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"Use me like a drug!"

Drug Dealer! Seonghwa x f!reader

Highly requested part 2 of:

Drug Dealer! Seonghwa: "She's a regular here..."

Part 3 is out!!

Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the love on my first part of Drug Dealer! Seonghwa <33 Special shoutout to @ygswl for letting me use her ideas for my writing~ I hope you enjoy this continuation as much as the original!

Ps. Sorry if its not as intense as you hope it would be 😭 I'm the most romantic aroace person u will ever meet, I like NEED to include romantic stuff

CW: mentions of drug dealing/mafia/illegal businesses, drug dealer! Seonghwa, yunho cameo, seonghwa and reader are dating, fluff,!!SMUT!!, unprotected sex (pls stay safe yall), consensual somnophilia/free use, seonghwa cries cuz pussy too good 🙏

Seonghwa hung up the phone, his face a mix of irritation and anxiety. He started pacing the length of his office's shabby rug. MATZ had recently been losing customers, courtesy of the new company, PARADIGM, that entered the industry less than a month ago. He had just gotten off a call with Yunho, his supplier and good friend who had intel on them. PARADIGM was apparently backed up by the son of a rich mafia leader in the city. This meant that they had higher budget, higher manpower, and higher quality goods. And they were quickly stealing MATZ's spotlight in the local drug-dealing scene. Of course, Seonghwa was willing to resort to dirty tactics to get back his customers. But even if he was able to find a group of hitmen to raid and temporarily disrupt their business, MATZ would face even worse collateral damage in the process. After all, MATZ was still a way smaller operation compared to PARADIGM. This news was nothing but trouble for Seonghwa and Hongjoong's business and livelihood, and he knew it.

He continued pacing the room, swearing out loud when he accidentally stubbed his toe against the coffee table's leg. However, he quickly cut himself off when he remembered you were resting on the couch. Tiptoeing over to the slightly-battered, leather sofa in the middle of his office, Seonghwa caught a glimpse of you sleeping peacefully under one of his coats. His tense expression softened slightly. Ever since he had fucked you in one of his new faux fur coats, you'd started stealing his jackets and coats, often using them as makeshift blankets whenever you visited or felt lonely when he wasn't around.

He sighed as he thought about how you had came over on your free day to spend time with him, but had ended up falling asleep when he was taking too long to answer customers' calls and order cancellations. It was a tough, busy period for MATZ, yet you would patiently wait for Seonghwa to make time for you, wasting yours in the process.

"I need to lie down..." He mumbled to himself, as he made his way over to where you were snoring lightly on the couch. Perhaps cuddling up to his beloved girlfriend for a nap would help to temporarily ease the building migraine work was giving him. He stepped over your discarded clothes on the floor, taking note of how the jean shorts and flimsy t-shirt were probably uncomfortable for you to sleep in. Running one hand through his messy locks, Seonghwa unbuttoned his collar with the other to give himself a little breathing room, before carefully getting under his coat to spoon you.

However, despite the presence of your comforting scent and warmth, he still couldn't get the possibility of losing his beloved business out of his head. He knew that it was understandable to be concerned, but he was struggling just to find something else to think about, even if it was only momentary. Suddenly, he winced at the feeling of something pushing against his groin.

Looking down, he realised you were unknowingly pushing your soft ass against him. Your skimpy silk sleep shorts left little to imagination, and Seonghwa could already feel himself getting hard. He groaned under his breath. Out of all times he had to be horny for his girlfriend, why'd it have to be when you were asleep? The last thing he'd want to do would be disrupting your rest when you were exhausted from a long week of classes.

This, however, brought him back to a text conversation you had with him just a few days earlier. You'd noticed how Seonghwa had been very stressed lately, and had brought up the concept of free use to him. Essentially, you gave him your permission to let him use you for stress relief, even if you were asleep. Seonghwa's heart ricocheted in his chest thinking about it, internally thanking the gods for sending an angel to him.

He carefully tugged down your silk shorts, chuckling at how you shuddered when his cold palms came in contact with your dewy skin. He was taken aback at the wet spot on your lilac panties. Were you expecting this? His face heated up at the thought of you being all ready for him to use at any moment. As if you weren't already the perfect girlfriend for him. Hurriedly, he tugged aside your panties and fumbled to pull down his own pants.

Seonghwa bit his lip, holding back a whimper as he sank his hard cock into you. His neck arched back, stretching out the letters tattooed across his long neck. He buried his face into your exposed shoulder, inhaling your scent as he effectively caged your frame into his larger one. His breath hitched when you whined and shifted in your sleep, but he exhaled a sigh of relief when you fell back into deep sleep with a satisfied look on your features.

