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Another Year, Another Chance

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Hangster

Summary: One year ago, Bradley took a chance on a new relationship but it quickly fell apart. Now, he is about to come face-to-face with Jake for the first time since he left and he has some questions that need to be answered.

Word Count: 2786

TW: Love Confession, Angst, Fluff, Kissing

Note: This was written as part of @tgm-all4one's "It's not the plane. It's the pilot." challenge as a celebration of the one-year anniversary of the release of Top Gun: Maverick. Thank you to @green-socks and @loverhymeswith for looking this over for me! I love you guys! 💕

It seemed unreal that exactly one year ago the Dagger Squad had gathered for the first time. Standing in The Hard Deck gathered around the pool table, no one could have predicted the friendships they would form or the dangers they would face over the next several weeks. Or that they would all be back in that same spot one year later.

Bradley smiled as he watched more and more people trickle into the bar. He was one of the few guests there who recognized practically every face whether they were those from Mav’s original Top Gun class like Slider, Wolfman, or Hollywood, those from his own Dagger Squad like Bob, Phoenix, or Coyote, or those from command like Cyclone, Warlock, and Hondo. Then of course there were Penny’s friends and family, but he had gotten to know most of them over this past year as well.

Mav and Penny were currently standing near the entrance to the bar as they greeted those arriving. As Mav wrapped his arm around Penny’s waist and kissed her head, he caught Bradley’s eye across the room. His godfather gave him a loving smile before turning back to his guests. It was still crazy to think that one year ago, the two men had just reunited after over a decade of barely speaking to one another. And yet here they were, working alongside each other every day and now Bradley was going to be the best man in Maverick’s wedding tomorrow. He just wished they could have settled their differences before they lost Ice. It would have meant so much to the Admiral to see them this close again. 

He was so lost in thought that he almost didn’t notice as Phoenix walked over to where he was standing and leaned on the wall next to him. Raising her beer to her lips, she muttered, “Have you seen him yet?”

Instantly, his pleasant mood soured. Taking a long drag from his drink, he responded curtly, “Nope.”

He hoped that would put an end to the conversation, but he should have known better. “He’s gonna show up.” Phoenix nudged his shoulder. “If not for you, then for the extensive list of VIPs that are here. Do you really think he’d pass up the opportunity to rub elbows with all of these high-ranking officers?” 

“Yeah, well, if that’s the only reason he’s showing up, then he can just fuck off,” he muttered under his breath. 

“Roo…”

“No!” He pushed himself off the wall and turned to face her. “This is his last chance, Nat. I’m done pretending I’m okay waiting for him to grow up and make up his mind. If he shows up, fine, I’ll hear what he has to say. But if he doesn’t, it’s over.”

“Woah! Someone’s got their panties in a twist!”

Bradley whirled around to see Jake strolling up with that infuriating smug smirk of his and a bouquet of multicolored flowers in his hand. His hair was shorter than the last time Bradley had seen him and he was wearing a tank top that clung to his chest, low-rising board shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. He was seriously underdressed for the evening, but damn, Bradley had to admit he looked good. Not that he was going to tell him that.

Rolling her eyes, Phoenix scoffed. “Really? The invitation said semi-formal, not semi-effort. What are you wearing?”

Jake glared at her. “Oh, bite me, Phoenix. My flight got delayed and I came straight from the airport so I didn’t have time to change. Besides, this is just a rehearsal dinner, not the actual ceremony. And Bradshaw’s in one of those ridiculous Hawaiian shirts. That can’t be up to the dress code.”

Bradley folded his arms across his chest and snapped, “You always have to have an excuse for everything, don’t you, Hangman?”

Jake opened his mouth to speak, but Phoenix cut him off. “Despite the poor choice of wardrobe, we’re glad you could make it. Who are the flowers for?”

His eyes flashed to Bradley, but then Jake refocused on Phoenix. “The bride, but I snuck in the back so I didn’t get a chance to give them to her yet.”

“Then you better hurry. They should be serving food any minute and I doubt Penny will have time to talk to you then.” Bradley grabbed Phoenix’s arm and began to lead her over toward the other side of the bar. “We’ll see you around.”

As they walked away, Bradley could feel the weight of Jake’s eyes on his back but he tried to ignore it and keep walking. When they reached the jukebox, Phoenix shrugged, “Well…. At least he showed up.”

He had. But Bradley still needed to find out why Jake was really here. Was it just for the wedding, or could it be he was here for something– someone –else too…..

After everyone had finished dinner and given their speeches, Bradley slipped out onto the deck. The cool ocean breeze felt refreshing against his skin and helped soothe the chaos currently swirling around in his head. 

He had been so preoccupied with best man duties for the last few hours, he barely had time to glance in Jake’s direction. However, that didn't stop the man from being a constant presence in his mind.  But then again, Jake had barely left his thoughts since the night after the Uranium mission……

Bradley had turned in early, exhausted from the harrowing events of the day. But just as he was on the edge of sleep, the door to his cabin opened and someone walked in. Bradley hadn’t reacted since he assumed it was Hangman heading to bed and he waited for the sounds of the other pilot climbing into the bunk above him. However, they never came. 

Concerned, Bradley groggily rolled over and he found Hangman crouched on the floor across from his bed staring at him. But before Bradley could ask him if he was alright, Hangman surged forward and slammed his lips against his. Completely taken by surprise and still half asleep, Bradley fell backward onto the mattress and Jake followed him, climbing onto the bed to straddle him. His kiss only intensified as his hands slid up to tangle in Bradley’s curls. It was only then that Bradley fully grasped what was going on and he made a decision. 

He kissed Hangman back.

The thought to do so had crossed his mind more than once these last few weeks, but Bradley had always brushed the idea to the side. After all, the two of them hated each other…. right? However, with his tongue down his throat, Bradley realized what he had felt was far from hate. He had just been too scared to admit it to himself. But now there was nothing holding him back. 

He slid his hands under Hangman’s t-shirt, his fingers dancing across the hard lines of his stomach and up to his chest where they swirled through his chest hair. Hangman finally broke off the kiss so Bradley could slip his shirt over his head, and Bradley took the opportunity to ask, “Why now? What changed?”

