#all4one

[paladincecil]

Out of nowhere, I very vaguely remembered an old game I rented a single time many years ago but not the name of it.

It featured 2 animal characters who were tied or chained together, and to attack one of them would use the other character as a weapon. I think at least the first level took place in a lab? I imagine it would have been on the ps2, but it could have been gamecube.

Not a lot to go on but if I'm able to look at screens for a while tomorrow I might do some research to try and find out what this mystery game could be xD

[carrieleblancart]

No voiceover so you can hear that sweet, sweet marker making sounds! Cleo submitted by strawberry_knows on TikTok

Sketchbook: Stillman and Birn softcover Beta series 5.5””x8.5”

Markers: Molotow all4one double ended acrylic markers and empty 2mm paint markers filled with Golden High Flow acrylics; Posca paint markers Camera: iPhone 13 Pro

[moochilatv]

Chazz Oliver and Janay Saxon presents: Do It Up

Super rapid flow 💵 ⌚

Chazz Oliver brings the fire with Do It Up feat. Myumi, Janay Saxon, and JU$T AM.

If you like Saweetie, Kahlani, Chloe Bailey, Wiz Kalifa, and Kendrick lamar, you will love Do It Up.

Hip Hop/Rap/R&B ready to give you that club vibe but also rock it in your car!!!!

Produced by Chazz Oliver, this track feat future fire artist.

Listen Do It Up 💵 ⌚ in Spotify:

BIO:

Washington DC native Garrett Chazz Oliver, a producer better known as Chazz Oliver or just Chazz O, began his musical foray at age six when his father purchased his first drum set. He later taught himself to play the piano, bass guitar, lead guitar and Sax. In his teens, Chazz was already composing music, experimenting with multi-track machines and other types of recording equipment. Before he graduated from high school in 1984, he found himself briefly working with R&B producer Kashif (Whitney Houston, Melba Moore, Evelyn “Champagne” King, Stacy Lattisaw and Johnny Kemp,). 

As fortuitous as that opportunity was, in 1995 he came into contact with another Super Producer, Nile Rodgers (Chic, Sister Sledge, David Bowie, Madonna and B-52’s). Although it took a couple more encounters over the next year, Nile finally invited Chazz Oliver to Westport, CT, to work more closely with him on the 1996 Nile Rodgers album,”Chic Freak and More Treats.” From then onward, Chazz became an integral part of Nile's work as shown by his co-producing credits for several artists across the board, including All4One, Paula Abdul, Q-Tip, and Samantha Cole, just to name a few.

Despite being Nile Rodgers’ sideman, his efforts did not go unnoticed. As a result of his exceptional success as a producer and his great ear for talent, Chazz moved from behind the keyboard to behind the desk. That would be the executive desk. In 1999 Chazz was appointed VP of Music Programming for AEI Music networks, in Seattle, WA. While at AEI, Chazz was able to help break new songs like Morcheeba's "Part Of The Process" and Lenny Kravitz's "Fly Away," which both debuted in the Gap; Sarah Brightman's "Eden," which played in Banana Republic; the Cardigans' "Erase/ Rewind," also in Banana Republic; and Sixpence None The Richer's "Kiss Me," which played in Limited Too and Bath & Body Works. 

After spending many years as a Music Executive, Chazz Oliver decided to combine the executive and creative side of things. In 2007, he established his own Music Production Company, ISMRecordings, based out of Norwalk CT, and began unveiling his own stable of artists (Mr. LA Wryte, Mateya and Taj Dyami). As a way to give back to his music community, Chazz as lent his talents to produce music for regional artists such as Omar Wilson, Rain E. Day and Zen. Chazz Oliver has been featured in Magazine such as Billboard Magazine, BRE Magazine, Starpoynt Magazine and Latin Star Magazine, just to name a few. 