Slowly, Seonghwa began thrusting in and out of you, setting a slow but comfortable rhythm for himself. He swallowed his moans as he leaned in to lick and suck at the skin under your jawline, leaving behind faint purple marks that would surely show later on. Even in your state of unconsciousness, your body reacted to Seonghwa's movements, clenching on him every now and then and letting out quiet moans. "S-shit, you're so good to me, sweetheart... my y/n," he mumbled more to himself than to you. "Even... even when you're tired and sleepy, you still help me out... I love you so m-much." The stress from work started to melt away, the migraine disappearing along with it. Your warmth and closeness was so overwhelmingly relieving that your boyfriend even started tearing up. His restrained moans turned to desperate whimpers and hiccups. He reflexively slid an arm around your soft waist, pulling you impossibly close to him and allowing his cockhead to hit an even deeper spot in you. This startled you awake with a loud moan.

You blinked sleepily at your surroundings, aware that Seonghwa was balls deep in you at the moment. He was too deep in pleasure to notice you'd woken up, though. You sucked in a breath when he hit that deep, new spot in your cunt again, tilting your head to leave a kiss on his tussled black hair, when you felt hot liquid dripping down your bare shoulders and sliding down your collarbone.

"Hwa? Baby?"

Seonghwa jumped a little, suddenly made aware that you'd woken up. He hesitantly lifted his head from your shoulder to make eye contact with you. Puffy, teary doe eyes stared back into your own.

"..hwa? Are you crying?"

"Oh...uhm, fuck, yeah, I'm so sorry, sweetheart--"

He started pulling away from you, embarrassed to be caught crying while literally fucking himself into you. But you grabbed his hand and looped it back around your waist, earning a befuddled look from your panting lover. You offered a smile. "Stressed?"

He gave a sheepish smile and nodded, lips trembling and eyes still shiny from crying. You gave him a kiss on the corner of his lips.

"So use me. Use me like a drug."

Seonghwa's eyes widened.

♡♡♡

Shortly after the two of you had finished, it was Seonghwa's turn to fall asleep. You quietly watched his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. The tears on his face that hadn't dried yet were gently wiped away by a tissue clutched in your fingers. How could he be so effortlessly beautiful? Your attention was quickly drawn away by Seonghwa's phone vibrating on the coffee table. Anxious that the noise might wake your knocked out boyfriend, you reached over to pick up the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Seonghwa? It's Yunho."

You let out a sigh of relief. You knew Yunho. He was a good friend of Seonghwa's and was also MATZ's supplier.

"Hey Yunho! This is y/n. Seonghwa's sleeping right now, and I don't wanna wake him up. What is it?"

"Oh my god y/n! Its been awhile since we talked. Seonghwa's resting? Thank god, honestly. Poor guy's been so stressed out lately, with that new company stealing all the customers. Did he happen to tell you about PARADIGM?"

"No, but they sound like trouble. Why'd you call him?"

"Fuck, yeah, I called because I got good news! There's another gang in the drug industry that's rivalling with PARADIGM. They're even planning to raid PARADIGM's hide-out within the next month. Both groups are around the same size and have similar backgrounds. High chance they'll wipe each other out when they eventually fight. I wanted to tell Seonghwa that he doesn't have to worry about losing MATZ anymore."

"Thank you so much, Yunho. I'll make sure to tell him the good news."

You hung up the call, bubbly with excitement and happiness. Seonghwa stirred in his sleep just as you hung up with Yunho. He rubbed at his eyes, mumbling a sleepy "who was that?". You leaned down to peck his lips, running your hand through his bedhair at the same time. "Go back to sleep first, baby. Rest and I'll tell you later." Seonghwa gave you a grateful grin and nodded before letting his head hit the couch pillow once more.

[accala]

I love how simplistic the clothing is in Advent Children compared to those in Rebirth. I know it's not what they intended (Rebirth is a fairly new game and AC Movie was back in the 2000's). But I like to think that characters had to improvise with their clothes because Shinra, who was the major supplier for everything, was gone after Meteorfall. Plus with Midgar down and in the middle of a wasteland, they had to scramble for resources, so any fabric had to be salvaged.

Here's some side-to-side references of Remake/Rebirth (RR) Clothing vs. Advent Children (AC) Clothing:

[Rufus Shinra]

The buttons. The details. The extra fabric. The belts. And then look how more simple AC is. Sure he has a coat on top of three shirts, but his RR suit looks so extra and customized to fit him whilst his AC suit looks like something he scrounged up in his remaining closet. He lost all of his extra belts. His undershirts look like they’re made out of cheap cotton too. His coat in particular looks short on the sleeves and too loose on his form.

[Turks: Rude, Reno, Tseng, & Elena]

(Top right photo from Advent Children)

Classic expensive suits for RR. Simple suits for AC. Look at those clean looks and small suit details for RR (ex. Rude has a patterned tie and Elena’s collar has a small button/pin on her collar). The difference is apparent with Reno, who has a fancy undershirt in Remake vs his simple cotton undershirt in AC. And if you zoom in on the AC photo, the coats have zippers!!! The AC coats also look loose compared to their form fitting coats in RR.

