

so soap got one step around the corner before you threw a red water balloon at him, a direct hit

it slapped against his chest on his gray tank top, leaving a wet mark, but it simply fell to the ground

only breaking once it hit tarmac

you stand, a blue one in your grasp and hurl it at him trying again

all whilst soap tries to talk around his laughter “why you attackin’ me lass?” 

the same thing happens and you sigh, rolling your eyes, stepping out from behind the shrubby bush and collapsing on the hot tarmac, defeated and burning as the sun beat down on you 

thankfully a very sweaty and beautiful soap blocked the sun from your eyes as he stood over you 

“a solid try.” he sighed, holding a hand out to you

“thought they would break.” you whispered, cheeks burning, wiping the cold water from the balloons from your hands all over your heated cheeks

“figured that.” his scottish accent thick as he leaned down

“should use those as condoms.” you joke, gesturing back at the bucket. eyes firmly closed despite the tall shadow he gave you

he just laughs, suddenly pulling you up, and dusting off the sides of your dress. 

“if only your parents used them.” he quipped

que you hitting this man and him laughing, weakly dodging the blows, but failing to pin your arms to your sides

and as the sun burns down around you, finally setting, in a layer of peach hued gold, the weather is forgotten

the touch of him enough to handle the embarrassment of a failed prank

fem!reader x ghost x soap (poly!)

you had been dorm mates with soap and ghost for an age on base

It was nice and you were all close

truthfully it had once awkward and tense, you spent most time training to stay out of their space

but after saving each others asses many times, it was now warm and cozy

it was truly a home for you all away from your home countries

a stable place of safety and no judgment

like you and soap shared body wash (his smelled so good) 

and simon felt safe enough to remove his mask around you, but you still made it a point to turn away whenever he did (just in case)

no matter how much he assured you that he trusted you 

anyways now you were here, a lack of energy having led you to avoiding doing laundry on your only off day this week (today)

so the only sleeping clothes you had was a soft silk slip your mother snuck into your pack before your deployment once she heard you would be again rooming with the ‘beautiful and tall gentlemen who were very polite to her over the phone’

It was a deep green, a nice emerald shade that made your scarred skin look lovely

with a bright white lace trim along the v line neckline and the hem and slit driven up the right thigh

you figured to aim for a joke instead of letting it be awkward when they came in

apart of you wanted them to see you out of your casuals, your uniform, something that showed off the pillowy curves and muscles you worked hard to maintain

so here you were, on ghost’s bed, on your left hip, your hand propping your head up as you posed, hearing footsteps get closer and closer, your heartbeat echoing the sound

soap comes in first, his blue eyes going wide as he sees you, the long lines of your lotioned legs and the soft silk hugging your waist

he whistled a low and deep tone that had you laughing, nearly falling out of the pose as ghost came in behind him before stilling

“you’re in my bed.” he says, british accent thick, raspy

“yeah? come join me. there's plenty of room.” you coo, voice a low purr you barely recognize, “for both of you.” you say, looking over to soap, who's jaw is currently on the concrete floor

then you're moving up and throwing your legs over the side of the bed, leaning back on your hands, chest arching softly

it was a joke, truly, but everything was so hot in the room now, so still-buzzing

you barely get to blink before johnny is throwing off his tactical vest and stripping off his boots

ghost joins him as you choke on a breath, words failing you in any other way than mumbled jumbles of sounds that only translate that you're confused and flustered

when they're half dressed they walk to the bed

these tall and horribly deadly men falling to their knees on either side of you as your heart beats so hard you're scared it will shoot out of your chest, ripping past your ribs

“i-i was joking.” you stutter, body flushing with waves of heat, swallowing hard 

and its ghost that leans in, stealing a quick look over to soap before placing a gloved hand on your cheek. “doesn’t have to be.”

[kushblazer666]

CANNING: MEATLOAF

Ingredients:

10 lbs ground beef (aka, hamburg)

3 cloves garlic (do not be tempted to add more because raw garlic when pressure-canned can be overwhelming)

1/2 onion

2-3 T light brown sugar

1&1/4 tomato ketchup

1 plastic package of saltine crackers (buy a box of saltines and use one of the plastic packages inside)

1 T parsley

1 t yellow mustard (powder)

1 t pepper

2 t salt

8 eggs

Instructions:

Prepare your jars and lids and bands per instructions in the above link on canning principles. Keep lids submerged in hot water to soften the rubber seal.

Combine everything in a bowl.

Mix all ingredients well

Pack tightly in clean jars. I like adding a little at a time and stomping to pack tightly.

I used a french rolling pin inside a plastic bread bag (so the wood does not touch the meat)

Leave about 1&1/4 inch headspace. Try to eliminate air pockets as much as you can.

About an inch and a quarter headspace

Wipe rims to make sure no pieces will get trapped between the lids and the rims. Apply the bands just finger tight. This will allow for air to escape but still help prevent liquid or pieces to get through. Too tight and you will prevent air to escape, hence, not creating vacuum. The air trapped may also pose a problem with microbes trapped that will not be heated enough to get killed.

Screw on the bands just finger-tight.