Super Producer, Hit Maker, these are some of the things that come to mind when you hear production from Chazz Oliver. From movie scores to radio ready hits, Chazz is ready for any and every musical endeavor. In 2022 Chazz decided to drop some new music for the clubs. The track titled “Love” features signer Taj Dyami and is already streaming like crazy. To keep the momentum going, Chazz also dropped the track tilted “Set Me Free” in December of 2022. 

Few producers are capable of having a balance between artist and craft. Chazz is one of those producers. He always infuses a remarkable sense of individuality and creativity into his productions. Most recently Chazz just finished a project with the talented Amanda Marie, from the UK, for the song “Feelin’ Fine”. He is also about to drop the single “Forever” with R&B singer Taj Dyami. 

Chazz has stayed in high demand and worked on projects with artists like Rappers Ju$t AM, Zen, Lou Big’z, pop artist Jackie Legere, Nigerian artist Lamboginny and R&B singer Lamone, When you hear a Chazz Oliver production generally there is no mistaking it for anyone else's work. Chazz Oliver and ISMRecordings are poised to bring you............. “The Sound Of Things To Come”! 

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[aethien11-blog]

My friend keeps saying I have to post and stop hiding...so I hope this doesn't bother anyone.

MHA; Ships Tenya/Momo, Izuku/Ochako, Kiri/Mina, Shoto Todoroki/Y/N (afab)

FLUFF…Lots of Fluff.

Thinking Shoto learning to show his love. Have All4One’s “I Can Love You” stuck in my head. As an emotionally repressed young man, Shoto does not know how to show affection, so he spends a lot of time watching his friends and their relationships. Y/N never seemed to care about the stuff he saw so many women fawn over though. 

The jewelry Iida bought for Momo, the flowers Izuku picked for Ochako, or even the gowns Kirishima had commissioned for Mina all seemed…wrong for Y/N. 

“Why don’t you just buy her a nice gift,” Iida offered as they walked out of the police station. Another villain group captured and busted by the joint task forces and Iida (ever observant) chose to speak up to his concern.

Todoroki turned to look at his friend. 

“You’ve been out of sorts for weeks now, Todoroki. We’ve all noticed it and it really wasn’t that hard to place together why.”

“Was I being that obvious?”

Iida chuckled. “Adorably so. Following her around like a lost puppy at times before trying to ‘pretend’ not to be looking.” Iida chuckled again.

Shoto grimaced down at his feet a moment before his gaze returned to his friend, prompted by the comforting hand that now lay on his shoulder.

“Perhaps consider just telling her how you feel?” Iida suggested gently.

Shoto sighed. “That would be far easier to accomplish if I could figure out how I feel.” It was hard not to chuckle again but Iida stashed it. 

Iida pat his shoulder. “Truthfully, my friend, I believe you already know. At least your heart does.”

Shoto looked up at him and, though not for the first time but still certainly not a common occurrence, Shoto’s usual air of indifference was replaced with solid uncertainty. 

Iida tried to be encouraging. “Personally, I find that having a nice gift to offer makes conveying certain emotions easier for me. Just a thought.”

Shoto sighed again. He knew what Iida would suggest if he asked what Iida believed he should buy, but Y/N never wore jewelry…had even joked with Momo and Jiro about worrying her ‘klutziness’ (which Shoto never seemed to notice) would get jewelry of any kind caught on something. 

“Tenya!” The call pulled Shoto from his mind as Iida’s face burst into an adoring smile. Momo with her two-year-old on her hip was just walking toward them.

Iida grinned and greeted them, leaning to kiss his daughter’s forehead to her name. “Darling. Takika. Why are you two down here?”

“Taki wanted to do a special dinner for Daddy,” Momo mentioned lifting a bag of groceries with her other hand, only for her husband to abscond with it. “Hey!”

Shoto chuckled. “I’m headed home for the night. Take care you two,” he stated and turned.

“Good night and please consider what I said,” Iida called after him. “Now to walk my girl’s safely home.”

Taki made grabby hands up at him and he chuckled before lifting his daughter to his shoulders as she squealed in delight. 