[Cloud Strife]

AC!Cloud has more fabric than in RR. But AC lacks the details that RR has. For example, RR has leather gloves with metal encased on the wrist and fingers. His shoulder pad looks forged with giant metal screws as well. But AC mostly has leather and little to no metal except for its strap buckles and wolf insignia (And it's likely that Cloud made those wolf symbols himself). Although, he does have major upgrades (read: his sword and motorcycle; both things he probably made himself/with help from scrap materials).

(Extra note: This is a common theme on other characters where they replace their utility pockets and metal armor with leather/denim. It makes sense for their equipment to be replaced due to wear and tear. Lack of metal armor could be due to lack of weapon/armor production. Plus Leather pauldrons/gauntlets are faster to make.)

[Tifa Lockhart]

Her outfit in AC looks more casual than in RR (ex. She got rid of her compression armbands; She switched out her red combat boots for look-alike converse sneaker boots; and put her utility pockets in front of her skirt/shorts combo). Notice how she doesn’t have gloves nor Materia slots in the movie (Although it’s weird that she DOES have gloves in other games/promos).

[Barret Wallace]

In AC, he has a sleeveless puffer jacket and a fishnet shirt. He also lost his leather utility pockets (for ammo possibly) from RR. And it’s probably because he doesn’t need it, now that he has a new advanced weapon (it can transform from a metal arm into a high tech machine gun and vice versa). As an oil baron, he probably has more access to materials and utilities compared to other characters, that’s why Barret’s clothes don’t look so simple/improvised.

[Marlene Wallace]

Obviously Marlene would have a different look when she got older. But look at her cute frilly pink dress vs. her white sleeveless collared shirt and floral patterned skirt (notice how her outfit looks like a mix of Cloud and Aerith’s outfits). The stitching for her AC outfit is way more simple. Also I’d like to think Barret gave her that floral patterned fabric for her skirt since it would have been difficult to get ahold of.

[Yuffie Kisaragi]

Zippers galore. Her outfit is changed to black with a floral patterned shirt with a denim ensemble (I think her outfit is a little extra because she's a WRO member). Her shuriken’s the same but her metal and leather armor are gone and replaced with a wristband and a black cloth that covers her forearm. She still has her utility pockets though but it’s in denim (I wonder, did she break her old armor?).

(Edit: She also has these green converse knee high boots?? Again, as a WRO member, she probs got them outside of Midgar)

[Vincent Valentine]

Nothing changed that much. He kept his coat. His AC leather straps and gauntlet are less detailed than the Rebirth one. The metal buckles look different in shape too. I think he changed those in AC. Makes sense if there were wear and tear during the years (I wonder how he does his laundry though lmao).

[Cid Highwind]

Cid changed to a cotton blue shirt. He doesn’t have his pilot scarf anymore nor his flight jacket. Instead, he has a brown bomber jacket tied around his waist with a dog tag around his neck. As much as I think his clothes are due to scarce resources, I also don’t think he cares that much regarding fashion.

[Reeve Tuesti]

The shoulder pads. The silver and yellow accents. The foot length blue coat. It's a major improvement on Reeve's outfit compared to his old businessman suit. As the WRO leader, he gets access to making his outfit a little fancy (more chances to trade with other towns/cities outside of Midgar). Although I do think someone made that coat for him, and he wanted to reject it because he considered it too much. But accepted either way 'cause it would be a waste.

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Companion piece to:

A Losing Battle - Omar comes home distraught in the aftermath of a human trafficking operation.

It’s past midnight and you’re standing on a street corner in a sketchy neighbourhood in the Bronx checking your burner phone for the third time in as many minutes.

No new messages.

You sigh as you lean against the lamp post, tucking it back into the pocket of your leather jacket. It’s been over an hour since your initial rendezvous and Omar still hasn’t made an appearance. You know how things go with UC operations, you’re on the criminals time not your own.

You’re about to leave when you see him cross the street towards you. He has a grey hood pulled up over his head, concealing him from the street cameras but you’d recognise that gait anywhere. You’ve always been attuned to Omar and his presence, ever since you worked that first case together. It had been a baptism of fire into your world, the one he’s currently immersed in.

“Light of my life.” He murmurs as he reaches you.

His hand cups your cheek, his mouth brushing over yours. There’s a desperation in his kiss, a fierceness that comes with being apart for over two months and counting.

“I’ve spent every single day missing you.” He whispers as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “And every single night dreaming of you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” You tell him, your fingertips chasing along his jaw. “The bed’s not the same without you in it.”

“I’ll be home soon.” He promises before kissing you again.

It’s only as you draw away that you hear his name being called. Not his real name, the one that rolls off your lips at the height of passion but his undercover name, the one you’ve both come to resent during your time apart.

Everything about him changes in that moment, his demeanour, his posture, his voice. He stops being Omar and becomes Amir Aziz, human trafficker.

“She one of your girls?” Joel O’Sullivan asks him, gesturing towards you and there’s a hunger in his eyes you’ve seen a thousand times before in men just like him.