Place in the pressure canner with cold water. This is to prevent shock. Turn on the heat, close the canner tightly without the weight. Once steam escapes, time for 10 mins to help create vacuum in the canner. This allows for even heat distribution.

After 10 mins of steam escaping, you might notice that the gauge shows the pressure going up from 0. Put the weight on the “nipple” to help increase the pressure inside. Steam under pressure will create the right temperature necessary to kill the microbes inside the jars within the specified/recommended time frame.

Let pressure reach 10 psi before turning your heat down. On my gas stove, #4 setting keeps that pressure at this level. If I go down, the pressure might not be maintained. When that happens, the countdown begins anew.

Set timer with the pressure kept at 10 psi for 90 mins minimum.

Once done, turn off the heat and let cool down naturally. Do not remove the weight. I usually go to bed by this time then remove the jars the next day. I wait about 24 hours before testing for the seal. Look for jars that did not seal (the lids are still popped up instead of down); refrigerate these and consume within two weeks. (All of mine sealed properly.)

Test the seal by removing the bands then lifting the jars by the lids. The lid should not come off.

All lids are concave – sealed!

When ready to consume, the juice might have solidified and not allow for easy sliding of the meatloaf out of the jar. Reheat slightly in the microwave or hot water to melt the juice.

The meatloaf shrinks in size so it moves away from the glass jar walls.

This will then make it easy to slide the meat out.

Slides out of the jar if you melt the juice first

You can eat right out of the jar or pan-fry to reheat brown the outside.

Tips: Store these in a dark, cool, dry room. Do not bother to reapply the bands. This will help you spot the bad ones easier because if you improperly have canned this and the Botulinum bacteria survived and thrives inside the jar (because of anaerobic and high pH conditions), they will create gas (no more vacuum), which will push the lid out. However, once you open a good jar and have leftovers, place the lid back on. Consume the leftovers within two weeks.

[slifarianhawk]

Chapter 40: Gifts

It had been just under a month since I had bonded with Uroboros. The undying Hadean-level heat finally died down about a week ago and Albert's touch stopped feeling like in inside walls of a walk-in freezer.

He had taken to the Angelis virus perfectly hardly any changes except his skin tone was just a tad paler and his hair was slightly brighter as well. He stood on the balcony of our apartment. With a book in his hand, he stood out looking at the horizon. 

I sighed, I looked over at the calendar noticing the date. It was the twenty-fifth, back before we had taken our separate routes we had spent this day in the past with William and his family. My after my mother passed Chris and Claire busied themselves with either volunteer work or staying on their military base around the holidays.

Albert walked in and saw my cloudy eyes. He places his book on the left-hand side table and walks to the closet.

"I have something for you dearheart." He said walking over to the wall away from the bathroom door. He removed his glove and pressed his wedding ring on the black pad attached to the wall. A secret panel was unlatched and opened up.

"These are some relics from our past I couldn't just let go of. I was planning on giving you this sooner but your body was so hot from binding with Uroboros that I decided it was a better idea to wait. There is also something I couldn't risk Sergei taking after you told me how much it meant to you." He said pulling out a small old fruit-patterned suitcase that we had bought for our honeymoon tour of the Mediterranean.

"Wow! Now that old thing brings back some memories!" I chuckle my eyes brightening a bit at the sight of that.

He set it on the bed and unzipped the old case. The zipper broke off from the track likely due to the lack of use from over the years. Rust is prevalent on the zipper. He pulls out a box wrapped in a plastic bag. He removed the broken suitcase from my sight more than likely in the kitchen. When he walked back in he smiled and removed his sunglasses setting them on top of his book.

"Go ahead open up the package, my lotus." He said sitting next to me on the bed.

With a smile and a sigh, I ripped open the vacuum-sealed bag. Upon pulling out the box I noticed it had a familiar scent to it. It reminded me of our bedroom back in Raccoon City.

I opened the top and nearly cried when I pulled it away. It was our old sky blue and gold cotton comforter. William and Anette had bought it for us for our wedding. It was in just as good shape as the last day Albert and I had slept under it. I stuck my hands into the soft slightly scratchy only to find an even more scratchy material.

"What's this?" I ask slowly pulling out a neatly folded light yellow knitted square. At the moment I saw it, my heart nearly stopped. Yet another item I had thought Sergei destroyed. It was the baby blanket my great-aunt on my mother's side had knitted for me as a baby. I kept it with me even when I went to the Umbrella management training facility. Anette found the fact I kept a hold of it weird but Wesk never did.

"I still remember the day you told me about it, dearheart." He said removing the box and bag from the bed while pulling me and the blankets up to his chest, "The day that one girl tripped you down the stairs and you ended up breaking Marcus's favorite vase. He gave you the worst verbal lashing anyone there had seen. We were just friends at the time but I knew I had to do something."

Tears dripped down my eyes, "Yeah, I heard you told Marcus what had happened.  While I was let go from being sent on dish duty I still remember that bitch being there until she snuck into the leech lab." I said with a sigh bringing up the small knitted blanket to my face.