“You’ll spoil her,” Momo tried to chastise, though her own ear to ear grin downplayed any bite it might have had.

----------------------------------------------

Shoto pushed his door open and dropped his keys on the table by the door before closing it and really looking around. Stopping the smile from spreading over his face was just an impossibility as he walked over to the tray on the table. Y/N must have just left a little bit ago. The tea mug was still hot, and the soba looked like they were just finished not long before. A small note sat beside the noodles.

There’s sliced fruit in a container for your breakfast, but please make sure you eat before you pass out. I know heroing is a full-time gig, but it’s important to take care of yourself too. Stay safe. Y/N

Shoto lifted the note and set it aside. He would put it in the drawer with the others after, but for now, he settled to enjoy his impromptu dinner and the thoughts that accompanied it. He could not seem to take his mind off of Y/N these days, so Iida hadn’t been wrong. She was always doing stuff like this, but not just for him. She would show up at Hero Events with trays of cakes or cookies, sometimes just snack platters and stay just long enough to be sure everyone received some. Times where he would find her down at the soup kitchens or taking stale bread and a dozen of the local orphans to feed the ducks down at the pond or volunteering at local food banks to help sort and hand out foods were just as common. 

Shoto sighed softly with a smile as he inhaled the fine aroma of the tea; a perfect soft and spice balance for the teriyaki soba. 

Y/N being quirkless was a shock to all of their friends. She was so good with her hands; several were certain that she had a baking quirk or maybe something similar to Momo in creation as her things always seemed to come out so well. But no, Y/N was quirkless which made her perfect creations that much more impressive. 

Shoto snorted softly at his own thoughts. It wasn’t like he cared that she was quirkless. And it wasn’t as if it were her snacks or foods that really drew his attention. Though it did seem that whenever she was around, he couldn’t seem to not notice her. She wasn’t loud, quite the opposite really. She wasn’t timid like Koda but she wasn’t like Mina either. 

Slurping down another mouthful of noodles, Shoto smiled. Maybe that was it. Y/N just wasn’t like anyone else he had ever met. She was just so…different. Outspoken sure, but it was a truly rare occasion for her to be rude about it and it was generally only to Bakugo. Shoto tried not to snarl as he remembered Bakugo roaring about her being in the way and her snapping back that to ‘his loud ass everything is in the way, even his own junk’. 

She didn’t fear Bakugo, which in itself was amazing. Most cringed when he started sparking, but she would stand there and glare at him with a ‘dare you to’ look on her face that promised absolute retribution despite her lack of quirk. Their staring contests were tense enough but lately Bakugo had taken to voicing his frustrations at her and that…didn’t sit well. Shoto still wasn’t sure if it was the fact that Bakugo was yelling that way at her specifically or that she would snap right back at him. It was worrying however that she might one day need protecting from him friend. 

Shoto finished his dinner and took the dishes to the sink, but his thoughts remained on her even as he cleaned up and prepared for his shower. 

Most of the time Y/N was polite and soft spoken. She would stand up for herself sure, but unless someone were to stand close by, most times overhearing her conversation would take a specific quirk to catch. Y/N simply didn’t do things to grab attention. Shoto chuckled as he cut the water on and slid under the sluice, remembering all the times she would find ways to divert attention to someone else or if possible, hide behind him or Kirishima so others couldn’t find her. She liked to help but would blush furiously to be thanked for it, so most times it was help then “hide me, please” in the smallest voice.

No amount of debate had brought him any closer though to figuring out his own feelings for her. She was special to him, there was no doubt there, but not in the same way some of his other friends were. It had taken all three years of high school for Shoto to truly begin to grasp the full concept of having friends. Their life and death situations throughout did help speed that along and he knew it but even now he still struggled at times with what was and not acceptable concepts for friends. 