“You almost fucking died, Roo,” Jake grunted as he wrestled Bradley’s own shirt off of him. Panting slightly, he continued, “I thought I’d lost you. That I didn’t make it there in time. So, I need to feel you. To show myself you’re really still here. That I didn’t miss my chance for this.” And he pressed his lips against Bradley’s once more.

That night had been the first of what started out as a rather solid relationship. Jake seemed different after what happened and, as the weeks passed, Bradley started to let his guard down and truly open himself up to Jake. He should have known better.

“Can I join you?” 

As if summoned by his thoughts of the past, Jake hovered in the doorway behind Bradley waiting for permission to come onto the deck. Part of Bradley wanted to tell Jake to fuck off and leave him alone, but another part longed for him to wrap his arms around him and kiss him like he did that first night in his bunk. Back when everything was new and uncomplicated. 

Bradley nodded and Jake slipped out to stand beside him. 

“I saved one for you.” Jake leaned on the railing next to him and held out a single flower. It was the same shade of yellow as the paint on each of their helmets. “They were… they were actually all for you but I chickened out and said they were for Penny instead.”

“Yeah, well, I never really cared much about flowers,” Bradley muttered, but he took it anyway.

Jake smiled at that. “I’ll keep that in mind.” The two of them stood in silence for a while as they gazed out to the ocean, the only sounds the murmur of the crowd inside and the lapping of the waves on the shore. But finally, Jake spoke up. “I wasn’t sure if you’d even want to see me.”

“I went back and forth about it. At one point, I almost went to Mav to beg him to uninvite you.”

“What changed your mind?”

“I had questions I needed answered and I wanted to see if you’d actually show up or just bail like you usually do.”

Jake flinched but nodded. “Yeah, I guess that’s fair. But I told you last year after the mission, I’ve changed. I’m not that guy anymore.”

Bradley snorted. “Yeah, that’s what you said….. Right before you left me for a new adventure.”

“It’s called a deployment. It’s not like I just left for the fun of it.”

“You had a position here, with me, with our friends. You could have stayed if you wanted to, but you chose to leave.” Bradley looked out into the ocean, hoping Jake couldn’t see the way his lip quivered slightly or how he had to blink away the tears that were forming. “I know we’ve had our differences in the past, but I thought after the mission we moved past that. That month we spent together… I thought it meant something.”

“It did. It meant more than any relationship I’ve ever had. But that’s the problem.” Jake turned away from the railing as he ran his hand through his hair and walked over to the window. Staring at the people inside the bar, he said, “I’ve never been a ‘relationship’ kind of guy. I’m a ‘let’s have fun for a week-or-so’ kind of guy. And being with you…. It was the first time I could see myself thinking beyond that and it scared me. So when I got the opportunity to transfer, I took it and I’m sorry for that.”

Bradley let the silence between them linger for a moment before he whispered, “Did you think about me? About us?”

Jake sighed and Bradley heard his head thump against the window of the Hard Deck. “I tried not to. I thought if I could just put my head down and focus on my next mission, those feelings I had for you would go away. And it worked for a while.”

“And that’s why you stopped answering my calls and texts,” Bradley scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “I should have known better than to trust you. But no. You said that we could make things work long distance. That what we had was still new but you wanted to keep exploring it. Then after a month, I barely heard from you and when I did, it was all about your latest mission or training exercises. You might have changed at first but the old Hangman came back and you cared more about your career and ego than anything else.” 

The two men stood in silence, their backs to one another. Whatever feelings they had last year were still there, rippling in the air around them. Bradley wanted Jake so much it hurt. But more than that, he needed Jake to want him back just as fiercely. He was no longer willing to settle for anything less. And it seemed as if Jake might have finally understood that.

Taking a deep breath, Jake said, “You’re right. This past year I’ve been trying to chase that high from last summer. To feel that rush and excitement and adrenaline I did when I was here. And it finally hit me last week. I’m not looking for the assignment or the danger that gave me that feeling. I’m looking for the person.” He chuckled dryly, “It’s not the plane. It’s the pilot, right? And I haven’t had the right pilot by my side for a year now. I need my wingman back….. I need you.”

Bradley’s heart skipped a beat, but it still wasn’t enough. Turning so his back was against the railing, he crossed his arms over his chest. “So what? You want me to leave my position at Top Gun and get transferred to your squadron just because all of a sudden you had this great epiphany? Even if I agree to try things with you again– which I haven’t –I’m not leaving all of my friends, family, and a job I love on the off chance you don’t sabotage us again.”

“I’m not asking you to.” Jake turned to face Bradley, but he couldn’t meet his eye. “The real reason I was late tonight is because I was talking to Cyclone. Starting next month, I’m gonna be a Top Gun instructor. Just like you.”

Bradley blinked several times in quick succession. “Wh-what?”

“I’m not asking you to leave everything behind for me. I’m asking you to let me come home to you and try again.” Jake’s eyes lifted slowly until he was staring into Bradley’s eyes. “I messed up but I want to fix it. I want to fix us. And I know it won’t be like it was before, but I’m just asking for a chance. Because I fucking love you, Bradley Bradshaw. And I’m tired of trying to convince myself I don’t.”

Bradley could only stare at Jake with his jaw practically on the floor. He had considered a hundred different ways this conversation would go once he saw Jake again, but Jake confessing he loved him had never once crossed his mind. Even before Jake had left, neither one of them had used the “L” word though Bradley had considered it once or twice. But for Jake to be the first one to say it…..

As Bradley tried to absorb everything Jake had told him, Jake continued to wait, chewing on his lip as his eyes darted across Bradley’s face trying to get some idea of what he was feeling. But when he couldn’t see an answer, his shoulders slumped and he hung his head. Nodding softly, he said, “Yeah, I thought it was a long shot. But I had to try. I’ll see you tomorrow at the wedding, Rooster.”

However, as he turned to leave, Bradley’s hand shot out and grabbed his. Jake’s eyes snapped up to Bradley’s face and the mustachioed man smiled. “I should hate you, you know. I should reject your offer and move on. But I can’t. Because I love you too, Jake.” 

Then he wrapped his arms around Jake’s waist and pulled him into a kiss.

It felt almost like that first time on Bradley’s bunk a year ago. The same desperation and heat fueled their motions. Jake’s hand wrapped around the back of Bradley’s neck and he pulled him even deeper into him while Bradley pushed Jake back against the wall of The Hard Deck. Everyone inside was probably staring at them through the window, but neither man gave a fuck at that moment. Right now, nothing existed besides the two of them.