"I meant when I came to your dorm that night. You were sobbing and holding that blanket up to your lovely face much like you are doing right now. Do you remember what I said to you when you told me it was your baby blanket?" He asked stroking my hair and placing it behind my ear.

I had to think for a moment but slowly the memory haze cleared away and that moment became recognizable again, "How could I not? We shared our first kiss just after you had told me. You said 'Tabitha, it is okay to hold on to the past. We need the past to make a stronger better future. I don't think having a cherished item holds you back but rather it helps move you forward.'"

I looked up at Albert to see a nostalgic smile gracing his lips, "And that is when you planted a small kiss on my lips. It stunned me that you would be so bold as you were very much sheltered by your family."

"Yeah well, I have you still even after all the time apart, we fit together like gears in a clock," I whispered kissing the shell of his ear.

"Given the date, I do have something else for you my precious lotus," Albert said but I pressed my right index finger to his lips.

"And I have something for you as well my treasure but this is not the place. If you would please follow me." I said as my comms choker vibrated.

"Pheonix here," I answered.

"What is taking you so long? I had everything set up like thirty minutes ago and you know I don't like waiting," Gale said in a grumpy voice.

"I was just heading down with him now," I answered clicking off my comm, "Grab what you got me, and let's go."

Albert just shook his head and walked over to the secret panel closet. He grabbed a black large attache case that had two fairly durable locks on it. I smile walking over to my closet. I put on a flowy blue and white dress that covers my feet along with white flats.  I pulled out a snowflake necklace that I had stashed in my pack when I first got captured by Albert.

"Who's necklace is that my lotus?" He asked looking at me in the mirror.

"It was Alistar's. I sent her family this pendant in ninety- two when I was on the run from Umbrella with our second child. She was wearing it the day she died." I said hugging Wesk as he held the white sapphire snowflake in his hand.

"She would have reminded you of a snow-white lily, she was so pure and innocent. Even stained in blood she was as innocent as a turtle dove." I whisper as I head towards our private elevator.

"Wasn't that the name you had chosen for her if you had kept her?" He asked as he grabbed his trench coat from the coat rack in our kitchen.

I smiled and gently brushed the falling strands of hair out of his face, "I'm surprised you remember that."

"Of course, I would dearheart. She was our first after all." He called the elevator and we got on soon after. Albert brushed his hand against my own. He wasn't wearing his gloves for once. His face while stoic radiated an air of serene peace.

"Something caught your eye dearheart?" He smirked turning towards me.

I smiled, "Just you, my god."

He laughed as he pulled me close and kissed my neck, "You are so precious to me, my lotus. I never wish to lose you."

"Merry Christmas Albert," I whispered.

"Merry Christmas Tabitha." He said into my neck.

The elevator door opened and Jill was waiting for us. She was wearing a red sweater with a green overcoat and white leggings. She greeted us with a smile on her face. She wasn't acting I noticed.

"Come on you two. We were waiting for you." She giggled and took the weapon case from Wesker. She started to walk towards the library as Albert had a confused look on his face.

"We? Who did you gather? Excella is not here and most of the staff are B.O.Ws." Albert asked.

"Just some people that matter to us, well more me but you need to expand your horizons my treasure. Some social interaction would be good for you." I said as we arrived at the massive library.

Jill scanned my keycard and the sliding steel door opened revealing a small festive gathering. Gale sitting on a leather sofa next to an ornately decorated Christmas tree. Arjuna standing at the gift table. Steve and Nighthawk are drinking cider next to the fireplace. Irving was drunk and talking to a column.

Jill dropped the black attache case off at the table and then sat down next to Gale, kissing him on the cheek. A light blush grew on his face as he sipped at his vodka cranberry. Jill just chuckled taking a glass of French champagne.

I smiled up at Albert who looked stunned at the small gathering. He shook his head slightly and then looked down at me with the smallest smile I'd seen from him. Clearly trying to hide some emotion.

"However did you plan this without my knowledge dearheart? I'm awake nearly twenty-four-seven save for the times I rest next to you for a few hours. Even then you are normally by my side so how?" He purred in my ear.

"Simple, I did it the same way I'm planning our vow renewal. Alistar programmed White Queen to manage Pheonix Corps. in my absence. That included charity balls and galas as well as small parties for the facility. To do it without you noticing all I had to do was keep an eye on you, my love, and turn up the charm a bit.

Albert chuckled, "You would be an amazing field operative if I were to ever need one but I will tell you this I had planned on at least bringing out Archer for the holidays."

I burst out laughing happily, "That explains why he said that this co aligns with his plans. But at minimum, I'm twice the agent than Ms. Wong is."

"Indeed you are." He said pulling me close.

Albert and I kissed. He walked over to the black leather armchair and grabbed a bottle of Johnnie's blue label. He poured himself a glass on the rocks and relaxed on the chair.

Arjuna walked up and hugged me. He was in his Phoenix Corps. management attire. I was happy he was able to come normally I had the lodge running over Christmas but this year I wanted to give my employees time with their families.

"It's good to see you, Tabitha" Arjuna said with a smile his hair back to being a solid black.