For the most part, he did want to be her friend. Certainly, he did want to spend time with Y/N like friends and share stories, enjoy company, but it was different and … almost painful at times. At first, he had been concerned that he was having health issues, but the doctor gave him a clean bill of health with the usual ‘but you could take less hours’ speech at the end. Knowing it wasn’t an ailment he was facing didn’t really help though.

Once he was certain that wasn’t was when he started watching more, watching others and trying to compare and contrast his own feelings to what he saw. Which led to the current dilemma. He wanted to keep his friendship with Y/N, but he also wanted more, more like Momo and Iida. Well, perhaps more like Deku and Uravity as those two seemed closer to what he desired, even if he knew he could never be as personable as Deku. Watching Deku’s doting on Uravity and their two children was always comforting and painful. What was it Mina said…bittersweet. I suppose. 

Mina had been devastated to learn she couldn’t have children of her own, but Kirishima had insisted they could adopt or just love on everyone else’s. Between Takika Iida, Mo and Juko Fukiyami, Nana and Taiyaki Midoriya, and Kaminari’s expected twins by the end of the year, it wasn’t like there was a lack of kids to love on. It did seem to help Mina a bit to be named godmother to the twins. She and Jiro had been spending a lot of time planning and setting things up since then. Shoto still wasn’t sure what Ochako had meant by ‘baby fever’, but whatever the ailment was it seemed to have passed. At least Nana and Taiyaki seemed fine last time he saw them. 

Shoto sighed heavily as he toweled his hair dry and settled at his desk to file in the final reports of the day. At least focused on work, he could push the thought of y/n to the periphery. It never really left, but he was a hero and he would never give less than his best to it. 

Near midnight, his phone buzzed beside him. A glance and he chuckled. 

Y/N image: Still up? Go to bed :P

Shoto paused in his report to type back. 

Shoto image: Just finishing. I don’t work tomorrow anyway, so I can sleep in.

It was barely a few seconds before he got a response.

Y/N image: But you won’t. You’ll be up at 6 for your morning run as usual and we both know it.

Y/N image: Please, Todoroki, get some sleep soon. Protecting you is just as important, you know?

Shoto chuckled as he typed.

Shoto image: Last file now, then off to bed. 

As an after thought he sent a second text.

Shoto image: Thank you for dinner by the way.

Y/N image: :) I’m happy to help, but please pro-hero, protect my best friend from overworking.

Shoto did laugh to that before he responded.

Shoto image: I’ll certainly try. He can be stubborn though.

Y/N image: lol, don’t I know it. Take care, Todoroki and sleep well when you get there :)

Shoto image: Thanks. You too.

She sent him the hug emoticon and he returned to his task. True to his word he finished up and stretched out. Staring up at the ceiling it occurred to him only briefly before passing out that he would need to ask her sometime, but that could wait.

[rosecrystl]

Why can I never figure out what to spend gorft cards on? Like those generic all4one gift cards that can be used *anywhere

[thestoicvoyage]

“As we stroll along together Holding hands walking all along So in love are we two That we don't know what to do So in love (so in love) In a world of our own (so in love) @thestoicvoyage x @sonrisasunrise collaboration #longisland #vineyard #newyork #blackwhite #photography #iphone13 #lightroom #engagement #couples #love #randb #all4one #collaboration #apple #lightroom (at Southold, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChBQdGzLc1W/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[carrieleblancart]

Faro submitted by skipper_kitten on TikTok

Sketchbook: Stillman and Birn softcover Beta series 5.5” x 8.5”

Markers: Molotow all4one double ended acrylic markers

Molotow empty 2mm paint markers filled with Golden high flow acrylic paint

Posca paint markers

Camera: iPhone 13 Pro

[gomerblogworld]

Read more: https://gomerblog.com/2020/09/medicare-all-4-one/?utm_source=TR&utm_campaign=DIRECT

Politicians, Nostalgic for the 1990s, Unanimously Support “Medicare-for-All-4-One