Jake slipped his lips from Bradley’s and began trailing kisses across his jaw and down his throat. When he began sucking on the side of his neck, Bradley moaned, “Oh god, I’ve missed you.”

Lifting his head, Jake said, “Well, I’m not going anywhere this time. I promise.” He began to lean forward again, but he looked at his watch as it made a soft buzz sound. A grin slowly spread across his face. “Midnight. Which means it’s now the anniversary of the mission. Do you remember what we did that night exactly one year ago?”

Bradley’s grin soon matched Jake’s. “I may not have a bunk handy but the backseat of my Bronco is about the same size.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Jake slid his hand into Bradley’s and began pulling him towards the parking lot. “I want to make this another night you’ll never forget.”

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[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Another Year, Another Chance

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Hangster

Summary: One year ago, Bradley took a chance on a new relationship but it quickly fell apart. Now, he is about to come face-to-face with Jake for the first time since he left and he has some questions that need to be answered.

Word Count: 2786

TW: Love Confession, Angst, Fluff, Kissing

Note: This was written as part of @tgm-all4one's "It's not the plane. It's the pilot." challenge as a celebration of the one-year anniversary of the release of Top Gun: Maverick. Thank you to @green-socks and @loverhymeswith for looking this over for me! I love you guys! 💕

It seemed unreal that exactly one year ago the Dagger Squad had gathered for the first time. Standing in The Hard Deck gathered around the pool table, no one could have predicted the friendships they would form or the dangers they would face over the next several weeks. Or that they would all be back in that same spot one year later.

Bradley smiled as he watched more and more people trickle into the bar. He was one of the few guests there who recognized practically every face whether they were those from Mav’s original Top Gun class like Slider, Wolfman, or Hollywood, those from his own Dagger Squad like Bob, Phoenix, or Coyote, or those from command like Cyclone, Warlock, and Hondo. Then of course there were Penny’s friends and family, but he had gotten to know most of them over this past year as well.

Mav and Penny were currently standing near the entrance to the bar as they greeted those arriving. As Mav wrapped his arm around Penny’s waist and kissed her head, he caught Bradley’s eye across the room. His godfather gave him a loving smile before turning back to his guests. It was still crazy to think that one year ago, the two men had just reunited after over a decade of barely speaking to one another. And yet here they were, working alongside each other every day and now Bradley was going to be the best man in Maverick’s wedding tomorrow. He just wished they could have settled their differences before they lost Ice. It would have meant so much to the Admiral to see them this close again. 

He was so lost in thought that he almost didn’t notice as Phoenix walked over to where he was standing and leaned on the wall next to him. Raising her beer to her lips, she muttered, “Have you seen him yet?”

Instantly, his pleasant mood soured. Taking a long drag from his drink, he responded curtly, “Nope.”

He hoped that would put an end to the conversation, but he should have known better. “He’s gonna show up.” Phoenix nudged his shoulder. “If not for you, then for the extensive list of VIPs that are here. Do you really think he’d pass up the opportunity to rub elbows with all of these high-ranking officers?” 

“Yeah, well, if that’s the only reason he’s showing up, then he can just fuck off,” he muttered under his breath. 

“Roo…”

“No!” He pushed himself off the wall and turned to face her. “This is his last chance, Nat. I’m done pretending I’m okay waiting for him to grow up and make up his mind. If he shows up, fine, I’ll hear what he has to say. But if he doesn’t, it’s over.”

“Woah! Someone’s got their panties in a twist!”

Bradley whirled around to see Jake strolling up with that infuriating smug smirk of his and a bouquet of multicolored flowers in his hand. His hair was shorter than the last time Bradley had seen him and he was wearing a tank top that clung to his chest, low-rising board shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. He was seriously underdressed for the evening, but damn, Bradley had to admit he looked good. Not that he was going to tell him that.

Rolling her eyes, Phoenix scoffed. “Really? The invitation said semi-formal, not semi-effort. What are you wearing?”

Jake glared at her. “Oh, bite me, Phoenix. My flight got delayed and I came straight from the airport so I didn’t have time to change. Besides, this is just a rehearsal dinner, not the actual ceremony. And Bradshaw’s in one of those ridiculous Hawaiian shirts. That can’t be up to the dress code.”

Bradley folded his arms across his chest and snapped, “You always have to have an excuse for everything, don’t you, Hangman?”

Jake opened his mouth to speak, but Phoenix cut him off. “Despite the poor choice of wardrobe, we’re glad you could make it. Who are the flowers for?”

His eyes flashed to Bradley, but then Jake refocused on Phoenix. “The bride, but I snuck in the back so I didn’t get a chance to give them to her yet.”

“Then you better hurry. They should be serving food any minute and I doubt Penny will have time to talk to you then.” Bradley grabbed Phoenix’s arm and began to lead her over toward the other side of the bar. “We’ll see you around.”

As they walked away, Bradley could feel the weight of Jake’s eyes on his back but he tried to ignore it and keep walking. When they reached the jukebox, Phoenix shrugged, “Well…. At least he showed up.”

He had. But Bradley still needed to find out why Jake was really here. Was it just for the wedding, or could it be he was here for something– someone –else too…..

After everyone had finished dinner and given their speeches, Bradley slipped out onto the deck. The cool ocean breeze felt refreshing against his skin and helped soothe the chaos currently swirling around in his head. 

He had been so preoccupied with best man duties for the last few hours, he barely had time to glance in Jake’s direction. However, that didn't stop the man from being a constant presence in his mind.  But then again, Jake had barely left his thoughts since the night after the Uranium mission……

Bradley had turned in early, exhausted from the harrowing events of the day. But just as he was on the edge of sleep, the door to his cabin opened and someone walked in. Bradley hadn’t reacted since he assumed it was Hangman heading to bed and he waited for the sounds of the other pilot climbing into the bunk above him. However, they never came. 

Concerned, Bradley groggily rolled over and he found Hangman crouched on the floor across from his bed staring at him. But before Bradley could ask him if he was alright, Hangman surged forward and slammed his lips against his. Completely taken by surprise and still half asleep, Bradley fell backward onto the mattress and Jake followed him, climbing onto the bed to straddle him. His kiss only intensified as his hands slid up to tangle in Bradley’s curls. It was only then that Bradley fully grasped what was going on and he made a decision. 