"And it is great to see you, my dear. How are things at home?" I asked floofing his silky hair.

"Things are running smoothly. Billy has taken up more of a managerial role and is the one in charge while I am away. I also brought a batch of viral stabilizing pills and activators just in case you ran out of stock." He smiled and walked toward the grand piano in the center of the room.

I watched as Albert stood up as well and joined him.

"Do you know how to play Arjuna?" Albert asked as he sat down on the bench, his glass of high-quality scotch in hand.

"Yes, it just has been a while, sir," Arjuna said with a slight bow.

"No need for such formality with me, your mother is my wife, and while we haven't bonded in the little time we have had. I do care for you." Wesker said motioning for him to sit next to him.

"Thank you, but still I will address you as sir till I feel comfortable around you," Arjuna said sitting next to him.

"Understandable, now do you know how to play any Christmas music?" Albert asked and Arjuna reluctantly shook his head no.

"I only know a partial of Carol of the Bells. The only song I really know is Moonlight Sonata I learned it for Tabitha."  Juna said earning a chuckle from Wesker.

"Her favorite classical piece. Then take the lead," Wesker said taking a sip of his scotch.

Arjuna started to play and then Albert followed suit. The music of the grand piano danced through the air. The sound sends shivers down my spine. Two of my favorite men playing one of my favorite classical pieces. I couldn't help but smile not letting the negative thoughts of Umbrella ruin this lovely moment.

Jill and Gale kind of cringed at the memories this song brought up. Yet the memories of the mansion incident seemed so far away to me.

"Even after everything that's happened, I can't help but feel nostalgic when I hear this song." I sigh walking up behind my two lovely men.

When they finished playing I pulled them into a warm embrace, "You both were amazing."

"Thanks, ma I enjoyed myself." Arjuna smiled standing up from the piano.

"Tabitha dearheart, I do believe people are ready to exchange gifts," Albert said taking a sip of his scotch. I knew this was difficult for him. He had so many unresolved traumas from the holidays. I was working through them the last few years before the mansion incident. Namely in S.T.A.R.S. but those are memories for another time.

"I'll help pass out the presents then," I said as Jill and Steve walked up to help me.

"Let me do the heavy lifting! Steve said quickly taking the heavy boxes.

"Whoa! OK! Seesh! CALM down, Steve." Me and Jill laughed as I grabbed Albert's presents from the table where they were stashed.

The sorting went swiftly and easily. Not to my surprise Jill and I had the most gifts. She had about two more than me, I would say.

"Alrighty, ladies first," Irving laughed and I rolled my eyes smiling as Jill opened a blue and silver box.

"I wonder who this is from... T." She jeered with a smirk.

I simply stuck out my tongue and Albert rolled his eyes sipping his drink. I doubted he'd get drunk but it was nice for there to be similarities to the past.

Jill smiled as she pulled out a lockpick set that had blue grips and a star on the end of the handle.

"These are nice T. Thank you." Jill smiled setting the case down.

"Now it's your turn boss lady," Gale said his hair slicked back, "the black and red box is from me open it."

"Alright, thanks, Gale." I smiled opening the box, and a gentle smile graced my lips, "These are nice, Gale. Are they corrective?"

"Same prescription and same color just stronger and less likely to fall off your face when in combat," Gale said kissing Jill on the cheek.

I pulled out the black pair of shades with purple lenses. There was an etching of a silver phoenix on the arms. I slide them on and the bright lights dim. The subtle headache that was growing quickly faded.

Quickly we went through the gifts. There was a wide variety of objects were given. From Wesker receiving a watch from Nighthawk and Arjuna. Arjuna finally told us that they were together and had just celebrated their six-month anniversary. I felt proud they had the confidence to tell us.

Irving got a couple of nice dress shirts and a decent-sized leather briefcase. Steve was hard to shop for but was still a kid so I got him a new deck of cards and a guitar similar to Chris's old acoustic one. Gale and Jill exchanged the most gifts with each other. They were mostly small bits and bobs but they had one gift each that they had put work into. Jill got Gale a necklace that matched hers.

"Something is written on it," Gale asked looking at the back of the pendant, "My sniper."

"Something to remind you of me when we are apart," Jill said smiling.

"We had the same idea then, " Gale said as Jill opened her black and red box.

Jill pulled out a leather bracelet that had a gold plate on the front with a lock pick etched into it, "I'm giving you the key to my heart Jill, like I should have when we were in S.T.A.R.S."  Gale smiled.

They hugged and gently kissed each other. When they did, I snuggled into Wesker's chest on the leather couch. I handed Albert a manilla envelope. He looked confused as he sat up and opened it. He pulled out pictures of a young man who was sixteen at this time. He had red-brown hair similar to Claire's and Albert's stormy blue eyes.

"I don't understand dearheart. Who is this young man?" Albert asked stroking my hair gently.