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WASHINGTON, DC—In a stunning display of bipartisanship that is all too rare in Washington these days, Congress unanimously passed a new health insurance plan today. This historic bill, entitled “Medicare-for-All-4-One,” guarantees free lifetime medical care for the 1990s super-boy-band that introduced the world to such powerhouse hits as “I Swear” and “I Can Love You […]

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[eternalsams]

mentioning some blogs I follow so I can get some visibility maybe @averagewriter-inthedark @roosterforme @reiverreturns @tgm-all4one @tigerlillyyy @topgunshenanigans @oharahive @princessofglitterland @dragon-library @fanboygarcia @jupitercomet @khaylin27 @missdictatorme @wyvernest @cassiemitchellrecs @violetpassionfruit @babyrooster

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Drop a headcanon about Hangman, Rooster or Fanboy and I'll write a short blurb, maybe I could find new TGM fans

Or if you're not in the TGM fandom, drop a headcanon for any of the Moon Boys or a Spider-Hero

[daretodreamaway]

[my-own-cure]

Morgen treffen wir uns ... kein Plan ey...

[nonesuchrecords]

On his new album, COOKUP, due February 24, Sam Gendel and his friends and collaborators Gabe Noel and Philippe Melanson interpret R&B and soul hits originally released between 1992 and 2004 by Ginuwine, 112, Aaliyah, All-4-One, Soul 4 Real, Beyoncé, Joe, Erykah Badu, Mario, SWV, and Boyz II Men. You can preorder and get their take on 112’s "Anywhere," with Meshell Ndegeocello on vocals, at https://samgendel.lnk.to/COOKUP

"COOKUP marks another chance to convene with my good friends Phil Melanson and Gabe Noel," Gendel says. "For this occasion we hovered over a particular flavor: jams that we grew up with. We sculpted in sound our collective memories of this music. Meshell Ndegeocello took the 112 to another dimension (shoutout wayne12)."

[fitmomofbusygirls]

Chattanooga Bound…Concert weekend!😎🎶🎧 • Car Convo😆 M: “Mom, if you could twerk you’d be so powerful” 🤔 powerful?! #bellgirls🍍💞🍉 #vanillaice #robbase #coolio #toneloc #youngmc #all4one (at The Caverns) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiT0vH1sQLe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[vtgnineties-blog]

Vintage 1997 Boyz II Men Evolution Tour T-Shirt for sale!

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[roosterforme]

How Could I Forget? | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When Bradley met you in a dive bar in Virginia, he just knew he wasn't going to be able to stop thinking about you. Even a year later, he still remembers your laugh and the way you kissed him.

Warnings: Fluff, drinking and swearing

Length: 2800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

I wrote this for the 'Its not the prompt. It's the creator' challenge from @tgm-all4one. Check out my masterlist for more!

Bradley flipped through the options in the ancient jukebox while he sipped a cheap beer. This had to be the shittiest bar he'd ever been inside, and that was really saying something, since he was a University of Virginia alumni. 

"Let's see..." he muttered. "Danger Zone? No. Take My Breath Away? Nah. Slow Ride? Absolutely not."

He finally selected Great Balls of Fire and turned to check where his cousins had disappeared off to. But the bar was packed with locals waiting for the fireworks to start over the Chesapeake Bay, and he couldn't spot any of them. 

If they ditched him in this sticky little hellhole on the outskirts of Norfolk, Virginia, he was going to be so pissed. He scanned the bar once more as the song started playing, and his eyes settled on the cutest thing he had seen in a long time. 

You were holding your beer bottle like a microphone and aggressively lip syncing along with Jerry Lee Lewis as his voice blasted from the jukebox. 

Bradley smiled. You were right in the middle of the crowded bar, but nobody else had seemed to notice how you were shimmying along to the song, looking adorable in your own little world. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you mouthed Come on baby, you drive me crazy! Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!