He kissed Hangman back.

The thought to do so had crossed his mind more than once these last few weeks, but Bradley had always brushed the idea to the side. After all, the two of them hated each other…. right? However, with his tongue down his throat, Bradley realized what he had felt was far from hate. He had just been too scared to admit it to himself. But now there was nothing holding him back. 

He slid his hands under Hangman’s t-shirt, his fingers dancing across the hard lines of his stomach and up to his chest where they swirled through his chest hair. Hangman finally broke off the kiss so Bradley could slip his shirt over his head, and Bradley took the opportunity to ask, “Why now? What changed?”

“You almost fucking died, Roo,” Jake grunted as he wrestled Bradley’s own shirt off of him. Panting slightly, he continued, “I thought I’d lost you. That I didn’t make it there in time. So, I need to feel you. To show myself you’re really still here. That I didn’t miss my chance for this.” And he pressed his lips against Bradley’s once more.

That night had been the first of what started out as a rather solid relationship. Jake seemed different after what happened and, as the weeks passed, Bradley started to let his guard down and truly open himself up to Jake. He should have known better.

“Can I join you?” 

As if summoned by his thoughts of the past, Jake hovered in the doorway behind Bradley waiting for permission to come onto the deck. Part of Bradley wanted to tell Jake to fuck off and leave him alone, but another part longed for him to wrap his arms around him and kiss him like he did that first night in his bunk. Back when everything was new and uncomplicated. 

Bradley nodded and Jake slipped out to stand beside him. 

“I saved one for you.” Jake leaned on the railing next to him and held out a single flower. It was the same shade of yellow as the paint on each of their helmets. “They were… they were actually all for you but I chickened out and said they were for Penny instead.”

“Yeah, well, I never really cared much about flowers,” Bradley muttered, but he took it anyway.

Jake smiled at that. “I’ll keep that in mind.” The two of them stood in silence for a while as they gazed out to the ocean, the only sounds the murmur of the crowd inside and the lapping of the waves on the shore. But finally, Jake spoke up. “I wasn’t sure if you’d even want to see me.”

“I went back and forth about it. At one point, I almost went to Mav to beg him to uninvite you.”

“What changed your mind?”

“I had questions I needed answered and I wanted to see if you’d actually show up or just bail like you usually do.”

Jake flinched but nodded. “Yeah, I guess that’s fair. But I told you last year after the mission, I’ve changed. I’m not that guy anymore.”

Bradley snorted. “Yeah, that’s what you said….. Right before you left me for a new adventure.”

“It’s called a deployment. It’s not like I just left for the fun of it.”

“You had a position here, with me, with our friends. You could have stayed if you wanted to, but you chose to leave.” Bradley looked out into the ocean, hoping Jake couldn’t see the way his lip quivered slightly or how he had to blink away the tears that were forming. “I know we’ve had our differences in the past, but I thought after the mission we moved past that. That month we spent together… I thought it meant something.”

“It did. It meant more than any relationship I’ve ever had. But that’s the problem.” Jake turned away from the railing as he ran his hand through his hair and walked over to the window. Staring at the people inside the bar, he said, “I’ve never been a ‘relationship’ kind of guy. I’m a ‘let’s have fun for a week-or-so’ kind of guy. And being with you…. It was the first time I could see myself thinking beyond that and it scared me. So when I got the opportunity to transfer, I took it and I’m sorry for that.”

Bradley let the silence between them linger for a moment before he whispered, “Did you think about me? About us?”

Jake sighed and Bradley heard his head thump against the window of the Hard Deck. “I tried not to. I thought if I could just put my head down and focus on my next mission, those feelings I had for you would go away. And it worked for a while.”

“And that’s why you stopped answering my calls and texts,” Bradley scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “I should have known better than to trust you. But no. You said that we could make things work long distance. That what we had was still new but you wanted to keep exploring it. Then after a month, I barely heard from you and when I did, it was all about your latest mission or training exercises. You might have changed at first but the old Hangman came back and you cared more about your career and ego than anything else.” 

The two men stood in silence, their backs to one another. Whatever feelings they had last year were still there, rippling in the air around them. Bradley wanted Jake so much it hurt. But more than that, he needed Jake to want him back just as fiercely. He was no longer willing to settle for anything less. And it seemed as if Jake might have finally understood that.

Taking a deep breath, Jake said, “You’re right. This past year I’ve been trying to chase that high from last summer. To feel that rush and excitement and adrenaline I did when I was here. And it finally hit me last week. I’m not looking for the assignment or the danger that gave me that feeling. I’m looking for the person.” He chuckled dryly, “It’s not the plane. It’s the pilot, right? And I haven’t had the right pilot by my side for a year now. I need my wingman back….. I need you.”

Bradley’s heart skipped a beat, but it still wasn’t enough. Turning so his back was against the railing, he crossed his arms over his chest. “So what? You want me to leave my position at Top Gun and get transferred to your squadron just because all of a sudden you had this great epiphany? Even if I agree to try things with you again– which I haven’t –I’m not leaving all of my friends, family, and a job I love on the off chance you don’t sabotage us again.”

“I’m not asking you to.” Jake turned to face Bradley, but he couldn’t meet his eye. “The real reason I was late tonight is because I was talking to Cyclone. Starting next month, I’m gonna be a Top Gun instructor. Just like you.”

Bradley blinked several times in quick succession. “Wh-what?”

“I’m not asking you to leave everything behind for me. I’m asking you to let me come home to you and try again.” Jake’s eyes lifted slowly until he was staring into Bradley’s eyes. “I messed up but I want to fix it. I want to fix us. And I know it won’t be like it was before, but I’m just asking for a chance. Because I fucking love you, Bradley Bradshaw. And I’m tired of trying to convince myself I don’t.”

Bradley could only stare at Jake with his jaw practically on the floor. He had considered a hundred different ways this conversation would go once he saw Jake again, but Jake confessing he loved him had never once crossed his mind. Even before Jake had left, neither one of them had used the “L” word though Bradley had considered it once or twice. But for Jake to be the first one to say it…..