He’s one of the targets on the list. He’s been brokering agreements between suppliers and consumers for decades now, taking a little piece for himself every time. Noone gives a shit if a girl or two goes missing every once in a while. They expect to lose a small percentage of product.

“No.” Omar tells him as he tucks his hands into his pockets and steps away from you. “Just someone I met in a bar.”

“If you like her…” Joel trails off and you both know what he’s suggesting.

… why not take her?

“Too many cameras,” Omar says, making a point of looking at the one above the nearby bar. “Plus, she has a couple of friends in there, the type that notice if she doesn’t come back after going for a smoke with a tall, handsome stranger.”

“Hm.”  Joel says before casting another glance at you. “Damn shame, right place, right time…”

You’d have been snatched up just like one of those girls he’s been selling. You see Omar’s fist clench, the skin tightening over his knuckles because Omar, he knows your history, what you suffered at the hands of another human trafficker.

“There'll be others.” Omar says as his palm clasps Joel’s shoulder, guiding him away from you.

You watch him go with a heavy heart, the man you love stepping right back into the lion’s den.

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All That's Left || FA¹⁴/LN⁴ || Chapter 5

You Are In Love (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

⏲ Soleil Morgenstern ⏲

The minute I had gotten away from Lando, I messaged Fernando. He asked for my address and told me he'd be there at midnight. I smiled and sent him my location before getting dressed. I decided on a strapless black dress with two high slits that had ruffled edges. I paired it with a pair of black high heels and a Silver chain necklace with a silver heart charm. I grabbed a black leather jacket just in case, I was acclimated to the Vegas air but even then it got cold around this time of year. Fernando texted me saying he was outside and I smiled, grabbing my purse and walking out my apartment, down the stairs.

When I reach the landing I walk out the apartment building and spot him leaning against a slick black Aston Martin. He has a bouquet of fake pink tulips in his arms and a cup of coffee in the other. He's wearing Black Jeans with a black t-shirt that says BOSS in small white letters, it reminds me of the one I stole from him last year. And on top a black leather Jacket with the Aston Martin Logo. He hands me the flowers and kisses my cheek with a sideways hug. "You look stunning, Angel" He whispers and I smile. He steps back and hands me the cup of coffee. "Just an extra something to keep you up. It's late" He says and I smile. He opens the door of the car letting me get in. Once I'm in he closes the door and strides to the driver's seat of the car. He smiles at me, closing his door. "Ready to go?" He asks. I nod before my phone rings. I give him a tight lipped smile and pull it out, Josh's name on the screen. I answer and say hello.

Josh's voice crackles through the line, a sense of panic coating it. "Hey, I promised not to bother you. But we've got a situation over here. Remember the supplier screwed up the last delivery, well I'm starting to panic about the stock tonight" Josh tells me and I sigh. I glance at Fernando, who's watching me with Mild curiosity, his finger drumming on the steering wheel lightly.

"What about the back up stock?"

"Normally we could use it, but we used it last month after that influencer's 21st. And what we have left is running out fast. It's busy tonight." He tells me and I curse myself for not making sure that was restocked.

"Okay, I'll make a plan. See you soon" I sigh before hanging up. I turn to Fernando apologetically.

"I need to stop past one of my bars on the way - work emergency" I explain. "Do you mind?" I ask softly.

Instead of being annoyed, like most people would, his lips turn into a soft smirk. Like he's not surprised, but instead amused. "It's no problem. Matter of fact we can catch up there, Over drinks? I'm curious to see you in action." He says with a mischievous smile. I narrow my eyes at him playfully.

"You just wanna relive the night we met" I joke. 

"Guilty as charged" He replies with a shrug, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Lead the way, Angel" He smiles. I input the address on his car's radio screen. Before Fernando pulls into the road as I take a sip of my coffee, dark and bitter, just how I liked it. He remembered that?

The lights from the streets reflect on the heart necklace laying on my chest. As we pull up outside the bar the bright lights make me smile. There's a line to get in and I watch as people pull their coats around them tighter. He pulls into the reserved parking spot and Immediately the bouncer walks up to the car, I open the window and he smiles at me. Walking back to the door. Fernando Whistles low as he opens his door. "Impressive" He says, jumping out, and closing the door behind him, I go to open my own door and he locks the car. I look at him through the windshield and he laughs. He unlocks the car and opens the door for me. He holds out his hand and I take it. We walk into the bar and I pat Kenneth, my bouncer, on the back as we walk in.

Inside, the atmosphere is buzzing. The music pulses through the floorboard, and I spot Josh immediately behind the bar, waving me over. I split through the crowd, my hand never leaving his, I look back once or twice making sure he's still close behind. I can feel his gaze on me as I move. Like he's not just watching me, but observing me.

"Problem?" I ask as I reach Josh.

He gives me a tight lipped smile. "We're out of Premium Gin, and are running Dangerously low on Tequila. I tried calling our suppliers, but none of them are able to make deliveries. Back up can't make it for another-" He looks at his watch. "Half an hour" He tells me.