"One of my old contacts, the man who trained me. Hunk was his codename. I had him do some searching as a favor. The name of the lady who I left our son with was Reina Mueller. She was a dear friend of mine. That young man is her only child, the one she adopted in ninety-two. That young man is currently being trained as a Merc. He is being trained by the Grim Reaper himself. That young man's name is Jake Mueller." I said taking a glass of sparkling pear cider from a nearby table, "That's our son, Albert. I know we have that mission in Europe coming up. After we had completed it, I found some lodging. I booked it with Pheonix Corps. Resources and we are attending his mother's funeral. She died of a rare form of lymphoma. We are going to meet Jake."

"You have been quite busy dear lotus. I'm afraid my gift pales in comparison." Albert said unlocking the weapon case in front of me.

"I doubt that my love.  You know I'd cherish anything you'd give me. " I kiss Albert's cheek in a gentle manner

"I know dearheart. I just like making you say that." Albert smirked pulling out a fifty-cal-looking rifle decorated in black snake scale. The scope could switch between thermal, night vision, and regular sights, "I call this rifle scorpion. It can be charged by your electrical prowess. It is semi-automatic and fully modded for maximum damage. It's also lightweight and compact with minimum recoil. It's an anti-B.O.W. gun."

"I love it Wesk. I was always a lock-on kind of gal, not a spread-spray-and-pray kind." I joked around but it was a seriously nice sniper rifle, "Looks like I may be retiring my bow here soon."

"Alright I do believe that is all the presents let's start to pack it in and..." Arjuna started to say when Steve walked up and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Not quite arjuna I still have one gift left and it's for Wesker and Tabitha." He smiled.

"Well, what is it, Steve?" I asked curiously very much confused.

There were no more boxes or envelopes.  So what gift did he have for us? I glanced up at Albert. He wore his usual stoic expression but there was curiosity in his eyes.

Steve pulled out his laptop and went into the medical records portion of the U.M.F.014. White Queen appeared on his screen and smiled.

"Greetings Dr. Burnside, would you like to continue where we were last viewing?" She asked.

"Yes, I would White Queen and blow the image to full-screen," Steve said handing me and Albert the laptop as an image of an ultrasound was pulled up.

"I ran your blood work when you came in to see if you and Uroboros were properly bonded. while that came out with resounding positivity another thing came up. By the time I returned to my office, you were asleep pretty heavily on the medical bed. So I had to check the results and this is what I found." Steve said as tears started to well up in my eyes.

There were three small shapes hugging the walls of my womb. How far along was I? Albert held me close I felt his smile in my hair. We were pregnant and we were going to have triplets. This explained the bouts of nausea I had been having and the extreme exhaustion.

"From my knowledge based on the blood tests and the ultrasound, you are about six to seven weeks along. It seems you have succeeded in your side project." Steve smiled closing the laptop.

"Well, I'll be damned! Congratulations you two. Looks like I get to be a cool uncle after all." Gale laughed kissing Jill.

I started laughing as well pressing my cheek into Albert's chest. Parents, we would be parents.  Tears streamed down my face.

"Tabitha my dear lotus, this is the best Christmas I have had, and something tells me the next ones will just be even better," Albert said kissing me.

"Merry Christmas everyone!" I shouted out and smiled brightly.

This has been one hell of a year.

Hey everyone slifarianhawk here and Merry Christmas to all. Spend time with your loved ones and enjoy them. I'll be on a brief holiday till the new year so I can spend some much-needed time with my partners (I'm in a trouple ^^) and I love all of ya'll. My name is Silfarianhawk and I'm not so far away.

[doopcafe]

+ I don't quite remember, but a weekend or two ago I went into the city with two goals: (1) buy black tea and (2) smell the ocean

+ Above, morning snack from the convenient store; the package comes with a little sticker thing that you can use to seal the bag if you don't finish it all

+ I'm unsure if this is bonsai or something else, because the base part is the root of the plant that's been manipulated into looking like that, but this person had several of their works outside their house

+ Bricks are not so common in Japan, so it's neat seeing them; I'm a big fan of bricks

+ Street view; oh, I bought some tea by this point, so now I'm walking towards the ocean (technically Tokyo Bay)

+ Literal street view

+ Canal... Does not smell like the ocean

+ This was lunch; it was really good; you mix the raw egg on the right into the broth that it comes in, then eat it along with the rice (top left bowl) and the raw fish (top right); the other things in the middle are sides

+ Afterwards I made at least three kids jealous in the heat by eating this popsicle in front of them; I'm doing important work over here in Japan

+ Bigger canal, still none of that "ocean smell" I'm looking for though...

+ This is the Rainbow Bridge, which takes you across the bay to one of the man-made islands

+ It's not a very pleasant walk; it's essentially a highway so it's loud

+ The view is neat, but you're too far up to smell the ocean

+ No ocean smell here, but it's Tokyo Bay looking towards the city

+ Made it to Odaiba, a theme park island with a beach

+ It finally smells like ocean: D'arr! Smells like 'da sea!