As Bradley tried to absorb everything Jake had told him, Jake continued to wait, chewing on his lip as his eyes darted across Bradley’s face trying to get some idea of what he was feeling. But when he couldn’t see an answer, his shoulders slumped and he hung his head. Nodding softly, he said, “Yeah, I thought it was a long shot. But I had to try. I’ll see you tomorrow at the wedding, Rooster.”

However, as he turned to leave, Bradley’s hand shot out and grabbed his. Jake’s eyes snapped up to Bradley’s face and the mustachioed man smiled. “I should hate you, you know. I should reject your offer and move on. But I can’t. Because I love you too, Jake.” 

Then he wrapped his arms around Jake’s waist and pulled him into a kiss.

It felt almost like that first time on Bradley’s bunk a year ago. The same desperation and heat fueled their motions. Jake’s hand wrapped around the back of Bradley’s neck and he pulled him even deeper into him while Bradley pushed Jake back against the wall of The Hard Deck. Everyone inside was probably staring at them through the window, but neither man gave a fuck at that moment. Right now, nothing existed besides the two of them.

Jake slipped his lips from Bradley’s and began trailing kisses across his jaw and down his throat. When he began sucking on the side of his neck, Bradley moaned, “Oh god, I’ve missed you.”

Lifting his head, Jake said, “Well, I’m not going anywhere this time. I promise.” He began to lean forward again, but he looked at his watch as it made a soft buzz sound. A grin slowly spread across his face. “Midnight. Which means it’s now the anniversary of the mission. Do you remember what we did that night exactly one year ago?”

Bradley’s grin soon matched Jake’s. “I may not have a bunk handy but the backseat of my Bronco is about the same size.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Jake slid his hand into Bradley’s and began pulling him towards the parking lot. “I want to make this another night you’ll never forget.”

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[ghoulsister1]

🎃Halloween With Albert Blithe Headcanon🕸️

Since October is just around the corner, here's a little headcanon with my soft boy Blithe to get us in the mood for the spooky season🍁🕷️

●Alby had already gotten used to the Autumn vibes so when October hit the calendar, he was on board with the spooky season🍁

●You two would go to markets first to pick some pumpkins for Jack-o-lanterns. He found it adorable when you would pick pumpkins varying in sizes, from a small adorable pumpkin to the most round and fattest pumpkin of the whole patch!🥰

●Of course Alby helped you load the pumpkins in to the car. Together the two of you picked out 2 small baby pumpkins, one perfect medium pumpkin and one "fattest of the whole bunch" pumpkin🎃

●Shopping for decorations. You didn't want to go all out crazy so bought some really nice and really spooky decorations for the house outside and inside🕸️

●You had a little giggle when you dangled a very realistic fake spider in Blithe's face while he was unpacking the decorations. He jumped and let out a yell, before realising it was fake🕷️

●You of course apologised with a kiss on his nose but Alby got his revenge when he scared you with a fake Alien dummy he bought at the store👾

●"You're so adorable when you pout" Said Blithe chuckling as he kissed you. You couldn't help but smile💋

●Since you would be staying in for the holiday, you two actually decided to dress up just for fun. Alby decided to go as a vampire but he wouldn't do the face paint as it made him itch🦇

●You decided to go as a witch✨🔮

●And Blithe took full advantage of making little pick up lines for it. "Hubble bubble am in trouble!" ✨😉

●You would leave out candy for trick or treaters🍬

●You two would scary movies throughout the night. At first, you guys would be fine watching old classics like 'Halloween', 'Friday The 13th', 'Nightmare On Elm Street', 'Dracula', 'The Wolfman', 'Night Of The Living Dead' 🧟‍♂️🎥

●But once you guys started on the new horror movies, things got jumpy😨

●Blithe would get shaky after a jumpscare and you would let out little yelps or scream after a scary scene😱

●You two would eventually be holding onto each other, occasionally hiding your face in the other's neck or chest during a particularly frightful scene🙈

●After all that, you guys would eventually settle down with funny horror comedys like 'Haunted House 1 and 2', 'Scary Movie', 'Dead Snow 2', 'Shaun Of The Dead' 🎥😅

●During the movies you guys would slurp down soda and snack on some candy and small foods like sausages and chicken fingers😋🍭

●Near the end of the movie marathon you two would watch "BuzzFeed Unsolved" on YouTube and tell spooky stories before you two go to bed👻

●And don't worry about any 'Insidious' demon or 'Gallows' ghost after you, Alby won't let anything scary get you🥰🍂

Well considering that September is nearly coming to an end and October soon upon us I decided to slowly get into the spirit of the holiday and I hope you enjoyed my little spooky headcanon with my boy Blithe🥰🍂

🎃Spooky Season is nearly here folks🍂

[noonachronicles]

Get to Know Me - Creepy Edition

Tagged by my buddy @nemesyis!!

1. How dead are you? I usually hover around near death, but with this two job, plus school situation, I am a full ghost. 

2. What serial killer would you have dinner with? Oh gosh, oh gosh! I feel like I have been preparing my whole life for this, but still don’t have a proper response. When I was younger it was Charles Manson, hands down. More recently I would lean more towards Ted Bundy to get a personal understanding of what must have been an undeniable charisma. OR Zodiac, because... I have to know. 

3. Favorite monster? Frankenstein’s monster, Kraken, Cthulhu.

4. Elizabeth Bathory or Vlad the Impaler? Báthory, I love strong female personalities. 

5. Favorite horror author? Edgar Allan Poe. 

6. Do you want to be a Vampire? I don’t want to be, but if the opportunity arose, I wouldn’t be opposed. 

7. Do you want to be a Werewolf? I’d prefer lycan. 

8. Do you want to be a Zombie? Bleh, no.

9. Creepy pasta? Yes or no? Back in the day, absolutely. Recently, nah. I waste my time elsewhere.

10. Slasher Movie? Yes or no? I have to be in the mood for it, it’s not something I’m down for all the time. 

11. Do you prefer books or movies? Books

12. Favorite shade of blood? Fresh

13. Do you get excited for Friday the Thirteenth? Usually only if it lands in October do I really get excited. 

14. Werewolf in London or The Wolfman? Werewolf in London

15. Walking Dead or Night of the Living Dead? Night of the Living Dead

16. Favorite horror genre hero? Laurie Strode

17. Favorite Horror movie and why? Scream. Which I know is so terrible, but it was the movie that opened me up to the genre when I was a wee babe. 