I look and see it's only him and Jake, another bartender, behind the bar. "Where's Megan?" I ask.

"Didn't pitch" He tells me. I nod.

"Okay, start pushing vodka- based cocktails and Ciders, Beers if you have to as well. I'll handle the back-up supplier when the delivery comes in.

Josh exhales, clearly relieved. "Got it, Boss"

"Oh and Josh, you're doing good. Did the right thing calling" I tell him and he smiles. "Get back to work" I wink before turning back to Fernando. He's standing watching me with a smirk.

"Can I put you to work, Alonso?" I ask and he nods.

"Always"

I pull him under the bar and into the back, towards my office. "I could swear we had boxes of that Gin somewhere" I say more to myself, then to him. I walk into my office and switch on the light, the dark rock and roll themed room coming into view. I spot the boxes I was looking for and Walk towards them. I open them looking through them. "Yes!" I celebrate under my breath. I pass the box to Fernando, looking in the second one. Tequila. "Double yes" I say, picking it up.

I turn to Fernando and he's smiling at me. "Everything under control?"

"Always" I smile and nod for him to follow me.

"You really don't let anything affect you" He says with either Admiration or Amusement in his voice but I can't place it.

[captain-mj]

London Fog Latte

Y'all remember the Selkie coffeeshop au I promised??? First installment. I decided I'd rather get a short chapter out now than keep you guys waiting so here y'all go

Ghost let himself be dragged around by Jason into the coffee shop. It was named The Sealie Cafe. 

What a weird fucking pun. 

Ghost was an easy person. If it was up to him, he would’ve went to the same coffee shop he’s always went to and would continue going to that one until the day he died. However, it had changed… something. All of the tea and coffee, no matter what he got, tasted off. Not bad, off. Like they had changed suppliers or something. 

For some reason, changing cafes entirely was much easier for him than having to adjust to the horrible change. 

His friend, Jason, was talking to him, though it was a bit hard to make out his words. He spoke too fast and Ghost still felt really jet lagged. He had just come home for leave and this bastard had picked him up from the airport literally the night before. Before coming home, he had been in fucking Mexico and spent forever in a plane and he had woke him up at too fucking early o’clock to go to a coffee shop that would be open all day.

The inside of the coffee shop looked cozy. Rustic wood furniture, lots of windows to let in light, a menu that looked simplified but Ghost couldn’t put his thoughts together to read it. There was also a small display with little deserts and pastries and he considered eating for just a moment but nothing caught his fancy. 

“They have earl gray tea.” Jason decided to help him out, noticing the way Ghost’s eyes unfocused every time he looked at the board with everything on it.  

“Thanks.” He mumbled to Jason, not bothering to look at the menu any further. Ghost went to let Jason order for both of them before seeing the barista.

His nametag read Soap. Funny name. But that wasn’t where his focus was. 

Soap looked gorgeous. He had a mohawk and gold earrings, studs with a matching hoop. No rings, probably due to his job, but he had black painted nails. 

The gold was what got Ghost’s attention initially. They glittered gently as he moved, holding the light and almost glowing. 

But then he focused on him a little more. Soap had the most striking blue eyes. 

Ghost shoved Jason to the side. “One London Fog Latte and a White Mocha, please.” He caught Jason’s confusion before he put on a stupid smile. 

“Of course, what’s the name?” Soap had a scottish accent. It was thick and added some gravel to his voice. Standing this close, Ghost could also see their height difference a little better. Soap wasn’t a small man, but when put next to Ghost, he didn’t look very tall at all. He had to lean back and look up so they could make eye contact.

“Ghost.” 

“Just Ghost? That’s a funny name.” Soap teased him but wrote it on the cup. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but he was working food service, Ghost couldn’t blame him. “I’ll have that right out to you.”

He felt his face heat up at the teasing but luckily he was wearing his ski mask. Blushing like an idiot in front of the hot barista would be embarrassing. 

Jason tugged his sleeve and Ghost realized he needed to get out of line. 

Soap had a smile on his face, this one seeming just a tad bit more genuine like he knew Ghost had gotten distracted by him. 

Nevermind, this was already embarrassing. 

He let Jason tug him away to a table. 

“Knew you’d think he was hot.”

“And you didn’t warn me?? I would’ve tried to look nicer.” Ghost groaned and buried his face in his hands.

Jason took a moment to look at what Ghost was wearing. Dark jeans, white shirt, leather jacket, tons of rings and bracelets that glittered. Only skin showing was his hands and wrists. 

“Dude, you literally don’t have nicer clothes than this.”

“Get fucked.” Ghost scoffed at him. 

Jason laughed. “I mean I guess you could’ve taken off your mask.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Exactly! Not like you have to worry about having a bad hair day… do you even have hair under there?” Jason smiled at him, clearly teasing. 

“Yes. I have hair. I refuse to shave it.” Ghost glanced over to Soap again. Soap swayed just a little as he made the drinks. He was captivating.

“Dude, you’re staring again.” 