When Bradley laughed, you opened your eyes, and they met his immediately. You pressed your lips together, suddenly looking shy at being caught rocking out. You covered your mouth with your hand in embarrassment as your eyes went wider while Bradley tried to squeeze through the crowd to get to you. 

He was afraid you were going to try to sneak off, but you didn't. You were just nonchalantly drinking your beer when he reached you. 

"That was quite a performance," he said, and you looked up at him, clearly amused. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," you replied, but your smirk said otherwise. 

"That was my song," he said, nodding toward the jukebox.

"What do you mean?" you asked, pressing the bottle to your lips, and drawing Bradley's eyes down to watch the way you took a sip, the bottle lingering on your bottom lip for a beat.

"I selected it. On the jukebox," he grunted, and you laughed at him. 

"No, you didn't. I did."

Bradley scoffed as you squared your shoulders and jutted out your chin in playful defiance. "I chose it like three minutes ago," Bradley insisted. 

"I picked it like five minutes ago!" Your laugh was infectious, and Bradley just wanted to keep it going.

He shook his head solemnly. "It's still my song."

And you shook your head, imitating him. "If anything, it's Jerry Lee Lewis's song."

"Well, I can't argue with that. I did love your cover version though."

"Thanks." God, your smile was adorable. And your lips on that bottle had him thinking some scandalous things about your mouth. 

He cleared his throat. "Are you from Norfolk?"

You sighed deeply. "Unfortunately. You?"

"Virginia Beach."

You crinkled your nose and made a face that had him laughing again. "That might be even worse. You still live there?"

"For now," he replied. "I'm waiting on a new work assignment."

"Can I tell you a secret?" you asked, and when Bradley nodded, you coaxed him closer with your finger. Gorgeous. You were so pretty, Bradley was afraid he wouldn't be able to comprehend your words this close to your eyelashes and your mouth. "I escaped. I live in San Diego now."

"Bravo," he whispered, but he knew you could still hear him over the jukebox as it played Slow Ride. "What's it like to escape Virginia? I've only ever read about it in works of fiction. I've never met anyone who actually managed to do it."

You laughed again, and Bradley had to fight the urge to kiss you. He didn't even know your fucking name, but he was dying to feel your lips on his. 

"It wasn't easy," you promised. "Oh, no, my friend, it was not easy. My whole family still lives here, in Norfolk. My brother is in the damn Navy, if you can believe that. What a waste of a career, right?" you said with a massive eye roll. Bradley opened his mouth to respond, but you added, "Today is his birthday. Born on the Fourth of July, in the military, model citizen. I come home for his birthday every year and end up in this shitty bar every year." 

Bradley couldn't contain his smile. "I'm in the Navy."

Your eyes went wide. "Oh, shit. The Navy is the best!" you said brightly. "Oh boy, do I ever wish I had joined the Navy!"

Bradley tipped his head back and laughed harder. "I like you. You're brutally honest," he said, still laughing as you bit your lip, unable to stop smiling. 

"I'm so sorry," you said, trying not to laugh. "Come here. Let me buy you another beer to make up for the fact that you're in the Navy, you poor thing."

Bradley just shook his head, but then you took his hand in yours and gently led him to the bar. And you kept your hand linked with his while you ordered two drinks. But when you started to reach into your pocket to pay, Bradley took both of your hands in his larger one, and you looked up at him, surprised. 

"I've got it," he told you, pulling some cash out of his own pocket. "It's not every day you meet a celebrity."

"Celebrity?" you asked, and he pulled you closer by both hands. 

"You escaped Virginia! Buying you a drink would have to give me good karma! Who knows, maybe I'll even get stationed somewhere new." 

Bradley released your hands when the beers arrived, but you didn't move away from him. "Where do you want to get stationed?" you asked, and Bradley couldn't look away from the curve of your lips as you took the first sip from the bottle. 

"Somewhere warm," he told you. "But I guess I could learn how to brave some cold weather if I had to."