18. Ever had a ghost experience? Several. 

19. Would you ever use an Ouja board? Yeaaaah, no. I won’t even touch them when I see them in stores. 

20. What do you do to ward off evil? I cleanse every new home with sage. 

Tagging, anyone who’s interested, not sure anyone is following me anymore. I’ve been so absent lol 

[theseventhhex]

Claire Cronin Interview

Claire Cronin

‘Big Dread Moon’ by Claire Cronin is a record of spiritual urgency. Cronin's lyrics and melodies draw on the stranger aspects of early American musical tradition, revealing the genre’s ties to “folk horror,” wherein supernatural and mundane worlds merge. Quietly sinister ballads like ‘Tourniquet’ and ‘Wolfman’ arise from the weird logic of dream, myth, and half-forgotten memories. Suburban homes, TV screens, and city landscapes are haunted by saints, beasts, ghosts, seers, and a “calm and decisionless” god. Lyrics which implore or command act like prayers or spells embedded inside Cronin's fever dream stories and personal confessions. These are devastatingly spare, delicate, emotionally intense songs, arranged around electric guitar, viola, and Cronin’s singular voice… We talk to Claire about her natural songwriting style, orange wine and mystery walls…

TSH: As you readied ‘Big Dread Moon’, were you drawn towards certain types of expressions and perspectives?

Claire: I didn’t have a message going into making this album; I just sort of proceeded intuitively and wrote the songs over several years. At the end of it, I realised that I had records worth of songs and that a lot of them had very similar themes and images. I generally let the songs guide the way. I soon realised that the songs were extremely gothic and that there was a lot of horror imagery and recurring moods coming into play. From then on, everything fell into place so naturally.

TSH: It must have been pleasing to have a range of personal interests like your PhD, poetry and horror films bleeding into this album...

Claire: Yes, all these factors definitely informed parts of the album. It was just nice to see things come together so naturally with my songwriting. With other forms of writing like an essay or a non-fiction prose I generally have to have an indication as to what I’m doing. However, songwriting is much more intuitive and it just has its own intelligence - I feel like if I step in too much and try to mess with it, it makes the songs worse.

TSH: In what ways does reciting ancient prayers feature on this album?

Claire: I think that’s just to do with my background and my current spirituality. I come from a very devout catholic family on both sides, but I’d say they are both superstitious Catholic types that pray to dead people and saints a lot, ha! However, I’m interested in the occult and I’ve done some different things in relation to this. I just have the kind of mind that no matter how sceptical or nihilistic I’ve been at different moments in my past, I still tend or want to see things in religious terms as though there’s this invisible battle going on and if I say the incantations then I can protect myself, haha.

TSH: You recorded the record at Figure 8 studios in Brooklyn with Shazad Ismail. What was it like to have him on your side?

Claire: Shazad was great and so helpful. My husband who plays viola and some other instruments with me when we play shows is friends with him and that’s how we set that up. It was all very fast and we were only there for one weekend. We flew in from Georgia with all that we could afford in terms of money and time. I think it worked so well because the songs were so sparse and I didn’t want to make a big studio album. I didn’t look to add a million things and the record was pretty close to the live sounds.

TSH: In terms of sequencing for this album did you identify ‘Tourniquet’ early on as the album opener?

Claire: Not initially, but once all the songs were recorded I thought it was one of the strongest songs and so did Owen, who runs the Orindal record label. That song is very stark and straightforward, I feel like it sets me up as a sort of speaker or a character and the rest of the songs proceed from there. So it’s like you know who's talking to you.

TSH: What do you recall in bringing together the song ‘Six Guns’?

Claire: That was a really hard song to write. I went back and forth with the verses but I loved the bridge and how the timing changes so I couldn’t give up on the song. There was something about the rhythm that reminded of an old Irish fight song or an Irish step-dance. I was trying to feel a little bit of those styles with the instrumentation but not in some obvious way.

TSH: Do your vivid and mundane dreams still seep into your songwriting?

Claire: Yeah, I guess so. I mean I don’t have a specific example, except that songwriting itself is very dreamlike and when you’re in the right state of mind - which is rare - it’s a bit like a trance or a dream. You become sort of passive and you give yourself over to these images from dreams or things that you’ve seen or that have happened to you, but you barely remember them and they form new stories.

TSH: You also admire some current gifted songwriters such as Aldous Harding and Adrienne Lenker (Big Thief) too...

Claire: Yeah, they are both so gifted and talented. I don’t think I could ever write songs like either of them and they write totally different songs from each other. Nonetheless, there’s something so unusual about both of their songwriting styles - it feels very emotional but also a little abstract. I really enjoy their music because there’s something else going on with their songwriting besides the traditional diary entry.

TSH: You recently moved from Georgia to California. Are you still having to deal with having no internet?

Claire: Ha! Well, the internet came today - thank goodness. Also, I made the crazy choice to adopt two dogs - now I have new issues to deal with…

TSH: Leaving them behind whilst touring is going to be quite the hassle...

Claire: I know! I’m really going to miss them. First things first though, I need to get them to stop peeing on the furniture!

TSH: Being a fan of crime style TV series like True Detective, have you delved into any other notable TV shows lately?

Claire: I mainly watch a lot of the HBO series - they have all the classics and highly rated stuff. Also, I’ve been watching a lot of old Unsolved Mysteries too.

TSH: Speaking of True Detective, you made a crime/mystery type wall in Georgia - have you put one up in your new place?

Claire: I do need to create one! But first I need to find out what the mysteries are in my new area. I actually went to this sort of block party and met a bunch of neighbours last night. I was trying to ask what the mysteries of the street and area were, but nobody wanted to tell me. I’ll wait, ha!

TSH: How valuable and beneficial is it for you to have your partner Ezra on board and so closely attached to your musical ventures?

Claire: It’s so great to have him on board and I really appreciate the support both emotionally and logistical. Ezra is a talented musician with his own background. He’s played in a bunch of bands and done some solo stuff too. He has really good taste and he makes really smart choices. I most definitely value the input that he adds to the songs, even though the songwriting still has to remain a private endeavour for me.

TSH: Is orange wine a strong preference for you to choose to unwind with when you’re not immersed in music?