+ Now I can go home

+ Oh, but to save like, 100 yen, I did a long walking transfer and cut through this new-ish area of restaurants and bars beneath the rail tracks nearby Tokyo Station... Seems like a fun place for dinner

[shazwan-iman]

Unveiling the Logistics of Tea Packaging

The Hidden Journey: Unveiling the Logistics of Tea Packaging

From the verdant fields where tea leaves are meticulously plucked to the shelves of your local store, tea undergoes a fascinating journey. And within this voyage, one crucial step often goes unnoticed – the logistics of tea packaging. More than just slapping a label on a box, efficient tea packaging ensures the delicate leaves reach you fresh, flavorful, and ready to be enjoyed. Let's delve into the intricate world of tea packaging logistics, exploring the planning, processes, and considerations that bring this essential beverage to your cup.

From Leaf to Label: The Planning Stage

Before a single tea bag is filled, meticulous planning sets the stage for efficient packaging logistics. Here's what goes on behind the scenes:

Understanding Market Demands: Accurate forecasts of anticipated sales volume and consumer preferences for loose leaf tea versus bagged tea are crucial for determining packaging needs.

Material Selection: The type of tea, desired level of protection, and sustainability goals influence the selection of packaging materials. Tins offer excellent protection for delicate teas but might not be the most eco-friendly option. Conversely, compostable pouches are ideal for sustainability but might not be suitable for long-term storage.

Inventory Management: Maintaining a balanced inventory of packaging materials based on production schedules and anticipated demand is essential to avoid stockouts or overstocking.

Production Planning: Production schedules are meticulously planned to ensure packaging materials are readily available during the processing and packaging stages.

Effective planning lays the groundwork for smooth and efficient packaging logistics, ensuring the right materials are available at the right time to meet production demands.

The Art of Filling: From Bulk to Individual Servings

Once the tea leaves have undergone processing and any necessary blending, the magic of filling takes place:

Bulk Packaging: For large quantities of tea destined for wholesalers or further processing, bulk packaging in airtight containers like drums or sealed bags ensures secure transportation and storage.

Loose Leaf Packaging: For loose leaf tea sold directly to consumers, specialized filling machines ensure accurate and consistent measurements. These machines often incorporate weigh scales and automated filling mechanisms to minimize human error and maintain quality control.

Bagged Tea Packaging: For bagged tea, high-speed filling machines work tirelessly. These machines feed filter paper or mesh bags with pre-measured tea portions, seal them securely, and attach the all-important string and tag.

The filling process plays a vital role in ensuring consistent quality and maintaining the proper weight of tea in each package. Modern filling technologies not only increase efficiency but also contribute to maintaining product integrity.

Sealing the Deal: Securing Freshness and Protection

After the tea is meticulously filled, sealing becomes paramount:

Heat Sealing: For bagged tea and some pouch packaging, heat sealing utilizes heat to create a secure and airtight bond, protecting the tea from external elements like moisture and air.

Lids and Closures: Tins and some boxes rely on secure lids and closures to ensure a tight seal, preventing contamination and preserving freshness.

Leakproof Measures: During transportation and storage, packaging needs to withstand potential bumps or jostles. Leakproof seals are essential to prevent spillage or damage to the tea.

Proper sealing ensures the tea remains fresh and protected throughout its journey from production to your cupboard.

The Journey Continues: Storage, Distribution, and Beyond

Once packaged, the tea's journey continues:

Storage: Tea is typically stored in a cool, dry, and dark environment to maintain optimal freshness. Warehousing facilities play a crucial role in ensuring proper storage conditions.

Distribution: Depending on the destination, tea can be transported by land, sea, or air. Temperature-controlled containers may be necessary for delicate teas to prevent spoilage during transportation.

Retail Packaging: For retail sales, additional packaging elements like outer boxes or display cases might be used to enhance shelf presence and brand visibility.

The logistics extend beyond the packaging itself, encompassing storage, distribution, and even the final presentation on store shelves.

Unveiling the Mysteries: FAQs on Tea Packaging Logistics

1. How does the type of tea impact packaging logistics?

Delicate teas like white tea or high-grade oolong require packaging materials with superior light and moisture resistance, such as tins or foil pouches. Everyday black teas or herbal blends might be more suited for flexible pouches with good resealable closures.

2. What are some considerations for sustainable tea packaging logistics?

Sustainable sourcing of packaging materials like using recycled paper or biodegradable films is becoming increasingly important. Additionally, minimizing unnecessary packaging materials and ensuring packaging is easily recyclable or compostable contributes to a more eco-friendly supply chain.

3. How does technology play a role in tea packaging logistics (continued)?

Modern filling machines and automated systems improve efficiency and accuracy while minimizing human error. Additionally, inventory management software helps maintain optimal stock levels for packaging materials. Furthermore, tracking systems can monitor the location and condition of tea shipments throughout the supply chain, ensuring proper storage temperatures and timely delivery.

4. What are some of the challenges faced in tea packaging logistics?

Maintaining Freshness: Preserving the delicate aroma and flavor of tea throughout the packaging process and transportation remains a key challenge. Utilizing high-quality materials and proper storage conditions are crucial.

Balancing Cost and Sustainability: Sustainable packaging materials often come at a higher cost than traditional options. Finding a balance between affordability and environmental responsibility is an ongoing consideration.