When the woman behind you bumped into you, Bradley could feel the warmth from your body through his clothes. You were that close. He wanted you closer. And then you were snug up against the front of him. "Well, I think you're brave," you told him with wide, teasing eyes.

"Because I'm in the Navy?" he asked, taking a sip of his beer as you shook your head. 

"No," you told him with a soft laugh. "Because you dare to sport a mustache. Almost nobody can pull that off." Now you were giggling as he ran his fingers along his facial hair. 

"I think you're having a lot of fun at my expense here tonight," he told you. "I think you like me."

You were quiet for a few seconds, and Bradley's heart beat a little faster when you said, "I think you like me, too."

"What's not to like?" he whispered, and your eyes fluttered closed as he ran his fingers along your cheek. "You stole my song. You hate my job. You made fun of my facial hair. And you managed to hijack my escape from this state, because surely the odds of two of us getting out are just too high."

And then you kissed him. Just a soft brush of your lips to his. But it was perfect. And then the fireworks started outside, but you stayed right there with him, your hand coming to rest on his chest. 

Everyone else rushed out to the deck or down along the water to watch the colorful display, even the bartender. But you didn't move an inch, and now Bradley was setting down his beer. This time he kissed you, and you nibbled on his lower lip as your other hand tangled in his hair. Bradley's hands went to your waist, as he tasted you. Beer and something kind of sweet. 

"What's your name?" Bradley asked between kisses, and when you told him, the sound of it echoed through his mind. He whispered it back to you, against your lips as you dragged your fingernails along his scalp. "I'm Bradley."

"Hi, Bradley," you said with a smile between kisses. "I'm sorry I stole your song. And I actually think your mustache is cute."

He was smiling so much against your neck as he kissed you there. "I'm really happy I came to this shitty bar tonight."

"Me too," you gasped as he sucked on you there before returning his lips to yours. These hurried, needy kisses turned more languid as they slowed down. You had pushed Bradley back onto an empty stool, your palms on his splayed thighs as he stroked your neck and face while you kissed. Every little moan and gasp had him coaxing you closer, and then the fireworks ended. The other patrons started trickling back into the bar as your lips nudged his in one final kiss. 

You pulled away from him, smiling and sliding your hands down to his knees. He leaned a little close to your face, ready to beg for one more kiss as he said, "Please, let me have your phone number."

You leaned in and kissed the corner or his lips before you backed away. Bradley was up out of the stool, chasing the warmth of your body, but you shook your head.

"That's not a good idea," you told him, gently pressing your palm to his chest, and it took you a few beats to meet his eyes. "And make you pine for me from afar?" you asked with a soft, teasing smile. "I couldn't live with that."

Bradley whispered your name about a dozen times in a row until your eyes closed. He kissed you softly and said, "I'm pretty sure I'll be doing that anyway. Pining for you."

You looked up at him, gaze darting between his lips and his eyes, almost like you were about to cave. But you shook your head and said, "You'll forget all about me by tomorrow."

Then someone called your name from the other side of the bar and stole your attention from him. And Bradley felt all the perfect flirtation and banter and kisses slipping through his grasp. 

"I need to go," you told him, and you looked so sad. "I hope you escape Virginia."

He nodded slightly, running his thumb across your soft cheek one more time. "I know this sounds weird, but I'm going to miss you."

And then you kissed him again, as if you understood exactly what he meant. And then you were gone. 

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Bradley thought about you a lot. Sometimes he let your name grace his tongue with the sweet feel of it. Sometimes he would daydream about your laugh. But the moment he opened his mail in late August and read the line detailing the location of his new station, a slew of obscenities flew out of his mouth. 

San Diego. He was going to be stationed in San Diego. 

And he had no idea how to reach you. He only knew your first name. But he spent his first few months there hopeful that he would run into you somewhere. So he visited different grocery stores. He took different running tails. He went to the mall across town once. And each time he did one of those things, he felt ridiculous. Stupid. Idiotic. Until he remembered your smile and the way you made him feel so good while also poking fun at him. 