Ghost quickly looked back at Jason who was smiling. 

“Is he single?”

“I don’t know man. Ask him.” Jason patted him encouragingly. Ghost stared at him, thinking of nothing he wanted less than to do that. If Soap wasn’t single, he’d have to kill himself expeditiously. He didn’t want anyone to have that guilt on their hands. 

Soap actually brought their cups to the table, something that caught Ghost off guard since that wasn’t usually what baristas did. He smiled at Ghost immediately and set the cup in front of him. Jason’s drink just got set to the side. 

Ghost grabbed the cup, not wanting to take his mask off to drink it in front of him. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem Ghost! Come back some time.” Soap winked and walked away.

Jason stared at Soap’s back as he walked away before glancing at Ghost. “I’ve never seen such blatant flirting before. How does it feel to be God’s favorite?”

Ghost blushed more. “I don’t know if that was flirting.”

“He winked.”

“Well, yeah, but maybe that’s just his personality.”

Jason stared at him before reaching for his drink. 

Ghost went to take a sip of the latte before noticing the foam. It had been shaped like a heart with lavender buds on it. Lavender wasn’t unusual for Earl Grey drinks. Not unusual at all. But the piece of honey comb was, along with the way it had clearly been made to look cute. He felt himself blush more.

Before he had an opportunity to point it out, Jason had tilted his drink to him to show that he had, in fact, not gotten the special treatment.

“Dude is flirting with you so fucking hard man.”

“Okay, maybe he is.”

[lovethisbug]

When I was a baby, in the year 90s, I really wanted a laptop computer, which were new at the time, and i wanted it so bad, I even had a very vivid dream that I had found one of the ground on the green tiled arched hallways of a subway station, the moment I picked it up I knew what it was capable of, I could pull retractable cords from it and plug them into objects around me and unlock their deeper potential, the first thing I plugged a cord into was the wall and it opened up a pathway to a secret room, a habitable this room was hidden in the walls and had everything one needed to survive in it, completely sealed away from average society, I then used the laptop to summon a train car to take me down a secret tunnel, as was fashion, which stopped at a platform that I would say seemed to be about a 20x20 space, all green tiled like the hallways I came from, no doors or pathways, once again the laptop comes in handy, I plug it into the wall and a yawning gap opened up, revealing all the metabolic systems of the city around me, pipes, wires, other stuff, at the end of this newly formed hallway was a room much like the Plato ram, standing in the middle of that room was Buge, 4ft tall and stalwart, wearing a leather duster jacket and sunglasses that dont have stems going around the ear they are just sunglasses that stick to the eyes as if they are floating or maybe they slip onto the nose which seems kind of uncomfortable and unnecessary but cool nonetheless, Buge holds out a blue pill and a red pill and tells me to pick a pill, I say which pill does which, Buge is silent for a long time, a very long time, and finally says the red one will definitely work and the blue one will make you forget you ever met Buge and found that laptop, before I can even make up my mind my baby alarm goes off, I woke up and showered and dressed myself and slicked my hair to the side in front of the mirror and gathered my academic materials, continued my life as it was, until many years later in the future I found myself living in a city working for a prestigious puréed food pouch supplier firm, after a long day of closing deals I went to take the car service home but the broke down and the driver told me to get the fuck out, I had never taken the subway once since graduating precollege and finding myself quickly employed with the perks of having a car service and other perks of that sweet job, I had a really nice condo flat, anyways I digress, I end wandering into the subway and find the tiled halls looking mighty familiar, I find a laptop like the ones we have now and use it to open the same routes as available to me before in my dream, ended up in a room just like before standing before Buge, this time Buge says they forgot the pills

[look-sharp-notes]

Летная куртка А 1, является настоящим символом эпохи развития Авиации 20-30 годов XX века. Данная модель, это нечто особенное, для ценителей винтажной одежды, так как изготовлена она почтенным французским домом Chapal. Компания была основана в 1832 году во Франции и по сей день выпускает летные куртки из кожи и фурнитуры, что и 100 лет назад. Chapal многие годы оставалась официальным поставщиком летных курток для ВВС Франции и США. Так что это живая история в непревзойденном и проверенном временем качестве Chapal.

The A 1 flight jacket is a true symbol of the era of aviation development in the 20s and 30s of the 20th century. This model is something special for connoisseurs of vintage clothing, as it is made by the venerable French house Chapal. The company was founded in 1832 in France and to this day produces flight jackets from leather and fittings, as 100 years ago. Chapal remained the official supplier of flight jackets for the French and US Air Forces for many years. So this is living history in the unrivaled and time-tested quality of Chapal.

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[mercurygray]

hi Merc! I’m curious if you know anything about the canvas/duffel bags we see the boys carrying when they’re heading to the planes for missions in MOTA? what kind of stuff might they have inside them? no worries if you don’t know/it’s not your lane, but you seem like the kind of person who might have background knowledge like that :)

It just so happens I *do* know what it is! A freind of mine is an 8th Air Force reenactor and we were talking about these bags recently at an event. It is an AN 6505-1 AVIATOR KIT BAG.