Managing Inventory: Accurately forecasting demand and maintaining optimal inventory levels of packaging materials can be tricky. Overstocking leads to storage costs and potential material obsolescence, while understocking can lead to production delays.

5. What innovations are shaping the future of tea packaging logistics?

Smart Packaging: The integration of sensors and RFID tags in packaging could provide real-time information on temperature and humidity during transportation, allowing for better monitoring and control of tea quality.

Sustainable Materials: Research and development in biodegradable and compostable materials with superior barrier properties offer promising alternatives for more eco-friendly packaging solutions.

Automation: Automation in warehousing and distribution can further improve efficiency and minimize the risk of damage during storage and transportation.

In conclusion, the world of tea packaging logistics is a complex yet fascinating ecosystem. From meticulous planning to innovative technologies, every step ensures the tea reaches you in the best possible condition. By understanding these intricate aspects, we appreciate the journey behind this cherished beverage and the tireless efforts involved in bringing it to your cup. As the tea industry continues to evolve, so too will the logistics of packaging. Sustainable materials, automation, and real-time monitoring hold the promise of a future where tea reaches consumers even fresher, while minimizing environmental impact. So, the next time you raise a cup of tea, take a moment to acknowledge the silent heroes of the journey – the logistics of tea packaging.

[payperindia]

What is Bagging Machine? - Payper India

A bagging machine is a type of industrial equipment used to automate the process of filling and sealing bags with various products. These machines are widely used in different industries, such as food, pharmaceuticals, chemicals, and agriculture, to efficiently package goods ranging from powders and granules to liquids and solids.

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Key Functions of Bagging Machines:

Filling: The machine accurately dispenses a pre-set amount of product into each bag. This can be achieved through various mechanisms, such as volumetric fillers, auger fillers, or weigh scales, depending on the nature of the product being packaged. Click here for Ref : www.payperindia.com

Sealing: After the bag is filled, the machine seals it to ensure the product is contained and protected. Sealing methods can include heat sealing, ultrasonic sealing, or using adhesive tapes, depending on the bag material and the product requirements. Click here for Ref : www.payperindia.com

Cutting/Trimming: Some bagging machines also trim excess material from the sealed bags to ensure a neat and uniform appearance. Click here for Ref : www.payperindia.com

Types of Bagging Machines:

Valve Bagging Machines: Designed for heavy-duty products such as cement, sand, or chemicals, these machines fill bags through a valve and then seal the valve to prevent leakage. Click here for Ref : www.payperindia.com

Open-Mouth Bagging Machines: Used for bulk products like grains, animal feed, or fertilizers, these machines fill pre-made bags that are manually or automatically positioned under the filling spout. Click here for Ref : www.payperindia.com

FIBC- Jumbo Bagging Machine: A jumbo bagging machine, or bulk bag filling machine, is designed to fill large bags (500–2000 kg) with bulk materials.

Why Payper ?

Payper India develops and manufactures bagging machines for all types of bulk solids such as powders or granulates. Other important product lines are palletizers and complete lines.

Our customers come from many different sectors, e.g., Chemical Industry, Agro-food Industry, Mining Industry and Building Industry. Payper India offers a comprehensive solution for each sector.

No need or demand is too small neither too big for us. We supply bagging machines for smaller industries with low volume requirements. We also provide complete turnkey projects for customers with high demands as to capacity and speed.

What matters to us is that our customer is comfortable and satisfied with the solution we have developed for them

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[chefilona]

CHEF ILONA: Make ahead Ham & Cheese Breakfast Bundles

For most of us breakfast can be one of the most challenging meals during the week. Those two snoozes can mean the difference between having a meal and leaving home with a grumbling tummy.

Challenge yourself to do some meal prep for breakfast & save yourself some time and money that you would have to use up hitting the drive-thru.

My Make Ahead Ham and Cheese Breakfast Bundles are hunger busting and BURSTING with flavour!

The wrapping for these breakfast bundles is phyllo.

Phyllo, also known as filo or fillo, is a type of very thin pastry dough used in various cuisines, particularly in Greek, Middle Eastern, and Balkan cooking. These sheets are layered together, often with butter or oil brushed between them, to create a flaky, crisp texture when baked.

Phyllo is commonly used in dishes like baklava (a sweet dessert with nuts and syrup) and spanakopita (a savory spinach and feta pie). The dough is delicate and requires careful handling, as it dries out quickly once exposed to air.

Let's break down what we are striving to make in simpler terms:

We are looking to make a breakfast burrito using phyllo dough instead of tortillas and filling them with eggs, ham and cheese that is bound together with some cream cheese.

Make Ahead Ham & Cheese Breakfast Bundles

Makes 6, but I recommend at least doubling this recipe for maximum benefits

1 package cream cheese, softened

1 cup whipping cream

1/3 cup shredded Cheddar cheese

2 tablespoons grated Parmesan cheese

1/4 teaspoon salt

2 Tablespoons butter

5 large eggs, lightly beaten

1 package deli-style Black Forest ham, chopped

6 sheets phyllo dough (14x9-inch size)

1/2 cup butter, melted

1/4 cup dry breadcrumbs

Topping

Brush with butter and sprinkle with additional cheese and/or sesame seeds if desired.