As the months wore on, he went on dates and kissed other girls, but he still thought about you sometimes. When he listened to Jerry Lee Lewis, he pictured you singing into your beer bottle. When he drank a cheap beer, he could almost hear your laugh. 

You had told him that you go to that same shitty bar every year on your brother's birthday. But just as Bradley purchased tickets for a roundtrip flight from San Diego to Norfolk, he realized you probably didn't even remember him. What was he going to do? Walk into that bar and tell you he missed you? You'd look at him like he was insane. Or worse, like you had no fucking clue who he was. 

He thought about not going. Just letting the tickets go to waste. But at the very least, he would be able to visit his cousins for the night. At the very least, he might just be able to see you again, just for a minute. 

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You sat at the bar, across the room from your brother. You didn't know why you still bothered to come home for the weekend every year, but here you were. In Norfolk. Again. 

As politely as you could, you turned down the red headed guy who tried to buy you a drink. And you did the same thing to the blond, too. Because now you associated this shithole bar with wavy, sandy brown hair and big, brown puppy eyes. And you weren't about to override your memories from one year ago with some random loser who wanted to buy you a can of Miller Lite. 

You hoped Bradley was currently stationed somewhere warm, near a beach. It always made you smile to picture him with his feet in the sand, drinking a beer.

Your head swiveled to the jukebox as soon as you heard the opening piano chords of Great Balls of Fire playing, but there was just an older woman standing there snapping her fingers. 

Your heart sank a bit as you settled back into your stool and sipped your beer. It would have been too good to be true, and you were ridiculous for even entertaining the thought. But then that raspy voice was behind you, saying your name and making goosebumps break out all across your skin.

When you turned and met his warm eyes, your mouth fell open. He was here. And he looked so handsome and nervous. And your heart was hammering too hard, making it difficult to talk. 

"I don't know if you remember me," he said softly, looking at your face like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen. "But-"

"Bradley! How could I forget?" you breathed, and you watched his smile grow. "I was hoping you'd escape Virginia."

He laughed, and you wanted to kiss his mustache again. "I did. And I've been looking for you for ten months."

You leaned in a little closer and grinned. "Well I've been in San Diego."

"Me too," he said, and you tilted your head in question, but he just smiled more. "That's where I've been stationed since September."

"Oh!" you gasped. "You escaped to my city!"

"Mmhmm. And you made me come all the way back to shitty Norfolk, Virginia to find you."

You laughed. "You came back here for me?"

He nodded and stroked his fingers across your cheek just the way you remembered. "Yes. All I could think about was the way you told me you come here every year on this day. So I've been waiting months for the chance to try to see you again."

"That's really romantic," you told him, letting your palm come to rest on his chest. 

He covered it with his as he said, "My full name is Bradley Bradshaw. I live in Coronado, California on Pomona Avenue. And if you're single, I'm not leaving here without your phone number."

You were clamoring off your stool before he even finished talking, and he welcomed you into his arms. And then you kissed him, just like you had a year ago, his body warm and perfect against yours. You told him your full name between kisses, running your fingers through his hair and melting into him. "And yes, you can have my phone number, Bradley Bradshaw." 

He sighed against your cheek. "Even though I've been pining for you from afar?"

You laughed, remembering what you'd told him last year. "Apparently you've been pining for me from nearby. And that just won't do. Because I've thought about you... about the guy with the cute mustache who acted like he owns Jerry Lee Lewis's music catalog. About the only guy I ever kissed in the middle of a dive bar before I even knew his name," you whispered.

And then Bradley was kissing you again before he ended up sitting on the bar stool with you perched on his leg. He gave you his phone so you could save your number for him, and you sat like that until last call, just talking and laughing and occasionally kissing with the promise of more to come. 

When you got back to your parents' house with your brother, your phone illuminated with a new text message. 

Bradley Bradshaw: Meet me in San Diego.

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They were both pining from afar! Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls for putting up with me.

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