The bag was meant to carry your parachute, but could also be used to stash your jacket once you landed the plane safely. You can read more at The Rigger Depot, a movie and reenactor supplier. (My friend uses his to bring his WWII gear to events. They're really roomy.)

Several places online sell repros of this bag - Eastman Leather, and At The Front are two, but there are also a number of originals on ebay as well.

[carlamathew00]

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The Dunkirk RAF Jacket | Cockpit USA

Words by Ben Brewster, Creative Director, The Cuff

Photography by Liz Aquilino

Originally designed for Royal Air Force pilots patrolling the skies over the British Channel during World War II, the Dunkirk RAF is as practical today as it was in 1940. Thick, supple sheepskin creates a layer of warmth to rival any modern winter coat and the natural durability of the leather ensures the RAF will be with you for decades to come. Even more impressive than the jacket’s functionality is its iconic design—one that many have emulated but few have mastered. As an official supplier of the US Air Force, Cockpit USA boasts a pedigree that few can compete with when it comes to producing military gear—not to mention each piece is designed and manufactured right here in the United States.

One of my favorite details is the gold zippers, which add a touch of polish to an otherwise rugged piece, making it easier to dress up with wool trousers and a turtleneck. But this jacket looks just as good with jeans and a t-shirt.

[foundtherightwords]

Signal Fire - Epilogue

Summary: Two years after Corroded Coffin finally made it big, Eddie learns that Chrissy's mother has passed away. He returns to Hawkins in the hope of reuniting with her, but would Chrissy be able to overcome her fears and allow herself some happiness at last?

Warnings: angst, implied/mentions of abuse, homophobia, and drug use, some smut

Chapter word count: 1.5k

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Epilogue

Four months later

Despite boasting the only bar with live music in the entire town, the Hideout had never been a hotspot in the Hawkins nightlife scene. It plodded along thanks to a handful of regulars, the odd bachelor's or bachelorette's party that had run out of places to go, and the town drunks. It wasn't even enough of a dive to attract the rough crowd and the curious out-of-towners.

But that night, the Hideout was, perhaps for the first time ever in its existence, packed.

And here was the reason for the crowd—the four men sitting backstage, having a drink (they never drank before a show while on tour, but this was a special occasion, and they felt like giving themselves a little treat), laughing and chatting, feeling more relaxed than they ever had before a show, because they were back on their home turf. Corroded Coffin, fresh off their European tour and back in Hawkins for their one-night-only surprise homecoming show.

OK, maybe not all of them were relaxed. Their frontman kept walking to the door and peering out, clearly waiting for someone.

They may have played in front of thousands of fans, but there was always that one person that made a show special, and for Eddie Munson, that person was Chrissy Cunningham.

Since the day he casually told her "You should come see us" when they met for a drug deal in the woods behind their school (long story), he never dreamed it would take nearly twenty years and so much heartache for that invitation to become reality.

But that wasn't the only reason Eddie was nervous. The other reason was the velvet box burning a hole through the pocket of his leather jacket. He'd picked it up in an antique shop in Milan, choosing a sapphire instead of the more typical diamond because it reminded him of Chrissy's eyes.

They'd talked about marriage, of course—in fact, before he left for Europe, Eddie had suggested they went to Hawkins Town Hall and had a courthouse wedding right then and there, but Chrissy had sensibly suggested that they found a place to live first. She had sold her parents' house, and after Eddie came back from Europe, they had moved into an apartment not far from Wayne's, but both wanted an actual house, somewhere Eddie could set up a recording studio.

An opportunity had come from the most unexpected place—Reefer Rick, Eddie's former supplier, was looking to sell his house by Lover's Lake and move to Florida. "All those retirees, man," he'd told Eddie, chuckling. "Maybe I'll get back into business!"

When Eddie brought it up to Chrissy, he'd thought she would balk at the idea of buying a house of a former drug dealer, but she'd jumped at it. "As long as he didn't have any secret stash hidden there and we're not getting visited by disgruntled mobsters in the middle of the night, of course," she'd said with a grin.

Eddie had laughed at that. "No, Rick's stopped dealing years ago. But are you sure? We may never get the smell of weed out of the walls."

"Think about it. You can have your studio overlooking the lake. And there's a boathouse, we can go rowing or swimming in the summer. We can fix it up. It'll be fun!"

In the end, her enthusiasm had won him over.

The renovation was going to take a while—certainly, it wasn't going to be completed before the recording of Corroded Coffin's next album. They were going back to LA for that. But Eddie didn't mind. Chrissy and Wayne were going to join him in LA for winter break anyway, and they could take their time with the house.

So Eddie wasn't worried about Chrissy's answer. He only wondered if she would like the ring. He wondered what would be the right moment. In front of the crowd would be too cheesy and ostentatious, wouldn't it?