Claire: Haha! I love orange wine! I wish I could find some more out here. Outside of music I like the regular things that people do. I mostly like taking walks and having drinks with friends. Oh, and I really like to exercise.

TSH: Do you have certain goals with your artistic choices as you look ahead?

Claire: The main goal is honestly to just keep writing songs, making music and recording a new batch of songs. Essentially I’m just trying to spread the word to more people. I’ve really appreciated the reviews in the press for ‘Big Dread Moon’, it means a lot to me - the positive reactions have been so pleasing. Heading forward, I just want to play more shows and I’d love to go over to Europe too. I’m taking things in my stride and just enjoying the ride for now.

Claire Cronin - “Saint's Lake”

Big Dread Moon

[thewolfmancometh]

Wolfman’s Guide to Getting Into the Spirit of Spooky Season

Whenever summer winds to a close and the cultural focus shifts away from vacations and towards students getting back to school, Halloween freaks know that the most wonderful time of the year is right around the corner. Some years, all it takes is seeing seasonal treats at the grocery store to get us in the mood for Halloween, but, to put it lightly, 2020 has been a complete shitshow. Forget trying to get in the mood for Halloween, sometimes it’s difficult enough to get inspired to, ya know, get out of bed in the morning. Given that America has completely blown the handling of the coronavirus pandemic and we are still stuck in Hell as other countries can begin to resume life as usual, we have to come to accept that some of our favorite seasonal activities will be nearly impossible this year, which will make it harder than ever to be excited for All Hallow’s Eve.

Luckily, the Wolfman has got you covered with some tried and true resources to get you feeling like a Cool Ghoul!

For years, I’ve been cultivating a Halloween-themed playlist full of not only traditional spooky songs, but also some of my favorite tracks that evoke a creepy atmosphere or were featured in classic horror movies. Every year, I share this playlist on Twitter, knowing how much it rules, but I know that this year, a playlist won’t be enough.

This year (and theoretically every year going forward) I’m giving you the new Every Day Is Halloween page, full of all of my favorite Halloween things that get me in the mood for this special time of year. Not only will you find tunes to listen to, but you’ll see some of my favorite commercials, Halloween-themed movies and TV shows (or episodes of TV shows), resources for finding decorations, and much more. My hope is that, no matter what’s going on in the world or what day of the year it is, you can quickly browse this page and potentially see something that can remind you how much we love this time of year, no matter what sort of real-world Hell we’re living through.

Make sure to stay tuned for updates over there, as I’m hoping to add recipes, books, board games, podcasts, and much more!

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[dwdelaney-blog]

aug2018

8/6

from what I understand one of the reasons this has been going on for as long as it has is because of the "po"

they are among the defs. in spi and in other places they were involved in the pain and sleep deprivation as a form of entertainment. if what people are saying is true, that the defs lost all their appeals, the police are still involved in propping up the defs and failing to enforce the law as determined by the court.

the po has said that they simply disagree w/ the court on the issue of my situation and instead will follow the guidance of bob gray and his political coalition within the rnc

the po was busted hard as they communicated with each other in order to position squad cars upwind of me. those communications where recorded and used as evidence and it was one of the reasons that the legal judgement was as high as it was

because pol power was used to distort the law enforcement profession. the judgment was intended to serve as deterrent from such behavior in the future. instead, what has happened is a real lesson in political power. for everyone involved. I can't make this shit up. people are saying this stuff is true. it is hard for me to believe, and others can't say anything about and like it or not, that leaves it up to me to say it. I am trying to get these people to stop.

gnutek was right and pols - scso - spd - ing - celletti - Cletus

and note the cmdr - smith - team mack - swimmers - mp - ing - badgers - keen - knights - roth - xa ron stone - pb - xa complaint w/ spd ia - ron stone - jeffe ron - ronsumate - mcds - chigop - civilaffers - xa ron stone - burson - pr - paulino - garbage trucks - mace - chainey - wolfman - d/d - xa lon - chemlawn - zito - pesticides - insecticides - xa security - ierc - police - cwlp - Wackenhut - Carlucci - securitas - guards - courthouse - county jail - I have had a lot of problems w/ police in different cities - much of that is in the form of swatting - and getting tickets for public defecation when forced to do so, by the po - or someone they know about - ierc - perc - guards - cra - the po knows what's going on w/ me - they are involved - they could stop if they wanted

8/7 notepad

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1uPJjmwGuvV5IIi290rhAtZ4-v82hdvEF/view?usp=sharing

8/8 notepad

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1N_RfH7htdSS-8ctE8MtoDFGtY6rPuzbp/view?usp=sharing

8/10

aux police - like deps in tx - xa mp ing - and guards - xa vala guards and dpr violation - see esp stl roth recruits - and hou civaff - pbpa fundraiser - ron stone - keen - ing - liuna - schaive - knights - and see cwlp guard - fuiten - robinson - ny work stoppage - tusk - bad cop - tlc - care/of - lemonade - they made me put "nix" in my hair to get rid of the lice - that's why they said they would have to keep me in a cell by myself - xa team mack - stevie nix - xa acme - roadrunners - lincoln - 33rd - ala - wharton - trump - penn - susan - tricksters - genetic sample - fla - orlando - ackermann - terry nelson and duane gibson - chigop - kjell bc04 - xa spfld consulting - hoffstetler - sjh gift store - xa shg links - madonia - shs senators - centaurs - thompson and rnc - agriculture - xa orlando saathoff - iaff - tweet - osfm heminghous - arson frame - osfm is next to hodge dwyer in spfld - xa adolph - ak - hanson - palin - spi hockey blues - hockey players involved in spi chem - and see ipi and "tile" man - ipi is tobacco and liquor lobby in spfld - xa koch bros - whigs - pii - ets. peeps - humint - ic - chamber ic - ibt in ic - hair loss in ftl - when i worked at the theater and lived near bayshore 1999? - sometime before i stayed there in 2001-2002 - my hair started coming out in clumps - I had a bad cough - stayed next to a place called principles - carlyle - sembler seed - alco frame - don't know what to think about tusk - he was depty gov - he was comm dir for schumer and schumer is durbin roomate - start ups seem to point to the idea that he is "in on the fun" - "lemonade" is a simpson's reference for example - or is that just my imagination - i don't think it is - I can't tell if it true that this whole thing could stop if the police would enforce the law as determined by the court - if their was a case - and i "won" - is it true that the police could stop this thing - they know what's going on - they are involved - is that who is keeping me living like this - is their a conflict b/t the po and city - the mayor - on how to enforce the caselaw - the decision of the court as regards my situation specifically - if the po won't enforce the law - how does this end