Directions

1. In a bowl stir cream cheese and parmesan cheese until well-combined. Stir in cheeses, ham, and salt.

2. In a large nonstick skillet, melt remaining 1 tablespoon butter over medium heat. Add eggs to pan; cook and stir until almost set. Stir in ham and the cheese sauce, heat through. Remove from heat.

3. Preheat oven to 375°. Place 1 sheet of phyllo dough on a work surface. (Keep remaining phyllo covered with a damp towel to prevent it from drying out.) Brush with melted butter; sprinkle with 2 teaspoons breadcrumbs. Fold phyllo in half lengthwise; brush again with butter. Spoon 1/2 cup filling onto phyllo about 2 in. from a short side. Fold side and edges over filling and roll up. Brush with butter. Repeat with remaining phyllo, butter, breadcrumbs, and filling.

4. Place on a greased baking sheet; brush with butter and sprinkle with cheese and sesame seeds as desired. Bake 10-15 minutes or until golden brown.

5. Pop into a zipper seal bag. Reheat the breakfast bundle in an air fryer at 350 F for about 8-10 minutes, or reheat using a microwave until heated through.

[chaos-cousins]

Pelliper mail: a cardboard shoebox wrapped up in tape. Inside is the following:

-three types of non-drowsy painkillers, bottles sealed and unopened

-a soft plush blanket, slightly oversized

-a few days worth of campfire rations, designed to be heated up without the use of modern technology

-a small spice rack, unopened

-a bag of alolan coffee beans

-a carefully packaged box of macarons

-a set of colored pencils

-a plain sketchbook

-a pencil sharpener

-a small note signed with a doodle of a skitty. “Figured you could use some comfort items and food to take it easy for a little while. Take care of yourself, okay?”

Thank you.

I don't think I've had macarons in a while.

Akari's having fun with the sketchbook and colored pencils.

[exterminatepestcontrol]

Booklice - Understanding & Treatment

Booklice, despite their name, are not actually lice. These tiny, wingless insects are more closely related to psocids and are often found in damp, humid environments, around the home including bathrooms, windows, bedrooms etc. While booklice do not pose any direct harm to humans, they can be a nuisance when they infest your books, papers, or stored food items. In this blog, we'll delve into the world of booklice, understand why they infest your belongings, and discuss effective methods to successfully treat and prevent infestations.

Understanding Booklice

Appearance: Booklice are extremely small, typically ranging from 1 to 2 millimeters in length. They have soft, pale bodies, resembling miniature termites. Despite their minute size, they are still visible to the naked eye.

Habitat: Booklice thrive in damp, humid conditions. They are often found in areas with high moisture levels, such as bathrooms, kitchens, basements, and libraries. However, they can also infest stored books, papers, and even dry food products like flour and grains.

Diet: Booklice feed on mold, fungi, algae, and microscopic organic matter. They are attracted to materials that support the growth of these microorganisms, such as damp paper, cardboard, and food items.

Identifying an Infestation

Signs of a booklice infestation include:

Presence of tiny, pale insects on infested materials.

Small holes or damage on paper and cardboard.

A musty or moldy odor in the infested area.

Damaged food packaging or small fecal pellets near food items.

Successfully Treating a Booklice Infestation

Remove Affected Materials: Begin by identifying and removing any infested materials. This may include books, papers, or food products. If the items are valuable or essential, consider taking steps to salvage them.

Reduce Humidity: Booklice thrive in humid conditions, so it's essential to reduce moisture levels in the affected area. Use dehumidifiers or fans to lower humidity, and fix any leaks or sources of moisture.

Clean Thoroughly: Vacuum the infested area, including cracks and crevices where booklice may hide. Dispose of the vacuum bag or clean the vacuum thoroughly to prevent reinfestation.

Freeze or Heat Treatment: For valuable books and papers, you can try freezing or heating them to kill booklice and their eggs. Place the items in a sealed bag and freeze them for a few days or heat them in an oven set at a low temperature (120°F or 50°C) for several hours.

Chemical Treatments: If the infestation is severe or persistent, you may need to use chemical treatments. Insecticides labeled for use against booklice can be applied to cracks, crevices, and infested areas. Always follow the instructions carefully and ensure proper ventilation when using chemicals.

Preventing Future Infestations

Once you've successfully treated a booklice infestation, take steps to prevent its recurrence:

Store Items Properly: Keep books, papers, and food products in dry, well-ventilated areas. Use airtight containers for stored food items.

Maintain a Dry Environment: Regularly inspect and maintain areas susceptible to moisture, like basements, bathrooms, and kitchens. Fix leaks promptly and use dehumidifiers as needed.

Ventilation: Ensure proper ventilation in storage areas and consider using fans to circulate air.

Regular Cleaning: Regularly clean and dust bookshelves, closets, and storage spaces to remove potential food sources for booklice.

Conclusion

Dealing with a booklice infestation can be frustrating, but with patience and the right strategies, you can successfully treat and prevent these pests. By understanding their habits and maintaining a dry environment, you can protect your belongings and keep booklice at bay.