Lenny, the Hideout's owner, stuck his head in. "Ready, guys?"

"Been ready for twenty years, Len," Gareth quipped.

"Then get out there! I'm not paying you to lounge around!"

"You're not paying us, period," Grant reminded him.

"Just give us a couple of pizzas as usual, and we'll call it even," Jeff chimed in, and they laughed.

To all that banter, Eddie was only half-listening. He scanned the crowd again, but there was no sign of Chrissy. Where was she? He'd left early for sound check, and she was going to pick Wayne up. Nothing could've happened to them, could it?

To reassure himself, he reached for the comforting weight of the ring box in his pocket, and that was when his heart went cold. The pocket was empty.

"Shit," Eddie said out loud.

"Something wrong, man?" Jeff asked.

"I can't find the ring box!" He started the universal move of patting himself down while simultaneously looking around the room. "Has anybody seen it?"

Lights were turned on, empty bottles were cleared, gears lifted, every surface of tables and chairs and floor swept, but there was no sign of the box.

"When's the last time you saw it?" Grant asked.

"It's always here, in my jacket! I never took it out!"

"Maybe you dropped it in the van," Gareth suggested.

Shit, shit, shit. This was not how Eddie wanted to start his homecoming show, crawling on all fours on the none-too-clean floor of the Hideout's backstage area. The only consolation was that Chrissy didn't know about the ring. Worse comes to worst, he could always buy a new one. It wouldn't be the same, but at least it would be something. But he'd so wanted to propose to her at the Hideout... And although they were now splitting their time between LA and Hawkins, the rest of the band still resided in LA, so who knew when they could get together for another homecoming show like this...

There was a knock on the door.

"In a minute, Len!" Eddie shouted.

"What on Earth is going on here?" a voice asked.

It was Chrissy.

Eddie jumped to his feet. "Uh, nothing. Grant dropped his contact lenses."

A little smile tugged at Chrissy's lips. "I didn't know you wore contacts, Grant."

"I did. I mean, I do. Just recently," Grant stuttered while slowing backing away until he was safely out of Chrissy's eye line, glaring at Eddie all the way for making him the scapegoat.

Ignoring him, Chrissy turned to Eddie. "Sorry I'm late. Couldn't find my keys. I did find something of yours though..."

She pulled something out of her purse.

The ring box.

"It must've fallen out of your pocket when you put your jacket on the coat rack, or rather threw it," she said, with that teasing smile still lingering on her lips. Eddie felt his own face grow hot as the guys smirked at him.

He didn't have time to dwell on his embarrassment though, because the lights were already dimming, the crowd was roaring, and his bandmates were taking their places. He picked up his guitar.

"Have a great show," Chrissy said, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. Then she trailed her lips to his ear and whispered, "The answer's yes, by the way."

Though her answer was completely expected, Eddie's heart still did a happy somersault. He stared at her, too ecstatic to even reply. When he finally found his voice again, he pressed the box back into her hand. "Maybe you should hold on to this then," he said. "I don't want to drop it onstage."

Her smile brightened until her eyes shone like the sapphire on the ring, and she pulled him toward her for another kiss before pushing him onstage. "Go on. Let's see if you've improved since that middle school talent show."

If anyone at the Hideout that night had been to a Corroded Coffin show before, they may have noticed something about this particular gig, something more special than a mere homecoming. Even Jeff, Grant, and Gareth noticed that their frontman was playing with more passion, more spirit than ever, as though lit by some inner fire.

As usual, about halfway through the show, they were about to kick things up a notch with their first big hit. It was the one everybody knew, the one everyone was waiting to hear, the one inspired by Chrissy and was completed during those heartbreaking months when he thought he'd lost her forever, never dreaming that one day they would find their way back to each other, that this happiness would be possible. Impulsively, he leaned over to the mic and said, "Chrissy, this is for you."

The crowd went wild, but all Eddie saw was the one person that mattered to him in that moment, her face lit up like a beacon, calling out to him, guiding him. He fixed his gaze on that light and let himself get lost in the music and her.

THE END

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[ak4rin]

maria, phone call: i just need to know that you're okay.

she doesn't particularly like the idea of riding door by door, use the tough guy voice on people trying to get by as best as they can, and leave with paper bags full of money some shitty asshole is going to hide or use for his drug suppliers - but anything's better than sitting in a shithole bar and reading through people's memories to solve their stupid problems just because ren demands it from her in between promises of offering some sort of life she actually deserves ... whatever that means. "i promise you i'm fine," there's a soft breath, head tilted up and gaze to the sky as rain pours on her leather jacket. just perfect timing. "i've been a bit busy, sorry i dropped off the face of earth like that." apology is sincere, yet akari can't really promise that it won't happen again. "i'm in rippongi for business stuff but we can meet up later if you'd like?" a pause, key already starting her scooter engine. "if it's too much trouble you can text me details for another day."

[funstealer]

1990 Avirex ‘Sack Time’ Pin-Up Girl Calfskin Leather Bomber Jacket

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