8/11

mute watchdog - tx - midland - oipr - wal - gwb - tx Galveston - Sylvester - kbh - ed smith - spi - liuna - schaive - industrial chemical - Grandview - carlock - rosemary long - longies - ports - hou - civaff - deps - cleat - johnny ford - wal in tx - mgrs. - Annette - dow chem - hanson - rentacenter job - xa terry nelson - duane Gibson - Ackermann - fla - brooks bros - swift & blessing - ilgop - chigop - bc04 - kjell - tennis - us open is in town - old neighbor claims link to consent - or someone else claims consent and uses link to old neighbor as excuse - xa wal and yrs schweska - and nature of claim against wal as nationwide - fed claim is another reason legal judgment was so high - the chem by wal emps crosses state lines and shows coordination and communication - and knowledge by upper mgmt. - not store by store - not also communication re materials and methods - xa tx Comcast - Carlisle - Dutton bonilla - capranica in spi - kc's - cable trucks - tx was where they ran a homicidal threats frame - claimed I threatened to kill gov perry and gwb - mobilizes opposition from deps - partisans - usss - po etc - xa wal and badgers - nsa - arc - cra - sierra - kyotes - dingoes - ky - aqui - here - night mgr - john Coltrane - indigo - mood indigo - moo wal - moo ufcw - jail time - mustache - gentlemen - ipi - gentlemen - moo cows - res - beef - moos - museum - where's the beef - roadrunners - teamac - wiley - principal - wild cats - feral - hefferon

8/12

Board games -

JALE

Lincoln extensions – usis – ala – 33rd – 233 – keen – Gillette – airport fd – gleason – heminghous –

Professional courtesy guy – Gillette – sd Wilkinson – calloway – liuna schaive – liuna ed smith – industrial chem – rosemary long – Thompson – mp – night mgr – Thompson bldg. chi – att corp symbol – lucas museum –

Cards – gwb – bunn – busch – auger – mi 10th – gomer pyle – comida – funny – fud – glu – swimmers – comed – comida/comedy – civaff – college of cardinals – aprop chairs – ldrshp – rnc – neighbors – op – heffe ron – happy daze – pr – civaff – h/k – tusk is pr – regulatory issues – "compliance" – dude's a fixer – and trades on clout – like papi -  

Indulgence -

notepad 8/13

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1JQxIIEJ9u03PLH4NN58scrlsg3ajsn8c/view?usp=sharing

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1o2E4DAK6fGIXE3i-p6ADVmMipxSERIYt/view?usp=sharing

8/14

Marty - krewes - fool - krekels Roa - centcom - aor - motley Tribeca

Moo - fascism -schismatic bishops - bennes

Centcom - lincoln - 33rd - ala - mitrovich - roadrunners - windows - sere - preston - suri - expo - spfld consulting - lincoln cab - amb - sjh guards - vaq 209 -

Al - shoes - new salem - spfld armory - guards - santanna - fibro - sleep deprivation - henkel - van meter mmc - sium - dod funding - pesticides insecticides - op -illinois evening republican club - a. Lincoln - vols at alplm involved in chem - Big russ - fudd - sfd - xa malta - pringle - moo - sere

notepad 8/15

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1xEub4NnYu7eCa4O-5Y2FtiwKrcT9O2Ia/view?usp=sharing

8/19

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1GPORGuK8llTiRot7lxq7eeNGklpyZPYp/view?usp=sharing

aug2018

aug201https://drive.google.com/file/d/1nck06CXQbpqrRoODqBv48l53jpy9LK-y/view?usp=sharing

8/13

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1-VeBSFfHH874H-fhq80eNMWGMSIEV1zy/view?usp=sharing

8/24

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1J7aI7YUnzursqyQmdPvuUE2T3JzBN9gR/view?usp=sharing

8/25

James elmer mitchell

I can't make this shit up

Researched pompeo yesterday

8/26

Elmer

Spk was bad - the place on boone - they filmed the whole thing - the rotc at the gym - the psych dept at gu - the russians that would follow me to different places on campus - it made me dizzy xa drug frame and red eyes - adolph and spi link - cwlpdir - and skylstadt and usccb - haspel is wildcat - wild wild thoughts - louisville - she was chosen to send a message like pompeo - some guy about a foot taller than me and about 100 lbs heavier walked up to me while in spk - never seen him before - punches me twice in the nose as hard as he can - breaks my nose - walks up to me out of nowhere - then a car pulls up a door opens and he gets in - this was the olfactory aspect of the fibro - note also sleep deprivation - henkel is an expert in the rel b/t sleep and pain and fibro - colorless odorless gas - op etc - that causes pain and doesn’t leave marks and the hypersensitivity means that the level of toxicity can be very low - publicly available insecticides and pesticides

Paprocki and ipi

8/29

Herr - glu - wharton - ad - race - roadrunners - chigop - hic - john coltrane - mood indigo - kurtz - pace - rabbit - xa rance - gop - ing 404th celletti - lincoln cab - train horn - toots - gu tony - pence - ghs football field - hair - airport landmark - ima nam -

8/30

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kOdHLEg0ITCEKByP6UgiWkhP8crTqSzgrPLZESlzwmA/edit?usp=sharing

9/2

They are doing defecation stim in public places - like that emoji movieVan meter and scb - peroni - sports talk radio - xa espn getup - toupe whigs - they wanted ab for the joker movie - cletus - cat - ima nam - club - mace palino - peple are saying the defs lost in court - they want to try the case in public -

[bradshawsbaby]

Straight up loving all of your moodboards that I have been seening💜🩵💙🧡💛💚💖💝💝💗💟

if possible for more 86 representation. Maybe Slider or someone else like Chipper or Wolfman. Honstly whoever you want just some classic 80s vibes like going on a date to the arcade or even rollerblading. Maybe in bright colors like neon.

Thank you so much! 🥰 Date night with Wolfman, anyone?

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